#nat x ticklish!reader

[leegemma]

Just a quick one, hope you enjoy it!

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"So then you just multiply it the same number as-"

You interrupted Tony with a whine, burrying your head in your hands. "I still don't get it!"

Tony rolled his eyes and leaned back in his seat. "Y/n, you're not even trying anymore."

"Yeah because you've been trying to explain this one for twenty minutes now, and I'm tired!" You threw your pencil across the kitchen table in frustration.

When you asked Tony for help with your math homework, you thought you made a smart decision that will help you finish faster, you did not for a second think that the genius would make the whole thing more complicated.

Just as you were about to give up and walk away, Nat walked in the kitchen looking for some coffee. "Hey. What are you guys doing?" She said while making the drink.

"I'm trying to explain this very simple equation to y/n, but she's being stubborn."

"Hm. Let me try?" Natasha walked up behind the two of you to look at the problem, her mug in her hand.

Tony turned around to look at her, his eyebrow raised. "I tried everything already."

Natasha smirked slightly and shrugged. "No way you didn't."

Tony rolled his eyes and stood up walking out of the room, letting natasha take his former seat next to you.

"Alright y/n, all you have to do is to take this number right here, and try t-"

You interrupted with a yawn this time.

Natasha rolled her eyes. "Listen here, you need to finish this, and you will. Next time you interrupt me, I promise I'll get you for it."

You smirked slightly. What's the worst she could do anyway? It's not like she'd ever hurt you... which is why you decided to groan just when nat was getting to the point.

Natsha growled playfully. "That's it." She pounced at you, making you fall out of your chair and onto the ground.

"Ow! What was that fo- hehey! Nohoho!" Your mad tone turned into sweet giggles as natsha started drumming her fingers on your side and stomach.

"Sorry y/n, what were you trying to say? I think I might have interrupted your sentence." She dug in harder, chuckling when you let out a squeal.

"NAHAT! stohop!" You tried squirming away, but was stopped when nat grabbed both your wrists with one hand and pinned them above your head. Using the other to tickle up you ribs all the way under your arms.

"Will you actually try to solve the problem now?" She raised her eyebrow at you. Not that you could see it since you were so deep in your laughter.

"YEHEHES! I PROHOMISE!" You caught your breath when nat stopped and rubbed your back. She gave you a few more seconds to relax then poked your side one last time.

"Come on, we gotta keep working. Or else..." she wiggled her fingers at you teasingly while smiling playfully.

"Okay!" You chuckled and got up, sitting back down atthe table and using all the focus you had left to solve that one equation. And later on when Tony started shocked at nat and asked her how she got you to finish your homework up, all you could do was blush lightly.

Watching nats face brighten up with a playful grin.

[widowsistersandfriends]

Who's Afraid of Little Old Me?

Request: Hey there! First of all, I want to say that your stories are amazing and I love reading them <3! They bring me the kind of comfort I can't get anywhere else. I'm fairly new Tumblr user, so I don't know how things actually work here, and I don't even know if you accept story suggestions. But anyway, I have a little idea that I don't feel I'm talented enough to write myself. I don't automatically assume that you will do anything, but I would be more than happy and grateful if you would ever find the time to even consider my suggestion. ❤

Idea: Y/n is really afraid of spiders. One day Natasha she starts discussing it with Natasha. Natasha, being a Black Widow herself, doesn't understand how anyone can be afraid of something as small as a harmless spider. The conversation soon turns into a playful pillow fight where Natasha accidentally finds out that Y/n is ticklish.

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hi!! I love reading fanfics you made, but I was wondering would you write another natasha and her sister (reader) story? Thx and have a nice day 💛

Note: Thank you so much for these wonderful requests! I appreciate you guys reading my fics and I am glad you like them! I went ahead and combined these requests, as I felt they went well together. Enjoy! <3

Word Count: 1423

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You were Natasha’s little sister and you adored her. You looked up to her in every way and wanted to be just like her. You were always excited to spend time with her, and today was one of those days. You and Natasha were having a sleepover and you two were preparing for it. First, you two went to the supermarket nearby to pick up snacks.

You immediately went to the candy aisle, much to Natasha’s amusement. 

“You know, Y/N, if you’re too energetic and hyped on sugar, I’m gonna have to find a way to calm you down,” Natasha warned you.

“It’s fine, I can tolerate large amounts of sugar,” you replied, taking a large pack of Twix and a bag of M&M’s off the shelf.

“You want anything?” You asked.

“Hmm, I’ll take a KitKat,” Natasha said, as you smiled, knowing that it was her favorite.

You and Natasha then went to get some microwave popcorn bags, a bottle of lemonade, and some paper plates. While she wasn’t looking, you snuck in a large pack of Oreos. You two also got some arts and crafts supplies that you planned on using at your sleepover.

After you guys bought all the items, Natasha surprised you by swinging by the pizzeria and picking up pizza for dinner, as it was 6pm already. 

“I got your favorite, Y/N, pepperoni with sausage and mushrooms,” Natasha said, as your mouth watered. 

You thanked Natasha for getting pizza as you guys headed home. You jumped out of the car, eager to get the sleepover started.

You set out two paper plates on the table and poured some lemonade for both of you. You guys sat down at the kitchen table and chatted while eating dinner.

“So what do you want to do first?” Natasha asked you.

“I want to do an arts and crafts project!” You cheered.

“Then arts and crafts it shall be!” Natasha declared.

After dinner, you guys threw your plates away and headed upstairs to your shared bedroom. 

Natasha pulled out the arts and crafts supplies, consisting of paint, paintbrushes, canvases, and materials to make friendship bracelets.

You took some of the painting supplies and began to paint a picture. You had been working on your art skills for a while, and you decided to attempt to paint a cabin in the mountains with a lake and beautiful nature nearby.

When you two were done painting, you showed each other what you created. Natasha had painted the Statue of Liberty, which turned out pretty decent. 

“Wow, Y/N, I had no idea you had gotten that good at painting. I remember when you used to just throw random colors on there, and now look at you. All grown up and an expert at painting,” Natasha said, tussling your hair as you beamed with pride.

Afterwards, you decided to make friendship bracelets for each other. You chose red thread and decorated it with various colors and spelled out her name.

You guys traded bracelets and then began to set up for the movie. You got the popcorn out and heated it up before pouring it into a large bowl to share. You also made sure to bring the candy over. 

After the movie, you guys changed into your pajamas and headed back to your room to play games and chat. 

After a while, the conversation had shifted into a deeper topic about fears. You thought your fears were silly, but you wanted to share them with the person you trusted the most. 

“I guess I’m sorta afraid of spiders,” you admitted, looking down into your lap.

“Spiders?” Natasha asked, as you nodded.

“It’s just weird because your average spider won’t do any harm, so I feel silly for being afraid of them.

“Y/N, it’s perfectly normal to be afraid of spiders or anything really. We all have our fears, even if we don’t fully understand them. I mean, part of me doesn’t quite understand it since I’m a black widow myself,” Natasha said, hoping to lighten the mood.

“I’m not afraid of you because you’re not an actual spider,” you said, playfully rolling your eyes.

“Wow rude! The disrespect to the original black widow,” Natasha gasped, reaching for a nearby pillow and whacking you with it.

“Pillow fight!” You declared, grabbing another pillow and fighting back. You two whacked each other and giggled endlessly, both not wanting to give in. Natasha lunged and reached to grab your pillow so she would have all the power. However, her hand missed the pillow and she ended up grabbing onto your side, causing you to squeal and jump away.

“Oh sorry Y/N! Are you okay?” Natasha asked, as you were still processing what just happened. 

“Oh, what yeah, I’m okay,” you said, looking away in embarrassment. 

Natasha gave you a weird look, knowing that something was off. Then she finally realized what had happened.

“Ohhhh, I see. Somebody’s ticklish huh?” Natasha said, now inching closer to you.

“No! I’m not!!” You cried, scooting away from her. 

Natasha knew you were bluffing, so she pounced on you and pinned your arms to your side, while tickling your stomach and ribs, making you cackle with laughter.

“NATAHAHAHASHA STAHAHAHAP,” you shouted, kicking your legs underneath her. 

“How come you never told me you were ticklish?” She asked, sneaking her hands into your armpits.

“BEHECAUSE YOU AHAHARE MEHEHEAN,” you squealed, clamping your arms as best as you could. 

“Excuse me?” Natasha said, leaning down to blow a raspberry on your tummy. Your laughter went silent as you shook your head. Your sister gave you a break, but kept your arms pinned.

“Can’t you let me go?” You whined.

“I certainly cannot since I finally found a way to calm you down after all that sugar,” Natasha teased, as she now reached down to shake into your ribs and tickle between the sensitive, vulnerable bones.

“YOHOU JEHEHERK,” you laughed, cursing yourself that you let her find out.

“Where else are you ticklish?” Natasha asked, giving your knees and thighs a squeeze, which gave her a few giggles. 

“Hmm, how about…your feet?” Natasha said, with a growing evil grin as she saw you panic.

“NO PLEASE! NOT MY FEHEEHET,” you squealed, as she began to scribble over your soft and sensitive feet.

“Why not? It’s such a great spot!” Natasha cooed, as you squirmed and thrashed around. 

After she felt you had enough, she helped you sit up.

“Y/N, I have a way to help you get over your fear of spiders,” Natasha said.

“How?” You asked.

She snuck her hand under your shirt to scratch lightly at your back, causing you to gasp and jerk away.

“HAHA NAHAHAT,” you laughed, as she held you still.

“Just imagine that my hand is a spider. See? Harmless, besides the fact that it’s ticklish,” Natasha said with a smirk.

“Now try and stay still,” Natasha said, wiggling her nails all over your back.

You scrunched your face up, trying not to laugh, but couldn’t help but squirm at the touch.

“You’re really that ticklish?” Natasha asked, now tickling your sides to make you collapse in laughter.

“YEHEHES NOHOHOW STAHAHAP,” you begged.

“Not until you’re over your fear of spiders~,” Natasha said, now singing the itsy bitsy spider as she walked her nails over your back.

You snorted as she reached the top of your back, right before your neck.

“Is your neck also ticklish?” Natasha asked, as you shook your head vigorously.

Natasha didn’t say anything, but instead wiggled her nails against the back of your neck. You curled up into a ball, swatting at her while laughing.

“Get over here you little troublemaker,” Natasha said, now squeezing the back of your neck, causing you to squeal and beg for mercy.

“Oh alright, you’ve had enough,” Natasha said, now releasing you from her grip.

“Thanks for helping me try to get over my fear of spiders,” you said, snuggling up against her.

“Are you still afraid of me?” Natasha asked with a smile.

“Well, now you made me have two fears. Spiders and the tickle monster,” you said, poking her ribs.

She swatted your hands away with a glare.

“Well, the tickle monster isn’t ticklish,” Natasha said, as you took that as a challenge.

You snuck your finger under her arm when she wasn’t looking, causing her to yelp and jerk her arm down.

“Y/N! I warned you!” Natasha said, pinning you down for round two of tickle torture.

[naturesapphic]

hihi!! can you write agere cg!nat with a little who had an accident /nsxl

if not no worries 😄

Accident

Caregiver!natasha Romanoff x little!fem!reader

Warnings: age regression, bathroom accident, diapers

It was early in the morning and you were still asleep while nat woke up and went to spar with Clint. The sunlight shines through the curtains and goes over your face, illuminating your features. You open your eyes and sit up in the bed confusion written all over your face. You wondered where Natasha was and why you felt smaller than usual.

Usually your age regression age determines but it seems like today is one of those days that your age is lower than you are used to. You felt yourself needing to use the bathroom but for some reason your brain wasn’t working right and you had a accident in the bed. You felt yourself get wet by your own accident and with Natasha no where to be found you start to cry.

Friday heard your cries and reported it to Natasha immediately as she was still sparring with Clint in the gym. She heard Friday and told Clint that they can resume tomorrow and bolted towards y’all’s shared room. She went into the room to find you in the bed crying and squirming around.

She lifted the covers and found out why you are so upset and immediately lifted you into her arms. She carried you to the bathroom and sat you down on the toilet seat as she starts a nice warm bath for you. After she got the bath ready she picked you up again and placed you in the bath.

Natasha started to wash your hair and body and put a bunch of bubbles in the bath. When you saw the bubbles you started to giggle and play with them. “You go ahead and play some babygirl, I’m gonna clean the bed. I’ll be right back okay angel?” Natasha said as she leaned over and kissed your forehead.

You nodded your head in understanding and continued to play with your bubbles and toys as Natasha went out of the bathroom and back into the bedroom. She stripped the bed and put the sheets and everything into the washer. As everything was washing, she put one of her big sweatshirts into the dryer to make it warm for you when you get out of the tub.

She went back to check on you and saw that you were still playing with your toys. She went back to where the washing machine was and took the sheets out and put them in the dryer. She took out the sweatshirt and laid it out on the mattress. Natasha went back in the bathroom and told you it was time to get out.

You pouted and whined, not wanting to get out just yet but Natasha raised her eyebrow and gave you THE look and you immediately stopped whining. Natasha bent down and lifted you up in her arms and started to dry you off with your fluffy towel. In some spots you were ticklish so while she was trying to get you dry, you started giggling which caused your mommy’s heart to skip a beat.

“Okay pumpkin. Let’s get you dressed. I warmed up my sweatshirt that you love to wear.” She said as a big smile came upon your lips, showing her your excitement. Natasha walked into the bedroom and helped you get dressed. She helped you put on the sweatshirt and decided to put a diaper in for you just in case. “What a good girl. Let’s go downstairs and I’ll fix you your favorite breakfast okay angel?” Natasha said and you nodded your head fast which made her chuckle. No matter what you did or how embarrassing it is, Natasha will always love you and never make you feel bad about anything.

A/n: I didn’t know how to end this but I hope the anon enjoys it and I hope the rest of y’all enjoy it too! Remember to stay hydrated and to rest! I love y’all! :)

[jadewritesficshere]

Alcohol

Eddie Munson x Reader

Contents: effects of alcohol, underage drinking (because it is a high school party, but reader is >18) , pet names (Sweetheart), flirting

This just developed from a drunk night with friends and I thought "How would Eddie react?". Enjoy.

Your head was pounding. You weren't sure if it was from the music being blasted in the house or from the amount of alcohol you drank. Your limbs felt heavy snd sluggish. You weren't tired persay, but if you sat for too long you weren't sure you would be getting back up.

You had no clue where your friends were. Robin had convinced you to come, wanting to have a "normal" high-school senior year experience. With you having already graduated last year and being in college, you didn't really feel the need to go. Robin's insistence at you having never went did make you feel like you missed something.

And here you are. Drunk and alone. Well, not really alone. There were a lot more people then you expected to be here. You recognized some people you had graduated with, returning to another party for some reason. You shouldn't judge as you were also here.

You stumble outside the house and towards the shed. Maybe with some quiet your head would stop pounding. Each movement was slow and calculated, feeling like you could fall at any moment. The world wasn't spinning (well, okay the earth was technically rotating still), but you felt so uncoordinated and sluggish. You round the corner of the shed furthest from the house and-

You squeak and immediately attempt to dart back around the side of the shed, yelling," sorry!" You aren't even sure what or who you saw. A wad of cash and a bag of some substance. Enough for you to know you don't want to witness anything and be an accomplice. However, your retreat was less than skilled. Having turned on your heel so quick, you actually slipped...and landed still in sight of the people.

You hit the ground with a thud and a groan. You cover your face with your hands in embarrassment. "Holy shit! You oka-" one of the people pauses before you hear footsteps," Sweetheart?" You glance up between the fingers covering your face and see Eddie standing above you. Ah, of course it would be your boyfriend. You know he sells, and what a perfect place at a party to do so.

He quickly crouches," What are you doing here?" "Uh, nothing. Just going for a stroll. I totally didn't see anything," you close the fingers to cover your eyes again," I saw absolutely nothing Officer." You can hear Eddie chuckling and imagine him shaking his head before a hand touches your shoulder making you jump. "Nobody out here but you and me now," Eddie says through chuckles," but that was very convincing." You know it was not convincing at all. "Think I rolled a...what's it called a one? A nat one?" You grumble.

Eddie helps pull you into a sitting position and you reluctantly lower your hands. Eddie looked just as good as he always did. Simply looking at him made your heart thump wildly and your head spin- no wait, that was absolutely the alcohol. You groaned and closed your eyes, laying your forehead on his shoulder. "Oh Sweetheart, you're drunker then a skunk, aren't ya?" You whine back, "Not a skunk. If anyone is it's you."

You can feel Eddie's shoulder shake as he laughs. You can't help but smile at it. "You saying i smell?" Eddie asks, nose wrinkled from smiling so wide. You pull back to look at him slightly. "What if I am?" You poke his side causing him to jolt back. Eddie was always ticklish on his ribs. Eddie bats your hand away," I'll have you know i smell wonderfully." You hum again leaning your head back against Eddie's shoulder. You exaggerated inhale makes him smile. "Yeah, you smell alright i guess."

Eddie rolls his eyes at your teasing. You pull back and grin up at him. "You're so pretty." You murmur, looking into his deep brown eyes. They seem to widen slightly as his face flushes, a dopey grin on his face. "Yeah? You are too-" "Not as pretty as you!" You cut him off and smush his face with your hands. His lips jut out slightly and he sets his hands on yours. You give him a quick kiss on the lips before kissing his nose. "So pretty. The prettiest." The joy in Eddie's eyes is evident as he pulls your hands from his face. He gives you a quick kiss on the forehead, knowing arguing with you right now is futile.

He slowly stands, hands steadily holding onto you and helping you up. "Did you get hurt?" Eddie calmly asks, checking you out over. "Think i broke my ass." You grumble shifting your weight slightly, feeling tenderness in your glute. "No!" Eddie gasps dramatically," do you have a crack in it?" You frown at Eddie," That joke wasn't funny the first time you said it." Eddie snickers to himself.

You realize you're still holding onto him and let go, stumbling back slightly. Not that there is anything wrong with holding your boyfriend's hand, but drunk you doesn't seem to think that. Eddie's hands dart out to catch you in case you fall. "I'm fine!" You swat his hands away and turn to look back at the house. "You got-" Eddie cuts his sentence off. You can feel his hand brush something off your butt. "If you wanted to grab my ass you could just ask." You bend forward slightly and shimmy your hips at him.

Eddie groans slightly at the sight before clearing his throat and saying," Yeah no, you're definitely drunk." "Am not." "Yeah you are." "Mmm nope" you pop the p sound as you start to walk stumble towards the house. "Whoa okay hold on," Eddie rushes after you.

You can feel his hands on your waist and guide you towards the street, not the house. "Let's get you home," Eddie mumbles more to himself then you. Typically, you'd put up more of a fight. But your head was pounding and your arms felt like lead. Each step took a ton of effort. It felt like you had jumped in the lake with all your clothes on and were being dragged down by them.

Eddie guides you to his van and opens the passenger door. Eddie tries to get you to go in when it clicks that you left Robin behind. "Bobbie!" You push away from Eddie and look at the house," I left her and she and i..." Eddie's brow furrows slightly before looking back at the house. "Not leaving without her." You cross your arms and glare at Eddie. Well, one of them. "I'll go get her, can you just get in and wait?"

You mull it over. Waiting meant you could sit. Maybe do that trick Wayne does- resting his eyes. The more you thought it over the more pleasant it sounded. You nod and clamber into the vehicle. Eddie gently shuts the door after you. You watch him in the side mirror head back towards the house.

Yes, Wayne had a good idea. You close your eyes and sigh. Practically melting into the seats. Your bones feel like jello now. The buzzing in your head a beautiful white noise. Yeah, this was a great idea.

You startle awake at the sound of a door opening. You glance back and see Robin being corralled into the van with Vickie (when did Vickie get there you have no clue but that must be who Robin was with). Both of the girls are giggling and talking to each other, Robin overly loud without realizing how loud she was being. Vickie mumbling half the time in response. But they seemed to be having a great time, making you smile.. The doors slam shut and a few seconds later Eddie throws his door open.

He huffs before getting into the car, " like coralling a bunch of cats. You get one to follow and the other goes the opposite way." Eddie shakes his head, curls bouncing. You blink slowly at him before smiling. Eddie glances at you and grins. You hum closing your eyes again. "You going to sleep on me?" You hear him ask. "You'd know if I was sleeping with you."

Eddie snorts and laughs as the car takes off. You aren't sure what he found so funny. "I definitely would know that Sweetheart." You hum in response. "Go to sleep, I'll keep ya safe." "Not sleeping," you mumble falling asleep," just resting my eyes like Wayne." You hear Eddie chuckle as you drift off, feeling comfortable and safe with him.

[reality-exodus]

The Falcon and the Owl

Pairing: Sam Wilson x Reader!Stark Word count: 2377 Summary: reader and Sam meet at the party during age of Ultron and flirt when there’s a fight Sam saves reader’s life.

I was never an official avenger thanks to my brother, Tony, I didn’t care that much after a point. I had taken an noticeable part in the SHIELD as a manager of the Stark Industries and the main graphist designer for my brother’s crazy ideas. I was a doctor in reality with love of experimenting in genetics, Nick Fury was particularly interested in my love for that subject and had me in the helicarrier many times…

Tonight though, it was a day off. It had been a hard mission for the avengers and they needed a small soiree so I contacted Maria Hill and James Rhodes and had it arranged immediately, calling  the closest of the fellow heroes that saved the world last year. I was fixing the cava carefully as the guests began to arrive.

I was sitting at the top of the stairs leaned on a pillar with a glass of rum staring down at the party, I liked that everyone was having fun. I saw my brother with Thor they were speaking and giggling as Nat was serving them, there was Helen with Rhodey speaking as Banner approached Nat in the bar. Clint was with Maria and Happy laughing and drinking beers.

“How come you hosted a party Steve, didn’t know Avengers were a social club.” Sam joked, I didn’t flinch it wasn’t polite to listen to conversations you weren’t included.

“We had a tough week, so Dr. Stark made this surprise for us.” Steve approached me and turned down to me. “Why are you sitting here…?” he asked me and smiled down at me.

“I am spectating the children Steve, making sure they are having fun.” I smiled back at him. “So children… are you having fun?” I asked and turned at the two.

“Are you sure avengers ain’t a social club?” he asked and turned at me confused.

“Steve… look down there…” I pointed to the floor he looked confused and did stare at where I was showing him. “You dropped your manners, because you didn’t  introduce us…” I joked and Sam laughed while Steve rolled his eyes and nudged my side. I laughed and slapped his hand, he knew I was ticklish.

“I assumed you knew him since you invited him…” Steve spoke and looked between us. Sam turned at me to see what I would reply.

“To be honest he doesn’t ring a bell.” I spoke up and looked at him. I tried to be as indifferent as I could, I do not know why…

“That’s a first, people usually remember me, especially women.” Sam responded with a smile, it was a funny smile.

