#the black widow doesn’t count here. it’s just the best. you know which ones i mean

[milkywayes]

the multiple shot sniper rifles are just the worst

[dirtyvulture]

Envy and Venom - Part 3

Heiress!Natasha Romanoff x CEO!Beefy!Fem!Reader

18+ only, read at your own risk

Summary: You are the notorious playboy who just inherited one of the biggest tech companies in the world. Your first move? Sleeping with the heiress of your rival company.

Word count: 4990

AN: Y'all are getting fed with this one. Have fun. :)

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Thanks to @mostlymarvelsstuff for helping with some Russian translations lol.

DAY 34

“Do you have everything ready? Your presentation, your notes?” your dad asks.

“Yes, yes,” you tell him for what feels like the thousandth time. 

“This is where the comeback starts,” your dad says, and sometimes you wish he would just claim back his title. You were sick and tired of his coaching, even if you needed it a little bit. But if Envy Industries had gotten into this mess because of you, then you were the only person who could get them out of it. “I know I can’t be there in person–”

“I know, I know,” you dismiss. You were well aware of his vacation plans to the Maldives with his new girlfriend. Besides Envy, it was the only thing he wanted to talk about nowadays. But you still didn’t even know her name, and were certain he’d find a new one before the end of his trip.

“Tony will be there with you, right? He’ll keep you on track,” your dad continues, inching into sensitive territory now. Even though he denied it every time you confronted him, you knew he was always worried about you stepping into the CEO role because you were a woman. Hearing the doubts from the public and the competition hardly bothered you, but from your own father, it was like a punch to the face. Especially when you were not exactly proving him wrong given how things had played out since your first day.

“Who cares if Tony is there or not?” you snap, losing your patience. “He’s not the one giving the presentation. He’ll just be standing behind the curtain, stealing all the free merch, and–”

“Okay, that’s enough,” your dad cuts you off. “I want you to call me again tomorrow. We’ll run over your presentation again–”

“I’ll think about it.” You slam the handset on the receiver, a satisfying motion that could not be accomplished with modern telephonic devices. You try not to give the upcoming presentation any more thought–it was already stressing you out enough. Maybe an hour in the gym would take your mind off things. 

Your decision made, you step away from your desk to your private walk-in closet, rifling through the selection of workout clothes hanging there. All of them were custom-cut to your exact body dimensions to ensure the best fit and look. Although you were no professional athlete, you treated yourself as if you were one (and you certainly looked the part). 

But right now, you couldn’t care less what you looked like or what you were wearing as you grabbed the first set of clothes you could reach, slipping them on and grabbing your Louis Vuitton gym bag, monogrammed with your initials. You lightly jog out of your office, moving fast enough that people will think you’re in a rush and not stop you. The gym is on the tenth floor of the building, and because it’s just after lunch, most people are back at their desks. But you set your own schedule, so you’re happy to find that it isn’t too crowded and you quickly get warmed up before you start lifting.

In between sets, you check your phone, a bad habit that doesn’t exist when you’re with your training coach, but he’s not around to scold you, so you can do as you please. In the tracking app, Natasha’s red dot blinks in the Upper West Side of Manhattan, hardly three miles away from your current location in Envy Industries. 

She was hanging out at Black Widow Corporation headquarters, just where you expected her to be. She had an unsurprisingly predictable schedule, splitting her time just between work and home, which you discovered was in an apartment just a few blocks down the street from yours. You wonder if she lived on her own or with her father, who was likely paying for her housing either way. 

Natasha was not quite the self-made woman that you were. Her work was significantly more behind the scenes, which was one reason why you had never heard of her before. Alexei Shostakov was the only name you associated with Black Widow Corp. But you had done your own digging on her and her family the past few days. There was frustratingly little about Natasha and you were ready to hire a private investigator due to your lack of results. 

All you had learned was that she had graduated magna cum laude from Virginia Tech with a degree in economics, where she also held a brief internship at the university’s infamous Gamma Lab before it was shut down after the sudden death of its lead researcher. You assumed she had gone immediately to work for Black Widow Corp after her graduation; there was no other work history for her anywhere. No social media, no public interviews. This woman fascinated you more and more. 

After a final set of deadlifts, you re-rack all the weights because you’re not that much of a heathen and check your phone again. Natasha is no longer at Black Widow Corp, her red dot moving steadily through 86th Street that cut through Central Park. Your heart rate jumps, and not because of your workout. You sit down on a bench to steady yourself, watching as the red dot continues through Central Park. When she turns right on Park Avenue, you know exactly where she’s heading.

Hopefully you could intercept her first.

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“Where are you going?” 

Natasha curses under her breath as she turns around to see Yelena standing in the lobby, her arms crossed over her chest like a scorned mother catching her child sneaking out of the house.

“What?” Natasha rounds on her sister, annoyed that she’s been watching her like a hawk.

“The board of directors meeting starts in seven minutes,” Yelena says, and Natasha curses under her breath because she forgot all about that.

“Dad can handle it without me,” Natasha replies, eager to get the heat off of her as soon as she can.

“They’ll be talking about CES,” Yelena reminds her, referencing the important annual show where the biggest tech companies came together in Vegas to reveal their newest inventions and products.

“You’re not going to CES,” Natasha points out, surprised her sister even knows its proper name. Since the company was going to fall on her shoulders once their father stepped down, Natasha had spent almost the entirety of her adult life learning, training, and breathing business and technology. Yelena had been able to pursue her own hopes and dreams, starting in the private security field until she had enough experience (and enough of Dad’s money) to start her own company. She was happy and thriving, something Natasha was endlessly jealous of.

Yelena had never experienced the pressure of managing billions of dollars in and out the door. She didn’t know what it was like to fight off every insecure man who couldn’t bear to do a business deal with a woman. She hadn’t spent hundreds of hours trying to learn coding languages and complicated mathematics and equations on her own. Yelena didn’t understand what Natasha had spared her from, and Natasha was afraid she would never be grateful for it.

“Yes, but you’re going to CES,” Yelena says.

“You’re not my babysitter,” Natasha snaps, turning away and marching towards the door. 

“You’re going to see her again, aren’t you?”

“What?” Natasha stops. “Who the hell are you talking about?”

“That CEO you’re in love with.”

“Excuse me?” But Natasha’s face is flaming red as she struts over to confront her sister. “I am not in love with anyone. You know that.”

“You seem to be spending an awful lot of time with that CEO.”

“No, I’m not.”

Yelena smirks. “I own a private security company, sestra. You don’t think I know my own sister’s whereabouts and who she’s with?”

Natasha’s heart sinks, but she tries not to let it show. “Why can’t you ever just mind your own fucking business?” she growls, immediately regretting the harshness of her words when she sees her sister’s face fall. But she’s too proud to take it back.

“I don’t think it’s safe if you keep seeing her,” Yelena says. “And you don’t know what it could do for the company–”

“Why do you care about the company so much all of a sudden?” Natasha counters. “Dad’s not giving it to you when he steps down.”

“I don’t want it,” Yelena replies, although she looks hurt. “But to be quite honest, I don’t like what it’s turning you into.”

“Which is what?”

“This!” Yelena waves her arms at Natasha frantically. “It’s always ‘Black Widow this, Black Widow that.’ You don’t have any hobbies anymore. You never eat dinner with the rest of the family. You don’t go out unless it’s to see that CEO–”

Natasha interrupts her with a huff. “You wouldn’t understand, Yelena,” she says, trying a different approach and maintaining complete calm. “You can just stay holed up in your one-windowed office to spy on people and let the real adults go out in the real world and handle real shit.” With that, she spins on her heel and storms out of the building. 

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“Why are you into shooting all of a sudden? Have you ever even held a gun before?” Tony asks, staring at you with a dropped jaw.

You shrug. “I need some new hobbies,” you lie.

“You’re not going to shoot someone with it, are you?” he half-jokes, his chuckle quickly dying up when you don’t laugh with him.

“No, of course not,” you mumble unconvincingly.

“Okay, well, when do you need the gun by?” he asks.

“How fast does Bucky work?”

Tony shrugs. “If I call him now, he can have one to me by the end of the day.”

“Okay.” The sooner the better, because it gave you less time to back out of your plan. “That works.”

“So, are we going big-game hunting in Africa this summer?” Tony asks, giving you a sharp nudge before starting his car.

“Maybe, maybe…” But you have a different target in mind.

The gun is surprisingly heavy, oily, and unfamiliar in your palm. Bucky had gone over the four “rules” of gun handling, which shocked you that he even knew:

Treat every gun like it was loaded

Don’t point it at something you aren’t willing to shoot.

Keep your finger off the trigger until you’re ready to shoot.

Be mindful of your target and what’s around it.

He had given you a full box of ammo for “good luck” too, before jumping back into his car and driving away faster than you could read his license plate.

Currently, you sit in the darkness of your apartment, weighing the gun in your hand. Your heart is beating so hard against your ribcage you swear you can hear it. 

You check your phone. Natasha’s just parked her car in the parking garage. It should only take her a few minutes to ride the elevator up. You hadn’t even bothered to change out of your workout clothes, worried that she would arrive at your apartment before you did, but you had just barely made it on time.

Her red dot blinks in place on your screen. She’s in the elevator.

Your eyes flit to the front door, the gun feeling even heavier in your hand. 

The seconds drag on. 

You hold your breath for as long as you can between inhalations, heart pounding, ears straining for any sound of movement outside your apartment door.

Beep, beep.

A key card–yours–registers at the door lock. The handle pushes down from the outside and you snap to attention. 

Don’t miss, you tell yourself.

The door parts open, almost hesitantly, like your uninvited intruder is suddenly unsure of themselves. In the darkness, you see a figure slip through the door and close it behind her. Her body shape gives her away immediately. The thick thighs in black jeans, the curve of her hips leading up to her narrow waist, the fullness of her bosom stretching out the tight shirt she’s wearing.

When Natasha steps into the light, she freezes when she sees you sitting at the kitchen table, gun cocked in her direction.

“It’s about time you showed up,” you greet. “Building security didn’t question you when you used my key card to get in?”

“Clearly not,” Natasha says, her stance tense and wary.

“Come sit down. We should talk,” you invite, gesturing with the gun and breaking Bucky’s rule number one. Natasha stiffly walks towards you, her face an impassive shadow. You’ve never seen her genuinely scared before and it delights you that for once, you have the upper hand on her. You kick out a chair and she sits next to you. 

“Didn’t expect this, did you?” you ask. “Probably thought you could just waltz right in here and steal more of my shit?”

“Y/N–”

“Shut the fuck up.” You’re tired of listening to her excuses. You rest the gun on the table. “Is Black Widow going to CES?”

“Yes,” she says. “Like we do every year–”

“Well, there’s going to be some changes this year,” you interrupt. “Get your phone out. Call your dad. Black Widow Corp is going to be a no-show this year.”

Natasha balks. “That…That won’t be possible.”

You pick the gun back up and point it at her, breaking rule number two. “Then make it possible.”

“You won’t shoot me.”

“You don’t think this is real?” You point the gun at the table. Rule number three. You pull the trigger. Rule number four. The gun bucks in your hand, the blast reverberating around your apartment with enough power to rattle your teeth. Natasha flinches even though you hadn’t aimed anywhere near her. “No one can hear us,” you say with a chuckle. “I had the apartment soundproofed years ago to stop the neighbors from complaining.” 

She stares at the gun.

“Take your phone out now. And call your dad.” You hope you don’t have to ask again.

With shaking hands, she finally obeys, placing her phone on the table. “Put it on speakerphone,” you demand. Natasha presses a few buttons and you hear the dial-up tone.

“Privet, doch',” Alexei booms.

“English,” you hiss.

“Hi, Dad,” Natasha says, side-eyeing you uncertainly. “We, uh…We need to talk about CES.”

“Good, I just got out of the meeting with the board–”

“Black Widow can’t show up this year.”

Alexei’s surprise is palpable. “What, Natasha? What are you talking about?”

“We need to call off our appearance,” she says, her voice shaking. “Just for this year. We’ll go again next year like we normally do–”

“What’s wrong with this year?” Alexei asks.

Natasha looks at you, her eyes begging. You shake the gun to remind her you’re serious. “I…uh…I don’t think our tech is ready for the show,” she says. “You know how disastrous it can be if we unveil something that isn’t completely ready.”

“But we’ve been working on Project Transformer for months, Natasha. It’s plenty ready–”

“No. Dad, please.” She grits her teeth. “I was looking through the code last night with the engineers. There’s a bug in the programming. It’s going to take at least a few weeks to smooth out. We can’t debut right now, Dad.”

Alexei curses in Russian. “Shit. The board really liked our presentation.”

“I know.”

“I wish you would have told me earlier.”

“I know,” Natasha repeats. “But we only just discovered it this week.” 

There is more silence, punctuated by Russian grumblings from Alexei. “Okay, okay. I’ll make a few calls. Too bad we’ll be losing out on our reservation fee too.”

“It’s a small price to pay.” Natasha’s eyes dart to you again. “Sorry for all the trouble, Dad.”

“Where are you?” Alexei asks. “We missed you at the meeting.”

“I’m out.”

“Will you come to dinner tonight?”

“Yes.”

“Good, good. Proshchay, dorogaya.”

“Bye, Dad.” Alexei hangs up first.

You slowly clap your hands. “Good girl. Was that so hard?” Your chest swells with pride at your achievement. Maybe now she would have more respect for you. You know she only saw you as a piece of meat. But you were much, much more than that.

“Fuck you,” Natasha spits.

“Oh, are we still doing that?” You put the gun down on the table, this time facing it away from her. You part your legs slightly, inviting her between them. Natasha glares at you with emerald daggered eyes. “Don’t be shy, baby,” you say, your voice deepening. “I got what I wanted today. It’s only fair you don’t leave here empty-handed too.”

Natasha shoots up and marches over to you. For a second, you think she’s going to hit you, but instead she straddles your lap and kisses you so hard you’re sure she’s bruised your lips. The ferocity is both frightening and arousing as she tears off your workout shirt and shorts. She palms at your left breast roughly, sinking her nails into your abs and dragging them down to your belly button. You groan into her mouth when she bites your bottom lip. She’s never been this aggressive with you before, but you know she’s taking out her frustration on you.

And you absolutely love it.

“Now that I’m done fucking with your company, you want me to fuck you until you can’t walk?” you whisper, shoving your bare thigh between her legs. The friction from her jeans burns your skin, but you hardly register the pain. 

“You’ll have to carry me out,” Natasha says, trailing her fingers down the vein on your bicep.

“Deal.” You kiss her again, slipping your muscular arms under her thighs and standing up with her. You carry her to your bed, leaving her to undress while you grab your strap from its drawer and slip it over your legs. When you turn back, she’s shimmying off her lacy black panties and the feral urge to keep your promise overrides all your senses. 

You pick her back up and she hooks her legs around your waist, her arms circling your neck. She presses her naked chest against yours, both of you moaning in unison when your nipples brush together. You walk with her until Natasha’s back bumps into the wall, shifting her weight off your arms to the wall. You maneuver your right hand to grab onto your strap, lining it up with Natasha’s center. 

“Are you ready for me?” you ask, rubbing the tip of your cock over her soaking entrance. Natasha’s whines at your teasing, her fingers tangling in your hair and jerking at your roots painfully. 

“Fucking ruin me,” she begs.

You slam your hips forward, burying your entire cock in her in one move. Natasha screams, tearing her nails down your back. Your big hands grip onto her waist to hold her in place as you thrust into her tight heat, your abs flexing and tensing. Natasha’s body rolls with yours, her head falling back against the wall, exposing the perfect column of her neck to you. You lean forward to decorate it with your marks, so every time she undresses for the next week, she’ll be reminded of you.

The only item of “clothing” she still wears is a thin silver necklace with a rectangular charm hanging from the chain. It bounces in the hollow of her throat every time you thrust into her.

“Y/N, oh, Y/N,” Natasha chants, music to your ears as you keep your relentless pace. Your thighs, already spent from your gym session, are absolutely on fire now, so you need her to finish quickly before you drop her. You shift the angle of your hips, bumping the top of your cock against her clit with every stroke. Natasha squirms and moans, trying to find a rhythm with you, but she’s so close she can’t match you at all. 

“Tell me when you’re gonna cum, baby,” you pant. 

“Soon,” she moans. “Go harder. Don’t stop.”

You’re afraid you’re going to break her with how hard you’re thrusting into her. But finally, her body tenses in your hands and you know she’s finished all over your cock. You’re grateful to slow your thrusts as she comes down from her high, your entire body sweaty and buzzing with adrenaline. You slip your arms under her quivering thighs and stumble back to the bed, collapsing onto it with your legs hanging off the edge, Natasha panting on top of you. 

You’re not sure who’s more exhausted, you or her. You lay there unmoving, trying to catch your breath, which Natasha does before you. She sits up, slowly pulling your cock out of her and crawling up your body to kiss you messily. Her tongue slips into your mouth, but you’re too tired to return her fervor very much. 

“What’s wrong, sweetheart? Am I too much for you?” she teases, cupping your chest and pinching your nipples. 

“No, just give me a minute,” you grumble. It was rare to meet someone with stamina like hers. And as much as you prided yourself on yours, you feel like you may have met your match with Natasha Romanoff. Your arms and chest are covered in her scratch marks, and your back still stings a little. Natasha traces the scratches gently.

“Mine,” she murmurs.

“Hmm?” you grunt, not sure if you heard her correctly.

She props herself up on your chest to look at you. “I can give you a minute,” she purrs, her voice becoming husky and seductive. Natasha slides down your body, resting her knees on the floor and tugging the harness of your strap down your legs. You can hardly lift your hips high enough off the bed to help her, embarrassed by how tired you are. Natasha grabs your calves to lift your feet up one at a time to remove the harness and throw it to the side. She rubs her hand  across your defined abdomen, stoking the fire in your belly again.

“Don’t move, baby,” she says. “I’ll take care of you.”

“Huh?” You lift your head high enough to see Natasha’s head between your legs, her mouth lowering onto you. It’s like a lightning bolt of pleasure that shoots through your core and you moan loudly in appreciation. Natasha makes eye contact with you as she slips her tongue into you, smiling as you pant and squirm. 

“Oh, God. Fuck me,” you gasp, dropping your head back on the bed. Your hands claw at the sheets as her tongue explores your walls. Natasha pushes apart your muscular thighs to make more room for her, pushing so deep into you her nose bumps against you. Your chest heaves as you struggle to breathe evenly, arching your lower back off the bed in a silent plea for more. 

Natasha eats you out like she’d been starving for a week, her tongue alternating between swirling around your throbbing clit and pushing through your clenching walls.

You finally find the strength to lift your right leg, twisting it sideways at the knee and hooking it around the back of Natasha’s head, pressing your calf against her scalp and dragging her closer. You reach down with your hand to tangle it in Natasha’s flaming red hair, pushing her down so she isn’t tempted to pull away right when you reach the edge of release. 

“Nat,” you whine. “Please, baby. You’re gonna make me cum.”

Natasha hums against you, the vibrations finally causing you to lose control. Your entire body goes limp as Natasha cleans up all the slick between your legs, then climbs back up to rest on you like you’re her personal pillow.

“Gimme a kiss,” you mumble and Natasha presses her lips to yours obediently. She tucks her head in the crook of your collarbone and you stroke her hair absently. “If I fall asleep, are you gonna leave again before I wake up?” you ask, your voice sounding small. 

“Only if you want me to,” Natasha murmurs. 

“I know I’m supposed to hate you, but I don’t know if I can,” you admit.

“Then don’t,” Natasha says. “Because I was thinking about it too, and…I think we should go public.”

“Public? Like us being…” You can’t even finish your own sentence.

“Mhmm.” Natasha nods against your chest.

“You can’t be fucking serious,” you scoff.

“No, I’m fucking you.”

“And you’re done. Right?” Your eyebrows scrunch together at the dual meaning of your words. Natasha doesn’t say anything. “At the very least, you owe me fifteen-billion-dollars before we can go public about anything,” you say, referencing the amount your company lost in the last month when Black Widow Corp pulled the rug out from under your feet.  

“Done.” Natasha searches around your bed for her phone. “What’s your bank account number?” 

“What are you doing? Seriously.” You’re a little lost now. 

“Well, our dads spent all their time fighting each other,” she says.

“Not fucking?” you joke.

“I can’t confirm that,” she says with a smirk. “But I was thinking about it. And I know Envy hasn’t been doing so well lately–”

“Because you sabotaged our contracts and stole our ideas,” you remind her.

Again, Natasha does not confirm nor deny this fact. “But what if instead of competing, we…helped each other out?”

“Like a collaboration?” you ask. Your father had specifically warned you against any kind of “collaboration” work with another company. You weren’t running a YouTube channel. You had a multibillion-dollar business. It was your responsibility to look out for the well-being of your company and your company only, damn philanthropic endeavors, personal favors, and relationships.

“We can work something out,” Natasha insists.

“Did you go through all of this just to ask me that?” you ask.

“No.” Now, Natasha looks away from you. “I mean, at first, yes. I thought you would just be a hot one-night stand. And yes, you were–” You raise an eyebrow. “–But you’re also a lot more than that.” Validation burns through your veins to hear this. “You’re smart, you know the tech, and you know how to run a business. And you’re the hottest CEO in the country and the best person who’s ever taken me to bed,” Natasha says. You think you’re going to combust at the praise. “I can’t stop thinking about you. I can’t stop thinking about us. And what we could accomplish together.”

It takes a few seconds to let her words process. “I don’t know how this could work,” you say, the logical side of you taking over for once. “We’re not regular people, Nat. The future of this country is literally in our hands. The public watches our every move and criticizes every decision we make. People like us need whole PR teams to manage their relationships.”

“Fuck the PR teams,” Natasha says. “If we like each other, then why can’t we be together?”

It had been years since you had publicly been in a relationship with someone. After all, it was so much simpler to cycle through partners and not have to worry about commitment or any long-term decisions. But deep down, you were cripplingly lonely and terrified you wouldn’t be able to find someone who would settle with you. 

Because truth be told, your lifestyle was not for many. Most people couldn’t handle the pressure you were subjected to every day. The never-ending torrents of judgment. The borderline-criminal way you were stalked by reporters and paparazzi. The unreal expectations you were held to by people you’d never even met.

