#alexei shostakov x reader

[umnitsa]

He could not avoid it, he was just way too big. Too tall, his legs too long. Every time Alexei sat, his knees drifted apart as he relaxed, his thick thighs spreading slowly.

He always tried to control his body when he sat by your side, but he always ended up taking all the space, squishing you between him and something.

You rolled your eyes, chuckling, as his thigh pressed against yours, all his attention on the tv. Biting your lower lip, you slid your hand gently along his thigh.

Alexei rumbled, distracted. He scooted forward, spreading his legs more. You hummed, looking at his bulge, your hand sliding up and down his thigh ever so lightly.

You watched as his breathing changed; he blinked slowly, his eyes half lidded. Alexei licked his own lips, distractedly.

"You are playing with fire, little girl." He finally said, his voice menacingly low. You gasped softly; he always looked bigger when he was that serious. He looked at you from the corner of his eye, then your hand. You squeezed his thigh lovingly and he grunted, directing his eyes to the tv. "Do not tempt me."

"I can't help." You chuckle, sliding your hand up his thigh, then sliding forward, over his cock. You sighed, as you felt him getting harder. "You always sit like you're offering yourself."

Alexei looks at you from the corner of his eye, smirking, and grabs your hand. His grip is tight, perfectly squeezing your hand immobile. He presses your hand against his thigh and scoots even more forward. He hooks his thumb on his sweatpants waistband and with one smooth movement he pulled it down, tucking it behind his balls.

His cock smacked heavily against the back of his hand. You moaned lightly, eyes completely focused on it. Thick, veiny, heavy, his cock twitched and pulsed as it hardened. You licked your lips, mouth watering.

Smiling brightly, he held his cock with his free hand. You whined, a needy desperate sound.

"Patience." He growled, watching every single one of your reactions. You whimpered, nodding, relaxing your hands against him. Alexei smiled, enjoying the teasing; his hand moved around his cock, lazily. "After the show, hm?"

[wayward-persephone]

Alexei showing you all his tattoos but he gets so worked up over you touching his skin in awe that he gets hard and you’re sitting there oblivious because you’re sweet and innocent and have been trying to hide your crush on him but he’s sitting there thinking about the first position he wants to bend you into

Okay but YES

Our dear sweet HIMBO wouldn't be able to resist long 😩

Feeling your soft hands on his skin, admiring him when he's been nothing but ridiculed for years, and having you wanting him so earnestly sends his bruised ego through the roof.

He would gradually guide your hands lower and lower, explaining each tattoo and what they mean as you look on in wonderment, and before you know it your hands are in his pants and he's looking at you in mock surprise.

"How did that happen? Might as well continue, yes?"

[call-me-little-sunshine84]

Seeing Red (Alexei Shostakov/Red Guardian x f!reader)

Characters: Alexei Shostakov/Red Guardian x F! Reader

Rating: Explicit, MINORS DNI

Words: 1.5k, also posted on AO3

Summary: A late night visit from Alexei makes your emotions (and hormones) run wild

Warnings: SMUT (and some fluff), unprotected sex, oral sex (f & m receiving), somewhat established relationship

A/N: I had some wild thoughts after watching Black Widow and wanted to write this. I couldn't find a lot of Alexei smut, hopefully I did his character justice.

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You had just gotten home from a long, terrible day at work. You were getting ready to take a shower and relax when you heard a knock at the front door. Who in the world would be here this late you thought to yourself as you made your way to look out the peephole. When you saw the man on the other side of the door, you temporarily forgot how to breathe. 

  Alexei Shostakov. You hadn’t seen him in almost a year. Honestly, you hadn’t even known if he was still alive. He wasn’t exactly the best at keeping in touch. Your relationship could only be described as complicated, to say the least. You never knew what to think. Were you friends, fuck buddies, or something more? He would drop by when he was in town, you had fun together, then he was gone. No matter how hard you tried not to, you had developed feelings for him. Sometimes late at night when you were alone and deep inside your own head you thought you might love him. Wasn’t that ridiculous though? It would never work, not with the kind of chaotic life he led. You craved routine and stability, things he could never give you. That didn’t stop you from missing him, from touching yourself to thoughts of his large body pounding into yours, giving you ecstasy like no other man ever had. 

  “Hello my pet,” he said with a small wave. You opened the door quickly, pulling him inside. “Alexei, get the hell in the house before someone sees you!” you tell him. The last you knew, he was a wanted man, having been broken out of prison by Natasha and Yelena. “Okay, okay,” he said, closing the door with a boom. You step back to get a good look at him. “What in the world is going on?” you asked. “I haven’t even heard from you in a year,” you said, punching him on the arm. He chuckled. “I need to lay low for a day or two, and I wanted to see my favorite girl,” he replied, his accent thick. He knew exactly how you felt about that accent and he loved to use it to drive you wild. 

  This man you thought, shaking your head at him. He knew you wouldn’t refuse him, especially if it meant that you would get to spend time in bed with him, which was where you always ended up. You felt your anger subsiding, all the stress of wondering if he was okay leaving you in a rush. There wasn’t time for that now, you thought. You hugged him, his large torso wrapping around you. His sheer size always made you feel safe. You met his eyes, and you could feel the tears welling up. “Don’t be sad, my love. I’m fine,” he told you, and he reached down to kiss you. It started out gently and sweetly. It wasn’t long, though, before it turned into something else. Your tongue slipped into his mouth, and he sighed with delight. “Ah, darling,” he groaned when you pulled apart. “I have missed you terribly.” 

  You trembled at his words, your body tingling in anticipation of what you knew was coming. You pulled him toward your bedroom. You stopped just inside the doorway to your room, shoving him against the wall. “Are we playing rough this time?” he asked, cocking an eyebrow questioningly. You laughed and pulled his shirt over his head. You drew in a breath at the sight of him. He had added a few tattoos since the last time you had seen him. He knew how sexy you found all the artwork adorning his body. Your fingers traced over the lines of the newly added designs, your heart stopping when you saw the one on the left side of his chest. Your name, right over his heart. 

  “Alexei!” you gasped, unable to hide your surprise and delight. “This way, no matter how long we are apart, you are always with me,” he replied with a blazing smile. You threw your arms around him, kissing him passionately. Unable to wait any longer, you reached down to unzip his pants, leaving him in just his boxers. The sight of him practically naked made your insides clench, and you could feel the slickness in your panties already. He always had that effect on you. He knew it, too. 

  “This seems a little one sided, no?” he asked, grabbing your shirt and pulling it over your head. Your shorts soon followed, and he led you back against the bed, pushing you down onto it. “Let me make up for lost time,” he told you. His mouth found yours again, and this time he didn’t take it easy. He kissed you like a starved man, like you were the best thing he had ever encountered. His mouth moved down your body, his tongue marking a trail to your breasts. He ripped your bra off of you and began alternating between licking and biting your nipples. You arched your back, groaning in pleasure. He moved lower, working his mouth down your stomach toward your center. The feeling of his beard on your skin as he began kissing his way up the insides of your thighs made you wet with anticipation. He reached up and grabbed the waistband of your panties with his teeth and began dragging them off your body. You bucked your cunt toward his face, and he laughed. “Patience, little one,” he said, tossing your underwear behind him. You thought your body would explode. 

  “Alexei, please!” you yelled, and your eyes rolled back in your head when he took his thick tongue and began licking stripes up your aching pussy, his mouth settling on your clit and sucking relentlessly. He knew by now exactly how to work your body, how you needed and wanted to be touched. You yelled his name, and he growled in response, the sound vibrating against your core. It was enough to snap the tension that had been quickly building inside you, sending your orgasm crashing over you in waves. Your legs tightened around him as you rode out your high. “That’s my girl,” he said, leaning back with a cocky smile, his beard glistening. 

  You couldn’t take it anymore, you had to have him. You reached over and pulled his boxers off, seeing him in all his glory. His eager dick sprang out, and you leaned over, excited to please him. You had to pace yourself, his penis size matched the rest of his large body, and it was all you could do to take him. His hand rested gently on the back of your head, fingers twisting in your hair, and he groaned with pleasure as you licked your way up and down his shaft. You took as much of him as you could in your mouth. Honestly you enjoyed it as much as he did. The salty taste of him drove you wild, and you increased your speed. Before long, he pushed you back against the bed and lowered himself over you. Just the sight of him, his broad tattoo-covered torso balanced over you, made you wet all over again. 

  He lined the tip of his dick up with your entrance and pushed inside slowly. You felt the delicious stretch as your body adjusted to him, relishing the feeling of him. He pushed into you as far as he could and gave you a second before he got going. You grunted impatiently against him, and he took that as permission to let go. He drove himself into you greedily, hungrily, and he felt so deep inside it was like he was practically in your stomach. Sweat dripped down his chest and landed on yours. He was gripping the headboard so tightly you were surprised he hadn’t broken it by now. He kept up an unrelenting pace, and your body was on fire. You could feel the pressure building inside you again, and you ran your nails down Alexei’s back. He could feel your walls clenching around him and knew you were almost there . He reached his hand down and began circling your clit with his thumb to help push you over the edge. You began to see stars, white hot pleasure coursing through you as you shattered around him. He followed soon behind you, filling you up as only he could. 

He collapsed beside you, both of you completely spent. You reached over and gave him a gentle kiss on the cheek, curling up against him and resting your head on his chest. “Alexei?” you say eventually, deciding to just get this over with. “Yes, my pet?” he replied. “I love you. I just wanted you to know,” you blurt out quickly. You kept your head buried against him, afraid to see his reaction. He reached over and lifted your chin so that you had to look at him. “I love you too красивый,” (beautiful) he replied. You felt like a giant weight had been lifted from you. Even if it was just for tonight, he was there and he was yours. 

[umnitsa]

You know what?

Yeah. I went there. Cute funny smut under the cut (reader has a pussy, size kink to the max, this can be painful):

Alexei looks genuinely puzzled, the very tip of his cock nested against your hole. You whimper, in desperate expectation.

"But you are so wet, little sparrow... I don't know why..." He pushes forward gently, moaning at the pressure.

You screamed, torn between pain and pleasure, his gentle invasion making you burn inside. Alexei pulls back, looking at you with concerned eyes. You can feel the throbbing, your body protesting the girth of his cock, but at the same time it felt like you were mourning his absence, your hole weeping.

"You're too big." You chuckled, somewhat cockdrunk with all the teasing. "You're way too big. It's obscene."

"Nooooo... No, no, no..." He said, shaking his head, negotiating the idea. "Big, yes, not too big. It's gonna fit, here." He moves, in small thrusts, teasing the thick head against your entrance, as he watches your face.

Suddenly you feel so full the air is knocked out of your lungs; you gasp, your whole body tensing. Then there's the burning, as you feel his cock inside you.

"See?" He says, his voice strained as you squeeze him impossibly tight. You moan, feeling the stretch. Your mind just chants more, more, more. "Good?"

"Yes, please, yes..." You moan, suddenly very aware there was more to come. You pulsed around Alexei and he moaned, pushing forward. His hips pressed against yours, his cock splitting you open.

Alexei moans softly and leans over you, kissing your forehead. You're overcome with the delightful, sweet agony of taking him.

Big beefy himbos are mentally incapable of understanding how huge their cocks are compared to your little holes and I think that's beautiful

[natasharswifey]

Happy birthday, by the way 🎂

Natasha Romanoff x fem!reader

Requests open <3

Summary: After a few months of dating, you realise you don't know when Nat's birthday is. She isn't interested in celebrating, and when you ask, she refuses to tell you. But you are very determined.

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A/N: This is just a little fluff, also my first x reader fic. Love reading em so I thought I'd give it a go :3. Also I find it hard to read Y/N as my name so I'm using [...] instead!

