#carol danvers!daughter

[writerslittlelibrary]

"Children aren't payment, dipshit"

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summary: the most feared mob in all of New York only has one rival, which happens to be your father’s mob. When it turns out he is indebted to the feared mob boss Natasha Romanoff, he uses the only thing he has to pay her, you…

pairing: Mob!Natasha x rival mob young reader

warnings: guns, violence, basic mob fic stuff ig :) 

genre: angst, fluff

words: 1339

a/n: this was an adorable idea! (I feel like this is trash, but I just have to get back into my writing flow)

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

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It has always been difficult, being the daughter of a dangerous mob boss. It wasn’t like you were forced to kill and train with your father’s minions, but you had been living a far from normal life, to say the least.

When you turned seven, your father had called you into his office. 

You had always been a nice and obedient girl, totally opposite of your father, so when he called you to him and told you you were going to stay with your aunties for a while, you believed it. Your father had sent you and your bodyguard to your room, telling you to pack all your important items. 

Once you had finished packing, your father had given you a hug and you had been brought to the car, your bodyguard driving you across town. 

However, once the car stopped at a large apartment building, you had started getting a bit suspicious. This isn’t where your aunties lived…

Your bodyguard had taken you out of the car, but you didn’t want to, leading to him dragging you out, dragging you up to the doors of the building. Once you had arrived at the doors, two women were standing there. One had blonde hair, and the other had black hair. The women with black hair grabbed your arm, allowing your bodyguards to walk back to the car and retrieve your bag, handing it to the blonde women.

After he did so, he walked back to the car and drove away. 

The two women entered the building, walking to the elevator and pressing the button that read ‘PH’. As soon as the doors closed, the women with black hair let go of your arm. However, despite her removing her grip, you still didn’t feel like you could move freely. You were fairly certain that one wrong move and she would be on you again. 

And so, you stood perfectly still, refusing to move, even when the elevator moved a bit. 

The two women barely acknowledged your presence, instead opting to look straight ahead. You felt uneasy standing in between them. 

Once the elevator stopped at the top floor, the door opened at the women with black hair grabbed your arm again, leading you out of the elevator and to a dark wooden door. The blonde haired women walked ahead, knocking on the door twice before waiting for a “come in” to be called from the other side. 

Once the approval was given, the two women walked in, dragging you after them. 

Inside the room was another woman. You recognised her immediately. Who wouldn’t? Your father had always warned you about her. She was the most feared mob boss that New York, or the world really, had ever seen. 

You were in the office of Natasha fucking Romanoff. Were you about to get killed?

The two women walked a bit further into the room, forcefully pushing you down on the chair in front of the desk. 

You didn’t dare protest, nor did you say a word. You were absolutely terrified. Your father had warned you about this women every single day of your life, refusing to let you go outside without protection because of her, and now he had knowingly sent you to her. What the hell was wrong with him?

After you were sat down on the chair, the women with black hair exited the room again, leaving you, Natasha Romanoff, and the blonde haired women in the room. 

“Thank you for bringing her up Carol, you can put her bag in her room,” Natasha spoke, dismissing ‘Carol’ before focusing her attention on you. 

Carol left the room, leaving you and Natasha Romanoff alone. 

“I’m sure you must be very confused, sweetheart, but don’t worry, you’ll be alright,” Natasha reassured, smiling kindly as she stacked a few papers and put them off to the side.

You took a moment, gathering the courage before you spoke. 

“Why am I here…?” you asked quietly, hoping not to disturb Natasha or step out of line.

Natasha smiled, turning to you once more. 

“Your father made some pretty nasty deals. Deals that he couldn’t follow through on. He needed to pay me something, and he didn’t have the money, so I demanded you instead,” Natasha explained, leaving you to look at her with a shocked face.

“You don’t have anything to worry about, sweet girl. I promise you were are much better company than your father’s mob ever was,” Natasha stated, smiling sweetly before she moved to get up, walking around the desk towards you. 

She extended her hand, motioning for you to grab it. 

“How about we go check out your new room?” she suggested, allowing you a moment to think before you nodded and hesitantly grabbed her hand, allowing her to pull you up. 

She led you out of the office, leading you through the pent house towards another door, which was a different colour than the rest of the doors. The door was a beautiful dark shade of your favourite colour, and while you thought your favourite colour would never go with the aesthetic of the apartment, for some reason Natasha made it work. 

She pushed the door open, allowing you to step inside and take in the room. It was beautifully decorated and exactly your style. 

Your eyes widened in excitement, jumping up slightly. You weren’t able to contain your excitement as you saw the room. It was perfect. 

Natasha smiled as she observed your reaction, letting go of your hand to allow you to look around. You did, running from place to place to explore all the play items placed in the cupboards, ending your little exploration by jumping on the bed. 

“I love it!” you yelled out, letting yourself drop on the bed. 

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You had lived with Natasha for about three months now, and you were happier than you had ever been. Natasha never hit you if you did something wrong, and she played with you everyday. She was willing to drop all her work if you asked her to play dress up, or if you asked her to play with your dolls. 

You had never been more loved than you were now, and you were happy your father had offered you as payment to Natasha Romanoff. 

Her henge people also adored you. You would play with them as well, and everytime they happily played with you. Your favourite were Carol and Valkyrie. They were the two women that had brought you in on the first day, and they turned out to be your best friends. 

Little did you know that Natasha had known you father hit you at home. She knew the mob boss of the rival mob was not just any criminal. He didn’t have morals, or principles. He did what he did when he felt like it. He wasn’t a good person to those he cared about, so when Natasha found out he had a daughter, she knew she needed to investigate. 

She had sent a hengemen uncover to find out more about you, and what was reported back to her shocked her. 

You were hit whenever you stepped out of line, and you were not well taken care of at all. Once Natasha learned about your situation, she decided she had to get you out, setting up an elaborate deal she knew your father couldn’t get out of.

When you father unsurprisingly failed to follow through on his end of the deal, he was in large debt with Natasha, and she knew she could demand anything from him. 

And so, she demanded she would get you as payment, knowing your father couldn’t do anything but follow through. 

Over the months she had build a soft spot for you, and she was more than glad that she had done what she did. She saved you, and now you were happy. 

Natasha Romanoff may not have been the best human being on the planet, but to those she cared about, she could not have been better. 

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[oneofstarkskids]

learn a thing or two

genre: flufffff

pairings: WLW, fury!reader x carol danvers

summary: carol has tried everything to get you to realize she's flirting. when nothing seems to click, she starts to wonder if she's falling for an idiot.

*not my gif*

carol was walking down the halls of SHIELD, smirking at the gasps and whispers she would hear. "oh my god, she's here!" "i've never seen her in person." "isn't that-"

she took the elevator to the floor that held fury's office. to be perfectly honest, she didn't need to be here- on earth- anymore. surely there were other places in the galaxy that required her attention and specific skill set, but she had been distracted as of late.

and there it was once again. that pretty little distraction standing in the center of fury's office holding a stack of files. her eyes trailed up your body. the pantsuit you had on was nice, but carol couldn't help wondering what it would look like on the floor.

"fury," she nods as she enters the room. you turn around at the sound of her voice. she looks like the personification of sunlight. dammit. focus.

nick responds, "carol. surprised to see you still here."

she never takes her eyes off of you, "actually, i was talking to this one." you raise a brow ever so slightly in surprise. your father just frowns.

carol let's a playful smirk dance across her lips, and you quickly turn back towards your father. "if that's all, then i will take these down to central and have someone organize them."

you're walking down the hall for only a few moments before the tall blonde appears beside you. "need any help with that?" she offers flirtatiously.

you don't seem to pick up her tone and shake your head, "that's alright. it's just files, but thanks."

her brows knit together, "okay well...maybe after work we can go for drinks."

you think it over for a moment, "can't. i have an early takeoff tomorrow. romanoff and i are busting some drug traffickers in peru. we've had surveillance on them for months now and they're finally letting their guard down."

carol laughed, "you could learn a thing or two from them."

"what do you mean?" you asked, completely oblivious.

she scanned your face for any sign of sarcasm. you were painfully serious. could you really not tell that she was hitting on you? carol didn't know how to make it any more obvious. "nevermind."

"you know...you better get back quick because i'm only going to be here for a couple more days," and when you didn't say much in reply she stopped walking.

you turned to see why she had stopped so abruptly. she had this exasperated look on her face. "is everything okay?" you asked.

carol's frown only deepened, "jesus, fury, what's it gonna take for you to notice a girl?"

"fury's my dad-" you corrected her.

she ignored you. it wasn't her fault you shared a last name with the man.

"i've been dropping hints all day. actually, screw that, all week!" she said in frustration. she was starting to wonder if you didn't like her back, but she'd seen the way you looked at her. she knew gay when she saw gay.

the only other explanation was that you were just plain stupid. "i don't know what you're-" you started.

carol couldn't bear to listen to that pretty little mouth say one more thing. she slowly made her way towards you, "let me put it simply."

"i've stayed on this planet longer than i have in a while. i spend every second that i'm at SHIELD trying to get your attention and i'm practically begging you to go on a date with me. how can you not see that?" she asked.

you looked somewhat confused and even a bit terrified.

"i thought you just saw me as fury's daughter," you said.

carol shook her head and reached up towards your chin, "i don't think about fury. i think about you."

her eyes fell down to your lips.

you'd had feelings for her before, but it always felt like she was off limits. carol just seemed emotionally unavailable in some ways, but then again...some could say the same about you.

but standing here with her looking at you like she'd set the world on fire just to touch your skin, it made your whole body light up.

you could feel electricity surging through you, but all you could focus on were her lips. it didn't even seem to matter that you were at work and anyone could be watching.

carol didn't move. she wanted you to put in the effort and you were more than willing. you leaned in quickly and suddenly all the built up tension was set free.

her hands found your waist and pulled you even closer.

"uh ehm," someone cleared their throat. you pulled away, flushed, to find your father standing a few feet away.

and despite the discomfort in his face and awkward energy that filled the air, you couldn't help but be grateful that he interrupted the kiss.

otherwise, you weren't entirely sure you'd be able to stop.

[doudouneverte]

Shapeshifter and The Captain

a/n: a little update of this universe...

