#wanda and steve have a daughter

[soldierandawar]

people gotta be more fr on age gaps in fictional media.

[moonymeloncholymoney]

- love Joaquin :))

summary: what happens when Y/n stark, who has given up on love, meets the physical embodiment of sunlight Joaquin Torres only for her father to find out what they were doing ;) warnings: nothing just pure awkward fluff. Also please don't judge this is my first fic i have ever written but i am always open to constructive criticism :)). English is not my first language please don't mind the grammatical mistakes. word limit: 12.1 k (i am sorry 😭)

To say that the war was tiring was an understatement because not only did it put everyone’s life at risk but it also left everyone exhausted. Some bound with the trauma of fighting with extra-terrestrial beings like Peter and some just tired of war like Bucky. But the wait was over and so was the war. Everyone you ever loved was right beside you, standing strong as ever. Your dad was fine and so was Natasha. Yes, Steve was gone and yes, you did miss him a lot but you understood why he left, he left for love. Love that you had never experienced, love that never found its way to your heart. You saw love everywhere around you. You felt it lingering in the silent glances that your dad gave Pepper, the way Wanda saw home in Vision and in the way Clint fought for Laura. You craved for that love, the one where the noise numbs down and the only thing ringing in your ear is the echo of sweet nothings whispered by the one you love, by the one who loves you. But after years of trying to find that love in one-night stands, open ended situationships and an unhealthy amount of time on dating sites, you gave up. There is a saying that love finds you once you stop looking for it, well you didn’t know how much of it was true until you met him.

You were working on a new A.I system with your father in the tower when his presence hit you like warm sunlight on a bitter winter day. His skin was the color of honey, his eyes hues of coffee brown and a smile brighter than June summer. He came in with Sam, who after taking up the mantle of the new cap had to pass down his legacy to someone younger and that someone being him. Joaquin was his name. “Joaquin”, you said quietly to yourself as he and Sam conversed with your dad. His name rolled off your tongue with such ease almost as if it belonged there. “Yes?”, Joaquin answered at hearing his name. Even though it being just merely above a whisper, your voice caught him and latched onto him. Both Sam and Tony turned to look at you. You were not one to be anxious, especially for a boy but something about how his voice turned out to be even sweeter than you had imagined and that both your dad and Sam’s attention was on you, made you a little weak in the knees making you almost trip on your step as you tried stand straighter. “Oh umm nothing, I- uh I think you have a very beautiful name that’s all”, you said while removing the glasses perched on your nose. The statement raised eyebrows of the two silghtly older men in the room and smile from Joaquin. “Thanks- uh thanks a lot. I am sorry you are?” said Joaquin as he took a few steps in your direction “Y/N” you said as you smiled at him. “Y/N, as in the Y/N Stark? The one who helped in making vision? And so much of the stark industries tech during the battle of earth?” “in the flesh.” Your introduction sure made him raise his hand forward to greet yours but clearly your father had other plans. “ I am Joaquin, which already you know by now, I really appreciate your work.” But before you could shake his hand you dear father had already appeared between the two of you. “Okay birdboy, you better show me what you got before you continue to do whatever it is you’re doing with my daughter.” He said while pointing at Joaquin. “oh my god dad please” you said whispering into Tony’s ear, for some reason you felt like a teenager in an adult’s body trying to make sure your dad doesn’t embarrass you in front of your new found crush. “Sure sir, will do” he said while staring directly in your eyes and winked as he followed Tony into the lab across where you were working. “Looks like someone’s got a little crush…” said Sam in the most sing song voice ever while making his way to the lab, making you jump slightly. “Stop seriously, not funny” you said while harboring the small smile on your face as you got back to work, “Whatever you say nerd, whatever you say” Sam said while raising his hands in defeat and receiving the most unserious glare from you ever causing him to chuckle his way out of there. Looks like you had developed somewhat of a crush.

Both Joaquin and Sam had started to spend most of their time in the stark tower as they were working on both of their new suits and trying to get intel on a new group of rebels which were trying to steal admantium from the American government which therefore required a lot of your help. You could feel his stare on you sometimes but the moment you looked back he would be quick to glance away. He thought you were…ethereal. He had been attracted to people before but this was different, he couldn’t get himself to not look at you at least 50 times a day. He was drawn to you in a way he couldn’t understand and he couldn’t stop admiring you anytime you came into the lab. The way your hair fell in front your face when you worked, the way you bit the top of your pencil when you had to really focus and the way your laugh echoed through the walls of the lab when his eminent ant-man fanboy came out. He liked looking at crease that formed between your eyebrows when you concentrated, oh and he loved the dimple that formed when- “You’re gonna burn a hole into her face if you keep staring at her like that.” said Sam startling Joaquin out of his lovesick gaze. “pphhf, please I was not-I wasn’t staring”, “Sure, you were totally not looking at her like she was a damn piece of cheesecake.” Sam said as his eyebrows went flying to the ceiling. “look man, you are a great guy, pretty decent looking too so you better man up and ask her out cause you’re not the only person in the queue who would want to go on a date with her.” Joaquin listen to Sam’s advice while he mustered up the courage to ask him, “how?...i mean how do I even ask her out dude she is…y/n you know? What if I am not up to her standards man? I mean she is after all Tony stark’s daughter” he said while shutting his laptop down and turning completely to face Sam. “Just be yourself dude.” “be yourself? What kind of garbage advise is that!”, “You know what kid? Figure it out yourself. I’m out of here” Sam pointed his pencil towards joaquin before getting up from his chair and walking outside the room, “HEY, hey man don’t leave me hanging here! Sam! Come on bro…great” joaquin popped back into his seat when he was startled once again by a new voice. “He’s not wrong you know?” said Nat. “OH MY GOD, wow umm miss-no uhh ma’am. hello black widow ma’am, hi I am” “Joaquin I know, tony told me about the new falcon” Nat entered the room with an apple in her hand and pointed towards Y/N, “she likes danishes, strawberry ones specifically.”, “yes ma’am” he said while taking out a worn out small notebook form his back pocket. “iced coffee, room temperature and no ice, also try to get more cream on top if you can” she said while swirling her hands in the air, “mhhmm” he said while scribbling into his notebook. “Oh and one more thing” she says while leaning towards his desk in front of him, “don’t hurt her. I haven’t retired yet.” Joaquin gulped a little before violently nodding his head, “Good” Nat said while walking out of the room. Joaquin sighed and slid back into his seat after checking if no one else was in the room this time.

It was nice working with someone your age, someone who understood you a bit better than people who even though you loved were way older than you. He was sweet, really sweet. It was funny cause it was generally you who had to make sure if everyone was doing fine. If Sam had his morning coffee or not, if Tony took his meds, If Nat hadn’t overworked herself and Bucky was regularly going to his therapy sessions or not. So, it was an unexpected but extremely sweet surprise when you found a note stuck to your laptop with a box of strawberry Danishes and an iced coffee on the side. You read the note, ‘Danishes, strawberry ones specifically. For when you work those extra nights for us. Thank you so much Y/N we couldn’t have done it without you. - Joaquin :)) ps: also just for general knowledge, what exactly would be your favourite kind of flowers?.’ You let out a breathy chuckle while reading the last line when you felt your vision getting blurry. You knew people appreciated the work you did but it wasn’t every day that people acknowledged it. “Thats sweet”, you jumped when you saw Nat behind you staring at you with a cheeky look on her face. “oh my god Natasha you really got to stop doing this” you say as you put a hand to your chest and look beside you where Nat was now standing. “What helping my dear friend find love because she deserves it?”, “No, scaring people by appearing out of nowhere”, you stood up straight and picked up the box of strawberry danishes and offered one to her. “So…you told him I like strawberry danishes didn’t you?”, “I have no idea what you’re talking about”, “mhhmm shure” you said with mouth full of danishes. “he is a good kid you know…a hot one too” Natasha said while picking a Danish up and popping it in her mouth. “NATASHA” you almost choked on your Danish and had to take a sip of the coffee you were bought. “what don’t act like you haven’t been undressing him with your eyes” she poked your shoulder and went to sit down on your rotating chair. You coughed violently before speaking up, “First of all, what is wrong with you and secondly no I haven’t been undressing him with my eyes” you said quietly trying to avoid her gaze. Nat stood from her chair and faced you, “Look sweetheart I know how feel, you don’t want to get your heart broken like before but that doesn’t mean you devoid yourself of ever experiencing love again and who is telling you to marry him? Just one date, try it out. He might turn out to be the Ron to your Hermione, you know what I mean?” you laughed loudly as you asked, “You’ve read harry potter?”, “yeah who hasn’t read harry potter dude I am a proud slytherin”, “okay Nat well for your information I consider you the Ron to my Harry”, you said while you engulfed her into a hug from the side and kept your head on her shoulder, “I told myself I would never cry but I think this moment might be worth it”, said Nat while hugging you back. “think about it okay?” she said quietly while getting out of the hug and walking towards the door. “mhmm I will” you said as you slowly sat down on your chair with a slight smile on your face. “also y/n” Nat said suddenly appearing from the hallway, peeking through the door, “yes?”. “I love you” she said looking into your eyes, “I love you too nat. so very much”, you said as you went back to your work feeling a little bit happier than before.

Days passed and Joaquin's nervousness increased day by day as there was no reply to his note and because he knew that the moment his suit was made he would have to stop coming by anymore and most probably miss his chance of ever asking you out. That was until today when after a slight malfunction with his suit he came to visit the stark tower. “umm Mr stark, I actually wanted your help with…” You were working in the lab when you heard him enter the room and looked up from your files when you saw him in his suit and you may or may not have been undressing him with your eyes in that moment. Damn it, Nat. “I can help you with…” you said as you took slow but deliberate steps towards him. “umm the wings, the wings are very tight- a bit a bit tight actually” he said stuttering a bit as he somehow managed to look into your y/e/c eyes. “the wings right” you stood exactly right in front of him only a mere inches apart as you raised your hand and put it right behind his shoulder and unclipped his suit. His eyes flickered right down to your lips wondering how they must feel against his exactly when your eyes scanned his face, all his freckles and spots coming right into view. “Lilies”, you whispered into the small space between the two of you, “what?” his eyes widened as he realized that he had finally gotten a response out of you, “general knowledge.” you slowly went behind him and hugged him from behind only to unclip the front portion of his suit, “right…”, he said while turning his head to the side to face you. “I also like dinner, Italian preferably.” You said as you came back to face him as the upper portion of his suit falls onto the ground leaving him in nothing but the lower portion of his suit and the dog tags that dangled from his bare chest. “yes ma’am” he said in a voice that made your stomach do a strange flip. He looked straight at your lips and asked while leaning in to your ear with a sudden new found courage, “and desert?” you turned to face him, brushing his nose in the process of doing so and did not waste time in closing the distance between the both of you. One hand finding its way to his hair and one remaining steady on his chest as one of his arms found your waist and the other one cupped your face. The kiss was anything but rough, it was slow, passionate a little messy but it was worth the wait. He could taste the slightly bitter taste of coffee and certain sweetness as you gave him access to your mouth. The both of you fit like pieces of a puzzle, moving in unison like a single entity almost as if you could be morphed into one. Joaquin smiled into the kiss when- “OH MY GOD WHAT” Tony screamed as he stopped mid-way covering his eyes with one hand while peeking from his fingers. The two of you sprung apart as you fixed your hair and Joaquin tried to hide his bare chest by picking up his fallen suit from the ground. “Dad listen”, “Mr stark i-,” “nope, no I don’t want to hear it, I go for five minutes to eat a burrito and you both are already trying to make more stark babies yeah no not under my watch.” He said while holding up a finger like an angry mother hen. “Chicken head you’re out and you miss are going to help me in the lab instead eating people’s face off”, you covered your head with your hand, “Dad oh my god”, you turned to Joaquin to help him get the rest of his suit form the ground as you whispered a quite bye. Joaquin picked his suit up and walked out of the lab when he felt something under one of the parts of his suit, a note. ‘I’ll be ready at 8 birdboy ;) - Y/N <3 ' A small smile appeared on his face as he turned back to look at the lab only to find you already looking in his direction. He raised the small note in his hand, waving it gently and received a wink from your side. He laughed and turned back to walk out of the lab with a certain jump in his step. Looked like he had some thanking to do, oh and date to plan.

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[raven-dor]

i can't help but love you

in which pietro maximoff falls for his coworker...

PAIRING: pietro maximoff x fem!reader, tony stark x daughter!reader

WARNINGS: arguing, oblivious nature, more arguing, tension, angst, avoiding, jealousy, fluff ending!!

WORD COUNT: 2.6k

🎶 : war of hearts - ruelle

AN: ♥️💗 - i guess there's no civil war au with this? like everyone lives in the tower and nothing bad ever happened - yippee right?! anyways, enjoy!!

“Maximoff!” 

Y/N Stark’s voice rang clear through the 59th floor of the Avengers Tower, and Wanda laughed as she stalked into the living room. “What has he done now?” 

“Your brother-” The girl was practically fuming. “Has destroyed my project.” 

“Lies.” The speedster stood near the glass doors that led to the landing pad. “She is lying.” 

“Don't.” Y/N hissed, approaching the speedster with murderous intent. “You know what you did.” 

“Please enlighten me as to what I have done.”

“I swear to god, Pietro.” Her voice was ragged, and Wanda frowned. Her friend’s normally witty disposition was nowhere to be seen. “I stayed up all night working on that- it had just started working, and you- you-” 

“What’s going on?” Steve’s voice cut through the tension the pair had so expertly built. They refused to face the Captain, opting to glare at each other menacingly. “Either of you care to explain?” 

Neither moved, as if they were in one of those gun fights in those westerns Clint loved so much. Wanda sighed, giving up on her peace and quiet. “Pietro destroyed Y/N’s project.” 

“I stayed up all night working on it.” Y/N whined, still glaring at Pietro. 

Steve sighed, placing his hands on his hips. Y/N would have teased him for acting like her father in any other circumstance. “Pietro, you can’t keep doing this.” 

“It is not my fault little Stark gets so angry. It was just a little fun.”

“Just a little fun, huh?” Pietro nodded, smirking. “I’m going to-” Y/N’s hand was itching to punch the Sokovian in the stomach.

“I think you need to take a break.” Steve intervened, eyeing her clenched hand with fear. “I’ll deal with him, don’t worry.” 

“He-” She squeezed her eyes shut before nodding sharply. “Fine.” 

Steve waited until she was out of view to address the speedster. “Maximoff.” 

He was still smirking. “Yes, Captain?” 

“The whole ‘bullying the girl because you like her’ routine is getting old. There are easier ways to get her attention.” 

Wanda laughed as her brother’s cheeks grew bright red. “What?” 

“She’ll never forgive you if you keep messing with her projects. They’re important to her, and-” He huffed, placing a hand on Pietro’s shoulder. “Just go easy on her, okay? You know how hard she’s been working.” 

Pietro nodded, cheeks still bright. “Yes, sir.” 

Normally, mission debriefs went smoother.

Keyword, normally. 

Wanda had always noticed this, the tension between the two, but after this particular meeting, it became clear to everyone. She reminded herself to start a betting pool after Steve finished the debrief.

“You can’t be serious, Cap.” 

“I am serious.” Steve sighed. “It makes the most sense. With your expertise and his-”

“Steve…” It seemed Y/N was not below begging. “Anyone but him, please.” 

“That desperate to escape me, Princessa?” Pietro wiggled his eyebrows. “You know you-” 

“Don’t.” She raised her hand, cutting him off. “Don’t you dare finish that sentence.” 

Tony watched with mild fascination, leaning back in his chair. Natasha leaned over, whispering in his ear. “What’s going on with those two?” 

“I’ll die out there.” Y/N cried. “He doesn’t care about watching my back.” 

“Hold on-” Pietro looked mildly offended. 

“I don’t know what exactly happened between the two of you, but Pietro would never leave you to die.” Steve looked stern. “You know that.” 

Pietro nodded, not that that reassured her in the slightest.

“Fine.” She huffed. “Whatever, just continue, I guess.” 

Steve smiled, looking back at the screen. “Thank you. As I was saying-” 

The rest of the team hadn’t missed the way Pietro stared at Y/N, eyes wide like a kicked puppy’s. And Tony hadn’t missed the way his daughter’s eyes lit up when she ‘glared’ at the Sokovian.

“ETA?”

“Five minutes, tops.” Y/N unplugged the hard drive, stuffing it in her pocket. “Just got the drive.” 

Pietro looked nervously out the door. “Hurry, Princessa.” 

“Stop calling me that.”

“Princessa?” He raised an eyebrow. “Are you not-” 

“Just stop, alright?” 

Pietro nodded. “Fine. Are you finished?” 

She shook the drive that laid in her palm. “I’ve been finished. Thought you were supposed to be up to speed, Quicksilver.” Walking past him and toward the doorway, she almost gasped when his hand wrapped around her wrist, pulling her back. “What the hell is your prob-” 

“Do you trust me?” 

She’d been caught off guard by that question, replying before she could even truly think about her answer. “Of course.” 

“What’s taking so long, you two?” Her father’s voice rang over the comms. “Can’t keep the Quinjet here forever.” 

She peeled her eyes away from Pietro’s, staring at the doorway. “Relax, old man.”

Pietro put his hand around her neck, pulling her flush against him. Her cheeks flushed. “What are you doing?”

“Just-” He looked down, smiling lightly. “You said you trust me.” 

She nodded slowly. “Do we need to get your hearing checked?” 

“Don't let go.” 

“Okay.” She tried to ignore the way her stomach flipped when he looked at her. 

The New York skyline was so beautiful in the middle of the night. Her legs dangled over the edge of the balcony as she stared out at the people below. 

“What are you doing awake?” 

She jumped, clutching her chest. “Jesus, Maximoff.” She shook her head. “You can’t just pop out of nowhere like that.”

He laughed. “Did I startle you?” 

“No.” She deadpanned. “That’s why I jumped.” 

“Perhaps you should not sit by the edge then.” 

She rolled her eyes, slapping his arm half-heartedly. “What’s got you up?” 

“I asked you first,” Pietro responded. “Are you alright?” 

“I’m fine.” She sighed. “Just- can’t sleep, that’s all.” 

“Ah.” A beat of silence fell over them before he spoke again. “When we were younger, and I couldn’t sleep, my mother used to make me a special tea.” He stared at the traffic below, a nostalgic melancholy look on his face. “Wanda makes it for me now.”

“Do you miss your mother?” She whispered. 

“Everyday.” Pietro smiled. “And my father.” 

Y/N nodded. “I’m sorry.”

“Do not apologize.” His mouth went dry, she was staring at him so intensely. “I will make you a cup.” 

“You don’t need to do that, Pietro. Really.”

“It is no trouble.” He stood up, extending his hand. “Come inside.” 

“I’m fine out here.” 

“Really?” He raised an eyebrow, smirking. “Because you are shivering.” 

She laughed, taking his hand as he guided her to warmth. “Why are you doing this?”

He tilted his head, releasing his hold on her to fill the kettle. “Doing what, Princessa?” 

“You’re-” She smiled. “You’re being nice.” 

“I do not enjoy upsetting you.” 

She huffed, sitting on the island as Pietro grabbed two mugs. “Could have fooled me.” 

“We are not so different, you and I.” He leaned against the counter across from her, and her eyes fell on his arms, stretching the fabric of his sleeves so beautifully. “I forget what made us this way.” 

“I don’t remember either,” Y/N whispered back. “I just remember you trying to stop my dad from completing Vision.” 

“In my defense-” Pietro laughed. “I thought-” 

“Yes.” She nodded. “I know.” They sat in a comfortable silence, staring at each other. When the kettle hissed, breaking their peace, Pietro turned around, pouring them each a cup. There was something so domestic about this moment, about him helping her fall asleep. If anyone had walked in the kitchen right then and there, she would have denied that any camaraderie had occurred.

She wondered if he would do the same.

He turned back around, and she straightened her posture, all of a sudden insecure about how she looked. He blew carefully, cooling down the tea so she could drink it. “For you.” 

She smiled, taking it gratefully. “Thank you.” He nodded, watching as she took her first sip. Her eyes widened, honestly surprised at the taste. “It’s delicious.” 

He grinned, cheeks growing red. “You are just saying that.” 

“No, really!” She insisted, taking another sip. “It’s delightful, honestly.” 

“I am glad you enjoy it.” His voice was quiet, deep as they realized how closely they were. His head was hung, mere inches away from hers. “Princessa-” 

“I-” She interrupted. “I should go. To bed. I should go to bed.” Setting the mug down, she jumped down from the counter. “Thank you.” 

“Of course.” He nodded. “Anytime.” 

Steve was fuming, which, if you knew the Captain, was extremely rare. The quinjet was silent as their leader pointed out their mistakes, their missed chances. “This was a perfect mission, you two. What happened?”

Y/N sat on the bench, staring at her hands. “We almost-” 

“No excuses.” Steve raised his hand, waiting for an answer. “What happened?” 

“It was my fault, Captain.” 

Steve faltered, looking over at the girl for confirmation. “Is that true?” 

“What are you doing?” She whispered to Pietro. 

The speedster ignored her. “She was hurt.” 

“It was a scratch.” Y/N insisted. “I told him we could keep going.” 

“It was not a scratch.” Pietro hissed. “They shot you.”

“Stop,” Y/N whispered. 

“What?” 

She stared at him, desperate to figure him out. “Stop acting like you care. You wanted to play the hero, and you ruined the mission.” 

“What are you talking about?” 

“You heard me.” Y/N’s eyes hardened, ignoring the looks their teammates gave them. “Do you deny it?” 

He nodded. “You are wrong.” 

“Doesn’t seem like I am. You’ve been in this situation before - when Clint got grazed two weeks ago, you kept going.” 

“That was different-” 

“Or when Nat was trapped back into a corner. She told you to go on without her. No hesitation.” 

