#they've been pushing and finding legal ways to keep me longer without giving me a permanent contract but it legally won't be possible after

[albonium]

in other news i might be jobless in september lol

[galaxysupreme17]

Scarlet Widow

Okay, so I have been on an Avengers and Criminal Minds binge. I was pacing around my room thinking of writing prompts, and a crossover between the two came to my mind, and I needed to get it out before I forgot. This is Emily Prentiss X Tara Lewis. (I love Temily). This is also the x daughter!Reader!!

Y/n Danvers had lived many lives in her seventeen years. Trained in the Black Widow program from the tender age of five, she had seen more hardship and danger than most people experienced in a lifetime. 

Rescued at fifteen by Natasha Romanoff and Clint Barton, she found solace and guidance under Natasha's care until she was legally an adult. Now, Nick Fury, the ever-watchful director of SHIELD, had given her a new mission: infiltrate the BAU and gather intelligence on a rogue agent named James Monroe.

James Monroe had been suspected of targeting various federal bureaus, and SHIELD was next on his list after the BAU. He used his status to collect young kids and send them to train in Hydra or the Black Widow Program. Y/n's mission was clear, but it was complicated by her assignment to live undercover with two foster mothers, Emily Prentiss and Tara Lewis, both prominent members of the BAU.

In the foster system, Y/n had been taken in by Emily and Tara. At first, it was just another mission. But over ten months, Y/n had grown attached to the two women who had become her foster mothers. They had no idea their new daughter was the Scarlet Widow, an Avenger with unparalleled combat skills.

Emily and Tara treated Y/n with kindness and care, giving her a sense of stability she hadn't felt in years. They attended her school events, celebrated her successes, and provided comfort during tough times. Y/n felt like a normal teenager for the first time in a long while despite the weight of her secret.

Late one evening, Y/n sat in her room, scrolling through her phone. The glow of the screen illuminated her face as she messaged Natasha.

Y/n: I don't know how much longer I can keep this secret from them, Nat. They've been so good to me.

Natasha: I know it's tough, kid. But you're doing this to protect them and many others. Stay strong.

Y/n: I know. It's just... they're starting to feel like real family.

Natasha: That's a good thing, Y/n. It means you're healing. Just remember, you can always talk to me. We're in this together.

Y/n: Thanks, Nat. I don't know what I'd do without you.

Natasha: You'd probably be even more of a badass than you already are. 😉

Y/n smiled, feeling a warmth in her chest. Natasha had always been like a big sister to her, guiding her, protecting her, and pushing her to be her best. Their bond was unbreakable, forged in the fires of their shared experiences.

Y/n: How's everything at HQ?

Natasha: Busy as always. Clint's been teaching the new recruits some archery tricks. You'd love to see it.

Y/n: I miss you guys.

Natasha: We miss you too. Just focus on the mission for now. We'll have a big reunion when this is all over.

Y/n: Deal. Stay safe, Nat.

Natasha: You too, Y/n. Remember, if you need anything, I'm just a call away.

The next day, the BAU team was called to a scene that quickly became a nightmare. Held hostage by James Monroe's partner, Jessica Black, the team found themselves in dire straits.

"Everyone stay calm," Aaron Hotchner ordered, trying to maintain control. "We'll find a way out of this."

In a nearby park, Y/n received a call from Agent Coulson. "Y/n, the team is in trouble. Jessica Black has them hostage. You need to reveal yourself and take them down."

Y/n's heart raced. This was the moment she had dreaded and prepared for. She suited up in her combat uniform, the familiar feel of her gear grounding her. She was no longer just Y/n Danvers; she was the Scarlet Widow.

The compound was heavily guarded, but Y/n moved through it with the precision and agility drilled into her during her years of training. She dispatched guards with swift, calculated moves, her senses on high alert.

Inside the building, Jessica noticed the disturbance on the security monitors. "James," she called, "we have company."

James turned his attention to the monitors, a sly smile creeping across his face. "Well, well, well, if it isn't the Scarlet Widow. Or is it Y/n?"

Tara looked at him, confused. "What are you talking about?"

James chuckled. "Your little foster daughter has quite the secret."

Emily and Tara exchanged worried glances. "What secret?" Emily demanded.

