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luvrgrl07 · 13 hours ago

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I’ve been so scarred by avengers angst that I definitely thought y/n was dying on that mission and they’d never talk it out😭

This was so cutie patootie I loved it

Friends Don't Kiss

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x fem!reader

Summary: Friends spend time together. They share inside jokes, quiet moments, maybe even late-night movies. And sometimes…they kiss. That’s normal. Right? At least, that’s what Natasha keeps telling herself.

Warnings: fluff, light angst

Words: 4140

“Would you kiss me?”

Steve chokes on his coffee, spluttering mid-sip. He coughs violently, thumping his fist against his chest as he tries to catch his breath.

Across the kitchen, Natasha doesn’t flinch. She stands coolly with a mug in hand, one hip leaning against the compound’s countertop, her expression unreadable.

“You know,” she adds, far too casually, “as a friend.”

Steve finally manages to recover, blinking at her like she’s grown a second head.

“I’m gonna need a little more context.”

Natasha shrugs, gaze fixed somewhere past him.

“Just making a point. I’ve kissed you before. We’re still just friends.”

“That was different,” Steve says slowly, carefully, like he’s not entirely sure where this conversation is headed. “We were on the run. It was for a mission.”

“Right,” Natasha nods quickly, seizing on that. “Exactly. So sometimes a kiss doesn’t have to mean anything.”

Steve sets down his coffee, eyebrows furrowing.

“Did you kiss someone, Nat?”

She scoffs immediately, a sharp breath meant to dismiss the question, but her shoulders stiffen, betraying her.

“No,” she says too quickly, brushing past it. “Why would you ask that?”

Before Steve can press further, the kitchen door slides open.

You step in, pausing just briefly when your eyes meet hers. A flicker of something passes between you—then it’s gone, replaced by your familiar, easy smile.

“Morning,” you say, grabbing an apple from the counter before sliding easily into the space beside her. “You two solving world peace already?”

Natasha’s grip on her mug tightens. Her pulse trips over itself at your closeness, at the casual brush of your shoulder against hers.

“Morning,” she mutters, not quite meeting your eyes.

“You’re up earlier than usual,” Steve returns your greeting while watching both of you now with a curious gaze, noticing the subtle shift in the air.

You shrug lightly.

“Decided to turn in early last night,” you respond before turning to Natasha. “Sorry, I didn’t see you when you got back, Nat.”

Natasha shakes her head, brushing off the apology.

“It’s fine,” she says simply.

But it’s not. Not really. She had looked for you last night when she came back from her mission, hoping for your usual smile at the hangar. Instead, FRIDAY informed her you were already asleep. She’d swallowed her disappointment and told herself it didn’t matter.

Natasha takes another sip to keep herself occupied from further conversation. Unfortunately, it seems you have no intention of letting her do that.

“Can I have some?”

Natasha glances at you with a raise of her brow, and you give her a small smile as you nod at the mug in her hand.

“There’s more brewing,” she responds, gesturing to the coffee machine in the corner.

You don’t move her gaze from hers.

“I know,” you grin. “But I want yours.”

Natasha sighs, long-suffering but fond, and hands it over.

You take it with a bright smile in thanks, drinking the last of it with satisfaction.

Natasha watches you as you finish, her lips twitching slightly into the ghost of a smile before she can stop it.

Something about that simple exchange makes the room feel smaller.

Steve observes you two quietly, picking up on the subtle tension that hums under the surface like a taut wire. You and Natasha have always been close. That’s not new. But something feels different now.

“Well, I’m heading to the training room,” you announce, handing Natasha back the mug and tossing the apple in your hand once before catching it again. “See you two later.”

You’re gone before either of them can respond.

The silence that follows stretches.

Steve leans against the table, watching the doorway you disappeared through before turning his eyes back to Natasha.

“So,” he says, voice even, “something you’d like to share?”

Natasha scoffs, rolling her eyes as she pivots to rinse out her mug.

“This has nothing to do with her.”

Her tone is dry and dismissive. But her mind betrays her.

She remembers the way the two of you had been curled up on the couch in the common room just a few nights ago.

A rare, quiet evening with no missions, no alarms, just shared stories and laughter over absurd field mishaps. Your knees touching hers. Her arm draped along the back of the sofa.

You leaning closer, head tilted back slightly as you laughed, completely at ease.

Natasha remembers the way her fingers twitched with the urge to touch you.

How, without quite realizing it, her hand lifted to cup your cheek.

The moment stretched, her breath caught, and then she leaned in.

The kiss was soft, hesitant in the way that Natasha had not fully comprehended what she had done.

When she does, she goes to pull away when you suddenly kiss her back.

Your hand had come up, anchoring against her shoulder, the other sliding to the back of her neck as you deepened it, slow and sure.

Then, the elevator chimed.

And the moment shattered.

Instinctively, Natasha pulls back, jumping to her end of the couch by the time the other team members come into the room.

Next thing she knows, you were swept up by a conversation with Wanda while Natasha sat there frozen, lips parted, heartbeat wild, her hand brushing over her mouth in disbelief.

The warmth of your kiss still lingering on her skin like a brand.

You never brought it up again.

Neither did she.

And now, days later, she finds herself standing in the kitchen convincing herself that friends kiss sometimes.

That it doesn’t have to mean anything. That it didn’t mean anything.

“Sure, Nat,” Steve says slowly, watching her a little too closely now. “A kiss doesn’t have to mean anything...”

Natasha relaxes slightly, but before the relief can take hold in her mind, Steve continues nonchalantly.

“…unless you want it to.”

Natasha doesn’t respond. Her jaw sets just slightly as she stares into her empty mug. Then, with a sigh, she curses herself for even asking Steve.

His words just brought up a flurry of new problems for her.

~~~~~~~ ⧗ ~~~~~~~

She did it again.

She’s doing it again.

What started as a simple spar at your request had quickly escalated—one move leading to another, until she had you pinned flat on the mat. Her knees straddled your hips, hands locking your wrists above your head with effortless control.

You were both breathless, sweat-slicked skin flushed from exertion.

Then you smiled up at her, teeth flashing, that same teasing spark in your eyes that always got under her skin, and Natasha couldn’t look away. Couldn’t think past the heat in her chest. Her gaze dropped, lingering on the curve of your parted lips as you panted beneath her.

And before she could stop herself, she leaned in.

The kiss wasn’t hesitant this time. It was hungry, claiming, as if making up for every second she hadn’t let herself think about the feel of your lips since that night on the couch. Her grip loosened, hands sliding from your wrists to your sides, fingertips brushing over the sliver of skin just above your waistband.

Like before, you didn’t pull away.

Instead, your arms curled around her shoulders, pulling her closer with a quiet urgency.

Her mouth moved against yours again, and again—slow, deliberate, until your breath caught and you exhaled her name in a moan that made something in her pulse stutter.

“Natasha…”

Her name on your lips.

It cracked through the haze like a whip.

And she freezes.

Reality slams back in, fast and merciless.

Natasha pulls away suddenly, breathing hard as her eyes search yours. Her hands lift, hovering like she wasn’t sure where to place them anymore.

“Shit,” she mutters, shaken. “I’m—I’m sorry.”

You blink at her, dazed and confused, lips still parted.

But before you can say anything, the door slides open.

“Damn,” Sam’s voice calls out as he steps into the training room, towel slung over his shoulder. He pauses at the sight, then lets out a low whistle and smirks.

“Give her a break, Romanoff. She’s already red in the face.”

Natasha straightens back instinctively, only to realize the flush on your face wasn’t from exertion.

You let out a breath of laughter, dragging a hand through your hair.

“I’m fine,” you say, voice light, easy. “She didn’t do anything wrong.”

Your palm lightly taps Natasha’s thigh—a subtle, casual cue.

She blinks at you, still hovering above, startled by how calmly you are taking all of this. Then she shifts, climbing off with fluid grace, but her mind still reels.

Why weren’t you reacting differently? Why were you acting like what just happened between you two was normal for friends?

You push yourself to your feet and turn to offer your hand down to her.

Without hesitation, she takes it.

Your grip is warm and steady as you help her up. Before she can say anything, you brush your hand over her shoulder, flicking away the dust from your earlier scuffle. Then, like it was the most natural thing in the world, you pat her cheek twice, a gentle, reassuring touch.

“You didn’t do anything wrong,” you repeat, softer this time.

And then you walk off coolly and composed, leaving her standing there.

Staring.

Processing.

“What the hell…” Natasha mutters under her breath.

Sam moves beside her, picking up a dumbbell nonchalantly like he hadn’t just walked in on something.

“Hey, Sam?” she asks, still staring after you.

“Yeah?”

“Friends can kiss, right?” she asks. “Like… that’s a normal thing friends do sometimes?”

Sam pauses mid-curl and turns to look at her with a slow grin.

“What kind of friends you got, Romanoff?” he chuckles. “’Cause I’d love an introduction.”

Natasha doesn’t respond.

Her eyes are still locked on the door you disappeared through, her thoughts a whirlwind of tangled lines she couldn’t figure out how or if she wanted to untangle.

~~~~~~~ ⧗ ~~~~~~~

The movie plays on, its flickering light casting soft shadows across the darkened room. But Natasha isn’t watching it.

She’s trying to. Or at least pretending to.

Her eyes are on the screen, but her mind drifts, tangled in thoughts she can’t quite sort through. The question loops endlessly in her head like a broken reel.

Can friends kiss? Should friends kiss? Did it mean anything?

You shift slightly beside her, and the motion draws her out of the haze. Then comes a soft sound—a small yawn, muffled behind your hand.

Natasha glances down at you.

Your head rests gently against her shoulder, your body curled comfortably into the side of hers. You’ve been like that for most of the movie—close, warm, familiar. Nothing new for the two of you.

But now, it feels different. Everything feels different.

She tilts her head toward you slightly.

“We can stop here if you want,” she offers, her voice low. “You’re tired.”

You shake your head with a sleepy smile, eyes barely open.

“It’s fine. It’s almost finished anyway.”

Natasha studies your face for a moment longer, searching for something beneath your words. Then she relaxes, leaning her head against yours again, letting the rhythm of your breathing soothe her.

But only a few minutes pass before she feels your body grow heavier against her, your breath evening out. She shifts subtly to glance at you, and sure enough, your eyes are closed, mouth slightly parted in sleep.

A quiet exhale escapes her lips.

She lets the laptop finish playing the credits, then carefully reaches over to close it, setting it on the nightstand without disturbing you too much.

As she leans back again, her eyes linger on you, peaceful and completely unaware of the storm still quietly waging inside her.

She hesitates.

You’d probably sleep better in your own bed. Less risk of a sore neck.

“Hey,” she whispers, brushing her fingers lightly against your arm to wake you. “Want me to carry you to your room?”

You stir, eyes fluttering open, still half-lost in sleep. You look up at her, your gaze soft and unguarded.

“Can I sleep here?”

Natasha stills.

The way your face is tilted toward hers makes her heart stutter. You’re so close, lips parted slightly, your breath warm against her cheek.

Her fingers tighten against the sheets.

She should say no. But she doesn’t.

“…Sure,” she says instead, voice barely audible.

You smile in that sleepy, content way that always makes her chest ache, and shift to lie back more fully on the bed, your head finding the pillow beside hers like it’s always belonged there.

Natasha stays seated for a moment, just watching you. Studying the soft lines of your expression. The trust etched so easily into every part of you.

Then your eye cracks open, lazy and amused, and you pat the empty space beside you.

“Come on,” you murmur. “You should sleep too.”

Natasha swallows.

She moves beneath the covers slowly, cautiously, like the sheets might burn her. The moment her weight settles, you immediately scoot closer, nuzzling into the curve of her body with a comfort that’s almost too much.

She freezes.

Her arms hover mid-air, unsure where to land. Her instincts war with her confusion about the situation.

But then you sigh softly, and it eases something in her. She lets her arms wrap around you, tentatively at first, then fully. Her hand rests lightly against your back.

Your body fits against hers like it was always meant to.

Her heart beats too loud. Her thoughts race too fast.

But your breathing, soft and steady, grounds her.

You’re not overthinking this. You’re not avoiding eye contact or spiraling like she is. You’re just there.

Maybe she is overreacting.

So she presses her lips to the top of your head, just barely a kiss, light and reverent.

And tells herself it’s fine.

That it’s just something friends do.

~~~~~~~ ⧗ ~~~~~~~

The corridor outside the tech lab is mostly quiet, the hum of machinery muffled behind glass walls. Natasha had only meant to drop by to check on some routine data upload from her last mission, but she slows as she rounds the corner and catches sight of you through the glass.

You’re leaning against the counter in the lab, your stance relaxed, familiar. A quiet, polite smile plays on your lips as you speak to one of the newer lab techs, who is a little awkward in their stance and clearly trying to flirt.

Natasha pauses at the entrance, something instinctual anchoring her in place.

“I just figured,” the technician says, nervously fidgeting with their hands, “maybe we could grab a coffee sometime?”

Natasha blinks. Her fingers tighten unconsciously around the datapad in her hand.

You let out a soft chuckle, not unkind.

“That’s sweet,” you say, your tone warm but edged with gentle finality, “but I’m actually already seeing someone.”

Natasha frowns, her heart skipping heavily.

Since when?

The lab tech falters only slightly, nodding good-naturedly.

“Ah. No worries. It was worth a shot.”

“We could still be friends,” you offer kindly.

They chuckle lightly as they gather their things, nodding in agreement.

“Well, if they mess up,” the tech jokes, “you know where to find me.”

You smile again, a brief lift of your brow.

“I’ll keep that in mind.”

They leave, footsteps fading down the hall.

Natasha stays frozen for a beat longer, her brain racing as she tries to understand. A strange, unfamiliar tightness lingers in her chest, something sharp and green and burning low.

Why didn’t you ever tell her you were seeing someone?

The question echoes through her like a bruise, throbbing harder the longer she thinks about it.

A few seconds pass before she finally moves, stepping into view from where she’d been half-hidden around the corner. Her approach is quiet, boots soft on the tile, but you look up at the sound anyway.

“Nat, hey,” you greet, still casual, like you hadn’t just said something that made her stomach drop unexpectedly.

Natasha crosses her arms across her chest.

“Were you ever going to introduce me to them?”

You blink at her, brow furrowing.

“Who?”

“The person you’re seeing.”

There’s a flicker of confusion in your expression, your head tilting slightly as if trying to piece together something obvious that you’ve somehow missed.

“That’d be…difficult,” you answer slowly.

Her heart skips again—this time not from surprise, but from something closer to hurt.

“Why?” she presses, a little sharper now. “You don’t want them to meet your friends?”

Your mouth parts slightly. You study her, eyes narrowing faintly, not in anger, but in realization.

“Is that what you are?” you ask quietly. “Just my friend?”

Natasha hesitates. Her arms tighten around herself, defensive.

“I thought I was,” she says with a shrug that tries too hard to be casual.

The silence that follows isn’t long, but it feels like it stretches forever.

You nod slowly, the movement small and almost imperceptible.

“Right,” you murmur. “My mistake.”

And even though you smile, easy and familiar, there’s a flicker behind it. Something small and wounded that vanishes just as quickly as it appears. Like it costs a little more this time to offer it.

“I thought we were something more.”

Natasha’s lips part in stunned silence.

You shake your head slightly, not in denial, just…regret.

“I’m sorry for the misunderstanding.”

Before she can find her voice, before she can reach out and ask what you mean—what she means to you—you step past her.

“I’ve got to prep for my mission,” you say quietly. “I’ll see you after, Nat.”

And then you’re gone.

The hallway seems impossibly still.

Natasha doesn’t move.

She just stands there, frozen in place, her eyes still on the space where you’d been just seconds ago.

I thought we were something more.

The words echo in her chest like a hollow ring of glass about to break.

Natasha presses a hand lightly to her sternum, as if she could push the ache away.

But it lingers. Deep and burning.

She knew it.

She knows it now more than ever.

Friends don’t kiss.

~~~~~~~ ⧗ ~~~~~~~

The hangar is nearly silent at this hour, long past the time anyone should still be awake.

But Natasha is.

She leans against a metal railing in the far corner of the bay, arms crossed loosely, her mind racing in quiet loops. The empty stretch of concrete around her does little to ease the restless energy in her body. She’s been replaying your last conversation for hours now, trying to decipher what it meant, what you meant.

The distant hum of turbines pulls her attention up.

The Quinjet descends slowly, its engines quieting as it settles onto the landing pad. Her spine straightens involuntarily. She catches herself smoothing her palm against her thigh, like she’s bracing for something.

The ramp lowers with a hiss, and then there you are.

You spot her the moment you step down.

Your steps falter just a bit, surprised but not displeased. Your expression shifts into something soft and unreadable before you offer a faint smile.

“Hey,” you greet lightly. “You’re still up?”

Natasha picks up on the subtle wariness in your voice. Not distrust, just a layer of confusion she knows she put there.

“I wanted to talk,” she says, quieter now, her arms unfolding slightly. “If that’s okay.”

You pause. Then, after a breath, you nod.

“Yeah… we probably should’ve had this talk before I went around thinking we were something other than friends,” you joke, a little self-deprecating, but not cruel.

Natasha winces, her mouth twitching. She knows she earned that.

You exhale and tilt your head toward the hallway.

“Come on. Let’s talk in my room. I need to get this mission stink off me.”

She follows without hesitation, grateful for the return of your usual teasing tone.

“Yeah, you do,” she quips back.

You gasp in mock offense, throwing a look over your shoulder.

“Wow. Brutal honesty? No mercy, huh?”

Natasha just smirks. “Would you prefer lies?”

“Only the flattering kind,” you call as you enter your room.

Natasha follows in after you with a small chuckle. She sits at the edge of your bed, hands in her lap, waiting as you disappear into your bathroom. She hears the rush of water from the shower and feels oddly tense like she’s waiting for a mission to start, but this one requires emotional precision she hasn’t quite mastered.

When the bathroom door finally opens, and you emerge, a towel draped around your shoulders, skin still damp and fresh from the steam, Natasha’s thoughts short-circuit for a moment.

Her gaze catches on the curve of your neck, the soft line of your collarbone—

She tears her eyes away, scolding herself silently.

This is exactly how things got so muddled.

You shoot her an amused look as you dry your hair with the towel.

“You gonna stare all night or talk?”

Natasha clears her throat, suddenly focused on her hands again.

“Right. Sorry. I just…wanted to ask something.”

You toss the towel aside as you nod.

“Ask away.”

She hesitates.

“Why…why did you think we were dating?”

You blink, surprised at the question. Then you let out a soft breath and sit beside her on the bed.

“Well,” you begin, voice easy but edged with a thread of honesty, “months ago, you asked me to go to the Avengers Festival with you. We spent the whole day together. Just us.”

“I thought you’d enjoy it,” Natasha replies quietly.

“I did. And I was even more excited when I thought you were asking me out on a date.”

You glance at her, gauging her reaction.

Natasha’s lips press into a thin line.

“Only it wasn’t… to me.”

“Right,” you say, a hint of disappointment in your tone before you continue with a sigh. “But then you invited me to that new restaurant for dinner the next night.”

“You mentioned it once. I thought you’d want to go.”

“I did mention it. To Wanda. I didn’t expect you to remember something I had said in passing.”

Natasha lowers her gaze.

“I do,” she murmurs.

You smile faintly.

“Then came movie nights. Every week. Just us.”

“You hadn’t seen any of the classics. I thought it’d be fun.”

“And it was,” you say before teasingly adding as you lightly nudge her shoulders. “Especially learning you know all the lines.”

There’s a pause. Then your voice softens.

“Then…you kissed me.”

Natasha’s breath catches.

“Twice,” you continue.

Her eyes flick to yours.

“Three times,” you correct with a small smile, “if we’re counting the one where you got nervous and bailed halfway through, settling for the top of my head instead when you thought I was asleep.”

Natasha swallows, stunned into silence.

“Well?” you ask gently. “You gonna explain? Because last time I checked…”

You shift toward her, slow and deliberate.

“…friends don’t kiss.”

She searches for an answer. Any answer. But none of them feel true. Not the ones she told herself, not the ones that let her avoid the real thing.

“These past days I've been trying to convince myself that kissing didn’t have to mean anything,” Natasha admits, voice small. “That I could just…”

She trails off.

“Avoid what you actually felt?” you offer, your tone gentle, not accusatory.

She meets your eyes then, and something in her cracks.

“Maybe I just didn’t want to admit I wanted something more. Because if I did…and you didn’t…”

“I did,” you interrupt softly.

Your hand lifts to her hair, your fingers brushing a few loose strands back, tucking them gently behind her ear.

“I do.”

Her breath trembles.

You stroke her cheek with your thumb, grounding her.

“No more mixed signals, Nat,” you say with a playful edge, though your eyes are sincere. “You’re gonna have to be more direct, or I’ll start thinking I made it all up.”

She doesn’t hesitate this time. Her hands slide to your waist as she pulls you closer, steady and sure.

“Tomorrow night…will you go out with me?” she murmurs.

You grin, raising a brow.

“On a date?”

She nods, smiling now too.

“On a date.”

You lean your forehead against hers.

“Then I’d love to.”

There’s a beat of stillness, warmth blooming in the quiet between you. Then Natasha’s gaze flicks behind you toward the bed and back at you, one brow rising.

“Can I stay here tonight?”

You raise an amused brow.

“You sure that’s a good idea?”

“Why wouldn’t it be?”

You smirk playfully.

“Because, in case you’re unsure…” you whisper, tilting your head closer to hers. “…friends don’t typically sleep with each other either.”

Natasha’s eyes sparkle, a soft smile forming on her face.