“Princessa-” 

“When Wanda sprained her ankle, and she told you she could keep going, you listened. What’s so different?” She interrogated. “That you had to ruin everything?”

Pietro looked hurt, angry, and hurt. “I think you know why.” 

“I don’t, actually.”

“Then we have nothing more to talk about.” 

“Fine by me.” She sat back, staring at the wall until they landed. And when they had, she’d been the first one off, stalking toward the training room. 

“He loves you.” 

She scoffed, punching the boxing dummy once more. “How do you know?” 

Tony laughed, crossing his arms. “C’mon, kid. He ruined what should have been a simple mission because you were scratched.” 

“So?” 

“You said it yourself. He didn’t save his sister when she sprained her ankle.” He took a step closer. “He loves you, and you’re scared.” 

“I’m-” Punch. “Not-” Punch. “Scared.” Punch.

“Yeah?” Her father sighed. “You seem scared to me. Classic Stark move, you know. Running from affection.” 

She pushed past him, taking a sip from her water bottle. “You perfected it.” 

“Never said I didn’t.” He shrugged. “Another classic. Deflecting."

"Get to the point."

"Just don’t lose out on this. That kid cares about you, and I’m not going to be around forever-” 

“Dad…” 

“Give him a break.” Tony placed a hand on her shoulder, smiling lightly. “Do it for me, okay?” 

“Fine.”

“And go take a shower.” He laughed. “You stink.” 

They hadn’t talked since the quinjet, since the mission had blown up in flames.

Two weeks had passed since the rest of the Avengers solved the case, since they’d been the only ones left in the tower, since she’d ask Friday if he was in the kitchen, and sneak out of her room when the coast was clear. 

Now, as she sat at the party thrown in honor of the successful mission, she fought the way the hairs on her arms raised as she felt his stare from across the room. 

Instead, she flirted with the bartender. 

Her dress had long flowy sleeves, which was not normally her style, but because of her ‘injury’ she now felt disgusted by the scar. It was off the shoulder and short, short enough to capture someone’s attention. 

“You’re stunning.” The handsome man behind the bar was the perfect distraction. 

Her eyelashes were low, smile mischievous as she responded. “You don’t mean that.” 

“I do.” He nodded. “Plan on being here for long?” 

“That depends.” 

His eyebrow raised. “On what?” 

“When your shift ends.” 

“Y/N.” 

A deep sigh left her, and she quickly smiled at the bartender before spinning in her chair to face him. 

“Maximoff.” 

“Can we talk for a moment?” 

She honestly considered it, ignoring him and going back to the man that eagerly waited behind her. But the look in his eyes and the way her heart twisted under his gaze was enough to convince her. “Quickly.” 

Pietro nodded, following after her. “What is his name?” 

“I don’t think you get to know, since you so rudely interrupted.” She stopped in the hall, the party now a dull roar. “What do you want?” 

“You’ve been avoiding me.” 

“No, I haven’t.”

“Oh?” He frowned. “The computer told me your 'escape' plans.” 

“Friday!” She gasped, looking up. “What the hell?” 

“Mr. Stark made me.” The computer responded, and she silently cursed her father. 

“I've missed you.” 

She raised an eyebrow, forcing herself to act uninterested. “I don’t know why. We’re not friends.” 

“No.” He nodded, his eyes dropping to her lips for a second too long. “We’re not.”

“Well, this has been exactly what I expected.” She clapped her hands. “If you don’t mind, I have to get back to-” 

“He will only hurt you.” He whispered. 

“I don’t care.” She hissed. “He’s a distraction; that’s enough for me.” 

“A distraction?” Pietro looked much too confident. “From what, exactly?”

“From you and your creepy stare.” She lied straight through her teeth. Technically, she wasn't lying. She really was flirting with the bartender to distract herself from the larger issue: her feelings for him. “Following me everywhere. It’s-” Pietro took a step closer, and she choked on her words, swallowing. “You’re-” 

“Yes?” He whispered. “It seems as if you are at a loss for words.” 

“Why can’t we just go back to arguing?” 

“We can argue.” He smiled. “We can do anything you want.” 

“You’ll agree with anything I say, won’t you?” 

Pietro shrugged. “Only one way to find out.” 

“Oh?” He nodded. “Get me a slice from-” A small to-go box laid in her hand before she could even blink. Fighting the smile that threatened to break through her hard exterior, she bit her lip. “I never finished my sentence.”

“Bravo Pizza, Union Square.” He wiggled his eyebrows. “You visit after every mission.”

“You-“ She shook her head, and opened the box, two New York slices inside. “Alright then. I want to sit on the landing pad.”

“Jesus, Pietro.” The New York traffic blared below them, lights flickering like stars in the night sky. She gripped his suit jacket, questioning her stability in these heels. “This is higher than I remember.”

“Princessa.” She hummed, leaning her head against his chest. His finger hooked under her chin, pulling her eyes away from the city. “It is alright.” 

“I didn’t think this through.” 

He laughed, gripping her waist tighter. “You won’t fall, I promise.” 

“Wow.” She whispered. “Even your eyes are silver.” She stared for a moment longer. “They’re captivating.” 

He smiled, pushing a stray hair out of her face. “I am yours to command.” 

“Anything?”

He nodded. “Anything at all.”

“Forgive me.” If he had not been staring at her lips, the wind could have carried her words away.

“Forgive you for what, Princes-” Her lips collided with his, passionately, deeply, pulling him closer, as close as she could. 

His eyes widened before he even registered that she was kissing him, that she was actually kissing him. His hands trailed further up her back, one landing on her waist, and one landing on the side of her face, caressing her cheek. 

“Pietro.” She whispered, pulling away. 

“I was supposed to kiss you.” He laughed, kissing the corner of her mouth gently. “I had a plan.” 

“I suppose…” She smirked, reveling in his touch. “You’ll have to be quicker than that.”

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[cupcakegirl3]

i know places series

first night home with dark!wandanat drabble

tw: kidnapping, daddy!natasha, mommy!wanda, duct tape, rope, crying

a/n: making this a series, will update frequently but probably not in chronological order. tysm for showing my other fics so much love <3

“Oh Wan look how cute she looks like this.”

Tears spilled out of my eyes as she stroked my face. Sobs would have escaped my lips if it wasn’t for the duct tape over them. Forcibly, I was on Natasha’s lap, my legs on Wanda’s. Wanda’s warm hands ran up and down my calves and thighs, making me shiver.

“She’s adorable.”

Natasha leaned forward and kissed me through the tape. “If only she knew to shut that mouth of hers. Don’t they teach you that in Sunday School, ‘to be seen and not heard’.”

Before I could react Wanda picked up the TV remote. “Oh look Nat, there’s Steve.”

My whole body shook as Steve Rodgers stepped on the screen, my father behind him.

“Mr. Primare has been a lifelong friend of S.H.I.E.L.D. We're not going to rest until his daughter is found.”

Natasha laughed in my ear, pulling me closer to her. “You’re ours forever.”

I sobbed into her neck as she laughed more. “You’re so pathetic. We saved you. You were dying in that house.”

It was true, I hated my life but I didn’t want this.

“Oh daddy give her to me.”

Instinctively I reached for Wanda with what little energy I had. She was just so warm compared to Natasha.

“Come sit with Mommy baby.”

She tucked my head into her neck as I curled up in her lap, not even letting my sock clad feet touch Natasha. She shushed my cries as she rubbed my back. “She just wants what’s best for you darling.” She whispered. “She loves you so much princess. We both do.”

There was a small voice in the back of my head, reaffirming what Wanda was whispering into my ear. Stifling my fear as the words filtered through my head.

Without thinking about it I nodded, agreeing with Wanda. “Mommy and daddy just want you to be perfect for us. Our pretty girl.”

I nodded again.

“Just fall asleep baby, you’ll feel better in the morning.”

I was asleep in seconds.

[sergeantbarnessdoll]

Hi there! I love your posts. And I had this idea.

So this involves the snap and bucky and reader have 2 kids. Their kids disappear and bucky and reader have to live on heartbroken that they couldn't save their children. Face ups and down( you can decide ) And then the whole war happens and they get their kids back.

Thank you and have a great day!

Get Our Babies Back » Bucky Barnes/Winter Soldier

Pairings: Husband/Dad!Bucky Barnes and Wife/Mom!Reader with kids Becca and James Jr, Steve Rogers/Captain America, T’Challa/Black Panther, the Avengers

Summary: Yours and Bucky’s daughter and son dust away in the snap and you two have ups and downs till you guys get them back.

Warnings: Fluff, Angst, language, Thanos, crying, kissing, pet names

A/N: Thank you for requesting, nonnie🩵

A/N #2: Pretend that Bucky doesn’t dust away in the snap in this.

Written on my phone. My apologies for any mistakes.

Header made by @buckyys-babydoll / divider made by me

GIFS ARE NOT MINE! Gif credits go to the creators.

Bucky hasn’t seen you and your guys’ kids in about a year since he’s been in Wakanda. Yours and Bucky’s 3 year old daughter and 2 year old son always ask when they can see daddy. You tell them soon. Today is that day. You, Becca, and James Jr went with Steve to Wakanda. The kids are beyond excited.

“We there?” Becca asks you.

“I’m not sure, sweetie. Ask uncle Steve.” You say.

Becca walked over to Steve and tapped on his leg. Steve looks down at her and smiles. He bent down and picked her up.

“We there?” She asks him.

“We will be there in a few minutes, ok, princess?” Steve says.

“Ok.” She says.

The kids were unable to contain their excitement over the next few minutes. When you guys landed in Wakanda, you picked up both kids and walked off the quinjet with Steve, Sam, Natasha, Wanda, Vision, and Bruce. You guys were greeted by T’Challa.

“It’s nice to see you again.” T’Challa says to you.

“You too.” You smiled. “How is he?” You asked.

“See for yourself.” He says, stepping aside.

You smiled widely when you seen your husband walking over to you guys. He greeted Steve with a hug. You gently put the kids on their feet so they can run over to their daddy and give him hugs. Bucky crouches down to their level to hug them.

“There’s my babies!” Bucky smiles widely.

“Missed you.” They say to him.

“I missed you guys too. Were you guys good for mommy?” He asks.

They nodded their heads. Bucky looks up at you and smiles. You walked over to him and kissed his lips.

“Hi, Bucky Bear.” You say softly.

“Hi, doll.” He says softly.

T’Challa led all of you inside so everyone can go over the plan for the fight. The kids didn’t leave Bucky’s side for a second. They wanted all of their daddy’s attention. You don’t blame them. You missed Bucky as much as them.

“Daddy come home?” James Jr asks.

“Soon, buddy. I promise.” Bucky promises his son and daughter.

When it came down to getting ready for the fight, Becca and James Jr had a hard time parting ways with their daddy.

“No!” Becca whines.

“Stay!” James Jr whines.

“I’ll be back before you know it, ok?” Bucky says softly.

“Ok.” They say.

“Till then, I have a mission for you guys.” He tells them.

“What is it?” Becca asks.

“Protect mommy for me.” He tells them.

“We do that!” James Jr says.

Bucky smiles and kisses the top of their heads.

“Be careful out there, honey.” You say.

“You know I will, doll.” Bucky says softly.

Bucky kisses you softly and sweetly before making his way outside. You sighed nervously. You know Bucky can handle it, you’re just nervous and scared for him.

“Mama?” Becca taps on your leg.

“Yes, sweetie?” You asked, crouching down to her height.

“Daddy say protect mama.” James Jr says.

“I’ll definitely feel protected by my babies.” You say with a smile.

———

During the fight, the kids were occupied with their toys and coloring books. You couldn’t help but look out the window as the fight went on. You don’t know how Bucky does it. You know he does it to protect you and yours and his kids.

Thanos got all of the stones. Thor’s eyes went wide when he seen all of the stones on the gauntlet.

“NO!” Thor yells as Thanos snaps his fingers.

Thanos disappears.

“Where is he?” Steve asks Thor.

That’s when half of everyone began to dust away. Bucky’s heart dropped at the thought of you and the kids dusting away.

“Bucky, what’s wrong?” Steve asks.

Bucky didn’t answer him. He ran straight to the building you and the kids are in. Steve followed him.

“Mommy!” Becca and James Jr screams.

You looked down at them, your eyes widening and your heart dropping to your stomach when you seen your kids dusting away right in front of you.

“No!” You screamed.

You fell to your knees and started crying where your kids dusted away. Bucky entered the room at the same time as yours and his kids completely dusted away. Steve entered the room shortly after Bucky. The dust particles of yours and Bucky’s son and daughter was on the floor in front of you.

“No.” Bucky shook his head, his eyes tearing up.

You looked up at your husband with teary eyes. Bucky fell to his knees next to you and wrapped his arms around you. You and Bucky were hoping this was just a horrible dream and you two will wake up from it and yours kids will be right there, but it’s not a dream at all. It’s a nightmare for both of you.

“Our babies…” You cried.

———

Bucky thought his welcome home from Wakanda would be filled with love and happiness, but it’s not. Although, he’s glad to be home, but it’s not the same anymore. It’s not the same for you either. Nothing is the same without yours and his son and daughter. The moment you and Bucky stepped foot in the house, you two were either crying in each other’s arms in bed or fighting. You two have been fighting for so long that you guys don’t remember who started the fight or if it’s just a result of yours and his kids dusting away in the snap. The fights are over the littlest things too.

“Do you really have to do that?” You asked with annoyance in your voice.

“What the hell did I do this time?” Bucky asks with annoyance in his voice.

“That!” You gestured to the newspaper.

“So now it’s a crime to read a newspaper?!” He says.

“I don’t know why you got it when it says something about the blip in the headline! You damn well that’s what happened to our kids!” You say.

Bucky crumpled up the newspaper and threw it somewhere in the living room. Is it ridiculous for you to get upset over a newspaper? Yes. You’re just upset that the headline on the front page says something about the blip and it’s a reminder of what happened to yours and Bucky’s kids.

“You know, you’re not the only one going through this, Y/N. They’re my kids too!” He says, raising his voice.

“That’s not what I meant and you know it!” You say, raising your voice.

“Then explain to me what I did cause I don’t know what I did.” He says.

“You had to bring that stupid fucking newspaper in this house as a reminder of what happened to our kids!” You yelled.

Bucky scoffs and shook his head.

“How about you stop and think for a second about what we lost, instead of screaming at me for every single thing!” Bucky says.

“You didn’t witness it, Bucky!” You screamed, tears streaming down your face. “I witnessed our babies dust away while you were down there fighting those alien things!” You say.

“What are you trying to say, Y/N?” He asks.

“You’re a smart person, James. Figure it out.” You say.

“If you’re trying to say that this whole thing is my fault, you couldn’t be more wrong. I couldn’t have predicted that Thanos was going to do this. No one could’ve predicted this!” Bucky yells.

“It feels like it!” You yelled.

You and Bucky went silent when you realized what you said.

“Baby, I-” Bucky walked away before you could apologize to him. “Wait! Where are you going?” You asked.

“Somewhere where I’m not getting blamed for something I didn’t know was going to happen.” Bucky says, putting his boots on.

“Sweetheart, please. Let’s talk about this.” You pleaded, grabbing onto his arm.

Bucky gently took your hands off his arm. He grabbed his jacket and keys before opening the door and slamming it shut behind him. You heard the sound of Bucky starting his motorcycle and driving away. You went to the living room and collapsed onto the couch and started crying. You didn’t mean to say any of that to Bucky. You’re just upset and heartbroken about what happened to yours and his kids. He understands that, but it hurt him to hear you say that the whole blip is his fault. You know it’s not his fault. It just came out.

Bucky parked his motorcycle in front of the Avengers compound and went inside. He went straight to the gym, walking past Steve. Steve followed Bucky to the gym. Before he could ask him what’s wrong, Bucky used all of his strength and punched the punching bag, sending it across the gym. Sand was leaking from it.

“Are you ok, Buck?” Steve asks.

“Did I look like I’m ok, Steve?!” Bucky yells. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to yell at you.” He apologizes.

“It’s ok.” Steve says.

Bucky sat down on the bench press. He put his elbows on his knees and his face in his hands and started crying. Steve sat down next to Bucky on the bench press and put a comforting hand on his best friend’s shoulder.

“I want my kids back.” Bucky cries.

“I know you do.” Steve says softly.

“I hate all of this!” Bucky says.

“I do too.” Steve says.

Steve consoled his best friend as he cried his eyes out about his kids.

“Wanna know something?” Bucky asks. “My wife blames me for what happened to our kids.” He says.

“You couldn’t have predicted this, Buck. No one could’ve predicted this.” Steve says.

“Try saying that to Y/N.” Bucky says.

“Did you guys get in another fight?” Steve asks.

“Yep.” Bucky nods. “It’s like she’s not taking me also losing our kids in the blip into consideration.” He says.

“Have you tried explaining that to her?” Steve asks.

“There’s no explaining anything to Y/N right now.” Bucky says.

“Try explaining it to her. She’ll understand as much as you.” Steve says.

Bucky thought about it for a moment. Talking it out with you could go one of two ways. It could go good or it’ll end up in another fight. It’s worth a try, right?

“I think I’ll try that. Thanks, man.” Bucky says.

“You’re welcome, Buck.” Steve says.

Bucky wiped his tears away and left the compound. The sun was setting by the time he got home. He parked his motorcycle in the garage and went inside the house. He tossed his keys on the counter and looked for you around the house. You weren’t anywhere in the house. He saw your car in the driveway. Where could you be? Bucky began to panic, thinking that you left him. He looked outside to see you sitting in a chair in the backyard and watching the sunset. You were crying softly when he went outside. You knew Bucky was standing next to you from the corner of your eye.

“Did you come home to tell me that you want a divorce?” You asked, your voice hoarse from crying.

“No, of course not.” Bucky says softly.

“Then why did you come home?” You asked. “I said horrible things to you.” You say.

“Let’s go in the house and talk about it.” He says.

You reached your arms up at your husband, wanting him to carry you. Bucky smiles softly and picks you up bridal style, carrying you inside of the house. He took you to yours and his bedroom. He gently laid you on the bed and covered you up with a blanket after he laid down. His arms stayed wrapped around you.

“I’m sorry.” You apologized. “I didn’t mean to blame you for something that’s out of your hands. It just slipped out.” You explained.

“It’s ok, doll. I understand.” Bucky says softly.

“No it’s not. I hurt your feelings and I’m constantly yelling at you over the littlest things.” You say.

“We’re both upset about our babies. Things we don’t mean are going to be said.” He says.

You rolled over so you were facing your husband. Bucky moved your hair out of your face.

“I’m sorry.” You apologized again.

“I’m sorry too.” Bucky apologizes.

Bucky leans in and kisses you sweetly and passionately.

“We’ll get our babies back. I promise.” He whispers.

———

5 years go by and you and Bucky have been barely fought. You two try to talk it out when you guys are upset, which works and helps both of you. Holding each other helps too, like you two are doing right now. You guys are cuddling on the couch and watching a movie, but then Bucky’s phone started ringing on the coffee table. Bucky reached over and grabbed his phone and looked at the caller ID.

“It’s Steve.” Bucky says.

He answered it while you continued to watch the movie.

“We’re on our way.” Bucky says before hanging up.

“Are we going to compound?” You asked.

“Yes. Steve said Scott came up with some kind of theory on how to get the people who blipped away back.” He says.

“Oh my god! Really?!” You exclaimed.

“Yes and we need to go to the compound to hear his theory.

You and Bucky forgot about the movie you two were watching and went to the compound. The idea of getting yours and Bucky’s kids back is the only thing on yours and his minds right now. When you two got to the compound, Scott explained the theory to you and Bucky.

“So what you’re saying is that if this works and everyone who blipped comes back, that means, mine and Bucky’s kids will come back too?” You asked, making sure you heard Scott’s theory right.

“Yes.” Scott answers.

A smile grew on your face and you hugged him and then hugged your husband.

“We’re getting our babies back!” You say happily.

“I told you we would.” Bucky says happily.

Everyone got to work to see if the theory actually works like everyone is hoping it will.

“Be careful, ok?” You say softly.

“You know I will, doll.” Bucky says softly.

“For our babies.” You whispered.

“For our babies.” He whispers.

You watched Bucky get on the platform with the Avengers so they can go get the stones for this to work. You nervously paced back and forth as they were getting the stones, which only took a few seconds, but felt like forever to you. While they were getting the stones, you were praying that the Avengers can make this work and you and Bucky can get your kids back. Bucky, Steve, and the Avengers reappeared on the platform.

“Please tell me it’s going to work.” You say as Bucky walked towards you.

“We got the stones, doll. It’s might actually work.” Bucky says.

You leaned your forehead against Bucky’s chest. Bucky wrapped his arms around you. The more you hear that it might actually work, you feel relieved.

When the day came to actually see if Scott’s theory was going to work, you were scared and excited at the same time. Scared that it won’t work and you and Bucky will never see yours and his kids again. Excited that you and Bucky are getting closer to see yours and his kids again.

“I don’t understand why I can’t stay here with you to see if it works.” You say.

“I want you to go home where you’ll be safer. I don’t want to risk losing you.” Bucky says.

“But I don’t want to lose you too.” You say.

“I’ll be fine.” He says.

You two gazed in each other’s eyes before kissing passionately.

“I love you so much, doll.” Bucky whispers.

“I love you more, Bucky Bear.” You whispered back.

You sighed softly before going home like Bucky said.

“This better work.” Bucky mutters to himself.

You patiently waited at home for something to happen. You were hopeful and scared at the same time. Hopeful that it could possibly work and you and Bucky will get yours and his kids back. Scared that it won’t work and you two won’t see yours and his babies ever again.

Meanwhile, the war with Thanos was going on. The only things on Bucky’s mind is you and yours and his kids. He just wants this to work just as much as you. What felt like forever during the war finally ended. It ended good, because something amazing came out of it. Bucky heard two little voices that you and him haven’t heard in 5 years.

“Daddy!” Becca and James Jr shouted.

