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Fatal Attraction
Pairings: Wanda Maximoff x Natasha Romanoff
Warnings: Mentions of sexual stuff.
Summary: Natasha gets hurt during a mission with Wanda, and Wanda for some reason found herself more attracted to Nat. Yes, in her state on injury. (Featuring Y/n, Natasha's dumbass little brother and Wanda's wingman)
"Incoming!" The young super soldier yelled as he jumped into the Quinjet with his best friend. Wanda groaned at his antics, wanting nothing more than to go home and continue watching her shows.
Y/n had insisted Wanda that they flew into the back of the Quinjet instead of entering like a normal person. It's not that Wanda didn't have the heart to say no, Y/n simply doesn't take no for an answer. "So long fuckers!" He gave the middle finger as the door closes.
"Will you stop using my powers for your little attractions?" Wanda asked.
"Gosh you train with Nat too much you're starting to sound like her." Y/n rolled his eyes.
"That's not a bad thing! She get things done."
"I get shit done too! But, I make it fun."
"Not when we're-"
"Ugh quiet you two, you're being too loud." They heard Natasha complained. The two young Avengers glanced at her and their face twisted into concern when they finally noticed her injury.
Before Y/n could approach his sister, Wanda was quick to be at her side. "Natasha! What happened?"
Natasha shook it off with a faint smirk, "Don't worry about it Wanda. It's just a scratch."
"This is not just a scratch."
"I've had worse."
"You need to go to the med bay."
The former Russian spy rolled her eyes, "No doctors."
"Wands, there's no point. One time she got a broken rib and she still wouldn't go." Y/n snickered, he was concerned for Nat, but he knew she had went through worse. A flesh wound on the side of her stomach was nothing... To the Black Widow I mean.
Meanwhile Wanda's eyes grew wide at the new information. "Just take a seat, little witch. I'll handle this." Natasha said gently. Natasha was normally sarcastic to everyone, yet she had a soft spot for the young witch. Wanda blushed slightly at the nickname.
Wanda took a seat across from Natasha, Y/n approached his sister and handed her a medkit. "You good?"
"Just a normal flesh-wound-Friday, I'm good." She responded with a flat face. Her little brother rolled his eyes and took a seat next to her.
"You're always so mean to me. Wanda doesn't get this kind of treatment." He grumbled.
"Because she's kind and cute, meanwhile you're a pain in my ass." Wanda's heart skipped a beat, she thinks I'm cute? She heard her best friend groaned again.
Wanda and Natasha had been growing closer each day, especially now that Natasha was mentoring her. Wanda was close to Y/n first, as they were closer to age and not to mention he was the first to welcome her into the Avengers. Natasha took a little while longer, not that she had any resentment towards the young girl, she just wasn't exactly a people person.
Now that Steve had assigned Natasha to mentor Wanda in hand-to-hand combat, the two women are now closer than they were before. And also caused Wanda's itty bitty tiny crush on Natasha to grew. Y/n knew of course, Wanda was not subtle, at ALL.
The way her gaze would follow Nat at the gym, or how Wanda would blush whenever Natasha gave her compliments. Honestly, he might've been the one who gave Steve the idea to assign them to train together. You'll never know.
It seems like Wanda was too deep in thought as she failed to notice that Natasha had unzipped her suit in order to stitch the flesh wound on her stomach. She only looked up when she heard Natasha saying, "Keep it steady Steve."
Holyfuck, Wanda turned as red as her powers. The widow had her suit partially unzipped from the waist up, she had the sleeves of her suit take off as well to give her more flexibility. Showing off her toned bicep and of fuck her rock hard abs. Wanda let in a sharp breath.
Natasha, who has ears like a hawk, looks up at Wanda and gave her a wink. "Like what you see?"
Wanda knows Natasha is a flirt, but damn you don't gotta do her like that. Wanda quickly averted her gaze. She swore she tried to maintain her eyes elsewhere but with Natasha grunting as she tended her wounds, it's pretty fucking difficult.
She used alcohol to clean up the wound, and winced. "Agh shit-" Natasha cursed. Well that twisted something in Wanda's stomach. Y/n who had been playing on his phone, internally scoffed at his sister. She was doing this on purpose. He decided to pull out his earbuds, I'm hearin none of that.
The widow was more than capable of not making any sounds when her injuries are being cleaned. Y/n knew damn well Natasha was just teasing Wanda.
"Do you uh... need any help?" Wanda asked timidly.
"It's alright, little witch. It's nothing I can't handle." Natasha winked again. Christ, Wanda is a mess right now.
Natasha grunted again, "Ugh fuck-" she rested her head back and purposely tightened her abs. Wanda's mind raced again at the thought of hearing Natasha curse while they're in bed as she rides her abs-
No- nooope no no no
Wanda quickly shook to the thought again. The whole ride to the compound felt excruciatingly long. Natasha had opted to wear a tank top that she kept hidden somewhere in the Quinjet. (Don't question her-)
When the quinjet door flew open Y/n was the first to dart out, Steve followed after him. He look back at the two women, "Wanda, make sure she goes to the med bay. The wound still needs a proper cleaning."
"Leave it, fossil." Natasha said flatly as the two walked beside each other. Steve merely gave them a kind smile and continue his way inside the compound.
"Do you need any assistance?" Wanda asked.
"In what terms?" The widow teasingly asked. Wanda turned bright red again.
"I- you know what I mean." Natasha let out a soft laugh, she sounds so beautiful. Wanda could listen to Natasha laughing all day.
"It's alright, little witch. I can walk to my own room."
"Nu uh! Steve said-"
"Wands, I've had wounds like these many times in my life. I can handle it." Natasha said gently with a smile.
Wanda huffed slightly like a little child, shit she's so adorable. "At least let me walk you back to your room then?"
Natasha chuckles, "Alright, lead the way." The two women made their way in a comfortable silence. They reached their shared floor and soon enough they reached Natasha's room. "Well, here we are."
Natasha opened the door to her room and look back at Wanda who was standing outside awkwardly, "Are you sure you don't need to get to the med bay?" Wanda asked again. Her face showed concerns for the other woman.
Natasha gave her a gentle smile again, fuck her smile she's absolutely gorgeous. "I'm sure." Natasha retreats further back into her room. "I'll see you around, Wanda." She closes the door. Wanda lets out the breath she had been holding.
Fuck everything about this woman drives her crazy. Even as simple as Natasha saying her name. She wonders how her name sound if Natasha moaned it-
"I swear how many seasons do I have to wait til you guys get together." Wanda heard a voice beside her and yelped in surprise. She turned to find her best friend standing in the hallway leaning against a wall with his arms crossed. He had a shit-eating grin on his face.
"What are you talking about?" She asked Y/n.
"You like her, she likes you. Seriously, stop with the tension and just kiss already-" Wanda quickly shut his mouth with her hand.
"SHHHHH-"
Y/n's face cringes in confusion, "Hmpf?!"
"You can't just say things like that!"
"Like what??" He asked as Wanda let go of her hand over his mouth. "That you like her?"
Wanda glared and shut his mouth again. Y/n being the dumb best friend decided to stick their tongue out causing Wanda to pull her hand back and wipe it on his face. "EW!"
"Noo!!! I'll get a breakout-"
"Then don't lick my fucking hand!" She yelled in hushed whisper.
"Wanda, as your friend, and her brother, I'm telling you just ask her out or something."
