#Wanda maximoff x reader x Natasha Romanoff

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Dont Belong Part 3

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Part 1 Part 2

Word Count: 7175

Relationship: Mother WandaNat x Daugher Reader

Summary: Y/n's infection is hitting her hard and she's still struggling with her feelings on her parents. Thankfully, Yelena is there to help cheer her up and she brings along a surprise that might just make everything feel better!

Nat: Mama Wanda: Mom

Y/n POV:

These last two days in the hospital have blurred together, a monotonous cycle of dull light and beeping machines. The weight of my infection drags on me, leaving me shivering one moment and sweating the next. I've spent far too much time staring at the ceiling, feeling trapped in this sterile room, yearning for the freedom of my life before the mission went sideways. The boredom is suffocating, and I feel like I'm losing pieces of myself with every passing hour.

I feel a constant gaze from my parents who rarely leave my side. It's strange to go from having them ignore you to being around all the time. Part of me feels like things were like they used to be when I was a full part of their family. The other part of me is screaming saying they don't mean it and will soon be gone again.

But today feels different, a whisper of hope fluttering in the air. I've been waiting for this moment, and when a familiar knock sounds at the door, my heart races with anticipation. "Can I come in?" Yelena's voice calls softly, and I can't suppress the grin that spreads across my face at the sound of her.

"Of course!" I call back, the eagerness spilling over in my tone. I sit up a little straighter, my heart pounding as I manage to prop myself up, using the button on the side of the bed to elevate myself.

The door swings open, and Yelena steps in, her expression a mix of relief and worry. Her golden hair catches the light, and I can see the telltale signs of sleepless nights etched under her eyes. "Y/n!" she breathes, rushing to my side, her voice trembling slightly as she takes my hand.

"Yelena! I'm so glad to see you." The words come out a little breathless, and I can't help the surge of emotion that washes over me. Just seeing her makes the room feel a little less confining, a little brighter.

"I can't believe you're awake," she says, her grip tightening around my fingers. "I was so scared. We all were. You had everyone worried sick." Her eyes shimmer with unshed tears, and for a moment, it feels like the weight of my situation lifts just a bit. I don't think I've ever seen Yelena emotional like this before and it helps me realise how bad this whole situation is. She would never allow anyone to see her this vulnerable except for Mama.

"Hey, I'm okay. Well, sort of." I gesture weakly to the IV drip, the hospital bed, and the machines that surround me. "Just a little out of commission at the moment."

Yelena's smile is tentative but bright, yet it's overshadowed by the concern etched on her face. "I just hate seeing you hurt like this. You're my niece and I thought I would always be here to protect you." She shares honestly.

I give her hand a squeeze and share a warm smile when she finally looks up to me. "I can't be protected forever. Besides, I need you now. This recovery is going to be shit and I need you to help me when it gets too much." I reassure her and she nods. "I'm not going anywhere. I'm here to help you through it all. Stark has even set me up on the same floor as you. So, I'll be there whenever you need me." She explains, making my heart warm with the thought of seeing her for a while to come.

"What about the widows?" I ask, knowing how much that means to her. "I've already been able to help so many. Now I need to help you. The others can wait. Besides, Kate can do the research on where we need to go next." She replies. "Who's Kate?" I ask, surprised to hear that she is working with someone else.

"Just a stray that Clint found. She's annoying, but oddly fun to be around. I think you'd like her. I'm sure she'll be around at some point to say hi." She explains with a shrug.

As the initial shock of seeing me seems to fade, I can see the corners of Yelena's mouth twitching upward, her eyes sparkling with mischief. It's as if she's flipping a switch, her demeanour transforming from worried auntie to the playful, teasing friend I know and love.

"You know," she starts, leaning back slightly and crossing her arms, "for someone who just woke up from a dramatic hospital nap, you look surprisingly like a zombie. I mean, I thought they had strict rules against bringing the undead into the hospital."

I let out a soft laugh, despite the ache in my chest. "Yeah, well, the food here isn't exactly helping my cause. I'm pretty sure I could survive off of those tasteless mushy meals for a week and still look better than this."

Yelena raises an eyebrow, clearly entertained. "Mushy meals? I'd expect you to be on some gourmet diet, considering all the special treatments they give you. I'm starting to think you should at least get some ice cream as a post-surgery reward." She chuckles. "Now that's the kind of thinking I can get behind. Have a word with Tony yeah?" I reply, feeling my spirits lift. "Ice cream sounds amazing. But what are the odds of that happening here?"

"Zero. But I'm prepared for this. I'll break you out of this place and take you for ice cream. You just need to give me the signal, and I'll burst in through the window like a stealthy ninja." She mimics a dramatic leap and landing in mama's pose. "See, I'll even do my best poser impersonation!" She playfully teases and she now starts to pretend to scale the invisible walls of my hospital room, her expression shifting to one of exaggerated seriousness. "You can count on me, Y/n. Ice cream shall be yours!"

I chuckle, the image of Yelena performing an acrobatic escape making the heaviness of the past days lift a little more. "What flavour are we talking here? I hope it's not vanilla. I have standards, you know."

"Vanilla? Please! I was thinking more along the lines of double chocolate fudge with extra sprinkles. And maybe a side of cherry sauce because why not go big, right?" She shares her thoughts whilst taking the seat next to me again. Her hand resting over mine. "Now you're speaking my language," I respond, shaking my head in mock seriousness. "If I'm risking a hospital breakout, it better be worth it." I laugh.

Yelena sits back in her seat, her chest still rising and falling as she laughs at her own hilariousness. She then looks back up at me. "But seriously, let's plan this for when you're feeling better. I'm not above a hospital escape." Her grin is contagious, and I can feel the tension in my shoulders easing. "Deal. Just don't forget the sprinkles."

As our laughter fills the room, I realize how much I've missed this lightness, this camaraderie. It's comforting to think about having Yelena by my side as I navigate the uncertainty of recovery and family dynamics.

But beneath the playful banter, there's an unspoken understanding between us, a bond that allows me to express my fears without words. With Yelena around, I feel like I can face whatever comes next, armed with humour and the knowledge that I'm not alone in this fight.

"Just promise me one thing," I say, my voice turning more serious again. "Anything," she replies, her gaze earnest. "Don't let me give up on the ice cream party, okay? No matter what happens."

"Never! I'll be your ice cream guardian," she declares, puffing out her chest with mock pride. "We will have that party, and it will be legendary. I will personally ensure that you have the sprinkles of life!"

With that promise hanging in the air, I know I can count on her not just for ice cream but for so much more as I navigate this complicated recovery. Even amidst the challenges, I feel a renewed sense of strength.

Though the playful atmosphere soon disappears as Yelena looks at me with a hurt look. "You know," Yelena begins cautiously, glancing around the room as if making sure no one else can hear, "I've been really worried about you. Seeing you like this. It's been hard. I didn't expect to walk in and see my Y/n looking so weak."

"Yeah, well, welcome to the aftermath of a bullet wound," I respond, a hint of sarcasm lacing my tone, but her expression remains sombre. "I mean it, Y/n," she says, her voice low. "I can handle all sorts of dangerous missions, but this... this was different. You're my niece. I've seen too many people get hurt, and it scares me to think about what could have happened if things went even more wrong."

"I know. I didn't want to worry you, but... it's not like I planned to get shot," I reply, my voice softening. "I was trying to do my best, and it went sideways."

"It's not your fault," Yelena reassures me, squeezing my hand gently. "But promise me you'll be careful. Don't rush back into missions. I can't go through this again. I thought I lost you."

"I'm not going anywhere yet. You've got me for a while longer," I say with a playful lilt, trying to lighten the atmosphere. Her smile falters, but she doesn't let go of my hand. "You have to promise me you won't get hurt again. I mean it. You don't have to be the hero all the time, you know." The gravity of her words sinks in, and I can feel a lump forming in my throat. "I thought I was doing well. I thought it was my chance to prove myself," I admit, my voice quieter now. "Prove yourself? You don't need to do that. You're already a part of this family," she insists, her voice firm but gentle.

But I can't shake the feeling of inadequacy, the bitter sting of doubt that lingers in the corners of my mind. "I don't feel like it," I confess, looking down at our hands intertwined. "Not after everything that's happened. My parents... I don't know. It's complicated." I begin tentatively, not sure how to express the turmoil inside me.

"They've hurt me for so long, and I'm still trying to wrap my head around why they suddenly seem to care. It feels like. I don't know, like they're trying to make up for lost time. They've been... around. Too around, if you know what I mean. They've been acting all concerned, but it feels more like an obligation."

I've felt torn about this since I've woke up. They're around all the time and trying to do everything that can to help me. But all I can think about is how much they have hurt me and if they would ever be able to make up for their past actions.

Yelena nods, her expression serious. "It's okay to be conflicted. They've done wrong by you, and you have every right to be angry. But if they're genuinely trying to change, maybe there's a chance for you to heal too." She suggests, similar to how Steve has these last two days.

"I don't want to forgive them just because they're here now. It feels disingenuous," I admit, frustration seeping into my voice. "I've been raised to believe that actions speak louder than words, and I need to see real change." I state irritated. "Then hold them to that standard," she urges, her voice steady. "Don't let them slide by just because they're your parents. You deserve more than that." She iterates.

"I guess I'm just afraid of being disappointed again," I whisper, feeling a shiver of vulnerability wash over me. It hurt so much when I slowly seemed to disappear from their lives. I don't think I could experience that again. "What if they go back to ignoring me once I'm healed? What's the point of this?" I share, tears stinging my eyes.

Yelena leans closer, her brow furrowing as she studies my face. "That's not fair to you. They hurt you, and it's okay to be angry about that. But you deserve to feel loved and cared for. You're so much stronger than you give yourself credit for." "Stronger?" I scoff lightly, but inside I feel a flicker of hope. "I barely survived my first mission and ended up in a hospital bed. That doesn't feel strong."

"Strength isn't just about fighting, Y/n. It's about surviving, too. You survived, and you're still here. You're still fighting." Her voice softens, and I can see her eyes glistening with tears. I nod slowly, her words resonating with me. "You're right. I just don't want to get hurt like that again. I thought joining SHIELD would mean I'd finally be seen, but now... it feels like a mess."

Yelena shakes her head, frustration evident in her expression. "No. You're not a mess. You're human. They need to step up and show you that you matter, but that doesn't mean you have to accept their love without question. You get to set the boundaries. You get to decide what you want from them moving forward. But I do believe that you have to give them a chance to show you that they've changed." She shares, taking me by surprise.

"It was years Yelena. How can I move to just forgive them for everything that's happened? Just because they're here for my recovery, doesn't mean it makes up for everything that they've done." I raise my voice getting frustrated that no one seems to understand the depth of how much this has affected me.

She thinks for a moment before speaking up. "I know I can't understand the pain they caused you. When I heard about what they did to you, I was ready to kick both of their asses. But I've seen this determination in them. Especially Nat. I just don't want you to let the anger eat you alive. You deserve more than that. You deserve to heal, not just physically, but emotionally, too." Her words resonate deep within me. I can feel the weight of my resentment pressing against my chest, threatening to suffocate me. "It's just hard, Yelena. I don't know if I can trust them again. What if they just go back to how things were?"

"That's the risk, but it's also a chance for something better. Maybe this could be the start of a new chapter for you all," she replies, her voice filled with hope. "I mean, how many people get a second chance to rewrite their story? You can make it count." She tries to reason with me. "Or I could just end up disappointed again," I say, my voice barely above a whisper.

"Hey, no one said life was easy," she counters, leaning forward, her tone shifting to a playful challenge. "You've faced worse. You survived a bullet wound, for Christ's sake! How about you take that strength and channel it into something more positive? Like confronting your parents." She suggests. "Confront them?" I echo, feeling a knot of anxiety tighten in my stomach.

"Yeah! You're a badass. You fought off those Hydra agents; you can fight for your own happiness." she encourages. "Don't let anyone else dictate your worth. Not your parents, not Hydra. No one."

"I'll think about it," I concede, knowing that deep down, she's right. Maybe facing my parents isn't just about them; it's about taking control of my own narrative, my own healing. "Good," Yelena replies, her smile brightening the room once more. "And remember, no matter what you decide, I'll be right here, cheering you on. We're in this together, ice cream and all."

