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randomshyperson · 10 months ago

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Fluorescent Adolescent - Heart Shaped Series

Chapter Summary: Layla's presence brings back some ghosts from your past and for the first time, you want to include Wanda in everything.

Warnings: Typical canon violence, mentions of blood, stitches, and pregnancy nausea, talking about abusive environments (innuendo of different forms of exploration), mild angsty with a bit of comedy as well, some Blackhill drama too | Words: 6.935k

A/N-> This chapter is a bit longer but I tried to put more characters background on it. I know it's late, I've been struggling with my writer's block, but it's finally here. I'm also sorry there's no smut on this one, but the chapter mood was not a sexy one. We will be back to our normal schedule I promise. Also, the extra chapter with their first kiss is almost ready as well! So hopefully, the next update won't take that long.

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“Do you really have to do that?”

The question drew a confused laugh from you. With your hands busy with a first aid kit borrowed from Natasha, you can only offer a look to your girlfriend.

"Yes?"

But Wanda snorted stubbornly, crossing her arms before stopping in the doorway of the bathroom in Black Widow's room, who was standing outside with the rest of the team. You were supposed to go back outside right away before Layla had a nervous breakdown at being left with the entire Avengers team while you grabbed the kit to fix your own reaction to seeing her and ending up hurting her.

"I just don't understand why you have to do the bandage. Can't you ask Nat or any of them?" Wanda insisted, sounding very irritated and you had no idea why.

"Well, Layla only trusts me of all the people present and I'm the one who threw her against a snack machine." You half-heartedly explain the whole thing. "If you'll excuse me, sweetheart."

Wanda gave you the room but did so with a grimace that you would probably try to understand later. She's been acting so weird ever since your partner arrived, but Layla's presence is making you worried enough. You'd talk to Wanda after you understood exactly what the other woman was doing here.

Outside, and in the outer courtyard that was more isolated from the rest of the motel, Layla was sitting at one of the tables with the Avengers doing a poor job of disguising the fact that they were on alert for her. Sitting down, her jacket was laid beside her, and she was wearing a tank top that exposed the redness of her new bruise and made you groan low in guilt. Wanda, who hadn't left your trail since Layla appeared, glared at you as soon as she caught the sound.

For the witch, she didn't see the bruise but the beautiful woman with well-defined muscles, a tight tank top and curls that made her look even more attractive than before. And you, who apparently had a long-term relationship with the curly woman and were friendly enough for her to come looking for you.

You didn't even notice the look Wanda gave you, busy opening the kit and mumbling apologies to Layla in Arabic that made Wanda spend the next few minutes imagining you learning another language just to talk to your friend.

She was so distracted by her own neuroses that she didn't notice Natasha approaching, and leaning on the pillar she was also resting on.

"Wow, if looks could kill..." teased the widow, but Wanda snorted lowly, ignoring the phrase and trying to pretend she wasn't watching you pull whatever piece of glass the machine left behind in Layla's back, while you whispered apologies to her for it.

Natasha chuckled at the witch's expression and wasn't intimidated by her aggressive attitude. It surprised her that Wanda, a moment later, was the one who started the conversation.

"Do you think they seem close?"

You had just pressed a cotton pad with alcohol on Layla's wound, and because you were sitting next to her, the woman, grunting in pain, instinctively grabbed your thigh.

Nat raised an eyebrow.

"I bet you ten bucks they've slept together." Replied the widow, and Wanda grunted in disgust before turning away from the scene. Natasha giggled. "Hey, I'm joking."

"Whatever, I'd better get out of here before I blow something up." Muttered the witch in a frown, practically running away from the scene.

Natasha sighed, regretting having taken the provocation too far. She took one last look at you and Layla before turning back to Steve and Sam on the other side of the courtyard.

You were just finishing sewing the few stitches on Layla's shoulder when she called your attention.

"Sorry, I promise I'm almost done-"

"It's not that, يا حلو (sweetie)." She interrupts gently. "I don't think your girlfriend likes me."

You smile, unable to take your eyes off the stitches you're closing. "Don't be silly, Wanda doesn't know you well enough." You retort. " She'll need at least a few days not to like you."

Layla chuckles, pinching you gently for the joke. You finish the stitches next, and as you assess the work to make sure they won't open, she speaks again.

"I've been looking for you." Layla's tone is a little upset, and it surprises you. You look at her, but she continues to stare at the team from a distance. "I thought you might have been kidnapped. Or even killed. I almost went to Valentina to ask." You swallow, ready to apologize when Layla finally looks at you. "And all this time you've been playing superhero with your new friends?"

"Layla, it's nothing like that."

"So what's it like?" She demands with a hard stare. You sigh, hesitating about taking it all in like that, and Layla studies you intently. When she speaks again, it's in another language that she hopes no prying ears can understand. "هل هي مهمة أخرى؟ (Is it another assignment)?"

You look back at Natasha talking to Sam and of course she would know Arabic, but she didn't really seem to be paying attention to the conversation.

Either way, you face Layla and and denies it with your head. You sigh once more before forcing a smile at her. "I'm not here on business."

Layla doesn't seem to believe your words. "Come on, I'm not going to torment you if your girlfriend asked you to steal something for them." She shrugged. "I even heard that they're being treated like criminals now. Decided to act on their own, huh?"

You don't answer right away. You occupy your hands with the bloodstained cotton and the needle thread, saving what can be reused, like the alcohol, and throwing away the rest.

When you return to the table where Layla is still exchanging hard looks in the direction of the Avengers, you lean over to talk to her.

"Valentina didn't send me here." You say. "Like I said, it's not about work. Me and Wanda, we're together for real."

Despite the tense exchange between her and the rest of the team, excitement shines through her irises and she looks at you with wide, surprised eyes, a smile playing on her lips.

"Oh, you didn't say."

You chuckle shyly, looking away from your colleague. "Shut up."

"No, I mean it." She giggles. "Damn, I think I owe Xu Xialing some money." You frown in confusion, and Layla sighs. "She bet you'd put a ring on it before the end of the year, and here we are."

Your ears heat up, but you roll your eyes. "I can't believe you bet on me."

Layla chuckles, gently bumping her good shoulder against yours. "Come on, what do you expect from the founder of the Golden Daggers? She breathes gambling. You got really drunk after the last championship and started whining about how much you missed your little Sokovian witch. I wasn't expecting to owe Xialing 20,000 Yuan either, but here we are."

It's your turn to laugh, covering your face for a moment. "And how is she? Xu Xialing?"

Layla snorts softly, shrugging. "Honestly, I have no idea. But if the club is still standing, then she must be fine."

"You should visit her."

"Funny, I was going to say the same thing to you." Layla retorts somewhat ironically, and you hesitate, looking away. "What? Why are you acting so weird?"

You chuckled weakly, trying to gather your courage. Finally, you take a deep breath and say. "I'm not going to do these things anymore, Layla. Nothing we did together. Robberies, fights, the club. None of it. I want out."

But it doesn't take Layla by surprise. She remains silent before looking away.

"I guess I expected that."

You frown. "Really?"

Layla chuckles, looking at you again. "Yeah. Since the day you arrived from Italy, acting so... quirky."

"I wouldn't use that word."

"I thought it would be rude to call you a simp."

You chuckle, shaking your head. Layla laughs too, before leaning her good shoulder against yours. It's an affectionate gesture, which she used to do a lot when you were on long robberies and so exhausted that the world would stop making sense. The touch was a way of anchoring each other back to reality.

"You could have told me." She says gently, even if the words hide a certain disappointment.

You swallow, looking down at your shoes. "I was afraid, I guess." You mumble, and she frowns in confusion. You sigh sadly. "I'm not good with these things, Layla. You're my work partner. I thought, if I'm not working anymore, I'll lose you. I just... didn't want that. It was easier not saying anything."

Layla reaches over to entwine her arm in yours and take your hand. "You're an idiot."

"Thanks." You mumble, but she chuckles, squeezing your fingers for a moment.

"I'm sorry, Y/N." She says and you look at her curiously. She sighs. "For giving you the impression that we were just work colleagues. You're my friend. You've always been my friend."

You smile, ignoring the sudden urge to cry.

"I'm sorry I didn't call." You mumble. "I didn't want to worry you."

"Nah, it's fine." She assures you with a smile. "It's like Bulgaria all over again. I should have waited for backup, but all I ended up doing was calling you for help. I don't think I'll ever get over the fact that you got me out of that basement wearing the Chief of Government's face." You chuckle nostalgically at the story of what was probably the moment when your friendship and partnership with Layla was settled.

"You want to get even? Tell Valentina about me." It's supposed to be a joke, but it immediately makes Layla tense up.

She opens her mouth to say something, but suddenly there's a backpack slamming into her lap.

"Your things are in one piece again." It's Wanda, angry and with red eyes that make Layla frown with some concern. The remnants of her magic leaving the backpack also signal that Wanda has repaired anything broken by the impact earlier. "You can leave now."

You only realized you were still holding Layla's hand because Wanda was looking directly at it. It was your friend who let go first, chuckling weakly at the whole thing while you tried to understand exactly why Wanda seemed about to murder someone.

"Thanks for fixing my stuff, but I still have a few things to discuss with my partner." Layla replies with a shrug, her backpack in her hands. "I'll get something to eat first, I'm starving."

But Wanda steps forward. "There are some great restaurants on the road."

The curly gives a confused snort at the hostility, but you get to your feet before your friend ends up giving a rude answer to a witch who could do a lot worse than push her against a snack machine.

You enter Wanda's field of vision, and much of the fury disappears from her gaze.

"Hey, can we talk?" You ask, and the witch gives the thief one last angry look before allowing herself to be taken to a far corner of the courtyard. You sigh softly as soon as you're alone with her. "What was that all about, Wanda?"

She crosses her arms, her jaw clenched. It's so unfair that Wanda always finds ways to make herself more attractive.

"You told me you didn't have any friends, but you seem very close to that woman."

You hesitate, and that doesn't help your situation. Wanda narrows her eyes at you, and you try not to look intimidated under her red irises.

"It's complicated."

" It's better not to be, darling, because if she touches you again I swear I'll-"

"Wow, you're jealous." You interrupt her sentence as you realize it, a laugh escaping you. "Holy shit, you really are."

Wanda doesn't reply, rolling her eyes and looking away, but you stare at her with a certain intensity.

"No one's ever been jealous of me before." You confess quietly, and despite the color in her cheeks, she looks at you with irritation.

"Stop it." She retorts. "That's not a good thing. You shouldn't try to look on the bright side, I'm not… “ She takes a deep breath, as if trying to calm her nerves. Then, she tries to smile. “I'm just being silly. You should say that."

You chuckle. One of your hands moves up to brush the rebellious strands of hair out of front of her eyes.

"Alright, I'll try. Wanda, you're being silly. There's no reason to be jealous. Better? I kinda sound like those movie characters."

Wanda grunted in frustration, hiding her face in your chest afterward. "It's not fair." She mutters, her voice muffled in your clothes as your hands wrap around her shoulders. "She was all over you, and I can't even be mad at you for being clueless."

You sigh, without breaking the embrace, trying to explain further:

"It was a friendly gesture, I promise. It's nothing like when we hold hands. When Layla and I would go on missions together, sometimes we'd spend so long hiding, rationing food while injured, that we'd start to get a little crazy. The touch would ground us again. She reached out to my hand because I told her I wasn't going to work with her anymore."

Wanda breaks the embrace to look at you. "Because you're staying with me."

You smile and nod. "That's right, darling. Just like I promised."

The witch sighs, sinking her face into your chest again for a long moment. You don't mind and stroke her hair until Wanda ignores the insecurities that have arisen and relies only on you.

She's still hugging you when she mutters: "I'm sorry for snapping at your friend. I'll apologize to her too."

"It's okay, I doubt Layla took it to heart." You mutter, and Wanda breaks the hug to look you in the eye.

"What does she still have to discuss with you?" The witch asked more seriously, with a different kind of concern rather than jealousy now.

You force a smile. "Let's find out."

The new information you passed on to Layla about running away seemed to have some kind of effect on her because when you and Wanda found her again, she was chatting amiably with the rest of the Avengers. Wanda had the impression that Sam was actually flirting with her and felt some weight leave her shoulders even though you had assured her that there was nothing between you.

With the most sympathetic exchange between Layla and the rest of the team, she was invited to stay - Of course, she didn't miss the opportunity to make a few jokes on earth mighty heroes having lunch with criminals, but everyone took it as a joke. And shortly after eating, Wanda noticed that the two of you exchanged a look that meant it was time to talk.

She was ready to deal with her own jealous insecurities when you, who had been by her side all lunch, leaned over to kiss her cheek.

"Come on, love, let's go for a walk with Layla." It's an invitation, not just to talk, but to a part of your life that Wanda has never seen. She has to bite the inside of her cheek to control her anxiety, and it helps a little by the look of reassurance that Natasha throws her from across the table.

Layla, now with the bandage securely sewn up, is wearing a jacket again and dark glasses that make her look too cool even for the fugitive Avengers.