*not my GIFs*

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x daughter!Reader; Carol Danvers x Romanoff!reader; Nick Furry x Romanoff!reader (platonic)

Summary: your first encounter with Captain Marvel

Type: fluff

Warning: none

word count: 2251

Natasha didn't really know why but you loved Furry. He's like a grumpy grandpa, but he always gives you a lot of gifts every time he comes to see you and your mom.

Natasha thought first that it was because you spent a lot of time with him when you were very little and she had to go on a mission. But it's not really his fault; you didn't really like when Natasha left, and the only time you stopped crying was when Maria was rocking you or when Furry took responsibility for you.

'Took responsibility'—that was how the other called it when Furry had to keep you with him in his office while your mom was trying to save the world. For Furry, at first it was just some babysitting. Well, it only lasted two days before he developed a soft spot for you.

Since then he became your grumpy grandpa.

That's how you talked about him at school when your classmates asked you about your relatives.

Furry was a grandpa for you while Maria became (and more quickly) your auntie.

You really like Maria. She was always there when your mom was away on a mission. And she didn't hesitate to break some rules Natasha instaurate when you grew up. But what was more funny with auntie Maria was that when Natasha couldn't be there, she would take you home for sleepovers.

That's the best thing about auntie Maria. During the sleepovers, you would both do a lot of things. Sometimes you cooked together; other nights she would buy something on her way home, and you would spend the night watching movies and playing

Unfortunately, she couldn't always stay with you because sometimes Grandpa Furry would also give her a mission far away from home.

During the rare moments when they both went on missions with your mom and uncle Clint, you were left with other SHIELD agents. Some were cool and funny, but none of them could match Maria or Furry.

Then your mama joined the Avengers. When Furry came home to announce her, he told you that it was a group of superheroes and they would save the world. It was exciting to hear that at first, but then you realized that would mean your mom would have to leave more often too.

Today was one of these days. It was a weekday, and there was nothing much to do. Almost everyone was on a mission, which meant that Furry was the one who picked you up from high school.

"You know, I thought you would send someone to pick me up." You said to him while you entered the car.

"Why? Are you ashamed of your grumpy grandpa?" He joked, and that made you chuckle.

"At least you're not Alexei. He would drive an old car and would yell my name as if I could miss him in this crowd of high schoolers." You replied.

"Right, your mama has some strange parents." He laughed a little bit before starting the car.

"Where are we going?" You asked when you noticed that he didn't seem to drive back to the tower.

"Your mama suggested that, like their coming back in a few hours, we should use this time to relax, and also I could keep an eye on you." He replied.

"I mean, you don't have a lot of eye to put on me, so I guess I will take that as an excuse."

He was flabbergasted and opened his mouth several times without any sound. "How dare you?" You laughed, and he gently hit your shoulder. "I didn't know you were so bold at your age."

"Mama said it all the time." You defended yourself.

"Oh, she did? I don't know what I was expecting from Romanoff. Now get out of the car; we're here." You exited the car and looked around you a little confused.

"What are we doing in the forest?" You asked.

"I have something to show you." He stood next to you and pointed to the sky, making you a little more confused.

You didn't have enough time to ask what he wanted to show you before a huge ray of light, that looked like UFO lights from old movies, blinded you.

Even if you didn't see anything, you could feel your feet leaving the ground, and by fear you immediately clung to Furry.

"Now you can open your eyes." Furry told you, and when you did, you were shocked to see a lot of people dressed like scientists walking back and forth in front of you.

"Hello Mr. Furry, uh, we didn't expect to see you here today." A woman greeted him when she noticed him. This comment made almost anyone stop for a few seconds just to greet him. "Oh, and who is she?" The same scientist asked.

"This is Y/n Romanoff, the daughter of Natasha Romonoff." The only mention of your mother's name made everyone stop again. The woman in front of you seemed to be petrified.

"Wait, since when does the Black Widow have a daughter?" You heard someone whisper to his colleague.

You just waved a little shyly by the reaction your name caused. A lot of scientists looked at you like they were expecting something, but fortunately for you, Furry decided to send them back to work.

Furry was walking somewhere, so you decided to follow him before realizing something important. "Wait, is it the Earth? Are we in space?" You asked him very excitedly.

"Oh yeah. We're in one of the most secret and protected bases in the whole. It's also the SWORDS HQ." He replied. Before leading in a room.

"Wait, the SWORD? And what about the SHIELD?"

"See the SWORD like the SHIELD but for space." He told you, which made you more excited.

"Wait, is that why you let Maria lead the SHIELD recently? You're leading a f–big spatial station."

"Well, it's more than a spatial station, but yeah, we can say that."

"That's absolutely incredible. Does that mean that now the Avengers will go to space?"

"If the earth needs them here, then yeah. But that's not why I bring you here." He picked a box from under his office and gave it to you.

You were a little suspicious about it but decided to take a look, and what a surprise. "Wait, is that real?" You took the little brown kitten out of the box. "He's so cute."

"I'm happy that you like him. Goose had a lot of them recently, and I know that your birthday is soon, so take it as an early birthday present."

You put the kitten back in the box before giving Furry a big hug. "Oh, thank you very much."

"It's on me, don't worry. Now what if you try to find him a name?"

You looked at the kitten, and his little brown eyes looked at you back. "Kazna (казна). Yeah, that's a great name for him."

"Treasure, huh? That's a great name."

"I know. I hope Liho will love him too."

"Well, I think it's time to go back on Earth. Your mom should probably be back now."

You said your goodbye at a more joyful time when they saw you with Kazna on your arms before leaving the ship.

Back on earth, Furry drove you back home, and like he said, your mom was already there.

"Mom, look what Grandpa Furry gave me. He said it's a present for my birthday." You were so excited that it was impossible for Natasha to match your smile.

"He's so cute; what's his name?'' Your mama asked you.

"Kazna. Now where is Liho? I want to show her Kazna.

"She should be somewhere in your bedroom." The redhead told you before you left them.

"Thank you again for staying with her and for this present." Natasha said.

"Oh, it's nothing. Now I have to go, but I expect your report of the mission for tomorrow." Furry said before leaving.

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A few hours later you were still trying to make Liho like Kazna a little, but she seemed to not really like him. She immediately ran away after she sniffed him. But after running after the older cat everywhere, you decided to give up.

You let Kazna follow you in the kitchen where Natasha was making dinner.

"Wait, you're cooking, and nothing is burning; it's a miracle." You joked, which made her give a stern look.

"Haha, very funny. You should try to see if we still have some food for the kitten instead of critiquing my cooking skills. Natasha replied.

You searched in every drawer but didn't seem to find something for Kazna. You were about to give up until you heard a cat hissing. Natasha was observing Liho, ready to defend against Kazna, which made her chuckle.

"Why Liho seems afraid of—" she couldn't finish her sentence before she saw some tentacles coming out of the kitten's mouth and stealing the wooden spoon she had. "Chto eto za khren'?(What the f*** is that?)"

Hearing the fear in your mom's voice, you turned around to catch the end of what was happening.

"What the hell? Did he just eat a wooden spoon? Kazna, let throw it out; it's not good for you."

Well, a wooden spoon should be good for a kitten, but it didn't seem to be an ordinary kitty.

The other car in the room already ran away, and honestly, if you weren't so flabbergasted by what you saw, you would be laughing, but it wasn't the right moment for that.

Natasha immediately ran to take her phone and call Furry. You were still in the kitchen looking at the little kitty in front of you while your mom was yelling on the phone.

The der woman came back a few minutes later and grabbed him before putting him in a corner of the living room.

"Mama, what's happening?" You were still confused about the previous event.

"Furry gave you a flerken as a present gift. This is not a little kitty Y/n, this thing is an ALIEN."

You stood there a minute not knowing what to say. What, an alien? Your little kitty?

Fortunately for Natasha, someone knocked on the door a few seconds later. She let you a moment to answer the door. You stayed there keeping an eye on him while questioning if you were dreaming.

During your trance you didn't hear the guest coming in the room.

"Oh, it's him?" You heard someone ask. When you turned around, you were faced with a blonde woman and an orange cat.

"Y/n, this is Carol. Carol, this is my daughter Y/n." Your mom introduced you to each other.

"Hi, Y/n." Carol proposed your hand, and you shook it. "So you're the new owner of this little kitty, right?"

"Actually, Danvers, I think you should take your little...thing with you and tell Furry that I'm going to pierce his eye if he does something like that again." Your mom threatened, which surprisingly made the blonde woman chuckle.

"Don't worry, Romanoff, I don't think a little kitty can harm your daughter." Carol Danvers replied.

"I saw this thing stealing a wooden spoon from my hand and eating it. How am I supposed to not worry?" Natasha replied very pissed off.

"You're not funny." Carol said before approaching the little kitty. "Now come here, little boy; I think we have to bring you back to Furry." The blonde woman tried to catch him but ran away from her and hid behind your legs.

The orange cat who was with Carol came to you but immediately stopped when Liho hissed at her.

"Oh, it seems that your cat already likes this little kitty." Carol told Natasha, who was completely shocked by what she was seeing.

You got on your knees and gently picked up Kazna while Liho was still protecting you from her mom.

"Oh, I see. I don't think it's a good thing to separate them." Carol said to your mom.

"What do you mean? I'm not letting this thing stay at my place." Natasha replied.

"Well, even if you don't like this idea, it's not like your daughter is willing to let me take him back, and even your cat isn't letting Goose approach."

The spy wanted to say something, but she stopped when you called her. "Mom, can we keep him, please?" You were looking at her with those puppy eyes that she was very weak against.

Her eyes were switching between your face and the little alien on your arms. She finally groaned in defeat, "Yeah, okay." You jumped from excitement and hugged tightly.

"Okay, that's a great choice. Now I have to go, but I'll send your mom every piece of information you need to know to raise this little thing." Carol said.

You followed to the door. She gave you a smile before Goose jumped on her shoulder. And then out of nowhere she began to glow and start to fly.

"Whoa." Was the only thing that left your mouth after seeing that. "Cool." You whispered.

"She's not that cool. I mean, I see almost everyone flying at my job." Natasha commented back before heading back to the living room.

"Wait, are you jealous, Mom?" You asked while you were closing the door.

