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The Perils of Avenging (Natasha x Civilian!Reader)

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Not me posting for once, also, English class coming in clutch with this one (?)

Natasha Romanoff had faced countless dangers in her life as an Avenger and a former agent of S.H.I.E.L.D., but this particular assignment felt different. It was supposed to be routine reconnaissance — a simple extraction and intelligence gathering operation in a remote part of Eastern Europe. 

Natasha, clad in black tactical gear, reviews the mission parameters one last time with Steve and Sam. The briefing room was starkly lit, seriousness etched on Steve’s face, creating an atmosphere of tense anticipation.

"Remember, our primary objective is to retrieve the data from the Hydra facility without alerting their operatives," Steve reminds them, his voice steady and authoritative. "Natasha, you'll lead the infiltration. Sam and I will provide aerial support and stand by for extraction."

Natasha nods, her mind already calculating possible scenarios and contingencies. She had seen Hydra's resurgence firsthand, remnants of the organization scattered like poisonous tendrils across the globe. This mission is crucial in unraveling their latest operations and preventing further destabilization. 

The team departs from their base under cover of darkness, their Quinjet slicing through the night sky with practiced precision. 

As they approach the drop zone, Natasha's focus intensifies. She’s the first to descend, a shadow slipping silently from the aircraft and disappearing into the dense forest below.

The Hydra facility is nestled deep within the wilderness, its existence hidden from all but the most trained eyes. Natasha moves with grace through the underbrush, her senses attuned to every rustle of leaves and crack of twigs. She approaches the perimeter with caution, utilizing her years of training to evade detection.

Her entrance is swift and silent. Natasha incapacitates the guards with calculated efficiency, swiftly disabling surveillance systems and securing the outer defenses. Each step brings her closer to the heart of the facility, where the encrypted data awaits extraction. The corridors are cold and sterile, lined with doors that lead to rooms filled with ominous machinery and clandestine experiments.

Meanwhile, above the Hydra base, Steve and Sam maintained a vigilant watch from the Quinjet, their eyes scanning the surroundings for any signs of trouble.

Inside the facility, Natasha encounters unexpected resistance. Bullets ricocheted off metal walls, and Natasha’s combat skills like a deadly dance amidst the chaos. The mission had escalated beyond reconnaissance — for now it is a battle for survival.

Minutes pass in a blur of adrenaline and danger. Natasha fights her way deeper into the facility, each confrontation testing her resolve and skill. She sustains minor injuries — a graze here, a bruise there — but her focus remains unwavering. 

Back in the Quinjet, tension mounts as Steve and Sam monitor Natasha's progress. They dispatch drones to provide additional reconnaissance and firepower support, their hearts pounding in unison with every transmission from Natasha.

Suddenly, a burst of static disrupted the comms. Steve's voice crackles through moments later, strained but resolute. "Natasha, report."

There was a tense pause before Natasha's voice came through, breathless but determined. "I've secured the data. Heading to the extraction point."

Relief washes over both Steve and Sam. They guided Natasha through the facility, clearing a path for her retreat while monitoring Hydra's response.

Outside, the night air crackles with tension as Natasha sprints towards the extraction point. She can hear the distant shouts of Hydra operatives closing in, their footsteps echoing through the darkness. Adrenaline surges through her veins, every sense heightened as she navigates the treacherous terrain.

Just as Natasha nears the rendezvous point, a sudden explosion rocks the ground beneath her. Debris rains down, and she is thrown off her feet, the force of the blast sending shockwaves through her body. Pain flares in her left arm, and dazed but determined, Natasha staggers to her feet, her vision blurred. The extraction point is within reach, a beacon of hope amidst the chaos. She sprints towards it, every step a battle against exhaustion and pain.

Meanwhile, in the Quinjet, Steve and Sam watch in horror as the explosion erupts on their screens. "Natasha!" Steve shouts, his voice filled with urgency.

Sam's hands fly over the controls, adjusting their position to provide cover fire. "She's almost there, Cap," he says, his voice tight with concern. "Hold on, Romanoff."

Back on the ground, Natasha pushes herself, the extraction point looms ahead, its promise of safety a tantalizing reality. She can hear the whir of the Quinjet's engines, feel the rush of adrenaline as rescue draws nearer.

With a final burst of energy, Natasha reaches the extraction point. The Quinjet hovers above, its hatch open and waiting. Steve and Sam lean out, their arms extending to pull her aboard amidst a hail of gunfire from Hydra operatives.

Natasha dives into the safety of the Quinjet, her breath coming in ragged gasps as Steve and Sam secure the hatch behind her. She collapses against the cold metal floor, relief flooding her weary body. The data secured, the mission accomplished — but at what cost?

As the Quinjet ascends into the night sky, Natasha's thoughts turn to (Y/n). Her anchor, the steady presence that grounded her in a world of chaos and danger. She knows (Y/n) will be waiting for her back at their shared apartment, her worry and love a beacon of light in the darkness that Natasha had been forced to endure through her childhood.

Hours later, the Quinjet touches down at the Compound, the team dispersing with practiced efficiency. Natasha heads straight for the debriefing room, her mind still processing the events of the mission. Steve and Sam followed close behind, their expressions a mixture of exhaustion and relief.

Inside the debriefing room, Natasha recounts the mission. She details the layout of the Hydra facility, the resistance she’d encountered, and the extraction of vital data. Her voice is steady, betraying none of the turmoil that churns beneath the surface.

Steve and Sam listen intently, asking probing questions and offering insights based on their observations from above in the Quinjet. The debriefing is thorough, every detail scrutinized in their quest for understanding and improvement.

Finally, the debriefing concludes, and Natasha is dismissed to MEDBAY so her injuries could be treated. Steve and Sam accompany her, their concern palpable as they watch the medical team tend to Natasha's wounds.

The MEDBAY is a stark contrast to the chaos of the mission — a haven of sterile surfaces and hushed voices. Natasha sits on the exam table, her mind still reeling from the adrenaline-fueled rush of combat. The medical staff works swiftly, cleaning and stitching her injuries with practiced efficiency.

As Natasha waits for the medical team to finish, her thoughts inevitably turn to (Y/n). Her girlfriend was her constant, the one person who understood the weight of her choices and the dangers she faced every day. Natasha longs for her embrace, her touch a soothing balm to her battered soul.

Finally, the medical assessment is complete, and Natasha is cleared to leave the bay. She dresses in fresh clothes provided by the medical staff, the weight of exhaustion settling heavily upon her shoulders. Steve and Sam wait outside, their concern etched on their faces.

"You did good back there, Nat," Steve says quietly, his voice tinged with admiration. "We'll get through this."

Natasha nods, her gratitude evident in her eyes. "Thanks, Steve," she murmurs, her voice hoarse with exhaustion. "And Sam, you too."

Sam grins, though there is a flicker of worry in his gaze. "Anytime, Nat," he replies, his voice steady despite the underlying concern. "Let's get you back to the safehouse."

The journey back to the apartment is quiet, the hum of the car’s engines a comforting backdrop to Natasha's thoughts. She leans against the cool leather of the seat, her mind drifting between the mission's successes and its costs.

Upon returning to the apartment building, Natasha headed straight for her apartment, her steps heavy with fatigue. She pauses at the doorway, steeling herself before entering. Inside, the living room is bathed in soft lamplight, casting shadows across the walls.

And there, sitting on an armchair reading, is (Y/n). Her presence is a welcome sight, a beacon of warmth and love amidst the darkness of Natasha's thoughts. (Y/n) looks up as Natasha enters, her eyes widening at the sight of Natasha’s disheveled appearance.

"Baby!" (Y/n) exclaims, her voice filled with concern as she rushes to Natasha’s side. "You're back. Are you okay?"

Natasha manages a faint smile, though it doesn’t quite reach her eyes. "Just a scratch," she reassures her girlfriend, though the weariness in her voice betrays her attempt at nonchalance.

(Y/n) frowns, her hands gently cupping Natasha's face as she studies her injuries. "You're hurt," she murmurs softly, her touch gentle against Natasha’s skin.

Natasha leans into (Y/n)’s touch, the tension in her shoulders easing slightly. "It's nothing serious," she insists, though her voice holds a note of weariness. "Just a part of the job."

(Y/n) shakes her head, her expression a mixture of frustration and affection. "You shouldn't have to go through this alone," she says quietly, their voice tinged with concern.

“I don’t have to come home alone anymore,” Natasha murmurs, stepping into a hug offered by her girlfriend. “I have you now.”

“And you’ll always have me,” (Y/n) replies firmly, and Natasha nods, smiling widely into (Y/n)’s shoulder, despite her exhaustion. “Now,” she takes Natasha’s hand, leading her to the bedroom where their cat, Liho, lies at the foot of the bed, “let's get to bed.”

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Thawing the Widow (A Natasha Romanoff Story): Chapter 6 - Frozen Peas

Chapter Summary: Cat's plan kind of fails (is anyone surprised?)... but it also works out? Things happen and she’s reunited with a certain redheaded assassin.

Chapter Warnings: Talking about a mugging, playful threatening with a knife. This is and will be minor friendly! No smut in this story.

Notes: Nat returns this chapter! But this isn’t the last we see of Peter! Thank you to everyone who reblogged/commented/read so far! Getting notifications really encourages me and I enjoy each and everyone one of them. New chapters will come Monday/Thursday 5PM PST (I’m on time FINALLY). Also idk if I should make a tag list but if so lmk who’s interested! Happy reading!

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"That was awesome!" Cat breathed as Spider-Man dropped her and Taco back on the ground. Her heart was still beating fast from the exhilaration. Swinging around New York was similar to riding a roller coaster, albeit a faster, steeper, more dangerous one with significantly less elbow room.

Spider-Man looked around the abandoned streets warily. "Um… are you sure this is where you wanted me to drop you off?"

Cat made sure she had the right dark alley. Granted, all the dark alleys looked generally the same in New York, but she had a great mind for directions. And she was pretty sure she was at the right place. If she squinted, she could spot a few familiar landmarks. And… there! If she could get a little closer, she could just make out the sliver of the door on the side of the wall.

The door of the safehouse.

"This is the one," she confirmed.

"If you're sure," he said. "Is there anything I can do to help? I don't think I have any cash on me— wait—" He awkwardly patted himself down for cash, even though Cat couldn't see how any pockets could possibly be hidden in the folds of his spandex. "Yeah, no cash. Sorry."

Cat suddenly had an idea. "Can I have your autograph?"

"What?"

"You know, to sell it," she said unremorsefully. "It might help me make some money. Sorry if that's offensive. I need everything I can get right now."

"Oh, that's really smart. I didn't even think of that. I don't have any paper, do you?"

Cat rummaged around in her backpack. She had a few souvenirs, a mug that was only a little cracked, some pieces of cardboard, and an I-Heart-New-York sweatshirt that was slightly too large for her. Lastly, she pulled out an extra thick sharpie. She'd gotten most of the items in the soup kitchen cupboards, or at homeless shelters.

Spider-Man quickly scribbled his signature on all of them, leaving little sweet but unnecessary notes. "Here you go."

"I'm really grateful for this," she told him.

Before handing the sharpie back, he paused. He stared at her for a long time. "Are you going to be okay?"

She glared at him. "Of course I am!" she said indignantly. "I'm tough, you know."

"I know. You're pretty neat, Cat."

"You're not so bad yourself, Spider-Man."

He awkwardly placed his hand on her shoulder, then removed it almost instantly. "Well, just know that if you're ever in trouble, I'll always be around. Just… scream for help, or something." He patted Taco on the head. "Bye, cute beagle." He shot a web up into a ledge of a building. He made a peace sign at her as he yanked himself into the air. "See ya, Cat!"

"Bye!" Cat called after him as he swung out of view.

I'll be okay, she thought.

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She was so not going to be okay.

"Damn," she swore under her breath, jamming her knife in the lock for the eighth time in the dim hopes that it would work that time.

Cat dug it in harder, twisting and turning every which way. She was waiting for the telltale clicks and shifts, but they didn't come. Instead, the knife was met with a stubborn wall that blocked it from moving in further. She'd been there for at least ten minutes, with a sinking heart. They'd changed the locks.

"Damn it!"

Taco barked. Cat liked to imagine she was sharing her frustration.

Frustrated and disappointed, Cat gave up. Plan A was a no-go. She'd have to find somewhere else to sleep. Which actually really sucked, because it was freezing. The wind was blowing with a frigid ferocity that night. She tried to yank the knife out of the lock, but it was stuck.

She swore again, tugging at the knife, but it stayed stubbornly stuck. Her grip slipped and she fell backwards onto the ground, landing hard. Oww. She groaned. Taco jumped up and padded over to her, licking her face.

Despite Taco being adorable as always, Cat was miserable. Her hands and face were numb with cold. She could hardly feel her fingertips. She was shivering in her feeble, tightly stretched coat and thin leggings that offered no protection from the cold. She'd been looking forward to the warm, welcoming safehouse, but now even that wasn't an option. The good thing was, the cold did a good job of numbing the pain on her face and ribs. She had long gotten used to the throb of pain.

Cat got to her feet, shaking with exhaustion. She took a shaky breath, steeling herself. Her eyes narrowed and she gritted her teeth. Whether she was getting into the safehouse or not, she sure as hell was getting her knife back.

She rubbed her hands together, trying to generate some warmth into them. She wrapped her hands around the hilt of the knife, and raised her left foot to a position over the lock. Taco watched her with a perplexed expression, as if asking her what the hell she thought she was doing. Pushing off of her left foot, leaning sideways, she tugged at the knife as hard as she could.

The knife came loose. Cat couldn't regain her balance quickly enough, so she went flying backwards, slamming into the opposite wall with a sickening crash. She collapsed to the floor with a heap. For a moment, Cat laid there, breathing hard, and felt impossibly tired. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad to fall asleep right there…

Then, she heard something moving behind the door. With a grunt of pain, Cat forced herself to her feet. She held her knife to her side, the slightest sliver of hope in her heart.

The door groaned open.

"You're making an awful lot of noise," Natasha said.

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Natasha didn't say a word as she led Cat into the living room, and gestured to the table. Cat took a seat and watched as Natasha took out a bag of dog food from one of the cabinets and poured it into a bowl for Taco. Taco leapt on it eagerly.

"Do you have a dog?" Cat asked out of curiosity.

"No."

"Why do you have dog food?"

She shrugged. "Why not?"

Cat took that as a good enough answer. Natasha wordlessly passed her a box of Chinese takeout. The smell of it had been filling up the kitchen. Cat dug in the moment she had it in her hands, feeling impossibly luckier and happier than she had in weeks. She ate like she was starving— probably because she was.

Natasha was silent, watching her as she devoured the takeout. Once Cat had eaten almost half of it, she gently tugged it out of Cat's hands.

"Sorry," Cat said immediately, scooting back in her chair. "I didn't mean to eat so much, I just—"

"Relax," Natasha said. "I'll give it back. You don't want to eat too fast or too much, or you'll throw up."

"Right." Cat took a deep breath. "Thanks."

"Here."

Natasha passed her a mug of steaming brown liquid. For a moment, Cat got excited, thinking it was coffee. When she took a sip and the taste of hot chocolate slammed into her, she wasn't too disappointed. It was surprisingly good. She was mostly glad Natasha had decided to let her in at all.

Cat wrapped her hands around the mug, trying to let the warmth of the room envelope her in its embrace. She relished in the moment, having a warm place to stay, food, and water. She shivered, remembering that it was only temporary and soon she'd have to be back out in the streets.

Cat couldn't take the silence. "Do you live here?" she asked.

"Sometimes," she answered vaguely.

"How did you know I was outside?"

"Like I said, you were making a lot of noise. I didn't think that was possible, considering those walls are about two feet thick."

"You changed your locks," Cat said resentfully.

"It's called a safehouse for a reason," Natasha pointed out. "What would be the point if persistent little orphans like you could break in?"

"I didn't think anyone would be inside."

"And that makes it okay?" Natasha asked pointedly.

"Um… no," Cat said, trying to sound remorseful. "Sorry."

Another bout of silence passed. Cat was trying to think of a way to ask for the takeout back. Her hunger was still rearing its little ugly head inside of her. But Natasha was holding the box just out of arm's reach.

"What happened to your face?"

"Nothing."

"I said, what happened to your face?" Natasha asked again, this time with an edge to her voice. Her eyes had narrowed.

"And I said," Cat fired back, "nothing."

"I gave you food," Natasha pointed out. Cat eyed the takeout box. "I could've left you out there in the cold. The least you could do is give me a straight answer."

Cat bit her lip. That was true. What would be the harm in telling her? Her stomach whined, yearning for the takeout. Still, some part of her didn't want Natasha to know. She stayed silent.

Natasha sensed the shift in her silence. She pushed the takeout box toward Cat, just a little. Cat reached for it, but then Natasha pulled it away. Cat looked up at Natasha with a mixture of betrayal and confusion. No food?

"Answer the question, and you can have it."

Cat scoffed. "That's not going to work on me."

"We'll see," Natasha said with an infuriating amount of certainty.

Cat worked her jaw. She crossed her arms and leaned back, defiant. Natasha stared back with an equal amount of fierceness. Cat's stomach growled painfully. It was loud enough so that even Natasha heard. She raised her eyebrows. Then, the smell of the takeout got to Cat.

"I tripped."

"You tripped."

"Yes."

"Try again."

"Fine. I got mugged." Cat lunged for the takeout box.

Natasha held it just out of reach, again. "Excuse me?"

"You're excused."

"Who mugged you?"

"How do you expect me to know? They weren't keen on doing icebreakers, and there wasn't enough time for me to run a facial recognition program."

"What did they want?"

Cat crossed her arms. "I thought you said I only had to answer one question. This seems like a lot more than one."

Natasha passed the takeout box to her. Cat started eating with a fervor. She was starting to feel a little full, but too full was better than too empty. She'd learned on the streets that she never knew when her next meal was going to be. If overeating to the point of throwing up meant she could spend another night without starving, that was what she was going to do.

Natasha got up and left, then came back with a first aid kit and a bag of frozen peas. She watched Cat wolf down the food with a horrified fascination.

"Slow down. You're scaring me."

Cat made a show of chewing for a long time before swallowing. The food in the takeout box was almost gone. She polished off the last bit, feeling satisfied for the first time in weeks. She started on the hot chocolate next, tipping the mug over until the last drop fell into her mouth.

Finally, she settled back into the chair with a sigh.

Natasha passed her the bag of frozen peas.

Cat stared at the bag of frozen peas. "What am I supposed to do with this?"

"Put it on your face, idiot."

Cat pressed it to the bruise on her face. She winced. "Ow."

"Don't be a baby. So, what did the muggers want?" Natasha repeated.

Cat sighed, long and drawn-out. Natasha had been awfully nice to her. She was lucky to be in a warm room with hot chocolate and takeout instead of shivering out in the cold. The least she could do was provide her with a little information.

"Money. They saw me give, like, twenty dollars to this Girl Scout, but it was pretty much the last of it. I kept telling them I didn't have any more, but you'd be surprised at how dumb they are."

"I'm not. How did you get away?"

Cat grinned. "Oh, funny story, actually. You know that guy, Spider-Man?"

"Sure. We've met a few times."

Cat gaped at her for a moment, having forgotten that Natasha was the Black Widow. She probably had met Spider-Man before. "You have?"

Natasha shrugged. "He's a good fighter. He's a bit of a talker, but a decent guy. We didn't really do the whole 'getting to know you' thing. We were mostly focused on trying to beat the crap out of Steve and his groupies."

