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Emerald Eyes: Rekindling the fire
Natasha joining Y/N outside of the bar they went to
Natasha: That was so hot, Y/N.
Y/N: *dusting off after a fight* I literally called the person who just flirted with you a degenterate dog and told them I hope they get dragged through the streets.
Y/N who looks drunk and drained
Natasha: *admiring him* I'm so in love with you.
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Hug
Y/N: Do you need a hug?
Natasha, upset: WHAT DO YOU THINK??
Natasha: *Storms off*
Y/N:
Natasha, coming back: Yes please, I’m sorry
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Natasha exits her room with a smile…
Tony; Romanoff where’s your hubby, my little bro? I need his help with a project.
Natasha: umm…tired
Tony: at 10am? Really?
Natasha: I screwed his brains out last night and into this morning! There! You happy?!
Tony: no…but I bet Y/N is very happy
Natasha huffs and walks off to the kitchen…
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Affectionate
pairing: bucky barnes x male reader tags: bucky being treated like a normal being, male reader is very affectionate, kinda like tony, flirting like lil puppies
“Barnes, my sweet metal-armed dumpling, you’ve got bedhead.”
You say it with a chuckle as you effortlessly drape an arm around Bucky’s broad shoulders, and for a moment, the entire room goes silent. Natasha’s trained eyes narrow from across the conference table, ready to spring into action. Tony’s eyebrows shoot up behind his tinted glasses, and Steve actually tenses, fists tightening like he’s expecting Bucky to toss you across the room at any second. All around, the team braces themselves, anticipating a meltdown—a flashback—anything resembling the Winter Soldier they still fear might be lingering inside the man you have so casually slung your arm over.
In the resulting quiet, Bucky’s expression flickers, and for a heartbeat, you wonder if the Avengers might be right. His jaw flexes, and his fingers curl slightly before unclenching.
Then he lets out a small huff of a laugh, the corners of his lips lifting, and you feel his posture relax against your side. “Seriously, you’re making a scene,” he murmurs, quieter than usual. But there’s absolutely no bite behind his voice, no threat—just the husky edge that always manages to send a pleasant shiver through you. “Knock it off,” he adds, though there’s a ghost of a smile there.
Knock it off? Absolutely not. The man is gorgeous—dark hair still damp from a shower, the mechanical arm catching the overhead lights, his face etched with haunted lines that only make him look even more rugged and unfairly attractive. How can you possibly resist? You’re only human (albeit an Avenger-human with a penchant for tackling alien invasions and Hydra remnants). But still, you have eyes.
You just grin, giving his shoulder a quick squeeze before loosening your hold. “Aww, Barnes, you know you’d miss it if I did.”
Bucky grumbles something in reply, but there’s a lightness there, an ease he didn’t carry before. The rest of the team, however, remains on full alert—like big cats itching to pounce. Steve in particular looks about two seconds away from physically peeling you off of Bucky. Even Clint, who was half-dozing in the corner, sits up, eyes keen.
“Cap,” Clint warns softly, nodding toward where your hand is still lingering near Bucky’s nape, fingertips idly tracing the spot where flesh meets vibranium plating.
Steve clears his throat. “Everything okay there, Buck?”
Everyone seems to hold their breath again, and you can practically see the tension in the air. Poor Bruce is looking uncertain, Wanda is biting her lip, and Sam’s eyebrows are drawn together in concern. They’re so worried that Bucky’s going to have an episode, or get triggered, or that he’s going to accidentally crush your bones with that metal fist if you keep…well, doing what you’re doing.
And if this were two years ago, maybe they’d be right. If this were weeks after his deprogramming, back when he couldn’t even look into a mirror without disassociating, Bucky might’ve pushed you across the room with lethal force. Or at the very least, wrenched free of your hold, stiff and wary. But they don’t see the subtle signs that you do: the tension in Bucky’s shoulders is not the tension of danger, but of mild embarrassment. He looks shy, maybe even flustered. He’s definitely not displeased. And if anything, you know he’s grateful you treat him like a normal person, not a ticking time bomb with horrifying memories.
He shrugs off Steve’s concern with a tight-lipped smirk. “I’m fine,” he says. “I’m not made of glass.”
Or vibranium, you add silently with another playful grin. You resist the urge to poke at his arm, but your fingers twitch at the thought. Next time, you promise yourself.
Tony slides a diagnostic tablet across the table as if presenting evidence. “Look, I’m all for affection, but maybe, for the sake of our dear ex-Hydra assassin’s comfort, we keep it PG-13 in the debrief?” He’s half-joking, half-serious, eyebrows shooting up when you lean closer to Bucky again.
You tilt your head at Tony. “I’m not exactly straddling him on the table, Tony. Chill.”
“Just you watch,” Sam mutters under his breath, arms folded across his chest, likely recalling a previous incident in which your casual affection got a bit…handsy. Hey, you can’t help it, Bucky’s arms are a national treasure.
From beside you, Bucky sighs. “Seriously, guys, it’s okay. This—” he flicks his eyes at the point where your forearm slides across his back “—it’s nice.” He lowers his gaze, almost bashful, but admits quietly, “Makes me feel like…y’know. Like I’m—”
“A normal dude, living a normal life,” you finish for him, your voice softer. It’s what both of you want, though neither of you outright says so in crowded company.
“Alright,” Tony relents with a theatrical sigh. “I mean, if Barnes is okay with it, I guess we can let it go.”
“Seriously, Tony,” you huff, “I’m not some savage about to devour the man.”
Bucky sends you a cheeky side glance. “Could’ve fooled me,” he grumbles, but his lips twist into an amused smirk.
“Watch it, metal dumpling,” you shoot back fondly, the new (and very ridiculous) nickname making Tony gag in mock horror.
There’s a collective groan and roll of eyes from the team, but underneath that, there’s this subtle wave of contentment. You can feel it in the air—everyone’s settling into this new normal. Sure, Bucky carries a lot of ghosts and trauma, but right now, with your arm around him, he just feels alive. Connected. Like the piece of him that’s still James Barnes is being coaxed to the surface.
And you? Well, you’re just happy to be the one to coax it out of him. Bucky might be Hydra’s ex-assassin, but you can’t help it—he’s also hot as hell, and you’re pretty sure your vision works just fine, thank you very much.
“Alright,” Steve says, clearing his throat again, a slight pink tinge on his cheeks from secondhand embarrassment. “So…mission debrief?”
“Mission debrief,” you echo. Without missing a beat, you re-sling your arm across Bucky’s shoulders, ignoring the universal eye-roll from the rest of the team. Bucky doesn’t shove you away. He doesn’t tense. He just gives your knee a quick pat under the table, and for a single, quiet second in that big conference room, you can swear you feel a little more at home.
And yeah—maybe you’ll have to tone it down for the sake of collective sanity. But then again, the look in Bucky’s eyes says he needs this just as much as you do.
So if anyone’s got a problem with it, well…they can take it up with the ex-Winter Soldier himself—and hope they can handle the glare he’ll give them for standing in the way of his self-proclaimed “annoying but sweet” Avenger.
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VillainM!Reader : Oh noo~ I can't believe I have been caught by an agent with such intoxicating allure~
Natasha : Sighs... Baby, are you going to be like that every time I capture you... You probably intentionally let me capture you...
VillainM!Reader : Whaaa? I would never, Oh what ever could you do to me with those magic fingers of yours?~
Natasha : Chuckles.... You’re not even trying to hide it anymore, are you? This is gonna be an interrogation love, not a "Soon to be makeout session"
VillainM!Reader : Who said it couldn't be?~
Natasha : ............
[Few hours later, Steve drinking coffee as Natasha walks by, the others not knowing her back is full of nail marks]
Steve : So how did the interrogation go–
Natasha : don't wanna talk about it....
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games
pairing: natasha romanoff x reader
summary: you & nat were meant to be working on a project but instead find yourselves intertwined in her bed
warnings: suggestiveness, language
you were sitting beside natasha, on her bed with study sheets spread out in front of you. you two were in her dorm room with plans of working on a project together…but as usual, you got distracted.
and instead of trying to refocus, you chose to play a game, trying to see who could make the other laugh first.
you’re currently bent over the edge of her bed, barely breathing as you try your hardest to hold in your laugh, and try even harder not to look at natasha.
because you know that if you do, you’re done for. because for whatever reason, looking at someone while trying not to laugh just makes it harder.
she’s facing you, while rocking a very bad poker face. “Look at me, come on,” she says in a strained, trying-not-to-laugh, voice while her arms are motioning towards her.
and you feel like you have to look up, forgetting about the game for a second, and only thinking about doing whatever natasha wants.
when you do look at her and remember the game you’re playing, you let out a surprise laugh at your own stupidity, before trying to cover it up with a cough.