"What if she says no?" Wanda asked, "Beside I don't want to ask her out until I'm sure she's into women."
With that Y/n gave a very, very, extremely, disappointed look. "You really did not just say that." Did she not hear the part where I said, 'she likes you'?
"What?"
"I-" Y/n shook his head. "Never mind." He turned on his heel and walked away.
"Y/n? What does that mean?!!" She chased after her friend.
These dumb lesbians I swear.
I just wanted an excuse to use that pic of Nat, teheeeeee. Hope you guys liked this! I'm still not sure whether or not to make this into a series or nah, butt i love me sum Nat x Sibling!reader shenanigans.
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Can I be him?
Summary: When Bucky finds something of yours, he hopes against hope that you feel the same way about him.
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Enhanced!Fem!Reader
Warnings: Language cause it's me. Fluff. A lot of angst. Idiots in love. Self-deprecating thoughts, both reader and Bucky. No use of Y/N. My poor attempts at being funny.
Word Count: 4.8K
A/N: Itâs 3am where I live, so⌠Happy 107th Birthday to my favorite Supersoldier! Today Iâm posting 2 Bucky fics because my baby deserves it, this one and another one sometime around the afternoon. Hope someone likes it! Thank you to my angels @ordelixx and @mrsbuckybarnes1917 that gave me so many ideas that helped me finish this. I love youđ¤
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Being an Avenger is not easy.
The long missions, the intense training, the weight of the world on your shouldersâŚ
Everybody on the team has a different way to unwind after a mission: Steve draws, Clint and Natasha compete doing target practice, Thor sleeps, Sam plays video games, Bucky takes motorcycle rides, Tony and Bruce work on side projects in their lab, Loki reads, Peter does his homework and Wanda cooks with Vision.
For you, itâs going to the rose garden behind the Compound.
Itâs a bit of a sanctuary for you, Tony allowed you to put tall hedges of roses with a gazebo-like structure in the middle of them facing the lake, only itâs entirely made of vines.
You made it yourself, thatâs your power: you can manipulate anything plant-related.Â
Everytime you finish a mission the team splits up as soon as the debriefing is over and you walk straight here.
You sit on the bench, also made of vines, take out your diary and start writing.
You write about everything, from details of missions to your feelings about the team. From things you did that you donât want to forget to things that you want to do after youâre not so tired anymore.
The hedges hide you from view and the only thing you can see when youâre here is the lake.
Sometimes, after a particular difficult mission, you donât even write. You just sit there and look out into the water, the sunshine or moonlight shining down on you, and you feel at peace.
It helps that nobody else ever comes here. The team understands itâs your safe space, and the agents are mostly scared of your powers ever since you grew a giant carnivorous plant and it bit an agent that squeezed your ass during training.Â
The agent got both taken to the medbay and suspended on the same day, and you got the thanks of about a dozen girls that had the same problem with the same asshole.
You walk out of the conference room, the debriefing of the teamâs latest mission just wrapped up, and like usual everyone scatters to their own after-mission ritual.
Today, though, you canât concentrate on anything.
Your feet take you to the rose garden by reflex, but your brain doesnât even register youâre there until you sit on the bench.
Todayâs mission took a lot out of you, not just because of the amount of magic you had to use to get everyone out safely, but also because it was your fault the team was in so much danger in the first place.
You fucked up your task, Natasha had to step in and save your ass, moving away from her post and making her late for her own task and that derailed the entire mission.
At the end, you had to use your powers to take out the hundreds of Hydra agents at the same time, which is no small feat and made you almost pass out.
Everybody told you on the way home not to worry, the mission was successfully accomplished and everyone made it out safely, but you know that if it wasnât for your screw up the team wouldâve gotten in and out of base without so much as a scratch.Â
Nobody had fatal injuries, thank God, but Sam got shot in the leg, Clint got stabbed and everyone else had various degrees of injuries because Hydra got the jump on the team.
Because of me.
That was all you kept thinking about. Your brain had a field day making up all kinds of scenarios where your mistake cost someoneâs life, a few of them even had the entire team dying because of your stupidity.Â
You were so caught up in your head that you didnât even notice someone following you to the rose garden.
Not that you ever do.Â
If thereâs one thing Bucky Barnes knows how to do, is move around undetected. Heâs a master assassin, he was trained for this for over 50 years, he knows how to be a shadow.
Except now he uses his skills for good during missions and, occasionally, to follow you.
Not in a creepy way, of course, just to check on you. At least thatâs the excuse he always uses so he wonât have to admit to himself that what he does is, indeed, a little creepy.
But he canât help himself, Bucky knew from the moment he saw you that he was fucked.Â
The moment you walked into the room to meet the team his heart was yours. You stole it with one simple smile, with one look of your beautiful eyes.
You introduced yourself and shook hands with everyone, but when you looked at Bucky he felt like a light came on and it was just you two.
You shook his hand and he felt like he had to take it off and give it to you, it was yours now. His hand, his arm, his leg, his head, his heart, his soul. Everything he is was now yours, he just knew it.
Then you said his name and he couldâve died right there and then. It was the sweetest sound heâd ever heard, and it was barely two syllables. Every word you said, every laugh and sound that came out of your pretty mouth, Bucky felt like it was all for him. Nobody else mattered.
Bucky knew then he was in love.
But he didnât know how to approach you. You were like a fairy, like a princess. Growing flowers, always smiling, baking, growing everyoneâs favorite flowers and always willing to help, like growing Aloe when Wanda burned herself cooking, or Chamomile to help with Tonyâs anxiety, or Valerian roots whenever someone was feeling down.Â
You were like sunshine and he was terrified heâd kill your light. But heâd be damned if heâd let the world kill it either, heâd protect you with his life.
So he took to following you, making sure you were safe from a distance.
But itâs not like he never talked to you, the more time you spent with the team the more comfortable Bucky got around you and eventually you became friends.
Bucky knew you could take care of yourself, you were one of the strongest members of the team, but he didnât like it when you were in your rose garden by yourself. The tall hedges made it impossible to see incoming danger, so he kept an eye on you just to be sure.
For his own piece of mind. And you never saw him.
That was Buckyâs actual way to unwind after a mission.
Heâd tell everybody he was going for a ride on his bike, but heâd drive it through the woods around the compound and to the other side of the lake where heâd have a perfect view of you without you knowing.Â
Deep down he knew it was a little creepy, he could just ask you if he could join you, but he felt like you needed your time alone without anyone else around, and he knew if he asked you, youâd say yes no matter what you were feeling, because thatâs just the kind of person you are.
So Bucky watched you from afar, always careful not to be seen. He watched you write for hours, it relaxed him to see your beautiful face so concentrated.
Sometimes youâd laugh quietly at what you were writing and those were the only times Bucky was grateful for the supersoldier serum that allowed him to hear such a beautiful sound even with so much distance between you.
But it was torture for him when he knew you had a bad day. Sometimes youâd hug your knees and cry, Bucky could tell how much youâd need a hug, and it killed him that he couldnât just walk up to you and hug you.
Everytime he sees you cry his heart breaks a little and he always tries to make you feel better when you walk back inside. He doesnât ask you whatâs wrong, he just tries to make you laugh. But all he wanted to do was dry your tears.
You did notice Bucky always seemed to act a little goofy when you're feeling down, like he somehow knew, but you never thought much of it.
