#sc: Natasha Romanoff

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Bucky: Dumbest scar stories, go!

Y/n: I burned my tongue once drinking tea.

Natasha: I dropped a hair dryer on my leg once and burned it.

Steve: I have a piece of graphite in my leg for accidentally stabbing myself with a pencil in the first grade.

Tony: I was taking a cup of noodles out of the microwave and spilled it on my hand and got a really bad burn.

Peter: …

Peter: I have emotional scars.

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Pawns

This is the same AU from Family. I have another story planned for this group so it isn’t going anywhere!

Summary: Sometimes it was easier to keep your secrets to yourself and not worry those around you. But when an avalanche brings down your mountain of lies, it won’t care who it hurts. 

Warning: implied sexual assault, bulling, fighting, stealing, cuts and bruises

Word count: 2.9k   

“Stop! That hurts,” you whined as Yelena held a cotton ball to your chin with antiseptic spray. It burned the cut you had. The blonde rolled her eyes, huffing slightly. 

“If you stopped moving we would be done,” you pouted as you heard the front door open. You were sitting at the kitchen counter with Yelena standing in front of you and a first aid kit across the counter. You hoped no one was going to be home when you walked in but Yelena was sitting on the couch, eating a bowl of mac and cheese when she saw the cuts on your face. She looked over her shoulder to see who it was. “Ah sestra, your daughter is being a big baby,” your stomach still did back flips when you heard that term used. But it was short-lived when the rest of Yelena’s insult caught up with you. You gasped, regretting it as your split lip ached. 

“What happened?” Natasha asked, rushing over to you. Yelena stepped out of the way. Your cheeks burned with embarrassment as you remembered what caused you to look like this. 

“I uh wasn’t paying attention,” you mumbled as Natasha took over Yelena’s job. Her touch was gentle as she cleaned the cut on your chin and lip. “I was reading while walking,” you hissed at the sting but Natasha blew on the cut to help soothe it. “I ran into a kid who also wasn’t paying attention and this happened,” you continued. “But you should see the other guy.” You joked. It pulled a laugh from Yelena but a glare from Natasha. 

“How many times have we told you to not read while you are walking?” She asked as she cleaned up the used medical supplies. “You need to be more conscious of your surroundings.” It was the same speech you’d heard over and over again. They were still worried that Jason’s employers were going to come and finish the job. 

“I know, I know,” you sighed. “And I’m sorry. I’ll be better.” Your eyes followed the Black Widow as she washed her hands and threw out the trash. 

“It’s okay,” she pulled out two ibuprofen and filled a glass of water. “We just want you to be space.” You nodded, taking the pills from her and finishing the water. 

“Can I go to my room? I have a big essay to work on.” Natasha sent you off, making you promise to come to her if the pain became too much. You agreed, thanked the Black Widows, and walked to your room. When the door closed behind you, a weight lifted off your shoulders. So, it was a small lie that you told the Russian duo. You were thankful that it wasn’t Wanda who walked through that door even though you were rehearsing the lie on the walk home, she would have seen right through it. But you said over and over again in your head that you were beginning to believe it. It was a small lie that rested on top of a big mountain of lies. One small slip-up and an avalanche were going to happen. 

You were having trouble at school. A small group of kids picked you as their new target. They were 19, taking their senior year AGAIN because they liked to spend their time doing drugs and having sex behind the bleachers. You wanted nothing to do with them. But Conner wanted you and he was eager to add you to the list of girls he’s fucked. Saying no was impossible. But you couldn’t tell Natasha and Wanda, not wanting to bother them with another one of your problems. They saved you from Jason, welcomed you into their homes, and adopted you. You could handle them on your own. 

*

Natasha whipped her hands off on the towel as her cell phone began to ring. She was preparing the vegetables to go along with Wanda’s dinner tonight. It was your school as she looked at the caller ID. “Hello.” She answered. 

“Hello Mrs. Romanoff it’s Nancy,” the school’s front desk manager said. Natasha liked Nancy. She was a saint when you were recovering from Jason’s attack. “I hate to inform you but Y/n was involved in an incident at school and you and Wnada need to come to the office as soon as possible.” Natasha was already walking to find Wanda, who was switching the laundry. 

“Was she hurt?” Nancy sighed. Oh, Natasha did not like the sound of that. 

“I think it’s best to talk in person but I promise you, your daughter is safe.” 

“We are on our way.” 

*

When she held open the school’s office door for her and her wife, she didn’t expect to see a boy holding an ice pack to his face with who Natasha assumed was his parents by his side. They were pissed and she felt their glares as Nancy ushered them to the principal’s office. You didn’t even look up as they entered or answered when Wanda asked if you were okay. “Mrs. and Mrs. Romanoff, please have a seat.” Now Natasha liked Nancy and a few other administrators but Henry Cook, the principal, rubbed her the wrong way. The couple sat down on either side of you. Natasha glanced at you, your knuckles were a deep purple and blue. She was starting to put the pieces together in her head. “Your daughter was involved in a fight today with 3 other students. She broke their nose and gave them a few other bruises.” If the situation wasn’t so serious Natasha would voice how impressed she was, you didn’t look like you had a scratch on you. “Now the parents agreed to not press charges but we have a zero-tolerance policy for fighting. Since this is her first disciplinary action, a 2 week at home suspension will be carried out.” 

“What is the punishment for the other students?” Wanda asked. Henry leaned forward, eyebrows raised in confusion. 

“I beg your pardon,” he said. “I’m a little confused about the question.”  

“I think what my wife is trying to say is our daughter wouldn’t start a fight unless something happened,” Natasha said, looking at you. She didn’t like how quiet and how distant you were being. “So what caused the fight?” 

“Conner said she stormed over to him and his friends and instigated the fight. Coach Griffo had to pull her off of him,” You finally moved. The smallest clench of your jaw. That boy outside was strong and Natasha knew you could fight as she’s trained you to protect yourself but something wasn’t adding up. 

“Sweetheart,” Wanda said to you. You turned your head slightly. “Can you tell us what happened?” You looked forward and Natasha didn’t miss the way you glanced at the man sitting in front of you. 

“It’s like Conner said,” you mumbled. “I started the fight.” Natasha didn’t believe it for one second. “Are we done here?” You asked. Henry nodded. It was all you needed as you grabbed your bag and left the office. 

“Is there trouble at home?” He asked. “This behavior isn’t normal for her.” Natasha hated the fake concern on his face. The trouble wasn’t at home, it was in this very room. 

*

“Can you just tell us the truth?” Wanda asked, rushing to follow you into the house. 

“There is nothing to tell,” you didn’t bother to take your shoes off as you made a beeline for your room. Your heart was pounding against your ribs. A knot forms in your stomach and you could still feel their hands on you as they pushed you against the wall. You were holding back tears. 

“At least let us treat your hands.” Natasha pleaded. That made you stop. Not the pain but the way Natasha pleaded with you. You’ve never heard her sound like that before. You dropped your bag and sat down on the couch. Wanda joined you as Natasha went to grab the first aid kit. She gently took your hands in hers to look them over. 

“Did they clean them or give you ice?” You shook your head. “Oh sweetheart,” Natasha returned and began to clean them. You could feel the sadness flowing off of them. It was a major deja vu moment. 

“You should see the other guy.” You tried to joke, to break the tension but they didn’t find it funny. 

“You don’t need to tell us what happened now,” Natasha said, putting some healing cream on your hands. “But we know you and the school are lying and one way or another we will find out the truth.” You couldn’t look at them and stared at your hands. You could still feel every punch you threw to get them away. 

“Okay,” you whispered. But you didn’t elaborate and the silence between you three was deafening. 

*

“Have you found out anything?” Yelena asked with her arms crossed. She was sitting on the couch of Natasha and Wanda’s home office. On the screen were pictures of the 3 boys you injured 5 days ago. 

“Nothing about the fight,” Natasha said, flipping through some files. “It so happened to be in a spot with no cameras.” 

“But the families of these 3 have deep pockets in the school,” Wanda added. “And Henry Cook is getting a kickback from those donations.”

“So he’s saving face,” Yelena said, standing up and walking over to the table. She saw the school's financial records and an offshore account in Henry’s name. 

“And the coach that ‘pulled’ her off,” another picture appeared on the screen. “Is the coach of the football team where these boys star.” Yelena sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose. “We can bring up the stealing and an investigation could occur but we need Y/n’s side of the story on what happened that day.”

“She’s still not talking,” the couple shook their heads. You’ve barely left your room besides quick trips to the kitchen and bathroom rooms. “And you haven’t.” She wiggled her fingers mimicking the way Wanda uses her powers. 

“You don’t think I’ve tried that,” Wanda hated using her powers without a person’s consent but they were desperate for answers. “But she’s blocking me out. I didn’t know she knew how to do that.” The witch threw her hands to the side. 

“What if I try to talk to her?” Yelena asked. The only people you’ve spoken to have been the twins. They’ve managed to get you to laugh and smile. 

“It won’t hurt to try,” Natasha smirked. “Just be careful, sestra, she seems to have a mean right hook.”

*

“Go away,” you said as the knocking on your door continued. 

“You know I will break down this door if you don’t open it in 3 seconds,” you rolled your eyes at Yelena’s threat. “3,” You stayed in bed. “2,” you sat up. “If I break down this door it will be your fault.” With a huff, you got up and went to unlock the door. “1.” You opened it and stared at the blonde in front of you. “Ah, very good.” She pushed past you and looked around your room. “You’ve redecorated. I like.” 

