#mom!blackhill x reader

[upat4amwiththemoon]

Maybe could be considered a part 2 to Vigilante Shit but it would be Blackhill mom's officially meeting and talking to Kate. If you want more funny antics it could start with Kate seeking into R's room or something like that.

P.S. love your mom fics!

Vigilante shit | 2

Summary: Sneaking out to make out and beat bad people up.

Pairing: BlackHill x daughter!reader, Kate Bishop x female!reader

Warnings: none

Word count: 1424

a/n: blackhill <3 would recommend reading part 1

Tags: @thought-of-you-and-me @rafecameronswhore

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All parts: part 1, part 2

It’s been two weeks since Natasha and Maria caught Y/N sneaking back to her room after a vigilante mission she had with her girlfriend Kate. Which means it’s also been two weeks since Y/N has seen Kate, as her mothers thought grounding her was needed. It probably was, but she can still be annoyed about it.

Y/N is sitting on her bed, reading Jane Eyre with music playing from her phone. Her moms are downstairs cooking dinner for the three of them. A sudden clattering sound makes Y/N moves her attention away from the book. She looks around her room, but notices nothing moving or changing, so she turns back to her book.

The clatter can be heard again.

This time Y/N slams her book down to her bed, though not before putting a bookmark to the page she was in. She stands up and walks around her room, looking around for anything out of order. Just as her gaze goes over to the window, a small rock hits it, making a clattering sound.

With a frown, she looks out from the closed window. “Kate?” She mumbles, unlocking the window quickly. “What are you doing here?” Y/N whisper shouts, her head leaning out the window.

“I’m here to save my princess! Have you seen her? Her mothers locked her into a tower.” Kate giggles, her hands over her mouth in a cup like way to make sure Y/N can hear her.

Y/N scoffs with a grin, “come inside, idiot.” She glances between Kate climbing up the fore ladder and her closed door, desperately hoping her mothers haven’t heard the commotion. “You know I’m grounded, right?” She mumbles when Kate is finally inside.

“Yeah,” she kisses her before closing the window, “but I really missed you.” Kate goes to sit down on Y/N’s bed while looking at her room. She hasn’t actually been there before, as they tried to keep their relationship secret from Y/N’s moms.

She tries to act annoyed that Kate is endangering both of their wellbeing by sneaking into her room while her moms are home, but she can’t help but be happy her girlfriend is here. “I missed you too.”

Kate smiles, waving her fingers in a come here motion. As Y/N steps closer to her, she pulls her to her lap, wrapping her arms around the lower part of her waist. “How long are you still grounded for?” She speaks quietly, knowing her parents have an extra good hearing.

“Like another week, I think.” Y/N rolls her eyes, thinking her moms went overboard with the amount of grounding. “I’m also apparently never ever allowed to leave the house with you alone. So, you’re going to have to get used to hanging out here.”

Kate giggles, “I’ll live with that.” She tilts her head, suddenly dropping her smile. “Except I have to meet your parents before that, don’t I?” She frowns, her body tensing up at the thought of officially Maria and Natasha.

“You do.” Y/N hums, her hand going up to play with Kate’s hair.

“What if they won’t like me?”

Biting the inside of her cheek, she twirls a strand of hair around her finger. “They’ll like you..eventually.”

“What does that mean?”

“They’re just a but apprehensive of you after the whole vigilante thing.”

Kate groans, her forehead thudding against Y/N’s shoulder. “They hate me. I haven’t met them yet and they already hate me.”

“They don’t hate you,” Y/N cradles Kate’s head, “they just don’t like that we’ve been sneaking out to fight people.”

“Well,” she sighs, “I guess that makes sense.”

“You think?”

Kate gives Y/N’s shoulders a couple of light bites when she laughs. They start giggling together and fall down to the bed, Y/N on top of Kate.

During their giggling, that has gotten a bit too loud, they fail to notice the footsteps coming towards the room. “Y/N, the dinner i-“ Natasha stops talking as she notices her daughter isn’t alone.

“Mom!” Y/N jumps up, falling off of the bed in the process. Kate scrambles up from the bed, her eyes comically wide as she stares at Natasha staring at the two with a scarily calm expression. Y/N stands up, the three of them stand there in silence. “This is Kate.” She mumbles

“Maria!” Natasha shouts. “Come up here.” Her hands are crossed over her chest as she leans against the doorway.

Maria comes up, “what’s up?” She frowns, looking at Natasha with a questioning look, until she walks into the room. “Oh.”

“This is Kate, Y/N’s girlfriend and vigilante partner.” Natasha state.

“Is it now?” Maria takes a stance similar to Natasha, scaring both of the girls.

Clearing her throat, Kate offers her hand, but she doesn’t take any steps closer, so she is too far away to actually shake their hands. “I’m Kate. Bishop. Kate Bishop. Girlfriend. It’s nice to meet you, Mrs. Romanoff and Mrs. Hill.” She has a toothy smile, way too large to be genuine, though it falls when she realizes she’s still holding her hand up.

Natasha raises her brows at her rambling. “We know who you are, what we don’t know, is why you’re here while Y/N is grounded.”

“We-“

“Downstairs,” Maria interrupts Y/N from saying anything, “both of you.”

The four of them sit around the kitchen table, Kate and Y/N on one side, Natasha and Maria on the other. Kate is sitting unnaturally straight, hoping to show the two women that she is good enough for their daughter.

“So,” Natasha starts, “you two have been dating for a while.”

“And fighting crime.” Maria adds, making the couple shrink in their seats.

“Yeah.” Y/N mumbles. She’s holding onto Kate’s hand tightly, both of them clammy.

“That was totally my fault!” Kate suddenly shouts out, raising her hands, which ends up her banging her knuckles to the edge of the table, “shit, no, no, I don’t normally curse.” Her eyes are wide as she once again goes on a tangent. “I just mean, that, it was my plan to start fighting.”

Frowning, Y/N stops her girlfriend from talking, “no, it was both of our plan. You aren’t taking the blame for this.” She looks at her, her brows scrunched together.

“I don’t want your moms to be mad at you.” Kate whispers, though it’s loud enough for everyone to hear.

“Well, I don’t want them to be mad at you either.” Y/N whisper shouts back.

Natasha and Maria glance at each other, deciding for put an end to this before it goes on for too long, “we aren’t mad at anyone, so please, calm down you two. We just want to talk, set up some ground rules.”

“Like no fighting crime.” They calm down, Y/N more than Kate, as the latter is still incredibly nervous to be in front of the two women. “And no more sneaking in either.” Maria raises her brows as she turns to look at Kate.

“Sorry.” She mumbles, blushing under her gaze.

Natasha leans her elbows against the table. “We’ve been talking with Clint,” Kate perks up at the name of her mentor, “and if you two promise to follow the rules, we’ll start properly training you.”

“Really?” Y/N gasps.

“Yes, but,” Maria continues before the two can get too excited about it, “that means you two will not go out without one of us, the bedroom door stays open, and you’re still grounded.” She looks at Y/N.

“Uhuh, understood, we’ll follow every rule!”

“Every rule!” Kate echoes, quickly nodding, trying to hide her grin.

Maria chuckles while Natasha rolls her eyes with a grin on her face. “Alright.” Natasha stands up. “Go on then, go to Y/N’s room, keep the door open.”

With a giggle, Y/N stands up, takes hold of Kate’s hand, and starts pulling her towards her bedroom. They hug each other tightly once they’re inside, with the door open, and celebrate the potential of becoming real Avengers.

They jump onto the bed. “That didn’t go as badly as I thought.” Y/N smiles, leaning her head on Kate’s shoulder.

“It went well!” Kate wraps her arms around Y/N, pulling her on top with a laugh. “I love your moms.”

Y/N slaps her arm, “don’t love them more than me.” She grins.

“Never.” She kisses her, though it’s messy from all of their giggling.

[mviswidow]

strong and capable

Blackhill x daughter!Reader

Word count: 565

Summary: R is home from her first solo mission and her moms are so proud, though Natasha finds herself worried.

“Your mother is a little upset that you got hurt, but we’re very proud of you, kiddo. You did great work today,” Maria said, and you could see the truth of her words in her eyes.

“Thank you, Momma,” a smile crept onto your face. “I learned from the best.”

“That you did,” she replied as she dabbed a cloth with peroxide over the raw skin above your eyebrow. 

You winced at the contact and offered you an apologetic smile, “You get used to it.”

You scoffed, remembering the countless amount of times you’d seen her complain to Natasha as her wife cleaned her cuts, “that’s bullshit.”

Maria rolled her eyes, but a smile still played on her lips, “Don’t be a little punk, I was trying to make you feel better about it.”

You laughed as Natasha walked into the room as she got off the phone with someone.

Your mom walked over and sighed quietly, looking over where your face had been scraped or was bloody in various places before kissing the top of your head, “We’re working on your defensive combat this week.”

“Okay,” you nodded.

Maria looked to Natasha expectantly.

“And I’m very proud of you, sweetheart. Good job,” she smiled, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear.

You chuckled, “Thank you, Mom. I did my best.”

“I know you did, I just don’t like seeing my baby hurt is all.”

Maria finished cleaning you up, put some neosporin on the places she thought needed it, and kissed your forehead, “Good as new.”

You smiled and hopped off the stool you’d been sitting on, “Thanks, Momma. You guys down to watch a movie after I shower? Maybe Mulan?”

“Of course. You need some food in you, though, I’ll make dinner to eat while we watch, okay?” Natasha replied.

“Sounds good to me,” you agreed, before rushing into the bathroom.

When the door closed Maria leaned back against the countertop and pulled Natasha towards her, holding her upper arms. Natasha let her hands rest at her wife’s hips and took a deep breath.

“You need to be nicer to her,” Maria murmured, and Natasha nodded, eyes fixed on the floor.

Maria tilted her wife’s face towards her, “I mean it. Look how long we’ve been at it and how often do we complete a job without a scratch?”

“I know. I worry, obviously - I know you do too. I’m happy she wants to take after us, it just scares me because I know how badly this can go and god forbid-”

“Baby, stop,” Maria shook her head and ran her hands up and down Natasha’s arms to soothe her. “Our daughter is so strong, and so capable, okay? She graduated at the top of her class - I mean, we trained her ourselves. You have to trust that she can take care of herself out there. Let yourself celebrate her victories instead of worrying about what could have gone worse. You know we’re part of the reason she does this. How do you think she feels that you’re not over the moon about her success today just because she got out with a couple of cuts and bruises?”

“You’re right, I’m sorry,” Natasha sighed and put her arms around Maria’s neck, feeling her wife’s hands snake around her waist. “Thank you, my love. I’ll talk to her later.”

Maria kissed her cheek, “Anytime, angel.”

[smalls-words]

Too Rough

Summary: Based on the Bluey episode where Bandit plays with Bingo and Bluey, but plays rougher with Bingo than she likes.

Pairings: Werewolf/Pup!Fem!Reader x Werewolf!Mama!Natasha x Human!Mommy!Maria

Warnings: Nothing serious, just a bit of fluff. I guess you could say boundaries were crossed, but they are later established.

A/N: I have no idea what Bluey episode it is, but I saw it the other day and it made me cry, so... ta da.

*not my gif*

You giggled as you played with Kate, tackling each other safely whilst keeping ears and tails safe. Eventually, you grew tired and she noticed, coming over to you on the couch as you panted.

As soon as she began to lick your ear clean from her splash of saliva, you began to giggle. Your loud laughter brought the attention of your aunts, uncles, and your moms. 

Clint and Laura, one of the two human/werewolf pairs in the pack, had adopted Kate when her mother was sent to prison, her father already passed on. And with Clint and Laura being so close to your moms, she had begun to feel like an older sister, even though she looked nothing like your moms.

“Well, would you look at you two!”

A chuckle from your moms made your small tail wag. “Mama! Mommy! You’re back!”

You giggled as Natasha tackled you, tucking you into her as she rolled across the tiles. Her auburn tail matched yours whilst you had brown ears like Maria’s hair, your eyes like sparkling rock pools.

“How is my little pup?” Natasha cooed as she gently licked the fur of your ear back into place, making you giggle more.

“I’m good, Mama! How was the mission?” You asked, nuzzling into her as she stopped licking.

“It was very good. Your Mommy and Auntie Wanda are some of the best agents I’ve seen.” She praised, looking at her human wife.

“They are the bestest!” You exclaimed.

“Now, are you ready for some play time?” Natasha looked between you and Kate, which made both of you grin.

“Play time!”

“Natasha…” Maria warned her fast-wagging tail, both yours and Kate’s doing the same.

“Play time is in the playroom, remember?” Laura reminded Kate, who’s ears flattened slightly before she nodded.

“I’m sorry I forgot, Momma Laura.” She murmured.

Natasha scooped her and you up into her arms, gently kissing your foreheads before she walked you all into the playroom. The ‘playroom’ was actually an extension of the training room, in which it held much safer equipment that the wolves could always use to play with smaller wolves or pups.

Natasha put you both down and watched you run around a bit, jumping and playing on the little obstacle courses before Kate came over to her. “Auntie Nat, can you play with us?!”

“Sure, kiddo!” She grinned, coming towards you both.

You smiled at her and she gently kissed your ear. Kate suggested playing Wrestles, where the winner of the best wrestle gets to have a lolly later. Kate went against you first before she went against Natasha, to which the Russian played gently but firmly, winning convincingly.

“Alright, Y/N, your turn!” She exclaimed, pulling you into ‘the ring’.

You giggled as you circled each other, playful snaps and giggles between your wrestles. However, Natasha’s strength got the best of her and she played a bit roughly, making you give up and surrender.

“That was a good wrestle, moya detka (my baby).” She cooed, kissing your cheek softly.

She went back to playing with Kate and you came when Maria called you for lunch, smiling at the little pieces of chicken she’d cut for you. “Thanks, Mommy!”

“You’re very welcome, my little wolf.” She kissed your forehead before eating with you.

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When Lila and Cooper got home from school, another playtime session began. Clint and Natasha were excited to play with them since they didn’t often play, whilst Laura watched over as Maria and Wanda cooked a feast for dinner.

You giggled as Clint tickled you and played gently with you and Lila, whilst Kate and Cooper roughly tackled Natasha. Their shrieks of laughter and giggles sounded amazing, but you were much more happy playing with Clint at the moment.

“Alright, you, I have five more minutes before I have to go do some work, so it’s Mama-Pup playtime.” Natasha yanked you from Clint’s grasp and began to tickle you.

You giggled along half-heartedly as she flipped you and rolled you around, but you felt guilty that you were glad when it was over. Clint was with Lila and Cooper, calming them down from the playtime, so he didn’t see your flattened ears and your unhappy tail hanging low.

You bumbled along outside, sitting underneath the table shrouded with a tablecloth and curled up into yourself. You sniffled softly as tears sprung to your eyes - these big emotions didn’t come by often, and you wished you could tell Natasha.

“Who’s hiding under the table there?” A familiar voice made you giggle, your tail wagging slightly.

“Raaa!” You jumped out from underneath the table, exuding a laugh from Maria as you playfully trapped her leg. 

“Ahhh! You got me!” She chuckled, but noticed how your eyes were still brimmed with tears.

