#black widow one shot

[arlana-likes-to-write]

First Christmas

Summary: Your new relationship with the Black Widow has you questioning if you should decorate for Christmas because of the red head's complicated past with the holiday.

Warnings: angst with fluff, mention of past trauma

Word Count: 2.4

As they said, you felt a little stuck between a rock and a hard place. Christmas was important to you. It was filled with fond memories of you and your cousins playing in the snow, opening presents early in the morning, and singing Christmas songs around a fire. Christmas meant family. It meant bright lights, white snow, and the smell of cookies. Christmas was your favorite holiday.

Now, you would be spending your holidays with someone else with a more complicated outlook on the holidays. Your relationship with the Black Widow was only a couple of months old. But you’ve known the Avenger for longer as your path crossed the team of heroes daily since you were Helen’s assistant.

At first, the redhead stayed far away from you and the medical team. It seemed common that she wouldn’t be part of the group to get her injuries checked out after a mission. You accepted that was how it was going to be. Until a solo mission left Natasha more injured than she could handle alone, you found her in the kitchen, barely able to stand due to blood loss. You brought her to her room instead of bringing her to the medical unit. You restitched her wounds, cleaned them, and were about to leave, but Natasha asked you to say. A friendship formed under vulnerability, and then a relationship bloomed.

So you sat in your apartment debating whether to decorate for Christmas. Thanksgiving was two days that you spent with your family. Unfortunately, Natasha was on a mission and was due back tomorrow. Some part of you wondered if she took that mission to avoid the holiday. After a rough mission, Natasha told you about her life in Ohio while you cleaned the superficial cuts she got. That mission was created by the Red Room to act like an American family. They filled out a photo album on one day of Christmas, Easter, and summer break to play the part. She told you that she would stare at the empty boxes under the tree and want to rip them open.

Was it a good idea to decorate for Christmas? Would it hurt her? Would it cause a fight, and you would never see her again? Sighing, you stood up from the couch. Fuck it. It was time to decorate for Christmas.

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Her whole body hurt as she climbed the stairs to your apartment, but knowing you were on the other side made it worth it. If you had told the Black Widow that when she defected to SHIELD, she would have someone to welcome her back after a mission, she would have laughed in your face. But you managed to worm your way into her heart. You broke down her walls. It made life less lonely.

Natasha used her key to open the door. It was warm compared to the weather outside. She hated the winter. Tugging off her boots and jacket, a sigh escaped her lips. She heard the sound of the shower and walked into your living room. The record player Helen gifted you was playing, and the Black Widow came face to face with the newest addition to your apartment.

A Christmas tree. The lights were bright and warm. The branches were decorated with red, green, and silver circular ornaments. There were some glass ornaments mixed within that Natasha was afraid to touch. When she took a deep breath in, the smell of pine filled your lungs. “You’re home,” your voice pulled her out of your thoughts and turned around to see you. Your hair was damp from the shower, and you were wearing a sweater that went to the middle of your thighs. “How was the mission?” You asked and closed the distance between you and her. Natasha saw your eyes scan over her possible injuries.

“I’m fine detka,” Natasha whispered. “Just the normal bumps and bruises.” It was a simple recon mission. “What is this?” She pointed to the tree over her shoulder but kept her eyes on you.

You glanced at the tree, then back to the Black Widow, and then to the tree. “It’s a Christmas tree,” you said. The redhead rolled her eyes and turned to face the tree. Tentatively, she felt you press your front to her back, and your arms went around her waist, your chin resting on her shoulder when she didn’t pull away from you. She hated how much she felt at ease in your arms. “It’s tradition,” you continued. “In my family to decorate for Christmas after Thanksgiving.” You spoke slowly. “I debated back and forth if I should put it up. I can take it down if it’s too much.”

“It’s your apartment,” Natasha said. “Do whatever you want.” It was easier for Natasha to deflect than acknowledge how you cared about her emotions.

“It’s your home, too,” you kissed the side of her head. “So I can take it down. No harm. No foul.”

“It’s,” Beautiful. Overwhelming. Terrifying. All these words bounced around in her head, but they weren’t enough to describe all these feelings. “It’s real.” She finally spoke. She hoped you understood the meaning behind her words. This was real. Your relationship with her was real. Not fabricated by the Red Room. If she chooses, she could celebrate Christmas with you.

“Come on,” you squeezed her waist, then dropped your arms. Natasha pouted at the loss of contact. “You are home early. Dinner isn’t ready yet.”

You were incredible. Your heart was so good. Natasha worried she didn’t deserve it.

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Natasha was in trouble. You had been a thought in her mind that wouldn’t leave since the Christmas tree incident two weeks ago. Now, Christmas was next week, and Natasha was stuck on what to do. A mission request was in her hand, which would take her away for the holiday. The deputy director gave her the mission without a second thought because Maria knew Natasha wanted to be busy during the holidays. However, Natasha hesitated.

She had someone to spend the holidays with, and Christmas was so important to you. “You are thinking too hard,” Wanda appeared next to her and opened the fridge to take a protein shake out. I can see the smoke coming out of your ears,” she teased. Natasha huffed.

“I am just thinking about-”

“Christmas. That mission. Your girl,” Wand leaned against the counter across from Natasha. “Like I said you are thinking to hard.” The Black Widow rolled her eyes and stood from the chair with the file in her hand. “Wait, Nat. I just want to help.” Natasha stopped at Wanda’s voice but didn’t turn around.

“I don’t think I can be who she wants me to be,” Natasha admitted. Wanda sighed and walked over to her.

“She just wants you, Nat,” Wanda spoke softly. “She doesn’t want you to change.” The redhead walked over to the couch and slumped down. Her arm went up to cover her eyes, but she knew Wanda followed her and sat down. “Tell me what’s going on, Nat.”

“Why don’t you help yourself and look? You’ve done it before without asking.” The Black Widow snapped. She regretted the words as soon as they left her mouth. “Sorry,” she winched and removed her arm. “That was uncalled for.”

“It was,” Wanda deadpanned. “But as your friend, I’m still going to help.” Natasha hesitated. Yes, they worked through what happened when the young girl worked with Ultron, but Natasha was still guarded. There was no one else she could talk to about this, and you and Wanda were friends.

“I think I want to spend Christmas with her, but I don’t know how,” Natasha leaned forward and folded her hands. I have never celebrated Christmas before. I never had a reason. I never had anything real like this.” She felt her emotions get the better of her, but she swallowed it down. She remembered having to lie to her classmates about what she got for Christmas. She deserves a perfect Christmas, and I can’t give that to her.”

“Nat,” Wanda sighed again. “She doesn’t want perfect. She just wants you in any capacity. If you aren’t ready for that, then she will understand. Honestly, she would want to cuddle and watch movies with you.”

“And what do I get her?” Natasha questioned.

“I have some ideas,” the Black Widow looked at Wanda, who had a smile on her face. “What are you going to do about that?” She asked and pointed to the mission request. This was her out, her safe guard but deep down Natasha wanted a life outside of constant missions.

“I think Hill can find someone else to take my spot.”

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“You know,” you smiled at your girlfriend’s voice but remained in your current position. “Your back will kill you for how long you’ve been standing there.”

“That’s why I have a wonderful girlfriend who will give me a massage if I ask,” you said, hearing her scuff and closing the distance between you and her. Her warm hands went to the middle of your back and shoulder. She forced you to stand up straight away from the microscope. You moaned in relief, not realizing how sore you were. Her hands dug into the knots in your back.

“Maria gave me a mission,” you nodded and tried to hide your disappointment. Christmas was next week, and you wanted to spend it with her, but you knew better not to push.

“When are you leaving?” You asked as you closed your eyes and lost yourself in the feeling of Natasha’s hands.

“I declined the mission.” Your eyes shot open at her confession. Your brain scrambled over her last check-up. She wasn’t injured, even though you gave her an earful about not wrapping her hands properly before she boxed. Why would she refuse to go? All the time you’ve known the Black Widow, not even an injury would keep her benched. Slowly, you turned around in your girlfriend’s arms.

“Why did you decline the mission?” You asked. Natasha let out a shaky breath, but her green eyes looked at everything beside you.

“Because,” she finally spoke. Finally, her green eyes landed on you. “I want to spend Christmas with you.” It was impossible to stop the surprise noise that escaped from the back of your throat. Embarrassment washed over you, but Natasha ignored it. “Is that okay?” She asked instead.

“Yeah,” you whispered. That is amazing—incredible—everything you’ve wanted. But those declarations would scare her away. “That is okay.” Natasha managed a small smile, kissed you softly, and pulled you into a hug. You felt her heart beating rapidly against her ribs, and you knew your heartbeat matched.

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You were excited. This moment was everything you wanted, but as the clock counted down to Natasha’s arrival, you started to spiral. Talking with Wanda on the phone helped, but your anxiety was going to make you sick. You decided that a glass of wine was needed to help calm your nerves. There will be no cooking tonight, as you ordered Natasha’s favorite takeout. That was in the oven, staying warm. If Natasha was okay with that, you had everything in the fridge for a Christmas dinner. Everything was about making Natasha comfortable.

As you brought the wine glass to your lips, there was a knock on your door. You quickly ran to the door and looked through the peephole to see your girlfriend. She was shifting awkwardly with a Christmas sweater on and a few gift bags in her hand. “Hi,” you opened the door. “I like the sweater.” Natasha rolled her eyes and stepped into the apartment. You took the bags from her so she could take off her boots.

“A gift from Wanda” was a military green sweater with four black cats embroidered and various Christmas items they were playing with. You hummed.

“So I bet I can expect a matching one in my present,” you giggled and looked at the four bags in your hands. “Speaking of presents, who may I ask are these for?” You teased lightly.

“There are for my other girlfriend,” she deadpanned before snatching the bags out of your hands and headed for the Christmas tree.

You made your way back to the wine and waited. One second passed, followed by another. You watched Natasha stand up tall with a perfectly wrapped present in her hand. Your mother had you wrapping presents before you could talk. “Are these,” she paused. “For me?” You decided to tease her, closing the distance with your wine in your hand.

“No,” you smiled. “These are for my other girlfriend.” You used her words against her, but you saw the switch in her eyes from teasing to vulnerability. You put your glass down and covered her hands with yours. “Yes, these are for you. You can open them now or tomorrow, or you can throw them into the fire because it’s too much,” you managed to make her smile. “But these are real. This is real, just like how we will celebrate this very real holiday and how my-,” your eyes went wide from your almost confession. Natasha gave you a questionable look and gave you space to gather your thoughts. You sighed. “How my love for you is real.”

Natasha dropped the present, and it fell to the ground with a thud. A part of you cringed, but you knew it wasn’t fragile. It was worth it when Natasha pulled you closer, connecting your lips with yours. It took you by surprise, but you melted against her and matched the intensity of the kiss. She pulled away, keeping her lips close to breathe in the same air as you. “I-” the Black Widow closed her eyes. “I-” she couldn’t say it.

The Red Room taught her that love was a weakness, an emotion reserved for children. She couldn’t say a simple three-word sentence, but you knew her true feelings. Like everything with Natasha, she used her actions instead of her words. She said, ‘I love you,’ when she made sure you had lunch on a busy day, took care of her injuries, or massaged the knots in your shoulders. At night, her lips traveled across your skin. She let you in.

“I know, baby,” you whispered and kissed her again. Her hands moved underneath your Christmas sweater and traced the skin of your back. It was all too much and not enough. Natasha consumed all of your senses.

“Merry Christmas, dorogoy.”

“Merry Christmas.”

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The Haunting Silence // Natasha Romanoff x Fem!Reader

Summary: Natasha was your soulmate and she had done everything physically possible to keep you hidden and safe. Every day the two of you spoke through your mind using your soulmate connection but, what happens when suddenly Natasha's mind is silent?

Requested by: @southern-goth​ thank you for the request!

Tags: 18+ readers only, smut, angst (lots!), fluff, hurt/comfort, head injury, Sense 8 soulmates AU, Crying/Anxiety, threats of violence, protective Natasha, scissoring, oral sex, fingering, multiple orgasms

Words: 7.5k

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Soulmates: two souls that are deeply connected and once successfully found, can communicate through their minds, no matter how far the location or language that was spoken. They were rare and many people were driven insane with the search to find their one true love but not you, you'd accepted years ago that there may never be the chance of ever finding her until fate was on your side.

It had been a beautifully mundane day. The movies like to show a romantic first meeting between two souls tied together from the depths of time, whether it be colliding in a coffee shop, running through the rain or even the hero saving someone from a villain. This was not anything like the start to your story, in fact, there were many details you couldn't remember.

Was it sunny? A Monday? Were you wearing jeans or leggings? You were completely unsure of any of these details but these were all menial with regard to the bigger picture no matter what day it was; it was the best day of your life as you met your soulmate. One minute your thoughts were your own, always described as 'hauntingly silent' by individuals who had already found their soulmates and thought back to the time before meeting their loved one.

Then the next, as you turned towards the exit of your work, your eyes hadn't even connected with her green eyes, still mesmerised by her lips as another silky voice echoed, "Oh", through your mind. It wasn't just this, as a warmth settled through your chest, not realising how empty you had been surviving through life until you finally found her, Natasha, your soulmate.

Natasha Romanoff had recently joined SHIELD when the two of you met but, she was honest about her alter ego Black Widow, as well as her past as an assassin which quickly helped to decide the dynamic of your relationship: a secret.

You were a nurse in a small hospital in the middle of nowhere, it was a surprise to you that Natasha had even found your workplace with it only being used by the locals. This fact actually aided with you being able to keep the relationship secret, you were a nobody in comparison to Natasha, no one would even look in your direction with suspicions or notice a hooded figure sneaking into your home in the middle of the night with your lack of neighbours.

At first, it had been difficult, you'd just found someone you wanted to spend every waking second with but she had to travel around the world and face dangerous missions constantly. However, thankfully with your soulmate connection, you could talk through your minds as long as you were both awake. Then as aliens attacked Earth and the Avengers were formed, you were happy to still be hidden, knowing that if anyone found out about you, they could use you against Natasha so a long-distance relationship it was.

Every single day, the two of you spoke, her words always feeling like being wrapped in a tight warm hug or when the tone changes, a seductive finger sliding down your spine.

Today, you were 5 hours into your shift at the hospital, finding a spare moment to wander down an empty corridor, hugging a report to your chest as a smile widened across your face.

You aren't lying to me, are you? your words were teasing towards Natasha but had every undertone of seriousness behind them.

Natasha had to hide her smile behind the microphone of the headpiece she wore as she was currently flying the Quinjet on the way back from a mission with the Avengers. Why would I lie to you, Milaya?

Your heartbeat quickened at the use of her nickname for you, Milaya, translating to darling, a name that often had you feeling safe and warm. It was also an easy way for Natasha to distract you from your questioning so you shook your head and tried to remain on track with your mind communication.

Please tell me, you encouraged, trying to find out if your soulmate had earned any injuries on this mission.

I'm fine, it's only a scratch on my wrist. - and bruised ribs to match the deep purple shade forming along her jaw where some asshole managed to punch her in the face, but you didn't need to know about that Natasha decided. You were at work and didn't need the distraction.

Hmm fine, I'll believe you for now but I'm going to see if you're lying when you get here in 2 days' time, you responded trying to sound slightly doubtful, having had this conversation with the red-haired assassin far too many times before.

Natasha's mouth quipped into a soft smile that she didn't bother to hide, eyes softening as she looked across the extensive view of clouds. 2 days seemed like such a long time to you both, her stomach twisting uncomfortably thinking about the wait as she decided, I'll try and visit sooner.

Don't rush baby, I would love to see you but please rest. It had been nearly two weeks since you had been able to hold or kiss Natasha and it was almost like you craved to be with her, needing to smell her hair, stroke her bare skin - you were going insane without her around. However, you couldn't help but feel bad that she felt the need to rush to be with you, she was so busy on these missions, hardly eating, sleeping and having to be at peak physical performance at all times. She was doing the very most and travelling across the country to see you whereas you had to sit pretty and wait for her, yes you worked full-time at the hospital but it was hard to compare your fatigue to Natasha's.

I just want to be with you, Natasha finally admitted, her voice losing the confident tone she had been trying to uphold for your benefit.

Your steps slowed to a stop as you stared at a crack in the concrete floor, I want to be with you too. You sighed out loud, wiping a hand down your face before trying to continue the conversation. Where are you at the moment?

Natasha swallowed the lump forming in her throat, the sudden overwhelming sensation to cry needing to pass as she was still surrounded by her friends in the Quinjet who had no idea she had found her soulmate all of those years ago. Looking at her coordinates, she replied, we are flying over Colorado at the moment.

You smiled slightly as you approached the door you had originally been planning on visiting in the hospital, the happiness felt through the bond that Nat could feel her chest warming. Oh, I've always wanted to visit Colorado, I've heard the--.

Silence.

Not the silence that came with being distracted and losing your train of thought but the sort of quiet that left an empty hole in Natasha's chest as she waited for you to finish your sentence but it never came. The assassin sat up further in her seat, heart beginning to pound violently behind her ribcage as the realisation dawned on her that the emotions she was experiencing were the haunting silence she felt before meeting you before there was ever a soulmate connection.

Milaya? Natasha asked into the void of her mind, but there wasn't any sort of response or emotions felt back. Even when you were asleep, Natasha could feel your calmness and sense of contentment through the bond but it was just...lifeless.

MILAYA?! The red-haired woman was screaming through her mind, frantically pulling off her headset as they felt suddenly claustrophobic, forest green eyes darting wildly around the multitude of buttons laid out before her on the jet's console.

Nat hadn't noticed that in her surge of anxiety to try and get you to respond, she had actually begun verbalising her nickname for you, which caught the attention of Tony who was sitting closest to her.

"Who? I'm not naming the jet that Nat, if- Woah". Tony's words were swiftly cut off as Natasha pushed past him, her mouth was painfully dry, eyes wide and unblinking with fear, the match the tremor that had settled in her hands as she grabbed the touchscreen computer typing in your hospital's location.

Her eyes moved faster across the screen than ever before. There was nothing, no reports of an attack, nothing that would be a reason for your bond to completely disappear. Next, she opened the local police scanners and reports but once more, there was nothing that reverted back to the hospital.

Every second that agonisingly ticked past, she continued to scream a mixture between your name and Milaya, hoping there would be some sort of a response but nothing seemed to come of it.

"Natasha? What is it?", it was Steve who was asking now. Natasha's erratic behaviour was quickly questioned by her colleagues and friends who all approached and watched with confusion as she continued to lose all control.

Clint pushed past the others, grabbing onto his best friend's shoulders, his eyebrows furrowing as a tear slipped from the woman's eye, sliding down her cheek. Looking over her shoulder towards the screen, he recognised the hospital name, him being the only person that Natasha trusted with your whereabouts.

"What is it?" Clint demanded.

"I... I can't hear her", Natasha's voice was quiet and displayed her distraught brokenness.

"Her? Who is her?" Tony asked.

"Tony, not now", it was Bruce this time who spoke up, having never seen Natasha lose her composure like this, something had to be seriously wrong.

Clint's hands moved to cup her cheeks, forcing her to look up at him, "Nat, I'm gonna need you to take a deep breath in for me and tell me what's going on."

Natasha removed herself from Clint's grip after taking one steady breath before turning back towards the computer screen, not bothering to wipe away the tears that she couldn't stop from falling as she attempted to log into the hospital's CCTV. From there, she rewound the feed to a couple of minutes ago and began to search through the corridors.

"Can someone explain what's going on, please?" Steve asked, more sternly than before, trying to find some answers that he wasn't getting.

However, the Black Widow wasn't listening, becoming even more panic-stricken with each passing second as she searched for you on the screen until finally, some air returned to her lungs as she found you walking down a deserted corridor, the footage a minute before the bond suddenly stopped. Natasha nearly smiled at seeing you there, even though she couldn't see the details of your face due to the low-quality cameras.

Tentatively, she, along with the rest of the Avengers, watched you walk down the corridor. Nat's eyes continued to glance at the time, watching it tick down as you approached the door at the end of the corridor, opened it and stepped in and then nothing as it was the time everything became silent. There were no further camera feeds in that room, you were simply there one minute and then something happened in the room and the bond was gone.

Natasha rested her head against the computer, closing her eyes to put all of her effort into shouting your name into the void in her mind but the only thing that responded was the silence and the disrupting shouting from the people around her was distracting.

"Everyone shut up!", she demanded with authority, thinking hard enough that it was beginning to form a migraine.

Glancing towards Clint, who looked just as worried as she felt, he asked, "Nothing? What about here?" he tapped against his chest, directly over his heart.

Natasha shook her head before a red suitcase caught her eye line. Taking a step towards Tony she demanded, "Give me the iron man suit".

Tony scoffed, "What? Not until you explain what's happening- wait what the fuck?!"

"GIVE ME THE SUIT!", Natasha had lost all composure, not thinking clearly, only thinking about you as a priority as she reached into her holster and within half a second, had her gun pointed towards Tony's head.

"Natasha, put the gun down, NOW.", Steve demanded, taking a step towards the billionaire like he was going to stand in front of the gun for his friend.

Nat began to cry, still mumbling, "Give me the suit Tony", the hand holding the gun still visibly shaking. Clin stepped directly in the path between the gun and Tony before Steve could, he held up his hands for good measure to show he didn't mean any harm.

"Nat listen to me", his voice was calm and low as he spoke, like he was talking to a frightened animal. "Even if you wear his iron man suit, I don't think you're in the right mindset to be by yourself so this is what's going to happen. You're going to lose the gun and I'm going to sit in the pilot seat and fly us to her, we'll be there in a couple of hours but you need to calm down right now, this jet is too small to be firing guns and you know it".

She knew he was right, thankful that she had a friend to talk some sense into her as she lowered the gun, nodding her head towards Clint who rushed to the seat she was just sitting in, placing the headset over his head. Returning the gun back into her holster and watching as Clint increased the speed of the jet, she suddenly jumped as Bruce began talking to her.

"How long has it been since you found her?" he offered her a warm drink that she hadn't noticed him pour for her. Of course, Bruce was the first to suss out what was going on. Nat held the warm drink in her hands and forced herself to drink it, even though the nausea she felt was overwhelming, she needed to try and keep calm.

"Before I knew any of you...except for Clint", Natasha admitted quietly, sitting in one of the seats surrounding the edge of the Quinjet.

Steve sighed heavily, sitting next to her, now understanding just what was going on.

"Wait, so you've had a soulmate this entire time and you didn't tell any of us?" Tony asked, sounding slightly disheartened by the news.

"I had...I NEEDED to keep her safe Tony. Do you really think our jobs don't come without any repercussions?" Tony shivered at Nat's words, thinking about the number of times his soulmate Pepper had been caught in the crossfire due to him being Iron Man. "Exactly. I can't lose her, she's... the only person I have and the only one I let get close to me, she's my only one and now, she's not answering my calls, something is wrong, I know it is".

The Avengers all nodded their head solemnly, understanding why she had reacted the way that she did. Tony sat opposite Nat, eyes full of remorse, "So is her name Milaya? That's what I heard you say earlier".

Natasha released a half-assed chuckle beneath her breath, "No that's just a nickname, her name is y/n", she allowed herself to smile for a split second, thinking about the first time she'd called you Milaya and how fond you were of it.

Then realisation dawned on her that this was really happening. Not only were you potentially in danger but now the Avengers also knew about you, could this potentially mean you didn't need to hide anymore? Shaking her head she left that thought for another time, needing to make sure you were ok first.

"Everyone strap in", Clint shouted over his shoulder, the jet beginning to reach it's maximum speed. Natasha attached the buckles around herself tightly, dropping her head back and continued to try and shout down the bond.

Clint landed in the near-empty car park in record timing much to Natasha's relief, who hardly waited for the doors to fully open before jumping down onto the tarmac. Even though the car park was bare for vehicles, there was still a scattering of people gathered around, visiting people in the hospital or using the facilities which meant, as the Avengers were suddenly in this forgotten-about town, it caught their attention quickly, shouts and whispers from every direction.

This didn't stop the group however as they followed Natasha into the building, her footsteps fierce and confident, face full of determination, all tears gone as anger replaced those feelings. There wasn't any immediate sigh of distress as they entered the building, and no sign of an attack still or police presence.

The reception lay straight ahead, and immediately, Natasha knew that it was the receptionist Bonnie behind the counter, someone you had talked about with affection on many occasions and it dawned on the assassin that she probably knew every professional in this small building.

Trying to not sound too aggressive but still holding the urgent tone, Natasha stopped before the counter, staring at Bonnie who looked up with comically wide eyes, glancing at each of the Avengers before looking back at Black Widow as she began speaking, "Y/N, where is she?"

Bonnie frowned in bewilderment, "Nurse Y/N? But how did you know-"

Natasha's heart dropped painfully as the receptionist seemed to confirm that something had happened. Beginning to lose her composure once more, her voice raised in noise level as she demanded, "Where is she? Is she even here? Did someone take her? Is she dead-?"

Bonnie quickly cut off Natasha's rant, standing from her seat with raised hands, "No! No she's not dead but something did happen earlier, let me take you to her".

She directed the group down a corridor, half running with how fast Natasha was trying to walk in front of her, ignoring the stares from the other patients and professionals. As they approached a series of windowed rooms, Bonnie began to explain what had happened.

"A ... a guy came in earlier, we think he snuck through the basement but he was caught stealing meds which were where Nurse Y/N was stationed and...she found him in the cupboard and he hit her hard across the head, by the time we found her, the guy was gone and she was unconscious on the floor. The doctors are still waiting for her to wake up was the last update that I had".

Natasha was reeling from the information, knees momentarily buckling but Clint was right behind her, hand under her arm to keep her upright and moving. You were alive, that was the information that alarmed through her mind, you were unconscious that was why she couldn't feel the concentration, it wasn't like you were asleep and could wake at any time, you'd been forcibly put to sleep, your body healing and cold.

Then there was the fact that someone had actually hurt and injured HER soulmate, right now, you were her priority but the second you were feeling better, nothing and no law would stop Natasha from hunting this guy down.

Suddenly Bonnie stopped in front of a large window that looked into a private room that had light filtering through the blinds causing an orange hue to shift across where you lay in the hospital bed in the centre of the room. There were a few machines scattered around that were monitoring your observations and a nurse recording the results standing next to the bed.

Natasha had to use every part of her training to try and hold back the audible sob that threatened to explode from her mouth as she didn't wait for permission to walk into the room. However, no one seemed to have the courage to even question the Avenger, all looking confused between her and the other heroes, nurses and healthcare assistants gathering to see what all the commotion was about.

The nurse turned, hearing someone else entering to room, her eyes widening just as exaggeratedly as Bonnie's and Natasha was quick to read his name tag, Chris. Internally she smiled knowing you were in good hands, Chris had a reputation at the hospital for his quality of care and that you and he were close friends, it must have been hard for him to then stay professional and give care for his friends.

"Is...Is she ok?" Natasha finally found her tongue to ask the Nurse, her green eyes wandering over every inch of your body. You looked almost peaceful, except for the fact that you were still in your Nurse tunic and there was a bandage plastered to your forehead.

A wave of nauseous anger rushed through Nat's body but she took a deep breath, trying to steady herself. Chris's full attention was now on the Avenger as he answered her question with a surprisingly sturdy tone considering he was talking to one of Earth's Mightiest Heroes. "She's had several stitches to close the injury, we found a metal pole next to her covered in blood so she took a strong hit. Thankfully there's no internal damage shown in the scans and she's yet to wake up but her observations have remained stable. Even if she wakes, she'll need to stay for a day or so to fully assess the damage."

The red-haired woman nodded, feeling somewhat relieved hearing this.

"Natasha?" Clint asked from the doorway having heard what Chris had said, waiting until the assassin turned towards him before continuing. "You good? We'll get out of here to give you some space just... keep in touch, will you? Let us know when she wakes up and-", his voice lowered dangerously low, "we'll find the guy".

Natasha nodded thankfully, even though she wanted to find whoever did this, the promising look in Clint's eyes she knew to trust that he had it covered. The rest of the Avengers shuffled back down the corridor, waving at the onlookers, thankfully taking the spotlight off of Natasha for a second as she attempted to step closer to you.

With no one there to hold her up, her knees buckled once more with overwhelming relief pulsing through her heart as she reached for your hand, her eyes filling with tears at the warm skin of your hand against yours, finally feeling grounded and connected to you.

Chris was quick to provide a chair for the Assassin, leaving the two of you and ushering away the spectators through the window, Natasha decided she would find him later to thank him for this.

"Oh Milaya," Natasha sighed as her face searched yours, hand gripping yours before stroking the back with his thumb.

The movement seemed to stir something with you as your fingers twitched in her grasp, a moan releasing from your mouth, eyes flicking beneath your still-closed eyelids. It almost felt like instinct for you to turn your head towards Natasha, feeling her presence there as the further you stirred, the mouth the empty hole in Natasha's chest filled with your bond.

"Natasha?" you whispered, voice thick and slurring slightly.

Nat brushed her other hand across your cheek, leaning down to lightly kiss the part of your temple that wasn't covered in bandages, mumbling "I'm here, baby". For this once, she absolutely didn't care who could see the two of you, Natasha allowed herself to be vulnerable for a moment, she thought she'd lost you, there was no way she was wasting another moment again.

A further hour passed before you moved again, sucking in a deep breath to properly fill your lungs and frowning, feeling something was off but not sure what. Blinking open your eyes, you flinched at the bright light that sent pain sparking across your head.

"Milaya?", Natasha whispered, careful to keep the noise down to not affect your sensitive senses. Her thumb brushed across your soft cheek, trying to help you arouse so she could see your pretty eyes.

"Nat?" you asked again, voice still sounding just as slurred and thick as before, "Am I dreaming?".

Eventually, your eyes opened, squinting against the orange light still pouring through the outside window. Even though the doctors had been giving you pain relief through your IV that was attached to the back of your hand that Natasha wasn't holding, you were still sensitive to the lingering concussion.

"There are those pretty eyes", Natasha praised as you looked at her hovering over you. "You aren't dreaming, you're ok, you're safe".

"What- What's going on?" you asked, feeling like something was wrong but not quite understanding just yet. You were confused and dazed still. Attempting to sit up, you frowned as your soulmate pushed against your shoulders, keeping you lying but you were only attempting to be closer to her.

"Hey it's ok, you don't need to get up, you need to rest", Nat encouraged, watching as you looked down at your body, observing the leads attached to various areas to monitor your observations, the cannula in your hand to the heavy feeling in your head, lifting said hand to brush over the soft material of the bandage on your head. Natasha cupped your hand and pulled it away from your injury, "Be careful my love, you've been hurt, don't touch it".

"I've been hurt?" you asked with confusion but the slur was very much still evident, you still need to rest and recover.

"Yeah, do you ... remember anything that's happened? Do you know what day it is?" Natasha asked, staring down worriedly at you.

You tried to think hard about today but your mind continued to be blank with delirium. "Uh... I don't remember anything. I feel like I'm floating through space", you admitted but then something dawned on you, even though you couldn't name what day it was, you knew you were at work, having been in this particular room hundreds of times and Natasha was definitely next to you right now, still dressed in her Black Widow uniform. Eyes flicking over her shoulder to the indoor window, you could see some of your colleagues walking around. "You're here! In front of everyone, they'll see you, Natasha!"

Natasha's eyes softened, hands coming up to cradle your face, "Shhh Milaya, I don't care that they've seen me. Baby, I thought you were dead." Her eyes dropped from yours to stare at your name tag that was clipped to your tunic, willing the heavy emotions to remain at bay, you needed to rest and she didn't want to make you more upset. "We were talking and then you were silent but usually, I can feel you even when you're asleep but there was nothing and I couldn't... I had to come here, I thought you were in danger, I mean, you were in danger! Apparently, some asshole was stealing med and you found him so he hit you with a metal bar".

"I'm sorry I scared you", you responded, feeling overwhelming guilt over the situation but still feeling completely dazed and out of it. "Will you stay?" you asked hopefully, reaching up to touch her cheek gently.

"I'm not leaving your side", Natasha confirmed.

"Good". The two of you stayed silent for a few minutes as the assassin returned to sitting in her seat, lifting your hand to place it back against her cheek so she could nuzzle into it. You smiled at her softness, something she didn't often like to display before something else caught your eye, your fingers nimbly grasping her chin to turn her head away from you so you could look at her chin, seeing the painful bruise there, "I thought it was just a scratch you got on this mission?" you asked with a raised eyebrow.

"Ah, so you do remember somethings", Natasha smirked, referring to the conversation the two of you were having before you were attacked.

"Oh little bits," you admitted, "I bet we look like a right pair", you joked, eyes closing with heaviness suddenly exhausted.

"Get some sleep Milaya", Natasha muttered against the palm of your hand.

I love you, you spoke into the mind connection, feeling heat spreading across your chest with love.

Natasha had never heard such beautiful words before, sighing and leaning over before she could stop herself to kiss your lips softly, audibly whispering, "I love you too".

Thankfully, 24 hours later you were discharged and finally bombarded by your friends and colleagues that were swiftly brushed away by Natasha as she led you towards the exit, but she quickly admitted that her phone had been going off constantly from the Avengers, wanting to invite you over soon to be introduced.

It took Clint three hours to find the man responsible for the attack and had been keeping him in a secret holding for Natasha, not that the woman was rushing to leave your side any time soon.

The days passed by and you were forced to rest by both the Doctor and Natasha, who was quick to do anything and everything for you and you were more than thankful, the symptoms of the concussion taking longer than you'd anticipated to wear off.

Finally, you felt strong enough to climb out of bed, the smell of food being cooked coming from the kitchen had your stomach growling in hunger as you quickly had a shower, still careful of the plaster over your stitches but the massive bandage had been removed thankfully.

After dressing in only an oversized top and shorts, you smiled lovingly at the sight of Natasha in the kitchen, standing in dark joggers and a thin grey vest, her hands moving skillfully over the food that was cooking, toast popping up in the toaster.

You began to move forward with the plan to help her by buttering the toast, greeting her with a "Hello beautiful", and reaching for the knife and butter. However, your attempts were futile as Natasha snatched away the utensil.

"Nope, I'm doing that, go and sit down please", she began moving away from you, to continue with her cooking.

Rolling your eyes, you simply found another butter knife from the drawer and moved back to the toast, "I'm fine! I can butter my own toast, Natasha".

