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ladyylesbian · 3 years ago

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“Got one of you, Romanoff.” Tony chuckled through the comms - listen i know i shouldn’t wanna be a black widow but like….

Staring. That was the only thing you can think of to do to stay calm - accurate. i’d do the same

They’ll find you, they always do in the end no matter how many times you disable your tracker. No matter how many times you ran and hid - I TRIED TO RUN AWAY 😭😭

‘normal cuffs’ you thought to yourself as you finally looked down at your hands. Well this will be easy - my confidence

she finally moves and places stronger metal cuffs around the other pair holding my hands down to the table - ah rude

You knew right now you were screwed. There's no going back now. - no going back? that sounds like we’re gonna do something stupid

the panic in your mind began to shout at you to move to do something - well yes it’s a mysterious drug that’s about to be put in me

slight cracking could be heard - 👀 cool

“You could have just asked me to come with you, you know? No need for sedatives Natalia.” - i feel like we wouldn’t have and also using that name cannot be good

before you could even say anything everything was black - yeah sounds right

Time felt like it hadn't even passed, wait how long had passed? - ah shit

You knew exactly where on your body would cause the most damage - of course i do

it was like you had your brain back and you had no clue why or how - :( this is such a a good sad

you just knew you couldn't do any of it, this life has drained you - yeah..

That's even if you can call yourself you anymore - :/ hmph

Dropping your zipper in a panic you felt arms wrap around you. “Why the fuck would you do that y/n!” - ….i’m tired..

behind you is Natasha, she looks panicked, sad, scared, like she didn't know what to do - no no natty don’t be here

you're safe - shut up

Help, Safe, Trust. Three words you don't even remember hearing for the longest time - ouch

this universe has been harsh to you and you have had todo things at such a young age that no child should ever have had todo, it all dwelled on you. Maybe it’d be better off if the world was rid of a person like you - i want to be hugged and also give someone a hug but also i don’t wanna be touched at all

You were too scared to tell Natasha, you felt like you were reminding her of her past too much and you hated the idea of even the possibility of making her upset - yeah sounds like something i’d do. not talk to the one person who could understand and help me out of hear of causing them some negative emotion

the first time hearing you laugh genuinely - 🥺🥺 i’m feeling emotions

it didn't feel like you were constantly drowning anymore and little did she know she felt exactly the same - stop….ow. i wish more than anything to feel this one day

the same nightmares plagued your mind over and over - fun fact i rotate between the same 6 nightmares every night so i relate

“FRIDAY, can you keep me updated on y/n’s sleeping state and vitals please. Let me know if there are any signs of distress.” she called out to the AI - this is like so sweet to me

putting one of her hands on your cheek turning your head to look into her eyes. The other hand, takes one of yours and puts it over her heart holding it there tightly. “Look at me y/n/n look at me! Follow my breathing, feel my heart, follow me. - no i wanna cry. imagine someone helping you like this

That's how you felt with Natasha, safe. - accurate. she’s my comfort character

please let me sleep.” - yeah so i’m totally not doing good rn

Looking into her eyes you see them flicker to your lips but they're gone so quickly you're not even sure it was real, but you're willing to take that chance. - YES

I'll protect you, I always will. Even from the nightmares.” - i’m just gonna laugh through my pain

I knew someone who said they knew you very well.” Natashas face dropped from your statement - my yelena baby

“So you’re telling me Yelena lied?” - AHHHHHH

// the emotional rollercoaster i went through from starting to read this then my phone glitching and losing it to finding it again to feeling like i was getting punched in the gut to the softest happiness to grace me to shock. wow honestly this was AMAZING!! beautifully, beautifully written!

NONE OF THIS WAS MEANT TO HAPPEN

NATASHA ROMANOFF x BLACKWIDOW!READER

SUMMARY; You grew up in the Red Room. What happens when The Avengers manage to apprehend you on a mission when shots are fired at The Black Widow and they decide to take you in.

WARNINGS; mentions of abuse, swearing, suicide attempt, self doubt, mental health.

-PLEASE READ WITH CAUTION-

WORD COUNT; 4.4K

im sorry that this is extremely long I got carried away.

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The Avengers were out on a mission tracking down an enhanced individual that they had been tracking for months now. They were all in position, had eyes on the target just as Natasha went to intervene a bullet flew past her head just nipping her cheek and leaving a cut. Tony had eyes on the shooter, flying straight up a building to arrest said shooter.

“Got one of you, Romanoff.” Tony chuckled through the comms causing Natasha to lose eyes on the target, lucky enough Wanda had managed to throw her wisps straight towards the enhanced knocking them down in seconds. Going out to catch one, coming back with two. Maybe nearly getting shot in the head was worth it? Who knows.

Back at the compound the enhanced was put in a controlled cell and left to be dealt with by Fury. However the mystery shooter sat in an interrogation room. Behind the one way glass stood, Nat, Steve and Tony. They all stood in silence, all trying to figure out what was going on. “What did you mean by one of me?” Nats voice coming out strong and steady. Tony turned to look at Nat then back to the now noticeable young woman sitting staring back through the one way glass straight into Natashas eyes, it was as if the young woman knew Natasha was standing right there. “She has your hourglass on her belt. I thought the Red Room was gone and destroyed, Romanoff?” He turned back to Nat with a questioning look on his face. They knew where she grew up, knew the type of programme it was, they didn't know the ins and outs but they knew enough. They knew what they needed to know. “I-I don't know what to say Tony. I thought it was but I’m clearly wrong if I’m staring at another widow” Natasha stutters at first but the aggression in her tone starts to pick up, Steve deciding to definitely stay quiet clearly seeing the anger and confusion in Natashas eyes.