"Absolutely not." She said before leaving for the kitchen.

"Yeah, absolutely jealous." You whispered to Kazna.

"I heard you, little miss!" She yelled from the kitchen.

[booasaur]

The Marvels (2023) - Teaser Trailer

[shitty-marvel-fan732]

You Don't Mess With Y/N, Part 3

Part 3 of 4, Part 4 is out now!

Summary: Everyone knows you don't piss off Y/N. What will happen when someone ignores the warning? Groupchat!

Links to part 1 and part 2

[i-writes-things]

Bring You're Kid To Work Day Maria Hill Edition

Maria Hill x (15 year old) daughter!reader

Request:

Warnings-NOne, fluff, a sugar rush, giggles, protests, whining.

Extra Pairings:

Avengers x Hill!reader

Not my Gif*

Steve walked in with a plate of cookies. COOKIES! Maria swiped them from Steve, hoping to hid them from-

"COOKIES" Y/n, Maria's 15 year old daughter shouted from her spot on the ground.

"Oh god." Maria picked her head up, smiling at her little girl. "Yes, my friend Steve brought them for-" She looked at Steve.

"B-both of you guys." He smiled at Y/n.

"Oh my gosh, I have wanted cookies since last week." Y/n shot her mom a quick glance.

"I told you I looked down that aisle four times. How am I suppose to know they are behind a big box of healthy snacks."

"It's their tactic to keep us on a diet. But I've told you about this before."

"Okay, well I can't remember everything. You know that." Taking a cookie and going back to her seat, Y/n says,

"Well you should." And to make sure her mother doesn't hear she adds a quick, "Thanks Steve."

"You're welcome." Steve gives Maria a nod before ducking out and almost instantly someone else walks right back in.

"There she is! The infamous Y/n Hill. If only Maria told us she had a kid. Maybe you'd be an Avenger by now."

"Really?"

"No." Maria butts in, giving Tony Stark a look. "I think Fury needs you, he is on the other end of the hall." She points down the way. Tony hands Y/n a crusty popsicle that he probably found on the ground and leaves the room. Maria walks over and hands her daughter a cookie in exchange for the lolly. She throws it away, despite Y/n's protests. "No, you're not eating that thing. It's not even food."

"Mooooooom!" Y/n huffs.

"Hey, no whining, come on, we're in public. And you're a big girl." Y/n pouts at Maria. "My big girl." She ruffles your hair. Y/n takes another cookie and walked out the door and down the hall. Maria listens from her desk. She hears people greet her and her daughter's laughter as she traveled down the hallway. Hearing Tony again, and Monica, Carol, Wanda, even Vision's, offering her a brownie. And Maria knew bringing her kid to work was gonna be more mothering than work as Y/n walked in with a plate of cookies, a smile and Vision with Wanda on his heels. Come to say hi.

"Hi!" Wanda cheers!

"Mom look what I found!" She showed her mom the plate, offering her one. Which she declines, seeing the chocolate smeared on Y/n's face. She goes to wipe it off, which Y/n avoids, scrunching her face.

"Okay, I have to be at training, 3 minutes ago. She kisses Vision on the cheek and gives Maria and her daughter a smile as she exits.

"I shall be on my way too. Good to see you, Miss Hill." Vision waves good bye to you and your mom.

Over the next few hours it seems you just started to bounce off the walls after finishing BOTH the brownies and cookie plates. With Maria's help, but mostly your own.

"Mommomomomomomomomom-"

"Babe." She held one hand out to you, the other trying to hold herself together. "Please. If you don't specifically need me, don't call my name."

"Mom?" Maria took a breath.

"Yes?"

"I don't know I just wanted to say your name"

"That's-" You were now running down the hall saying, as it echoed across the walls,

"Look mom nooo haaaaands!" Running with your arms flailing about behind you. Giggling you ran back into her office running around to jump into her chair, trying to, but fitting awkwardly in her lap. Maria just let you go, knowing you would crash soon enough. And 30 minutes later you were asleep on the ground. Thor had come in to gift you surprise birthday cake flavored pop tarts but you asleep. So he left. Maria wasn't even able to greet him before he was marching back down the hall. He came back in, gently putting a small blanket on your back. Maria smiled. She finally felt how the rest of her colleagues did. She realized that they were all just big family. And they all love Y/n just like she does.

After Thor left again, Maria took a photo of her sleeping baby. She smiled and watched her sleep peacefully. Turning out the lights she left to go talk with her family right down the way.

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@ravensinthedaylight @may-z3@youre-a-total--poser

[jeonstellate]

am i the only one who got strong two-moms-with-a-daughter/a-mom-with-two-daughters vibe from the marvels trio

[writerslittlelibrary]

Mob!Natasha x daughter!reader headcannons

masterlist

a/n: I figured writing some headcanons was a bit less pressuring, and I enjoyed this so much! I’ll definitely be writing more headcanons in the future :)

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

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Mob!Natasha who found you when you were just a baby. She heard crying coming out of the closet after she had just killed her target. Turns out, he had already found his next victim, you. Luckily, Natasha was just in time to save you from that horrible life and raised you herself

Mob!Natasha who raised you in the safety of her Russian home. Protected, hidden, and far away from the dangers of the world

Mob!Natasha who only allowed Melina, Alexei, and Yelena to see and know about you the first 5 years of your life

Mob!Natasha who started training you for active combat the moment you could stand, wanting you to be able to protect yourself, should you ever end up being mixed into one of her ‘jobs’

Mob!Natasha who loves you more than anything in the world, getting you whatever you want whenever you want it, yet still making sure you’re not becoming a spoiled brat

Mob!Natasha who puts her trusted bodyguard, Bucky Barnes, on any and every outing you go on. You leave the house for a walk? You better count on the fact that Bucky is coming. You want to go shopping? Don’t worry, Bucky will simply come to help you carry your bags. You want to have dinner with someone? Bucky will simply sit a few tables away from you, giving you privacy yet keeping a close eye on you

Mob!Natasha who is terrified when your existence becomes known after you and her are spotted going for a little shopping trip. She will upgrade her security everywhere, putting multiple bodyguards by your side every time you leave the house. Of course, she still trusts that Bucky is the best at keeping you safe, but just to be sure, you get a few more of her men

Mob!Natasha who sometimes allows you to sit in on her meetings, letting you sit next to her, or on the ground, whichever you prefer. It’s not like any of the people she is meeting with can say anything. That is if they want to keep their lives of course. Sometimes, if you forgot to bring something she will slide you her notepad for you to doodle on, or she’ll just stop the entire meeting and order one of her men to fetch you whatever you wish. She gets to decided how her meetings go, of course

Mob!Natasha who knows you adore her henchwomen more than anything. Your personal favourite is Natasha’s assistant, Maria. You know her and your mom have some more going on. You are not blind to the lingering touches and the sneaky looks they send each other. Of course, you are a big fan of Carol. She is just so cool and nice to you, even though she can kill someone with basically a glare. To you, she is the sweetest human on the planet

Mob!Natasha who knows you adore your aunt Yelena more than anyone on the planet. Because of that, she makes sure Yelena gets the opportunity to visit more than enough. Everytime Natasha has to leave for a slightly bigger ‘job’ she simply calls Yelena to keep you company. Natasha knows you don’t need a babysitter anymore, but she likes the idea of you not having to be lonely. Besides, it is much safer for you to be accompanied by your aunt Yelena

Mob!Natasha who knows how much you adore playing board and cards games, so she told her people to never deny you a game, were you to ask. Luckily, you mostly gravitate towards Carol and her girlfriend Valkyrie, and who were they to deny you a game? They loved your company, and they loved playing your card games with you

Mob!Natasha who, when you start dating someone, runs thousands of background checks, does hundreds of checkups throughout the day, and makes sure to give whoever you decided to date a little talk, letting them know exactly what’s waiting for them were they ever to hurt you

Mob!Natasha who had the best private tutors coming to your home to teach you everything you needed to know, giving you the highest level of eduction you’d ever need

Mob!Natasha who knows that you are financially set for life, but who still allows you to go to college if you would ever want to. Of course it would be an expensive, high security private school, but still

Mob!Natasha who takes you on the multiple holiday trips during the year. You want to go to Spain? Pack your bag because Natasha will have planned a trip next week. Obviously you both will simply take her private jet, but she needs a week to book some fancy holiday home for you two to stay at

Mob!Natasha who, despite her fortune, often books small, low budget holiday trips. Everyone knows those small holiday homes are the best and the cosiest. What kind of mother would Natasha be if she didn’t give you that experience?

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The Precipice of Lost Memories

Summary: In the aftermath of the camping trip that Darcy, Carol, Kate, Natasha, and Yelena went on where they found a meteor, there is finally going to be a gala thrown to celebrate Darcy’s findings. However, with the meteor’s connection to the Kree, Carol is now forced to become Darcy’s bodyguard. Old threats resurface and new friends are made.

A/N: As a good friend of mine on here would say, this one’s gonna be a longin’ 😂 And honestly, it’s the longest one that I’ve done in a while, lol. I’ll be back to finishing request from the prompt list now, but I wanted to post this and give y’all some closure after the camping trip  with our favorite Lifetime Gang 💞 This one also has a lot of stuff (and spoilers) from the Iron Fist show, so y’all be ready unless you’re not planning on watching it or spoilers aren’t a big deal, lol 💞

I hope y’all enjoy! 🥰💖💖💖

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  “Y’know, as grateful as I am for your protection, can I say something and you not take offense to it?” Darcy asked abruptly, leaning closer to speak to Carol so that she could be heard over the hubbub of the party around them.

  It had been a few weeks since Darcy made her discovery of Kratorium, and she had been able to submit a sample to the government to be officially viewed and considered. They had processed it quickly, and they officially announced it as a new metal with Darcy being responsible for the discover. Tony had made the decision to hold a gala to celebrate her work with a small sample of the meteor being placed in the center of the room to display Darcy’s findings.

  “Lou, if I was going to get offended, I would have already gotten there when you said I was like an overbearing helicopter parent,” Carol deadpanned, and Darcy shook her head quickly.

  “I’m sorry, okay? I just… I don’t know. It’s been two weeks since the meteor landed and you’ve been following me around everywhere,” Darcy explained, exhaustion reading in her gaze as she looked at the blonde. Carol sighed, nodding.

