#future mom!natasha romanoff

[rebeltombraider]

Teaser of a WIP that might be posted?

Hi all! Sort of putting a feeler out for this story to see if there's any interest for something like this on Tumblr, so... here it is!

Main Pairings if so: Wanda x Natasha, Pietro x Darcy, and very far in the future... Kate Bishop x Unnamed!Maximoff (possibly Reader PoV, possibly OC, not sure and still on the fence here)

Rating: T for Teen (Language, Combat, etc). Might go into M (Mature) territory later for hints of behind the scenes stuff with WandaNat and all that, but will be a firm T rating for now!

(2013) 

Wolfgang von Strucker swore to Wanda Maximoff that the program would help the Maximoff family, but she never expected anything like this.

This being a mirror image of herself as a small child.

“Physically eight years old and a perfect genetic clone. We were able to successfully imprint most of the basics a child must learn by this age, but not all. I figured you would prefer to teach her yourself from here on out.” He said to her as they stood on the other side of a one-way glass. 

Pietro’s jaw dropped open in shock, though Wanda simply lifted her hand and placed it on the cold glass, “Does she know where she is? That I am her mother?” 

“We have shown her images of yourself and Pietro, so she will recognize her mother and uncle on sight.” Strucker nodded slowly, then winced as if disappointed in himself or the others who had helped with the project, “We are not able to imprint any memories to encourage certain emotional growth, however. So while she may physically be an exact copy of you, she is still an entirely different person in her own right.” 

“She will be placed with me in my room?” Wanda asked, tilting her head in thought of rearranging her own cot in the small room to make room for a second one. 

Strucker smiled and shook his head, “No. All three of you shall be moved slightly further from the labs where there will be a larger section to hold all three of you comfortably. It will only have two rooms connected so two must share a room, but it has much more space than either of you have had so far. I have been promoted to reigning Baron of this facility, so better accommodations for my volunteers are a must.” 

“Congratulations, Baron Strucker.” Pietro bowed his head, finally feeling his own voice returning to his control, “Speaking of volunteers, how are the others?” 

“Ahh, I am afraid the majority have returned home. Some have been filtered out due to previously unknown medical conditions that could cause complications, and some simply could not hold their fortitude in the face of such changes.” 

“How many are left?” 

“Two. Sadly, you and your sister are all that remain.” Strucker drawled in false pity. ‘No reason for them to know the truth.’ 

The child on the other side of the glass suddenly lifted her gaze from a TV that she had been sat in front of, and stared directly at where the three adults were as if she could actually see them. She then stood and made her way over to the glass and tapped her index finger on it to a rhythm. One that mimicked the one that Wanda had been silently doing. 

“Well, now... that’s new.” Strucker muttered, raising an eyebrow in curiosity. 

Pietro tore his gaze away from where Wanda and the child were tapping to the same rhythm at the same time, even in the same spot on the glass. Looking over at Strucker, he adjusted his stance to pull the other man’s attention, “When will we be fully introduced? Moved into the new rooms?” 

“Normally it would take a few days of paperwork,” Strucker raised a hand to halt Pietro’s complaint before he could even begin, “but I have been working on this for a week or so, now. The three of you can both meet, and move, today.” 

Wanda smiled at her daughter on the other side of the glass as both of their eyes gained a slight red smoke to them that vanished a few seconds after it appeared, “She and I have already spoken.” Turning her head to glance at Strucker for a moment, Wanda narrowed her eyes just slightly in suspicion, though looked back at the smaller figure in front of her, “She has informed me that you have already planned to approach me about her joining in on the tests as well, and how she had interrupted you to share her own wish to join the tests if Pietro and I continue to do so.” 

Clearing his throat lightly at the hidden threat, Strucker nodded once, “Only with your permission, of course. From the testing we have already done to check on you and your brother’s medical state, you are both cleared for official testing. If it is your desire, I shall deny your daughter the chance to do the same.” 

A deep sigh from Wanda relaxed Strucker’s tensed form, “No... it is truly something she wants to do, and I will not take that from her.” With her child now walking away from the glass and towards two guards who entered the room to lead her to the new living quarters, Wanda turned to Strucker completely, “It seems you will have three volunteers for Sokovia.” Her eyes flared just slightly once more with the scarlet red, dissipating just as quickly as it had begun, “I’m sure that you will take care when including my daughter in these tests.” 

The cold chill that breezed through the room seemed to affect only him, and Strucker couldn’t control the small shiver of fear down his spine. Acting unaffected by the Maximoff twin’s sharp gazes, and the unnerving feeling in the air that had him wanting to flee, Strucker nodded once and gave his best smile, “Of course! We always take the utmost care and will continue to do so. You have my word.” Gesturing towards the door leading from the room, he continued, “I can only imagine that our newest Maximoff is waiting in your new quarters, ready to finally meet her mother and uncle face to face. Shall we?” 

With that, the twins quietly followed Strucker out of the room. 

What no one knew is that the idea of the creation for his favored test subject was strangely formed after bumping into a mysterious Monk woman during one of his forays to meet with an allied faction in Russia. 

No one also knew just how much things would change due to this. 

Well, almost no one. 

[sashisusin]

The Avengers playing trauma candy salad

Peter put them to this.

Natasha : I was kidnapped and trained as a child soldier and had to kill other children like me to survive. I don't even remember my parents nor their faces. I brought Sour candies !

Peter : Miss Black Widow Ma'am I'm so-

Clint : Okkay me Next !

[wandasaura]

BENT RIGHT TO YOUR WINDS

summary — visiting your wife at work has become a normal part of your routine, but when she gets particularly handsy one afternoon, you find yourself christening her office whether you like it or not

warning(s) — established relationship, dom/sub dynamics, consensual free use, established safeword (it’s not used), public play, office sex, groping, nipple stimulation, choking, teasing, semi brat!reader, oral fixation, fingers as a gag, thigh riding, spanking, fingering, praise kink, slight degradation, making out, nearly getting caught, alludes to aftercare, wanda in a lab coat deserves a warning, men/minors dni

authors note — happy happy happy birthday to @godhatesgoodgirls !!

kinktober

The day had felt askew since you’d rolled out of bed, something amiss in the routine you’d settled yourself into since moving to the small beach town Wanda had secured a promotion in just seven months prior; when the weather had been warmer and the leaves had been vibrant with hues of green. You bristled at the breeze that swept off the shore the closer you got to central town, able to see the rippling high tides if you craned your neck just slightly to the left and peered through the shrubbery that framed an old ice cream parlor named ‘Sprinkles’, but your gaze was fixed on the large brownstone building that you’d initially sought out, your thoughts spiraling as you considered the misleading appearance. The work that was done inside was prestigious, innovative, a true slice of the future right at the fingertips of those that had access to the futuristic laboratories inside, but the outside fit the quaint white picket fence aesthetic of Westview seamlessly. Had you never been inside before, had you not been married to Wanda who left each morning in a wrinkleless white coat, you’d have thought it was just another Mom and Pop shop for tourists to ogle at, but you weren’t blinded by ignorance – for once you were liberated with knowledge and effortless love. 

You smiled softly at Darcy as you stepped inside, finally away from the chill that October had brought with it. The warm nights and blisteringly hot days of September were long behind you, replaced by the unforgiving assault that fall brought upon you and the other residents of Westview. The thick burnt orange and brown flannel around your shoulders did little to keep you warm, but at the very least it provided a sanctuary for your hands to hide away in as you walked the short mile from your two story house to the identifiable brownstone with ‘Romanoff Industries’ pinned to the front. There was a styrofoam jack-o-lantern on the front desk, and a string of harvest leaves behind the counter as well. The touches of decor were soft, delicate, but enough to revive the spirits of those that trekked into work each day; a thoughtful addition that didn’t make the routine of life feel so mindless. 

“Wanda’s in her office.” Darcy’s smile was sweet as she nodded her head toward the elevator despite knowing that you preferred to take the stairs. You wouldn’t call her a friend, but she was always a comfortable face to see when you made the journey into town to visit Wanda during her lunch break. Since April when you’d come to help set up the office space despite Wanda keeping her decor minimal and devoid of heavy personal connection, she’d picked up on your habits, and it had become something of a running bet to see how long it would take for you to give into her quiet pestering. You’d yet to take the elevator, and Darcy huffed quietly from behind the desk as you pointedly avoided the silver plaque with glimmering white buttons to instead enter the stairwell, which was decorated with a wooden pumpkin sign hanging from a single clear command strip. 

Natasha was definitely the one who had decorated, that much was obvious as you glanced at the decorations hung up within the interior of the stairwell. She was a very business oriented woman, that much you’d come to know since getting acquainted with Wanda’s coworkers and all of their unique relationships, and every story she retold of Natasha’s behavior throughout the day led you to believe that while she maintained a no bullshit attitude, there were soft, fleeting moments of tender care hidden beneath her stoic actions and expressions. She always pushed for Wanda to take a full hour lunch break, even though she preferred to eat as quickly as possible before returning to the lab, and on her birthday, which she hadn’t told anyone about, there had been a present sitting on her desk that was admittedly not very personal, but still touching because it meant that Natasha had remembered reading it on her transfer application. The touches of halloween decor was minimal, and honestly, somewhat laughable, but there was a softer message beneath the taped up scarecrow and the wonkily hung jack-o-lanterns. Even if the holidays were of no relevance to Natasha, who you knew worked every holiday that she could because Wanda was always prattling on about her data being changed during the few days off they received for things like Christmas and Easter, she knew that it mattered to her staff, and she tried her best to put some effort into boosting moral around the office. 

When you entered Wanda’s office, the meticulously clean room being just beside the stairwell door, you noticed her lack of presence, which was odd. Wanda was always around when she knew you were coming, not wanting any of her other co-workers to get the chance to report back to Natasha claiming you were snooping through classified files. It had never happened, but the people at her old placement had started that rumor anyways, and Yelena, her boss that had become something of a close friend to you even if you rarely spoke with her grueling work schedule and your lack of genuinely trying, had merely rolled her eyes, but had still been required to scold Wanda for her negligence. Natasha’s hand would be forced the same way if anyone began those rumors again, so Wanda, bless her, had tried to nip them in the butt before they could even truly begin, which brought you right back to your confusion as you looked around the office. The salad she’d made before leaving was sat on her desk, picked through and beginning to wilt, signaling that she’d either forgotten to put the ice pack in her lunch box again despite the pink sticky note you left on the freezer door, or she’d taken lunch early by Natasha’s forcing. You hoped you weren’t interrupting anything important, not aware of your plans being subject to change, but before you could dwell on what she could possibly be doing somewhere misplaced in the large office building, you felt hands wrapping around your body and pulling you backward. 

A soft gasp fell off of your lips when the door was kicked closed, and then you realized what was happening. A breathy whine fell off your lips when fingers pinched at your nipples through the thick material of your shirt, the unbuttoned flannel thrown over your shoulders allowing your attacker to feel the way they pebbled without a bra to conceal them. The flash of white as one hand reached up to hold onto your neck had you melting against her chest, somewhat out of breath from the shock that had rattled you initially. 

“Wanda.” You sighed softly, head lulling to the side when teeth nipped at your neck before passionate kisses were pressed into your skin and trialed downward toward the collar of your shirt. “Wanda, you’re at work.” You tried again, face growing flush as you stared ahead at the open blinds. If anyone was standing across the street, if they craned their head just the slightest bit upward, they’d undoubtedly be able to make out the silhouette of your body being groped. A whine fell off of your lips when a curious hand pinched at your nipples once more, relishing in the way they hardened beneath harsh pressure. 

“Shh, baby. Just let me touch you, I’ll be quick.” She’d have stopped if you really wanted her to. All that you had to do was say a single word, and her hands would be off of you faster than they’d grabbed you to begin with, but the rush of excitement that had your clit pulsating against the seam of your leggings deterred you from making that choice. Wanda clearly knew that her office was safe enough to touch you in this way, and not so secretly, you yearned for the thrill of somebody knocking on the door, forcing the both of you to spring apart and attempt to collect yourself in time for them to not grow concerned beyond the threshold. Another added bonus was the dominance in which she touched you with, leaving nothing up for your consideration, merely taking what she wanted and giving what she wanted you to have. There was something so tantalizing about being at her disposal whenever and however she pleased, and you’d both gone to great lengths to ensure that this element of your sexual relationship was both consensual and comfortable for the both of you, not just her. She wasn’t doing anything that you hadn’t previously agreed to, in fact, you wish she’d do more. You wished her hands would stop toying with the collar of your shirt and wrap around your neck the way that you adored, that her hands would stop fiddling with your nipples overtop of your shirt and seek the price you hid beneath the thick cotton. You wished she’d travel lower, exploit that sensitive nerve between your legs that she knew how to manipulate until you were merely putty in her hands begging for release that she had every right to deny you. You wished she’d stop handling you so softly. 

“If we’re going to do this, you need to at least make it worth my while, Maximoff.” You rushed out, eyes closed as pleasure seized your thoughts, pinning you in place as she twisted your nipple sadistically, enjoying the way every muscle in your body tightened before it melted away into bliss that you couldn’t fight. She chuckled darkly against your neck, her hot breath fanning across the shell of your ear. 

“Trying to tell me what to do, pretty girl?” She quizzed, pulling you back against her chest with a firm grip around your midsection, her fingers that weren’t taunting your sensitive nipples fiddling with the waistband of your leggings that begged to be slipped down lower until your cunt was exposed to the heat circulating through the spacious office. “When has that ever worked out well for you?” 

“Never.” You gritted through clenched teeth, taking in a large breath when the first instance of getting what you wanted from her presented itself, but you were foolish to think she’d cave to your bratting so easily, and just as easily as her fingers slipped beneath the waistband of your leggings to pull at the hem of your delicate panties, they were gone and trailed back up your body until they found a comfortable home against your neck. Her fingers squeezed tightly, and the sudden change in air going to your lungs had your eyes fluttering closed as you slumped against her chest, writhing in pleasurable pain as she again pulled at your taut nipples and chuckled whimsically. 

“I applaud your efforts, detka, but you’re not here to make demands.” You gasped when teeth sank into your neck, right above where her thumb rested along the column of your skin, practically burning you with its possessive grip. A deep sense of pleasure rolled through your body when her knee pushed between your legs, her toned thigh sitting around against your clit, further driving the seam of your pants into your intimacy, giving you just an ounce of friction, which you took eagerly, rocking against her clothed thigh as you felt the impression of her pens in the breast pocket of her lab coat digging into you shoulder blade. “So easy, malyshka. Would you let anyone touch you like this? Have you wherever they wanted?” She knows that answer is a firm no, but still she likes to taunt your desperation for her touch, and it only adds to the humiliation that's beginning to pile up on you as you become desperate enough to rock against the thigh between your legs, desperate sounds falling off your lips as you attempt to silence your need. “So noisy, we’re gonna have to do something about that.” 

You’re shoved away from her body like merely touching your skin is enough to burn her, and you can’t help but meekly whimper at the loss of contant. It lasts for merely a handful of seconds, her hungry eyes undressing you as you found your footing and steadied yourself. “Pants around your ankles. I don’t have time for you to look at me like a deer in headlights.” She grumbles, already beginning to move around the office and ensure that the blinds are properly drawn as you push down your leggings and fold yourself over the desk in the way that you know she wants. Your ass sticks out just enough for your glistening cunt to be visible, and a sadistic chuckle warms your skin as she sets her eyes on you already dripping for her. “You like when I take advantage of you, baby? When I tell you to come meet me for lunch just so I can play with your cunt?” It all makes sense now, and you can’t help but cry out in surprise when her palm comes down on the globe of your ass and leaves a stinging sensation in its wake. Another hit follows, this time harder and directed at your lower thighs, but there’s not time for you to respond before she’s pushing two fingers into your folds and setting a brutal pace as she works to have you coming undone. 

She’d nearly been late to work that morning, too focused on obsessing over you to a degree that should’ve made her plans for the afternoon obvious. She’d asked you a few hundred questions, about how you were doing mentally, how you felt being in Westview now that it wasn’t so new, if you were still getting caught between feelings of sadness and longing in moments that you couldn’t have predicted such a strong overcoming of emotion. You hadn’t thought anything about it until now, but as you gathered the full picture, you can see that she was checking in, ensuring that none of this would affect you in any way other than positively. If her hand wasn’t holding your back firmly against her desk, you would’ve spun around to kiss her, but all that you could do now was whine as her fingers hammered into you, curling upward if only to graze that sensitive spot within your walls minimally. She was toying with you, teasing you, seeing how long she could prolong your pleasure until you begged for her to give you more. 

It came quickly, because the overwhelming assault of your love for her only multiplied the pleasure that her fingers were provoking within your core, and the small movements of your hips pushing back against her fingers only gained you so much. “Please! Please! I need more!” You begged, tears blurring in your vision as your moans and whines became too loud, and were quickly silenced by her fingers forcing themselves into your mouth. She pressed down on your tongue cynically, chuckling to herself as you gagged and moaned around her now sodden digits. 

She didn’t try to deny you though, working faster, pressing against that sweet spot within you with purpose now, dragging out every ounce of pleasure you allowed her to take, her thumb falling onto your clit as she guided you towards an orgasm that had to be silent, the sounds of footsteps just beyond the office door reminding you of where you are. 

“Cum for me, detka. It’s okay, you can let go.” She cooed as she felt your walls begin to squeeze her fingers, fluttering and pulsating with each ounce of pleasure she drew out of you. That was all it took for you to fall apart, her fingers in your mouth silencing the whines and moans that attempted to fall into the air, but became muffled and soft sounding as her digits prevented them from fully forming on your tongue. Your thighs trembled as she withdrew her fingers, your brain a jumbled mess of pleasure and submission as you reached for your pants and worked them up your legs. 

You smiled softly as she turned you around in her arms, laying a kiss to your lips that was soft and tender like she always was. “Did you eat?” She checked in, no longer radiating dominance that had your mind whirling with pleasurable incoherence, and just barely did you manage to nod your head before the door swung upon and one of her colleges that you’d heard about stood in the doorway with a beam of pride on her lips, entirely unaware of what she’d almost barged in on. 

“We made a development! Like, a big development!” Kate rambled with excitement, taking off down the hallway and back toward the lab before Wanda even had a chance to reply. 

You batted at the woman's chest, your hand landing right against her breast pocket where three black pens were meticulously pinned, your cheeks flush in mortification. “You didn’t lock the door?!” 

“Whoops?” She grinned bashfully, stealing one last kiss before she was racing out of the office and in the direction that Kate had fled to. “I’ll see you at home, baby! Love you!”

