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scar-lie · 6 months ago

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No One's Savior [Natasha]

Summary : Life is cruel, God gives you the life you wonder if you deserve, a life were you have no one and have to stand up by your own feet

Pairing : Natasha Romanoff x Fem ! Reader

Warning : Being tortured, blood, death, crying

World Count : 2,777

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"Please, Nat, let's go play around,” you beg her while following her down the stairs. Their mom adopted you a year ago, seeing you in the street trying to make amends to feed yourself and survive another day in the street.

“Your mom said we could play or bike around, please? ”You give her puppy eyes that you know she can't say no to.

"Fine, fine,” she groans, but you jump on happiness and quickly drag her to the garage to get yours and her bike around the neighborhood.

You smile while biking side by side; you never imagine your life will be like this. I mean, you grow up on the street with no one, stealing people’s food, money, clothes, or anything else you can use to exchange for some money.

You were 6 years old when you learned how to steal things, but when you reach the age of 9, you steal something from Melina, but she catches you. She's hesitant at first to get you arrested or put you in the system, but you beg her to let you go, and that's when she decided to adopt you right there and then, and now it's been a year since that day.

Sure, you try to run away after a few days of staying with them, but after a few days away from them, you realize that it's much better to live with them and their strict rules, and you push yourself to adapt to their lifestyle.

At first, Melina's daughters disagree, but with the command of their father, they don't have a choice but to accept it, so they try to get to know you until they accept you and become friends with them.

Even though Melina didn't get the papers for you to be their legal daughter by law, they still treat you like family, and you're happy to be a part of their family.

But Yelena’s sister, Natalia, is the one who makes you stay with them; she's kind, caring, and looking out for you, even if she tries to hide it.

She also catches your eyes, which makes you want to look at those emerald eyes forever. It's mesmerizing you where you sometimes zone out.

But the happy life quickly washed away when Melina and Alexei took the three of you to the Red Room. You thought it would be fine, but once they took you away, you knew that the happy life you had was now over.

“I don't want to be here, Nat,” you whisper, whimpering in the middle of the night, where only you and Nat are awake. Yelena, beside your bed, is sound asleep.

“It's ok, shh,” Nat whispers to you and reaches out to touch your face and wipe your tears. She wants to hug you and cradle you, but the handcuffs on her right hand are preventing her from doing it.

“We will get out, I promise. I’ll get you out of here. Now stop crying,” she whispered, and you nodded and made yourself comfortable.

“Promise? ”She nodded, smiling at you while she squeezed your hand.

“I promise,” she whispers, then kisses the back of your hand.

You sigh in relief, finding a safe place and comfort in the Red Room after everything you've been through for over 9 years. She still provides you comfort and a safe place, and you already fall for her, and so does she. Even though she won't admit it, she still loves you deep inside.

As long as she's here with you, you'll be okay at the end of the day. Even if your foot will bleed again from ballet, you killed someone, or they give you a punishment, you know you will be okay, and you've been holding on to Nat’s promise over the years that someday you three will be free.

But again, you should have learned the first time that not everything will stay the way it is and that promises—as someone says—are meant to be broken, and they are right.

Promise really meant to be broken, like how Natalia broke hers, how she just left you behind those bars, locked up, begging her to let you come with her.

"Natalia, please don't…don't leave me here.” You begged her when she turned around to leave this place and start her new life.

"Nat, please, I don't want to be here anymore. Please let me come with you, please.” You cry out for her, so she turns around again and puts her hands on your cheeks while she tries not to cry like you, and she smiles at you.

“I’ll come back for you, I promise... I will be back, ok? ”She whispered, swallowing the lump in her throat.

“No, no, please, Nat.” You grip her wrist, not letting her go, but she forces herself to get her wrist back and turns around.

“NAT NO…PLEASE….YOU PROMISED…NATALIA,” you scream, bagging the metal bars and watching her walk away from your sight until she's gone, so you drop on your knees and cry to yourself.

You just wish that you didn't make a little mistake on your ballet so you wouldn't be here in this cell alone, that maybe you're now with Natasha getting out of here.

But you still hold on to another promise, the promise she didn't—again—fulfill, and you're so stupid to believe that she will come back for you.

If you have a thought past in the RedRoom, now your life in there is hell. Since Natalia escaped, they put more security, they doubled the training, and you—your life has become hell.

Why? Since she escaped, you've become the target of everyone. When you were sleeping, they tried to suffocate you. Since the handcuffs are now gone, they can do whatever they want.

They even beat you up, and for the high staff of the Red Room, gosh, they also give you a hard time. They believe that you know the whereabouts of Natalia, so they tortured you.

Drown you, beat you up, hand you up with your hands tied up on your back, and do everything they can to break you, but since you didn't say anything, they turned you into one of the greatest black widows on your program.

And since then, you hate Natalia; you blame her for everything that had happened to you, so you become, though, a cold-hearted person and a killer machine. Dreykov wants

“Uhuh…you're ready! ”He smirked, standing on his chair behind his long table, where you were standing in front of him, emotionless.

“You've become the greatest widow I can imagine! ”He then lights up his tobacco and goes around his table and to your back, whispering in your ear.

“One of my pride and joy,” he giggled to himself, then went in front of you and sat on his table.

“What do you think about a mission—a highly top mission, huh? ”He then took a folder, looking inside to see if it's the file he's talking about.

“I’m gladly accepting whatever mission needs to be done, sir,” you said in monotone, so he gave you the folder, and you took it.

“That's what I wanted about you; no second guessing,” he says, smirking and urging you to open up and take a look at the mission he's given you.

When you read what it is, your heart stops for a few seconds, a feeling you didn't know you would be feeling again, but thanks to the training you had, you cover it up pretty well, and then you close the folder and look at Dreykov.

“I will not let you down, sir.”

“That's what I wanted to do here; no, go and prepare.” With that, you get out of his office and go get the things you need for the mission, to kill Natalia.

“Update to everybody? ”Steve said on the coms while he brought down four guards of the Red Room.

“Clint, east wing”

“Tony, east sky.”

“Thor, at the Helipad.”

“Lower ground in the north, Wanda.”

“Top south, Clint.”

Everybody took their update, but Nat and Steve's hearing nothing makes him worried about the redhead—not that he didn't trust her and her abilities, but still, that's his teammates in the field, fighting.

“Nat, update? ”He reminded her, and after a few minutes, she replied.

"Underground.” Then Steve nodded to himself and went back to fighting the enemy.

“Augh! ”Natasha then coughs up the dust when she tries to open the locked gate of one of the cells in the underground.

“I think there's no one here,” she mumbles to herself, and when she turns around and walks a few steps to go back up, there's a sound, coming to the end of the hallway, a cough. It's not audible since she's far from the source, but she's a spy, and her senses are highly activated every time.

So she quickly took her gun out, pointed to the hallway in case someone suddenly jumped on her, and slowly and carefully walked towards the sound.

Then she pointed her gun inside when she finally got to the last cell at the end of the hallway, seeing a woman tied up in the chair, blood and deep, superficial wounds littering all over her body.

She quickly put her gun down and slowly but surely walked closer, but once she's close enough to see her body up close, she freezes, seeing the birthmark on her shoulder.

“Y/N? ”You then scoff, recognizing her voice—the same voice you've despise the most, the same voice you wanted to get revenge on.

"Natalia,” you look up at her eyes—the same eyes you've adored for years, the same eyes that gave you comfort and a safe place before, but now? Now all you see and feel is her broken promises and the betrayal she has done.

When you look into those eyes for the past few months, all you see is you being tortured over and over again. You wanted her to feel the same way you felt.

You wanted to kill her with your bare hands, but every time you tried to, she dodged it. She always fought back. She will always be greater than you.

That's why you're here now, bleeding to death because you can't kill her, so Dreykov chooses to slowly kill you, making sure to make you feel how unworthy and a failure you are that you couldn't kill the black widow herself.

“What are you waiting for, huh? ...You can now kill me,” you snarl at her. Your left eye is blurry because of the swelling and bruise, and your eyes are bleeding, making it harder to open your eye.

“No, don't say that…” Natasha quickly put her gun to her holster and kneeled in front of you, inspecting every inch of your body, making her shudder in horror.

“What have they done to you? ”She looks up at your eyes; her eyes are glistening with tears, not wanting to cry in front of you, but once you see the pity in her eyes, you scoff.

“Don’t act like you don't like what you're seeing.” You then cough up blood, making you feel even weaker than before.

“Wh-what? What are you talking about? ”She's worried that seeing coughing up blood makes her blood run cold.

“It breaks me seeing you like this,” she then proceeds to untie you while, deep inside her, she's panicking.

“You don't have to pretend like you fucking care! ”You weakly growl, getting angry at the moment.

“I do, I do care, my love, I do,” she firmly said, looking up at you. Her eyes say it all, and now tears run down her cheek, but you don't have anything in you to believe her, maybe because you already learned your lesson and don't want to be fooled once again.

“Really? Then why did you leave me here? Huh? ”Natasha, swallow the lump on her throat and go back, untying you to avoid the question.

“Why didn't you come back like you promised? ”And since your body weight is all forward, Natasha caught you when your limp body got freed from the restraint.

“I waited for you, like a fucking dog waiting for their master to come back! You betrayed me! ”She then put you down, taking you on her lap.

“And don't you fucking dare call me'my love'? I’m not the same person you once knew! ”You spat; you wanted to push her or get out of her arm—the same arms that calm you down—but now it feels like burning.

“Shhh…. You'll be OK. I promise. I’m here now…I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.” She sniffs and wipes away her tears while she caresses your cheek, and then again you cough more blood.

“No, you're not fucking sorry, and we both know your promise meant nothing! If it's not, you should have gotten me out of here the first time, like you promised! ”She hugged you while tears streamed down her face.

“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry, Y/N, I’m sorry,” she keeps chanting while your breathing is shallow and you're slowly losing consciousness, and Natasha notices it.

“No, Y/N, don't close your eyes... Please...” She quickly taps her intercoms to send someone to her.

“Wanda, Tony, Steve, anybody, I need back up ASAP.” She then keeps tapping your cheeks to keep you awake.

“Hang on, my love... You're going to be okay; just keep your eyes open, please. I'm not going to leave you. Again, just please...keep your eyes open,” she whispered, beg caressing your cheek like she did before.

“You know that I fucking hate you?”She gasped, hearing it from your own mouth.

“I fucking want to hurt you…..I wanted to hurt you like you hurt me. I want to make you feel what they have done to me! ”You look up at her eyes, tears streaming down both sides of your faces.

“Because you fucking left me here alone! ....I begged you…I called out for you. I even waited for you to come back…but you never came…you didn't fulfill your promises. Instead, you turned your back on me. You left and left me here alone, suffering.” You put your hand on top of her cheek and squeezed it the best you could.

“I was scared, Natalia. I’m scared, and you're not there anymore…I’m always scared” You put all of your strength on your hand to take her hand, move it to your lips, kiss her palm, and put it back on your cheek, squeezing it.

“I know… I know, and I’m sorry, my love….I’m sorry I left you behind….I’m sorry. I didn't mean to leave you, I didn't mean to.” She cries out, and you smile at her, a genuine smile you never did for over a year, but Natasha quickly panics when you close your eyes and your hand drops.

“No…no no no…please dekta…open your eyes…please I’m begging you…open your eyes” she tried…she tried to wake you up but you didn't show any sign of waking up, and now every second the warmth of your body is fading and thinking of them makes her wanna die too, instead she hugged and rocked you back and forth while she cried, savoring the warmth of your body that she knows she'll never feel again.

“I’m so sorry, my love,” she whispers, putting her cheek on yours, and that's when Wanda barges into the room, worried.

“Nat? ”Wanda stopped on her track, hearing and seeing Nat cry.

“What happened? ”She slowly walks towards her and keeps a distance to give Natasha some space.

It broke Wanda seeing her like this; she knows her as a tough, wise, and smart woman who never shows any weaknesses or lowers her ground, but now that Wanda sees her at her lowest, it breaks her.

“She's gone,” Natasha chokes at her own words. It hurts to admit it and get it out of her own mouth that you're gone. She knows she has to accept it whether she likes it or not

A.N : guys I made a video of this one shot, anyone wants to see it?

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nataliasquote · 9 months ago

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Ghost Of You | n romanoff

Summary: learning to move on after Natasha’s sacrifice is the hardest thing in the world

Warnings: mentions of grief, loss, Natasha’s death

wc: 3.2k

note: this is an old fic I wrote ages ago, but I used to love it. I’ve given you enough fluff now anyway… also inspired by the song ‘Ghost of You’ by 5SOS.

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Four months.

It'd been four months since she died.

Four months without Natasha.

And Y/n keep telling everyone she was fine, but there was a part of her that kept saying that her Natasha wasn’t really gone.

And it's the irrational part of her brain.

But she missed that redhead more than anyone knew.

Words couldn’t begin explain how much she missed her.

It was painful. It felt as though the world had come crashing down, plunging everything into total darkness. And when there was light, colour ceased to exist. Because what was a life without a purpose or reason to live?

Her sun. Gone.

Her home. Gone

Nothing left except harsh reminders of what could have been. There was no future anymore. Y/n spent her days in the past, tangled in memories that were wearing with age. A distorted version of her reality that became harder to grasp with every day that slipped by. The memories were slipping through her fingers, no matter how hard she tried.

Yelena was left to pick up the pieces her sister had left behind. A crumbled widow, her whole life a subject of loss, yet somehow she remained an iron fortress throughout it all. Y/n was family, something Yelena didn’t have much of, or knew much about, but she would be damned if anything happened to her now. She wasn’t sure she could handle another loss.

Y/n had taken residence in her spare room, the barren walls now burdened with grief. It settled across the floor like an unsettling blanket, smothering all who dared to step foot over the threshold.

But Yelena soldiered on. It was down to her to pull Y/n out of the pits she had crawled into in her mind, and today no different. The door creaked from lack of use, the room’s darkness only broken up by the light spilling around the old curtains. A body lay curled up in bed, but the blonde knew she was not asleep.

Against her instincts, Yelena made sure her boots were loud on the exposed floorboards, alerting the jumpy woman of her presence. She crouched slowly, a hand reaching out to land on Y/n’s knee softly.

