#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.

[olsenmyolsen]

For Your Consideration

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Actress AU (Female Reader X Actress Wanda Maximoff)

Summary: You attended a Q&A event for your favorite actress's latest movie. What happens when longing looks have the potential for something more?

Word Count: 2.5K

Content: Mutual Pining, Longing, Hot Wanda, Fluff

"Please welcome to the stage the beautiful stars of The Three Daughters: Natasha Romanoff, Carol Danvers, and Wanda Maximoff!"

From your seat in the audience, you watched as the three of the most underrated actresses in Hollywood moved across the stage to their seats—Natasha, the furthest away, and Wanda, the closest to friend and Director of The Three Daughters, Scott Lang.

How Wanda smiled and scanned her eyes across the audience reminded you of when she came to your class at University to talk about the process of acting and the struggles of mental health that come with it. It was one of the most eye-opening experiences you had, and you'll never forget the focus in Wanda's green eyes as she answered your question about anxiety.

That day, you learned she struggled with it as well.

Now, here you were two years later, again in the same room with her. However, this time, you're a part of the press and critic members.

You looked to the moderator of the Q&A, Steve Rogers, as he asked Carol the first question of the night. "Now, Carol, I've been dying to know if it was easier or harder for you to come into this role after wrapping up a season of your period drama."

Carol smiles and picks up the microphone in her hand. "Umm, honestly, it was easier." She then breaks out into a laugh as if that was the most straightforward question to answer. "Sorry, it's just the wardrobe for this that was extremely different. All I had to do was wear a shirt and sweatpants for this shoot." Carol laughs again as Natasha picks up her mic. "And she wore those bland shirts very well." Natasha bounces her eyebrows up and down, making the crowd, you, and Wanda laugh.

That sweet, angelic laugh of the woman dressed in green fills your ears as you look at Wanda and only her.

"Now, what about you, Wanda?" Steve chirps up, bringing Wanda's attention to him. "What about me?" She laughs, making the corners of your mouth fly up, as she chuckles. "How was it having a part specially written for you?" Steve asks. You've been following Wanda's career for years now, and to hear someone say that they wrote a part tailor-made for Wanda. Well... that made you happy.

Call it parasocial or attraction or whatever.

But you were proud.

Wanda holds the microphone before herself and looks down to her lap. "Well, it was certainly a new experience..." Wanda lifts her up to face Steve and continues. "I've never had someone come up to me and say 'hey I wrote this for you.' It made me think and go, 'Oh, that's interesting. I don't really... see myself as that soft' and uh-" Wanda trails off as she looks up at the ceiling before squishing her face and laughing for a quick second.

It's adorable.

Her scrunch lifting when she leans back in her chair and opens her eyes again with a wide smile. "It was nice and weirdly comforting in a way." Wanda keeps her smile as she looks out to the audience. "I think that's it." She laughs as she closes out her answer to the question. Her eyes trail over you before she returns them to Steve Rogers, who smiles and asks Natasha the next question.

As Wanda turns her body and listens intently to Natasha talk about filming in New York, Wanda's eyes slowly begin to move over the crowd once more. Tracking back towards you. She rolls her tongue over her teeth before she finds just who she was looking for.

You.

You quickly move your eyes away to appear as if you hadn't been staring at the actress. But slowly, as you glanced back to Wanda, you found her still looking at you. As if she was whispering: "Have we met?"And as if you could understand how her eyes spoke, you slightly nodded.

Wanda's smile lifted a tad before she looked away and laughed with the crowd at a joke Natasha said.

As the hour grew longer and the conversations kept flowing, Wanda's eyes continued to dance to yours. You had no idea why or even if this was actually happening, yet you found yourself blushing, and a smirk became present on Wanda's face.

"Okay, so I think now is a good time to open this up and let the audience ask some questions," Steve says as hands fly up around you.

A younger member of the press, if you had to guess, they ran a podcast of some sort, was the first to get called upon. The person stood up and was handed a microphone by a crew member.

"Hi, my name is Kamala Kahn, and this question is for Carol."

Carol leans forward in her seat and nods with a smile. "Well, I was just wondering if this shoot with a curator like Scott made you want to get back into directing and writing?"

"Well, that's a good question!" Scott speaks up, making some people laugh around the room at his own praise. Carol shakes her head but looks back to Kamala with a smile. "First off, thank you! And honestly, yeah, it has. It made me want to flesh out a brand new world instead of just being it. Ya know?" Carol says excitedly before shrugging. Kamala laughs into the microphone. "Yes, I do. Thank you!"

Carol returns a smile before Steve calls on another person.

You begin listening before you get distracted by the warm feeling of someone watching you. You turn and miss how Wanda's eyes were just on you. However, that doesn't stop you from looking at her in all her beauty.

Your eyes move down to see Wanda cross one of her legs covered in lace and hang over the other one before she sighs, and then the only thing that moves are her eyes directly onto you.

Freezing you even if you should be used to this game by now.

However, the blush creeping up on your face is saved by Wanda, who smirks and slightly tips her head towards the person still asking their question, breaking you out of this moment. And you don't know what comes over you, but you playfully roll your eyes, making Wanda pull her lips into her mouth in surprise.

Or a challenge..?

Regardless, you smile, and the two of you look at each other once more before Natasha answers whatever question was just asked to her.