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Staring. That was the only thing you can think of to do to stay calm. This wasn't part of the plan, this wasn't the mission. ‘Kill The Black Widow, Natasha Romanoff at whatever cost even if you die in the process. Do you understand?’ His sickening yet scary voice sounded round in your head like it was a song you had memorised and one that you'll never forget. They’ll find you, they always do in the end no matter how many times you disable your tracker. No matter how many times you ran and hid. They still found you and the punishment that followed it was never something you could ever truly escape from, something you knew you would NEVER escape from even if you were stuck in a building with The Avengers.

Just as you finally snapped yourself out of your own thoughts she walked in staring right at you as you continued to stare through the glass. Already cursing at yourself inside for thinking about them instead of looking for a way out, already forgetting your basic training. How could you be so stupid right now. She approached the chair sitting across from you, just the table separating you. Your hands in cuffs tied to the table, ‘normal cuffs’ you thought to yourself as you finally looked down at your hands. Well this will be easy. Maybe she knew you’d have some sort of serum going through your veins, things have changed alot since she was in the Red Room, but also not by much. You go to pull your cuffs until she finally moves and places stronger metal cuffs around the other pair holding my hands down to the table, great blockers also magnetic, quite a smart move really, definitely not easy now.

“He sent you to kill me. Didn't he?” You knew she would know why you were here but why not have a little fun. “I don’t know who HE is Miss Romanoff” a smirk crawling across your face. Part of her knew you’d play this game, no widow would willingly out anybody else from the Red Room especially with the fact that SHIELD up until this point didn't think it existed anymore. “Does he control you? Messing with your head? Telling you to do things but your body and mind are pulling at different sides on what to do? Like your mind is telling you not to but your body is just going along with it?” to say that Natasha caught you off guard in that moment did not shock you at all, you knew she was going to try and feed in what she experienced and what she saw others go through. You knew right now you were screwed. There's no going back now.

Another man entered the room at this point, you and Natasha staring into eachothers eyes. Anybody would think you were having a telepathic conversation. You were the one who broke eye contact, looking at the man. Average height, brown messy hair, glasses. Dr Bruce Banner, the Hulk in other words stood right in front of the door needle in hand turning to Natasha and getting a quick nod to continue what he came to do. He started to make his way towards you, the needle in his hand coming closer, the panic in your mind began to shout at you to move to do something , to do anything. Just as he was close enough you jumped from your chair keeping in mind your hands were stuck to the table and swiftly kicked him in the chest sending him flying into the wall beside you, slight cracking could be heard. You weren't quite sure if it was his skull or the wall but who cares. Natasha made her way to Bruce picking him up and taking him outside the room, it was clear to her you weren't going to corroborate she should have known to take the needle filled with sedatives and done the job herself.

You stay stood, eyes burning holes into the door waiting for another person to come. You could see the needle in your peripheral vision, you knew you couldn't reach it, it was just out of touch. She entered again not even bothering to share a glance with you and went straight to get the sedatives, you knew she was skilled, you knew you wouldn't win against her. She wasn't known as the BEST Black Widow to ever exist for nothing, she was a traitor, but she was still the best. “You could have just asked me to come with you, you know? No need for sedatives Natalia.” The name you chose to use clearly struck a nerve because before you even knew it, you were in a headlock; needle pinching into the side of your neck, vision already going blurry and before you could even say anything everything was black.

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1 week later,

You woke up with a bounding in your head, the good thing was the cuffs were gone. Bad thing you were in a glass cell. Time felt like it hadn't even passed, wait how long had passed? Looking around quickly despite the pain pulsing through your head, trying to figure out a way to get out of this box, but nothing. No way out. Growing frustrated you threw yourself at the glass, relentlessly smacking your head and fists against the glass screaming to be let out. You didn't even know if this was still SHIELD, he could have got to you. They could have been waiting for you to wake up to begin your punishment and well that was way worse in your head. Continuing your assault on the glass blood starts to seep from your knuckles and head with the amount of force you were committing too, you didn't know what to do. Looking down at your suit that was still clingy to your bones, hourglass gone and widow bites gone but the suits zipper still there you quickly made way to ripping the zipper off leaving you with the zipper in hand, you didnt realise it would be this sharp but you knew it would do the trick. You knew exactly where on your body would cause the most damage, maybe they should have changed you out of your suit. Your head didn't feel blurry anymore; it was just as if it was when you were younger. Well from what you could remember, the buzzing in your head wasn't there anymore like it normally was, it was like you had your brain back and you had no clue why or how. Maybe this was a trick, you couldn't let them trick you. You needed out and this was a way to get that no matter where you are, in the Avengers compound or Red Room that didn't matter anymore you just knew you couldn't do any of it, this life has drained you. That's even if you can call yourself you anymore.