Tags: Just fluff <3

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"Oh, come on, why won't you just admit it?"

"Because I can't deal with you inviting half of the United States to the tower for a party."

"Exaggeration."

Natasha raises a brow at you. "Oh really? And what about he time you put flyers around about Wanda's party?"

"She was turning 21!"

She gives you a 'really?' look and you know you aren't getting anything out of her. It just didn't make any sense, birthdays were the one day a year where it was all about you. Well that's everyday if you're Tony Stark, but for well functioning members of society it should count as the best day of the year.

"I will not be disclosing that information until I can trust you not to make a huge deal."

"What if I pinky promise?"

"You always overdo it, detka, it's just how you are." She plants a small kiss on your forehead and leaves you on the couch to begin plotting.

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"And then she said 'you always overdo it', give me a break!"

Wanda looks up from the pot she's stirring and chuckles, "I didn't know half the people the showed up at the tower on my 21st, [.....]"

"I knew I should've gone to Tony, he would get this."

"I don't think asking the most flamboyant Avenger would be very helpful in this situation."

"Right."

"I think you should just leave it, she'll probably tell you eventually." She gently taps a bit of salt into the pot.

"Or..."

"No."

"You didn't even hear me out!"

"I can read minds. It's a terrible idea."

"Firstly, reading Nat's mind to figure out her birthday is literally a flawless plan, and secondly, you're good reading my mind and not hers?"

"Natasha already set her boundaries with me, and plus I don't feel like getting my ass kicked for aiding and abetting."

"Thanks a lot Wands."

"Any time."

If Wanda wasn't going to cooperate then you were simply going to have to enlist the help of a certain blonde assassin.

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You hear Lucky and Fanny barking hysterically after you ring the doorbell, followed by fast paced footsteps and a small "One minute" from the other side of the door.

Usually a simple question would only warrant a text or phone call, but for some reason Yelena NEVER answers her phone. Unless it's from Kate of course, you're half convinced that she has a special ringtone and notification for her.

It's none other than the archer that answers the door, "Hey, [.....]! I didn't know you were coming over."

"I've actually dropped in unannounced, but I won't stay too long." You reassure her. Kate has a habit of forgetting things, including scheduled hang outs and honestly everything else that isn't attached to her body.

"Come on in!" She steps out of the way and shuts the door behind both of you.

You're immediately greeted by the two large dogs, fighting over your attention in a confusion of wagging tails and paws. Kate tries to get them under control and ultimately fails until they're distracted by Yelena calling them.

"That's totally not fair, they only listen to you." Kate complains and Yelena laughs.

"Because they love me more."

"Lies and deception!" Kate is soon distracted by the golden retriever pulling at her sleeve and gives Yelena a smug look before pouring all of her attention to him.

"Hey, Yelena."

"Hello, [......]. To what do we owe the pleasure?"

"Uh, I actually had a quick question. When's Natasha’s birthday?"

"Ah. I do not know."

"What?? But you're sisters!"

She shrugs, "She does not want me to know. Birthdays are not really Natasha’s thing, surely you must know that."

"Yeah, I know, it just doesn't make any sense."

"That's Natasha for you."

You sigh in defeat and sit down on one of the armchairs, your lap immediately occupied by Fanny who still wholeheartedly believes she's the size of a puppy.

"Well, there is someone else you could ask."

Your ears perk up, "Who?"

"Melina."

Ah. Melina. It wouldn't be fair to say that she hated you, but it also would be lying to say that she was fond of you. Perhaps you could ask Alexei instead.

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"Hello? Can you hear me?" You ask over the phone to your future father in law.

"HELLO? ARE YOU THERE, [......]?"

"Yeah, I'm-"

"I THINK MY WHATISUP IS BROKEN- MELINA!"

"No, no, Alexei there's really no need."

You hear the sound of footsteps and Melina scolding Alexei for always forgetting to turn up the volume before she picks up the phone.

"Hello?"

"Ah, hello Melina."

"[........]. Do you need something?"

"When's Natasha’s birthday?"

"December third. Is that all?"

"But- that's today."

"I'm aware."

"Well, thank yo-" The phone cuts off before you finish your sentence and you're left with about two hours to plan a surprise party for a spy.

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"I did it, Wanda!"

"Only took you half the day."

"Okay, hater, I need you to help me surprise her."

"Are you sure this is a good idea?"

"One hundered percent." You reply confidently. For most of the day you'd been discouraged, but now it was time for you to trust your gut.

Soon enough you've formed a team of Kate, Yelena and Wanda gathered in one of the common rooms of the tower.

"Alright, Wanda you can be in charge of snacks, Kate you can do decorations, and Yelena you can find us the cake."

"Can-"

"No it may not have profanities on it."

The blonde sighs but jumps into action with the other two. Now all you have to do is buy them some time.

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You greet Natasha at the tower's entrance with a huge smile plastered on your face.

"Hi, Nat!"

"Hey, [.......]. How was your day?"

"A little hectic. Wanna go for a walk?"

"I would love to but I need to sleep for at least ten hours straight."

You step in front of Natasha as she starts to head inside, "Wait- Uh, did you know walking actually improves energy levels?"

Natasha raises an eyebrow, "What's up with you?"

"Nothing."

"For some strange reason I do not believe that." She holds you in place by your shoulders and steps around you, but you take her arm and try to steer her to the kitchen, your plans are foiled by Lucky and Fanny who bound up to Natasha happily.

"What are Yelena and Kate's kids doing here? Seriously, what is going on?"

"Uhh."

"Insightful."

"I don't know what you're talking about."

She stares you down for a few seconds before suddenly moving towards your shared quarters and only speeds up once she realises you're trying to stop her.

The red head clears the stairs in a few seconds and opens the door, only to be met with pitch black. When she steps through and flicks on the light Wanda, Yelena and Kate jump out from behind the couch and yell "Surprise!".

The look on her face is priceless when she turns to you, "How- when did you-"

"I have my ways."

Natasha pulls you into a tight hug and you hug her back even tighter when you feel a small damp patch forming on your shoulder.

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"Okay, now make a wish!" Yelena says excitedly, the three of you are crowded around the table where the birthday girl sits in front of her cake.

"Alright, alright." She closes her eyes and blows out the candles, which prompts a cheer from everyone in the room.

The five of you all squish onto the couch to watch a movie and eat snacks and cake, with Natasha curled into your side.

"So, did I 'overdo' it?" You ask playfully.

You hear her chuckle, "It was perfect."

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Tysm for readinggg, If you liked it I have more stuff in my masterlist :)). Reqs are open!!

Also, if you saw the unfinished version of this when I posted it by accident, no you did not.

@l0nelyish 👁👁

[incorrectwandanat]

reader: hey, you know that i love you so much right?

natasha: oh my god, what did you do now?

reader: ...what do you mean? all i did was compliment you because you're an amazing person.

natasha: exactly. what did you do?

reader:

reader: i may have accidentally punched alexei in the face.

natasha: YOU WHAT?!

reader: yeah i know i’m sorry i-

natasha: no, don't be sorry, that's incredible news!

reader: i-babe?

natasha, muttering: that liar got fucking one upped, didn't he? let’s see how stuck up he sounds now.

[writerslittlelibrary]

Don't worry about a thing

masterlist

summary: your parents needed the extra money, even if it meant making you work for it. what happens when two women disagree with your parents methods?

pairing: dark!Wandanat x teen reader, dark!Yelena x teen reader, dark!Melina x teen reader, dark!Bucky x teen reader, dark!Alexei x teen reader

warnings: alcoholism, dark Wandanat, dark themes, kidnapping, it’s kinda fluff as well

genre: angst, fluff

words: 2690

a/n: this kinda turned from dark!wandanat to a very soft fic. I mean, reader still gets kidnapped, but Wandanat are so sweet about it… :)

You do not have my permission to repost, copy or translate my work

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You had been working in the cafe for a while. Your parents needed the money, and to be honest, you needed it too. 

Your parents had been drinking since you were a young child, and you now you were a teenager, which means it is legal for you to work. Your parents didn’t hesitate to push you towards a job. With all their money going to alcohol, they needed your money for either food, or more drinks. 

On the side, you would save a little bit of money, trying to save enough to hopefully one day go to college.

Today it was a day like any other. 

You had just gotten back from school, and you went to the cafe immediately. However, this time was a little different. For the last couple of weeks, you had the weird feeling that someone was watching you. There had been a few people that asked about a lot of details from you, which creeped you out a bit.

At first, it was a red-headed woman. She looked to be around her thirties, and she was very kind. 

Then, there was a brown haired woman. She asked how you were doing, whether you were still in school, and also how you would be getting home. She seemed concerned for your safety. After all, it had been late that day.

Then, a blonde haired woman had walked in. She went into the cafe with a dog, and after ordering for herself and her dog, she offered to walk you home. You had told her that you were fine, and that your father was picking you up, but as usual, he hadn’t showed up. The woman insisted on walking you home, and you had allowed her. What was the harm, right? She was very kind and respectful, and her dog was nice.

After that, you had a week of boring people, as usual. People who didn’t give a single shit about your life. People that only cared about the fact that they had been waiting on their coffee for five whole minutes.

You figured you had just been imagining things, and that the three women you had met where just genuinely kind. 

However, after that week ended, weirdly invasive people started to come into the cafe again.

At first it was a man. He was wearing gloves, and he looked a little scary. His hair was brown, and he was tall and looked strong. However, when he ordered you decided he was actually very sweet. He talked with you the entire night, thanking you when you served him his drinks and food, and he tipped very well. 

A week later, this week, you spotted the red haired woman from a few weeks ago sitting at one of the tables. 

She wasn’t alone this time. The brown haired woman, who you had seen earlier as well, was sitting beside her. You walked up to them with a smile, pushing your odd feelings down and getting ready to serve them just like any other day.

The women smiled at you, and after giving you their order, they continued a conversation of their own.

You brushed your anxiety off of yourself, making their drinks and continuing with your shift. However, after serving them and getting back to another costumer, the man you had seen earlier walked in. He looked a little angry, but smiled kindly when he met your eyes. You smiled back, but before you could ask for his order, he went to sit down with the other two women. 

Again, you didn’t think much off it, rather just pushing the anxiety away and continuing with your job.

It started to get really weird, though, when the blonde haired woman walked in. She was accompanied by her fluffy dog, which didn’t hesitate to greet you with a wagging tail. You bent down to pet him, when you noticed a slightly red streak running along his fur. 

You went to brush your hand over it, but the dog retreated back to it’s owner.

She smiled at you and stopped at the bar, ordering the same thing she ordered a few weeks ago. After doing so, she went to sit down with the other man and women. Why did they know each other? Had it been a coincidence that you had all seen them before? Were they watching you?

You shook the thoughts from your head, preparing the woman’s order, putting some whipped cream into a cup for her dog, before bringing it over to the table. 

You put it down with a smile, grabbing the empty two cups and asking if you could get them anything else.

“We’re alright, sweetheart,” the brown haired woman spoke with a gentle smile.

You nodded and retreated back to the counter, ready to serve other costumers, before you realised, there were no other costumers.

The entire cafe was empty, minus the four people sitting in the corner.

Odd, this was usually such a busy time. 

You didn’t think much off it, rather deciding to start cleaning up a bit in the hopes of getting home earlier tonight. When you were about to shut off the coffee machine you heard the little bell ring, indicating that another costumer had walked in.

You turned to look at them, discovering that it was a tall, large man. He had tattoos covering his arms, and a long beard. He was followed by a woman, who smiled at you before she pulled the man over to the table where the other people were sitting. You hadn’t seen them before, but you did find it odd. 