“Then it’s a good thing,” she says, drawing you in, her voice a low murmur at your lips, “that we’re not just friends anymore.”

~~~~~~~ ⧗ ~~~~~~~

a/n: a little something as I procrastinate on my series 😅 thank you for reading!

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natalianovnas · 5 days ago

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𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐒𝐄𝐒 & 𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄

summary : raised in the heart of the countryside, you, Y/N Langford, has always known the rhythm of ranch life—early mornings on horseback, sun-drenched vineyards, and a quiet kind of freedom carved into the land passed down through generations. however, your father's recent colleague is interesting enough.

genre : country!au, wlw, countryside life.

warnings : beefy!nat, top!nat, gp!nat, sub!reader, fluff but mostly smut — let's say this chapter's just briefing how nasty the two are.

words count : 4.7k

an : i promise im not as freaky as this might be 🙈

𖦹 part one 𖦹 part two 𖦹 part three 𖦹 part four 𖦹

HORSES & ROMANCE :

Every Inch Of Dawn

📍 Langford's Estate,

Clare Valley, Southern Australia

You stirred first.

Body aching in pleasant ways. A dull, stretched soreness that reminded you just how intense the night before had been.

Natasha was still asleep, lying on her stomach, one arm under the pillow and the other loosely draped over your waist. The blanket barely covered her, and the sun gave her shoulders a warm glow. Her back moved in slow, steady breaths, muscles relaxed, hair messily tumbling around her face.

She looked peaceful—something you didn’t think she let herself be often.

You let yourself watch her a little longer than you probably should’ve, committing the sight to memory of her here in your bed, your space.

You could still feel her on you—her mouth, her fingers, the way she had whispered your name like it was something sacred.

As you brushed the hair from her face, her lashes fluttered—lips parting into the hint of a smile.

“You watching me sleep?” She mumbled, voice low and scratchy.

“You snore,” You teased.

She opened one eye. “You’re lying.”

“Little bit.”

Natasha stretched, her body warm and heavy against yours. “Gonna put me to work today?”

“Thought about it,” You said, pressing a kiss to her shoulder. “You owe me for eating the last of the pie yesterday at the fair.”

“You said I could have it.”

“You used that voice.”

She grinned lazily, then rolled on top of you, pinning you to the bed with nothing but her weight and that wicked smirk. “What voice?”

“That voice where I know I’m about to let you do whatever the hell you want.”

Cockily, she rose a brow. “You mean the one that gets me pie and laid?”

You laughed. Loudly. Honestly.

She kissed you quiet — slow and affectionate, not leading anywhere this time. Just there. Warm. Real.

Neither of you moved right away. There was no panic, no rush to explain, no awkward reaching for clothes. Just a long moment suspended in the quiet.

“I didn’t mean to fall asleep,” she said after a while, her fingers brushing lightly along your hip under the sheet.

“I didn’t either,” You replied. “But I’m glad we did.”

Her brow arched faintly. “Yeah?”

You nodded, your voice soft. “Yeah.”

Natasha leaned in, brushing her lips over your bare shoulder—a small kiss, nothing demanding. Just acknowledgment, making you smile.

She exhaled, a shaky breath, and tucked her face against your neck, like she needed the anchor. You held her without speaking.

After a few minutes, her stomach let out a quiet growl.

You laughed softly, pulling back just enough to see her face. “Hungry?”

“Starving,” She muttered, eyes closing again.

“You stay here,” you said. “I’ll make coffee. And eggs if the hens liked me enough yesterday.”

She cracked a sleepy grin. “You’re kind of perfect, you know.”

You kissed her once more—light and lingering—before slipping out of bed, wrapping yourself in a worn flannel shirt. She watched you go, propping herself on one elbow, and thought of how lucky she was right in that moment.

You made it to the kitchen— barefoot, coffee in hand, standing in the kitchen with your hair a mess and your flannel slipping off one shoulder.

You heard her before you saw her — soft steps on the floorboards, followed by that husky voice that always managed to make you feel seen, even when you weren’t looking.

“Looks like the hens didn't appreciate you today.” She commented.

A soft hum, in agreement, came from your lips. “I was thinking toasts would do the drill instead.”

“Help yourself to the coffee.”

“I didn’t come for the coffee.” She murmured.

Her hand slid to your hip, the other brushing the hair from your shoulder. She bent down, lips grazing your neck, slow and deliberate. “I came for you.”

You didn’t stop her.

Didn’t want to.

The mug was forgotten somewhere on the counter as she kissed you — not rushed this time, not needy. Just full. Thorough. Like she was trying to memorize the shape of your mouth, the way you tasted first thing in the morning. Her hands found the hem of your flannel, sliding under it, dragging over bare skin with reverence.

Her picking you up with no warning made you gasp in surprise, then smile at yourself right after as she attached her lips back on yours —hands dropped over your sides— then it shifted.

Your smile turned into full giggles as she attacked you with kisses. Your lips, eyes, cheeks, neck, jaw—all while your bodies being glued to the other's.

“You always look like this in the morning?” The Russian asked. “Or is it just for me?”

“Depends. I'd do the honor to say that it's just for you.”

With a low hum while nipping your jaw, she added, “Remind me to never underestimate you again in bed.”

You raised a brow. “You underestimated me?”

She tilted her head, eyes gleaming now. “Just a little.”

You laughed softly, but your fingers stayed at her back, moving in slow strokes. “Do you regret it?” The question slipped out quieter than you meant it to.

Natasha stilled. Her eyes searched yours, serious now.

“No,” She said finally. “Not even close.”

You nodded, exhaling. “Good.”

She rested her forehead on yours, the edge of a smile tugging her lips as she pecked your lips repeatedly. “I liked waking up next to you.”

You smiled back, “I liked falling asleep next to you.”

The redhead's hands glided down to your thighs, fingers grazing over them in a soothing motion.

“You're sitting there, hot and all, and I hate to say that I'd have to leave soon.” She stated. “Got work to do.”

You nodded. “It's alright. I gotta check on Bramble, anyway. But you're not leaving without eating first.”

Of course, she wasn't. One thing she knew about your family and the constant time she'd spent with you — breakfast was priority here.

“How’s he, by the way?”

“Spooked by the gate slamming a day ago, but calmed down fast. That’s progress.”

“I’ve seen grown men recover slower.”

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(Few days later.)

It had rained the night before, a steady, rhythmic downpour that soaked the soil and cooled the summer air. By morning, the clouds had scattered, leaving the fields glistening under soft light.

The barn on your property stood tall and weathered, its red paint faded by time and sun, and just beyond it, your horse was stuck in the mud. Again.

You stood ankle-deep in it, boots sinking into the thick mess as you muttered curses under your breath.

The rope tugged sharply in your hands as the mare resisted, stubborn as ever. You were halfway to cursing her ancestors when you heard a whistle — low, slow, and unmistakably amused.

Natasha leaned against your fence like she’d been summoned, sleeves rolled up, tank top sticking to her damp skin. She didn’t say anything right away. Just watched you with that crooked grin, arms folded across her chest, muscles flexing as if she wanted to remind you she was built like sin and salvation all at once.

“You look like you’re auditioning for a country song,” The redhead finally spoke up.

You shot her a glare. “Unless you’re offering to help, Romanoff, shut it.”

With deliberate slowness, she climbed over the fence, boots landing in the mud with a satisfying squelch. She came to your side, took the rope without a word, and gave one firm tug.

The mare moved forward with ease. You blinked.

Natasha tossed a smug glance your way. “What? She's got a thing for redheads.”

You snorted, “So does her owner.”

“Well,” She murmured, “Guess we have something in common.”

You looked away, hiding your smile but she saw it anyway.

By the time the two of you got the mare back in the stable, your jeans were a mess, and your hands were streaked with mud. Natasha wiped her palms on her thighs and gave the horse a soft pat before turning to you.

She helped you finish up without being asked — sweeping out the barn, fixing the bent gate hinge, and repairing a broken step on your porch.

The way she worked, methodical and focused, told you she wasn’t new to hard labor. But she never complained. She just moved beside you like it was natural.

Later, while fixing a loose hinge on the chicken coop, you caught her staring again. Not with heat, but with softness. Like she was trying to hold the moment in her palms.

“What?” You asked, hands on your hips.

She stepped closer, slipping behind you, arms wrapping around your waist.

“You’re dangerous,” She murmured into your ear.

“How’s that?”

“Because I could stay here,” The redhead whispered. “And forget who I was before.”

You turned in her arms, meeting her gaze. “Maybe that’s the point.”

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The storm had passed, but the air hadn’t cooled.

It was thick, charged with something heavier than just humidity. You could feel it in the way Natasha looked at you across the dinner table — quiet, unreadable, but her eyes told a different story.

You were barefoot, wearing her flannel — nothing underneath. You’d slipped it on after your shower, thinking she wouldn’t notice.

She noticed.

“Stand up,” She said, voice low.

“Why?”

Natasha tilted her head, a smirk tugging at the corner of her mouth. “Because I said so. Come on.”

You rose slowly, your heart thudding as her chair scraped back against the floor. The second you reached hsr, she hooked her fingers into the hem of the shirt and lifted it just enough to see your bare skin beneath.

“Fuck,” She muttered, more to herself than to you.

You leaned into her with teasing smile. “Something wrong?”

She chuckled, “Yeah. I’m trying really hard to be a decent woman right now.”

In a swift mouvement, she gripped the back of your thighs and pulled you down on her lap, your bodies slamming together like you’d been craving it all day.

You let out a breathless moan as you landed right on her hard cock, her hands were everywhere — gripping, guiding, greedy.

“I dreamt about this,” She murmured against your throat. “Woke up hard and aching and mad because I wasn’t inside you.”

Her hand was already sliding beneath the shirt, finding your heated core. “You’re already wet, baby. You waited for me.”

Her fingers slipped inside your cunt with maddening ease, her palm pressing just right. Your body arched into hers as she whispered filth into your ear, every word soaked in desire and dominance.

“You like being ruined in your own kitchen?” She rasped, her fingers moving relentlessly inside of you. “Want me to fuck you on this counter with your legs wide open like you’re mine?”

“Please,” You gasped, barely holding on.

That did it.

She lifted you with ease, set you on the counter, and yanked the shirt wide open — not caring about buttons, not caring about anything except seeing you sprawled, flushed, trembling for her.

She didn’t waste time and dropped to her knees again, tongue dragging a slow, sinful line up your thigh before she reached your dripping heat, devouring you like she’d been starving.

You broke apart in seconds, hips jerking, hands tangled in her hair, voice lost to the walls and fields and the wide-open night outside.

And even after she stood, breathless and wild-eyed, she didn’t stop. She kissed you deep — claiming you — and lifted you off the counter.

“We’re not done,” She growled, carrying you down the hallway like you weighed nothing. “Not even close.”

Moments later sometime after midnight, the room smelled like sweat and skin and summer rain still lingering on the breeze.

Your legs were tangled with Natasha’s, her hand resting low on your stomach, thumb tracing slow, lazy circles against your bare skin. The sheets were kicked halfway down the bed. Her body was still half on top of you, heavy and warm — grounding.

You could feel the rise and fall of her chest. Steady. Safe.

“I didn’t mean for it to go like that,” She mumbled, lips brushing your temple.

You turned your head, eyes still hazy. “You didn’t like it?”

The redhead huffed a laugh. “I loved it. But I meant… I wasn’t planning on losing my mind the second I saw you in my shirt.”

You smiled. “Then it’s my fault.”

She shifted onto her side, brushing a damp strand of hair from your cheek. “It’s your fault I’ve been walking around all week trying to be respectful, meanwhile thinking about bending you over every fence on this damn property.”

Oh.

You laughed softly while she leaned in again, this time slower, her kiss gentle. Not hungry. Not desperate. Just soft.

“I like how quiet it is here,” She whispered. “But I like you more.”

You tucked your face into her neck, smiling against her skin. “You’re gonna make me fall for you.”

Natasha held you tighter. “Too late. Already fallen.”

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The day hadn't even ended and Natasha's mind was running wild with thoughts of you.

It started with the damn shorts.

You’d worn them on purpose — cut-off denim that barely passed for legal and a tied-up flannel that left very little to the imagination.

You knew exactly what you were doing when you bent over in front of the fence (said fence she'd mentioned just last night), pretending to check the wire right across from where Nat worked, arching your back just enough.

The sun was hot. The sky was cloudless. And you could feel Natasha’s gaze sear into you from halfway across the field.

You'd thought it was a great idea to toy with her today, not even bothering to stop when she was in the presence of your dad.

You were always passing around, teasing, all acting innocent.

You didn’t have to look to know she was staring. You felt it like pressure on your skin.

“You’re really testing me, sweetheart,” Her voice came from behind — low, strained, full of warning, making you smirk.

As you straightened, slow, cocky, to face her, you feigned pure innocence. “I’m just working.”

Natasha didn’t buy it for a second.

The second you turned around, she was there, grabbing your hips, walking you backward until your back hit the wood of the fence with a dull thud. Her breath was hot, heavy, and furious against your cheek.

“You think I didn’t notice?” she growled. “Those shorts, that shirt. Bending over like that. What are you trying to do to me?”

“I don’t know what you mean.”

Wrong move.

Her hand shot to your throat — not squeezing, just holding. Commanding. The other slipped under the hem of your shorts, fingers pressing into the soft, warm skin of your ass.

“Nat—”

She silenced you with a kiss that left no room for teasing — open-mouthed, tongue, teeth, all hunger and pent-up frustration. She kissed like she was claiming territory, biting at your bottom lip as her fingers pushed past the denim, past your underwear, past your composure.

“You get off on this?” She rasped, voice rough in your ear as you panted, a pleased grin on your lips. “Getting me worked up in the open, where anyone could see?”

“You mentioned taking me over the fence some days ago.” You replied, already breathless, as she fiddled with the zipper of her pants. “I'm just helping your wish to come true.”

She tugged your shorts down just enough, lifting one of your legs to hook around her hip. The fence creaked behind you, the wood rough at your back. But you barely noticed — not with the way she slid her dick inside you in one motion, slow and thick, one hand braced beside your head and the other gripping your thigh tight enough to bruise.

“Fuck,” Natasha groaned, thrusting deep. “So wet. Were you waiting for this?”

You clawed at her shoulders, gasping as each roll of her hips sent heat spiraling through your body.

“For what do you think earlier's show was ?”

She was relentless — thrusting hard enough to shake the boards, grounding you with her strength, her body, her voice.

“You tease me like that again,” She hissed as she pounded hard into you , “and I’ll take you right here every time.”

Her pace quickened, the slap of skin against skin muffled only by your moans and the wind. It was messy. Hot. So damn risky.

And you were addicted.

She pulled out of you and before you could even have time to complain, you were turned around, bent over and her cock was back inside of you.

If it weren't for her hands holding your hips tightly, you would've been face down the grass by now due to your knees that'd almost gave up.

“Fuck, yes, j-just like that..”

You moaned, your hands gripping the border of the fence to anchor yourself. Natasha took you, just like you wanted.

You came with a sob, body trembling as she drove you through it, holding you tight, whispering dirty promises into your ear even as she lost herself in you.

When she finally stilled, still inside you, breathing hard against your neck.

“Think the whole damn field heard us,” She muttered, grinning as she kissed the corner of your mouth, then your cheek, then the underside of your jaw.

“Serves you right,” You whispered back, teasing. “You’re the one who couldn’t keep it in your pants.”

Her teeth sank lightly into your shoulder, and you yelped.

She laughed. A real, bright, completely unguarded laugh.

But then — a voice cut through the air like a crack of thunder.

“Y/N! You out there, darlin’?”

It was your father.

Natasha’s body locked against yours like stone, her eyes wide. You slapped a hand over your mouth, biting back a curse.

“In the back pasture, fixing the gate!” you shouted, trying to sound casual, like you hadn’t just been railed against a wooden fence by your dad's dangerously hot co-worker.

The Russian, still very much inside you moments ago, looked like she was reconsidering every life decision that had brought her to this exact moment.

Boots crunched in the distance — your father’s. Getting closer.

You shoved at Natasha’s chest. “Go. Go!”

She practically dove into the nearest row of tall grass, tucking herself out of sight behind the shed. You yanked your shorts up in record time, yelping as the zipper caught your sensitive skin.

Your father appeared just over the ridge. “You okay?”

You forced a smile, “Yeah! Gate’s a little stubborn.”

He eyed you. “Your face’s all red.”

“Hot out,” You blurted.

He narrowed his eyes, then shrugged. “Well, come on back soon. We’re firing up the grill.”

“Be right there.”

He turned and walked away with a nod.

You waited until his footsteps were gone before the tall grass rustled — Natasha emerging like a gorgeous fox. Her shirt was unbuttoned, face smug.

“That was close,” She murmured.

You glared at her. “I hate you.”

She smirked, pulling you back into her arms. “No, you don’t.”

She kissed you again — sweet, lazy, full of trouble.

And you let her, even as you muttered, “You owe me so bad.”

“Good,” Nat whispered against your lips. “’Cause I was planning on working up an appetite before dinner anyway.”

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The sun was dipping low, casting the ranch in gold as smoke curled lazily up from the grill. Your dad was manning it like it was a battlefield, spatula in hand, cowboy hat slightly askew.

Your grandmother had set out the side dishes on the porch table, chatting with your aunt while your younger cousins chased each other barefoot across the grass.

And then there was Natasha — washed, changed, and acting like she hadn’t just had you gasping against a fence an hour ago. Her hair was damp from a quick shower, slicked back, revealing cheekbones sharp enough to cut. She wore worn jeans and a black tank top that clung just right, and when she smiled politely at your mom, you could almost believe she was innocent.

Almost.

You were standing beside the lemonade table when she sidled up next to you. Her hand brushed yours — deliberately, slow — and she didn’t look at you when she said, “Still sore?”

You choked on your drink.

Natasha chuckled under her breath and took a sip of her sweet tea like she hadn’t just whispered sin. Your aunt, Diane, turned toward the sound and smiled. “Natasha, how do you like ranch life so far?”

Nat didn’t miss a beat. “I’ve never been more… satisfied.”

Your face burned.

Your dad called everyone over for burgers, and Natasha stepped in like she’d always belonged, passing plates, laughing at your uncle Pete’s jokes, helping your little cousin tie her shoelaces. But every time she looked at you — that spark in her eye, the ghost of a smirk — it was a silent, unspoken promise: I’m not done with you yet.

Later, after dishes were cleared and the sky turned indigo, she tugged you by the hand toward the barn with a whispered, “Come on.”

The barn was quiet, cloaked in shadows and the warm hush of summer night.

The soft glow of old fairy lights strung above the rafters cast golden patterns over everything — the hay bales, the tools, the dust motes swirling in still air.

You didn’t even get a word out before Natasha pushed you gently against the barn door and kissed you like she hadn’t had her fill — like the entire day had just been foreplay for this.

Her hands were rough with callouses now —weeks on the ranch had seen to that— and they gripped your sides.

Her mouth moved from yours to your neck, then down, lips dragging across your collarbone with intent.

“Slow down, I'm not going anywhere, you know?” You chuckled.

“Thought about this all through dinner,” She murmured, pulling your shirt up and over your head in one smooth motion. “You, in that tight little tank top. Acting like you didn’t know exactly what you were doing.”

“And you, pretending to be sweet in front of my family. You’re evil.”

She grinned against your stomach. “You liked it.”

She kissed you then — not gentle, but needy. Desperate. All tongue and teeth and hands that couldn’t stay still. Your shirt was yanked up and over your head, tossed somewhere into the shadows, and her mouth was on your collarbone, your chest, biting just enough to make you shiver.

You moaned as her hand slid past the waistband of your underwear, finding heat and slick with a confident ease that made your knees weak.

“F-fuck…”

“I’ve got you,” she said low, her voice pure gravel, pure promise.

She turned you then, guiding you toward the nearest hay bale, and before you could fully process it, you were bent over it, fingers gripping the edge. Her body was flush against yours, and her other hand was already working open her belt, her breath hot against your neck.

“You sure you can stay quiet, sweetheart?” she whispered.

You nodded, barely.

Then she slid her dick into you — slow, sure, deep.

You bit your lip so hard it almost bled, a sharp cry caught in your throat. Her hands gripped your hips, anchoring you to her, guiding the rhythm. She rocked into you, the angle perfect, dragging pleasure through you in waves.

The sounds were obscene — wet, gasping, skin on skin — muffled only slightly by the barn’s thick walls.

She leaned over you, lips brushing your ear. “Still wanna tease me tomorrow? Wear those little shorts again?”

You whimpered, trembling under her.

She grinned, nipping your earlobe. “Didn’t think so.”

Her pace didn’t falter. She thrust deeper, rougher, but gentle, until you were bracing hard against the hay, your body a mess of sensation, clenching around her.

When you came after she did, it hit fast — a quake that left you breathless and shaking. She held you through it, still moving, coaxing every last wave out of you until you collapsed forward with a groan.

Natasha kissed your shoulder, then your neck, slowing down only after she’d chased her own high with a soft, broken growl against your skin.

You both stayed there for a moment — pressed together, panting, tangled up in sweat and heat and everything unsaid.

“Feel better?” You asked with a dazed smile.

She chuckled, pulling you close, her voice a velvet rasp. “You’ve got no idea.”

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You should’ve moved. You knew you should’ve moved — back to the house, to a bed, to the rest of the world waiting outside that old barn. But Natasha’s hand was drawing lazy circles on your lower back, her bare thigh tangled between yours, and you didn’t want to go anywhere.

Her voice broke the quiet, low and satisfied. “How do you always manage to look this good, even after i’ve wrecked you?”

You smirked, eyes fluttering shut as you nuzzled into her collarbone. “Modest this morning, aren’t we?”

She kissed your temple, lips grazing tenderly across your hairline. “I’m not wrong.”

“No,” you whispered, tracing your fingers along the edge of her ribs, “but if you keep talking like that, I’m never getting off this haystack.”

“That’s the plan.”

Natasha shifted, rolling you onto your back again with that effortless strength of hers. She leaned over you, her body warm and solid, her eyes dark but soft. She looked at you like she’d been starving and had finally been fed — but still wanted another bite.

"Slept nice?"

“I don’t think I've ever really slept,” You murmured, your voice low, teasing. “Someone kept me busy.”

Natasha chuckled, low and smug, her hand sliding over your waist, fingertips brushing a bruise she’d left near your hip. “You kept moaning my name like it was the only word you knew. You think I could sleep through that?”

You blushed, but you didn’t pull away—eyes tracing the mess of red hair, the way the morning sun lit her skin in amber. She looked devastatingly good like this — rumpled, content, still hungry in her gaze.

“You’re not sore?” You asked, quirking a brow.

The Russian smirked, “Baby, I can handle a few rounds in the hay.”

You rolled your eyes and laughed, then winced slightly as you moved. “God, we really didn’t stop.”

“Nope.” She stretched a little, groaning, then leaned down and kissed the inside of your thigh. “Not my fault you’re irresistible in denim shorts and mouthy comebacks.”

You tangled your fingers in her hair, tugging her closer. “We should probably go inside before someone finds us out here.”

“I want to see you again,” she said, voice rougher now, “feel you again. Slow this time. We’ve got time now, don’t we?”

Your breath hitched. “I thought you wanted peace and quiet on this farm.”

Her lips ghosted over your throat as she leaned back up. “I’ve got peace. You’re the quiet I like.”

Your heart did something traitorous then — flipped, full, needy. But there wasn’t time to process it, because her mouth was on your chest again, kissing every bruise she left the night before like a silent apology — or maybe a vow.

And then she sank down your body, slow and reverent. No teasing this time. No need. Just the heat of her breath against your thigh, her hands holding you like you were something sacred.

You arched as her tongue found you, already pulsing and tender, but eager for her again. Her name spilled from your mouth like prayer. She licked you slow, deep, thorough — drawing it out, savoring it, like she was determined to memorize every sound you made under her.

You came undone again, this time with a whimper and your fingers tugging tight in her hair. And even as you trembled, even as your vision blurred, she didn’t stop — didn’t let go — only kissed her way back up your body, wrapping herself around you again.

“I could die happy right here,” She whispered into your neck.

“Not yet,” You murmured, dazed. “I’m not done with you.”

She laughed then, low and rough and so turned on. “Then don’t be, baby.”

And the barn stayed quiet — except for the sounds only the two of you made, as the sun climbed higher, and morning became something entirely your own.

➪ next part.

#natasha romanoff #natasha x reader #black widow #natalia romanova #natasha smut #lesbian #wlw #wlw post #avengers #marvel #wlw smut #scarlett johansson #natasha romanoff x reader #natasha romanov

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yelenaslore · 2 days ago

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NATASHA ROMANOFF FICS

gold that’s in your eyes

you’ve known natasha romanoff since she first defected to shield, but it’s taken you years to realize that you’ve loved her since then too

fluff, hurt/comfort

midnights

just after midnight, when the world fades away, it’s just you and natasha that remain. or, in other words, you can hear it in the silence, you can feel it on the way home, you can see it with the lights out. you are in love.

fluff

black tee

natasha spends all morning looking for her favorite black t-shirt that you stole weeks ago

fluff

lemonade and sweet tea

smut, fluff

another of his kind

fluff, jeff the landshark

mama, it’s your day!

child!reader, fluff

childhood tradition

daughter!reader, teen!reader, fluff

natalie

you met natasha for the first time while she was undercover as natalie. you’re not overly fond of how your first meeting went.

fluff, stark!reader

sweating in the sheets

you forgot to ask for permission, looks like you don’t get to cum tonight

fluff, ddlg, dom/sub dynamics, x dom!bucky

diamond ring

you had a bad day at the office, and came home to natasha being the most well behaved girl for you

smut, dom/sub dynamics, daddy kink, au

expectations

natasha comforts you when her first time meeting your (toxic) parents goes south

fluff, hurt/comfort

comfort zone

natasha had never strayed away from her comfort zone, that was, until she met y/n l/n

fluff

call it what you want

a happy you and natasha through the eyes of the avengers

fluff, + yelena

an eccentric family reunion

a mission goes wrong and this turns out to be the perfect opportunity for you to meet your girlfriend's family

fluff

you can hear it in the silence

after months, you realize that natasha’s been telling you the three words you’ve come to yearn to hear from her. you just had to listen closely.

fluff

the grinch plus her two hearts

natasha isn’t a fan of christmas and you’re determined to change her mind.

fluff, christmas themes

i’ll always love you

after a bad mission nat takes care of the reader

hurt/comfort

study buddy

after crushing on you since freshman orientation, natasha finally gets the guts to ask you help you pass her postmodern lit midterm, to which you agree

smut, mommy kink, dom natasha, college au

part two. part three. part four. part five.

#natasha romanoff #natasha romanoff x reader #natasha romanoff comfort #natasha romanoff fluff #natasha romanoff angst #natasha romanoff smut

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whre4wanda · 11 hours ago

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Snap A Few Photos

*Mature content ahead*

G!P Natasha (not sorry), Dom!Natasha x Sub!Reader, unprotected sex, edging, oral (both), overstimulating, breeding kink, spitting, picture taking, brief fingering, praising, degrading, masturbation, teasing, rough sex.

Summary- Natasha thinks she's smart for participating in 'No nut November', so you get back at her by making it pure hell for her.

Your pov:

The avengers squad was crowded on separate couches, some still sipping on the drinks they had from the party that was just buzzing a few hours ago while others just sat with bottles of water. Tony and Thor were currently arguing about something that amused both you and your girlfriend who you were currently cuddled up against on one of the serpate couches. You sighed in content, enjoying the warmth she provided and the useless banter from your teammates and friends.

"Yeah well it's a stupid concept. Why would you want to partake in that."

"To see if you can last man." Tony grumbled and Thor shook his head.

"I just think that this human thing, what do you call it again?"

"No nut November."

"Yes that, it's stupid. Why would you want to go without sex for thirty days just to win a bet or to partake in some dumb trend. You humans are weird" You laughed at Thors expression, yet you agreed with what he said, he did have a point.

"It's called having self control, you demigod."

"I agree with Tony." Natasha said and you turned to her with a raised brow.

"You do? Why?"

"I don't know, I guess it's to see if you have self control. I mean not everything is sex right? Besides, it can also give some couples that emotional connection that they didn't have before."

"Yeah I mean I get it, but thirty days, seems excessive to me, don't you think?"

"It's not that bad." She shrugs while taking a sip of her drink. You snort and the redhead arches her brow.

"As if you would last." You mumble and she furrows her brows.

"Oh? And what does that mean?"

"You know very well what I mean Nat. I doubt you'd last thirty days." Natasha let's out a throaty chuckle while placing her drink down.

"Oh detka. I could very much last a month, in fact care to make this interesting."

"Sure, let's make this interesting."

"One month. No sex at all. And if I win -no actually scratch that- When I win, you'll do as I say for a month."

"Okay and when I win, well you know what I want." The redhead smirks at your offer before nodding her head.