"You ok?" She asked, receiving no movement or change of expression. Y/n’s eyes were heavy, but not with lack of sleep. This tiredness extended further than that; a tiredness of life. “Y/n, it’s me.”

A mumble came as a reply, which Yelena took as a positive. Some days received absolutely no recognition, so a sound or nod was progress.

“Any idea of what you want to do today?” She probed again, moving over to the curtains to draw them back slightly. Y/n winced at the light, another good sign. The outside air was cool and a welcome refreshment as the Russian pushed the rusty window open a fraction.

“Bed and sleep,” came the reply. A possible plan, yes, but not exactly what Yelena was thinking.

“How about we go somewhere today?” Y/n didn’t look convinced. “Natasha would want you to, you know that.”

“Don’t say her name!” Y/n cried, her voice breaking from lack of use and raw emotion. She refused to mention Natasha anymore, too afraid of what was lying just below the surface if she did.

But something had switched in Yelena overnight, and she turned around quickly. “She was my sister. I have every right to say her name Y/n.” That was clearly the wrong thing to say, but what did she know? Yelena had barely been out of the Red Room for two years. Social cues weren’t a strong suit. “I am sorry, I didn’t mean to. I just know she wouldn’t want you moping around grieving her like this. She would want you to go out and live your life. See the world.”

"How can I see the world when she was my world." Y/n whispered, tears rolling down her cheeks and soaking into her pillow. "I loved her but never got to show her properly. There is so much more I could have done for her. If I'd just had more time." Yelena crouched down and helped her sit up, offering a tissue to clean herself up a bit.

"I have a suggestion for you. I was talking to Wanda yesterday and we think it might be a good idea if you go back there."

Y/n looked up at her with red and puffy eyes. “Back where?”

“Back home, Y/n. The apartment that you and Natasha shared. You’ve still got lots of your stuff there and I’m sure there’s some things of hers you want.”

Y/n had stopped listening at the word ‘home’. Home wasn’t a place, it never had been. It was a feeling. A person. Y/n would never be able to go home anymore. An empty apartment ridden with memories wasn’t somewhere she wanted to be. Not without Natasha to breathe life into those four walls. Without her it was just dark. Lifeless.

Just like how she felt right now.

Yet her response was surprising. An “ok” tumbled past her lips before she could even register what she was saying, taking both her and Yelena by surprise. She leaned against the wall and pulled her knees up to her chest, staring at a dark spot on the duvet cover.

“Ok? I’ll be there the whole time, don’t worry. How about I give you some time to get ready and I’ll meet you out by the truck?” Y/n nodded, her eyes not moving, and Yelena took that as her cue to leave.

A shower felt like too much work, so Y/n dragged her hair into a ponytail and let it hang limply, too exhausted to try and do anything with it. The yellowing light in the bathroom only emphasised her dark circles and she eyed her make up bag that sat balanced on the edge of the sink.

Concealer barely helped, as did mascara, but Y/n tried all the same, almost willing herself to look better. If Natasha saw her in this state she would have crumbled, but she wasn’t there so Y/n couldn’t find it within her to care.

Placing her mascara back in the bag, her fingertips brushed over a familiar tube. She pulled it out and stared at it carefully, the writing old and faded on the packaging. But there was no mistaking Natasha’s favourite red lipstick. She refused to use any other shade and it always looked so vibrant against her pale skin. But looking at it now, it just looked so dull.

Y/n pressed her lips to it gently and slipped it into her pocket, where it nestled alongside a folded photograph and a promise ring.

Natasha’s promise ring. The one she used to wear alongside her wedding ring. The wedding ring that matched the one currently strung around her neck, too obnoxious to stay on her finger now.

Their key to everlasting happiness.

But what good was a key on its own? Useless without its matching component, a harsh reminder of what could have been but never will be.

Yelena was sat in the back seat of the truck with Fanny, giving the Akita belly rubs which he clearly loved. She looked up at Y/n and smiled, climbing through to settle into the drivers seat. “Fanny doesn’t know the meaning of stay yet, so I’ll bring him along. But he won’t come inside.”

Y/n nodded, and placed her elbow on the window edge, her cheek falling into her palm. The gentle hum of the engine combined with the smoothness of the road pulled her back into her head, memories swirling around but never fully making themselves known. Y/n was in the muddy middle ground, somewhere between numbness and a breakdown.

After an hour the car came to a stop. She knew this parking lot. Knew which space Nat always kept her bike in. She was always so particular.

Holding the key tightly in her fist, Y/n ascended the metal stairs, ignoring the way the rough edges of the key dug into her skin and left an imprint. She knew how to wiggle it into the lock just enough to get it to turn, muscle memory taking over.

As she opened the door, the living room was dark. A light layer of dust covered all the surfaces from the lack of use, and small slits of lights peaked through the closed curtains. There were books piled on the table and a couple of old beer bottles stranded on the floor. Y/n looked around in a daze, completely absorbed by the change of atmosphere. This place used to be so full of life. But now it was dull and barren.

Her heart skipped a beat as her eyes glanced to the floor. By the door, like they'd just been taken off, was Nat's pair of old converse. They were once black, but now sported a dark grey colour, having been worn so often. She wore them everywhere when she wasn't working.

Y/n bent down and picked them up, looping the laces over her fingers so she could easily carry them with her. The kitchen door was open, so she carried on walking, almost in a trance. Yelena hadn’t entered yet, wanting to give her some privacy in her old home.

The kitchen was brighter as the blinds were open, and everything was just as they had left it. A pile of clean dishes on the rack, just waiting to be put away. Nat's collection of weird keychains that she collected from every place she visited. A pile of hair ties and bobby pins that always disappeared. But most importantly, the fridge.

It was used more like their main photo album. Photos covered the silver metal, miscellaneous magnets holding photos of the couple onto it. There was a picture of Nat kissing Y/n on the beach, the first date we ever went on as an official couple. Even in the one captured moment, you could see how tender Natasha was, cupping Y/n’a face with her rough palms like she was a priceless jewel. Looking at it, she could still feel her touch.

There were a few candid ones from their trip to Europe and even some from their wedding day. But the one in the middle made her heart ache.

Nat laying on a picnic blanket in the park, her hair pulled back in a half up messy braid. She was lying on her stomach with a book open out in front of her, legs bent up behind her with those damn converse on her feet. She had the biggest smile on her face and she was laughing into the camera. Y/n remembered that day so vividly and she started to cry. She could never feel that way again, so happy, so relaxed.

"Damn it!” She yelled, slamming her hand onto the counter and taking a shaky breath in.

"Y/N?" a voice questioned, breaking her out of her mini outburst. Y/n quickly turned around to find the source of the voice, which was coming from the door way. The shoes fell out of her hand as she layed eyes upon the woman stood in the doorway.

Red hair was the first thing Y/n noticed.

Arms wide. A big smile on her face.

Not wasting any time, she ran into her open arms and felt herself being picked up, bodies spinning around like they always used to do. Both women were both giggling and smiling at each other, tears running down their faces.

"Oh my god you're actually here! I thought you left me" Y/n cried, grabbing onto Natasha’s face and planting kisses everywhere. Her nose, cheeks, jaw, everywhere she had missed being able to feel beneath her fingertips suddenly felt so real and she could sense the weight being lifted off her chest. It just felt right.

"I would never leave you baby." Natasha said, before their lips met in a bruising kiss.

"I knew you wouldn't. I knew you'd come back for me!" Y/n couldn’t help but laugh against her lips, the worry and sadness leaving her body, making her lighter. There were truly no words to describe it, but feeling Natasha’s lips on hers and her green eyes bringing so much warmth and safety into her body, Y/n never wanted to leave again.

Music started playing softly and Nat looked at the girl in her arms. "Can I have this dance, my beautiful wife?" She wrapped her arms around Y/n’s waist, who placed hers loosely around her neck as they started to sway. She didn't know where the music was coming from, but she didn't care. All thst was in her brain was the fact that she was here with Natasha. Finally.

They danced to the music, waltzing around the kitchen, eyes fixated on each other. Y/n felt as giddy as she did when they shared their first kiss, her hands feeling the way Natasha’s hair was so soft as it brushed her fingertips. The way her hands felt on her body gave Y/n a sense of relief and she sighed, resting her head on Natasha’s shoulder. She leaned her head on top of her wife’s and wrapped her arms tighter around her waist, still swaying to the beat. They fit together so perfectly, like a key in a lock.

"I've missed this." Y/n muttered into Natasha’s neck who hummed in agreement.

"Me too" she husked. God, that voice. She’d missed that too.

As the song picked up, Nat released Y/n from her arms and spun her around, twirling her around the floor like a ballerina. The redhead scooped her up in her arms and spun around, their laughter filling the once empty room. Y/n was taller than Natasha when Nat picked her up, so she gazed down at her and grinned, the same look adorning both of their faces. Love. Admiration. Relief.

As Natasha slowly lowered Y/n to the ground, they met each other with another kiss. The song slowly faded away in the background and they gradually stopped moving, but stayed in each other's arms.

"I see you found my converse?" Natasha pointed out, and Y/n turned around to see where she was looking.

"Oh yeah. I picked them up because I didn't know you were here." She couldn’t help but blush.

Natasha bent down and picked them up, handing them back over with a soft look in her eyes. "You keep them. They look better on you anyway." She said, flashing her signature smile.

"Are you sure?" Y/n asked, her brows creasing in the middle. “These were your favourite shoes!"

"I can always get some more if I need them."

Y/n looped the laces around her fingers once more and pulled Nat into another hug, just breathing in her scent. There was no perfume to distract her, just purely Natasha. Tears started rolling down her cheeks as the familiar scent she knew and loved filled her nose. The smell of home.

They finally pulled away and Natasha took a couple of steps back, leaning on the door frame as she had done previously.

"You know I love you Y/N. I always have and I always will. Don't you ever forget that." She said, folding her arms and smiling at the woman in front of her.

"I love you too,” Y/n whispered and Natasha blew her a kiss.

"Y/n?" Another voice called from behind her. It was Yelena this time, the blonde having waited for long enough outside. She placed a hand on Y/n’s shoulder and followed her gaze to where Natasha had been stood.

"I love you" Y/n muttered again, tears streaming down her face.

"Y/n who are you talking to?" Yelena asked, worry lacing her words.

"Nat. She's right there." She said, pointing to Natasha in the doorway.

"What? Detka, Nat's not here. What are you talking about?" Yelena asked. Y/n turned around to face her and then looked back to where Natasha was standing.

Or where she was standing. Except now that spot was empty.

She wasn’t there.

"She was there! She was just there! No!" The girl was in distress, shouting and crying as she ran around, checking everywhere in the apartment.

"Y/n what's going on?" Yelena asked hesitantly, her concerned increasing by the second. What had she missed?

“She’s gone! Nat left! She left me again! No, she promised she wouldn’t leave me again.” She was a sobbing mess, collapsing to her knees in the middle of the apartment, no longer caring about the dust that thickly coated the floor. Yelena rushed to her side and knelt down, pulling her into a hug. She rocked the sobbing girl gently, tightening her grip as she felt Y/n clutch at her shirt to ground herself. She was muttering frantically, incoherent sentences flowing into each other.

"Y/n, Nat's gone. She isn't coming back." It was harsh, but Yelena had to say it. The truth stung.

"She was just here." Y/n whimpered. "We danced together. I felt her. She was real!"

"Oh Y/n. That wasn’t real."

"It was real to me!" She pressed her head back into Yelena’s shoulder and continued to cry, laboured breaths dragging themselves through her constricted lungs, clawing at her insides and almost begging to break through her chest.

And the whole time those stupid converse were in her hand.

She never let them go.

They were the last thing Y/n ever got from her.

The only thing close enough to serve as a final reminder.

Of Nat.

Her Nat.

Natasha Romanoff.

Daughter. Sister. Avenger.

Wife.

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noturlondonboy · 6 months ago

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No More Excuses//Katelena

Chapter 13: What Would She Think?

Pairing: Kate Bishop x Yelena Belova

Chapter Summary: Yelena stumbles upon the Avenger’s plaque and finds herself talking to Natasha.

A/N: angst for the soul. Enjoy <3

Chapter Warnings: Natasha, blood, grief

The blood comes off of her hands and face easily enough with the help of melted snow from a drainpipe, and Yelena has thrown her coat back on over the leather of her stealth suit before slowly making her way back to Kate's apartment. There's a jauntiness to her step that would rightfully terrify anyone who knew why it was there in the first place, but the assassin doesn't really care to mind that. The city is more and more alive around her the farther away she gets from the crime scene, and the barest hint of light was starting to tint the sky, ever-so slowly.

She's walking for only about 20 minutes before she sees the Avengers dedication plaque, and Yelena freezes.

Natasha's name stares at her from the stone and metal, written out in a strong font but still so plain. The air escaped Yelena's lungs from her parted lips, and tears sprung to her eyes. She was a little girl again, happy and naive. Playing with her older sister. Sitting at the table with her perfect American family.

But it was not to be.

"Natasha," Yelena choked out, her throat tight and hot with the tears in her eyes. She strode up closer to the plaque, hovering her hand over her sister's name before tracing each delicate, loving letter with her thumb. "My Natasha."

She's small and protected, so ignorant, so excited for her life. She loved her mom, her papa, but her sister above all.

"Oh, Natasha," she wails, sliding down to her knees and pressing her forehead against the cold stone. "Natasha, I miss you. I miss you so much." Yelena lets the sobs shake her body, gives herself this moment to be vulnerable and broken and alone. "I wish- I had been there with you, had a chance to stop you. Find another way." She doubled over her knees, one hand still up on the plaque. "It could've been me instead of you. I would have done it. Anything for you."

A month ago, she had been planning Clint Barton's death. His picture on the tablet offered to her had seared itself into her mind, branding her eyelids and haunting her sleep as she planned and coordinated and traveled to find him. She was blind. Lost. So angry and heartbroken that she thought of nothing but how much better she would feel once Barton had a sword through his stomach.

She had been so ready to kill him. He lied and lied again, and let Natasha sacrifice herself. He was why she was gone. He was the reason Yelena felt only pain.

But then Clint had whistled, and Yelena's heart had stopped dead in her chest.