As I gaze into her determined eyes, I feel the flicker of hope igniting within me. Yelena is right. I can't let the past dictate my future. Perhaps I can find a way to reclaim my voice, my choices. And with her by my side, I feel like I can face whatever comes next.

__________

The soft hum of the machines is a constant companion, a backdrop to the quiet conversation happening in the room. Mama and mom sit nearby, each offering their own version of silent support. Mama, with her usual calm demeanour, sits crossed legged in the chair near the foot of my bed. Her posture is relaxed, but her sharp eyes betray her constant vigilance. She notices everything, always has, and I can feel her observing me like she's looking for something beneath the surface. Mom on the other hand, has stationed herself at my side, like aways. She's less fussy, thankfully, but still has to be close, like I'm going to disappear if she's not.

Sometimes, I find the silence unbearable compared to their constant and sometimes suffocating fussing over me. I feel on edge, like they're waiting for me to talk to them. I think back to what Yelena said about confronting them and doing it on my terms. But I want to do it in the right frame of mind, and at the moment, this infection is still kicking my ass.

Mama breaks the silence as her well trained eyes watch me for a while. "How are you feeling Y/n?" She asks, her eyes narrowing slightly as she studies me, as though she's trying to catch me out if I say the wrong thing. "A bit better." I respond with a slight nod, my words carefully measured. I don't want to give too much away. Not about how I'm feeling and especially not about the swirl of doubt that's been growing inside of me since the incident.

"Are you sure? You're sweating." She points out, sitting up. Mom goes to reach for my forehead, but quickly retreats her hand. She's been trying really hard not to be too much and I'm grateful for that. I should have known that she could see straight through me and notice the discomfort I'm in. "Just a little." I admit. "Is there anything we can do? Would you like some water? Or we could change the quilt for a blanket if that would help?" Mom suggests.

I think for a moment before giving in, knowing that I am burning up a little too quickly. "The blanket would be better if that's ok." I respond, earning a warm smile from mom as she stands and moves to grab the blanket as mama takes the quilt and folds it up. "Better?" Mom asks as the thin blanket now rests over my legs. "Yes. Thank you." I quietly respond.

"You're being strong, but you don't have to be." Mom says, her voice soft but persuasive. Her green eyes watching me too closely. "We're here for you." She states. Something I've heard more these last few days than I have in my whole like.

I offer a tight smile. "I appreciate that." I reply, but there's something hollow in my words, something they both notice. I see it in the flicker of mama's eyes, in the slight frown mom tries to hide. They want me to let them in, to trust them. But I can't. No right now.

The knock on the door interrupts the thick atmosphere. As we all look to the door, a smile grows on my face as Yelena pushes open the door, bursting in to the room with her usual energy. Her blonde hair bounces around her shoulders as she strides in, a smirk on her lips. She's a welcome distraction from the unspoken suspicions swirling in my mind.

Behind her, there's someone new. A brunette with wide eyes and a slightly awkward smile follows in her wake, holding a small bouquet of flowers in her hands. It's clear she doesn't quite know what to do with them as she shifts nervously, standing next to Yelena like she's trying to figure out how to fit in. "This is Kate." Yelena says with a grin, motioning to the brunette with a flourish. "Oh, right. The annoying stray Clint picked up." I reply with a grin, my eyes flicking between Yelena and the new girl. I feel a small flutter of nerves in my chest, but I push it aside, trying to appear casual.

Kate gasps dramatically, placing her hand over her chest as if wounded. "Annoying stray? Really? Is that how Yelena described me?" She shoots Yelena a mocking glare, then turns to me with a playful twinkle in her eyes. "Don't listen to her. I'm delightful, I promise." She smirks.

There is something instantly disarming about her. Her smile is infectious, and I find myself grinning back before I can stop myself. "I'll be the judge of that." I say, raising an eyebrow in challenge. Kate's laugh is light. "Well, I guess I better make a good impression then huh. I'm Kate. Nice to finally meet you."

As if she suddenly becomes aware of the other two people in the room, Kate suddenly becomes a lot more nervous as she steps forward, holding out the flowers a little awkwardly. "I, uh, thought some flowers might brighten up the place." She says her voice light but tinged with nervousness. "If you don't like them, I can... I don't know, take them back or something."

I can't help but smile at the sudden awkwardness, feeling some of the tension ease from my shoulders. There's something captivating about her, a clumsy sincerity that feels genuine. Like she's not trying to be anything other than who she is. If's refreshing, in contrast to the more guarded and calculated vibes in the room.

"No, no. They're nice. I love them." I say, accepting the flowers with a smile. "Thank you." I say gratefully. Mom steps in to help, taking the flowers from Kate and placing them on the beside table. She flashes Kate a smile, but I can't help but notice the way her eyes flick between me and Kate, like she's sizing up the interaction. Her protective nature is sweet, but right now it feels like an intrusion, like she's watching too closely.

Yelena of course, can't let the moment go without making it awkward. "Oh great. The two of you are already making goo-goo eyes at each other." She says with a snort, dropping herself into a chair next to mama with a dramatic sigh. "I should have seen this coming." She says to her sister. "Goo-goo eyes?" I sputter, my cheeks burning. "Yelena, we literally just met." Kate for her part, looks just as flustered, running a hand through her hair as she laughs awkwardly. "Yeah wow, not even five minutes in and I'm already being roasted. Thanks Yelena." Yelena has a mischievous grin as she gives Kate a thumbs up. "Hey, I call it like I see it." She shrugs.

I glance at Kate again, and despite the teasing, there's something about her that puts me at ease. Something feels unguarded in a way that I haven't felt around my parents lately. She seems real, no hidden motives, no unreadable layers. Just Kate, awkward and charming in her own way.

Mama raises an eyebrow at Yelena's comment but stays quiet, observing as always. Mom though let's out a soft chuckle, her eyes softening for a moment as she looks between Kate and me. "I think it's sweet." She says, but there's an undercurrent to her words. A subtle probing as if she's gauging how close I'm willing to let this new person get.

I shift uncomfortably in my bed, trying to shake off the unease. "Kate seems nice." I say, trying to keep things light. "But you don't need to start planning a wedding already." I joke, earning a loud laugh from Kate.

Yelena leans back in her chair, a satisfied smirk on her face. "Well, you're already doing better than most people who meet Y/n. She doesn't usually warm up to strangers this fast."

"Yelena." I mutter, shooting her a look, but the playful banter is enough to make me feel a bit more like myself again. Even if the tension with my parents still lingers beneath the surface.

Mama exchanges a glance with mom, and I can feel the weight of their unspoken thoughts. They're both protective, maybe even a little suspicious of the new dynamic. I know they're trying to look out for me, but their watchful eyes feel too heavy right now and to be honest, they don't have the right to have any thoughts on this right now. They've barely been my parents for the last couple of years. They don't suddenly have a say in who I'm friends with.

"Well, at least you brought someone who isn't here to lecture me about being shot." I tease, giving Yelena a pointed look. Kate grins clearly relieved the conversation has shifted. "I'm just here for the heist planning." She smiles, her tone light. "Whatever Yelena has you roped into, I'm in." I join in the joke. Yelena perks up at that. "Oh, you have no idea what you've signed up for Bishop. This one here," she jerks her thumb at me, "has a history with getting into trouble."

Kate moves to take the seat next to me as both my parents decide to give us some space and grab some lunch. I'm grateful for them being able to read the room, but I notice the observant and narrow gaze of mama as she passes by Kate. I'm pretty sure I see Kate gulp a little which makes me laugh lightly.

"So," Kate asks, crossing her arms. "what's the plan for today? Ice cream, hospital jailbreak or maybe both?" She smiles, making the butterflies in my stomach flutter. "Oh, Yelena's already promised me ice cream, but she keeps postponing the jailbreak." I tease, glancing over at Yelena who's pretending not to listen.

Kate lets out a dramatic sigh, shaking her head. "Typical. She makes all these grand promises, and then when it comes time to actually execute..." Kate starts teasingly before Yelena speaks up. "I'm literally right here." She complains, throwing her hands up in mock exasperation. "And for the record. I would have busted you out, but your mother threatened to remove all the mac and cheese from the building if I did." She admits with a child like huff.

"Still scared of mama huh?" I smirk, earning a harsh stare from my aunt. "No!" She defends loudly. "Well, maybe when it comes down to you." She admits quietly, making Kate and I laugh. "Well, well. I've finally discovered the one thing Yelena Belova is scared of." Kate torments Yelena. "Yeah, well don't forget that you're the one scared of me." Yelena points out giving her fiercest glare. Something that makes Kate shrink back into her seat. "Yep. You're right. Sorry." She apologises goofily, making me smile even wider.

There's a beat of silence, but it's not awkward. It's easy, comfortable, and I'm surprised at how quickly I've warmed up to Kate. She's sharp, funny and there's a confidence about her that makes me feel more at ease. I can tell she's someone who doesn't take life too seriously, but there's a genuine warmth underneath the sarcasm.

Yelena is watching us again, her arms crossed, and her eyebrow arched like she's trying to figure out how this is going to play out. "You know, I might actually enjoy watching this." She says, her voice laced with amusement. "You two are way too cute. It's like watching a rom-com in real time." She smirks

"Okay, enough of that." I say quickly, feeling my face begin to flush, this time not due to my infection! I glance to Kate who is grinning like she's in on some joke that I'm not, and I can't help but laugh. "Yelena, don't you have some Widow business to attend to?" I question hopefully. "Nope." She says cheerfully, popping the 'p' for emphasis. "I'm on babysitting duty today." She smiles proudly whilst I just roll my eyes. Maybe I do want my parents back right now!

Kate leans closer to me, lowering her voice conspiratorially. "Does she always talk like that, or is it just for us?" She questions. "Always." I whisper back, earning a glare from Yelena. "Alright, alright." Yelena says, pretending to be offended, but her eyes twinkle with amusement. "I can see when I'm not wanted. I'll give you two some space. Try not to flirt too much while I'm gone." She teases.

"And you," she stops in front of Kate, a stern look on her face. "If she so much as flinches you call the nurse. I will have your head if anything happens to her." She warns her lowly. Kate just nods, gulping at the threat. "P-promise." She stutters. "Good. Text me if you need anything. Now have fun being all awkward and flirty." She smirks as she saunters out of the room.

Suddenly, it's just the two of us, the room quieter but still filled with that easy, playful energy. I glance over at Kate, feeling a bit of awkwardness settle in. But it's the good kind that makes my heart race a little.

"So, what now?" I ask, trying to sound casual? Kate shrugs, a teasing smile tugging at the corners of her lips. "I don't know. I mean, we could plot that jailbreak. Or maybe..." She pauses, her eyes meeting mine. "We could just hang out and get to know each other a little better." She suggests.

There's a warmth in her gaze, something that makes my heart flutter, and for the first time in a while, I feel a sense of excitement. Not just for the ice cream or the jokes, but the possibility of something new. Something good. And maybe, just maybe, I'm ready for it.

Nat's POV:

My sharp eyes have always picked up on the subtle shift in a person's demeanour, the tiniest details that others overlook. Right now, I'm studying Kate Bishop. She's awkward sure. A little too wide-eyed and jittery, holding onto those flowers like she's afraid they might combust. There's a clumsy sincerity to her that I can't decide if I trust yet. Y/n though... Y/n is smiling. Laughing even, and I haven't seen that kind of lightness in her face in far too long. Still, I remain cautious.

I watch as Y/n teases Kate, the easy flow of their banter rolling off Y/n's tongue without the weight that usually accompanies her words. It's almost as if she's forgotten, if only for a few minutes, about the turmoil she's been going through. And while I want that for her, there's a part of me that can't let go of my protective instincts. That part that wants to dig deeper into who Kate Bishop really is, figure out if she's worthy of my daughter's trust.

Because Y/n doesn't let people in easily. Wanda and I have made that even harder for her now. To be able to trust is a difficult thing. I don't want to see her hurt more than she currently is. Not after everything that I've caused.

Wanda's voice pulls me out of my thoughts as she steps up beside me, her arms crossed but her expression soft, watching the interaction with a gentler gaze than I have. "She looks happy." Wanda murmurs. Her voice has that quiet thoughtful tone that always means she's been observing the situation for longer than I realised.