You raise your hand once Steve asks for another question.

"This question is for Wanda." You smile and say once you get picked upon. Wanda quickly dismisses her smirk towards you and replaces it with a fake heartwarming smile and big doe eyes.

Damn, she really is one of the greatest actresses of our time.

"Go ahead, sweetheart," Wanda says into her microphone, making Natasha look towards her and you with an exciting gaze while people around the room, including you, sharply intake some air you desperately need.

Praise and pet names did wonders to you.

You smile. "I absolutely adore the character in this movie. I think she, like most of the beautiful roles you have picked, is a vivid portrayal of someone who can never catch a moment to breathe or is always on the verge of breaking down. Life never stops for them as much as they want it to." You pause slightly, which Wanda takes as a chance to lift up her microphone. "Is there a question in there?" She teases with a smile.

You give a quiet, embarrassed chuckle before opening your mouth. "Why no, sweetheart, I don't think there is." You smugly reply, making Natasha and Scott widen their eyes. Carol, stop drinking her water, and the audience around you freeze.

Wanda loved it. You could see it in the dark corners of her green eyes. You continue. "I guess I just wanted you to know how you've inspired me and how I am always in awe of you and your talent."

You felt your body become warm at your confession.

You don't even know why you did it, but it was too late. Plus, what questions would you have asked instead?

Hey, Wanda, are you ever going to play a happy character?

Are you still with your boyfriend?

You sing in this movie; could you do more of that? Please?

Wanda tries her best to hide the pink on her cheeks. But Scott notices it, and so do most people in the room. "Remind me of your name?" Wanda says as she eyes you. She remembered it a while ago, but she wants to hear it fall from your lips.

"It's Y/n."

"Y/n." She repeats into the microphone in her hand. You nod. "Well, Y/n, thank you for your kind words." Wanda opens her mouth after smiling at you to say more, but Steve indirectly cuts her off, announcing that the time for the Q&A has ended.

A crew member grabs the microphone from your hand as Steve and Scott lead the cheers and applause from the crowd.

"One last time, please give it up for Natasha Romanoff!" Scott Lang says into his mic as Natasha gets directed to walk off the stage towards security leading backstage. "Carol Danvers!" Carol follows Natasha, but not before waving to everyone and blowing kisses. "And Wanda Maximoff!" Wanda, of course, gets the biggest round of applause and is the worst about receiving it. Her stunned face turns to one of amazement before looking like Emma Stone at an award show and maneuvering her way off the stage.

However, before security can move her backstage, she turns around in her green suit with nothing but a bra and lace underneath it and eyes you.

A smile finds itself on your face as she smirks before waving to you and disappearing.

Moments later, as you wait for your peers to file out of the room, a blonde woman in a grey suit approaches you. "Excuse me, Y/n?" Her accent is heavy.

You lift your head. Unable to place the person's face or how they know your name, you give them a look. "Yeah?" 

"Come follow me." Is all they say before signaling for you to stand up. You cautiously do so and end up backstage.

Down the hall, you see Scott Lang having pictures taken of him posing with the poster for his movie. Natasha Romanoff is off to the side making fun of him while Carol Danvers is on the phone with her wife.

"In here." The security woman gathers your attention as she opens a door to an unmarked room. You look to the woman. You're pretty sure she couldn't kidnap you. Yet you remain mindful as you creep towards the door until your eyes peer inside and see Green sitting on a couch.

Wanda in her suit.

The door closes behind you as you enter. Making Wanda look up from her phone. She immediately smiles upon seeing you and sets her phone on the table beside her. "She found you."

You smile and quietly laugh through your nose. "Yeah, who was she?" You say with a comedic tilt of your head. Wanda stands up. "Natasha's sister Yelena." You nod.

You didn't know Natasha had a sister...

Wanda steps closer to you and clasps her hands over themselves in front of her. She's slightly nervous as the proximity between the two of you drastically differs from moments ago. "Did you mean what you said?" Wanda asks, making you lift your eyes from her legs. "What do you mean?" You ask, unsure of what she's talking about.

"Out there." Wanda tilts with her head. "Did you mean it?" You move your eyes down her face to her fingers, picking at one another. You look down at your own hands before facing the pretty brunette again. "I did."

Wanda feels relieved and smiles before sighing and letting go of her hands as she moves closer to you.

"I hope I'm not being too forward or bold or anything, but I liked seeing you tonight. It was nice to have a familiar face even if half the time I spent trying to remember your name." Wanda laughs with an undertone of embarrassment that you find adorable.

"I don't think that's forward at all sweetheart."

Once again, Wanda hears how you use her pet name for you against her. She playfully rolls her eyes and moves closer. Her black heels almost hit the ends of your brown ankle-high boots. You can see the webbing from the lace and how her skin glistens when the light shines on the makeup covering her chest and face.

You can't help but smile while trying to push some thoughts to the back of your mind.

"You know... I asked Yelena to find you because I enjoyed talking to you, but I was really wondering if you wanted to maybe do it some more without microphones and in a room full of people watching us."

You pinch yourself and hold in the yelp when it turns out you're not dreaming.

"I'd love that." You say above a whisper as you move closer to Wanda. Your hand moves down to take hers away from picking the end of the suit jacket. Wanda's breath hitched at your contact. "Great, then it's a date," Wanda says with her voice just as quiet. "Tonight?" She asks as her eyes dance along your face from your lips to your eyes.