Wanda wishes she wasn't so nice and clever in her jokes and comments during lunch either, so it would be easier to hate her.

So far, she has only been able to understand exactly why you were friends.

"I gotta catch a bus, come on." Layla says as soon as you're on your feet. There's no bigger goodbye for the Avengers than a nod, and it makes sense since despite the polite exchange, they're not friends and Layla is still on the wanted list.

You keep your hand intertwined with Wanda's, and at a slow pace, you accompany Layla to the nearest bus stop.

"It's quite of sad you couln't get a car, my friend." You tease, earning a short laugh from Layla. Even though you can't see behind her glasses, you're sure she rolled her eyes.

"I couldn't bring my bike straight here from across the globe, and I wasn't going to attract unwanted attention by stealing a new one." She explains casually. "Besides, there's decent public transportation around here." She winks at you and Wanda. "I will survive."

You reach the bus stop on the corner, it's completely empty but that's not atypical for a corner motel in an isolated place.

Wanda decides to sit on one of the benches, and even though you're standing, you don't occupy her view or try to exclude her from the conversation. You lean against one of the railings and cross your arms, offering Wanda a small smile before facing Layla.

"So, Miss El-Faouly, how fucked am I?"

She chuckles, shaking her head.

"I told you, Valentina doesn't know you ran away." She retorts. "Not yet."

You sigh, and Wanda bites the inside of your cheek. She has so many questions, but you think it's best not to interrupt.

"What does she know?"

Layla shrugs. "She probably thinks you're having another morality crisis." The woman retorts, stealing a few glances down the street. "You've been away before. A few times on vacation, yes? But she'll know what you're up to if you don't come back soon."

You look down to check the watch on your wrist. You laugh humorlessly. "Actually, I've just missed the deadline. It's Tuesday, which means that officially, this is my longest period without contact after a mission. I guess she hadn't come to me yet because what I picked up in Greece arrived in the mail."

Wanda doesn't ask - not about what you were stealing before you joined her. The connection, the freshly healed bullet wound you had when you arrived. She knew you were working.

Layla steals a glance at the witch before clearing her throat.

"What if... you came back?" Your expression hardens immediately, but Layla clarifies; "Just to talk to Valentina, Y/N."

"No, Layla."

"She'll make things more difficult if she knows you've just left. You know that. If only-"

"It's out of the question."

"God, why are you being so stubborn?" Layla replies a little impatiently, her eyes studying you. "Your superhero girlfriend will be fine for a few days without you!"

"Layla." You cut in more seriously, and the girl snorts angrily but doesn't insist. Exchanging a glance with Wanda, you soften your tone. "I'm not leaving her, Layla. I can't, it's not right. Wanda, she... she's pregnant."

Layla widens her eyes, looking between the two of you in shock. "What? Really? And it's yours?"

You and Wanda choke at the same time. With her ears slightly reddened, she gives your friend a deadly stare. "Of course it is!"

The thief shakes her head quickly. "I didn't mean it like that!" She tries quickly. "I just... I didn't know you could, Y/N."

You sigh wearily. "I can transform into any Caborn-based form and you think I'm unlikely to have children?"

But Layla rolls her eyes, suddenly a little hesitant. "That's not what I meant either." She mutters. "I just assumed... you couldn't. Not after all they've done to you..."

But you clear your throat, get to your feet and Layla falls silent. Wanda frowns in curiosity at the interaction, but you're delivering something to your friend.

"Here, for Lagaro. For all the trouble." You hand over your watch and Layla grimaces.

"And my trouble?"

You chuckle. "Af if you weren't dying to see me."

Wanda clears her throat, and you take a step away from Layla before your girlfriend loses her temper again. The curly doesn't notice, busy putting your watch back in her pocket and checking the street again.

"Lagaro will be happy to know you're not dead, Y/N. Not just with the watch." Your friend comments and you nod, moving closer to Wanda to rest one of your arms on her shoulder. You're trying to relax the tension that has arisen there. When Layla looks at you again, her expression is more serious. "Think about what I said. I understand why you can't leave her, I really do. I guess it's the same idea with Marc disappearing to protect me."

You smile. "Marc disappears because he's an idiot, you should have married someone more... present." Layla raises her middle finger at you, but Wanda suddenly feels very silly knowing that all this time, your friend was married.

There's a bus approaching on the corner, Layla sighs as she sees it stop at a red light. She then offers you two a smile.

"Despite the circumstances, I'm really happy for you both." She assures you with sparkling eyes. "Just... be safe, darling. Okay?"

As she hugs you, she whispers something that Wanda doesn't hear and has to ignore the instinct to ask. She doesn't want to pry, but she feels so curious that she almost uses her powers to find out.

Instead, she also says goodbye to Layla and the two of you watch the woman get on the bus and leave.

Once you're alone, you entwine your hands together again and give Wanda a small smile.

"I can almost hear the gears in your mind working, baby." You tell her gently, and Wanda sighs. "You know you can ask me anything, don't you?

She nods, before looking around to see the growing number of lunchtime passers-by. With another sigh, she faces you.

"Let's go back inside."

It's a silent, tense walk back. You can sense that Wanda is nervous, and you fear that she's insecure again, about trusting you, about feeling left out.

The Avengers are no longer outside, whether they're back in their own rooms or out for a walk, you don't need to give any excuses about Layla's quick farewell.

Wanda enters first, and as you close the door, she crosses her arms and waits in the center of the room.

With a sigh, you speak first. "Come on, darling, ask me anything you want." You try to sound as gentle as you can, yet Wanda seems very nervous.

"I've spent so much time studying you. Your missions, your deeds, your disguises." She begins. "Still, I feel like I don't know anything."

"Well, that's because I'm good at what I do." Wanda looks at you seriously and you sigh, forcing yourself to act more serious about the whole thing. "Sweetheart, you know me. You know me more than anyone else."

You try to touch her cheek, but Wanda pulls away. "You say that, but I don't think it's true." She fights back annoyed. "I didn't even know about Layla. What else are you hiding?"

You frown in surprise at the accusation. But instead of starting a fight, you swallow dry. "I wasn't hiding. This is hard for me. I can't just dump my life on you. Sharing... doesn't come naturally to someone like me."

Wanda looks down, a little uncertain. "I just want you to trust me."

"And I do." You assure her, stepping forward to touch her shoulders. This time, she almost melts into your touch. "Look at me, I've been an wanted criminal for as long as I can remember, but I'm here, in a hotel surrounded by avengers, just to be with you. I want to be with you, no matter the risk, no matter what. Not only do I trust you, but I love you. Do you understand what I'm saying? You not knowing all the details of my past, of my work, doesn't make it any less true."

Wanda takes a deep breath and lets her forehead fall to yours. You stroke her shoulders, thinking about breaking the distance when suddely she moves away.

"You really have to go, don't you?" She asks with tears in her eyes, and you feel your stomach sink. You shake your head immediately, but something in your gaze makes Wanda's tears start to fall.

"I'm not going anywhere."

"Y/N."

"I'll find another way." You assure her, but she turns her back, wiping her face and sitting down on the bed. Wanda hugs her own body and you let your arms fall by your sides. Seeing her cry is always the worst, and for a second, you let your anger get the better of you. "What? Do you want me to leave by any chance?"

Wanda lets out a tearful laugh. "Don't do that."

You snort angrily. "I'm telling you that I want to stay, that I am going to stay. And you're crying, as if you're sure I'm going to leave. I don't like being called a liar, Wanda."

She shakes her head. "Stop."

"No, you stop. I'm telling you something, but you're acting as if I'm going to abandon you. As if you were sure. Do you really think so little of me?"

Wanda chokes, raising pleading eyes to you.

"Of course not!" she retorts. "Don't say that."

The seriousness in her gaze makes you feel ashamed that you'd even considered such a thing. You prepare to apologize, but Wanda speaks again.

"It's your thoughts." She mutters, now she's the one who looks ashamed as she gazes at the floor. "Your mind is screaming that. You're so worried, I can easily hear it."

"Wanda, I...

"It's okay." She cuts in with a tearful voice. "I'm not angry, I think I get it. You don't want to put me in danger, but I'd like you to understand that you don't have to worry about it. I can protect us both."

You chuckle weakly, looking down at your feet. "That sounds lovely, but the last time I left you, you ended up in the Raft, darling. I don't want that to happen ever again."

"And it won't."

"You don't know that." You retort, moving closer to kneel in front of her. Your hands search for hers. "I won't leave you again, Wanda. Not like I used to do to get back to work. We're in this together. Can you please believe me?"

Wanda lets go of one of her hands to stroke the loose strands of hair away from your face. "Why is it so hard for you to get away from Valentina?" She asks, and the red irises explain why she can read the insecurities in your mind. You hesitate, but when you make a move to pull away, the grip on your hand tightens. "What's different between escaping her and escaping Hydra?"

But the hesitation in your eyes turned to confusion. "Escape Hydra? Wanda, I've never escaped them."

It was then her turn to be confused. "B-but I thought... your records. You haven't worked with Strucker for years. I assume-"

"That I just left them? Like you did?" You add, suddenly upset. Wanda says nothing and allows you to let go of her hand to sit down next to her on the bed. You sigh before speaking again. "I never ran away from Hydra, Wanda. My program was a success. And because of that fact, Strucker was allowed to command yours." You say, without meeting her gaze, your hands fiddling with the loose threads of your jeans. "Even if he made mistakes, even if volunteers kept dying, he could still be in charge. Because it worked for me, so it would work for others."

"What happened to you?" she risks asking and you sniffle.

"What happens to valuable merchandise, of course." You reply darkly. "I was sold." Wanda chokes softly, but you force a sad smile and keep talking. "I was 10, maybe younger. The program was complete, Strucker decided it was time to show off his new triumph. At his request, I created my first fixed identity at that time, to make it easier to find clients. To have a trademark, I guess. But with each buyer, they wanted something different. The Slayer, Mighty Samuel, Scorpion, Dark Diamond, any weird name they wanted. Any face they needed. For any service they paid for." The way your jaw tenses makes Wanda understand what is hidden between your words. Everything that was left out of the Shield and Avengers files, simply because they didn't know you were all those people.

Wanda reaches for your hand, interlacing your fingers together. "If it's too painful, you don't have to talk about it."

You squeeze back, shaking your head. "No, it's fine. I can talk about it, it's been a while. And Val, hm, she put me in therapy for a while. So I could talk about the program, my past, for her records."

"Tell me about her." Wanda asks because this doesn't just sound like a contractor and employee relationship. You sigh, nodding.

"I was 16 when the CIA caught up with me. It was no challenge, of course. But the agent who found me, Valentina Fontaine, had intel on me. At the time, Hydra and Shield shared the same name, so I couldn't tell who was a friend so easily. But Valentina? Oh, she knew a lot. She didn't care about the coats of arms one would wear, she just had a particular interest in special individuals. But she didn't approve of the way I was being enslaved. Barbaric she called. She charmed me, so, so easily. She was always very good with words. Manipulative. She got me to take her to my owner at the time, said she would give me my freedom." You sighed tiredly. "But when I took her to him, the rest of her team revealed themselves. They killed anyone who tried to fight and imprisoned the rest. My master, my boss." You correct yourself as you feel Wanda complains about the title. "He swore he was going to kill me for the betrayal. So Val shot him in front of me, and said that from then on, I owed her my life."

"You don't owe her anything. You know that, don't you?" Wanda retorts immediately, but you move uncomfortably as if the idea was already craved in your mind, and remind Wanda of how Bucky feels about the Winter Soldier and everything Hydra has put him through.

"I can think about it rationally, but practically? No, it's not that simple." You murmur, adjusting yourself to turn your whole body towards Wanda, your fingers playing with hers. "Valentina didn't use me, not like the others did. She bought me a place, gave me a name." You laugh weakly. "Of course, she couldn't say she'd got me in a dirty shed in Madripoor. No, she had to lie. She let me be Lady Fontaine, a distant relative of hers. She paid me very well for any service. I could travel wherever I wanted, have my own teams. I was free."

"As long as you kept working for her."

You swallow, agreeing. "Yeah, as long as I kept doing the job." You mutter. "But for someone like me, the life I had before, the deal was not bad, not at all. The whole sense of freedom. But then... I met you. Suddenly all those expensive things I could buy, all the adrenaline of a new robbery, everything stopped making sense if I didn't have you by my side.”

Wanda smiles tenderly, leaning in to steal a kiss from you. It's quick, but deep enough to make you sigh against her lips.

"Nothing and no one will ever keep us apart again, detka. I promise." Wanda whispers, her arms going to your shoulders so she can hug you and sit on your lap. You melt into the warm sensation, hugging her back with the same intensity.

It takes you by surprise, of course, and a moment later, Wanda hurries away.

"Is something wrong?" But she's already stumbling out of bed, running for the bathroom. "Wanda?" You barely get to your feet and hear her throwing up. First, your body goes into full alert, and then you sigh and relax as you remember: Pregnant girlfriend.

When you reach the door, it slams shut in your face, still shining with red magic. You chuckle.

