#nat and Clint clocked it immediately

[ironspidersblog]

No thoughts just Tony telling the team be had something important to say and he tells them he’s autistic and they’re all like???? Yeah no shit

[natashaslesbian]

Hi! How about Nat, Yelena and Wanda stumbling over a young teen while raiding a hydra base. They take her in and try to be the family she never had. Some small angst with fluff

We Can Try

Word Count: 1.9k

Parings: (WandaNat x Teen!Reader) (Yelena x Teen!Reader)

Warnings: Hydra and Red room mentions

A/N• this isn’t proofread as per usual lol (thank you for the request!

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You couldn’t move. The straps were so tight around your waist you felt as though all the air was being squished out of you. The needle was seconds away from your skin when the alarms began, everyone scrambled to investigate what was happening, leaving you stuck in the medical lab. You pushed and pulled with all your strength but the muscle relaxers were already kicking in. It was no use, the sirens were blaring and your ears began to ring.

Upstairs, the avengers were making their way through the base. Natasha and Wanda were far ahead, as Yelena held off the last few guards. Fury had recently received new intel that Hydra was operating in a near by underground base. It was rumoured that another version of the super soldier serum had been developed and was soon to be used on human experimentations. The raid was going well, Steve, Tony and Thor had managed to distract a large number of guards outside, allowing Natasha, Wanda, Yelena and Clint to make it inside. Bruce was waiting behind in the jet incase of a code green. Clint held off more guards from a distance as the girls made their way down to the lower floor.

Yelena sprinted to catch up to her sister and the witch, having taken down a group of guards/scientists. The three of them found the medbay and waited outside. “Wanda we clear?” Natasha said. The witch delved deep into her mind to listen out for any dangers “there’s someone in there” she said, Yelena clocked her gun ready for another fight. “No no” Wanda whispered “I think they’re….they’re afraid” she said, struggling to find the words ‘test subject’ the blonde lowered her gun but kept it close to her incase of an emergency. “Okay, approach with caution, they may have already been injected with the serum” Natasha said.

Yelena was the first to enter, Wanda held the doors open for her incase she needed to attack. The two were followed by Natasha, who stopped dead in her tracks when seeing you. The agents froze as they took in the sight. A young girl, no older than 15, thrashing weakly against restraints, tears landing in a large puddle. “Hey” Natasha gently said. You snapped your gaze towards the agents and immediately switched off your emotions. “It’s okay, we’re here to help” the widow said quietly, as not to startle you. Wanda cautiously approached you, holding up her hands to show that she wasn’t a threat. “Let’s get these off you, yeah?” She said.

Yelena stood guard by the doors as Wanda removed your restraints. “Can you sit up?” the witch asked. You tried your best but your body was too weak. “Wanda” Natasha said, getting her attention “Norflex” she said as she lifted up an empty needle, labelled with the muscle relaxing drug. You felt tears stinging your eyes as you struggled to hide your emotions, your vision was starting to blur and the drowsiness was creeping in. “Alright, I’m gonna carry you okay sweetheart?” Wanda asked. “N-no please” you mumbled “we’re not gonna hurt you” Natasha calmly spoke as she slowly approached “you’re safe now” she said. “M’kay” you stuttered.

Wanda carefully lifted you from the bed, cradling your shaky body in her arms. “You’re okay” the witch cooed. “Tired” you whispered “I know sweetheart, just keep your eyes open for us, just a little longer” Wanda said. The widows led the witch carefully back through the base and back up towards the quinjet. Yelena looked back to check on you, noticing your eyes fluttering closed “Nat” she said. “Crap” Natasha remarked “let’s just get her to Bruce” she said. Wanda picked up her pase as best she could and you carried you onto the jet where she gently placed you down onto the soft bed.

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It was Bruce who made the deduction to sedate you, he said it would be the safest way for him to be able to reverse any effects of the drugs you had been injected with. You were out for around 14 hours, allowing Dr Banner time to take some blood as well as treat your injuries. Wanda and Yelena took turns sitting with you and getting some sleep, Natasha on the other hand refused to leave your side.

In your first moment of conciseness, you figured it had all been a dream and when you opened your eyes you would see the same four grey cold walls. You felt the softness underneath you, it confused you. When Natasha noticed you were stirring, she instructed Yelena to find Wanda. Soon enough the three of them were at your bedside. “Sweetheart?” Wanda called. The lights nearly blinded you when you first tired to open your eyes, you screwed them tightly shut and furrowed your brows. “Y/n?” Natasha asked. You peeled your eyes open slowly to see the same three faces you had seen before you faded out.

“Hey sweetheart” Wanda said as she came a few steps closer, you tensed up slightly making the witch pause her movements. “You’re at the avengers tower” she said calmly. You looked down across your arm “ta-take it out” you mumbled when you saw the needle poking out from your hand. “It’s just medicine y/n, you’re a little malnourished and we need to get you better” Natasha said as she rose from her seat. “How do you know my name? What did you do to me?” You cried quietly as you tried to sit up. Wanda and Natasha silently cooed at you and helped you to relax slightly.

Yelena came to the foot of your bed “we just took some blood y/n, to make sure you were healthy. We ran your dna through our database just so we had some information about you” she said. “Nothing bad has happened to you I promise, I’ve been here the whole time” Natasha assured. “You’ve been asleep for a little while and our doctor took a look at some of your wounds” Wanda added. You slowly took in all of the information and asked many more questions that the girls were happy to answer. Bruce discharged you a few hours later and you took residence in a spare room next to Natasha and Wanda, you assumed that they were an item as they shared a room.

It was a lot to get used to, the plush bed and the light pouring through the window were so foreign. You sat silently in the corner of the room awaiting your next instructions. Yelena was the first to pay a visit, she brought you a delicious spread of fruit and chocolate. The widow attempted to get you to open up but you remained silent for most of the conversation. About an hour later, Nat and Wanda came to join you. You where unsure of the company at first but soon the four of you settled into a comfortable silence. “What happens to me now?” You asked, breaking the silence. The three girls stared blankly at you, “where are you going to send me?” You said. “Sweetheart” Wanda began “no one’s going to send you anywhere, this is your home now” she said. “Yeah for as long as you want it to be” Yelena added.

You pondered for a moment, your home? Could you really fit into this place? You didn’t know anyone here and this life was so alien to you. So far it seems that you can trust these women, but in the back of your head that little voice was telling you that they would never care. “Y/n?” Natasha said placing a gentle hand on your shoulder “we know what it’s like to feel like you don’t belong. All three of us came here under similar circumstances to you” she said. “You did?” You quietly asked. “Yeah, Yelena and I, we were in a place called the red room. We were taken from our families as kids and trained to be assassins. I was lucky enough to get out and a few years later, I found my sister” Natasha said looking over at Yelena. “And Wanda…” Nat began, unsure if she wanted her to continue. You looked over to the witch, “I… my brother and I, we were in Hydra, a long time ago” she whispered. “You were?” You said, feeling more connected to her than ever. “I was. Y/n I promise you we understand and I promise you that we care, we’ll look after you” she said, taking hold of your hand.

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You decided to stay at the tower, and it was surprisingly easy to settle in. You got super close with Yelena and she helped you to begin finding your own identity. Natasha and Wanda were always looking out for you, making sure you had everything you needed. They were almost motherly to you, and deep down you loved their affection. Fury and his team were in the process of getting you a citizenship, he kept you out of the loop as much as he could but a problem quickly appeared.

A week later you were sat watching a film with Yelena when the red head and the witch came to see you. “Yelena do you mind if we speak to y/n privately?” Natasha asked her sister. “Sure” Yelena said and excused herself to made mac and cheese. You tensed up as soon as they sat down beside you. “You’re sending me away aren’t you?” You quietly asked. “No sweetheart we’re not I promise” Wanda said “but we do need to speak to you about staying here” she finished. In order to gain your citizenship, you needed to have a legal guardian or a parent as you were still a minor. “So what does that mean?” You shyly said. “Well, it means that someone, or maybe two people need to become your guardians” Natasha said. Both women had small smiles on their faces and it took you only seconds to understand what they meant.

“You guys?” You asked “you’ll be my guardians?” You said in disbelief. “If you’d be okay with that, we’d love to be” Wanda said. “So…like parents, like a family?” You whispered. “If that’s what you’d like sweetheart” Wanda said. “Y/n we care about you a lot, we’ve seen how much you’ve grown since you’ve been here and we don’t want to loose you” Natasha said “wands and I don’t know that much about family but we can learn. We want to be the people you depend on, the people you can talk to about anything, we want to be the family you deserve” she finished. You were overwhelmed with emotions, no one had ever shown you so much kindness. No one in the tower had seen much of your emotions, but in that moments you couldn’t stop the tears that began to fall.

“Y/n?” Wanda said, fearful that this wasn’t something you wanted. “What do you think Kid?” Natasha asked, scooting closer to you. You looked between both women, amazed at this moment. “I think, I think that we can try” you mumbled. It was mere seconds after that the damn broke and you fell into Wanda’s embrace. “Oh sweetheart of course we can try” she said. Natasha shuffled closer and wrapped her arms around the two of you. “My beautiful girls” she said. You melted into their warmth, feeling safer than you ever had before. Things weren’t certain to be smooth sailing, but with Natasha and Wanda by your side everything was certain to be okay.

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@saraaahsstuff / @dannipotatoo / @tobiaslut / @a-simpfortessa-lesbriean / @marvelnatasha12346 / @yelenasdiary / @mousetheorist / @ashadash0904

[softgreengrass]

would you be willing to do a sad nat one shot? sorry I just need to feel something 💀

Punishment

Natasha Romanoff x reader

Summary: you are dead (sorry) and nat has to live with that 😞 (most of this takes place inside of a dream hopefully it’s not too confusing)

Word Count: 1.2k

Warnings: death,, referenced torture

Author’s Note: sorry this is on the shorter side! tysm for requesting ☺️ i also use fanfiction to feel so hopefully it’s sad enough for you

It’s a nightmare, like always. You’re there, like always.

“Nat!” your voice rings out, light and sweet in the hazy morning light, and Natasha rolls over, burying her face in your side of the bed. It’s still warm. “Nat!”

“Five more minutes,” she grumbles back.

Your footsteps come to a stop next to the bed. “I made cinnamon rolls, you know.”

Natasha smiles to herself. It all feels so, so real. The sheets smell like your lotion, and the sun is pale through the curtains, just like it always is in winter. How it was the last winter you were with her.

You poke her shoulder. “Aren’t you supposed to be a superspy? Get up.”

“I’m off the clock,” she says, sitting up anyways. The glimmer in your eyes looks so real. Her lungs tighten at that, and she wraps her arms around your waist, hugging you tight.

You laugh and run your fingers through her hair. “Missed me that much, huh?”

She closes her eyes and sinks deeper into you, praying as hard as she ever has. Begging for just one more life with you. She remembers how to breathe again as you scratch her scalp gently and lean into her embrace, and she inhales you again.

After far too little time passes, you rest your hands on her shoulders. “Come on, baby. They’re gonna get cold.”

She lets you lead her out of the bedroom, hands intertwined. The apartment looks just how you left it. Because it’s so easy to, she slips back into routine. Like you’re there every day when she wakes up. She tugs open the blinds over the sink and waters the plants on the windowsill; you pour two cups of coffee. You sit down at the table together like it’s any old Saturday.

“What’s with you today?” you ask with a slight smile, immediately pulling a cinnamon roll from the pan.

“Me?” Natasha replies.

“No, the milkman.”

She grins, shaking her head. “Sorry. I don’t know, I’m just out of it.”

“Well, you’re not too out of it to talk crossword, right?”

God, she had forgotten about that. You’ve been on a crossword kick lately, though you heavily rely on Natasha’s knowledge bank of language and policy and science. Really, you mostly cover the pop culture clues. “Never.”

You spread the newspaper out between the both of you and drop a pencil in front of her. “I’ll start with down, you’ll start with across?”

“Yes, ma’am.”

You scribble down some answers, eyebrows furrowed.

Natasha stands up for a moment, just to get the cream, but when she turns back around she’s not in the kitchen anymore. She’s strapped to that chair, staring at you in that cell. Your eyes are bloodshot. The dreams always wind up here, no matter how innocently they start, and Natasha’s stomach churns.

“Nat,” you croak, and her heart shatters for the millionth time.

She thrashes against her restraints, but they must be made of fucking vibranium because they cut into her wrists without budging. She doesn’t have any tricks up her sleeve — she’s in her pajamas, for God’s sake. No widow’s bite or portable EMP. Not even a way to signal Clint.

“Nat, please,” you beg, your voice as raw as the bruises on your face.

“I’m going to-” she says, struggling against the restraints again. “I’m going to get you out.”

But of course, she can’t. She might as well be a bronze statue in that chair. They’re going to make her watch you die again.

She racks her brain for as long as she can, fights the excruciating dejá vu. Maybe something will be different this time. Maybe she can get someone’s attention, some lackey she can convince to let her out. She’ll murder them all, then. Murder them and take you home.

A vent catches her eye, in the corner of your cell. You don’t have much at your disposal, but there’s a food tray on the floor that might work. She has to say your name three times before you recognize it.

“What?” you ask suddenly, eyes wide.

“I need you to try something, okay?”

You’re weak. You’ve been there for days at the minimum, been under intense interrogation lights and an array of torture methods. Natasha was the one trained for that, not you. “I don’t know…”

“Please.”

You swallow iron-tinged spit.

“Can you break that in half?” Natasha whispers, flicking her eyes to the tray. She doesn’t remember if you’re under surveillance or not. She figures you must be.

Your hands shake as you reach for it. It must be tin, that’s how flimsy and light it is, but you know you don’t have the strength to break it by hand. That ship sailed about three gut punches ago. You’d vomited out everything but your will to live, though that was fading fast too.

“Use your legs,” Natasha hisses like she can read your mind. “Stick it under something, get leverage.”

The sight of you stumbling to the bunk sends fire up her throat. She’s going to burn them all alive.

You wedge the tray under one of the bunk’s legs and pull up on the other side before stepping down on it as hard as you can. All it does is fold in half.

“Fuck,” Natasha mutters. “Can you rip it? With your teeth or something?”

You’re pretty sure your teeth would fall out if you so much as bite an apple, so you drive the tray down on the sharpest edge you can find: the corner of the tiny sink. Later, Natasha will think about how strange it was that the cell had so many amenities. She’ll come up with triple the ways to escape. All too late.

The corner pierces it, and you claw at the hole until the tray is split in half. It slices your fingers in more places than you can count.

“Use it on the vent,” Natasha says. Despite herself, she feels an ember of hope in her chest. You’d never gotten this close before. She can barely watch as you balance on top of the sink, trying to shove the sharp little metal sheet into the seam between the vent and wall. It’s slippery with blood.

A door in the cell she hadn’t even noticed swings open. A man in black storms in. Before she can get a word out, he grabs you, throws you to the ground.

Natasha recoils, forcing her eyes back open as quickly as possible. He kicks you, over and over, and you cry for mercy.

Her restraints seem to tighten. They cut off her circulation, so that not even dislocating her wrists would let her save you. She’s absolutely helpless. You sob and curl into yourself, and she’s sure she’s never felt such anguish before. But she has, and she certainly will again.

Her eyes shoot open to dark ceiling. She’s in the living room, using the couch like a cot. She still hasn’t brought herself to touch the bed you made. She probably never will.

She drags herself to her feet and shuffles to the kitchen counter, turning on the electric kettle. Only chamomile helps her breathe now.

All those people she’d managed to kill. All those missions she’d executed to perfection, for the Red Room and HYDRA and Fury. All of the people caught in the crossfire of her tunnel vision. And yet, in the single most important moment of her life, she had failed. Failed.

She figures it could’ve been karma. A cosmic punishment for the arrogance of trying to wipe her slate clean. With that much sin to atone for, she shouldn’t be able to live happily. That’s what the universe seems to think, at least.

[ao3sbatfamily]

Do you have any fics where the bats universe jump, and then proceed to solo most of the inhabitants of the other universe? Preferably not a spiderman crossover

(Restricted) 'where the fuck did you find this kid?' by Coffee_ghost

¨ Friday, open a new file for me, would you. Let's name it kiddy- assan? No, no, new fire under the name kids got a gun if you could Friday¨ bringing his hand up the bridge of his nose tony starts to list what they do know about the kid, which isn't a lot but it's more then nothing at least. And he's sure the two spies and super soldiers will probably have more to add.

¨kids gotta be between 18 and 22, around 6´4 and 230 to 250 pounds. Medium skin tone with probably Spanish or Mexican heritage, green eyes with central heterochromia. Missing the end joint of the right pinky and a fuck off big J scared into on his cheek¨ taking a chance to look over at the three crowed around the video tony met nats eyes thought the translucent screen.

Just a slight tilt of the head from nat had tony jestering the universal sign to go ahead at her. She paused the video as the kid was walking out of the shield building. Clint and steves follow her lead around the table to the center of the room.

¨he's been training for around 5 years, from the way he moves we,¨ she waves towards the two blonds next to her ¨suspect that he's had at least a few different teachers. There's not a lot to go off but the smooth transitions between boxing stances and more fluid movements points to multiple martial arts.¨

Clint chimes in from her right, ¨kids wicked with a gun too, quick to the draw and accurate with his shots. Plus the fact he didn't immediately go for the easy body shot means he clocked the vest and the lack of head shots means the kid either doesn't like to kill or wanted shield to have less reasons to try and track him down.¨

pausing to take a breath Clint continues with, ¨but the fact he just chucked O'Connor body at Romans makes me think its option two rather then option one.¨

[toxicmalysh]

The link we share

Chapter 2: Goodbye

Word count : 920

Summary: filler chapter you say goodbye to the team with Wanda

Warnings: none

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You knew you were going to struggle to sleep that night, when you got to your room, you sat comfortably on the bed, but your mind filled immediately with negative thoughts, how you had managed to ruin a moment with Wanda by being so sensitive, you didn't understand why your mind wandered like this, but when it started you couldn't stop it.

You pulled out your laptop, playing some soft music, watching the time go by, it was four in the morning and you still weren't tired.

Wanda in her own room, found herself staring in the mirror as she cleaned her teeth, zoning out slightly, thinking about your change in composure in the kitchen, the way your eyes widened as though someone had slapped you.

She had so many questions, so many things she wanted to ask, all she could do was wait, letting the possible answers consume her. She tried her best to sleep, tossing and turning but her mind kept wandering to you, she slowly gave up, putting on a few films, each more boring than the last.

When you woke from your light sleep, you reached across for your alarm clock realising it hadn't gone off, you threw a black zip up hoodie on, bounding down the hallway. Today most of the team were heading for a week-long mission, and this was the only chance you would get to give your goodbyes.