Holding the zipper straight to your wrist and quickly pulling harshly down blood already seeping from your new wound an alarm started sounding around your room. Dropping your zipper in a panic you felt arms wrap around you. “Why the fuck would you do that y/n!” the voice shouted from behind you. Wait, how did they know your name? Trying your hardest to wiggle out of the person's grip, you whip your head around towards that voice and there behind you is Natasha, she looks panicked, sad, scared, like she didn't know what to do. Finally getting out of her grip you move yourself as quickly as you could due to the blood still seeping from your arm over to the other side of the cell. “NO GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM ME STAY BACK! THIS ISN'T REAL! YOU’RE NOT REAL! HE IS TRYING TO TRICK ME! I KNEW HE WOULD FIND ME HE ALWAYS DOES! STAY BACK!” Your outburst worried Natasha even more, why would he trick you with her? None of this made sense, she just knew she needed to keep you calm so she could help you. “Hey Y/n no come on I’m real, I know you think I’m not but he is NOT tricking you, you're safe here. He doesn't know where you are. We got your tracker out, we got out whatever he was putting in your head, you're safe. I need you to try and trust me I'm not here to hurt you, I'm here to help, we all are, ok?”

Help, Safe, Trust. Three words you don't even remember hearing for the longest time, but part of you wanted to. She knows what they do there, she can help. You think so anyway, but if you stay here you know you don't have long until you start getting even weaker and your body starts to lose way too much blood, do you risk this?

Do you risk your inevitable death or do you reach out into her arms and be safe? Do you risk the chance of a ‘normal’ life but be constantly looking over your shoulder waiting for him to appear and take you away again. You couldnt do this, this universe has been harsh to you and you have had todo things at such a young age that no child should ever have had todo, it all dwelled on you. Maybe it’d be better off if the world was rid of a person like you. Your mind is racing at this point the dizziness starting to settle in your body from the loss of blood. Looking down to your wrist and back at Natasha, you didnt know what todo. You was stuck, you didnt want this life anymore but the fear in her eyes showed you that if she let you die, she would never forgive herself. You might not have known Natasha personal but you for sure knew someone who always looked up to her growing up and if that person knew you chose death over being safe, you dont even want to think about the way she would hate you for that. Picking up your head you finally look back at Natasha, so many different emotions could be seen through your eyes.

You hesitantly moved back when she tried to slowly make her way towards you, she saw the resistance, she reached out her hand letting you know it was safe. You eyed her for a second before reaching out to hold her hand, she felt warm. A stark contrast to how you felt, cold. She rose to her feet, you following closely behind. She sat you down on the bed and grabbed some gauze that was laying next to her pressing it to your wrist. Hissing sharply she let out a small sorry. “I-I should be the one saying sorry.” the hoarseness from your voice making her look at you concerned. “No, no honestly y/n. You weren't in control, that wasn’t you. It was him in your head.” you decided to stay quiet after that, everything still being blurry in your mind. You knew it would still be some time until it was somewhat clear again.

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You had finally been at the compound for three months now. To say it was hard to adjust to the lifestyle was unbelievable. The only people who understood were Natasha and Bucky. Natasha having cycled through the Red Room herself and Bucky having been controlled by HYDRA, they knew how you were feeling just by your facial expression.

The hardest was sleeping, not being used to the cuffs that sat harshly around your wrists secured to the headboard not being there anymore. You were too scared to tell Natasha, you felt like you were reminding her of her past too much and you hated the idea of even the possibility of making her upset. She was surprised but understanding when you finally opened up to her one night 2 months ago.

You couldn't sleep so you had made your way down to the training room to hopefully tire you out so you could finally sleep. Stepping foot into the training room turning the corner you were met with Natasha throwing punches at the punching bag, a light sweat rolling down her head, dressed in pyjamas and not training clothes. “Bad dream?” your voice sounded so loud in the silence of the room, it startled her causing her to quickly turn around tense shoulders visible, you made your way over take hold of the back of the punching bag giving her the indication she can carry on punching. She didn't reply to you, so you decided to take a leap of faith and go with your gut.

“I get them too, you know? Well obviously you know that, it would be weird if I didn't right? Poor depressed girl taken as a toddler trained to become a ruthless assassin, growing up under cruel punishment and killing more people by the time I was 11 than I have ever had hot dinners. Would be weird if these things didn’t haunt me but they do.” she stopped punching as you slowly quietened down realising what you had just spilled, she looked at you with an understanding gaze, you hadn't been so open yet and she never wanted to push to get you to open up. She wanted you to willingly do it yourself and you finally did and she understood every word you had said. “Yeah you're right it would be sooo weird.” is what she decided to voice back smirking at you, a chuckle escaped your lips. “Come on y/n/n lets go to my room and watch a movie, might help us forget about our perfect childhood aye.” you laughed at her because of that, the first time hearing you laugh genuinely. She couldn't help but smile back and put her arm around your shoulders to lead you to her room. After that movie nights became a must in both of your schedules, and for each movie you both opened up more and more. It felt nice like so much was being lifted off of both of your shoulders, it didn't feel like you were constantly drowning anymore and little did she know she felt exactly the same.

The bad nights of trying to sleep still continued and when you finally managed to fall to sleep the same nightmares plagued your mind over and over until you woke up in a sweat gasping for air. You hated it. It felt like it was the only thing you weren't able to control and you felt so powerless. The constant getting out of bed and having to sneak past Natashas room to either go down to the training room or down to the living area, worrying in case you woke her up knowing she was struggling too. You knew that Natasha knew you were not sleeping well, it was obvious. The dark bags under your eyes worsened every day you went without sleep, training during the day started to feel like a mission itself, barely being able to dodge the punches and kicks coming at you, giving up on simple tasks because they took too much effort to complete. Sleep was the thing ruining you, not the trauma or the flashbacks, it was just the fact you weren't sleeping.