Bucky felt relieved to hear their little voices. He dropped to his knees and opened his arms for them to hug him, in which they did. He felt even more relieved that they’re back. Tears of joy spilled from his eyes.

“Missed you and mommy.” They say in union.

“We missed you guys too.” Bucky almost whispers. “Let’s go home to mommy.” He says.

You were pacing around the living room, waiting patiently for Bucky to tell you if the theory Scott came up with worked. You nervously chewed on your nails. You couldn’t think about anything else other than your husband and your kids. You were brought back to reality when you heard the door open.

“Bucky?” You say as you walked to the door.

You gasped in surprise when you seen yours and Bucky’s son and daughter in his arms. He gently put the down and they ran over to you. You dropped to your knees to give them hugs and kisses. Tears of joy began to stream down your face.

“My babies. I missed you guys so much.” You say.

“Missed you, mommy.” Becca and James Jr say in union.

Bucky got on the floor next to you, joining the hug you’re giving the kids a hug.

“Are you coming home daddy?” Becca asks, looking up at her daddy.

Bucky knew Becca was talking about coming home from Wakanda, which is what Becca and James Jr asked the day the blip happened. Even though, he’s been home for the 5 years of the blip, he’s going to give his kids the answer they’ve been wanting to hear since before he went to Wakanda.

“Yes, I’m coming home.” Bucky answers and smiles.

The kids cheered and hugged Bucky.

“I promise I’ll never leaving you guys again.” Bucky promises.

Later that day, at night, you and Bucky went back and forth from Becca’s bedroom to James Jr’s bedroom, just to make sure they’re ok. Bucky wraps his arms around your waist from behind. You melted into his touch.

“I told we’d get our babies back.” Bucky says softly.

You smiled and looked back at him. Bucky kisses you softly.

“I love you, honey.” You whispered.

“I love you too, doll.” He whispers back. “I love our babies too.” He whispers again.

-Bucky’s Doll

[violetstark3000]

Doll, You’re Home 🎀

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader (Y/N) Word count: ~4,100 words Warnings: Fluff, slow burn, light angst, smut (explicit), swearing, some mentions of past trauma Summary: After years away, Y/N finally moves into Avengers Tower — and Bucky’s the first person she lets in. Between sarcastic banter and stolen glances, they navigate the subtle dance of old wounds, new beginnings, and undeniable attraction. But when late-night training sessions turn into something much hotter, neither of them can deny what’s been simmering beneath the surface.

A/N: i hope you guys like this its my first smut fic 🙈

The heavy door to Avengers Tower swung open before Y/N could even catch her breath. Boxes, duffel bags, and half a dozen awkward attempts at juggling her laptop, a tiny potted plant, and a giant coffee tumbler threatened to tip her balance.

“Need a hand?” came the familiar deep voice, smooth with that unmistakable Brooklyn drawl.

She looked up. Bucky Barnes was leaning against the doorframe, a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth, arms crossed but clearly ready to help.

“I’m fine,” Y/N said, but the laugh she let out wasn’t nearly as convincing as she wanted.

“Sure, you are,” he teased, stepping forward. “Looks like you’re hauling the Stark Industrial warehouse up here.”

Y/N grinned despite herself. “Well, you know, I like to make an impression.”

He took two of the boxes from her with ease and started up the stairs. “Come on, Stark’s daughter. Show me you can keep up.”

That was their first exchange — a perfect, natural mix of Bucky’s quiet strength and Y/N’s sarcastic charm. The way she rolled her eyes, how he watched her with something almost softer behind his guarded gaze.

Upstairs, on floor 23 — their shared domain — the rest of the team was waiting. Natasha was sprawled on the couch pretending to be bored; Wanda was flicking small sparks of red magic just for fun; Steve gave a solid thumbs-up from across the room; Thor, somehow, was munching on a Pop-Tart as usual.

No one had known Tony had a daughter until the announcement went public just a week ago, and Y/N’s arrival had been met with a surprising mix of shock and, well, a lot of “cool.”

“You really are Stark’s kid?” Natasha asked without looking up from her phone.

Y/N shot her a dry look. “Yeah, I’m the reason he’s grey. Sorry.”

“Fair,” Natasha said, smirking.

Wanda pulled her aside later that night, wrapping an arm around Y/N’s shoulder. “You’re doing great. And if you need backup, I’m here.”

Bucky stayed by Y/N’s side more than usual, helping her unpack, fixing the Wi-Fi, occasionally catching her eye with a quiet smile. It was small things — but in the chaos of Avengers Tower, small things were everything.

The nights became their own rhythm — workouts, sparring sessions, quiet talks. One night, after a particularly grueling training montage, Y/N wiped sweat from her brow, her heart racing not just from the workout. Bucky caught her hand, holding it like it was the most precious thing in the world.

“Doll,” he said softly, voice rough. “You don’t have to prove anything to me.”

And she didn’t.

When their lips met that night, it was slow, uncertain, but electric — a long overdue confession spoken without words.

The hours that followed were detailed and tender, their bodies learning each other’s stories, soft gasps and whispered promises filling the room.

Morning light found them tangled in each other’s arms, the world outside fading to white noise.

Y/N was home.

Bucky was hers.

And in that moment, nothing else mattered.

[upat4amwiththemoon]

Hi!! How are you? It's my first time requesting so I'm not sure if I'm doing this correctly. I just had an idea of adopted!reader being like Komi ( she's from an anime, basically she has a like an extreme social anxiety where she doesn't speak and she just straight up freezes when someone tries to talk to her ) her adopted parents / wandanat brings and introduces her to the team and they're confused of why she's not speaking.

Have a fantastic day / night! Xoxo .

She can’t communicate

Summary: May cause fear and anxiety.

Pairing: WandaNat x daughter!reader

Warnings: panic attackish

Word count: 1191

a/n: I actually started watching Komi can’t communicate a while back!

Tags: @thought-of-you-and-me @rafecameronswhore @emsmultiverse @natashamaximoff69

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Wanda is holding Y/N’s hand as the two of them, and Natasha, wait for the elevator in the Avengers Tower’s lobby. “Are you excited, honey?” She squeezes Y/N’s hand, glancing down at her with a smile.

The teen nods, keeping her eyes on the numbers on top of the elevator.

She isn’t necessarily excited, but she isn’t displeased by it either. She has wanted to meet her parents’ families for a while now, but there has always been a question whether or not she is capable of meeting them.

Natasha and Wanda are used to Y/N’s nonverbal answers by now. She didn’t talk to them at all for the first few weeks, which made them worried something was wrong, but soon enough they figured out that the girl is just incredibly nervous around people. Nowadays she is comfortable enough to talk to them, though the two adults are still more talkative compared to her.

The elevator lets out a ding once it reaches the ground floor, its doors opening.

The trio steps inside and Natasha presses the button for the right floor. “We made sure that only few team members are there, okay?” She moves to Y/N’s other side, setting her hand onto her shoulder.

Y/N looks up at her mom, giving her a small smile. A lot of people in her life, before getting adopted by Natasha and Wanda, thought her minimal expressions were rude. But the two ex-Avengers never faulted her for them, they’ve always known she’s still being genuine.

As the elevator goes up the floors, the nerves in Y/N start to rise. She tightens her hold on Wanda’s hand, the feel of it bringing her some sense of comfort.

The ride to the 91st floor is over fairly quick.

The elevator doors open once again, the quiet chatter of the few team members present audible though they are not yet visible.

The trio walk out of the elevator, Y/N’s steps slightly slower now that the presence of unknown people is clear. She stays close to Wanda as they walk towards the living room, practically glued to her side.

“Hi everyone.” Kate, Steve, and Pietro turn to look at the three of them when Wanda speaks. “This is Y/N,” she brings her forward, “our daughter. And these are some of our teammates.” She glances at Y/N as she gestures at the three Avengers on the couches, naming them all individually.

Y/N doesn’t look at them directly, rather having her gaze on the back of one of the couches. Her body is tense, she can feel all of them staring at her.

“Just a teammate?” Pietro scoffs, standing up with a grin. “I’m her uncle, sister, give some respect to my title.”

Wanda rolls her eyes. “Yes, yes, that’s your uncle Pietro.” She mumbles to Y/N, standing behind her with her hands on her shoulders.

The playful annoyance in her mother’s voice makes a small smile appear on Y/N’s face. However, it quickly disappears when the attention completely shifts to her.

“How old are you, kid?”

Though Steve’s voice is calm—a reason why Wanda and Natasha wanted him to be one of the first ones to meet her—Y/N still felt incredibly anxious. She continues staring at the couch, her hands fidgeting behind her back as she stays quiet.

“She’s 14.” Natasha speaks up soon after, knowing her daughter wouldn’t be speaking.

Steve glances at Natasha, nodding with a small smile. "So, how is school then? What grade are you in?"

"Can you be any more of an old man." Kate mumbles, snickering with Pietro. "What movie do you like? Or are you more into series?"

"Do you like video games? Me, Kate, and you could play some mario Kart." Pietro joins to the questioning.

Y/N's eyes widen as she listens to the onslaught of questions from her mothers' teammates. Her heart starts hammering in her chest, the thumping of it almost deafening in her ears. She starts breathing heavier, faster, deperately trying to reign it in, she doesn't want these people to see her like that. She tries to open your mouth to answer, to answer at least one of the questions, but it's almost like her body is frozen.

"She likes both, current favorite is...Fallout series, if I remember correctly." Wanda answers, her voice muffled in Y/N's ears. "Video games too, she actually got us both into Stardew Valley." She laughs, bumping her shoulder gently against Natasha's.

"Sister, please." Pietro groans, stepping closer to the three of them, his eyes on Y/N. "Let the kid answer some of the questions too. What else do you like to do?"

Her hands start to tremble at the attention on her, a cold sweat starting to appear on her skin. Y/N clears her throat, though she isn't sure if any sounds even leaves her. She feels her mind going further and further away, her thoughts not making sense anymore. She swallows onece, twice, her throat starts to feel smaller.

"Would you give us a moment." She can hear Natasha's muffled voice as a hand takes hold of her arm, pulling her into the corridor and away from the people. She can see the mix of worry and confusion in the other teammates' faces at a glance.

Natasha and Wanda pull their daughter into their old bedroom, gently pushing her to sit on the bed. "Sweetheart," the latter whispers, "you are okay. Take some deep breaths for me." Shaky breaths leave Y/N's mouth. She holds onto Wanda's hand tightly while leaning against Natasha, their proximity bringing her comfort.

It takes her a while, but she manages to calm herself down before a full blown panic attack happens.

"You're okay, nothing's going to get you." Natasha whispers, her hand rubbing Y/N's back. "We can stay here, just the three of us. There's no hurry to go back or meet anyone else."

Y/N leans her head against Natasha's shoulder. Wanda taps her chin softly, making her move her gaze to her face. "You did so well in there, you hear me? Don't let this pull you down, my darling."

Although, she doesn't fully believe her mother's words, Y/N nods and musters up a tiny smile for her. A sense of disappointment does fill her for being unable to talk to the people her mothers are close to, but she tries to remember their words. It's not her fault, and every social interaction is a victory, no matter how small.

"How about we stay the night here, yeah?" Natasha wraps one arm around Y/N and the other grabs Wanda's arm, pulling them both down to lie down on the bed. "We'll stay here all night and only go out when we need to eat."

Wanda laughs as she gets pulled on top of Natasha. "Sounds wonderful, baby."

A small smile grows on Y/N's face as she listens to her mothers laugh. She cuddles up to them, happy to stay in the Avengers Tower as long as they stay in the bedroom.

[jpmarvel90]

Don't Belong pt 1

Masterlist Natasha Masterlist

Word Count: 8392

Relationship: Mother WandaNat x Daugher Reader

Summary: Y/n is the adopted daughter of Natasha Romanoff and Wanda Maximoff. However, when science enables her mother's to have twin boys who are biogloically both of their's, her relationship slowly changes. At 17 she's ready to move out and move on, is it too late for her moms to fix things?

Y/n's POV:

When I was 6, my life was saved by none other than the Black Widow. She came in like the hero she is and saved me from the hell that was Hydra. Whilst helping me to acclimatise to normal life, we grew close, and she was a mother figure I never had. I was so shocked when she told me that she wanted to adopt me.

It was everything that I could ever ask for. She was an amazing mom. Caring, loving and always there for me. She had this soft side that not many people got to see. To the world, and a lot of the team, she had this tough, steely exterior. But I never saw that. Not from the moment she found me. I always felt safe and loved around her.

A couple of years later, Wanda joined the team and soon enough, Mama fell in love. I never saw mama so happy. They had the perfect relationship and Wanda took me on without a second thought. When I was 9, she adopted me, and I had two loving parents.

We had quite a domestic life. Tony built us a separate suite at the compound so we could still be close by for when they were needed for missions. I loved having parents that were heroes. I was so proud of them. I ended up spending quite a bit of time with Pepper when they were on missions together, but when they came home, they always had a couple of days off to spend time with me to make up for being away. It was great.

Watching them make a difference in the world, was the reason I joined the SHIELD Young Initiative Programme. I wanted to be just like my moms. Steve became a huge support to me, and alongside him and mama, I was acing all my practicals and exams.

But before that, when I was 11, our family grew. With the help of Bruce and Tony, Mom got pregnant with twins, both biologically hers and mamas. Billy and Tommy made our family complete.

As soon as Mom got pregnant, Mama told Fury that she wouldn't be going on missions once mom got into her third trimester and that after the birth they both would be taking maternity leave. She also told him that they would only ever be sent on a mission together if it was to save the world. Otherwise, under no circumstances were they to go together. They wanted to be around for the twins as much as possible and didn't want them left on their own if they had to go on missions together.

For the first couple of years, everything was perfect. But when they became toddlers, they were a bit of a handful. It meant that mom's focus went to them and slowly I became less of a priority for them.

I found it hard as I was coming into my teenage years, and I felt like I needed my moms more than ever. But I understood at the start. I was old enough that I could look after myself and the twins needed more. But it got harder when every time I tried to talk to one of them, I was brushed off, or told to speak to them later. But later never came.

Once I hit 13, I was their personal babysitter whenever they needed it. Mama told me how they were trying to make sure that her and mom still had quality time together, so had a date night or day each week. Seems they forgot about quality time with their daughter. It got to the point I was expected to drop everything to be there for my brothers. Picking them up at school, taking them to soccer. It didn't matter what I had planned, I was expected to do my job for the family. I did it without complaining, because I thought if I could prove that I was a good sister, maybe they would start to acknowledge me more.

To try and prove myself worthy, I worked even harder for SHIELD. However, now I lost mama as my training partner. She was too busy with work or the twins to help me train. It hurt when she told me that but, thankfully, Steve stepped up more than he had. He became like a father to me. I could confide in him when my moms didn't have time. Though there were still things that I couldn't talk to him about.

Now I'm 17, working towards graduating the youth programme and into SHEILD as an official agent. We have our final exams coming up and I'm doing everything I can to be ready for them. The top two initiates will get fast tracked through the system and be able to go on missions sooner.

I want nothing more than getting that chance. I need to start making a name for myself and to stop being under my mothers' shadow. Once I wanted to be just like them, to make them proud. But now I know that's not possible. They have their perfect biological family. I was just the stray they took pity on.

"You know, you could take it easy today. You're more than capable of passing these exams even on a bad day. You'll be finishing top of the class and joining us for missions in no time." Steve tells me as he holds the punch bag for me. "I just want to be on top of my game." I tell him, hitting the bag as precisely as I could.

"Have you told your moms about the date for your final practical. I'm sure they'll want to be around when you get home." He asks, making me falter with my hits. "I did, but I don't think they were listening. Although they seemed to acknowledge it, Billy was showing them his Lego at the time." I share with him.

Steve knows what's been happening with my moms and the only reason he hasn't done anything is because I made him promise not to. All I need to do is graduate and then I can get moved into the SHIELD facility and start a new life without being a burden on my family.

"You know, you should talk to them. I know you've tried, but really sit them down and tell them how you're feeling." He tries once again. "It's been years now. If they really cared for me, they would notice that they barely see me anymore. I don't even remember the last time they said I love you." I respond, my hits getting harder.

"Ok, I'm calling this. You'll hurt yourself and then you won't even be able to complete your exams." Steve tells me, stepping between me and the bag. I sigh but know he's right. "Just try for me ok. Maybe after your exams. They'll be so proud of you." He pleads. "Ok, fine." I agree. "Now go shower kiddo. You stink!" He teases me before dodging a punch I try to land on his arm.

I smile as I head up to my room. As I walk into our apartment, I see the happy family sat together watching TV. "Hi moms." I call out when I enter. They don't even turn around, so I call out again, only to get the same response. I decide to go and join them but as soon as I sit down, I'm scolded by mom. "Y/n do you have to come in here like that. Go and shower will you." She tells me off. I look to mama who doesn't even glance in my direction. "Sorry, I was training for my final exam." I explain but once again, nothing. I let out a small humourless chuckle to myself as I leave the living room. Every day, I feel more and more like I don't belong here anymore.

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I did it! I actually passed! Not only did I pass, I topped the class. I think I even saw Fury smile. I'm so happy, nothing can burst my bubble right now. As a class, we all decide that we're going to celebrate tonight. We've been a tight group and it'll be nice to actually spend time together without having to study or practice.

I practically run back to the compound, smiling ear to ear. "Someone's happy." Steve calls out to me as I rush through the kitchen. "Someone might be your partner one day!" I call out as I keep on towards my destination of finding my parents. "Can't wait kiddo. Well done! Knew you could do it!" Steve shouts after me.

"Y/n, don't run!" Mama scolds me as I find them in the living room. "Sorry, but I have to tell you something that I know you'll want to hear." I apologise with a smile on my face. "Not now Y/n. We're about to head out. The boys just need dinner and don't let them stay up late." She tells me. That's when I notice that she's dressed up in her best jacket.

"I can't look after the twins tonight. Our class are going to celebrate." I explain, hoping she might ask why we're celebrating. But that would be wishful thinking. "Time with your friends can wait Y/n." She tells me without even looking up at me, too focused on her phone. "Can't one of the others watch them. Just for tonight. I've never asked before. But just this once. Please." I practically beg, but to no use. "Stop being selfish and just watch the boys." She snaps, making a lump form in my throat.

"Fine." I mumble, leaving the room and head out of our apartment. "Where are you going?" She calls after me. "To see Steve. Don't worry, I'll be back to watch your precious boys." I talk back whilst leaving, hearing her call after me.

I make my way to find Steve. I know he'll be excited with my results. I wipe at my eyes for the few traitorous tears that fell. "So, I hear someone will be an Avenger in no time." Tony says as I walk into the kitchen. "I think I'll stick with SHIELD." I respond. I have no desire to be a full time Avenger. I'll be around to see my moms live their perfect life without me.

"I'm proud of you kiddo." Steve smiles at me, pulling me into a hug. "Thanks, old man. I couldn't have done it without you." I tell him truthfully, squeezing him tighter. "Your mom's must be proud. Especially Nat. Now's the time for celebrating." Pepper says. "Oh, I'm babysitting the boys tonight." I respond, trying to hide my disappointment. I notice that all others share a look.

They have all noticed how my relationship has changed with my moms, but thankfully, never brought it up. "We could watch them. Let you go out with your class. I know how much you've been looking forward to it." Pepper offers kindly. "Thanks, but mama said it had to be me." I reply. "Sorry kiddo." Steve says, wrapping his arms around me. "It's ok. I better go back before I get into trouble. I just wanted to tell you all about the results." I tell them.

"Of course Y/n. We're so proud of you. I can't wait to work with you." Tony pats me on the shoulder, whilst the others all give me a hug. "We'll do something together tomorrow." Steve promises and I nod. "I'd like that." I reply, taking a deep breath before heading back home.

When I get back to the apartment, both mom and mama are waiting to go. "Good, you're back. We'll be home late." Mom tells me, turning to leave. "And we'll talk about your attitude in the morning." Mama adds on with a stern look before turning to leave. "I love you." I call out after them. No response. My head drops. I really have just become the live in nanny.

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The next day, I didn't have to face my moms in the morning. They had taken the boys to the park and out for breakfast. I didn't even get an invite. But thankfully, Steve is taking me for dinner tonight to celebrate the passing of my exams and my imminent graduation.

He's taken me to my favourite Italian restaurant. It's nice to have this time. Steve really has been the only parent I've had recently. I'm so grateful for him. "So your moms don't know?" Steve asks as I tell him that I've been told I can move into SHIELD accommodation in a few days. "I've tried, but as usual, I barely have a conversation with them anymore. They probably wouldn't even notice that I've gone." I admit the painful truth. "Do you think they even still love me?" I ask the question that has been haunting me for a long time now.

Steve looks at me with a sympathetic look. He reaches out and takes my hand. "Oh Y/n. I'm sure they do. They just got lost in the boys and have forgot, that even though you're a teenager, you still need them." He tries to defend them. "If you say so." I mumble, not believing him.

"Well, I have something that might cheer you up." Steve says, changing the subject. "Oh yeah, and what might that be Captain?" I ask with a smirk, making him roll his eyes. "I spoke with Fury, and he already has a mission for you. It's nothing too big, a simple in and out to get some data." Steve explains, making a smile grow on my face. "Really? Me on a mission already?" I question and he nods. "Fury would have had you on them earlier. You've been the best recruit the programme has seen. But he had to follow protocol. There is one downside though." He shares. "Oh God, don't tell me it's with my mother?" I ask making him laugh. "No, just this old man." He responds. "Really? I'm going with you?" I ask excitedly. "Yeah, you don't need me. But I wanted to see you in action on your first mission. I really am proud of you kiddo. I'm glad that I've had a front row seat to seeing you become the woman you have." He expresses honestly, taking me off guard.