“hey! that was a laugh!” natasha exclaims, pointing her index finger at you and leaning toward you accusingly. wearing the biggest, most accomplished smile on her face.
you of course deny it because, “that’s not fair, your face is just very funny to look at!”
“hey!” natasha says in faux sadness before joining you in your laughter.
“now, that’s a laugh.” you try to accuse her.
“no, you laughed first!” she demands while playfully shoving you, “stop trying to cheat.”
“i’m not-”
all of a sudden, natasha pushes you over so that you’re laying flat on the bed with her on top of you. straddling your waist while holding your hands against the bed.
“admit you cheated or i won’t get off of you.” she teases.
but you’re frozen with your eyes wide and all you can think is: is that a threat or a promise?
she raises her eyebrow at your silence and just as you open your mouth to reply, suddenly her room door is clicking open. and you both turn to see nat’s roommate, valkyrie walks in with her friend carol.
“ew they’re fucking! let’s leave.” she says before pulling carol and closing the door on their way out.
it’s when they’re gone that natasha finally seems to notice your position, turns beet red and let’s go of you hands.
sitting up now, but still straddling you 🫦 before saying, “sorry,” and getting off of you.
“it’s okay…” you reply shyly. both of you avoiding eye contact.
finally nat breaks the tension filled silence in realization, “omg, we’re never gonna live that down.”
“nope.”
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Breaking the Chains / Natasha Romanoff x Brother!Male Reader
Which, the Avengers embark on a mission to dismantle a sinister facility—a male version of the Red Room, designed to turn young men into weapons. Natasha Romanoff leads the charge, determined to save her younger brother— Y/n, who has been trapped in this program for years.
Word count: 2191
Warnings: PTSD. Red Room.
A/n: This was requested by an anon. I hope you like it!
The facility was crumbling around them, fire and dust mixing into the heavy air. The sounds of gunfire and explosions echoed in the background, but Natasha Romanoff’s focus was singular. Her feet moved with purpose as she scanned the darkened hallway. She knew what to look for—the same signs she once wore on her face and carried in her posture.
In this mission, the Avengers were not after weapons or secrets. They were after people—boys who had been subjected to something eerily familiar to Natasha. A male counterpart to the Red Room, hidden deep in the underbelly of the world. They had lived in the shadows for years, unnoticed, until an intercepted transmission tipped the Avengers off to the existence of this twisted program.
She pushed through the shattered remnants of a metal door and stepped into a cold, dimly lit cell block. A dozen pairs of frightened eyes met hers, boys barely in their teens and men no older than twenty-five.
Natasha scanned each face until she found the one she had been looking for: Y/n.
He sat huddled in the far corner of the cell, knees drawn to his chest, body folded in on itself as if trying to disappear into the cracked concrete wall behind him. His clothes hung loosely from his thin frame, and his hands trembled as they gripped his knees.
“Hey,” Natasha whispered, kneeling in front of him.
At first, Y/n didn’t respond. The years of training had taught him to suppress everything—fear, trust, and hope. But when he finally lifted his gaze, recognition flickered in his eyes. Y/n knew her, though not personally. She had been the ghost story among the instructors. The Black Widow—traitor to the cause, the one who escaped.
“I’ve got you,” Natasha said gently, her gloved hand hovering over Y/n's but not touching, waiting for him to make the first move. “We’re getting you out of here.”
Y/n flinched slightly at the sound of her voice but didn’t pull away when she rested a hand lightly on his arm. Her touch was steady—grounding.
“It’s over,” she said, her voice low and sure, like an unbreakable promise. “No more orders. No more missions.”
Y/n's lips parted, but no words came out. It was hard to believe it was real after everything. Freedom was a foreign concept, a dream too fragile to trust. But Natasha didn’t rush him. She crouched there, keeping her voice steady and calm as the chaos raged behind her.
“I know it’s scary,” she admitted. “But you’re not alone anymore. I’m here, and so are the others.”
When he didn’t resist, Natasha helped him to his feet. Y/n was shaky, each step slow, as if his body had forgotten what it was like to move without orders directing his every action. Natasha kept a careful hold on her arm—not tight, just enough to remind him she was there.
Together, they made their way through the collapsing facility, the flickering lights casting erratic shadows on the walls. Outside, the Avengers had cleared the area, and a Quinjet waited, its ramp lowered. Steve Rogers gave a tight nod to Natasha as she guided Y/n aboard, but the others knew better than to approach.
Natasha’s expression warned them all: Give him space.
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The Avengers’ compound was vast, bright, and open—everything the cold, sterile facility had not been. But for Y/n, it was too much. Too big, too noisy, too unfamiliar.
Y/n rarely left the room they had set up for him, and when he did, it was always with Natasha at his side. The others tried to welcome him gently—Bruce offered books, Steve always nodded with quiet reassurance, and even Tony kept his quips subdued. But it was Natasha who knew how to reach him, because she had been where he was.
She didn’t push. When the others asked too many questions, Natasha would step in, redirecting the conversation with a subtle ease. She became Y/n's anchor, a quiet, constant presence that didn’t demand anything from him.
At night, when the nightmares came—and they always did—Natasha was there. The first time Y/n woke up gasping, covered in cold sweat, he thought she might be angry at being disturbed. But instead, she sat on the edge of his bed, her voice calm and low.
“Breathe,” she whispered. “It’s okay. You’re safe.”
When Y/n couldn’t sleep, she stayed up with him. Some nights, she talked about her own past, sharing bits and pieces she thought he might understand. Other nights, the two of them sat in silence, watching the night bleed into dawn.
She never asked him to talk about what happened—not until Y/n was ready.
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It was weeks before Y/n said more than a few words at a time. The trauma ran deep, and trust was a hard-earned currency. But Natasha noticed the small changes. The way he started sitting with the others in the common room, though he always kept a little distance. The way his gaze softened when Sam told a joke or when Clint teased him about beating him at chess.
One afternoon, while sitting with Natasha on the balcony, Y/n surprised himself by speaking.
“They made us fight each other,” He said quietly, his voice brittle and uneven. “If you won, you got food. If you lost… you didn’t.”
Natasha didn’t flinch. She just nodded, her gaze steady. “I know.”
“They told us it made us stronger,” he added, bitterness creeping into his tone. “Made us perfect.”
Natasha’s lips pressed into a thin line. “They were wrong.”
For a moment, Y/n looked out over the horizon, the sky painted in hues of gold and pink. He felt the weight of her words settle in his chest—not just the words, but the way she said them, with the conviction of someone who knew exactly what he’d been through.
“You’re not what they made you,” Natasha said softly. “You’re more than that.”
Y/n swallowed hard, emotions swelling in his throat, but for the first time in years, he didn’t feel the need to shove them down. Natasha’s presence was a reminder that he didn’t have to carry everything alone.
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Day by day, the Avengers helped Y/n find pieces of himself that he thought had been lost forever. Steve taught him how to cook—simple things, like pancakes and scrambled eggs. Sam dragged him into a movie marathon, making Y/n laugh for the first time in what felt like forever.
And Natasha? Natasha stayed by his side through all of it, giving him the space to heal at his own pace.
One evening, after a quiet dinner with the team, Y/n found yourself sitting beside Natasha on the couch, Clint sprawled out on the floor in front of them.
“See?” Natasha said, nudging Y/n's shoulder lightly. “They’re not so bad.”
Y/n gave a small, tentative smile. It felt strange on his face, but not unwelcome.
“Yeah,” he admitted, his voice soft but genuine. “They’re not.”
Natasha smiled too—gentle, patient, and proud. And for the first time in a long time, Y/n felt like maybe, just maybe, he belonged.
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The Avengers became a rhythm—steady, sometimes chaotic, but reliable. Y/n was still learning how to navigate the whirl of personalities and noise, but Natasha was always a steady guide. She seemed to know exactly when to push and when to pull back, letting him stumble without ever letting him fall.
The nightmares didn’t stop, but Y/n got better at managing them. On nights when the darkness crept too close, he didn’t feel ashamed to knock softly on Natasha’s door. Sometimes, the two of them talked. Other times, Y/n sat quietly on the floor beside her bed until sleep returned. It didn’t matter—Natasha was patient, always patient.
But adjusting to life with the Avengers was harder than it looked from the outside. Even though they gave him space, their camaraderie felt foreign. Trusting them—really trusting them—was an uphill battle, but Natasha reassured him that it was okay to take his time.
“You don’t have to be anyone other than yourself,” she had said. “They’ll wait.”