“I like your confidence… but I still do not recall your name.” I reminded him, I just  had the need to get over confident and self aware people a bit off their little cute castle of confidence… that’s what childhood trauma smells like, with a brilliant minded brother like Tony.

“Sam Wilson, Trauma counselor and pararescue Jumper U.S. air force… and very charmed” Sam spoke bowing lightly and looked at me with a playful gaze. I held back a chuckle, it was a natural response when people were matching my sass and weren’t awkward or scared of how I responded. Steve had left us alone and I didn’t realize when it happened.

“Nice to meet you Samuel, I am Y/N, Y/N Stark. Co- Owner Graphic Manger in Stark Industries, Neurosurgeon, Shield agent in the science department… PhD in Metropolitan college at Pathology.” I introduced myself and smiled at him cocky, he was taller than me even though I was wearing heels, for a moment I saw Tony’s gaze over at me but I turned my back.

“Ah, is that all?” Sam asked and looked at me, taking a sip from his drink.

“No there are more. I just don’t want you to feel bad.” I spoke up coldly my gaze looked at him trying to not look at him, with a polite and slightly amused smirk, he seemed to enjoy it. I was enjoying it…

“Oh do tell, Perhaps I will  visit a Trauma Counselor afterwards” Sam joked back and I raised my eyebrows at his responses.

“I happen to be a Forensic Genetist from the SHIELD academy and a teacher for Russian… I also speak Italian Greek and French… and I paint in my free time.” I added and sipping my glass of wine elegantly. “I’ll cover the expenses if you are feeling overshadowed I smiled but I got serious clutching my head as I heart a high pitched frequency as if electrified cables were on contact.

“Are you alright…?” Sam asked me his hand gently touching my forearm, I turned down stairs at my brother, he looked buzzed as well but he kept talking with the people at the small lounge.

“Yes, i am but-Oh…” I spoke and looked at my original design working. “Ultron…” I murmured as the robot stumbled, Sam was dragging me slowly closer to the rest as I was staring at it, it’s a bad habit I had… it was a magical feeling see my designs alive and walking every time Tony created something I designed I was swallowed by this feeling of satisfaction, he looked good and he would look even better with the final designs and the color it would look even better than before.

“Mhm- Some dreams, gotta kill the other one-.” The robot mumbled in low volume, he grabbed his head, Sam had me moving backwards slowly. “He was a good guy…” he said and turned at us.

“You killed someone…” Steve asked, I hadn’t realized how close to the rest we were;

“How did you activate yourself- You weren’t even half built.” I asked and looked at it.

“The other guy helped me… He was a good guy.” He responded again, it was as if we had an actual conversation

“Who sent you?” Thor asked, staring at it like death, the tension in all of them was giving me the chills, even Tony seemed anxious on the matter.

“What do you plan on doing?” my voice was heard, it was a recording the robot was playing it. “I see armors all over the world” then it was my brother’s voice.

“Yltron…” Bruce realized and stared at my brother…

“In the flesh…” the robot spoke and excuse me was that sarcasm I heard in his tone, other than coldness and reality. “Well not yet… Not like that, I have some updates to perform and a new body, the one mother designed for me… Its under construction, the other guy gave me the blueprints.” He said and turned to me.

I heard clicking, agents preparing their guns… “Jarvis…” I whispered, it was the man that raised me when my parents passed away Tony was 21 and I was 14, Jarvis was our butler, he was named after him since AI Jarvis was our baby sitter.

“I am on a mission, Peace at our time.” He said and the walls of the lab behind him broke by my brother’s flying suits that started shooting at us. Sam got my waist and pulled me behind the table Steve flipped as he was swiped away.

“Stay here- you’ll be-“ Sam was to say looking down at me as I raised my dress and took out the small knife I hid to my thigh.

“I’ll be safe- I know, I didn’t mention gymnastics before huh?” I asked and raised my head from the side, he pushed me down by my shoulder as there was a shot towards me.

“You look like you don’t know it thoughj. It’s a knife Y/N how will you fight robots with that. scratch the tin cans?” he asked me infuriated by what he translated as ignorance and recklessness.

“Well, I am a scientist Wilson I know how to disable them… I only need something sharp, other than your jaw.” I said, hopefully the flirting would manipulate him into letting me do what I want.  Rhodes slid down the stairs to get to us, as I waved at him. But before he could reach us a suit blasted him, “James” I exclaimed and looked at that way.

Sam turned to help him but a suit snatched him, he was trying to make it to let him be but as he mentioned this was not human, he seemed to struggle. “Y/N don’t do it” he spoke as I was already climbing up stairs to get on to higher ground and tossed my heels aside.

“Tony cable color.” I exclaimed jumping over the railings. My hands and legs hugged the back of the robot as I shoved the knife between the neck and the clavicle, it was one of the two vulnerable spots I left.

“Damn you Y/N what are you doing! Ugh… Black and white…” Tony spoke his eyes pinned on me as Maria Hill pushed him aside…

“Get off of it, I got this!” Sam groaned, still held firmly by the evil robots.

“You really don’t look like you are enjoying yourself Wilson and I intend to alter that.” I spoke, my voice heavy as  was trying to find the cable my brother said, once I shoved the knife in the thin opening the armor allowed Sam to fall and smashed me to the wall- I felt the air move out of my lungs as we the hand it grasped my neck and brought me to the front. I was squirming- couldn’t breath- I saw Sam jump over it and finish my job.

I fell to the ground, as Sam landed on top of the robot, I turned over and saw Helen, hiding behind the piano and I ran towards her when a robot was right above us, I got in front of Helen- then I thought… I am unarmed, I cover her with myself when Steve came right in front of me to do the same- When the robot was to shoot Clint got the shield and tossed it to him protecting us... and then throwing it to Thor who smashed it.

“That was dramatic, I know you mean well. You just didn’t think it through…You want to protect the world but you do not want it to change…” Ultron said and I slowly stood up, I wanted to take a closer look at him, at the design at the way he was standing and functioning, he wasn’t even ready. I walked passed Steve, he didn’t seem to pay much attention to me but Sam did and held my forearm so I would stay in place. “How can you expect a world to be safe if It is not allowed to evolve.” He added and turned, his shiny blue eyes evolving around us. “There’s only one path to peace. Tony was next to me as Sam was holding me back… “The avengers extinction.” The robot growled and turned his shooters at me, I gasped and Tony dragged me behind him before, a second later, Mjonir, was smashing him into the wall…

Sam and Tony turned at me at the same time “Are you okay?” they asked all at once and looked at me concerned before turning to each other, Sam raised his brows while Tony was frowning at him. “Are you okay?” Sam ignored him looking at me. “As I mentioned I know how to take care of myself… you on the other hand need stitches.” I noticed, my throat was sore but I didn’t like looking weak. Only Tony would ever meet this side of me…

“Oh- you noticed… I knew you couldn’t take your eyes off of me.” Sam spoke and winked as he raised his sleeve gently. I iodine and took the needle on the small pair of scissors as I sat down. I was gently stitching him up.

“I can take my eyes of off you now if you want.” I smiled, my gaze was looking at him, to his wound to be precise, I felt my hands shake gently but I ignored it.

“No please.” Sam chuckled and looked at me. I didn’t avert my gaze from my motions though… “You don’t seem as confident as before… I shall remind you my trauma counselor expertise…” Sam spoke and looked at me he held my wrist as I was finishing with his stitches.

“Do not worry about my mental health… Worry about your general health in case you don’t take me out on a date…” I spoke and swallowed.

“Oh- I may be curious on what you’ll do if I don’t do so…” Sam said and approached his face towards me, we were only a breath away but I didn’t flinch. I only stared at him.

“Trust me dearest, you do not desire to witness the ruthless side of me.” I smiled and patted his cheek with my hand and turned my back to leave, but he held my wrist. I paused and didn’t look at him.

“I could call you if you give me your number” Sam spoke, his voice wasn’t funny like before.

“Look for it I do not know it.” I responded and removed my hand from his grip…

I walked further inside the lab, Dr. Banner was coming out as I walked in to see my brother looking there straight faced. His gaze blank. “Jarvis…” I whispered, it was our cute little invasion, he was making all the algorithms while I was trying to give him an appearance, I was 19 and Tony was 26…

Tony’s gaze was raised upon me, he surveyed me for two full moments before he came and pulled me in a hug. “What were you thinking jumping to that armor?” he asked me and cupped my face, he raised my chin up wards to take a look at my neck. “They left a mark…” he sighed and looked into my eyes.

I couldn’t hide from my brother no matter how hard I tried… he was always able to read me. My eyes shone as I looked up at him. I simply sobbed a bit before he pulled me in a hug. “Does it hurt?” he asked me and I nodded looking at him... He kissed my forehead…

[valiantphantomangel]

Hi, since you’re talking request I was wondering if you would do Bruce Banner X Reader, where he has a crush of her and finds out she’s ticklish and after he tickles her he confesses that he likes her and you can come up with a cute ending?

The genius couple

A/n: thanks for requesting this anon! This is more of a fluffy and cute fic with some tickles in it so enjoy!

You were busy in the lab in Stark Tower where you lived with the other avengers, much like Tony you were a genius in all things considering science.

Currently you were researching a new material which S. H. I. E. L. D claimed to be some alien symbiote appearing as Black liquid or something weird like that, you were just putting it in a container when Bruce Banner walked in.

The guy you've liked since the avengers discovered you 5 years ago, you were both around the same age of 25 now and have been best friends/ science buddies ever since.

"Hey Y/N what are you working on"? Bruce asked curious as he walked over to you.

"Some kind of alien symbiote" you said with a laugh as you finish securing it in a container, trying to ignore how close he was standing to you.

"Wanna help me out? I've been wanting to study some human reactions for some time now" he asked as he looked up at you.

"yeah sure, why not" you smiled and walked over to his side of the lab "with what can I help"?

"well I was hoping if I could test something on you, to see how sensitive you are" he said with a small but noticeable grin.

A faint blush creeped onto your cheeks as you think about it before giving him a nod in response.

Bruce slowly traces a finger over your arm and sees the goosebumps that came at the wake of his touch, he looks up at you with a mischief glint in his eyes before running his fingers lightly over your ribs.

Immediately you giggle before your eyes go wide "Bruce don't you dare"!

"Oh but I have to, this is great for my research" he said with a wide grin and his hands went to your sides and scribbled up and down your hip bones.

You bite your lip to stop yourself from laughing but when he started digging into your ribs you burst out laughing, trashing around as you kicked out your feet.

"My my, i thought you were sensitive but I didn't think it was this bad" Bruce said with a laugh as he squeezed your knees and thighs which elected a almost hysterical laugh from you.

He squeezed and scribbled up and down your tummy for a while making you fall back on the table as you were shaking with laughter.

"BRUCEHIHIHIH STOPHAHHA ITHIHIHIHI" you screamed out in laughter as you wiggle around on the table.

"Alright alright" Bruce chuckled as he stopped his attack on your ribs and just pulled you into a hug, rubbing circles on your back with his thumb "But you do look adorable with those red cheeks".

You blushed brightly as the remaining ghost tickles disappeared and you relaxed in his embrace, sighing content and closing your eyes for a second.

"Hey Y/N"? Bruce asked with a nervous voice.

"Yeah"?

"I got to tell you something, something important" he said slowly

You looked up at him with a curious expression "What is it, are you alright"?

"yeah I'm alright, i just, I've liked you for a long time now and I wanted to tell you so bad, how your smile always lit up the room when you entered, how the big guy always calmed down when he saw you" Bruce said softly as he looked you in the eyes.

Your eyes went wide with surprise before a grin out of pure joy lit up your face and a even brighter blush covered your cheeks "i like you too Bruce, since we first met I've always felt this attraction towards you but I thought you liked Nat"

"Really? No no Nat is just a very dear friend of mine, she always said that I needed to talk to you" he said with a chuckle before smiling widely "you like me?"

"yeah" you said softly as you look him in the eyes.

"Would you like to go on a date with me?" He asked with a smile

"Absolutely!" you smiled as you hugged him tightly.

He hugged you back and placed a small kiss on your forehead, he couldn't help but notice Tony walking past the lab door and shooting him a wink with his thumbs up.

Bruce rolled his eyes before returning his attention back to you and smiling how lucky he was that you were willing to give him a chance.

[angellbarnes]

sparks flying

day 1 - firefighter AU

pairing: firefighter!Bucky x reader

summary: a real life firefighter to crush on? say less. with you’re clumsiness you’ll definitely be needing him around a lot more

word count: 1.3k

warnings: just idiots with crushes fluff, (small) fires

A/N: so this is officially day 1 of my 30 day writing challenge! I’ve been gone from writing for wayyy too long. I’ve had a lot going on in life and in my head tbh but now I’m ready to saddle up again and hopefully this will be a good n fun way to bring back my writing! I think this is a cute one to start the challenge with. please like, comment and reblog, it means so so much🤍

•••

A couple of weeks ago…

“Wanda, stop!” you yell. “You know how ticklish I am!” You’re fighting against her as she pins you down. Nat is cackling beside you, laughing at your struggling.

“Say it! Admit you like him!” She cries.

“No! I’ll never!” You cry back.

A relaxed girls night seemed like a good idea before truth or dare was involved, and it led to both Nat and Wanda forcing you to admit your schoolgirl crush on Bucky, a firefighter in your neighbourhood.

“Then I won’t stop.” You’re fighting for breath at this point, before you kick your leg perfectly, or unfortunately, to knock over a candle on the side. It falls to the carpet and everyone’s eyes widen.

“Shit!” You exclaim. You grab a pillow and hit it over the flames repeatedly. You exhale heavily when it’s out. You turn and see Wanda and Nat smirking as Nat is holding her phone to her ear. “Wha- Nat, no!” You say sternly, you can see her plan smug on her face. She holds her finger up at you as she starts speaking.

“Hey, Steve, we just had a small fire over here, maybe you should come over to make sure it’s been put out properly… Yeah, just a candle, nothing major… Ok, thanks babe. Oh, and you should probably bring Bucky too, if he’s around. Cool, see you soon.” She hangs up.

“Seriously?” You deadpan.

When they arrive, you’re sitting on the sofa with Wanda and Nat opens the door. Of course, behind Steve, Bucky comes striding in too. Wanda wiggles her eyebrows at you, poorly hiding her grin. You simply roll your eyes.

“What’ve we got here then?” Steve remarks, blankly staring and, frankly being unimpressed, at the charred patch of carpet beneath you.

“I just knocked over a candle. It is absolutely no big deal and it’s clearly out.” You reply, tight lipped. Avoiding eye contact with the looming brunet beside him, as if you’d drop dead if you were to. “What would we do without you two though?” You sarcastically add.

“What even happened?” Bucky asks, and you finally look at him, in the eyes, as you silently die inside while searching for a reason other than the truth.

“Wanda pushed me into it, and then it fell on the carpet.” Bucky raises a suspicious brow at your answer.

“Ok,” Steve says. “Just maybe try to keep candles upright from now on. We should go, Buck, and get to that bar before it’s too busy.”

“You guys are going out? We’ll come with!” Nat jumps up and pulls Wanda from the sofa, stretching her hands out to you next.

“I would, but I’ve got an early shift tomorrow. A 6am start is not what I want on less than 7 hours of sleep.” You reply, honestly this time.

“Ugh, fine.” Nat whines. Everyone starts to head out as you hold the door. You say bye to everyone and wish them a good night as Bucky hangs back.

“Shame you can’t come tonight, maybe next time?” He leans in the doorway and you think your heart actually skips a beat.

“Yeah, sounds good.” You can’t help but smile as he flashes a cheeky grin. He begins walking out and you admire his frame. It’s a shame he can’t put out the fire roaring inside of you right now.

“Have a fun shift tomorrow!” He calls out.

“Oh, I will.” You shut the door and roll your eyes and the feelings he gives you.

Now…

“Ugh, stupid fucking lights!” You growl and the flickering bulb above you, which eventually goes out altogether. You know it’s not the lightbulb because you’ve only just changed it. The same thing happens in your bedroom and the kitchen. Determined, you set out to find the light panel for your flat, which is somewhere in the building. You finally find it and open it up. You see your flat number and, beneath it, some switches and screws and wires you’ve never encountered before.

“Fuck it.” You take out your screwdriver and just head into this unknown world. You try a few switches and screws when a couple of sparks fly. You jump back with a slight shriek. Your eyes widen and your hand covers your mouth as the sparks turn into a small flame.

“Nooo. no, no, no, no, no, shit, shit, shit.”

The flame begins to grow and you look around, with no luck, for some sort of fire extinguisher. The nearest thing is a fire alarm. Brilliant. 10 in the evening and now the whole building is going to hate you.

“For fucks sake.” You press the alarm and run away from the scene of the crime before people can see you near it.

Everyone is stood outside, cold and annoyed, when the engines arrive. With everyone in gear it’s hard to tell who’s going in. You’re all waiting for a short while before they tell everyone it’s taken care of and you can start heading back in. The firefighters begin taking off their helmets and masks. You notice Steve and – shit – Bucky. You don’t have time to get away before he spots you too. He heads over.

“Hey. I’m starting to get used to this building now.” He comments. You chuckle lightly. “I’m worried you’re heading towards becoming an arsonist.” Your eyes go wide.

“How did you know it was me?” You whisper-yell. His eyes widen in response, brows furrowing.

“We didn’t. I was just making a joke, but now I’m actually concerned about you.” He folds his arms and laughs as you slap your hand to your face in stupidity.

“Oh. Shit. Uhh, there’s no getting out of this, is there? Oh god, are you meant to arrest me or something? Ok, here’s the plan: I never said or did anything. Sound good?” You reason, realising you’re just continuing your idiocy. He just smiles in response before nodding his head toward the building.

“Should I walk you up? Just to make sure you don’t start any more fires.” He quips and you scoff, rolling your eyes and playfully elbowing him.

“Fine. Just to make sure.”

“You do realise I’m going to be telling Steve about this?” Bucky says when you reach your door. “And then he’ll tell Nat, who will then tell Wanda.” He smirks, leaning against the doorway again after you step inside. God, you love a man in uniform. Although, you’d like him more out of it–

“Oh, I’m prepared for that.” You look back into your apartment, and at that patch of carpet from last time, and why it happened. “Did you want to come in?”

“Uhh…” He begins. You mentally scold yourself. He clearly doesn’t want to. But then again, he’s still in uniform.

“Oh, shit, are you still on duty? Or you don’t want to. Either way, it’s fine. Sorry for asking.” You ramble.

“No, no, that’s not it. I’m actually technically finished now. I was just going to ask if you wanted to go to that bar now? As long as you don’t have another early shift tomorrow, that is.” You light up inside at his question, and can’t help the grin that spreads across your lips.

“Yes! Yeah, that sounds nice, I mean.” You shyly look at the floor and notice he steps forwards. He lifts your chin with his finger so you’re looking into his eyes.

“Uh, there’s actually something else I wanted to ask you…” He begins, and you both instinctively begin to lean into one another.

“Yeah?” You reply softly. The corner of his mouth lifts.

“Can I kiss you?” He whispers into your lips and your breath hitches.

“Yes.” You pull him into you with his jacket and his lips press against yours. Suddenly, another fire is igniting. But a much, much better kind. The kiss is deep and long-awaited, both of you trying to get closer, while already being flush against one other. Finally you part, chuckling and biting your lip.

“I’ve wanted to do that for so long.”

“Thank god for my lack of my electrician knowledge, huh?”

[wastingmylifesecondatatime]

Avengers Masterlist - One Shots/Drabbles

Updated: 30.07.2024

🔞 = mature

Other masterlists: mother masterlist, Bucky Barnes masterlist

Avengers

NEW ADDITIONS:

Nothing today...

“I can go anywhere I want, just not home.” by @milf-cinematic-universe​

↳ “ You are a product of a HYDRA experiment. Years after being held captive by them, you are saved by SHIELD. You join the Avengers in hope of finding a family in them, but what are you supposed to do when they don’t treat you the way you expected them to?”

Maria Hill

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Nothing today...

Miscommunications by @lazydoodlesandfanfic​​​​​​​

↳ “ Maria Hill x reader where R has been sent on a several year long mission to infiltrate HYDRA. the avengers find her during a mission and end up bring her in (not knowing who she is). On the flight back they all question why she’s so quiet and smiling. When they reach SHIELD they inform Maria and Fury of her presence in a cell (?) they all go to see the interrogation and find Maria and R kissing and holding each other and Fury just turns around to them and says “oh yeah they’re married” “

Natasha Romanoff

NEW ADDITIONS:

Nothing today...

Late-Night Revelations by @goldenempyrean​​​​​​​

↳ “  Night is usually the time when you had free rein of the compound - little did you expect to be interrupted on your journey to get midnight snacks and certainly not by her. “

Zoom meetings by @wandaromanova​​​​​​​

↳ “ reader is doing an online class and nat wakes up and casually kisses reader’s cheek and everyone who saw it is freaking out because the black widow has a gf “

Sam Wilson

NEW ADDITIONS:

Nothing today...

Steve Rogers

NEW ADDITIONS:

Nothing today...

No Title 1 by @professorrw​​​​​​

↳ “steve x reader one shot where the reader is heavily pregnant and her and Steve get on the subway and he's so confused as to why nobody is giving her a seat because he's so old fashioned?“

No Title 2 by @fluffymcu​​ (added: 06.06.2024)

↳ “ So platonic Steve x reader, where she has a sticker or something stuck to the side of her shirt, and when Steve starts trying to get it off, she squirms and he notices. Then he can tell that she's trying so hard to hide the fact that she is super ticklish and he exposes her and thinks it's so cute! “

Bruce Banner

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Nothing today...

The Lab Assistant by @thatfanficstuff​ (added: 06.06.2024)​ ​​​​​​​

↳ “ You had worked for SHIELD for years. You'd started the day after you graduated from college with your doctorate at 17. You weren't a field agent. In fact you were pretty sure you would injure yourself if you tried to fire a gun. You were however a brilliant scientist. Your time was spent in a lab surrounded by calculations and beakers. “

Loki

NEW ADDITIONS:

Best Friends fur-ever by @lucywrites02​​​ (added: 30.07.2024)

↳ “Loki brings home a tiny cat who quickly steals both of your hearts.“

Strawberry Cake by @loki-hargreeves​​ (added: 06.06.2024)

↳ “Loki takes a break from his Avenger case to help you bake a cake a cake, which leads to some interesting late night talks.“

The Shape of You by @kaz11283​ (added: 06.06.2024)

↳ “While at one of Tonys top end parties the god of mischief asks you to dance to your surprise.  You didn't think he was the type to dance much less to the song that he decided to ask you to dance to.“

Tony Stark

NEW ADDITIONS:

🔞 Sparks of Electricity by @cevans-is-classic​​ (added: 30.07.2024)

↳ “Three years ago Tony meet a young woman whilst drunkenly meandering through the park i.e. he tripped and reached out grabbing her bag scaring her enough to make her panicked and tase him.