But out of all the people you had ever been with, Natasha Romanoff was the one with the best chance of understanding all that. She knew what she was getting herself into, because your life would be her reality the day her father passed on the company. Of course it wouldn’t hurt her to get some practice beforehand.

“I want you to be mine,” Natasha says suddenly. She reaches up to her neck, her fingers brushing the hickeys you left there, before unclipping the silver necklace. She puts it around yours, flipping the charm around so you can see that it reads “Natasha.”

“Baby…” You didn’t even care what your dad’s reaction to hearing the news would be. How would the public react? The consumers? The shareholders? At your level, it was unavoidable crossing the line between professional and personal interests. People would either cheer you on or vow to never use another Envy product again.

But Envy had been tanking ever since you took the helm. Maybe this was what you needed to bounce back…courtesy of the same woman who ruined you in the first place. The math seemed to add up–Natasha would cancel out herself, wouldn’t she?

Natasha interlaces her fingers with yours, distracting your thinking. “We could be the most powerful couple in the tech industry. In the world,” she says. “Isn’t that what you always wanted?”

“Yes,” you sigh, although that’s not really the truth. There was one thing you wanted more than power, money, and fame.

“Then don’t be afraid, sweetheart.” She squeezes your fingers. “With me, you’ll have everything you want and more.”

A rush of emotions suddenly overwhelms you–fear, annoyance, love, envy, and venom. You would kick yourself in the head if you missed out on the chance to be with Natasha, but you also weren’t entirely convinced this was the right move. 

“Y/N.” The way she says your voice is desperate and pleading, like she too can’t be without you.

“Okay.” You make up your mind in an instant. “Okay, baby. Let’s do it.”

Natasha beams, snuggling closer to you. The two of you say nothing further, and her steady breathing quickly lulls you to sleep. Natasha holds onto you even as she feels your body relax under her. She turns her head to look at the gun you left on the table, wondering what it would feel like in her hand, to hold against your head.

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AN: These two are for real going to be the death of me. 😩

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[queen-of-the-avengers]

Break Free

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Female!Reader

Word Count: ~2.8k

Warnings: angst, prison!wanda

Summary: Four new prisoners get admitted into the Raft, and you now have four new clients as the resident psychiatrist. Wanda is an interesting person and the more you get to know her, the more you understand the position she’s in. She’s a hero even if she doesn’t see it.

Squares Filled: "I won't let you be hurt anymore." for @scarletwitchbingo

Author’s Note: any and all comments are greatly appreciated <3

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When you got into the psychiatric field, never did you think you would be at one of the most dangerous prisons on Earth. The Raft houses the most dangerous criminals known to man. They started letting superhumans into the prison since it’s the only safe place to put them.

Never did you think you’d ever see any of the Avengers here, either.

You’ve seen some of the worst humans known to man, so why the hell are heroes locked up here? They didn’t do anything wrong. It’s no secret that the Accords were put into effect, and you know some of the Avengers signed it and others didn’t. Everyone heard about the fight at the German airport.

If you were on the team, you wouldn’t have signed it, either.

Thaddeus Ross walks with you down the hallway where the Avengers are staying. You’re the on-call psychiatrist where you work with each prisoner one-on-one and provide them with a bit of therapy and medication to help them. Since they’ve just arrived, Ross is introducing you to them since they are now your new clients.

“We will be giving most of the other prisoners to Dr. Farrow so you can focus solely on our new guests.”

“Are you sure this is the best option? They didn’t do anything wrong.”

Ross stops walking and looks at you with an unreadable expression.

“They violated the Accords. They’re criminals.”

He won’t listen to reason so you don’t say anything more of the matter. Everyone knows who the Avengers are but Ross takes you to their cells to do introductions anyway.

“Meet Sam Wilson a.k.a the Falcon.” Sam paces the entire cell and only pauses when he locks eyes with you. “Steve Rogers right-hand man. If he gives you any trouble, don’t hesitate to punish him how you see fit.”

“Real mature,” Sam rolls his eyes and goes back to pacing.

Ross takes you from his cell to the next.

“Clint Barton a.k.a Hawkeye.” Clint looks at you but doesn’t say a word. He’s known for being stealthy and not making any noise. He’s not a big talker which is going to be a problem for you. “He’s one of the most notable spies besides Black Widow. Don’t let him manipulate you.”

“That’s rich coming from you,” Clint bites out.

Ross takes you to the next cell.

“Look, I have a family. They’re going to be worried about me. I’ll do whatever, just get me out of here.”

“Scott Lang a.k.a Antman. He’s a talker. Won’t shut up. Wouldn’t blame you if you skipped his session every once in a while,” Ross scoffs.

“Come on!” Scott begs, but Ross ignores him.

The final cell he takes you to is the one you’ve been looking forward to the most.

“Wanda Maximoff.” She is sitting on the ground with a straight jacket on and a blank look on her face. She looks so broken. What have they done to her? “The witch.”

“Why is she in a straight jacket?”

“We can’t allow her to use her magic. Be careful with her. She’ll get in your head.” Ross takes you back to his office before you can say anything else about it. He must know that what he’s doing is wrong, right? “You’ll be given two hours with each person a day while also tending to some of the other prisoners. I don’t care who you start with but plan your time however you’d like. Any questions?”

“Are you sure they belong here?”

“Yes. They’re criminals. They went against the Accords that over a hundred countries had signed.”

You don’t think the Accords should have ever happened, but you keep your opinions to yourself. You start the day by having sessions with the other prisoners because you’re unsure how you’re going to go about treating the Avengers. They have nothing that needs to be treated but if you don’t do your job, you’ll get fired.

After lunch, you decide it’s time to talk to the Avengers. You wanted to start with an easy one, Scott, but you find yourself in Wanda’s cell with her.

“We didn’t get to meet last time but my name is Dr. Y/N. Can you tell me a little about you?” Wanda doesn’t speak. She looks at you but you don’t think she’s seeing you. She’s distancing herself from the situation. “Wanda, don’t do that. Don’t disassociate.”

“What do you know? You have no idea how I’m feeling,” she says and looks at you.

“You’re right. I don’t, but I do know that disassociation hurts more than it heals. I’ve been doing this a long time, Wanda. I want to help people and understand them better. I believe in the power of medicine which is what I give out.”

“Do you think I need help like that?”

“No. I don’t think what they’re doing to you or the others is right.”

“It’s fine,” she sighs and looks down.

“No, it’s not. It’s not humane.” She looks at you. “I don’t think you did anything wrong here.”

“They seem to think so.”

“For now, don’t think about them. Think about us. It’s just you and me in this room. I just want to get to know you.”

“Because you have to.”

“Because I want to. I could just sit here and pump you full of so much medicine you’ll forget your own name or I can get to know you and understand you as a person.” You hate that she’s in a straightjacket. You fight the urge to take it off her but then Ross will blow a fire under your ass for doing it. “Your choice.”

Wanda doesn’t say anything for five minutes as she contemplates her options.

“What do you want to know?”

“Let’s start with your interests. What do you like to do in your free time?”

“Before… Sokovia… I loved going to the movies with my brother. We’d sit in the back and make fun of the characters.” She has a faint smile on her face from the memory. “We’d do everything together.”

“You must miss him.”

You’re no stranger to what happened in Sokovia.

“He was my best friend.”

“What about afterward? How did you cope with the loss of your brother?”

“I didn’t. My home was ruined. My parents were gone. My brother was gone. I had no one left. I was living in a place with strangers. I usually kept to myself. I liked playing guitar. Tony got me one. I watched a lot of TV.”

“What were your favorite shows?”

“The Dick Van Dyke Show. My family and I used to watch those when I was a kid. It makes me feel close to them.”

“What made you feel safe?”

“Vision.”

“What will make you feel safe now?”

Wanda looks at you in surprise. She didn’t expect you to ask her that question. Normally, prisons don’t care about the comfort of their prisoners but you do. She looks down at the jacket wrapped around her and you nod in understanding. She flinches back when you approach her but she doesn’t move away from you. You step behind her and undo her jacket so that her arms aren’t restricted. You take the jacket off her and lay it over your arm.

“I can’t do much but I can do this. You don’t deserve this.”

Wanda looks up at you with unshed tears in her eyes. Your phone rings and you look at the message Ross sends you.

My office. Now.

“I gotta go. I look forward to talking to you again.”

You leave her cell and make your way to Ross’ office. He doesn’t look too happy and you have a feeling it has something to do with the jacket still over your arm.

“Who gave you the authority to remove her jacket?”

“Me. I did what was best for my patient. Isn’t that why I’m here? To help them become the better versions of themselves? Isn’t that why you hired a psychiatrist and not a psychologist so I could prescribe them medicine if needed?”

“Yeah, but--”

“Then let me do my damn job. No one who isn’t clinically insane deserves to be in a straightjacket.”

“I don’t like your tone, Y/N.”

“You want to fire me? Go ahead. Good luck finding someone who will want to come out here.”

“You’re dismissed,” he says through clenched teeth.

You’re the only one here who doesn’t put up with Ross’ bullshit and he knows it. Everyone else is afraid of him but you won’t let him control you like he does everyone else. You respect yourself too much to let him.

Scott is the easiest to talk to since he won’t shut up. You ask him one question and he’ll go off on a tangent that has nothing to do with what you asked him. Clint is more reserved and will only give you one or two-word answers. It’s clear he isn’t interested in talking with you. Sam is more talkative than Clint but loves to compare this to his experiences with the Air Force. Wanda is the only one you connect with on a personal level. There’s something about her that’s pulling you to her, and you know it’s not her magic.

The next time you see Wanda, you’ve brought her something to eat. She is lying in her bed when you enter, and she sits up to greet you.

“I don’t like what they serve. I brought you something from my personal stash,” you wink at her.

“Thank you,” she smiles.

You sit down on the other side of her bed and share your food with her even though you let her eat most of it.

“Tell me, do you like your powers?”

“I’m kind of stuck with them so I have to, right?”

“That’s not what I asked. Do you like them?”

“Sometimes, no.”

“How did you get them?”

She knows you know how she did but talking about it helps the mind come to terms with what happened so that it may start to heal from it.

“Do you want the short version or the long version?”

“Whatever version you’re comfortable with giving.”

“My parents were killed by a bomb hitting our complex. The bomb came from Stark Industries. Pietro and I grew up to hate Stark and anything that he did. We attended every protest against him, did everything we could to try and stop him from making weapons and destroying cities for his selfish purposes.

“Hydra saw us and gave us an opportunity to strengthen our country. They gave us a way to fight back those who had too much power. They had Loki’s scepter. Apparently, I was born with the ability of magic but it was so weak that had I not been with Hydra, it probably would have diminished into nothing. The experiments they did allowed the mind stone to reactivate that side of me. It gave me my abilities.”

“Did you want to volunteer for their experiments or do you think Pietro had to convince you to?”

“I think we wanted to matter. I think we were looking for a reason for why all the bad things were happening to us.”

“Do you think you’d do the same thing if you had the chance?”

“No, I don’t,” she sighs. “Can I ask you a question?”

“Sure.”

“Why do you do what you do? Why prisoners?”

“I believe in helping everyone regardless of what they’ve done. Some prisoners think prison is a rehab and use that to get better. Some don’t, but I believe in the power of medicine. I just want to help people.”

“And us?”

“I’d use medicine if I thought it would help. Honestly, I don’t think you guys have done anything wrong. I don’t think you guys deserve to be here. You’re heroes in my eyes, especially you.”

Wanda looks into your eyes and tries to understand what you’re thinking. Her cell has power-dampening technology in the walls so she can’t use her magic. She glances down at your lips. Time stops and the only thing that matters is Wanda. She barely moves an inch when the alarms go off and the red light flashes in the hallway.

“Shit, I gotta go.”

“What’s happening?”

“A prisoner escaped. Finish the food. I’ll be back for it later.”

Wanda watches you leave and she doesn’t realize she’s smiling until she sees her reflection in the glass. Ross got a handle on the prisoner who escaped. One of the nurses came by to administer medicine for him but they didn’t know that the prisoner doesn’t like to be touched without warning. He knocked her out. You’re the only one who knows this about him since he’s worked with you since he came here.

That took the next three hours of your time, so it’s nearing dinnertime when you’re finished. Wanda deserves more than the slop they serve, so you’ll fix her a plate from the nurses’ station. You’re plating the food when you hear commotion come from the other nurses.

“What’s going on?” you ask.

“Tony Stark is here.”

You drop what you’re doing and head over to the command center where you spot Tony talking to Ross.

“If Sam’s going to talk to anyone, it’s you, Tony.”

“Yeah, let me see what I can do.”

Steve and Bucky are men on the run, and Ross is searching for them since they violated those stupid Accords. Ross thinks if Tony talks to Sam, he’ll tell him where they are. Tony leaves Ross’ office and you rush to catch up to Tony.

“You’re not on Ross’ side, are you?” you whisper.

Tony pauses and looks at you. He doesn’t know who you are and he doesn’t trust you to reveal his true motives.

“Get back to work before you get in trouble.”

Yeah, he’s not on Ross’ side. Tony and Steve are best friends. He’s here because Steve needs him. If he is going to get Sam to tell him where Steve is, then he can’t let Ross know. Tony has a plan. You’re not sure what it is but you’re going to use it to your advantage. If this goes sideways, you’ll get fired but if it works, you can get Wanda out of here. You rush over to her cell and open the door without letting it close.

“What’s going on?” she asks.

“I need you to trust me for the next ten minutes. Come on, I’m getting you out of here.”

“What?”

“I don’t have much time. Tony is here talking to Sam. I don’t even know if this is going to work but I have to try. You don’t belong here, Wanda. None of you do. I won’t let you be hurt anymore. Come on.”

Wanda jumps out of bed and follows you out of her cell. She feels her powers heighten inside of her now that she is no longer under the influence of the power-dampening technology. All eyes are going to be on Tony so you’re banking on none of them seeing you and Wanda escaping.

You hold her hand the entire time you’re running with her to where Tony’s helicopter is. Of course, there are guards patrolling the area and moving shipments in and out of the area. If you go now, you’ll be spotted and she’ll be in even more trouble than she already is.

“Shit, that’s a lot of guards. I really didn’t think this through.”

“I got this,” she whispers.

She uses her magic and puts each and every one of the men to sleep. They all fall to the ground like dominoes, and you know you’ll have even less time to get her on that helicopter.

“Yeah, that works,” you nod. “Come on.” You run with Wanda to the helicopter and practically shove her inside. “Keep your head down and don’t let Tony see you.”

“Wait, what about you?”

“I have to stay and make sure they don’t find you. Don’t tell me where you’re going but I’ll find you, okay?”

“No, it’s too risky. You have to come with me.”

You pull her in for a hug and run your hand down her back.

“I have to help the others. It’s what I do, remember?” You pull away but keep your hands on her. “Wanda, you deserve to be free. Now, go before Tony comes back.”

You’re about to leave when she pulls you back into her. This time, her lips plant themselves on yours. You kiss her back feverishly, not knowing when the next time you’ll be able to do this again. You pull away seconds later and run away so that Tony doesn’t spot her. He comes walking out moments later with Ross on his heels.

Wanda peeks her head out one of the windows and looks at you. You give her an encouraging nod and disappear back into the prison. You have to have faith Friday disabled the audio and video but you’re prepared for the ugly alternative.

In case Ross figured out Wanda is gone and you helped her, you have to get the others out as soon as possible. They don’t belong here. They’re heroes and it’s time people start seeing them as that.

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Haunted

Bucky Barnes x Reader

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Word Count: 977

Summary: Part 5/6. The knock at the door isn’t who you expected.

Warnings: None.

“Friday, what’s our eta?” Steve yells out, too anxious to control his voice. “Five minutes.”. That wasn’t fast enough for him. Two days ago he was fighting his best friend on a bridge, now some intern is saying he’s in Austria. How did he get here so fast?

“Calm down, we got this.” Natasha gives him a reassuring look. “I know, but it’s Bucky, he acted like he didn’t remember me, what if I can’t get through to him?”

Natasha feels for her friend, but she can’t imagine what he’s going through. The guy Steve described couldn’t be the winter soldier they’d come to know. Something was afoot but they just don’t have all the pieces yet.

“I haven’t been here since I lost him, it hasn’t changed.” He says looking at the snow capped mountains. They see the clearing they designated for landing just ahead of them. Steve squeezes Natasha’s hand giving her one last terrified look.

They land and it was like any other mission, Black Widow and Captain America working perfectly in tandem. Steve swept the woods east of the helicopter, while Nat wordlessly cleared the west side. They met in the middle, facing south, Steve cocked his head towards the tiny clouds of smoke coming from behind a wall a trees.

You can’t even hear their foot steps in the snow as they sneak their way towards the cabin. You and Bucky didn’t hear a thing as you huddled low in the kitchen, it was the closest you’d been to him, maybe it was his military experience telling him what to do, or it was his natural instinct to keep you safe from whatever was outside.

You tightly held on to Bucky, your face buried in his shoulder. “He found me! I knew I shouldn’t have called Darcy.” You begin to cry, why couldn’t you just be free. You hear a knock at the cabin door and your body freezes. Bucky has his right arm tightly wrapped around you, keeping you close. “I won’t let anything happen to you.”.

You look into his icy blue eyes and you know what he said was a promise. You nod to him as he lets go of you and stands. He cautiously walks to the door, peering out of the window. All Bucky can see is two shadows through the frosted glass. He opens the door, holding his breath, waiting for a fight.

When he’s greeted by the face of his nightmare his heart skips a beat, which is odd, he hadn’t really felt it since he woke up in the snow. “Steve?”, he looks between his friends squinted eyes.

“Buck?” Steve sounds like his heart is breaking. Bucky watches as his eyes soften, this isn’t the Steve from his dream, he wasn’t out to kill him. Without another word Bucky crosses over the threshold, bear hugging his best friend. He doesn’t let go, even when the red headed woman beside them clears her throat.

You waddle to the front door and peak your head around the corner. It wasn’t who you expected. Bucky was squeezing the life out of Captain America, while Black Widow stood there looking utterly in shock.

Steve finally returns Bucky’s hug, understanding this isn’t the same man from the bridge. Bucky releases his friend for a second to say, “I thought I’d never see you again.”.

You never seen two grown men cry before. But here they were, Bucky sobbing into his friends shoulder while Steve stood there letting the tears fall down his cheeks. “It’s really you Bucky?” Steve can’t believe it.

“Why wouldn’t it be?” Bucky relents from the hug. Steve looks into his teary eyes, “You don’t remember fighting on the bridge?”.

“My last fight was with you, on the train. I’ve been here ever since.” Bucky feels his heart again, but this time it’s racing. What could Steve possibly be talking about? He’d never fought on a bridge.

“You need to come with us.” The red headed woman said, pointing between you and Bucky. Your eyebrows raise, how were you getting out of this one?

“She’s not going anywhere.” Bucky finally looks away from his friend, now keeping his promise to you. He gives the black widow a murderous look. “There’s the winter soldier!” She says, taping Steve and pointing at Bucky’s face. She was done with today, this was not what she expected.

“Not funny, Nat.” Steve says, giving her a shameful look. He leans past Bucky, into the house. “You really do need to come with us, we can explain on the flight back.”.

With orders from Captain America you’re nodding your head. You couldn’t fight him on this, whatever he had going on was far more important than your disgust for New York. You grab your phone from the kitchen counter, pulling on your thick winter jacket. “Yes, sir.”.

Bucky gives you a look, silently asking if this really was okay. You give him a small smile, this was out of your hands now, you were just along for the ride.

You all packed into the helicopter, no words were exchanged between you as you lifted off from the ground. Your head was spinning, this might be too much for you to handle, but you had to push through, you couldn’t imagine how weird this is for Bucky or Captain America.

You lean your head against the window, letting your eyes close. The adrenaline is gone, leaving you exhausted. Right when you feel yourself drift off to sleep, you hear the woman say “Where did he go?” You look around the small cabin, Bucky’s seat was empty, no indentation showing that he was even there.

You look between the two Avengers, they looked to you for answers. “Did I mention to Darcy that I think he’s a ghost?” You say, scratching the top of your head.

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Hi!! Can you please write Jack Thompson x female reader? Reader is a black widow who switched sides during the war and continues working with the SSR but Jack doesn’t know her history so he doesn’t take her seriously as an agent and treats her like a secretary. Then one day a group who they’re investigating breaks into the SSR office bc they need information so they take everyone hostage to get it. They are threatening all the agents then start threatening reader which causes Jack to get angry and protective. But then reader fights off all the enemy group and capture them. Jack and the rest of the office are super shocked, then you can decide how the story goes from there. Thank you!!!

ahhh I loved this one! thanks for requesting!

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pairing: Jack Thompson x Fem!Reader

word count: 2887

warnings: canon typical violence

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Sometimes, Y/N wishes she could live in one day.

The day she would pick would be the singular day she had in New York after escaping the Red Room, where she toured the city and for the first time in her life felt like a normal human. She had gone to a play, gotten a coffee, sat in Central Park and watched people taking their dogs for a walk. It was the best day of her life, no question about it.

"L/N! Here's the paperwork from the most recent closed case, it needs to be filed. Also, I think I'm feeling sandwiches for lunch, if you could get that started." Jack Thompson's grating voice reaches her ears, and Y/N has to close her eyes and take a deep breath to avoid grabbing his arm and dislocating it. He drops the folders on her desk, and she stares at her desk as she tries to rearrange her face into one that won't get her written up.

"Thompson," She blows out the breath, and then turns to him. "For the final time, I am not a secretary. If you would like someone to get you lunch and file your papers, perhaps you should ask an actual secretary, or even a lower ranking agent. But I have work to do, so get your own lunch and file your own papers." She picks up the folders and pushes them against his chest, and he narrows his eyes.

"I was unaware there were lower ranking agents." He tells her, and all she can do is blink at him.

"Perhaps you should learn more about the company you work for then." She simply says, then goes back to the work she was doing. She wishes she could do field work, but part of the deal she made with the SSR when they got her the job was that there would be no field work for her. She was not to give any indication at all that she was once a Black Widow, and being insanely well trained in combat would be a dead giveaway. Her file officially says she had an injury years ago that impacts her mobility.

"I want to applause." Peggy says from her desk, which of course is right next to Y/N's. Y/N is secretly jealous of the only other female in the office, because even though it's not often, she can at least go on field missions. Peggy is able to push and fight for herself, where Y/N has to pick and chose her battles even more than regular women.