The rest of dinner is lovely, and I have a really nice time. It's nice to actually have someone care about your achievements. However, that happiness soon disappears when I enter the apartment to two angry moms. "Where do you think you've been? You've not been answering your phone." Mama yells at me. I reach into my pocket and see that my phone is dead.

"Sorry, my cell died." I tell her, but that doesn't help. "So, are you going to share where you were without telling us? It's 10pm Y/n!" Mom now joins in. "I was having dinner with Steve." I share. "Until this late. Why would you be going out for dinner on a school night? Why didn't he ask us first?" Mama questions me.

"We went out to celebrate when I missed going with my class. And it's not a school night. The programme has finished now." I tell them, trying to keep my cool. "Is this about that party you couldn't go to last night?" Mom asks. "No, actually, it was having someone to celebrate with that I finished top of my class and am now officially a SHIELD agent!" I snap back, taking them both by surprise.

"You've had your final exams already?" Mom asks, stepping closer but I pull away. "Yeah, I have told you on a number of occasions. But apparently you don't listen to me anymore." I admit, feeling tears building. "You finished top?" Mama says proudly, but I just scoff. Her pride is too late. "Like you even care." I growl. "Don't talk to your mother like that." Mom tells me off.

"Like what? You haven't given me the time of day in years. Why do you suddenly care that I was out late. Was I not around to be your personal babysitter? Or were you just annoyed I wasn't there for the one time you noticed I wasn't around." I call them both out taking them by surprise.

"Y/n it was one night." Mom tries to deny more calmly. "No, it wasn't. It's always the twins this, the twins that. I have to make allowances for them in my life and stop what I'm doing to be there to babysit them. When was the last time that you spent any time with me? When did you last tell me you love me or even acknowledge me?" I shout, tears falling down my cheeks, as my parents stand staring at me in shock.

"I have worked my ass off with SHIELD so I can get in and earn my spot with them. Where I can have my own place and start a life for myself. Because I clearly haven't been a part of this family for a long time." I share how I've been feeling. I notice that both their eyes tear up. "Oh Y/n, sweetheart, that's not the case. Of course you belong." Mama tries to argue, moving closer with a shaky hand out in front of her. I don't reach out. In fact, I move away. "Well neither of your actions have shown it in the last few years." I point out, making mom cry harder. "Look it's fine. I get it. I'm not your biological child. Billy and Tommy are. I'll always be grateful for you saving me from Hydra, but you've got your family now. Don't worry, I'll be gone in a couple of days." I say sadly before heading to my room, my moms frozen in shock in their spot.

I slam the door shut behind me, locking it and falling onto my bed. I bury my head into the pillow and sob. All the emotions I've been bottling up come out. My whole body wracks with each sob as I realise, it's official. I really have lost my family now.

Nat's POV:

I feel the tears slowly falling down my cheeks as I realise that my daughter stood before me as a broken girl who thinks her moms don't love her anymore. By the time I come to my senses, Y/n is already gone, and I'm left facing my wife who is sobbing. "Have we really been putting the boys first so much she thinks that we don't want her anymore?" I say at a whisper, my voice getting caught in my throat.

"It's my fault. Things changed when I came into the picture, and we started trying for our own babies. We didn't even consider how that must have made her feel. We didn't even reassure her that we would still love her just as much, regardless of if the boys were ours biologically or not." Wanda responds.

I quickly move forward and wrap my arms around her. "It's not your fault my love. We both wanted that. Our lives are significantly better with you in them Wanda. But you're right. We should have tried harder to make sure we involved Y/n and showed her will still love her." I comfort her.

I can't believe that I've let Y/n get to this point. The day I found her in that cell, she changed my life for the better. She not only made me a mother, but she made me more human. She made me see there was more than being an Avenger. She is the reason that I who I am today. Yet I've neglected her. I got so focused on the twins that I didn't even notice how little I have seen Y/n.

"We should go and talk to her." I suggest whilst Wanda still clings to me. "She was angry. We should give her some space. Let's take her for breakfast in the morning. I'll ask Pepper to watch the boys and we can start to make this right." She counters. "But..." I start, not wanting to leave this longer than we have to. "This is our daughter we're talking about. She has your temper." Wanda tearily chuckles. "Hey!" I poorly defend. She's right though. She might not be biologically mine, but she is my mini me.

That night I don't sleep. All I can think of is every time that I blew Y/n off and decided to spend time with the twins instead. When did we stop doing things as a family? I try and think of the last time I trained with her or helped her prepare for her exams. God, how did I not even know she was taking them this week?! "Your thoughts are loud Detka." Wanda mumbles sleepily as she turns over to look at me. When she sees the distress on my face, she gives me a sympathetic smile. "She has worked so hard, and we didn't even know she was completing her final exams. She told us yet neither of us remembered or even heard her apparently. We are awful moms!" I sigh.

Wanda moves and pulls me into her embrace. "I know. I feel awful too. I'm so proud of her though. She finished top. She's just like you." She shares. "She's moving out." I realise whilst Wanda just looks at me confused. "What do you mean?" She questions. "She said she would be gone in a few days. She must have been assigned a room at SHIELD. Our little girl was ready to leave the nest and we didn't even know." I respond, another wave of sadness washing over me.

"We'll talk to her and make her see that she is still very much wanted here. If she still wants to move out that's fine, but she has to know that we love her and always have. We can't change the past but we sure as hell can make sure we change the future and how see feels." She says determined.

Neither of us really sleep. I think we regret not talking to her last night. But our tiredness soon takes over and we get some much need kip. It definitely won't do any of us favours when we talk to Y/n in the morning. She won't make it easy on us and I don't want to snap because I'm too tired.

When we eventually get up, we check on the boys and I go to ask Pepper if she would mind watching the boys. "Is Y/n not available?" Pepper asks with a humourless chuckle. "What? No, we're going to take her to breakfast." I respond, surprised at the bite to her tone. She hums in surprise. "I'll take the boys. Make sure you treat that girl. She definitely deserves it." She tells me firmly. I nod and thank her before going to get the boys.

"Everything ok?" Wanda asks me when I take Billy from her. "Whilst we've been failing to notice Y/n, I think everyone else has noticed our behaviour. It's very frosty down there." I tell her and she nods sadly. I guess we can't expect anything less.

It makes me wonder what could have happened if we didn't have everyone else around. They have clearly been supportive to her and been there when Wanda and I should have. What if she didn't have that support, would she have even still been with us?

Shaking off the thought, Wanda and I take the boys to the compound living room, where we receive a number of glares from the team that were there. Thankfully, nothing is said, but my guilt keeps on growing.

With the boys sorted, I take Wanda's hand and we head to Y/n's room. I take a deep breath and knock on the door. We wait anxiously but get no response. I try again, calling out to her this time. "Y/n, honey. Can we come in?" I ask, but once again, we're met by silence.

I look to Wanda who's got a concerned look on her face. "Sweetheart, we're going to come in now." Wanda speaks up and pushes down on the door handle. I'm surprised when it opens but that is soon replaced by shock when I see her room practically empty. There are a couple of boxes with her stuff in, but most of her clothes have gone.

I let go of Wanda's hand and quickly move into the ensuite to see if she's in there, but I'm met by more empty cabinets. Panic builds within me to know that she's gone. "Where is she?" Wanda asks as stands by the chest of draws, picking up photos that had been turned upside. She lets out a muffled sob when she sees they're our family photos. What have we done to our daughter.

"She's probably asked Fury if she could move sooner. Considering how much he loves her, I'm sure he would have done anything to get her in as soon as possible." I respond, letting out a sigh. "But she's only 17. She's still a kid." Wanda argues. "I know babe. But when she signed up, it was part of the contract that I signed as her parent. Besides, she turns 18 next week and we'd have no say anyway." I admit.

"Shit, is it already her birthday? We've done nothing to prepare for that. In fact, I'm sure we both forgot." Wanda exhales, running her hands through her hair, whilst I made sure all the photos were back upright. Though, I notice our last family photo was back when Y/n was just 15. We've got hundreds of photos with the twins, but it's been over two years since we've had a complete family photo.

Wanting to know that Y/n is ok, I grab my phone out and hit Fury's number. It rings out and I let out a sigh before trying Maria. "Romanoff." She greets me. "Hill, I was wondering if you could tell me if Y/n has moved into her room yet and if so where she's been placed. Wanda and I want to surprise her." I try my luck.

"I'm sorry, Y/n has asked that we don't disclose her room location at the moment. She has been allowed early move in, so will be in a position to share once the other agents are moving." Hill responds. "Please, Maria, I'm asking you as a friend. We really need to see Y/n." I plead, hoping she'll have sympathy on me. "And I'm telling you as a friend that how you treated your own daughter is unacceptable. Do you know why she was the best cadet to come through?" She calls me out. "No." I respond in a whisper. "Initially it was because she was trying to be just like her hero mothers. But she got even better when she was fighting to make her own name for herself to start her life over. I watched her personality change to become guarded and her walls built high. That's what you did to her Nat." She scolds me through the phone.

"I know Maria. We have fucked up more than we thought possible and we're trying to make this right. We can't do that if we can't even speak with her." I counter. "This isn't something you can just fix with a talk and a hug. This is years of you slowly neglecting her. Pushing yourself onto her is not going to help with that." Maria warns me. I know she's right. We'll end up pushing Y/n away if we're not careful. But I also know that I can't wait to fix this. I want my baby girl to know how much I love her. Despite my inability to show her these last few years.

Wanda and I spend the day trying to get any information on where Y/n might be. We get a lot of cold shoulders, and our questions often go answered. I even spend time hanging around the Shield accommodation to see if I can catch a glimpse of her. My lucks not in and I return home deflated.

When I walk through the door, a smile forms on my face as I see Wanda giving the boys dinner. "Any luck?" She asks. I just shake my head. "We'll find her." She says confidently. "When was the last time we had dinner with Y/n?" I ask, looking to Wanda who's looking at me sympathetically. "Detka, you are punishing yourself by think that." She scolds me lightly. "It's true though. She asked when we last said I love you to her. I've been trying to think, and I don't remember. How can a mother not remember when they last said I love you to their child. Have we really subconsciously disregarded her because she isn't biologically ours?" I share my thoughts, tears falling freely down my face.

Wanda quickly moves from the table, leaving the boys to carry on talking about the latest Nintendo game they're playing. She wraps her arms around me and pulls me in close. "We let ourselves get lost in the boys. They were a handful and we were blessed with a daughter who was selfless and caring. Subconsciously, we took advantage of that. But that changes now ok." She responds as I nod in the crock of her neck. We really need to fix this.

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It's been a few days and we've still had no luck in seeing Y/n. Wanda and I decided to go to Shield to talk to Fury today, whilst the boys were in school. I head straight to his office, knocking twice before heading in, not caring if he's busy. "Romanoff, Maximoff. What can I do for you?" He asks, moving his gaze from the laptop in front of him.

"It's been long enough now Fury. The other agents have started moving in and Y/n is still only 17, so tell us where she is staying." I demand, my tone harsh. "I can give you her room allocation, but she's not there." Fury responds, just angering me more. "Then where the hell is she?!" I shout, only calming down when I feel Wanda squeeze my hand. "She's on a mission. She'll back tomorrow." He responds nonchalantly.

"A mission? She's 17 Fury! How is she already going on a mission?!" Wanda responds before I even manage to direct my own anger into words. "She is almost 18 and finished top of her class. You knew that was a possibility when you signed her up Romanoff. She has the potential to be the best agent we've seen. She is ready." Fury retorts, but I'm still not happy. "She's just a kid, she could get hurt." I growl, worry taking over me.

"Natasha, she is far from the kid you think she is. If you still trained with her, you'd see that she can almost beat Steve in hand to hand combat and her weapons skill matches your own, if not better in some instances." He points out and I realise how little I actually know my daughter right now. "Look, I'll keep you posted when she's back." Fury concedes after a moment silence.

"Thank you. Is she on her own?" I ask but he shakes his head. "Steve went to be on comms." He replies and that puts my mind at ease a little. He loves her like his own, he'll do everything that he can to protect her. "Ok. Thank you." I say, taking Wanda's hand a heading home.

"We've missed so much Nat. Y/n used to tell us everything about her training and classes. We've created an environment where she doesn't feel like she can share with us anymore. She was probably so excited to get a chance on her first mission. But instead of us being with her and making sure she's prepared, we didn't even know she had gone." Wanda agonises.

"I'm worried that we may not be able to fix this. If her walls have gone up, they'll be near impossible to knock them down." I sigh. "You had walls once. What helped you to let them down?" Wanda asks. "Y/n." I respond, my gaze dropping to my hands. "Then we find away to be the same for her." Wanda tries to comfort me. But how can the people that caused her this pain, be the ones to pull her through.

The next morning is quiet whilst we get the boys ready for school. They asked this morning where Y/n was and that they missed her. It broke my heart. Because of our actions, not only is Y/n feeling alone, isolated, and not part of this family, but her brother might lose the chance of having their sister in their lives.

When we get home, we end up just sat waiting for any news that Y/n is on her way home so we can greet her. I want to be able to hear all about how her first mission went and actually be apart of something so special to her. I may not have shown it, but I've always been proud of her. She is talented and I loved training with her. I had always planned to join her again once the twins were old enough. But I didn't and it seems that I have missed out on so much.

Whilst I'm preparing lunch, I hear Friday's alarm go off and my ears tune in. "Emergency medical team to the landing bay. Emergency medical team to the landing bay." I don't even think before I'm dropping the knife onto the countertop. I go to call for Wanda, but she rushes in from the bedroom. "Something's wrong with Jess. I can feel it." She says worriedly. "Let's go." I say, taking her hand and rushing through the compound to get to the landing bay.

Cho is waiting, along with a nursing staff. "Is it Y/n?" I ask as we come to a halt next to her. It feels like an age before she responds. A small nod of the head breaks my heart. "H-how bad?" Wanda asks, a tremble to her voice. "Steve confirmed a gunshot wound. She's lost a lot of blood." She responds. I run my hand through my hair, my stomach in knots.

It feels like the world around me has become muffled. I don't hear the orders that Cho is giving her team. Had I been able to, maybe I would have known more about her condition. My chest feels tight at the thought of her being hurt and the chance that she might not make it.

It's not until a pair of hands cup my face, that I zone back into the environment around me. "Breathe for me baby." Wanda's shaking voice tries to calm me. But the complete fear in her own eyes doesn't do much to help. We're facing losing our daughter and she doubts the depths of our love for her.

I do my best to bring myself out of this panic attack. I can't be a broken version of myself. My wife and family need me more than ever. If I can't pull through now, I'm not worthy to be a mother. "That's it detka. Deep breathes." Wanda guides me. I take one more deep breath and stand straighter. This isn't about me.

I can see a frown on Wanda's face form as she sees me put up my own walls. I know that she hates when I do this, but it's the only way I know how to get through what's about to happen without completely breaking down.

It's not long until the QuinJet comes into sight and slowly starts to descend on to the landing pad. I feel like I'm holding my breath as we wait for the ramp to lower, and we can see how bad this is. My heart is thumping against my chest as it begins to lower, and I see Steve's face first.

Cho and her team move forward, a bed waiting, whilst Wanda and I hold back. I want to be by her side straight away, but I also know that we'll just be a hinderance to her care if we insist on being with her.

When we get a full view of Steve, I hear Wanda let out a sob beside me. He's holding our unconscious daughter in his arms. His own suit is covered in blood and my eyes instantly land on the blooded dressing on her stomach. "I tried to staunch the bleeding as best I could. But it just kept coming." Steve explains. I've never seen him so shaken up before.

He places Y/n on the hospital bed and moves out the way, before staring at his bloodied hands. Cho doesn't wait before rushing Y/n off to the medical bay, the three of us closely following behind.

"Is she going to be ok?" I ask as they start to get to work. But before she has a chance to respond, the machines start to go crazy and they move even faster to help my daughter.  "I can't answer that right now Agent Romanoff. I need to focus on Y/n, but I promise I'll keep you updated." Cho says, her polite way of telling us to leave. I'm reluctant, knowing that in this moment, Y/n is on the verge of life or death. But with a subtle tug of my hand from Wanda, I follow to watch through the window outside.

My gaze doesn't leave my daughter as I watch over as the team work to save her life. I don't notice that another person has joined us until I hear a bang from behind me. My head shoots around where I see Steve pinning Fury to the wall. "You told us it was empty! That all she needed was to get to the drive and out again." Steve growls at Fury who's holding his hand up in surrender. "I know." He responds, but Steve isn't happy when he slams him against the wall again.

"Then why the hell is she led in that hospital fighting for her life. There was a whole guard waiting for her!" Steve yells. This information makes the anger inside me grow. "You sent her into an ambush?!" I join in now, furious that he has put my daughter in danger.

"I didn't know! I'm as surprised as you are." Fury tries to explain, but Steve isn't letting up. "Talk!" Steve spits. "I had an agent scout the base for two weeks! Every report was how there was no activity. I would never have sent her had I know there was any more risk. It was supposed to be an easy mission for her first." Fury explains.

I can see the honesty in his eyes, and I know Steve does too. Fury has been like family to Y/n and I do trust he would never willingly put her in unnecessary danger. "So, either Hydra suddenly decided to man the base or..." Steve starts. "The agent tipped them off." I finish off as Fury nods. "I've detained the agent, and he broke within minutes. It was a perfect opportunity for them to fight you without back up." Fury shares as Steve lets him go. "Except I wasn't meant to go in. So, they were faced with Y/n." Steve concludes.

"I'm sorry Nat. I really am. I never would put Y/n in danger like that. I wanted her to have a successful first mission. One that would build her confidence." Fury apologises with a sincerity that he rarely shows. "I want to see him." I state firmly, to which Fury sighs. "Me too. It's because of him that our daughter is fighting for her life." Wanda steps beside me, her eyes glowing red. "Not now, not while you're both angry and worried." Fury refuses. "He could be the reason my daughter dies!" I shout at him, but he doesn't budge. "And he'll also be the reason I have to arrest you for killing him. If it's not you it'll be Wanda. I'm not letting either of you do that." Fury once again declines.

In a huff, I drop to the seat in the waiting room, my head falling into my hands. He's right. I will kill him if I get my hands on him. "Be here for Y/n. She needs you now more than ever. Leave the rest to me. I can promise that he will not get away with it." Fury orders, the formality coming back into his tone. We all reluctantly agree, and he leaves content that, for now, a homicide will not be occurring.

"What happened?" I ask Steve when the silence becomes almost unbearable. He takes the seat next to me and his gaze falls to his blooded hands. "It was meant to be a simple mission to test her hacking. I was in the QuinJet for support, and she was to go in, get to the mainframe computer and download as much data as possible." He starts and I nod along. "It was going fine, and she was doing everything by the book, clearing each room one by one. Part of me was sure she would be just like you and be impatient to get what she needed." He shares, with a small smile, making me chuckle. "Thankfully, she's a far better agent than I am." I respond, feeling Wanda's hand interlink with mine.

"It was as she got to the second floor, she said something felt off. It was warmer and it didn't smell as damp and musty. She said there were signs that this floor had been used recently. Knowing the risk that could entail, I told her to pull back and we'd get a team to help us clear the base. It wasn't something we should be doing on our own." He continues to explain, my anger towards the double agent increasing by the minute. But I also feel pride at how she was able to establish that something was wrong.

"She did as I ordered, but she was ambushed on her way out. I was already on my way in to meet her when I heard gunshots start. By the time I reached her, all the agents were down around her, but an alarm was blaring, and I knew others would be on their way. I grabbed at Y/n's arm, but she didn't move. As I moved in front of her, it was then I saw where her gaze was fixed. She's been hit. I got her out of there as quickly as I could and set the QuinJet to fly on autopilot. I tried everything that I could to stop the bleeding, but there was just so much. I-I...." Steve starts to crumble as he aggressively rubs at the blood on his hands.

I reach out and place my hands over his, stopping his actions. "I know you would have done everything you could Steve. We don't blame you. I'm so grateful that you were there to help our daughter." I try to reassure him. "I'm going to clean up. I can't sit here with...this on my hands any longer." Steve says, standing up holding his hands out in front of him.

Silence falls again when it's just Wanda and me. I want to look through the window again, but I don't think I can see them working on her. If she dies, I can't watch that. She looked so small as Steve laid her on the bed. "I had always hoped I'd be with her on her first mission." I speak up, guilt building once again. "Hmm" Wanda responds, turning to look at me. "When we used to train together, I always knew she would be one of the best the agency we would see. I couldn't wait to work along side her. My pride was overwhelming." I share as Wanda smiles softly at me.

"What happened? Why did I let myself lose sight of her. I have no excuse for treating her how I did. When I adopted her, I promised that she would always be loved and safe. Look at her now. I wouldn't blame her if she never forgives me." I lament, tears stinging my eyes. "It wasn't just you babe. We both have done wrong by Y/n and it's not forgivable. But we can work to earn her trust back and be the mothers that she deserves." She tries to comfort me.

"What if she doesn't make it and we don't have a chance to make things right? Or she does make it through, but she wants nothing to do with us?" I question in a panic. "I think she always hoped you'd eventually pull your heads out your asses." Steves voice takes us both by surprise as he rejoins us in a pair of sweats and a hoody. "What do you mean?" I ask, confused.

"Fury loves that kid. If she had asked to move out sooner, he would have allowed her too. I think part of her didn't want to go just in case you started being the loving and caring mothers you once were. Ultimately, she was still a kid and desperate to still have you in her life." He clarifies. "But she had already gone. We blew our last shot." Wanda speaks up. "Maybe you're right. But if anyone is worth fighting for. It's her." Steve points out and I couldn't agree more. I know that I'll do anything in my power to make things right and hopefully prove to my daughter that I love her more than I can express.

After hours of waiting, too scared to even glance through the window, Cho comes out of the medical room with a solemn look, and it feels like all the air has been sucked out of the room. I feel my breathing pick up once again, the thought of not being able to fix everything with Y/n becomes suffocating. It's not until Wanda grasps my hand that I find myself zoning back in.