Hell of a way to meet the love of your life right?“

Stucky

NEW ADDITIONS:

Nothing today...

Epiphany by @the-bau-quinjet​​​​

↳ “ Fury sends you back in time on a mission. How will you handle seeing Steve and Bucky in the 40s? “

Wandanat

NEW ADDITIONS:

Nothing today...

No Title 1 by @missmonsters2​​​​​​​

[tulipfantasies]

night owl ✩ n.romanoff

pairing; natasha romanoff x fem!reader

summary; after having a restless night, you decide to head to natasha's room to relax and watch a film with her. 

characters; friday and liho

warnings; pure fluff, cheesy (near the end), (sort of) established relationship, nat's a bit of a james bond nerd (sorry not sorry), i waffled on (may re-edit it later), r is ticklish

my notes; i love the fact she memorises the dialogue to the james bond films (she's so real for that). credit to the owner of the prompt, (i got it from a generator). also it's my birthday!!

word count; 2.6k ao3

3:36 am.

Deep silver pools of moonlight gently cascaded through the thick curtains, blocking out the silver star-ridden sky gleaming down on the deserted streets. 

The night was still. Not a single soul was awake for miles on end; it felt as if the world slept to the everlasting stretch of silence coating the streets of New York like a pearly blanket of snow. 

The Avengers Tower carried such a serene atmosphere that if someone were to drop a single pin, those living in the tower would hear the minute-clattering noise it made upon impact.

Those are often the best kinds of nights.

Tonight, unfortunately, was not one of those peaceful nights. Not for you and not for several other earth-saving heroes (it’s hardly surprising given that some of them have insomnia). 

Tonight was one of those rare nights that dragged on continuously; the seconds turned into minutes and the minutes into hours. The longer time ticked on, the more you gradually grew restless.

The only noise that floods your bedroom is the rustling sound of the bed sheets as you toss and turn for the umpteenth time in the hour alone.

Right left, left right. No spot was comfortable enough to fall asleep. 

Whatever direction you find yourself in, it feels like you are lying on a large slab of rock rather than the usual soft cloud.

There weren’t many thoughts occupying your mind at this hour, but for some reason, your mind was completely wired, which prevented you from sleeping.

With a quiet and exasperated scoff, you push yourself up into a sitting position, causing the blankets you were wrapped in to drop from around your body.

You shiver at the sudden coldness of the night’s air seeping into your body. 

Someone turned the thermostat on the floor down again. She has a habit of doing that.

Everything goes dead silent. There is no sound of rustling bedsheets, no distant police or ambulance sirens, just pure silence. 

Your eyes wearily glance around your bedroom so you can soak in the pale moonlight, tinting your belongings with a gentle glow. Your hands gently rub against your bleary eyes before they rise to smooth out your messy strands of hair. 

“Friday?” You call out to the AI, expecting an immediate response. You let out a soft yawn.

“Yes, Miss L/n?” Her familiar and cheerful Irish voice answers your call immediately. Just as expected.

“What time is it?”

“Currently, it’s 3:36 am, Miss. You’ve been tossing and turning for over an hour; is there anything I can do to help?”

“Uh, no, thank you, Friday.” You quietly reply, just as another yawn falls from your lips. You peel back the duvet. “Is anyone else awake?”

“Miss Romanoff and Mr Stark are currently the only ones awake.” She informs before going silent until her name is addressed again.

You murmur a soft ‘thank you’.

It wasn’t surprising that those two were the only ones awake in the tower—besides you. Natasha has always been a night owl; Tony is one of those who have insomnia. They’re usually up taking in the silence while doing their things. 

You need to kill time fast.

You could open your laptop and start scrolling through Netflix to watch a film or series, to take your mind off things until you fall asleep; even the thought of scrolling through seems tedious. 

Too tedious for this hour, you think to yourself.

Another option includes sneaking down to the training facility to get a few extra hours of training under your belt; the thought of being sore and sweaty had your face scrunching in disgust.

Most certainly not.

Maybe you’ll go and keep Natasha company for a little while. 

You swing your legs out of the duvet and off the bed so your feet can touch the cold floorboard under your bed. A slow shiver rolls down your spine as you rise to your feet with an exhausted sigh. 

You slowly wander away from your bed and across your bedroom, so you can quietly swing open the door and make your way out. You sluggishly walk down and across the hall, where Natasha’s room is. 

From outside her room, you could just about make out the sounds of her TV playing at a low volume, which is presumably done not to wake you.

Even late at night, she’s still thoughtful.

You silently thank Tony for putting you and Natasha on the same floor and that she was in her room tonight, not wandering around or in the training facility to relieve her tension (which she has a habit of doing). 

You notice the fact—as you get closer and closer—that her door was open just enough to let the soft, warm glow from her bedside light trickle out from the crack.

It paints a section of the floor beneath your feet amber.

“Nat?” You whisper as you poke your head through the crack between the door and the white-painted door frame. “Is it okay if I come in?”

You push the door open a little wider to catch the perfect glimpse of her. She looks peaceful and content with the silence while she watches another James Bond film. 

She was sprawled across her bed—with her red hair splayed across her pillow—as she silently mouthed along to the dialogue of the 007 film.

If you’re not mistaken, she’s watching ‘From Russia With Love’.  

It’s like she’s seen the film franchise way too many times to count; she probably has seen them all so many times. You wouldn’t blame her if she did.

The second her emerald gaze finds your weary one, her lips curl into a warm and inviting smile. She pauses for a minute or two before scooting over—to make enough room for you—while pulling back the duvet and patting the bed. 

An invitation to join her in watching her film, or knowing her, a marathon. An invitation that you gladly accept.

“What are you doing up this late, detka?” She coos as you remain by the door frame for a few minutes longer. “It’s unlike you to be up this late; is something on your mind?”

You shake your head as you wearily make your way over to the bed. You intended to climb in to watch the remaining half of the film with her like you’ve done many times before.

Standing by the doorway for so long meant that you didn’t initially notice the ball of black fur curled up on her other pillow (plus it was dark), so you were pleasantly surprised to see the other guest as you reached her bed.

Liho. 

Natasha swears that Liho isn’t her cat, and she’s nothing more than a stray who loves following her around; you know otherwise. 

“Hey, Liho, do you mind giving up the pillow?” You whisper to the cat before leaning over to scratch behind her ear, making her purr quietly. You turn to Natasha with an amused look. 

“Don’t,” she says sternly while focusing on the screen.

“I thought she wasn’t allowed on your bed.” 

“She’s not,” she replies as she glances over at the black cat, who looks happy where she is. “Someone keeps letting her in. I bet it’s Bucky; y’know how he is with Alpine.”

You chuckle to yourself before scooping the cat up and practically sinking into the softness of her mattress and duvet.

You let out a peaceful sigh as you could feel your muscles relaxing, and Liho nuzzled her head against you. 

“She’s not that bad, y’know. She’s sweet.”

“Mhm, you didn’t answer my question from earlier. Is something on your mind?”

“No,” you mumble as she shuffles so she is close enough to encase her arms around your torso. “I couldn’t sleep. I didn’t mean to interrupt your film. Is this your first James Bond film of the night?”

The back of your thighs was touching hers, and your back was pressed firmly into her chest. Her grip around your waist was gentle, while her fingertips brushed over your hip in a soothing circular motion. 

“No,” she quietly replies. “Second.”

Natasha’s soothing motion against your hip had you mirroring the motion onto Liho’s head (behind her ears). Liho’s purrs grew louder, which made you smile softly.

At this point, it was almost second nature for her to pull you as close to her as possible while her hands rested somewhere on your body (usually on your back or hip).

It’s like an instinct for her.

“Chronological order, Nat?”

“Mhm,” she hums while lifting her fingers from your hip to absentmindedly run them lightly up and down your forearm. They feel cold against your warm skin. “I just finished watching Dr. No.”

“Is that the one with Sean Connery or Roger Moore?” You ask, already knowing the answer yourself.

Honestly, you just wanted to hear her enthusiastically talk about it. Her quiet excitement about certain things has you falling even deeper in love with her, which seems impossible to do.

At the same time, you want to tease her so badly. Tease her for being so sweet and slightly nerdy.

It’s not the smartest idea to tease an assassin about how sweet and nerdy she is when she talks about certain things.

No, you wouldn’t wake up the next day, so it’s best to keep the thought to yourself.

“Sean Connery, detka,” she replied to your question with a soft chuckle. “Moonraker is one of Roger Moore’s films, which is a good film too.”

You let out a quiet ‘ah’ sound before shuffling in closer to her—if possible—to bask in the warmth she was still radiating. It’s relaxing, even soothing.

“Have I-”

“Yeah, you’ve watched Moonraker with me.”

Hm. You didn’t need to get the words out for her to know what you were about to say. 

“I never did ask why you were up so late, Nat,” you whisper as you weaken your grip on Liho, who is asleep. “But I’m going to assume that the mission you just came back from is messing with you.”

She lets out a small sigh. “Yeah, sounds about right.”

Missions aren’t always easy; sometimes they can go pear-shaped to the point where they're compromised.

You’ve been on many missions that have gone off the tracks, but every single time you’ve dealt with them head-on.

“Put it out of your mind,” you whisper as you tilt your head upward to catch her softened and tired gaze. “That was one day; tomorrow is another.”

“Alright, Miss Wisdom, that’s enough for one night,” she lightly teases as she looks down at you for a fleeting minute before looking back at the screen. 

You weren’t following along with the story in the slightest. You don’t have much interest in watching James Bond at this hour; you are too busy enjoying her warmth as she gently holds onto you as if you were delicate.

You remain silent in her arms while she occasionally nuzzles her nose into your hair for that extra stretch of comfort and reassurance that she’s not alone.

She’ll never be alone.

“He wouldn’t be able to do that,” she grumbles, clearly unamused. Ah, there’s the habit that you love and hate. “He’d kill himself right away.”

“Hm?”

“Nothing, detka,” she murmurs before quickly kissing your hair while inhaling the scent of your shampoo. “I’m just talking to myself.”

Anyone who knows her well enough should know that Natasha tends to correct any inaccuracies in spy films. Half of the time, she doesn’t even realise she’s doing it, so it’s almost like it's an instinct for her to correct the character’s mistakes.

While it’s very endearing to see her so invested in something, it can get annoying.

Yelena has the same habit as Natasha, making it harder to watch spy films with either of them.

“You know, you and Yelena have the same habit,” you whisper as you drag your hand down the cat’s back before she climbs out of your arms. 

“Oh yeah?” Natasha replies as she watches the screen before looking down at you. She’s smiling lovingly. “And what habit would that be, detka?”

“You both love pointing out and correcting any inaccuracies in spy films.” 

“I do not do that,” Natasha denies, even though there is a hint of a smirk tugging at her lips. 

“Oh, you don’t? Because, if I recall correctly, you just said ‘he wouldn’t be able to do that’. It sounds like pointing out to me, Nat.” You tease before squealing as she gently digs her fingers into your hips.

In one swift move, she is hovering over you with one hand by your head to hold herself up while her other is wiggling at your side.

If there’s one sound Natasha loves more than your voice, it's the sound of your pure, unbridled laughter.

“Nat! Stop!” You squeal out as your hands reach up to her forearms to try and get her to stop attacking your sides.

She doesn’t stop; she smiles at you with a loving gaze.

“I’ll only stop if you admit that I don’t have a habit of doing that,” she says in a slightly proud tone. “Yelena might, but I certainly don’t.”

“Okay, okay,” you say before holding your hands up like a truce. “You don’t do that.”

She grins triumphantly before lifting her hand and placing it on the other side of your head so she can get a better view of you and how red you’ve gone from laughing. 

“Neither of you can go a single film without pointing a mistake out for the rest to see,” you say quickly, causing her to roll her eyes and pepper kisses all over your cheeks.

“Ugh, fine,” she grits out in between each kiss she lays on your cheeks. “Maybe I do. Okay, I correct and point out mistakes in spy films; it’s not my fault they are often inaccurate.”

“Alright, we’ll agree to disagree. C’mere.”

Natasha doesn’t waste any time when it comes to sinking back into her mattress behind you. She snakes her arms around your waist before pulling you flush against her chest, like before she started tickling you.

The last thing that Natasha is focused on is what Sean Connery’s Bond is doing or saying on the TV screen.

No, she’s focused on how your nose scrunches as you yawn softly or on your weary smile.

It is pretty late, so she wouldn’t blame you if you fell asleep in her arms. She wants you to, selfishly, because she loves it.

“Sleep, detka,” she coos softly in your ear before pressing a soft kiss on your cheek. “I’m not going anywhere; you’re safe with me.”

“I always am,” you whisper before sighing contently after yawning for the second time in a minute. “I just want to stay up and talk with you. Or at least finish watching your film with you.”

“We can talk more in the morning; just close your eyes.”

Her thumb softly dragged your knuckles back and forth due to your hands being laced together, while her other hand softly drew circles into your exposed arm.

So soothing.

Put both of those together, and you’re on the verge of sleep.

It wasn’t long before you were quietly snoring while nestled in her protective embrace.

Natasha stayed awake a little longer to soak up your gentle sounds mixed with Liho’s content purrs. 

The mischievous cat was back laying on her pillow, despite not being allowed anywhere on her bed.

Nothing mattered as the world stood still as she gazed lovingly at her girls.

You and Liho are her girls (even if she’d never admit the cat was hers; everyone knows Liho is her cat).

She likes how it rolls off the tongue.

“I love you,” she whispers as she presses a feather-light kiss to your cheeks as you sleep. Her eyes drifted closed. “More than you’ll ever know.”

[leegemma]

Hey!

Loved your marvel fic and was wondering if we could get more of that.

Maybe steve/nat x teen ticklish reader?

Something really fluffy, like she's been on the phone for a long time talking to Peter, her boyfriend (I had to 😂) and they make her by tickling her?

I completely understand if not, thanks anyways 💕🙏

Hi! Thank you for the request. It took me a while but here it is:) just a warning- I started out super inspired and motivated but was just super exhausted towards the end.

Hope you enjoy it anyways and please keep sending requests in! Got three that I'm working on already ✨️

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You laughed when your boyfriend made a joke, staring into the screen and listening to him telling you about his day. "And then there was this huge explosion- like, y/n I thought I was going to die. Like, really. And then I looked up and there was this guy and he was all like big and strong and-"

You heard a knock on your door, and paused peter. "One sec Pete. Come innnn!"

"Hey." Steve smiled at you as he walked over o where you were on your bed.

You raised on eyebrow and watched him sit down on the edge of the bed. "What?"

Steve frowned. "A bit of an attitude there, huh?"

You rolled your eyes. "Whatever Steve. Do you need anything? I'm on face time."

Steve shook his head in disapproval. "Yeah, I can see that. You've been on it for hours now. Who are you talking to?"

"Just peter." You turned the front of your phone towards Steve so he can see peter.

"Y/n, who is- oh, hi mister Rogers!"

You smiled as you heard your boyfriend's voice go up a notch when he noticed he was now talking to captain America.

Even Steve couldn't help but smile a little. "Hello peter, do you think you and this grumpy creature are going to hang up anytime soon?"

You groaned while peter only seemed distressed. "Um- yeah! Yeah, we could do that. We'll just talk later. Or not, you decide. Or- No you don't... but I mean- you know what I mean, right? You know everything beca-"

"Peter shush, we're not hanging up." You turned the screen back to face you.

"It's okay y/n, I really don't mind." Peter tried to reassure you, but you weren't having any of it.

"No! He doesn't get to tell us what to do! We're old enough to decide for ourselves."

You glared at Steve.

"What is happening here? I heard someone raising their voice." Nat walked in, leaning against the doorway.

"Oh great." You mumbled.

"Well you see, y/n has been on face time with Peter for the last 5 hours. And I really don't think it's healthy to be on screen for that long. So I asked her to get off and she just got all sassy." Steve explained, looking at you the whole time. Not even glancing at nat.

"I see..." she smirked, seeing your feet popping out from under your blanket.

She came closer and sat down right next to them.

"Well y/n, I think you should listen to Steve."

You huffed out a laugh. "Yeah, as if..."

"Okay, well. Don't say I didn't warn you." Nat shrugged and started spidering all over your feet.

"Warn me? What do you me- MEehehean!" You squealed and tried to pull your feet away, but Nat was holding them tight.

Steve grinned. "This is more like it.."

"Wahahait! Nohohoho!!" You tried to twist away, your phone still in your hand.

"What is happening there?" Peter asked, confused.

"Oh just tickling y/n." Nat smiled as your laughter went up an octave when she moved up to squeeze your knee with one hand, and kept going on one foot with the other.

"Noho way! Y/n is ticklish?" Peter chuckled in surprise.

"Gohod bye peheter!" You giggled out and quickly hung up the phone.

"Oh so now you hang up?" Steve shook his head again and started kneading your sides.

"NOHOHO STOHOP!" You were already pretty much out of breathe, flopping around on the bed.

"You didn't stop the call when steve asked you to!" Nat exclaimed, now tickling both your thighs.

"What happened y/n, why are you laughing?" Steve smirked down at you as he wiggled his way under your arms.

"PLEASHAHAHASE!" You shook your head violently and tried to hit Steve with your arms.

"So aggressive." Steve chuckled, looking at nat and sharing a quick laugh with her before turning back to you and holding  both your wrists above your head with only one of his hands.

"Tickletickletickle y/n/n!" Nat wiggled her fingers above your face teasingly.

You closed your eyes, unable to take the teasing and have to look into her eyes.

"Hey Nat, do you think y/n has all her ribs?" Steve asked, putting on his best 'thinking' face.

"I'm not sure Steve, she has been on that phone for an awful long time... better check..." she said, digging into your hips at that moment.

Steve nodded. "Absolutely." He then started counting your ribs, for what felt like hours but really just lasted 2 minutes before you went into silent laughter.

"Alright, you gonna apologise for being rude to me and not getting off that thing when I asked you to?" Steve asked.

You nodded, still unable to talk as nat was pretty much killing your hips.

"Go on then." She smirked.

"IM SORRY!" You managed to spit out.

"Well, i forgive you. Now, do you want to do something together?" Steve pulled you in for a hug.

"I want sleep." You replied, yawning right afterwards.

"Aww... poor baby." Nat chuckled and grabbed you from steve, pushing you to lay down on your bed and laying down next to you, grabbing your remote and putting your favorite movie on.

You fell asleep between the two of them, and when you woke up. You had a couple of messages waiting to you from your boyfriend. Yeah... you forgot he knew now...

[widowsistersandfriends]

Tears

Request: Could you write a fic where the reader is Natasha and Yelena's little sister and one day she is very sad but she doesn't want to tell them what's going on but the widow sisters have their way of getting the information out ;))

Note: Thank you for this adorable request! I really enjoyed writing this one, and I appreciate your patience while waiting for me to write this one! Enjoy! <3

Word Count: 3053

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You woke up bright and early, eager to start your day. Today was Friday, and you were looking forward to the weekend after a long week of school. You got out of bed and washed up before heading downstairs for breakfast. Although you were training to be a mini Black Widow, your two older sisters still insisted you get a good education. You didn’t mind though, as you loved learning and exploring new topics.

The smell of fresh scrambled eggs and crispy bacon filled the air as you descended down the stairs. You took in a big whiff and sighed with happiness.

“Good morning, Y/N, just in time for breakfast!” Natasha said cheerfully. Yelena however, was not seen anywhere at the table, so you asked the redhead where she was.

“Oh you know how she is. She loves her sleep,” the redhead said with a chuckle.

“Can I go wake her up?” You asked.

“Eat your breakfast first. I want you to have enough time to eat and digest,” Natasha said, placing a plate in front of you consisting of scrambled eggs, bacon, toast, apple slices, and a glass of orange juice. You thanked Natasha for the breakfast and dug in with your fork.

You finished your breakfast and went to pack your backpack for the day. You quickly piled in your notebooks and folders along with your pencil case and laptop.

“Alright Y/N, wanna come wake up Yelena with me?” Natasha offered. You nodded excitedly, as the two of you slowly opened the door to the blonde’s room. Yelena was a deep sleeper, so she didn’t even move or respond to Natasha’s soft spoken words asking her to wake up.

You tapped Natasha’s arm and whispered her a question, earning a response and a slight grin from the redhead. With her approval, you reached under the blanket and began squeezing the blonde’s side muscle with just the right amount of pressure. Yelena jerked in response, snorting and immediately tried to wriggle away.

Yelena grumbled into her pillow, clearly trying to suppress her giggles. She was never a happy camper having to wake up.

“Come on Yelena, wake up and it’ll all be over~,” you said teasingly. You jumped on top of her and began scribbling your fingers all over her stomach, causing the blonde to let out a loud bark of laughter.

“OHOHOKAHAHAY Y/N, STAHAHAHAP IHIHIM GEHEHETTING UHUHUP,” Yelena shouted, all while swatting your hands away.

Natasha watched from a distance, chuckling slightly at Yelena’s state as you got off of the bed.

“Stop laughing at me, Poser. You’re no better than me,” Yelena said with a huff.

“Then you better get up then before I prove you wrong,” Natasha said, a teasing tone coating her threat. 

“No no no! Natasha dohoHOHOHONT AHAHAHAHAHA,” the blonde screamed with laughter, as her redheaded sister began to scribble up and down her feet which were sticking out from under the covers.

“Then get up you silly butt,” Natasha said, as you laughed while watching the blonde suffer.

Natasha eventually let her sister up, after a good ruffle of her hair. Yelena shot you a glare, giving you a warning look where you knew you were gonna be in big trouble. Luckily it was time for school and you had to go catch the bus.

You picked up your bag and headed out the front door after giving your two sisters a big hug.

“Have a good day at school!” The two widows said, while waving at you. You waved back and boarded the bus, looking forward to the fun day ahead.

Your day started off well, as you stayed engaged in all of your classes. You had fun learning in each class, and were now headed to gym class. Today, you guys were splitting up into multiple teams for a dodgeball tournament. You were skilled when it came to throwing and catching, so this really made you excited inside. 

After you all split into teams, you began playing against each other to see who would move on in the bracket. Your team was fairly strong, and you guys had made it to the championship game. You were excited for the challenge, until you heard someone chirping from the other team.

“Hey look guys, they have a girl so we’re gonna win!”

“A girl can’t compete in this! They can’t throw!”

You were the only girl on your team, so you knew who this was directed towards. However, you felt the anger building up inside of you. You’ve never really been in this situation before, so you didn’t know the best way to handle it. Instead, you just followed your gut.