For a split second, she had imagined that she would turn around and find her sister there, smile wide and arms open. But Barton had struggled to sit up, tears streaming down his face as he grieved the same woman that she did, and Yelena had to accept it then. Natasha told him about the whistle. She trusted him, loved him. He said that Natasha talked about her all the time, and Yelena's mind had gone blank of anything but how much she would give to see her sister just one more time.

A month ago, Yelena had been planning to kill the one person who loved Natasha as much as she did. And now, she would forever be grateful he still walked the earth.

"I love you so much," Yelena whispered, her cries coming down to a whimper. "You were my everything. My Natasha."

Forgive me, little sister. It was real to me, too.

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bedlamsbard · 2 years ago

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thinking idly about how one could do Hawkeye if Clint dies on Vormir instead of Natasha and honestly? pretty much the same plot. and I double-checked that the Vormir gear and the Ronin gear aren’t the same since my initial thought was “oh, you couldn’t run that plot line because the gear’s lost in space” -- nope it was probably still in the compound. maybe he had multiple swords, since Clint had his on Vormir.

Natasha is in New York either already cleaning up Clint/Ronin’s messes or just doing last-minute Christmas shopping; she is putting off going to the Barton farm for Christmas because she feels so guilty about Clint’s death even though Laura doesn’t blame her.

Kate gets involved the same way, by stealing the Ronin outfit at the auction, leading Natasha to get involved the same way that Clint does, when she sees the Ronin on television. Only instead of chasing the ghost of her own past, she’s chasing the ghost of her dead best friend.

Kate's doing the Peter Parker and Kamala Khan thing of "well, I have the ability to do this, so I'm going to" re ~being a superhero and Natasha's trying to keep her out of it while Kate stubborns her way in.

There can be a nice bonding moment where Kate awkwardly tells Natasha that Black Widow isn't her favorite Avenger even though she's a girl and Natasha's just like "why would I be your favorite Avenger just because I'm a girl. what does that have to do with it."

Does Yelena do contract killing without Natasha's death? maybe not. maybe she does (for plot reasons) and Val sends her after Ronin-not-unmasked so she's chasing Kate too and she and Natasha have a weird fight-y reunion on the rooftop. Natasha doesn’t want to tell her that Ronin was Clint so there’s a tense “stay out of my way, Natasha” conversation before she flings herself off the roof and Natasha’s just, “well. that went well.” *internal screaming*

Maybe Natasha puts on the Ronin suit to have that interaction with Maya, trying to take credit for Clint’s numerous murders.

Kate’s bow gets broken/damaged/something at some point and Natasha gives her Clint’s bow and quiver of trick arrows for the big finale fight.

Yelena turns up for the fight too.

at the end Natasha brings Yelena, Kate, and Lucky to the Barton farm for Christmas and Natasha calls Kate “Hawkeye.”

#also I GENUINELY don't believe that steve goes into the past without natasha dying #shipper goggles or not #but that's a whole 'nother thing #he is also at the farm for christmas and he and natasha make out #bedlam watches the mcu #adventures in accountability

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quietlyimplode · 2 years ago

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different names for the same thing - part two

Part One (but can be read as stand alone)

Warnings: injuries/blood

Word Count: 2.3k (gif not mine)

Summary: Clint and Natasha finish a mission, exhausted and injured. All is not as it seems. Yelena holds out hope her sister can save her.

A/N: so you can thank @broken--bow for the continuation of this - mistakes are mine, there might be a part three (esp if your musings take you there) but take it as open ending for now.

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Yelena stares.

Disbelief at what she’s seeing.

She knows that walk, that strut.

A strange mix of anger and love burns deep in her.

Natasha’s red head disappears as the man follows alongside her.

“Have you placed the charges?”

The call comes through her comms and she shakes her head to get rid of it.

Heading up the front of the building, she decides she’s doesn’t care about the cameras. She’ll delete the footage anyway, or someone will.

The benefit of working for an organisation is that they have enough self interest to cover her back so that no one comes after her.

“Sloppy,” she says out loud when she sees how Natasha and her partner have left the one charge.

She rolls her eyes and lays down two more, pocketing one for herself.

The red room doesn’t need to know she has her own cache of weapons, they know nothing about.

The magazines for the pistols, the C4, the throwaway identities; tantamount to death if they ever found out.

But still, Yelena lives in hope.

One day.

Maybe.

Things won’t be this bad.

Life might be different.

She hears them on the roof.

It seems like an idiotic move, set charges for a building to blow; and then go up, rather than run away.

Yelena leaves, only looking back to see them both abseiling down the building.

She counts down in her head.

At one, the charges blow, and even though she is almost a block away, the blow back of heat is still warm on her back.

The red room has power.

They are ghosts in the night, the baba yaga, they are everywhere and nowhere and Yelena hates them.

There’s nothing she can do.

There’s nothing she can ever do.

Seeing Natasha, the great Avenger, feels like it’s something though, maybe more anger, maybe something like hope.

What if her sister could save her? What if she could get her and the other widows out?

No more Dreykov.

No more training, or dogs, or handlers.

No more Red Room.

It’s a thought that sits with her into the night, as she stares at the lone block of C4, ready for her secret storage container.

There’s a plan that seems to be formulating in her head. A thought that makes her feel a bit nauseous in its ambition.

Placing the block away, she readies herself for bed; the last night before she goes back to the horrors. She knows she should be sleeping whilst she can, but even with the door rigged and cameras set up, she can’t sleep.

Natasha can’t save her.

But maybe she can push her to do something.

Even if she’s never shown any interest in doing it before, even though she has the might of super powered people, and she still hasn’t come for her.

Yelena doesn’t often allow herself to dwell on their relationship, it feels to fraught with what if’s.

What if Dreykov allowed them to stay together?

What if Natasha actually came for her?

Would they both still be alive?

Yelena doesn’t think so.

It’s likely they would have been made to fight each other, hate each other, kill each other.

She would like to think they would have tried to escape together.

And everyone knows how that goes.

Her mind flits to the mangled bodies of Katya, Polina and Nadia. Their escape attempts all admirable and more involved than the next.

But still.

Failures, all of them.

Who is she to think that she is any different?

The red room is a ghost.

Eyes everywhere and nowhere.

Yelena gets up and off the bed, checks the doors, windows and alarms again.

The feeling that someone is watching, is haunting.

She glances at the clock and groans.

2am.

If she goes to sleep now, she’ll have four hours of sleep.

Natasha can help.

Natasha will help.

Anger and love boil in gut again, but this time it doesn’t feel so caustic.

July, she tries again.

Ten weeks after the explosion, she wonders just how to get the attention of the avengers, of Natasha or perhaps whatever Shield is using as it’s pseudonym these days.

She’s told no one, kept her head down and finally been sent out again.

It’s like Dreykov knew, maybe from the look in her eye when she returned. He’d put her into medical, into reprogramming.

It had felt like weeks before she had felt herself again. The cobwebs thick, as she’d pushed through to get back to herself.

She never lost the thought though.

Natasha.

Her only chance.

She can’t escape; she’ll die; but if Natasha rescues her….

Her first mission out is of course in America.

Las Vegas of all places.

It’s loud, and full of people.

She blends in easily, her American accent coming back naturally, as she laughs easily at the check in of the hotel.

“Thank you,” she tells the woman, taking her card key.

The MGM is a sea of people, hotel rooms and chaos - all the things she can use to help her orchestrate a plan.

Even though this is all she’s thought of, she knows it cannot be planned; because if it is, it would be pried from her mind.

The effects of the after mission debrief include the stock standard sodium pentathol concoction; and she knows that the more she believes the lie the easier it is to tell it under the effects of a drugged mind.

Sitting cross legged on the bed, she separates her own mission (a simple intel gathering), and the one she wants more than she cares to admit.

If she leaves a mark, they’ll know; but she feels it has to be obvious to Natasha. Obvious enough to know that it was her, or perhaps the red room.

She’s on American soil, so the likelihood of whatever she does getting fed up the chain is a good option.

Killing the mark, she supposes, does that, and it’s not against her mission parameters.

She wonders if she could make him swallow something first, so when they open him up, they have to take notice.

The more she thinks of it, the more she likes it.

She takes out the bag of pills they’ve sent her with, and she sighs. Nothing of use to harbor a message in.

There’s two things she can do.

Metal or plastic.

Metal seems like the better choice, sturdy, easy to carve into, and not digestible, no matter how long it stays in the body.

Plastic is the same but perhaps harder to make sure that whatever message is on it, stays.

Yelena sighs and stands, making her way to the gift shop. Everything feels like an effort lately.

A magnet is as good as anything.

She smiles to the woman manning the shop, walks around and walks out; the small magnet sharp in her hand.

Back in the safety of her suite, she stares at it, unsure what to do next.

An hourglass seems too obvious.

Their initials more obvious still.

Deciding carefully, she puts a set of coordinates, one’s she knows off by heart. Ones she swore she’d never go back to.

Lies, only lies live there, but still, maybe they’re good for something.

Natasha exits medical, the follow up from her concussion and broken arm. Thankfully it had been short, and the clearance easily done.

Though she had been cleared for four weeks, they had wanted to make sure the surgery from her arm had resulted in a full recovery; it had also meant low ball missions, talking to dignitaries, congress and consulting.

She’s bored out of her mind.

Clint and Tony had been allowed out together, even Steve had. Her anger had been palpable and she knows she had not been a good friend the last couple of weeks.

So much so, even in the shooting range Clint had avoided her, their fight over chicken nuggets the night before still fresh even though they hadn’t gone to bed angry.

Natasha feels her phone buzz.

“LA - mission request #67265 - investigation into the murder of Senator Erend. Your presence is required.”

She smiles.

Finally.

Heading to her room, she logs onto the computer for the full mission debrief and frowns.

She needs to find Clint.

“It can’t be.”

Clint stares at the picture, zooming in.

“It has to be.”

“And you’re sure of the coordinates?”

Natasha’s stare is enough for him to raise his hands in submission.

“Okay, okay, I was just asking.”

She takes back the tablet and zooms in, glancing at the picture again.

“It has to be her, right?”

“Or Melina?”

Clint shrugs.

“She’s dead,” Natasha replies.

“And just over two months ago, you thought Yelena was too.”

She sits, and stares at the picture, just as Clint had done, trying to find if there was any other information, anything that gave a clue about what the hell was going on.

Clint nudges her.

“Do you think it’s time to talk to Fury? Or even Maria?”

There’s a pit that sinks every time she thinks of what Yelena being here, and sending messages of distress, might mean.

“Do you think they’re back?”

Her biggest fear voiced in the smallest voice.

He takes her hand and squeezes it.

“I don’t know.”

They sit in silence as Clint thinks on the evidence that Natasha had presented when she had been fully cognizant. He’d dismissed it because of her concussion, the woman leaving could have been anyone; the larger explosion could have just been because of the placement of their c4.

Her evidence had been circumstantial at best.

This made it less likely that that was a coincidence.

“What do you want to do?”

It might be that she wanted to do nothing, maybe that she would just let this go and see where it takes them; though even as he thinks the words, he knows that’s not her.

“Can we talk to Tony?”

He pulls his phone out and dials, the picture of them both on the screen before Tony picks up with a frown.

“You rang?”

“You busy?”

“You want to do my work?” There’s a snark to his voice that makes Natasha slightly on edge, and want to answer snark with snark.

“We need some help.”

“Of course you do,” he bites.

“When’d you sleep last?” Natasha asks suddenly.

Tony mellows as he doesn’t answer straight away.

“I… uhhh… I don’t remember,” he sighs, rubbing his hand over his face and then looking into the phone for the first time.

“It’s okay, we’ll sort this, you get some rest,” she smiles, shallowly.

Tony visibly deflates at Natasha’s kindness.

Clint knows he wouldn’t have approached that the same, and he knows that Natasha’s ability to read people is better than anyone’s.

“No, no, it’s okay, how can I help?”

“I think the Red Room is back, or a Russian subsidiary posing as the red room but with all the same tricks and recruiting policies.”

She deadpans the words but Clint knows the pain behind it.

Tony doesn’t know, but he seems to understand.

“Um, okay, what do you want me to do?”

“Follow the money? If there’s anything happening, likely there’s some old money involved, maybe a company, or import/export business?”

Tony nods.

“Anything else?”

Clint looks to Natasha and she drops her head in agreement.

“I’m going to send you a sketch of someone, can you digitize it and do some facial recognition over Europe,” she starts.

“And Vegas,” Clint finishes, showing her where the senator was killed.

“Yeah,” she agrees, “and Vegas over the last seven days.”

Tony scoffs.

“Do you know how many people that is? How many hits you’re going to get?”

Natasha wipes her hand over her face, the motion mirroring Tony’s.

“I know, I know, it’s a long shot. We’re looking for someone.”

“Yelena?”

Natasha’s eyes narrow.

“You were concuss and spouting names, Clint gave me some skeleton details- in front of you I might add.”

She looks sharply to Clint, “I don’t.. remember.”

“You didn’t miss much,” he assures, “just me telling him that she’s your pseudo-sister and you were together for a while when you were little.”

She shrugs.

“I want to find her,” she confesses.

“Will you help?”

The enormity of Natasha asking for help is not lost on Tony and he seems to realise it.

He nods his head and smiles shallow.

“Of course.”

It’s up to Natasha, Yelena thinks.

The after mission debrief is nothing special. She’s drugged again and put under, but when she wakes she still feels the same sense of accomplishment she felt coming in.

There’s nothing in Ohio, even though she sent the coordinates.

But as Yelena settles in her cot, with the metallic cuffs around her ankles and the solid doors locking into place, she closes her eyes and dreams of a world where she’s free.

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katebishopofearth · 5 months ago

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20 questions for 20 writers

tagged by @wheelsup-sevenup

1. How many works do you have on AO3? 69 (nice 😏)

2. What’s your total AO3 word count? 317,923

3. What fandoms do you write for? Marvel (mostly ironwidow) and Our Flag Means Death. I have some Clexa fics from back in the day but haven't written for the fandom in years.

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos? i'm kinda surprised by these but i guess that older fics and multichapter fics have more time to accumulate kudos? - Something Worth Living For (2498 kudos) - A Night of Drunken Revelry (564 kudos) - iron masks and spider kisses (534 kudos) - Broken (485 kudos) - The Art of Taking a Blade (461 kudos)

5. Do you respond to comments? YES A THOUSAND TIMES YES. I try to reply to every comment because each one is literally the best part of my day.