"You'll see soon enough," James said, returning to the screen.

Y/n moved through the corridors, her focus unwavering. She reached the door to the room where the BAU team was being held and took a deep breath. This was it.

She burst through the door, gun drawn. "Everyone, stay down!"

James laughed. "Well, well, well, if it isn't the Scarlet Widow. Or is it Y/n?"

"Shut up, James," Y/n snapped, her eyes narrowing.

"What are you going to do? You don't have the rest of your team here."

"I don't need them. I can handle myself pretty well."

"Sure you can. Why don't you remove that mask and show our guests who you truly are?"

"Stop talking," Y/n growled, her patience wearing thin.

She lunged at James, their fight a blur of fists and kicks. Jessica joined in, and Y/n found herself outnumbered but undeterred. She fought with a ferocity that came from years of training and a deep-seated need to protect those she cared about.

James managed to pin Y/n down at one point, ripping her mask off. Emily and Tara gasped as they recognized their foster daughter.

"Y/n?" Tara whispered, her voice trembling.

Y/n didn't let the revelation slow her down. She kicked James off her, using the momentum to flip back onto her feet. She moved with deadly precision, taking down Jessica and James in a series of swift, calculated moves. Within moments, both were on the floor, tied up and subdued.

"Agent Coulson, the room is secure," Y/n spoke into her comms. "You can bring in the rest of the agents."

Coulson and a team of SHIELD agents stormed in, quickly securing the area. Y/n ran over to Emily and Tara, her heart pounding. "Are you both okay?"

Emily and Tara nodded, still in shock. "Y/n, we had no idea," Emily said, her voice breaking.

"I'm sorry I didn't tell you," Y/n replied, her eyes full of emotion. "I had to keep it a secret."

Coulson approached, calling Y/n to the side. "Fury wants you back for a new mission," he said quietly.

Y/n glanced at Emily and Tara, who talked with JJ and Matt. They all took glances at her and Coulson. "Tell Fury no. I need to clean some things up here."

Coulson nodded, understanding. "Take the time you need."

As Coulson walked away, Emily and Tara approached, unsure what to say. They just stood there for a moment, the weight of the situation settling in. Y/n looked at them, tears welling up in her eyes, and immediately fell into their arms, hugging them tightly. Emily started checking Y/n for any severe injuries, her maternal instincts kicking in.

"Are you hurt?" Emily asked, her hands gently inspecting Y/n's face and arms.

"I'm okay, really," Y/n assured her, a small smile on her lips.

Back at the BAU, the team gathered in the conference room. Y/n stood at the front, taking a deep breath. "It's okay to ask questions," she said, her voice steady.

Before anyone could speak, Penelope Garcia burst through the door. "I found out everything about Y/n!" she exclaimed, waving a folder. "Emily and Tara asked me to look into her background."

The team smiled, and Y/n nodded at Penelope to continue. "Go ahead, Penelope."

Penelope explained Y/n's history, from her early years in the Black Widow program to her rescue by Natasha and Clint. Y/n filled in the details, explaining her training and the mission that brought her to the BAU. Emily and Tara listened intently, taking in every word.

As the meeting ended and everyone left, Emily and Tara lingered. "What does this mean for our little family?" Emily asked softly, looking at Y/n with concern.

[phantomwarrior12]

Uncertain

A flirtation.

Is that all this was?

The Young Wolf sits on the edge of the platform, fingers tracing over the elegant engravings along Hawkmoon's barrel. Their mind alight with that night by the fire. The night they drank and laughed and became more comfortable with Crow than they've been with anyone - anyone other than Cayde.

With the Exo, it was a friendship. A trust-bound connection that they sought out in an otherwise lonely existence. A feeling of familiarity, of warmth, of playful ribbing and shared respect.

But with Crow?

With Crow, it is fierce and sparking. It is heated and eager and everything that frightens them. There is no rage that lingers from the Prison but there is a sense of uncertainty. A spark they are unsure whether to fan or quash when it comes to the former Prince. 

So, their anger isn't a factor. But their trust? Their aching fear that it's impossible for Crow to feel such things for them because of his past. When he finds out their role in Uldren's death, could he still look into their eyes with warmth and affection?

They're afraid it's impossible. 