As you turned the corner running as fast as you could, you saw the team grouped by the entrance, gearing up into quinjet, Tony and Banner were talking at the front of the jet, whilst Steve and Natasha were stood by the entrance, Thor and Vision were discussing something in-between Tony and Steve.

You kept up your pace jogging over to Steve and Natasha, Steve looked over from Nat, smiling slightly,

"I knew you wouldn't miss a goodbye kid." You smiled brightly, letting Steve embrace you, Steve ruffled your hair as he laughed.

"You guys get back alright, no broken bones this time,"

You playfully turned to Natasha, on their last mission Natasha had managed to break her right femur fighting a hydra informant.

Natasha pouted slightly, crossing her arms,

"If Tony actually answered his coms, he would have heard me request backup. I don't know why I even bother with him." She huffed laughing slightly.

You peered past Natasha smiling towards Thor and Vision, giving Bruce and Tony a polite wave. Thor and Vision weren't very close with you, but Bruce and Tony worked with you on a daily basis, not only were you a medic, you were also a big part of the brains of the team.

"Where's Wanda?" You asked softly suddenly becoming aware of the fact she wasn't nearby, Steve wiped his chin slightly as he spoke,

"She's still training this week, after the last missions, hiccup, we just want her back on her feet.”

Everyone danced around Wanda’s breakdown. On her last mission, they were raiding a Hydra testing facility, Tony had found files on Both Wanda and Pietro, and Wanda had walked into the room when he was extracting the files, before Tony even had time to blink, Wanda had destroyed half the facility and every Hydra soldier in the area. Unfortunately her actions had damaged a nearby village, and she hasn't been allowed on the field since.

You felt guilty. It wasn't until you had made it to Wanda with a sedation medication that she calmed down. Tony still has the data on the siblings and only you and Bruce knew.

Steve noticed the shift in your eyes.

“Hey we know you'll look after her well, besides we won't be long gone okay?” He smiled gently, you nodded trying to shake off the feeling, smiling slightly at Steve's brotherly tone.

“And I'm assuming Clint is meeting you at the location?” you looked up watching Natasha,

“Yeah Bartons already on route with Bucky, we can't just go in guns blazing, and they're the best agents we have for long range.” Her tone was stern but endearing.

You crossed your arms nodding slowly in response

“Well you make sure you bring them both back here they'll need once overs too.” You tried to hide the excitement in your voice but it was obvious you missed Clint and Bucky.

Steve laughed slightly,

“Don't worry we'll bring them back for you.” You stepped back allowing Steve and Natasha to enter the jet, raising your voice as the engine roared,

“And I don't want to hear that you lot bickered okay! If I hear you've acted like children I’ll treat you like one! Naughty kids don't get lollipops after check ups!” You laughed to yourself as you stood back watching the jet rise off the ground.

Wanda was standing close nearby listening to the group's conversation. She knew the team thought she was dangerous, impulsive and not incontrol of her powers, but it still hurt to hear.

Wanda moved forward, leaning slightly against you watching as the Quinjet left the compound grounds. She nudged your arm slightly,

“Looks like you're stuck with me then.” Her tone was sarcastic but it was obvious she was happy to have some peace and quiet.

You laughed slightly turning around making your way slowly into the compound, allowing Wanda to walk by your side, your tone dripping in sarcasm,

“That is the worst news I've heard all day.”

The two of you continued the back and forth banter walking down the corridors nudging each other playfully

[idk-bruh-20]

Irondad fic ideas #107

You've seen the Twitter fics where folks go out of their way to make whole Twitter profiles and properly-formatted tweet threads

You've seen the social media fics with Instagram posts so legit-looking they even have user comments and screenshots of IG stories

You've seen Youtube fics and fake Buzzfeed articles and everything in between

Now get ready for, in this same style, a Tumblr fic*

Featuring, for example:

Peter has a Tony Stark fan account that has been active for like a decade

Flash has a Spider-Man fan account that regularly harasses Peter's account. He leaves comments, asks, makes his own posts about Peter being a fake intern, and has a whole tag on his blog dedicated to #peter's lies (or maybe #penis lol I feel like Flash could get some uh. not intended results for that one)

Spider-Man has an account. Tumblr users discover which account is his WAY faster than he wanted them to

Maybe he saves someone and quips about his most recent hyperfixation, and the person he saved happens to be on Tumblr and happens to notice at 2am an account called wallcrawler posting about that exact same piece of media

Maybe there's a villain with truly unholy looking shoelaces and Peter without even thinking about it quips, "Nice shoelaces, did you steal them from the president?" only to then realize what he's done and someone's caught it on camera and we see Spider-Man rapidly go through the five stages of grief

Stark Industries has a tumblr! They also have a tag dedicated to #kid sightings, #cryptid of si

If they also have tags #tony stark has a heart, #irondad moments, and #stark jr., well.. their boss doesn't need to know

The Twitter apocalypse happens, and a bunch of Avengers migrate over to Tumblr

(Which Avengers do you think seem, perhaps, a little too familiar with this website already...)

(Tumblr sleuths clock Clint's secret blog within the hour. Nat, who has become acclimated to the website very quickly, reblogs Clint's post where he's whining about it with just, "You're supposed to be a spy." It goes viral immediately.)

Y'all know the wild ads we get on this hellsite? Pikachu man? Shaving? What kinds of ads do you think the MCU might have

*to be clear, we're talking about a fic with screenshots of carefully crafted fake tumblr posts and conversations! not a tumblr account roleplaying as various characters and interacting that way!

[quietlyimplode]

I was going to save this for if you were going to to Black Widow Fest this year, but can you write a deleted scene from “Leave Everything…” based on this line?

“I think I’m okay, but then little things will happen and I won’t be. It was bad that first month. I can’t even tell you what happened, Clint probably can.” -Natasha

@adorationamy <3 thanks - we will see if Black Widow Fest will go ahead this year, given everything, but I hope so. Would be willing to do another deleted scene. :)

leave everything but your bones behind

Deleted Scenes from that first month.

“Clint?”

His phone can’t hear anything except what he thinks is the television.

“She’s not talking again,” his quiet voice says with a tint of an echo.

“Where are you?”

Silence.

“In the bathroom.”

“Where’s Natasha?”

“She’s... She’s okay, I think. The television is on and she’s staring at it.”

“Clint?”

Tony pauses.

“What happened?”

“I don’t know. I don’t know why.”

He hears the frustration and tries again.

“Okay, just tell me what’s happened.”

The reaction is immediate.

“I don’t know! Okay? I should know and I don’t. I don’t know why she was talking and seemed better two days ago and today, nothing! I should know, I should know what’s triggered her, but I don’t, okay? I just don’t.”

If Tony wasn’t awake before, he is now.

He glances at the clock in the kitchen, thankful he had enough forethought to move away from Pepper.

“Okay, okay, calm down.”

He cringes.

That’s not that right thing to say.

Clint doesn’t answer.

Tony thanks his friend’s patience, in not hanging up on him at all.

“Umm, can you go and have a look at her? What is she doing?”

He hears Clint move and then the TV grows louder.

“She’s just on the couch. She’ll follow instructions, she’ll do what I ask, and respond in some way. It’s not seizures, it’s like she’s disconnected from the world.”

Tony thinks. He has no experience with this.

He knows what he likes though.

“I like it when Dummy talks to me,” he says quietly.

“When I don’t feel… well.”

Clint is quiet on the phone.

“I like for him to tell me some good things about the world. To know that it’s not all the hopeless thoughts in my head.”

“Maybe it would work for her? If you haven’t already? Maybe some good things will help bring her out of Whatever sunk her in there in the first place?”

He’s not even sure if Clint is listening.

Until.

“Hey Nat, I’m gonna sit next to you okay? Tony’s on the phone over there. He told me that when he gets… lost, he likes to hear things that are good.”

There’s not response but the television turns down.

“There’s an animal called the Oryx, it’s an antelope found in the Middle East, and it became extinct in the wild. This sounds like a sad story but I swear it’s not, because you see,8 before hunters were able to kill the last oryx, five were captured, and they slowly built up, and the oryx was being moved from "endangered" to "vulnerable" and was the very first animal to go from extinct to vulnerable.”

Clint pauses, maybe checking on her.

He must be encouraged because he continues.

Tony has no idea where he gets the facts from.

“Did you know there’s a dachshund museum in Passau, Germany? Maybe we can go next time we are in Germany.”

Still nothing, Tony thinks; as there’s a period of silence.

But, he thinks he hears some movement as Clint continues again.

“There’s been advances in immunotherapy, thanks to you, the mRNA and gene editing that Tony tried with you, will likely help others. The cell therapies they’re looking into are to make generic immunotherapy rather than patient specific ones.”

He pauses.

“Jace found some other widows. Tony has housed them in safe houses and provided access to trauma informed therapists if they want it.”

Tony wants to hang up.

He isn’t someone’s something good.

He doesn’t though, intrigued to see what happens next.

“Yeah, Nat, really.”

Her voice was so quiet he didn’t even hear it.

There’s a shuffling and the phone is moved from what Tony can hear.

“Hey, thanks.”

He knows that Clint can’t see him, but he nods anyway.

“Yeah,” he responds, slightly choked up.

“Get her to call me sometime okay?”

Clint laughs.

“Yeah okay, when things are better. I’ll call you though.”

Tony nods again.

“You better.”

Hanging up the phone, Clint turns his attention back to Natasha, who is watching him intently.

It’s better than the dead eyes she’d been giving him all day.

“You hungry?” he asks hopefully.

She doesn’t reply but stands with him to get to the kitchen.

“Tell me some more good things?” she asks quietly.

He smiles.

“Of course, Nat.”

[talesofesther]

What happens in the night

Natasha Romanoff x Reader

Series Summary: “Natasha knew she was probably digging her own grave, but the warm presence of the girl in front of her was too intoxicating for her to deny. She settled on the mindset of 'what happens in the dead of night, stays in the dead of night'. It was a lame excuse to allow herself to enjoy something she would probably never have. Like it wouldn't affect her during the day.”

A/N: Omg, I don't know if I love this story or not XD. But I had to write for my precious Nat, surprisingly, it's my first time writing for her, so I already apologize if she seems out of character, I tried my best but u never know. This fic was kind of inspired by this song, so if you like these things I'd recommend you listen to it because the lyrics really do fit the story. Had to split this one into two parts, got bigger than I intended :P. Requests for Nat are open <3.

Masterlist

The first thing you feel is the fresh morning breeze coming through your window, then the incredibly soft bed, and a very annoying and bright light on your eyelids.

You let out a low grunt as you squint your still closed eyes, already annoyed at yourself because of course you forgot to close the curtains last night, and now the morning sunlight is right on your face. You slowly open your eyes and regret it immediately. "Ugh damn it." Sometimes you wonder why you insisted on having such huge windows in your room, as much as you love natural light, at this time in the morning it's far from pleasant.

Turning to your other side, you catch a glimpse of the clock, it reads 7:34 am. You hide under the covers and contemplate trying to sleep some more, but you could already hear some muffled voices and plates clattering in the kitchen.

With your body still a bit heavy you dragged yourself out of the bed and towards your bathroom. You washed your face to try to look a bit more alive and changed to some casual comfy clothes.

Opening your door you could already hear Tony's obnoxiously loud voice as you made your way towards the Compound's huge kitchen. Your socks did little to help prevent the cold from the floor to reach your skin, it was a winter morning and for some reason, there were a couple of open windows and the heater was off. But it felt nice in a way, walking through the empty living room and looking outside to a partially cloudy sky as the sun rises. It made you smile. You always appreciated that they moved from the Avengers Tower to this place. It was bigger, but also had a lot more greenery around it, felt like home.

Approaching the kitchen, you noticed that everyone seemed to be up already, and you didn't know how some of them had so much energy at this time in the morning.

The first person that you laid your eyes on was Tony, because he was standing up with a coffee mug in one hand while the other moved around to emphasize his words. Then you noticed Steve, who was doing his best to pretend to listen to Tony, as he was eating breakfast.

Next, your eyes laid on Natasha, who was absentmindedly twirling her own cup of coffee on her hands. She was sitting at the table, her gaze unfocused. Your eyes may or may not have stayed on Natasha a little longer than they do with the others. Quickly noticing the empty chair beside the spy, you made a beeline for it.

As you walked, you took notice of Thor, who was eating a very generous portion of pancakes. You saw Clint who looked almost as sleepy as you. Bruce was making himself a sandwich, while discussing something with Bucky. And Wanda seemed to be having an interesting conversation with Vision.

"Ah, look who finally decided to join us." Tony's attention diverted from his previous topic, much to Steve's relief, and instead brought everyone's attention to you, who had just made yourself comfortable beside Natasha.

"Give me a break Tony, it's not even 8 yet." You groaned to him, but you had a tiny smile on your lips.

"Good morning to you too, sweetheart." Tony handed you a warm cup of coffee, his smile had a teasing tone to it, but you knew his actions were genuine.

"Morning guys." You chuckled and held the warm cup between your hands, receiving a lot of 'good mornings' in return. These calm and simple moments with the team always warmed your heart. Moments were you could be just one big and weird family without the weight of the world on your shoulders.

However, when you failed to hear one voice in particular your smile dropped slightly. Natasha. Even though you had been on the team for about two years already, she still felt incredibly distant most of the time.

You never understood why Natasha didn't seem to like you, ever since you two met, you tried to befriend her, but she always dismissed you, avoided you even. She was never rude, but she wasn't friendly either. Simply put, it felt like she just wanted nothing to do with you.

You bit your lip slightly, hands tightening on your mug as you risked a quick glance at Natasha beside you. Your eyes widened the tiniest bit when you were graced with a small smile and a nod of good morning.

And then there are moments like this, where Natasha acts somewhat approachable. And just like right now there's this glint of want on her eyes, like she's looking for something, but is holding herself back.

So maybe you are just a fool with a crush on the redhead, but you still decide to follow your gut for another day and believe that there's more to her. So you smile back.

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The first thing she notices is how the covers feel like they're trapping her, then she notices how fast she's breathing and yet it feels like there's not enough air in her lungs. Cold sweat was running down her forehead. When she opens her eyes, the darkness feels heavy, even her room is too crampy right now.

Natasha gets up from her bed so quickly that it makes her a little dizzy, but she pays it no mind and walks to her door, desperately in need of some fresh air. It's always like this, sometimes she can't even remember what the dream was about, but the dreadful feeling remains and she can't close her eyes anymore. It makes her feel small and helpless like she's that little girl all over again being dragged away from her fake family and into an even worse reality. She hates the feeling.

She checked her clock but can't remember if it was 2 or 3 am, or something in between. Natasha finds herself in the kitchen that was now empty and quiet, bracing herself on the counter as she tries to ease her breathing and the way her hands were trembling. She turns on a dim light and takes a seat at the table, there will probably be no more sleep for tonight. 

"Come on that was so not fair." You mumble grumpily at your phone, dying for the thousandth time on the game. You put the phone aside and look up at your ceiling, you couldn't sleep, as much as you tried, you still felt more energetic than ever. And it was a bummer because you knew that would only end up with you looking like a zombie in the morning.

So you decide to get off your bed, grab some water, and maybe take a walk around the Compound to hopefully burn some energy. Your feet take you swiftly around the empty hallways, however, when you reach the kitchen, you notice a soft orange light coming from there. Someone else couldn't sleep tonight.

Your breath catches in your throat as you turn the corner and find your favorite redhead. She's sitting at the table with her head in her hands, fingers lightly gripping at her hair. She's wearing only a white t-shirt and grey shorts, and yet she looks beautiful, her red hair down and looking slightly messy. You notice tension on her shoulders, you wonder if something happened, if you can help. But then again, Natasha would probably not want your help.

Natasha feels her body go rigid as she hears footsteps approaching her, she really didn't want anyone seeing her like this. Her eyes widen when they meet yours. Her lips pursed as she gulped. she can't decide if it's better or worse that you're the one who's here.

The feeling fills her chest again, just like all the times when she's near you. The one feeling that Natasha loves and hates at the same time, one that she's never felt before. It's warm, heavy but not in a bad way, and it begs to be let loose. But she can't, won't allow that. Because how could a sweet soul like that, love a wounded soul like hers? Simply put, Natasha was scared of loving someone. It never worked in her favor and she knows that there's only one end to that story, the one that always happens. And she would rather not admit that, but her heart is already too fragile to take on another bullet like that.

But there are times like these where she wants to. When you walk towards her with the kindest of smiles, and Natasha wants to let you in. But she knows that if she does, she'll fall, If she hasn't already. And she knows that this feeling inside her chest was most likely not mutual.

"Hey, Nat." Your lips twitch upwards when you look at her, although you quickly take notice of the dark circles under her eyes, and the way that her body seems to be in a fight or flight mode.

"Hey." Natasha's voice is hoarse, and she's quick to avert her gaze, looking somewhere towards the window and the pitch black outside.

Your hands fidget about on your side before you move towards the cabinet to grab a cup. "Couldn't sleep too?" You try to make conversation, like always.

Natasha takes a deep breath, she can feel the intense gaze on her back. "Something like that". She doesn't realize how heavy her voice sounds, how tired and hurtful it is.

But you do, you grab a second cup and fill it with fresh water. With a careful hand, as if dealing with a scared cat, you set it in front of Natasha. Your eyes hold nothing but genuine worry on them. "Are you okay?"

Natasha loses herself on that gaze for a second, letting herself believe that this is real and she's cared for. Her gaze hardens and she shakes her head dismissively just as fast. "Yes, it's nothing. Just have a lot on my mind."

"I can keep you company if you want.. or leave, of course." Your eyes move between Natasha and her own cup of water in her hands.

Please don't leave.

The words get stuck like a lump on her throat, instead, she settles for "it's a free space." And trails her eyes up to you with a hint of vulnerability, hoping it'll be enough to tell you what she can't put into words.

"So it is." You smile and sit down in front of Natasha, you remain in a surprisingly comfortable silence for at least thirty minutes, with the casual getting up to grab more water or a snack. And this is the longest you have ever been alone with Natasha. You considered trying to talk, but when you saw how Nat's shoulders seemed to relieve a tiny bit of tension from time to time, you realized that your company might be enough. The thought that maybe you were finally figuring out your way around her brought a subconscious smile to your lips.

Natasha knew she was probably digging her own grave, but the warm presence of the girl in front of her was too intoxicating for her to deny. She settled on the mindset of 'what happens in the dead of night, stays in the dead of night'. It was a lame excuse to allow herself to enjoy something she would probably never have. Like it wouldn't affect her during the day.

When Natasha noticed your eyelids starting to drop, she casually said you should go back to bed. And she felt butterflies in her stomach when you touched her forearm and told her to call if she needed anything. The touch was barely there, but it made her shiver, and before she could stop herself, a soft smile came to her lips.

Natasha ended up sleeping well that night.