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? Oof. The shit I've put Natasha through lol. Probably falling. which is Natasha reflecting on her life as she falls to her death on Vormir. dream. is also up there, it's about kid!Natasha learning to love Yelena as a sister.

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? "happiest" is not quantifiable lmao. In the context of canon, maybe Something Worth Living For, it was cathartic and healing to give Clarke and Lexa their happy ending.

8. Do you get hate on fics? Yup it's happened a handful of times, luckily few and far between, but they always feel like getting a splinter stuck in my skin for days afterwards.

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind? I've written light smut of the sapphic variety. I'm ace so smut is never about the sex for me, it's about character dynamics, power and intimacy. For example, the (non-explicit) sex scene in iron masks and spider kisses is about Toni baring her deepest secrets to Natasha and letting herself be vulnerable with her, and Natasha's acceptance of Toni's scars and past.

10. Do you write crossovers? Nope. My brain doesn't work that way.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen? I think that some of my very early ironwidow fics have ended up on Wattpad :/

12. Have you ever had a fic translated? Not that I know of

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before? Yup I've written a few early ironwidow fics for a challenge waaaaaay back in 2014, with the talented @auripigmentum, @kuailongs and SatinSatire. They helped me find my footing with writing ironwidow: Chemical Reaction (Tony gets kidnapped, Nat comes to his rescue), Never Simple (Natasha finds out secrets about her own past, angst ensues), and Good Intentions (speakeasy era AU that still lives in my head rent-free)

14. What’s your all-time favorite ship? i'd be lying if i said anything other than ironwidow. It's the ship I keep coming back to for over a decade.

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will? Oh god. The teen vigilante Avengers AU I was writing in 2014. Idk if it'll ever see the light of day but it was my all-consuming pride and joy for months.

16. What are your writing strengths? idk, you tell me. probably putting characters through angsty situations lmao. Also action scenes (thank u Warrior Cats).

17. What are your writing weaknesses? actually writing lmao. It's hard to get into the mood/mindest for writing. Also writing multichapter fics – my attention span isn't built for anything longer than a 5+1.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic? I rarely do this because I know that code-mixing (mixing two or more languages when speaking) is incredibly nuanced, varying depending on language, context, and individual speakers. I pretty much only do this when the character canonically code-mixes in speech, and I try to stick to how they would speak, in order to sound as natural as possible.

19. First fandom you wrote for? Warrior Cats when I was about 12 on deviantart. Good times.

20. Favorite fic you’ve written? Oh MAN. It's hard to choose a favourite child. I don't think this is my most well-written fic, but the question is asking for a favourite fic not a well-written one, and it's probably iron masks and spider kisses. I loved exploring fem!Toni, and her relationship with her gender and femininity. It's a specific flavour of ironwidow that I haven't found in many other fics (tho there are a couple out there that definitely influenced how i wrote this fic). It's also truly a labour of love – I started writing this around the time Endgame was coming out, and wrote it over a time of enormous change, angst and upheaval in my life.

This was so much fun! I love talking about my writing haha and sharing older fics.

Tagging: @queeenpersephone @autumnwoodsdreamer @missmacfire also i'm realising that i don't remember which of my mutuals is a writer (it's 1 am u can't blame me for this) so if you're a writer – especially if you're on the OFMD fic server – consider yourself tagged!

#tag game #writing #writers #asks

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yelenasdiary · 2 years ago

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My Always

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x Reader.

Summary: Many years after your death, you’re reunited with your wife.

| Fluff & Angst | 1.6K | Warnings: Nat’s endgame death.

AC: I thought it would nice to have a part 2 to “my forever”

Clint did what he could to try and stop Natasha that day, but she’d already made up her mind. She knew if everything went as planned that Yelena would return, Clint’s family would return, the team would return but most importantly she knew everybody would be okay. She wasn’t scared of dying, it had to happen. Somebody wasn’t coming home that day and Natasha already set her mind on making sure Clint would return to his family. She knew Yelena would be looked after and cared for; she knew Clint would make sure of it.

She fell to her death; her final thoughts went to those she cared and loved the most. Clint broken before he could even process what just happened. If he was closer, he would’ve been able to see a faint smile on Natasha’s lips knowing her final thoughts gave her peace.

Clint hated having to tell Yelena her sister wasn’t coming home; this news broke her all over again. She kept her promise to you and allowed herself to find happiness, she became roommates with Kate Bishop and shortly after the two found themselves as a couple.

It’s been many years since you left earth. Natasha did most of the things you both planned, she brought a home, a real one and she moved in. She took some time off from being an Avenger and travelled the world like most people do. She went to all the places you’d dreamed of visiting. She made sure that the world would never forget you. Although she never found another person to love, she did allow herself to become happy again. Nothing ever really filled the big hole you left in her heart, but she was surrounded by everybody she loved deeply.

Yelena did the best she could to help Natasha grieve for you, giving her space but always being close by. She never blamed herself for your death, you died saving her. In your memory she had your name tattooed behind her ear.

When the rest of the team came back to hear about Natasha’s passing, Wanda’s first reaction was “now she’s with Y/n” and oddly enough that small comment brought comfort to the team.

Yelena made sure that Natasha was buried next to you, in Ohio. She’d visited more than she thought she would. Two of her favourite people gone, but never forgotten.

The rest of the team always made time to pay a visit to the grave side, Wanda would leave you a bar of your favourite chocolate and Natasha a peanut butter sandwich.

While the team mourned the loss of Natasha, she was exactly where she wanted to be.

“Hi baby” you smiled opening your arms.

“Y/n my love!” She crashed into your arms, “you really did wait” she added.

“Of course, I did. I’ve been with you every single day” you held her tightly.

She pulled out of the hug and looked into your eyes that she missed so much.” Where do we go?” She asked.

“Wherever you want”

Natasha looked around her, there was nothing. A warm lighting while you both stood on a soft surface. “Where are we?” She asked.

“This is where souls go. Once we’re ready we’ll go to the next place” you explained.

“I need to do something first” she said.

“I know” you smiled softly. “Will you show me how?” Nat looked into your eyes again.

“Unfortunately, I can’t, but you already know how to do it” you explained.

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“Goodnight Bishop” Yelena kissed Kate’s check before falling asleep. She’d been struggling to sleep just like she did when you passed away. Kate always stayed up a little later just in case Yelena woke up in tears.

“sestra” Natasha spoke in a whisper.

“Natasha?” Yelena looked at her older sister confused. Nat gave her a nod. “Wh-why did you do it” Yelena asked.

“Because it was my time. Somebody had to go, and we both know it couldn’t be Clint” Natasha explained. “But it didn’t have to be you either”

“It’s okay Yelena, I was okay with it. I hate to leave you behind, but I know you’ll be okay. You have Kate and the others, you have Melina and Alexei and I’ll always look out for you” Natasha went on, “I love you Yelena, I hope you can forgive me” she added.

Yelena’s eyes filled with tears, Natasha took a couple of steps forward and reached for her younger sister. “I love you too Natasha, so much” she cried. Natasha hugged Yelena one last time. “Don’t let yourself be alone. Let the team help you whenever you need it. You are their family as well. They love you; they will always protect you” Nat spoke, “and when it’s your time, you can come find us” she adds.

“Us? Is…is Y/n with you?”

“She never left” a smile creeps onto Natasha’s lips.

Natasha could feel Yelena’s body awaken, she looks to her younger sister and gives her a warm smile, “I love you sestra, don’t ever forget” she says before she fades away.

Kate woke Yelena up by accident, Yelena felt tears fall from her eyes. “I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to wake you, are you okay?” Kate asked with concern. “I do-don’t know if it was a dream but… I saw N-Natasha” she replies. “You know Nat. Always finding a way to get to you” Kate smiled lightly at Yelena. “It felt so real…like she was really telling me things, her hug was so tight” Yelena spoke as she processed the interaction.

“Do you think she’ll be okay?” Natasha asked you while you both saw Yelena explained the situation to Kate. You wrapped your arms around Natasha’s waist and kissed her cheek, “she’s your sister, she’ll be okay in time” you replied. Natasha watched over her sister for a while longer before she turned around to face you. “I have one last person” she says, you nodded “I know” you smiled softly.

Clint just finished tucking in his youngest child before joining Laura in bed. “You okay love?” Laura asked as she snuggled up to her husband. “Just missing Natasha again” he replied as he played with her hair. “I miss her too” Laura admitted. “The kids miss her” Clint followed as he remembered how great Nat was with his children.

Clint and Laura shared memories of Natasha before falling asleep, clint last to finally fall into a slumber.

“You’re not serious crying over me are you, big boy?” Natasha smirked to her best friend. Clint chuckled in disbelief, “and you’re not serious messing with my dreams, are you?” he replied. “Even here you’re a pain in my ass” Natasha laughs.

“What are you doing Nat?” Clint asked after laughing with his late friend. Natasha’s face changed to a more serious look. “Stop thinking about thing might have been different” she says, “you deserve to be with your family Clint. I’m with mine” she adds.

“What about Yelena?” He tilts his head. “I know you’ll take her in, watch over her and be there when she needs. It’s who you are, you care” Natasha points out.

Clint sighs “it’s not the same without you Nat. I find myself wanting to talk to you all the time, I need your advice, I need my best friend back” he explains in pain.

“You don’t, you have everything you need. Believe in yourself Clint, do what you know is best. Don’t lose yourself in this circle of what could’ve been” Natasha takes his hand, “Thank you for being my best friend, somebody I could always count on” she speaks softly. Clint rests his forehead against Natasha’s “thank you for bring my family back and for always having my back” he replies.

There was a moment of silence between the took, Clint soaking up the moment. “Say hi to Y/n for me” he speaks. Natasha can’t help but smile, “I will. Look after yourself, I’ll see you when it’s your time” Natasha hugs Clint before fading away.

Clint woke up the following morning confused but comforted. He wondered into the kitchen where his family were making breakfast. “Honey are you okay? You look like you’ve seen a ghost!” Laura points out after the kids say good morning. “Not a ghost, just a friend” he replies, mostly to himself.

——

“Y/n” Natasha spoke softly as she watched over, her best friend enjoy time with his family. “Yes, my love?” You replied. Natasha turned around to face you, with a soft smile “I’m ready”

You smiled as you reached your hand out for Natasha, she takes it gently. “Shall we?” You ask. Natasha nods, finally happy once again.

The two of you walked towards the brightest light, hand in hand, step by step. Natasha’s smile never leaving her lips. You waited so long to be reunited with your wife and now she’s here. The afterlife never looked better.

The light blinded the two of you, a light feeling ran through your body as you kept walking, not knowing what was happening but knowing this was what was to happen. Everything went white, your eyes squeezing shut before a warm wave rushed over you, the whiteness disappears.

Your eyes flicker open, Natasha lays beside you on a large king-sized bed. The room looked familiar to you, but you’d never been in it. Natasha stirred, her eyes also flickering open. You looked over to your wife and smiled softly as she looked to you. “Hi” she whispers. “Hey there” you replied.

Natasha looked around the room and sighed with relief. “Wh-where are we?” You asked her. She looked back at you, “we’re home” she spoke. It now made sense; this was the house Natasha brought. Natasha moved closer to you and kissed your lips for the first time in years. You missed her so much, finally you were happy once again.

You wrapped your arms around her, looking into her eyes as the two of you lay peacefully in bed. “My forever” you whispered, brushing the loose hair from her face.

“My always” Natasha added before kissing you once more.

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Misguided Connections

Wanda Maximoff x Fem!Reader

Wanda Maximoff x Vision

Natasha x Reader x Yelena (Siblings)

TW: Death, Cheating, Violence | WC: 5,501

Renewed (Next Part)

Wanda Maximoff, the absolute love of your life, turns out you no longer were the focus of hers. From the moment Vision had been "born" you'd been fighting to keep the attention of your longtime lover. It was as if she'd been magnetically drawn to him, and you no longer had any pull on her. So, when you caught them locking lips that fateful night in June, you'd got all the confirmation you needed that it was over.

Silently, you'd moved all of your belongings back into your old room, and spent the next few weeks avoiding everyone. Wanda never really even noticed your absence, until one night she'd rolled over in bed to reach for you and she came up empty. She immediately sat up when she felt cold sheets, then once the sleep no longer clouded her vision she'd realized you and your belongings were gone.

All that was left of you was the frame of you two smiling like love sick teens on your second anniversary. She'd began to hyperventilate at the prospect of you leaving her, never once did it occur to her that you'd found out about Vision and hers sinful affairs. The last thing Wanda ever planned to do was hurt you, you were her everything for the better part of the last four years. She'd planned to marry you one day, and to have a never ending line of children with you, just to see how many variations of you she could have running around the house.

———

"Friday! Where's Y/N?" She questioned, still in a state of shock.

"It appears she's returned to her old room as of two weeks ago." The AI replies, almost condescendingly.

Had it really been that long?

Wanda's heart dropped, as her mind was now tormented with the idea that you'd obviously seen the kiss. It was honestly the first kiss the pair had shared, but she fears you'd believed it had been going on for longer, and she couldn't blame you.

She sprinted down the halls, desperate to get to you, but she stopped at the end of your hall when she'd seen you leaving your room. You'd had dried tear track on your face, with a plush blanket wrapped around your slumped shoulders and were carrying an ungodly amount of dirty dishes in your hands. You'd looked so broken as you approached the elevator, and Wanda's heart shattered as she clearly knew it was her fault.

"To what do I owe the pleasure of your watching eyes?" You bitterly question the woman, and she cursed herself for forgetting your roots as a spy.

"Y/N I—."

"Do you love him?" You brokenly questioned her, and she was stunned into silence at your bluntness.

"I-I don't know what I feel for him Y/N, but God, I do know that I love you, so very much." She desperately pleads her case, as she takes a shaky step towards you.