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It was Sam who cracked Y/n's defenses first, though it took him weeks of gentle persistence. He had a way of being both laid-back and direct, not giving him much room to overthink. One afternoon, Y/n found himself sitting across from him at the compound’s kitchen island, awkwardly holding a controller as he taught Y/n how to play some old-school racing game.
“Don’t worry,” Sam grinned. “I’ll go easy on you.”
He didn’t. Y/n lost every race, but he didn’t mind. For once, losing didn’t come with consequences. Sam’s laugh was loud and infectious, and before Y/n realized it, he found himself chuckling along.
“See?” Sam said, nudging his shoulder lightly. “You’ve got a sense of humor in there somewhere.”
It was a small moment, but it was the first time Y/n’d felt… normal.
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Training sessions with Steve Rogers were a different kind of therapy. He never barked orders or pushed Y/n beyond his limits. Instead, he treated each session like a lesson in self-control—teaching him to use his skills in ways that didn’t make him feel like a weapon.
“Strength is more than just force,” Steve would say. “It’s about knowing when not to fight.”
At first, it was hard to fight the reflex to be perfect, to push through every ache and bruise just to meet some invisible standard. But Steve never expected perfection. If Y/n faltered, he’d just nod and say, “Good. Now let’s try that again.”
One day, after a sparring match, Y/n hesitated as Steve packed up the training mats. “Thanks,” he muttered, the word feeling foreign but genuine.
Steve gave him that easy, reassuring smile of his. “Anytime.”
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It was during one of Tony’s infamous pizza nights that Y/n realized how far he’d come. The team gathered in the common room, laughing and teasing each other over slices of greasy pepperoni. Y/n sat between Natasha and Clint, feeling oddly at ease even though he hadn’t said much all night.
At some point, Tony tried to rope him into a debate about who the best James Bond was. Y/n blinked, unsure if he was joking or not.
“C’mon, kid,” Tony said, grinning. “Tell me you’ve got an opinion on this. You have to.”
Before he could answer, Natasha smirked. “He’s still deciding if he likes any of us, Stark. Don’t scare him off with your movie rants.”
The team burst out laughing, and to Y/n's surprise, he found himself grinning too. Not because he had to, but because it felt right.
Natasha glanced at her brother from the corner of her eye, her expression soft and knowing. She didn’t say anything, but her small smile told him she was proud—and she realized he was too.
Bonus chapter:
Not every day was easy. Some mornings, the weight of the past dragged Y/n down like lead in his chest. Y/n still flinched at unexpected noises. Some nights, the nightmares left him breathless and paralyzed. But with Natasha, it didn’t feel like he had to face it alone.
One particularly bad night, Y/n couldn’t keep it all bottled up anymore. It was late—well past midnight—when the panic took over. Y/n found himself in Natasha’s room, pacing back and forth as he tried to control his breathing.
“They made us hurt each other,” he whispered, the words tumbling out faster than he could stop them. “Every day, every mission. If you hesitated, they punished you. They—”
Y/n's voice cracked, and he clenched his fists, furious at himself for breaking down. But Natasha didn’t look at Y/n with pity. She stepped closer, her hand resting lightly on his arm.
“They wanted you to believe it was the only way,” Natasha said softly. “But it’s not.”
The anger, the shame, the guilt—it all poured out in a rush, and Natasha let him feel every bit of it without judgment. When Y/n finally sank to the floor, exhausted and drained, she sat beside him.
“You’re not what they made you,” she repeated gently. “And you’re not alone.”
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Months passed, and slowly, Y/n found himself carving out a place among the Avengers. It wasn’t perfect—he still had hard days, and some wounds ran too deep to ever fully heal. But he was learning that it was okay to not be okay all the time.
Natasha stayed close, always ready to catch him if he stumbled. But she also gave him room to grow. Y/n started spending more time with the others—training with Steve, playing video games with Sam, and even laughing at Tony’s terrible jokes. They weren’t just teammates anymore. They were friends.
And one day, as the team gathered for another chaotic dinner, Y/n realized something that hit him harder than any punch he’d ever taken: he wasn’t just surviving. He was living.
The thought was strange, almost surreal, but when Natasha met his gaze across the table and gave him a subtle, knowing nod, Y/n knew it was real.
He was home.
Any grammar mistakes will be fixed later
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Pumpkin
Natasha Romanoff x GN!Reader
Summary: Natasha wants a pumpkin.
Warnings: FLUFF, one swear word
Word Count: <1k
"Hey baby, ready to go?" you call out.
"Yep, what do you think" Natasha walks out in overalls and a large straw hat.
"Oh my god Nat! What did you do?"
"What? You don't like it?"
"You look completely ridiculous and adorable, my love"
Nat smiles and leans in to give you a quick kiss on the lips but hits you in the forehead with her oversized hat.
"Oh sorry, detka!"
You giggle while you take the hat off her head and give her a kiss.
"Let's go, before they're all gone"
You drive to a farm just out of the city and look at their huge array of pumpkins. You see strangely shaped pumpkins and small pumpkins but Natasha is only interested in finding the biggest pumpkin she can. She runs around the farm yard like an excited child. Watching her so happy makes you heart melt and you face break out into a big, goofy grin.
"What are you smiling at?"
"Just you"
"Oh yeah?"
"Yeah, that hat looks absurd" you smirk.
"You cheeky little thing, do I have to punish you?"
"Maybe later...." you tease.
You place your hands on her waist and lean in under the hat and kiss her. She wraps her arms around your neck, her lips merge into yours in a beautiful moment. You're so encapsulated in the kiss that you don't notice the old farmer stroll up to you.
"Ahem" he coughs trying to get both of your attention.
You pull away from Nat, your cheeks blushing slightly and she links her arm with yours.
"Sorry about that, Sir"
"No need to be sorry, young love is something to be cherished. You two make a beautiful couple"
You l and Nat look into each other's eyes and smile.
"Thank you"
"So, can I help you find anything?"
"I'm looking for the biggest pumpkin you have, the bigger the better"
"I know just the one"
You follow the man out around the back of his little ranch house and see the biggest pumpkin either of you had ever seen.
"That's the one!" Natasha squealed, squeezing your arm a little tighter.
"It's pretty big Nat, you sure?"
"Positive"
"Alright, we'll take it"
"Do you two have a way to get this home? It's damn heavy"
"Yeah I think we'll manage, thank you"
You press a button on your wrist and within seconds four of Tony's Iron Man suits appear and lift the pumpkin into the air.
"Whoa!" the man gasps.
You and Nat head back to your car.
"Good thing Tony loaned you those suits, detka"
"Yeeeaaaahhh, about that, maybe keep this as our little secret"
"You didn't ask him?"
"Not exactly"
"You realise he's probably going to see a giant pumpkin flying over New York right?"
"Yep, that's why I programmed F.R.I.D.A.Y to record him when he finds out"
"You are awful! I love you, so much"
"I love you too"
Everything is pretty quiet, that is for about 2 minutes before your phone starts ringing. Nat answers it and puts it on speaker.
"Hey Tony, what's up?"
"Hmmm, let me see what's up? How about the GiAnT pUmPkIn flying over the city?!?!?!"
"There's a flying pumpkin? Which city?" you ask innocently, barely containing your laughter.
"YOU KNOW EXACTLY WHICH CITY!"
"I'm sorry Tony, I don't know what you're talking about"
"You are the only person smart enough to hack into my suit permission codes so I know it was you!"
'Well thank you for the compliment but I didn't do it"
"Stop LyInG!!!"
You and Nat burst out into uncontrollable fits of laughter, making you glad that you're in a self driving car.
"You and your little assassin girlfriend laugh it up, because when you get back her Pepper is going to kill you"
"Lookin' forward to it, Tones" you barely get out between laughs.
When you get to the compound you see the pumpkin sitting in the yard and you turn to Natasha.
"How the hell are you gonna carve that thing?"
"The same way I make onion rings!" she says as she takes something out of the car. You hear the whirr of the chainsaw as she starts it up and starts hacking at the pumpkin. You enjoy watching your girlfriend chop up the pumpkin before you hear your name being yelled out from behind you. Oh shit, Pepper.
"Get back here now! You're gonna have to explain this to the press!" she says running after you.
You duck and weave behind some trees and lose her. You run over to Nat and jump into the giant pumpkin, completely shocked to see Steve already sitting there.
"Steve? What are you doing here?"
"Same thing you are, hiding"
"God, what did you do to Bucky now?"
"Nothing!"
"Steve"
"Okay, I may or may not have jumped off and building"
"And?"
"That building may or may not have been eleven stories tall"
"Steve!"
"Shhhh! I don't want him to find me!"
"Okay fine, but for the record I have first dibs. After all this is my girlfriend's pumpkin"
"Sure, but who are you hiding from?"