Plus, Y/N knows Peggy has kissed Captain America, and Y/N would give anything to have done that.

"I'm sure that would just make steam come out of his ears." She tells her roomate; of course, the SSR had put the only two women in the same complex. Y/N didn't mind; it was nice to have one friend, and Peggy was a great one.

"I would pay to see that." Peggy tells her, making Y/N chuckle lightly.

"Are you girls going to jabber all day, or are you going to actually get to work?" Jack asks from across the office. Seems he's still peeved about what Y/N said. She breathes deeply once more, knowing she can't say anything back. This is how her life has to be, because of her past that she didn't even chose.

"Well, Jack, if you wanted to join that bad, you can just say." Peggy says back, and Y/N smiles. The two look at each other and share a soft look before getting back to work.

Y/N can't help the small voice in the back of her head that hopes something fun happens in the office, just so she doesn't die of boredom.

~

Despite knowing the voice was there, she never actually wanted this to happen. She almost feels responsible when it does, frowning at the agents who are actually high clearance secretaries.

It had been a normal day. Y/N and Peggy had gotten up and gotten ready, Y/N making breakfast that morning for the two of them. They walked to the office together, and sat at their desks as if it were a normal day.

And then the mafia that the office had been investigating broke into the office, guns held up. Y/N's eyes widened, and her heart started to race; not with fear, but with adrenaline of knowing what to do. She had been waiting for this.

"Nobody move." The man in the front said into the silence. Everyone was frozen, and Y/N was trying to wipe the smile off her face. She would wait for the right time, obviously, but she knew a lot about this mafia. She was sure they wouldn't actually kill any of the agents - they didn't want to draw that kind of attention to themselves. They were here for their files. They wanted to scare the SSR into not investigating them.

"Follow me," One of the men on the side said with a smirk.

"Anyone tries anything funny, you're getting a bullet." The main guy said. Y/N looked over at Peggy as they stood. Peggy looked a little worried, but not as much as some of the agents, who were close to soiling their pants.

"We have to do something." Peggy whispers as everyone files out of the desks and starts to walk down the hallway.

"I have a plan." Y/N tells her softly, walking into the interrogation room.

"You do?" Peggy basically mouths it, not wanting it to be heard over the squeaks of shoes.

"The beginnings of one." Y/N said quietly as she smirks and sits.

"No talking." The man points his gun at Y/N, and she briefly grapples with looking scared before she just decides on a neutral face. She knows they won't shoot her, at least not in a fatal place, and she's taken bullets before. The leader takes Chief Dooley, leaving the rest of the office in the interrogation room with only two guys. The rest were in the halls and looking for other files that they would be destroying. Y/N was waiting for this; she could take these guys, then work her way to the main office. Once she got one of their guns, it wouldn't be too difficult. She just needed to make sure that none of her coworkers got hurt.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?" Jack grabs her arm as she shifts to stand, and she can't help but turn and give him a murderous look. She hadn't even realized he was right next to her.

"Trying to save our asses!" She whispers, shaking off his arm.

"What's so interesting over here?" One of the men asks, swiping their gun across to where Jack and Y/N are sitting. Neither of them speak, and Y/N tries to sit back down without making it too obvious that she was about to overtake them.

"Nothing." Jack says quietly, hands out placatingly.

"Seems like something, since you two can't shut the fuck up." The man cocked his head, and Y/N grit her teeth. She knew she'd have to catch them off guard, and she couldn't risk Jack trying to grab her. "You have such a pretty mouth. Too bad you don't know how to use it." He kneels down, and she just blinks at him.

This clearly upsets him.

"Ya know," He grabs her face, and she tries not to flinch. "You could put that mouth to good use. I could teach you." He's smirking, and she resists the urge to roll her eyes. If she can just hold out, she can get rid of him in a few short minutes.

"It was my fault." Jack says, and this causes' Y/N's eyes to widen. She can't turn to look at him due to the hand on her chin, but she wants to hit him. Why is he talking right now?

"I don't think I asked you." The man growls, tilting his head but not letting go of Y/N's chin. His grip does loosen slightly, but Y/N needs to see where the other man is before she starts her plan.

"If you're gonna punish anyone, you should punish me." Jack starts to stand, sticking his neck out - literally - and moving toward Y/N and the man in front of her.

"Okay, tough guy," The man lets go of her, and she's confused for a moment at why Jack is doing this for her. He's protecting her. "You wanna take the blame?" He doesn't look like he's just going to grab Jack's jaw.

"What are you doing?" Y/N whispers, heart dropping. She has to do something, because the mobster is grabbing for his gun. She doesn't have time to make sure the other one doesn't have his out, or plan the best attack, because all she sees now is Jack being shot by this man when she could have prevented it.

Y/N shoots up, kicking the man's gun out of his hand before he knows what's going on and using the inertia to punch him in the face - hard. The other one turns, and she doesn't get to him before he fires his gun; luckily, she hits his arm with her own forearm to point it toward the ground, before she kicks her leg up and uses the momentum to flip herself, and consequently the mobster, over. Knee to his throat, she uses all of her might to bring down her elbow on his forehead, ricochetting his head against the concrete floor. The other mobster has gotten over his initial shock and comes at her, but she grabs his arm before he can hit her and dodges the immediate next punch. She twists his arm behind his back, a heeled foot kicking him to the ground. She puts all her weight on that foot while she grabs the heel off her other shoe, then uses the flat toe bottom to knock him once, twice, three times, until he finally closes his eyes again.

She's breathing a little heavily, not having done that in awhile, but she's barely breaking a sweat as she steps off the man's back and slips her other heel back on. They're not the easiest thing to fight in, but she's fought in worse and it's better than being barefoot.

"What the fuck was that?" Jack breaks the silence in the room, and Y/N turns to see him and Peggy sitting wide eyed.

"Extra training." She says simply, going to the door. "You guys need to stay here. I'll come back when it's clear." She tells them all, and Jack stands quickly.

"By yourself? What are you thinking?" He walks over to her, and she blinks at him.

"I'm sorry, did you not see what I just did? I took those two men down by myself." She tells him, crossing her arms.

"There are at least five more out there. Let me help you." Jack grabs both of the guns on the ground, handing one to Y/N. She stares at it, because she had totally forgotten about grabbing it and she knows she needs it if she's going to face the others, with or without Jack.

"Fine." She grabs the gun, looking up at him. "But you follow me. Not the other way around. Got it, Thompson?" She asks, and to her surprise he nods. She blinks, then nods to herself. Before she can turn, Peggy is getting up and running over, pulling a gun out of her handbag.

"You didn't think you'd do this without me, did you?" She smirked, and Y/N smiled. These guys wouldn't know what hit them.

That ended up being more true than Y/N thought. With three of them, they took care of the hallway men (usually without using their guns so there wasn't attention drawn to them) but one unfortunate soul got shot in the leg by Peggy before he was knocked out by Y/N. By the time they got to the main man who was having Chief Dooley grab every file on the mob from their cabinets, everyone else had been taken care of.

"Put the gun down." Y/N ordered, gun up as she entered the bullpen. Peggy and Jack were on both sides of her, guns up as well. The mobster didn't look too nervous, however, and Y/N just couldn't have this. "You think I'm joking?" She asked, aiming just slightly to the left. The bullet went into the wall next to his head, and she was sure he could hear the air as it wizzed past him. "Put it down." She trained her gun back on his head, and he looked much more scared now. Good.

"You're going to regret this." He said with a low chuckle, and Y/N just smiled.

"I don't think we are." She answered, gun never leaving his head. "Chief Dooley, why don't you make a call for us."

~

"How do you really know how to do that?" Jack asked. They were at a low-key bar downtown, Jack's treat for her saving everyone's asses. When he had asked her for just one drink after everything was cleaned up, she couldn't resist. She knew Jack was a point of annoyance in her days, but she wanted to know why he treated her like that, and if he would continue treating her like that after this.

"I had a life before the SSR." She tells him with a small smirk, taking a sip of her drink. She had gone home and changed into a warmer dress and flats, but it seems Jack hadn't gone home; he still had his work briefcase when he met Y/N outside.

"Right," He gave a chuckle, and with all Y/N's training, she knew what he was about to say suddenly.

"You know," She whispers, heart dropping. She didn't want to leave this life, leave this city and Peggy and all the other friends she had made. He hadn't gone home because he had been researching her, somehow getting clearance for her files.

"That you were a Black Widow?" He says it quietly and nonchalantly, and she wondered what game he was playing at. "I didn't think the Red Room was even real." He tells her, and she suddenly wants to hit him.

"Is that why you asked me here? To tell me you know all about my past so I'll have to move?" She asks, pushing her drink away so she doesn't pour it on him.

"What?" He looks genuinely surprised at this, and she tries not to let shock overtake her. "No, I'm not going to tell anyone. Why would I want you to leave?" The way he asks the question makes her angry, even though she knows it shouldn't.

"You treat me like a secretary." It takes everything in her to not yell it at him. "It's clear you don't respect me."

"I'm sorry," He says honestly, and she can't believe he actually just apologized to her. "I didn't mean to make you feel like that. I just - I treated you like that because I didn't want you getting hurt. I didn't know that you wouldn't be able to go on field missions, and I thought that I could somehow keep that from happening if you were always busy. It was a stupid plan, I know, which is why I'm so sorry,"

"Why would you care?" She cuts him off, confused by everything he's said.

"I thought it was obvious," He gives her a smile, one that doesn't quite meet his eyes due to his nervousness. "I care for you. A lot. More than I should." He admits, and she lets her jaw drop at this.

"Jack," It's all she can think of to say.

"I know, I was an idiot. Even more so, seeing how capable you are of defending yourself. But I've lost a lot in this life, and I just couldn't bear the thought of losing you. Even if you weren't mine." He says it so softly, it mends something Y/N didn't even know what broken in her heart. "This was stupid. I'm stupid. I'm sorry. You shouldn't have to move, I'll get a transfer." Jack has already grabbed his jacket and briefcase before words return to her.

"Jack!" She calls when he's already across the bar. He stops and turns, and she runs over to him, heart racing. "You're not stupid. You didn't have a great plan, but that doesn't make you stupid. And I certainly don't want you to leave." She tells him, and now it's his turn to blink in silence as the words clatter around in his brain. "It's sweet that you care. And I don't want you to transfer. If you leave, how would we be able to see where this goes?" She asks quietly, putting on of her hands on his arm and keeping her eyes there. For some reason, even though he already laid his heart bare, she's scared of what he's thinking. But then he grabs her chin, much gentler than the mobster, and tilts it towards him. A shiver runs through her at all the emotion pouring out of his eyes.

"I'm going to kiss you now." He tells her, and she just nods, closing her eyes and letting Jack Thompson kiss her in the middle of this bar.

It's the best kiss she's ever had. 

//

tags: @avada-kedavra-bitch-187  @one-sweet-gubler @theoraekenslover @thefandomplace @mcueveryday @icequeen1371 @kenzi-woycehoski @multifandom-boss-bitch

[pink-strawberry-kissess]

NSFW Alphabet for Leon x Ada

NSFW ALPHABET TEMPLATE here

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Leon is definitely more affectionate and wanting to cuddle after sex. Hell he cuddles in his sleep and refuses to acknowledge that he does that lol (he’s shy)

I’m taking Ada’s “I don’t like when men play rough,” to heart and think that she rarely is the submissive one, so yes I think that she does and will have to tend to Leon more afterwards if they had a particularly rough session. I don’t think Ada is huge on aftercare for herself though. (Also in terms of like a self destructive behaviour because she used to leaving Leon in the middle of the night because she didn’t want to get emotional over it) 

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Leon is very grabby and will hold Ada whenever possible. I do think that Leon’s too much of a sap and would say Ada’s face is his favourite body part. And if that’s cheating, then he would maybe say like her hands or something. 

For Leon I think he likes his legs, and because they can get him places lol

Ada is straight up just like “I like his ass.” lmao

Ada I feel like is very confident in her body so generally I think she’s fond of her curves.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

OKAY so in my other headcanons, for like safety reasons etc. I do kinda headcanon that Leon’s had a vasectomy. You can’t always count on condoms and having them, and Leon and Ada don’t always meet in the best circumstances. And he would never finish inside of her with the thought of possibly getting her pregnant. So I do think that could be true. Ada wouldn’t get her tubes tied or go all black widow, but she might be on the shot or something. 

THAT BEING SAID. I think that Leon’s a bit saddened each time that he thinks about getting Ada pregnant and that he can’t (because of the vasectomy lol) but also because that fantasy is too out of reach for him and his lifestyle. He doesn’t think too much of it, but perhaps later on in the more established part of their relationship, he’d think about fucking a baby into her but otherwise they mostly just think about cleaning up afterwards. But also he really likes cumming inside of her. Ada enjoys it better too, and doesn’t like it on her that much of the time.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

LEON’S A FUCKING BOTTOM. you’re telling me that a GOVERNMENT AGENT with SO MANY RESPONSIBILITIES WANTS MORE RESPONSIBILITY IN THE BEDROOM??? HELL NO HE’D WANT TO BE TOLD WHAT TO DO AND HE’D DO IT. Ada pegs Leon. There. I said it. I kinda feel like also (more established) Ada likes calling Leon daddy (like the idea of making him a daddy.) Ada is also more into the kinkier stuff but only from her end. 

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Ada is the more experienced one imo. Especially since I feel like she uses her sexuality sometimes for her work, and to her advantage. I’m not necessarily saying that she’s had a lot of partners, but she’s just more confident in her skills. 

Honestly, I feel like maybe he lost his virginity with his first gf. Either way, I don’t think he’s super experienced in the bedroom. Even the idea of Ada leading him along the way of like “how to please her,” makes sense to me. He gets better at being more attentive to Ada and eventually mostly focuses on making her cum before he does. But also I do think he cums quickly in some cases. Like if they do the DEVILS TANGO in public, which is almost always initiated by Ada because Leon would be too scared to get caught. 

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

LEON NEEDS ANY POSITION WHERE HE CAN SEE ADA’S FACE. Whereas Ada I think likes any position where she can control the pace. 

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Leon is 100% the more goofy one. And would try to make Ada laugh in the act. Sometimes I think that Leon just hearing Ada laugh during the act will make him [redacted.]

Ada isn’t particularly goofy or anything, I guess more teasing is her go to, to like make her laugh. She likes making Leon flustered and finds it funny.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Leon’s a lil hairy. Not terribly hairy, but he’s got it there. He does trim it. Ada had a landing strip. She doesn’t do the whole shave or anything, Leon doesn’t like it when she’s bare anyways.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

SO MUCH INTIMACY WITH LEON. HE NEEDS IT. MANY KISSES. SO MUCH AFFECTIONATE PRAISING. He needs her to tell him that he’s doing a good job. Ada would also do so much praising, but she would also taunt him in certain aspects- like “what a good boy~” “what a good little puppy~” 

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Honestly I feel like Ada is a pretty sexual person herself and is open to take care of herself if needed. She would also enjoy playing with herself while making Leon watch, and not let him touch her until she’s ready. 

Leon won’t do it when he’s on missions, he’s too busy thinking about work and also not dying. At home, I think he’ll do it in the shower. Sometimes in bed. I don’t think he masturbates a lot tbh

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Ada is really into control and she’s not open to being vulnerable so she often will tie up Leon so she feels safer. He’s open to this and wants her to feel comfortable with him. Later on she’ll be more open to exploring their kinks. Ada also likes Leon calling her mommy ヾ(´▽｀;)ゝ 

Leon’s into dressing up and roleplay. This is canon. 

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Honestly, the bed. They’re both not super open to having sex in public, especially with Leon. BUT I do think that they will sometimes get it on in the kitchen lol. They also like the shower because it’s a very freeing place if that makes sense.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Leon’s such an affectionate lover, he just could look at her for a long time and get it going. Ada loves how dumb or oblivious he is to her advances; obviously he gets it more the older he gets. But when he’s younger he’s so so oblivious.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Ada would not like getting dominated, and Leon does not want to hurt her at all during sex. They are not into really painful acts. Something non damaging like candle wax might be something Ada wants to do, but it doesn’t hurt. It’s a very short momentarily moment of pain. Leon would never hit her either. 

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Ada LOVES receiving oral. And would call him a “good puppy,” “good boy,” while he’s in between her legs, lapping up at her- while Leon LOVES her tugging onto his hair, doing it in a certain way literally makes his cock hard. UM also Leon’s good with Ada giving oral, but he gets too flustered and cums really fast. 

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

It’s rare for it to be fast and rough unless they’re rushing (like actually not enough time to finish,) but slow and sensual is the more likely rhythm that they go for. Speeding up just towards the end a bit.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Ada can 100% finish Leon off quickly, but Ada for herself? No.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Ada would be more of the exhibitionist. Teasing Leon in public and getting him so close but never finishing him off. Only to get him back home first. Leon is not a risky lover, and is a much more tentative lover.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

I have to remember that they’re in their 28-40s, but honestly I feel like sex drives vary very much on the couple. Lots of people have tons of sex in their 20s and then it stops. But some have even more sex when they’re older. I like to think they’re the later. It’s not so much the length but how good it is. If it can be faster or shorter but better, then that’s better. Leon can go max like 2 rounds.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Ada is the collector of toys ᕕ(⌐■_■)ᕗ ♪♬ and she likes using them on herself and on Leon. The idea of Leon and Ada walking into a sex shop is like Ada in a candy store and Leon at the dentist. He’s just so nervous and like WHAT THE FUCK ARE THESE. DO THEY GO INSIDE YOU??? (⁄ ⁄•⁄ω⁄•⁄ ⁄)

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Ada is a relentless teaser. And gets off on how flushed and flustered she can get Leon. Leon likes teasing but if Ada gets like at all flushed or looks like she can’t take it, he FEELS BAD. She’s like crying from the pleasure and he’s like pLEASE STOP CRYING (there’s a good nsfw comic i saw of this LOL)

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

you can not tell me

that you are here. reading this post. and it’s 2022. and you haven’t heard of dbd leon 

(ﾐ〒﹏〒ﾐ) leon is a fucking whimpering whiny moaner. DO YOU WANT ME TO JUST PUT THE YOUTUBE LINK HERE????? ada’s a normal sounding person and honestly mostly quiet at the beginning.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Ada would love to put Leon in her lingerie. 

Leon wants to do that.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Ada is stunning at her age. And realistically speaking, I think she takes care of her body as much as she can. In terms of like .. that? I mean, she has a landing strip. That’s it ig. 

Leon is - i can’t go into detail. like hexcodes of colours of the head and the shaft like people do on tiktok. He’s a nice length, good girth and def angled to the left LOL

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

This very much fluctuates because of their work. High stress KILLS sex drives so it really depends on what they’re doing. I think that’s also why Ada tries to get Leon whenever he has time off from work. 

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Leon falls asleep first, almost always. It’s rare for Ada to fall asleep first, but the first time he witnesses it, he ends up just watching her as she sleeps. Cuddling her until he finally falls asleep too.

[upat4amwiththemoon]

Two sides | part 2

Summary: Where once there were three, now only are two.

Pairing: Kate Bishop x female!reader, Yelena Belova x sister!reader

Warnings: google translated Russian, slight angst

Word count: 5154

a/n: Second part to Two Sides!! I recommend reading the first part before reading this :)

Tags: @thought-of-you-and-me @rafecameronswhore

All parts: part 1, part 2

“Why did you think it was a good idea to bring me here?” Y/N stares at the stage in front of her, where the Avengers are fighting while they sing and dance.

After Christmas, which Kate spent at the Barton household and Y/N with her sister in New York, Kate decided to ask Y/N on a real date. “Well, I thought it’d be fun.” Kate mumbles as she glances at Y/N’s displeased face.

Y/N turns to look at Kate with a raised brow. “You thought it’d be fun to bring me watch someone act as my older sister, who is dead, fighting aliens? She doesn’t fight like that. Do they think she does some funny acrobat tricks in the middle of a fight.” She pauses for a moment. “She is a big poser, but not that big.”

“Yeah.” Kate sighs. “I really didn’t think this through.” She takes Y/N’s hand and stands up, pulling her up as well. “Let’s go. I have something else for you.”

Y/N freezes for a second at the touch, but relaxes instantly as she follows after Kate to get out of the theater. “Where are we going?” She tries her best not to be suspicious of the archer, but sometimes her instincts take over.

Kate chuckles, waving a taxi for them. “My apartment. I have a surprise for you.” She opens the door of the taxi, signaling for Y/N to go in first.

“I don’t like surprises.” Y/N mumbles, getting inside.

“You’ll like this one.” Kate closes the door and gives the driver the right address. “Trust me.”

Y/N hums. “Trust isn’t really my forte.” She looks at the fleeting scene from the window, lightly tapping her fingers to the door. “You know that.” She mumbles.

Kate puts her hand to Y/N’s thigh, moving her thumb in a circular motion. “I know, it’s not your fault.” Y/N glances at Kate and gives her a small smile. “So, how’s Yelena?” Kate changes the subject, still keeping her hand on Y/N’s thigh.

“She’s still Yelena.”

Kate chuckles, nodding. “How did she take you going out on a date with me.”

“About that.” Y/N cringes, turning to look at Kate. “She doesn’t know.”

“Oh?” Kate’s brows raise. “What did you tell her?”

“That I was going out.”

“And…did she believe you?”

Y/N scoffs. “Of course not.”

“So?”

“So, I told her she’s an untrusting сука and left.” Y/N states as if it’s the most common thing to say. She turns to look at Kate, who is trying to fight off a smile. “What?”

“You’re just so, you.”

Y/N furrows her brows. “Of course I am me, who else would I be?”

“No.” Kate laughs. “I meant it as a good thing, a compliment. I like you.”

“Oh.” Y/N looks down at the hand that Kate is still resting on her thigh. Her hand twitches, almost going to hold Kate’s hand, but she refrains herself from it, unsure how the other girl would react. “Thank you.”

Kate smiles, squeezing her leg and turning to look out the window as the taxi starts slowing down. The car parks in front of Kate’s new improved apartment, that hasn’t been on fire. The brunette archer practically runs out of the taxi so she could be the one to open Y/N’s door for her.

Y/N gives her a weird look, stepping out of the car. “I could’ve opened that myself.”