When your colleague told you she was heading home for the night, you agreed to closing up, telling her to get home safe. 

After she left, you glance over at the table impatiently. They had been sitting there for hours, and you wanted to get home on time tonight. You still had a few tests to study for, and there was a project you were supposed to hand in yesterday.

You stood impatiently at the counter until the blonde woman walked up to you. You had hoped she wanted to pay, but instead she simply asked for a donut. 

You hid your annoyance and got her what she wanted, smiling at her when you handed the sweet treat over. 

“How are you getting home today?” she asked as she took the donut from you, taking a bite. 

“My father was supposed to pick me up, but I suppose I’ll be walking once again,” you replied, closing the treat cabinet. 

“I can give you a ride if you’d like. My parents are probably leaving with my sister anyway, so there will be a car left that I’ll have to drive,” she explained, giving her dog a few pets when it excitedly walked over to her. She snuck the dog some pieces of the donut while praising her for being such a good girl.

“That’s very kind, but I’m sure I’ll be fine,” you replied, not wanting to get into a strangers car.

“Don’t be silly. It’s no problem, I promise. A young girl like you shouldn’t be out on the street alone at this time. It’s dangerous, someone could hurt you,” the woman reasoned, and you thought for a moment before agreeing. 

It did seem dangerous to walk home alone in the dark, and this woman was very kind. There was no way that she would hurt you. 

“If you’re certain that it won’t be a problem…” you said, and you watched the woman shake her head.

“Of course not. Besides, Fanny would love the extra cuddles,” the woman explained, giving her dog, Fanny, a few scratches behind her ears. 

You turned around, missing the sign the woman gave to the other people at the table. They got up, walking towards the door. The red headed woman stayed behind, telling the others she would be there soon. 

She walked over to the counter, giving Fanny a few pets before pulling out her wallet. 

“I’d like to pay for the whole table, please,” she told you as she grabbed her card. You nodded and typed in the amount on the device.

After paying, she thanked you and walked out of the cafe.

“I’m Yelena, by the way,” the blonde woman said as she waited for you to close everything up. “I’m y/n,” you told her, locking the register and walking out from behind the bar.

“This way,” she said as she led the way out of the cafe, waiting for you to lock the door before opening the door of her car. 

You were about to get in before Fanny jumped into the car before you, settling in the middle of the couch chair. Yelena drove a truck, so it was easy to fit three people on the chair. You got in after Fanny, sitting beside her and petting her head when she laid her head on your lap.

Yelena got into the drivers seat, closing the door and starting the car.

“Here, you must be thirsty after working for so long,” she said as she handed you a bottle of water. 

“Thank you,” you thanked her as you opened it, taking a few sips.

“Who was your sister?” you asked Yelena after a little while. She turned to you with a smile, rubbing Fanny’s fur.

“The red head, Natasha. She’s my sister. The big guy, with the long beard, that’s my dad, and the woman with dark brown hair is my mom,” Yelena explained, focusing back on the road. “The cafe you work at is close to our work space, so we come there a lot, but we’ve never been there together.”  

“What kind of work do you do?” you asked her curiously.

“We take care of business. Make sure people pay… taxes… that sort of stuff,” Yelena explained, although she weirdly paused before mentioning taxes. You nodded, focusing on the world outside.

After a few minutes of silence, you started to get a bit dizzy, grabbing onto the dashboard to steady yourself as black spots took over your vision. 

“Everything alright?” Yelena asked, concern lacing her voice.

“Just a little dizzy…” you explained, taking a few deep breaths in the hopes of clearing your vision.

“That happens sometimes after doing a lot during the day, especially for girls your age. You should drink a bit more water and take a few deep breaths. It’ll pass,” Yelena told you, and you nodded as you gulped the leftover water in the waterbottle down.

You sat back, taking a few deep breaths and looking out the window, suddenly noticing the road you were at didn’t look familiar. 

“This isn’t my street…?” you asked Yelena, who merely shrugged.

“There is construction that way, so I figured we’d avoid it,” she reasoned, turning on her turn signal and steering into another unfamiliar road. 

You were about to protest, but the spots in your vision took over nearly everything, and you suddenly felt to dizzy to talk. You tried to say something, but you couldn’t even remember what happened after as you lost consciousness completely. 

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You groaned slightly when you woke up, the sun blinding your vision as you covered your eyes with your hands. You turned around in the bed, pulling the covers a little higher a closing you eyes again, fully prepared to go back to sleep.

Suddenly, you sat up in a fright, looking around the room and taking in you surroundings. You never got home lat night. 

You don’t remember anything past the points of being dizzy. 

You threw the covers away, standing up from the bed, ignoring the slight dizziness as you walked over to the window. As soon as you pulled the curtains open, all you could see was snow. What the actual fuck. It never snowed where you were from.

You ran towards the door, surprised when it opened immediately. 

You looked out into the hallway, making sure it was clear before you made your way downstairs. You could hear chatter coming from what you assumed was the living room, and so you tried to go around it, heading towards the front door, or atleast, what looked like the front door.

You almost thought you weren’t spotted, until you heard a voice coming from the living room.

“If you’re going outside, don’t forget your boots and jacket. Winters are very cold around here.” 

You stopped dead in your tracks, frozen in place as the voice spoke so casual. If she knew you were leaving, why didn’t she try to stop you? You hesitated a moment, unsure of what to do as you looked at the rack of shoes. Your shoes were there, together with a vast variety of boots.

“If you’re hungry, there is also some breakfast,” the voice spoke again, and you took a deep breath before deciding to follow it.

You walked into the living room, seeing all five people sitting on a few couches. 

The red headed woman, Natasha, was sitting at the edge of the couch with the brown haired woman beside her. Natasha was scrolling on her phone while the other woman was reading a book. 

After they noticed you arrived in the living room, the woman put her book away.

“Where am I?” you asked quietly, glancing over at Yelena who was watching something on the tv. You couldn’t understand the language, and you figured it must’ve been something slavic. 

“You’re home,” the woman smiled softly, getting up from the couch and reaching for your hand.

“We figured we’d let you sleep in, so I put some breakfast in the fridge for you,” she explained as she led you towards the kitchen, letting go of your hand and opening the fridge, pulling out a plate of waffles. 

You went to sit down at the barstool, leaning on the kitchen island, debating on what to say next. 

“Who are you…?” you asked hesitantly, afraid to upset her.

“My name is, Wanda, but you may call me mom, and Natasha is mama,” Wanda stated simply, squirting some whipped cream on the waffles before topping them off with some fresh fruit.

“... What…?”

“I understand that it may be a bit confusing, but I promise you you will be happy here. We will make sure you will never have to worry about anything another day in your life,” Wanda explained, smiling as she put the plate of food in front of you. 

“What about my parents?” you asked, and Wanda just smiled.

“You don’t have to worry about them hurting you ever again, I promise.” 

You nodded slightly, staring at the plate of waffles. 

“So you kidnapped me?” 

Wanda chuckled a bit, sitting down across from you and pouting you a glass of your favourite juice. “I guess you could call it that, although that is not our intention. We love you, and we’ll show that to you,” she explained, putting the glass of juice down in front of you. 

You hesitated before you felt your belly rumble in hunger, staring at the plate of waffles for only a second longer before you dug in, enjoying the amazing tasty treat. 

“Why me?” you asked after taking a breath, taking a sip from your juice and staring at Wanda. 

“You are special. You might not understand it, but you are special, and we love you. You are perfect,” Wanda explained, smiling as Natasha joined you in the kitchen. 

“Don’t worry about it too much, malysh. You will love it here, and you will have everything you could dream off,” she said, giving you a kiss on your forehead. She reached over to the cabinet, grabbing a glass and filling it with some juice as well. 

“If you want, I can take you outside later, or you could explore the house a little if that’s what you prefer,” Natasha suggested, and you nodded.

“Okay,” you simply said, taking another bite of your waffles.

You were confused beyond comprehension, yet for some reason, you felt safe. You knew you were safe, and for the first time in your life, you felt content. 

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[waltermis]

Just feel like making people cry with me.... I'm sorry... 😭

My baby cared more for people than more people cared for her.... she deserved the world ❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹

[arlana-likes-to-write]

Lightning Bug - Chapter 28

Masterlist

Warnings: usage of a gun (training), fluff, mention of past trauma

Word Count: 3.8k

You tightened the straps on your backpack as you waited for Natasha and Wanda. There was a knot forming in your stomach. They were excited to meet you, but what if you disappointed them? What if they weren’t happy with who you are? “Hey,” Wanda placed her hands on her shoulders. “Breath. Take a few deep breaths for me.” You nodded and did that. “Good,” you turned to face her. “What’s going through your head?” You sighed, biting your lip. “What’s going through your head?” You sighed, biting your head.

“What if they don’t like me?” You whispered. It seemed ridiculous to say out loud. “I’m a little nervous.” Wanda nodded.

“I was too when I first met them,” she pushed some of your hair behind your ear. “They will love you. Just be you.”

“And take everything Alexei says with a grain of salt,” Natasha rushed over to you as the doors opened and the ramp came out. Natasha told you they had to part the jet a little further away from the house because Melina doesn’t want the jet’s engine to scare the animals. You descended the ramp and hoped the walk would calm your anxiety, but it became worse. Each step you took made your heart pound faster and faster.

The property remained you of the Barton’s homestead but more rustic. There was a main house with multiple outdoor buildings. As you got closer, you could smell and hear the pigs. “There they are!” A booming voice echoed through the quiet land. It came from a man with a thick beard wearing overalls.

“Yebat’ (fuck),” Natasha mumbled and pushed you behind her. Your body tensed up as you watched the man run over to the three of you. “Alexei, no,” Natasha warned.

“Natalia, my pride and joy,” he looked at Wanda. “Wanda, hopefully, my soon-to-be daughter-in-law,” you saw the couple in front of you tense up. “Move. I’d like to see moya vnucka (my granddaughter).” You weren’t sure what that word was.

“Not with that energy,” Wanda said. “Bring it down a little, or you’ll scare her off.” The man gasped.

“I would never! I’m her dedushka (grandpa). We are destined to be side by side like in American movies,” you peeked your head from behind the couple and saw a woman walking out of the house. Her black hair was pulled back into a ponytail, and her arms were crossed against her chest. Suddenly, the man’s face was in front of yours.

“Hi,” he said. You yelped and fell to the ground, startled by his sudden appearance. “You’re so small.” He pushed past the couple and grabbed you by the arms, lifting you like you weighed nothing. “I could put you in my pocket.” The man hugged you tight. “I am your dedushka (grandpa). I can not wait to tell you all about my glory days.” The man swayed you from side to side, and your body went tense, frozen. Even Wanda and Natasha’s voice turned to white noise. You felt a pressure building that started in your chest. You had to hold it in; the charge would kill the man holding you.

“Alexei, vinz (down),” a new voice broke through the fog. “She is not a toy.” The man gently set you down, and you were shaky on your legs. The man looked apologetic, scratching the back of his head. You were sure Natasha was asking if you were okay, but your eyes stayed trained on the newest addition to the group. She grabbed hold of your chin, moving your head from side to side. “Alexei’s right. You are too small. Is Natalia not feeding you?”

“Mama,” the read head groaned. “She’s eating.”

“Not enough. Come, I’ll cook you something,” she dragged you towards the house, but you dug your feet into the ground.

“Wait,” your voice shook, and everyone’s eyes trained on you. “I need,” air couldn’t get into your lungs. “Nat,” you gasped. “Help.” Quickly, she opened her bag and pulled out a battery. She placed it in your hands and knelt in front of you. You wanted to yell at her to get back. To run because you were afraid to hurt her, but the words died on your lips. She sensed your hesitation.