"Pepper"
"Because of the pumpkin?"
"More because I used 4 Iron Man suits to fly the pumpkin across New York"
"She is really going to kill you"
"That's why I'm here"
"I'm just glad Nat switched to the knife"
"Me too"
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I saw a post from @mamaspidershit and it inspired me to write this, so thank you!
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Emerald Eyes Part 3: Chapter 6
Chapter 6 (Y/N's POV)
Word Count: 3.5k
A/N: Sorry this took so long, I ended up studying abroad for another semester and had a couple of things happen while I was over there. I had a hard time writing anything. But now that I've talked to a therapist and been back home I've found myself some time to write! I hope you all enjoy!
Master List , P1 Chapter 1 , P2 Chapter 1 , P3 Chapter 4 , P3 Chapter 7
Sitting in a pub you felt a pair of eyes on you. Your hair had grown out and you let your facial hair go with it. You felt completely unrecognisable. Finishing off your pint, you stood up and made your way out into the cold night air.
You knew where the silver-haired man would be at this time, with his sister coming out of a pub just a few doors down. You noticed a man on the opposite side of the street staring at the redhead. He had his face hidden by a ballcap. He started to follow the pair in front of you slowly, you watched as he continued and seemed to take side alleys that went right on their route. What he didn’t expect was you to yank him by the collar in one of these alleys.
Slamming him against the brick wall and holding him down as you waited for the footsteps you both were trailing to fade away.
“Release me before I make you” the voice made you roll your eyes. Fucking Vision.
“What the fuck are you doing here?” you look at him with annoyance and rage that seem to be mixing together the longer you look at him. “Didn’t you get the message that none of them want to see your face after the accords!?”
He gave you a smug look “Is that why you lurk in the shadows as well? -or perhaps because you’re afraid of what they’ll say when they see who you really are” His words make you want to burn the synthetic skin that covers his face. The thought flashes through your mind for only a second before you took a breath.
“I swear to god if you even talk to her-” Suddenly you are cut off by a blast of some kind as it hits you in the chest. Fuck. The floor beneath you feels cold. The stones digging into your back like you are a shipwreck hitting the rocks. Your shirt feels heavy against your skin, your chest goes along with it. It’s a feeling you’re all too familiar with. “Fuck” Your hand goes up to cover the wound. Within moments you see Vision chucked through the sky. Landing somewhere in the distance with a large crash of the earth.
Attempting to get up, your hand slips from the blood that's coated your palm. Still making your way up you follow the sound of battle coming from the train station.
- - -
Fuck. You keep repeating it over and over again in your head as you take each step. Finally reaching the station you see Wanda preparing to fight against the attackers but their attention is shifted to a train nearby. You see a familiar silhouette emerge from the shadows and within seconds combat resumes.
Stepping out you watch as Natasha takes on an emaciated Skeletor. His robes are discarded as he begins to fight her with swiftness. You watch as he gets closer to her and the pain from your wound only elevates the fear you have for her. Before you could properly think your fist is raised and a blast of yellow and blue flame hit him like a truck and launched him farther away from her. She turned to the direction of his attack and her face was filled with surprise that dissipated as she saw the blood that now covered you. Your arm stayed up as you aimed one more blast in the same direction. “Move!” you felt the word rip through your throat seconds before the heat left your fist. The blast of fire ripped through the night air and rammed itself into the largest blue woman you’ve ever seen. Natasha had already ducked out of the way and watched as the large woman went flying like a rag doll. She lands next to the skeletal-like man, they both lean on each other and say something you couldn’t hear.
Actually, you couldn’t hear a lot now because you felt like you were about to pass out. Your mind went slightly fuzzy and you could only muster a few words before you hit the floor and you were pretty sure one of them was once again “fuck”
- - -
Waking up you felt almost a million eyes on you. The sensation stayed on you as you attempted to get up, your shirt was shredded around you and the sensation of dried blood was coating you like tissue paper and glue. Looking towards the eyes of everyone around you, finding that indeed every pair was locked onto you, each holding a different sense of emotion.
You thought for a moment… it felt like a pretty long moment actually. “How’s everyone been?” pursing your lips due to the silence that fell upon you all. “I’m doing great, how bout you Y/N?” you reply to your own question “Well I’ve been on vacation for a bit, sightseeing and all” You sneak a glance at Wanda who stayed near her brother. “-I’ve missed us” giving the group your best faux smile and a sigh. Standing up you wobbled for a second before catching yourself and taking in a deep breath “I need to get back to work, can I get a cab from here?” the attempts to lighten the mood didn’t seem to be working.
“Are you seriously not going to shut up?” you turned to see Sam leaning on the wall of the quinjet. “I mean, who is this? You never talked this much before”
“It’s the brain injuries, trust me they rearrange some stuff…” you try to crack your neck and loosen up “...made me fun-” you turn to Natasha “You’d know all about that, dyed your hair since then… looks good” A sly wink was given to her and you saw her flex her jaw, probably in annoyance. “I really do need to call my boss and let her know I’ve been taken” Holding a hand out you shrug.
“Can’t do that” the strong voice that rolled your eyes until they were in the back of your head reverberated through the jet.
“Why not? I’m in the private sector, I’m not on the run… it’s just so I can clock in?” you produce a face pout “I hate doing unpaid overtime”
“Just stop with the jokes, for god sake go back to being quiet!” the one voice you never expected to be yelling at you came from across the jet. Wanda. “Stop being this fake version of you!...” she had tears prickling the corners of her eyes “Just stop”.
Her words. She had no idea, none of them -except Nat. They all had no idea that this is the new real version of you. You couldn’t help it though, using the jokes to hide the awkwardness, the guilt you felt, it was all so easy to hide behind. “I can’t… I’m sorry, but this is me. Leave it or love it” You faced away from her, ducking your face from the rest of the wandering eyes.
The entire trip felt all-encompassing, you didn’t speak for the rest of it. Not even when Natasha sat down next to you. You just closed your eyes and tilted your head back. You heard Pietro whisper something about you, you didn’t care though. You couldn’t bear to hear him say anything bad about you. You had learned how to drown out certain sounds, you had to when you were stuck under rubble. It kept you mildly sane for the most part. You felt pressure on the side of your knee. Opening your right eye only a smidge, you saw the widow's knee press into yours. You felt the corner of your lips lift what felt like an atom. Sitting in silence for the rest of the flight you remained content with her choice.
- - -
After you wake up from a small nap on the jet you are helped through the compound by Natasha. It seems as though no one else would even lay a hand on you. The hallways were quiet. It reminded you of when you’d skulk around at night, walking to and from the library. You emerged from the hallway into the common room. You saw Rhodey and Bruce talking to General Ross. As soon as he saw the group heading in his direction, he and the captain began exchanging words. Ross only got a few in before Rhodey hung up on him. He had been projected like a hologram. It was so realistic to him being here, you could even see the detail in his face when he caught a glimpse of you.
Rhodey didn’t make eye contact with you but you knew he saw you. The way his body language changed as he talked to Steve and Natasha. It was obvious. She handed you off to Bruce who didn’t seem to understand why no one else even got near you. He attempted to make small talk when he brought you to the infirmary, you didn’t hate it. “So… where’d you go?” he continued as he lay you down on the gurney.
“Hell” you made sure to give him a smirk, lightening the response.
He didn’t really understand exactly what you meant by that, he didn’t pry either. “Sounds fun…” he kept his gaze down on your wound as he spoke “You seem more cheerful, you and Nat still together?” You remained silent and he just continued tending to your chest.
Thinking for a moment you decided to talk. You hadn’t had a real conversation with someone since helping Natasha almost a year ago. “No… and I don’t know if I’m more cheerful or just hiding at this point” He stopped and you worried for a second that you had said something you should have kept inside.
He sat up and put his tools to the side. “Why do you think you’d be hiding?”
You didn’t really have a full answer, just multiple short little ones. If you worked hard enough in your head maybe a sentence could form.
“There’s just been this… darkness- or maybe it’s just a hole..” you continued thinking “And I’m worried that I’ll- I’ll be stuck in it alone-” you had let out a deep breath before going on “-But I don’t want to drag anyone into it. Not her or anyone else.”
“I don’t think that’s true…” he seemed now to think of a continuation “This new you…-I just met him and I think that he’s already made his way out of the darkness enough- at least by himself…” you nodded your head in understanding as he got up “-it’s never too late to ask for help, sometimes you just need a hand” and with that, he left.
You sat up, looking out the windows of the infirmary. It was all so new and old at the same time. The life you had now was nice, but you just felt so alone, the shadows were all you seemed to have.