“I know.” Kate grins. “I just wanted to be a gentlewoman.” She takes Y/N’s hand to her own and starts leading her into her home.

Y/N stays quiet as she follows Kate up the stairs into the fourth floor. She stares at their intertwined hands while Kate unlocks the door with her free hand. She never lets go of her hand, only tightens it at times. It makes her feel warm and fuzzy inside. Safe. She feels like she doesn’t need to look over her shoulder every second. Like she doesn’t have to be a black widow, she gets to be just Y/N. The Y/N she was supposed to be.

“Close your eyes.” Kate lets go of Y/N’s hand to retrieve a box after Y/N closes her eyes. The box thuds as it drops to the table. “Okay, you can open your eyes.”

Y/N opens her eyes and sees a cardboard box full of letters. She gasps. “Are these from Natasha?” Kate nods with a smile on her face. She turns to look at her with tears in her eyes. Without a warning, Y/N slams herself into Kate, wrapping her arms around her neck.

Kate huffs at the impact, but instantly hugs her back tightly, wanting to savor the closeness between them. Although, small physical touches weren’t uncommon, Y/N still wasn’t quite sure of hugging, cuddling, et cetera. And those were things Kate really liked, but she is willing to go slow for Y/N.

“Спасибо, спасибо.” Y/N cries out. Her head is laying on Kate’s shoulder. “Я не знаю, как отблагодарить тебя.”

“I don’t understand.” Kate whispers, not wanting to ruin the moment but still wanting to know what Y/N is saying.

When Y/N pulls away from the embrace, Kate cringes internally. She didn’t want to let go, ever, hugging Y/N was probably the best thing in the world. “I don’t know how to thank you.” Y/N mumbles, glancing at the papers.

“This is more than enough.” She gestures between them. “Spending time with you.” Smiling, she holds her hand on Y/N’s arm, not quite ready to fully let go. “Do you want to read some of them now?”

Y/N nods, sitting down, Kate doing the same. She grabs one of the letters and holds it gently in her hands, going over her name with her thumb. With a deep breath she opens it.

Hi bubs

It’s been a week since it happened and since I’ve heard from you. I kept hope you two hadn’t been taken, but no luck. If I do find out you’re still here and just haven’t contacted me, I’m going to ground you both.

I don’t know what happened with mama Melina and Alexei either, but I’m guessing it’s not good. We’re working on a way to get everyone back day and night, so I’ll see you soon. Maybe we’ll have that family gathering finally when you’re back.

Natasha Romanoff

Y/N folds the letter back into its envelope with shaking hands. Kate watches her as she picks up another letter, desperately wanting to comfort her, but not sure if she should.

Hi hun

It’s been 6 months since it happened. I’ve been having a lot of dreams about you and Yelena. Mostly happy ones, which is good I guess. But they do make me miss you two even more. I really hope you’re safe wherever you are.

I’m sorry for not answr answering your letters earlier. You two moved all the time so I wasn’t sure if you’d get them. I’m sure you understand.

Everyone has started to lose their faith but I’m not giving up yet. I’m getting you back, no matter what. I couldn’t live with myself if I didn’t. Plus you still have to meet Clint and Wanda, I’ve talked to them about you and they’re really excited to meet you. We’ll arrange a dinner or something when everyone gets back.

I love you, tell Yelena I love her too.

I’ll see you soon.

Nat

She reaches for another letter.

3 years. I feel like I failed you. I’m scared I won’t see you again. I’m trying to keep strong, I really am, it’s just so hard. I know I’m supposed to be the strong one, but I don’t know how long I can handle this. I feel so alone. Everyone has started to move on but I can’t. Not without my little sisters.

I hope you can forgive me for not being able to get you back.

I’ll see you s

As Y/N goes to reach for another letter, Kate grabs her hand, stopping her. Her head snaps to her. “Y/N…” Her hand moves slowly to her cheek to wipe away the tears that Y/N didn’t even know were there. With that Y/N bursts out crying. Kate stands up quickly to pull her into a hug, whispering quiet reassurances in her ear while caressing her back.

“She died not knowing if me and Yelena were okay.” Y/N sobs. “She shouldn’t have been the on the die. She didn’t deserve it, she-“ Her breathing hitches.

“She knows, she knows you’re safe.” Kate rests her chin on top of Y/N’s head. “She knows she saved the world. She did it for you and Yelena.”

After a bit more crying, Y/N calms down. “I’m sorry.” She whispers. “For ruining the date.”

“You didn’t ruin it.” Kate cradles her face, wiping away her tears and smiling at Y/N’s beautiful face. “I wanted to get to know you and that includes everything about Natasha.”

Y/N hums with a small smile. Her head leans almost automatically on Kate’s hands. She wasn’t used to physical touch, even with Yelena and Natasha touches were limited. They showed love other ways. Acts of service, keeping each other safe, having drinks together. So, Y/N didn’t even know she craved this.

She stares at Kate’s face, her eyes mapping it up and down as the gears in her head turn around. Her mind is all over the place. Natasha, the letters, Kate, her feelings.

The soft caress on her cheek continues. Y/N moves to hold eye contact, which Kate is already doing. Gently she squishes her cheeks together, puckering her lips. Y/N scrunches at the action and Kate giggles.

“You look so cute.”

Feeling of warmth spreads through Y/N’s cheeks. The flustered look on her face somehow makes Kate even more giddy. She’s happy the assassin lets herself show at least a glimpse of the emotions she is feeling.

Kate finally lets go of her. “Do you want to watch a movie? I’m sure there are some classics you haven’t seen.”

“That’s correct.”

“Great, then I’m going to introduce you to them.” They walk into the loving room, Kate gesturing for Y/N to sit down while she sets up the first movie. “We can watch Harry Potter one and two today and maybe on our second date the next three ones and the rest later.”

“There’s more than five of them?”

“Yes! Isn’t that great.” Kate sits next to Y/N, their thighs touching. She starts the movie with a grin. Y/N grunts but turns her eyes to the screen. “By the way, I don’t know if this is the best timing, but, Clint asked me to tell you that he and Laura would like to have you and Yelena for dinner some day.”

“Why?” Y/N looks at Kate with a frown.

Kate shrugs. “You’re his best friend’s sisters, he wants to get to know you.” Y/N hums, unsure about the invitation. “You know, it’s not any weirder than me going on a date with the person who tried to kill my friend.”

“But I didn’t try to kill you, that’s different. You wouldn’t want to get to know me if I tries to murder me.”

”Well…” Kate shrugs, looking Y/N up and down. If someone that good looking did try to murder her, she could push it aside.

“Should I be worried for you?”

“Of course not.”

“But you ju-“

“Shhh.” Kate shushes, moving her gaze back to the movie. “Harry Potter.”

Y/N wakes up with a gasp. The sudden motion makes Kate flinch. “Hey, are you okay?”

Sitting up from her previous position, which was laying down with her head on her lap, Y/N looks around the apartment. “What happened?”

“You fell asleep during the second movie, I didn’t want to wake you up ‘cause you looked so peaceful.” Kate smiles. She liked having Y/N’s head on her lap. It was comforting to run her fingers through her hair, occasionally scratching her scalp.

”What’s- what’s the time?” Mumbling, Y/N gets her phone out of her back pocket. Her whole body feel warm and sweaty, and kind of disoriented. She feels like she just slept a whole year, but in a good way. “Shit, shit, shit.” She jumps off the couch and hurries to put on her shoes and jacket.

Kate comes running behind her. “What? What? What?” She stares at panicking Y/N. “What’s wrong?”

“Yelena.” Y/N grunts. “I promised her I’d be home before 11pm.” She goes to open the door but stops last minute. “The letters! Can I take them with me?”

“Of course.” Kate jogs to get the box of letter and gives it to Y/N.

“Thank you so much. I’ll text you, yeah?”

“Yeah, see you!” She can barely get the words out before Y/N has already run off the door. Kate sighs, feeling sad Y/N had to leave so suddenly.

While Kate is pouting, Y/N is running as fast as she can to the apartment her and Yelena are staying in, which isn’t too far away from Kate’s new apartment.

After getting inside the apartment complex, Y/N opens their apartment’s door as quietly as possible. “Oh my gosh.” She gasps, slamming her hand against her chest. Yelena is pointing a gun straight to her head. “What is wrong with you? You could’ve shot me.”

“Where were you? You were supposed to come home earlier.” She now notices the box in Y/N’s hands. “What’s in there?” Putting away the gun, she peeks inside.

“The letters Natasha wrote when we were gone.” Y/N’s voice is quiet. She stares at Yelena’s face, trying to read her emotions.

“Where did you get these?”

“From a post office, where Clint left them.”

“How did you know where he left them?”

Y/N rolls her eyes. “He told me when I went to talk to him after the fight.” Before Yelena can open her mouth to ask another question, Y/N answers it. “I went to apologize to him and ask him about Nat.”

“Why? You could talk to me about Natasha.”

“Because he has spent more time with her than the two of us combined.” Yelena huffs and Y/N goes to put the box on the kitchen table. “Besides, since when have you wanted to talk about Nat with me?” She mumbles. Their older sister wasn’t usually the biggest topic between them.

“Of course I want to talk about Nat with you.” Yelena follows Y/N around the apartment as she starts looking for comfier clothes. “You are my little sister. These are things we are supposed to be able to talk about.”

“Well we aren’t, are we?”

Yelena stops walking, frowning as she watches Y/N change her shirt. “What are you talking about?”

“We don’t really talk about emotions, do we? It’s not our thing. It has never been.” Y/N sits down to the couch, sighing in relief at the softness of it. Though the day wasn’t the most physically draining, her emotions have been all over the place. And she’d really just like to turn her mind off for a second and rest.

A text sound comes from Y/N’s phone. She curses inside her head for not putting her phone on silent when she came home. Picking up her phone, she smiles at the alert.

From Kate Bishop:

Yelena didn’t kill you yet?

“Who is texting you at this time?”

“No one.” Y/N groans, flipping her phone screen side down before Yelena can see it. “I’m going to sleep now.”

“Y/N.”

“What?” She turns to look at Yelena with an exaggerated look of annoyance.

“Why are you lying to me?” Y/N opens her mouth to speak, but Yelena’s glare interrupts her. “I know you and I know when you’re lying. So, don’t make any excuses.”

“Is it wrong of me to not want to share every single thing about my life?”

“You’re seeing Kate Bishop.”

Y/N’s eyes widen. “No. What? Why are you saying that.”

“What else would you want to hide, huh? You know I don’t like Kate Bishop staring at you with that, weird, look.” Yelena glances at the box. “Did you get the letters from her? Were you with her all this time?”

“This is the reason I don’t tell you everything!” Y/N throws her hands in the air. “You don’t trust me to make my own decisions.”

“I do trust you, it’s others I don’t trust.”

Puffing out a breath of air, Y/N shakes her head. “I just…” She rubs her face, getting rid of the stinging in her eyes. “I’m confused and I just wish my sister would help me.”

Any trace of annoyance disappears from Yelena’s face when she notices the vulnerable look on Y/N. “Сестра.” She brings Y/N into an embrace. “I’m always here to help you.”

“Sometimes it feels like I’m not a priority in your life, and I know that sounds stupid be-“

“No, it’s not stupid.” Yelena kisses the crown of Y/N’s head. “Do you hear me?” Y/N nods. “Good. Now, I’ll put my disdain to the side, so you can talk to me about anything, okay?”

“I thought you liked Kate, or at least tolerated her.”

“Yeah, when I get to annoy her, not when she’s trying to get it on with my baby sister.” Suddenly Yelena’s face turns into disgust. “You two haven’t done anything together, have you?”

“No! Yelena!”

Yelena raises her hands in mock surrender. “Just wanted to make sure.” She starts pushing Y/N towards the couch. “Talk to me, anything you want. Kate Bishop or Nat. Anything.”

Yelena and Y/N sit next to each other, the latter sighing when her body hits the soft material. She stays quiet for a moment, assessing the situation. She really doesn’t want to talk about Kate with Yelena, knowing she isn’t that knowing in the dating department either.

“Clint wants us to go to dinner with his family.”

“That’s weird.” Yelena furrows her brows. She knows Y/N is just trying to deflect from talking about Kate or Natasha, but she didn’t feel like forcing her to speak about it. “Why?”

Y/N shrugs. “Something about getting to know Natasha’s sisters.” Yelena hums. “Do you think it’s a trap?”

“Maybe, I guess there’s only one way to find out.”

Few weeks go by rather normally. Kate and Y/N continue going to dates and Yelena keeps addressing her dislike towards them going to dates, which is why Kate hasn’t come to meet Yelena yet.

Right now, Yelena and Y/N are waiting at the Barton household’s door, having knocked on it a couple of times. “They’re really slow.” Yelena mumbles, impatiently looking around the yard. “This was a bad idea.”

“You’re the one who decided to go.”

Yelena grumbles, not answering as the door finally opens and reveals tired looking Clint behind it. “Hi, you made it.”

“Unfortunately.” Stepping inside the house, Yelena cringes at all the noise. Y/N walks in behind her, giving Clint a small smile as he closes the door.

“Laura and the kids are in the kitchen.” Clint watches the sisters take of their shoes and coats. “They’re waiting to meet you.”

“Even though we tried to kill you?”

He chuckles. “Yeah. They understood, aunt Nat was important to them too.”

Y/N feels her insides break at the title. Aunt Nat. She’s jealous and sad at the same time. Natasha had so many people who cared about her, but still she decided she wasn’t worth saving. For Y/N Nat was one of the only good people in her life, and still it feels like they weren’t that close. She did have a whole another family besides them.

Shaking her head, Y/N tries to make the thoughts disappear when they reach the kitchen. Laura turns her attention from the pot she was stirring to the guests. She smiles seeing them. Y/N thinks she looks kind.

“Hey!” She glances at the kids, giving them a silent look to behave themselves. “It’s nice to meet you, Yelena and Y/N. I’m Laura and these are Nathaniel, Lila and Cooper.” She introduces her and the kids who wave at them.

“Hello.” Yelena stares at the family while Y/N waves back with a small smile.

“I tried to make some Russian food for you guys.” Laura nods towards the pot. “I know you’re originally from Ukraine Yelena, but I thought Russian food would be something familiar for the both of you.”

Y/N glances at Yelena, before giving Laura a smile. “Thank you.” She mumbles. “It smells good.”

“Could you tell us stories about aunt Nat?” Lila asks, interested in hearing the sisters’ perspective of Natasha and wanting Nathaniel to know more about their aunt.

“I don’t..really remember a lot.” She looks at Yelena for help.

“I suppose I can.” Yelena sighs. “Keep in mind she was an annoying sister.” The kids giggle as they lead Yelena into the living room, Clint following them.

“Would you like to help me with dinner?” Laura tries to ease the nerves in Y/N.

“I don’t really know how to cook.”

“That’s fine.” Laura does a come here motion with her hand, so Y/N walks over to the stove. She stares at the pot and the pan full of familiar food. “You continue stirring this.” Laura gives Y/N the wooden spoon.

”Why are you being kind to us?”

Laura glances at Y/N as she chops some vegetables. “Because we all have our share of bad things we have done, even me and Clint. But you aren’t actually bad people.”

“I wish I could believe that.” Y/N whispers. “I’ve done too much evil to be good.”

“You know,” Laura sets the knife down. “Natasha thought that exact same thing.”

“Yeah?”

“Mhm.” Laura puts the stoves off, the food already cooked. “She didn’t believe she was good enough even after all the work she did with the Avengers. But she was wrong.” She sets her hand on Y/N’s shoulder. “She was good, a hero. And I believe you and Yelena are too. You just got dealt a bad hand.”

“A bad hand?” Y/N stares at her hands. She doesn’t necessarily have bad hands, sure they’ve done a lot of murder, but they’re also very talented at fighting. And she likes fighting.

“It’s a metaphor.” Laura laughs.

Y/N lowers her hands, her face burning. “Oh.” Her phone starts ringing. “Sorry.” She takes it from her pocket to see Kate Bishop calling her. “I’m gonna answer this.”

She goes into an empty room, accepting the call. “Baby!” The pet name awakens the butterflies in her stomach. “How are you doing? Are you already at Clint’s?”

“Yeah, we’re already here.” Y/N smiles at Kate’s voice.

They still haven’t necessarily made anything official. Y/N isn’t sure what they are, she isn’t even completely sure how this all is supposed to work. They haven’t even kissed yet. Kate has desperately wanted to kiss Y/N multiple times, but she doesn’t want to cross any boundaries.

“And I’m good. How are you?”

“I’m great now that I’m talking to you! Me and Lucky took a long walk, which was a lot more boring without you.” Kate sighs. “Even Lucky misses you, he stood on the spot we usually meet at for five minutes without moving.”

Y/N laughs. She likes the dog. “I miss him too, give him a hug from me, please.”

“And nothing for me?” She can practically hear the pout on Kate’s voice.

Humming, Y/N taps her chin, thinking. “I suppose you can get a hug too.”

“Nothing more?”

“Is there something more you want?”

The genuine confusion in her face makes Kate sigh. She doesn’t know how to approach the situation. On the other hand she loves it, being the one to help her. At the same time she’d like to do so many things to her, but she isn’t sure if she should.

“I don’t know.” Kate grins. “Are you offering anything else?”

“Maybe.” Y/N smirks. Laura yells everyone to dinner from the kitchen. “I have to go, I’ll talk to you later.”

“Okay, bye baby.”

“Bye! I love you.” Y/N ends the call, freezing instantly. Her breath hitches as she realizes what she just did. She said she loves her. “No, no, no.” Mumbling, she stands up and starts to pace around the room.

“Сестра!” Yelena comes inside the room. “Come on, food is ready and I’m hungry.”

“I can’t.”

”Why not? What are you talking about?” Y/N’s phone rings again but she declines the call. “Did Kate Bishop say something to you?”

“No!” Y/N groans, lightly ripping her hair.

”Wow, hey, what’s wrong?”

“I told her I loved her!” Y/N slumps down to the bed, hiding her face behind her hands after declining another call coming from Kate Bishop.

“Okay.” Yelena sits next to Y/N. “Do you not love her or what’s the problem? Did she not say it back? I swear to god I’ll kill her.”

“I do love her, maybe, I think so. I don’t know.” Y/N starts shaking her head. “I said it too soon. The internet said you should wait at least three months.”

“And you listen to the internet?”

“Who else?” Y/N turns to look at Yelena. “It’s not like you know anything about dating and Natasha is gone.”

“Okay, I’ll get Laura.”

“No do-“ But before the words are fully out of Y/N’s mouth, Yelena is already out the door. She groans and turns her phone upside down so she wouldn’t see Kate Bishop flashing on her screen all the time.

“What’s the problem?” Laura steps inside the room with Yelena.

“There’s no problem.”

Yelena rolls her eyes, smacking the back of Y/N’s head. “You wanted help, don’t back out now.”

Sighing, Y/N glances at the phone. “I told Kate I love her too early.” She whispers.

Laura sits next to Y/N, setting one of her hands to her knee to get her to look at her. “There’s no right time to tell someone you love them. If it felt natural to you that’s the most important part.”

“But what if she leaves me now?” Her voice cracks as she stares at Laura.

“Then I would kill her.” Yelena comments. “She is not getting away with hurting my sister.”

“I’m positive she isn’t leaving you, okay? You just need to talk to her.”

“I don’t want to. Not yet.”

Nodding, Laura pulls Y/N up. “You can do it after eating.”

After eating and two hours of surprisingly nice talking later, Yelena and Y/N are walking up the stairs to their apartment. The latter decided to mute her phone and ignore it for the rest of the day, wanting to think about the situation before talking to Kate again. Which probably wasn’t the best decision.

“Kate?”

“Oh thank god, you’re okay.” Kate runs to Y/N to hug her. “I was so worried something happened to you when you didn’t answer your phone.”

“So you decided to find out where we live?” Yelena comments from the side, a disgusted look on her face as she stares how close the two are.

“Uhh, yeah.” Kate laughs quietly. “I did.” She turns back to Y/N. “Can we talk?”

“Yeah, yeah of course.” She stares at Yelena as they all stand in the hallway. “Are you going to open the door?” Yelena groans and mumbles how much she doesn’t like them together to herself while unlocking the door.

“Did you have fun at Clint’s?”

“Yeah.” Y/N gives Kate a small smile. “Lets go to my room.”

“You aren’t allowed to close the door!”

Groaning, Y/N leads Kate to her room and slams it close, ignoring Yelena’s yells. They stand in her room in silence. “So…” Y/N starts, clearing her throat. “I- I’m really sorry about what I-“ She moves her hands around. “And I get if you want to end this.”

“What?” Kate steps closer. She grabs Y/N’s chin to move her gaze up. “Why are you saying that? I don’t want to end things with you.”

“But I said it too soon.”

“I don’t care.” She smiles. “I love you too.” Before Y/N can answer, Kate pulls her closer and presses her lips against hers.

Y/N hums at the sudden contact, wrapping her arms around Kate’s neck. She melts when Kate’s hands go down to her waist. Starting to move backwards, Kate sits down to the bed, bringing Y/N down with her. The assassin sits on Kate’s lap while continuing their making out.

“I have,” Kate brings her lips back to hers. “Been waiting for this,” She moves down to her neck. “A long time.” Y/N giggles, her fingers going to Kate’s hair.

“Ew, ew, gross, get off!” Yelena’s sudden voice comes from the door. “This is why I told you to keep the door open.”

Y/N jumps off of Kate. “Yelena! Get out!”

“No.” She glares at Kate, who is nervously standing next to Y/N. “Now that you two are apparently okay, I’m going to have a little talk with you.” Y/N groans again. “You.” She points at Kate. “If you do anything to hurt her I will kill you, do you hear me?”

“Yes. I won’t hurt her.” Kate says quietly, very scared by the murderous look on Yelena’s face. She doesn’t think for one moment that she wouldn’t kill her if she wanted to.

“You better not.” Yelena gives her on last glare. “Door open.”

“You aren’t my mom!” Y/N yells after her.

“I guess I’ll have to call mama Melina then.” Yelena walks off to the living room.

“She won’t tell mama Melina, don’t worry.” Y/N turns to look at Kate with a smile.

“I- I don’t know who mama Melina is.”

“Oh.” She frowns. “Let’s keep it that way.”

“Is she that bad?”