  The fact that Darcy had found the meteor made her a target. Kratorium happened to be a metal that was heavily sought after by the Kree, and it had been a primary goal of many missions that Carol’s old team had taken on. It was an energy source and something that the Kree highly valued. Carol knew that the Kree couldn’t be too far behind, and it was only a matter of time before they sought it out.

  Since Darcy’s work was potentially attracting a very real threat, Carol had been assigned as her bodyguard. Darcy was a primary target now, and the Kree would be after her if they did not find the meteor first. It was Carol’s hope that when they came, Carol would instantly be there to take them on and squash the fight out of them.

  And if Yon-Rogg showed up… Well, she figured she would deal with that when she got to that point.

  Carol could not help but feel like something was going to happen at this party tonight. She was on edge, and she was not planning to leave Darcy’s side even once that night.

  The good part was that there would likely not be any sort of disguises on the part of the Kree. They would probably either come in with a bang or try to sneak attack, and while the latter option made Carol uneasy, she figured that she had the advantage because she was trained in the art of recognizing their uniforms from a mile away.

  “Trust me, it hasn’t been something I’ve relished. I’ve figured out way more about you than I ever would have wanted to,” Carol replied after a moment, raising her eyebrows as she thought of all she had learned during her time having to guard Darcy.

  “What’s that supposed to mean?” Darcy questioned, narrowing her eyes. Carol shrugged, taking a swig of the drink she had gotten.

  “I’m just saying, I really didn’t need to know that you put hand sanitizer under your arms when you forget deodorant,” Carol pointed out tiredly, leaning against the bar as she looked out over the party.

  “Look, it’s only sometimes!”

  “Thankfully,” Carol deadpanned, and Darcy sighed, rolling her eyes as she looked back at the party scene before them. Carol scanned the faces around, trying to catch sight of any unnatural-looking people that could be Kree.

  “Woah, D, you look amazing!” a voice suddenly fondly declared from nearby them. They both looked to the side and spotted Kate in a purple pantsuit. Darcy was currently in a maroon dress.

  “Hey, Kate! You’re not too bad yourself! Hoping to pick up a rich boy?” Darcy joked, and Kate huffed, looking slightly embarrassed as she looked around to try to ensure that no one had overheard the scientist speak. After all, there were tons of people paying attention to her since she was the woman of the hour, and everyone was trying to get a chance to talk to her at least once that night.

  Carol smiled, looking at the kid fondly as she noted that Natasha and Yelena were following after Kate not too far back from her, Yelena muttering something to the redhead as Natasha largely kept her attentions on Kate. Natasha was dressed in a pretty black dress and Yelena was in a creamy-white pantsuit.

  “Wow, Yelena… You actually clean up nice,” Carol complimented, unable to help her smug grin as she eyed the girl. Yelena shot her a glare, unimpressed despite the compliment.

  “I always look nice,” Yelena replied, and Carol raised her hands in a placating gesture.

  “Oh, of course. Definitely,” Carol agreed, pretending to be unconvinced just to mess with Yelena a little.

  Natasha let out a soft sigh, regarding the people in the party as she glanced over them and studied the guests as she took a sip from her drink. Carol leaned in closer to her to try to keep people from overhearing.

  “Haven’t seen anything yet,” Carol stated, and Natasha hummed in agreeance.

  “M’kay… Keep a look out,” Natasha told her, speaking softly around the rim of her glass. Carol shrugged.

  “It’s what I’ve been doing for two weeks now, and so far, all I’ve seen is way too much information about Lou’s personal hygiene habits,” Carol quipped, and Natasha glanced at her playfully, getting a little too much enjoyment out of her disgust. Carol drew back, refocusing her attention on the room around them.

  To her surprise, as she straightened, she realized that there was a couple and another woman behind them approaching their group. Carol instantly tensed up just a bit, examining them carefully.

  They did not appear to be a threat, but there was something about the couple that carried something almost warrior-like in the way they carried themselves. There was a definitive discipline to their movements. The woman seemed far more closed-off than the guy, who seemed as if he was dying to speak.

  However, the darker-skinned woman behind the both of them seemed relatively easygoing and actually appeared to be texting on a phone or at least working it with considerable ease that would be typical to only a human.

  Carol reluctantly let herself relax just the smallest bit. If they were Kree, they would not have even known how to use a smartphone. Despite that, she could not help the slightest bit of distrust.

  But to her utmost surprise, the guy did not seem to be primarily focused on speaking to Darcy, instead glancing repeatedly at Kate while pausing for politeness’s sake to speak to Darcy since the entire thing was being held in her honor.

  Carol assured herself that this entire thing was not necessarily out of the ordinary. People had been coming to talk to Darcy all night at various points, congratulating her or asking questions about her findings.

  “Hi… I just wanted to take the time to congratulate you on your find,” he expressed, offering a small bow, and Darcy looked at him as if he had sprouted two heads. The woman who had to have been his girlfriend remained upright but nodded to Darcy, agreeing with him.

  “Thank you. I appreciate it,” Darcy answered, nodding to him somewhat oddly. He offered her a smile.

  “Hey, are you Kate Bishop?” the guy questioned, eyeing Kate. Kate’s gaze glinted with something that was almost akin to recognition, but Carol could see that she was having a hard time placing exactly where she knew him from.

  “Hi! Yeah, I am. And you are?” Kate questioned, and he nodded to her, a twinkle in his eyes that was oddly innocent and reminiscent of a kid as he extended his hand to her.

  “Danny Rand. And this is my girlfriend Colleen,” he introduced, and Kate’s eyes widened a little as she shook his hand and then shook Colleen’s.

  “Oh, gosh, I knew I knew you from somewhere! You’re like Mr. Rand’s son, right? Partners with the Meachum’s? You came back from the dead not too long ago,” Kate pointed out, grinning as she looked at him.

  The woman standing next to him was eyeing her carefully, and largely remaining quiet as she offered the group a onceover. Carol instantly felt herself on-guard about these two. She was mostly certain they were not Kree, but the past couple of weeks of being constantly vigilant had made her a little paranoid.

  “Yeah. That’s me,” he chuckled, smiling kindly as he regarded her.

  “Your mother was arrested not too long ago, wasn’t she?” he questioned, sympathy in his eyes as he looked at her, and Kate shrugged, seemingly a little taken aback by the sudden question.

  Carol could see Natasha bristling a little, preparing to step in and stop this conversation if it started to make Kate too uncomfortable. Carol noticed that Yelena was paying quite a bit of attention as well and seemed to be on the same page as the redhead.

  “Yeah… She was involved in some things that… Well, they just weren’t too good,” Kate tried to vaguely explain the entire thing without going into it too far. She obviously did not want to talk about this too much, and Carol did not blame her at all.

  “Was it the Hand?” Danny asked, his eyes narrowing a little as he suddenly looked far too interested. Kate looked at him in confusion, furrowing her brow, and Carol glanced between the two of them as she readied herself to step in if necessary. Of course, she probably would not have to given the fact that Natasha looked ready to put a stop to it herself.

  “The Hand?” Kate asked, and Colleen shot Danny a warning glance. He instantly started backing up, a slight nervousness in his gaze.

  “Don’t worry about it, it’s not too important,” Danny shrugged, shaking his head as he attempted to dismiss the entire thing.

  Kate was about to speak once more, but the woman from behind Danny and Colleen suddenly got off the phone and interrupted, stepping up with them and looking at Darcy first as Danny had done.

  “Hi, I’m Claire. Congratulations on the discovery,” the woman from behind them greeted, a smile on her face as she remained easygoing as Carol had assessed her to be. Darcy nodded to her with a smile.

  “Thank you! It was kind of a group effort,” Darcy looked at the girls around her, and Kate smiled, her attentions lingering on Danny as his comment about this Hand thing doubtlessly remained lodged in her mind.

  However, she seemed to decide to leave that alone at least for now.

  “So did you figure out anything about what your mother was involved in?” Danny asked, obviously not leaving his own need for knowledge alone. Kate looked at him oddly.

  “Well, she was charged with murder,” Kate explained, laughing slightly nervously, and Natasha returned her attention to him, staring him down.

  “Why do you ask?” Natasha questioned, stepping in, and Danny shrugged, opening his mouth to speak. Colleen interrupted him before he could talk, offering an explanation.

  “He just has an interest in her because she was someone that worked with Harold Meachum, his father’s business partner. He read a few of the files on her after she got arrested because he was pretty sure he had seen the name before in some documents he’s signed in the past,” Colleen explained carefully, and Natasha looked at her carefully, nodding to her as she accepted the answer.

   However, Carol knew that Natasha was far from actually believing the other woman, but the reason she had let it go was because she had accomplished her goal in making them stop questioning Kate about something she was far from comfortable with discussing with total strangers.

  “Umm… Nice party you guys are having here,” Danny tried to make small talk, and Darcy nodded.

  “Yeah. My boss threw it for me.”

  “Who’s your boss?” Danny asked, and Darcy easily answered him.

  “Tony Stark.”

  “Ah… How long have you been working for him?” Danny questioned, and Yelena narrowed her eyes as she finally spoke up.

  “Do you have some kind of sticking your nose in other people’s business problem?” Yelena asked, laying it out there bluntly for him, and Natasha pinched her side softly, trying to stop her from saying such things that were so rude.

  “Umm, sorry. I didn’t mean to offend. I’m just curious, that’s all,” he expressed, holding his hands up in a placating gesture.

  “Yeah, well, you know what they say. Curiosity kills the kid,” Yelena declared.

  “Don’t you mean cat?” Danny tried to clarify, and Yelena glared at him.

  “I said what I said,” Yelena shot back, and Claire raised her eyebrows, letting out a breath as she shared a glance with Colleen.

  Carol looked out over the crowd, checking once more. She had a strange feeling for some reason, and she was not sure why. It made her even more uneasy than she had been before.

  After a brief moment of calm, Carol started to let her guard down.

  But then the window suddenly shattered.

  The guests screamed, ducking and taking cover, and the heroes in the room simply readied themselves. Even Danny and Colleen did not look too terrified. Claire, on the other hand, looked a bit more nervous.