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The next night that Natasha woke up with a start and gripping her sheets, she cursed herself, for her first thought was how she wished that you were waiting for her in the kitchen. To make her chest feel warm again.

It was selfish, but she was human.

She rubbed her eyes and let out a shaky breath. She thought about falling in love, how dangerous it was. Thought about how it could never happen and she was just fooling herself. Thought how she should continue to play it safe, and do her best to keep you at arm's length.

But what happens in the night, stays in the night. Natasha got up.

Her feet carried her to the kitchen and she was greeted with darkness. She gulped and her hands shook, fingers tapping her thigh rhythmically. It's okay, you'll probably show up just like you did yesterday.

Natasha sat down at the table and waited. Such a simple act but it made her feel vulnerable and stupid. It was not an agreement of yours, you didn't need to wake up at 3 am to keep her company. And yet Nat held out hope that you would, wanted you to. She wanted to feel that calmness again, that feeling of having someone.

But she didn't hear anything besides her breathing as the minutes went on. Nothing. There was only her and darkness.

So if Nat's eyes teared up when she walked back to her room, that was nobody's business.

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Thank you for reading this little story. Feedback and reblogs are very much appreciated. <3

[acesstark]

just imagine: og6 adopting a kitten

Tony saying no to the avengers getting a pet, but they end up getting one anyway and have to figure out how to hide it from Tony… but they’re all insanely bad at it

Tony fully knows about it and is having a very fun time watching them try and sneak it in and out of rooms in the tower

Like…

Steve and Tony running into each other in the communal kitchen while steves holding the kitten

Tony: what do you have there, steve?

Steve: *shoving the kitten in his jacket pocket* nothing, why do you ask?

Tony: …no reason.

Or Thor and nat on the couch when Tony walks in, and he immediately clocks the cat sitting between them and sits down just to fuck with them.

Nat texting Clint to come distract Tony so they can remove the kitten from the room

Or the cat somehow making it into the lab while Tony and Bruce are working on something, and Bruce shitting his pants trying to subtly get the cat away from tonys desk.

Bruce silently flailing and shooing both the kitten and dum-e away from each other when he thinks Tony isnt looking

Tony reports all of this back to rhodey and pepper it’s very entertaining for all of them

[bucky-bucky-bucky-bucky]

Steal You Away | Bucky Barnes x Reader

Hi, friends! This suggestion comes at you from @breakablebarnes! She sent me the song along with this: "but okay reader meets Bucky at a party and they just kinda click and they end up going outside and well.." so here it is!

Send me your comments, requests, and/or submissions!

Tag list: @beefybuckrrito @shadytalementality @everything-burns-down @rainbow-unicorn-pony @mandersshow @emetophilily @breakablebarnes @glxwingrxse

Warnings: Fingering (f receiving)

"Come with me, it's alright, I'm gonna steal you tonight.

Let's go outside, like animals. Do just what we please, underneath the leaves."

Nat practically dragged you down the hall toward the elevator, making you stumble a bit in your heels. She was determined to get you downstairs to Tony's party before you could change your mind and hide out in your new room at the compound. This was your first party as part of the team, and so far you'd only met Nat, Sam, and Wanda, so you'd assumed you were in for a night of awkward small talk and uncomfortable laughter.

"You look great-that dress is perfect for you, and remember: don't be awkward", Nat said as she smoothed your hair behind your ear. You threw an eye roll her way and she did the same back to you before giving your hand a squeeze. "You can do this, just try to have fun", she murmured as the doors opened and the sounds of a swinging party filled the elevator. As the two of you entered the room, you clocked several familiar faces: Steve and Sam sitting in plush velvet chairs, Tony flirting with Pepper, Rhodey joking with Bruce, and Wanda snuggling against vision on the dance floor. The rest of the room was filled to the brim with people you'd never seen before, and a rush of nervous energy rose in your chest.

"We should get you a drink..." Nat muttered as she examined your stunned expression, and you nodded silently, following her like a lost puppy. "Can we get this woman a drink please?" Nat called to the bartender, and he nodded, pointing at you for your order. "Oh, um...gin martini. Dirty," you said, and he nodded.

"Oh, hey, I gotta run for a sec," Nat told you, "Clint's waving me over..." Just like that, she was gone. The bartender placed your drink down in front of you and you took an eager sip, hoping it would take the edge off of your evening. Your eyes scanned the room, observing the massive crowd of people enjoying the party-and then your eyes landed on him. A man with sharp features sat near the end of the long bar, his blue eyes fixed on the glass of whiskey in front of him. He looked familiar, but you simply couldn't place him. You knew you'd been staring for a while, but you couldn't seem to drag your eyes away from him.

Suddenly, his eyes snapped up to meet yours, staring at you with an intensity you'd never experienced. Your cheeks immediately grew hot, and you finally averted your eyes from his handsome visage. You downed the rest of your drink in two quick sips and hoped it would make the awkwardness you felt dissipate. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw a small smile crack through his brooding facade, and a few moments later, the bartender was placing another martini in front of you. "This is from him," the bartender said, pointing in the direction of the handsome stranger.

A look in his direction was met with one beckoning hand, and you obliged, picking up your drink and heading down to his end of the bar. "Thanks for the drink," you murmured, sitting down on the stool he'd pulled out for you. He chuckled and ran a gloved hand though his hair, "Sure thing, doll. You're new, right?"

You nodded, taking a sip of your fresh martini. "Sorry for staring earlier...you just look really familiar and I can't figure out how I know you" you admitted, and he laughed quietly, taking a gulp of his whiskey. Something about the way his full lips sat against the edge of his glass made your heart leap into your throat. "Don't um, don't worry about it..." he said with a sly smile, "you look beautiful by the way, that dress is-wow". You felt his intense blue eyes rake over your body, taking in every detail of your appearance. Once again, he made you blush, and you sipped your martini in an attempt to hide it. "Thanks...Nat dressed me," you told him with a chuckle.

"Oh, speak of the devil..." he muttered as you felt Nat's hand land on your shoulder. "Hmm, how did I know the two of you would find each other?" she asked sarcastically, sipping her martini and shooting him a devilish look. He rolled his eyes and took a sip of his whiskey, both of them leaving you out of the apparent joke. Nat shot a wink at him and turned to leave, but not before teasing him one more time, "Play nice, Barnes."

Barnes.

'Holy shit,' you thought, 'Barnes. Sargeant James Buchanan Barnes, Steve's best friend turned Hydra operative-The Winter Soldier'.

"Figure it out yet?" Bucky asked, staring at you expectantly as you put the puzzle pieces together. You looked at him in disbelief, unable to accept the fact that this fucking gorgeous man sitting in front of you had been The Winter Soldier. "Sorry, I just- I didn't recognize you with the short hair, Sargeant Barnes" you told him, feeling awkward that you hadn't realized who you were talking to. He laughed and pressed his glass to his lips once again, taking a swig of his drink. "Please, call me Bucky. And it's alright," he said with a low chuckle, "that's kind of the point-saves me a lot trouble when I'm out in public".

You nodded awkwardly, taking a sip of your drink to fill the silent moment. "I like it- the hair," you muttered, "looks really good on you". He couldn't hold back his laughter, and placed a gloved hand against your arm as he laughed, sending nervous energy through your body. "'Really good', huh? Thanks, doll," he murmured with a sly smile, "I didn't think I'd actually enjoy myself tonight..."

"Did you get dragged here too?" you asked, and he nodded emphatically, his eyes shooting toward Sam and Steve. "They made me come, said they'd steal my arm if I didn't," he said, "I'm pretty sure they're kidding...but I don't want to wake up in the morning without it, so...here I am". Your eyes widened and a laugh escaped your lips, your hand flying up tp your mouth to hide your reaction. "Oh, wow. Okay then...Nat just promised she'd take me to brunch if I came..." you told him, and he rolled his eyes.

"I guess I'm friends with the wrong people", he joked, "I should clearly be spending more time with you..." You nodded, pressing your lips to your glass and downing the last of your martini as you did so. He watched, mesmerized by your lips brushing the rim of the glass. You realized his his eyes were on you, staring unflinchingly, and your heart began to race. Returning his gaze, you noticed his eyes flick quickly down to your lips before traveling back up to meet your stare. "I'm really glad they convinced me..." he murmured, never breaking eye contact. Slowly, you brought a hand to his knee, placing it gently against his tight jeans.

He broke his stare only for a moment, his eyes scanning the room before taking on a mischievous expression. "Hey, come with me..." he murmured, taking your hand in his and leading you away from the bar, "let's go outside." His body remained close to yours as he navigated the two of you through the crowd, pushing past drunk agents and other Avengers. "Barnes! Where you taking her?" Nat called teasingly from her seat next to Clint. "Just wanna steal her away for a while..." he responded, throwing a wink your way.

He pushed open the large glass doors that led to the veranda and the cool autumn air swirled around you, making you shiver in your short dress. "Cold, doll? Come here," Bucky murmured, wrapping his arm around your waist and pulling you tight against his body. A sudden gust of wind threw your hair into your face, causing Bucky to reach up and tuck a few wild strands behind your ears. His hands lingered on either side of your face, making your heart hammer against your ribs.

Slowly, he began leaning in toward you, closing the gap between your lips and his. Too eager to wait, you met his lips with yours, letting out a soft moan as your mouths finally connected. His hands traveled from your face to your waist in no time, gripping you tight and pulling you close. You let out a gasp at his strength, feeling his fingers dig into your sides as he enveloped your mouth with his. "I've been dying to do this all night..." he murmured as his mouth left yours and attached to the delicate skin of your neck. You let out another moan before breathlessly whispering "me too" as your hands made their way into his hair.

His mouth was hot against your neck, swirling his tongue along your skin and sucking lightly against your pulse. His teeth nipped at the skin just above your collarbone, making your breath catch in your throat. "I have to tell you again-you look fucking incredible" he whispered as his mouth trailed along the skin of your chest. A moan tried to leave your lips, but he stopped it with his mouth, swallowing it with a contented sigh. Your hands found his and began undoing the fastenings on his gloves, making him pause.

"What are you-"

"I wanna feel your hands on me, Barnes..."

"You sure about that? You know one of them's metal right?"

You answered his question by pulling off his gloves, shoving them into the pocket of his leather jacket. He stood there, pleasantly stunned, as you grabbed his cold, vibranium hand and snaked it up your thigh, making a shiver shoot through your body. "Too cold?" he murmured, but you shook your head, leading his hand underneath the hem of your dress.

A gasp escaped your lips and you felt his cold fingers ghosting along your inner thigh, teasing you. Suddenly, he had you pressed up against the railing of the veranda, and the cool autumn wind swirling through your hair. He gave you a devilish grin before snaking his fingers inside the lacy underwear you wore and realizing just how wet you were for him, "Goddamn, doll..." He pulled your thong down all the way, making you step out of it before shoving it into the pocket of his jeans with a wink.

He pressed a deep kiss to your lips as he traced his cold fingers lightly over your clit, eliciting a deep moan from your chest. His other hand gripped the back of your neck, pulling you into his kiss. Your greedy hands tugged at his shirt as he continued to tease your clit, making you throb under his touch. You grew wetter as he touched you, messing with you relentlessly until he finally slid one metal finger inside you. Instantly, your head fell against his shoulder and you moaned into the leather of his jacket as he began to slowly add a second digit.

His thumb traced circles over your clit as his fingers worked in and out of you at a delicious pace. He kissed you deeply, loving how you turned to putty under his touch. Your teeth sunk into his bottom lip and he hissed at the sensation. Suddenly his fingers curled, stroking against your sweet spot. A needy moan fell out of your mouth and he stared down at you, taking in every aspect of your expression. "That's it doll," he murmured darkly, "I want you to fall apart for me".

You nodded, squeezing your eyes shut and leaning your head against his shoulder again, feeling the heat in your chest rising as your climax got closer. With a few more strong curls of his fingers, Bucky had you coming all over his fingers. Your head fell back and your mouth hung open, letting out a dirty moan that made Bucky's chest tighten. He continued to circle your clit as you rode your high, letting out little moans as you finally came down.

He pulled you in close to him, pressing his lips against yours in a deep, needy kiss. "Let's go back inside", he whispered, "and then meet me in my room in five minutes..."

You nodded, made sure the pink lace sticking out of his pocket was concealed, and then let him lead you back inside. The two of you parted ways, but not before he tossed you a wink and mouthed "five minutes" from across the room.

[averagewriter-inthedark]

Welcome To Avengers Campus P.2 | Post NWH Imagine

Contains spoilers for Spider-Man NWH

*photos from Pinterest, collage made by me*

Read Part 1 | Read Part 3 (Finale) | Main Marvel Masterlist

Pairings & Characters: Jaqueline Elizabeth ‘Jackie’ Stark (OC), Tom!Peter Parker (Platonic/*adopted son type relationship*), Andrew!Peter Parker (platonic), Tobey!Peter Parker (platonic), Tony Stark (nephew), Steve Rogers (platonic/best friend), Bucky Barnes (platonic/best friend), Howard Stark (brother), Natasha Romanoff (platonic/best friend) *pretty much everyone else is a platonic relationship, I haven’t decided who would be a romantic interest* read this note & send me feedback on who you think would be best fit.

Content Warnings: references to Earth-616, spoilers for Spider-Man NWH, mentions of sexism and misogyny. cannon divergence (tony & Nat are alive/Peters are trapped, everyone remembers Peter), smoking. Angst but ends in fluff & mentions of violence, fighting and death (May). Slight Steve slander (sorry) | Female OC (she/her) | unedited & kinda long.

Premise: The group consisting of three versions of Peter Parker and two high school students are in for a treat when they are summoned to meet with current Director of what’s left of S.H.I.E.L.D and the Avengers. Young Peter Parker is all too familiar with having to answer to the one and only Jackie Stark, but could he be prepared for what’s in store when he lands in Avengers Campus. Let’s just say the little spider is gonna know what it’s like to be on time out.

Note: this is part two of an AU where the peters are trapped in the MCU world. Please read part 1 for background info on who the OC is. This does diverge from canon, and may turn into a possible series in the future where I go back in time and do a full story on Jackie and her life.

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When the plane landed on the airstrip, Peter (1) felt his heart start to race. His nerves were starting to get to him and was mentally preparing for what would be waiting for him when they arrive to Jackie’s office.

Jackie Stark was a force to be reckoned with. The woman was a super soldier from the 40s lost in time like Bucky Barnes and Steve Rogers. A true genius in chemistry and engineering—a doctor at that, something women during that time were not encouraged to do as it was believed the woman’s place was staying home to care for a man and children. But Jackie Stark was ambitious.

She went through many hardships as one could imagine. Dealing with egotistical men who downplayed her intelligence and talent. Rarely being taken serious—being called names when she stood her ground. Her younger brother, Howard, was always the one being praised while she stood in the shadows—even when it was her tests and calculations that made Howards designs work. Hell, she was the one who was gifted the vibranium to make Steve’s shield.

But history doesn’t tell you that.

Don’t be fooled now. Jackie loved her brother immensely and was the one to clock him if his ego and arrogance got the best of him. She was heartbroken when she woke up 60 years after being captured to find he along with her husband and son were killed just 19 years earlier. And Jackie barely had time to grieve the life she lost when she woke cause she was immediately thrown back into the spotlight and having to be the hero the world saw her to be.

Now here she was 13 years after waking up from a cryogenic coma as the Director of the Avengers & what was left of S.H.I.E.L.D following it’s fall in 2014. Fury was off planet—helping with the Skrulls, and couldn’t keep track of everything happening on Earth. So after cleaning up what happened with Thanos, Fury passed the mantel to the woman who was the right choice to lead.

After being hidden in the shadows for so long.

And boy was shit hitting the fan the moment Jackie Stark took her position. Wanda had unconsciously taken a whole town under her control, there were rumors of what the Loki that escaped in 2012 was up to, Clint was dealing with his Ronin drama, some mysterious rings belonging to a man named Shang-Chi had sent a beacon, & finally Peter was being accused of Quentin Backs’ murder which then led to the appearance of multiversal villains.

It was a lot for the Director.

So Peter was naturally shaking in his shoes by what her reaction would be now that he had seemed to put the icing on the cake on a shit show. Unbuckling his seatbelt, he casted a quick nervous glance to Mj and saw she was also looking a bit nervous. The others unclasped their seatbelts and followed Happy off the plane onto the airstrip. There was already a car waiting for them and they piled in with Happy in the drivers seat.

“So does Jackie know about them, Happy,” Peter gestured to the others seated behind him in the far back. Ned had taken the passenger seat while Mj and Peter (1) sat in the middle, the other versions taking camp in the far back.

Happy started the car, “Can’t really tell ya, kid. She didn’t say much on the phone—just to get you and everyone involved to the compound. Strange either called her or she saw something and called him—that’s when she called me.”

“Dammit, Strange,” Peter (1)s shoulders deflated. His head perks up a bit, “is there anyone else here?”

“I know Tony is,” that seemed to give Peter a little hope. “Nat is off helping Clint in New York and recruiting that young girl. Banner is helping Wong figure out what’s up with those Rings—and Thor is off God knows where in space with the Guardians.” Happy pauses to think, “I think Wanda is here. Jackie finally tracked her down and is trying to get Secretary Ross to call off Wandas arrest—I think she might be in a meeting with him right now actually.”

That just made Peter (1) deflate again. Hearing Jackie was in a meeting with Ross was not really good news. Especially if the man brings up what just happened in New York.

“Who’s Secretary Ross again?” Peter (3) raises his hand from the back.

“He’s the dude that was involved with all the Accords stuff,” Peter (1) replied, leaning his head against the window to watch the passing scenery. “And a very important dude at that.”

The car ride was quick and quiet. They passed two smaller buildings and the quinjet pad before pulling up to the parking lot in front of the main large building with the Avengers logo on it. They all piled out, with Happy leading them inside and the group couldn’t help but stop at he scene in front of them.

The building was buzzing with life. People were running with briefcases, speaking into earpieces, and conversing at tables while very large screens were mounted on the walls across the reception desk. News coverage was on at least two of them—already breaking the story of the semi-destroyed Statue of Liberty.

There was another monitor showcasing the status of Avengers with their pictures. Peter could see that his name, Nat, Rhodey, Banner, Strange, Sam, Bucky, T’Challa, Shuri, Okoye, Danvers, Thor and the Guardians were all listed as active and highlighted green. Tony, Jackie, Wanda, Scott, Hope, & Clint were all listed as inactive with their pictures highlighted red. Below the Avengers were a list of names underneath the bolded; Newest Recruits. The names were Xi Shang-Chi, Joaquin Torres, Yelena Belova, and Kate Bishop.

Happy strolls up to the reception desk, while the group remains a few paces behind him just staring at the monitors. “Hey, Tina,” he greets, “I need to get a couple visitor passes and Peter here,” he gestures to Peter 1, “needs to get his badge. Could you also let Director Stark know we’ve arrived.” The woman smiles and gets to work.