“I got you, molniyenosnyy zhuk (lightning bug). Let go,” You slumped against Natasha, and her arms wrapped around you. “That was a big one. Take a minute, okay,” you nodded and focused on Natasha’s hand, rubbing circles on your back.

“Did I hurt anyone?” You whispered.

“No, Wanda pushed Melina and Alexei back with her powers.” Good. That was good. You stood up straighter and saw Natasha smiling at you. She pushed a few strands of your hair stuck to your forehead from sweat. You felt hot and hungry.

“Hi,” Wanda stood next to you, and you rested your head on her chest. “How are you feeling?” You huffed.

“Better,” you admitted. “Sorry, that was embarrassing.”

“I think someone else should apologize,” you turned around to see the duo walk back to you. The woman hit Alexei.

“Sorry about that. I was excited to meet you.” The man’s cheeks were flushed.

“It’s okay,” you smiled. “Hi, by the way.” you waved.

“Melina, Alexei,” Natasha placed a gentle hand on your shoulder. “This is Y/n, our daughter,” your stomach flipped at that. You loved having someone be proud enough of you to call you their daughter.

“It’s nice to meet you,” Melina smiled. “We’ve heard great things about you,” her eyes pointed at you. “I still think you are too small.”

“Mama!”

*

“They are so cute!” You stood on the wooden pen for the pigs and watched Alexei chase after the piglets. They wanted nothing to do with him. Natasha laughed.

“Come on, Red Guardian! Didn’t you fight Captain America and win? Catching a pig for your vnucka (granddaughter),” you giggled and watched the man’s face twist with determination. You learned vnucka, which is translated to granddaughter, and the Russian words for grandma and grandpa are dedushka and babushka. Alexei was adamant about you calling him Dedushka. Melina shoved three bowls of chowder before she thought you were ready to explore.

“I got one!” A pig was pushed into your arms, and Natasha had to catch you before you fell off the fence.

“Alexei! What have I told you about manhandling my pigs?” You heard Melina call out and missed the murderous glare Natasha sent Alexei, too distracted by the little pig in your arms. It took a while for the creature to settle in your arms, but soon it pushed against your chest for warmth.

“It’s so tiny,” you whispered, so afraid to disturb the little creature in your arms. A weird feeling bloomed in your chest. It was strange how much faith the animal had in you. The pig trusted you to hold it close and protect it. Such blind faith. It was a little ridiculous, but it reminded you of yourself. You put faith in your parents and the man from HYDRA who promised you a better life. Now you were doing it with the Avengers. Was it wise to do it again? The third time is the charm, right? “What’s got you thinking so hard?” Natasha asked, running her hand over your head. You glanced up. She was smiling. Her eyes sparkled with love; sometimes, you forgot how much she cared about you. You smiled.

“Just, uh, thinking about life,” she chuckled, kissing your forehead. You basked in the warmth she provided.

“Never change, dorogoy (sweetheart),” you looked at her confused. “After everything you’ve been through, your heart is still good.” You frowned, unsure if that was true. You protected the pig with one hand as you climbed over the pen and placed the animal on the ground. It looked confused, turned to face, and ran to bury itself between your legs. You chuckled, pushing the creature towards its family. However, the piglet ran back to you.

“What’s going on, little one?” You asked, scratching its chin. “Why don’t you want to join your friends?”

“It’s the runt,” Melina said. You glanced over at her. “The others pick on it.” You frowned and sat down. The piglet climbed onto your lap and looked up at you.

“I was a runt, too,” you spoke softly. Your hand never stopped petting it. “I think we grow up to be the strongest of the group because we have to fight every single day just to survive,” you sighed. “And that can be scary, but I promise little one, everything will turn out just fine.” You felt a little crazy speaking to an animal, but the little pig seemed to understand. It glanced at the other pigs and back to you before joining them. You smiled and stood up. Wanda and Natasha were watching you with a smile. Yeah, everything was turning out just fine.

*

It was a long day. With the emotional trip to Sokovia and the surprise display of power, Wanda and Y/n were taking a nap before dinner. Alexei was outside finishing the chores he promised Melina that would be done, but due to the excitement, they slipped his mind. So Natasha was left to help prepare dinner with Melina. Sometimes, Natasha had to pinch herself to remind herself this was real. That the woman chose to be here, decided to be her mother, and that the Red Room wasn’t orchestrating this. It’s not another mission. This was real. It took a while for her to trust Melina and Alexei again. Yelena was the critical factor to help mend the relationship. She knew it was Yelena’s desperate attempt to have a real family. “It looks good on you,” Melina said, standing over the sauce for the beef stroganoff. Natasha hummed in question, focusing on chopping up the spices. “Motherhood. You fall into the role naturally.”

“You sound surprised,” she glanced over her shoulder, but Melina’s back was to her.

“Not surprised at all. You are a khameleon (chameleon). You adapt. It was like that in Ohio, the Red Room, and now with the Avengers,” Natasha wasn’t sure if what Melina said was a compliment. She turned to face the older Black Widow, and Melina looked at her. “Why do you look offended?”

“I’m not sure if I should take what you said as a compliment.”

“No?” She tilted her head. “You were always sensitive to that.” Melina walked over to the cutting board she was using and took it back to the pot. “I was trying to say it’s hard for us to be mothers, people like you and me.”

“Why is it hard?” She saw Melina’s stutter as she added the freshly chopped herbs into the pot.

“Because that choice was taken away from us,” Subconsciously, Natasha placed her hand where her scar was. The serum healed all of it, but she would never forget where it was. She dropped her hand when Melina turned back around to hand her the cutting board. “But you are doing good. Does that happen often with her powers?” Natasha shook her head.

“Not since she started training with Maria,” Natasha began cleaning the dishes she no longer needed. The farmhouse needed to be equipped with a dishwasher; she preferred to do it by hand. It kept her busy.

“Is she training to be an Avenger?”

“No, I mean she could join the team if she wants, but we are focusing on helping her control her powers,” Or help her fight this new threat that was possibly coming. She would have a long chat with Vision when she got back.

“Are you and Wanda going to have more children?” Natasha felt her cheeks warm up. “I would like to have more grandchildren to spoil.”

“Mama! We just adopted her. Give us some time.” Melina chuckled and wiped her hands on a dish towel. The gentle hand of Melina on her shoulder caused Natasha’s body to go rigid, but she turned around to face her. The woman places both hands on her cheeks.

“Throughout our entire life, every choice was made for us,” her voice was so soft Natasha had to remind herself who was speaking to her. “But you chose to be that little girl’s mama, and being a mother is the greatest gift. Cherish it.” It was hard for Natasha to look past the betrayal towards Alexei and Melina. Melina was the only mother she knew since the Red Room took her biological one away. Melina was part of the system that kept hundreds of girls trapped even when she was trapped herself.

The sudden moment was interpreted by the crack of a gun going off; the duo separated immediately. “There is a pistol in the umbrella holder by the back door,” Melina said suddenly. She nodded and raced to where Melina told her. It wasn’t surprising to her that weapons were scattered around the house. Once her hand came into contact with the metal, she remembered to take a few calming breaths. The list of enemies was long and still growing. No matter who was here, no one was taking her family from her.

She kicked the back door open and expected to see the backyard filled with enemies racing towards the house or Alexei fighting them off. No. Instead, she saw Alexei and Y/n at the gun range for Widows that stayed on the farm. There was a pistol in the teen’s hand, and the gun going off two more times caused goosebumps to form on her arm.

“Alexei, what the fuck are you doing?”

*

You spun around to see two very angry Black Widows armed with a pistol and a rifle. Safety placed the gun down like Alexei and Maria showed you, and you ran over to Natasha. “Nat, come look!” It was enough time for her to hand the pistol to Melina before you dragged her over to the makeshift gun range. “Look how well I did!” You were proud of your grouping: two head shots and two in the shot. You looked back at Natasha and your smile. “You look upset.”

“Of course I’m upset. Melina and I thought we were being attacked,” you cringed and glanced at Melina and Alexei. The older woman was radially speaking in Russian and heard the word ‘idiot’ a few times. Suddenly, the back door of the house busted open. Wanda’s eyes were glowing red, and her magic danced on her fingers. It died down when she saw her family and no threat.

“Oh, I’m in so much trouble.” Natasha grabbed your arm and dragged you back over.

“Explain, both of you,” Melina said when Wanda jogged over. You and Alexei shared a look.

“I woke up and heard you and Natasha talking in the kitchen,” you said slowly. “I went outside to explore, and Alexei, I mean dedushka,” you saw his smile from the corner of your eye. “Saw me walking around the training area. He said you made it for the Widows that sometimes stay here,” you knew it had to do with some rehabilitation program Yelena set up, but the details were fuzzy. It took a lot of work to follow any story Alexei told. “I asked him if he could teach me how to shoot a gun.” The two Black Widows said something in Russian that was not part of your daily language lesson, but Alexei cringed. Natasha stared down the man.

“And you thought it was a good idea.”

“Her mama, babushka, and tetya (aunt) are all Black Widows. She should know her way around a gun,” it was a fair agreement to make. “She gave me very good-” he snapped his fingers. “What’s the word? When the eyes get small and sad?”

“Puppy dog eyes,” Wanda said with a smirk. Alexei pointed at the witch. “She tends to use them to get something she wants,” you opened your mouth to argue, but the witch gave you a pointed look. You thought it was best to keep your mouth shut. “I was unaware you had any form of gun training.” She said to Alexei, who gasped in offense.

“I will have you know the Red Guardian is well-versed in many weapons. Guns, knives, rocket launcher,” your eyes widened, and you looked at him, excitement bubbling in your chest. “No!” He shot you down. “Do you see how much trouble we are in?” You slowly looked back at the trio.

“On a scale of 1 -10, how much trouble am I in?” You asked, staring at the ground, unable to look at the three women. Natasha sighed.

“You will be doing dishes for the rest of our trip,” you nodded. That was fair. Gently, Natasha lifted your head, and you stared into her green eyes. “No more weapon training without telling us.”

“Sorry,” you mumbled, but the redhead kissed your forehead and hugged you. She smelt of garlic and onions.

“Scared the hell out of me, kid,” you nodded again. It wasn’t your intention, and you weren’t thinking when you asked Alexei. You felt tears form at the corner of your eyes, and she needed the hug far too soon for your liking. “Let’s see this grouping again.”

“What?” You questioned. Natasha pushed away a tear that escaped down your cheek.

“I’d like to see you shoot again. Make sure Alexei taught you correctly,” the man gasped, and it made you laugh. Before you picked up the gun, you apologized to Melina and hugged Wanda. With the short time you held a gun in your hand and shot it, it wasn’t your preferred weapon. However, with so many Black Widows in your life, you were going to keep that information to yourself.

*

Once the dishes were cleaned from dinner, it was another early night, but you could not sleep. Your sleep schedule was messed up with the time difference and the nap you took. So you got out of bed and walked out of the guest room. Melina had a bookshelf next to the dining room that you’ve been dying to look through. Many of the books in her collection were not in English, but you could tell they were science books. Your eyes found a photo album. Curiosity, you grabbed the album and flipped through it. Every photo was of two young girls: one blonde and one brunette. The images captured moments from Christmas, Easter, and Thanksgiving. “It’s not a good idea to snoop in a Black Widow’s home,” you jumped at Melina’s voice, almost dropping the album.

“It’s also not a good idea to sneak up on someone.” The Black Widow chuckled, and you put the album away, but Melina grabbed it and walked over to the dining room table. Wordlessly, you followed her and sat down.

“Do you know how I became Natalie’s and Yelena’s mama?”

“Kind of. Yelena said a mission brought all of you together.” Melina nodded; the photo album was stopped on Christmas. “I didn’t ask specifics.”