[simpingforheros]

Guide

Fluff - 💗

Hurt/Comfort - ❤️‍🩹

Angst - 💀

Spicy but Not Smut- 🥵

Smut - 🔥

Dark - ⛓️

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Jason Todd

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Corruptions (Arkham Knighy! Jason Todd X Female! Reader) 💗❤️‍🩹🔥⛓️ (part two to Bring me to Life)

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Jason's Girl ?? (Jason Todd x Female! Reader) 🔥💗

Jason’s Wife?! (Jason Todd X Female! Reader) (part 2 to Jason’s Girl??)🔥💗

Jason Broke What?? ( Jason Todd x Female! Reader) (part 3 tp Jason's Girl)🔥💗

Gifted with Love (Jason Todd x Female! Reader)🥵💗

You Belong to Me (Hush! Jason Todd X Female! Reader) (Coming soon)

Safe (Gotham Knights! Jason Todd X Female! Reader) ❤️‍🩹💀

Blurb 1 🥵

Barbara Gordon

Clark Kent

Conner Kent

Diana Prince

Cole Cash

Oliver Queen

Dinah Lance/Queen

Roy Harper

Lover Man (Roy Harper x Single Mom! Female! Reader) 💗🔥

Blurb 🔥

Barry Allen

Wally West

Martian Manhunter

Starfire

Steve Rogers

Tony Stark

Bruce Banner

Natasha Romanoff

Sam Wilson

Clint Barton

Bucky Barnes

Yelena Belova

Wanda Maximoff

Pietro Maximoff

Wade Wilson

Eddie Brock

Logan Howlett

Miguel O’Hara

Sunny X Miggy Series (Grumpy! Miguel O’Hara X Sunshine! Reader) 💗❤️‍🩹 (Retired series from old account)

Bi-Han

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Noob Saibot

Hanzo Hasashi (not the child)

Kuai Liang

Tomas Vrbada

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Johnny Cage

Kenshi Takahashi

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Kung Lao

Raiden

Liu Kang

Shang Tsung

Reptile

Ashrah

Sindel

Mileena

Kitana

Tanya

Li Mei

Cyrax

Sektor

[rxmqnova]

I have an idea for a nat x daughter reader fic so basically reader is like a lab made baby by hydra with nat is the gene for her mother and the other one is a random hydra dude and they put reader in a house with him and his wife somewhere In America but reader knows about nat but hydra dose not know she knows I kind of want it to be the vibe of stick season but anyway she runs away and finds Yelena by accident and yelena is like what is happening and takes her to the avengers which then leads nat to meeting reader if you can can you make it like super angsty but with a happy ending

Daughter?

Y/N: 13 years old ——————————————————

NO ONE'S POV Ever since Y/N was a little girl, she has always sneaked out of her room everytime her father and step-mother had a visit. She knew it's not a good idea, especially when her father always scolds her for it, but she's way too curious.

Her curiousness led her to one very important information. A few years ago she overheard her father's boss talk about her mother… the real one. And since then Y/N's been trying to get out of this place and find her mother… the Black Widow herself.

She hates this place, she really does. The main reason is that her father is forcing her to train every day, so she could become a hydra agent one day.

Yes, Y/N's father is a hydra agent. He's actually one of the most trusted one for his boss, so that's why he was chosen to become the father of the future world's best assassin.

"Weak!" Y/N's father yells, pushing the poor exhausted girl and causing her to fall on the ground. "This is worthless! Go to your room, we'll continue tomorrow. I want to see you in way better condition, understand?!" He asks sternly.

"Yes" Y/N nods, trying to catch her breath. Her father leaves to room, leaving the exhausted young girl laying on the ground.

Once Y/N catches breath, she makes her way to her room and then straight to the bathroom to take a shower, thinking that she needs to get out of here as soon as possible.

As nearly every Friday night, Y/N's father and his wife are going out for dinner, leaving the girl home completely alone. Y/N doesn't mind though, at least she can finally get out of here and never ever come back again.

As soon as the front door shut and the car drives away, Y/N takes her bag and starts packing everything she needs.

With her bag in her hand, she rushes downstairs, trying to open every single window to try and find some her father hasn't locked. The door is locked, so there's no point in trying.

A smile makes its way on the girl's face when one of the window can be opened. She puts on her coat, takes her bag and gets out of the house, running as fast as she can to get as far as possible.

She runs and runs, finally arriving to a small village which makes her smile and let out a sigh of relief. She's too overwhelmed with everything that she doesn't pay attention to where she's going.

"Careful, little one" A blonde lady says, making Y/N cheeks turn a bit red.

"S-sorry" Y/N sutters, not used to talking to other people than her father or her step-mother.

"What are you doing here alone? It's dangerous. This place's…" Yelena stops, looking at the last few standing houses.

This little village is near one hydra base, so of course when some of the Avengers came to take that place down, the village didn't survive without a damage.

"Well, let's just say a very bad people lived near this little village" The blonde finishes her sentence.

"I. Hm… I-I'm looking for my mom. She. Hm. She's supposed to be some kind of superhero. Her name's Natasha Romanoff. Have you heard of her?" Y/N asks, a bit of hope in her voice as she looks up at the shocked woman.

"Natasha? What? She can't have children on her own. I… what?" Yelena stares at the child completely confused, but now noticing how similar the girl looks to her sister.

"Wait. So you know her? Could you please take me to her? I can't go back there, I really can't. Please" Y/N begs and Yelena can't help but nod as she's also curious how this happened.

Y/N follows Yelena to the quinjet, meeting Kate, Clint, Steve and Bucky there. Of course they look at the two with questioning looks, so Yelena tells them something before she sits aside with the young girl.

Yelena admits she's Natasha's sister, so Y/N tells her the story too, feeling like she can trust this woman. She does feel more and more nervous every minute they get closer to the compound though. She's wanted to meet her mom for a few years and she's worried about what will Natasha think about the whole situation.

As soon as the jet lands in front of the compound and everyone walks out, Y/N is quick to follow behind Yelena, spotting a redhead sitting on the couch.

"Natasha?" Yelena calls on which Natasha turns her head, smiling when she sees her sister.

"You're back" The redhead stands up, walking over to her sister and giving her a hug while Y/N stands behind and watching them, her heart nearly skipping a beat when she sees how much she looks like her mother.

"I brought someone who'd like to meet you" Yelena informs, placing her hand on Y/N's shoulder and giving the girl a soft smile.

"H-Hi, I. Hm. I-I'm Y/N" Y/N sutters, giving Natasha an akward nervous smile.

"Hey?" Natasha looks at the girl completely confused. "What can I do for you?"

"I. Hm… I-I know this will sound weird, but I-I'm your daughter" Y/N blurts out, looking at Natasha and hoping she'll believe her.

"Nonsense. I don't have a child" Natasha says immediately, the topic of children being a touchy subject for her. She turns around, walking away, but Y/N follows her.

"I can explain. Please"

"Y/N, you seem to be a nice girl, but this is a really bad joke. I can't have children on my own. It's just impossible" Natasha says with a sigh, not even turning around and continuing to walk towards her room.

Of course she's noticed the girl's features, but Dreykov made sure she won't ever have children on her own, so Y/N surely cannot be her daughter as she claims.

"It's not a joke. I really am your daughter. If you just let me explain, I-"

"No. I can't have children, Y/N" The redhead says once again, shutting the door of her room right in front of Y/N's face.

Y/N lets out a sigh, pushing back the tears that are forming in her eyes. After all, she left her home, her father… Her life wasn't the best, but what now? She has no place to stay, no home, no family.

Maybe the girl gave her hopes too high, thinking her mother would actually be happy to have a daughter. Y/N was really hoping she'd finally have a family she wanted for so long, but deep down she knew Natasha's reaction could be bad… and well, the redhead doesn't even know the part about hydra.

"What's wrong?" Yelena asks as soon as she spots her potentional niece stepping into the kitchen with her head low.

"She won't let me explain" Y/N mumbles with a sigh. "It was stupid, I should have stayed there" She mumbles to herself.

"Let me talk to her, yeah? Wanda here will give you something to eat meanwhile" Yelena smiles warmly, placing her hand on Y/N's shoulder and giving it a rub.

Y/N nods, so Yelena walks away and straight to her sister's room. After hearing Y/N's story she just wants nothing but to help the young girl. She knows Natasha would be a great mother and Yelena's already excited about being an aunt.

Yelena knocks at the door of Natasha's room, not getting any response, but she just walks in anyway, finding her sister sitting on the bed, deep in thought as her cheeks are stained by tears.

"Natasha, I know it's hard to believe, but Y/N explained everything to me. You're her mother. Isn't that what you've always wanted?" Yelena asks, sitting down on the bed next to her sister.

"Yelena, I can't have children and neither can you. It's just impossible. What if she's just a spy or something, huh? Have you thought about that?" Natasha blurts out, standing up and leaving the room. She really doesn't want to talk about it right now.

"Natasha, just talk to her" Yelena sighs, following her sister to where she's going.

"Why, Yelena? If I'm her mother, she needs to have a second parent. Why doesn't she go to him? Where does she live anyway? She has to live somewhere. I don't even want a daughter" Natasha's irritated by now, not meaning the words she's saying, but that's something Y/N doesn't know though… and she's heard every single word.

The sisters stop walking and talking when they notice they're suddenly in the kitchen, Y/N looking at both with watery eyes, thinking how stupid it was to look for her mother.

The girl immediately stands up from the table she's been sitting at and eating her food, taking her bag and rushing out of the compound, ignoring Yelena's calling after her.

The blonde runs after her niece immediately, catching her sooner than she leaves the compound.

"Hey, hey, you can't just leave. It's getting late and cold" Yelena says, bringing Y/N in for a hug on which the girl can't hold her tears anymore.

"I just wanted a mom" Y/N cries out into Yelena's shoulder, holding the blonde tightly.

"I know, sweetheart, I know. I'm sure Natasha didn't mean it, honey" Yelena tries to calm the girl down, rubbing her back and pressing a kiss to her head.

———

Yelena managed to get Y/N to stay. Both are ready to go to bed now, but a knock at Yelena's door interrupts them.

Natasha hasn't stopped thinking about it… if it's really possible that she could have her own daughter. She feels so incredibly bad for making Y/N cry and she's always wanted a child, but what if it's just a trap?

She did decide to talk to the younger redhead though. Natasha always recognizes when someone's lying, so she'll see if the girl's telling the truth or not.

"Hey, can I have a word with Y/N?" Natasha asks after opening the door.

Yelena nods, telling them she's going to the kitchen for a glass of water, so the two stay alone. Natasha takes a seat on the bed, looking at the girl who's avoiding an eye-contact.

"Y/N, I… I know I said something that hurt you and I'm sorry for that. I just… I've lived my whole life, thinking I would never have a child on my own. So when you told me you're my daughter… It just felt… impossible" Natasha admits.

"I was made in a lab. They used your eggs to create me. I heard my father talking about it with his boss a few years ago. I just thought that maybe if I found you… that maybe I could have someone who'd actually love me" Y/N confesses, trying to push back her tears and not cry in front of the woman in front of her.

"So you have a father… doesn't he love you?" Natasha asks, receiving a shake of a head from the girl.

"He's just completing his boss's orders and trains me to become a hydra agent, but I don't want to" Y/N sighs, Natasha squeezing her eyes shut, knowing damn well what's it like to have a childhood like that.

"I'm sorry you had to live like that" The redhead says softly, placing her hand on Y/N's and finally making the girl look up and lock eyes with her.

"Had to? You won't send me back to him?" She asks confused.

"No, of course not. I would never send you back to someone who's doing this. I should have let you explain earlier, I'm sorry" Natasha apologizes, rubbing her thumb over Y/N's knuckles.

That's all it takes for Y/N to just jump into Natasha's arms, taking the redhead by surprise. Natasha chuckles, wrapping her arms around Y/N. She will definitely want Bruce to run some DNA tests, but her spy skills say Y/N's telling the truth. Looks like a brand new chapter of her life is starting right now… she's a mom.

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Natasha Romanoff masterlist

Masterlist

[thesvnandthemooon]

𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐛𝐨𝐨𝐤

a/n: this one has very little reader x natasha interaction but it’s but it’s how i set up the next parts

summary: natasha romanoff x female!reader. based on the movie “the notebook”; you’re allie, nat’s noah. light angst

warnings: again, none (if you do find something, please tell me)

word count: 5.7k

part 1 part 2 part 3 part 4 part 5

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All eyes are on you when you storm back into the house.

Cheeks red, eyes puffy, jaw set stubbornly. Your mom calls after you to stop and talk to her, but you ignore her. Your feet thunder against the steps as you make a beeline for your bedroom. The door shuts behind you, drowning out your mother's voice.

You don't answer when she knocks on your door. You locked it to keep everyone else out, anyway, so you cover your head with a pillow and shut your eyes. The tears are silent, but they soak into the bedsheets underneath you.

After a moment, you hear your mother's concerned voice as she retreats from your bedroom again.

Good. It's better to be alone with your thoughts, even if they're louder than your pounding heartbeat. They swirl together into one confusing mess, with only one clear goal — straying back to Natasha.

An assassin. One half of you is still in denial, the other half can't bring itself to care. Over weeks, you got to know her, after all. You were privileged enough to see the parts of her that aren't affected by this revelation. The sweet parts, the messy parts.

Without being aware the one thing that defines her in so many ways, you were allowed to know her.

The realization that you truly, actually managed to fall in love with her in a matter of weeks makes another sob ripple through you.

Only the sun outside indicates how much time has passed when you finally remove the pillow from your head. The rain has stopped, leaving a clear sky in its wake. Sunlight floods the room and dips it in honey.

Your eyes land on the suitcase next to the dresser. You've already folded a few dresses and gathered all of your books.

Now, there's nothing left to do but pack. You're leaving tomorrow.

. . .

Your parents wake you up early in the morning.

They make you get out of bed and expertly ignore your puffy eyes as you pick at your breakfast. Your grandma doesn't comment on your appearance, either. You know one thing: secretly, they're all glad this is over. No one's there to sabotage your future anymore.

You want to leave and you also can't bear the thought of it. Going back to New York used to be a relief — back to your friends, your life there. Now, it fills you with dread.

You won't return to this beloved little town for an entire year. By that time, Natasha could be god knows where. And now you're left with nothing but a phone number that surely belongs to a burner phone. Or, if not, Natasha's SIM swapping.

You keep pushing your food around on your plate and decidedly ignore the lack of attention directed at you. The murmur of the conversation is quiet, the clinking of dishes even quieter. At some point, everyone starts getting up.

You say goodbye to your grandparents. Finally, you sit in the back of the car. It's like a familiar movie, watching the neighborhood roll by. The trees' branches seem to wave at you — next year, same time?

You're not sure you want to return.

You rest your head against the window and watch the scenery pass by like a melancholic reel. The diner is a particularly painful sight, and you almost close your eyes. But when you suddenly spot a figure out of the corner of your eye, standing right in front of the building next to it, you're glad you didn't.

It's her.

You quickly sit up straight as your gaze locks with hers. The storm in her eyes is unmistakable, but too complex to decipher from a distance. She doesn't move, doesn't try to signal, but your heart leaps into your throat.

"Stop the car", you urge.

"What?" Your father glances in the rear view mirror. "Why?"

"Stop the damn car!"

You twist around in the seat and crane your neck, trying to not let her get out of sight. Your mother follows your gaze and her expression hardens when she sees Natasha.

"Keep driving", she says.

"No!", you plead. "No, please. Just for a minute."

You see your father hesitate. Truthfully, he never minded Natasha — she seemed polite enough. But your mother's warning glare is enough for him to keep driving. His foot presses down harder on the gas.

The distance between you and Natasha seems to keep growing, no matter what you do.

Tears prick at your eyes as you slump into your seat. Behind you, Natasha's figure disappears into the distance. The look in her eyes will haunt you forever.

. . .

"Hey."

"Hey", he says, leaning back in his seat. "You alright?"

"I'm good", you say dismissively and sit down. It's the same as always — tired students, a smell of chalk and coffee, the quiet muttering of people who are probably regretting all their previous decisions. "Summer, you know."

"Summer", he repeats, smiling faintly. He passes you a postcard. "Here. Got this in South Africa."

You pause and look at the image on the front. A bunch of South Africa's native animals, as well as some cultural references to its cities. "That's pretty", you say, brushing your finger over the glossy surface. "Thank you."

"You're welcome", he says, his smile widening at the sight of yours. Then, his eyebrows furrow. "You sure you're good? You got circles under your eyes."

You grimace and rub your face. You haven't slept properly in days, partially because of Natasha, but also because your parents are renovating your apartment so you're now sleeping at their place again.

"Charming, Parker", you mumble, carefully putting the postcard between two pages of your Biochemistry book. "You look great, too."

"Oh, come on", he says. "I'm just worried. I mean, isn't the purpose of a vacation to let you relax a little? 'Cause you don't look too relaxed to me."

"Try being stuck with my family for two and a half months and you won't be relaxed, either", you retort. The professor walks in — one you're familiar with from one of your previous classes —, so you quickly shut up.

Peter manages to stay quiet for exactly five minutes, then he leans back in again. His warm whisper smells like some kind of Gatorade.

"Did you see the new Star Wars-trailer? We have to watch that! I swear, it's going to be the most epic one so-"

"Parker." Your voice is an urgent whisper. "Cut it out."

The rest of class passes by slowly. You're not fond of this topic — enzyme kinetics — but you do your best to pay attention and listen closely, anyway. Peter isn't exactly helpful. Being who he is, it takes him about ten minutes to grasp the concept. Once he's done that, he keeps talking your ear off.

Finally, you grab his sleeve and drag him out of the classroom. He stumbles after you, quickly throwing his backpack over his shoulder.

"Whoa, hey!"

"Chatterbox", you mutter, tugging him along. "You better explain that shit to me yourself."

"Okay, okay! Chill, dude." He runs his hand through his messy hair and follows you down the hallway. "It's not that hard, promise."

"Not for you, brainiac."

Outside, the sun is beaming down at you. It filters through the trees, casting dappled shadows on the ground. You find your favorite bench — one hidden behind a few bushes — and sit down. Peter joins you, already reaching for his Biochemistry book.

"See, it's actually really easy." He flips the book open and puts his finger on the page. Then, he reaches for a sheet of paper and starts drawing a diagram. By the time he's finished explaining, your mind has wandered to Natasha more than once.

You can't help it — there are too many things that remind you of her. Something as simple as a few roses will now forever carry the burden of bringing back painful memories.

You're snapped out of your thoughts when Peter pokes your arm with the eraser of his pencil. "That's enzyme kinetics, Parker-style. Dude, are you listening?"

"Hm? Oh, yeah. Thank you, man." You grab the sheet with the explanations and diagrams and quickly skim it. Easy enough, you try to convince yourself.

"You seem distracted", he points out as he tosses his pencil into his backpack. "What is it?"