"H-how is s-she?" I find myself asking in a quiet, unsure voice. Cho sighs and takes the seat opposite us, her hands interlocked. "Y/n suffered a gunshot wound to her abdomen. The bullet went straight through her liver. We were required to remove part of her liver, to ensure we saved her life. This was harder with the amount of blood that she lost. However, we were able to stabilise her before repairing the damage done to her liver." She explains.

"So, she's going to be, ok?" Wanda asks to clarify. "It's going to be touch and go. She's extremely weak right now and the next couple of days are going to be critical to her recovery. If she can pull through these next few days, I believe she'll make a full recovery. Though it'll take a lot of rehab to adjust to the changes to her body." Cho confirms.

I let out a small sob, knowing that she can pull through this. I have to believe that she will make it through these next few days, and we can be there to support her through her recovery. "Will she be able to return to full field duties?" Steve asks, clearly agitating Wanda. "Really Steve. That's what you're concerned about right now?" She snaps.

He turns to look at us and I know exactly why he's asking. "The SHIELD programme is everything to Y/n. To lose it after only just achieving it, that will crush her." Steve defends. "I think she would rather be alive right now." Wanda snaps back. "You just don't want to face that the honest truth is that without this programme, Y/n will feel like she has nothing, and I hate to say it, but she won't be too happy about being alive." Steve shares, an angry, yet sad look on his face.

Wanda goes to argue back, a look of hurt washing over her face. But I hold my hand up to stop her. "He's right my love." I interrupt her, making her snap her head to me. "SHIELD was the only family she thought that she had after she believed that she didn't belong in this family anymore. It will break her if she can't carry on what she worked so hard to achieve." I admit sadly.

I lock eyes with Wanda, and I see her heartbreak even further, if that's possible. "It'll take time and a lot of hard work, but I believe that Y/n would be able to return to full duties within SHIELD." Cho chips in, reminding us all that she was still in the room. "But first, she needs to get through the next few days." She reiterates, making all of us nod.

"Can we see her?" I ask, desperate to be with her and to hold her hand. "Of course. I'll be in my office, but the nursing staff will monitor her hourly." She smiles at us and leaves us to it. I take Wanda's hand and lead her towards the door and slowly push the door open. I let out a gasp when I see my little girl led in bed. She has a tube down her throat and wires attached to so many machines.

I've seen many people in this situation. But when it's your own daughter, there aren't words to describe the pain you feel. How helpless you are to make them better. All you can do is sit and watch as you wait for fate to take its course. Praying that you get your daughter back.

I instantly move to take a seat next to her bed, taking her hand in mine and holding it tightly. I notice the bruising to her knuckles, showing she fought. It brings a small smile of pride to my face.

Wanda goes to the opposite side of the bed and gently places her hand on Y/n's head. "I'm so sorry moya Lyubov." She whispers, leaning in to press a kiss to her forehead. "We promise we're going to make things right. We are so sorry that you ever felt like you didn't belong in this family. You'll never doubt this again!" I make promise to her now, one that I will repeat when she wakes up. Because she will wake up.

Part 2

[sweetromanova]

More To Lose: Part Five🖤

Summary: You thought your life with Steve Rogers was what love looked like. But love isn’t quiet disappointment or fading into the background. It’s soft hands when you’re breaking. It’s someone who sees you, even when you don’t see yourself. And just maybe, it’s Natasha Romanoff, waiting for you to see her too.

A/N: honestly this chapter haunted me, i re-read it again and again and i just can’t click with it! anyway i hope you all enjoy final ‘official’ chapter!🤍

Chapter Five

It ends quietly. Not like usual with the Avengers, like with an explosion or a door slammed off its hinges but with a small unraveling. Soft and inevitable. The kind of ending that’s been writing itself for months in the silences between arguments, in the late-night walks down opposing hallways, in the empty spot on the bed where warmth should’ve been.

So when Steve leaves, it’s calm. Polite. He doesn’t raise his voice and he doesn’t fight.

He just packs his duffel bag, folds a few of Margot’s toys into a ziplock to keep at his new place and says. “We’ll figure out a schedule.”

You nod, once. Nothing left to say.

Margot watches from your hip, thumb in her mouth, her eyes wide but dry. She doesn’t cry when he kisses her forehead, she just copies your wave and flashes the fresh, baby teeth that appeared overnight.

She doesn’t cry often but she does cry. She cried when Natasha left for a mission for less than 24 hours last month. She cried when Natasha didn’t come quick enough to kiss her goodnight at bedtime.

So after the door closes, after the Tower settles back into its late evening routine, you let out a breath you didn’t realise you’d been holding. The kind that comes not from relief but from release.

A final acceptance.

The next morning, you move into a smaller suite, further down the hallway. Just you and Margot. Two rooms, a beautiful open plan living room where you can see every corner of trouble your toddler can get into and a balcony that catches the afternoon sun. Wanda helps you unpack while Natasha fixes the stuck drawer rail in Margot’s wardrobe. Sam shows up with pizza and a very serious speech about getting visitation rights with Fanny.

You laugh, genuinely. For the first time in weeks, months or even years.

It doesn’t feel like mourning. It feels like after.

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Your old name finds you again slowly, whispered first then spoken aloud as you return to work.

“Great to have you back, ma’am.” Someone greets you during a strategy call. It takes you half a second to realise they’re talking to you. That you’re not standing in Steve’s shadow anymore, not ‘Cap’s girl’ or ‘Steve’s baby mama’, not even ‘Mrs Rogers.’ You’re just you.

You give the order. You map the route. You clarify with clean, unshaken precision.

No one questions it.

Later that week, Sam corners you in the elevator and bumps your shoulder with a grin. “Kinda missed seeing you run the show.”

Wanda squeezes your hand over lunch. “You seem back.”

You’re not sure what back means. You’re not the same person who fell into this place years ago, overflowing with confidence and clipped control but you’re no longer lost in someone else’s story either. You’re writing your own again.

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Natasha doesn’t push. She never has. But she’s there more and more now. Present in all the small ways that used to feel accidental but now you know better. She’s in the rhythm of your days now, wrapped into the spaces between early morning walks and late night baby wake-ups. There’s no label for it. No declarations.

Just Natasha.

She shows up with coffee before staff meetings. She still leaves dry clothes on your chair after Margot spills milk on you during breakfast. She fixes things before you even realise they’re broken.

And Margot, sweet, clever Margot gravitates toward her like the moon to the tide. Sometimes you watch them, the way your daughter curls into Natasha’s side on the couch, how Nat hums under her breath while brushing little knots from Margot’s hair, how she never complains when she’s called “Nat Nat” ten times in two minutes.

You never said it out loud. But you think your daughter knows. Knows where she’s safe, knows who shows up, knows real love.

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It builds between you slowly, the thing that waits beneath words.

You don’t kiss. Not yet. But your fingers brush across hers when you pass a mug. Her eyes linger when you lean too close over the baby monitor. You both pretend not to notice.

Until one night, you can’t sleep.

Margot’s long fast asleep. The Tower is still. You stand on your balcony in a hoodie, sipping lukewarm warm tea, staring into the dark as if the answers might be there in the skyline.

The door behind you slides open with a soft hiss. You don’t need to turn because you already know it’s her.

“I was going to call you.” You murmur.

“I know.” Natasha replies. She steps up beside you, another mug in her hand. “Didn’t want to wait.”

You smile into your cup. “Figured me out, huh?”

She hums quietly. “I’ve always had a thing for patterns.”

The silence stretches again, not awkward. Just full.

You speak first. “I feel so… content? Like I think I stopped waiting for the life I thought I wanted. And started noticing the one that just… showed up.”

Her eyes find you and they’re full of warmth. “Are you waiting for me to be sure?” You question, the first time acknowledging the relationship since that night in her bedroom.

Natasha takes a breath, then shakes her head. “No. I’m waiting for you to want it out loud.”

“I do.” Your chest aches in the best way. “Want it.”

A pause. “I want you.”

She doesn’t smile, not right away. She just leans in, slow and patient and when you meet her halfway, it’s not fireworks. It’s not heat or need or desperation.

It’s quiet. It’s peace.

Her lips press to yours and you sigh into it, like your lungs have finally found space again.

When she pulls back, her fingers still resting on your cheek, she says it so softly you almost miss it. “Took you long enough.”

You laugh, low and genuine and rest your forehead against hers. “I had a few detours.”

She nods. “I waited.”

“You always did.”

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It wasn’t supposed to be anything.

Just a late-night stop after the drive back from a mission briefing one state over, a long, quiet ride filled with half-hearted radio scanning, the buzz of overhead lights and Natasha humming to herself while you stared out the window.

The debrief had run longer than expected. Everyone else stayed overnight but Natasha didn’t feel like waiting around and you had an eager, impatient toddler being babysat by an even more impatient witch.

“Wanna ride back with me?” She asked, casual as can be, leaning on the doorframe like she hadn’t just dragged three lieutenants through a tactical report without breaking a sweat.

You said yes without thinking twice.

Now it’s just after ten and you’re sitting across from her in a plastic booth at a McDonald’s off the highway, half-laughing over fries that are already going cold. There’s a flickering fluorescent light overhead and your drink lid keeps popping off. Someone in the back is listening to a podcast way too loud. At first it was overstimulating but now?

It’s ridiculous. And weirdly… nice.

Natasha picked the table in the corner, away from the windows. She ordered a Filet-O-Fish like it was the most normal thing in the world. You didn’t even know people actually ordered those.

She raised an eyebrow when you stared. “Don’t judge me. It’s nostalgic.”

You snorted into your straw. “You think you know somebody then they go do this… you’re so full of surprises, Romanoff.”

She just shrugged, taking a slow bite and then flicking a fry at you. “So are you.”

Conversation drifts easy about the mission, about Margot, about the absolute horror of ketchup packets.

She steals some of your fries and you let her. Somewhere between laughing about Sam’s recent brief but disastrous attempt at online dating and her rant about people who don’t return shopping carts, your knees bump under the table and you don’t move away.

You feel it. That thing curling up in your chest, low and steady. That quiet awareness of her, the warmth of her thigh against yours, the soft rasp of her voice, the way she keeps looking at you a second longer than she needs to. Since Steve left, she’s been around and there were moments of affection but once you returned to work, things became increasingly hectic and it felt like your relationship was gradually pushed to the sidelines.

You’re mid-sentence when she reaches across the table and plucks a piece of napkin fuzz from your hoodie. Doesn’t say anything. Just smooths it down with her thumb before her hand slips back to her side.

Your whole body hums and she knows. You can see it in the faint tug at the corner of her mouth, the way her eyes drop to yours and hold. She’s not teasing or pushing but noticing.

You eat in silence for a moment. The kind that feels full, not empty. When you get up to leave, you toss your trash and hold the door open for her. The air outside is cool, the scent of fryer oil surrounding you. She stands beside you, her hands in her jacket pockets, eyes on the near-empty parking lot.

“So…” You say, suddenly unsure what to do with your own hands. “That was… something.”

Natasha glances over at you, one brow raised. “What, the filet? That was everything.”

You laugh. “No, I mean- Was this a first-“

“It wasn’t a date!” She cuts in, too fast.

Too pointed.

You blink. “Okay.”

Her gaze flickers to yours and softens. “I mean- It was McDonald’s, not Paris.”

You shrug. “Still felt kind of like a date.”

Natasha exhales a quiet laugh. “If it was…” She says slowly, stepping a little closer. “It was a really terrible one.”

You grin. “Worst first date of my life.”

She grins back. “Good. Then I won’t have to try too hard to top it.”

You’re quiet a moment longer, watching her. The way her hair’s half falling out of its braid, the way her eyes linger on your mouth like she’s weighing something. “If this was a first date, would you have kissed me?”

The air shifts as the question hangs between you like breath held too long.

“I usually don’t kiss on first dates.” She shrugs finally, even though her voice is playful now. “Too much pressure. Too much expectation.”

“Right. Yeah. That makes sense.”

She steps closer. “But…” She adds, her fingers brushing your sleeve, deliberate and slow, “This wasn’t a first date…” Your breath catches. She’s close enough now that you can feel the warmth of her body, the way the night air can’t quite get between you.

“And honestly?” She murmurs, her face a fraction away from hers. “If I got the chance to have a first date with you? I probably would’ve kissed you the second you offered me one of your fries..”

You laugh, a quiet, breathless sound. “That early, huh?”

She smirks. “I was already hooked. Perfect crisp-to-salt ratio.”

You smile at her. “So… what’s it count as if we kiss now?”

She tilts her head. “Maybe we’re just… skipping ahead.”

“To what?”

Natasha leans in, so close your noses nearly touch. Her voice is barely audible. “The part where I stop pretending I don’t want to.”

And when her lips brush yours, gentle but certain, it’s not a question anymore.

It’s not a first date or a second. It’s just you and her, finally catching up to something that’s been waiting patiently to bloom.

When she pulls back, you’re smiling and when she turns toward the car again, she says over her shoulder, “You still have to buy me real food next time.”

You follow, grinning like an idiot. “Not McDonald’s?”

Natasha laughs. “You don’t get a second maybe-date with a Filet-O-Fish girl that easy.”

And just like that, maybe it is a date. Maybe not the first. But definitely not the last.

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Tony picks Margot up on a Friday morning. He meets you at the Quinjet hangar, all bright-eyed and grabby hands, already crouching down with his arms open before you’ve even unbuckled her from the car seat.

“There's my favourite tiny Avenger!” He exclaims, like he hasn’t seen her every night this week.

You roll your eyes but Margot giggles, launching herself into his arms without hesitation. He lifts her easily, swinging her around once to make her laugh harder, then settles her on his hip like he’s done it a thousand times, which, by now, he has.

Steve’s taking Margot for the weekend, a rare break in his schedule and a well-earned one in yours. It just so happened to line up with Tony being summoned to DC for a two-day energy summit. To save both parents the trip, he offered to bring her along on the Quinjet.

“Well…” Tony says, adjusting her backpack over his shoulder with one hand and you handing over her favourite stuffed teddy, that for some reason wore a Black Widow outfit, with the other. “Daddy America has a full itinerary. I’m talking baking, crafts, probably some wood-chopping, a bedtime story told with emotional range. It’s gonna be adorable.”

You raise a brow. “And you're okay handing her over to all that wholesomeness to go work?”

He grins. “Please. She’ll be bored out of her mind within 20 minutes without Uncle Tony. But hey, I admire your optimism.”

Margot wraps her arms around his neck and presses her cheek against his arc reactor like it’s her own little nightlight.

Your heart tugs, not with worry. Just that quiet kind of ache that comes from loving something so much it leaves space when it’s gone.

“You good?” he asks, eyes flicking to yours. He’s teasing, but it’s gentle around the edges.

You nod. “Yeah. Go. Before I change my mind and keep her all weekend.”

Tony salutes with two fingers. “Copy that, civilian. Go take a nap or a shower.”

He turns toward the ramp, Margot waving over his shoulder. You wave back until they disappear inside, the hum of the Quinjet engines disappearing.

Then it’s quiet, a little too quiet but also maybe the good kind. The kind that makes room for something else.

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Back in your apartment, after you can finally see your floor again, Margot’s toys neatly put away for the first time in months, you take a minute to breath in the silence. Not for long though as there’s a quick knock on your door.

You weren’t exactly expecting Natasha but you knew she’d come.

She’s holding a bottle of wine and a bag of groceries, a subtle smile tucked into the corner of her mouth. “Felt weird not seeing Margot.”

You step aside before you even think about it, your heart already softening. She’s wearing jeans and a sweater that slides slightly off one shoulder.

She cooks something simple, pasta with garlic and oil and a little too much parmesan. You sit at the kitchen table and watch her in the soft kitchen light, her bare feet quiet on the tile. She moves like she belongs here like she already knows where everything is but then again, she does.

You eat together. No interruptions. No monitor buzzing. No half-eaten plates or negotiations about broccoli.

Later, with the dishes drying and the lights dimmed, you pour one last glass of wine and sink into the couch beside her. Her fingers brush yours, hesitant at first then firmer, like a question she’s already sure you’ll answer.

She doesn’t ask, she just waits like usual.

You’re the one who leans in first. The kiss is soft at the edges, but deep. She meets you with quiet certainty, her hand sliding to your jaw, holding you there like she doesn’t want to let go. The second kiss is slower. More deliberate, like an unraveling. You lose time like that. In touches and exhales and the warmth of her hand under your shirt, her fingertips skimming your skin like she’s memorising the shape of you.

When you finally stand, it’s without a word. She follows you down the hall like it’s the most natural thing in the world, like it was always going to be this.

The bedroom is dim, the bedsheets already pulled back. The air is cool against your skin but her presence is warm and steady at your side. She undresses you slowly, without performance, just pure admiration. Her touch isn’t rushed or uncertain. It’s gentle, filled with something quiet and reverent. She tucks your hair behind your ear and lets her fingers linger at your jaw, eyes searching yours for permission she doesn’t need to ask for out loud. You nod.

There’s no urgency. Her lips brush your collarbone, your neck, your chest, your thighs. Her hands trace over your ribs, your waist, your back, not demanding but present. Like she’s reminding you that you’re here, that she’s here and neither of you is going anywhere.

Her mouth finds yours again, and again, and again, until everything else blurs.

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Later, the window is cracked open. The night air drifts in, brushing over flushed skin and tangled limbs. You lie half beneath her, half beside her, the covers twisted and low around your waists. Her hand rests on your bare stomach, lazy and possessive, her thumb stroking small, absent circles into your skin.

She doesn’t pull away. Even when sleep starts to pull at her, she stays wrapped around you like she’s anchoring herself too.

In the morning, sunlight spills over the sheets, gold and warm. Her arm is still around you and your legs are tangled like roots. She’s pressed into your back, her breath warm against your shoulder blade, her palm flat over your heart.

You smile into the quiet.

And she doesn’t need to say it, you feel the curve of her lips against your skin.

She’s smiling too.

[saturntojuno]

what am i doing? oh, nothing. just wondering what natasha would think of yelena finding a family again, like she did for a while with the avengers.

i'm thinking of an alternate universe where nat didn't die but yelena would still find her way to john, ava, bucky, and bob. natasha would still be an avenger along with sam. after the new avengers announcement, she's the first to suggest, "what if we just--" she crisscrosses her fingers together "james is still technically an avenger, anyway, and we're always looking for new recruits." and everybody goes silent because - well, she's got a point.

(no, seriously, why can't we all just get along, hm? avengers, new avengers. potato, po-tah-to)

i'm thinking alexei would be thrilled to have three daughters and three sons. ("two," bucky would insist, "i'm still older than you.") they don't have enough players to form a soccer team but they play every weekend anyway. they will all pretend to hate it but it's their favorite form of training. "it's family bonding!" alexei would argue and the others secretly agree.

i'm thinking about how natasha could never fully trust john, never in the way she trusted steve and trusts sam. but she gives john a boon for every time he tells yelena "on your six" (he never says it out loud. but she notices. actions > words, and all that) natasha had steve. in some capacity, for every time john looks to yelena for direction and yelena takes the piss at john for anything he does but defends him just as fiercely, natasha's certain yelena has john in the exact same way.

i'm thinking ava and natasha would get along quickly. natasha won't even hesitate to treat her like a sister. they've both been hurt by shield in some way. they've both lost people. but somehow, they don't talk about it. they share silences. they drink beer. they train. they go bother john in the kitchen. natasha would steal ava and yelena from the tower for hours just to hang out at the rooftop unbothered.

i'm thinking she'd treat bob the way she treated wanda. she'd take this incredibly powerful and volatile human being under her wing and give him all the care and love she's capable of - and she's got plenty to give. bob's going to love her equally. he's happy to have yelena, and for yelena to have someone who looks out for her, too. he's always wanted a sister. he's going to think otherwise all the time but this is a family he'd like to keep.

for bucky, well. i just think buckynat would be neat, yk? i will not elaborate. (sambuckynat, if you prefer, because sambucky divorce is Not Real here)

both yelena and natasha will make up for the time they lost when yelena was blipped. natasha secretly moves into the watchtower* (tbd) and not wherever sam's building the new compound. yelena will understand natasha doting in her own way, because she knows that if it was the other way around - if she lost natasha forever, she wouldn't know what to do with that kind of pain. grieving. yearning. she'll hate it. she would let it overcome her and she wouldn't know what to do.

yelena will play it cool, sometimes she won't, but she's grateful to have her sister in this universe.

and it would just be this wholesome, straight-out-of-fanfiction-because-it-is scenario that puts family front and centre. and nobody dies.

[spideystarkss]

All My Fault (Part One)

A/N: First of a two or three part series! Thank you for reading:)

Summary: You get hurt during a mission and Bucky blames himself. Tony has a heart to heart with The Winter Soldier. 

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Stark!Reader

Warnings: ANGST, Language, Guilt

Word Count: 3.2k

He couldn’t quite understand how he got there, staring down at you. You looked so frail, so lifeless. Helplessly watching you hooked up to all of the machines and IV tubes had really done a number on him. He was so damn frightened when you were admitted, worried that you would never recover.

The mission had gone all wrong. The moment that Hydra had made an entrance, Bucky had lost all focus. His main objective was to make sure they didn’t get to you because they knew who you were.

They knew that you were Bucky Barnes’ everything. That you were more important than anything that Bucky had come to love in this new world he was being introduced to. That you were introducing him to. They knew that if they got to you, they’d get their soldier back because Bucky would sacrifice himself for you any day. He had miscalculated because you would do the same for him.

After everything that Hydra had done to him, after everything they had done to ruin his life and make him into a weapon to terrorize the masses with, this was the worst thing that they had ever done to torture him. One miss-step and the building was coming down, crumbling around you as you were knocked out, placed in the current coma you were under in the Med Bay.