  Carol narrowed her eyes, realizing that they had finally come.

  The Kree.

  And at the head of them, Yon-Rogg.

  His eyes instantly zeroed in on Carol, and he smirked wickedly.

  “Vers… How nice to see you again.”

  “Can’t say the same for you, unfortunately,” Carol declared, watching his every move. He was standing behind his group of fighters, and they were all decked out in armor.

  He tilted his head, eyeing her.

  “I’m assuming you know why we’re here,” he stated, and all of the people in the room were frozen, just watching the exchange and not knowing what to do.

  “Well, probably not to have a drink and catch up,” Carol sarcastically answered, and he chuckled, shaking his head. Carol moved forward, preparing to fight, and to her surprise, Danny and Colleen were flanking her.

  “You still have that same sense of humor. I guess we’ll find out if you have that same amount of uncontrollable emotion, too,” he pointed out, and Carol clenched her jaw.

  “You still certainly have that same punchable face,” Carol shot back, and he narrowed his eyes with a smirk before looking at his men.

  “Don’t leave here without the meteor or its precise location. Get to work,” he called, and they all withdrew their weapons, starting to walk forward as they came toward Carol.

  The people around them started to panic and disperse, and Tony leapt into action to take care of them.

  Danny got into fighting position alongside Colleen, the both of them on Carol’s right side. Carol glanced over at them, worry and confusion instantly gripping her. These people were definitely not cut out for fighting the Kree. Even though they appeared to be experienced in some amount with martial arts based on the well-practiced appearance of their stances, they still would not stand a chance against the aliens.

  “I hope you’ve got a Plan B or something, because Jackie Chan-ing it isn’t going to cut it for this,” Carol pointed out, trying to offer them some manner of warning, and Danny looked over at her briefly before sharing a glance with Colleen. Colleen offered him a small smile before looking ahead of them at the enemies.

  “You’d be surprised,” Danny answered cryptically.

  Yon-Rogg smirked, moving away as he disappeared into the crowd of people that were trying to escape. Carol furrowed her brow, her nostrils flaring as she decided she would catch up with him in a moment, needing to take out the Kree so that none of her people got hurt.

  They then quickly moved into the fight, Carol blasting powers at several of them as she shot them back into the wall. Carol punched several of them, using full-force as they cracked the surfaces that they crashed into.

  One that she grabbed and threw went toward the broken window that the Kree had come in through, and they went flying out.

  Tony was guiding civilians out, guarding them as they went, and Steve was trying to fight several of them, having come in to interfere from where he had been remaining undercover. Natasha and Yelena were pulling off an assault of their own, fighting in close proximity as they threw punches and worked off of each other’s momentum to take people out.

  During the chaos, Kate had gotten a vantage point up higher and was working on picking them off with her arrows, attempting to pierce their armor.

  However, as soon as one of her arrows landed in the leg of one of the enemies, she quickly found out that whatever armor they were wearing had some manner of forcefield, and the arrow was sent shooting out back in the direction it came.

  The arrow lodged itself into the wall directly next to Kate’s head, and Kate’s chest heaved with the fear, her eyes wide as she gaped at the arrow that had landed terrifyingly close to her face.

  As Yelena stabbed one of them in the gut, she stopped as she stared the man right in the eyes. He grinned cruelly, and she was shot back along with her knife as she rolled across the floor.

  “Yelena, I think they’ve got forcefield armor or something!” Kate called somewhat shakily as she got down from her vantage point. Yelena grumbled under her breath before replying aloud.

  “No kidding…”

  “Yelena, are you okay?!” Natasha called as she hurried over to help her up, and Yelena groaned as Natasha pulled her to her feet. Kate ran to them, looking at the both of them in concern. Natasha gazed over at Kate, examining her wordlessly as she checked for injuries.

  “Yeah… My pride’s not doing so great, though,” Yelena complained a little, and Natasha just huffed in reply to her, happening to stop long enough to look in Carol’s direction. Kate followed her gaze, and she gaped at the scene before her.

  “Woah,” Yelena muttered, gaping at the other blonde as she breezed through the fight.

  “I don’t think I’ve ever seen her that… powerful,” Kate admitted.

  Carol was glowing unnaturally brightly from her usual luminescence, and she knew it was largely to do with the emotions she was feeling right now. It was taking everything in her not to singe full-on holes into the Kree.

  Carol turned to face the rest of them after the ones she had successfully taken out, and she watched as a sword that Colleen had somehow gotten her hands on came flying out of her hands as she was knocked back. She had just stabbed one of them, and Carol quickly came to the conclusion that they must have been using the Kratorium for new armor, using its natural forcefield-like qualities for their own protection as they had discussed doing for so many years.

  Carol narrowed her eyes, shooting the one that was approaching Colleen. The woman crashed through the wall, hanging partially in the building and partially outside, and Colleen looked over at Carol from where she was on the ground.

  Colleen nodded to her, and Carol offered one in return. She looked back at the scene, trying to spot where Yon-Rogg had disappeared to. She had wanted to clear some of the Kree to help the others, and now that she had, she needed to check the primary target.

  It did not take her long to home in on him.

  However, she swiftly realized that he had cornered Darcy and had a gun drawn to shoot her with.

  Carol narrowed her eyes before darting forward, the golden glow surrounding her blasting people out of the way. She landed just in front of Darcy as Yon-Rogg was about to pull the trigger, and as he pulled it, it simply crashed into Carol’s chest harmlessly, her powers protecting her.

  She looked at him, nothing but utter stoniness in her gaze as she stared him down. He just stared back at her in surprise, still holding the gun.

  “My turn.”

  She blasted him as hard as she could, his body flying as he was sent out of the window.

  “Are you okay?” Carol demanded, turning toward Darcy swiftly as she took in the bleeding place on her head from where Yon-Rogg had knocked her to the floor. She did not have time to stop for too long, but she needed to make sure Carol was alright.

  “Yeah, I’m fine…. I just… I think I might be sick,” Darcy commented, and Claire was suddenly nearby the both of them, a first aid kit in her hand. Carol had no clue where she got it from, but she was not about to complain.

  “Don’t worry, I’ve got her,” Claire assured Carol. Carol nodded, glancing between the both of them before stepping back and away.

  “Woah…. The one day I didn’t think to bring my taser, amiright?” Darcy tried to laugh and make it into a joke, her voice shaking which only served to further anger Carol at the man who had dared try to hurt one of her people.

  “You’ve probably got a concussion if you’re feeling sick to your stomach. If you need to throw up, just try to aim to the side of you,” Claire explained, and Carol could hear Darcy gagging, Claire’s medical assessment being proven correct.

  Carol simply snarled as the protectiveness swelled within her so strongly that pure rage was filling her, stalking toward the window as she glowed brightly.

  As she went, she could not help but notice that there were a few other sources of bright light pouring in around her. She dulled her powers just a little as she looked to the side. She quickly noticed Danny with two glowing golden fists, effortlessly blasting through the enemies. Carol raised her eyebrows before turning to look in the other direction.

  She quickly realized that Colleen also had a glowing fist, her sword glowing in unison as she took out enemy after enemy.

  Carol supposed the both of them did have a Plan B outside of karate. And a good Plan B it was.

  Carol levitated out of the window, flying over to where Yon-Rogg had been blasted. Carol slowly stopped glowing as she approached him where he was currently standing. His eyes were practically glowing under the moonlight, and the gleam in them was nothing short of wickedly evil.

  “Hmm… I remember this from before. From when you were too much of a coward to face me without all of the help,” he risked.

  “And I distinctly remember telling you to go home and give your people a message, but I guess we both have pretty different memories of that day, huh?” Carol bit at him, walking toward him as she tilted her head and eyed him coldly. It was taking everything in her not to completely blow his head off.

  “Oh, please. We were never afraid of you, Vers. You never came,” he spat in return, daring to laugh just a little. Carol tilted her head as she paused momentarily in her advance.

  “I chose to have mercy on your people. Looks like that was a mistake,” Carol almost growled, narrowing her eyes.

  “So confident with your powers… So reckless. I wonder what would happen if you didn’t have the lightshow to back up your threats,” he smarmily challenged, and Carol looked at him, unphased despite the fact that his words still managed to get to her even all these years later.

  “I guess we’ll never have to know the answer to that question,” Carol shrugged as she tried her best to force a sense of nonchalance, advancing upon him.

  While she had grown to embrace her emotions and the power they had, she also treasured the outcome of holding them back just until the right moment.

  Unfortunately, he did know that she was mad, and he was on the prowl despite being the one that was backing away from her. He watched her carefully as he gauged what he would say next to her.

  He was seeking to rile her up, and it was easy for Carol to see. Granted, it was definitely working, but she was thankful that she had gotten so much more experience since last time she dealt with him. She was now even more prepared to handle his low blows.

  “Face me, Vers. Face me like you couldn’t before. Like you still can’t!” he challenged, glaring at her as he finally paused. Carol looked at him carefully, stopping as she waited for a long moment. She was doing her best to center herself as well as she could.

  She slowly let all of her powers melt away from her, leaving just her in her usual form except in nicer clothes than usual given the fact that she had dressed up for the party. Carol approached him carefully and leisurely, and he smirked a little, far too pleased with himself for presumably getting to her.

  “Fine. I’ll face you without the lightshow,” Carol assured him, offering the smallest of smiles. She then suddenly launched forward, grabbing him around the neck with one hand firmly as she held him in place, pulling him down so that he was looking her in the eyes.

  “But no promises about the parts of the package that don’t involve lights,” Carol raised an eyebrow with a smirk as she firmly punched him in the gut, knocking the breath out of him. She then delivered several punches to his face that were not quite as strong but still left a definitive mark behind.

  She then grabbed him by the throat once more, him heaving as he tried his best to regain his breath. She narrowed her eyes at him, leaning it a little more closely.

  “And by the way, in case your memory is running a little on the short side like some other parts of you… It’s Carol now,” Carol corrected him before launching him up high into the sky with the sheer force and power of her punch. She watched as he came freefalling back down to the surface, and as he screamed, close to hitting the ground, she flew up and grabbed him by his leg just before he hit it.

  He remained completely still before finally looking back at her in horror.

  She smirked.