Steve… Cat thought. Who was Captain America. Natasha was on a first name basis with Captain America— obviously— which was so cool.

"Yeah, anyway, Spider-Man swooped in and beat up all the muggers and stuck them on the wall. Then he swung me here. I asked him to autograph all my stuff so I could sell it."

"Hmm." Natasha moved the bag of peas from Cat's eye to see the bruise. "How hurt are you?"

Cat's ribs were aching, but she knew they weren't broken. Maybe bruised. It was mostly her face that was hurting, but the frozen peas had done a good job of numbing the area. "I'm fine. My ribs hurt a little, but—"

Without warning, Natasha reached out and prodded her side. Cat yelped, more shock than hurt, and thrust her hands up in front of her to defend herself.

"Jesus! Could you warn me before you do that?"

"Where does it hurt?" Natasha asked unapologetically.

"Just… like, around here."

Cat stayed stiff as Natasha pressed lightly against her ribs, examining them. "They're just bruised," she told her.

"Yeah, looks like it."

"You know, I could've told you that if you'd just asked instead of prodding me like some kind of lab rat."

Natasha straightened, looking her in the eye. She had an unnerving habit of doing that. Her piercing eyes were impossible to avoid. "So, tell me. What's your plan?"

"My plan?" Cat echoed.

Natasha raised her eyebrows. "Yes. Your plan for living on the streets, finding a job, feeding yourself, making sure you don't die. Unless you don't have one?"

"Of course I have a plan," Cat said, not wanting to admit that she did not, in fact, have any sort of plan. "I'm going to go to homeless shelters and the soup kitchens to get food. And I'm going to get a lot of canned food from pretending to be a Girl Scout. And I'll learn everything I need to know in the library— Don't make that face!"

Natasha's smirk reverted into a suspiciously convincing blank expression. "What face?"

"Like you think I'm some silly little kid who has no idea what she's doing. I'm really good at memorizing things. I could learn everything I need to learn in the library— You're making the face again!"

The second time, Natasha didn't bother to disguise her skepticism. "Yeah, because it's a crappy plan."

"It's not a crappy plan."

"Really? Then why'd you end up here, of all places?"

"Because I—"

"—had nowhere else to go?" Natasha finished.

She took Cat's sulky silence as an affirmation and plowed on.

"You don't have a consistent source of income. How do you expect to pay for things like new clothes, necessities, or literally anything you need to survive? You're also an easy target because you're young and you barely know how to defend yourself. You got mugged, which I promise will not be the worst situation you'll find yourself in, and you only just scraped by."

"I can defend myself," Cat protested. She thought she did a rather good job of fending herself off against the muggers, considering the circumstances. "I have a knife!" She grabbed it from the pocket of her jacket and pointed it at Natasha.

What happened next Cat almost couldn't explain in words. It happened so quickly. In one swift motion, Natasha lunged over the table and did something weird and uncomfortable with her arm, twisting and maneuvering it forcefully so that Cat's shoulder slammed down on the table. Cat glanced up, straining her neck, to see that the knife had made its way into Natasha's grip. It all happened in a matter of seconds. Cat could've blinked and missed it.

"What… the hell," she breathed. Also, ow. Her shoulder.

Natasha released her. Cat grabbed her shoulder, wincing. "Just because you have a knife doesn't mean you can defend yourself." She examined the knife distastefully. "This a kitchen knife."

"That wasn't fair," Cat grumbled. "You're the Black Widow. I stood no chance."

"So? You think a bunch of muggers are gonna go easy on you just because you're a little homeless girl? Haven't you've already learned that?"

Cat crossed her arms. "Okay, I get it. My plan is a crappy plan. It's not like you have a better one."

"Of course I do. I'll take you there myself."

All at once, alarm raced through her. Cat's feet slammed onto the ground. She pushed the chair away from the table with a loud screech and stood up. "You're not taking me to CPS."

Natasha rolled her eyes. "I'm not. Sit down."

Cat lowered herself back in the chair cautiously. "Then where are you going to take me?"

"I own an apartment not far away from here. I barely use it, so you could crash there for the time being."

For several moments, Cat couldn't speak. "W-what?"

"What is it with you and making me repeat myself twice?" Natasha groused. "Did you not hear the first time?"

"I heard," Cat snapped, recovering quickly. "Does it have heating?"

"Yes."

"And a plumbing system?"

"Yes."

"And coffee?"

Natasha frowned. "Of course."

"And Fruit Loops?"

"No."

"Oh."

"I could get some Fruit Loops," Natasha offered.

"Thank you," Cat mumbled, staring into the distance. This was impossible, right? There was no way something this good could happen to her. Her attention snapped back to Natasha, who was still staring at her.

"Why are you helping me?" Cat demanded. "This isn't a trick, is it?"

"Are you always this paranoid?"

"Wouldn't you be?"

"Fair enough," Natasha admitted. "But you just have to trust me."

"I don't trust anyone," Cat said.

Something changed in Natasha's expression. Her eyes were faraway, looking into the distance. "You remind me of myself," she said. "I didn't want to rely on anyone either. But sometimes it's better to have people around you, people who are going to catch you when you fall."

Cat thought it was a bunch of bull. The more people she trusted, the more likely they could hurt or betray her.

"Anyway," Natasha continued briskly, abandoning her dreamy-eyed gaze, "you don't have any other choice. You can choose to go back in the streets and inevitably end up starving, poor, and out of options. Or, you could come with me."

"You promise you won't call CPS?"

"Sure."

That wasn't convincing enough for Cat. "I don't believe you."

Natasha rolled her eyes. "What, you want me to swear on a blood oath or something?"

That gave Cat an idea. She stuck out her pinky finger. "Pinky promise."

Natasha looked down at it. "This is hardly a legally binding contract."

"Pinky promise," Cat insisted. "The most unbreakable of promises."

Natasha linked her pinky with Cat's.

Cat nodded importantly. "The deed is done."

Natasha shook her head, bemused. "You're ridiculous."

Cat got to her feet. "So when are we leaving?"

"Slow down there, Turbo." Natasha got up as well and led her to the couch. Taco had noticed and followed them. "You look like you're about to kneel over. When was the last time you slept?"

When was the last time she'd slept? She honestly couldn't remember. "I don't know."

"Sleep first. Then we'll go."

"Okay," Cat agreed, too tired to argue. Her head felt like it was stuffed with cotton, and everything hurt. She just wanted to fall asleep and never wake up. She laid down on the couch, resting her head on the arm rest. Taco jumped up and laid on her chest. It was a lot more comfortable than the chair she'd been tied to the first time she'd been here.

"Hey," she said with her eyes closed.

Natasha's voice came from a little to her left. "What?"

"Can you teach me how you did that knife thing?"

Cat didn't hear Natasha's response, because she was already drifting off to sleep.

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Notes: Thank you for reading! Please let me know what you think! Also my asks are open so feel free to drop anything there too!

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Based on this post!.

Your beloved Natasha.

avenger!gf!Natasha Romanoff! x civilian!cafe!owner!reader.

Trigger warnings: some negative self talk, mental health issues mentioned, slight homophobia, nevertheless, a sweetness overload off fluff.

Natasha Romanoff, the romantic she ever is at heart, who wouldn't show that to anyone but you and you only. Her beloved. Her light. Her everything.

Surprises you a visit at your work, you've already complained to her jokingly that your co workers are all gossiping about the one and only avenger the famous black widow coming to the cafe just to see you and flirt with you constantly, that they are suspecting more between the two of you and you can't hide forever. Nat likes it though and loves to tease you about it.

She understands where you're coming from though. She hears your worries and concerns, Nat will happily sit there and listen to you talk about everything and anything for hours upon hours, holding you close, reassuring you as many times as she can to bring ease to you. But she gets it. She knows when you're actually serious and want to discuss important stuff with her, she will be by your side regardless, and make sure not to let anything bad happen to her beloved.

(this girl will straight up kill for you.)

As she comes into your work, with a bright, cocky smile, seeing you immediately at the counter with a raised eyebrow at her as if you don't look happy to see her, which you definitely are. Your cheeks burn as customers look at her, even though she doesn't go on press a lot or talk as much to the public as captain America does, she's still pretty well known. The kids especially know her and love her, even the elders are fond of your Natasha, and you find that incredibly sweet as you know she has those thoughts that get to her in the dark of night when it's her brain being mean to her, telling her that everyone would be fine without her here. And you're always there to kiss those mean thoughts away, making sure she knows how loved and safe she is.

As she greets you with a kiss, doesn't care who's watching, she smiles at you.

"I have a surprise for you when you come home tonight" she suggests with a small smirk.

God you're already flustered mess already, as you try to gather your words to speak.

"what's the occasion? I would have known if it's your birthday or a gala or our anniversary."

She shakes her head with a soft look on her face.

"none of those, don't worry моя любовь." She mutters sweetly, wanting to kiss you more as her eyes go down to your lips.

She's really not subtle, is she?.

Sadly, the moment is ended quicker than you both had hoped as a customer interrupts you two.

"uh sorry, can I get my order?" He asked, clearly looking uncomfortable.

Natasha fought the urge to roll her eyes, so did you.

You nodded at her, as she knew what you meant and walked away after sending you a wink.

Your cheeks burned hotter than the sun.

"yes, hi, what can I get you?."

-

You weren't too shocked to see Natasha waiting for you, already at the front door as she heard you coming from a mile away (you're not sure how she knows, but you appreciate it) and immediately you're greeted with her lips.

"hmf! Hi!" You mumbled through the kiss as you laughed, placing your hands on her hips.

Her hands traveled up your body, practically groping you as she grabbed at your ass from behind, causing you to let out a squeal.

"baby" you whined.

"sorry, can't help myself when you look that good."

"I smell like shit" you pouted.

"still I'd eat you" she said proudly, walking away as your eyes widened at her.

You shake your head, letting out a chuckle as you chase after her.

But before you could fully see what was happening, she covered your eyes with her hands.

"don't peak, sweetheart" she murmured, her voice sending a chill down your spine.

You bit down on your lip, humming as she lead you through your home.

She ended up making you sit down on what you assumed was a chair, maybe the dining table? Who knows. You were so tempted to open your eyes, just to disobey her, play with her, but you knew something about tonight felt special, yet every night and day with her was special.

It was never a dull moment.

"open."

You hear her say, you happily do so.

The first thing you saw was red roses. Which, you liked the romantic gesture from her, but then you saw more and more flowers all piled neatly into a bouquet. It was beautiful. Of course, Nat would wait all day for you just to treat you to something sweet like this. It was worth it.

Your eyes started to well up with tears.

"honey? Are you okay?-" she immediately got up, worried look on her pretty face as you fought back the urge to cry.

"I'm fine I'm fine, I just. No one has ever done this to me before. I'm just. Overwhelmed. Not in a bad way, it's a good overwhelming feeling" you choked back a sob, looking into her eyes. "God I love you so much."

She smiles, pressing her lips to yours and pulling you in closer.

"I love you more than anything."

-

Later during the night, as you're wrapped up in a warm blanket, covering you and Natasha as her arms were over your shoulder, and you felt warm and happy inside, you couldn't even focus on the movie, only just her, and the bouquet of flowers that were placed on the dining table, where they'd get plenty of sun.

"I'm curious of what the type of flowers you choose mean" you randomly asked her.

"hmm? Oh, well, I didn't really think all that through -" she said, looking embarrassed as she scratched the back of her neck shyly, you chuckled, kissing her cheek.

"I still love it, it's just interesting what you picked. Even if you didn't mean to, it means a lot to me, I absolutely love it."

She blushes.

[natsarrownecklacx]

Cruelty Is An Art Form

Natasha Romanoff x Reader

Word count- 1,920

Summary- Your the daughter of one of New York’s most known Mob leaders. Unfortunately, you’ve caught the attention of New York’s most feared Mob leader, Natasha Romanoff.

Warnings- Minors this fic isn’t for you, Allusion to murder, Dark Mob Natasha, Thigh riding, marking, allusion to non con.

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There is no evil known to mankind worse than Natasha Romanoff. Of this, you are almost certain. 

Sure there are other terrible things that plague the world like famine, natural disasters and horrific diseases, but the difference between Natasha and all of those things is that, when it comes to how they affect people, it isn’t their fault. All of those things are more or less out of our control, and the way they impact people, out of their control. 

Natasha however, is practiced with her cruelty. Each and every ounce of pain and suffering she inflicts is calculated and purposefully. She takes a pride in it that could only be measured to that of a parent towards their child or an artist towards their art.

Usually when a person contains this type of passion for cruelty it would be contained to the unfortunate few people who find themselves in the presence of the evil being who cultivates it. For example serial killers or people with an affinity for torture and their victims.

Sadly this isn’t the case with Natasha Romanoff, who has enough power and influence that her cruelty spans over hundreds if not thousands of people, even if they do not realize it. As the leader of one of the most powerful and dangerous gangs in New York City, Natasha’s control spans just over triple the city's population. 

She is known throughout the underworld of gang leaders as the “black widow”, the name being given to her in recognition of the countless bodies she has left up and down the coast of many cities across the globe. 

No one would dare mess with her, in any way, unless they had a death wish. Even then, unless that person wanted to die in the most slow and torturous ways even the darkest minds could not conceive, they would stay far, far away from her. 

Which is something you’ve, thankfully, managed to do for all twenty years of your life, despite your fathers standing as a rival gang leader in New York. One that, for the past few months, Natasha has been taking territory from.

To Natasha anyone other than herself and the few people of her inner circle are merely ants ready to be squashed under her boot at a moments notice, even purely for her own twisted entertainment. So she did not know, nor did she care, who’s territory she was taking over, nor did she fear any backlash from the unknown ant.

Your father let her behavior slide, for the sake of peace and to avoid the possibility of innocent civilians getting harmed in the crossfire if he were to start a war between his own gang and the widows. 

He has warned you to stay far away from her, away from any territory she deemed her own, in fear that she may recognise you and harm you for the sake of sending a message to not only him but the other leaders in the city. 

So you did as he asked and stayed away, not wanting to cause any problems for your father or anyone else. But how were you to know that while you were on a night out with your friends that the redhead would choose the exact bar you occupied and claim it as her own, killing the previous owner where he sat in his office before strolling her way up to the bar to order herself a glass of vodka.

Natasha sits at the bar, glass in hand as she lazily surveys the room, looking for someone to sate her need for the night, getting her use out of the unwitting victim before killing them.

As she moves her gaze around the room her eyes land on you, a pretty girl on the dance floor moving her hips along to the music in a way that catches Natasha’s attention and stops her mid way raising her glass to her mouth. 

She watches you for a few moments, her darkening eyes drinking in every sway and move of your body as you lose yourself to the music and atmosphere around you, dangerously unaware of the predator approaching. 

Natasha is unaware of who you are and in all honesty, she doesn’t care, her plan for you remains the same. Act like the sweet gentle woman she never will be, convince you to accompany her back to her mansion, use you like a toy until the sun comes up and then discard you like the broken used thing you will be once she's finished with you. 

Natasha approaches you, reaching a hand out to your waist, moving her body against yours to the beat of the music. She treads lightly, not wanting to scare you off before she can get you at least into her car. The idea of making a public scene tonight just seems like an annoying headache for the redhead.

Feeling a feminine body slid in behind you mould to your own does not bother you, even as her hands slid sensually around your waist, pulling you flush against her. You relish in the attention from the unknown woman. 

Natasha drags her lips against the pulse point of your neck causing you to tilt your head back, needing to give her more room. She suctions her lips to your neck, intent on leaving a mark and branding you as hers. Her toy for the night, her slut made to proudly wear her marks. 

You can’t help the moan that quietly spills from your lips at the action, leaning your head back against her shoulder and moving your left hand up to grip the hair on the back of her neck, holding her in place while she leaves her marks on your skin. 

Natasha slides her arms fully around your waist, tightening her hold on you and locking you in place as she slots her thigh between your legs. Your breath catches in your throat at the action and a whimper follows soon after when the mystery woman whispers “Move your hips, baby” in your ear hotly. 

You do as she says, moving your hips slowly up and down her suit clad thigh. Her warm mouth continues its attack on the delicate skin of your neck, nipping and biting every so often to ensure her marks are clear. 

The whole interaction makes you want to melt against her, melt into her, succumb to the pleasure the woman is bringing you. That is, until she tenses the muscles in her leg, the hard muscle hitting your clit just right in a way that has you moaning out “fuck” and tightening your hold on the redheads hair to the point that you cause her pain. 

Natasha bites down hard on your neck in retaliation, the force of her teeth strong enough to nearly draw blood. 

You gasp and quickly jerk your body away from her. Natasha loosens her hold, allowing you to turn and face her but still keeps you in her grasp. You spin around quickly, determined to tell her off for such a violent act. 

Your breath is stolen from your lungs the second your eyes land on the woman your father spent countless day’s warning you away from. 

Your eyes fill with fear, something that doesn’t go unnoticed by the redhead, and you try to take a step back. 

Natasha only tightens her grip on your waist, a smirk falling against her lips while confusion flickers behind her eyes. She can see from the look on your face that you know who she is, what she is capable of, yet she doesn’t know how. Word of the infamous black widow isn’t exactly common knowledge with the civilians in the city. 

“You know me.” Natasha muses, tilting her head to the side slightly, her eyes lighting up when she feels you try to step away from her again. “And you're afraid.” She says, the smirk on her face nearly doubling in size, as she takes a step toward you. 

Your eyes move frantically around the room, desperately looking for the men your father sent with you everywhere. Your body guards, as you call them, or your “protection detail” as they like to call themselves. 

Natasha’s hold on your waist tightens again, pulling you flush with her front and ignoring your attempts to squirm away. Your attention turns back to her and you have to gulp down your fear at the sight of the look in her eyes. It truly feels to you as though she is a starved, deranged predator and you are her prey. 

Natasha takes a moment to look you over, appraising you, while you squirm under her heavy stare, your eyes move away from her, unable to continue looking at her with the intensity of the moment.

“You're a pretty little thing aren’t you.” Natasha muses, gripping your jaw in her rough, calloused fingers and forcing you to look at her. Using her hold on your face she pulls you closer to her, until you are just a breath away. 

Your mind tells you to slap her, to spit in her face, kick her between the legs and run as fast as your feet can carry you. Your survival instincts tell you otherwise, screaming at you that if you want to survive then you have to keep her as calm as possible until your fathers men realize where you are.

So you stand as still as you can, your hands making fists at your sides in an attempt to keep them from shaking. Natasha’s eyes glance down to your clenched fists, a smile sliding its way onto her face before her eyes move back to your face.

She moves her mouth next to your ear, her warm breath hitting your skin while she whispers to you. “Let me tell you a secret little dove.” You feel her lips smile against your skin, trailing a short path up and down the skin of your cheek before she speaks again. “I like it when pretty girls like you are afraid. The look you all get in your eyes when your afraid for your life…” 

Natasha moves her hands to rest on the small of your back, moving your body in one swift jerk so that your thigh rests between her legs. She doesn’t waste a second before grinding down on the plush skin of your thigh, a grown falling from her lips at sensation. “... it gets me so, so wet, angel.” 

Natasha feels more than hears the gasp that leaves your mouth, feels the air hit her face as she pulls back to look at you again. That annoying smirk is back on her face, her eyes dark with lust and need. You jerk your leg from between hers, narrowing your eyes at the fake pout she wears at the action.

Natasha tucks a strand of hair behind your ear, her eyes never leaving your face as she whistles a tune you’d never heard before. Within the blink of an eye nearly fifty bodies hit the floor, each of them going down silently, without so much as a scream, as though someone had simply powered them off.