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After spending most of the morning in the training room you finally decided to make your way back to the kitchen and get a snack, then maybe go back up to your room and try to nap. You needed too, you felt so drained. Walking into the kitchen, the familiar light laughs of everyone filled your ears, it brung a small smile that danced across your lips as you walked into the room and over towards the fridge. “How was training?” it was always Natasha, well not always but mostly. “It was good, feeling a little tired just gonna grab an apple and water and lay down for a bit. I'll come see you when I wake up, ok?” grabbing what you needed and watching for Natasha to send you a quick nod you made your way back up to your room. Already have eaten your apple and thrown the core in the bin, you couldn't even find the effort to shower and change just getting straight under your covers and closing your eyes hoping to fall into a peaceful sleep for once.

Natasha was happy you were willingly going to try and have some sleep. It gave her some peace knowing you were tired in hopes of it taking over you and just letting you forget everything even if it's just for an hour. “FRIDAY, can you keep me updated on y/n’s sleeping state and vitals please. Let me know if there are any signs of distress.” she called out to the AI also still worrying but knowing she has to try and do something about it now. “Yes Miss Romanoff.”

Heading down to the training room herself with Steve to spar, she couldn't help but worry that you weren't ok. “Nat she is ok, she is just sleeping. You'll know if something is wrong FRIDAY will notify you ok. Let's not get distracted.” Steve knew to keep it sweet and simple. Simply just wanting to get in a quick sparring session and then continue on with his day. Stepping onto the mats and starting to spar, Natasha let her mind drift away from you and to the task on hand making sure to get Steve down.

Just as Natasha was putting Steve on his arse for the 5th time in 20 minutes, FRIDAYs voice came blasting through the speakers of the training room. “ Miss Romanoff, Y/n is showing severe signs of distress in her sleep, heart rate is 205bpm. Breathing is erratic. It seems as though she can't wake up.” as soon as FRIDAY stopped talking Natasha sprinted to your room in a hurry not caring about the people she ran into on the way to your room. She burst through the doors and the sight made her choke. Tossing and turning in the bed barely breathing, it looked as if you were trying to fight somebody off of you, Natasha sped over quickly shaking you trying to wake you up. “Y/n I need you to wake up, it isn't real. Whatever you're dreaming about isn't real. WAKE UP” her voice becoming more panicked and louder the longer she spoke, the last time she saw you like this was when you had finally woken up a week after they sedated it, it broke her break.

You finally sat up in a hurry getting straight off the bed holding and clawing at your chest, struggling to catch your breath. It felt as if someone was strangling you and they wouldn't let go, you turned to Nat. Panic radiating your face, she sprung into action coming over to you putting one of her hands on your cheek turning your head to look into her eyes. The other hand, takes one of yours and puts it over her heart holding it there tightly. “Look at me y/n/n look at me! Follow my breathing, feel my heart, follow me. In and out slowly...yeah that's it you've got it. Calm breaths. I'm here. I'm not going anywhere.” the panic starts to settle in your chest, the hand that felt like it was around your throat loosening and finally letting go. Looking intently into Natashas eyes you fall into her arms sobbing. She takes this motion and slowly lowers you and her to the floor, she holds you safely in her arms. That's how you felt with Natasha, safe. Like no one and nothing can or will ever hurt you, like she is your guardian angel. Your sobbing continues and all Natasha does is softly shush you while stroking your hair and kissing the back of your head. “It-it-it was like he was there, he is always there holding me down and no matter what I'm not strong enough to get him off me he won't budge. Just one minute he is on top of me hands around my throat then he has me pushed against the wall whispering in my ear how he will have control and I wont keep running away and then it's back to his hand around my throat Nat. He wont let me sleep, please let me sleep.”

The sobbs continue into even more tears losing control of your breathing all over again, Nat continues her praises of following her breathing while this time picking you up and placing you in between her legs on your bed. Your head resting on her chest as she strokes your hair telling you over and over that it isn't real, that he isn't going to get you anymore. Your crying finally comes to a stop, the last few tears rolling down your cheeks onto Nat's chest. The feeling of being exhausted rolling over your body, you feel so weak the only thing keeping you grounded is Natasha who you are laying on top of, still continuing stroking your hair. You go to move to look at her and you can't help but to look at her the smallest bit differently. Love. The one person who finally cared about you and proved to you that she will keep you safe. Looking into her eyes you see them flicker to your lips but they're gone so quickly you're not even sure it was real, but you're willing to take that chance. You lean into her slowly preparing for rejection and when you finally reach her lips you're surprised when they softly kiss you back. Moving your hands to wrap around your neck and moving to straddle her, you hear the smallest of a moan in your mouth. The kiss continues to be soft and it's everything you could have ever wished for, gentle and sincere. You both finally pull away when air becomes an issue, still staring into eachothers eyes you lean your forehead softly against hers moving your hands slowly to lay at the top of her chest, feeling her heart beating beneath your fingertips. Nothing can describe this feeling. You slowly shuffle yourself down laying your head on her chest as your final position, it's comfy. You enjoy being in her arms. “He isn't going to get you anymore y/n. Not when you have me. I'll protect you, I always will. Even from the nightmares.” you send her a soft hum letting her know you were still listening even though your eyes were closed leaving yous in a comfortable silence.