She knelt down to your level and brushed away your tears into the little tufts of fur by your ears. “What’s wrong, my little wolf?”

“Mama’s playing too rough with me.” You murmured, making her gently scratch behind your ear.

“Yeah, she does play too rough sometimes, doesn’t she?” She replied.

“Yes.” You nodded.

“Did you use your big girl bark?” She asked gently.

“No… because I don’t have a very good big girl bark.” You answered.

“Really? Show me.” 

“Ruff.” Your little bark was almost whispered.

“Oh, that’s alright. It just needs to be bigger.” She chuckled.

“Ruff!” You barked, which was slightly louder.

“Even bigger!”

“RUFF!” You barked, which sounded almost like a squeak.

“Whoa! There it is.” She grinned, watching your tail wag a bit faster.

“Now come on, let’s go find Mama.” She stood, taking your hand.

You came to Natasha’s closed office door, nodding to Maria when she asked if you were ready. She knocked twice and a few muffled words came through before Maria opened the door anyway.

Natasha turned to see you both, little stragglers of Kate, Cooper, and Lila standing next to you. “What’s up?” She asked, looking to Maria for guidance.

“You’re in trouble.” The three pups chorused smirkingly.

“No one’s in trouble.” Maria replied, her tone warning them to be quiet.

“Y/N just has something she’d like to say to Mama, that’s all.”

You shuffled over to Natasha, who gently picked you up and placed you on her knee. “What’s wrong, pup?” 

“Sometimes you play too rough with me.” You murmured, fidgeting with your little fingers.

Her face fell slightly. “Oh, Y/N, really?” She asked, to which you silently nodded. 

“Oh, I’m so sorry, detka. I didn’t realise. I think I just forget you’re a bit younger than your cousins.” 

“I’m only four.” You added.

“But Mama, we don’t want you to stop playing with us.” Maria looked between you and Natasha, even though you couldn’t see.

“I’m just gonna get better at using my big girl bark.” You shuffled closer to Natasha, leaning on her.

She gently lifted your head up to look at her. “Well, how about we practise?” She offered.

“Okay.” 

She held you in her arms as you all walked to the playroom, the three cousins watching as she came towards a big bouncy gym ball.

“So, is this rough okay?” She asked as she held you over the ball and bounced you against.

You giggled. “Yes, that’s okay!”

She lifted you slightly higher. “Okay, how about this rough?” She bounced you again.

Your giggles soared up the octaves, your body wriggling in her grip. “Yes, that’s okay too!”

Another sector higher had your tail slow in its wagging before she bounced you roughly. “RUFF!” You barked, to which you were met with a warm embrace and a few licks by your cheek.

“Okay, too rough. Now I know!” Natasha beamed.

“Thank you for listening, Mama.” You nuzzled against her, to which she rumbled softly and walked to the kitchen with you in her arms.

“Hey, Wands. Is dinner ready yet?” She asked.

“Almost. I’ve got about ten more minutes of simmering and then it’s done.” The brunette replied, smiling at you.

“Good. Just enough time.” Natasha muttered to herself, but you obviously heard.

“Enough time for what, Mama?” 

She didn’t answer you but sat down on the corner of the couch, curling herself up before pulling you into her chest. You curled up right against her, just close enough for her to look after you with a few licks here and there.

Soon, you were joined by the rest of the pack, all of them smiling at you before Maria brought you both a bowl of dinner. Maria fed you whilst you sat against Natasha, the three of you moving under one blanket for movie time.

Natasha gently kissed your tired temple as your eyes began to flutter closed, the feeling of your Mama and Mommy’s warmth guiding you to sleep.

[d-romanov]

hellooooo!

i’m wanting to get myself into writing more regularly so if you’re interested feel free to send me some prompts!

check out my pinned post for rules but i’m pretty chill about what i write

[writerslittlelibrary]

Ok so blackhill x daughter reader

So Natasha and Maria have been stressed lately and on a mission we keep calling them lil mama and mom (I don’t know which nicknames you want) and some agents (avengers don’t because they are used to) snicker about that. (Don’t get me wrong they love when we call them that no matter the situation and will beat up anybody who laughs at that but now due to the stress they can’t) so they kind of snap at us telling us that we have to adress them with respect.

Now the angst 😈 then some days after that mission we get kidnapped and HYDRA got a device that made us see that our mothers were torturing us. So we got tortured irl but saw that Natasha and Maria did it.

Then when they finally get to where we are (some time has to pass) we start to back up frightened and start saying things like “please miss romanoff please don’t hurt me more miss romanoff” (yk like begging but calling them that) and Natasha is startled and says “what did you call me?” So we get even more frightened and kind of scream “I’m sorry black widow I’m sorry please no more please” also when we are in the compound every time we see them we get duper frightened. And they have to make a lot of effort and rehabilitation to get us back to our past shelf.

I don’t know if this makes sense at all. I’m sorry if it doesn’t

-🦈

We are your mothers

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part 2

pairing: Blackhill x daughter reader

warnings: yelling, Natasha and Maria being stupid for a second, torture

genre: angst

words: 1370

a/n: I finally finished a fic, yay😎 hope you like it :)

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

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Going on a mission with your moms seemed exciting at first. You and Natasha had spoken about it a lot, and while she was unsure of you joining them, she was proud of you.

Two days in and excitement had died down, now walking on eggshells every time you talked with your moms. They were stressed. Very stressed. The past couple of days hadn’t been easy on them and they carried a lot of responsibility and had a lot on their plate. You tried to help them, but Maria had just ended up telling you to go somewhere else.

You knew it had nothing to do with you, but it still hurt.

To make the whole situation worse, people had been laughing behind your back, and sometimes right in your face due to the fact you called your moms by their names, mom and mama. The other agents made fun of it and you found it annoying but mainly ignored it. You knew they were just some stupid agents, you just wished they’d shut up. 

Today wasn’t any different. All of you were working on finding information, hacking into computers and trying to find out where Hydra was going to hit next. 

“Hey mama, I think I found something,” you said, typing something in the laptop while you tried to secure a location. You heard an agent snicker, and you knew Natasha had heard it too, but she seemed to ignore it. She walked over to you, leaning down to look at the laptop. 

“This proves nothing, y/n. Please take this seriously,” she said, walking back to your mom. You sighed in annoyance, and leaned back into your chair. 

“I am taking this seriously mama. Why wouldn’t I? I know it’s serious, but I really thought I had something-” “Well you didn’t, and you need to start being more respectful. We are not at home. Address us properly,” Natasha interrupted, typing something into her own computer. 

You looked at your mom pleadingly, but Maria just shook her head and went on with her own work. “You could’ve just told me that. No need to yell!” you replied back to Natasha, who looked at you really pissed. “Go take yourself for a walk, and don’t even dare coming back until you’ve remembered your manners!” Natasha replied angrily, and you could hear some agents snickering. 

You stood up aggressively, pushing your chair back and storming out of the room, ignoring your moms scolding you heard. 

You walked outside for a while, the cool autumn air helping to calm your nerves. You felt odd, though, but you couldn’t really explain it. You kept looking behind you, feeling as though someone was following you. When the feeling got worse, you reached for your phone, dialing your mom who, stupidly, ignored your call. You cursed yourself quietly, calling your mama, who, surprisingly, picked up. 

“What?” you heard your mama say, hearing the annoyance in her voice. “I think I’m being followed…” you replied softly, checking behind you again. 

“Where are you?” you heard Natasha ask, her voice suddenly sounding concerned and panicked. “I’m at-” “Hello? y/n?! Answer me!” Natasha yelled through the phone, but you were knocked out cold. 

Natasha immediately grabbed Maria’s attention, explaining what happened. The entire mission was thrown around, now solely focussed on finding you.

Meanwhile, you were being dragged into a van, which drove you to a Hydra base. You were still knocked out when they placed you into a dark room, strapping you down to a chair and quickly injecting you with a serum.

Once you woke up, the room was dark, and your mind felt foggy. You couldn’t remember what happened, but when you went to reach for your head you found out your arms and legs were tied. You panicked, frantically trying to get yourself loose but to no avail. Once you stopped struggling, the door opened, and two figures walked in.

You blinked a few times, not trusting your mind, before you realized it was your moms standing in front of you. “Mama! Mom! Please help me!” you pleaded with them, tugging on the restraints.

They didn’t move from their spot, instead who you thought was Maria lifted her arm, a strike hitting you in the face. “Address us properly,” she demanded, waiting for your answer. Your head swept to the side and tears stung in your eyes. “What?...” you questioned quietly, barely above a whisper. Another strike hit your cheek, this time Maria grabbed your hair, yanking your head back.

“Address us properly,” she demanded again, Natasha now stepping closer too.

You shook your head to the best of your abilities, tears running down your cheeks. “Mom please, don’t get it…” you cried, another slap landing on your cheek. 

It had been days, and you were beaten and bruised and barely alive. Every few hours, a guy would come to inject you with a blue serum. It didn’t hurt, but it made your brain feel foggy and made you see things that weren’t really there. 

Your moms had been coming into the room constantly, torturing you and laughing at you, making fun of you. 

You were terrified, but completely obedient to whatever they told you. You had been moved into another room a few days ago, this one with a bed, or rather a mattress, a very thin mattress, on the floor. Your ankle was attached to a chain, which was attached to the wall.

You were shaking and starving, your wounds hurting more than anything you’d ever experienced. 

Little did you know your real moms had been doing anything in their power to try and find you. They had gone over every possible Hydra base, skipping sleep and going through every possible file and document to try and locate you, and tonight, they did.

It was late when your cell door opened, and your moms once again walked in. “y/n,” you heard a relieved sigh, but you didn’t dare look at them. 

You kept your eyes on the ground, sitting up straight and keeping quiet, just like you’d been taught. Natasha ran up to you, laying her hand on your shoulder to try and assess the damage, but you flinched away from her touch, trying to make yourself as small as possible.

“Please…” you cried out. “No more… please miss Romanoff no more…” 

Natasha hesitated in her movement, making eye contact with Maria, who was slowly approaching. “What did you just call me?” Natasha asked surprised, and she, nor Maria didn’t miss the way that sentence made you flinch and made yourself even smaller. 

“I’m sorry Black Widow. I’m sorry, please don’t hurt me. I’m sorry, I’m sorry…” you cried out, tears violently streaming down your face. 

Maria tried to approach you as well, but you flinched away from her as well.

Natasha had tears running down her cheeks, seeing you so afraid of her, too terrified to even look at her. Meanwhile, Maria called for back-up. Soon after, Yelena entered the room, followed by Clint. Natasha was sitting against a wall, her head leaning on it as she cried soundlessly, Maria sitting next to her, tears in her eyes as well.

You were sitting across for them, still covering your face with your arms and you tried to shield yourself.

Yelena slowly approached you, her hands raised as she crouched down next to you. “Baby spider…?” she asked carefully, taking note of your form relaxing slightly as you heard her voice. “Baby spider it’s me. It’s auntie Yelena. Can I help you with your wounds please?”

Seeing as though you made no move to get away from her, she came closer, hugging you tight as she checked your wounds. You finally broke down, feeling safe in the familiar arms of the russian.

Clint helped Natasha and Maria, getting them up and then breaking the chain you were attached to. Yelena lifted you up, taking you to the Quinjet, while your moms were left in that room. They saw your terrible state as Yelena carried you away, and silently cried, knowing this happened only because they got mad over you calling them mom, knowing you’d probably ever call them that again. 

a/n: I might rewrite this ending or make a part two cause, yikes.

part 2

[arlana-likes-to-write]

Live Bait

Part 2 of Rescue by Lauren Daigle

Summary: After spending time with Maria and Natasha in Norway, they've decided to bring you to the Avengers Compound. Unfortunately, your life remains complicated and wild as you try to navigate living with the rest of the Avengers and the possibility of meeting your father.

Relationship: blackhill x daughter!reader, Winter Solider x daughter!reader, Avenger x reader (platonic)

Warning: mention of death, mention of Red Rauma/HYDRA abuse, anxiety, kidnapping, injuries, gun shot, gambling, angst with fluff,

Word: 9.3k

Sneaking back into the States was something out of an action movie and a bucket list item you didn’t know you had. Your face had to be hidden to avoid facial recognition from nearby cameras and if you had to speak with anyone you mimicked an English accent. It was high stakes but it was so much fun. Finally, you landed on the helipad of the Avengers compound. Your body was shaking with excitement and nervousness as Natasha and Maria completed their post-landing routine. “How are you doing kid?” Natasha asked. You knew you couldn’t lie to her right now. Your poker face wouldn’t be convincing.

“I think I’m going to throw up,” you admitted. Your leg was shaking, bouncing up and down. Natasha stood up from the copilot seat and walked over to you. She knelt in front of you, holding out her hands with her palms facing up. It was a new addition to your relationship with the Black Widow. You would place your hands on top of hers and you would keep them there until your emotions were under control. It helped you more than the breathing techniques. It grounded you. Your hands were clammy when you placed them on top of Natasha’s.

“Tell me what’s going on,” you liked the feeling of her hands. They were warm, calloused, and rough against yours.

“I-” you stopped and gave yourself a moment to collect your thoughts. “What if they don’t like me?” You whispered. She smiled, rubbing her thumb across the back of your hand. “And I want them to like me but I know I can be difficult,” you made yourself giggle.

“They are going to love you and if they don’t I’ll punch them,” you smiled, and your leg stopped bouncing.

“She may have a better punch than you, darling,” you looked at Maria. She was walking over to you. “They’ve been very excited to meet you.”

“My sister and best friend will be the first people you meet and you’ll meet everyone else when you are ready, okay?” You nodded, taking your hands off of hers.

“Okay,” you sighed. “Sorry about that. That was-”

“You better not say stupid,” she pinched your sides playfully. You giggled and stood up, walking with the couple to the ramp. The New York sun shined on the ramp and at the bottom was a blonde and a brunette You let out a shaky breath, put your best poker face on, and followed them. You stayed behind the couple, letting Natasha hug the blonde and Maria greeted the man.

“So,” the blonde said, you were surprised by the thicker Russian accent. “You’re my niece.” “I am,” you said, keeping your eye contact with her. Her eyes were a similar green to Natasha’s. “So you’re my aunt.” She smiled, and a fondness grew in her eyes at the title.

“I am,” she repeated. “My sister says you are kind of a badass,” your body heated up at the compliment. You looked at your mom.

“Are you talking about me behind my back?” She rolled her eyes, throwing her arm around my shoulders.

“I like bragging about my kid, sue me,” you smiled, finding yourself leaning in her embrace. “So my sister is Yelena and that handsome devil is Clint.” Clint rolled his eyes.

“You’re an idiot,” he deadpanned but his face softened when he looked at you. “It’s very nice to meet you. Why don’t we show you around?” The compound was amazing! You found the place massive compared to the RV you were living in. You were a little upset it took Natasha this long to show you this place. There was so much room for activity, you loved the gun range. The whole training facility was your favorite.

“Where is everyone?” Maria asked when you reached the end of the tour. You sat at the kitchen counter while Natasha made you a peanut butter sandwich. Clint sighed, pouring a cup of coffee.