“The Red Room needed agents to act as an American family to steal some classified information,” she traced the faces of each little girl. “When the mission was over, we gave them back.”

“Why are you telling me this?” You questioned. Melina closed the album and placed her hands on top of it. She was staring intently at you, and you felt small under her gaze.

“I wasn’t the mother my girls needed,” you frowned and took her hand. You flipped it over so you could trace the lines on her palm. Her facial expressions softened at the gesture.

“Are you the mother they deserve now?”

“I do not know,” she admitted. “But I’m trying to be. Not all of us get the chance to get two,” you understood that. You were lucky that you overslept that day, which landed you in the cafe simultaneously. If you were there at your regular time, you could still be living on the streets or bouncing between shelters. What a crazy what-if. “Never take it for granted.”

“I won’t,” you promised. “I don’t think I’ll ever be able to repay them.” Melina smiled softly.

“Love them as much as they love you,” the Black Widow said. “That will be more than enough.”

*

You were up early to help Melina work outside with the pigs and her small garden. It was hard work, but Melina filled it with stories of their time in Ohio. Even Wanda brought out breakfast and helped out. You told her that the dishes would get done after you helped Melina. You sat back on your knees and stretched your neck. Picking weeds out of the dirt was not your idea of a fun time, but it beat cleaning the pig pen or doing the dishes. The sun felt different out here compared to Iowa and New York. You liked it, and it made you think about what Natasha asked you about - living somewhere like this. Away from the hustle and bustle of the big city. A place where you could get your dog and have them run around the backyard. It was a good idea, maybe one day. “Mama, are you overworking my niece already?” Your head wiped towards the voice. Yelena and Kate were talking in the garden. You jumped to your feet and ran over to them. The couple caught you as you threw yourself at them.

“I didn’t know you were coming to visit!” You smiled.

“That’s because it was a surprise, bud.” Kate laughed.

“Did you think I would subject you to a full day of Alexei’s torment without me?” You giggled. “I heard you got into a little trouble.” You awkwardly shrugged. “Proud of you.”

“Yelena, do not corrupt my granddaughter,” the older Black Widow came over to greet the newcomers. “Kate, how are you? Is Yelena treating you well?” The archer blushed.

“Yes, Melina. I’m doing great.” The blonde’s mouth hung open slightly.

“Come, I’ll make you something.” Melina put her arm around Kate and led her to the house. “Yelena, close your mouth. You’ll eat a fly.” You used your pointer finger to close her mouth, and she slapped your hand away.

“Unbelievable,” Yelena said once her girlfriend and mother were out of earshot. “She likes the people we bring home more than her daughters.” You smiled and lopped your arms through hers. “How do you like Russia?” She asked as you both walked towards the house.

“I like it!” You said. It was the truth. “Just different than Iowa and the city.” Yelena hummed in agreement.

“It took me a while to learn that the differences we see make for a wonderful world.”

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[umnitsa]

I am not sober right now, so indulge me...

Headcanons for kink: Alexei Shostakov (Black Widow), Jim Hopper (Stranger Things), Santa (Violent Night)

Alexei

He isn't the most sophisticated partner. XD But he is eager and curious, and he will try anything you bring to him. He doesn't really like using rope or other restraints, because he is fully capable of restraining you with his massive body. He will spank you but will giggle like a schoolgirl through the whole process, from sheer giddiness. He will shift to a fully serious, hair-pulling growling dom if you disrespect him though (isn't that the game?)

He loves the idea of roleplaying, but he is so cheesy doing it you WILL feel you're in a 70's porno. It is hot and fun in its own way.

He's mostly a soft dom who loves the idea of using you for his fun. And his fun is making you come again and again. It makes him feel powerful.

He really, really wants to please. So if you praise him, he will be a babbling mess and will become putty in your hands. Use it well, it's the only way you're gonna ride him because he loves restraining you with his body. He doesn't really understand daddy kink, but it's ok if you call him daddy. He does have a size kink, with everyone being smaller than him, but I bet he would pop a boner if you were his own size or bigger (it would be a delightful surprise for him).

Hopper

I can see Big Jim as vanilla as it comes. Mostly because he thinks most things are distractions. He just wants to devour you.

Ok, not so vanilla, he really really likes to spank you.

Well, he also loves manhandling you.

And he loves you on your knees, looking at him with big eyes.

But that is just him! If you bring him the idea of domination and submission, he won't understand how it relates to him. He's absolutely oblivious.

Big Jim has basically two modes. Classic!dom, who will spank you, growl orders, fuck you hard, pull your hair, make you beg for an orgasm. And Service!dom, who will cover you in soft praise, eat you up and finger you for hours, who will suck on your nipples as he rubs your clit gently, make you beg for him to stop and just fuck you already, you're so overstimulated.

Even when you take charge, he has this look of control over things, he smiles at you as if he's indulging you in good nature. He thought it was very cute when you handcuffed him that time.

Calling him daddy is a no-no. He's a bit sensitive. But if you call him sir, or chief in a sexual way... You'll get a raise.

Santa

That is a dirty old man as I have ever seen one. That man is kinky as fuck and nothing you say can make me think differently. He's very respectable, a good man, but he will pop a boner if you call him Father Christmas in a sexual way. He has a daddy kink and it's a severe one.

He is a flirty menace and will talk you into an orgasm. He is incredibly vocal, grunts, moans, and dirty talking. Sweet praise and playful degradation so you don't forget how naughty you really are. He will make you admit to every desire, to admit that you love what he does to you, out loud.

Oh, and he is there to realize all your fantasies, the best he can. If you want it, he will try it at least once. He will judge you? Yes. He will probably mock you playfully a little bit. In a dirty way. The dirtiest. Just so you don't forget you're naughty.

You will be tied up in red ribbons, some day.

He loves when you decide to please him. Santa loves to rest against the pillows and just watch you play with his body. Between grunts and soft moans, he will praise you, his hands gently petting and squeezing you in turns.

[wayward-persephone]

….Alexei making you say every one of his tattoos before you can cum.

Omg I can see him doing something like this if you ask him to help teach you Russian.

He'll have you on his lap, thick cock buried deep inside you, and stay perfectly still until you get the words right. Teasing remarks muttered in your ear, hands roaming over your body as he casually bounces you when you say something right, and if you get entire phrases right then he'll reward you with an orgasm.

But he will still keep you on his cock until he deems the lesson over and then it's time to play 😌

[missmarveledsblog]

It's just pretend right ? ( bucky barnes x reader ) part 7

summary : the team come to the ranch , bucky and kitty are realising some shared feeling , yelena is excited to meet more family ,kitty finally stands up to the family members that made her life hell . bucky tries to make his move only it doesn't go to plan or the reaction he was expecting.

warnings : none it's goofy and fluffy

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The fickle bitch that was the universe seem to be out for her , from the revelations  of the century or in her opinion it was . New family members and slight identity crisis as well as the feeling of being so close and yet so far from what she done nothing but dream about since  the day she met Bucky barnes even the  part of  him being a dick at that time , she wanted him , since coming to the ranch when the hardest thing she had to face was to pretend to be his girl. Those small moment at first she thought it was in her head , a selfish conjure of her mind but it wasn’t  he wanted what she did and then it was making more things clear how close she’s  been all this time and yet so far .  she should of been greeting the team as they stood of the jet and yet she couldn’t  no she was thinking of every single minor interaction the two had wondering what else she missed .  she didn’t know which member of the team she was hugging too lost in her own mind little did she know  wanda was smirking seeing the two teammates almost thinking the same thing .  how their eyes kept finding each other  well that was til kitty was knocked on her ass and out of her own head staring up at the blonde widow smiling down at her . 

“ hiii little sister” she cooed . 

“ hey lena “ she groaned as nat pulled them apart laughing . 

“ hiii big brother “ she went to run at jessie only he moved and caught her instead. “ impressive ohh more of you” she turned to a now nervous izzy and jack . “ i always wanted big family “ she bounced around happily. 

“ lena down “ nat chuckled . “sorry “ she turned to kitty's parents . 

“ hey my children it’s papa “ the voice called as she turned to nat. 

“ what’s he doing here .. i told him to wait” the widow growled . 

“ he wouldn’t let go of the wheels on the jet” clint rolled his eyes . 

“ even when it was in the air i even tried to shoot him off” yelena nodded . 

“ she really did .. hi sorry name kate bishop nice to meet you all “ the girl stood nervously . 

With in a second she was pulled against a body stank of stale vodka and god knows what else . 

“ my little girl and strong boy” alexei gushed only for kitty to stomp on his foot to let her go. 

“Dude no “ she grimaced as she felt herself being pulled in the different direction more safe one.  

“ you look like a young me it’s like a mirror “ alexei pulled and pushed jessie's face . 

“ oh my god he does” izzy squinted . 

“ kate bishop this is my little sister look how cute she is “ yelena smiled honestly reeling it was best news she gotten in long time . 

“ we know each other yelena “ kate rolled her eyes , smile on her face. 

“ this is new sister izzy and jack but they are not adopted but still  , my new brother jessie and more parents  they smell better” she walked around . 

“ that’s not how that works but ok anyways shall we go inside and deal with the actually problem “ tony snorted .

“ wanna talk after” bucky smiled his eyes darting to her lips as he licks in own  as sam and steve share a glance . 

“ you can have her after we run the data help bring in equipment “ tony pulled her away . 

“ hey did something happen between you too” sam asked excited . 

“ not yet “ was all bucky said heading off the jet as two followed after. 

 She, bruce and tony worked in the living room  each set on their own task as fury sent the files once she never new existed  on herself while using what she could find to see what hydra wanted with her now  , why now of all times did they attack .  impeccable timing she would give them that when she heard the chaos filling the entrance of the ranch , the shrill shrieks and whining  grumbles. A part of her wanted to stay where she was not even indulge on what it was but again  it wasn’t on the cards as she watched her aunts and uncles  , terror twin all stormed into the room . 

“ of course our lives would be in danger because of you “ her aunt linda was first to speak as rest followed each telling her some of abuse spilling from her tongue and now she was done she wasn’t scared anymore. 

“ hey lady watch your tongue that is my little sister” yelena came barging in . 

“  i got this go mama has some mac and cheese in the fridge and hotsauce” she winked. 

“ i can kill in different ways “ she called as she headed  .

 “ look honestly i’m trying to work and ok you don’t like me i know that it used to bug me i used to care but now honestly it last on the list of shit so call me whatever you want  and scream til your blue in the face how much you hate me  cause even as fucked up as is i love you i mean i don’t like you people your horrible and self fish but  i still love you ,  whether blood or not  your my family so go hate me somewhere in the house so i can work in peace  and makes sure your safe “ she said completely silencing them  as each walked out of the room stunned . 

“ i’m not so nice next time one of you dipshit disturb my work i fire my repulser at her head “ tony looked up making them move quicker. “ good on you kid” he added before his eyes went back to the screen . 

“ proud of you kiddo “ bruce squeezed her shoulder. 

“ it was either kill em kindness or barbeque and i love my mama so kindness won” she shrugged. 

“ hey mr stark .. um could i go out to see the horse “ peter parker stood nervously .

“ parker your over twent… yeah go ahead feed the horse and touch grass “ he rolled his eyes . “ wear a jacket” he added .  

“ we’re gonna race them against quicksilver how cool is that” jack excitedly said . 

“ kids literal children “ tony scoffed . 

“ you wanna watch don’t you “ bruce smirked . 

“ i mean if you do ?” tony eyed up the fellow science brow . 

“ jesus christ both of you go i got this “ she laughed as the two genius almost flew out the room  setting on the work ahead . 

“ go she on her own “ sam nudged his head.  