And yet, they can hope, can't they?

Another trace over the feather before they slide it into their holster and push themselves up to their feet. The Annex is quiet this time of night, and they wonder if the Drifter keeps it that way or it's a coincidence.

No guards down here. Just…cleaning bots and the Dredgen.

They venture near the room, peering inside to see him occupied with a crate of what cannot possibly be legal goods. They note Spider's sigil on the side and know.

"You gonna stand there all night or come ask your questions, Guardian?" Drifter calls without lifting his head, still inspecting the case.

They step inside awkwardly, meandering over to the crate to peek inside.

It doesn't look to be anything particularly harmful.

"If you're here for Gambit, 'fraid it's all done for tonight."

They shake their head, reaching into a crate to investigate before the Dredgen bats their hand away.

"Ah, ah. Not for touchin', Chosen One."

Their head tilts curiously but they recoil all the same. They stand in silence as Drifter continues his inventory, not at all bothered by their presence nor inclined to hide anything about what he's doing.

"You know, you come down here for the quiet an awful lot."

Their head tilts, silently prodding him to continue.

"I imagine there's a lot you gotta think about." Drifter hoists another crate up from the floor and removes the lid.

They peek inside - that looks particularly dangerous. Their spine straightens a little at the Eliksni detonators but Drifter just keeps on with his inventory.

"How's things with Spider's enforcer? I hear Osiris hooked him up with a comfy position at Zavala's side."

They shrug noncommittally, opting to avoid investigating any more crates for deniability reasons. Instead, they prop themselves against the railing, but their gaze still lingers on the Dredgen while he works.

"Trouble in paradise?"

They shake their head.

"At some point, you're gonna give me a verbal answer, Chosen One." He heckles and they snort. "Ghost can't always speak for ya. You gotta make yourself clear."

The Young Wolf casts their eyes around the room, drumming fingers against the railing behind them. He has a point as much as they hate to admit and a conversation only works if both parties contribute.

Are they looking for a conversation though? Or is this a distraction to keep them from the H.E.L.M. just a bit longer?

Crow will be working late and–

"That son of a bitch," Drifter chuckles softly, hands settling on his hips as he gazes down into the crate.

The Guardian pushes off the railing and moves to his side, following his gaze to the contents. Some appears to be missing - perhaps Spider took a cut? Or intentionally shorted Drifter.

"Guess I'm paying the Tangled Shore a visit in the morning." He looks over at them, "Care to join?"

They shake their head. Their presence may make things worse. They haven't been back to the shore since they freed Crow - they can't imagine Spider would be very pleased to see them again so soon.

"Oh, right. You pissed Spider off the last time you set foot there."

Thank the Traveler that Drifter can fill in the blanks on his own.

He shrugs and sighs before moving to another crate. "You gonna spend all night down here?"

He doesn't turn so there's no point in shaking their head. They meander back over by the railing, idly skimming over objects laid out on the table.

"Silent as ever, I see." Drifter remarks, "Well, if you're gonna hover, you may as well help."

…maybe this isn't the distraction they want. If Zavala catches wind, they could be pressed about what exactly Drifter has smuggled in and they don't want their loyalties strained either way.

So, they move toward the door with an apologetic look.

Drifter laughs, "That's one way to get rid of you. One thing before you go, hero."

They pause near the threshold and turn to face him.

"Whatever's eatin' at ya? Face it headlong. Uncertainty gets ya killed, especially in our line of work."

They smile slightly, giving a solemn nod before the Dredgen moves back to his inventory and the Guardian begins their ascent toward the hanger.

Drifter gives surprisingly good advice, even if he assumes it has to do with a life or death situation. They should face whatever this is with Crow, head on.

It'll be better for both of them and they'd be lying if they said the possibilities didn't both excite and entice them.

So, to the H.E.L.M. they go before doubt can dig its claws back into them.

Crow is at his station, going over files. The Guardian strides in, they're certain he's heard their approach but he doesn't turn. They entertain the idea of winding their arms around him, holding him close as a greeting but perhaps when he's less jumpy.

They ease against the console beside him, propping themselves there with a smile.

It takes a moment but sunset lifts from the files and drifts to their features. There's a line of worry along his brow, a solemn furrow that all but vanishes when their eyes lock.