“We wanted to create a divergent to ensure you guys got back into the States safely,” Natasha glanced at her friend. “They took the bait and the team is hoping they get lucky. They’ve been gone for 5 days.” Your mom placed the sandwich in front of you. You were hungry but the idea of people you didn’t know fighting to keep you safe made your stomach twist.

“They’re gonna be okay, right?” You questioned.

“Yeah,” Natasha nodded. “They’ll be okay.” She wasn’t lying. You sighed, taking a bite of your sandwich.

“Nemnogo krasnyy (little red),” Yelena said. You titled your head when no one acknowledged her. You pointed to yourself. She nodded.

“What did you call me?” You questioned.

“Little Red. You like?” It wasn’t the worst nickname you’ve heard so you nodded. “Do you want to play in the shooting range?” Your eyes grew wide.

“Yes!” You jumped off the chair. “Let’s go.” You followed your aunt to the training area.

“She better be in one piece, Belova” Natasha’s voice called after you as you both broke out in a run.”

*

After dinner with Clint and Yelena, Natasha found you lying on the couch with Maria. You were resting your head on Maria’s lap, watching a movie. The Black Widow slipped next to her girlfriend. She couldn’t help but smile at the sight. It wasn’t under the most ideal circumstances that her family was together, there was still a real threat to her and your life. But she was happy to have this time together. You shifted on the couch and pulled the blanket over you. “Do you want to go to bed, dorogoy (sweetheart)?” Yelena put you through an intense workout, you almost fell asleep at dinner. It was nice to see you smile and joke around with Clint and Yelena. She was excited to see you interact with the rest of the team. You groaned, leaning into Maria more.

“Wanna watch the movie,” you whispered. Maria chuckled.

“We can pause it and watch it tomorrow,” she ran her fingers through your hair. “Yelena put you through the wringer, didn’t see.” You sighed, flipping on your back to look up at the couple.

“It was fun,” you said. “But my body hurts.” Natasha laughed, pausing the movie.

“Come on, buttercup,” the Black Widow stood up and pulled you off her girlfriend. “It’s time to go to bed,” you nodded, rubbing your eyes.

“Night Maria. See you in the morning,” she said goodnight to you and you followed the Black Widow to the room they deemed as yours. You crawled into bed and Natasha pulled the blanket over you.

“Are you still nervous to meet the rest of the team?” Natasha watched you think it over. You sat up and put your hands out with palms facing up. Without hesitation, Natasha placed her hands on top of yours.

“What happens if the Avengers can’t catch him?” You asked instead. “Will I be hiding for the rest of my life?”

“That is a big ‘What if’ because we will stop him,” it was a hefty promise to make but Natasha wasn’t going to stop until you were safe. “You won’t be hiding forever. Once he is dealt with, you can do whatever you want. Your life will go back to normal,” you nodded but Natasha knew there was more on your mind. She squeezed your hands. “Come on, what else is on your mind?” You sighed.

“What is going to happen to him?” You asked.

“I don’t know,” she answered honestly. “Fury will probably want to speak with him to try to get information on HYDRA but after that, I’m not sure.” Natasha was conflicted. There were moments during training or missions when Natasha saw the man behind the monster HYDRA created. You nodded, removing your hands from hers. You laid back down and Natasha fixed the blanket around you. “Remember what I said, okay? I’ll be your shelter and armor. There is no distance I won’t cover to get you.” She pushed a piece of hair behind your ear.

“Okay,” you whispered. “Night Mom,” Natasha smiled. She was never going to get tired of you calling her that.

“Goodnight sweetheart,” the Black Widow kissed the top of your head. She stayed until your breathing slowed and you were fast asleep. She hoped you didn’t notice how scared and worried she was. Her small family was finally whole again. If she were to lose you when she just got you, she worried who she would become to get you back. But she couldn’t let those thoughts consume her. Right now you are asleep and safe. She only focused on that.

*

The smell of cinnamon woke Natasha up. She felt around in the bed and found the spot next to her empty and cold. Figuring it was her girlfriend in the kitchen, she got out of bed, put on when of Maria’s long sleeves, and made her way to the kitchen. Maria was engrossed in making French toast she didn’t hear Natasha walk up behind her. The Black Widow put her arms around her waist. “I could have cooked, baby,” she kissed her girlfriend’s shoulder. Maria leaned back in her girlfriend’s embrace.

“Fury woke me up,” she flipped the French Toast that was in the pan. “The team got back late last night. He wants to have a meeting.” Natasha stood next to her, pouring herself a cup of coffee.

“Are they okay?” Maria nodded.

“The usual cuts and bruises but they are good,” but the sigh Maria let out worried Natasha. “According to Fury, there is some tension between Stark and Rogers.” That wasn’t new. The due always seemed to be getting underneath each other’s skin. Natasha frowned.

“Did he elaborate?” Maria shook her head. “Cool,” she deadpanned, sipping on her coffee. “When’s the meeting?”

“20 minutes,” she glanced towards your room. “I wasn’t sure if you wanted her to be there.” Natasha sighed.

“I’ll go wake her up and ask her,” she kissed Maria’s cheek and sat the coffee mug on the counter. When she opened your door, the sight made her smile. You were still asleep, on your stomach with your arms hugging the pillow you were using. Natasha knelt next to you, a gentle hand on your back. “Sweetheart, wake up,” you didn’t. “Wake up.” You groaned, opening your eyes. You blinked a few times, your mind and eyes still laced with sleep.

“Morning,” you mumbled, stretching.

“Morning,” she smiled. “So I know it’s early but the team went back last night and there is a meeting in about 20 minutes. Do you want to be there?” You blinked at her, giving your brain a chance to process the information.

“Do you want me to be there?” You questioned and sat up. Natasha sat down in front of you.

“I want whatever you want. You can come or go back to bed,” you bite your lip and pick at the edge of the blanket.

“Can I stay here?” You whispered. The Black Widow nodded.

“Of course,” she smiled. “Maria is making breakfast so eat when you are ready.” You nodded with a smile but Natasha could see that you were hiding something. She wasn’t going to force you to talk and hoped you would come to her when you were ready. So, she stood up, kissed you on top of your head, and walked to the door. Before she left, she glanced at you one more time. You were lying back down, pulling the covers back over you. Natasha heard you let out a small sigh.

Gently, she closed the door behind her and rejoined Maria in the kitchen. A stack of French Toast was made. “She’s not coming,” Maria looked up from the report she was reading as Natasha took her coffee and a piece of French Toast from the top stack.

“Is she okay?” Natasha shrugged.

“I don’t know. I’m worried this is happening all too fast,” Maria nodded and closed the report. She rounded the kitchen island to stand in front of her.

“It’s gonna be a tough adjustment, we live with a cast of characters,” the redhead smiled. “But she is resilient and strong, just like her mama.”

*

When she walked into the conference room, it was thick with tension. Steve and Tony were on opposite ends of the table. “Romanoff, Hill, it’s good to see you both states side. Fury said. She looked at the team. No visible injuries. They looked tired, hell even Vision looked exhausted.

“Glad to be back,” she sat down next to Wanda. “What do we know?” Maria sat down next to her, placing a hand on her thigh.

“Yesterday the team had the opportunity to capture the Winter Solider,” Fury said.

“That dude can punch,” Pietro said, rubbing his jaw. Oh, Natasha knew the strength behind the Winter Solider.

“But it was not a complete failure,” Fury pulled up a picture of the Winter Solider. Natasha saw Steve fidget out of the corner of her name. “We have a name. His real name is James Buchanan Barnes,” Natasha’s head snapped to look at Steve but he refused to look at her. “Which until last night, we thought was killed in action in World War II.” Her head was spinning. She couldn’t believe it.

“Steve-”

“Did you know?” The question stumped her. Of course, she didn’t know. “I mean you could have known and not told us,” Steve finally looked at her and she hated the look in his eyes, like she was the enemy. “You have a daughter that we knew nothing about.” Her jaw clenched.

“Watch your tone, Rogers,” Yelena threatened.

“Oh cut the shit, Capsicle,” Tony said. “Romanoff lying is no surprise. She and Belova were trained for that but what what is your excuse?” The conversation shifted away from the Black Widow to the billionaire and soldier.

“This is different,” Steve tried to defend himself.

“Bullshit!” Tony slammed his hand on the desk. Maria squeezed Natasha’s leg when she flinched from the noise. “We find out your long-lost buddy is alive and the whole team is ecstatic for you. Turns out I overhear you and birdie,” he pointed to Sam. “That your buddy killed my parents and you weren’t going to tell me.” Oh. OH. The tension between the two now was explained. Natasha saw Steve clench his jaw. “FRIDAY, play it.” Fury stepped out of the way as the screen behind him began to play a video. It was raining and a car slammed into a pool soon a motorcycle pulled up. The Winter Solider rounded the driver’s side where Howard Stark was on the ground. He beat the man and placed him back into the car. The same fate was met for Maria. The video ended and the room was silent. “So,” Tony broke it. “What do we do now?” Natasha found it odd that after all these years the video of the ‘car accident’ surfaced but she needed to keep the team together, it was their only shot of stopping him.

“I didn’t know, Steve,” she kept her voice steady even though she was sure he could hear her heart pounding. Her green eyes were trained on the table. God, she wanted to avoid this conversation. “In there and when I was assigned to missions, he was Winter. Sometimes I could see the man he was before HYDRA got to him but then they would reset him and it would be gone.”

“Reset him?” Rhodey questioned.

“Reset him how?” Sam added. That godforsaken chair. Natasha could still see it, hear his screams in her ears. Maria gave her leg another squeeze, it was the only thing keeping her in this room.

“Sestra,” she looked at Yelena. Her green eyes showed her concern. Natasha sighed.

“It’s how they keep him under their control,” she looked at Steve. “Let me guess, he didn’t recolonize you,” the soldier nodded.

“He didn’t even recognize his name.” Her eyes went back to the table.

“Because he’s Soldat to them,” the name tasted vile on her tongue. “HYDRA has this chair. They would strap him to it and electrify him,” she barely heard Tony let out a quiet, ‘Jesus’. “If we went on a mission on Saturday, he would get reset on Sunday and in training on Monday he would have no idea who I was,” Natasha tore her eyes away from the table to look at Tony. “I am deeply sorry for what happened to your parents but it wasn’t him. Someone made him do that, he had no choice.”

“None of us did,” Yelena added on. Natasha saw Clint whisper something in her ear. The blonde nodded.

“So what do we do?” Wanda questioned. “They can’t stay in hiding forever and the longer he is out there more people are going to get hurt.” She was right. You were his mission and that meant he would stop at nothing to complete it.

“The most logical option is to set up a trap,” Vision said, leaning back and folding his hands. “So we can have control over all variables.” The Black Widow placed her hand on top of Maria’s.

“He won’t come out again unless it’s believable,” Rhodey added on. “It has to involve his target.” You. You offered to be bait but that was out of misplaced trust and anger.

“Sedlala by ona eto (Would she do it)?” Yelena asked.

“Ty khochesh’, chtoby ona eto sdelala (Do you want her to do it)?” Clint clarified. Natasha’s gut instinct was to say, hell no, and they could find another way. But she that every option would be covered.

“English would be preferred,” Tony rolled his eyes.

“I’d like to come up with another option before we use her,” she said, cringing at the way she said ‘use’. It made her think about her time at the Red Room. The Windows were seen as objected to being used. She sighed. “I understand you are putting your life on the line for a child you haven’t met yet.”

“Yet?” Same questioned, smiling. “So we can meet her.” Natasha nodded.

“Yes soon,” she said. “But thank you I should have said that sooner.”

“We are family, Nat,” Wanda looked at her then to Tony and Steve. “Sometimes we keep things from each other because we think it’s for the best but at the end of the day, we will always be there for each other.” Tony huffed.

“Yeah, yeah, put the witchy powers down, kid.” Tony stood up and made his way over to Steve, holding out his hand. “Let’s go save him, okay?” Steve looked at the extended hand to him then Tony’s face.

“I’m sorry,” he took it. “I should have told you as soon as I found out.” The billionaire shrugged.

“It’s in the past, let’s work towards a brighter future.” The previous tension seemed to evaporate and Fury informed them that they’ll have a meeting soon to come up with a plan. But the team deserved to rest. One by one they began to trickle out but Natasha stayed sitting, she heard the unspoken words Fury wanted to say.

Soon it was Natasha, Maria, and Fury left. The director smiled the closest thing to a smile. “I’d like to meet her,” he said. “If she’s comfortable with that.”

“FRIDAY, where is she?” Natasha asked the AI.

“She has gotten out of bed and is watching cartoons,” FRIDAY advised. “Should I inform her that you would like to see her?”

“We’ll come to her,” Maria said. “Let her know we’ll have a guest.”

*

A guest. That was all the AI said to you which gave you a heart attack, not expecting another voice. The door of the small apartment opened and you paused the show you were watching. Your mom and Maria walked in with a man wearing an eye patch followed behind him. “How was the meeting?” You asked. “Did they get him?” Natasha shook her head.

“But we did find something out,” she said. “I’d like you to meet Nick Fury, Director of SHIELD.” You stood up, whipping your hand on your pants before you shook the man’s hand.

“It’s good to finally meet you in person, kid.” you smiled.

“Nice to meet you, sir,” you let go of his hand and followed the group into the kitchen. You sat on a bar stool while Nick poured himself some coffee and the couple plated the leftover breakfast. “So what happened?” You asked.

“We found out his real identity,” Fury said, taking a sip of coffee. “His name is James Barnes, a-”

“Steve Roger’s best friend,” you cut the man off, eyes slightly wide. “I thought he was killed in World War II,” your mom raised her eyebrow at you. You shrugged. “I paid attention in history class.” It was your second favorite subject in school.

“That is what everyone thought,” Maria said. “Until the team confirmed his identity this week.” She sat down next to you. “Which has caused some tension,” you looked between the couple, asking an unasked question. Natasha sighed.

“Steve believes I knew his true identity and kept it from him but I didn’t know,” you frowned, seeing the truth in her eyes. But you saw the hurt too that his teammate lost trust in her.

“That’s not all,” Fury said. “Turns out the Winter Solider is responsible for the death of Howard and Maria Stark.” Oh. That complicated things.

“Well,” you said slowly. “I guess we have something in common.” The Black Widow snorted at your poor attempt at a joke. You smirked. “So to recap, the Winter Solider is James Barnes, Steve Roger’s long lost best friend who killed the Starks and is after me. This man happens to be my biological father, which I’m guessing the team knows?” You questioned.

“Yes.”

“Cool,” you mumbled, running your hands through your hair. “So what do we do?”

“We are working on that,” Fury said, pushing off the counter he was leaning on to walk over to you. You spun around in the chair to face him, keeping eye contact with his good eye. You kept your face neutral. He was reading you. The ends of his lip curled up in a smile. “You got a good poker face, kid.”

“So I’ve been told,” you said. “Now what do you want?” He shook his head.

“Nothing,” he said. Well, that was a bald-faced lie. “Not right now at least. We’ll be seeing each other soon.” He quickly left the apartment. You raised an eyebrow, looking back at the couple.

“What a weird dude,” you mumbled. The couple laughed. “This plan that is being worked on, does it involve me?”

“They want to set up a trap,” Maria told you. “So we can control every outcome.”

“But I told them that using you was the last resort,” your mom said. “And you can back out if you don’t want to do it.” You nodded.