Once again, she simply removed the knife from your hand, shaking her head with a throaty laugh, "I'm looking after you so go and sit down".

"You have looked after me and I'm feeling almost normal except for the stitches", you admitted, pulling the toast over from the toaster and placing it onto the plate, moving closer to Nat to try and snatch the knives out of her hand but she held it at arm's length, still smirking. "You're relentless you know that?" you finally admit defeat, hand dropping to your side.

You watched her move for a moment, not planning on sitting down at all before stepping behind her as she stirred something in one of the pans. Your hands rested against her waist, fingers teasing along the hem of her vest to finally slip beneath and feel her warm, soft skin as your lips kissed along her exposed shoulder. You smiled against her, hearing the relaxed sigh escape her mouth.

"Hmm... and you are good at distractions", Natasha quipped over her shoulder, leaning into your touch.

"I've missed you," you admitted thoroughly, even though the two of you had been together for the last few days, due to you resting, you hadn't been able to be intimate and you missed her, especially being away for so long before the attack.

I've missed you too, Milaya. Natasha spoke through your mind, hands moving to rest over yours before turning slightly towards you. "But- I need you to eat first, your stomach growling woke me up this morning and I'd feel much more content knowing your belly as full before I take your clothes off".

You swallowed harshly at the end of her sentence, thankful that she wasn't fighting you on being intimate and you could deal with the request, kissing her mouth quickly before stepping back towards the table that was already set for the two of you to eat.

Sitting down, you watched mesmerised as she cooked, it looking almost like she was dancing around the kitchen, you knew you could never be as graceful as her but she also had extensive training which aided with her movements. Your core clenched though as her vest continued to ride up on her hips, exposing more of her stomach and you wanted nothing more than to lick the area.

"Having fun over there?" Natasha asked with a wicked smirk plastered on her beautiful face as she observed your wandering eyes and the shifting you were doing on the chair with your obvious arousal.

You bite your lip to hide your grin at being caught, not quite finding the words to respond that wasn't a request to take her clothes off so you distracted yourself by drinking the glass of water that was already placed on the table.

The two of you ate and chatted about Natasha's teammates, especially Tony who had sent about 50 invitations to you to join the numerous events that were coming up that the Avengers had to attend, hoping you would accept one so he could bombard you with questions.

You both had decided that you'd attend one eventually, increasing the security would be easier now as you didn't need to hide away. This new found freedom was exhilarating and you couldn't wait to walk down the street, holding her hand and showing everyone that she was yours.

Scrapping the plate clean and moaning at how good the food tasted, you stood to wash up the plates but once again, Natasha was grabbing the plates from your hands, moving over to the sink and placing them into the warm water.

"We can do that later", she informed, extending her slender hand for you to take and leading the way towards the bedroom. The two of you lay in the centre of the bed, your eyes were already heavy, you hadn't realised just how tired you were, with a full stomach and it had been the most you'd moved in days and had exhausted you quickly.

You felt bad having teased her and attempted to reach for her but she easily held down your arms, pulling your body against hers, fingers moving delicately across your scalp in a calming manner. "Get some sleep baby, I'll be here when you wake up".

When you finally woke, you were greeted with the peaceful sight of Natasha also sleeping, her features completely relaxed. Watching her for a moment, you carefully lifted your hand, attempting to tuck a strand of hair that had fallen across her face behind her ear but in a blink, your hand was stopped in midair as Natasha gripped your wrist.

You grinned as she opened her eyes, "It's really creepy when you do that".

Natasha's plump lips tilted into a smirk, her eyes flicking across your face as she bought your wrist up to her mouth, kissing the sensitive skin on the inside that sent a shiver through your spine. "You love how quick I am, really", she teased, her voice completely sultry to match the darkening look in her eyes.

"I love everything about you", you countered, leaning closer, finally closing the gap between your lips. Both of you released a heavy sigh, breaths fanning across each other's faces at finally touching. Your skin burned instantly, feeling like there were tiny electric pulses coming from wherever your skin met and it always felt like that when it was with your soulmate, intense and powerful.

Natasha broke the kiss first but only to move down your cheek, on her own journey to reach your lobe, nibbling the sensitive flesh between her teeth that caused a deep moan to vibrate in your chest as your fingers reached for the thin straps on her shoulders, efficiently pushing them down.

"My Milaya", Natasha whispered against your ear, her fingers, pushing underneath your shirt to do their own exploration. Just before the tips of your fingers began to graze over her now exposed breasts, she pushed you fully onto your back, easily rolling on top, straddling over your abdomen her shoulder-length hair falling and framing her face as she leaned over you. "Let me make you feel good".

You mewled in response, admiring the beauty that she was, the way her lips parted and shined in the light, the straps dropped off of her shoulder that allowed for her vest to drop and reveal her perked breasts that were desperate to be touched. A finger slid under your chin as she looked at you with a raised eyebrow.

"You're so beautiful Natalia", you praised, hoping your eyes showed as much affection as your words did. Natasha's shoulders visibly dropped with love at the use of her birth name before she was leaning over you and kissing you fiercely, desperately moving, tongue pushing and flicking against your own, both moaning as you could taste each other.

Your hips lifted trying to find some friction but ended up grinding against Nat who groaned at the contact, her fingers suddenly reaching to grasp the edges of her vest, pausing the kiss for a second so she could remove the offensive material before moving back down to your mouth.

It felt so good to have her chest naked, rubbing against your t-shirt, that she was willing to be so bare before you. Your fingers caressed down her spine first before pulling around to the front, grazing over her scars and careful of her still healing bruised ribs that didn't seem to phase Nat anymore as you finally cupped her tits.

You felt the weight of them against your palm, squishing the beautiful flesh before tweaking her pretty nipples, earning a grind down from Nat's hips on your abdomen. Smiling against her mouth, you knew she had ultra-sensitive nipples which only made it more fun to play with them, hearing the desperate little moans she would release.

Suddenly, you were left cold and reaching for more as Nat sat up, pushing her hair out of her face as she looked down at you, "take off your clothes", she demanded whilst climbing off of your lap to remove her joggers speedily. You did as instructed, first removing your shirt and then your underwear before lying back down and Nat was straight away straddling your body again.

With no layers of material between the two of you, her bare, noticeably wet cunt now lay against your abdomen. Your hands went to her hips to grind her hips further against you, making her rock her body against yours as she leaned down once more to kiss you, your breasts rubbing together as her pussy rolled against your stomach.

"I'm supposed to be making you feel good", Nat whispered breathlessly against your neck of which she had moved to leave open-mouthed kisses against the sensitive skin.

You chuckled, releasing her hip with one hand to reach between your bodies to play with her nipple again, feeling the vibration of her moan melt into where your chests touched. "You are making me feel good", you responded just as breathlessly, rubbing your thighs together and feeling how wet you were.

The assassin suddenly moved, half climbing down your body and moving one of your legs over her hip, lowering her hips and then her cunt was stroking against yours. The two of you moaned, and your eyes flicked between her now swollen parted lips and where her hips began rolling against yours, your clit brushing against yours, both of your juices mixing together.

You matched her movements, gripping onto the leg that she had positioned over yours still, your hips rolling with hers, both gasping and mewling as your clits were rubbed and swiped against each other.

"Feel so good baby", Natasha praised, her hand coming up to cup against your breast, massaging the flesh slowly to match the thrusting of her hips. Your head flung back as she tweaked your pebbled nipples as she pressed especially hard against your clit. "Do you like when I rub on you Milaya?" she asked you, feeling her cunt pulse with arousal at seeing you experience such pleasure.

"Yes, feel so so good", you groaned, also reaching up to play with her tits, before sitting up slightly and pulling her face down, kissing her desperately as you both chased your highs, clits still sliding against one another with how wet you both were.

You were so close, your core beginning to tighten as you began to chant her name like a prayer, needing and wanting her, begging not to stop as Natasha was responding with just as much desperation.

Your cunt then started fluttering as you came, hands gripping onto Natasha hard enough that you were sure to leave bruises but it just felt so good that you couldn't stop. Natasha continued her movements for a few further minutes, finding her own release with a beautiful gasp.

You had planned for her to catch her breath but she was moving before you could comprehend that she was, your legs being pushed back against your chest to expose your soaked cunt to her as she lay down on her stomach, eyes connecting with yours as her mouth dropped to your pussy.

She began by licking up everything you had spilt, moaning at the taste of yours and her juices, tongue pushing through your folds before teasing your hole that was still twitching to be filled. Your hands replaced hers with holding up your leg, of which she gave a long lick up your entire middle as a reward, now freeing up her hands. With one, she spread you open, giving her the perfect view of your clit and hole and then she was diving right in, her lips sealing around your clit and sucking whilst two of her powerful fingers pushed inside of you, curling instantly about your special spot.

"Oh my god- Natasha!" you moaned, and you could feel her smiling against your bundle of nerves at your reaction, seeing your eyes closed to concentrate solely on the pleasure that was being given you. This was all you had wanted for weeks, to be with her, spend time touching and pleasuring each other's bodies, feel the bond glowing and strengthening with the time spent together.

Natasha's skilled tongue and fingers drew a toe-curling orgasm out of you, your back arching to try and grind your hips on her face. She had been a master at work, her eyes never leaving your face as she watched you go through all the stages of pleasure.

You were then rolling the two of you over, and you wanted nothing more than repay her with your tongue but you still had to be careful of the stitches on your forehead. So instead, you used your fingers in her soaking cunt and your mouth sucked leisurely on her nipples which had her clenching around your fingers, your thumb stroking against her throbbing clit.

"Milaya, don't stop", Natasha cried out, hands clenching into the sheet below, her thighs shaking around your hand, a pink glow to her cheeks as she watched you move from one breast to the next. You didn't stop, wouldn't stop until she was cuming around you and the way her walls were becoming tighter, her breaths coming out in short bursts you knew it would be soon.

"Cum for me 'Tasha, wanna hear your moans", you encouraged after releasing her nipple for a second and then going straight back to sucking it harshly into the back of your mouth.

"Ah! Yes-!", Nat's eyes rolled back as she began quivering around your fingers and you didn't stop your movements, making sure to draw out every ounce of pleasure that you could, until her hips jolted through overstimulation.

Easing your fingers out of you, you quickly drew them to your mouth, moaning at the sweet taste of her before she was sitting up and kissed your lips. Her tongue stroked against yours and you could taste yourself on her, and you hoped she could do the same taste herself on your mouth.

Then you were both collapsing into the middle of the bed, limbs tangled together facing one another and trying to catch your breaths, sweat glistening off of your bodies. Smiling softly at her beautiful expression, feeling her thumb stroke near to your stitches, you asked, "what's going on in that head of yours?"

"I'm just thankful you're here with me, I don't know what I'd do if something happened to you", she admitted in nothing more than a whispering volume.

Reaching to take her hand in your own, you kissed her knuckles, feeling the scars beneath your lips, "You don't ever have to worry about that baby".

[wolfofthesoldier]

Shadows in the Mountains P.1

𝒂/𝒏: Happy New Year/English is not my first language

𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔: mental illness, anxiety, ptsd, traumata

𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈: Natasha Romanoff x oc Nomad (she/her)

𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚: Natasha is on the run. She seeks protection from a former soldier.

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The dense coniferous forests of the Norwegian mountains seemed to swallow the last remnants of daylight. The cool air was filled with the soft rustling of leaves, yet no human presence broke the silence—except for the invisible eyes watching every corner.

High above, in an inconspicuous cabin, Nomad sat in front of a table full of monitors. Her sturdy frame leaned heavily on the wooden chair as her fingers flew across the keyboard. The screens flickered with live footage from cameras spread over a wide perimeter around her hideout.

A soft beeping made her pause. Movement—barely perceptible. Someone was on their way to her.

Nomad's jaw tightened. Her brown eyes narrowed as she zoomed in on the image. A slender figure in a dark jacket and jeans was cautiously making their way through the terrain. They carried no visible weapons, but Nomad knew better than to trust appearances. She reached for the pistol lying within arm's reach on the table and moved silently toward the door.

As the stranger drew closer, Nomad noticed the red hair peeking out from under the hood. Her face was familiar—too familiar. Natasha Romanoff. Black Widow.

Natasha knew she was being watched. She had noticed the faint red light of one of the cameras hidden in the trees. Her fingers tingled with tension as she cautiously moved forward. She had trusted Nick Fury when he said this was a safe place, but the man was notorious for sending people into the lion’s den when it suited his purposes.

The cabin was unassuming, almost like a relic from a bygone era. But Natasha’s instincts told her the building’s simplicity was deceptive. As she approached, she suddenly felt a presence behind her—calm, dangerous.

“Don’t move.”

The voice was deep and commanding. Natasha obeyed, slowly raising her hands.

“I’m unarmed.”

A quiet scoff. “Do you think that makes a difference?”

Slowly, Natasha turned around and saw Nomad’s face for the first time. The woman was striking—tall, broad-shouldered, with a presence that seemed to fill the space, even though they were standing outside. Her arms were covered in tattoos, interrupted by scars, and her eyes were as hard as granite.

“I’m here because Fury told me I could trust you.”

Nomad’s lips curved into a faint smile. “Fury says a lot of things. But trust? That comes at a price.”

Natasha remained calm, even though her heart was beating faster. “I’m not here to cause you trouble. I just need a safe place to regroup.”

The tension between them was palpable. Nomad studied Natasha, as if trying to look into her very soul. After a moment, she took a step back but kept her weapon ready.

“Come inside. But if you cause me even the slightest bit of trouble, you’ll be out faster than you can blink.”

Natasha gave a small nod and followed her into the cabin.

The cabin was sparsely furnished but functional. A small kitchen, a simple bed, and a desk overloaded with electronics. Natasha remained in the middle of the room as Nomad locked the door behind her.

“You live pretty far off the grid,” Natasha remarked, letting her gaze wander around the space.

“That’s the point,” Nomad replied sharply. She leaned against the wall, arms crossed, watching Natasha closely.

The tension was suffocating, but Natasha didn’t let herself be intimidated. “I’m not here to disrupt you. I know what it’s like to be hunted. If you let me stay for a few days, I promise I’ll stay out of your way.”

Nomad’s eyebrows furrowed, and for a moment, she seemed to wrestle with herself. Finally, she sighed. “You can stay. But no games, Romanoff. I see everything.”

Natasha gave a faint smile, though she knew it wasn’t an empty threat. “Deal.”

Yet, as she stood there, Natasha could sense that behind Nomad’s harsh words and intimidating presence, there was something else—a deep, hidden wound. Maybe she wasn’t as alone as she thought.

[idkwhatever580]

Holy Shit!

Pairings: G!P Natasha Romanoff x Reader

Prompt: During the ceremony for Y/n and Natasha’s wedding, all of Y/n’s and Natahsa's bridesmaids/men slip Polaroids of Y/n's boudoir shoots throughout the night which leads to a hard time for Natasha.

Warnings: slight mentions of family trauma I guess (not having a dad), SMUT, P in V (Natasha has a penis), rough sex, boudoir pictures, unusually dominant reader (it mentions that nat is usually top), toys, teasing, swearing, praise, orgasm denial, degradation, wife kink sort of?, mommy kink, let me know if I missed anything!

A/N: I hope y'all like this one! I've been thinking about how to approach it for a while now and I think I'm ready. Also, this is going to be my first time using my laptop to write so if it is a little weird, I apologize, I'm still figuring out everything from the switch. I'm sorry for the random pov switch. I was all mixed up, but I'm too lazy to fix it. :)

Sidenote: -Y/f/i = your first initial -Y/n/n = your nickname -Detka= baby - Dorogoy= darling

Natasha and I just had the most amazing night of our lives, we got married! but the fun is not over yet.

I have devised a plan that has been in the works for a few months. Honestly, I knew I wanted to do this for Nat even before we proposed to each other. Although I only started truly planning it out after we got engaged.

I went to a boudoir photoshoot. Naturally I needed someone to take pictures. I didn't want Nat to be mad that someone else saw my body, so I asked Wanda, my best friend who has seen my literal everything (one time she literally had to pull my tampon out because I broke both my arms and Nat wasn't home to help), and she helped me get the best pictures ever. Then, I moved onto the second phase of my plan, recruiting.

Natasha and I already had our list of bridesmaids/men in place, so I made sure to use all of them. Natasha had four and I had five.

Natasha's bridesmaids/men are Clint as her Man of Honor, and Yelena, Tony, and Steve.

My bridesmaids/men are Wanda as my Maid of Honor, Kate, Bucky, Carol, and Thor (even though he doesn't quite understand "earthling" weddings yet.)

They all thankfully agreed, even Yelena which was surprising, and I picked out the best photos and put them in order. So, my plan was set and now all I need to do is trust our friends to get the pictures to her. Which I don't even have to worry about that, Wanda has the list and all of the pictures, so she is going to hand them to the set brides' person at the set time and they will deliver it secretly to Nat.

She's gonna be so hard by the end of the night, which is technically my plan. Of course, we've had sex before, and we already plan on fucking later, but she definitely is going to fuck hard tonight.

We are getting to our venue for the celebration after the wedding now and Nat and I have been together the whole car ride, which wasn't that long, but we went for a ride together in the limo so that everyone could get there before our grand entrance.

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You step out of the limo carefully and walk hand in hand to the building. Even though you have already seen the inside and all the decorations, you are still blown away by the beauty of it all.

You and Nat have a planned entrance where she walks in first and then you walk in and "fall" into her to the song Fallin' for Ya.

Everyone cheers for you all, and you both stand together to talk to people. You lean over to speak in Nat's ear so she can hear over the noise the second you see Wanda slip the first photo to Thor, who remembers exactly what to do, thankfully. "Nat, I'm going to talk to Wands real quick are you okay to stay here for a sec?"

She nods her head and says back, "Of course detka, don't keep me waiting too long now"

You smile and nod your head and leave to Wanda, but not without giving Nat a soft peck on the cheek. Thank God for Lip stain, you think, or else both yours and Nat's lip color would be all over your faces by now, especially from that limo ride.

You walk up to Wanda and say "oh my gosh, I'm so scared! What if something goes wrong?"

She giggles at your stressed face knowing there is nothing to worry about, and says, "Hey! Deep breath. Don't be scared, Thor has practiced many times, he is going to get it right."

You nod and keep talking beside Wanda as you subtly watch your wife engage with her friends.

Thor finally walks up to Natasha and casually slips her the first polaroid, and you can't wait to see the look on her face. All of the people Nat is talking to are part of the plan so they know what is happening.

She furrows her eyebrows when she looks at her hand to see that Thor has given her a polaroid upside down so she can't see it. She looks up to ask him what it was, but he was already long gone, so she flips it over not suspecting a thing. She takes one look at the picture and her eyes go wide. She immediately presses the picture to her chest and looks up to find you smiling at her innocently as if she didn't just get handed this.

You send her a soft wave and go back to "talking" with Wanda, and Natasha checks to make sure nobody is behind her and looks again. She smirks at the picture and slides it into the hidden pocket in her dress that was made for a gun in case she needs to protect you, but now it holds something even more valuable to her.

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It has been about fifteen minutes since Nat received her first "gift" and even though she asked about it, you acted stupid and didn't tell her anything saying, "What picture? I didn't take any pictures other than the ones after the ceremony with all our brides' people."

You are now about to cut the cake which is when the next picture is going to be given to her. You decided that every time she gets a pic, the next one is going to be even better than the first. It will really rile her up you think. So as you two walk over there, hand in hand, you walk by Tony who hands her the next polaroid as she passes by him. This time she knows not to look until she is at the cake table where nobody is behind her.

She has an arm around your waist and she sneaks a peak at the next photo.

This one makes her huff out a breath, and she looks over at you who is "oblivious" to the thing she just saw. She squeezes your side as she slips the photo, once again, into her pocket, and you smile slyly at her. She leans over to whisper, "You know what you're doing Y/n."

You both pick up the knife and you say, "Doing what? Cutting the cake?"

She rolls her eyes at you and you both cut the cake and feed each other a slice. Then you both go back to the table that only you and her sit at, and you add, "Of course I know what I'm doing, why else would I do it?" Then you go back to eating your slice of cake acting just as innocent as before.

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You just had your first dance, and it was beautiful, the song you both picked together was a testament of your love and it brought tears to everyone's eyes.

Then, you decided instead of a father daughter dance, to have a Maid/Man of Honor dance. You danced with Wanda and talked and laughed, while Natasha and Clint did the same.

It was beautiful really. You had decided to do this because, even though Natasha has Alexie, you wouldn't have been able to participate since your dad is no longer in your life. The dance with your best friends meant infinitely more than a dance with your fathers would have anyways, and thankfully Alexie wasn't hurt by this. He realized he wasn't a good "dad" in the beginning of her life, and it wasn't his position.

As the dances concluded, Clint smirked at Natasha, and he reached into his suit pocket to pull something into his hand and slipped another polaroid into her hand.

People start joining on the dance floor to have some fun and Nat looks down at the photo and says, "Holy Shit!" maybe just a little too loud making her blush. She shakes her head as Clint laughs and walks off to his wife and kids, but not before Nat punches his shoulder softly, and then she glares at you.

You smile cheekily at her as you walk to her for another dance. You start slow dancing together and say, "Hey baby, whatcha doin?"

She smiles softly at you and says, "Thinking about my beautiful wife and what she and I are doing later tonight."

You make a fake surprise face in the shape of a soft 'o' and say, "Is that right?"

She giggles into your neck, and it is the most beautiful sound you could hear and hums, "mhm"

You smile as you spin her around the dance floor and say, "Well thank you for the compliment baby, but whatever you're thinking is going to have to wait. We promised each other we wouldn't leave earlier than we planned, remember?"

She groans and nods her head in slight defeat mumbling, "I know we did."

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You are now both talking to Natasha's family about what is next for you both. Melina starts out with, "So, when am I getting some grandbabies?"

You and Nat both exchange glances and look back at them and you say, "Well... I uh-" You freeze not knowing what to say.

Thankfully though, Natasha is there for you and says, "Y/n has decided she does not want to give birth. I obviously can't give birth given my situation, and I won't be disrespecting my wife's wishes, so we are going to take it slow as we weigh our other options."

You smile softly knowing that you picked the right girl to be your wife. She literally always has your back. Finally, having composed yourself you cut in as well and say, "We also have decided that we want to live our lives together before we settle down. We want to have the right parenting mindset you know."

Melina and Alexie nod their heads and smile Melina replies, "Well I don't care how or when it happens, I just want a grandbaby." As she is speaking, Yelena inches closer to Nat and then she 'holds' her hand briefly, but in reality, she is slipping the next picture into her hand. Nat's smile widens at the thought of another picture and Yelena walks off to go find Peter and bother him.

Natasha feels like she needs to look at this picture, but she can't if her parents are standing right in front of you, so she smiles when a song she knows comes on and says, "Mama, Papa listen, it's your song! Go dance!" She ushers them off and then turns to you to look at the photo.

This one makes her giggle, so you quirk an eyebrow and say, "What's the problem? Don't like it?"

She widens her eyes a tiny bit and shakes her head so much that you laugh and say, "Alright calm down, you'll mess up your hair"

She smiles and says, "I love it so much, I was just laughing because you could totally be wearing this under your dress since it's white."

All you do is smirk at her and it takes a second for her to process, but she gets it and her mouth falls agape just a bit. You simply walk off and Wanda comes over to say, "Come on! It's time for the flower toss!"

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Both you and Natasha agreed on doing a flower toss, only one is for the guys, and one is for the girls. Your reasoning being that the girls can get a little rough and you wouldn't want any of the boys to get hurt or anything like that. The boys can be very sensitive. ;)

So Natasha does the first toss to the boys, which includes Valkyrie as well since they are feeling more masculine today. (Like a king should). Thankfully nobody got into any fights since they're respectable people. After a bit of laughter, Clint comes out victorious and says he and Laura are simply going to renew their vows. Then he hands Laura the bouquet, and she smiles kissing him softly earning an aww from everyone.

Your toss is next and Loki decided to join in on the girls side since they are feeling more feminine. (Queen shit). The girls didn't get in any fights but they were definitely more aggressive than the boys. Scary, but the one who comes out with the bouquet is surprisingly Carol, who looks over at Val and smirks.

While your toss is happening though, Bucky walks up to an unsuspecting Natasha as she watches the girls' chaos enfold and he gives her a sly smile. By now she has caught onto him and says, "You too?"

He nods his head and says, "You never know which one will be the last." and then he slides the polaroid into her hand like a drug dealer and walks off like nothing happened.

The toss ends right around the same time that her exchange with Buck ends, so you're already making a b-line for her to see her reaction to this photo. She shields herself with your body to look and she swiftly turns the photo.

She groans as she slips yet another keepsake in her hidden pocket. You smile as she leans her head on your shoulder, which to anyone else would look like she's just cuddling up to you, but you know better. So you lean really close to her ear and whisper, "Are you hard baby?"

She simply nods her head. Thank God she fell in love with a decently poofy dress that doesn't show the contours of her dick. Especially since most people don't know about her little friend down there, not that it's any of their business, but they don't know because she always tucks it for events and missions. However, most of the main Avengers know, having all walked in on you two at least once. So, you walk to your table and sit down so she can have a break. You giggle at her when she's taking a few breaths and say, "What? You act like you haven't seen me naked before."

She glares at you and says, "No, it's not that. It's the fact that my lovely beautiful wife keeps catching me off guard, and might I also add the fact that she is so incredibly hot that I can barely handle myself?"

This makes you blush softly, and she smiles at you. You two share a sweet moment even through the dirty part.

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Thankfully Nat has had a few minutes for her... stuff to calm down, because Wanda picks up the mic and starts speaking, "I'd like to make some toast please."

You both giggle at the joke she stole from Agnes in Despicable Me 2, one of the movies that brought both you and Wanda childlike comfort during hard nights, while everyone else quiets down for the speeches. Wanda continues, "We are going to start our speeches now, so could Melina and Alexie please come up?"

Both of Natasha's parents stand by you and Melina starts, "I was not in Natasha's life for a very long time, so I don't feel like I am in a position to give a grand speech about yada yada this and that, but I do want to say, from the moment I saw you Natasha, I knew you were good. I knew you would become successful, and I knew you would excel in life. I am so happy that you have found love with Y/n, because you two are the perfect match, and I could not be more honored to be your mother-in-law Y/n."

She passes the mic to Alexie who, up until now, has had a stern face on. "Natasha, Melina already said all of the words I had for you, but she did not speak on this. Y/n, when I first met you I thought that you were never going to marry my daughter. I didn't think you were worthy of such a woman as Natasha, but as you got to know me more, my view on you changed. You kept pushing with her family even when you could have lost hope on us. You proved that you are willing to do anything it takes to get her, and I now see that you are more than worthy of Natasha's love."

He turns into a sobbing mess before he can finish anything else, and their words make you cry, but you try to keep from sobbing since you spent so much on your makeup. Then the speakers continue to go up and give their speech, make you cry, and then move on.

Clint gets the mic eventually and he takes a big breath and then starts, "When I met Natasha, I was on a mission to eliminate her. I was about to take the shot when we made eye contact, and something in me said no. I just could not pull the trigger, because what I was told I was going to be killing was an assassin, a robot, a tool. What I saw that day was anything but those things. I saw a girl who needed out, who was hurting, and that day turned into one of the best days of my life. We hid in vents for so long making sure that she was safe from the people who had her. We did nothing but play tic-tac-toe, rock paper scissors, and plan. We planned on how I was going to tell Fury that I did the exact opposite of what he told me to do. In reality I was actually more scared of Agent Hill, she's very scary, but I digress... All I really need to say is, as an archer, whenever people ask what the best shot I ever took was, I am honored to say it was the one I didn't take."

When Clint hands the mic over, there is not a single dry eye in the whole venue. Clint goes to Nat, and she hugs him so tight you think that he might die from lack of air. When they pull away, she kisses his cheek and whispers something in his ear, while he wipes her tear away and nods his head. He goes back to his seat and Wanda steps up to start her yap session.

"Y/n/n, when we met at the compound, there was something about you that was different than everyone else, you seemed so familiar, and I just could not pin it. We became great friends, but it took me about four months to realize why you seemed so familiar to me. One day when I was hanging out in your room, you opened your jewelry box in front of me and showed me a bracelet. It had little beads on it that said W+(Y/f/i). I burst into tears when it hit me. This girl,"

She points to you before she continues, "Was the girl that saved my life. We were friends from way back when we still lived in Sokovia. We had made these matching bracelets the day that we lost our families. It was also the day I lost her. Or so I thought. We were all hanging out in the living room together when it happened. Y/n felt shaking from the first few bombs and she told me and Piet to hide under the bed while she went to find her parents and make sure they were safe. Then the bombs went off. I thought we lost her. So we mourned both our parents and my best friend that day. It wasn't until I found out it was her all these years later that I knew she was also safe from the bombings but was taken. HYDRA took her from our lives, but the universe brought her back to us, and I could not be more grateful for her. I owe my life to her, and I have made sure she knows how deserving she is of happiness as her best friend, and now it is Natasha's turn, as her wife, to take what I have done and take it a step further."

This time it was you who is bawling; Wanda goes to hug you, and she whispers into your ear, "I'm so, so proud of you." Which only makes you want to cry more, but you pull away and take a labored breath as Wanda cleaned up your face.

All of the main avengers and people in your lives have gone except for Steve, who is finishing up.

Steve hands the mic to Wanda and walks to you and Natasha to "hug" y'all, but in reality he is actually slipping yet another polaroid into Nat's hand.

She rolls her teary eyes at him and you both, and takes a glance at it before having to look away knowing her erection will just come back.

You smirk at her and say, "Ooh that one was fun, but you'll like the next one even more."

She groans and says, "There's more?"

You giggle softly and say, "Why of course there is more my love."

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Wanda decided to add a little fun into the night and do the who knows them better game. What you do is you sit on a chair and Natasha sits with her back to you and you both have a shoe that represents one or the other, and whoever did the thing first you raise that shoe to see if you know each other.

So, Wanda starts with the first question on the list she made, "Who said 'I love you' first?" Both of you raise your shoe and they all 'aww'

Wanda passes the mic to Tony who asks, "Who is the clingiest."

The crowd is surprised when both of you raise Natasha's shoe. The mic is passed to Yelena who says, "Which of you is the most romantic."

This time, Natasha raises your shoe, and you raise hers, which makes everyone giggle a bit. The game continues to entertain the crowd, and Kate has the last question, "Who loves Halloween more?"

This one is tough since you both love Halloween so much, but you ultimately decide on Natasha, and Natasha puts up both shoes to signify it being a tie.

The game is finished now, and you both tell Kate, that the Halloween one was probably the hardest to choose. Though, you know it is about to be Natasha.

Kate laughs and hugs Nat and pats the next picture into Natasha's chest before walking away casually. Natasha's face heats up at the mere thought of your next image and she secretly takes a look at this one.

This Picture has her jaw on the floor. She loves the scream movies entirely too much, and the image of you in a sexy cosplay is seemingly never going to leave her mind. She can feel her cock spring back to life, and it almost hurts at how hard she is.

Natasha seems to snap and can't take it anymore, so she grabs your hand and starts taking you to the bathroom without trying to raise too much suspicion which is exactly what you knew would happen, so you look over at Carol and nod your head to begin her mission.

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Nat pulls you into the hallway and can't even make it to the bathroom before she has her lips on yours. You kiss her back softly but push her away before she can go too far. "Natty baby, what do you think you're doing?"

She tries to kiss you again, but you push her off of you again, "Detka, I don't think I can make it much longer."

You fake pout and say, "But you promised! You pinky promised me we wouldn't leave early."

She stomps her foot throwing a bit of a tantrum and says, "I promised before I knew you were pulling this shit!"

You smirk and say, "Come on baby, only thirty more minutes, you can make it. Just think, if you wait, the reward is going to be so much better, yes?"

She grumbles under her breath and Carol comes in right on queue saying, "I hope I'm not interrupting anything ladies."

Both of you shake your heads and Carol comes by to say, "Y/n, Wanda is looking for you."

You smile at her and thank her before kissing Nat on the cheek and leaving swiftly. Natasha and Carol stay behind and chat a bit. "You knew about this bullshit?"

Carol smirks and says, "What bullshit?"

Natasha groans and then Carol says, "Of course I am in on the bullshit, I hope you like this one." She pats Natasha's shoulder and then says, "Oh, lighten up, at least you have something to look forward to when you leave tonight.

Natasha already has her hand out ready for the next picture of you and Carol carefully puts it into her hand before swiftly exiting the hallway.

After Natasha sees this one, she thinks she might burst. She can't help but stare right into the eyes of the most beautiful person in all the multiverses. But she also stares at your body as well.

A thought pops into her mind and she thinks, the bathroom is right there and I still have a few minutes...

but ultimately she shakes her head knowing that if you found out she jerked off before your honeymoon, you'd surely not let her cum the rest of the time, so she walks back into the reception.

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Most of the people have left by now, only a few stragglers, the avengers, and close family are left. You both decided to keep the drinking on the low for this night, not wanting any unplanned things to happen.

Both of you are very big on consent, and the fact that you can't consent when under the influence. You also both know that you want to remember tonight in a good way.

You're having a few slow dances with some of your friends and Wanda is the last one before the last dance with you and Natasha. Wanda spins you around one last time as the song closes out, and Nat is waiting for you to be handed over to her.

Wanda smiles at Natasha and goes to hug her, while they are having a sweet moment together, she smirks and says, "I hope you're ready for this one, I had so much fun taking these pictures."

Nat rolls her eyes and lets Wanda slide the last photo into her hand, but not before saying , "So you're the side hoe?"

Wanda giggles and nods her head, "Did you expect any less?"

Natasha sighs and shakes her head, "I'm glad it was you and not some random person."

Wanda smiles and nods her head saying, "She definitely saved the best for last."

Raising her eyebrows suggestively at Nat while she walks off, you walk up to Nat and hold out your hand saying, "You ready for our last dance?"

"Oh, I'm more than ready, just let me see this last one."

Natasha almost can't tear her eyes away from this one, she is immediately painfully hard, and you have to take the polaroid and put it into her pocket yourself saying, "Natty, people are watching, we have to dance one last song so we can leave."

Nat nods her head and stars slow dancing with you, but you know exactly what to do. You rest your head on her shoulder and make your bodies slightly uneven so that your thigh/hip area is slightly pressing into Natasha's hard on, making her whimper into your ear.