"Deal."

"See Tony, see how stupid this is?" Thor remarks but Tony shakes his head.

"Stupid? This is a miracle. Our ears can finally catch a break from all the excessive noises."

"Hey don't be jealous man, at least we don't go for 7 minutes only." Tony's jaw slacks at your comment, which causes everyone to break out in laughter.

"Seven? Make that three." Pepper mumbles which makes the entire team, except Tony, laugh.

"Ha ha. So funny." He responds sarcastically before Steve pats his back apologetically.

Now, you had formulated a great idea in your head. If Natasha was going to participate in "No nut November" then you were going to make it hell for her in payback for all the teasing she's done to you. It was time for her to get a taste of her own medicine, and you weren't planning on going easy on her.

Which is why you had dragged your best friend, Wanda, along with you to the mall.

"Why are we doing this again?" She asked as she watched you pick up very revealing sets in the Victoria's secret store.

"Payback."

"I thought you two were doing the challenge."

"Oh no, she is. I am not. And this way, I get to play with her until she cracks, which I know she will."

"You seem pretty confident with your idea."

"I am." you placed one final set into her hand before picking up a set of crotchless panties.

"Now you see, this is how I get her to crack." You mumble, more to yourself as you examine the red underwear.

"And what exactly is your plan here? Walk around with these lingerie sets?"

"That and I was thinking about boudior photos since our anniversary is coming up soon."

"Boudiour?" You hum, while you examine the thin material that was in your hand.

"We once spoke about it. Nat said she was into it but after that we never really spoke about it again. She must have forgotten about it. Besides, I might as well take inspiration from Sabrina Carpenter's song 'Juno' right?" Wanda snorts before placing everything down onto the counter.

"You know, I also heard that pheromone perfume helps." She jokes but you nod your head.

"See, now you're catching my drift." You say which makes Wanda shake her head with a grin.

"Alright y/n, I want you to get comfortable on the pillow and just do any pose for me." Larry said as he wiped the lesne of his camera. You situated yourself down onto the floor, laying on your side with your legs parted, one knee bent while the other was stretched out.

"There we go, that's perfect! Lift your leg up a bit and yes perfect!" He snapped a couple of photos, before you got up to change into a different set.

Now situated onto your back with a different set of lingerie on, you placed yourself onto your back, while lifting your legs up into the air.

"Try and arch your back just a little bit more for me. Yes, that's perfect doll." You did as he said before you changed into a different position, then a few more afterwards. The afternoon was filled with continuous laughter as you changed into different sets. You felt comfortable and confident with Larry as he cheered you on and gushed about how perfect you were.

"Honey, with a body like that, you could quit avenging and get into modeling." He joked as you stood up after the final shoot. You smiled at his remark, rolling your eyes too before stepping out to chanage into more comfortable clothing.

"Alright, how do they look?" You asked as you fixed the sweater you had just put on before standing next to him to get a peek from the camera.

"Honey please, Nat might be stubborn at times, but she definitely won't know what hit her once she sees these." You let out a small laugh while shaking your head.

"I don't know."

"Trust me. I know what I'm talking about."

"Since you're so sure of yourself, I trust you then."

"You can come pick them up a week from now."

"Alright thanks again and say hi to John for me." You grin widely before giving your friend a hug and leaving the studio.

Walking into yours and Natasha's shared bedroom, you placed your bag down before walking further inside the quiet room. Upon not seeing your girlfriend, your only assumption was that she was in the shower, which to you was an opportunity presenting itself. So quietly, you stepped into the en-suite bathroom, before stripping out of all your clothes.

Natasha was still oblivious to your presence, so you slipped into the shower with the redhead before wrapping your arms around her waist. Natasha hummed and you kissed her shoulder blade.

"Where were you today, I missed you."

"Just went out to the mall." Natasha hums and you move all of her hair to the side, so you could place your chin on her shoulder.

"And what were you up to?"

"Mission reports, which by the way I'm goi-"

Natasha is cut off from finishing her sentence once she feels your hand gently stroke her cock.

"Y/n, what are you doing?"

"Nothing."Natasha bites back a moan, her firm hands placed on top of yours to stop any further movements. The redhead turns around, before giving you a dangerous look, one that could have you six feet under. You bat your eyes innocently while tilting your head to the side.

"Whats wrong Natty?"

"Whatever you're planning won't work."

"Whatever do you mean Natty?" She huffs, and you slowly get down onto your knees. The woman swallows harshly, hands grabbing onto the wall for support.

"Y/n." She says warningly, but you knew her all too well. How dumb would she be to pass off getting some head from you?

"Yes?"

"Don't."

"Don't what?" You say, hand already stroking her length before licking the tip. The woman moans, head thrown back in pleasure as her hands pull your hair.

"Y/n, s-." You lower your head down before you begin bobbing your head up and down while your hands stroke the parts that your throat couldn't reach. The woman bucked her hips and you gagged around her before removing your mouth but still stroking her cock. Your lips attach around her tip, where you continue to lick and suck it before lowering your mouth onto her length once again.

"Fuck." Natasha is now panting and you moan once you see the blissful look on her face. The hot water running down the both of you, her moans, and the room fogging up even more is enough to have your pussy clenching around nothing.

"This isn't fair." She mumbles while her hips unconsciously thrust up into your mouth.

"You said no sex, I'm not giving you sex." You tease before going back to sucking her off.

Just when you know she's close, you part from her before smiling and getting up.

"I'll let you get back to your shower then." You grin, especially at the state your girlfriend was currently in. All disheveled and desperate, but it was her idea in the first place.

"What a fucking tease." The redhead mumbled as she watches you sway your hips once you left the shower.

You walked into the gym with your bag and water bottle in your hand. Your girlfriend had already been working out, and it seemed like she was about to start another set of exercises. You placed all your stuff onto the nearby bench before you walked over to the treadmill.

For a while, you watched Natasha excwrise. The look of concentration on her face, the sweat that was trailing down her neck and god her muscles! You were surprised you didn't fall off the treadmill. One would assume that Natasha was the one suffering but you were in fact worse than her. I mean, Natasha had composure, you didn't. And even though you could still technically fix the ache in between your legs, it just wasn't the same if your girlfriend wasn't the one doing it. Man you were horny.

"Hey do you wanna spar?" You asked once Natasha finished a set. She moved a strand of hair away from her face, before nodding.

"Sure." You walk over to the ring, your girlfriend following just behind you before she gets in the ring too. You then slipped off the jersey you were wearing, and you smiled to yourself once you got the reaction you wanted from the redhead.

"Okay, what should we start with?" You asked innocently, as if your cleavage was not in your girlfriends face. Natasha cleared her throat, darting her attention anywhere but on your breasts.

"How about the normal routine? Let's see if your form has improved." She says and you get into fighting position.

Natasha managed to knock you down which causes you to topple over. You huff before standing up and sending her a glare.

"You're pulling your punches." She warns and you only scoff.

"Let's just go again." So you both went again, she manages to knock you over a couple more times, and same goes for you until you both end up tumbling onto the floor, with you on top of her.

"Well doesn't this just bring back fond memories." You say as your hands plant themselves onto her shoulder.

"Y/n, get off of me." She warns and you smirk, hips already moving in circular motions.

"Oh come on Nat, don't pretend like you don't miss being inside of me. Just let go and I could take you to a whole other world." You tease with a seductive grin and Natasha could already feel herself hardening.

Even with a lust clouded mind, Natasha still had enough control to move you off of her body, setting you next to her before standing up.

"You're no fun." You huffed out and she sent you a glare before walking out of the ring. Damn, she was going to be a tough one to crack.

Natasha sat on the bed with a book in her hand. Her reading glasses perched up just above her nose while she paid little to no attention to you. Sure, she wondered why you just disappeared into the bathroom for so long but she decided not to pry too much on it, instead, she was too focused on the passage she was reading.

The only thing that manged to pull her attention away from her book was the sight of your legs covered in the sheer fabric of panty hose along with the very expensive heels she had gifed you a long time ago. Keep your eyes down. She muttered this mantra in her head, knowing that if she dared to look up, she'd be captivated and seduced by you.

"Like what you see love? You can always look up you know." The sound of your voice was so devious, so cruel and yet so seductive. This was all carefully curated, she thought to herself and the sound of your voice coaxed her to finally look up. Big mistake.

"What do you think Natty?" You asked in that innocent voice of yours. Natasha's mouth went dry. Absolutely dry.

She looked at the new purple set that adorned your skin. god you looked so edible. Natasha darted her tongue out to lick her lips as you walked closer to her. She wanted nothing more than to reach out and touch you, to have you whimpering for her, to put you in your place but she couldn't. She'd brought this upon herself and she was going to have to stay strong to prove her point.

But the way you flicked your hair to the side, and the way your skin glowed under the light, it was so alluring. You turned around to give her a show and you were clearly enjoying it with the big grin that was plastered on your face. Everything looked so good and your entire body was practically calling for her. From your tits, to your pretty face and to your ass. Natasha bit on her lip before looking down at her book.

"You look nice." Was all she muttered, as she tried to pay attention to the words. But she couldn't. Not with the sight of you imprinted in her mind.,

"Seriously Nat? That's it. Nice?"

"I don't know what you want me to say." She shrugged her shoulders and you scoffed before heading into the bathroom. Natasha let out a sigh, she was so needy. At this point, one touch from you would send her tumbling over the edge.

"Just one more week."

"These look fucking great." You exclaimed as you eyes scanned through the photos.

"Tell me something I don't know." Larry smirked and Wanda peeked over your shoulders to see the pictures that were in your hand.

"My god where have you been hiding your ass y/n?" You laughed as Wanda grabbed the pictures out of your hand. She examined the pictures for a while before you took them back from her with a small chuckle.

"Alright, that's enough." You turned to your friend and gave him a warm hug before smiling.

"Thanks again Larry. I love them."

"No problem. And tell Natasha I say hi."

"Will do. Bye." You led Wanda out of the studio before you both made your way back to your car.

"Now what?"

"Now, since Natasha is going on her mission, I place these in her bag so that whenever she opens her bag, she's got a glorious surprise waiting for her."

Wanda sits back in her seat while shaking her head and you arch a single brow.

"What?"

"I hope whatever you've planned works."

"It will, trust me."

Natasha groaned as she trudged through her room, a hand pressed against the now forming bruises on her hip. She let out a relieved sigh as she finally sat down onto the bed, her shoes falling off soon after. She needed a shower to wash off all the dirt that had been gathered from the mission. She reached for her backpack and she ruffled for a while before pulling our her towel and toiletries before placing them onto the bed.

She was about to zip up her bag until she spotted a book inside the bag with a small note.

Have fun on your mission ;)

She gathered that it was from you by the handwriting and she wondered what the book contained. With all the strength that she had left, she pulled the book out and opened the first page.

"Enjoy and don't be afraid to let go baby." She read the words with a small frown before paging over.

And there you were, ass up in the air, a mischievous smirk plastered on your face as you looked back at the camera.

"Yebat." Natasha mumbled as she scrolled through the various steamy pictures. She could feel all the blood rushing to her cock, and christ she wanted nothing more than to be inside you right now.

Her eyes stayed focus on your face. Oh your beautiful face that was so expressive whenever she fucked you, your eyes that would roll back when you were cumming or your lips. Oh your lips. The sweet sounds that would tumble out of your mouth or the warmth that would envelop her whenever you sucked her off.

And then her eyes drifted down to your tits, one of her favorite parts of your body that she truly cherished. And your ass? Another of her favorite. The older woman closed the book with a huff. Now it made sense.

"Ty khitraya devchonka, ne tak li?"

(You're a sneaky girl, aren't you)

She thought to herself and at that moment, her phone had started ringing. With her thumb, she swiped the answer button before she spotted your face.

"Hi Natty." Your mischief filled voice rang in the quiet of her room.

"I see you got my gift." You teased and she rolled her eyes.

"You're going to be sorry once this is over."

"Really? Huh." You blinked a couple of times, feigning innocence as you spoke again.

"I don't regret it though, besides you liked it, didn't you?"

"Of course I did." She answered, wearily of the position of your phone.

"You know, I miss you." You started as you positioned your phone, so that your top half was showing.

"A lot."

"You do don't ya?" She teases to which you reply with a hum.

"Mhm." But what catches Natasha's attention is the way you pull a string that unravels your shirt and before you know it, your chest is bare in front of the camera.

With a hum, your hand disappeared down to in between your thighs but Natasha couldn't see anything. But with the raise of your chest and the flutter of your eyes, she could tell what was happening.

"god I miss your mouth on me, your fingers in me...you fucking me, just filling me up to the brim." You say as your fingers work inside of you.

Natasha swallows, her own heart thumping as she listened to you go on.

"Don't you miss being inside me Natty? Don't you miss the feeling of just letting go and cumming. On me or in me." You tease and Natasha watches in silence as you bring yourself closer to the edge.

"I'm so close Nat, fuck do you hear that?" You ask referring to the wet sloshing sounds of your pussy. Normally you'd be too embarrassed whenever your girlfriend teased you about it but now you couldn't even be bothered, not with the way she was looking at you.

"I'm so wet for you. So fucking wet." Natasha's lips part and she can imagine all of it. Her fingers inside your wet pussy, the taste, the warmth.

"Fuck, fuck!" A loud moan falls from your lips as you near your orgasm. And soon you pull your fingers out, bringing them up to the screen and sucking them clean.

"Bye." And just like that, you hung up the phone, leaving the redhead to deal with the image of you fucking yourself.

2 more days.

Natasha was bummed to say the least. After her mission ended, she had to come back to an empty room because you had to leave for a mission of your own. To add on to that, you would only be back on the second of December. Heart-wrenching. She thought to herself as her eyes wandered around the room.

The sound of knocking on the door caught her attention and Tony opened the door before peeking inside.

"Thought I'd mention that I'm having a party tomorrow." He mumbled and she nodded her head.

"Cool."

"I must say, I'm surprised you lasted thirty days." He mumbles and Natasha arches her brow.

"Why?"

"With all the countless teasing, and the eye fucking, I'm surprised we didn't find you two at it like a bunch of rabbits in the training room or the pantry like last time. You're not bad Romanoff."

"Is that supposed to be a compliment?"

"Take it how you want to take it. Just go easy on us after tomorrow night."

"No promises. Now get out of my room." Tony raises his hands in surrender before walking out of yours and Natasha's room.

The party was bustling, people socializing with one another while Tony made a fool of himself near the bar area.

"And I say boom you looking for this." Rhodey says while laughing and Natasha gives him an unamused look.

"You know, l-like boom looking for-"

"Was that supposed to be funny?" She cuts him off from finishing his ridiculous story and he shakes his head in disbelief.

"Why do I even bother with you." Rhodey sighs before leaves an unamused Natasha and Clint together.

Natasha takes a sip of her drink as her friend watches her.

"You all right Nat? You seem oddly quiet."

"Yeah I am, I just... Hold on let me get this." She says referring to the phone that was currently vibrating in the pocket of her suit jacket.

"Hey baby."

"Hey Nat, could you do me a favor please?"

"Sure, what's up?"

"I need you to go up to our room and get me a file in my drawer. I think I left it there and it's really important."

"Alright, sure." She hands Clint the half filled drink before walking off.

Taking the shorter route to your shared room, Natasha asks you a couple of questions about the mission which you gladly answer.

"Are you almost there?"

"Yeah, just a sec." She mumbles and you give her a second.

When Natasha opens the door, she's stunned. Beyond stunned to see your figure sitting on your shared bed.

"Surprise." You say with a grin plastered on your face. The woman's mouth is agape as she stares at you.

"Well I must say I'm not surprised you lasted thirty days. Might as well come claim your prize, right? It's only fair isn't it baby?" You ask as you spread your legs slightly and the woman is ready to pounce on you as she stares at the red lingerie set and a red robe that adorned your body. Her favorite color.

And remember when you bought those specific crotchless panties about three weeks ago? Well with the look the redhead was currently giving you, it was definitely worth all the money you spent.

Natasha's pushes the door of your bedroom with her leg shut before she makes her way over to you. You look up at the woman, giving her a dopey grin as she lowers her head down to kiss you.

"Well isn't this the best sight to be met with." She says and you chuckle. Your hands wrap around the redheads neck as you deepen the kiss, the both of you moaning at the ferocity of the kiss.

Natasha has you leaning onto your back but you stop her by pushing her back and standing up. She gives you a questioning look and you smirk before you pull her by her tie and push her back onto the bed so she is lying down. Natasha licks her lips, watching as you take her pants and underwear off. You then grab onto her cock, rubbing the tip slightly which has her sighing in pleasure.

You don't waste any time. Soon your mouth is on her, giving her the sloppiest head that has her groaning and clenching the sheets. You can tell she's close to cumming so you pull away from her which makes her huff.

"Can't cum Natty, it's not twelve am yet and you wouldn't wanna lose the bet just when you're about to win, would ya? Just four more minutes."

Again, you tease her, your hand stroking her length as you lick her tip. She shudders as you take her fully before repeating the motions.

"Mhm so close. Just one more minute." The seconds are driving her insane but when she feels your hand fasten it's pace, she can't help but grab your hair into a ponytail to fuck your mouth.

"Fuck." You hum around her, doing the best you can to take her and the woman throws her head back as she cums into your mouth and fuck it felt so so good. You hummed again, relishing in the taste of her. You missed it. All of her and she missed you. All of you. You separate from her, a string of saliva still connecting you to her and you smile.

"Guess you win Nat." you exclaim and Natasha flips the both so you so easily, so that you're laying on the bed.

"You have been so bad." She starts as she discards herself of her suit jacket and dress shirt.

"All you did was act like a whore for the past four weeks. Walking around with these." She pulls the strap of your bra before letting it go so it snapped against your skin and you let out a small gasp.

"Touching yourself and sending me those slutty pictures."

"But you liked them."

"I'm talking detka." She tuts disapprovingly and you look away.

"Sorry daddy."

"Sorry won't get you out of this one. Besides I did win right. So I'm going to enjoy my prize but first I think I need to fuck that attitude right out of you."

Natasha's hands pry your legs apart before she lowers her head down to your pussy. She's not wasting a single second, instead she dives right in, eating your pussy like a starved women. And indeed, she had been starved from your sweet nectar.

"Oh fuck!"

"I missed how you taste. So fucking sweet." She rasps, her tongue licking up your slit before moving to suck your clit. The way she was handling you was so... intoxicating, borderline animalistic.

She gripped onto the flesh of your thighs, pulling your closer so that she could eat you out better, tasting you, just feeling you whole. Natasha moaned into your pussy, the vibrations of her moan shooting up your body like a bolt of electricity. Natasha lapped at your cunt, relishing in the sweet taste of your pussy. She spread your pussy apart, spat on it then inserted two fingers inside of you. You let out a scream that had her smirking from in between your thighs.

"That good huh?"

She fingered you for a brief amount of time because soon your legs were shaking as you were nearing the edge.

"Cum for me baby, come on let go." Your eyes rolled back as you were overcome with this overwhelming orgasm. She continued to fuck you with her tongue, greedily licking all of your juices until she slowed her movements. You really really missed the feeling of her mouth and fingers. You gave Natasha a hazy grin which she returned with a peck on your lips. The moment was short loved because soon she was flipping you onto your stomach, pressing her body onto yours.

"Four weeks of your torture. You thought I'd let you get away with it. But I didn't and now I'm going to fuck you until you're begging and crying for me to stop." You wiggle your ass, purposefully moving against her length and she delivers a harsh slap onto your ass.

"Impatient aren't you? You are so lucky I don't have time to edge you and tease this pussy of yours but we'll have enough time for that tomorrow and the many days after."

Natasha's hands finally remove the robe that you were wearing and her eyes widened as she looked at the brand new tattoo on your lower back.

"Pretty right?" You asked, feeling her fingers trace over the ink.

"You really want to kill me, don't you?" You let out a half hearted chuckle before Natasha pulls you back by your hair so that your back is pressed against her front.

"You're so fucking beautiful." She mumbles in your ear and she can feel your wetness dripping onto her cock.

"I'm gonna fuck this pretty pussy of yours so good." You let out a muffled sound as she slowly inserts herlsef inside of you, slowly stretching your pussy out.

"You're so tight baby, fuck, spent thirty days without being in this fucking pussy. Won't ever do it again."

"Nat-"

"You missed me? You missed me fucking this pussy huh?"

"Yes!"

"Say it."

"I missed you fucking me dumb Nat."

"Yeah?" You nod as you feel her move her hips, hitting the right spots inside of you.

"Mhmm fuck, you feel so good Nat!"

Natasha speeds her movements inside of you and all you can do is take the way she fucks you while letting out small moans.

"Yes yes yes! Please don't stop-" The woman let's go of your hair, and you fall down onto your stomach feeling Natasha dig into your pussy. Her hands find your hips while her thrusts speed up. The sound of skin slapping and the both of your moans bounces off the walls of the bedroom.

"So fucking sexy." She mumbles as your ass moves while she fucks into you. She can't help herself when she grabs her phone, pressing the camera app to take a picture. You can feel her slowing down her movements which makes you whine in frustration.

"No, no, no detka, continue doing that, you're doing so good. Fuck yourself for me so I can record every single thing. Yes, keep moving just like that, fuck. So gorgeous."

Natasha is mesmerized to say the least, with the way your ass is moving against her, the feeling of your velvety walls taking her cock, suffocating it, she's hooked and she can't help but snap many photos and a little video of you fucking yourself against her like a pathetic little bitch in heat.

"I'm c-cumming." You croak out and she pulls out before thrusting into your pussy, hitting the deepest depths of your cunt.

You cum around her cock with a cry. Natasha pulls you up by your hair again to press kisses against your neck before biting the flesh there. She then sneaks her arm around your waist, pulling your tits out of the confinement of your bra.

"So pretty." She husks in your ear as she plays with your nipples. You can feel yourself getting sensitive but you don't want her to stop. Not yet.

"I want you to ride me baby, think you can do that f'me?" A slow nod and Natasha smiles before placing herself next to you. You position your hips over her body before aligning your soaking wet center with her length.

"Shit." A shuddered breath escapes your lips as you lower yourself down onto her cock.

"You're so big Nat."

"Uh huh, but you can take it. I know you can, it's your dick right?" And you do take her, your hips move on their own accord and you ride her with so much determination.

"god I just wanna breed this pussy. Just fill you up until all you feel is me. You'd like that wouldn't you baby? To feel me for the next few days?" You can only nod your head, too fucked out to talk before you lower down to kiss her. The kiss is nothing short of passion. Teeth clashing as your hands wrap around her neck, pulling her impossibly closer to you. All you just wanted was to feel Natasha and you were. Everywhere. Even in such steamy moments, you could still find the linger of passion and tenderness from her longing looks and her movements. You really loved this woman.

Natasha's hands grab your ass as her own hips thrust upwards and you bury your head into the crook of her neck.

"Listen to that, you're just so wet.". She chuckles referring to the wet sloshing sounds of your pussy and you don't look up, your head still buried in her neck.

"Oh malysh, don't be so embarrassed, it's the best sound ever." You can feel another orgasm approaching and this time Natasha's finger rub against your sensitive clit.

"Nat please-"

"Please what baby? What are you begging for. Tell me." Tears are streaming down your face as you continue to ride Natasha and soon you cum again.

Natasha pulls orgasm after orgasm out of you. At one point she picked you up and led you over to the side table, where she bent you down and fucked you mercilessly. Then you were pressed against the wall with Natasha on her knees, eating your pussy out again until you were literally shaking.

She made it her mission to fuck you dumb on every surface of the bedroom. And whenever she says something, she does it. She fucked you against the wardrobe, in front of the mirror then in the shower where she held you up with her strong arms and kept thrusting into your wet pussy while groaning into your ear. Your nails clawed at her back while her lips sucked and nipped at every inch of your skin.

The water dripped down both of your bodies, creating a steamy ambiance between you two. And there after she picked you up and set you down onto the bathroom counter. And she just kept fucking you, hitting your G-spot countless times while you kissed until you needed air. It was late at night, hell you were certain that it could be three am but you two didn't care. You were making up for all the lost time.

And somehow you had found yourselves on the floor, making out as you slowly rode the woman, not wanting to stop even though your legs were begging you to stop. You just couldn't, you missed Natasha that much, you needed her that much and you loved her that much.

The next morning, well, hours later you two woke up in a tangled mess of sheets. You chuckled slightly, body practically aching from the nights activities.

"Good morning Moya lyubov' " Natasha's voice woke you up and you smiled lightly.

"How do you feel?"

"Sore but so great." She chuckles lightly before sitting up.

"Well we shouldn't have slept on the floor."

"Not my problem, you're the one that fucked me on it."

"And I suppose its my fault?" She asks in a joking manner and you only nod your head.

"Join me for a bath?" You asked and she hummed.

So you two took a bath together, the both of you basking in the peaceful bliss of being in each other's arms. And when Natasha's fingers slowly slid across your pussy to fuck you slowly, you let her make you feel good, throwing your head back onto her shoulder, letting her fully control your body.

When the two of you finally emerged out of your room later that afternoon, you found the team huddled up in the kitchen, just having useless banter as per usual. And when Tony spotted you two, he whistled lowly making you roll your eyes.

"Break the bed didn't ya?" He joked and Natasha shot him a glare. Rhodey walked past Natasha and he eyed her back that was filled with many scratches.

"Your back." He mumbles and the woman arches her brow.

"Yeah? What about it?"

"Never mind." He backed away once he saw the serious look on your girlfriends face and you just pulled her arm.

"Damn did you suck the life out of her neck too." Carol exclaims as she examines the hickey you failed to cover up. You scoff before pushing her hand away from your neck.

"Can't walk without Natasha holding you up huh?" Rocket teased and you turned to look at him.

"Nothing will stop me from throwing you into that trash can over there."

"With what strength sugar, you can barely walk yourself." The team laughs and you two just roll your eyes before Natasha walks over to get a cup of coffee.

You sit down next to Wanda and opposite from Thor before he looks up at you.

"I must know, was it worth the thirty days lady y/n?" Thor asks and you glance at Natasha with a big grin plastered on your face.

"Totally worth it."

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Not like the storys, ending 2 | N.R

Basketball!Player!Natasha x Cheerleader!Reader

Warnings: 18+! MINORS DNI! Fingering, oral, praise

Word count: 1,6k

A/n: Bonus ending of the previous part!

Later that night, back in Natasha’s room, everything was quieter again. The fairy lights were on. A candle flickered low. Natasha was sitting on the bed, wearing sweats and an old hoodie, hair tied back loosely.

You stood across from her, arms crossed over your chest, brow raised. “I didn’t get to show off my new routine.” you said, mock-disappointed.

“Probably because you abandoned the team mid-performance..” Natasha teased, lips quirking.

“I was saving your ass.”

“You definitely weren’t saving the scoreboard.”

You stepped forward, smirking now. “Well.. I still think I deserve to show you.”

Natasha’s eyes narrowed, suddenly suspicious. “You’re gonna do it. Right now.”

You grinned. “You bet your bruised lip I am.”

You took a step back, rolling your shoulders. No music. No mat. Just carpet and dim lights. Natasha leaned back on her hands, already turning red. “If you start doing actual cheer moves right now I’m going to combust.”

“Don’t look then..” you said, voice lilting, playful.

“I’m begging you..” Natasha muttered, shielding her eyes dramatically. You just laughed, and started anyway.

You moved slowly at first. Arms up. Hips swaying. You didn’t do the full count or flips, just a fluid, slightly sultry blend of dance and motion, teasing enough to be flirtatious but still controlled.

Then, your eyes locked on Natasha’s. “You’re watching.” you said softly.

“I’m suffering..”

“You love it.”

Natasha groaned, flopping backward onto the bed. You stepped closer. Kept dancing, smaller now, slower. Shoulders rolling, eyes soft.