"My only plan tonight was this event, so I'm free." You say with honesty.

Wanda nods to your words but doesn't reply as she moves closer. Her clothes melt into yours. Her left hand comes to lay itself onto your top before the door opens.

"Hey Wanda- Oh my gosh! I'm so sorry!"

Wanda moves away from you, allowing you to catch your breath while Natasha continues to fumble over her words before Wanda calms her down and tells her that she'll be out in a moment for press pictures.

"I'm sorry about her!" Wanda stays after closing the door and looking at you. But you just laugh and smile. "I guess it helps to know what I'm getting into."

Wanda raises her eyebrows in a teasing manner. "Oh, is that right?" You hum and nod. "Yeah... For Your Consideration kinda deal." You can't help but let a smile break out at your terrible joke.

Wanda will say she thought that joke was stupid when asked about it years later, but you saw her smile and how her eyes shined.

An Academy Award and years spent together made that moment more special.

Well, that joke, and later that night, Wanda's green jacket ended up on your apartment floor.

dividers by @/benkeibear

[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.

~~~~

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

[arlana-likes-to-write]

Lightning Bug - Chapter 13

Master List for Lightning Bug 

Warning: mention of human traffiking, mention of abuse, guilt, nightmares, fluff, 

Word Count: 6.1 K

Natasha walked out of her room and was welcomed by the scent of bacon and cinnamon. Her stomach growled. She stretched, winching slightly. Her muscles were still stiff but she was alive. She and her team came home alive and that was what mattered. She heard laughing as she walked into the kitchen. America, Kate, and Yelena were sitting down with a plate of food and the teen was flipping a pancake. It was becoming such a normal right that the Black Widow missed it when she was on the mission. More laughter echoed against the walls, it was mostly America’s laugh at what Kate said. “If you keep standing there the food is going to get cold,” Yelena said, looking over her shoulder. Natasha rolled her eyes, walking over to the group. A plate was set down in front of her. 

“Want a cup of coffee?” The young girl asked. 

“I can get it,”

“Sit,” she said. “I’ve already eaten.” Natasha sat down with much protest as she watched her pour a cup of coffee. 

“We got the same treatment,” Kate said, taking a piece of bacon from the plate. “I’m not complaining. It’s like we are VIPs.” A warm cup of coffee was set in front of her. 

“Milk, cream, or sugar?” 

“Just black,” she blew on it and took a sip. She didn’t miss the way the teen’s nose scrunched in disgust. “What?” 

“Nothing,” she raised her hands innocently. “I’m not here to judge how people like their coffee even if it’s gross.” America laughed. 

“What you drink shouldn’t be considered coffee,” the teen gasped, clutching her heart in mock offense. 

“You are never getting my pancakes again,” Kate laughed as America tried to correct the mistake she made. But Yelena didn’t join in. She was pushing her last piece of pancake around in the syrup. Natasha bumped her shoulder against Yelena’s. 

“Ty v poryadke (Are you okay?)” She asked. Her sister didn’t verbally answer but her shoulders moved up and down. “Koshmar? (Nightmare?)” Yelena nodded. She knew this mission was going to be tough. “Vy khotite pogovorit' (Do you want to talk?)” 

“Mozhet byt' pozzhe (Maybe later),” she answered, joining in on the conversation on the correct way to drink coffee. Natasha caught eye’s looking at her. She offered Natasha a kind smile and a nod of her head. Natasha smiled back, letting their laughter fill a part of Natasha that was missing. 

*

You weren’t sure what Natasha and Yelena were saying due to them speaking in Russian but you knew it had to do with Yelena. It didn’t take an Avenger or a Black Widow to notice the shift in her mood. She looked like she didn’t sleep at all. After breakfast, Kate and America helped clean up and Yelena took off. You knew she was safe, the team was on strict orders from Helen to rest and recover. But there was a part of you that was anxious to know where the blonde ran off to and make sure she was safe. So, you asked FRIDAY where she was. The AI informed you she was in the shooting range and wanted to be left alone. Well, rules were meant to be broken. The worst thing she could do is turn you away or shoot you. Your hand rested on the door handle. Let’s hope she chooses to tell you to leave as you open the door. 

You didn’t know much about guns but you knew it wasn’t good to be shooting in the dark. It smelt like fireworks so you knew Yelena had just recently fired. You felt the wall to find the light switch and you flipped it on. The room was illuminated. One wall was covered with lockers and a few benches. Across the lockers were stalls facing the targets. You saw Yelena sitting on the ground, her knee to her chest and her elbows resting on her knees. She didn’t look at you, didn’t notice that the lights turned on as she stared at her hands. Her green eyes were glossy, she had a far-off look in her eyes. 

“Yelena,” you said softly. She made no move if she heard you. “Yelena,” Still nothing. You wondered if you should call Natasha or Kate but more people could overwhelm her. “Dorogoy,” the Russian word still felt thick and unnatural on your tongue. But the usage of her primary language snapped her out of the dissociative episode she was in. She looked at you, eyebrows together. 

“I came in here because I didn’t want to be found,” she said. Her Russian accent was thicker. 

“Right,” you said. “But I need your help.” She waited for you to continue. “I’m learning Russian,” you held up your phone. “But I don’t know where to start so here I am.” Her gaze softened as she looked from your phone to you. 

“You're learning Russian,” you nodded. “Why?”