“What are the names for the passes?” Happy lists the names and gives an ‘I know, we’re working on it,’ when Tina becomes perplexed by hearing the two men behind Happy were also named Peter Parker. They all take their pictures for the pass and Tina hands them to each with explaining that an alarm will go off if they enter a section they are unauthorized to enter. “Tenth floor,” she tells Happy gesturing to the elevator.

Happy thanks her, as do the others and they make their way through the hallway next to the desk towards the elevator. Happy presses tenth floor, the highest level, and they all watch through the glass windows as they ascend. At first Peter thought the door would open and they’d automatically be in Jackies office, but instead it reveals another long corridor with a golden colored door at the end.

As the group begins to walk the hall, the door opens and a wheelchair bound Tony Stark emerges. Despite making a full recovery, he still had trouble walking and there were a few patches of burn marks on him. “If it isn’t the man of the hour!” The man is smiling, which makes Peter (1) even more dreadful. “On this episode of Peter screws the pooch,” now Peter (1) was having flashbacks to 2016. “—Jackie told you to call her if things went sideways and what happened, things went sideways and you didn’t call her.”

“Tony—.”

“Ah!” Tony lifts a finger to stop him. “You don’t have to explain to me, kid. The boss is who that’s for.” He watched Peter (1) gulp and the man sighed, brining his chair closer so he was in front of the boy. “She hasn’t given any sign of anger—and you know that’s when it gets scary when she doesn’t say anything. You’re just gonna have to be upfront an honest, Peter.” Tony leans back to notice the group behind him. “Maybe you’re new friends can help.”

Tony wheels to the side so he could get a better look at the two men. “You must be the spider-guys,” Tony glanced over the Peters. “That’s still weird to wrap my head around. Tony Stark,” he extends his hand and shakes the older Peters hand first before the taller one.

“Nice to meet you, Tony.” Peter (2) greets. “We’ve heard a lot about you. Glad to see you’ve made a full recovery.”

Tony thanks him, “Yeah it’s been a ride. I honestly still use this thing to get Pepper from making me go to the store.” Tony greets Mj, Ned, before turning to Happy. “We still on for Friday? Pep, Morgan, and Rhodey will be joining.”

“Sure thing, boss.” Happy salutes. Tony looks at Peter (1), face becoming solemn.

“I’m sorry about your aunt, Peter.” Peter face falls, but was appreciative for Tonys words. “Jackie will probably set you up here for the time being. But if you feel like you need to get away from suits and spandex wearers for a little bit, give me a call and we can get you to lake house. Morgans been asking about when you’ll come around.”

That makes Peter smile. “Sure thing, Tony. Thank you.”

Tony gives the group one last look over. “Well I best be off then—boss wants to see you, can’t keep her waiting— and I need to get an update on everything your little electric friend stole from the warehouse,” the Peters all look at each other. “Which reminds me, did you get the arc reactor taken from Happys place?” He waits for an answer, but the nervous reactions from the three was enough of an answer. Tony drops his head with a sigh, “Great, now some guy from across a universal pond has my life’s work. Oh well, what’s done is done.” He starts directing the wheelchair away giving one last goodbye. “Good luck with the boss, kid. Hope I don’t find you on the board of the fallen anytime soon.”

“Bye, Tony,” Peter waves, dropping his hand with a groan when the mans back is to him. Happy pats his shoulder and nudges for him to the door.

They approach the golden door with a intercom and keypad mounted on the side below a plague reading, ‘Jaqueline E. ‘Jackie’ Stark, Director.’ Peter noticed a golden outline of an eagle beside the name along with the Avengers symbol next to it.

Happy presses the ‘*’ button on the keypad. There was a buzzing sound before the door unlocks and Happy pushes it open to reveal the very large space that could almost pass as a penthouse. There was glass paneling all around making the room illuminate from all the sunlight entering. The space itself had two levels with a floating staircase in the middle back of the room that connected the ground level to a glass compartment.

Mounted on the long wall where the door was were pictures ranging from the Howling Commandoes, to one of Jackie, Steve, Bucky, Howard, and Peggy. Then there was the original seven of the Avengers taken after Battle of New York. Some pictures had just Jackie and one of the Avengers and at the end of the wall was a more recent one of all the active Avengers taken after defeating Thanos.

Peter eyes traveled the space in awe, as did the others behind him, seeing all the gadgets and cases decked on the sides. The most distinct case to catch their eyes was the compartment displaying the original wing pack Jackie designed and created in the 1940s. It was ancient technology compared to the modern day they were used to, but it was still a beautiful sight to see the Eagles first set of wings. The vest to attach the wings was leather, the wings itself were small compared to later designs. The little leather goggles Jackie wore with them hung on a little mantle beside the pack.

Beside it was another glass display of the wing pack Jackie made after waking from her coma and was the one she used to defeat Stane, Vanko, and Loki. She ended up retiring that wing pack after joining the Avengers, updating it as the years went on. Beside that one was the wings from 2013-2015 and then the destroyed wings from 2016 Steve had ripped off her during the fight in Siberia.

It eventually led to the creation of the Iron Eagle. A golden suit similar to Tony’s Iron Man Mark 85 equipped with wings, an arc reactor and nanotechnology. It was something they created together after the Accords and was ready by the time Thanos came. It was her current suit of armor when active as an Avenger.

“Woah,” Peter (3) traveled over to the displays, admiring the different variations of the wings. “That’s so cool.” Peter (2) also went over, reading over the plaques mantled on marble stands keeping the compartments secured.

Ned had looked out the windows on the opposite side while Mj and Peter (1) slowly walked down the middle between the couches and tables on the ground level. The group met up at the end and approached the long table in front of the staircase leading to the glass floating office. It was then they were able to hear sounds coming from inside. The two doors leading to the office were wide open, and they could see from below a blue hologram that made them all stop short of their movements.

They couldn’t see Jackie, but given the back of the black chair was facing them it was safe to assume the super soldier was in fact seated at the desk.

“I’m not going to argue with you anymore on this matter, Stark,” Secretary Ross’ voice was firm and full of annoyance. “Wanda Maximoff brainwashed an entire community against their will for her little lost romance—she needs to be detained and evaluated.”

There was a huff from the chair in front of the hologram. “Wanda was dealing with grief and loss, Mister Secretary. There was emotional turmoil you are failing to realize and she needs the help of her friends here—not be locked up like some animal.”

“That isn’t your call, Jackie—.”

“Yes it is,” the woman’s voice became hard, done with negotiating. “I am in charge of what happens to my teammates, Ross. We are an independent agency now, and your little boo boo of ordering Rhodey to arrest Steve, Nat, Sam, Wanda, and Vision when you knew a genocidal alien was on his way to do destruction proves you don’t have what it takes to be ordering the Avengers around. The U.N saw to that and realized their mistake with the Accords which is why they chose me—me, Ross—to oversee this team.”

“And now look at what’s happening,” Ross throws his arms up. “Look around. We got a town full of people still dealing with trauma after being mentally held against their will for over a week. That Ronin guy is back in New York,” Jackie gives an amused laugh—obviously knowing something Ross doesn’t. “—And you’re little spider-kid just destroyed half of Liberty Island. Not to mention all he did in Europe just last week. What are you going to do about that?” Chills form on Peters body, cursing in his mind by the news Ross knows about New York.

Jackie makes a sound and Peter can only imagine what her face must look like hearing Ross run his mouth. There’s a little cloud of smoke that leaves the chair, before she speaks. “I’ve sent resources to Westview including the Stark Relief Foundation, counselors, financial aid to the residents, and resources to help rebuild all that was destroyed in the little altercation with S.W.O.R.D—which,” her tone thickens as if she had been waiting to go off on Ross. “—Let me remind you, Ross, the reason Wanda even did what she did was because S.W.O.R.D took Visions body and illegally dismantled him to get back online. They had no authorization, no clearance—they weren’t even supposed to have Vision!” Her voice raises with each second.

“Vision was created by Tony, Banner, and myself with the help of Thor. It was Tony’s A.I system programmed—his work. If his body was going to go anywhere, it was going to be with us.” There was movement in the chair, looking like Jackie was leaning forward. “S.W.O.R.D had absolutely no right to take him and do what they did so if you’re gonna point the blame at anyone then it better be at Hayworth, Thaddeus.”

“Damn,” Peter (3) whistled under his breath. He mentally prayed he’d never be on the receiving end of Jackie Starks wrath—but that prayer might be short lived.

“And you better let S.W.O.R.D know to lawyer up cause I’m coming at them for everything. The stolen vibranium, the stolen tech, the A.I system—Vision,” she emphasized. “Going against his will and making him become the weapon he didn’t want to be—I’m making sure they know you don’t mess with the Avengers.”

“What’s going after S.W.O.R.D going to do, Jackie? Hayworth is detained—as are several members of the agency—the white Vision is out there somewhere. There does not need to be a war against you two.”

Jackie scoffs, “Oh but there needs to be, Ross. Because Vision was an Avenger—my friend, and I’m not letting his memory be treated like a weapon. I’m not gonna let Wanda be subjected to that.” Jackie pauses and another puff of smoke leaves the chair. “Wanda stays with me and that’s final, Ross. I’m done arguing on with you on that—have the U.N get involved I don’t care, but she stays here where it’s safe and has her family.

“As for the Ronin situation, Clint and Nat are on it with our two newest recruits—one of which just accepted last night. So you can stop worrying about that. You have enough wrinkles to show you’re stressed—anymore and you’re gonna start looking like Odin.” Ross makes a sound of offense, but Jackie ignores it. It makes the group quietly laugh, but its cut off when she switches topics.

Another cloud of smoke followed by a strained sigh. “On the subject of Spider-Man, let’s just say my two o’clock is here and I’ll give you an update at a later time.”

“Jackie…”

“You can call me later for an update but I’ll probably put you on hold—like Tony I like to watch the line blink,” she presses some buttons on the side of the chair before adding, “And that’s Director Stark to you, Mister Secretary.” With the final press the hologram image of Ross disappears.

Silence fills the room. A very tense silence that has Peter (1) stiffen when it’s suddenly broken by a slow—almost mocking, clapping sound. Everyone with the exception of Happy stiffens at the sight of the chair slowly starting to spin. The clapping continues and soon Jackie Stark is revealed to the group with a cigarette in her mouth and face reading mixed emotion.

Her claps seize, hand coming up to remove the cigarette after taking a deep drag. It’s hard to read what she was feeling, and the smoke leaves her mouth. “Well, well, well,” her voice is low, tone blank making the heat rise in Peter (1). “If it isn’t the three spiders who’ve been causing quite the mess in my hometown.”

Everyone stays silent, watching as Jackie lifts from her chair to slowly exit the office and descend the stairs. “You know,” she makes an unhumorous laugh. “I would’ve thought being my age in this overextended life I’m so blessed to have,” sarcasm spilled from her mouth, “That I would’ve seen it all.” Her heels clacked against the tile of the steps, making the sound ten times louder due to the silence filling the area. Its hard not to shudder—her entire aura reeks of power and the suit she wore screams girl boss.

A super soldier girl boss at that.

“But imagine my surprise—,” she goes on, and her eyes land on Peter (1)—making the boy freeze under her gaze. “—when I turn on the tv,” she takes another step, “—and see that the eighteen year old vigilante Tony and I took under our wing is being accused of murder. And it’s not just any murder, it’s the guy who I warned him about going after when we had just talked on the plane a week prior. I would’ve expected him to do what I asked and call me—,” Jackies voice hardens causing Peter to shudder. “—but no, he doesn’t. Then when the charges are dropped and he’s facing slander by the media and the public, I would’ve assumed he’d call me if things were getting out of hand. Throw in the fact he and his friends got rejected from MIT because of the scandal—and he has not one, but two people who could possible call and plead a case—he still doesn’t call. Instead he goes to enlist Doctor Strange to do a magic trick.”

She’s now two steps from the platform. “So Bleeker Street magician performs the trick and what happens? It goes wrong,” she lets out another unhumorous laugh, the sound making everyone feel the tension rising with each second. “It goes terribly wrong in fact—because it goes to shit from there.”

Jackie reaches the bottom step before the stairs cut to a smaller staircase on either side to the ground level. She goes to the railing, overlooking the group briefly—letting her eyes travel over the two Peters. “Do you wanna know how I found out about your little adventure, Peter? What my eyes had to witness when I tried checking in on you after days of radio silence?” She turns back to him, but doesn’t let him answer. “H.O.W.I.E, pull up the footage of the baby monitor protocol from the last three days.”

“Right away, Director Stark.”

Peters blood freezes, face becoming red. There was no backing out of this now. “Y-You still have the baby monitor thing on m-my suit?”

Jackie tilts her head. “Did you not think I wouldn’t implement it again after what happened with Beck?” It was a rhetorical question so he din’t bother answering. Jackie finishes her cigarette and descends the stairs on the left closest to where the group was. She places the bud in the ashtray, “Do you know how worried I’ve been these last forty-eight hours? When you didn’t call me after the whole feds coming to your door I can understand—Happy was there, you had May,” her voice slightly wavered at the end, and Peter had to stop the tears from wanting to form in his eyes.

“You’re lawyer got you off the hook—it was good, you didn’t want to my help and I can understand that.” Jackie takes a step forward so she was directly in front of Peter, and with her heels she was just taller than him by a few inches. Peter shuffles under her gaze when her voice becomes low. “But when you didn’t think to call me after those men from other worlds showed up that is where I’m at a cross with you, Peter Parker.”

“Jackie—.” He tries but she doesn’t let him.

“I THOUGHT YOU WERE DEAD, PETER!!” The statement echoes around the office, bouncing off the walls. Everyone was frozen, even Happy from his seat on the couch. They all just watched in stunned silence while Jackie Stark made sure Peter understood the hell she had been through not knowing anything. They wanted to step in, but knew it wouldn’t do any good. “I had to watch the footage on the news about what happened at Happys apartment complex not knowing if you survived that explosion. Strange wasn’t answering my calls and it was all because you trapped him in the goddamn mirror dimension—what were you thinking!” He flinches, biting his lip.

Jackies eyes had shined, almost like she wanted to cry by how angry she was and the dread thinking Peter had died. “And you couldn’t even respect me enough to let me know you were alive. If it hadn’t been for Happy calling me from the police station to let me know what happened I would’ve dragged your ass back here so fast you would’ve wished Goblin succeeded.” Hell even Peter 2 & 3 were shitting their pants at that statement. Both felt bad for their alternate counterpart—hoping Jackie would eventually calm down because Peter looked like he was about to break any moment.

“If I hadn’t implanted that monitor I would’ve never known what you were up to—and you’re lucky I didn’t intervene when I should’ve—that I believed you would succeed in your plan because I was this close,” she brings a hand up fast to pinch her fingers. “—I was this close to not caring what happened to those guys and killing them myself if it meant the chaos would end. I wouldn’t have cared if they were cured or not because the damage was done and I wanted you safe.”

“So if these two didn’t show up when they did—,” she points to the two Peters, startling them. “—with the knowledge they had to help and make those cures work, then I would’ve done so. I believed in you three—believed in you.” Jackie had leaned forward when she had went off and straightened her posture the same time HO.W.I.Es voice entered the room.

“Footage is ready, ma’am.”

Jackie doesn’t move her eyes off the boy. “Play it.” The table behind Jackie projects a blue screen similar to how Karen did in the plane. Immediately all eyes are on the screen, witnessing the multiple video clips from Peters suit that recorded from his perspective the chaos unfolding the last several days.

The two Peters moved closer, both in awe and baffled by what they were seeing. Video footage filled the projection. There was a clip of Peter 1 fighting Doc Ock, the fight against Strange, creating the prototype cures in Happys apartment—which led to the death of May. They all had to turn away at that—Peter (1) becoming emotional and having to look at the ground. There was the explosion at the apartment, the lab with all the Peters, and finally the final battle at the Statue of Liberty.

The entire time the footage was playing Jackie kept her eyes on Peter (1). Her face was blank and hands were on her hips. It was not the type of look one wanted to receive from Jackie Stark, and Peter wanted nothing more than to avoid her gaze but was literally frozen in place.

“Now here’s what’s gonna happen,” She finally spoke after the footage ended and H.O.W.I.E closed the projection. All eyes went to her. “I do not want to know why you didn’t call me. I don’t want to know why you felt the need to do what you did and I don’t want to know what all happened—I already have an understanding from the footage,” she lists off her fingers with each point. “—What I care about now is how we go forward from here. All I care about is your safety and how we’re gonna clean this up.”

Peter nods and eventually finds his voice, “Y-yes, Jackie. I understand,” his voice is hoarse and cracks slightly. “I-I’m really sorry.” The boy tried to stop his lip from quivering. “I—I um. I-I’m just really sorry. I-I just wanted to prove myself to you and make you believe I could handle it because it was my mess—and you’ve been dealing with Wanda, the Ronin, and everything I just—.”

She cuts him off by holding up a hand, making him go silent. “Stop. When you start making it your priority to prove to others your capability and not because you believe in yourself then that’s when things get reckless—that is when things get dangerous.” She tilts his chin up with her fingers when he looks down like a mother would to a child.

“Do you think I went through all the shit I did in the forties because I wanted to prove to other people what I could do? Because I wanted to change the opinion they had of me? Even now since waking up from that damn coma and getting pushed aside because of the male heroes around me? No, Peter. I did it because I believed in myself. I wanted to believe I was capable of achieving what I envisioned myself to be. Not because I wanted the arrogant men around me to see my worth. I knew my worth, and if they didn’t see it then that was on them.”

Her voice takes a more softer tone, leaning down a bit so they were eye level. “You need to start believing in yourself and stop feeling like you have to prove to me, or Tony, or any other Avenger that you belong here. I wouldn’t have taken you under my wing if I didn’t believe you did, Peter. I trust you, but you’re still young and that’s why I trusted you to call me if things went sideways because the last thing you need is to lose people close to you and look what happened.”

A noise sounded from Peters throat and he didn’t even realize he was crying until Jackie lifted her hand to wipe away the fallen tears, her own eyes becoming glossy. “Now listen to me, being a hero comes at a cost. And I’m sorry I have been harsh on you, but I want you to understand that I see you like a son, Peter.” His lip quivers and she places a comforting hand on his cheek. “I have grown to love and care for you, like you’re my own. So it hurts me to see you like this. Bloodied and bruised—suffering and in pain. I hate you had to witness first hand the cost that being a hero comes with. Why do you think Tony and I were so harsh on you about Toomes, and why we did everything we could to reverse the snap? This life is hard and full of costs—and we care for you too much to see you have to carry that burden. You wanted to be like us, but we wanted you to be better.”