I nod, though I don't take my eyes off of Y/n. "She does." I admit reluctantly. Wanda notices this and quickly makes up an excuse of going to get some lunch and we quickly exit the room. Probably much to Y/n's delight!

"You don't like it?" Wanda asks, her lips twitching into a small smile. She can read me too easily, knows exactly what I'm feeling even when I try to keep it to myself. We hover in the corridor outside of Y/n's room as I sigh. "I didn't say that." I glance towards my wife, raising an eyebrow.

"No, but I know you." She chuckles softly, and it's a warm, comforting sound that cuts through the tension I've been holding in my chest. "Nat, you don't trust her yet." It's not a question, and I don't answer right away. Instead, I look back through the window into Y/n's room. My eyes falling to the pair of them. Y/n has leaned a little closer to Kate, her laughter soft, her smile genuine. Kate's making some grand gesture with her hands, her enthusiasm endearing in its awkwardness. Okay, I think. Maybe she's not so bad.

But still. "I just don't know her." I say finally, my voice low. Wanda hums in understanding, her gaze never leaving Y/n. "But look at her, Nat. She's the happiest we've seen her in a long while." She points out. I know she's right. Y/n hasn't had this kind of lightness in her eyes since the incident. Even in the days leading up to it, she was closed off, burdened by the trauma we had caused her. I couldn't do anything to help her, I couldn't fix what I had broken. And now here comes this Kate Bishop, breezing in like a ray of sunshine, making Y/n smile like it's the easiest thing in the world.

I sigh, crossing my arms tighter over my chest. "Maybe." I admit after a pause, my voice quieter now, more reflective. "Maybe Kate is what Y/n needs right now." Wanda turns her head to look at me fully, a surprised look on her face, but she soon gives me a soft knowing smile. "That's not easy for you to say."

"No, it's not." I say honestly. "But I can't ignore how she's acting. It's good to see her like this." I glance to Yelena who's still grinning like a proud instigator of all this chaos. Y/n has her laughing too, which is aways a good sign. "And Kate, she's not what I expected." I share.

There's an awkward clumsiness about the girl sure. But underneath that, there's a kindness in her eyes, something genuine that makes me reconsider my initial assessment. She's not just some reckless kid, despite the reputation. She cares and that means something.

Wanda places a gentle hand on my arm, squeezing lightly. "It's ok to let your guard down a little." I chuckle under my breath at her words. "I don't think I'm wired that way, Wanda." I reply. "I know." She laughs softly. "But maybe you can try. Kate isn't here to hurt Y/n. She's just, being a friend. Maybe that's exactly what Y/n needs right now." I nod, though my instincts still bristle at the idea of lowering my walls completely. "You're right. But I'm not going to stop being protective. Not after we failed her so badly." My gaze hardens just a fraction. "I can't."

Wanda's expression softens further, understanding in her eyes. "No one's asking you to stop protecting her Nat. Just, give this a chance. What ever it might be." She pleads. I look at Y/n again. She's relaxed in a way I haven't seen her in months. The tightness in her shoulders is gone, replaced by something lighter, freer. And I realise that I'm not the only one trying to protect her. Maybe, in her own way, Kate is too.

"I'll give it a chance." I mutter quietly. "But I'll be watching." Wanda smiles knowingly. "I wouldn't expect anything less." She says as both our gazes fall to our daughter. Just then, Kate says something that makes Y/n burst out laughing, the sound so full of life that it catches me off guard. My heart clenches that it's taken this long. That Wanda and I created an environment where she felt like she no longer belonged in this family.

I know it's going to take time for her to even consider forgiving us. But I know that it's important that she has other people around her that she can talk to and have fun with. If it's just Wanda and me she'll become completely closed off. Maybe being around Kate is exactly what she needs. It doesn't mean I'll let my guard down completely. Not yet. I will always protect her. That's what mother's do. Even if I haven't proven my right to that title in a long time.

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As Wanda and I step back into our home, the familiar chaos of our boys welcomes us like a warm embrace. The scent of something sweet wafts through the air, mixing with the sharp, clean smell of wood polish from our recent cleaning efforts. I can hear the muffled sounds of laughter and playful shouting emanating from the living room, and it brings a smile to my face despite the heaviness still clinging to my heart.

Tommy and Billy have been asking about their sister non-stop over the last few days, and every time, I see the worry deepen in their little faces. They've felt the weight of Y/n's absences as much as we have, maybe more.

"Hey, you two!" I call out, my voice breaking through the din. Almost immediately, Tommy and Billy come barrelling into the hallway, their faces lighting up like it's Christmas morning. They launch themselves at us, wrapping their arms around my waist and Wanda's legs in a tangle of limbs and giggles. It's a comforting noise, one that momentarily pulls me away from the weight of the world outside these walls.

"Mom! Mom! How's Y/n? Is she okay?" Tommy's voice rises with excitement, his wide eyes sparkling with a mixture of hope and anxiety. I exchange a glance with Wanda, who stands beside me, her own expression tinged with a protective softness. It's a moment like this that reminds me just how much the boys adore their sister.

"She's still unwell, sweetheart," I say gently, kneeling down to meet Tommy's gaze at eye level. "But she's doing better than she was. She'll be home soon." I try to sound optimistic, but the knot in my stomach betrays me. I know how much they want to see Y/n, and how hard it's been for them to understand why she isn't here with us.

"Soon? Like tomorrow?" Billy asks, bouncing on his toes, his dark hair flopping into his eyes. There's a slight hopefulness in his voice, and it makes my heart ache, knowing they're so eager for good news. Wanda steps in beside me, placing a hand on Tommy's shoulder, her touch gentle and reassuring. "She's going to need a few more days in the hospital, honey. She's got to rest and get better first." I watch the way Wanda's eyes soften when she speaks to the boys, how she has an innate ability to make even the hardest truths sound a little lighter.

"But her birthday is coming up!" Tommy exclaims suddenly, his expression shifting from concern to realization. "We have to make it special for her! Can we plan a perfect birthday for her in her hospital room?" His enthusiasm is infectious, and a flicker of warmth spreads in my chest at his determination. Billy nods vigorously, his face lighting up with ideas. "Yeah! We can decorate it and bring her cake! She'll love that!" The energy in the room shifts, and I can see both boys imagining the decorations they might hang, the cake they might bake, and the joy they hope to bring their sister.

"That's a great idea," I agree, feeling a swell of pride as I watch them brainstorm. "But we need to wait until she's feeling a bit better, okay? We don't want to overwhelm her." Tommy frowns slightly, his brow furrowing in thought. "When can we see her?" His voice is earnest, full of longing. I can hear the worry tucked beneath his words, and it tugs at my heart. "Yeah, we want to see Y/n!" Billy adds, his expression mirroring his brother's eagerness.

Wanda glances at me, and I can feel the weight of our responsibilities bearing down. "We'll take you to see her in the morning," I promise, seeing their faces light up with hope. "But remember, she might be tired and need to rest, so we have to be gentle with her."

"Yay!" Tommy cheers, his voice ringing through the hallway, and Billy joins in, practically bouncing on his heels with excitement. Their joy is palpable, a reminder of the happiness that can still exist even amidst uncertainty and pain.

Just then, Steve steps out from the kitchen, having been quietly observing the boys from a distance. His presence brings a calmness to the chaos, and I find comfort in knowing he's here. "Hey, how are you two doing?" he asks, his eyes twinkling as he takes in the scene of our little family reunion.

"Mama and mom just told us that Y/n is coming home soon!" Tommy exclaims, practically vibrating with excitement, his hands flailing as he gestures animatedly.

"Yeah, and we're planning the best birthday for her ever!" Billy adds, his voice bubbling over with enthusiasm, his cheeks flushed with energy.

"Sounds like you're all set for a celebration," Steve says with a smile, nodding approvingly. He leans against the wall, crossing his arms as he watches the boys with fondness. "I'll leave you to it. Just let me know if you need anything." He shoots us a knowing look, one that acknowledges the weight of what we're dealing with, before stepping back into the kitchen.

As Wanda and I stand there, our boys filled with excitable plans, I can't help but feel a mix of gratitude and dread. Gratitude for the moments of joy, the laughter that fills our home, and the love that binds us together. Sadness that our family isn't complete and dread for the challenges still ahead. We're still on shaky ground, still trying to piece together the remnants of our family after everything that's happened.

But for now, I push those worries aside. I take a deep breath, inhaling the comforting scent of our home, and look around at the smiling faces of my children. "Okay, let's start planning for this birthday celebration!" I suggest, my heart lifting at the idea of planning something special for Y/n.

"We need balloons. And streamers!" Tommy states excitedly, his eyes bright with ideas. "And cake!" Billy insists, his mouth already watering at the thought. "What kind should we get her?"

As we brainstorm, I can't help but smile. We'll take this one step at a time. Tomorrow, we'll bring the boys to see Y/n, and hopefully, we'll be one step closer to bringing her home where she belongs. Hopefully, she'll see that we plan to be the best parents to her and in time she'll forgive us. I feel a flicker of hope, ignited by the boys' excitement and determination to make their sister smile, to show her that she is loved and missed.

"Let's get started," I say, my voice full of warmth as I gather them into a huddle, my heart swelling with pride. Together, we can do this. Together, we can find a way to help Y/n heal, and maybe even begin to mend the cracks that have formed in our family.

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[marvelobsessed134]

Chappells new song has given me some inspiration

“It’s just in my nature so take it like a taker cause baby I’m the giver!”

[stuiie]

Since I had some more time on my hands I did some tweaks on this short one-shot and uploaded it on AO3 after some sweet requests. For whoever might be interested you find it below 😊

Happy Halloween - The Color of You

Words: 1084 Warnings: None Authors note: Since we're in the wrong season for TCOY, I put together this little one-shot for you! I’ve been super busy this weekend, so it's a bit short but I hope you’ll enjoy it anyway!

You were late—catastrophically late—and you knew it as you sprinted down the sidewalk, trying your best to ignore the surprised stares from strangers. But it was impossible to avoid their looks with the bright yellow feathers sticking out in every direction. Still, you pressed on, making a heroic dash to Wanda and Natasha’s place, desperately hoping to blend into the Halloween crowd.

The second you burst through the door, you crashed right into Yelena, who took one look at you and exploded with laughter, doubling over as she struggled to catch her breath.

“Oh my god!” she choked, tears already forming at the corners of her eyes. “What… what are you supposed to be? A giant canary? Big Bird’s love child?” She gasped for air, holding her stomach as she shook with laughter.

You looked down, flushed with embarrassment, and tugged at the bright yellow costume. “It’s a duck costume,” you muttered, pulling the hood over your head a little more defensively. “Nat and Wanda wanted me to wear it,” you grumbled, making a small face as Yelena slid to the floor laughing hysterically. “Come on, it’s not that funny!”

“Oh, trust me Ducky, it’s even funnier than you think,” Yelena managed, practically rolling around with laughter. She pointed around the room where, of course, everyone was dressed in sleek, stylish, and effortlessly cool costumes. Even Yelena looked fierce in her assassin’s outfit complete with silver daggers. Meanwhile, you… looked like you’d waddled straight out of a children’s petting zoo, feeling the warm flush of embarrassment rise up your neck.

You were about to protest when you heard familiar footsteps approaching.

“What’s going on out here?” came Wanda’s voice, her tone as smooth and soothing as always. She stepped around the corner, her gorgeous sorceress costume catching the light, and froze the moment her eyes fell on you.

Oh no.

Wanda’s hand flew up to her mouth, her emerald eyes sparkling with amusement. A small smile curved her lips as she called out, “Natasha, you have to come see this!”

Seconds later, Natasha appeared, her dark, glittering assassin attire matching Yelena’s, every inch of her the picture of deadly elegance. When her gaze fell on you, her jaw dropped, then her lips slowly spread into an amused smile as her eyes flickered to Wanda who approached you.

“Look at you, my sweet little duckling. I could just eat you up,” Wanda cooed, stepping closer and brushing a few yellow feathers off your cheek. Her eyes danced with barely contained laughter, but she still softened her voice as if she were speaking to a precious little pet. “Aren’t you just the cutest little thing?”

Yelena was practically in tears now. You nudged her with your oversized webbed foot, trying to fight the rising blush in your cheeks. “It’s not funny,” you hissed, although even you had to admit you probably looked ridiculous.