“Mama Melina isn’t bad, she’s just…mama Melina. Very motherly. I think, I’m not sure what mother’s are normally like.” Y/N grabs Kate’s hand to be close to her. “Think mother but also assassin.”

“Okay… So, not meeting the parents just yet.”

Y/N giggles and shakes her head lightly before kissing Kate again. Now that she has done it once, she can’t stop. It’s an addicting feeling to have their lips against each others.

And Kate certainly isn’t complaining.

[wolferine]

Free Hugs

Natasha Romanoff x Reader

Summary: The reader takes Natasha on a date to a place she doesn’t expect.

Warnings: Nothing but fluff!

Word count: 1240

Tags: @yeetus-thyself @phoenixofash @yeeterthekeeper @alessiapn @diaryoflife @norwaynatasharomanoff

“Hey, stop looking at the street signs. You can’t know where we’re going!” you whine, trying to speed through the intersections so Natasha can’t read the signs.

“I know this entire city like the back of my hand. I’m gonna know where we are, regardless if I can read the signs or not,” Natasha says.

“I want it to be a surprise!”

“Fine. I’ll just look at my lap until we get there.”

It was your one-year anniversary and you had spent weeks planning out the special date. First, you were taking Natasha out for a day trip, then a fancy dinner, and back to your apartment for some fun in the bedroom. You hope your itinerary doesn’t disappoint.

However, it doesn’t exactly start off on a good note when you pull into the parking lot and Natasha sees the sign above the entrance.

“The zoo? You’re taking me to the zoo?” she gasps.

“I thought you loved animals!” you say, although your heart drops.

“Well, yeah, I do, but…” Natasha had pictured you taking her somewhere a little more romantic—like an art museum, the park for a picnic, maybe even an ice-skating rink. Then again, she’s dating you, and while she adores you with all her heart, sometimes she doesn’t know what to expect with you and it makes her anxious.

“It’ll be fun, babe. I promise,” you recover. You’re determined this will be your best date yet.

After you buy tickets, you grab a map and let Natasha pick which animals she wants to see first. You start with the aviary, where a hawk that looks remarkably like Clint Barton perches on a tree, knife-sharp talons curled around a branch.

You move onto your favorite—the carnivores. You practically shove small children out of the way in your excitement to reach the glass windows, posing next to a lion with a tangled red mane that reminds you of Natasha in the morning, and a white tiger with paws the size of dinner plates. You’ve always had a soft spot for animals and seeing them up close reminds you of how majestic and terrifying nature is.

Natasha slowly opens up to spending the day at the zoo with you, more amused by how much fun you’re clearly having. Your happiness makes her happy, and reminds her of how lucky she is to have you.

You stop for a break near the penguin exhibit, watching as a zookeeper comes out to feed them fresh fish from a bucket. The penguins leap out of the water, waddling onto the rocks to receive their treats.

“Hey, that penguin kind of walks like you after I—” you start.

“There are children here!” Natasha hisses, slapping your shoulder lightly. You laugh and wrap an arm around her, pulling her closer so you can kiss her head.

“Maybe I’ll have you walking like that after tonight, too,” you whisper in her ear.

Her face reddens and she buries it in your shoulder.

“You’re awful,” she mumbles.

“But you still love me.” You smile and kiss her again.

The last stop you make is the petting zoo. Natasha is hesitant to join you in the pen, but you take her hand and guide her in.

“You can’t tell me that Black Widow is afraid of goats,” you tease.

“I’m not afraid!” she protests, but her heart is hammering. Having had a bad experience with a goat when she was younger, she had purposely avoided them ever since. So, when a large white goat with curled horns approaches you two, she can’t stop herself from ducking behind you while you roar with laughter.

“Come on, babe! There’s nothing to be scared of,” you assure.

“Nope, nope, nope,” she says, clutching onto your arm for her life. 

“Look how friendly it is! It just wants to be pet.” After you stroke the white goat on the head, mindful of its horns, it trots away, satisfied. Suddenly, a tiny black baby goat runs up to you and butts your leg with its head.

“Aw, look at this little cutie!” you say, bending down to pet its back.

An employee walks up to you. “She wants you to pick her up and give her a hug,” he says.

“Can I really?” You don’t wait to be told twice, scooping up the black baby goat and cuddling her against your chest. She bleats happily, her fur soft and warm against your bare skin. You stand and face Natasha. “Hey, babe, do you want to hold her—”

“No, thank you.” Natasha answers you a little too quickly. She keeps one hand on your lower back, her fingers twisting in your T-shirt as if she’s afraid of losing you to a baby goat.

A second baby goat paws at your leg.

“Oh, another one! I think it wants a hug, too!” You set the black baby goat down and pick up a speckled white-and-brown one, squeezing it against your chest gently. You rest your chin on top of its head and it bleats in response.

Suddenly, you find yourself surrounded by a swarm of baby goats, all of them fighting for your attention to be hugged.

“You must give good hugs,” the employee says with a laugh.

“I’ve been told,” you say, glancing at Natasha. She’s biting her lip as she looks at you with what you immediately recognize as her bedroom eyes. “If you want a hug too, you’ll have to get in line like everyone else,” you tease.

Natasha shakes her head, but really she’s embarrassed by how tempted she is to get in line—with a bunch of baby goats—for a hug from her own partner.

A brown baby goat stands on its hind legs, resting its hooves against your kneecap. You pick it up, wrapping your arms around it in a brief hug. The baby goat rubs its cheek against yours and you laugh at the coarse texture of its fur. You see the black baby goat—the same one you gave the first hug to—back in the crowd, waiting for another turn.

“This is the greatest day of my life,” you sigh, putting down the brown baby goat. You’ve never received so much attention in your life; you feel like royalty among the baby goats. You’re fully prepared to spend the rest of your day here it if means giving out hugs until all of them are satisfied.

Natasha can’t believe how jealous she is of a bunch of baby goats. She also can’t believe how attractive you look, even surrounded by the offspring of her worst enemy. People always said animals were a good judge of character; if that were even the slightest bit true, she knew she was dating an angel in human form.

You look so relaxed and happy, giggling when one baby goat licks your ear. The way your arms flex when you pick up a baby goat is enough to make her mouth water and she wishes she could take their place instead.

“Are you sure you don’t want to give out some hugs?” you ask Natasha, and she laughs.

“No, you’re doing a great job, babe.”

“Okay!” You pick up a gray baby goat and when you hug it, it lays its head on your shoulder and closes its eyes. Natasha swoons on the spot.

“I just knew you would be good with kids,” she mumbles under her breath.

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AN: I really want to hug a baby goat now. :( Please watch this video, which was the inspiration for this piece. You will not be disappointed.

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[widow-maximov]

can you do a one shot where we’re with wanda and nat but thor brings valkyrie down to the compound for the first time and we get super flustered and stuttery whenever she talks and flirts with us because cmon we all know valkyrie is a big flirt😩😩🤲🏼 then having wanda and nat are amused but also jealous by our little crush on valkyrie

New Crush?

Pairing: Natasha x Wanda x Reader

Warning: Language, fluff, angst :3

Summary: What happens if you develop a crush on someone else than your girlfriends; Wanda and Natasha.

Word count: 3.7k

My requests are always open so feel more than welcome to pop in a suggestion for the next story :3

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Having queer teammates will never be enough, you were first open queer person on the team which was something everyone liked about you, though you were open about your sexuality, you were pretty shit at flirting and that was pretty obvious.

Before Wanda and Natasha, you tried your luck at flirting with women as practice but it failed so horribly when you received a hard slap across your face and then you owned Bucky 20 bucks.

So when you said you sucked, you really sucked. You were beyond happy that the two redheads asked you out first because you would be still single if it was up to you to make a move.

The two women were very possessive over you in the teams eyes, you didn't really mind because you knew the reason behind it, but most of the team was a little worried about you and them.

Whenever there was a party that Tony organised, there were a lot of 'threats', well that was only according to Wanda and Natasha, they disliked how everyone practically drooled over you.

Natasha would be the one who would threaten any man or woman approaching you and Wanda would use her powers to 'gently' move away anyone who gotten too close to you.

The only reason they really became this protective was because of your fear of saying no, there was always something in you that just wanted to say yes to everyone when in reality you wanted to say no.

If someone offered you a drink, you said yes to which you nearly got drugged and god knows what would've happened if Steve didn't save you.

So when you became really close with Wanda and Natasha, you opened up to them and they decided that they will now keep an eye out for you at parties and people around you.

Of course the team didn't know anything about this because you were pretty ashamed of this fear, you didn't want to get laughed at, even if Natasha threatened to punch anyone who would, to which she earned a giggle from you.

You really loved these two women but you were a human being, meaning you might have a crush on other people, to which the two girls were not happy with.

The team was pretty shocked by how they reacted because usually they would be throwing threats left and right at anyone but when Thor brought down Valkyrie they just stared from afar as they observed with death stares..

This had the team very curious to their behaviour so whenever you was around Valkyrie they just observed you and the two women. There was this time where the team almost died of shock...

There was an urgent meeting in the early morning whilst you wanted to sleep, you were forced to get out of the bed to attend this meeting, you were informed by F.R.I.D.A.Y. 5 times already that the meeting is going to start soon.

But the urge to get out of bed was really little, since there was no sign of you anywhere, the redheads where sent to get you before you missed any important information.

Wanda used her powers to unlock your door whilst Natasha barged inside with a sly smile across her lips. She plopped herself on you as you groaned at the extra weight on you.

"Sleepp!" Your raspy voice made itself out of your throat as you sounded like you were a zombie.

Wanda did the opposite of Natasha, she laid next to you as she moved your hair out of your face and just smiled at your relaxed face "You have to get up my love"

You opened one eye to look at her and smiled at the nickname "Say it again"

"Say what again" She repeated herself, she knew what she was doing, she just wanted to keep you awake.

"My love" Even if you were half asleep, the blush across your face was visible.

"My love.." Wanda said it with so much love in her voice which made your heart skip a beat.

"Hello! I am here as well don't forget about me" Natasha made herself known.

You looked at her "Oh I know, I wouldn't forget the weight of a whale on me"

She raised her brows at you, as her mouth opened wide taking offence to your words whilst Wanda giggled "When did you pick up this attitude котенок (kitten)"

"From spending too much time with you" Wanda added as she looked at Natasha with a huge smile.

The redhead rolled her eyes at the both of you as she leaned down to your ear "Call me a whale again and you'll see the punishment that comes with"

You nodded quickly to which she smirked and got off you "If you're not down in 10 minutes and we have to come back again, I wont be so nice котенок (kitten)"

Wanda quickly placed a soft kiss on your cheek and giggled out of the room along with Natasha, leaving you alone again, you really wanted to go back to sleep but you didn't want the Russian to literally drag you out.

You got out and got ready as quick as you could, making your way out of the room and where the meeting was being held, you ended up quick far away from your girlfriends than you would like to but you could only blame yourself for not getting up earlier.

Everyone looks your way which makes you panic a little so you turn around and there was Thor with some girl, she was gorgeous from head to toe, and she noticed you as well.

They both made their way towards the group to which she stood next to you, Thor started his speech to which you tried to listen to but she spoke up.

"What's your name sweetheart" She slightly turned her face to look at you.

A blush was already there on your face when you looked into her eyes "Uh.. Y-y/n"

There was a slight smirk across her face, as she looked away a little and then back at you "Nice to meet you Y/n, I'm Valkyrie but you can call me Val"

You smiled shyly at her and looked at the floor briefly as you nodded, she spoke up again when you didn't reply "Are you doing anything after this?"

You shook your head, your eyes finding hers within seconds, she smiled widely "Could you maybe give me a proper tour?"

It took a second to realise what she just asked, you didn't even think about looking over at your girlfriends, you just nodded "S-sure I wouldn't mind"

Valkyrie bit her bottom lip "Well Thank you princess"

You giggled very awkwardly which didn't go unnoticed by the whole team or the two redheads "Heh- You don't have to thank me"

Valkyrie reached over to your hand as she grabbed it gently and placed a light kiss on your hand "None sense, pretty women like you deserve the world"

Your checks turning a more red colour as you watch her kiss your head, it felt like your brain stopped working and you just nodded at her because words will betray you if you speak.

Steve ended the meeting soon after and before Natasha or Wanda could make their way to you, you were being dragged away by Valkyrie.

Suddenly all of the teams heads turned towards the two redheads as if to expect a reaction, they looked at each other and then back at the team.

Natasha narrowed her eyes "What?"

They all shrugged and mumbled stuff under their noses, slowly scattering all over the place to avoid the black widows stare, shocking each and every one of them to core with their lack of reaction.

This has happened a lot, Valkyrie being all over you and you being okay with it, after that first day, many followed and you were practically all the time busy with her.

She took most of your time which Wanda didn't like, Natasha was more amused by your sudden confidence, usually you would be a mess when it came to choices.

But when you were with her you tried your best to show off as confident which failed so badly, you were a mess around her which only annoyed Wanda more.

She wanted to confront you about it but Natasha kept discouraging her, she trusted you but Wanda started to question it at some point in this whole situation.

"Natasha we can't just stand by and watch as she slowly takes our Y/n away!" Wanda paced around the room.

Natasha was on her phone during Wanda rant, she has been through this with her many times but with each issue raised by Wanda, she slowly started to believe her.

"Mhm" Natasha agreed, not paying attention to what Wanda was saying.

"Would you listen to me!" She raised her voice and soon Natasha's phone went flying across the room.

"Hey! I was reading something" Natasha stood up from the bed as she walked over to Wanda.

"I am talking to you Nat, it's really important" Wanda's voice turned soft as Natasha walked closer.

"I was listening, I understand what you're feeling but you shouldn't question Y/n's trust, you know Y/n would never do something like that" Natasha crossed her arms as she started to explain.

Wanda nodded "I know and I'm not questioning her trust, I just don't like how she talks all about Valkyrie, it's like we are her friends rather than girlfriends"

The Russian looked down for a brief moment and Wanda continued "She doesn't swoon over us anymore, she gets all flustered and all nervous like she was with us at first but now it's nothing"

Natasha shook her head "Okay, that's not true"

"But it is, I haven't seen it at all lately" Now Wanda crossed her arms.

"I'm sure it's not true" Now Natasha tried to sound convincing but something in her was saying that Wanda was right.

"Then prove me wrong" Wanda raised her eyebrow at Natasha "Please..." there was a hint of pain in the plead that came from Wanda.

"Okay, I will show you she still is ours Wands" Natasha had a sad smile across her lips as she pulled Wanda into her.

She kissed the top of Wanda's head as she rubbed her hand down the smaller redheads back, to which you witnessed as you walked inside the room.

Your heart nearly burst at the sight of them being so cute, you wanted to join them but Val was waiting for you along with some teammates, you guys were watching a movie.

"Aww, if we weren't a couple, I would totally ship the two of you together" You spoke up as you stared at them with love in your eyes.

Their heads snapped towards your voice, they pulled away to which you spoke up again "Aww noo, I didn't want to disturb yous"

"You never disturb us котенок (kitten)" Natasha voice made itself known rather quickly, the butterflies in your stomach always been there just by looking at the two women so imagine what their voices did to you.

You nodded with a smile at them as you walked over to take your favourite pillow when you watched movies, Wanda's eyes followed you as she asked "What is it that you are doing my love?"

You looked up at her with a small smile "Me and some of the team are watching a movie so I wanted to get my pillow.."

Wanda nodded "You didn't invite us..?"

Here came the tension, whenever Wanda didn't like something and made her jealousy known, you would always just ignore her for the rest of the day, she always treated you like you weren't allowed to hang out with her around.

You knew it was only because she was scared that if she wasn't there and something happened to you she would blame herself but you had protection, not only the team but Valkyrie.

"Well, I wasn't sure whether yous wanted to, Val will be there and I know that you don't exactly like her, for whatever reason that is" You stood up with your pillow in hand.

"I have a perfect reason Y/n!" Wanda slightly raised her voice.

Natasha sighed "Okay, come on we don't need to fight about this.."

"I'm not fighting, I just don't understand why Val is hated so much by Wanda" You looked at Natasha as you spoke up.

The Sokovian huffed in irritation "She is all over you моя любовь (My love) and you're not doing anything about it. You spend more time with her than us combined"

You rolled your eyes, not really thinking through what she was saying "When you stop being jealous then we can have this conversation Wanda"

"I have enough of this" Wanda threw her hands in the air.

You rolled your eyes again as you walked of the room, this time not saying anything and walked on to the living room where everyone was waiting for you.

The whole movie you couldn't really concentrate, your mind was filled with Wanda and how this whole disagreement went, you love her so much and you would be damned if you lost her but she didn't have to be so rude to you.

But at the same time you weren't the best either, you were just as bitter as she was, you wanted to fix this but maybe not tonight, she needs to calm down and you just wanted to think before going into this conversation.

Valkyrie noticed your absent from the movie, she kept looking over at you, and as soon as the movie finished, you stood up as you made your way to the kitchen to grab something to eat.

Natasha followed you into the kitchen as she smirked, Wanda wasn't far from the kitchen to see how this would play out, she was standing with Vision, Bucky and Steve.

There was always something about Natasha that just screamed top energy but when she really wanted to she was the most softest person you could meet.

She slowly made her way towards you with a small smile across her lips as she hugged you gently from behind, placing her hands where you always relaxed into her "I hate it when you're sad детка (baby)"

You leaned into her hug with your back against her front "I'm more disappointed than sad Talia"

She placed a soft kiss on your neck as she spoke again "have I told you, you're the most beautiful woman alive?"

You chuckled slightly as you nodded "Yeah you did but you always said that to Wanda many times"

Natasha smiled against your neck "Well because the two of you rock my world"

Natasha's compliments always had you stuttering and flustered but with time you have gotten used to those love filled compliments even if they still make your heart skip a beat.

"How about we take a wine bottle up to the roof and just talk about everything?" Natasha spoke when silence slowly settled.

You moved out of the hug as you faced her, with a sad smile "Not tonight"

You placed a gentle kiss on her cheek as you walked out with a tin of cookies, you looked up at Wanda who looked like she was ready to approach you but you just continued on.

Valkyrie observed the scene that unfolded and as soon as you walked away, she followed you. Wanda didn't want to cause more trouble than it already has happened so she let Valkyrie follow you even if she wanted to literally lock her in some closet.

You sat on the roof with your cookies and some drink that you managed to grab from the party room, you looked out into the city and how each of the lights made it look so much prettier.

Valkyrie observed you for some time before making her way to sit next to you "Pretty women like you should never be left alone"

You looked up at Val as you smiled at her words, you were debating if opening your mouth was a good idea so instead she spoke up again "So tell me pretty woman what's bothering you"

You looked away from her because if you were going to speak up, you didn't want to stutter "I had a fight with Wanda.."

Val nodded "Your other girlfriend?"

You nodded as you continued "Her jealousy is really tiring"

"How so" She asked as she turned her whole body towards you.

"Her constant doubt makes me go crazy, I just really want her to trust me and my choices in life, she's not even acting like a girlfriend but a mother or some shit" You explained as you looked down at your hands.

Valkyrie moved closer to you as her fingers found your chin, making you look at her "Y/n you deserve someone who will never doubt their love for you, it makes my heart break just seeing you so sad"

You swallowed hardly as you stared into her eyes, even if you told Valkyrie many times that you were taken, she still tried her best to make you fall for her, it would work if you weren't so in love with the two dorky redheads.

"She doesn't doubt in the love between us-" You tried to speak up but Val only put her finger on your lips to shush you.

"I would never spend a second in my life doubting my love for you, you are the most smartest, funniest and nerdy woman I have ever met and I wish you would look at me the same way you look at them"

You started to feel the blush appear on your face, you smiled at her "I don't doubt but they have my heart Val, I have already told you that"

She dropped her hand from your chin as she nodded "I know, You will always have my heart Y/n if that's something you would want"

You smiled at her being so understanding and gentle with this "You're an amazing friend Val and I'm sure that one day you'll find someone who will want you right away instead of making you wait for something that might not happen"

She smiled at your words as she placed her hand on top of yours "You should talk to her before things get worse and you lose her forever"

"I will but at the moment I want to finish my drink and sit here for couple more hours before going back to that issue"

She nodded as she was ready to get up but you stopped her "W-would you stay with me for now? I don't want to be alone"

She nodded with no hesitation as she let you place your head on her shoulder, as the both of you looked out into the city, admiring the view and enjoying this quiet moment.

After couple hours, you finally had enough energy and courage to speak to Wanda, you walked inside the shared room where Natasha was laying down with her laptop on her lap and Wanda with a book.

You sighed as you cleared your throat, making yourself known to the two redheads, they both looked up at you at the same time, you walked over to Wanda's side as you sat on the edge.

Even though you smelt like cookies and some alcohol, you felt like you had enough courage to finally speak out "Can we talk?"

Wanda stared at you for a moment "You're drunk"

You shook your head "No, I just had one glass but I want to talk because I don't want to go bed with this issue unsolved"

Wanda wanted to refuse but Natasha agreed for her, especially since she knew there wouldn't be another opportunity to solve this "Yes we can talk and solve this"

"You were right Wands, I don't spend time with yous anymore and I hate myself for leaving yous behind like that"

Wanda looked at you as you spoke "That's not the issue here Y/n/n, you can have friends and spend crazy amounts of time with them but at least be honest with us"

You looked at her confused "Honest about what?"

"That you no longer love us, we at least deserve this" She looked into your eyes with pain.

You shook your head as you took her hand into yours "I never stopped loving yous"

Natasha smiled at your words as she knew she was right, Wanda questioned once again "So why is she all over you Y/n/n?"

"She knows yous have my heart and every second of my attention, I could never fall for anyone else apart from yous, she likes me but I don't feel anything towards her"

Natasha raised her brows "So she doesn't take hint? Do you want me to tell her something so she can back off?"

You giggled at her "No baby, I can manage with her you don't need to threat anyone"

"I'm sorry my love, I never doubted in you but I was just scared that I would lose you, you and the redhead over here are my whole world I'm really sorry for how I behaved" Wanda's grip on your hand tightened.

You smiled as Natasha frowned "What do you mean redhead over here? For you I am Солнечный свет (sunshine)"

You and Wanda looked over at Natasha as you giggled at her being offended, Wanda nodded as she placed a light kiss on Nats cheek to which she smiled proudly.