You can't deny it, you're incredibly wet right now, but Natasha has had a much longer night than you, and you're only going to make it seem longer. You lean close to her ear and whisper softly. To everyone left, it looks like you're just saying something cute to her, but you know better. "Baby, when we leave, we are not having sex in the limo. It is our wedding night, and I don't care how hard you are, we are waiting the ten-minute car drive, got it?"

The way you speak is so soft and tender, yet it is firm and leaves no room for complaints. So Nat lets out a soft whine, but she ultimately nods her head and says, "Okay."

You smile and continue to feed words into her mind, "You're so hot, it's hard to not just jerk you off right here baby. I swear when we get home, I'm letting you do whatever you want to me."

Natasha's knees almost give out, but she somehow manages to keep dancing with you, and you both spin each other around. You two have a sweet moment again, temporarily ignoring your hunger for each other, dancing around the floor until the end of the song where you start waving goodbye to everyone and you head off.

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The ride to the villa you're both staying at before your flight tomorrow to your honeymoon destination is full of teasing and groping. You start massaging Nat's cock through her dress, and she moans softly and whispers at you with pleading eyes, "Detka, I- I thought you said no sex in the limo?"

You smirk and say, "I said no sex. I didn't say I wouldn't touch you, but I guess if that's what you want."

You take your hand off of her with a knowing smirk. She widens her eyes and huffs at you, "I don't know which is worse, you touching me, or not touching me."

You chuckle at her and shrug your shoulders, "You wanted to play by the rules. I don't make them, but I do listen to you... sometimes."

Nat snorts at your quip and you guys laugh a little, being a cute couple. Then, the limo pulls into the beautiful villa where all your things were previously put for your weeklong honeymoon, and you nod your head at Happy, who in turn, smiles and says, "Have fun! Wear protection!!"

Both of you laughing at him, and Nat starts puling you toward the door. You open the door and go to walk in, but Nat's hand pulling you backward makes you fall into her. "Nat what are you doing?"

She smiles and picks you up bridal style, and carries you carefully inside, closing the door softly before setting you down and she abruptly shoves you against the door, her lips immediately on yours. "You don't know how bad I need you right now dorogoy."

You smile into the kiss letting her have a moment of dominance before you take it back. "Come on dear, let's go upstairs and get these damn dresses off."

You both carefully undress with each other's help, soft touches here and there, before hanging up your dresses knowing you'll be too tired to do so later.

All Natasha can do is stare at your body, the white lingerie making the experience even better. You grab her face to make her give you her attention, and you give her a dominating stare and a contrasting soft toned voice, "Be a good girl and lie down on the bed please baby."

She quickly leaves your hold as you go to the closet and grab the things you set out for her. She usually takes charge, but sometimes you like to have your fun. This special occasion has you feeling dominant.

You saunter over to her with a set of ropes and a new toy she has never seen before. She furrows her eyebrows before you shush her, reminding her not to worry, your tone taking a temporary softness. "Alright dear, you know we have safe words. I know they were originally set up for me, but you know that you can use them too right?"

She softly nods her head at you with excitement coursing through her veins at the thought of what you could do to her.

You smile softly, running your fingers softly along her torso. "Can you remind me what they are, so I know you remember?"

She nods her head and recalls your safe word system. "Red is stop completely, yellow is slow down or need a break, and green is go."

You nod at her softly and say, "Good job dear, now can you tell me a color?"

She smiles softly and says, "Green. So, very green."

You chuckle softly tilting your head back and say, "Okay, I'm gonna tie you up now, is that alright?"

She nods her head with quick, "yes" to follow.

You sit just below her hard cock while tying her arms to the bed, knowing she is staring at how close you are. You lean forward a bit and bump it softly on accident, but ignore it otherwise.

Once you're done tying her arms up you move to her legs and start explaining what you're going to do. "I got a new toy just for you tonight, I know you've already seen it, aren't you excited?"

She nods but softly says, "What is it?"

You finish tying her leg and look up at her with a devious look in your eyes. "You're going to find out soon, but first..." You crawl up to her member sticking up so high, and you smirk with your lips so close to it, "I have to get you ready."

You lean down and softly lick her tip, knowing she likes that, and then you slowly take her whole length in your mouth. Gagging at how far back she reaches, which in turn, makes her twitch in your mouth. You bob your head on her for a bit longer before pulling away. A string of saliva and precum goes from your lips to her tip and she whines. You slap her thigh and harshly say, "Quit your bitching, I've barely started and you're all needy for me."

She goes to defend herself, "But you were teasing me all night.'"

You glare at her and say, "oh yeah? If you want me to stop teasing you, then i suggest you listen and stop whining."

She nods her head almost letting a whimper out, but she composes herself while you reach behind you to grab the new toy you mentioned. "Natty, I got you this, it's gonna make you feel so good."

You hold up a fleshlight and she widens her eyes knowing it will feel good. You start to rub her prepared cock onto the opening and say, "Are you okay with this darling? Do you want me to make you feel good?"

She nods her head but quickly corrects herself with a "yes ma'am" when she sees your eyes.

You slide the fake pussy over her shaft and she tightens her fists as she feels the tightness overwhelm her. Moans start pouring out of her when you start sliding it up and down with a slow pace that picks up quickly.

After only three minutes of silent torture, she feels the knot in her about to explode and she says, "Y/n please, can I cum?"

You look at her with an evil smile knowing this is exactly where you wanted her. "Oh baby, is this making you feel good? You need to cum so fast?"

She nods her head aggressively and you almost groan at how submissive she looks right now. "Oh, does this make you feel so good? Better than me?"

She widens her eyes knowing she is in a trap now. Your hand still moving the toy up and down her dick. "N-no! Y-you."

You cut her off mocking her, "y- y- you what? You want to cum so badly because the toy is making you feel better than your wife ever could?"

Her hips jerk when she hears you say 'wife' and she moans out a no, but you're relentless, slowing down the toy to make the pleasure unbearable, knowing this slow pace won't make her cum.

You lean close her her and say, "If you want to cum so bad then do it, but remember, if you cum now, you won't get to cum in my pretty little pussy for the rest of the week."

Tears prick in her eyes at the thought of going a whole week without being able to feel you around her and she says, "No! Please no! I need you!"

You smirk and say, "Then don't cum until I say you can slut."

You pick up the pace again making her moan and jerk her hips, you know she can only last so long without exploding, but you're testing her limits tonight. She suddenly gets another overwhelming urge to cum again so she is trying to do anything to get you to let her or stop. Words start flowing out of her mouth desperate for either a release or a break, "Please! I need to cum so bad! I'm begging you. Please mommy! I've been so good, I just want to cum!"

You frown and slow down a bit while tucking some of her sweaty hair behind her ear, knowing that Natasha only calls you mommy when she is feeling really submissive, so you check on her a bit, her whining at the pace decreasing, "I know darling, I just need you to honestly give me a color."

She quickly blurts out, "Green! Please mommy!"

You smile at her confirmation, and pick up the pace once again, "Oh baby, mommy is just making you feel so good right now, isn't she?"

Natasha nods her head but lets out a yelp when you slap her thigh, "Wring answer. It's this toy making you feel good. You love the thought of fucking this thing. You're just such a dumb little slut because you want to cum so bad into it. It's like you have your big cock in another girl's pussy. You want that? You want your dick in another girl and not your wife?"

She shakes her head again, words spewing out of her at a thousand words per minute "No mommy! please I need you! I need your pussy so bad! I'm so close!"

You glare at her and pump harder slightly squeezing the fleshy toy when you see some precum leak out the hole in the top so that she feels it tighter. "Then you're going to hold it like a good girl. I know you can make it a little longer baby."

She finally lets tears fall from her eyes at the pain of having to hold back to listen to you, but after a little bit you soften up and decide to swiftly pull the toy off of her, which in turn makes her raise her voice at you crying for stimulation, "No mommy! Please not again! I can't take it! I can't!"

You hush her getting into position slightly hovering over her red-hot dick. "Shh shh honey, I know I know, Mommy's right here baby, she just needs to adjust to you really quickly and then we'll keep going alright?"

You sigh as you take her whole length into your pussy, Nat whines and her hips jerk involuntarily, making you moan softly. You lean down to kiss her softly and then start bouncing up and down making a lewd noise come from Natashas throat. You chuckle and say, "You like that baby? Is it better than the toy? Come on don't be shy now, tell me baby."

She nods her head, trying to find the words in her mushy brain, "Yes mommy," she huffs out with an exasperated breath, "I love you so much detka, you're so much better than the toy, I only want to make you happy."

You pout at the fact that even though she's so terribly desperate for you, she still wants the best for you. You also notice the lack of the word 'mommy' and it instead being replaced with 'detka' indicating that she is slightly more in control and less submissive now.

You continue to bounce and thrust you hips into hers which makes moans rip out of the both of you. You can feel Nat twitching inside of you a clear indicator that she wants to come so quickly, her last orgasm having been torn from her grasp. You tilt her head down from it's thrown back position to have her look at you. The look of pure love and need in her eyes making you swoon. "Hey darling, you're doing so good for me, I'm gonna keep going, okay? You can cum inside me at any time."

She pouts at your tone, and says, "Can you please be rough with me? I liked it."

You smirk at her confession, you became tender when you thought she was done with it, but apparently, she still has some in her. So, you nod your head and whisper seductively, "Okay, if you want rough then you're gonna have to beg me to cum."

Excitement reinstalls in her features as you start to almost jump up and down on her cock, and she groans saying, "i can't hold it much longer, please let me cum!"

You moan when she hits a spot in you, honestly, you're quite impressed with how long she's made it. You're already close which means she made it at least double if not triple the time you thought she would. So you smirk down at her and shake your head. "Not good enough baby, you've got to do better than that

Your words being broken up since you've started moaning so much. She goes to beg again but you untie her quickly and keep talking, "Touch my clit baby, be a good girl and help me out please."

She immediately starts rubbing circles on your clit, ignoring her sore wrists, bringing you to the brink, which makes you clench down on Nat. This sensation makes her stutter, but she persists, determined to make you proud. "Please, I- you- ugh... You feel so good squeezing me; I feel like I'm gonna explode."

You nod your head to let her continue, "You're so fucking tight and warm, nothing could compare to you. Nothing, nobody could make me feel as good as my wife can."

This makes you clench extra hard and a guttural moan slips past your lips which sets Natasha off. She empties her seed into you, and this triggers your orgasm. All you hear is a weak, "I'm coming" fall past her lips and you feel her ejaculate into your pussy.

The feeling of euphoria surrounds the both of you as you both ride out your highs. Eventually you slip off of her, falling beside her trying to catch your breath.

Natasha, however, is so blissed out that you come back to earth and untie her before she can even see or think again. The first thing she says is, "Wow, just wow."

You giggle and cuddle up next to her saying, "You did so good for me baby, I'm so proud of you."

She smiles and turns on her side saying, "Thank you baby."

You smile as she leans in to kiss you. After sharing a soft kiss, she tries to deepen it, and moves to get on top of you, but you softly push her away saying, "You don't have to do another round baby, I pushed a lot of your limits today."

She sits up and glares at you saying, "It's our wedding night, not just mine. So, of course I'm going to take care of you baby. You must be crazy to think otherwise. I'm not just going to let you sleep without coming."

You giggle at her and she quirks a brow at you saying, "What's so funny huh?"

You smile and say, "I guess you were so out of it that you didn't even notice."

She frowns and says, "Notice what?"

You smile giving her a soft peck on the cheek, "Natty, I already did cum. In fact, I came so hard that I even squirted a bit onto you."

You point down at her abdomen which does, in fact, have your essence all over it. This realization making her blush, "Oh... I guess I was really out of it huh?"

You laugh at her timidness and say, "I don't know about you, but I can't walk..."

She smiles and gets up to go clean herself before coming back with a washcloth to clean you as well. Her tender hand making sure to not hurt you or make you uncomfortable from being so sensitive. Then she comes back to cuddle with you on her chest, and you whisper into her ear, "You did really impress me tonight, you know?"

She smiles and sighs, "Really? How so?"

You look into her eyes and say, "You lasted way longer than I expected you to, especially after the whole night of teasing."

She smirks and says, "Maybe I've leveled up since I have a wife now..."

This time it is your turn to blush, and say, "I guess that could be true."

She smiles as she settles into an almost sleep state, "Yeah, definitely true. My wife makes me a better person, in every way. I love you."

You smile and whisper an 'I love you too' back to her only to find that she is already asleep. Before you drift off to dream land you smile softly, thinking about her words.

"My wife."

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A/N: Holy shit indeed. this thing took forever. I actually have no idea how long it is or how many words but I do know that I am done with this finally T-T... College is kicking my butt already, so I'm sorry if I post less. Please tell me what you thought of this! it makes my day to see people liked my work.

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fic idea (sorry if this is bad, I'm using the translator because English is not my native language)

Wanda or Natasha (maybe both if you can) wanted to have a child with the reader, but then they got divorced and the reader was pregnant, the reader complained by calling saying that she was going to take Wanda/Nat to court for refusing to pay child support, until the reader decided to go to her house and got pregnant again.

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Hi guys! I really liked this request, because I had been wanting to write something with divorced Nat. I hope that this does this justice. I feel bad for Wanda in this, so my next fic I am hoping to do something with wanda x nat. Please continue to send requests! And as usual I didn’t feel like proofreading it :(

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word count: 2.5k

paring: g!p beefy nat x divorced fem reader

warnings: natasha has a penis, infidelity, pretty angsty, arguing, foul language, cursing, name calling, smut, voyuerism, penetration, cunnilingus, (let me know if I missed anything!).

“Oh baby you are taking me so good, if you keep moving your hips like that I’m gonna blow. But I bet you want me to breed your tight hole. Is that right?”

”Yes please, Natasha I want to have your babies I need your seed so bad!”

4 years later…

 “Natasha, this is the last time I'm leaving you a message! I have tried to be civil but you leave me no choice! Not visiting your daughter for 5 months or paying any child support isn’t gonna cut it anymore. Since you refuse to care for your child I will see you in court!”, You said after hanging up the phone and frustratingly throwing it onto the couch.

The noise startled your 3 year old daughter and she came into the room to see what happened. “Mommy are you okay? Was that mama, is she coming back to us soon?”

”Yes everything is okay baby. It’s okay I miss mama too, we are gonna see her soon.” You said kneeling down to her eye level and plastering a fake smile on your face to reassure her. 

Two weeks later it was the day of the court hearing and the first time you had seen Natasha since you had found her with Wanda, 5 months ago.

When you first started dating Natasha, she insisted that you quit your job and become her housewife. Since she was a CEO of a multimillion dollar company there was really no need for you to work and considering you thought that she was going to be your forever you took her up on the offer. But now that you were a single mother with no support system and very little money for childcare, it was hard for you to keep a stable job and provide for your child. 

Natasha on the other hand was doing very good for herself. According to her facebook, that you definitely didn’t stalk, her and Wanda expecting a child together. How could she do this to you, I mean the divorce was yet to even be finalized. Her business was booming and she had bought a new house for her new girl and their child to be. 

“Mama! I missed you!”, Your daughter said escaping your arms to run into the arms of your ex lover.

Not wanting to soil your daughter’s opinion of her mother, you told her that she was on an important trip and she was too busy to talk on the phone. 

“Why hello there babygirl I missed you so much! You got so tall honey!”, She said while picking her up and twirling her around. 

“Mommy look mama is back, aren’t you so happy!”, Your daughter said beckoning you over to greet your ex.

“Hello, y/n you look well.”, She said with that godforsaken smirk. The same smirk that got you pregnant. You couldn’t lie she looked great in the pant suit she was wearing, you always loved her in her dominating attire. 

“Natasha”, You said with a curt head nod, “As do you.” 

“Come on baby, you can sit with my friend Wanda, while me and mommy go inside and have a long talk.” Natasha said before you seethingly saw her walk your child across the courthouse to the bench that Wanda was patiently sitting at. 

“After taking all of the information presented today into consideration, I have my verdict. I rule that the defendant, Mrs. Natasha Romanoff, is ordered to pay the plaintiff, Mrs. Y/N Romanoff, at least $600 a month and is required to have the child in her custody at least every other weekend starting today. This is a temporary verdict that will be re-examined for permanency when the divorce is finalized.

 “Okay honey, are you excited to have a sleepover with mama this weekend?”, Natasha said, holding your daughter in her arms.

 “Are we finally going back to our old house? Can I sleep in bed with you and mommy again?” Your daughter said excitedly, with eyes full of hope.

 “No baby for now on me and mama aren’t going to be living together anymore. You are gonna be with only one of us at a time, but it’s okay because we love you so much. We are gonna go home and pack you a bag so that I can drop you off with mama and her friend Wanda for the weekend later tonight.” 

Knock Knock Knock…

It was two hours later when you arrived at Natasha’s new house for the first time. Your daughter fell asleep in the car, so you carefully grabbed her and her stuff before walking up the driveway of the huge house and knocking on the door.

 “Hey y/n.”, Natasha said after opening up the door. She was wearing a white wife beater that showcased her broad shoulders and the pump in her biceps, indicated that she had just finished working out. You looked down and bit your lip when your eyes captured her built veiny quads in the shortest gym shorts you have ever seen in your life. 

“Here she’s sleeping, hopefully for another hour or so.”, You said while carefully handing her over. 

“Okay stay here for a second, i’ll take her and her stuff to her room, but I need to talk to you. You can sit over here.” She said pointing to the couch. 

You sat down wondering what she could possibly have to say to you after all the hurt she has caused you. 

“So where is your baby mama?”, You asked as she returned down the stairs.

”She is staying with her parents for the weekend. I didn’t want to confuse our daughter. But I wanted to ask you to take me back, baby please.”

”Not this again Natasha! How do you expect me to take you back when your girlfriend is 7 months pregnant, but we separated only 5 months ago!! You cheated on me! I try to do a nice thing and surprise you with dinner at your office and I walk in on you balls deep in that whore!” You exclaimed angrily. 

“Baby you are my wife, she doesn’t mean anything to me. I just want to make sure my child is okay, that is the only reason I keep her around. I promise.” She said reaching out and putting her hand on your thigh. 

“Then tell me why did you cheat on me, especially with Wanda from your office. I always told you she had a crush on you, but you waved me off. What does she have that I don’t?” 

“I don’t know, y/n I was craving some closeness. Things were different between us ever since you had the baby. We barely had sex and she was showing me all of this attention I just couldn’t resist. But I didn’t mean to get her pregnant. She told me she was on birth control and she ripped the condom off me, I think she was trying to baby trap me. I even offered to pay for her abortion when I found out she was pregnant, but she wouldn’t budge. Listen, I have to do what’s right for my baby, but I promise you things will be different if you take me back. I am done with her. I will pay for her to have an apartment, so my baby isn’t homeless and I want you and our daughter to move in here with me or we can move somewhere else, whatever you want baby.” At this point it seemed as though she was begging considering she found herself on her knees in front of you, looking up with her hands on her waist. 

“But why did you abandon our daughter, we called you everyday since the separation and you never picked up.” You said avoiding her eye contact.

 “I was so ashamed of myself, y/n. I couldn’t see you or hear your voice without reminding me of everything I lost. I didn’t want our daughter to think badly about me. Y/n I am so sorry and I can’t live without you, I need you to take me back.” She pleaded again on her knees.

 “Show me how much you really love me then.”, You said leaning down to whisper in the ear of the woman in front of you, before playing with in between your teeth. 

“Are you sure?”, She moaned looking up at you, watching you nod before standing up and grabbing you by the waist, hoisting you over her shoulder in the same motion, running up the stairs. 

“Wait, let's make sure she is still sleeping.”, You said, causing Natasha to stop and quietly open the door to check on your still sleeping daughter. 

“Okay all good let’s go.”, She said in a hurry, practically running down the hallway urging to soothe her hardened erection. Reaching her bedroom she threw you on the bed, face up. 

“Is this the bed you fuck her in?”, You asked with a playful smirk. 

“No baby. I promise we haven’t had sex since the time you caught us in my office. I couldn’t bring myself to fuck her again. But I am being honest when I say the few times we did it I was imagining she was you the whole time.”, She said while hovering over you and kissing your neck. 

“Right Natasha, you always know what the ladies want to hear.”, You said sarcastically, “just hurry up and fuck me before I change my mind.”

Natasha kissed your lips, sticking her tongue in your mouth while humping her bulge against your cunt. Pulling back for air she pulled off your shirt and undid your bra, eyes widening when she saw your huge, plump, and juicy tits. 

“Your tits have gotten so big ever since you have given birth.”, She said massaging them in her hands, slapping the nipple a few times before entering them into her hot mouth. Alternating each of them between her hand and her swirling tongue the pleasure was too much for you. This was the first time anyone had touched you in months since the separation.

 “Oh my god Natty. I have missed your mouth, you use it so well.”, You moaned, pushing her head downwards to where you needed it most. 

“I bet you’re about to love my mouth even more.”, she looked up with a smirk, pulling off your pants and discarding them across the room.

She kissed your clit through your panties, “You wore my favorite panties, it’s almost like you knew this was gonna happen.” she joked into your pussy.

Taking the panties off she smelled them, before putting them in the pocket of her pants. She spread your legs open and pushed them up against your body taking a deep sniff against your wetness moaning at the smell.

 “Still so wet for me baby, can’t wait to taste you.” Her flattened tongue swiftly licked from the bottom to the top, as she relished the taste. She continued her movements up and down before focusing slowly on the too long neglected clit. 

Sticking her tongue under the clit she began to flick, sending shivers down your spine. Your hands made their way to her head holding her hostage in between your thighs.

She ate you out with a renewed fervor like she had something to prove, which she most definitely did. She circled your clit rapidly, pulling out all the noises and juices she could from you. She next teasingly circled your oozing hole savoring the taste of your delicious excrement, before inserting her tongue back and forth expertly playing with your g-spot. 

After only a few minutes of her expert ministrations you couldn’t hold back anymore and you let go with a loud moan, squirting in her in the face you sprayed everywhere, violently shaking as you released your high. 

She licked her lips before removing her top and using it to wipe her face off. The bra went off with it. She moved up to face you again, before enveloping your lips in a kiss. Her tongue explored your mouth, before yours stopped it and sucked the taste of yourself off. 

Pulling back for air she exclaimed, “Your taste is indescribable, makes you incredibly irresistible. I can’t believe you left me without you for so long. I am so hard baby, I need you so bad.”  

“I’m aching so bad Natty, I want your cock.” With that she stood up and stepped out of her gym shorts, the bulge evident in her underwear. She quickly removed it and her gigantic cock sprung out hitting her in the stomach. Something you craved every night when you were alone in bed with your fingers between your thighs during the months you were apart.

She spit on her hand and collected the pre cum from the tip and rapidly spread it up and down her shaft. “Please natty, I've missed your cock so bad.” 

She pushed your legs wide open and fit herself in between them, carefully entering herself into your cunt. You wrapped your legs around her waist and she began with slow and gentle thrusts. 

“I have no self control when it comes to you. Your pussy feels so tight and warm milking my cock like this. Are you okay if I speed up.” She pulls her head up from out of your neck desperately begging to go faster.

Looking up you heard the door open, unbeknownst to Natasha who was caught up in the pleasure. Stood in the doorway was Wanda, Natasha’s girlfriend and baby mama, fuming at the sight. You smirked and decided to have some fun with this.

”Yes Natty please go faster. Is this the best pussy you’ve ever had? Tell me it feels way better than that whore you got knocked up.”

”Of course baby, her pussy does not compare to yours at all.”, She said while you glared up at the woman.

”Tell mommy how much you missed her and how that bitch means nothing to you.”

”Uggh yes mommy, daddy missed you so much that bitch is nothing I promise. I will call her and tell her that for her to hear”, She exclaimed through rapid uneven breaths, in between kissing all over your neck and face.

“It’s okay, no need for that.”, You said with a smug smirk.

Wanda angrily stormed out holding back tears. While you smiled and pulled Natasha in for an intimate kiss. “I love you, Natasha. I trust you, please don’t break it again.”

Natasha eagerly pulled back, shocked at your words, “I love you too so much y/n . I promise I will never do anything to hurt you ever again.” 

“I’m close natty, please.”, You held her tighter than you ever had and relished her thrusts.

”Don’t hold back, I'm right with you, baby.”, she said, her speech broken due to the approaching orgasm. Her cum spurted in a hot rush of liquid, hitting your g-spot directly causing your orgasm. 

“I don’t know if you’re on birth control or not, but it would be great for our daughter to have a sibling.”, She planted a kiss on your lips.

 “She is going to have a sibling, or did you already forget about your infidelity?”, You said with a roll of your eyes.

”Right…”, She said awkwardly, scratching her head. 

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origins!logan howlett x fem!reader x black widow!natasha romanoff

cw: mdni!! oral (f+f), strap-on sex, fingering, squirting, doggy style, p in v, angst, some fluff, angsttt, dom!nat & dom!logan x sub!reader

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after a life of running and living in fear of an impending doom, you and logan had finally managed to build a peaceful life together. deep in the woods sat a wooden cabin where the two of you spent most of your days.

during the week, logan worked down at the lumberyard while you taught ballet to a group of young girls downtown. your boyfriend didn't know much of your past, just that you were tested on and abused back in russia. he never pressured you to talk about the past, his wasn't any better either.

buried in the back of your closet hid a box of belongings from russia. there weren't many things you valued from that time there but you did manage to take some photos of the girls you were friends with, a few journal, and an old pager given to you by someone you no longer knew. her face was everywhere but she never bothered to reach out again after escaping the red room.

"i'll see you later, honey." logan whispered as he kissed your cheek then left the bedroom.

half asleep still, you mumble a goodbye before your head hit the pillow again for the next couple of hours. you didn't have a class today but instead planned on going to town and getting groceries for the week.

it's a little after one when you finally jump in the shower, listing all the things you needed to buy and what you wanted to make for dinner. while picking out an outfit, you hear a faint vibration. logan kept your toys under the bed so, you knew that wasn't where the noise was coming from.

it could be?

inside the box, you can see the familiar number flash. hesitantly, you walk over to the phone and dial. pacing back and forth on the wooden floor, waiting for an answer.

"эй, принцесса."

hey, princess

you knew that voice like the back of your hand but you still couldn't believe it.

"natalia." your accent came out thick and heavy. she should've expected you to be upset still.

it's been everywhere. the news of the sokovia accords and the freeing of the winter soldier. you were keeping up with the news but not too closely. it was irritating watching natasha get to play super hero with the likes of iron man and captain america when you knew the truth.

"can we talk? i need a favor." she sounded desperate.

"i don't think that's a good idea." you sigh, unable to come up with a good excuse.

"c'mon, for old times sake?"

you hesitate. of course you missed her, how could you not? despite the red room being the worst time of your life, natalia was the daylight that kept you going.

"you don't even know where i am."

"look out your kitchen window."

pulling back the curtain, there she stood on your porch. long red hair just like you remembered, a small suite case next to her and a pair of black sunglasses covering her eyes. you hang up the phone and grab a kitchen knife from the counter; moving closer to the door.

"how did you find me?" you squint, feeling somewhere between anger and impressed.

"an old friend owed me a favor." she shrugs. "i didn't picture you as a living among the trees type of girl. you know, it quite dangerous to live alone in the woods."

"i can take care of myself" you remind her before adding, "and i don't live alone."

natasha's face falls a little. if you didn't know her as well as you did, you never would've been able to tell. she had a million questions but wasn't sure if she wanted the answers.

"what was the favor you needed?" you ask, trying to change the subject.

"i need a place to lay low for a bit."

was it horrible that you had to remind yourself that you are with logan now? now you love logan more than anything but you would be lying if you said natasha didn't hold a special place in your heart still.

"no games, nat." you put on your best poker face, knowing she could see right through you.

"even though i do miss playing with you," her lips linger closely to yours. sharing the same air. "i promise, no games."

"good. there's a guest room inside."

the two of you enter the house again and you show her the extra room. it's not very decorated, simply and neat. natasha didn't mind, she was just thankful you hadn't tried to fight her once you saw her again.

"so, who's the lucky lady that managed to tie you down?" nat chuckles to herself as she unpacks her things.

"his name is logan." you answer nervously.

why were you nervous? you didn't owe her anything, especially after the way she left you.

natasha felt the knife in her chest twist at the news. not only had you moved on but you were sickly in love. maybe this wasn't such a good idea after all.

a car door slams shut, snapping both of you back into reality.

"i'll be back. there's towels under the sink if you want to take a shower." you linger in the door way, waiting for her to turn and catch a glimpse of you before you leave.

"thanks, принцесса."

she doesn't even look up at you.

⭒˚‧ ︵‿⭒ཐིཋྀ ཐིཋྀ⭒‿︵ ‧˚⭒

logan could smell trouble miles away. the blood soaked in her jacket. the faint smell of her sweat and your cherry perfume. he assumed you were in trouble, maybe someone broke in or lured you out of the house to attack you. within seconds, he was back in his truck to check up on you.

"hey, honey." you smile, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him into a kiss.

"hey... are you... are you alright?" he struggled to get out in between kisses.

"mhm, i was thinking we could go for a drive." you were talking too fast, trying to distract him from whatever was inside.

"what's going on, sweetheart?" one of his brows arched, waiting for the truth.

both of you climb into the truck but logan never starts the car. instead he listens to the rapid beating of your heart.

"there's something—someone, from my past that's inside. she needed a place to lay low for a little bit."

logan could tell by your lack of eye contact that there was something you were still hiding something about this friend of yours.

"I won't be upset." he saying lovingly, reaching for your hand.

"when i was in the red room, i worked closely with a woman that i also was in a relationship with at the time."

logan wasn't sure why you were nervous to tell him this? he knew you liked women as well and he wasn't threatened by it. sure, is it a bit odd that your ex was coming here to hide out? defintely but logan of all people should know what it's like to be in need of somewhere to hide out.

"it was more than just physical. she meant a lot to me until..." you debated on telling him more but still on the fence.

"until?" he tests the waters.

"dreykov sent me to budapest. she never looked for me." on the verge of tears, you bite down on your tongue. "it killed me because not only did she leave me but she abandoned all the other girls that were stuck in the red room."

logan pulls you into his chest, stroking your hair gently, letting you know that it's okay to cry. your brain didn't get the memo because nothing came out.

"you don't have to let her stay here if it's too much for you." he reminds you.

"i know. i'm just not sure if i can handle her leaving again."

"must've really loved her, huh, princess?"

you nod softly into his chest.

"i don't mind if she stays but if you don't want her too, that's fine too." he says. "just want you to be happy."

in times like these, it hits you just how lucky you are to be with someone like logan. someone so understanding and loving. he knew the pain you went through all those years ago and how deep the connection with the woman inside must be. you can't survive that level of abuse without something keeping you going. for you, that something was natasha.

⭒˚‧ ︵‿⭒ཐིཋྀ ཐིཋྀ⭒‿︵ ‧˚⭒

inside the house, natasha watched you and logan out in the car. slightly intimidated by your boyfriends stature and entirely jealous of his arms wrapped around you. she had to remind herself that you were practically a stranger to her now. so much has changed over the years and neither of you were the same girls from the red room anymore.

when she saw the two of you exiting the car, she rushed back into the guest room. in the tiny hallway, she noticed the picture frames on the wall. there's a photo of a group of young ballerinas and yourself. natasha wonders if that's how you keep yourself connected to your past life.

next to your picture is your boyfriend -whatever his name was- and some of his friends outside of a fancy looking school. natasha tried to pay little attention to it on her way back to the room.

ten minutes pass before there's a soft knock on the door.

"come in." natasha calls out, turning off the television.

from behind the door, you appear with a plate and a glass in your hands. the smile on her lips, drops the moment she sees him at your tail.

"thought you might be hungry." you explain, handing her the sandwich you made for her

"isn't that sweet of you to think of me," she teases, watching the way your cheeks flush with color at her words.

logan leans against the door frame while you sit on the bed with natasha. he watched as you completely bewitched the red headed woman in front of you. she was practically hanging onto every word you said. he couldn't blame her though, you have the same effect on him.

"you must be 'lucky logan' ?"natasha cocks her head at the man behind you.

"guess so." he smirks, admiring the doe eyes you give him.

"hm, and you're okay with me staying here?" she asks.

"that's not up to me." logan shrugs.

natasha's green eyes shift over to your face, waiting for you to say something.

"i want you here, nat." you admit.

her heart flutters in her chest. she knew she didn't deserve a second chance and would leave if you asked her too but god, was she grateful that you still wanted her to be here.

"i don't deserve you, принцесса." she says softly, finding it hard to mask her feelings anymore.

"shhh..." you tell her. "just get some rest."

natasha actually listens to you, finishing her sandwich and crawling under the soft comforter. you reach for the empty plate and she stops you before you could walk away; placing a soft kiss on the inside of your palm. the tiny gasp that left your mouth didn't sneak past either of them in the room. once she let you go, you and logan exit the room and go into your own shared bedroom.

logan watched you pace back and forth, wiping her kiss mark off on your blue jeans. it pulled at his heart strings to see you so torn by natasha's presence. tears fall down your face like rain.

"don't cry, sweetheart." logan says, wrapping his arms around you.

"i'm s-sorry, lo..." you apologize, upset at yourself for still harvesting these feelings towards natasha.

"for what?" he asks, lifting up your chin to look at him.

"i love you so much." you blurt out, too afraid to say what you really wanted to.

"i know. i love you too." he smiles, bending down to give you a quick kiss then adding, "and i know you love her too."

"it's not–"

"it's okay." he assures you. "i'm not upset."

"you aren't?" you question, prepared for him to storm out and want nothing to do with you ever again.

"no."

without thinking, you completely collapse into his arms, so thankful for the man in front of you.

"i don't deserve you, logan." you whisper, kissing him gently.

"don't say that." he says sternly. "i'm just trying to give you everything you want in life."

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hours later, natasha woke up. she could smell faint tobacco from somewhere in the house. it was enough to get her out of bed to see where it was coming from. in the living room, she found logan on the couch watching a western and smoking a cigar with his boots up on the coffee table. he didn't have to turn around to know that nat was there.

"she went to the grocery store to get something for dinner." he says nonchalantly answering the question in your head.

natasha hummed in response, keeping a distance from logan in case he decides to do something rash like fight her.

"you can sit down, you know?" he chuckles, blowing the smoke from his mouth. "i'm not gonna attack you or anything."

"i wouldn't blame you if you did." she remarks, picking the single chair in the living room to sit down at.

"the only way i would do that is if you decide to hurt her again." he states frankly, eyes glued to the television screen.