He had sworn that the moment happened in slow-motion. One minute you were fighting off two agents while Bucky and Clint fought some others and Nat snatched the flash drive from the control panel. The next, a grenade had gone off, an explosion erupting, sending you all stumbling out of the remains. Once Bucky was able to get up, he found your body, your face battered and bruised with a large gash across your jaw.

He had never felt so helpless, so worthless in his life. He cradled your head, breathless. In a moment of instant panic, he hoisted you in his arms and ran to the quinjet where you were rushed back to the compound.

Bucky wasn’t the only one hurting in the wake of your severe condition. Steve had been pacing the whole ten hours that you were in surgery with Bruce and Dr. Cho while Wanda sought comfort in Vision in the waiting room. She had been crying since she saw her best friend beaten to a pulp.

Tony consoled Pepper who was a crying mess and Bucky could just see how badly your father wanted to burst into a sob. His baby girl was fighting for her life and all of the resentment he felt towards the man who had taken his daughter away from him, kept threatening to spill out in the middle of the mass amount of medical professionals he had employed.

Bucky didn’t have it in him to even move a single muscle. He sat in the chair where he had watched you get wheeled behind swinging doors with doctors and nurses rushing to give you oxygen and check your pulse.

Your blood was stained onto his hands, ingrained into the divots and creases near his flesh knuckles. His metal hand had formed into a fist, teeth gritted as he rocked himself on his feet. He wanted to scream or cry but he felt nothing, he didn’t allow himself to. It was his fault that you were so damaged and he felt the full force of guilt weighing him down in the same way that Hydra had forced him to harm thousands of people. He felt their pain; he saw the fear in their eyes. He had ruined so many lives and now you were suffering the same fate all because of him.

His eyes were becoming almost too heavy to keep open. The bags under his eyes weighed heavy and he wanted to sleep so bad. But he couldn’t. He was far too afraid that he’d fall asleep and you’d slip away without giving him a chance to say goodbye. Back during his Hydra days, he had been accustomed to keeping his eyes open for days at a time. He was too fragile to keep them closed while the threat of torture and murder bit at his heels like wild dogs.

These days, he was so used to sleeping within seconds that his head hit the pillow. It wasn’t the bed that let him dream peacefully but the woman in his arms. You had made everything easy for him; you were an angel.

No sleep had been in the foreseeable future as he stared at you from the chair beside your bed. It had been three days since you had returned from the mission and you were still not awake. Bucky hadn’t moved much either, insisting on staying put besides taking a shower but other than that, Steve basically had to force food down his throat. Bucky felt as though he didn’t deserve to eat if you weren’t able to.

He could see your grin so vividly, picturing how excited you got when it was time for lunch. He remembered your date at the diner his mom used to take him to as a kid and how much you loved everything about the place. Bucky could care less about where he took you as long as you were there because he loved you.

But now, now you were in a coma, your face swollen and patched up while various tubes filtered through your skin. He could barely stomach looking at what he had done but he forced himself to. He deserved to go through the pain of knowing what he did while you were in pain inflicted by him. He had sworn he’d protect you and take care of you but somewhere along the line, he had failed. He didn’t think that there was a way to fix this but he sure as hell needed you to wake up.

“Buck?” Steve called from the door of your med bay room and stared at his friend in concern. “Buck.” He repeated but Bucky was in no shape to be listening or talking to others. Not while the love of his life was fighting for her life.

“Bucky.” Steve placed his hand on Bucky’s shoulder, making his jolt in surprise. He caught his breath and then looked up at the blonde soldier.

“When was the last time you slept, bud?”

“I don’t know.” Bucky mumbled, putting his eyes back on his girl, watching her chest rise and fall to ease some of his jitteriness.

“You should get some rest. She can’t wake up and see you like this. You’re a mess.”

“If. If she wakes up. Based off of how it’s going, it’s not lookin’ too good, bud.” He spat in annoyance. Why couldn’t people just leave him alone to wallow?

Steve sighed and deep down knew that all of this had been built up. Bucky had been so afraid of losing you while you were perfectly fine that now you were actually hurt, he was a void of who he used to be. “She’s going to. You have to believe that she will because the way you’re going about it, it’s all wrong.”

“Leave me alone, Rogers.”

“Bucky-”

“Just leave.” Steve was no stranger to Bucky’s pointed attitude and somewhat off-putting remarks but he had a feeling that this was cutting deeper than any blade to pierce The Winter Soldier’s skin.

“I’ll be back around dinnertime. I’ll bring you something up. And please, just get some rest.” Steve patted Bucky on the shoulder before exiting the room and calling Wanda’s visit off. Wanda visited at least three times a day to try and get a reading on you but you were talented at blocking her signals, even when incapacitated.

Bucky glanced at your face, the most gorgeous face he had ever seen and felt tears welling up in his ocean blue eyes. There was a harshly wrapped bandage over your right cheekbone from where they had to sew up the deep gash that had made its way through your soft flesh.

The bruises were now turning a yellowish color as opposed to the darkened blue and purple that rose to your temple and jaw bone. There were various cuts littered over your cheeks and chin, ones even close to your eyes. Your lip had been busted and had to be sewn to aid in healing but your entire mouth was swollen.

A few salty droplets glided down Bucky’s cheek and his heart ached at what he had done. He hadn’t saved you in time and now he may never have time with you again.

Somewhere between the afternoon and evening, Bucky had left briefly to take an inhumanly fast shower before heading back to be with you. He sat at the edge of the bed you had shared and he sighed. He hadn’t had much time to grieve even though his thoughts tormented him at all seconds of the day. He began to let his eyes wander around.

They first hit the small couch that was in your room. It was deep onyx black with golden pillows set atop of it because you wanted it to mirror the color scheme of your own Iron Man suit. Bucky let out a breathy laugh softly to himself as he remembered when he was trying to read a book on the bed and after a few moments of silence, you threw a pillow at his head, engaging a pillow fight that ended in a stubbed toe and a broken lamp.

Next, he noticed some of your clothes left haphazardly on the floor, ones that he had specifically asked you to throw in the hamper before heading to the quinjet. Yet now, he didn’t have the heart to move them. He searched for you, in everything and anything. Of course, everything in that damn room had a memory laced within it. But one, in particular, was the framed photograph beside your bed. It captured a moment of pure bliss. You leaned up, kissing Bucky on the cheek while his eyes crinkled and was laughing because you licked his cheek.

He couldn’t help but let the dam break as sobs ripped through his taut chest and he buried his head in his hands. How could he lose you? How could he lose the one thing in his life that made his sorry life worth living in the damn first place? He wanted to break something, he wanted to scream and cry but he wanted you to be there to calm him down, to tell him that everything was going to be okay. But you weren’t there and it wasn’t okay. It wouldn’t be okay, not ever.

He must have been loud because a knock at the door made him snap out of his fit and get up, wiping away his self-inflicted pity tears. His eyes were red and cheeks were flushed as he opened the door and allowed his shoulders to sink.

“Thought a cat was dying in here based on the sounds you were making, my god.” Tony rolled his eyes, pressing passed Bucky and sitting down on the couch.  “But then it occurred to me, you don’t have a cat! You don’t have a cat in here, right Barnes?”

“No sir, we don’t have a cat.” Bucky looked down at his feet as he approached the living space and sighed. You loved animals and while getting a cat might not be the pet you had always wanted, Bucky would get you as many fucking cats as you damn well pleased.

“Look, my kid is a strong woman. She’s fighting and as much as I dislike you, she seems to really care for you. So, what I can do is make sure that while she’s not here, that you are taking care of yourself. Look at you, Barnes. I’m guessing you haven’t slept in three days? Neither have I. But, you need to. You won’t be any help for her if you’re not taking care of yourself first.”

“Mr. Stark, she means everything to me and this is all my fault. The love of my entire long ass life is practically dying on an uncomfortable bed with a patch-work face and broken limbs all because of me. Hydra fucking knew that she was my greatest weakness.”

Tony sighed and cut Bucky off. “Is it really a weakness to love someone? I love Pepper. I painstakingly will admit that I love my friends. But my daughter, I love my daughter more than my own amazingly pathetic life and that isn’t the weakness people tell you it is.” Tony stopped to look around the room and spotted a Metallica shirt on the floor. “Brat took my favorite shirt.” And then he shook his head.

“Anyway, blah, blah, blah with all the ‘love is a strength’ and all that bullshit but there may be some truth in what they say. I’m not Iron Man because I like covering myself in titanium alloy for fun. Although my ass looks fantastic in red and gold. I might do it a little bit because I have a praise kink but that’s neither here nor there.” Bucky scoffed and Tony hit him upside the head, Bucky rubbing at the ache.

“Ultimately when it comes down to it, I became Iron Man because of the people I love, to protect them and make sure they get to be safe and live and enjoy life for all the reasons they were put on the earth to begin with.”

Bucky looked up at Tony in surprise reverence. Sure, he respected your father but he hadn’t had the easiest relationship with him. “I love her more than anything in this world and now-now I might lose her. So, how can I take care of myself when she’s in there, not able to laugh and talk and do whatever she wishes to do when it’s all on me?”

Free tears straggled down his face and he resigned in a chair across from where Tony sat. He had never thought in a million years that he’d be pouring out his heart to a man who seemed to hate him more than wearing the same suit within three months' time; Stark’s never wore the same thing twice until three months after wearing it the first time. He knew that from you.

Tony narrowed his eyes, studying the man’s depressed features. He understood what mourning felt like, what the weight of the world felt like as it bore down on his shoulders. It was too much and by the time he had realized it, the weight had broken his back. If he couldn’t do anything to help you, he’d help the next best thing.

“I’m going to be honest. I blamed you. Hydra targeted my daughter because she’s with you and you love her and all that garbage. She wouldn’t have been the main target otherwise.” He paused, drawing in a breath. Bucky flinched in shame and regret, knowing that it was his doing, that the world would lose an amazing person as a sacrifice to keeping the likes of him, a monster.

“However, I said I blamed you, as in the past.” Bucky looked up, hopeful with a warm sensation growing within his chest.

“You had no control over the situation and I can relate when it comes to trauma, Bucky. I am no stranger to taking in that burden of guilt and I’ll tell you, it’s fucking heavy.” Bucky nodded, understanding exactly what those words meant.

He had never known Tony Stark to have so many problems that actually affected him but you had often told him about your childhood. Tony was a great father but he dealt with a lot from your mother abandoning you to the fear of living a life where he had failed to save everyone around him. Bucky understood that pain, that agony that kept one up at odd hours in the night. He understood the yearning for love and compassion that had driven him to deserve love from you in the first place. You were his saving grace and he had to owe it all to the man in front of him.

“It’s not your fault for what played out. You have to understand that my daughter, much like me, is strong-willed and so damn stubborn. She doesn’t need a protector or a white knight. She’s going to do whatever she wants and she knew the consequences that came with being your girlfriend.” He rubbed his hands together, looking Bucky dead in the eye.

“She loves you, man. I don’t know why, but she absolutely, unequivocally loves you.” It pained your dad to accept that you weren’t his baby anymore but a grown woman who he couldn’t be any prouder of. Bucky tried to swallow through the thick air, thinking about how much he fucking loved you. You were his one. He was dead set on marrying you and he had to believe that there was still a future where that could all happen.

“She wouldn’t want you to be beating yourself up because of what happened so you shouldn’t. Get some rest, eat a pancake. Then, get your ass back up there and wait for her to wake up. The last thing she wants to see is Steve’s annoyingly handsome face fawning over her as the first sight she has seen in days. Trust me, I should know.”

Tony shrugged and got up methodically, pushing his hands in his pant pockets and heading for the door, leaving Bucky with a lot to think about.

“Thank you, sir.” Bucky spoke earnestly, purely from the heart. He needed to hear it and who would have thought it’d come from Tony Stark? Tony stood and grabbed his Metallica shirt off the floor, slinging it over his shoulder.

“Mhm. Tell anyone about this little pow-wow and I’ll be sending your ass a-packing.”

“Yes, sir.” Bucky nodded as Tony exited, closing the door lightly. Maybe he was right, maybe it really wasn’t his fault but some part of him was wired to take responsibility for hurt and destruction that came to others. He had just been used to harboring the blame and guilt but now he seemed oddly lighter.

Taking up Tony’s advice, Bucky rested his head against your pillow, taking in the smell of your shampoo that had left traced behind in the soft silk. In an instant, his eyes closed, dreaming of you, your laugh, your smile. God, did he love that smile. He loved you.

He got a few good hours of sleep before Friday initiated his wake up sequence where he had to be woken gently as to not trigger him.

“Sergeant Barnes.”

“What Fri?” Bucky sat up, rubbing the sleep away from his blurry eyes.

“It is imperative that you go to the med bay.” Bucky’s eyes opened wide, worry sending shock waves of pins and needles throughout his body. He stood up at an instant, not caring about what a mess the bed was.

“Why?! Is she okay?” He launched himself out of bed, rushing to the door to run into the med bay wing.

“Yes. Miss Stark has woken up.” Without hesitation or stopping to put on shoes, Bucky ran to the med bay barefoot to get his girl.

[legalandnotease]

Its always struck me as a weird coincidence that so many people who Tony Stark didn't like or had a beef with were snapped. It seems almost diproportionate, how many of his enemies or rivals conveniently got dusted whilst those closest to him survived.

The notable examples: Hank Pym, along with his wife and daughter. Pym famously hated all Stark. What's also interesting about Pym is than given his knowledge of Quantam physics, he could have cracked time travel had he not been dusted mere days after creating the Quantam Tunnel and discovering time travel existed.

other notable examples: T. Ross (no great loss to the world), T'Challa and Shuri, Bucky Barnes, Wanda Maximoff, Sam Wilson, and Clint Barton's family. (Tony made no secret of how jealous he was of Clint in Age of Ultron.) Not forgetting Nick Fury who Tony never really got on with.

Then the thought kind of struck me: the Stones can be influenced by will power. We know this. Well, it turns out Tony was one the last people to touch the Gauntlet and the Stones before Thanos snapped in Infinity War. Steve also touched it in the Battle of Wakanda (in fact I think he canonically was the last person to do so...) but Tony was like second to last or a few down from that.

So here's my theory: at some point, probably in space when wallowing in resentment or bitterness Stark began to fantasize about who he'd get rid of if he had The Stones. He later touched the Gauntlet when trying to fight off Thanos.

Maybe the Stones sensed his thoughts so that when Thanos snapped mere hours (days?) later, the Stones picked some of those people be dusted. Yes, I think Tony influenced who was snapped, albeit unwittingly.

That's why its important that Bruce/Smart Hulk was the person who reversed the Snap- because he didn't have the baggage that Tony did. Tony could have somehow, with his lingering resentments against certain individuals have influenced the stones so that those people weren't bought back.

[amaliasnotmyname]

1- snow maiden

chapter one - who the hell

Pairings - Bucky Barnes x fem!reader, Beefy Bucky x fem!reader

w.c - 1k

warnings - 18+, slight fluff, mentions of violence

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"For the last time, where are you from?" Tony looked down on the rather peculiar-looking woman in front of him, detained in titanium chains on the floor. Her hands had frozen through the normal bearings. Saying nothing, she merely looked up at him through her icy glare. She was as pale as snow, with blinding blonde hair and electric blue eyes. There was something so particularly inhumane about her features, yet he couldn't place his finger on it. Her features were almost too delicate, nose sharp and upturned, eyes slightly too angled.

"Я Саския. Дочь зимнего смотрителя. " She spoke flatly, voice quiet yet firm. She had repeated the same phrase three times. Tony sighed in defeat, turning to look through the barred windows at Nat and Steve standing expectantly. He shook his head no, watching as their shoulders fell.

It was 5:37 am.

He gave her a weak smile, eyes watching as frost slowly grew around the chains tying her to the ground. He felt bad, locking her away in a cell, but he didn't want to take the chance of her being a foreign threat sent to attack SHEILD. He pursed his lips, turning away and walking out of the door, scanning his keycard to unlock the door.

"I don't know what the fuck she's saying." He rubbed his head, yawning loudly. "God, where does something like that even come from?" He looked over at the small woman, her head hung low, and her hair cascading down her side. She stayed on the ground, sitting on her knees and watching the floor with immense focus.

"What language is she speaking? Do you know?" Nat crossed her arms, looking back over at the cell. The woman was now watching the wall.

"It sounds like Russian," Steve mumbled, running a hand through his messy hair. The entire team had been woken up by a security alert, with the piercing sound of her screams coming from the halls. The night before was spent celebrating their mission victory. Asguardian liquor bottles were strewn about and everyone had a pounding headache.

"How do you know?" Nat looked up at Steve.

"When Buck was going through his deprogramming, he sounded just like this. Same words, same diction. Same mumbling and," he waved his hands around his head, "and brain fog."

"You think she's HYDRA?"

"Whatever she is, we need to figure out. And fast." Tony grumbled something to himself.

"What if we get Bucky and Wanda? Have him try to speak with her and have Wanda try to see what memories she has?" Steve questioned.

They all nodded in agreement, watching in unison as the strange girl mumbled the same sentence to herself repeatedly, almost rehearsing for her next interaction.

A gentle rattle of the cell doors woke her, and she whipped her head up to spot a new, unfamiliar man entering the cell. Her eyes widened in alarm, body scooting deep into the corner as he took a seat on the floor across from her. His hair was scruffy and unkempt, with stubble covering his nervously ticking jaw. Out of everyone she had seen, he resembled something almost familiar.

"привет."Hello. He said quietly, watching as her face slowly lifted, lips rising into a bashful smile. She could understand him. Her gaze was starstruck, almost unable to believe that there was hope in understanding her current situation. Bucky just gave her a small smile.

"Я Саския. Дочь зимнего смотрителя." I am Saskia. Daughter of the Winter Warden. She swallowed, searching his face for some kind of recognition.

"привет Саския." Hello Saskia. She laughed breathlessly, heaving in relief. There was hope.

The team observed from a distance, amused and partly curious about the interaction.

"..Где я?" Where am I? She spoke softly, looking around the cell.

"Башня Мстителей. в Нью-Йорке." Avengers Tower. In New York. "откуда ты приехал?" Where did you come from?

"Я расцветаю из снега." I bloom from the snow. Bucky just blinked. His mouth opened and closed a few times, but he was left at a loss for words.

"Какая у вас родина?" What is your homeland? Bucky leaned in slightly.

"Ледовита." Ledovita. She bit down on her lip, hesitating and looking down. "..пожалуйста, не заставляй меня возвращаться." Please don't make me go back. She whispered.

"твой сейф здесь." You're safe here. He smiled at her softly, a feeling of pity settling in his stomach. She was so small, so fragile in this moment. She blinked a few times, eyes drifting from his face to the glinting metal hand peeking out of his black Henley.

He sucked in a breath, standing up abruptly and walking out with no warning. They looked at him expectantly, awaiting an update.

"She's not a threat. But she's not from here." Tony rolled his eyes.

"Explain it in dummy terms, could ya?" Nat snickered.

"That means explain it in Tony terms." She winked. Bucky just nodded.

"Her name's Saskia. Said she's the daughter of The Winter Warden, whatever that is." He put air quotes around the name.

"There's something off about her. Besides the fuckin' Elsa powers breaking my cell down." Tony groaned.

"Since you don't think she's dangerous, I'm going back to my bed for at least eights hours and nursing this bitch of a hangover. Barnes." Bucky looked up at him. "You keep watch. Made sure she doesn't try to take us out in our sleep. Not like you sleep anyway."

"Oh fuck off," Bucky grumbled, tugging nervously at his dog tags, a prominent habit of his. Steve gave him a pat on the back, and moments later he was left alone in the empty hall, the only sound he could hear was the descending footsteps and the shaky breathing coming from her body.

He looked back over at her, watching the way her eyebrows were knit together in worry. She was pretty, really. Her features were delicate and sharp, with her most noticeable one being her frosty, glacier blue eyes. Glorious hair cascaded down, the color the lightest blonde he had ever seen, yet her eyebrows and eyelashes were a darker shade. She was like a little doll.

Saskia looked up, catching him staring. He coughed nervously, leaning down to sit on the cold tile, back against the metal.

"You like jazz?"

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woohoo my first chapter! I really wanted to start fresh as editing my old stories is a lot harder than I thought.... anyways hope you enjoyed :)

kisses, sab

[sergeantbarnessdoll]

Ooo hi!! Can I please request a platonic Dad!Bucky X daughter!reader where Hydra got their hands on Y/n she was around 5 years old, the Red Room couldn’t get her to cooperate so they gave her to Hydra (which Hydra then experiments on her and she gets powers). And maybe this is a time where Hydra has Bucky out of cryo for a longer period of time, so they decide to make Bucky (The Winter Soldier) in charge of this little girl. They want him to train her, keep her under control, and keep her quiet. Y/n sees Bucky as a Dad and no matter how many times he tells her he’s not her Dad, he’s the Winter Solider, she always calls him “Daddy” anyway. He eventually just gives in and he raises her as his own.🥺 He’s definitely been taken in and out cryo at some points and sent on missions but whenever he’s out of cryo and not on missions he takes care of her. Hydra is fully aware that Y/n sees Bucky as a Dad and they use that to their full advantage, as they have control over Bucky (bc he’s brainwashed) and Y/n will do whatever her Dad says. When she becomes a teenager, Hydra starts to send Y/n on missions with her Dad. Bucky protects his daughter as much as he can when they’re on missions. She’s 13 when CA: Winter Soldier happens and she’s on the hellicarrier when Bucky and Steve are fighting. During Civil War, she’s 15 when Steve shows up at their apartment and later she’s watching in horror as Tony tries to kill her Dad after he saw the video (Bucky told her she’s not allowed to fight) and hearing her cries for her Dad, it brings Tony back to reality that he’s about to take a Dad away from his traumatized child🥺

All Each Other Has » Bucky Barnes/Winter Soldier

Pairings: Winter Soldier x Child!Female Reader, Dad!Bucky Barnes x Adopted Teen Daughter!Reader with Steve Rogers/Captain America and Tony Stark/Iron Man

Summary: HYDRA puts the Winter Soldier in charge of you and he comes to realize that you and him are all each other has.