You crawled onto the bed. Over Natasha. Who was still lying there, very still, very quiet, breathing way too fast.

“Y/n.” she warned.

“Yes?”

“What are you doing?”

You leaned down, just enough that your breath brushed Natasha’s jaw. “Giving you a private show.”

And Natasha lost her mind. You barely had time to react before Natasha leaned in, slow, deliberate, and gently switched you underneath. You tumbled, soft laughter caught between you as your back hit the mattress. Natasha hovered just above you, one hand braced beside your head, the other resting on your waist like it had always belonged there.

Her hair framed her face, slightly tousled, and her green eyes were locked onto yours, studying you, reading every shift in your breath.

“Still sure?” she asked, her voice nothing more than a murmur, laced with heat but anchored in something real, something patient.

You nodded, cheeks warm. “I’m sure.”

Natasha smiled, soft and warm, but wicked at the edges. “You’re blushing.”

You gave a breathy laugh, eyes darting away. “You’re on top of me.”

“Mmhm. And you put me here.” Natasha dipped her head down just enough to brush her nose along your jaw. “All bold…playing your little game…”

Your hands found Natasha’s shoulders, fingers curling into the fabric of her shirt. “It worked, didn’t it?”

“It did.” Natasha murmured, lips brushing the skin beneath your ear. “But now…”

She kissed you, slow and deep, with a kind of reverence that made you melt into the sheets. And then another kiss, just under your jaw. And another, lower still, trailing down the column of your throat. Each one slower than the last, as if Natasha were trying to memorize every inch of you.

You arched slightly beneath her, a small whimper slipping free before you could stop it. Natasha smiled against your skin. “Nervous now?”

“N-No..” you whispered.

“That’s okay.” Natasha said, dragging her lips gently across your collarbone. “I’ll go slow.”

Her hands moved with care, sliding beneath the hem of your shirt, fingertips feather-light along your stomach. Your breath hitched, your hips shifting instinctively.

“Still good?” Natasha asked, pulling back just far enough to meet your eyes again.

You nodded, heart pounding. “Yeah…I just…I didn’t think you’d be this calm.”

Natasha smirked. “I’m not. I’m just good at hiding it.” She leaned in closer, voice dropping. “But now it’s my turn to drive you a little crazy.”

Her fingers moved to the waistband of your pants, eyes never leaving yours. She kissed you again, gentle, deep, while her hand slipped lower, slowly undoing the button, teasing it open with the same control she brought to the court.

Your breath came faster now, hands gripping the fabric of Natasha’s hoodie like it was the only thing anchoring you. Natasha’s mouth returned to your skin, tracing a slow path down your stomach, lips brushing softly as she spoke between kisses.

“You’re beautiful.” she murmured. “And so damn brave, thinking you could seduce me and walk away untouched.”

You laughed, breathless, the sound quickly turning into a sigh as Natasha’s hands began to ease your pants down, inch by inch.

Your fingers curled tighter into Natasha’s hoodie, tugging her closer without thinking. The fabric bunched in your fists as your eyes roamed over Natasha’s face, then down, clearly wanting more, even if the words stayed caught in your throat.

Natasha paused, feeling it, the subtle, almost shy tug, and smiled against your stomach.

“Got you.” Natasha chuckled, warm and low, and straightened up just long enough to pull the hoodie over her head in one smooth motion. Beneath it, she wore nothing but a snug black sports bra, her skin glinting under the soft light, her muscles still humming from the game.

Your breath hitched, and your eyes widened without meaning to. Natasha smirked, tossing the hoodie aside. “Now you’re the one staring.”

“I’m allowed..” you whispered, unable to look away. “You’re kind of…insanely hot.”

“Kind of?” Natasha raised an eyebrow, then leaned back down with a grin. “Guess I’ll have to try harder.”

Her fingers returned to the waistband of your pants, already half-undone, and this time she didn’t hesitate. She kissed her way down slowly, lingering at your hips, her touch light, teasing. Then, without a word, she hooked her fingers into the fabric and began to slide them down, slow, steady, unwrapping you like a gift she’d waited patiently to open.

You gasped softly, hips lifting to help, your blush deepening as you felt yourself being exposed, inch by inch. Natasha’s hands, so steady on the court, so confident with a basketball, were now reverent against your skin.

When the pants were gone, Natasha took a moment. She stayed there, her eyes drifting down, taking you in, but not in a hungry, overwhelming way. It was almost tender. Like she was savoring this moment not because she could, but because it meant something.

“You’re gorgeous..” she said quietly, voice low and breathy. You tried to hide your face in your arm, half-laughing, half-squirming. But Natasha wasn’t letting you off that easy.

“Hey.” she murmured, brushing your arm aside so she could look you in the eye. “You started this. Remember?”

Then she moved lower. Her mouth began its descent again, slower now, her lips grazing over your inner thigh, her hands gently urging your legs apart.

And then, finally, Natasha kissed you there, soft at first, exploring, teasing, tasting. You cried out, a soft, trembling sound that filled the room, your hips jerking before you could stop them.

Natasha didn’t stop. If anything, she smiled against you, fingers gripping your thighs to keep you close. Her tongue moved with skill and care, deliberate and slow, building pressure just enough to make you squirm and whimper, only to ease off again- dragging it out.

Your hands found her hair, threading through it with a desperate kind of reverence.

“Natasha..” you gasped.

And Natasha hummed in response, eyes fluttering closed, like she could already taste the way you were falling apart for her.

Your fingers tangled tighter in Natasha’s hair, hips trembling under the slow, devastating rhythm of her mouth. You could barely breathe, every nerve in your body lit up like sparks, your thighs twitching around Natasha’s shoulders as the sensation built and built and-

A sudden, sharp gasp escaped your lips, too loud. Natasha paused, just long enough to glance up with a sly glint in her eye.

“Shh.” she whispered, breath warm against your sensitive skin. “Unless you want my parents knocking.”

You whimpered, biting your knuckles, your eyes wide and wild with the effort to stay quiet.

“Good girl. ” Natasha murmured.

She kissed you again, slow and deep, and then moved back up, lips brushing against your flushed skin as she settled on top of you again. Your chest was rising and falling rapidly, your eyes dazed, and Natasha caught your mouth in a messy, breathless kiss.

While your lips tangled, Natasha’s hand slid between you, fingers tracing softly along your core, slick, trembling, so sensitive it made you jolt. You broke the kiss with a gasp, eyes flying open as Natasha’s fingers eased lower, then, gently- entered you.

The breath caught in your throat, your nails digging into Natasha’s bare back.

“Easy..” Natasha whispered immediately, her lips brushing against your cheek. “I’ve got you.”

She stilled her hand for a moment, letting you adjust, her thumb gently stroking your hip, grounding you. Then, slowly, she began to move again, shallow, careful strokes that made your whole body tighten and shudder.

“Oh my g-god..” you whispered, voice shaky and high.

Natasha kissed you again, deeper this time, swallowing your sounds as her fingers curled inside you-slow, rhythmic, maddening.

You clung to her like a lifeline, arms wrapped tight around her shoulders, fingers pressing into skin like you needed to hold something, or else come undone completely. Your legs wrapped instinctively around her waist, grounding yourself against the slow, deliberate motion of her fingers. Every movement was precise, like she’d studied you in secret, like she already knew what made you fall apart.

Natasha’s lips never strayed far from your skin, kissing your cheek, your jaw, your neck, murmuring soft things that made your toes curl.

“You feel so good..” she whispered, her voice dark and rough with restraint. “So warm for me.”

Your fingers trembled against her back, helpless now. “Don’t stop..!” you breathed, the words barely a whisper, like a prayer.

“I won’t.” she promised, kissing your collarbone. “Not until you’re shaking.”

And she meant it. Her fingers found a rhythm that bordered on sinful, slow enough to torture, deep enough to make your eyes roll back. Every time you bucked your hips, every twitch, every whimper, she adjusted, coaxed, teased. Her other hand came up to cup your cheek, thumb brushing along your bottom lip.

“You’re so close already, aren’t you?” she said, eyes half-lidded and utterly focused on you.

You nodded, breath catching. “Yes, yes, yes..”

Natasha’s breath hitched, like she couldn’t believe how sweet you sounded begging for her. She pressed her forehead to yours. “Come for me.” she murmured, kissing the corner of your mouth. “Come on, I’ve got you.”

Your whole body tensed, back arching, thighs trembling, and the release hit you like a wave crashing through every nerve ending. You gasped, eyes fluttering shut, and Natasha swallowed the sound with a kiss so tender, it almost undid you again.

She didn’t stop right away. She kept moving slowly, easing you down, holding you close as you trembled beneath her. Her fingers eventually stilled, but her mouth never stopped, pressing soft, grounding kisses to your lips, your neck, your temple.

When you could finally breathe again, you opened your eyes to find her watching you, utterly undone herself, eyes dark and reverent. You reached up, tracing your fingers through her hair, gently pulling her down until she was resting against your chest, both of you still catching your breath.

For a while, neither of you moved. The only sound was your breathing, slow and tangled together, the candle still flickering low in the corner. But you could feel it, how badly Natasha was holding herself back.

You turned your head, lips brushing her ear. “Now it’s my turn.”

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natromilf · 6 hours ago

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overprotective natasha 🙊

Hey, I was wondering if you are still going to write for Natasha Romanoff x reader. If you are, imagine something where the avengers don’t know that they are together, until one of them (maybe Tony because he talks too much) sees reader with hickies and messy hair early in the morning after an intense night 🤭. And then maybe Natasha would be wondering why she’s taking so long away and comes in after. 🤭🤭🤭🤭

⁀➷ Classified // Natasha Romanoff x F!Reader

Summary: A quiet night at Avengers Tower turns into something much more intimate when secrets begin to unravel—and nothing stays hidden forever.

Requested by: I'm so sorry it's taken me so long to write! I've actually had this drafted for months and months, but I'm so glad to finally get around to finalising it.

Tags: 18+ readers only, smut, soft dom!Nat, sub!reader, doctor reader, secret relationship, marking (hickeys), hair pulling, minor injuries, fingering, oral, praise kink, protective nat, power play

Words: 2.4k

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Restocking the medical supplies was usually a monotonous task that dragged endlessly. Today, however, you completed the task with the precision of someone trying not to think about worst-case scenarios.

Gauze, antiseptics, sutures—each item slid into place like it could stop your hands from shaking. The mission was supposed to be routine—in and out. But they were late. No one had heard a word from the jet in hours.

While wiping down the already sterile and clean surface for the tenth time in the last two hours, you tried to avoid your colleagues’ quizzical looks, but your phone buzzed.

Heart thudding painfully in your chest, you snatched it up.

Natasha. Thank fuck.

You answers, relief flooding your chest. “Romanoff.”

“Mm”, came her voice, low and sultry. “I love it when you call me that. Makes me feel like a bad girl.”

Turning your back on the other doctors and nurses in the room, you tried to act casual, ignoring her remarks that had already caused heat to creep up your neck at her teasing. “How can I help you, Miss Romanoff? Are you in need of some medical assistance?”

Natasha laughs lightly down the phone at your professional response. “I need you to come to my room and check on me. My face has been missing its home between your legs.”

Her words caused an immediate reaction between your legs, your core tightening with arousal. Coughing to release some pent-up frustration, you tried to casually answer, “Your left knee? It hurts? Can you come to the hospital level, or do you need me to come to you?”

“You can come alright. I’m in my room. Alone.”

“I’ll be there shortly with my medical supplies.”

“That’s my girl.” The line went dead.

Pocketing your phone while turning to your colleagues, you tried to explain that you needed to attend to Black Widow’s knee. Slinging a medical bag over your shoulder, you tried to walk and not run like you wanted to out of the medical bay and into the elevator.

When stepping onto Avengers’ personal floor, you could see no other individual. Tentatively, you knocked once on her door before entering.

The room was dimly lit, and soft orange light from the setting sun cast through the ceiling-to-floor windows. Natasha, beautiful as ever, stood near her bed in just a sports bra and leggings. Her red hair was still damp from a quick shower, and the room was sweet from the scent of her body wash.

Those fierce green eyes clash with yours as you close the door.

“Shirt off”, she commands, her tone light but firm.

Blinking in response, you remark whilst dropping the bag onto the floor. “I thought I was here to check on you, baby.”

Natasha gives you her signature smirk. “You are. But I’ve missed you. And you’re wearing too many clothes for that, even though I love seeing you in those scrubs.”

Still, you stepped toward her first, fingertips brushing against her bare stomach that tensed at the action as you stared at the discoloured bruise along her left side. All excitement had quickly manifested into worry.

“How’d you do this?”

“Threw a guy over a railing. He didn’t go quietly. You know how it is.”

You sigh, pressing your palm gently over the bruised skin, checking how significant the bruising is. The lack of reaction from Nat was reassuring; you knew that her pain tolerance was higher than most of the US population.

“You need to rest. Ice. Maybe you shouldn’t be on your feet.”

She leans in, her voice a purr against your ear. “Then you’ll just have to keep me in bed, won’t you, Doc?”

There was barely any time to react before she was kissing you- hard and hot, like she’d been waiting days, weeks, too long. Her hands tangled in your hair, guiding your mouth open so she could taste you deeper. She tasted sweet, like cherries and gum.

Nat walked you backwards until your knees hit the bed. Collapsing onto the mattress, she’s quick to follow, straddling your hips with a predator’s grace.

It took entirely too long – seconds – for your shirt to be removed, but her lips are all over the moment it’s removed. From your neck, biting and licking, to your stomach, kissing and caressing with her tongue like she wanted to taste your entire body.

“You taste like antiseptic”, she murmurs against your skin, her admission not stopping her actions at all as she gently nipples on your collarbone, her fingers massaging your breasts through your bra. “And anxiety, did you miss me, hm?”

Tugging her closer, your nails dig into the flesh of her hips, “And you smell like trouble, baby.”

“Mmhm,” she hums in agreement, “but you love trouble, don’t you, Sugar?”

Her lips are on yours again with renewed hunger, but slower, like she savoured everything you had to offer. Your hands move to cup her arse, pulling her hips closer until you’re both grinding together.

“Let me take care of you for once.”

Natasha arched a brow. “You think I need taking care of?”

Flipping the two of you with surprising ease - meaning Natasha allowed you to do so - you hover over the assassin, taking a moment to admire the redness of her hair, mixing with the orange streaks of sun beaming through the window.

“You’re so fucking beautiful”, you breathe the words out as your fingers bring down the waistband of her leggings and underwear as she removes her own bra, leaving her completely naked beneath you.

While mindful of her bruised side, you eased her to the edge of the bed. Sinking to your knees, Natasha’s eyes darkened as she bit her lips, thighs spreading as you ease each leg over your shoulder.

“You’re going to ruin me, aren’t you?” she asks as she idly plays with her own nipples until they’re taunt, rosy and peaked.

You didn’t answer. Just pressed your lips to her inner thigh, slowly kissing your way upward. Her fingers laced through your hair, but her grip faltered when your mouth finally reached her. Tongue lickign up the length of her hairless pussy, adding pressure to slip betweens her softness to feel the firm, throbbing clit that drew out a choked sound from the back of her throat.

“Fuck,” she goans, her eyes closing and head tipping back.

You work her slowly. Needing to memorise her taste, the sounds she makes, the way her body moves from her hips, trying to dictate your movements by a subtle role, to the way her strong thighs nearly suffocate you between them.

“Don’t stop,” she rasps, the hand in her hair tightening to the point of pain. “God, baby, just like that.”

You were never going to stop, even if you couldn’t breath as your lips sealed around her clit. Two fingers slipped inside, curling in time with your pulsing mouth, the other hand pressing lightly above her pubic bone, attempting to keep her hips on the bed so you can have some form of control.

You watch, memsorised as her cunt begins to pulse around your fingers. Back arching, thighs unbelievably tight around your face, a moan so breathtaking that you’re sure your own arousal is now staining your scrubs with how turned on you were. She was utterly fucking beautiful.

Ever the dom, Natasha’s orgasm hadn’t even subsided fully before she’s pulling your body back onto the bed, swapping your positions so you’re lying against the sheets.

“That was dangerous,” she teases against your mouth, nipping your lower lip between her teeth until it snaps back to place. Now, I’m going to have to remind you who’s really in charge.”

Her slender fingers skim beneath your waistband, teasing and lingering.

“Say it”, she says against your throat. “Say you missed me.”

“I missed you.” Your voice quivers as her fingers finally dip lower, brushing beneath your underwear, touching exactly where you want her most.

She was always like this, dominant and teasing, but you’re always rewarded.

“That’s my girl, always so wet for me”, she compliments before sucking on the skin to the point of pain beneath your ear. You grunt at the mix of discomfort and pleasure as her fingers idly stroke over your soaked pussy.

There was no rushing Natasha, not when she’d been kept from you for so long. A small part of you worried that the other doctors and nurses would wonder where you’d disappeared, too, but all rational thoughts escaped you as she spread your labia, pressing her finger directly there.

One finger, became two, slipping inside as you gasped and arched into her, rolling your hips until her palm is pressing against your clit. With slow, deep curls, Natasha's fingers have your thighs trembling and breathy moans becoming desperate in no time at all.

All the while, she keeps her forehead pressed against yours, eyes locked on your face, studying every moan, every flutter of your lashes.

“God, look at you,” she whispers, voice rough. “Fall apart for me. Are you going to cum on my fingers, Sugar?”

You nod your head, whimpering as she applies more pressure to your clit. Bucking up and grabbing her shoulders. “Please - Natasha-!”

“I’ve got you”, she promises, lowering her face now until she’s biting your nipples through your bra in a sharp sting of pain.

You came with with a startled cry, your cunt pulsing around her fingers, sucking her in deeper, like your body never wanted to give up. She keeps the pressure, continues to curl her fingers as your orgasm draws on and on until you’re a pile of numbness, still half dressed from work.

Nat withdraws her fingers with slow movements, leaving you twitching in the sensitive area. Watching her movements, you groan deeply as she sucks her wet fingers into her mouth, tasting your juices with a pornographic moan, her eyes clossing as she savoures the taste.

She curls around you protectively, damp fingers brushing against your cheeks whilst kissing your temple, then your shoulder. Lazily dragging her lips down your neck, sucking another deepy hickey against your skin.

Groaning whilst half-laughing, “You’re marking me on purpose”.

She smiles against your skin. “Obviously. You’re mine.”

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Later, you were lounging on one of the couches at the tower’s low-key celebration, which was never really low-key when it came to Tony Stark. Thankfully, you owned a turtlenecked dress that was soft and comfortable on your sensitive, heavily marked skin.

Something Natasha noticed as she caught you in a dark crevice, easing away your neckline to admire her artwork with a bite of her full lips. That wasn’t all, though. Usually, at public events, the two of you would stay on opposite sides of the room, but tonight, Nat couldn’t help herself.

Frequently, she would walk back, her warm hand brushing the small of your back, her eyes watching your every sip, every shift in your chair; your secret girlfriend missed nothing.

Since then, the party has dwindled to only a handful of individuals, who are, for the most part, members of the Avengers or close friends.

“You know,” the billionaire loudly declared while holding up his glass of scotch. I know I’m a genius, and you guys never really appreciate it, but I’ve just cracked a code, and I need to share.”

Not thinking anything of it, you continued to idly sip from your drink, eyes flicking to the red-haired woman sitting across from you in the circle of couches.

“I know who’s been sneaking around like hormone-crazed teenagers.” Tony grins widely. You stiffen, eyes once more flicking to Natasha, who remains nonchalant. Her reaction has you calming. Of course, he wouldn’t know about you and Natasha. She’s an assassin; she could keep secrets, hide in plain sight, and, of course, your relationship was still hidden.

However, as your eyes moved back to the billionaire staring only at you, you knew nothing good would come from his next words. “Our very own medbay angel and Miss Romanoff. Caught the Doc here leaving her bedroom with messy hair and a constellation of hickets. Pretty classic evidence, honestly.”

A beat of silence followed. Every head turned to look at you. At Natasha. At the space between you.

All you can do is freeze. Not blinking. Not breathing. They knew. They all knew. The attention made your skin feel too tight, like your heartbeat had jumped outside your body.

It wasn’t just embarrassment—it was vulnerability. The intimacy you’d guarded for so long was exposed. It was no longer a private, secret thing. It was no longer yours and Natasha's alone.

Finally, dragging a deep breath in, the urge to flee the room came over you, but an enraged redhead stepped into your path. Her arms rested comfortingly on your upper arms, thumbs stroking in slow circles. The energy rolling off of her was unmistakable. She was protective, sharp, and unapologetic.

“That’s enough”, she said evenly, tone calm but laced with authority. “We kept it private for a reason, Tony.”

The man blinked, taken aback by the reaction from the room. “Hey, it’s not a bad thing-”

“She’s not a punchline,” Natasha continues to defend you. “And this isn’t gossip. I don’t want the whole world, including our enemies, Stark, knowing what she means to me. Understand?”

You felt her hand slip behind you, curling gently around your wrist, anchoring. But the tremble of anger was evidently there.

“Nat,” you whisper, stepping closer to her side as your heart hammered.

Turning away from her friends and colleagues, her features soften, eyes tracking every emotion written across your face. “You okay?”

You nod, even if you weren’t entirely sure.

She leans in, her breath tickling your eye. “You’re mine. And I’m not letting anyone make you feel small about it. Not even Stark,”

There was another beat of silence until Clint, of all people, groaned and toasted an empty beer bottle at Tony’s head. “It took you this long to figure that out? I’ve had fifty bucks on them for months.”

“Same,” said Sam, raising his hand.

Steve snorted, “I told you she wasn’t just icing her injury in the medbay.”

Tony looked around, betrayed. “You all knew?”

Bucky shrugged. “It wasn’t that subtle.”

Laughter filled your ears from those surrounding you. Natasha’s grip on your wrist eased, but her hand kept you close. Exhaling shakily, you watched the group ease back into their jokes and drinks, the weight slowly lifting from your chest.

When you glanced back at Natasha, she was already looking at you. She pressed a sweet kiss to your cheek. “Not a secret anymore. Now there’s no hiding that you’re mine.”

And somehow, that made it all ok.

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bleulikedaylight · 2 days ago

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I Was Hoping You'd Say That

pairing: basketball captain! natasha romanoff x cheerleader captain! reader

synopsis: it always starts the same way — the squeak of rubber soles, the bounce of a ball, and your hopeless crush on basketball captain natasha romanoff. as AAU’s cheer captain, you swear it’s all “professional observation.” but when natasha starts noticing your disappearing act every time she’s near, she calls you out — and maybe, just maybe, calls you in.

warnings: none !! <3 | wc: 1.4k | genre: fluff >_<

note: this is my first time posting a fic here, so hi !! :) i've literally been simping so hard for basketball player! natasha romanoff — it’s embarrassing. like, i saw her in a loose jersey once (in my mind), and i haven’t known peace since.

It always started the same way — the squeak of rubber soles, the bounce of a ball, the swish of a clean shot.

Y/N L/N sat with her legs crossed on the bleachers, red-and-white pom poms resting beside her. The cheerleaders were taking a quick break from their routine, but Y/N couldn’t tear her eyes away from the court — from her.

Every practice, Y/N swore she wouldn’t look. And yet, there she was again — legs curled up on the bleachers, pom poms forgotten at her side, eyes trained on the girl shooting hoops like the world wasn't watching.

Natasha Romanoff.

AAU's pride. Number 13. Basketball captain. And, unfortunately for Y/N, Yelena's older sister.

"You're drooling," Yelena deadpans beside you, sipping her soda.

You tear your eyes away from the court like you’d been caught committing a crime. "Excuse me? I’m just watching the game.”

“It’s practice.”

“I’m… analyzing her technique.” You sniff. “As a cheer captain.”

Yelena raises a brow. “Her technique?”

"Yes," you say, face heating. “Totally professional. Very strategic. Normal.”

Across the court, Natasha does a clean crossover, spins, and scores. Her ponytail bounces as she jogs backward, laughing with her teammates.

You sigh quietly.

Yelena rolls her eyes. “You always look at her like that.”

“Like what?”

“Like you’re one Taylor Swift song away from writing her name in your wedding journal.”

You open your mouth to deny it. Then close it again. “...Shut up, Yelena.”

It’s been like this for months.

Crushes are supposed to fade — at least, that’s what your mom said when she caught you sighing at your phone for the fifth time during dinner.

But this? This isn’t fading.

This is sitting through every basketball game just to watch her sweat in slow mo level.

This is replaying every time Natasha calls you sweetheart like it didn’t shatter your brain chemistry.

This is slow, unbearable pining — made worse by the fact that Natasha is so effortlessly kind.

“Nice routine today,” Natasha would say, walking past the cheer squad.

Or, “You always do that little hair flip before you jump — it’s cute.”

Or, the worst one — the actual heartbreaker — “Your ribbon matches your eyes.”

Your ribbon matches your eyes.

You had written that down in the notes app under “Things That Made Me Float.”

One afternoon, after a long game and even longer practice, you stayed behind to help clean up the confetti from your halftime routine.

Everyone else had already left. Except—

"Need help?" Natasha’s voice makes you jump. She’s holding a broom and a water bottle, her jersey hanging loosely off one shoulder.

“Oh,” you squeak. “N-no. I’m good. I mean—yes? If you want? You don’t have to, but like—if you want to—”

Natasha laughs. “Breathe, cheerleader.”

You turn pink. “Sorry. I wasn’t expecting—um. Thanks.”

You sweep in silence for a bit, just the two of you under the dim gym lights.

Then Natasha asks quietly, “Can I ask you something?”

You look up. “Yeah?”

“Why do you always avoid me?”

You freeze. “I don’t.”

“You do,” Natasha says, still gentle. “You’re always laughing with Yelena, but the second I show up, you go quiet. You stop making eye contact. You run off.”

You bite your lip. “I—I didn’t mean to. It’s not that I don’t like you, I just—”

You stop.

Natasha steps closer. “You just?”

You take a deep breath. “You’re Yelena’s sister. And you’re like, intimidatingly cool. And I didn’t want to make things weird. Or obvious.”

Natasha tilts her head. “Obvious?”

“I’ve kind of… liked you. For a while,” you whisper, cheeks on fire. “But you probably knew that already.”

There’s a pause.

Then Natasha smiles — slow, and soft, and heart-meltingly real.

“I was hoping you’d say that.”

You blink. “What?”

“I like you too,” Natasha says simply. “Always have.”

You stare. “You’re joking.”

Natasha grins. “Nope. But I am going to ask if I can take you out. Like, for real.”

You nod too quickly. “Yes. I mean—yes. Like, absolutely. Just let me scream into my pillow first.”

Natasha laughs, shaking her head fondly. “You’re adorable.”

And as you stand under the gym lights, brooms forgotten, hearts louder than ever — it’s official.

You are no longer just the cheerleader with a crush.

You are the cheerleader who finally got the girl.

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wandaslovey · 1 day ago

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*rare* found footage of scarlett johansson holding me 🤭

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screaminglygay · 4 days ago

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Welcome back

pairing: past!natasha romanoff x reader, wanda maximoff x reader

summary: you're back at the avengers compound - finally building a life of peace with wanda. but the past doesn't rest easily. natasha's bitterness rises the moment she sees you, and the tension finally boils over in a brutal confrontation. as old wounds reopen, wanda begins to spiral in her own doubts, just as you’re both finding happiness together.

warnings: angst!, emotional conflict, swearing, harsh words, jealousy, overthinking, unresolved tension, natasha being bitter, light smut, teasing, Pietro walking in on you, minor miscommunication, hurt feelings

word count: 11.8k

an: this was such a fun request to write, honestly had the best time diving into all the angst and messy emotions in this part:D thank you so much for all the love and support for this mini-series!<3

part one I part two I part three

You sat on your couch, your phone in your hand, staring at Fury’s contact like it might explode. It had been a while since you’d spoken to him like this… actually wanting something instead of turning him down.

But damn it, Wanda had gotten into your head. With a deep breath, you pressed the call button. Fury picked up on the second ring.

"Well, this is a surprise," he said, his voice laced with amusement. "To what do I owe the honor?"

You leaned back, exhaling, "I want to come back. But only as a trainer. Just the agents. No more, no less. And I want a normal schedule."

Silence.

Then, in that signature deadpan tone, Fury said, "Wouldn’t you like a Porsche with that too?"

You rolled your eyes, "I’m serious."

"So am I." Another pause. "See you at the usual time on Monday. And say thanks to Maximoff for me."

Your brows furrowed, "why?"

"For making up your mind." That made you sit up straight. You could practically hear the smirk in his voice before he hung up. You stared at your phone, everything clicking into place.

That sneaky little-

A knock at your door made you snap your head up. Right on time. When you swung the door open, Wanda stood there, looking as soft and lovely as ever, but you wasted no time.

"I know what you did," you said, crossing your arms. "Nice work."

She blinked, "what?"

"Sneaky little thing," you squinted at her.

Her lips curled into an amused smile, tilting her head. "I have no idea what you’re talking about."

You stepped closer, leaning against the doorframe. "You’ve been playing the long game, haven’t you? Slowly getting in my head, dropping hints, making sure I’d call Fury on my own."