By now most people in the room were wet-eyed—especially the two other Peters who knew all too well what being a hero could cost. Jackie wipes more fallen tears from Peters cheeks. “So now—because what’s done is done—we’re not gonna let this define you. Okay? We’re gonna take it slow, make sure May gets the proper service she deserves,” she pauses when he lets out another sob. “And we’re gonna make sure these two,” she gestures to the other Peters, “get home safe. From there its baby steps, okay?” Peter nods and Jackie brings him to her. “Now c’mere.”

Peter didn’t hesitate wrapping his arms around Jackie. His head went to her shoulder while her head gently laid on his given the small height difference and Peter bathed in the comfort she was giving him. The emotion that had built finally let out and Peter felt her arms tighten around him. He cried and cried for what felt like hours, feeling like a kid in need of its mother. In need of family.

Her hand came to gently run through his hair and after several moments Peter pulled away. “T-thank you, Jackie. I really appreciate it.”

“You’re welcome, kid.” She sighs, full of exhaustion. “I’m so so happy you’re okay.” She finally gives a smile and Peter returns with a small one.

“I am—,” his voice cracks again. “I am really sorry.”

“I know,” she nods, patting his shoulder and rubbing it affectionally. “We’ll get through this.” The air was slowly dissolving of its tension now that the scolding had concluding. Though everyone was still a little taken aback by what had played out. Jackie straightened her posture, adjusting her dress shirt collar. “So what’s the update with Strange? He didn’t tell me much just that we’ve got some VIP visitors for the next couple days,” she turns to the Peters, walking over the few paces to extend her hand. “Jacqueline Stark, but you may call me Jackie.”

Peter 3 was who she approached first, and honestly the man couldn’t find his voice. Both by his sudden fanboy after learning about her on the plane and for witnessing first hand what can happen if you get on her bad side. “Da-uh hi,” he stutters, taking her hand in his. “I’m Peter—like him, Peter Parker. Nice to meet you, I’m—I’m a big fan.” He lets go of her hand with a smile, “You’re really cool—amazing I should actually say.”

Jackies eyes sparkle with amusement, lips curling up slightly. “You boys already caught up on all there is in this world?” She steps to the left to shake Peter 2s hand. “Didn’t think you’d be able to get through all the hell this planet has gone through in such little time.”

Peter 2 shakes her hand. “We had a little history lesson on the plane—from Karen.” He watchers her mutter an ‘ah.’ “It’s nice to meet you Jackie. I’m also Peter Parker.” He laughs at how ridiculous it had sounded, noticing how Jackie had chuckled a bit. “And I agree with Peter, you’re a pretty amazing person from what we’ve heard—truly inspiring.”

“Thank you,” she nods with gratitude. “It’s been a hell of life—overextended as I mentioned earlier. But this world just seems to always be full of surprises. You boys are just one of many in the long list as you probably heard of.” They both nod, muttering ‘that’s the truth.’

“I’m not gonna lie,” Peter 3 started. “When he first mentioned the Avengers I truly thought you were some band—I thought it was so cool there was a version of me in a band.”

Jackie couldn’t stop the laugh escaping, “Oh how I wish that was the type of band we were. We are a band of some sort, but unfortunately not that type. Although we do have drama and fight a lot where people seem to come and go.” Jackie steps away to tap something on table making a blue hologram screen pop up. “Strange told me he’s working on how to get you two home, but it’s gonna take some time. For the time being we can get you set up here on our east wing—its where our apartments are for Avengers when they are inactive and need a place to stay or just want to hang out for the time being. How does that sound for you two?”

The two look at each other before nodding. “That’s great.” “Yeah-yeah that works cool.”

Jackie nods, tapping away some buttons. “You’ll have access to all the there is in the east wing. There’s a pool and gym on the bottom level. All apartments are equipped with two bedrooms, two bathrooms, kitchen, living room, and laundry area. If you need anything F.R.I.D.A.Y or H.O.W.I.E can help you, all you gotta do is call for them.

“And you,” Jackie suddenly looks to Peter 1. “I’m also gonna get you set up. You don’t have a place at the moment and I wanna keep an eye on you while you’re on time out—no debate,” she cuts him off when he tries to protest. “Baby steps remember? We got things to do before I let you get back into action. Happy you want me to get you a room?”

“If you don’t mind,” he waves from his place on the couch. “I’ll probably need at least a few weeks until I can find a new place.” Peter (1) couldn’t help but cringe, knowing it was his fault Happy lost his home.

“Sounds good,” Jackie hums before looking up at the two teenagers she had forgot were in the room. Her brow rises, “And what about you two? Are you staying at least for tonight or are your families expecting you to be back?”

Ned and Mj freeze, looking at each other and Peter (1). “Uhh,” Mj says. “I can call and ask? They don’t really know we’re here. Happy didn’t tell us on the plane.” Jackie drops her head, mumbling incoherent words.

“H.O.W.I.E.?”

“Yes, ma’am?”

“Have reception know they need to get four rooms available in the east wing—make sure one is close to my residence, and please send word to Mr. Leeds and Miss. Watsons families they will be staying with us tonight to sort out some Avengers level business.” Ned, Mj, and Peter (1) all look at each other with jaws dropped.

“Right away, ma’am.” H.O.W.I.E replies and Jackie finishes up whatever she was typing on the keypad before looking up at the group. “Ned and our Peter will be sharing a room,” Jackie then looks to the other two peters. “You two will share a room. And Mj and Happy will each have their own. I set it to where you boys will be close together cause each floor has two apartments and then Mj you’ll be staying closer to I am.” Jackie steps away, pulling a pair of yellowish gold pair of glasses similar to what Tony always wore from her suit pocket.

She puts the glasses on, gesturing for them to follow her and they all head toward the door. “Where are we going?” Peter (3) asks curiously, glancing one last time at the display cases of her wings.

“Gonna give you all a tour,” she tells them, looking back with a smirk. “Might as well make you all feel at home—for the time being at least.” Jackie taps the side of her glasses and the golden door automatically opens causing the group —minus Happy —to go ‘woah.’

“You have a lot to learn—some people to meet. We don’t have much time so let me be the first to welcome you to Avengers Campus.”

[steinfellds]

Sick Days

Pairing: Wanda x gn!Reader

Summary: Wanda woke up with a cold so you look after her.

759 words

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You groaned loudly as you woke up. God, you hated the mornings. You rubbed your eyes trying to get rub the sleep from them.

You blinked a couple of times then went to get up but jumped slightly as you saw your girlfriend, Wanda, sleeping peacefully in bed next to you.

You glanced over at the clock, 11:39 am. Wanda should have been up and training at 6:30 am. This wasn’t normal for Wanda, she never slept in, like never ever. This one time Wanda only slept for one hour but she still got up at 6.

You leaned down and started pecking Wanda’s face with slobbery kisses. Wanda woke up and pushed your face away laughing, “Ewww.” She wiped your kisses off her face and you pouted playfully, “But those were special kisses..” Wanda playfully mocked your pout, “Oh, we’re they?” You nodded and then went to kiss Wanda on the lips, but she pushed you away.

You frowned in confusion, Wanda never rejected your kisses. Wanda smiled and patted your leg, “You’re up early. Let’s go make breakfast together.” You shook your head with a chuckle, “You mean lunch, bubs.” This time it was Wanda’s turn to frown, “Lunch? It’s only-” Wanda looked over at the clock, “Oh, God. I had training with Natasha today, she’s going to kill me.” Wanda got out of bed and moved over to the closet and started pulling out her training clothes.

You followed Wanda and wrapped your hands around her waist and placed your head on her shoulder, “Can we still make lunch together?” You asked. Wanda shook her head as she started to undress from her nightclothes, “I’m going to have to train for an extra 5 hours. Sorry, baby.” You sighed. Wanda was always training, you understand she wants to improve but you feel like you barely see her anymore.

Wanda stepped out of your grasp as she put her clothes on, “Okay..” You mumbled. Wanda smiled sadly and stepped back towards you, your hands automatically going around her waist. You went to kiss Wanda on the lips again but she pulled back slightly, then rested her forehead against yours. You frowned as you felt Wanda’s forehead, it was hot. You replaced your forehead with your hand, “Wanda, you’re heating up.” Wanda shook her head, “I feel fine.” Wanda couldn’t lie even if her life depended on it. You raised a brow at her and she shrugged, “Okay, I feel a little sick.”

You nodded, “You’re staying in bed today.” Wanda stepped back from you, “I can still train today. I feel okay.” You chuckled, “Yeah, no.” You grabbed Wanda’s wrist and lead her over to the bed, pulling back the covers for her to lay down, “Here,” You passed her nightclothes over to her “Put these on. You’ll feel more comfortable.” Wanda put her nightclothes back on and let out a small cough, “I’ll go get some medicine and make some soup.” Wanda’s eyes lit up at the mention of soup, “Your special soup?” You nodded and gave Wanda some extra pillows so she could feel more comfortable. After she got comfortable you left the room and went downstairs to get some medicine and soup.

Natasha, Tony, and Clint were down in the kitchen when you got there, “Hey, Nat. Wanda’s feeling a little sick so she’s not training today.” Natasha nods, “Hope she feels better soon.”

You grab some medicine and start making your soup.

After you finish you pour the soup into a bowl with a spoon and give the extra to the others, then you carry everything back to your room. When you get closer to your room you can hear Wanda having a coughing fit and you walk a little faster. You open the door and see Wanda lying in a heap of pillows, you smile at how cute she looks. Wanda sits up slightly and smiles as you bring the soup over to her, “Take the medicine first.” You handed her two panadol pills and her water from your nightstand. She swallowed the pills then pats the pillows next to her, “Stay?” She asked in a small voice. You grinned and sit next to her, her head immediately finds your chest and she adjusts herself so she can eat the soup. You reach over for the TV remote and switch on Wanda’s favourite sitcom ‘Dick Van Dyke ‘

After a of couple episodes later you and Wanda slowly drift off to sleep, the last thoughts you were thinking of was each other.

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Lost and then Found pt. I

Imagine being taken by HYDRA. After years with them, they set you loose on someone you haven't seen in a while. Unfortunately for HYDRA, you weren't as susceptible to their mind experiments like they thought.

Words: 8.6K Author's Note: Major trigger warning! There will be a bit of talk about non-consensual pregnancies and some failed pregnancies from said attempts. Also I didn’t want to post this, but this upcoming week is going to be stressful for me and I honestly don’t know how much writing I’ll get done. Please read the bottom note for help on hopefully part 2 of this.

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The team had been hanging around various floors of the tower when FRIDAY alerted everyone that they were needed in the meeting room ASAP. And when FRIDAY sounded urgent, the team knew it must be serious. Leaving the gym, Steve and Bucky run into Clint and Natasha who had been coming out of the locker rooms.

"Any idea what's going on?" Bucky asks Nat.

She shakes her head. "FRIDAY wouldn't cough up any more information. I contacted Tony, but he just urged me to get my ass moving."

As they wait for the elevator, the doors slide open and they nod to Wanda who's already standing in the back corner. With her arms crossed over her chest, she nods to each of her teammates as they file in. Ever since she had lost Vision, she hadn't been quite herself and everyone knew to give her whatever time she needed.

In the meeting room, the atmosphere is immediately tense. Sam is at the table and as a testament to how serious the situation is he doesn't even crack a joke the second he lays eyes on Bucky. Everyone takes a seat, with the exception of Tony who's still pacing at the front of the room with a tablet in his hand.

"Tony," Steve calls out. "What's going on?"

A moment passes and then Tony stops at the head of the table, looking up. "This." He swipes up on his tablet screen, sending a video hologram to the middle of the table so everyone can see. "This came in about fifteen minutes ago."

The video plays and the team watches on in shocked speechlessness. The video shows a young girl who couldn't have yet been a teenager be strapped down to a gurney and injected with several different vials. They listen as the poor girl screams and thrashes, and sobs about burning on the inside.

The video cuts out before popping up again and shows the same girl, a little older this time, and having a mouth piece shoved into her small mouth before a contraption is lowered around her head. Eyes dart to Bucky and no one says a word as his metal arm whirs when he watches the young girl go through something very similar to what he went through. As she screams, the video cuts out again yet again.

Everyone had been so focused on Bucky's reaction, that no one paid any attention to Wanda as her eyes widened when the video came back for a third round. The girl on screen is definitely older now, her baby fat has all but vanished, and she looks defeated. Her hair hangs in limp strands around her face and there's a collar around her neck that Wanda knows gives off one hell of a shock to the person wearing it when they disobeyed orders. An older male walks into view and the girl cowers away. She winces, her hands flying up to the collar around her neck. "Begin," a voice then sounds. The male lunges for the small female and she tries her best to fend off his blows, but she ends up beaten and bloodied within thirty seconds. At the end of the fight the man is given instructions and then he walks over to the girl, kneeling down and biting her around the wrist. She screams, the man takes a bullet to the back of the head, and the video cuts out.

This time when the video comes back, the girl looks a little more steadier on her feet and less beaten down. She looks ready for a fight. Towards the end of the clip she has bloodied, pointed fingertips. She's shoved back into a chair and that's when her emotionless mask drops, begging to not be wiped. She screams as they start the procedure and then by the end of it there are no more tears. There's just an emotionless female awaiting orders as the video cuts out.

Finally the last clip shows her fighting like she's been doing it for years, taking down one attacker after the other until she's the last one left standing. There's a sharp whistle and the girl stands at attention, and the video zooms in on her stoic expression before cutting out altogether.

"Who sent this, Tony?" Steve readily asks.

"Don't know. I have FRIDAY chasing an IP address that just keeps pinging in every part of the world."

"Do we even know who she is?" Natasha asks. "And what the whole point of this video was?"

"No. Not a cl-"

"Her name is Y/N." Everyone looks to Wanda who can't take her gaze off her hands in her lap. "She was already there with HYDRA when Pietro and I showed up so long ago."

"Willingly?" Clint wonders.

Wanda shakes her head. "When we had gotten there, she had just turned nineteen. She was already stronger than the average human, but we never truly saw what she could do. She was different." She finally looks up, expression sad. "HYDRA was not all that we thought it would be, but by then there was no turning back. We'd seen Y/N around base, but she was always so stoic and never spoke to anyone. But when we had one on one time with her and the guards would leave us under her care, it was like a switch had flipped within her. She was so much lighter and she spoke to us like we had been friends since we were children."

"Why didn't we find her the first time we met you and your brother?" Tony then asks.

"She had been gone for weeks by then. They told us she was killed on a mission they sent her on, and that me and Pietro were going to be the new fists of HYDRA."

"The last video was stamped a week ago," Bucky says. "HYDRA lied."

Sam huffs. "Of course they did."

"They must have seen you, your brother, and Y/N getting friendly. They couldn't have their best weapons socializing and turning against them," Bucky says.

Clint sighs. "So what's the plan?"

"We get her back," Wanda says, leaving no room for Tony or Steve to say otherwise. "She was forcefully taken, unlike Pietro and I. She does not belong with them."

"It's been years, Wanda," Natasha says softly. "She might not be the same girl you knew."

"But what if she is? She is the only family I have left."

For a long moment no one says anything, so Tony takes it upon himself. "Then we look for her, but you're responsible for getting through to her. She'll only know you, not us."

"Fine."

Steve and Tony talk a bit more about being prepared for when FRIDAY tracks down their target, and then everyone is being dismissed.

Wanda takes a moment, letting everyone get up and walk out first, when Clint walks up behind her chair. Placing a hand on her shoulder, he leans down some to say, "Y/N is not your only family, kid. We're your family too." Wanda's heart cracks just a little and she reaches up to cover Clint's hand with her own to let him know she understands. "Just keep that in mind in case we don't find Y/N or she's no longer who she used to be."

Wanda gulps and then nods. "I will."

Working for HYDRA has been absolute hell. Ever since you had been taken as a little girl you were hell-bent on getting out of there which meant doing anything and everything to be in their good graces. Obviously you didn't learn to do so until you were sixteen and had most of your emotions under control.

They experimented and tortured and even tried their mind wipes like they did on their beloved Winter Soldier, but surprisingly your mind was never empty like they hoped to be. Of course, though, you kept that little detail to yourself wipe after wipe. But after everything that went on while you were in their grasp and after whatever they turned you into, you realized you couldn't quite leave and turn yourself loose on the public while you had no control over what you could do.

So you stayed and obeyed like a good little soldier, and attempted to train their new little puppets. Only being left alone with Wanda and Pietro became the one thing you started looking forward to up until they told you the twins didn't survive one of the trials. You had been heartbroken and devastated, but you couldn't let them see. So you nodded, let them move you to another facility and began anew.

You lost yourself within HYDRA, honing your skills and becoming someone even the other soldiers started to become wary of. The mind wipes became less and less the more obedient you became, but then they had a new mission for you- a mission which made your loathing for them hit an all time high.

You've been sitting in solitary for weeks now, biding your time until you could break free and get the hell out of dodge. All morning you've been antsy and it only becomes worse when you can feel the tension mounting all around you.

The door opens and you immediately snap to attention, but the guard that comes in does not have a lunch tray in his hands. Instead, he has a uniform which he readily tosses at you. "Get dressed. You've got a mission."

You quietly snarl at the guard after catching your suit and his hand immediately goes to the electrical prod at his side. "Careful," you drawl. "You wouldn't want your superiors to find out you injured their most prized possession."

His right eye twitches and he lets his hand fall limp. "The clock's ticking on your life, bitch, and when it's up I'll happily put you down."

"We'll just see about that."

The guard turns around and stomps away so he's standing just outside your door, and you hurriedly strip to get dressed in the apparent new uniform. The material for the pants are thin and fit like a glove, but you've worn these before and you know they're impenetrable to blades. Your boots are standard issued, but the long sleeve shirt- the shirt gives you pause because of the padding that's been added to it.

Once you're dressed and your hair has been tied up, you march up behind the soldier and readily clasp your hands behind your back to await orders.

Emotionless mask in place, you're led out and about the base. Everyone seems to be in a tizzy and the smell of gunpowder and blood is thick in the air. You can hear the gunshots and shouting from behind closed doors several rooms away, and you're not surprised that that's exactly where you're led.

The General meets you outside one room in particular and he dismisses your guard with a wave of his hand. You bite your tongue to keep from smiling at the fact the guard grumbles at being dismissed so easily.

"Ah my dear Y/N," the General coos. "Come. We've got several mice trapped and we need you to rid us of them once and for all." You blankly blink at him, nodding once to let him know you understand your mission.

The second he turns around to enter the code for the room, your shoulders drop just a bit and you attempt to put yourself in the mindset of fighting once again. The door slides open and you follow like an obedient little soldier, only to stop short at the sight of the assembled heroes standing on the opposite end of the room. One in particular stands out, her scent hitting you like a freight train and you have to try your hardest not to show an inkling of knowledge about who she is.