  “Now. Shake the poopy from your pants, baby boy, and we’ll take a nice walk to call your men off and give them one last chance to walk home free,” Carol told him. He nodded swiftly, his throat bobbing as he swallowed hard. She dropped him on the ground, and then proceeded to land, grabbing him by his collar as she lifted him back up and onto his feet.

  She flew him back up through the broken window, seeing that several of the Kree were downed. Unfortunately, several of his squad were still going, and it appeared that Colleen’s and Danny’s respective glowing fists were officially out of juice.

  “Hey, dipwads!” Carol yelled, and the Kree turned to look at her, murder in their gazes despite not understanding the slang. They understood the spirit behind it, and that was good enough.

  However, as they realized she had their leader, they suddenly looked far more respectful.

  Carol held him up by his collar.

  “Looking for this?” she asked, and they all just stared at her, not sure what she was going to do next.

  “Here’s how it’s going to be. This guy is staying with me, and you all are going back to your planet. And to be super clear, you will never touch the face of this planet again. Because this one is mine,” Carol venomously staked her claim. They looked at one another, and a few of them looked like they might try something.

  “And if anyone is getting any ideas, well,” Carol trailed off, shrugging as she looked at Yon-Rogg.

  “I’ll take care of you all personally. And I won’t be holding back this time,” Carol warned, and they all looked terrified. They turned their attentions to Yon-Rogg, not sure what to do, and his face remained sour for a long moment.

  He finally nodded to them.

  And with one last glance amongst themselves, they gathered their injured and they jumped out of the window, fleeing to their ship wherever they had hidden it.

  Steve came over to Carol, looking at Yon-Rogg as he furrowed his brow. He met eyes with her momentarily.

  “Is this—”

  “Yep,” Carol answered simply. She had told him about Yon-Rogg, and needless to say, he was very much not a fan after all that the man had done to his girl.

  Steve narrowed his eyes at him, anger burning in his eyes.

  “I can take him,” Steve told her, and she smiled softly, leaning in and kissing his cheek just to rub it in Yon-Rogg’s face that she actually was moving on with her life and had gotten a life outside of the one that the Kree had fabricated for her.

   He gaped at them, and Steve grabbed him, dragging him away rather roughly. Tony joined the both of them, offering some manner of sarcastic quip about Steve needing a leash on him.

  Carol smiled softly before looking at the group that had gathered near her. Natasha had a gentle look of tired happiness on her face, and Yelena was even smiling fondly at her. Kate had a goofy, wide grin on her face from where she was standing on the other side of Natasha, apparently still riding the adrenaline rush from the fight. Colleen and Danny were standing nearby as well, breathing heavily.

  Carol then looked over at Darcy where Claire had helped her to her feet to come and see. Based on the very unhappy look on Claire’s face mixed with concern, it was doubtlessly at Darcy’s own insistence.

  However, after just a moment of Darcy looking at Carol, she pushed away from Claire, walking over to Carol. Carol grinned at her, and to her surprise, Darcy suddenly hugged her, her much shorter form collapsing against her.

  “Thank you,” Darcy expressed, and Carol chuckled warmly after getting over the initial shock, wrapping her arms around Darcy in return.

  “You’re welcome, Lou,” Carol told her gently, squeezing her softly for a long moment.

  When Darcy pulled away, Kate reached out an arm, wrapping it around her as she gave her something to lean on. Carol straightened, looking at the group before centering her attentions most primarily on Danny ass he remembered his glowing fist.

  “Hey, that was some pretty amazing fighting, karate kid,” Carol complimented Danny, and he huffed, smiling in reply to her.

  “Thanks.”

  “Have your fists always lit up like that?” Natasha questioned, looking at Colleen and Danny. Colleen shrugged, somewhat out of breath as she gazed at the redhead.

  “Not really… It’s kind of a long story,” Colleen finally settled for saying.

  “Trust me, we have time,” Yelena told her, and Colleen offered a grin to them.

  “That’s good, but let’s discuss it on the way to the hospital. She probably needs an actual examination to make sure I didn’t miss anything,” Claire explained, pointing at Darcy where she was currently leaned against Kate.

  They all started to head out, and Carol smiled as she let out soft, deep breath.

  It was all taken care of. Darcy was safe and her work remained where it should be.

  Carol would never let the Kree take anything from her again.

[olsenmyolsen]

Chapter Four: The Farmer's Daughter

The Farmer's Daughter - (A WandaNat Story)

Masterlist

Summary: Natasha quickly realizes how fucked she is with Wanda Maximoff on the farm.

Word Count: 1.4K

Content: The Start of Big Time Flirty Wanda Maximoff

The woman spoke in a slight accent, making Natasha smile like an idiot.

"I uh-" The redhead cleared her throat. "I'm Natasha. Natasha Romanoff." She took steps forward with her extended.

Green eyes watched her carefully before quickly looking Natasha up and down.

Yes, she noticed the tags around Natasha's neck.

"I work here. On the farm." Natasha spoke with honesty as a soft hand met hers. The touch was gentle. "Oh!" Green eyes sounded surprised with a hint of excitement. "Well, in that case, I'm Wa-"

"Wanda!"

"Our girl!"

Everyone turned to the sound of Erik and Magda exiting the house and running down the porch steps. Excited to see their daughter, Wanda Maximoff.

Their daughter Wanda!

Natasha's eyes became wide. She pulled her hand away and watched as the mysterious person turned around and greeted Erik and Magda with a hug.

Shit! Natasha thought. She hated how her heart was beating right now.

What's worse was the smile Wanda shined when she briefly looked Natasha's way after exiting the hug with her parents.

It was the most beautiful smile she had ever seen be graced upon someone. Natasha especially liked the two front teeth. They were cute, and she could feel herself start to melt under Wanda.

This was trouble for Natasha. Wanda could sense this as she looked back at Natasha before glancing at her friends.

"Sam!" Erik turned away from his daughter and stuck his hand out to shake the driver of the Jeep. "Sir." The man inside the open Jeep stuck his hand out the nonexistent window and shook Erik's hand. Erik then looked from the man named Sam to the other occupants of the SUV. "Bucky, Carol, Darcy, Monica. Hello!" Erik smiled and waved.

They waved back.

"Hey, Mr. L. Who's that?" Asked a dark-haired younger woman with glasses. Darcy. She was pointing at Natasha.

All eyes were on her again.

"Oh!" Erik spoke up with a smile. Natasha moved a few steps closer and made sure to make eye contact with everyone. She raised her hand and waved. "Hi, I'm Natasha. Natasha Romanoff, and I'm Mr. Lehnsherr's new farmhand..." Her eyes slowly drifted past Erik and Magda and to the green eyes of Wanda. "I see myself being her for the foreseeable future." Natasha's eyes darted away.

Sam looked down at Natasha's chain.

"Did you serve?"

"Samuel!" Erik snapped his head towards the driver and shook it. Sam made a what?? face. Natasha cleared her throat and nodded. "No, it's alright," Natasha said to Erik as politely as possible. "But, yes, I did. Eight years."

Natasha missed the sound of Wanda's quiet gasp.

Sam swallowed his throat. "I have a buddy, Riley, who serves. It's honorable." Natasha smiled but shook her head. "Thanks." She wasn't ready to talk about the past she just left.

Wanda could see that, and her teasing smile and wandering eyes softened as she stared at the side profile of the sweaty redhead.

"Well, you're jacked!" A supportive voice came from the guy in the passenger seat. Wanda quickly looked in the direction of her friend Bucky. She watched his eyes scan Natasha like she was something he wanted.

Wanda unconsciously flared her nostrils and stepped forward, faking enthusiasm before Natasha could respond. The older woman watched Wanda. "Well, thank you, Sam, for driving!" Wandas walked up to the door and hung on it with a smile as she looked back at Carol, Darcy, and Monica. "Keep these boys in line, Danvers." The blonde laughed. "You got it."

Darcy looked from Wanda to Bucky.

She noticed and would always have Wanda's back. "It's rude to stare, Buck," Darcy said, making him pull his eyes away from Natasha. "I wasn't staring." He said before realizing how loud he was and turned away.

Missing the glare Wanda sent and the tilt of the head from Natasha.

Regardless, Sam laughed and got the jist. "Have a good one, Wanda." He said quietly with a wink. Monica slapped the back of his shoulder. "Just drive."

"See ya, Mr. L!" Darcy sang from the backseat for everyone in the car. Erik smiled and waved back as Sam started to turn the Jeep around. "Be safe!"

Everyone waved as they passed Natasha, who smiled and returned a courtesy wave. The redhead noticed a wink sent by the man named Bucky from the side mirror. She turned away and found the eyes of Wanda Maximoff looking up her body. Natasha swallowed and cleared her throat. "Well, I'll let you all catch up." Natasha smiled and turned to walk away when Wanda spoke up. "Wait!"

Natasha stopped and slowly turned back. "Come join us for lunch." Natasha looked past Wanda to Erik and Magda. They weren't planning on having lunch quite yet, but there was nothing wrong with having Natasha join and help out.

Especially if Wanda was going to join instead of spending her time ignoring her responsibilities by posting pictures and videos on the internet all day.

"Oh no, I have more work to get done and-" Erik stepped up and placed a hand on his daughter's shoulder. "Romanoff, come on. Wanda won't bite." He joked, but that's just what Natasha was afraid of. Wanda sinking her teeth into her because Natasha knew the second that happened, it would be all over.

Natasha cursed internally and nodded. She placed her work gloves into her back pocket, and followed the family inside their home. And Natasha didn't mean for it to happen, but her eyes found themselves glued onto the back of Wanda's tan thighs.

Wanda could feel it and hide a smile as she turned her head to the side. She cleared her throat.

Natasha immediately looked up and turned red from being caught. Wanda looked up and down Natasha before raising her eyebrows and turning back. "Mama," Wanda spoke up as she kicked off her shoes by the front door. Natasha was afraid of what was going to come out of Wanda's mouth. "Yes?" Magda and Erik stopped to hear their daughter's next question.

Wanda briefly glimpsed at Natasha, who was gently stepping out of her boots.

"Oh shit." The redhead thought.