You knew he was a very observant person, so you assumed he just saw your mood through your behavior better than most.
Bucky loves hanging out with you, even if itâs just as friends. You make fun of him like with everyone else, you donât treat him like could explode at any moment, never walking on eggshells around him like most people do.
Youâve never been afraid of him, and heâs glad that you donât treat him like glass. You treat him like everyone else, and it makes him feel normal.
Everytime time he hangs out with you, you take him back to a time where he was unbroken. You make him feel alive again.
And he falls more in love with you by the second because of it. Youâre all he wants, he wants to have you and kiss your lips and never let anyone hurt you. Thatâs all he can think about, but he knows thatâs not gonna happen.
He heard you talk to Natasha and Wanda, heard that thereâs someone youâd gone on a few dates with. But Bucky knows that guy doesnât deserve you, nobody does.
Even Bucky himself doesnât deserve you, youâre too pure for anyone in this world, but if thereâs someone that has any chance of making you happy, Bucky prays to God that that someone is him.
Bucky knows todayâs mission shook you deeply. He knows you blame yourself, and no amount of reassurance will make you believe that everything is okay.
So today, for the first time, Bucky actually follows you. He can see your unfocused eyes even as you walk and he wants to be near you, just in case.
He almost walks to you when you curl up on the bench and start sobbing quietly, but he holds back not wanting to startle or upset you further.
He just listens to your soft cries until you stop and compose yourself. You sigh and get up, walking back to the Compound to take a much needed relaxing shower.
But youâre still so much in your own head that you donât even notice you left your diary on the bench in the gazebo.Â
Bucky did notice, though.
Heâs tempted to call after you and tell you, but something deep down tells him not to. He waits until youâre gone and then walks to the bench, picking up your diary and opening it.
He doesnât know why, he knows itâs wrong, these are your private thoughts, but heâs just drawn to it for some reason.
When he starts reading he notices you donât mention any specific names, which makes sense because only you read it, you know who youâre writing about. He reads a page here and there, reading about your missions or lazy days.Â
He reads about some memories with the team you wrote about, some he remembers and others he probably wasnât there for, but seeing all these memories from your point of view does something to him.
It makes him feel connected to you, makes him feel like heâs reading your heart and soul, because he kind of is. Then he reads something that captures his attention completely.Â
You write about eyes blue like the ocean and just as troubled, about a smile that could light up the world. You write about someone with a complicated past that never lost his spark, never lost his love for life.Â
A man that went through hell, and never once took it out on the world. A man that didnât ever blame the world, even when he had every right to, choosing instead to protect it.Â
You filled pages and pages with everything you admire about this man, everything you love about him that you know he hates.Â
And Bucky feels like every word you wrote, you wrote for him. But could this be him? Could he be the one you talk about in all your stories?
He wants to. He wants this to be him. He prays youâre talking about him. He wishes this could be him⌠Who is he kidding?
Of course itâs not me.Â
Itâs probably the guy youâve been dating. Yeah, thatâs it. Youâre in love with that guy, that much is clear.Â
Bucky gets to the page where you write about your dates with the guy, but he canât read them.
He closes the diary, not knowing that you compared your date to Bucky every step of the way. Not knowing that you granted the guy a second date just to be sure he couldnât compare to Bucky, and went on a third date at a coffee shop just to let him down gently.
Bucky didnât read how you know heâs the one for you, he didnât read his own name written in your handwriting, the only name in your whole diary because heâs the only person you never want to forget, even though you know you never will.
But Bucky didnât read that.
He puts your diary back where it was on the bench and, with his heart broken and his hope that one day you could be his lost, he goes back inside and to his room.
Itâs only when you go back to the rose garden after your shower that you notice you left your diary there, but donât think much of it. Nobody ever comes here anyway, as far as you know.
After finding out youâre in love with someone else, Bucky canât stop himself from acting differently towards you, which you donât fail to notice.
Itâs not like heâs mean, but your interactions get shorter, like he tries his best to end the conversation quickly.
He no longer sits close to you, no longer tries to make you laugh when youâre feeling down, doesnât hang out with you as much during your down time and if he does, itâs never just the two of you anymore.
Itâs silly to say, but you miss him.
Bucky knows heâs been distancing himself, he knows youâve noticed and he can see itâs affecting you, but heâs doing this to protect himself.
He knows itâs only a matter of time before you present your boyfriend to the team, the man youâre in love with and he doesnât want it to hurt more than necessary.
You decide not to push Bucky, knowing he has his reasons to pull away from you. Maybe heâs just trying to deal with all the stress the teamâs been under and you donât want to add any more to that, so you let him be.
A few weeks later the teamâs on their sixth mission in just as many days and everyone is exhausted. Youâve been taking down Hydra base after Hydra base, because waiting too long meant losing your chance to shut down their operations for good before they got the opportunity to leave.
Youâve been dividing in smaller teams to take down the bases while still giving the team a chance to recuperate, but this last one was the biggest and required the whole team together, which sucked for you because you were in the last team with Steve and Bucky that took down a base just yesterday, so the three of you got barely a few hours of sleep while you flew to the last base.
Youâve cleared the base, all thatâs left is the agents in the courtyard who are really going down fighting. The whole team is outside now, the Hydra agents giving you a hell of a fight. Youâre using your magic against your better judgment, giant vines coming out of your arms like whips, covered in poisonous thorns. One touch of that and anyone would go down immediately, everyone except you.
Or at least thatâs what you think.
As youâre fighting you can see an agent trying to sneak up on Bucky whoâs fighting near you, so you quickly take care of it for him.
Bucky turns around and sees the agent down and then looks at you with that charming smile you fell in love with and winks at you. âThank you, doll.â
Thatâs the friendliest Buckyâs been towards you in weeks and you canât help but smile back with a small blush.
You can see the last agent standing coming at you from your peripheral vision and you quickly whip him with a vine, taking him down as soon as you can so you can turn back to look at Bucky, still smiling at you.
Buckyâs smile drops quickly, though, as he sees your face draining of any color. You barely have the time to register the sting of your own thorn on your arm that youâre already falling to the ground.
Bucky tries to catch you, but he gets thrown back by your magic that goes into defense mode, creating a wall of thorns to protect your now unconscious body.
The team doesn't know what to do, none of them know enough about plants to be sure that these thorns wouldnât just kill them all.
The only one that would know that is you, the person thatâs passed out, or worse, trapped in the midst of a cocoon of thorns.
âOkay, we need to find a safe way to-â Steve starts but cuts himself off almost immediately. âWhat are you doing?!â
Bucky doesnât even turn around to answer, too intent on breaking the thorns around you with his metal arm, not caring that the thorns are ripping his clothes and scratching his face, all he can think about is getting to you.
He finally manages to get through to you, but nobody can follow because your magic regrows the thorns Bucky broke, trapping him with you inside the cocoon.
But Bucky doesnât care, his eyes never leaving your face as he kneels behind you, running a finger softly along your cheek and shivering when he feels your skin is cold as ice.
His mind goes to the worst possibility, that thereâs nothing he can do, but his brain gives him some hope reasoning that your magic wouldnât be working if you were dead.
Right?
He snaps out of his thoughts when he feels the thorns around you vibrate, he takes you in his arms and shields you with his body from whatever is about to happen.
But the only thing that happens is the shade cast by the thorns gets replaced by sunlight. Bucky looks up and realizes Wanda used her magic to lift the thorn cocoon.