“Oh, it absolutely is,” Natasha chuckled, stepping closer with a glint in her eye. “You’re literally our little duckling now, all fluffy and bright!” She reached out and gave your cheek a playful pinch, and you batted her hand away with an indignant pout.

“Don’t act so surprised!” you protested, trying to salvage what little dignity you had left. “The note said I was supposed to wear this. It was signed by both of you!”

Natasha raised her eyebrows, exchanging a glance with Wanda, who was now biting her lip so hard she might’ve drawn blood. “Darling, what are you talking about?” Natasha said, inspecting the yellow fuzz with barely contained glee.  “We didn’t send you that costume. But I must say, it’s quite a look on you.” 

Wanda’s hand slid down to her hip as she eyed you, a playful smirk tugging at her lips. “Whoever sent it clearly knew how to pick the perfect look for you, sweetie,” she teased. “But I think we would have remembered if we had chosen something so… memorable.”

You narrowed your eyes, your mind racing through possible suspects. Just then, you heard the sound of heels clicking on the floor behind you, and you turned to find Val, dressed to the nines in a jet-black suit with a snakes for hair like Medusa. Her eyes practically gleamed as she took in the sight of you.

“Ah, there’s the little duckling,” came Val’s smooth, rich voice, laced with dark amusement. She leaned casually against the doorway, taking in your feathered costume with an expression of barely contained delight. Her eyes glinted wickedly, dark and amused, as she folded her arms and smiled. “I’ll be honest, I was betting you’d just wear something cute. But this?” She smirked, gesturing to the yellow fur. “This is adorable.”

You stared at her, feeling the flush creep back into your cheeks as the pieces fell into place. “Val…” you began, your tone a mix of accusation and mortification. She raised a brow, the corner of her mouth curling up even further. “This… this wasn’t your idea, was it?”

“Oh, darling,” Val cooed, tilting her head as her dark eyes sparkled with a wicked delight, “I could never resist such an opportunity. It’s Halloween, after all. And look at you, I just knew the sweet little duckling suit would look absolutely perfect on you. And judging by the reactions, I’d say I was right.”

Natasha chuckled, shaking her head. “Oh, Val, you’re absolutely wicked.”

Wanda leaned close, wrapping an arm around you and whispering with a playful smile, “She may be wicked, but our little duckling looks adorable.” She tapped your nose gently, her expression warm and affectionate. “And now everyone can see how cute you are.”

Mortified yet secretly touched, you let out a resigned sigh and accepted your new role as the group’s beloved duckling. With Wanda and Natasha linking their arms through yours, they led you deeper into the Halloween party, ignoring the amused glances from the other guests.

Across the room, Val raised her glass to you with a amused smirk, her dark eyes gleaming in the dim light. You shook your head with a rueful grin, flicking her off with a smile as she playfully snapped her teeth in response, her grin only widening.

And then, just as you were starting to relax, Natasha pulled you in for a soft, lingering kiss. Your heart fluttered, and you couldn’t help but smile against her lips, feeling the warmth of their affection settle around you like a cozy embrace as Wanda’s fingers trailed down your back.

Maybe being their little duckling wasn’t so bad… at least for one night.

[kqutie]

GROUP EFFORT x SLEEPY MAMA

relations. : platonic avengers/single mother reader ; romantic pairing still undecided

sum. : you're exhausted and happily fall asleep with vinny but your son has other plans now that his favourite heroes were close by

tags. : single mother reader ; baby is inspired by Jack-Jack from ‘the incredibles’ ; fluff ; slight crack fic ; comfort fic ; baby!oc ; widowed reader ; baby has multiple powers ; domestic fluff ; avengers babysitting a super baby

length : 3.4k

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You explained your situation with Vinny as thoroughly as you could in your sleep-deprived state while he slept in your arms. Your STEM background habitually prompted you to provide your hypothesis on the matter, which Bruce and Tony perked up and shared a look at. Both appeared to immediately take a mental note of researching the incident with your husband later. The team vaguely remembered the event when it first happened and dominated the headlines. It was dubbed as a freak accident that happened too quickly to be stopped; they were gutted that even they couldn’t do something about it. Naturally, they had questions but were hesitant to inquire when you were noticeably slipping in and out of consciousness. 

Natasha furrows her brows in sympathy as she observes you and gradually moves her gaze down to Vinny. Despite your exhausted state, you force yourself to maintain your posture and continue safely cradling your son, prioritising his comfort over your own. She can only imagine the amount of stress you had undergone the last few days of having to take care of a son with rapidly expanding powers. ‘Just a normal person’ was what you called yourself, someone who was ‘incapable of properly caring’ for your son and his powers no matter how much you were willing to stick it out. In the end, you had to call it quits. She admired your resilience and maternal drive, all of them did and they were more than willing to help you. It was definitely a bizarre case but, rather than figure things out now, it was more important to ensure your and Vinny’s wellbeing.  

“How about we call it a night for now?” Steve suggests as you hand over the list you had written up, detailing the extent of Vinny’s acquired powers. It was an extensive list composed of several scraps of paper and sticky notes. The team's eyes collectively bulge at the sizable amount of notations. 

“Does he have super speed like me?” Pietro blurts out in excitement, eager to potentially have someone who can finally keep up with his speed. 

“I don’t know… maybe it’ll manifest one day. The list only seems to keep growing,” you try to smile but you’re so tired it comes out as more of a grimance. 

“Stay the night,” Tony says with fixed conviction, “it’s gotten late and you came to us for help with the baby, right?” Pepper smiles beside him and nods in agreement. The couple stand side by side, already settled on the decision and it appears as though nobody else was going to contest it.  

“We have plenty of rooms available. I’ll be happy to take you and Vinny to one,” Pepper offers as Tony nods with his usual charming grin. Neither gives you the chance to object nor does the rest of the team—all are determined to lend you a helping hand. Looking at their kind expressions made you tear up. It was such a relief. You haven’t felt this supported since your late husband was alive.  

“Y-yes please,”

“It’s settled then, over to you Ms Potts,” Tony gives the curve of Pepper’s butt a small pat as he moves away, “I’ll get the staff to bring up a cot as soon as possible,” The team follow the couple’s lead and wish you a goodnight as Pepper begins leading you to the available bedrooms with Vinny still asleep in your arms. 

𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧

The team remain in the living room discussing the current events. Pepper had informed them of which room you were sleeping in for the night when she came back, it was one of the bigger rooms considering they were organising a cot to be put in for Vinny, it also had an ensuite and small kitchenette for your convenience. 

The cot was taking a while to acquire and build due to the suddenness of the request but you assured her that having no cot wasn’t an ‘end of the world’ thing, you were more than happy to sleep with Vinny in the same bed. In fact, you had recently gotten into the habit so that you were easily alerted whenever Vinny spontaneously did something with his powers. However, Pepper doubts you would wake so easily in your sleep-deprived state; you fell asleep the instant your head hit the pillow. Thankfully, Vinny remains fast asleep beside you. 

“You think it was the gamma rays, Bruce?” Tony asks nonchalantly as he settles himself atop the sofa arm, snacking on chocolate-covered almonds. 

“It’s highly likely,” Bruce has been absorbed in research ever since you had left the room, typing away on his laptop. “Reports of the incident don’t flag up anything suspicious happening,” Tony raises a brow and there’s a knowing silence that fills the room momentarily, “...but we may just need to do some more digging,” Bruce was willing to continue his research but Tony insisted on the work day being over and the need for a good work-life balance. All Pepper’s influence. 

“We can continue the research tomorrow, Banner. Meeting a teleporting, multi-superpowered baby warrants some rest for the night, at least,” With a shake of his head, Bruce relents to Tony’s insistence and finally closes his laptop. Pepper looks at her fianceé proudly, Tony has come so far and has truly grown into the hero many admire him to be. His under-eyes are looking much healthier too. After his initial hesitation, Bruce and Tony join everyone else in the central living room again. 

“Will the baby and his mother be staying here for a long time?” Thor asks thoughtfully, leaning back into the sofa as Loki contemplates the question beside him. It makes sense for the mother and son duo to stay considering how unpredictable the child’s powers are. 

“It would be for the best,” Steve announces, receiving a nod of agreement from the majority. “The baby needs to be analysed so we can better help the mother and separating the two is entirely out of the question.”

“We’re not subjecting the child to any experiments though, right?” Bucky asks, a hardness coming over his expression and darkening his features. Everyone holds their breath and looks to Tony for answers. It was a collective look that pleaded opposition to the idea. In their line of work, experimentation on children was, unfortunately, a common occurrence and was something they actively pursued in putting an end to.   

“Surely not,” Natasha says lowly through gritted teeth. Everyone understood how important the topic was to her.

“‘Course, not.” Tony states matter-of-factly and shrugs, “There are ways of collecting data without having to partake in those old-school, traumatising experiments,” 

The Maximoff twins look at one another before Pietro suggests the obvious, “So… babysitting?” Tony shoots him with a pair of finger guns and cheerfully announces his victory. 

“I’m afraid no prize for you though—”

A giggle cuts through the room and everyone turns to the source immediately. Not again. 

Sat on the coffee table was Vinny, no longer asleep and having teleported into the living room once more. For a moment, nobody knows what to say or do until Vinny reaches his arms up, claps and giggles happily while staring up at Bucky, his little arms still raised. The supersoldier’s expression softens considerably at the child, his heart warmed by the infant’s glittering eyes and gummy smile. Giving a small wave and wiggling his fingers, Bucky is rewarded by another giggle before Vinny makes grabbing motions at him with his small, pudgy, baby hands. The gesture, however, makes him pause entirely. 

“That means he wants you to pick him up, Cyborg,” Sam laughs at his friend’s frozen state, it was hilarious to see someone who was usually so stoic and threatening become a headless chicken in front of a baby.

Slow and steady, Bucky reaches out and takes Vinny in his arms. The infant squeals in delight and kicks his legs when the soldier lifts him into the air before settling him on his lap to face the rest of the team. Vinny leans back against Bucky with a smug-looking grin as the brooding assassin sits rigidly behind him and whose large hands keep him in place by grasping his small torso on either side. It almost scares him how his fingertips touch when holding Vinny – the child is so tiny, so pudgy, soft, and fragile. Bucky’s face goes stock-still as does his limbs — he becomes indistinguishable from a stone statue. 

Pietro, Clint and Tony burst out laughing at the sight, pointing fingers at Bucky and making little Vinny grin in delight, their tangible joy is infectious to him. Even Sam is snickering from Bucky’s peripheral, no longer worried about getting hit upside the head since the supersoldier was otherwise preoccupied. Finding their laughter contagious too, Vinny joins in, oblivious to the glaring super soldier whose lap he was happily seated on. 

“He looks like a little prince in an oil painting sitting on a throne!” Pietro comments in between gasps of laughter. Tony snaps a picture and everyone slowly sees the vision Pietro had been calling out. It was comical. Clint was desperately gasping for breath as Loki snickered under his breath and Thor agreed to the ‘little prince’ observation.

“That child makes for an excellent prince!”

“But a throne? More like a stone statue,” Sam snorts as Steve struggles to keep a straight face. 

“Not. Funny.” Bucky growls lowly, paying no mind to the way the child in his lap plays with his fingers, unsuccessfully trying to pry his grip off his torso whilst babbling incoherent words. 

“You having fun, little guy?” Steve asks, leaning down to meet eyes with Vinny who responds happily, although in his nonsensical baby language. “I see, I’m glad,” Vinny prattles on again and holds a conversation with the soft-eyed, gently smiling captain for a good two minutes as the rest of the team looks fondly at the scene. 

Moments like this were what life was about. 

Evenings with the entire team were an eagerly anticipated activity, however, to have such a precious child join in on the event was a welcome occurrence. It felt like a family coming together to indulge in each other’s warm company. It was calm and mundane but it was what everyone craves atop the tumultuous life they lead. 

“What did the child say?” Thor’s booming voice cuts through the conversation and Steve turns to find him with a wide smile, eagerly anticipating an answer. 

With a roll of his eyes and a tsk, Loki answers before Steve can utter a word of explanation, “The captain doesn’t actually understand the child, he’s just entertaining it,”

“It’s ‘he’, not ‘it’, Loki,” Wanda corrects but is ignored by the god. 