"Where is Natasha staying?" She asked, knowing she made Natasha sweat. "Tiny House," Erik said. "No need to worry about her." He smiled and kissed his daughter's head before turning to Natasha. "Once you wash up, join me in the kitchen, and we'll cut up some potatoes." Natasha nodded. "Yes, sir."

Magda patted her husband's shoulder as he walked past. "Like Papa said, no need to worry about Natasha here, little one." Magda then turned to Natasha as Wanda walked up a few steps. "She always worries about the farmhands." Natasha looked past Magda and found Wanda winking.

Oh, she definitely "worried."

Natasha smiled. "Well, nice to know there's another person that'll be here in case anything happens." Magda smiled at that. "Oh, is chicken, potatoes, and rice okay for lunch? My husband just assumed." Natasha thought back to all the pecking she endured. She nodded. "Yes, ma'am."

"Good." Magda smiled and went to join her husband in the kitchen.

Natasha looked up to Wanda on the steps. Wanda was staring back with a teasing smile. "You were checking me out." The younger of the two said.

"You checked me out, too," Natasha replied. Wanda lightly laughed. "Yeah, but didn't you hear? I worry about the farmhands."

Natasha closed her mouth and rolled her tongue over her teeth, unknowingly making Wanda bite her bottom lip. "Well..." Natasha looked up to Wanda. "You don't need to worry about me. It won't do us any good."

Wanda didn't like that. She pulled her teeth back into her mouth and smiled with the look of someone who hated being told no.

She stepped down a few stairs and lowered her voice just above a whisper. "Being bad is more fun." Natasha swallowed as Wanda came closer and looked up at the body of the redhead slowly. "Natasha." Wanda husked out her name and made Natasha look her way as their green eyes reached each other. "You'll see." She said before turning around.

Natasha could breathe again.

"Oh, and in case you were wondering, my room is at the end of the hall on the left." Natasha gave nothing. So Wanda smiled. "You know the window you can see from the tiny house."

Natasha walked away with this new information and locked herself in the bathroom.

Her hands gripped the sides of the sink as she looked at herself in the mirror. "Get yourself together, Romanoff." She whispered shouted at herself. "Yes, she's fucking incredible, but she's your boss's daughter." Natasha sighed, and a flicker of Wanda smiling and her tan skin worked its way into Natasha's mind.

She looked up at herself in the mirror again.

"Get it together."

dividers by @/benkeibear

Tag list: @xenaizogie

[jeynepoolelovebot]

[ID: Two images of Captain Marvel. In the first image, Carol Danvers and a young Monica Rambeau are wearing Halloween costumes. Monica is wearing a leather pilot helmet, goggles, and a brown leather jacket. In the second image, a young Carol is wearing her Halloween costume, which is the same one as Monica, with an added white scarf. End ID]

Monica is wearing Carol’s old costume… ಥ‿ಥ

[togrowoldinv]

Falling for Christmas

Natasha Romanoff x Female Reader

When you wake up from an accident, you don’t remember who you are. A local ski lodge owner helps you find yourself

Note: Yes, this is based on the very cheesy movie on Netflix with the same name. Some big plot differences, but cheesy all the same. Enjoy!

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Your life was perfect. You had everything you wanted. And everything you wanted came easy to you. So, why are you waking up now in a hospital bed so confused?  

The doctors try to calm you down, but you keep incessantly asking why you are here. It isn’t until a beautiful red headed woman walks in that anyone answers your question. 

“Hey, you’re okay,” the woman says. “You just had an accident.”  

“What kind of accident?” You ask. You feel a pounding in your head. Undoubtably, you feel sure you have a concussion.  

“A skiing accident. At my lodge,” she says. She walks further into the room and asks the doctors and nurses to leave you be.  

“Thanks,” you remark.  

“No problem. I’m Natasha.” She holds out her hand for you to shake. You take it and feel a shock of electricity in your veins.  

“Hi Natasha. I'm- I- well-”  

“The doctors were worried you might have had some amnesia.”  

You shake your head and drop her hand. You have no idea who you are. The beautiful woman, Natasha, excuses herself to talk with the doctors again. They come in to tell you that you can stay here or go stay at her lodge until someone comes to claim you or you get your memories back.  

“No offense, but I don’t know you,” you say.  

“Well, you don’t know anyone,” Natasha counters. You want to make some snarky reply, but she keeps talking. “Maybe coming back to the lodge will spark some memories for you. We have plenty of extra rooms.”  

“That would be good for her. She needs to get into a routine doing normal things,” the doctor explains. “Natasha will take good care of you.”  

“Thanks, Monica,” Natasha says. The woman nods and leaves the room.  

After a couple of hours, you are discharged from the hospital. Natasha drives you to the lodge in an old truck. Part of you wants to ask for more details about this woman, but the other part of you is just ready to sleep and try to forget this is happening.  

“So, we’ll set you up here,” Natasha says, opening the door of a suite. “My sister stays here a lot when she’s in town and she’s picky, so this is the best room in the place.”  

You manage to smile at that. Natasha walks further into the room and you follow her around. She tells you she’ll bring you some clothes to wear and to call her if you need help with anything.  

You turn in for the night without much fuss. The next morning, you put on some of Natasha’s clothes and go to the lobby.  

“Good morning,” Natasha greets you. She is wearing a sweater that looks extremely cozy. You’re not sure why your brain thinks about how it would feel to hug her while she is wearing it.  

“Hey Nat,” you say. She smiles at the nickname. “Is there coffee?”  

“Oh, yes,” Nat chuckles. “Caffeine addict Clint over here couldn’t live without it.”  

“I’m Clint,” the man working the front desk tells you.  

“I’m-” you stop, still not sure what your name is. “Sorry.”  

“No worries,” Nat reassures you. “Let’s get you that coffee.”  

You follow her into the dining area, but she keeps walking to the kitchen. She enters with ease and greets several people on the way to the back.  

“Danvers, I need your best cup of coffee,” she tells a tall blonde woman. The woman grins. 

“Coming right up, Romanoff.” She turns around with a mug full of coffee that smells amazing. “Special guest?”  

“Something like that,” Nat replies. “This is Carol the head chef.”  

“Hi,” you say to her. Your eyes catch a pendant necklace resting against her skin. “I love that necklace.”  

“Oh, thank you. My wife got it for me when our daughter graduated medical school,” Carol explains. Her smile is the brightest one you’ve ever seen.  

Natasha takes you to the sitting room where a fire burns and there are walls of books.  

“I have to take care of some things, but you make yourself at home. Feel free to explore the lodge. We have horses around back and whatever you’d like to eat or drink is on us,” Natasha says.  

There’s a comfort you feel around her that you really can’t describe. But you’re sad to see her go. Though she walks by throughout the day, you feel like you didn’t get much of a chance to see her.  

Dinnertime comes and she finally gets a moment to stop. She plops down in the chair across from you and smirks at the way you fell asleep in the chair with a book open.  

“Hey,” she says gently trying to stir you awake. “Sleeping beauty, it’s dinnertime.”  

“That’s a good name for her,” Clint says. “Especially since you think she’s cute.”  

“What? I don’t- it’s not-”  

“You totally think that,” the newest member of the team, Kate, pipes in. “As you should though. She is beautiful. And hopefully single.”  

Nat raises her brow at the girl. “Should I tell Yelena about this exchange?”  

“Please don’t,” Kate says, her face going white.  

Everyone laughs at that and you stir awake. You're met with a smiling Natasha.  

“Hey there,” Nat says. “Join us for dinner?”  

You expect to go the dining room, but Natasha leads you to the next building over. She opens the door to reveal a Hallmark level decorated living room and kitchen.  

“This is where I stay when I’m at the lodge,” Nat explains.  

“You don’t stay here year-round?”  

“I have family in Ohio, so I spend some time there in the summer.”  

“Your sister?”  

“She actually spends time all over the world, but my parents live in Ohio. It's glamorous,” she jokes. “Carol made us some dinner.”  

“Aw man, I thought you would be cooking,” you tease her. 

“Oh, you do not want that,” she replies, throwing her head back laughing. You don’t remember, but you have a feeling you haven’t made anyone laugh like that lately.  

Dinner is going smoothly with small talk and Natasha telling you about the wildest things that have happened to her since running the lodge. But you’re interrupted at dessert time by a knock on the door.  

Nat excuses herself and opens the door to be met with three children tumbling through it.  

“What are you guys doing here?” Natasha asks excitedly. She hugs the older two kids and picks the youngest one up. “How is my namesake doing?”  

“So good, Auntie Nat!” The little boy says. You watch on with a smile, but something twinges in your gut at the sight of family. He catches your eye and points to you. “Who’s that?”  

“That is Auntie Nat’s new friend,” she explains. She tries to put the little boy down, but he hangs on tight. The girl, maybe a preteen, sticks close to her as well. “These are Clint’s kids. Cooper is the one too cool to be here, Lila is the best girl, and this guy here is Nathaniel.”  

“Hello,” you tell them.  

“Hi, sorry for interrupting dinner,” Lila says. She seems sweet.  

“No worries at all,” you say. “I think I'm going to head back to my suite.”  

“Oh,” Nat reacts. She puts Nate down after some protesting by the kid. “You don’t have to leave. They just only see me a few times a year, so they get excited when they do.”  

“That’s sweet,” you say. There is that twinge again. “I think- um- I think my brain is trying to process some stuff so I just-”  

“Need some space?” Nat asks.  

“Yeah. Thank you for today, Natasha. I had fun.”  

“Of course,” she says, helping you to the door. “Oh hey, if you hear anyone calling you Sleeping Beauty I might be to blame.”  

“I’m not even going to ask,” you joke. Natasha chuckles and you try to memorize the sound. 

The next few days go by without anything too exciting happening. You meet Carol’s wife Maria, Clint’s wife Laura, and even Natasha’s sister makes it into town. You really like Yelena.  

And you find yourself now sitting by the fire with all of them. Carol and Maria sit close together. Clint and Laura do the same, watching their kids play. Natasha sits by herself, but close to where Yelena and Kate are snuggling tentatively.  

“So, you don’t remember anything?” Maria asks you.  

“Not really,” you say. “I just get gut feelings. Like seeing you all with your families, I think I have family.”  

“I’m sure you do,” Laura says. “We’re your family in the meantime.”  

“Yeah. We are always here for each other,” Carol adds.  