- - -
Finding new clothes seemed to be a bit of a difficult task, you had outgrown almost all of your old shirts that had been kept, and the pants too. You had to ask Steve if you could borrow something. Surprisingly you almost filled his clothes. You had overheard everyone discussing what the next steps should be. You felt like you needed some sense of fresh air. Slowly you inched your way out of the compound. You didn’t think anyone would notice you gone for a minute or two. You had swiped a phone too on the way out, as soon as you got far enough away you dialled her.
It took three full rings before she picked up, this had you puzzled and slightly concerned. Her voice was producing a fake confidence, that had you more concerned. “Hey there hot stuff”
“Valentina… how’d you know it’s me? -actually, never mind.” you looked around to make sure you were still alone “I had a bit of a run-in with some old friends -suffered a hit to the chest from unknown assailants… I’d love to get some intel”
She scoffed at your words “You think I know something about that? -well I do but still it's the principle” You heard her take a sip of something and clear her throat “There seems to be a bit of a pest problem coming from outta town… you might have to help them squash it”
“Yes ma’am- I’ll call you with any new details” You heard the sound of footsteps approaching you and hung up the phone before she could even make a snarky remark. You knew you’d get shit for it. You didn’t move, you stayed still and simply stared up at the sky. The sunset was beginning to fade and the night would soon replace it. “I never noticed before… the sun kinda makes the clouds look like cotton candy from here.” You tried to keep your tone as innocent as possible. The ground beneath your feet move and sink as the body that had found you joined your side. You turned to face her. “Can’t remember if you like cotton candy or not…” your hand gestures to your head as you talked “Whole brain injury and just all-around personality change” She didn’t seem amused.
“It’s kind of growing on me… -I mean except when you’re an asshole” You could sense the playfulness in her tone.
“Nat, I don’t want this- this new me to grow on you” You made sure to look as deep into her eyes as you could. You wanted her to know this was the truth. You needed her to know that you meant this. She looked at you with slight surprise. “Whatever you think is here right now-” you gestured between your bodies “-it shouldn’t be here. I need you to take back what you said in St. Petersburg…” you trailed off as you felt your voice catch slightly.
“No, I’m not going to take it back.” her brows stitched together as she looked at you “I’ll change it but I’m not going to take it back-” she took one of your hands into hers. The warmth of it almost sent bumps along your arm. “I’d stay by your side. Leave it or love it?” she took her free hand and set it up over your chest. Just past the bandages that covered you. You both stood so close to the other. You could practically feel the warmth radiating off of her and you knew she could too “Well I don’t want to leave it”
Your mind was still. You had no thoughts for once, no joke to deflect how you felt. The thing was you knew this wouldn’t end well. You couldn’t go back to the team, and you knew sure as hell she would never join Leviathan. “I can’t come back here, you know that…” You took her hand away from your chest “If you won’t leave this…” and you took a step back from her “I’m doing it for you” Turning away from her you began to walk back to the compound. You couldn’t look back at her or risk changing your mind. You didn’t want to pull her into the hole that you’ve begun to fall into.
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Stepping into the compound you went directly to your old room. You didn’t spare a glance at anyone else. Closing the door felt like a million pounds. The sound of it echoed for what felt like ages. Everything in your room that had once occupied it was gone. Sitting on the edge of the bed, like you had many nights before; you felt like a ghost. The sensation that you were in the wrong place didn’t leave. You sat in silence until it became unbearable. The room was pitch black but you had the way to the door memorized. Standing at the edge of the doorway you had a sense of deja vu. Imagining the different nights this had happened. The nights when you had simply gotten up to just knock on Natasha's door and lay with her. Tonight though you couldn’t do that. If you had even tried you knew you would never leave her side. You decided to go to the kitchen, if you found anyone in there you would simply go for a walk outside. Perhaps you’d see if you could snoop on the computers for a while. Your feet had dragged you to the kitchen and there wasn’t a single light on.
Turning on the light above the stove to illuminate the countertops you began making some tea. Waiting on the water to come to a boil you stood near the window, looking out at the night sky. The moon illuminated the water of the lake and the tops of the trees. You hear scraping footsteps approach from the hallway and you slowly turned to see who they belonged to. The silver hair was almost an echo of the moon. You felt your body tense up as he saw you. The two of you hadn’t talked at all. Well to his knowledge you hadn’t spoken since Berlin, you remember seeing him in a bar in Scotland. He was on the other side of the room downing pints while his sister went to the bathroom. You were going to head home for the night when he bumped into you spilling his glass on you, he began apologizing profusely but you stopped him. “Completely my fault-” You reached into your pocket and handed him a couple of pounds. You left before he could say another word. You considered doing the same thing now and just booking yourself out of the room but the reminder of the water coming towards a boil took the idea out of your head.
His accent was much thicker than Wanda’s “How long?” you looked at him puzzled. Maybe it was the look of sleep that covered his face or the lighting. He caught your look and continued “How long were you in Scotland?”
You looked almost taken aback by his question but you gave him an answer “Roughly eleven months…” The kettle whistled and you moved to pick a tea, you knew his favourite flavour and grabbed an extra mug on the way back to the kettle.
“I never saw you once…” he thought for a second “I probably did, didn’t I?” you nodded your head “How many times?”
Pursing your lips and handing him the steaming mug “I think it was about five times… spoke only once though”
He took the mug and stood still for a moment. He looked like he was finally realizing the moment he was in “Why didn’t you reach out to me after the mission?” this question made you freeze. He didn’t really know everything… none of them did.
“I was in the care of my employer, and I wasn’t allowed to contact anyone while I recovered” You took a sip of your tea and felt the warmth spread. “-I also didn’t know how you’d react to me… especially with how I was back then -I was so angry, I just wanted to burn the whole world…” you stayed quiet after that. Your words trailed over to him and you saw the next question bubbling to the surface.
“How long did you stay in the rubble?...-I’m sorry for asking, I just- we looked through it for weeks…” you knew he felt bad about it. You knew if you told him the exact length of time and what you went through, he would feel even worse. The thing was you didn’t want to lie to him. You couldn’t after all this time you wanted to be as honest as possible.
You moved to the nearest chair and took a seat. Staring at your cup as he slowly joined you. Looking at the steam that continued to flow out you took a shallow breath “I was there for almost a month, I passed out after a few minutes and kept going in and out of consciousness… my throat was so torn and shredded from screaming, I lost a lot of blood -a good amount- after I was found they put me in a coma to monitor me. When I woke up I was filled in on everything. Couldn’t walk for a couple of weeks, talking was easier though…” you took a sip and thought again “I had some pretty bad head trauma… the memories of being trapped kinda just come back every now and then, can’t stay alone for too long either”
He didn’t ask another question. He put a hand on your back, it didn’t move. “You know…” he looked like a toddler attempting to put pieces together in his head “I can stick with you tomorrow…if you’d like” he gave a small shrug and the light showed you the small bashful smile he was holding back.
“What’s happening tomorrow?” holding the mug to your lips you listened as he filled you in on the details. And jesus christ there was a lot that you had missed.
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Y/N: *laying on a pool chair unconscious*
Carol, panicking: They're not breathing!
Wanda: I'll give them mouth to mouth!
Y/N: *opens one eye* Ew no! Let Natasha do it! *closes eye*
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[natasha going out with the girls]
wanda : so natasha, how are you and your new boyfriend?
natasha : well couple years ago i loss my ex at a party and found him making out with two woman-
carol : [scoffed] fucking arsehole.
natasha : but last night i lost male reader at tony party and find him eating a tacos while patting the animals at the corner of the living room.
maria : [chuckles] the upgrade!
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tony stark x male reader who’s kinda shy and quiet but crazy good at math and science and all those equations. something fluffy and cute thank youuuuuuu
Brilliant (Tony Stark x M! Reader)
Announcement: for those who have been following my Velvet Ring trilogy fic, I've created an AO3 account where I intend to flesh out the story. Here's the link! Also, since I'm not smart myself, I didn't go in-depth about science and calculations, so forgive me :(
Tony Stark was many things: a genius, billionaire, playboy, philanthropist—but being in a committed relationship? That wasn’t exactly the headline he wanted plastered all over the news. Not because he was ashamed—far from it—but because Tony had learned the hard way that the world had a way of ruining what mattered most. And you? You mattered more than anything.
You were everything Tony wasn’t—quiet, thoughtful, reserved. While Tony thrived in the spotlight, you thrived in the solace of your work, diving deep into equations and theories that would leave most people with a headache. You were a prodigy in your own right, a quiet storm of brilliance and ingenuity. The kind of man who didn’t seek recognition, only results. Tony couldn’t help but admire that about you—and, though he’d never admit it out loud, you kept him grounded in a way no one else could.