"Don't come in here. It's disgusting." Wanda grumbles from inside, but you shake your head in disbelief and open the door, reaching up to hold her hair, calming any protests with a caress on her back as Wanda flushes all her lunch down the toilet.

"Can I run you a hot bath?" you suggest, still holding her hair. Wanda nods weakly, and you smile briefly.

You walk away to the bathtub while hoping that her state is enough for her not to notice your racing thoughts about keeping a pregnant woman in those conditions.

-&-

Wanda gets shot in the stomach. You wake up with a jolt.

The motel room is poorly lit, and you realize you've fallen asleep sitting up. Wanda sleeps deeply beside you, and you sigh before leaving the bed.

The bathroom light is the only one on in the room and gives away the previous activities - Wanda's nauseated state for almost the entire night. Perhaps the events were the reason for your nightmares.

Knowing that your girlfriend would easily notice your discomfort and end up waking up due to the nature of her powers, you left the room to get some air, and maybe push those thoughts away.

Given the time of night, the motel was quiet. But the figure smoking on the balcony made you take a deep breath.

"Hi, Nat."

The widow wasn't startled, she'd probably heard you coming out. She mumbled the greeting back, taking a long drag before offering the item to you. Your response was a dismissive nod.

"Sorry about the smoke." She says, and you scratch your eyes for a moment, shrugging in a sign that you weren't really bothered by it.

The next moment, you ask: "Rough night?"

Natasha gives a small laugh. "You have no idea." She retorts, attracting your curiosity. But the concern in her eyes is for Wanda's safety, she realizes, and quickly clarifies: "Nothing affecting your little witch, relax."

Despite feeling a weight leave your shoulders, you adjust your body towards the widow. "I know we're not friends and that this is a situation of necessity, but I'm grateful for the way you're keeping us safe. If there's anything I can do to help you with your problem, please don't hesitate to ask."

The sincerity of the words surprised her for a moment. And then, after another swallow, Nat laughs lightly and comments: "If you have any solution for a broken heart, I'll take it."

You frown, absorbing her words for a moment. Nat almost immediately looks away, busy smoking as if hoping that the cigarette would take away all the pain she was feeling. Your mind is racing with all the things you've been entrusted with about the widow, be it work-related or the little socializing of the last few months.

You don't have enough to know exactly what Natasha is saying, but it occurs to you that she must really need to speak to someone about it, at least enough to mention it to you.

"What happened?"

The next laugh that escapes her is a sad one. "Nothing you can fix it."

"I wasn't intending to anyway." You respond gently, offering her a smile. "I'm just here to listen. If you need to talk to someone."

"I have people to listen to me, thank you." She snaps back, and you sigh tiredly before stepping away from the edge.

You nod and retort; "All right, Romanoff, sorry for intruding." And you turn away, heading for the stairs.

But from the balcony, Nat only lets you go down two steps before saying; "I was engaged. Past tense." And you raise a frown in surprise at her, only for Nat to sigh, looking like she's going to burst into tears at any moment. "Like I said, it's nothing you can help me with."

But you rest your waist on the railing and keep looking up. "I'm sorry, the Captain is an asshole-"

"What?" Nat cuts you off with a grimace. "I wasn't talking about Steve!"

"Oh, I'm sorry, I assumed you two-" But Nat bursts into laughter, and you shut up. It's better that she's laughing than crying anyway.

Wiping away tears of laughter, she shakes her head. "I understand why Wanda likes you. Your cluelessness is hilarious."

"I'll take that as a compliment."

Nat chuckles briefly, taking one last drag before putting out her cigarette. She rests her elbows on the edge and looks down at you.

"Agent Hill was my fiancée." She explains, more gently than before. "We had a plan. One that didn't involve me switching sides and ending up fleeing across Europe."

You offer Nat a look of understanding. She sighs, looking away so you don't see her tears.

"Let me guess, Miss Hill believes you prioritized the Avengers over the life you planned together?"

Nat chuckles humorlessly, humming in agreement. She looks at you again with watery eyes. "Don't you think she's right?"

You sigh. "I think things are more complicated than that."

"They certainly are." Nat mutters tiredly. She swallows dryly, pushing her own emotions away before looking at you with a certain determination. It's going to be about you now. "How long are you going to keep this up, Y/N?"

It's your turn to sigh and cross your arms. Your gaze wanders away. Natasha decides to press.

"There are hundreds of bounties on you." She says. "You've annoyed too many people."

"I know."

"And Wanda needs to see a doctor-"

"Natalia." You cut her off, and her given name catches her off guard. She falls silent, staring at you intently. You sigh. “"I'll go where Wanda goes. No more leaving. I'm tired of running away."

Natasha remains quiet and thoughtful for a long moment. When she suddenly laughs dryly and offers you the cigarette again, you think it's best to accept.

"I think I just got Maria's point." She mumbles in annoyance, and you're a little taken aback by the tears in her eyes. But you try to take a drag on the cigarette, and start coughing, and it works to make Nat laugh and help you instead of crying. She takes the cigarette back, and gives you one last pat on the back, her hand staying in place instead of moving away. "That girl loves you with all her heart, Y/N. She'll follow you if you ask her to, so I beg you, make your decisions with your head, not your heart. Don't put her in danger that you can't protect her from."

You look at Nat. "Do you think that's what you're doing for Maria? Protecting her?"

"This isn't about Maria and me."

But you pull away from Nat's touch, looking at her hard. "I think it is." You insist seriously. "I can't protect Wanda from anything, and I don't need to. She's infinitely more powerful than I am. And I certainly won't be plotting decisions without her. If she decides to leave with me, that's her choice. Not any of yours, and maybe that's the problem with the Avengers, huh? You have a bad habit of putting your members in no-win situations."

Nat forces a smile. "Yes, we're the ones who are wrong not to want Wanda running around with a thief." She ironizes it, and you swallow, your gaze tired and disappointed. Nat is upset, and well, you're the easiest target here. That doesn't mean it doesn't hurt. "Excuse me, for not wanting her in Madripoor, surrounded by the Chinese Mob!"

You sniffle lightly, shaking your head. "Do you know who's in Madripoor, Natalia? Your old colleague, Sharon Carter. The one who sacrificed her career for what you and Steve did. The one who was abandoned by you two without hesitation. Just like Clint did it, for whom Wanda's twin brother died and for whom she accepted this position. He abandoned her without looking back. Because that's what the Avengers do for each other, isn't it?" you retort angrily. "But I am the villain. I'm the one who stays and takes care of Wanda no matter what and makes her my priority, and I'm still the wrong one. Even though I'm not the one who let her end up in a fucking straitjacket, locked up like an animal!"

You don't realize you're screaming, but for a whole moment, all you can see is that damn newspaper photo of how Wanda looked, how she was captured. Nat's cheeks are wet, but she doesn't lose her posture.

You chuckle humorlessly. "You've got a damn nerve acting like you're better than me, Romanoff. Especially you."

"Don't go there." She warns with a dangerous look, but you shake your head.

"What would be the point?" You retort. "I'm over the past, but I can't say the same for you. You're pushing Agent Hill away because you're afraid of who you were, you're afraid that anger is still there. You're not giving Maria the choice to love you completely. And I'm not going to make the same mistake with Wanda."

With one last hard look at Nat, you turn to leave. Deciding that you need to take a walk and calm your nerves before going back to your room.

#wanda maximoff x reader #wanda x reader #heart shaped series #wanda maximoff series

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writerslittlelibrary · 10 months ago

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Hello! I hope you are fine :)

This thought just popped into my head. So we are blackhill’s daughter (and maybe wanda’s girlfriend) and we are deaf. So all the avengers are super supportive obviously. In one party we are having a good time with everyone until we go for a drink. While ordering a guy approaches (maybe shield agent or something) and wants to hit on us but we can’t hear him so we don’t pay attention. He notices our hearing aids and thinking that they are earplugs or earphones he takes them off and starts harassing us.

One of the avengers (or Wanda, Nat or Maria) notices and they come to our aid.

No rush or anything, take your time :DD 💚

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summary: when a guy approaches you at a Stark party, you are unable to hear him. what happens when he gets offended because he thinks he is being ignored?

pairing: Blackhill x deaf daughter reader

warnings: harassment, curse words, idiot guy, his nose gets broken so all is well in the end

genre: angst, fluff

words: 1589

a/n: I loved this request so much!! It is such an original and creative idea 🥰 (sorry it's a little short)

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

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You inability to hear had never been a problem. Your moms were blessed with you when you were two years old. You have been deaf since birth. Apparently it was too difficult for your biological parents to raise a deaf child, so they give you up for adoption. That, however, had never been easy.

There weren’t a lot of people that were ready for the responsibility of caring for a deaf child. However, after two years of foster care, Natasha and Maria finally came along.

It had been their dream for many years to adopt a little baby girl to add to their family.

You grew up in an incredibly loving home. Natasha already knew some sign language because of Clint, but after adopting you her and Maria, and all the other Avengers, started learning sign language. Everyone was eager to be able to communicate with you.

Everyone on the team simply adored you, and everyone spoiled you rotten.

Tony had insisted on sending you to some prestigious, expensive private school to ensure you would be able to learn to the best of your abilities. He claimed that your lack of hearing should never get in the way of living up to your potential.

And so, the class you went too was small, and the teachers all signed while they spoke. Only when you turned 9 did you realise you were different when you noticed some people stared when you signed instead of spoke.

In the end, you couldn’t have a more loving and supportive family.

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Tonight was one of Tony’s famous parties, and after a long talk with your parents, and lots of convincing and helping out around the apartment, you were finally allowed to go.

Natasha and Maria were hesitant with letting you go to these kind of parties. They knew there probably wasn’t a safer place to be, but they always preferred one of them stay home with you as the other made an appearance. It wasn’t personal, they just didn’t like to leave you alone.

However, you were now 17. You were older and stronger, and even if anything were to happen Maria and Natasha trusted that your girlfriend, Wanda, would 100 percent be able to protect you.

And so you got dressed. You had picked out your favourite dress and Wanda had helped you put on some light make-up.

Together with your moms and Wanda you had gone to the Stark party, quickly finding the other Avengers and catching up with them. It had been a few days since you had been in the tower. Sure, that might not sound like a lot, but you were used to seeing the other Avengers almost every day, so missing a few days made a bigger impact than others might think.

After an hour or two, you had gotten quite thirsty.

‘I’m getting a drink,’ you signed towards your moms and you got up. Natasha smiled and spoke as she signed. “Can you get me my favourite?” she asked, and you smiled as you nodded, turning around to head to the bar.

When you arrived at the bar you smiled as you saw your favourite bartender. Tony was a man who preferred to have a selected group of trusted staff, and so, at every party, event or gathering the same bartenders, security and servers could be found.

John smiled at you as he spoke and signed, asking you what you would like to drink.

That was an other thing Tony paid a lot of attention to. People were lined up for miles to join his staff, yet Tony had quite a list of requirements they all had to meet. One of those were that they had to know sign language. He wanted every Avenger to be able to communicate with his staff, even the small Avenger.

You gave John your order as you went to sit down on a barstool, sighing as you leaned your elbows on the bar, resting your head in your hands.

Because of your position you were unable to see a guy approaching you from your left.

“Hello there beautiful. What’s a pretty little girl like you doing alone at a party like this?” he asked. You, of course, ignored him, unable to hear what he was saying. You didn’t even realise there was someone standing next to you.

“Hey! I’m talking to you!” he spoke as he raised his voice. Again, you didn’t reply.

The man took a step closer, taking a good look at your face before he noticed the hearing aids that were stuck in your ears. You didn’t use them often. Tony had made them for you when you were 14 because you wanted to know what it was like to hear, but to be honest, you didn’t like all the noise from the world in the slightest.

You were wearing your hearing aids tonight but you hadn’t even thought about turning them on. People always communicated with you through sign anyway.

John was busy making you and your moms’ drink while the guy was contemplating what to do.

After a second his frustration got the best of him and he reached towards you, ripping the hearing aid from your ear and throwing it on the ground, crushing it with his boot.

You, startled from the sudden movement and force you felt on your left ear, stumbled from the barstool, standing up to face the man.

“What the hell are you for spoiled brat! You think it’s okay to come to a party like this with earplugs?! Hey! I’m talking to you!”

You knew he was yelling. You could notice it from the vibrations the guy’s voice left as he stood across from you. The people around you starting to look was also a dead give away.

Your eyes filled with fear as the raging man took a step closer to you, reaching his hands out to try and grab you.

You took a step backwards quickly, ready to turn around and run to find your moms.

However, you didn’t have to do anything of the sorts as you spotted a metal hand grabbing the guy’s shoulder, spinning him around. The man was so taken off guard that he didn’t notice what was going on until a flesh hand collided with his left cheek.

The force of the punch was so big it made the man lose his balance. He stumbled into the bar as he grabbed his face, mumbling something before he slumped down to the floor.

“She’s deaf, asshole!” Bucky yelled at him before moving towards you, gently cupping your face in his large hands and directing your gaze towards him, away from the guy on the floor.

“Are you okay?” he asked as he signed.