“ we can guard the door “ steve added. 

“ have those two not made progress  i mean sargent if you won’t maybe i will “ loki smirked . 

“ i can do it .. without you guys guarding the door that’s weird i can lock or shoot the next person that interrupts” he walked off new found confidence as he headed to the  dinning room , closing the door the second he entered and locking it  honest in his words he would shoot the next person that interrupted at this stage so many missed opportunities over the span of the four year … four  that he didn’t do it . honestly how held him back all this time was a mystery barely even taking a chance any more  he sauntered over as  she stood her eyes wide as she saw him coming what he didn’t expect was her to dive to door unlocking it and running down the hall and puking her gut up loudly . 

“ so it went well?” steve grimaced. 

“ sorry “ she came out looking as they stood looking at her . “ i know why it’s happening now they wanna repeat history in more ways than one “ .

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Pov: You're the Red widow of the MCU and a part of Natasha's family

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PICKPOCKET

Yelena x F!Reader Masterlist

Word Count: 3,884

Summary: A taxi, an interview, a drink, and then an attempted abduction.

Warnings: fluff, it gets dark for like two seconds, a family of pickpockets, whoop whoop that’s the sound of da police.

The bustling streets of Cleveland were no match for someone 10 minutes late to an interview. This was your fifth job lined up this week, and you tanked the other four. You had no luck when it came to these things, and no one wants to hire someone without experience.

You have two weeks to figure something out, or else your landlord is kicking you from your tiny studio. It’s above a Chinese restaurant, so the smell and heat alone are not worth what she’s charging in rent. You know you don’t have any other options.

You find the corner you told the taxi to meet you at, but it is nowhere to be seen. You wait, no so patiently, biting the remnants of fingernails you have left. Like you said, you have no luck. You see the car stop at the red light across the intersection, and hope this driver doesn’t mind speeding.

You walk to the curb, raising your arm to hail the cab down. A blonde woman walks up in front of you, throwing her arm up walking backwards to match your stance. You have no clue what she’s doing; this taxi belongs to you.

“Excuse me?” You say, nudging past her to reach the car door faster. Her reflexes outmatch yours by a mile, she opens the door, sliding in. “I just thought, we share yeah?”

You stand holding the door open, looking side to side in disbelief. She can’t be serious. “Listen lady, I have an interview I’m already late for, I can’t do this today.” You plead.

You lean down to see the woman talking to the driver through the plexiglass. There’s no time to argue anymore. You slide into the black leather seat, slamming the door. “Me first.” You roll your eyes, jutting out the address of your destination.

The driver peels away, you take a chance to relax. Practiced questions go through your mind. You can’t mess this job up, you options were exhausted. You wipe your eyes, trying to ease the throbbing stress behind them. You pull your fingers away to see them covered in black streaks. Your eyes widen, you forgot you’re wearing makeup.

You grab your purse from beside you, searching for your bedazzled compact mirror. All of the contents of your bag were strewn across your lap, it’s gone. You throw your head back, grunting through your teeth. “What’s wrong?” Your co-passenger asks. You look over to her, the reason evident on your face.

“My mascara.” You say defeated. You know you must look like a pouting child to the woman. Her dark eyes give you pity, and her bottom lip puffs out. “Oh sweetie. I’ll help you.” She pulls a complimentary taxi tissue from the box between you. Wrapping it around her finger she test swipes under your eye.

You’re frozen in place, she’s absolutely gorgeous. You were too fogged by anger to even get a good look at her. If it wasn’t for her telling accent, you’d know she was foreign based on looks. No one from around here looked like her.

She reached forward with her other hand gently holding onto your chin; when a bump cause her fingers to run across your lips. Her eyes are focused on yours, meticulously wiping away the black lacquer. She pulls her tissued hand away, you think she’s finished. “How do I thank you?” You attempt to smile, she’s still holding your chin.

“Not finished.” She drops the tissue and licks her thumb, your eyebrows raise as she wipes just under your lip. “Lipstick.” She says casually, opting to wipe her finger on her shirt sleeve and not the tissue. You release a breath you didn’t know you were holding. “Thank you.” You’re too embarrassed now to attempt a conversation.

“No need to thank me, I do it gladly for a pretty woman like you.” You laugh out loud, you were the runt of the litter compared to her. “You don’t have to say that.” You say, letting your hair fall in your face. How did you go from hating this woman for making you later; to wanting her to kiss you?

“That will be 12 dollars.” The driver breaks you out of the daze she put you in. You nod your head, fishing for your debit card. The blonde woman reaches past you, taping to pay on his card reader. “Go crush that interview, pretty woman.” She says, reaching past you again to open your door.

You’re speechless as she shoos you out of the cab. You turn to look at the office building behind you and the taxis already gone. You didn’t even get her name. You kick yourself as you walk into the building, the woman more present on your mind than the interview.

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That’s all it took, the woman’s face consuming your every thought. You didn’t overthink the questions the manager asked. You literally couldn’t, too preoccupied with the way the corners of her lips curled up. You smiled as you looked over your new work schedule. You knew you could do it, god, you’re so happy you could kiss that stranger in the back of the taxi.

You walk out of the building, eyes in a crescent shape, your smile touching each ear. “How did it go?” Your head jerks to the side and your smile instantly fades. What was once a meet cute is now an almost stalker situation. “What are you doing here?” You say, stopping in your tracks. No matter how attractive a person is, you always have your guard up.

She throws her hands up “Hey, no need to act that way. I just felt too invested to not know. So?” She says, not ashamed of her actions, fully expecting you to answer her. “I uh, I got the job.” You can’t help but to smile at your little victory.

“Sounds like we need to celebrate.” She says, pulling her phone from her pocket, searching for bars nearby. You find yourself raising your brows at the stranger yet again. “I’m sorry, but I don’t really hang out with strangers, who invaded my taxi.” You say, regretting turning her down.

She nods her head, stuffing her phone back into her pocket. “You know, I just thought you owe me.” She steps closer to you, entering your personal space. “You won’t get a drink with me but you’ll let me pay your fair?” You look up to meet her eyes, they have a deviance to them. “You did that before I had the chance.” You almost shy away from her, but then she’s telling you her name. “I’m Yelena, and you’re Y/N?”

“How do you know my name?” You say, anxiety coming back. “When he dropped me off, that’s what he called me.” She nods over to the taxi, idle on the curb. “So, can I buy you a drink for being a good girl and getting the job, or not?” Your cheeks blush, no one had ever called you a good girl before.

“One drink.” You say, trying to play off all the emotions flowing through you. “Yay, that’s what I like to see.” She says, grabbing your hand to pull you to the taxi. Her hand was warm, and strong, you don’t know if she saw it the way you did, but it had you gushing yet again.

“Three blocks down, take a right.” She says to the driver, undoubtedly happy to have so much business from you two. “I appreciate whatever interest you have in me, but what’s going on in your life that you can just minorly stalk a stranger?” You say, needing to know more about the mysterious woman.

She smiles at you, “I was bored.”. Hard to believe she had nothing better to do. “So you invaded my taxi for fun?” She shakes her head, “I came back, for fun.” She looks out the window and knocks on the glass “We’re here. Don’t wait up.”

You jump out of the car and wait on her to pay. What a gentleman you giggle to yourself. “Come with me.” She doesn’t reach for your hand this time. Instead she strides in front of you, swinging open the door to the little pub. “My mother works here, so free drinks.” She nods you in.

Can this day get any better you laugh to yourself. Now she grabs your hand and pulls you to the bar. “Mama, this is Y/N.” She yells over the drunk hum of the pub. Her mother looked too young to actually be her mother. They shared no resemblance at all. “Hello Y/N, I’m Melina.” She reaches out to shake your hand, but before she can, Yelena interrupts “Not her, Mama.” She says giver her mother a stern look.

Melina just blinks at her, giving you no indication on what she meant. She still reaches forward and shakes your hand, “It’s nice to meet one of Yelena’s friends.” She says.

“I wouldn’t go that far but.” You say, poking fun at you two being complete strangers. “We’re not friends.” Yelena says, clarifying that whatever this was, wasn’t friendly.

“Good to know.” You say, ordering a beer from her mom. Yelena sits on the stool beside you, speaking up when her mother walks away. “I didn’t mean it like that.”

You take a swig of the beer that was at in front of you. “I didn’t take it any certain way.”. Yelena just looks at you, picking up her beer. “I like you more than that.” She takes a sip, looking away from you. So she was interested.

“So, Yelena, what else do you do besides pester strangers?” You flirt with her, picking at your nails and avoiding eye contact.

She grabs your hand, running her thumb across the peeled skin. “I like meeting new people, it’s not a crime.” You nod your head, letting her play with your fingers. “I’m kind of in my family business.” She says, not letting on to any more information.

“And what would that be? You can’t bring me to your moms bar and act coy now.” She downs the rest of her beer, looking over at you as the last few drops fall from the glass. “You wanna see the family business?” She stands, waving over her mother.

You nod, jumping off your stool. “I’ll see you at home Mama.” “You girls be safe, don’t hurt anyone!” You laugh out loud, not knowing how serious she was being. She starts walking down the sidewalk with you in tow. “Where are we going?” You say, bumping into a man that split Yelena and you apart. You roll your eyes, looking ahead to see Yelena picking up a woman’s purse for her. How caring, you think.

She walks beside you, looping her arm in yours. “To my house.” She says, stopping to smell fresh flowers at a kiosk. “First I meet your mom, now you’re taking me home. What did I do to deserve this?” You laugh.

She makes a quick turn down an alley, dragging you along. “It’s only weird if you make it weird.” She makes a great point. “This is me.” She says, opening a metal back door. “Nat, I’m Home.” She yells out, slinging down her bag.

“You’re home early.” A red head comes hopping down the stairs. She was just as beautiful as Yelena. Too gorgeous to be from around here. “Who’s this?” She says, aiming her attention towards you.

“I’m Y/N.” You give her a small wave, sheepishly standing behind Yelena. She smiles, mumbling to Yelena about needing to pay the water bill. “I’ll get it as soon as I can, it’s been a slow day.”

“Not slow, you’ve been preoccupied.” Nat bites back. Yelena groans “Let’s do this later, please.” She begs, not wanting to to make her company suffer through sisters arguing.

Nat turns around, ascending the stairs. “I thought you meant your business was out of your home, it looks pretty normal in here.” You say still in the dark.

“It is.” She points to the 70 inch tv behind her. You take a better look around and notice brand new appliances in the dilapidated kitchen. There were holes in the couch cover, but a MacBook was sitting on the coffee table. Your eyebrows furrow, “Not to be rude, but it kind of seems like your priorities are out of line. If the water bill needs paid, why own a Mac?” You might have overstepped.

“I’m trying to jailbreak it, it’s not ours.” She says, understanding your confused position. “Oh.” You say, still not understanding.

Yelena walks to the living room, sitting on the couch. “Wanna watch something?” She says, scrolling through Netflix. You accompany her, squeezing in on the love seat. “Of course, i didn’t have plans or anything.” You say sarcastically. This beautiful stranger could keep you here for days and you wouldn’t even notice that time past.

“I got you something.” She says, finally picking a movie. “How is that even possible, we met less than two hours ago.” She hadn’t been out of your sight since the interview. She pulls a tiny gold chain bracelet from her pocket. “I can’t accept that.” You say, feeling instant guilt that she spent money on you.

“It’s nothing, really.” She says, clasping it around your wrist. “I found it.”. You ogle the shining gold, you’d never owned anything like this. “How do I thank you?” You say, turning towards her in your seat. “Don’t, it’s nothing.” She assures you.