"Please, don't! I know you love me Wanda, I do, but that doesn't mean anything anymore. You cheated on me, and didn't even notice I was gone until he's now left for a mission. I know now that my love wasn't enough, I'm not sure why I ever fooled myself into believing it would be. It's okay—truly, just please don't flaunt your budding new romance in my face, that's all I ask. I love you Wanda, I meant it when I said forever, I hope he makes you happy." You relay, not really giving her any room to reply, as the doors to the elevators shut in her face, and she instantly collapses in on herself in a fit of sobs.

"Maximoff, shut up, and get off my floor before I pummel that pretty little face of yours. I won't hesitate to rearrange it." Yelena growls out from two doors down, having now officially found out why you'd been so distant lately.

Wanda shakily gets to her feet, and heads towards the elevator, but opts for the stairs instead as Yelena continues speaking.

"I'd go before Natasha reads the message I just sent her, because she's even worse than me. I'm holding back for Y/N's sake, but she won't."

Wanda trudged her way back to your previously shared room, where she gets absolutely no sleep, as she cries herself into a state of dehydration. The only person to love her unconditionally, and she'd broken you.

Months had gone by in an absolute blur, as you threw yourself into a never ending cycle of missions that had you returning home beaten down. Natasha had begged you to take a break—you couldn't—if you did it gave you too much time to feel, and you didn't really want to.

After that night, Wanda had tried to talk to you, but your sisters wouldn't let her, then Vision returned and she clung to the only thing she felt she had left. It hurt to see how easily she'd given your life together up, but you didn't dwell on it, having always known deep down that it was coming.

—

Today, there's a big team mission, and you'd felt uneasy since the announcement a week ago. You'd successfully convinced Steve to make Wanda sit this one out, and he reluctantly agreed to it with a sympathetic smile.

"Natasha, are you ready?" You asked your sister who'd been working on collecting her weapons.

"Yes, are you?"

"Duh! Why would I be asking you if I wasn't?" You say, while spinning in her desk chair while she finishes up in the weapons room.

"Because you have a tendency to get distracted." She laughs out, while exiting, and you two make your way to say goodbye to an injured Yelena.

"Ya tebya lyublyu." You whisper, as you place a kiss to her forehead.

"I broke my foot, I'm not on my death bed.." She grumbles, but judging by the smile, you knew she appreciated the affection.

"Yeah, but we're going on a mission, so I love you's and kisses are permitted." You relay.

"Yeah, I'm not kissing you." Natasha laughs out, then pats her shoulder, and they hold eye contact for ten full seconds—their version of I love you.

"Ya tozhe lyublyu tebya sestrichka" Yelena shouts out after you from her bed

(I love you too little sister.)

Wanda had spent the day before the mission pacing her room, wanting to push matters with Steve, as she had this horrible feeling in her gut. He refuted all her claims, citing the simplicity of the mission, and how it didn't need her powers. He also used Yelena's broken foot as leverage, as she's the "best" person for taking care of someone, even if Yelena completely hates her guts...

The day of the mission she'd felt drawn to you, but you'd thankfully managed to avoid her, well, up until the absolute last second.

"Y/N!"

You internally groaned, but turned to face her nonetheless.

"Thank God... I-I wanted to apologize for everything but you've been so busy that I never had the chance."

"Wanda, I have a mission to go on, it's also a bit late for an apology." You sigh out in response.

"I've tried... But your sisters are—."

"Humans that you could easily overpower. If you wanted to fix things or apologize, you would've."

"Y/N, I still love you, even if you refuse to believe that, but I do."

"Wanda, I know, but you still chose the toaster, so thanks for your candor but this conversation is over. No matter what love is left between us, it gets us nowhere, it does nothing for my broken heart, so this is goodbye." You proclaim, a bit harsher than you'd initially intended, so you release a heavy sigh as she stared at you with the saddest eyes.

"Look, Wands, I only ever wanted you to be happy, and I see you've made it to that point." You sadly whisper, as you gently move some hair to behind her ears, and she chase your hand for comfort.

"Y/N, I-I miss—."

"I know darling, just not enough." You finish for her, then place a gentle kiss to her cheek.

She swiftly clings to you, and you reciprocate the hug for a few seconds, before you end up having to detach her from your body.

"Goodbye Wanda."

Wanda returned to her room feeling defeated, opting out on saying goodbye to anyone else— even Vis.. Your words felt far more final than she'd liked them to.

Had she really lost you?

She spent the rest of that morning in bed, but then decided to leave the compound to find some solace at the cat cafe you'd always taken her to whenever she'd been stressed.

—

"Oh my gosh! No freaking way!" Wanda squealed as she jumped into your embrace.

"Yes freaking way!" You shout back, matching her excitement, and revel in the feel of holding her in your arms.

"Coffee, tea, scones and cats, there's no better first date than this. I'm proclaiming it now!"

Wanda's eyes lit up at the many different cats all over the building, while you put in your guys order. Feeling insanely lucky having finally grasped the courage to ask Wanda out, and being blessed with her 'yes.'

"Y/N/N, baby come play with the babies!! Look, this is Liho, I feel like he'd be so good with Nat. He's just got this 'I don't give a fuck' attitude that Nat also has. Then this is Augustus, he only has one eye, ooh, and this is Lily—a calico pigmy cat."

You smiled at the pet name that slipped past her lips, then laughed at her ramblings, and lowered your body to the floor with hers, where you were graced with the most carefree smile you'd ever seen. Vowing right then that you'd do everything in your power to make sure it stays on her face.

—

As the quinjet landed, you were all shocked to find an empty field.

"Are we sure Fury gave us the right location?" Tony questions amusedly.

"The stone is —."

"Yes, Tony, this is the right spot." You answer, effectively cutting Vision off, and moving across the field to take up station behind some hay bales.

"Still so hostile..." Natasha chuckles out as she lowers down next to you.

"Would love to see how you'd feel if someone swooped in and took Maria from you." You groan, and her face immediately softens as she feels she'd possibly gone too far.

"I'm sorry.."

"Don't be, humors how we normally cope, I'm just a bit sensitive as she slightly cornered me into talking today."

Nat lowly growls at the notion, but before she could reply, a massive surge goes off in the field, and everyone is thrown back.

"Y/N?!" Natasha shouts, as she grips at her head to feel the blood trickling down her face.

"Focus up sestra! The fights only just begun!" You shout back aimlessly, as the dust around makes it hard to actually see her.

"Cap, status report?!"

"From what I can see, it appears to me that this group of aliens is actually here for my stone." Vision ominously says into the comms, and that all the confirmation you needed for the next steps you were going to take.

"Well, that just won't do, now will it?" Natasha grunts into the comms, as she fights off an onslaught of aliens.

"Vision!! Where are you?" Cap shouts into the comms, and I listen intently.

"In the sky, but I am out of my depth up here, so I'm returning to the gro—." He starts, but is cut off with a groan, so you make your way to him as you’d heard the thud nearby.

"Vision! You need to get out of here now!" Natasha yells into the comms, but it's just not that simple.

You slid across the dirt, slicing at the achilles of a line of aliens, as you roll into the direct line of Vision. You land on your knees in front of him, as he's still lying on the ground slightly disoriented. The creepy looking alien of your nightmares looks down on you as you lay your life on the line for the—girlfriend stealer—synthezoid.

"How pitiful, a feeble human is what stands between Thanos and the stone."

"I'm many things, but feeble? Now that's just rude." You whine in faux offense, as you tackle the alien away from Vision, and the two of you go tumbling.

"Miss Y/L/N?" Vision questions as he seemingly regains his whits.

"Vision! Go! Now! Take to the skies and get out! This is a matter of the fate of the world!"

You grunt out, as you fight to keep the alien down.

"Wanda won't be pleased, she loves you dearly, are you —."

I'd honestly be more concerned about Romanoff and Belova....

"Well, the fate of the world can't be doomed at the expense of one life Vision... She'll be okay."

You inform the synthezoid, and with that Vision reluctantly takes off, and you almost instantly find yourself gasping for air.

Your body hits the ground with an aggressive thud, as you release a gut wrenching screech.

Natasha's heart instantly drops into her stomach as she hears, finishing off her adversary with a pained grunt, she then immediately sprints off in the direction of your cries.

The blade on the staff had ridges in it, effectively hitting more, and causing far more damage than the average blade would've. You felt as it punctured your lungs, the staff had clearly traced over your uppermost abdomen—nicking your liver, and ended up delivering the most damage to your heart and lungs.

Your chest feels as if it's on fire, the unbearable sensation of pins and needles blossoms across the entirety of your body; your hands are instinctually clawing at your chest while you writhe on the ground in desperate need of oxygen.

"Shh.. Shh.. Stay still Y/N/N... Ju-ust breathe... Try to breathe." Natasha shakily commands as she drops to her knees and straddles your hips. She immediately throws her hands over your open wound, trying to staunch the ever flowing blood, but it was to no avail.

"Tash, I-I"

"Shh.. Save your breath.." She commands, while frantically surveying the field, desperate to get you back to the quinjet for help.

The alien's had disengaged at this point, as their target was no longer within their grasps. They also weren't stupid enough to wait around to face the wrath of all those there who'd loved you.

"No-o. Tash.. I love you, yo-u're go-oing to..."

You unwillingly pause as you break out into a fit of coughs, blood splatters all over, then trickles down your chin, and Natasha shakily wipes it off, as tears fall from her face.

"Don't! Don't say I'm going to be okay! If you don't come back with me then you're making me leave half of my heart behind.. No one's going to be okay..."

"...be ju-ust fine..." You finish, lazily smirking at your switch up.

"You asshole..." She tearily chuckles out, as tears rapidly fall off her face and onto yours.

"I'm so-orry Natty..""

"You knew?!" She questions in a gasp of realization, as she picks up on the guilt lacing your apology.

"It w-as des-tin-ed."

"Screw you and that stupid quack job fortune teller you dated. You're not dying! You're not allowed!" She seethes, applying firm pressure to your chest, which really only causes you to whimper.

"Let me go Natty..."

"No!" She shouts in defiance, and you stare up with the saddest of smiles, as you watch your sister's heart breaking.

Natasha knew you weren't going to make it, but that didn't deter her from willing it to be true. You weakly lifted your arm up to cup her cheek, crying tears of your own as she leans into your palm, desperately seeking out your comfort.

You're no longer in any pain, which you know is the opposite of good, so you smile up at your sister. Watching as a fresh wave of sadness passes through her eyes. As your body slowly drains of life, your hand slips from her face; she catches it and intertwines her fingers with yours and pulls it to her chest as her body wracks with uncontainable sobs.

"Natty... Do .. you remember when Lena said she wanted... a dog?"

She hums in response, thoroughly confused, shaking her head to acknowledge you, as she's completely unable to speak through her sobs.

"Check my room..." You laboredly breathe out, mustering up just enough strength for a final wink.

Natasha's expression further morphs into confusion, but she lets it go, as she leans down to lean her forehead against your own.

"Please don't go..." She chokes out over her sobs, as she's pleading a losing case.

"It's okay..." You try to comfort her.

"No, it's not.." She whimpers in response.

"Forgive her Natty.."

Your sudden statement throws her off, as she pulls back to give you a bewildered gaze, and you respond with a tired smile.

"I already did..." You brokenly whisper out as your body goes limp, and she watches as the last of your life drains from your eyes.

The team was scattered across the field, majority of which are now painfully aware of your state; frozen to their spots as they watched the desperate redheaded assassin attempt to stop the inevitable. Within an instant, the realization that they're going home without you hits them, and they all but fall to pieces.

Steve's the quickest to pull it together, knowing that if he doesn't your sacrifice could be for not. He gingerly approaches the ghastly scene, knowing fully that Natasha's going to be in a far away state.

"Natasha... We need to go, let me take her." He whispers carefully, and her eyes dart up to his in the deadliest of stares, as she clutches your form to hers in a last ditch effort to have you close.

Steve steps back to allow her this final moment, before he will inevitably have to rip her away from you. Tony is next to approach the scene, feeling gutted at the prospect of losing yet another 'kid' in a senseless war, one that he feels he's partially responsible for.

Tony cringes as he sees the scene up close, wondering just how someone of your stature could have harbored that much blood in your body. His eyes quickly land on your face, and his resolve almost crumbles as he sees your lifeless eyes staring up at him. The same eyes that used to light up at the simplest of things. He crouches down, trying not to crowd Natasha, as he places a grounding hand to her back. She stiffens, but finds herself grateful for his comfort, as she eyes his moves carefully. Tony cups your face in his big hand, gently stroking the hair out of your face; cascading his big hands downwards to close your eyes, then he leans forward to place a kiss to your temple.

"It shouldn't have been you kid.." He chokes out, then locks eyes with Natasha's glassed over ones, she silently nods his way.

She lowers your body, allowing Tony to scoop you into his suit clad arms, as he carries you to the jet, and places your body down onto the medical bed.

Steve tries to lift Natasha up, but she just loses it, and starts to hammer her fists into his chest. Screaming about how unfair all of this was, "it can't be real," she angrily repeats. He wraps his strong arms around her, as she tries to fight off the hold, but the comfort inspires her to crumble against him.

Clint brokenly wanders over having only just caught up to what's happening when he saw Tony walk by with your lifeless body. He cringes as he sees your blood stains in the field, then he scoops Natasha up and out of Steve's grasp. She immediately clings to her best friend, burying her face into his neck, as she continues to sob.

"I got you Tash..." He tiredly mumbles against the crown of her head, as he takes a seat besides your medical bed, taking your limp hand into the one that's not holding your sisters body up, and he just cries.

Wanda had returned from the cat cafe with lunch for her and the blonde assassin, who she found seated in the living area—against her bedrest orders.

"Lena, why are you out of bed?"

"Don't call me that, you lost that right the moment you broke my sisters heart." She growls at the Sokovian.

"I didn't mean to..." Wanda whispers out as she places the take out in front of her.

She sits on the recliner nearby, not really wanting to be alone with the unsettling feelings bubbling in her stomach.

"Why'd you do it?" Yelena suddenly questions, as she shovels her food into her mouth.

"You're asking as if I planned it." Wanda bitterly replies.

"Well you didn't exactly act like it was a mistake. You didn't even fight for her..."

"You guys wouldn't let me and she was always gone..." Wanda scoffs.

"Don't give me that shit Wanda, if you wanted to, you would've. I just don't get why you did this to her, that girl loves you with all she has, and you just broke her..."