"You know..." You hesitate, unsure how much you want to tell him. It's unlikely he'll be able to give you any real advice, but maybe you just need someone who'll listen. So far, your parents haven't been great at that. "Girls", you finally finish, looking at your hands.

"Girls", he repeats. "Well, tell me about it. But MJ is actually amazing. She sent me this-" Peter pauses. "Not important. What happened?"

You shrug, twisting your fingers and exhaling quietly. You look at him, and he smiles encouragingly.

"It's complicated", you mumble, avoiding his eyes again. "I met her when I was visiting my grandparents. We had a...thing, I guess. Ended quite suddenly."

"Oh", he says. "That sucks."

You smile bitterly and rub your eyes. "It's fine. It should be, at least. I mean, we spent a few weeks together. So what?"

"A few weeks can mean a lot", Peter says slowly. He grabs a bottle of water and drinks from it, then wipes his mouth with the back of his hand. "Can't you call her? Text her?"

You pause, then shake your head. "I'm pretty sure she changed her number."

"How do you know that?"

"I don't know, okay? But I...I think she did." You stay quiet, wondering how much you're allowed to reveal. However, you didn't sign an NDA, and the possibility of her finding out you told someone about her is slim to none. "She's secretive, you know. Her life is so different. I feel like she's always on the run, always escaping."

"Sounds tough", he murmurs, then gently nudges your side. "Doesn't sound like someone you'd want to commit to, Y/L/N. Seriously."

You laugh, but there's no real humor behind it. Peter is stating the obvious, but it still hurts. You thought you could make the impossible happen, and now you feel like an idiot.

"I never said anything about commitment. It still sucks", you finish, leaning back against the bench and putting your hands on your head, smoothing down your hair. "I genuinely like her. I think she likes me, too."

"If she liked you", he says, getting up and nodding at you to follow along, "she'd have tried to make it work. Alright? Now come on. Let's get your mind off whoever she is."

You nod and get up, adjusting your backpack over your shoulder. You first shy away from saying more, but the words tumble out of your mouth automatically.

"Her name's Natasha."

. . .

Natasha's on her back underneath the jet, tightening a bolt beneath its fuselage. The clinking of tools is barely audible over the Helicarrier's steady hum. She wipes a streak of grease from her cheeks and pauses as her thoughts wander — as they do so often these days.

It's been a few weeks, but nothing has changed. She misses you like the day you left.

It's for the better, she tells herself as she sits up. She's lost too many people like this. She can't risk your safety as well.

Getting up from the ground, she ignores the bustling agents around her and packs up the tools. The jet seems fine for now, so she makes her way back inside. Right as she enters her bunk, Peter gets home from college.

He's been panicking silently ever since you revealed her name to him. He doesn't know whether he's reading into things — is your Natasha his Natasha as well? Are they the same person? Or does this woman you spent your summer with just have the same name as the one he knows?

He doesn't want to ask her, but he's also dying to find out. What you told him would make sense for Natasha. He doesn't know her intimately, but she is always on the run. She is secretive. And if she needs to end a relationship in order to protect the person she cares about, then so be it.

Pacing, he stares at the ground. His hand slips into the pocket of his jeans, feeling for his phone. Finally, he grabs it and unlocks it. He presses the call button and stops by the window, rocking back and forth on his heels. After a few moments, she answers the call.

"Yes, Parker?"

"Nat! Hey! Hope I'm not interrupting. Listen", he says, one hand on the wall and leaning against it. "I, uhm, I sent you a postcard a few weeks ago and I wanted to know whether it arrived."

Natasha balances the phone between her ear and her shoulder. She's on the floor in front of her closet, trying to see why the doors creak so much.

"No, I didn't get anything", she says, doing her best to not sound irritated. "Why?"

"Oh, just asking. Where were you this summer? Anywhere exciting?"

She pauses, her hand resting on her knee. "You're acting weird."

"I'm not!", he protests. "Just checking in with a friend. So?"

"I had missions, Parker", she mumbles, shifting to hold the phone to her ear. "I was busy."

"Busy how?"

"Peter."

He sighs and rubs his forehead. He should've known that she wouldn't spill anything.

"Come on", he says. "There's got to be something-"

"Peter, I'm busy."

"No!" He quickly looks up again. "No, listen. I just..."

Natasha curses when she drops the phone. She picks it up again and blows off some dust.

"Hurry", she says.

"Look." Peter sighs and sits down on his bed. His eyes trail to the computer on his desk as it lights up with a message. "I think you know a friend of mine."

The statement is simple, but the insinuation of it makes her freeze. She stays silent for a few seconds as her mind goes through every possible direction this conversation could take.

"A friend", she repeats, trying not to give anything away. She closes the closet and gets up. "Peter, what are you getting at?"

"I don't know! Well, I mean..." He trails off and sighs, his heart pounding. "She said she met someone over the summer. And that her name's Natasha. I don't want to assume anything, but...it kinda sounds like you."

"Peter", she says, rubbing her temple. "You need to cut it out. Seriously. This is none of your business."

"I know, I know!" He panics and jumps up again, pacing once more. "I know it isn't. I'm not trying to meddle. But Natasha, you really hurt her. She cares about you, I think. Why leave her in the dark like this?”

"Because it's safer for her", Natasha says sharply.

This is what it's been about since the beginning — making sure you're safe. She never planned to hurt you along the way, but certain things are inevitable. With Natasha, it always seems to be like this. The people who are close to her, who care about her, get hurt in the end.

She wishes things were different, but she's never had much control over her own life.

"Safer? Okay, I get it. The whole spy-job isn't for the weak. But you-"

"Enough", she cuts him off. "I'm sure you've got homework to do."

"Natasha-"

"No. Seriously." She takes a breath and glances at her desk. The picture she left there stings. The smile on your face, directed at her, stings even more. "And not a word to Y/N, alright?"

"Fine", he mutters.

"Oh, and Peter?"

"Yeah?"

"Take care of her for me."

. . .

A week.

Pain, raw and sharp like touching an open wound. You try telling yourself it'll get better, but sometimes, you're not sure that's true.

College and friends are a welcome distraction, but not always too effective. No matter what — Natasha's absence is as all-consuming as her presence was. Moving on is not an option.

A month.

The ache dulls, but doesn't go away entirely.

You get asked out on a date by the guy who sits behind you in Computer Science. The little paper ball he made hits your shoulder. You turn around, a glare on your face, but it doesn't make his smile waver. The green of his eyes makes you curl your hand into a fist.

You say no. His expression tells you that he won't give up that quick, though. Just like someone else you know.

(Knew?)

A year.

Seasons change, flowers die and grow again. New memories push old ones aside, but Natasha lingers like a scent you can't quite scrub off.

It turned out that the guy from Computer Science is actually quite nice. He's charming when he wants to be, and he does manage to coax a smile from you whenever he's around.

You can't help comparing him to that shadow from your past — one that, no matter what you do, just won't fade. The intensity of what you felt for her is steady and unyielding. His lips, warm and firmly pressed to yours, help distract you from the mess Natasha left behind.

The first few dates feel weird and uncertain. You're too hung up on what used to be to fully let yourself sink into this new feeling, this new person sitting in front of you.

Simon is patient with you. Does he know what happened? No. He has no clue. But he likes you enough to make this work.

Flowers magically appear on your desk. You find bags of your favorite candy in your backpack. The feeling you get doesn't compare to what once was, which oftentimes leaves you feeling guilty.

Still, you keep going on dates with him. You sleep with him, meet his friends one by one, and suddenly, you find yourself in a new relationship.

You still think about Natasha. What you don't know, however, is that Natasha thinks about you too. All the time.

And, ever since finding out that you have a mutual friend, she's made sure to keep tabs on you. Peter is reluctant to tell her too much, but she has her mind games that she accumulated during her many years as a spy. Nobody's easier to convince than the sweet golden retriever-boy.

"How is she?", Natasha asks him casually one evening. He pauses, a spoonful of pho broth hanging in the air in front of his mouth. Peter, bless his heart, tries to deflect despite knowing it's useless.

"She's fine", he says, slurping up the broth. "Busy, you know. College."

"Right", she says. "Just 'fine'? Nothing else?"

"Well", he mumbles through a mouthful of rice noodles, "she's good. What am I supposed to tell you?"

"Anything other than what you're giving me right now, Parker."

Peter looks up and shrugs. "She's happy. There's this...guy. He's good for her."

"What?" She leans in, frowning. His words sent a spark of jealousy through her. "What guy?"

He realizes his mistake a few seconds too late. He shakes his head as he tries to backtrack. "It's not important, actually-"

"No, no, no." Natasha grabs the back of his chair and tilts it so it's balancing precariously on its hind legs.

Peter lets out a surprised yelp and drops his spoon, sending some soup flying. "Hey! Nat-"

"Who is he?", she demands, her voice leaving no room for argument. His words hit like a slap, and what she's feeling now is the aftermath of it. Hot, burning pain, lingering and stinging and leaving a mark. "Tell me."

"I- I don't know!", he stammers, gripping the table for stability. "He's just a guy, I don't even think it's super serious!"

Her jaw tightens, her mind spiraling. Her grip on the chair remains steady. "You're lying", she states, her voice having dropped to a deadly tone.

"I'm not!" Peter panics, his eyes frantically searching her face. He knows she's no threat to him, but he also knows better than to mess with the older spy. "I swear! Look, all I know is she seems happy. That's what matters, right?"

Natasha continues to glare at him for another moment. Then she lets go of the chair, letting it back down with a thud. She leans back and crosses her arms.

She has no right to feel like this, but how is she supposed to tell her brain that? It's flooding her body with cortisol merely because of the information that her ex (ex girlfriend? ex situationship?) has found someone else.

She was the one who ended things. But right now, that doesn't matter. All she can see is you, wrapped into someone else, kisses staining your skin.

"You find out more", Natasha says sharply, "you tell me. Got it?"

"Alright", Peter says, exhaling shakily. He rubs his face and nods. "Sure. Whatever you say."

She nods and averts her eyes, looking at the bowl of untouched soup in front of her. After a moment of quiet brooding, she pushes it away.

Her appetite is gone. Instead, she feels a hollowness that stems from something other than the fact she hasn't had dinner yet.

. . .

It's hard to believe, but it's true: your parents actually approve of the person you introduced them to.

You didn't plan for this to happen yet — it hasn't even been a year since you and Simon started dating —, but you can't argue that the circumstances are nice.

Your parents are usually at their most relaxed when at their preferred country club, especially after having a drink or two. This time, it's a party, thrown in honor of someone's birthday.

You're only there because your parents made you go. They insisted — yes, insisted you go. As much as you've grown accustomed to their demands, tonight felt more like an ambush than an invitation.

Right as you walked in, your eyes met Simon's. His face lit up immediately, and before you knew it, you awkwardly introduced yourself to his parents. Your mom spotted you and joined, then your dad followed.

An hour later, you're all sitting at a table together, looking like an image of picture-perfect compatibility. Simon's hands are holding yours in his lap, squeezing them and rubbing your knuckles. Both affection and guilt have settled in your stomach. Every time you look in his green eyes, you see Natasha.

He barely notices. He's too busy charming your parents, even if that isn't a necessity anymore. They know enough to be almost certain he's a good match for you. Wealthy parents, good education, polite but not so much that he seems insecure.

You keep listening to the conversation, your thoughts drifting every now and then. Around you, the room is lively with chatter and the clinking of champagne glasses. Smooth silk dresses, fitted tuxedos, an unfathomable amount of diamonds. You realize that Simon and you both seem to fit into this world.

Not too long ago, exactly that would've thrown you off. But now, you don't seem to mind anymore. It's...comfortable. Comfortable in a way that you never would've achieved if it was Natasha sitting here instead of him.

You take a sip of wine as you silently chastise yourself for even thinking that. You're here with Simon — Natasha doesn't matter anymore.

When your mother mentions the word 'engagement', however, you're quick to look up from your glass and stare at her.

"What?", you ask dumbly.

"Well, I know you haven't been dating for too long, but that's something every young couple should think about. You date to marry, no? And my goodness, you two do make an adorable couple."

Simon's hand squeezes yours under the table. It's a silent reassurance you aren't sure you want — or need — right now. He doesn't understand how typical this is, how your mother is trying to steer the narrative where she wants it to go again.

You can see yourself getting married eventually. However, you're not discussing this with your parents.

"I think we're just enjoying getting to know each other better for now", Simon says, leaning back in his chair. "But we'll see where things go."

"Right", you mumble, pulling your shaky hand out of his light grasp. You reach for your champagne glass and take a sip. The bubbles fuzz against your tongue. Around you, the room starts to feel warmer. The initially pleasant hum of laughter and conversation around you grows louder, fuzzier, like static.

Engagement. Marriage.

The words tumble through your mind and collide with memories of Natasha. You spot glimpses of a future between them, a future you let yourself dream about. A future that wasn't meant to be, but one you can't seem to forget.

Your father notices your discomfort and elegantly switches to a different topic. The more alcohol you consume, the less on edge you feel. The longer you sit there, the more you allow yourself to enjoy being with Simon.

The conversation flows and the evening stretches into the night. You twirl across the floor, Simon spinning you in circles before pulling you closer again. A few glasses of champagne leave you tipsy and red-cheeked, your mind blissfully empty.

When you decide to leave, Simon's parents walk you out. Your mom is obviously enamored with his family.

On the drive home, you're proven right. She keeps gushing about him and his manners, his smile, how kind and intelligent he is, how good of a husband he'll make. You sit in the back and stare out the window, caught somewhere between the firm ground of listening and the floating space your thoughts provide you with.

No matter what you do, you can't shake the nagging thought that creeps into the back of your mind: if it was Natasha with you, your mother wouldn't be saying any of this. Natasha, who's most likely never owned a country club membership. Natasha, who wouldn't fit into this world, wouldn't manage to charm your parents, wouldn't blend into this glittering facade.

It's why you loved her.

The realization hurts, but it's one you hold on to.

. . .

"They're engaged."

Natasha's head snaps up. Suddenly, the files on her desk don't seem too important anymore. Gone is the mission she's supposed to be focusing on. Instead, something hot and uncomfortable crawls up her back.

"What?", she asks slowly, almost daring Peter to repeat himself. He swallows, stalling as he shifts and shrugs a few times.

"It happened very suddenly! She just...had a ring on her finger. I dunno."

"She's engaged?"

With one, swift movement, she's gotten up. Peter is (slightly) taller than Natasha, but suddenly, it seems like she's towering over him.

"I couldn't stop them", he defends himself. She rolls her eyes at the obviousness of his statement. "Look, you told me to-"

"Yeah, yeah. To tell me when something happens." She pinches the bridge of her nose. "They're engaged?"

Peter looks like a deer caught in headlights. He shifts again, rubbing the back of his neck and desperately searching for a way out of this situation. "Yeah", he says, his voice quieter now. He doesn't want to risk provoking her further. "But, uh, maybe it's not that serious?"

"Engaged isn't that serious to you, Parker?", Natasha snaps. This time, he flinches and she immediately feels bad. It's not his fault, after all.

"Okay, okay, bad choice of words", he stammers, raising his hands defensively. "But seriously, what was I supposed to do? Crash the proposal? Maybe rip the ring off her finger? Oh, I could've used my webs to-"

"Dammit", she curses. Her jaw tightens and she turns around, starting to pace through the room. The heels of her combat boots click against the tiled floor. Her posture is stiff, controlled, but there's a storm brewing beneath the surface.

It's been, what? Three years?

Almost three years, yes. She stops in front of the bookcase, not saying anything. The realization that she's let three full years pass without even trying to contact you makes her chest twist with guilt and shame.

"You wanted me to keep you updated", Peter says, nervously twisting the hem of his sweater. "It's not like I wanted to tell you this. Hell, I'm not too happy, either."

"I didn't think it would get this far."

"Well", he trails, shrugging. "You left, didn't you? Did you expect her to-"

"Don't", she cuts him off. She turns around, her eyes blazing. "Don't finish that sentence."

Peter shrinks. God, he hates this. If he'd known what telling Natasha about you being friends with him would cause three years later, he never would've done it. Life would definitely be more peaceful now. Maybe he'd be hanging out on a rooftop, root beer in hand, legs dangling. Or he'd be on a beach. Maybe with Tony. Surely they'd surf...

"Are you fucking listening?"

"Huh?" He looks up, blinking. "Oh, yeah. Totally. I mean, look. Maybe it's not too late. People call off engagements constantly."

Natasha glares at him. She loves Peter, but sometimes, he's an idiot.

"And what? I show up, ask her to choose me? Parker, she said yes. She agreed to marry him! We dated for two months, it just doesn't compare."

"Quality over quantity?", he adds helplessly. A notebook is hurled at him and he quickly jumps aside. It hits the wall with a dull thud, then flops to the ground. Peter stares at it for a moment, then at Natasha, whose chest is rising and falling quickly.

"Okay", he says. "Bad joke. Got it."

Natasha scrubs a hand down her face, her fingers brushing against her mouth. "This is insane", she mutters, mostly to herself.

Peter nods, his hands pushed into the pockets of his jeans. He looks around the room awkwardly, not entirely sure what to do. There's not much he can do, after all.

She doesn't know what to do, either. Clearly, you've moved on. You're engaged, you're happy, you're probably thinking about anything else than that one summer you spent together. She should let it go.

But the image of some guy pushing a ring onto your finger quickly makes her change her mind.

"Where is she?", Natasha suddenly asks, making his eyes dart back toward her.

"Uhm..."

"Tell me", she demands.

"It's summer", he says. "Y/N's with her grandparents, probably."

"You're sure?"

"No. I mean, probably. As far as I'm concerned. It's worth a try."

Natasha nods. Then she turns around and grabs her jacket, her backpack, her phone. Peter stays frozen in place as she stuffs things like some fake ID's and a gun into her backpack.

She looks up and their eyes meet. A flash of defensiveness crosses her face.

"Just in case", she mutters, slinging the backpack over her shoulder.

"Don't do anything stupid", he says, but she doesn't spare him a second glance. He's left alone in the silence of her office.

. . .

You've been returning to this specific place time after time since you arrived in town.

The askew pictures, the magnets on the fridge, the hammock next to the lake. Cicadas in the evening, birds in the morning.

You sit on the porch and drink tea. Your hands wrap around the chipped mug like it's a precious treasure. The diamond on your finger shimmers in the sunlight.

You revisit the books Natasha once read to you, quietly mumbling sentences out loud. Some pages have little straight creases on the corners. You remember Natasha folding the corners down to remember where she left off.

No matter how hard you try — the words don't carry the same weight anymore.

The house feels both alive and dead without her here. You find yourself looking for her in the smallest details — the faint scent of her perfume on the blanket, no longer lingering. The indentation of her body on the armchair in the living room. The scuff marks on the floor, stemming from her boots.

