#aunt!yelena belova

[upat4amwiththemoon]

Hi, I know this is 2 years after you wrote it, but I just found the piece you wrote between Kate Bishop and Natasha’s Daughter Reader. ‘A goddess’. What can I say. I found myself liking the idea and as I was reading it through. I realised I would be curious to see a part 2 if you were up for it. No doubt along the lines of Yelena finding out Kate is dating her niece. Let’s just say the whole concept with Clint finding out was amusing and wondered how it would then play out with Yelena.

A goddess | 2

Summary: Mysterious girl with an assassin mother.

Pairing: Kate Bishop x female!Romanoff!reader, Natasha Romanoff x daughter!reader, Yelena Belova x niece!reader

Warnings: mother bear Natasha, auntie bear Yelena

Word count: 1516

a/n: I actually started writing a second part two years ago but then kinda forgot it :DD

Tags: @thought-of-you-and-me @rafecameronswhore @natashamaximoff69 @scarsw1fe

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All parts: part 1, part 2

”We’re home!” Y/N yells into the seemingly empty house, slamming the door shut after Kate steps inside.

“Kitchen.”

Y/N snorts at the short answer from her mother. “She doesn’t sound too excited.” Kate mumbles, taking off her shoes and jacket.

“She is.” Y/N reassures. “She’s just..cautious. You know how she is.” She mumbles quiet enough so her mother doesn’t hear.

The couple walk into the kitchen, where they see Natasha stirring a pot of mac and cheese while looking at her phone intently. “Why are you cooking?” Y/N frowns, looking at her mother’s mess of a braid.

“What? You’re the only one allowed to cook in this house?”

“I’m the only why knows how to cook.” She comments with a teasing grin that Natasha ignores with a roll of her eyes. “We’re going to my room.”

“No, no, no.” Now Natasha turns to look at them, though she mostly ignores Kate. “If you two want to spend time here, you do it on the living room.” She stares at Y/N with raised brows.

“Wh-“

“Living room, where I can see you two.” Natasha states. “Or, Kate leaves.”

Letting out a huff, Y/N grabs Kate’s hand and pulls her to the living room that is in the clear view of the kitchen. Kate sits on the couch with a perfect posture, her eyes straight forward, staring at the empty television screen.

“You can calm down.” Y/N whispers, bumping Kate’s shoulder with her own as she puts the television on.

“She’s staring at me.”

Y/N glances at Natasha. The woman is glancing at the two often, but she isn’t full on staring at them. “She’s busy cooking, for some reason.” She smiles, leaning against Kate. Their touches are always as innocent as possible around Natasha.

For the next hour or so they talk, quietly, and watch the television, until a knock on the front door interrupts them.

Frowning, Y/N turns to look at Natasha, who is cleaning her hands and about to go to the door. “Who is coming over?”

“Yelena.”

With widened eyes, she curses and stands up quickly, turning off the television. Kate is staring at her, starting to panic too. “What? What’s going on?”

“If you are afraid of someone in my family, be afraid of Yelena.” She whispers harshly, carefully listening to Natasha and Yelena’s voices by the door.

Kate’s eyes widens too as she stands up, her body rigid again. “Fuck, right, she’s your aunt.” She quickly starts brushing invisible dust off of her clothes. “Are you…going to tell her about us?”

“Of course not, she’d kill us both.”

“Shit, shit, shit.” Kate whispers to herself, taking a step back from Y/N so they wouldn’t be so close to each other.

Yelena and Natasha finally walk into the living room. “There’s my niece!” Yelena yells out with her arms wide. Y/N smiles, walking to her to be embraced by her aunt.

“Hey, Yel.” She lets out a giggle as she gets bear hugged. Once they pull away from each other, Y/N gestures towards Kate, who Yelena finally notices. “This is-“

“Kate Bishop!” Yelena grins. “I know you. You are an Avenger too.”

Kate’s eyes are widen when she gets addressed. “Uhh, yeah.” She nods a couple times too many to be considered normal. “Yeah, that’s…that’s me.”

“So shy this one, eh?” Yelena glances at Natasha, who answers by nodding with a small smirk on her face.

“You don’t know the half of it.”

Y/N glares at her mom, not wanting Yelena to know about her relationship, not yet at least. She knows her aunt will always be supportive of her, but dating Kate Bishop, the young and reckless Avenger, would cause too much stress for her.

“Let’s go eat.” Natasha gestures for everyone to go to the kitchen. “I made enough mac and cheese to feed a town.”

“That’s why you’re my favourite sister.” Yelena’s sing songy voice makes Natasha roll her eyes.

Y/N and Kate glance at each other as the two adults go into the kitchen. They walk into the kitchen right after, taking their seats opposite of them. Natasha brings the pot to the table, opening the lid and putting a ladle inside. “Guests first.” Yelena picks the ladle right away, scooping a generous amount of food on her plate. “Yelena!”

“What?” She frowns, taking one more scoop just in case. “You said guests first.”

“I meant Kate. You basically live here.”

Yelena scoffs, already eating. “Whatever. Kate Bishop can wait.”

“Yes, I can wait.” Kate states with a tight lipped smile on her face. She takes the ladle for escape the looks she gets.

Y/N bumps her leg against Kate’s under the table, it’s meant to be a comforting touch, but it makes Kate spill some of the mac and cheese on the table.

“Shit!” Her face turns red. “Sorry! I didn’t…curse.” She clears her throat, eyes wide from as the mortification settles in her body.

Y/N stares at her, trying to give her some sort of subtle look to get a grip, but nothing hoes unnoticed by the two ex spies. “What’s going on here?” Yelena waves her fork between Kate and Y/N.

“Nothing!”

“I’m just a clutz!”

“They’re dating.”

A silence falls over the table. Kate and Y/N’s eyes are wide as they stare at smirking Natasha, the latter is glaring at her mother.

Yelena sets her fork down. “Say that again?”

“They’re dating.”

“Why is Kate Bishop dating my niece?” Yelena is staring at the couple with stern eyes, neither of them knowing if the question was directed at them. “Well?”

Y/N rolls her eyes. “Because.” Is all she says, her arms crossed over her chest.

An extremely dramatic gasp leaves Yelena’s mouth. “Do not because me! I taught you how to sass, you aren’t supposed use it against me.” She furrows her brows, a look of betrayal on her face as she keeps her eyes on her niece. Y/N has always found her dramatics amusing, but they seem less fun when they’re directed at her.

“I don’t have to explain my relationship to you. To either of you.” She glances at both of them.

“Yes you do. You were supposed to tell me first, so I could scare your girlfriend around and then I’d help you tell Natasha.” Yelena states, having thought this situation through many times. “Why was I not the first one to know?”

“Because mom walked in on us.” Yelena’s whole face screws up. “No!” Y/N quickly points at her. “She walked in on us kissing, we were only kissing.”

Shaking away the disgusting thoughts, Yelena turns to Kate with a glare. “What are your intentions with my niece? Why are you dating her?”

Her eyes widen. “I-“ she looks between Yelena and Natasha, suddenly feeling like the room is overheating, “because I love her.”

“You love me?”

She turns to look at Y/N. “Of course I do.”

“This is how you tell my niece you love her for the first time?” Yelena gapes at her, the look on her face not getting any better. “Where are the flowers and romantic gestures?”

“Yelena!” Y/N groans, throwing a piece of napkin her way. It doesn’t fly far.