“Well, I have 2 weeks to do something with my life,” you closed the door, leaning against the wood. “I know what you are trying to do and I’m not talking about what happened.” Yelena hummed, sitting on the edge of your bed. She took the pocket knife that was on your nightstand. It was a present from her when you were adopted. 

“I saw what you did to those 3 students,” she began to play with the knife. “They were twice your size and American football players too.” You looked down at your feet. “Broken noses, black eyes, even a broken frontal bone,” Yelena chuckled. “I’m impressed, svetlyak (firefly),” she flipped the knife in her hand. “But the question of why you did it remains a mystery,” she stood up and looked at the pictures on your walls. There was one of you and the twins. Another was on the day you were adopted with Natasha and Wanda. And somehow Yelena found an old picture of you and your parents she gave you. “Were they hurting someone you cared about or threatening you?” She walked over to you, holding the hilt of the knife out toward you. “My niece doesn’t start a fight for no reason.” You took the knife from her. 

“Maybe you don’t know me.” You whispered, tapping the blade on your hand. 

“Ah ah ah,” she waved her finger in front of your face. “That is where you are wrong. I know exactly who you are. A hero,” she turned around. “A protector. A sister. A daughter.” Yelena sat on the top of your desk. “So, what happened?” You felt your lip start to shake as you stared at the ground. 

“There were 5 of them, cornered me in the hallway between Griffo’s office and the boy’s locker room,” you finally looked up at her. “I haven’t been the only girl but I am the first that fought back.” You sat on the edge of your bed. “They tried to be friendly at first; invited me to parties and to hang out with them at lunch. But I refused. Conner doesn’t like being told no.” Yelena sat down next to you. “Lena,” you whispered, tears pooling at the corner of your eyes. “I don’t want to go back to that school.” You couldn’t keep the tears that fell down your cheeks and the sob escaped your lips. Yelena froze, startled at first but soon she brought you into her arms. 

“Sh svetlyak (firefly),” Yelena whispered. “It’s okay. It’s okay.” 

*

“Sestra,” you heard Yelena say. “Are you free to talk?” You didn’t hear Natasha so you assumed you nodded her head. You stepped out from behind the wall and saw Natasha and Wanda on the couch with Billy and Tommy. They were playing the Wii. 

“Hi moms,” you whispered. “I uh,” you scratched the back of your head. “I think I’m ready to talk.” Natasha smiled. 

“Do you want Tommy and Billy here?” Wanda asked. You shrugged, taking a seat on the couch. 

“Come moi plemyanniki (my nephews),” Yelena said to the twins. “Why don’t we play outside?” Billy and Tommy looked at each other. 

“Do you want us to kick someone’s butt?” Tommy asked you. You laughed, it felt good to laugh. 

“No, I don’t think moms will like another fight,” he giggled. The twins followed Yelena outside and you felt your stomach drop as you stared at Wanda and Natasha. “So,” you said, slowly. “Here’s the truth….”

*

Wanda used her powers to open the door to the principal’s office. “What in the world is going on?” Henry asked, standing up. 

“Sit. Down.” Wanda hissed, her fingers glowing red. Natasha held onto your hand as you entered the office. You saw Coach Griffo sitting down, eyes wide as he stared at the two Avengers. 

“Here is what’s going to happen,” Natasha said, letting go of your hand. “You are going to suspend those boys, fire Griffo, and then step down as principal.” 

“This is blackmail!” Henry said. “I won’t stand for it. Nancy, call the police.” Wanda laughed and you felt a chill go down your spine. 

“This is the easy way, Mr. Cook,” she said, placing a flash drive on his desk. “That flash drive is evidence for all the money laundering you’ve been a part of, how you are deliberating failing those kids, and the sexual assault of multiple students.” Henry looked at you. 

“Hey,” Natasha slammed her hands on the desk. “Eyes on us. Not her.” Henry slowly looked back at the couple. “You're done. Both of you. You won’t be able to hurt students anymore that you were supposed to protect.” 

“You bitch.” Griffo said to you. You tensed up but he didn’t make it far as Natasha grabbed his arm, twisted it behind his back, and slammed him down on the desk. He let out a pained groan. 

“You will never lay your hands on her or anyone else again.” 

“You both underestimated,” you said, finally finding your voice. You walked over to both men. “We were just pawns, disposable. But guess what?” You kelt to Griffo’s level. “Checkmate.” 

*

Natasha didn’t want to hover so she stood in the kitchen with Wanda to give you space to process everything that happened today. But she still wanted to be close. It was nice to hear your laughter mixed with the boys echoing off the walls. “She called us mom,” Wanda said, knocking her hip against Natasha’s. The Black Widow couldn’t help the smile that crept onto her face. She’s waited so long to hear that term of endearment come from you. 

“Is she going to be okay?” Natasha asked. Wanda sighed, leaning against the counter. She was worried. There was only so much darkness one person could take. 

“She will be,” her wife. “She needs a lot of love and we can give it to her.” 

“Mom!” You called out from the living room. “Can you make us popcorn?” The Black Widow rolled her eyes. 

“What’s the magic word?”

“Please!” The trio called out. Natasha shook her head with a laugh. She was learning that she would do anything for you just to see you smile.     

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Part 3

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Echoes of Love | Loki (Chapter 2)

Fandom: Marvel Rating: General Genre: Romance | Hurt/Comfort | Fluff | Slice of Life | Drama | Angst | Comedy | Summary: Imagine you’re a Midgardian and already have a child. At the end of The Avengers, where Thor brought Loki back to Asgard, your son managed to sneak between the two brothers and went along. You panicked when you saw the scene unfold in front of your eyes, but Tony and Natasha assured you he’ll be fine and that Thor will bring him back. In the meantime, your son caught Loki’s heart with his big eyes and gentle heart, in a way reminding him of when he was a child. Notes: I managed to end chapter 2 before I stopped working lolol oh I missed getting motivation to write. I'm not sure when the next chapter will be updated, but it will be.....by the end of the month if not first week.. we'll see. Hope you'll like it.

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CHAPTER 1 | HERE | CHAPTER 3

Mike stood by Frigga’s side as she talked with one of the maidens. His eyes looked all around the palace and at guards that stood not too far from them. He tugged on Frigga’s arm and the Queen looked at him.

She smiled softly. “We’re going.” With a chuckle at his enthusiasm that suddenly grew, she looked back at the maiden. “Make sure one of the rooms is ready for our guest and if there’s anything that he needs, provide him.”

“Yes, your Majesty.” The maiden bowed and left.

“So,” Frigga started walking with Mike by her side. He held on her hand tight. “Where do you want to go?”

“I don’t know…” Mike shrugged. He leaned his whole body to the side before he looked at Odin, who approached them from other side. He slowed down with eyes observing the King. Seeing his change in acting, Frigga looked from the boy to her husband.

“The boy is still here?” Odin spoke with colder tone making Mike’s expression grow sourer. “I believe I told Thor to send him back to Midgard.”

“I don’t want to go back!” Mike quickly opposed, his lips formed into thin line, expression that of annoyed child.

“You dare to go against King?” Odin raised an eyebrow, amusement seen in his eyes. Frigga quietly stood beside, watching the two argue.

That seemed to make Mike hesitate for a moment as the startle he tried to hide, didn’t go unseen by either of them. The guards that followed Odin behind, glanced at each other, some barely hiding a smile that spread over their lips. Mike glanced at Frigga, who softly smiled.

Before she could speak, Mike’s look turned into a glare. “Yes.” His voice was quiet, but heard on the quiet hallway. “I don’t care if you’re King.” Looking at Frigga, ignoring the look Odin was giving him, he asked; “If you’re a Queen, do you have horses too?” There was excitement in his eyes that made the Queen widen her eyes as she looked at Odin, who seemed taken off by surprised.

“Mike,” Frigga called and knelt down, holding his hands. “You can’t talk to King like that. He might punish you if he sees fit.”

Mike’s lips pursued into thin line. “I’m sorry…” he murmured in silence and looked at Odin. Frigga turned to look at Odin, who’s the corners of his lips turned in a small smile. She raised an eyebrow, waiting for his response.

“All is fine.” He spoke after a moment.

Mike smiled and stepped closer to Frigga, who gently caressed his head. He was biting his lower lip with eyes focused at his feet. She looked back at Odin, speaking. “How is Loki?”

Mike raised his head just enough to see Odin’s expression turn darker before he looked back down, pretending to find the floor more interesting. He began playing with his fingers, despite his attention on the conversation that Frigga had with Odin.

“He refuses to speak to me or anyone for that matter.” Odin sighed.

Frigga closed her eyes. “Would you talk to someone after they put a muzzle on your mouth?” she asked with slight anger heard in her voice. Seeing the expression on her husband’s face, she took a deep breath. “Why don’t you try to talk with him? Visit him, let him know you’re his son.”

“Frigga—” Odin began, but stopped with a sigh. He glanced at Mike, seeing his attention was flickering from his hands to them. “We shall talk about this matter later.” He said and caressed her chin before walking away with guards following behind.

Mike turned his head and watched Odin, his bluish green eyes following until he disappeared behind a corner. He looked at Frigga, who was looking at him with curiosity and he smiled, holding her hand without a second. They continued walking down the hallway, passing doors before they reached ones where two guards were standing in front.