You feel guilt, you feel shame. Yet you still fall asleep in that very same house, only minutes after calling Simon to tell him goodnight.

The next morning, Natasha finds you curled up on the mattress in the bedroom.

Sunlight streams through the thin curtains. The blanket, formerly covering your entire body, is now only draped over your thighs. Still half-asleep, you hear the creaking of floorboards.

You want to convince yourself it's just the old house settling, but then you look up.

Natasha, in the doorway, her arms crossed. The expression on her face gives nothing away, but you can tell that time has passed.

She doesn't necessarily look older, but she looks tired. There's a weight in her eyes you don't quite recognize.

"Still your favorite spot, huh?"

"Nat", you stammer, sitting up and covering your chest with the blanket. Dumb idea, sleeping without a shirt on. "What are you...?"

"I could ask you the same thing", she points out. She opens a drawer and pulls out one of the shirts she left here, tossing it in your direction. You quickly slip it on. "This is called trespassing, as far as I'm aware."

"Oh", you mumble, your gaze tentatively flickering up and down her body. The leather jacket is the one you remember very well. You still know the feeling of burying your nose against it and breathing in the unique scent. "Sorry. I just thought...well, you haven't been here in a while."

"I haven't", she says, still stoic. She briefly looks at the book you left on the floor next to the mattress. Her expression shifts for a split second. You almost miss it. "It's still my house."

"Right." You get up, hands smoothing down the shirt you're wearing.

You search her face for something familiar, but Natasha knows how to mask the turmoil she's feeling. A confusing storm of emotions, suddenly too overwhelming to handle. She should've stayed home.

Then, her eyes land on your left hand. The diamond stands out almost offensively.

"Right", you repeat, more nervous now. You run your hand through your hair. "His name's Simon. He's...nice. Uhm..."

"You don't have to explain", she says quietly. Her face softens, and in return, so does yours. She nods to the kitchen after contemplating for a short moment. "Coffee?"

You hesitate.

Simon, your brain reminds you.

Natasha, yells some other part.

Then, you nod.

"Coffee."

[nataliasquote]

Omg I need a pt four with double the trouble on her talking with Wanda and Isla then her dating Maria bc I mean come on Maria> Bucky anytime and also her being a girl boss and I kinda wanna see what happens with her and Bucky and what sorry ass excuse he’s come up with

Double the Trouble [pt. 4] | n romanoff

Double the trouble au: part 1, part 2, part 3,

Summary: Natasha and Wanda's teenage twin daughters are a lot to handle, but despite their differences and arguments, there's nothing they wouldn't do for each other

Warnings: mentions of cheating

Pairings: WandaNat, O!C x Valkyrie

wc: 3.8k

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Y/n had sworn off dating for the foreseeable future. Which was a bonus in Wanda and Natasha’s eyes, who only wanted to keep their not-so-little girls safe. Isla and Valkyrie were different, they were obsessed with each other. But for Y/n’s sake they kept the PDA to a minimum when she was around. Although it had been a week since Y/n found out about Bucky, she was still rather fragile, even if she hated being referred to as so.

She was quieter at home too. It was one of the rare nights where no one had any after school activities and Natasha wasn’t teaching. Wanda had cooked the girls’ favourite meal: tomato and chicken pasta with garlic bread. It was a childhood classic and 7 year old Y/n would have loved it.

But tonight it was different. The usual daily chatter occurred as plates were loaded up with food and everyone began to eat. Natasha and Isla were laughing as the young redhead explained a funny story about her science class, and even though Y/n had been there, her mouth didn’t even twitch into a smile.

She pushed her food around with her fork, stabbing the spiral pasta shapes rather aggressively but never bringing it to her lips. Her actions were repetitive and she zoned in and out without even realising. It’s not like anyone noticed.

But Wanda noticed. She smiled along with Isla’s story but kept her gaze fixed on Y/n the entire time, brows furrowing in a soft frown. She’d seen how much her youngest had drawn in on herself, but there had been little to no improvement, even after a week. Although Wanda wasn’t sure what the general time frame for this was; her first and only love was Natasha.

Her demeanour didn’t change throughout the whole meal time and soon everyone had finished eating, except Y/n. Natasha looked at her wife worriedly who just shook her head.

‘Can you take Isla out of the way for a bit? I need to talk to Y/n alone.’ Wanda spoke in Natasha’s mind. Her wife nodded and made a big deal of collecting up the plates, encouraging Isla to do the same and they both retreated into the kitchen.

“Y/n?” Wanda gently asked, tapping the table in front of the girl whose head was only being supported by her hand. “Sweetheart?”

The young girl hummed and looked up, tired eyes meeting her mothers across the table. She saw the look of pity that she despised so much and rolled her eyes, scraping her chair away from the table in order to leave the room.

“Y/n, wait!” But the teenager didn’t want another lecture on the way she was acting. She just wanted to be alone, didn’t anyone understand that? She didn’t even acknowledge the way her sister and mama fell silent as she stormed through the kitchen. Wanda followed only seconds later and they all watched Y/n’s hunched figure climb the stairs, a door slam following quickly.

“So it went well then?” Isla asked, holding her dripping and soapy hands over the sink as she looked between her moms. “She seemed happy.”

“Shush Isla,” Natasha muttered, handing her another plate to clean. Wanda was chewing on her lip anxiously and even thought Natasha wasn’t the one with mind reading abilities, and still knew what her wife was thinking. “Go talk to her, she isn’t allowed to storm off during a conversation.”

“But, don’t you-“

“Wands,” Nat said, gently holding her wife’s shoulders. “She needs comfort, even if she doesn’t want to admit it. And you’re the best at that, and you know it too.” The witch wasn’t convinced, but a quick kiss gave her a boost of confidence and she ascended the stairs to Y/n’s room, knocking softly.

“It’s me baby, can I come in?” There was the sound of faint rustling and a muttered curse sounded before the door opened slightly.

“I’m fine, I really don’t need-“

Wanda placed her hand on the door. “I know, I just thought you might want some company.” Hesitation was evident across Y/n’s face. “Stop shutting us out, please baby.”

Y/n sighed but opened the door, allowing Wanda to slip inside and close the door behind her. The room was dark, only the small bedside lamp acting as a light source. Y/n crawled onto her bed and leaned against her pillows, blanket pulled high around her body.

“Talk to me sweetheart, what’s going on?”

“Nothing, mom, it’s fine.” Wanda gave her a look. “It’s just- I’m fed up of feeling like shit everyday, but I can’t help it. Every time I start feeling remotely good about myself, I just see that picture and it makes me feel ten times worse. I know I wasn’t with him for very long, but he made me feel on top of the world, and now I feel like garbage.”

“You’re not garbage honey.”

“I know that, but god, why did she have to look like a supermodel?”

“I don’t know, but that’s not a reflection of you, it’s one of him. He made a bad move-“

“I spoke to him today,” Y/n suddenly blurted out. No one else knew what she’d done today, but she couldn’t stop herself.

“Oh?” Wanda couldn’t hide her surprise. She knew it would come eventually, but not this soon. “Was Isla there?”

Y/n shook her head. “No one saw.” She couldn’t stop herself from laughing, which was odd in Wanda’s eyes, though she didn’t dare question it. “I just had to ask why.”

“And what did he say?”

“The most pathetic thing he could think of. He said she came to him and there was nothing he could do, which is bullshit really. So I told him that if he was going to lie, don’t do it straight to my face because my mother is a spy and I see straight through that crap!” Y/n had thrown herself up from the bed and was pacing around, her hands dancing animatedly in front of her as she spoke. “And then- do you know what he said?”

“I think I can guess,” Wanda said with a grimace. “It wasn’t a lie?”

“Bingo!” Y/n yelled, clapping her hands together. “It wasn’t a fucking lie! Now, I wasn’t blessed with your magic but it’s pretty easy to tell how much he was forced into it by where his hands were. Were they by his sides? No! On her goddamn face!”

Wanda had never seen her daughter so riled up before. Sure, Y/n had her outbursts at times, but she’d never been like this. Pacing around the room, her body language was so animated Wanda was sure something was going to get knocked over. Y/n was muttering a spew of nonsense that didn’t even make sense.

She hadn’t spared Wanda much of a glance until her ranting slowly came to a stop and turned around to face her mom, bottom lip quivering as tears welled up in her eyes. This sudden change in demeanour had Wanda rushing over and scooping her into a hug, cradling her head into her chest gently.

“Oh baby it’s ok. It’s ok,” she shushed, rocking their bodies as Y/!n hiccuped into her chest. “Want me to get Mama?”

“I just want you.”

Wanda had to hold back the tears herself. She tightened her grip and pressed kisses to her daughter’s soft red hair. “I’ve got you babygirl, I’ve got you.”

“I’m so sorry.”

“You don’t need to be, everything will be ok.”

“No,” Y/n said, pulling away with a whimper. “I’ve let you and Mama down. I’ve been a shit daughter and sister and I’m really sorry.”

“No, baby, listen to me.” Wanda guided them to sit on the edge of the bed, her hands holding Y/n shaking ones tightly. “He was your first love, first loves are messy. They rarely turn out the way we want them to. But you’ve kept your heart through everything which means you love harder and deeper than most people. And that’s one of the most beautiful things about you.” She reached up to tuck a stray piece of hair behind Y/n’s ear. “Keep it for someone special, because one day that person is going to show up and be deserving of everything you have to give them.”

“How will I know?” Y/n asked, her voice hoarse. She really thought she understood love, but now she just felt like a kindergartener. Lost and always looking to others for guidance.

“It’s not something you know, it’s something you feel,” Wanda replied with a soft smile, tapping her daughter’s chest where her heart sat. “You’ll know when the right person comes along.”

“How did you know?” Her mothers’ love story was something of a fairy tale, and no matter old they got, herself and Isla never became sick of hearing it.

“I knew from the second she smiled at me. She always acted so tough around everyone but she let a smile slip and I knew right there that I was going to marry her.”

Y/n was silent for a few moments, mouth screwed up in thought.

“What’s on your mind?”

The young girl shrugged. “What if I never find that? What if there isn’t anyone out there for me?”

Wanda shuffled over and placed her arm around her daughter’s shoulders. “You’re 17 honey, so young. You have your whole life to find your special person. I didn’t meet your mama until I was in my late 20s. It will happen, I promise.”

“Not if I never date again.” Wanda chuckled at her dramatics, making Y/n smile too. “I’m serious!”

“I know, I know.” They both looked at each other before bursting into laughter. Even Natasha heard from downstairs and she smiled. That was her favourite sound. “It will get easier, you know. Suddenly seeing him won’t feel like the end of the world anymore.”

“I know. I just need distractions.”

Wanda’s eyes went wide as an idea popped into her head. “Why don’t you invite Maria around, and you guys can have a movie night downstairs on the couch? I’ll get Mama to fetch snacks and drinks if you want.”

“But it’s a school night.”

Wanda pulled Y/n in for a hug. “And how my daughter feels is a lot more important to me than some lousy school day. Give her a call and let me know what she says. If she can’t make it, then I guess you have to settle for me and Mama.”

“That doesn’t sound like a bad thing.”

Wanda had to stop herself from melting on the spot. She kissed her daughter’s cheek with a laugh. “Thank you for not being a typical teenager. I don’t know what I would do without my cuddles.” Standing up, she collected a pile of cups and plates that had collected in Y/n’s bedroom over the week. She gently closed the door behind her and was met by Isla and Natasha in the kitchen, sharing a bowl of ice cream.

“I heard laughter, so I’m guessing all went well?”

“For now, at least. I told her she could invite Maria over for a movie night tonight as a distraction.”

“Can I invite Valkyrie?” The moms looked at each other. “Please?”

“I suppose. But she can’t stay over, ok?”

Isla reluctantly with an eye roll before Y/n came into the room, the smile on her face a stark contrast from before. “She said yes!”

“Perfect. I’ll get snacks then,” Natasha announced, grabbing her car keys from the basket. “Isla you coming?”

“Absolutely not,” her eldest exclaimed. “It’s freezing!”

“I’ll come.”

Natasha grinned at Y/n and poked her tongue out at Isla who didn’t even notice as she looked at her phone. “That’s my girl, cmon.”

An hour later, everyone was snuggled on the large couch with a multitude of blankets spread out across the large couch. A rom com played on the large flat screen tv and Isla and Valkyrie were having a competition to see who could catch the most m&ms in their mouth at once.

Y/n and Maria cheered them on from their end of the couch, Y/n’s legs thrown carelessly over her best friend’s lap. The brunette didn’t even notice how her hands rested on her ankles or even how close they were to each other.

They all settled down to watch properly but Y/n had a hard time keeping her eyes open. Her head kept nodding back against the couch arm rest but she refused to sleep. She’d dragged Maria all the way out here, it would be unfair if she fell asleep.

But she couldn’t keep sleep away forever. Isla and Valkyrie had disappeared upstairs, leaving Maria and Y/n curled up together. The young redhead was fast asleep, her head resting on her best friend’s chest. Maria had her arms wrapped protectively around her and her chin gently rested on the side of Y/n’s head. Her eyes were fixated on the movie but every now and then they blinked heavily, the dark room not helping her fight the tiredness.

Wanda and Natasha silently observed from the doorway, noticing a lack of their eldest daughter, and their youngest’s current position. Natasha gave her wife a knowing look before looking back at Y/n. Maria had succumbed to sleep just as the credits started rolling, the upbeat music doing nothing to break their slumber.

Wanda reached for the remote whilst Nat tucked another blanket around both bodies to keep them comfortable. Maria stirred and Nat held her breath, but the brunette only adjusted her grip on Y/n and held her tighter before falling back asleep again.

“What about school tomorrow?” Natasha whispered as she rejoined Wanda in the doorway, fingers hovering over the light switch.

“Y/n is happy. Missing a day of school isn’t the end of the world. We’ll let them rest.”

They closed the door and headed towards the stairs, deciding not to check on Isla. She knew the sleepover rules and they both trusted her enough.

“I really do love you,” Wanda sighed at the bottom of the stairs, looping her arms around Natasha’s waist. “I’m so glad I decided to marry you.”

“I don’t know where this is coming from, but I love you, my wonderful wife.” Natasha Romanoff, ever so cheesy.

“I love you and our girls more than anything,” the Sokovian mumbled against Natasha’s lips before they kissed. It was short and sweet and reminded Wanda so much of their first kiss all those years ago.

[redroomreflections]

Just A Check In

Natasha Romanoff xfem!reader

The Loud House universe - available on a03

Summary: R and Nat talk about divorce and what their lives look like now

note: Idk what this is fr I just wanted to write it

This is about 3 years in the future from the actual timeline.

The kitchen is quiet, a gentle hum of the refrigerator and the occasional clink of dishes in the sink are the only sounds breaking the peace. You and Natasha are in one of those rare moments of solitude, settled into your domestic routine.

You sit on the kitchen counter, your legs dangling over the edge, a pile of mail spread out before you. You sift through it with a relaxed focus, your eyes skimming the envelopes and papers, while Natasha, leaning against the counter with a mug of tea in hand, vents her frustrations.

“Charlie was just—” Natasha begins, her voice a mix of exasperation and disbelief. “She gave me such attitude this week. I thought that was something we’d have to deal with when she’s a teenager, not now.”

You nod and hum your agreement, sorting the pile of letters into bills, junk, and others. The first pile is already quite large and will be a pain in the ass to sort through. You mentally remind yourself to look over the online bill payment settings again, as you have for the past month or so, to see if there are any new updates or if anything is still glitch.

As Natasha continues to recount Charlie’s most recent bout of rebellion, you can't help but grin, knowing exactly how your wife feels.

"She is a preteen. 11 years old is a pretty big deal," You offer her. You look up, catching Natasha’s gaze with a knowing smile. “You mean you don't like the whole ‘don’t tell me what to do’ thing?”

"I definitely don't," Natasha groaned. "It's almost like everything I say goes in one ear and out the other. And the whole smart mouth thing..."

"Well, when she was younger you told me not to scold her on it," You shrugged. "Remember when there was a time I was the one that was too strict."

"Yeah, yeah, but this is different. She's starting to get mouthy with me, and it's not cute anymore."

"I know, babe."

Natasha huffed and leaned forward, placing her mug down next to you. "I want to ground her for life."

You barked out a laugh, reaching a hand forward to squeeze Natasha's shoulder. "Babe, no."

"She's lucky she's cute," Natasha muttered, turning back to grab her tea. "Even though it's wearing off."

You smiled and shook your head, turning back to the mail.

"Speaking of teenagers, what happened with Cara? She's been out a bit late these days." Natasha asked.

"She's eighteen," You remind her. "She has her own curfew. We don't have to worry about her as much. Taking a year off to figure out what she wants to do with school hasn't been easy on her."

"Yeah, you're right," Natasha sighed.

She was quiet for a moment, and you heard the gentle scrape of the wooden spoon against the ceramic mug as she stirred her tea.

"So... I guess what I'm saying is I don't like having to parent my daughter," Natasha finally spoke up. "And I'm tired of Charlie and her attitude. It's getting exhausting."

"Oh, really?" You replied, looking up. You caught her gaze and grinned, tilting your head to the side. "What about your wife? You can't handle her either?"

Natasha chuckled. "Oh, I can definitely handle my wife."

"Yeah, well, that's good, " You looked into her eyes. "Charlie will get better. Give her time and talk to her more. Let her know you're there."

"Why doesn't she hate you?"

"I'm the cool mom," You shrugged. "It's practically a crime. Plus, Cara took me through the ringer so I guess it's high time you receive that."

Natasha pouted. "Not fair."

"It is," You chuckled. "But seriously, it'll all get better. Kids go through changes. We can't expect her to stay the same sweet little girl forever. But the good news is, when we get to the worst of it, we can always give her to my mom."

Natasha let out a chuckle and nodded. "Alright, I'll hold you to that."

You smiled and turned back to the mail. After a moment, Natasha began to stir her tea once more. You check your phone, deciding to check your messages when you find one from Denise. One of your mutual friends from college is divorcing her husband.

"Oooh, Denise says Jude and Nadine are getting divorced," You say, looking up.

Natasha raises a brow. "Oh? Why?"

"Apparently he was sleeping with her friend," You replied, reading the message. "Oh, wait, I forgot to tell you."

"About?"

"The friend's pregnant."

"Really?"

"Yeah, I'll show you the messages," You said, putting the phone down. "That's insane to me. They've been married just as long as you and I have."

Natasha scoffed. "People can have a long marriage and still cheat."

"True," You agreed. "But they were really happy. I thought they were going to last forever."

"Well, not everybody gets lucky," Natasha said.

"That scares me a little," You admit. "I know we're solid but..."

"But?"