"Look... I'm just as confused okay? I don't know why or how it all happened... It's just all so messed up. I love her Yelena, more than anything, but there's this strange pull to Vision. When he's gone, it's like the pull fades, and all I can do is think of Y/N. I miss her so badly, but she won't even spare me a glance most days, I couldn't even fix it if I wanted to..."

"Do you?"

"More than anything..."

"Try harder then." Yelena concludes, then before they can continue, there's a stunned Vision at the entrance of the living area.

Both women take in his stunned expression, then Wanda's eyes drift down to see barely dry splatters of blood on his body.

"Vision? Where's everyone else.?"

"Y/N stopped an alien from attacking me and told me to leave at once, they're still fighting, the mission was an apparent setup to commander my stone."

"You just left her?" Wanda angrily gasps, and Yelena stands up abruptly, and falls into Wanda's side as she misjudged the step on her cast.

"Darling, she said it was a matter of the end of the world, and the stone seemed to agree." Vision genuinely replies, as he mistakenly goes to seek out Wanda's affection.

"Wh-ho's blood is that?" Yelena shakily asks.

"I'm not entirely sure Miss Belova, everything was moving so fast..."

Wanda immediately pulls herself and Yelena backwards, and he stutters in his steps.

"Stay back!"

"Darling.."

"No! Don't call me that, just go—leave us alone!"

Vision's expression morphs into one of confusion, but he nods and heads towards his living quarters.

After a painstakingly long twenty minutes goes by, with Yelena curled in on herself on the couch, and Wanda pacing the living room, they hear Friday announce the teams arrival.

"Attention, Dr. Cho, please be on standby in the medical wing, the team is returning in five and many members are in need of medical assistance."

At the sound of the announcement Wanda helps Yelena up and sprints the both of them off to the loading bay. Wanda's chest hurts, and her breathing is labored as she awaits your arrival.

Once the doors open Yelena crumbles to the ground at the sight of Natasha in Clint's arms. Wanda follows her gaze to see Natasha's distant expression, and blood soaked hands. As she surveys the entirety of the team's expressions there's not a single person that doesn't look like they lost big time. She starts to panic when your face isn't amongst the ones descending the ramp.

"No..." She angrily commands, and the blonde below whimpers at the abruptness.

Steve's the last to exit, with a somber expression and hollowed gaze. He's dragging along the jet's medical bed, with a stilled body atop of it, loosely covered by a blanket. As soon as she sees the mark on your ankle, she crumbles to the floor beside the blonde assassin and wails out in agony.

Natasha whimpers in Clint's arms as she hears the sounds of her heartbroken sister, and even at the sound of the broken witch... It brings her back to her body, so Clint sets her down, and as he does she crouches in front of Yelena's face.

"Nu davay zhe." She whispers out in their mother tongue, with her hand extended, knowing Yelena only responds well to Russian when she's in a state like this.

(Come on)

She gently pulls Yelena to her feet, then she reluctantly extends her hand to Wanda as well.

"Here." She mumbles, as she gently pushes the crumpled up note to Wanda's chest that she found in her pocket.

She then leaves Wanda alone with her thoughts, as she carries the broken blonde to your room.

Wanda quietly enters her room, then sits down on her bed to read your letter, with shaky hands she opens it, as her continuous flow of tears hits the paper.

My Dearest Wanda,

I love you, and I'm so sorry for the hostility, but it's the only way I could do what had to be done...

I'd always wondered what my fortune teller ex girlfriends prophecy meant when she'd shown me "my destiny." At the time it was just me being stabbed in the name of destiny, but it was a sacrifice I made for someone I'd never actually known—now I know him as Vision.

She'd continued to tell me that my death had the potential to save the world, I always thought she was full of shit, but if you are getting this then I now know she wasn't.

Long story short, something big is coming, and my sacrifice is meant to stave off an onslaught of losses, so you guys need to destroy the stone before it's too late. The teams smart, I'm sure they'll figure it out...

I knew if you came on this mission, no matter the draw the stone had on you, you'd have gone out of your way to stop me and I couldn't let it happen...

I know now that you didn't want to cheat on me... I'm pretty certain it was never actually your choice. The stone was self preserving itself by interfering in our affairs, and fulfilling the prophecy it needed to for the greater good of mankind. I also know now though that you've grown to love him, and that makes me hopeful for you both. You deserve all the love the world has to offer you, and even though our dreams never became a reality, it doesn't mean you shouldn't seek them out with him.

He's a good synthesized man(?)

Just know that I wasn't afraid to die Wands, it's okay.

I love you... Forever. For Always. And a day...

P.S. I left you a better goodbye in my room..

Yours truly, Y/N Y/L/N <3

Wanda's nonstop flow of tears blurs her vision, and the sadness she's overcome with quickly becomes replaced with formidable rage.

The same stone that had forged her had destined you to a brutal death. Her love for Vision was forced upon her—not authentically built, and it just feels all the more sickening. It all makes sense to her now, for why she'd cheated, she simply had no choice. If given the choice, she'd always choose you—you were quite literally everything! Her heart somehow manages to break further knowing that she'll never have that chance again—to choose you. You'll never be there to cuddle up to her, or to kiss her good morning, or let her braid your hair when she's anxious, to hold her when everything feels like it's falling apart. You're gone, and her twisted connection to that stupid mind stone is what got you killed.

She eventually makes her way to your room, stumbling upon your sisters who were cuddled up with the beautiful creatures you'd left behind for them. Natasha was holding a sleeping Liho to her chest, while resting her cheek on his head, as she lazily stroked his back. Yelena was wearing your hoodie, while being curled into the fetal position on the floor with her head in Nat's lap. Her newfound bestie—Fanny, was curled into her side, sleeping just the same.

Natasha, respecting your wishes of forgiveness, gently nods to a crate besides her and Wanda's heart skips a beat at the sight. You'd adopted the calico pigmy cat—Lily—who's been her greatest love since the very beginning. The cat had always taken a liking to the two of you, and you'd vowed to adopt the ten your old feline once you both were prepared to move into your own space.

Now she's finally home... just without you...

Natasha gently lifted Yelena up, and she scurried out to give her the room for herself. Wanda surveyed your room, and saw that you'd left her your favorite hoodie behind. Then, she's noticed gifts and envelopes for specific people. Her eyes darted to the one that said "Vision." Curiosity got the better of her as she swiftly opened it, and as she pulled out a letter, a ring as well as a key fell out.

Vision,

We weren't friends, we were hardly teammates, but we do share a common interest—Wanda's happiness and safety.

I've made this sacrifice so that she could live a happy life, and I hope you'll be able to provide it to her. The stone, it needs to be removed, then destroyed—only she has the power to destroy it.

Now that that's over...

Now, listen up, she's got quite the green thumb, so gardening is essential for her happiness. She wants that cute suburban life, white picket fences, kids running around the yard, cats in the windowsills and dogs to walk around. She wants to deliver baked goods to the neighbors, and run the bake sales.

There's a key in here, the lot you see pictured here was perfect, so I'd started to build our her dream home. It recently finished being produced, and it's been furnished to her specifics. When all is said and done, take her here and give her the life that she deserves.

Make sure she feels loved, and appreciated for all her days to come. Remind her just how beautiful she truly is, and don't take a single moment with her for granted.

This ring, I had it custom made for her, but I never got to use it for it's intended purposes, I hope you will...

Thank you, Y/N Y/L/N

Wanda's eyes are once again full of tears, but this time the rage settles, and she's consumed by an overwhelming wave of regret, and sadness. She immediately slips the ring onto her finger, and places a kiss to the diamond.

"I would've said yes..." She whispers, knowing now that without the stone's influence, she would've married you in a heartbeat.

She slips the hoodie on, and places the key on her keychain. Then she collects Lily's crate and belongings, to return to her room. Once she arrives, she sees Vision and her rage is back.

"Wanda, darling, we're headed to Wakanda."

"No, Vision, you're headed to Wakanda." She flatly replies, as she takes Lily out for some much needed cuddles.

"But, I thought you'd want to be there for the extraction."

"No, I'll return to destroy the stone, that's it."

"Return? Darling, where are we going?"

"We?!" She scoffs.

"Vision, this love was never real, it was a twisted manipulation that cost me the greatest love of my life. You and I will soon be free of the wretched bond, and can both move on with our lives." She bitterly relays, as she stares blankly at the synthezoid before her.

"Wanda, I love you, and that's not the stone talking."

"Well, I love Y/N!! Now that she has fulfilled her cryptic destiny, I'm no longer drawn to you." She bitterly barks out, only partially meaning what she'd said.

It's true, she loves Y/N, but some part of her did grow to love Vision. She wouldn't allow herself that luxury of happiness, not when you had to give your life for her to access it...

Vision left quietly after her proclamation, and Wanda was grateful. She packed up everything she had, then snuck out with it all to her car in the early morning hours. She drove with a purpose, taking herself and Lily to the home you'd built for them.

Westview, here she comes…

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sublimecatgalaxy · 2 years ago

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More yelena you say??

How about childhood best friend Yelena who finds reader at Natasha’s grave (like the credits scene in Black Widow) and they reconnect (maybe they also have a whistle)

I LOOOVE YOU FOR THIS <3

I think Yelena and I never thought we'd ever see each other again. Even with the Blip, even with Natasha dying- before those things, we planned on never crossing paths again after we freed the Widows and moved on with our lives.

We wanted to move on. From each other, from the assassin life style, to move on and start a new life and put countries between the two of us. We were too close, too much like oil and water, gasoline and a lit flame- hot and fleeting to say the least.

But now, as I press my lips to the top of Natasha's grave and I hear a whistle behind me, my eyes immediately fill with tears. I turn slowly, giving her a whistle back, knowing that my life will change the minute I make eye contact with her and I'll force myself into her arms and will never want to leave.

But her eyes are full of sorrow as she stares at me, hands shoved in her pocket and her familiar frown tugs her lips down into a pout. We stand in silence for a few moments, birds tweeting above us, women and men walking around the cemetery as if we're not here.

"You did not come looking for me." Yelena calls out, taking a tentative step towards me.

"I did, Yelena. I didn't know where to look for you." I sigh, eyes shamefully avoiding hers. "Everyone came back five days ago. You were the first person I thought of." A small smile spreads across her lips, eyes moving past me and down towards the grave behind me.

"She loved you." She whispers, reaching up to wipe a tear from her cheek. "But not as much as me, no?" Her hand reaches up to rest on my shoulder, head tilting with a sad smile. I don't hesitate to wrap my arms around her neck, broken sobs leaving the both of us as we stand over Natasha who's probably looking down at us, happy that we were reunited, even if it was over her death.

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ynscrazylife · 3 years ago

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Natasha Romanoff (Black Widow) Masterlist

Marvel Masterlist | Main Masterlist | Join my taglists

P — Platonic | DR - Daughter!Reader | No letter — Romance

ONE-SHOTS

Away From Her [P] — Y/N gets hurt on a mission with Natasha, causing her girlfriend Wanda to get worried.

barbie&ken — The story of how Natasha and Y/N’s relationship evolved through a song fic.

Break my Heart | Part 2 — When Natasha sees the Avengers’ secretary alone on Valentine’s Day, she takes her chance.

Broken Promises — Natasha comes to your rescue after months on an undercover mission.

Coffee and Rejections — When Y/N and Natasha go out to get coffee, Y/N confronts her ex-girlfriend.

Double the Surprise — Y/N and Natasha end up both accidentally surprising the other with good news.

Fallen Petal — Y/N is Natasha’s petal, but Natasha’s the one who ended up falling.

Fighting For Love | Part II — When Natasha returns to Russia post-Civil War, she has a particular woman on her mind. Can Natasha save her love or is it too late?

Ghost Of You — Y/N grieves Natasha via a song fic.

Grease Stains — Natasha meets Tony Stark’s intern, Y/N, who is a mechanic. She enchants the redhead.

Her Snow Angel — Natasha finds you with a dislocated knee during an Avengers mission.

Kind Heroes and Cursed Enemies [P] — Natasha and Yelena save the Widow who’s chasing them.

Like a Koala — Natasha and Y/N unwind together after a long day at work.

Mistakes and Kittens — Natasha suspects that Y/N is cheating on her but she turns out to be wrong.

More Than a Mentor [P] — Natasha and Y/N’s relationship develops when after Y/N is hurt training.

Music of the Night — A look into a part of Natasha and Y/N’s relationship through a song fic.

Not a Phase — The Avengers find out about Natasha and Y/N’s relationship through a Pride event.

Party Flirts | Part 2 | Part 3 — Natasha flirts with Y/N, not knowing that she’s Tony’s daughter.

Rudolph the Red-Noses Reindeer [P] — Y/N has a cold so Yelena calls in some reinforcements.

Since the Mission — Ever since the latest Avengers mission, Natasha has been acting different towards Y/N.

Step-Mom [P] — Bruce introduces his girlfriend to Natasha to his daughter Y/N. Y/N wants Bruce to propose.

The Art of Just Knowing — While at a Pride Parade, Natasha sees a familiar face.

The Observant and The Oblivious — Y/N is oblivious towards Natasha’s feelings for her.

The Super Spy and The Reporter — The Avengers are accidentally introduced to Natasha’s civilian girlfriend.

To be Powerful and Powerless — After her girlfriend’s death, Y/N becomes friends with her younger sister Yelena. Together, they hunt ghosts. (Ghost hunting AU!)

Tour Guide — Natasha shows Y/N around the tower.

Why Is Training More Dangerous Than Missions? [P] — Yelena is livid after Y/N is hurt.

You Can Do This — Natasha helps Y/N after she looses her hearing.

You Have Crazy Priorities — Natasha learns about Y/N’s strange priorities the hard way.

You’ll Get Through This — Natasha helps Y/N through her PTSD. [Nominated in The Tumbies 2021]

You’re Not The Only Redhead — Y/N gets hurt on patrol and Natasha takes care of her.

50% Ice, 50% Fire, 100% Smitten — Y/N is forced to overcome her fears when Natasha is in danger.