You look around in shock and horror, your mind running through how she could have done something like that and if you’d be next. 

“Don’t worry, angel.” Natasha coos, her voice a poor imitation of someone attempting to be soothing. “I won’t kill you.” She smiles, bringing her hands up to cup your face.

“You're of no use to me dead.”

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A/n- Currently obsessed with dark mob boss Nat, let me know what you think so far, part two will be out this day next week

Part Two

[bagdaddyb]

Hi!! Oh my gosh seeing you posting again was such a huge joy and surprise for me I’m so glad to read your new work!!!

I was wondering if you could write a wanda maximoff x fem!reader ABO fic where either Wanda or reader are new to the team with a whole bunch of pining where they eventually figure out that they are each others mate? You can make either Wanda or reader alpha/omega!

It’s super okay if you aren’t feeling this request, either way I’m so excited to read more of the amazing work you share with us!!!

Hiiiii! So I got super carried away with this and I originally intended for this to be mean emo Wanda but sweet soft Wanda took over, I hope you enjoy! 💗

Pairing: alphag!p Wanda x omega fem! spyReader

Warning: Sickeningly Sweet, 18+ MINOR DNI NSFW NSFW

AN: Wanda 🥰

You'd only been on the team for a year when the mess with Ultron happened. It all happened so fast, you could barely process everything happening around you before something new would arise. Sitting across from Natasha sipping coffee as you spied on the twin alphas you felt the most relaxed you had in weeks. Natasha kept glancing their way while your focus stayed on her, two people staring was more suspicious than one. You and the red head proved to be a good team over the past year. Two omega spies flying under everyones radar. The world still assumed the Black Widow a one woman show and no one would ever believe her to be an omega. The breeze felt nice on your back, bringing a hand up to tuck your hair behind your ear before looking down at your coffee.

"This has been a real shit show eh?"

Your voice held a familiar accent one you'd grown used to using under your many aliases. Natasha's eyes returned to you as she sipped her own drink.

"Not anymore than usual."

You hummed in response eyes wondering to the innocent civilians around you. Sipping your own cup you wonder if life would be better among them. Oblivious to the realities of the world to caught up in your own day to day menial task. The weight of this job seemed to weigh a bit heavier on your shoulders everyday, the question of wether the people you save amounts to the people you don't plaguing.

"S toboy vse v poryadke?" (Are you alright?)

The red head ask and you nod eyes returning to hers.

"Tired, it seems everytime we try to relax something detrimental in the world happens. I wonder what it would do without us."

A small chuckle escapes Natasha despite the truth in your words, her eyes shooting to the pair on her right once more. Though not a 'graduate' of the red room you hold your own tramatic story. Experimented on in the basement of Oscorp for years you'd been turned into a lab rat by the corpo bastards that owned the building. You'd escaped only three years ago, changed. Transformed into a human machiene, non-aging, ridiculously strong with a sirens song. You did the only thing you could and played the cards you were delt. Seducing mediocre alphas out of millions before any one even got a whiff of your existence but you could truly only thank Natasha for that. It wasn't until Natasha was taken down but the Black Widow kept striking that shield realized there was more than met the eye. It was Tony himself that went undercover to catch you and honestly had he not been an Avenger with intel he would of ended up caught himself. Another rich egotistical alpha who thought himself on top of the world. You didn't go down easy and spent a week in a cell before even uttering a word. In retrospect it all seems silly now you often think about how much time you wasted fighting the people who wanted nothing more than to help you. Eyes lifting to Natasha's face you can't help but feel greatful for the opportunity she's given you to help others like you.

"They're on the move."

You hum in acknowledgment before finishing off your drink mind finally wondering to the matter at hand. Your mission was recruitment nothing more. Ultron having been made unreasonably strong by the twins he somehow came to be in alliance with. You'd gained enough information merely listening in on their conversation, so you and Natasha retreated returning to the group in order to solidify your advances. Standing in time with Natasha you link your arm in hers smiling before chatting away about absolutely nothing in russian. Missing the way a certain alpha glanced your way when your scent drifted down wind. It only took twenty four hours for everything to go to shit almost a record breaker in your books. Ultron whineded up to be nothing after the male alpha was nere fatally injured the red headed woman taking care of him like clockwork. Luckily your team stood nearby able to quickly extract the alpha towards safety and medical attention. You worked efficiently getting him secured before moving to help the rest of your team fight off Ultron's bots and it isn't until the end when you stand with the support of Thor that you realize the red headed alpha had come with you. Returning to the compound there is tension on the quinjet. The group unsure what to do with the twin alphas who quite literally just tried to murder them and it causes you to roll your eyes.

"You could at least not talk about them as if they aren't right there."

You scold before moving towards the pair. The red head having been unmoving crouched over her unconscious brother.

"Privet." (Hello.)

You say making yourself known as you approach the alpha causing her to glance up at you.

"On dolzhen polnost'yu vyzdorovet'." (He should make a full recovery.)

You speak in a whisper trying to be soft.

"YA uveren, chto on ne khotel by, chtoby vy bespokoilis'." (I'm sure he wouldn't want you to worry.)

The woman merely returns her eyes to the unconscious man below her.

"Will you lock us up? Treat us once again like dogs?"

Your eyebrows raise and your posture straightens.

"No of course not, everyone deserves a second chance. You believed you were fighting for the right thing, there are many on this team who have been in a similar circumstance. Do not believe simply because we are labeled supergeroi that none of us have a dark past." (Superheroes)

With that you take your leave allowing the woman to be with her loved one. Upon returning to the compound you go into seclusion, you needed a break both mentally and physically. Just a few days where the world wasn't ending and it was entirely up to you to save it. Six days later you emerge slightly re-energized and fresh ready for the next catastrophe. The first place you visit is the gym already hearing Natasha's scolding on breaking your routine as you pass the common room you see the two twins on the couch alone. In this light you see them both clearly, while they hold the title twin they couldn't look more different. You study them both your eyes lingering on the red head. She was an attractive alpha, very attractive. You hear the tv playing but don't recognize the program they have on. Detouring into the room you catch their attention waving as you approach.

"Hello, I am rather embarrassed to say we never formally met. I am (Y/N) nice to meet you both."

You bow your head in greeting sending them a bright smile and both of them seem to freeze obviously caught off guard by your friendly approach. The male recovers first standing up before bowing his head back and sticking out his hand.

"Pietro, and that is my sestra Wanda."

You recognize his accent reaching to grip his hand in yours.

"A pleasure, I hope you two are adjusting well."

It isn't until then his sister jumps up a slight flush on her cheeks.

"It has been familiar, we are rather alienated but that is how it has always been."

You hum in response fighting back the disappointment in your expression.

"Don't fret, we are a group of antisocial extroverts forced to be in a group setting. Well expect for Tony but it just takes us all time to engage and meet new people, they will come around before long."

You finish with a smile.

"Have you two at least been taken care of? Food, water, lodging?"

They nod simultaneously and its enough for you.

"Good well I'm off to the gym, don't be strangers."

With that you leave not taking note of the full face flush on the woman's face.

"Kto-nibud' nashel svoyu sestru-omegu?" (Has someone found their omega sister?)

Pietro says in a teasing tone and Wanda punches him in the shoulder muttering at him to shut up. The moment you cross the threshold of the gym you flinch.

"Nu posmotrite, kto eto." (Well look who it is.)

"Can we skip past the part where you scold me so I can just apologize?"

You ask turning to meet Natasha's sharp gaze.

"Will your muscles magically regain their mass?"

"No."

You sigh accepting your defeat beginning to stretch as Natasha begins her speech on commitment. It is another four days before everyone finally comes around to the twins slotting them in as if theyed been there since the beginning just as they had you. Walking towards the gym you release a content sigh, a full ten days since the world seemed as though it'd collapse. What bliss. Quickly looking up your eyes fantically search for some wood unwilling to risk jinxing yourself.

"Dobroye utro." (Good morning.")

You hear from behind turning to be greeted by Wanda.

"Good morning indeed. Off for your morning cuppa are you?"

You ask and Wanda merely nods in response fighting back a yawn.

"Not a morning person?"

You ask with a smile walking beside Wanda.

"Not at all."

She says somewhat grumpily.

"Then what are you doing up at six a.m?"

You ask with a laugh and Wanda has to fight back a blush. She couldn't admit that she woke up at this time merely to see you every morning but what could she say.

"I like to cook but I'm not very good at it.... so I practice early before the others wake up."

The words spill out of her mouth quickly unable to think of anything better and you beam your white smile at her.

"Well how about tomorrow you sleep in till eight then I can help you learn, I am an amazing cook. I even know how to make some traditional dishes."

Wanda can't help the flush that comes to her face this time and it makes you feel a tingle inside.

"Okay."

The red head responds and you nod giving her arm a little reassuring squeeze as you come upon the kitchen.

"Good luck dorogoy." (Dear)

You say before continuing onto the gym and Wanda is sure her face matches her hair. Sure enough the next morning Wanda doesn't head towards the kitchen instead she spends the morning pacing her room anxiety ridden. You'd said for her to sleep in but how could she when you agreed to spend alone time with her. She couldn't tell Pietro and deal with his repeated teasing so she kept the information in slowly but surely having a meltdown. As she paced she played with her hair, bit her finger, twiddled her thumbs. God she couldn't do this. She'd literally been an experiment for Hydra and never felt this nervous in her life. The time passed quickly. To quickly. Right as she truly began to spiral there was a knock at her door, eyes shooting to the clock she realizes its already eight o'clock. Brushing off her clothes quickly before taking a few deep breaths and recuperating she opens her door. The moment her eyes land on you it all seems for naught, your hair is tied back. You wear tights and a tshirt covered by an apron. Your eyes spakle matched by your bright smile and Wanda feels herself melt a bit.

"I figured you'd meet me in the kukhnya." (Kitchen)

You say with a giggle and Wanda becomes a tomato realizing its not only eight but eight eleven.

"I'm sorry I slept in and lost all track of time."

You hum with a smile clearly not mad at all before turning to be on your way.

"All is fine I just didn't want to start without you."

Wanda follows behind you closing her door quickly. Her eyes wonder your body not being able to help staring at your ass.

"Ty slushayesh'?" (Are you listening?)

Wanda's eyes shoot up attention back on your voice.

"I asked what your favorite dish is."

"Oh um I love traditional pirozhki, my mother used to make them just slightly burnt at the edges. The taste reminds me of home."

You turn and smile softly her way.

"Perfect then that's what we will make, cooking can seem overwhelming but it isn't as scary as many think. I always recommend learning to cook for yourself first because it is much easier than cooking for others."

In the kitchen you gather the suppiles, you cooked often so the ingredients for this dish were easily found.

"I'll have you make the dough, it is all simply measurements so I'll do no more than verbal instructions."

You say as you prepare the area for Wanda.

"Here put this on, gotta protect your clothes and tie your hair back no one wants hair in their food."

Handing the apron to Wanda while standing by waiting. You bite your lip as you watch her. Running her fingers through silky red locks before pulling it up exposing her neck to you. She wore grey sweatpants and a baggy t. The sweatpants doing little to hide the member between her legs and you press your thighs together pleasurably. Wanda on the other hand was trying to think about how to see this lie through. She was an amazing cook, taking the responsibility of her brother from a young age. How was she going to play clueless. She should of at least said a dish she truly wasn't aware of how to make but when you asked her favortie food she couldn't help but answer honestly. You talked Wanda through the steps praising her for being a natural when the dough came out well. Leaving it to make the filling.

"What did your mom fill hers with? I do a simple meat and rice mixture since it goes along with my bulk."

Wanda nods along as she listens debating a moment before responding.

"Lets make them like yours, I've never had them any other way and I'd be eager to try."

You smile brightly at the alpha before nodding in response. Again you talk her through it always believing hands on with clear instruction was the best way to learn any skill. It gave the student mutiple ways to intake the information and made it harder to forget. Once the process is complete you help Wanda cut and stuff the dough, this part of the process being the longest and most tedious. You leave her to fry them as she likes since she'd mentioned her mom let them cook a bit longer and instead move to clean around her. Never a fan of a messy workspace. You hum as you clean, mindlessly really. It seems a tune that always floats around you. One Wanda is sure she's heard you hum before. By the time Wanda is done cooking you've cleaned the kitchen and are able to sit down and enjoy the meal with her. Of course the moment doesn't last and before either of you can even take a bite the smell of food draws in hungry Avengers.

"Mne vsegda nravitsya, kogda ty gotovish'." (I always love when you cook.)

Natasha says entering first, the smell of traditional food equivalent to a cat with its automatic feeder. Steve, Bruce, Tony, and Sam all slowly trickle in after stomachs growling audibly making you laugh.

"I suppose if I didn't cook every once in a while no one would eat around here hmmm?"

The group shares a laugh as they line up one by one to make plates.

"But in all honesty this meal is thanks to Wanda not me, I merely talked her through the steps."

Wanda can't hide the pink that dust her cheeks and all is going well until a certain twin walks in.

"Pirozhki! You always cook the best food sestra."

The blonde kisses his sisters head as he passes by and you can't help the eyebrow that raises in response.

"Always hmmm?"

You hum and Wanda is saved by the entrance of Thor who could of eaten the entire helping had he got here first.

"Mighty (Y/N) your meals are always most invigorating."

You smile at the God and try not laugh when you see his downcast face once he realizes he is the last one to show. Wiping your face after you finish you excuse yourself it was already nearing noon and you still hadn't even looked at the moutain of paperwork on your desk. Wanda watches you go. Over the next three weeks you and Wanda grow closer she begins training with you and Natasha in the mornings and you read with her sometimes in the afternoons, you don't question her about Pietro's comment after your cooking fiasco and Wanda never says anything about it because that woukd mean admitting to you that she was desperate to spend time with you.

"Soo?"

Natasha ask as the two of you jog around the gardens. It was early afternoon in fall, the cool winds combating your rising body heat making the jog enjoyable.

"Nothing."

"Yebat' will she ever make a move?" (Fuck)

You merely shrug.

"I don't know, I'll start showing signs of heat by the end of the week if that doesn't trigger her there's no hope."

Natasha laughs at that.

"Tak khochetsya al'fu, da?" (So eager for an alpha eh?)

"Not just any alpha, Wanda."

The week passes slowly and as the weekend gets closer your pheromones get stronger. The team knew your heat was approaching as they kept a calander for the Alphas so they could know when to distance, well everyone except Wanda apparently. Its Thursday night by the time she's had enough of your distance and decides to ask why you aren't at the table for dinner with the rest of the team.

"Where's (Y/N), I swear I haven't seen her all week."

Natasha sends a small smirk Wanda's way before Steve speaks up.

"Her heat is approaching so she is keeping extra distance for everyones saftey, she should come back around a week or so from today."

Pink hue coats Wanda's cheeks as the thought of you in heat takes over her mind and the pink only gets darker as her hard on begins to form in her pants. Her mind plummets into thoughts about your slick, and body. Thoughts about filling you with her seed and you being full with her pups causes her to be embarrassed by how hard she's become. If not for the table her bulge would be hard to miss. Wanda remains in a fog for the rest of dinner try as she might she couldn't get her mind off mating you and as everyone stands to part ways she remains seated making the excuse that she'd clean up the kitchen. Wanda strained painfully against her pants she could almost smell you now.

Rubbing your sides you walk towards the kitchen dinner should be over by now and you're starving. You need to get as many calories in as you can before you succumb to your heat tomorrow. The pain was slowly starting to set in and you'd be lying if you said you were looking foreward to the next seven days. You let out a groan as you turn the corner a sudden sharp pain stabbing your side. As you enter the threshold of the kitchen goosebumps rise on your skin the familiar smell of Wanda infultrating your nose before your eyes lock with the alphas. You're almost sure you see Wanda begin to tremble but you quickly begin to back away.

"I'm sorry I thought everyone would be gone by now."

You go to retreat from the kitchen and Wanda stands so quickly her chair falls behind her. In a second she's in your face grabbing you softly by the jaw making you look at her.

"Omega."

She whispers as she sniffs at you rubbing her nose against your cheek before falling to your scent gland.

"Mate."

She whispers again and you chirp. Your omega finally satisfied being acknowledged by your alpha. For a few minutes nothing happens, the two of you stand there relishing eachothers presence. You chirp at her as she lightly growls at you and you feel satisfied, whole even. Then you are painfully reminded of your situation causing you to sharply intake air and groan. Wanda growls louder at the noise of your distress and you whimper.

"It hurts."

Wanda's grip on your jaw becomes tighter, pushing you into the wall before pressing her own body against yours.

"Tell me where it hurts, I'll take care you shchenok." (Puppy)

You groan again, your heat suddenly over taking your senses as a result of having your mate so close. Your hands raise to grip Wanda's arms tightly, nails digging into her skin through the fabric of her shirt.

"Need you, please. Alpha. Mate."

Your words come out as little whimpers. Your panting, you don't know why but suddenly you can't get enough air for full breaths. So caught up in Wanda you don't even process you're about to be mated in the tower kitchen but honestly you don't care either. Wanda however does she feels territorial, primal even. She needs you to herself, needs privacy with you. She'd attack anyone who might see your bare body if she mated you here. Her room was on the other side of the compound, the alpha side far from the omegas and living area but your room was just down the hall. Wanda releases your jaw hands moving down your body till she reaches the back of your thigh. You bite your lip enjoying the electricity you felt from her touch. As she picks you up you wrap your legs around her torso tightly. Her hands against your thighs causing your sex to tingle. You wrap one hand around her neck before running the other through soft red hair. You return to chirping at her, the feeling of finding your mate an overwhelmingly happy one. You rub your cheek against hers softly and the alpha lightly growls in acknowledgment. You are consumed by Wanda's presence unable to focus on anything but her. When she lays you lightly on your bed you aren't even sure where you are, you just know you're there with her. Wanda bends over you, tucking her nose into your scent gland once more and growling loudly. She needs you, needs you marked, claimed. Needs everyone to know you belong to her.

"Mate."

The word is once again a whisper but you hear it all the same. The time to romantically strip you would have to be later gripping opposite sides of the loose shirt you wore the alpha literally tears the cloth off of you exposing your bra cladded torso to her. Your breathing speeds up the intimacy of the moment undeniable as you feel Wanda begin to run her lips down your body. It was like electric shock, the currents Wanda's touch sent through your body. She magiced your bra away completely exposing your upper half and growling as her soft lips wrapped around your nipple. You moan loudly in response, it felt good too good. You could get lost in this sensation alone.

"Mine."

Wanda growls against your skin before moving along to your other nipple. Your hands grip at Wanda through her clothes before you whimper.

"Need to feel you alpha."