"Well, a lot of my friends are starting to split, and... it's weird," You said. "I mean, you remember our first few years. We didn't have the best luck either. Now, we're deeper into it. It's so much easier to get into a routine. We are just as busy if not busier than when we moved into the house. The kids take up most of our time. We don't even have sex like we used to. We're almost on a schedule these days and..."

"And?"

"We can't be that couple," You sighed.

Natasha smiled and leaned in, her lips ghosting over yours. "We are not like that."

You raised a brow. "Are you sure? Because the last time we were really spontaneous was... actually I can't think of a time."

"It's not a big deal, right? As long as we make time for us." Natasha paused. "You're really afraid? Did that message prompt this or was this something you've been thinking of a long time?"

You bit your lip, shrugging. "I'm not sure. I guess it's been building up."

Natasha leaned forward, her fingers brushing the strands of hair out of your face. She pressed her lips against yours, her hand falling to your neck. You closed your eyes, your hands finding her waist.

Natasha's kisses grew in intensity, her tongue sliding into your mouth. Your breath caught in your throat, and you found yourself moaning against her lips.

"Fuck, Nat," You groaned.

Natasha chuckled, pulling back. She placed a few chaste kisses against your lips, then pulled back completely, a satisfied grin on her face.

"Better?" She asked.

"Hmm," You nodded, smiling. "Yes, but I don't know if that eases my worries."

"We are fine," Natasha promised. "I'm glad you're telling me this right now. If it's something you're worried about we can work on it. My parents don't plan on moving out anytime soon. Trust me I've asked. Maybe we can utilize them a bit more." She rested her hand on your bare thigh. "We're just as solid as when we first started. Even more so. We are not the same people we were fifteen years ago. I promise, baby. We are not like them."

You smile, the warmth of her words and touch seeping into your body. "I'm sorry for bringing it up."

"No, you're not. It's okay," Natasha chuckled. "I'm not angry or upset. I want us to have these talks and check in with each other. As for the sex, when we do have sex, I'm just as satisfied now than back then."

"I can't believe you just used that term," You laughed. "Back then."

"It's true," Natasha argued. "Do you feel the same?"

You nod, a grin forming on your face. "I think my libido has grown as I've gotten older. As if that's even possible."

"What I'm hearing is I'm not taking care of you," Natasha moved to stand between your legs. She placed her hand on your knee, rubbing gentle circles against the skin.

"That's not what I meant," You insisted.

"Sure it's not," Natasha grinned. "Maybe I need to remind you just how good I can make you feel."

"Yeah?" You smirked, your arms wrapping around her neck. "Prove it."

"With pleasure."

Natasha pressed her lips against yours once more, her hands sliding up and down your thighs. She squeezed and massaged the skin, her lips molding with yours.

Your hands slid down her back, resting at the hem of her shirt. You pulled her closer, your tongues meeting in a passionate embrace.

Natasha pulled back, a low groan rumbling from her chest. "Fuck."

"What?"

"Luke."

"What?"

Natasha stepped back, holding a finger to her lips so you could be quiet. Sure enough, you heard the heavy footsteps of your four-and-a-half-year-old along with the scraping of dog nails. Luke walked into the kitchen sleepily, his hands holding gently to Midnight's fur, as he looked between the two of you.

"Can I have a drink?" He asked.

"Of course, sweetie," You answered.

"Do you want some juice?" Natasha asked.

Luke nodded, his eyes drifting shut. "Apple please."

"Okay, sit down, and I'll get you a glass," Natasha said, moving to grab the juice out of the fridge.

Luke stumbled to the table, and Midnight followed, plopping down beside him.

"We will finish this I promise," Natasha leaned over to quickly peck your lips.

You grinned, nodding. "I'll hold you to it."

[liliesmultiverse]

⋆ˊˎ-•̩̩͙- *̩̩̥͙ mcu reality intro!!

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ reality info!!

: ̗̀➛ it's currently april 1st, 2015

: ̗̀➛ pietro doesn't die

: ̗̀➛ me, wanda & pietro are all mutants and their powers were just brought out by the mind stone, not given to them

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ about me!!

name: liliana amore murdock

alias: the phoenix

nickname(s): lily, lil, lils, anne, annie, nix

age: 20

date of birth: september 10, 1994

birthplace: new york city, new york

ethnicity: french-italian

height: 5'4"

powers: literally just all of jean grey's powers & wanda maximoff's powers but a burnt fiery orange.. don’t judge, i'm not that much of a creative person, okay?

sexuality: bisexual

pronouns: she/her

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ my backstory!!

: ̗̀➛ i was born on september 10, 1994 in new york city, new york to jonathan "jack" murdock & geneviève sienna murdock née tremblay. i am the younger half-sister of matt murdock. my dad was killed a two months after i was born. my magic first manifested when i was 5 years old when i floated a toy over to me; when my mom found out, she became scared and bound my powers. at 8 years old i was in the car with my mom as we were driving home; i’d asked her to change the station, to which she responded by saying that i can listen to whatever song i wanted to when i was old enough to drive. at that moment, my telekinetic powers flared up, moving the radio dial and changing the station. when my mom asked me what i was doing, i denied it. as my telepathy started to manifest, my mind was overwhelmed with voices, causing me to yell "Quiet!" out loud. this unintentionally made my mom fall asleep at the wheel of the car, steering it into the direction of an oncoming vehicle that resulted in a car crash. my telekinesis saved me from being injured by the crash, but my mom was not fortunate enough to survive and matt was given legal custody of me. a few weeks after the incident, nick fury came and offered to have me trained to control my powers. matt reluctantly agreed and i then joined shield as the youngest member though i didn’t start actively going on missions till i was 13. in 2012, nick chose me to become one of the avengers and i agreed. during the battle, i was the one to carry the missile into the wormhole and it was then that the phoenix force came and was absorbed into my body, shattering the bind my mom had put on my magic in the process.

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ my older half-brother!!

name: matthew michael murdock

alias: daredevil

nickname(s): matt, matty

age: 30

date of birth: october 21, 1984

birthplace: new york city, new york

height: 6'2"

powers: enhanced senses, echolocation, lie detection, thermoreception, electroreception, meditation empowerment

pronouns: he/him

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ my father figure!!

name: anthony edward stark

alias: iron man

nickname(s): tony

age: 44

date of birth: may 29, 1970

birthplace: new york city, new york

ethnicity: italian

height: 6'1"

sexuality: pansexual

pronouns: he/him

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ my future husband!!

name: pietro django maximoff

alias: quicksilver

nickname(s): piet

age: 26

date of birth: february 10, 1989

birthplace: sokovia

ethnicity: sokovian

height: 6'4"

powers: superhuman speed, accelerated perception, accelerated metabolism, longevity, superhuman momentum, superhuman agility, superhuman stamina, superhuman reflexes, molecular acceleration, improved thermal homeostasis, enhanced durability

sexuality: pansexual

pronouns: he/him

our trope: enemies to friends to lovers

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ my best friend!!

name: natalia alianovna romanoff

alias: black widow

nickname(s): natasha, nat

age: 30

date of birth: december 3, 1984

birthplace: volgograd, soviet union

ethnicity: russian

height: 5'5"

sexuality: bisexual

pronouns: she/her

[callalillywrites]

Each Day with You at My Side

It's officially here. The first square on my Bucky Barnes Birthday Bingo card (hosted by @avengers-assemble-bingo) is complete.

Pairing: Boyfriend!Bucky Barnes x Girlfriend!Reader (domestic MCU AU)

Other characters: Husband!Steve Rogers x Wife!Reader, Sam Wilson, Natasha Romanoff, and Tony Stark

Summary: Bucky wants you to meet his friends after the two of you have been dating several months. A brief mental crisis leads to not only love confessions but talk of the future between you.

Word Count: ~2900

Warnings: some insecurities (Reader and Bucky); mention of previous kidnapping (Steve's wife); flirty Sam Wilson; teasing between them all; lots of fluff with a smidge of hurt/comfort/angst

A/N: I had a lot of fun playing with these two while also getting the chance to include an already established dynamic of Husband!Steve and his Wife!Reader. I'm hoping to write more for these two couples together in the future.

Bucky Barnes Masterlist / Main Masterlist

I do not give permission to have my works copied, translated, reposted, or fed into an AI machine.

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You couldn't help the nervous flutters that had long taken wing in your middle.

This was your first time meeting any of Bucky's close friends. The same friends that worked to keep the world safe every other day.

Never in your wildest dreams did you think you'd ever meet any of the Avengers. Let alone date one.

Then again, you didn't see an Avenger when you looked at Bucky Barnes.

You saw a man who'd seen and experienced some of the most unspeakable horrors. You saw a man who wanted to find some peace for himself and for those he'd directly affected through his years under HYDRA's control. You saw a man who was so incredibly kind to his neighbors and did everything he could to prove he wasn't that guy anymore.

In the few months you've known him, you couldn't help how soft you've grown for him.

A part of you hoped that he felt the same about you.

Sure, you had your flaws.

You had a giant reckless streak, but then, he quickly learned that the day you two met. It had to be your greatest flaw. You just hoped he knew how much you tried to keep that side of yourself in check. Sure, it didn't always work out, but then, you couldn't help how often you ran into bullies. Your absolute aversion to them is the only reason why you keep finding yourself in trouble time and again.

Like Bucky, you also tried your best to help out your neighbors when they needed help. It wasn't an uncommon sight to see you buying groceries and delivering them to the young, single mom who lived right below you or helping your oldest neighbor with the state paperwork for his benefits, including the housing allotment he got each month.

Animals, however, had to be both your greatest strength and weakness. So many of your free hours were spent at the nearby shelter where you worked with all the new arrivals. The sweet older dogs and cats who'd been surrendered because either their owners died or could no longer take care of them for one reason or another. The little pups and kittens who came into this world and then abandoned by owners who never took the extra precaution of spaying or neutering their pet, then couldn't be bothered to care for these little innocents.

Just that morning, you'd taken in a gorgeous white kitten with the brightest blue eyes. The sweet girl had taken to you despite her earlier spitting and hissing at the worker who'd collected from an overturned dumpster. It'd taken everything in you not to foster or adopt her right then, but she had to go through the normal quarantine protocols.

That didn't stop you from snapping a few photos to show Bucky when you got the chance.

If anyone shared your love for animals, it was Bucky himself.

You just knew without a doubt that he'd adore the little white kitten. Part of you hoped you got to his place before his friends so you could show him the photos you'd taken. Another part of you wanted to keep her a secret for a little bit longer. Maybe you'd show him the photos after this casual meet-and-greet so you'd be sure to have his full attention.

Such were your thoughts that the nervous fluttering in your middle had settled.

Well, at least until you approached Bucky's front door.

Taking a single breath, you raised your hand and knocked.

The door opened within moments.

"Hey, pretty lady," the man you recognized seconds later as Sam Wilson said. When the Falcon himself stretched his hand in the space between you, you almost thought this was a dream despite him taking your hand and gently tugging you inside. "Terminator has not shut up about you, and now I see why. You are gorgeous."

Heat suffused your cheeks.

"Don't flirt with my girl, bird brain."

Sam flashed you one of the cheekiest grins you'd seen in a while. "Flirt with my sister, Tin Man, and I get to flirt with your beautiful lady."

"Sam, you promised," a pretty woman said as she stepped out of Bucky's tiny kitchen with a serving platter.

She set the platter on the overloaded table that you helped Bucky pick out a few weeks ago. It'd been part of your mission to help him transform his apartment into a home for him. And maybe one day yourself but you refused to get ahead of yourself. Once she had it set just so, she hurriedly turned towards you and nudged Sam aside when he continued to keep you in the doorway with an amused grin.

"Ow, woman, you have sharper elbows than our resident Widow," he groused, rubbing at his arm. Despite his griping, you could tell that he wasn't too aggrieved as his grin merely softened when she shot him an eye roll.

"Come in, come in," she said to you while also waving Sam back towards the kitchen. "It's nice to finally meet you. Bucky really has had nothing but good things to say about you. Sam wasn't wrong. You are gorgeous."

"And you are married, Mrs. Rogers," Sam called out even as you caught Bucky letting out a small groan.

Unable to help yourself, you bit back a laugh when Mrs. Rogers shook her head. "I'm complimenting her, not flirting, Samuel. If you want to see me flirt, then just wait until Steve gets back with the ice."

Several groans came from the others.

Meeting Mrs. Rogers's eye, you managed to hold it together for a mere second. Then, you both let loose with soft chuckles.

When she finally regained herself, she dropped her voice. "You better check on your guy. He's been a bit of a nervous wreck since we got here. In the years I've known him, he's never been like this. You must be really special, and I hope you don't take that for granted."

The not-so-gentle warning couldn't have been made clearer.

Don't hurt Bucky, or there'll be hell to pay.

Not willing to confess your feelings to someone other than Bucky first, you settled for saying, "I've met good guys before, but none of them compare to Bucky. All I want is to make him feel as special as he makes me feel."

"You and I are going to get along well. I can tell," she said softly. "Now, go on. I'm going to make sure Sam isn't messing up our progress before the others get here."

"Oh, come on," Sam called out, affronted, while you made your way towards the hallway.

You tuned out their playful bickering as most of your attention zeroed in on Bucky's retreating back. His movements had a frenetic energy that you hadn't seen in him since your first date all those months ago. Nibbling on your bottom lip, you picked up your pace and caught up with him just as he entered his bedroom.

With a soft shove of your foot, the door swung closed behind you.

"You doing okay?"

Bucky nodded though he didn't lift his gaze to meet yours.

Instead, he kept it firmly on whatever sat within the top drawer of his dresser. A few items lay scattered across the top, including a photo he'd framed of you two on your third date. The Cyclone roller coaster took up most of the background as you two showed off the sweet treats you'd gotten after riding it for the fourth time. It'd been a fun date, and you could only hope you two got to go again soon.

Having dealt with these moods before, you eased yourself towards his bed and sank onto the edge of it. In time, he would open up about whatever was bothering him. He just needed time to process it, find the way to word it so he didn't cause anyone any upset. You had no issues with waiting until he was ready. His friends had clearly made themselves at home in the rest of his place, and they could figure out what else was needed for the evening without the two of you.

"They're a lot," he finally mumbled.

You tilted your head. "Your friends?"

He nodded.

Studying his tense posture, you nibbled on your bottom lip.

Bucky had talked about his friends a lot over the months you've been dating. While you could find some basic information about them with a quick internet search, you preferred listening to Bucky's stories about them. Those garnered more than any press junket or puff piece might've about any one of them.

From the way he spoke about them, you knew each Avenger possessed a powerful personality. That even extended to those attached to the Avengers through marriage or whatnot. They probably had to in order to withstand the paparazzi or the regular press that comes with being an Avenger or being attached to one.

You also knew that Bucky cared about all of them in his own way. There wasn't one person among his friends that he wouldn't do everything in his power to help.

When you might've answered him, raised voices seeped under the doorway of his bedroom. If you strained your ears a bit more, you thought you could make out a few new voices joining Sam and Mrs. Rogers. Who they belonged to, you couldn't say, but it seemed like the small party was growing a bit more.

"You can always sneak out through the fire escape if it's too much." He motioned toward the window behind him. "I wouldn't blame you if you did."

You searched his face, which he kept in profile on you. His stubborn gaze still hadn't left that top drawer, making you wonder what he kept in there. Finding him too hard to read, you pushed to your feet and closed the distance between you. Your hands remained gentle as you cupped his cheeks, turning his face until he finally looked at you.

"Tell me what just happened."

He remained silent though you could make out the cogs working furiously in his mind.

"Are you worried about how your friends and I'll get along?" You bit your lip. "Look, I know I didn't say much when I first walked in, but I like your friends. At least, the two I've met so far. I think they may even like me. If they don't yet, I'm sure I can win them over. I mean, I can try. After all, you did the same for me with my friends last week. They all loved you, you know? I swear if they weren't so loyal, they'd be trying to steal you from me."

That earned you a smidgen of a grin, but it disappeared as quickly as it appeared.

When his gaze dropped to the floor between you, a thought occurred that sent a wave of pain through you.

"Buck, are you having second thoughts about us? Is that why you're giving me an out?" Each word tasted like ash in your mouth, and you had to work to keep the bile threatening to claw and scratch its way up your throat.

Bucky shook his head so violently that your hands had no choice to fall to his shoulders.

You withdrew them to let them dangle between you, but he stopped you, taking your hands in his. His voice grew thick as he finally said, "It's not you. Never you, love. I just…"

"Just what?"

He blew out a breath. "I see you with Steve's girl, and I realize that this is becoming all too real. Being with me comes with so many risks, and I just don't know if I want to put you through those risks. Hell, Steve barely survived when his girl got kidnapped because of who she was married to. I can't…I don't want you to ever regret being with me."

"Isn't that my choice though?" You gently tugged your hands free. When Bucky tried to protest, you shushed him, placing your hands on his cheeks and tugging him closer. You didn't stop until you had his forehead touching yours. "James Barnes, hear me, okay? I'm a grown woman, and I make my own choices. I knew the moment I realized who you were what I was signing up for. If I had any doubts, I wouldn't have had you meet my friends. I certainly wouldn't be making plans to have you meet my family next month."

That last bit got his attention.

You smiled even as you shook your head at him in exasperation.

"You really want me to meet your family?" Bucky asked, his voice so hopeful that your heart squeezed painfully in your chest. His hands, once listless without yours, now settled on your hips, gripping just enough to keep you from trying to get away. Not that you had any intention of doing so.

"I really do, Buck."

Several loud whistles and claps accompanied your statement.

Bucky's grip tightened on your hips, drawing you closer even as you both turned to find all his friends standing in the now open doorway.

At the front stood none other than one Tony Stark who slow-clapped his approval.

"Now, tell the lady you love her, or come out here and play host to your guests, Cyborg."

"Tony, did you know that Pepper has been asking me to upgrade my office for a while now? I think your precious lab would be the perfect space, don't you?" Mrs. Rogers asked, shooting you a wink even as she worked her way out of the room.

Tony trailed after her, begging her not to be so cruel. He even went so far as to list all the reasons why taking his lab away from him would be the worst thing for all of them.

Sam and a woman you recognized as Natasha Romanoff followed after them. It was Black Widow who stopped in the doorway to say, "Don't worry. We'll get you trained up properly. No one messes with one of our own."

When they disappeared, you found none other than Steve Rogers, Bucky's best friend and the Captain America, remaining.

He met your gaze with his warm one. "Nat's right. We protect our own. Buck did such a great job with my wife, and I'll do the same with you."

"Does that mean I get to use a shield like yours or will I be using a trash can lid?"

Steve gaped at you for a moment before straightening and glaring at Bucky who'd let loose a snort behind you. "Really, Buck? You had to tell her, too? Did you tell her I also used to put paper in my shoes?"