"i suppose that's fair; but i don't plan on it."

"good. she's practically a damn saint."

natasha smiles a little at his words.

"yeah, she is." she says. “i wish i hadn’t left her the way that i did but there wasn’t much choice in the matter.”

“why did you leave her there?”

“dreykov found out about us. he threatened to have her sold off somewhere to someone who would probably kill her or worse.” natasha’s voice was tiny for once. painfully reminding her of the past she tried to burry. “thought i made it easier by leaving. she doesn’t know it but i did try to go back for her. twice actually. once by myself and another time with my friend, clint. the first time, she didn’t recognize me. the second time, he ordered her to kill me. barely made it out alive."

logan remembered how after a couple of months dating, you opened up about your memory issues. constantly feeling like you were missing a piece of the puzzle that was your life from all the experiments. it’s one of the things that helped you two connect with each other.

“i’ve seen her kill with her bare hands. seen her tied to tables with needles injected into her until she was blue in the face and spitting up blood. she was one of his favorite’s. used to wake up to her screaming from the nightmares.”

“she still gets them sometimes.” logan mutters.

nastasha nods, wiping a tear away quickly.

“do you think she will ever forgive me?”

“i think so.”

“do you think i deserve it?”

“probably not,” he said honestly with a shrug. “but that’s not up to me.”

natasha appreciated his candor at least.

“she’s back.” logan said before she could even hear the car approaching.

logan got up to help you bring in the bags. once both of you are inside, you spot nat sitting in the living room awake.

"hey, whatcha doin’ awake already?” you ask.

"i haven’t been awake long.” she answers, getting up and joining you in the kitchen.

“i’m making pasta, hope that’s alright with you?”

“of course. want some help?”

you instruct her to boil the noodles while you prepare the sauce. the two of you stand close next to each other as nat watches over your shoulder.

"have you heard from yelena lately?" you ask, making small talk.

"no." nat's voice came out a whisper. "have you?"

"mhm." you hum, stirring the sauce. "she called a month ago, asked what i knew about these red vitals she was given."

"vitals?"

"yeah, i told her my memory isn't as good as it used to be."

natasha reaches over and lightly touches your ponytail, twirling the ends around her fingers to help ease you. that’s how she used to calm you down as teenagers, by playing with your hair. deep down you knew you shouldn’t look at her, not this close anyways. nat could smell your cherry perfume, over powering her senses. her plump lips tempted you, sending an ache down to your lower region. she watches you intensely, waiting for you to make a move and wanting you more than ever.

unbeknownst to either of you, logan knew what was going on. he could smell the need forming in your underwear, could practically hear natasha’s dirty thoughts about you. most boyfriends would feel threatened by this but logan was different. he worshipped the ground you walked on and he always valued your happiness. why would he deny you of the love you deserved?

"i-i'm gonna go grab some wine from the cellar." you stutter, leaving her there alone.

nat nods, walking back into the living room to breathe.

"you can kiss her, if she wants you too." logan says aloud, tapping off the end of his cigar on the ashtray next to him.

"you aren't just saying that so then you would have an excuse to try and kill me, are you?" she squints.

"she won't make the first move. too afraid that she'll hurt me." he replied, ignoring natasha's comment.

"you wouldn't care?" she questions.

"no."

"what if i wanted to do more than kiss her?"

"its up to her."

logan watches natasha's eyes cloud with lust at the thought. how could he fault her? you were the most gorgeous woman he had ever seen in all 200+ years of his life. plus he would be lying in he said that he wouldn't find it hot to see you and natasha going at it.

"hey, is red okay?" you ask, holding a bottle up as you rounded the corner.

both logan and nat looked at you with these hungry looking eyes like you were their prey. logan's nostrils flare a little at the sweet scent.

"r-reds fine." nat stutters, her throat was dry at the thought of being back in between your thighs.

"cool, i'll get the glasses."

as you turn to leave, logan calls after you, "can you bring me a beer, sweetheart?"

"of course" you nod, obediently.

when you return, the three of you sit and watch the western playing for a few minutes until logan huffs loudly, sick of this tension and neither of you two doing anything about it.

"are you two gonna kiss 'n make up already, or what?" logan teases.

natasha and you find each others blown out gaze. both of you needed this. needing closure.

"fuck it." natasha mumbles to herself, getting up and coming over to you.

the redhead straddles you on the couch, caressing your jaw in her delicate palm. you nod your head, letting her know that you wanted this as much as she did. from her first taste of you, she knew it would be impossible to pull away.

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nat chases your plump kiss bitten red lips, backing you up until your legs hit the edge of the bed. your hands are up her shirt and under her bra, squeezing the soft flesh of her tits. rubbing your thumb over the blooming bud and listening to her pretty moans against your lips. she lays you down and strips herself of her clothes. you rush to do the same, wiggling out of your jeans.

behind nat, you see logan walk in with his beer in his hand and take a seat across from you in the corner. knowing that he's watching sent shivers down your spine. it wasn't until natasha grabbed your chin and squished your cheeks together that you realized you had been staring at logan.

"it's not his turn, it's mine." she taunts.

you nod your head and babble out an apology. she removes her grip on you only to lay down in between your thighs. a sight that you missed dearly.

"natty, please don't tease." you whine, arching at the soft kisses she trails inside of your thighs and hip bones, avoiding where you needed her most.

she smiles at the fact that your already shaking with anticipation. surprisingly, she looks over at logan.

"keep her legs spread for me, would ya'?" she asks.

he nods, already hard in his blue jeans. logan joins you two on the bed, sitting behind you and letting you rest comfortable against his chest. he places your legs over his to keep you open for natasha. she groans, sucking a dark plum bruise on your hipbone. meanwhile, logan's leaving similar marks on your neck and along your shoulder.

"please." you whine, wiggling your hips in her face. both natasha and logan can smell your arousal in the air. it's intoxicating.

"patients, baby." she scolds before licking a fat stripe over your clothed cunt.

"w-wanna feel you nat."

without hesitation, natasha tears the lacy material from your body and spreads you open. it's been years since she had last seen you in this position. she needs a moment to capture your angelic imagine.

"there's my girl." nat says, talking to your cunt. completely ignoring you and logan like you two aren't even in the room.

"isn't she a fuckin sight?" logan finally speaks up.

right as you open your mouth to beg her to do something, anything, she leaning in again to lick from your entrance up to your button.

"missed this pussy, принцесса..." nat says sloppily into your folds. "so wet for me."

"uh-uh." you moan, throwing your head back.

logan turns your chin to capture your lips, letting you moan freely into his mouth while his hands come up to massage your tits. fingers pinching and rolling the stiff buds in his palms.

natasha spends a while making out with your cunt; taking her time to savor the honey that pours from inside of you. she pulls back for a second to spit on your mound, letting it drip down before inserting her middle and ring finger. hers weren't nearly as thick as logan's but they are longer and still feel perfect in their own way. she watches how you and logan move together while she pumps in and out of you. for once, she didn't feel jealous of logan for having you. instead it made her heart swell to know that someone else loves you just as much as she does.

despite all the pleasure you felt, selfishly you wanted more. your right hand moves to intertwine itself into nat's red locks, pulling her head back to where you needed her most. her tongue swirled circles over your swollen bud, teasing it playfully. her fingers move faster inside of you as she grinds her clothed cunt against the mattress, moaning against your folds.

"ya' feel good, sweetheart?" logan asks, placing a soft kiss on your hairline.

"sooo good, lo." you purr, gazing up at him with doe eyes.

his low chuckle makes you clench down had on natasha's fingers. all that can be heard in the room are low moans and wet squelching noises. nat kitten licks your button until you reach your first high of the night.

too caught in euphoria to control your legs wrapping around her neck, squeezing her head with your thighs. your loud moans were barely audible to her at this moment. the red head could die happily right here, right now.

carefully, she pulls off of you.

"you did so good for me, принцесса." she praises, stroking your thighs.

as soon as natasha sits up, you reach out and kiss her, tasting yourself on her plump maroon lips. she melts into the kiss making it easy for you to flip her over on her back. logan gets up again, unbuckling his belt as he watches the two of you grind on each other in messy, uncoordinated movements.

"wish you could fuck me like old times, nat." you mumble, kissing her chest and leaving little love bites behind.

"i-i could..." she hesitates.

already ahead of her, logan's rummaging through her backpack and hold up a familiar contraption.

"lookin' for this, red?" he smirks, tossing the strap-on onto the bed next to her.

the last time nat wanted either of you two think is that she just dropped by to fuck you and leave but what can she say? she's prepared for anything.

"is this alright with you, pretty girl?" she asks you in between lightly nibbling on your pulse point while you grind your cunt against the soft skin of her abs.

natasha pulls back to look at you. her hand cradles your jaw, waiting for your answer.

"i need it natty." you nod. "need you inside of me."

those words make her blue eyes turn a stormy dark grey. in a rush, she puts it on and lets you line yourself up to the silicone. despite all the time apart, the two of you fell back into a seamless rhythm together. one of her hands rests on your hip, helping you move up and down while the other paws at your chest, rolling the stiff bud.

"uh-fuck." you whine, throwing your head back when she angles her hips up with a sharp snap.

"that's the spot, huh?" she smirks, watching your pretty face scrunch up as you try and focus.

weakly, you nod your head and babble something incoherent to both hers and logan's ears. it's not the same feeling that logan gives you obviously but the way natasha's fucking up into you makes you feel just as good.

logan makes his way over to you, palming his boxer covered cock as he leans down to make out with you. willingly, giving in as his tongue explores your mouth messily with a hand in your hair. natasha uses this to her advantage, bringing her thumb up to your clit and circle it slowly in contrast to the jolts of her hips hitting yours. logan swallows every little moan that spills from your plump lips.

" 'm so close, natty." you whimper, tears in your waterline as logan's sucks on your pulse point.

"is that so, baby?" she mocks with a light roll of her hips.

"d-don't stop, please." you beg, bouncing faster to chase your high.

natasha and logan were both wishing that they could feel you clenching around them instead of the silicone.

logan's big rough hands help you bounce in rhythm as soon as he sees your movements slow down.

"c'mon, princess." logan groans in your ear. "we wanna see you fall apart for us."

"cum for us, sweet girl." natasha purrs, sitting up to suck on your tit and picking up speed with her thumb.

that's all it takes for you to release on top of nat, hips shaking violently while you leaked all over her lap. eyes screwed shut, stars coming into vision as you try to calm yourself down again. it just felt so good to feel the contrasts between her and logan when they fuck you.

carefully, logan picks you up off of natasha's strap. she takes it off and throws it aside, watching logan help you recover.

"don't ya' think natasha deserves something too for how good she's made you feel, princess?" logan asks you.

"mhm." you nod, crawling in between her legs. "wanna thank you properly, natty."

natasha thinks she might cum just from looking at your big doe eyes in between her thighs. you play flat on your stomach, kissing the plush soft skin. her hips wiggle impatiently in your face. the sweet smell of her arousal reminded you of all the other intimate moments the two of you have shared. within seconds, you're ripping off her lacy black panties and tossing them somewhere to the side of the bed.

"so fuckin' pretty 'n so wet." you mumble to yourself as you pull her fold apart, watching her slick drip from her entrance. "is this all for me?"

"o-only for you, baby." she says with a shaky breath.

you lean forward licking a strip from her entrance to her button. your hands wrap under her thighs and pull her tight against your face, letting her use you however she wanted. natasha grinds down on your tongue, moaning when your nose occasionally bumping her clit. she taste sweeter than any other times you've buried your tongue inside of her.

"love how good your tongue feels, baby." she moans, brushing your hair out of your face.

mind fully focused on nat that you don't even register logan shifting around behind you, running his tip up and down your pussy. lightly slapping your clit before thrusting inside of you. his cock stretches you deliciously, making you moan against natasha's cunt. her fingers pulls a bit at your hair from the vibrations. it's always a struggle to get him to fit inside of you.

"tightest pussy in the fuckin' world, i swear." he mumbles to himself, watching you swallow him whole.

logan's thrusts start to increase as he paws at the flesh of your ass. his tip kisses your cervix repeatedly, making it hard for you to keep your mouth around nat. your forehead pressed against her thigh while you try to concentrate, licking your fingers and inserting them into natasha's tight warm cunt.

"fuck!" nat moans, clenching around your two fingers as they reach that spongey spot deep inside of her. "faster, принцесса. wanna cum for you."

her dirty words sent you into a frenzy. using all of your strength left to make her gush. the noises were so lewd it made your head spin. her back arches and soft moans fall from her lips as she tugs on your hair. like a faucet, she's leaking all over your hand, your face, and down on yours and logan's shared sheets.

behind you, logan is too busy trying not to cum inside of you too soon. he's gripping your hips so hard you know that there will be bruising left behind. every now and then you can hear him grunting and smack the fat of your ass, watching as it bounces back at him. the pleasure builds in your tummy. logan's hand snakes under you to rub at your clit.

"f-faster, lo." you whimper, lifting your mouth off of natasha for a second.

"i gotcha, princess." he groans, doing so.

within seconds, you release all over him. the string of moans vibrate against nat's core, overstimulating her until she cums again, soaking your face entirely. logan doesn't last much longer either. he paints your walls white and keeps you stuffed with his cum, only pulling out when it starts to sting a little.

the three of you are quiet for a moment, needing time to recover. who would've thought that two russia assassins and a mutant would need time to recover from anything, let alone sex.

logan's the first to move, going to bring towels and some water. you rest your head on natasha's stomach, she runs her nails against your scalp the same way she would when you woke up from nightmares. a tear rolls down your cheek, thinking about her running away again.

"what's wrong, принцесса?" she whispers, hearing you soft cry.

"just dreading you leaving again." you mutter, afraid to look up at her.

"hey, i'll be here as long as you want me here." she says, lifting your chin up.

"tasha, someone needs to save those girls. dreykov won't stop until someone comes after him."

there's a long pause of silence before she says anything again. her eyes glued to the ceiling, trying not to cry.

"you know, i used to picture a simple life for the two of us. something similar to this actually, minus the grumpy looking man in the kitchen. i wanted to give you a piece of normalcy but i kept running away, afraid i was the one putting you in harms way." she sighs shakily. "i shouldn't have ran. i should've come back. there's so much i couldn't give you but i see that logan can do that for you."

"look, i love logan more than anything but why can't we make it work too?" your question makes both natasha and logan pause, as he returns into the bedroom.

natasha looks up at logan, ready for him to finally yell and kick her out. especially now that she's coming between the two of you. instead he's looking over at you with a spark of love in his gaze.

"i don't think logan would appreciate sharing you full time." she says, avoiding your wide eyed stare.

"i just want my girl to be happy." he responds, lighting another cigar. "think she would be happier with both of us, red."

the time has never been right for you and natasha but who says it needs to be? she's finally back in your life again and you can't risk letting her go again.

"we will help you track down yelena and fight with you to free those girls from the redroom but i want you here with us, natty. please don't go again."

she finally looks down at you and her heart melts. how would she be able to leave you again? not after today. this is where her heart lied, here with you.

"of course, i'll stay принцесса."

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Who says I don't care?

Natasha Romanoff x female reader

Summary: Y/n is part of the Avengers for a while, but no one really paid attention to her. She feels like she's alone in all of her training and with her thoughts. One night, she goes out on a run, getting lost and returning home later than planned and injured. Natasha noticed her staying away for too long and takes care of her, despite Y/n trying to brush it off at first. Word count: 3.047

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Pov y/n

Natasha has never paid much attention to me. So, I'm surprised when she looks up now as I walk past the kitchen. There is no one else around, the others somewhere scattered around the compound.

"Going for a nightly run, huh?" Nat asks, her eyes darting over my workout clothes, settling on the headlamp I wear. "Or trying to rob someone?"

I don't know what it is about her, why she doesn't care at all. I don't expect to become besties with her but I thought she might be nice and happy to have another woman on the team. But apparently, she couldn't care less. I've tried to be nice and become her friend but her constant remarks and sarcastic comments eventually made me give up. I simply roll my eyes at her. She chuckles amused at my reaction, not taking me very serious. So much about making friends when joining the Avengers.

When I joined them half a year ago, I thought it would be nice, we'd be a team and save the world together. Instead, Natasha hates me and Steve drags me to training every morning. His training plan is hard and leaves me exhausted on the regular. On days where we don't train together, he gave me the homework to go running to keep my stamina up. I skipped that once and the next time had to listen to him lecturing me, so I won't be risking that again.

Today has been really busy though and I've been sitting at my desk most of the time, writing reports, sorting files and digitalizing other files. This part of being an Avenger truly doesn't make me feel like a hero, more like someone at an office job. I hoped for this to be cool but it's a bit of a let down so far. Nonetheless, I hope to help people one day and give them hope when they see me, so I keep pushing myself.

Natasha glances toward the window in the kitchen, darkness mirroring her face back at her. It may be late and I am a bit tired but I will pull through and go to bed right after. Whatever Natasha thinks, she keeps it to herself and I keep walking, heading out of the compound. Going running in the dark isn't my favorite but running track in the gym drives me insane. The same circle over and over again. Makes me feel like a hamster in a wheel.

The air is cold as I step out, but I know it won't bother me once I start running and warm up. I already did my stretching, so I'm ready to go. My steps are soft against the gravel path leading me away from the compound, my headlight the only source of light despite the moon and a few starts. The air smells fresh, the rain from earlier today still hanging in the air. The smell is nice, calming.

I run for quite a while, getting lost in my thoughts and when I slow to a stop to orientate myself, I find myself lost. My breath is still fast from running as I spin around, trying to figure out where I am. There are trees lining the path to my right and an open field to my left. Definitely no place I feel very safe.

I keep moving, even if it's just slow steps, my eyes darting around along with the ball of light coming from my headlamp. The longer I look around, the more panic unfurls inside me. Shit! I really got too lost in my thoughts to keep track of the path. That only happened once before but it was in daylight, so I could easily make my way back but now I can't look far enough to see anything familiar.

I take deep breaths, trying to stay calm but the nerves in my body are raging, every possible bad scenario playing out in my mind. Even a shake of my head doesn't help and I ball my hands into fists.

How could I be so mindless?

The smartest thing to do is probably turn around and take the way back. It has been straight for a while now, so I can't get lost that way. I turn around, my eyes still darting around, trying to assess my surroundings. My heart beats fast but more from fear than exercising. Being lost in the dark is one of my few fears. So much could be happening without my knowledge and I can only react to the things right in front of me. Like a branch reaching onto the path. I bend it away with one hand, glancing around.

The sudden crack in the tree line to my left makes my heart jump, startling me. I jump into action, getting into the stance Steve reminds me of each training session. The branch snaps back into its original position striking me sharply across the face and I wince at the sudden pain. I'm really not in my best condition today. But jumping into the stance was an instinct, one that made me forget about the branch.

I wince again, my face heating as pain pulses through my face. I bite my lip to keep myself from making further noise, not wanting to sound like prey. Instead, I sidestep the branch and keep running again. My mind is overwhelmed with so much happening at once, so many feelings. But I can't break down now. Not here.

For what feels like eternity, I wander around, trying to figure out where to go while keeping my emotions at bay. My face stings and hurts, it still feels like the branch is pushing against my face, even if it's not. Goosebumps have erupted on my arms, but not from the cold. Not just, at least. I hate myself for not taking my phone with me. Usually, it bothers me and I don't listen to music anyway. I want to hear the steady sound of my steps and nature and running is the best moment to clear my head and think. Now, I would be grateful for a phone though. 

Eventually, I spot the compound again, letting out a relieved breath and speeding up, wanting to be inside and safe again. By now, my face is throbbing and I am not sure I want to see what the branch did. It certainly isn't pretty.

Exhausted physically and mentally, I enter the compound and head for the living quarters. Once I'm in my room, I can rest and cry.

I pass by the living room area, noticing the light on. Out of curiosity, I slow my step and glance inside. When I see red hair, I roll my eyes, no one helpful. Not that the others are necessarily warm towards me but at least they acknowledge me.

Natasha turns in the armchair. "That was a long run," she comments as she turns around, her eyes fixing on mine. For a second and probably the first time since I met her, her face drops with some kind of emotion. Something else than distance and smugness.

"What happened?" She asks instead of making a comment like I expected. I wave it of, too exhausted to explain and not in the mood for her sarcasm. I turn on my heal, walking down the hallway, yearning for my bed.

"That looks bad. Did someone attack you?" Natasha asks, her voice softer than I'm used too. Just hearing her talk again is a surprise but together with this slight hint of worry, it's weird.

"No," I answer shortly, not in the mood to relive the moment. Steps follow me and I wonder why she is so persistent all of the sudden. It's not like she cares. "What happened then?" she continues asking. I'm not sure if I'm annoyed by it or feel a little touched.

But then, she never really paid attention to me before, so this feels like a game. I simply shrug, dismissing her question while fighting my own uprising feelings. A soft hand around my wrist holds me back and Nat steps into my vision again. Her expression is surprisingly soft, something I've never seen before.

"Hey, what happened? That looks bad," she eyes my face, her fingers still curled around my wrist. They are warm and almost comforting. Her touch confuses my already messy mind. For a second I consider giving into the comfort, accepting it. But then I remember she probably doesn't really care and pull my hand out of hers.

"Happened during my run," is all I tell her, heading further to my room, fighting the uprising tears. All of this is too much. The fear of being alone in the dark, the feeling of being lost, the throbbing of my face and the exhaustion in my body.

"One doesn't get a red stripe like that on a normal run," Natasha points out, her steps following me. Why is she so persistent? I ignore her, not sure if my voice will stay steady if I talk.

"And you usually don't run for that long. Something must have happened." My irritation at her constant words snap and I spin around, tears pricking in my eyes.

"Why do you care, Romanoff? You don't care about me at all! Why now?" For a second she looks taken aback but then her features soften and she takes a step closer to me.

"Who says I don't care?" She asks and I huff, allowing the first tear to fall. It stings when reaching the spot where I was hit by the branch but I ignore that.

"You show it in the way you act. Message received. Now, just go..." My voice gets weaker as my emotions get stronger, threatening to spill over with force.

Natasha keeps watching me, worry showing on her face. I can't look at her any longer, so I turn away, hiding my tears.

"I do care," she almost whispers. I shake my head, at the verge of a breakdown. She doesn't, she never has and never will.

"I do," she insists and a warm hand is placed on my back.

As if that was all it takes, my composure breaks and I start crying, every emotion pulsing through me in strong waves. All the fear, the pain, the loneliness, the confusion, the exhaustion.

Natasha is very quick to wrap her arms around me, holding me as my knees give up. Her embrace is warm but I barely register that and for a moment I don't care who she is and just bury my face in her shoulder, shaking while I cry.

Her hand soothingly rubs up and down my back while the other cradles the back of my head. I cry into her shirt, feeling the stinging of the stripe on my face increasing, adding to everything.

"Shh, it's okay. I'm here," she whispers as if this was normal for us. As if she hasn't ignored me for the most part of half a year. My legs grow weak but she catches me without a problem. "Shhh, it's okay, you're okay. We'll get you to your room and take care of that injury, okay?"

All I manage is to nod and then follow her slow steps, guiding me backwards through the hallway. I continue crying, my emotions flowing out of me, her arms strong and securely around me. They bring a comfort I didn't expect at all. We reach my room and Natasha carefully settles me on my bed. My tears have stopped and I only feel exhausted and vulnerable now.

"Let's get you cleaned up, so nothing gets infected." She smiles softly at me, a sight I never saw before. All I can do is nod though, too exhausted to do anything else or to protest. For a moment, she disappears into my attached bathroom and comes back with a wet cloth.

"It may sting at first but I promise, it'll be better soon," she says gently, sitting down next to me.

With her free hand, she gently takes my chin, tilting my head into her direction. Our eyes meet. Hers are soft, almost warm. I've never seen them like this and that's confusing me a lot. I want to know what she thinks, why she is helping me. But I don't have the mental or emotional capacity to have that kind of talk now. With the cloth, she begins to dab at my wound. I bite my lip, the slight stinging not pleasant.

"How did this happen? One doesn't get a stripe like this just from being outside." She pulls the cloth away to look at me, concern on her face and a dab of blood on the cloth.

"I was running and got lost..." I trail off, shivering at the memory. "There was a low hanging branch and it snapped into my face when I didn't pay attention." Natasha hums, pressing the cooling cloth back on my face. I'm surprised she doesn't laugh because that's not very hero like and sounds so stupid.

"The blood should dry soon and with a bit of cooling, the swelling will go back too," she tells me, her fingers still holding my chin, the small bit of comfort I get from it soothing my emotions a little. Even if I can't comprehend this whole situation, I allow myself to feel this way because if I don't, I might just break down again.

Comfort is all I've been seeking for since I started this program. It's hard and I fell in bed with an aching body for almost the entirety of the first month. There was so much frustration as well and small injuries. All I wanted was to be hugged by someone, to just get the smallest hint of comfort.

But that doesn't seem like something the Avengers do. Steve always told me to brush it off and Tony merely rolled his eyes when I was complaining. Empathy isn't their strong suit really. Natasha never showed any emotion either and I started to feel alone. The goal of helping people still in my mind, so I bit through it. Finally getting a sense of comfort is what my body has been craving and I don't care about who it's from anymore. Even if it's just for tonight and a one-time-thing, it's still better than nothing at all.

"You shouldn't run alone in the dark anymore," she says softly, so very different from the lectures I usually get from Steve. I'm not used to soft and gentle anymore, but it feels really good. I look into her eyes that assess my face as she continues cooling it. "But I have to keep exercising."

Natasha just hums and locks eyes with me. "Okay. The next time you go out for a run in the dark, you let me know and I'll join you."

The protectiveness in her voice catches me off-guard. "What?"

"I don't like you getting hurt or the thought of you getting lost in the dark. It's not a peaceful place out there. So, the next time you go on a run at night, you let me know and I come with you, making sure you return home safely." Warmth spreads in my chest at her words, the sense of comfort growing. Running with her could be nice, if she stays like this. If she goes back to her cold and distant demeanor, I am not so sure about it. But not having to worry about getting lost sounds nice and for the first time in half a year, I don't feel alone anymore.

"I will," I reply silently. She nods with a soft expression and pulls the cloth again, studying my face.

"The swelling isn't quite gone but is better now. With some rest, you will feel better tomorrow. Besides, you look exhausted." She reaches out and gently tugs a strain of hair behind my ear, the action so surprisingly gently, that I don't know how to react. Natasha gets up and brings the cloth into the bathroom before returning.

"If you need me, you know where my room is. Right?" I hesitate. Of course, I know where her room is. All our rooms have our names on the door. But just the thought of lying in the dark by myself sends cold shivers down my spine. Being alone in the darkness is the last thing I want. I'm aware that I am in no position to make this request but now seems the best moment.

"Stay with me?" I ask silently, feeling incredibly vulnerable. Natasha takes a moment to reply and I expect her to deny and leave but then she nods. "Okay, I can stay with you if that'll make you feel better?"

I nod, relieved I don't have to be alone for the night. I get off the bed and gesture for her to get comfortable before quickly changing in my bathroom. When I get back out, Natasha is in my bed, watching me. It's strange to see the big bed not empty. But also nice, knowing I don't have to be alone with my emotions for once. I slip in on my side and snuggle into the blanket, the comfort of her sheer presence soothing my earlier worry.

"Thank you," I say, looking at her. She gives me another one of her soft and rare smiles.

"You're welcome. Now rest, you deserve it and I will handle Steve tomorrow morning. After tonight, you deserve the training pushed back." My heart feels soft at her words, her looking out for me like no one else did so far.

The protectiveness in her voice isn't lost on me either and I wonder what that's about. But I don't ask, not wanting to ruin the moment. Instead, I smile at her before closing my eyes. She shuffles in bed next to me, switches off the light and then gets comfortable. I feel something against my knee, something of her but I can't tell what. It brings me comfort nonetheless though and I slip into sleep, feeling a lot better than I did when returning to the compound.

A/n: This is my first post here, so hi? I hope you liked this one shot, it seemed like a good one to start with :D

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Dont know if you are still taking requests but if you are could you please do bucky barnes with widow!reader. She trained in the red room with nat and is super badass. this can be head cannons, a drabble, etc. please and thank you 🎀🎀

Bucky being a flirt with Widow!Reader

Pairings: Avenger!Bucky Barnes x Avenger/Widow!Female Reader

Summary: Bucky likes to flirt with you.

Warnings: Fluff, language, flirting, kissing, pet names

A/N: Thank you to the lovely anonymous person who requested this🩵

A/N #2: The reader is a Black Widow like Natasha.

Written on my phone. My apologies for any mistakes.

Header made by @buckys-wintersoldier

GIF IS NOT MINE! Credit goes to the creators. I found it on Pinterest.

Bucky walks in the gym to see you training with Natasha. He doesn’t know who you are, but he’s intrigued and impressed with you. He leans against the doorframe with his arms crossed and continues watching you. As the two of you finished training, Natasha noticed Bucky watching and smirks to herself.

“I think a certain Super Soldier is watching you.” Natasha whispers to you.

You look over at the door and seen Bucky standing there.

“Barnes, c’mere.” Natasha motions Bucky over and he happily walks over to the two of you. “This is my badass friend Y/N. Her and I trained in the red room together.” She introduces you two. “Have fun getting to know each other.” She says, winking before walking away.

Bucky held his hand out for you to shake, which you happily shook.

“I’m Sergeant James Barnes. Friends call me Bucky.” His voice sounding flirtatious. “What’s your name, doll?” He asks.

“Agent Y/N Y/L/N.” You tell him. “I’d like to show you a few moves if you’re up for it, Sarge.” You say.

“I’m up for anything, doll face.” He says with a smirk.

You and Bucky got into position before throwing punches at each other and dodging them. Bucky got even more impressed with what you were showing him.

“Is that all you can handle, Sarge?” You teasingly said.

“I can handle a lot more than you can think, babydoll.” Bucky says with a wink.

You swiped Bucky off his feet, causing him to fall to the floor, catching him off guard. He laid on his back, staring up at you. You kneeled down, gently putting your knee against his chest.

“You still think you can handle more, Sergeant?” You asked.

A surprised squeak left your lips when Bucky grabbed your arm causing you to fall on top of him. He rolled the two of you over so you were laying on the floor with your arms pinned against the floor above your head.

“Not such a badass now, huh, doll?” He teasingly said.

“That doesn’t count. You caught me off guard.” You say.

“Aww. Is Agent Badass not the badass she thinks she is?” Bucky coos in a flirty tone.

“How about we go again and you’ll find out.” You say.

“You’re on.” He says.

Bucky stands up and helps you up. You two get into position again and threw punches at each other and dodged them again. Suddenly, Bucky grabbed your wrist and pulled you against him, kissing you passionately. He pulled away from your lips, leaving you the two of you breathless.

“That was one badass kiss, Sarge.” You ran a finger across his stubble along his jawline. “That was fun. We should do that more often.” You say before walking away.

“I’ll hold you against that, doll face!” He shouts as you continued to walk away.

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-Bucky’s Doll

[natswife-marvelicious]

Tipsy Truths

Plot: You struggle with your deep feelings for Natasha, convinced she would never feel the same way. After a night of drinking, you unexpectedly encounter Natasha in the kitchen, and with the help of liquid courage, you finally confess your feelings.

Warnings: alcohol, being drunk

Word count: 2,9k

Masterlist

The Avengers Compound was quiet, and the dark hallways were lit only by the soft glow of the moon outside. It was late, so late that the silence felt almost eerie. Everyone had gone to bed hours ago after a day filled with training, strategy meetings, and the sort of easy banter that often followed missions. It was the calm that always came after action.

But you couldn’t sleep. Not after the night you’d had.

You had just come back from the bar. A night out with a few friends seemed like a good idea at the time, something to shake off the lingering tension, to escape the constant reminders of your biggest problem. You thought maybe if you drowned it out with laughter, conversation, and a few drinks, you could push it down.

But that’s not how it worked. You weren’t just tipsy, you were drunk. And even drunk, you couldn’t stop thinking about her.

Natasha Romanoff.

The woman who was impossible not to notice, even when she wasn’t trying. Her presence in a room was magnetic, pulling everyone’s attention even when she said nothing at all. You had watched her for months, longer than you should have, tried to swallow the growing feelings, to rationalize them away. But there was no logic in what you felt for Natasha.

It wasn’t supposed to happen. She was everything, deadly, confident, impossibly beautiful, and you? You were just… you. A fellow Avenger, yes, but someone who couldn’t imagine being more than a friend to her, someone whose heart raced every time she so much as smiled in your direction. The more you tried to suppress the feelings, the stronger they became. Until you could hardly breathe when she was near.

But how could you ever tell her?

The mere idea of confessing your feelings had you frozen in fear. You’d convinced yourself that she would never, could never, see you the way you saw her. Someone like her could never be interested in someone like you. So, you kept it buried, hidden behind forced smiles and nervous laughter. But now, you were more vulnerable than ever, with the alcohol making your thoughts even louder and your emotions harder to control.

Stumbling down the hallway toward the kitchen, all you wanted was a glass of water to steady your swirling thoughts. You flicked the light on as you entered, the cool air and bright fluorescent light sobering you, but not enough.

You didn’t expect anyone to be awake.

“Couldn’t sleep?”

The voice was soft, but unmistakable. It was her.

You froze. Standing at the counter, sipping water from a glass, was Natasha Romanoff. She looked casual, relaxed, her red hair down around her shoulders, a simple tank top and sweatpants her attire for the night. But even dressed down like this, she was effortlessly stunning.

Your stomach twisted with nerves as you realized just how drunk you still were. Your cheeks flushed, and you quickly looked away, pretending the sight of her hadn’t just sent your heart into overdrive. You fumbled for words, hoping your voice wouldn’t betray just how much seeing her affected you.

“I- uh… yeah. Went out. Had a drink or two,” you muttered, trying to make it sound casual, but failing miserably.

Natasha’s lips curved into a slight smile, her green eyes glinting in the soft light. “Just a drink or two?”

You shrugged awkwardly, rubbing the back of your neck. “Okay, maybe a few more than that.”

She chuckled softly, the sound making your heart skip a beat. It was one of those rare, soft laughs that she only let slip when she was truly comfortable. You’d always loved those moments, watching her let her guard down just a little bit. But now, with her standing here so close, you could barely think straight.

“You seem… distracted,” Natasha said, her tone shifting slightly, becoming more curious as she studied you.