You look at your wrist to admire your new bracelet and see the time staring back at you. “It’s getting late, I should probably go.” You say, gathering yourself to leave. “Right.” Yelena says sadly, not letting you see the way her eyes hardened.

You take out a ripped piece of an envelope from your purse and quickly jot down your phone number. You lean over the couch, holding the paper beside her face, due to her keeping her back to you. “Call me.” You say, waiting for her to take the paper. She turns to give you a tight lipped smile and gently snatches the paper from you, throwing it down on the coffee table.

You wonder what changed, one second she’s gushing over you, now she’s acting like you really are a stranger. Walking out of the back alley door, you close it without another word. That was weird, you think to yourself as you make your way towards the smell of home.

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You smile as you walk up to a neon red dragon. A bell jingles when you enter, alerting Kevin that someone was here. “I’ll be right with you!” He has his back to you while on the phone, probably taking an order. “It’s just me Kev.” He turns around and gives you a smile, rolling his eyes pointing at the phone. You laugh, he always tells you about horrible customers.

The phone claps on the hook and he turns toward the counter. “You look like your day was worse than mine.” He says, packing a brown paper bag with white containers. You shake your head no. “It was just random. First this woman tries to steal my taxi,”. He raises an eyebrow at you. “Right! Dude I was so pissed. But something else happened that kind of made up for the bad start.” He places the packed bag under the heat lamps. “SPILL IT!” He says, wiping down the counter in front of you.

“I got the job!” You squeal, no one was in the restaurant or else you would’ve been scolded by Kevin’s dad. “Girl, I am so happy for you, now you can tell Mrs. Jones to suck it. You’re not going anywhere.” She was the restaurants landlord too. Kevin’s Dad had many problems with her in the past, but he always figured it out, he told you that you would figure it out too.

“Hopefully, just keep your fingers crossed that everything works out.” You say to him, a customer walks in and Kevin switches his attention. You phone dings and you pull it from your pocket.

Unknown: sorry about earlier, I wanna see you again.

You stare down at the screen, maybe she didn’t have a change of heart. Kevin walks back up to you, his apron gone and the kitchen lights off. Typing out a quick reply you stand from your stool. “Who you texting?” He says, curious.

“No one, just the woman from the taxi…” you say, hoping he doesn’t catch on. “And why would you be texting her?” He ushers you out of the store, locking up for the night.

“We might have gotten a drink after the interview. And I might have went back to her house.” You look at your feet, far too ashamed to face your friend.

“Okay, where do I even begin? Are you crazy?” Kevin says, grabbing your arm, stopping you from turning down the alley to your door. “Hear me out.” You laugh, trying to play off the severity of it.

Kevin crosses him arms, “Please, explain why you threw caution to the wind and went on a rendezvous with a possible murderer. I’m listening.”.

“First of all, she’s not a murderer. Secondly, she’s hot.” You say, finally making the short walk to your door. You unlock it and look behind you. Kevin shakes his head in disapproval, “Just, promise to be safer next time?” He asks, pressing a button on his key that makes a loud beeping sound. The headlights of his car flickered against the side of the building.

“Yeah, yeah, promises, promises. Get home safe.” You wave him off as you walk into your stairway entry. Climbing the stairs in the dark. You reach the top to see your front door cracked open, a light coming from inside.

You’re sure you locked both doors before you left. You slowly step into the small studio, you’re facing the open bathroom door when you enter. No one was in there, unless they’re hiding behind your clear shower curtain. You step out from behind the door to see someone sitting in your chair, facing the window.

Without thinking you shout out, “What are you doing in my house?”. If you could slap yourself right now, you would. You constantly say the wrong thing, and here you were being slightly too nice to an intruder. They turn the chair around and every hair on your body stands.

“Yelena?” You say, terror showing in your eyes. She just sits there. “How do you know where I live? Why are you here? Did you break into my house?” You take a step back, not wanting to believe it.

“I had to, you gave me no other choice. Running away like that earlier.” She ignores your other questions. You scoff, “I wasn’t running away. It got late, besides I don’t really have to explain myself to you.” Your hand reaches in your pocket, grasping your phone.

You know you should’ve called the police as soon as you seen the door open. But you just can’t help yourself. Yelena noticed your hand gripping something. “I think you might have mistaken my kindness.” She says. A chill runs down the back of your spine, “What? This?” You take the golden chain from your wrist, and throw it to her lap.

She wraps it around her fingers, smiling. “You should feel lucky, I don’t take every girl to meet my mom.” She says, standing up and walking towards you. You take another step before your back hits the wall. You look to your right, the dark stairs were your only exit. Before you could react she was slamming the door on your foot.

You scream out in pain and try to pry the door off your foot. Yelena steps closer to you now that you’re trapped. “You’re a psycho!” You yell in her face. Kevin was right, the woman from the taxi is a murderer.

“Why do you make things so hard for yourself, huh?” She caresses your cheek and you push her hand away. “See?” She tuts.

She opens the door and you jerk your foot free. You lung toward your kitchenette. A knife block sat at the edge of your counter. Maybe if you had a knife she’d leave. Before you could take a step she trips you, grabbing your arm and twisting it behind your back. She leads you to your bed.

You don’t fight back in fear of her breaking your arm. You know you can’t scream. Kevin was the last one out down stairs. The carpet store next door was closed because the owners were on vacation. You’re forced to sit down on the edge of it. She doesn’t let go of your arm and stands in front of you. “What do you want?”.

Tears start to form in your eyes. Yelena juts out her bottom lip and runs her hand over your hair, “Don’t cry baby girl, I don’t want to hurt you.” She coos.

You roll your eyes “then what?” You can’t play along for much longer before you really try to escape. “Natasha says I’m not good with rejection.” She says, inspecting the threads on your shirt.

You feel something in your heart, like it broke a little bit for her, how could she possibly think you rejected her. “I would never reject you, look at you.” You say, pleading for this to end. It almost hurt your feelings being in her presence reminded you how Neanderthal you were compared to her.

“Then why did you leave?” She says, acting like she has all the answers. “You left to go sit in an empty Chinese restaurant.” She says, looking at her feet, now not feeling so confident, she thought she wasn’t as important as fortune cookies and low mein.

“Kevin closes up alone every night, what kind of friend would I be if I let him do that? There’s safety in numbers, that is all, I promise. I would’ve stayed if it wasn’t for that.” You explain yourself to her, just like you said you didn’t have to do.

You find yourself feeling guilty, like this was all a misunderstanding. “I’m sorry I made you feel like I was running away from you.” You look up into her eyes, “let’s just forget all this, okay?” You say, desperately needing her to remove the pressure from your arm.

“I don’t think I can do that. What’s stopping you from turning me in for breaking and entering? What’s stopping you from pressing charges?” She says, thinking over her options.

The words spill from your mouth before you have a chance to stop them “Why would I call the cops on my girlfriend? That’s not very nice.” You say, playing along with her psycho antics. You force a smile, even though your arm was on fire.

Yelena searches your eyes for sincerity, she must have found some, since she releases you arm and massages your shoulder. “Sorry about that.” She says, sitting beside you on the bed.

You nod, rubbing your nervous hands on your knees. “Girlfriend huh?” Yelena teases. You look over to her, wondering if she’s serious. “Break into my house and subdue me huh?”.

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The Third Widow || Power & Control

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff X Fem! Belova! Reader.

Summary: Y/n Belova is the younger biological sister of Yelena Belova and the adoptive sister of Natasha Romanoff. Saved from Red Room by Melina & Alexei she now must adjust to a new normal. Going to school, recovering, and finding love in the eyes of another troubled teen, Wanda Maximoff. All while General Dreykov has his eyes set on claiming back what he calls his most powerful ‘widow’.

Angst | Dark Themes 18+ | Mentions of committing murder | Mentions of kidnapping | Brief stalking | 3.5K |

Notes: Flashbacks are bold, italic and start with ‘~’ | Written in second person. | 

Translations: Убить Белова (Kill Belova), 

AC: Small time jumps through this chapter, not many but just a few to get the ball moving again. 

The Third Widow Masterlist

Melina, Alexei, Yelena and the other Widows arrived back at Melina's home for a must needed rest. Yelena checks the house through and through before letting anybody inside. "She was here" she looked to Melina, as the Alexei got everybody comfortable. "How do you know?" she whispered not wanting to worry the others. 

"Her bedroom door was opened, and her sketch book opened on her bed. I have to go find her" Yelena hands Melina the dust vile, "I need to bring her back so we can free her like we did the others" she adds. "Yelena, stay first, you need rest as well" Melina suggests as she places the vile safely in the inside pocket of her suit. 

"She's out there and she needs rest as well. I'll be back, I'm just going to go back and search for her" 

"You can't! S.H.E.I.L.D will be all over that place and I doubt she would be there. Give it a few days and we will all go looking, okay" 

Yelena sighed in frustration, but she knew Melina was right and you wouldn't be stupid enough to stick around. She took herself upstairs to the room she once called her own, Melina leaving it exactly how she left it. The photo of you and her in Red Room many years ago sat by her bedside table but it didn't bring her the same joy it once did. 

Meanwhile, you were busy finding a safe place to lay low and gather yourself, work out what was next for you. Finding an abandoned, run-down warehouse that still had a power connection seemed to be the perfect place for shelter while avoiding not only S.H.E.I.L.D but also the Avengers. Even with Dreykov dead, his voice ran through your mind like a hamster on its wheel. Repeating your mission over and over, "Убить Белова" along with a split-second flash of her mug shot in your mind. "Убить Белова" again and again wasn't convincing you of completing the mission, not even to avenge him. A state of confusion from what you found at Melina's house was what stopped you from overreacting. Instead you made yourself comfortable with the limited resources you had and tried to shake Dreykov's voice running laps in your head. 

As the weeks went on, you couldn't forget the last words that Dreykov had ever said to you about the mission that was yet to be completed started to take over your mind set. Even with Dreykov dead, he still had some control over your thoughts, feelings, and actions. The warehouse seemed to be a perfect hide out as you watched Melina's house from a safe distance throughout the day. Watching and listening the best you could to the conversations that traveled around the home. 

"I still don't have any leads to where she could be!" Yelena said as she followed Melina out to the pig's pen. "We will find a lead when things settle down and we hear from Natasha" Melina replied before filling the pig's water with fresh water. "We don't know when we'll hear from Natasha!" Yelena argued in frustration.

 "I know you want to find her, I do too but with everything in the air still, we need to be smart about this" 

"She's out there! Alone! She doesn't have a place to go back too!" Yelena snapped, "if you won't help me, I'll find somebody who will!" she added before storming off. Her words making your heart feel like it was breaking lightly. You watched as the blonde stormed back inside the familiar building while Melina stayed attending to the pigs. 

Yelena thought about seeking help from Wanda in hopes maybe she'd be the one to draw you out of finding or at least find her some sort of clue as to where you might be. Given the way they'd been towards each other since your kidnapping, Yelena wasn't exactly sure if Wanda would be open to the idea. She even thought about asking Kate for extra help but struggled to put her issues with Kate aside, knowing how much she hurt her when she left. 

"Give her time" Alexei placed a hand on Yelena's shoulder, "she'll come around" he adds. "What time do we have?! Y/n is missing and none of you give a shit!" Yelena spat, her built up hurt and anger showing its colors. "If you were Y/n, where would you go?" Alexei asked while looking into Yelena's green eyes, "I've already done that, I've got to all the places I thought she'd go, I've been back to the sight and there was nothing! It's like she just vanished" Yelena explained, her frown now becoming more of a headache, "She's still under Dreykov's control, even dead and he has her hidden!" She adds, shrugging off Alexei's hand from her shoulder. Alexie didn't want to anger Yelena anymore but just like Melina, he had no answers to give the young blonde in front of him. The only thing he could do was assure her that you'd be found and when that happens, you'd be safe once again. 