Wanda batted her lashes, "that’s absurd. I would never manipulate you like that."

You scoffed, "uh-huh. Right."

She grinned, stepping inside and letting her fingers trace up your arms. "I prefer the term… persuasive."

You shivered slightly at her touch, but you kept your composure. "Oh, is that what we’re calling it now?"

"Mm-hmm." She leaned in, her breath warm against your skin. "And are you mad about it?"

You sighed, feigning exasperation. "No, because it worked. I called Fury."

Wanda’s eyes lit up, and a proud smile spread across her face, "I knew you would."

You let out a soft laugh against her lips, "of course."

…

The morning felt heavier than it should have. You were sitting at the small dining table, mindlessly swirling your spoon in your cereal, staring at nothing in particular. Wanda, sitting across from you, noticed immediately.

"Alright," she said, setting down her coffee. "What’s up?"

You blinked out of your daze, "what?"

"You’re thinking way too loud." She tilted her head, amused. "First-day jitters?"

You exhaled, rubbing the back of your neck. "Now that I really think about it… isn’t it weird to just… go back?"

Wanda arched a brow. "Are you asking because of work? Or because of Natasha?"

Your lips parted, then closed again. "No… work of course not-" You hesitated. "Or… maybe both. I don’t know." You sighed, setting your spoon down. "It’s just… she’s there. It’s her place. And I’m just gonna waltz in like nothing happened?"

Wanda reached across the table, her fingers brushing against yours. "I get it," she said softly. "But she’s not the only one there, and besides… Natasha mostly does Avengers missions now. She trains sometimes, sure, but Steve and Maria handle most of it. She’s barely in the training areas anymore."

That made you pause, "oh, okay."

Some of the weight in your chest lightened, but not all of it. Because now that your brain had gone down that road, something else came to mind.

Maria Hill. She was still there too.

You hadn’t really thought about her in a while, but the realization hit you now. Unlike with Natasha, there wasn’t anger, just… weird emotions. Undefined, but definitely there.

Wanda watched your face carefully, reading you like a book. "You just thought of someone else, didn’t you?"

You sighed, "Maria."

Wanda nodded, like she expected that. "You don’t have to interact with her if you don’t want to." And once again, she didn´t asked much, she just understood.

You chewed the inside of your cheek. "I know. It’s just… strange. Like stepping back into a past life I wasn’t sure I’d ever return to."

Wanda squeezed your hand. "It’s not a past life. It’s just another part of your story. And you’re walking in on your terms now."

You looked at her, taking in the warmth in her gaze. The unwavering belief in you.

It helped.

You took a deep breath and straightened your shoulders. "Yeah. My terms."

Wanda grinned, "exactly." Then she smirked, nudging your foot under the table. "And if you ever get too in your head about it… just remember that you’re probably going to out-train half of them."

You let out a breathy chuckle, shaking your head, "oh, yeah."

...

As you walked alongside Wanda toward the training center, your steps felt steady, but there was still that lingering unease. You glanced over at Wanda, who kept her pace casual, her eyes scanning the surroundings as if she were used to this space in a way that made you both feel comfortable and out of place all at once.

"So," Wanda broke the silence, her voice light but teasing, "what´s the first move?"

You hummed, "I´ll probably just test the waters, make sure where everyone stands, you know?"

Wanda smiled softly, nudging your shoulder with hers. "You’ll do fine. You’ve trained worse, right?"

You smirked, remembering the sheer chaos of trying to teach people who were barely able to say please and thank you. "Definitely. But this feels different. It’s been a while."

She smiled at you, but it softened into something more understanding. "Just remember why you’re here."

You nodded as you reached the entrance to the training area. The doors slid open, and you stopped just inside, feeling the buzz of energy from the group of agents waiting for you. They were ready, dressed in full tactical gear, standing in neat lines, some eyes bright with anticipation, others with a little more uncertainty.

"Alright," Wanda said, giving you a quick hug. "I’ll leave you to it. Do your thing. You’ve got this."

"Thanks, Wan," you said, returning her hug before stepping into the training space fully. She gave you a quick wave before walking away to attend to her own duties, leaving you standing in front of twenty very eager agents.

But now you realized… that you actually don´t know why are you here. But fake it till you make it, right? Once again, starting with a good tactic.

"Alright, listen up!" you called, your voice carrying easily across the room. "For those of you who don’t know me, I’m (Y/N) (Y/L/N) and I’m your main trainer from now on. I’ll be pushing you all to your limits, and I expect the same in return. There will be no slacking off, no cutting corners. I’ve seen it all, and I’ll make sure you all earn every skill you walk out of here with."

You paused for a moment, watching their faces. There was a mixture of nervousness and excitement. You could see it, feel it… the anticipation was almost palpable.

"Now, today isn’t about perfection. It’s about seeing where you all stand." You motioned to the space around you. "We’re going to start with some basic drills to test your skill level and determine what you can do and what needs improvement. This isn’t a competition, it’s a learning experience. I need you all to give it your best, and I’ll be here to guide you."

Without further explanation, you had them start with a basic hand-to-hand combat drill, followed by agility and endurance exercises. As you moved from agent to agent, it quickly became clear that while there were a few standouts, most of them were still rough around the edges. Some couldn’t hold their stance correctly, others lacked the proper timing, and a couple couldn’t land a clean hit to save their lives.

You found yourself mentally noting where each one needed work, but the surprise was in how eager they all were. They were soaking in every bit of feedback, pushing themselves as hard as they could. It was refreshing.

As the last round of drills ended, you were about to offer some closing advice when you heard the familiar footsteps approaching. "Looks like you haven’t lost your touch," a voice drawled from behind you.

You turned around, your eyes narrowing in recognition. "Fury," you said, crossing your arms. "I should have known."

"You’re doing great," Fury said, his tone casual, though there was a hint of pride underneath. "I knew you’d pull this off."

You raised an eyebrow, your hands resting on your hips. "You’ve been watching me again, haven’t you?"

Fury didn’t miss a beat. "Needed to make sure you’d do your job right." He paused, glancing at the group of agents still catching their breath. "And it seems like you’ve done exactly that."

You snorted, shaking your head, "some things never change."

Fury chuckled, his lips pulling into a tight smile. "Hm. Just making sure the job gets done. You’ll always be the best at what you do."

You rolled your eyes but couldn’t help the small smile tugging at your lips. "Well, it’s nice to know you still have faith in me."

"Faith?" Fury raised an eyebrow. "I don’t need faith. I just need results." He gave you a meaningful glance. "And you always deliver. Just no more relationship issues, okay?"

You nodded, "yes sir," feeling that familiar mix of nerves and determination build in your chest. It wasn’t just about training these agents - it was about proving to yourself.

After you cleaned up, making sure the mats were properly set, the equipment put away, and everything was in order for the next session. It felt strangely familiar, like a routine you hadn’t even realized you missed. By the time you left the training center, the halls were quieter, the rush of the day settling into something calmer.

You took a quick shower in the locker rooms, letting the warm water ease the tension in your muscles. It wasn’t until you were making your way toward the main hall that you ran into Natasha. She looked just as surprised to see you as you were to run into her. She stopped mid-step, her green eyes scanning you, like she was trying to make sure you were really standing there.

"So," she finally said, crossing her arms, her voice casual, but you could hear the underlying curiosity. "You’re the new trainer, huh?"

You hesitated just slightly before nodding, "yeah…"

Natasha tilted her head, glancing over you like she was taking in the fact that you were really back. "What did you put them through today?"

"Basic drills, endurance, hand-to-hand. Just getting a feel for what they can do."

She nodded, "and?"

"They’ve got potential," you admitted. "But they’re nowhere near ready for fieldwork."

"Sounds about right," Natasha smirked at that.

There was a moment of silence between you, comfortable, but with something beneath it. Something unspoken. You shifted slightly, feeling the weight of it settle in.

"Listen, Nat," you said, glancing at her, "if this is weird for you… I can, you know-"

Natasha cut you off before you could finish. "Don’t worry about me." Her voice was steady, maybe too steady. "You said it yourself, it’s been some time, so…" she shrugged, like it was no big deal. But the way she averted her gaze for just a second, the way her fingers twitched slightly against her arm… it was a lie.

You pressed your lips together, not sure what to say to that. There was a weird awkwardness between you now, lingering in the air. It was strange - once, things between you and Natasha had been easy, natural. Now, it felt like walking on unsteady ground, both of you pretending you weren’t paying attention to the cracks beneath your feet.

You cleared your throat, rubbing the back of your neck. "I uh- I should go. You know, back to the good old paperwork," you joked, forcing a small grin.

Natasha gave you a tight-lipped smile in return. "Have fun with that."

You nodded, hesitating for just a fraction of a second before turning and walking away. Even as you left, you could feel Natasha’s gaze lingering on you, the weight of something left unsaid pressing against your back.

Wanda found you not long after your awkward run-in with Natasha, leaning against the wall outside the training center, looking at your phone like you were trying to distract yourself. She didn’t say anything at first, just reached out, took your wrist, and started pulling you along with her. "Come on," she said, a knowing little smile on her lips. "You’re having lunch with me today."

You let out a soft chuckle but didn’t resist, letting Wanda lead you through the hallways of the compound. "Where are we going?" you asked.

"The Avengers’ living room," Wanda said simply, glancing at you with a smirk. "I’m making lunch, and you’re helping."

"Oh, am I?" You raised a brow.

"Yes," she said it like it was a fact of the universe.

By the time you reached the living space, the scent of spices and something warm was already filling the air. It was cozy in here, unlike the rest of the sleek, professional compound.

Wanda pulled you toward the kitchen, rolling up her sleeves before looking at you expectantly. "So," she started as she grabbed some ingredients from the counter, "how was your first day?"

You exhaled, leaning against the counter. "It was… good. Really good, actually." You couldn’t hide the way your face lit up. "The agents are eager to learn, which is nice. And even though I was just testing everything, I already have so many ideas on how to make the training better."

Wanda watched you with a small, fond smile as you rambled, hands animated as you explained how you set up drills and how the rookies needed to work on their stance. She could see it, you were shining, excitement radiating off you in a way that made her chest warm.

"I haven’t seen you this happy about something in a while," she murmured, reaching for the cutting board.

You paused for a second, processing her words. Then you gave a small nod. "Yeah… I think I really like it here, I mean it´s a first day, but I have really good feeling."

Wanda’s smile grew as she turned to you, placing a knife in your hand. "Good. Now help me chop these, since you’re so full of energy."

You laughed, shaking your head but complying. The two of you worked side by side, moving around the kitchen with ease. Wanda gave you instructions, but half the time, she was just teasing you, nudging you with her hip when you reached for the same thing, tucking a stray strand of hair behind your ear when it got in your face.

At one point, you handed her a spoon to stir the pot, and she hummed in satisfaction. "You know," she said, stirring slowly, "I think I should be given more credit."

You raised a brow, "for what?"

"For being very persuasive," she smirked. "I get what I want, after all."

You narrowed your eyes at her playfully. "Are you talking about getting me to come back here?"

She hummed, tilting her head, "maybe."

You let out a laugh, "well, you sneaky little thing, you have all the credit."

Wanda just grinned, leaning a little closer, her voice dropping into something softer, "hmm, I´ll take all the credit later, don´t worry."

You swallowed, heart skipping a little at the way she was looking at you. Lord help you. "Just focus on cooking, Maximoff," you muttered, nudging her away with your hip.

"I can multitask," she kissed your cheek quickly.

You smirked, setting the knife down and turning to Wanda with an amused look. "Oh, can you, hm?" you murmured, leaning in just a little, close enough that your breath ghosted against her skin.

Wanda blinked, her teasing smirk faltering for just a second before she composed herself. "Mhm," she hummed, tilting her chin slightly, feigning confidence. "I always do."

You let your fingers brush against her wrist as you leaned in a fraction closer, "is that so?"

Wanda swallowed, her eyes flickering to your lips before she smirked. And just when you thought you had the upper hand, she moved, her hands settling on your waist as she turned the tables. "You think you can win this game?" she murmured, voice low.

Your breath hitched, your plan backfiring spectacularly. "I-"

"You're cute when you try," Wanda whispered before pressing a soft, lingering kiss against the side of your neck.

You sucked in a sharp breath, feeling the warmth of her lips linger. "Wanda-"

"Hm?" She hummed innocently, her lips brushing against your skin again, sending a shiver down your spine.

You huffed out a laugh, shaking your head, "I don't need to read your mind to know what you want, Wan."

Wanda smirked against your neck. "Then what am I thinking right now? What do I need?" she murmured, pressing another teasing kiss just below your jaw.

Your fingers tightened around the counter as you tried to gather your thoughts. "You're thinking… that if you keep this up, I'm going to burn our lunch."

Wanda pulled back just enough to look at you, her grin mischievous. "Oh, that would be tragic."

"Yeah, tragic," you deadpanned, though your pulse was still racing.

She chuckled before finally stepping back, giving you just enough space to breathe again. But the knowing look in her eyes told you she was more than pleased with herself. "Alright, alright," she said, grabbing the spoon again. "Let’s focus. Lunch first. I wouldn’t want to distract you too much."

You narrowed your eyes playfully, grabbing a towel and snapping it lightly at her hip. "Too late for that."

Wanda just giggled, completely unbothered, as she continued stirring the pot. "Maybe you should work on your focus, then," she teased.

You rolled your eyes but couldn’t wipe the grin off your face. Flirty Wanda was dangerous, but you had to admit, you didn’t mind one bit. It´s the actual opposite.

As you finished plating the food, Wanda grinned, running a finger along the edge of the counter before turning to you with a smirk. "You listened so well," she murmured, her voice dropping into something softer, something very dangerous. She took a step closer, her hands pressing against the counter on either side of you, effectively trapping you in. "Now look what we made. I´m so proud of us, malysh."

Your breath hitched as you looked up at her. She was too close. Her lips, her eyes, the teasing glint in them, god it was all too much. "Wanda-"

But before you could say anything else, she leaned in, capturing your lips in a slow, deliberate kiss. You melted instantly, your hands gripping the counter behind you as her lips moved against yours, soft and warm, making your heart hammer against your ribs.

Her fingers brushed against your waist, and you could feel her smirk against your lips as she deepened the kiss, her body pressing against yours just enough to make your head spin-

"Ah, well, I was going to ask what’s for lunch, but I see you’re already having (Y/N)."

You practically jumped out of your skin, tearing away from Wanda with wide eyes.

"Pietro!" Wanda groaned, her forehead dropping against your shoulder as she shook with laughter.

You, on the other hand, felt your entire body heat up. "I- we were just-" You cleared your throat, your brain scrambling for something - anything - to say. "We have, um… a gou-lash?"

Pietro arched an eyebrow, looking vaguely unimpressed. "A gou-lash?" he repeated, clearly biting back laughter at the way you pronounced it.

Wanda, to her credit, just nodded, her lips twitching as she leaned against the counter with a smug smirk. "Yes. A delicious goulash."

You shot her a glare, but it was weak at best.

Pietro hummed, pretending to consider it. "Ah, great," he said before grabbing some plates and heading to the table. "Steve and Bucky are coming in a minute. Clint and Bruce, too. The rest are busy with work."

You exhaled, trying to regain your composure as you picked up a dish. Wanda, however, was still grinning like she won something.

"Don’t," you whispered as you passed by her.

"Don’t what?" she asked, voice all faux innocence.

You narrowed your eyes. "Just… don’t."

She only laughed, stealing a quick peck on your cheek before sauntering off to help Pietro with the table.

Lord have mercy.

Lunch was lively, the sound of utensils clinking against plates mingling with casual conversation. Your goulash was a success, despite Pietro’s teasing.

As you took another bite, Steve turned to you with an easy smile. "You know, I was thinking, I’d love to work with you on training the agents. I handle a lot of the physical assessments, but having someone like you around? It would make a real difference."

Your eyes widened slightly in excitement, setting your fork down. "That would be amazing! I already have so many ideas… drills, scenarios, real-world application stuff. Honestly, I’d love to collaborate with you on it."

Steve nodded approvingly. "That’s exactly what we need, someone who knows how the field works, not just textbook tactics."

Bucky, who had been quietly eating next to him, suddenly chimed in. "You should also focus on instinct training. A lot of rookies freeze up in real combat. They overthink instead of reacting."

You turned to him, eyes lighting up, "oh wow, yeah, that’s amazing, James-"

The entire table burst into laughter, and you blinked, confused for a moment before Bucky sighed, shaking his head, "Bucky is fine."

A smirk pulled at your lips. "Well, Bucky," you corrected with emphasis, "I think it would be nice to have a Sergeant show the recruits some moves. I mean, who better to train them than someone with actual battlefield experience?"

Steve chuckled, "I second that."

Bucky huffed, but you caught the amused glint in his eye. "Fine, but don’t expect me to give motivational speeches like Rogers."

"Damn, I was looking forward to those." You grinned, taking another bite of your food.

Across the table, Wanda was watching you, her expression soft and proud. She could see how seamlessly you were fitting in, how the team was warming up to you, and it made her happy, really happy.

She reached under the table, giving your knee a small squeeze. When you glanced at her, she simply smiled, her eyes twinkling with warmth.

You weren’t just back, you were glowing.

You hummed softly to yourself as you gathered the empty plates, stacking them with ease before moving toward the sink. The others had already started to clear out, leaving you to tidy up without much thought. And even though Tony has like dishwasher 3000, that even sings you a song, you like to just wash it in your hands, since it´s few plates.

Unbeknownst to you, Steve and Wanda lingered at the table, their voices hushed. Steve glanced at you briefly before turning back to Wanda. "Good call," he said simply.

Wanda tilted her head. "What do you mean?"

Steve gave her a knowing look, a small smile tugging at his lips. "Bringing her back. I like seeing agent work like this."

Wanda looked down for a moment, fingers idly tracing the rim of her glass. Then, softly, she admitted, "It’s nice, you know? To see her be happy… truly happy."

Steve nodded, but his expression held something, that Wanda couldn’t quite place until he spoke again. "I don’t think you really believe that," he said.

She frowned slightly, "what do you mean?"

"She’s not happy because she’s back at work," Steve said, keeping his voice low but firm. "She’s happy because of you, Wanda. It’s not that hard to see."

Wanda blinked, lips parting slightly, as if to refute it, but the words never came.

Steve chuckled, shaking his head. "You’re the main reason she’s happy. I might not know her as well as you do, but even I can tell. And it´s funny that someone with the ability to read someone´s mind, can´t see that."

Wanda let out a small breath, her gaze drifting to you as you washed the dishes, completely unaware of their conversation. There was a softness in her eyes, the kind that only came when looking at something precious.

Steve gave Wanda one last knowing smile before pushing his chair back. "Well, I’ll leave you to it," he said, standing up. "Have a good rest of your day, Wanda."

Wanda nodded, still lost in thought for a moment before snapping back to reality. "You too, Steve."

"See you later. Can’t wait for the training!" Steve turned to you as he made his way toward the door.

You looked up from the sink, smiling, "me too, Steve!"

As Steve disappeared down the hall, Wanda finally made her way over to you, her expression practically glowing with warmth. You raised an eyebrow at the soft, dreamy look on her face.

"Are you this satisfied with lunch?" you teased, drying your hands on a towel.

Wanda let out a small laugh, tilting her head, "yeah, very," she said, voice dripping with sweetness, the kind that made your stomach flutter.

You narrowed your eyes playfully, "so you’re looking at me like that because of lunch?"

Wanda just smirked, reaching out to take your hand in hers, "mhm."

Something told you that wasn’t the full truth, but you weren’t complaining if it meant that she will look at you like that. Wanda’s fingers traced lazy circles on the back of your hand as the two of you lingered in the kitchen, neither in a rush to move. Simple moment, just standing close, the warmth of each other filling the small space, but it felt perfect.

You watched her, the way her lips curled into that soft, knowing smile, the way her eyes held nothing but affection. The words were out before you even had the chance to overthink them, "I love you."

Wanda blinked, her breath hitching slightly as her eyes widened in surprise. But the shock melted almost instantly into something even warmer, even softer. She squeezed your hand, "I love you too."

The smile that took over your face was unstoppable, and before you could say anything else, Wanda leaned in, pressing a sweet, lingering kiss to your lips. It wasn’t rushed or teasing, just right, like she wanted you to feel the weight of her words.

But of course, the moment couldn’t last forever.

The door creaked open, and a familiar voice broke through the quiet. "Oh- sorry, I didn’t think anyone would be here."

You and Wanda pulled apart just in time to see Natasha standing in the doorway, her expression unreadable.

For a second, silence settled over the room, and the air felt a little heavier than before. Not tense, not necessarily uncomfortable, just… awkward.

Wanda shook her head, "It´s all okay."

You cleared your throat, shifting slightly, "It´s all good."

Natasha nodded once, stepping in just far enough to lean against the counter. "alright." A pause, "you two made lunch?"

"Yeah," Wanda answered smoothly, her usual ease returning in an instant. "There’s still some left if you’re hungry."

Natasha glanced at the covered dishes before shaking her head. "Nah, I’ll grab something later." Her eyes flicked toward you for just a second before she pushed off the counter. "I should- yeah. I’ll see you both around."

And just like that, she was gone, leaving behind nothing but a faint trace of something unspoken. You let out a breath you didn’t realize you were holding. Wanda gave your hand another squeeze, grounding you.

"She’s even more awkward now," you muttered, running a hand through your hair.

Wanda chuckled softly beside you, reaching out to trace her fingers lightly over your wrist, "that does make sense."

You glanced at her, raising an eyebrow, "how so?"

"She’s figuring things out, just like you are," Wanda said simply, tilting her head slightly.

You exhaled, letting her words sink in. It was true, Natasha wasn’t the type to just say what was on her mind, not when it came to things like this. And honestly? Maybe neither were you.

Wanda nudged you playfully, "just don’t overthink it." You scoffed, shaking your head. "You both overthink things," she added with a teasing smirk, and you couldn’t even argue with that.

"Yeah, yeah," you muttered, nudging her back lightly. "I’ll try."

Wanda grinned, "good."

…

The next few weeks passed in a blur of training sessions, late-night talks with Wanda, and getting closer to the rest of the team. It was everything you hadn’t realized you needed - purpose, excitement, and the feeling of belonging.

Training the recruits was honestly fun. Working with Steve was even better than you’d expected, his experience blending well with your own teaching style. Bucky got involved too, his dry humor keeping the sessions light even when he was drilling technique into the agents. The rookies liked you a lot, and Fury? Though he’d never say it outright to others, but he was clearly proud of work.

And then there was Wanda.

She made everything even better. Whether it was sneaking kisses between sessions, teasing you mercilessly when you got competitive during sparring, or just the quiet nights spent in her room at the compound, curled up together after long days. You still mostly stayed at your apartment, but Wanda had a way of making both places feel like home.

Everything felt right.

Except for one thing.

Natasha.

As time went on, she seemed to be pulling away. It wasn’t anything obvious, she was still polite, still professional, still Natasha, but there was distance where there hadn’t been before. Conversations were shorter. Eye contact was rare. She never lingered after team meals or meetings when you were around.

You tried not to think too much about it. Like Wanda had said… you weren’t going to overthink it. So you tried as much as you could. That was until one time… you had asked Steve, Bucky, Wanda, and Natasha to join in, giving the recruits a taste of what it was like to fight against someone better, someone with experience, someone who could expose their weaknesses in seconds.

You had started with Bucky and Natasha, analyzing their tactics, breaking down their footwork and strategies for the agents to learn from. It was controlled, efficient, a perfect example of two highly skilled fighters who knew each other well.

Then it was Steve and Wanda. Watching her use her powers seamlessly in hand-to-hand combat was mesmerizing, and Steve handled it with practiced ease, adapting to her movements, showing the recruits how to counter abilities even when they were at a disadvantage.

And then… Wanda and Natasha.

At first, it was just another sparring match. Quick, sharp movements, testing each other’s defenses, both of them perfectly in control.

Until it wasn’t.

The intensity shifted.

Natasha’s strikes became sharper, her dodges tighter, her attacks more relentless. She wasn’t holding back anymore. Wanda adjusted, countering as best as she could, but Natasha was pressing her, forcing her to react rather than control the fight.

The recruits were quiet, watching with wide eyes.

You felt it before you fully registered it… something was off. Before you could intervene, Steve did. "All right, I think that’s enough," he said, stepping between them before it could escalate further. He kept his tone light, but there was an edge of authority in it. "Good demonstration. That’ll give the recruits something to think about."

You were already moving toward Wanda. "You okay?” you asked softly, searching her face for any signs of real harm.

She blinked, still processing, before nodding, "yeah, I’m fine. Just… didn´t expect that." She laughed it off.

Meanwhile, Natasha grabbed her things and left without another word. Steve hesitated only for a second before going after her. You turned back to Wanda, but Bucky was already there, offering her a water bottle. He gave you a nod, like he had things under control, so you let out a quiet breath and stepped back. You couldn’t focus on anything else. You needed to know what the hell that had been about.

So with soft kiss to Wanda’s forehead before stepping away. "I’ll be right back,” you murmured, squeezing her hand before turning on your heel and walking out of the training center.

No, rushing out.

Your heart was pounding, frustration buzzing beneath your skin as you searched for Natasha. It didn’t take long. You found her in one of the hallways, mid-argument with Steve. His arms were crossed, jaw set tight as Natasha spoke in sharp, clipped words, "I don’t care" she snapped. "It’s not my problem."

Steve exhaled through his nose, clearly trying to keep his patience. "You don’t have to make it one, but you could at least-"

The moment you stepped into view, Steve’s eyes flickered to yours. He sighed, shaking his head, before turning to Natasha, "figure it out," he muttered, then walked away, leaving the two of you alone.

Silence. Then, you broke it. "What the hell is your problem?!"

Natasha barely looked at you, "I don’t have one."

"Bullshit!"

She exhaled, long and slow, like she was forcing herself to stay calm, "just drop it."

"No. No, I won’t drop it, Natasha, because I am so sick of this" your voice wavered with anger, with something deeper, something raw.

"For weeks, you’ve been shutting me out, getting more and more distant, and I let it go. I listened when Wanda told me not to overthink it. But this? That wasn’t just a sparring match back there, and you know it."

Natasha scoffed, finally looking at you, but her expression was unreadable. Cold. "Why do you even care?"

You felt your stomach drop.

Your breath hitched slightly, but you refused to back down, "are you serious?"

She didn’t answer.

Your chest tightened. "I don’t know what your problem is, Natasha, but I’m done with this. If you have something to say, say it. Be an adult for god’s sake and just-"

"You moved on fast, didn’t you?"

Your words died in your throat. Natasha’s voice was sharp, cutting straight through you, but her expression stayed blank. A bitter laugh escaped your lips, "you’re kidding me."

She didn’t flinch.

"That’s what this is about?" you scoffed, shaking your head. "You think- what? That I wasn’t allowed to move on? That I was supposed to just sit around and wait for you, for you to finally stop playing around and realize that I care about you and not your status, not your past or where you came from- but you!"

Natasha’s jaw tightened, her silence speaking volumes.

"I waited for you, Natasha,” you seethed. "I waited until I realized that you cared more about people who flirted with you over your own girlfriend!"

Her green eyes flickered, but the mask stayed up, "looks like you’re fine now."

You let out a humorless chuckle, voice shaking, "you know what? Screw you. I am happy, Natasha. Truly happy. So why don’t you stick your head out of your ass and actually see that?"

Natasha’s eyes darkened, "for how long?"

You narrowed your eyes, "what?"

"How long until she picks someone else?" Natasha’s voice was calm, but her words dripped with venom, "because she will."

Your breath hitched.

"Don’t-" you warned, your fists clenching at your sides.

"She will," Natasha continued, stepping closer. "She’ll realize there’s someone better out there, someone less complicated, someone who doesn’t-"

"Don’t bring your insecurities into someone else," you snapped, cutting her off.

Natasha’s lips curled into something that wasn’t quite a smile, "it’s the truth."

You shook your head, blinking back the sting in your eyes, "you don’t mean that."

Her gaze didn’t waver. "She’ll get sick of you."

You sucked in a breath.

"You’re so needy," Natasha continued, her voice colder than you’d ever heard it. "You need so much, and one day, she’s going to need a break from you."

The words slammed into your chest like a hammer, knocking the air out of you.