“Your Majesty,” One spoke, but both bowed, stepping aside to let them pass.

“Thank you,” Frigga smiled and glanced at the boy. “We’re going to visit one of my sons. We shouldn’t be here, because many outlaws are spending their time here. People, who went against their King.” Mike was quietly listening as the doors slowly opened. His eyes immediately perked on the loud noise that came from behind. “If it gets overwhelming, tell me and we’ll leave.”

With a small nod of his head, they walked in. As some voice grew louder, Mike scooted closer to Frigga, who held his hand tighter, letting him know it was okay. They walked down the long hallway for a moment before they came to a stop in front of a room where a man stood, his back facing them.

“Loki,” Frigga called in soft voice.

Mike quietly watched the young man turn his head, his body hidden behind Frigga. A small smile spread over his lips when he saw the man’s mouth wasn’t covered anymore. He stepped from Frigga’s back and tilted head to the side when his eyes met Loki’s. He soon looked away, his expression sour and slightly angry.

“What are you doing here?” He spoke with voice cold.

Mike’s smile disappeared and he lowered his head, watching Loki from under his hair that covered his forehead.

“This young man wanted to meet you.” Frigga released Mike’s hand and placed it on the back of his head, giving him a small push forward.

The boy took a step forward, but the moment Loki’s eyes fell on him completely, he froze. He gulped and watched him in curiosity, watching how the man turned around, his focus completely on the boy. Frigga quietly stood beside, watching the two exchange unspoken conversation and she smiled softly.

“You were holding onto me.” Loki spoke, breaking the silence. “Why did you?” he asked.

“I was playing with mom.” Mike answered without feeling nervous. “She didn’t pay attention to me, so I wanted to hide.” He shrugged with shoulders and held hands behind his back, eyes averting to the side.

A smile spread over Loki’s lips. “And yet…you don’t seem afraid of me.” He mused and walked closer to the invisible wall. He knelt down, his green eyes staring into the younger ones. “You’re an interesting boy.”

Mike smiled widely and Frigga seemed contented at the turn of events.

“Miss Charles,” Tony called for the young woman.

Her dark eyes looked from her hands at the man, who approached her. She was sitting on a couch in Avengers tower. Standing up, she held her hands across her chest and bit her lower lip. “Did you find him?” she asked in a voice quiet, afraid of the truth.

“He’s on Asgard,” Tony began slowly and Natasha moved to the woman’s side, her hand on her back.

“Asgard?” She repeated in confusion. “Is that in America—wait no, what am I even talking about…” She laughed. “Oh god, is my son on an alien planet?” Her voice was raised an inch higher and Tony twitched as Natasha’s slow gesture stopped. “Oh my god, my son is on alien planet…” she buried her face in hands.

“If your husband is working, I believe it’d be best to contact him and explain the situation.” Natasha spoke in soft tone. “It’d be good for you to have someone by your side to comfort you.” she shortly explained.

Letting out a sigh, the woman shook with head. “I’m not married and even Mike’s father hasn’t contacted me since he found out I was pregnant.” She scowled. “I’ve been raising Mike on my own. I knew one day I’ll be punished for working all days…” Closing her eyes, she bit her lower lip hard. “I only want my son back.”

“We’ll get him back, Miss Charles.” Natasha assured her.

“Just Diana is fine…” She replied and smiled softly. “Thank you and I’m sorry. I should’ve watched him better.”

“Being a single parent takes a lot of confidence.” spoke Clint and walked to Diana’s other side. He smiled. “Your son is safe and will come back  safe and well as well.”

Diana bit her lower lip and nodded. “Thank you…” She whispered and walked over to glass window, looking down at New York. Her eyes teared up as she caressed her upper arms, a shiver running down her spine. Looking up into sky, she nibbled on her lower lip. “I hope you’re well, Mike.”

Natasha and Clint looked at each other before they turned to Tony, whose eyebrows were narrowed. “What is it?” Natasha spoke.

“There’s a problem.” Tony hesitated. Natasha raised an eyebrow and the man sighed. “There’s no way to reach Asgard. That bridge, Bifrost, that connects the worlds is broken and it needs time to repair. So it’s hard to even contact Thor.” He glanced at Diana. “Practically, there’s no way to make a contact.”

“Shouldn’t we tell her then?” Natasha asked. “It’s best to tell her the truth than let her lead on on a path that might never happen. Is it even possible for Thor to even come to Earth?”

“I…I don’t know.” Tony sighed. “Bruce is working on this, trying to at least find a way to Asgard, but there’s no big chance.” He said and glanced at Diana, who continued to stare through the window. “Right now all we can hope is that Thor will bring him back.”

Natasha looked at Diana, her expression turning serious. Whatever was going on in Asgard it didn’t go well, that much was obvious.

“Oh,” Diana murmured. Clint, Natasha and Tony looked at her. “I-I should go home…” she murmured and turned to them. “Maybe… Maybe Mike will be home…” Biting her lower lip, she smiled nervously. “I should wait for him at home.”

“Diana,” Natasha walked to her. “You can stay here if you wish. No one is blaming you for what happened.” She smiled softly.

“I know…” Diana whispered with a nod. “I’m sorry…” she choked and covered her mouth. “I just…I can’t sit still while my son isn’t here…” she whispered.

“I understand,” Clint spoke and glanced at Tony, who shook with head. “But we’ll do our best to bring your son back.” He said with a smile that passed his lips for a split second, looking at Natasha. “Why don’t you stay here? Everything might end faster and you’ll have company. I know we’re just strangers, but we can help you.”

Diana looked from Clint to Natasha, biting her lower lip and tapping her foot from being nervous. “I…I don’t know…” she whispered and looked at Tony. “I…I don’t want to bother any of you.”

“You’re not.” Tony answered. “As a matter of fact, if we can help you, we will, since in a way it is our job to do so.” Natasha held Diana’s hands, making her look her way. “Not to mention Clint’s right. If you have company with you, you can get through this. Being alone sucks.”

Diana looked back at him and smiled softy. “Alright…” she nodded. “I’ll just go pick up some clothes and call my boss to come up with something.”

“No need to worry about that.” Tony said. Diana narrowed her eyebrows. “Consider it done.” Giving her a small smile, he turned on his heels and left the room, leaving Clint and Natasha alone with Diana.

“Did he…” Diana pointed after Tony, looking from one to another. “What just happened?” she murmured confused.

“Tony will take care of things while Steve and Bruce are working on things. Don’t worry.” Natasha smiled and caressed her shoulder. “Let me take you to one of the rooms. Perhaps would you like to have some tea?”

Blinking with her eyes, unshed tears were still visible in them, she nodded. “Please…” Diana spoke quietly.

Wrapping arms around Diana’s shoulders, Natasha looked at Clint, who nodded at her. “Well then…” she said and smiled softly as they walked towards doors. Diana quietly walked beside Natasha, her arms crossed over her chest. As they walked down the hallway towards elevator, Diana looked around. There were workers repairing some of the rooms and building as whole.

“Are you alright?” Natasha asked once they reached lower levels.

“Yes,” Diana nodded. “A bit shaken up, but okay. Perhaps a good sleep might help, I don’t know…” she sighed and messaged her temples, feeling a small headache coming.

Natasha smiled. “My room is right beside yours if you need anything.” Reaching for the doorknob, she opened and let Diana walk inside.

“Thank you,” The corners of Diana’s lips turned in a small smile. Before Natasha could turn and leave, she called her name. “Hey, Natasha,” The latter looked at her. “Could you…I mean… Can…” She closed her eyes and took a deep shaky breath. Opening them, she looked straight at her. “I don’t want to stay alone.” She whispered, afraid that her voice might crack if she spoke louder.

“You won’t.” Natasha said with assurance. “I’ll keep you company.” Taking a step forward, she added: “I’m sure you want to take a shower. In the meantime I’ll go find some clothes that you can have before someone brings yours.”

Cracking a smile, Diana nodded and looked around. “It’s kind of…big…” she murmured.

Natasha chuckled. “I know, but you’ll get used to it.”

“Yeah, I kind of…don’t want to…” Diana whispered. “I still have my life to take care of, you know? I’m not someone…who can fight like you are. I’m just…me… No one important.” She laughed and shook with head. “What am I even saying?” she murmured under her breath. “Please, don’t mind me.”

“It’s alright.” Natasha replied. “Take your time. I’ll tell you if we get any news.”

“Mm…” Diana nodded and watched Natasha leave the room, leaving her alone.

Once the doors closed behind her, Diana covered her mouth, a sob escaping her lips. She fell on her knees, holding for her stomach. With eyes shut tight and her shoulders shaking, she tried to stifle her cries that threatened to escape her. Her chest was heaving rapidly, trying to calm down.

“Mike…” she choked on the name of her son. “I’m so…so sorry…”

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lowkey ( let’s get this blog going ) STARTER CALL for NATASHA ROMANOFF of the MCU MOVIES. LIKEor REBLOG to get something posted, length will be short to start with and some plotting may be required. PLEASE comment to let me know if you’re happy with Endgame themed plots. ( If you are a multi, please specify the muse you want this starter for! )

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hopeless- b. barnes

pairings: bucky barnes x reader, natasha romanoff, steve rogers, tony stark. oc warnings: kidnap, torture, reader is threatened, rejection, ANGST about: request! “where bucky nd reader have a big argument nd then she storms out in the middle of the night leading to her being kidnapped. Then the whole time she thinks bucky isn't coming for her due to the fight” a/n: phew this took a hot minute. my longest fic. do not like the ending, but i hope you enjoy!!

bucky’s smile is wide as he observes you flit about your room, a silly twinkle in his eyes while they observe your exaggerated thinking gesture, obviously dramatic in your search for his next book to read. he leans against your wall, amused by your pulled features as they contemplate two different books: one red and well-loved and one blue and weathered.

