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sycamorelibrary754 · 8 months ago

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Happy Easter

Summary: You are three weeks from your due date, but the thought of you and Natasha missing Easter at the Barton’s farmhouse in Iowa was simply inconceivable. What will you do if your little bundle of joy makes an early, unexpected entrance?

Genre: Fluff

Pairings: Natasha x reader, Avengers x reader (platonic).

Word Count: 5.7k

Warnings: None

A/N: Happy belated Easter! I wanted to post this fic on Easter, but there wasn't enough time. This is part 3 of Happy Thanksgiving and Merry Christmas! I recommend reading those stories first, but it can be read as a stand-alone story as well. This was so much fun to write. I hope you enjoy it!

"Does anyone know where the purple egg dye is?" you inquired, scanning the table as you addressed the Barton kids. "I could have sworn we had two cups of every color." Cooper and Lila were fully engrossed in the Easter egg decorating contest, meticulously crafting their designs, while Nate seemed to relish in using every color available on the table. "Oh, it's on the counter.”

You were just about to rise from the kitchen table, no easy feat at this stage of your pregnancy. It felt like yesterday when you surprised Natasha with your pregnancy at Thanksgiving in front of her family and announced to the team that they would all be aunts and uncles at Tony’s annual Christmas party. Your due date was three weeks away, but missing Easter with Clint’s family in Iowa was out of the question.

“Don’t get up, Y/N. I got it!” Nat said as she jumped up to grab the paper cup of purple egg dye behind you.

"Thanks, sweetheart," you said as Nat placed the cup on the table.

"How are you feeling?" Natasha asked as she gently caressed your cheek. "Maybe you should take a break?”

“Nat, I promise I’m okay. Come sit back down and color some Easter eggs with us,” you replied, trying to put your wife at ease.

Natasha was looking forward to Easter, too, but she was more focused on you and the final weeks of your pregnancy. Dr. Cho had given you the green light to go, with the condition that you'd have daily check-ins by phone and go on bed rest as soon as you returned home.

"Auntie Nat, look at this!" Nate proudly showed off an egg with The Black Widow symbol on it.

"Look, Auntie Nat," you echoed with a smile.

"This is amazing! Maybe I should have you design my next suit instead of Stark," she said.

"Shall we start the judging?" Clint asked as he entered the room with Laura.

"Yep, all set," Cooper confirmed.

"Just a sec," Lila said, focused on decorating her egg. "There, done."

"Where are Yelena and Kate?" Laura asked.

"We're coming!" came a shout from the living room.

"It's not a Fabergé egg, you two, come on!" Nat yelled.

"Tada!" Kate exclaimed, revealing a beautiful purple egg with green and orange stripes.

You whispered to your wife, "So that's where all the purple dye went.”

You placed your egg on the table with all the others. Pink and blue with red polka dots. Symbolic of your current anticipation over the impending arrival of your bundle of joy. You and Nat both agreed you wanted to be surprised.

“Hmmm, this is going to be a tough decision,” Clint said, stroking his chin. “As you all know, you will be judged on creativity, technique, and presentation.”

Walking back and forth in front of the kitchen table, you couldn’t help but giggle at his mock seriousness.

“Allow me to confer with my fellow judge,” he said. After a few moments of hushed whispers with Laura, Clint returned to the group. “We thank you all for your participation. You all decorated beautiful Easter eggs. The competition was tough this year, but one egg stands head and shoulders above the rest,” pausing for dramatic effect. “The 2024 Barton Easter Egg Decorating Champion is Nathaniel Barton!”

You shouldn't have spent so much time on the sketches!” Yelena said, slapping Kate on the arm.

“Yes!!” Nathaniel cheered.

“You are hereby awarded this Lindt Milk Chocolate Gold Bunny,” his father said, handing him the gold-wrapped chocolate as big as his head.

“That you will share with the rest of the family and not eat in one sitting,” Laura added.

“Aww!” Nathaniel whined.

*^~^*

You spent the evening on the porch, surrounded by the laughter of the kids playing on the lush green lawn as the sun set over the farm. Laura served her delicious homemade Lemonade as you shared stories and reminisced about old times. The air was filled with nostalgia so vivid that you could almost reach out and touch it. Natasha sat next to you, holding your hand gently, her calloused touch a reminder of the strength and resilience she had acquired through years of training.

You were taken by surprise as you felt the baby begin to kick.

"Wow!" You exclaimed as you gently placed your hand on your belly.

All eyes turned to you. Though unspoken, everyone shared the same nervous anticipation as your wife for the approaching due date.

"Are you alright, malyshka?" Nat asked, her eyes filled with concern as she squeezed your hand.

"I'm okay. The baby is kicking. Here, feel." You said as you took her hand and gently guided it to your stomach, trying to find the right spot.

“Oh,” Nat squeaked. “I’ll never get used to that feeling.”

“Move aside, sestra; I want to feel my little plemyannitsa or plemyannik.” (Niece or nephew).

Yelena playfully bumped her sister out of the way with her hip and eagerly reached to touch your stomach.

"Wow, that's amazing!" she cried out. "Hey there, little one. I'm Aunt Yelena, and I will spoil you rotten!"

"Have you two settled on a name yet?" Kate inquired.

"No," you sighed. "We just can't seem to agree. Since we both want to be surprised, it's been twice as hard to come up with two names."

"Don't worry, you'll know when you see the little bundle of joy," Laura reassured.

"This wouldn't be an issue if either of you were open to any of the names I've suggested," Yelena added with a grin.

“Yelena is not an option,” Natasha frustratedly replied.

“What about—“

“Neither is Alaska! That isn’t even a name!” Your wife is exasperated.

“It could be!” Yelena said. “What about—“

“Or Wolfgang!” Nat interrupted.

“You lack all originality, sestra,” Yelena berated.

^*~*^

The soft glow of the table lamp reflected off your glasses as you delved into the pages of your latest beloved read. You placed your bookmark between the pages at the sound of your wife closing the bathroom door and crawling into bed beside you.

"Did you get a chance to talk to Helen today?" Nat asked as she helped me fluff up my pregnancy pillow.

"Yeah, I did. She was glad to hear that the swelling in my ankles went down and suggested taking a warm bath to help with the discomfort," you replied, shifting to get comfortable against the pillow.

"Mmm, a warm bath does sound amazing," Natasha hummed as she settled down on her side, facing me.

“Oh, I didn’t realize you’d be joining me?” You said softly, with a sly grin and a raised eyebrow.

“Of course I would, detka,” leaning over and kissing your baby bump.

You gently squeezed Nat's hand, feeling a wave of anticipation as your due date drew near. Thoughts of what your baby would look like and who they would become filled your mind. Would they inherit Nat's fiery red hair, or perhaps have your Y/E/C eyes? The anticipation was almost overwhelming, but knowing that Natasha was by your side made it all feel possible.

"Are you looking forward to the Easter egg hunt tomorrow?" You asked, pulling yourself out of your daydream.

Nat giggled, "You make it sound like I'm the one participating."

"Well, you might as well be. I can never tell who's more excited, you or the kids," you replied.

Natasha glanced down at our intertwined hands and then back up at you. Her green eyes sparkled like emeralds.

"I think it's because holidays in my childhood weren’t real. We filled the photo album with fake pictures and empty boxes. But this," looking around at the small details of Clint and Laura’s farmhouse, "Is real, and I’ve always done my best to help ensure that Cooper, Lila, and Nate have everything I didn’t. A carefree childhood filled with love," Natasha explained.

"You’ve done a wonderful job with Clint’s kids, Nat. They love you so much, and I know you’ll be just as amazing with our little one," you said, doing your best to reassure her. “Goodnight, Natasha,” kissing her lips.

“I hope you're right, detka,” Nat said, kissing your lips in return and laying a hand on your stomach. “Goodnight, malen'kiy (little one).

*^~^*

The following day, you awoke to the sun shining through the window and a soft breeze that caused the curtains to dance gently on the wind. Your back was aching, and you were tired, but you were determined to make it through today. You slipped into the most comfortable maternity outfit you had. Natasha helped you with your shoes, and you both went downstairs to the kitchen.

“Happy Easter, you two!” Clint said upon seeing you two enter the kitchen.

You sat down at the kitchen table as Laura placed a plate of eggs and toast in front of you and Nat, along with two glasses of orange juice. The kids were already eating and arguing over who would find the most Easter eggs this afternoon.

Yelena and Kate walked in a few moments later, clad in bathrobes and their hair disheveled.

“Against the idea of showering and dressing before breakfast, were you?” Natasha asked.

“Kate Bishop kept me up all night with her snoring, and Lucky and Fanny woke me up by sitting on my face,” Yelena mumbled as she flopped beside you.

“Hey, that’s how dogs shows affection,” Kate interjected.

“So, I should consider your snoring a Valentine?” Yelena deadpanned.

After breakfast, the kids ran upstairs to prepare for the Easter egg hunt while Clint got a head start on hiding the eggs. Nathaniel insisted Nat accompany him to help find his Easter basket, but she hesitated to leave you.

“Go ahead, babe. I’m fine.” Motioning for her to follow her namesake.

“So, how are you really feeling?” Laura asked, now that Nat was no longer in the room.

You let out a deep sigh, “Tired and sore,” resting your head in your hands. “But this quality time with you all means so much to both of us. I can make it one more day before going on bed rest.”

Laura rubbed her hand softly on your back, “Why don’t you sit in the family room with Kate and Yelena until the fun starts.”

“Okay, that’s a good idea. Make sure Yelena and Kate haven’t snuck into the Easter candy,” you laughed.

Laura helped you to your feet and then began to clear the table. As you started to walk, you felt a minor twinging pain in your stomach. You winced but thought nothing of it. With the amount of shifting the baby was doing these days, you had every spasm and cramp in the book. Unfortunately for you, you were in a house full of spies, and Laura picked up your discomfort. She made a mental note to watch you as the day progressed.

*^~^*

"Look, there's one!" Cooper exclaimed, pointing at the leather seat of the tractor in the front yard. He dashed towards it, but Lila beat him by a step. "Ha! Slowpoke," she teased.

From your spot on the porch, you glanced over and saw my wife hoisting Nathaniel onto her shoulders to carefully grab an Easter egg from the crook of an old sycamore tree.

After about 15 minutes, everyone's baskets were full of eggs. Now came the fun of opening them all. You watched as all three kids dug into their baskets, opening the eggs to find mini Hershey bars, M&M's, jelly beans, or starbursts.

Nathaniel walked over to you and placed an Orange Starburst in your hand. "Here, Aunt Y/N. I know the Orange ones are your favorite."

"Aww, thank you, Nate," you said, kissing his forehead.

As you were about to open the soft toffy candy, a sharp contraction cut through my stomach. “Aaah!” you reached for your stomach as you bent over at the knees. Much stronger than anything you had felt before.

Natasha rushed to your side. “Y/N?! Are you okay? What’s wrong?” Reaching for your hand.

"I don’t know," you grunted.

Natasha's voice quivered with anxiety as she tried to rationalize the situation. "This—this can’t be it. We’re still three weeks out," she said, her mind racing with worry. "Maybe it’s just false labor."

That was the moment when your water broke. "Oh God—" you took a sharp breath as another contraction hit.

"Okay, not false labor," Nat conceded.

"It’s okay, Y/N," Laura reassured you calmly, gently taking your hand. "Most first births are a long labor. But we’re going to get you inside, okay?"

You felt a surge of panic. "What? No, no. I can't have the baby here. I'm not ready. We had a birth plan; I don't have my overnight bag!" you started to ramble, the anxiety rising in your voice.

"You're not boarding a Quinjet now. “I'm going to call Helen,” Clint said as he started to run inside.

"What's wrong with Aunt Y/N?” Nathaniel asked.

"Nothing, sweetheart, but the baby is coming a little bit earlier than we thought," Laura said calmly as she and your wife Nat gently guided you up the steps and into the warm and welcoming embrace of the house.

"Cooper and Lila, please grab a soft, warm blanket and clean towels from the linen closet?" Laura called out to the older children, her voice steady and reassuring.

I'l boil some water and tear up some sheets!" Kate announced frantically.

"This isn't Little House on the Prairie," Yelena quipped. She looked at you and Natasha with a warm yet nervous smile. "I’ll call Mom and Dad.”

"I thought you said this was a long process?" you managed to say between deep breaths, feeling a mix of excitement and nervousness.

"Yes, but there's nothing wrong with being prepared, honey," Laura replied with a comforting smile, her hands steady as she and Nat helped you onto the bed.

Natasha gently grasped your hand and locked eyes with you. "Y/N, look at me," she said reassuringly. “You’re okay, and I'm right here with you. Let's take a deep breath together.”

You took a deep breath, trying to follow Natahsa's lead. The air came out shakily as it moved around the sharp pain of the contraction.

"Do you remember your Lamaze breathing?" Nat asked, her voice calm and reassuring.

"I think so," you replied, trying to focus on the breathing technique you had practiced during the prenatal classes.

*^~^*

Contractions came and went over the next few hours. You were thankful that childbirth was part of the first aid classes all SHIELD recruits were required to take. Otherwise, the prospect of giving birth in a farmhouse in the middle of Iowa would have been more terrifying than it already was.

You heard the front door open and the screen shut behind it as footsteps hurriedly approached the bedroom. When you saw Dr. Cho, you just about burst into tears.

Helen! Oh, thank goodness," you exclaimed just as another contraction began, your face twisted in agony.

"Y/N," Helen responded, rushing to your side and gently pushing the sweaty strands of hair away from your eyes. "Clint and Laura briefed me. They said that you're handling this wonderfully. Let me take a moment to set up, and then we'll check your dilation progress.”

Okay," you managed to say, catching your breath. "Where's Bruce?"

He's in Kamar-Taj with Wong. Something about ten rings? I'm not entirely sure, but don't worry, both of you," she reassured, meeting your and Natasha’s fatigued and apprehensive gazes. "I have a backup.”

Thor strode into the room, effortlessly carrying a collection of Helen's equipment that seemed as light as a feather in his hands.

"Thor? What are you doing here?" Natasha asked, clearly puzzled.

Thor glanced at your wife, then at you, then at Laura, and then at Helen.

"Hello, everyone," he said shyly. "I was, uh, Helen and I—Dr. Cho. She invited me for Easter, and we were enjoying a nice glass of Asgardian Mead when—"

"When Clint called," Helen finished. "Anyway, he's here to help, right?"

"Of course," Thor replied. "I've never witnessed a human birth before, but I've been present for the births of many Gods and am well-versed in many newborn blessings."

You and Natasha locked eyes, your nervousness quickly replaced with gratitude as you realized the significance of having another close friend by your side during this pivotal moment in your lives.

Natasha expressed her gratitude to Thor, finally breaking the silence. "We're both thankful that you're here," she said, her voice filled with sincerity.

You nodded in agreement, silently acknowledging the sentiment.

"It's my pleasure, ladies," Thor replied warmly.

“Thor, can you bring the rest of my equipment in from the Quinjet while I check to see how far Y/N is dilated?” Helen asked.

“Sure, and do either of you need anything? He asked.

Some ice chips would be great, you said in a tired voice. “Thank you.”

“Water,” Natasha said.

Shortly after Thor departed, Yelena entered, engaging in small talk as they crossed paths in the hallway. "What's the God of muscles doing here?" she inquired.

"It's a long story," Helen responded.

"I spoke with Melina. She and Alexi are en route and should arrive by morning. At least, I think that's what she said. It was hard to hear her over Alexi's ecstatic screams in the background."

"Okay, Y/N, you've done most of the hard work in my absence. You're just about at 10 centimeters. It’s time to start pushing. You two are going to parents soon," Helen announced with a smile.

“Oh my God,” you said, looking over at Natasha.

“Hey,” your wife said, running her hand through your hair, “I love you.”

“I love you too,” you said.

*^~^*

“Push. Push, just a little more! Come on, push for five seconds. 5…4…” Helen counted down.

Gasping for air, you exclaimed, '3-2-1 oh!!' as you fought to catch your breath.

Thor gently wiped away the sweat from your forehead with a cloth.

“You're doing great, Y/N. The next contraction should be coming in about twenty seconds," Helen encouraged, glancing at the monitor.

“I can’t,” you cried. “I can’t push anymore, I can’t.”

Natasha reassured you, "Yes, you can, Y/N. You're so close," she reached out and firmly took hold of your hand.

“Oh God, twenty seconds, my ass!” You shouted.

Natasha screamed in pain and fell to her knees beside you as you squeezed her hand. “Fuck, detka!”

"Here, Lady Y/N," Thor said, taking her hand in his, "Give my hand a good squeeze; you won't hurt me. And when you reminisce on this moment, you will remember that a God has faith in you. You can do this!" Thor's voice was solid and reassuring, his eyes filled with genuine belief in your strength.

Your eyes shone with tears as you held Thor's hand tightly, feeling the strength in his grip while Natasha enveloped you, her arm supporting your back.

I can see the baby's head. Are you ready to push one more time, honey?” Helen asked, “Here we go, on three: 1... 2... 3!”

You let out a final scream and then collapsed back onto the pillows, trying to catch your breath. As the room fell silent, the innocent cries of your and Natasha’s baby filled the air.

"It's a boy!" Helen exclaimed with joy.

Tears welled up in your eyes as you looked at Natasha, who was also crying. It was more emotion than you had ever seen Natasha show before.

Helen held up your son for both of you to admire. His little head was adorned with the beginnings of red hair.

"He's absolutely perfect," Nat exclaimed with a radiant smile as she affectionately kissed your temple.

Thor carefully cut the umbilical cord, and then Helen gently passed the newborn over to Laura, who began to clean him up.

Overwhelmed with emotion, you exclaimed, "He's so tiny! Where'd he go?"

Natasha reassured you, "It's okay. They're just wrapping him up," as she wiped away her tears. Concerned for the baby's well-being, you cautioned, "Okay, well, be careful with him. He's really tiny!”

Moments later, Laura tenderly announced, "Here he is," and placed your precious son on your bare chest, swathed in a soft blanket.

"Hi, baby boy," you whispered, tears streaming down your cheeks. "I know you."

As your voice reached his ears, his little Y/E/C irises opened, revealing a world of innocence and wonder.

At that moment, gazing at your son, you experienced a love so profound it felt as though your heart had been laid bare.

Natasha tenderly kissed his head and softly murmured, “Dobro pozhalovat' v mir, moy malen'kiy mal'chik.” (Welcome to the world, my little boy).

We’ll give you a few minutes," Helen said with a reassuring smile as she closed the door behind her. In the serene stillness that followed, the only sound was the gentle cooing of your precious newborn son.

“I can't believe he's finally here,” you said.

"I know. He’s so beautiful," Natasha said, her gaze fixed on the newborn.

"It looks like he’s going to take after his Mama," you chuckled, running your hand over the delicate red hairs sprouting from his scalp.

"Yes, but look at his eyes—sparkling Y/E/C like yours. Wow," Nat said.

You remarked, "I guess this narrows the names down, then."

Nat sighed in relief, "Thank goodness I don't have to explain to my sister why we didn't choose Yelena."

Looking into your wife's eyes, you asked, "So what do you think?"

*^~^*

A short while later, a gentle knock on the door signaled Helen's arrival as she peeked inside. "Hey, you three. I need to conduct a few routine tests, and there are some eager people outside who can't wait to meet your son."

"Please, come on in, everyone," you welcomed them.

You couldn't hold back the tears as you witnessed the heartfelt expressions on their faces as they laid eyes on your baby boy. It was as if he instantly captivated them, just as you were when you first saw him.

"Oh, my goodness," Laura exclaimed as Clint enveloped Natasha tightly. Tears glistened in his eyes as he held his best friend close.

"He's beautiful, Natasha," Yelena said, her eyes brimming with tears. "Privet, malen'kiy plemyannik," she whispered (hello, my little nephew).

"He's so cute, Y/N! Oh my gosh," Kate exclaimed as your son wrapped his tiny hand around your finger.

"He is lovely," Thor added, his voice filled with warmth. "Strong and brave, like his mothers."

Cooper, Lila, and Nathaniel gathered around you, admiring the newborn in your arms.

"Everyone," Natasha began, her hand resting lovingly on your back. "We have someone special we'd like you to meet.”

“This is Nikolai Odison Romanoff," you announced with a proud smile.

"Nikolai! What a beautiful first name," Clint exclaimed, wiping his eyes. "It suits him perfectly."

"Oh, my, Odison," Thor said wide-eyed. "Ladies, this is an honor fit for someone else. I wasn't even supposed to be here, I—"

"But you were, Thor. You were here when I needed someone the most," you said, looking at him with gratitude. "We'll never forget what you did for us."

The God of Thunder exhaled, visibly touched by your kind words. "I'm truly honored, Y/N. Thank you," he said, kissing your cheek.

Excuse me, ladies," Helen said, "May I borrow him for a moment? We'll be right back.”

Nikolai began to cry at the loss of contact with you, and the sound tugged at both your and Natasha's heartstrings. "It's okay, little one. It's okay," Helen soothed him.

Then, looking up at your wife, you added, "There is something else we wanted to ask.

“Clint and Laura, we would be honored if you would be Nikolai’s godparents,” Natasha said.