“You know Tasha.” you finally broke the silence, your voice coming through so soft and gentle as you try the new nickname out for the first time. Looking up at Natasha you see the smile on her face, finally convincing yourself she likes the nickname you continue. “I always saw you there when I was growing up, being younger and being in different stages of the programme, I didnt know you but I knew someone who said they knew you very well.” Natashas face dropped from your statement. You felt her tense underneath you which lead you to move slowly from her arms, apologies falling from your mouth with your moments. Staring at her as she didnt move to meet you eye, you hated yourself all over again for bring up her past in the Red Room. You slowly grew quiet not knowing whether to continue or to leave the room and give her space, you continued to eye her carefully until she finally looked at you. “Hey no Y/N/N its ok, you just took me by surprise. I didn’t know anyone there. People made friendships and that only caused pain and we couldnt feel that. I couldn’t feel that. I stayed alone you must have seen that if you saw me. I carried myself. Everyone there would have stabbed us in the back you know that.” her whole settlement threw you off, you looked at her sadly but still with an element of shock. You knew your friend knew her she had proof. Your reply caught her by shock again she didnt expect these words to come out of your mouth.

“So you’re telling me Yelena lied?”

#fic rec: bbwidowxc #natasha x reader

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sunshinepeachx · 3 years ago

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“She fits in here. Not at S.H.I.E.L.D. Never at S.H.I.E.L.D. But she fits in here, in the 70s.”

The 70s seem like they’d be her favorite era to have lived through. I don’t know what it is. But I agree completely with Steve that she fits in there.

•He stands right between his past and his future, quite literally..

Oof a rock and a hard place. Also the thought just came to me, when Steve went back to be with Peggy, did he ever cross paths with y/n? I can’t remember off the top of my head what year Steve went back and stayed in.

•”He hates time travel.”

I do too in some cases. Give me headaches in some movies.

“You said you left S.H.I.E.L.D. That’s it. That’s all. You never told me this, about looking for me.”

Oooof Steve’s simmering..in what I’m not super sure just yet. 😬

“…because she’s looking at him with something in her eyes that Steve can’t put his finger on.”

“You know me,” she states as if that bars any disagreement. “You know me,”

Oooh the pieces are fitting together in her head.

“Please tell me you and I happen after an appropriate amount of time in the future and it’s not like a cheap betrayal of peggys trust in me.”

Shit that’d be my reaction too. Like “ok we get together somewhere down the line, cool, but please tell me it’s a significant amount of time that I don’t hurt her.

“21st century”

“Huh”

“What?”

“Nothing, you just you look good for your age, Captain.”

Lmaooo there she is!❤️

•Okay another question, when she got snapped it hurt her like it hurt Peter? Like her cells regenerating, trying to heal?

•”I guess some things never change,”

She’s pretty much the same every era you catch her in. She’s always herself and always consistent in her charm.

“…but I think I lose it in the end don’t I?”

“How’d you—?”

Steve. She always knows. Shes y/n. Of course she knows. She can read him like a book. I’m sure he paled when she walked into the room.

“Did I die happy?”

“…you died in my arms.”

“Ouch,” she curses,wincing almost “sorry about that.”

“What?” He asks, incredulous

“Sounds like pain city if you ask me.” She looks at him, “Sorry you had to go through that.”

“You’re the one who died.”

“And you had to live on with it,” she states, her expressions solemn for once. “As someone who’s done that one too many times, I’d take the dying bit over being the left behind bit any day.”

I feel like he really needed to hear that. At least from some version of her. That she gets it.

But then her smile reappears, “I loved you, right?”

“Why do you always know everything?” Steve chides, with barely any heat.

Haha she knows she did. Of course she knows she loved him. She wouldn’t tell anyone about her past, about her unless she loved them, truly.

Oh I love that. She gives him the floor to say whatever he needs to to this version of her. And that’s beautiful, and probably for sure means so much to him just to have the opportunity. Even if it’s not his Y/n. It means something.

Tentatively he cups her face, when she keeps smiling instead of pulling away, he says, “I am so fucking sorry.” He clenches his jaw, trying to keep his emotions from overtaking him. “I’m so, so sorry, Y/n. You were right. I lied to protect me, no one else. And for that, I’m so sorry.”

Oofff steve 🥺

Oh my god the whole interaction with Howard and her!? 😂 I love it I love it I love it!!! “Howie.”yes that’s so personal to me and I don’t know why.

“Oh, by the way, this is Howard Potts.” That makes Steve turn. When he does, he notices Howard pointing towards Tony.

“Nice to meet ya, Potts. I’m Stark,” she says offhandedly, throwing a salute Tony’s way.

I’m screaming!!! I’m screaming!!! 🤭👀

“…You’re gonna know me soon enough, Grandma.”

“Don’t fucking call me grandma, old man, or I will make you regret it.”

Oh my god😂 I love their banter I love their bickering. I wanna cry but I’m laughing this is so great!!

“The fuck is that supposed to mean?” She balks. Taking a step back she looks Tony over. “Who the fuck are you?”

“Well…” Tony begins. “You’re gonna find out in about… 22 days? Yeah. By the end of the month, we’ll be besties.”

And Steve can practically see the pieces click together in her head as the moment it does she lunges at Tony to engulf him in a hug. “Motherfucker,” she breathes out.

Oh oh I’m in tears. They’re so lovable in every way. I miss them and this isn’t even over yet.

Tony hugs her back with a blinding smile. “You’re gonna have to quit that when I come around, Mom doesn’t like it when you swear.”

She pulls back, “I’d do anything for you, kid. I might not have met you yet, but I know I will.”

“You will,” he reassures her. “But let’s not go there, I can’t have an emotional breakdown in the middle of a mission. Let’s focus on more important things, like how the fuck do you always know I’m from the future.”

She points to Steve. “You tingle, just like him.”