âYou couldnât have done that before?!â Bucky barks at Wanda with a glare while carefully picking you up to take you to the Quinjet.
âSheâs not the dumbass that threw himself headfirst in a mess of thorns without even considering another course of action!â Natasha came in Wandaâs defense, though she seemed more amused at Buckyâs antics than annoyed.
As the team heads back home in the jet, Bruce examines you and lets the team know youâre still alive but in a sort of coma.
Their relief is cut short when Bruce makes it known that he has no idea when, or if, youâll wake up.
As soon as the Quinjet lands youâre taken to the medbay and hooked up to machines, an IV in your arm to keep you hydrated.
Bucky holds your hand through it all, staying all night next to you just in case you wake up. He didnât want you to be freaked out and alone, he wanted to be the first person to see your beautiful eyes open.
When morning comes, though, youâre still unconscious, but Bucky doesnât lose hope. You probably need a good sleep.
Thatâs what he tells himself for two, three, four days.
Thatâs what he keeps telling himself for a week, two weeks. Never once leaving your side, not eating unless Steve brings him food and makes sure he eats before leaving, and using the bathroom of your room in the medbay.
He barely sleeps and, when he does, he dreams of you.
Everyone was getting worried about him, he refused to leave your side until one day Steve came into your room to tell Bucky there was something wrong with your rose garden.
Bucky was torn between staying with you and seeing what Steve was talking about, but decided that it would kill you if something happened to your roses so he had to make sure everything was okay when you woke up.
Because youâre going to wake up.
Bucky follows Steve to your rose garden, and his eyes widen in horror as soon as he sees it. The roses, the hedges, the vines.
Everything is dying.
Buckyâs heart breaks, only one thought in his mind. If your plants are dying, does that mean youâre slowly dying too?
No. Thatâs unacceptable. Youâre not gonna die, not if Bucky has anything to do with it.
He takes it upon himself to take care of your garden, watering it and doing everything he can to keep the roses and vines alive, fooling himself into believing that this will keep you alive.
He stays on the gazebo day and night, sleeping on the bench, spending every waking moment trying to keep a hold of even the smallest part of you.
But itâs not enough. Nothing is enough.
Bucky loses track of how many days heâs been in your garden, sleeping maybe an hour at a time here and there, watering the roses every few hours and crying the rest of the time.
After all itâs his fault, if he hadnât distracted you none of this wouldâve happened. Youâd be in your beautiful garden, probably with your boyfriend, and the only broken thing would be Buckyâs heart.
That he couldâve lived with.Â
But how can he live with the knowledge that he caused your end? That he killed your light? That he killed his sunshine, his hope, the love of his life? He canât live with that.
Not that he has to.
While Buckyâs spiraling while surrounded by dying roses, inside your room in the medbay youâre finally waking up after almost a month.
You open your eyes slowly, looking around you at the hospital-like room. Thereâs nobody around and, as you look at the window, you can see itâs really late at night.
You sit up and try to make sense of what happened while rubbing your eyes. The last thing you remember is Buckyâs bright smile, and then nothing.
You look down at your arm and see an IV, which you take out while frowning. How long have you been sleeping?
You carefully get off the bed and make your way outside to your rose garden, just to be sure everythingâs okay. Itâs not like anyoneâs gonna stop you anyway.
When you get close, the moonlight shines on the hedges and you gasp at what you see. Your beautiful roses withering away, the gazebo made of vines dying too.
But the most confusing thing is the sobs coming from the bench, although no oneâs sitting on it.
You get closer and see Bucky sitting in front of the bench while hugging his knees and crying softly. You frown and get a little closer before stopping, not wanting to startle him.
âBuckyâŚâ You say quietly and his head snaps up, his eyes instantly meeting yours.
For a moment it feels like heâs trying to decide if youâre real, he reaches out and you extend your hand to take his. That seems to convince him and he gasps.
âDollâŚâ His voice is barely above a whisper, almost as if he thinks if he makes too much noise youâll disappear.
âWhatâs wrong?â You ask him while getting a little closer to him, concern clear in your every feature.
Itâs only when you get closer that you see his face full of cuts and you frown. Those are not just any scratches, itâs clear to you that they were made by thorns. âD-did⌠Did I do this to you?âÂ
Youâre kneeling in front of him now, one hand still in his one the other comes up to trace the cuts in his face softly, but he takes your hand in his and kisses your palm.
âIâm okayâŚâ He reassures you.
Just then he realizes, youâre fussing over him when youâre the one thatâs been in a coma for a month. âAre you okay? How long have you been awake?âÂ
âI⌠I just woke up.â You tell him honestly, then look around at the dying roses and vines before looking back at him. âWhat happened to me?â
âYou got stung by one of your poisonous thorns.â He says quietly, his thumbs rubbing circles on your skin while he refuses to let go of you. âYouâve been unconscious for almost a month.â
âA month?!â Youâre shocked at the news, not knowing what to say or do, so you just stay there while letting the information sink in. The silence is broken by Bucky after a minute.
âIâm sorry about your roses⌠I tried to keep them alive, butâŚâ He looks around with a hopeless expression. âI failed you.â
Your heart breaks a little. Does he really think he failed you?
You take a deep breath, then close your eyes and when you open them again a second later everythingâs back to normal. The roses are as beautiful as ever, the gazebo just as majestic. Itâs like nothing ever happened.
Bucky looks around in awe when he feels you take his chin and you make him look at you.
âYou could never fail me.â You say firmly, wanting him to understand you mean it. You look at the cuts around his face and you canât help the guilt and pain that you feel deep within you. âIâm sorryâŚâ
âIt wasnât your fault.â Itâs like Bucky can read your thoughts, he knows all you can see are your faults, and he wants you to know he doesnât blame you for anything. âYou werenât even conscious. You have nothing to be sorry for.â
âI never wanted to be one of the people that hurt youâŚâ Your voice is a whisper as a tear escapes you. âThe world hurt you so much already⌠I never wanted to be part of that. You donât deserve it.â
Bucky frowns. He feels like heâs heard those words, but where? No, he didnât hear them. He read them. He read them in your diary, where you wrote about the man youâre in love with. Could it be possible?
Could I be him?
âItâs meâŚâ He says lower than a whisper, his eyes locked on yours, and itâs your time to be confused now.
âWhat?â You ask him with a frown while wiping your cheeks.
âItâs me youâre in love with.â His voice is a little louder, but firm. Heâs not asking you, heâs making a statement.
Your eyes widen in surprise, you almost take your hands away from his but his hold prevents you from doing that.
âI-I⌠What?â Is all you can bring yourself to say, confused as to why heâs so sure of it. Are you really that transparent?
âI read your diaryâŚâ Bucky says, guilt written all over his face, but at least heâs owning up to it. âYou wrote about the man you love⌠and you wrote the same thing you just told me. Itâs me, isnât it? You love me back?â His voice is more hopeful now, his confident demeanor weavering.
âYou⌠You read my diary?â You say, your mind still playing catch up.
Itâs only a moment later that you register the âlove me backâ and you donât give him a chance to apologize or justify himself before youâre speaking again. âYou love me?!âÂ
Bucky hesitates a moment but nods firmly. âI love you, doll. Iâve loved you since the moment I met you.âÂ
You feel like someone punched you and all the air has left your body. You have no idea what to say, so you donât say anything.
Instead you lean in and kiss him.