Wanda growls in response, her eyes glowing red as she magics away her own clothing her skin now pressing against yours. She moves back up your body mouth hovering close before she lays claim to your own. The kiss is magical, the locking of your lips causing what you could only descibe as bliss throughout your whole body. You felt like you were glowing arms and legs wrapping around the alpha tightly you were sure this must be heaven. Wanda began to grind against you through the fabric of your pants, your underwear gliding against your excessive amount of slick. You blush, embarrassed by how wet you truly are from so little foreplay but the feeling doesnt last long when Wanda growls above you. Wanda pulls your pants off your waist guiding them down your thighs just enough to expose your slick and shudders when the smell of you tingles her nostrils. She's overcome with the need to knot you, breed you as she makes her mark on your neck. But she also feels the feral need to take you, to have your slick dripping down her chin as she causes you to come apart on her tongue. Starting with the latter she pulls your pants off quickly. Breaking away from your lips to slowly kiss down your body. You take a long gasp of air eyes dialating as you watch Wanda work her way down. Your hips begin to twitch unable to stay still at the excitement of what was about to come. Wanda's hands move to firmly grip your waist holding you in place as she kisses your stomach moving lower and lower your stomach muscles flex, a wave of arousal flowing through you. When she reaches her destination her hands move to your thighs lifting them up to hold you wide open for her. You're leaking, literally and Wanda can't wait to have a taste. She dives in slurping up the excess before moving to your center. Sucking on your clit then tongue fucking you like a woman starved. Your slick quenches a thirst Wanda didn't even know she had tongue lapping at your clit before quickly moving towards your hole eager to drink up the slick as a result. It doesn't take long and under normal circumstances you're sure you would of been embarrassed but none of that matters when your muscles spasm. Back arching in the most intense orgasm you've ever experienced, your thighs shake, eyes shut, mouth open in a silent scream. Wanda doesn't stop eagerly drinking up your orgasm before wanting, no needing you to do that again. You whimper in overstimulation but don't stop your alpha, just as turned on by her need for you. You squirm against the red heads mouth a little towards her a little away, this time you last longer if only for your slight sensitivity causing time before the feeling was pleasurable again yet you cum all the same. Wanda moans loudly as you release into her mouth again. She could do this all day she's sure of it. But now as her precum begins to soak her boxers she knows its time. Lifting onto her knees between your legs red eyes glow as her pants disappear and through your haze you see her in all her glory. You reach down gripping her in your hand moaning at the size while she moans at the sensation. You pump her, an overwhelming feeling to suck her down your through the way she'd done you comes over you but Wanda quickly grabs your hand removing you from her.

"You're going to make me bust shchenok." (Puppy)

Wanda hesitates a second if only to allow her own incoming orgasm to subside, she needed to bury herself in you and it wouldn't look good for her if it ended just as quickly as it started. In the meantime she leans down over you meeting your lips in a hungry kiss the taste of you on her lips causing another wave of your own slick to pool between your legs. You push at her lower back willing her to enter you but she resist. Kissing you eagerly before breaking to kiss to move towards your scent gland, you pant quickly. Wanda's kiss having stolen all the air from your lungs.

"Mine."

Wanda whispers against you, hips beginning to grind against your slick in order to lubricate herself. You shudder in response.

"Yours alpha, take me. I want to be yours."

Wanda reaches down gripping herself in order to slowly slide into you. She's thick stretching you out in ways only she can, the burn sends waves through you and by the time she's completely sheathed you're a whimpering mess.

"Yebat' you're so tight." (Fuck)

She pulls out only to slam back into you, her pace is brutal, hips slamming against yours hitting a sweet spot you didn't even know you had repeatedly. Your moans are as loud as the sound of your wet slick sucking Wanda back in. You claw at her wanting her impossibly closer as she fucked you into next week.

"Holy fuck I'm cumming. Alpha. Alpha."

Your eyes roll back as you arch. The orgasm makes you see white and Wanda doesnt stop. You squirting fueling her ego.

"That's right shchenok. You love the way your alpha fucks you, love how deep I am in you. Look shchenok can you see me."

Wanda brings your gaze down the visible bulge in your stomach when the alpha bottoms out causing your stomach to tighten.

"I'm right here."

Wanda says as she pushes down on the bulge and you spasm again another light orgasm washing through you.

"Fuck I'm gonna fill you up, get you pregnant with my pup."

Wanda pumps into you harder, her knot slamming against your entrance as she nears her own release.

"Alpha. Alpha."

You whimper to fucked out to form any other words.

"You're gonna look so pretty swollen with my seed all mine."

You moan again as Wanda bends towards your scent gland the feel of her canines against your neck enough to almost send you over the edge. She sinks her teeth into you right as you hear a pop. Her knot having settled inside you easily combined with the blackout orgasm of your mating bite. When you come to Wanda is still knotted deep inside you. Nuzzling at your cheeks with a low growl. You chirp back to weak to do much else and Wanda hums.

"My mate, my omega."

10 months later.

You were exhausted, to say the least. A new born was a lot of work and a lot of lost sleep. Wanda wasn't here, literally dragged away for a debrief she was required to attend. If you were honest you didn't mind, she'd been slightly smothering you since you gave birth and while you loved her for it just because you gave birth didn't mean you were no longer a functioning adult. You'd been picking petty arguments since your third trimester which you always felt bad for. It was the hormones combined with being put on bedrest so you didn't get to do your job combined with sexual frustration since the doctor said it was no longer safe for intercourse. You sighed as you stepped out of the shower, now with the added insecurities about the changes in your body since pregnancy and child birth you weren't sure you even wanted Wanda to touch you. Ignoring the mirror you dry yourself before wrapping a towel around you. Exiting the bathroom right as your little baby boy woke up with soft cries. You coo at him lifting him out of his crib you lose your towel throwing it over the side in order to hold your baby against your bare chest. You were barely one month postpartum but glad to be past the part where you were in a sense literally wearing a human diaper. Your son instantly calms at the sound of your heart beat as you bounce him lightly moving to sit in your bed you lean against the headboard letting out slightly pained noises as you try and relax your overworked back. You cover your lower half with the blanket already feeling the chill of the room as you begin to hum at your son. You don't hear the door open to focused to the little boy in your arms, getting comfortable as you move him to breast feed. You hiss as he begins to work at your sore nipple but eventually relax becoming accustomed to the pain. You rub his little head of hair softly smiling at him a fullness in your heart only created by the birth of your child as Wanda makes her pressence known.

"You're so beautiful dorogaya." (Dearheart)

You bite back your own insecurities at her comment humming in response. Looking up you meet Wanda's piercing eyes before meeting her lips in a kiss.

"I mean it dorogaya or have you forgotten I can hear your thoughts."

You can't help but frown not used to not being able to keep secrets.

"But...."

"Ah ah ah no buts, you're even more beautiful now than the day we met. Pregnancy and childbirth has given you a glow nothing else can."

You sigh a familiar warmth filling your chest in response to Wanda's love.

"YA tebya lyublyu." (I love you)

You whisper your free hand coming to rub against Wanda's cheek.

"I ya lyublyu tebya. Forever and always." (And I love you)

[natspookie]

change

civilian! fem reader x iw!natasha romanoff

summary : natasha takes a leap of faith and tries something new, bringing her someone she would never have fathomed having.

natasha always told herself that if she had the capabilities of doing something herself instead of passing the task off to someone, she would.

wanda found natasha starting intently at a box of blonde hair dye, she had dyed her hair a few times in the red room for missions but she hadn’t dyed her hair since. this was one of the choices she could make herself now.

"why don't you just go to the salon nat? i have a friend at the salon a few blocks from here, make a friend or something and get your hair colored” wanda said, not realizing the depth of natasha’s thoughts.

“maybe” natasha nodded, looking up. “that’s great nat! i’ll text you the details” wanda smiled, going back to her routine.

the next day natasha mustered up the courage to walk to the salon. it wasn’t far at all.

the first thing that caught her attention— rather person, was a y/h/c. you were sitting on the bench right outside of the salon, knee bouncing up and down, head low, long hair flowing till your elbow.

it was an instinct for natasha to walk up to you and ask you how you are. “hey, are you alright?” you looked up and suddenly had a loss of words. natasha’s fiery red hear and green orbs were not a sight to be missed.

“i’ll be alright” you smiled “that’s not the same as being alright” natasha raised a brow “i haven’t gotten my hair cut in 4 years, i’m rethinking if i want to do this.” you bounced your leg again.

“you don’t have to do it if you’re uncomfortable” natasha crouched to your level. “no- um- i have to do this. i need to move on… this sounds ridiculous. i’m sorry, it’s just hair” you chuckled, subconsciously fiddling with your hair.

“no, it’s not ridiculous. i’m.. going through a similar situation now, believe it or not. what do you say we both go in there together? i’ll be here for you and vice versa” the feeling you weren’t alone for once in so long felt so… fluttery. “sure” you said quietly, standing up.

you both were seated beside each other since there were only 2 other customers there. they seemed aware that the black widow was beside them, unlike you.

your hair was washed first while natasha was left in the seat since she was getting her hair dyed, not chopped.

she squeezed your hand as you sat back down beside her. you exhaled as the hair dresser snipped the first part of your hair. it fell to the ground and only then did you realize that this was really happening.

natasha seemed to read your thoughts as she reached over and rubbed her thumb over your knuckles as hair color was being spread across her whole head.

the next thing you knew your hair was now 1/3 of how it used to be, being shoulder length now. natasha’s hair color was being left for 30 minutes and your hair was being dried.

you touched your hair for the first time feeling weird, but natasha being there made you feel better. it was odd, you had just met her and you already felt this sense of safety.

you had finished long before natasha but decided to wait for her, asking her to coffee which she happily accepted.

you smiled at the little smiley in both of your coffees. natasha got to know you more and more as you learned parts of her too. it’s been a while when natasha suddenly asked “do you mind if i ask, what’s the significance of your hair to you? if you don’t want to talk about it, i understand. but everyone’s stories is unique and i’d love to hear yours- sorry i’m rambling” natasha laughed, sipping her coffee

“no i don’t mind. um.. my mom was a hairdresser, only person who has ever cut my hair. she died 4 years ago in the battle of new york, y’know those aliens and stuff? yeah.. i couldn’t bring myself to get it cut until today” you sighed looking out the window.

“the battle of new york?” she gulped, guilt swallowing her as a whole. “yeah, she was trying to help some people get out but didn’t make it herself. she always praised those heroes “ you quietly laughed “what do you think of them?” “heroes? they’re needed, sure, but i feel bad for the weight they have on their shoulders.” you shrugged, looking back at natasha

“i never got your name, in the last 3 hours” you laughed “natasha romanoff” you froze, trying to recall that name wher- natasha romanoff. “oh” you quietly said “yeah, oh.” natasha smiled

“i really enjoyed today with you, sorry for ruining this” natasha said “no! it’s not ruined! sorry for being so stupid. i’m y/n y/l/n” you said when natasha’s phone rang “duty calls” natasha mumbles and takes the call, a few nods here and there.

“well y/n y/l/n i have to go. but, would you maybe want to go out.. on an actual date?” natasha fidgeted with the phone in her hand

“i would love to, natasha romanoff”

that was the moment natasha knew, that date would be the date. the one to change her life.

she was thankful wanda gave her that push and tried some change in her life. but the one thing she never wished to change, was the love you both had for each other.

[natsaffection]

Afraid of loosing you.

Natasha Romanoff x Fem!Civilian!Reader

Word Count: 1720 words 

Warnings: Car crash, Gun use, mention of car accident, tiny bit of Angst, mentions of smut

Summary: Natasha is your girlfriend of two years and is always overprotective over you. So what happens when you both get under an attack which priority it is to kill the black widow?

A/N: Hellou, My first Tumblr Fic so bare with me! Also English is not my first language so sorry for any mistakes. Im also available for any requests! 

Natasha is more than just a killer. Many think that she has no feelings, no feelings for anything or anyone, that she is only pursuing her own intentions.But that's not entirely the truth. You know it. You know the real Natasha, your Natasha.

You met by accident and complicated circumstances. It was the time when the chitauri attacked in 2012. You were working in a cafe at the time and were helping the remaining customers to leave the shop when one of the chitauris stood in front of you and wanted to pull the trigger. You heard the shot, but felt nothing. You just saw the monster fall to the ground in front of you. You looked confused around and shortly thereafter saw the red-haired woman who saved your life. You froze when you saw her and thought you'd never see her again to say thank you.

However, after a few weeks she was standing in front of your shop and helping you to build it up again. That was a few years ago and you guys were having a little trouble making the relationship public. Natasha had her doubts about her name and was afraid of unwittingly putting you in danger. You assured her that you could take good care of yourself and she always agreed that, but inside she knew better.

"You're mumbling again (Y/N)..."

"Okay.. so you have a dream and you have to pee got it??"

"Yes.."

She changed her gaze from the road to you and saw the sparkle in your eyes which she loved so much about you when you tell a story,

"So and you're like -oh no, I'm about to pee my pants!- And then you wake up-”

“And you realize that you really have to pee.”

“exactly. It felt so real!”

“Everybody knows that feeling (Y/N)..”

"And that's what I'm getting at.. Because last night I dreamed.. That uhm... That we-"

"That we what Y/n?"

The other woman looked at you again, smirking to herself knowing how nervous you always are when you start to stutter.

"Well, I have- NAT WATCH OUT!"

Natasha suddenly looked back down the road and saw another vehicle speeding towards her. The car collided with yours and pushed you just over the edge of the bridge.

Desperate screams brought Natasha to her senses again and she looked around. She saw how several armed men got out of the completely unharmed car and came straight towards you,

"O-Oh my god, we're at the edge of the bridge! W-We are-"

"Hey hey calm down..Everything will be fine okay? Everything will be fine,"

In fact, she panicked. For the first time in her life she felt real panic. What is this feeling??

"Listen to me, you have to sit still, okay dorogoy? You can do that (Y/N),"

She saw the men getting closer and reached into her holster for her gun. She smashed the window and started firing,

"Cover your ears!"

You didn't need to be told twice and did what she said and ducked down too. Suddenly you heard not only Natasha's bullets, but also several others who followed and felt their vibrations in the car.

"Stay down, the bullets will come through the window, but not through the sheet metal!"

I heard one of the men scream and assumed that Natasha had hit one of the attackers and gave hope. We'll get out of here..Natasha will-

"(Y/N) get in the back seat."

"W-What?!"

Natasha slid down in her seat and reloaded her gun and looked at you, "You have to get in the back seat and get out of the car-"

"Y-You told me to sit still and now you're changing your mind?! What if-"

She leaned down and took your face in her hands and looked you straight in the eyes, "The car won't move, please (Y/N)..Go. to. the. Backseat."

"Okay.."

You did as she told you again and made your way to the back, "Wait for my signal, all right?"

"o-okay.."

"It will be alright."

You heard the words and really started to believe that you're going to make it. However, the words were not to you but to Natasha herself. She needs to look ahead and get you out of there safely!

Natasha's gun was fully loaded again and fired again,

"Now Y/n!"

You open the door without hesitation and crawl out. You closed the door and leaned in.

The shots stopped suddenly and you panicked. Is Natasha okay? What if she got hit?

You were about to look up when a hand on your shoulder made you flinch, "I'm here Detka, I'm here.."

"I want to go home.."

„I know...Steve and the others are already on their way okay? You're almost there..I just have to-"

She was about to get up when your iron grip stopped her, "Where-WHERE do you want to go? Don't leave me alone, please..."

"Detka, there are still some running around, I have to stop them-"

"Why? Let them! please don't go.."

She doesn't want to tell you, but she wants to hunt down and kill every single one who dares to hurt you. What do they even think of just trying?

"(Y/N) listen to me car- Hey! listen to me now. You run down the street and Wanda will meet you there okay?”

"What about you!"

"I'll be fine."

You knew there was no point in arguing with the Black Widow and finally gave in, "Promise me you'll come back to me."

"I promise you and now go."

You grabbed your feet and ran down the street. You were too far away to see Natasha's anger and lust. She made sure whoever sent the attack, knows to not get in the way of her and her girl ever again.

Natasha was right and a few minutes later you were in the safe arms of Wanda and Clint. The two ran towards you and Clint kept running towards natasha, "Hey hey, you're safe now, you-"

"Natasha is still with them, what is-" Despite the panic Wanda saw in your eyes, she can say with confidence, that Natasha will join them in a few minutes, "Never underestimate the Black Widow Y/n. She'll be fine with a few idiots..." It was the longest seven minutes of your life when you saw two figures walking towards you and Wanda across the street. You literally got a stone off your chest when you were back in the familiar arms.

It's been two days since then and you two haven't exchanged a single word since the incident. You even started to wonder if your behavior in the car was the reason why Natasha avoided you. Should you have been faster? Should you have heard what she told you from the start? you didn't know. You tried to get answers from her best friend, but only got the statement "You should discuss that with Nat yourself." How the hell are you supposed to do that when she's constantly avoiding you?

You went through all this for another two days until you had enough. You didn't know where the courage came from, but you wanted it finally cleared up. So you went straight to Natasha's room and stormed in. "Can we talk please?"

"Why are you just barging in here, what if-"

"If what? you would have been naked?" She dropped her current activity and now looked directly at you, "It's not like I know how you look naked-" You started mumbling again, "Could you please stop saying the word 'naked' over and over again?"

"Am I bothering you with that? Now guess what's bothering me! You've been avoiding me for days, did I do something wrong?!" You walked to her and so she could see the tears in your eyes, "You have done nothing wrong.."

"Then... why do you hate me?"

"I don't hate you, I hate me! That's it...God" Now you wouldn't have expected that statement. Natasha sat down on the edge of your- well her bed, "I knew it was all a mistake," She sigh and you get tense, "W-What?" She realized what she was saying and stood up and walked towards you. However, now you were the one who took a step backwards, "Shit, (Y/N) I didn't mean-"

"No, you meant that we were a mistake. That's it, isn't it?"

"Well yeah, but also, fuck I.. don't know.." You noticed that she wasn't angry or sad. Natasha was confused, she was afraid. Afraid of putting you in danger again to confirm her first doubts.

That she can't love you.

"Nat..I'm fine okay? thanks to you..."

"Because of me you were in this situation in the first place!"

"It may well be, but you've proven to me and all to yourself that you can protect me. These guys showed up..unpredictably just like a car accident would, okay? The main thing is, that you and I are fine." You walked up to her and took her hand in yours" I love you Natasha Romanoff and I want to spend the rest of my life with you, no matter what."

"I thought I would lose you..."

"But you didn't. I'm right in front of you, see? See-" You try to cheer up the mood by picking her cheeks with your index finger. It seems to be working as you finally see her beautiful smile again "Stop doing that.."

"Ok I'm sorry.." She looked you in the eyes for several seconds and realized that you were totally serious. She understood that you're right, although she doesn't want to admit that to herself. “I love you so much (Y/N) L/N) and I'm sorry for ignoring you." She pulled you into her arms, “Hm, those were terribly boring days without you.” She looked down at you and begun to smirk, “Then let me catch up on those days now.”

You pull yourself out of the Hug, ready to leave the room again, “I'd like to enjoy that..but we have to go down to dinner..”

“No Malysh..We still have four minutes and I can do a lot of things in that time.”

[no-romo-hoes]

I hate VENOM as a film. I hate it. It sucks. But I also love it. It's great. I'll never watch it again. Let's back up a bit. (Before we begin, No I haven't watched the second VENOM movie, so this is from what I remember from the first one)

I love Venom because it's so fucking funny. The symbiote itself, not the film. It's so strong, it's blood-thirsty, it's horrifying to look at, it's an alien, it's murdered and eaten dozens of innocent civilians, but it's got sass, it's easily offended, it likes tater tots and chocolate, and it provides the funniest commentary of any marvel film. It's like having a really freaky roommate that'll tease you all day if you get flustered by an attractive person, then demand you buy them food, then murder your highschool bully because they called you a mean name. He'll even "leave the apartment" for a night if you wanna do something privately. But he'll tease you endlessly afterwards. And the fact that he explained to Eddie how he was considered a loser on his planet makes their duo that much more lovable. Two outcasts from different societies meeting and becoming best friends/in love (whatever your view on their relationship is 'cause it's kinda vague). I seriously love Venom as a creature.