Kate’s mind is short circuiting, everything is happening so quickly. She doesn’t know whether to fear Yelena or continue confessing her love to Y/N. So, she stands up. “I can get flowers!”

“Sit down, Kate.” Y/N pulls her down back to the chair. “Everybody calm down. We are dating, neither you or mom can do anything about it, and that’s it.” She turns to Kate. “I don’t need flowers or romantic gestures, I love you too.”

Letting out a breath, Kate nods with a somewhat relieved smile. “Okay.” She nods and turns to Yelena. “I really love Y/N, and just like I told Natasha, I really hope to get your support to continue seeing her. I will never ever hurt her, I know you will hunt me down if I do.”

“Damn right I will.” Yelena mumbles. “Fine, Kate Bishop. But I will keep my eyes on you.”

“Yes, ma’am.” Yelena gives her a look. “Miss. Belova, Yelena, I mean.” Kate coughs, downing half of her water so she wouldn’t keep talking.

“Kids these days.” She shakes her head and goes back to eating the mac and cheese like nothing happened.

Natasha, who preferred to enjoy the show rather than contribute to it, grins at Y/N. “Eat up honey, the food’ll get cold.”

“I will get back at you.” She mumbles, sending a soft glare at her mother’s way, though she really doesn’t mean it. “You okay?” Y/N sets her hand on Kate’s thigh.

“Yeah, yeah I’m good.” Kate shoves a forkful of food in her mouth.

Y/N giggles and kisses her cheek, ignoring the the looks her mom and aunt give her. She starts eating, hoping the rest of Yelena’s visit would be less eventful.

[twitt3rpate]

"NOTHING LASTS FOREVER."

Several months have passed from the infamous fight at the airport in Germany. Since then, newly married Steve and Natasha have been reunited. They spend their days running secret op missions and pass the remainder of the time in musty hotels with Sam, Wanda, and occasionally Vision.

That is until Natasha is separated. Alone and pregnant, the Black Widow must navigate Eastern Europe with nothing but a gun and her skills on the side. 

Or that is until she finds some old friends, family really. The past catches up with her and Natasha must choose who can she trust with her massive secret. 

She now lives among killers, assassins, and spies. Old friends and potential allies threaten to slit her throat if she dares to fall asleep. The Black Widow must learn to evolve.

One things for certain though, she will stop at nothing to protect herself and the impossible life now growing within her.

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[fallen-w1ngs]

'' flower shop of new feelings ,,

[ 04 : unlucky ]

|| pairing : james "bucky" barnes x florist!reader

|| warning : nothing !

|| wc : 3.6k

Ever since you’d found out about James - Bucky - being an Avenger, the two of you’d grown closer. He was more open about who he was, what he’d like. You learned he rather listens to old 40s music than the newer Taylor Swift, which was completely understandable. He wanted to learn how to bake the things his Ma made, muffins and cakes and all that jazz before the war. And when he’s alone in the Tower, he likes to put on soft music and dance to it, pretending he was back in the 40s.

You loved learning more about him, he went from an old customer to a friend, and now, you’d dare say he was one of your closest friends! Despite it barely being 2 months- ah, he was really growing on you. However, with your growing friendship, that also accidentally made it so you were neglecting your other friendships. Especially May, you were both very busy with work, and her being busy with her nephew as well. It was understandable that you both weren’t hanging out much, but you wanted to change that!

You invited May to go out to a cafe with you, one down the street from your flower shop, you knew the person who ran it, Finn.

“Thanks for this, May, gods, I feel like I haven’t seen you in ages!” The both of you hugged, you giving a small squeeze before letting her go and sitting down across from her. “How’ve you been? How’s Peter doing?”

“Oh, we’ve been doing just great! Peter’s been interning at that Stark place and he’s so excited about it, constantly working on stuff that’s supposedly on-” She raised her hands and did air quotes. “- the down low, y’know?”

A small chuckle left your lips as you sipped on the hot beverage in the paper cup you’d ordered, god Finn made the good stuff here. “How about you? You’ve been MIA so much! I was planning on bringing over some pot pie a few days ago, but Peter saw you coming home and said you looked like you were on the verge of collapsing!” May leaned on the table, her brows furrowed, etched with worry as she asked.

“I promise, I’m okay, really, work’s just been busy.” You gave a lazy shrug. It was true, that day you’d gotten 5 calls for special orders for weddings or funerals and such. Even then, you still had to deal with your other, in person customers. “It’s a lot, but I’m enjoying it.”

“If you say so..” She sighed and twiddled with the pastry in her hands before taking a bite. “Y’know, you need to take a break soon.”

“May-”

“I’m serious!” She huffed and chowed down on the pastry, a sigh of relief leaving her lips. “Oh, this is so good,” May muttered before shaking her head. “I can call Happy, get him to send you off somewhere nice, have a chill vacation”

“I thought you knew me better, May, I’m more of a home-body” You shook your head and laughed before processing.. Happy? Who’s Happy? “Wait, who’s-”

“Happy's uh.. Someone I’ve taken interest in.” Her lips were pulled into a sly smile as you gaped. Were you that absent you didn’t know your friend was seeing someone??

“Tell me everything!”

“Well, he works at Stark Industries and I met him through Peter,” She took another bite of her pastry. “He’s a really sweet guy, there’s some weird stuff, but ah, it’s casual”

“I’m really happy for you, May”

“Awh, shucks” She playfully swatted her hand in the air, feigning to be flustered. “How about you? Any guy friends? Maybe lady ones?”

Your face flushed and you shook your head, your eyes glancing outside. “No, no, been waaay too busy for that!”

“Oh, that’s so boring! How about this, I hook you up with someone.”

“May!”

“I’m just saying! You need to get out there, especially after..” May trailed off as your shoulders tensed. Your last relationship hadn’t ended well, cheating and whatnot. It broke you, even though it was a short relationship, cheating never felt nice. After a beat of silence, May cleared her throat. “C’mon! It’d be fun! Plus, Happy knows the Avengers, maybe you could go on a blind date with one of them!”

Your eyes widened at that.. James was an Avenger, well, sort of. Imagine going on a blind date with him, that’d.. Be a disaster. He knew you, you were just friends. No way you’d get hooked up with him.

“I-I’m way too busy for that, May, it’s a nice sentiment, but not for now.”

She just sighed and shrugged, allowing this topic of discussion to be dropped. The two of you started to talk about some random crap, how your other neighbors were loud.. In more ways than one, it was so annoying. How New York felt like it was the new warzone for aliens and Avenger level threats. God, it was a lot. But, it was nice to talk to May about this stuff. You loved her, she was a great friend.

–

After around 1 and a half hours of gossiping with May, the two of you went your separate ways, promising to do this again soon. Which you intended to keep! May had to go out and get some groceries, meet up with some of her co-workers and pick Peter back up from Stark Industries. Unless he gets a ride. You on the other hand? You decided to just head home, have a lazy day.

It was a Saturday, you’d already done your grocery shopping yesterday and the flowers back in the shop should be good until tomorrow evening. You needed to water them and make sure they weren’t wilted. In the meantime you walked back home and immediately bolted to your room to change into something comfy.

Once you put your comfy pjs on, you flopped on your couch and planted your ass on your couch as you watched mindless television. There was a rom-com sit-com playing on the screen, it was something you liked to put in the background as you crocheted, a hobby you recently picked up.