Tonight, you were sprawled out on the couch in your shared apartment, wearing a faded hoodie and sweatpants you’d stolen from Tony long ago. A notebook rested on your lap, filled with scribbled formulas and diagrams. The room was quiet, save for the occasional scratch of your pen against paper.
The sound of the front door opening broke your focus. Tony stepped inside, tie loosened and suit jacket draped over his arm. He looked tired, but his eyes lit up when they landed on you.
“Hey, handsome,” he greeted, his voice warm as he crossed the room. “What did I say about math after ten?”
You glanced up, rolling your eyes. “You said it’s a house rule. I said it’s not enforceable.”
Tony smirked, plucking the notebook from your hands before dropping it onto the coffee table. Sitting beside you, he wrapped one arm around your shoulders, your head tucked into the crook of his neck. “You were late,” you muttered, resting your head against his shoulder. “Everything okay?”
“Just the usual corporate nonsense,” Tony replied, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. “You know how it is—saving the world, keeping the board happy. Exhausting, really. I’m practically a saint.”
You huffed a quiet laugh, but instead of responding, your eyes kept flickering toward the discarded notebook on the table. After a moment, you shifted slightly in his hold, trying to reach for it. Tony groaned dramatically, tightening his grip.
“Oh, no, you don’t,” he said, pulling you closer. “I just got home, and you’re trying to ditch me for math? Do you have any idea how lonely I’ve been? I’ve been deprived of your presence all day, and this—” he gestured at the notebook—“is more important?”
You bit back a laugh, managing to wiggle out of his grasp. “I promise it'll be worth it."
Tony crossed his arms, slumping back against the couch like a sulking child. “Fine, but if I die from lack of cuddles and attention it's on you.”
Grabbing the notebook, you turned back to him, a small smile tugging at your lips. “You look fine. And for the record, this 'math' you're referring to is yours."
That caught his attention. His brows furrowed as he sat up straighter, his earlier theatrics forgotten. “Mine?”
You nodded, flipping open the notebook and holding it out to him. “You mentioned the other night that you were having issues with stabilizing the power output on the Iron Man suit. I’ve been working on it.”
Tony’s eyes scanned the pages, his expression softening with each line he read. Your neat handwriting detailed calculations, theories, and possible solutions. You’d even diagrammed potential fixes, complete with annotations on how they’d improve efficiency. “You’ve been working on this?” he asked, his voice quieter now. “For me?”
“Well, yeah,” you said, shrugging like it wasn’t a big deal. “I know it’s been frustrating you, so I thought I’d try to help.”
For once, Tony Stark was speechless. His eyes flickered between you and the notebook, the weight of your gesture hitting him like a freight train. You’d spent your time—not for your own research or projects, but to solve one of his problems. It wasn’t just the effort or the brilliance of your work—it was the care behind it, the way you always seemed to go out of your way to make his life a little easier.
Tony set the notebook aside, reaching for you instead. His hands cupped your face, his gaze warm and filled with an emotion he rarely let himself feel this deeply. “You’re incredible,” he murmured, his voice thick with gratitude. “I don’t deserve you.”
Before you could respond, his lips were on yours, soft and full of affection. It wasn’t the usual teasing kiss he’d steal when he was being playful—it was deeper, more vulnerable. A silent thank you, a promise that he’d never take you for granted. When he finally pulled back, his forehead rested against yours, and he smiled. “You’re too good to me.”
You laughed softly, your hands resting on his chest. “You’re worth it, Stark. Even if you are a little dramatic sometimes.” Tony chuckled, pulling you into another kiss, his heart full and his mind already spinning with ideas. If this was what it felt like to be loved by you, then he never wanted to let it go.
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Natasha : Hey there handsome~ you single?~ cause tonight I think we should go out on a fine romantic night~
M!Reader : ......
M!Reader : Okay first, we've been dating for two years second, I'm pretty sure you already know the answer to that question....
Natasha : I didn't hear the yeeeeesss~
M!Reader : Sighs then chuckles yes I would love to go...♡
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Three’s Comfort
WandaNat x Male Reader (Modern AU)
Wanda’s mood took an ultimate rollercoaster ride over the last few days. She was on top of the world and now she feels at her lowest. You, her and Natasha had been so busy with the toddlers: Billy, Tommy, and little Maria.
And then Wanda noticed that her monthly schedule was off. She took a pregnancy test: it was positive. Wanda felt like she was on cloud nine. She couldn’t help but loudly exclaim and celebrate it with her two loves. She took another a few days later: negative. She did another: negative.
It crushed her to her very core. You saw your favorite witch shrink in. She began to wear her favorite luxury suit with the bunny ears, it was one of the gifts you gave her that provided her comfort.
Natasha also took notice and tried to be there for her as best she could.
“What’s wrong with Momma?” little Tommy asked you, his little voice dripping with concern.
“Momma’s just going thru a little sad time, bud” you tried to explain to your son.
“Can we make her better?” Billy inquired.
Natasha smiled at the twins, their little spirits, their little drive was such a reflection of their mother���s soul. You and Natasha formed a little idea in your heads in that moment.
That evening Wanda came downstairs to the familiar scent of paprekesh. The whiff of it lifted her soul ever so slightly. She walked into the kitchen to find the kids working in tandem. Little Maria was setting down napkins and the twins putting down the silverware. Natasha was readying the drinks. And you were working to finish off the dish at the stove.
“Hello our little witch” you smile and give Wanda a little wink.
Natasha hugged her second love, “evening detka.”
“What’s all this?” Wanda asked with a little smile.
“For you, momma” Maria chimed in.
“We want you to feel better” Billy added.
“We all love you, Mommy” Tommy added as he encircled his mother in a hug.
You and your entire brood enveloped Wanda in a hug, just trying to make her feel all the love in the world. Wanda couldn’t help but cry tears of joy.
“You all make me feel so much better” Wanda giggled. She kissed the heads of each of her three babies. And then she turned to you and Natasha. She kissed you both and just held to you.
Comfort. We all need some. Wanda found herself lucky that she had five sources of it: a family with two detkas and three wonderful children to call her own.
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The New Recruit.
wanda maximoff x male reader.
no warnings.
Steve placed a reassuring hand on the new recruit's shoulder. "Alright everybody, this is Y/N. He's joining us as our newest Avenger."
Y/N nervously surveyed the group of seasoned superheroes, a whirlwind of excitement and anxiety coursing through him. Joining the Avengers had been a lifelong dream, now startlingly real.
"So, Y/N, what are your powers?" Natasha inquired, stepping closer.
"I-I can read minds and teleport, ma'am," Y/N stuttered, suddenly self-conscious about his abilities.
A striking brunette approached him, capturing his attention. "I can read minds too; maybe I can offer some tips?" she offered warmly.
"Sure," Y/N replied gratefully, glad for someone he could relate to in the group. She smiled softly.
"I'm Wanda, by the way."
"Pretty name," Y/N smiled back, feeling a spark of attraction.
"Oh god, the hopeless flirting," Tony sighed dramatically, tossing his head back.
Wanda shot him a withering glare. "Shut up, Tony."
Y/N blushed slightly, embarrassed by Tony's teasing. "Well, I'm going to go unpack. Nice meeting you guys."
With that, he headed to his room, unpacked, showered, and settled into bed, eventually drifting off into a deep sleep.
The next morning, Y/N awoke to the sound of his alarm. After dressing, he made his way to the kitchen where Wanda was at the stove, preparing breakfast.
"Good morning," Y/N greeted her warmly.
"Hi Y/N. Did you sleep okay?" Wanda asked with a warm smile.
"Yeah, I did. You?" Y/N replied, feeling a growing comfort around her.
"I slept better than usual, surprisingly," Wanda chuckled softly, flipping an egg in the pan.
"That's good to hear," Y/N said, leaning against the counter. "Thanks for making breakfast."
Wanda glanced at him with a playful smirk. "Well, we can't have our newest Avenger fainting from hunger on his first day, can we?"
Y/N laughed, appreciating her light-heartedness. "Definitely not. I appreciate it, Wanda."
As Wanda finished plating the eggs, she set her plate on the table and motioned for Y/N to join her. "Sit down, Y/N. Grab some food before it gets cold."
Y/N obeyed, sitting across from her. He took a bite of the eggs and nodded approvingly. "These are really good, Wanda. Thanks again."
Wanda smiled warmly. "You're welcome. It's nice to have someone else in the kitchen who appreciates good food."
"Absolutely," Y/N agreed, enjoying the easy banter. "So, what's it like, being an Avenger? I mean, before I got here, it all seemed so... surreal."