“What the fuck does that mean?” Tony asks. “You keep saying that like it explains anything. But it doesn’t. It really fucking doesn’t.”

“She can feel us,” Steve states, as realization strikes.

Oh my gosh!!! Her powers!! What the hell that did not even occur to me that that’s what she meant. Holy—

“Stark!” A voice calls out from behind them, interrupting the conversation.

“What do you want, Carter?” Y/n shouts back.

“You!” Peggy replies.

“God, Carter, you know you don’t have to sweet-talk me,” Y/n replies with a coy smile. “You know I’m already yours.”

Oh my gosh! I love her. I loved so much.

She turns to Steve and Tony then. Dropping a kiss on Tony’s cheek and another one on Steve’s, she looks at them as she says, “Guess I’ll catch you boys on the flip side.”

Ahhhhh!!!! My heart. It hurts. And I know it’s just gonna keep hurting. im not ready…

Avengers: Endgame ft. Static (4)

Pairings: Tony Stark x Stark!Reader (siblings), Steve Rogers x Stark!Reader (past ish), Steve Rogers x Peggy Carter (past), Peggy Carter x Stark!Reader (shameless flirting)

Genre: Mostly Angst with a hint of fluff if you make it to the end.

Summary: Steve runs into his old flame... well, old flames.

(These scenes incorporate y/n, codename—Static, into the pre-existing story as a character without making drastic changes to the plot or mythos. All the major plot points from the MCU remain in place with the addition of the reader as Static, who is not only a Stark but also enhanced. Whatever events from the canon aren’t mentioned, take place without much change.)

Warnings: Swearing, Character Death.

a/n: read Age of Ultron (ft. Static) to get a better backstory. Highly recommended. And it’s fun. I promise. And also read Avengers: Infinity War (ft. Static) for context, cause you know? It happened

sidenote: @freeflyingphoenix is my beta now. I love her. I don't know about this one, so I'd really appreciate your feedback.

“Peg—?”

He turns instantly as the door slides open.

And if Steve thought he could barely breathe before, he sure as hell isn’t breathing anymore.

“You’re not supposed to be here,” is all he can manage to choke out.

“Well, that would make two of us, handsome.”

Handsome.

‘Are you going my way, handsome?’

‘On our date, handsome.’

‘Just looking at you, handsome.’

‘I’m yours, handsome. As long as you’ll have me.’

‘Let’s go to bed, handsome.’

‘I love you, handsome.’

‘Hey, handsome. I’m gonna need you to do something for me.’

Walking in further, with a smirk on her face, her eyes flicker from the photo on the table back up to him. Clicking her tongue she continues, “Seeing as you’re supposed to be somewhere at the bottom of the ocean.”

She looks good, she always does. She looks younger, not very but he can tell. Of course, he can tell. He’s fallen asleep to this face, he’s woken up to it too. Or at least he used to.

She’s wearing high-waisted jeans, with an oversized white polo shirt and a bandana on her head. Her hair’s bigger, wavy and wild. She fits in here. Not at S.H.I.E.L.D. Never at S.H.I.E.L.D. But she fits in here, in the ‘70s.

Steve’s standing in Peggy’s office, who’s behind him, just on the other side of the window. While ahead of him is Y/n. And she’s staring him down, nothing in her gaze except mischief. Steve can’t breathe, let alone think. He stands right between his past and his future, quite literally. He doesn't know what to do about it.

He’s lost so much, he’s lost them both. Peggy died in the comfort of her bed, barely remembering who he was, while Y/n died in his arms after losing a battle for half of all life in the universe. He never got to make a life with Peggy, not in any substantial way but with Y/n… With her, he broke the life he built.

Behind him is the life he didn’t get to have and in front of him is the life he got and managed to screw up.

He hates time travel.

“I—I think you have me confused with someone else,” he tries, but his voice comes out all wrong; shaky and unsure.

She just smiles at him, “Try telling that to someone who hasn’t been looking for you, for what? A decade?” She asks rhetorically, to herself. Calculating and then shrugging she answers her own question, “Yeah. Something like that.”

“You—” He shakes his head. “Looking for me?” He balks.

“Yeah, I mean, you know Peggy,” she takes a step forward and seats herself on the edge of the table, one leg stuck to the ground while the other dangles in the air. “She wants to bury you properly.” She looks through the files on Peggy’s desk, fiddling with them. “Not just an empty casket. She thinks you deserve it… Peace, she says. Or whatever peace the likes of us can get.” She looks up at him then. “And everyone knows Howard has always been a bit too friendly with Dorothy when it comes to you, we just don’t talk about it.”

She looked for me.

She’s still looking for me.

After all this time—

“Peggy’s looking for me?” He asks, mouth agape. When all Y/n does is shrug lightly, he shakes his head in disbelief. “No. That’s not—You never—” His jaw clenches. “You said you left S.H.I.E.L.D. That’s it. That’s all. You never told me about this, about looking for me.” He’s rambling, he’s not even sure he makes sense to the woman in front of him. Because she’s looking at him with something in her eyes that Steve can’t put his finger on.

“You know me,” she states as if it’s an observation that bars any disagreement. “You know me,” she reiterates, but this time it’s a provocation of sorts. He doesn’t take the bait though, he’s not here to fight, not her. She’d kick his ass anyway.

She looks like she’s assessing him, waiting for his move but then realizes his move isn’t coming. For a second Steve thinks she’ll take his lowered guard and punch him in the face with it but then she’s groaning in annoyance with her head thrown back.