Your pulse roared in your ears as you stared at her, your throat burning. "Well, at least I care," you shot back. "At least I’m not some cold, empty killer who doesn’t give a shit about anyone."

Silence.

It was deafening.

You could hear both of your breaths, shaky and uneven. And then, for the first time in a long time, Natasha’s mask cracked. Her eyes glistened, and before she could stop it, a single tear slipped down her cheek. You parted your lips, but no words came out.

She turned away.

And then she was gone, disappearing down the hallway, leaving you standing there, breathless, heart pounding and crying. You wiped your face with the sleeve of your shirt, taking a deep breath before stepping into the gym. Your body ached from the tension still coursing through you, but you tried to shake it off as you walked inside. Wanda was there, quietly cleaning up the mats from training. She hadn’t noticed you yet, too lost in her own thoughts, until she did.

Her head snapped up, eyes narrowing slightly as she took you in. You knew she could hear it… your thoughts, loud and messy, tangled with guilt and frustration. "(Y/N)?" she asked softly, setting down the cloth she was holding.

You swallowed, shaking your head. "It’s nothing, I-"

"Don’t do that," Wanda interrupted, stepping closer, "I can feel it. What happened?"

Your chest tightened. You ran a hand down your face before you finally let out a heavy breath. "I found Natasha," you admitted. "We-" You hesitated, pressing your lips together before forcing the words out. "We fought. Badly."

Wanda’s eyes softened with concern, "what did she say?"

You let out a humorless laugh, shaking your head, "doesn’t matter."

Wanda crossed her arms, "I think it does." The last thing you truly needed was to have a fight with Wanda too.

You looked away, exhaling sharply. "I… I said she was a killer, Wanda." Your voice was hoarse, barely above a whisper. "The one thing she’s most vulnerable about, the one thing she probably hates herself for, and I-" Your breath caught in your throat. "I used it on her."

Wanda reached for your hand, squeezing it, "(Y/N)…"

"I weaponized it," you continued, your voice cracking. "That’s not who I am, Wanda. That’s not the kind of person I ever wanted to be."

"And I assume she also said something wrong?" You nodded, so Wanda squeezed your hand again, grounding you. "You both said wrong things."

"But I know better," you insisted, your voice raw. "I knew that would hurt her the most, and I still-" You exhaled shakily, dragging a hand through your hair. "God, this was a stupid idea. It was so stupid to come back here."

Wanda hesitated before speaking. "Well… it was my idea."

You let out another dry laugh, shaking your head, "yeah, but I agreed."

She sighed, watching you carefully, "do you regret it?"

"What?" you blinked at her, caught off guard.

"Being here," Wanda clarified. "Training again. Being with all of us."

You bit your lip, looking down. "No," you admitted after a moment, "not for a second."

Wanda nodded, giving your hand another squeeze. "Then that’s what matters."

You stayed close to Wanda for the rest of the evening, seeking comfort in her presence, unaware that something had shifted within her. She stayed by your side, held your hand when you needed grounding, whispered soft reassurances, but inside, she was battling her own thoughts.

It wasn’t that she didn’t understand. She did. Natasha had been close for the two of you, and this fight, as messy as it was, had clearly hurt you. Wanda wanted to be the person you leaned on, the one who supported you through it. And she was.

But it gnawed at her.

The way you were so torn about Natasha. The way you spoke about hurting her, as if it wounded you just as much. The way your eyes had glistened with regret. Wanda tried to shake it off, tried to tell herself it was just because you were a good person. You cared deeply, and that was why she loved you.

But still. It hurt.

She could feel it creeping in, no matter how much she hated it. That little whisper of doubt. Would you ever be that upset about hurting her? Would you ever fight for her the way you fought for Natasha? Are you truly over Natasha?

She hated that her mind went there.

That night, she didn’t bring it up to you. She kissed you softly, held you a little tighter, but her mind was restless.

So, the next morning, she went to find Pietro. She found him in the common room, lazily flipping through TV channels. As soon as she walked in, he gave her a knowing look. "You’ve got that face," he remarked, smirking. "The ‘I’m overthinking everything’ face."

Wanda sighed, flopping onto the couch beside him, "I don’t want to talk about it."

"Cool," Pietro said, then turned back to the TV. "So… how’s the whole ‘my girlfriend cares so much about her ex-who-she-fought-with-and-it’s-really-bothering-me-but-I-don’t-want-to-admit-it’ thing going?"

Wanda groaned, shoving him, "shut up."

Pietro laughed but then glanced at her again. His smirk faded slightly, "wait. You’re actually upset."

She sighed, rubbing her temples, "I don’t want to be, I know she cares about Natasha. I know she’s just upset because she doesn’t like fighting with people she cares about."

"But?" Pietro prompted, raising an eyebrow.

Wanda exhaled sharply. "But it hurts, Pietro. I love her. And I know she loves me, but-" Her voice faltered. "I can’t help but wonder if she´s… still in love with her."

Pietro frowned. He turned off the TV, setting the remote aside as he fully faced her. "Wanda…" He hesitated. "That’s… kind of a sucky feeling."

She let out a dry chuckle, "tell me about it."

He shifted, thinking for a moment. Then, he shrugged, "that’s why I stay single."

She rolled her eyes, "so helpful."

Pietro gave her a half-smile, but when he saw the real distress in her eyes, his expression softened. "I’m serious, though. I don’t know how to help with this. You and (Y/N) love each other. That’s obvious. But I think… I think you’re scared."

Wanda blinked, "of what?"

Pietro tilted his head, "of getting hurt."

Wanda pressed her lips together. Pietro continued, "You always act like you’re fine, like you don’t get jealous or upset, but you do. And that’s okay. But, Wands," he sighed, "if you don’t talk to (Y/N) about it, you’re just gonna keep overthinking until you explode. And I really don’t want to deal with that. Let someone else read you too, you know?"

She let out another sigh, sinking deeper into the couch, "I don’t want to make it a big deal."

"But it is a big deal to you," Pietro pointed out. "So talk to her before it turns into something worse."

Wanda didn’t respond immediately. She just stared at the ceiling, her mind racing. She hated feeling like this. But Pietro was right. And sooner or later, she’d have to say something. But Wanda isn´t the biggest talker, when it comes to her own feelings, so it´s gonna be later than sooner.

At first, you didn´t notice it. Wanda was still smiling at you, still curled into your side when you spend the night at the compound, still slipped her fingers through yours absentmindedly when you passed each other in the hall. But there was something… different.

She kissed you good morning, but it was shorter than usual. She held your hand, but her grip wasn´t as firm. When you teased her, she laughed, but it didn´t quite reach her eyes. It was subtle, but you know Wanda. And something was wrong.

It took a few days before you couldn´t ignore it anymore. She was folding her arms over her chest more, keeping just a bit of space between you. Her mind was louder than usual, unspoken thoughts swirled around her head like static. You tried not to overthink it, but eventually, you had to ask.

You waited until you’re alone, sitting together in your apartment. "Wanda," you said softly, reaching for her hand. "Are you okay?"

Her fingers twitched slightly before she pulled away, "yeah," she answered, too quickly. "I’m fine."

You gave her a look, "Wanda."

She sighed, rubbing her temples, and for the first time in days, she really looked at you. There was hesitation in her eyes, something raw and uncertain, and it made your stomach twist.

"I-" She stopped herself, brows furrowing before she took a shaky breath. "I don’t know how to say this without sounding… jealous. Or insecure. And I don’t want to be that person, but-"

You sat up straighter, heart already pounding, "Wanda, whatever it is, just tell me."

She looked down at her hands. "You and Natasha," she murmured, voice barely above a whisper. "It’s not just that she’s your ex. It’s the way you fought for her that day, the way you reacted when she left. I saw how much it hurt you."

You opened your mouth to respond, but she shakes her head, pushing forward. "And I get it, I do. I just-" She swallowed hard, eyes flickering with something vulnerable, something fragile. "I’m scared, (Y/N). What if she still has a part of your heart? What if one day, you fight against me the same way?"

You felt like the air has been knocked out of your lungs. "Wanda," you breathe.

She looked away, "I know it’s unfair. I trust you, I do. But I can’t help thinking about it, and I hate that." She clenched her fists. "I hate that she still affects you."

You reached for her again, gently taking her hands in yours. "Wanda," you said firmly, waiting until she meets your gaze. "I love you. And I choose you. Every single day."

She exhaleed shakily, her fingers tightening around yours, "I just don’t want to lose you," she whispered.

You squeezed her hands gently, your heart ached at the look in her eyes. Wanda, your Wanda, who had always been so sure, so steady, now looked at you like she’s terrified of losing you.

"I´m not going anywhere, okay?" your voice was quiet but firm. "I don’t have a place for Natasha as a lover in my heart." You shook your head, swallowing hard. "If anything, she was my friend first. That’s why I fought for her, why I- why I tried."

Wanda looked at you, searching your face for something… maybe reassurance, maybe the truth she already knew, but needed to hear again. Her voice was softer now, hesitant. "Not even a bit of her?"

You sighed, rubbing your thumb over her knuckles. "I can’t change that we were exes," you admited. "It’s… not usual… this situation. I just… I want to make you happy, I don´t want to make you upset." You held her gaze, making sure she understands, "it wansn´t mean to be, it is sad, but we´re here, I´m here with you and i wouldn´t trade it for anything."

Wanda watched you for a long moment, her shoulders slowly relaxing. She nodded, more to herself than to you. "Natasha is my friend too, you know." She let out a sharp breath. "I don’t… Fuck, I hate this."

You blinked in surprise at the sudden curse, eyes widening slightly. It’s rare for Wanda to swear so bluntly, especially when she was being so straightforward.

She gestured vaguely, frustration clear on her face. "It’s a stupid fucking situation."

Despite yourself, you chuckled, shaking your head, "tell me about it."

For a second, there wassilence. Then, finally, Wanda exhaled a laughed too, albeit a small one. And for the first time in days, things didn´t feel so heavy between you. And you promised to eachother that you would try to get out of this situation with zero losses, meaning that neither of you would lose yourselves or Natasha. At the end, she is a friend.

You hadn’t seen much of Natasha since your fight.

Actually, no one had.

She wasn’t just avoiding you, she was avoiding everyone. Steve, Tony, Wanda even Clint. She still showed up for missions, still did what she had to, but beyond that? She was a ghost.

So when Steve pulled her aside and said he had an emergency - two agents fighting, needing backup, she hadn’t expected this. So of course she helped him.

The moment Natasha rushed into the gym, you knew. Her eyes scanned the room wildly before landing on you, her breath still heavy from running over so fast. And when she realized what was actually happening, just you standing there, her face twisted in something unreadable.

You turned, looking at Steve, who simply stood by the door, arms crossed.

Natasha's posture stiffened instantly, her body already pivoting toward the exit. "Steve," she warned, reaching for the handle.

"Talk," he said simply. And then… click.

The sound of the lock sliding into place made you jolt slightly. You glanced between Steve and Natasha, your stomach twisting uncomfortably. It had been weeks since you last spoke. Since that horrible fight where you said things you couldn’t take back. Natasha pulled a hairpin from her pocket, quickly kneeling to pick the lock. But before she could even try, you exhaled, shaking your head.

"You can’t open it," you said, crossing your arms. "Even if you pick the lock. It’s one of Tony’s new systems. The door won’t budge unless Steve lets us out."

Natasha shot you a sharp look before turning back to Steve, who simply raised a brow.

"Guess you’re stuck," he said, then turned on his heel and walked away, leaving you both standing in heavy silence.

Natasha sat on the ground, leaning back against the wall, her fingers absently toying with the pin she had tried to use on the lock. Her gaze was cast downward, jaw tight, and you could see the way her mind was racing, trying to figure out a way to navigate this without letting too much slip.

You watched her for a long moment, arms crossed, shifting your weight between your feet, "this isn’t ideal, I know," you finally said, voice careful, measured. "I doubt either of us wanted to have this conversation. But we’re here."

Natasha stayed quiet.

You took a slow breath, pushing past the lump in your throat. "I know you don’t believe me, but I didn’t mean it."

Her fingers stilled against the pin, but she didn’t lift her head.

You hesitated, forcing yourself to keep going. "That day, when I said what I did- I knew it was going to hurt. That’s why I said it." Your voice cracked slightly, but you didn’t stop. "I wanted to hurt you, the same way you were hurting me."

Silence.

Your chest ached at her lack of response, but you pushed forward anyway.

"I pushed you away," you admitted, voice quieter now. "And now I hate that we’re not even friends anymore." You swallowed hard, emotions threatening to overwhelm you, but you forced yourself to keep looking at her. Really looking at her. "You were a huge part of my life, Nat. That doesn’t just disappear."

Finally, finally, her head lifted slightly. Her green eyes met yours, but they weren’t sharp or guarded like before. They just looked… tired.

"I still want you to be a part of my life," you whispered.

Natasha exhaled deeply, rubbing a hand over her face before finally speaking. "I’m sorry too," she murmured, voice raw. "For everything. And… I don’t think you’re a lot to handle." She hesitated, then shook her head. "I know Wanda won’t ever get tired of you."

Her words hit you harder than you expected. You felt something in your chest unclench just slightly, like a weight had been lifted, like finally, you weren’t fighting against someone who refused to meet you halfway.

"I was a dick," Natasha added, glancing at you.

You huffed a soft laugh, crossing your arms, "yup."

Natasha scoffed, shaking her head, but there was the smallest hint of amusement there.

"But me too," you admitted.

Her lips twitched, barely a ghost of a smirk. "Always had to do the same thing, hm?"

You let out a breath, giving her a small shrug, "it’s what we do."

For a moment, silence stretched between you, but it wasn’t unbearable, it just hung there, fragile but not suffocating. Then Natasha exhaled again, pressing her palms against her knees, looking at nothing in particular. "I had one good thing," she said suddenly, voice quiet. "One thing in my life that felt real. And when we broke up, I lost it. I lost the only good part of me."

Your throat tightened, but you didn’t interrupt.

Natasha’s gaze was distant, like she was lost somewhere in the past. "I’ve never been certain of anything in my life, not really. Everything’s always been a mission, a directive, something to follow. But when I was with you…" She hesitated, fingers twitching slightly. "I thought I was certain. Even if I was terrified of it. And when I had the good thing, I wanted more and more, until the main reason why I was happy… I lost the main sorce of my happiness."

You swallowed hard, biting the inside of your cheek.

She let out a small, humorless chuckle. "I don’t even know what I’m saying right now."

"It’s okay." You reached out your hand, offering to help Natasha stand up.

And for the first time in a long time, Natasha didn’t pull away and took your hand.

You took a slow breath, steadying yourself before speaking, "I don’t regret it, you know."

Natasha blinked, caught off guard, "what?"

"Loving you," you clarifed, your voice steady but soft, "I don’t regret any of it."

She stared at you, like she’s not sure she heard you right. Like it physically hurts her to hear it. But you don’t stop.

"I’m with Wanda now, and I love her. I really, truly do," you continued, watching the way Natasha’s expression shifts, how she keeps her face neutral, but you can see the tension in her jaw, the way her fingers tighten slightly. "But that doesn’t mean what we had wasn’t real, or that I wish it didn’t happen. Because I don’t."

Natasha swallowed hard, looking away for a moment, like she needs to gather herself before she can respond.

"And I know how much you mean to Wanda," you went on. "She doesn’t say it out loud all the time, but I see it. She trusts you, looks up to you even. And Pietro… he’s starting to fit in, and I know a lot of that is because of you."

Natasha exhaled sharply, shaking her head, "I didn’t-"

"You did," you cut in, giving her a small, knowing smile. "Without you, neither of them would be getting comfortable here as easily as they are. And I just…" You paused, gathering the right words. "I see that you’ve changed. And I’m proud of you, Nat."

She looked at you then, really looked at you, like she’s trying to figure out if you mean it. Like she wanted to believe it but didn´t know if she’s allowed to.

"I’d be happy if we could be friends," you said gently. "Because I’d like that. I really would."

There’s a long pause before Natasha finally nodded, her voice barely above a whisper. "I would like that too."

Something in your chest eased, and when you step forward, arms open slightly, she hesitates only for a second before pulling you into a hug.

You held her tight, and she held you just as firmly, but there’s something else there, something breaking beneath the surface. Because this is closure. This is her realizing that no matter what, she can’t go back in time. And even though she said she want this, even though she does, it still hurts. Seeing you with someone else.

You pulled back just slightly, searching Natasha’s face, "so… we’re good?"

She met your gaze, nods. "Yeah. We’re good.”

Before you could said anything else, there’s a soft beep, and the lock on the door clicks open.

Natasha exhaled sharply, glancing toward it. Then she looked back at you, "if you’ll excuse me, I’m gonna go kill the famous Captain America."

You couldn´t help but chuckle, stepping aside so she can leave, "go easy on him," you said, though you both know she won’t.

Natasha gave you one last look before shaking her head with a smirk and walking out of the room.

You stood there for a moment, exhaling slowly. It’s like a weight has lifted off your chest. Things are not perfect, but at least you talked things through.

You found Wanda in the common area, lounging on the couch with a book in her lap. The moment she saw you, she smiled, setting it aside. "Hey," she said softly.

"Hey," you replied, dropping down beside her. You exhaled, letting yourself relax for the first time in what felt like days. "I talked to Natasha."

Wanda tilted her head, studying your expression, "and?"

You smiled, a genuine one this time. "We're good. I mean, as good as we can be. We're friends."

Wanda let out a relieved sigh, nodding. "I'm glad. It´s been a lot… she need a break"

"So do you," you pointed out, reaching for her hand. "But yeah, I’m happy. I think this is good for all of us."

Wanda squeezed your fingers gently, "yeah. I think so too."

Before you could say anything else, the door opened, and Natasha walked in. She looked around for a second before her eyes landed on you.

"So," you said with a smirk, "did you kick America's ass?"

Natasha smirked back, "of course I did."

Wanda chuckled softly, shaking her head. But then Natasha’s expression shifted, and she looked at Wanda more seriously. "Can we talk?"

You blinked, exchanging a glance with Wanda. Oh.

Wanda shot you a look before turning back to Natasha, "um… yeah, sure."

You hesitated for a second, then stood up. "I’ll just… be over there," you said, motioning vaguely before slipping out of the room.

As you left, you couldn’t help but feel a small flicker of nervousness. Whatever Natasha wanted to say to Wanda… you just hoped it wouldn’t undo all the progress you had made.

Wanda crossed her arms as she watched you leave, then turned back to Natasha. "Alright," she said carefully. "What do you want to talk about?"

Natasha exhaled, running a hand through her hair. "I just…" She hesitated, like she was trying to figure out how to phrase what she wanted to say. "I wanted to make sure there’s no… weirdness. Between us."

Wanda arched an eyebrow. "No weirdness?"

Natasha shrugged, forcing a small smirk. "Yeah. You and me, we’re good, right?"

Wanda narrowed her eyes, seeing right through her. "You tell me."

Natasha held her gaze for a moment, then sighed. "Look, I just want you and (Y/N) to be happy, alright? That’s all I care about."

Wanda tilted her head, fingers tapping against her arm, "and that’s it?"

"That’s it," Natasha lied, the words tasting bitter on her tongue. She could hear the way her voice wavered, could feel the ache in her chest. But she ignored it.

Wanda studied her, searching for something in her expression. "You don’t have to do that."

Natasha frowned, "do what?"

"Pretend," Wanda answered. "I know it hurts you."

Natasha’s frown deepened. "Don’t go inside my head," she muttered, her tone sharp.

Wanda stayed calm, but her expression remained firm. "I’m not," she said evenly. "But I know that if I did, I’d see that I’m right."

Natasha’s jaw tightened. Something in her shoulders went rigid, a flicker of something almost like panic in her eyes. "Don’t," she snapped, voice lower this time.

Wanda took a slow breath. "Then don’t lie."

Natasha let out a bitter laugh, shaking her head. "You think you know everything, don’t you?"

"No," Wanda admitted. "But I know enough."

Natasha clenched her fists at her sides, struggling to keep her emotions in check. "It doesn’t matter," she muttered, looking away.

"It does to me," Wanda said softly.

"Why?" Natasha asked, the question slipping out before she could stop it. There was a quiet desperation in it, a frustration she wasn’t sure she could keep contained much longer. "Why do you care? You got what you wanted. You have her."

Wanda hesitated, then stepped forward. "Because you’re my friend too, you know," she said. "And I don’t hate you, even if sometimes I wish I did. It would make this a lot easier."

Natasha forced a smirk, but it didn’t quite reach her eyes. "You and me both."

Silence stretched between them, thick and heavy.

Wanda studied her, searching her face for something Natasha wasn’t sure she wanted to show. "You’re allowed to be upset, Nat," Wanda murmured.

Natasha scoffed. "What good would that do?"

"It’s better than pretending you’re fine when you’re not," Wanda said. Natasha sighed, rubbing her hands over her face. "I don’t even know what I’m feeling anymore," she admitted, voice quieter now.

Wanda nodded, understanding. "Then figure it out. But don’t shut everyone out in the process."

Natasha still wouldn’t look up, her eyes fixed on the floor as if the answer to all of this could somehow be found in the cracks beneath her feet. Wanda could see the tension in her shoulders, the way she was holding herself so tightly, and she didn´t have to read her mind at all.

"You don’t have to say anything," Wanda said after a moment, her voice softer now, "but don’t pretend like this doesn’t hurt."

Natasha let out a breath, one that sounded just a little too shaky. "Of course it hurts," she muttered.

Wanda waited, giving her space to keep going, to say something real. And for once, Natasha didn’t fight it.

"I-" Natasha exhaled sharply, raking a hand through her hair. "I know she’s happy with you," she said finally. "And I want that. I want her to be happy." She swallowed hard, shaking her head. "But I still-" She clenched her jaw, forcing herself to stop.

Wanda nodded. "You still love her."

Natasha let out a bitter laugh, her hands tightening into fists, "yeah, I do."

Wanda could feel the weight of the confession, how much it was costing Natasha to say it out loud, especially to her. And for once, she didn’t feel jealousy creeping in. Just… sadness.

"But that doesn’t change anything," Natasha said quickly, as if trying to convince herself more than Wanda. "She’s not mine anymore. She hasn’t been for a long time."

"That doesn’t mean you can just switch it off," Wanda said gently.

Natasha sighed, finally looking up. "I know that, I tried that," she let out a chuckle. "But I also know I don’t want to lose her again. And I sure as hell don’t want to mess things up with you."

Wanda blinked, caught off guard, "with me?"

"Yeah," Natasha said, her voice almost resigned. "I know I’ve been a pain in the ass, but… you’re important to her. And I- I don’t want to be the thing that puts a wedge between you two."

Wanda studied her for a long moment. There was no deception in Natasha’s face this time. No act, no pretense. Just raw, aching honesty.

"You won’t," Wanda promised. "Not if we don’t let it." Natasha huffed a quiet, humorless laugh. "You make it sound so easy."

"It’s not," Wanda admitted. "But that doesn’t mean we can’t try." Natasha didn’t answer right away. She just stared at nothing, shoulders slumped. She looked exhausted, drained in a way Wanda hadn’t seen before.

"I just… I miss what it felt like," Natasha said suddenly, voice so quiet Wanda almost missed it. "Being in love with her. Being loved by her." She exhaled. "It was the one good thing I had. And when I lost it, I lost the best part of me."

Wanda’s chest ached at the way she said it, like she truly believed it. "That’s not true," she said. "You’re more than who you were with her, Nat."

Natasha didn’t look convinced.

"You don’t have to lose her," Wanda continued. "Not completely. And you don’t have to lose yourself either."

Natasha let the words sink in, her throat working as she swallowed. "I want to believe that," she admitted.

"Then start trying."

Natasha huffed a quiet, almost disbelieving laugh. "Look how the tables turn," she muttered, shaking her head. "You helping me out."

Wanda smiled, tilting her head slightly. "That’s what friends do.”

Natasha blinked at her, something twisting deep in her chest. Friends. It should feel like a relief, like something solid to hold on to, but all she could think was… why is she so nice?

She should hate her. She should resent her, should want nothing to do with her. After everything, after the hurt, the mess Natasha had made of things. But she didn’t.

Wanda looked at her for a long moment, as if she could hear every thought in Natasha’s head. And maybe she didn’t need her powers to do that, maybe she just knew.

"You held enough hate to yourself," Wanda said, voice steady. "I don´t see the point to adding up on that."

Natasha swallowed, her throat suddenly too tight.

"Love is-" she hesitated, searching for the right words. "Love is what holds a person together. What keeps them alive."

Natasha looked away, jaw clenching. She wanted to argue, to push back, to scoff at the idea of love being some great, saving force. But… wasn’t that why she was hurting? Because she had lost it?

Wanda sighed. "I know what it’s like to hold onto something so tightly because you’re afraid of what happens if you let go." She exhaled, softer now. "But you don’t have to hold on alone, Natasha."

Natasha closed her eyes for a moment. She didn’t know what she had expected from this conversation… maybe anger, maybe resentment. But not this. Not understanding.

When she opened them again, Wanda was still looking at her, still offering something Natasha wasn’t sure she deserved. But she wanted to. God, she wanted to.

So she just nodded. "Okay."

Wanda smiled, small but real. "Okay."

…

Weeks passed, and Natasha was really trying.

She helped you with recruits, running combat drills and teaching them how to spot weaknesses in an opponent. She sparred with Steve, listened to his endless lectures about teamwork, and even agreed to help Clint babysit on his rare nights off. She joined in on dinners with the rest of the Avengers, laughing at Tony’s terrible impressions and throwing in her own dry remarks that made everyone crack up.

She and Wanda found an easy rhythm on missions, covering each other, moving as a unit. There was no hesitation between them, no lingering tension. Just trust. And when you and Natasha sat together, talking shit about Fury’s ever-growing list of secrets, it almost felt like before.

Every friday night (if there was no missions or Tony´s parties) the common room was filled with laughter, the soft glow of the TV casting a warm light over the group. It was movie night, something Tony had declared mandatory for "team bonding" (though everyone suspected he just liked forcing his bad taste in movies on the rest of them).

You were curled up against Wanda, her fingers tracing absentminded patterns along your arm. She was warm, solid against you, and every now and then, she pressed a soft kiss to your temple.

Across the room, Steve was in the middle of a heated debate with Tony, arms crossed as he scowled. "Salted popcorn is objectively better," Steve argued, gesturing toward the bowl in his lap. "It’s simple, classic-"

"Boring," Tony interrupted, tossing a handful of caramel popcorn into his mouth. "You’re boring, Rogers."

"Caramel is just sugar pretending to be food," Steve shot back.

Bucky, lounging lazily with his feet up on the coffee table, raised an eyebrow. "Aren’t you a billionaire? Why don’t we just make both and be done with this?"

Tony scoffed dramatically, waving a hand. "That’s not the point, Rust Bucket."

Natasha, sitting comfortably in the armchair beside them, smirked and looked over at Bucky. "Leave them. They’ll tire themselves out in a minute."

Bucky hummed in agreement, watching as Steve and Tony continued bickering like an old married couple. Natasha’s gaze flickered over to you and Wanda. Her expression softened as she took in the way. Wanda curled closer to you, the way you leaned into her touch without hesitation.

She flashed you both a small, easy smile. "You two are disgustingly cute, you know that?"

Wanda rolled her eyes, but she was smiling. "Says the woman who ‘accidentally’ left The Notebook playing on loop last week."

Natasha scoffed, "That was Clint, and I stand by my alibi."

You chuckled, shaking your head. It was nice… this easy, teasing dynamic. Natasha seemed okay. She felt okay.

Everything was good.

Everything was normal.

Natasha sat back in her chair, a faint smirk playing on her lips as she watched the group around her. The warmth of their laughter, the way they bickered and teased, it should have felt like home. It should have been enough. It was before.

She turned her gaze back to you and Wanda, curled up together on the couch, lost in your own little world. She had smiled when she called you disgustingly cute, had even managed to make it sound teasing and light. But the words had burned as they left her lips, a quiet kind of agony twisting in her chest.

Because the truth was, it still hurt. It still felt like she was being ripped apart, piece by piece, every time she looked at you and knew you weren’t hers anymore.

And yet, no one noticed.

No one noticed the way her hands shook when she was alone, gripping the edge of the sink until her knuckles turned white. No one noticed the way exhaustion clung to her bones, no matter how much she slept, if she even slept at all. No one noticed that her smiles didn’t quite reach her eyes, that they never had, not since she lost you.

No one noticed how, when she said she was happy for you, she had been lying… not to you, but to herself.

No one noticed that beneath it all, she still felt lost.

And this time, she was faking it so well that even she almost believed it.

Almost.

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wandasaura · 3 days ago

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LIGHTNING BOLT

summary — before there were the thunderbolts, there was a girl as fast as lightning in a small ohio town

warning(s) — platonic relationship, practically sisters, aroace!yelena, childhood friendship, kidnapping, child trafficking, mentions of the red room, red room typical violence/assaults/inhumane treatment, mention of mind control, mention of the blip, mention of endgame events, slight/potential thunderbolts spoilers, grief, trauma, alludes to depression/mental health struggle, reunion, fighting, hand-to-hand combat, russian dialogue, healing, jeff the landshark mentioned, natasha romanoff is not alive but she makes an appearance, friends to child soldiers to strangers to sisters, comfort, angst