You stand next to, but an inch or so behind, the General's left side with your hands still clasped behind your back and feet shoulder width apart as you stare straight ahead. You're trying your damnedest to focus on the red, white, and blue shield Captain America is holding out before him, and not show any recognition for Wanda who is desperately calling out to you in hopes of recognizing her.

You block out what the General is saying, no doubt gloating about your skills, and zone back in just as he gives what he thinks is a command you're programmed to obey. With your right foot planted, you take a step back with a left and flick your wrists out at your sides so claws unsheathe themselves. You can hear several heartbeats pick up speed and you finally meet Wanda's gaze. She seems to still as you offer her the faintest of grins and send her a wink, only to twist on your right foot a moment later and send your clawed left hand into the throat of the General.

The Avengers all tense and prepare for a battle as the General gurgles on his own blood, and you lean in close to his ear so you can say, "Your first mistake was taking me from my family when I was just a little girl." He tries to pull your hand from his throat, but he is no match for your strength. Growling, you squeeze your hand that's still embedded in his throat. "And your last mistake was reintroducing me to Wanda, and giving me hope." Just as the alarms start to blare, you rip the General's throat out and let his limp body fall.

"Y/N?"

You glance up, smirking at Wanda and her wide-eyed expression. "Hello, little Maximoff." You flick your hand free of some of the blood and then smile at her companions. "Avengers." You nod at them in greeting.

"You remember."

You blink at her, not bothering to answer the obvious. Instead, you can hear walkie talkies going haywire outside the room and you turn around to glance up at the windows where you know others are watching. You mockingly wave at them with your bloodied hand and start pacing in the middle of the room, putting Wanda and the Avengers at your back. Looking up at the window, you let your smirk drop into a scowl. "You think you can take me from my family, torture and brainwash me, and then sic me on the only other family I've ever known?" You yell, seething. Cracking your neck, you let your rage take over and feel the bones shift uncomfortably in your face. Even your eyes burn and you know they're flaring an electric blue. "You're fools for thinking you could control me."

You feel a soft pressure on your wrist and immediately turn to growl at the person who dares touch you, but you lower your head in shame when you see it's just Wanda. She softly gasps and you try to turn away. "What did they do to you?" She asks as she gently grasps you by the chin to make you face her once more.

"What they do best?" You mumble, sharp teeth catching on your bottom lip. "They turned me into a monster."

Wanda's voice catches in her throat, but before she can say anything you're facing the door and stepping in front of her to shield her. Seven soldiers rush in, electrical prods gripped tight in hand.

"Why don't they have any guns?" You hear one of the Avengers ask.

"They must want her alive," someone else answers.

"If you don't stand down, we're going to have to resort to drastic measures," one HYDRA agent says.

"Then resort to them," you growl, "because now that I know Wanda is alive you're gonna have to kill one of us just to separate us again."

Wanda steps up next to you then, hands slowly rotating at the wrists as red energy floats around them. "And trust me, I am not so easily killed."

You can sense the Avengers all stepping into line behind you, but you don't bother looking at them. Instead, you focus on the threat in front of you and the fact they have more people gathering outside once the first line falls. Then from one second to the next, there's a silent command that sends the HYDRA agents into fight mode.

You break off from Wanda, drawing a few agents towards you. Your fighting skills come into play and it's easy for you to either block or withstand the shock of the electrical prods. However, the agents are not so lucky since you're going in for the kill. If you're not kicking in knees and snapping necks, your claws and teeth are digging into throats and ripping out flesh. You're roaring and snarling, and scaring most of the agents you come into contact with, but there are a select few which are all too happy to disobey orders and engage you in physical combat.

You take quite a few hits to the face and sides, and for a moment you're worried, but you have to push through and worry later.

You're not sure how long the fight lasts, but all you know is hat the last agent you claw until he's gurgling on his own blood is the last one to go down. Panting and heaving, electric blue eyes scan the room. All the Avengers are still standing, most of them don't even look like they participated in the fight, but all are watching you with wary eyes.

Wanda steps in your direction and you growl, but then stop the moment her hands go up to show you she means no harm. "It's over," she tells you, her accent heavy and reminding you of so long ago when you first took her under your wing. "If you want to leave, you need to calm down. My team has no idea who you are and you being so hostile makes them nervous."

"Team?" The word rumbles through your throat as your gaze jumps from person to person. "But where's Pietro?"

When your gaze lands back on Wanda, she's smiling softly. But that smile soon wobbles as she shakes her head. "He died a while back. I'm sorry."

You shake your head as you take a step back and Wanda quickly closes the distance between the two of you. She wraps her arms around until you lower your head to her shoulder and you sniffle quietly. "I'm sorry."

"It's okay. He died a hero," she says. "We saw the error of our ways and the Avengers took us in." You finally allow yourself to wrap your arms around her, breathing her in and calming your rage. When you feel yourself sag against her, you finally pick up your head and smile as she runs a finger down the bridge of your nose. "There you are."

"M'sorry."

"For?"

"For you having to see me that way. I didn't even know you were alive and then they just told me to dress and take care of a mice problem they had. I didn't know it was the Avengers."

"It's okay," Wanda assures you. "You did the right thing."

"Um, I hate to break up this crazy reunion, but we need to go."

You glance at the man with wings and nod. "That would be a good idea. They'll send more soldiers soon."

Captain America glances at Wanda. "Get her to the quinjet. We're gonna do a sweep of the base before bringing it down."

Wanda gives him a nod and then she's urging you to follow her. You follow her through the winding hallways and an elevator ride up to the surface, and you huff a quiet laugh when you see the destruction left in the Avengers' wake. Off in the distance there's a jet and Wanda wastes no time in leading you up the ramp, and onto a seat.

"Just wait right here." She rushes towards a door and you're surprised a small bathroom sits behind it. She grabs what appears to be a hand towel from inside and then walks over behind the cockpit of the jet, grabbing a bottle of water from inside a bench seat. Then walking back over to you, she gestures to your face. "You've got a lot of blood."

"Oh." You take the towel and water, and quickly wet the towel to start wiping off your face and hands. There's nothing you can do for your clothes, so you leave them be.

As you wait for the others to return, you fidget in your seat and exhale softly as you catch Wanda's gaze. "What made you guys hit this specific base?" You wonder. "They're usually very careful about the comings and goings so they didn't attract the wrath of the Winter Soldier."

Wanda smiles and takes a seat across from you. "Bucky has been going on a world tour of tearing down HYDRA bases in his free time. We think HYDRA got tired of it and wanted to lure us into a trap, so they sent us a video of you."

You frown. "Why me? And what video?"

"They wanted me to rush in and not be at one hundred percent, hoping I'd make a mistake," she says. "Bucky and Natasha believe HYDRA saw us getting close, so they separated us and told us the other had died so we'd follow them faithfully. And when they sent that video, I was stunned. I wanted to rush in and bring you home, but the team made me take a beat." Having stood up halfway through her explanation, Wanda had retrieved a tablet and tapped away at it. Handing it to you, you find a paused video on screen.

Pressing play, you watch yourself be tortured and experimented on, and taught to kill. You wrinkle your nose at how young you were and how sickly you were at one point until they found a method that took and made you what you currently are. You're so caught up in the video that you aren't paying attention to your surroundings and are surprised to see the Avengers walking up the ramp.

"Done already?" Wanda asks.

"All we have to do is detonate once we're up in the air."

Wanda exhales in relief and you meet the gaze of several Avengers who don't know what to think of you after seeing you rip through the HYDRA soldiers like it was nothing. To break the ice, you say the first thing that pops into your mind. "So that was fun."

Iron Man snorts as he walks on by, heading straight for the cockpit. "Great. Another murder-happy supersoldier."

"Uhh, I'm not a supersoldier," you say. The rest of the team glances at you and you go on to explain. "On the video, you all saw the man bite me. Right?" There are various forms of acknowledgement. "Well that's what turned me into what I am. A bite."

"A bite from what?" Black Widow wonders.

You shrug. "The best I can come up with is a werewolf."

Hawkeye snorts, but at your no nonsense expression he sobers up. "Oh. Uh, those exist?"

"I'm assuming so," you say. "I get extra rage-y during a full moon, so I'll probably have to be chained up when the next one comes around." Wanda looks startled at your confession, but you flash her a small grin. "It's fine. I'm used to it by now."

Everyone takes a moment before either taking a seat or steadying themselves, and then there's lift off. The quinjet rises higher and higher until it hovers mid-air. Captain America walks towards the cock-pit and after giving the all-clear you can hear a distant boom and concrete caving inward.

"Well that's another base down," Captain America says.

Exhaling in relief, you allow your eyes to close and relish the feeling of being free. Your moment of peace, however, is short lived when you feel eyes on you. Opening them, Captain America and the Winter Soldier are sitting across from you now. Wanda has taken the seat next to you and you smile as she lays her head on your shoulder.

"I know you've been through a lot, but we have some things we'd like to discuss," the good Captain says.

You nod. "Ask away."

"They wiped you over and over," the Winter Soldier says matter of factly. "Why didn't it take?"

"I honestly have no idea," you admit. "The first time, it took. I didn't know who I was or where I was."

"How did you break out of it?"

"Something one of the doctors said triggered a memory from when I was younger and it just snowballed from there. I started remembering, but a few months after that I was wiped again. The second time didn't take quite so well, but I still forgot. I just knew there was something missing and slowly but surely it started coming back," you say. "But then after I was bitten, the mind wipes completely stopped working. It hurt like hell and I learned to fake it until I could find a way out of there."

"We didn't find much on you," the Winter Soldier says. "Their computers were already self-destructing, but we did manage to find a book where they wrote down your trigger words. You don't mind if we say them to make sure you're telling the truth?"

Wanda's head immediately snaps up, no doubt ready to tell them to back off, and you grin at her protectiveness. "It's fine." She then turns to look at you in shock and you wave her off. "Honestly, it's fine. They don't work. I should seriously win an Oscar for best actress."

Hawkeye and the Black Widow stand on either side of Captain America and the Winter Soldier, and he slowly reads the words aloud after opening the book. "Blue. Full moon. Bitten. Beta. Wolf. Red."

Everyone seems to hold their breath and the corner of your lips quirk into a grin. "Still doubting me?"

Captain America huffs. "That's unbelievable."

"You've fought aliens and Asgardian princes, Captain. My broken mind should be the least unbelievable thing."

"Steve. My name's Steve," he says. "And you're not broken." Your grin falters as you blink at him in surprise. "And this is Bucky." The Winter Soldier nods at you and you return the sentiment.

"Clint," Hawkeye says.

"Natasha."

"Sam."

"And I'm Tony Stark, but I'm sure you knew that."

"Uh, sure," you slowly muse. When he squawks and turns around his seat, you huff a small laugh. "Of course I know who you are. I know who you all are thanks to HYDRA and their obsession with you. I just wasn't privy to the fact that Wanda was part of the team until now."

They take your word for it and now that with the knowledge that the trigger words do nothing to you, it seems to bring some ease to the group and everyone finally settles in. According to Wanda the jet ride is going to take a bit so you might as well make yourself comfortable.

About twenty minutes into the ride, you shift uncomfortably in your seat. You chalk it up to the fact the seats aren't really that comfortable to begin with, but when you move to stretch your back a little you feel a pang just to the right side of your abdomen. The pain causes you to still and when it lingers you close your eyes to concentrate on your hearing. Unfortunately, the roar of the jet's engines prevents you from hearing anything.

You abruptly stand up which causes every gaze to snap to you, but you pay them no mind. You feel a cramp suddenly take hold on your lower abdomen and you bend at the waist, breathing through it.

"Y/N?" Wanda calls out.

"Something's wrong." With those two words, you feel the tension in the jet amp up. Your hand goes to your side, rubbing there and then following towards the cramp in your lower abdomen. "Something's really wrong."

"What's going on?" She asks.

You whirl around, eyes burning and you don't even care that they're flaring blue at your friend. "Your magic. Can you feel things with it? Or people. Anything?" You ask in a rush.

"I- I don't know what you-"

"Can you feel someone's conscious or whatever! I need- I just-"

"Okay. Okay," she slowly stands up. "I can. Now tell me what's wrong."

You immediately grab her right hand and set it against your abdomen. "Tell me if you can feel anything." Your eyes burn again, this time with unshed tears. "I can't listen for a heartbeat over the jet's engine."

As your words sink in, Wanda's eyes widen. "You're pregnant."

"Holy shit," you hear someone mutter behind you.

"It hurts." You finally allow the tears to fall. "It's not supposed to hurt."

"How- how far along?"

"Three and a half months. Please, Wanda, I can't-"

Without further prompting, Wanda's eyes glow red. You glance down and see her hand glow red as well, her magic then slowly encircling your abdomen. After what feels like an eternity, she slowly smiles. "There it is." Her gaze darts up to you and the red fades away. "I can feel him. Or her."

You choke back a sob, your hand flying to your mouth to muffle it. Wanda immediately embraces you and you sink into the comfort she's offering you. Then after a moment there's a hand on your shoulder that doesn't belong to Wanda and you lift your head up to see Sam.

"Hey girl, mind if I check you out? You fought awfully hard back at the base and given your condition I'd be more at ease if I knew everything was good."

Your brow furrows. "You're a doctor?"

"No, but I've got some training bandaging people up for the real docs. The most I can do for you right now is check for tender spots so I can report back to the doctor at the compound and insert an IV."

You look to Wanda for her opinion and she nods to let you know it's okay. Then looking back at Sam, you nod. "Okay."

Clint immediately pulls down a cot from where it was folded against the quinjet wall and Sam gestures for you to lay down. He instructs you to lift your shirt and you do so, lifting it until it's bunched beneath your bust. "Okay so I already see some bruising."

His fingertips touch the side of your abdomen and you automatically growl. He freezes and you wince. "Sorry. Instincts."

He chuckles. "It's okay. Given what you apparently are and the circumstances, that's to be expected. Am I good to proceed?"

"Yeah." You inhale shakily. "You're good."

Sam continues his brief examination, pressing here and there around your abdomen for any tender spots. You wince at one particular push and he quietly apologizes. When he's done, he leans back. "You're definitely gonna have to be checked out as soon as we get to the compound."

"Understood."

"But I'd like to get an IV started if that's okay. With you being pregnant and under HYDRA's care, I rather get some fluids in you that I know haven't been tampered with."

"Yeah. Yeah, that's fine."

You sit up and Wanda walks over to sit next to you on the cot, taking your hand between both of hers to offer you some semblance of comfort. Steve gets up to go speak with Tony and you ignore the quiet conversation they're obviously having about you. You can feel various stares on you, but you keep your gaze dead ahead and manage to keep from fidgeting or lashing out.

You don't know when, but you end up dozing off against Wanda. Then the next time you're conscious, you're being gently shaken awake and you watch as everyone starts to disembark the jet.

"We're home," Wanda murmurs. "Are you ready for this?"

"Yeah."

Slightly stretching, you're apprehensive about any sort of pain flaring but it never comes. You're thankful for it and then stand up to walk side-by-side with Wanda. Arm hooked through hers, you follow her off the jet and into the sleekest building you've ever laid eyes on. Sam is waiting for you, alongside a woman who smiles kindly at you. She introduces herself as Doctor Cho and you readily follow after her.

The labs make you apprehensive, but Wanda and Sam assure you everything is fine. Doctor Cho has you change into an unflattering medical gown and she talks through everything right before she does it so you're not caught off guard. All in all, being poked and prodded by this woman is a lot more pleasant than when HYDRA's doctors did it.

After a while, Doctor Cho comes back with a tablet in hand. You can see she wants to ask for privacy, but you immediately let her know that you're okay with Wanda and Sam hearing everything. Since you're staying wherever Wanda is, it's only fair the others know what's going on with you so there are no secrets.

Smiling, Doctor Cho glances at the tablet before looking up at you. "So everything seems to be completely normal," she says. Sam and Wanda exhale in relief. "Sam mentioned some bruising around your abdomen when he first walked in, but there is no sign of any bruising whatsoever. You and the baby seem one hundred percent healthy given everything you've through."

"I heal fast," you quietly admit. "I'm not sure why it took so long for me to feel the pain, but I panicked because of the baby and I wasn't thinking straight back on the jet."

"As an expecting mother, it's normal to panic. I had first hand experience with Mr. Stark's wife a few years back. Panicking is normal, but you just have to remember to breathe and take it one step at a time."

"Easier said than done," you mumble.

Doctor Cho chuckles. "Well for the next few weeks, I want you to take it easy. I'm not putting you on bed rest because of your accelerated healing, but I don't want you doing any strenuous activity."

"Don't worry," Wanda muses. "I'll make sure her butt is planted on the sofa at all times."

"Well okay then," Doctor Cho says. "I have some clothes for you if you want so you don't have to get back into that suit."

"I'd like that. Thank you."

"And if you're up for it, I'd like to see you again next week so we can make sure you and baby are still heading on the right track. I'll even order in some prenatal vitamins and a few others that you're lacking."

You nod. "Okay. That sounds good."

Reconnecting with Wanda had been easy. You were happy that she and Pietro got away from HYDRA when they did, even if Pietro didn't get to enjoy his freedom, and she was sad that you had been under HYDRA's thumb this entire time. But a little wine (for Wanda) and a lot of grape juice (for you), and the two of you were chatting like you hadn't missed any time at all.

After that, settling in at the Avengers' compound was a lot easier than you anticipated. Everyone, with the exception of Tony and Clint, lived just behind the compound in a new building that had been erected not too long ago and it was a lot more homely than you were expecting. You had moved in with Wanda for the meantime, keeping to her quarters so as to not step on any toes. But on the rare chance you decided to stretch your legs, you were surprised that the others would cordially start a conversation with you to see how you were doing.

Then after several visits with Doctor Cho where she continued to tell you that you and baby were doing extremely well, Wanda decided to have a family dinner in celebration.

"So who's all going to be here again?" You ask, already looking through the refrigerator.

"Just the usual," Wanda tells you. "I didn't want Clint and Tony to have to drag their families out here, but they do check in every now and then. They're happy you're settling in."

You snort, shutting the refrigerator door and standing straight. "Are you sure that's it and it's not because I haven't ravaged anyone to death?"

"Y/N.."

"I'm only joking." You grin. "Now can you please contact the others and tell them to hurry up? I'm starving!"

Grinning, Wanda takes her phone in hand and starts tapping away. She chuckles at something on her screen a few moments later, but before you can ask what's so funny you hear several individuals approaching. The aroma of the food hits you next and your mouth immediately starts watering. Steve, Bucky, Natasha, and Sam walk in- each and every one of them carrying various bags of takeout.

"Hey Y/N, think you got a little drool there," Sam says, gesturing to the corner of his mouth.

And without missing a beat, you say, "Not only am I a pregnant woman, Samuel, but I'm a pregnant wolf. I will eat you if you don't stop teasing me."