Bucky wastes no time kissing you back, but a thought pops into his mind and he reluctantly pulls back. âWhat about your boyfriend?â
âBoyfriend?â You frown again, having no idea what heâs talking about. âI donât have a boyfriend.â
âYou donât?â Bucky feels like a weight has been lifted off his shoulders and he pulls you to straddle him. âWhat about the guy you went on a few dates with?â
You narrow your eyes at him but decide to table the conversation about how he knows that for another time, so you smile at him and decide to just be honest with him.
âDo you honestly think that anyone could ever measure up to you? Because if you do, youâre an idiot.â Bucky grins and kisses you again.Â
Maybe he is an idiot. But when heâs the idiot youâre in love with, how much of an idiot can he really be?
It looks like he can be him after all.
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Wandanat x adopted teen Hydra reader headcanons
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a/n: this was the most chosen in both polls, so I figured Iâd post this one first. I apologise for not being able to come up with a lot for this one, but I hope you still like it :)
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Wandanat who were both shocked when they found your broken and bruised body in one of the Hydra cells on their mission
Wandanat who didnât hesitate to pick your unconscious form up and bring you to the quinjet to take care of you
Wandanat who immediately told Tony off when he suggested putting you in restraints until they knew more about you
Wandanat who stayed by your side until you woke up, and who reassured you after you had woken up that you were safe
Wandanat who stayed by your side while you were getting better, introducing you to the wonders of tv shows and take-out food
Wandanat who made sure you got a room next to theirs to make sure they could keep an eye on you and make sure you were safe and okay
Wandanat who helped you settle in to the best of their abilities. They wanted you to be as safe and happy as you could be, even though they knew it would be difficult for you to adjust
Wandanat who were the first to know when you accidentally unlocked your powers
Wandanat who helped you learn and control your powers, and helped you understand them and where they came from
Wandanat who brought you on your first ever shopping spree, buying everything you wanted, and who secretly bought everything you stared at for too long, while insisting you didnât want it
Wandanat who bought you your first ever stuffed animal, one that you brought with you everywhere
Wandanat who nearly cried when you accidentally called them âmomsâ one time
Wandanat who took you with them after the Avengers broke up, making sure you were safe and happy after another large change of surroundings
Wandanat who allow you to sleep in their bed with them when you get scared. Youâll be snuggling up to Natasha while Wanda snuggles up to you from the back, gently stroking your hair and back until you fall asleep, making sure you feel safe and secure in their arms
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Hello, my sweet fanfiction readers, the late night scrollers, and the midday day dreamers. I think it's time we do a little check in.
Take a big deep breath for me and let it out slowly. Have you drank water today? Eaten a little snack? I'm so proud of you for waking up today and for keeping going. I know the world is a scary place, and there's so much bad, and I appreciate your willingness to continue to try. I hope your scrolling brings you comfort and peace, I hope you find a safe place to land for a little while.
I'll let you get back to your scrolling soon. What are you looking for today? Enemies to lovers? Found family? Accidental baby acquisitions? Will it be a reader insert or a completely new AU? I'm sure your comfort characters are waiting for you, for your next adventure, or to revisit an old one. Just a small reminder before you go, you are loved, you are wanted, and you matter. Your comfort character would love your every flaw and would love you in all stages of your life. From your best to your worst, they would love you and want you to stay. If you love them in every universe and stage of being, flaws and all, then you can believe they'd love you the same. If there's a million different universes, then there's at least one where you're their favorite comfort character, too, and I promise they're rooting for you every step along the way.
Your comfort character believes in you and so do I, the girl on the other side of the screen who will always be a safe place to land. You are loved, you matter, you are important.
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y/n: *sitting in natasha's lap with their face in her boobs*
tony: *walks in* uhhhhh......... what's going on?
clint: nothing really. y/n just lost energy *continues to read his magazine*
tony: that still doesn't explain the whole *points at nat and y/n*
wanda: oh! think of it as a charging port, but for lesbians
kate: *is sad* i wish i was a lesbian *pouts*
yelena: you are. dumb suka
kate: then where are my booby-chargers?
y/n: *gets off natasha and holds their arms out to kate*
kate: *gets giggly and runs over to y/n*
tony: im not even going to entertain that with a follow up question
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Birthday Gift
Y/n: âI really want a girlfriend so I can dress up all nice for her and spoil her for her birthday.â
Yelena: âLike put on a nice dress and take her out for dinner?â
Y/n: âWell, yes. But also dress up in a maid or bunny outfit for her, at home, just to make it special, you know?â
Wanda: *Popping up from no where.* âME!! ME!! YOU CAN DO THAT FOR ME!!â
Wanda: *Clears throat* âItâs eh- my birthday soon y/n you can- we can do that together. You know, only if you want to.â
Y/n: *Blushing.* âSure, Wands. I can dress up all nice for you. Consider it part of your birthday gift.â
Wanda: *Beaming* âOkay, good good. Sounds good.â
Yelena: *Talking to Kate.* âIsnât her birthday in five months?â
Kate: âHush, Lena. Theyâve been pining over each other for ages. This is progress!â
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Yandere Wanda Maximoff Headcanons (platonic-ish)
She doesnât quite know when or how it happened but somehow her darling came into her life, even after everything. Wanda hadnât thought sheâd ever grow close to someone again, she never thought sheâd end up gaining a friend after all the loses sheâs had to endure. She didnât even really know how much she desperately craved having a friend until she had you.
Wanda tries not to come off clingy, she doesnât want to risk you pulling away because of it. She really doesnât know what to do with herself when it comes to being around you. She doesnât want to do anything to ruin the wonderful thing sheâs been gifted. It would really take for you to be the one to instigate showing her even the slightest bit of affection or just the smallest amount of physical contact for her to allow herself to feel like she can do the same to you now. And now that she can she canât help herself, she just wants to give all the love and affection she can muster. She never wants you to feel like youâre going without, no matter how small it may be.
Wanda knows what itâs like to be touch starved and lonely, she would make it her purpose to ensure you donât ever have to feel that way. That you never have to go without or question whether you even deserve any form of affection to begin with.
Wanda would do her best to appeal more to you, she doesnât only want to be what you need but what you would want too. She would adopt whatever trait or habit you seem to be drawn to if only to ensure her place in your life.
You would never have to ask for anything with Wanda. Except maybe some space and privacy, even then youâre most likely to never really get any again after sheâs come into your life, but other than that your needs are all met and more. The thing about Wanda is that she puts her all into everything. Your care is her utmost priority, even if she believes you need more than you actually do. Wanda is a nurturer and in her mind you came in to her life when she had nothing at all, when she was completely lost. You saved her, you brought some meaning to her life again and she wants to repay you by taking care of you, by becoming something similar to what youâve become to her.
Sheâs lost so much. All sheâs ever wanted was something she could hold onto and love. Now she has you to do just that. She finally has something, someone to give her love and attention to, to hold in her embrace once more. And Wanda is not going to lose you, not after everything else sheâs had taken away from her.
I think given everything that Wandaâs been through, everyone sheâs had torn away from her, I could see her platonic and romantic feelings kind of mixing together. Her darling starts out being strictly platonic until she delves deeper into her obsession and the boundaries of her affections begins to blur together at some point. Her darling has inevitably become her everything so there for she in turn gives them her all, her everything.