authors note — happy birthday, @nameforthemain !! early (and not the straight fluff i promised) but alas the road led me astray on the journey. definitely needed to sleep, wrote this instead. not edited. not proofread. aura’s 2am yelena thoughts.

The elementary school playground has the fastest slide in Mount Vernon, that is a known fact amongst everyone who had grown up in the public school system. It’s yellow like a lightning bolt, or a yellow jacket, and you whirl down it like a twister every time you set your course.

Yelena hadn’t been your neighbor in preschool. Not when you’d been in Ms. Cindy’s class at the elementary school and had gotten to explore that yellow slide every day at morning and afternoon recess. But, she’d been your neighbor in Kindergarten and you made up for the lost time quickly.

It had taken three days for Yelena to realize that nothing she did could help her beat you. You had the fastest record in all of Mr. Jones’ class, let alone the fastest record on the block when summer came around and your friendly competitions carried on into the change of seasons.

When Yelena was six and you were seven, although she’d always felt like she was bigger than you, she joined a soccer team. They had practice behind the elementary school, and Natasha would walk you and Yelena there with her bike. Melina never came. You remember asking Yelena if that upset her, but at the time she’d only shrugged and said Natasha was watching from up high with the forest stars. You remember she named that soccer team the thunderbolts. A persistent little body on the field when she wasn’t at your side babbling on the sidelines; probably disappointing Natasha who was always drilling the rules of the game into her head on the walk to the practice fields.

She was. Natasha always was. Sometimes, she walked you to the playground even when your parents said you could make the journey alone, trusting fully in their almost first-graders as summer came to an end. But, Natasha was a worrier. Yelena said as much when she slept over at your house.

It was October when you slept over at her house for the very first time. It was the weekend before Halloween. Last Halloween, she hadn’t come out to trick-or-treat with you, even though you saw that she had a costume because Melina brought it inside from the grocery store outside of a shopping bag. Natasha had answered the door and given you three handfuls of candy, not looking all too glum about missing out on the thrill of the hunt. You never did understand her as a kid.

Yelena was obsessed with My Little Pony. She knew the whole theme song by heart, and she always carried around a purple Twilight Sparkle figurine that your father said you couldn’t have. She let you hold it sometimes, but that day wasn’t one of them.

Natasha had shown you how to do a backbend in their backyard after school, and Yelena had cheered you on from her own upside down position near the swingset. You scraped your knee in the crash landing, and the tears had been an immediate response to follow. Natasha rushed your left side, leaving the right for Yelena to fill as she shrieked for Melina to come outside and tend to the blood bubbling over on your kneecap.

You’d eaten two bites of the dinner Melina made with a My Little Pony bandaid on your knee when Alexei corralled you and Yelena outside without even your shoes on. Your father was just getting home from work. He was pulling into the driveway, his tie already undone around his neck. You waved at him through the window of the backseat, eye bright, hopeful. He didn’t so much as smile in return.

You never saw him again. There’s been gunshots, screaming, blood. The sun was hot wherever Natasha landed the plane. You don’t know where that was. You’ve never known where that was. Yelena had held onto you the entire time. She wasn’t a brave kid. She hated the dark. She was scared of spiders even though she told Natasha she thought they were cool. She doesn’t like the wind at night because it sound like wolves. But she’d been brave in that moment. She’d been brave when she’d held onto you, Natasha holding onto her. She’d been brave when she raised her chin, mimicking Natasha when a man reached out for you, seeing you as the weakest link. She never let go of that Twilight Sparkle toy. Not until it fell from her unconscious hand and was abandoned on whatever island you’d landed at, but her bravery didn’t waver even though it had been tethered to such childhood innocence.

Yelena’s bravery hadn’t wavered from that day forward, even when yours had. Yelena never cowered in the face of discipline and structure. She never let the lashings of a cane unmake her entirely, or the assault of a guard strip her of her autonomy. You’d been together until you were eleven. It had been some cruel joke by Madam B. The first installment of their mind control experiments that eventually led to Yelena’s undoing. Not that you knew that. No, you hadn’t known how deep Dreykov’s claws had been into her mind until you were twenty-six and suddenly free of the same prisons.

Were you ever truly free through? One minute you’re walking away from Yelena on the battlefield, one last hug from Natasha the only reason you’d lingered amongst the debris for as long as you did, and the next thing you knew you were surrounded by things you didn’t know and people you weren’t familiar with, being told that Natasha Romanoff had sacrificed her life to bring yours back after five years being just… gone.

You’d been gone before. You’d been gone in your head, in Dreykov’s mind games and his serums. You’d been lost in the traumatic replaying of your assaults and your beatings. There’s been a three week period of clarity in the red room when Madam B had weaned the dosage of your mind control. You’d been near comatose in a psychotic break. Whimpering and muttering nonsense about a closed-quarter assault that had taken place seven years ago, but only resurfaced in your memory at the ‘reward’ of conscious thinking.

After the blip, it had felt impossible to carve a path for yourself with no lead. Yelena was in the wind until she suddenly wasn’t, on your radar after an altercation with New York’s own Katherine Bishop. Eleanor Bishop’s incarceration following a scuffle on the ice rink was the news that pulled you to New York at all, chasing the only ghost that remained from your past life.

Your father had lost his life in a collision not even a year after Melina and Alexei disappeared off the face of the earth with you; a collision he caused after having one too many drinks at the bar and then insisting on driving home himself. Not an abnormal routine even when you had been around to kiss goodnight. And your mother had killed herself shortly after your tenth anniversary, unable to bear the weight of your disappearance and lack of recovery.

Natasha was dead. Gone. Not even on this planet anymore if your sources proved accurate, not that you trusted anyone enough to ever fully know the truth of Natasha’s final chapter. You hadn’t wanted to accept that it hurt you when you did find out of her passing; that it ripped something apart in you, you held onto the image of Natasha Romanoff as a big sister in Ohio, even though mind control and chemical subjugation.

Yelena didn’t fare a much better lifestyle after Natasha’s death had broken her either. She threw herself into work with Valentina when she wasn’t tending to Natasha’s grave or going on walks with Fanny. You’d tailed her to Milan once, hidden in the shadows. You’d almost been disappointed in her for not noticing you until it dawned on you that it was a sign of healing. Somehow, Yelena had healed from the traumas of the red room enough to only look over her shoulder when she felt it necessary for survival.

That’s how you ended up face to face for the first time in nine years. You’d snuck into a New York City apartment. A high level pimp in an underground sex ring operation. It wasn’t the cleanest line of work. Your hands were still bloodied at the end of every day. But it gave you peace of mind to know that you were taking out the good guys while still utilizing your skills. Melina and Alexei had taken you away from your life with no consultation, and you refused to let it be in vain. You refused to lose your way any more in life than you already have.

Yelena had been watching you. Not just Yelena, but the entire ‘New Avengers’ team that you’d seen officially deemed on nationwide television. You weren’t blind to Valentina’s objective and manipulation. You’d seen her blubbering for what it truly was, a cover up, a way to save her own ass that she’d initially never even foreseen, but even if that wasn’t her goal, you’d nodded quietly from the sidelines as you watched Yelena play her game.

She’s a lot better at this hero thing then she ever was at soccer. You know Natasha would be proud. You know you’ve healed in some capacity that you can think about Natasha at all without crying.

“Chto ty zdes' delayesh'?” Yelena questions, her cheeks flushed, her hair slicked away from her face, giving you the perfect and clearest view of her eyes and the few hundred emotions racing through her stare. Hurt, confusion, hesitation. She’s blocking every punch you throw at her, but she’s not giving any back. She was a higher level then you when she was still beneath Dreykov’s thumb. You know that she could win this fight in four minutes if she wanted to. But she doesn’t want to, because you’re still you, and she’s still Yelena, and somewhere out there in the universe there’s little six year old girls skipping to the playground together, a solemn blue haired pre-teen leading their way.

When you don’t stop fighting, your target just minutes out from returning to his apartment, Yelena grabs your wrist, spinning you into her chest until her biceps lock around you protectively, keeping you still even when you flail like a deadly catch out of water. “Ty mozhesh' ostanovit'sya? YA ne khochu prichinyat' tebe bol'.” She seethes, and while Russian is neither of your mother tongues, not like it was Natasha’s, it feels like a piece of homecoming off of her lips. It’s been over two decades since you’d been just a little American fourth-grader with neglectful parents at the best. You hardly resonate with that girl anymore, but somehow you think it’s the only thing Yelena can see right now. “Stop it! Stop it.”

“Let go of me.” It’s been almost ten years since Natasha freed you from the confines of the Red Room with Yelena’s help, but neither of you have lost even a touch of the russian accent that Dreykov and Madam B drilled into you despite wanting perfect and seamless transitions between accents and dialects. It’s one of the many reasons you know, and have come to terms with the fact, that your entire life had been a rigged system from the time that you were seven-years-old and kidnapped from right beneath your parents noses. “L-Let go!” The feeling of Yelena’s arms around you is suffocating. It brings you right back to that last day in the Red Room before she’d advanced and you’d stayed behind at the same infuriating level, only kept around by Dreykov because of the experimental serum running through your veins.

It gets harder to keep the objective of your mission clear in your head the longer Yelena keeps you wrapped up in her embrace, reminding you of how much you’d missed her over the last five years. The blip had stolen half a decade from you, but it had been your own fear of rejection that had kept you away for another four.

“Tebe bol'she ne nuzhno borot'sya. My svobodny. Natalia osvobodila nas.” There’s a thickness in Yelena’s voice, an indication that Natasha is not an easy topic to hold, even though it’s been four years since the weight of her absence had reached Yelena. It will never get easier to live without her. To know that she sacrificed the idea of everything she deserved without even getting to have a taste of it at all before she died haunts you. It haunts you enough to let you believe that this is what she would want for you. It’s not. Natasha would be horrified to know that she’d plunged head first off a cliff and you’re still fighting, still adding red to your ledger when all she’d wanted for you and her and Yelena was to wipe it out entirely.

You were good kids once. It’s not your fault that the world was so cruel.

Your knees collapse, sobs shake your form, but Yelena does not let go of you for even a second. She sinks to the floor, holds you as you cry the way Clint had held her. It’s an intentionally restrictive position, one learned in the Red Room from handlers that go on to teach other handlers. Your wrists are grasped between her tight, unwavering hold. You can’t break free and claw at her wrist no matter how many different ways you move your knuckles. Your back is pinned to her chest, giving you the disadvantage to blindness. It doesn’t matter. You wouldn’t have stood a chance anyway. You needed this.

She doesn’t even bristle when your target walks through the door. She shoots him with her stun gun, a single pulse to the chest, and he crumbles to the ground like a sheet of paper. The sight sobers you, reminds you of your purpose even if it doesn’t have to be just that anymore.

Yelena helps you to your feet, and the minute her eyes fall upon you without the constant punching and scratching, she’s back in Ohio like she never left.

“Hey, lightning bolt.” She smiles coyly, and your own lips quirk into an emotional smirk. It’s easy with Yelena. Everything is. It doesn’t matter how many years pass, there will never be another person like her by your side. She’s your best friend, your sister, your thunderbolt.

“That is still stupid nickname.” You mention, and Yelena scoffs, shaking her head. Her stubborn persistence has not faded, even when it had been unmade temporarily by chemical subjugation imparted on her (and you) by her own mother.

“No. What is stupid is that… thing on your shirt. What is that? Shark with legs? Ridiculous.” She narrows her eyes on your appearance, realizing that despite surrounding yourself with the same workload and guilt, you’d grown into a version of yourself that was alike the child she’d known once. You think there are glimpses of that blonde girl in her too, even if her hair is bleached, slicked back with grease.

Your lips pout, “It is a landshark. I have read all about him. He is better than that vest you had.”

“No, no. My vest was practical. So many pockets. I put so many things in those pockets, I tell you. Should never have left it to Natasha. You know, she is very bad at keeping track of things.” Yelena’s voice strains when she remembers that Natasha will never actively be bad at keeping track of things anymore. It’s been years, but it never gets any easier to remember.

“My mission.” It dawns on you that this is a fork in the road. A clear split between what you’ve always known, and what you can remember dreaming about before you were anyone important. Your eyes trail back to the predator on the floor. You’d justified this job for four years because it was doing more good than just sitting around, and you feared letting your skills get rusty, but it wasn’t what you wanted. Not anymore.

“Come with me.” Yelena pleads, and you know that it’s the first time you’d heard her say anything like it since the last time you’d visited that yellow slide in Ohio. She’d begged to know the trick to going faster. You told her that she has to swing herself down from the bar, because there never was any secret keeping with Yelena. Not when you asked the right questions at least. “Come back to the tower. You can meet Fanny.”

“Fanny?” Your eyes crease, because you’d followed Yelena for years, but the name of the dog had never sparked your curiosity.

“Fanny Longbottom. She is named after Natasha.” Yelena nods before her face sobers, and you know that time has passed just by that level of composure and self awareness. You don’t possess it. She’s paced the path to recovery after Dreykov, but you still linger by the entrance, terrified of what awaits you when you finally accept that it’s all over and done with. You don’t know how something like that can just end and be over. It will never leave you, just like it’s never left Yelena. “You do not have to be alone. You are not alone. I am here with you. And, and I do not believe in Gods, or, or Jesus, but I believe that Natasha can see us. I have to believe that, because… because she is my sister, and if I do not believe that she is still here, then… then I do not know what to do anymore. But, we can figure it out together. Because Natasha did. And we can do anything she does, just not as good. It is infuriating.”

“I do not know how to start over.” You sniffle, stealing one last glance at the man on the floor before you decide that it’s worth it to see where freedom leads with Yelena.

“You do it with one step forward at a time.”

Chto ty zdes' delayesh' — What are you doing here?

Ty mozhesh' ostanovit'sya? YA ne khochu prichinyat' tebe bol‘ — Would you stop? I do not want to hurt you.

Tebe bol'she ne nuzhno borot'sya. My svobodny. Natasha osvobodila nas. — You don’t have to fight anymore. We are free. Natasha freed us.

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Possibilities

Wolf!Natasha Romanoff x Reader

You and your wolf human mate had carved up a nice little slice of heaven for yourselves. The sanctuary was a success. You had a loving relationships and two wonderful deer human hybrid children, Wanda and Pietro. The four of you were quite the pack.

Honestly what more could someone want?

You and Natasha still found yourselves doing ops to rescue other hybrids. You had help from hybrids Kate Bishop, Yelena, Steve, Bucky and Sam.

On one particular op, you and Natasha were raiding another Red Room facility and found a cold storage area.

You looked closer at the containers in the searing cold room. Names of hybrids were clearly labeled on the sides of cylindrical containers. One name caught your eye - Natasha Anastasia Romanoff.

“Natasha” you called out to your mate. “This container has your name on it”

Natasha approached it cautiously. A quick sniff from her nostrils didn’t tip her off to anything.

“Open it slowly” she quickly ordered you.

You slowly opened the container to find a row of perfectly frozen eggs.

“They’re…” you find yourself pausing, almost in shock.

“The Red Room,” Natasha looked at the row with her name on them in amazement, “they preserved my eggs?”

You look to your mate, unsure how to say it, “w-we could…”

“We can have children of our own” Natasha found herself crying a few tears of joy as she quickly hugged you.

You quickly ordered a cold unit to keep all the eggs preserved. So many hybrids that could have children of their own now.

You and Natasha along with the special cargo made your way back to the sanctuary. Little Wanda and Pietro were quick to run to you as soon as they saw you.

You and Natasha, despite the earlier shock, were quick to love on your deer human children. You loved the twins so much. Wanda was still the more outwardly expressive of her love for her momma and poppa but Pietro just loved being close to you both.

Natasha’s mind was still racing a little as you got the cold storage unit safely packed and powered.

You and Natasha cuddles on your office couch as your wolf girl looked out the window as the twins played happily on the nearby playground.

“What do we do, my hunter?” Natasha found herself asking softly.

“Do you…want to have more kids?” You wrapped her in your arms. “I mean I would love to…we would still need a surrogate to carry the baby”

Natasha nuzzles you, her wolf tail wagging happily, “I always wanted a big family. With you”

You kiss her nose, “we’ll figure it out. But first things first, we should discuss it with Wanda and Pietro. As a pack”

“Yeah,” she gives you a gentle smile, “as a pack. A family”

That night you sat down your children and put the situation in as much an age appropriate term as possible. You explained to them how you and Natasha found a way to possibly have more kids.

“But we want to know your opinions, my podaroks,” Natasha explains. “You are still our babies and we love you more than anything in the world”

“And that is never gonna change,” you add, “momma and I are just…expanding our pack”

The twins look to each other and then their little doe tails started to wiggle.

Wanda, ever the expressive little doe girl, jumped up squealing happily. “I’m gonna get a little sister?!”

You and Natasha shared a little laugh. You both let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding in.

“No,” Pietro says, “I’m gonna get a little brother!”

You give Natasha a gentle kiss on her nose. You still had a lot of details to still work out but now there was a whole future of possibilities for you and your pack. And yes your pack was expanding.

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Omg yay!! Im so happy so for Wanda x reader x nat so what if one day Wanda takes the reader out shopping because she never really wears anything revealing and they wanted to surprise nat with something special when she comes home from her mission so when she comes out of the Dressing in a very revealing dress the Wanda is smitten but when nat sees the reader after a long and stressful day…. She simply cannot help herself.

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Summary: Eager to surprise Natasha after a long mission, you let Wanda take you shopping for something a little out of your comfort zone. Dressed to impress and filled with anxiety, you wait for Natasha’s return.

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It started with a simple idea. You wanted to surprise Wanda and Natasha. You’d spent the past week missing them both.

Natasha, off on another high-stakes mission halfway across the road with Clint, and Wanda, busy running point from the Tower and calling you at night when she knew you’d be curled under your weighted blanket, pretending you weren’t lonely.

They were strong, capable, and skilled in their own ways. But somehow, they still made you, an entirely average, anxious human, feel like the most important part of their world.

So when Wanda offered to take you shopping “just for fun,” you hesitated initially, like you did to most suggestions. Shopping was not really your thing—definitely not for another revealing. But Wanda cupped your cheeks in her warm, graceful hands and looked into your eyes with that impossibly gentle stare.

“Let’s do something for Nnat. You know how hard it’s been for her lately. She misses us. And I think she’d lose her mind if she came home to you dressed like sin.”

That made your stomach flutter. You weren’t used to thinking of yourself as sexy; that was definitely Natasha and Wanda's area of expertise. But the idea of making them happy? It was exciting and terrifying.

You stood in front of the mirror, inside a private fitting room of an upscale boutique Wanda had charmed you into. The dress she’d chosen for you was a deep, wine-coloured silk that shimmered like molten metal under the studio lights. It dipped low across your chest and exposed nearly all your back. A slit ran dangerously high along your thigh.

Too high.

“Wands,” you called, your voice unable to disguise the anxiety, “are you sure this isn’t too much?”

The blue curtain swished open just enough for her to peek in, her emerald eyes immediately widening with appreciation. Peaking over her shoulder, she stepped inside without hesitation, her hands reaching to rest gently on your shoulders as she stood behind you, both of you facing the floor-to-ceiling mirror.

“Look at you,” she whispers, lips brushing your ear. “You look … devastating.”

Lowering your head, cheeks burning. “I just- what if I look like I'm trying too hard? Or worse, like I'm playing dress-up in someone else’s life? I'm not like you two. You’re gorgeous and powerful.”

Wanda turned you gently to face her, her touch always feather-light, and your body instantly leaned in to her.

“You’re ours,” she reminds you softly. “That's what makes you dangerous, dekta. You don’t even know the effect you have on us.”

Her thumb brushed over your bottom lip, calming the anxious tremble. She had been such an anchor to you since the first moment.

“I just want her to be happy—both of you. I know I'm not strong like her or have magic like you, but I love you so much it makes my chest hurt sometimes.”

Wanda smiles at you, a coy and flirtatious smile, her voice barely above a breath. “You are strong, my love. You’re the heart of us. You’re what keeps us human.”

Wanda knew you would spiral when coming shopping; she knew you better than you knew yourself. You would have these moments of courage to prove you’re worth the love, and then anxiety would snap you back again. All Wanda wanted was for you to understand that you were worthy of their love because her heart ached seeing the fear in your eyes.

Turning your body back towards the mirror, Wanda's hand smooths over the silk barely covering your hips. She didn’t say another word, but she didn’t have to. You could see the want and need in her pretty eyes, and just watched as she looked you up and down. Eventually, the tension in your shoulders eased, and you could begin to relax, maybe just beginning to believe her words.

You could do this; it’s just lingerie. Natasha had seen you naked more times than you could even begin to count. You could please your Avenger girlfriend.

Later that evening, you stood in the apartment, barefoot but still in the dress, trying desperately not to fidget as Wanda lit a few candles around the living room. You’d even attempted a soft make-up look, though you were convinced your hands had been too shaky for eyeliner.

“She should be back any minute,” Wanda informs as she walks past to grab a bottle of wine, pausing only to brush her hand across your lower back. “Deep breath, Sweetheart. She’s going to lose her mind.”

You open your mouth to answer, but the sound of the door unlocking freezes you in place, and your fingers are instantly wringing together over your abdomen in anxiety.

Then she was there—Natasha, dressed in her usual black tactical gear, a duffel bag slung over one shoulder, her red hair damp from the light drizzle outside. Her eyes were on you and only you.

The rest of the world seemingly slid away.

The fatigue on her beautiful face didn’t have time to settle. Not when she saw you, standing in that dress, framed by candlelight and body taut with nerves.

She drops her bag heavily onto the floor. “What … is this?”

You swallow, “Surprise?”

Narasha didn’t move right away. She was rarely caught off guard, but you could see how her jaw clenched and her breath hitched. The way her eyes drank you in like she’d been starved.

Wanda appeared at your side, looping her arm around your waist. “We missed you.”

Nat looked at both of you, walking forward slowly, gaze never leaving yours, until her hand found your hip.

“No weapon?” she murmured, teasing, but her tone was low and husky. “No backup?”

“I have you,” you respond shakily.

Something flickered in her eyes at that. Something tender and dangerous and overwhelmed.

“Fuck,” she whispered, almost to herself, hand sliding from your hip to your waist. “You’ve been walking around like this all day?”

“Just in the fitting room,” Wanda purred, releasing your arm so that she could walk around Natasha’s back, her arms wrapping around her middle. She kissed the assassin's cheek and then rested her chin on her shoulder so that they were now both gazing at you. “But now she's yours.”

Natasha’s hand slipped behind your neck, her nails teasing on their journey, tugging you gently forward until your lips were barely an inch from hers. “You really wanted to surprise me, huh?”

“I wanted to make you both happy,” you say, tasting the bubblegum on her sweet breath. “You deserve it.”

Natasha kisses you like she’d been dying to, slow but intense, her fingers tightening, her entire body pressing into yours like she needed the contact to breathe.

When she finally pulled back, she glanced at Wanda by her side, then at you again.

“Bed. Now.”

Wanda’s smile widened as she moved back to your side, guiding you backwards, her hand never leaving your lower back. And just like that, the anxiety faced because here, between them, you were safe, desired, protected and loved.

You’d barely stepped into your bedroom before Natasha’s hands were on you again.

Her touch was rough with need, fingers ghosting over the silk of the dress like she wanted to tear it off but knew better. Not yet. Not when you looked like that. Not when Wanda had dressed you with such care.

“You don’t even know what you do to me,” she spoke passionately as her lips moved to your neck, biting just hard enough to make you whimper.

Wanda closed the door behind you, her magic flickering through the room to dim the lights and ignite the soft, amber glow of candles. You could feel the hum of her power, sensual and warm, brushing against your skin like a second set of hands.

Natasha glanced back momentarily at Wanda, “Have you seen her like this all day?”

Wanda’s eyes dropped to your flushed face and trembling thighs. “Mmhmm. She’s been so shy and sweet, and so fucking good. Nervous, but determined. Just for us.”

That earned a soft kiss to your temple fromWanda and a sharp squeeze to your ass from Natasha.

“Climb onto the bed,” Wanda whispered to you. “On your knees. Facing us.”

Your breath caught. This is what you needed—some direction, someone else to take control and get you out of your negative thoughts. So you obeyed happily.

The silk dress rode up your thighs as you settled on the mattress, the blanket adding extra padding beneath your knees. You felt their eyes devouring you. Wanda’s fond, hungry gaze and Nat’s dark, intense stare like a fire being barely restrained. But there was love there, too—so much of it.

Wanda approached first, her fingers trailing lightly over your shoulders, down your arms, grounding you.

“You’re doing so well, dekta.” Her lips caress beneath your ear as you tilt your face slightly to give her more room. “You wanted to make us happy? You’ve already done that. But now, we’re going to return the favour.”

“Yes, please.”

Ntasha reappeared at the edge of the bed, pulling open the nightstand. She revealed soft silk restraints and a familiar-looking vibrator, the one with the deep thudding setting that always made your thighs shake.

“Are you happy using the traffic light system?” she asks simply, eyes locking with yours.

“Yes. I’m very much green,” your pulse is thundering in your chest with anticipation and excitement.

“Good girl,” she purrs, and you nearly melt right then.

Wanda’s red magic shimmers around your wrists as Natasha gently ties them behind your back—not tight, but firm. Secure. You loved it when they handled you like this, firm in a way that was dominating but careful, so you still held firm trust in them.

Wanda was already sliding the straps of your dress down, inch by inch, kissing every bit of newly exposed skin. Her lips ghosted down the side of your throat, collarbone, and breasts. “So gorgeous. All of this, just for us.”

When she rolled one peaked nipple between her fingers and kissed the other, you gasped. When Natasha moved to kneel behind you, pressing the vibrator that was still off between your legs, you moaned, head tipping back onto her shoulder.

“She’s already so wet for us,” Natasha informs Wanda, her voice filled with desire and pain. We haven’t even touched her properly yet.”

“Let her feel it,” Wanda replied, swapping between breasts. “But don’t let her come yet. She needs to bed for it.”

You could feel Natasha grinning against the side of your neck. She turned the toy on—the low, rumbling settled that already had your hips bucking to feel more.

You whimpered pathetically, body trembling, hips twitching helplessly. The vibrations were maddeningly good. But your hands were bound. Your lovers were everywhere and nowhere all at once.

“You’re always so responsive,” Natasha praised, watching your thighs clench over your shoulder. “It’s so fucking sweet.” Her other hand now teased along the slit of your dress, threatening to slip betneath and join where the vibrator rested but never actually moving there, not yet.

Wanda kissed your jaw, her voice soft and dark. “Tell us how it feels, Dekta. Use your words, I want to hear your pretty voice.”

“So-so good. I-it’s so much. Please, touch me more-”

“Where?” Natasha asked, voice playful but sharp. “Tell us what you want.”

You let out a needy whimper. “Inside. I want your fingers, please!”

Natasha finally slips her fingers further beneath your dress, beneaththe slit in the side. One finger slides into you with ease, given how soaked you are. Then another finger is joining, curling just the way you loved. She kept the vibrator pressed to your clit, her other hand gripping your thigh as you keened.

“She’s already pulsing around my fingers,” Natasha grins, almost in awe. “God, I missed this.”

Wanda, behind you, was unzipping her dress now, and you could hear the soft rustle of silk against your skin. She reached around to gently hold your chin, turning your face towards her, and kissing you deeply.

“You make her so soft, Nat,” Wanda says, her fingers grazing from your temple, over your cheeks and chin. “She’s been trembling since she put that dress on.”

“She’s always soft with us,” Natasha replies, still thrusting her fingers deeper now. “Always perfect.”

“Let’s make her fall apart.”

You nearly sobbed at that, whimpering into Wanda’s kiss as the pleasure mounted fast and sharp, your core tightening. Natasha’s fingers were relentless, the vibrator still tumbling in precisely the right place.