While you watched TV, the time passed as if hours were seconds and soon enough, the bright rays of light that seeped into your windows grew dimmer and dimmer. Soon enough, the evening had come and you were hungry as hell. With a small groan you pushed yourself off the couch and walked over to the kitchen. You didn’t feel like making anything complicated, so you opted for some instant ramen. With a clean motion, you grabbed a pot and put it under the faucet, turning the knob.. Nothing happened. No water, just a weird sounding sputter.

“What the hell?” Again, you tried turning it, nothing. Shit, was it broken? You put the pot down and squatted in front of the sink, opening the cabinet and looking at the pipes.. Yeah, you were out of your specialty with this. Usually, you asked May for help with this stuff, but as stated before.. She was busy. Shoot.

You sat on the cold ground of your kitchen apartment, looking to find any help from a plumber? You didn’t know who you needed for this. The prices were outrageous. Yeah no, you weren’t calling some professional.. You couldn’t exactly call up any family members.. Your only option left was James. Awh, man, you did NOT want to bother him, but.. You’re friends! He wouldn’t mind. With worried hands you dialed his number and put your phone close to your ear. Bucky was an Avenger! He’s probably busy with Avenger shit, here you are asking for sink help.

–

“Ha! You think you can beat me, little man?”

“.. I am a whole foot taller than you, Belova.”

Bucky and Yelena were currently playing cards together, something that Yelena had offered. She knew how out of depth this man was with the modern era. So, to help ease him into it, she offered to play cards with him every Saturday.. Plus, half the Avengers were busy doing something and she wanted to annoy someone new.

“Still, I am undefeated in the game of Gin Rummy. You know, Natasha taught me how to play when I was a kid!” She puffed her chest out in a proud manner.

“I was alive when Gin Rummy was made world wide.” He raised an eyebrow as Yelena made a “psh” noise and waved her hand in the air dismissively.

Before the two could continue the round, Bucky’s phone vibrated in his pocket, Yelena raised her eyebrow as he gave an apologetic look before standing up and walking out of hearing distance. When he saw it was your name, his heart started to beat just the smallest bit faster.

“[Name], what’s up?”

“James?” Your voice was quiet on the other line, nervous. “Heeeyy”

“You sound nervous, what’s wrong?”

“Well.. Oh, god,” He heard as you took a deep breath in and let it out. “I, uh, was trying to make dinner and I needed water to boil, and uh- my sink is.. Broken- and I didn’t know who else to call, my neighbors out, and I can’t pay for an electrician to help, can you..?”

You trailed off with your question, most likely out of embarrassment, Bucky suspected. Though, he didn’t know why you were embarrassed. “You need me to help?”

“Yes, please”

“Send me your address, I’ll be there quickly.”

“Thank you so much, James! I promise, I’ll cook you something when you fix it!” This made the corners of his lips quirk up. With quick goodbyes, he hung up and waited for your text. Once he saw your address, he recognized it. It was only a small ways away, with his motorcycle he’d be there in less than 10 minutes.

Bucky pushed his phone into his pocket and walked back over to the table where he and Yelena were playing. “I gotta deal with something, sorry to cut the game short.”

“Wha- oh, that’s ерунда, where are you going?” She pushed herself up and gave a small glare to Barnes as she watched him grab his jacket and keys.

“None of your business.”

“Oh, come on, Barnes, I won’t tell anyone.”

He just let out a huff, as a laugh type thing and turned around and walked to the elevator, giving a lazy wave to Yelena as he entered. “I’ll be back in a few hours, don’t trash the place.”

“No promises!”

With a ding, the elevator doors closed and he was going down to the parking garage. This was the first time he’d ever gone to your house, and his mind was RACING. I mean, it was just for friends. You guys are friends. Nothing more, nothing less. I mean, it’d be nice to be more, but no. To Bucky, you were someone who was soft, delicate, like a flower. He was some bulldozer who’d hurt you if he got too close. Not like he wanted to hurt you! No, he was just.. Worried.

As he got on the sleek, black motorcycle that Tony had given him as a peace offering, his mind started to calm as he drove. It was dark enough, just past sunset, so the streets were calm. No usual hustle of New York, no. It was peaceful, for once. The only thing he wished was that all the lights that were on during the night were off. There were bright billboards, bright neon signs that pointed to the nearest club. God, he loved clubs back then. They were nothing like what they were now. They were jazzy, sleek, elegant in its own rustic way, y’know? He missed that. The little things of the past.

Once he got to your apartment complex, he double checked the address before pressing the doorbell, or buzzer for you.

“Uh, [Name]?” He asked into the intercom.

“Hey, James! I’ll buzz you in! Again, thank you so muc-” Your voice got cut off as you unlocked the door for him.

Bucky walked through the empty halls of the apartment, his eyes darting for your apartment number. It was a nice place, better than the apartments back then. Even if Bucky was technically on the more rich side of things when he was younger, everyone had their struggles.

Once he got to the door that had your number on a bronze plate, he knocked on the door, and in a few moments there you stood.. Wow, man, maybe this was too domestic for him. You were in your cozy pajamas, a black, white and red flannel patterned pants and a black oversized shirt, cute mismatched socks that adorned your feet.

“James! Oh, thank god you’re here, c’min c’min!” You ushered him in and closed the door once he was fully in.

Bucky turned his head as his eyes darted around your home. It was.. Cozy, really cozy. There were thrifted paintings on the wall, and crocheted items on your couch. It was warm, but not overwhelming, just right. He stepped more into your living room as his eyes glazed over the photos. One was of your high school graduation, one of your family, one of some (he assumes) high school friends, as well as a photo of your university graduation, upon further inspection, your degree was business. There was one more photo, it was you, a brown haired lady and..

“Peter?” He muttered to himself as he looked closer to the photo, his brows furrowed in confusion. In the photo, you and May were on both sides of Peter as he stood in the middle, holding a first place trophy in his hand. A science thing, Bucky didn’t know. What he DID know was that you were friends with the spider boy's aunt and the spider boy.

“James?” You called out from the kitchen and that seemed to break him from his trance. He grunted and walked over to where you were. “Uhh, here’s.. The sink”

“What’s the problem with it?”

“It makes a sort of- fart noise when I turn it on”

The comparison made Bucky crinkle his nose and snort in amusement. He turned the knob, and yup, just like you said, out came the fart noise. Without the stink.

“This is an easy fix, I think it’s just clogged”

“Oh, so I’m just stupid,” You groaned and tugged at your hair. “I’m sorry for bothering you for such a simple issue of it being clogged.”

“You’re not stupid.” He huffed as he started to work on it. The perks of having a metal arm? He didn’t need any tools. Sure, it came with the trauma of falling out of a train, getting experimented on and being a weapon for 70 years, but ah, y’know how it is. “Steve used t’need my help with everything when we were younger”

“Yeah?” You sat on top of the counter as you watched him work.. Now you were not a pervert, but god, he had nice looking arms. The way it flexed under his jacket when he pulled or pushed on something. GOD, your friend was good looking. NOT THAT YOU WERE LOOKING! Aha.. totally not.

“Yeah, one time he broke one of the lights in his room as a kid, he was trying out some random item he got from the thrift shop and it backfired on him, needed it to get changed and clean up the shattered glass,” He spoke with a certain fondness in his voice as he worked on your sink. “I tried to help, he cleaned up the glass, I tried finding some extra light bulbs, but his old man found out and he told our ma’s. His mom and my Ma got pissed at us when they found out” He chuckled and pulled away from the sink.