“You shut up! Why don’t you beat me first before running your mouth!” You shouted across the gym. Everyone started ooohing in anticipation of a fight.

“I already know I’m gonna win because girls can’t throw!” The boy shouted back.

“It’s a team sport you dummy, so why don’t you get your facts straight first before you speak nonsense!” You yelled back. At this point, you were so ready to whip the ball into his face. Or another part.

The match began and your team began to play. Balls whizzed by as you ducked and dodged, all while throwing darts across the gym. You even caught quite a few to eliminate the guys on the other team. You felt an adrenaline rush going through you, loving the fact that you were proving him and everyone else in the gym wrong.

It was an intense match, and each team now had three players remaining. Teams were allowed to pass the ball around to the people on the side who were already out as well. You had been studying how the people on the other team threw, analyzing the spin and the route the ball would likely take. 

The kid threw the ball at your teammate, who was caught off guard as the ball ricocheted off his shoulder and in the air. You turned and quickly dove for the ball, rolling to break your fall which you had learned from when training with your sisters. Your team cheered, as it was now 3 versus 2. It turned into 2 versus 2 when one of your teammates got pegged in the knee.

Your teammate made a good effort to throw, but it was caught, eliminating him from the game. Now 2 versus 1, you knew you were your team’s last hope. But your desire wasn’t winning. It was defeating that guy and making him eat his words. If he hadn’t said that before, you wouldn’t be as focused on winning and more on having fun. However, your fun would come when you came out victorious.

The ball came straight for you, slightly away from your head. You debated on whether you should dodge and survive, or risk reaching out to catch or possibly fumble it. You reached out at the last second, snagging the ball with one hand, eliminating yet another person.

You felt the pressure now, eyeing the same boy who had talked down to you. He was still chirping away, but you didn’t respond. You were focusing on your next move. He currently had the ball and was trying to find a way to catch you off guard. You saw his eyes move, which was more than enough for a spy in training to figure out what would happen next. 

You smirked to yourself, seeing his eyes look past you. He was planning on throwing it to one of his teammates out of bounds, to catch you off guard and to eventually get you out. He wound up and threw, and as you suspected it was intended to head over you. However, you jumped to intercept his throw, and spun around faster than light while whipping a side arm throw across the gym, nailing him. 

“Two balls for the price of one!” You shouted across the gym at him, as your team started cheering and celebrating. 

“Whatever, you just got lucky. You’re still inferior and need luck to beat a guy,” he chirped back.

“Oh no honey, just no. It’s not luck. It’s called playing the game and not running my mouth when I can’t back it up,” you clapped back.

“You talked that talk but couldn’t walk that walk,” you said, as he began to move closer.

He didn’t say anything, but he wound up to punch. Luckily, you remembered the move Natasha taught you that she used against Happy in the fighting ring in front of Pepper and Tony. The guy was humiliated as he was thrown to the ground. 

“Thanks for playing, better luck next time! And don’t even try to start shit, I have two sisters who can fight as well,” you said, turning and walking away. If you had a mic, you would’ve dropped it for dramatic effect. 

While you were glad you defeated him and put him in his place, the rest of the day you were boiling with anger. You couldn’t quite pin what it was. 

You returned home after a long and eventful day, grateful to finally be home. 

“Hey, Y/N, how was school today?” Yelena asked, giving you a hug, as you dropped your backpack on the ground. 

“It was fine,” you said flatly.

“Just fine?!? You’re usually bouncing off the walls and telling us every detail about your day,” Yelena said, giving your shoulder a playful squeeze.

“I said it’s fine, okay,” you snapped at the blonde.

Yelena was taken aback a bit, but she didn’t pressure it anymore and let you go up to your room.

“What was all that?” Natasha asked, entering the room.

“It seems like Y/N had a bad day at school, but we should give her some space before talking to her,” Yelena said, as the redhead nodded in agreement. 

Your two sisters gave you a few hours to yourself, before knocking gently at the door.

“Y/N, can we come in?” Natasha asked.

“Yeah,” you answered quietly, but just loud enough for them to hear.

Your sisters walked in, each sitting near you on the bed.

“Are you okay, Y/N?” Yelena asked, patting your back softly.

“I don’t know, there was just a ton of stuff that happened today,” you said vaguely.

“If something bad happened and you want to talk about it, you know we’re always here for you,” Natasha chimed in.

You sighed, knowing that you wanted to talk about it, but just didn’t know where to start. You hesitated for a moment, before speaking.

“I’m okay. But if you really want to know, you have to pay a price,” you said, giving the faintest hint of a smirk.

Oh? Is that a challenge?” Yelena said, as both sisters knew you were transitioning into your playful mood. 

The two widows quickly pinned you with your arms above your head. 

“No wait! Let me go!” you cried, wiggling around to the best of your abilities. 

“Hmm, no. We know you were sad and we want to know why and cheer you up!” Natasha insisted, as she sat on your waist and began to rake her nails in your armpits.

“HAHAHAHAHA NOHOHOHOHO PLEHEHEHEASE,” you begged.

“Oh? Begging already? You’re in for a long ride little one,” Natasha said teasingly.

You continued to laugh and scream, as your sensitive underarms could not get used to the ticklish sensation being produced from her nails. It also didn’t help that being pinned made you a thousand times more sensitive than you already were.

The redhead moved her hands down to poke and dig in between your ribs, making you scream with laughter.

“GAH NOHOHO THAHAHATS MEHEHEHEAN,” you said, giggling hysterically. 

“Oh I know,” Natasha said with a smirk. She then traded places with Yelena, so they could both get a chance to wreck you.

“Well well well, what do we have here?” Yelena asked teasingly.

“An old fart on top of me who sleeps for a million hours,” you said cheekily.

“You little—”

With that, Yelena had dug into your sides the same way you had, along with the most ticklish pokes, pinches and scribbles, to your tummy. 

You burst into hysterical laughter, from both her reaction and the tickles.

“OHOHO MY GOHOHOD STAHAHAHAHAP IHIHIT TIHIHIHICKLES,” you cried out.

“Oh what’s wrong, Y/N? Too ticklish?” The blonde asked with an evil grin.

“YEHEHEHES IHIHIHI AHAHAHAM NOW STAHAHAHAHAP,” you squealed.

“Better tell us why you’re sad,” Natasha teased, as she added on with more armpit tickles.

You were a mess now and they both knew you were bound to break soon.

“OHOHOHOKAHAHAY IHIHIHI’LL SPIHIHILL PLEHEHEHEASE,” you shouted.

The girls stopped tickling you and gave you a chance to catch your breath. After a couple of minutes you explained everything to them.

“Y/N, I understand why you were upset and you have every right to be. You stood up for yourself and didn’t want to be judged just because you’re a girl,” Natasha said.

“We’re both proud of you for how you handled it. You’re very mature for your age. Not to mention, you kicked his ass and showed him who’s boss” Yelena added, giving you a high five.

You giggled slightly, feeling better after they comforted you.

“And just remember. Yelena and I are always gonna be here for you. We will always stand up for you and we will never think less of you for your age, gender, height, race, sexuality, anything,” Natasha said with a firm grip on your shoulder. You looked into her eyes and knew she was being sincere. It was a love and support you never knew existed, or that you needed.

“We see you as a strong woman, someone who is willing to fight and stand up for herself. We are so proud of you for taking the leap of faith and having the courage to stand up for yourself when no one else would,” Yelena added.

You gave them both a hug and thanked them for talking you through it all.

“Y/N, we have to make sure you’re all cheered up,” Yelena said with a smirk.

You sat up and quickly tried to bolt, but not before Natasha grabbed you and threw you back onto the bed gently.

“You’re not going anywhere until we see you smile,” Natasha said, pinning you quickly again.

“I already did!” You insisted.

“I didn’t see it. Did you?” Yelena asked her sister.

“Nope, I never saw it once today,” Natasha said, knowing she was riling you up. With that, she sat on your shins and looked back at you with a smirk. “You ready to smile, Y/N?”

“Never!” You shouted stubbornly. Natasha rolled her eyes playfully and began to slowly drag her nails over your feet, as you wiggled them frantically, hopelessly trying to avoid her nifty fingers.

You held in your laughter, determined to not let them hear you laugh.

“Come on little Y/N, let it out~,” Yelena said, as she began to rake her nails over your inner thighs. You bucked at the sensation, close to bursting into laughter, even though they were tickling you slowly.

“Ihihihi’ll nehehever lahahahaugh hehehe,” you giggled, clearly not able to hold them in.

With that, Natasha began to tickle your feet with full force, scribbling at your heel, arches and toes, while Yelena squeezed into your hip divots with no mercy.

“OK OK OK STAHAHAHAHAP IHIHITS TOO MUHUHUHUCH AHAHAHAHA,” you screamed with laughter, as your two sisters took in your beautiful smile. 

“Awww there’s that cute little smile,” Yelena teased, reaching behind her to squeeze your knees, making you squeal and kick with laughter.

Once the girls thought you had enough, they flipped you over to massage your back.

You laid there with your arms above your head, now relaxing with the massage.

“You know Y/N, I don’t understand how ticklish you are,” Yelena said.

“You’re almost as bad as Yelena,” Natasha added.

“What do you mean almost as bad? She’s way worse than me,” Yelena insisted, shooting her sister a glare.

You got their attention again when you let out a small giggle when Yelena brushed her nail over your back.

“What was that?” Natasha asked. Yelena now raked all ten of her nails over your back, causing you to wriggle from side to side while giggling hysterically into the pillow.

“Awwww, your back is ticklish. That is  so cuteeee,” the two sisters cooed, now tickling your back and back of your thighs with their nails.

“GUYS STAHAHAHAP IVE HAHAHAD ENOHOHOUGH,” you screamed, as Yelena made sure to dip into your sides to catch you off guard. After a few more minutes of squealing, screaming, and pleading, the two girls finally let you up.

“You guys are the worst,” you said with a huff.

“You love us,” Natasha said, giving you the same hair ruffle she had given Yelena that morning. You pouted which they thought was adorable and hugged you at the same time, smothering you in endless love.

“Remember Y/N, today’s Friday. That means we can eat pizza and watch movies all night,” Yelena said.

You cheered with excitement, as you guys started planning out the night and which movies to watch.

“Wait, but before we eat, will you help me get revenge on Natasha?” You whispered to Yelena.

“Oh definitely, Poser needs a good wrecking,” Yelena said with an evil grin. Before Natasha could react, she was pinned to the bed the same way you were, and was tag teamed by you and Yelena. Sure enough, you guys all shared the same weak spots, as Natasha was lost in laughter as she was attacked with tickles. 

After the redhead was wrecked to pieces and warned you guys that you were in big trouble, the pizza finally arrived at the door. You eagerly jumped out of bed and ran downstairs. The three of you enjoyed the pizza and watched lots of fun movies that night. Tickles were thrown in here and there, but you wouldn’t have it any other way. You were grateful for the two powerful and caring women in your life, who spoiled you with love and tickles. What happened to be sad tears turned into tears of laughter, which all three of you loved.

[supermarvel-fics]

Tickletober Day 10: Ticklish Kiss

fandom: marvel

word count: 1,150

pairing: natasha x reader (established relationship)

summary: natasha gives you an early birthday present

The whole thing was pretty taboo at first. You had just moved into the tower—making it easier for you to work overtime for Tony. You’d been employed with him for quite some time, but decided to finally accept your boss’ offer due to your sheer exhaustion from only sleeping a few hours every night.

You’d seen her around, but only when she came into the lab to look for Tony. She caught your eye immediately; her red hair, her figure, the way she held herself. Natasha Romanoff was one of the most beautiful women you’d ever laid eyes on and yet, she barely looked in your direction.

So, when you’d moved in, of course you expected to see her around a lot more. You just hadn’t expected her to know anything about you.

Natasha had caught you off guard one afternoon while in the gym. While you weren’t an Avenger, you were still fit and worked out every so often. She appeared beside you as you ran on the treadmill, cursing yourself mentally for not wearing a cuter sports set today.

“You work in the lab,” She said. You slowed the treadmill down to a walking pace so that you could respond.

“I do, yes. You’re an Avenger. Natasha Romanoff,” You replied, smiling. Natasha reciprocated it and leaned against the arm of the machine.

“And you’re Y/N.”

Your eyes widened. “You know my name?” You slowed the treadmill down even more to lower your heartrate—both from the workout and Natasha recognizing you. She nodded and chuckled a bit.

“I asked Tony about you the first day I saw you. You’re… intriguing.”

And from then on, it was a blossoming relationship. You became friends first, though neither of you could deny the serious feelings you had for each other. It didn’t take long for you to kiss her for the first time. A late night in the kitchen, just the two of you talking as you normally would, only this time there was tension that hadn’t been there before. You listened to your heart, surging forward to kiss the Widow, melting into each other like ice in hot coffee.

It had been almost a year since then and every day, you fell deeper and harder in love with Natasha Romanoff.

She wouldn’t ever call herself “soft” by any means, but when she was with you, all bets were off. You laid in bed with her, cuddled close on the eve of your birthday. Instrumental music playing in the background, candles on the bedside tables, her fingers running through your hair—it was the perfect night in.

“This is the first birthday I get to celebrate with you, you know,” You spoke after sitting in silence for what felt like hours. “I’m liking it so far.”

“What makes it different than any of the others?” Nat asked, peeking down to look at your face. You smiled and laced your fingers in with yours, bringing it to your lips to place a small kiss on the top of it.

“You’re here. I’m happier. I’m not alone. I could go on,” You replied, chuckling quietly. Natasha kissed the crown of your head, squeezing you tighter into her chest.

“No need,” She whispered. A bout of silence came upon you again, just relishing in the warmth of her arms. “I have a few birthday gifts for you tomorrow, but there’s one that I should give you when we’re alone.”

“So, like right now?” You raised an eyebrow at her. Nat smirked and nodded.

“Now would be perfect, actually. Close your eyes,” She ordered. Taking a breath, you did as you were told, relying on just the feel of her skin against yours. You heart fluttered as she pushed you off of her to lay you flat on your back, then straddled your hips. “You okay?”

“Mhm,” You hummed in response, a shy grin on your lips. Nat brushed her thumb across your cheek, feeling the heat rise to the surface of your skin.

“Good. Here’s your first present.” Nat carefully put her lips on yours and you eagerly kissed her back, moaning in delight. She drew back to take in the sight of you beneath her and put a sweet peck on your forehead.

“That was the best gift I’ve ever gotten. Thank you, baby,” You reopened your eyes, but Natasha put a stop to it by covering your them with her hand.

“You’re welcome, but like I said, that was only the first one. There’s more where that came from. Keep them closed, please.”

“Ooh, yes ma’am,” You snickered, obeying her for a second time. Immediately after shutting your eyes, Natasha’s mouth was connected to yours, kissing you fervently. Your hands found the sides of her face, but Nat grunted quietly and latched onto your wrists, pinning them to the bed.

“No hands, either. Trust me,” She said seductively. You nodded, letting her continue. Making out with Nat was one of your favorite things to do, but you didn’t do it often. Finding alone time were far and few in between at the Avengers tower, so you were savoring every moment of this.

Nat left your lips, kissing along your jawline and down to your neck. The moment she came into contact with that sweet spot below your ear, you squeaked and twisted your head involuntarily. Nat pulled away in shock, looking down at you with her eyes wide. “Are you—”

“Sorry, I—uh… my neck, it’s really—”

“Ticklish,” Natasha laughed, finishing your sentence. You were suddenly very aware of how you were positioned, tugging at your hands experimentally. Your girlfriend tightened her grip on them and shook her head. “Oh, no, I’m not done giving you your birthday present.”

She ducked down again, continuously peppering your neck with chaste, ticklish kisses. You began giggling, trying your best to shrug your shoulders up to block her access. “Nahahat!”

“What?” She asked in between pecks.

“It tihickles! I-hi cahan’t!” You squealed, ducking your head down to stop her. Natasha chuckled and sat up all the way, releasing your wrists. Letting out residual giggles, your eyes fluttered open to see her staring at you with endearment.

“You’re beautiful,” She muttered out with a grin. You blushed in thanks, but rolled your eyes at the compliment.

“Thanks for my birthday present, even though I’m too ticklish to handle it,” You grumbled, crossing your arms over your chest. Nat clicked her tongue, nodding.

“Oh, yeah, that reminds me. I thought of one more gift to give you.”

You gasped as you realized her intentions, already beginning to squirm. “Nat, no! Don’t, WAIT! WAHAHAIT! AHAH!” You fell into thunderous laughter as Natasha dug into your ribs, your hands half-heartedly trying to push hers away.

You knew your protests weren’t too convincing, but you didn’t care. It was already the best birthday ever and it hadn’t even started, yet.

[just-another-blog-of-fluff]

Aiding and Abetting

Word count: 5,000

Pairing: Nat x gender neutral reader (platonic)

Warnings: None

OK friends - here it is, my first attempt at writing for a female character in the MCU! It was definitely harder to capture her mannerisms, but hopefully it turned out alright!

This was a request by @maniac4marvel-fluff-addition for Nat x reader (prompt). We're going a little ways back to the holiday season, but it's not too in-your-face Christmas-y since it is March already 😂 Hope you enjoy!

You loved many things about the holiday season, but nothing could quite compare to the Avengers’ holiday celebration.

It didn’t even typically happen during the actual holidays. Most of the team either went to visit family, or otherwise remained in the tower to spend a quiet holiday with the few remaining members. Once everyone had returned, the team would choose an evening to celebrate together in a casual gathering.

At least, as casual as things could get when Tony Stark was the keeper of the party budget.

There were drinks and games and more food than the entire team could possibly eat in one evening, even with the inclusion of the genetically altered and the otherworldly team members. Usually, by the time the party had been going for about an hour, it got pretty rambunctious - especially if Thor brought out the Asgardian mead. It always made for a very interesting dinner once all the food was cooked and ready.

One surprising aspect of the holiday celebration was that the meal was always prepared by the team, and not by chefs hired by Tony as he’d suggested year after year. Wanda refused to allow it, insisting that part of the spirit of the holiday season was to eat a home cooked meal, and that would be lost if the team was feasting on gourmet dishes nobody could pronounce. She led the charge in preparing the meal each year, enlisting the few other Avengers who had any skill in cooking. It took the entire day to get the meal prepared and ready for the evening feast.

But, gods, was it worth it.

Wanda was a fantastic cook, whipping up dishes from various nationalities to appeal to the various team members. Much of the menu was American, but she always incorporated some of her own Sokovian cooking as well as some Russian cuisine for Natasha. She’d even learned to make a couple Asgardian dishes to appeal to Thor and Loki, to ensure there was something everyone could enjoy.

This year would be your second holiday celebration with the team. You could hardly count the first, really - you were so new, you barely knew a soul at the party, and you mostly kept to yourself and observed and listened to the conversations around you. Over the last year, you'd really come out of your shell and shown your personality around your teammates. The relationship you'd built with them was fun and playful, but at the same time, you'd never known a bond of friendship so strong as those you felt with your teammates. In some ways, they were your second family.

You woke early that morning, the chill January air nipping at your skin the moment you pushed the blankets off to get out of bed. Shouting a quick order to FRIDAY to up the temperature on the thermostat so you wouldn't freeze while you got ready, you wandered groggily over to the window with your arms wrapped tightly around yourself and peered outside. A fresh blanket of snow had fallen overnight, smooth and perfectly untouched, with clumps of white clinging to the branches of the trees. It suited the mood of the day perfectly.

After a quick shower, you dressed yourself and meandered out of your bedroom to seek sustenance. Mostly coffee. But breakfast would be nice too. Plus, it gave you an excuse to check in and see how the cooking was going so far - you knew Wanda would have just started within the last half hour or so.

Sure enough, the red-headed witch was buzzing around the kitchen when you entered the room. Vision was at her side, wearing a black apron over his clothes that had "kiss the cook" written across the front in bold letters. You raised a hand to cover your mouth when you saw it, biting back a giggle. Wanda heard you sniffle, spinning around to face you.

"Good morning!" she sang, smiling brightly. Wanda adored being in the kitchen. Although she had magic at her disposal that could easily help her to cook quickly, she insisted it just wasn't the same if she didn't do it by hand. She did, however, enjoy the fact that she could clean the dishes with a simple flourish.

"G'morning," you responded, fighting a yawn as you staggered sleepily toward the coffee maker to pour yourself a cup. Vision was quite the coffee aficionado, which was surprising for an android, but you couldn't complain about having a fresh pot brewed and ready the moment you woke up each morning. "How goes the meal prep?"

"So far, so good! The oven's preheating, and I'm getting some of the vegetable chopping out of the way while I wait for my assistants to roll their lazy selves out of bed."

"Can I help?" you asked. Wanda's eyes widened, her eyebrows shooting up her forehead.

"Do you remember the last time you helped me cook dinner?"

"Uh..." You did recall. Vividly, in fact. After slicing your finger with a knife twice, you nearly burned the kitchen down when your dish caught fire in the oven. You'd tried to blame the oven, but Wanda assured you it was working just fine. Vision had so kindly added that your food had simply been so dry that the heat caused it to burst into flames. "I... remember a bit, yes."

"So you'll understand when I tell you - hell no."

"Alright, alright... point taken." You grinned sheepishly. "So who is helping you then?"

"Sam is quite the cook, actually - he plans to make a couple Louisiana-style seafood dishes this year. And Nat's going to help with some of the side dishes."

She listed a few of the other dishes she planned to prepare as you added milk and sugar to your coffee. You grabbed a muffin from the pantry for breakfast, eyeing the cheesecake batter Vision was preparing to get some desserts going as well.

"Alright - you've got your breakfast, now, out!" Wanda suddenly insisted, shooing you with a wave of her hands.

"What did I do? I want to watch!"

"I saw the look in your eyes when you were staring at that cheesecake. No tasting before the food is ready. Now out."

"Wanda is rather accustomed to warding off hungry teammates who are trying to sneak a taste of her food. It's become somewhat of a tradition," Vision explained upon observing your flabbergasted expression.

"Tradition implies a well-loved customary activity people do year after year," Wanda interjected.

"Well, I'm sure they love doing it," you mumbled under your breath, smirking. With a wave of her hand, Wanda flung the door to the kitchen open without even looking at it, shooing you once again. "Alright, I'm going, I'm going!"

You ducked out of the kitchen and shut the door behind you, taking a sip of your coffee and sighing with relief as the bitter caffeinated taste washed over your tongue. Glancing up from your mug, you saw Bucky and Steve wandering in your direction down the hallway, seemingly headed for the kitchen.

"Watch out, guys - Wanda's in full-on chef mode. Don't plan to hang out in there longer than a couple minutes," you warned with a smile.

"Did she catch you stealing food?" Bucky asked knowingly.