It took you a moment before responding, softly nodding as Bucky laid his hand on your back, turning you around and leading you towards the couches.

Natasha had a concerned look on her face when she noticed you and Bucky coming back to join them. You had a disorientated and confused look, and besides, once of your hearing aids was missing.

“Are you okay, Malysh?” she hurriedly asked as she signed, walking towards you quickly and running her hand over your hair.

“There was some asshole at the bar. I took care of it,” Bucky explained. He leaned towards you to plant a kiss on the top of your head before he took off, leaving you and Natasha alone, figuring you wouldn’t want to be with anyone but your moms right now.

Natasha pulled you into a hug, softly stroking your back as realisation finally dawned upon you.

It didn’t take more than a few seconds before the tears started coming. You sobbed into Natasha’s shoulder, crying out all the confusion and shock from the prior situation.

After a minute or two Natasha pulled away, cupping your face in her hands and wiping your tears with her thumbs.

‘What happened?’ Natasha signed.

‘I don’t know what I did wrong! I didn’t notice him there, I swear. And all of a sudden he ripped my hearing aid off and threw it on the ground. Then he just started yelling!’ You signed quickly, you signing a bit messy with the way you were breathing so heavily.

‘It’s okay. You did nothing wrong, I promise,’ Natasha signed back, reassuring you.

You hesitantly nodded, your tears finally stopping as you made your was back towards the other Avengers.

Natasha got Maria’s attention, signing as she spoke, “let’s go home.”

Maria immediately agreed after seeing your disorientated face, putting her drink down and excusing herself. Wanda noticed you as well, yet she figured she should just stay put. She figured you wouldn’t want to be with anyone but your moms right now.

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After arriving home you had immediately taken off your remaining hearing aid, putting it on its charger and letting yourself drop on the couch.

You moms, however, had other plans. Natasha went to pick you up, carrying you to their bedroom like you were a small child, settling you on their big bed as Natasha crawled under the covers beside you.

Maria soon joined. She carried all your favourite snacks and drinks, setting it all on her nightstand and joining you two in the bed, settling herself on the other side of you.

Natasha turned on your favourite show. It didn’t take long before your eyes started to fall close, your head falling onto Natasha’s shoulder as you fell into a deep, peaceful sleep.

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vaguesxrrow · 5 months ago

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can you PLEASE do a fic of different times the avengers find out something new about natasha. IK ITS REALLY RANDOM but i saw a prompt on PINTEREST. PINTEREST. AGES AGO and i cannot stop thinking about it. like it could be whilst shes drunk and doesnt stop talkin about secrets about herself she wouldnt usually say or like she'd tell them about the most concerning things ever happening to her in the red room and smile n shrug or smth. IDM ANY SHIPS so u can choose (or just none x). THIS IS REALLY RANDOM but THANK YOU if u actually end up writing this.

first marvel fic !! so glad it's a nat centric one bc i love her sm. that being said, i dont want to minimise how traumatic the red room was for her so im considering writing a p2 to this where she talks about it properly..

drunk natasha - blackhill

a/n: this is in the pov of tony, but there is maria/nat at the end. also all the avengers are there but sadly not all of then have dialogue :((

cws: talk of the red room (although unexplicit, pls be wary!)

wc: 492

tony probably shouldn't have spiked the booze.

how do you spike booze, you might be asking? well, if anyone asked, he would give a vague response like, "you can spike anything if you put your mind to it." if natasha romanoff - the person who had arguably been the most affected by it - asked, he would run away to save his life.

anyway, he probably shouldn't have spiked the booze, because now natasha - the person (excluding thor, steve, and bucky, because they had a biological advantage) with the highest alchohol tolerance of them all was tipsy, and rambling.

it was definitely a sight to behold.

"what booze is this?" natasha asked, for the third time that night. her russian accent was more prominent now that she was intoxicated. "oh! my favourite. when i was in the red room, one of my targets had this brand, and i... i poisoned it." her voice lowered to a whisper, and she giggled conspirationally.

tony, along with the other 5 avengers, froze. natasha had never talked about her time in the red room before, and he wasn't sure if she even wanted to now, or if it was the vodka making her loose-lipped.

bruce, who was the only one still semi-sober, began to protest. "nat, maybe you should-"

"it's fiiine, brucie." she waved him off, leaning into the cushioned couch. suddenly, she perked back up. "oh! another funny story, when i was out on a mission with another girl, we got drunk. i- i kissed her, and... it was on purpose, that time. before, we would have to kiss and stuff as part of the act, but with lyubov i wanted it."

"and stuff?" clint noted with concern. the archer had been the first to down 2 consecutive drinks, and also the first to lead a game of drunk pictionary, but now he seemed dead serious.

tony was 90% drunk himself, but even he was beginning to get worried about nat.

natasha smiled demurely, seemingly oblivious.

"how old were you?" tony blurted.

she thought about it for a while. "fourteen.” she began singing. “you just don't step inside to, to fourteen years. ha. that song was playing earlier." she made finger guns, pretending to shoot at tony while grinning. "guns n roses."

suddenly (and thankfully) maria walked in. natasha immediately greeted her girlfriend, demanding a kiss. maria complied, although it was chaste, and pulled away when nat tried to deepen it.

"what did you boys do to my girlfriend?" maria asked. "stark, i'm talking to you."

tony cringed. "i may have.. spiked the booze."

she narrowed her eyes. tony was prepared to kiss life goodbye then and there, but natasha sat up and hugged maria, awkwardly given their position. she looked down softly at her girlfriend, before giving tony another glare.

"i'm taking her back to our room," maria announced. "and i am never leaving her alone with you lot ever again."

“that's fair,” echoed steve softly.

#blackhill #natasha/maria #marvel cinematic universe #marvel #mcu fanfiction #marvel fanfiction #natasha romanoff #natasha fanfic #natasha romanov #maria hill

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romanoffsbish · 2 years ago

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Mom, Dad, I’m…

Wanda Maximoff x R

Blackhill ; Bishova ; Stony ; BuckySam

Happy Pride Angels, 🌈❤️

Warnings: Attempts at Humor. Heteros.

"Detka, can you go get some tomatoes from the garden? Steve already ate all of the freaking salsa," Wanda grumbled dramatically, falling into your arms as you were mid conversation with Natasha and Maria about their work.

"He probably intended to bottom tonight," Natasha remarks with a shit stirring grin, you cackled in solidarity, but the both of you stopped when your wives stood shoulder to shoulder with a menacing tilt to their heads.

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"Welp, those tomatoes aren't gonna pick themselves," you noted before running off, you avoided looking back, afraid to see Natasha's stony glare as you abandoned her with them.

Every man for themselves a mantra you live by, well, only when it comes to angry spouses. As an Avenger you were as selfless as the rest, but now you got to be more selfish in retirement.

Natasha, unfortunately, was your victim.

When you entered the massive greenhouse you took a second to admire your wives handiwork. The brunette had a knack for gardening, a green thumb if you will. The greenhouse was her go to place to find her zen after a day of dealing with you, Billy, Tommy, and Ella.

The witch loved you all, her beautiful family, but some days the lot of you made her feel a tad bit homicidal. On those days she gardened.

It wasn't hard to find the tomatoes, they were ripe and ready on a set of entangled vines. But before you could bring it to her, you were too enamored by the conversation your kids were having in their little cove behind the garden.

"I can't do it," Tommy groaned. "Yeah they just won't understand," Morgan Stark agreed with him, and you leaned in to hopefully garner more context for their troubled minds.

"At least Uncle Tony is bi," Raina Belova countered, "He'll be more understanding."

"Have you met our dad?" Anthony, the only Jr present, said in an incredulous manner. "He even claims Fido is gay, he's totally unhinged."

You had to put a hand over your mouth, the amusement you were experiencing was unreal.

"Couldn't be us," Elena teased, "I'm gay as hell, and Bryce here is both queer and nonbinary."

Oh goodness... Never in your days did you expect your kids to keep secrets from you, but for it to be such a silly one it honestly made you want to interrupt the conversation at hand.

To remind them that no matter what, you'd all continue to love them, but it was too funny.

"Mama is going to be mad," Celeste Belova added, "She always said being gay is the way."

"I thought she was ace?" Billy inquired. "She is, but that doesn't make her any less gay."

After the conversation moved on to who they were crushing on you snuck back to the party. The overall consensus being that every last one of your collective brood, besides your youngest, Ella, who was only five, and Natasha and Maria's powerful duo, said they're straight.

"Where have you been?" You ignored your wife, handing her the basket of ingredients while calling all of your friends to the dining room. Tony whined, "What is so important?"

"You guys will not believe what I just heard..."

Wanda rolled her eyes as you spun your tale, she chopped up the tomatoes, jalapeños and onions as you enamored the group of friends.

"Thank God we're safe," Maria teased, turning to her wife with a genuinely relieved smile. "Right? Can you imagine having to attend two straight weddings? And pretend to like it?"

"Oh jeez," you gasped, "I didn't think of that."

Wanda tossed the ingredients into a bowl as the lot of you bantered back and forth, her patience already running thin with you all.

"Y/N, this joke isn't funny." Yelena shook her head in defiance when you reminded her that this wasn't a joke. "You don't know what you are talking about. Must be hearing loss..."

Kate put a hand on her wife's shoulder, "It's true Lena, they've both told me already."

"You traitor!" Yelena ripped her arm away as if the raven haired woman had burned her skin.

You now worried that you'd inspired divorces.

"No," Tony gasped, shaking his head in fear as the unexpected reality set in. "You're lying, you have to be. No son of mine is straight!"

"Honey," Steve called out for him, "It'll be okay, we always knew it would be a possibility."

"It most certainly is not okay," he grimaced, then in a flash he was outside, calling for your children to gather around the hibachi station.

"Where's the fire pops?" Morgan jests, but quickly zips her lips as she sees her dad looking as if he was on the verge of a breakdown.

"Tell me Y/N's lying," he pleads, "That you're not straight, my fragile ticker can't take this."

"Tony!" Steve shrieked, "Don't use an old ailment to guilt the kids into being gay..."

"Stay out of this babe!" He growled, "As far as I am concerned they're gay. Y/N's a liar."

"Am not!" You gasped, "They're all heteros."

"Not us!" Bryce interjected. "We're queer."

"That's our precious babies," Natasha coo'd, arms opened wide for her kids to run into, and the both of their teens instantly ran at her.

Bucky and Sam had entered your backyard just as the revelation took place. You all watched as they took three steps back, baby carrier in hand as they looked to your kids as if they were all diseased. "We're just being cautious."

You snorted softly, "We understand fellas."

Wanda glared at you, but you remained unfazed for now. Too busy finding the dramatics entertaining to see the horror. Wanda saw it though, she looked out to see all of the kids wearing terrified expressions. She was about to console them, but then a fight broke out beside you, and you had to laugh.

"This is all your fault Kate Belova!" Yelena shrieked, "It was all of that organic mac and cheese you fed them when I was on missions!"

"Mac and cheese being healthy doesn't make a child straight," Kate shrieked back, hands running down her face as she realized her plans for a peaceful barbecue ended with this.

"If it had been orange they might have been more connected to the rainbow Kate!" Yelena went on, "It's like our gay power source."

"Well, with Wanda's garden the kids eat the entire rainbow and look at them, straight."

Yelena found your assistance unwelcome, "Keep out of this Y/N Maximoff. Your kids aren't all old enough to say yet, you still have a chance! Mine are all done... Stupid preteens"

"Well, that's not exactly true," you reasoned, "None of you have been to college yet, that's when you'll really know if you're gay or not."

Natasha, Yelena and Tony all nodded, they found your reasoning the most logical. It was a lot easier than accepting they're all straight.

"Okay, that's enough!" Wanda interjected, her tone terrifying, "Look at what you're doing to them. They can't help it if they're straight."

"I wanna be gay like mama," Ella murmured, clearly she just wanted to fit in with the crowd, and therefore you praised her, "Smart girl."

Wanda entered your mind with a warning, she smirked as you lifted Ella onto your hip, then you fell into unexpected silence by her side.

"Haha, you're like so whipped, "Yelena cackled.

Wanda glared at her. "You don't scare me wiggly woo, my kids being straight is enough."

"Yelena," Kate sighed, "Knock it off, and try telling the girls that you love them."

"Of course I love them," she rushed out angrily, "That's not even a question, they're moy deti."

(My babies)

Celeste and Raina ran into the blondes side, their tears of relief soaked into her shirt, and made her see they were genuinely scared this would lose them her love. "Shh, mama loves you always, even if you make dumb choices."

Tony and Steve were in a standoff of sorts, the billionaire sipped on his margarita slowly as they appeared to be having a conversation with only their eyes. Tony rolled his, but after a moment of incoherent grumbling he nodded. Morgan and Tony Jr. approached their dads after being called forward, Steve embraced them first, and wholly. Tony gave them both side hugs, and whispered that he just needed time to cope, but he loved them regardless.

Then you heard him brush by with his son, begging him to take it back, only to find out his son was in a long term relationship with a girl. That study buddy of his was so much more...

Like father, like son you suppose.