“Because you, Nat, and Wanda speak it,” you said. “If you’ve learned English so it’s only fair I try to learn your language.” It was why you were learning Spanish because of Lucia. 

“Oh,” she whispered. 

“Can I join you?” You asked, pointing to the empty spot next to her. She nodded. You sat down next to her and showed her your phone. “So I downloaded Duolingo.”

“Duolingo?” She questioned. “What is that?” 

“It’s a green animated owl that teaches you languages,��� she gave you a confused look. “I don’t understand it either. Here let me know you.” You took your glove off your left hand and opened the app. You showed Yelena the profile you created before you made the walk down here. You struggled at first - selecting the wrong verb to complete the sentence and incorrectly matching the word to the picture. But Yelena was patient. She gave you time to think and figure it out on your own then provided you tips to get the answer right the next time around. “You're a good teacher,” you said to her. 

“You’re not the first person I’ve taught the language to,” you looked at the blonde. “Lila wanted to learn. Laura and Clint speak the language. Not sure if she kept up with it.” You nodded, returning to the app. It was quiet between the two of you. It wasn’t awkward but rather nice and peaceful. Koshmar. Koshmar. You repeated the word over and over again in your head. It was the word Yelena nodded to when Natasha said it. 

“What does koshmar mean?” You asked, looking at Yelena. You tripped over the word but you knew she understood by the way her shoulders tensed up. 

“It’s pronounced koshmar,” you repeated the word a couple of times. “Better. It means nightmare.” You hummed, returning your attention to the app. “I don’t want to talk about it.” 

“I wasn’t going to ask,” you said. You continued to learn simple words and basic grammar rules but you felt Yelena’s eyes on you. “What does suka mean?” You asked. Yelena laughed. 

“Suka means bitch,” you gasped, looking at the blonde. 

“Natasha called Maria a bitch! That’s so mean!” Yelena laughed again which made you smile. 

“That sounds like my sister,” you fell back into silence. “What are you doing?” She finally asked. “Why are you here?” You closed the app and tapped your phone against your hand. 

“I wanted to make sure you were okay,” you said, glancing at her and then looking forward. “You don’t have to talk about it but I’m here if you want to.” Yelena sighed, looking up at the ceiling. “Do you want to hear about one of my nightmares?” She didn’t say anything as she looked at you. 

“Well, when my parents were alive they liked to have parties, show off the house or celebrate something,” you said, looking forward. “The issue was no one knew my parents had a second kid so I helped set up the party, cooked, cleaned, and did anything my mother needed. Right before the party, I would be sent down to the basement. My nightmare was about a Christmas party. My brother was going to bring me food when the door opened and Natasha and Wanda came down the stairs. They taunted me and dropped the plate of food they brought down for me. 

“I grabbed onto Natasha’s arm and she got bad and threw me down the basement stairs. I ran down the stairs and pleaded for them to help me but when the door opened America was there. She told me we weren’t friends,” you cleared your throat. “Told me no one cared about me.” You were leaving out some details of the nightmare but it wasn’t important. 

“Minus my sister and Wanda, did that happen to you?” You nodded. 

“Sort of. I was promised food if I stayed quiet and good but the power went out and I was blamed for it,” you shrugged. “A car accident caused it. It didn’t matter, my father was upset.” You saw Yelena’s jaw clench. 

“He hit you,” you nodded. You noticed a fire form in her eyes. You smiled. 

“He’s dead,” you told her. “Died in a fire along with my mother.” 

“Death doesn’t erase the pain,” you agreed with her. Yelena rested her forearms on her knees and stared ahead. You waited for her to collect her thoughts. You were in no rush. “Natasha and I aren’t biological sisters,” you figured that much but the blood didn’t make a family. “A mission brought us together and when the mission was over we got separated. I remember her arms around me as the shipping containers opened and I was ripped out of her arms,” she looked down and you saw tears running down her cheeks. Your heart was breaking for the blonde sitting next to you. 

“I’m guessing the nature of this mission is to bring back some memories.” Yelena nodded. 

“Yeah,” her voice cracked. “I don’t understand why the world is so mean and cruel.” You sighed, leaning your head against the wall. 

“I don’t know why either,” you said. “But I’ve been told that in the darkest moments, you’ll find the brightest stars.” You helped out your hand up for her to take. Unlike Natasha or America, she didn’t hesitate to take it. “You aren’t alone, Yelena,” she smiled, whipping away a few of her tears. 

“You aren’t either,” you smiled, letting go of her hand and reopening the app to practice. You gasped suddenly looking at the blonde. “What?”

“Can you teach me how to shoot a gun?” Yelena looked, disbelief all over her face. 

“No!” you pouted. “1, Natasha would kill me, and 2, why do you need to learn how to shoot a gun?” You shrugged, standing up. 

“I think it would be cool,” you headed for the door. “Are you going to stay down here?” Yelena nodded. 

“I’ll be up shortly,” she paused. “Thank you.” 

“No problem,” you turned around to leave. “Oh thank you for not shooting me,” you said over your shoulder. “I was worried about that when I opened the door.” Yelena’s laughter echoed after you as you opened and closed the door behind you. 

“Shit,” you heard followed by a crash. You spun around to see Sam trying to pick up one of his crutches that fell. 

“What are you doing?” You asked, walking over to him. A shy smile formed on his face as you picked up one of the crutches that fell. 

“I was going to do a light workout,” you blinked at the man standing in front of you. 