“Of course!” Clint declared.

“Nothing would make us happier,” Laura added.”

The couple hugged you both in appreciation as Helen returned with Nikolai.

“You have a healthy little boy on your hands! Born March 31st, 2024 at 7:23pm. He weighs five pounds and eight ounces and measures 16.5 inches long," she said as she gently placed your son in Natasha’s arms. "He's a bit small, but that is because he was impatient and arrived a bit early," Helen explained with a warm smile. "Nothing to worry about.”

Natasha cradled the baby in her arms, swaying gently back and forth as a soft yawn slipped from his tiny lips.

“We’ll spend the night here, but I want to bring Mom and Nikolai back to the compound tomorrow. I want to perform a thorough examination in my lab before sending you all home.” Helen explained.

"Of course, whatever you think is best," you agreed.

Natasha nodded in approval before a sudden realization struck her. "Oh, Mom and Dad! They're on their way here."

"They can join us if you'd like," Helen suggested.

"That would be great," you said. "Right, Nat?"

"Yeah, great," Natasha said, her mind racing as she tried to imagine the chaos of the Quinjet flight home with Alexi and Melina.

Yelena couldn't help but burst into laughter, fully aware of what her sister was thinking, until Kate elbowed her in the ribs.

"We'll leave you all to get some rest," Helen said. "I'll be outside if you need anything, and I'll be back in a little while to help you with breastfeeding him.”

"Thank you, Helen, and all of you, for everything," you said, feeling the exhaustion and emotions of the day overwhelming you as tears began to fall.

After exchanging warm embraces, everyone exited the room, leaving you and Natasha in peaceful solitude with your precious newborn son, savoring the tender moment.

Natasha gently settled Nikolai in Nathaniel's bassinet, a family heirloom lovingly retrieved from storage by Clint and Laura. As your little one drifted into a peaceful slumber, you both couldn't help but marvel at the miracle of life, watching his tiny chest rise and fall with each breath. It was a moment you never wanted to forget.

“Rest, detka. I'll take care of Nikolai," Nat offered, her voice filled with warmth and reassurance.

"I can stay up; it's fine. You should rest," you insisted, determined to take responsibility.

"Y/N, you've just brought new life into the world. You deserve to rest for the rest of your life," Nat chuckled, her eyes filled with affection and concern.

She settled beside you on the bed and enveloped you in a comforting embrace.

"Look at your face," Nat suddenly remarked, her expression softening with genuine admiration.

"I must look a mess," you replied, a tired smile tugging at your lips.

"No, Y/N, you look absolutely beautiful," Nat insisted, her words filled with sincerity. "I've never seen your face more radiant than it is right now.

Natasha's soft lips met yours in a tender kiss, and in that moment, you felt the truth of her words resonate deep within you.

*^~^*

The following day, Laura prepared a delicious breakfast and brought it to you and Natasha in bed. Both of you had barely gotten any sleep with Nikolai waking up every couple of hours. Despite feeling utterly exhausted, you didn't mind one bit. This weariness stemmed from the joy of caring for your precious newborn son on his very first night.

Twenty minutes later, the tranquil moment was interrupted by familiar voices outside. Natasha gently pulled the curtain back to glimpse her parents making their way up the front porch steps.

Yelena strode into the room with her arms folded and a mischievous smile on her lips. "Brace yourselves," she teased, "The grandparents have arrived.”

"Where's my little guy?" Alexi eagerly shouted as he entered the room.

"Shh!" Natasha hushed him with a grin, motioning to Nikolai nestled in her arms. "Oh, look at him!" Alexi whispered in awe.

"Mom, Dad, this is Nikolai,” Nat said, wiping a tear from her eye.

"He's beautiful, Natalia," Melina murmured.

"May I hold him? I washed my hands," Alexi asked eagerly.

"Of course," you replied, carefully passing the baby to Alexi. The sight of the mighty Red Guardian tenderly cradling your newborn son made you smile.

"Hello, Nikolai. I'm your dedushka," Alexi said affectionately. "You're so adorable; yes, you are."

As he spoke, Nikolai slowly opened his eyes, and you could have sworn you saw your father-in-law's heart swell with love.

Alexi gently placed the baby in Melina’s arms. Your mother-in-law had always been a complex and enigmatic figure. She was one of the longest-tenured widows, and her resilience made her one of the strongest women in your eyes. As she cradled your newborn son in her arms, a single tear traced its way down her cheek, revealing a depth of emotion and vulnerability that you had never seen before.

Yelena inched toward you and whispered, “He won them over faster than you did.”

*^~^*

The next morning, Thor joined in to assist with packing while Clint hurried to the store to purchase an infant car seat for Nikolai. You were a family of two when you arrived, and you were leaving a family of three.

After a swift diaper change, Natasha placed your precious bundle of joy in his carrier. "Time to head home, Nik," you said, taking his tiny hand in yours.

You bid farewell to everyone and securely placed Nikolai's carrier beside you on the Quinjet.

Nat smiled as she prepared the Quinjet for takeoff. Your first Quinjet ride," she said. "You're already an overachiever, moy sladkiy mal'chik" (my sweet little boy).

Your phone suddenly vibrates with a flurry of notifications.

"The team group chat is blowing up, sweetheart," showing Natasha your phone.

Nick Fury: Congratulations on the arrival of your precious son, Nikolai! It's heartwarming to see the Avengers family welcoming the newest member. Everyone at SHIELD looks forward to meeting him and supporting you and Natasha.

Steve Rogers: Hey, Y/N and Nat, huge congratulations! I'm so excited to meet Nikolai, the newest addition to our Avenger family. 🎖️

Wanda Maximoff: Congratulations to you both! All those cliches, those things you hear about having a baby and motherhood—all of them are true. Motherhood is the most beautiful things you will ever experience. I’ll drop off some food for you both in the morning. 🥰

Clint Barton: Hey, Y/N! Make sure Nikolai is securely fastened in his infant carrier. I hope he sleeps the whole way back. If he gets fussy, ask FRIDAY to turn on the cabin pressure stabilization. It's a feature I insisted Stark add to the Quinjet after SHIELD found out I had kids. You're welcome. 😏

Laura Barton: I know things didn't go as planned, but I'm grateful we could share in your special day, Y/N. Nikolai is absolutely beautiful! Please let Nat know that I'll give her a call tomorrow. 😊

Tony Stark: Rushman! Y/L/N! Congratulations on the arrival of your precious son. Nikolai will bring you endless joy and fulfillment and become your favorite reason to lose sleep for the rest of your lives. 😉

Pepper Stark: Congratulations, you two! I'm so happy for you and Nat. I can only imagine how incredible it must feel to look into Nikolai's eyes and feel like everything is right in the world. Please don't hesitate to reach out if there's anything I can do to help. Sending lots of love! ❤️

Bruce Banner: I'm truly sorry I couldn't be there; I’m thrilled for you and Natasha. I can't wait to meet Nikolai! 💚

Maria Hill: Congratulations, Y/N and Nat, on the arrival of baby Nikolai Odison! I can't wait to meet the little bundle of joy and see those tiny fingers and toes. The name Nikolai Odison Romanoff is absolutely beautiful. I spoke with Thor this morning, and the honor deeply moved him. 🥹

Thor Odinson: I am incredibly grateful to have been present for the birth of your son, Nikolai Odison Romanoff. Your decision to include me in this momentous occasion is a great honor, and I want to assure you that I will always be there to support and care for all of you. The arrival of Nikolai is a joyous event, and I am committed to being a steadfast presence in his life. ⚡

Peter Parker: Y/N! Congratulations on the arrival of Nikolai! I'm so thrilled for you and Nat. What does he look like? Does he have your hair or Natasha’s? What color are his eyes? I'm already thinking about all the adventures we'll have with him. I'm going to text Nat right now. I can't wait to meet him! 💙

Yelena Belova: Give my little nephew a kiss and hug from me. Also, heads up - Mom and Dad are considering staying with you for eight weeks to help care for Nikolai. Happy Parenting! 😂

Kate Bishop: Yelena is sitting next to me, and she can't stop laughing, so I'm going to assume that everything is going well. Please give Nikolai a kiss and hug from me! 🩵

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You and Natasha stood together at the front of the Quinjet, the hum of the engines surrounding you as the aircraft soared safely through the sky.

“Nikolai is sound asleep. I don't think your parents have taken their eyes off our son since they got here,” turning around to see Melina and Alexi lovingly admiring their grandson.

Nat lovingly reached for your hand. “Our son,” she repeated with a big smile.

Nat took her place in the pilot's seat and turned off the autopilot as you settled in beside her.

"Come on, Y/N. Let’s go home.”

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techs-goggles9902 · 8 months ago

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Hi. I read that you're in your Captain Rex phase, so for a request, how about he x F! Kix's assistant doctor where is her birthday and Hardcase, Fives and Jesse convince her to celebrate on 79s. She doesn't drink, so when she does this for the first time she ends up confessing her feelings for Rex to his brothers and at that moment he listens. Rex takes her home and takes care of her. And maybe when she's sober they can talk about it, and she finds out that Rex feels the same way about her. ♥️

I Like You - Rex/f!medic reader

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Warnings: alcohol, mentions of syringes (but not used, just thrown away)

Word count: 1544 (dialogue heavy)

A/N: sorry I took a few days! It took me a while to figure out how to write this since I’ve never drank or anything, so a lot of googling! I hope this is what you meant! I’d be happy to rewrite it if you’re not happy!!! ❤️

“Stitches!”

You turn at the call of your name. Well, nickname. Ever since the Republic needed more medics and you came into the 501st family, that’s been your name. The men gave each other names, and they saw fit to give you your own.

“Fives, hey. Did you need somethin’?” You ask as you pick up another discarded syringe from underneath a gurney. The last battle was brutal, with so many fatalities. So many men. Troopers. Friends. Brothers.

“What, I can’t just come and say hi to my favorite medic for no apparent reason?” He smirks. You give him a look.

He folds, “Fine. Well… ‘Case and Jesse told me it was your birthday. Why didn’t you tell us?”

“I didn’t want to make a fu-”

“Don’t lie. I know how you and the other nat-borns avoid birthdays around us. It’s not like we’ll get offended, Stitch. It’s your birthday!” Fives grins and shakes your shoulders enough to make you smile back.

You give him that little shy smile of yours and his gaze softens from excited to empathetic.

“Can we take you out tonight? Not as a date, of course. You have someone in mind for that, don’t you, Stitch?” He waggles his eyebrows at you.

“Shhh! Shut up, we don’t talk about that…”

“Okay, fine. But, please, Stitch? Hardcase and Jesse would be devastated. You don’t want to crush their hearts, do you? Do you?”

“Oh, Fives, you… Fine! I can’t take your begging and pleading. You’re buying,” you say with a grin, walking away to discard the syringe. Fives follows you.

“We have a couple hours until we get home, so… Uh… Do what girls do,” he says.

“Okay, okay! Get out of here already, Maker…” You laugh as Fives hugs you from behind and runs out of the medbay before you can throw anything at him.

Why did I even say yes? I’ve never even touched alcohol and now I’m surrounded by it. I swear, if I’m dragged back to the barracks, I’m killing all three of those idiots.

“Stitch! Over here!” You’re called from a small booth in the back of 79’s. You’ve been to this bar a multitude of times over your two year career in the 501st, but you’ve ever had a drink here. You were, as Hardcase calls it, the designated driver.

You approach the booth, weaving between drunk troopers, their civilian dance partners, and server droids. Fives, Hardcase, and Jesse already had drinks in their hands as you slid in the booth next to Jesse.

“Finally made it. Ordered you a drink,” Hardcase says with his little grin.

“Too kind, good sir,” you retort, shoving Jesse to give you more room in the booth. He shoves back with a smirk.

The server droid quickly delivers your drink, a colorful cocktail with various sugary fruits on skewers balancing on the rim of the glass.

“How can you guys even afford this?” Your jaw goes slack at the sight of the drink.

“Bill it to the Republic!” Fives yells, raising his own glass in the air. Hardcase and Jesse reciprocate, thrusting their glasses in the air, spilling a bit of its contents on the table top.

“Sure, sure, yeah,” you giggle, slightly raising your glass so you don’t knock off the fruits.

It started with the cocktail. Then a few shots of Spotchka. Then some Corellian ale you’ve seen in holo-commercials. The four of you couldn’t even walk straight, but did it matter? It was your birthday and your first time experiencing the feeling of alcohol flowing through your veins.

The buzz kept you upright, kept you awake, kept you partying.

What if he was here… heh, we’d have fun… A lot of fun.

“So, who’s this mystery man we’ve had to hear so much about, Stitch?” Hardcase slurs.

“Oh my Maker… He’s. So. Fine. No, seriously, you don’t understand, ‘Case. And, he’s so nice…” you sigh dreamily.

“Oh, it’s me?” Jesse laughs.

“No… c’mere,” you beckon, the three clones leaning in with wide eyes. “It’s Rex.”

“Ha! I knew it! Stitch likes Rex!” Fives cackles, raising his empty glass in the air. Hardcase’s eyes go wide and he nudges Fives’ ribs with his elbow and points to something, or someone, behind you, in front of them.

“Wha… Oh. Hey, Captain… Didn’t know you were gonna be here…” Fives says, quickly lowering his arm, his face turning a deep scarlet.

Your breath stops halfway to your lungs, your blood running cold. Did he just say captain-

“Different Rex, of course. You know, that one dude… He’s uh… Over there somewhere…” Hardcase quickly says, pointing somewhere across the dimly lit bar. Fives and Jesse turn their attention there as well, all murmuring under their breath about the nonexistent other Rex.

“Okay, I think Stitch has had a bit too much to drink tonight. You’re obviously not getting home by yourselves anytime soon,” Rex says, curling his fingers around your upper arm and easing you to your feet.

“Rex, I, uh…”

“Stitch, don’t worry about it. Let’s get you home, yeah? Let you sober up for the night,” Rex gently pulls you away from the booth, the drunk trio of clones still trying to point out the different Rex. None of them notice as Rex takes you out the backdoor.

“What’s your passcode?” Rex asks as he comes to a stop at the door of your apartment, ready to type in your code.

“7-5-6-7,” you recite, your cheeks burning a bright pink. Rex raises his brows with a little chuckle and pulls you inside, shutting the door behind you.

“Let’s get something non-alcohol related into your system. You have water in the conservator?” He asks, gently pushing you onto a kitchen chair.

“Mmhmm.”

He finds a bottle of water and a ration pack, opens both, and places them in front of you.

“I want them both gone,” he firmly says as he slides in the seat across from you. He watches, making sure you eat and drink everything. “Happy Birthday, by the way.”

He said Happy Birthday to me. He said Happy Birthday to me. He said Happy Birthday to me. He said-

“Thanks.”

Once the ration pack is eaten and the glass is empty, Rex cleans up, ordering you to the bedroom. You sit on the bed, not wanting to go and find your pajamas, not wanting to clean off your makeup.

“C’mere,” his soft voice coos. It’s music to your ears, the way his accent makes him pronounce the sounds just a tad differently.

He grabs a wipe from your adjacent bathroom and gently wipes away the cosmetic gunk you painted on your face. You just barely hear him whisper, “Don’t see why you need it. You’re beautiful without it.”

The words bring warmth to your chest, butterflies to your stomach, happy thoughts to the mushy thing between your ears. He called me beautiful…

He turns away as you change into just your undershirt, hiding the rest of your body beneath the covers of your bed.

“Ah ah! Not on the stomach or back. Your side, Stitch,” he says, turning around and pushing you onto your side, piling pillows to keep you in position.

“But what if I like sleeping on my tummy?” You ask, trying to roll over to face him. He sighs.

“And you think I’m a difficult patient?”

“But… What if I get uncomfy?”

“Hon, lie still, please.”

“Bu-”

“No.”

You pout, jutting out your bottom lip. Rex smiles. “You’re cute like this. Get some sleep, Stitch.”

He called me cute…

Waking up with a skull crushing headache made you rethink going out in the first place. The nausea hits you as you sit up, your head spinning. The Coruscant sun spills through your translucent curtains, illuminating your bedroom.

The sounds of passing speeders whirling past your windows are muted by the durasteel walls. Someone, a man, sits in the chair beside your window, his face is slowly revealed as the sun rises higher.

Rex… he stayed with me… Aw, he’s sleeping…

“Mmm… Finally ‘wake…” he says, his husky voice laced with sleep. His eyes crack open and his drowsy hazel irises look upon yours. “Feeling okay?”

“Did… Did you sleep there?”

“Mmhmm… I didn’t wanna intrude. It’s your bed,” he says, rubbing his eyes with his calloused hands. “But how do you feel?”

“Hungover, I guess.”

“First time?”

You nod. “About what I said last night…”

“Hey, no. Don’t apologize, okay? I… like you, as well, Stitch,” Rex says, coming over and sitting beside you on your bed, the mattress dipping beside you.

“I- What? You do?” Your eyes widen, everything that happened, every little thing he cooed in your ear the previous night, all of it comes back. He called you cute. Beautiful.

He nods, wringing his hands in his lap, a shy smile tugging at his lips. He turns slightly to face you, the two of you subconsciously leaning in. Your lips part as your eyes drift down to his own lips, his tongue quickly wetting them.

“I really like you, Stitch…” He murmurs as he leans in closer.

“I really like you, to-” You’re shut up by his lips pressing against yours.

Maybe I won’t kill the idiot trio, afterall…

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—Insufferable

frat!jake seresin x f!reader

summary: the one where ace (not so subtly) ogles jake in public.

wc: 974

warning(s): 18+, fem!reader, no y/n (reader goes by nickname ace), shirtless boys and an innuendo

catch up with jake and ace here!

a/n: here's a little pre!relationship jake and ace that nobody asked for. i wasn't going to post this at first, but decided to since it's been a minute

<3 dedicated to @blue-aconite who read it first and is the reason i continue writing these stories

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“This counts as kidnapping, you know.”

Natasha sends you a coy grin from beside you. “It’s not kidnapping if you came with me willingly.”

“Because you told me we were going to the thrift store! Not the boys’ stupid car wash thing,” you huff like a child in the passenger’s seat with your arms crossed over your chest and everything.

“It’s not stupid. It’s for charity.” Nat shrugs.

“Which charity is that again?” You roll your eyes.

“I… don’t remember. But Javy invited us and we like Javy, right?”

“I guess,” you grumble.

It’s her turn to roll her eyes at your antics as she pulls into the lower campus parking lot. Natasha follows the poorly designed signs into the wash line. “That’s the spirit, Ace,” she pinches your cheek playfully, making you swat at her hand.

You continue to complain about all the other ways you could’ve been spending your Saturday while Natasha ignores you by turning up the radio. Between her rendition of Faith Hill’s This Kiss and your thirty second power nap, a knock at your window makes your heart jump and your eyes open wide.

Putting down your window, you’re met with a shirtless Javy Machado who’s wearing the biggest grin you’ve ever seen. “Hey! You made it!”

It was hard not to smile at his genuine excitement of seeing you both. “Against my will,” you say despite the growing amusement on your features. “Nat told me she was taking me to lunch and thrifting. She left out the part of the car wash between those two activities.”

Javy plants his hands on his hips. “At least you got some free lunch,” he pauses before looking over your shoulder at Natasha. “Right?”

You ramble on about how Nat owes you more than just lunch after the stunt she’s pulled, not noticing the flustered look on your best friend’s face as she unabashedly admires Javy from the driver’s seat.

Neither Javy nor Natasha pay attention to your words as they get caught in one another’s gaze.

It’s only when Bradley, also shirtless, walks up to the car and claps Javy on the back that the two of them snap out of their little stupor.

“I’m surprised to see you here, Ace. I thought you said these fraternity events were a load of baloney.” Bradley slides his sunglasses down the bridge of his nose so you could see the amused look in his eyes.

“Again, I was kidnapped,” you raise your brows at him.

“I did not kidnap you!” Natasha chides.

Ignoring her remark, you eye Javy and Bradley with a wrinkle of your nose. “If I didn’t know better, I would’ve thought this was for the Boys Without Clothes charity.”

“Haha,” Bradley laughs dryly. Spotting his friend who’s finishing up with the car in front of you, he cups his hands over his mouth with a sly grin. “Hey, Jake! Look who it is!”

The mention of Jake Seresin makes your heart rate increase and your cheeks warm up. It’s not like you didn’t know he was going to be here, of course he was, he was in this fraternity. You just didn’t think you’d have to acknowledge him at all. With all his flaunting and showboating, you would have thought he would be too busy to stop and say hi to you and Natasha, yet here he was making his way over to her car with that overconfident smirk on his face.

Just like his buddies, he is also shirtless and proud. The sight of him irks you, pulling an immediate scowl on your lips. However, you can’t deny that he looked good. His skin, sheened with sweat, defined the figure that he clearly worked hard to take care of. He was a sight to be looked at and he knew it. You hated that you knew it too.

“See something you like, sweetheart?”

That cocky, Texas drawl sets the tips of your ears on fire. You flit your gaze up and, just as you suspected, he was standing with that bothersome smile on his face. You tear your eyes away from him in favor of looking up to the sky. “In your dreams, Seresin.”

“Only every night,” he winks.