“But they were conversing rather fluently just then,” Thor insists. Sometimes the group wonders if the Thunder God liked to play dumb just to annoy his younger sibling.  

“It doesn’t matter, the captain was speaking properly whilst the child wasn’t speaking any coherent language,” The two continue to bicker the way siblings do, as usual, while everyone else turns back to Vinny. The child, however, keeps his gaze locked on the two gods, his round, doe eyes transfixed on them with a blank expression before he suddenly smiles and squeals. 

“Ahh-yah!” the room suddenly shakes, as if a minor earthquake had occurred and the gods finally stop bickering. Everyone’s attention was on Vinny again. Wide-eyed, Bruce scours through the list of powers you handed over earlier and tries to find some sort of explanation. 

“What the hell was that?” Tony breathes in disbelief and turns to his lab partner, “Banner?”

“I think it’s the ‘loud sound (crying, cheering, laughing) = earthquake’,” 

“Echokinesis…” the two scientists conclude at the same time.

Tony slowly swipes his hands down his face, “This kid is gonna be a handful,” everyone stares, wide-eyed at the giggling child still sitting on Bucky’s lap. Vinny gurgles happily at the attention before assuming the stares are to commence one of his favourite games. Bringing his small, chubby hands up to his face, Vinny covers his eyes, cooing softly before revealing his eyes with a ‘dah!’. His proud grin is more gums than teeth but he’s just happy to play one of his favourite games ever. 

The adorable display makes the team smile, easily forgetting the earlier incident of uncontrolled power displayed by the innocent babe. Vinny continues playing peek-a-boo with everyone, who gradually joins in, Wanda being the most enthusiastic as she softly sings ‘peek-a-boo’ to the baby opposite her. Vinny had joined the light singing as well but with muddled coos instead. All is well and nerves have just begun to settle as Vinny covers his eyes for about the umpteenth time, elongating the innocent game. However, the team doesn’t mind as long as the baby is entertained and not crying.  

“Peek…a…boo!” Wanda sings once more but, this time, when Vinny reveals his eyes from under his small baby hands, two tunnels of bright green light shoot forward and everyone on the other side of the room ducks for cover. The parallel laser beams reached as far as the opposite wall and almost tore straight through it. As Vinny’s merry giggles fill the air, everyone slowly regains their composure and stares in disbelief at the destroyed couch. 

“The kid has fucking laser eyes too?!” Clint exclaims in disbelief, slack-jawed at the destructive evidence of Vinny’s power. 

“Language,” Steve promptly reprimands despite his own astonishment at the child’s display while Bucky had promptly covered Vinny’s tiny ears with his hands. Loki laughs joyfully, looking at your babbling baby boy with glittering amusement. 

“What an incredibly gifted child,” Loki praises with a smirk, his hair tousled by the scuffle but he pays it no mind.

It was then that Vinny reached his little arms up to Natasha, babbling happily before changing his mind and turning to Tony, only to change his mind again and make grabby hands at Thor. Everyone watches as the infant conflicts with himself, not knowing who he wants to be held by more before he falls forward and tumbles out of Bucky’s arms, or rather a duplicate of him does. In fact, a swarm of baby Vinnys fall off Bucky’s lap and begin shakily waddling over to a different avenger each.   

“Oh my…” Natasha gasps, cuddling a happily cooing Vinny to her chest — a duplicate one, at least. Looking around, every Avenger was made to cradle a duplicate baby as they tried to contain their shock and amazement. “This is crazy…”

“Wh-what do we do?” Pietro asks no one in particular as Wanda tries not to fawn over the baby Vinny in her arms.  

“Just make sure he doesn’t start crying or they’ll all start crying and the tower will end up collapsing on everyone because of their echo-kiss-thing,” Sam advises, panic swimming in his eyes as he remembers the shrieks of his baby nephews and how they had the power to make all nearby adults cry with them too. 

“N-now we don’t necessarily know if the baby can use more than one power at once or if his duplicates can perform powers atop the duplication. But I think it’s safe to say that that’s not the case–” Bruce cuts himself off as the baby in his arms coos, mesmerised by his moving jaw and reaches up a tiny hand to touch the scientist’s face. The duplicate Vinny in his arms begins babbling as if Bruce had been talking to him the entire time and they were pleasantly conversing. Charmed by the display, Bruce smiled softly and cooed at the infant in his arms — there was just something about babies that brought joy and peace to a person, he wanted to savour that feeling as much as possible.   

“Are you sure about that?” Clint asks and raises his Vinny, who had started dribbling and blowing bubbles with his spit. The bubbles should have easily disappeared but they began to float around and soon enough all the duplicate Vinny babies were blowing bubbles with their saliva. 

“I don’t know if that’s disgusting or adorable…” Tony comments, staring in mild awe and disgust at the display whilst bouncing the giggling baby in his arms. Pepper walks up beside him with an equally disturbed but awestruck expression. 

“How can they float like that?”

“You want to pop it, little human?” Thor chuckles as the Vinny in his arms reaches for the floating bubbles. Wanting to keep the child entertained, Thor obliges and pops a bubble for him only to yelp at the sudden electric shock he was subjected to. To a god of thunder, that felt like an insect bite, however, that would not be the case for his teammates. “Be careful my friends! This child was able to encase electricity within these innocent bubbles!” 

“Oh god! What are you?!” Sam asks in disbelief at the baby in his lap. Vinny simply giggles behind his small hands – he looks like the perfect picture of innocence but the team of heroes know better. 

Tony hands Pietro a wooden coaster from the coffee table to quickly pop all the bubbles with so that they don’t injure someone. The speedster nods but hands him his duplicate Vinny before zipping off to do the task. It didn’t take longer than five seconds to complete for Pietro and everyone could finally breathe a sigh of relief. 

“This is gonna be…interesting…” Tony observes with some hesitance as Bruce snorts a laugh and gives him a raised-brow look. 

“I could’ve told you that, Tony,” Sam chuckles. 

“But we can still help Vinny and his mother, correct?” Steve asks, feeling his heart clench as the baby in his arms cuddles into him with a suppressed yawn. The supersoldier watched, mesmerised, as the child slowly blinks and gradually fell asleep while sucking on his little thumb. 

“Of course!” Wanda declares and looks at Tony, “Even if it’s going to be difficult, we can’t just turn them away,” 

“I never said we were going to turn them away,” Tony smiles and relaxes his shoulders when the duplicates disappear in a small puff of smoke, revealing that Steve had the real Vinny. “They’re free to stay as long as they need,” the team smiled in relief at the assurance. They weren’t going to admit it aloud but they had already grown an attachment to the son and mother pair. It would be a good change of pace to have the two around the tower. 

“Splendid! I like the child very much already! And the mother is lovely, herself,” Thor speaks for everyone in the room, lowering his voice for the sake of Vinny who Steve had cradled to his chest and was gently rocking, “She seems very kind and loving, much like our mother, right, Loki?” the blonde god happily slings his arm over his younger brother’s shoulders and brings him close. 

“I suppose so,” Loki agrees with a scowl and stubbornly shrugs off his brother’s arm, who laughs goodnaturedly at the gesture.

“What about Nick?” Natasha asks, making everyone tense up but it was a subject that couldn’t be avoided. 

“I don’t think Nick is heartless enough to separate a mother and child or subject the little one to anything traumatic,” Steve was confident in that, “but if he shows otherwise, we’re putting a stop to it immediately,” Everyone nods and Pepper volunteers to call the S.H.I.E.L.D director about the situation. 

“It’s late,” Tony excuses and chuffs at the look Pepper sends him, “and, even though he’ll be ready at any time of the day. It’s best to start this tomorrow. The baby’s asleep anyway,”

Everyone notes the peace that had befallen the room. Everything was quiet except for the slumbering child’s soft breaths and their hushed voices discussing the topic. Looking at the clock, time had already passed so quickly.  

“This little one was such a handful,” Wanda comments, “no wonder his poor mother looked so…” she chooses her words carefully, “troubled,”

“I would have given up and collapsed already,” Clint confessed with a good-humoured snicker, “she must be a super mom to have taken care of a super baby all by herself for longer than a day,” hums and nods of agreement were shared throughout the room. The feat you accomplished was beyond their comprehension. Even though they were experienced in handling unusual, potentially dangerous events like this, they had struggled quite a bit from only one evening with Vinny. But you were one person without any special abilities or experience, and yet, you had lasted longer than they did. 

“A mother’s love is otherworldly,”  Thor concludes and, again, everyone hums and nods in agreement. 

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a/n : sorry this took so long my loves! this was very vinny and avengers centric also but mother dear deserves the rest, i hope everyone is enjoying the series so far. i will soon be opening up requests for this series to see what you lovelies want to see happen and the chapters will be based on those requests -- eventually anyone can read this series in any order they want!

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Tiny tiger au. Can we have mommy letting us suckle because we’re sad ? We can be sad about anything. If you do this thank you :)

Mommy is Here to Help

Paring: Mommy!Wanda Maximoff x Little!Reader (f) x Mama!Natasha Romanoff

Warnings: Heavy MD/LG, breastfeeding, sadness, crying, but floof!

A/n: I love this request! Thank you for sending it in 🥺 I would love to suck on the teat of mommy wanda whenever I'm sad. I wish I could :( But I'm real and she's fictional:( a teat I will never suck :(

It was a tragedy that occurred outside while on an adventure walk with your mommies. You were watching your feet so, so carefully, yet you still managed to accidentally step on that poor little snail. The crunch of its shell was enough to make you vomit, but when you looked under your foot and saw the slime, your tears were not stoppable.

"Oh my little tiny, it's ok, you didn't see him," Wanda tried to soothe you, but it was just too much. So your mommies decided to take you back home. "Its ok honey, you don't have to look at him." Wanda states, kissing your head and holding your hand as you're led back to the cabin.

The sleeves of your jacket were soaked, and your nose was stuffy. Natasha, having killed before, was a little amused at the fact that you are so sad over a little snail. 'Of course, she would be; she thinks to herself. You were always so soft while in your little space, and the two women knew you wouldn't hurt a fly.

The cabin embraced you in its warmth and Wanda led you to the couch after removing your jacket. She can't hold back the laugh when she sees you flop onto the couch and burying your face in a pillow--your sobs only getting louder.

Sighing, Wanda sits down next to you and pulls you into her lap. "It's ok baby girl, no need to cry," she tries, but you hide your face in her chest. Her head tilts as she sees you gently clawing at her shirt.

"Aww, here sweetheart, will this help?" Wanda asks, pulling her shirt up and allowing her breast to fall free, her nipple immediately going into your mouth. She smiles as you suckle on her nipple, your sobs turning into small sniffles and hiccups. "There we go, no need to be sad, my love..." She whispers, kissing your forehead and sighing as you finally begin to calm down.

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A Helping Hand

Professor!WandaNat x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Alcohol Consumption, Age Gap(roughly 11 years), Swearing, Pregnancy

Smut: Daddy/Professor (N), Mommy (W), Little Dove/Baby (R), Jean Riding (W),, Oral (N—W, W—R)), Unprotected Sex(R—G!PNat), Squirting( R), Marking (R), Kinks: Lactation ❗️, Praising, Breeding, Choking

5,526 Words

18+ | Minors DNI | SMUT ❗️

Natasha smiled tiredly down at Tommy and Billy, they were truly adorable like this, when they weren't screaming their heads off that is. They'd been up since five am, and finally fell asleep in their swings around nine after two hours of wailing. They were suffering with colic, and therefore the couple were suffering too, at least their little lungs were strong...

Natasha yawned rather loudly as she entered the kitchen, an unavoidable consequence of the glorious sleep schedule of a new mother to a couple of sleepless infants. After steadying her tired body against the marble counters she began to pull down two mugs from the cabinet, then she quickly got to work on breakfast.

The Keurig was the first thing she went for, it was her greatest ally in this current battle of life, Wanda even joked that at this point she might as well have an IV drip of the bitter liquid for her mass coffee consumption. Once she was certain her coffee was brewing she moved quickly to plug in the electric kettle. Wanda's breastfeeding tea was a must for her breakfast routine; happy wife, happy life...