“Your leg is broken,” you said. He rolled his eyes and adjusted the crutch underneath his armpit. 

“I was going to do arms,” you continued to stare at him. Sam sighed and sat down on the bleaches. “Don’t look at me like that, I'm fine.” You sat down in front of him, pulling your knees to your chest. 

“Are you fine?” You questioned. He looked at you. 

“It's those eyes,” he said. “They stare into your soul and force you to reveal all my secrets,” you giggled. “And yes I am deflecting.” You smiled. “Can I ask you something?” 

“Of course,” you said. “I may not answer but you can ask.” Sam laughed. You liked the sound of it. It was warm and comforting. A reminder of home. You kept eye contact as you waited for him to ask his question. 

“When you were younger, what did you want to be when you grew up?” You didn’t expect that question. “Look I know you are still a kid but humor me.” You sighed, resting your chin on your forearms. 

“I wanted to be an astronaut,” you loved looking up at the moon and imagining what your life would be like up there. 

“Why an astronaut?” You smiled. 

“Because it was the only thing I could think of to get far away from my parents,” you leaned back on your palms. “Now that I say it out loud, that seems sad.” Sam nodded, offering you a sad smile. “What about you? Did you always see yourself being an Avenger?” Sam laughed, shaking his head. 

“I was a boy from Louisiana. Being a ‘superhero,’ he added quotations around the word. You frowned at that. “Wasn’t on my radar. I wanted to be a fisherman and take over my parents’ seafood restaurant.” 

“What changed?” You asked. It was his turn to sigh. 

“My parents died. I joined the military,” you waited for him to continue. “I served two years and was a test pilot for their EXO-7 Falcon,” you watched as his eyes became lost in the memory. It reminded you of Yelena. 

“Did you lose someone over there?” You asked. He nodded. 

“His name was Riley. He got hit with an RPG and fell out of the sky,” he sighed. “There was nothing I could have done.” You remember what America said about how Sam got hurt - something hi Sam that knocked him out of the air. You stood up and sat down next to him. You wondered if he felt like Riley, helpless and scared. Or did he feel guilty that he couldn’t do more while he was hurt? You smiled. 

“I sometimes forget how human all of you are,” you felt Sam watching you. “I’ve seen you guys on the news and in the newspaper doing impossible things to save us normal folk,” you finally looked at Sam. “But you are human, with human emotions and human limits.” Sam looked away from you and stared at the empty training room. “I’ll say the same thing to you as I said to Nat, you can’t save everyone.”

“What’s the point then?” He asked. “Why were we granted these gifts if we can’t save everyone?” It was a tough question and one that made sense. 

“I don’t think you're supposed to,” you whispered. “Good and evil, superheroes and villains, it’s a balance. One can’t exist without the other.” Sam let what you said to sit with him. 

“Have you seen Avatar: The Last Airbender?” You shook your head. “It’s a good show. My nephews like it and I think you would as well.”

“I’ll check it out,” he smiled, nodding his head. 

“You are wise beyond your years, young Avatar,” you giggled, making a mental note to watch the show. “Thank you.”

“Of course,” you stood up and offered your hand to help Sam stand. He took it and used the extra assistance to get this balance and pick up his crutches from the floor. “When I leave here you better not go try to work out and I’ll have FRIDAY tell me and I will come back down here,” Sam laughed. 

“Yes ma’am,” he gave you a mock salute. You turned to leave the training room but stopped and turned to look at the Avenger. 

“And Sam,” you said. “You are a hero. Please don’t think you aren’t. Riley would be proud of you.” Sam looked down, his brown eyes glossy with tears. 

“Thank you.” 

*

You left the training area and walked into Tony’s lab, watching the billionaire and the doctor tinker with Sam’s wings. They had a whole lineup of suits to work on, the mission must have been a hard one. “Hey kid,” Tony said, lifting his safety goggles and turning off the blow torch. “What are you doing in our neck of the woods?” You smiled. 

“I was seeing if you had something. But if you are busy then it can wait. It’s not that important.”

“Of course it is,” he said. “What do you need?” 

“Do you have an extra notebook or a pad of paper I can have?” He blinked at you. You could see the gears turning in his head. 

“You want a notebook,” he said slowly. You nodded. “To write on.” You nodded again. “Like paper.” 

“Yes!”

“Why not use a tablet?” You sighed as Bruce chuckled. 

“I have one that you can have,” he stood up and went to go get it for you. You sat down on a stool Tony pointed at. The top spun. 

“Why do you want a notebook?” He asked. You didn’t miss his smile as you began to spin in a circle.  

“I’m teaching myself Russian,” you liked the way the world looked as you spun. The colors were blurring together. 

“You're teaching yourself Russian,” you nodded. 

“I taught myself how to read and some Spanish, Russian can’t be too hard. Especially when so many people in the tower speak it,” Tony grabbed onto the chair to stop spinning. “Whoa dizzy.” The billionaire chuckled. 

“You’ve never been to school,” he said. “Even before you were homeless.” You shook your head. 

“Nope. It’s hard to send a kid to school you wanted no one to know about,” Bruce came back and handed you a small notebook. “Thanks, Bruce,” you smiled. “I’ll see you guys at dinner tonight,” Natasha told you there was another team dinner tonight and you wanted to be there. 

“Kid, wait,” you turned back to look at Tony. “Have you thought about homeschooling since you live here now?”

“Homeschooling?” You questioned slowly.

“Yes! You would have to take a placement test to see where you are at but we would be the best teachers. Tell her,” he hit Bruce on the shoulder. He glared at the man, rubbing the spot he hit. 