Your breath hitched, and you looked down, gripping the cold water bottle in your hand tighter. Did she know? Could she tell? You had always thought you were doing a decent job at hiding it, but now, with her sharp eyes on you, it felt like every emotion you had been burying was about to spill out.

“No, I’m fine,” you mumbled, too quickly, and you hated how transparent you sounded.

Natasha didn’t say anything at first. Instead, she set her glass down on the counter with a soft clink and took a step toward you. The air between you shifted, growing heavier, and you swore your heart was pounding loud enough for her to hear.

“Are you sure?” she asked, her voice softer now, but more insistent. “You’ve been a little off lately."

Your heart leapt into your throat. She had noticed.

You had spent months trying to be subtle, trying to keep your feelings hidden. You’d convinced yourself that Natasha had no idea how you felt, that your little sideways glances during training or your nervous stammering during movie nights had gone unnoticed. But of course, Natasha was perceptive, she always noticed everything.

“Natasha, I-” You tried to find an excuse, something to deflect her question, but the words caught in your throat. The alcohol was making it harder to think, and the way she was looking at you, like she was waiting for you to crack, made it impossible to focus.

Your stomach twisted painfully, and before you could stop yourself, the truth slipped out.

“It’s you,” you blurted, your voice barely above a whisper.

Natasha’s eyes widened slightly, a flicker of surprise crossing her face before she quickly masked it with that cool, unreadable expression she always wore.

“Me?” she echoed, her voice calm, but you could hear the curiosity behind it.

You swallowed hard, suddenly feeling a wave of panic. What had you done? You hadn’t meant to say that. You weren’t ready. But now that the words were out, there was no taking them back. The dam had broken, and everything you had been holding back for so long was starting to spill out.

“I… I like you, Natasha,” you confessed, your voice shaky and unsteady. “I like you more than I should. And I know you probably don’t feel the same way, and I get it, but I just… I can’t keep pretending anymore.”

There it was. Your heart was pounding so hard you thought it might burst out of your chest, and you couldn’t bring yourself to look at her, afraid of what you might see on her face. Afraid of the rejection, the confusion, the pity.

But instead, there was only silence. Long, heavy silence.

When you finally forced yourself to meet her gaze, Natasha was looking at you with an intensity that made your breath catch. Her green eyes were soft, her lips parted slightly as though she was about to say something, but she didn’t. She just stared at you, her expression unreadable.

“You think I haven’t noticed?” she asked quietly, her voice steady, but there was a gentleness to it that made your heart ache. “The way you look at me? The way you act around me?”

You blinked, your stomach dropping. “You… noticed?”

Natasha’s lips curved into a small smile, and she took another step closer, her hand reaching out to brush lightly against your arm. Her touch sent a shiver down your spine, and you couldn’t move, frozen in place by the weight of everything that was happening.

“I’ve noticed for a while,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper. “I just wasn’t sure if you were ready to admit it.”

You stared at her, your mind reeling. All this time, you had been so convinced that you were hiding your feelings, that she had no idea. But Natasha had known. She had known, and she hadn’t said anything. Why hadn’t she said anything?

“I didn’t think you’d…” Your voice trailed off, and you swallowed hard, your throat tight. “I didn’t think you’d ever feel the same way.”

Natasha’s expression softened, and she stepped even closer, her hand sliding down to gently cup your cheek. The warmth of her touch sent your heart racing again, and you leaned into it, unable to stop yourself.

“You were wrong,” she whispered, her thumb brushing softly against your skin.

Before you could say anything else, Natasha leaned in and kissed you.

The world seemed to stop for a moment. Her lips were soft, tentative at first, like she was giving you the chance to pull away if you wanted to. But you didn’t. You couldn’t. You kissed her back, your hands shaking as you reached up to pull her closer, to ground yourself in the reality of what was happening.

Natasha deepened the kiss, her other hand sliding to the back of your neck, holding you in place as if she was afraid you might slip away. But you weren’t going anywhere. Not now. Not after everything.

When she finally pulled back, her forehead rested against yours, her breath warm against your lips. “I like you too,” she murmured, her voice barely audible, but the words sent a wave of warmth flooding through you.

You let out a shaky breath, your heart swelling with relief and joy. All this time, you had been so afraid, so convinced that your feelings were one-sided, that Natasha could never see you the way you saw her. But you were wrong.

“I’m sorry I didn’t say anything sooner,” you whispered, your voice trembling.

Natasha smiled, her thumb gently stroking your cheek as she stayed close, her breath mingling with yours. “You don’t need to apologize,” she said softly, her voice steady and comforting. “I get why you didn’t. This… it’s complicated. But you don’t need to hide anymore.”

Her words felt like a lifeline, pulling you out of the sea of doubt and insecurity you had been drowning in for months. You leaned into her touch, eyes closed for a moment as you let it sink in. She liked you too. The reality of it felt almost too good to believe, but the way she held you, the warmth of her body pressed so close to yours, told you it was real.

“I was so scared you wouldn’t feel the same,” you admitted, your voice quiet, but the alcohol in your system made it easier to speak your truth now. “You’re… you’re so amazing, Natasha. You’re everything. I didn’t think someone like you could ever like someone like me.”

Natasha’s hand slid down to your shoulder, steady and firm as she pulled back just enough to look you in the eyes. There was a seriousness in her gaze now, the playful glint gone, replaced by something more earnest.

“Don’t ever say that,” she said, her voice firm but gentle. “You’re one of the strongest, kindest people I know. You belong here. And I didn’t feel like this about anyone until you.” She paused, her fingers tightening slightly on your shoulder as if to emphasize her point. “You matter to me. A lot.”

Your breath hitched in your throat. The intensity of her words, the sincerity in her eyes, it was almost too much. All those nights you’d spent agonizing over your feelings, the self-doubt, the fear of being rejected by her… they melted away in an instant. Natasha Romanoff, the woman you had admired for so long, cared about you. She saw you.

“I don’t know what to say,” you whispered, your voice shaking with emotion.

“You don’t have to say anything right now,” Natasha replied, her expression softening into a smile, the kind that made her eyes crinkle at the corners. “Just… let yourself feel this. Let yourself believe that you’re worth it. Because you are.”

You nodded, feeling a lump in your throat as the weight of her words settled deep in your chest. You had spent so long doubting yourself, but now, standing here with her, everything seemed clear. It was still terrifying, but the fear was mixed with something else, something warm and hopeful.

“I just… I don’t want to mess this up,” you confessed, your voice barely above a whisper. “I’ve never felt this way before, and I don’t know what I’m doing.”

Natasha’s smile widened slightly, and she took a step closer, her hand slipping down to lace her fingers with yours. The gesture was simple, but the warmth of her touch grounded you, calming the racing thoughts in your mind.

“You’re not going to mess this up,” she reassured you, squeezing your hand gently. “We’ll figure it out together. It doesn’t have to be perfect. We just have to be honest with each other.”

You felt a small smile tug at your lips, the tightness in your chest loosening for the first time in what felt like forever. Honest. You could do that. Maybe this wasn’t as complicated as you’d made it out to be. Maybe it was as simple as two people caring about each other.

You squeezed her hand in return, a quiet but firm acknowledgment of everything she had just said. “Together,” you echoed softly, feeling the word settle into place like a missing piece of the puzzle.

Natasha leaned in again, her forehead resting against yours as she closed her eyes. “I like the sound of that.”

For a moment, you just stood there, the two of you enveloped in a bubble of quiet intimacy, the rest of the world fading away. The only thing that mattered was her, the steady rhythm of her breathing, the warmth of her skin against yours, and the knowledge that for the first time in a long time, you didn’t have to hide anymore.

After what felt like forever, Natasha finally pulled back, her fingers still intertwined with yours. She gave you a look, half playful, half serious, as if she was considering something.

“You’re pretty drunk,” she remarked, raising an eyebrow.

You laughed softly, the sound surprising even you. “Yeah, maybe a little.”

“Come on,” she said, her voice lighter now as she tugged gently on your hand. “Let’s get you some water and make sure you’re okay before you pass out on me.”

You couldn’t help but grin, the tension that had once knotted up inside you completely unraveled now. “Yeah, that’s probably a good idea.”

She led you over to the counter, grabbing the water bottle you had left there earlier and handing it to you. You took a long drink, the cool liquid soothing your dry throat and clearing your head a bit. Natasha watched you with a soft smile, her eyes still holding that warmth that made your heart flutter.

As you drank, she leaned against the counter, crossing her arms and giving you a look that was both teasing and affectionate. “You know,” she said, her tone playful, “I kind of figured you had a thing for me.”

You almost choked on your water. “W-What?”

She laughed, a soft, musical sound that sent butterflies through your stomach. “Come on, the way you looked at me during movie nights? The way you got all flustered during training?” She raised an eyebrow, clearly enjoying your embarrassment. “It was kind of cute, actually.”

You felt your cheeks heat up, and you rubbed the back of your neck awkwardly. “I didn’t think I was that obvious.”

“Maybe not to everyone else,” Natasha said with a smirk, “but I notice things.”

You couldn’t help but laugh a little at that. Of course she noticed. Natasha always noticed everything. That’s what made her such a skilled spy, after all. But now that the truth was out, you didn’t feel the need to hide it anymore.

“Guess I wasn’t as sneaky as I thought,” you muttered, giving her a sheepish smile.

She chuckled and stepped closer, her hand finding yours again as she gave you a soft, reassuring squeeze. “Doesn’t matter. What matters is that we’re here now.”

You nodded, feeling a warmth bloom in your chest. “Yeah… we are.”

Natasha tilted her head slightly, her eyes locking onto yours with an intensity that made your pulse quicken. “So, what now?” she asked, her voice quiet but steady, as if she was testing the waters.

You took a deep breath, feeling the weight of the question but also the excitement that came with it. What now? The future stretched out in front of you, uncertain but full of possibility. And for the first time in a long time, you didn’t feel afraid of it.

“I don’t know,” you admitted honestly, your voice soft. “But… I want to find out. With you.”

Natasha’s lips curved into a small, genuine smile, and she squeezed your hand again, her touch comforting and steady. “Me too.”

The two of you stood there for a moment longer, just enjoying the quiet between you, the unspoken understanding that whatever came next, you would face it together. It was a new beginning, and though you didn’t know exactly what the future held, you felt ready for it. For the first time in a long time, you felt like you were exactly where you were supposed to be.

Natasha stepped closer again, her hand slipping around your waist as she pulled you into a gentle hug. You melted into her embrace, resting your head against her shoulder, your heart full and light. Whatever came next, you knew you didn’t have to face it alone.

Together, you would figure it out.

And that was all you needed.

Fluffy fluff :)

[olsenmyolsen]

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master list . dark master list

If I said best song on TTPD, then what???

MCU (Female Reader X Wanda Maximoff)

Summary: You and Wanda Maximoff used to be something, but now that you're with Natasha Romanoff, Wanda can't stand by and let it happen.

Word Count: 1.4K

Content: Pissed Off Wanda, Manipulation, Cheating(?)

Wanda hated seeing you with Natasha.

She hated how the redhead whispered sweet nothings into your ear as you cooked dinner. She hated seeing how Natasha's arms held you tight after a mission. Wanda mostly hated how she looked at you. When Wanda truly looked at you. Wanda could see the pain hidden behind the glare.

Wanda hates how you treated her and how she treated you in return.

On top of that, she regrets calling it off too early. But now she hates the idea of you with someone else.

The images of you and Natasha are driving her crazy.

So, as she stands in front of her mirror in a white shirt and a lilac short skirt that fits her like skin, she smiles.

She's gonna get you back.

You're no better than a man when you see the way Wanda glides into the kitchen for breakfast. The body-hugging skirt leaves little to the imagination while making your mouth dry.

Wanda feels your gaze on her as she keeps her back to you. Using her magic to grab a bowl and spoon for cereal, keeping a laugh inside as she hears your thoughts.

You look away when she turns around but look right back up with a spoon clatters against the hardwood. You go red when you see Wanda bent over, picking up the spoon.

The color of her panties matches the skirt.

"Hey!" Natasha's voice makes you jump as she enters the kitchen with a smile. Wanda finishes gathering her cereal in the meantime. She knows this part of her plan worked just by how hard you're trying to keep your focus on Natasha and not Wanda and her body. "You woke up before me. That never happens!" Natasha makes a casual joke that you give a half-hearted chuckle at. "Yeah, just wanted an early start today, I guess."

Wanda takes one last look at you before she leaves the room. Your eyes catch her green ones, and you just about stop breathing when she winks at you.

"You're mine."

The following week, Stark is throwing a party for god knows what the occasion was, but it doesn't matter. You need something like this for one reason or another.

(Wanda and Wanda.)

So, as you walk with your arms linked with Natasha's, you find all eyes on the two of you. Natasha is dressed in a strapless thigh-high slit silver dress. You opted for an all-black tux that Natasha couldn't wait to tear off you later.

And you with her dress.

You smiled and kissed her cheek while she made small talk with colleagues, and you felt the burn of green eyes on you.

Wanda was stewing across the party, in a tight black dress that complimented your tux better than Natasha did. You and Natasha looked stunning.

She hated it.

So, with her mind on autopilot, Wanda downed the remainder of her glass and kept her burning desire trained on you.

After days of teasing, Wanda didn't feel close to accomplishing her goal. So, with misguided judgment, she rolled her tongue over her lips and found herself standing in the garage.

A golf club in her hand.

Luxury cars that Tony spent too much money on never to drive were the first pieces of machinery Wanda saw before she walked further and further down that aisle.

A loud click bounced off the walls with every step of her heels. Until. Wanda finally stopped in front of your bike.

Wanda remembers times when you'd spend all day with this stupid junk—fixing it up and taking it for a spin, being too loud and careless. God, Wanda hated it. But she also loved it because it made you happy.

But Wanda did at some point, too.

A memory of her arms wrapped around you while you sped around the compound plays out.

Wanda unconsciously screams and takes a swing, hitting the headlight right in the middle of the bike. Glass spraying around her. With a gasp, Wanda takes a step back, surprised by her actions, before she grips the club harder and swings for the fences.

39 times.

Wanda had a date a few weeks after Starks party. Your bike was totaled, and Wanda had another date.

You couldn't fucking believe it.

You felt like you had been going crazy with Wanda lately. She was gone one minute and was always around the next, in short skirts or revealing tops. Wanda was there. She acted friendly, and then, in a second, she couldn't stand you.

You couldn't make heads or tails of what was happening.

Was she getting me back?

One way or another?

You sighed as you sat down on your bed at the compound. Natasha was gone on a mission, and even if you wanted to talk to her, you couldn't really do it about Wanda.

You would be lying if you said you didn't miss Wanda at times when Natasha wouldn't get your jokes or how her and Wanda's idea of nights in were different.

On top of that, you missed Wanda's touch. You hate to say it, but you miss feeling her skin under your hand or hearing her whispered sighs escape through her lips.

You groan and lift up from the bed. You head down to the gym to distract yourself. It's empty when you get there and by the time you're finishing up. Yet, with your headphones in and your back to the door. You don't hear Wanda enter the room.

Wanda had listened to your thoughts repeatedly for the last two hours. She had smiled wide and touched herself briefly as your frustrated moans left you. She knew how close she was to getting you back.

So, as you hummed to your music, Wanda gently walked towards you.

You stopped and turned around when red magic surrounded the equipment you were using. "Wanda?" You questioned as you paused your music. She was wearing a black sports bra and bike shorts.

But god, did they stick to her like glue.

"Hi Y/n." Wanda moved closer. "What are you doing here?" You asked after swallowing your nerves and trying to keep your eyes from roaming her body. "Just thought I'd get a workout in before my date," Wanda said with a wide smile that upset you. Wanda's words were making you think twice about what happened between the two of you.

But one thing was for certain.

Her date could never do the things I could.

Wanda raised an eyebrow at that and stepped closer to you. "You've told your friends you hate me, but you love me just the same." You remained stoic even if your lips moved slightly. "Come on. Y/n.." Wanda practically moaned as she stepped closer again with a smirk. Bringing her hand up to your body and dragging her index finger from your chin to your breast.

Only stopping when you grabbed her.

"We tried the whole bygones will be bygones thing," Wanda said as she lifted her eyes from your sweaty and toned body to your beautiful eyes. Eyes she missed, looking at her with softness and lust. "I've tried harder than you." You said, making Wanda roll her eyes.

She was playing a game.

"I don't see what if done wrong," Wanda questioned. "I see the whispers in your eyes, baby. You want me." You dropped Wanda's hand and shook your head. Your thoughts descending into actions of you taking Wanda right here and now mixed with Natasha and her broken heart. "You're poison." You speak with your face inches from Wanda's. "I'm poison either way." Wanda's words cut through you easily.

She'll always be around whether she taints your thoughts and actions or keeps to herself. Wanda will always be there.

"You have someone." You say, but Wanda laughs. "You have someone, too."

You should leave, but you can't bring yourself to do it.

Wanda smiles before she pulls you forward and collides your lips with hers. A simple thing turns into a heated make-out session that leaves both breathless.

And yet Wanda pushes you away when you reach for her shorts. "I need to get started on my workout." She says with a breath between each third word. You shake your head and try again, but Wanda stops you. "Oh, honey..." Wanda coos. "You didn't think it would be that easy. Did you?" You stare at Wanda as she clicks her tongue. "I always have the upper hand, Y/n."

Wanda then looks outside as a Quinjet flies by. You're too busy scanning Wanda's face.

"Looks like she's home," Wanda says as she turns back to you. "And don't worry, I won't say anything." Wanda shrugs before turning away, leaving you standing still as your fingers touch your lips. Still a taste of Wanda. "Oh, and Y/n."

You pull your eyes to her.

"I'm gonna get you back."

dividers by @/benkeibear

[arlana-likes-to-write]

One More

Part 2 of Reunited

Summary: When your phone rings, you know it will be your last one before retirement. Unfortunately, it does not go as planned.

Warning: (spoilers in the warnings) nightmares, PTSD, mention of war displacement, kidnapping, torture, death, killing, blood, angst with a happy ending, injuries, non-sexual nudity

Word Count: 18K (I am so sorry)

You sat up quickly, chest heaving and a thin layer of sweat covering your body. With a glance, you saw Natasha still asleep. Good. You would have hated yourself if you woke her up. You threw off the blanket, and your legs shook as you entered the bathroom. Your mind was hazy as you closed the door, flipped the lights, and turned on the shower. You stepped underneath the water without bothering to strip out of your clothes. The cold water shocked your system, and it pulled you out of your nightmare-induced haze. You slide to the ground and let the water fall on you.

The nightmare was a recurring one. Although the setting changed, the main idea remained the same. You were unable to keep your family safe. You had one job, and you couldn’t do that.

Suddenly, the water was shut off, and you blinked slowly. “Are you with me, Detka?” a voice asked.

You knew that voice. It wasn’t Fury barking orders or the sound of your girls screaming for you. The voice was warmth, safety, and peace. It was Natasha. Slowly, you nodded. “Can I touch you?” You hesitated but nodded anyway. But your wife saw your hesitation and knelt in front of you. She kept her hands to herself until you reached for her. A silent way to tell her you needed her. Her hands were warm, a sharp contrast to your cold skin. You shivered. “Do you think we can get out of the shower, or do you want to stay here for a little while?”

“Stay,” your voice shook. Standing sounded exhausting, and if you stayed in the bathroom, you wouldn’t have to face the outside world. In here, you were safe. You felt your throat burn as you kept the tears at bay. The only thing that kept you from slipping back into your nightmare-fueled mind was your wife’s warm hands. “I’m sorry,” you finally spoke. “You shouldn’t have-”

“Hush, my love,” she gently cut you off. “Just focus on my hands and breath. You are safe here.” You nodded and let out a shaky breath. It wasn’t the first time you woke her up from a nightmare; you knew it would not be the last. You would wake up and sit on the couch at the beginning of your relationship. You wouldn’t share what your mind created and refused any help from Natasha. As you grew as a couple, you learned to lean on her. The cold began to affect you.

“Can we get out?” You whispered. She nodded with a smile and helped you stand up. You felt like a toddler, unable to do anything for yourself, as Natasha stripped you of your wet clothes and dried you off. Once you were dried, she pulled you back into the bedroom.

“Do you want new clothes?” You shook your head and pulled her into your arms.

“Want you,” you mumbled against her skin.

“Okay,” Natasha whispered. “Go lay down,” you hesitated, not wanting to let her go, but you did as you were told and lay back in bed. Natasha undressed quickly and joined you. You rested your head on her chest, and her fingers ran through your hair. Her free arm wrapped around you. The steady beat of her heart was a gentle reminder that she was alive and safe. Your nightmare was wrong; you weren’t too late to protect her. “Do you want to talk about it?” She broke the silence. You looked up at her.

“Bad guys got to you and the girls. I couldn’t protect you,” she carefully pushed away a few tears.

“It is not only your responsibility to protect this family,” Natasha whispered. We are a team.”

“Nat,” she moved up suddenly and forced you to move with her.

“We are a team, my love,” she said, connecting your hands. I know the things you’ve done and the enemies you’ve made, but we protect this family together,” you kissed her hands. I am here for you like you are here for me, okay?” You nodded. “I need to hear you say it.” You pulled her onto your lap, arms wrapping around her waist and pulling her close.

“Okay,” you said against her lips and kissed her. The kiss was slow and gentle as if you were afraid the other would break. Your hands tangled in the soft strands of her hair as the kiss deepened. Your tongue swiped against her lips, and her mouth opened. A soft sigh left her mouth, and you captured the sound. It was easy to get lost in the sounds that Natasha made and how her hips rolled against yours. Your lips traveled down her neck, and you left no skin untouched.

“We can’t do this right now,” her voice was breathy, clearly affected by your actions.

“Tell me to stop, and I will,” you would never force her to have sex. You bite down on her neck, and she moans loudly. “Sh, baby, we don’t want to wake the girls.”

“Then you better keep me quiet,” you smirked against her skin. You were so in love with your wife that it made you lightheaded. Sometimes, you thought you were dreaming. You never thought this would be your life: a roof over your head, a woman you loved in your arms, and your kids, who were asleep in their room. Soon, you would be retired, and this would be your life forever.

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“You look like shit,” Clint took Natasha’s empty seat. She and Laura were at the bar getting drinks. It was a lovely day, so your family, the Starks, and the Bartons decided to visit the local water park. You pushed your sunglasses up to your forehead. “Well, you look tired.” You smiled and crossed your arms, watching Rose and Hailey climb around the water castle.

“Woke up from a nightmare last night,” you looked at your friend. “Nat found me completely out of it in the shower,” Clint nodded.

“Laura has found me in the snow only wearing my boxers,” you sighed.

“Do you regret being part of the team?” He stopped staring at you and looked at his kids.

“Yes and no,” you waited for him to elaborate. “We did some good work with the team and saved many lives, but we’ve missed a lot here and have done some pretty horrific things in the name of justice.” You chuckled, resting your arm on your knee. Horrific things were an underestimate. You killed, lied, and tortured in the name of getting the bad guys. “One more for you, right?” You nodded.

“What about you, old man?” You teased. “How many more do you get in you?” He rolled his eyes.

“Two more, maybe three, depending on how they go.”

“You’re in my seat, birdbrain,” Natasha said, holding two drinks. Clint flipped her off and moved back to his seat with Laura. Here you go, dorogoy,” she handed you your drink. It remained in her hand. You were distracted by the red one-piece she was wearing. “My eyes are up here,” you smirked and took the cup.

“Thank you,” you shared a quick kiss before she sat down.

“What were you and Clint talking about?” She asked.

“About last night,” you took a sip. Since you weren’t the biggest drinker, it was lemonade, and you told Natasha you would DD. “He said I look like shit.”

“I’ll kill him,” you smiled at the deadpan look on her face. You knew she meant business.

“Down, kotenok (kitten),” you squeezed her hand. You sipped on your drink while you watched your daughters wait for the giant barrel to fill with water and dump on them. They were all carefree, untouched by the evil in the world. Maybe it was unfair to be jealous of a child. The shrill sound of your phone pulled you out of your thoughts. You glanced at Clint, who was looking for his phone. That was not a good sign. You grabbed your phone from your backpack and saw the message from Steve - You’re needed. Assemble. Sighing, you hit your phone against your hand.

“Last one,” you looked at Natasha. There was a soft smile on her face. You grabbed her hand and kissed it.

“One more,” you repeated. “One more.”

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“Well, well, well,” Maria said as you walked to the front with your bag over your shoulder. You rode with Clint to headquarters to get debriefed before heading to the airport. “Heard from the big man that this is your last mission.” She held open the door for you both. You nodded.

Natasha had to be in the room with you while you were on the phone with Fury. It was a roller coaster of emotions - intense guilt, relief, sadness. You saw Fury as a father figure. He took a chance on you when no one else would. But he was proud of you and started the process of your retirement. “What do you have planned with all this free time?”

“Ton of sex,” Clint answered. Rolling your eyes, you slapped him on the back of his head. You ignored his grumbling protest as he rubbed his head.

“We still have a lot of sex even with the job, thank you,” he scrunched his nose in disgust. “Nat and I have been thinking about traveling with the girls. But we’ll see,” you opened the conference room door, and Bucky and Steve were already there. “Hey, lover boys,” you dropped your bag on the floor and sat across Bucky. “How have you been?” It had been a few months since the last mission, so catching up with the team was nice. Minus Clint, you only saw the others when you were called in. Since you were retiring, you made a mental note to invite them over more. They were your family, best friends, and people who would give their lives to save yours. You loved them.

The team stood at attention when the door opened. Fury walked in, followed by Sam Wilson, second in command on the other team. He was a good man and never afraid to crack a joke.

“At ease,” Fury said. You sat back down. “This is an exciting mission. It will be our last one with Viper,” your team cheered, and Clint grabbed your shoulders to shake you. You rolled your eyes and pushed the man off of you. You thought the nickname was stupid. But Clint called you once, and it stuck. Every time you heard the name, it reminded you of the one time you disobeyed a direct order. You were a good soldier and followed orders without a second thought. But when Maria and Fury told you to stand down and wait for backup to arrive, you disobeyed, turned off your coms, and rescued the hostage. If you waited, they would have been killed. Clint said you moved like a snake, quick and precise. He called you Viper while Fury chewed you out.

“Speech, speech, speech,” Bucky cheered.

“I can not wait not to have to deal with your ugly mug,” you flipped him off. He threw his empty coffee mug at your head as retaliation, but you ducked it out of the way. This was what you were going to miss.

“Alright, children,” Fury chuckled. “Second, Sam Wilson will be joining us.” Now you could join the celebration as the man sat beside Maria.

“Where are you shipping us off to, boss?” You asked and crossed your arms.

“We’ll be headed to the border of Ukraine and Russia. We’ve been asked to help refugees leave the country,” you nodded. It was a straightforward mission and not the first time you’d been asked to help people displaced by war. You would distribute food and water, provide security, and entertain the kids. Hopefully, it would be a quick in and out, and you’d be home with your girls.

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“Sam joined the team,” you told Natasha. Your phone rested on your shoulder as you prepared your weapon case.

“I guess Fury found your replacement,” you chuckled. “How are you feeling?”

“Good, really good,” you said. You knew the team would be fine without you; even the second team was qualified. “I promise,” you reassured her. You knew she was worried about you. “I just miss you and the girls already. How are they?” Natasha sighed.

“They miss you. Do you want to talk to them?” You wanted to, but you knew if they got on the phone and told you to come home, you would.

“I’ll talk to them when we touch down,” Again, she sighed. “I’ll be safe, baby; you know I always am.” You never told her where you were going or what you were doing. One, it was a security clearance, and two, you never wanted to burden her. There was some close class; you were shot, broke your leg, and had a few concussions. On the other side of the phone, you heard the doorbell. “Are you expecting someone?” You could barely make out the excited yells of the twins.

“Oh fuck me,” Natasha mumbled.

“I wish,” you smirked and left the armory. “Who is it?”

“My fucking parents,” she said. “I may have slipped that you got called in, and they just showed up. Ugh, I may kill them,” you smiled. You liked her parents. Alexei’s chaotic nature and Melina’s dry humor were a perfect dynamic, but you knew it could get on Natasha’s nerves.

“Please don’t, baby,” you said.

“I have to go. Call me when you can,” you smiled. “I love you.”

“Love you more,” you hung up and looked at your lock screen. It was your family at the twin’s party that you barely made it home for. This was why you wanted to be done, not to miss anymore.

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“Mama, I appreciate you and Dad coming, but you did not have to drop everything and come,” Melina waved the redhead off.

“It is the summer. We have it off, and we miss our vnuchki (granddaughters),” Before they stopped over, they must have gone to the grocery store because they brought in bags of food. Usually, they put in a grocery order to drop off when you were deployed. This time, they came along with it. While Natasha and Melina put the food away, Alexei was in charge of entertaining the girls. “You and the girls must be excited, right? This is her last one?” Natasha nodded.

She was ecstatic about your retirement. Natasha would always support you, but when she was happy, you decided to step away. Every time you were called away, anxiety tormented her, wondering if you were going to be okay. “You know, I did not like her at first,” Melina said. Oh, Natasha was well aware. Her mother made it very well known that she disapproved of her relationship.

“I know,” Natasha grabbed the cutting board and washed the strawberries to cut them up. “You made it loud and clear.” Her mother dared to smile.

“But I am glad you are happy,” she said. That is all I have ever wanted for you and your sister.” Natasha knew that, too, and you made her happy. It was strange how similar your past was to hers. You were two young girls desperate for a family. You found family servicing, while Natasha found it in Yelena, Melina, and Alexei, who saved her. Now, you both had a family, and Natasha loved watching you be a part of the family.

Your love for their girls made Natasha fall in love with you repeatedly. She was glad you would witness more milestones in person, not through a photo or video.

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“Shol’ko tebe nuzhno (how many do you need?)” You were grateful now more than ever that your wife and in-laws were Russian. It was easy to communicate with some of those at the camp. The woman held up four fingers, and you gave her four water bottles. “Vashi malyshi golodny (are your little ones hungry)?” Three kids held tight to their mother, terrified of you and your team. You understood why. Soldiers stormed into their homes, dragged their father to the middle of the town square, and shot him along with the other men. Then, a new group of soldiers brought them here. It had to be overwhelming and terrifying. A little girl nodded her head. You smiled and whistled. Maria looked over to you and walked over with a box of snacks. “Vyberite nekoyoryye (pick some),” you told the kids. They looked at their mother for permission. Once she nodded, they dove into the chips, crackers, and cookies box. The three kids took two bags each. “Naslazdat’sya (enjoy),” you waved and walked to the next group.

“You are so disgusting cute with kids, and it’s gross,” Maria teased. You rolled your eyes. Are you and Nat thinking about having more?” It was something you hadn’t talked about, especially given the nature of your job.

“Not sure,” you smiled at the boy as you gave him water. “I guess anything can happen when you retire,” you felt a tug on your shit and looked down. It is the little girl from the mother of three. You expected her to ask for more cookies, but she raised her arms and asked to be picked up. Oh, your heart. Smiling, you dropped your case of water and picked up the girl. Her heart burrowed in the crock of your neck. “Kak vas zovut (what is your name)?”

“Anna,” she whispered. Maria picked up the rest of the water.

“See, disgustingly cute,” you chuckled and ensured Anna was comfortable in your arms before walking over to the tented area. While Clint dug into a Cheetos box, Bucky and Steve organized the shipment.

“That better be part of your snacks, Clinton,” he flipped you off.

“Yes, it is. Laura packed me some before I left. You are free to have some,” he said. “Whose the little girl?”

“Her name is Anna,” Maria told him. She took a liking to our Viper. “You carefully sat down and moved Anna onto your chest.

“You guys are jealous I can make friends wherever I go,” you softly said. You heard Anna’s quiet snores.

“I don’t think they count when those friends are half your size,” Bucky teased.

“They must sense her motherly instinct,” Steve said. “She likes being called mommy outside of the bedroom.” You flipped him off as your team laughed.

“Shut up, Rogers,” you smiled. “What about you and Buck? Wanna have kids one day?” The blonde soldier looked at his boyfriend.

“Maybe one day,” Steve said. “When the fighting is done.” Sam walked over with a case of electrolyte drinks and began to hand them out. You took a sip of the bottle, wrapped your arms around Anna to keep her safe on your chest, and before you closed your eyes, you saw Clint taking a picture of you. When you and Natasha discussed trying for kids, it scared the shit out of you. You had no actual role model to help you be a parent. Yours were more worried about their business instead of their daughter. Something inside you clicked when you held Rose and Hailey for the first time. It was your most significant accomplishment; no medal could compare to it.

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Hailey hated school. It was unfair that it was summer, and she was forced to do work. Even Melina and Alexei were on vacation. However, it was better than being in ‘real’ school. Hailey liked the flexibility of homeschooling, and it helped that Rose, Tommy, and Billy were in the same class.

They were outside in the backyard of the Stark house. Hailey could see Wanda peek out the window every once in a while to check on them. She had to admit that Hailey was jealous of Billy and Tommy because they had both of their parents’ homes. Hailey missed you. She tried not to show it, but when you called, and she got to talk to you, she had to force away her tears. So she did what she does best and joked about everything.

Tommy groaned, and Hailey glanced up at her book. He was already looking at her. It smelt of trouble. “We overheard our dad talking to our mom about the mission your mom is on.”

“Tommy,” Billy warned, but he ignored his brother.

“It’s dangerous. She and the team are helping refugees escape a country torn apart by war,” Hailey kept her eyes locked on Tommy.

“Doesn’t matter how dangerous it is,” Rose said. “Mom always comes back home to us.” It was true. You always came home; when you were back, it was like you never left. You fell back into the routine the family had. Tommy smirked.

“They offered it to Peggy’s team, but I guess she turned it down,” he said. “Because it is so dangerous.” Hailey narrowed her eyes at him.

“What are you getting at, Maximoff?”

“Your mom is going to die.” You and Mama always said she was impulsive. She acted before she thought. She often solved problems with her fist and not her words. This was one of those times she punched Tommy. The force sent him flying out of his chair.

“Hailey!” Rose yelled, but Hailey ignored her sister and jumped on Tommy’s chest. She got a few good hits before Billy pulled her off him.

“What is going on?” Wanda asked, rushing over to them. It looked bad. Blood was pouring out of Tommy’s nose, and Hailey’s fist was bruising. No one would talk badly about her mom, even if someone she called were a friend.