Bucky shook against you, doing his best to keep his laughter in check.

"No," you said, a Cheshire cat grin sliding across your lips, "but you just did."

Steve groaned. His hands came up to rub across his face. When he met your gaze, you found his features held only humor as he said, "Well, now that I've embarrassed myself, I'm going to go find my wife. You two join us whenever you're ready, okay? She and I can handle this rowdy bunch."

"Thank you, Steve," you called out. The door had barely shut behind Steve before you turned toward Bucky again. You nibbled on your bottom lip as you studied him. "We don't know the future, but I do know that I want to face each day with you at my side. If that's not what you want, tell me now. I don't want to fall in love with you more. It'll only hurt more later."

A squeak escaped you.

Bucky had lifted you several inches, forcing you to wrap yourself around him. Not that he seemed to mind, and neither did you. It brought you so close that your lips almost touched with little effort because he'd put you at eye level to him.

"I think I started falling the day we met, darling, and I've been falling ever since." A faint blush stole over his cheeks even as he kept his eyes trained on you. "I may have emptied a drawer or two for you in my dresser this morning. There's even some space in my tiny closet if you want it. If you need more, I’m sure we can find it. The only reason this place has much of anything is because of you.”

"Bucky Barnes, are you asking me to move in?"

The blush deepened but so did his focus on you as he nodded. "That's exactly what I'm doing."

"Well then, I accept."

Your lips, which had been brushing one another, met then. Gentle but not quite so chaste as it probably should've been with so many willing eavesdroppers in his apartment. But, you couldn't bring yourself to care. If they wanted to see a show, then let them.

This moment hadn't been what you pictured being the first time you two declared your love, but you wouldn't change it for anything.

It was only when you broke apart for some much needed air that you recalled your own little surprise for Bucky. In a raspy voice, you asked, "How would you feel about adding one more to our new living arrangement? Because there's this really cute kitten…"

[arlana-likes-to-write]

That Part by Lauren Spencer Smith

Summary: You and Kate have been dating a little less then a year but you couldn't help but think about a future with her.

Warning: pure fluff, Kate has anxiety, engagement, small mention of death

Note: thank you @sycamorelibrary754 for helping me with the ring lol

These moments were your favorite, quiet, peaceful moments with Kate. Inside your shared apartment, you weren’t an ex-HYDRA soldier turned adoptive daughter of Natasha Romanoff and Maria Hill, and she wasn’t training to take over your uncle’s mantel. You both were normal humans enjoying a slow Sunday morning. Kate’s head was in your lap, head turned to face the TV to watch the morning cartoons. You were reading, one hand holding the book while your free hand through your black hair. The book was a simple romantic comedy. You enjoyed these stories because they allowed your brain to have a break from the darkness that you fought every day. The characters were cheesy, and the plot was easy to predict, but it made you feel all warm and fuzzy. At the end of the story, the characters have a happy ending.

Happy ending. You glanced at your girlfriend, whom you’ve only been dating for a year. Maybe it sounded weird, but you wanted the picket fences, an arch around the entrance, and two IKEA twin beds for the kids. Your relationship started rocky, and both were unable to admit their feelings for one another. Your moms could have been more helpful, too. They made it clear that you were off-limits to all the new trainees. It was humiliating, but it didn’t deter the archer. You caught her staring at you; a blush would overtake her cheeks. When she asked you out, you kept it from your parents until your aunt caught Kate kissing you good night. It was better to tell them yourself than to come from Yelena. They took it well, surprising, but gave Kate the shovel talk. “Where did you run off to?” The sound of Kate’s voice pulled you out of your thoughts. Her voice was a few octaves deeper in the morning. You hummed, letting her know you heard her but were confused by her question. She chuckled, moving onto her back to look up at you. “You stopped playing my hair like 5 minutes ago. So where did you go?” She asked again, taking your hand in hers and kissing each finger. You smiled.

“Just thinking about you. Us,” she dropped your hand so it rested on her heart. It was beating fast, her anxiety skyrocketing. “All good things, I promise.”

“Tell me,” she said, sitting up and turning down the volume of the TV. You pressed the bookmark to the spine to avoid losing your place. “Tell me what you were thinking about.”

“It’s going to sound crazy out loud,” you admitted. “Promise me you won’t laugh.” She took both of your hands in hers.

“I would never laugh at anything you say.” Sighing, you bite your lip and focus on your connected hands. It was a stark contrast. Her hands were rough, callouses on her fingers from years of training to be the best. On the flip side, you were smooth. HYDRA used your brains, not your strength. You created the battle plan for every operation. You may not have pulled the trigger, but so much blood was on your hands. You sighed again.

“I was thinking about you, us, our future. I never expected to have a life like this, you know?” She squeezed your hands for you to continue. “When you hold me, I see the end of our movie where you kiss me surrounded by friends and family. I know it sounds lame, and maybe you don’t feel the same. I can’t wait for that part.”

“Would you take my last name, or would I become a Romanoff-Hill?” Your eyes shot up to look into her blue ones. Her eyes were calm but bold, warm but cold with little specks of green. They were windows to her soul. You chuckled.

“Kate Romanoff-Hill is a bit of a mouthful,” her hands moved up your arms and to your waist. It was easy for her to move you onto her lap.

“It is, but I like the sound of it,” your hands went to the back of her neck. “Are you saying you would say yes if I ask you to marry me?”

“Ask me anyway; I don’t care,” you leaned closer. “The only thing I care about is if you’ll meet me there.” It was the consent she needed to capture your lips with hers. Kissing Kate was your favorite. It made your stomach drop and your heart race against your rib cage. It made you feel at home.

*

There weren’t many things that scared Kate. She fought against HYDRA agents, enemies that threatened to disrupt the balance of peace and aliens from another planet. She wasn’t scared. All of her years of training have led her to these moments. However, she was out of her element here. She sat in front of Natasha and Maria in a conference room. She asked if she could speak with them privately after training. Dating you caused the archer to get closer to the Black Widow and Deputy Director; she saw them in a new light. More human, not the soldiers they were known for. During movie nights, Natasha liked to be held by Maria. Dinner would take a little longer sometimes because the couple would start dancing; you inherited that from them. Kate knew it was a privilege to see them like that. “What’s going on, kid?” Natasha asked. They were intimating, and she knew they would do anything for your best interest.

“Right, sorry, I know you have other things to do, and I’m taking up your time, so I appreciate that -”

“Kate,” Maria cut off her nervous rambling. “Breath.” She did just that, a few steady, deep breaths in and out.

“I want to ask Y/n to marry me,” Natasha let out a surprised noise from the back of her throat. “I had this whole speech planned to ask for your blessing, but my anxiety is getting the better of me,” she managed to get the couple to smile. “I am probably not the person you thought would be dating your daughter. I am impulsive, rash, and sometimes reckless, but I am so in love with her that I can’t see my future without her by my side. So I am asking for your blessing.” The room grew silent. Kate was positive Natasha could hear her heart beating against her ribs.

“Kate,” Natasha said. “You are spontaneous but also devoted, loyal, true to your heart. So you are the perfect person for our daughter.”

“Holy shit, I can’t believe you gave it to me,” Kate admitted. Natasha’s eyebrows went to her hairline. “I was given it like a 50 - 50 chance.” Maria chuckled.

“You make her happy. It would be foolish of us to take that away from her.”

*

“I’m so excited!” You said, probably for the 100th time, but Kate couldn’t care less. Your smile was infectious, and it was dampening the nerves in her stomach. They were going to St. Petersburg to visit Melina and Alexei; it would be the archer’s first time meeting your grandparents on Natasha’s side. She was nervous, especially since your parents and Yelena were coming along. The cherry on top is that Kate would ask you to marry her. She was a ball of nerves; if you noticed, you weren’t paying attention. “Melina had a new litter of piglets. I can’t wait to hold one!”

“Keep an eye on her, Kate Bishop.” Yelena teased. “She’ll try to bring one home again.” You rolled your eyes, sticking your tongue at your aunt.

“She almost got away with it, too,” Natasha called from the cockpit. “Until her bag started oinking.”

“It happened one time!” You defended. Everyone laughed as Kate put her arm around your shoulders and kissed your head.

“I’ll get you a pig one day, baby,” you wiggled in your seat and leaned against her. Yelena chuckled.

“You are whipped, Kate Bishop.” The archer flipped her friend off, and you giggled at their interaction.”

*

“Omg!” You shirked. “They are so cute, babushka (grandma).” You were leaning against the wooden pen as Melina was inside handling them. The piglets were skittish about new people and hid behind Melina and their mother.

“Are you going to try to steal one?” She asked. You huffed.

“No, I already got told no on the flight over. But,” you lopped your arm with Kate’s. “Someone did promise me they’d get me a pig.”

“I said one day, sweetheart, not today,” you pouted. “Besides, I don’t think we have enough space in our apartment.” Introducing Kate to your grandparents went without a hitch. Alexei made her swear they would spar before she left to test her strength and dedication. You were holding after a few bottles of vodka; the man would forget that. You saw Melina’s lips cruel up in a smile.

HYDRA and the Red Room’s paths rarely crossed, but you heard her name whispered among the higher-ups. After your adaptation, you learned Melina wrote your training program. It was hard for her to overcome that guilt. “Would you like to hold one?” She asked, standing up with a little piglet in her arms.

“Do you even have to ask?” You held your arms out so your grandmother could place the tiny creature in your arms. Immediately, you brought it closer to your chest. It amazed you how animals and humans were born so small and vulnerable. They relied heavily on those around them until they were more robust and capable of caring for themselves. At one moment, you were this small. Instead of caring for you, your birth giver gave you away. A slight squeal pulled you out of your thoughts. The piglet was getting comfortable. You looked up at Kate, staring at you with a soft smile. “Sorry, I got lost in my head for a second,” you handed the little one back to Melina. “You’re starring,” you said to Kate. “Do I have pig shit on my face or something?”

“No,” she said quickly. “I just think you are the most beautiful girl in the world.”

*

Kate thought it was impossible to fall in love with you more, but seeing you in St. Petersburg was a different you Kate got to fall in love with. There was a softness in how you acted around Alexei and Melina that you’ve never shown her. Kate was curious to know if she knew you were doing it. It was how you hung onto every word during Alexei’s ridiculous stories or your face lit up when Melina surprised you with a gift. It was adorable to watch, and Kate knew your parents loved to see it too, even though Natasha complained they were spoiling you. Kate was so in love with you, and she couldn’t wait to ask you to marry her.

You were curled up near the fireplace, reading one of the many books Melina had. Kate was 90% sure it wasn’t in English. “Hi, pretty girl,” Kate said, placing a new log on the fire. It wasn’t cold in Russia, but Kate learned you liked to have one every night. You smiled and lifted your head, asking for a kiss. Kate was never one to deny you that. She kept it quick as your family was in the kitchen. “I have a surprise,” Kate whispered. “Can I steal you for a moment?” You quickly shoved the bookmark in its place and took her hand. Kate led you upstairs, ignoring the thumbs-up Yelena sent her way.

On the first night, you showed Kate your favorite spot. It was through the window on the second floor to the flattest part of the roof and the perfect views of the property. You told her that Natasha and Maria had a heart attack when they found you asleep in the same spot. Kate opened the window and helped you to climb on the now-decorated roof. She heard you gasp as she joined you. A blanket with pillows and fairy lights lite up the dark space. There was a cooler filled with your favorite desserts. “You did all of this for me,” you said. Kate nodded. “Why?”

“Because I wanted to,” Kate chuckled. “Sit. Melina helped me make your favorites.” The older Black Widow was overjoyed when Kate approached her for help. Your favorite was the pitchy Moloko, a thick but light cake with a rich chocolate ganache glaze. She made medovik, a famous honey cake, and varenye, a traditional dessert with various fruits and berries cooked with sugar. Melina helped Kate make her favorite, syrniki, a fried cottage cheese pancake topped with apple sauce. You made it for her when she first started dating, learning quickly Kate preferred to savor desserts over sweets.

With your belly filled with sweets, you learned heavily from Kate and looked up at the stars. She had to admit she was jealous of the life Alexei and Melina built for themselves out here, away from all the fighting and bloodshed. Clint walked away from it, too. She could as well. “Thank you for this,” you broke the silence. “And for meeting the rest of my family.”

“No place I’d rather be, sweetheart,” she honestly said. As long as you were by her side, she would be home. “Actually,” Kate pulled away from you, smiling at your whine of protest. “I have one more surprise.” Carefully, she pulled you to your feet and took both of your hands. “Y/n Romanoff-Hill, ever since I saw you in training, I knew you were going to be trouble,” you giggled, a small smile on your face. “Even with your parent’s clear order to stay away from you, I couldn’t. I knew I needed to be in your life. I didn’t expect to fall head over heels in love with you.”

“It’s my charm,” you teased. “I get it from my moms.” Kate huffed out a laugh. Tears were forming in the corner of your eyes.

“You are the light at the end of the tunnel—my saving grace. I keep fighting to return home after the mission,” Kate said. She got down on one knee and took the ring out of her pocket. “Will you marry me and make me the happiest person in the multiverse?” She asked. You gasped, and your free hand covered your mouth as Kate opened the small jewelry box. Wanda helped her pick out the ring with your mom’s and aunt’s approval. The ring was more contemporary, with a square-cut diamond in the center and the bands intertwined with diamonds on the side. Tears were freely falling down your face. All Kate needed was your answer.

“Kate Bishop,” you whispered. “Of course, I’ll marry you.” The archer let out a sigh of relief as you pulled her to her feet. With shaky hands, she put the ring on your finger. It fit perfectly. You were quick to kiss her. Your lips tasted sweet from the chocolate and salty from your tears. You ended the kiss, keeping your forehead against hers. Kate could feel your breath on her lips. “I’m going to be your wife.” Wife. Wife. She was going to marry you. Holy shit. Kate laughed, lifting you and spinning you around. Your laughter was music to her ears.

“Come on,” she said. “I know some people are excited to hear the news.”

*

Your right hand was tightly in Kate’s. You were getting married. You had a wedding to plan and a dress to buy. Holy shit. “So,” Natasha smiled. She was the first to see you descending the stairs. It got the other’s attention. Instead of answering, you showed her your left hand.

“Finally!” Yelena cheered. “We can get drunk!” You laughed at your aunt’s antics and made your way around your family to show them your ring. It was beautiful, exactly what you dreamed about.

“Congratulations, squirt,” you turned around, surprised by the sudden voice.

“Uncle Clint!” You said, running over to the man and throwing yourself in his arms. “What are you doing here?” The man rolled his eyes.

“Do you really think we would miss your engagement?” This time, it was Wanda appearing through the door. “The others are coming.” You looked back at Kate, who had a sweet smile.

“You did this,” she shrugged.

“I had some help to make it happen.” Clint walked over to Kate and hugged her, kissing her on the side of her head. When you first met Kate, you told one person of your feelings for the archer. That was Wanda; you told her you would disobey your parents and date her. Now look where you were, surrounded by your family, celebrating your engagement. Kate wrapped her arms around your waist, resting her head on your shoulder. She swayed to the music that was playing.

“Where did you run off to?” She asked, kissing your neck.

“Just thinking about us,” you responded similarly when she asked you that Sunday morning. “Can’t wait for the next part.”

[doudouneverte]

Back to Home | Chapter four: Phantom from the past and the future

a/n: I think we can say "here we go again"

Pairing this chap: Natasha Romanoff x teen!reader; Wanda Maximoff x teen!reader; Avengers x teen!reader

Summary: you're separate from your moms and she's separate from her sons, and even if the avengers are against it the meeting is inevitable

Warning: @g-athenaathens @darkstar225

Tag list:

Chapter Three | Serie Masterlist | Chapter Five

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'"Why are you doing this? I'm sixteen now; I can't be stuck in my room like a prisoner all my life." You yelled to your moms.

"Hey! Don't raise your tone with me, little one." Natasha said.

"Girls, calm down, please." Wanda tried to appease the tension. "Nat, you know she's exactly like you, so don't give her any reason to scream more than necessary. And Y/n, baby girl, we already talked about this."

"But why? It's not like I can't defend myself. I didn't train with you two to just stay all my life in school." You argued.

"We don't train you to be a hero, but to protect yourself. We don't want you to be hurt." The sokovian said, and you rolled your eyes with a loud groan.

"Not this card again. It's always the same thing with you."

"Where did you get this attitude?" Nat raised her voice. It started to really become something bad.

"Nat please…"

"No, no. I'll not let her talk like that. Hear me out if we say no avengers mission for you; that means NO AVENGERS MISSION FOR YOU." You looked at her, then at Wanda, but when the witch nodded, you snapped.

You turned around and walked straight to your bedroom, slammed the door, and used your power to lock it.

In the living room, Wanda had to block the redhead to rush to your room.

"How can she be so stubborn?" The Russian asked no one.

"I think from who she got that." The Maximoff twin remarked. "But don't worry, she'll be back when she's hungry, and we will try to talk about it more carefully this time."

The redhead sighed before crashing down on the couch. "I hope you're right. I don't want her to be hurt, but it will be worse if she hates us forever." She said with a defeated expression.

"Don't worry, it's just a phase; it will pass… I think." Her wife said after sitting next to her.

"Sometime I feel like I'm not the mother she deserves." The ex-spy confessed.

"Hey, don't say that. You're exactly the mom she deserves. We couldn't be a family without you."'

Some footsteps stop in front of your cell, making you raise your head. And when you thought nothing could be worse, you totally forgot about that.

You just stared at the woman in front of you without saying anything. Thankfully or not, she didn't seem to want to be the one to engage in any conversation. The atmosphere started to be tense until you both heard new footsteps. You knew them like the back of your hand, and it was the same for the other woman.

"Hello Wanda." Natasha greeted her, earning a shocking expression from the Sokovian.

"But how?" The witch asked quietly.