“hmm, do you want something sad and romantic that has lines that make me doubt that i’ll ever find love,” you begin, raising the blue book higher. “or something classic and sweet and scary?” you continue, shaking the red one.

“how could you doubt you’ll find love?” bucky wonders aloud then, and you turn to your bookshelf again just to get away from the intensity of his gaze. 

you shrug, unsure of how to respond, busying yourself with putting one of the books away.

“it’s you,” bucky continues, stressing the pronoun as if its implication is obvious. “you’ll get the best love. the pure and mushy type.”

the lazy shapes your fingers are rubbing into the spine of your book slow as you soak in the implications that bucky’s words carry with them. when you force yourself to meet his eyes, you’re unsurprised to find them on you already, but it’s startling to meet their depth, the way they were willing you to turn around without your knowledge. you begin to walk toward him, feigning your purpose as handing him the blue book.

“yeah?” you find yourself replying as you step forward slowly, searching for something deeper in bucky’s face as it breaks out in a smile.

“yeah,” bucky agrees with dead-set certainty. “the universe would be insane for giving you anything less.”

you smother the bashful smile that fights to make only its whisper appear on your face, holding back the urge to look at the ground in overwhelming emotions due to the entirety of the situation—the implications that you’d thought ridiculous of you to even consider seeming more concrete with the honesty of the words that bucky promises to you, making his eyes gleam just a little bit brighter with an unbridled determination that you’d never seen before.

“anything less than what?” you ask, testing the waters simply for reassurance that might push you over an edge you aren’t sure you want to cross.

“anything less than what you deserve,” bucky clarifies. “the sweet, sappy love with the notes and pictures and gifts and safety and never letting you forget how loved you are. the basics.”

you cock your head at him, trying not to drown in the wishes you had listed long ago that tumble from bucky’s mouth. 

“oh,” you whisper, eyes flickering to the polaroids you have around your room, adorned with small, smudged words written messily in pen by bucky when he’d given them to you. there are post-its scrawled with his handwriting taped to your walls and hidden in a box underneath your bed. you can’t help but see the parallels between his explanation of the love you “deserve” and the love he constantly rains over you.

the attraction you’d begun to harbor for him yearns more at the possibility of it being returned—because here he is, laying it out for you with his reflection displayed on the plans.

“the universe would be insane to not give you that,” bucky goes on, the absolute resolve that you can make out in his words staggering. “anyone overall would be insane not to love you.”

there’s a twinkle in his eye that you’d grown used to, yet you observe when you look up at him again, what you were trying to do forgotten as you search his features. he doesn’t seem to acknowledge how deeply you scrutinize the softened lines of his face, the gentle lift of his lip as he looks at you.

you swallow, beginning to step toward him. “really?”

“yeah,” bucky replies like it’s obvious, nearly nonchalant but it fails with how deep his intent runs. 

you realize the space that separated you wasn’t all that large when you find yourself closer to him than you thought before, and your breath stalls, completely caught up in the moment. bucky doesn’t seem too different, dilated pupils unmoving from your face, tugging you closer without a single touch.

“oh,” you breathe out, goosebumps rising on your skin when bucky puffs out a gentle laugh, his hand reaching to set on your jaw.

“what?” he asks curiously, his thumb pressing soft shapes into your cheek.

it’s like honey, his touch, the severity of his stare clicking something inside of you that you’d been so afraid to open.

suddenly, you’re certain. because surely nobody can look at you the way bucky is looking at you—touch you with the care he treats you with, tell you all the things he whispers in your ear without reflecting the feelings you have for him.

“i love you,” you blurt, tangled in a breath with the relief of the admission finally meeting your tongue, watching as something passes through his face—surprise, at first, and then there’s a brief indication of relief, just a flash, gone quickly enough to let you believe it was simply a figment of your imagination. his fingers stop moving on your face, and suddenly his features harden, pulling his touch away entirely.

there are alarm bells ringing in your brain, because this is not going the way you’d convinced yourself it would. he was supposed to smile and kiss you clumsily, mumbling out that he loved you too and you would say obviously and he would laugh.

not removing himself from your reach, staring holes into your head, red bubbles of frustration darkening his eyes.

“what the fuck?” he snaps. and the words are so sudden and sharp that they nearly make you flinch, spine straightening with a velocity that jumbles your words with the speed at which they try to tumble from your lips. he either doesn’t notice or doesn’t care. 

“you what?” he demands, his tone foreign to your ears coming from the same lips that have never once let words edged with a raised tone slip past. bucky doesn’t speak to you like that. bucky doesn’t harden and bucky never raises his voice. not at you, never at you.

you swallow harshly, trying to remember the bucky that you know, convince yourself that this isn’t real—this is wrong—but his features are masked with a pinch you’d never seen directed at you, tense lines hardening his face with a chilling anger.

“i love you,” you repeat, but the words are weaker now, not as easily formed as the first time.

“no you don’t,” bucky interrupts immediately, thinning his eyes at you. “what the hell? no, you don’t—you can’t.”

you blink fast, looking away from his face, scrunched in anger, but he isn’t having it. “i do—”

“you can’t fuckin’ do this to me, y/n. i don’t need this,” he growls.

“what?” you croak. “i don’t—i thought you—”

“i don’t,” bucky snaps, forcing the lies to escape his throat. “i don’t love you.”

the words knock the air from your lungs, eyes beginning to burn with tears that don’t come easily to you. “what?” you whimper.

“how could you think i did?” he asks, ripping out your heart as it beats and shakes and sobs.

he tries to pretend like it’s not him who is saying these horrible things, as if he’s closing his eyes, hidden away from the body that continues to deny your confession for your own good. “what the hell is wrong with you?” he’s never thought his voice could be so harsh.

“i didn’t mean to—” you begin, your voice as small as you’d ever heard it, trembling with your worst fear solidifying. you should have known. how could you have been such a fool? bucky does not need to deal with one of the few friends he’s so close to in the tower having a stupid, unrequited crush on him. you’ve made things so difficult, you’ve ruined your relationship. “i’m sorry.”

“you’re sorry?” he mocks cruelly, shaking his head. “i don’t want this. i don’t want you.”

your neck snaps up when you hear him beginning to leave, rushing forward to tug his arm gently. “please don’t leave,” you plead tearily. “can we pretend like i never said anything? nothing will change, i promise. i can’t lose you.”

bucky’s laugh is cold, splintering through your heart. “how could you be so—” he shakes his head, shutting his mouth before he can finish his thought. “i can’t believe you.”

“i’m sorry,” you cry, tears bubbling down your cheeks before you can stop them in a stupor of shame. “i’m so sorry, bucky, i will do anything—”

“shut up,” he snarls, and the words die on your tongue with the venom in the way he looks at you. “i can’t even look at you right now. stop fuckin’ crying and leave me alone. i can’t deal with you.”

his words, dipped in his fury, are unrecognizable, foreign from the man who mutters jokes into your ear on movie nights and tucks pieces of hair away from your eyes, who deals with any problem with a deep breath and an assurance that it will be okay because he hates to get mad at you, he hates seeing you cry and there is absolutely nothing you could do to make him love you any less.

the sharp slam of the door of your room counters that, bringing with it the blade of the words that still thunder in your head.

your face crumples, hot droplets of tears burning your skin.

the heat of bucky’s anger burns even from where you’re standing, and the utter hatred in the way he looked at you, spoke to you, makes you shake. you stifle cries, desperate to not bother your best friend and slide down your bed to the floor, biting your lip hard enough to draw blood in a weak attempt to calm your cries.

you shut your eyes, bucky’s words displayed proudly across your dark lids. you straighten, sadness melting away into anger. you rub at your nose, face heating in your fury, and rush out of the room, not bothering to grab your phone or bag, uncaring that it’s the middle of the night and the sky is the darkest you’ve ever seen.

you pointlessly wipe your face with your sleeve as you rush into the elevator and push the button for the ground floor, your mask of rage slipping when you pass bucky’s room. your lip wobbles as you stare at the numbers above the elevator doors until you’re unable to help the sobs as your mind races to find a solution to what you’ve done.

this is your fault. this is your fault and you need to fix it or else the only person you’ve felt so much love for and so loved by will never look at you the same again. you can’t stand making bucky angry, much less causing something that will make his life difficult—especially after he’s worked so hard to create some sense of normalcy and trusting relationships—but it’s difficult to concentrate on how to fix it when the fear that you’ve ruined the best relationship you’ve had over your stupidity inks your thoughts.

you’re distraught enough to walk six blocks and never once notice the men that follow behind you.

your mind lags when you’re suddenly thrown against a wall, the hiccups from your sobs increasing because of the hand that covers your mouth. your vision is too blurry with tears for you to recognize any of the people that are in front of you, hands useless as they attempt to claw at the arms that hold you against the unyielding alley. the training tony had made you go through when he hired you as his lab tech feels useless as you choke on your grief and fear, weak in your struggles against their attack.

it’s easy for them to knock you out, and you can only feel the ache of your hurt expanding icily as your attacks cede, limbs growing limp, damp eyelids drooping shut.