Wanda paused thoughtfully, then met his gaze. "It can be overwhelming at times, especially when you realize the weight of what we do. But having a team like this, it's like having a family who understands. You'll get used to it, Y/N."
Y/N nodded, feeling reassured by her words. "I'm looking forward to it, especially with people like you around."
Wanda's cheeks tinted slightly pink, but she smiled warmly at him. "I'm glad you're here, Y/N."
Encouraged by her response, Y/N felt emboldened to express his feelings. "Wanda, I know it's only been a short time, but... I really enjoy being around you. You make me feel... comfortable."
Wanda's expression softened, her eyes meeting his with sincerity. "I feel the same way, Y/N."
Without hesitation, Y/N leaned closer, their faces inches apart. "Can I...?"
Wanda's reply was a gentle nod, her breath mingling with his as they closed the distance between them in a tender kiss. It felt like a natural extension of the connection they had forged in just a short time.
When they finally pulled away, Wanda's hand found his, fingers intertwining. She stood up, tugging him gently towards the elevator. "Come on, let's show the others what we can do together."
Y/N smiled, heart racing with excitement for both their abilities and this new chapter unfolding with Wanda by his side. "Lead the way, Wanda."
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Not now (male reader version)
Summary: You and Natasha are major enemies with benefits. You can hardly be in the same room together, let alone an elevator...
Content Warnings: smut (blowjob), angst, fluffy ending (you know me), LANGUAGE!
A/N: This fic is one of my favorites out of everything i've ever written, so I decided to make a male reader version :)) hope you like it! feedback is always welcomed
Word Count: 3.4K+
It had been a long, exhausting day. You weren't even supposed to go on any more missions until next week, but Fury decided to wreck your Friday and send you on your hardest mission yet. Your body ached and you just wanted to crawl into your bed as soon as possible. So when you saw Nat approaching the elevator, you silently prayed the doors would close before she got in. You just couldn't deal with her right now. Not now.
Of course, luck wasn't on your side today. Natasha slipped her slender body in between the doors just as they were about to close, joining you in the space that suddenly felt too small.
She smirked widely when you noticeably rolled your eyes.
"In a hurry?" she asked.
"Just tired." You dryly stated.
"Yeah, I can tell. You look like shit" She teased.
To be quite honest, you were fairly sure Nat hated you way more than you actually hated her, but you weren't about to let her know that.
You and Natasha started this whole enemies-with-benefits thing a while ago, and somewhere along the way, you started finding it harder and harder to keep up the hating game.
Sometimes you just wanted someone to talk to, to watch a movie with, to hold you after you'd a long day like this.
Admittedly, hating each other's guts resulted in some mind-blowing sex. Nat might be an arrogant bitch most of the time, but she was still the best fuck you've ever had, and you didn't wanna throw that away just because you were getting a little needy. So you decided to just suck it up and stick with what you did best, annoying her until she let you fuck her stupid.
And it had been working out just fine, but today you were so exhausted and she looked so good in her big comfy sweater and her tight black yoga pants. She had been growing out her hair lately and it was currently tied up in a messy bun.
You could barely look her in the eye, desperately trying to come up with a snarky response, but your brain failed you as the only thing you could think of was how good it would feel her nails rake through your hair right now.
She frowned, clearly confused and quite frankly annoyed at your lack of attitude.
She let out an annoyed huff and in one quick movement, her hand hit the emergency button, making the elevator halt.
"What the hell is wrong with you?" You snapped
"ME? What the hell is wrong with YOU? Did I fuck you stupid last time? What's going on?" She yelled.
Natasha had noticed the change in your behavior lately, and she didn't like it. Not one bit.
Her words made a blush creep up your neck and you silently cursed your body for betraying you.
You knew Nat thrived off your attitude. You were the only one who ever questioned her authority, it kept her on her toes.
She took a step closer to you and you immediately took a step back, not knowing if you could do this much longer.
Desperately trying to match her stern energy, you snapped back at her.
"Why the fuck do you even care?? Talk about being fucking cock drunk, Romanoff."
"That's what you'd like, huh, big boy? To get me cock drunk on that big dick of yours?" Natasha inched closer to you as you tried your best to ignore how hard you were getting from her voice alone.
"In your dreams, you fucking bitch" You turned around and hit the button again, making the elevator restart.
You felt her boobs push against your back and all you could do was stare at your shoes and pray to whatever was good and holy that this stupid elevator would just hurry the fuck up already.
Soft hands with perfectly manicured nails crept up the sides of your arms, while her plush lips left teasing kisses on your clothed back. The body heat radiating off her made it hard to think straight.
Gathering all your willpower, you softly shoved your elbow against her side, shaky arm pushing against her torso, trying to get her to move.
"Get off me, Natasha." Your tone almost had her believing you actually didn't want this.
Almost.
"Not until you tell me who shoved a stick up your ass." her voice was soft and teasing, tingling against the shell of your ear as she stood on her tippy toes.
She stopped the elevator for a second time.
"Natasha, I'm serious, cut it out!" You groaned, before pushing the button again.
"So am I?" she continued and her hand moved towards the button yet again.
"Would you stop?! You're acting like a child!" you yelled, trying to get the upper hand as the small metal cage rumbled.
The poor emergency stop must have been hit damn near a dozen times as you and Nat continued your pointless bickering.
Suddenly, the entire elevator shook and came to an abrupt stop, making her cling to your side for balance.
The lights flickered out and the buzzing noise that usually lingered around was gone.
You pushed Natasha off you and desperately tried hitting a couple buttons.
Nothing.
"Look what you fucking did!" you screamed at her.
"Me?" she yelled.
If looks could kill, Natasha Romanoff would be dead on the floor of that elevator right now.
A thick, deafening silence settled in between the two of you, and you let out a breath you didn't know you had been holding. Dropping your gaze to the floor, you let your shoulders hang, rubbing your hands over your face in exhaustion.
You turned around, staring at the buttons.
Fed up and extremely done with this stupid situation, tears started welling in your eyes. Fuck.
The emergency lights had gone on. You checked your phone. Of course there was no reception and it was late already, everyone else had gone to bed on their own floor and there was no way they'd hear you all the way from here.
"Perfect. Just perfect." You muttered.
Fresh out of fucks to give, you finally let the numb feeling you had been trying to push away all day take over your body. You slid down the wall, sitting with your knees drawn up and your fingers tangled in your hair as Nat just stood there and watched.
"Should have taken the fucking stairs," she mumbled.
Closing your eyes, you took a deep breath.
You were utterly exhausted, every muscle in your body ached. All you wanted was a hot shower and some sleep, and now you were trapped in this stupid elevator and you had to look at Natasha's stupid cranky face all night. Any other day you would have given her her crap right back, but not today. Not now.
Simply lacking the energy to be your usual witty and confident self, you let out an annoyed sigh.
"I'm so fucking tired." You finally muttered. If it wasn't for the deafening silence surrounding you, she probably wouldn't even have heard it.
Making eye contact with her was impossible at this point. And even if you had it in you to look her in the eye right now, the thick tears that started welling blurred your sight.
"Oh great, now he's fucking crying." Nat groaned, more to herself than to you.
You rolled your teary eyes at her typical arrogance. But when she took an awkward step closer, you pointed your finger at her.
"Don't even think about coming near me right now, Romanoff." You warned.
She smirked at the remark, finally catching a glimpse of the snarky man she was secretly so crazy about.
To your surprise, she moved closer and sat down beside you.
You glared down at her.
"You don't have to prete-"
"Oh, shut up." she cut you off as she cuddled closer to your side, dropping her head on your arm.
The smell of her hair brought you a weird sense of peace, which you welcomed nonetheless. There was something about her, about being this close to her. You couldn't put your finger on it, but it melted away your anxiety like snow in the sun.
A comfortable silence settled in between the two of you as you sniffled quietly, wiping away a couple of stray tears that had escaped your eyes.
She sat back up to look at you. You felt her eyes burning against your face but you couldn't bring yourself to return her stare. In all honestly, this was probably the most embarrassing moment of your life.
Clearing your throat, you pulled away from her.
"Alright, thanks," you said, before scooting a few inches to the other side.
As much as you hated to acknowledge it, being away from her even a few inches filled you with a slight cold, empty feeling. And you had to go against every fiber in your body not to scoot closer and ask her to snuggle up against you again.
"You don't always need to be such a tough guy," she spoke, making you scoff
"Oh, that's rich, coming from you."
To your surprise, she didn't say anything after that. She just cuddled closer to you again, clinging to your arm and she nuzzled her face comfortably against your shoulder.
A weird sense of comfort took over your body. That urge you had to be held and taken care of bubbled up again and you let Natasha fill that void. You knew it wasn't real. She didn't want to be here. But she was. And you were going to enjoy her warmth for as long as you could.