"It's a long story, but we'll talk about it later. First, I need you to follow me." The Russian said. You recognized that's tone. It was the 'Russian irritated spy tone' that meant that whatever was happening, you knew that they had a lot to say.

~~~~

In the meeting room, the atmosphere was tense. Wanda was there in front of the people she could almost call family a few years ago, but now... Now, a lot of things have changed. She lost the last thing that made her smile when she lost Vision, and when she tried to find some comfort alone when everyone left her, everybody seemed to be against that.

Steve took a deep breath, earning almost the attention of everyone. But he was not the one who talked first. "So, are we just staying there and looking at each other?" Sam asked.

"We are waiting for someone." Steve announced, earning a curious look from Wanda, but the Sokovian didn't have time to ask anything before she heard footsteps entering the room. Furry came and sat in front of the witch while everyone still stood, a little unsure of how to act in front of their ex-coworker.

"I hope you didn't lose yourself coming here, Maximoff. You didn't write us any letters, so I thought that maybe you forgot about us." The one-eyed man said.

"I'm not the one who gave up on you." The now ginger woman replied.

"I like the new look, by the way." He said completly ignoring her acusation. "I don't know if any of them told you why you are here." When the woman shook her head to say no, he nodded and showed her the footage of your intrusion. "As you can see, we recently received the visit of a strange girl who said she was..." He snapped his fingers a few times, trying to find the missing word.

"She said her name was Scarlet." Natasha finished.

"That's right, thank you, Romanoff. Yes, she said her name was Scarlet, but it's not the strangest thing. Look at this." He said showing her when you used your powers to knock down the mightiest heroes. "See, I don't really believe in hazards. Don't get me wrong. I'm not saying that she had anything to do with you. At least until you prove me the opposite."

"And what am I supposed to do?" Wanda asked, even if she knew.

"I need you to investigate her mind to know what she wants. She said that she wanted to go back 'home, but I think she may hide something from us. Like, why does she fight perfectly like one of my best agents, or why does she actually have some power similar to  yours?"He explained. "I'll let you two weeks to resolve this mystery." He said while he made his way out of the room.

"And why should I do this?" Wanda asked, making the man stop and look at her.

"We both know that the young Maximoff is somewhere here, and I'm sure that she didn't give up the idea to help people. Roger will show you your new room." He said, finally, before leaving for good. The silence quiclky filled the room, making the Sokovian a little nervous.

~~~~

You were lying on your bed trying to process what happened when you heard someone stop in front of the door. You didn't have time to look at them before the door opened, and they entered.

"I never thought that someone would resume Dreykov's work." They said while you sat up to look at them. "I don't know if you know me, so let me introduce myself. I'm…"

"Nick Furry. I already know you." You replied, making the man in front of you chuckle.

"And who are you? Except Scarlet Widow."

"What do you mean?"

"I led the biggest group of spies in this country; do you really think that I will content myself with a false alias?"

"You led it so well that you didn't know that some Hydra agents were in your rank." You mocked.

"Oh, a funny one, I see." He paused for a moment to analyze you. "I don't know who tried to copy Romanoff, but I need to assume that they conditioned you well." He said, making you look confused.

"What do you mean?"

"You're not here to kill her because you would already try it when you came here." He continued ignoring your interogation.

"You didn't rep-"

"Maybe they sent you to kill Wanda and take her place as one of the Avengers."

"Can you stop-"

"Except your eyes, you look like a perfect mix between them. It's really impressive. And do you know what is more impressive? You don't seem to care about being trapped here. I don't know what Barton did to your little weapon, but it sent a signal somewhere far away, almost too far to be caught." He stated.

"But you did." You finshed now totally serious.

"It's obvious that you're not from here, so what are you? A khree? A Skrull?"

"I'm a human!"

He stood up and looked around before making his way to the door. "We all have our secret Ms.Scarlet but they will never last forever." He informed you before leaving.

[themculibrary]

Female Character-Centric Masterlist 2

part one

5 Times MJ Made a Friend (+1 Time She Wanted More) (ao3) - juurensha mj/peter G, 3k

Summary: It’s hard moving to a new school, but maybe hanging out with a bunch of nerds is exactly what MJ needs. Also, she tells Spiderman to call her MJ because really, who does Peter think he’s kidding?

A glimpse from future (ao3) - Kanelore N/R, 20k

Summary: Peggy Carter has seen a lot of unusual things in Stark mansion, specially when walking into Howard’s lab after hearing a sound of explosion, but she never expected this “Howard, why am I seeing a kid in your lab?”

You know all those fics where Howard comes to the future? Well basically in this, kid Tony goes back in time where Howard is much better.

A Head Full of Doubt/A Road Full of Promise (ao3) - sergeant_angel G, 210k

Summary: There are a lot of stories that don’t quite fit into Riptide (or, Kate’s story isn’t the only one that’s going to be told)

A Morbid Taste for Ice (ao3) - sitehound darcy/loki M, 198k

Summary: Darcy Lewis likes to think of herself as terribly adaptable, with an “If life gives you lemons, zap life with a Taser and demand chocolate” sort of attitude. And life, lately, has had a perverse sense of humor, first trapping her in a state of perpetual Science Assistant in the armpit of New Mexico known as Puente Antiguo; and then forcing her to live in a trailer home with Jane Foster, Jane’s guy, Thor, and his brother, Loki, master of mischief and wide-scale urban renewal.

But Darcy’s not about to let her situation get her down. She’s managed to get pretty good at her job, and with liberal application of a credit card, made her rustic house a home. And wielding a Taser and armored by her snarky wit, she’s more than a match for the God of Mischief.

Stumbling face-first over the frozen body of a friend on the front porch, however, is more than even mostly unflappable Darcy can handle. The obvious suspect is her mentally unstable roommate. But despite all his other faults, Darcy is certain Loki isn’t the perpetrator. And not just because she’s starting for fall for him….

an exchange of voices in repetition (ao3) - sandyk pepper/tony M, 4k

Summary: Pepper hadn’t really thought about the difficulties of planning a wedding around all the rest of her life.

Beckoning from Beyond the Mirror (ao3) - ParanoidInPink G, 29k

Summary: It’s Halloween night. Cassie Lang is getting ready for the evening when she’s met with an apparition and tragedy strikes. She is the first of many to fall into a fatal, comatose-like state that doctors can’t explain. Scott is desperate and turns to the only man he knows who could possibly cure the supernatural scourge. Little did he know of the adversary he’d soon have to face.

Bygone (ao3) - inkbert darcy/steve N/R, 88k

Summary: While Jane and Thor search the universe in order to find Darcy after a lab accident, Darcy wakes up still on Earth, just decades in the past. Darcy continues to travel through time, skipping ahead years at a time, and staying for as little as a few months or for as long as a year. She has a rock-solid friendship with Rebecca Barnes, and Howard Stark on Fridays at six to see her through.

Cassie & Peter Being Buds (ao3) - whumphoarder G, 8k

Summary: The adventures of Peter babysitting 10-year-old Cassie Lang.

come over (we don’t need no reason why) (ao3) - anyorangeslices scott/hope E, 39k

Summary: ‘Hope van Dyne really hates dating apps, but she doesn’t let that stop her from using them.’

Hope matches with Scott on Tinder. They try - and fail - to keep things casual.

darkness will be rewritten (ao3) - princessironspider natasha/tony N/R, 104k

Summary: Peter is Tony’s biological child.

Natasha Romanoff has been married to Tony Stark secretly for years.

What would the movies be like if this were the case?

Finding Family (ao3) - aparticularbandit wanda/vision M, 374k

Summary: When America begins universe-hopping again to try and find her moms, she realizes that’s too much scope for her. She looks for smaller scope, and instead she finds Wanda.

five times Laura Barton opened her door (and one time a door was opened for her) (ao3) - twistedingenue clint/laura G, 7k

Summary: She’s been making her life here, where things are quiet and uncomplicated, and uprooting herself would — well, there are things she’d rather not do and risks she’d rather not take anymore.

Forged in Sparks (ao3) - SailorChibi T, 8k

Summary: Being kidnapped by Hydra wouldn’t be anyone’s idea of fun, and that included Shuri. She had no idea what Hydra wanted with her - or with the scruffy, skinny man in the cell right next to her.

Gamora, You’re a Fine Girl (ao3) - Meraki_fics gamora/peter G, 4k

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Hold Back The River (ao3) - GoddessOfDestruction hank/janet G, 7k

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i just want to make a change (ao3) - subwaycars kate/america G, 24k

Summary: After everything, America is the constant Kate expected least.

Laura (fanfiction.net) - Danzinora Switch clint/laura T, 8k

Summary: Snapshots and scenes through the years of Laura’s life; mainly focusing on her relationship with Clint.

oh no! (ao3) - grimeysociety darcy/steve, pepper/tony E, 89k

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One Tuesday Morning in Wakanda (ao3) - hantumomo G, 4k

Summary: To help Bucky, Shuri sets herself a dangerous task.

Angst, a not-so-secret admirer, a gender non-conforming AI, and minor goaty shenanigans add to the fun.

She’s With Us (fanfiction.net) - Annabelle536 T, 45k

Summary: In hindsight Wanda should’ve known she wasn’t joining a team…she was joining a family. And each member made her feel like she was part of it, in their own little way. Complete. Now with an epilogue!

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Violets in Bloom (ao3) - StoriesbyReese peggy/angie T, 61k

Summary: The story of Peggy Carter and Angie Martinelli following S2 of Agent Carter.

It begins when Peggy returns from L.A. with a new understanding of her feelings for her best friend and flatmate, but will she be able to act on this new understanding? Angie has always known how she feels, but she doesn’t think Peggy feels the same.

What will life have in store for them if and when they go get their act together?

An exploration of what could have been for Peggy and Angie and their life together. This story follows the pair through their lives.

[griffin-girl-r]

Now it's her, but then was you (Part 1)

Created: 05.03.2023

Finished: 06.03.2023

Edited: 25.09.2023

Age: 15

Word count: 2,187

Warnings: None

Request: Yes (Wattpad user)

Summary: A ghoat from Natasha's past, enters in her life again.

—

"Attention, class!" Natasha shouted as she made all her students shut down "Today we'll have a new student that will join our training. Her name is Y/N and I want you to keep on showing no mercy regardless of how good or bad she is at fighting."

All eyes fell on you as you were proudly keeping your chin up.

Your teacher, Natasha Romanoff, has been assigned by Fury to train a selected group of kids. All under 18.

She's been tasked to create the next best generation of S.H.I.E.L.D. agents.

A week ago, you showed up out of nowhere and, after a private conversation with Fury, you were allowed to join the training team.

"Y/N, please step closer to the center." Natasha said and you immediately complied without any protest "I want you to have a simulated fight with one of your classmates so I could see if you have any skills or not."

She then proceeded to pick up one of her best students and allowed the fight to begin.

Much to Natasha's surprise, it wasn't long till you had pinned the other student to the ground and left Natasha speechless.

"Okay, everyone choose a partner." Natasha cleared her throat after she recovered from the initial shock of seeing how quickly you took down your opponent "I want you to begin slowly warming up for hand-to-hand combat."

The other students rolled their eyes and groaned, but you made no sound as you stood tall and waited for someone to pick you up.

All of the older kids were avoiding you as no one dared to engage with you in training and you pretended that this wasn't hurting you as you kept every emotion hidden behind your mask of ignorance.

"Hi!" A small, shy voice greeted you and you had to look down to see who talked to you "I'm Anastasia." The young girl in front of you introduced herself "But everyone calls me Anna."

"Well hi, Anna." You knelt to be at the same level as the girl "Nice to meet you. I'm Y/N."

"I know, silly." The girl that you could swear was the child version of you giggled "Mama has said your name already."

"Huh?" You mumbled confused "Mama?"

Anna nodded her head and pointed to none other than Natasha.

The undeniable resemblance between mother and daughter was now more obvious than ever and you mentally face-palmed yourself for not noticing that sooner.

"Miss Romanoff is your mom?" You asked to make sure that what you're thinking is true

"Yep!" The girl nodded

"She can't have a daughter. I wasn't informed about that." You quietly mumbled under your breath but then turned back to look at Anna "How old are you?"

"I'm six." Anna proudly smiled

"Anastasia!" Natasha coldly shouted "In my class, we train, not sit around and talk. If you chose your partner then start fighting."

Anna quickly stood tall and adopted a fighting position.

Natasha kept her gaze on you intently as she was taking a better look at you while making sure you were not hurting her daughter.

'How could she treat her own daughter so coldly?' You thought 'No surprise she did what she did to me!'

Natasha couldn't help but notice how much you and Anna were looking alike.

How much you and Natasha were looking alike.

Same fierce red hair, the same big emerald green eyes, the same nose, and the same lips.

When you look at Anna, you see yourself in your past.

When you looked at Natasha, you saw yourself in your future.

"Everyone, stop." Natasha shouted "Today's class is over. I'll see you all tomorrow at the same hour. Y/N, stay behind, please. I need to talk with you."

Everyone cleared the room as you listened to Natasha's orders and stayed behind.

"Mama!" Anna shouted as soon as the room was empty and she ran to Natasha with open arms

"Come here, my sweet girl!" Natasha smiled widely as she picked Anna up and kissed the young girl's cheek "You've been amazing today!"

"Did you like it, Mama?" Anna excitedly asked

"I love it, my little agent." Natasha matched Anna's enthusiasm "And I love you!"

"I didn't think you're capable of loving someone, Agent Romanoff." You interrupted the moment between mother and daughter

"That's none of your business, young agent." Natasha's smile quickly faded away as she looked from Anna to you

"May I know the reason why I'm still standing here?" You harshly asked

"Yes." Natasha coldly replied "I wanted to know where you learned to fight like that. Your fighting style looks oddly familiar to me."

"I was raised on the streets and the streets teach you a lot of things." You answered, not wanting to give away any hint about your true origins

"That seems like a valid answer to me." Natasha scanned you from head to toe "I know very well because I lived on the streets as well."

"Am I clear to leave now that you have got your answer, Miss Romanoff?" You spit out the words

"All clear, young agent." Natasha nodded "See you tomorrow at the same hour."

You started to walk to the door but were stopped by someone calling your name.

"Y/N! Wait!" Anna jumped out of Natasha's arms and ran to you "Do you want to see my Lego collection?" She asked hopefully

"Anna, we don't want to bother Y/N with such things." Natasha told her daughter then looked at you "I'm sorry. I don't know what got into her. She never gets attached to people so quickly. Especially not invite them to see her toys."

"No, it's okay. I would love to see her Lego collection if I have your permission, Agent Romanoff." You clarified

"Then be my guest." Natasha nodded and Anna squeeled happily

"You'll love it, Y/N. You will see." Anna sang as she dragged you out of the room by your hand, leaving Natasha behind with a lot of questions she would need to find an answer to

—

"Mama?" Anna looked up from the Lego set she was building with you on one of your playdates on a Sunday afternoon

"What is it, my little love?" Natasha smiled as she kissed Anna's little forehead

"I decided that Y/N will be my sister from now on." Anna smiled proudly

"That's very sweet, baby." Natasha lightly patted Anna's back "But have you asked Y/N if that's what she wants too?"

"Y/N?" Anna turned towards you "Do you want to be my big sister?"

"I would love to." You smiled and tickled Anna's side

Anna laughed and then looked back up at Natasha who was holding her in her lap.

"I love you so much." Natasha whispered to Anna "You're the center of my universe." She kissed her daughter's forehead again

"Love is for children, Agent Romanoff." You looked disgusted at Natasha but quickly smiled when Anna looked at you curiously

"Do you not love me, Y/N?" Anna asked as she teared up in an instant

"Of course I love you!" You smiled and you snatched Anna out of Natasha's arms and started tickling her stomach "I am your big sister after all."

You and Anna continued laughing together but Natasha silently trapped herself in her mind as the sentence you just told her reminded her of a place she knew all too well.

—

Three months have come and gone since you started your training with Natasha's group of students, but given the fact that you were already so good at fighting, Natasha started to privately have one-on-one training sessions with you.

"How the hell do you always manage to do that?" You spat out at Natasha one day after she pinned you to the ground for the tenth time in the last hour

"Experience beats the training." Natasha chuckled, satisfied with her skills

Unexpectedly, Anna, Natasha's only daughter, and her little miracle, the only person that ever managed to melt Natasha's ice-cold heart, started growing so attached to you that besides starting to call you her big sister, she wanted to be non-stop in your presence.

Natasha couldn't understand what was so special about you that drew Anna so close to you.

But if she was being honest, Natasha was, as well, feeling some sort of connection with you, despite the miserable way you were treating the woman, always denying her help or rejecting any effort she made to get to know you better and be nice to you.

If her little angel trusted you so much, Natasha wanted to become a friend to you as well.

You were constantly protecting her, not allowing anyone to get too close to her when she was with you and you were ready to unalive whoever, that just as much as dared, to look at Anna in the wrong way.

You were regularly stopping by the Avengers compound as you were having daily playdates with Anna.

You got to meet the other Avengers as well during these few months and they all grew to love you, just like Anna did.

"You look just like Lady Natasha when I first met her." Thor once commented and you punched him in the face for daring to say something so foolish

After that, no one ever said anything about the resemblance between you, Natasha, and Anastasia.

—

"Show me her file." Natasha asked Fury at the beginning of the fourth month since you started your training

Natasha was desperately trying to find as much information about you as she could, as she felt there was something more about you getting so close to Anna and her that you have shown.

"I'm sorry, Agent Romanoff." Fury shrugged from his chair "But you don't have the clearance to have access to Y/N's file."

"Nick, my clearance is high enough to stroll into the Oval Office and search through the president's desk drawers." Natasha reminded him "I think you could show me the info file of one of my students."

"I've already told you, Natasha." Fury said "I think you should stop digging into that girl's past and just go on with your life. It doesn't matter where she's from as long as I trusted her to be here."

"This won't end like this!" Natasha angrily stormed out of Fury's office

Many hours later, after Natasha tucked her beloved daughter in bed and made sure that Anna was asleep, she sneaked inside Fury's office and stole the file that contained all the information she needed to know about you.

She was the world's number one spy.

Nothing was going to stop her from finding out what she needed to know.

"Let's see who you truly are, Y/N." Natasha mumbled as she opened your file

And as soon as she spotted the red flag, she couldn't believe her eyes.

"I let my daughter around a snake!" Natasha gasped shocked "You'll pay for lying to me, Y/N!"

—

You were waiting for Natasha to show up in her room as F.R.I.D.A.Y. told you to do, when you were suddenly slammed into the wall behind you.

"Why were you sent here?" Natasha growled through grinned teeth as she placed her forearm on your neck and kept you glued to the wall

"I don't know what you are talking about!" You breathed out as you struggled to get out of the woman's hold

"Don't play dumb with me." Natasha spit out with a chuckle "I know you come from the Red Room. Did Dreykov send you here? Why?! Did you come here for Anna or to kill me for escaping?"

"I was sent by no one." You forced out as you managed to push Natasha off of you "I escaped as well, 6 months ago, found out where you were living, and after that, I came here to take my revenge for what you did to me, but when I discovered that Anna is your daughter, I decided to keep a close eye on you for the moment. That's why I joined S.H.I.E.L.D. in the first place."

"And what stopped you from killing me if you wanted revenge?" Natasha angrily said "I don't even know you. I don't remember ever meeting you before until you came to my class."

"I couldn't set a bad example for my baby sister." You dusted your clothes and looked directly into Natasha's eyes "What would my little sister think of me if I would have killed our mother just like that."