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Hailey was rubbing her knuckles; they hurt, but she kept her thumb on the outside like you taught her. She kept her head down even when Wanda came in and sat beside her on the bed. “I had to call Natasha,” Wanda told her. “The other three aren’t talking, so I’m hoping you can tell me what caused the fight,” Hailey shrugged. Sighing, Wanda gently grabbed her hand and unfolded her fist. She placed a bag of frozen peas in her hand. Hailey let out a slight hiss from the pain. “Tell me what happened. You know your mom is going to want to know what happened.”

“Mama,” Hailey corrected. “Mom isn’t home. She’s never home.”

“It’s her job, honey,” Wanda cooed and pushed Hailey’s hair behind her ear. “But this is her last tour. Then she’ll always be home, and you’ll be sick of her.” Wanda tried to make light of the situation. Hailey smiled, but Tommy’s words echoed in her head.

“What if she doesn’t come home and something bad happens?” She asked and looked at Wanda. “Tommy said she went somewhere really dangerous, and she’s going to die!” Hailey cried. Tears started to run down her cheeks. “I don’t want my mom to die.”

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In the beginning, Natasha thought the couch was a dumb purchase. It was too big for a family of four, but you were persistent that it would be perfect for movie nights. So you compromised: You could get the couch if you built Natasha a small ballet studio in the basement. It was the first project you finished before you left when duty called. Now Natasha loved the couch, and you were right. It was perfect for movies.

Her girls were cuddled up by her side. Kate and Yelena were on one side, and there was still enough space for Melina and Alexei to watch the movie. Her family was together besides you. Wanda told her about the fight and what Tommy said. Her neighbor promised that the boy would be grounded, but Natasha was more worried about her abnormally quiet daughter. When she picked them up, Hailey refused to talk about what happened. Even her sister took up Hailey’s value of silence.

Natasha kissed the top of Hailey’s head and snuggled closer to her. “Mom is going to come home, right?” Hailey whispered. She tried to keep her voice quiet to avoid disrupting the movie.

“Of course, baby,” Natasha said. “She always comes home to us.”

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“Samuel,” you groaned. “Pass the ball to me, not 10 feet in front of me,” you huffed as you moved Anna up your back. Her arms wrapped tighter around your neck, almost cutting your air supply off.

“Sorry, Viper. Playing soccer wasn’t on my entrance exam to the academy,” Sam said. You laughed. It was a great pass, and if a 60-pound girl weren’t dangling on your back, you would have had it. Anna was attached to your hip from when you woke up until she returned to her mother for bed. It was cute, even though she reminded you of your girls at home.

However, your job was to provide security and supplies to the refugees. Your team liked to have some fun with them. So you, Steve, and Sam found a soccer ball and started a pickup game. At first, Anna joined the other kids and chased after the ball. However, it took one accidental shove from a boy to send the girl to the ground, and she asked to be on your back. Besides, you liked listening to Anna’s laugh. It made the situation she found herself in better.

The work was slow. Only small batches of people could leave each day. It broke your head when you told a family they had to go. But you knew they would be safe. However, you were unsure when they could come home when they asked. With the ongoing war, there may not be a home to return to.

“Here,” Sam ran up to you with a water bottle. Carefully, he put the open bottle to your lips. You got a good portion of the liquid on your shirt.

“Thanks,” you deadpanned, and Anna giggled at your antics. You and the team had been here for a week and a half. While you worked, you overheard conversations between the refugees that you quickly translated into your head. They couldn’t keep track of who was winning this ‘war.’ You never asked Fury who these people were fleeing from. It made no difference to you. The people here were trying to survive.

Then, the peace was shattered.

Gunfire - a rapid, staccato from the gate. Your team wasn’t the only military unit assigned to this camp. Today, you weren’t assigned to the gate. Anna’s arms tightened around your neck, almost crushing around your windpipe. Unfortunately, you had to set her down. “No! No!” She struggled.

“Anna!” You placed her on the ground and knelt to her level. “Go to your Mama. Stay hidden,” you heard Steve call out your name. Not your nickname but your real name. You knew it was bad. “I will find you.” Tears were swelling in her eyes and running down her cheeks.

“Safe,” she said, throwing her body back into your arms. “Stay safe.” Anna hugged you as tight as she could.

“Run, little one,” you stood up and watched her run off.

“Viper!” You caught the assault rifle without looking towards Maria.

“Where do you need me?” You asked, taking the safety off.

“West side with Wilson. Barton and I will take the East while Barnes and Rogers are at the front.” She instructed.

“Got it,” you smiled at your Commander. Are there drinks on you tonight?” Maria chuckled, shaking her head.

“You are impossible.” You shrugged and ran to the West side. Sam was already in position. The man smiled at you.

“Got you a few more of these,” he handed you two magazines.”

“Always thinking, Falcon,” you placed them on your vest. “Stay close. Stay vigilante,” you squeezed his shoulder. “We will make it out of this. Besides,” you smirked. “Hill is buying the first round.” Sam huffed out a laugh.

“People on the second team think you are insane,” you laughed. You’ve heard the stories, most of which are just legends and myths. But the good thing about a legend is that there is a tiny element of truth.

Suddenly, a deafening explosion rocked the eastern side. Screams followed. The refugees scattered, running for cover as people dressed in black tactical gear. Your heat dropped to your stomach - fear paralyzed you as you thought of Maria and Clint. But they were capable soldiers.

Besides, an explosion on the south wall caught your attention. Similar to the east side, a group of armed soldiers came through. Shit. They were moving towards the tent that Anna and her family were in. “Viper, go,” Sam said. “I got this side.” You wanted to run and protect that little girl and her family. However, the insurgents gave you your answer. The west side exploded. You acted on instinct to push Sam to the ground and covered your body with his as debris fell to the ground.

Your ears started to ring, but you got to your knees. A soldier from a different team took a round to his chest, crumbling to the ground next to you. You couldn’t remember his name. Raising your gun, you squeezed the trigger. One of the assailants dropped. Another flinched as a bullet grazed their shoulder, but the rest kept coming. They moved like ghosts, slipping between shadows.

It meant one thing: this attack was planned.

Sluggishly, you started to stand as a blade of pain ripped through your side—the blunt impact air from your lungs. You stumbled back and stared at the person who attacked you. Their gender was hidden behind their tactical gear, but they were shorter than you. Soon, you were surrounded. The yells and screams of the camp around you turned to white noise. All that mattered was getting out of this situation.

To your shock, they rushed you at once. Hands seized you, rough and unyielding, and dragged you to the ground. You fought, elbows slamming into bodies. A knee was pressed to your chest and pinned you.

Above you, a face was hidden behind a mask, with only their eyes visible—cold and calculating. “She is the one,” the figure muttered.

The figure was female. That wasn’t a surprise, but they sounded so young. One of the assailants hit you with the back of their gun. Darkness was creeping in. You struggled to fight it. The last thing you heard was the yell of the surviving refugees and the fading crackle of gunfire.

Then-nothing.

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“Viper, Viper,” your name was repeated repeatedly. It was an annoying mantra that pounded against your skull, and you groaned.

“5 more minutes, Ria,” you mumbled. The sound of Maria’s pained laughter jolted you awake. “Fuck my head,” you groaned and pushed your palms to your temples. It felt like the morning after drinking with Steve and Bucky. They treated shots like sips of water. You rolled on your back and blinked your eyes a few times so the room could come into view. “Are you okay, Hill?” You asked. She let out a shaky breath.

“Ribs are bruised, and my ears are still ringing from the explosions, but I’m good,” you nodded. Your ears were ringing, too. You remembered pushing Sam to the ground as bullets flew above you. Touching the side of your head, you felt dried blood. Slowly, you sat up. You were in a cell with bars on all four sides, and Maria was across in her cell that mirrored yours. Cells were up and down this hallway, but no one else was there. Maria was sitting on the back wall with her arm around her ribs.

“Natasha is going to kill me,” you chuckled. Maria laughed but grimaced in pain.

“How are we getting out of this, Viper?” You clicked your tongue on the top of your mouth.

“I’m working on it. " You had promised to return home and were going to keep that promise.

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Everything was muffled. It was like Clint was in an episode of The Peanuts, and the adults were talking. Slowly, he opened his eyes, and he was in a hospital bed. Not in Ukraine. Not in a refugee camp where gunshots ran and explosions rattled his bones. He was safe, but who wasn’t? “Clint? Clint? Are you up?” He saw Sam sitting next to him. “Can you hear me?” He could, but the ringing in his ears grew, and it sounded like Sam was in a fish bowl. His voice was distorted and echoed. “I’ll go get a nurse.” He spoke slowly and left. Sam was alive and safe. Good. No, he had to figure out about the rest of his team.

The doctors diagnosed him with NIHL (noise-induced hearing loss) and gave him hearing aids. The damage was caused by years of explosions during his years of service. The diagnosis signed his ticket home. He knew he could no longer be an active team member and was waiting for Fury to deliver the news. “Bucky is in surgery,” Sam spoke slowly and softly so Clint could get used to the hearing aids. “An explosion took off his arm. There was so much blood.”

“Jesus,” Clint mumbled as he sipped the water the nurse had brought him. Where are we?”

“Fury got us to Poland while a medical team and the secondary team got to send to help the refugees,” Clint was glad there were some survivors. “From our body cams, it was a well-organized attack. They struck us and captured some of the young girls. Stark and his team are reviewing the footage now,” Okay, that is where Clint wanted to be. He was going to save those girls that were taken. First, he needed to check on you, Maria, and Steve. Carefully, he stood up and cringed at the ache in his bones. Damn, maybe he was getting too old for this.

“Thanks for the update,” he grasped the man’s arm. “How are you, Falcon?”

“Just a grade 1 concussion. It would have been worse if Viper didn’t push me out of the way,” just the mention of your nickname tugged at Clint’s heart. He needed to see you and confirm you were safe. He figured you were with Fury going over the next phase of the plan since Sam did not include you in his update. Sam grabbed his wrist as soon as his hand left Sam’s arm. “Clint,” the man said slowly. His eyes told him everything.

“Where is Viper?” Clint asked.

“MIA,” Clint turned to look at Fury, who entered his room. “Her and Maria both.” It was hard to read the man. Clint could never figure out what he was feeling.

“Send me back,” Clint insisted. His boss glared at him with his good eye.

“And do what, Barton? Wander the border between Ukraine and Russia until you find them.” It was a stupid idea, but you and Maria were his friends long before he was on the team. Hell, you guys were family. “You are to go home. You are medically discharged,” Fury relaxed his posture. “Go be with Laura and the kids, Clint.” He was being sent home while you and Maria were being subjected to horrific things. But it was an order.

“I want to be the one to tell Natasha,” he said, feeling his throat dry. “She’ll take it better if it’s coming from me.”

“Request approved.” Fury took a few steps forward and touched Clint’s shoulder. “We’ll bring them home.” Clint knew they would, but in what condition?

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The silence was killing you. You and Maria tried to fill, but your injuries were aching. You were trained for moments like this. Everyone called it hell week, and the instructors taught you how to survive the most difficult situations. Torture was a mind game, a cat-and-mouse chase on who would lose first. “I would kill for a cheeseburger right now,” Maria said. You shook your head with a smile. “I’m not lying. A big burger with a side of onion rings and a tall milkshake.” You closed your eyes and leaned your head against the wall. “Come on, Viper. What food do you want now?” Your stomach growled.

“My mother-in-law’s piroshki,” Melina would make it every time she visited. “It’s a little puff pastry with cheese, potatoes, and meat.” One night, Melina found you after a bad nightmare eating the leftovers. You knew she did not like you - the reason was why it was still a mystery. That night, you had a heart-to-heart with her over a plate of piroshki and a bottle of wine.

“Mhm,” Maria moaned. “I love cheese.” You chuckled, but the sound of a door opening cut it off. You stayed still, and a group of girls stopped before your cell. They weren’t much older than your girls, 15, maybe 16. Two were armed with AK-47s. The closer to you pulled out a set of keys and unlocked a small part of the cell.

“Put your hands through,” she ordered. Her voice was laced with a Russian accent. It was a weird deja vu moment. The girl was a splitting image of a young blonde you saw pictures of in a photo album and a photo strip on the side of Natasha’s bed. You refused to follow orders, and the girls with the guns pointed them at you and Maria. “I will not ask again, Viper. We have orders to bring you unharmed, but we can use force if you and Commander fail to comply.”

She sounded like she was trained in a military setting. What was going on here? You were told that many war-torn countries looked to fill their armies with children. But seeing it in person was unsettling. Slowly, you stood up and put your hands through the opening. Handcuffs were placed on wrists. Your eyes locked on Maria’s. You tried to communicate your thoughts and comply with more straightforward commands, and it was not worth getting hurt this early on.

Once Maria’s cuffs were on, they unlocked the main door, allowing you to leave your cell. It was a smart formation. You and Maria were between the four girls, and the barrel of their AK-47 was pressed against your back.

The girl in front led you up a staircase and pushed open the door. So you were in the basement of a school. You walked past lockers and classrooms that were transformed. Some looked like regular classrooms with desks and a chalkboard. In comparison, others were empty, except a ballet bar. Every room had a window to look into it.

You were brought to the main entrance and saw two armed guards. They weren’t young girls but closer to your age. You walked to where the principal office would be. The door was opened, and you and Maria were pushed inside. There was a fire that was lighting up the room. You hadn’t realized how cold you were until you felt the heat from the fire. A hand on your back pushed you further into the room, where a man sat behind a desk. His eyes trailed up and down your body. Behind him was a woman. Her blonde hair was cut short, and she wore a navy blue skirt and shirt. “Please have a seat,” the man said. There was no choice as you were forced to sit down in front of the desk. The four girls took their spots at each corner, standing at attention and waiting for their orders. You could tell it was something they’d done before.

“Would you like some tea?” the woman asked. A kettle was already boiling. Still, you and Maria remained silent. The woman scuffed. “It is rude not to treat your host without respect.” She walked over to a table where the kettle was. You saw photos hanging above it, but you were too far away to make out what they were.

“It’s also rude to not make introductions,” Maria said.

“And kidnapping,” you mumbled. The man smiled, and you felt a shiver run down your spine. It was unsettling.

“Welcome to shkolv v kransoy komnate,” the red room school, you translated in your head. “Here, we pride ourselves in developing elite soldiers,” She returned with two cups of tea, and he took one. “Thank you, darling,” she placed her hand on his shoulder.

“You make soldiers out of young girls,” you clarified.

“Look at them,” the woman pointed to the girls in the corner. These girls were trash, thrown out into the street. We recycle the trash, and we give them purpose. We give them a life. “That was up for some debate.

“What do you want from us?” Maria questioned. The man sipped on his tea.

“You two are world famous. The Viper and the Commander. We have a new shipment of recruits and want you to train them.” Shipments? These girls weren’t shipments. They were human beings, but they spoke about them like they were cargo. It was making your blood boil, and you struggled to keep cool.

“What if we refuse?” you questioned. Are you going to have one of those girls put a bullet in our head and call it a day?” The man chuckled and held up a photo. The young girl closest to him walked over and took it without a word. She handed it to you, face down. You hesitated but turned the photo over.

The instructors taught you how to contain your emotions in the same hell week. They said your captures would say and do things to get underneath your skin. Your captures wanted to cloud your judgment. Angry and fear were powerful and dangerous to feel.

When you flipped the picture over and saw a picture of your girls, keeping your face neutral was near impossible, and your hand crumbled on the edge of the photo. The photo was taken at their home school program when you were at last deployment. How long were your family being watched, and you weren’t there to protect them? “Beautiful children,” he said. Finally, you tore your eyes off the picture. He knew he won and trapped you into a deal by dangling your family above your head. “Show your friend,” you showed Maria the picture. Her face stayed composed, but you heard the sharp inhalation.

The man stood from his chair and circled to the front of his desk. “From here on out, you will work for me. Every order will be followed. Do you understand?”

“Who the hell are you people?” Maria questioned. You were wondering the same thing.

“It is our network of Widows that help us control the scales of power,” the woman walked over to the girl who reminded you of Yelena. She pushed some of her blonde hair out of her that didn’t make it into the braid. “One command, the oil and stock markets crumble. One command and a quarter of the planet will starve. Our Widows can start and end wars.” They were insane. You had no other way to describe them.

“And now,” the man said, putting his hand under your chin and holding you in place. You will be part of it. " He dropped his hold on you, but you could still feel it there. Take them back to their cell.”

As the four girls lead you out of their office, your eyes found a picture on the bookshelf. Your stomach dropped. It felt like you were on a roller coaster which you hated going on. The twins and Natasha always made fun of you when you would hold the bags while she took the girls on the ride. They could never understand how you could jump out of a helicopter, but roller coasters were a no-go for you. But now your stomach was flipping, and you tried to calm your face as you saw a younger version of your wife in the picture. Young Natasha was at a ballet bar with the woman you just meant behind her. Now, it was impossible to get your emotions buried down. Your Natasha was here. These monsters hurt your beautiful, strong, and kind wife. At that moment, you knew. You were going to burn this place to the fucking ground.

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“Girls, do you have your backpacks? Natasha asked.

“Yes, Mom!” They called from their spot on the couch. She saw their backpacks on the kitchen table. At least they were packed. Natasha suggested going to the National Mall with Alexei and Melina. She thought it would be a nice way to spend time together as a family. The busier Hailey and Rose were, the easier it was for their mind not to wander to you, especially with what happened between Hailey and Tommy. The hurtful words the boy said were still fresh in Hailey’s mind. Natasha could tell. She caught Hailey looking at pictures of you around the house or at the garage door opening to see you walk through it.

The doorbell rang, and before Natasha could get to it, she heard the door open, and her girls exclaim, “Uncle Clint!” Usually, the unexpected visit would be welcomed, but it froze Natasha in her spot in the kitchen.

“Hi, kiddos,” her friend said. “Where’s your mom?”

“She’s in the kitchen,” Rose answered. Natasha heard their approaching footsteps. “We are going to the Lincoln Memorial.” Thankfully, Melina walked from their guest room.

“Sounds fun,” Clint forced a smile. He stood in front of Natasha, dressed in his off-duty uniform. She could pick out new bruises and cuts from their latest mission. Was he wearing hearing aids now? “Hi Nat,” Melina glanced between the two.

“Come on, girls. Let’s go help your grandfather,” Melina said. “His outfit is a little extreme.” The twins giggled and ran off to their grandfather. As Melina passed Natasha, she kissed her daughter on the temple.

“Were you able to bring her home?” Natasha asked once she was alone with him. If anything, she could do was give you a proper burial. It was what you deserved. Clint twisted his hat in his hands.

“She’s MIA,” Clint told her. “Her and Maria were taken after a refuge camp we were ordered to protect was attacked,” he exhaled slowly. “Bucky was in surgery, Steve was shot, and Sam and I were the least injured,” Natasha blinked at the man. Missing. You and Maria were missing. Kidnapped and taken to go who knows where and the rest of the team were in shambles. She was getting flashbacks of her childhood - the smell of death and the rocking of shipping containers that sometimes kept her up at night.

“Clint,” she said slowly and felt her knees buckle. He was quick to catch her before she hit the ground.

“I know, I know,” he kept repeating. “I’ll find her. I’ll bring her home. I promise.”

Everything happened in a blur around her. Clint helped her tell Melina, which her mother told Alexei. Somehow, her house was filled with people—Laura and her kids, Wanda and the twins, and Yelena. Even with all these people, she felt alone. But she had her girls to worry about. When her chest was aching, and she wanted to overcome the agony she was feeling, she tapped into her training, pulled up her mask, and pretended to be strong.

Natasha sat down with Hailey and Rose in their room with Melina, and the door closed. She told them the truth; she never liked lying to them. Watching their faces fall and the light leave their eyes was heartbreaking. “Mom is missing,” Rose said slowly as if she was trying to understand. Natasha nodded.

“Yes, but all your aunts and uncles are looking for her.”

“And Aunt Maria is with her,” Natasha nodded again at Rose’s statement. She turned to look at Hailey, who was holding onto the necklace you gifted them. The girls never took them off.

“The bad guys took Mom,” Hailey whispered. “Why did she leave us if it was dangerous?” Natasha watched tears leave Hailey’s eyes. Carefully, the girl climbed onto Natasha’s lap and burrowed her face into the crock of her neck. Natasha felt the tears against her skin. Melina walked into the room, and Rose hugged her right.

“Your mother,” Melina said. “Is strong just like her girls and wife.” She ran her hand over Hailey’s back and then to Natasha’s cheek. It was subconsciously for Natasha to lean into her mother’s touch. “It is okay to be safe and scared now, but believe in it and have hope you will all be together again.” Natasha closed her eyes and felt a few of her tears out that Melina’s hand caught.

This was supposed to be their last one. The last one to endure as a family. Why was this happening now?

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Your time in the service taught you a number of things: teamwork, the importance of companionship, and critical thinking. Above all else, it taught you patience. Some would argue you lacked patience, but you were patient when it mattered.

Patience won Natasha’s heart, gained the trust and acceptance of your mother-in-law, and allowed you to mediate fights between your daughters. Now, you were lacking that very skill.

Your fingers were interlocked behind your neck, squeezing the tension you carried. The silence was maddening and taunting. So you filled it with pacing - the sound of your boots hitting the concrete floor. “Maybe if you pace some more, you’ll pace a hole into the floor, and we can escape through it,” you glared at Maria, who was lying on the ground. An arm was thrown over her eyes. While you paced, Maria tapped her foot. You weren’t the only one who couldn’t stand still.

“I have to get out of this fucking cell,” you said. Maria scuffed.

“Yeah, no fucking shit,” you stopped pacing and grabbed onto the bars. Your head hung low. “I’m guessing you didn’t know,” you glanced up as Maria stared back at you. “About Nat. I saw her picture, too.” You let out a shaky breath and shook your head.

No. You had no idea the true horrors of your wife’s past. It wasn’t easy for either of you to open up about your life before you met each other. As your relationship grew, so did the trust. But why would she keep this from you? “I need to get out of here,” you repeated.

“And do what? Burn this place to the ground, kill those bastards, and save the girls?” Yes! Yes! That was precisely the plan.

“Yes,” you told her.

“God, you are reckless,” you stood up straighter but kept your hands on the bar. “You know Fury was worried about putting you on this team. He said that big heart of yours was going to get you killed.”

“Do you expect me to sit here and watch while innocent children are getting tortured into soldiers?”

“No!” Maria slammed her hand against the floor. “I expect you to think, Viper. We have no way to reach the team. We have no idea where we are or how large their operation is,” she pushed herself up, and you saw the slight wince. Her ribs were still bothering her. So think, plan, then engage, or you’ll never see your family again.”

Patience. You needed patience and a clear head to make it through this. Going rouge wasn’t going to help. It was only going to endanger your and Maria’s life. You squeezed the bars and sighed. “You’re right,” you slowly sat down and crossed your legs. “You’re right, and I’m sorry.”

“It’s why I’m in charge, and you aren’t,” she managed to make you chuckle. Maria moved closer to the set of bars, and you were face-to-face with each other. “I’m jealous of you,” your eyes widened in shock. “You have something to pull you away from all of this,” she waved her hand in a circle, but you knew what she meant. The service. The team. All the fighting and bloodshed for national security would be over for you. Your family gave you an option to walk away.

“What about Danvers?”

“Please,” Maria rolled her eyes. “I think she’s married to her job, and I’m the other woman.” You chuckled softly.

“You could walk away for yourself,” you whispered. “Might be better than why I’m leaving.” You would die for this job if it weren’t for Natasha or your daughters. For the longest time, it seemed like the only option. The core saved you; the only way to repay it would be to die for it. That idea seemed lonely.

Before Maria could respond, you heard the main door open and scrambled to your feet. Maria was slower to get up. This group was smaller than before: two instead of four. Still, it was the same blonde from before. “Hands through,” she ordered, and you listened.

“What’s your name?” you asked the blonde. She seemed surprised you asked a personal question, but she recovered quickly.

“Mila,” she answered. You smiled.

“Beautiful name,” Once Maria was handcuffed, she opened the cell doors. You stood between Mila and the girl with the assault rifle.

Think, plan, and then engage. That was the motto of the team. Think - you knew you needed to get out of here, save the girls, and return to your family. It is an enormous task, but not impossible. The problem was there were questions you needed answers to. How were they running their operation? How many guards were on their payroll? How many girls were there? Plan and engage would have to wait until you could answer some questions.

Mila opened two metal doors and led you into a large room that used to be the school’s gym. “Welcome to the first training,” the man said, his hands together. This is your new group.” The tip of the assault rifle pushed you forward.

In front of you was a group of girls between ages 6 and 13. A quick count in your head: there are 12 in total. They were dirty, bruised, and terrified. You forced your hands into a tight fist to stop yourself from punching him. All around the border of the room were guards armed with assault rifles.

You drew your focus back to the girls, eyes squinting at them. They looked familiar. The explosion may have rattled your brain more than you thought. It clicked when a young girl looked up from previously looking at the floor. Her eyes locked on yours. “Anna,” you mumbled. All these girls were from the refugee camp. Her eyes went wide at the realization of who you were. You tried to convey with your face to stay, but she refused.

It happened quickly. Anna stood up and pushed her way through the crowd. Immediately, the guns were pointed at her.

“Vniz (down),” you ordered to her. Anna went down, and you rushed forward, sliding onto your knees so your body covered hers. “Vse normal’no (it’s okay),” you whispered into her hair. You saw her grab onto her shirt. Her entire body was shaking. “Sh,” you cooed. “Be strong, little one.”

“Interesting,” you heard his footsteps walk over. His hand grabbed the back of your shirt and pulled you up. Once you were up, the man grabbed Anna and dragged you to her feet. “You have a little pet,” he said.

“Don’t hurt you,” you moved forward. You felt a kick to the back of your knee and fell forward. The muzzle of the gun was on the back of your head.

“What is your name?” he asked her. You were shocked by the way Anna struggled against him. “What is her name?” he asked you, but you remained quiet. You heard the safety of the gun click.

“Anna,” Maria answered. “Her name is Anna.” You glared at your friend and shook your head.

“Anna,” he pulled the girl closer to him. Her eyes danced over her. You have a fire in you. It reminds me of someone else,” he whispered the last part. That is enough for today.” Once again, you were brought to your feet and brought back to your cell.

But the entire time you walked, your mind was somewhere else. In that slight reaction, you learned something. He graved control, order, and submissiveness. Someone fought back and won. And you knew exactly who it was.

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Clint’s first stop was the medical unit of SHIELD. He had a quick meeting with Dr. Cho about his condition and the steps he could take to regain his hearing. He was barely paying attention. His eyes were glued to Steve. The blonde looked like he hadn’t slept since the attack. Dr. Cho handed him a pamphlet and sent him on his way. Immediately, he walked over to Steve and sat down. “He hasn’t woken up,” the blonde said. “The doctors said that it’s normal, but it’s killing me,” Clint nodded and saw Bucky lying in bed. His arm was missing, and his gaze covered the missing limb. “How’s Natasha?” Steve asked. Clint wasn’t sure.

“She’s holding it together for the girls.” Once he was done here, he checked on her again. Right now, Laura and Wanda are looking after her. “How’s the shoulder?” Steve’s left arm was in a sling.

“Bullet went right through,” Steve sighed. “Destroyed some of the muscles, so I’ll be out for a while,” the blonde ran his good hand through his hair. “We fucked up on this one, didn’t we?” That was an understatement, but Clint knew you would never blame them. It was part of the job. Sometimes, the mission went wrong.

“One hell of a last one for her,” Clint tried to joke, but Steve frowned.

“Hell of a last one for all of us, I think.”

He stepped away and found an empty room to take his hearing aids out. It was a feeling he was trying to get used to. Every sound was different, more intense, sharper. At the moment, the team had no leads. No group was taking responsibility for the attack. Facial recognition was a dead end. The only thing they knew was their attackers were girls between the ages of 10 and 16.

It was maddening. The longer they went without information, the less likely they would find you alive. That thought turned Clint’s stomach. Sighing, he placed them back in his ears and pulled out his phone. Laura answered on the first ring. “Are you okay?” He hated how worried she sounded.

“Yeah,” he licked his lips. “I just needed a break, and I wanted to check in. How are they?” Laura sighed.

“Hailey and Rose have been quiet. The kids are trying to get them to play, and Natasha,” she paused. “I don’t know Clint. I’m worried.” He pinched the bridge of his nose. “Are you coming back here or back home?”

“Probably there,” he answered.

“Okay. She needs you,” Clint closed his eyes. “I know you want to be there and help, but-”

“I’ll leave here soon,” he cut her off. “I love you.”

“I love you too,” he hung up before she could say anything else. It was a little selfish of him. If he were here, he wouldn’t see the hole left by your absence, and the guilt wouldn’t be as strong. If he were here in his mind, you wouldn’t be gone.

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Nights were Natasha’s least favorite when you were deployed. It made your absence more challenging than it already was. Now, with the knowledge of you being gone, the night was the worst. She changed into one of your long sleeves and walked to her daughter’s room. The door was cracked open, and Natasha peered inside. They pushed their beds together and had one giant sleepover with the Maximoff twins, Lila and Nate. It looked cramped, but Natasha was thankful her girls were sleeping. The only kid that was missing from the cuddle puddle was Cooper.

But Natasha found the eldest Barton quickly. He was sitting awake in Hailey’s bean bag chair, but she could tell he was fighting sleep. Cooper sent her a small wave, and Natasha titled her head in question. “Keeping watch,” he whispered. “It was the only way they’d fall asleep.”

She was grateful for the eldest Barton. “Get some sleep,” she whispered. “If you need me, come get me.” Cooper gave her a thumbs up and got comfortable in the chair. Natasha quietly closed the door and continued to the kitchen, which wasn’t empty. She knew he would be there with a bottle of whiskey. He was expecting her, too, indicating by the second glass. Wordlessly, he poured the glass, and she sat next to him. They drank in silence until Natasha’s glass was almost halfway gone. “It wasn’t your fault, Clint. I don’t blame any of you for what happened.” Her friend sighed and rubbed his forehead.

“They both saved lives. She pushed Sam to the ground, and Maria got to me.” That sounded like you and Maria. You were always ready to save others before yourself. Natasha smiled.

“Then I’m glad I’m not mourning your life while worried about my wife’s life,” Clint looked at her.

“We’ll bring her home,” he promised. Natasha finished her drink and poured herself another. She wasn’t dumb. She knew he phrased the sentence to avoid saying “alive” or “dead.” They would find you and Maria, she had no doubt. But would you be alive? Natasha wasn’t sure.

Yelena was worried when Natasha told her you and she would try to have kids. She knew her sister would be a great mother but worried about how she would handle the responsibility of being an aunt. Over time, she learned to love her nieces and fell into her role quickly. She prided herself on understanding their cues. She could stop a fight before it broke out. If Rose was feeling overwhelmed, Yelena knew how she liked to decompress. At her office at work, each bad she had, and various places around her home, she kept fidget toys for Hailey.

Now, they were quiet. They barely greeted her and only took a pop tart to eat, even when Yelena was cooking other food. At least they were eating. They sat on the couch and turned on the TV. Yelena kept her eye on them while finishing breakfast. The house was filled with many people, so many bellies needed to be filled.

She felt a hand on her lower back and a kiss to her temple. “Morning, sweetheart.” Yelena smiled as Kate sat down at the counter with her laptop.

“Are you working?” Yelena asked.

“I want to re-watch the body cam footage with fresh eyes. We must be missing something,” Yelena turned her back to Kate and poured coffee for both of them.

“Isn’t that a breach of security?” the blonde asked. She wasn’t sure how Natasha dealt with the stress of watching you leave. She was thankful Kate never saw combat. Her girlfriend was in the cyber division alongside Vision. Yelena would leave her veterinarian job and have dinner with Kate almost every night. There was no need to worry about her girlfriend’s safety. Kate shrugged.

“As long as I don’t get caught,” the blonde rolled her eyes and placed Kate’s coffee beside her. With a quick kiss on Kate’s cheek, she was about to resume cooking when she saw the footage Kate was watching.

It was like someone injected ice into her veins. She felt frozen in her spot. A lot of Yelena’s childhood was fuzzy. She had no memory of her biological parents, and she bounced between foster homes. Until a woman brought her to a place of nightmares, hours were spent training with a gun in her hand she could barely hold. She tried to forget all of it. Sometimes nightmares woke her up, and Kate had to calm her down, but she never told her what they were about. But then she met Natasha, Melina, and Alexei. The place of nightmares offered a light at the end of the tunnel because she got a family, and her family got her out. Melina promised them they were safe - that the claws of that place could no longer get to them.

“Hey, Kate, can you watch the food? I want to check on Nat,” Kate nodded. Immediately, she closed her laptop and took Yelena’s spot in the kitchen. Yelena quickly walked to her sister’s room. Her mind was spiraling. It couldn’t be them. Melina told them he was dead and that they were safe. The sight in front of her pulled her out of her thoughts.

Natasha was asleep. Her breathing was muffled, no doubt from her tears, and Yelena wasn’t blinded to the half-empty liquor bottle on her nightstand. Carefully, Yelena closed the door. It was unfair to Natasha to deal with this problem. It could be nothing, and Natasha needed sleep. Sighing, Yelena went to find Melina. Her mother was in the backyard, working on a garden bed. Melina looked up and frowned. “What’s wrong? Is it the girls? Natasha?” Yelena shook her head.

“I think I know who attacked the camp,” Yelena said, playing with the rings on her fingers. Melina stood up and whipped the dirt off her hands onto her pants. “He’s alive, mama,” she whispered. “The Red Room is back.”

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At this point, you were used to the routine. Mila would come with another girl, and they would bring you to the gym. They were also responsible for bringing you food, to the bathroom, and for providing medical treatment. It seemed Dreykov and Madame B wanted you and Maria in tip-top shape.

Dreykov. At night, you would whisper his name as a mantra. You heard it from some guards as you passed. Like their boss, they had an ego. So many times, you saw them mess with the girls. They would drag some of the older girls away, and when they returned, the guards would have a smirk on their faces while the girls had new bruises.

Their rotation seemed random. Maybe that was the point of keeping you and the girls confined. But there were always two at the front entrance and one by the armory, which was locked with a fingerprint scanner.

From your analysis, this ‘school’ was the only one, but they had girls stationed worldwide. The girls who graduated were called Widows. This leads you to another question on your list: How was Dreykov able to manage all of them? The man was a monster, but he ran an organized operation.