“It should be your choice but we could help you,” Oh. You’ve never thought you’d have the chance to go to school. You’ve read about it; all the cliques, school dances, and football games. 

“I feel like you have more important things to do than homeschool me.” 

“Look, you don’t have to make a decision now. Think about it. The options will always be there.” Tony said. 

“Thank you, Tony,” you said. “And thank you Bruce for the notebook.” 

“Of course. See you at dinner.” You took the stairs back to your floor as you pondered his offer. You watched your brother go to school. You saw him stress over upcoming tests, read from textbooks, and do homework. Some kids loved not going to school but dreamt of it for so long. But you couldn’t accept Tony’s offer - they had far more important things to do. The Avengers were superheroes. They saved people from imprisonment and stopped those that want to take over the world. They didn’t have time for that - they’ve done so much for you already. 

You sighed, quicking grabbing your headphones from your room, and sat down on the couch. You pulled up Youtube and found videos on Russian grammar. You lost track of time as you took notes on each video, filling the notebook with grammar and vocabulary. You were in the middle of a video on vocabulary and verbs used in a house when you felt your body tense up. 

It was a weird feeling as the hairs on the back of your neck stood up. Three people entered the kitchen, and that feeling was normal. People gave off energy, you could tell how many people were in a room, what they were doing, and if they left. But this felt different, goosebumps formed across your skin. You knew it was America, Yelena, and Kate without having to pause the Youtube video and America was walking over to you. What was going on? 

America jumped over the back of the couch, carefully not to land on you. You paused the video and took your headphones off. “Whatcha doing?” She asked. 

“I’m learning Russian,” you smiled at the confused look on her face. “It’s slow work. Do you need something?”

“Lena, Kate, and I are going to get ice cream. Do you want to come?” She asked. You smiled. 

“Yes!”

“Peter is going to meet us there,” you looked at Kate, who was texting on her phone. “Is that okay?” 

“Of course, it is,” you said. “Let’s go!”

*

It was a different ice cream place than the one Natasha brought you to. Peter was already by the door, scrolling through his phone. He looked okay minus a cut on his cheek. He smiled, putting his phone away when you got closer. “Hey, how are you guys?” He asked, hugging Kate and America. 

“Ready to eat my weight in ice cream,” America said. Peter laughed, holding the door open. You were about to follow but you stopped. They were there, Michael and his crew. Michael waved at you, smiling. His smile ran a chill down your spine and the color drained from your face. You could still feel his hands on your wrist as he pinned you to the wall. Why were they following you? What did they want? 

“Hey,” you looked at Peter. “Are you okay?” You nodded, looking back down the street and they were gone. 

“Yeah,” you said, walking into the ice cream. America and Kate were ordering while Yelena got a table. You waited for your turn to order but your mind was focused on Michael. When it was your turn, you got a hot fudge sundae and waited with Kate to get everyone else’s order. You brought your ice cream, America, and Yelena’s to the table and sat down next to the Black Widow. Soon Peter and Kate joined you. Yelense sensed your mood change and kept making jokes under her breath that caused you to smile. 

Finally, you joined in - laughing and smiling as the stories got told. You smiled at Yelena, thanking her silently. She nodded. Your stomach was still in knots and your heart was pounding but you knew you were safe for the moment. Michael wouldn’t do anything if you were with the Avengers. With them you were safe. 

*

Natasha watched the elevator doors open and her sister, Kate, America, and Y/n walked onto the floor with ice cream in their hands. “Just the trio I’m looking for,” Maria said. The teen pointed at herself. “Not you.” She smiled, sitting down on the couch next to Wanda. “I need mission reports on my desk by tomorrow afternoon,” America groaned, flopping on the couch. “It’s not coming from me, kid.” 

“You’ll get them,” Kate said, sitting on the couch. “Thanks, Maria.” Natasha watched as Y/n laughed along with Wanda as the scenes played out. It was such a nice change, watching the teen show more of her personality. She must have felt eyes on her because she turned around. She smiled, watching the Black Widow. Natasha waved back and the girl’s attention went back to the TV. 

“It’s strange,” she said to Maria, quietly to not disturb the movie. “Something changed within. I don’t know what happened.” She looked back at Maria, who was unwrapping a Hershey's kiss.  

“I do,” Maria said. “You could have died on that mission, Nat. Any of you could. Maybe it was a wake-up call she needed.” More laughter drew them back to the TV. “FRIDAY alerted her as soon as we got back that you were hurt and ran to med bay. She didn’t leave your side.” Maria opened another candy and offered it to Natasha but she turned it down. “Whatever you're doing, it's working.”  

The sound of the young girl’s laughter filled the room again. It sounded so free. Natasha smiled. The Black Widow always wanted kids but the Red Room stripped that right from her. Motherhood was a concept that scared and fascinated her. She was taken from her biological mother, the woman was killed because she was trying to get her back. Melina was a mother given to her because of a Red Room mission then taken from her when it was over. But she’s seen Laura love her kids with everything in her. So her concept of motherhood was skewed. 

Natasha sighed, picking up a piece of chocolate and opening it. The girl wasn’t even hers and she hadn’t been here for long but Natasha knew she would do anything to protect her. 