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Natasha decided on fixing chocolate chip pancakes, she cut the strawberries into the shape of hearts to try to spruce up the day. Though the day didn't feel special due to the fatigue of life right now, the calendar noted that it was indeed the fourteenth of February. Valentine's Day was Wanda's favorite holiday, so she knew this whole being stuck indoors would be relatively hard for her wife.

Every year they'd usually go out, even in the earlier days when all they had was their measly little allowance. It didn't matter to Natasha if she was saving up for months, she would take Wanda out to the 'fancy' Italian joint, and even have enough money stashed for the dessert. Over the years they expectantly moved up in life, they graduated from the Olive Garden, but no matter what it was always pasta for dinner.

The couple's going on twenty years together, from awkward high school sweethearts to smoking hot professors, it was quite the ride. They'd always wanted kids, but for the better part of their twenties they'd been busy building their careers, but last year that all changed. When Wanda blew out the '35' candles she told her wife that she could feel her womb aching. Natasha laughed at first, her wife had always been the dramatic type, but after she saw the glare paired with the head tilt she was all in.

"Moya lyubov'?," Wanda stopped at the bottom of the stairs, her eyes scanning for her family., "In the kitchen.," she heard her wife's quiet response, her eyes found the sleeping infants, and so she slowly pattered her way to her., "What's for breakfast? It smells good."

Natasha had just finished the plates, so with a smirk, and a swivel on the ball of her feet she presented the plates., "Ta-Da.," she cheered., "Happy Valentine's Day detka.," she held the plates out to the side, then she leaned forward to kiss her., "Happy Valentine's Day lyubov'."

The couple shared a quiet breakfast, as the years had passed by they found silence to be far more comforting than forced conversations. They'd smile at each other from time to time, or make mention of something, but for the most part the room was filled with the sounds of soft chewing, and white noise for the boys.

"Wan—.," before Natasha could ask her what she'd like to do today the doorbell was ringing., "Nooo.," the redhead groaned, because just as soon as the jingle stopped the wailing started.

"You get the door, I'll get the babies.," Wanda remedied, she placed a soft kiss to her lips., "Play nice, no more scaring off the neighbors."

Natasha rolled her eyes, then she marched to the door with a harsh scowl., "What is it?," she barked out, but at the sight of you with your book bag, and a tray of goodies she softened., "Sorry honey, I didn't realize it was you.," you smiled back., "It's okay Professor Romanoff."

A teasing giggle left you when she once again narrowed her eyes., "How many times have I told you to call me Natasha?," you set the tray down on their counter and turned to her with a shrug., "We've been neighbors for seven years, longer than you'd been either of our student."

Even though Nat tries to hide it, you knew she was deeply affected by your use of her title. Before you could continue teasing her, you were interrupted by a loud set of synchronized wailing., "Come Y/N, time to meet the boys."

You'd only ever seen them up close once, when you stopped by just after they got home from the hospital after a trying month in the NICU. The school required Wanda's signature so you could transfer ELA program advisors since she'd be out for your final semester, they wouldn't accept electronic, so you offered to collect it personally since you were neighbors.

That was two months ago, you were far too busy with preparing for the semester to stop by again, but you never stopped the observing. They'd hardly left the house in four months, at first it made sense, Wanda was nesting, and Natasha was supporting her tenfold. But now that the boys are three months, and it's the holiday of love you decided to lend a hand.

Wanda was frazzled, her hair a tousled mess, and her shirt all discombobulated due to her attempts to breastfeed one of the infants., "Detka, what happened?," you watched on as the couple were working together to calm the babies, but sadly nothing they did worked., "I'm not sure Nat, they just combusted."

That comment makes you snort, and eyes of fiery green meet yours., "Y/N/N, why are you here?," Wanda squeaked, then not so subtly tried to fix her messy appearance., "To help."

The couple stare at you in bewilderment as you scoop the infants up from their arms, the boys instantly calmed in your embrace, and they were almost certain you partook in witchcraft.

"It's Valentine's Day, you two should be out.," you relay while not even sparing them a glance as you make the funniest faces at their babies in an attempt to keep them this calm., "Y/N.."

"Nope, don't try it Natasha.," you cut her off, then stared knowingly at the couple., "You two have been cooped up in here for months, it's clearly having an effect on the whole family.," you then gestured to the now calmed babies.

"You might call me a stalker for it but I've kept watch—it's sad how little you two leave, and I'm here to fix it."

"Don't you have class today?," you shook your head amusedly at the idea that they knew your class schedule even though they'd been off.

"Mr. Barnes and Rogers both cancelled their lectures today.," you winked., "Plus, I have a few unused sick days, but luckily we're good."

"This is nice of you Y/N/N, but.," you cut her off again., "Oh, I know it is.," the both of them softly glared at you., "There's no way you two aren't having another one of your magical Valentine's Day dates, so stop debating me, tell me where the stroller is and say thank you."

Natasha and Wanda shared a moment of quiet deliberation as you bounced the fussy babies, no words were spoken, but a heavy sigh lent to you knowing that they decided on something. The two of them got off the couch, then slowly but surely they stalked their way over to you., "You win Y/N.," you beamed at the phrase.

"Thank you!," you squealed, and they simply giggled., "I thought we were supposed to thank you.," you shrugged., "Yeah, I just got excited."

Natasha smirked at her wife, and you knew from years of torment that it meant bad news. Natasha leaned in first, placing a kiss to the boys temples, then Wanda followed behind her, it was innocent enough. Until their eyes were zoned in on you., "Thank you kotenok.," you gasped at the feel of their plump lips on your cheeks, and you willed for the heat rising to dissipate before the teasing only intensified.

Natasha left to the garage to collect the stroller while Wanda hung back to talk to you a bit. She'd asked you how the guy in her place was doing, then she chuckled when you grimaced. Then after catching up on all things Y/N, one of her favorite pastimes actually, she began to go over the twin's prospective schedule with you, she showed you her abundant stash of milk, along with their nursery and essentials.

"Alright, so, I have one more surprise.," you announced while halfway out of the door., "These are vouchers for the salon up the road, an hour long all over body massage is right within your grasps loves.," you slipped the paper into a shocked Natasha's parted hand., "Oh, and you two have a dinner reservation for 5:30pm at Locanda Verde under Maximoff."

Wanda and Natasha watched you leave in a fit of shock., "Can we keep her?," Nat whispered, and her wife softly chuckled., "I sure hope so."

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After a few hours in which the women spent napping peacefully, they set off to partake in the salon experience after taking a rather steamy shower to clean themselves up first. Apparently the shared intimate moment was just what the worn down mothers needed, and they entered the car in a fit of relieved giggles.

Wanda smiled down at her phone, she awed out loud, and showed her wife the photo you sent once they came to a stop at a red light. Tommy was clearly excited, his pink gums were prominent as the boy grinned at you, and next to him on your blanket was a sleeping Billy.

"How does she do that?," Natasha groaned, the jealousy rolling off her in waves., "Y/N's got a peaceful aura Nat, how many times have you and I calmed down just by seeing her smile?," and as if proving her point, Natasha smiles at the distant memories of you in her classroom.

"Plus, she's right, we're stressed out and that can't be helping the boys with their regulating."

Natasha hummed thoughtfully as she put the car in park., "Then I guess it's a good thing we're going to have our stressors melted away."

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After awhile sat at the park you felt a chill picking up in the air, the fading of Winter into Spring was well underway, but the sun wasn't doing its job of keeping you warm. Knowing that you were cold, it was expected that the babies were colder, so you placed their sleeping forms into the stroller, cautiously covering them so they were warm, but not smothered.

The walk back to your neighborhood was long, as you took a few detours to run some errands. You stopped at the grocery store for snacks, then you picked up a few toys, and outfits for the infants because you couldn't help yourself. Tommy and Billy began to stir as you neared the house, and they pouted at the sight of you.

All you could do was offer the groggy babies a soft smile, Tommy accepted it, but Billy was a bit more wary and began to cry. They weren't all that used to others, and after a nap it was as if they forgot you altogether. Just like earlier though, as soon as you picked them up they settled, you felt a sense of relief wash over you.

After giving them their warmed bottles of their mothers milk you burped them, then after a few diaper changes you settled them onto their bellies, and snapped a photo for their moms. Sending it off you chuckled at the instant 'read' that flashed at the bottom of the screen, and then you reminded them to have fun before you moved to the kitchen to fix yourself lunch.

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The women left the salon in a daze, everything they'd been holding onto melted away, and all they had to thank for that was you. Their sweet, sweet Y/N, the neighbor that caught their eye instantly, but before they could pounce they found you were enrolled in their university's undergrad program, and now you were in the master program of Wanda's department.

There'd been so many times over the years that they nearly gave in, especially when it was clear how much you wanted it too, but for the sake of your education remaining secure they held off. Now that you're graduating this semester, and no longer under either of their tutelage, they seemed to realize all at once the opportunity that they were presented with today.

"Nat.," the redhead met her wife's lusty gaze with an intrigued one of her own as she sipped the expensive wine from her flute., "Yes?"

"How are we going to thank Y/N?," she asked innocently, but the underlying idea wasn't too hard for the redhead to decipher., "Well, I say we bring her back some dinner.," she paused to down the rest of her wine., "Then I say we stop dancing around the tension, let's capitalize on the moment instead, and rail her senseless."

Wanda whimpered against her glass at the sinful thought, her body instantly warmed as the thought induced a painful arousal to hit. Natasha never was one to care about remaining coy in public, and the slick now coating her wife's thighs gave way to the effect she had on her in her buzzed state., "I-I need her Nat."

"Me too.," the redhead breathed out affectedly, the thought of you clenching around her cock more than enough to leave her feeling dizzy., "Shall we get some to-go boxes?," she asked while reaching under the table to rearrange her pants fabric so her bulge was less noticeable. Wanda answered her by waving the waiter down, and asking for your dinner to go, another bottle of wine, and for a few boxes.

"Happy Valentine's Day moya lyubov'.," the brunette said with a sweet smile while she raised her glass to clink with her wife's. Natasha smiled back, appreciating the lines that adorned her lover's face that showed her of a happy life well lived., "Happy Valentine's Day detka.," she clinked their glasses, and they settled back in their seats to the thought of you.

Happy Valentine's Day to them indeed...

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Wanda entered the house with a pained groan, pulling your attention up from your laptop, and just as she'd hoped you sauntered over to her., "Wanda, what's wrong?," she nearly lost her momentum when you cupped her cheeks, but the buzz in her head kept her motivated., "Mommy needs you Y/N.," your hand fell from her face and you stumbled back a bit.

"Wanda, I-I'm not sure what's happening.," your heart was stammering in your chest at the idea of being with them, but you weren't sure if you could trust the moment., "Honey, you said you were here to help us, right?," you nodded rather dumbly, causing the brunette to smirk wickedly., "Then come here baby, and help."

Wanda slowly guided your hands to the hem of her shirt, and it was up close that you noticed the prominent wet patches over her breasts., "Mommy's breasts are so full baby, but I can't pump or it'll go to waste.," she pouted., "We don't want that, do we?," you shook your head with a sweet smile that she easily matched.

With her hands over yours she pressed you to lift her shirt, and as you slowly complied you felt your stomach flip at the sight of her breasts spilling over her bra. Lost in a trance you were not ready for the next moment when the bra hit the floor., "Think you can help mommy baby?"

Flecks of a murky white pebbled over her nipples, the woman watched intently as you unconsciously licked your lips., "Well?," you shyly smiled at her, and nodded your head., "I'll help you, whatever you need mommy.," she moaned when you tentatively groped her, and sealed your fate for the night of your life.

Wanda yanked you into her by the collar of your shirt, her plump lips hungrily attached to yours as she spun your bodies around and fell backwards onto the couch with you following. Though her breasts ached with the pressure of her supply she couldn't resist kissing you, the feel of you against her just felt too right, it was like you were perfectly made for this role.

"Wow.," Natasha breathed, the sight of you and her wife making out so desperately nearly had her busting in her boxers., "I told you to wait for me Wanda.," the tension you felt at being caught in a messy situation faded instantly as she trailed a hand down from your neck to your backside where she roughly groped the thinly covered flesh and smirked triumphantly when you moaned into her lovers parted mouth.