Your mouth falls slack at his words and you hate that your brain chose this moment to short circuit. With a huff of annoyance, you go back to crossing your arms across your chest and falling back against your seat. “You are insufferable.”

Jake bites back quickly. “Insufferable. That’s a new one.”

Your attention has been so attuned to Jake that you didn’t realize the other boys have already started on Natasha’s car.

He leans his arm against the top of the car door and lowers himself so he is eye to eye with you. You freeze, suddenly feeling hyper aware of his presence. Even with the sweat covering his body he still smelled like cologne and the mint chewing gum he carries around in his pocket. There’s barely an inch of space amongst you as he takes his lower lip between his teeth. “At least it’s better than the other things you like to call me.”

“Oh, get a room, you two.” Natasha’s voice pulls you from Jake’s trance.

Jake laughs, pushing off the car to grab a sponge from the bucket behind him. “Close your window, Ace. I don’t want you getting all wet.”

You barely move, fuming with irritation and another feeling you can’t quite place that forms in the pit of your stomach. Nat rolls your window up as she guffaws at your stunned expression.

“Close your mouth too. You’re gonna catch flies.”

You whip around to look at Natasha who is clutching her stomach from her silent fits of laughter.

Covering your face with your hands, you slouch lower into your seat. “Shut up, Nat.”

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goldenempyrean · 2 years ago

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Maybe a slight au one where r and Nat are in college where they are dormmates and newly a couple. Nat hasn’t been at dorm for a few days but wouldn’t say why but R goes to their shared class and when natasha sits down it’s obvious shes sick and trying to push through it? “Don't come too close. You don’t wanna catch this.” And “I can see you staring at me. You’re not discreet y’know?”

Close Quarters

〚Notes - I thought this req was super cute :D enjoy, very unedited so excuse that :p I was meant to post this yesterday so oops 〛

〚 Pairing - Natasha Romanoff x Reader〛

〚 Summary - Nat had been avoiding you and when she turns up sick to lecture, you make sure to take the best care of her. 〛

〚 Wordcount - 1690 〛

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Going to the same university as your girlfriend, that was great but having the privilege of being dormmates? That was even better. Unfortunately (or fortunately, depending on how you want to see it) being in such close quarters meant when something was wrong, there was no hiding it.

But for the last day or so, you hadn’t seen your girlfriend at all. She’d stayed the night out at her friends and when you asked to meet up for breakfast Nat had claimed she wasn’t hungry and would make it up to you. Strange. But still, you allowed her the space she wanted. The day felt strange not having Nat by your side. Usually, the redhead wouldn’t leave you alone during the day, but you brushed it off. You both shared a class later in the afternoon anyway, you just made a mental note to speak to her about it then.

The rest of your day wasn’t that exciting, just your normal every-day lectures. Eventually though the time of your shared one crept closer and you headed off in the direction of the designated hall, scoring two seats somewhere near the back. Slowly people began to fill the hall, taking their seats and you patiently waited for Nat, feeling your heart flutter a little as you caught site of her distictive red hair enter the hall.

“Hi baby,” You smiled widely as you saw Natasha making her way to the seat you’d reserved for her, but as she got closer you couldn’t help but feel like something was off. You went to hug her which she accepted but she quickly pulled out of your hold rather after only a few seconds. Okay. Something was definitely off.

“What’s up my love?” You murmured quietly as the both of you sat back down, “I feel like I haven’t seen you for ages, is everything okay?”

“Nothing, I’m fine,” she replied, trying to brush it off, but she couldn’t hide the congestion in her voice, and you quirked your eyebrow at her as she began searching in her bag for her notebook. Why was she congested?

You watched as Natasha dug through her bag, her shoulders hunching over slightly as she tried to get comfy in her seat – your lecture was a long one. You couldn’t help but notice how she was trying to discreetly sniffle and rub at her nose; she really wasn’t doing a very good job at hiding it though and could feel your worry increase when you heard her muffle a soft sneeze into her elbow followed by a rough cough. It sounded like it hurt her throat. Was that why she’d been avoiding you?

You blessed her quietly, "Are you sure you're okay, Natty?” Your voice laced with concern as you searched around in your bag for some tissues before finding a packet and sliding them over to her.

"Thanks.” She mumbled as she took a few, “I’m fine though, really. Just a little tired, that's all," She replied, her voice suspiciously scratchy.

You knew that she was lying. It was obvious. Upon closer inspection, you could see the red tinged edges of her nose and the light pink haze sitting on her cheeks. The ball finally dropped when she sneezed twice again. Nat hardly sneezed on a normal day, so this was definitely a sign something was off. You went to question her again but stopped, you knew how she could be so stubborn when it came to admitting that she was sick. So, with some reluctance, you decided to drop the subject for now, not wanting to push her too hard. She’d already felt anxious about it, she wouldn’t have slept at Wanda’s otherwise and you didn’t want her to feel any worst.

"Alright, if you say so. But if you need anything, just let me know, okay?" you said, giving her another reassuring smile.

Natasha smiled weakly back at you, clearly grateful for your concern. The two of you settled into the lecture, but you couldn't help but keep an eye on her, noticing every sniffle and cough that she tried to hide.

As the lecture went on, Natasha's sniffles became more frequent. Her breath hitched and you knew what came next. Yet after a few seconds there was nothing, you looked over to see her scrunching up her nose and fidgeting in her seat, trying to hold it in, but it was no use.

Her breath caught on an inhale and her head suddenly bopped forward as she let out a loud sneeze, her shoulders shook as she tried to stifle it, but it didn’t really work. You reached over and silently handed her another tissue, watching with worried eyes as she blew her nose.

“I can see you staring at me. You’re not discreet y’know?” She mumbled afterwards; her voice thick with congestion.

You chuckled softly, “Sorry, I can't help it. I just want to make sure you're okay.”

Natasha gave you a small smile, but it quickly faded as she sniffled again, her eyes starting to water. You could see the discomfort etched on her face, and you knew she was struggling to concentrate on the lecture. To your surprise, you felt her head come to rest against your shoulder as she leant against you, instinctively you brought your arm up to wrap around her.

With her this close, you could feel her body temperature rising as she snuggled closer to you, and you knew that she was feeling worse by the minute. You stole a quick glance at her face and saw that her eyes were closed, her breathing a little ragged, and her cheeks flushed with a fever. You knew she was sick, you just needed her to admit it.

But as you felt Natasha's body temperature rising, you knew that she needed to rest and take care of herself, and you weren’t willing to test how long she’d go without giving in. Instead, you gently nudged her shoulder and whispered, "Baby are you sure you're okay? You seem really warm to me."

Natasha let out a sigh and pulled away from you, rubbing her eyes tiredly. "It’s just a cold or something like that." She admitted before quickly turning away to catch a set of sneezes into her hands, groaning afterwards as she dosed herself in a generous blob of hand sanitiser.

You immediately feel a little guilty for not pressing her about it sooner. “Oh, sweetie,” you spoke softly, reaching out to brush a strand of hair away from her face. “Why didn’t you tell me? You should be resting then, not sat in a lecture.” You sighed as you reached over to cup her warm cheek in your hand, disregarding the ongoing lecture entirely.

“I didn’t want to miss classes,” Natasha replied stubbornly as she sniffled miserably into an abused-looking tissue before adding, “You shouldn’t come too close, you don’t wanna catch this.” Slightly regretting her decision to lean against you earlier but tough, she wanted warmth. God that hall felt freezing, even with the jumper she’d taken from the back of your chair and wrapped around herself.

“No love, me catching this isn’t important,” You shook your head, easing her concerns a little, “What’s important is that you take care of yourself and get better. I’ll take you home and make sure you have everything you need to feel comfortable and rest.” You placed a gentle kiss on her forehead, and she leaned into the touch with a small smile.

Natasha nodded, still looking a little hesitant. "Okay, but can we wait until the lecture's over? I don't want to cause a scene," she said quietly, and you nodded in agreement.

"Of course, we can wait. But if you start feeling worse, we're leaving. No arguments," you replied firmly, and she nodded, snuggling back into your side. You wrapped your arm around her once again, and the two of you settled back into the lecture, though your attention was now completely focused on Natasha.

As the lecture finally drew to a close, you helped Natasha gather her things and make her way out of the lecture hall. The cold air outside hit her like a ton of bricks, and she shivered, pulling the jumper around her tightly. You wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her close to you as you made your way towards your car.

Once inside the car, you turned up the heat and handed her a blanket from the backseat, watching as she bundled up in it with a grateful smile. You started the car and made your way back to your apartment, where you immediately set about making her comfortable.

You led Natasha to the couch, fluffing up the pillows and pulling out a warm throw blanket. You made her a cup of hot tea with honey and lemon, knowing it would soothe her sore throat. You also retrieved some over-the-counter medicine and a thermometer, which she reluctantly took.

"You have a fever, love," you said gently, seeing the thermometer read 38.4, "Let's get you into some comfortable clothes, and you can rest for a bit."

She nodded, sniffling again, and you helped her change into some cosy pyjamas. You tucked her into the blanket, making sure she was warm enough. You sat down beside her, keeping a close eye on her.

"Do you need anything else baby?" you asked, stroking her hair gently.

Natasha shook her head, her eyes already drooping. "No, I'm good. Thank you for taking care of me."

You smiled, feeling a warm feeling in your chest at her words. "Always, love. Rest up and let me know if you need anything."

As Natasha drifted off to sleep, you couldn't help but feel grateful for the opportunity to take care of her. It was moments like these that made you realise how much you loved her and how important she was to you. You made a mental note to take care of her more often, even when she wasn't sick, because you knew that's what love was all about – taking care of each other, no matter what.

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just-dreaming-marvel · 4 months ago

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LEGACY ~ 8

LEGACY MASTERLIST

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Word Count: 2,303ish

Summary: The Team regroups and goes on a mission.

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Dinner was eaten quickly and, for the most part, quietly. Everyone was spread out in Clint’s kitchen, dining room, breakfast nook, and living room. Fury was in the kitchen, you and Nat were seated at the dining room table, Bruce was behind you, Steve was leaning on the wall that connected the living room and dining room, Clint was in the living room with his family, and Tony was throwing darts in the breakfast nook.

“Ultron took you folks out of play to buy himself time,” Fury started. “My contacts all say he’s building something. The amount of Vibranium he made off with, I don’t think it’s just one thing.”

“What about Ultron himself?” Steve asked.

“Ah. He’s easy to track, he’s everywhere. Guy’s multiplying faster than a catholic rabbit. Still doesn’t help us get an angle on any of his plans though.”

“Is he still going after launch codes?” you asked.

“Yes, he is. But he’s not making any headway.”

“I cracked the Pentagon’s firewall in high school on a dare,” Tony stated, as he threw a few darts. You rolled your eyes. Of course Tony had hacked into the Pentagon.

“Yeah, well, I contacted our friends at the Nexus about that.”

“Nexus?” Steve questioned.

“It’s the world internet hub in Oslo,” Bruce said. “Every byte of data flows through there, fastest access on earth.”

“So what’d they say?” Clint asked as he came into the kitchen.

“He’s fixated on the missiles,” Fury replied, “but the codes are constantly being changed.”

“By whom?” Tony wondered.

Clint quickly threw a dart across the room. It narrowly missed Tony’s face and hit the center of the dart board. Tony looked at Clint with a ‘really?’ expression. Clint simply shrugged it off and I smirked at the interaction.

“Parties unknown.”

“Do we have an ally?” Natasha asked.

“Ultron’s got an enemy. That’s not the same thing. Still, I’d pay folding money to know who it is.”

“I might need to visit Oslo, find our unknown,” Tony suggested.

“Well, this is good times, boss, but I was kind of hoping when I saw you, you’d have more than that,” Nat said.

“I do, I have you,” Fury replied. “Back in the day, I had eyes everywhere, ears everywhere else. You kids had all the tech you could dream of. Here we all are, back on Earth, with nothing but our wit, and our will to save the world. Ultron says the Avengers are the only thing between him and his mission. And whether or not he admits it, his mission is global destruction. All this,” Fury motioned to everything around us, “laid in a grave. So stand. Outwit the platinum bastard.” With that, Fury sat down at the head of the table.

“Steve doesn’t like that kind of talk.”

“You know what, Romanoff?” Steve replied, trying hard not to laugh at himself. Nat gave a mischievous smile in response.

“So what does he want?” Fury probed.

“To become better. Better than us. He keeps building bodies.”

“Person bodies,” Tony added. “The human form is inefficient, biologically speaking, we’re out modeled. But he keeps coming back to it.”

“When you two programmed him to protect the human race, you amazingly failed,” Natasha commented.

Bruce walked up to the table and looked at a picture of a butterfly that Clint’s daughter had drawn for Nat. “They don’t need to be protected–” Bruce started.

“They need to evolve,” you interrupted, quickly remembering what Ultron had said while he was holding onto you. “Ultron’s going to evolve.”

“How?”

“Helen…”

“Has anyone been in contact with Helen Cho?” Bruce quickly wondered.

~~~

Upon changing back into your suit, you headed back down the stairs. You paused when you heard Tony and Steve talking.

“I’ll take Natasha and Clint,” Steve stated.

“Alright,” Tony agreed. “Strictly recon. I’ll hit the Nexus and join you as soon as I can.”

“If Ultron is really building a body…”

“He’ll be more powerful than any of us.. Maybe all of us. An android designed by a robot.”

“You know I really miss the days when the weirdest thing science ever created was me.”

Fury appeared next to Tony and Steve. “I’ll drop Banner off at the Tower,” he informed the two men. “You mind if I borrow Ms. Hill?”

“She’s all yours, apparently,” Tony bitterly answered.

“What are you going to do?” You asked, making yourself known as you walked down the stairs to them.

“I don’t know. Something dramatic, I hope,” Fury answered with a smirk.

“Will you be willing to take Y/N back to the Tower as well?” Tony asked Fury.

Before Fury could answer, you quickly put in, “I’m not going back to the Tower,” you argued. “I am more helpful anywhere else but that Tower. And you know that.”

Tony was quick to face you. “You’re going back to the Tower.”

“I am not. I am the only one who stands a chance against the Maximoff girl.”

“She’s right,” Fury added.

“What are they talking about, Tony?” Steve asked.

“When the Maximoff girl got into Banner’s head and forced him to Hulk out, she tried to get into mine as well,” you told him. “She couldn’t do anything to me. I am the best chance–the safest one– when it comes to going up against her.”

“I’m with Y/N on this one,” Fury said. “She can hold her own against the Maximoff girl. She could help bring them in.” Fury then walked out of the house.

“No, I’m not allowing it,” Tony said, shaking his head. He pointed a finger at you. “You’re going back to the Tower and that’s final.” He started heading outside.

“If Y/N really can’t be affected by the Maximoff girl, keeping her in the Tower isn’t the wisest decision,” Steve said to Tony. You were shocked that Steve was actually siding with you, especially when you hadn’t told him about your run in with the Maximoff girl. “Y/N has trained harder than anyone I know. She’s ready for this Tony.”

Tony stopped. You and Steve stayed behind him. You could tell that he wanted to shout at you about going with Fury, but he knew that Steve was right. You were perfectly trained and ready for this. And that’s what scared him the most.

“Fine,” he whispered. He whipped around and pushed a finger into Steve’s chest. “But she’s your responsibility, Rogers. You need to know where she is at all times. And if something happens to her… it’s on your head, Cap.”

~~~

You and Steve stood on a rooftop, overlooking Helen’s lab.

“You two minutes,” Steve said into the comms. “Stay close.” He turned to you. “Are you sure you’re ready for this?”

“I’m ready,” you assured him, jumping onto the next rooftop

Steve followed right behind. The two of you used the rooftops and streets to reach Helen’s lab. When the two of you arrived, security was down, same with the technicians. Ultron had clearly been to the lab and destroyed it after he was done with it. The two of you ran through the building until you found Helen injured and bleeding on the floor.

“Dr. Cho!” Steve exclaimed. The two of you rushed over to her. Steve quickly started putting pressure on her wound. You noticed that she was having trouble breathing.

“He’s uploading himself into the body,” Helen informed through ragged breaths.

“Where?” You asked. Steve tried to get up to look around but Helen stopped him.

“The real power is inside the cradle. The gem, its power is uncontainable. You can’t just blow it up. You have to get the cradle to Stark.”

“First we have to find it,” Steve said.

“Go.”

Steve stood up and began making his way out of the room. He stopped when he noticed that you weren’t following him. He turned back around to see you place your hands on Helen’s wound.

“What… What are you doing?” Helen questioned.

“Y/N, we need to go,” Steve’s tone was demanding as he marched over, almost to pull you away.

“I know,” you said. “But I can help.”

You didn’t remember how to do it, but you trusted in Fury’s words when he said that you could heal people. You took a deep breath and focused on her wound and your hands. Quickly, you began to feel some strength leave you through your hand. You noticed that her wound began to heal. As soon as the bleeding stopped, you pulled your hands away and stood up.

“How did you…” Steve’s question trailed off as he realized that there was no time for questions. “We’ve got to find the cradle.” You and Steve rushed out of the building and started running to the highway. “Did you guys copy that?”

“We did,” Clint responded from the quinjet.

“I’ve got a private jet taking off across town, no manifest,” Nat informed. “That could be him.”

“There. It’s the truck from the lab. Right above you guys. On the loop by the bridge. It’s them. I got three with the cradle, one in the cab. I could take out the driver.”

“Negative!” Steve quickly responded. “If that truck crashes, the gem could level the city.”

“We need to draw out Ultron,” you added.

The two of you climbed up a ladder to get to the upper level of the highway. You waited until the semi-truck was underneath you before you jumped. The two of you landed on top of the truck as gracefully as you could. Steve went to the back and slid down it to try and get the doors opened with his shield. Ultron shot open the doors from the inside, causing the doors to swing open with Steve hanging onto one. He swung the door back over, only for it to be blasted off. The door managed to get stuck on the truck with Steve laying on it, holding on.

“Well, he’s definitely unhappy!” Steve commented. “I’m gonna try and keep him that way.”

“You guys aren’t a match for him, Cap,” Clint advised.

“Thanks for the vote of confidence, Barton,” you said.

Steve climbed up the door and tried to enter the truck. Unfortunately, Ultron blasted him onto the windshield of the car behind the truck. You quickly jumped from the roof and into the back of the truck.

“Well, well, well,” Ultron said, almost with a smirk. “Come to get some answers?”

“Why would I get answers from you?” You spat.

“Because I’m the only one who will tell you the whole truth. Who can show you your full potential.”

“And if I have my files?”

“You clearly haven’t looked at them yet… You would know that you can do better than helping the Avengers.”

You pulled a gun from your holster and shot at him a few times. There was a thud on the roof that you could only guess was Steve. Ultron quickly blasted you into the side of the truck and flew out to the roof. You moaned as you pushed yourself up, your wounds healing themselves. You went to say something through the comms, when you noticed it was missing.

Before you could do anything else, two of Ultron’s mini bots grabbed your arms. They weren’t holding you very tight, like they were under orders to keep you safe. You noticed a motorcycle gaining on the truck. It was Nat. Suddenly, the truck was being shot at and the bots holding onto you let go to go see what was happening. Nat drove her motorcycles closer to the truck and jumped in.

“Thanks for the help,” she sarcastically said.

“I lost my comms and then Ultron wanted to talk,” you defended yourself. “Not to mention his minions grabbing me.”

“You could have gotten loose.”

“I have super strength, but they’re robots made out of vibranium.”

“Excuses, excuses.”

You both walked over to the cradle near the back. You looked into it, seeing a body of some sort. Nat shared a worried glance with you before you went over to the screen, trying to stop whatever was happening inside.

“Woah!” You exclaimed as the truck was suddenly taking flight.

As the truck started to tilt, you fell to the ground and rolled towards the open end of the truck. Nat was able to grab onto the cradle.

“Negative!” Natasha quickly shouted. You assumed something was happening over the comms. “Y/N and I are still in the truck.” You pushed yourself up and began undoing the cradle’s straps with Nat. “Just be ready. We’re sending the package to you… You might wish you hadn’t asked that.”

Nat quickly placed a bomb onto the wall of the truck while you began pushing the cradle to get it moving. Once it had enough momentum, you and Nat held onto it as it headed out of the truck and towards the open quinjet.

Suddenly, you felt something grab your ankle and yank you from the cradle. You looked back to see that Ultron had grabbed you.

“Y/N!” Natasha screamed as the truck blew up.