“What? What? What happened?” Steve asks, concerned.

“Please tell me you and I happen after an appropriate amount of time in the future and it’s not like a cheap betrayal of Peggy’s trust in me,” she says, with her eyes closed, running an exhausted hand over her face.

He chortles. “That’s what you’re worried about?” She looks at him from between her fingers, nodding to urge him on. He huffs lightly, smiling. “21st Century,” he answers.

“Huh,” she says, hands falling to show furrowed brows.

“What?” He asks, her gaze burning him up from within at contact.

“Nothing,” she replies with a cunning smile. “You just—” she chuckles, “you look good for your age, Captain.”

In retrospect, he should have seen that coming from a mile away. That’s who she is. That’s who

she’s always been; charming, flirty and so damn beautiful.

What you have to understand is that Steve has lost too many people in his life. He’s lost his dad, then his mom. He’s lost Bucky, twice. He’s lost Peggy. He’s lost his world, in a somewhat futile attempt to save it. And he’s lost her.

Now, you’d think that would make him accustomed to saying goodbye, but if anything, it’s made goodbyes harder. It’s made parting with people he loves so much worse than it was before because experience doesn’t help him greet the pain like an old friend. God, no. It builds. It builds like an unstoppable avalanche, collecting more pain along the way. It attaches itself to the already searing hole in Steve’s chest and makes it bigger still. And the thing about a hole in your chest is that it makes it hard for you to breathe. Steve’s suffocating.

She’s here, and she’s breathing. She’s not fading away into dust, she’s not clinging onto him for purchase against an unknown force that’s ripping her apart. She’s here and Steve’s not sure how to reconcile the image of her turning to dust and the woman smiling at him right now.

“I guess some things never change,” he says softly. You never change.

“Pretty much the point of immortality,” she says, arms open wide. “But I think I lose it in the end, don’t I?”

How do you know? How do you always know?

“How do you—?”

She cuts him off, “You looked like you’d seen a ghost.” She points to the door behind her. “When I walked in, you looked at me like I was a ghost.”

“I—” What do you say at a time like this? What do you say to someone you loved about their death?

She saves him though. Buys him some time, like she always does. “Did I die happy?”

God, I hope so.

But he’s an honest man… mostly. He’s lied to her enough, so he tells the truth. “We—” he exhales heavily, “We lost a war, lost too many people, too many friends. I don’t think you died happy but—” He doesn’t want to finish it. He’s scared to.

“But?” She urges, pushing him a little.

“You—” He bites the inside of his cheek to keep from bursting into tears. “You died in my arms.”

“Ouch,” she curses, wincing almost. “Sorry about that.”

“What?” He asks, incredulous.

“Sounds like pain-city if you ask me.” She looks at him, “Sorry you had to go through that.”

“You’re the one who died.”

“Why do you always know everything?” Steve chides, with barely any heat.

She chuckles, “I wouldn’t tell anyone about my past unless I loved them,” she explains. “But I did, didn’t I?” When he nods, she adds, “Well then, I died in the arms of the man I love. What could I possibly have to complain about?”

So much. God, so damn much.

“It was complicated in the end,” he answers. “You and I… we—” He cuts himself off, head falling.

Coward.

A goddamn coward.

She was right. Back in the Compound, in their old room before Thanos came with his army. She accused him of being a fucking coward and she was absolutely right.

“You got anything you want to say?” Her question catches him by surprise.

“I want to say?”

“To me.” She clicks her tongue. “Anything you wanted to say to me—your version of me, the future version of me—that you couldn’t?”

He lets out a hollow laugh. “So much. Too much,” he answers.

“Well then,” she claps her hands standing up, inches from him, “the world’s your stage, handsome. I’m listening.”

He could go on for days. The things he’s had brewing in his head, screaming at him, shouting at him relentlessly for 5 years. But none of those things matter, not here, not to this Y/n.

When her thumb wipes off the tear on his cheek, only then does he realize he’s failed at the task of staying composed.

“Y/n,” is all she says, though. “Good name.” When his brows furrow at her in confusion, she explains, “Not mine yet, Captain.”

Hold on, what?

Before he can question it, however, there’s a knock at the door and his heart stops.

Peggy?

But then his mind kicks back in. Peggy wouldn’t knock at the door of her own office.

Their eyes meet and Y/n (apparently) rushes over to open it a smidge. Steve swiftly moves to the corner, hiding himself.

“You need something, Jenkins?” she asks.

“Have you seen a man with a hippie beard?” Steve recognizes the voice, it’s the lady from the elevator.

“No, Dum Dum’s on a mission out West,” she answers easily.

“You know that’s not what I meant,” the elevator lady reprimands. “He’s with a blond man, tall, sharp and…”

“And?” She urges.

“Kinda good looking.”

She smiles then. “Well, Jenkins, I’m sorry to inform you, Thompson’s off duty today. So, if you’re looking for tall, sharp and handsome blonds, you’re shit outta luck.”

“You’re never any help, Stark.” With the retort, the elevator lady is off.

Closing the door, she turns to Steve, “Looks like you’ve scored yourself quite the groupies, Captain.”

“Oh for Christ’s sake!” Steve grumbles.

She laughs then. “I’m guessing you aren’t here to stay for your best girls, are you?” Her head turns to Peggy who’s sitting in the office on the other side of the window.

“I’m here to bring you back,” he answers, but his eyes are fixed on Peggy. She looks… she looks perfect. Older, but perfect. She looks like she’s lived on. And Steve can’t help the way his heart tightens at the thought.