“That should be good.” He had a small smile as he looked over to you. His heart beating quick as he looked over your face, you had the brightest smile on your face as you listened to his small story intently. You loved whenever he opened up about his past, even something as small or insignificant as that, it just.. Made you feel closer to him.

“Thank you, James.” You hopped off the counter and tried to turn the sink off, and miraculously it turned on! “Oh, thanks so much James!” With a wide grin on your face, you threw your arms around his neck and hugged him tightly. He stiffened at this but, with much hesitance, he hugged you back. After a beat of silence, you pulled away and filled up the pot from before. “I’m gonna make instant ramen, if that’s okay?”

“More than okay.”

You hummed in acknowledgement as you put the pot on the stove and started to boil it. “You wanna watch a movie? I have Netflix!”

“Uh, what’d you wanna watch?”

“Oh, I, uh, I was hoping you’d choose?”

He huffed and walked back into the living room. Despite being free for over three years and a half, he still wasn’t used to picking out things for himself, having options. Granted, two of those years were spent with the Wakandans rehabilitating him, but that’s just details.

Bucky scrolled through your Netflix, a small smile on his face as he saw in your recently watched documentary of ‘Captain America : The Original Avenger.’ He watched that documentary, it wasn’t super accurate, but it was better than the others.

“Whaddya think about a World War 2 movie?”

“So you can point out the inaccuracies?”

Bucky snorted and confirmed your assumption. You just rolled your eyes and laughed. The two of you grew into a nice silence as the documentary played. Bucky didn’t sit down on the couch though, he walked around the living room. Looking over the photos, still shellshocked at the fact you knew the spider kid.

–

After a little while, you and Bucky finally had the bowls of instant ramen in front of you as you both sat in front of the TV. Still, he’s pointing out the inaccuracies of the documentary. It was really amusing. Everytime he pointed something out, his nose would scrunch up and his brows would be furrowed just the smallest bit.

Especially if the documentary brought up the Howling Commandos, he’d get pissed at every inconsistency.

“We did not take down 50 men that day, it was 36, god they’re dramatic.”

“You remember?” You asked, your cheeks puffed out with ramen as you slurped it down.

“I remember every mission of mine before- uh, everything.” He took a sip of the soup and took a bite of the noodles. “That mission, Stevie was pissed ‘cause Pinkerton accidentally threw out one of the plans of attack. He got Sawyer to draw it up all over again.” Again, as he reminisced, there was a certain sadness in his voice. Despite it being a literal war, he remembered all the good with the Howling Commandos. They were like a family of his. “Obviously, Steve didn’t stay mad the whole time, just long enough for Pinkerton to grovel”

You snorted at that and finished up your food. Listening to every word of what he said. Usually, Bucky was more closed off, quiet, but when talking about his past. The good parts of his past, he seemed like a never ending sentence. He’d talk fondly of the Howling Commandos, his Ma, his sister Rebecca, and all the trouble he and Steve got into as teens.

Soon enough, the documentary ended and you and Bucky finished your food. He, in a quiet tone, offered to wash the dishes which you complied with. The dishes were one of your least favourite chores. As he washed, you both still talked.

“So how was your day?” As dry as that was, you had no idea how Bucky’s day was, especially being an Avenger. In turn, he gave a lazy shrug, his arms deep into the sink.

“Worked out from 8 to 12, uh..” He had therapy today but he was not going to tell you about that. “Had lunch with Steve and Natasha, no Sam ‘cause he’s out in Wisconsin.”

“Why?”

“Mission, heard some enhanced was causing trouble. He, Wanda, Clint and Banner went.” You hummed in acknowledgement then asked if he did anything else. “I.. Cleaned, I dunno. I don’t really do much around the Tower. Though, Yelena and I were supposed to play-”

He cut himself off and checked the time after he put away the last dish in the drying rack. Shit, it was already 11 PM, how did he not realize 4 hours had passed?? How did he not realize that the documentary was so damn long? Shit, Steve’s gonna ask questions when he gets back home.

“You needa go home?” You had a small smirk on your face, your eyebrow raised at his sudden cut off. With a twinge of embarrassment, he nodded.

“Sorry, just.. Being, uh, me-” He pointed to his metal arm. “People in the Tower don’t really trust me all too much just yet, so I hafta get home.”

“Nah, I get it, no worries, James.” You walked him out and at the door way he put his shoes back on and reached for the handle. Before stepping outside he turned to you one last time, sparing you a small smile.

“I had fun today.”

“Same, we should do this more often”

“Definitely.” He had a soft smile on his face as he stepped out and you closed the door. For a few moments, he stared at your door all longingly, as if he was some teenager who’d just snuck back out of his secret paramour's house.

With a small sigh he turned away from your door. His eyes locked with wide eyed brown ones. Ones that he’d seen way too often back at the Tower.

“Mr. Barnes?”

Of course it was the Spider kid.

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a/n: here’s the second one !! writing auntie Yelena has to be one of my favourite things ever :))

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Auntie Yelena who was more than ecstatic to meet you when she first heard about you. She was totally overjoyed when she found out that Natasha was adopting a baby girl

Auntie Yelena who spoiled you with gifts ever since you were a baby. Natasha had once tried telling her to stop because her house simply couldn’t take much more stuff, but after she saw the joy it brought Yelena she had given up trying to stop her

Auntie Yelena who always stole you out of Natasha’s arms when she came over. She always wanted to hold you. After Natasha would put you down for a nap Yelena would sneak into your room and hold you while you slept. Natasha caught her once but decided not to say anything. She adored watching her sister love her daughter so much

Auntie Yelena who took you with her when she went to adopt a dog at the shelter. She valued your opinion more than anyone else's

Auntie Yelena who, when she came over, always brought you a gift from whatever place she had been to then. She was always travelling, and her favourite thing was bringing something with her for you

Auntie Yelena who ‘accidentally’ taught you multiple curse words, enjoying Natasha’s face when you blurted one out. Obviously you didn’t know what they meant. All you knew was that your auntie Yelena would laugh when you said ‘fuck,’ and you took great pride in being able to make your auntie ‘Lena laugh

Auntie Yelena who, when you got older, would take you on little road trips around the city. She would simply show up in front of the house and demand Natasha to lend you to her for a couple of hours 

Auntie Yelena who made the best hot chocolates for you when you felt down, and who would make the best mac and cheese when you were sad

Auntie Yelena who didn’t hesitate to drop anything and everything when you called her while upset, and who would fly or drive to you in a heartbeat if you needed her

Auntie Yelena who loved that you loved her so much. Ever since you were a baby you always wanted to sit in her lap and play with her, and when you grew up you still wanted to hang out with her whenever you could

Auntie Yelena who scolded Alexei when he made fun of you once, claiming he was fat and mean and had no right insulting you with whatever he insulted you with 

Auntie Yelena who broke your trust only once, and that was when she called Natasha while you were being bullied in school. Natasha had comforted you while Yelena went on a little house visit and nearly made the poor girl piss herself from fear

Auntie Yelena who was the sweetest person you had ever met, yet made people fear her with a simple glare 

Auntie Yelena who, despite your age, took you to build a bear when you turned 16. She helped you pick out a soft, adorable bear and when you got to the dressing bit she had basically forced you to give it a small black widow outfit

Auntie Yelena who always supported whatever hobby you started, making sure you had plenty of supplies in stock. If you ran out of something she would know before you did, making sure you were restocked before you started another project and missed something

Auntie Yelena who, in the end, loved you more than she loved herself

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[emdoesstufff]

EVEN more Thunderbolts social media AU stuff. I'm addicted to making these. I love these goofballs so much.