-

your eyes are swollen when you come to again, and you can’t be sure if it’s from the crying you could still feel in your raw throat or the assault you couldn’t even remember anymore. you blink hard, trying to adjust to the darkness of the room you think you’re in.

briefly, tony’s voice rings in your head, reminding you to look for exits and weapons. you can only see one door in the darkness, and as far as you can make out, it does not have a doorknob. although you doubt you could muster up enough strength to escape from the binds that dig into your wrists and ankles, surely bruising your skin although you barely fight against them. the room is bare and unclean, with stains of the color of rust at your feet.

you know it’s no use screaming. all it would do is bleed your throat further and anger your kidnappers.

the name makes you flinch. the word feels so usual yet foreign in your mind. it’s unfairly common in your place of work, but never to you—not the scientist that tony keeps safely hidden away in the lab. not the tech that has gone on the field once and was stuck to bucky’s side for the entirety of the time.

the thought of him brings an ugly taste to your mouth and a new rush of painful tears. you fucked up the relationship with your best friend and now he was furious at you. he doesn’t even want to look at you. will he ever even get the chance again? would he notice you were gone? would he care?

there’s a faint commotion beyond the doors that makes your thoughts freeze in their tracks. your kidnappers are saying something.

the rightful title appears in your thoughts again, making the reality of your situation set in faster than you were expecting it to; you were kidnapped, and nobody was going to find you.

-

out of everything, it’s guilt that bucky is most accustomed to.

it’s heavy and spiteful, eating away at his mind until it’s clouded even the memories he’s tried to keep hidden away from the fog that is his sin. it sneaks into the crooks of his life—the argument his brain pipes up with when he’s debating taking the last donut, the reason that he doesn’t allow himself to enjoy himself fully—why he won’t let himself believe that your revelation was anything more than fake.

why would an honor so sweet be bestowed upon someone like him? someone with stained fingertips and a broken mind.

it screws with him, the possibility of the truth. because no matter how much the voice of logic in his mind insists that someone like you could never love someone like him, there’s the gentle light of hope that you’ve helped rekindle, nudging him toward something that will surely only end up hurting him, and most importantly, hurting you.

he brings with him pain and ghosts and you are so undeserving of it.

so no, he decides. you cannot possibly love him.

but the look on your face flashes in front of his eyes, and he realizes that the circumstance of you actually loving him back might be more dangerous than the lie of it. 

he needs to protect you—from him, from everything that haunts him—he loves you too much to let you fall into the fire that is him.

he did the right thing by rejecting you, yet the guilt continues to gnaw at him, the tears that wouldn’t stop sliding down your cheeks carrying something worse than what he expected. you’re what he has always wanted and he pushed you away, and as much as that is what he needed to do for you, he’s selfish in wanting you still. in any way.

he opens his eyes again with a sad little gasp, surprised at the chill that hits his face wet with tears he wasn’t aware of. he catches a glimpse of himself in his broken mirror, and he’s never hated the sight more, the words he spat at you tattooed on his skin in dark ink.

he shakes his head, standing from his bed to apologize until he can’t anymore and plead that you stay in his life.

he runs a hand over his face as he walks out of his room, clenching his jaw when he catches sight of the door he slammed now slightly open. he knocks softly, forcing his eyes to the ground when the door opens further.

“y/n?” he calls out hesitantly when there’s no response, finally looking up to an empty room. his brows furrow. something is wrong.

you never leave your room if you’re upset; it’s always either his room or yours, because your bed is here and everyone else is outside.

he opens the door fully when he spots your phone on your bed where he last saw it. in fact, everything is as he last saw it.

he knows he has no right after what he said to you, but his bad feeling won’t allow him to leave without knowing where you are.

“friday, where’s y/n?” he asks.

“miss l/n left her room three hours ago,” the ai responds curtly. and he swears it sounds colder than the last time he talked to her.

“three hours?” bucky repeats. friday confirms, and bucky shakes his head. “no… she wouldn’t leave her phone. where did she go? has she come back?”

“miss y/n left the building, and without her phone, i cannot track her.”

“you have to be able to do something,” bucky insists. “she’s a part of the team.”

“i am unable to do anything further without mister stark’s permission,” friday informs.

bucky’s fingers reach up to tangle in his hair, tugging in frustration as panic begins to brew. alarm bells are going off in his head and an anvil sits on his chest.

“well, get his permission,” bucky orders, but friday’s voice comes back as calm as ever as she rebuts him. he doesn’t care to stick around for the end of her sentence, taking off toward the door to head to tony.

he’s eating a granola bar with natasha and steve in a conference room when he finds him, features scrunching when bucky tells him to order his ai to track you.

“no,” he replies incredulously. “shouldn’t you know either way? you’re always attached at the hip,” he points out. bucky’s jaw clenches, mind running in every possible direction. natasha offers a scrutinizing glance, eyebrows joining. “actually, building on that—” tony starts. “wouldn’t blame her if she needed a little break.” he points the granola at bucky, but he isn’t fazed.

“something is wrong,” he says, as calm as he can muster. “friday says she hasn’t been in her room for three hours and she left her phone there.”

“so? she could’ve forgotten. maybe she left with wanda or bruce or someone. unlike you, she has more than one friend.”

“not today. not right now,” bucky snaps. “tony,” he pleads now, meeting steve’s eye. “something is wrong.”

tony’s features set as he scans bucky’s face, and suddenly something clicks, his head cocking to the side dangerously.

“what happened?” steve asks worriedly as tony finally reaches for his tablet.

“we had a fight. she wouldn’t leave for so long—without her phone, without telling anyone.”

tony listens along as he looks at the screen, typing things into the keyboard. “friday, get me all footage of y/n in the last three hours.”

“what did you do?” natasha cuts in, her words sharp as if she knew exactly what he’d said to you.

“it doesn’t matter right now,” bucky mumbles, his gaze glued to the screen. the screen showcases the hallway outside yours and bucky’s rooms, and he tenses as he watches the footage of you poking your head out from your door, greeting him with a smile.

“fast forward,” tony tells friday. bucky hoods his eyes when it lands on another screen, where he can catch his own muffled words, knowing what’s coming.

"what the hell is wrong with you?" he flinches at his own words, hating the sight of the shine of the tears streaking down your cheeks when he closes his eyes. he can feel natasha’s glare. more of his voice comes from the creaked door, your own clothed in tears.

"i don't want you." bucky squeezes his eyes shut. "stop fuckin’ crying and leave me alone." hearing the words in his voice hurts impossibly more than he thought it would. they’re sharper, more convincing than he thought, and the things he tried to comfort himself with fade away with the slam of the door after he walks out, the only sound remaining your cries.

“what the hell is wrong with you?” natasha echoes, her words echoing his from the video. “i’m going to murder you.”

“where did she go after that?” bucky ignores her. “i just need to know she’s okay.”

“you don’t deserve to know anything about her—” natasha hisses, beginning to stand from her chair, but steve sets a hand on her shoulder, directing her burning glare to the screen, where you leave your room, sniffling. the video switches to the feed inside the elevator, where buck can’t tear his eyes off of you as you sob, a hand desperately trying to wipe away your tears.

tony’s turned to bucky now, too.

bucky follows your figure when you leave the elevator and then the building, and friday fast-fowards through video feed from various different cameras until one finally slows, and you’re suddenly pulled into an alley. the angle is awful, but there’s just enough light to catch the light reflecting off your terrified face as three men push you against a wall.

the one not touching you catches sight of the camera, pulling a gun from his coat to point and shoot. the video crackles to static.

“no, no, no…” bucky mumbles, hands reaching up to his hair, beginning to tug. the clip replays, pausing on a close up of your face, cheek pressed against the wall with a force that must be painful, eyebrows joined and eyes widened in fear.

tony sets down his tablet with a quiet thump, rubbing the bridge of his nose, mulling over what he had just seen. natasha is still for only a few seconds before she’s into action, reaching for the tablet and beginning to mutter orders to friday. there’s an imperceptible shake of her hands as she allows a glance up to your face again.

“this is my fault,” bucky mumbles angrily. “fuck me. fuck me.”

“yes, fuck you,” natasha agrees, coolly and to the point, not once sparing him a look. “fuck you for saying that to her and for making her cry but mostly fuck you for not doing everything you fucking can to find her right now. fix your fucking mistake and get to work, barnes.”

he squeezes his fist, tugging on the bracelet you’d made and lovingly tied around his wrist. the emotion that had kissed his face pink and tugged his features in guilt disappears within a second, wiped clean enough for the memory of it to be hazy even if it was so fresh. he sniffs, nods curtly, and steps out of the conference room, entirely business even as he drowns in what you’ve always encouraged him to pour out to you.

“i’m gonna check the place we last had eyes on her,” he informs briefly, hearing no audible response from the distracted avengers inside the conference room.

he doesn’t let his guilt tinge his vision as he examines your blood on the wall, too terrified to let himself mess up at your expense again.