The intoxicating smell of his perfume and her body wash mixed with her natural sweet scent invaded your nostrils and made a heat run through you, warming you from the inside out.
You must have dosed off after that, because the next thing you know you felt your body being shoved aside, abruptly waking you from your slumber.
"Finally you guys got here! Her was starting to drool on my shirt." Natasha's arrogant voice spoke to Sam and Bucky, who had apparently found you in the elevator.
You knew it was too good to last. At least now you could go to your room and get some rest. Alone.
You slowly sat up, blinking the sleep from your eyes as you gaped at the three men in front of you. The smell of Nat was still heavy on you. Before any of them could say anything you scrambled out of the elevator. Running through the hallway to your room, wanting nothing more than for this day to just be over with already.
"Hey, wait!" Nat's voice sounded through the hallway as you looked for your keys, rolling your eyes.
"Oh for fucks sake, does she ever take a break?" you mumbled to yourself.
"Looking for these?" she asked, dangling your keys in front of you with a smug look on her face.
You groaned, reaching for the keys only to have them pulled away at the last second. It was quiet between the two of you for a beat, before you lunged for the keys again, failing miserably.
Okay. now you were pissed.
Natasha looked at you with a shit-eating grin.
"Come on, pretty boy." she teased, "come and get them"
Okay. Now you were pissed.
There was no way in hell you were faster than her. You knew it. She knew it. She just wanted to see you try. See you emberrass yourself even further.
And you actually debated it. For a split second, you debated it.
Nope.
Not today, Romanoff.
You were done. Done with this day. Done with these games. Done with her.
You scraped together every ounce of dignity you had left and turned around, walking away from her.
You got halfway through the hall before you heard her chuckle.
"And where are you going now, huh?" she questioned, obviously very amused.
"To sleep in Wanda's room." you simply said, not even bothering to turn around. You didn't need to see her face to know the grin had fallen.
"The hell you are." you heard her say, suddenly way closer to you as you heard her footsteps approach.
Before you could even comprehend what was happening Natasha yanked your arm back and walked you back down the hallway.
“What the-…HEY STOP” you tried to wriggle your arm out of her grasp but your already exhausted body just wouldn’t work with you. And perhaps your needy brain didn’t mind being held by Natasha...
Before you knew it you were being pushed into a room as she slammed the door behind her. You quickly realized you had entered a bedroom, but it wasn’t yours…oh no this was Natasha's room. You could recognize it from the scent alone…
She walked over to the bed and sat down at the foot of it, looking you straight in the eyes.
You stared at her from across the room, arms crossed, trying your best to appear stern despite the fact that the entire room smelled of her and it was making you want to crawl up in a ball on the floor, like a cat waiting to be cuddled.
"come here," she said, voice calm yet commanding.
"Bite me "
"I said come here."
"And I said bite me."
"If you come here then maybe I will."
You rolled your eyes but did as she said.
"Now what?" You asked in the most pissed-off voice you could muster.
Natasha saw right passed your macho behavior, knowing exactly what you needed from her. She grabbed your wrist and pulled you down onto her bed next to her before getting on your lap and wrapping her arms around your neck
"Now you let me make you feel good, sweetheart." her warm breath caressed the shell of your ear, making the hair at the back of your neck stand up as goosebumps started to spread all the way down to your spine.
She slowly pulled off her sweater and you groaned when you realized she wasn't wearing anything underneath, immediately sitting up to suck on her nipples.
A groan tumbled over your lips when her nails raked through your hair, gently scratching your scalp. Your hands touched every inch of flesh they could find, trailing up and down over her back, making her whimper.
Thoroughly enjoying each other's embrace, her impatient fingers moved down your torso and tugged at your shirt. Your lips curled into a smile against her to let her know he got the message. Within the blink of an eye, your shirt was gone and her lips were back on yours, devouring you as if you were her very last meal.
Your hands played with her tits as she started pressing kisses against your neck and down to your chest, pushing you back down on the bed.
"Stay down for me, handsome," she whispered in that low, sultry voice of hers.
She peppered your entire chest with soft, warm kisses, not leaving an inch of your body untouched. You laid back comfortably in her fluffy pillows and you felt your entire body relax. You enjoyed the view of her crawling down your body and unbuckling your belt. Natasha's plump lips moved down to your stomach and started kissing along the trail of hair growing down to your pubic bone as she pulled down your pants and boxers, revealing your growing cock. Her nails trailed over your skin sporadically, leaving goosebumps wherever they touched. Just as you noticed you had begun to smile to yourself, you got pulled from the cloud you were happily floating on by a sharp pain on your hip.
"AH!! Did you just bite me?!"
"'I'm a lady of my word."
Before you could scramble away from her, she licked a ferm stripe up your cock, all the way from your balls to your tip. You let out a low groan that quickly turned into a steam of moans as Natasha started bobbing her head up and down. She wasted no time, hollowing out her cheeks and swirling his soft tongue over your leaking cockhead, absolutely devouring you with all she had.
One of her hands reached down to play with your balls. Gently squeezing the soft flesh blindly while her eyes stayed focused on yours. She moved her hand to yours, guiding it to her head and throwing a wink at you. Your fingers quickly tangled in her hair as you pushed her down a little to take your cock deeper.
"Oh fucckkk...." you moaned, feeling your balls draw up as you got closer and closet to your peak.
Natasha kept sucking you off like her life depended on it as she moved her free hand down between her legs to play with her sopping pussy, messily rubbing her clit she started moaning on your cock. God she loved the taste of you, she simply couldn't get enough, it was making drip.
Both of your moans got louder and your hips started bucking up in her throat. Every square inch of your body was on fire.
Nat took her mouth off you for a second and stroked your spit-covered dick as fast as she could.
"Please, cum for me...m'so close..." she whined, making you realize she's been touching herself while sucking your cock.
"shit....please...gonna cum..." you moaned desperately
"Yeah? Cum down my throat while I cum on my fingers....shit..." she whined before taking you back in her mouth, immediately letting your cock slide deep down her throat as she choked on it.
"Fuck Nat I'm gonna cum!" you yelled, "You're gonna make me cum! You're gonna...I'm gonna...Oh fuck..fuck, please! Don't fucking stop...ah!"
And she didn't, she kept sucking your cock as she touched herself, and when her body started trembling from her own orgasm you finally couldn't take it anymore.
You came down her throat while she came all over her own fingers. You trembled and whined as she gently suckled on your cock, swallowing every last drop of your cum.
You tried to blink away your tears until they finally rolled down your cheeks, you tried to calm down your breathing as you layed there, trembling on her bed.
"What do you need, baby?" Natasha finally spoke, sitting up between your legs and softly stroking your thighs.
It took a while for your breathing to calm down, you didn't even know why you were crying to be honest. You just felt like you were experiencing a lot of emotions at once, and it was pretty intense.
"A fucking hug." you finally spoke.
Nat giggled at your reply before scooting over to sit next to you, leaning against the headboard.
"Come here."
Slowly, you crawled into her open arms, curling up against her into a ball with your head right against her bare tits.
Surprisingly, Natasha was very soft and sweet, not at all what she was usually like with you.
She rubbed your back and just laid there with you, enjoying each other's warmth and the comfortable silence that had settled in the room.
You couldn't help but let out more tears, softly sniffling into her chest as you clung to her.
"shhh" he whispered comfortingly, pressing a few kisses to the top of your head. "It's okay, l'm here. And you did so so good."
For the next few minutes, Natasha just held you, until you were ready to talk to him about what exactly it was that got you so overwhelmed.
After some time, you sat up and just looked at Nat. At her eyes, her nose, her mouth.
You leaned in and pressed a soft kiss against her lips.
"Thanks," you said.
"For letting you cum down my throat?" she joked, trying to get rid of some of the tension.
"For the care," you replied, meaning what you said.
She just smiled at you.
You didn't even know what to say. Never in your life have you expected Natasha to be so caring, especially not for you.
"Wanna shower together?" she suggested, leaving you even more stunned.
"Okay, who are you and what have you done with Natasha Romanoff?"
At first, she giggled at your reaction, but then her face grew a little more serious.
"I wanna be here for you for more than just fucking. The whole cat and mouse game was fun while it lasted, but seeing you the way I saw you today, so exhausted you could barely stand up straight. I never wanna see you like that again, baby. Unless of course, it's my doing." she added smugly before pressing another kiss to your lips.
"There she is again." you chuckled against her lips.
After some more kisses and giggles, you decided to accept Nat's offer and you took a long hot shower together, followed by some much-deserved cuddles and a movie you never saw the end of because you drifted off, with Natasha happily snuggled against your chest.
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