[bangchansrose]

what if john's son visited the tower-

[nickeverdeen]

Taken pt. 5 | Mom!Natasha Romanoff x fem!reader

Pairings: Natasha x reader (family), Yelena x reader (unaware family)

Type of fic: Angst, Action

Warnings: Fake death, surgery, memory loss, inability to have kids

Parts -> 1 -> 2 -> 3 -> 4 -> 6 -> 7 -> 8 -> 9 -> 10

Age: In this part you are 18 years old

Summary: Draykov’s plan to get rid of Natasha’s snooping around was simple, but it hurt Natasha in so many ways that she didn’t think was possible. And to fet rid of any possible rebelion Draykov took care of your relationship with Natasha too.

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The warehouse loomed ahead, its decrepit exterior blending into the industrial outskirts of the city. You approached the building with measured steps, your composure unshaken despite the weight of Dreykov’s orders pressing down on you. This was just another mission—nothing more, nothing less.

Inside, the air was stale, the faint hum of machinery echoing in the distance. Your earpiece crackled to life. “Proceed to the center. Await further instructions,” the voice on the other end commanded.

You followed the directive, weaving through the empty corridors until you reached the main hall.

And that’s when she saw you.

From the shadows, Natasha froze, her breath catching in her throat. She recognized you immediately—the shape of your face, the way you moved, the unmistakable resemblance that had haunted her dreams for years.

“Y/N!” she called out, her voice trembling with emotion as she sprinted toward you.

Your head snapped toward the sound, but before Natasha could reach you, a deafening explosion erupted.

The shockwave threw Natasha back, her ears ringing as the blast tore through the building. Flames consumed everything in their path, debris raining down like fire-soaked shrapnel.

For a moment, the world was chaos—smoke, fire, and the overwhelming stench of burning metal.

But when the initial shock passed, Natasha scrambled to her feet, her heart pounding. She screamed your name, her voice raw as she stumbled into the inferno.

She searched desperately, overturning rubble, coughing through the thick smoke, and ignoring the searing heat that clawed at her skin. But there was no trace of you.

Not a body. Not a single sign.

Her knees buckled as she collapsed amidst the destruction, her hands trembling. You were gone.

Her daughter. Her baby. Gone.

Hours later, you stood back in the sterile halls of the Red Room, your body on autopilot as you followed Dreykov’s orders. The explosion had gone exactly as planned. You’d exited through the back moments before the detonation, leaving behind nothing but destruction.

Now, you lay on a cold metal table, the fluorescent lights above you glaring down like unblinking eyes.

The room smelled of antiseptic, sharp and clinical. You hated it.

“Close your eyes,” came the dispassionate order from one of the doctors.

You obeyed, your breath steady as they administered the anesthetic. Darkness consumed you.

When you woke, your body felt foreign—your limbs heavy, your mind sluggish. Blinking against the harsh light, you struggled to sit up, but a familiar voice cut through the haze.

“Take it easy,” Yelena said, standing at the edge of the room, her arms crossed. Her tone was neutral, almost detached, but there was something in her eyes that resembled concern.

“What the hell happened?” you asked, your voice hoarse.

Yelena didn’t move, her expression unreadable. “Standard procedure,” she said after a pause. “You won’t be able to have kids anymore.”

You stared at her, the weight of her words sinking in slowly. “Why?”

Yelena shrugged, her tone as matter-of-fact as ever. “It’s the Red Room. You know why.”

Her words were cold, but her gaze lingered, as if searching for something in your reaction.

You pressed a hand to your forehead, your mind swirling with fragmented memories. You barely remembered what had happened before the explosion—just a blur of faces and voices. One face lingered, though, just on the edge of recollection.

“What about…” you began, but the words trailed off, your thoughts slipping away like sand through your fingers.

Yelena arched an eyebrow. “What about what?”

“I don’t know,” you muttered, shaking your head. “Forget it.”

She didn’t press further, but her gaze lingered on you for a moment before she turned to leave.

As the door closed behind her, you lay back down, staring at the ceiling. The face that had haunted your thoughts faded further, replaced by the cold emptiness that the Red Room had cultivated so well.

Somewhere deep inside, a flicker of warmth remained—a distant, almost forgotten memory of something good, something safe.

But it was gone before you could grasp it, leaving nothing but shadows behind.

[noodle-artist]

For those that have seen thunderbolts* spoilers below 👇

Do yall think Matt Murdock and Peter Parker got caught in the void?

Do you think Matt had to watch Foggy die over and over again?

Do you think Peter watched Aunt May die over and over again?

Just a thought…

[lucky-bishova-42]

Laundry Day Secrets

(one shot that takes place anytime after Chapter 47 in Malen'kiy Yastreb)

It was a normal Thursday afternoon for Natasha and Wanda. They both got out of work early and returned home to tidy up before Kate came home from her study session with Franny and Greer.

Natasha goes into Kate's room to see if the teen has any dirty laundry. She is very happy to see a mostly full laundry basket.

Most parents would be slightly annoyed (and Eleanor would be full-out pissed) at the amount of laundry and lack of tidy-ness in Kate's room, but to Natasha it shows her how comfortable Kate has become. Natasha has been slowly taking over chores that Kate was conditioned to do while living with Eleanor and she is glad Kate is finally allowing her to take care of this chore for her.

After picking up Kate's laundry basket, Natasha takes it over to the laundry room to start loading it into the washer.

Wanda walks into the room with a hoodie in her hands, "Wow! She left all those clothes?"

"Yup," Natasha smiles, "seems like she is finally getting the hint to not worry about this type of stuff and to just be a teenager."

"Aw, I am glad," Wanda chuckles softly, "Do you mind if I throw in my hoodie? It has a small hot sauce stain on it from when Sam and Bucky thought it would be funny to start throwing sauce packets at lunch."

"When will those boys learn," Natasha shakes her head sarcastically while gesturing for Wanda to add the hoodie in, "Just make sure to grab it after its done because Kate WILL steal it. She is a little hoodie steal—”

Natasha cuts herself off as she spots something at the bottom of the laundry basket.

"What?" Wanda asks.

Natasha pulls the mystery object up to inspect it.

"What is that?"

"It appears to be a fake ID," Natasha ponders as she flips the card over, then hands it to Wanda for her to look at it, "and it appears to be our malen'kiy yastreb's."

"Why would Kate have a fake ID?" Wanda ponders, confusedly.

"I have no earthly idea," Natasha grumbles slightly, bewildered at the fact her very well-behaving daughter has a fake ID, "but I will be getting to the bottom of it..."

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"ID please?"

"Sure thing! Let me just grab that for you," Kate reaches into her backpack for her wallet.

Upon opening her wallet, a sense of dread immediately runs down her spine and settles in the pit of her stomach when she notices that her fake ID is not there.

"Ummm," Kate hums nervously, "I actually forgot it at home."

"Sorry, " the store clerk shrugs, "I need to see your ID to verify your age."

"Oh come on," Kate tries to persuade, "I have been here before! And you have seen me here before!"

"Then you no the policy," the store clerk continues, "No ID, No—"

Kate groans, "But—”

"Come on, Kate," Greer tugs on Kate's arm, "we can come back another time."