“I know,” you were nervous. “If I can help I want to.” You wanted to help that was the truth. Each day he walked freely but you and others were in danger. That reality didn’t stop you from being scared. Scared for yourself. Scared for the team. Scared for Natasha on the possibility she would have to face him again. But were you ready? All your life you wondered and dreamed about your biological. Now all the answers were laid out in front of you and you weren’t sure if you liked it.

*

When the couple was done with breakfast, you helped clean up and you changed out of the clothes you slept in. “You don’t have to meet them right now,” Natasha said, opening the door for you.

“Well, I can’t stay locked away in my room forever like Rapunzel. Oh! That reminds me, we should watch Tangled. It’s my favorite Disney movie,” Natasha chuckled, rustling your hair with her hand.

“Sure, we can watch it tonight,” you fixed your hair before entering the common area. The Avengers were there. You found Clint and Yelena right away, the blonde offered you a small smile. You returned it. “Guys, I like you to meet someone,” Natasha got the attention of everyone in the room. Oh, there were a lot of eyes on you. Your mom introduced you. Wanda and Vision were in the kitchen while Tony and Rhodey were at the dining room table discussing something on a tablet. That left Sam and Steve on the couch. The blonde super soldier kept looking at you and then back to Natasha. His blue eyes would linger on yours. Tony whistled.

“You really said copy and paste with this one.” Before you could respond, a strong gust of wind spun you around and pulled you away from Maria and Natasha. A man with white hair had his arm swung over your shoulders.

“So this is the fresh meat,” he pinched your cheek.

“And this pain in the ass is Pietro,” Maria deadpanned. Pietro chuckled and sped off behind Maria.

“You love me, Hill.”

“Pietro,” Wanda warned. “Be nice.” He quickly moved over to Wanda.

“You do know I’m older than you.” You smiled, shaking your head. There was a set of twins in your class back in California. You wondered how your classmates were doing. What were they told when news of your parents’ death hit and you disappeared? How was Sarah or Agent Cruise? You made a mental note to ask Natasha about them. The conversation flowed naturally with the Avengers. They asked about your likes and dislikes and your life before all this. The anxiety you were feeling was melting away. Suddenly, Steve stood up and left. The room grew quiet as everyone watched him leave.

“What’s got his panties in a twist?” Tony asked. You looked at your mom and her eyes showed how conflicted you were. You sighed and followed the man, ignoring the call of your name. The soldier was by a pond that rested on the compound’s property. He was sitting on the deck, getting lost in the water. But you knew he heard you by the way his shoulders moved.

“Tony is wrong,” he said. “All I see is Bucky when I look at you,” he shook his head. “I can’t believe I didn’t see it before.” You took it as an invitation to join him on the bench. Out of the corner of your eye, he looked at you and began to laugh. “Sorry, I know this isn’t funny.” You smiled softly.

“It’s fine,” you told him. “Sometimes all you can do is laugh about everything.” You sat back, folding your hands on your lab. “I was lucky that I was given to a loving family but it didn’t stop me from questioning who gave me up. Can you imagine my surprise when I find out the Black Widow and Winter Solider are my biological parents?” He chuckled. You finally looked at the man. “She’s telling the truth, she didn’t know,” Steve looked back at the water. “But I get it. It’s easier to blame someone else in this messy world.” He sighed.

“I blame myself not Nat.” You hummed.

“Can you tell me about him?” You asked. The super soldier was silent. You feared you overstepped but you allowed the man to gather his thoughts. There had to be a lot of emotions running around inside him. He discovered his best friend was alive but at what cost?

“Bucky was loyal,” he began. “He protected me and everyone around him that couldn’t stand up for themselves. He was funny, kind, and my brother,” Steve looked at you. “I guess that makes me your uncle.” You laughed, pumping your shoulder against his.

“Can I be honest with you about something?” He nodded. You saw a stone resting on the dock and you stood up to pick it up. It was flat, a perfect stone to skip. Summers were spent by the water. You would spend hours looking for the perfect rocks to skip.

“I’m scared,” you said, running your thumb over the smooth surface before skipping it across the pond.

“Why are you scared?” You turned around to face the blonde and leaned against the wooden post.

“That you and the team are going to get hurt protecting me,” you admitted. “I don’t want that to happen.” He smiled.

“It’s our job,” Steve said. “We signed up for this life.” You frowned, walked over to him, and held out your hand. He placed his on top of yours. His was different, it was warm and rough.

“You may have signed up for it,” you said. “Doesn’t mean I want it to happen.” He closed his hand and squeezed yours.

“We’ll be okay, I promise.”

“Okay,” you were sure if you liked promises. Once upon a time, your adoptive parents promised they would always be around but now they were gone. Would they keep their promises to you?

*

“That’s it!” Natasha heard Tony yell as she walked into the common area. She changed out of the clothes she wore on her date with Maria into something more comfortable. It was nice spending time with just her girlfriend and Yelena said she would keep an eye on you. She wasn’t expecting to walk in to see you, Tony, Clint, Rhodey, and Sam sitting around a round table playing poker. You threw your cards down and pulled the ‘pot of winnings’ closer to you. The pot was candy and Natasha saw you had the biggest pile. “Your daughter is a cheater.” You looked at the Black Widow, a twinkle in your eye and you unwrapped a jolly rancher.

“You’re a sore loser,” you said, popping the blue candy in your mouth. “Come on let’s play again.” The table groaned as you divided up your pile. Natasha chuckled and joined her sister at the kitchen counter. The blonde had a few files and a bottle of vodka.

“How long has that been going on?” Yelena glanced at the table with a smile.

“About an hour,” Natasha poured herself a shot. “She’s already beat Steve, Vision, and Pietro. Those idioty (idiots) think they can win.” Clint gasped.

“I heard that Belova.”

“You boys know she can count cards, right?” Natasha questioned. It was your turn to gasp.

“I knew it!” You ducked as a smarties got thrown at your head and grabbed the chocolate bar in the middle. Your laughter was music to Natasha’s ears as you jogged over to them and jumped in the empty chair.

“Mom,” you whined. “I was winning. You’re supposed to be on my side.”

“I am, dorogoy. But we have to protect their egos.” You giggled and opened the candy bar. The Black Widow watched you glance at the folders Yelena was reading. Your eyes did a double take. “What is that?”

“I know that man,” you pointed at the picture. “He was at a few poker games.” Yelena closed the folder.

“These poker games,” Yelena said. “Where did they take place?”

“All over the city,” you told her. “Mostly at bars in the back room or warehouses.” The blonde looked at her sister.

“If we send agents to these locations we may find some HYDRA informants that could lead us to the Winter Solider,” she explained. “Do you think you can tell us where they happened?” You shrugged.

“I can try,” you said, taking another bite of the chocolate. “I was young when I went to some of them.” Natasha nodded.

“Run it by Fury,” Yelena cleaned up the folders and left to call the director.

“How was your date with Maria?” You asked once it was just you and her. The Black Widow smiled.

“It was good,” she enjoyed the one-on-one time with her but it was weird having dinner without out, even Maria said something about it. You smiled, breaking off a square, and handed it to her. Natasha took it. “Do you still want to watch Tangled or do you want to beat the boys again?”

“I will choose Tangled over anything.” Natasha chuckled, throwing her arm over your shoulders. You leaned into her embrace.

“It’s nice to see that,” you hummed in question. “Your smile, sweetheart, your smile.”

*

“Again,” Yelena ordered. You let out a shaky breath as Steve threw the metal shield. It bounced off the practice dummies and came towards you. You caught it the way Steve showed you, feet slipping slightly but you used the force to propel yourself forward and through the shield back. It took the same path as it traveled back to Steve. The super soldier caught it with ease.

“It’s fascinating,” you heard Tony say with a tablet in his hands. “She’s a mini Romanoff.” Yelena nodded and Steve threw it again. This time it was in a rapid session. Every time you caught it, you threw it right back and Steve did the same.

“Do you think Barnes and Nat could have passed down a version of the serum?” Sam asked. That was the theory they wanted to test after you outran Sam and could keep up with Steve.

“We won’t know until her blood work comes back,” the billionaire said. “But it does seem that way.” You let out a breathless laugh. It was another thing to add to your list.

“What the hell are you doing to my kid?” Natasha asked, entering the training room as you caught the shield for what felt like the hundredth time.

“Romanoff, come look at this,” she glared at Tony as she walked over to him. The billionaire showed her the tablet, her facial expression was unreadable.

“Stop using her as some science experiment,” she marched over to you, ripped the shield out of your hands, and threw it at Steve. “My pogovorim ob etom pozzhe (We will talk about this later). She glared at Yelena.

“Mom,” you said as she pulled you away from the other Avengers. “Mom,” you repeated. “I’m fine.”

“Sit,” she pointed to the chair. You did as you were told as she disappeared. When she returned, she was holding a first aid kit. “Does this look fine,” she held up your arm to show you the bruising. You didn’t have the heart to tell her that those bruises were the second round. The others already healed. She knelt in front of you, adding some cream to your arm.

“They are saying that you or Bucky passed down a version of the serum to me,” you watched the Avengers set up another training session this time with Vision and the Maximoff twins. Natasha sighed.

“Maria and I had a similar conversation in Norway,” you looked back at the Black Widow. Her green eyes were already looking up at you.

“How does that change things if that test comes back positive?” You whispered.

“It changes nothing, honey,” your mom said. “You are still my daughter nothing else matters.”

“But will that make me an Avenger?” Natasha shook her head.

“Just because you are different or special doesn’t mean you need to be an Avenger. It will always be your choice. I won’t or Fury or the rest of the team will not force or guilt you to join,” she gently ran her fingers over the bruises that were already beginning to heal. “When you get older and you decide you want to join the team, I will support you tenfold.” You connected your hands with hers and looked at the woman in front of you. In Norway, while the couple was asleep, you opened Maria’s laptop and searched for Natasha Romanoff. Quickly, you learned the things she was subjected to, and the horrors she faced to become the hero the world knew her as. Everything was not her choice. She was forced to become the Black Widow, forced to lie and kill, forced to have you, and forced to give you away. Her life choices were made for her, she wasn’t going to let it happen to you.

“Okay,” you smiled. “Thank you.” Natasha smiled and cleaned up the used medical supplies.

“Try to take it easy in training,” she kissed your forehead. “You’re gonna give your mom a heart attack.” You giggled.

“Yes ma’am. Be nice to Yelena. She made sure I was okay.”

“No promises,” she winked at you and walked over to her sister. You sighed, leaning back in the chair. What a weird life you were living.

*

Tony called you, Maria, and Natasha into his lab the following morning. He said that the test results were inconclusive due to him only finding fragments of the serum in your DNA when he compared it to Steve and Natasha. But the Black Widow told him that Widows were given different versions of the serum than the one they gave Steve. With this new information, a training schedule was made to prepare you. It was still uncertain if the Avengers were going to use you but you enjoyed training with people other than Natasha and Maria. Hand-to-hand combat with Steve, conditioning with Pietro (which you thought was unfair), and weapon training with Clint and Yelena. But your days weren’t fully spent dripped in sweat and your body aching, your mom made sure of it. You spent time with Wanda in the kitchen, played video games with Sam and Rhodey, and annoyed Tony in this lab. It was fun but you felt like you weren’t doing enough to help. The team met almost every day to brainstorm ideas, but they came up empty.

You were sitting with Yelena looking at the map of the city you grew up in to try to rack your brain where these poker games took place. You remembered a few spots; Ray’s Bar because the owner gave you sour candy and the warehouse by the pier because it smelt bad. You hated going to those games, the smell seemed to stay with you days after the game was over.

You sighed, taking a grape from the fruit bowl Wanda made for you. “What’s wrong Nemnogo krasnyy (little red)?” Yelena asked, continuing to type her mission request to Fury.

“It’s stupid,” a piece of cheese was thrown at your forehead. “What was the for?”

“Because if something is bothering you it’s not stupid. So talk,” You ate the cheese she threw at you.

“I feel like I’m not doing enough to help. I want to do more,” you slumped down into your chair. “I hate feeling worthless.” Yelena closed the laptop and stood up. You heard her approaching footsteps but you didn’t look at her until she was right in front of you.

“You are not worthless,” she said, kneeling to your level. “Your job is to stay safe. That is what the team wants, especially your mama.” You shrugged. Yelena tapped your leg. “What can I do to help?” Well since she asked…

“I want to read possible case files the Winter Solider has been connected to.”

“Absolutely not,” she said, standing up suddenly and going back to her laptop.

“Aunt Lena,” you called after her and was quick to follow her. “I know nothing about him. Wouldn’t it be smart for me to know everything I can?” She opened the laptop slowly. “Think about it. If you guys were to use me as bait it needs to be believable so for it to be believable I need to know everything about my target.” The blonde sighed.

“Your mother will kill me.”

“She won’t know I got them from you. I’ll blame Clint or tell her FRIDAY gave them to me.” She rubbed her forehead.

“Fine, I’ll get the files, okay? Just be careful.” You squealed, wrapping her arms around her neck.

“You are the best! Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!” She shook her head, chuckling.

“I know I am. Now get back to work,” you stood at attention, gave her a mock salute, and ran back over to the map. It was a start and you were excited! The possibility of reading case files made you feel like a spy, like your mom!

*

You called it an early night, claiming you were tired from training. Both Natasha and Maria seemed to believe it so you had time to read the files Yelena gave you. She was right when they said they didn’t have a lot and many of them were speculated that the Winter Solider was responsible. He was that good, that deadly, that feared that if there were witnesses no one would talk. Sighing, you bit down on the pen you were using. This was your father. Steve told you that he was loyal and protective but in these files, you saw none of that. How much did HYDRA get rid of? “Hey, sweetheart,” you jumped as the door opened and had little time to put the files away before your mom walked in. “What are you doing?”

“Nothing,” you squeaked out. She glared at you as she walked into your room. Natasha picked up one of the files and read it over. Then another and another until all of them were in your hands.

“Where did you get these?”

“I found them,” you lied. You hated lying to her but you wanted to protect your aunt. “I wanted to learn more about him so I went searching,” she sighed, rubbing her forehead. “I’m sorry.” Natasha sat down in front of you, the files on the floor but you refused to look at her.

“Can you look at me?” It took you a moment but you looked up at her. “I’m not angry, okay? I just wish you had come and talked to me about this instead of reading those. Those files,” she pointed to them. “Only tell one side of the story.”

“Steve told me about Bucky but I want to know about-”

“The Winter Solider.” She cut you off. You nodded. “Why didn’t you ask me?”

“I didn’t want to upset you. I know it’s a sensitive topic,” she gave you a sad smile.

“You could never upset me, okay?” She placed her hand on your cheek and kissed your forehead. She quickly moved next to you and pulled you into her arms. “So what do you want to know?”

“Anything you want to share,” in a similar fashion to Steve, she took her time before she spoke. You took her hand and began to trace the lines on the palm of her hand.

“He was Winter to me and some of the other Widows,” she began. “He was a strict trainer, very serious on missions, and quiet. Some days he terrified me but other days he was kind,” you heard the slight shake in her voice but you didn’t dare attention to it. “No matter what though he was extremely protective of me and the other Widows. If a mission were to go wrong, he would take the blame and accept the punishment.”