"Even if I was hoping to steal food - which I wasn't - she didn't even let me get as far as to think about it before shooing me out the door."

"Aw, Steve, we better wait until later when she's too wrapped up in bouncing between dishes to sneak any," Bucky grumbled, pausing in his path toward the kitchen. Steve nodded in agreement.

"Wait - I was kidding. Was that really what you came to do?" you asked incredulously, a surprised open-mouthed smile spreading across your face.

"Yeah, but shh, don't tell her!" Steve whispered.

"You'll understand when you get a taste of her homemade cranberry sauce... It's so good," Bucky added, his eyes rolling back blissfully as he daydreamt about it.

"Ah, so it's you two that got me kicked out of the kitchen just now."

"Not just us! Thor's a lot more obvious about it, but he does it too!" Steve retorted.

"Yeah, and Bruce and Tony are right there with us. You should see how Tony gets about Wanda's tiramisu."

You laughed, shaking your head. "I'll take your word for it. I'm gonna go eat my breakfast now - I'll see you guys later?"

The super soldiers bade you farewell as they continued on their way to the fitness room, forgoing their kitchen pitstop. You knew you'd see them creeping in there later.

By midday, the energy throughout the tower was sparking with excitement for the evening. With Wanda immersed in her cooking, you were able to slip back inside, assuring her you were only there to watch and keep them company. She nearly booted you out again, but Nat interjected, promising to keep an eye on you with a wink.

"Where's Vision and Sam?" you asked.

"Sam will be joining us shortly. Vis went to pick up milk - apparently we ran out this morning," Wanda griped as she dug around in the cabinet, pulling out a large pan and setting it on the stovetop.

"Thor enjoys a bit of milk with his morning Pop-tarts," Nat clarified when she saw your confounded expression. You chuckled, imagining the giant stein he typically drank beer from filled to the brim with milk.

"Natasha you're looking lovely today, as always."

"Oh, here we go." Nat rolled her eyes, a slight grin pulling at her lips as Tony swanned into the kitchen. His jaw went slightly slack in an expression of mock indignance, holding a hand to his chest.

"Ouch. I thought you liked me, Romanoff."

"Conditionally."

"You boys need to keep your hands out of the food," Wanda chastised from her place in front of the stove.

"Boys?" you asked in confusion, glancing over toward Wanda to find Steve and Bucky had also since meandered into the kitchen and were eyeing the fresh baked bread.

"Damn she's good," Steve muttered, turning away from the bread with his hands up in surrender. "Do you have eyes in the back of your head or something?"

"I have to if I'm going to keep you boys out of my appetizers before we even make it to 3 o'clock," Wanda retorted, turning to wag her spoon at the super soldiers.

"Oh, so it's just the appetizers that are off limits?" Tony quipped, looking Natasha in the eye as he backed toward the desserts that had been set out to cool. Nat stepped forward and swatted his hand away from the tiramisu with a sharp slapping sound. Tony winced. "Ow, no need to make things violent!"

"Yeah, we just want a little taste." Bucky paced carefully over to the long kitchen island where the cranberry sauce sat in a glass bowl. Before he could reach over to dip his finger into the mixture, Nat had slapped his hand away as well. He shook his hand with a grunt. "Yeouch, what the hell? What are you, the kitchen police or something?"

"Hmm. I kind of like the sound of that, actually," she responded with a smirk. "What do you think, Wanda?"

"Please. Anything to keep these boys out of my hair."

Tony began to chuckle in amusement, striding over to Nat as she turned to face the source of the sound. He straightened his posture and stood only inches in front of her, a clear effort to intimidate. "You think we're scared of you, Romanoff?"

"You should be."

Behind her, Bucky took advantage of Nat's distraction to reach for the bowl of cranberry sauce once again, this time with his metal arm. She whipped around suddenly to face him, her hand closing around his vibranium wrist just inches from the bowl. Bucky flashed her a cheeky grin.

"You think you're tough enough to hold me back?" he asked amusedly. Nat cocked her head, pursing her lips together.

"I don't have to be." She abruptly released his wrist and in the same motion shot her hand toward his side, wriggling her fingers into his ribs.

"HA-hehey!" Bucky stumbled sideways away from her tickling fingers, his eyebrows raised in surprise. "That's not fair!"

"Oh? What's the matter, tough guy?" she teased, moving closer to him and throwing random ticklish pinches and pokes at his side and belly as she evaded his flailing arm. "You finished trying to steal food?"

"What, you think you can just- HEHEY!" Bucky folded in on himself as she latched both hands onto his sides and squeezed rapidly, holding his own hands out protectively as he backed away. "Ohokay! You wihin!"

"Pshh... hope none of our enemies figure out the big bad Winter Soldier can be done in with just a little tickling," Tony quipped. Nat whirled around to face him once again, her eyes sparkling with a mischievous light.

"Look who's talking, Stark." She lunged toward him and dug both hands into his abdomen. He doubled over with a bark of a laugh, wrapping his arms around his torso and twisting to face away from the assassin.

"Ack- alright, alrihihight!!" Dodging Nat's continued prodding at his sides, he pranced a few feet away to put some distance between the pair of them. "Damn you're ruthless!"

"Oh please. That was nothing." Nat smirked, wiggling her fingers in the air toward the cowering billionaire. "Try messing with me again - see where it gets you."

"No thank you, ma'am."

Nodding approvingly, she turned to look at Steve warningly. He held his hands up in the air and took a few extra steps back from the counter.

"My hands are clean," he declared quickly.

"Alright, then. Out. All of you." She waved her hands to shoo them toward the door, grinning as the three men sulked their way out of the kitchen. As they reached the door, it opened, and Sam entered to find the sullen men standing in front of him.

"What'd I miss?" he inquired with an entertained smirk.

"The warden has banished us from the kitchen," Tony offered in explanation, holding the door open for Steve and Bucky to walk out. Sam chuckled, heading over to Nat to ask what had really happened.

"Pssst!"

You glanced over at the door where the whispering had come from, tilting your head quizzically at Tony, who was still peering through the crack of the door as he held it propped slightly open. He motioned for you to come closer with a wave of his hand.

With a quick peek over at Nat, who had returned to her side dish duties while chatting with Sam about his 'bone-headed friends,' you snuck over to the door and slipped out into the hallway, shutting it behind yourself.

"What's up?" you asked curiously, eyes darting between the three men.

"You've gained the warden's favor, right?" Tony inquired.

"Uh, yeah. Because I don't steal food."

"Ok, but - hear us out - what if you did?" Bucky asked eagerly. You threw your head back and laughed, keeping your voice down so they couldn't hear you fraternizing with the enemy from inside the kitchen.

"Why in hell would I do that? I saw where it got you three."

Steve stepped forward, slipping in beside you and wrapping an arm around your shoulders. "Think of it as... a training exercise opportunity. You'll be like a double-agent."

Tony snapped his fingers, pointing excitedly at Steve. "Yes. I like it. Espionage. Sneak past the assassin's defenses to claim the prize."

"Uh... yeah, I don't think so. I'm gonna need to know what's actually in it for me," you deadpanned, shrugging Steve's arm off.

"Isn't the knowledge that you're helping a friend reward enough?" Bucky chided. You flashed him a skeptical glare. "Oh, alright... How about we take your kitchen cleaning duties for a month?"

"Hmm... alright, keep talking," you nodded, motioning for him to continue.

"Ok - and I'll... I'll get you that new laptop you've been browsing the web for for months," Tony added. Steve shot him a puzzled look, leaning over to whisper in his ear.

"Didn't you already get that for a gift for the holidays?" you heard Steve mutter. Tony hushed him with a finger to his lips.

"Why are you guys so desperate to get a taste before we eat dinner in... oh, I don't know... an hour?" you asked with a laugh, glancing at your watch.

"You've clearly never tried the tiramisu," Tony countered.

"The bread is like... a warm cloud of yeast and deliciousness," Bucky added, making you snort.

"Alright, alright... take my kitchen duty for a month, and I'll grab ONE THING for each of you."

You knew you were going to regret it, but you also hated cleaning the kitchen. Plus, you were a trained spy. This should be a walk in the park for you to sneak around your teammates.

Quietly, you slipped back into the kitchen with a mental list of what the juvenile men were asking for. Nat turned and gave you a wary look. To throw off suspicion, you didn’t wait for her to ask before providing your own explanation.

"They won’t be bothering us anymore - I made sure of that."

Her mouth curled up into a sly grin. "Great. Thanks."

You nodded affirmatively, wandering casually into the kitchen closer to the counters. "Do they do this every year?" you asked, making friendly conversation as you gradually made your way toward the loaf of bread on the far side of the kitchen.

"Oh, absolutely," Nat responded, returning her attention to the cutting board in front of her where she was slicing fruit for a fruit salad. Eyes flitting down for only a second, you leaned casually against the kitchen island, hand resting atop a stray napkin that you subtly crumbled up into your hand to hide it from view.

"You should have seen the year Clint tried to crawl into the kitchen through the vents to snag one of Vis's famous chocolate chip cookies," Wanda added, chuckling at the memory.

"Wait, seriously?" you asked in awe, taking a couple slow, natural steps backward to stand beside the bread. Your eyes didn't leave Nat as you positioned yourself between her line of sight and the loaf of bread.

"That's right!" Nat recalled, her eyes lighting up with amusement. "That was the year Thor let him have a sip of Asgardian mead."

"Oh-ho damn! I wish I'd been here to see that," Sam lamented.

"Oh you'd have died laughing," Nat assured, "He ended up falling through one of the vents into Loki's bedroom before he made it to the kitchen."

"That's right!! And Loki blasted him through his door with his magic out of shock."

You laughed, leaning backward against the counter behind you and throwing your head back theatrically while slipping your hand into the bread basket. With two slices in hand, one for each of the two hungry super soldiers, you wrapped them swiftly in the napkin and slid them into the front pocket of your hooded sweatshirt.

"How about the year after that, when Tony sent one of his suits in to steal food for him?" Wanda recollected.

"Oh, now that one I remember," Sam interjected. "Let me tell you - I've never been more impressed than when I watched you take control of that suit and send it after Stark!"

"What can I say?" Wanda shrugged, turning to flash a sly grin at Sam. "I have a talent for revenge."

You meandered back across the room to complete the hardest task in this mission, only partially listening as you worked out your plan of attack in your mind. Of course Tony, being the diva that he was, wanted the most difficult item in the room to steal - both from a transport perspective (tiramisu tended to be messy, after all) and a proximity-to-danger perspective. The plate rested only a few feet away from where Nat stood, now mixing the sliced fruit in a large bowl on the kitchen counter.

Knowing you'd need an excuse to duck out swiftly once you had your hands on a piece, you had to think quickly. And the opportunity presented itself perfectly.

"Sam - have you seen Vision?" Wand asked suddenly. "He said he was going to be right back with the gallon of milk from the store."

"Mm... nope, haven't seen the red dude anywhere."

"I can go see if I can find him," you offered. "You guys are busy cooking, I'll hunt him down."

You took one last glance at the assassin, confirming her attention was focused on the fruit salad before snatching up a slice of tiramisu in your hand and holding it out of Nat's line of sight on your way to the door. Careful not to rush and bring suspicion upon yourself, you made it to the hallway and shut the door gently behind you.

The three men stood waiting with hungry eyes and watering mouths, cheering quietly when you pulled the napkin-wrapped bread out of your pocket and passed out the goodies to their respective heroes.

"I hope your hands are clean," Tony quipped as he took the slice of tiramisu from you. You rolled your eyes.

"Such a diva."

"Hmmpf?? Effskuse mheh?" he spat in response, mouth already full of tiramisu.

"Ew. Chew with your mouth closed, dude." You passed the bread slices to Steve and Bucky, wiping your hands clean on your sweatshirt. "Alright, I've got to go find Vision like I promised, so..."

"Find me?"

You barely prevented a loud curse from bursting out of your mouth as you spun around to find Vision standing behind you in the hallway, gallon of milk in hand.

"Oh, there you are! Wanda's been waiting for you!" you exclaimed animatedly, reaching out to take hold of Vision's elbow in an effort to briskly lead him back into the kitchen before he had time to process what was happening. Just before your hand closed around his arm, his free hand shot up to grasp your wrist, causing you to squeak in surprise. "Vision, what are you-"

"Were you stealing food from the kitchen?" he asked calmly, turning your wrist over to gaze at the palm of your hand. You hadn't realized there was still chocolate powder on your fingers from the tiramisu.

"I- er-"

"I knew it."

Vision released your wrist as you whirled around to face the source of the voice, heart leaping into your throat as you locked eyes with none other than Natasha. She stood with her arms folded sternly across her chest, chin tilted down slightly as her gaze pierced into your soul.

"Heh... hehey, Nat!" you chuckled nervously, your eyes darting anxiously to the three men who had gotten you into this mess for assistance.

The nerve - they stood there silently, munching on their stolen goodies from the kitchen, grinning in amusement at your predicament.

"We trusted you, you know." Nat took a step toward you, and you took a matching step back.

"It wasn't my fault! They begged me to do it! I was coerced!"

"Pfft- did not!" Bucky argued. "You caved the moment we said we'd take cleaning duty for you."

"Really?" Nat deadpanned, drawing your gaze back toward her. She waved a hand out to gesticulate toward the three men you'd aided and abetted. "You sold out?"

"Well... when you put it that way, it sounds terrible."

"Because it is." She laughed through her nose once, shaking her head pityingly at you. "You'd better run."

She didn't have to suggest it twice. You pivoted on your heel and bolted down the hallway, trying to put as much distance as possible between yourself and the assassin. The pounding footsteps behind you told you Nat was hot on your heels. In an effort to throw her off your trail, you suddenly changed direction and darted down a side hallway, diving inside the common room before she reached the corner to see where you'd gone. Now you just had to find somewhere to hide-

"Oof!"

The floor rushed up to meet you as Nat tackled you from behind, knocking you face-down onto the ground. Normally you could put up a fight in your sparring matches, but she had the element of surprise on her side, taking advantage of it to make quick work of pinning your wrists to your back and pressing them down with her knee. The moment she had you immobilized, her fingers were digging into your sides.

"Pffft- Nahahat!! Whahat the hell!?" you growled through giggles.

"You knew this was coming, you saw what happened to the boys." Her fingers were swift, darting up and down your sides and ribs and making you twist and squirm helplessly.

"Thihis is WAHAY worse thahan you got them!"

"Mmhmm. The punishment fits the crime."

You turned your head to look toward the doorway when you heard three more sets of footsteps approaching, shrieking in protest as Nat wriggled her fingers underneath you to target your belly. Two grinning super soldiers and one smirking scientist stood watching your torment, still snacking on their stolen goods.

"HEHEY! Yohou guys cohould HEHELP ME yohou know!!" you cried, pulling at your arms to try to free them from beneath Nat's knee.

"And get in between the warden and her prisoner? We do have some sense of self-preservation, you know," Tony quipped.

"YOHOU GOT MEHE IN TROUBLE!!"

"Mm, Nat, you're not doing a good enough job punishing them, they're still talking," Bucky commented casually, popping the last bite of bread in his mouth.

"Might want to try somewhere else," Steve concurred. "I'd suggest the feet."

"STEHEVE!!"

"Excellent idea." Nat expertly twisted around to face your feet, planting her weight on your legs and freeing your wrists in the process. Not that it made any difference, considering you couldn't reach behind yourself to stop her from skittering her nails against the soles of your socked feet.

"PSSHAHA NOHO!!" you laughed loudly, kicking out to shake her hands off. A swift press of her shin against your calves immobilized your legs, allowing her to continue her ticklish assault unhindered.

"You should know by now not to mess with me," she chastised teasingly, pausing to scratch at a spot just above your heels that made your laughter turn squeaky. The guys in the doorway chuckled, and you used your newly freed arms to reach out and make an obscene gesture at the three of them.

"Wooooah... definitely not helping you now, kitchen bandit," Tony declared.

"Ohoh, ahas if yohou WOHOULD have ANYWAHAY!"

"Ehh... yeah, you're probably right."

"Well, I've seen enough - let's get ready to sit down for dinner," Steve suggested, turning to head down the hallway.

"Sounds good. Hey, Nat-" Bucky called on his way out, "- you should try the backs of the knees next."

Your eyes widened. "BUCKY!"

"Hmm, sounds like your suggestion has some merit," Nat agreed, keeping her shin pressed against your calves as she scratched at the taut skin along the backs of your knees through the material of your pants. You let out a screech in protest, twisting your torso to try to reach further behind yourself and catch her hands.

"NAHAHAT PLEHEASE!!"

"Do you regret stealing from under my nose now?"

"YEHEHES!! GOHOD YES I-HI'M SOHORRY!!"

"Good." With a few more ticklish scratches at your knees, she finally relented in her attack, scooting back to release you. You rolled onto your back, holding your aching abdominal muscles with your hands as you caught your breath. Nat held out a hand, grasping your forearm to help you sit up.

"Remind me never to try to sneak around when you're in charge of the kitchen," you coughed.

"Oh, I'm not in charge. That's definitely Maximoff."

"True. But you're... what did Tony call you? The 'kitchen warden,'" you chuckled. "Speaking of... are you seriously gonna let them get away with eating some of the food before dinner?"

"You brought it to them," she stated flatly.

"Uh, yeah, but they ate it. Plus, they threw me under the bus. I think that deserves some payback, don't you?"

Nat's lips curled into a smirk, her eyes sparkling. "Alright. You've convinced me."

"Yes!" you cheered, leaping to your feet. "Hey, Bucky! Steve! Tony! Where'd you go? You forgot something!"

With Nat by your side, it didn't take long to track them down. Those naïve boys had returned to the scene of the crime, where Wanda was scolding them as they ogled the apple pie. Sam was very clearly remaining neutral in all this, keeping his head down and working diligently on his jambalaya, which left Wanda fighting off three hungry superheroes with little assistance from Vision.

"Hey Wanda!"

She spun around to face you when she heard Nat's call, along with all three of the men, who stopped dead in their tracks when they realized who it was.

"Want to help us get revenge?" you asked with an impish grin. Her face broke out into a smirk as she turned to Vision, handing him the spoon in her hand she was using to stir with.

"Keep stirring this, would you Vis? I've got some business to attend to."

"Certainly, Wanda dear."

With Vision having taken over, she turned to face Tony, Steve, and Bucky, her hands already glowing red. You could swear that even her eyes had a tinge of crimson in the irises. As you and Nat advanced along with Wanda toward the criminals, they began to step backwards with wide eyes.

"Wait-"

"Hang on-"

"Oh... you'd better run, boys," you warned with a smirk.

And so they did. They couldn't evade the three of you for long, however - while they were fast, you were all skilled. And once you caught up, you got your payback.

Revenge was sweet. Even sweeter than that damn tiramisu.

[fluffymcu]

Letting Loose

Part EIGHTEEN

This series is TICKLE related.

Series Summary:  You’re the little sister of the one and only Captain America. You’re also the youngest girl on the team, so that automatically makes you the avengers’ little princess. And they spoil you as such. They have become your amazing family and you don’t know where you’d be without them. This series will show random adventures and fluffy events in the daily life of the reader and her family, along with an unexpected turn later on as you read.

A/N: I’m so excited to be writing this series! This is my first time writing one and I’m a bit nervous but I hope it all goes well. :)  Hope you enjoy!

Word count: 1,962

It’s been a few weeks since the outdoor movie night. You were looking around in the kitchen for something to eat when you heard Sam make cooing noises from his place on the couch. You turned to see him flipping through a small book. You walked up to him to see what he was doing.

“What are you doing?” you asked. He looked up from the book and smiled.

“Just lookin’ at your baby pictures.” He said. 2 or 3 of them were from the 40’s that Steve had in his uniform pockets while he was looking for you when you were kidnapped by HYDRA. Others were pictures that Steve took of you during the year that you lived in an apartment when you were 5 or 6. The rest were pics that the team took of you as you were growing up after you moved to the tower then the compound.

“Aww, look at you here.” Sam said, pointing to a picture of you with cake on your face. You internally cringed. “So adorable! With your little bows and everything.” He chuckled. You rolled your eyes.

“I’m not adorable Sam.” You said.

“Oh, so you think you’re grown now? That you're not adorable anymore?” Sam asked amused, raising an eyebrow at you. You pursed your lips and crossed your arms.

“I may not be grown but I’m not adorable.” You sass. Sam chuckled at that.

“Well I have proof right in this book that says otherwise. Look .“ he smirked, flipping through many pictures or tea parties, days in the pool, the team playing dress up with you, and much more. Through them all, Sam was cooing the while time. You groaned and covered your face in mild frustration. You flopped down on the couch and sat there with your arms crossed. Sam didn’t pay you any mind at your little attitude and just kept looking through the book.

Bucky walked in at that moment and noticed your body language. “What's y/n so worked up about?” he asked Sam. “I mean, I know she’s talking to you and that’s enough to make anyone upset but is there any other reason?” he said, smirking a bit when Sam rolled his eyes.

“Little y/n here is getting all blushy because I keep calling her adorable.” He says, going the extra mile and pinching your cheek. You whined and leaned way from his touch.

“I am not!” you could feel your face heat up. Bucky chuckles.

“Aww this is what you're cranky about? You are adorable! Look at these pictures of when you were a baby; just precious!” he says, taking the book from Sam. You growled and slumped down further on the couch. And so begins the endless teasing session.

“Look she's pouting. How cute. But as adorable as that is, I don’t know how I feel about having a pouty y/n. Buck?” Sam asked.

“Oh, absolutely not. We can’t have that! We love a happy girl!” You pout even more to show your annoyance.

“Nothing seems to work, Buck. What do you suggest we do?”

“Well, I suggest we do the thing that always makes her smile when she's pouty!” he smirked. Your eyes widened at that and you tried to make a run for it. Of course, the super soldier got to you before you could and thew you back on the couch. You were already giggling, your annoyed facade melted away. Nervousness overcame your senses as you realized not only Bucky is about to tickle you to pieces but Sam as well.

“Wahahait! Guhuhuys! I wont pout anymore I promise!!” you begged. Sam raised an eyebrow at you.

“But will you admit you're the most adorable thing ever?” he teased. You pursed your lips in a scowl.

“I'm not adorable!” you growled.

Bucky and Sam turned to face each other at the same time and nodded. “Denial.” They immediately pounced on you, eliciting loud and bubbly giggles. Bucky was wasting no time, drilling his fingers into your ribs while Sam was repeatedly squeezing up and down your thighs. You threw your head back as you laughed, keeping your arms pressed to your sides, even though it did nothing to stop the ticklish feeling.

“We can do this all day, y/n. We won’t stop until you admit it.” Bucky smirked, slipping his hands up further up to wiggle his hands under your arms. You yelped and erupted into high pitched laughter, kicking out your legs. Sam had gotten a hold of your ankle and was now scratching the soles of your feet, making you cackle. “Tickle tickle tickletickletickle! Aww look at that adorable smile!”