Next, I love how different the hero is to other marvel heroes. Iron Man is a billionare weapons designer, Black Widow has been trained to kill since she was 12, Thor is a literal god, Black Panther is the freaking king of the most advanced civilisation on the planet, Captain America is a super soldier and the textbook definition of a "good person". And then look at VENOM. Eddie Brock is a stressed, unemployed, drug-addict in a shitty apartment that just got dumped by his girlfriend. He is the textbook definition of a "loser". Then he meets this random glob of alien black-cat-energy and he's just like "aight". The most relatable superhero in the history of superheroes.

But I hate VENOM. I was so disappointed when I watched it. The writing of the dialogue was good, but it could have been way better, we didn't really get to see the development of the relationship between Venom and Eddie, nor the character development we would want for Eddie now that he has something to fight for. We see the classic sacrifice-yourself-for-your-friend-but-oh-turns-out-you-survived trope, but there was no time for Eddie to properly mourn. Basically, there wasn't enough angst. There wasn't enough time for it. I think it would have been better as an episode series instead of a film, that way we could have a lot more time for character development, awesome battle scenes, as well as general Roommate Comedy™. To add to this, I was disappointed at the lack of a training montage. Clich�� as it is, they went from having just met to "we're unstoppable and have codes and battle strategy and shit", so having some training time on screen would have eased that transition significantly, and the flow of the film would have improved.

This is the most irritating part of the film; the fact that the concept and characters are brilliant but were executed poorly. I would have no issue with a film that was just bad, but to have such a fun and new idea written in such mediocre fashion is infuriating. Now I feel no shame when I say I have searched for reader-insert fanfictions that include the symbiote (not x readers though, I'm not a monster fucker) and there are very few of quality. If you can correct me, please do. So my appreciation of Venom must remain tucked away in the bottom of a locked filing cabinet stuck in a disused lavatory with a sign on the front saying "beware of the leopard".

[daughter-of-the-stars11]

Dollhouse in the rainbow room

Hello everyone it’s me “daughter of the stars” I’d like to announce that I have been inspired to write a Series based on stranger things with elements of black widow and is also a Peter x reader, down below is the summery

in papa’s office sat Peter and other crucial members of papa’s team not only them but additional men each who had their versions of the project. Peter himself had no idea what was going on which was surprising since he was number 0001, but he waited in silence confused as to why he and other older male numbers, some he had never seen before waited there, just as Peter was about to sigh out of frustration. The door banged open and in came papa himself.

“Let's get this started shall we, project dollhouse, dollhouse is a program that only certain individuals will be able to participate the goal of this is too gather as much information of child and family development so that one day future children will be able to blend into society and carry out any missions that need to be done in a civilian setting,

you males have shown great promise in your abilities, therefore, you shall be playing the role of “father”, as a father you all will be required to continue “your child or children” training and of course let's not forget what a child needs, a loving “mother” the mother with focus on the child's education. Last but not least the “child” the child shall be chosen by the mother herself, the child will be sent to school after an adjustment period and will gather teaching methods for us here. Father and mother pairings will be chosen by us and fathers will not be told about their papartners till the day of “dollhouse day one” I shouldn't need to remind you of the consequences if you fall, dismissed.” of course, Peter was shocked what were these people thinking but there's not much he could do, as he walked out of the room papa stopped him briefly and muttered lowly to him 033

Y/n hummed to herself as she looked through what felt like a mountain of children's books with a small smile on her face, a family she thought to herself a family,

Edited: chapter 1 and 2 are out

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After you and your Uncle, Doctor Strange, closed the portal on the statue of liberty life went back to almost normal. Besides the fact that the two other worldly Peter's were trapped in your universe.

*this is probably the farthest thing from anything canon

   *Tony Stark, Black Widow, young Steve Rogers, Vision, Loki are all alive

      *Timeline is completely off for some facts

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Being an Avenger sounds like the most exciting job in the world, right? No. You get about a week of anything through the whole year if your lucky- the rest you just live in Tony's tower cooped up as an outcast from the whole world because you have the ability to level half of New York City.

The coffee shop MJ worked at was a place that you often were. MJ would sneak you free coffee and you two would talk until her boss would yell at her. You'd usually just hex him back to his office to leave you two alone.

"Hottest Avenger?" MJ asked you, wiping down the counter.

"Hottest Avenger? MJ, that's like asking you which of your co-workers is the hottest."

"Easy. Donnie who works Friday's."

"Isn't Donnie like fifty?" you chuckled.

"Hey, it was an answer at least."

"Okay, okay. I'm going with Peter." you smirked. "Very funny,"

You noticed someone running in front of the store. You wouldn't have thought this was odd, but it was an overweight businessman in full attire. He was soon followed by a mother clutching her child, then many other civilians. You walked closer to the glass door to find out what was happening and then you saw it- a claw. Another claw.

"Shit MJ, get to the back."

You ran out on the street and started conjuring your magic before the man noticed you. Hauled thirty feet in air by four large arm tentacles coming off his back stood a foreign man you had never seen before.  

"Where is Peter Parker?" he yelled, flipping cars and heading to the nearest bridge.

"Peter!" you yelled through the phone as you flew through the air to try to stop this man.

"Y/N, I'm kind of trying to help get everyone back into college. Not the best time."

"Just a heads up there's a human octopus looking for you 120th street,"

"Huh? Y/N what are you- oh shit," The phone hung up.

You saw Peter flying through the air on the bridge trying to catch cars that were being thrown off the bridge. You caught them all with a force net and levitated them. Peter tried catching as many as he could and strap them to the bridge with his webs. You were too focused on keeping the cars safe to notice a metal arm come down and grab you.

"Pete!" you yelled as you tried to throw the falling cars onto land but your hands were tied. "Who are you?" the man asked, bringing you in front of his face. You took a deep breathe and used your father's powers. You disappeared in his grip and appeared back on top of the bridge.

He then grabbed onto Peter and slammed him against a pillar. You yelled for him but your priority was the citizens. You grabbed the fallen people clinging to their cars and brought them to safety.

You watched as the octopus man pulled off Peter's mask. "Your not Peter Parker," he said in confusion. "What? Yes I am," You watched as Stark's brilliance took over the situation and Peter took controls of the tentacles. "Hey! Don't listen to him! Listen to me!" the man yelled as Peter released himself.

You joined Peter's side and examined the now seemingly small man.

"Who are you?"

"Who are you?" he replied.

"I asked first." you sneered.

"Doctor Otto Octavius."

"He says I'm not Peter Parker." Peter chimed in. "Of course he's Peter Parker," you laughed.

"No, Peter Parker is much older. Different suit, too." Doctor Octavius said.

You looked at Peter in confusion. Then it hit you.

"Oh, we're so dead." you laughed. "Dead? Y/N what are you talking about?" Peter asked. "I'm going to bring him back to the tower, Pete, please lay low." you asked. "Y/N what's happening?"

You opened a portal to the prison wing of Stark Towers. Doctor Octavius looked at you in awe. "Some sort of- witch!" he yelled. "Well no shit, buddy." you scoffed. "Get a move on. Let's go. I don't have time to sit around all day." you commanded the man through the portal. "Through that?" "Don't make me push you."

You disappeared through the portal with him and threw him in a cell.

"Those things come off?" you asked.

"There attached to me."

"And now under Stark control," you laughed, playing around on the screen pad that controlled the arms. You threw one of the arms into the other, tossing the man around. "Why are you hitting yourself?" you laughed like an immature teenager.

"That's enough." you heard from behind you. It was Tony.

"Now Mr. Octopus, I would like to know why you were throwing cars off a bridge and looking for one of my Avengers?"

"What? I've never heard of this- Avenger you speak of," he replied. "Uh, the Avengers? Iron Man? Captain America? Hulk?" Tony named off. The doctor shook his head.

"And your a supervillain? Where are you from, huh? Canada?"

"No I'm from Schenectady."

"Hmm. Upstate. Must be nice. Why were you looking for Peter?" Stark asked, snipping the conversation.

"Spiderman was trying to stop my fusion reactor, so I stopped him. I had him by the throat! And then I... and then I was here." he said in confusion.

"Shit shit shit," you whispered, trying to slip out of the room. He was from a different timeline. He had to be, Peter had nothing to do with any of that.

"Nice try, Strange." Tony said, closing and locking the door with his wrist watch. "What's up?" he asked. You walked with Tony to the edge of the room.

"I- I think we might have messed with uh,"

"Spit it out already." Tony barked at you. "Have you ever heard of the multiple universe theory?" you asked him. "Have I- Y/N, do you think I'm an idiot? Of course I've heard of the theory."

"Well, I think we have our first bit of evidence." you said, turning to face Doctor Octavius.

"What did you two do?" Tony asked, now pissed off.

"Maybe a tiny spell to try to reverse this whole Mysterio-Sipderman-Exposure thing,"

"You did WHAT?" Tony yelled. "Tell me everything. Now or I'm calling your Uncle."

"No need, he was there but-"

"Your telling me Strange was there when this happened?"

"It was on accident- okay! Peter was requesting too many changes to the spell while it was conjuring and there's a theory- it's never happened- that it could open up the multiverse and this is a prime example of what could have potentially happened."

"Jesus Christ Y/N." Tony said rubbing his forehead. "How do we fix this?" he asked. "There's a reverse spell but-"

A buzzer went off on Tony's watch. "Come on," he said.

"We've got a situation on 17th street." Tony briefed you. It was already late and many had gone for the day or were off duty, so you and Tony were the only ones left. "17th street? Isn't that where May's alternative location is?" you panicked. "Y/N calm down, May is protected there." "Yeah, by Happy." you scoffed.

Tony ignored your remarks. "There is reports of a man dressed in green flying around bombing buildings. We have called for an evacuation in that neighborhood."

"Where's Peter?" you asked. Tony clicked on the screen behind him and showed a live news feed of Spiderman struggling to contain this flying goblin. "Jesus, Tony!" you yelled, immediately taking off flying to go help your friend.

Flying over the city was a beautiful sight, but you never had enough time to notice it. But, when it all went dark it had never looked more terrifying. "Tony?" you called into your watch. No response. You stopped mid-air to try and fix your watch. You notice a blue figure shoot up in the sky fuming with electricity. A shot of electricity flew through your body leaving you limp, rocketing you towards the ground.

Thankfully, Peter had already been aware of this new villain and was already on it. He caught you and swung through buildings and found refuge on the top of an apartment building.

"Y/N" he yelled, hitting you in the face a few times. You woke up, and immediately blasted the energy of whatever hit you back into the air. "Thanks for hitting me," you scoffed.

"Woah," he said in awe as you collected yourself. "The hell is happening?"

"Peter, I can't explain now but, other villains from other timelines-"

"Wait, like multiverse?" Peter asked.

"Yes, like multiverse. Something with the distorted spell that went out- it must have opened it up and now-" you tried to finish, but you could sense another presence. You watched as a gold and green ball flew in between you and Peter.

"Run!" he yelled. You slowed down the time, freezing it almost. You watched as the green man flew behind you in slow motion. Peter was slowly running away from you. You picked up the object and inspected it. It had the words OSCORP indented on it. It had the features of a bomb. You threw it back at the man and let time resume.

You heard his glider shred into pieces as he hit the ground. You flew down to inspect this man. He was helpless now. He cried out in pain. "Peter, go deal with blue man I have the green." you yelled to him. Peter knew you could hold your own and went to inspect the other new villain.

He lay on the ground with a cracked mask behind him. "Sir," you said, approaching him cautiously. "W-what did I do?" he asked, shaking. "You just tried to kill me and my friend." you said, forming a bubble around him so he couldn't harm you. "I'm so sorry I- It's not me, I swear." he pleaded. "We can take that up with Tony," you scoffed, opening another portal and levitating him into another cell.

"Norman?" Doctor Octavius said, noticing him in the cell next to him. "Otto?" the green man said, poking his face out of his cell. "Your dead!" Octavius yelled. "He's what?" you asked. "Dead!"

"No I'm not! I'm right here!" 'Norman' yelled back. "You died fighting Spiderman, remember? You've got yourself a ghost here ma'am." Doctor Octavius replied.

"What? No! I had Spiderman in my grips! I was about to kill him and- and-" he stuttered. "I can't remember. I was here."

You were done hearing there bitter discussion and opened another portal to the top of the building you and Peter were on.

"Oh! And she's a witch!" Doctor Octavius yelled to Norman. "A witch?" he yelled back. You threw yourself through the portal and went to go find Peter to help.

You flew through the dark city looking for the electric man. You flew past 17th street, and saw destruction. Aunt May's apartment complex was burning. You went to inspect, praying that May was out and safe, but instead found a S.W.A.T team surrounding the building.

"Come out with your hands up!" the officer yelled. You heard Peter sobbing from inside the building. You flew down just as Happy drove up. "What the hell is doing on here?" he yelled as they started to arrest him. You drove your powers through the team's senses, freezing them and unhanding Happy.

You ran in the almost crumbled building to find Peter holding Aunt May. "No," you said, hand over your mouth. Peter was sobbing and holding her body. Happy stood frozen at the apartment entrance. You reached down and put your hand on Peter's shoulder. May's cold eyes sunk into yours. "P-Peter the spell- the S.W.A.T team I cant hold them much longer,"

Peter didn't move. You opened up a portal back to Stark towers. The building lit back up with electricity, the blue electric man was gone. "Peter we gotta-"

You had never heard Peter cry like this before. Your heart broke for him. Happy came to his senses and bent down to May. He brushed his hand on her face. "Oh, May." he cried.

"The hell was that?" you heard an officer say. You weren't strong enough to keep the portal and the spell going anymore. "We have to go I'm sorry but guys," you pleaded. Happy grabbed May's torso and Peter grabbed her feet and moved her through the portal and immediately onto a couch.

"Tony!" you yelled through the rooms, looking for him to help. You found him in the basement with the prisoners. "Tony we need help, it's Aunt May." you said out of breathe. You didn't have time to run back up those stairs, you portled yourself and Tony to the room she was in. He ran to her immediately, checking her vitals and anything to possibly save her. Peter was frantic running around the room. You grabbed the poor boy and held him as he cried. "Pete, you've got to calm down." you tried to reassure him. "Calm?" he yelled, breaking out of your arms looking at you disgusted. Maybe wasn't the best time, I guess. He ran out of the open window and webbed himself into the night. "Fuck,"

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Thawing the Widow (A Natasha Romanoff Story): Chapter 5 - Spidey Saves the Day

Chapter Summary: Being homeless is like... kind of hard. Cat hustles a girl scout and nearly gets mugged. Luckily, there's a red and blue superhero with a high-pitched voice ready to save her.

Chapter Warnings: Mugging, Fighting

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January - One(ish) month later - Soup kitchen

“What up, Maxine?”

“Hey, Beck,” Cat said.

“Back again?”

“Can’t seem to stay away.”

Beck slid Cat a piping hot bowl of pasta. He winked at her. “Well, for such a flattering compliment, this one’s on the house.”

“How generous,” she commented dryly.

He slapped a buttered slice of bead onto her tray. “My pleasure, little lady.”

Beck was a volunteer at the soup kitchen. He couldn’t have charged Cat for the pasta if he wanted to. Cat had been coming every now and then for about a month, and it was easily the best decision she ever made. Not only did the food taste great— or maybe she was just so hungry she no longer cared— but no one asked any questions, barely anyone decided to strike up a conversation with her, and Taco was allowed to sit on one of the chairs if he was quiet and not disruptive.

Beck had told her he was nineteen, had three sisters and a brother, had been volunteering at the soup kitchen since he was thirteen, and also worked at a local deli. He was in med school, and was going to be a neurosurgeon. He’d asked her questions too, but Cat always had to sidestep them or lie. She liked Beck, but the further away she held him at length, the better it was for the both of them. To him, her name was Maxine Wheeler, her parents died when she was young, and her dog was called Sandwich.

She didn’t know why she felt the need to lie about Taco’s name, but the less he knew, the better.

Cat tugged on Taco’s leash, leading him towards one of the tables in the corner. She’d gotten him a red one, so she could tie him to a lamppost whenever he wasn’t allowed in supermarkets or libraries. She wasn’t concerned that he would run away, but rather that if someone saw a dog without a leash, they might take him away. But if they saw a dog tied to a lamppost, they might think, Hmm, looks like someone tied this dog to a lamp post. That must mean someone owns this dog.

At the beverages station, Cat made herself a cup of coffee. It was easily the most repulsive watery coffee she had ever tasted, but beggars couldn’t be choosers. This turn of phrase applied to her quite literally now. At the end of the day, she’d rather have a cup of disgusting watery coffee than nothing.

She unceremoniously dumped five packets of sugar into her coffee and stirred in a large amount of milk, diluting the bitterness tenfold. She drained half of the cup in a single gulp, the hot liquid scorching her throat.

Cat took a seat at a table and fed Taco the piece of bread on her tray. He gnawed on it aggressively. She felt bad she didn’t have any meat to give him, but then she saw Beck walking over. He had a small plate with a chicken leg and sausages in hand.

“Beck, you’re amazing. I could marry you right now.”

Beck grinned at Taco, who had leapt on the chicken leg almost immediately after seeing it. “I think I might be too old for you.”

“Seriously,” Cat said. “We both appreciate it.”

“Aw, it was no trouble. Just leftovers from breakfast. We would’ve had to throw it away anyhow.”

Cat didn’t know Beck to be the type to waste food, but she was still grateful to him. She gave him a rare, genuine smile as he waved goodbye, heading back to the serving table.

After he was out of sight, Cat turned back to her meal and began to think. She’d had lots of time to do that these past few days, with no one but Beck and Taco to talk to. She saw other kids at the park, of course, but they never came to talk to her. She noticed the looks the mothers gave her, and how they whispered and pointed. She couldn’t blame them— she knew how she must’ve looked to them. Unkempt and shifty, with her backpack holding all of her belongings.

Cash was a problem.

Cat was down to just a handful of twenties, which wouldn’t last her long at all. It was frightening how fast it had all vanished. Money spent on food, warmer clothes, a bigger backpack, supplies at the cheapest convenience store. Money that dwindled away, day after day. Maybe Trevor hadn’t really had that much money in his drawer to begin with, and maybe Cat had just thought that was the case because she was so unused to seeing it.

“Mo’ money mo’ problems” did not apply here.

Less money meant more problems. Significantly more problems.

No more washing her clothes at the laundromats. No more food or supplies. She’d been surviving off the soup kitchen’s meals, but she was careful to travel to several different kitchens in the city so that no one would notice her consistency and call CPS.

The cold was definitely a problem. New York winters were rough, and Cat only had the shabby gray coat she’d gotten from a homeless shelter and a couple of blankets in her bag to brave the cold. She was no longer going to homeless shelters to sleep. She didn’t feel comfortable being so vulnerable amongst a bunch of untrustworthy strangers she barely knew. Who knew if she was going to wake up with half of her possessions stolen?

For that entire week, she’d found less windy spots to bundle herself with coats and blankets, Taco wrapped in them, and eventually drift off to sleep. Sometimes, she hid behind the bookshelves in the library after closing hours, where it was warm and cozy, and fell asleep. But she wasn’t doing that anymore, because one of the librarians had caught her in the morning and chased her off. They were being more careful now.

For the first time, Cat was scared.

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January - Apartment Lobby

Cat was scared, which meant she was desperate. And a desperate Cat was a Cat with great ideas.

Wonderful, amazing, life-saving, great ideas.

For instance: pretending to be a Girl Scout in order to get free unused cans from people’s apartments.

What a great idea, right?

She couldn’t keep going to the soup kitchens every day. It was tiring to travel to another one every day, and if she went too often they might call CPS on her. She’d gotten the Girl Scout idea from seeing one of them walk into an apartment, bags in hand. There was only one problem: Cat didn’t look like a Girl Scout. At all.