“Did you love him?” You found yourself asking. Natasha let out a shaky breath, you felt it on the top of your head.

“Not in the way I love Maria but in some way I did. In there, it was rare to see any kindness so when he should it to me I accepted it.” You spun around so you were lying on your stomach and looking up at her. You noticed her green eyes were glossy with tears.

“I’m sorry.” You said.

“Why are you apologizing?” You were sure but it felt like you needed to say it. Maybe you were apologizing for everything she went through. Did anyone tell her they were sorry? Sorry for taking you away. Sorry for forcing her to have you. Sorry for robbing her of her childhood.

“Just thought you needed someone to tell you that.” You whipped away that fell down her cheek. “Do you think I can sleep with you and Maria tonight? Those files were not child-appropriate.” A deep laugh was pulled out of your mom and you counted that as a win.

“Come on buttercup. Let’s go to bed.”

*

You were lost, unable to follow the conversation as you sat through another meeting to come up with a plan. Somehow Steve and Tony started arguing and your mom tried to stop them. Damn, your head was going to split open. “Enough!” Your sudden outburst got the attention of the room. You stood up from your spot in the corner and walked to the table. “You know damn well it won’t work.” Maria gasped.

“Steve doesn’t like that kind of talk,” you rolled your eyes at her. You looked around the table, Steve and Tony settled down in their chairs, and your eyes locked on Natasha. “Use me. I’m ready. I’ve trained, I’ve studied, and we know he won’t come out unless I’m there.”

“Sweetheart,” your mom pleaded but you held up your hand to stop her.

“I’ve thought about it, every possible outcome, and I know how dangerous he is. I mean I saw him murder my parents.” Tony mumbled, ‘Twins,’ under his breath. “But we have to stop him. The longer HYDRA has him the more people will get hurt. We have to save him,” the team was quiet, as they had a silent conversation with one another. But Natasha’s eyes stayed on you, afraid if she looked away you would disappear right before her eyes. “Come on guys,” you whined. “We got this! You are the Avengers, Earth’s mightiest heroes. You’ll protect me.” They were waiting for Natasha’s approval, no one was going to speak before her. You kept your heart steady and your poker face down so she could see everything. Finally, she sighed.

“I don’t like it,” she admitted. Then again who would? She was going to have to watch her daughter be live bait. “But she’s right, it’s our only option.” You smiled, nodding your head.

“How we do proceed?” Vision asked. “We must ensure the capture of Sargent Barnes and the safety of Miss. Romanoff.” You liked Vision. He was the only Avenger to call you, ‘Miss. Romanoff’, it made you feel more connected to her.

“Actually,” you raised your hand slowly. “I have an idea.”

*

“Little red,” you looked up from your phone. Steve was walking towards you with two men. The nickname seemed to spread once Yelena said it in front of the team. You heard it more than your actual name, it made you feel like a superhero. “I want you to meet some people.” You stood up and met the trio halfway. “This is Agent Brock Rumlow and Secretary Alexander Pierce.” You shook the men’s hands. You’ve seen them around the compound, a handful of times but you’ve never been introduced. “Agent Rumlow will be in charge of the SHIELD agents assigned to this mission.”

“I must say it’s a good plan. I was told you came up with it,” Pierce said. You nodded.

“Yes sir,” you said. “I knew the only way to ensure his capture was if it was believable and I was present.” Pierce smiled, you didn’t like it. A chill went down your spine.

“You’re a brave kid,” he said and the four of you began the walk to the conference room. It was the final meeting, to make sure all the Ts were crossed and Is were dotted. Rumlow trailed behind you, Pierce, and Steve.

“Are you not scared?” He asked. “The Winter Solider isn’t someone to be messed with.” You hated his tone but you brushed it off, there were other things to worry about.

“Terrified,” you admitted. “But I know all of you have my back,” Steve opened the door. “Right, Agent Rumlow?” You asked him, refusing to enter the room. He smirked.

“Right, Little Red.” Oh, you hated the way he said your name. You walked into the room and sat between Natasha and Maria. Immediately, your mom grabbed onto your hand and squeezed it. You squeezed it back.

*

With the plan in motion, you were starting to feel sick to your stomach. The busy New York streets were doing nothing to calm your nerves, even though you could pinpoint the SHIELD agents stationed around you. This was your plan after all. For the past few days, you were sending text messages to your ‘friends’ back home and claimed you hated living with the Avengers. You double-downed and said they were holding you against your will. Tony made sure your messages could be seen. Finally, a number you didn’t recognize messaged you and proclaimed they could get you away from them. A plan was made for you to sneak your way to New York City and meet at a cafe. Unbeknownst to your mysterious contact, the Avengers were in the loop. You would entertain the man until the Winter Solider made his appearance. As soon as he was there, you were to get to a predetermined location and a SHIELD agent would get you away from the fight.

You were given no coms. The only thing you were given was a bracelet with a tracker on it that your mom gave you. You sipped on your hot chocolate and played with the piece of jewelry. You wished you could hear your mom’s voice but you knew she was watching. So was Maria, Yelena, and Clint. “Hello,” you jumped at the sudden voice, hitting your knee against the table.

“Sorry,” you whipped the hot chocolate you split. “You startled me.” The man laughed and offered his hand. You shook it as he sat down. He wasn’t what you were expecting, glasses, long black hair, and tattoos. He chuckled.

“It’s fine. I can imagine you are on edge with everything going on,” you nodded as the man put a briefcase on the table.

“It’s been a crazy few months,” you admitted.

“Parents murdered by the Winter Solider and kidnapped by the Avengers,” you took a sip of your drink, it was still hot. “What made you want to get away from them now?” He asked.

“I just miss my friends,” your voice shaking was a good choice. You deserved an Oscar for this performance. “I miss my life before all this,” he opened the briefcase. “I want to go home.”

“I’ll get you home, sweetheart, trust me,” it happened rather quickly. The man reached for your hand and with his free one he had a small syringe. You had to admit it was ballsy, attacking in such a public location. But you were quick to pull your hand away and splash your hot chocolate on the man’s face. In his panic, you jumped over the metal fence and heard the man speak frantically in Russian, no doubt to the com he was wearing.

You got flashbacks as three black vans came rushing down the street, and innocent civilians dove out of the way. But you stayed, you needed confirmation. The man overcame his shock and jumped over the fence. He swung at you. You grabbed his fist and used his momentum to throw him over your body. With his back on the ground, you delivered a quick punch and he was out cold.

The vans stopped and there he was. An assault rifle was in his hands and his metal arm was shining in the sun. His eyes were glued to you as HYDRA agents poured down the street. You thought it was overkill but their attention was diverted when Tony flew overhead, blowing up one of the vans. That was your cue, you turned around and ran.

You thanked every conditioning session Pietro put you through because you made it to the alley in no time. “Little Red,” you sighed as you saw the SHIELD agent.

“Agent-” his name died on your lips as a gunshot went off and his body slumped to the ground. A hand went around your mouth before you could scream and a sharp prick on your neck made your eyes water. You tried to fight the assailant as he dragged you to a van, over the bodies of the other agents that were assigned to protect you. Whatever they injected you became too much, your eyes began to close as they threw you in the back of the van. The last thing you felt was them ripping the bracelet off your wrist before the world went dark.

*

You woke with a start. You dreamt that you were falling, screaming for someone to help you but no one was there. In the dim light, your eyes adjusted to the room, no cell, you were in. There was a toilet, a door with a caged window, a mattress you were lying on, and stood in the corner was him. The Winter Solider. You jumped to your feet and faced him. The sudden movement caused your head to spin but you remained standing. His eyes were cold, void of any emotion. If he knew who you were, he gave no indication. He looked at you like he was staring right through you. “Hi,” you squeaked out. God, your heart was beating so fast. Rattling against your rib cage. There was no way he couldn’t hear it then again you could hear his. You focused on it, the slow pace of his heart. You let out a shaky breath then another. Soon your heartbeat matched his and you looked at his face, half of it covered by that mask. There was a small spark in his blue eyes that quickly disappeared. He was impressed. “Where am I?” This time your voice was steady. Instead of answering, he closed the distance between you and him. You fought every nerve in your body that called out for you to run. But you stayed. Even when he towered over you and tried to force your back against the wall.

You were terrified, fear crept deep within your bones, as his eyes looked over every detail of your face. Was he trying to memorize it or find a memory? You weren’t sure. With his metal hand, he gripped your chin. You were surprised at how gently his touch was. “Who?” He grunted out, you almost missed it. Did he ask you who? What the hell was that? He could have added so many more words to make a thought. Instead, he asked you who? Before you could question him, the door opened and he was back in his corner. Four heavily armed men entered the room.

“Well, well, well,” you knew that voice. “Look whose finally up.”

“Rumlow,” you said as the SHIELD agent walked in followed by Pierce. “And Pierce.” What was going on? They worked for SHIELD, they were the good guys. Your stomach dropped at the realization. They beat you, you met someone with a better poker face than your own. You hated cheaters.

“The whore’s daughter is smart.” Rumlow chuckled. Your blood boiled but you had to be smart. You were given a losing hand and you weren’t ready to fold. Pierce held up his hand to silence him and stepped closer to you. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw the Winter Solider move. The rest of the room missed it.

“What do you want from me?” The man grabbed a hold of your chin, forcing your head side to side. Winter grunted in the corner, this time the room heard it.

“Looks like she has a guard dog already,” Rumlow teased. Pierce dropped the hold he had on you, your jaw sore.

“Welcome to the new world order,” he said. “Hail HYDRA.”

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Sorry! I know another part is annoying but this was getting really long. Good news is a lot of it is written soo I'm hoping to post it on Monday, maybe Sunday. Enjoy!

[natashaslesbian]

Hi! 😊

I don't know if your requests are still open but I am just going to leave my request here just in case they are.

So this is a Mama!Nat request where Y/N (kid, around the age of 6 or 7 if it's possible) celebrates her birthday while she's on the run in Norway with her Mama and Natasha tries to make Y/N's day as happy as possible, even managing to buy a cake for her daughter as a surprise alongside a new teddy bear.

I understand if the requests are closed or if you don't want to write this. Thank you so much for your time and I want you to know that I'm a big fan of your work! It's absolutely amazing!!! Sending lots of love 😊🧡

7 Laps Around The Sun

A/N: I absolutely adored this request and loved writing it, thank you sm! This isn’t proof read so please don’t mind any mistakes or typos :))

Word Count: 964

Parings (Mom!Natasha x Daughter!Reader) (Nat x Mason) (referenced to Clint and blackhill)

Warnings: none :))

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The door to the trailer creaked louder than ever. Why was it always when someone is trying to be quiet things make the most noise. Natasha pulled the heavy door to a close with one hand, the other carrying a large plastic bag of supplies. The redhead heard small shuffles from your shared bedroom and paused her movements, you must have settled again immediately as Nat didn’t hear anything else throughout the cold trailer. Norway was always cold but especially in late autumn, the widow would have to find another safe house to take you too, it was relatively safe here but the winter was fast approaching and Natasha wasn’t going to let you, her daughter, go cold all season.

A while later you stirred again, rolling over to mamas side of the bed. The mattress was cold beneath the sheets, it told you that Natasha wasn’t there. “Mommy” you quietly called out, eyes still shut and your grip tight on the purple baby blanket. Oh how you missed Jimmy, your beloved stuff bear, there just wasn’t any time to grab him before you left. you peeled your eyes open to the dimly lit room “Mamma” you called louder. The doors angle increased and your favourite person appeared “hey there beautiful, did you have a good sleep?” Natasha asked. You hummed and opened your arms wide for a cuddle. Mommy came and scooped you up tightly “happy birthday baby” she said as she tickled your belly. Today you were 7 years old, you felt so grown up, but this birthday was defiantly going to be different. “Thank you mommy” you said as you slid down her slender frame “can I have the chocolate cereal today? As I’m 7 now!” You begged at your mamas hip bone. Natasha had promised that as you were away from home this year you could have a special cereal as a birthday treat, she never let you have anything chocolaty before midday! It was the best she could offer until she laid sleepless last night with a new idea.

“I told you not to knock!” Natasha said as she opened the trailer door “sorry” Mason whispered “I forgot” Natasha stepped out of the door, making sure each lock was secure “ok, just sit here and don’t go inside, y/n’s a heavy sleeper so she shouldn’t wake up” the fugitive explained “I’ll be as quick as I can, there’s a 24 hour store about 20 minutes away so I’ll be like an hour tops” “ok all clear, I’ll be here”

“Actually sweetheart, I have a little surprise for you” your mama said. You eyes and ears perched up “really? What is it mama!” You exclaimed “come with me baby” Natasha said as she took hold of your small hand, wrapping her fingers around your knuckles. Mommy lead you into the main section of the trailer and you let out a loud yelp when you saw the array of pink and purple balloons gently rolling around the room in the dull wind. You looked up at the walls to find a huge banner displaying a sparkly ‘happy birthday’. You were truly amazed, when had your mama had time to do all this? “What do you think y/n?” Nat said “I love it! Thank you so much mommy!” You beamed. “You are very welcome darling” Natasha said as she hoisted you up onto her hip “but guess what?” You perched up immediately “wha mama!” You asked “there’s one more surprise, over by the fridge” your mommy said as she carried you towards the old grayed out refrigerator.

“Cake cake cake!” You exclaimed upon seeing the bright pink sparkly birthday cake, topped with sprinkles and a wonky 7. “I know this birthday is a bit different, but my baby girl always has a birthday cake, no matter what” Nat would move heaven and earth for you. “Wait mama look!” You said as you little feet pattered on the floor after escaping Natasha’s grip “a stuffy bear!” Just left of the cake was a light brown bear, tag still connected to its ear. “So there is!” Mama said, pretending she had no idea where he had come from “someone special must’ve left him for you” she didn’t like to lie, but Natasha just wanted you to have a little magic in your life “maybe uncle Clint?” You questioned “maybe, what are you going to name him?” You hummed for a moment “Peter! Because Peter is my favourite and I miss him” you said, a hint of sadness in your tone, Nat frowned. “That’s a perfect name”

“Who’s that?” You said after hearing three consecutive knocks on the door, Masons secret code to let Natasha know there was no danger. “Well if we’re going to have a party then we need guests” Your mama said as she opened the door to the strange man you’d never seen before “hello there y/n” he said, a little box in his right hand “is that a present?” You said, giving him mommy’s signature smirk “yes it is” Mason said, standing awkwardly at the door frame, his hand way too close to your mom “hey!” You said, alerting the two adults “are you mommy’s boyfriend?” You innocently asked, the pair stood in a slight uncomfortable silence, soon breaking into laughter “no, he’s not y/n” Natasha said as she came to scoop you up once again “then why is he looking at you the same way Maria does? Does he kiss you too?” Natasha couldn’t help but giggle, slightly sad because she was missing her ‘almost’ girlfriend. “Yep, she’s defiantly your daughter” Mason said, Natasha shot him daggers “is it cake time yet?” You said with a huff and a pout “yes baby, it’s cake time”

[griffin-girl-r]

Sexy back

Created: 24.09.2023

Finished: 26.09.2023

Edited: 27.09.2023

Age: 19

Word count: 1,806

Warnings: Mentions of mature content

Request: No

Pairings: BlackHill, Peter Parker x Female!Reader, WinterWidow (Past mention)

Song: SexyBack by Justin Timberlake

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"Hey, guys!" You shouted as you speed walked inside the living room "Have you seen my mom?"