Your face was burning as you blushed and tried to cover your face with your hands. Bucky chortled and shook his head, lifting your shirt and blowing a long raspberry, tasing your sides at the same time. You shrieked and shot your arms right back down. “I CAHAHANT BREHEHEATHE!” You cried, shaking your head side to side. It became clear then that they really weren’t going to stop until you gave in. “AHAHAHAA OKAHAHAY OKAHAY ILL SAY IHIHIT! EEH!” You squealed and fell right back into hysterics when Sam started to squeeze your knee.

“Well? On with it then.” Sam said, not letting up on his torture. Bucky smirked, tickling your waistline, making your giggles more desperate.

“Lehehet me go fihihirst.” You giggled.

“NOPE!” Bucky said, blowing another raspberry. You arched your back with a loud squeal and finally gave in.

“NOOOHOHO OKAY IM ADOHOHORABLE!” You cry, scrunching up your neck when Bucky feathers is fingers around your neck.

“Damn right. And you better not forget it.” Bucky said, pointing a finger at you warningly. You blushed and turned on your belly to hide your face.

“Okay, yes, I get it.” You whine feigning annoyance. Bucky and Sam shook their heads at you fondly and left, leaving you to rest on the couch. You didn’t even realize you had fallen asleep until you woke up to the soft chatter of the team in the kitchen. You hadn’t opened your eyes yet and were still half asleep but you could tell you were covered by a blanket. Someone must have put it on you when you were asleep. 

You stirred a bit and woke up a little more at the sound of chuckling and you sat up on the couch. You had wrinkle marks on the side of your face that was on the couch and you turned to see the team gathered around the island, having a conversation. Bucky has the first one to turn and see you, smiling and winking at you. You giggled, drawing the attention of the other team members. Steve smirked at your sleepy look and put a hand on his hip. “Look who finally woke up.”

“How was your nap, Sleeping Beauty?” Tony teased, taking a sip of his coffee.

You giggled again and fell back onto the couch to cover your blush with the blanket. “What are you guys talking about.” You asked, your voice muffled a bit. Steve walked over and sat on the couch next to you, lifting up your legs to sit. 

“We’re trying to see where we wanna go to eat. There’s a nice new Wing place a few minutes out of Town Square. Think you’d like that?” He asked, rubbing up and down your legs comfortingly. You nodded with lazy smile. 

“Alright, it’s decided then. Everyone get ready, we leave in 20.” Tony said, clapping his hands once. You got up and headed to your room to change. 

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You had all just gotten seated at a table after waiting for a bit. The place was still new so there were many people there wanting to try it out. You sat next to Wanda and Bruce and across from Peter and Steve. Nat was sitting next to him. As you all were waiting for your food, you looked up to see Steve sit back and wrap an arm around Nat’s chair, kinda on her shoulders while Nat scooted closer with a small smile.

You grin to yourself and dig in your food when it arrives, making a note to yourself to tease Nat about it later.

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You got home and followed Nat around all the way to her room, without saying a word until you closed the door behind you.

“So...? You and Steve have been getting pretty close, huh?” You asked, bumping her with your elbow and smiling smugly.

“What makes you say that?” She said, folding the rest of her laundry and obviously trying to play dumb. You rolled your eyes playfully and scoffed. 

“Oh come on, don’t act like you don’t know. I think you should tell him and the team already; that you officially like him.”

“And why should I feel the need to do that yet?”

“Because... if you don’t tell him, I will.” Of course you were joking, you would never reveal a secret like that to someone. You turned on your heel and went for her bedroom door. “Oh, steeeeve!” You sang. 

You didn’t expect Nat to quickly come up behind you and stick her hands under your arms. You immediately clamped up and fell to the floor in a fit of laughter. “Y/n don’t you dare-I will stuff you in my closet and keep you hostage if you tell him.” She playfully growled, following you to the ground and wrapping herself around you like a koala and tickling your sides. You were in hysterics.

“OKAHAHAHAY I WONT TELL HIM!” You cried. You were basically trapped in her hold and could do nothing but laugh your heart out. She dug her nails in between your ribs, making you cackle and arch your back.

“Promise?” She smirked, pinching mischeviously at your hip bones.

“YEHEHES, I WOULD NEVEHEHEHER!” After that, she let you go from the hold and you sprawled out on the floor, panting. Nat smirked at your exhausted state.

“Good.” She hummed. She stood up and leaned against the bed, her lips pursing a bit as she gulped. “So... how do you feel about it?” She asks a little more serious now.

You sat up on the floor and raised your eyebrows at her. “Seriously? I ship you guys so hard.” You chuckle. “If I’m being honest, I was rooting for you guys since... years ago.” You chortled. “I really hope you guys become a thing in the future. Just know I’ll always be your #1 supporter.” 

Nat smiles at that, pulling you into a hug. “Thank you y/n. That means a lot. Really. I don’t know what would be possible of us if you didn’t support a relationship between us. Maybe now we actually have a chance.” She says. 

“Of course!” You smile and return the hug. 

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Tonight was Movie night with the team and you were snuggled up to Thor and Bucky. You smiled to yourself and leaned your head on Thor’s shoulder. You looked around to see everyone on the couches, sitting net to each other nd having their snacks with smiles on their faces. Right then, you had a moment where you became aware of the life you had. You had an amazing family that loved you so much and you loved them back. You wouldn’t trade it for anything in the world. You glanced over at Ruby Anne to see her sitting net to her dad. You couldn’t wait until Ruby started to feel the same feeling you feel about your family now. You sighed happily, resting your head back on his shoulder.

  “Goodnight. Love you guys.” You sighed before closing your eyes. The rest of the team smiled at you and bid you goodnight as well. 

“We love you too y/n/n.”

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I hope you all enjoyed the series! this was really amazing and stressful and fun and interesting to write and although some of these chapters may not be that good, just know I put my heart and soul into this series and I was really happy to share it with you guys. <3 

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[buckyalpine]

Secrets

18+ minors dni 

Bucky x Nat’s sister reader 

For some reason I can’t find the request in my asks :( but the ask wanted a Bucky x nat sister fic with some secret dating. I made it a little more fluffy than angsty, please let me know if you imagined it differently! 

Warnings: Flufffffff, implied smut, angstt 

Word count: 2.5k 

5

You sliced through the final guard’s neck, sprinting for the exit. You only had a small window to get out there was about 100 meters to the exit. You saw the flash of a redhead dash down the opposite side of the hallway, you were almost free.

4

You sprinted down the hall, red lights flaring and flooding the halls as the alarms blared through the base.  50 meters.

3

Smoke filled the base, clouding your vision and filling your lungs. You smirked, holding your breath with ease as you continued to run down the hall, anticipating the turns and doors; you could have done this with a blind fold on. She made it beside you, the both of you making your way towards the steel doors. 10 meters.

2

You kicked the doors open, making your way to the endless forest without looking back, the sounds of destruction crashing behind you. Your muscles burned as you pushed yourself to run faster, you were almost in the clear.

1

You let out the breath you were holding, watching the Hydra base go up in flames. You hissed, forcefully tearing out the chip they implanted into your arm. You looked over to your sister, the light returning to her eyes after years, finally having you back in her arms. Her sweet baby sister. She finally had you back. You’d never let them control you again.

*****

“Wake up baby girl” Bucky whispered against your skin, waking you up with soft kisses. He knew he was being selfish but he couldn’t help it. He couldn’t wait for you to wake up, wanting to look into your bright eyes and hear your sweet voice. Your eyes peeked open to see your sweet boyfriend pouting at you, his face lighting up when you yawned, stretching in his hold.

“Good Morning doll” you giggled as he rolled on top of you, trapping you under him. He showered you with kisses all over your face before nuzzling his face into your neck, rubbing his beard on your skin where you were ticklish.  You squealed feeling his stubble graze on you, squirming and wiggling under his hold while he grinned, nuzzling into your neck even more.

He loved his mornings with you. Just you and him. You didn’t have to stand apart or pretend the other didn’t exist. You could be as close as you wanted, bare skin pressed together, nothing separating you, feeling each other, loving each other.

“I have to go soon bubba” You smiled softly at him, not wanting to leave the warmth of his arms at all.

“Noo” Bucky whined, holding onto you tighter, “5 more minutes, please? Please doll?”

You sighed, playing with Bucky’s hair, soaking up the last few moments with your boyfriend before you had to pretend you hardly knew him. No one on the team knew you and Bucky were together, other than your sister.

It didn’t matter than you were no longer a part of Hydra. It didn’t matter that you didn’t take part if any of those things willingly. It didn’t matter than Nat was your sister. SHEILD had been hell-bent on keeping an eye on you, and an even closer eye Bucky. They saw you as a monster. They saw him as a monster. They didn’t want anyone from Hydra working together, even though you had both had your freedom stripped from you.

Hydra had held you captive for longer than Nat. You had been sent on more missions. You had collected hundreds of files for them, all while under their control. You had been brainwashed for years. After Nat escaped the Red Room, she fought to rescue you, all she wanted was her little sister back. SHIELD jumped at the chance to have another assassin on the team, forcing you to pick between joining the Avengers or spending your life on the Raft. They didn’t trust you. They still didn’t trust Bucky. They made it their mission to keep you both apart, constantly monitoring your every movement so you wouldn’t get close.

You were rarely allowed on missions together; fearing that if you paired off, your combined skill set would be too deadly to handle if you both turned on your team. There was some truth to that statement. Bucky was no longer the winter soldier but his still had all the skills from his training. His arm was stronger. He kept up with his ability to sharp shoot and move like a ghost if necessary. You were not enhanced but you had been trained to be just as deadly. Your moves were quick and calculated; a silent killer since you knew how to pinch nerves to make it impossible for your targets to make a sound. You were trained to in both hand to hand combat, knives being your favourite weapon.

There was too much risk sending you both out together unless it was necessary for the whole team to be involved. Of course, what no one knew was that one mission was all it took to get you and Bucky together.

3 years ago

The mission had gone south. You’d been fed wrong information, thanks to a number of hydra agents secretly operating in SHEILD. You were seething, a part of you almost laughing at the irony of how closely they had watched you and Bucky while letting double agents work in their building.

Tony and Steve were on the roof while Nat and Sam had covered the east wing. You panted, your body throbbing and exhausted as you threw your punches to disarm the guards. It felt like you had been fighting for hours, your focus and energy depleting. You felt his arms shove you out of the way, groaning as the knife plunged into his abdomen.

You nearly froze, watching the agent stab Bucky again, adrenaline surging through your body when you saw him fall to his knees. They could have hurt anyone else and of course it would have upset you but seeing them hurt him?

Bodies covered the floor within minutes.

****

“I want to see him” you demanded, not asking for permission but rather telling the doctor that was exactly what you were about to do.

“Agent Y/n, you’re not allowed-

“I am going to see him now”

“You’re not coming in between those two” Nat yawned, looking bored as she toyed with a knife, cocking an eyebrow at the doctor who nervously shuffled on his feet. “You’re not telling anyone about what you saw here just now” He nodded, quickly scurrying down the hall without looking back.

You slipped into Bucky’s room while Nat waited by the door; your heart breaking seeing him on the hospital bed. There had always been something between you both. You both trained at night when no one else was awake. Occasionally silently sparring, heated skin and smirks thrown at each other between hits. Deep groans and hearts stopping when your bodies were pressed against each other, straddling hips on the mat. That was as far as it ever went. You both wanted more but neither ever made a move, choosing to make riskier moves when you trained instead.

You quietly made your way over, carding your fingers through his short locks while he slept. Your eyes trailed down to his bandaged torso which covered his stitches. Your fingers ghosted over his skin, tears stinging your eyes, thinking about why he was here in the first place.

“You saved me” You whispered, sitting by Bucky’s side, carefully reaching out for his hand.  Bucky stirred, smiling softly and lacing his fingers with yours. His eyes fluttered open, sparkling when he saw you.

“I wanted to take you out on a date first” He smirked, hissing slightly when he tried to shift to be closer to you.

“I’d like that” you giggled, moving on the bed next to him, kissing his cheek, “as soon as you don’t have stitches Sergeant” Bucky hummed, resting his head on your shoulder, his hands playing with your fingers.

“You better not hurt her, I know where you sleep soldier” Nat smirked, poking her head in the room, giving Bucky a pointed look. He grinned back at her with an adorable blush on his face. He already knew it wouldn’t be easy; you were not even allowed on missions together, forget dating. It was worth it for you.

Present

“What do you think those two are going to do alone?”

The team sat together on the jet, having left wondering what you and Bucky would do alone at the compound, though it would probably be uneventful. You were quiet and often kept to yourself. Bucky was the exact same. You always smiled and nodded. He stared and grunted.

“Absolutely nothing. Have you met either of them?”

“Maybe cyborg will finally go on a date with that girl he told you about” Sam snorted, remembering Bucky whispering about some girl to Steve, refusing to tell anyone who he was talking about.

*****

“Keep your eyes closed for me baby”

“Buckyyy”

“Just trust me doll”

Bucky had laid a dress out for you, with a note, telling you to be ready by 8. You did you hair and makeup, slipping on your dress and heels. Your cheeks warmed up when your handsome boyfriend came to your room, dressed in all back, his hands covering your eyes as he lead you through he compound.

“Where are you taking me”

“Almost there baby” Bucky chuckled at how impatient you were, his heart racing as he carefully led you downstairs. “We’re here”

You gasped when Bucky let you open your eyes. The whole living room had been transformed. The lights were dimmed. Candles warmed the room. Roses sat in a vase on the dining table; petals decorating the floor. Two dinner plates and wine glasses had been set out, some of the furniture had been moved aside, just enough for him to dance with his favourite girl.  

“Do you like it doll?”

You wordlessly nodded, biting back tears, wrapping your arms around his waist. Not once had anyone ever done something so sweet for you.

“You did all this for me?” You whispered, looking up at him. His thumbs brushed your tears away, placing a soft kiss on your lips.

“We’ve never gone out on a proper date. I wanted to do something nice for our anniversary” Bucky blushed, taking your hand in his, kissing your palm.  “You deserve it all y/n”

You didn’t bother with your place at the table, happily sitting in Bucky’s lap while you ate. His hand was splayed on your hip, feeding you and kissing you in between sips of wine, he was going to soak up every minute he had with you before the team got back.

“Dance with me angel?” He gave you a boyish grin, holding his hand out. You giggled, nodding and taking his hand while FRIDAY played the playlist of songs Bucky had put together.

“My pretty baby” Bucky whispered, his forehead resting on yours. “You look beautiful tonight y/n”

“Not as beautiful as you Sergeant” Your hands rested on his chest, snaking up to rest around his neck. You pulled Bucky down to kiss you, his lips moving softly with yours. He twirled you, pulling you back for another kiss, letting his tongue slip between your lips.

“Doll…” Bucky groaned, his hands gripping onto you tighter “how’d I get so lucky”

You were both clearly in love with each other, your combined assassin and Hydra training going out the window when you were in each other’s arms. So much so, you hadn’t heard the jet land. You didn’t hear the footsteps approaching. You didn’t hear the combined gasps, until the lights were flicked all the way up, the team standing at the edge of the living room.

“What the hell”

“Oh my god”

“What the hell?!”

You squeaked, seeing the team stare at you and Bucky wide eyed, mouths gaping, aside from Nat who bit her lip to keep from giggling.

“What am I looking at” Sam blinked, looking around at the petals on the floor and the candles that had been laid out. “Someone explain”

Steve cocked an eyebrow looking at you both, Bucky had dropped a number of hints that he liked someone but he never outright said it was you. Your heart raced while they all stared at you, the last thing you wanted was for Bucky to get in trouble because of you. You pulled your hands away from him, stumbling over your words, wishing the earth would swallow you whole.

“We-um-I-

“She’s mine” Bucky stated, his arms wrapping around your waist protectively, daring anyone to tell him otherwise. “I love her”

“Yours huh” Tony wiggled his eyebrows, still not over the shock but he wasn’t mad at it. “How long has she been yours for”

“3 years” you mumbled, smiling shyly when you were met with aww’s and whistles.

“3 years?!! You hid this for 3 years?!”

“She had some help” Nat shrugged, throwing you a wink. You melted into Bucky’s hold, resting your head on his chest while the rest of the team continued to spiral.

“You knew?!” Tony stared at Nat while she smirked proudly. “You both wanna tell me what was taking place here”

“Wanted to give my girl a proper date” Bucky smiled down at you, not caring that he was blushing or that everyone knew. He would run to the ends of the earth to be with you. “Couldn’t really do much since we’re barely allowed to speak to each other”

“You could have just told me punk” Steve playfully rolled his eyes, though he understood why you had kept the relationship a secret.

“I guess you know now” You tired to smile but Tony sensed the anxiety in your voice. It’d only be a matter of time before others found out too “and…”

“and I’ll deal with SHIELD later” He gave you a pointed look that put some of your nerves at ease.

“Why don’t we let them have their night” Steve suggested while the rest of the team nodded, quietly making their way to their rooms. “Have fun you two”

“Y’know its kinda hot. Two assassins. Secretly banging” Nat smacked Tony’s head.

“That’s my sister” She hissed, while you giggled, clinging onto Bucky tighter.

“Well your sister and terminator make a good couple” Sam stated, like it was the most obvious thing in the world. You spent the rest of your evening dancing in Bucky’s arms, before spending the night in between the sheets. You fell apart for him over and over again, chanting his name before falling asleep in his arms, in complete bliss.

*****

“Good morning Angel” Bucky smiled down at you, hugging you tightly to his chest, refusing to let you go. “Stay with me? More than 5 minutes?” He gave you his best puppy pout, hoping you wouldn’t run off this morning. After all, everyone knew you were together now. You grinned, hitching your leg over his waist, cuddling him as close as you possibly could.

“I have all the time in the world for you soldier”

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[katethewriter]

Last Wish

Pairing: WandaNat x Barton!Reader, Clint Barton x Reader(siblings)

Words: 10k

Summary: Wanda has known grief, but not like this.

Warnings: angst, all of the angst, major character death, Vormir, survivor’s guilt, no happy ending, grief and mourning, please let me know if I missed one

A/N: this is the one I told you to grab tissues for. I'm not sorry, you were warned lol, it’s a long one, and I’m actually really proud of this one, so I hope you like it ☺️

NOW

Sunlight beams through the window, landing fully on Wanda’s face. She groans, wincing when the light burns her eyes.

A set of arms reach out and wrap around her waist. A smile stretches across her face as she lets herself be pulled back into the cocoon that she rolled out of sometime in the night. A trail of kisses is left by a familiar set of lips across her shoulder.

“Good morning, lyubov,” Natasha whispers into her ear.

The Sokovian rolls over to face her girlfriend, pressing a gentle kiss to her lips once they are face to face. “Good morning,” she bumps noses with the assassin.

The sound of a clearing throat comes from the other side of Natasha. “Good morning to you too,” you scoff sarcastically. “Where’s my good morning kiss?”

The two women giggle.

In less than a second, Natasha has scooped you up and switched spots with you. Now, with you settled between them, the Russian playfully raises an eyebrow, “I woke you up with good morning kisses.” She leans down to press her lips to yours to further prove her point.

“You may have, but there are those amongst us who refuse to do so,” you pout.

Grabbing your chin, Wanda guides you to look at her and smiles, “I am so sorry, my love. Please accept my deepest apologies. Allow me to remedy the situation.”

The kiss she gives you is soft and slow and thorough. By the time she lets you come up for air, you feel dizzy and completely under her spell.

“Good morning, my beautiful detka,” Wanda gazes down at you, eyes full of adoration, “was my apology to your satisfaction?”

Smiling giddy, you reply, “I think it will do.”

As soon as the words leave your mouth, a grumbling sound comes from your stomach. Your girlfriends laugh as you attempt to cover your face.

“Well, I guess we know Y/n’s hungry,” Natasha teases. Her fingers dance across your ticklish sides.

Wanda watches happily but does not partake. She learned her lesson the time she tried to tickle you and ended up with a stray elbow to the stomach.

When Natasha finally gives you a break, Wanda leans down to kiss your head, “I will make us some breakfast.” She grabs Nat’s chin to kiss her as well before rolling off the bed.

The moment her bare toes meet the cold hard wood floor, an almost electric pulse runs up her body, and everything goes black.

The witch jolts awake in an empty bed and cold sheets. She peers at her surroundings reminding herself where she is…

The bedroom of a cabin in the middle of nowhere, completely alone.

She cries, lying there contemplating the series of events that led her here. The downfall of her relationship.

One lover gone from Wanda’s life, while the other is just gone.

Both made the choice to leave her. After all that’s happened, all that she has said and done, the guilt weighs heavy on the witch, but she can make it right. She can fix it.

Wanda walks through the rows of trees, trimming along the way. You had planted them before you left.

The three of you chose this place because it was beautiful. You wanted somewhere beautiful to call home after your time as Avengers came to an end. But now, Wanda lives here alone.

Soft steps on the grass alert Wanda to the arrival of another.

“Apples?”

She turns to find Stephen Strange approaching. “Eventually,” she offers the small limb out for him to take.

The Doctor takes branch, bringing the flower to his nose to smell, “it smells…..”

“Sweet,” Wanda finishes, “but that’s not why you came.” She plucks the limb from his hand and turns to place it in a box with the others, “what are you here for?”

She suspects why he is here, but she needs to hear him say it.

Stephen slightly cocks his head to the side, “I just came to see how you are doing.”

The Sokovian turns to face him, “and why would you do that?”

“We’re friends. That’s what friends do.”

Wanda folds her arms, “We fight one purple titan together, and that makes us besties?” She adds a twinge of petulance to last word. “Come now, Stephen,” she continues her walk through the trees, “let’s discuss what you really came to discuss.”

The Sorcerer falls into step with the her with a sigh, “alright, we’ve detected a growth in dark energy congregating in this area. I do some investigating, and I end up here. You wouldn’t happen to know why, would you?”

“No, I wouldn’t have the slightest idea,” Wanda shakes her head, “I left the magic behind me.”

Stephen huffs, “so it seems.” He stops walking and lets Wanda get a few steps behind before she notices. “This magic you are meddling in, it is the kind to corrupt everything and everyone it touches,” he warns. “Whatever you are trying to do isn’t worth what could happen.”

“Why do you assume I am trying to do something?” Wanda takes a step closer to him. “The only thing I am trying to do is to find some peace in my life. After everything I have been through, don’t I at least deserve that?” The pain is ebbing again. The gaping hole in her life making itself known.

The Doctor retreats a step, “of course, you do, but destruction with dark magic won’t help you achieve it.”

“I have nothing left to destroy. Is there something else I can help you with?”