You looked out to see your boys stood side by side, Billy gripped Tommy's hand for dear life. Wanda was about to call them over, but you beat her to it as guilt overwhelmed your heart. The boys scurried over, and Wanda sent you an adoring smile as you kissed the both of their heads, and hugged them tight. "I love you," falling from all of your lips in succession.

After everyone had time to process the news, the vibe returned to one of relaxation. Wanda set up the grill for Sam, and the master chef himself began to put on a show for everyone.

Once the plates were served you all moved to the fire pit, where you talked about all you'd missed in each other's life while the younger kids sat in front of the projector playing Up.

Then, as the sun officially fell, everyone began to clear out. Saying their goodbyes at the front door, where you hugged each kid, an apology of sorts on your lip for the drama you stirred. Each one forgave you, some even thanked you for finally getting the conversation over with.

When everyone was officially gone you moved back outside to clean up. Tommy helped you, while Billy helped clean the kitchen so that Wanda could focus on Ella's bath, and bedtime.

It was an entire hours worth of work, you were beyond exhausted as you fell into the mattress. You nearly passed out without your wife, but soon enough Wanda slipped into the bed. She wore a thoughtful expression, weighing out whether to disturb you or not, but she soon reasoned you'd appreciate her words, "Detka..."

"Yes baby?" You rolled onto your side, using your elbow to prop yourself up so you could look down at her. She looked to you with a warm smile, then she was yawning, "Don't worry." She paused to pull you into her arms before whispering in your ear: "Billy was not being honest. We do indeed have a gay son."

You laughed so hard tears streamed down your face and pooled in the crook of your equally as amused wife's neck. That was the last thing you expected to hear from her, if anything you had anticipated a continuation of her scolding.

"I'll scold you more tomorrow," she teased, "But for now, we should get some sleep."

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mothman-can-write · 10 months ago

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hi !!! i saw u said you were open for prompts, i mean this is kinda less of a prompt really, but like i loved that blackhill mission transcript thing you did a while ago and would be really cool to see some more stuff in the same vein ig ! but also maybe something like a kinda blackhill first meeting kinda thing idk !! i just love your work tho ! you really have the ability to make me feel all the emotions

OOOOO i just thought of this whilst writing this but maybe something like with clint teasing nat ab having like feelings for maria or something ?? idk i just love ur writing ! sorry these are kinda shitty hahah

NGL I took this prompt and mangled it in my hands. I heard first meeting and my brain was immediately like well that could go seventeen thousand different ways, so I sorta mashed in Clint's teasing to go along with it and made it a little more suggestive than outright shippy. Realistically, I think if Natasha is only meeting Maria for the first time, she's probably still in a place where she's not totally open to such self indulgent things as having a crush

Also, this isn't a mission transcript but I'd love to do more of them that one was really fun! I just don't really have any good ideas for the sort of things they'd have to talk about in the field besides dying haha

ANYWAY enough rambling, though you're all familiar with my inability to shut up these days. ~3k under the cut of Clint being a ballache and nat being sceptical but gay

The only person that doesn’t treat Natasha like she’s a project – or a live wire – is Clint. He’d had his fair share of looking at her with those careful eyes, something behind them that made her teeth itch in her gums like some trained dog. He doesn’t do that so much anymore, not unless she’s in a particular state and doing a very bad job at hiding it. She likes him, she thinks. He might be one of the first people in her entire life that she can truly say she likes.

Naturally, she finds herself in his quarters more often than her own. She lays on his bed as he works on something probably explosive enough to kill them both if he sneezes, and she ignores the pip of her emails as she braids a small strip of hair under her ear. She’s bored, if she’s honest, but she doesn’t want to waste her first free morning of the past fortnight on something so trivial as emails. Or helping Clint.

“You not gonna answer her?” he says without looking up from his work. He holds it close to his face, something far too small in his tweezers.

Natasha’s fingers pause in untangling her braid. “How do you know who it is?”

He still doesn’t turn in his seat, matter of fact when he speaks. “You have a different tone for Hill.”

“How did you figure that out?” She tries not to scowl at him, but she still isn’t used to feeling so see-through. Quite frankly, she’d like to be as opaque as possible, but she seems to have grown rather attached to someone with x-ray vision.

Clint puts his miniature contraption down and turns to her at last. She’s not fond of the smile on his face as he leans over the back of his chair. “You’re not the only spy on the ship. Also, you weren’t trying very hard to hide it.”

“Her emails are usually more important,” Natasha argues, not quite sure why she feels the need to defend herself on it.

Clint grins ever wider. “I never asked why. I just thought you had a massive crush on her.”

Natasha scowls fully this time. “I’ve never met her.”

He shrugs. “I don’t know what’s in those emails.”

“Shut up.”

She reaches for her phone anyway and pointedly ignores the way Clint watches her. The email is much the same as they always are, telling her about meetings and progress and such. She’s overtly professional in every one, but now that she’s thinking about it, Natasha likes the words she uses – just slightly like she enjoyed reading dictionaries as a child. Very, very rarely, Maria will let something slip in her emails that is almost like humour, and Natasha doesn’t tell Clint that she actually does enjoy receiving emails from her just for the fact that she feels a little special when that happens. She’s heard the rumours; she knows not to expect giggles and grins when it comes to the Assistant Director.

In the end, she doesn’t bother to respond to the email anyway and Clint has already turned back to his work. “Not in the mood to sext her back?”

She scowls at the back of his head. “It sounds like Laura needs to watch her back.”

“Oh, god,” he laughs. “Gross. Absolutely not. Not my type.”

“What makes you think she’s mine?”

“You need someone to match your weirdness.”

Natasha wishes she had something to throw at him. She won’t admit that she intrigues her in small ways. She doubts she’s any different from every other CEO and government lead in the world, but some small part of her feels thankful to her faceless emails. She could’ve easily overridden Clint’s choice, could’ve had her put down before she could even think to beg for forgiveness. But she’d given her a chance, and she’d kept in contact despite her supposed overbooked schedule every day since. Maria held her life in her hands at one point, and she’d given her another shot at it.

Despite everything, Natasha still doesn’t sleep well. Or, rather, because of everything, she supposes. One good month doesn’t erase a lifetime of bad – and she’s really a little hesitant to say that this month has even been good in many senses of the word. She wonders if the nights will ever get easier on her with time, or if she’s stuck with these hours of restlessness and sweat for the rest of her life. It’s not a nice thing to think about, and it doesn’t really do all that much to distract her from the shadows that still play behind her eyelids or the way the shapes of the room still seem to swim around the edges. So, she swings her legs over the side of her bed and scrubs at her face with her hands. She can appreciate, at the very least, that she isn’t handcuffed to her bed here. Somehow, that had been a hard thing to get used to. She still sleeps with one arm by the headboard.

There aren't many things to do at this hour. Clint has told her countless times that she’s perfectly welcome to pester him at any time of the night if it would make her feel even minutely better. He says he understands, and she believes him enough from the way his past lines his own face, but it doesn’t make it any easier to put into practice.

She doesn’t have a plan as she steps out into the corridors. She dresses like she’s going to the gym on the off chance that she might be able to sneak into it and punch something until she’s sweaty for reasons more tangible. She wishes the firing range was usable at this hour, but she’s sure that’s much less subtle. Still, there are some nightmares you can only really feel better by shooting at. Maybe she’ll bat her eyelashes into an hour or so at the targets tomorrow.

She passes the odd agent as she trails around the corridors and considers that the ship never really sleeps entirely. There’s always someone on the night shift, always someone pottering around with something. She thinks it would be nice to work when it’s so quiet. Maybe she should ask about changing her hours. It might be a little soon.

The gym isn’t so far from her quarters, and by the time she reaches it her shirt still feels sticky at her back and her stomach still feels like it’s alive in her ribcage. Her hopes are low enough to limbo as she presses her hand to the door, and she could almost sigh with relief when the door opens easily. She’s not against breaking in, but she likes to think she’s been doing a pretty good job of building a better reputation lately. Maybe not socially, but Maria’s emails haven’t managed to sound short lately – not since the last time she’d bypassed what she maintains was a criminally simple encryption on one of Clint’s jobs.

The gym is utterly silent at this time of the morning, which is entirely unsurprising. She doubts anyone else sensible gets out of bed for another hour or two, let alone starts their training regime. Generally, agents are allowed the privilege of breakfast before they’re worked to the bone. Natasha’s never been a fan of food so early in the morning.

She doesn’t really know when she fell out of the habit of scanning each room on this ship like someone will be waiting to haul her out of it, and she blames it firmly on her lack of sleep and nightmare slurred thoughts when she doesn’t notice the other body in the gym until it’s too late.

“I did wonder,” someone says, and Natasha’s attention snaps to one of the benches on the far side, half covered from the entrance.

It takes Natasha an almost embarrassingly drawn out moment to place her features, and she’s sure she only half succeeds in hiding her surprise into an intrigued eyebrow. The Assistant Director didn’t really strike her as the type to be in the gym when everyone is supposed to be sleeping.

“Wonder what?” she asks instead of every other question that gnaws at her head. She stays firmly planted in the middle of the room.

“Who would come in at this time.”

Oh. She’s not wondering about Natasha. She doesn’t really know what that feels a mote disappointing. She hates it when Clint asks how she’s sleeping. Maybe she just doesn’t like lying to him.

“I thought it would be empty.”

Maria places her water bottle beside her on the bench and makes absolutely no move to stand up yet. Somehow, Natasha finds it unnerving, even if she’s taller here. “It usually is,” she says simply.

Her eyes bore into her in a way that makes the back of her neck crawl. Something about her says that she’s calculating, that she’s looking at Natasha and breaking her down into little bite sized pieces. Natasha has never liked being dissected. Maria’s eyes are very blue.

“Do you usually spend your mornings here?” she asks, if only to stop Maria from burning holes into her skull and reading her thoughts directly.

It works, in the way that her gaze flicks away for the briefest moment before pinning her again in that same cool tone. “I guess you could call this morning.”

“That doesn’t answer my question.”

Maria’s eyes soften ever so slightly around the corners, and Natasha would almost call it a squint. “I’ve made a bit of a habit at this point, yes.”

She almost seems reluctant to admit it, and Natasha can’t help the way she wants to pick this woman apart. She has always liked puzzles, and people are just some of the more complex the world has to offer. She thinks she understands the rumours a little more now, even through this uncanny meeting. She wonders if Maria feels her own searching gaze as intently.

Maria stands at last, and Natasha had almost forgotten how tall she is. She thinks she preferred it when she was sitting. “Don’t let me stop you,” she says, and Natasha is silently thankful for the way that answers her question. Again, not that she wouldn’t break the rules. It’s just much harder to make an excuse when the Assistant Director is the one who catches you.

“I would’ve expected the AD to send me back to my quarters,” she notes, as forward as ever when it gets her information. She’ll admit this woman seems to be intriguing. She’s curious as to just why she’s indulging her so far.

Maria’s expressions are all very small, mere suggestions of emotions that only make Natasha want to pick her apart. “That would make me more of a hypocrite than I already am,” she says simply, almost smiling. “Are you getting on okay?” she asks instead , and her eyes are on her like she’s deciphering her again. She’s closer now, making direct eye contact, and Natasha holds it like a game. “Besides the obvious, of course.”

Natasha tries not to scowl. God, does she hate when people pretend like they know her. “What’s the obvious?”

Maria raises one eyebrow ever so slightly, her expression caught somewhere to amusement. “Did the Red Room have you in the routine of training at four in the morning?”

“Sometimes.” They both know that’s not the reason that she’s here, as much as Natasha wishes Maria didn’t.

Her eyes are almost soft. Almost like she truly cares about her. Natasha doesn’t like to let herself believe the sort of things that might cost her later. “Half of the people on this ship struggle with it, Romanoff,” she says, nearly gentle in the silence around them. “You don’t have to be ashamed of it.”

She can almost imagine her setting a heavy hand on her shoulder as she says it, though Maria remains in her own space. She’s still slightly too close for what Natasha is used to however, and it’s the first time she realises the darkness under her eyes. Her face is lined, something bone deep that she doubts ever goes away. It lends her a certain sort of…imperfection that makes her seem a whole lot more human. For everything she’s heard, though she knows to take gossip with a healthy grain of salt, she could almost imagine Hill to be some sort of robot, some living excel sheet.

Standing in front of her, she sort of just looks like a woman who could do with some sleep. She looks like a woman who has spent the last who-knows-how-many hours beating out her own past the same way Natasha intends to. She won’t call it affection. It doesn’t mean Natasha likes the way she looks straight through her any more.

“You have any tips?” she says, aiming for something playful. She really, really just wants her to stop looking at her like she can figure her out right here in the middle of the room. Maybe if she seems better than she is, she’ll leave her alone. She’d rather her conduct a genuine vivisection out on the boxing ring floor if she’s going to continue to examine her.

She’s certain Maria almost smiles at that, a tug at the corner of her lips that is almost sad, almost conspirational. She shrugs ever so slightly. “Shooting things usually helps.”

Natasha tries not to scowl like a child. As if she wouldn’t be there right now if she could get away with it. “I’m on supervised arms training.”