The team turned their heads towards you and you saw the same look of confusion, that was etched onto your face, on their faces.

"We haven't seen her since breakfast." Steve shrugged confused "Why?"

"Do you think she might be out with someone?" You asked, looking from one person to the other "I can't find her anywhere."

"Now that you mention it..." Clint began, looking up at you "We haven't seen Hill in a while as well."

"Are they together?" Peter, your boyfriend, innocently voiced his questions "Like, in a relationship?"

"Maria?" You breathed out with a sarcastic chuckle "And my mom? Ain't no way, Pete. Maria is my godmother, for God's sake. She and Mama can't be together."

"Besides..." Tony smirked mischievously "I don't think Romanoff is into girls."

"I agree with Tony on this one." Bucky mumbled with his mouth full as he was eating a plum

"Papa." You sighed disappointed "Just because you used to bang Mama 20 years ago that doesn't mean she's still into men."

"Don't speak to your father like this!" Steve gasped "That's rude and unpolite."

"Oh, you know what, Uncle Steve?" You started walking towards him "You can suck-"

You stopped in your tracks when your ears suddenly picked up on a sound that was coming from somewhere in the compound and it was becoming louder and louder as the silence in the room grew.

'I'm bringin' sexy back.'

"Do y'all hear what I hear?" You asked confused, turning around on your heels toward the door

'Yeah!'

"Yeah." Everyone inside the room repeated as some of them nodded and the others stood up from their place

'Them other boys don't know how to act.'

"Is that a song?" Peter asked confused, making his way toward you

'Yeah!'

"I think so." You furrowed your eyebrows

'I think it's special, what's behind your back.'

"Come on." Bucky stood up from the couch "We have to see from where this is coming."

'Yeah!'

"Look, Mr. Stark!" Peter cheered excitedly "The song is agreeing with us."

Tony sighed and shook his head.

"You're unbelievable, Peter." Tony put his head in his hand

'So turn around and I'll pick up the slack.'

You grabbed your boyfriend's hand and hurriedly started to drag him upstairs.

'Take 'em to the bridge.'

A long line of people who resided in the compound were trailing behind you as you all walked up the stairs, the song becoming louder and clearer with each step you took.

'Dirty babe.'

"Is this coming from-?" You gasped, stopping in front of the door from where the music was heard

'You see these shackles baby, I'm your slave.'

"Natasha's room?!" Clint gasped and a smirk formed on his face

"I'm going in." You shook your head with a determined look on your face

'I'll let you whip me, if I misbehave.'

"Y/N, no!" Various people shouted

But it was already too late.

You opened the door with the speed of light and froze in place when you saw what was happening inside.

'It's just that no one makes me feel this way.'

The music kept blasting but it was all muffled in your ears as your brain tried to process what was happening in front of your eyes.

—

A pantless Natasha was lying handcuffed on the bed with her head thrown back, her eyes closed and her back arched as a shirtless Maria had her head in between Natasha's legs, working her magic.

"Is she..." Wanda, who appeared out of nowhere beside you, mumbled shocked

"Eating her out?" Bucky finished the sentence intrigued

"It seems so." Tony nodded, completely fascinated by the sight in front of him

"Mama?!" You shouted confused "What the fuck?!"

It was just then that the two women noticed the commotion that came from the doorway and turned their heads toward the sound.

The music suddenly stopped as both Natasha and Maria froze in their tracks.

A heavy silence settled over the room as you stared at your mother and godmother and they stared right back at you.

"Ummm..." Peter quietly began "Y/N?"

"Aunt Maria?" Your trembling voice managed to say "Mama?"

"Baby?" Natasha breathed out shocked

"Kiddo?" Maria mumbled, pulling her head back a few inches

"So this is what they meant by 'a family that sticks together.'?" You chuckled but your brain was still in shock "I'm not sure I wanted this level of stickiness!"

"Baby, we can explain." Natasha rushed to sit up, forgetting that she was handcuffed to the bed

"Well, I've heard of bringing sexy back, but I didn't realize it included bringing sexy back into the family photos!" Tony joked, completely entertained by the family drama that was about to unfold

"Well, I guess I can strike 'awkward family reunions' off my bucket list now!" Clint sighed, shaking his head while making a mental note to tell Laura all about this later

"Looks like our family tree has some interesting branches growing." Peter pointed out, his eyebrows shooting into his hairline

"I guess this means I should look forward to some really unforgettable family holiday cards." Bucky nodded, looking at Steve "Move over, Santa, it's time for some steamy mistletoe action!"

"Oh my gosh!" Tony spoke again, trying to make the situation as embarrassing as it possibly could be "I guess the 'god' in godmother must stand for 'goddess of scandal'!"

"Kid, look." Maria quickly sat up on her knees and covered Natasha's lower body with her shirt "It's not what it looks like."

"I get everything else." You mumbled, staring wide-eyed at the two women "But, why the shackles though?" You pointed towards the shackles that were keeping your mother handcuffed to the bed "Is that a kink?"

"And the music?" Steve pointed out

"Was it really necessary?" You continued

Both your mother and godmother opened their mouth to defend themselves but before they could, a sudden rush of sickness built up inside your stomach and you turned around towards your room that was right next to Natasha's.

"I can't!" You shouted, wrapping an arm around your stomach, before darting to your room with Peter hot on your heels

"F.R.I.D.A.Y.?" Tony laughed excited "I hope you recorded all of that." He told the A.I. before being interrupted by Natasha

Natasha let out a string of angrily mumbled Russian words as worry was written all over her face.

"What did she say?" Steve asked confused, pointing to Natasha with his finger

"Profanities." Bucky explained unphased, crossing his arms over his chest

—

"Sweetheart!" Natasha shouted desperately as she pulled at her restraints, trying to sit up "Y/N!"

"Kid!" Maria quickly sat up on her feet as she focused on following everybody else to your room

But there was one tiny detail that Maria had forgotten as she ran out of Natasha's bedroom.

"Maria!" Natasha screamed, catching the attention of the brunette commander who quickly ran back inside the room

"Sorry, babe." Maria gave the redhead a sheepish smile

"Open these!" Natasha shouted, pulling again at the handcuffs

Maria rushed forward, trying to open the shackles around Natasha's wrists but it took Maria three failed attempts to do so, as the key kept falling out of her hands.

"I told you we should have locked the door." Maria put her T-shirt on

"Where are my fucking pants?!" Natasha shouted back as she frantically looked around the room before spotting her jeans on the floor

"We messed up big time." Maria said, helping Natasha put her jeans on

"I'm going to kill you." Natasha threatened through gritted teeth, slapping Maria's arm before rushing to your room

"Hey!" Maria shouted offended, running after Natasha "You have to admit I did a pretty good job before we were interrupted."

Natasha rolled her eyes as she chose to ignore Maria's comment.

"I'm still hungry though if you're up for a second round later." Maria shrugged

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"I need more!" You shouted from the top of your lungs

"Y/N, this is the third bar of soap you used in the past 10 minutes." Peter worriedly looked at you as you were bent over the sink in your bathroom "I'm not going to give you a fourth one."

"Baby, open the door!" Natasha desperately knocked on the locked door of your bathroom

"Y/N, give us a chance to explain ourselves, please." Maria pleaded from beside Natasha

"My love, please!" Natasha kept pleading, her eyes full of tears "Open the door."

"You can't keep washing your eyes with soap, Y/N." Peter tried to reason with you "It's not going to help."

"I need to wash away that awful image from my eyes, Peter." You explained, splashing your face with ice-cold water from the sink "I need to delete what I saw from my mind."

"Honey, please!" Natasha's voice said from the other side of the door

"Why the song, huh?!" You cried out "Why this song?!"

"Baby, we made a mistake." Natasha answered your question "We're sorry!"

"What about the shackles?" You shouted

"That was your mother's idea!" Maria shouted back, before getting a slap on the back of her head from Natasha

"Don't listen to her, baby." Natasha said "Please, just open this door and let's talk from girl to girl, from mother to daughter."

"And godmother." Maria jumped in, gaining another slap from Natasha

"You're such an idiot!" Natasha told Maria

"But I'm your idiot." Maria pointed out, leaning in to kiss Natasha

"Fair point." Natasha smiled, ready to receive Maria's kiss when she suddenly pulled back as she heard your scream

"Ahhhh..." You screamed, trying to stop whatever was happening on the other side of the door between Natasha and Maria "My mother and my godmother?! Banging each other on music?! No way!" You cried out

"You didn't say the same when we did it the first time on music." Peter smirked, hopping to receive a positive reaction from you

"Don't you dare mention that in front of my mother!" You threatened

"You did what?!" Natasha gasped "Peter, you're dead!"

"Miss Romanoff, it was just once, I swear." Peter defended himself

"You and my little girl can't do that yet! You're still kids!" Natasha sounded angry now "I'm going to take this door down."

"Honey, no!" You heard Maria scream

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Maybe this wasn't the way you planned to spend your Saturday afternoon and, for sure, it wasn't the way you wanted to find out that your godmother was banging your mother, but here you were.

This day will forever remain in your family's history as a day of great embarrassment and hilarious jokes.

The day when you, unintentionally, discovered that your Aunt Maria and your Mama were eating each other's "cheerios" for pleasure.

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Blow out the Candles - Blackhill x Daughter!Reader

Hii! Could you write about teen who is nats kid, nat and maria have been together for some time and now maria wants to like adopt nats kid.

I hope you understand what I mean 😅 have a nice day ❣️

Also a post made:

I need a fic where Nat and Maria are together and teen reader is nats daughter and for her bday Maria wants to adopt her

Readers Age: 11 Years Old

Requests: Open

Summary: Maria, your mama’s girlfriend, doesn’t come to your birthday party due to work, the day after you hear a conversation between her and your mama that you don’t fully understand. Two days later you receive an envelope as your birthday present. And you couldn’t be happier.

@tynix I hope this is ok!

You first met Maria Hill before the fall of SHIELD when you were around seven.

She was a nice woman, she was stern and strict, but she was nice.

She was your Mama's commander. And she was surprisingly great with kids, something that the majority of the SHIELD agents and officials couldn't wrap their heads around. Tony Stark's jaw dropped to the ground when he had seen her interacting with you and four of Clint Barton's children, Kate, Lila, Cooper and Nathaniel.

You never understood the 'Hardass Hill' nickname she was given.

When SHIELD fell and after your Mama had avoided prosecution for the files she had leaked life changed, but not for the worst, well not really.

It was hard to get used to. Instead of your mom having her own apartment she took Tony up on his offer to move to the tower. That was the best part.

You were introduced to so many new people, all of your mama's team mates became your uncles, even. You loved it at Avengers tower.

The original six Avengers weren't the only occupants of the tower, of course. There was Helen Cho, Nick Fury, Pepper Potts and most importantly Maria Hill.

You didn't know what it was about Maria that made you like her so much, you supposed it was just because she was so damn cool.

You would even argue that she was just as cool as your Mama. Which you would never say to her face, of course.

A few times a week while you were watching TV in the common room Maria would come in and sit down on the couch with you along with a bowl of pop corn. She would place it in between the two of you. Now looking back it was clearly an act to win you over, and it worked.

It was an unspoken tradition by this time. You supposed that you were both friends. That made you happy. You liked being friends with Maria.

After two or three months of that, your mama started to join in, she would sit in between the two of you with the popcorn on her lap. This made the two of you sit closer to her.

When you were all in the middle of the movie 'Up' you noticed they were both holding hands. You looked up at your Mama, and then over to Maria, and go gave them both the traditional Romanoff smirk. It seemed your Mama like Maria even more than you did.

It didn't take long for Maria and Natasha to finally tell you they were dating, and you couldn't have been happier.

Today was the day you turned eleven, and you wanted to spend the day with both your Mama and your Masha, but there was one problem.

Maria wasn't there.

You woke up bright an early, which sent Natasha's plans to make you breakfast in bed out the window.

"Mama?” You spoke softly as Natasha placed your blueberry pancakes in front of you on the kitchen island.

"Detka?" She replied as she took a seat beside you, placing her hand soothingly on your back as she did so.

"Where's Masha?"

"Masha feels bad she couldn't be here this morning, malysh. She had some really important work to do for Fury"

You nodded. "Will she be back for my party?"

Natasha spooned nutella onto your pancakes. "| don't know, but what I do know is that she'll definitely try"

You accepted that. "You're staying here, though. No working today? Since it's my birthday"

She leaned in and placed a kiss on your crown. "Not even if the battle of New York was to repeat itself this very second would I ever think of leaving you today"

You wrapped her arms around her neck and she pulled you onto her lap, you may be eleven but you would never be too old for moments like these.

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Somehow your Mama had been convinced to allow Tony to plan your party (which was a surprise up until yesterday when Tony had excitedly let it slip)

It was a fun party (how could it not be Tony Stark had thrown it, he never spared expense on anything) an everyone had a great time, including yourself.

But there was just one thing missing, one thing Tony had failed to get but something he couldn't buy.

Masha.

You had kept telling yourself that she would show up, despite knowing that there was a possibility she wouldn't.

And it hurt a bit. But you were a big girl. You were 11.

You slept in your mama's bed with her that night. It had been early morning when she dragged you upstairs from the party when your eyes started to droop, you got dressed and hopped straight into her bed.

It wasn't unusual for the two of you to sleep in the same bed.

It was around six am when Maria arrived back to the apartment. She seemed exhausted, also.

But she tried not to wake you and your Mama as she got herself into sleep clothes.

But you were awake anyway. Some sort of hurt in your chest.

Maria got into bed on the other side of you, your back was to her, your hand was holding Natasha's.

She placed a firm kiss on the back of your head, afterwards going to pull your 'sleeping' form closer to her in what would have been a cuddle, but that was the last thing you wanted from her right now, she hadn't even wished you a happy birthday yesterday, hadn't asked Mama to pass on a messege and/or hadn't even left a card or anything.

You slowly slid away to escape her reach and wrapped yourself around your Mama, who pulled you closer to her, not understanding what was going on and wrapped her arms tightly around you.

You didn't see Maria's face, but for some reason you felt guilty and hoped that hadn't hurt her feelings too bad, you just wanted to prove a point

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The next morning when you woke up they were both gone, but the blanket had been pulled tightly over you.

You slowly got up, shivering as your feet touched the cold floor.

You walked quietly into the kitchen, with the thin blanket Natasha kept at the end of her bed around you.

"I really just don't understand why they keep fighting us on this! All they have to do is sign some stupid papers."

"I know but it's not simple, she's your daughter, Nat."

"I know but Y/N never wants to go to back Russia again. You know what happened to us there."

That perked your interest, they didn't seem to notice you at the door, so you hid behind it and listened.

"It's not that simple, she was born and... raised... in that country and she's still a minor. They still have a bit of control"

"Raised." Nat scoffed.

"Either way, very soon we'll get the turnout we want and her guardianship will be granted, and then we can have our own little family"

You put the pieces together in your mind because of that one sentence. Maria's words hitting far too close to home. You seemed to be misunderstanding.