Luckily, that sort of problem could be easily fixed. She’d cleaned herself off using sanitary wipes and a shower she’d found in an old gym, switched her dirty clothes out for clean ones, and arranged her hair so that it no longer resembled a rat’s nest.

Now, there was only one thing she needed.

“I’ll give you ten dollars for it.”

The Girl Scout wrinkled her nose at her. “Ew, no! Why would I give you my sash, anyway?”

They were both standing in the lobby of the apartment, close enough to the entrance so that they were out of earshot of the disapproving receptionist. Cat had managed to flag the girl down as she was on her way inside, holding two empty black bags meant to be filled with cans. The apartment had a no pets policy, so she’d had to tie Taco to a pole outside.

The Girl Scout was maybe a little older than Cat, and looked every part like a Little Miss Perfect. She had long, curled dark hair in a ponytail and tiny manicured nails. She was decked out in a crisp Girl Scout uniform, looking like a miniature summer camp cabin leader. Her eyebrows were scrunched up in a permanent tiny frown.

“How about twenty?”

“Are you kidding me? Mom will kill me if I tell her I traded twenty dollars for my sash.”

“You could always tell her you lost it,” Cat suggested, but the girl reacted as if she’d suggested flinging herself into the middle of a roaring fireplace.

“Lost it!?” Miss Perfect all but shrieked. “What makes you think I am the sort of person who just loses my sash? All of my badges are on this thing. Do you see these?” She violently stabbed a finger towards a badge on her sash. “They were earned by sweat, blood, and tears.”

Cat squinted at the shiny little sewn-on patches on her sash. “Yeah, ‘Finding a Daisy In the Woods’ sounds like it took some serious training.”

“Whatever,” Miss Perfect sniffed. “I don’t expect you to understand.” She looked Cat up and down with a snobbish expression. “Where are your parents, little girl?”

You’re not even that much older than me!

“Don’t have any.”

“Oh, that’s sad,” Miss Perfect said, unperturbed. “Well, if you need a sash so bad, you should become a Girl Scout, it’s not that hard. They’ll probably give you a sash then, but you probably won’t earn as many badges as me.”

If I was a Girl Scout, you’d bet I’d earn as many badges as you, Cat thought viciously . Probably two, three times as many, and then I’d parade them around just so I could see the stupid look on your stupid smug stupid face.

(What? No, Cat wouldn’t consider herself a competitive person.)

“Well, I don’t want to be a Girl Scout.”

“What?” Miss Perfect asked, aghast. “Why?”

Because I’d rather die than wear one of those tiny matching uniforms, Cat nearly said. Instead, she opted for, “‘Cause I’m homeless.”

She gasped, a manicured hand flying up to her mouth. “What?!”

“Yes, I’m a sad, sad, homeless orphan,” Cat said impatiently. “And you’re supposed to be a friggin’ Girl Scout. Aren’t you guys supposed to be a bunch of walking Mother Teresas or something? Helping people is your whole thing.”

“You’re homeless?” she repeated, like she couldn’t wrap her head around the idea. Her eyes had turned wide and disbelieving. “But you’re my age.”

“It’s a long story, okay? Anyway, that’s why I need your sash. So I can get cans from people who don’t need them.”

“What are you going to do with them?”

Cat stared at her like she was stupid. “Eat the stuff inside. What else would I do with them?”

“That is dishonorable!”

“Not really.” Cat was not getting through to this girl. She needed to go in another way. She thought for a moment. “Think about this.” Which might be pretty difficult for you. “You’re collecting cans from people, right? So where do you think all those cans are gonna go?”

“Well… the food bank, of course.”

“Right, and that’s probably going to go towards people like me, homeless people. So by giving me your sash, it’s basically the same thing, but faster. See?” Miss Perfect didn’t look very convinced, so Cat added, “Plus, you’d get twenty dollars from me. That’s probably enough to buy you two sashes.”

Miss Perfect thought about this for a long time. She was silent for so long that Cat was beginning to think that she was ignoring Cat to see if she’d go away, but then she finally said, “Fine. Fifty dollars and we have a deal.”

She stuck her hand out. Cat didn’t shake it.

“What? No,” Cat groaned. “You are seriously the worst Girl Scout ever.”

“Fifty,” she insisted, “or I walk.”

Clearly, Miss Perfect was watching too many action movies.

“Thirty,” Cat bartered.

“Fifty.”

“Thirty-five.”

“Fifty.”

Cat’s hands flew up. “Unbelievable. Do you not know how to barter?”

“Barter?”

“You know! You want one price, I want another. I slowly start raising the price, you slowly start declining until we reach a satisfying consensus.”

Miss Perfect’s frown deepened. “Why would I do that? Then I get less money.”

Un-freaking-believable,

Out of the corner of her eye, Cat noticed their argument had drawn the attention of a few men, lurking in the corner of the lobby. They were dressed darkly, in baggy clothes, and looked very shifty, whispering and laughing to themselves. One or two of them was smoking, filling the lobby with the smell of it. Cat didn’t like the way they were looking at the two of them.

Cat wasn’t going to win this argument, and she really needed to get out of there. However, there was also no freaking way she was about to pay this girl fifty dollars for a little brown piece of fabric with colorful other pieces of fabric on it. She made a show of sighing and rifled through her backpack, opening a small zipper in the lining where she kept her cash. She didn’t like looking in there because it was depressing how little there was now. She stuffed a handful of ones in the center and covered them with a ten and a twenty. Cat held the cash up to her, covering the bills just enough so that it looked enough to be fifty dollars.

Miss Perfect’s eyes widened in awe. She’d probably never been given this much cash to spend in her life. She reached to take it, but Cat held it back from her reach.

“Sash first.”

Miss Perfect crossed her arms. “How do I know you won’t just take it and run?”

“How do I know you won’t just take my money and run?”

“At the same time, then.” She slid her sash off her shoulder and held it out. They exchanged their items.

“Better hide it in your pocket, fast,” Cat suggested, before Miss Perfect could inspect the cash she’d been given for too long. She lowered her voice and darted her eyes at the darkly dressed men purposefully. “You don’t want anyone stealing it. And you’ve gotta tell your mom that you lost the sash or something, so you can’t have her seeing that money.”

“Huh,” Miss Perfect said, surprised by the reasoning of this. “Good idea.”

As Cat had expected, she didn’t bother counting the cash. Rookie. She probably had enough faith in humanity to expect that even scrawny homeless orphans were trustworthy enough not to attempt to scam her out of receiving her money. In a way, Cat envied her.

Cat eyed her bags, thinking of how full her backpack already was. “Hey, uh— you won’t mind if I take those too, do you? I’ll need something to collect the cans with.” She didn’t think Miss Perfect would actually give them to her, but it was worth a shot.

To her surprise, the girl handed them over. Cat was nearly about to say thanks, but then she asked, “This is giving me points, right?”

“Points?” Cat echoed. Is she serious?

“Yeah, like in class. You get good points for doing good things.”

The intelligence of this girl was fascinating and terrifying at the same time. Cat wanted to inspect her under a microscope to see what other miracles her brain might produce. Yet at the same time she wanted to flee in case whatever disease Miss Perfect had might be contagious.

“Yeah, sure, you get ‘points’ for this.”

“Great. Well, it was a pleasure doing business with you, random homeless girl.”

“Likewise,” Cat responded.

She stole a glance at the darkly dressed men in the corner, and saw that they had stopped laughing. Most of them were watching her like hawks. Cat left the building in a hurry, not bothering to say goodbye to the Girl Scout.

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January - Outside

The Girl Scout routine had been a success. Cat had done her best to make herself even more presentable, copying the sensible ponytail Miss Perfect had put her hair in. She washed her face three times in a restroom of a dingy little restaurant and practiced her most sweet, innocent smile in the mirror. It made her facial muscle stiff. She hadn’t smiled that wide in a long time.

It surprised her how many people were willing to give food away. Maybe her smile still had some usefulness. Or maybe it was her young, hopeful face. A lot of people asked if they could pet Taco, so maybe it was that. By the time Cat had collected cans to fill up a bag or so, it was getting dark.

She was hoping to find a quiet place where she and Taco could enjoy a can of cold chicken noodle soup with the single metal spoon that she carried with her, but of course that wouldn’t be happening anytime soon.

In New York, the air was filled with so much honking, voices, music, and movement that it made it hard to focus at times. But Cat had been living on the streets long enough to sense when someone was following her. She’d see reflections of the same people in glass doors, or hear the same jingling of clothing accessories behind her. Sometimes, she would get a weird feeling in the pit of her stomach.

It was usually nothing but paranoia. The people who followed her usually meant no ill will. Usually, they were just heading towards the same direction she was. But this time, it was different.

Cat had recognized the four men who were walking behind her. Darkly dressed, baggy clothing, mischievous expressions. She’d turned three corners, and they were still a few yards away from her. Close enough so that she could hear their footsteps, clumsily falling on the New York sidewalk. They weren’t laughing or talking. They were silent.

Cat walked faster. She tugged Taco closer to her. Taco seemed to sense that there was trouble. Instead of pitching a fit and plopping down on the sidewalk, the beagle hurried along and matched her pace. Cat inwardly thanked whoever was the god of beagles, because they’d come through for her on this one.

It’s probably nothing. They’re probably a bunch of nice people. Like… really intense but nice dentists who are following me because they’re concerned for my dental health.

Even the voice inside her head sounded ridiculous.

Don’t turn back. If they ask you to stop, keep walking. If they walk faster, you walk faster. If they start running, run like hell. But don’t run yet, in case that makes them run. If they catch you, turn around and punch them in the face like you did to Trevor that one time.

At the word Trevor, a shiver passed through her body. If she had the nerve to actually punch her uncle, she should have the nerve to punch these random guys who may or may not be a bunch of nice dentists. She’d clocked Trevor right in the face. The punch had landed somewhere next to his nose— somewhere squishy. (She preferred not to revisit what happened to her after that had happened.)

No, a punch wouldn’t do it. There were— how many?— about four of them, and one of her. She needed her knife. The kitchen knife she’d stolen from Trevor’s kitchen. She suddenly remembered Natasha’s knife as it sliced through the ropes, and cursed herself for not stealing one of them when she left. The woman had to have at least ten of them, missing one wouldn’t have done her any harm. Pushing the bag of canned goods into the crook of her elbow, Cat reached into her jacket pocket, and with great relief, noted that the kitchen knife she’d stashed in there hadn’t been stolen.

Cat fisted the hand that was holding the bag of canned goods. She could feel her heartbeat all the way throughout her body, thrumming in her ears, ramming against her ribs, pulsing at her wrist.

Cat steeled herself. You’re not scared.

As she told herself this, her grip on Taco’s leash had tightened so that her knuckles were white. She didn’t realize how fast she was walking until she took a glance at Taco and saw his legs moving faster than usual.

Her heart was thumping against her chest.

Cat had been so deep in thought that she hadn’t realized that she’d accidentally wandered into a darker part of New York. She hadn’t been here before, and she certainly had no idea where she was. The narrow streets were gloomy, lit creepily by streetlights. Buildings loomed above her, hiding the moonlight. Even creepier, she could still hear the footsteps. This was not where she wanted to be.

Thumpthumpthumpthumpthump —

“Hey!” one of the men yelled. “Little girl! Are you lost?”

It wasn’t friendly enough to be convincing. She walked faster. She made up a rhythm in her head that went to the beat of her steps. Maybe if she focused on that hard enough, the footsteps and voices would fade away… But no luck.

“We can help you, if you’re lost!” a different voice called. It was deeper.

“Yeah, just turn back around!”

“Hey! Why’re you in such a hurry, little lady?”

Cat turned her head back, quickly. They were closer than they had been before. “I’m not lost!” she called. “Leave me alone, please.”

There was a sprinkling of laughter.

Cat’s thoughts were flying every which way, her mind was a mess. What was she going to do? It would be dumb to turn around. It would be dumber to stop. But what would happen if she just ignored them? Cat only had time to notice that her footsteps were slowing down before the men moved on her.

It all happened so fast.

She didn’t have time to scream, let alone grab out her kitchen knife and make the decision to stab one of them. One of the men smashed into her, pulling her into an abandoned alleyway. The rest surrounded her. The canned goods crashed to the ground, cans rolling in every which way. The sash was ripped off of her shoulder violently, and it fluttered to the ground.

“Taco!” Cat screamed.

She didn’t know why she was screaming for the beagle when it was her being attacked. Maybe it was easier being worried about someone else’s safety than her own.

“TACO!”

There was more laughter from the men.

“What the hell is she screaming about?” the man with the deep voice rumbled. “Is she hungry?”

“Whaddya lookin’ at me for, man? I don’t freakin’ know anything about kids.”

Cat scrambled to her feet. She had to strain her eyes to see the dark shapes of the four men, all standing above her. She scanned her surroundings, looking for Taco. With an inward sigh of relief, she noticed that the beagle had retreated in a dark shadow. Part of the red leash was lying on the ground, illuminated by the circle of light cast by a street lamp. Cat hoped the muggers wouldn’t notice as well. More so, she prayed that Taco wouldn’t try and bark at the muggers, which would be sweet but unhelpful.

Deep Voice picked up a fallen can of chili from his feet. “Why do you need so much food, Fake Girl Scout? You have so much money.”

“Don’t you recognize us?” another asked. Cat could make out a bright red fedora on his head. It clashed horribly with his hair.

“We saw you give that Girl Scout some money,” chimed Deep Voice.

“It looked like a lot of money,” agreed Red Fedora.

“You got any more in that backpack?”

“How ‘bout you share some of that money with us, huh?”

“There’s no more left.” Cat hated that she couldn’t stop her voice from shaking. She tried to make it sound braver. “Too bad, so sad. So suck it.”

One of the other mens’ smiles turned menacing. “I think she’s lying.”

He was essentially a giant. Every part of his body looked like it had been enlarged and stretched out by some type of machine. His muscles bulged on his neck— which was a weird place to notice muscles bulging, but whatever.

“How about you show us what’s in that backpack of yours, and we’ll see for ourselves?”

It was at that point Cat started screaming. First it was nonsensical yelling, then it turned into cries for help. “HELP! HELP!”

No one came. The only response to her shouts was jeering from the men. She realized that no one was coming. Of course, no one was stupid enough to get in the middle of a mugging with dangerous men in the middle of the night. In no time, her fear morphed into anger, then she was cursing and swearing up a storm at them. She wouldn’t repeat the things she said, because they weren’t very nice things.

It only made them laugh harder.

“My! This one’s got a filthy mouth!”

“It’s getting annoying. Shut her up!”

Cat refused to shut up. She screamed and screamed and screamed, until the giant man clamped his hand over her mouth. It was so large, it covered the entire bottom half of her face. She flailed around in his grip and chomped down on one of his fingers. Giant Hand Man withdrew his hand with a howl of pain.

That seemed to make him mad. Red Fedora threw her against a wall and held her there, which knocked the air out of her so that she stopped yelling for a moment. Her backpack was still hanging onto her shoulders. She heard something in there crunch painfully. Before she could regain control of her breathing, Giant Hand Man reared back and punched her in the stomach. Cat’s head jerked forward as pain exploded where his fist had rammed into her abdomen. The laughter had ceased.

The last man was standing a little further back. “Jeez,” he whispered to Giant Hand Man, “no need to be so rough. She’s just a kid.” His voice was higher than the rest. He seemed younger, and a little uneasy with it all. Cat hadn’t heard Young Guy participate in the taunting and laughing. He was glancing around like he was expecting to be caught any moment.

“She’s a bitch,” Giant Hand Man replied.

Damn right I am. Cat spat right in the Giant Hand’s eye. She cursed at him again.

He recoiled in disgust, wiping the spit off of his face with a roar. “The hell did you just say to me?”

She saw the blow coming but her shoulders were pushed against the wall— she couldn’t do anything to stop it. She struggled helplessly as the man’s hand connected with the right side of her cheek. It stung.

In the darkly lit alley, the Giant Hand Man’s face looked startlingly like Trevor’s. Cat was still. Her arms hung uselessly at her sides, the right side of her face burning.

“Where’s the money?” he demanded.

“I told you, idiot,” Cat snarled through gritted teeth, “there’s no more money.”

“Check her backpack,” Deep Voice suggested.

Giant Hand Man reached for her shoulder, and Cat reacted by kicking him hard in the groin. He collapsed with a strangled groan. Before she could kick Red Fedora in the face and run, both him and Deep Voice secured her arms so that she was pressed against the wall. Deep Voice maneuvered her so that Red Fedora could wrench the backpack from her. He tossed it to Young Guy, who nearly dropped it.

“Dang,” he muttered. “This thing is heavy.”

“Quit messing around and find the money,” Red Fedora snapped.

Young Guy fumbled with the zippers, opening and closing all the pockets and rooting through her stuff. He tossed some of her clothes on the ground as he searched for it.

“Hey!” Cat protested. “Don’t just throw my stuff on the ground! It’s going to get dirty!”

Red Fedora shook her so hard that Cat could nearly feel her brain rattling around in her head. “Shut up!”

Young Guy looked up. “There’s nothing in here.”

“Give me that!”

Red Fedora let go of Cat’s arm rifled through the bag. Deep Voice’s attention had been diverted; his grip on her other arm was starting to loosen. With her right arm free, Cat’s hand dropped to her coat pocket, where her knife was. Giant Hand Man was helping Red Fedora look through her bag, with no success.

“I already told you, dimwits,” Cat said, turning her voice into an indifferent, bored drawl. “There’s nothing in there. Zip. Zilch. Nada.”

Giant Hand Man turned to Red Fedora with an almost laughable sheepishness. “There ain’t nothing’ here, man. We should just go home.”

Red Fedora turned on her. “Don’t lie to me, girl!”

“Hey, listen,” Cat said. She was no longer scared. These were a bunch of silly men whose blows couldn’t hurt her, and she didn’t have anything that they wanted. “You’re in denial. I get it. I’ve been there. But trying to beat up a little girl while your buddies are holding her against the wall ain’t the way to go about it.”

“I know you’ve got more money hidden,” he repeated. “Where is it?”

“Trust me, if I had money to give, I’d sure give it to you. Only, you chose the wrong homeless orphan to terrorize tonight. Facts are, I’m broke, dude. And you’re just pathetic.”

That did it. He viciously backhanded her. The blow made her ears ring and the blood pound in her ears. This time, Cat didn’t stop yelling.

“Okay, fine! You really wanna know where the money is? It’s at the North Pole with Santa’s goddamn reindeers!”

Another punch. It didn’t faze Cat. Her cheek was numb. She had taken worse hits before. She felt herself slipping back into an old routine. Before Red Fedora could strike her again, something weird happened.

“HEY!” a voice called out. It was a high-pitched male voice, coming from above their heads. “That isn’t very nice!”

Thwip! Thwip!

Two strands of a translucent-white material attached themselves to each of Red Fedora’s wrists. Cat saw his face transform from anger to shock, then increasing horror as the white material yanked him upwards into the air.

“Karen,” the same voice said, quieter, “that was your cue to do the thing.”

Cat had extremely good hearing, but even she had to strain her ears in order to hear the sound of a robotic voice going, “My apologies. I wasn’t sure what you meant.”

The voice sighed. “Just do the sedative web thingies.”

“Sedative webs initiated.”

There was another thwip, the noise of something hitting flesh, then Red Fedora’s groaning fell suspiciously silent. Cat’s, and the other three men’s, gazes followed the sound of the groan to see a blue and red figure perched on a balcony about five stories above.

“Howdy, gentlemen,” Spider-Man said pleasantly. He tilted his head towards Cat. “And lady. I just have one question for you all. Why do you need four guys to mug one little girl?”