Wanda was growing needier by the second, her panties were beyond ruined and her nipples were leaking of their own accord, so with a hand in your hair she was moving you down., "Go on baby, drink mommy's special milk.," she panted in anticipation and you gulped down your nerves and experimentally licked up a drop, moaning at the semi bitter taste of her.

"Hold on honey.," Natasha gently caressed your cheek, twisting your head to face hers as she happily stole a kiss from your swollen lips., "Let daddy show you how mommy likes it.,"

Natasha moved over Wanda's other breast, slipping her tongue out she slowly swirled around the sensitive nub a few times, then she flattened the tip of her tongue out beneath the nipple, and began to suckle, Wanda's body arched into yours as Natasha's cheeks hollowed to get the milk to really start flowing, then she let the nipple go much to Wanda's dismay.

Natasha pulled you in for a sloppy kiss by the nape of your neck, giving you a taste of what's to come. The kiss wasn't sweet this time, she swirled her tongue around yours tauntingly, she had you panting within mere seconds. It was rather embarrassing how quickly these two were able to have you desperate for them, but it was far better than the quiet, obvious pining.

When Wanda whined she reluctantly pulled away with your bottom lip caught between her teeth, nibbling it ever so slightly to gauge your reaction. A smirk painted her features as a mix between a moan and a whimper left your lips., "Drink up baby, make mommy feel good, and then afterwards daddy will return the favor."

A playful wink was sent your way before she was standing upright again, her hands quickly fumbled to remove her belt, then her pants. Finally relieving her pulsating member from the harsh pressure of her slacks., "Oh shit...," she groaned at the sight of you working her wife up so well. Sounds of Wanda's moans and your slurping left her gently stroking herself with the same sentiment of a needed release.

"Open up .," Natasha husked, her fingers drumming across her wife's cheek, and as Wanda slowly opened her eyes she was met with Natasha's rock hard cock. Her whimpers of pleasure morphed into a moan, the idea of sucking her off while you drained her as well turned her on even further., "Milk daddy for all she has detka.," Natasha's tip tapped against her plump lips, and the cue was easily taken.

Wanda anchored a hand in your hair, while her other gripped onto Natasha's muscular thigh. Tears of pleasure slipped over her temples, matting her hair to her face as she allowed Nat to tenderly fuck her throat, the redhead was feeling sentimental, so she tempered her urge to destroy the brunette like she usually does.

The longer you suckled the more addicted you became to her ever flowing milk, it seemed like it was becoming sweeter, and you truly couldn't get enough of it. Add onto that the sounds of Wanda's obvious approval and you found your thighs clenching, "You're doing so well for your mommy, I can feel her every single whimper.," Natasha groaned as her finger tenderly stroked over your hollowed cheek, and you mewled at the praise combined with the gentle caressing.

An angry whine left you when the breast you were suckling ran dry., "It's okay little dove.," Natasha breathily shushed you, and Wanda guided your dizzy head over to her other breast that was aching just as bad as her jaw was.

Everything happened in a perfect sequence really, your leg had shifted between Wanda's when she guided you to her breast, giving her the perfect surface for the needed friction for her to rut against and reach her state of bliss. Natasha was close too, the buildup was slow, but the more Wanda's moans resounded around her shaft the tighter the coil wound.

"Oh fuck.," Natasha screamed as her hips stuttered, and all at once her release shot down Wanda's throat, Nat pulling back just to give her lover a bit of a facial., “Fucking hell detka, you look so hot with my load on your face.”

Wanda was gasping for air as she’d not only been deprived of the glory that is oxygen, but she’d also climaxed hard while suffocating., “Look at mommy baby, we did that to her.,” Natasha tapped the back of your head softly, you slowly unlatched from Wanda’s sore nub with a loud pop, and a messy slurp that had dribbles of your sweet treat trailing over Wanda’s collarbone. Looking up you saw the beauty that was Wanda Romanoff-Maximoff.

Her skin was flushed, with a sheen layer of sweat upon her skin, mouth wide open as she desperately tried to breathe. It was only as you slowly came out of your milk drunk haze that you feel her rutting against your black jeans. Slowly you crawled higher and without any hesitation you cleaned Natasha’s cum off of her face, moaning pleasurably at the taste of her.

“Wow.,” you were awestruck, this was what you’d always fantasized about, but you never actually thought you’d get to see., “Yeah.,” Natasha chuckled., “That was all us baby.,” you met her devious smirk with a dopey smile that had Natasha craving to hold you intimately.

"It's okay little dove.," Natasha coo'd, pulling you off her wife, who's body was still trembling with the after effects of her intense orgasm., "You did such a good job.," Natasha beamed at the sight of your dizzy state, then she leaned in to kiss you hotly., "Daddy's going to take such good care of you, but first we need to take this party upstairs, then I'll rail you senseless."

Your body tensed at the brash promise made., "Please, I need you so badly professor.," you whimpered against her lips, and she felt her semi-soft cock harden in between your bodies. She’d been called that many times in the last five years, but it never affected her until you said it so innocently during one of her Russian Lit seminars. When you, their sweet little neighbor uttered it, she nearly buckled at the knees; it filled her mind with vivid imagery.

The idea of fucking you in a short skirt from behind while marking up quizzes on your back. With her red marker she’d paint an A+ on a certain student’s work, it was her scarlet letter fantasy. Sometimes she’d imagine you on your knees for her, begging her to let you suck her cock, her debt inducing title slipping the more desperate you got to feel her down your throat. To right now, where she imagines fucking you so incredibly well, until you have no choice but to just pass out. She’s never been more needy.

“Oh baby.,” her lips pressed against your cheek.. “You’re such a pretty little whore for your professor’s cock.,” she slowly guided your hand down., “Aren’t you?,” a gasp left your parted lips upon feeling her throbbing against the pads of your fingers., “Yes, I-I am professor, can’t wait to be all filled with you.”

Natasha growled, your words and moan worthy grope of her shaft combined almost enough to have her take you now without a lick of mercy., “Go to the room, and sit pretty for me baby.,” she pulled you in for a rough parting kiss, biting down on your lip hard enough to draw blood., “We’re right behind you.,” her hand slapped your ass as you turned around, you moaned embarrassingly, and she chuckled.

“Did you see that detka?,” she softly whispered as she lifted her wife up off the couch., “She’s ours now, our little dove, no one else’s again.,” Wanda smiled up at her in a mix of blisses., “Nash malen'kiy golub'.,” she giggled in a hush, and Natasha pecked her lips amusedly., “Da.”

Upon entering the room she grinned at the sight of you with your hands on your knees as you kneeled with a smile and devious glint., “Good active listening skills Miss. Y/L/N.,” she greeted in her familiar professional tone, and she watched your innocent façade crumble as you gripped your knees and clenched your thighs., “Let’s see how you listen now.”

Natasha laid Wanda down besides you with care, her head landing softly on the pillows., “Professor Maximoff is a bit messy, and well it’s all your fault.,” she taunted from behind, her arm wrapping around you, and her hand softly clinging to your throat causing you to gasp harshly., “You’re going to clean her all up now baby, and as you do I’m going to fuck you from behind, hard and fast like a whore likes.”

“Do I make myself clear?,” she now gritted against the shell of your ear., “Yes Professor.”

Her hand slid back around, splaying flat against the nape of your neck as she’s swiftly pushing your face down into her wife’s slick covered pussy., “Get to work!,” you dove right on in excited for this golden opportunity. Licking slow, long strips seemed to work for her, she slowly met your tongues movement, and as she did you began to pick up the pace, and she followed in tandem with you.

Natasha watched your hole in awe, clenching spastically around nothing as you clearly found yourself growing far needier the more you pleasured the actual goddess lying underneath your lips. It was quite the sight to see, and it made her just as desperate to feel them doing that around her; wet and warm., “Oh fuck.,” she moaned in a broken voice as she slid into you, there wasn’t any resistance with how wet you were, but she felt your walls fluttering as they worked to accommodate the new stretch.

The room was a chorus of choppy, muffled sounds as the three of your bodies moved as one. Natasha pounded into you, her hands gripping your hips loosely, and as your body lurched forward, Wanda’s would move against it, and the rhythm never faltered on either end, the wives in sync as they wrecked you wholly.

After Wanda’s release flooded your mouth, you were able to focus solely on Natasha as the aforementioned sunk into the mattress with labored breaths., “Professor, please, more!”

Natasha faltered at the sound of your croaky voice., “Beg for it baby, what do you want?,” an arm wrapped around your waist and pulled your back against her front, she held you up effortlessly while continuing to fuck up into you., “I-I.,” you broke off into a moan when she began to suck a mark against your throat.

“Go on.,” she mumbled, continuing to mark the exposed skin as you panted heavily., “Wanna be full Professor, want you to fuck your cum into me, I don’t want you to stop either until it’s dripping down my thighs, please.,” her member throbbed, pulsing against your walls as your words held a heavy effect on her.

Wanda and Natasha locked eyes for a brief moment in time, your desperate request was nothing to take lightly, but with a set of smiles they were quick to give in to you. They knew you were on birth control anyways, so it’s not likely you’d get pregnant, but the main thought was that they wouldn’t care either way.

So you screamed as the redhead didn’t relent her pace, and you were encroaching unable to breathe as Wanda shimmied down, and began to play with your bundle of neglected nerves., “Fuck, you’re just so hot.,” Wanda began to mark your abdomen and fondled your breasts, making your body tremble even harder.

“I-I’m.,” you stuttered, tears now streaming down your cheeks as the pit nears painful, and without needing to finish your sentence the redhead gives you what you need., “Let go for us now Miss Y/L/N, be our most prized pupil,” and with a steadying hand now wrapped tightly around your throat you came hard, your slick gushing down and spraying out onto the sheets and landing all over an astonished Wanda.

Natasha groaned, of course you squirted, you always were an over achiever. Her hips rutted against your cunts clenching walls, hitting so deeply into you that you were already on the edge again., “I’m cumming baby, I’m going to paint your walls with my essence.,” hot spurts of white were released in you instantaneously, and you therefore writhed in her strong hold as another wave of blinding pleasure worked to consume your entire body whole.

Wanda watched the way her wife continued to thrust into you shallowly, every thrust pushing a mix of your releases back into you, and it was a sight she was trying to paint to her memory. Watching affectedly as you gasped for air with every one as she lazily circled your clit until you whined for her to stop, it was all too much, you were truly fucked out, and undeniably pliant., “Such a precious thing, our little dove.”

“All yours.,” you confirmed, and they smiled.

Natasha placed firm kisses to your shoulder after pulling out of you, with a smooth swivel of your body her lips found yours for a sweet kiss. Wanda’s essence transferring to her as she slid her tongue over yours in a quick circle, then she pulled away and pulled you into a soothing embrace, rocking you momentarily, and soaking the moment in before she had to begin heading into the oh so necessary after care.

Natasha gently laid you down in her wife’s awaiting arms., “I love you guys.,” they both shared an emotional smile, then Wanda pulled you tightly into her., “We love you too baby.,” her lips found yours briefly before she was adjusting the both of you to be laying down., “So very much.,” Nat added with a kiss to your forehead, and you sighed rather dreamily.

Natasha left you two cuddled up in the bed, making her way downstairs she whipped up a few sandwiches and collected waters for all. After ensuring the both of you were full in all ways, she wandered into the en suite and brought out all she needed. While she was gently wiping at Wanda’s sensitive folds, you were using another wipe to clean her face.

Natasha saw the look in your eyes, and her heart soared when she saw the true love, this wouldn’t end here, it will be something eternal. Only to be double confirmed when your eyes met hers and you never lost the loving glint., “What?,” you shyly asked and she smiled teasingly., “You’re just really beautiful Y/N.”

“Natty.,” you whined, hands flying up to your face to hide your silly smile, and she only laughed harder., “Don’t hide from me now.,” her hands gripped yours, separating them just enough to lean in and kiss you a few times., “Now get some rest, your day was long.,” you smiled, gently nodding before snuggling further into the exhausted woman’s hold.