*

Dinner was barbeque food. You sat between America and Yelena with Sam and Maria sitting across from you. You thought dinner on your floor was crazy; this was a whole new level. Everyone was talking over one another as the food was being passed around. You could barely keep up. “Are you doing okay?” America asked. 

“You guys are crazy,” the statement caused Sam to laugh. 

“Welcome to the family,” he said. “You have to be equally as crazy to join.” You smiled, rolling your eyes. Family. You had a family. Something you dreamed about for yours. It was an overwhelming feeling but it didn’t scare you, which surprised you. You enjoyed it. You had a long way to go to open up and tell them the truth about what you were capable of but that was okay. Your left hand was underneath the table and felt America grab it. She sent you a small smile and you squeezed her hand back. 

A stream of light and color appeared in the living room. You jumped to your feet, the chair falling to the ground. You weren’t the only one on their feet. Tony stood up, with part of his Iron Man suit on his arm and Steve was facing the light. Soon it disappeared and a group of people was standing there. The table seemed to relax but you were still unsure of who these people were. 

“Ah! It appears we’ve arrived at the perfect time,” a man said. He had short dirty blonde hair and he was holding an ax. “Dinner!”  

“Thor, what are you doing here?” America fixed your chair and you sat back down. 

“We were in the area,” Thor said. Wanda conjured up another table that was added to the other end. “And FRIDAY informed us you were back from a mission.” The man sat down. “What a better time to celebrate.” You were watching the new additions. There were two older women; one with dirty blonde hair down to her shoulders and the other had curly black hair. 

“Carol Danvers and Monica Rambeau,” America mumbled, loud enough for you to hear. You nodded. “They aren’t around a lot because they deal with more off-world threats.” You weren’t sure what she meant by that. 

“And that guy is Thor, right? The God of Thunder?” You questioned. America nodded. 

“He can be.” She paused. “A lot.” You giggled. Thor, Carol, and Monica sat down while the other member of their group went over to talk to Peter. She was young, maybe around your age. She had black long hair that went to the middle of her back. Before you could ask America who she was, the girl looked away from Peter and looked your way. She smiled, waved, and walked over to you. You felt your heart pound. 

“Hi,” she said. “Peter said you're the new addition to the tower. I’m Kamala.” 

“Hi,” you said softly. “I’m Y/n. It’s nice to meet you.” You found her smile infectious. 

“Same to you,” she clasped her hand together. “Well, I’m starving. Maybe we can hang out after dinner.” Before you could say anything she ran over to Peter, plopping down in the empty seat. You shook your head. 

“Like I said crazy,” Yelena and America laughed. Once dinner was over you helped gather the few leftovers, bringing them into the kitchen. 

“So you must be Lady Y/n,” you still jumped at the sound of God's voice directed at you. Wait. Did he just call you a lady?

“Uh yes sir,” you said. “It’s nice to meet you.” You turned to Carol. “You too ma’am.” Carol scrunched her nose. 

“Call me Carol. That made me feel old,” She said, taking a sip of her beer. 

“That’s because you are old,” Monica teased, sitting down next to Thor. “Monica Rambeau.” She introduced herself. She didn’t offer her hand as you had your hands full of food. 

“Here,” Thor pulled up an empty chair. “Sit with us.” You sat down on autopilot. You heard Natasha laughing. 

“Take it easy on her, Thor,” she took the food from you. “I don't want you scaring her off.” She looked at you, asking a silent question if you were okay. You nodded. The god frowned. 

“I’m not scaring her,” he looked at you. “Am I?”

“No-no, sir,” Thor smiled. 

“Perfect!” He said. “Now, how do you like living at the tower? Are the others being nice to you? I will strike them with lightning for you, Lady Y/n?” Your jaw dropped, unable to contain your surprise. Carol laughed. 

“He’s very protective of the Young Avengers,” she said. 

“I’m not an Avenger,” you said, finding your voice. “I just live here.” Monica shrugged. 

“Technicalities,” she said with a wave of her hand. “So, are you enjoying it?” You nodded. 

“Yeah, they’ve been great,” you began to fiddle with your gloves. “They saved me.” You admitted. 

“They tend to do that,” Before you could question what Carol meant, Thor slammed his hand on the table. The sound made you jump. 

“We should celebrate!” 

“Celebrate?” You questioned softly.

“Yes! I’m guessing you didn’t get a proper welcome home party and the others just returned from a successful mission that is a call for drinks.” Carol rolled her eyes. 

“You never need to find a reason to drink.” It wasn’t hard to convince the others to throw an impromptu party. The tables were cleared and soft music was playing to fill the quiet space, not that it was quiet at all. A pool game broke out between Bucky and Steve vs. Sam and Thor. Carol and Tony were going head to head in a game of darts. Wanda, Vision, and Monica were sitting on the couch. There was music and laughter and a lot of noise. You were watching Peter and Kamala set up a table to play beer pong when Pepper sat down next to you with a sigh, a glass of wine in her hand. 

“Are you playing the winner?” She asked. You shook your head. 

“I’d prefer to watch first then play,” you looked at the CEO. “I’m surprised you're over here and not cheering on Tony.” Pepper laughed. 

“He’ll be okay. I wanted to talk to you before the night got too rowdy,” you giggled. “I’m leaving for Paris tomorrow morning for a week.” Oh.  

“I’m kind of jealous,” you voiced instead of you saying that you were going to miss the CEO. “Bring me back some chocolate.” Pepper rolled her eyes. 

“Of course. Do you want me to leave you some work to do?” She asked. You nodded. 