HEADCANONS

Being Natasha’s Adopted Daughter Would Include . . . [DR]

BLURBS/IMAGINES

Happy Birthday

Helping Natasha When She’s Hurt

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unknownimagineblog · 3 years ago

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A Chance Encounter // N.R

Sequel to A Peaceful Death

Part three, An Unexpected Change

Warning(s): mentions of death & cheating, cursing

Time had slowed to a stop as your hand fell limp in Natasha’s grasp, and she was forced to watch your head limply fall against the concrete behind it. She could hear Wanda’s screams of sorrow, even as they began to be drowned out by her own.

“Wake up!” She could hear herself chanting as her hand gripped onto your own. Wanda had continued to shake your shoulder, begging you to wake up once again. Bruce was almost as inconsolable as they were, as he held his fists over his eyes in an attempt to stem the tears that were flowing. Nobody else was faring much better.

This all has to be a sick joke. Natasha was thinking, as she leaned back to stare up at the stars. This was the last view you had seen, before you died. She was just happy the last words you heard from her were how much she loved you.

Suddenly, Natasha felt her back slam into the concrete. Wanda sat across her chest, gripping into the collar of her T-shirt as she prepared a fist straight for Natasha’s face. She braced herself for the impact, but none came. She opened her eyes to see Vision struggling to pull Wanda away, as Bucky came to Natasha’s aid to pull her from the ground.

“You killed her!” Wanda was screaming, as she struggled against Vision’s hold. “This is all your fault!”

Wanda’s words settled on Natasha’s heart like knives. Once again, the witch was quick to voice the thoughts that weighed heaviest on her mind. Her heart squeezed in realization that she was the sole reason you no longer wanted to fight your battles, that you were no longer there to take bullets for her with a wide grin across your face.

“Better me than you, Red!” You’d always tell her, but it never made the sight of you getting shot any easier. It just made her happy she could hold you later that night, brushing against the exact spot the bullet had penetrated as if it had never even happened to begin with.

“You never deserved her.” Wanda added through gritted teeth, and that was the final slap across the face Natasha was going to take from the witch.

“I know!” She said, anger lacing her voice as she now struggled against the hold Bucky had on her. She thrashed for awhile, trying to get out of his grip to aim her anger at her own actions somewhere else. Eventually, she had just given up to rather hang loosely within Bucky’s grasp. “She was too good for me, she always had been.”

Everyone stared at Natasha, as the broken words fell from her mouth. This was the first time they had seen her sob so openly, but they hadn’t found the time for sympathy considering the raw grief that burned at their eyes.

The days following your death had felt like years as they passed. SHEILD was quick to clean up the mess of blood and carry away your body, but the wounds upon the team were still very fresh.

They couldn’t get through one meeting without Carol and Steve breaking out into a screaming match. Or Wanda exploding into a fit of rage directed directly at Natasha.

It was all falling apart.

Eventually, Carol had had enough of the anger thrown her way, and the fact that Natasha had no longer been coming to her room late at night, that she had blasted off onto some far off galaxy.

And under Steve’s direct orders, Natasha was forced out of the compound to Melina’s house. Something about “go see your parents” he’d say, or “it’ll be good for you!”

She knew Steve had just been looking for an excuse to get her out of the compound to quell the tensions, and do damage control among the team before anything else decided to go awry.

“Are you going to drink your vodka?” Yelena called from across the table, before stuffing a forkful of carrots into her mouth. Since her sister hadn’t immediately responded, Yelena simply stood to reach over the table for the drink. “If you’re not going to drink it, I will.” She said.

Natasha was quick to snatch it away from her with a harsh glare, before taking the shot. Yelena flopped back in her seat with a huff, before crossing her arms. “You could’ve just said you wanted it.” She said with a pout, and Natasha refused to humor her with a response.

“You know?” Yelena spoke up once again, unprompted by the others around the table. “Your girlfriend is a lot nicer than you. Bring her over more.”

“Oh! Yes!” Alexi said excitedly from the head of the table, until he felt Melina’s hand across his bicep to silence him. He was going to speak up again, until he noticed the concerned crease in Melina’s brow as she stared over at Natasha.

“Is everything alright, lyubov?” Melina asked, noting Natasha’s demeanor change. It wasn’t normal to see her daughter so dejected, and it worried her.

“Did you two break up or something?” Yelena asked, to which she received another harsh glare from Natasha.

“I will break every bone in her body for breaking your heart!” Alexi said, pounding a fist into an open hand. Once again, he was going to add to his statement until Melina sent a glare his way, saying you’re not helping.

“She’s dead.” Natasha answered, and even in her own ears she had never sounded so small. Her fist clenched around the shot glass in her fist, before she abruptly stood to pour herself another shot.

Nobody dared make a sound, merely staring at Natasha as if she was glass about to shatter. She understood why they would see her that way, but it felt so dehumanizing that it suffocated her.

She slammed the shot glass back down on the table, before pouring another. Melina’s hand came to stop her pour, and Natasha glared at her the same way she had done to Yelena, but Melina wasn’t so quick to yield.

“What happened?” Melina asked, in that soft mother tone that made Natasha want to reveal every sorrow she’s had in her lifetime. Instead, she grit her teeth.

Natasha didn’t want to admit you had died due to the heartbreak she had given you. She didn’t want to admit that the love you gave her scarred to her to the point she ran into the arms of another, and that it ruined you. Tears began to sting her eyes as she thought back to all the sleepless nights she had spent with Carol, rather than securely in your arms where she felt the safest.

“I’m going to miss her.” Yelena said quietly, and Melina turned to shush her before noticing the way she curled in on herself just as Natasha had. The sight made Natasha’s heart squeeze in pain, as she remembered just how close you, and Yelena had been.

If there had been any sort of family disfunction, which was common within their household, you were quick to put out the fires with your soft smiles, and kind words. You had even suffered through Alexi’s stories countless times to prevent an all out war happening among the table they all sat around now.

Melina looked to Natasha once again as she searched for answers, oblivious to the fact those answers pained Natasha in her soul. Talking will be good for you Melina shared through her gaze, but she didn’t realize how wrong she was.

Natasha pushed Melina’s hand away to once again pour herself a shot, and she felt the burning sensation trickling down her throat. She looked down at the bottle, and noticed it was the exact bottle you had given her parents upon meeting them. It had been an old Russian brew from a company that no longer existed; you heard Natasha mention it was Melina’s favorite. She slammed it down on the table.

Would she ever be able to run away from the memories you had left her with? Or were they simply going to chase her for the rest of her life?

“I killed her.” Natasha said, finally mustering up the courage to spill her sins to her family. Melina’s hand left her arm, as if it had burned her and she quickly retreated back to her seat from across the table.

A heavy silence hung among the family, and no one dared to move. They all just sat there for a few moments, wondering just what had brought Natasha to the point of killing you.

“What did she do?” Alexi asked, shattering the silence around them. His gaze was soft, sympathetic even, as he looked up at Natasha.

Natasha had grown tired of the way everyone at the compound had chastised her for your death, but somehow this misplaced sympathy stung much worse. It was the idea that, even though she had voiced being the cause of your death, her family believed you to be the villain. She even scoffed at the idea of someone thinking such a thing about you.

“I was having sex with someone behind her back.” She finally said, and waited for an outburst of emotion from her family just as the Avengers had done. Natasha tensed as she waited, but none came.

“Why would you do that?” Melina asked, and the offended tone she used was not lost on Natasha. “I thought you were happy.”

Natasha opened her mouth to respond, but only tears shed down her cheeks in silent answer. She wanted to tell them that she was happy, the happiest she had been since Ohio, but somehow those words couldn’t surface. She felt as if she was chained to the bottom of the ocean, and the only person left to save her now was deep in a grave of her own creation.

Before Natasha could gather her thoughts once again, the loud screech of a chair against the wooden floor caught her attention. Yelena stared at her as she stood, before she turned toward her bedroom to slam the door behind her.

“I’ll go.” Melina said, before chasing after Yelena to sweep up the emotional mess Natasha caused. She couldn’t exactly be upset at her sister, considering she would’ve reacted the same way at such news.

It’s not everyday your sister cheats on one of the only people you consider your friend, only for them to die because of it.

As if on queue, Natasha’s phone chimes in her pocket. She was surprised to see a text from Clint.

Head back to the compound. He sent. Apparently shit hit the fan.

Those words scarred her slightly, considering the state of the team when she had left. She couldn’t imagine what had gone down that caused everyone to be called back, but she made efforts to head back anyway.

“Where do you think you’re going?” Alexi asked, in a much less sympathetic tone than before. “We must talk.”

“Duty calls.” She said simply, before allowing the screen door to slam behind her as she boarded the quinjet in the yard.

Once she arrived, it was apparent things had obviously gotten worse. Steve had gone so far as to calling Carol back to Earth. She wondered if he was calling them in to strap a chastity belt to both of them, and make them swear they’d never touch another human being again.

That’s something the fossil might do, especially if Wanda had any say in the matter.

“What’s going on?” Natasha said as she stepped into the common room.

“Apparently, SHEILD was informed of a terrorist organization dead set on bringing down the Avengers.” Bucky answered, as he stood with his arms crossed behind the couch.

Natasha scoffed. This wasn’t exactly something they hadn’t dealt with before, considering almost every villain was dead set on ridding the world of their mightiest hero’s.

“I wouldn’t be so quick to brush them off, you know.” Pietro spoke up as he cut a look in Natasha’s direction. “Your ex was their first target.”

Natasha’s fists clenched at her sides at the mention of you. Then realization dawned on her, as she turned to Steve. “Wait, you’re telling me they were behind her death?”

Steve took a moment, debating on weather he should give Natasha the response she was asking for. Either way, he nodded, to which Natasha was quick to pull her batons from her shoulders.

“I’ll kill them.” She said through gritted teeth, before Steve put a hand on her shoulder.

“Believe me, Wanda was way ahead of you.” He said, and Natasha’s eyes cast a glance over to Wanda’s dejected form. “But they’re too discernible of a threat, SHEILD wants us to head underground.”

“Where are we going then?” Carol spoke up, making her presence finally known. Nobody really had acknowledged her either way.

“We had been waiting for you to arrive before deciding, but either way, we don’t have many places to go.” Bruce said, bypassing Carol as if Natasha had been the one to ask the question in the first place.

Steve had noticed the steady anger rise in Carol at the ignorance thrown her way, but before she could say anything, he was quick to cut her off. “I do not want to hear it, right now.” He said, simply.

“I know a place.” Wanda said quietly, almost as if she hadn’t wanted the team to hear her. The crease between her brow showed that, although she was going to make her suggestion, it had been weighing on her mind for awhile.

“Well, lead the way.” Tony said, motioning to the quinjet Natasha had just arrived on. The team made their way to the jet, and piling in, before taking off.

The quinjet landed in a large field that was bordered by large trees, with a quaint house sitting as a cute little centerpiece. It was similar to Clint’s small cabin, but obviously had less wear than his family home.

Bucky looked around at the never ending scenery, before his eyes landed on the home before him.

“What is this place?” He asked as the whole team began to make their way toward the front door.

Most of the team had assumed it had simply been one of SHEILD’s many safe houses, but before they could make it up the steps, the door creaked open. The team looked up, to be met with the sight of you on the porch with crossed arms, looking none too pleased.

“Hello, Natasha.”

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syllvane · 3 years ago

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home- yelena belova x reader

a/n: wrote this whole thing in about an hour, black widow spoilers obviously!

Yelena doesn’t know what home means.

For a time, it meant Ohio, a life with her sister and her parents. It meant playgrounds and mac n cheese and American Pie.

For much longer, it was blades and guns and a ledger soaked with red.

Now, it was you. It was taking her coffee the exact way you took it so that you could reach over and take a sip of her mug when you didn’t think she was looking. It was the way you woke up every time she woke up from a nightmare, always being there to reassure her that she was still in control, that the Red Room was gone. It was the little sticky notes the two of you left around the apartment, the little reminders of your love.

It was home, at least until you had woken up one day to a pile of dust next to you instead of your girlfriend.

You didn’t know what it had meant- why would you have? You thought maybe that she had accidentally burned breakfast maybe or that there was a hole in your ceiling. You thought of everything except what had actually had happened.

The apartment changes slowly, as you and the world around you realize that this is permanent. That this is a nightmare you won’t wake up from.

You can’t even remember the last words the two of you said to each other- ‘I love you’, probably, or maybe discussing the next day, time you didn’t realize the two of you didn’t have.

You reach out to Natasha and when you tell her, you see your own grief mirrored on her face- in her defense though, she doesn’t start bawling as you had.

Her grief is stoic and stray tears. Yours is sobbing and nightmares, waking up and reaching over to the other side of the bed for someone who isn’t there.

You don’t think you’ll ever get the feeling of her ashes off of your fingers.

Five years pass slowly, dragging you and everyone else who was desperately clinging to the past along with it.

You help dissolve what is left of the Black Widow agents, giving them the freedom that Yelena had always longed to give them.

You vow that Yelena’s mission won’t die with her.

You’re making dinner when you hear footsteps coming from your bedroom.

You grab the gun that Yelena always kept behind the pots, turning around and pointing only to see the woman herself standing there, taking in everything.

She faltered for a second before smiling.

“Is it a crime to oversleep now?” Yelena asked, her eyes never leaving yours.

She looks exactly like you remember her.

“You can’t be real.”

“If that’s the start of some cheesy pick-up line, I am going to walk out of that door,” She said, although there was no real threat behind the words. You set the gun down.

She could be a stray Widow, luring you into comfort before ultimately killing you.

At that moment though, you don’t really care.

It’s been five long years and you are tired and so you run over to where she is standing and you hug her tightly as if she will simply disappear through your hands again.

“Woah! What’s the occasion? Is it our anniversary or something, is that why you were holding the gun?” She asked and you didn’t respond.

“It’s you,” You said, tucking your face into her shoulder. “You’re back.”

Yelena pulled a face, not that you saw.

“Back? Where did I go?”

That was genuine confusion in her voice- she had no idea that she and half of the Earth’s population had disappeared for five years.

“Just don’t go there again, please. Just don’t go where I can’t follow.”

She doesn’t say anything- she doesn’t fully understand why you’re sobbing into her neck, but that doesn’t matter right now.

There will be plenty of time to talk about it afterwards but for now, she does one of the things she’s always been best at and she just holds you.

The excitement of Yelena returning is overshadowed a few days later by the news of Natasha’s death.