You stared at them with so much love in your eyes "I am completely in love with the pair of you"

It has taken back the redheads as now they tried to form words, their butterflies being so strong that now you giggled "Now yous have the nervous, this is a first"

Natasha chuckled "we are in love with you just as much Y/n/n"

You smiled as you squeezed yourself in between the two girls as they showered you in kisses, for the first time in a while, you felt like life was getting better within seconds and finally being able to feel like you are on top of the world with the two most important women.

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[writing-in-lesbian]

Haunting my Dream(s)

Synopsis: You met Natasha when she was living in Ohio. She was your best friend (maybe more) and you were hers. Everything was perfect until one day she disappeared from your life, breaking both of your hearts in the process. That night was when the dreams started. 24 years later and you can't get her out of your life. Maybe it's time you actually pay attention to your dreams. Pairing: Natasha Romanoff / Female reader. Tags: angst Disclaimer: I don’t own Black Widow or anything Marvel related. Word Count: 4.3K

I have always liked rainy days. For as long as I can remember, these types of days have held an attraction for me, it’s as if the cold and the gray clouds called me and asked me to listen to their stories. Most of the time they came to me consciously and lucidly in the daytime world.

To say those cold gray days did not put me in a nostalgic and longing feeling would be a lie. Longing for her, for the past, for the thousands of questions that remained unanswered, the hidden truths buried in the depths of my mind and my being.

Sometimes those days were torturous, reminding me of what I lost, a person that my mind tried to lock in that place where painful memories end. That comfort that usually came with the witnesses of the rain, like the smell of the grass and the wet earth, from time to time becoming my own prison, trapping me in a labyrinth of memories suppressed and assumptions.

Despite that, the rain called me like a jealous lover to the dreamlands, where I would know undoubtedly, from time to time, she would be there, patiently waiting for me.

I had never allowed myself to speak consciously about her until today, 24 years after the dreams began.

For years I did not question the meaning of it, I sought consolation thinking that it was just a feeling of longing for my "Best Friend", that feeling you have when you think you lost something good without explanation.

Or maybe it had an explanation. I don’t know.

The first time I dreamed it, it caught me off guard. Over the years, that dream became recurring and at some point, a refuge.

The set up and places always changed. A hotel, a restaurant, a shopping center, a beach, the cabin in the mountains, our old school, a clubroom, a field, her backyard ... and so I could go on with the list.

Physically she does not look like the person I remembered. It was someone else face, her skin was different and her eyes weren't the shade of green I remembered, but it was her. I know it was her, her essence is unique.

Sometimes she is taller than me. Other times (most of them) she is slightly shorter than I am. We are normally the same height.

It always happens the same way:

I find myself talking with a group of people, friends who correspond to the moment in my life in which I find myself. Friends and acquaintances, teachers and family, love interests that only appeared once and faded from my attention after she arrived. In hindsight I think that must have been my second biggest sign.

I am always in the middle of a conversation on any topic that, in the same way, resembles the point in my life where I found myself, such as high school, the next exam, the final presentation, the thesis, my recruitment, the mission. A good time, good company, but the weather is always cloudy, sometimes with a few small drops, most of the time with torrential rain.

Suddenly, my eyes and attention are diverted to someone who is approaching the group of people I am with.

"Natasha"

Her name resounds between the drops hitting the glass and the thunder that echoes in the distance. It’s like a whisper that should be imperceptible but in my mind it’s the only clear thing that I heard. Strong enough to silence the sounds of people around me and escapes my lips like a forbidden breath.

"Natasha"

I had not dared to pronounce it since our separation, a little over 12 months ago... But you should not take it for sure. There are things that my mind had blocked and was trying to avoid, so I may be wrong with the time.

She walks to us and greet us like it's a common thing. She greets everyone with a kiss on the cheek and a short hug.

She never greets me first.

When she stands in front of me, time stops for a few seconds and suddenly my arms are on her back in a hug that makes me feel that time has not passed, as if we had stopped seeing each other for a few minutes and nothing more.

Her hands draw me to her and squeeze me tightly, I feel mine bringing her closer as well , trying to communicate things that I don't know how to express. Trying to make her feel what my 12-year-old self never knew how to express.

But it’s not necessary, in the dream only hours have passed and not a few months (or years).

I distance myself from her and look at her face that reflects my smile. That face unknown to me but that my heart knows is her. I would recognize her in any dream.

Her hand seeks my hand (or is it mine that seeks hers first?) And intertwines our fingers in endless thoughts. My logic knows things that my self does not and, on this earth, I am not allowed to know yet.

With her by my side, the conversation continues as if there hasn't been any kind of interruption. The people around me do not act strangely, even those who cannot theoretically know her do not treat her differently. That we are holding hands does not cause a blink-of an eye from no one.

At one point (or is it hours later? I don't know, the time here behaves differently) I turn to look at her. I know there are a thousand things I want to say, my mind tries to sort the train of thoughts that I would like to follow but it is impossible.

"Can we talk?"

"We need to talk"

A laugh leaves my lips hearing us say it at the same time. I don't know if we were always in perfect sync or it’s something of this context.

"Alone" I hear myself say, referring to the fact that, although we have been talking for hours (o  minutes) with the group of people we are, this talk is important and should only be between us two.

She doesn't say anything.

She never does.

She just takes my hand, says goodbye to the others making signs that we have to go. No one ever questions her, not me. They just accept it and we say goodbye as if we were going to see each other tomorrow.

We turn around and walk a couple of steps before I let go of her hand by shoving my hands into my pockets. She just laughs and keeps hers in her coat. The cold is less intense when we walk.

Every now and then my hips thrust into hers as she smiles at me. Hearing her laugh provokes things in me.

"Can we order something?"

"Of course"

I never know the destination, I think that it adapts to the scenario that my mind decided to put on this occasion. Sometimes it’s inside a classroom, other times it’s a bench surrounded by bushes, most of the times is a table in a restaurant, the furthest from everything. But there are always many people and doors to pass before we get there.

When we arrive, we sat down. I feel her gaze on me. The one that she gave me several times, that look that doesn’t express anything but I know that it held many questions, the one that observes me as if trying to guess my next movement or thoughts, as if she wanted to decipher each and every one of my deepest thoughts.

Or so I usually think.

"Let's talk"

"Do you know what we need to talk about?"

"Yes" my voice is confident, without hesitation I try to say it. "About us"

"What about us?"

"You know" you've known all this time. Probably even before me.

"And you too"

Her eyes drift to my lips, her gaze posing for a few seconds before meeting my eyes again. Unconsciously (or maybe it's the most conscious thing I do on this earth) I lick my lips and her eyes follow my movements again.

"Okay, let's talk then"

"Y/N, see you in a minute" ... ... ...

An alarm sounds and ...

Sometimes the chirp of the birds is the first thing I hear, other days it’s the same rain that, as a jealous lover, tears me away from those lands and brings me back to reality. This reality where I know that she is not with me, that we have not spoken in months (or years) and leaves me with this feeling of wanting to know about her.

For 24 years I had the same dream.

For 24 years I never paid attention to that need or that desire to want to know about her, which intensified as time passed. Sometimes months passed before dreaming of her again. Generally it was once a year.

For a long time, I convinced myself that I was not ready to see her, I was not ready to conclude that talk that the land of dreams denied me, always expelling me the moment she pronounces my name and tells me she’ll see me in a minute.

And now...

Now I am here, trying to finish a dream that started and has stayed with me for approximately 8760 days. Right now I'm a phone call away from asking her so many things, but I know it can't be like that yet.

When I looked for her after the last dream, it was because I woke up with a need like I had never felt before. It was not enough get used to the idea that you could be okay, it was not enough the few times I met you in the real world and turned around. It was not enough that time that by chance I found your file in Maria's files and went in to read it just to know that you were okay, and lose it days later. I imagine Hill figured it out.

After this dream and everything that happened with Thanos and the world, I knew that I had to stop being a coward. I looked for you for several days, they say that if you don’t want to be found, you’ll never be found. I tried various sides and people, but I always ran into walls. At some point I thought you were one of the people we lost when the snap happened, but your name was never on those lists. Just when I thought that again it was not written in my destiny to meet you again (and thinking"OK universe, if I should not find her I will understand") ... I found you.

It took me a couple of days to form a message. For a few hours just looking at your file and the number calmed me down, but something inside me demanded more, asked for more. Someone asked me if I was ready to write to you and I always replied that I didn't know. But my soul screamed to write to you, to initiate a contact and, although it took me 3 hours to write those few lines, at the end of the day I did.

"Hey Natasha, I'm Y/N, maybe this message surprises you a bit, but I don't know if it's something crazy or not (it could be), the point is that I've been dreaming about you (for several years now to be honest, always the same dream, never changes). And to be honest I had always left it alone, however, I dreamed of you last week and I woke up with this very strong urge to look for you, stronger after the decimation. Somewhat difficult if I'm honest, you really know how to hide very well Tasha, but finally something pointed me in the right direction and here I am. Anyway. I do not know if you will read this message or even if I will have an answer, I just wanted to know if you were okay, I sincerely hope you are. Y/N "

I convinced myself that was enough. I convinced my mind not to expect anything, that the message was what I needed to calm my soul, that it didn't matter if you didn't see it or even didn't respond to it. Deep, deep inside, I knew I wanted an answer from you. Which one? I don't know, just that I wanted or needed you to answer.

Although the dream was consistent for 24 years, the last two times that I dreamed it, after I wrote to you, dreamland presented me with two more versions, two new “options”. In the first I saw you, (now your physique corresponded with your essence) but I couldn't reach you. I couldn't get close to you. In the second we talk a little, we exchange 4 or 5 sentences, but never alone.

That was right before you answered me in real life:

"Today. 5 pm. Americana cafeteria"

And now ... am I really ready?

I think the answer to that is no.

You are never ready, at least not consciously. I just know that my heart and mind are finally in the same place. Thanos really did a huge number on various people. Including you.

The place she chose is brighter than I thought, for once the storm clouds don't feel as gray or heavy. This time, that halo of light is enough to illuminate our surroundings. We are at a table, there are some cups of coffee in front of us, you watch the rain fall while your hand plays with the handle of the cup, the other is resting on your cheek.

"Y/N I ... I don't know where to start"

"It's okay. You don't have to say anything right now, just ... just let me speak first, please "

"Okay"

You access without problem. I don't know if it was always like this or not, but this time you know I need it. Maybe you also need the time.

“I know exactly what you were or what you are to me. Maybe it took me 24 years to understand it, I think it was more like accepting it. I always wondered why, you know? "

You just look at me, silently asking me what I mean with your eyes. I know deep down you know it. You extend your hand that plays with the cup and took mine. For a moment I take it and play with your fingers. I want to let go but you stop me, like an anchor tying me to this reality.

And maybe that's what he needed.

“I always wondered why it had hurt so much to part with you, why I cried in the afternoons after our fight, why I couldn't just be with you. Was it a bad or forbidden thing to love you the way I did? What was it that the universe or God wanted to avoid that had to separate us? "

"Y/N"

"I know, I know, probably, well no, surely it was a lesson we had to learn though"

Her fingers intertwine with mine, one of her fingers caressing my hand, as she always did, instantly calming me down.

“I know who I am and now so many things make sense, God, it's painful to see how they didn't before. Now I understand why my relationships did not work as I thought they should, now I understand why it hurt me so much and why so many years ago I could not face you "

"Surely for the same reasons why it hurt me so much too"

I look into her eyes. Those green irises that haunted me for so many years. Even today they do.

“Telling you that you were very important in my life it’s not all you meant to me. You were my first love you know and, well what can I say so many years later? Now I understand all my feelings towards you, now I understand the intensity and innocence that we had during our relationship. It's true when I tell you that all the years that I spent without you only made me realize how much impact you had on my life. They say that the first love is never forgotten and you know what? It's true. It's so fucking true "

“I know, I couldn't forget you either. I think at some point, you became like this ghost or this shadow that did not went away from me. I guess that's why I couldn't look for you after leaving ... "

Her voice cuts out. There's no need to talk about why she unexpectedly left Ohio that day. When I entered S.H.I.E.L.D and after hearing Barton tell your name to Fury, I decided to hack the system and find out about you. Those skills were what led me to join the agency, so I thought it would be something easy. In the end I did it, but it took me a while to do it until that day I found your file in Hill's archives.

“To be honest, I was able to accept that recently. That you had been my first love. So many years I lied to myself trying to justify that I only saw you as a friend, what a fool I was "

"Silly no detka, you just weren't ... we weren't ready"

"Could be"

“I can definitely tell you that I know I felt things for you too, I can't cover the sun with a finger, but for obvious reasons I couldn't look for you and then I couldn't dare to look for you, not after everything I had done and with so much red in my ledger. I always thought of you thou, I wondered what become of your life. I guess I don't think I was ready either and with various things happening in my life ... Now, I also understand several things. I forgive you for not looking for me that night, I understood that it was something that was not in our hands"

I lightly squeeze her hand and look at her. Slowly I turn my gaze to her eyes and there it is, again, trying to decipher what is going through my head, as if trying to prepare or anticipate something. Unconsciously I moisten my lips with my tongue.

"Can I ask you something?"

"Anything"

"What was I, for you?"

“A watershed in my life. A pending chapter "

I don't know if it's what I expected or not. I don't even know what I wanted to hear, but her words carry a lot of weight for me. I look at our hands again, I see slowly how her other hand covers them, as if she wanted to protect them.

PENDING.

The word overwhelms me more than I ever thought. It puts me in this state of nervousness, ecstasy, uncertainty, happiness. Of everything and nothing at the same time.

Pending. Without resolving.

Pending. Unfinished.

Pending.

PENDING.

PENDING.

“I know you are gay. And there were so many things between us that it would be absurd of me to try to put you inside a label or a box. You were many things to me. I've learned that you don't need a label to feel comfortable with yourself"

She stared into my eyes as I shot her a glance, lightly squeezing her hands.

I'm here.

I'm with you.

You are with me.

You are here.

"Did you ever wonder what would have happened?"

"If you had stayed?"

She can only nod her head while looking away.

"Several times. More than I would like to admit. You?"

"Every time I thought of you"

Her hands release mine and take the forgotten cup of coffee with a slow sip. I look at my warm and dark coffee, the waves caused by the movement come and go.

"I want you to be free"

Her gaze turns doubtful, intriguing even. She leaves the cup on the table.

“You said that at one point I became a ghost or shadow. I don't want to continue being that. I want you to be free. You are too important to me and I want you to be happy. Really"

"You say it like this is the last time I will see you"

There it is. The easy way out, the conclusion of many things. If I say goodbye and get up of this chair, I will end this chapter. I can get on with my life.

But...

"It is not"

"Then?"

Her gaze seeks mine, that gaze equal to that of 24 years ago where I promised my life and she promise she would never lave. That look full of so many insecurities and fears. That look that deep down we know that we would break our promises and break both our hearts.

But this time I have the power of decision in my hands. This time I am in control.

“It’s obvious that we have a strong connection. And I think the way we ended things, that unfinished chapter, where we were and at the age we were, influenced us to unconsciously drag things along and follow us through life. So I want to free you and get rid of those ghosts"

"Y/N, what are you trying to say?"

“I want us to leave the luggage that we dragged behind. I don't want you to be my one that got away”

"Please be clear"

Clear. That word resounds like thunder fallen within the enclosure and is transformed into five simple words.

what do you want?

I want... I want... I want...

I WANT.

I WANT TO BE WITH YOU.

"I want to be with you. I want to see where this connection can take us and I definitely want to know you with the intention of being your girlfriend. I want to try this. Give us a chance to be a couple. Really"

"Detka" her words stay there. I take both of her hands between mine and lift them resting my elbows on the table.

"I know. I know there are a thousand things to fix, okay? I know. But precisely for that reason, with all the more reason we should do it. It’s clear to me that we both started with a light luggage that over the years became a mega suitcase. At least that's how it was with me ”.

"Same with me"

I smile slightly.

“I know we are not the same people we were at twelve, we have to get to know each other again. For my part I have forgiven what I had to forgive of you and myself. It took me 24 years to understand and accept it and I don't want 24 more years to go by. I'm tired of running and forcing things that I didn't understand why they didn't work. I will never be ready, whatever way I think it to be. I know that there is a great risk in all this, I know the world is in chaos and the mission to find the gems has not been easy”

Her gaze does not seem surprised at this confession.

"And still you want ... but why?"

"Because it's you. As simple as that"

Probably simple wasn't the word she expected.

There are so many complications and logical reasons to run to the other side. Definitely none of this fit with my plan to find her again, but what would life be like if all our plans went according to what we idealized?

It's so fucking ironic.

But so simple to understand.

And so, so simple.

Suddenly everything made sense.

“Sorry if it took me so many years to find you, but here I am in front of you. Closing all the past and setting us free from it. Here I am, ready to give myself to you completely. To meet us and take the opportunity. I think neither you nor I need a conventional love and let's be honest, we probably don't make sense, but don’t you wanna stop asking what if? I know that I prefer to find out"

She doesn’t say anything. For a few moments my anxiety begins to take over me. I try to count the seconds and focus on my breathing. Her hand in mine is sufficient anchor to the present.

"I am"

"You are?"

"Yes detka" There is her laugh again. The one that caused butterflies in my stomach so many years ago and today causes them elsewhere.

"Like you said, if I'm here and you're here, why don't we try?"

Four words that make it all seem simple, but probably not, but what the fuck does it matter now? The universe screamed at me many times that I should look fir her, it tried to teach me the lesson very early but my stubborn self was probably opposed to accepting the truth.

Natasha Romanoff was my first love, the first person I ever innocently loved, the first person who made me question myself. She was the first to break my heart (and the first heart I broke)

And now, after so many years, I have found her again.

I feel a slight squeeze in my hands and Natasha stands up. Before I can question anything, her lips steal mine in a kiss that has been waiting for almost 8,760 days. It's everything I could imagine. Her lips move in perfect sync with mine and just when I think it can't be more perfect, her tongue asks for access and I happily oblige.

A vibration on the table interrupts us, Natasha keeps her forehead on mine, eyes closed, savoring the moment, with a peck on my lips, she moves away from me and looks at whatever interrupted our moment.

Natasha takes my hand and with a slight tug pulls me to my feet. In reality she is taller than me by about 5 cm. Her eyes search mine.

"Ready to save the world?"

I just nod my head.

[fandom]

Once upon a time in Hollywood, four little women, two popes, and one Irishman walked into a bar...

This Sunday, the best of the film industry will gather to honor, well...the best of the film industry in a little known event called The Academy Awards. For the 92nd year in a row, the recipients of the tiny golden man mysteriously named Oscar are chosen by people who are not you. 92 years and not once have they asked your opinion. Outrageous.

That’s why we like to take this time of year to show off what the Oscars would look like if you had a vote. 

The @fandom​ team analyzed a full year of celebrity-driven data, starting from January 20, 2019. Every tagged original post, reblog, search, and liked post related to the nominees were counted, weighted appropriately, and is wrapped up neatly for your leisurely (or frantic) perusal below.

Let’s get on with the cold, hard data

We look at engagement data holistically, not tied to any one property. Though Scarlett Johansson dominated the conversation overall, it’s not just because of her roles in this year’s Marriage Story or JoJo Rabbit. It’s also because she’s Black Widow, which doesn’t even come out for another three months. In case you didn’t know, you folks really do love Marvel that much. Though she received 69.02% of the engagements in the leading actress category and 55.92% in the supporting actress category, a quick look at her tag shows you have a lot to say and GIF about all these films. It’s worth noting Adam Driver also had a big year outside of Marriage Story, too. Wow, data! 

Here’s how everything else broke down:

Best Supporting Actor

5. Joe Pesci, The Irishman | < 1% 4. Anthony Hopkins, The Two Popes | 4.86% 3. Tom Hanks, A Beautiful Day in the Neighborhood | 13.37% 2. Al Pacino, The Irishman | 21.40% 1. Brad Pitt, Once Upon a Time...in Hollywood | 60.37%

Best Supporting Actress

5. Kathy Bates, Richard Jewell | < 1% 4. Laura Dern, Marriage Story | 3.99% 3. Florence Pugh, Little Women | 15.24% 2. Margot Robbie, Bombshell | 24.85% 1. Scarlett Johansson, Jojo Rabbit | 55.92%

Best Leading Actor

5. Jonathan Pryce, The Two Popes | < 1% 4. Antonio Banderas, Pain and Glory | < 1% 3. Leonardo DiCaprio, Once Upon a Time…in Hollywood | 6.05% 2. Joaquin Phoenix, Joker | 27.28% 1. Adam Driver, Marriage Story | 66.57%

Best Leading Actress

5. Cynthia Erivo, Harriet | < 1% 4. Renée Zellweger, Judy | < 1% 3. Charlize Theron, Bombshell | 8.04% 2. Saoirse Ronan, Little Women | 21.15% 1. Scarlett Johansson, Marriage Story | 69.20%

Best Director

5. Sam Mendes, 1917 | < 1% 4. Martin Scorsese, The Irishman | 7.59% 3. Quentin Tarantino, Once Upon a Time...in Hollywood | 26.15% 2. Todd Phillips, Joker | 26.94% 1. Bong Joon Ho, Parasite | 39.32%

Best Animated Feature Film

5. I Lost My Body | < 1% 4. Missing Link | 2.26% 3. Klaus | 10.71% 2. How to Train Your Dragon: The Hidden World | 35.24% 1. Toy Story 4 | 51.79%

Best Picture

9. Ford v Ferrari | < 1% 8. The Irishman | < 1% 7. 1917 | < 1% 6. Jojo Rabbit | 3.29% 5. Once Upon a Time...in Hollywood | 5.04% 4. Marriage Story | 5.59% 3. Parasite | 6.50% 2. Little Women | 18.39% 1. Joker | 58.99%

For even more Oscars action, be sure to follow along on the #oscars tag on Sunday for all the latest from the ceremony.

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Terrigenisis (Part 20)

Pairing: Stucky x Inhuman!Fem!Reader

Word Count: 1.7K

Summary: After undergoing terrigenisis unwillingly your life is turned upside down when you are deemed too dangerous to return to life as a civilian. You are put with the Avengers team to train and rebuild. As you hone your powers and skills, you must also decide if you can find home and love again. Or is your curse to be a lonely wanderer forever?