Before you could fight back or say anything, a piece of the exploded truck hit your head, knocking you out.

~~~

“Y/N!” Natasha screamed again as the cradle landed in the quinjet.

“Cap, you see Y/N?” Clint asked worriedly.

“Y/N? What do you mean?” Steve questioned.

“Ultron took her,” Natasha said.

“What?!”

“Do you have eyes on her?” Clint repeated.

“No. Do you have the cradle?”

“We do.”

“Then go, get it to Stark!”

“But–”

“Go!”

Clint closed the quinjet and began flying off. “Damn it.”

The two sat in silence for a moment, trying to wrap their heads around losing you to Ultron.

“Clint,” Natasha got her friend’s attention, “what are we going to tell Tony?”

“Shit.”

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abbatoirablaze · 7 months ago

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Surrogate Luna, Chapter 24

Word Count: 2.1k

Warnings: implied fantasy smut.

“Hey…are you okay?”

Cinna nodded, smiling up at her friend, “yes-I just-it’s amazing to see how all of you have accepted me and my pups into your pack…”

“We may act like barbarians, but we are a very accepting group,” Nat smiled sweetly, “and anyways, you’re our luna. Our pack has waited what feels like forever for you. I don’t know if you noticed or not, but Bucky isn’t willing to compromise about things that he’s passionate on…and one of those topics is his mates. He’s had offers for years to settle down with someone and for us to have a luna, but he wanted to have faith that he’d be okay…that he’d find the right one eventually.”

Cinna bit her lip, “I noticed.”

Yelena nudged her, “you’ve made our alpha very happy…I’ve never seen him like this.”

“N-not even with Steve?”

“It was…different with Steve…” Nat admitted softly, “not bad different, but they were young pups. And Steve’s father wasn’t accepting of the pairing…and neither was his pack. But we all get along well with the Stark pack. He’s been kind to our alpha, and vice versa. We are glad that he chose you! He must really love you.”

“Can I ask something, Nat?” she asked, “will-will you be honest with me?”

“Natasha is always too honest,” Yelena laughed as she continued on with their stroll, “don’t test that theory.”

“Do either of you think that it’s odd?” you asked, “we-we haven’t heard anything from Steve and Sharon…but they seemed pretty intent on war when we were at the Stark pack summit.”

“I think that if it was meant to be then it would be,” Natasha replied thoughtfully, “Sharon is a bully…but not truly powerful. I think she’s only kept Steve around because she feeds off his power with her mark…but I don’t think that she’d truly last in a war. Our pack would crush hers. And I think that deep down, she knows that. She’s an idiot, but not wholly suicidal.”

Cinna nodded, taking in the information as they started to come up to the training grounds, “you know, if you are interested in learning how to fight or protect yourself, we could always teach you…and believe it or not, Clint is a sigma.”

“A sigma?” she asked, her brows popping up in surprise, “I didn’t-he doesn-“

“Doesn’t come across as one?” Natasha smiled. Cinna nodded, “we know. Alpha Barnes…Bucky-he has a program for sigmas and omegas…anyone that really wants to better themselves at ignoring alpha commands during battles…Clint was a test subject of sorts. He found out that if a designation is put in the right conditions, they can actually ignore alpha commands…”

“H-how does he do that?”

“It takes years of training!” Clint admitted, practically appearing out of nowhere, “we’ve been working on it since we were pups, because I had been taken as a POW in a war with another pack.”

“Clint was actually from a pack in the Midwest,” Yelena admitted, “our pack rescued him when he was what…eight? Ten?”

“Six,” Clint corrected, “my pack was wiped out…Bucky’s father was the one who rescued me…me, Bucky and Natasha all came up together…”

“And then we got stuck with Yelena when my parents wanted another pup!” Natasha teased as she grabbed her little sister and pulled her close.

Yelena playfully snapped at her sister, and the two siblings smiled, pushing away from one another, “so, luna…what’s on the agenda for today? We’re having a pack feast tonight, so-“

“Another one?”

“Alpha Barnes believes in celebrating life,” Yelena smiled, “our pack dynamics are a little…different than most.”

“I’ve noticed!” Cinna smiled, “but I love it here, and so do my pups…so I’m not complaining!”

“TO OUR LUNA!”

The drinks were thrown up in the air, chalices and glassware clinking wildly as the roar from the pack put butterflies in Cinna’s stomach. She looked at Bucky and couldn’t help but swoon as she saw Saradia snuggling into his chest.

It was far past the three-year old’s bed time, but she’d wanted to be part of the festivities, much like Peter and Stevie, who were both animatedly talking with the other pups next to their own head table.

Bucky reached out with his free hand and Cinna took it, longing to touch Bucky at any chance that she could.

“Looks like you may have a new shadow, alpha!” Cinna teased, gesturing to her daughter who was basking in the fact that Bucky was holding her, “I don’t think I’ve ever seen my fiery little sigma so attached to anyone…”

Bucky smiled at his mate, “I want a whole pack of pups, omega…I’ve always wanted that…and I think that Saradia sees that and feels safe with me.”

The three-year-old, who was trying so hard to stay awake nodded, shifting so that she could look at her mother.

“Hello little one…”

“Our pack, momma…”

“Yes baby…this is our pack…”

“Daddy pack.”

Even knowing how close Bucky and her had become over the past few days, Cinna was still surprised to hear the words uttered from her lips.

“Yes baby…” she smiled softly, her other hand reaching out to stroke her pup’s cheek. She looked up at Bucky, “maybe I should put the kids to bed…it’s late.”

“Whatever you want, omega!”

“No, momma!” she begged, shifting out of Bucky’s arms and towards her mother, “wanna stay up…like Peter…”

“Peter and Stevie need to sleep too baby!” she cooed.

“Uh uh!” she giggled, shifting out of the alpha’s arms entirely before running over to Peter and clinging to his side while she watched him interact with the pups from Bucky’s pack.

“I-it’s nice…you know!” she admitted after a second, “seeing my pups together…having all of them here.”

Bucky reached out and was gentle in how he pulled his mate’s chair closer, before shifting her onto his lap. He pressed a few soft kisses to her neck before she turned to look at him.

“I’m happy that you’re happy, luna…”

“I’m home!” she sighed softly, nuzzling against him, “home and with my pups…and my mate…how could I not be happy?”

“Luna?”

Cinna looked up, broken from her thoughts of her first night there, “I’m sorry, what?”

“We were asking if you wanted us to get the pups down for a nap before the festivities?” one of the caretakers asked.

Natasha giggled from beside her, nudging her, “you thinking about your alpha over there?”

“Wh-what?”

Yelena rolled her eyes and left the group. Cinna’s own eyes followed her, and that was when she noticed what had pushed her into a trance like state. Bucky had been play-fighting with Saradia, Peter, and Stevie, showing them how to use the stick swords, laughing as he talked about the old, civilized way of fighting with a sword and shield.

And the kids seemed like they were having the times of their lives, each of their little faces lighting up as they poked the big alpha with the fake swords while he attempted to outmaneuver them.

But she had noticed the sweat that had formed on his tan, developed abdomen. The droplets and how they had paraded between the ridges and valley of his deep cut abs.

Her pupils dilated as she watched his form.

‘Take the kids in!’ she whimpered softly, not bothering to spare the entourage a look. They were quick in removing the giggling children. She noticed the surprise on Bucky’s features, and how he was about to ask where they were taking the pups, until he saw his omega’s face.

Until he smelled the scent of her arousal filling the air around him. He smiled, stalking towards her, ‘omega…’

The simple call of her designation was enough to set her soul on fire.

She growled at him, and he growled in response. His chest heaved as he breathed in deeply to catch her scent, ‘smell so sweet, omega.’

‘Need you, alpha!’ she purred, feeling the butterflies moving from in her stomach to a tingling between her thighs.

‘Can smell you!’ he exclaimed, sweeping her into his arms. She moaned, and her eyes closed as he pulled her into a searing kiss.

‘Bucky!’

He growled yet again, and cupped her ass, squeezing the fleshy globes, ‘gonna put a pup in you, omega…’

‘Put a whole litter in me!’ she begged.

‘Never gonna stop!’ he growled between kisses as he slid his hand down her thigh and pressed her against the wall. She moaned, feeling his hardened length only sheltered by his denim, ‘gonna keep you full, luna. Gonna build up our pack with so many pups…’

“MOMMY!”

Cinna was shaken from her thoughts when she felt a set of hands wrap around her leg. She smiled, seeing that Stevie had run up to her and was hugging her.

Peter and Saradia were close behind, attacking her thighs with just as much energy as the alpha pup.

“I made it first!” Stevie proclaimed happily.

“That you did, my little alpha!”

“Well, I got here second!” Peter grinned.

“Also true, my sweet little omega.”

“I made too!” Saradia frowned.

She leaned forward and picked up her youngest, perching on her hip. She kissed her cheek, “and my fearless little sigma…how could I forget you?”

She giggled as Bucky joined the group, fake sword perched on his shoulder, “I lost all my little soldiers…”

“Momma!” Saradia smiled, as though it were the most obvious thing.

“That’s right, little sigma,” Bucky grinned, pinching her cheek, “We always protect our omegas…especially our mothers and pups. You three were right to come protect your mother…because I’m going to eat her next!”

The pups giggled as Bucky dropped his sword and scooped his omega into his arms, before peppering her face in kisses.

“No, daddy!” Saradia said quickly, trying to push Bucky’s face away, “you don’t eat momma. She’s luna.”

“That’s right!” he proclaimed, pressing a kiss to Saradia’s cheek, “your mother is our pack’s luna…do you know what that makes you?”

“Princess?”

The boys laughed from between Bucky and Cinna, shaking their heads at their baby sister, but Bucky nodded as he plucked Saradia from Cinna’s grasp, “that’s right, Saradia. You’re a princess. You’re daddy’s little princess and princess over the whole pack!”

Her eyes seemed to light up as Peter looked at Cinna, “princesses don’t exist, do they, mommy?”

“Of course not!” Stevie laughed.

“In Europe, they don’t go by pack leaders,” she reminded them, “they do call them princesses and princes…if we ever went, Bucky would be a king, and I would be queen of the Barnes pack…just as you two would be princes and Saradia would be a princess.”

“I’m a prince!” Peter smiled.

“That you are,” she grinned, “come little pups…I came to get you because Natasha and Yelena reminded me about the feast tonight!”

Stevie’s eyes lit up, “another one?”

“Yes, another one…come on…I need to get the three of you bathed and napped beforehand.”

“But I’m not tired, momma!” Saradia whined.

“But if you nap, you can stay up with me and mommy…and Peter and Stevie,” Bucky reminded her gently, helping out in his own little way, “you can stay for the whole party.”

She seemed to think about it for a second before nodding, and reaching back out to Cinna, who was mouthing a quick ‘thank you’ to him.

Bucky watched as Cinna got the kids all lined up and headed towards the packhouse. He felt his inner wolf howling at how she walked away from him, hips swaying. He breathed a deep sigh and paused.

His brows furrowed as he noticed the sweeter scent.

“You okay, alpha?” Sarah asked as she rejoined him after putting the swords away.

Bucky nodded, “I just-my luna…she smells sweeter. Have you noticed?”

Sarah shook her head, “sorry, Buck…wasn’t sniffing your mate…who knows…only time I’ve ever known her to smell sweeter though was when she’s about to go into a heat, or when she was pregnant…”

“Yeah…”

“I mean, you two did have that romp at Tony’s summit,” she laughed, nudging the alpha, “who knows indeed. Maybe the Barnes pack is about to see their first heir through their alpha and luna.”

She laughed for a second, but stopped when Bucky’s eyes snapped to hers, and the realization hit him.

“She’s been here four months, Sarah…” Bucky said quickly, eyes going wide, “I-she hasn’t had a heat since the night we sent each other into a breakthrough one…”

“Well shit,” she smiled, slapping the alpha on the shoulder, “looks like the Barnes pack might see it’s first heir after all…congratulations, Alpha…”

“Holy shit…” he murmured to himself, “i-it’s really happening…”

“So,” she smirked, “when are you going to tell Cinna?”

Chapter 25

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artistic-lj · 9 months ago

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Okay so I “made” a new gender apathetic/apagender flag because the one I found/we have was just kinda lacking for me?? Like it’s okay and I don’t dislike it, but I thought it needed something

So the current one, according to gender fandom wiki or whatever (https://gender.fandom.com/wiki/Gender_Apathetic), is by @pridearchive (idk why I can’t tag them but I also just don’t understand tumblr so oh well)

But anyway, I’m not a huge fan of the fact that a lot of the definition relies upon the usage of the word “lazy” a lot, because like, while it’s true that laziness and apathy are similar, they are not the same. I was confused for MONTHS as to why everyone around me cared so much about their gender, both cis and trans people, and I just didn’t. Like, I thought my dad might understand cause we talk about queer stuff all the time and he was like “???… but I am a man, that’s just a fact… are you saying there’s people who don’t care??” And that confused me more cause I was like “wait even cis people care that much about their gender expression??” Because for me, I thought that trans people really cared about their gender identity and expression because of the dysphoria they dealt with from being born as the opposite sex. So, to hear that cis people also have a strong sense of gender and really care about the way they present and are perceived threw me for a loop.

So I went down this rabbit hole for, as stated previously, MONTHS, just trying to figure out if anyone felt the way I did because I felt fucking crazy. No one else spoke about not caring about their gender identity, not caring if someone called them a guy or a girl or something in between. I found labels like Aporagender (“a gender identity that is neither masculine, feminine or inbetween the two but nonetheless involves a strong sense of gender; a term similar to maverique.” - https://en.pronouns.page/dictionary/terminology#aporagender) and genderfluid (“a gender that varies, or changes over time.” - https://gender.fandom.com/wiki/Genderfluid) and bigender (“a gender identity which can be literally translated as 'two genders' or 'double gender'.” - https://gender.fandom.com/wiki/Bigender) but none of them felt right, even if I liked their flags.

But then, out of frustration, I decided to google “what is it called when you don’t care about your gender” and gender apathetic popped up. And I read the description and I felt so… understood. I felt like, no matter how small the group was, I had finally found people who understood me and felt the way I did. And then, because I’m annoying and visual, I saw the flag… and I was just… feeling very… ehhh…

Like, the brown, purple/lavender/light blue, white, and gray on their own aren’t inherently bad, but something about it just felt bland and… nothing like the sense of relief I felt when discovering I wasn’t alone.

And then I clicked through onto the post about the meanings of each color and began to like it even less

But, I pushed forward, ignoring my dislike of the color arrangement and meanings behind them and sharing my newfound label/identity and flag with my friends. I finally felt like I had something I understood.

That is, until one night when I got bored. And I started searching for flag makers to see what was out there. I came across a Reddit post about a custom flag builder (https://www.reddit.com/r/lgbt/comments/ooz3tb/custom_pride_flag_builder/) which lead me to Team Ultima’s custom pride flag maker: https://www.teamultima.org/flag/

Needless to say, as an artist and someone who’s nitpicky about colors and designs, I was stoked to find something that allowed so much creative control! After messing around with it for a bit, I made this:

Now, I know it’s not really that different from the current flag. But, to me, this feels a lot more balanced and cohesive. With the one by pridearchive, the “light blue,” which we all know is just lavender tbh, was the only color that had a bright saturation besides the white. Our eyes are naturally drawn to it and this does not allow our eyes to flow along the flag and take it all in. We kinda see the purple and get stuck there. Not only that, because we expect white to be in the middle of pride flags (as well as Im sure a lot of other color theory reasons that I’m not knowledgeable enough to know of or explain), the flag felt top heavy and uneven, with no equivalent saturated color along the bottom. The flag was lacking horizontal symmetry and I think/hope I did a good job of bringing it to this flag without it feeling like it’s too much or too little.

With all that being said here are my/the new and improved color meanings:

Brown - The natural human desire to find a sense of belonging and community, even if said community is formed around having a label for not caring about labels. It can also represent the warmth and security felt by having a label that represents how you truly feel.

Light Blue - A feeling of tranquility and peace towards one’s gender identity and expression

White - The limitless void of possibilities in which one can express themselves

Lavender - The mixture of all genders, feminine, masculine, neither, and everything in between

Gray - Lack of gender stagnation, not caring if one’s gender presentation is not as simple as black or white

Anyway, I’ve never posted anything like this before so… lemme know if I’m totally doing it wrong and all my color meanings are terrible and way off base or whatever. I’m gonna make a separate post of just the flag and the color meanings and whatever so that people don’t have to read all my dumb backstory to get to the actual “redesign” 💅💅

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autisticempathydaemon · 9 months ago

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Hi, if you're still doing the matchups, I'd love to see what you have in store!

Song fixations

-- Currently, I've been listening to MARK CHAPMAN by Måneskin. The first lyrics that came to my mind was the end of the first verse and the chorus.

Ma se soltanto avesse La possibilità Ti seguirebbe al quattro angoli della città Nascosto fra la gente Senza un'identità Dice che mi ama ma lo so che mente

Si muove a piede libero Vestito come un incubo Vuole tu sia in pericolo Però'ti chiama idolo

Translated as: "But if only he had the possibility, It would follow you to the four corners of the city. Hidden among the people, without an identity. He says he loves me but I know he's lying. He moves freely, dressed like a nightmare. He wants you to be in danger, but he calls you an idol." I'm not entirely sure why these lyrics stand out to me in the way they do, but oh well. I've also been listening to READ YOUR DIARY from the same album.

The Redacted Part of this Ask

-- I absolutely love Hush's introductory video. The sound design and overall ambiguity surrounding his character at that point was so absolutely intriguing on its first release, and I still listen to it regularly.

I never was able to get into Asher, unfortunately. I know that there's probably so much more to his story, but it's just never clicked with me.

I would completely and absolutely love to befriend Huxley. I am a total Plant Slut, and I have (quite frankly) a concerning amount of house plants. Having someone who is not only Chill as Fuck to hang with, but could also help with the plants? That is a friendship that I need.

Book/series/tv show

-- Just solely by the volume of it that I watch, I could probably recall any given episode of Dimension 20. I watch it while crocheting, and so when I'm just chilling and have time on my hands, dice time it goes. I could probably name every insane Nat 20 Ally made in FH:FY and every intimidating Evan Kelmp line in Misfits + Magic.

Various other info (Sleepy time, Enneagram, etc)

-- My go-to way to fall asleep is, unfortunately, staying awake until I physically cannot keep my eyes open any longer. When I do get sleepy, I talk about stationary. It's something I've been into for a long time, and when I simply do not have the filter to not talk about my interests, I unleash everything about pens and notebooks that I know on the poor soul who is near me.

I'm a type 5 on the Enneagram and am currently pursuing a degree in Mathematics. Ideally, I want to go to grad school. I just really, really, fucking love maths. It is the best subject.

Gas Station. I normally do a water, a monster zero ultra, and kettle-cooked salt and vinegar chips.

Other than all of this, I'm just a dude. Just a silly little guy, if you will. Teehee. Have fun!

So this one was both so fun but so hard. You’re so interesting, you’ve got so much going on- a typical Type Five. Not to make you sound like a Manic Pixie Dream Boy but god, James could use you in his life.

By that, I mean Type Five’s are characterized as thoughtful, unique free-thinkers prone to philosophy and complexity. I think James respects and admires these qualities in you in addition to your pursuit of higher education. (I don’t think he knows a ton about math, but I do think he likes to hear you talk about it.) Complementing that, he loves the more unexpected, chaotic parts of you. Like, can you imagine listening to your thoughts and the cognitive dissonance of theorems versus Riz going up a corn monster’s butt? You keep him on his toes in the best way.

Another reason James strikes me as a good match for you is how easy, I think, it’ll be for him to take you with him to ETS. He could listen to Dimension 20 when he misses you, deeply confusing his coworkers who can’t picture him as a DnD guy. Like, I don’t think you would have had time to crochet him a blanket before he left, but maybe he’s got gloves, a scarf, socks, something you made for him that he can touch. Also, can’t you imagine sending him on his work trip with a little plant? The bonding opportunities for James and Anton to take care of their plants and miss their lovers write themselves!

Song:

Gonna soften the blow, soften the blow and give it up/ I saw the surprise, the look in your eyes, I gave it up/ Gonna be who I am, be who I am, and give it up/ I traveled the way/ Wait for me, wait for me/ It's all better now, it's all better now/ Wait for me, wait for me

James strikes me as an indie, alt rock kind of guy, so Kings of Leon would be a good fit for him. I like this song for y’all for that reason and the fact it’s got a sweet, longing kind of feel. Also, “wait for me” when he’s on that business trip a little incel motherfucker made that much longer just hits.

Runner-ups:

Anton is obviously a runner-up; like, he came to mind first. However, James strikes me as more interesting and therefore a better match for someone as interesting as you. Lasko is another runner-up because I think y’all would really share interests and hobbies. If I were doing platonic match-ups, he’d have been at the top of list.

note: thank you for waiting 🧡

Read this post and send me an ask if you’d like a match-up of your own! 💌

#redactedasmr #redactedverse #redacted asmr #redactedaudio #redacted audio #redacted #busybee matches

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abbyromanoff · 2 years ago

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could you write older beefy g!p nat x reader (legal age gap of course) who are in a relationship but they get into a fight where nat says something about readers age and it makes reader insecure and hurts her so she goes on a mission without telling nat and she either gets like injured or kidnapped or something but then she’s okay/gets found and they apologize and make up happy ending that ends with smut if you want or not up to you

Forgive Me?

Pairings: g!p Natasha Romanoff x reader, Maria Hill x reader (flirting)

Summary: Nat made a mistake and you’re trying to prove she’s wrong. Although it goes terribly and reader barely lives, will they be able to forgive Nat after this?

Warnings: Natasha is g!p (she has a penis), angst, arguing, mentions of reader being tortured, smut, unprotected sex, insecurities, age gap (Nat is 34 reader is 21), break ups, angst with happy ending

Word count: 3,866

No one is permitted to copying my work, reblogging it as their own, or stealing it!!