"Guardian, I didn't know you were dropping in tonight–"

They hold out their hand abruptly and the Hunter looks from the outstretched appendage to their eyes once more before accepting it.

Their smile broadens as they straighten to their full height, leaning down a bit to press a soft kiss to his knuckles. 

Crow blushed, simply put. His face flooded a soft rose and his eyes diverted immediately. But he's smiling. A gentle, sheepish, giddy sort of smile.

They love it.

"W-what was that for?"

They squeeze his hand, slowly maneuvering fingers into an entwined state. His eyes are entranced with the shift of leather against skin.

"Guardian?"

Their title a whisper on his lips.

They shift half a step closer, their free hand lifting. Fingers hook beneath his chin, tenderly tilting his head up until sunset finds their own eyes.

How many times could they get lost in that vibrant color? That spark of something defiant and strong and warm and sweet all at once.

Crow's eyes suit him.

It's a stupid thing to say. Thankfully, it never makes it to their lips.

They register his other hand cupping their jaw and then they move.

Impulsive. Impatient. Intent.

They kiss him and he melts beneath their fingertips. They kiss him and his hand slips free of theirs and traces up their forearm to the base of their skull. They kiss him and he returns it, eagerly, lovingly - everything they've always wanted.

It sparks and flourishes and the next instant, they've stumbled back against the console and broken away if only to preserve the expensive equipment.

But their hands remain in place. Their foreheads meet and breath intermingles. 

Crow is the first to laugh. It's not in embarrassment or discomfort. It's…relieved, almost. So full of life and yet, so quiet to avoid shattering their comfortable silence.

"That was–"

They smile, closing their eyes as a thumb traces along his chin, up his jawline and back down. 

He doesn't try to finish the sentence. They both know. They can feel it.

The Guardian tucks a few strands of silver back away from his face before they kiss his cheekbone softly.

Crow leans into the contact. His fingers trace slowly along the base of their skull before he sighs softly.

"We should…probably not do this here."

The Guardian chuckles softly, gently kissing down his cheek, to his jaw and then his neck. The Hunter’s breath hitches for an instant.

His fingers snap up to their shoulders, bracing himself as the Guardian slowly circles back to his lips.

One more caress. One last tender kiss to tide them over before they finally withdraw.

They retreat a few steps, giving Crow space to process. His eyes are on them but his hands hover in a half extended reach before he recoils and they fall to his sides.

Did they break him? 

Concern flashes across their features, a tightness welling in their chest and throat as panic tugs at the edge of their sanity.

Crow?

They take half a step forward and it's enough for him to snap out of whatever daze the Young Wolf accidentally put him into.

"I–" he hesitates, shaking his head and clears his throat. "I had no idea you felt that way…about me."

They smile ever so slightly. A shy, nervous sort of smile as their brow rises a fraction.

"I suppose you're wondering how I feel about this? About," his eyes lock with theirs, "you."

They nod slowly but gesture vaguely as if to say there isn't a rush.

They know this was sudden but the Drifter has a way of helping them make decisions whether he realizes it or not. 

Maybe that’s the reason they went to see him. Subconsciously, they knew he was the right call to help them with this.

"I'm," Crow takes a deep breath and they nod encouragingly. "I'm new to this sort of thing. Not a lot of…options on the Shore." They share a soft chuckle. "That being said, I enjoy your company, Guardian. I enjoy working at your side, being close." He rubs the back of his neck with a shy smile, " And I enjoyed that. But, I'm not sure where that would leave us–"

The Guardian shakes their head and steps closer. Their hands settle on his shoulder and they nod and smile. Their way of assuring him they are in no rush - that they will be patient and limit themselves to what he's comfortable with. In fact, he gets to take lead on that sort of thing.

They will show him how much they care but they don't expect him to know how he feels about them just yet.

His hand settles over one of their own and he smiles, nodding back. 

"I know, Guardian. Thank you."

Of course, Little Light.

They hug him gently, enjoying the warmth of his embrace for a time.

None of this is perfect. Neither of them are completely ahold of their uncertainties when it comes to this, whatever this is. But they will navigate it together.

After all, the Drifter was right about one thing: they must face these things head on.

And with Crow at their side, how could they fail?

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