"I think we could get a better trainer, too. She needs to know these things if-"

You stood at the door, eyes filling with tears and shaking slightly.

It was then Natasha noticed you.

"How's my eleven-year-old doi-"

"You're sending me back?!"

Natasha looked at Maria wide eyed and then back to you.

"What?"

"You're getting rid of me! You're sending me back to Russia! You're sending me back there! You don't want me anymore!" You cried.

Natasha almost jumped off her chair and raced in front of you.

"Y/N no no no no no!"

"You don't want me! Now that I'm older! They want me back there!!!!" You were breathing faster now, not really thinking clearly.

"Y/N stop it, we're having a miscommunication!"

Maria was making her way over to the two of you.

"No! You said you wanted to start your own little family! I heard you!" You cried, stepping back from the two women who were kneeling down to you, Natasha had her arms out. "You don't need me anymore! You don't want me anymore!"

“Sweetheart come here! Let me hug you, we all need to calm down!"

"No! You said that the guardianship would be granted! And you nodded! You're giving me back to Russia!"

"Bambina that's not what I meant." Maria said softly, "And even if it was, that's not how it works."

Natasha went to move closer to you. "Baby-"

“Now that you have your new life you don't want anything that reminds you of your old one, of there! That means you don't want me." You were spiralling now, your chest was closing in, it felt harder and harder to breath.

Natasha gasped, as if the very thought appalled her, but you didn't buy it, you weren't in the right state of mind.

"Y/N, you're the reason I got through all that! If it wasn't for you-"

"You're lying!"

"No, sweet pea, l'm not." Natasha put two hands on your shoulders, causing you to sob.

"Please don't send me back there Mama!"

Natasha's heart broke. "I don't wanna go back, they were bad."

It was Masha who picked you up and placed you on her lap.

The three of you sat on the floor of the kitchen at 10AM, and there was already a child who was hyperventilating uncontrollably and two adults who were both shook after the events.

Maria rubbed your back. Turning so you couldn't see the tears on Natasha's cheeks.

"I'm sorry I scared you" Maria murmured. "I could've worded that better."

You hiccuped and nodded. "t's ok, just don't send me back."

Maria gave you a squeeze. "Never."

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You were still startled an hour later. Natasha sat you on her lap while she sat in on the couch, you both watched Harry Potter.

You were both quiet.

"You're the best part of my life." Natasha told you. "Even the thought of not seeing you everyday, not having you with me, not having you safe and protected, it makes me sick, physically sick."

You nodded. "Я люблю вас."

Natasha smiled. "я тоже тебя люблю."

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Two days later you sat at the kitchen island eating your cheerios, what happened a few days ago still fresh in your mind, neither Nat or Maria spoke about it, which you were thankful for.

Maria entered the kitchen with files in her had, a usual thing considering what she did for a living.

She sat across from you, pulling out the box of cornflakes.

"I'm sorry I was so busy, bubs."

You nodded. "It's ok. I get it."

"It's not ok. I didn't get you a card or even a present."

"That doesn't matter, Masha." You insisted.

Maria smiled at you knowingly and waved the envelope she entered with. "So I guess you don't want this?"

You went to say something but quickly shut your mouth, making Maria have to suppress a laugh.

You didn't want to make it too obvious. But boy you wanted that envelope.

"I wouldn't mind. You already got it which I'm thankful for."

Maria snorted. "Here."

You tried not to be too quick in grabbing the envelope, but you were almost positive you failed.

You ripped it open and pulled out the letter inside.

Although your eyes darted to Maria once they scanned the document.

"What does this mean?" You didn't know wether to believe this or not, it seemed to be too good to be true.

*It means that me, you and your mama will be a real, legal, little family. Just the three of us. But only if you want this."

You stared at Maria for a good thirty seconds, although you could feel her getting more and more nervous the more you stayed quiet.

"Is this what you were talking bout with Mama the other morning?"

Masha nodded. "it is, Bubba."

"So... when you said that you and Mama could have your own little family. You meant the three of us. Not just you and Mama."

"Exactly, sweetheart."

"So you don't wanna send me back?"

"Never in a million years."

You smiled. "Can I call you Mumma now, Masha?"

Maria grinned wildly. "Of course you can, my birthday girl.

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A possible mom's!Blackhill prompt

The reader has been secretly dating and doing vigilante work with Kate. Maria and Nat only think about she's sneaking out to see Kate. Because of that when she sneaks back into her room one night kind of beaten up they patch her up while lecturing her about dating and being safe while doing vigilante work.

Vigilante shit

Summary: Sneaking out to make out and beat bad people up.

Pairing: BlackHill x daughter!reader, Kate Bishop x female!reader

Warnings: cursing

Word count: 1154

a/n: BlackHill moms woo!

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“My moms will kill me when they see all these bruises.” Y/N mumbles, studying her face from Kate’s car’s rear view mirror. She has cuts on her cheek and lip, and a clear black eye. Make up won’t hide these easily.

Kate cringes as she drives the car. “I’m sorry I pulled you into this.”

“It’s not your fault,” sighing, Y/N slumps to the passenger seat, “I wanted to do this with you.”

“Do you want me to come with you? I could clean your cuts.”

“As much as I’d love that, you know my mom would throw a fit if they saw you sneaking into my room, I haven’t told them we’re together yet.”

The car turns to Y/N’s home street. Kate bites her cheek, glancing at Y/N quickly. She knows she’s right. They don’t want to be seen together, especially now that Y/N is so clearly hurt. Her moms are incredibly protective. Daring in secret is one thing, but fighting against bad guys is a totally different thing. It’s something her moms disapprove of, knowing and having seen the danger in it.

Kate stops the car few houses away from Y/N’s. Natasha and Maria are both light sleepers, they would wake up if a car drove to their vicinity this late at night.

She turns to look at Y/N, who is takes off her seatbelt before grabbing her suit and other things. “I’ll see you later?”

“Yeah, I’ll text you.” Y/N pecks Kate’s lips and hops out of the car. She waves to her with a smile on her face until she can’t see the car.

Taking a deep breath, she starts walking towards her house. Her whole body is hurting. They did win, but it took a while. And they got properly hurt during the fight. The enemy was just a bit above their skill level, not like that has ever stopped them before.

Y/N throws her bag into her back, freeing both of her hands so she can start climbing the escape ladder up to her room. She opens the unlocked window and gets inside, after that she closes the window and locks it. Turning around, she throws her bag to the floor. When she finally looks towards her door, she yelps, throwing her hand to her heart.

Natasha and Maria are standing there. Both having their arms crossed over their chest, looking mad, until they see the cuts and bruises. Then they go to immediate worry mode.

“What the hell happened to you?” Natasha is the first one to reach Y/N. She starts moving her head around to see the extent of her injuries, while Maria outs the overhead light on. “Did Kate do this to you?”

“What? Of course not! Wh- how’d you know I was with Kate?”

Maria raises her brows, getting the medical kit from the bathroom. They have one in every bathroom cabinet. “You really think you could keep you dating Kate a secret from us? You sneak off to see her almost every night.” She pushes Y/N to sit down on her bed. “Now, tell us where you got these.”

Her face turns warm. Of course they’d already know she and Kate are dating. “Wewerefightingbadguys.” She mumbles quietly.

“Speak up.” Natasha frowns, grabbing a cotton ball and putting some rubbing alcohol on it to clean the cuts on her face.

“We were fighting bad guys.” She mumbles, slightly louder this time.

Maria and Natasha pause their movements. They stare at Y/N. She isn’t sure if they look more worried or angry. “You what?” Natasha asks, her voice eerily calm. Y/N knows that’s the worst tone to hear from Natasha. The I’m so angry I’m calm tone.

“You’re fighting bad guys.” Maria states. “Just the two of you?” Y/N nods. “With what weapons?”

“Kate has her bow and arrows, I have knives. And combat.”

Natasha rubs her forehead, closing her eyes and letting out a heavy breath of air. “Do you understand how dangerous that is?” She goes back to leaning the cuts. “You could’ve gotten a lot more hurt than this.”

“I know, mom.” Y/N mumbles, plying with her fingers. Her posture is hunched as she looks down. “I’m sorry. We just wanted to help out and prove that we can do the job.”

“You do the job after you train for it. This doesn’t prove anything.” Maria has started butting bandages on the clean wounds. “Not telling us where you are or going to fight someone without backup is very reckless. That isn’t how the job works. What if you got kidnapped? Or too hurt to move, huh? What happens then? No one would know where you are.”

Y/N’s eyes start burning while she listens to her moms lecture her. She never meant to worry them. Truth to be told, she didn’t really think about the repercussions, or what could happen on one of their vigilante missions. “I’m sorry, I really am.” She whimpers.

Sighing, Natasha puts down the cotton ball once all the cuts are cleaned. She sits next to Y/N, pulling her into an embrace, careful not to touch any of the bruises. “The most important thing is that you’re okay, you’re alive.” She kisses the top of her head. “But you can’t do this anymore, not without telling us at least, okay?”

Y/N nods, leaning against her mother. Maria puts the med kit to the side, sitting to the other side of her. “And if you really want to do it properly one day, you have to seriously train for it, with professionals.”

“With you?” She smiles, looking at Maria.

She chuckles, wrapping her arm around Y/N’s back. “Yes, with us.”

“Now,” Natasha leans back to fully see Y/N’s face, “we need to talk about Kate.” She grins when Y/N looks down, her whole face burning up at the mention of her secret girlfriend. “Are you two being safe?”

“Ew, mom!” Y/N pushes Natasha, though she barely moves. “I’m not talking about that with you.”

“I am just saying. It’s important to be safe and have a good hygiene.”

“Make her stop.” Y/N turns to Maria, whining.

Maria laughs, messing up Y/N’s hair with her hand. “Okay, okay, we don’t need to talk about that. But we do need to talk with the two of you before you sneak off to anywhere.”

Y/N groans, flopping down to her bed. She covers her face with her hands. “Get out of my room.” She grumbles, getting even more embarrassed when her moms laugh at her reaction.

“Good night, lovely.” Natasha pats her leg before standing up.

Maria follows after her. “See you in the morning.” The door closes, leaving Y/N alone to her room. She rolls her eyes, but still has a smile on her face.

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who you are is not where you've been

Blackhill x ex-hydra!daughter!Reader

Word Count: 1.7k

Summary: After a triggering nightmare about R’s past, her mothers comfort her.

Contents: hurt/comfort, dark nightmare, talk of kidnapping, angst, fluff, Nat and Maria being amazing adopted mothers

From this request.

the title is a reference to taylor swift's innocent

You raced after your target as fast as your feet would carry you. The young girl reminded you of yourself when you’d first been brought to Hydra. She fought hard and was determined to get away from you, but it wasn’t long before you’d cornered her in an alleyway with a dead end.

Her cries for help made your ears ring, and you would have given anything for her to just shut up. You could feel guilt weighing heavily on your chest. It was crushing. You were about to confine this little girl to a life of misery, just like your own.

Your body felt like it was on fire, every instinct you had was telling you to turn around and leave her there, to let her go, but you didn’t. You couldn’t. You pointed your gun at her as you dialed a number on a burner phone, giving the person on the other end your location.

The poor girl cried with all her might, tears streaming down her face. You felt like you were going to be sick. You wished she’d been able to get away from you somehow. 

She shrank back until she was against the fence behind her just when you felt a hand on your arm. You kept the gun pointed at her steadily as you took a quick glance over your shoulder.

“You’ve done it again, great work.”

You woke from your nap with a start when you heard a beeping sound. Your chest was heaving. You looked around to check your surroundings and your breath started to even out upon realizing you were safe on the living room couch and your moms were in the kitchen making dinner. The microwave had just gone off.

“Hey, sleepyhead,” Natasha came over when she saw that you’d sat up and were awake, running her fingers through your hair tenderly. “You knocked out at the end of the movie. How was your nap?”

“It was okay,” you nodded, avoiding her gaze. “I’m going to wash up before we eat.” 

You needed to clear your head before you sat with them for dinner. There was no way they wouldn’t be able to tell something was up and the last thing you wanted to do was to put your problems on them.

Upon locking the door to the bathroom, your eyes began to tear up. You groaned quietly and pressed the heels of your hands to your shut eyes, willing yourself not to cry. You did your best to steady your breathing and stay quiet, but it wasn’t long before you were choking back sobs while sitting on the cold tile floor.

Your dreams were often plagued by the haunting memories of your past, being controlled by Hydra since your early childhood. You were horrified by what you were capable of. It pained you to think that you had subjected kids to being tormented and ruined their lives. They hadn’t done anything to deserve that. And it was often difficult to convince yourself that you deserved to live in the loving household that you now did, because how could you when many of the kids you’d been assigned to capture probably still worked for Hydra?

Your eyes shot open when you heard a quiet knock on the door. You bit down on one of your knuckles, trying to stifle the sob threatening to leave your throat. 

“You alright, kiddo?” Maria’s voice sounded.

You didn’t say anything out of fear of embarrassing yourself, afraid of whatever noise would come out.

“Can I come in?”

She took the sound of the door unlocking as a ‘yes’ and opened it slowly, sitting down beside you.

“What’s wrong, hm?” she murmured, putting her strong arm around your shoulders.

You turned into her embrace, wrapping your arms around her waist as tightly as you could while your body racked with sobs. 

Maria held you close and pressed a kiss to the top of your head, “I’m right here, sweetheart.”

Natasha’s footsteps went unheard but she made herself known when she put a gentle hand on your back, doing her best to help soothe you. 

Your tears fell freely, but the presence of your mothers was beginning to make you feel better. You were getting ahold of your breathing, matching yours to Maria’s.

Once you were calmer, you moved yourself to sit up with your back to the wall and Natasha was now in front of you, tutting when she saw your tear-stained face and your nose red from crying, “What’s got you so upset, honey?” she asked as she leaned forward to wipe your tears away with her thumbs.

You took a couple of breaths before attempting to respond to her, and while you did so, you realized not many people would be able to understand your feelings the way she might. 

“How did… how did you forgive yourself?” Your voice broke as you spoke, fresh tears beginning to fall. “After everything I’ve done,” you shook your head. “I don’t deserve - I can’t - I’m a monster -”

“No, hey,” Natasha took your hand in hers before speaking softly, “You’re working yourself up again. Please don’t talk like that.” 

You put your head down and pinched the bridge of your nose as Natasha sat in shock for a couple of seconds, surprised by your question.

It wasn’t often that the Black Widow cried, but as she saw you in your distress, reminding her so much of herself, she couldn’t help it when her eyes started watering.

She looked to her wife for a moment, and when their eyes met, it was clear they were thinking the same thing. Maria could not count the number of times she’d heard Natasha describe herself as a monster.

There were many nights Maria had held Natasha as she cried, feeling like she could never make up for everything she had done. She still felt that way sometimes. Like nothing could be enough for all the lives she’d taken or destroyed.

But you? You might be enough. Natasha felt more sure of that every day. The love she had for you consumed her. It came with an innate need to protect you. Getting to love you felt like healing from her past, something she once never thought she’d feel.