“Speaking of,” Yelena starts. “How are you doing this holiday season, Natasha?”  

You figure she is referring to the lodge or maybe the busyness of the season, but when Natasha’s eyes drop you realize there is something more.  

“I’m good,” she says. No one believes her. Not even you. 

“Natasha,” Clint begins but he’s interrupted by Nat.  

“I just said I'm fine. Can we drop it?��  

She stands up and disappears into the kitchen. The group sighs and you look around confusedly. Something more is definitely up here. You excuse yourself and follow after Nat. You find her placing cookies on a tray.  

“Hey, are you alright?” You ask her. She wipes a silent tear from her cheek. “Sorry, obviously you are not. But I wanted to make sure you weren’t not okay all alone.”  

“That’s kind,” Nat replies. “I- it’s hard for me to talk about.”  

You nod. Although you don’t remember your life, you’re sure you have your own set of things that are hard to talk about.  

“You don’t have to talk about the sad parts,” you say. “But if there was any joy in there it is probably worth telling. Tragedy is only tragic because it was once beautiful.”  

“Poetic,” Nat teases. You smile at her. She feels comfortable. She takes a deep breath. “I was married. Very happily. And she- um- she got sick a few years ago.”  

“I’m so sorry,” you say, placing a hand on her shoulder.  

“She passed away last fall,” Nat says. “I actually didn’t even celebrate Christmas last year.”  

“That’s understandable.”  

“Yeah, but I realized it made my friends and family miserable too. So, I tried to be more festive this year. It wasn’t going that great until I met you, but now I feel like I have a reason to celebrate again,” Natasha explains.  

“Yeah?”  

“Yeah,” she says. “I know it sounds fucked up to be glad you ended up here with no memories, but-”  

“No, actually I am glad I did too. I’ve met so many wonderful people. Especially you.”  

You are standing close to each other now. Nat starts to lean in, but she stops a couple inches shy of your lips.  

“I don’t know if you are with someone, so if you are I don’t want to cross that line,” she explains.  

“Oh, yeah. No, I guess that makes sense,” you say.  

“We should get back out there.” 

The next few days are lighter on your heart. You spend time with all of the wonderful people you’ve met, and get geared up for a Christmas Eve party that the lodge always hosts. You help decorate, prepare food, and pick out clothes for everyone to wear.  

Walking into the room now you see Natasha standing by the bar. She looks breathtaking. She thinks the same about you.  

“Wow,” Nat says, approaching you with a grin. “You are beautiful.”  

“I can say the same about you, Natasha.” A blush hue finds its way onto her cheeks.  

“Looking good, SB,” Carol says, her arm interlocked with Maria’s.  

“Told you the nickname would catch on,” Nat says.  

The party is going well for a few hours until a man you don’t recognize, the doctor you do recognize, and a woman that seems strangely familiar enter the lodge.  

“Y/n!” The woman calls out to you.  

Everything clicks. Your name, your family, who you are. And your girlfriend.  

“Wanda,” you say.  

“She does remember!” Wanda says to the doctor. She pulls you into a hug. Funny, it doesn’t feel like it used to.  

“What’s happening?” Carol asks. “Monica, you know her?”  

“I do, Mom. These folks were looking for our Sleeping Beauty. I treated her at the hospital and knew I’d find her still here,” Monica explains.  

“We can go home now,” Wanda says, pulling your hand. “Pietro, get the car running.”  

“Wait, I'm sorry,” you say. “Natasha.”  

“Who?” Your girlfriend asks.  

“Hey,” the redhead steps into your view. “Y/n. That’s a good name.”  

“I guess so. Although, I liked being a princess.”  

“Ah, you’re still a princess,” Nat says. She looks at you with sadness in her eyes. “Go on now.”  

“Thank you for everything,” you tell her. And then turn to the group. “Thank you to all of you.”  

Wanda pulls you away before you can say any true goodbyes. You go with her and the three of you end up at the resort just down the road. Your parents own this, you remember.  

A few days pass, but you don’t feel that normal. Things felt better at Natasha’s lodge.  

She feels the same way. Things were better with you there. Clint comes in to find her slouched over the counter.  

“You should reach out to her,” Clint says. “ 

“She has a whole life,” Nat says. “Apparently a big one.”  

She had looked you up on Google and went on a deep dive of your social media presence. The daughter of hotel mogul, she felt sure you didn’t want her in your life. But, god, is she wrong.  

“Kind of breaking HIPAA here,” Carol eavesdrops and speaks. “But Monica told Maria y/n has another appointment before she leaves town.”  

“When did everyone decide to eavesdrop?” Nat asks.  

“When you fell in love with her,” Yelena replies, seemingly appearing out of thin air. “Go get her.”  

Natasha nods. She wants this. She drives across town and parks out in front of your dad’s resort not caring that her truck might get towed.  

“Y/n,” she calls after you, seeing part of you slipping into the elevator. She runs and slips in just before it closes.  

“Natasha?”  

“Hi,” she says. “I needed to see you.”  

“I’m listening.”  

“I couldn’t let you leave. Not when I’m falling in love with you,” she says. “And I know you have Wanda, but-”  

“Actually, we broke up,” you say.  

“Oh.”  

“Yeah, we never made any sense,” you explain. “Continue about the in love with me thing.”  

“Right,” Nat says. “Maybe I should just kiss you?”  

“That would be perfect.”  

Natasha takes your face in her hands and leans in. She wastes no time deepening the kiss and your knees threaten to buckle beneath you.  

“Come home with me, y/n?” Nat asks when you break the kiss.  

“I’d love to, Natasha.”  

[fandomnerd9602]

Can I make a request where y/n walks into the house to see Carol Danvers and their young daughter just casually flying through the house and y/n is immediately overwhelmed

Y/N walks into see Carol and little Maria flying around…

Y/N; oh my-

Carol: oh! Baby! Hi sorry. Little Maria just wanted to fly and…

Y/N: oh it’s so cute!! I wish I had my camera!!

Carol grabs Y/N and flies them around with their daughter…

[illdowhatiwantthanks]

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Olivia Benson (Law & Order: SVU)

Can You Stay?

Texts from Olivia Benson

Eyes Open

When Worlds Collide (x daughter!reader)

Alex Blake (Criminal Minds)

What You Want (18+)

Inside Your Head

Texts from Alex Blake

Haircut

Alex Cabot (Law & Order: SVU)

Alex Cabot x Reader Headcanons

After General Anesthesia

Alex Cabot x Casey Novak x Reader SFW Headcanons

What You Give

Texts from Alex Cabot (18+)

Carol Danvers (Marvel)

Forgetting

Find Your People (x sibling!reader)

Rosa Diaz (Brooklyn Nine-Nine)

A Hard Day

Just Playing

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Passenger Princess

A Little Lunch

Penelope Garcia (Criminal Minds)

N/A

Lee Harker (Longlegs)

Cocooned

The Halloween Party

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The Dogs

The Intruder

Fight or Flight (x daughter!reader)

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The Aftermath

Johanna Mason (The Hunger Games)

Home Again

Casey Novak (Law & Order: SVU)

Clueless

Someone Will See

First Time (18+)

Sunday Mornings

She Likes You Anyway

Empty House (18+)

You're Safe Now

Home for the Holidays

Take Me Out to the Ball Game (18+)

I Need You To

Your Brother's Wedding

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After General Anesthesia

Panic! At the DA's Office

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May the Fourth Be With You

Changes

With the Crack of a Bat

Just One Kiss

Texts from Casey Novak

They Go Low

Getting Older, Too

Interrogations

When Worlds Collide

Frozen Oranges

Maggie Pierce (Grey's Anatomy)

Just as Friends

Emily Prentiss (Criminal Minds)

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Coming Out

Let Me Keep You Safe (18+)

Emily Prentiss x Reader Headcanons

Shelter from the Storm

Don't Lie to Me

Burning (18+)

Tracing You

Tiny (x daughter!reader)

Doxxed

Control (18+)

The World's Largest Box of Condoms (x daughter!reader)

Touchy (18+)

Texts from Emily Prentiss (18+)

White Fang

Arizona Robbins (Grey's Anatomy)

N/A

Natasha Romanoff (Marvel)

N/A

Amelia Shepherd (Grey's Anatomy)

Sick Call

Aces

Tea for Two

Strap Up (18+)

Postpartum (18+)

Playing It Safe (18+)

You're Mine (18+)

The R Word

Left Unsaid (18+)

Texts from Amelia Shepherd (18+)

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I only write for characters who are women. No men here. Sorry, folks.

I only write x reader. I don't really enjoy writing about already-existing relationships or character ships. I've done a couple of x daughter!reader and x sibling!reader fics, and I'm happy to do them, but to be honest I very much prefer romantic fics.

I only write for readers and characters with v*lvas. I absolutely welcome non-binary/gender non-conforming characters/readers. Just be aware that, where smut is concerned, I only feel confident writing about humans with v*ginas.

I don't feel comfortable writing dark!characters or smut that's degrading. Kinks and other smut-related requests I take on a case-by-case basis. But I absolutely will not write anything that even gets close to the line of non-consensual. No shade to you if the above are things you enjoy reading/writing, they're just personally not for me.

Autistic readers are so welcome! I love reading and writing x autistic!reader fics!

I do feel comfortable writing about the aftermath of trauma (sexual or otherwise), most mental illnesses, etc. I enjoy a good hurt/comfort fic and, as someone who's dealt with both of the above, I know it can be very comforting to read something that makes you feel like you're cared for and safe.

I also really enjoy writing headcanons, so feel free to request those as well! The same rules apply for headcanons that apply for fics.

Send those requests on, bbs!

[verybadatwriting]

Some notable lines I liked:

"the absolute nerve.

the gumption.

The gall."

^it sounds like one of the sarcastic remarks I'd make.

"THIS IS THE WORST YEAR OF MY LIFE

It's been four days.

SAME THING"

You Don't Mess With Y/N, Final Part

Here's the final part of this long awaited groupchat! Hoping to get back into the swing of posting more often so feel free to drop some asks for groupchat content 🥰

Summary: Everyone knows you don't piss off Y/N. What will happen when someone ignores the warning? Groupchat!

Links to Part 1, Part 2, and Part 3