Warnings: Fluff, Angst (not you and Bucky), language, enhanced!reader, Red Room/HYDRA, child endangerment (not Bucky), violence, crying, nicknames

Ages of reader: 5 years old, 13 years old, and 15 years old

A/N: Thank you for the lovely request @kpopgirlbtssvt 🩵

A/N #2: The reader has the same powers as Wanda, just a different color as hers.

Written on my phone. My apologies for any mistakes.

Header made by @buckyys-babydoll / divider made by me

GIFS ARE NOT MINE! Gif credits go to the creators.

Your little mind could not comprehend what the hell was going on. One minute, you’re in the Red Room and the next, you’re in a different building. The Red Room couldn’t get you to cooperate so they gave you to HYDRA. You have no idea why you’re there, but what you do know is that you’re scared and you don’t want to be there.

HYDRA doctors strapped you to a cold metal table as soon as you got there and started to stick you with needles, experimenting on you. You did not like that. It hurt and made you cry. You don’t know what experiments they did on you. Whatever experiments they did on you gave you powers. They told you that you’re going to be trained and taught how to use your powers.

As of right now, you’re getting dragged to a different room in the base. You tried to get away from them by pushing and kicking the HYDRA agent who had a tight grip on your arm, but he only tightened his grip.

“You’re hurting me!” You cried.

“You’ll live.” The HYDRA agent mutters.

You got pulled into a room that looks like a gym. There was a man who has a metal arm in there. The agent finally let go of you. Your arm is now red from how tight the agent was holding onto your arm.

“We have a new job for you.” The agent says to the Winter Soldier.

The Winter Soldier nods, waiting for the agent to tell him what the job is.

“You’ll be in charge of this child. Get her to cooperate, keep her quiet, and train her to use her powers.” He tells him.

“Ok.” Is all the Winter Soldier said.

The HYDRA agent left the room. You stared at the Winter Soldier with the look of curiosity on your face. To you, he wasn’t scary like how everyone thinks of him. Something was telling you that you can trust him.

“I’m Y/N. What’s your name?” You asked.

The Winter Soldier frowns to himself as he tries to remember his own name.

“I don’t know. They call me Soldat.” He tells you.

“I’m 5.” You say, holding up five fingers.

“Ok.” He says.

“I like your arm.” You say, pointing at his metal arm.

“Thanks?” He says like a question.

You walked closer to curiously touch his metal arm, but he got triggered and moved it away from you, accidentally startling you.

“Sorry.” He mutters.

“It’s ok.” You say.

You watched as the Winter Soldier walked over to a table and get something out of a box and put it on the floor in front of you. You looked down at the item, which was a knife, and then looked back up at home with the look of confusion on your face.

“Move it.” The Winter Soldier instructs.

You bent down and picked it up, handing it to him.

“Not like that.” He says.

“How is it going to move?” You asked.

“Your powers.”

You’re so confused right now.

“Put it back on the floor and try again.” He says.

You put the knife back on the floor and stared at it, trying to figure out how it’s supposed to move without touching it.

“How does it move?” You asked, looking up at him.

“Focus and put your hand in front of you or something.” He says, shrugging his shoulders.

You looked back down at the knife and focused on it and held your hand out like he said. It took a while, but you finally got it to move again.

“It moved!” You say.

“Good. Try again.” He says.

You tried again, focusing harder. You’re not sure how you did it, but you managed to get the knife to float up in the air, which amazed you.

“Woah…” You say speechlessly.

“Nice.” He grabs the knife. “Keep doing that and you’ll master your powers in no time.” He says.

“Ok.” You replied.

———

A few weeks go by and you’ve made lots of improvements with your powers. It may have taken you a while to figure out, but you think you kinda got that hang of it now. The longer you’ve been training with the Winter Soldier, the more you like him and trust him. You actually see him as your dad.

“Good job!” The Winter Soldier compliments.

“Thank you, daddy!” You smiled up at him.

“Please don’t call me that.” He says.

“Why?” You asked.

“Cause I’m not your dad.” He says.

“Yes you are.” You say.

The Winter Soldier sighs, not wanting to argue with you. He just picked up where you two left off with your training.

Another few weeks go by and you continue calling the Winter Soldier daddy. That’s what you see him as. He finally gave in and allowed you to call him that. Hearing you call him daddy warms his heart. If he’s being honest, he sees you as his little girl. Yours and his father daughter relationship is something that HYDRA is picking up on. They watch you two when he’s training you. They also see his really self showing, which they don’t like. Like they are right now.

“You’re doing amazing, doll!” Bucky says.

“Thank you, daddy!” You smiled.

You ran over to him and hugged his legs. Bucky smiles down at you and ruffled your hair. The Winter Soldier’s handler and three HYDRA agents walked in at the same time.

“We see that you turned the kid into your pet.” His handler says.

“Don’t call her that.” Bucky says, almost growling.

“Touched a nerve, did I?” His handler chuckles.

His handler and the three HYDRA agents watched as you hid behind Bucky. His handler whispered something to one of the agents approached you.

“No.” Is all Bucky says.

The agent shoved Bucky aside to get access to you. As you were about to run to Bucky, the agent grabbed you and picked you up, leaving the room with you. You started to kick, scream, and cry. Bucky wanted to do something. He really does, but he was held back by the other two agents.

“We’ve noticed the little friendship or whatever relationship you two have. Here’s what’s going to happen, you’re in our control and so is that little girl, you overstep in any way, the kid gets it. Is that understood?” His handler says.

“Yes.” Bucky replies obediently.

“Good.” His handler walks closer to him. “Now, I’m sure you know what’s going to happen later.” He says, referring to erasing his memories and the cryo.

Bucky nodded. That night, he managed to sneak in the cell HYDRA keeps you in. He saw you laying on the bed, sniffling and whimpering softly.

“Doll.” Bucky whispers loud enough for you to hear.

You turned over to see Bucky standing a few feet away from you. You got off the bed and ran over to him. He crouched down to your height and hugged you.

“I have something that might make you feel better.” He says.

“What is it?” You asked.

Bucky took a pen and a blank piece of paper out of his pocket and handed it to you. You smiled and took the two items from him and sat down on the cold concrete floor. Bucky sat down across from you, watching you draw little doodles.

“You’re quite the artist, aren’t you, kiddo?” He says softly.

“It’s fun.” You tell him.

“It is.” He agrees.

Bucky watching you with a smile, knowing this is the last time he’s going to see you for a while before he gets put back in the cryo.

———

Bucky was taken in and out of the cryo a couple times. You did not take the news well at all when HYDRA told you. You refused to listen to them and cried. All you wanted was your daddy. They got rough with you when you wouldn’t listen to them. After that, you tried to listen. They also told you that they’re going to make you another Winter Soldier like Bucky when you became a teenager. You didn’t want that, but you didn’t have a choice.

You had just turned 13 years old the next time you and Bucky saw each other. You two felt relieved to see each other. When you got taken to the room where HYDRA erases Bucky’s memories, you gave him a smile. He gave you a nod to look professional. He’s in Winter Soldier mode right now, but deep down, you still see him as the man who treats you like his own child. A HYDRA agent forcefully shoved you in a chair next to Bucky. Bucky’s jaw clenched when the agent did that to you.

“Here’s your little pet.” The agent says.

Bucky gave the agent the death glare when he called you that. He wanted nothing more than to break every bone in his body for shoving you in a chair and calling you a pet.

“I have a mission for you guys.” Alexander Pierce says to you and Bucky.

Pierce was telling you what you need to do on the mission, but you’re not going to do it. Bucky does 99% of the work on missions like he always does. He knows that you don’t want to hurt people. You do step in when you think you need to just to help him.

You were suiting up for the mission when Bucky walked in your cell. Your tactical gear is like Bucky’s, but you have a bulletproof vest for more protection. He wants you to be as protected as you can for missions so he snuck a vest for you.

“I don’t want to do this, dad.” You say quietly as Bucky securely straps the vest on you.

“I know, doll. Try to be strong and brave. Can you do that?” Bucky asks.

“I’ll try.” You replied.

“That’s my girl.” He smiles and kisses your forehead.

When it came time for the mission, you stood by your dad on the he fought Captain America. You made sure to stay out of the way so you didn’t get hurt. You used your powers to help Bucky when he needed it. After Bucky pulled Steve out of the water, he knew that both of you had to get the hell out of there.

“We have to get out of here.” Bucky says as he gently grabs your arm.

“Where are we going?” You asked.

“Somewhere far away from here.” He says.

———

It’s been 2 years since the last mission and now you’re 15 years old and living in Bucharest, Romania with your dad. The apartment you and him are living in is small, but you and him call it home. Also, yours and Bucky’s father daughter relationship has grown even stronger. Your favorite way of spending time with your dad is going to the market. You think it’s fun.

“Can I get both of these?” You asked, holding up a bag of chips and a package of cookies.

“I said one snack, princess.” Bucky says.

“Please?” You begged, giving him puppy dog eyes.

Bucky has a hard time say no to you, especially when you give him the puppy dog eyes. He just doesn’t want to upset you.

“You can get both.” He finally says.

“Yay!” You cheered.

“You have to make them last the week, understand?” He says.

“Yes, Sergeant Dad!” You replied, playfully saluting him.

Bucky laughs softly when you saluted him. You and him finished the trip to the market by getting something to drink, a couple boxes of Mac and Cheese cause you insisted on it, and Bucky got a few plums.

“Ok, kiddo. Ready to go home?” Bucky asks after paying for everything.

“Yes.” You replied.

You and Bucky looked both ways before crossing the street. When you guys got to the other side of the street, Bucky gently redirected you to take a left instead of walking straight.

“Home is that way, dad.” You say, pointing straight ahead.

“I want to check the newspaper real quick.” He says.

“Ok.” You say.

You and Bucky walked to the closest vendor and he picked up a newspaper, his eyes widening when he read the headline.

“Dad, why is there a picture of you on the front page?” You asked, keeping your voice low.

“I don’t know, babydoll.” He puts the newspaper back on the vendor counter. “We need to go home right now.” He says.

Bucky protectively wrapped an arm around you as you two walked back to yours and his apartment. Steve was in yours and his apartment after you and Bucky got home. Steve was looking around before realizing that you and Bucky were behind him.

“Do you know who I am?” Steve asks.

“You’re Steve. I read about you in the museum.” Bucky says.

Steve looks over at you, giving you a smile.

“What’s your name?” Steve asks softly.

“Y/N Barnes.” You tell him.

“Barnes? Are you Bucky’s daughter?” He asks.

Yes nodded your head yes. Bucky protectively put his metal arm out in front of you.

“I want you guys to know that I’m not going to separate you guys.” Steve assures. “All I want to do is help you guys. It doesn’t have to end in a fight.” He says.

“It always ends in a fight.” Bucky says.

Before any of you knew it, the door was busted down and all hell broke loose.

———

Everything happened so fast. One minute your dad threw someone off of a motorcycle so you can get away faster and the next you guys were surrounded by the cops and Rhodey.

“Congratulations, Cap. You’re a criminal.” Rhodey says.

You were shoved to the ground and handcuffed first, which immediately set Bucky off.

“Get your fucking hands off of my daughter!” Bucky yells.

Bucky tried to get to you, but he got handcuffed before he could.

Now, you’re in a vehicle with Steve, Sam, and T’Challa being transported somewhere, but you don’t know where you guys are being transported to.

“Do you like cats?” Sam asks T’Challa.

“Sam.” Steve says.

“He shows up dressed like a cat and you don’t want to know more?” Sam says.

You couldn’t help but giggle when Sam said that. Your giggling stopped when T’Challa brought up your dad.

“How long do you think you can keep your friend safe?” T’Challa asks Steve.

“My dad is innocent. Him and I were having a good day. He was with me all day.” You say before Steve could say anything.

“Respectfully, Miss. Barnes.” T’Challa looks back at you. “I’d like to believe you, but you can’t be so sure about that.” He says.

“I am sure!” You say, accidentally raising your voice at him.

“Y/N.” Steve warns you softly.

You leaned back in the seat and looked out the window. Your eyes filled with tears as thoughts of your dad being taken away from you flooded your mind.

———

After the fight at the airport, you, your dad, and Steve were on the quinjet outside of the base where HYDRA had you and Bucky held at. You felt scared to be back at the base after a long time.

“Are you ok, doll?” Bucky asks softly.

“I’m scared, dad.” You say in a shaky voice.

Bucky hugs you and you lean your head on his chest. Steve saw you and Bucky having a father daughter moment and stayed back to give you two a couple minutes.

“Everything is going to be fine. HYDRA can’t hurt us anymore.” He almost whispers.

You felt better knowing that.

“Can I show you something?” He asks.

“Yes.” You replied.

Bucky reached a hand in his pocket and pulled out a piece of paper. He unfolded it, showing you the picture you drew for him when you were 5 years old.

“You drew this picture for me when you were 5. This picture and you were the only two things that kept me from going insane while I was under HYDRA’s control.” He tells you.

“I remember the day I drew it. I didn’t see you for a while after that.” You say, your eyes tearing up.

“I’m sorry. I should’ve told you about them putting me back in the cryo, but I didn’t want to upset you and I didn’t think you would’ve understood cause of how young you were.” He says.

“You don’t have to apologize, dad. I understand now.” You say.

Bucky smiles and folded the picture back up and put it back in his pocket.

“Are you two ready?” Steve asks.

“Let’s get this over with.” Bucky says.

———

You, your dad, Steve, and Tony watched footage from a mission Bucky did as the Winter Soldier on December 16, 1991. You noticed Tony’s jaw clench as he watched the footage.

“Did you know?” Tony asks Steve.

“I didn’t know it was him.” Steve says.

“Don’t bullshit me, Rogers!” Tony says.

Steve nods. Tony blasts Steve, sending him to the ground. Bucky aimed his gun at Tony, but he blasted the gun out of his hands before he could shoot at him.

“Get out of here!” Steve shouts at you and Bucky.

Bucky grabbed your arm and you two started running. Tony followed you two. As you and Bucky were almost out of the base, Tony shot a blast that was meant for your dad, but it also hit you. You two fell a great distance down, landing on the metal grates. You wince in pain.

“Are you ok, doll?” Bucky asks with worry in his voice.

“I’m fine.” You say.

Bucky looks at Tony, knowing he’s not going to stop. He was more worried about your safety than Tony trying to kill him.

“You need to get out of here and get back on the quinjet.” He says.

“No way! I’m not leaving you!” You exclaimed.

“Y/N, please! Stark isn’t going to stop any time soon and I don’t want to risk losing you!” He says, his eyes tearing up.

“I don’t want to risk losing you either.” You say, your voice cracking.

Bucky sighs, not wanting to argue with you.

“Ok. Fine, but stay here where you won’t get hurt.” Bucky says.

“Ok.” You replied.

Bucky grabbed Steve’s shield and jumped down from the metal grate, hitting Tony with the shield. You looked down, watching your dad and Steve fight Tony. It was horrific for you to watch. You watched in horror when Tony blasted your dad, sending him against the wall and then the ground. You quickly levitated down to him.

“Dad, are you ok?” You asked.

“I’m fine.” Bucky groans softly.

You helped your dad up from the ground.

“Get out of the way, kid.” Tony says, walking towards you and your dad.

“No.” You stood in front of your dad. “I am not going to sit back and watch you try to kill my dad.” You say.

“He killed my parents.” He says.

“It wasn’t him. HYDRA had him under their control.” You tell him.

“Oh god. Not you too.” He says.

“I know what my dad did as the Winter Soldier was bad, but he would never do something like that if he was in his own control.” You say.

“I don’t care. He deserves what I’m about to do to him for what he did to my parents.” He says.

“If you kill my dad, I’ll have no one. He’s all I have. He’s been raising me as his own daughter since I was 5. I never seen him as the Winter Soldier and I was never scared of him. I have always seen him as my dad.” You poured your heart out. “Tony, if you kill my dad, you’ll never forgive yourself for taking him away from me forever.” You say.

You had tears streaming down your face by the time you were done pouring your heart out. Tony didn’t know what to say after all of that. As much as he wants to kill your dad for what he did to his parents, he’s not capable of taking a father away from his daughter forever.

“Look, kid.” Tony sighs. “As much as I want to kill your dad, I won’t put you through that kind of pain.” He says.

You felt relieved to hear that. You broke down in tears as you hugged your dad.

“It’s ok, doll. I got you. I’m still here.” Bucky whispers, kissing the top of your head.

Bucky led you out of the base and took you back to the quinjet.

“See.” Steve gestures to how great Bucky is with you. “He’s not a bad guy.” He says to Tony.

Steve went to the quinjet just as you were calming down.

“Are you ok, kiddo?” Steve asks softly.

“I am now.” You say.

Steve smiles and puts a hand on Bucky’s shoulder.

“You’re a great dad, Buck.” Steve says.

“Thanks, man.” Bucky smiles.

“If you’re ok with it, I would like to get to know you, Y/N.” Steve says.

“I would like that.” You say softly and smiled.

-Bucky’s Doll

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We're a Family

Summary: You and Natasha are taking your first vacation since the birth of your 5-year-old daughter. While you and Natasha are off on a romantic getaway to Paris for your anniversary, how will your Avengers family handle watching your daughter for the weekend?

Pairings: Natasha Romanoff x Reader

Genre: Fluff, Comfort, Romance

Word Count: 4.3k

Warnings: Some mentions of grief.

A/N: Thank you so much for the positive feedback on Come Home to Me! I hope to keep writing as I feel inspired and have time. This story takes place after the events of Endgame. Tony survived defeating Thanos with the Snap, and Steve brought Natasha back after returning the Soul Stone to Vormir.

“Are you sure this is a good idea?” Natasha questioned for the third time that Friday morning as you gathered the last essentials for your 5-year-old daughter to take to the Avengers Compound. You and Nat were taking your first vacation together since your child's birth in celebration of your wedding anniversary. Understandably, your wife was struggling with the idea of leaving your daughter. It was all you could do to convince Natasha to drop her off at preschool, let alone leave her overnight. 

“Love, we’ve talked about this. It’s only for the weekend. Mila is going to have a great time. Besides, there is nowhere safer for her than surrounded by Avengers. You trust them with your life,” you remind her reassuringly as you rub gentle circles on her back.

“Exactly. My life, not my child,” Nat muttered.

It had been five years since you gave birth to your and Natasha’s daughter. Your whole world changed from the moment you both laid eyes on her. Soon after, Nat transitioned into semi-retirement with guidance from Clint. She was still available for consultation and recruit training or if the situation was dire, but you and Mila are her number one priority now.

You heard little feet padding down the hall as your daughter entered your bedroom. Her red curls bounced up and down on her head. “I'm ready, Mommy and Mama!” Mila squealed. 

“Oh, Moya Lyubov, you look so pretty! Did you dress yourself this morning?” Natasha asked, getting down to her level.  

“Yes! I wanted to match Auntie Yelena!” as she showed off her mini black vest that Yelena made her for her last birthday, worn expertly over her pink tutu. 

“Auntie Yelena is going to love it, sweetheart. You’re going to have so much fun with your aunts and uncles this weekend,” you said, hugging her tight.

After packing your luggage in the car, you drive to the compound. FRIDAY greets you as you exit the main elevator. “Good morning, Ms. Romanoff, Ms. Y/L/N.” The team is awaiting your arrival in the common room.”

“Thank you, FRIDAY,” you replied as Mila let go of Natasha’s hand and ran ahead of both of you, having been here several times already in her young life.

As you enter the room, you see Wanda and Vision in the kitchen, and the smell of freshly baked cookies wafts through the air. Peter and Kate are playing video games, Bucky and Sam are playing cards with Clint, and Steve is quietly reading Moby Dick. 

“Little spider!” Yelena called out as she entered the room, and Mila ran into her arms.  

“Auntie Yelena! Do you like my outfit? I got dressed all by myself!” 

“I love it, malayshka. It's so much cooler than Mama’s outfit,” Yelena says as she side-eyes her older sister with a smile. “We are going to have so much fun this weekend.”

“Yeah, about that,” Natasha interrupted. “Mission briefing in five.”

Mission briefing?" you asked, confused. "Nat, we're going on vacation, not a stakeout.”

“Yes, but they have the most important mission of all, watching our daughter,” motioning to the group before you.

Your heart warms at how protective your wife was—the Black Widow. She was a woman who would run into a collapsing building or intercept an alien invasion without batting an eye, but the moment she became a mother, everything changed. She vowed to give Mila everything she never had as a child. To break the cycle of uncertainty and pain that the Red Room forced upon her. Truthfully, you were so proud of how far Natasha had come. From growing up believing love was for children to giving nothing but love to both of you. 

The living room came alive with spirited debate as Tony and Bruce burst through the door. Their voices layered with excitement and frustration over their latest nanotech calculations. Pepper trailed closely behind, an amused smile playing on her lips.

“Hey, Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde, park it,” Natasha declared. 

“Ah, Rushman, wonderful to see you as always,” Tony says, winking at Nat. She rolled her eyes in response as Tony and Bruce hugged you before sitting down, and Pepper picked up your daughter.

“Come on sweetie, do you want to go play with Morgan?” Pepper asked.

“Yay!” Mila cheered as they walk down the hall to Morgan’s room.

“Okay, here are some quick dos and don’ts for this weekend. No guns, no repulsor rays, no arrows, and no using our daughter as a beta test subject for any new experiments. When Thor gets here, no Asgardian beverages in front of our child. Mila’s bedtime is 7 pm, and she likes it if you do the characters' voices when you read her bedtime story. If she has trouble falling asleep, a lullaby usually does the trick. Got it?”

“Geez, this is almost as bad as Budapest,” Clint whispered to Kate.