-

you gasp in air as soon as the wet towel someone had thrown over your face before dumping water on your head is removed, whimpers sewn in between desperate panting. your lashes are wet and hairs stick to your forehead, fat droplets of water running down your chin.

unforgiving fingers clasp your chin, cruelly tilting your face up to meet unfamiliar eyes. you squint against the light, wanting nothing more than to close your eyes and pretend that there is no man scanning your face hungrily, sinister amusement crinkling his eyes, contempt puckering his lips.

“such a pretty thing,” he drawls, a finger pressing into your skin. “i don’t think your avengers would be too happy to lose something as pretty as you,” he mocks.

“i’m not gonna tell you anything,” you croak.

the playfulness in his features disappears then, and his bruising grip disappears into a resounding slap.

you can’t help the gasp that parts your lips and stings your eyes, whimpers slipping past your throat when he grabs you again, pulling your face close to his.

“listen to me, little girl,” he growls. “either you tell me and i let you live or your stupid little soldier comes and i take my time killing him until you cough it up. then i kill you.”

you scan his face, swallowing hard. “you mean bucky? he’s not gonna come for me.”

“he will. and when he does, i’ll enjoy making him pay for betraying hydra. maybe i’ll have a little walk down memory lane. the doc left great notes on the winter soldier.”

you scoff, pushing past the fear although your trembling is undeniable. “didn’t you do your homework? bucky doesn’t give a shit about me. you really think he’d risk his life—his freedom for someone he doesn’t even like? you kidnapped the wrong person if what you want is bucky.” the thought is bitter enough to comfort you, the reassurance that bucky will be fine sweet enough to combat the acridity of his resent for you.

the man’s lip twitches, his eyes boring into yours as they try to find if you’re being honest. he shoves your face back, and you slam into the chair with a shuddering breath, the phantom of his grip still heavy on your skin.

he sniffs and gestures vaguely. “let’s give her the winter soldier treatment.”

your heart drops, memories of what bucky’s told you displayed across your mind until they blackout your mind completely, and the only thing left is a promise.

you are going to die today.

-

bucky feels blurry, as if he’s flickering in and out of awareness in his frantic panic. the words he says are cut and dry, carrying only information because it is the only thing he has the strength for—but it feels rehearsed, scripted.

he wishes it were. he aches for this not to be real, and what he would offer a god he doesn’t believe in for you is heavy on his mind, pleading so desperately that he begins to eye the tower, the team, and selfishly offer it all up for you.

his anger shoves him down on a chair, but his desperation is frenetic in its reminders that any second not searching for you is a second longer that you will be out of his grasp and in the thorns of someone else’s. the handles of the chair groan underneath the pressure of his fingers, wrapping around the metal in their attempts to clutch something tangible, something real and not the idea of where you are, or the leads that only end in strangled cries, the numbers that float by on the screen in front of tony. 

his arm sits heavy by his side, tapping the table curtly so as to have something to do, although bucky has never hated it more—to have something so sought after, stained with blood and tears and pain and bitter triumphs, yet be so incredibly useless when it counts.

he doesn’t want to ask what he can do because he should know. he got you into this mess and he should know how to get you out, but he’s flailing, his fingers only grazing the edges of everything he’s already done. he knows what it means and he wants to scream at the universe for it.

there’s a thin beep that echoes in the conference room, muting steve’s mumbled plans and bucky’s silent examination of any files he can get his hands on, although his eyes kept drifting to the grainy picture of you pressed up against the wall.

tony freezes, the pen in his mouth dropping as he stares at his tablet.

“what?” natasha demands, looking away from her work to catch sight of tony, all color drained from his face.

he sucks in a breath and taps at the screen. “friday, search for any identifying features, scan every pixel, do you understand?”

the large monitor in front of the table darkens for a second before a video begins to play, and it doesn’t take long for the team to figure out what’s going on. bucky’s heart drops to his stomach as he rises from his chair, breathing heavily. “no,” he murmurs, terrified. his worst fears come into fruition as he stares at your unmoving figure tied up in a chair, the shaky camera only allowing him view to the worst of your injuries—already darkened bruises littering your skin, smudged red on your face.

a different face overtakes the picture, dark eyes lit with amusement and crinkled by a smile. “a pretty thing, isn’t she?” he croaks, moving the camera back to you. he moves closer, and bucky feels bile rise up his throat.

natasha presses her eyes shut when the camera pans straight over your face, where bucky can see cuts and the indentations of fingers and hands. your eyes are shut, and you remain unmoving even when gloved fingers wrap around your chin tightly, tipping your head back.

bucky nearly follows her lead.

and then you groan. your eyes flutter open, but they only allow bucky to see the insipid acceptance that laces your irises, coated by fear.

“she’s holdin’ up better than we thought,” his tone is impressed, but as silence drags on, he becomes angrier, his hold on your jaw digging deeper until you wince and move back, but he doesn’t let you. “‘but she won’t for long.”

the camera flips back to him. “hey, winter. if you think you had it bad, it won’t be nothin’ compared to this. promise.”

the camera moves around, catching the ceiling and other frames while he seems to look for something. he hums in delight when he finds it, and excitedly waves a sharp blade in front of the camera. “she swears winter won’t come for her,” he starts, lips contorting in disappointment. the camera slips again to capture the blade against your skin. “but i kinda hope he does. for her sake. such a pretty thing… “

the conference room darkens, the video’s end calling for an entirely new wave of terror.

“we have his face,” natasha pipes up, weakly.

“‘lotta good that’s done us,” tony argues.

“we know she's alive. we have an image of where she is,” natasha snaps, stepping toward him. “and if you were as good as you say you are, his face would be all we needed.”

tony’s about to reply when friday cuts in, bringing up the frames of the video where the man was distracted. “mister stark, i have a location.”

the argument forgotten, natasha and tony snap to the screen. bucky stands, stepping toward them to see the blinking dot indicating your whereabouts. once his eyes have memorized the street names, he’s out the door and headed for his bike, the rest of the group not far behind. a plan is forming behind him, and he manages to catch the bones of it, his role outlined with enough trust for him to not question it.

the rumble of his bike underneath him allows him an anchor to reality, where he’s threatened to float away otherwise.

“i’m coming,” he whispers, speeding up as he remembers your desolate eyes and broken skin.  “just hold on, sweetheart. i’m on my way.”

-

there’s a pout on your kidnapper’s lips as he observes you, looking back to his wrist to tap his watch. judging by the ticks, it’s been too long since he’s sent the video. his jaw is tense, probably nearing realization that you were right. the thought is as satisfying as it is heartbreaking.

“i told you. you can’t get what you want from me,” you rasp.

the man scowls, nostrils flaring. his patience is thin and his anger raw, awakened with the gentle nudge of your words. he comes close enough for you to feel his breath on your face, and his fingers are around your neck when you close your eyes, unwilling to continue looking into his.

“i better,” he threatens. “that’s the only thing keeping me from screwing your mind up so bad you’ll be better off dead.”

you swallow hard, your consciousness vignetting as oxygen continues to escape you. you nearly wish it did so faster, but your torturer is too cruel for even that, releasing you as you begin to go limp.

you choke in air and cough, your tongue catching iron from the split in your lip.

he hums as he takes you in. “you’re like him. at least like how zola wrote about him,” he states, cocking his head at you.

“what?” you cough.

“the winter soldier. before he became useful,” he explains thoughtfully, eyeing you. he wipes away the blood from your cupid’s bow with a thumb. “if he won’t come, maybe we’ll make a new one.”

your blood is ice in your veins as you absorb what he’s implying. his touch is tender, careful on your skin. you flinch.

“imagine that. the wit of iron man and looks of the black widow. the ability of the winter soldier, but… no connections. no one to save the soldier this time.” his voice is dreamy, excited. “we’ll break you even worse. we’ll make you kill them all.”

“no,” you whimper, straining against your restraints. “no, please. just kill me, please.”

“i think he begged like that, too,” he muses.

-

bucky is tinged with the soldier.

he darkens his thoughts until they become locked memories with only bodies and guilt as remnants. but now, it’s bucky who pulls the trigger, who finds himself too bitter to pull punches.

he's left the guards to the rest of the group to move forward faster, sticking by natasha.

there’s a room at the end of the building, and he takes off at the same time nat does. she turns to him when they slow, catching the voice from the video. “you’re not going in there,” she tells him, pulling a gun from her belt.

“of course i am,” bucky argues, readying himself to kick the door in.

“this is your fault. you don’t deserve to feel like the hero, barnes.”

“this isn’t that,” bucky insists. “i need to feel that she’s okay.”

natasha settles an unsure glance his way, but the conversation is over, drowned by the dust that follows bucky’s easy entrance.

your kidnapper wears a coy grin, stepping in front of you, yet bucky’s zeroed in on you and the tears that streak across dried vermillion and dark purples. “winter,” he begins. “i’m so glad you—”

bucky takes off toward you while natasha ends the speech before it can start with a clean shot, watching as the man drops to the floor. she’s a quick step toward you before she stops, noting the anguish with which bucky spills over.

you're alive is all she needs to know, and she gets in a few more shots at the man who did this to you as bucky rushes to you.

his name falls from your lips in a small croak, coated in disbelief, obvious you had succumbed to the fear, slipped into the exhaustion and dreadful acceptance. but the torment displayed on bucky’s face is unlike you have ever seen before—crumpled far beyond what your mind could make up, and you allow yourself to fall into the hope you couldn’t help but hold onto, completely uncaring if this isn’t real because it’s so much better than what you will surely open your eyes to otherwise.

he is at your side immediately, face falling as he catches sight of the bruises that coat your skin. he crouches to you, undoing your restraints with ease. his strength makes you flinch, even though it’s not toward you, and he pauses when he notices, something you don’t recognize glossing over his face before he continues, attempting to be calmer.

you can’t stop looking at him, your eyes crazed as they scan the reality of him. you repeat his name softly, a beg of are you real? in the way you stare.