“Please! Can I-”

“Not yet,” Wanda demands.

“Not until we say,” Natasha adds, biting where your shoulder and neck slope.

Your body shook with the effort of withholding what you truly wanted. Wanda kisses you again, and when she pulls back, you realise she is slowly riding a toy herself, leaning against the headboard. Her magic still flickers faintly around your skin, holding you in place.

She was moaning softly, eyes glued to you, hand pressed against her breast. That pushed you closer to the edge than anything else.

Natasha felt it too. She moved faster, curling her fingers just right, her voice rough now. “She’s close, Wands.”

Wanda bit her bottom lip, eyes lidded heavily. “Let her.”

You came hard. Enough to steal your breath as you doubled over, thighs inching to close as wave after wave of pleasure squeezed in your core. Natasha held you through it, her grip never faltering.

Wanda’s voice was soothing as she praised, “That’s it, just like that, good girl, we’ve got you. I love watching you come like that on Nat’s fingers.”

But they weren’t finished.

“Lie back,” Natasha instructs, untying your wrists. “We’re not done loving you yet.”

Your body had barely recovered from the first orgasm when Natasha lay you down fully against the pillows that smelled faintly of her.

“You really wore that for me?” she asked, voice quieter now, but no less intense as she stroked a finger over the silk material around your waist. “I don’t want you to feel like you have to go out of your way to please me, if it makes you uncomfortable. But, please, I have never been more turned on than seeing you standing there, waiting for me, in this little thing. I fucking love you.”

You meant to say something just as inspiring back about how she desires to be treated, even if it caused you a little anxiety, because the payoff was worth it.

However, all that slipped from your swollen lips was a pathetic little whining at her praises.

Wanda kneels next to Nat, by your legs, no longer pleasuring herself. A teasing smirk on her face as her magic already flickers through the air again. You felt it brush your thighs, warm, teasing, invisible fingers dragging slowly up the inside of your legs.

“She made me help her choose,” Wanda explained, eyes flicking from your body to Nat. “Tried on our different ones but kept going back to that one. Said Natasha would like this one the most.”

“I do,” Natasha murmured in agreement, biting her lip. “I more than like it. I want to ruin it, I want it on all day every day, bunched around your waist while you scream our names.”

Your eyes fluttered shut, but Wanda was already straddling your trembling thighs. Her magic was holding your arms above your head now, restrained without rope but a glowing red.

“She likes it when you talk like that.” As you arch into the touch, Wanda leans down to press kisses along your collarbone. “It makes her melt.”

“Good because I’m not done with her yet.”

Natasha pulls something else from the drawer, a pink rabbit vibrator, long, firm and curved just right for that perfect pleasure, with a remote she placed in Wanda’s expectant outstretched hand.

Wanda’s smile turns wicked as she licks up the length of your sternum.

“She’s already sensitive,” she continues as she slides the toy between your legs, gently parting your thighs. “She might cry.”

Natasha stroked your cheek again. “Then we’ll make her cry beautifully.”

They didn’t give you much warning. The toy just slid in deep, sending an immediate jolt through your already overstimulated cunt as your body automatically clamped down on it, the dildo part inside and the nub resting against your clit. Before you could beg for anything, Wanda had turned iron.

A shudder tore through your body, a soundless moan on your lips.

The vibrations started deep and slow, as the length of the dildo began to rotate. Wanda, using her mind to manipulate the speed, the rhythm, the intensity, had you arching helplessly against the bed, arms still pinned above you with magic as Natasha leaned over to kiss your ribs, your navel, lower….

“She’s going to break, Wanda,” Natasha whispered, tongue flickering over your inner thigh.

The rhythm changed. Wanda flickered her fingers idly, watching you squirm. Her eyes were molten, locked onto your face, making sure that she didn’t push too hard.

“Look at me,” she says firmly. “I want to see your eyes when you come again.”

You obeyed, barely able to breathe as the pressure builds between your legs.

Then Natasha is there, licking all around the toy, over your labia, inner thighs, nipping carefully with her sharp teeth to add a slight spark of pain. She was slow and purposeful, while the toy buzzed relentlessly deeper inside you.

“Oh my god- Wanda-Nat, I need, I-!”

“Not yet,” Wanda instructed again, but this time there was a joy in her voice. “You can take more. You’ve already shown us how strong you are. You went shopping, got dressed, and waited all day just to be our good girl. We’re going to give you everything now.”

Natasha bit the inside of your thigh with more force, causing a sting before soothing it with her kiss as your hips try to grind down further on the toy.

“So fucking sweet,” she groans, licking up the wet arousal smothering your lowerhalf. “So fucking perfect. Look how she shakes.”

And you were shaking. Your legs, chest, and hands still trembling in their magical restraint. But you didn’t want it to stop, savouring every touch, praise, lick and kiss from the women you loved.

“I did it for you,” you choke out as you try not to come. “I just wanted to be enough. I wanted to make you both proud.”

Your insecure admission has both of your girlfriends freezing for a moment. Wanda’s expression melts instantly, the dominant firmness disappearing in a blink as she eases off from straddling your waist to lie beside you, her hand on your face. “You are always enough. This? This just shows us how much you love us. And we’re going to show you how much we love you.”

Natasha kisses the inside of your wrist as she moves up your body until she’s lying on your other side. “You’re ours. Always.”

Wanda turned the toy to the highest setting. The buzz against your clit and the rotating of the dildo became everything.

Your back bowed off the mattress as the stimulation went from overwhelming to unbearable in the best way. Magic wrapped around your thighs to keep them spread, Wanda pressing soft kisses to your temple, your cheek, as your second orgasm tore through you like burning lightning.

“There it is. Let go for us.”

You did. Crying out, body shuddering violently, your release crashing through you so hard you barely registered the way Natasha whispered soft, endless praise into your skin. Wanda slowly turned the toy off as your chest heaved for air, and the restraints around your wrists and thighs faded away.

“Shh,” wanda soothed, pulling your gently into her ars. “It’s okay. You’re safe. We’ve got you. You did so fucking good for us, Dekta.”

“I’ve got some water, careful, small sips.” With renewed gentleness, Natasha holds your head up as you sip from the glass in her hand.

You were still shaking, your mind not quite there yet, as you relied on your girlfriends to care for you. They both cleaned you up and held you between them, their lips on your face, their fingers stroking against your arms and legs, massaging the ache away.

You were surrounded, protected.

“Did so well, you’re ours, baby. Always ours.”

“And we’re yours, forever,” Wanda reassures with a kiss.

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The Catalyst (5) - Burning in the Skies

WandaNat x Female Reader

Chapter summary: A desperate battle continues, giving you all a taste of what’s to come and how unprepared you all truly are.

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Note: I changed the last bit of chapter 4 and made it so that the Leviathan falls into the water instead of in the middle of New York. Now, on to the chapter!

-And in the end, we were made to be apart-

You were taking deep breaths, trying to cool down your body enough to avoid damage to it, when Stark flew right to you. “Note to self, if I ever build some sort of training room I need to disable the fire alarms,” he joked and you rolled your eyes as you summoned your glaive back.

“You do that,” your ribbons were cut in half by that stunt and your body heat was already abnormally high, but at least now you were properly warmed up and could use your powers much more effectively. You and Stark looked at the huge alien whale slowly sinking underneath the water surface. “I’d rather not do that again,” you told him, after all, if you exerted that kind of force again your body would go into overdrive and change, and you weren’t eager for that to happen again. Roaring interrupted whatever Stark was about to say, and you both looked toward the portal in horror as another of those whales emerged. “I’m not seeing things, am I?” you swallowed the lump in your throat, wondering just how many of these things were going to come down from space.

“I wish you were,” Stark understood the severity of the situation. More soldiers came with the whale, sooner or later you’d be overwhelmed. You needed more heavy hitters, otherwise this would all be for nothing. He shook his head. “Right, can’t dwell on that. I’ll get its’ attention, you handle the smaller ones.”

That really was your only option right now. “Let’s do it,” you both flew right back into the battle with Stark firing several missiles at the whale and making it turn to him.

You separated from Stark, trusting him to handle himself and turned your attention to the Chitauri soldiers. Your right arm was still limp by your side, but you threw the glaive with your left hand, piercing through two Chitauri on one of the chariots as they flew toward you and then boosted your speed with lightning, zapping toward the falling chariot and yanking the glaive out of the bodies.

Taking them down one or two at a time would take too much time, and too much energy as well. In a split second you made a decision, flying through a groups of them and getting as many of the Chitauri to follow after you. “That’s not dealing with them!” you heard Stark warning you.

You had to smirk at that. “Appreciate the concern, but,” you spun around, flying backwards and lit the bladed side of your glaive on fire while making lightning come out of the other end. “I’ve got this,” you began spinning the glaive above you, using the stray lightning to block the shots from the Chitauri and creating a whirlwind of fire and lightning above your head. The flames and lightning grew larger, spreading rapidly as you stopped and dropped down to the rooftop, causing a tornado of fire and lightning to form and catch the Chitauri that followed you.

“Okay, yeah, Firestorm,” Stark commented, figuring there was no need to worry about you.

You stopped spinning the glaive and glanced at the ribbons, the flight and the tornado just now made them noticeably shorter. You’d definitely have to work on your stamina in the future. You felt the heat in your left forearm, the blue cracks were slowly spreading. As the flames and lightning disappeared and the charred remains of the several dozen Chitauri fell you realized how little that attack did. Despite your efforts there were still too many of them.

Panicked screams pierced through the air and you looked below you, seeing some of the Chitauri were closing in on a floor where there were civilians. “Shit!” you cursed, flying toward them. You slashed through the air with the glaive several times, dropping two chariots and throwing your glaive at another. You flew between two more chariots and struck them with lightning, but you didn’t get to all of them in time and you watched as they fired, taking the aim at the civilians. It was reckless, but you got between the window and the shots, blocking a few, but getting shot twice. Their shots focused on you, blasting through what little protection the jacket provided as you gritted your teeth and swung your glaive in an arch, striking them down.

You strapped the glaive to your back and held your side, feeling the wound there, flames were already emerging from it, showing you just how close you were to an overdrive. At least it stopped the bleeding and closed the wound, but you certainly didn’t like seeing blue flames there. You looked back, realizing in an instant that you couldn’t rescue everyone. One of the people got shot, despite you being right there. You went inside and walked over to the man bleeding out on the floor. He was still alive, so maybe, just maybe you could do something. “Move aside, please,” you said and gently pushed aside another man desperately trying to stop the bleeding with his hands. It didn’t work on Coulson, but maybe this time it would be different.

Lightning crackled around your hand and you pressed it to the wound. The fire alarm got triggered and you nearly laughed, realizing the steam coming from your body had already turned to smoke. The water felt good, soothing your body as it burnt on the inside. You focused on the man’s wound and closed it with the heat from the lightning. “He needs urgent medical attention, this will only buy him some time,” you softly spoke to the people around you.

“What is going on?!” someone fearfully demanded.

Too many things to even start explaining. “Watch the news if you survive,” you said as you got up and turned to leave.

“We are the news!” another person cried out.

Oh, the irony. “Tough luck then,” you jumped out the window and noticed the other regrouping on the street. Well, it was kinda hard to miss Thor landing, so you went down as well, hoping they had something in mind to put a stop to this alien invasion. You flew toward them, cutting through another group of Chitauri and landing close to Rogers.

“What’s the story upstairs?” Rogers asked both you and Thor.

“People are still in the buildings. We need to keep their attention on us,” you said as you looked them over. No one was seriously injured yet, but they definitely didn’t have an easy time down here either.

“The power surrounding the cube is impenetrable,” and Thor just made the whole situation much worse.

“Thor is right, we gotta deal with these guys,” Stark confirmed it.

“How do we do this?” Natasha asked as another group of Chitauri flew above you.

“As a team,” Rogers’ answer was more to boost morale rather than provide an actual solution.

“Well, yeah, but how? We’ll get tired eventually,” even if you killed every single Chitauri here more would come.

“I have unfinished business with Loki,” Thor stated as Clint prepared his arrows.

“Oh yeah? Get in line,” Clint argued, eager to get his hands on Loki himself.

“Save it,” Rogers shit him down. “Loki’s gonna keep this fight focused on us and that’s what we need. Without him these things could run wild. We got Stark up top, he’s gonna need us to-“ he paused as Banner arrived on a motorbike.

“Well, I’ll be damned, he showed up,” you let out a sigh of relief, realizing you’ve just got the heavy hitter you all needed.

The five of you approached Banner as he dismounted and looked around. “So, this all seems horrible,” Banner commented a bit awkwardly.

“I’ve seen worse,” Natasha pointed out.

“Up close,” you added and dramatically coughed to cover it up.

“Sorry,” Banner apologized sincerely. Unleashing the Hulk was not something he wanted to do, especially not in that situation.

“No, we could use a little worse,” Natasha said and he seemed genuinely surprised by that.

“Stark, we got him,” Rogers said through his earpiece and you could hear relief in his voice.

“Banner?” Stark guessed.

“Just like you said,” Rogers confirmed it.

“Then tell him to suit up. I’m bringing the party to you,” Stark replied and you all looked ahead as Stark turned the corner, followed by the second whale that came through the portal.

“I don’t see how that’s a party,” Natasha actually stuttered a bit as she pulled her gun back.

“Doctor Banner, now might be a really good time for you to get angry,” Rogers said as Banner began walking toward the whale without a hint of worry. The whale crashed through the street, trying to get Stark and destroying numerous cars along the way.

“That’s my secret, Cap. I’m always angry,” Baner said and, well, you’d love to say you were surprised, but all things considered you sort of saw it coming.

You watched in awe as he changed, seamlessly, so smoothly you struggled to tell where Banner ended and the Hulk began, it was a natural transformation, without any pained roars, without any issues or resistance on either part. The Hulk smashed his fist into the whale’s mouth and got pushed back but it didn’t matter, the whale was being destroyed right in front of your eyes. It couldn’t do anything to the Hulk.

You stared blankly as the damn whale toppled over, stopped and redirected by Stark’s missiles. You swung your glaive, shielding the team from explosion and just shook your head. “One punch. That’s all it took. And I got in his way less than two hours ago,” as far as you were concerned that was the pinnacle of comedy right there.

The Chitauri roared from the building at all seven of you as you stood in a circle. Hulk roared as Stark landed between him and you. You could hear Natasha and Clint getting their weapons ready and for the first time the seven of you felt like a team. Rogers, Natasha, Thor, Clint, Hulk, Stark and you, all ready to take Loki down as he looked down on you.

And as ready as you all were, he seemed just a bit more ready as more whales and other aliens came flying through the portal.

All seven of you looked up, preparing to continue the battle. “Guys?” Natasha kicked you all into action.

There really was only one person who could lead this team. “Call it, Captain,” and Stark voiced it for all of you.

“Alright, listen up. Until we can close that portal up there our priority is containment. Barton, I want you on that roof, eyes on everything. Call out patterns and strays. Stark, L/N. you two got the perimeter. Anything gets more than three blocks out, you turn it back or you turn it to ash,” well, there were your orders.

You raised your right hand, finally feeling it again, and grabbed your glaive. “Consider it done,” you said as you put some distance between you and the team and taking flight in a burst of flames.

You slammed into one of the chariots and discharged lightning all around you, catching a few chariots at once. You dared to look down, you only had a bit less than a third of the ribbons left. You heard the Hulk smashing through the enemies and felt Thor summoning lightning. “That’s what I’m talking about!” you exclaimed, absorbing some of the lightning that Thor summoned and aiming it at the aliens. It was different from your own lightning, it was natural, almost uncontrollable, almost leaving you drunk with power and tempted to push it all a step further.

The lightning around you focused at the tip of your glaive as you pointed it at the enemies and you could feel the lightning coursing through your body, emerging from it, engulfing you entirely as you held the glaive with your right arm and put your left hand on your forearm. You waited until the aliens charged toward you and fired a laser beam of lightning from the tip of your glaive, a railgun of sorts. You let out a battle cry, focusing more power into the glaive and spreading it across the entire blade before you swung, sending dozens of smaller lightning-made laser beams instead of one large one.

By this point the blue cracks spread all over your body and you looked down to see flames bursting through your forearms against your will. A bit over a fifth of the ribbons was left as you flew lower, picking off any alien in your way. You saw Natasha and Rogers dealing with the Chitauri on the street and swooped down, cutting through a couple that were coming closer to them before jumping above Rogers.

“L/N!” he called out, raising his shield above his head and you decided to put your faith in that shield.

“This better work,” you charged the blade of your glaive and sliced against the shield, causing the lightning to disperse all around you and Rogers, striking several Chitauri. “Noted,” you said as you took a moment to catch your breath.

“You don’t look too good,” Natasha pointed out while she shot one of the Chitauri with their own spear rifles.

You looked at her, at the blood dripping down the side of her face, the bust lip, tears and dust on her uniform. “Neither do you,” although she was probably freaking out over the flames coming out of you, as well as the light yellow glow of your skin. “I’ll start glowing light blue if these,” you raised your right arm and pointed at the ribbon. “Get cut in half again,” the final stage before the overdrive.

“Be careful,” Natasha told you as you gave her a joking salute and flew up again.

The battle continued, one by one the Chitauri fell, but all of you were getting tired as well. You’ve taken several shots over the last half an hour, and your ribbons were reaching their end. From almost ten feet of ribbons you had when you jumped out of the quinjet you were down to five inches. It got to a point where you couldn’t even fly for long, instead going from one rooftop to another and only using your flames or lightning when absolutely necessary.

“Getting low there?” Stark asked when he flew by you.

“Yeah, I’m not sure how much longer I can last without changing,” you told him while you dropped down the side of the building, cutting down the Chitauri that were climbing up while you were at it.

“Maybe we need that boost,” Stark told you and he was right. This was looking like a never-ending fight and a bit of a power-boost might be just what you all needed right now.

However… “Yeah, about that, I’ve only got like two minutes in that form, and then I can’t use my powers for a few hours, period,” if it was just pain you’d deal with it, but overdrive simply wasn’t an option unless you knew the fight would end. You got back on the street and stabbed another Chitauri through the chest and then lifted it above your head and tossed it another one.

“How much time do you have left?” Stark asked, understanding the situation.

“Twenty min- did I just see Natasha on one of those flying things?!” you cried out when you saw her flying above you, unsure if you should go after her or yell at her. A shot grazed your left shoulder and you quickly jumped to the side, sending a fireball toward the alien that fired at you.

“I’ve got her back,” Stark promised you and blasted the Chitauri that were coming after Natasha.

“Thanks, Tony,” you muttered and you swore you could hear him smirk. “Not one word,” you warned as you rushed through the streets, covering people as they were fleeing from the Chitauri.

You cut off the path of about a dozen Chitauri before they could find any civilians that might still be nearby and clashed with them. Your slashes that weren’t powered by fire or lightning were getting weaker due to your exhaustion, and it was getting to a point where it took so much out of you to even pierce through one of them.

You lunged to the side to avoid getting shot at and threw your glaive in utter desperation, just to get a moment to breathe, but your back hit the car behind you and you faltered for a moment. A blast nicked your side and you gritted your teeth. One of the Chitauri slammed into you from the side, pushing you against the wall and you blasted through it with lightning, only for another to hit you. You gasped, coughing up blood as the ribbons dropped to less than an inch length each. You could feel your body burning from the inside, fire coursing through your veins, electricity firing off from each nerve, changing you from the inside as you desperately summoned your glaive and pushed the Chitauri off you. The pale blue glow spread all over your body, your skin broke along the cracks and flames pushed through instead of blood.

“I can close it. Can anybody copy? I can shut the portal down!” you heard Natasha’s voice and smiled despite the pain.

Just a bit more and this would all be over.

“Do it!” Rogers ordered quickly.

“No, wait,” your eyes widened when you heard Tony’s panicking voice and just narrowly dodged another Chitauri.

“Stark, these things are still coming!” Rogers exclaimed as you cut the Chitauri’s head off.

“I got a nuke coming in, it’s gonna blow in less than a minute,” Tony’s words changed everything. “And I know just where to put it.”

You were being swarmed by the Chitauri as you heard that and you discharged lightning from your body, leaving only fractions of the ribbons left around your wrists.

“Stark, you know that’s a one-way trip,” Rogers warned him and you let the flames burn around you.

“It won’t be,” you said through the earpiece. As Tony flew up toward the portal with a nuke on his back you let the flames and lightning engulf you entirely and the pain nearly made you drop to your knees. You let out a scream as you felt like your whole body was being changed from within, being torn apart and pieced back together by fire and lightning inside of you. You were engulfed in bright blue light as you took flight once more blasting through the air faster than before and just in time to catch up to Tony.

You watched as he let go of the nuke, sending it at the Chitauri mothership and then the vastness of it all hit you. You instinctively grabbed onto Tony’s armor, trying to power it back on enough to keep him alive as you pulled back toward the portal.

The space, the alien army�� if it wasn’t for the nuke you would have lost. You weren’t ready. The Earth wasn’t ready. And your own power was fading as well, not due to two minutes passing, but because you were in space, unable to breathe, forcing your body to move even if it felt like that was an impossible task.

You haven’t felt this weak even when Magneto destroyed your home when you were a child.

You were truly, undeniably, faced with the reality. That if you stayed the way you were you’d be powerless when it came time to face whatever was coming.

~X~

Natasha anxiously looked at the portal, almost cursing you for going after Stark. Why would you be so reckless? “Come on, Y/N,” she whispered, tightly gripping Loki’s scepter.

“Close it,” she heard Rogers ordering and all of a sudden she was back on that mission, leaving you to bleed out.

“Not yet,” she refused the direct order.

“Romanoff,” she could hear this decision was difficult for Rogers too, but she wouldn’t go through with it.

“They’ll come back,” that had to be true. Otherwise she wasn’t sure what she’d do with herself.

Each second felt like an eternity, and then you burst out from the portal, pulling Stark along with you and her heart soared with relief and happiness as she plunged the scepter in to close the portal. She didn’t even watch the portal closing, she just watched you, flying down and landing on the edge of the building, several floors above her and holding Stark by the arm of his suit.

You looked different. And of all the things she expected it certainly wasn’t this.

Your body changed, your skin was blue, as if covered by crystalized blue armor made of hardened flames and lightning if that even made sense. Natasha could swear she saw flames burning just underneath your skin, or perhaps it wasn’t even skin, as it looked like a layer that covered you entirely and went over your clothes. Either that or they burnt away entirely, but she was willing to bet it was the former, rather than the latter. You had protrusions coming from your upper back, with flames bursting from them and keeping you up in the air and it looked like you had a sort of a helmet with two horns on each side pointing upwards. Lastly, she took notice of the blades emerging from your forearms, retracted, from the looks of it.

“Y/N,” she called out to you, noticing your eyes were closed.

Your body swayed back and forth and her relief turned to despair when your body cracked and in a burst of lightning you reverted back to normal, not even your skin was glowing anymore, and there was no smoke coming out of your body, you were entirely spent, and unconscious.

And you fell backward, letting go of Stark and plummeting down from the top of the Stark Tower with Stark falling right beside you. Natasha didn’t even cry out, she couldn’t, she just rushed over to the side of the building, watching helplessly as you kept falling.

No matter how tense things were between you, no matter how angry you were, she just got you back into her life and was now watching you fall to your death. And then the Hulk caught you and Stark and she felt like she could breathe again, hoping that you and Stark were just unconscious.

~X~

Roar of a furious beast jerked you awake and you abruptly sat up and winced. “What the fuck was that?!” you looked around, realizing the Hulk was the one who roared and that Rogers and Thor were standing over you and Tony. You actually came back from space.

“What the hell? What just happened? Please tell me nobody kissed me,” Tony demanded and you looked at him incredulously.

“We won,” Rogers told the two of you and you raised a finger, despite how much effort that took out of you.

“Yeah, but did anyone kiss him? Or me while we’re at it?” you asked, deciding right then and there that maybe you’ve spent a bit too much time with Tony in space.

Thor chuckled. “Do not fret, nobody kissed either of you.”

“Alright, Hey. Alright. Good job, guys. Let’s just not come in tomorrow. Let’s just take a day. You ever tried shawarma? There’s a shawarma joint about two blocks from here. I don’t know what it is, but I wanna try it,” and Tony was rambling, which, considering he nearly died, in space mind you, was understandable.

You just wanted to lay back down and rest.

“We’re not finished yet,” Thor shattered that dream into countless pieces.

“And then shawarma after?” at least Tony had his priorities set.

“Count me in, I’m starving,” you voiced your support for the idea, but first… locking up Loki.

“Romanoff, Barton, they are alive,” Rogers said through the earpiece.

“I heard,” you have never heard Natasha’s voice so vulnerable and filled with relief.

~X~

You and Tony were flown up to the top of the Stark Tower by Thor, seeing as neither of you was moving all that well, and Rogers was taken there by Thor as well, just to do things quicker. The Hulk jumped to the top of the building in a couple of hops and Clint made his way to the top as well while Natash was already waiting for all of you there.

The moment you separated from Thor you saw a blur of black and red and felt Natasha hugging you tightly. “Hey,” you muttered, too tired to think about everything that happened in the past. You just relaxed and hugged her as tightly as your current state allowed.

“Don’t scare me like that again,” she whispered, digging her fingers into your back as she buried her face in the crook of your neck.

“Yes, Ma’am,” if a situation like this occurred again and if you fought there was no way you’d be able to keep that promise, but for now, fresh out of the battle, you’d pretend it was a promise you could keep. “You kept the portal open,” you vaguely remembered the portal staying open until you went through it and Natasha froze at that. “Thanks, Nat,” you whispered, her actions today leaving a significant crack in your anger toward her.

“Okay, love birds, time for the show!” Tony called the two of you out. “Come on, let’s strike a team pose!” he ushered everyone to stand exactly how he wanted them to as Loki regained consciousness and slowly turned onto his back.

“If it’s all the same to you, I’ll have that drink now,” he said, only earning a growl from Hulk.

~X~

With Loki captured, the battle over and won, and shawarma eaten there really wasn’t anything else left to do. Sure, you could stay behind and wait for Thor to take Loki away but you had a lot to think about. The space, the threat that was inevitable, your place in all of this, you needed peace and quiet to think about it.

Tony was gracious enough to let anyone who didn’t have a place to crash at stay the night in his tower, but you intended to leave as soon as you cleaned up and got a fresh set of clothing. You called the elevators in a T-shirt and jeans and with your glaive on your back. The doors opened and you saw Tony there.

“Surveillance,” he shrugged, sort of implying he’s been riding up and down on the elevator since he saw you were leaving.

“I figured,” you replied and got in.

“You saw that, didn’t you?” he asked and for the first time you noticed just how affected he was by what he saw. There was barely concealed panic in his eyes, and you were sure he’d get PTSD from this battle, if he wasn’t already struggling with it from his time as Iron Man.

“Yeah, we’re in over our heads,” you barely understood anything you saw, and you were sure he had a much clearer idea of what it all meant, but you knew it was bad.

“We need to be ready,” it wasn’t even a question. You couldn’t back out now. You were an Avenger. And there was a battle to be fought.

“That’s why I’m leaving. These powers are too unrefined, I’m too inexperienced with them. I need to be stronger,” and you’d start by dealing with the overdrive issue. You couldn’t afford to be unable to use your powers for hours after the transformation that was already short-lived. Tony nodded as the elevator doors opened, and you stepped out, accepting this duty and the risks that came with it.

A/N: And with that we're done with The Avengers, on to Reader's Origin story!

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