This time, Maria does smile, though Natasha thinks she’d have missed it if she blinked. “Not from tomorrow,” she says plainly, and Natasha can only watch her walk away without another word.

The door closes behind her, and Natasha lets herself furrow her eyebrows as deeply as she likes. She is overtly aware that she is not being let off of supervised training tomorrow. She’s aware that she has been seen as a weapon and an explosive since the moment Clint forgot that he was meant to shoot her. Somehow, she doesn’t think that Maria is one to tease.

It makes it very hard to punch things as effectively as she’d like to when she can only think after Maria. She wonders what keeps her up at night. She wonders what else she does to get rid of the shadows. She wonders why on earth she would let her off of the hook so early. For all they know, Natasha might decide to defect back. She might’ve been biding her time until she could get a hand on one of those guns outside of the range. She’d never even dream of it, of course. She’d rather be supervised for every split second a gun is in her hands for the rest of her life than have to go back to her life before. She wonders just how deep Maria managed to dig. She wonders if she really is all that transparent after all.

She finds herself in Clint’s quarters again as thoughtlessly as breathing. Every spare minute in her schedule that lines up with his, she’ll spend hiding from the rest of the world. This time, she’s sitting in his chair, her knees resting against the edge of his desk so that she can spin it slightly from side to side. Clint is behind her in his bunk, his arms tucked up behind his head and his eyes closed. It’s only 2pm. Natasha wishes she could have a nap too.

“Is she always like that?” she says on a whim, her thoughts still stuck on tired eyes and snap decisions.

“Like what?” Clint asks, completely brushing over her lack of context.

“So…intense.”

“Ah, we’re back on Hill. Yes.” He falls silent again, and Natasha listens to his breath. “Hold on.” His eyes open and his head turns on his pillow to face her. “Did you meet her? When?”

“This morning.”

“You were at the range this morning.”

“Before that.”

“You were asleep before that.” She doesn’t answer, and that tells him everything in as little effort as possible. “Natasha.”

She doesn’t meet his eye. “It’s better than moping.”

“You don’t need to mope. You can come wake me up.”

“But then you don’t sleep.”

“Tasha, do you really think I’m sleeping well either half the time?”

She stays silent again, staring intently at the dimples Clint’s chair has made in the carpet.

“How did you even find her?” he asks eventually, giving up the argument for the countless time. “She’s practically booked to the minute.”

“She was in the gym when I got there.”

“I’m going to skip over the fact that you’d rather punch something until you bleed than come and bug me. Was it worth it? Was she all sweaty and hot? Did you two finally canoodle in person?”

She doesn’t dignify his jokes with a response, her thoughts plain in her expression. “I don’t think she sleeps well either. She looked tired.”

Clint grins a little. “You paying attention to her face?”

Natasha scowls at him. “It’s normal to look someone in the eye.”

“Mhm…” He retucks his arms under his head, settling back against his pillow. “It’s for sure normal to think about them all morning.”

“She took me off of probation,” she says, almost in a rush, like maybe this will change the subject – maybe a little bit like she’s admitting something.

“Oh you definitely have a crush on her. It’s like she’s trying to get in your pants. Remind me never to read your emails.”

Natasha only squints at him, wishing once again that she had something appropriate to throw. The urge distracts her enough that she never does reject the notion. And when she finds herself imagining Maria’s secret little smile in those few and far casual emails, she decides that Clint doesn’t need to know. She’s not been given many chances in her life, and she thinks she could make space in her life for two instead of one. She wonders if Maria would ever want a gym buddy on long nights and promptly decides not to think any deeper into it.

#words #tumblr exclusive #prompts #blackhill #natasha romanoff #maria hill #clint barton

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daddynattt · 2 years ago

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Okay okay I'll share more Police Officer Yelena after but just for you 😌

Might have a friend write bodyguard Maria and maybe someone else *cough* Bodyguard Nat *cough* 😏

So for Bodyguard Maria she'd definitely be tall and muscular. She'd most likely wear either a full black suit or a navy blue and black suit. She's definitely good at hand to hand combat of course as well as using a gun. She usually has her hair up in a bun. She definitely drives a black BMW maybe with blue lights and blue rims. She definitely wears a silver watch and a couple rings. (Sorry I just love women who wear rings 🤭😵‍💫)

My god would her voice be hot. She'd rarely ever talk though. Really the only time she would talk would either be talking to someone on the phone or talking to the person she's protecting. Sometimes she wouldn't even talk to the person she's protecting, she'd just nod her head or hum. The only time she really talks is with her partner(s) *coughs* Nat & Reader *coughs*. Her favorite drink would have to be Scotch. She just loves how it burns down her throat. Due to the fact she doesn't talk much people are scared of her. She just smirks when she sees someone scurry away from her or move out of the way.

I feel like she'd have a tattoo with the S.H.I.E.L.D. symbol on her somewhere and a few other tattoos that have meaning to her. Especially the day her and her partner(s) got married or became girlfriends probably both. Even though she acts tough outside of her home. She's a huge softie when she's home. She loves to cook for her partner(s). She loves to cuddle since she's a big teddy bear (don't tell her I said that please 🙏). Her favorite movies and tv shows would either have to be Horror or True Crime/Crime Fiction. She doesn't mind the other types but she prefers those ones. Her favorite food would be spaghetti with red sauce or pepperoni pizza. Her favorite dessert would definitely be chocolate cake or chocolate ice cream. She definitely drinks black coffee (I hate coffee).

I feel like she'd definitely have a tongue piercing maybe even an eyebrow piercing. She definitely has a couple ear piercings.

-Variant Anon

oh my god Bodyguard Maria was even better then i was expecting 🫠 and the fact you mentioned blackhill x reader just tops it all off. You actually described her perfectly and i’m kissing you so hard for it. (respectfully) badass bodyguard that doesn’t talk to anyone and loves scaring people away but once she’s with her partner(s) she’s a cute little teddy bear (i’m telling her) that’s super sweet and soft. (kinda sounds like me) oh man if your friend writes this i need it sent to me right away 😍 along with Bodyguard Nat

also yes send Police Officer Yelena my way😌

#my asks #variant anon #bodyguard maria

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benjinoff13 · 2 years ago

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18+

This is so niche but I need an avatrice fic like trust by mothman_can_write

#warrior nun #avatrice #there’s probably only 2 people in the world that ship both blackhill and avatrice and I hope they find this and feel the same way lmao

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dontsh0vethesun · 1 year ago

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20 Author Questions

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

92 somehow???

2. What's your total AO3 word count?

351,397

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Marvel and Criminal Minds primarily, some Abbott Elementary as well as a couple others

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

ughhhh i don't like a couple of these anymore but

Undercover Lovers

Kinktober 2022

3 girls 1 bed (lol)

Jealousy's a beautiful thing

So Sweet

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

i reply to some, though should reply to more; i generally forget or literally just become so awkward i have no clue what to say so choose nothing over an awkward and duplicated response

6. What's the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

ummmm, maybe

without you, without them

and

the curse of cupid (idk i'm a bit of a whore for a fluffy fic with a sudden angsty end)

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

probably boomerang ??

8. Do you get hate on fics?

not regulary, but it has happened (my favourite was being called a 'fake lesbian' for writing melissa schemmenti cheating on her boyfriend)

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

yeaaahhhh, i'm a slut <3 idk what kind??? gay? filth?

10. Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written?

i haven't but i did plan a marvel/criminal minds one aaaaggesss ago

11. Have you ever had a fiction stolen?

i hope not lmao

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

not as far as i know

13. Have you ever co-writtten a fic before?

not yet. me and @demonicbaby666 have planned one but we're both procrastinators soooooo

14. What's your all-time favorite ship?

i don't really ship much so don't have a favourite; i do like supercorp though as well as early season jemily/later season temily, maybe some blackhill and wandanat sprinkled in idk

15. What's a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

vampire emily prentiss x serial killer reader has been started and sitting in my drafts since last october

16. What are your writing strengths?

i come up with bazillionjillions of ideas

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

i do not write these ideas, i also get bored/procrastinate/never actually finish fics etc etc etc

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

i like it but don't do it loads; i only ever use languages i have at least a basic level of conversationalist fluency in. that way, i don't have to solely rely on google translate.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

criminal minds, i think? could have been marvel - all of those early ones are embarrassing to even think about omg

20. Favorite fic you've ever written?

i kinda like emily, i'm sorry idk though

tagging @demonicbaby666 and @mostlymarvelsstuff

20 Author Questions

I was tagged by @ellegreenawayslover thanks :)

1. How many words do you have on AO3?

I have 263 for my sins.

2. What's your total AO3 word count?

648, 503

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Criminal minds right now, but I have writtten for Cell Block H and Farscape too - although they aren't on AO3.

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

TOLL

LOVING/LOVED

PATERNALLY YOURS

COLD PIZZA

RUNNING FOR TWO

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

Every single one. Because someone took the time out of their day to write a few words to me, and I need to respond in kind. It means so much.

6. What's the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

HA!!! This one:

JOB DONE

or this one....

NIGHTMARES

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Good grief... happy ending? Uhmmmm.....it is so hard to remember them all. This one is sweet. I don't do happy really, but this is sweet.

SOMETHING TO REMEMBER ME BY

8. Do you get hate on fics?

Not yet. I have done on art, but not yet on fics.

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

Naaah. Veeeeeeeeeeeeery mild schexchy on rare occasions, but not smut. I'm too shy.

10. Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written?

Nope. Don't like 'em. Don't actually watch enough TV to write one LOL

11. Have you ever had a fiction stolen?

Nope.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Nope.

13. Have you ever co-writtten a fic before?

Not really...I help another with her first story, but never co-wrote. I'm a lone wolf. I've never had a beta. Hell, I rarely read 'em myself before posting ;D

14. What's your all-time favorite ship?

I don't ship.

15. What's a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

Got a Spencer+Em/ grieving over Maeve request, but Maeve was such a pointless, dull, waste of screentime that I'm procrastinating over it.

16. What are your writing strengths?

Speed LOL Characterisation, I think.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Speed LOL I hate writing endings.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

I do it often, but rely on Google so I hope it isn't gibberish.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Farscape

20. Favorite fic you've ever written?

Soft spot for this one:

FOOTLOOSE

IS THERE LIFE AFTER DEATH?

Tagging: @storiesofsvu @milfsloverblog @weemssapphic @just-a-torn-up-masterpiece

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littleavengerfics · 2 years ago

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I just want you - Blackhill x little reader

request summary: little reader has been struggling with their past and become super clingy. But then y/n starts to regress because they feel unwell whilst their mommy Maria is in a meeting or just busy and they have to cope without her. Can you maybe include Natasha too?

Warnings: age regression, sickness, ptsd, trauma, mental health and nightmares and bottles. Also, secret Blackhill relationship because why not.

Recently, it had been a rough few days for you mentally which didn’t go unnoticed by Maria, you wanted to be around Maria constantly and not even the cuddles and love could stop the nightmares and negative thoughts from plaguing your mind.

Maria didn’t mind the lack of sleep or the constant pulling on her shirt as you begged to be picked up, not wanting to be more than an inch away from her at all times. What she did mind however, was the fact that she would eventually have to go into work. She informed Fury that you weren’t doing good, and he allowed her to work from home, but it was in their agreement that she had to attend the important meetings. She hoped it would be a while before she was called in but on day five of your screaming and crying, she got the call she had been dreading.

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“Mommy!” She could hear your cries for her from the kitchen. “Y/n sweetie mommy’s coming I’m just making your bottle, can you settle down for mommy.” Usually talking over the intercom to you soothed you down fast but this only made you more desperate.

“MOMMY!” Maria couldn’t bear your pained cries any longer so she ran to you. “Mommy” you reached out for her. “Mommy help.” Tears were streaming down your face and you were struggling to breathe.“Shh mommy’s here sweetheart.” Maria scooped you up into her arms. “Mommy.” You whimpered into her neck. It hurt her to hear you beg for her as she knew there wasn’t a lot she could do to stop your nightmares at the best of times, never mind when they were this aggressive.

“I know it’s scary baby but it’s not real, you’re safe with mommy.” Maria couldn’t do much except sway slightly as she held you tight. One hand rested on your head as she ran her fingers through your hair whilst the other rubbed your back as you clung to her. Each pat or circle on your back drew out more coughs and hiccups as you struggled to breathe.

By the time she had managed to calm you down you were falling asleep on her shoulder. All you had done the past few days was watch movies with Maria and sleep. Once you were asleep Maria would pull out her laptop and get some work done, you would soon wake up and she would put on a movie and cuddle with you then the cycle would repeat.

“Baby wake up.” Maria said softly sitting both of you down on the couch. You hummed, pulling your head out of her neck. “Hi mommy.” You smiled. It took Maria by surprise to see you in a happier mood but she was more than grateful.

“Hi baby, look what mommy got for you.” Maria cooed while holding the bottle in front of you. She couldn’t help but chuckle when you giggled and reached for it. “Here you go baby.” Maria smiled bringing the bottle to your lips. After a few minutes you had started to fall asleep again, this time Maria allowed it.