Sam gasps in offence as everyone else chuckles, and then they're setting the food down on the table to start unloading it as Wanda asks you to help her with utensils and drinks. But the second you turn back towards the table and see all the food laid out, you pause and take it all in. And then promptly burst into tears.

Everyone seems startled, but you're quick to get yourself under control. Sniffling and then wiping the tears away, you say, "I'm sorry. It's just that there's so much food!"

Steve is the first to chuckle. "You're crying because there's a lot of food?"

"Well yeah. You brought all this food and you're not expecting anything from me." Steve's smile instantly vanishes. "HYDRA would offer me nice things, but it always came at a price."

Sam whistles lowly. "Well that just took a turn for the depressing." A beat passes and then, "Come on, little momma. Come grab some grub."

Wanda smiles kindly at you and you finish making your way to the table. You end up with her at your side and Bucky across from you, and a table full of food laid out in front of you. Then the second Natasha reaches for pan fried dumplings, you reach for one of the largest burgers you've ever seen and a whole tray of fries. You groan at the first taste and proceed to finish it off in five more bites. You eat some fries and then stare at the remaining burgers with longing.

"Go ahead," Natasha tells you. "We have more than enough."

You sheepishly grin in her direction and grab another hamburger, devouring it without a care in the world.

But then when you eye the sushi and reach for it, you gasp when the chopsticks in Bucky's hand whack the back of your hand. "No. Raw fish is bad for pregnant women."

A growl unconsciously slips free and the whole table freezes. But then the situation you're in sinks in and you roll your eyes as you pull your hand back into your lap. "Then just say so, Barnes. Don't whack me. I'm not a damn dog." You're scowling at him, but then your words sink in when you see the corner of his lips twitch. "Oh shut up."

The whole table laughs and you shake your head, grinning as you then reach for a container of Chinese noodles that smell absolutely divine.

Later, stuffed full and laying across a sofa, the whole lot of you are relaxing as the TV plays some random TV show Sam had put on. A commercial comes on for pampers and you groan. "I am not looking forward to diaper duty."

Wanda chuckles, but it's Natasha who asks, "So you plan on keeping the baby?" You startle at the question, glancing over at her. "I mean everyone just kind of figured you wouldn't want to given the circumstances of when and where you became pregnant, so-"

"No, I get it," you tell her. "When HYDRA first told me the plan of birthing them a soldier, I kind of lost it. I pretty much went feral at the idea of forcefully having a baby." Gulping, you quickly sit up to explain all that went down. "They wanted to breed me," you sneer, "and they had to sedate me for their chosen soldier to just enter the same room." Immediately your nose tingles, everyone's anger wafting off of them in waves. "Unfortunately for them, they forgot to take into account that my metabolism burned through everything ten times faster than a normal human and I came to just as my pants were being unbuttoned. The guy barely had time to smirk before I ripped his throat out. With my teeth."

The men all stare at you in various stages of shock, but Wanda and Natasha both smirk. "Atta girl," the redheaded assassin muses.

"Killing their top candidate was a big upset, so they attempted to wipe me again," you say with a shrug. "But when the higher-ups got wind of an unscheduled wipe, they came down to see what that was all about. Needless to say, they were not impressed with their Doc's breeding tactics. Doc One took a bullet between the eyes and they brought in Doc Two who was a big fan of artificial insemination." Everyone winces. "Pregnancies one and two didn't stick, so they tried pregnancy three with a sample they had in the freezer. I don't know who the father is, but HYDRA was really ecstatic when month three came along and the two of us were still in good health."

"And you're okay with keeping this baby?" Wanda softly asks.

"I kind of have to be. This baby," you say while gently touching your abdomen, "is half me and half someone else who I'm pretty sure is enhanced. Even if I thought adoption was an option, I don't think I could live with myself knowing a piece of me was somewhere out there."

Everyone takes a moment after your story sinks in, thinking about all that you've been while in HYDRA's control. Afterwards, Steve clears his throat. "So before anyone goes overboard with baby stuff, we're gonna have to put you in your own apartment." He smiles when he notices he catches you off guard with that. "No need to overflow Wanda's apartment with baby things when we have plenty of room to spread out still."

"A-Are you sure?" You ask. "I was ready to start looking elsewhere for a place to live, but-"

"No. HYDRA will be on the lookout for you and that baby," Wanda says. "You're staying here where they won't dare to infiltrate."

You glance at each present Avenger, taking in their pleasant expressions and sniffing them out for any hints of deceit. Finding none, you allow yourself to relax and grin. "Okay then. We'll stay here."

Cohabitating with the Avengers is nothing like you expected. Everyone's guard is down while at home and everyone likes spending time together in the communal spaces when there's not a mission for them to be worrying about. Sam especially gets a kick out of seeing how your appetite holds up against the two supersoldiers and he's impressed that you can eat the same amount or sometimes more.

And when the full moon is less than a week away, it's not just you who's worried about it.

Tony flies in when they notice you're quick to anger and they quickly clean out the hulk proof room that hasn't been used in quite some time. Steve and Wanda take charge, asking what would make you most comfortable, and you admit that anything with your scent on it will do. But what catches everyone off guard is that you sheepishly request something with their scent on it as well and you have to embarrassingly admit that it's a werewolf thing. With you spending so much time with them, you've kind of latched on and your wolf considers them yours.

Everyone is game to get you whatever you need and within half an hour they've got your bed set up in the room, and blankets and pillows from those you'd been living with these past couple of weeks. Everyone takes care to not annoy you the couple days leading up to the full moon, and then you're encouraged to go ahead and settle in the room the day you snarl at Tony for making a puppy joke.

Wanda sits in an armchair in the room as you sit against your headboard, talking about anything and everything as you practice some of Bruce's meditation tips. The door to the room is open for now, and every now and then you can hear someone pass by to quietly check in.

No one needs to tell you when the moon's reached its apex because you can feel the change within you. Your breathing becomes a little heavier and your fidgeting is no doubt more apparent. Sweat starts to bead along your hairline and you curl your fingers inward so as to not shred any of your bedding when you feel your claws suddenly elongate.

"Y/N..?"

"Wanda." You inhale deeply and slowly release it. "I think it's time you go."

You hear the armchair creak under Wanda's weight. "What? I can-"

"Go." You exhale deeply once more, slowly glancing up and eyes burning blue. "You need to go."

A growl slips free and then Steve's immediately in the doorway. "Wanda, come on."

Your gaze stays glued to Wanda as she cautiously stands and she smartly walks backwards to the door rather than giving you her back. And the second the door slides shut, you're leaping out of bed and pacing the entirety of the room. Your agitation ends up getting the best of you and you end up ripping your shirt off, thankful that you had been talked into wearing a sports bra underneath.

The walls are opaque, but the second a voice comes over an intercom you're whirling around to glare at the exact spot where everyone is congregated around screens and keeping watch over you. "Y/N, you need to calm down. Your heartbeat is way too fast."

You snarl and a fist flies towards the wall. There's a loud thump, but they put you in a hulk-proof room for a reason. No matter how much strength you have, you won't make a single crack in the glass.

As you pace all around the room, you growl and roar out your agitation.

Fortunately for you, you have a fair amount of control and you never resort to harming yourself. You do, however, tire of pacing and your bed looks all too welcoming. So once you deem it safe enough to let your guard down, you crawl into bed and surround yourself with the various pillows and blankets of your pack.

The following morning when you wake up, Doctor Cho whisks you away for an evaluation to make sure the full moon didn't affect the baby. And once you're given the all clear, Wanda and Sam lure you into the kitchen with a promise of a hearty breakfast.

You're more tired than usual, but you manage to perch on one of the bar stools at the kitchen island, setting your elbow on the island top and setting your chin in the palm of your hand. Wanda starts to slice up some avocados when you notice there's an itch under your skin that's telling you you need to do something, but you aren't sure what. The feeling amps up as the time ticks on by, but before you can get up and start pacing in agitation there's an arm draping around your shoulders.

The familiar scent of Steve overwhelms you and you feel yourself automatically lean towards him. He chuckles. "How are you feeling?"

"Like I wanna snuggle the hell out of you," you mumble. Leaning away from him, you turn on your stool and part your knees, pulling Steve as close to you as possible. "Seriously, just hug me. I need to scent everyone again."

Sam snorts from his spot at the stove and Steve happily obliges you. Your arms wrap around his waist and you lay the side of your face against Steve's chest, a happy rumble slipping free as Steve embraces you back. "I don't know why you're laughing, Wilson. I'm cuddling all of you."

After about five minutes, you let Steve go and you readily drag Wanda into his vacant spot. She laughs, but hugs you back the moment your arms go around her. You shove your face into the side of her neck and you can't resist rubbing your cheek along her shoulders.

Sam ends up getting the same exact treatment right before breakfast is served up and since Natasha isn't really a hugger, she does sit next to you and allows you to at least drape one of your legs over hers underneath the table.

Afterwards, instead of heading back towards the apartment you share with Wanda, you eye Bucky who's sitting on the couch with a book in his right hand. And though he's been perfectly cordial with you since you've been brought in, you knew better than to just approach him out of the blue like you can with Wanda, Sam, and Steve.

Steve chuckles as he sees your hesitance, but he offers you no help in broaching the cuddling topic with his best friend. However, just as you enter Bucky's peripheral, he readily lifts his left arm that had been resting on the armrest. You sigh in relief and crawl in Bucky's lap, sitting sideways and laying your head on his shoulder. His metal arm curls around your back and his hand which he's holding the book settles down atop your knees.

You soak in Bucky's warmth and scent, and before you know it your eyelids get heavier and heavier.

The click of a phone's camera sounds and Bucky glances up to see Wanda pointing her phone at him. "What?" She feigns innocence. "It's adorable."

"She's exhausted," he says. "I'd fall asleep anywhere too if I had to go through what she did."

"I can take her if you want," Wanda says. "Float her on back to our apartment."

"No. It's fine," he's quick to assure her. "I wasn't planning on moving anytime soon anyway."

Wanda nods, hiding her grin as she walks towards the elevator where Steve and Sam are already waiting. Getting in, all three individuals smirk at Bucky cradling a sleeping pregnant werewolf in his lap.

"If she names that pup after Barnes, I'm throwing hands," Sam says.

Wanda laughs. "I don't think she's thinking about naming her child after a man she's only known for a couple of weeks, Sam."

"Well some would think that one would not sleep in the lap of someone they've only known for a couple of weeks, but here we are," Steve then says. "Unless it's a werewolf thing."

Wanda, Steve, and Sam take a moment to think about it before Sam says, "I got twenty that says those two end up hooking up before the baby bump makes itself known."

"What? No way." Wanda shakes her head. "I have twenty that says she's just extra cuddly because she's hormonal and just came down from the full moon."

"Guys," Steve admonishes them. A moment later, he grins. "Twenty says a real attraction grows and those two end up together."

"You're on, Rogers."

Author's Note: So you guys wanna give me baby name suggestions? And gender suggestions?

[thesuitkovian]

“I love you.” “Tell me that when you’re sober.” + “I didn’t think it was possible to love someone this much.”

A/N: Kinda wrote this as an alternate ending to the previous Clint Drabble, but you don’t need to read the other to understand this one or anything like that.

Prompt: “I love you.” “Tell me that when you’re sober.” + “I didn’t think it was possible to love someone this much.” w/ Clint

Word Count: 1.2k

Content Warnings: Clint x Reader, mentioning drinking, drunk characters, mentions of vomiting, fluff

You had snuck out of Tony’s party, hiding in one of the tower’s many staff rooms, and decided to relax on one of the couches. You hadn’t intended to fall asleep but according to the clock, you had slept right through the 3-hour party undisturbed.

As you’re rubbing the sleep from your eyes the door swings open and you immediately whip your head to see who it is, startled. Tony enters the staff room, sighing and throwing his hands in the air as soon as he sees you.

“Finally. Can you come get your man please?”

You frown, confused, “My man?”

“Clint is drunk and I don’t have the energy or desire to drag his ass back to his rooms.”

“Tony, did you find-” Natasha enters the room, stopping and offering you a half-smile when she sees you, “Hey there, Y/n, Clint is asking for you. Says he refuses to go to bed until you-” she lifts her hands, making quotation marks around her next words, “Tuck him in.”

Tony lifts a hand, motioning to Natasha, “See what I’m talking about? Your man, you deal with him. And if he throws up on my expensive floors you can clean it up. These floors cost more than you’ll ever earn in your lifetime, alright, I don’t want vomit stains on my hardwood.”

Natasha snorts, shaking her head, “I bet you don’t Tony.”

He gives her a deadpan look, stepping to the side so you can pass in between them, “Very mature, Nat, very mature.”

Their bickering fades as you walk down the hall and into the large open party area. Bruce turns, hearing your footsteps, and nods when he sees you. He’s sitting on the coffee table in front of Clint, humoring Clint who seems to be rambling on about something. He has two drumsticks cuddled to his chest and his knees dangling over the edge of the couch.

Thor sits off to the side, enjoying an alcoholic beverage with a smirk on his face. “Here you are! Clint has not stopped asking for you, Midgardian!”

Clint’s head snaps up at this, a large smile blooming on his face when he sees you. “Lovebird!” He crows, struggling to sit up. Bruce lurches forward, steadying him with a helpful hand on his shoulder but Clint doesn’t even notice, only having eyes for you.

“Thank you, Bruce.” You nod in his direction, crouching down in front of the inebriated avenger.

“Yeah, of course,” He stands, wiping his hands on his pants before awkwardly placing them on his hips for a few seconds before stuffing them in his pants pockets, “Have a good night, Y/n.”

“You too, Bruce.” He turns to walk away just as Clint brings a hand up to your jaw, turning your head to face him. “Stop paying attention to Bruce, pay attention to me.” He pouts, cupping your face with a warm, calloused hand. You lean into the touch, pressing a kiss to his wrist.

“Come on, Clint, it’s time for bed.” You stand, reaching out your hands for him to take.

He does so eagerly, jumping to his feet, “You’re coming to bed with me?” You can hear his excitement as you turn and begin to walk him out of the room.

You chuckle, shaking your head, “No, Clint. You are very drunk, I’m just going to take you to your room-” You jolt to a stop when he stops walking but keeps a hold of your hand. You turn to look at him, noting the frown now pulling the corners of his lips down cutely. “What’s wrong?”

“I want you to come to bed with me.” He states, voice like steel, and you know he isn’t going to change his mind. He’s stubborn sober but drunk he is completely unmovable.

“Alright, fine.” I’ll go to bed with you Clint.” His smile is back in a second, and now he’s guiding you to the elevators.

You allow him to press the buttons himself, and as soon as the door closes he’s wrapping his arms tight enough around you that you can’t move away.

His words catch you by surprise, but you recover quickly, telling yourself not to take the words too seriously. “Tell me that when you’re sober.” You force out, your whole face now warm and your voice a little shaky.

“Clint?” You ask, your cheeks getting warm.

His nose brushes along your neck before nuzzling his face against your nape. “I love you.” He slurs, his voice muffled.

“I love you.” He presses, voice gaining that same edge it does when he’s trying to win an argument.

The elevator beeps and comes to a stop, and the doors open revealing the floor with all your rooms.

You lead him out of the elevator, which is a struggle seeing as he is now leaning on you heavily. At least he isn’t completely octopused around you like earlier, or else you wouldn’t even be able to move.

“You’re drunk.” You disagree, “You love everything when you’re drunk.”

He shakes his head, once again stopping the both of you in his tracks. He’s starting to remind you of a hard-headed mule.

“I do love you. I love you so much, Y/n, so so so much. I just love you like…” He trails off, “a lot. I don’t have the words to describe how much I love you, cause I just love you so much.” He grabs you by your waist, pulling you as close to him as he can get you, staring you in the eyes with a surprisingly sober expression, “I didn’t think it was possible to love someone this much.”

Your resolve begins to waver, but you just shake your head slowly to recuperate yourself.

“Let's get to bed,” You whisper, struggling to keep your voice even. You tug him towards his room and he surprisingly lets you. He’s silent as you guide him into his rooms and then his bedroom, helping him to take his shoes off and get comfortable.

He breaks the silence as you pull his blankets up to his chin, tucking him just as Natasha said he wanted. “Do you not love me?” He asks, his voice startlingly sad.

Your eyes snap to his face, surprised by his words. “What?”

“You didn’t say it back.” He whispers, his pout back full force and no longer just for attention.

You find yourself floundering. Of course you love Clint, but you don’t want your love confession to be while he’s drunk and probably won’t remember it in the morning… but if he won’t remember it then you can always confess it to him again at a different point.

Taking a deep breath to steady yourself you open your mouth to return the sentiment, but when you go to meet his eyes you find they’re closed.

“Clint?” You ask, frowning. He doesn’t respond, and you realize he’s fallen asleep.

You sigh deeply, leaning forward to press a kiss to his forehead. “I love you too.”

[natasha-romanoff-deserved-better]

Clintasha Advent 2021

Day Five: Time

Slight CW for concussions.

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Clint’s phone buzzes with a text message, the four quick vibrations signaling it was Tony.

He ignores it. He’s exhausted, having been driving for several hours at this point through the night, and he’s not confident in his ability to drive in the total darkness and read a text while being so tired.

A ringtone fills the car a minute later, and Clint groans. He lets it ring to the final ringtone out of spite before accepting the call.

“Tony, if you’re calling me at almost 3am because you blew up another lab I swear--”

Tony cuts him off. “How far away are you? We need you here, now.”

Clint frowns and glances at the clock. “I’m only like.. An hour away. What’s going on?” He’s almost afraid to ask.

“Natasha just rocked up from her mission with a concussion.”

Clint waits for him to continue. He doesn’t. “...Is she okay?”

“No. I mean, yes, she doesn’t have any other injuries, if that’s what you’re asking. But this situation is absolutely not okay because she has a concussion and you’re not here to deal with her. I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but she doesn’t exactly listen to anyone else.”

Clint puts more pressure on the gas pedal, watches as the speedometer goes up. Tony starts to say something else to him, but Natasha’s voice cuts him off from further away, and he interrupts himself to mumble at her for a moment before returning. “Seriously though. She’s asking for you.”

There’s fumbling on the phone, and then Natasha is speaking.

“Clint?”

He smiles, suppressing a laugh at Tony in the background who is cussing at her for stealing his phone. “Hey Nat. What happened to ya?”

“Uh,”

“It’s okay if you don’t remember right now.” He tells her.

“Where are you?”

He glances at the clock on the dashboard. “I’m 40 minutes away. I’ll be there soon, okay?” The roads are empty - he doesn’t feel guilt as he presses the car to go faster upon hearing the frown in her voice.

More fumbling, and Tony is back on the line. “What am I supposed to do with her?”