“Yeah!” You said excitedly. “I mean if you want to leave me stuff to do.” You calmed down your excitement. Pepper smiled, standing up. 

“Behave,” you smiled. 

“Yes ma’am,” she walked away as America and Kate came over. 

“We weren’t sure what you wanted,” America said. She had a red fizzy drink in her hand and the archer’s drink looked like orange juice. 

“That’s fine. I’ll go get something,” you walked over to Natasha, who was making a drink for Yelena. The blonde took the glass and winked at you as she walked passed. You jumped onto the bar stool. “Give me your strongest liquor,” you teased. The Black Widow rolled her eyes. 

“A Shirley temple then,” you shrugged as she put a glass down and filled it with soda and red syrup, and placed some cherries on top. “So, how are you doing with all of this?” You took a sip of the drink. It was sweet and the carbonation tickled your nose. 

“Okay,” you admitted. “It was very unexpected.”

“That’s Thor for you,” you looked at the God. He was laughing at something Sam said. “He isn’t on Earth a lot but when he is he’ll always find a reason to celebrate.” You glanced at Natasha, who leaned closer to you. “He’s gone through a lot, lost a way to many people that is why he’s protective of them,” she gestured to the ‘Young Avengers’ as Carol called them. “And all of us.” You looked back at Thor, who met your eyes and raised his glass as a greeting. You smiled and waved back at him. It was so strange, having someone that just met you has a strong sense of protection for you. 

“Thanks for the drink, Nat,” you stood up and walked back to the beer pong game. You watched the game between Peter and Kamala then Peter vs Kate, the archer won by a landslide. The archer beat America and the game between her and Yelena was close but the Black Widow came up on top. You didn’t understand them. One minute you thought you had them figured it out but then you were thrown a curve ball and someone would join the group through your understanding. Still, you were jealous that they had this for so long and you knew you were a part of it now, so why were you jealous?     

*

Yelena found Y/n right away, it wasn’t hard she chose the spot to be out of the way. So she could sit back and observe what was happening around her. Yelena saw her doing it at the Bartons. She walked over to the teen, who was sipping on a Shirley temple Natasha made for her. “Are you not enjoying the party?” Yelena asked, sitting down next to her. She was drinking a mojito. 

“No I am,” the teen said. “I don’t know.” Yelena nodded. 

“You do this thing,” Yelena said, slowly not wanting to offend the girl. “You stay on the outside of any social gathering and just watch. I’m not sure if you realize you do it.” She nodded, sipping on her drink. Yelena watched her ponder what she said. 

“I guess I’m still trying to understand all of you,” she said, looking at Yelena. “I think I have you all figured out but then something like this happens then I don’t understand.” 

“What are you trying to figure out?” Yelena asked. Again she didn’t answer right away. 

“I guess,” she said, slowly. “I’m jealous.” Yelena waited for the girl to continue. “I know I’m part of this now but sometimes I wish I had this with my own family,” she looked at Yelena. “It’s just -”

“Complicated,” the teen nodded. 

“Emotions are stupid,” she mumbled, finishing her drink. Yelena chuckled. 

“Yes, they are. But they are a reminder that we are free.” The girl smiled, nodding her head. Before she could respond, America ran over to them. 

“Hey,” she said. “We are going to hang out on Peter’s floor. Do you guys want to join?” Y/n nodded. The elevator ride was a little crowded as they rode up. 

“I invited MJ and Ned,” Peter said, walking onto the floor. “Do you want to watch something while we wait for them?”

“Sure,” Kamala said, sitting down on the couch. “I’ve been off-world for a bit, catch me up on all the funny videos I’ve missed.” Y/n sat down on the floor with her back against the couch as Kate connected the phone to the TV. She pulled up Youtube and played a video of a dog riding a skateboard. Once the video stopped, she passed her phone to America. Her video of choice was a compilation of Avenger Interview moments where the team was goofing around or when they messed up. The video pulled a laugh out of the young girl. Next, it was Peter, he put on a video of pandas being clumsy around their enclosure. It continued like that, Kate’s phone being passed around the group, and a chorus of laughter followed each video. The elevator opened and MJ and Ned walked out. “Yes!” Kamala said, throwing her hands up in the air. “Let’s play truth or dare!”

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

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Fury’s angels, also known has his collection of awkward/damaged/scary adopted daughters

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Mob!Natasha x daughter!reader headcannons

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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 :)

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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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Chapter Four: The Farmer's Daughter

The Farmer's Daughter - (A WandaNat Story)

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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."

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[the-widow-sisters]

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! 🥰💖💖💖

Word Count: 5.3k+

  “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.

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[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

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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!

Natasha Masterlist 1, Natasha Masterlist 2, Natasha Masterlist 3, Main Masterlist

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.”