Maria continued to hold you until she heard her phone ringing from her pocket. She answered the call and it went as expected, once she got off the phone she decided to call someone else to help with you.

“Hey, Natasha?” Maria asked nervously, hoping she wasn’t busy, there weren't many other people you trusted being little around.

“Hey Maria, are you two okay?” Nat seemed tense; Maria figured she probably heard Maria’s anxiety. “Yeah, I just got called in for a meeting in an hour and I don’t have anyone to look after y/n.” Maria heard shuffling over the phone before slight jingling of keys. “I’ll be there in ten minutes.” Maria sighed with relief. “You’re a lifesaver.” She heard a chuckle down the phone before hearing Natasha’s reply. “I know.”

Nine minutes later Maria heard a knock on the door. “It’s open.” Maria shouted, making you stir. “I'm sorry love, go back to sleep.” Natasha came and sat next to you both, waking you up. "Auntie Natty" You mumbled sleepily. "Hey dorogoy, do you want to come sit with Auntie Nat for a bit?" She took you off Maria and lifted you onto her lap.

"Baby mommy has to go into work for a little bit, so I need you to be good for auntie Nat okay?" In your sleepy state you quickly agreed, wanting the woman to stop talking as a pounding in your head had started attacking you.

"That was easier than I expected." Maria chuckled as you drifted off in the Russian's arms. "I told you we will be fine, just go." Nat chuckled.Maria kissed the redhead's cheek, turning it slightly pink as the woman blushed, before turning around and leaving.

"Hey detka, it's lunchtime, can you wake up for me?" Nat asked, rubbing your back gently, your eyes flickered open and you looked up at the woman slightly confused as to where your mommy was.

"What is it dorogoy?" Natasha asked, taking notice of your confusion. "Mommy." You whined, your throat burning as you spoke. "Oh your Mommy went into work remember? She had a meeting to go to." You felt the tears building up in your eyes as the pain and sickness hit you along with the sadness of missing your mommy. You just wanted her to hold you and make you feel better.

"I know, I'm sorry. Why don't we get you some food then you can go back to sleep and I bet your Mommy will be back by the time you wake up again?" Nat carried you into the kitchen. "Are you really hungry or just a little hungry?" You shook your head, you weren't hungry at all, the pain and churning in your stomach was enough to put you off food altogether.

"Well you need to eat something at least, how about some fruit?" You shook your head again. "Why not?" You pointed to your throat, noticing Nat frown. "Does it hurt?" She asked, closing the fridge door. You gave a small nod and she let out a sigh. "What about some soup or some noodles? That won't hurt as much." You gave a small nod knowing how strict Maria was when it came to eating at least some of your food.

"Okay, then maybe we can go see your mommy once her meeting is over." Nat smiled, placing a kiss on your temple. "Mommy." You whispered, struggling to swallow. "Yeah, we can go see mommy soon. Do you want a baba? I can put some honey in it to help your throat."

You gave a small nod, she placed you on the counter and got out the supplies. “Okay I’m going to heat some soup, will you eat some of mine? Then we can go wait at mommy’s office and have a baba in the car.” You gave a small nod letting out a cough. “Poor baby.” Natasha frowned, placing a kiss on your forehead. You sat on the counter whilst she heated her food, she poured a small amount into a bowl for you, the rest she put aside for herself. “Here, can you do at least four spoonfuls for me, you need something in your tummy.”

After 6 spoonfuls Natasha could tell you had enough, the burning in your throat was becoming unbearable. “It’s okay, you did so good. Do you want to go see your mommy, she should be done soon, we can pick her up.” you gave an excited nod. “Alright! Let’s get going.” She grabbed her flask of soup before getting you ready to leave.

“Are you and teddy nice and secure?” She asked playfully, pulling on your seatbelt. “Looks like we are good.” The spy smiled at you, squeezing your hand for a minute. “Hey, you take good care of them for me.” She said pointing at the stuffed animal under your arm. You gave her a sleepy smile, watching as she closed the door and got in the driver's seat.

She gave you your bottle towards the end of the journey when you got stuck in traffic, Nat hoped Maria was still at work and you didn't miss her. She felt guilty about bringing you out when you were sick but she knew how much you needed her, she'd hate for you to have gotten your hopes up for no reason.

When she parked she noticed Maria's car where it always was and she breathed a sigh of relief. “Are you ready to go see Mommy?” You seemed to wake up at that question looking around hopefully. “Hang on, hang on.”Nat chuckled as you tried to get out of the car. She unbuckled you and held you in her arms.

“Romanoff? What are you doing here?” Nat sighed, rubbing your back. “We came to see Maria.” She answered fury and looked at you, his face dropping into a panic. “Is that agent y/n?” At this point you had started crying, the loud environment hurting your head. “Come with me.” Natasha carried you to a small room. “I will go get agent hill, you can get them settled in here.” Nat bounced you gently, trying to soothe you.

You could hear the conversation between Fury and Maria from inside. “Sir with all due respect, I need to get home to y/n.” You perked up at Maria's voice, Natasha let out a small chuckle at your sudden change of behaviour. “You have a responsibilities Agent Hill, and right now you are neglecting them.”

“I understand, but sir-”

“No, you did not tell me that Y/n was this sick. You have a responsibility to y/n and I have to say leaving them with Romanoff was a bad idea.” Natasha furrowed her brow, slightly insulted. “Why? Did something happen? They’re sick?” Hearing your Mommy panic made your anxiety rise. It had been a rollercoaster of a day and you couldn’t bear it anymore, you just wanted her to hold you.

“That’s not important you can yell at your girlfriend later right now.” Natasha snapped at his words, how did he know. “Look, let's talk about this inside.”

“Nick, I really need to get home. Apparently I need to kill Romanoff.” The russian let out a chuckle. “Well I’d say she’s doing just fine.” Fury gestured to the desk where Nat sat with you in her arms. Maria stepped inside and you both burst with excitement when you saw each other. “Hey baby.” Maria took you off Natasha.

“Mommy I no feel good.” You whined into her neck, Maria's heart broke. “It’s okay baby, mommy’s here now.” Maria frowned at natasha. “I didn’t do anything, I tried to make them feel better but they only wanted you so I figured I could bring them here.”

“Alright, let’s get you home.” Maria said, kissing your head. Maria took you home in her car whilst Nat followed in hers. “Hey little one.” Natasha opened the car door and lifted you out. “Oh, now you want Natasha hm?” Maria chuckled watching you snuggle against her. “What can I say, I'm awesome.” Nat smirked. “Mommy.” You reached your hand out for her, she took it rubbing her thumb over the back of your hand.

The pair took you inside where they set you up on the couch with blankets and your favourite movie. “Go to sleep baby.” Maria whispered, kissing your head. “Here baby.” Nat handed you a bottle before giving you another forehead kiss. “Night little one, we love you.”

“Thank you for the help today, you’re so good with them. You’re a lifesaver.” The brunette smiled, kissing the Russian's cheek.

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I loved your blackhill daughter reader fic so much literally such an ignored ship but one of my favs :,) could I pls request another blackhill daughter fic but this time set during Civil War and with us picking one of the teams and insisting to be involved but our moms (and everyone else) trying to keep us out of it kind of idea. I just think civil war had so much opportunity for dif dynamics w characters :)))

Tipping the Scales

Summary: Y/N’s mothers and the Avengers try to stop her from entering their “Civil War”.

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Y/N let out a long sigh as she finally shut the door behind herself, leaning her head back and peering up at the dimly lit ceiling light. She fished her phone out of her pocket, pushing away her thoughts about what she witnessed just moments ago. It was all she could do from letting sobs consume herself. She just needed to call her mother Maria and it’d all be fine.

Pressing on her contact and pushing the phone against her ear, the ringing felt like it was taking hours. In reality, Maria picked up half-way through the third ring, cutting it off.

“Y/N, is everything alright? Usually your phone is off when you’re at the tower,” the brunette said, her worry and confusion evident.

Y/N let out a breath before she forced her voice to be steady. “I’m probably not allowed to tell you this but — Ross just came in,” she began, saying the name like it was vermin (to her, it was). “He ordered that the Avengers stop functioning as a private organization. All the rules he wants to enforce — it’s horrible!”

There was silence for a moment. “I’m going to call Tony and get out of work for the day. Stark Industries isn’t far, I’ll be there soon,” she said.

They ended the phone call shortly after and Y/N took a couple deep breaths. She found her own reflection in the dusty mirror over the sink, and saw that a few tears had escaped onto her cheeks. Wiping them off, she told herself that it would all be okay, and then left the room.

Walking back into the conference room, nausea bubbled up in her stomach. In the short time she had escaped to the bathroom, everything had only gotten worse. At the very least, Ross left, but her family was in shambles. Steve and Tony’s faces were red as a tomato as they went back-and-forth. Every once in a while someone else jumped in with their own thoughts, but to Y/N, all their words were jumbled. Everyone sat around, deep frowns pulling down their faces.

She sank down into a seat next to her mother, who had her arms crossed and eyes trained on the table. Natasha only picked her head up when she realized her daughter had returned. “Did you call—?” she began to ask quietly, only to be cut off by Y/N’s knowing nod as a yes.

About ten minutes later and nothing had changed much — only that Y/N had now caught up on the argument. Maria entered the room, slightly out of breath. She sent Y/N a smile and quietly talked with Natasha about the ordeal.

Finally, Y/N couldn’t stand hearing Steve and Tony practically shout at each other anymore. Her chair flew back as she stood up, tears pricking at her eyes once more. “STOP IT!” She yelled, her voice cracking with her strength.

It sent a wave through the air, quieting Steve and Tony and making everyone look up at her. Y/N took deep breaths, not used to having everyone’s eyes on her in such a way. “This isn’t how the Avengers do things. So please, stop arguing before you tear the team apart.”

Each second of silence that followed felt like it was pounding against Y/N’s heads. Natasha took her daughter’s hand, speaking up. “Y/N, Tony is right,” she said softly, doing everything to ignore Steve and Clint’s heartbroken looks. “I do not agree with Ross, but we need to stick together and Tony’s plan is how we do that.”

A millisecond after she spoke, Wanda sat forward, cutting in. “You don’t agree with Ross but would have us sign those stupid Accords? You’d let yourself sign them?” She accused, her voice sprouting in volume. Everyone knew what those accords had in store for Natasha: they’d treat her like a global threat again, when her days before S.H.I.E.L.D. weren’t in her control.

“I’m willing to sign them, yes. It’s better than you signing them — or Thor or Bruce or anyone else here who has powers. If I sign them, if Tony signs them, maybe we can gain some trust. Maybe we can figure out how to rework the Accords and stick together throughout it,” Natasha said, laying out her plan’s blueprints.

Everyone digested this. It could work, and they all admired Natasha for willing to put herself through this. But Clint — he couldn’t let this happen. He refused to. “You can’t sign them, Nat. Only Maria and I know what you went through when S.H.I.E.LD. thought you were a threat. Please. Don’t do that to yourself . . . I’m—I’m with Cap. Can’t we stay together, like Y/N said, on Steve’s side?” He proposed—pleaded.

“If you join Rogers’ side there will be no Avengers anymore,” Tony was quick to say.

This set everyone off, declaring whose side they were on. Y/N felt helpless as she watched her family get torn apart. Natasha, Rhodey, and Vision all declared to be on Tony’s side. Wanda, Clint, and Sam chose Steve. Y/N watched her world crash right in front of her. When she caught sight of Maria, who looked just as helpless as she was, she decided to speak up.

Everyone was already making plans with each other, some still arguing. Y/N climbed on top of her chair to be seen by everyone. “Hey, at least wait for me to pick a side,” she bellowed.

Once again, everyone stopped to look at her. “No,” Natasha immediately said, firmly.

Right after, Maria spoke: “You can’t get yourself involved in this. It’s too dangerous.”

Y/N frowned, frustration taking over that nausea. “So you expect me to step aside while you all, in your own ways, destroy the Avengers? If I can’t stop you, I might as well join you,” she said decidedly, looking at Steve when she did so.

The Captain looked caught off-guard, clearly having expected her to side with her mother. He cleared his throat. “No, no. You can’t. If you do, you’ll tip the scales. We already have an even, fair number,” he mustered out.

It was a lame excuse and everyone saw right through it. This wasn’t about tipping the scales. This was about him wanting to keep her safe.

Soon after, everyone jumped onto that “tipping the scales” excuse. They insisted that it would simply be unfair to the other team if Y/N had joined either side. As if they were making teams to play Monopoly rather than settle a dispute!

Y/N huffed as their words all floated together, biting back a bitter chuckle when she realized the irony of this. How come they could all agree on preventing the youngest, honorary Avenger from getting involved, but couldn’t settle the Accords? Hm. Perhaps—perhaps she could use that to her advantage. There was no stopping them now, but maybe she could do something.

“I’m gonna take a walk. Maybe I’ll stay with Uncle Nic—Fury for a bit,” she said, loud enough so her mothers could hear. With that, she left the room. The words they would say, Y/N didn’t hear, for she blocked it all out.