You’ve always been a bit insecure when it comes to dating Nat. People often judge you both on the age gap and you hate to admit that it gets to you. Nat always reassured you that she loved you no matter how old you are but that feeling would still rise, especially seeing the online comments. Many people were jealous and wanted to share their opinions on the relationship as if it mattered. You’d try your best to ignore it but it hurt seeing how many people wanted you guys to fall apart.

It was nearing Christmas time and you were excited, you wanted to decorate and do all the things you dreamed of when you were young. You planned to make a gingerbread house, bake some cookies, and decorate the entire place. When you told Nat your idea she was more than willing to try all of the things you listed, she never got to have that as a kid so she was almost as excited as you are. You just returned home with some of the baking equipment and were headed into the kitchen when you saw Nat there.

“Oh hey Nat! I have all the stuff for the cookies and the gingerbread house so whenever you want to make them is fine.” When you got excited you often spoke in a ramble, it was something you always did. This was one of those times.

“God can you slow down, it’s annoying.” Nat said in an annoyed groan, still not facing you. You felt embarrassed, she never got mad at you for rambling, she said it was cute. So why does she all of the sudden hate it?

“I’m sorry Nat, you know me I guess I’m just excited,” you said in a nervous chuckle, trying to break the awkward aroma. “Well when would you want to build the gingerbread house? Or we could bake the cookies first if you want.” The thrill came back as you thought of all the fun you’d both have together. Making terrible designs on the gingerbread house that ended up falling over, causing a fit of laughs. Baking the cookies and the others trying to steal them, even watching a movie together while snacking on them. Your smile altered at Nat’s next words,

“Can you shut up about those stupid Christmas things! They’re for children, I’m 34 I don’t want to do that shit anymore!” Nat exclaimed as she finally turned to look at you. You were confused, one minute she was happy to try out the idea and the next she’s complaining about it?

“They’re not just for children Nat, I like to do it too.” You muttered, nervous for her reaction. No matter how tough you are Nat still had the control over you, making you often fear her more than one should.

“Exactly my point. You’re basically a fucking child Y/N, you’re 21. You’re barely able to even drink for Christ sakes.” She took a long breath before continuing, “you know maybe all those people were right, maybe you are too young for me.” She whispered but you still heard it.

“Nat, you don’t mean that.” You were hoping she didn’t, you couldn’t live without her.

“Yes I do. I don’t think we should see each other anymore.” Your heart was breaking, it’s as if you could feel it. You stood there with tears in your eyes looking at her with desperation. She showed no emotion like usual.

“Fine if that’s what you want, then consider me gone. I won’t annoy you anymore, and you can be with someone your age, someone more mature. And I guess I should give you this,” you reached into the small bag looking for the item. “Here.” You said as you put the small box in her hand.

“What-what’s this?” She questioned, opening the box to find a small ring.

“It was a promise ring. A promise that no matter what I’ll always love you and that I’ll always care for you. It was supposed to be a Christmas present but that went down the drain” She looked at you with tears filling her eyes, it was the first time in weeks you saw actual emotions from her.

“Y/N-“ “Don’t. I don’t want to hear it. Goodbye Nat, I guess I’ll see you around.” You ignored her calls for you as you went towards your room. Even though you both were dating you had separate rooms, you didn’t go in yours often as you’re always in Nat’s. You sat on your bed letting out all your emotions, crying into your hands as the realization hit you, she’s gone. She broke up with you like you meant nothing to her. The rest of the night was spent crying into your pillow as you were left alone. Whenever you’d cry Nat was always there to hold you, but not this time. This time she wasn’t there at all. The next morning you got ready and went down to Fury. It was hard to get dressed and put on a happy face but you were determined to show Nat what she was truly missing out on. Going to the SHIELDS department you requested to see the older man, insisting it was urgent. The lady let you into his office and you sat down on the chair in-front of him.

“I hear there is urgent news miss Y/L/N but it sure doesn’t look urgent.” He says, sitting back in his chair ready to listen to whatever you had to say. You had a close bond with him, he was like a dad to Nat so he softened up to you over time.

“I would like a mission.” You stated with no hesitation in your voice. He looked at you for a moment until he sighed and looked at a folder.

“The only mission at the moment is one that Ms. Hill is going on. You can join her or wait for another.” You considered your options, going with Maria or having to see Nat longer. You chose the first, knowing you wouldn’t be able to look at Nat after yesterday.

Two hours later you both were getting situated on the quinjet getting ready to leave.

“So, you gonna tell me why you took this mission out of the blue or do I have to assume that you just love me so much.” Maria broke the silence, a sarcastic smile on her face. You scoffed jokingly and answered her question.

“Well me and Nat kind of broke up yesterday. She said I was too young for her and I guess I just can’t stand to look at her right now.” You tried your best to not let your voice crack but it did. Maria picked up on it and let out a sigh, pulling you into her to give you a hug.

“She’s probably just going through some things right now, she most likely didn’t mean it. And hey, if she doesn’t want you I’m always here.” She gave you a wink and you laughed at her actions.

“See I already got you laughing again, point 1 to Maria and 0 to Nat.” Smiling at her in appreciation you went over to the control pad and pressed the auto-fly button. You sat down in a seat next to her and she looked over at you with a little grin marking her face. You blushed and looked away from her gaze. Usually Nat would be pissed if she saw you with Maria knowing how the woman loved to flirt with you, but she wasn’t here right now. You didn’t have to worry about her anymore because as she said, it’s over.

Back at the compound Nat was failing to make breakfast for you. The toast was basically burnt and so was the eggs, the pancake wasn’t even fully cooked but she tried. She was walking to your room with everything in her hands, planning to apologize and explain everything. Her heart shattered when she saw the ring you were going to give her. She didn’t mean to take out her frustration on you but she did and she can’t go back now. Last night she spent staring at your empty side of the bed, a strand left on the pillow from the morning before. She remembers your happy face telling her all about the plans, you only wanted to do it because neither of you got much of a childhood. It broke her to think she took your biggest fear and used it against you, she took out her own insecurities onto you.

Knocking on the door she waited for a response, and then waited some more. Figuring you were asleep she opened the door herself. When seeing the empty bed she looked in the bathroom but it was also empty. Putting the plate of food down she went around the entire compound looking for you. She called Fury asking if he’s seen you only to hear that you went on a mission. She was glad you weren’t alone until Fury said you went with Agent Hill. She cursed and hung up the phone pacing around the room. She pictured the worst that could happen to you, what if you got hurt? What if Maria finally made a move on you knowing you’re single? God she was an idiot, how could she let you go?

Back with you and Maria the two of you were quietly entering a run down building. You both heard small chatter and made a plan, you go behind she goes in front. You snuck around the building without causing any noise while Maria stayed where she was. The both of you were about to move in until you saw someone sneaking behind your teammate. You yelled out to her only to realize your mistake, the guys all heard you and Maria turned around only to be hit with a needle to her neck. You tried everything you could to take them down but it was no use, there was thirteen of them against one of you. They held you down as the same man took a different needle and stuck it in your neck just like he did moments ago with the other.

You awoke only to find yourself locked up in some, cage? It looked like a cell with how large it was but it had the same features as a cage. You heard noises coming from the left of you, looking only to spot Maria in an identical box.

“Look who’s finally awake.” Said one of the buff men. He chuckled with his friends as they all stared at the two of you. You’ve never been stuck in a situation like this where you had no hope of leaving. You noticed your ear piece was missing only to find them messing with it. You could slightly hear voices coming from the communication source until they destroyed it right in front of you.

“Now, shall we have some fun?” The man grabbed you had no choice but to comply. Maria yelled through her gag as she watched you be taken away to be dealt with. She prayed she could get out of this and save you before anything happened. She analyzed the place to find something that could get her out but came up empty handed. She didn’t want to give up but there was no hope, she could already hear your screams from a distance and there was no way out, this was how you would die.

Twenty-two minutes passed and each second your screams got louder and louder. She didn’t want to cry in front of these guys but she couldn’t help it, her friend was most likely going to be dead in the next few minutes. The building slightly shook as everyone looked around to see what caused it, only for a red suit of armor to come flying through the roof. They all pulled out their guns as they started to shoot only to be attacked with a shield from behind. She saw a black suited figure running towards your voice, Nat. Gun shots rang throughout the building as did arms and fists, one by one the bad guys were dealt with. Maria felt someone taking off her gag and handcuffs only to see it was Steve doing so. She was helped onto the quinjet as you were passed out on a chair. When Nat found you she couldn’t take her eyes off of you, not because of your beauty but this time because of what marked your body. Bruises and cuts were left all over and she could only imagine what happened to you. She saw the man fleeing and told the Wanda to go find him, she wanted him to pay for what he did to you. She untied you and carried you bridal style to the quinjet. When everyone was in and safe they took off, she laid you down and immediately went to Maria.

“What the fuck were you thinking? Letting Y/N go on this mission with you and then not even protecting her?” Nat yelled in the agents face, clear pain and regret written on her face. Maria felt terrible about what happened to you but she knew she wasn’t to blame.

“You’re blaming me? All mission I did my best to protect her from anything but she got hurt because she wanted me to live! She was unselfish, something you wouldn’t be able to understand.” Nat was going to speak but she didn’t let her.

“She wanted to go on this mission to get away from you, to prove that she wasn’t just a child. If anything it’s your fault for using their insecurities against them and breaking up with them! And guess what, if they’re dead, it’s on you. Not me, not anyone else but you.” Nat started at her as she spoke, realizing that she was in fact correct. If you died it’s on her, if you died you wouldn’t get to do all the fun stuff that she called childish. No matter how much she hated to cry in front of others she couldn’t stop it, she bursted into tears over your barely breathing body. She whispered apologize into you knowing you wouldn’t hear them. When the quinjet arrived she rushed you to the med bay and Cho immediately went to work, pushing everyone out of the room so she could operate. Nat sat in the waiting room panicking and wondering if you would make it. Hours and hours went by and she was the same, back hunched, leg bouncing, hands near her mouth and a worried face. Over time the others left until it was just her, she replayed everything in her mind. From the fight, to the ring, to the crying, and to now where you were on an operating table and she sat hoping you’d make it. Even if you didn’t forgive her she just wanted you to know how sorry she truly was, she wanted you to know that she didn’t mean it. Dr. Cho came out of the room and Nat stood up at the speed of light,

“Is she going to be okay doc?” Came Nat’s voice. She studied the ladies face for any sign that you may still be alive.

“She’s going to be alright Ms. Romanoff.” Nat let out a sigh of relief before the Doctor continued, “Although she’s lucky she made it, if you arrived any later I don’t think I’d be delivering good news. You may see her whenever but it may take a few hours until she wakes up.” Nat thanked the woman repeatedly and ran into the room seeing you asleep with wire hooked to you. She sat down on the chair next to you and held your hand.

“Im so sorry Y/N, I didn’t mean any of it. I was just mad and angry and I took that out on you when I shouldn’t have. I promise you that once you wake up, we’ll build the best little gingerbread house and bake the most delicious cookies known to man kind. We can even listen to Christmas movies while we decorate the compound. And then we could watch those Christmas movies and go see the tree in the city. I’ll do anything to make this the best Christmas you ever had, I promise you that.” She kissed the back of your hand and enclosed her own with yours, holding your hand as she fell asleep next to you.

When you awoke you looked over to see Nat sleeping soundly against the chair, you could’ve laughed at her snoring. You whispered out her name and she quickly woke up to see you staring back at her. She smiled and gave you a big hug, only stopping when she heard you wince. She spewed out more apologies as you lightly chuckled at her concern. She stood up more straight and prepared to explain everything.

“Look Y/N,-“ she was cut off by your small pained voice,

“I know.” “You know what?” She asked, hoping you possibly heard her last night.

“I know now what you mean, I’m not mature enough. I tried proving myself with the mission but look where I ended up, with you saving me. I mean all those people were right, I’m too young to be dating someone like you, someone with experience. So I’m sorry for going on the mission and I’m sorry for suggesting those holiday things, it was stupid of me.” You ended with a sad smile looking down at your lap. Nat didn’t understand why you were apologizing, it was her fault that you ended up like this.

“Baby, you shouldn’t be apologizing. If anyone should be it’s me, I took out my anger on you that day when I shouldn’t have. All you wanted to do was make this year something to remember and I messed it up. I shouldn’t have used your insecurities against you and I shouldn’t have broken up with you. I was stupid and afraid, afraid because I was falling for you. My whole life I’ve been taught that love is for children but it’s not, you made me realize that it’s not just for children and it scared the hell out of me. When I found out you were captured and being tortured I thought that our last time seeing one another would be when I yelled at you and I didn’t want that to be your last memory of me. I swear that I will do everything I can to make it up to you, if you let me?” She sounded so vulnerable that it made you want to forgive her right on the spot, but you wanted her to work for it. You wanted to see how far she’d really do for you.

“I’m willing to give you another chance but this is the only second chance you’ll receive. If you mess up again I won’t forgive you.” “Of course! I’m not going to let you down this time.” She exclaimed, already thinking of the ways to prove how much she truly loved you.

Weeks went by and all Nat did was show how much she truly cared for you, tending to your wounds, baking together, decorating the compound, going to see the tree in NY, and watching all the Christmas movies you wanted. When Christmas arrived you both were like happy little kids opening up all your presents, Nat even buying you your own promise ring while she still wears the one you got her. Later that evening you both are sat in the bathtub soaking one another in. Nat plays with your finger as you wear the ring she gifted you.

“I love you so much.” It was out of the blue but Nat meant it, she meant every ‘I love you’ that she told you.

“I love you too Nat.” You said with your head rested on her large bicep. She loved flexing her muscles around you knowing how much you admired them. You turned your body around so you straddled her lap and put your head on her neck. You gave light kisses to her body as you ran your hands up and down her muscular form, going from her arms to her abs. You could feel her dick growing hard under you, making you slowly grind against her. The water moved with you as it got close to spilling onto the floor. Continuing with your kisses you sucked on her weak spot causing moans to leave her mouth.

“You like that Nat?” Her answer was a small whimper, you stilled slightly at the noise. She’s always been one to top so it was the first time you ever heard a noise like that come from her. You quickly recovered from your small trance and continued what you were doing moments ago, only this time slightly faster. You rubbed your core all up against her eight inch cock feeling it throb against you. Your mouth connected with hers, swallowing both of you guys’ moans. Her tongue licked at your lips asking for entrance, opening your mouth you let her explore. She held your face with one hand as the other went to your ass pushing you back and forth, causing you to grind faster. You both left each others mouths as the need for air hit, you pulled yourself off of her only to line her up with your entrance. Nat threw her head back as your warm walls enclosed around her tip while you let out a groan. You slowly lowered yourself to take more of her until you were at the base. Both of you put your heads together as you started to ride her, going at a moderate pace to get used to her size. No matter how many time you guys have had sex it still surprised you with how big she really was. Water splashed onto the ground as you sped up, trying to feel as much pleasure as possible.

“Fuck, feel so good around me. Wanna be in you forever, wanna feel your tight walls wrap around me forever.” Her words only turned you on more, feeling your release approaching you tried to warn Nat but failed. She used one hand to rub your clit and her mouth to suck on your nipples. Everything was just too much, without warning you came around her cock. It triggered Nat into her own orgasm as spurts of cum filled you up. After a few moments your moans calmed down and you both sat there in a comfortable silence. Nat wrapped her large arms around you, engulfing you into a hug as she rested her head on the tops of yours. Neither of you wanted to let go, wanting to stay in one another’s embrace forever. But sadly you couldn’t stay in the bath forever, Nat picked you both up and dried you off. You both wore matching pajamas and cuddled as you drifted off to sleep. Even if you two had your ups and downs you were always able to find one another again.

#natasha x fem!reader #natasha x reader #natasha romanoff x fem!reader #natasha fluff #natasha romanoff angst #natasha romanoff smut #natasha smut #natasha romanoff fluff

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bellaramseysgf · 2 years ago

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Hide n seek (Stucky)

warning(s); DDLG relationship,polyamory,sweetheart Tony<3

Pairing(s); Daddy! Steve Rogers X little! Fem! Reader X Daddy! Bucky Barnes!

Summary; it was a request and I accidentally deleted it. Hide n seek with the avengers and maybe she hides with one of them and they fall asleep together, they can’t find you and start to panic but then they do and it’s just fluff- if I Remember it correctly:D

A/n; Tony immediately came to Mind with this request, Steve and Bucky are her daddies though, now I’ll take a few days and post regular scheduled fanfics and then have another day of just requests <3

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When Steve an Bucky first took you and introduced you everyone was very kind to you, of course some people had to warm up to you. One of those people being Tony,he wasn’t the best with kids to begin with but he tried to be considerate around you. He’d bring you new toys or have special coloring books set aside for you, he didn’t know it but he was probably your favorite.

“One..” you smiled when daddy began counting “come with me” Tony whispered before lifting you up, he quickly walked down the hallway and into a empty room. “Hey, Jarvis close off this room, only with permission can they enter.” “On it boss” Jarvis replied. “Isn’t that cheating?” You asked and Tony chuckled “well they shouldn’t have done it inside my technology based compound.” You giggled.

Tony quickly grabbed some of the cushions from the couch in there and laid them out on the ground “Cmon, now we wait” he patted the seat next to him and you plopped down. “I like this place” you said and Tony smiled “oh yeah?” You nodded “it’s very pretty, and the robots are nice” Tony chuckled “yeah they are” you sighed and laid onto his chest.

Tony stiffened, you’d never been this close with him before, he didn’t really know how to react. “Why do you wear so many shirts?” You asked and Tony tilted his head to look at you. “Oh well, my heart isn’t exactly like other peoples I can get cold really easily” he explains and you snuggle closer “I’ll keep you warm!!” You said wrapping yourself around him. Tony couldn’t fight the smile that appeared.

“Yeah, thank you Sweets” you smiled at him before yawning. “Here” Tony lifted the paci you had clipped to your shirt and you opened your mouth for him to sit it inside. You sucked against the silicone rubbing at your eyes. “It’s okay close your eyes sweets” you nodded and closed your eyes drifting to sleep.

Tony checked his watching seeing it was after 3 no wonder you were sleepy, nap time. Tony wanted to kick himself for not realizing sooner it was so close to your nap time. “Jarvis can you keep this rooms air off please?” “Yes sir” Jarvis replied. Soon though Tony found himself falling asleep, you were snuggled so close and you were so warm.

Meanwhile Bucky had found everyone, except you and Tony, everyone was helping him look but you were no where to be found. “It’s after 3 you don’t think she’s fell asleep somewhere do you?” Steve shook his head “she can’t sleep without Mr hops so I doubt it” Bucky sighed. “But she never lasts this long, she hears us and comes out” he explained. “We’ll find her Buck don’t worry” Sam assured him as they continued to look.

It had been a hour now, it was no longer a game each of them ran through the compound calling out your name to no response. “Jarvis, where’s Tony?” Nat asked “he’s in study room 1” nat booked it down the hall and went to enter but the door was locked. “Jarvis, open the door” “No can do, permission needed to access.” By now steve was next to her. “What? Permission- why do we need that?” Steve asked and nat laughed “because it’s Tony, he’s playing dirty.”

It took only a matter of minutes for the rest of the team to be knocking on the door no response. “Shit- wait” Steve stood back “Jarvis emergency, code pink unlock all doors” Jarvis beeped and the door unlocked.

Code pink was a code Tony designed for you incase you ever got locked into a room and couldn’t get out.

“Oh my god” Wanda fawned and it didn’t take long to see why, you were curled up next to Tony you both snoozing soundly. “No wonder there was no response.” Clint said and Bucky and Steve smiled. “At least she’s safe” Bucky sighed “Yeah, and she’s napping” Steve added.

Tony grunted blinking sleep from his eyes as he woke, seeing the team standing around you two staring. “What’s your problem?” Tony asked. “Nothing! It’s just cute” pepper defended and Bucky nodded. “Yeah, you must be pretty special for her to not need her stuffie to sleep” Tony shrugged “it’s no big deal.”

Oh it so was, it totally was for him. To know he was special to you. That he mattered to you. That you trusted him like that.

Bucky carefully lifted you up and carried you back into the living room laying you on the couch, pillow under your head and and blanket draped over you.

#fem reader #stucky x little!reader #stucky fluff #steve rogers x bucky barnes #steve rogers x you #steve rogers fluff #steve rogers x little!reader #steve rogers #bucky barnes x steve rogers #bucky barnes x little!reader #bucky barns x reader #bucky barnes fluff #bucky barnes

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captains-simp · 3 years ago

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Hi bestieeee, congratulations on 1K!!! I have a request for you!! Mommy!Nat or Dark!Nat blackmailing R into sex or else R would be fired?? Thank you

I wonder who this request is from?🤔