"Yeah it's okay," Franny adds, then whispers, "plus I don't wanna get in trouble if they find out."

"Fine," Kate huffs, then points to the store clerk, "but we WILL be back!"

Greer pulls Kate out of the store while Franny yells back, "Thank you so much for your help, sir!"

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Dejected and defeated, Kate sighs as she walks through the Compound to the apartment. Reaching the apartment, she shakes off her loss and puts on a happy face so her parent's wont suspect anything.

"Mama! Mom! I am home..?" Kate trails off when she walks in and the only light on is in the kitchen over the kitchen table.

She takes off her shoes and backpack, then walks over to the singular light on over the table. As she gets closer, she notices there is something on the table.

The object, in fact, being her fake ID she was looking for earlier.

Kate's heartrate slightly picks up, but she makes a valiant effort to be as calm as possible.

“Interesting, isn’t it?”

Kate jumps a mile when Natasha speaks the words so very calmly next to her ear.

She tries to hype herself up to face the inevitable interrogation from her mother.

Come on Katie, you got this.

Despite all of her internal confidence, all she can manage is a nod.

“Why don’t you have a seat and we can have a little chat?” Natasha suggests with a slight dangerous edge to her voice.

Kate sits down without a word.

Natasha walks around the table and sits directly across from her.

For two whole minutes, Natasha just sits calmly and stares at Kate.

At the start of the third, Kate really starts to sweat.

“Um, so are we just gonna sit here the whole time?” Kate tries to joke.

“I don’t know,” Natasha states cooly, “are we?”

Kate really starts to fidget in her chair and starts to look around nervously.

“Come on Nat,” Wanda calls from the living room, “just talk to her already! My poor milaya is starting to get nervous.”

Kate’s leg has been bouncing up and down for the past five minutes straight and her face has started to turn red.

Natasha sighs lightheartedly and continues.

“Alright,” Natasha leans forward and picks up the fake ID, “Now Katie, imagine my surprise, while I was doing your laundry I found a fake ID belonging to my daughter… my sweet innocent daughter. How could she hide this behind my back—”

“Detka,” Wanda warns again.

“Fine,” Natasha relents, “Do you want to tell me why you would possess such an item?”

Kate takes a few moments and then rushes out her answer so fast even Natasha can’t understand it.

“Can you try that again?” Natasha asks, curiously, “it was a little too fast for me, malen’kiy yastreb.”

“Um… you need to be at least 18 to hold the puppies at the pet store…” Kate mumbles softly.

Natasha sits back in shock.

Its not like she was expecting Kate to be using the fake ID for nefarious reasons, but she seriously wasn’t expecting this.

“Holding puppies?” Natasha asks, dumbfounded.

Kate nods earnestly.

“Holding puppies? Natasha repeats, in awe, “Holding puppies.”

“Yup,” Kate treads cautiously, “just holding puppies.”

“So let me get this straight,” Natasha takes a deep breath, “you bought a fake ID just to hold the puppies at PetCo?”

Kate nods.

“How many times have you gone?” Natasha asks, speechlessly.

“Well… you know the study sessions Franny, Greer, and I have been having…”

“Yeah…”

“Well… we had two study sessions, then Greer found the PetCo…” Kate admits.

“You have been going for three months?!”

Kate shrugs.

Natasha’s mouth drops open and she stares at Kate in disbelief.

Wanda laughs as she walks into the kitchen, “I think you broke her, bug. Let’s see if she is upset you didn’t tell her or impressed you hid it from her all this time.”

“I am very displeased that you did not tell me where you were going all this time,” Natasha says slightly strained before sighing, “but I am proud you were able to keep it a secret all this time.”

Kate chuckles lightly, and feels all her anxious tension fall off her shoulders. She gets up and walks over to Natasha.

“I’m sorry for worrying you, Mama,” Kate says, sincerely.

Natasha sends her a small smile while getting up and pulling Kate into her arms.

“It’s okay, malyshka,” she kisses Kate on the forehead, “next time I would just like to know where you are going.”

“Of course,” Kate snuggles into Natasha’s arms. After a few moments she pulls back, “does this mean I can keep this and go back to PetCo next week?”

“Haha! Fat chance, kid,” Natasha laughs.

Kate face falls slightly.

“But… maybe we can take a trip to our local shelter next week and we can play with some of the puppies then?”

Kate smiles and tightens her arms around Natasha.

“Who did you even get the fake from anyways?” Natasha asks, picking up the very realistic fake ID.

“Oh…” Kate says nonchalantly, “no one.”

“Really?” Natasha raises her eyebrow.

“Well—”

“Hi everyone!” Yelena greets as she walks into the apartment.

Natasha watches as Kate makes eye contact with Yelena then very quickly looks away.

“No…” Natasha says in awe.

“No, what?” Yelena asks as she walks more into the kitchen.

Natasha looks quickly between Yelena and Kate a few times.

Yelena spots the fake ID on the table and connects the dots around the same time Natasha does.

“YOU MADE MY DAUGHTER A FAKE ID?!?”

[squilfmybeloved]

sometimes family is just an enhanced spider teenager, his aunt, his silly little sister, his eerily talented archer sister, her assassin girlfriend, and the fucking avengers. and thats okay

[micjimbles777]

Meet Alex Romanoff aka The BLACK SHADOW

The Adopted son of Natasha Romanoff

His Backstory:

Born to Unknown Government Agents Alex Was Put in a Orphanage at a Young Age, in 2012 After The Battle of New York Natasha Romanoff Would Come into the Orphanage For Charity Work in disguise, Alex Was Fixated On Her And Would Hang Out And Talk to Her, they gained a Close bond Until One Day She Adopted Him, She Rased Him And Trained Him To Defend Himself, Natasha Was Very Protective Of Him And Never Told The Avengers He Existed Out Of Fear He Would Be Targeted and his life would be in danger, Alex And Natasha Would Always Pinky promise That She Would Return After a Mission With The Avengers, Until 2018 Natasha Had a Deadly Mission With The Avengers a Mission She’d Unfortunately Would Never Come Home From, Alex Was Left alone For Many Years, He Never Bliped So He Watched the Whole World Fall apart in Real Time, Years Later After the blip He Found Out about His Mothers Death From His Aunt Yelena Belova Who Later Fully Trained Him to Be a Fighter, He Later Met Kate Bishop And Reluctantly Joined The Young Avengers, Now He’s Doing his Best to Continue His Mothers Legacy as The Black Shadow

His Love interest is Kate Bishop!

[midnightlizard]

MCU masterlist

"✧" is for the characters I particularly enjoy writing for

●Wanda Maximoff ✧

●Natasha Romanoff ✧

●Pepper pots

●Kate Bishop ✧

●Carol Denvers

●Yelena Belova (only platonic)

●Peter Parker

●Aunt may

●Shang-chi

●Katy

●Xu Xialing

●Darcy Lewis ✧

General masterlist

[eros-heartache]

Fandom-Free Bingo - National Relaxation Day Masterlist

Please be warned. This collection may contain works that are 18+. If you are a minor, please do not interact! I am an adult, who writes fiction intended for adults. As always, be mindful of tags and warnings. It is up to you to curate your own online and fandom experiences.

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Sofa Nap | Chemistry and Stuff

Pairing: Peter Parker/Wade Wilson

Rating: Teen and Up

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Stress-Free Cooking | Full Bellies, Warm Heart

Pairing: Natasha Romanov & Yelena Belova

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Cup of Tea | Ginger Honey Lemon Tea

Pairing: Peter Parker & Aunt May

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[micjimbles777]

MY AUNT YELENA!!!!