You had a long emotional journey ahead of you in order to come to terms with the reality, which was that you were a victim of circumstance, just like Natasha was. Neither of you asked for the hand of cards you were dealt, but you had to play them.

“Why don’t we go to the couch and talk about this there? Let’s get you off the floor,” the redhead suggested, helping you up.

As you made your way to the couch with Natasha, Maria went to the fridge and brought you water, which you took gratefully. 

You sat between your mothers, busying yourself by fidgeting with the edges of the blanket, not feeling too inclined to look at them while you felt so vulnerable, preparing yourself to start speaking. “I have a lot of dreams about my time being controlled by Hydra, some can be really bad.”

Your mind raced as you mulled over how much you were going to tell them. You hadn’t spoken very much about what happened to you while you were being controlled by Hydra. You figured they knew enough from reading your file and Natasha being there when you were taken into custody by SHIELD. 

Still, there was a lot you didn’t want them to know. You were ashamed of yourself and terrified that they may not look at you the same way after they knew what you’d decided to tell them.

“I was mostly assigned to kidnappings for Hydra,” A lump grew in your throat as you spoke. “I was having a nightmare about this one girl named Marcy, she was the youngest target I ever had. She was also the last.” You could feel the anxiety you were having in every part of your body. You weren’t sure what you expected them to say but the longer they said nothing the more anxious you became. 

“You aren’t going to start forgiving yourself until you’re able to acknowledge that what happened was not all your fault,” Natasha finally said, which made your brow furrow.

When you didn’t say anything, she continued, “You know you didn’t do any of the things you did because of your own volition. Hydra was using a formula very similar to the one the Red Room utilized. You weren’t able to make any decisions yourself. Until you’re able to let up on yourself and come to accept this, you won't be forgiving yourself anytime soon.”

You stayed silent for a couple of seconds before nodding, “I’ve never not blamed myself.”

Natasha offered a soft smile, “I know how that feels. It took me a very long time to get to where I am now. And a lot of help from Maria.”

“And you have both of us every step of the way,” Maria chimed in.

Your eyes watered as the corners of your lips turned up, “Thank you. I love you guys so much.”

Natasha pulled you in for a hug and it seemed like she needed it almost as much as you did, “We love you too. More than you know.”

When you pulled away you turned and hugged Maria, “Thanks for finding me.”

The brunette shrugged with a soft smile, “Of course. But next time why don’t you let us know when something’s bothering you? You scared us there.”

“I’ll try my best. I’m still getting used to the whole asking for help thing. I’m sorry.”

“Ehh, that’s alright. We both know what it’s like to be a little emotionally stunted,” Maria snickered. 

Natasha rolled her eyes and playfully kicked Maria’s shin, pretending to be annoyed by her comment as you laughed.

Everything was going to be okay.

[smalls-words]

Blackhill Masterlist

Fluff

Angst

Hurt/Comfort

Holy Trinity

AgeRe/Child

Too Rough - Werewolf/Pup!Fem!Reader

[ynscrazylife]

in my blackhill x daughter!reader hcs, i left off that y/n had become an agent for SWORD and that her moms had freaked when they learned her experience in westview. would anyone want a story about that, where blackhill + avengers + shield people get protective? (they’d probably be mad at wanda)

[writerslittlelibrary]

He started it

masterlist

summary: when a guy in school gets really handsy with you, you break his nose, yet your moms don’t see it that way

pairing: Blackhill x reader

warnings: yelling, disgusting man

genre: fluff, angst

words: 1143

a/n: I forgot to post this and I feel so bad because I said I was gonna post it yesterday 🥲, so sorry @nattynatoosh for the false promise 🫣

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

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You’re not even sure how it happened. At one point, you were grabbing some books from your locker, and the next, you were sitting in the principal's office.

You were a great kid. You had amazing grades and were outstanding in all your classes. You were the kid every parent would want to have, and Maria and Natasha never hesitated to talk about your great skill and achievements.

You could see the principal looking at you with pure disappointment. “You’re not like this…” you can still hear him saying when the boy told him the story. His story.

You hadn’t said a word. You knew that whatever you said, would just make it worse. If you started talking, you’d quickly lose your temper and you would either be yelling or crying, or both. So you kept your mouth shut. You were waiting for your moms to get there. Surely they would understand and help you. 

When your moms did come in, you could see the steam basically coming from Natasha’s ears. She was furious, and everyone in the room noticed it. 

Maria followed her, looking way more collected than Natasha was. She was always better with handling stressful situations, especially if it was about you. Maria stood behind you, placing a hand on your shoulder while Natasha sat besides you. The parents of the boy were already there, and from the looks of it they were real entitled rich people. 

The mother was crying, and the dad was almost as furious as Natasha, though you’re not sure that’s a possibility. “She hit my baby boy,” the mother cried. “She broke his nose,” she continued sniffling, and you had to stop yourself from rolling your eyes. 

Natasha looked at her unimpressed, and then at you. “Is that true?” she asked, and you shook your head. “Yes it is!” the boy yelled from beside you, and you sighed. 

You weren’t going to say anything. You didn’t want to give that to them.

“Well, according to the state both of the kids are in, it’s obvious who’s telling the truth. I suggest a former apology for y/n, and a three week suspension,” the principal suggested, and the mother let out a sob. "Suspension?! She should be in jail for what she did to my boy!” she yelled at the principal, and you heard Maria let out a sigh while she gently squeezed your shoulder. 

“Ma’am, jail is a bit harsh for a situation like this, and with the record y/n holds, I really don’t feel a harsh punishment like that is necessary,” the principal said calmly, trying to calm the woman down. 

“And you? You’re not just going to let her get away with it are you?” the woman asked your moms, looking at them with anger.

You’re moms assured you’d be punished. Your phone would get taken and you’d get some extra chores at home. 

Once the woman finally settled, Natasha pulled you up from the chair and led you to the car. With the grip she had on your arm, you could feel she was still angry. She opened the door and pushed you inside, a little rougher than necessary. 

You sat quietly. You didn’t want to cry in front of your moms, yet you wanted to yell at them what really happened wasn’t your fault. 

Maria got in the driver's seat, and Natasha sat next to her. You felt their stares through the rearview mirror, but you didn’t dare stare back. You just looked out the window, trying to hold back your tears until you could cry them out freely in the comfort of your room.

“Do you understand what you did?!” Natasha suddenly asked you, and you could feel the anger in her tone. “This is serious! It’s not just some sneaking around or skipping class. Something like this could have serious consequences! Do you even understand that!?” she yelled, and you didn’t dare say something.

Maria sighed with disappointment, “We just want to know why,” she said, looking back at you when she stopped in front of a red light. 

You shrugged, and continued looking outside. 

“Just so you know, we weren’t kidding. You will have serious consequences at home,” Natasha told you, before she too, silently started out the window. 

Once you got home, you quickly ran to your room. You could hear your moms yelling at you, but you didn’t care. You jumped into your bed, finally letting yourself cry. You were full on sobbing, and you could hear someone come in.

You felt the bed dip, and you felt a hand stroking your back. From how it felt you could tell it was Maria. You tried to talk, but it was hard through the crying so instead Maria pulled you in a sitting position, hugging you tightly to her chest.  

“I didn’t do anything wrong,” you cried out in between your sobs, and Maria sushed you. “I’m sorry mom. I didn’t do anything I swear! He was touching me and he wouldn’t stop. I’m sorry…” you kept crying, and Maria could feel tears in her eyes. “It’s okay, everything’s okay. I’m not mad at you,” she told you, rubbing her hand up and down her back.

You heard Natasha come in, and you felt the bed dip on the other side of you. “I’m sorry for yelling,” she told you, wiping the hair from your face. 

“I was unfair, and we should’ve listened to you before we made assumptions,” she continued and your sobs died down to sniffles. “We’ll make sure he’ll get punished, and you’ll stay home next week with us okay?” she said, and you nodded, as you let Maria go and clung onto your other mom.

“I’m sorry mama. I didn’t mean to break his nose, I just wanted him gone,” you cried out, and Natasha nodded as she stroked your hair. “You made the right choice,” she told you, and you nodded. 

The next day, your moms contacted the school, and you went to the principal’s office again. This time to watch the security footage. It was clear to see the boy had tried to get in your pants, and it was clear how he had you cornered while you were trying to push him off. After he didn’t let go, you punched him, and he fell to the floor as he started yelling.

The principal apologized, and said the boy would be punished and reported to the police. 

On your way home, you were happily murmuring along to the song on the radio, looking out the window. “I just wanted to say I’m really sorry for not asking you what happened first,” you heard Natasha say, and you turned to her with a smile. “It’s okay,” you told her, and she smiled back.

“That was one hell of a punch though.”

[writerslittlelibrary]

I promise I can explain

masterlist

pairing: Blackhill x reader, Wanda x reader

warnings: making out, sneaking around, yelling, one mention of a shitty foster family

genre: fluff, angst

words: 1432

a/n: two posts in one day? I must be losing my mind

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

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Your mothers were supposed to be out for a mission for a few days. You didn’t expect them back until the end of the week. Apparently, the mission was way easier than expected, and that’s how you found yourself in this position, staring your mom in the eyes in pure shock. 

You and Wanda had always been great friends. When she joined the Avengers, you were closest in age. Wanda may have been a few years older, but you two got along wonderfully. Your moms were worried about you bonding with her, finding her a bit dangerous, but once they saw how happy your friendship made you, they couldn’t help but be happy for you too. 

You had been friends for about a year, and you realized you were starting to develop feelings for the witch. You were hanging out more, and having sleepovers at your home all the time.

Natasha and Maria were glad you had such a good friend, happy that you seemed to come out of your shell more. After one sleepover, everything changed. You and Wanda were watching a movie on your bed, and after a romantic scene, she had asked you if you had a crush on anyone. You told her yes, but refused to tell her who.

You had completely forgotten the fact that Wanda could read minds, so when you asked her if she had a crush on anyone, she simply leaned in to kiss you. 

That was your first kiss, and you two made it official a few days later. Because you were hanging out so much already, your moms didn’t bat an eye when you seemed to be out of the house more. 

You had walked out into the living room where your moms were sitting, hoping to ask a question without raising any suspicion. “Can I go watch a movie with Wanda tonight?” you asked them. Your moms looked at each other for a moment, before turning to you. “Of course. Do I need to drive you?” Natasha asked. You shook your head. 

“Wanda is driving us,” you told them, and they nodded. 

“Just don’t stay out too late,” Maria told you, and you smiled and nodded before walking off to your room to text Wanda.

You and Wanda did stay out a little too late that night. After the movie, you and Wanda had stayed in her car, and you were making out when you received a text from your moms. You didn’t notice it at first, but when they started calling, you and Wanda broke it off with a sigh.

You nearly had a heart attack when you saw the time, and Wanda drove you home quickly. You said goodbye to Wanda with a kiss, and quickly made your way up to the apartment. 

When you got inside, your moms were sitting on the couch. Both had a disappointed look in their eyes. You threw your bag down and started apologizing, saying how sorry you were and how you forgot the time. Your moms weren’t mad at you, just concerned, and you had gotten an earlier curfew after that night. 

A few weeks after that, your moms told you they had to go on a mission that would take about a week. They were sorry they both had to leave you at the same time, but you just told them that it was okay.

They apologized a few times, but the moment they were gone, you called Wanda over. You were on a school break for a few weeks and this was the perfect time to spend some time with Wanda. 

Of course you still had sleepovers, but it was nice to know you were free to spend time together without the risk of anyone interrupting. 

You were afraid to tell your moms of your relationship. You didn’t know how they’d take it. You knew they wouldn’t react badly to the fact you liked girls, but you never told them either. You never talked about boys or relationships, and you sure as hell never talked about crushes you had. Maria and Natasha simply believed you just weren’t into that yet, but boy were they wrong. 

It wasn’t very ideal either. Wanda had recently turned 19, yet you were still 16. You and Wanda never really talked about the age difference, because neither of you really cared. You joked about it once, how Wanda was technically doing something illegal by dating you, but since you’ve known each other while you were both teenagers, you never really thought about it. 

Your moms, however, would surely have a bad reaction to it. 

That’s why you were so terrified right now. You and Wanda had spent the day in bed, watching some shows and now, undeniably, making out.

You both missed the front door opening and closing, and missed the sound of footsteps coming to your bedroom. You didn’t miss the slight creak the door made when opening, however, and you quickly got off of Wanda to sit beside her, looking at your mom.

“What the hell is this supposed to be!” she yelled, making you flinch slightly. You hated disappointing your moms, and Natasha had always had a short temper.

“Is this why you’re always staying out too late?! Why you’re always having sleepovers?! Why the hell didn’t you tell me!” Natasha continued yelling, and you could hear Maria approaching your room as well.

You still hadn’t said anything, but Wanda made the subtle move to grab your hand tightly, letting you know she was still there.

Maria entered the room calmly, seeing you and Wanda on the bed and quickly making the connection. “Natasha, love, why are you yelling?” she asked softly, make a move to grab Natasha’s hand. Natasha turned to Maria.

“Our little girl is sneaking around, making out and doing god knows what with Wanda!” Natasha explained, pointing her hand at Wanda as to make her point more clear.

Maria sighed softly, glancing at your terrified form on the bed, and then turning back to Natasha. 

“Nat, love, I know you’re upset, but you need to take a breath. You’re scaring y/n,” Maria explained carefully, rubbing her thumb over Natasha’s hand to help her calm down. Natasha closed her eyes and sighed deeply, turning to you before walking out of your room.

Maria turned to you with a small smile, walking to you and giving you a soft kiss on your forehead. She cupped your cheeks, smiling softly at you. “I love you,” she told you, before kissing your forehead again and walking after Natasha.

You and Wanda stayed in your room for a few minutes, cuddling and trying to calm down. 

Natasha and Maria had adopted you when you were nine, and your previous foster family wasn’t as loving as a family is supposed to be. Yelling frightened you, and Wanda knew that. So did your moms, but you figured Natasha just couldn’t help herself.

After you calmed down a bit, you gave Wanda a kiss on her cheek and left your room, going to find Natasha and Maria in the living room. 

“I’m sorry,” you said as you walked in quietly. Natasha turned to you, and the look on her face simply broke you. She opened her arms, and you quickly sat down, leaning into her.

“I’m the one that has to be sorry. I should’ve never yelled. I’m so, so sorry,” Natasha told you, rubbing your back and kissing your head. “I love you, no matter what,” she told you. You lifted your head to look at her, and smiled at her. “I love you too,” you told her.

“So how long have you and Wanda been, y’know, a thing?” Maria asked, rubbing your back. “A few months… I’m sorry I didn’t tell you. I didn’t mean to keep anything from you. I just didn’t know how to tell you and I-” “You, did nothing wrong,” Natasha interrupted your rant, cupping your cheeks. “We love you, and while I’m sad you didn’t trust us enough to come to us, it was your decision, and no one is mad at you,” she explained, and you smiled. 

“So are you just into girls, or do you like guys too?” Maria asked, stroking your hair. 

You shrugged. “I don’t know, but I don’t really care,” you explained and Maria nodded. “You don’t have to know. So how about we invite poor Wanda into the room and order some food,” Maria suggested, and you nodded. 

You went and got Wanda, and you enjoyed a night settled on the couch, feeling relieved your moms finally knew.