Wanda would be extremely fragile in more ways than one. After everything sheâs been through itâs to be expected. Sheâs really tried taking in and living as normally as she could after you came into her life but thereâs only so much she can take. Having to watch her darling interact with others on a daily basis it really starts to stir something deep inside her, something very possessive.
It really wouldnât take much for her to come to the conclusion of taking you away from the life youâve known and bringing you into her new world, an entire place sheâs made just for the two of you. Sheâs spent a lot of time working on it, not to mention sheâs learned from the Westview situation too so itâs entirely secluded without anyone else having to be or ending up thrown into like before. Itâs strictly just you and Wanda.
Wanda wouldnât be able to handle any animosity or resentment from you. Any kind of negative response would just break her all the more. Sheâs trying her best, canât you see that? Canât you just be good and give in to the world sheâs created for you? This is all for you after all, just a world meant for you and her to be together in with no interruptions or obstacles. In this life, you two are the only one either of you can truly depend on in her mind.
You may not see it, yet, but you need her and she needs you more than anything else. Youâre her last shred of being able to experience the life sheâs always wanted, her last hope for normalcy, even if your situation isnât exactly ânormalâ. She doesnât even know sheâs doing it but sheâs putting her everything onto you, plunging you into her darkness along with her, unconsciously. If she knew what she was doing she would hate herself all the more for it and try to protect you from herself but at this point she just canât see it. And honestly she doesnât want to see it. Any of it. As far as sheâs concerned this is fine, everything is fine and if itâs not then sheâll make it that way.
Her overprotectiveness is out of this world, especially at this point in time. Sheâs lost so much, has had so much ripped away from her but she wonât let it happen again. Not with you. Youâre her last chance, her last bit of sanity clinging on still, if she loses you too then whatâs the point to anything anymore. Whatâs the point to anyone getting to be happy if not even she can experience her own shred of happiness. Why should she be the only one to suffer? There was a time where she would gladly take on any suffering to protect others from ever having to experience it themself but now itâs all she knows and she desperately wants it to end. Wanda just wants to be happy and youâre her new found happiness so you can imagine how far sheâd go to protect you, ensuring you stay by her side.
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Spider-Girl gets heatstroke ft Wanda Maximoff and Natasha Romanoff
The sun bore down mercilessly on the city, amplifying the already stifling heat. Y/N Parker, also known as Spider-Girl, swung through the crowded urban landscape, her agile form navigating effortlessly between towering buildings. The snug superhero suit clung to her like a second skin, offering little reprieve from the oppressive warmth.
Wanda Maximoff, the Scarlet Witch, and Natasha Romanoff, the Black Widow, followed closely behind. The three made an unlikely but formidable team, each contributing their unique skills to the cause. Today's mission had brought them into the heart of the city, where the scorching heat seemed to amplify with every passing minute.
As they reached the rooftop where their target was supposed to be, Y/N's movements started to slow. The heat had become an almost tangible force, sapping her strength and leaving her feeling sluggish. Wanda exchanged a concerned look with Natasha, both recognizing the toll the weather was taking on their youngest teammate. Natasha was the first to say something about it over the comms.
Natasha - Kiddo, we need to take a break. It's too hot up here.
Y/N hesitated, her hand gripping the edge of the building for support.Â
Y/N - I'm fine!Â
Insisted the adolescent as her voice strained.
Wanda moved closer, placing a hand on Y/N's shoulder.
Wanda - You need to take care of yourself. This heat is dangerous. *frowns*
But Y/N, ever the stubborn teenager, shook her head.Â
Y/N - I can handle it. Let's finish this.
Natasha sighed, sharing a worried glance with Wanda. They pressed on, but it wasn't long before Y/N's movements became more laboured. Sweat dripped down her forehead, and her breaths were audible over the comms.
Wanda - We need to get her out of here.
The Scarlet Witch urged, her concern deepening.
Natasha grabbed Y/N's arm.Â
Natasha - Come on, baby. We're calling it a day.
Y/N resisted.Â
Y/N - No, I can't let themâ
Wanda cut in, her voice firm.Â
Wanda - Your health is more important. The mission can wait.
Reluctantly, Y/N allowed herself to be guided away from the edge of the building. The trio found a shaded spot, but Y/N was insistent on finishing the mission even if she was already swaying slightly.
Y/N - I just need a moment...Â
Natasha - You need more than a moment. You need water and rest. *crosses her arms*
Y/N's stubbornness flared, and she pushed herself up.Â
Y/N - I can't let them get away. I canâ
Her words were slurred, and her vision blurred. The next thing she knew, she was on her knees, the world spinning around her. Wanda and Natasha exchanged alarmed glances.
Wanda - Y/N!Â
Wanda cried out, rushing to her side.
Natasha activated her comm.Â
Natasha - We need an evac. Now.
Y/N tried to push herself up, but her limbs felt like lead. The last thing she heard before darkness claimed her was Wanda's worried voice calling her name.
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When Y/N opened her eyes, the world was a blur of white. She blinked, trying to make sense of her surroundings. The low hum of the quinjet's engines filled the air. She was lying on one of the benches, and her suit had been partially removed.
Y/N - Wanda? Natasha?
She croaked.
The two women appeared at her side, relief was evident in their eyes.Â
Natasha - You fainted detka, heatstroke.
Explained the Black Widow, her voice a mix of sternness and concern.
Y/N groaned, remembering the mission.Â
Y/N - Did we catch them?
Wanda smiled gently, brushing a strand of hair from Y/N's face.Â
Wanda - Yes, we did. But you scared us. You need to take better care of yourself, honey.
Y/N mumbled an apology, attempting to sit up. Natasha pressed her back down as she spoke firmly about their order.Â
Natasha - Rest, we'll be back at headquarters soon.
Wanda held a bottle of water to Y/N's lips, urging her to drink. The cool liquid was a balm for her parched throat. As Y/N sipped the water, Natasha began removing the rest of her suit to help her cool down.
Y/N - I can do that myself.Â
Protested the youngest weakly.Â
Wanda - You're in no condition to argue, my dear. *chuckles*
They worked efficiently, and the atmosphere was a mix of professionalism and genuine concern. Y/N couldn't help but feel grateful for the two women who had become her teammates and, in many ways, her surrogate family and mothers, in their own way.
Once out of the stifling suit, Y/N felt a wave of relief. The cool air of the quinjet was a welcome contrast to the oppressive heat outside. Wanda conjured a soft breeze, further easing Y/N's discomfort.
Natasha - You scared us back there, sweetheart.Â
Natasha admitted, her eyes intense.
Y/N - I'm sorry. I just wanted to finish the mission. *sighs*
Wanda placed a hand on Y/N's shoulder.Â
Wanda - There will always be another mission. But you only have one health and body for us to kiss, hug and give tickles. Don't jeopardize it for the sake of a mission. *tickles Y/N*
Y/N - Stopp- *giggling*
Natasha - Let her rest Wanda. It's okay lovebug *kisses forehead*
They lapsed into a comfortable silence, the hum of the quinjet providing a backdrop to their thoughts. Y/N closed her eyes, allowing herself to rest, knowing that she was in capable hands.
As the quinjet touched down at headquarters, Natasha and Wanda helped Y/N to her feet. She felt a little unsteady, but the support from her motherly teammates kept her upright.
Natasha - Promise us you'll take better care of yourself, babygirl.Â
Natasha said with her tone meaning business.