I AM GIVING MY SUPPORT TO PEOPLE WHO HAVE AUNT/UNCLE F/O’S!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I rarely see prompts and stuff with them,so I just wanna let you all know you are NOT alone!!!

[sunarryn]

DP X Marvel #30

Dani Phantom wasn’t exactly trying to join a government-sanctioned group of reformed (read: questionably reformed) assassins, mercenaries, and general menaces to society, but in her defense, she didn’t know what a Thunderbolt was. She thought they were just a bunch of really cool weirdos with snappy outfits who didn’t mind that she phased through walls sometimes or accidentally vaporized a training drone.

It started when Dani, on the run from some GIW idiots, phased through several realities and crash-landed in the middle of a Thunderbolts operation — specifically, right between Bucky Barnes (grumpy, armed, tired) and Yelena Belova (chaotic, armed, also tired but hiding it better).

“Is that a child?” Yelena asked, peering over Bucky’s shoulder like he was a slightly inconvenient lamp.

Bucky, gun still raised, frowned. “That’s a floating child.”

“I can see that, Captain Obvious,” Yelena snapped, flipping her knife casually in her hand. “Why is she floating like—”

Before she could finish that thought, Dani spun midair and zapped the rogue Hydra agents sneaking up behind them with a giant neon green energy blast. The agents went flying into a brick wall like someone had yeeted them across a football field.

“…Okay,” Yelena said brightly. “I like her. She can stay.”

“I—what?” Bucky sputtered, lowering his gun slightly. “She’s a kid, Yelena.”

“And she vaporized five men without blinking,” Yelena pointed out, beaming like a proud aunt. “I say we keep her. She’s Thunderbolt material. Very murder-y. Very spunky.”

“She’s like ten.”

“Exactly. She’s moldable. We can teach her the good stuff early,” Yelena insisted, already imagining Dani learning to throw knives and argue over which snacks were superior.

Meanwhile, Dani floated down to their level, blinking wide green eyes. “Are you guys… superheroes?” she asked hopefully.

Yelena immediately lied through her teeth. “Yes. Very professional. Very respected. No felonies.”

Bucky choked on absolutely nothing.

Thus began Dani’s unofficial, highly illegal induction into the Thunderbolts.

Nobody officially signed paperwork. Dani just started showing up. She helped steal Hydra files. She broke into a SHIELD safehouse for snacks. She haunted a couple of corrupt senators for laughs. The team decided if the government didn’t want her around, they should have given them actual HR training.

The real problem started when Bucky and Yelena decided they were both, separately, her legal guardian.

“You are not responsible enough to raise a kid,” Bucky said one evening, arms crossed while Dani hovered upside down from the ceiling chewing bubblegum she definitely stole from somewhere.

“And you are?” Yelena scoffed, tossing popcorn at Dani, who caught it in her mouth mid-flip. “You still get confused by TikTok.”

“That’s not the same as raising a kid!” Bucky barked. “She needs stability. Structure. Rules.”

“She needs to learn how to properly dismantle a car bomb in under thirty seconds,” Yelena said cheerfully. “You Americans are so boring.”

“I fought in World War II, of course I’m boring!” Bucky exploded.

“You’re ancient,” Yelena sniffed. “You probably think letting her get a tattoo is ‘dangerous.’”

“She’s a kid!” Bucky nearly screamed.

In the background, Dani giggled and skated on a conjured green energy hoverboard through the briefing room, knocking over chairs and sending a very concerned Red Guardian flying out of the way with a yell.

“This is fine,” Yelena said as Bucky watched in silent horror. “She is thriving.”

Thriving was one word for it.

Things escalated when Bucky tried to enforce an 8 PM bedtime.

“I’m literally a half-ghost,” Dani said, deadpan. “I don’t sleep.”

Bucky blinked. “What do you mean you don’t sleep? Everyone sleeps.”

Yelena, sitting smugly on the couch with a tub of ice cream, smirked. “Ha! The child sides with me. We binge-watch shows until 3 AM.”

“You’re killing her brain cells,” Bucky growled.

“Undead,” Dani corrected sweetly, phasing through the ceiling to avoid capture when Bucky tried to confiscate her ghostly hoverboard.

Meanwhile, other Thunderbolts members slowly realized there was a child among them and had no idea how to handle it.

Red Guardian tried to teach her Russian wrestling moves.

Taskmaster, after three failed attempts at babysitting, locked themselves in their room and refused to come out without bribes of coffee.

Ghost (Ava Starr) just accepted Dani as a background gremlin who occasionally made her coffee float across the room when she was too tired to move.

The real bomb dropped when Jazz Fenton stormed into the Thunderbolts’ compound.

Not walked. Stormed. Like an avenging angel armed with binders full of academic papers, parental rights lawsuits, and the righteous fury of an older sister forced to deal with supernatural nonsense since age twelve.

“What. The hell. Is going on,” Jazz asked, her voice eerily calm as she stared down Bucky, Yelena, Red Guardian, and Taskmaster at once.

Nobody moved.

Even Dani froze, halfway through trying to fit a stolen grenade into her backpack.

“You—” Jazz pointed at Bucky. “—brought my minor sister to an assassination mission.”

Bucky immediately tried to stand at attention like she was a general. “In my defense, she’s very good at it—”

“And you—” she pivoted to Yelena, who grinned unrepentantly. “—taught her how to hotwire a motorcycle!”

“Useful life skills,” Yelena said brightly.

“And you—” Jazz growled at Red Guardian, who tried to blend into the wall. “—gave her vodka!”

“It was for medicinal purposes,” Red Guardian said weakly.

Jazz took a deep breath, cracked her knuckles, and pulled out a thick legal document titled “Fenton v. Thunderbolts: Custody Hearing” that somehow already had signed pages, notarizations, and citations of obscure interdimensional child protection laws.

“I am taking her home,” Jazz said, enunciating every syllable like she wanted to bludgeon them with the concept of language.

Dani immediately wailed, “Nooooooo! Jazz! I like it here! They let me have grenades!”

“You are eleven!”

“Twelve and a half!” Dani insisted.

“I was giving her a flamethrower for her half-birthday,” Yelena said proudly.

Jazz pinched the bridge of her nose like she was resisting the urge to start swinging.

“I don’t even know how you people are still alive,” Jazz muttered.

“Luck,” Bucky offered helpfully. “Mostly luck. And sarcasm.”

“And murder,” Yelena added. “Don’t forget murder.”

Jazz turned to Dani, crouching so they were eye-level.

“Sweetie,” she said in the voice adults use when they’re seconds from committing a homicide, “you cannot just…join a government hit squad.”

“But they have matching jackets,” Dani said, voice wobbling. “And Bucky taught me how to punch people really hard without breaking my own hand!”

“She is surprisingly good at it,” Bucky muttered under his breath, rubbing his jaw where Dani had accidentally socked him two days prior during sparring.

Jazz looked up at the group, expression utterly blank.

“You realize that she’s technically a meta-human, a half-ghost, and a minor with no legal documentation in this universe, right?”

There was a pause.

Bucky blinked. “Technically…?”

Yelena shrugged. “Technicalities are boring. She lives here now.”

Jazz threw her hands in the air. “That’s not how this works! That’s not how any of this works!”