“Again,” you translated Maria’s order into Russian. The group reran the move you and Maria taught them. It was a simple one-leg take down. It required a solid stance that attacked one of your opponent’s legs. You would use your strength to off-balance your opponent. They ran it a few times, and right away, you could see who was stronger than the others. God, you hated this. You felt like a monster.

A loud commotion drew your attention. The metal doors swung open, and Madame B came in with her hand tangled in the girl’s hair. You believed her name was Emilia. She was one of the girls that would sometimes be with Mila. She was set to graduate soon.

“Attention,” the woman ordered. The group you were teaching quickly stood up, arms behind their back and posture straight. They created a circle, and Madame B and Emilia stood in the center. “A little lesson for all of you,” Maria looked at you, confused by what she said. It was Dreykov’s slow step that forced you to look forward. He stood between you and Maria. “That your loyalty is to us. Your life is in our hands,” she released Emilia’s hair. The poor girl fell to her knees. Her tears were silent, but you could see them. “If we smell disloyalty, it is over.”

The feeling of dread filled your stomach. Surprisingly, Emilia pulled herself up, kneeling tall and proud. You and Maria took a step forward. “I would not do that,” Dreykov mumbled. “Or do you forget who you serve?” Your feet became glued to the spot as Madame B raised her gun.

“Fuck you,” Emilia hissed. Then the gun went off, and Emilia fell back. Her blood pooled on the gym floor. The girls in the circle flinched from the sound. You could see Anna’s body shaking with fear.

Death was something you were used to. You’ve seen it, caused some of it, and tried to stop it. Emilia was not the first child you’ve seen die. But something inside you snapped. A blinding rage filled your body. “A shame,” you looked at Dreykov. “She had potential.” He kissed the jewel he wore around his neck. “Dispose of her.” Dreykov turned to leave the gym.

“You are a coward,” you said and turned around to look at him

“Excuse?” He asked.

“Did I stutter? You are a fucking coward. Is that why you chose little girls? You knew grown men wouldn’t listen to you,” you took a step forward and ignored the way Maria said your name. Not Viper. Not your code name. Dreykov chuckled. “You are weak. You and that bitch,” you gestured to the woman behind you. Emilia was no more than 15. Her whole life was ahead of her, and she was robbed of it. Dreykov’s smile dipped slightly.

“Do not start something you can not finish,” he warned. You laughed.

“Oh, I’ll finish it, and when I’m down with you, no one is going to recognize you,” you said, taking a few more steps forward. “You think you are unbeatable, yet I know someone who beat you,” you smiled and leaned next to his ear. “Natasha.”

You broke something inside of him because he punched you. It wasn’t strong, but it surprised you, and you stumbled back. You went to fight back but, “Viper!” You looked at Maria. She was on her knees with a gun to the back of her head. You looked behind you, and the girls were in a similar position.

“Don’t you see,” Dreykov began to circle you. “Real power comes from undetectable influence. I believe someone needs to be reminded of it.” A quick kick to the back of your knees sent you tumbling forward. He was quick to grab you by your chin. “Guards tie her up.”

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Natasha woke up to silence, which was odd because of how packed her house was. She splashed cold water on her face and took pain medication. She kept her long sleeve on and walked into the living room, where she found Yelena, Melina, and Alexei. They were whispering in Russian and stopped when they saw Natasha. “Where are my daughters?” she asked.

“At Wanda’s,” Melina forced a smile. “Can you sit with us?” Natasha hesitated.

“Did they find them?” Yelena shook her head.

“No,” she simply said, patting the spot beside her. “Kate is going to show you the body cam footage from the team,” she looked at her family, confused.

“I don’t want to see this,” Natasha stated. “I don’t.” Alexei placed his hand on her shoulder.

“It is important, malen’kaya roza (little rose),” he said. “And we will be right here, okay?” No, she wanted to scream. Instead of that, she nodded, and Kate came from the kitchen. She placed her laptop on the coffee table.

“Fury gave us clearance, so we aren’t breaking any laws,” Kate teased. Natasha was grateful for the girl’s attempt to make light of the situation. Her palms felt sweaty, and she rubbed them together. Kate opened the laptop and hit the space bar to play the video.

At first, Natasha was unaware of why they were making her watch this. Kate edited the footage so she was watching four views at a time—yours, Sam’s, Maria’s, and Steve’s. She was watching Sam’s while he passed you a soccer ball, and you laughed when you missed it. It tugged at Natasha’s heartstrings, watching you play with the little girl on your back.

Suddenly, it changed. Everyone was taking fire while gunshots rang and explosions rocketed the cameras. She saw the people responsible for the attack on Steve’s camera first. They moved with precision - with agility that was taught. The same way Natasha and Yelena were taught. Those lessons came to her in the form of nightmares now - hours spent at a ballet bar or with a gun in her hand. But it was impossible. The Red Room was gone.

“Dreykov,” she mumbled and slammed the laptop closed. Her hands shook as she stared at Melina. “You told us he was dead. You promised that we were safe.” Melina’s face paled.

“I thought we were,” she said. “He was in there when the building exploded,” Natasha vividly remembered that day. She sat in the passenger seat while Melina drove the car. Sometimes, the heat of the explosion kept her up at night. Kate stood up from her kneeling position.

“I need all of you to come down to headquarters and tell us everything you can remember about Dreykov,” she said. “The more you tell us, the better the odds of finding her and Maria are.”

Once upon a time Melina and Alexei made Natasha promise to never speak about the Red Room. Yelena was to young to fully understand what they were trained to do. For a young age, so much blood covered Natasha’s hands. Her ledger was just as long as yours. She was lucky Melina and Alexei saved her or she would have been killed or in jail for her crimes.

As she sat with Fury and Peggy Carter, Melina made sure all of them received pardons for the crimes they committed under Dreykov’s abuse. Once the deal was created and her family signed it, Natasha began to tell her story.

She was taken from a foster home and placed in a shipping container along with other girls. It reeked of blood and death. She thought she was going to die in there. Soon enough, the doors opened, and men with guns ushered them out. At the time, she was grateful to be out of there and able to stretch her legs and smell the fresh air. But she was walking into hell where every order had to be followed. In the first week, Natasha was covered in bruises and got her first kill. At 8 years old, her hands were covered in blood.

For the next 5 years, the Red Room was the only life Natasha expected to live. Until she was paired up with Yelena to act as sisters along side Melina and Alexei. When the mission was completed, the couple refused to return. They rang and planned to stop them.

Natasha told your colleagues about sitting in the driver’s seat of a car she helped steal. She gave Melina the all-clear when she saw Dreykov in the window. The entire city block went up in smoke. The family had to hide in Budapest for two months until the heat died down.

“Where could they be?” Peggy asked. “Where would Dreykov hide them?” The family stayed quiet and glanced at each other.

“We do not know,” Alexei said. Fury scuffed and shook his head. He stood up from his chair and rounded to stand behind it.

“I find it very hard to believe,” he leaned back in his chair. “From your story, you were Dreykov’s head scientist,” he pointed to Melina and looked at Alexei. “And you were his right-hand man. Then you,” he locked eyes with Natasha. “You were his pride and joy. The best soldier to come out of the Red Room.” Natasha narrowed her eyes at him.

“We thought he was dead,” Natasha said. “We’ve been in the States for years. If I knew where my wife was, I’d tell you, Fury.” This was another reason Melina wanted to keep all of this a secret. Once people find out, they are treated as enemies.

“The only reason we knew it was the Red Room was because I saw the body cam footage,” Yelena explained. “We don’t work for him. We want them back home just as much as you do.” Natasha looked at Melina. Her mother was oddly quiet. She only spoke when spoken to.

“What is it, mama?” Natasha asked. Melina sighed and sat up straighter in her seat.

“If it is Dreykov,” she said. “Then I may know where he is hiding. It is a long shot, but clearly, you have zero leads.” Fury rolled his one good eye.

“You could have started with that,” he said. “Let’s go bring our girls home.”

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Breathe, you thought, breath. It was a mantra that you kept repeating in your head. Breathe. Slow down your heart rate. Keep calm. There was some pain in your shoulders, but you ignored it. That pain was going to be the last of your worries. “What do you think he’s going to do?” Maria asked. You opened your eyes to see your friend leaning against the bars.

“Nothing good,” you said, using your upper body strength to lift yourself up. It provided some relief to your shoulder. “It’s not gonna be pretty. You-” You licked your lips. “You don’t have to watch.” Maria scuffed and shook her head.

“We are in this together,” she said. “I’m not letting you face him alone, even if it was your dumbass that got yourself in this mess.” You smiled, chuckling softly.

There were words you wanted to say to Maria that seemed trapped in your throat. I’m sorry. Thank you. If I don’t make it, tell my family I love them. But you kept them away. Because if you said them, you would be admitting defeat. You were going to put up a fight against him. You chuckled instead. “Do you remember that prank we pulled on Fury?” At first, you saw confusion on Maria’s face, but then it hit her. She smiled.

“When we died, his eye patch pink or put rhinestones on the back of his trench coat that spelled Sexy Pirate?” You laughed, a real laugh that caused your sides to hurt. Oh, the look on Fury’s face was priceless. You were sure he was going to arrest you and throw you in the RAFT.

However, Fury was a good sport about it and got his revenge with extra workouts. He was a good man. Sighing, you looked at the ground. “I’m sorry,” you finally admitted. “That I got us into this mess.”

“Don’t do that,” you looked at her. “Don’t make it sound like we aren’t getting out of this together. That man has got nothing on you, you hear me?” You nodded. “Say it then.”

“I won’t let him break me,” you said out loud. “I won’t let him win.”

That man was not going to kill you. You were going to see your family again. The main door opened, and you heard the sound of multiple footsteps bouncing off the wall. You watched Maria tense up. “Come, children,” Dreykov’s voice said. “We have something planned today.” Behind the man were four girls, one of them was Mila and a girl close to her age. The other two were younger, maybe 7. You believed they were the strongest out of the group at the refugee camp. “Open the door.” He instructed. Mila opened it. “How are we doing?” His question was directed at you.

“Peachy,” you smiled. “You know I’m just hanging out.” You emphasized on the word ‘hanging.’ Maria groaned and hung her head.

“See, you have been a throne in my side, but you are hilarious,” Dreykov laughed. You weren’t sure if you should accept the compliment, so you shut your mouth. “She is the perfect example of how to act under intense pressure.” The man circled behind you. You hated that you no longer were in your eyesight. Tiring to keep your body relaxed, you locked eyes with Maria. She offered you a smile. “Does your military do a hell week?” You kept quiet. “I asked you a question,” his hand gripped the back of your neck. “Answer it. Tell them what it is.” The four girls stood at each corner of the cell, with Mila being the closest to the door.

“Yes,” you finally answered. He hummed for you to continue. “Each branch does it differently, but it usually consists of 5 1/2 days of cold, wet, brutal operational training on fewer than 4 hours of sleep.” Yours was for 2 weeks. You thought you wouldn’t make it through, but Maria helped you through it. She became one of your best friends after that.

“In this hell week, did they teach you torture techniques?” Dreykov walked to your right side. You nodded and were surprised he allowed you to answer non-verbally. “Have you tortured someone before, Viper?”

You had and you hated every second of it. When you returned home, you refused any touch from Natasha. You were a monster. “I have,” you answered. “But torture is a last ditch effort.”

“Explain.” You rolled the tension out of your shoulder.

“We try to get people to cooperate without physical violence. Most times people are willing to help us before it gets to that point,” you clenched your jaw. “Others are more stubborn.” The man laughed.

“So is this my last ditch effort.” To your surprise, you smiled.

“Probably, I’ve been told I can be difficult,” Maria let out a forced laugh. Dreykov smiled.

“Open her cell,” he gestured to Maria with a flick. The girl across from Mila went over to Maria and opened the door. Your friend remained in there, eyes narrowing at the man. “I would like to remind you, Commander, that I am still very much in charge. I will kill her. Understood?”

“Yeah. Crystal.” Maria took a few steps out of her cell.

“Excellent. Like I said, we have something fascinating planned,” Dreykov walked behind Maria. You kept your eyes on him the entire time. “We get to learn from the best,” he placed both hands on Maria’s shoulders. The woman tensed. “Torture her.” Maria recoiled forward so his hands fell back to his side. Her back was to you as she faced the man.

“You are out of your fucking mind. You are insane like actually insane.” Dreykov frowned.

“I am of sound mind,” he said. “I brought you here to teach my girls. This is the perfect way to learn. A hands-on experience.” Maria laughed - a full belly laugh that forced her to bend down.

“Oh, you are crazy. I’m not hurting her. So you are going to have to kill me and call it a day.” Maria crossed her arms. Dreykov looked at her then to you. His face was indifferent as if the thought of killing Maria was an afterthought - something as simply as crossing a name off his to do list.

Her death would haunt you more than a few scars and bruises. “Ria,” you whispered. “Do it.” Maria’s eyes snapped to you.

“You can’t be serious.” You smiled.

“Come on Hill,” your voice was soft. “I’m a lot tougher than I look.” Maria huffed - tears burning in her eyes. “Do it.”

Now you weren’t insane or crazy or had some pain kink. The plan was tactical. Maria was part of that same hell week and taught the same techniques. So, she could make the torture look real but cause less harm. While she entertained Dreykov, you had to come up with a plan.

Many believed torture in an interrogation was ineffective and counterproductive means of gathering information. Primarily, it generated false or misleading information. It was a delicate balance of pain to keep a person honest. You preferred psychological instead of physical. You used environmental manipulation, loud music or light control. As Clint said many weeks ago, you’ve done horrific things in the name of justice. The man you interrogated was part of a human trafficking ring that operated in the states. The information you got shut down the operation.

A hand grabbed the strands of your hair and pulled your head back. The pain brought you back to reality. You felt Maria’s breath on the back of your neck. “Clock is s ticking.” She mumbled. Maria understood your plan. She would stale as you came up with a way out of here.

But what the hell was the plan? How the hell were you going to escape while you were chained up and Dreykov was watching you like a hawk? The man seemed untouchable, indestructible. The Red Room went under the radar for years. Although it was a horrific endeavor, you were impressed with the level of sophistication.

Even the most powerful men had weaknesses. George Washington was a brilliant leader but struggled with tactical planning. While Genghis Khan was a brilliant military leader, his reign was marked by brutality and violence, which ultimately led to the decline of his empire. Niccolo Machiavelli believed power could only be gained through exploitation, and he was wrong. Those who relied on manipulation were often isolated and ineffective.

Isolated and ineffective. At Dreykov’s core, he was alone. So many people surrounded him because he manipulated them to fear him. “Enough,” Dreykov ordered. The sound of his voice made you flinch. You were so deep in your head that it startled. Now more present you felt the ache in your body. Damn, maybe Maria wasn’t holding her punches. “Girls,” it was on command that the four girls drew their pistols at you and Maria. Shit, you weren’t aware they were carrying weapons. “Step away from her.”

You heard Maria take a step back. Two of the girls followed her with their guns. Suddenly, Dreykov’s hand wrapped around your throat. “Why is she holding back, my flower?” You swallowed.

“So what now?” You asked instead of answering. “You’re gonna fold me into your pathetic little puppeteer act?” The grip he had on you lessened slightly.

“Pathetic?” You scuffed.

“Yeah, what would you call it?”

“I would call it-”

“When was the last time you had a conversation with somebody that wasn’t forced to talk to you?” You cut him off. The grip tightened—hook, line, and sinker. You tried to keep your heart steady even when you wanted to panic. His grip wasn’t suffocating, but you hated the feeling of his hands on you. “Besides,” you continued. “How put together are you? When 4 of your people escaped and left you.” It was a shot in the dark that the rest of your family was part of this circus. You were right by the vein that started to pulse in Dreykov’s forehead.

“They ran away,” he said through gritted teeth. “The real war is fought here in the shadows.” You rolled your eyes.

“You don’t fight in the shadows you hid in the dark. You are nothing. You have nothing.”

“There are 50 people in the world-” you scuffed.

“Oh, stop it.”

“Don’t tell me to stop it.” The pressure on your neck increased. You laughed. The sound echoed against the walls. It turned into a cackle as your airways began to be cut off. Somehow, you found the strength to swing closer to his face.

“If I don’t tell you when to stop, how will you know when to shut up!” You should have seen the punch coming. You giggled. The punch hurt but you’ve been punched harder by your daughters. “Come on. You don’t think I can take a punch.”

The strength behind his punches increased, it rocked you back. You leaned your head to side and spit blood onto the floor. “My god, you are weak,” you taunted. Suddenly, Dreykov grabbed the gun from Mila’s hand. The barrel of the gun was pressed against your chest. Oh. Well, that was unexpected.

“Who is weak now?” He asked. On paper probably him if he needed a weapon to showcase his strength. “You and Natalia and everyone else will never understand the power I had.” You hated the way he said her name.

“Then do it,” you whispered. His hand flinched slightly.

“What?”

“Pull the trigger,” you said. “Ubey menya (kill me).”

“Viper,” Maria warned. You hated putting her in this position, but it was a gamble you had to take. You used the rest of your strength and swung yourself over to him. You wrapped your legs around him and pulled him closer. The barrel shifted to point under your chin.

“Shot me!” You yelled. “Do it!” The sound of your voice echoed against the wall. Dreykov struggled against you, but you were stronger. Until he used the gun and hit you on the side of the head.

Black dots covered your vision and the man stumbled backwards. In your pain filled haze, you saw a key fall out of his pocket. Quickly, Mila covered it with her foot. Dreykov was blind to it - to busy trying to regain his composure. “You are as crazy as they say,” you chuckled.

“Yeah well its part my charm.” Gods above you felt like you were going to throw up. Concussions were no joke. Dreykov forced the gun back into Mila’s hand.

“Come, girls.” Dreykov ordered. “There is work to be done.” He filed out first and Mila was the last to leave and locked the door behind her. You gave her a small smile because the key was still on the ground.

“You are fucking insane,” Maria raced to be in front of you and cupped your face in her hands. You chuckled, removed your head from her hold to spit more blood on the floor.

“Key,” you mumbled. Maria looked confused. “Key,” you repeated and gestured to the corner. Maria followed your movement.

“You son of a bitch,” she quickly picked it up. “How did you know he had the key on him?”

“Didn’t,” Maria unlocked the metal cuffs around your wrist and you fell into her arms. “Wasn’t part of my intentional plane.” Carefully, she lowered you to the ground with your back against the wall.

“So what is the plan?” Your friend asked as she stood before you with her hands on her hips.

“Break down his ego and escape,” you shrugged. “But first I need a minute.” You closed your eyes, gave her a thumbs up, and was welcomed by darkness.

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“Hey,” you were woken up by Maria gently shaking you. You wanted to slap her hand away and go back to sleep. You were dreaming of Natasha and your girls. That dream was so much better than the hell you were living in. “Come on,” your eyes fluttered open. Before you could open your mouth to speak, you leaned to the side and threw up. Yup, it’s definitely a concussion. “Hot.” You rolled your eyes and spit more out. “Someone is coming.”

You gave her a thumbs-up and forced yourself to stand. If Dreykov was coming back to finish the job, you would stand to face him. But the footsteps were different from his. These were light and hurried. “Anna,” you whispered as you saw the little girl. Mila was next to her with keys in her hands.

“Hurry, hurry,” Anna said, pulling on Mila’s arm. You could tell the older girl was losing her patience, but she kept it to herself. Finally, the cell opened, and Anna ran inside. Maria was quick enough to step in front of her.

“Easy, easy, our friend isn’t feeling well.” You smiled but waved her over. Gently, Anna pushed her body against yours. You hugged her back and looked at Mila.

“What’s going on?” You asked the older girl.

“Scouts reported the military on the school’s property,” Mila explained. She stood at attention as if she was giving a report to her superior. “They called for a code 8,” you and Maria looked at each other. Mila huffed. “Mobilize all available personal. Shoot to kill.” Your stomach plummeted but the military was here which mean it could be your team or somebody else that could help.

“What are you doing here?” Maria questioned. Finally, Mila’s tough exterior crumbled. She looked like a girl her age.

“If anyone can stop them, it’s you two,” she whispered. They will be distracted from stopping the soldiers from getting it. This may be our only shot.”

She was right. A new sense of energy and strength rushed through you. They were distracted, plus Dreykov’s ego took a major hit when he failed to shoot you. “She’s right,” you said and turned to Maria. “I think I can stop him.”

“You can barely stand,” Maria deadpanned. You rolled your eyes and pushed yourself off the wall. You were a little dizzy, but you’ve been through so much worse.

“I’m fine,” you looked at Mila. “Do you have a weapon?” She nodded and unclipped a pistol from her waist. “Give it to Maria.” Unfortunately, the girl followed the order perfectly. “If they called for a code 8 only the most trained girls are facing the military so the kids from the refugee camp are still in the school,” you looked at Maria. “Find them and get them out.” Your friend sighed.

“I hate this.” You chuckled.

“Go with Ria,” you told Anna. Thankfully, the girl pulled away from you and grabbed Maria’s hand. She whipped her tears.

“What about me?” Mila asked.

“You are going with Maria too,” the girl frowned.

“But I can help. I can fight.” You shook your head and took a few steps forward. Kneeling to her level, you put your hands on her shoulders.

“I am so proud of you,” Mila tensed up, not used to this type of physical comfort. “But now you are going to get out and be free. No more fighting.” You hugged her gently and she felt like you hugging Natasha for the first time. Tense. Awkward. Soon she relaxed into your body.

“No more fighting.”

“Exactly,” you ended the hug and cupped her face with your hands. “You’ve done so well,” you smiled. “Now leave the fighting to the adults.” Mila nodded.

“We should get going,” you stood up and watched Maria lead the two girls out of the basement. You leaned against the metal bars of the cell.

“Shit,” you mumbled. Maybe Maria was right but like hell you were going to tell her that. All you had to do was buy them some time. Sighing, you made your way out of the basement without chains or cuffs.

The first step of the plan was to get the armory without being detected. There was no one around - no guards, no girls being dragged to whatever lesson. Just eerie silence. The silence was the worst.

Each step forward was quiet and calculated. The last thing you wanted was to give away your position. You made it to the armory without any issues, and the door was left open. It rang a warning bell in your head. For as long as you were here, you never saw this room not guarded. Quickly, you went inside and grabbed an assault rifle with a few magazines, two smoke grenades, and a pistol. “Hey,” you spun around and shot the guard without a second thought. His body crumbled to the ground with a pool of blood around his head. You knelt beside his body and took his communication device. At least you’d be able to hear how the fight was going.

You put the pistol on your hip and aimed the assault rifle down the hall as you began to walk forward. Each guard you came across was killed without much of a second thought. Maybe later you would mourn their death but right now they were just as bad as Madame B and Dreykov.

Checking one of the classrooms you saw Madame B’s body - a single gun shot to the head was her cause of death. You wondered if it was Maria. The technique was flawless, but you continued to Dreykov’s office.

When you were in front of the door, you took a deep breath in and slowly let it out before opening the door. There he was - sitting in his chair with his back to you. It would be so easy to end it all, but you hesitated to pull the trigger.

Once upon a time when you were a kid, you played soccer and your father was the coach. He would say before you received the ball you should know where you are going to pass it. If you hesitated it was to late. He would tell you all the time that was your problem. In big game moments, you would panic and hesitate. The same could be said while serving. If the enemy was faster than you, it could result in your death.

The reason for your hesitation was the office looked different than the last time you were here. Dreykov was staring at screens that came down from the ceiling. The screen in the middle was the biggest, with pictures of girls flashing across the screen. On the right side, two screens showed the battle outside. On the left, those were turned off. “It’s over, Dreykov,” you finally spoke. “You’ve lost.”

“That would mean you agree I have won before,” he spun around in the chair. “How is my Natalia?” You squeezed the grip of the gun.

“She is safe and loved like all those girls you kidnapped will be too.”

“No, no, no, he stood up and shook his head. “She’s a traitor. All of them are. They turned their back on their people. On their blood,” he picked up a picture from his desk and shattered it against the wall. Your eyes flickered to the shelf of photos and saw the one with Natasha missing. “I gave her a home. I gave her love.”

“Like hell you did,” you took a few steps closer to the man. “She’s dead, by the way. Your little puppet master. A single gun shoot to the head that my friend probably did.” There was no trace of guilt sadness, or grief in the man’s expression. “I can guess your death will be more violent if you don’t get on the ground when they come through the door.”

“You know,” Dreykov laughed, ignoring your warning. “I thought with you here we could build something beautiful,” he began to fidget with the necklace around his neck. The man wasn’t one to fidget. “Maybe with you here, the others would come home.”

So you were bait as well. A final act for Dreykov to have his pride and joy back. “Instead of teaching our Widows how to fight, you gave them something else. Hope,” he wiggled his finger at you. “And that was not a nice thing to do.”

Something felt wrong. “Dreykov, stand down,” you ordered. “Get on your stomach with your fingers interlocked behind your head.” The smart thing to do would be to put a bullet right between his eyes, but he had answers to some of your questions. The Red Room would not be truly gone until his network of Widows were saved.

“We could have done so much good. If only you cooperated,” he ripped the chain off his neck.

“I won’t ask again.”

“Our Widows could have stopped and started wars. Controlled the scales of power,” it was the same speech Madame B gave to you to explain who they were. This time it felt different. Every time he said ‘our’ it sounded like he was talking about you and him. Our Widows. Our girls. Our children.

“Enough!” You ordered. The man stopped mid rant.

“Tell Natalia I said hello,” he raised his hand up and rushed it forward. There was no hesitation when you shot him - directly in the chest. Death would be instant but the red of his blood covered your eyes so you shot again. Then again. And again. Until your magazine was empty. His body fell backwards with a thud. You dropped the gun to the ground and walked over to his body. The adrenaline was leaving, and you began to feel the effects of your injuries. There was so much blood around his body.

You bent down to grab the necklace and saw the similar cut out on his desk. You frowned as you rubbed your fingers over the jewel. Dreykov wasn’t the type to try to kill himself. So what was this? As you tried to line up the placement, your vision went crossed and you began to see double. Falling to your knees, you caught yourself by your forearms on his desk. Finally, you lined it up and heard the click of the gem locking into place. The screens behind you turned on, and you turned around to watch. It was a map of the world. Every few seconds, you would see a dot appear. This was his web of Widows. “Fucker,” you mumbled.

But why show you? That question could be for another night. Now it was time to sleep.

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Once again, you were awoken by a repetitive sound. When you woke up from inside the cafe, it was Maria’s voice saying your name over and over again. This time it was beeping. The annoying and constant sound that you wished would stop. You wanted to go back to sleep now that you were in a bed and no on the concert floor of the Red Room.

There was another sound. If you strained your ears hard enough, you heard humming and felt soft fingers run up and down your arm. Natasha. The humming wasn’t to a specific song and it was an act you loved to catch her in. Mostly it happened when she was in the kitchen or sewing together a new pair of pointee shoes. Sometimes, you wouldn’t disturb her and watch her complete the task and the song. Other times, you would pull her into your arms and dance to the song she was singing. Her voice always calmed you; it was a blanket of safety.

Slowly, you opened your eyes and were thankful the lights were dimmed. The humming stopped. “No,” you groaned, turning your head to face your wife. “Keep singing,” Natasha blinked at you, her green eyes taking in your appearance. You were taking her in as well, capturing every detail. She was exhausted, bags underneath her eyes. Still she looked beautiful. “Hi baby,” you smiled.

Her hands shook but you were gently as she cupped your face and traced the new cuts and bruises. You could feel tears forming in your eyes. “You killed him,” Natasha finally spoke. The mention of the man that hurt your family sobered your feelings. “You killed him,” she repeated when you remained silent.

“I did,” you said. “They won’t be able to hurt you, Yelena, Melina, or any little girl ever again. He’s dead. You are finally safe.” A sob escaped past your wife’s lips. Without any hesitation, you ignored the pain that radiated from your body and hugged her. She slumped against you. You felt how tired she was.

In the back of your mind, you knew a conversation would need to be had. You wondered why she kept this part of her past hidden from you. All that could wait when you both needed to be in each other’s arms. “I’m hurting you,” she mumbled and tried to escape the hold you had on her. You shook your head.

“Don’t care,” you replied. “Missed you to fucking much.” Natasha chuckled but managed to remove herself. She ignored your pout and sat back in the chair. After all she was right, the adrenaline was wearing off and you could feel the injuries you endured. She smirked as you sat up more, wincing at each movement. “Shut up,” you teased and took her hand.

“One hell of a last one,” Natasha smiled. You chuckled with a shake of your head.

“Where are the girls?” You asked. You were itching to see them.

“With my parents and Yelena,” Natasha answered. “This has been a lot for them.” You could only imagine what the twins went through but also knew it was a lot for Natasha. From the moment, you and Natasha started dating she’s seen the affects on your deployment more than anyone. Each physical and emotional scare you bared, she carried too.

“A lot for you as well,” you guessed. Natasha lifted your hand and kissed your palm. You left your hand on her face.

“I am glad you are done,” she admitted. “I’m happy that you are letting someone else be the hero. You’ve earned your rest.”

Once Natasha notified your doctors that you were awake, they gave you a quick check-up. They explained every injury you withstood and the recovery process. It was routine at this point. Finally the doctors were done and you were growing impatient to see your girls. Natasha sent a text to Yelena to bring them up while you ate. “I miss Melina’s cooking,” you said. “Do you think she can sneak in some food?” You had nothing against hospital food, but it was bland. You were craving anything with flavor.

“You have learned of my unique set of skills,” Melina entered your hospital room. “And you want me to sneak you food in.” You smiled at your in-laws.

“Start small. Then we start planning to take over the world,” you teased. You ignored the groan from your wife. Melina chuckled and walked over to your free side. She leaned into hug you. It was much softer than the hug between you and Natasha.

“I am glad you he could not break you. You kept your heart,” she whispered and kissed your cheek. You nodded, to chocked up with emotion to find any words. You turned your attention to Alexei.

“Go easy on me papa medved��� (papa bear),” the Russian rolled his eyes and hugged you softer than Melina.

“My girls are strong,” he said. “I knew you would come home.” You let out a shaky breath and found yourself lost for words again.

“Alright,” you heard Yelena’s voice from outside the room. “What did we talk about?”

“Be careful because mom is healing,” you knew you were a goner when you heard Rose’s voice. Your throat burned as you kept the tears at bay. The twins walked in with Yelena behind them. The air was sucked out of your lungs.

“Mom!” Hailey cried. Whatever Yelena told them went out the window. The twins rushed to the hospital bed and climbed their way into your open arms. Their hands gripped onto the flimsy hospital gown so tightly that you knew they were going to rip it. You burrowed your face into their hair and finally let some of your tears fall.

“No more fighting bad guys?” Hailey questioned. You shook your head.

“No more fighting,” you kissed both of their heads. “I’m done.”

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The medal felt heavy around your neck and every time you tried to take it off someone would come behind you, slap you slightly on the back of your head to keep it on. Maria had one similar, while the rest of the team had various ones. The party was in full swing after the ceremony that honored you and the others for going above and beyond the call of duty. You were watching Bucky and Steve mess around with your daughters. It felt nice to have both of your family’s together. Sipping on your water, you felt Natasha’s arm sneak around your waist and pull you closer to her. “Whatcha thinking about baby?” She asked.

“Just about what’s next,” you smiled. “Ready to see the world as a civilian.” Natasha hummed in response and leaned against you more.

“I heard Paris is lovely this time of year,” you chuckled and kissed the top of her head. “So is the Maldives, Bahamas, and Italy,” you turned to face her and wrapped your arms around her waist.

“Yeah?” You chuckled. “Do you have a list of every destination you want to visit?” She nodded and bit her lip. “Well you know what they say happy wife, happy life.” You kissed her slowly. The party disappeared around you. All that mattered was the woman in your arms. Now, it was your job to make her and your daughters happy. There was no place you rather be.

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I'm here today taking pictures for an event, at the red carpet.

My bestfriend is a famous actor and well me, I'm a professional photographer.

If you're wondering who's my bestfriend is, it's the Scarlett fucking Johansson. we met—well, bumped into eachother a few years ago causing her to accidentally spill the coffee she's holding all over my shirt and keep apologising even I told her that it was okay.

She took me out for dinner as apology. I declined at first but she kept telling me that even if I don't want to, she's still gonna take me out. so I said yes, and after that we just instantly click.

Now, we're bestfriends.

Oh, oh, wait, let me tell you a secret. She's also my girlfriend, cool right? I know!

Everyone knows that she's in a relationship but we actually didn't tell the public except our close friends and family that it was me, the public knows that we're just really close friends.

As I keep taking pictures of other celebrities, she finally arrived.

Fucking goddess. She looks ethereal and she's mine. My scarlett, my girlfriend.

She keep looking around until her eyes landed on me and gave me her gorgeous smile. I could die now. Right here, right now.

She walked towards the middle and everyone starts shouting her name.

"Over here, Scarlett!"

"Look to the right!"

"Scarlett, look over here!"

"To the left!"

There's lot of people shouting her name but she just stood still and look into my camera. Posing for only my camera, for me.

What the fuck?

All the other photographers are now looking at me. I took the camera away from my eye and glared at her before I mouthed 'stop.'

But instead of stopping and posed for others, she just smiled before walking away. I heard everyone whispering and some look at me and mutter a 'what the fuck.'

"I'm sorry." I smiled and start packing up.

"I'm gonna beat your ass, motherfucker." I muttered as I go behind the red carpet.

I passed a security and asked me what I need, "Hi! Sorry, I just need some photos with miss Johansson for our program, is that alright?"

"Wait here." He said and walked towards Scarlett who's standing with some friends.

The security talked to her until he pointed at me, smile form into her face before walking over, "Thank you, sir." I said before pulling Scarlett to the corner, out of anyone's eye.

"What was that back there!?" I whisper shout.

"What? I was posing." She casually said. "Yeah, for me. Only for my camera! You can't—" I didn't even get to finish my sentenced when she kissed me. How rude.

"You can't blame me, you're the only one I see." Scarlett said before kissing me once again.

"Stop kissing me, someone might see." I said and playfully gave her a glare.

"Alright, okay, fine. Can I atleast have a hug?" She asked, giving me her best puppy eyes and arms wide open.

I rolled my eyes and hugged her. I felt her pulling me even closer and pressing me to her body.

"Scar?" I whisper.

"Hmm?"