“Then you need an exit,” Y/n states. The sound of the door opening makes his head turn. She motions for him to follow, “Come on, let’s get you back to your timeline, cowboy.”

With one last look at Peggy, he follows her reluctantly.

She leads him out from a back exit that’s fairly empty. Opening the door at the end of the tunnel they find themselves back in the yard outside. Looking around, he spots Tony talking to… Howard!

“Oh shit,” he curses at the sight.

Y/n turns to look at him in confusion but before she can say anything Howard’s voice calls out to her. “Stark!”

Spinning around, he tries to make himself less noticeable, pulling his cap lower, while Y/n runs over to Howard to keep his attention fixed on her. “What do you want, Howie?” he hears her ask.

“You coming home?” Howard questions.

“Found a tall, blond, and handsome back there. And besides, I don’t want to be in the crosshairs while Maria rips you a new one,” she says snickering.

“Yeah, yeah. You’re a pain in my ass,” Howards says dismissively. “You met Carter yet? She was looking for you.”

“She was pretty caught up with Souza when I went around, so I let that stew,” she tells him. Steve can hear the smile in her voice. “But I’ll swing by later,” she adds.

“After the tall, blond and handsome,” Howards notes. It’s not a question, it’s an observation.

She chuckles. “You know me, Howie.”

“Yeah, I do. And you make me regret it every day,” Howard chides. “Oh, by the way, this is Howard Potts.” That makes Steve turn. When he does, he notices Howard pointing towards Tony.

“Nice to meet ya, Potts. I’m Stark,” she says offhandedly, throwing a salute Tony’s way. She turns back to Howard who’s standing next to his car now, a butler holding the door open. “I’ll see you at home if you survive.” Howard waves at her, getting in the car. “Later, Jarvis.”

“Goodbye, Miss. Stark,” the butler replies, getting into the driver’s seat.

As they drive off, Steve runs over to her and Tony.

“What are you doing here? Didn’t you quit S.H.I.E.L.D. cause of Pym’s stupid hair?” Tony balks at her, confounded.

“Have you seen his hair?” She chides back.

Steve nods in agreement. “I have. I’d quit too.”

“See?” She says, pointing at him.

“Still doesn’t explain what the fuck you’re doing here!” Tony whisper yells at her.

“Hey! Quit haggling me, cupcake. You might know me in the future, but I don’t owe you shit right now,” she throws back.

Steve thinks for the second time since he’s started this time heist that he might have actually missed watching them bicker.

“Did you get it?” Steve asks.

“Yeah, of course,” Tony replies absentmindedly, shaking the briefcase in his hand and then turns back to address her. “You’re gonna know me soon enough, Grandma.”

“Don’t fucking call me grandma, old man, or I will make you regret it.”

“My God, you were always so violent. Explains why I went into the arms trade. It was you! You’re the bad influence.”

“The fuck is that supposed to mean?” She balks. Taking a step back she looks Tony over. “Who the fuck are you?”

“Well…” Tony begins. “You’re gonna find out in about… 22 days? Yeah. By the end of the month, we’ll be besties.”

And Steve can practically see the pieces click together in her head as the moment it does she lunges at Tony to engulf him in a hug. “Motherfucker,” she breathes out.

Tony hugs her back with a blinding smile. “You’re gonna have to quit that when I come around, Mom doesn’t like it when you swear.”

She pulls back, “I’d do anything for you, kid. I might not have met you yet, but I know I will.”

Tony lets out a laugh, it’s watery and soft. Steve feels like he’s intruding on too private a moment. “You will,” he reassures her. “But let’s not go there, I can’t have an emotional breakdown in the middle of a mission. Let’s focus on more important things, like how the fuck do you always know I’m from the future.”

She points to Steve. “You tingle, just like him.”

“What the fuck does that mean?” Tony asks. “You keep saying that like it explains anything. But it doesn’t. It really fucking doesn’t.”

And then suddenly it clicks.

“She can feel us,” Steve states, as realization strikes.

“What?” Tony asks, befuddled.

“How are you traveling through time?” She asks.

“Jumping around through the Quantum Realm,” Tony answers.

She nods in understanding. “So that’s interdimensional travel, right? I can sense the residual energy from it on you—wait!” She holds up hands in alarm, “You do know about my powers, right?”

Tony’s eyes bulge out, “Really?” He runs a frustrated hand over his face. God, they really are siblings. “You’re seriously that callous about your secret? Cause you’re a bitch about it in the future.”

“Lower stakes, right now,” she shrugs, explaining. “Don’t have a kid Stark to protect.”

“Stark!” A voice calls out from behind them, interrupting the conversation.

Steve knows that voice. Even after all these years, it plays in the back of his head like a song, like their song. He can’t forget it, he never wants to.

“What do you want, Carter?” Y/n shouts back.

Tony moves around to shield Steve away from Peggy while he turns around.

“You!” Peggy replies.

“God, Carter, you know you don’t have to sweet-talk me,” Y/n replies with a coy smile. “You know I’m already yours.”

“Can you quit flirting with me and come help instead?”

“Yeah, yeah, I’m coming, alright?” Y/n shouts back.

She turns to Steve and Tony then. Dropping a kiss on Tony’s cheek and another one on Steve’s, she looks at them as she says, “Guess I’ll catch you boys on the flip side.”

With that, she runs off.

Read the next part here. Read Avengers: Infinity War (ft. Static) here. Find her origin story here. Find other static verse works here.

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