Clint rolls his eyes. “You’ve dealt with concussions before, Tony. If she’s not being combative, just wait with her. I’ll be there soon. Put on a movie or something to keep her distracted. She likes Bond. Just no disney or cartoons or anything like that.”

“Yeah, got it, Okay.” Tony says something to Natasha, and the phone clicks off.

Clint laughs and turns the radio volume higher, returning his focus back to the road. Tony likes to act like an idiot, but Clint was also well aware of how close Tony and Natasha actually were. He was thankful to have someone he didn’t have to worry about Natasha being around while she was not in her right mind.

.

His phone is ringing again.

“Are you here yet?” It’s Natasha, even though it’s Tony’s phone.

“Tasha. It’s only been like… ten minutes.”

There’s a pause as she tries to process his words. “...But are you here yet?”

“Goddammit, Natasha.” Tony is there then, taking his phone back. “I go to the bathroom for one second and she finds the phone again.”

“Where is her own phone?” Clint asks.

“I confiscated it. I don’t trust her near any technology while she’s concussed. No way. Next thing we know she’d probably accidentally leak CIA documents while trying to open Spotify.”

Clint snorts. He doesn’t blame Tony for taking it. “Tell her I’ll be there at 3:20.”

There’s a thump, sounding suspiciously like the small body of his partner hitting the ground, and Tony disconnects the call, but not before Clint catches an exasperated “I thought you were supposed to have good balance?!”

Fifteen minutes later, It’s Steve’s phone calling. Clint’s stomach drops as he immediately assumes the worst- that she was becoming resistant and Tony had had to get Steve, the only other person on the team besides Clint who was capable of restraining her. It wasn't uncommon for her to forget where she was or who she was with while concussed.

Instead, It’s just Natasha again. “Tony is being mean to me,” She tells him, and he has to stifle a laugh at the pout he can practically hear on her face.

“I am not!” Tony’s protest comes from across the room. “I was just trying to get her to drink some water!”

“Drink some water, Nat.”

She ignores him. “Where are you?”

“I’ll be there soon. Tony told you at 3:20, remember?”

“That’s going to take hours.”

“No, Nat. Look at the time. It’s 3:00 right now. It’s only twenty minutes.”

“Hours.” She repeats, a whine in her voice.

“How did you get Steve’s phone, anyways?”

“He gave it to me.”

Clint isn’t sure how much he believes that, but he isn’t going to argue with her. There’s a noise, reminiscent of the phone slipping out her hand, a string of cuss words from her, and then silence as the call gets cut off.

He’s making good time, pushing the car despite the almost empty gas tank. He’s only five minutes away when the next call comes, this time patched through from JARVIS.

“Okay, seriously, how far out are you now?” Tony asks, and Clint can hear the hint of desperation. “Can you speed it up? Because now she is starting to be combative. She’s confused about why you’re not here. Thinks something happened to you that we aren’t telling her.”

Clint can hear Natasha arguing with Steve in the background as he tries to reason with her, explaining why he couldn’t let her leave the tower.

“Can she hear me now?”

“Yeah.”

Clint talks to her, then, letting her know he was only a few minutes out, that he was okay. He keeps up a constant string of random dialogue for her, updating her each time he gets a minute closer, until finally he is pulling up into the tower. He barely has time to get out of his car before the elevator to the garage is opening, and his arms are filled with a red haired figure crashing into him.

Clint presses a kiss into her hair before glancing up to fist pump at Tony. “Four minutes early!”

[wandanatfluff]

"I love you"

One shot Fluff (and a little bit angst I guess)

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Female Reader

Summary: Reader and Wanda are good friends. Reader is in love with Wanda and tells Wanda, but even though Wanda loves Y/n, she tells her that they can’t be together.

Warnings: none

Word count: 3.8 K

A/n: So this is my first fanfiction!!! I really enjoyed writing it and I hope you guys enjoy reading it :-)! Wanda is in italics.

Steve, Tony, Bruce, Nat, and Clint were currently in a debriefing of the most recent mission at S.H.I.E.L.D. headquarters and that leaves you and Wanda alone in the Avengers Tower.

You open the door of the freezer and grab the chocolate ice cream that you bought earlier this week. It is four a.m. and you are in the kitchen in a pair of soft shorts and a t-shirt. After closing the freezer and grabbing two spoons, you turn off the lights in the kitchen and walk down the hall to room 208. With the ice creams and spoons in one hand you stand still in front of the room. You hear can hear someone sobbing on the other side of the door quietly before you knock. The person in the room quickly wipes away their tears and clears their throat before opening the door.

“Hey?” Wanda speaks with a hoarse voice.

“Hey. It’s me.” You say.

“I brought you ice cream.” And you show her the ice cream. A small, but sad smile appears on her face and she lets you in. She gestures to the bed and you take place on the colorful covers. She sits down next to you and turns on the tv. She puts on a sitcom and you hand her a spoon.

“Do you want to talk about him?”

“Uh… not really.”

“That’s okay.”

Wanda nods her head and tears fill her eyes again as she softly begins to cry. You put away the ice cream that was standing in between the two of you so you can move closer to Wanda. You lay one hand on her shoulder, silently asking for permission to hold her in your arms. Wanda’s body relaxes under your touch and you carefully pull her into a hug. You lay her head on your chest, one arm wrapped around her warm body. Your other hand on the side of her head, softly stroking her hair.

It’s later in the evening and you are in your room, reading a book in the chair next to the window. You flip the page and you are just about to start your next chapter when Wanda knocks on your open door. You put your finger between the pages and you close your book, looking up at Wanda, making sure she knows she has your full attention. Wanda is standing in the door opening, fidgeting with her fingers, like she always does. It’s the most adorable thing.

“I uhm, was going to start dinner. The rest should be here in an hour or so. I could use some help in the kitchen.”

“I mean, you don’t have to… I can do it alone, but just if you, you know, want to.” A shy smile appears on her face and her cheeks turn soft pink as she looks down at her hands.

You smile at her flood of words and tell her that you would love to help her cook. You pick up your bookmark, put it between the pages and lay your book on the side table. You get up from your chair and walk to the kitchen.

“What do you want to make?” You ask Wanda. “I don’t know, I was thinking maybe pasta?”

“Yeah, that sounds good. Let me just change my shirt, I’d prefer not to spill red sauce on my new top.” You say and smile. You go to your room and replace your light blue tank top for a short red t-shirt to go on top of your dark blue jeans.

Once you made your way back to the kitchen, Wanda has already started to gather the right ingredients, while mumbling in half English, half Sokovian.

“Chicken… tomatoes… paprika.”

You grin and let out a small chuckle at the way she pronounces paprika. She looks up at you and your eyes interlock.

She looks so good in that red shirt. It’s impossible not look at her. The short red shirt shows a bit of her tanned body and your eyes are immediately drawn to her perfect skin. Your eyes make their way up to hers and they suck you in. You suddenly realize that you are staring and quickly look the other way as you continue with what you were doing. Your cheeks turning the color of the tomatoes.

It was just for a brief moment, but you could have sworn Wanda stared at you. It was probably just your imagination, but it was what you needed to take the first step.

Wanda had already cut the zucchini and was just washing the paprika when you softly touch her wet hands and lay the paprika next to the sink.

A pleasant shiver goes through your body as your hands touch.

You hold each of her hands in yours, so that she faces you. She is looking down at the floor and you let go of one hand to gently touch her jawline, guiding her eyes into yours. You look into her beautiful green eyes as you grab her hand once again.

“Wanda-” You start. Your heart is beating so loud, that you’re afraid she can hear it, your skin on fire and a lump starts to form in your throat as your lips form the words.

“I love you.”

You said it. You finally said, what you were trying to tell her for months now.

I love you, she said it. Your worst fear had come true. Don’t get it wrong, this was exactly what you wanted, but at the same time it was what you feared. You feared your feelings for her. You loved laying in her arms and being around her, without having to talk about anything, without having to tell her how you feel. But it all changed, because she said the three words, that you couldn’t say. The words that would change everything between the two of you. You knew that she expected a response. Y/n obviously wanted to know how you felt and all you wanted to do was tell her you loved her too, but you couldn’t, so instead you said:

“I know right, how could you not.” And you fake-grinned.

You bit your tongue as soon as the words left your mouth. She had just handed you her heart and you made a joke about it. A joke. Literally the worst thing you could do… and the last thing you wanted to do.

You could see y/n’s demeanor change. You caught a glimpse of pain in the e/c of her eyes.

She continued.

“I don’t know if you get what I’m trying to tell you, Wanda, but I love you. I like, love you.”

Of course you knew what she meant, you were just playing dumb and all that because you couldn’t deal with you own feelings. You played it dumb and you hated yourself for it.

“I’m sorry, y/n.”

“You don’t feel the same.” She said and she looked down before meeting your eyes again.

You could now clearly see the hurt in her eyes. Before you met y/n, e/c eyes were just e/c, but her eyes are the warmest eyes you have ever seen. They are soft and ever-comforting. Whenever you would cry, you would find comfort in them. Whenever she was sad it broke your heart. And your heart did break, seeing her like this. The fact that you caused it made you feel even worse.

“I, I’m sorry Y/n. I love you too, but not like that.”

You loved her, but you couldn’t be with her. You had forbidden yourself to fall in love with her.

“I get it.”

Y/n let go of your hands and turned around to open a drawer to get a cutting board. She grabbed the mushrooms and started to slice them.

Everything inside you was hurting, your heart shattered into a thousand pieces. You didn’t blame Wanda for feeling like that, though. You understood it. You yourself had come to terms with your feelings a while ago. You loved her and you knew you could never love anyone as much as you loved Wanda, you wanted to be with her. Even though Wanda did not reciprocate your feelings, you were still happy you told her about yours. At least you can now live without constantly wondering if she felt the same about you.

After the two of you finish preparing dinner, you put on your coat.

“Don’t wait for me for dinner. You guys can start without me.”

You leave the compound, stepping into the cold air. You get into your car and drive as far from the compound as possible. You try to hold back your tears as you reach the edge of Central Park. You step out of your car and with your hands in your pockets you enter the park. The wind stings in your eyes and you finally let out the tears. You walk around the entire park while tears stream down your face. After two hours of crying, you numbly walk back to your car. You sit in your car for a moment, your eyes thick and red. Even your nose turned red under the cold outside. You take a detour back to the compound and arrive at around 2 a.m., you lock your car and open the door of the building. The warmth of the air inside hugs you as you walk to the kitchen. You see that Wanda left you a plate with pasta on the counter and you put it in the microwave. Five minutes go bye as you stare at the clock counting down. You grab your hot plate and almost burn your fingers. You sit down on the couch and turn on a random tv show, while eating your pasta.

After you finish your pasta, you fall asleep on the couch.

*** You wake up by Natasha’s voice. She is standing next to the couch.

“Hey y/n, wake up sleepyhead.”

You grumble some noises and shift on the couch. “I heard you come in last night, it was quite late. Are you okay?” Natasha asks you with a slight worry in her voice.

Anyone could have slept on the couch, that didn’t mean anything was off. Natasha knew better, though. Where the rest may have thought you drank too much and had a hangover, Natasha knew better. You never drink. Your brother was involved in a car accident with a drunk driver and he didn’t survive. Therefore, you didn’t drink any alcohol. Natasha and Wanda were the only people that knew about the accident.

You yawn before slowly opening your eyes, but the second you do, you remember everything that happened last night. Your eyes fill with tears as you start to cry and Natasha pulls you into a hug, sitting next to you on the couch.

“Shh, let it all out darling, I’m here.” Natasha comforts you. You cry and your salt tears stain her shirt. When you’re done crying Natasha lets go of you and gets you a glass of water. You take a few sips.

“Where’s the rest?” You ask her with a hoarse voice. “Fury called them in for a mission. We have the compound to ourselves for the next few days.”

You nod your head and to be honest you’re happy that you don’t have to see Wanda for a while, because you’re not sure if you would be able to keep it dry. You slowly sit up straight and take a few deep breaths, before standing up and walking to your room. You open the door and see a framed photo on your bed. It is a picture of you and Wanda at a funfair. You had put ice cream on the tip of Wanda’s and were just about to clean it with your thumb when the picture was taken. You had never seen this picture before, so you assume Wanda must have had it all this time and after last night she decided to give it to you. There was a little note next to the picture.

We keep this love in a photograph We made these memories for ourselves Where our eyes are never closing Hearts are never broken And time's forever frozen, still

So you can keep me Inside the pocket of your ripped jeans Holding me closer 'til our eyes meet

- Ed Sheeran

I wanted you to have this.

Wanda

Your stomach twisted as you read the words. You let the picture slip out your hand and rushed to the bathroom. Kneeling down next to the toilet you throw up. Nat heard you and immediately rushed to you. She stood behind you, holding your hair up and softly humming a Russian song. When you emptied your stomach, Natasha got your glass of water. As Natasha left the bathroom, you sat down leaning your back against the wall. You pulled up your knees and with your hands in your hair, you closed your eyes. You felt like crying, but there were no more tears left to cry, you were exhausted. When Natasha came back, she ordered you’d take a shower and then go to bed. You followed her orders and snuggled into your blankets. You were cold, even though your blankets were thick, you probably had a fever. Great. You eventually fell asleep and woke up a few hours later, when Nat came to check on you.

“Hey y/n. How are you feeling?” She sat down on the edge of your bed with two pills in her hand. You took the pills with a sip of water and sighed.

“Better, thanks. The sleep served me well.”

“I was thinking about watching a movie, wanna join me?”

“Yeah, sure.” You got out of your bed, put on your robe and put on a pair of fluffy socks. You walked to the couch, where Natasha was waiting for you with a blanket on her lap. You sat down next to her, laying your head on her lap as she put the blanket over you. You looked up at her, cracking a smile. She smiled back and started the movie.

*** A few days had passed and you were feeling a lot better already. Well, physically. Your mental health was still a mess and you would often burst out into tears, while doing the simplest things like taking out the trash. Today was a good day though. You were able to think about Wanda without breaking down. You were walking on the grass around the compound, taking in the silence. Natasha was out doing groceries, so you had the entire compound for yourself. You decided to take advantage of the situation and went back in to find the piano in the corner of the common room. You sat down on the piano stool and let your fingers rest on the keys. You played a few songs and sang along. After a few minutes you were so lost in the music, that you didn’t hear her enter the room. The song you played was about her and you pretended you were singing the song to her. If only she could hear you…

While the rest was still outside, discussing the mission, you entered the compound. It was a tough mission, especially with all the things that were going through your head, your conversation with y/n playing over and over again. You had already gone inside, headed for your room, so you could give your tired body a shower and change into some clean clothes. You are halfway down the hallway when you hear music coming from the common room. Curious, you open the doors.

There she is, Y/n, playing the piano while singing along. Her hair tucked behind her ear. Slightly flowing on her back as she presses the piano keys. Her eyes closed as her clear voice echoes through the room. The music is soft to your ears until you listen to what she’s singing.

You recognize the song, Y/n would occasionally hum the song with a sad smile on her face. Sometimes she would even let a tear stroll down her cheek. Now that you heard the lyrics that belonged to the tune, you finally understood the sadness in her smile.

I can’t stop these silent tears from rolling down

You and I both have to hide on the outside

Where I can’t be yours and you can’t be mine

But I know this, we got a love that is hopeless

Why can’t I hold you in the street

Why can’t I kiss you on the dance floor

I wish that it could be like that

Why can’t it be like that

…

Cause I’m yours

And you would always be.

You knew Wanda couldn’t be with you, but it didn’t stop you from hoping. Hoping and dreaming of a future with her.

What you didn’t know was that Wanda felt the exact same, that she was in the same room as you, hearing every word that left your lips. She took in every word like they were hers.

Why can’t I say that I’m in love

I wanna shout it from the rooftops

Tears formed in Wanda’s eyes and she wiped them away. She stormed out of the room, sight blurry as she undressed, stepped in the shower and tried to wash off her feelings. The hot water burned on her skin, but she figured she deserved it. She broke your heart, simply because she couldn’t confess to herself that her crush was a girl. A girl.

Tears streamed down her cheeks, merging with the water coming from the showerhead.

And then it hit her. She didn’t just like any girl. She liked you and you weren’t just someone she could stop herself from falling in love with. She could no longer deny her feelings about you. No. She loved you and all she wanted was to be with you. She missed the warm hugs you would welcome her with after another exhausting mission. The soft kisses you would leave on her cheeks. The ice cream you would keep in the freezer for whenever she missed her brother. The sitcoms you would watch with her in silence. She had to be with you.

Wanda quickly finished showering and put on some shorts with a red hoodie on top, matching her copper locks. Her wet hair unbrushed, bound together in a low messy bun. She took a quick look in the mirror, her cheeks slightly red from the warmth, caused by the nerves she felt. What if she had ruined her chance on you? What if you didn’t want her anymore? She figured there was only one way to find out and she went to your room. You weren’t in your room, so she went to the main living room. You weren’t behind the piano anymore. Instead, you were now in the kitchen, talking to the rest, laughing. You looked gorgeous. Wanda honestly didn’t think nor care about the company. She couldn’t stop herself…

You were talking to Steve when the redhead in the corner of your eye caught your attention. She was just as pretty as usual in her simple shorts and hoodie. So pretty that it hurts. You guided your attention back to your conversation with Steve when you felt a hand on your lower arm. Wanda pulled you away from Steve and took you to the living room. She pulled you into a shadowed nook and pressed you against the wall. You looked into her emerald eyes wondering what was going on, but just when you were about to ask her, you felt soft lips touching yours. Your breath caught in the back of your throat as you were completely starstruck. What was she doing? Wanda didn’t like you… right? You shoved aside your doubts, you just wanted to feel her. Enjoy the moment for as long as it would last. You cupped Wanda’s face with your hands and pulled her into another kiss, this time a more intimate one. Wanda’s soft lips clashed with yours as you warmed up inside. Wanda put one hand in your neck and another around your waist, pulling you closer. This was all she ever wanted, it felt so right. Wanda opened her mouth for you and you slipped your tong into her mouth, your tongs slowly moving around each other in perfect harmony.

You gently pulled back, slightly out of breath.

“Wow, I thought you didn’t like me?” You quietly said, not wanting the others to overhear you.

“I never didn’t like you. I just wasn’t ready to admit it to myself, but I am now. I love you and I never want to lose you. I was a fool to deny it. I’m sorry. I hope you can forgive me.” And she looked down to the floor.

A tear strolled down her check and you gently wiped it away with your thumb, your hand resting on her cheek.

“Wanda, honey. There’s nothing to forgive.”

Her eyes went up to search yours and you pulled Wanda into a soft kiss, reassuring her that there was nothing to worry about. You had never stopped loving her.

And you couldn’t imagine that you would ever.

Songs: Photograph - Ed Sheeran

Secret Love Song - Little mix