Stephen sighs. He knows this conversation is going nowhere. She isn’t ready to give it up, and he can’t convince her. The only thing he can do is continue to monitor the situation and pray he can intervene in time if necessary.

The Sorcerer opens a portal back to the sanctum. Before he walks through it, he turns one last time, “just don’t let it destroy you, Wanda. She wouldn’t want that.”

After he is gone, Wanda returns to the house and into the basement. Her eyes dance over the pages as she searches for a way to fix this mess. She reminds herself of her mission and repeats over and over to herself.

“I will get her back.”

THEN

A tear falls from your eye as you look out over the horizon. The floating red man’s words play on a loop in your head.

‘A soul for a soul.’

Your heart breaks at the thought of not getting to be there when Wanda returns. You think of Clint and his family, your family, how this will affect them.

But your soul grows angry at the thought of that purple giant winning. You fear the possibility of failing again, of everyone you love and half of the world remaining dead. You take a deep breath and step towards the edge of the cliff.

You are brought to a halt by an iron grasp on your arm pulling you back.

“Over my dead body,” Natasha looks you in the face. Your partner stares into your eyes as intensely.

“Natasha, if we don’t get that stone, billions of people stay dead. Wanda stays dead,” your voice cracks at the mention of her name. Your third that you both have missed desperately since the snap. “I can’t allow that.”

The widow places her hands on your shoulders to get your complete attention, “and I cannot allow you to do this.”

“You have to,” you shake your head sadly, “it has to be me. The team needs you. The world needs you. Wanda will need you.”

“You don’t think she’ll need you too?” Tears gather in her eyes, “Y/n, she loves you so much.”

“She loves you more.”

“NO,” the redhead denies firmly, “and what about Clint? How am I supposed to face him and tell him his baby sister is gone?”

A sad smile graces your lips, “he’ll have his best friend to help him through it.”

“You’re his best friend.”

You shake your head, denying her statement.

“It’ll be ok,” you pull her into your arms, “you’ll be ok. You and Wanda and everyone, you all will be ok.”

She cups your face, tears streaming down both of your cheeks, “we wouldn’t, ever.”

You bring her in to gently press your lips to hers. She deepens the kiss, and you both know what this means. This is goodbye. You can feel it.

Only question is who is leaving.

Pulling back, the two of you hold each other for the last time.

“I’m sorry,” you whisper.

In a second, you grab her wrist and spin her to cuff her hands behind her back. You knock her off her feet, and she crashes to the ground in a heap. The terror on her face nearly breaks you, but you steel yourself and dash for the edge.

You don’t even make it halfway before you collapse to the ground in pain. Reaching for the source, you eventually find and rip off a widow bite. Looking up you see Natasha nearing the cliff.

Out of desperation, you pull out your gun and hit her in the back of her calf. “I’m sorry,” you whisper, as you sprint the final distance to the edge.

You jump and wait for an impact that comes much sooner than you had predicted. Natasha’s body collides with yours midair, then you both slam into the side of the mountain. You cling to her as she nearly slips from your hands.

The two of you hang from the side of the mountain. You look up to see the wire that is firmly attached to your belt.

“Damn you,” you look back down to Natasha, “why did you do that?”

Her face is calm as she looks back up at you, “let me go.”

“NO!”

“Let me clear my ledger,” the widow asks.

“Your ledger is clean!” You try to reach for her with your other hand, but you fall short, “baby please, don’t do this.”

Natasha smiles, “Its ok.”

All you can do is shake your head.

“I love you,” she knows this is it. She waits for you to repeat it. When you don’t, she prompts you, “say it.”

“Natasha,” you whimper.

“Say it,” her voice cracks. She needs to hear it, “please.”

“I love you, Natasha.”

“I love you both so much,” your partner smiles, “tell Wanda. Take care of her.”

Your face screws in pain, but you nod, “I will.”

“I’m so sorry,” Natasha whispers, then she kicks away from the mountain and slips through your fingers.

“Did this actually work?”

The team looks around with smiles on their faces, but their celebration is interrupted by a bone chilling scream. They turn to the source and find your crumpled form on the ground.

No one needs to ask what happened or where’s Nat. They can all see the answer when you writhe in indescribable pain.

Natasha is gone.

NOW

The pages flip one after the other as Wanda continues to search the book for a way to bring her love back to her.

For months, all she has done is search for a solution. There must be one. How many times have they cheated death? She should have died all those years ago in Sokovia, but she didn’t. Steve was buried in ice for nearly 70 years, but he came back ready to fight. Bucky survived cryo-sleep and torture, but he’s still around. Hulk was missing for two years, presumed dead, playing gladiator on some ridiculous planet, but he came back. They all came back.

So there has to be a way, and Wanda won’t stop until she finds it.

She’s already scoured every book on Earth relating to magic and nonhuman abilities. Every scrap of classified information that the Avengers, former SHIELD files, and any other organization of this type she could find.

It is here that she was introduced to the multiverse. There’s an infinite number of alternate realities just floating around out there. There are realities where the team never fought Thanos, the snap never happened, Natasha never sacrificed herself on Vormir, and the three of you were still together.

Somewhere out there are universes where you’re all happy.

All she has to do is find a universe with her lost love still alive and bring her back to this one. The problem is crossing between the universes is impossible, at least for now.

She searches day and night for a way, and her searching led her to a magic book, the Darkhold. They call it the book of the damned. It’s made of dark magic, Wanda is well aware of that. It’s the means to an end and nothing more.

The Darkhold speaks of a Scarlet Witch that is powerful enough to rule or destroy the entire universe, but Wanda doesn’t want that. She just wants to get her love back.

She flips the page again, unaware of the way her fingers have begun to lose their normal coloring. Her eyes scan over the lines, and she halts.

Dreamwalking. A way in which one can enhabit the body of their alternate self, living in that universe while also remaining in their own.

This is it. A chance for her to access another universe, to find the one she needs.

The book floats in front of Wanda as she sits on the ground. With a wave of her hand, she surrounds herself with a circle of candles. Her hands and eyes glow red as she reads the words out into the air. Red wisps stretch out all around.

Wanda blinks twice slowly before actually closing her eyes and slowly rising from the ground.

She is sent through a network of sorts, almost a red tunnel. There’s a struggle. As if she has to remove an obstacle from her path. It’s difficult, but suddenly the fight is over. The tunnel seems to open and so do Wanda’s eyes.

Looking around, Wanda stands in a kitchen. There are crayon drawings on the fridge and colorful dishes in the sink. She’s wearing a black dress that shows a little more cleavage than she would normally.

Across the room, she spots a framed picture of herself, Natasha, and you. She approaches it to get a closer look. You’re all dressed in white, smiling ear to ear. The bottom of the frame reads: Mrs. & Mrs. & Mrs.

“We were so happy,” she whispers to herself, completely unaware that she has an audience.

“Everything ok, love?”

Wanda holds her breath at the sound of that melodic voice that she hasn’t heard in so long. She turns quickly and finds Natasha standing behind her. She’s wearing a very nice dress suit, and she looks amazing.

All Wanda can do is stare.

The Russian smirks in that way that makes Wanda’s insides turn to mush.

“What?” she approaches the younger woman. She wraps one arm around Wanda’s waist, while the other hand strokes her cheek, “what’s wrong?”

Wanda smiles and shakes her head. Nothing, absolutely nothing is wrong. She revels in Natasha’s touch, one she feared she would never feel again.

Natasha leans in to kiss her quickly.

“Peter just got here,” she says as she fixes Wanda’s lipstick. “The twins are begging him to let them stay up and play video games all night,” she chuckles. She wraps her arm Wanda once her makeup is fixed, “he probably will. Maybe we should have picked someone else babysit.”

The younger woman can barely pay attention to what she is saying. She is too busy staring. She watches those perfectly kissable lips open and close to form words. She gets lost in emerald eyes that she only gets to see in her dreams.

“…Detka sent me to find you. Are you ready?” Natasha finishes.

Wanda is brought out of her thoughts and quickly comprehends what was said. “Detka…” she whispers reverently.

As if on cue, your voice floats around the corner, “if we don’t get going soon, Tony will come personally escort us to this party.” Both of your wives turn to the doorway which you enter. You stop only a few feet into the room, taking in the sight of them still in each other’s arms with their faces only inches apart. “Am I interrupting?” you ask playfully.

Natasha laughs, while Wanda just takes in the sight of you. Just like them, you are dressed to the tens. You wear a long magenta dress that hugs you in all the right places. The slit that runs to your hip allows a delectable view of your right leg. Your hair is expertly pulled up, with small strands falling loose to frame your face perfectly. You look stunning, and she can’t take her eyes off of you.

Wanda is sure you’ve never looked more beautiful. Tears gather in her eyes, “you could never.”

You chuckle softly as she continues stare, “you look like you’ve seen a ghost. Do I look ok?” You look down your body to see if anything looks a miss, “is it the dress?”

“The dress is perfect,” Wanda interrupts, “you’re perfect.”

In an instant, everything is gone. She is sent back into the tunnel, fighting to get back through.

Wanda lands on the ground with a thud. “What?” she looks around wildly looking for her lovers, but she is alone.

“No,” she exclaims as she crawls over to the book that is now laying closed on the ground, “no, she was there! She was right there!”

Desperately, she opens it back up and tries to recite the words again. She has to get back. That was only a second. Wanda only got to be with her for a second. It wasn’t long enough.

She raises herself into the air again and is able to reach the network, but when she reaches the obstacle she is unable to fight through. Groaning, she lands on the ground again.

The other version of herself is resisting her. That’s the obstacle she can’t fight through. She isn’t strong enough, but she will be. Or she’ll just find a reality with a weaker Wanda.

Either way, she will see her love again.

THEN

Tree leaves rustle in the wind, and that is the only thing to be heard. The small group stands silent as the dirt is thrown back into the hole it came from.

There’s no service for Natasha. No gathering of people who fought beside her. Not like what they held for Tony. No.

All she gets is a handful of people and an empty casket. A stone that reads her name.

Natasha Romanoff

Daughter – Sister – Lover – Avenger

This was Clint’s idea, to help you and Wanda find some kind of closure. Somewhere to go to say goodbye, even if there is nothing to bury. You had agreed hoping he was right. That this would help, but it seems not.

Wanda hates it. She hates the stone, the casket, the idea that Natasha is really gone, and she’s not coming back. Wanda hates a lot of things these days, but who can blame her. She just lost the love of her life.

The two of you stand side by side, silent tears roll down your cheeks. You’ve stopped wiping them away along time ago. You’re breaking. You’ve been trying to stay strong for Wanda. That’s what Natasha asked you to do, but your strength is wearing thin.

The Sokovian wants nothing to do with you seemingly. She barely talks to you and when she does it is almost always some passive aggressive remark. Her resentment is apparent.

As the last shovel of dirt falls to the ground, you feel another pang of grief. The finality of your time with Natasha hitting you full force. You grab Wanda’s hand for support, but she snatches it from you.

The pieces of your heart break again, and it takes everything you have just to stay standing.

She walks away, leaving you there alone.

Alone. That’s all you feel now. The past two months have been spent sharing a house with the partner you still have, but you still feel entirely alone. Natasha had wanted you to come together, but all you’ve done is drift further and further apart.

Clint comes beside you, wrapping an arm around you.

“I shouldn’t be here.”

You brother looks at you with concern, “you have every right to be here, just like her. You loved Natasha too; you deserve to say a proper goodbye.”

“No Clint,” you can’t lift your eyes off the ground, “I shouldn’t be here. I shouldn’t have come back.”

“Don’t say that,” he turns you to face him straight on.

Your voice breaks, “Wanda thinks it. She won’t say it, but I know she thinks it’s my fault.”

“That’s not true.”

“It is!” you whisper yell, not wanting Wanda to hear you from where she stands a few yards away. “I don’t blame her. She needs Natasha, not me. But Nat’s not here, and that is all my fault.”

Clint grabs you by the shoulders, “no, it is not. It was that purple bastard. Natasha made a decision to bring Wanda and everyone back. She wanted you to be here for that.”

You shake your head and shrug sadly, “it doesn’t change the fact that the wrong person died on that mountain…. It should have been me.”

NOW

Audience laughter fills the bedroom as you, Natasha and Wanda lay on the bed watching I Love Lucy reruns.

Natasha leans against the headboard with Wanda’s back pulled flush to her front. You rest between their legs with your head in Wanda’s lap. She cradles you, gently stroking your cheek and playing with your hair. She nearly puts you to sleep.

Natasha’s arms wrap so tightly around her, she’s not sure where Natasha starts and she ends.

It’s perfect.

The only thing that would make it more perfect is if this reality belonged to her.

Wanda can feel the alternate version of herself fighting to regain control, but she is stronger now. She can hold her at bay while she basks in the presence of her lovers, surrounded by Natasha with you in her arms.

From somewhere, someone knocks on a door. Wanda waits, but when neither you nor Natasha react, she ignores it. When the sound pops up again without reaction from either of you, she knows the knocking is not from this reality. It’s from hers.

Mentally, Wanda groans. She doesn’t want to leave, not yet. She still hasn’t found a permanent solution for bringing back her girlfriend. Dream-walking is just a place holder. A nice distraction to get her through the long nights and keep from losing hope.

She leans her head back against Natasha’s shoulder to put this Wanda to sleep.

When she opens her eyes, she is back in the dark confines of the house she shares with no one. The runes she cast on the walls preserve the exterior from the destruction of the Darkhold, but she must quickly throw up a hex to disguise the interior as any other home.

The visitor knocks on the door again, and Wanda mutters under her breath, “I’m coming.”

When she opens the door, she finds quite possibly the last person she expected to see… well maybe the second to last.

“Clint,” she stands in the doorway, “I figured you never wanted to see me again.”

The archer shrugs stiffly, “Y/n asked me to check on you.”

Wanda hums quietly. Of course, you did. After everything she has done, you still thought about her first. He heart breaks all over again. She never deserved you.

The tension is thick in the air between them. He clenches his jaw. This is harder than he expected, after the way she treated you. He nods into the house, “may I?”

She stands aside, lifting an arm to invite him in. Her hex stands well. The house looks just as it did when you still lived here with her.

Clint looks around. He remembers the day he helped you move in. Smiling sadly, he lifts a photo of you and Natasha from a side table, “this is a good picture.”

“Yeah,” Wanda agrees. Her lips tremble.

He returns the frame to its place, “how have you been?”

She smiles tight lipped, “I’m staying busy. The trees are a lot of work.”

Its not a complete lie. They do require quite a bit of upkeep. You had cared for them before you left. Wanda wants to take care of them while you’re away. She just uses magic to do that. Then she can stay focused on her main task.

“I saw those. They’re looking good,” Clint nods. Small talk was never his specialty, but he just has to make sure she’s taking care of herself. “You take care of them all by yourself?”

“Did you really come all the way out here to talk about apple trees?” She is a bit over the pleasantries. He interrupted a very lovely dream-walk that she would love to get back to.

The archer straightens, “I came all the way out here because I love my sister.”

“and I don’t?” the witch asks curtly.

The archer pauses and considers his next words carefully. He relents with a sigh, “I never said that.” Whatever happened between you, you still loved Wanda with everything you had. As hard as it is, he wants to respect that. “She didn’t want you to be out here all alone.”

Wanda smiles genuinely this time, “you won’t have to worry about that much longer.”

Clint furrows his brow, tilting his head down, “what are you talking about?”

Wanda shakes her head with a sly smile, “wouldn’t you like to get your best friend back?”

It takes a few seconds for what she is implying to really sink into his brain, but when it does, deep concern floods his entire system.

“She is dead, Wanda,” he states flatly, “she’s gone forever.” His voice cracks as he forces the tears away.

“I’m gonna bring her back,” she whispers.

Clint shakes his head angrily, “it can’t be undone. It was an everlasting exchange. A soul for a soul-”

“I’m not talking about that damn mountain,” she yells. She takes menacing steps towards him, but your brother manages to stand his ground. “I am the most powerful magic wielder on the planet. There is a way to bring her back, and I will find it.” Red wisps begin to dance between her fingers.

He searches her eyes for the person he once knew, but he is fairly certain she is lost. “How do you plan on doing that?” he asks.

The witch takes a step back, shrugging nonchalantly, “with this.” Slowly she brings down the hex to reveal the Darkhold and all its destruction.

Clint looks around frantically, trying to find something he recognizes, but the only thing he can find is Wanda and even she has been corrupted nearly beyond recognition.

“What is this?” he asks exasperated, “dark magic?!”

“Chaos magic, it’s the way I’m going to bring her home,” Wanda stands resolute.

The archer looks to her incredulously, “you can’t be serious. Have you even thought about Nat?”

“I think about her every day. I’m doing this for her.”

“Nat wouldn’t want this!” he tries to break through to her.

“Natasha’s not here!” Wanda takes a deep breath to calm herself. She can’t let her anger take over. If she ever harmed your brother (accidentally or not), you would never forgive her for that. Then all of this would be for naught.

“I am going to bring her back,” she states leaving no room for doubt, “and once we’re all together again, maybe we’ll invite you over to visit.”

Clint shakes his head attempting to approach, to try and reason with her, but he is quickly swept out of the house by a red mist.

Wanda’s voice follows him out the door, “it was nice to see you again, Clinton.”

Once he is out of her house, she returns to the Darkhold, more determined than ever to find the permanent solution to her problem. There has to be a way to bring her love home to her, and she must not stop until she finds it. She can’t afford to waste any more time dream-walking.

“I’m going to bring you back, my love,” she promises, “don’t worry, I’m going to bring you back.”

THEN

The lump in your throat appears to be permanent at this point.

Reaching into the cardboard moving box, you pull out an old worn-out SHIELD hoodie.

It was Natasha’s.

Bringing it to your nose, you inhale deeply, filling your lungs with her scent. You clutch the garment tight to your chest, as if it could fill the ever-gaping hole in your chest.

Without a fight, you lose the battle against the tears. Sobs rock your body as the wounds of grief open wide again. This pain is never-ending. Everywhere you look you find something that reminds you of the fact that Natasha’s not here.

Everything hurts all of the time, and you don’t even have Wanda to help when it does.

You both moved into the house not long after the final battle, and the only boxes left to go through were the boxes of Natasha’s things. Wanda had been helping, but she only lasted about 5 minutes before storming out of the house.

She won’t cry in front of you. Because if she does, she knows you will comfort her and the last thing she wants is comfort from you. She still resents you even if she won’t say it. You know she feels it.

The front door slams, and you are startled from your tears. Quickly, you wipe your cheeks and stand to put the hoodie away. You listen as heavy footsteps make their way through the house until they reach the door of the walk-in closet.

You turn and before you can say anything, Wanda has captured you in her arms, pressing her lips against yours frantically. At first, you lean into the touch, kissing her back. You’re starving for any kind of touch since the dry spell that she has subjected you to.

This is what she does now. She inflicts radio silence with no physical contact, until something happens and she needs to feel something other than grief or anger.

Every time she does this, you know who she really wants. She tells you when she whispers her name in your ear.

..and every time the pain comes back tenfold.

Still, you give her this. You let her strip you and have her way with you because it means you at least have her for a short while. If this is what she needs, you give it to her. You wrap around her and hold her bare body to yours knowing full well in the morning she will act as though it never happened.

Today, however, you can’t. The tears are still drying on your cheeks. The pain in your chest drowns out anything you could possibly feel between your legs.

When she reaches for the hem of your shirt, you grab her hands, “no, Wanda.”

She tries to kiss you through your protest. She holds you tightly as you push her shoulders.

“Not now, Wanda, please,” you pull yourself away from her enough to step back.

“I need this,” Wanda steps towards you, reaching for your face.

Shaking your head, you back away again, “I need you.”

She rolls her eyes, “then stop pushing me away.”

“No, Wanda!” you wipe away the tears that threaten to fall, “I need you here, actually here. I can’t keep living like this.”

You walk out of the closet, and Wanda follows you into your bedroom. “I am trying to be here for you, to help you when you need me, but I am grieving too, and I need you to actually be here with me.”

“You’re grieving?” she scoffs, “you don’t know grief. I have lost everyone I ever loved. All I had left was you and Natasha. You knew that, and still, you let her die!”

You release a long sigh. Finally, here it is. The moment she finally says what she has been thinking for the last several months.

“No, I didn’t,” you deny, “I tried to take her place. I wanted to jump, but she beat me. I did not let her die! I fought her for it-“

“Not hard enough,” she interrupts, “yeah, you fought, but you made sure that it was you who came back with that stone.” Her accusation hits you in the chest, and you have to catch your breath for a second.

“You think I want to be here?” you ask incredulously. “Do you honestly think I wanted to lose the love of my life, just to come back and have the other love of my life hate me?”

You wait for an answer, but she can’t give you one.

Wanda can’t even look at you. She doesn’t hate you. She knows she still loves you, but the pain and anger she has felt for months have festered and boiled until now they’re ready to blow. Grief clouds her judgement every second of the day. Even though she knows deep down that you aren’t really to blame, you’re the only one here to receive it.

“I didn’t want to be here! I would have gladly followed her over the edge of that cliff, but then you and everyone else would have stayed dead. Natasha would have given her life for nothing.”

“So, I came back to bring you back. Wanda, you're the only reason I have to left to be here. I just need you to meet me halfway."

When all you receive is silence, you whine in exasperation. You’ve met your end, “if there was some way, I could trade myself to bring her back to you, Wanda, I swear I would.”

Time stands still. Wanda looks up with ice in her glare. Before she can stop them, the words just tumble out, “I would too.”

The last remnants of your heart shatter. What was left of your heart belonged to Wanda, and she doesn’t want you here. The pain falls away, and all that you are left with is a numbness that spreads over you entirely.

You take a few heavy breaths and nod your head, “I’m gonna go.” You walk out of the bedroom, but before you leave the door, you turn back to face Wanda one last time, “I love you.”

Silence stretches as you wait for a response that never comes. Crying, you quickly grab your keys and head for the front door. You didn’t grab a single thing. Tears blur your vision as you drive away from the home that was supposed to be your forever with Wanda and Natasha.

Wanda stands frozen in the bedroom until she hears the car engine start and then slowly fade as you drove further and further away.

Now she is really alone. There is no one to hide her emotions from, so now she has no choice but to face them.

Wanda screams as she finally expresses everything she has held off for months. No one is here to stop her, so she lashes out. She throws everything her hands land on. She topples furniture, crying as her angers finally finds its outlet leaving her empty inside.

NOW

A red cloud extends in front of the Sokovian. She repeats the words she found in the book and watches as the cloud expands and forms an arch in front of her. A wild wind picks up around her. Unsuspecting items are lifted in the breeze and circle the witch as well as the quickly growing red mist.

The cloud grows through the house. It tears a part a wall, followed by the deconstruction of the rest of the house.