2.8k words

Warnings: dub-con (bordering on non-con), coercion, blackmail, unhealthy power dynamic, oral sex (giving), praise, strap on sex and cum filled strap on

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You knew Natasha was coming before you saw her; before you even heard the chilling sound of her heels against the polished floors of the 46th level. You knew because you saw it in your coworkers eyes. You saw the way they cowered behind their desks and averted their eyes or made a swift exit from the area entirely. You knew because that was just how it worked at Romanoff Industries.

You were lucky enough to have your own office. Well, that should have made you lucky in avoiding Natasha's piercing gaze but it did not. Most of the time she stalked down the area outside your office she came straight to you and even if it wasn't her destination she would be sure to look in as she went by.

That was one of your less fortunate days, she was coming to see you and it wasn't to deliver a compliment about your hard work. Your boss let herself into your office without knocking and strolled over to your desk, her hips swaying in the mesmerising way they always did in those incredibly tight skirts.

"What happened to that report that was meant to be sent to me hours ago?" She demanded as she stood in front of your desk.

"Apparently someone picked up on some faults of the latest design so we can't do anything right now." You tried to explain but Natasha never did like excuses. "I don't know when it will be fixed." You continued.

"And you didn't think to tell me this?" Natasha glared.

"I thought someone would have told you." You were right, a lot of someone's had told the redhead, but apparently she needed to hear it from you too. "It's not my job to." You couldn't help but add. You knew Natasha hated when people pointed out things she didn't want to hear, more so when they did so confidently. You were one of the few who managed it, maybe that was why Natasha seemed to have it out for you. It was just a compulsion to you, to one up your boss. Even if it rarely succeeded.

You had always had mixed feelings about Natasha. Sometimes you thought when she went home at night she venturer into some cave that led to the pits of hell where she returned to her rightful throne. Other times that tough and stubborn show she put on was nothing short of admirable. There was no doubt it was what got her her success and therefore gave you a job. It was just hard to deal with when it was aimed at you individually, or what you could argue felt like personally.

"Don't give me that." She snapped. You were aware of all the eyes of your coworkers looking in on the pair of you and hanging on every word that was exchanged.

"You know full fucking well if something you're doing is going to be delayed you tell me." She was leaning both hands on your desk and leaning over to get closer to you. With such a short distance between you you had no choice but to stare back into her forest green eyes, like hell you were going to look away and back down.

"You can write that fucking report anyway. I want it on my desk today." Today? There was no way you could get that done in office hours, you would have to be working long past when you were meant to usually go home. "And when the design has been fixed you can write another one on it." She was testing you, willing you to say something you would regret. You weren't going to fall into her trap.

"Okay." You said, holding her gaze.

She didn't say anything else. Natasha stood there for another few seconds to watch you, waiting for something, anything. Then she stood back up straight and headed towards the door that she slammed closed behind her and marched back to her own luxury office.

That could have been an email.

It was approaching midnight when you finished the report. You were about to email it to Natasha when you remembered she wanted it in paper form so you begrudgingly sent it off to the printer.

It was a waste of paper you thought as you trudged over to the elevator that quickly arrived as there was no one else in the building. You figured Natasha just wanted to be that extra bit difficult. Well, you knew that was what she was trying to do.

You had worked with Natasha for longer than most, you knew her. Or rather, you knew the front she painted. You knew what annoyed her, what she wanted, what she thought of certain people and you could predict how she would conduct business down to the exact price tag of a product. But you didn't know her personally, sometimes you wondered if there was anyone who did.

You knocked on your bosses door and waited until she called for you to come in. You planned to simply walk in, put the paper on her desk and walk out to go home but once you were several steps past the door Natasha called for you to close it.

She didn't look up at you as you trudged across the ridiculously big office and put the papers down. It was only when you turned around that she spoke again.

"Stay." Was all said. You bite back a comment about not being a dog.

You turned back around and expected some speech and your attitude earlier but continued making notes on a design plan like you weren't even in the room. A few minutes of you fidgeting on your feet and looking around the office for anything interesting, Natasha picked up your report and leaned back in her chair to read it. She showed no signs that you had done a good or bad job with the report.

Finally, she put the paper down on her desk and went back to the plans. "Close the door behind you." Was all she said. You clenched your jaw and rolled your eyes once turned around to finally leave and go home.

"Don't roll your eyes at me, y/n."

Turns out it wasn't as simple as writing two reports. Design after design failed. First there was a slight issue with the batteries, then the shape, then it somehow became a liability. You mentioned all these faults in your reports, as you legally had to, but it became tedious very quickly. You always hated paperwork. It was meant to be such a small part of your job. You could only hope the sudden increase was temporary, especially as it wasn't exactly one of your strengths.

You continued to work over time and met Natasha late at night, always having to wait until she finished reading till you could leave. You thought you had to be doing at least a good job with them for your boss to never say anything, because she was always ready to point out small errors. That was until one particular night.

"These reports are getting worse." Natasha scolded. The comment made your blood boil. They were certainly not getting worse, maybe the designs were but you knew it was no fault of yours.

"The designs don't work." You fired back and crossed your arms. You had been worked tirelessly on those reports and they only stated the facts.

"Do you even care about your job, y/n?" Natasha asked seriously, angering you more.

"I've sacrificed more than I ever thought I could for a job for this company."

"You're on thin fucking ice, l/n. With the way things are going I'd be in a right mind to fire you." ...what the fuck?!

"What?" It came out as more of a whisper. After everything that you had done for the company and the years you had spent there, Natasha wouldn't really fire you, would she?

"Unless you're willing to make up for it all." She said seriously with something unmistakably dark in her tone.

"I don't more extra hours than anyone here." You said, not knowing what else she could mean.

"Not more than me, something takes quite the toll. I can hardly fit the time in to distress anymore. That's where you come in." Natasha explained as she stood up from her chair and sauntered around to the other side of the desk, the sound of her heels clicking echoing around the room.

There was a long moment of silence when Natasha left barely any space between you. You searched her eyes for any hint of what she was referring to but inevitably found nothing. Until she suddenly pushed you down onto your knees in front of her.

"Show me what other skills you have and maybe I'll consider letting you stay." She smirked down at you and ran the back of her hand across your cheek before cupping your jaw. "Entirely your call."

"Natasha this is crazy." You tried to reason but it was hard to ignore the faint throbbing you felt from being on your knees for her. "I could tell someone." For the first time ever, you heard her laugh. She threw her head back in a mocking laugh that soon turned into taunting chuckles.

"Y/n, who would believe you over me? You can be my guest and try but you'll never have another job in this city again, maybe further if I feel like it." She shrugged. You gulped and felt your breathing shake. Fuck.

Natasha, apparently impatient, hiked up her skirt and leant back against her desk to look at you expectantly. Your mouth suddenly went dry when you caught sight of her bare pussy, having not had any underwear on. You wondered if she often sat around like that. If she sauntered around the building and into your office where you could easily let your fingers wander up her skirt. Did she always leave them off for you?

"If you want to keep your job I suggest you get to work." She spoke. You tentatively moved forward and gripped onto her thighs for support, still looking up at her for any signs of a tell.

She was positively soaked. You could see her clenching in anticipation, the sight and musky smell entirely inviting. So you licked a long strip of the redhead's folds and moaned at the sweet taste of her. Sweetness was hardly what you expected given the tough and cold exterior of your boss, you hadn't expected it to be so instantly addictive either.

You pushed your tongue further inside the redhead who gave a breathy moan in response. At that, your mind was made. You sucked harshly on Natasha's clit and felt it pulse rapidly between your lips before returning your tongue to where she needed it most.

"Look at how much you're enjoying this." Natasha smirked as she looked down at the beyond contented glint in your eyes. "So good at pleasing you like mommy."

You worked your tongue tirelessly inside her, spurred on by the blissful sounds that fell from the redhead's mouth with every flick and curl of your muscle. You were lost in the incomparable taste of her and hoped it would be something that lingered on your tongue for a while. You were in awe of the way her mouth hung open in a silent scream as her eyes clenched shut every time your tongue brushed against some beautiful nerve ending. The sounds she made when you did so rivalled the faux sweetness of a siren's song. You knew the dangers of being lulled too far but you wanted to explore it entirely, convinced there was some hidden beauty that no one else could see.

"Fuck, so good." Your grip on Natasha's thigh tightened when her hold on the back of your neck did. She started to buck her hips against your mouth and her breathing patterns became more irregular. Your boss seemed lost in the pleasure she was experiencing from you as her eyes shut firmly and her movements became more erratic. But even then she held onto her power over you.

"I want you to swallow every last fucking drop." She ordered and gasped when your nose bumped against her clit. You picked up the pace of your tongue, making sure to swipe it against all the spots you had learnt made her shudder.

Her nails were practically digging into your neck when she reached her high. Her breath got caught in her throat before she gave the most animalistic moan you had ever heard. She furiously bucked her hips against your face as she rode out her high and relished in every wave of pleasure.

She recovered impressively quickly and was still raring to go, apparently having more plans for the night. She smiled down at you with a glint of the devil in her eye as she stood back and turned around to retrieve something from her desk, telling you to sit on her chair.

You were anticipating Natasha to return the favour, especially given how much she clearly enjoyed what you had to offer. Instead, she slipped a harness through your legs and pulled it up to your waist where she fastened it to sit securely. It was only when she moved away that you saw the size of the red toy, standing proudly and daringly. You wouldn't be surprised if your boss couldn't make it fit, yet again about to see that you really didn't know her. She was unpredictable and nothing short of it.

Natasha straddled your legs until her knees hit the backrest of her chair and her cunt was lined up with the toy. You went to hold her waist to guide her but your boss grabbed your wrists harshly and pinned them to the chair either side of you with a warning look.

She lowered herself onto the toy and groaned when the head of the toy alone started to stretch her. She kept her strong grip on your wrists as she looked more of the strap and you could only watch on in awe as the fake cock disappeared inside her.

Natasha moaned loudly and paused half way to adjust herself and breathe heavily before slamming herself down on the rest of the toy. "God." She grunted. "Mommy feels so full."

"Let me help you mommy." You tried but she shook her head.

"You don't get to touch right now." Was all she said before she lifted herself partly off the toy and slammed back down drawing another beautiful moan.

Your boss continued this for a while until she found herself in a rhythm that pleasured her deeply. You could see her juices smeering the toy everytime she withdrew and the sight alone made you groan, you already wanted to taste her again.

She rode you with vigor as her pace increased as did her grip on you. Profanities spilled from her mouth like a song that you wanted to join in with but you were too fixated on the sight infront of you. Natasha's bra clearly wasn't all that supportive because her breasts bounced with each thrust downwards and you wished more than anything that you could reach out and take her top and bra off to cup them, even tweak her nipples between your fingers to see her squeal.

"Gonna cum- fuck! Mommy's gonna cum on your cock and you're going to fill me up more." She said between moans and gasps. You didn't really understand what she meant by fill her up more but you weren't going to object, not when you wanted to see her cum again so badly.

She suddenly let your right hand go and grabbed on to the back of the harness. You were confused until you felt something click and Natasha was moaning louder than she had all night. "Your cum feels so good in me." She all but screamed before jerking her hips wildly and cumming around the toy.

She fell forwards slightly and grinded against the toy to ride out her high desperately. You gripped her hips with your free hand and moaned when you saw some of the cum leaking out of Natasha's pussy.

With a groan, you pulled your other hand out of the redhead's grasp and lifted her up and down onto her desk where she looked up at you with blissful eyes. "Don't go thinking you have any control." Natasha sneered but gasped when you withdrew the strap and snapped your hips forwards again.

"We'll see."

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little situation | part 34.

Summary: For years, HYDRA had been trying to use the samples of Steve’s DNA to make another super-soldier. They finally succeed and when S.H.I.E.L.D. breaks her out, Cap is forced to come face to face with his kid and figure out parenting on an Avengers’ lifestyle.

Warnings: maybe potential childhood trauma but nothing really,

Pairing: Steve Rogers x blackdaughter!reader, avengers x child!reader, peter parker x black!reader

Word Count: 3.4k

Previous Part | (Series Masterlist)

“Sarah, sweetheart, don’t push yourself too hard.”

“Says the man who’s been throwing the shield for two hours straight.”

“Alright,” Sam conceded. “How about we both take a break?”

You nodded. You and Sam left the newest area of the training room designed for you. It looked like nothing more than a long hallway. The purpose was so Sam could learn how to throw the shield and really use it as an extension of his body the way Steve used to. You were trying to figure out all you could do with the Space Stone. Everyone insisted it wasn’t that necessary but you were determined. The unspoken reason was in case something like Thanos ever happened again, you felt that you should be in the best condition possible to help fight.

You also thought it was smart to prepare in case Wanda ever showed her face again. After Pietro’s funeral, without Vision or her brother, Wanda sort of disappeared. Steve was doing his best to look for her but Wanda’s magic was terribly advanced. It was easy for her to just vanish. Every night, you looked at the letter she left you. Wanda felt sad for leaving you but she needed time alone and time to cope.

You understood her and when you guys found her, there was nothing that you would hold against her. The hardest part— the part Steve hated— was having to work together with some organization called S.W.O.R.D. If he knew that all of this was involved with running SHIELD, he wouldn’t have let Nick retire. But Steve was enjoying his desk job because it meant he got to be the best almost-stay-at-home dad ever.

Sam turned off the training room lights since no one else was there and you guys went back to the apartment. Steve was sitting at the dining room table instead of his office, going over the mid-mission progress report that he had received from Bucky’s mission and a few lower level missions. He looked up when he heard the door close.

“Oh, look, it’s my two favorite superheroes.”

Both you and Sam rolled your eyes in jest at his comment. Walking over, Sam gave Steve a kiss and you gave him a hug. You pulled the mission report off of the table before Steve could grab it from you.

“You’re always touching everything, get off the table. What about the report is even interesting to you?” he asked.

“Nothing, Dheaidí, I just want to look at it,” you said, not jumping down from the table. “Question.”

“Answer,” Steve and Sam responded.

“If Peter and I wanted to go on a nighttime date outside the compound some time next week… without a chaperone, what would you say?”

“Where? Itinerary?” Steve set down his papers.

“So, that’s a yes?”

“That’s a we’ll see depending on your next answer.”

“Dinner at the diner by school and the Rocky Horror Picture Show.”

“They still do that show?” Sam asked.

“Yeah, every Friday.”

Sam and Steve looked at each other and shrugged.

“I don’t see why not. I’m assuming you want Happy to bring you guys back.”

“No, we want to stay out and book a hotel room instead… kidding! Kidding, we’re just going to get Insomnia Cookies after the show. Can Happy drop us off?”

Steve and Sam agreed and you finally jumped down from the table, handing Steve back the page of his report. They watched you skip to your room telling FRIDAY to call Peter so you could tell him how your parents agreed. Steve’s hand instinctively reached for Sam. It had been a couple weeks since everyone had come back and in that time, he had become very touchy feely. Especially when it came to you, Sam, Bucky, or Nat. Steve still felt like you all might disappear.

If anyone were to walk past your room, it would once again look empty. You had a tendency to forget to charge your hearing aids and didn’t want to risk them turning off at Rocky Horror. So while they were charging, you were sitting in your bathtub on FaceTime with Peter in order to sign with him. He didn’t know a few words every now and then, but for the most part he had come really far in his learning. Your family always teased that you and Peter were sickly sweet with puppy love.

The events of the rest of the night would prove them correct. Instead of getting off FaceTime, you and Peter turned the cameras around to shower and change into pajamas before turning them back and finishing your nightly routines. You walked into the bedroom, grabbing a fully charged hearing aid and popping it in. The room was dimly lit with only the lamp on your nightstand as you buried yourself under blankets and turned on your side to keep talking to Peter. He looked away while he was telling you a story and when his attention was back on the screen he saw your eyes were closed.

“Goodnight, Sarah. I love you,” Peter whispered, taking a picture and hanging up.

“Sarah, are you going to go on the grade trip this summer?” MJ asked as she approached your locker.

“The Europe one? No, I don’t think so. I think my dads want Wanda home first before everyone starts traveling around the globe. Besides, the trip is the same time we’re supposed to be going to New Asgard.”

“New Asgard?”

“Yeah, the Tesseract. Space Stone stuff and my powers.” You closed your locker and the two of you started walking to the cafeteria.

“Sounds fun, I’ll miss you on the trip.”

“Take plenty of pictures for me.”

“Of course. Oh.” MJ pulled out her phone. “Did you see this the other day?”

“What am I looking a— did that dude just slice a bus in half? Where is this?”

“San Francisco. They’re calling him Razor Fist.”

“Well, I can see why. I wonder who that guy is?” You pointed to the Asian dude that was fighting this so called Razor Fist.

“He’s not an Avenger?”

“Scott’s not even an Avenger, we’re a very close team. But, no, I’ve never seen him at SHIELD before. Hey, can you send me that? Dheaidí’s gonna want to see this.”

“Yeah, no problem.”

You two sat down across from Ned and Peter. Peter felt like he was going to shrink under your gaze. He was positive you didn’t blink once as you observed him. He was about to ask if something was on his face or if he did something wrong when he saw you move your left hand from where it was resting under your chin.

Peter watched your pointer finger, pinky, and thumb unfurl from your fist. The sign for I love you. You wouldn’t look at him as you signed it. Your chin was now resting on your right hand and you looked at everyone around the cafeteria, observing new faces from those that weren’t blipped and now were in your grade.

“I heard you the other night,” you whispered.

Peter’s face turned red. He meant the confession with his whole heart but that didn’t mean he was necessarily ready for you to hear it. You didn’t say anything else as you put your hand down. Peter didn’t even have the chance to feel awkward about it as you distracted him by taking the comic book out of his hand to read it.

“No! Peter Parker, did you buy your own comic?” You whisper-yelled so no one else would hear.

“Hey! It’s my first merch. It’s called The Amazing Spider-man. That’s kind of sick, isn’t it? They gave me a whole series after I got snapped and I missed so many volumes. You might be used to it but I’m not, and turn to page eight,” Peter said as you flipped. “I got this issue ‘cause Ned told me.”

“It gets boring after a while, unless you’re Uncle Tony… or Uncle Bruce.”

You did as he said to see your hero moniker, Gemstone, waiting on the balcony of an apartment that looked nothing like May’s place but a lot like Steve’s old Brooklyn one. The next panel was Spider-man hanging upside down, mask halfway off, as you held his face while you kissed him.

“They ship our heroes,” Peter said with a smile.

“Congrats, your relationship has been validated,” MJ joked.

Ned pointed to the comic that now laid flat on the table. “Have you two ever tried that?”

This time it was your turn to feel heat rise to your cheeks, blessing the heavens that only the red on Peter’s face would be noticed by anyone. Peter grabbed the book and shoved it back in his backpack while you sputtered through a ‘no’ and gulped down your water.

Having classes with Ned and MJ for the rest of the day meant you and Peter were incessantly teased until school was over. You weren’t sure why it was so awkward for both of you, probably just the abruptness of Ned’s question. You two had never tried kissing with Peter upside down but the question alone made you very awkward.

“Dad just got back from the Flag Smashers mission and said you’re sleeping on the couch again if you don’t come upstairs with me,” you said as you entered Steve’s office.

Steve figured it must’ve been late if you were already back from your date with Peter. He should’ve been upstairs but he wanted to finish checking all the files he had been sent. The video you sent him from San Francisco had to be investigated and then so did the update on Wanda and so did trying to convince Sam to take the shield after he found out that his husband donated it to the Smithsonian and decided to stay the Falcon.

Nick conveniently forgot to mention that Steve wouldn’t be doing just mission reports from agents but paperwork from the different boards in the UN that the S.H.I.E.L.D. branch worked with. He wasn’t as bad as Tony when it came to staying late but Sam chewed his ear about as much as Pepper did Tony. So Steve was glad Sam sent you to retrieve him instead.

“Alright, alright. I’m coming, just let me finish this.”

“What is it?”

“Stephen and Wong want to take on that video you sent me. I don’t know, wizard stuff. If it makes my life easier, I don’t really care. Are those chocolate chip cookies?”

He pointed to the box in your hand. You looked through them.

“This one is. Here.”

You plopped down on the edge of his desk, handing him one of the Insomnia Cookies. Steve looked down at your shirt. He had to restrain himself from making a hum of disapproval at the giant Spider-man mask on the front of the shirt. You didn’t own anything Winter Soldier or Falcon or Captain America, from when it was him or Sam.