"You're hugging me because you want to feel my boobs, right?"

"Yeah."

very short one. feedback and reblog is highly appreciated!

[myfictionaldreams]

Day 14: Uniform - Natasha Romanoff

Summary: You worked for SHIELD and had a huge crush on Natasha, so what do you do when she corners you one day, begging for your help as her zipper is broken and she's struggling to remove her uniform.

Tags: 18+ readers only, smut, anxious!reader, mutual pining, kissing, flirting, fingering, oral

A.N: Sorry this is a day late!

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“I need your help”, came the sultry feminine voice from your bedroom door, completely snapping you out of the fantasy world you were currently daydreaming about from the book in your hand.

You knew who was there before turning in her direction in shock and surprise. “Help? Me? You need me?” your cheeks warmed at your noticeable stutter with questioning as you looked at the beautiful red-haired woman standing at your door. Natasha Romanoff was smirking at you with her hand on her hip and wearing the tight-fitting black widow suit, recently returning from a mission. She looked dangerous and deadly, but from what you could see, none of her weapons were attached to her anymore, even though she was a weapon. 

Natasha tilted her head to the side, her eyes flicking across the room, taking in every detail of your bedroom, and you wished you had cleaned up before she arrived. Standing nervously from your bed, your book is thrown onto the bedside drawer without marking the page with the urgency to give the woman your attention.

She doesn’t say anything; she just continues to look at you with her piercing eyes before nodding her head in the opposite direction, a sign that she wants you to follow her down the hall. You were a SHIELD agent and are currently staying at the Avengers headquarters as you continue to train for missions. You’d made some good friends here and enjoyed finally being able to use your skills for something that mattered.

This was all until you realised that the Avengers themselves actually lived there, not just the agents. You assumed they had their own homes for privacy, but this was not the case, so day after day, you had to see people like Natasha who could casually walk into your bedroom. Your crush on the Avengers was rampant, having admired her since before even joining the institute. Who wouldn’t find her attractive? She was among the most fierce and beautiful women you’d ever seen.

Natasa, ever the spy, was well aware of the effect she had on others and, most of the time, enjoyed shooting down anyone who attempted to flirt with her, walking away without a glance back at them. But not you. Never you. It is evident to everyone who worked at the  Avengers headquarters that you had a deep-seated crush on Natasha, from the fleeting glances out of the corner of your eyes or how you would stammer and stutter over your words when she was close by. You were fascinated with her, but rather than being a strong, independent woman, you resorted to being a nervous wreck, hardly even looking her in the eye because you were so anxious to talk to the beautiful woman.

This only became a fun game for Natasha, who found your crush incredibly endearing, cute even and found any excuse possible to try to talk to you, even adding your name to missions so that she knew you were close by. The more time she spent with you, the more she developed her crush; she was just better at hiding it. It was a fun little game at your expense, and today, Natasha was hoping it would be the end to it all, bored with the teasing.

Natasha walked confidently down the hall, through a set of double doors and into the Avengers section of the building. You nearly tripped over your feet, trying to look around at the area you’d not been to before she halted in front of a door, entered a key code and walked in. The weapons and expensive dress decorating the indicted where she’d taken you. You paused on the threshold to her bedroom, unsure if she meant for you to follow her in here, but she urgently waved you further so she could close the door.

Hiding your trembling fingers behind your back, you turned towards Natasha, your eyes wandering above her head as you couldn’t stomach looking into her beautiful face. “So, um, what do you need help with, Miss Romanoff?”

Natasha tried not to grin at the formal way you addressed her. “It’s pretty embarrassing, actually”, she began, her posture changing completely as her shoulders hunched slightly inwards whilst curling some of her red hair behind her ears to appear as if she was embarrassed. “My zip snapped during the mission, and now, I can’t remove my uniform, and the material has been specially made, so I can’t just cut it off”.

Your mouth suddenly filled with saliva as you automatically glanced at where her zipper stopped, just above her cleavage. Once you realised you were staring, you quickly looked back down to the ground, finding the carpet incredibly interesting all of a sudden.

“Why are you asking me for help and not the seamstress?” you asked when you finally found the courage to find your voice.

“The seamstress doesn’t work on Saturdays, and you’re one of the only people I trust here, so I need to hold the two pieces of material together at the top, and you somehow shimmy the zip down”.

There was only white noise blasting through your head at her request, and without giving yourself time to overthink, you closed the distance between each other. The tips of your shoes brushed against hers as you lifted your fingers to grab the zip buckle. Natasha could see the tremor in your fingertips as she grabbed the two sections of material and tried to squeeze them together.

It was difficult at first to grab the metal, especially as your hands began to sweat, but ever so slowly, the zip descended lower, inch by inch. More of her skin began to be revealed. Her cleavage, her sternum, then lower over her navel until the very edge of her public area, which, to your amazement, was neatly trimmer and a brunette shade.

As you comprehended what you were actually looking at, you stepped away, hands rubbing at your sides like you’d made the gravest mistake possible, scared that Natasha would be upset for revealing so much of her body. However, the assassin was unphased and began to pull her arms from her uniform, pushing the black material off her shoulders, down her waist and hips and then kicking off her shoes and attire, leaving it in a pile on the floor.

“You… You don’t wear any underwear beneath your uniform”, you whispered beneath your breath in awe before quickly looking at that entertaining patch of carpet on the floor, realising you’d been staring at her naked body. Your entire body heated with embarrassment and arousal as you crossed one leg over the other to try and squeeze your thighs together to get rid of the uncomfortable feeling. 

Natasha shrugged at your observation, “I find that the uniform is so tight that I can’t wear any underwear without the seams being seen, so it’s easier to go without”. Nodding your head at her explanation, you continued looking anywhere but at her. Natasha took a dainty step towards you, her smile growing more prominent, “Are you afraid of nakedness?”

You make a point of forcing yourself to look at her whilst folding your arms over your chest. “No, of course not. I just thought it would be polite to give you some privacy”.

Natasha bites the inside of her lips to stop from just outright grinning and laughing in your face. “I don’t mind. You can look”, she quips whilst raising one of her eyebrows suggestively.

You weren’t sure if this was a test, but as your eyes lowered, you thanked whatever gods were listening to this one moment that you would remember for the rest of your life. She was well toned, given her lifestyle and training methods, and scars littered over her body, which was evidence of her work as stabbings or gunshots clearly created them. You were mesmerised by her beauty, from her perfectly trimmed mound, her toned abs, and up to her round, full breasts.

Until that is, something piqued your interest, “Do you have your nipples pierced?”

Natasha tipped her head back and laughed, looking down at her perked nipples with a shrug of her shoulders, making them jiggle with the movement. “Yeah, they’ve made me quite sensitive, but I thought it would be fun. Plus, they’re super cute”.

“You are”, you say, admiring her breasts, but then your eyes go wide in shock, realising what you’d just said and the soft tone you’d said it in. “I mean, they are- the piercings are -I didn’t mean to sound inappropriate, sorry. I didn’t mean- I just- I wasn't, um-”

Natasha took a step forward, closing the gap entirely so that you could now feel the warmth of her skin; she was that close. Her beautiful, naked body within your bubble, you never wanted it to leave.

“It’s ok, I know what you meant. You’re cute when you’re all embarrassed”.

“I…I am?” you say, looking at her like she had grown another head because there was no way Natasha Romanoff just called you cute in any sense of the word, especially when you’re whining away anxiously.

“You are. Might be why I asked you to come and help me rather than the others. Nothing like a cute girl helping to undress me”. You flush at the obvious flirtatious advances, trying your hardest to continue looking into her forest-green eyes that seem to delve deep into your soul. “You’re even more cuter when you’re like this. Reacting more to my words than my naked body. God, I could just eat you right up.” Natasha lifts her slender fingers and runs the back of them over your eyes and around your ear. “I’ve been watching you, y’know?. It's so hard to talk to a cute girl like you when you’re running away from me every time I enter the room”.

“I’m just nervous”, you say and instantly chastise yourself for stating the obvious.

It doesn’t, phas Natasha thought as her other hand gently grasped yours, interlocking your fingers as she stated, “I know. You don’t have to be nervous, Sugar. I only want good things, I promise”.

She lifts the hand that is holding hers, kissing the palm ever so softly and then moves it so you’re holding her face. “You don’t have to be nervous to do anything with me”, Natasha continues, “I want you to feel safe with me. I want to get to know you on a personal and physical way, if you understand what I’m alluding to”.

Your mouth didn’t want to work, with the worry of just blurting out that you were in love with her, so you nodded your head to show your understanding. Being brave, you allowed your fingers to explore her sharp cheekbones, admiring the delicateness of her skin and shocked when she even began to nuzzle into your palm.

“Can I touch you?” she asks sincerely, her eyes wide with hope and yet restrained, not wanting to frighten you off. As your fingers brush through her silky hair, you nod your head, wanting her very much to touch you in any way possible.

Natasha lifts both hands to press against your hairline, exploring your face like she was trying to map every inch of you. Lower she descended, over your cheeks, your nose and finally your lips, pulling on the bottom one with her thumb, which had your eyes automatically dropping to look at hers.

You want to kiss so severely that it almost makes you ache and beg. It seemed Natasha also knew this and had another idea in mind as she implored in the most innocent voice, “Touch me lower”.

You do as instructed, over her jaw and down her long neck, then press her collarbones again, wondering if this is the area where you should stop. However, Natasha raises her eyebrow again in question, so you take that as your queue to explore lower. Your eyes never leave hers as your fingers run down the centre of her sternum, directly between her breasts, until they stop at the base of her sternum.

Deciding to be brave for once in your life, your fingers skimmed the underside of her heavy breasts, and you watched in delight as her breath hitched, chest leaning into the touch. You take this as a good sign and reach for her hard nipples that have a simple metal bar through the centre.

Natasha groans, even though all you’ve done is graze over the bundle of nerves. “So sensitive”, she explains and reminds you of her predicament.

Pulling your hand away, thinking you’d done something she didn’t want, you apologise quickly, “Sorry!”

However, with her lightning-fast reaction, Natashas quickly grabs your retreating hands and pulls them back to cup her again. “I like it. I like everything you do to me and want to do”.

Before you can overthink anymore, Natasha is pressing her face towards yours, eyes closing and lips connecting with yours. Your whole body reacts instantly, leaning closer and mewling into her mouth, pushing harder. Her lips were so plump they felt like soft, warm clouds against your face, and you’re obsessed, crazy for more, never wanting this moment to stop.

But of course, it does as Nat pulls back for a second, and you’re trying to chase after her with your lips, which causes the woman to giggle. “Can I take this off?” she asks, pulling on the bottom of your shirt. You nod, heart beating so hard on your chest you were sure she would be able to hear. Lifting your arms above your head, Natasha removes the article of clothing and begins to admire your black bra. “I love this”. She eyes it for a second before realising that it unclasps from the front. Natasha internally praised you for being so beautiful as she reached to undo the clasp, exposing your breasts to her.

She moans in wonderment at your beauty, cursing herself for waiting this long before making a move. Natasha couldn’t wait any long as her head dipped to lick across your nipple, causing your back to arch to press her face closer, and your fingers gripped into her hair to hold her there.

Something seemed to snap in you, whether the confidence blooming in your core or the anxiety melting away. Either way, you were in this situation, and there was no way you were letting it go to waste. As the red-haired woman sealed her lips around your other nipple, licking and sucking the bud into her mouth, you swiftly pulled her off by your hands behind in her hair, but only to kiss her deeply and passionately.

Whether it was your enthusiasm to kiss her or Natasha’s excitement that you were beginning to feel more confident, something knocked the two of you back so that you were now led on her perfectly made bed. Natasha doesn’t waste a second and is climbing on top of you, straddling your waste with her naked body now hovering over yours. You touch her everywhere now, her thighs, over her arse to pull her hips closer, up her back to then cup her head.

It was everything you wanted and more; couldn’t get enough of her taste, smell, and warmth. Everything about her, you wanted it every day, all the time. She was sweet and delicate with you, but eventually, Natasha too was becoming fevering with her touches and needing more of you.

“I wanna taste you”, she admits against your lips, just as her tongue dares to peek before yours.

“Are you sure?” you asked uncertainly.

Natasha laughed against your mouth, moving to kiss down your throat over the areas that had your toes curling as she confirmed, “Yes, I’m sure I want to eat you out.”

Your only answer was a grin that caused your cheeks to ache with how giddy you felt. Natasha kissed your lips once more before shuffling down your body, leaving a trail of open mouth kisses, tasting every area of your skin she could reach, and spending special particular attention on your breasts. Teasing and sucking on them until you begged her to move lower with how intense your arousal was becoming. 

Natasha noted this, deciding that the next time the two of you were intimate, she wanted to see if she could make you cum just by nipple stimulation. Lower she moved, every touch was gentle and calm, even as she unbuttoned your jeans and began to lower them as well as your underwear down your legs, with the help of you lifting your hips, her fingers still were careful about where she touched.

She then began her journey up, kissing and licking all the places that were most sensitive, like your inner knee and thighs, until she was face to face with the area causing you the most ache.

Her eyes met yours, and a devilish smirk on her lips made you wonder what you had gotten yourself in for as her mouth met your more intimate areas. You broke eye contact first, but only because your body jolted, and you had to force your back to arch, spreading your legs further on the bed as your head tipped back.

Natasha's lips were just as plump and soft against your pussy as they were against your mouth. She kissed you there first, savouring the warmth and liquid that had already leaked from your cunt. The noises you were already whimpering were like music to her ears, so desperate and needy.

Carefully, her tongue licked long strips up your folds before adding pressure and parting them, moving deeper until she was poking at your hole that was already contracting with your arousal around nothing. She contemplated for a moment letting her tongue fuck you, but instead, she paid particular attention to your throbbing clit. Tentative, agonisingly slow circles did the tip of her tongue move around the bud before she pressed the flat front of her tongue and gave it a long lick.

“Natasha!” you cried out, hand moving to grip her hair to hold her there. Nat thought it was adorable seeing you falling apart like this so quickly. She hummed against your pussy which caused vibrations to purr into the nerves, which caused your thighs to tremble and clench with the stimulation.

Nat tickled the backs of your thighs to get them to relax again before travelling the length of the limb until the area where your tongue was still pleasuring. Her middle finger circled your eagerly awaiting hole, and as she sucked on the bundle of nerves, she inserted the finger carefully. In and out and moved before adding a second finger, beginning to stretch your cunt. Your hips began rolling of their own accord, desperate to match the pace of Natasha’s tongue and fingers, which had just started to curl to press against the sensitive spot inside you.

“That feels so good, right there!” Natasha didn’t plan on stopping making you feel this good, but she did contemplate just how pretty you’d look after being edged a few times. She just added that to the lengthening list of things she wanted to try with you in the future.

You had to bite your lower lip as your cries of joy were beginning to echo around the bedroom, still holding onto the red hair and essentially fucking yourself on her fingers and tongue. Opening your eyes, you looked down at the green eyes that were watching your every move.

“Please kiss me”, you asked desperately with a slight quiver in your voice as you were getting closer to orgasming.

Natasha grins, licking her lips and crawling back up your body whilst still curling her fingers, her thumb pressing and rolling your clit instead of her tongue. Her mouth was hungry against yours, forcing your lips wider so she could stroke your mouth's crevices, making sure you could taste yourself from her.

You reach out for her, wanting to feel her body just as badly as she wants to hear you cum, but she has other ideas. The hand you reached for her with was held firmly against the bed as Natasha shook her head. “This is just about you today; there will be so much more time for me in the future. Just enjoy this, Sugar”.

You could have melted at the pet name she’d picked and rushed forward to kiss her feverishly one more, hips rolling and working in time with the curl of her fingers and thumb. She was making you feel so good, expertly touching your body, gripping the back of your head to hold your close.

Resting her temple on yours, she looked at you with glazed eyes and demanded, “Cum for me; I want to see you cum on my fingers, pretty girl”. Her words had your core tightening in arousal, your mouth gaping open to gasp and share the same air as her she was that close to you. “That’s it, you’re doing so well for me. I know you’re close. I can feel it on my fingers; you’re so wet for me, so tight, Sugar. Cum for me”.

Your body convulsed as your orgasm rocketed through your very centre, thighs trembling, arms struggling to hold you up as your pussy squeezed in flutters around her fingers. She didn’t stop her rocking motion; those sweet curls of her two fingers, not under you, had sagged back onto the bed to catch your breath.

Carefully, she eased her fingers out of you, putting on a broad display of her licking your fingers and dramatically moaning at the taste before lying down next to you, resting her head on her elbow.

“Do you wanna go and get some food?  There’s a cute Italian place about half an hour from here”, Natasha asks casually whilst stroking your cheek with the hand that had just been between your legs.

“What? Like a date?” you asked with the tremor returning to your voice as you stared at her with widening eyes.

Natasha takes one look at you and laughs, tipping her head back with how funny she found it. “I’ve just licked you out and had you cumming on my fingers, and you’re getting nervous about a date? You’re too fucking cute, Sugar. Yes, it’s a date. What do you say?”

Your cheeks heat at her amusement, but you’re soon joining her with smiling, nodding your head and saying, “Yes, I’d love to go on this date with you”.

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Secret- Yelena Belova

Pairing: Yelena Belova x Reader

Characters: Yelena Belova

Warnings: N/A

Request: Anon- can you please do “I’m not going to be your secret anymore.” w/ Yelena Belova

Word Count: 422

Author: Charlotte

It made sense to keep your relationship hidden. In your line of work, emotions were not supposed to be part of anything you did, and love was certainly off the table, especially if it was with another black widow. Surprisingly that wasn’t the most daunting part that had led to you keeping your relationship hidden, rather your best friend was her older sister and neither of you wanted to deal with telling her that you were together. At first it felt special, just having Yelena to yourself, not having to answer questions or justify anything, just having the woman that held your heart and whilst others were around you appreciated the stolen glances you shared.

You trusted Natasha with your life, but you didn’t know how she’d feel about her sister and best friend being together and although you could blissfully be ignorant to it, guilt began to flood you, knowing it would only hurt her the longer you kept the secret from her. Yelena’s guilt was unknown to you, but she was less willing to let the cat out of the bag and wanted to keep the relationship a secret. You tried to accept that, but time only made it harder and finally you had to pull her to the side when Natasha wasn’t around and tell her the truth.

“I can’t keep doing this,” you admitted. “I love you Yelena but I’m not going to be your secret anymore. It’s just going to hurt Nat more if we keep this from her.”

“She will be mad either way,” she stated.

You shook your head. “I doubt she’ll be happy, but I can’t keep being dishonest to her and everyone else. It was nice just having you to myself, but I am ready to show you to the world and I don’t think I can keep staying in the shadows.”

Yelena paused for a moment, avoiding your gaze. For people that were meant to keep their emotions at bay, you both had internal turmoil that certainly proved otherwise.

“Is it really that important to you?” She questioned.

“Yes, I love you, but I also love her. I don’t wish to hurt either of you.”

She hesitantly nodded her head. “She is going to kick both of our arses, but I guess it’s worth it for you.”

A smile curled upon your lips. “So, we can tell her?”

“Yes, we can tell her,” she sighed. “I hope that you know what we are getting ourselves into.”

“Anything is worth being with you.”

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Widows confusion

Widows rest one shot that was requested, not explicitly fic canon 🫶🫶🫶

Bruce and reader argue in front of everyone and reader accidentally says too much. (Request by huening-ly)

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At had all started with a comment.

A little jab if you will, it wasn't the kindest thing to do but when you'd seen Catwoman leaning into his side while angling herself just so so that her hip was fully flush with his side, you'd joked about it.

What else can you do? Things aren't quite…. You don't know what to call you and Bruce and to be frank, Catwoman muddies the waters a little more Everytime she comes around.

“I see where you'd been spending your time while I was in the hospital.”

It was too far and you already knew it before it ever even rolled off your tongue, yet you still let it.

Bruce stiffened near instantly and turned away from the bat computer, his elbow sliding over the neck of the chair as he twists in place. The tense fists And displeased frown visible under the cowl foretelling how this'll go.

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You know things were getting loud when the kids all came down the stairs one by one, quietly treading on unsure feet close enough to listen without interfering, though they all share the same doubt that they'd be able to get in-between the two of you right now.

“you know it's not like that with her!” Bruce is pacing back and forth in front of the training mats slowly, the cowl was pulled off in a bout of frustration at least fifteen minutes ago and discarded somewhere around the desks. He keeps running an agitated hand through his hair while scowling at you. Meanwhile you're leaning against one of the boxing ring posts with crossed arms and a guarded expression on your face, your eyes the only thing showing just how pissed you are.

“at this point you're just calling me a moron with no eyes, I don't care that you did it I'd just like you to own it.”

“Maybe you are acting like a moron if you think that a woman flirting with me equals me sleeping with her.” Bruce all but hisses out through gritted teeth, pawing through his hair again as if he's taking his stress out on himself.

Dick slowly eases between you two with raised hands. “Hey now…let's not go throwing words we don't mean around like that…”

You just roll your eyes, your whole head moving with it in your annoyance. “Quit playing peacekeeper Dick, you and your fucking oldest daughter syndrome. It's not your job to fix Bruce's problems for him, you're not helping.”

He gapes at you in shock before Bruce quickly brushes past him to get in your space, his frown twisting into a scowl as he grabs your shoulder. “Can you stop attacking everyone that dares to challenge your great authority? Do you even hear yourself sometimes? Quit jumping to conclusions already!”

You push his hand off somewhat aggressively, leaning in to sneer at his face.

“I'm not attacking anyone, I'm sick of all of you watching me like an experiment and comparing me to a dead person! everything i do is wrong because i don't do it the exact same way they did. I'm so sorry I'm not the soft little person you walked into that gala with, Bruce.”

He glares at you for a moment before he steps back and switches tactics, his tone softening just a bit as he nudges Dick to back off. “I know you're stressed and going through a lot, but we've all been walking on eggshells around you for your sake. We're trying to accommodate your mood swings and personality switch. Can you please just…. Not snap at them?”

Bruce gestures at the crowd of children and Alfred, who's standing in the back with a tray of something in his hands just silently watching you, something about how he's turning this around to be about how hard this is for everyone else just pisses you off more. How fucking dare he twist this? Making your every emotion an attack on the family when you're just barely coping with dying.

“Oh right like you're the paragon of good parenting, you've got a preteen fighting murderers and human traffickers with you and another teen dealing with professional daytime criminals completely by himself!” you aggressively gesture at Damian and Duke, who both shift uncomfortably at the implications, before you continue. Not wanting to give Bruce the chance to defend himself yet.

“Do you know how you're fucking them up? What damage you're doing to their mental health? No! You didn't start this until you were already a man! You got to live the normal life of going to school everyday and only worrying about your friends at that age! You have zero clue what being a child soldier does to a person!”

Dick again tries to step in but Bruce grabs his shoulder and steps in front of him, again getting in your space. his tone is ice cold. “Neither do you, (name).”

Rage fills you and before you can think, you snap at him.

“yes I do! You have no clue how I fucking survived my childhood! The shit I had to do so I wouldn't be put down like a dog!”

The cave falls dead silent after that, you're certain you could hear a pin drop over the distant sound of water dripping somewhere in the cave. That and the sound of your agitated breathing, fuck. You know you fucked up when Bruce slowly steps closer to you, like a man approaching a cornered animal.

“…just what do you mean by that….”

You scowl at the man and back away, not liking his coddling behavior all a’ sudden. “oh piss off, go screw your cat themed criminal and leave me alone.”

He pauses when you move and takes a step back himself, not wanting to crowd you when you're clearly uncomfortable right now.

“(name), please don't circle back to that…I'm sorry, I said the wrong thing.”

“this isn't ‘pity (name) time’ Bruce, I'm not gonna-”

Cass interrupts you by tugging on your sleeve, pausing your angry words in your throat as you glance at the young woman.

“stop fighting.”

The simple command is almost absurd enough to make you laugh, almost.

Tentatively, Bruce speaks up when you don't immediately snap at Cass. “…I'd like it if we understood your situation a little better…but I won't force you. No one will force you.”

He cats a quick glance around at the others in the cave, warning them to keep quiet for now as if he's not the problem. He's sorta trying to give you a chance to breathe and calm down.

You cross your arms again as you look over each and every one of them, almost challenging someone to pick a fight with you so you can focus on that instead of all this. “…what's there to even say? It's not something to be proudly shared.”

“You implied you were a child soldier….” Damian murmurs quietly from where he leans against the wall, he keeps glancing at you and quickly looking away as if he's uncertain about himself.

Cass again tugs on your sleeve and points at herself as soon as you glance back at her. “I was an child assassin.”

You know her well enough by now to know what she's getting at, other people here have gone through hell just to get to grow up.

It makes you sigh quietly and reach up to mess up her hair, surprisingly she let's you, the others in the cave all relax just the tiniest bit when you willingly engage with the girl.

“i know Cass….. So was I.” you can't even look at any of them as you say it, even now you don't trust yourself with their reactions.

Again a silence falls over the cave, though this time you'd expected it, anticipated it even. Because at least you had a moment to gather yourself before you do something stupid here, before you spill your guts to them and ruin what little good they must think they see in you.

You turn and leave before this can go on any further, the stairs creaking under your feet as you quickly trot up them in escape. Multiple people call out to you but you down them all out. You've already taken the face of their loved one, why taint their image of them too. Kill the other you's memory with your bare and bloodless hands.

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A/n: I hope this is okay! This is at a point where reader obviously knows about the bats and they vaguely know a bit about reader, mostly that they're someone with different memories more or less. I was gonna have reader open up a little more but I think it'd be so hard to get anything out of them that much more would just be out of character. If this isn't what you had in mind plz let me know and I'll try again! 💜☺️💜

[teddypines]

Nighttime Troubles

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Summary: Y/N having trouble sleeping with out their dad while their other parents try to calm them down and get Tony back in bed.

Note: Gn!Reader, around 3 years old. Yes Soap is the name of her sheep plushie, because i love my Soapie to much and he needed to be in my story.

Art/picture is from Pinterest, credits go to whoever made it. I just put it together like this.

Translations: Dorogoy = Sweetheart (And expensive, for some reason, if you know why this is please tell me. Translate is weird.)

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Y/N was having a rough couple of nights, the nightmares they had were getting too much for their little mind. Feeling so many big feelings and seeing scary things in their dreams. This didn’t bother the Avengers however, they all loved the little koala. Their koala was a bit of all of them. Their little miracle in life, their light. After defeating Loki everything went pretty fast for the Avengers and just 2 years later they got married, all 6 of them (Tony bribed the minister and the person that would approve the paperwork) and in 2015 their little koala was born. 

Natasha was walking Y/N around the master bedroom, shushing them as she bounced them a bit in her arms. “shhhh, Dorogoy, it’s okay momma is here. No more nightmares, shhh.” She whispered to the little one as Thor came back into the room with a few extra plushies from Y/N’s room. “I didn’t know which one they would want, so i got them all.” Clint laughed a bit and grabbed the little sheep plushie from the stack in Thor’s arm. “This one, Soap, remember this one Thor. Soap is the favorite.” Natasha rolled her eyes and kissed Y/N’s cheeks.

After a few minutes Steve was done warming up Y/N’s bottle and quickly made his way back to the bedroom. “Any progress?” He asked worriedly as he handed Natasha the bottle. “No, not yet, Bruce is still trying to get Tony to come to bed, but he’s probably dealing with his own nightmares.” Clint answered. They all knew that Y/N slept the best between Bruce and Tony. Probably because they liked being in a science sandwich and Bruce and Tony were the warmest out of the parents. Natasha yawned as she sat down on the bed with Y/N. “Thor? Do you still have that story book somewhere? that one with both folktales and fairytales?” She asked, hoping that reading to Y/N would calm them down.

“Yes! I’ll grab it and read to the little one!” Thor cheered as he walked over to the book shelf and grabbed the book Natasha mentioned. He went to the bed and sat next to Natasha and Y/N before starting to read in the soft tone he only used with Y/N. “This one is called ‘The Forest Bride’. There was once a farmer who had three sons,” Thor read to Y/N, and secretly Natasha. Y/N wasn't crying anymore as they suckled on their bottle while listening to Thor reading their favorite story. 

Steve and Clint smiled at the three of them on the bed. “I’ll go check on Bruce and Tony.” Steve said before stepping away from Clint. Sadly Steve jinxed it, Bruce walked into the bedroom. Clint gave Bruce a worried look and opened his arms for him. Bruce walked defeated into Clint’s arms. “I tried, he just won’t listen to me right now. He’s scared to go to bed and then hurt Y/N if he wakes up” Bruce explained quietly. Steve sighed. “I'm going to talk to him, this is the biggest load of bull shit i’ve ever heard, and that is saying a lot.” he fumed before leaving the bedroom. 

Bruce looked over at the bed and saw Natasha asleep against Thor with Y/N on her lap. Thor was still reading the story to their koala. Clint looked down at Bruce. “Wanna go sit with them?” Bruce nodded and Clint smiled as he helped Bruce to the bed. He made sure Natasha, Bruce and Y/N were okay with Thor, who was now happily reading the next story in the book, before following after Steve.

When Clint was close to the lab he could hear Steve and Tony yelling at each other. He walked around the corner and saw Tony tinkering on one of his suites while Steve yelled from Bruce’s desk. 

“Just don’t Steve, just don’t, okay? I am not going to bed!” Tony hissed as he slammed down his screwdriver. “No, I won't let you stay up like this. You have to sleep, you need sleep to function. How are you supposed to take care of yourself or Y/N if you are not sleeping, not well rested. You know it's safe in the bedroom, you know you won’t hurt us or Y/N. You know damn well that you are just running away right now!” Before Steve could say more Clint put a hand on his back and gave him a look. 

Tony looked over at Steve when he didn’t continue his rant. He saw Clint by Steve's side, he let out a big sigh before responding. “I think I know my own health better than you do Star Spangled Banner. Now leave me alone! I do not need this! I do not need sleep. I do not need you, or anyone else to take care of me! I am fine!” He yelled at both his husbands. He didn’t need them, didn't need to be told he wasn't actually doing fine, but even with a few years of therapy and loving partners, Tony could still fall back into old habits. 

Clint tried to reach out for Tony, tried to tell him he was wrong but yelling came from the hallway before he could. A very angry Natasha, followed by Thor and Bruce came Into the lab. Y/N in her arms. “Anthony Edward Stark! Hold your child!” She hissed before handing Y/N over to Tony. Y/N reached out for Tony and he reluctantly took them from Natasha. “Daddy…” Y/N whispered into Tony's shoulder. This broke Tony a bit, not just a bit, but more than he liked to admit.

“I… I think I might need some help… And Someone to take care of me and take me too bed…” Tony admits as he held the little koala. Natasha smiled and grabbed onto Tony's arms. “Let's get you two to bed. Thor will continue his story and you two can cuddle with Bruce. We'll deal with the rest tomorrow” Natasha said before leading Tony away from his work.

Soon after both Y/N and Tony were on the big bed. Thor reads more of his stories to Y/N, and the others. As Bruce held Tony close with Y/N in between their science sandwich. Y/N was already fast asleep when Thor finished the first story. With Natasha following shortly after. Clint was the next one to fall asleep, somewhere between story three and four, happily in Steve’s arms. Thor fell asleep while reading after Steve fell asleep. But Tony stayed awake, like Bruce. Him keeping an eye on Tony. 

“Want to talk about it?” Bruce asked Tony, he was worried. “Not right now. Is that okay? we will talk about this later?” Tony answered to which Bruce pulled him closer, letting Tony be the little spoon. “Yeah, that is okay. But we are going to talk about this, because we are worried and want to help you, because we love you. Just like we love this little koala.” Bruce said before fixing Y/N’s hair a bit. “Just let us help you like you always want to help them.” Tony nodded his head slowly before kissing Y/N’s head. “We’ll talk after I slept for more than 6 hours.”

“Just close your eyes” Bruce whispered before he felt a small kick against his back. “Go to sleep” Steve whisper yelled tiredly. Y/N hugged Tony’s arm and snored a bit as Bruce and Tony finally closed their eyes to sleep.

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Somewhere in the middle of the night Soap, the sheep plushie, fell out of the bed. This was quickly noticed by Y/N who started to wiggle out of the science sandwich. they crawled to the end of the bed and reached over the end towards Soap. they almost had the plushie before losing balance. With a small thud they fell off the bed and hit their bum on the floor. 

Loud crying woke everyone but Clint, he didn’t wake up since he didn't have his hearing aid on. Yes he forgot to take them out after falling asleep next to Thor and the battery was now dead. Steve was the first to get to Y/N he picked up the little one and the sheep. “shhh, baby doll, it’s okay. Daddy is here, shhh, you’re safe in daddy’s arms.” Steve whispered to Y/N. Thor shifted over to Steve and Y/N and carefully took them from Steve. He gently put Y/N underneath his nightshirt and held them and Soap against his chest.

Thor always thought Y/N was given extra sensitive and given bigger emotions by the gods then normal people, or Asgardians. They were he’s sensitive little angel, who needed a lot of touch to feel safe and deal with the big emotions and feelings. “There we go little poptart. Nice and warm with pappa, no one can hurt you here.” Thor rubbed Y/N’s back as he took them back to the bed. Steve smiled at Thor and how comfortable Y/N looked against him. “Owh look at you, are you comfy with pappa?” Natasha asked the sleepy toddler when Thor lay down next to her. Y/N nodded their head and stuck their thumb into their mouth.

“So no need for a science sandwich anymore I see. Well i'll be back in the lab if you all need me” Tony announced and tried to walk past Bruce and Steve. Only for Steve to grab Tony by his shirt collar and pulls him back towards him and Bruce. “You need sleep, Tony. Back in bed.” Steve said in a stern but caring tone. “Or what?” Tony tried. “Or I will lock the lab and you won’t be able to go in until we think you can go in again. No more new Ironman suites or weird nicknacks. No more Peter Parker coming over for his ‘internship’.” Steve answered. The thing about not doing fun science things with Peter did it and Tony walked back to the bed. Tony liked (Loved) Peter too much, some might say he was his son. 

Bruce and Steve made it back to the bed and lay down besides the others. Y/N was already fast asleep again underneath Thor’s shirt. Clint was still asleep and snoring as Natasha cuddled up to him. The others pulled the covers back up and snuggled up before going back to sleep. Tony did try to sneak out of bed again once when he thought everyone was sleeping. only for Steve to pull Tony back onto the bed and hold him against him.