“It’s Spider-Man!” Giant Hand Man gasped.

“Hey! You know me! Then you should know that I don’t condone mugging people in dark alleys.”

“Wait! Wait, wait— ahhhhhhhhh!”

Giant Hand Man’s screams followed Red Fedora’s as he was yanked up into the air as well. Cat was shocked how easily Spider-Man was able to pull him up, considering how his lean frame compared to Giant Hand Man’s hulking mass of muscle.

“Sedative web!” Spider-Man called as he shot a strand of web towards him, cutting his screaming short. Cat saw Giant Hand Man’s hand fall down to his chest like he had fallen asleep.

“First of all,” Spider-Man continued conversationally, as if nothing strange had happened, “it’s cliche. Like, how many movies have you seen where people get mugged in dark alleys? Second of all— hey, where are you going, man?”

Spider-Man flipped down from his ledge, landing neatly in a stance on the ground. Deep Voice had been dumb enough to try and run away. Young Guy, who’d been trying to do the same thing, froze in his place. Spider-Man shot a web that landed in the middle of Deep Voice’s back and pulled on the strand, yanking the man back so hard that he flew over their heads and crashed into a Dumpster.

“Hey, you trying to leave without even saying goodbye?” asked Spider-Man, making his way towards the Dumpster. “Rude.”

Deep Voice got to his feet. His eyes were panicked. Once he realized that Spider-Man was after him, he changed tactics. With a cry, he started charging at him, fists raised. Spider-Man stopped walking towards him. He awkwardly stood there until Deep Voice was just a couple inches away from making contact before he caught his fist mid-air and flipped him hard on his back, as easy as someone might squash a cockroach. Deep Voice let out a long, drawn-out groan. Spider-Man threw him— yes, threw him — into the air and webbed him to the wall next to Giant Hand Man.

Spider-Man then turned to Young Guy, who already had his hands up. He was shaking like a leaf. “I-I’m a huge fan,” he said.

“Thanks. I appreciate that, man,” Spider-Man said amiably, pointing his web shooters towards his face. “Too bad you’re a huge jerk. Otherwise, we would’ve gotten along great.”

“W-wait!”

Spider-Man paused, humoring him. “What?”

“Um.” Clearly, Young Guy hadn’t expected that to work. His face held a shoot, what do I do now expression. “Please d-don’t hurt me!”

“Why?” Spider-Man’s voice was disgusted. “You were perfectly content to hurt this girl a few seconds ago. Why shouldn’t I give you the same treatment?”

“I didn’t even want to do this! The other guys, they’re my cousins! They made me come with them!” Young Guy babbled. “I didn’t even hurt her!”

“So? You could’ve stopped them. Did you?”

“Well, no, but—”

“But nothing. Bye now.” Spider-Man threw him up with the rest of the guys and stuck him to the wall, shooting two more sedative webs up to silence both Young Guy and Deep Voice.

“That’s a neat trick,” Cat commented, clutching Taco to her chest. While the chaos was going on, she’d grabbed him from the shadows to make sure the beagle hadn’t been trampled. Luckily, they were both still in one piece.

“What? Nah, it’s nothing. It’s just a little— thwip! Thwip! Bam!” He made und motions with his web shooters, mimicking the sounds they made.

“Are they completely knocked out?”

“Yep. Probably gonna stay that way for a bit, until the police find them. I left them a nice note, stuck it in that big hairy guy’s beard.”

“That was really cool of you to save my life. Thanks.”

“Hey, it’s what I do. Friendly neighborhood Spider-Man and all.” His lenses widened as he focused on her. “You okay?”

“I’ll be fine.”

A wave of exhaustion crashed over her. She swayed on her feet, nearly toppling over before Spider-Man steadied her. “Whoa, whoa, whoa— yeah, I don’t think so. You look pretty beat up. No offense.”

Cat imagined she looked awful. She could feel her right cheek burning and her left eye beginning to puff up. Her ribs ached from the hit she’d taken from Giant Hand Man. Not only that, but she probably had dark circles around her eyes from lack of sleep, messy hair, and generally looked like a homeless girl who’d lost a fight with a giant.

“I’m fine,” she repeated. It was her motto these days. She set Taco down on the ground and started picking up the fallen canned goods that had rolled away.

Spider-Man joined her on the ground. “Whew,” he said, loading his arms full of cans. He picked up nearly all of them at the same time, lifting them with ease. “Whaddya need all these for?”

“It’s food,” Cat said, picking up the torn Girl Scout sash. She could probably fix it with some duct tape from the soup kitchen. No one would even notice. “So I can eat. Duh.”

“Oh. Wait, are you—”

“Homeless? Orphaned? Pathetic? Yeah.” Cat was getting tired of explaining all this to people. But this was Spider-Man she was talking to, so she’d give him a pass. (She’d have to add a third tally to her mental Avengers I’ve Met list. Maybe her good-for-nothing luck was starting to be a little more good-for-something.) She’d be lying if she said she wasn’t a little in awe of him. But now that the adrenaline was ebbing away, she was feeling a little too drained and sleepy to properly fangirl.

“Oh, uh,” Spider-Man seemed embarrassed. He slid the armful of cans he was holding into her bag—

“Thanks,” Cat said.

—- and straightened. “I didn’t mean—”

“You sound younger than I thought you would,” Cat interrupted. She really didn’t want to get into the pity zone. “You sound like a kid.”

“What? No!” His voice raised an octave, sounding suspiciously panicky. Then, he not-so-subtly deepened his voice. “I mean— no, of course not. Why would you even think that?”

“Hey.” She raised her hands. “Just an observation, no need to get so defensive.” She tilted her head. “But the fact that you did get defensive makes me think I’m right.”

Spider-Man opened his mouth to realitate, but she talked over him.

“I’m not hating or anything. I think it’s super cool. But you should invest in one of those things— what are they called? Oh! Voice modulators. Yeah, they make your voice sound super weird, like Darth Vader.”

“Huh, I actually tried that once. Didn’t go so well. Which is not me admitting that you’re right, by the way,” he added on quickly.

“You don’t need to. I already know I’m right. But I can play along, if that makes you feel better, Spider-Boy.”

Spider-Man frowned at her. At least, Cat assumed that he was frowning because the mask creased a little in the center of where his eyebrows should be. “It’s Spider-Man.”

“Really? That seems a little misleading, since you’re obviously not a man.”

His shoulders sank a little. “You really think I should go with the voice modulator?”

“Not unless you don’t want people thinking you’re Spider-Boy.” Cat lowered her voice. “Don’t worry, though, I won’t tell anyone.”

“I’d appreciate that.” Spider-Man held out the bag full of cans as well as her backpack to her. He’d picked up all the items Young Guy had scattered all over the floor and zipped them shut inside her backpack.

“Thanks,” Cat found herself saying for the third or fourth time.

Spider-Man patted Taco on the head. “Whoa! Cute beagle.”

“Don’t encourage her,” Cat told him. “I think she’s getting full of herself.”

“What’s her name?”

“Taco.”

“That’s adorable!”

“I know. She doesn’t look like a taco, though. I named her that because the first time we met, she tried to steal my taco.”

“Good dog,” Spider-Man crooned at her.

“No,” Cat frowned. “Bad dog. Very bad dog.”

Spider-Man looked at her thoughtfully. “What’s your name?”

Cat nearly told him Maxine, but to her surprise, founding herself telling him her real name.

“It was nice meeting you, Cat. I gotta swing now—” He stopped to snicker at his own joke, then coughed. “Stopping crime and all. But is there somewhere I can drop you off? I know you don’t have, like, a house or anything,” he rushed on hurriedly, “but maybe like a shelter? Or— I don’t know— a warmer place? It’s pretty chilly out here.”

Cat almost declined his generous offer, but at that moment an idea at the back of her mind nudged her. She was cold, hungry, and tired. Collapsing in the middle of the street in this shady neighborhood was not the best of plans. No, she needed a place to stay, preferably a place with food and heaters. It had to be a place that allowed dogs and had food for Taco. But… where?

Suddenly, a light switched on in her brain, and Cat knew exactly where to go.

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Notes: Our favorite redheaded assassin makes her return next chapter! What did you think of the Spider-Man interactions?

[the-broken-truth]

Hi can I request

yandere avengers x daughter reader

Were the daughter was getting picked on at school and she has a very bad allergic reaction to certain thing.

And the teacher who also picks on her use it and she Rush to the hospital cue anger parents

Broken Truth: Okay. The original team consisted of Iron Man, Captain America, Thor, Hulk, Black Widow, and Hawkeye Since I don't want to give them all a child, I'll make it to where the newest member of the Avengers is like a child to them and the teacher will be royally fucked.

Mask: You swear too much.

Broken Truth: Says you. Now, let the words weave together!!!

When [Name] come before the Avengers, they were going to send her home because she was just a high schooler with no real need to be in the danger the Avengers went against every day but when they saw her powers and just how powerful she was against them in hand-to-hand combat, they would rather have her as an ally rather than an enemy, so they accepted her and gave her the name [Superhero Name].

As [Name] hung around the Avengers, they all became seeing her in a new light: Captain American began seeing her as a daughter, along with Black Widow who wanted to keep the kid closer to her than any male on the team. Iron Man began seeing her as a niece that he wanted to spoil to the core but she never accepted the gifts that he offered; maybe he never found what she wanted yet, and he would keep looking. Thor and Hulk became overprotective older brothers who fought for their little sister's affection. Hawkeye became an uncle who learned to give [Name] her space when she asked for it...but that didn't stop him from watching her from a distance.

As time went on, they noticed that [Name] looked emotionally drained whenever she came from school and asked her about it, but she never told them anything; that resulted in Tony & Hawkeye looking into [Name's] school to learn that there was a teacher that loved to pick on [Name] for no reason at all. This angered the Avengers but there was nothing they could do about it...until now.

Everyone knew that name was deathly allergic to [Allergy] and they did whatever they could to be it away from her but when they got a call from [Name's] School - Tony tapped the wire at [Name's] Parents' House - and learned that [Name] was in the hospital because someone slipped a [Allergy Object] into [Name's] Lunch. The parents didn't arrive because they were away on vacation so Captain America and Black Widow - in their civilian clothes - went to the hospital masquerading as [Name's] parents and grilled the principal that was there with the teacher and some of [Name's] Friends that didn't stop the teacher out of fear. They informed the Principal that her uncle was going to be suing the school for this mishap and there was nothing they were going to do to stop them before they went to see [Name], who was sound asleep.

"Don't worry, [Name]. Your new parents are gonna make sure everything is going to be okay." Natasha said as she stroked [Name's] cheek.

"We'll look for some new schools for her; I don't trust that place with my daughter again." Steve said

[planetariumx]

Murder at the Movies

Natasha Romanoff x gn!reader (reader is not physically described so everyone can read ☺️)

Word count: almost 1.6k

Summary: based off the song Murder at the Movies by Sushi Soucy definitely give it a listen! (the last lines of this fic in italics are song lyrics) takes place before Nat joins the Avengers/Shield

Warnings: Minor spoilers for Black Widow (just tiny details), this is an angsty fic (again) and does not have a happy ending. As the title suggests, it’s about murder/death, guns, and stalking a target. it’s not creepy (just the usual spy stuff for Nat) but if you are worried I would recommend listening to the song first bc I based the plot off of the story in the song

A/N: I’m back on my sporadic writing bullshit 🤙 I mostly get fic ideas from songs so here’s another. I recently found this song and it gave me Natasha vibes so I wrote this! First time writing for Nat, she was my first avenger crush so I am very attached to her (canon who?) I know I don’t write much but every like/reblog makes my heart soar &lt;;3 Masterlist

The job paid well. It should be easy enough, just a civilian who saw something they shouldn’t have. Natasha closes the folder with the information and sets it back down on the desk in front of her.

“You’ve got a deal.”

“Great, of course we ask for you to be discreet. If your reputation is to be believed we should have no problems.” spoke the client, “We also have a deadline, we’d like this done before anyone catches wind of it.”

~~~

Nat’s been tracking you for a few weeks now, taking note of your schedule and making notes on the routes you use. She’s gathered enough information and gets ready to finish the job tonight. You’d taken the day off from work and had spent the day outside. That evening Natasha follows you to the diner you frequent on weekends. She sits in a booth towards the back and orders a black coffee to keep up appearances while she waits. You sit alone, sipping on a milkshake while scrolling through your phone. Natasha is starting to get impatient when you look up and meet her eyes across the diner. You give her a smile and she quickly looks away. She catches you glancing at her a few times before you stand and bring your milkshake over to her table.

“Mind if I sit here?” You ask and she puts on a practiced smile and gestures for you to sit down across from her.

“I hope I’m not bothering you, it’s my birthday today and I was lonely and then I saw you looking at me- sorry I never do things like this but I guess I was feeling brave.” You start to ramble and grow quiet towards the end. Natasha finds it oddly endearing.

“Happy birthday” is her response, she gives you a genuine smile this time. You light up at that.

“Thanks, you can have some of my milkshake if you want, it’s my favorite.” You say as you reach for another straw. She doesn’t say it but it’s her favorite flavor too.

You both end up ordering some food and talk for hours, Natasha keeps the conversation away from talking about herself. It’s dark by the time the check comes. Natasha pays despite your insistence on at least splitting the bill. She argues it’s your birthday and you begrudgingly let her pay. She offers to walk you home and you chat the whole way home. She pretends not to know where you live. You wave as you shut the door.

She’ll do the job another night, it is your birthday after all. At least that’s what she tells herself.

~~~

It’s a few days later when she sees you again, well, when you see her again. It’s the weekend and you’ve mostly been at home but you needed to get groceries before the next week started. You’re walking down the cereal aisle when you spot a familiar red head. You greet her excitedly and say you’re happy to see her again. Natasha laughs and says the same, it may be more true than she realizes. She tells herself that getting you to trust her will make the job easier. You chat some more while you finish shopping and exchange numbers before going your separate ways.

You bump into each other a few more times in the coming week, it’s not a coincidence when Natasha knows your routine, but you don’t need to know that. By the next weekend you’ve invited her to the movies, there’s a new one you’ve been meaning to see but felt awkward going alone. She agrees and ‘forgets’ to bring her gun.

You both have a great time and she offers to get pizza after, you of course agree. You laugh and talk the whole night and Natasha tells you a little about herself, things she can tell you that is. You learn she dyed her hair blue when she was a kid, she speaks multiple languages, and the song American Pie reminds her of her sister.

She walks you home again and you agree to meet for lunch on Tuesday. She walks back to her own apartment and if she feels lighter than usual she doesn’t question it.

~~~

Going to the movies on the weekend becomes a habit for you two. Natasha finds herself smiling more than she ever has, and by the time she realizes how close she’s gotten to you, it’s too late. Last weekend, you had sat closer to her at dinner and ended up holding her hand in the movie. When she walked you home, you stood outside your door for longer than usual. She had been shocked when you dashed forward and kissed her cheek before spinning around and rushing inside, smiling shyly before wishing her a good night and closing the door. She had walked home in a daze, smiling and touching her cheek. She slept better than she ever had that night.

~~~

As the weeks passed and the deadline grew closer, Natasha starts to grow restless. She’s never had trouble with this before, never cared about a target like she cares about you. She’s been doing this her whole life, what changed? When did she get careless? How could she let this happen? She’s supposed to be a professional, she doesn’t get attached. It’s how she was raised, attachments cause problems. She understands that more now than ever.

You have no idea of her internal conflict, she is still a master assassin and spy after all. You are at the movies just like every weekend, you’re talking about something you read in a book recently but Natasha isn’t listening, too focused on her inner turmoil. She pulls you off to the side before you enter the theater.

“Listen, I- I’m not who you think I am.” She speaks low so others don’t hear, you give her a confused look but she continues before you can ask anything.

“I’ve never felt this way about a target before, it’s against my ways, it makes my job harder.”

“Nat what are you saying? What job?” You ask, surprisingly calm. She stays silent, not knowing what to say. She can see the gears turning in your mind, then a look of shock, followed by a look of understanding. She knows you’re smart, she can tell you’ve connected the dots. The crime you witnessed weeks ago, her coming into your life shortly after, never talking about where she comes from or what she does. You barely know anything about her but she seems to know everything about you.

“Come on, we’re gonna miss the previews” Your response confuses her but she lets you pull her into the theater.

The seats are mostly empty, only a few people scattered across the middle section. You lead her to the back row and sit down, patting the seat next to you. You make the usual small talk about the previews but Nat is trying to figure you out. She could have sworn you figured out what she was here to do, so why weren’t you running? You had willingly put yourself in the back of a dark, mostly empty room with her.

She is so caught up in her thoughts that she doesn’t even notice when the actual movie starts. She watches your face as you watch the film, you show no sign of fear. You are the most interesting person she has ever met and the gun tucked into her inner jacket pocket feels heavy.

When the main fight sequence in the movie starts, you turn to her. The sounds of the movie cover the words you whisper to her but she’s good at reading lips.

“It’s okay, I’m glad it’s you” and with that you close your eyes, lean in, and kiss her. Natasha doesn’t remember closing her eyes but when you pull away, her eyes blink open. Yours stay shut and you lean your head on her shoulder. Her heart feels like it’s about to implode and her hand shakes as she reaches into her jacket. You make no sound as she presses the gun against your chest, over your heart and clicks the safety off. A single tear rolls down Nat’s cheek and falls on the top of your head. You take her empty hand in yours, bring it to your lips and kiss it before lowering it to your lap, never letting go. Natasha listens for when the sound of the movie swells and feels numb as she pulls the trigger.