“We won’t… we won’t even have a body to bury,” Yelena said, her eyes welling up with tears as you held her, and you are reminded of your own grief in the first couple days after she had disappeared.

This time though, you do not cry.

You wanted to- Natasha had become one of your closest friends in the five years that you had lost Yelena. Your loss bound the two of you together in ways you hadn’t thought possible.

You wanted to and you do not because this is Yelena’s grief first and foremost and it is yours second.

You will not cry in front of a woman who has just lost her sister. Instead, you will hold her close and you will tell her stories of her sister from the past five years, five years that you had refused to speak about.

“She loved you so much, Yelena. She wasn’t the best at showing it, but she loved you so much.”

“Then why didn’t she stay?” Yelena asked, her voice breaking as she started crying again.

You didn’t answer, mostly because you didn’t have a good reason.

Clint Barton had told you over the phone that one of their lives had to be sacrificed and that Natasha gave her life so that he could return to his family.

That was all perfectly well and nice, but you wanted to scream at him: What about us? What about Yelena? What about Melina, Alexei? What about her family?

You didn’t though. He would have to live with her death for the rest of his life, knowing that he was only alive because she wasn’t. Maybe that would have to be enough.

“Cause she’s a hero. I don’t know. I know it’s selfish, but I need you to promise me something. Promise me that if the world needs saving and it’s your life on the line, you’ll turn around and come home to me,” You said, running your hands through her hair. “The world can burn for all I care. I just need you safe.”

“I promise. No going where you can’t follow,” She replied, repeating your words from the first night that she had returned.

There is no body to bury but there is still a funeral, still a gravestone to visit.

“I don’t want to go alone,” Yelena said, straightening the hem of her shirt in the mirror.

“You won’t be,” You promised her and she took your hand and the two of you drove to the cemetery.

Her grave was recognizable- it was covered with flowers and stuffed bears and candles.

She was renowned by so many and grieved by many more, though none as much as the two of you.

Yelena doesn’t know how to approach it- she froze when she saw it, rooted to the ground.

“I don’t think I can do this,” She said, her voice barely a whisper. “Not yet.”

“Okay. We can stay as long as you want.”

She grabbed your hand and you held on tightly.

“Don’t leave me.”

“Never.”

The two of you look at the other gravestones for about an hour before Yelena finally garners up the courage to go to Natasha’s.

She kneeled, setting the flowers down gently among the others. She seemed to freeze for another moment before her fingers began tracing a word on the gravestone: ‘sister’.

Her hand clapped over her mouth and she leaned back.

You sat next to her as she started crying again, your hand finding hers again.

Yelena didn’t know what home meant for the longest time- it was deception and Russian taught in secret and filling scrapbooks with memories manufactured in one day.

It was scalpels and guns and dead bodies and broken bones and targets. It was sniper rifles and explosives.

It was sitting at her sister's gravestone with your hand in hers, sitting with her until dusk, crying. It was waking up to your nightmares, you holding her tightly until you stopped crying, realizing that she was still here.

It was Natasha’s red hair and her fighting poses and it was your smile and laugh.

It was grief and love, it was her sister and it was you.

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mrs-avenger3000 · 3 years ago

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Thanks so much for the request! I hope it’s as as great as the idea! Love you too!!! 🥺💕.

Summary: Natasha’s never one to shy away from a good secret so what happens when she had a brush with death and wants nothing more than to be in her wife’s arms. A wife that nobody knows about apart from her sister, Yelena Belova.

Wife… Since Uh☝🏼 When?

Natasha rushed to the side of the building, her neck pressing against the stone. Her breath was coming out in harsh pants. “Cap, tell me you got the location for the second bomb!” She rushed out, feeling quite distressed. Steve’s heart dropped as he got a confirmed location.

“Nat get away from that build-”

But it was too late. The building exploded outwards, its blaze heating the surrounding air, causing the burning sensation in Natasha’s thigh and arm. She couldn’t get away fast enough, and she was caught in the rubble. Her body was pinned to the floor and ash, bricks, glass you name it and it hit her leaving her in really bad shape. Tears brimmed her eyes, and she screamed loudly as a metal rod impaled itself through her thigh. “Blya der'mo!” (Fucking shit) she yelled. Natasha’s vision blurred slightly as someone rushed over to her.

“Nat! Oh god Nat!” Clint yelled as he, Steve and Tony rushed to her aid. Clint grabbed her hand as he nodded to cap to lift the rubble he did so and Natasha screamed, it was so pain filled it almost brought Clint to tears. The bar was still in her leg, and nobody was planning on taking it out.

“Don’t worry. Help is on the way, an ambulance is on its way to Romanoff. So keep your eyes on me!” Steve snapped, rubbing her hand. Nat nodded, too tired to come up with a smart remark about how looming at him would cause more damage than the blood pooling from her thigh.

“Y/n…” Nat murmured, her eyes fluttering closed. “Somebody call… m-my… wife.”

The three looked at each other, all wearing confused looks. “Who’s y/n?” Tony asked Nat and Natasha’s eyes fluttered open, a rare genuine smile on her lips which looked ridiculous due to the circumstances.

“My love.” She whispered, her eyes closing.

The flashing of the lights of the ambulance let the team know that she was going to make it.

You rushed into the hospital, your heart on your sleeve as you rushed over to the desk. “I- I Natasha um… Natasha Romanoff s-she was admitted. I there was an explosion. Please, I need to see her.”

The desk clerk looked up at me and raised a brow. “What’s your relationship to the patient?”

You clenched your jaw. “She’s my wife! The mother of my child! I- just let me see her.” You rushed out. She nodded and began walking you to her room. Your stomach was a mess with knots. You felt nauseous and your whole body was riddled with nerves. The state of the man on the phone you gathered it was bad. The door was pushed open, you gasped as you saw her. There were wires all over her body, her head was bandaged as were her arms and her legs. She was covered in sweat and her bandages were already covered with blood. You walked over to her, not sure if you could even touch her.

Your hand hovered over her forehead before you delicately stroked her hair. “Oh, baby.” You whispered, your tears falling down your cheeks. She looked so frail… so broken it rocked you to your core as you through about the possibility of her not coming home to you. You turned upon hearing heavy footsteps. Nick Fury and it seems like the rest of the team.

“Y/n-”

You cut him off by slapping him. “You son of a bitch! You promised me she’d never end up here. You- you p-promised. How would I have fucking explained this t-to Melissa? I- can’t.” You yelled, your anger melting into despair as you slammed your fists onto his chest. He wrapped an arm around you and you cried into his chest. You sobbed. He held you for a while until you pulled back, turning to Nat.

“Who are you, and who is Melissa?” someone asked. You turned around, your tears still falling. You recognised him as Tony Stark. Your eyes flickered to Clint, and you said nothing as you wrapped your arms around him.

“Melissa… she’s fine she’s with Laura and the kids.” He stated, and you nodded.

“Wait, you know her. You knew Romanoff was married? Are we the only ones who didn’t know?” Tony muttered, displeased.

“She choose not to tell you. That was her decision.” Clint interjected.

The beeping of machines caused you to turn around. You rushed over to her bedside, glad to see that she was waking up. Her eyes flickered open, and she smiled. Before anything was said, you grabbed her face and kissed her. Displaying everything in that one kiss, your heart felt a little lighter as you felt her response. Your tears had begun to fall again, and she pulled back holding your face in her hands. “Why are you crying, detka?” (Baby)

“You almost died, y-you almost died.”

“Is nobody else concerned with the fact that Romanoff married a Hydra agent?” Tony cut in. You froze, your eyes cutting to his with a dark look in your eyes.

“How-”

“Facial recognition had F.R.I.D.A.Y. run a scan. So am I the only one concerned?” He asked again.

“That was my past.”

“Can you clear a ledger that thick?”

“Stark!” Nat snapped. You swallowed, taking a deep breath.

“Can you? I’ve killed my fair share of people, but you… you profited off the lives taken when you sold your weapons. Black market deals, terrorist attacks. You benefited from the lives of others.”

“I’m reformed I shut it down.” He shot back, and you nodded.

“As did I.”

The room was silent, and Steve smirked, raising a brow. “I like her, her fire matches yours, Romanoff.”

“Thanks, I needed your stamp of approval.” Natasha smirked. You laughed softly as you gripped her hand.

“I love you.” She whispered, shocking the team. Natasha never shows her emotions and for her to so openly and for someone who was the enemy didn’t sit right with Tony, but the rest of the team were shocked at the blatant show of affection. A blush rose up your cheeks as you gave her a soft smile.

“I love you too.” You replied, kissing her forehead.

“It’s still weird.” Tony mumbled.

“Just wait until you meet our daughter.” You smirked, shocking the room into another silence.

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gaegalsyd · 3 years ago

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Felt Like the End

Natasha Romanoff x Reader

Suddenly thought of The Watcher bringing Natasha to the final endgame battle instead. If you haven't watched the series What If, this is basically Natasha from a different universe coming to the endgame battle.

TW: death, a little angst ?

*gif not mine

*Italicized text is flashback

The compound is destroyed, shattered to pieces. But not as broken as your heart. And as you stood there looking at the army of Thanos and your small group, you knew that all of you would die trying. Still, at the back of your mind, at least you will be with her and would not have to endure the pain of living without Natasha.

It has not been long since you returned from your mission to gather all the stones back so you can bring back half the universe, and it also hasn't been long since you lost Natasha at Vormir. Being reminded of it brought tears to your eyes, and you realized that Nat would want you to fight. So you prepared yourself as if preparing for your funeral, your heart suddenly pounding harder and your vision blurry from the unshed tears. Then you heard a little static, realizing it was Sam's voice through your comms. And you saw your friends coming out of different portals with determination burning through their eyes and desire to win radiating from their every shout. And then you saw her, a glimpse of her red hair and her emerald eyes tinged with a bit of confusion but nonetheless determined. Your knees suddenly felt weak. How can she be here? You thought to yourself, you saw her lifeless body with your own eyes. Was Bruce able to bring her back?

The tension in the air is so thick it can be cut by a knife. A few minutes ago, you were making jokes with Natasha as you walked towards where the stone is. Now both of you are sitting beside each other on the ground after knowing the price of the stone. She was looking somewhere far away, her brows furrowed a little, and her lips were pressed into a thin line. And you were looking at her trying to take in everything about the feature of her face. "I don't even know why we're still sitting here" you said, breaking the silence. You kneeled in front of her, your hand taking hers and the other placed on her cheek.

"The two of us know that you need to stay alive. Yelena will be waiting for you".

And that's when you felt your cheeks wet with your tears pouring from your eyes that are still locked with hers that are now moist with tears she's trying to fight from falling.

"I have been preparing for this day for five years. We can bring everyone back." Natasha's voice filled with more determination than ever.

"Don't be a pain in my ass" you whispered with a smile tugging in your lips, then you kissed her forehead. "I love you, and I can't let you jump there," you said before pulling her to the ground and running towards the cliff. And when you were about to jump, you felt her latch something by your waist, which you realized was a rope. Instead of you falling, the two of you were hanging by the cliff with you holding to her arm and Natasha asking you to let go. And with a last smile to you, her voice was filled with love as she assured you. "It's okay, I'll see you in another life, and I will love you all the same" then she jumped. The last thing you saw was her lifeless body before waking up, holding the soul stone that cost you the love of your life.

After everyone was assembled and was already fighting, you never had a chance to see Natasha again. You were worried that it was just a figment of your imagination. But then you saw her again with your other friends trying to protect Peter, and you locked eyes with her, and she gave you a smile. Despite fighting your way through Thanos's army together with the other female avengers, your eyes were only set on Natasha. And the crumbled compound with blood everywhere was just a blur. The voices were nothing but white noise. And the next thing you knew was Tony sacrificing himself and Thanos with his army dissipating.

The battle was done. Whether you won or lost is uncertain. And with the avengers compound being a wreck, you resided with the Bartons, where Natasha stays as well. You couldn't bring yourself to talk to her, ask her. You could not blame Natasha as well. She could be mad at you, but what really bothers you is that she feels different, and she was acting as if you were nothing more than a friend. But that did not stop you from breaking as you keep seeing her but not being able to be comforted by her touch, lulled by her voice, and just be with her. So one day, when the Bartons were outside, you decided that you would have to talk to her while the both of you were cleaning up in the kitchen and no one else around.

"I'm sorry, I left you in Vormir" your throat suddenly felt strained.

Natasha looked at you with a bit of confusion in her eyes, her eyes raised a little, and she was biting her plump lip. Which led you to think to yourself if she suddenly got nervous. And the realization came to you as if suddenly able to breathe after being drowned. "You're not my Nat" you looked at her intently, and she just gave you that charming grin of hers. "I can't believe you're the first one to notice. I guess no point in hiding" that response from hers made you almost stumble and your eyes wide with your mouth agape. "Please explain" was the first stupid word you came up with.

Later that day, she explained everything with the watcher and the other universe thing with Ultron. It's almost unbelievable, but you just fought a giant purple monster alongside wizards and god, so you believed her. After that day, it was a bit easier to talk with her. You have an inkling that the two of you are not together in her universe, so you did not bring that up, Clint and Laura are confused, of course, but they trust you and Natasha.

Tony's funeral came, and the atmosphere was somber. You were standing by the lake when Wanda came, and you knew that she was also grieving, so you give her the silence she might need. "I wish I could tell him we won," she said, breaking the silence. You added "he knows," but in your mind, you wanted to say that "they" know, referring to Vision and your Nat. After a while, Wanda left, giving you a silent nod. Natasha stood beside you, and you already felt calm by her presence alone.

"What are we? in this universe. I mean you and the Natasha of this universe," the woman beside you asked while not letting her eyes leave the lake ahead. "we shared a life together. We were each other's best friends and lovers," you said, looking at her.

"I figured" that was the only answer she gave you. So you asked her back. "What about you and the y/n of your universe?"

"Oh, I had romantic feelings that I was never able to say, but it was unrequited." she shrugged. Typical Romanoff shrug, you thought.

In an attempt to make the situation feel lighter, you joked, "knowing myself, I'm sure she feels the same, just got scared." You looked at her eyes, and she looked back at you, and you felt the same warmth and affection from her eyes. And you already swear that she may not be the Natasha you knew, but you'll protect her in this or another.

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