He recalled seeing only four Avengers merch in your closet. An Iron-Man onesie that Tony thought was hilarious, the Black Widow sweatpants Nat requested you wear after seeing Tony’s merch, and the large t-shirt you pulled out when you were missing Clint and Pietro because memorial shirts were made for them.

Not once did you ever request their clothes though. Steve thought, yeah it was a little petty to be jealous of his daughter’s boyfriend but you were his family first. Was it too hard to get a shirt? They all got your merch and each other’s— Sam’s favorite thing odd enough were the Winter Soldier sweatpants. Steve took the cookie and ignored the shirt.

“How was your date?”

“It was nice. Rocky Horror’s weird.”

“Weird good or weird bad?”

“Just weird… Is Wanda coming home yet?”

Steve shook his head.

“She says she still needs time to understand her magic before coming back. She doesn’t want to hurt anyone else so I don’t think we’ll be seeing her for a little while, Babydoll. But you can probably visit her soon, I don’t think she’ll mind. She might like the company, actually. You convince your dad to take the shield back?”

It was your turn to shake your head. “He keeps saying that it feels like it belongs to someone else. You kind of have hard shoes to fill, Dheaidí.”

Steve sighed. The shield was Sam’s and he believed that with his entire heart but convincing his own husband seemed to be a different challenge. Life after the Blip was slowly putting itself together but falling apart all at the same time:

Wanda was found but still missing in a sense, there was a potential new hero, Tony and him were no longer heroes but retired, Sam wouldn’t take the shield, his sister-in-law wouldn’t take Avengers’ money to fix the Wilson family boat, Bucky’s nightmares returned after the Blip and weren’t getting better, Bucky hated the therapy that Steve had put him in, his daughter had a boyfriend and was getting closer and closer to becoming an actual adult.

Out of all the things, you no longer being his little girl was definitely the worst part of it. Steve clicked out of all his files, turning the computer off.

“You don’t worry about any of that though. Just focus on school and your space stone thing.”

“And Peter. We have another date on Saturday. Uncle Jamie said he’d be a chaperone.”

Steve deadpanned. “How could I forget? Don’t forget, Morgan’s birthday is this weekend. You can’t miss your cousin’s party for a date.”

“Peter’s invited too.”

Your father sighed. “Of course he is.”

“I mean he’s practically family— Uncle Tony’s! Not ours, that would be weird considering we make out, I mean we just kiss. Promise nothing…”

Steve held up a hand. “I don’t want to know. How about we go to bed and act like this part of our conversation never happened?”

“Sounds great. Want another cookie?”

“Absolutely.”

You and Steve awkwardly munched on cookies and made your way back to your floor in the compound. Moments like this was when everyone said the resemblance between you and Steve was uncanny, aside from the blond hair. You two had the same awkwardness and lack of good communication without stumbling over your words. The goodnights were short and curt as you both went to your own rooms.

As Bucky brought you and Peter to Morgan’s party, Steve gave a small smile before heading into the kitchen under the guise of looking for some more drinks. Tony laughed as you practically held Peter down while Morgan gave him a princess makeover. He looked around to see if anyone was getting footage when he noticed that one particular supersoldier was missing.

“Cap?” Tony called as he snuck into the house. “Ca— Steve, are you good?”

“Yeah, yeah,” he said in an unconvincing tone.

Tony walked over, deciding not to say anything about noticing Steve wipe away tears. He looked at what the other man was looking at. The picture of you, Tony, and Peter playing chess in the lab. Steve sighed.

“Sorry, Tony. This is your little girl’s day, I don’t mean to ruin it.”

Tony opened the fridge to look for another soda, handing one to Steve before cracking open one for himself. He leaned against the kitchen sink. Both of them took long swigs of their drinks. Tony shook his head.

“You’re not ruining anything. It’s hard isn’t it, seeing Sarah grow up?”

“Yeah. Even harder when I missed most of it. She should’ve had some dumb princess party like this when she was younger and she had a HYDRA cell instead.”

“You can’t blame yourself for that, Steve, you weren’t even thawed out.”

“But I can blame myself for letting her get taken and the Blip. And it’s my fault she’s here in the first place. That kid and her mom would have had a chance if I wasn’t her dad… You know, I went to see her mom. When I was returning the stones. I just couldn’t help myself. She was a bright woman, looked so full of life.”

“Stev—”

“I didn’t talk to her,” he cut Tony off. “I just stared like a creep. Babydoll looks like an exact mix of both of us.”

“Steve,” Tony said more firmly. “You’ve got to stop blaming yourself for the kid’s past. You were in ice, you didn’t know, and you stepped up to the plate the moment you found out. The only person regretting missing Sarah’s younger years is you. She might be getting older but she doesn’t stop seeing herself as your little girl.”

As if someone called you, you came walking in. “Dheaidí! Cass and AJ are here, so is Aunty Sarah. Are you done with your soda?”

Steve stuck it out for you to finish. “My favorite Sarah’s here?”

“I thought I was your favorite Sarah.”

Steve pulled you in for a hug, swaying the two of you back and forth. “You’re always my favorite Sarah, Babydoll.”

“Guess what?”

“What?”

“Uncle Jamie won’t stop staring at her like a creep. I thought you said he was a ladies’ man in the 40s?”

“Give Buck a break, it’s been a while.”

“So if he marries Aunty Sarah then he’s legally a part of the family now, right?”

“Are you trying to play matchmaker? Stay out of adult business.”

“I’m almost an ad—”

“Nope, don’t want to hear it. Forever my little girl.”

“I know,” you said, making Tony give Steve a shove because he was right. “But I’m not twelve anymore. Boys don’t have cooties and I definitely know what flirting looks like. Uncle Jamie likes Aunty Sarah, she’s totally into him, and I think you should help him change her name from Wilson to Barnes.”

“G.I.”

“Yes, Uncle Tony?”

“How many rom-coms have you and the Spiderling been watching?”

“Like all of them.”

“Explains so much,” Tony muttered into his soda.

The entire party moved from outside to inside as Morgan’s elementary school friends left and only the Avengers and family were left. Pepper had ushered everyone into the cabin house where the party was being held instead of at the compound. Ever the manager and businesswoman, she had an alarm set on her phone about the new Captain America exhibit at the Smithsonian.

The government had actually wanted Steve there but he insisted that his niece’s birthday party was a more important event— not everyday did someone turn six. You all gathered on the couches as Pepper turned on the television. Steve, Sam, and Bucky all rolled their eyes at seeing you cuddled up to Peter who got most of the princess makeup off minus the unicorn tattoo on his cheek. Your actual cousins, Cass and AJ, started making kissy noises while Tony shielded his own daughter’s eyes and told Morgan that she couldn’t date until she was your age and shouldn’t even think about it.

While you enjoyed being the oldest Avenger baby, you suddenly remembered how much younger cousins could be so annoying. Clint’s kids weren’t helping as they joined in. Cooper, the closest in age to you, was the only mature one about it. You didn’t mind if he had wanted to join in on the teasing. Losing Clint was hard on you but he was only just your uncle. He was their dad.

They had slowly been getting better, coming round the compound more with Aunt Laura. So if making fun of your relationship helped them feel better then you would gladly let them. Cass and AJ were a different story, however. You grabbed the pillow from behind you and chucked it at the two boys. Sarah grabbed their phones when she saw them pull them out.

“Nope, no. Your cousin’s relationship is not for you to gain more followers. I thought I told you no Instagram anyway.”

“It’s not for Insta, Mom,” AJ whined. “All the girls at school think Sarah and Peter are relationship goals.”

“And Evan,” Cass chimed in.

“Yeah and Evan. They pay us for exclusives you can’t get on Insta or paparazzi stuff. It’s for vision boards, manifesting stuff. Makes a fortune.”

“How much?” You asked before their mom could scold them.

“A buck fifty per picture, adds up with all the kids paying.”

“You should be charging at least two fifty,” Peter commented.

You nodded. “I was going to say that.”

“Sarah,” your aunt started. “Don’t encourage them.”

You set your head back on Peter’s chest as the tv program started. Did you two pose a little bit for Cass and AJ to get a good picture? Maybe. If a bunch of preteen girls paid your cousins to make you and Peter their little vision board avatars, you weren’t going to stop their hustle. It didn’t affect you two at all. You might actually pay one of those girls for a physical vision board as an anniversary gift.

The mood in the house was a lot calmer with just family. You all passed around leftover snacks, drinks, and cake as the Smithsonian did a live in-depth look at some of the new additions to the exhibit. The US Secretary stood next to the Smithsonian director— the glass case holding Steve’s shield off to the side of them. Cooper sat up straight.

“I can’t believe you gave up the shield, Uncle Sam.”

Your dad just shook his head. “It felt right. I enjoy being Falcon anyway.”

“You think they’ll let us borrow it if we ask?”

Steve and Sam turned to you. “Why do you need it?”

“No reason.”

Sam pursed his lips. “We’ll revisit this conversation later.”

“My answer will still be no reason.”

“See that. That right there, kid, is how I know you’re up to something.”

“And now for the moment everyone has probably tuned in for,” The US Secretary said, drawing everyone’s focus again. “What about the legacy of the shield? Well, Captain Rogers provided a few words for us.”

You all listened to the speech that Steve had pre-recorded, complimenting him for the nice words. The secretary stopped the clip.

“Wise words from our beloved captain. While his legacy lives in this shield and the person behind it can never be replaced, we hope the American people and the world find it in their hearts to make room for the symbol that is Captain America to live on. Help us give a warm welcome to the new man we have picked to help carry Captain Rogers’ burden of being a symbol and hope. A man who embodies the greatest of America’s values. Welcome your new Captain America, Captain John Walker.”

Your jaws all dropped. You immediately turned your head to look at Steve and Sam, both men frozen. As the program ended, each of you slowly recovered. Natasha shook her head.

“They can’t do that, can they? That shield is Steve’s, it’s Sam’s too if anything.”

“Doesn’t matter if they can,” Bruce said. “They just did.”

“No. No one’ll go for it.” Steve tried to sound sure but even he didn’t know.

If this is what they were going to do with his shield then he would have never retired. If it wasn’t going to Sam then it shouldn’t have gone to anyone. He was fuming on the inside, not wanting to show it because it was still Morgan’s birthday. A lot of calls and visits had to be made when you guys got back to the compound.

#steve rogers x reader #steve rogers x teen!reader #peter parker x black!reader #peter parker x reader #avengers x teen!reader #avengers fic #marvel fic

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imagine-knowing-a-name · 3 years ago

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Shark Ambassador

Summary: Jeff’s fame takes him to new heights: educating people on his shark brethren

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x Reader

Word Count: 3659

Warnings: I don’t think there are any but lmk if I should add something :)

A/N: I’M SORRY EVERYONE I DIPPED FOR LIKE, A MONTH. I really said I would be back and get the next parts out soon and then did that. But my university decided to put all my super long assignment deadlines right in succession of each other so I literally did nothing else :’) Also the last part is not edited, I just wrote it and now I want to go to sleep. But enjoy :)

Part of The Jeff Fictional Universe

[Jeff gets Instagram - Part 3] [ Part 1 -> Part-time Avenger] [Part 2 -> Full-time Land Shark]

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“This is going to be epic Jeff, trust me”. You smiled, looking up over the worktable to where the land shark sat patiently on the floor.

He approved with a ‘mrrr’ and approached when you picked up the mechanism, letting you strap it onto his back. He tried to watch as best he could while you secured it, tilting his head at funny angles, to the point where you eventually had to stop him with a laugh, telling him to sit still.

Once he stopped squirming it actually only took a few seconds to buckle it up. Which were a few too many seconds for Jeff to have to sit still; he was bouncing with energy, sprinting outside to the pool as soon as he was released.

A small tilt of his head backwards checked that you were ready to record before he dove into the pool, circling it happily.

“What is that!?” you fake exclaimed. That was Jeff’s cue to leap out of the water, firing a beam directly into the air.

“A shark! With frickin’ laser beams!”

These were the things you and Jeff got up to when Natasha left you home alone. She’d left for a month-long mission in Italy, doing simple reconnaissance work, whilst you were tasked with staying in New York to work at the compound. Since it wasn’t too high stakes, Natasha was allowed to call whenever she had the time. And she did, resulting in almost nightly long-distance movie nights to make it feel like you weren’t so far apart. They helped to reassure Jeff too, as on the nights where Natasha couldn’t call, Jeff would spend the night whining, and usually end up curled up tightly on her side of the bed.

One such movie night had led to you all watching Austin Powers since, despite your girlfriend’s spy status and love of James Bond, she had never seen it. She also didn’t see the look you and Jeff shared at the mere mention of a shark, completely oblivious to how much was hidden when she wasn’t physically present.

By the next day you were already in the workshop, immediately designing and building a laser beam contraption to fit onto Jeff. You let him help out, so it was more of a bonding activity than anything.

You recorded Jeff splashing around for another few minutes, then he propelled himself back towards you and clambered out. He sent a charming grin to the camera, his tongue hanging lopsidedly out of his mouth as he beamed. Then, once you finished filming, he came and climbed onto your lap to watch it back.

He looked up at you and nodded his approval, before sprinting off and returning with his phone a minute later. The phone had been adjusted slightly by you and Tony, but it still had difficulty registering his land shark hands, especially when he had just been in the water. Jeff never appreciated your comments on his struggles to unlock his phone, never accepting help; he took after Nat in that regard. So for this, you stayed silent, smiling only when you caught sight of yourself as Jeff’s lock screen. Natasha had taken the picture a few days after Jeff had been rescued; you were smiling up at her, while Jeff slept on top of you for the first time.

“Hey Jeff, say cheese” you decided suddenly. He jolted his head up, baring his teeth back into a smile as he ‘mrrr’d.

“Thanks buddy.” Your lock screen had been Natasha for almost as long as you’d been dating, but if Jeff had you, then it was only fair that you should have him. Though you did wonder if Natasha also had you as her lock screen, she certainly had when you first got together, but that had been years ago, you hadn’t checked whether she’d changed it since.

Either way, the thought quickly slipped from your mind when Jeff pushed his phone into your lap, Instagram now opened. “You want to post the video?”

If Natasha found out that you had given Jeff lasers while she was away, the both of you would certainly be in trouble. But Jeff’s eyes were pleading, and with the eagerness of his nod, you couldn’t deny him. Plus Natasha wasn’t technically supposed to be on any social media until she got back, her own account framed to make it look like she was still at home. So there was no chance she would scroll through a month’s worth of posts to find it, not when all the Avengers posted several times a day. With a hum, you sent the video over to Jeff. You uploaded it for him, but handed it back to let him caption it himself; ‘mrrr!’… as usual.

You called Natasha daily for the rest of her mission and she never brought it up. You weren’t necessarily in the clear, she was a spy after all, but the attention the video garnered lessened every day, and it was practically gone from Instagram by the time she returned.

She had about enough time to clean up and get changed after her month away before Jeff approached you both, a DVD case in his mouth. You met Natasha’s eyes from across the room and both broke into a smile, you’d missed her presence and her live reactions to Jeff’s antics. Since neither of you gave Jeff direct attention, he took matters into his own hands, huffing and choosing to present his film choice to Natasha. He trotted over and let her crouch down and take it from him.

Her eyes flit back up to you once she saw the film choice, holding up the cover so you could see.

“Jaws? I’m not sure that’s appropriate, Jeff” she said, but he insisted.

“It’s a bit violent”

Natasha’s warnings meant nothing to Jeff, he was too enthralled that a film would have a shark on the cover. He pleaded with her, until eventually you both relented. Nobody could resist his demands for long.

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Jeff wished he’d listened to Natasha by the end of it, to say the least.

There were tears, there were screams, and you decided that you really should have put more effort into stopping Jeff watching the movie. As soon as the credits began, he walked out in silence, a worrying change from the near constant whimpers of the past 2 hours. He left you and Natasha unsure of which steps to take, whether he wanted to be alone of whether he would need comfort.

Three rounds of rock, paper, scissors later and it was you knocking on your own bedroom door, Jeff having shut it on his way in. He replied, giving you permission to come in, though the sight once you did was certainly not what you had been expecting. Rather than a repeat of the Yelena incident, there was no whimpering or crying. Instead, he’d made himself comfortable on the bed, furiously typing into his phone. He barely even looked up at your entry.

“What, uh, what’re you doing Jeff? How are you doing?”

“Mrrr”

“Yeah, I can see you’re writing, but what?”

He tilted his screen towards you, showing you what he’d written so far. It was at this point that you remembered Jeff had never actually been taught to read or write, and the majority of the words were a mess of letters in the wrong places. Every e also seemed to have been replaced by a 3 for some reason. You really should teach him the alphabet someday.

“Mrrr?” he asked, looking for your approval

“It looks really good Jeff!” you bluffed, “how about you recite it to me though and I’ll type it up, we’ll get it done faster that way.”

Again, he wasn’t one to willingly accept help, but this seemed to be something he was passionate about, so anything to make it better he would accept. He nodded and waited for you to get your laptop ready before working with you to create a speech against the portrayal of sharks in the media. You threw in suggestions here and there, helping him find the best words, but the final draft was still very much Jeff’s stance. He tried to read the edit, but eventually had to concede that he couldn’t read and asked you to narrate it for him.

At his approval, you slid the phone back to him, giving him the satisfaction of hitting the post button.

But for once he asked for your help in typing a caption, reciting a further comment on his distaste of how the shark was treated in Jaws, and how unlikely it was for a shark to act like the one in the film.

He looked up at you after the upload, smiling. “You happy with it? Because I am, I’m proud of you Jeff.”

“Mrrr”

“Yeah we won’t watch it again”. You still felt bad for letting him watch Jaws, but if it was the catalyst for his work educating the public on sharks, you had to respect the trajectory. “Now come on bud, Nat’s probably worried about us. We can all go out and get you gummy sharks for your good work.

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That moment set Jeff on a far greater path than you’d realised. Of course his post gained traction, as all of them do, which brought a lot of attention towards the unfair representation of sharks.

You were curled up on the sofa with Nat a day after it was posted, your head resting on her shoulder, half-heartedly watching the David Attenborough documentary the assassin had put on. She’d asked to watch something that could just be in the background to let you spend some time just talking to each other again. You were both on your phones, so that plan hadn’t gone well, but you were still able to relax and appreciate having her familiar presence back in the house.

Taking your eyes off of the screen, you tilted your head to look up at her, catching sight of her phone as you went. “Aww, you do have me as your lock screen!”. The words came out before you even thought about it.

“Yeah, of course I-, wait, do you not have me?”

“Uhhh”

“Y/N, what’s your lock screen?”

Jeff had been napping on his shark bed in the corner, but he looked up at Natasha’s dangerously low tone. His eyes met yours next, displaying smugness as soon as he realised what was happening. When he turned his head you followed the path of his gaze, landing directly on your phone, the one you had left on the other side of the room and had been too comfortable to retrieve.

He locked eyes with you again, understanding your silent pleas for him not to do what you knew he was ready to do. Not that he listened to you. Withing a millisecond he was out of bed, snatching your phone before you could even spring up and parading it around you. He strolled leisurely to Natasha, sprinting and jumping only to avoid your blockade attempts.

With a proud hum, he dropped the phone onto Natasha’s lap, looking back at you now stood on the other side of the sofa due to his dodging. Natasha looked up at you too, a raised eyebrow asking for your permission to look; you nodded.

“You replaced me with Jeff?”

The land shark looked between you smugly, clearly proud that he was there instead of Nat. You would happily switch it back at this point.

“What is he wearing? Are those Tony’s lasers?”

“Um-”

Jeff nodded and Nat turned on you. “It was Jeff’s idea!”

“MRRR!” he huffed indignantly, pointing back at you.

“What? no, you chose to make the video”

“Mrrr.”

“There’s a video?”

“On Jeff’s Instagram” you told Natasha quickly, before going back to arguing with the shark.

“Jeff, what is this?” she questioned after a second. You cringed in anticipation for the reaction, but a ‘mrrr’ from Jeff made you turn your head.

Natasha held up a new post from Jeff, one you hadn’t seen yet, that he had posted in collaboration with the Discovery Instagram account. “Uh, that reply didn’t even mean anything,” you translated for your girlfriend, “he literally just said ‘mrrr’.”

He began to explain after a bit more prompting, fetching his phone and handing it to you, displaying an open conversation with the Discovery Instagram account.

“Mrrr”

“He says he meant to tell us but he forgot”

You and Natasha exchanged a look again, before focusing on what Jeff was showing you.

‘Hi Jeff,’ the message read, ‘we love your account and all the attention you bring to sharks. In advance of shark week, would you be interested in recording a special episode and promoting it on Instagram? It would be really beneficial in raising awareness that sharks are not the danger that the media portrays them as.’

Natasha finished reading it faster than you, and her eyes shone with pride when she looked up. “You got yourself a TV contract Jeff?”

“Mrrr!”

“And you’ve already said you’re doing it?”

“Mrrr”. He nodded again

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And that was how you ended up where you were now. In a conference room with the Discovery channel marketing team, acting as a seat and translator for the little suit-wearing land shark on your lap (he’d wanted to make a good first impression). Sure you were a famous Avenger in your own right, but Jeff was the main star in this building.

You helped them and Jeff come to a decision on what Jeff would be doing and the logistics of the whole situation. A team of writers had already gathered facts and figures to support the case for sharks, asking Jeff to read it out and then they would subtitle over it.