Your grip on her hand loosens and she feels like her own heart just shattered. The tears flow freely now as she sits in shock of what she’s done. Clicking the safety back on and tucking the gun under her shirt, she takes off her jacket and wraps it around you. She stands and lifts your limp body into her arms, wraps your own arms around her neck so it looks like you are sleeping. No one even glances at her as she carries you out of the theater.

~~~

Years later, she sits on a couch in Avengers Tower while Tony and Steve argue over which movie to watch. She hasn’t been paying attention to their bickering but when the opening of a familiar movie starts to play, she abruptly stands and leaves the room, muttering about not feeling well suddenly.

You can get away with murder at the movies

The action on the screen can mask the gunshot and the screams

Isn’t that so interesting

I find that interesting

(repost bc some stuff wasn't working before)

[cassandramaximoff]

Lover/s Chapter 2:

Lover/s Chapter 2: 

Dedicated to @ripofflizzie, who was my first ever comment. (I tried my best to expedite the chapter for you) 

Fic Premise: Fic will start with an established soulmate Omegaverse relationship between a civilian (Omega Fem) Author insert and an avenger (Alpha) Black Widow. Both of them are waiting for their third soulmate. At some point, after some gratuitous smut and fluff, Reader is kidnapped by Wanda during an engagement with the avengers (Hydra removed her other alpha's mark?), and Wanda edits her memories of Reader to make her believe Natasha was her abuser. Finally, after some more gratuitous fluff and smut and angst on the side of Natasha, all three soulmates are united. 

Author's Note and Disclaimer: This is my absolute first fic. After consuming through some of the absolute fantastic works here regarding WandaNat, I thought I'd contribute my own to the treasure trove of Tumblr. This work is in various tenses, and I've only really written essays and reports so the prose is weird. 

Eventual Wandanat

Warnings: Slight Mentions of physical and psychological abuse, unhealthy relationship dynamics, strap-on use, orgasm denial, memory alteration F/F, F/F/F. Heat/mating cycles, GxP(eventual)

Also, I'm thinking of 1-2 more purely Nat X readers before Wanda swoops in to take her Lil Omega. Maybe do some Multiverse of Madness tie in? 

Word count 1.6k plus Authors note 2:  Piroshki are like lil fried mini pies if you have a favorite dish you’d like featured let me know (So i can cook in IRL and mention it in fiction)

After your breakfast, you took one of Natasha's unlaundered cardigans and tried the sleeves loosely around your neck, and headed to the library on the common floor, hoping to do some digital sketches for your Etsy store. It was a small income compared to Natasha's, but it was about the only work Natasha would allow, as it didn't require you to leave the compound. (She doesn't like you leaving without her to keep you safe)

The art also helped during her long stints away, giving you something to focus on rather than the tendrils of loneliness that seemed to overcome  Omegas, apart from their soulmates for extended periods. Your current work was for a Dungeons and dragons original Character: An Orcish rogue, a strange combination but an interesting one all the same.

You'd taken off the cardigan and tied it around your neck, occasionally dipping your chin into the knot you'd made with the sleeves and inhaling Natasha's comforting scent. You were engrossed with your drawing until a notification flashed atop the screen of your drawing pad with a text from Natasha. 

1:19 pm: Hey, love, we're about to break for lunch. Shield catered, and they've got (y/fav food). Thinking about picking some up and eating with you?

You replied: 

1:20 pm: Natasha... We've talked about this. You're always welcome to drop in on me, especially if it's with (y/fav lunchtime savory food). I'm in the library. See you soon? 

almost immediately, her response popped up with the chime you'd chosen as her text message tone

1:20 pm: On my way! 

You sat in your beanbag chair, still working on your sketch. Until Natasha appeared with a tray with all the fixings for your favorite meal, she left it at the closest table to you and walked over, planting a quick kiss on the crown of your head. 

"I missed you." She whispered as she offered her hand to help you out of the beanbag chair and carried you bridal style before setting you in her lap. As Natasha snuck whiffs of your scent gland between morsels, you each picked from the platter of (Y/Fav food). The meal went quickly and in comfortable silence until you reached for the pudding cup of chocolate mousse. Natasha reached for your arm, holding it still. 

Her other hand brought the mouse closer to you both, picked up a dessert spoon, took a spoonful of it, and brought it to your mouth, dragging the spoon across your lips, pleading for entry. 

You're heart burst with joy at the display of affection from Natasha, and you acquiesced to her silent request parting your lips for the silky dessert. She let go of your arm and wrapped her arm around your waist, pulling your back flush with her chest. And you shared the dessert. After you'd finished both pudding cups, you turned to straddle her. You smiled, kissing away a spot of chocolate mousse on the corner of her lips. "That was new...any particular reason you felt like feeding me? Not that I didn't like it. 

She blushed. I'm not so sure myself. It's been so long, and I still don't have a full grip on these instincts I've had to repress for so long. But I definitely enjoyed that, having you so close and the inner Alpha purrs when providing for you so. And the spoon makes me think of other things that mouth of yours can do."

You smirked at her last comment.

"My mouth, hmm? Well, I'm sure my strong and providing Alpha has to get back to their recruits. I'm going to keep sketching for a few hours. Then, I'll meet you back home for dinner? And who knows what my mouth might do then?" 

The rest of the day passed with you sending a few first sketches to your customers for review, replying to Etsy messages, and scrolling through shopping sites for a new drawing stylus. 

As the natural light ebbed with the sun's setting, you moved back to you and asked Friday to organize ingredients and additional yeast for Pirozhki as you didn't have time for the dough to take 3 hours to rise. 

You hummed (Y/fav song) as you shredded cabbage, carrot, diced onion, and dill while waiting for the dough to rise. Then, cooked off the beef mince and added your vegetables and spices and created your Piroshki, secretly hoping that her favorite food might put Natasha in a safe enough headspace to feed you again. 

As you were frying to second to last batch, the lift doors pinged at your entry foyer, and a drained looking Natasha walked into the kitchen. You were focused on fishing out your little hand pies, so you only look up in time to feel your red-headed ninja's arms wrap around your waist, her nose making a beeline towards your scent gland. She pulls you towards her and inhales. 

"Hey, love, hot oil on the fire here. Let me finish up, and I can cuddle with you and a plate of Piroshki with siracha, and you can tell me all about the brainless shield agents."

She planted a kiss over your scenting gland, released you and swiped a Piroshki in a single movement. She took a bite and groaned with delight. Seeing your Alpha's stress momentarily evaporate by your doing made your inner omega sing. 

You carefully fry the last batch of your little hand pies. And leave them to drain. Take the cooling ones onto a plate and squirt a  good dollop of sriracha into a small bowl. You moved to your living area and settled into Natasha's side. Presenting her the plate of Piroshki as her arm came round your shoulders. 

"I made your favorite Nat. Were the dunderheads extra dundery today?" 

Y-you didn't have to do this (Y/n). These are phenomenal...What did I in a past life to deserve you?" 

You move to straddle her putting your forehead against hers. "Natasha! You are deserving of love. I know about the blood in your ledger. But you escaped that. You do work to protect people now. I don't know if I believe in reincarnation, but you are worthy of love ... You are WORTHY not because of any past lives but because of you. Okay? Please, I need you to know that. I can't wait to meet the third member of our soul-bound. To show you that it's not just me who sees you this way. That you are loved truly and wholly loved." 

"We are soulmates our goal should be a never ending positive feedback loop of making each other's life better. I wanted to do this for you, just like you wanted to bring me lunch. So I'll hear none of this disparagement." You finish your rant, slumping your shoulders sadly.

you pulled away from her, giving her some space as she breathed in deeply. "I never mean to doubt your love (Y/n/n). But, it is hard for me. I can't relax with you. I have to force myself to work against what they taught me. It's hard being in fully conscious control, like when you think about breathing. I'm sorry if I come off as hot and cold. I-I'm working on being a better soulmate for you and wherever our third might be. It's hard, but I want to be the soulmate that you deserve."

It was a surprising insight into the mind of your Alpha. "You've come so far, Nat. I'm proud of you, so freaking proud of you. Is there anything I can do to make it easier? Make it so you can relax? I know relationships aren't always easy, but I don't want to be suffocating you."

She bent her neck, seeking out your mating gland and inhaled. "I really don't know, but please call me out on it. I can't be better if you don't tell me when I fail." Natasha said, nuzzling your mating gland and inhaling your scent. 

She flipped you around, keeping you on her lap and just kept you close. She quickly turned the TV on, playing the most recent episode of Sense 8. And just held you. You occasionally took a Piroshki and nibbled at it as Natasha moved to massage the base of your neck. You sink into your Alpha. As her fingers keep working their magic, you begin keening as the stress in your neck. 

 "Kotenok, what have I told you about keeping a proper posture when working? I already hate having to control you by not letting you have a normal job. But I don't want to stop you from doing this too." 

She planted kisses on the back of your neck. "I think you need to be retaught a lesson Detka, what do you say, what should I do with my bad girl?" 

You groaned. Punishment wasn't what you were looking for tonight. But your inner omega was shuddering at disobeying your Alpha's commands regarding self-care and was screaming that punishment would let you vent the guilt.

"Umm, another round of book holding?" You whisper out as her fingers dance their healing work across your neck, easing tension from a week of sketching. Your mind flashed to the hours of edging as you rode Natasha's strap. You held books on your head. Impaling yourself on the fake cock, repeatedly, chasing your peak. Only to have your hips held fast as the books hit the carpet and Natasha slick with sweat held your eager hips until the fire of your loins settled slightly and then brought the fire back with the pad of your thumb against your clit.

She quickly dipped her nose to your mating gland, where her mark sat and slowly inhaled. "You're close to your heat, love. I don't think you could handle another round of book holding. 

END: Well, I was going to continue the smut, but I thought I might let you, the reader, decide on Reader's punishment. I don't write anything with animals or scat or urine. But I'm game for virtually anything else. So feel free to comment on what you'd like to read. If you're uncomfy commenting, my asks are open :D. 

[wandaromanova]

Can u do a fic where fem!reader and Nat are broken up and they’re pretty hostile with each other but when one of them gets hurt on a mission they realize they’re still in love and get back together thank u if u write this :)))))))

I Love You

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x Fem!Reader

Warnings: cussing, violence, that’s it i believe

A/N: hi! i hit 300 followers! i posted my very first story 3 weeks ago and only had like 10 followers then. i can’t even begin to express how grateful i am that i’ve been able to bring people joy (or pain lol) with my stories. thank you. not proofread. <3

Summary: Ex-lovers Natasha and Y/N dance around their feelings for each other. They decide that hostility was the best course of action.

Word Count: 2.5K

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You and Natasha dated for a year and a half before you guys decided to call it quits. It was a mutual agreement, but there was still some sort of bad blood between the both of you that was painfully obvious. The tension could be cut with a knife.

You guys were going great at first. You both understood each other on a level that no one else could. You would do typical couple things in order to compensate for the lack of stability and domesticity you’ve both had in your lives. Movie nights, designated date nights, cuddle sessions in the late hours of the night, and literally every other cliche there was in the book.

However, you and Natasha were both raised in similar environments. From young ages, you guys were trained to conceal your true emotions and that love was for children. So, communicating with one another was something that the both of you didn’t know how to do.

You didn’t try to communicate and neither did she; and there lied the problem. Natasha would absolutely freak on you if you so much as looked at another person. You would get upset if Natasha went on a mission without informing you first. There were so many pointless arguments that occurred between you and Natasha. Arguments that could’ve been avoided or solved if you guys were able to just talk to each other.

You would say that you guys did talk… just in a higher volume than normal conversation. The yelling between you both could be heard throughout the compound. Most times, you would get so fed up and tired from the arguing, that you didn’t even know why you guys were fighting anymore. It wasn’t healthy and you knew it.

You and Natasha never once told each other the big three words. That was a line neither of you dared to cross. Like the Red Room and The Academy taught you both, love was a weakness and was nothing more than a concept believed by children. You’d like to think that actions spoke louder than words, though.

You could feel the love between you both in the way you would hold onto one another after a mission had gone wrong. You could feel it in the way Natasha worried and panicked when you’d come back from a mission with so much as a scratch above your eyebrow. However, you still could not bring yourself to tell her how you felt. Not that it would matter now, considering you guys had broken up.

It’s been five months since the breakup, and at first your plan of action was to be civil with your ex-girlfriend, but she had other plans. Natasha would bark out snarky remarks whenever you would speak up during team meetings. She began to give you cold glares whenever you walked into a room. God forbid you would even breathe in her direction, she would storm out of a room at the speed of light if you did so.

So, you began to act the same way she was. Okay, yes, it was extremely childish thinking. You should be mature, regardless of how Natasha was treating you, but you couldn’t be civil anymore. So you would treat her just as harshly as she did you. You’d send her sharper glares than she would give you. You’d never listen to anything she had to add during mission meetings, being sure to make it obvious you weren’t paying attention. And you would always counter her hostile comments that were directed towards you.

The team was currently sat in a meeting. You and Natasha were meant to be sent on a mission together, to which you both immediately objected.

“Steve, do I really have to go with that over there? I’d rather go myself and risk dying than go with her.” Natasha pointed in your direction and you were immediately offended by her statement.

“No, I would rather go and die than have to hear one more word out of your god damn mouth. You’re such a bitch.” You spoke as you stood up from your seat, Natasha following suit. Natasha walked across the room and stopped in front of you. She harshly shoved a finger against your chest.

“What the fuck did you just call me? You better take it back before I make sure you never talk again.” Natasha glared at you intensely as she stared into your eyes. You returned her stare with a bored expression on your face.

“I said you’re a bitch. What are you going to do about it, Widow?” You asked her challengingly. Natasha moved to pounce on you, but Bucky, who was sitting next to your spot, sprung in and intervened.

“Let her go Barnes. I’d love to kick her ass.” You smirked as your words only enraged Natasha more. She struggled against Bucky’s grip, trying to free herself so she could pound your face into the floor, but she couldn’t break free.

“Okay! Enough. Natasha, you’re off the mission. Y/N, you’re with me. We leave in 10.” Steve spoke with conviction in his voice, fed up with the pair of you. Natasha stopped resisting Bucky’s hold as he slowly let her go. You looked at her with one harsh glare before you took the mission file that was on the table and walked out of the room. As you left, everyone in the room stared at Natasha. She huffed and stormed out of the room as well.

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You and Steve were currently staked out in a van. You guys were spying on one of the leaders of Hydra and an infamous weapons dealer. The man was currently having a lunch with the dealer. You had been sitting there together for about an hour. You were bored out of your mind and pissed that you couldn’t get Natasha out of your mind. You wanted to punch yourself in the face for thinking about how hot she looked when she pissed. The way her eyes would widen, showing off more of her green irises as her eyebrows furrowed together in anger. The way her chest rose and fell as she took deep breaths. God, she had such nice boobs.

Your thoughts were interrupted by the sound of Fury’s voice coming in through comms. “Okay, we evacuated civilians off of the sidewalk in front of the restaurant. Remember, wait until they’re in front of the alley before you attack. They may have weapons.” Fury informed you both and you looked onto the monitor to confirm the empty street. Sure enough, there wasn’t a civilian in sight; good.

Steve replied with a quick “okay” before movement from the door of the restaurant caught your attention. “Steve, there they are. Move out, now.” You spoke as you loaded your gun and attached it to your hip. You and Steve jumped out of the van. Steve threw his shield and hit both of the men with it. His shield came back to him as if ricocheted off of the men.

Your gun was pointed at the both of them as you guys approached them. “Meeting in broad daylight? Doesn’t seem like a smart move for two supposedly genius people.” You spoke as Steve searched the two men for any weapons. They didn’t have any. That should’ve been a red flag, but you weren’t in the right state of mind right now.

Suddenly, another van pulled up in front of the alleyway, right behind the vehicle you both had just exited. Hydra Agents with semi-automatic guns filed out of the van. Fuck. You guys were set up. Steve shared a look with you before he threw his shield toward the men and knocked the guns out of a few of the agent’s hands.

You began to fire towards the men with your own gun. You shot them in the shoulders, sending them flying to the ground in pain. You and Steve made quick work of the men and soon enough, there were unconscious men littered across the floor.

You and Steve turned back to the two men you had previously captured as they laid on the floor in shock. They really thought their little stunt would work? Pathetic. Unfortunately, one of the Hydra agents was still conscious. You and Steve failed to notice the movement behind your backs. The man pointed a nearby gun at you and fired 5 shots at you. He missed three of them, but managed to land two into your abdomen.

You fell to the ground as Steve whipped around and actually knocked the man unconscious this time. “Fury, we need backup! L/N is down!” He spoke frantically into comms as he applied pressure to your wounds. Your eyes were open in shock as you tried to process what just happened. You were shot. It really did hurt like a bitch. What are those black spots? God, I want Natasha right now. Wait, what? No, it’s just the blood loss talking.

You fell unconscious as soon as the backup S.H.I.E.L.D agents appeared on the scene. You were rushed back to the Avengers Compound in one of S.H.I.E.L.D’s vehicles, Steve following you after ensuring the two men were detained. As soon as the car made it to the compound, your unconscious body was placed onto a gurney and you were being rushed to the medical wing.

As your body was being rolled through the halls of the compound, you were pushed by the doctors past Natasha. She did a double take and quickly turned around to confirm what she had just saw. Her heart sunk to her stomach at the sight of your limp, blood-covered body. She ran after you without a second thought, fear and dread taking over.

Natasha tried to enter the medical wing where they had just taken you, but she was stopped by a strong hand abruptly placing itself onto her shoulder. “Nat, we need to let them take care of her. We’d only be disturbing them and we need their focus to 100% be on Y/N.” Steve said in an attempt to convince the redhead to stop her plan of barging into the room like a madwoman. Natasha took one last glance at the door before she heavily sighed and walked to the wall across the door. She slid her back slowly against the wall and placed her head in her hands.

“What happened, Rogers?” Natasha asked, afraid of hearing the answer. Steve went over the events of the mission, and all Natasha could think was that she should’ve been there with you. She would’ve jumped in front of that bullet to save you in a heartbeat because she loved you. Wait. She loved you? Holy fuck! She loved you!

Natasha’s heart rate increased rapidly at her self revelation. She has loved you this entire time. God, she was so fucking blind. How could she not see what was right in front of her? She was madly in love with you. She let the things the Red Room drilled into her affect your relationship. Now, she wasn’t sure if she’d have the opportunity to make it up to you. That thought scared Natasha more than any mission ever could.

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1 hour later

An hour later, and the entire team was sprawled across the hallway of the medical wing. Wanda sat beside Natasha on the floor, comfortingly holding her hand. The rest of the team just stood, anxiously and impatiently waiting to hear about your status.

At the sound of the medical bay door opening, Natasha shot up from her spot on the floor and looked towards Helen Cho. “What’s her status? Is she okay? Did she make it?” Natasha immediately fired off questions at the Doctor. The team stood firmly behind Natasha as they looked at Dr. Cho, their eyes asking her the same questions Natasha did.

“She coded on the table a few times. The bullets hit some major arteries, but we managed to stop the bleeding. If she had arrived even a minute later than she did, she wouldn’t have made it.” The relief of the good news radiated off of earth’s mightiest heroes. Natasha almost let tears escape her eyes, but quickly blinked them back.

“Can I see her?” Natasha asked desperately. “Yes you can, but shes still asleep. The anesthesia was very strong so she’ll be out for a few more hours.” Helen spoke as she opened the door for Natasha. She entered and let out a sigh of relief as she caught sight of your chest rising and falling steadily. Natasha grabbed a nearby chair and placed it right beside your bed. She lightly stroked your hair before she gripped your hand.

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3 hours later

You groaned as you slowly open your eyes and were met with an obnoxiously bright light hovering over you. You heard some shuffling before the light was shut off. You turned your head towards the other person in the room and you rolled your eyes at who it was.

“If you’re here to be an asshole, please leave. I’m not in the mood for it.” You spoke as you watched Natasha sit back down in the chair next to your bed.

“I’m not here for that. I wanted to apologize, Y/N. You were right, I was a bitch. You didn’t deserve the way I treated you, but I was just afraid.” Natasha began to speak as she seemingly appeared nervous. You’ve never seen her nervous before, you’re pretty sure no one ever has.

“I was so terrified because I love you. Everyone I love ends up leaving me, and I couldn’t watch you leave me. So, I thought it was best if I beat you to the punch.” Natasha looked down to her lap and played with her fingers absentmindedly. Your eyes widened as far as they could go at Natasha’s words. She loved you. She actually, verbally said it. That’s a huge fucking deal.

“I know my logic may not make the best sense, but what does make sense is the fact that I love you. I always have and I was just too stupid to tell you. I’m sorry, I love you so much.” Natasha spoke as she tore her gaze from her hands and up to your eyes.

You reached your hand out for hers and she shakily took your hand in hers. You almost let out a gasp at the contact, you missed her touch so much. “I won’t ever leave you, Natasha because I love you too. I’m sorry too. I was just as afraid as you were. We were both stupid.” You let out a little laugh at your last words. Natasha let out a chuckle as a tear fell from her eyes. Oh god, you’ve never seen her cry either.

“You scared me. I thought you weren’t going to make it. When I saw your body being wheeled down here…. all the blood… I-“ Natasha words were cut off as you smashed your lips against hers. You winced as the pain from your gunshot wounds radiated across your body, but you couldn’t care less about that right now. The only thing that mattered in this moment was that the woman you loved, loved you too. You’d never be afraid to express your love for her ever again.

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