Warnings: Fluff, Smut (NSFW 18+)

Dividers by @firefly-graphics​

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The following afternoon, the entire team is back at the compound and doing a team training session. You, Steve, and Bucky use the opportunity to announce your engagement. Your teammates are excited and hugs and well wishes surround you. 

“Can I be the flower girl?” Wanda jokes as she hugs you. 

“Dizzy’s already claimed that honor,” you laugh.

“Alright, alright! Let’s get to work. We need to be in perfect sync for the mission.” Steve redirects everyone’s attention. 

“You got it, Cap!” you salute him as you get into position. Two hours later, you break from the drills and begin to disburse when you pull up your phone. “What the hell?” you say as you see your social media had blown up with comments and messages. You pull up your feed and begin reading. You can feel the color drain from your face. 

“Doll, are you okay?” Bucky is the first to notice you frozen in shock. 

“I… the… I don’t understand.” You feel like throwing up reading the words whore, slut, and many other disgusting slurs left on your account. Bucky pulls your phone from your hand and looks at it. 

“What the fuck?” He yells.

Steve speeds over and looks at the phone that Bucky holds out to him. 

“I don’t understand,” you say again, trembling. Bucky puts his arms around you. 

“Uhhh, guys,” Tony says as he pulls up a video.

The spokesman for one of the biggest celebrity tabloids flashes a picture of Steve and Bucky on the screen and says, “Speculation has always run wild on the love life of Captain America, Steve Rogers, and The Winter Soldier, Bucky Barnes, but they’ve always kept it hush-hush. Now, a source close to the Avengers has come forward to give us the down and dirty details. Allegedly, our shield throwing hero doesn’t have just a girlfriend, but a boyfriend as well. Way to play both sides, Captain. We’ve been told that Captain America is dating none other than his two teammates, The Winter Soldier and Artemis, the newest member of the Avengers.”

“Artemis! The fuck?” you exclaim as a picture of the three of you is displayed on the screen. 

“Seen here at one of Tony Stark’s exclusive parties, the three have allegedly been dating for several months. But, according to our source, two men aren’t enough for the voracious Artemis, she’s also in a relationship with none other than the villainous Loki of Asgard,” the spokesman continues. Another picture from the party flashes up of you and Loki laughing together. Your stomach is rolling as this apparently isn’t the end of the slanderous story, “Artemis, an Inhuman with the skills of a linguist and animal trainer, joined the team a year ago and has apparently had her hooks in every man she’s come across since then. Our source claims she had affairs with Tony Stark, Clint Barton, and Sam Wilson before settling on the three she dates now. There is also some speculation surrounding the death of her first husband. Is she the real black widow of the Avengers?”

The video ends and you clutch your stomach, “I’m gonna be sick.” Running to the bathroom, you barely make it to the toilet before you lose your lunch. Bucky and Steve are right behind you. 

“Doll, it’s okay. It’s gonna be okay.” Bucky soothes as he rubs your back. 

You sit back against the wall and begin to sob. Steve pulls you into his lap and Bucky’s arms surround you both. 

“It’s gonna be okay, sweetheart. We’ll fix this.” Steve says as he rubs your back. 

“We’ll get through it, doll. Whatever we have to do. We won’t let this stand.” Bucky reassures you. 

When the sobs begin to subside, you look at the two of them and nod. They help you stand and you wash out your mouth. When you return, the team is still standing around together. 

“Okay, kids. Artie is on his way and formulating a plan as we speak to work this out. We’ll demand a retraction of the slander. The PR team is going through your social media and deleting and blocking any negative comments. There are several groups who are rallying behind you all and your relationship. We’ve got your back, kid.” Tony puts a hand on your shoulder and you nod weakly. 

Wanda hugs you and you nearly break down again. Natasha looks as if she’s plotting murder with Clint. You notice Sam is missing. 

“Let’s go to our room and rest until Artie gets here. It’ll probably be a long meeting.” Bucky suggests. 

“Yeah, okay,” you follow his lead out. Shortly after the three of you get to your room there’s a knock on the door. Steve opens it and lets Sam into the room. 

“I, uh… I’m so sorry.” Sam stutters uncharacteristically and can’t quite meet your eyes. 

“Kaziah,” you state.

“Yeah. I’m pretty sure. I’m so sorry. I swear I never said anything like that to her. I would never disrespect you like that.” Sam explains. 

“It’s not your fault, Sam,” you reassure him. 

“But I did tell her about you guys. And how you lost Charlie and became an Inhuman. I’m so sorry.” 

“You trusted her. I’m so sorry she betrayed you like that,” you hug Sam’s neck. “I know you must be so hurt that she did that. Maybe she was jealous about our torrid love affair.”

Sam breaks a smile, “I do have a way with the ladies.” 

“Your spirit is unbreakable. Already cracking jokes,” Steve puts his arms around you. 

“I think it’s laugh or cry at this point. I’d rather laugh. I’m sure there will be more tears later,” you say. “I need a shower.”

“That’s my cue to leave.” Sam quips. 

“Sam,” you call. 

“Can you tell Tony, please? He can probably find out for sure.” 

“Yeah. Of course.” Sam exits. 

“Alright, doll. Let’s get that shower.” Bucky pulls you into the bathroom. You stand under the spray minutes later with Bucky and Steve on each side of you. You wash each other gently, sharing soft touches and loving caresses. No matter what anyone ever says about your relationship and your love, you will never give up these two men. The loves of your life. 

Your stomach twists for a moment. Loving Steve and Bucky does not negate your love of Charlie. The accusation of killing him was what hurt more than anything else. If it hadn’t been for Terrigenisis you would still most likely be happily married to Charlie. It reaffirms to you that perhaps there really is a reason that everything happens. Which means there is a reason for this happening. You just couldn’t figure out what it was quite yet. 

“Team meeting in the conference room, immediately.” Friday chimes into your thoughts. 

Ten minutes later, the team is sitting around the conference table facing Artemus "Artie" Pithins, Director of Public Relations, and Tony. 

“We apparently have another Artemis now.” Artie chuckles as he greets you. 

“Wasn’t my decision but if it means I am as formidable as you I’m honored,” you smile as you shake Artie’s hand. 

“Charming under pressure. I love it. We’ll get through this.” Artie reassures you. When everyone is seated Artie addresses the team, “I’d like to begin by telling you all, we have confirmed the source of the leak and that person is being dealt with accordingly. Next, I give this story no credence, but I do need to go through it piece by piece to confirm what is truth and what is lies.”

“We understand.” Steve affirms.

“Are you in a polyamorous relationship as described?” Artie addresses Steve. 

“Yes,” Steve replies. 

“I see. Sgt. Barnes and our newly dubbed Artemis are your boyfriend and girlfriend?” Artie asks. 

“No, they’re my fiancees.” Steve counters. 

“Oh, Congratulations.” Artie’s wheels are turning as he continues down his list of questions. He turns to you next, “Are you in any type of relationship with Prince Loki Odinson?”

“He’s a close friend and my training partner,” you say calmly. 

“But no romantic relationship now or previously?” Artie confirms.

“No,” you reply. 

“Mr. Stark, are you now or have you ever been in a sexual relationship-”

“No, never.” Tony interrupts rolling his eyes. 

“Mr. Bar-”

“No,” Clint says curtly.

“Also, no.” Sam pipes in before the question can be asked. 

“And the last claim I won’t even dignify. That will be retracted with an apology if I have anything to say about it. I know this is not the most couth question but I need to ask. Have any of the three of you had a sexual relationship with another teammate?” Artie states.

“No,” the three of you say practically in unison. 

“Well, then I think we have the perfect solution already in the works. We’ll need the two of you to do a couple of interviews to dispel the rumors and we’ll use that time to also announce the wedding of Captain America and Artemis.” Artie smiles at you. 

“You mean the three of us, Captain America, The Winter Soldier, and Artemis,” you say. 

“The polyamorous relationship is not going to play well, but if we can shift the story from that relationship to the romance that grew out of you joining the team and throw a spectacular wedding, we’ll have nothing to worry about it,” Artie explains.

“No,” you say, looking between Steve and Bucky. 

“Let’s reconvene in two hours. Take the time to discuss it. You have a lot to consider.” Artie closes the meeting. 

Back in your room, you sit on the couch with your head in your hands. 

“Doll?” Steve sits beside you and puts a hand on your back. 

You look up at him, “Do you want to go through with this charade? Leave Bucky out of the ceremony? Everything this entails?”

“I’m pretty sure I’d be best man in Stevie’s wedding no matter what,” Bucky tries to lighten the mood. 

“You should be a groom in it, baby,” you counter.

“I know, I know, doll,” Bucky sits on the other side of you, “But it’d just be a show for the public. We can have a ceremony with just our friends after. Or before. However you want.”

“Is that what you think, Stevie?” you ask.

“Here’s what I’m thinking…”

Part 21

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Glacial Passion (2/?)

Regulus Black/Reader

Rating: Suggestive Content, but no lemon

Word Count: 1809

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Summary: Glacial, cold, icy… all words that described Regulus Black’s grey eyes. Was there truly no emotion behind those eyes, or did a caring man exist beneath? Could she defrost those glacial eyes?

Disclaimer: Regulus Black (Walburga Black, Orion Black, and Sirius Black) is a character from Harry Potter by J.K. Rowling. Reader or y/n is not owned by Rowling. This work has not been created for profit or financial compensation, and is a transformative fair use work in accordance with Section 107 of the United States Copyright Act.

Notes: So I am a liar, and this will be longer than 3 chapters probably:) I kept writing chapter 2 and it ended up being more like 6000 words, so I’m splitting it up baby

Enjoy

Pulled from sleep abruptly, I sit up, disoriented in the unfamiliar bedroom. Glancing around as the memories of last night come flooding in. This bed, now empty , belongs to my husband. Noticing said husband's absence, I rest my hand where I last saw him, noting that the sheets are cool to the touch. I glance towards the two doors leading to the closet and bathroom. Something deep inside me hopes that Regulus would pop out of either of the doors. 

Maybe he went to get something--

No. It's absurd to let myself believe that Regulus simply stepped out of the room for a moment. My foolish heart wants to believe he didn't, but I'm all too aware that Regulus abandoned me in our bed the morning after our wedding.

Why I assumed having sex with him would magically make him love me, I don't know. It was ridiculous, a miscalculation , an expectation that I had been holding onto consciously or not.

I laugh bitterly to myself. How stupid can I be? 

How stupid.

***

I assume running into me in the library of the house was an unpleasant accident on his part, partly from the stuttering pause when he walked through the doors and partly from the icy look he gave me.

How someone can look at another with such-- coldness , especially someone you could at best call a stranger, is unfathomable to me. I look back down at the book that I've spent my day entertaining myself with to shield myself from his frigid eyes.

It's helped pass the time to an extent, the time I should have been with him doing whatever newlyweds do on their first day of marriage.

At first, I had wandered the halls aimlessly debating with myself if breakfast with his parents, alone, would be too unbearable. It was a perfectly tragic breakfast, with Walburga asking me an array of pointless questions that had little to do with getting to know her new daughter-in-law.

Worst of all, she had been relentless in her demanding way about the importance of an heir, as if I were supposed to pop one out after one night. I had to admit, the idea of exposing her son and his use of contraceptive charms had been a delicious idea at the moment. In the end, though, I chose civility with my charming husband, even as the spite I felt for him in the current time had nearly pushed me towards the edge in these conversations.

I had wandered into the library after escaping my in-laws, and I hadn't left since then. The novel chosen to occupy my time had been working to make me forget that I was beyond annoyed with Regulus and my situation... but then he walked in and ruined what little sanity I had collected in the past hours.

Regulus still stands in the door frame, looking as if he may turn around and walk away before engaging me in any conversation or even a simple hello. If this son-of-a-bitch turns around and pretends he didn't see me, I swear I will make myself a widow.

"(y/n)."

My shoulders tense, "Regulus."

He doesn't respond for a second before asking, "Have you had a nice day?"

Un-fucking-believable , "No."

Not even married a full twenty-four hours, and he left me alone to fend for myself in this creaky, horrible old house with only his parents and a house-elf for company, and he dares to ask me if I've had a nice day?

If I hadn't just had one of the most soul-draining days of my life, I would've laughed at the look on his face. He doesn't quite know what to do with my firm 'no'. Naturally, I am not happy, and I will not hide my unhappiness from my dear husband.

"What is the matter? Did you--"

"You ran off to Merlin-knows-where, leaving me alone in this house. I did not have a good day, thank you for asking." I go back to the book I was reading. I had been enjoying this moment of reprieve from the anger I was feeling, but now that he's returned, I can barely focus on the little black words.

"Mother and father were here--"

"I don't find their company appealing," I spit back. How dare he not even explain himself. And suggest such a-- repulsive alternative . His parents? He really wanted me to spend my first day as his wife with his parents?

"I assumed you would want to get to know your family."

"You didn't suppose I would want to get to know my husband?" I can't help but bite back. His calm tone further aggravates me.

"You should know your family." 

"They are not my family."

I peek over my book to see his face. Confusion and a tinge of annoyance lace his features.

"They are your family."

" No , they are not."

He lets a frown crease his forehead for a moment before he goes back to his mask of passivity. "You are my wife." 

"That is true." My jaw clenches uncomfortably. What was his point?

"Then you are family, which makes my family yours ."

I shake my head, "no, it does not. "

Regulus looks frustrated, "When we have children. Then you will consider my family as yours?"

"No."

"No? How can you say no to a fact? A child of ours will be related to my family as well as yours and bear the Black name."

"That is all true, but it does not make us family."

Regulus has the decency to look shocked at my words, "I am your husband. Of course, we are family. With a child, that's even more so."

"Our marriage is a glorified contract at best. You do not love me, and I do not love you. You don't even try to love me. You made it fairly clear today that you don't intend on trying. Yes, any child born between us would be my family, but that does not make us family. Family implies some bond of familial familiarity. I don't know you, and at this rate, I don't see myself ever knowing you." I keep eye contact as I lay out our situation to my husband. Husband didn't even feel like it should apply to him. The warmth the word could have brought to me has been extinguished by Regulus's lack of emotion. Lack of-- everything.

Regulus stares back.

"I can't love you."

His words pierce any anger I felt. I knew that this morning. Knew it as the hours passed by today, and I still heard nothing from him. I feel the lump of sorrow firm in my throat, and before I can stop myself, I whisper, "but why?" The weakness I let seep into the words disgusts me. I can't afford to be weak in this marriage.

His icy eyes stare into my watery ones. Stupid tears. 

"It's not who I am."

Rage fills where the sorrow sat a moment ago. "I have been damned to an eternity of misfortune. I don't understand what I did to deserve this."

Refusing to show this vulnerability, I practically run from the room.

I walk past the doors to the other bedrooms of Grimmauld place, finding mine— ours . Collapsing on the bed, I let myself tear up completely. 

I hate it here, and I can't think of any way to get out of it. Nothing can fix this— this mistake of a marriage.

Wiping the tears from my eyes, I look up at the heavy canopy. I don't know how I'll survive this marriage; at least my sanity won't survive. How anyone can live in this dreary home is beyond me.

***

Regulus paces the room, not expecting an argument from her. (y/n) had been so... docile the entire night they spent together. Nothing could've prepared for him to hear her frustrated words or her claim that she possibly wanted anything from him.

And her quiet "but why"... he nearly lost his cool at the broken sound of (y/n)'s voice. He hadn't expected her to be so… emotional.

Despite their marriage being arranged, his wife clearly came in with the hope she could grow to love him. And she seemed to hope that he could love her as well.

If he had any idea how to be in love, he would try for her. But… it's complicated. Even with the bonding spell between couples like them, he doubts he can act as she wishes.

Maybe he could act it , but that's not fair to (y/n). 

Regulus knew that it would be much crueler to pretend to love her when he truly did not.

***

(y/n) doesn't accompany him to dinner. Walburga and Orion don't comment, but he can tell that they are curious to know why their daughter-in-law wasn't present. 

When he makes his way to their room, he isn't surprised that she doesn't turn around to greet him.

For a moment, he watches her as she sits at her vanity. She is a rather pretty girl, he muses. He supposes he should be appreciative to have such a beautiful wife. But, unfortunately, not many men in these marriages could say they were attracted to their wives.

He's about to approach her when she speaks.

"I want a child." 

Regulus's mouth goes dry, " You do ?" 

(Y/n) turns around in her vanity chair, "I do."

"Where-- did this come from?"

"Is this not why we married?"

Regulus crosses his arms across his chest, "that's beside the point."

"It's not! This is why marriages like ours take place!" She gets up close and personal to him, "that's why your parents chose me for you. So I would have your children and continue your line ."

He doesn't argue with her because she isn't wrong.

"We don't need a child now."

She laughs bitterly, "You'll deny me this as well?" 

"I'm not— denying you anything."

"You have no right to say no to me, Regulus Black."

"We've been married for less than a week."

"The sooner, the better." She echoes his own words.

Regulus sighs, running a hand through his hair. This is the last conversation he wants to have at 10 P.M.

"We are not having a child right now. That's final."

She gets back up in his face, "We will see about that." (y/n) moves around him towards the door.

"Where are you going?"

"I'm sleeping elsewhere." He almost snorts at the irony of her leaving the room when she's all but declared she could seduce him into giving her the child she wants.

Instead, he grabs her arm before she can leave, "you stay here. I'll leave."

"I am perfectly capable of sleeping in a different room."

"Stay here," he gives her a serious look.

(Y/n) looks away from him, pulling her arm free, "fine."

[buckyssoldat]

Incentive (Natasha Romanoff x Reader)

Summary: She has magical abilities but can’t use or control them very well. Natasha offers to train her, giving her a new incentive every time she does a spell right.

Word count: 2023

Requested: Yes

Warnings: NSFW, 18+, explict language, smut

A/N: For the person who requested this, I changed it a bit, but I hope you still like it. Hope everyone likes this!!  Also, please check my series ‘Forsaken - The Fallen Soldier’. Feedback is always appreciated, don’t be shy to share your thoughts on this :)

“Come on, you can do this, I know you can” Wanda spoke as she trained the new Avengers recruit. She also had magical powers, much like the Scarlet Witch herself, but she wasn’t able to fully control or use them. “You’re so much more powerful than you think you are, you just need to focus a little bit more.”

“I am focused!” she exclaimed, already tired of hearing the same thing every single day, “It’s just… I’m just tired, Wanda. We have been at it for months now, I need a break.”

“A break just to stare at Nat?” Wanda questioned with a smirk on her face, “I’ve seen the way you look at her. It doesn’t take a genius to figure out.”

“Um, I-”

“Hey girls!” Natasha entered the training room with a smile plastered on her face that made the trainee melt inside. “How’s training been going?”

“Great, we were just done now” Wanda answered, a mischievous tone on her voice, “And I need to go meet Vision, bye!” The Scarlet Witch left in such a hurry that the other two girls didn’t even have time to say goodbye back at her.

“So…” the witch started, “you got anything to do too or you free?”

“I’m actually free right now, but I have an idea that will help you control your magic, if you want my help.”

“Sure!” She answered a little bit too much enthusiastically for her taste, but that was the effect Natasha had on her. “I would love your help, Nat.”

“I have been researching a lot about the kind of magic you have, and I found out that it works best when you have some kind of incentive, you know? Like, let’s pretend we were fighting a really bad person who was threatening to kill the person you love most in the world – your powers would be off the roof.” The Black Widow started walking towards her until she was close enough to grab her hands, “I came up with a solution that I think it will be pleasant for both of us – every time you do a spell right, I take off a piece of clothing. How does that sound?”

The witch didn’t know how to react or respond. Never in a million years she thought Natasha would say something like that to her, never. But truth was, at that moment, Nat was standing in front of her, basically promising that she would get naked if training went well.

“Hello?” Natasha waved her hands in front of her face, waiting for an answer, “Did I read the room wrong?”

“No, no, no!” she quickly answered, “That sounded amazing.”

Natasha flashed her a big smile, “Great! I thought we could start with telekinesis. Is that alright?” The witch slowly nodded her head. “Maybe you could start by lifting me a couple feet in the air?”

“Nat, I don’t want to hurt you.”

“You won’t hurt me, okay? Remember the incentive – if you do this spell right, I’ll take off my shirt.” Nat had a devious smile on her face, as if she had planned this a long ago. “Come on, let’s start.”

The witch started by slowly levitating her in the hair, gaining more altitude by each second, until Nat was only a mere inch away from the ceiling.

“See? I knew you could do it!” she congratulated her as she let her down on the floor. As soon as her feet touched the floor, Natasha took off her black t-shirt and threw it across the room, revealing a red lacy bra that was hiding underneath. The other woman tried to hide her cheeks blush, but it was impossible. “I wore this specially for you…” Nat whispered.

“Uh, I-I… thank you?” she didn’t know what to say, it was clear.

“Now maybe we could try force fields generations?” Nat went to the weapons table and grabbed two very sharp knives, “I’m gonna throw them right at your heart, and you’re gonna block them.”

“Nat-”

“You got this” she interrupted her, “I’ll take off my shoes and socks as an incentive, okay?” The witch nodded again.

Natasha went back a few feet and started aiming the knives at her. The spy was a skilled agent, there was no doubt she would hit her right in the heart if she didn’t create the force fields. After a few seconds, Nat threw the knives without warning, but she was able to create the force fields just in time. The Russian ex-spy just smiled and took off her shoes and socks.

“I want you to read my mind now and try to speak with my telepathically.”

After one minute, she finally managed to penetrate Nat’s mind.

“Hello there” she spoke inside her head, “I can’t wait for you to get more spells right.” Nat winked at her after that sentence, making her lose focus for a couple of seconds.

“Looks like you have to take your pants now” the witch told her, finally able to make a bold move.

Nat slowly unbuttoned her jeans and rolled them down her legs. The other woman just stared in adoration. Natasha Romanoff, the woman she had had a crush for months now, was standing in front of her, only wearing her red lacy underwear.

“How about teleportation-” The Russian didn’t even have time to finish the sentence, as the witch had already teletransported herself and was only three inches away from her. “Looks you got that one right.”

“Yeah, the incentive on this one was bigger.”

Natasha put her hands behind her back and unclasped her bra, slowly letting it fall on the floor. The witch couldn’t stop staring at her boobs – all that she wanted to do was latch her mouth on those beautiful and perky nipples.

“Now let’s make things a bit harder this tame” the other woman whined, making her chuckle, “I can give it all to you without making you give your best, right? I want you to manipulate our reality and make this training room look like an old ballroom of a castle.”