Natasha shook her head "Anna it's not biologically your sister, so stay away from my daughter or I won't be responsible for what will happen next."

"Oh, dear mother." You chuckled mockingly "You have forgotten so quickly that you abandoned me 15 years ago when I was created from your DNA?"

"I had no daughter created from my DNA." Natasha stared wide-eyed at you confused

You took a step closer to Natasha and, leaning closer to her face, you breathed out without any trace of fear.

"Liar!"

[psychicspikes]

Lost To Time (part 2) by PsychicSpikes

Lost To Time Part 1, Lost To Time AO3

Summary: We watch on as reader awakes to two mysterious girls with good intentions and challenged hearts. A favor is asked, and reader decides to fulfill it to the fullest. With limited power and a rope that cannot be ripped, we watch as Reader makes connections and feels some of the strongest human emotions.

With a challenge on the horizon, will the Reader step up and take things into their own non-solid hands?

Notes: Almost all Italic sentences are Readers internal thoughts or speaking. There are some Italic sentences that are purely to emphasize the feelings or meaning of such sentences. Occasionally, there's an Italic word in a sentence, and that is just to emphasize the word.

But most of the time, (I feel it is obvious when it is or isn't), the Italic sentences are Readers thoughts/ internal dialogue. And also when reader speaks. I just hate bold words and think it helps keep things interesting and a lot easier to tell the difference.

Relationship (future): Natasha Romanoff/ Reader

Word count 3.1K

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Chapter 2: This'll be the day that I die.

The light burns, needless to say. It feels worse than a hangover ever has or ever will. You stand up, body aching and your head pounding. Your eyes adjust slowly to the light as your muscles groan in pain. “Holy fuck.” 

You look at your hands, still not made of flesh or fur, but instead a slightly opaque void. You can vaguely see the ground underneath your palm. You sigh, furrowing your brows and looking up from your hand, choosing to let it drop to your side for the time being. You blink, trying to let the frustrated feelings pass. Someone had awoken you.  

Looking forward, you see no one. With confusion, you opt to look down a bit more. 

Two little girls stand in front of you, noticeably different ages and appearances. One was taller with blue shaggy hair and reddish brown roots. She sports jean shorts and a complimentary white shirt with little yellow sleeves. Vaguely, you wonder how she got her hair that color, as well as her vastly different clothes. It was not what you were used to, but you had to remember that you have no idea how long your sleep was. Times have changed. Drastically. 

Next to the taller girl, is a shorter girl. More of a child, really. She has frizzy blonde hair, a red and white striped shirt, and little red shorts. She looks more at ease than the taller one. 

Looking around a bit more, you notice a small candy on the floor. It lies between you and the two girls. Is that your offering?

“Do you think it’ll like the candy?” The little girl says. 

‘It’.. Do they mean you? 

The taller one nods. “It should.” She looks at the younger one, holding her hand semi tightly. She looks back at you. Which should be impossible, considering you did not have a physical form, and the human eye cannot see your spiritual form. 

But the way it feels as if the blue haired girl is looking straight at you.. It makes you shiver. 

You seemingly hold eye contact for moments, before the blonde girl speaks again. “What do we do now?” She says.

“Mom told us that if we get on our knees and pray, maybe they’ll grant our wishes,” she replies. Annoyingly, you still have yet to learn their names. They seem to be sisters though. 

“I’m gonna wish for a pony!” The little one says with excitement filling her tone. 

Regardless, they proceed to do as the older girl says; getting on their knees, clasping hands, and closing their eyes. As you prepare yourself to listen to their wishes, what you don’t expect is complete silence from both. Admittedly, the blonde girl seems too young and doesn’t fully understand what to do, but the blue haired girl seems to know. So why don’t you hear anything?

The little girl opens one eye and stands up when she sees her older sister getting to her feet. “Let’s eat Yelena,” the red and blue haired sister says. Now you have the younger one's name, but you still need hers. 

They walk to a small and old stone table, dusting it off quickly. You then begin to notice, there’s no plants or anything on it. Or on the majority of anything else for that matter. Greenery remains around the shrine. Moss is still in between the cracks. Trees still push up the stone, and plants still thrive in the surrounding area. The only difference is that now it’s not as overgrown or spilling into your temporary abode. Had they cleaned it up?  

“Mommy says we can’t eat on a dusty table or we’ll get our food dirty,” Yelena exclaims, excited to share the info with her unnamed sister. 

They grab lunch boxes off of the benches, placing them on the table and opening them up. They smile and lightly chat as they punch straws through juice boxes and take bites out of sandwiches with soft bread. These are all concepts you are unfamiliar with, yet you knew you’d wake up to a wildly different world back when you came to your decision of sleeping, all that time ago. Shortly after they both are finished, a woman's voice calls out. Only one of the names you recognize. 

“Natasha! Yelena! Come back home now girls!” The woman's voice says, lightly tinted with an accent. Yelena stands up, running off quickly and presumably heading back home for the day. You did not know if she would return tomorrow. Children are fickle things, but now you look at the older girl who is left to clean up their mess. If Yelena responded, then that means that Natasha must be the blue haired girl's name. 

After Natasha is done putting everything back in the now closed lunchboxes, she walks back over to you. 

“I know you see me. I know you can hear me. Here’s my wish. I need you to protect Yelena for me.” 

Your eyes widen, staring in shock as she stares directly at you. A firm look takes on her face and she speaks to you with a dead serious tone of voice. Quickly, she turns around, grabs the lunchboxes, and dashes off after her sister.

This one’s got spirit. 

Admittedly, you could not guarantee total protection from any future injuries. Nor could you stop bad things from happening to either of them, but thinking back to the resolution on Natasha’s face made you much more interested. You could only offer your company, and surveillance of them with your lack of power. Only in minor ways could you truly intervene on things, but with a sigh, you quickly come to your conclusion. 

Protect them, you would. 

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Day by day, you completed your sworn duty to watch over them. Every time, you could feel an invisible rope tethering you to your temple, but thankfully, it was just long enough for you to venture out with Natasha and Yelena. Spending every day with them gave you lots of time to grow attached to the two girls and soon, you cared very deeply for them and their safety. 

Not to toot your own horn, but you witnessed more of their feelings and experiences than their own parents did. Understandably so. 

-Every fall- 

Gently hovering over Natasha’s shoulder, you stared at the beautiful sky as her and Yelena played on the street with some neighboring kids. Two games were being played at the time. Yelena wasn’t the best at basketball due to her height, so the older kids mainly played that while the younger kids stuck to soccer. Natasha played both, switching every now and then, especially when Yelena would get upset about losing to an older kid. Adorably, she would bring Natasha in to ‘even out the odds’. Sometimes Natasha would get annoyed, but every time she would still play soccer instead. 

Alexei and Melina were inside the house, most likely watching the television and drinking a beer or laying in bed enjoying the lack of kids in the house. Something was off about them, so you didn’t inherently care much about what they did in their free time. 

Instead, you cheer loudly as Natasha scores in basketball and Yelena makes a goal in soccer. You pump your arms with a smile, shouting and moving around. Adjusting and understanding modern things were a struggle, but you knew that those were good things and learned to cheer when they did. 

Not that they could hear you.

In the middle of your celebration, you get a sudden bad feeling, immediately stopping and looking around. You watch as Yelena trips on her own feet, falling on the asphalt and beginning to cry. 

“Yelena!” Natasha yells as she quickly drops the ball and runs over to her younger sister. You arrive at Yelena quicker than Natasha does, getting on your knees beside them and checking over her wound as Natasha hugs her crying sister. You sigh as you see that it’s only a scrape and probably some bruises on her knees. Leaning down, you kiss her wound, knowing that parents do that to help their younger kids sometimes. It was something you observed back when you walked amongst the humans as one of their own. 

Yelena calms down after a while, smiling as her friends check up on her. Natasha gently guides her up and soon enough they’re all back to playing, even after they were supposed to go back home. Not that anyone notices.

-You were there. 

-Every cut or gash-

Natasha winces in pain as Melina puts a bandaid on Natasha’s bleeding elbow. You watch as Melina gently caresses the girl’s hair, effectively calming her down. As Natasha dries her tears, you head outside to where Alexei and Yelena are. He shouts loudly as Yelena shakily rides down the sidewalk on a bicycle she borrowed from a friend down the street. You stand beside him, cheering along. “Oh, come on Lena!” You say.

For a few more moments, she continues on, not noticing she’s rapidly approaching a rock on the sidewalk. She notices at the last minute, swerving and losing her balance on the bike. Quickly you head over to her, holding her and kissing her forehead. Whether you liked it or not, you had grown awfully fond of them. It almost felt like you were a part of the family too. As you sit there holding Yelena, you only feel as an older sibling comforting and doting on their younger sister. She sobs into your chest unknowingly as Alexei takes his time heading over. He scoops her up in his big arms and takes her into the house to get healed up as well. 

Yelena looks back at you and the bike as she is taken away. She wipes her tears, whimpering a “Thank you.” 

Your eyes widen, and you open your mouth, ready to confusedly respond as Alexei quickly cuts you off. “Oh of course my little girl. Remember what your mother says. Pain only makes you stronger.” 

Had Yelena been talking to you? There was no way she could’ve possibly seen you there..

—

You were there for that too. Everything and anything, you watched it all. Some events you couldn’t prevent, and some you wouldn’t prevent because it’s important to get messy as a kid. Some situations you made sure weren’t as bad as they were going to be or could have been. Using small amounts of your extremely slowly growing power. You protected them, watched over them, and slowly healed them occasionally. 

It was a life that was never the same, while also having a nice and simple routine at the same time. It was easy to settle into. A real domestic life that you were loving every bit of. 

Finally caught up to present time, it was later in the day, dinner time bound to arrive soon. You were with Natasha and Yelena as per usual, sitting on the playground as they ran around together. They sport goofy laughs and cheerful smiles, giggling to each other as they make bets on who would fall over first. You knew Tasha would win, but you watched with interest either way. 

Natasha makes funny faces, making Yelena laugh so hard that she loses concentration and falls over first. Yelena stands back up quickly, running off and Natasha does her best to stand back up and catch up to her. She cheers and jokes about having won the battle, stopping as she rounds the corner to see Yelena fallen over. She worries for a second, but merely wanders off once Melina arrives at the scene. You aren’t sure if you should go with Natasha and watch over her, or stay with Yelena and help nurse her tears with Melina. 

You stay with Yelena, quickly getting bored as Melina gives Yelena a pep talk about pain only making her stronger. All of a sudden, fireflies come out and you watch in admiration as you once did all those times ago. Occasionally they’d land on you if you were a deer. 

What marvelous creatures of the world. 

Next, you watch as they set up for dinner, saying hi to Alexei when he finally comes home from work, and all preparing the food on their plates. Yelena talks about her day. Something is wrong with Alexei. 

You attempt to listen to Yelena, even though you already know about her day, but you can’t ignore the fact that something is very, very wrong. 

Alexei looks out the window and huffs, prompting Melina to ask him what was wrong. He turns to her, dead silent. Something is wrong. Melina looks down. There’s a pregnant pause in conversation. Alexei asks how everyone’s day was. Yelena is quick to answer but Alexei walks out and Melina chases after him. Natasha makes a face. She knows something is wrong. 

You hear Alexei and Melina talk behind the wall. Melina does not want to go. Go where? They only have an hour. Until what?

He comes back, sitting down. “Girls..” He starts. “You remember when I told you that one day we would have that big adventure?” Natasha looks at him with an open mouth and shock on her face. He merely responds with dead eyes while Yelena stays oblivious. “Today’s the day.” 

“Yay!” Yelena shouts and quickly everyone is standing and preparing for something. Melina looks at Natasha, apologizing before leaving the table as well. Something bad is happening. And Natasha knows what it is. 

Natasha is scared. So you are too. 

You aren’t sure what to do or where to go so you choose to stay with Natasha. You mess with your thumbs and bite your lip; a habit you gained from observing Natasha. 

You watch as Melina grabs stuff from the house and shoves it in a bag while Alexei and Yelena get in the car after grabbing a gun and bullets. Natasha grabs her shoes and runs in the house, trying to grab some sort of book. “No! Leave it, leave it, leave it! Go wait in the car!” Shouts Melina, causing Natasha to then run to the car. 

What the fuck is going on.

“You have it?” 

“Yeah” 

“It’s the only copy?”

“The only one not on fire.” Melina and Alexei pile into the car and drive away without a second glance. Frankly, you’re freaking out. You have a feeling they will be going very far away from their home, and you cannot follow. The rope will only let you go so far..

“Where are we going?” Yelena whispers. 

“Home.” Melina says. 

“Mommy you’re silly. We just left home!”

Your connection grows weaker and weaker the more they drive. Your rope gets tighter and you fight the feeling of being pulled back to your temple. Technically, you’re bound to it as it’s the main thing keeping you alive and stopping you from dying. It’s both helping and containing you. It keeps you alive, but in return, you cannot stray too far or you will be pulled back. The worse option being that you’re left to live off of your power, in which you’d die once you ran out. If only you could find a way to make yourself not have to depend on the temple to keep you alive. 

What you think is Yelena’s voice rings out, as your vision gets progressively more blurry the further you go. “I want my song,” she says. Sounds are beginning to get heavily distorted and you fight it with every fibre of your being. Ever so softly, a song begins to play as your vision fades out.  

"So bye bye Miss American Pie

Drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry"

You hear Yelena’s voice, beginning to sing along. 

"Them good old boys were drinking whisky and rye 

Singing “This’ll be the day that I die” 

This’ll be the day that I die."

…  

The world fades out, only leaving you a sliver of blurry tunnel vision and fuzzy sounds that echo in your head. You beg and plead in your thoughts to just stay.  

The car stops at a side road, parked in front of a giant metal thing. They get out of the car, you follow them. 

You step out of the car, feeling something snap, and all of a sudden you’re being pulled back through all of the streets, all of the houses, through the forest, back to your temple. The world comes more into vision but it remains a blur due to the speed you’re being flung back.

No no no no no no no NO! 

You tug and tug and tug at the rope as you go. “Just fucking snap!”

Now it’s visible and you grasp at it, trying to rip it from your waist, but it remains unbreakable. “I’m a God! Ropes have never bound me before, I can rip this! Please, I can do this!” You beg and beg, shouting, yelling, and pleading with all of your might. It feels like a horrible and cruel joke being played on you by some being higher up. You tug and pull and rip and claw, but it inevitably does not rip. 

You stop, finally back at the temple and you glare at the once neon red rope. It now fades slowly due to your arrival at the temple You look down at your hands, getting an idea that you don’t like. You think and think, but you already know your decision. You would be willing to do anything for Natasha and Yelena now. 

And do anything you would. You get on your knees, bowing your head, and closing your eyes. 

You clench your hands into fists in your lap, and begin to pray. You pray to anyone who will listen, but mainly, to one God in particular. To one of your closest friends. 

The God of Thunder. Thor Odinson. 

After a few moments, you can feel him listening to you. You can feel him looking down at you from Asgard. For a second, you have a conversation with him, and he feels much pity for you. He longs to join you, but you settle for a deal. With a smirk, you shake hands on your mental deal with Thor. 

And all of a sudden, all at once, you feel it again. A feeling much greater than when you woke up after centuries of sleep, to Natasha and Yelena in front of you. 

It feels like an explosion made out of lightning, except you feel stronger than you have in a long time. Revitalized.  

The rope has broken. And now is your time to move. You fly as quickly as possible to Yelena. To Natasha. At the speed of light. Faster and faster to them. To protect. To heal. 

You were dangerously attached to them. You knew that, and you knew you shouldn’t be, but it was too late to give a singular damn about that. For now, your only worry is getting back to your family.

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as he bustles around the kitchen, preparing their traditional Christmas Eve dinner. Morgan, their little miracle, is sleeping soundly in her crib, her tiny chest rising and falling with each peaceful breath. Harley is sitting on the floor, playing with his toys and occasionally looking up at his mother with a bright smile.

Peter can't believe how lucky he is. He never thought he would have a family of his own, let alone a loving husband and two amazing children. He gently rubs his growing belly, feeling the kicks of his daughter, and can't help but smile at the thought of their future together.

"Hey sweetheart, the turkey smells amazing," Tony says, wrapping his arms around Peter's waist and resting his head on his shoulder.

"Thank you, honey," Peter responds, leaning back into Tony's embrace. "I can't believe it's already Christmas Eve. It feels like just yesterday we were celebrating Harley's first Christmas."

"I know, time flies," Tony says, kissing Peter's neck. "I can't wait to see the look on his face when he opens his presents tomorrow morning."

"I know, he's been counting down the days," Peter chuckles.

As they finish setting the table, Harley jumps up and down with excitement. "Is it time to eat yet?" he asks, bouncing on the balls of his feet.

"Not quite, buddy. We have to wait for Grandpa and Grandma to get here," Tony explains.

Harley pouts for a moment, but his spirits are quickly lifted when the doorbell rings. He runs to answer it, eager to see his grandparents. Peter and Tony exchange a knowing look and follow their son into the living room.

"Merry Christmas Eve, Grandpa and Grandma!" Harley shouts, hugging his grandparents tightly.

"Merry Christmas, my boy," Steve Rogers says, ruffling Harley's hair. "You're getting so big."

"Hello, my little love," Natasha Romanoff says, giving Harley a kiss on the cheek. "We missed you."

"I missed you too, Grandma and Grandpa," Harley grins.

The rest of the evening is filled with laughter and love as they enjoy their dinner together. Peter can't help but feel overwhelmed with gratitude as he looks around the table at his family. He's grateful for every moment he gets to spend with them, and he knows that this Christmas will be one to remember.

As they finish their meal, Tony suggests they open one present each before heading to bed. Harley's eyes light up at the idea and he eagerly grabs a gift from under the tree.

"Open it, open it!" he says, bouncing on his seat.

Peter and Tony exchange a look before giving their son the go-ahead. Harley tears open the wrapping paper to reveal a brand new toy robot.

"Wow, thank you, Mom and Dad!" Harley exclaims, hugging them both.

"You're welcome, sweetheart," Tony says, his eyes full of love.

After the presents are opened and the dishes are cleaned up, Harley falls asleep in Tony's arms, exhausted from the excitement of the day. Peter and Tony tuck him into bed before heading to their own room.

As they lay in bed, Peter rests his head on Tony's chest and listens to the sound of his husband's heartbeat. He feels content and happy, knowing that he has everything he could ever want right here in his arms.

"Thank you for the best Christmas Eve ever," Peter whispers, placing a kiss on Tony's chest.

"Anything for you, my love," Tony responds, wrapping his arms around Peter and pulling him closer. "Merry Christmas, Peter."

"Merry Christmas, Tony," Peter says, falling asleep with a smile on his face.

I know I'm late with this post I'm sorry