“i’m here,” he promises, a hesitant hand reaching out to you. the warmth of it as it comes in contact with your cheek is as safe as you remember his touch, and you lean into it, letting out a stifled sob of relief.

“you came,” you cry, throwing yourself against him. his arms wrap around you securely, pulling as close as he can with as much delicacy he can muster in his desperation. “i thought you weren’t gonna come,” you sob, grasping his shirt as tight as you can.

“‘m always gonna come,” he tells you, tightening his grip on you.

“you were mad. i thought you didn’t care. i thought—” your words cut off as you push your face into the crook of his neck. “you came for me.”

“i’m sorry,” he mumbles. “i’m so sorry, sweetheart. i love you so much, i shouldn’t have yelled—i shouldn’t have said any of that. i love you and i’m sorry i made you feel like that. i’m so sorry. i just need you to be safe. you’re safe now, i swear.”

you can only shut your eyes, unable to absorb his words in the relief that he’s here, real and solid and saving you like he always does. he mumbles his apologies as he gently hoists you into his arms and carries you out of the dreaded room, repeatedly pressing kisses into your hair between strings of i love yous and i’m sorrys.

right now, it’s enough that he’s in between your fingers, warm underneath your skin, his promises sweet against your neck. right now, the safety of him is enough.

[atimebomb-a]

But given that not doing this is a stupid ass decision, I’ve elected to ignore it. Nick Fury tag drop.

[simpfornatasharomanoff]

Hi, can I request 16 (angst) and 7 (fluff) for natasha x reader, maybe with the situation being R having a bar fight? (Are we allowed to ask for specific scenarios?? Idk😂), thanks!💖

A/N: Thanks for the request!

Here's a link to my Masterlist!

Warnings: Mentions of injury and homophobia

Word Count: 1,091

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x Reader

Summary: “Are you hurt?” “No.” “Then why are there bruises all over your face?” & “Please just kiss me already.” From this prompt list

Bar Fight and Kisses

You had expressed your boredness while you were sitting in the conference room with Natasha and Steve. Natasha still had some paperwork to finish up and you were bored as hell.

“Do you wanna go grab a drink at the bar?” Steve asks, offering to take you out of your misery.

“Yes!” You jump out of your seat. “Please, I can’t sit here for another minute in silence!”

“You act like you don’t like it, but I’ve seen you staring at me every time I’ve looked at you,” Natasha calls you out.

You feel your cheeks burn at the callout. But you aren’t sure why, Natasha is your girlfriend after all. “Well, you’re pretty.,” You shrug.

“You’re not so bad yourself,” Natasha says with a wink.

You feel your cheeks burn hotter.

“Come on, Y/N,” Steve says. “I’m rescuing you from the boring time you’re having and this conversation.”

“I’ll see you in a bit, babe,” You say, giving Natasha a quick kiss on the cheek before dipping out of the room with Steve.

You and Steve walk to the bar as it isn’t too far and it’s a beautiful night out.

“You and Nat are cute together,” Steve says as the two of you walk on the sidewalk.

“Thanks,” You smile at the super soldier. “I honestly don’t know how I managed to pull her,” You chuckle.

“Don’t sell yourself short, Y/N,” Steve says, offering you a smile.

“I wish Nat finished her paperwork as quickly as you do,” You say.

“Ouch, don’t want to hang out with me?” Steve asks, holding a hand to his heart.

“It’s not that, I just get so booooooored,” You say. “Like on other days when you don’t offer to take me to a bar.”

Steve chuckles.

“Maybe you should teach her how to get faster at it,” You say.

“I think she would kill me if I tried,” Steve says.

The two of you turn off of the sidewalk and step into the bar. Steve leads you to the bar and finds two open seats. The two of you sit down and the bartender approaches you.

“What can I get for ya?”

“Beer for me please, and water for him,” You say.

The bartender nods before walking off to get your drinks.

“Water?” Steve asks, tilting his head.

“You can’t get drunk, Steve,” You say. “Remember, you’re a supersoldier.”

“I can still drink for the taste!”

“Who drinks alcohol for the taste?” You ask, an eyebrow raised.

Steve narrows his eyes at you, “You got me there.”

---

You and Steve have been sitting at the bar for a decent amount of time. You’ve had one beer and are currently on your second. Meanwhile Steve is on his tenth water - good for him, he’s staying hydrated.

You’re always one to mind your own business, not liking to butt in on others’ conversations. But a few words from someone else’s conversation catches your ear.

“So, my daughter came right up to me, said she was “into girls” and turned around and went back to her room.” The man scoffs. “I can’t believe my own daughter is one of them!”

You look at Steve, and he looks at you. Both of you heard what the man said. “Y/N, don’t,” Steve warns.

“Steve, people like him are a problem!”

“Just ignore him.”

“You know I can’t, Steve,” You sigh.

You lean back in your chair to get a better look at the man sitting at a table with four others. “Hey!”

The man and the people at his table look at you.

“What?” The man asks, “I’m in the middle of a conversation.”

“Why don’t you stop being an asshole,” You suggest more than ask.

The man scoffs.

“You should just accept your daughter for who she is. It shouldn’t matter who she loves.”

“I don’t support her kind! The gays!”

“Wow, I’m surprised you could even say ‘gays’ without bursting into flames,” You scoff.

“Y/N,” Steve warns, his voice low.

“You know,” You get up from the barstool and face the man. “What’s your problem with it?”

“It’s not right. Love is between a man and a woman!”

“It's the 50s anymore, bud,” You say. “It’s time to grow up and just accept that anyone can love whoever they want!”

“Are you one of them?” The man asks, standing from the table. “Because I’ll beat the snot outta you if you are!”

Steve moves to stand, but you hold your hand out to stop him.

“You couldn’t lay one finger on me.”

The other four people at the table with the man stand up.

“I’m sure we could,” The man says.

“Let’s dance, grandpa,” You smirk.

---

“What the fuck were you thinking?” Steve asks, his voice low as the two of you walk into the Avengers tower.

You wince as the curse comes out of his mouth. “Language,” You joke.

“Y/N, I’m serious!” Steve says. “You should’ve just dropped it!”

“Steve, you know I couldn’t!” You and Steve step into the elevator. “That’s exactly what my parents did to me. They dropped me from their lives when I came out to them.”

“I know, I’m sorry. I just,” Steve sighs. “You could’ve gotten hurt. Well, more than you did.”

“I had you there,” You shrug. “You would’ve stepped in if I needed the help.”

You and Steve exit the elevator and part ways. You head for Natasha’s room. You open the door to her room and step in.

“Hey, ba-” Natasha pauses when she sees your face. “What the hell happened?” Natasha quickly moves off her bed and rushes over to you. “Are you hurt?”

You shake your head, “No.”

“Then why are there bruises all over your face?” Natasha asks, lightly cupping your face in her hands.

“I uh, might’ve gotten into a bar fight,” You shrug.

“Well, did you kick their ass?”

“I kicked all of their asses,” You smirk proudly.

Natasha smirks. “That’s my girl.” Natasha removes her hands from your face. “Now care to tell me wh-”

“Please just kiss me already,” You say. “I think I deserve it.”

Natasha smiles at you. She leans in and gives you a quick kiss. “Better?”

“I think all of my bruises need a kiss to make them feel better,” You say.

“Oh really?” Natasha asks, raising her eyebrows.

You nod, “Yeah, ow, I’m really injured,” You joke. “I think I need you to take care of me!”

Natasha rolls her eyes at your antics. “Sure, babe, whatever you say.” And Natasha cups your face again and peppers your face with kisses.

[relishingwriter]

SUMMARY: As a child, you were taken by the Red Room, where you met and fell in love with the infamous Natasha Romanoff. After years in the hidden, you come back only to lose all of your memories. SHIELD obliges Natasha to pretend to be your wife in order to take HYDRA down, but what will happen once the truth comes to light?

PROLOGUE

NATASHA Romanoff had a secret: she loved a cat-based coffee shop in Washington Heights. There were no tourists there, it was awfully quiet except for the whimpers of the tiny little animals. No one knew this place besides her and Clint, and she preferred it that way.

“Here is your order!” The known barrister said with a smile. She always asked for the same type of meals: chocolate donuts and a strawberry frappucino. Clint used to awfully tease her about it, and even exemplify this habit as a way to prove that she was afraid of change.

“Thank you,” Natasha said politely as she grabbed her package and left the shop. She grabbed a donut and proceeded to eat it, walking towards the neighborhood as if she was a local (and if it was not for her awfully pale skin, she might have gotten away with it). Yet, her subconscious suddenly screamed danger. She remained under the same composure, carefully tracing her steps back — as an Avenger, having people following her was not unusual, but as she played the memories back in her head, she realized that a woman (y/sc) had been on her watch since Natasha left the compound.

Natasha finished her donut and continued her way towards the sappy apartment she owned in Washington; she knew better than to fight in public and put civilians at risk. As she entered her building, she saw you running towards the elevator. You stayed both in silence until the elevator closed.