Wanda held you tightly in her arms as she faded off to sleep. Her tummy, heart, and Y/N meter full up for the night. Natasha was just about to settle down besides you when the baby monitor went off., “I’ll get it.,” you tried to offer, but Wanda’s grip tightened., “net, moy.,” she softly growled in her sleep, and Natasha pressed you back down with a smirk., “Rest little dove, you’ve done more than enough.” (No, mine)

Natasha left the room with a final kiss to your snoring lips, and a wide, accomplished smile on her swollen pair. They finally have every last thing they could ever need, and there was no way they would ever let you go. Not when they loved you for far too long in the forced dark. And especially not when you find out a month later that your implant had been expired…

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[rebeltombraider]

One-Shot: Gripped by the Plague

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x Reader (she/her) x Wanda Maximoff Rating: T for very mild language Summary: Y/N is sick after the final battle of Endgame, so Natasha and Wanda step in to take care of her. Warnings: I don't think there are any, honestly. Main Changes to Canon: Natasha and Tony are alive and Vision is alive though not with Wanda. Also, some mild surprises towards the end <3 Second ever one-shot, and this was written for @natsarrownecklacx ! Hope being sick doesn't last long, because it sounds painful :( (gifs found on Google, I honestly don't know how to find them elsewhere yet, or how to find where they're exactly from... sry :( )

------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Deep, body-ache induced coughing echoed harshly through your area of the Compound, sending your migraine to new heights and worrying two of the three women outside your bedroom door. 

“She sounds and feels like hell, but she's already over the worst of it. I recommend continued bed rest. Keep her hydrated, and when her stomach can take it, have her try to eat things like chicken soup. A recent study even showed dark chocolate can help inflammation from a cold, too.” 

Wanda nodded rapidly in understanding to Helen Cho, her accent slipping through in her worry, “Of course! Is there anything else that can be done? I’ve never seen her this sick before.” 

“Keep her from covering up too much. Sweating out the fever is a myth.” Natasha turned her gaze from your exhausted form on the bed and looked towards the others, “It may feel uncomfortable for her, but she needs to stay cool.” 

Helen nodded in agreement, then turned and left to go check on her other patients in the infirmary, trusting Wanda and Natasha with your care as she still had a few remaining patients from the final battle against Thanos and his army. 

Natasha sighed deeply with worry she had been trying to fight off and looked to Wanda, “Go grab a few bottles of water... I’ll deal with fighting that cocoon of blankets away from her.” She walked inside with a wince at the mere thought of distressing you, but it had to be done. 

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Miserable. That was the feeling when your coughs kept you awake between bouts of terrible sleep. If it wasn’t the nauseous feeling in your gut, it was the pounding migraine that beat like a war drum when any light flicked into the room from the swaying blackout curtains. Something pulled the blankets away from your death grip on them, and the chilly breeze that hit felt startlingly soothing. 

“Malyshka,” a familiar voice muttered quietly, trying not to worsen your migraine, “we need to cool you down. Wanda will be here soon with some water.” Fingers gently ran through your hair, while a second hand carefully ran up and down your back in soothing motions. 

You are able to push yourself up a few inches by your arms, not enough to dislodge her soothing touch, but enough to force yourself to lift your head somewhat, “Nat?” 

The pained whine mixing in with your croaking voice tugged at her heartstrings. 

“I’m here, Y/N.” Natasha cooed, pausing when the door to the room was pushed open by Wanda who had arrived with an armful of bottles of water, “And Wanda’s here too. Let’s get a few sips into you, detka, before you lay back down.” 

Wanda’s eyes flared with red as she settles her panic from earlier, seeing you moving somewhat, and uses her powers to float the dozen water bottles down on the top of your desk, bringing one over with her, “Here, dorogoy...” She opens the bottle and carefully tips it towards your mouth, coaxing you to sip slowly at it, “there you go.” 

“Thank you.” You’re barely able to say once the bottle was pulled away, “Sorry about,” a harsh cough cut you off for a moment, “this. Have I caught the plague? It feels miserable.” 

“No, Y/N no, it’s not your fault. You’re still recovering from the battle and the flu kicked up again, that isn’t your fault.” Natasha muttered, leaning forward to press her forehead against yours, coaxing you to lay back down completely before leaning back just enough to move into a comfortable position to lay down next to you.  

Wanda swiftly did the same behind you and took over running one of her hands through your hair since Natasha moved her own hands to gently run her index and middle fingers over your temple in an attempt to soothe your migraine, “Exactly. You’ve taken care of us when we were sick, please let us take care of you.” 

Sniffling from congestion, you nod and groan out, “Okay.” 

With that, the three of you settled down on the bed, you for a nap, and Wanda and Natasha to keep watch over you. A red tint from Wanda’s powers was soon the only light left, via her using them to shut your bedroom door to keep out the hallway lighting, before darkness fully engulfed the room. 

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Sleep was still rough but came much easier with your caring protectors watching over you. They couldn’t protect you from getting sick, but they would do all they could to help you fight it off and make it as painless as possible. 

After all, that’s what you always did and always would do for them, before and after the handfasting that bonded the three of you together. Now they felt it was their turn, and it was no hardship for either one of them with the love they shared with you. 

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No one else in the building questioned some of the other Avengers’ protective hovering between the rest of the compound and the room that held the three of you. 

Yelena firing a death stare at anyone approaching that section of the building with Kate puffing up slight behind and to her left to show solidarity? Understandable, she lost her older sister for a time and she had come to care for Y/N and Wanda like family, so that protective feeling expanded. 

Clint narrowing his eyes at others like he’s ready to fill them with arrows? He lost his best friend on Vormir, only for her to return unexpectedly during the snap that brought everyone back. He had also become friends with Wanda and somewhat of an older brother to Y/N. 

All three at the same time? One unlucky soul said it was like feeling Death itself staring you down. Yeah... people who weren’t doctors avoided that area after that. 

[fandomnerd9602]

Can you do a sub Wanda Maximoff x Male Werewolf Reader x sub Natasha Romanoff pls?

Wanda: detka come to bed please

Y/N continues howling at the moon…

Natasha: we promise we’ll give you a different reason to howl tonight

Y/N’s ears perk and then runs into the bedroom.

Wanda: works every time

Natasha: now comes the fun

[l0velysmut]

family: “why are you just sitting in ur room smiling at ur phone?”

me who’s been reading smut about fictional characters for the past 6 hours:

[flow33didontsmoke]

when y/n does something so bad/embarrassing you have to facepalm and close your eyes for a minute

[natti-ice]

every time i remember my favorite person isn’t real

[jpmarvel90]

Don't belong Part 3 is out soon!!

Hello! I know I've been really shit and I've not posted a part 3 to Don't Belong in months! I have finally had the insipriation to continue with the story and have the next part finished. I'm just proof reading it and hope that I'll post it either later today or tomorrow!

Sorry it's taken me so long! Hopefully you'll all like it. I know some of you may not like the direction I take the story, but I hope you can still enjoy it.

Here are the links to the first two parts if you need to read up to remember the storyline!

Part 1 Part 2

[iialethi]

[moonxnite]

Yeah my life might be complicated but at least me and [fictional character] are living our best lives right now.

[witchesverse]

ouija board. (kinktober)

pairing: demon!wandanat x fem!reader

summary: after playing with an ouija board and forgetting to say goodbye, you let two horny demons into the world of living.

content: noncon, slight daddy kink, pussy eating, fingering, summoning demons with an ouija board, possibility scary descriptions of the demons ??, dom!wandanat, sub!reader implying kidnapping.

masterlist

You laughed as Kate, with a big grin, revealed the hidden Oujia board and candles from her backpack. You sat across from each other and she placed the board and candles in the middle.

"You cannot be serious, Kate." You said with a laugh.

"I was promised by the guy that we can actually summon things!" She explained for what felt like the millionth time.

You sighed, "Fine."

The candles were lit around the board and you both had your fingers on the pointer. You didn't believe in supernatural things, but Kate was obsessed with them. Ouija boards were a joke.

"Okay, ask now."

You wanted to argue that this wasn't real, but Kate looked so excited and you couldn't ruin that.

"How many spirits are here?"

There was nothing for a few moments, then, the pointer moved to the numbers.

2.

"Kate, you so just moved that."

"I swear I didn't!" She whined, "Ask again."

You rolled your eyes, not believing her.

"Who is here?"

It moved again.

D. A. D. D. Y.

"Daddy?" You laughed, "This spirit is a freak."

Kate urged you to continue asking.

"Where are you?"

B. E. H. I. N. D. Y. O. U.

You felt a chill run down your spine and glanced over your shoulder, seeing nothing. You cleared your throat and prepared to ask another question but Kate's phone rang.

"Shit. It's my mom, she knows I snuck out." Kate declined the call and stood, "I'll see you next weekend?"

You nodded, "Yeah, see you then."

At 3AM, you woke to the sound of your phone pinging with notifications.

katie <3: fuck. y/n did you say goodbye to the ouija board?

you: no?

katie <3: fuck fuck. dude, ur meant to say goodbye so you can close the door and stop spirits from entering the world of living.

you: sure kate. goodnight.

You switched your phone off and rolled over, wanting to get some sleep. In the corner of your eye, you noticed something in the corner of your room. It looked to be some type of human figure but deformed in a way you couldn't describe. Your window and door were closed, yet you felt a gush of cold air flow over you and shivered.

Your heart began to pound and your skin crawled with discomfort.

Another figure appeared in the corner of your room.

Kate is playing a stupid prank on me.

You sat up and reached for your light switch but your wrist was grabbed and long, cold fingers wrapped around your throat, squeezing slightly.

Your eyes widened and a whimper left your throat.

Minus the large horns, razor-sharp teeth, skin that appeared to be shattered, freezing cold skin, and dark black blood oozing from the body; it looked human.

"What the fuck are you?" You screamed.

The creature attempted to smile. It looked unnatural and made you feel sick to the stomach.

"Shouldn't have left the door open. You let daddy right in" It, no she, spat.

Your eyes widened. Kate wasn't joking about the Ouija board and leaving the door open. You had let two spirits into your home.

"I'm sorry, I didn't-"

"God, do mortals ever shut up?" Another female voice spoke with a thicker accent.

The hands around your throat were removed, and the new spirit caressed your face with the back of her hand. She looked similar to the other spirit.

"What are you?" You questioned, voice shaking.

"Demons, sweetheart." She swiftly replied "Hurry up, Natasha. I don't want to be here much longer."

Natasha, the first demon, ripped your blanket off your body. You cried out as she did the same to your clothes. You tried to crawl away from Natasha but she grabbed onto your hips and pinned you down.

"Go on, Wanda." Her tone was teasing "I know you want and miss it."

Wanda barred her teeth at Natasha, making your heart drop. It was a terrifying sight.

You tried to fight Natasha's hold, but she easily overpowered you and manhandled you until you were lying on your back and bare. She wrapped her arms around your thighs to keep them open and settled between them.

"Fuck you." Wanda hissed, sending Natasha a glare.

Natasha snarled and dug her fingernails into your thigh, making you whimper. You didn't understand their feud, but it seemed somewhat playful.

Your heart nearly leapt out of your chest as she squeezed your cheeks, forcing your tongue out and sat on your face. She rocked her hips back and forth, sighing in contentment as the pleasure spread across her body.

"That's it, baby," Natasha muttered, watching Wanda intently.

It was strange, but you didn't want to fight back. Your clit was throbbing and your skin felt hot. Your brain felt hazy and you struggled to form a thought that wasn't about pleasure.

You wrapped your arms around Wanda's thighs and pulled her closer. You alternated between lapping at her dripping cunt and sucking her clit.

Natasha slipped two fingers inside of you and kitten-licked at your clit. Her fingers felt like they were made for your pussy. Your walls clenched around her and you mewed loudly.

Wanda groaned and panted above you. Her slick was dripping down your chin to your neck. The taste of her was addictive.

"I'm gonna cum." Your words were muffled by Wanda, but the demons heard you. "Please, can I cum?"

"Oh, this one has manners, Natty." Wanda laughed above you. Her laughter was strained and whiney.

"Hold it." Natasha snapped.

You whined loudly, wanting to fight Natasha on her decision, but you felt like that would do more harm than good.

Wanda grabbed at your hair and pulled you further into her cunt. Her hips stopped grinding against your face and you moaned as spurts of liquid hit your face.

Your orgasm quickly followed.

You found yourself in Wanda's arms when you came down from your high. She caressed your face with the back of her hand with that sick, inhumane smile.

"I think we're gonna keep you."