“That’s oddly specific, but I’ll give it my best.” She took a deep breath before purple light beams started shooting from her hands. Seconds later, the training room no longer looked like a training room, but like a ballroom of a castle, just like Natasha wanted. Without a word, the spy took off her panties, revealing her entire naked body to her. She tried her best not to stare, but it was impossible.

The witch used her magic again to teletransport again, but she closed the gap between herself and Natasha that time. Slowly, she leaned in and pressed her lips against hers.

“No, no, no” Nat interrupted the kiss, “I didn’t say we were done, did I? I still want to see a few tricks I know you have. What about conjuration this time?” With a snap of her fingers, the witch made all the clothes on her body disappear, making Natasha smirk at the view. “I wasn’t expecting that, but I’m not complaining at all.”

They both leaned in for another kiss, this time much more passionate than the other they had shared a couple of seconds ago. Both their hands roamed around each other’s bodies, exploring every part they could grab.

“I’m still not done with training” Natasha said between kisses, “I still want you to practice your duplication spell.”

“Fuck that” the witch said before she threw her on her back. Natasha thought she was gonna hit the ground, but her back hit a nice and comfortable surface instead – a bed. “See, I put the bed here. Still think I need training?”

Natasha didn’t answer her. Instead, she pulled the witch to the bed, but put herself on top of her. Slowly, she started kissing her way down on her body, until she finally reached where the other woman needed her the most – her wet and aching clit. She took a long lick across her sex while locking eyes with the other woman. The witch whimpered in pleasure as her tongue dove between her thighs. Grabbing Natasha by the hair, she called her name. She had never felt like that before. Nat was caring and gentle, which didn’t match the views people had on her at first sight.

As she moaned her name one more time, Natasha dove her tongue even further inside of her. Seeing the person she loved the most like that made her feel something she had never felt before.

As the high approached inside her body, she tried to pull Natasha up, but she didn’t let her. She wanted her to finish. With a few more strokes with her tongue, she had the witch screaming her name over and over again as the orgasm washed over her.

“Nat…” the woman called her name once more as she pressed her lips against hers, “I want to show you something.”

Her brows arched, curiosity filling her mind, “What?”

“Just lay down and enjoy, okay?” she smiled, trying to reassure her that everything was gonna make her feel amazing, “You’re gonna love this.”

The witch closed her eyes for a few seconds as she worked her magic. Truth was, duplication spells were not her best. She once managed to make a copy of herself, but it faded only after a few seconds. But this time was different – she had a better incentive to make things work.

After almost thirty seconds, a copy of the witch appeared behind the bed, smiling at her. It was exactly like her, except for the eyes – they were bright purple, a sign of her magical powers.

“What are you doing?” Natasha asked, trying to get up from the bed to see what she was doing.

“Nothing Nat, just relax.”

The witch started working her fingers across the spy’s clit, slowly spreading all of her juices on her. When she felt like it was time, she inserted two fingers inside of her.

“Oh” Natasha moaned loudly, eyes closed due to the pleasure she was feeling at that moment.

While her right fingers were inside of Nat, the other hand was holding her hips down, as she kept moving them. The witch winked at the copy of herself, motioning with her head for her to come closer. The copy knew exactly what to do – she went to the right side of the bed and started massaging Nat’s breasts, occasionally sucking one of her nipples.

“Wait. Why does it feel like you have four hands and two mouths?” Natasha finally opened her eyes, realizing that she wasn’t alone with her lover anymore, “Who’s this?” she pointed at the copy.

“You wanted me to practice my duplication spell, right?” the witch grinned before she started moving her fingers inside of her again.

After a few minutes, Natasha started feeling her climax approach, causing her to moan and whimper loudly.

“I’m almost there” she managed to say between moans. Before Natasha could cum, the witch made her copy disappear and stopped using her fingers. “Hey!” the spy protested.

“Don’t worry, we’re not done yet.”

The witch positioned herself on top of Natasha in a way that their pussies were touching. Slowly she started rocking her hips, making their wet clits rub against each other and creating a whole new way of pleasure.

“I like this bold side of you” Natasha managed to say between moans.

She grinned at her before she bent down and passionately kissed her on the lips while rocking her hips and squeezing her left boob. That was it for Natasha – she came loudly, screaming the witch’s name countless times. But the witch was not done, so she kept rubbing their pussies together for a few more seconds until she finally came.

“Nat…” she moaned as she slowly stopped moving her hips. She bent down again and pressed her lips against hers once more. “You’re so beautiful…”

“You’re even more beautiful” Natasha smiled against her mouth, “I have to train you more often if it ends up like this.”

“Well, I had a pretty compelling incentive this time.”

masterlist

[barnesandco]

Little Hands (II)

Series Masterlist

You, Bucky, and Anastasia pay Bruce Banner a visit. 

This is an entry for @star-spangled-bingo 2021. Word count: 1836. Square filled: “You don’t wanna know.”

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: More Sad Child. Needles, fear of. So much overthinking.

A/N: Gosh, I’m so glad I got this chapter edited in time. I hope you like it and I’m sorry for skipping out on y’all last week! To make up for it, there’ll be two updates this weekend, so look out for the next chapter tomorrow! Lmk what you thinkkkk

The Avengers Compound is every bit as spectacular as you could have possibly hoped, and yet you’re unable to fully appreciate it because of the sheer absurdity of the situation. Your hand is in the vice-tight grip of the supposed daughter of your neighbor, who happens to be an Avenger.

Said neighbor is pacing back and forth in front of you as you sit in Bruce Banner’s laboratory, with Anastasia beside you while you wait for Bruce to arrive. Ana is remarkably calm, her young features – the round cheeks, still-wet eyes – made mature by her abnormal silence. Something about her makes you think she’s used to this kind of tension. Something about her screams war-child. Perhaps this grip she has on you is the first demand she has made in a long time, the only tantrum she has ever been allowed to throw.

While you aren’t particularly experienced with children, you think you want her to feel safe with you, because it seems she hasn’t been elsewhere. Ana’s eyes flit around the room in the only behavioral indication of her youth – a childlike curiosity, shining in the face of this fancy, new place that gleams like a toy store. Every now and then, her gaze jumps back from the alien appearance of the lab to her father (?) who seems intent on wearing a hole in the tiles with his pacing.

It is beginning to wear on you: both Bucky’s pacing and Ana’s steadily increasing anxiety. He hasn’t said a word to her since he opened the envelope, only asked that you accompany him to the Compound seeing as Ana won’t go alone with him (You would have gone with him even if that hadn’t been so. Though the nature of your relationship is ambiguous at times, the strength of your friendship is not. You’ll figure this out. You won’t leave him alone). Clearly, there is some unspoken memory that has him convinced the claim in the letter is plausible. Neither of you would be here if it wasn’t.

Bucky doesn’t talk too much about his past. He has offered a few of the shattered shards of his past reflection to you in the few night-caped moments you have hammered on his door upon hearing shouts across the hall. Between that, and what you know thanks to Black Widow’s file dump, the big Avengers’ in-fight in Europe last summer, the consequent resolution to the Accords, and Bucky’s publicized pardon, you can guess at the traumas that lurk in the depths of him.

They’re traumas that are closer to the surface of his eyes now, pulled forth by this new life, this little soul that has no business with such dark things, and the implication that this holds. Ana, innocent as she may be, is an insinuation of what else might have been unwillingly torn from Bucky.

You don’t want to think about it, because it hurts to do so, because you care for him, in many, many ways. It seems that Anastasia is also starting to tire of it. With every step Bucky takes, her hand tightens on yours. Fortunately, soon, the door to your left opens, and Bruce Banner enters his lab.

He's appropriately disheveled for this hour in the morning. Under his pristine lab coat, one of his shirt buttons is done into the wrong buttonhole, but his eyes are alert, frantic even, though you get the feeling that this is a man always on the edge of escape.

Bucky lets out a breath he seems to have been holding at the same time as his shoulders tense. “Thanks for coming so early, Doctor Banner. I wouldn’t have called if—”

“You never call, so I know it must have been important. But it looks like I’ve kept you waiting anyways,” Banner says, his eyes widening as they move from Bucky, to you, to the little girl at your side. “What’s the matter? You know I’m not a medical doctor, right?” He asks, putting a work bench between himself and his visitors.

Bucky clears his throat, and doesn’t quite know how to say what he needs to. After a few more seconds of hesitation, in which Banner waits patiently, Bucky extracts the envelope containing the fateful letter from his pocket, and hands it over.

The furrows in Doctor Banner’s brow multiply spontaneously, and when he looks up, Bucky gestures with a subtle nod of his head to Ana. He has yet to explain your presence, but you think Doctor Banner is a smart man. It won’t take more than Anastasia’s tight hold on you for him to put two and two together. Sometimes, a scared child is just that, no matter how unusual.

Most of their ensuing conversation is held at a lowered volume, set by Bucky, probably out of courtesy for Ana. You can hear snatches and phrases, most of them confirmations of things you had expected and some, not so much. Lobby security cam footage… fingerprints… paternity test… serum… blood sample…

By the end of it, some facsimile of a plan seems to have evolved between the two men, because Doctor Banner turns away with a smile and you, taking it as a welcome, stand and approach him. He rounds his desk and shakes your hand, exchange introductions though he hardly needs one, and then, he crouches, the way Bucky had, and offers Ana his hand.

“Hi, I’m Bruce.”

“Ana.”

Bucky steps forward. “Anastasia—” the name is clumsy on his tongue, because he’s scared. You can see it, and you hope he knows you are, too, but you’ll stand with him regardless, “—Bruce is going to check that you aren’t sick.”

“I’m okay.”

“We need to be sure.”

“Okay.”

Banner pulls out a chair, and you’re about to sit Ana down on it, when she pushes you gently into it, and sits on your lap. You can do nothing but wrap your arms gently around her, so she doesn’t fall. The apology in Bucky’s eyes is melted with a sympathetic smile. It’s alright. A child developing an inexplicable affection for you is not the worst thing to ever happen to you.

Ana is warm and a comfortable weight on you, and you hold her as loosely as you can, feel the movement of her chest against your arms with each breath. Her hair is a mix of wool-thick and silk-soft against your chin, smelling faintly of the sugar-sweet strawberry scent found in children’s shampoos. Someone took care of her.

Someone she isn’t asking for. What kind of child doesn’t ask for their mother, past the initial, momentary heartbreak? How has she come to terms with the apparent change in custody, when the new custodian hasn’t?

Whether Bucky is to be the new guardian has yet to be determined. You can see Bruce pulling out a syringe and preparing a vial. You wonder if she’s scared of needles. Bucky flinches at the sight of them, even now. He’s said that his disdain for the cold clinicism of medicine dates back to long before Hydra. Medical equipment reminds him of worrying that his best friend was going to die. It’s the fear he has harbored longest, longer than his fear of war, of gunshots in the dark, of blood on his hands.

Ana shares it. When she sees the needle, she screams, and Bucky lunges forward to help you hold her in place. She’s so, so much stronger than you thought and while you can hold her limbs, her head thrashes about, and so does her torso, making it impossible for Bruce to get to the inside of her elbow.

In the chaos, your eye lands on a trinket on a nearby desk, sitting there like a peace offering, literally beckoning to you. “Hey, Ana,” you whisper-yell, trying not to get hit in the jaw by her head. “Do you like animals? Cats? I have a friend who has lots and lots of cats, and I could take you to see them.” It’s working. You’re out of breath, but she’s quieting. Most little kids love cats. You love cats. “I think Bruce has a toy cat. See, over there?” You dare to lift an arm to point at the maneki-neko on the table. Ana stills. Her eyes follow the hypnotic movement, and the syringe at Ana’s elbow does its job.

When the bandage is put on, you and Bucky let go with twin nervous chuckles of relief and disbelief, and Bruce puts the vial in a machine. Ana hops off to approach the desk, and bats at the paw waving at her like a mirror of it.

“We should have the results soon. I think the others are starting to wake up, if you want to say hi,” Bruce says, taking off his glasses and wiping them on the corner of his lab coat.

“Maybe later,” you say, seeing that Bucky is hardly in any position to converse casually with his teammates right now. Not to mention, it’d be a lot of work to explain Ana, especially before having any sort of confirmation of who she is.

Bucky pulls out a chair next to you while Bruce opens a laptop a few counters away, and an x-ray machine lifts its head behind Ana, who has moved on from the lucky cat, and is stroking the leaves of a flowering plant.

“Peace lily,” Bucky says, startling you. You look at him, the bags under his eyes, the way he almost looks his age right now, and fight the urge to hold his hand. “It’s the first flower I bought for my apartment. I put it in a community garden after a nightmare about the war. Didn’t feel right for me to have it.”

He's talking about the Second World War. The war always refers to his first war. You think he’s talking about peace, and not the lily, after what he’s done. After what he was forced to do.

“It’s not your fault,” is an automatic response, and never enough, especially for the war, because at least he was in his own senses, even if he was drafted. It always elicits a self-deprecating laugh, but right now, he’s too tired for even that.

Right now, he can only watch as the x-ray camera follows Ana around the room, from the peace lilies, to an Amazon elephant’s ear, to a strange sculpture made from Coca-Cola cans glued together by what looks like spider-webs.

Too soon, Bruce calls you over to his work station. You follow Bucky, one eye on Ana.

“She’s yours,” Bruce says, and Bucky inhales sharply. Now, you do take his hand, stroke the metal ridges with your calloused thumb. “But she has disproportionately more of your DNA than her mother’s.”

“What does that mean?”

Bruce wrings his hands. “She’s not a complete clone, but nearly a genetic copy. 80% of a clone, if you will.”

Bucky is growing increasingly uncomfortable, shifting next to you. “How’s that possible?”

“You don’t wanna know.”

[not-using-this1]

Don’t shut me out ~ N.Romanoff

Time for another angst/fluff oneshot I think so here you go :)

In which Natasha knows she has feelings for a certain woman on the team, but she knows that she can't and tries to ignore it, avoiding y/n like the plague. Y/N has had enough of being avoided by her and confronts her about it...things get complicated.

Prompts: "Yeah, well, I shut everybody out. Don't take it personally. It's just easier".

Warnings: none

Word count: roughly 1990

She had been trying to avoid her for the passed two weeks, going on missions for Fury, so she didn't have to be around the Avengers tower. But when she was, it was straight to her room that she had or even the training room if that woman was not there.

Y/n L/n, one of the most badass women who could control fire and bend it at her will, a woman she had known for only a few months since y/n was new to the team. In those few months, she had actually formed a friendship with the woman. And that went from one thing to another...The Black Widow started forming 'feelings' for her. It wasn't her fault, she's only human, but Y/n' beautiful h/c and absolutely gorgeous e/c orbs were always in her mind, especially that smile.

Natasha wasn't scared of these feelings per say, she just knew that it was wrong considering that this woman, this adorable, badass woman was a teammate of hers. Sure, she had a relationship with Clint (Hawkeye) but that was before they even joined the Avengers, all they are know is just partners and good friends.

So what made her think this could work out? Nothing, because it can't - that's just a known fact.

Continuosly avoiding her seemed like the better option, shutting out everybody on the team when she was around. Clint had tried to ask her a few times what was going on but like usual she was easily able to make sure he couldn't read her very well.

Walking down the hall to the kitchen of the Avengers tower, she spotted Y/n, Clint, Thor and Bruce. So as quick as she could she went to grab a drink and walked away, disappearing back down the hall to her room. Locking herself into the room. Who needs to be social anyway?

Y/n tried to say a simple 'hi' to her and she knew it. When she walked straight passed her and ignored her, she saw the hurt in her expression no matter how hard she tried to see it Natasha saw through her facade. But it wasn't just saddness, a hint of anger shown through.

Just when the redhead agent thought she could spend some time alone as per usual, somebody knocks on her door. But she doesn't answer it, she pretends as if she isn't there. They will go away eventually - probably, right?

Nope.

"Natasha, what's going on with you? You've been avoiding everyone for a while. I just wanted to know if you were okay." Y/n' soft voice was heard on the other side.

She heard the clear hurt in her voice which made the redhead feel guilt in her heart for what she had been doing, but that was for Y'n' own good. Nat waited for a good few seconds, not replying just to see if y/n had anything else to say.

Of course she did.

"Please Nat, we're all worried. I'm worried." And that just makes it all better does it? The redhead was feeling even more guilty now. She walked up to her door and put a hand on it, her forehead pressed up against it.

A heavy sigh left her lips, what was she supposed to tell her? That the reason she is the way she is because she likes her? No, that's not her. It's so out of her character to admit these things. Natasha never even had 'feelings' like this before, regardless of her past relationships.

Before she could even let her words come out, y/n spoke up once more "Don't shut me out", Oh god Natasha could hear how much she had hurt her, it's all coming out now. Y/n was usually good at keeping her emotions in check but right now in this moment, she couldn't.

"Yeah, well, I shut everybody out. Don't take it personally. It's just easier." Natasha replied, no hint of any real emotion, she just out right and blankly spoke the truth. The redhead was always blunt no matter what, her brutal honesty was an incredible trait and bad trait at times but it did the trick for her. She heard a sudden slam of a hand on the door. "Then stop, Nat! I get it, I've shut people out too, but trust me it isn't easier than telling somebody you trust what's wrong. It will eat you up inside, especially if it's about someone you see almost everyday. Let me in." y/n shouted but rather softly.

"Please, trust me." Y/n added softly. That's all she wanted from the redhead, to be trusted, to be let in. She already knew of her past that barrier was down but a new one was made up when Natasha started shutting out once more. Nat sighed heavily again, turning the lock on her door so the door could be opened. But the question is, will she open the door? And let the woman she is so madly in love with in?

Or does she want to continue shutting everybody out and risk losing her?

"Natasha, please." Y/n whispered just enough for Natasha to be able to hear through the closed door. The h/c avenger sighed, she was trying to be as paitient with the redhead as much as she could, honestly she would wait for her forever to open up if she had to but maybe right now wasn't a good time for it, maybe Natasha needed longer. "Take your time, just...please don't ignore me anymore, don't ignore any of us." Just as y/n was about to leave, Natasha door opened and she was pulled inside.

Both women looked at one another, never taking their eyes off each other. Their eyes perfectly trained on one another, before Nat sighed and looked away sitting on the end of her bed. Y/n joined her, and the two of them sat in silence.

One of them eventually had to break it but neither seemed like they wanted to, but y/n stepped in when she saw that Natasha could no longer hold her expressionless facade up when she was around her. "Nat, tell me what's wrong." It wasn't even a question now, more of a demand but in the nicest way possible with such a soft voice behind it. Frankly, the woman was clearly getting annoyed with her.

Again with the sighing, Nat tried to look directly at y/n and hold her gaze but all she could do was take small glances every now and then, taking out her beautiful red hair from the messy bun, trying to distract herself, this wasn't even going to work but it was worth a try, anyway.

Another moment of pure silence crept over the two women, Natasha was mentally preparing herself. All thoughts running around in her mind at once, something telling her to just tell her because she just couldn't 'lose' this woman, especially not right now...quite possibly not ever.

"I've been having these feelings, feelings I have honestly felt so strongly about even in my past relationships with men. I don't know how to comprehend them" Natasha started to explain, she probably worded it wrong but who cares? The wall she put up in her emotions was starting to crack and crumble on the ground once again ever since y/n became apart of the team...apart of her life. Remembering that entire month she pretended to 'hate' her when she was just being cautious, to getting to know her, sparring and kicking each others asses, to then even going out places together, and even missions. Those few times Natasha took y/n to her favourite coffee shop in New York.

God, why was this so hard?

"Okay, so first tell me what you're feeling." Y/n broke the silence, she wasn't so sure how to deal with either, none of them were very good with feelings and that much was obvious. "Seriously? Do I have to say it?" Natasha rolled her eyes, she really didn't want to say that four letter word that she never got used to. But y/n nodded, she had to say it either way. "Ugh fine".

"Любовь" She didn't want to say it in english, so she used her first language, russian. Hoping that y/n didn't understand a word she had just said, but the twist was she knew exactly what she meant.

"Love, right. You do realise I took russian, chinese, latin and spanish in high school right and continued them in college before being recruited to SHIELD?" y/n laughed. Natasha cured at herself quietly, thinking she got away with that. The redhead agent should've known that she was smarter then that. "So whose the man you like?" Wow what a way to assume things. Now, Natasha could just go with the fact that y/n had just called her love interest a 'man' and lie completely...but that wasn't the truth, besides she really does like her.

Natasha lightly chuckled at the h/c avengers last statement making her raise an eyebrow in question, not knowing why the redhead found that even remotely funny.

"Bold of you to assume it's a man." She laughed before going back to being all serious. "This was a mistake." Her mood changed so quickly that y/n didn't even have time to comprehend what the hell was happening. Natasha had grabbed her and walked her over to the closed door to basically kick her out...but before she could y/n got in front of the door.

"No, you have to trust me. Do you?" She asked.

Of course Natasha does, but she just doesn't know how to open up about this at all. The woman she loves is standing in front of her and this isn't easy, it never is. The agent simply nods her head staying quiet. "Just tell me about them, the way you know best." Tell her about them? How the fuck is she supposed to do that? It would be so much easier if she just showed her but what if she didn't like her back?

Oh fuck it.

Natasha wasted no more time, grabbing the back of y/n' neck with her hand and pulling her in for a kiss, not sure if this was the right move. Y/n was taken aback by the action but before she could even kiss Natasha back, the redhead pulled away regretting her decsion. "I am so sorry that was-"

"Shut up" Y/n spoke pulling Nat back into a kiss. They kised each other with such passion that Natasha backed y/n up against the door, trapping her between her and the door. Pulling away Nat smirked "don't tell me to shut up." She added.

Y/n laughed "when were you going to tell me?" She added, knowing full well what she meant Natasha kissed her for a good few seconds again.

"I wasn't but now I'm glad I did it through actions." Natasha replied with a small smile forming in her lips.

"Promise not to shut me out again, okay? Because I'm here for you, we all are."

Natasha knew that, but she couldn't make that promise, not now. Maybe if she was a different person she could but right now that wasn't going to happen. "Kiss me again?" Natasha replied.

Y/n couldn't say no to her, so she pulled her back in this time taking some control of the kiss until Natasha got comfortable and took over completely.