Wanda doesn’t care. She repeats the spell, red magic pouring from her hands.

“Wanda!”

Wanda hears yelled at her from the right. She turns away from the book to find Stephen Strange standing in the middle of her spell. Now thoroughly distracted, she loses her focus, and the red cloud shrinks back into nothing.

“What are you doing?” the sorcerer questions with his hands raised ready to intervene.

Her eyes glow bright red as anger courses through her. She was so close. “I am going to another reality to bring back my love,” she takes a deep breath and magic begins to flow from her hands.

“NO!” Stephen conjures magic cuffs that hamper Wanda’s powers.

She turns to him with daggers in her eyes, “let me go.”

“Wanda, this is a flagrant violation of every natural law,” he tries to reason, “you could destroy both universes. I cannot allow you to do this.”

Now, Wanda has had enough. She will get her partner back. Nothing and no one is going to change that. She clenches her jaw and breaks the magic restraints from her wrists, “and how are you going to stop me?”

With a wave of her hand, she sends the sorcerer flying away. Quickly she returns to the spell. The magic pours from her hands forming another red cloud in front of her. The longer she repeats the words, the cloud begins to take shape, creating an arch. The cloud begins to thin in the middle, and Wanda can almost see vague shadows of the reality she is connecting to.

Suddenly, a magic chain wraps around Wanda’s arm, pulling her focus from the portal again. She easily breaks it and redirects Stephen’s magic back towards him, but by the time she returns to the spell the portal is open to the alternate reality.

…the wrong alternate reality.

Wanda stares at the sight. This new Earth’s Natasha and you cuddling on a couch with two young boys. One boy is curled into your side, while the other lounges across both of your laps.

This isn't the universe she meant to conjure. She was looking for one where the three of you weren’t together yet to cause the other Wanda the least amount of suffering as possible. She didn’t want to break up a family.

“Wanda, you can’t,” Stephen calls from behind her. He is going to stop her. Its now or never. This reality will just have to do.

Wanda steps through the portal. “Detka,” she smiles.

Instantly, you and Natasha’s heads snap to the intruder. Panic and protectiveness flood your body. In an instant, the two of you jump from the couch, dragging your sons with you.

“Wanda!” Natasha calls for her wife who runs in from the kitchen.

“No!” this Wanda yells. Before she can do anything, the Scarlett Witch sends her flying into the back wall.

“Boys, get behind me!” you place yourself between this witch and the children. You slowly back them to the far side of the room as Natasha attacks the intruder.

“Wait, Natasha,” the witch blocks the widow’s hits and kicks, but won’t retaliate, “I don’t want to hurt you!” She uses her magic to lift the Russian into the air and hold her there in the center of the room.

You run and kick Wanda’s hand, “let her go!”

Wanda’s loose hold on Natasha releases, and the red head falls to the ground with a groan.

The boys run to check on her, but once they reach her, she quickly stands to guard them again. “Billy, Tommy, this way!” she pushes them back to the far side of the room.

You fight the witch, trying to drive her back through the portal she came from.

“Stop fighting me,” she blocks your attacks, but will not use her powers. “Please, Y/n,” she tries to speak with you, “wait, love. Stop.”

Unable to avoid your attacks any longer, Wanda reaches out and wraps you in her magic. She restrains you as gently as she can, trying to get through to you, “Y/n, listen to me!”

“STOP.”

The witch halts. Shocked still, she turns slowly around to face the portal.

“Wanda, stop.”

Natasha crosses into this new universe, “let her go.”

The widow looks to her lover with a heavy sadness. The frown lines around her mouth and between her eyebrows are deeper than the last time Wanda saw her. Her eyes a dull shell of the light they used to hold, “that’s not our Y/n. Our Y/n is gone.”

“But I…” Wanda’s voice breaks. Her magic fades away and releases you from her hold. A tear falls from her eyes, and her lips tremble.

“I can bring her back.”

THEN

"I'm on my way."

"No, Clint," your hand is shaking as you hold the phone to your ear, "you don't have to do that."

You can hear him moving, talking to someone, most likely Laura. The sound of his keys jingling in his hand fill your ear, "I'm not letting you be alone right now."

"No, don't leave Laura and the kids," you have to hold him off. If he gets here, he will stop you. "Just check on her," you ask.

"Y/n-"

"Please Clint," you cut him off before he can object.

The archer sighs in frustration. He'd much rather lay into the Sokovian for hurting you, his baby sister with a heart three times too big for your little body. But, if you want him to check on her, then that's what he'll do.

"Ok," he yields, "I'll call her."

"Thank you, Clint," you whimper, "so much."

He thinks your thanking him for showing Wanda mercy, but you're thanking him for so much more than that, for being your protector, partner in crime, shoulder to cry on.

You're thanking him for being your big brother and best friend.

"Everything is gonna be ok," he comforts you, and your heart aches.

"I love you."

"I love you too kiddo."

You end the call and take a moment to accept that was the last time you'll speak to your brother.

Taking a deep breath, you turn to your friend, "ok, I'm ready."

“Y/n, I can’t,” Bruce shakes his head.

You stand in front of him in a Pym suit ready to do what needs to be done, “I have to do this, Bruce.”

You hand him three envelopes, each of their names written on one of them, Clint, Natasha, Wanda. “Give these to them after, please.”

“But…” he swallows, “they won’t survive this. You have to know that.”

Swatting away the tears, you smile sadly, “they’ll have each other, like it should have been in the first place." You hold out the envelopes again, "please, Bruce."

"Ok," he takes them and nods. “How do you know this will work?” he asks as you stand in the center of the platform.

"It has to," you shrug, “goodbye Bruce.”

Not knowing what to say, if there is anything to say, he begins his count down, as he finalizes the last of the settings, “in three, two, one.”

Bruce presses the last button, and you’re gone. He looks down and sighs at the loss of yet another friend.

“Goodbye, Y/n.”

The phone picks up after the first ring.

“Have you heard from Y/n?” Wanda asks hastily as soon as the call connects.

It’s been 3 hours and 27 minutes since you walked out of the house. The argument had exploded faster than either of you could comprehend, and you both needed space.

After half an hour, Wanda had calmed down enough to think about what happened, and the guilt followed immediately.

She was horrified. She is horrified with herself and the words that came out of her mouth. She hurt you when you were already broken. She’s been hurting you this entire time, and she hates herself for it.

In tears, she paced around the home and clutched her phone waiting for any word from you. She called. She texted. She sent voice messages, emails, private chats on every social media platform. Hoping for any response from you.

When you still weren’t home an hour later, Wanda grabbed the keys and started driving. She checked every bar, every restaurant, every coffee shop, anywhere you possibly could have gone. She’s called everyone, but no one has seen you.

She answered the phone desperately when she saw the caller ID. If anyone had heard from you, it would be your brother.

“I’ve been looking for her everywhere,” her voice is distraught and panic riddles her body, “she won’t answer any of my calls, and she turned off her location on her phone and I need to find her ……. we got in a fight, and-“

“Yeah, I know,” Clint interrupts, “she called me. She asked me to check on you.” He tries to treat her how his sister asked him to but knowing how Wanda has treated her makes that near impossible. “I think its best if you give her some space-“

“Please Clint,” the witch begs, “I have to talk to her. I said something horrible. I didn’t mean it. I have to tell her I didn’t mean it. Please, Clint. She has to know.”

The archer takes a deep breath. When the three of you got together, he thought that your love was indestructible, but how could he have ever predicted this. A tragedy like this and its ripple effect are unpredictable.

“She said she was going to stay at the compound for a bit,” Clint admits. He’s not sure if telling Wanda is right or not, but if there is a chance to save your relationship, he has to risk it. You and Wanda need each other if you’re going to heal from this.

The Sokovian lets out a cry of relief, “thank yo-“

“Wanda,” he stops her with his voice cool as ice, “you either fix this or stay the hell away from her. Don’t hurt her again.”

“I’m gonna fix it,” she whips the car around and drives straight for the compound.

“I’m gonna fix it.”

Rocks crunch underneath your boot as you climb.

You look straight ahead. You’ve seen enough of this mountain in your nightmares.

“Y/n, daughter of Edith,” the floating black cloaked man greets.

Coming to a stop in front of him, you stare into his eyes, “I’m here for a trade. Me for her.”

He chuckles morbidly, “child, what you seek is impossible.”

“Bull shit,” you interrupt, “you said to take the stone, one of us had to die. A soul for a soul. Why do you care who’s soul it is?”

He stares at you silently, expression almost bare.

"I was here that day. I jumped too," you argue, "I jumped first. It should have been me."

Your suddenly filled with anxiety. This has to work. You have to make it work.

"I am going over that ledge," you assert, "and there's no one here to take the stone, so you'll have an extra soul. That has to have some negative affect according to the laws of universal balance or some shit. So, what are you gonna do about it?"

The wind blows all around, while you watch the guide weigh his options in his head.

He releases a deep breath, “as you wish.”

You turn to the cliff.

“but know, Y/n, daughter of Edith,” he calls. You look over your shoulder, “this will be an everlasting exchange. There will be no reversal this time.”

Clenching your jaw, you nod and walk to the edge.

When she runs through the compound doors, Wanda’s not sure where to go. She darts up to the shared room you and Natasha had stayed in for the 5 years she had been gone. Opening the door, she finds the room empty. She checks the common area, the kitchen, the library, and still you are nowhere to be found.

Frustrated, she turns to the AI hoping it is still functional, “Friday, where is Y/n?”

There is a long pause before the monotone voice rings through the room, “Agent Y/L/N is in the hangar with Dr Banner.”

Before Friday has finished the sentence, Wanda has taken off through the compound. She cannot get through the building fast enough. She pushes every door open with her magic before she gets to it. The elevator takes the longest, and the Sokovian paces the small space the entire time. When the doors open, she runs.

Wanda is nearing the hangar doors when a familiar voice stops her in her tracks. It’s a voice she thought she would never hear again.

“What happened? How did I get back? Where is everyone?”

“Hold on, there’s something I need to tell you. Wait, Nat.”

At the sound of her name, Wanda bursts through the doors and whimpers at the sight in front of her.

Natasha is walking away from Bruce, well the hulk technically, and towards the exit. She stops when her eyes fall upon Wanda. Her lover she hasn’t seen since Thanos snapped his fingers. She’s still confused, but that can all wait.

“Wanda,” she whispers through a watery smile.

The witch is snapped out of her shock and runs for the Russian. She wraps her arms around her girlfriend’s neck. “Tasha,” she cries into the older woman’s neck.

"It worked," Natasha whispers with a grin, "we won."

The two hold each other tight, tears of relief streaming down their faces. Neither of them believed they would ever see the other again, and yet here they both were.

"How?" Wanda pulls back to look up happily confused, “how did you get here?”

“You got what you wanted.”

The two women turn to Bruce who they had honestly forgotten was there. His eyes bear into Wanda.

During the whole reunion, he sat back and watched solemnly. Everyone had seen the tension between you and Wanda since Natasha had sacrificed herself. He had no idea how bad it actually was until you came to him with tears in your eyes and a request.

No one else knew. They would have stopped you.

“What?” Wanda asks breathlessly.

“You got what you wanted,” he repeats with a bitter aftertaste to his words, “or should I say who you wanted.”

The momentary relief is shattered as Wanda stares back at her lover, speechless.

"What are you talking about?" Natasha looks past the witch expecting to see you right behind her, but there’s no one. She looks to Wanda, “where’s Y/n?”

Wand falls to her knees as the ground is seemingly ripped from under her. Natasha catches her and lowers them both to the ground, looking between her friend and her lover, “what’s going on?”

The pieces seem to fall in place, and Wanda is faced with pure horror. “No, no, no, no, no, I didn’t…” she looks up to Bruce, pleading that this isn’t true. It can’t be true. “Please, I didn’t mean it. I came here to tell her I didn’t mean it!”

“It's too late,” the doctor feels his anger melt into pity. Looking at her, he can see how sorry she is, but it’s too late for regrets, “you said it, and she loved you enough to make it happen.”

“What are you talking about?” Natasha asks. She’s still waiting for an answer to where her other partner is. Her brain works overtime, and she eventually catches up to their vague conversation. She puts the pieces together herself.

Then the terror sets in. “Where is Y/n?” she asks Bruce desperately. With tears already brimming in her eyes, Natasha looks to Wanda, “what did you say?”

The younger woman tries to bury her face in her hands, but the widow pulls them away.

"Wanda, what did you say?!"

What’s left of Wanda breaks. She crumples even further into the ground as a primal scream is torn from her chest.

NOW

“She’s gone, Wanda,” Natasha speaks calmly, trying to talk her partner back from this ledge, “our Y/n is gone. She’s not coming back.”

The Scarlet Witch shakes her head. She can’t give up, not when she is this close.

“No, I can bring her back. See!” She motions towards this Earth’s version of you, “I found her. We just have to take her back with us. We just have to bring her home.”

She turns back to you. The other Wanda stands in front of you protectively. With the flick of a wrist, she sends her flying and reaches out to you. “Come, detka,” she says sweetly. You’re finally here, in front of her.

She walks towards you but stops when you step back. Her smile waivers, “come with us, Y/n.”

“No, mama!” young voices plead.

You and the Scarlet Witch look over to the boys in the corner. They reach out for you, while this Natasha shields them with her body. The other Wanda has made it back to her feet and quickly resumes her position in front of you.

The witch takes a step back, and the rest of your family surrounds you. Tommy and Billy each cling tightly to your sides. Natasha wraps herself around all three of you, while also guarding you from the intruder.

“Come with us,” Wanda turns her attention back to you. She only has to convince you, but the conflicted look in your eyes makes her falter.

Why would you come with her? With your family fighting and clinging to you, why would you choose to leave them?

Her lips tremble in desperation, “please Y/n, please come back with us.” She falls to her knees and continues to beg, “I’m sorry, come back with us please... I’m sorry, Y/n please… Please come back to us.” Her anger falls away and she shakes with tears, “come back to us. I’m sorry, Y/n. I’m sorry, please come back.”

As her pleas fall into sobs, you can tell she is no longer speaking to you. She is calling for the one she really wants, the you that is gone.

“COME BACK, Y/N,” Wanda cries out into the multiverse as if you could hear her, “I’M SORRY, Y/n... I’m sorry. I love you; please come back.” A massive sobs washes over her body and she doubles over in pain. The tears are endless. She has no choice but to finally accept it.

She lost you.

The sight of her broken is too much for this Earth’s you. She’s not your wife, but she was obviously yours in this other world. You can’t stand to see her in pain.

You start to step out of your family’s arms, and they all protest. “She's grieving. She won’t hurt me,” you reassure them, "its ok."

Approaching slowly, you get a closer look at this version of your wife and your heart breaks. The discoloration of her hands. The way her thin frame tells you she isn’t eating. The shake of her shoulders as she sobs. The way this pain has devoured her.

Gently, you caress her face with one hand, using your thumb to wipe away tears as they fall. With renewed sobs, Wanda brings her black tipped fingers to cover your hand.

It doesn’t feel like you, not her you, not exactly, but its close enough. She’ll cherish whatever you give her, knowing after this she’ll never feel your touch again.

“You’ve lost so much,” you lower yourself in front of her and look into her eyes, “I’m so sorry I’ve added to your suffering, my dear.”

Wanda cries, “I hurt you. I should have held you and told you how much I loved you. I didn’t. I hurt you, and now I…. I can- I can never take it back. I can never apologize.”

You take her face into both of your hands, “you are forgiven.”

Wanda pulls away from you, shaking her head, “you don’t know what I did."

“No,” you sigh, “but I know the fire with which every version of me loves every version of you. I promise, you are forgiven.”

Wanda’s fingers reach for you tenderly hoping to feel some of this love, even if only by proxy.

You don’t move as she closes the distance and wraps her arms around your shoulders. You let her hold you, let her take the comfort she needs from you.

“Please, don't leave me. I need you,” she whimpers against your shoulder, “I have nothing.”

Gently, you rub her back, “you will be ok; you have each other.”

Wanda shakes her head against your shoulder in a silent denial.

You look up quickly to find the Natasha from the other reality, still standing at the portal entrance. The pain you find in her eyes nearly brings tears to your own.

Natasha swallows thickly, the dull ache of betrayal weighing heavily on her. What hurts the most is the way her betrayal is pointed to the partner in your arms.

THEN

The ringing in Natasha’s ears feels like it’ll drive her deaf. The thundering of horse’s hooves might as well be a lullaby compared to the pounding of her heart at this very moment. Drying tear tracks cool the redness of her cheeks.

"Show me."

Wanda shakes her head, "please, not again." She can't rewatch that memory anymore. She just can't.

The widow stares blankly ahead as her mind numbly takes in all that has transpired in the last hour. “I’m just trying to understand…”

The fight had erupted wildly. It began with Natasha asking Wanda to tell her what happened yet again, and it ended with the swapping of memories.

Natasha showed Wanda what happened on Vormir.

Wanda showed Natasha that last conversation with you.

This was the spark that lit the bomb. Natasha’s feelings of betrayal and Wanda’s growing guilt battled it out until they were both wounded.

Wanda was grappling with the consequences of her actions, and Natasha pressing her for answers she didn’t have.

“How?”

“I don’t know,” Wanda whimpers. How many times had she said those three words tonight? She can’t understand it either.

“…I know you loved her. I know how much you loved her,” Natasha says with an even tone. Her voice is scratchy from yelling, and her throat is hoarse.

“I just don’t understand how you can love her that much and still do what you did. I was at peace knowing you would lean on each other and love each other through the pain and still heal and find happiness. I trusted you with her, and I just don’t understand how I was this wrong.”

“I don’t know,” Wanda replies, “I was hurting so much. I lost you just like I lost everyone else-“

Natasha stands, “but you didn’t lose everyone! You still had her!”

“I know!”

“She was right there, Wanda, and she was in pain,” the widow paces the living room. Her words are angry daggers that hit the other woman right in the heart, “she was drowning in guilt, she was begging for you to help her, she needed you and you hurt her.”

Her tone raises as she continues, and the emotion builds as she tries to imagine what you went through. “You punished her and blamed her for something I did. I jumped off that mountain. I SAVED HER... and you told her she should have been the one to die. That wasn’t your decision to make!”

“I know!”

“How could you say that?!”

The witch stands, feeling as though she’ll burst any minute, “I DON’T KNOW!”

Her voice echoes against the walls, “I’ll never know! I’ll never understand why I didn’t cling to her, thanking every god that I still had her. I don’t know how I could have pushed her away or hurt her that way. I will hate myself for the rest of my life!”

The widow was going to interrupt, but she pauses. The witch’s self-loathing causes her to take a step back.

“If I could go back and change it, I would!” she yells, “I would hold her and tell her that is wasn't her fault. I would tell her how much I love her. But I can’t, and I am never going to forgive myself!”

Natasha sighs in despair. She sits down, tightly grasping the letter you left her.

In it, you apologized for reversing her sacrifice. You apologized for not being enough to get Wanda through this like she had said you would. You tell her how much you love her and hope she will be happy. At the end, you ask her to forgive Wanda, to please not blame her for your decision.

… and she is trying.

“Would you have said it to me?” the assassin asks quietly. “If she had beaten me on Vormir, and I was the one who survived, would you have said it to me?” She doesn’t know which answer would be better. At this point, she’s not entirely sure that it matters.

“I can't believe I said it to her,” fresh tears fall down the Sokovian’s face. The guilt is suffocating her. She just wishes it would drown her already, so she can be with you again.

In your letter to her, you promised that you didn’t blame her and that she shouldn’t feel guilty. You say you love her and just want her to be happy, but she never will be. Not without you. You loved her and forgave her, but she knew she didn’t deserve it.

“I love you, Wanda,” Natasha breaks the silence. There’s a finality in her tone.

Wanda’s blood runs cold.

She’s been expecting this. They have danced around each other for over a month. They’re trying to do what you asked them to, but maybe the cracks run too deep.

“I love you,” she repeats softly, “and I want to forgive you….. but I need time.”

With that, Natasha grabs her keys and leaves.

Wanda stares at the door blankly. This is her worst nightmare. Now, she really has lost everyone.

This, she ruined this. She has no one to blame but herself.

NOW

“Forgive her, Tasha,” you reach out for the redhead. She kneels in front of you, shuddering when you reach out to wipe a tear from her cheek. “Please, I can’t bear the thought of you being alone.”

She rests her forehead against yours.

You cup her cheek sweetly, “I know I would want you to be happy, together. I would die for it.”

“You did,” Natasha’s voice is barely over a whisper.

You nod in understanding. Your heart breaks even more for them. Their universe has been so unkind to them. Smiling sadly, you lift Natasha’s hand for her to look at you, “then grant me this last wish?”

She cries freely, but nods, “I promise.”

You look back to Wanda in your arms, "time to say goodbye, my love."

She holds you tighter, trying to memorize the feel of holding you against her.

Natasha gathers Wanda in her arms, “you have to close the portal, lyubov.” The two of them watch through the slowly closing window, as your family surrounds again in a tight embrace.

You smile to them, wanting that to be the last image they hold of you.

Once the portal has completely dissipated the Darkhold falls to the ground, closed.

Stephen approaches it carefully, lifting it from the ground, “we must destroy this.”

Wanda nods in understanding.

“Can we not do this now?” Natasha’s exhausted voice questions.

“Of course,” he steps back, “we’ll guard it in the sanctum until you are ready.” Quietly he opens a portal and leaves.

Left alone, Wanda breaks all over again. She clings tightly to Natasha as the sobs shake her entire body. The older woman holds her, rocking back and forth soothingly. She chokes out reassurances as she tries not to cry herself.

“It’s gonna be ok,” she whispers, but the Sokovian shakes her head against her chest, “it will. We’ll get through this.”

“How?”

“Together,” she rubs her back, “I promise, we’re both staying right here.”

The witch looks up slightly. She assesses the damage she has caused with Darkhold. The house she shared with you is in pieces, practically gone. A whine slips up her throat. You loved this house, and she’s destroyed it.

“What have I done?” she cries, “our home.”

“We’ll rebuild.” Natasha sits resolute, being the support her partner needs.

Wanda curls into Natasha as a fresh wave of grief hits her. “Y/n,” she whimpers into the Russian’s chest.

The widow can only hold her tighter, “I know.”

Natasha and Wanda sit there for a very long time. Nat holds her while she breaks down. Wanda eventually calms down enough to talk about how she is feeling.

Sitting in the rubble, they take the first step towards healing, together.

Clint’s Letter

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A/N: ...and yes, they rebuild the home. Apples do bloom on the trees. Many years later, maybe they have the twin boys they saw in the alternate reality. They also maybe have a baby girl. Her name is Y/n, and they hold her just a bit tighter.

.... :) anyway, I hope you guys liked it! let me know what you think!

-k❤️