“Mrrr.” He insisted on this case that you would also be there to the side, translating his speech in real time to ensure he could edit the script slightly and still have his words translated exactly. You beamed as you narrated it back to the team, happy to know he trusted you to make his case. They agreed happily.

In addition to just presenting, Jeff was also asked to star in the series, having a shark who understood English made it easy for them to gather authentic clips of sharks swimming in their natural habitat.

Overall, the talks went smoothly, the team practically agreeing to Jeff’s (admittedly few) requests instantly, and you were returning home to Natasha in no time. You still hadn’t had time to talk about your laser shark activities, and since she stayed up and followed you after Jeff had gone to bed, you knew she wanted to discuss it. You braced yourself for a lecture, probably some things about ‘endangering your son’, or ‘setting a bad example’, but instead you got neither.

“I’m not mad about the laser shark” she clarified instantly, going through her nightly routine as you went through yours.

“You’re not?”

“No. I watched the video and it was funny, and I can’t say I didn’t have the same thought when we watched the movie”

“You DID?!”

She snickered slightly at your reaction, throwing the pyjamas you were looking for across the room before continuing. “My main concern is that you decided to replace me, your girlfriend, with a shark”

“He’s a land shark” you corrected

Natasha took a deep breath, imitating annoyance, but the corners of her mouth tipped up; her way of letting you know she didn’t mean it. You were ready for bed at this point, and she slipped in right beside you.

“I’m just saying, you replaced me with a land shark, when you could have used a photo of both of us”

Your mouth opened, ready to state your own defence, of which you had none. “Come with us to set tomorrow, I��m sure Jeff would love your support and then I can get a good photo of the two of you. I’ll set it as my lock screen, promise.”

The two of you were facing each other in bed, and she seemed to contemplate it for a while, before breaking into a soft laugh. “Jeff already asked me earlier” she clarified, “I’ll be there”.

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The set up was on the beach, beginning with Jeff’s mini lectures, then moving onto getting footage of Jeff swimming in the sea.

While you went over the final technicalities with the director, Jeff got to work drawing on the blackboard that had been set up, aided by Natasha lifting him where he needed to be to draw. By the looks of things, you would have to get one for the house, the land shark fascinated by the chalk and taking great amusement from his drawings. Natasha was smiling too, watching what he did. You took a photo of them in that moment, the first of many that day.

When filming began, Jeff looked into the camera with confidence, his drawings from earlier still on the board. He grabbed a pointer and aimed it at the shark; he’d drawn a Great White, and put a smiley face on it to really make his point. He happily explained the role of sharks to the ecosystem; how necessary they were for the marine food chain to be maintained, and how few people sharks killed compared to the number of sharks that were killed. Meanwhile you stood to the side, translating his ‘mrrr’s for the general audience.

Then he moved on to the dolphins. They did not receive such a glowing review; made especially obvious by the fact he had drawn little devil horns and an angry face on his diagram. You kept translating, reciting the facts he was spewing about how dolphins attacked sharks, often using their snouts to ram sharks’ gills in attempts to injure or kill Jeff’s brethren.

Finally, he spun the board around, revealing a stick figure drawing of a person. Jeff made the point that, as much as he loved living among people, humans were the greatest predators to sharks and dolphins alike, and even he got negative reactions every time he went swimming in public. The filming on the beach was solely to illustrate that point, and it was the next step in the documentary. Jeff dove into the waves, splashing about in the shallows with Natasha. She had volunteered to swim with the land shark, just to make sure nobody would try to attack him, just in case. You took another photo then, Natasha in a swimsuit, smiling widely at Jeff, whilst the land shark leapt up playfully, aiming to douse her in as much salty water as he could manage. There was no competition, that was the one for your lock screen.

At last, they focused, the camera crew getting into place both on the beach and in the water, and Jeff swam deeper, until just his fin was visible. He made his way to the more crowded area of the beach, and screams began as soon as he was spotted, anyone in the sea hurriedly evacuated, taking shelter on the beach. That was until Jeff re-emerged from the water and everyone saw who it was. The mood changed in an instant, rather than running from him, crowds formed to run towards him, taking photos and petting the willing celebrity. It was exactly the footage needed for the documentary, so once the crowds had died down and each civilian caught on camera had agreed to either be shown on the film or have their face blurred, Jeff was done, and you and Nat could take your leave.

Rather than go home immediately, Natasha had planned a surprise for Jeff. Jeff was a unique animal, but with his passion for defending sharks, you wondered whether he was missing out on opportunities to socialise with his fellow sharks by living with you, so the three of you took a boat out, going just off the coast, to where a Smooth Dogfish shark had recently been spotted. As luck would have it, you managed to spot it, pointing it out to Jeff.

He jumped into the ocean immediately, you and Nat just about able to see his form retreating towards the animal. The two were motionless for a second, then both sprang to life, spinning and weaving and chasing each other around the depths below the boat, just like dogs in a park.

It kept Jeff entertained for an hour, you and Natasha using the time to catch up, just lying together in the boat until it was time to go home.

Jeff deflated when you called him back up, having to say goodbye to his newfound friend. So you promised he could come back the next week, not only to make him feel better, but it was nice to see him so happy and able to play with a similar species. He babbled excitedly about the shark to you and to Instagram all the way back home, only stopping when he spotted a package by your front door.

He rushed ahead as soon as the car door opened, nudging and sniffing the package, then gently opening his jaw and grabbing the whole box. You chuckled, helping him by unlocking the door, and he proudly carried the delivery inside, depositing it on the coffee table.

“Who’s it for, Jeff?” Natasha asked, and the land shark studied the label very carefully, concluding with a ‘mrrr’

“He can’t read” you translated, going to inspect it yourself, and seeing Jeff’s name on the label. “But it’s yours, buddy, go ahead and open it”

He used his teeth like a knife, slicing through the tape so that the box could flap open, then he buried his head inside, pulling out a small bronze coloured triangular prism.

Jeff ‘mrrr’d proudly at you and Natasha, drawing your attention to what he held, a small name plaque : ‘Jeff – Shark Ambassador’

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#jeff the land shark #jeff the landshark #natasha romanoff #natasha romanoff x reader #Natasha romanoff x y/n #natasha romanoff imagine #marvel #mcu

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dyinglikenarcissus · 2 years ago

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Red White and Blue Room

Wanda Maximoff x Steve Rogers x Natasha Romanoff

I know this is not my usual thing but it’s based on a request from @lovefanfiction01 I took a few liberties though as I do 😂

18+ only! Warnings: contains smut, threesome, enemas, over stimulation, bondage, dom/sub relationship, cheating if you squint, slight inflation (this is me and I know I’ve got weird kinks 😅), safe words, idk I think that’s it

3k words

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Steve waited patiently for his girlfriend to step through the door. She’d been out shopping all day and he started to wonder how long someone could possibly spend at the mall but Wanda was only in town for a couple of weeks and she wanted to make the most out of her time with her best friend.

But he missed his girlfriend so much. He was so needy! And she made him swear not to jack off while she was out. After she woke up with his raging hard on pressed against her ass cheeks she claimed he was a very naughty boy and he’d needs to be probably punished.

But this will put her in such a good mood!

His stomach ached for a moment reminding him of how long he’d been waiting.

Any second now he’d hear her car horn go off outside and he’d finally get some relief.

And like clockwork, the noise broke the silence of the apartment and Steve knew it was almost time.

He positioned himself in front of the entry way so he was the first thing she saw and prepared himself. The lock click and the door squealed open signaling Steve to relax bowels and let go of the liquid he’d be holding.

A terrified shriek filled the air.

That wasn’t Natasha.

Steve quickly turned to see both his girlfriend and Wanda standing in the doorway, wide eyed, and horrified. He quickly covered himself and began apologizing profusely as Natasha’s lips fell into a deep scowl.

“Steven Grant Roger.” His name came out like a growl on her lips and he knew he was in so much trouble.

“Nat, I’m so-how was I-I didn’t-“ everything sounded like a weak excuse in his mind as he pulled the blanket from over the couch to cover himself.

“Get dressed,” she seethes and Steve starts to scramble back to the bedroom when Wanda finally speaks up.

“This is what you two are into?”

“I’m so sorry, Wanda. I swear this wasn’t planned-“

“No, no, but what does all of this…entail? Vis and I have never…” Her hand goes to her strawberry blonde hair, raking through it as she thinks of the right words. “Nat, don’t take this the wrong way, and if you don’t want to, just forget I even asked, but can I watch?”

There’s complete silence at her statement. Both Steve and Natasha just stare at each other in shock before blinking at Wanda.

This was crazy. This wasn’t happening.

“Can you…repeat that?” Steve asks clutching the blanket around him a little tighter.

“Can I watch?” Wanda asks once again, stepping into the apartment, a little more bold than she was a second ago.

“Are you…sure?” Nat asks facing her.

“Yes. Vis and I are very…vanilla for lack of a better term. This looks interesting.”

“Interesting?” Steve asks the two women but Nat just looks between the two of them.

Then a mischievous smirk crosses her features. “Our safe word is ‘commandos’. Let me show you our red room.” She steps around the puddle of water and further into the apartment. “Clean this up,” she commands to the giant blond before tugging her friend along.

Natasha opens a false door disguised as a book shelf and shows Wanda in. “He’s not allowed in here without permission,” she explains walking passed her best friend and into their BDSM chamber. The walls are a deep red with spider web designs scrawled across them but Wanda wasn’t paying attention to the decor.

She was looking at the collection of torture like devices hanging on the walls and organized across tables and chairs so neatly and perfectly and everything was color coordinated.

“It’s beautiful,” Wanda whispers.

“That’s one word for it,” Nat smirks. “You’re sure you want in on this? Is Vision okay with it?”

“Oh, he’ll understand that it’s to increase my knowledge,” Wanda giggles picking up a dildo shaped like a tentacle.

“Alright,” Natasha smiles. “What happens in this room stays in this room and remember the safe word. Use it whenever you feel uncomfortable.” Steve steps up to the door with an embarrassed look on his face. “Hey, stop looking like you did something wrong. Is it okay for Wanda to join us tonight?”

“Is this something you want?” Steve asks instinctually, always diverting to her authority.

“I want you to be comfortable, baby. I would never ask you to do anything I wasn’t comfortable doing myself. Tell me how you’re feeling.”

Steve gives it a thought. Maybe adding a third could be a little exciting. Wanda was extremely attractive. Nothing compared to his sweet little black widow but she still turned heads all the same.

“Can she…join us?” He stutters sheepishly.

“Depends. Wanda, would you like to join us?”

The strawberry blonde glances between the two before undoing her jeans and wiggling them down her hips and undoing her shirt revealing her matching red underwear to the couple. She’s gorgeous. Full hips and plump breasts spilling out of the confines of her lace bra.

“Yes, yes! Please, Nat. Please, can we?” Steve begs, still in the doorway.

Natasha smiles and takes both his hands in hers before pulling him into the room. “You have permission to enter. You’re going to get on your knees and you’re going to make sure we’re nice and wet and then I’ll think of your punishment.”

“Yes, mommy.” Steve finally rids himself of the blanket he wrapped around his hips and falls to the floor in front of the two women.

“Guests first,” Nat insists. Wanda smirks and steps up to the giant blond. On his knees, his head still reached her chest. He reached up to cup her breast tenderly. “Did she give you permission to touch her there?” Nat frowns right before he can touch her.

“No, mommy,” Steve sighs sadly.

“Hands below the waist only.”

“Yes, mommy,” Steve complies easily and grasps Wanda’s plump ass. His fingers wrap around her lace panties and he tugs them down her hips revealing her dripping plump lips. “What a beautiful pussy,” Steve hums. “Can I please taste you?”

“Please, Steve,” Wanda sighs, biting her lower lip and closing her eyes.

He guides her toward a clear wall, shuffling across the room on his knees to press her against it. Steve then lifts one of her thighs to rest over his shoulder then he shocks her by lifting the other before smothering his face in her core.

Wanda let out a surprised squeak at how quickly he finds her clit. “Oh! Ooooh,” she moans gripping his roots and pressing him closer to her.

“Isn’t he such a good boy?” Natasha asks stripping off her own clothes. Her fingers tangle in the soft hairs at the nape of his neck and angles his head a little higher to bury his nose in the patch of dark hair where her legs meet.

“So good,” Wanda moans making Nat smile and release her boyfriend to take care of herself. Her own fingers fondle her core for a moment before she finds her favorite toy, a tiny pink pill shaped vibrator that packs a punch. She presses it against her clit and lets out a soft moan. Fuck, it’s already so good.

Then Steve surprises her by releasing his grip on Wanda’s hip with one hand and presses it over her occupied hand. Natasha easily lets him take over with pleasuring her. Making her brace the wall near her best friend just to stay standing. Wanda lets out a soft whimper and Steve knows she’s close. He just has to get his girlfriend there, too.

Soft gasps come spilling from the red head’s mouth making Steve smirk into Wanda’s warm core.

“Uh huh! Right there, Stevie! Rig-fuck! Fuck, fuck, fuuuck,” she sighs cumming against the vibrator but Steve pins her against the wall, holding her there as she moans in protest.

“Oh, god, Steve,” Wanda whines, attempting to wiggle away from him and her impending orgasm but he’s strong enough to pin down both women.

“Cum for me,” he mutters against her. “Please, beautiful. Cum for me.” Wanda can’t resist his command as she cums spilling for him but he doesn’t stop for her either. Continuing to over stimulate them both until Natasha releases a crying whine and Wanda lets out a shout and grips his head pulling him away just enough for them both to squirt against his face.

Steve groans in satisfaction, licking away his girlfriend’s spend that landed on his lips just before her hand gripped his roots.

“That was very bad,” she frowns directing his gaze to hers while still catching her breath.

“I just wanted you both to feel good,” Steve whines giving Nat the best puppy dog expression he can.

“Sure you were, Stevie,” she spits. “Table. Now.”

“I’m in trouble?” He whispers, pleading up at the red head who’s unrelenting.

“Yes, you’re in trouble. Do as you’re told or you’ll get the bar, too,” she threatens and Steve quickly scrambles from his spot on the floor.

“Are you sure I have to-“

“Yes!” Natasha answers quickly as if her patience is wearing thin. But she knows when he gets in his subspace, he gets whiny and needy. She’s just giving him the tough love he’s asking for.

“And you,” she smirks at her best friend. “I have a seat for you right here.” She pats the empty space between Steve’s legs. “You don’t mind ropes do you?” The red head picks up a coiled red rope from the wall. “I promise this won’t hurt.”

“I kinda want it to,” the strawberry blond smiles and steps up to her friend. Natasha tucks a strand of hair behind Wanda’s ear and pulls her a little closer by the back of her neck. Their lips meet softly as Wanda’s hands find Natasha’s waist. Steve can’t help but watch the beauty unfold before him. His best girl and her gorgeous best friend happily making out right there between his thighs. Part of him mourns the fact that he can’t touch either of them but he’s just happy to be able to witness it.

They’re beautiful.

And as Natasha contorted Wanda’s body into the perfect package, tying her in knots effortlessly. Nat is so flexible as it is but it’s like Wanda is made for this. She’s perfectly hog tied before him and Steve already knows what’s about to happen. His dick twitches excitedly but he doesn’t dare touch it. He’s in enough trouble as it is.

“Fucking beautiful,” Natasha sighs at her work before focusing back on her boyfriend. “You know what’s going to happen, huh, baby?” Steve nods, taking a weak gulp to parch his dry throat. “Spread ‘em,” she commands. He quickly complies and Natasha straps his arms and legs down spread eagle to the table. “Good boy.” She soothes a hand across his hair and presses a kiss to his lips. “I love you.”

“I love you so much,” Steve rasps. A soft smile graces her lips before turning back to Wanda. Natasha pulls a strap from the ceiling with multiple buckles and fixes them to Wanda’s ties.

“Comfortable? Not too tight?” The red head asks tugging on them experimentally.

“No, they’re surprisingly comfortable but it’ll be fun explaining to Vision how I got these marks.” Natasha just smirks and pulls another strap and Wanda is hoised just above Steve’s body.

“Fuck,” Steve groans as the tip of his dick rubs back and forth across Wanda belly, smearing precum all over her. Nat holds Wanda still and guides Steve’s hips up to meet hers. Gripping his dick to easily slide it into her waiting heat. Steve’s whimpers only make Natasha smile but as Wanda’s soft cries enter the mix, she can’t wait to join in.

“There you go, Stevie,” Natasha coos. “Is that good for you?”

“So good, mommy,” Steve stutters, his hips shaking with pent up need to thrust into his girlfriend’s best friend.

“Hold it, baby. Let her adjust.” Steve just nods desperately before straining against his ties. “You need something else to focus on,” Nat sighs knowingly. It’s not a question. It’s never a question. She squeezes his propped ass cheek with one hand as she walks toward a set of drawers. “Keep still, baby,” she warns as she turns her back on the two. Natasha finds a large black strap on and a bottle of lube. She quickly affixes it to herself, sliding it into her core with a soft sigh before lubing up the other end. She attempts to stay out of Steve’s line of sight as she approaches once more with a small smirk. She knows this particular one will make him go feral.

She applies a glob of lube to her finger tips before coxing her boyfriend’s ass a little higher. “Right there, baby. You still doing good, Wanda?”

“Y-yeah,” Wanda moans out as Steve hits that spot inside of her with his cock. Nat quickly runs the lube over Steve’s puckered hole and she can’t help but smile at the noise he makes. So desperate and needy and he’s already so nice and clean for her.

“Already nice and wet for me, baby.”

“Y-yes, mommy. Always want to be good for you. So good, mommy.”

“You’re always so good for me, Stevie,” she sighs and positions herself on her knees, tucking them under Steve’s hips. “You ready for me, baby?”

“Please, Nat. Please. Need it!”

“I know. I know,” she insists with a small smile. Natasha lifts his hips a little more causing a chain reaction to Wanda making her cry out at him pressing further into her.

Natasha presses into Steve’s puckered hole with the tip of the strap on. Steve whines humping into Wanda’s dripping core as Nat enters him slowly. He doesn’t need much time to adjust to the intrusion. Nat has stretched him out so much that he’s always ready for her.

“Always so good for me,” Natasha sighs as the other end of the strap on presses right against that spot deep inside of her.

Steve is a whimpering mess from being stimulated at both ends and Wanda is right on the verge of cumming from Steve grinding into that spot deep inside of her.

“Please, Nat! Let him fuck me!” Wanda begs humping weakly against the blond.

“Go on, Stevie. Let go,” Natasha smiles. The giant blond finally lets loose, rutting into both Natasha and Wanda and quickly brought on Wanda’s orgasm.

“Fuck, Steve! Please please please pleeeeee!” She screamed tossing her head back but Steve plowed right threw it. And with nowhere for her to go, she was left hanging above him overstimulated with every thrust of his hips.

“Too much! Please! No! It’s too-“ her protest was cut off with a garbled whine as she squirted all over the blond’s stomach.

Natasha reached up and spun the woman around, giving her spot a break and pulling her into a deep kiss.

But that feeling.

“Fuck!” Steve groaned at Wanda’s tight velvety cavern twisting along his dick. “Please, mommy, please! Do it again!”

Natasha broke from Wanda’s lips for a moment to press her lips to her shoulder. “You liked that, Stevie?” The red head asks with a small smirk.

“Yes, god, please.”

“Is that alright with you?” Nat directs at the strawberry blonde.

“As long as he’s not hitting that spot,” Wanda whines making Natasha laugh.

“Yes, ma’am,” the red head complies and pulls her into another kiss before spinning her once more and earning a high pitched whine from Steve. Nat narrowly avoids Wanda’s knees and spins her once more. Wanda had grossly underestimated how stimulated that spot would get with this new move because she was already on the verge of cumming once more.

“Shit,” the strawberry blond whimpered as Steve continued to rut into her. “Ahhan fuck! Steve!” Wanda cried as she came again. “Please,” she whimpered.

“So close,” Steve begged in return. “Please, can I cum? Please!”

“Cum, Stevie,” Nat commanded. “Now!” She spanked his hip and he almost instantly came spilling into Wanda’s tight core as her own release sprayed across his stomach and Natasha’s lap.

“Good boy,” Nat smirked as his spent cock fell from Wanda and the woman sighed in relief.

But Natasha was far from done with her boyfriend.

She continued to thrust her strap on into him, angling it so it hit his prostate over and over until ribbons of cum splashed over both women and soft curses spilled out of Steve’s mouth.

“Not quite done with you, baby,” Natasha grunts through her thrusts and impending orgasm. She was so close. A soft whimper left her lips as her own essence started to seep around the rocking member inside of her. “Almost there. So so so close,” she pants before finally the knot breaks and she starts seeing stars. Then the dildo starts to vibrate, stimulating her beyond what she’d do to herself.

“Fuck,” Natasha cries as the overstimulation gets to her and her hot essence sprays across Steve’s stomach.

But this fancy little strap on still isn’t done.

A vile of water and lube enter into Steve’s stretched hole, making him whine and his stomach bow slightly at the pent up contents. Another ribbon of cum streams out of him at the pleasure of being so full. Especially when it’s the love of his life that filled him.

“Hold on to that,” Natasha instructs, pulling off the strap on to keep him plugged up while she gets Wanda down. She quickly unties her and guides her to a plush couch against the wall. “Relax. Don’t move,” the red head instructs before disappearing, leaving her two spent subs to bask in their after glow. Natasha quickly returns with water and warm towels. She starts with Wanda, getting her cleaned up and hydrated before moving on to her own boyfriend. She guides him slowly to the bathroom to release before rewarding him with so many kisses he gets a little dizzy.

They return to their red room to find Wanda fast asleep across the couch.

“Should I take her to bed?” Steve asks and Natasha quickly nods a yes. “That was fun!” Steve smiles while he easily scoops up the strawberry blonde. “We should add a third more often.”

“You like that?” Nat asks earning a large grin from her boyfriend. “Yeah. Maybe Vision will join us next time.” The three retreated to Steve and Natasha’s bedroom to cuddle and fall asleep.

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