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For you, trying to connect the dots between what you knew, heard, and were told was starting to take its toll. As you sat alone in the dark with dimmed light most of the time while your mind tried to work out what was going on. With no memory of anything besides Red Room, you couldn't remember anything that would be any help to you and now the only person you needed, the person you relied on was dead. Taking his secrets and the answers to your endless questions with him. 

The power Dreykov held over you, even dead was beyond you. His voice running through your mind now with things you didn't care to remember, making you think about the last time you saw him, the last thing he ever said too you but more importantly, the last mission he gave you, "Убить Белова". Maybe if you carried out that mission it would make the voice in your head stop but what purpose would you have if that mission was carried out and you did in fact kill Yelena. 

Natasha was able to get the Avengers back together with minor difficulties, she didn't mention too much about the events that took place with Red Room and reuniting with Yelena. All they knew was that General Dreykov was dead, and that Red Room was finally taken down. Clint of course knew the details of everything that had happened, Natasha telling him everything down to the depts of her deepest feelings. Feelings about how much she truly missed you and wished she, Yelena, Melina and Alexei could've saved you. Clint offered his hand in giving her and Yelena help in tracking you down.

Clint and Natasha worked off the records in tracking you down, but it seemed harder than Natasha thought. Even though she was trained in Red Room and had to think smarter than she already was. Clint could see the strain the stress was causing her, the frustration but he knew Natasha better than anymore. She would find you, one way or another. 

"She's still in Ohio" Clint entered Natasha's room while she was catching up on late minute mission reports. "What?" She looked at him confused; her mind completely focused on the screen in front of her. Clint plugged the USB hard drive into her laptop, taking control of the device, pulling up street CCTV footage of a woman he believes to be you as you walked around a street market in black jeans, runners and a black hoodie. "How can you tell it's her? You never met her" Natasha frowns while watching the footage. 

"Just wait" Clint says, pushing the laptop more in front of Natasha again. She watched from different angles as you walked by stalls Natasha noticed the skilled pick pocketing skills you'd gained, swiping purses and wallets from passing people, "Watch right there!" Clint paused the footage, "Tell me this isn't her" he adds before pressing play once again. You were stopped in your tracks by a poster print of Black Widow, picking it up slowly to study the image. "This doesn't prove that it's her, Clint" Natasha looked up at him with a raised brow. 

"Look, I had Lewis follow her through the market and she was able to pick her up on some other CCTV footage" Clint explained, "when was this taken?" Natasha asked while watching the footage. "Just over a week ago" Clint replied with a disappointed sigh. Natasha looked at her closest friend and saw that he was trying his best to help, "What else did you find?" she asked him. It didn't take any longer before Natasha believed that it was you, watching as you easily moved your way through the crowded market and down the main road before disappearing down the back alleys. 

"What do you think?" Clint asked when the footage stopped, Natasha lent back in her chair with a train of thought before looking up at Clint, "I have to go home" she replied. 

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"Убить Белова" 

Dreykov's voice echoed through your mind as you made modifications to your poor handgun that you brought of a young male on the street only a few days earlier. News traveled quickly around Ohio that multiple people were reporting their bank cards and cash stolen while shopping although the police had no leads that they could go on, even if they did, you weren't bothered. You'd watched Melina and Alexei's house until you'd made up your mind, the only way to get Dreykov's voice out of your head was to carry out the mission until successful, kill Belova. 

Once the handgun was completed, you placed it in the large black carry bag along with the rest of your equipment that you'd mustered over the week. Different types of grenades, two handguns equipped with silencers, a rifle for long range that also was modified with a silencer and a better sight ranger, an SMG, night vision googles, plenty of ammunition and of course, melee weapons. As for a suit, ripping apart your widow suit and coming up with a design of your own, taking note of what you hated most about the original black suit and replacing it with something you thought was better. 

"I thought you might want to see this" one of the young males you'd paid to help you acquire your equipment placed his mobile phone in front of you. 

"GUYS!! BLACK WIDOW JUST CAME INTO MY DADS STORE!!" 

Read the social media post causing a cold smile forming on your lips, "Does this change anything?" The young man asked. Without as much as a light chuckle you walked over to your safe, another item the man collected for you, punched in your code and grabbed the left-over large clicks of money before tossing it over to him. "Take it, share it and get out of here" you said looking him in the eyes. He tossed it back and shook his head, "Take it as rent or whatever" he replied. 

"Rent?" you asked with a frown. 

"We want to stay. We don't care what it is you do, but" the man paused for a moment and let out a sigh, "we haven't had a roof over our head in so long, one that doesn't get us soaked through the winter. We'll stay out of your way, we'll do our thing, we'll keep paying you money to let us stay" he explained. You'd picked him and his friends off the street, paid them generously for their services and told them as long as you needed their help, they could stay at the warehouse. "Please, we have done everything you've asked us to do and we haven't said a single word to the police or anybody" his begging only made you shake your head in reply. 

"Get out of here, you can't stay" you tossed the money back to him and grabbed your suit, "you won't win" he said, stopping you in your tracks before turning to face him again, "What?" you questioned. "Killing Black Widow, that's what you're doing, right? I saw the same symbol on your suit before you cut it up" he explained, "she's a part of the avengers, they have been saving the world for years and you're just one person" he adds. Chuckling at his words, you took a few steps closer to him, enough to see the nervous sweat drops stream from his forehead, "she is no widow, you know nothing" you replied in a low tone, "I don't want to see you again or your friends, now get out of here" you added staring into his brown eyes. After searching your eyes, he realized you were serious, "Fine" he mumbled as he turned his back to you, "don't forget your money" you said before walking away. 

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Melina opened the door slightly shocked to see Natasha standing on the other side, "Natasha if I knew you were coming, I would've made dinner" she greeted her, "I wish it was a friendly call in" Nat sighed, "is Yelena staying here?" She asked. "She is but she's not here at the moment, she hasn't stopped looking for Y/n since Red Room was destroyed" Melina explained., "That's why I'm here" Natasha looked at Melina, "Y/n is here in Ohio, and I know how to find her" she adds with a promising tone. "You best come inside then, have a drink" Melina opened the door wider. 

The two walked into the kitchen, Melina pouring them a shot of vodka each before she asked any questions. "Where's Alexei?" Natasha asked as she looked around slightly. "He's out, he worries about Yelena so whenever she goes wondering, he follows" the reply sounded almost disappointing, "Anyway, what do you know?" Melina asked to shift the topic. 

Natasha downed the shot of vodka then looked back at Melina. "When I spoke with Dreykov he mentioned that Y/n mission was to kill Yelena. When I saw her, she had no idea who I was, he spoke to her as if she was a pet. Now that Dreykov is dead, she has nowhere to go and she's still under his control, I think she might come for Yelena" Natasha explained as Melina poured the two of them another shot. "Then we do what we have done with all the other Widow's" Melina replied as if Nat's thoughts didn't faze her, "Yelena has been looking for her non-stop, how did you find her?" she added before downing her second shot. 

"CCTV footage, those headlines you keep seeing about people reporting their bank cards and wallets getting stole, it's her and she was very sly with how she's done it. She needs that money for something, it's not just food and clothes. I think you need to bring both Yelena and Alexei back so we can talk about this. From what Dreykov said, I have a feeling Y/n is going to be a lot harder to free than the others" Natasha explained. 

"They could be gone for days; I don't know where they are. My job is to stay here and make more of that counteragent gas"

"When did they leave?"

"Yesterday morning, they have been running around in circles with no leads. Tell me you're not going to promise Yelena something you can't keep, Natalia" Melina screwed the lid back on the vodka bottle as Natasha looked at her differently at the sound of a name she hasn't heard in a long time. "I've learnt never to make promises" Natasha replied.

After waiting only a few short hours, Yelena and Alexei returned. Yelena was furious that Alexei had been keeping an eye on the assassin from a distance, but that anger was quickly forgotten about once Natasha had explained everything to the three of them in greater detail, even showing the CCTV footage. 

"I want to keep this between us until she is freed!" Yelena spoke up, looking at Natasha. "Well, actually, I've already spoken to Wanda" Natasha replied, "we could use her if anything and besides, she already knows Y/n probably better than the four of us" she added knowing her comment would hurt Yelena, but it was the truth. Wanda was the one who had spent the most time with you before Dreykov had claimed you back. 

"Is Wanda here?" Yelena asked.

 "She's on her way. She had some things to deal with first"

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"Would you like me to come with you?" Vision asked as Wanda packed a bag, not caring what she'd placed inside just as long as it had spare clothes and anything else she may need. "No, honey" she replied without even looking up at Vision. "Wanda, please" he begged taking a few steps closer to her and placing a hand on top of hers. Wanda closed her eyes just for a second before she turned and looked Vision in the eyes knowing she'd have to finally tell him about the lost love she once knew. 

"It's important that you stay" she said, taking his hand into hers, "This isn't anything to do with the team, it's something that Natasha and I need to deal with" she explained hoping she could answer any questions he had when she'd return. "I don't understand what is so important that can't be shared with me, is it Natasha's business?" Vision asked knowing that if it were Natasha's business than he would not bother to ask anything more. "It is her business just as much as it is mine" Wanda replied as she sat on the edge of the bed and looked up at her now lover. 

"Natasha as a younger sister, not Yelena. She doesn't speak about her and nor do I, I'm not sure why…I guess we just found it easier to not. I met Y/n when she was freed from the Widow program" Wanda smiled softly to herself at the first memory she had of you, "She was young, confused and just wanted to do good. Yelena introduced her to Kate and I one day at school and for some reason I was so curious about her, I'd never looked at anybody as long as I looked at her. I knew it made her uncomfortable, but she came around eventually…long story short, she was taken again, and we haven't been able to find her" Wanda added as she wiped the tears building in her eyes, "now Natasha think she's found her and with what I can do…I need to be there" 

Vision sat down beside Wanda and once again took her hand into his, stroking her knuckles with his thumb. "I'm sensing there was more to this Y/n" he spoke in a lightening tone to brighten the mood a little, it caused Wanda to chuckle lightly as she turned to face him, "A lot more" she said with a broken smile. 

"You loved her?" Vision asked, not in a demanding tone but just to confirm his own questions. 

Wanda's eyes dropped to her lap as more tears filled her eyes, "I never got the chance too" she spoke, "we were only teenagers, but I saw something special in her" Wanda added she began to look up at Vision again, "I don't mean to hurt you Vis and I should've told you a lot sooner but I –" 

"Wanda, it's okay" Vision butted in, "I've always thought there was something you didn't want to share with me. I couldn't make you share it but I knew one day you would" he assured her, bringing a hand up to gently wipe her tears, "she is important to you"

"But so are you Vis"

"I will wait for you, at the compound. When you return, we'll work this out but right now, you are needed elsewhere" he smiled softly even though he knew the outcome of the relationship before the words left his mouth. "A-are you sure?" Wanda asked, her heart breaking for a man she loved but knew she couldn't love forever. Vision nodded before placing a soft kiss on Wanda's lips, the last kiss he knew they'd share. 

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Once Wanda had arrived at Melina and Alexei's house, they all began to come up with a game plan on what to do next. Wanda expressed that she'd only use her magic if absolutely need be and agreed to refill your mind with the memories you had before being taken. Yelena didn't admit it but nothing had scared her more than knowing her own sister was coming after her with no memory of the sisterly bond they shared, Natasha could see it clear in Yelena's eyes as if she'd shared the unspoken worry with her once before. 

Melina got to work immediately to make more of the counteragent gas that would be used on you to finally free you once and for all and Alexei, well, he did what Alexei always did, focused on the mission.

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