Y/N nodded, a genuine smile playing on her lips.Â
Y/N -Â I promise, moms.
Wanda grinned, a mischievous glint in her eyes.Â
Wanda - And if you don't, we might have to resort to more drastic measures.Â
Y/N - Like what? *raises an eyebrow*
Wanda and Natasha exchanged a knowing look before simultaneously saying:Â Mama bear's voice, the head-tilt and the raised eyebrow.
Y/N burst into laughter, the sound echoing through the quinjet. As they exited the aircraft, a trio of superheroes ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead, Y/N couldn't help but feel grateful for the bonds forged not just in battle but in the quiet moments of care and concern.
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Hey can I request a wanda x fem reader where wanda and reader are dating and wanda knows this sweet side of the reader but one day the avengers go on a mission and need readerâs help because she is a CEO of a company bigger than stark industries and she is all badass and destroys whomever the avengers need destroyed.would love nat, tony and reader friendship.
The CEO
Summary: Looks like a cinnamon roll, could kill you.
Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x female!reader
Warnings: none
Word count: 1440
a/n: Iâm sorry I donât know how to be intimidating
Tags: @thought-of-you-and-me @rafecameronswhore @sayah13 @wandsmxmff @emsmultiverse @natashamaximoff69
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âHeâs not giving us anything.â Natasha walks into the room, where Wanda and Tony are watching the interrogation room. âHe keeps asking for his lawyer.â
âCanât you like,â Tony imitates punching sounds, âdo that to get through to him.â
âIt doesnât work like that.â Natasha rolls her eyes. âAt the end of the day, we donât have hard evidence he is the behind the organization.â
A particular organization has been tormenting the Avengers for a long time now. Theyâve started attacks against people and buildings, destroying many important properties and killing people. Yet, they have always hidden any possible leads.
Until now. They finally caught someone, Mr Blight. The groupâs clean up crew made a mistake and left evidence on site, bringing the Avengers to him.
After bringing him to the compound for interrogation an hour ago, theyâve gotten nowhere. Heâs smart, he knows what they can and canât do, which is why they have to think something different before they run out of time.
Wanda stares at screen, deep in thought. âWhere did you say he worked at?â
âHe is one of the owners of the Blight Industries.â Tony glances at the file they have on him. Itâs a thin file. âDo you know him?â
âI think his company works with Y/Nâs company.â
âMiss bubblegumâs company?â He frowns, looking at the man though the monitor. âReally?â
âOh, thisâll be fun.â Natasha grins. âShe can help us, right?â She turns to Wanda.
Taking out her phone, Wanda starts texting her girlfriend. âUh, yeah. I think she could help us.â She mumbles, a bit unsure on bringing her into an Avengers mission. âAre you sure this is a good idea?â
Wanda and Y/N have been dating for two months, theyâre still in very much their honeymoon phase, neither really talking about work things. However, Natasha and Y/N have been friends for a long time. She actually introduced the couple to each other. She also still continuously reminds them of this, taking great pride into making their relationship happen.
âOh, yeah. Sheâll be able to crack him.â
Tony and Wanda both frown. âAm I missing something here?â He points at Natasha. âHow will little miss sunshine help us?â
âYouâll be in for a treat.â
Tony pushes Mr Blight forward when the elevator comes to a stop. He is already looking nervous, he recognizes where they are. âWait.â Tony looks around the building. âWhy did neither of you tell me Y/N is the CEO of the biggest company in the US? Iâve been trying to get a meeting with the boss for ages about Stark Industries, but I always get a negative answer.â
Letting out a short laugh, Natasha leads them in front of Y/Nâs office. âMaybe your company isnât that important.â She mumbles, throwing him a look. Knocking on the door, she opens it for Mr Blight when a faint come in comes from the other side. âDonât shake too much, she can sense fear.â Natasha whispers with a smirk when he walks past her.
Wanda furrows her brows, moving in front of the window. The blinds are mostly shut, but she can see inside the room through a small crack. Natasha and Tony move next to her, the latter being a lot less inconspicuous about snooping.
âNatasha, care to tell us how sheâll help us?â
âShe breaks anyone who walks into that room.â
Y/N is working on her computer, completely ignoring Mr Blight walking into the room. He closes the door behind him, slowly making his voice towards the table.
He clears his throat, but Y/N pays no mind to it. âShould I- sit? Or, maybe..â
âWhat do you usually do when you walk inside someone elseâs office, Mr Blight?â She finally lifts up her head from the screen.
Nodding, Mr Blight sits down to one of the chairs. He lays his hands on his lap, though he canât stop moving them.
âWe have been business partners for a long time, have we not, Mr Blight?â Y/N sits on her office chair with the perfect posture, her hands laying on the table. The look on her face is neutral, but terrifying.
Mr Blight clears his throat before answering, so Y/N wouldnât hear it shake. âYes, we have.â
âSo,â sighing, Y/N shakes her head, âimagine my surprise when I hear youâve made an enemy out of the Avengers.â She tilts her head, making Mr Blight gulp. âDo you understand how this looks like to my company, that I have worked so hard to build from the ground up?â
âI- I understand, Miss Y/L/N.â
âSee, I donât think you do.â She stands up, leaning closer to him. âYouâre making this more difficult for everyone involved by not telling the truth.â
âRespectfully, Miss Y/L/N, I have spoken the truth. I have no ties w-â
âHave you?â Y/N interrupts him. She stands up properly and turns her monitor to face Mr Blight. âYouâre aware that I know everything, correct?â He nods. âSo, what youâre telling me is, if I open these files over here,â she points towards the files shown on her monitor, âthere will be nothing about you deciding to join the organization two months ago?â
His eyes widen. He tries to hide his expressions, but nothing goes unnoticed by her. Mr Blight opens his mouth to say something, anything to save his name, but nothing comes out.
âOn the second of September, you made a donation to a charity, which then send out that money to a third party.â She reads through one of the files. âYouâve been making consistent visits to Washington DC once a week, in the guise of visiting family. However, I remember you telling me your family move abroad last summer, is that right?â
âWell, yes, but-â
âBut, what Mr Blight?â Her voice raises a notch. She stares him down, crossing her arms over her chest. âDo you have some other excuses? Or lies perhaps?â
He shakes his head in defeat. âI will talk to the Avengers.â He mumbles. Y/N raises her brow, waiting for something more. âAnd I will tell them everything.â
Y/N smiles, expressing him to stand up, which he does. âA pleasure. Remember to tell Blight Industries we arenât working together anymore before you get locked up, would you?â She shakes his hand when he doesnât know what to answer, before pointing to the door. âYou may leave.â
Mr Blight opens the office door, getting grabbed by a SHIELD agent and pulled away. Natasha, Tony and Wanda stay behind, stepping into the office.
âHi!â Y/N has a wide smile on her face as she waves at them. âSo glad to see you guys. I hope I was able to help.â She kisses Wanda before hugging Natasha.
Tony is looking at her with an indescribable look. âYou, are a fraud.â
âWhat do you mean?â Y/N frowns, tilting her head to the side.
âThat!â Tony points at her. âYou did that while talking to Mr Blight and looked scary, just like witchy woo over here when she does her thing, and now-â he moves his hands around her and Wanda, ânow you look like a cinnamon roll.â
With a grin, Natasha throws her hand over Y/Nâs shoulders, pulling her closer. âShe has been my secret weapon for years. You donât understand how many people she has broken.â
Wanda stays quiet as she listens to the conversation. She has only seen the sweet side of Y/N, but she isnât necessarily disappointed by the other side either.