“Natalia Romanova… I could say I missed you, but that would be a lie,” You pronounced with a smirk, looking at her up and down.

“(Y/N) (Y/L),” She breathed out, her face fully blank. “What do you want?” You scoffed in response, pretending to be offended.

“A gal cannot visit her girl-friend anymore? Well, that is just rude,” You replied, biting your lip. “But well, right now I want you. The Black Widow. The remarkable, female Avenger-“ Natasha made a movement to cut you off, but you put your finger in her mouth. “Shh. I gotta say, I was surprised. Impressed even, with this little act you managed to pull out. I wondered how long this would last but hey, you are dedicated!”

“Here is the thing though, you have something that belongs to me, Talia.” You finished, murmuring in her ear.

“Do I?” Natasha replied, not caring to look at you. The elevator opened right then, and she walked out, and you followed behind her. Natasha breathed in and out as she opened her apartment, and you made your way in.

You both stayed in silence for a few seconds as you examined the apartment. Natasha’s walls were a mix of white and red, and her living room and kitchen were both gigantic and tidy up. One thing was certain: even after all these years, Natasha had barely changed. Then, you surprised Natasha by walking towards her and en-lacing your lips with your hands a little below her waist.

As you both caught your breath, you did something unexpected again: you banged both of your heads together, and Natasha grabbed and twisted your arm impulsively. You barely even flinched, grabbing a pocket knife and cutting a part of her arm. Natasha dodged and kicked you in response — out of nowhere, you ran towards the window and threw yourself off the building. Through your peripheral vision, you could sense a flick of pain in her gaze.

….

“So, she just threw herself off a building?” Stark started, looking at Natasha with an arched eyebrow.

“Yes,” She shrugged her shoulders as if the answer was obvious.

“And you decided to bring her here?” He pressed, this time under a condescending tone.

“Also yes,” Instead of a blanked face, Natasha tossed her head to the side, daring him to continue with the questions.

“Bold choice. Why?” He continued, unaffected by the black widow’s murdering stare.

“She reminds me of someone,” Natasha replied without hesitating. This was not a lie, but it was not the whole truth either — Y/N reminded her of too many things: the Red Room, Melina, and Yelena. What her life would have been if she had not joined SHIELD, and she could never pin if this was either comforting or terrifying.

“What are you going to do once she wakes up?” Stark pried again. Natasha slowly blinked, letting the air suck in before answering.

“Kill her.”

A/N: This is my first fic and I am so excited to be sharing it with you all! Let me know if you want to be added to my taglist :-)

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welcome!

i'm ilana, and this is the greatest show you're ever gonna see! tonight, we celebrate 300 followers with a special performance. look out for fluff, angst, and everything in between. relax and enjoy your night at the theatre (and if you're brave, join the cast and step into the spotlight yourself).

i'm so excited to see the show you all put on! thank you so much again for the amazing experience i've had on tumblr in the last half year. break a leg! ❤️

CURTAIN: SEPTEMBER 01, 2021

to clarify, this is when you can start posting fics, not when you can start signing up for them! you can sign up for them at any point before final bows!

FINAL BOWS: NOVEMBER 30, 2021

THEATRE ETIQUETTE:

there's no word limit, but any fic over 500 words needs to have a "keep reading" feature

please warn for potential triggers or content

tag me in your fic, and tag the work with either #ip theater challenge or #ilanas writing challenge

refrain from writing about underage characters doing 18+ activites, incest, assault, and sc*t. if your blog is 18+ a note will be made on the masterlist, regardless of the individual fic's content.

writers who don't follow this blog are not only welcome, but encouraged! i just want some musical inspired fic content and to have fun. if you'd like to participate you're welcome to!

choose a character or fandom and a prompt and message me that you're doing it. there's no limit on characters or prompts, but I'll keep track of who's doing what here. if you're interested in a musical theatre song that's not on the list, just message me and tell me you're doing it!

reader insert fics, ship fics, and gen fics are welcome!

i'll be making a masterlist for the challenge and updating it every time a fic is posted.

have fun with this! I'm a musical nerd and wanted to incorporate that passion with the fandom side of things!

CAST:

you can write about any character from the marvel cinematic universe, the vampire diaries, the originals, or teen wolf

NUMBERS:

I want people to take inspiration from one of these songs, but it doesn't have to be from the specific lyric I list here. I just wanted to give a little taste of the songs for those who aren't super familiar with musical theatre. Please listen to the song before you commit for context!

FIRST DATE, LAST NIGHT - DOGFIGHT. "meet me halfway / a touch and go of don't know what to say" [ @intrepidacious for Bucky Barnes]

ALL I'VE EVER KNOWN - HADESTOWN. "all i've ever known is how to hold my own / but now i wanna hold you" [me for Steve Rogers]

NO ONE ELSE - NATASHA, PIERRE AND THE GREAT COMET OF 1812. "maybe he'll come today, maybe he came already / and he's sitting in the drawing room / and I simply forgot."

WICKED LITTLE TOWN - HEDWIG AND THE ANGRY INCH. "and if you've got no other choice, just know you can follow my voice / through the dark turns and noise of this wicked little town" [@pietrothepoltergeist for Damon Salvatore x Enzo St.John]

OMAR SHARIF - THE BAND'S VISIT. "from the west, from the south / honey in my ear, spice in my mouth"

STAY - AMELIE: THE MUSICAL. "stay where you are / don't come too close and don't go too far" [@ambrosiase for Bucky Barnes]

HOW 'BOUT A DANCE - BONNIE & CLYDE: THE MUSICAL. "you'll lose the blues and you may lose your heart" [@lady-salvatore for Bucky Barnes]

I NEVER PLANNED ON YOU - NEWSIES. "i got no use for moonlight or sappy poetry / love at first sight's for suckers, at least it used to be" [ @hellotvshowtrash for Sam Wilson]

TOTALLY F*CKED - SPRING AWAKENING. "but the thing that makes you really jump / is that the weirdest shit is still to come"

MEMORY SONG - A STRANGE LOOP. "these are my memories, these are my memories"

WHAT IS THIS FEELING - WICKED. "loathing / unadulterated loathing"

A LITTLE FALL OF RAIN - LES MISERABLES. "a little fall of rain can hardly hurt me now / you're here, that's all I need to know" [@divine-mistake for Natasha Romanoff]

CHIP ON MY SHOULDER - LEGALLY BLONDE. "with the chance I've been given I'm gonna be driven as hell" [@loving-bucky-is-easier for Bucky Barnes]

IF YOU WERE GAY - AVENUE Q. "if you were gay / that'd be okay" [@romancherry for undecided]

PULLED - THE ADDAMS FAMILY. "i'm being pulled in a new direction / and i think i like it"

FALLING SLOWLY - ONCE THE MUSICAL. "i don't know you but i want to all the more for that" [@babycap for Steve Rogers]

TEN MINUTES AGO - ROGERS AND HAMMERSTEIN'S CINDERELLA. "i have found her she's an angel / with the dust of the stars in her eyes" [@auroracalisto for Steve Rogers]

THE NEXT TEN MINUTES - THE LAST FIVE YEARS. "will you share your life with me? / for the next ten minutes" [@yelenabelovq for Carol Danvers]

NO ONE IS ALONE - INTO THE WOODS. "someone is on your side / someone else is not." [@thesewordsareallihavetogive for undecided]

WITH YOU - GHOST THE MUSICAL. "you took my days with you / took my nights with you" [@elijahs-wife for undecided]

SHE USED TO BE MINE - WAITRESS. "she's imperfect but she tries / she is good but she lies" [ @brown-eyed-babes for Elijah Mikaelson]

LIFE BOAT - HEATHERS: THE MUSICAL. "if i say the wrong thing or i wear the wrong outfit / they'll throw me right over the side"

QUIET - MATILDA THE MUSICAL. "quiet like silence but not really silent / just that still sort of quiet"

NOEL'S LAMENT - RIDE THE CYCLONE. "i sing songs until the break of dawn / i embrace a new man every night"

DANCING QUEEN - MAMMA MIA. "see that girl, watch that scene / digging the dancing queen" [@mrs-maximoff-kenner for Lizzie Saltzman]

tagging some mutuals who seem like they've got a song in their heart:

@blueberrybelova, @buckyshairography, @golden-bucky, @mickey-henry, @ritesofreverie, @alittlebitofwords, @imgoingtofreakoutnow, @belladonnabarnes, @babycap, @brown-eyed-babes, @roger-that-cap, @tripleyeeet, @divine-mistake, @jamesqueerpotter, @auroracalisto, @thesewordsareallihavetogive, @dumble-daddy, @dizzydancingdreamer, @hellotvshowtrash, @lady-salvatore, @elijahs-wife, @mikaelsonsdeservedbetter

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This is a PERMANENT STARTER CALL for James “Bucky” Barnes (Winter Soldier). If you would like to interact and plot with Bucky then go ahead and hit the like button. I will then IM you on Tumblr and we can discuss how best to go about getting plots going. Please be patient with me. I will get to everyone as soon as I can. If you are a multimuse blog, please specify which character you’d like to plot with. 

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so yeah, the mcu canon sucks and so does sc*rjo, but holy crap the new black widow trailer had me sobbing like five seconds in....i am so not emotionally prepared for the actual movie, send hugs please - natasha romanoff #🌿🌙

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