“It’s going to be alright, Natasha,” Wanda reassured. “We’re a family. You know we would do anything for that little girl. Please, go and enjoy your anniversary. No one deserves some special alone time more than you two,” Wanda said, as she hands you a tin of freshly baked chocolate chip cookies for the trip. 

You put your arm around Natasha and kiss her cheek. “Wanda is right, my love. Mila will be fine.” 

Just as you complete the sentence, Mila runs back into the room. “Mommy, Mama! Morgan has Puss and Boots: The Last Wish, and we will watch it tonight before bedtime.” 

“That sounds like so much fun, sweetheart! I know you will be a good girl for your aunts and uncles, and Mommy and Mama will see you on Sunday night, okay? We love you so much.” you said. 

“Okay, Mommy. I love you!” She said as she hugged you so tight. Natasha knelt to kiss your daughter on the cheek and squeezed her hand three times. Their unique way of saying I love you. After one last hug and kiss, you walk to the Quinjet. Tony had offered one for easy and convenient travel. 

*^~^*

By the time you arrive at your hotel in Paris, it’s almost dinner time. After sightseeing, you two enjoyed a gourmet candlelit dinner under the Parisian moon and a romantic stroll under the stars. When you returned to your room, you received a text message from Clint with a photo of your daughter asleep on her bed—lovingly cuddled under a blanket with Yelena. 

“See, she’s okay,” you said lovingly as Natasha smiled at the picture of her little girl and her little sister.

As you lay in bed that night, you feel more grateful than ever to be here with the love of your life. Both of you had learned firsthand to never take anything for granted.

You were one of the lost souls left behind after the Blip. Struggling with the loss of your loved ones, you began attending Steve’s Brooklyn Support Group once a week. It was after one of those meetings that you were first introduced to the Black Widow. 

Natasha hesitated at first to let anyone in. She was too scared to lose anyone else and was convinced that nothing should take away from her commitment to bring everyone back. However, she still found any excuse to attend Steve’s meetings. Whether that was to bring homemade peanut butter sandwiches for the snack table or shyly offering to give you a ride home. 

You weren’t a hero or a super soldier. You didn’t remind Natasha of the guilt she carried over the last five years as the fallout from the Blip continued. You were just yourself, which Natasha loved the most about you. You began to visit her at the compound, and slowly but surely, the walls came down for both of you. 

When she told you about the Time Heist, you didn’t want to hear it. You couldn’t comprehend the thought of losing Natasha, but you knew she believed in her heart that she owed it to everyone they had lost to try. When Clint returned from Vormir alone and dropped to his knees, so did you. Grief overtook you all over again.

As the Battle for Earth became inevitable, the team hid you in a safe house off the grid. Days went by and you lost track of time, stuck in your grief and unaware of what was happening. It wasn't until a knock on your door awoke you in the middle of the night that you dropped to your knees again. This time in shock at the sight of Natasha on your doorstep. Tears streaming down her face, she told you they had won. Tony defeated Thanos with the Snap, and Steve performed a miracle by bringing her back upon returning the Soul Stone to Vormir. 

So much life has happened since then. You were married in a beautiful autumnal ceremony shortly after Nat returned and bought your house. Five years ago and twelve hours of labor later, you welcomed your daughter into the world that your wife sacrificed herself to save. You couldn’t believe how much you loved them both. Returning to the present moment, you gently move a strand of Natasha’s unbraided red hair away from her face. Her hands move effortlessly to the nape of your neck, and you lose yourself in her touch.

*^~^*

It’s Saturday morning back at the compound, and Mila is eating blueberry pancakes when Clint strolled in from his morning workout. 

“Hey, squirt! Those pancakes look amazing. Did Auntie Wanda make those?” he asked, reaching for the extra plate of pancakes on the counter. 

Before Mila can respond, the plate glides quickly away from him, enveloped in Wanda’s red magic. “Auntie Wanda did make those, but they’re only for adorable little girls named Mila. Is your name Mila?” Wanda said to Clint with a raised eyebrow.

“No,” Clint grumbled.

“Then make your breakfast, Hawkeye,” Wanda sighed, patting him on the back. 

After breakfast, Sam and Bucky take Mila outside to play. Meanwhile, Steve is working on a mission report in his room when FRIDAY interrupts his concentration. “Mr. Rogers, I’m picking up an elevated heat signature from your shield just north of your location.” Steve looked curiously out the window to see Mila giggling as she slid across the grass. She is sitting on his overturned shield, pulled by a rope tied to the back of Red Wing. 

“My shield is not a toy!” Steve yelled out the window. 

“Oh, hey, Cap! It does make a great sled, doesn’t it?” Bucky answered, pretending not to hear what his best friend said, as Sam laughed out loud. 

Steve shakes his head to hide his smile. You meant the world to him, having spent countless hours processing your grief together in that dark and dank recreation room in Brooklyn. He was honored when you and Natasha asked him to be Mila’s godfather. His shield was made from Vibranium, after all. If his goddaughter wanted to play with it, he knew no harm would be done. 

That afternoon, Peter arrived at the compound to work on his newest suit upgrade with Tony. Mila is engrossed in coloring at the kitchen table with Auntie Kate when Peter walks in to get a soda. 

“Hey Mila, what are you up to?”

“Coloring, do you want to help us?” Mila asked happily. 

Peter nodded, and they got lost in her Disney Princess coloring book for the next twenty minutes. After adding pretty sparkles to Elsa’s Frozen dress, Mila noticed Peter’s Spider-Man suit sticking out of his bag. 

“Pretty!” Mila said with wide eyes.

“You like it?” Peter asked.

“Yes, is this how you fly? Mama says you can fly!” Mila exclaimed. 

“Something like that,” Peter chuckled and tousled her hair. 

Down in the lab, Tony had been waiting for Peter to arrive for half an hour. Unusual, as his protege was typically annoyingly punctual. Running out of patience, Tony asks FRIDAY for Peter’s current location.

“Mr. Parker is in the kitchen with Ms. Bishop and the young Ms. Romanoff, sir.” Tony rolls his eyes as he trudged up the stairs.

“Hey Hawkette, have you seen Peter? He was supposed to — “

Tony stops as he sees Peter swinging from the ceiling with Mila on his back. Kate was too busy filming the spectacle on her phone to notice Tony standing there. 

“Wee!! Faster, Uncle Peter!” Mila shouted as Peter’s web carried them across the room to the top of the bookcase. 

Tony’s eyes follow the pair around the room. He put on his best poker face, “I won’t tell Romanoff or her better half, but if you break it, you pay for it. That includes the kid.” Tony warned.

“Sure thing, Mr. Stark,” Peter gives Tony a thumbs up. 

“And for God’s sake, at least put some pillows down on the floor!” Tony hollered as he walked back to his lab. 

*^~^*

You and Natasha took a Saturday evening cruise down the Seine River in the city of love. It was magical. When your phone alerted you to an incoming FaceTime from Carol, you had seen the Musée d’Orsay the Notre Dame Cathedral and had just reached the top of the Eiffel Tower. You swiped, her face appearing on the screen.

“Hey, you two, I just wanted to let you know that I’m going to be on Earth-616 tomorrow for a meeting with Fury and thought I’d drop in on my favorite couple. Wait, where are you?” 

“Paris, for our anniversary! Our first vacation alone in over five years. Can you believe it?” you said giddily as Natasha put her arms around your waist and lovingly kissed your cheek. 

“Wow, that’s wonderful! Where’s your little mini-me?” Carol asked.

“With the team if you’re going there anyway, could you just make sure that everything is good with Mila?” Natasha inquired. 

“Of course. You know you never have to ask.”

“Thank you, Carol,” you gratefully respond. We’ll be back tomorrow evening, so I’m sure we’ll see you then.” Carol gave you a mock salute before you ended the call and put your phone back in your coat pocket. 

“You look so beautiful, dorogaya. After all this time, I still can't believe you’re mine.” Nat waxed poetically as she removed her scarf and wrapped it around your neck. Natasha could not look more beautiful in the glow of the Eiffel Tower. You decided this is the perfect moment to give her your anniversary gift. You slowly hand her the red velvet box you had snuck into your satchel. Her green eyes went wide at the sight of it.

“Detka! We said no gifts this year. This trip is gift enough,” Nat facetiously scolded.

“I know, but I still wanted to do something special for you,” you said sheepishly. 

Natasha opens the box, revealing a simple, delicate gold heart locket necklace. Upon opening the pendant, she is greeted by a candid photo of all three of you. Clint took one during your last visit with his family in Iowa. Nat was sitting on Clint’s front porch with a smiling Mila on her lap. You are leaning behind her with your arms wrapped lovingly around her neck. It quickly became one of your favorite photos of your small yet precious family. 

“This is so beautiful, Moya Lyubov. Can you put it on me?”

You moved Natasha’s braid away from her neck and clasped the necklace in the back. The heart locket fell directly on top of her own heart. It looked perfect on her. You're not sure who leaned in first, but your lips met in a kiss that made your stomach flutter like it was the first time. You couldn’t be happier than you were at that moment. 

*^~^*

The Sunday morning sun was slowly breaking through the compound windows. Yelena was pouring your daughter a bowl of Cheerios and singing along to the sound of American Pie from her phone when The God of Thunder entered through the Bifrost. Mila jumped and started to hide behind her Auntie Yelena but ran toward him when she realized only her Uncle Thor was materializing before them, leaving his trademark on Pepper’s Persian rug. 

“Must you do that every time? You’re becoming more of a poser than my sister.” Yelena remarked. 

“Of course,” Thor said nonchalantly. “It is the only entrance fit for the God of Thunder.”

He lifted Mila with one arm, “Odin’s Beard! You’ve gotten so big since I last saw you, Mila,” Thor declared

“I know! Did you bring me a present Uncle Thor?” Mila squealed. 

“Yes! Now, let’s see here… Asgardian Ale, Mead, no… ah, here it is!” He handed the little girl a small snow globe set in gold with her name engraved elegantly on the base.

“Wow. Pretty snow globe….” Mila whispered. 

“It is indeed,” Thor said, sitting cross-legged on the carpet before the little girl. “This is a special Asgardian snow globe. Look, see the rainbow bridge inside it?” He pointed. “Most importantly, Lady Mila, if you shake it, I shall be there in a flash. If ever you need me, I will be there.”

“Thank you, Uncle Thor!” Mila said as she wrapped her arms around his neck. I’m going to show it to my Teddy Bear!” Running to her bedroom. 

“You spoil her, you know,” Yelena stated with a smirk, as she began to clean up the kitchen. 

“I know, but she is such a grand example of goodness and joy in such a tiny human. She deserves the world.” Thor declared.

Carol arrived shortly after lunch. After a short meeting with Fury in the conference room regarding upcoming mission targets, she finds your daughter in the compound courtyard. She is wearing her vest to match her favorite auntie as Yelena demonstrates the newest tricks Fanny has learned.

“Roll over! Good girl, Fanny!” Yelena praised the dog. Mila takes a treat out of her vest pockets with her tiny hand and tosses it to the Akita.

“Well done, Mila! Before you go home tonight, I will show you what else you can hide inside those pockets,” winking at her niece. 

“Fruits and veggies, right, Yelena?” Carol deadpanned as Mila ran over and jumped into Captain Marvel’s arms. 

“Auntie Carol! When did you get here?” Your daughter giggled. 

“Just a little bit ago. I talked to your Mommy and Mama last night. They miss you and can’t wait to see you when they get home tonight,” Carol shared before kissing your daughter on the cheek.

*^~^*

As the sun started to sink on the horizon, casting a warm glow over the ancient city of Paris, you found yourself immersed in the rich history of the Louvre museum. You had eagerly anticipated this moment, and after spending the afternoon exploring the countless treasures within the museum's walls, Natasha was determined to ensure you had the chance to lay eyes on the iconic Mona Lisa. As you weaved your way through the bustling crowd of tourists, Natasha's determined presence caused a path to effortlessly clear before you as she kindly asked them to move the fuck over.

You returned to your hotel and enjoyed a plate of chocolate-covered strawberries when Natasha’s phone dinged. 

Carol: Hey, lovebirds. It's all good here. Mila is doing great and excited to see you when you return. However, you may want to check her vest pockets when you get home for some “special” presents courtesy of Auntie Yelena. 😘

Natasha giggled, showing you the text. 

“The important thing is that they’re bonding,” placing a delicate kiss on her temple. 

Following Wanda’s delicious Chicken Paprikash dinner, your daughter watched Frozen II. Vision attempted to explain the science behind snowflakes to her when Tony strolled into the lounge.

“Hey, kiddo, do you want to come to the lab with me and see the new suit modifications that the Jolly Green Giant and I are working on?”

“Yay!” Mila said excitedly, jumping up and down.

“Sir, Ms. Romanoff indicated there was to be no experimenting with young Ms. Mila while she is in our care.”

“Relax, chrome dome. We’re just looking at the new holographic mockup.” Picking up Mila and carried her to his lab. 

*^~^*

After a few hours, Natasha gracefully guided the Quinjet to a smooth landing. As the engines powered down, she took a deep breath and gently reached across the console to grasp your hand. Together, you gazed out at the glittering lights of the team living quarters in the distance.

"Thank you for making our anniversary so wonderful," you said. "I love you so much. I know it was tough for you to leave Mila for three days, but not only did we have a beautiful anniversary, but our daughter got to spend meaningful time with her family, which she will always remember." You pressed a kiss to her knuckles as Natasha caressed your cheek.

You were right, dorogaya. This was perfect. I’m sorry I was so nervous about leaving her. I just never thought I would have my happily ever after. That little girl and you are my everything. It breaks my heart every time I leave either one of you.

“I know, my love,” you said quietly. “Now, let’s go get our daughter and go home.”

As you entered the compound, the air was filled with shouting and the excited barking of Fanny and Lucky. Natasha instinctively reached for her spare Widow Bites, but before she could react, both of you heard the unmistakable sound of your daughter's laughter. Following the noise, you entered the common room to find your daughter joyfully running through the compound. She was wearing her pajamas and had one of Tony’s Iron Man helmets perched on her head while clutching a can of whipped cream. Yelena and the rest of the team were in hot pursuit, with puffs of whipped cream trailing behind her as she raced through the room.

Kate skidded to a stop in front of both of you. “Oh, you guys are back. Awesome! Umm, we made ice cream sundaes for dessert. Mila enjoyed hers, as you can see”, Kate motioned, breathing heavily.

Mila took her last lap around the couch when she caught sight of you and Natasha. 

“Mommy, Mama! You’re here!!” she squealed, running into Natasha’s arms. 

“Hi, Moya Lyubov, we missed you so much!!” Natasha said as she wrapped Mila in a big hug before passing her to you to do the same. 

“It looks like you had fun with your aunts and uncles this weekend,” removing the helmet and brush a red curl away from her eyes. 

“I had so much fun, Mommy! I got to eat yummy food, ride a sled, fly, and Auntie Yelena helped me hide special treasures in my vest pockets. Oh, and I got a magic snow globe with my name on it!” Your daughter rambled happily. 

Natasha looked at you slightly skeptical, wondering if your sweet little girl was exaggerating. With your family, you were never quite sure. 

“Wow, that sounds amazing, kotyonok!” Are you ready to go home now?” Nat asked as Mila gives you her best puppy dog eyes. 

“It’s okay sweetheart, we’ll come back and see everyone next weekend. Why don’t you go get your Teddy bear?” you suggested.

“I’ll help her with her things,” Yelena said, scooping up your daughter and walking to her bedroom. 

“We can’t thank all of you enough for taking such good care of her. I know she would stay here forever if we let her.” You said as you move through the group hugging every one. 

She is always welcome here, you two know that.” Wanda said, confident she was speaking for the entire team. 

A short while later, Mila emerged with her unicorn backpack, followed by Yelena, carrying more bags than she had when you dropped her off. You couldn't help but shake your head, knowing the team had showered her with gifts. Natasha crouched down to Mila’s eye level, tenderly placing her hand on her back. “Can you say goodbye and thank you to all of your aunts and uncles, dorogaya?” she asked. Mila made her way around the room, hugging everyone. It warmed Natasha to witness her family showering your daughter with so much love and affection.

Mila drifted off to sleep only five minutes after being placed in her car seat. Upon returning home, Natasha carried her to her bed with the utmost care. She tenderly laid Mila down, ensuring she was tucked in snugly, and then, both of you gently kissed her forehead before quietly slipping out of the room. You decided to postpone the unpacking until the following day, feeling too exhausted from the long journey. In the bedroom, Natasha was sitting in bed, engrossed in a book with her reading glasses perched precariously on the edge of her nose. The day's fatigue faded as you turned off the bathroom light and joined her in bed.

“I couldn’t have asked for a more romantic anniversary, my love,” you admitted as you carefully removed her glasses from her face and gently kissed her lips. “But there is nowhere I would rather be than at home with you and our beautiful daughter.”

“I couldn’t agree more,” Nat said, returning the kiss. 

As Natasha drifted into slumber, her mind wandered back to the tumultuous path that had brought her to this moment. She couldn't escape the memories of her past—a life of manipulation in the Red Room with no autonomy and the unending pursuit to cleanse her conscience of the bloodstains it bore. But then came the shot that Clint didn't take and the chance that Fury did. Her deeply unconventional yet cherished family culminated in the arrival of you and your precious daughter. In these precious bonds, Natasha Romanoff found the strength to thrive and, at long last, find peace.

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The Scarlet Storm : Hydra Reborn

Chapter One

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After Thanos was finally defeated. The world lost some heroes. Tony sacrificed himself, leaving behind his 5 year old daughter Morgan and wife Pepper.

Clint was the one who sacrificed himself. He finally beat Natasha at her own game. Leaving behind his wife and children.

The there was Vision. The one who gave his life, scarificing himself to stop Thanos from retrieving the stone. Only to have Wanda watch him die once more.

The world was working hard on mending itself. Bucky and Sam had disappeared to work on some case. Leaving Natasha, Wanda, Steve and Scott at the Avengers compound. Yelena was travelling, in hopes in helping people adjust again.

"Hey, are you ok?" Wanda asked Nat as she walked inside the meeting room. Seeing Nat looking for someone. Seeing a name on the screen. Y/N Romanoff. "I didn't know you had a daughter." Wanda stated only seeing the last picture that was ever took of Y/N. Back in Ohio

"Y/N is my sister." Nat said quietly. "Well she was. We were split up before Yelena and I were took into the Red Room. Y/N was taken somewhere else."

"So you want to try and find her?" Wanda asked her.

"I do." Nat said as she turned to face the witch. "But she hasn't surfaced since she disappeared. I hoped that with everyone being back, she may be one of them. She has this thing with her eye. Most of the kids used to call her a freak or a demon. She has this red line going through her left iris." 

"You don't think she could be, you know?" Wanda asked her sadly.

"That's what we were told when we were first taken in, but then Dreykov told me years ago that she was alive." Nat informed her. "He only said one name after that before he tried to escape. The Lightening Soldier."

"I remember that name." Wanda said as she used the computer. Typing in the name. A picture came up of a tall masked figure. The only name noted was the Alias they are known by. "Pietro used to tell me how they used to train him with his super speed and combat skills."

"They were experimented with an enhanced version of the super soldier serum. Also giving them super speed." Nat read from the file. "They have only been spotted a small amount of times."

"They get moved very often. Hydra didn't like to keep their most prized weapon stationary in the same place for too long." Wanda informed her. "Last known location, Russia. Five years ago." Wanda pointed at the screen.

"Do you think they could still be there?" Nat asked her. Wanda shrugged unsurely. "I just need to know for definite if my Y/N is still alive or not."

"We will." Wanda told her, the two coming up with a plan.

----------------------------------------------------

Y/N had been awoken from their cryofreeze slumber. Frozen in time for five years. Johan Schmitt's grandson, Alec Schmitt took over his plans with Hydra. Finding the unknown Hydra base in Russia. Coming across a chamber, the power was still surging through the base. Keeping the Cryochamber working. Keeping The Lightening Soldier in a frozen slumber.

He had read up on The Lightening Soldier. Knowing that she is the older sister of the Natasha Romanoff. Also that she doesn't remember a single thing about her life before Hydra. She doesn't remember her sisters.

He started the defrosting sequence. Hoping that The Lightening Soldier was still Hydra's property. Once the sequence was complete, the chamber hissed as the hydraulics to the door had finally been opened. After years of being locked.

Alec watched proudly as The Soldier opened her piercing blue eyes. Noticing their was a red line through her left iris.

"We have work to do." He told her with a smirk. "Hydra will be born again."

----------------------------------------------------

"So, let me get this straight." Steve started as the remaining Avengers stood in the briefing room. "You want to fly to Russia in hopes of finding your sister. Who may or may not be this Lightening Soldier."

"Yes. That is exactly what I want." Nat told him as she crossed her arms.

"And who is going with you to look for her?" Steve asked her.

"Me." Wanda said as she stood beside Nat. "I will go with her."

"Me too." Maria told him.

"Look, I understand that this is important to you." Steve started as Nat shook her head.

"Not just to me Steve. Yelena, Melina and Alexei." Nat told him. "We were all told that she died. Was killed during experimentation and now we have a real lead on her."

"So you think that this Lightening Soldier is Y/N?" He asked her.

"I do." Nat told him. "And I think she is in Russia but we will only find out if we go there ourselves."

"Ok. We'll leave at dawn." Steve told them all before walking out. The three girls glanced at each other.

"Did he just?" Nat asked as both Maria and Wanda nodded. "I can't believe it." Nat whispered. Looking at the two pictures. Her eyes staying on Y/N. The Y/N she remembers from when they were children.

"Are you going to tell Yelena?" Maria asked her as the three stood there.

"No." Nat told her. Turning around to face them both. "I think it's best to tell her after we find Y/N and bring her home."

The Avengers were coming up with a plan to find Y/N, while Alec was coming up with a new order. Bribing some SHIELD agents who were stationed in Russia. Using Y/N as a scare tactic to get them to fall in line.

Hydra was being reborn.