Dani, sensing weakness, clutched Jazz’s arm and put on the biggest, saddest puppy eyes she could muster.

“But Jazz…I finally have a family here…” she sniffled, lip trembling.

Bucky and Yelena, without missing a beat, immediately looked at Jazz like how dare you break her little heart you monster.

Jazz stared at them. “You are manipulating me.”

“Yes,” Yelena said brightly. “It’s working, no?”

Jazz closed her eyes, counted to ten in Esperanto, and resigned herself to the fact that apparently her life was now a living sitcom.

“I want a full academic curriculum. Supervision. No war crimes without prior approval. And absolutely, absolutely, no assassinations unless it’s self-defense and I’m there to supervise.”

Dani fist-pumped midair. “YES!”

Bucky and Yelena high-fived behind her back.

“I’m going to regret this,” Jazz muttered.

“You already regret it,” Bucky said, smirking.

And that’s how little Dani Fenton, half-ghost clone, menace of Amity Park, became the official junior Thunderbolt, the semi-official godchild of two retired assassins, and the proud holder of a laminated “Certified Baby Badass” card that Yelena made with glitter pens.

There were explosions. There were lawsuits. There were training montages.

There was Jazz drinking an entire bottle of wine while watching Dani yeet herself at Taskmaster with a battle cry of “YEET OR BE YEETED!”

There were Bucky and Yelena arguing over which martial arts Dani should master first (“Russian Sambo!” “No, Krav Maga!” “SHE’S A CHILD YOU MANIACS!”) while Dani snuck off to teach herself breakdancing instead.

There was Dani winning the team sparring competition by phasing through everyone’s attacks and slapping sticky notes labeled “LOSER” on their foreheads before they even realized what was happening.

There was Jazz realizing too late that she was now somehow not only Dani’s sister, therapist, and guardian…but also the unofficial mom of the entire Thunderbolts squad, a title she did not want but was too tired to fight.

And there was Dani — floating over the compound at sunset, arms spread wide, grinning so hard her face hurt — who realized for the first time in a long time that maybe, just maybe, being a weird half-ghost clone kid wasn’t the worst thing in the world.

Especially if you had a dysfunctional murder family to back you up.

[sharkwidow]

Maybe an aunty yelena fic with Natasha’s/blackhills daughter? Love your work!

Mission: Survive Yelena | Yelena Belova x Blackhill's Daughter Reader!

Summary: One mission. One slightly chaotic aunt. Mutant waffles, pillow training, and the fear they might not come back.

Content warning:humor, chaos, mild childhood anxiety, tenderness.

Word count: 993 words

Note:Thanks! I loved the idea, really 🫶🏻 And thanks for your kind words too.

The clock reads 7:03 a.m., and you're wrapped in your blanket like a human burrito.

At the door, Maria adjusts her earpiece while Natasha kisses your forehead. “We’ll be back tomorrow. Just a surveillance mission. Nothing explosive.”

“Sure?” you ask, raising an eyebrow. “No helicopters?”

Maria gives you a soft smile. “Promise. No helicopters... this time.”

Natasha gives you a thumbs up. “I’m leaving you with someone highly skilled, professional and… well, kind of responsible.”

Yelena appears from the kitchen holding a spatula and a confused expression. “Are waffles made with butter or… car oil?”

Your moms exchange a look of resignation. “You’ll be fine,” Natasha says, like someone flipping a coin and hoping for the best.

When the door closes behind them, Yelena crosses her arms, grinning mischievously at you. “Alright. Now that the bossy ones are gone, we do things my way.”

Your day begins with a culinary adventure. The waffles turn out to be mutant pancakes with chocolate chips, drenched in syrup and… French fries? “To balance the sweetness,” Yelena explains, using the logic of someone who clearly shouldn’t be in charge of kids—but here we are.

“We’re not telling your moms, right?”

“Confidential mission,” you reply, giving a serious military salute.

After a breakfast that could be considered a crime against waffles, Yelena decides it’s training time. “Today, we’re getting you ready for anything. If someone messes with you... you tell me. No, seriously. You tell me,” she says, with the serious tone of someone fully embracing the “aunt” role.

The living room becomes your personal training field. Yelena places some cushions on the floor, takes off her jacket, and signals you to stand. “Okay, basics first. If a villain throws a surprise attack at you, you... do what?”

You pause, eyeing the cushions. “Hide?”

Yelena laughs and shakes her head. “No, no, no. Never hide! You defend yourself. And hit hard!” Then, smirking, she adds, “If it’s a plush toy, you can run. But if it’s not… you punch.”

Training begins. The goal is simple: dodge the flying cushions Yelena hurls at full speed while shouting instructions. You fall a few times, but you keep trying. Her laughter encourages you.

“That was better, but you still look like you’re fighting a pillow!” Yelena throws another cushion, and you duck to dodge it. You succeed—only to lose balance and crash to the floor, laughing like a goof.

“Told you not to let the pillows win!” she says, helping you up. “Come on, one more round, and this time... give it your all!”

The next challenge is the “sofa flip.” Yelena makes it look so easy you have to try. The result: an awkward jump ending with your back against a cushion while Yelena bursts into laughter.

“That was… epic! But next time, don’t land like your spine’s trying to quit,” she says, giving you a thumbs-up.

Between giggles and tumbles, you start to feel like maybe you could defend yourself from a villain—or at least a pillow. “Training’s over for today. You’ve earned a break!” Yelena declares, handing you a glass of juice and a couple of cookies.

Training is interrupted only by art experiments. “Now, we’re going to create something… shocking.” And so, in the living room, you end up painting the ceiling in bright colors. How did the paint get there? No one knows.

“Your mom told me to tell you bedtime stories,” Yelena says, shrugging, as the paint dries. “But did you know your moms are the best? Seriously, they’re amazing at everything they do. No one even comes close.”

You curl up on the couch, hugging your plush shark. Yelena lies beside you, covering you with a blanket that smells like coffee. It’s her way of taking care of you. She falls silent, staring at the painted ceiling, until she gently taps your arm.

“Aunt Lena…”

“Hmm?”

“Have you ever been scared when mom and mom go on missions?”

Silence. A few seconds. Then her voice, soft and sincere, breaks the quiet. “Yeah. I still get scared sometimes. But your moms are the strongest women I know. Well, after me, of course.”

You smile, comforted.

“What if they don’t come back?”

Yelena gently strokes your hair. “Then I’ll stay with you. I’ll make you midnight pancakes. We’ll draw on the windows with markers. And we’ll break so many rules that your moms will come back just to scold us.”

You giggle, feeling safer, calmer. “But they will come back,” you say, believing it a little more.

“They always do,” Yelena says with a soft smile. “Because you are their home.”

Eventually, sleep claims you, wrapped in the warmth of the blanket and Yelena’s calming presence.

Before you drift off completely, Yelena whispers, “Now sleep, and dream of flying a helicopter. Or not. But sleep.”

And with that, you surrender to rest.

The next morning, the smell of coffee wakes you. Natasha is in the kitchen, while Maria checks you like you’re made of porcelain.

“Did you survive Yelena?” Natasha asks, raising an eyebrow.

“Barely,” you mutter, hiding a grin.

Maria sighs, clearly relieved. “Did you eat any vegetables?”

“Do pickles count?”

The two exchange a look, and Natasha smirks. “We’re going to need a real babysitter next time.”

From the couch, Yelena mumbles half-asleep: “I am professional!”