. . . . .

Over the next couple days, Y/N had formed a loose plan. She didn’t know exactly how she was going to pull it off, or when, or where, but she knew her end goal. She knew the message that she wanted to send.

When she saw the Avengers fight at the airport being broadcast on national television, Y/N’s plan was solidified. When she saw Clint and Natasha fighting, and noticed how they didn’t use their full force on each other, it gave her even a little bit of hope. Y/N bid Fury goodbye and thanked him for letting her stay before she ventured the tower to grab her suit.

Approaching the sight of the fight, Y/N managed to land in the middle of it. No one noticed her at first, but they did when she held her arms out and yelled, “HEY! STOP!”

Everyone froze when they saw her. Even the people who didn’t know her — Peter, Scott, Bucky, and T’Challa — stood still. Y/N wore the suit Tony and Bruce made her, with little hints to her mothers being clear. The Black Widow and S.H.I.E.L.D. logos, for starters. She wore a mask, too, but took it off to face her family.

“Y/N, go home, to Maria!” Natasha said, but Y/N just shook her head and addressed everyone.

“Fighting won’t get us anywhere. Someone will win and lose and no matter who does, the winner will feel guilty afterwards and the loser will be hurt. I know this is about the Sokovia Accords, but push that aside for a second. Think about the impact this will have on the team and on the world. You came together for me once before, can you please do it again?” She said. She had written a speech pages long just the other day, and while some of it still stuck, most of this was off the top of her head.

Y/N watched as she slowly made an effect on her teammates. Steve lowered his shield, Wanda landed on the ground, Natasha dusted herself off, and Tony depowered his blasters.

“The teenager is right,” T’Challa’s voice rang out. “This is not the way to solve things.”

A smile grew on Y/N’s face as inexplicable relief flooded her system. She had told herself that this would work because it had to, but seeing it now unravel squashed a small fear inside her.

Her relief was short-lived, though, because the next second she felt an immense pain — like she was being stung by ginormous bees — hit her in the back. Her muscles tensed and her knees hit the ground. Her face probably would have, too, if not for the muscular hands that grabbed her arms and pulled her back. At first, she thought that one of the Avengers had come to help her. Then, when she saw Ross and a couple of his agents walking forward, she realized that it was someone else altogether.

“Sorry about that. It’s a new invention created to stop someone non-lethally,” Ross said, in a tone suggested he wasn’t apologetic at all. He waved around a weapon loosely. It was only then that her mind began to wrap itself around what had happened, and she realized that the Avengers had been yelling out moments ago. As the pain started to subside, it dawned on Y/N that the agent holding her was the only thing that kept her from hitting the pavement again.

“What the hell? What was that?” Steve yelled.

Y/N looked up to see that they were all in their regular hero stance. This time, at least, the vibrainium shield and webs weren’t directed at each other but at a common enemy.

“We had the element of surprise and we took it. Anyone who did not sign the Accords will now be arrested,” Ross announced. His agents began heading straight for Steve’s team and Y/N felt cool, metal cuffs slide onto her wrists. She tried to struggle at first, but realized that it would be in vain, as he tightly held her in place.

“You’re not going to be arresting anyone,” Tony declared, stepping forward. The agents paused in their tracks. Y/N found it in herself to smile. Her plan truly had worked. She pulled it off.

“C’mon, Stark, are you really gonna listen to the words of a teenager?” Ross tried to persuade.

Tony straightened his posture. “Yes,” he said, and then gestured to the numerous cameras that faced them. “Millions of people saw that you did. You should null the Accords and agree to find middle ground before you regret it.”

Ross whipped around, his eyes widening when he saw just how many cameras there were. Frowning, he put his thoughts together. After nearly a minute, he met Tony’s gaze again. “You win for now, Iron Man. Release the girl and go,” he ordered, turning around and walking away.

The weight of the cuffs disappeared and the man behind her pushed Y/N forward, sending her beelining for the ground. Instinctively, she rolled to lessen the impact, but still groaned.

Within seconds, the Avengers all crowded around her, her mother at the front and center. “Are you okay?” She asked, looking Y/N over for any visible injuries that she might’ve sustained.

With a slight grimace, Y/N nodded, instinctively leaning back. She didn’t know who she exactly she was leaning back against until she felt Clint wrap an arm around her shoulders. “I—I think so. It was more of a shock, I assume,” she said.

Before their conversation could continue, Steve piped up from where he had been looming over the group. “I hate to do this — Buck and I, we’ve gotta stop those brainwashed agents,” he said.

“Go,” Natasha urged, tearing her eyes away from her daughter to spare him a momentary glance. “We’ve got her.”

Steve sent her an appreciative smile and then nodded towards Y/N. “You did good, kid.”

Bucky then popped in from his stance next to his best friend. “It was nice to meet you, Y/N,” he said, also wearing a smile.

Y/N grinned back, despite that dulling — yet lingering — pain that withstood. “Likewise.”

The two men ducked away, and then Natasha grabbed Y/N’s hands. “We can all tell you how proud we are at home, hon,” she said, grinning. “Let’s just get you there first and call Fury.”

With that, the group stood up. Natasha and Clint helped Y/N up, with Clint wrapping an arm around his goddaughter to steady her. They all headed towards the direction that the Quinjet was in, with Tony leading them. On the way, Natasha called Maria, explaining it all to her.

Y/N did her best to mask her pain, wanting to prevent them from worrying about her. It truly was not too bad now, but her balance was still coming back and her muscles were sore.

When they got on the Quinjet and Natasha finished her phone call, she took on the duties of making sure that Y/N was alright medically. She had learned a thing or two from Bruce, and from training at S.H.I.E.L.D., so she was fairly decent at dealing with injuries. Clint gave her a hand with the bandages and Peter took the opportunity to introduce himself to Y/N, who just so happened to be around his age.

Before she knew it, they had landed at the tower and Maria was rushing towards her, wrapping her arms around her with tears in her eyes. Her grip was tight, as to be expected.

“Mom, I’m okay,” Y/N tried to tell her through a chuckle. She knew her words wouldn’t mean much, but she had to make an attempt at least.

Maria drew back and brushed some of Y/N’s hair out of her face. “I know, I know. When I saw the two of you on T.V,” she said, glancing at her wife with a grin. “I got so scared.” Then, she turned to Clint. “You fight my wife again and I kick your ass, got it?”

The team chuckled, which included Clint. He nodded, smiling. “Crystal clear.”

Natasha stepped forward, joining her family. She slung an arm around Y/N’s shoulders. “The important thing is that Y/N saved the day. The Avengers may save the world, but she saved the Avengers,” she said, and then leaned forward to kiss Maria while Y/N giggled.

Fury, from his spot on the couch, faked a cough and said, “Corny.”

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romanoffscottage · 3 years ago

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request from @confusinggemini612: Hi, recently found your work & saw your requests were open. So, could you please do a BlackHill x Reader where the reader is Thor's sister who comes to help the Avengers & ends up falling for the pair? Thanks

warnings: none

pairing: natasha romanoff x maria hill x fem!reader (blackhill x fem!reader)

summary: the reader, thor’s sister, decides to visit the compound, little does she know she will end up falling for a russian assassin and the brunette agent

words: 1.3k | blackhill masterlist | navigation

likes, reblogs, and comments are always appreciated and welcomed <3

You had never been to the Avengers compound before and you practically begged your brother, Thor, to take you with him the next time he went. You wanted to meet the people your brother never shuts up about.

“Y/N pack your things, I’m heading to the compound,” your brother said before shutting the door to your room. When you had asked to go with him, you didn’t think he would actually ever let you come. Excitingly you grabbed a bag and stuffed it full of clothes and other necessities.

Once you finished you hurriedly went to meet your brother on the ship. You couldn’t wait to get there. You imagine what the compound looked like a few times, but when you arrived it was so much bigger than you imagined. “Neat isn’t it,” your brother said as he nudged you to head inside.

“I have returned!” Your brother yelled into the common room only to be met with no response. You laughed, noticing no one was even home. “I think your friends went out without you,” you teased. “They probably had important business to attend to!”

“Do they even know you brought me?” Your brother looked at you confused, “why would they know?”

“Oh my god,” you rolled your eyes and walked to place your bag on the couch. Your brother ended up abandoning you to go do heaven knows what, so you just sat on the couch and scrolled through the TV channels. You found it amusing to see what kind of stuff was being played on TVs on Earth.

After a few hours, you heard a loud noise outside and ran to the window. You were met with the scene of a jet landing in the open field. “Brother, your friends are back!” You screamed into emptiness, but he didn’t respond. Of course, he didn’t, God knows where the hell he went.

You did your best to compose yourself and not look suspicious, but when the door opened and people started filling through, everyone’s guards were up. A redheaded woman pushed her way through all the others with a gun in hand, “who the hell are you?”

You raised your hands in the air to show you weren’t armed, “Hi this is awkward, I’m Y/N, Thor’s sister.” You offered a small smile, but the redhead didn’t back down. “Since when does Thor have a sister?” This would be a really good time for your brother to make an appearance, but of course, he didn’t show up. The redhead walked closer to you and you got distracted by her beauty for a moment. She continued advancing on you until your back hit the wall.

“Ahhh your back! And I see you have met my sister Y/N!” You watched as the redhead lowered her gun and backed away, mouthing you an “I’m sorry.”

“When the Hell did you even get here?” The blonde man, who you assumed was Steve Rogers, with the shield said. “A few hours ago,” your brother went to pull them into a group hug, but you watched a certain redhead slip out of their grasp and walk towards you. “I’m Natasha, sorry about that I thought-”

“That I was some crazed killer,” you laughed but noticed she didn’t find it funny. “Hey, it's okay, no hard feelings.” Natasha seemed gentle, which made you fall even harder for her. Silence filled the space between you for a few moments before a stunning brunette woman walked over, “Hey I’m Maria, it's nice to meet you Y/N.” Maria leaned in to kiss Nat. Great, they were both taken. You weren’t going to lie, you were insanely attracted to both women. You watched as the two stared into each other's eyes with such love and care, part of you was jealous. Jealous that no one ever looked at you like that. No one ever really looked at you at all.

“Wait, Y/N if you're Thor’s sister that means you're a Goddess,” Maria said as she realized you must have some sort of powers. “Yeah I am a Goddess,” you said shyly. “So you're the Goddess of?” Natasha asked. “I’m the Goddess of the night.” This earned you some confused stares from the two women. You held out your hands and conjured up a night sky in them. The two looked amazed. “It’s not much, but I can create and craft the night sky.”

“Not much? This is beautiful Y/N!” Natasha was stunned by the beauty you created between your hands. Maria was at a loss for words, she just stared with her mouth agape. Natasha nudged Maria’s shoulder snapping her out her stunned gaze. The two exchanged looks, it seemed as though they were having a conversation just by staring into each other's eyes. You almost felt like you were interrupting an intimate moment. “Come on Y/N, you can put your stuff in our room.”

“Am I not going to stay in the guest room?”

“Of course not, the guest room is a hot mess, you can stay with us.” You blushed at the thought of spending your stay with the two lovers. Natasha grabbed your hand and practically pulled you to their bedroom. You dropped your bag and the two started ambushing you with compliments, calling you beautiful, saying they love the energy you radiate. You felt so seen. You are the Goddess of the night, working in the shadows is kind of your thing. No one ever really noticed you and what you do before.

After talking with the two for some time, you realized you were really falling for them and it seemed like they were falling for you too. Nat was running her finger through your hair calling you beautiful and Maria was rubbing circles on your hand telling you your skin was as soft as silk.

“I want to show you something,” you said as you grabbed the two women's wrists pulling them outside. You laid down in the grass and the two women confusingly did as well. You brought your hands up to the sky and began arranging the stars to spell out the two women's names. Maria and Nat watched in amazement, they have never seen anything like this before. “Y/N this is- wow,” Maria was speechless. The two women on either side of you almost in sync kissed your cheeks. You watched as the two started talking to each other with their eyes again, “Add your name,” Nat said to you. “Why?” You were confused as to if they were open to a relationship with all three of you or what. “We think we might be falling for you Y/N,” you blushed at the thought of them falling for you. Especially when you were falling so hard for them. “I-” Natasha cut you off, “Don’t say anything.”

You went to add your name to the sky. The three of you laid there for what felt like hours admiring your names in the sky. For the first time in your life, you watched people admire your night sky. Everyone always slept through it, you didn't mind, but it was nice to see the two women love it so much.

After a while, Maria got up and brought you and Nat back to the bedroom. You grabbed a blanket and prepared to get comfy on their couch but Nat stopped you. “Don’t be silly,” she said motioning to their bed, “you can sleep with us.”

“It's okay I can sleep on the couch, I really don’t mind!” You insisted, not wanting to invade their space. “We want you too Y/N, and if you want maybe one day soon you can join us maybe?” Maria said as she pulled you into their bed.

“Join your relationship?”

“Only if you're comfortable,” Nat said wanting to make sure you were okay, “I would like that a lot I think.” Well this was going to be fun to explain to your brother.

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