âI think I like you even more now.â Tony pats her arm. âNow, do you think we could talk about a collaboration between Stark Ind-â
âNo.â Y/N states. âThereâs a reason I always tell you no.â She smiles sweetly at him. âNow, if you donât mind, I still have work to do.â
âThank you for your help, Iâll see you later.â Natasha grabs Tonyâs suit and pulls him away from the room, leaving Y/N and Wanda alone.
âHi.â Y/N smiles.
âHey.â With a brow raised, Wanda stares at her. âThat was different.â She mumbles, wrapping her arms around Y/Nâs waist. âI kind of liked it.â Using her magic, she closes and locks the door.
âOh, really?â Y/N grins, her arms going around Wandaâs neck. She giggles as Wanda starts kissing her neck while pushing her backwards. âDonât you have work to do?â
Wanda lifts Y/N, so sheâs sitting on the table. âI have some time.â With a smirk, she goes right back to attacking her neck.
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Y/n: Hey Wands do you want a quickie?
Wanda: A what now??
Y/n: A quickie.
Wanda: Y/n Iâm dating your sister, why would you ask me this?
Y/n: What does Nat have anything to do with this, Iâm just asking you if you want a quickie?
Wanda: I- NO! No, I donât want a quickie.
Y/n: Suit yourself, the one Pepper served at the party last night was really good.
Wanda:
Wanda: Quiche?? DID YOU MEAN QUICHE??
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Happy Birthday
Summary: It's your birthday and the only person who doesn't seem to be excited about it is you.
Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader
Warnings: Mentions of death. Angst. Fluff. Language probably. My poor attempts at being funny.
Word Count: 2.5K
A/N: This story was completely self-indulgent, but I hope someone out there likes it!
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Youâve always been very reluctant to celebrate your birthday.
You havenât had a birthday party since you were 12. The following year your mom died a couple of days before and neither you nor your family were in the mood to celebrate anything.
It wasnât by any means unexpected, she had been sick for a few years, but it still hit you hard.
You were the youngest and were far too young when she first got sick to really understand everything going on.
You were 8 and all you really remember is watching your mom get more and more sick until eventually there was nothing more the doctors could do.
Her death hit you hard and you closed yourself off, never talking about it or even crying after the day of her funeral. To this day youâve still never cried, in front of others or even by yourself.
You started exercising to channel all your energy, refusing to do anything more like the therapy your family suggested.Â
When you were 15 you discovered SHIELD and decided you wanted to help others, so you signed up for the SHIELD Academy, working your hardest and pushing yourself to your very limit.
You ended up being not only the youngest cadet ever, but the youngest to actually graduate and then the youngest recruit at SHIELD at only 16 years old.
Natasha was very impressed when she heard about you and took a liking to you, convincing Fury to make you part of her team during her missions and teaching you everything she knows.
Thatâs how you ended up in the Avengers Initiative, not that you felt you didnât deserve it since you know how hard you worked and everything you gave up to work towards this achievement.Â
The team themselves were initially skeptical since you were barely 18 during the battle of New York, but they were quickly proven wrong when they saw how well you handled yourself against the Chitauri.Â
You were devastated when SHIELD fell, but carried on as an Avenger, battling Ultron and then moving to the Compound with the team.
You met the actual Bucky for the first time when you were 22, during the whole Civil War thing with Baron Zemo. Like Natasha, you were on Tonyâs team, fighting mostly Pietro, but the conflict eventually ended.Â
It took Tony some time to get over the whole âBucky killing his parents while brainwashed�� thing, but, as he likes to say, he canât call himself a genius without admitting that Bucky didnât have much of a choice.Â
Thanks to Tonyâs help Shuri was able to find a solution to Buckyâs brainwashing faster than she wouldâve alone, meaning Bucky didnât have to go back into cryo and was pretty quickly cleared to join the team, about a year after the airport battle in Leipzig.
You were warmly accepted by everybody and, the more the team grew the more you felt at home with these people.
And now you wish you could burn down the whole compound because, somehow, Tony convinced you to have a birthday party for the first time in 13 years because, in his words, 'you only turn 25 once'.
Good news is you managed to make him limit the guest list to the team and other people close to you like Maria Hill and Fury. Bad news is youâre still gonna be the center of attention, which you hate.
You couldnât stop Tony from making everyone dress up for the party, and you couldnât stop the team from getting you gifts even though you insisted all you wanted was everyone together and to have fun with them since for the longest time nobody ever even knew when your birthday was.Â
What you didnât realize was that the only person more worried than you about your gifts was Bucky.
Since he joined the team the two of you have gotten close, starting with his first training with the team where he very loudly told Steve about his disbelief that someone as young and small as you could actually be an asset to the team.
You quickly put him in his place by taking him down after less than two minutes of sparring, taking full advantage of his underestimating you because he âdidnât want to hurt a pretty little thing like you.â
Admittedly he was impressed and wasnât shy about letting you know that, while the rest of the team snickered at his initial shock when you pinned him down.
You became friends after that, not as close as youâd like but friends nonetheless.
If you were honest with yourself youâve been harboring a little crush on the supersoldier, but heâs never shown any interest so you resigned yourself to just being his friend.
Something that you did come to treasure, though, is your and Buckyâs late night talks.
It started with you walking in on him in the kitchen on a late night where you couldnât sleep, nothing new to you, but the two of you barely talked other than acknowledging each other.
You took a bottle of water and left.
A couple of days later you ran into him again and you stood there in silence while you made yourself a cup of tea and then left for your room.
A few days later again he was just sitting there and said nothing as you made your tea, except this time you put a cup in front of him and silently took a seat next to him at the counter.
Two nights later when you arrived at the kitchen he was already there with a cup of tea in front of him and one in front of the seat next to him.
You didnât want to assume it was for you, but you took a chance when you noticed it was the cup you always used, a blue mug with Stitch on it that says âLetâs get weirdâ. Your favorite in fact.
You hesitantly sat down next to him and, without you having to ask or without even looking at you, he told you that the nights you stay up late because you canât sleep you tend to be more quiet during the team dinners and while you hang out afterwards.
You didnât say anything in return and just sat there, trying not to overthink how much he seemed to watch you.
But the more nights you spent like that, the more you two talked and you gathered quickly that Bucky is a very observant person, nothing more.
You loved the time you spent together after dark where youâd talk about everything and anything, but come morning it was almost as if it never happened, which you came to accept.
It weirdly made the nights you spent talking even more special, which was almost every night.
But back to the present, youâre currently getting ready with Natasha and Wanda, who know much more than you about hair and makeup and are always happy to help you out with getting ready for Stark parties.Â
You put on the black cocktail dress with rhinestones all over the corset and a slit down the left side, then the three of you make your way to the party room and you take a deep breath before entering.
Everyone is already there, all dressed up in fancy clothes as they all shout âHappy Birthdayâ.
You laugh and say hi to everybody while they all take turns hugging you, thereâs not too many people but everyone important to you is there.
Even Laura and Clintâs kids are there, which you consider a second family at this point, since Laura always did treat you like a daughter.
You hate to admit that it's a nice party.
Knowing you, everyone makes an effort to not put you too much at the center of attention and you just go around talking to your friends like every other party.
Eventually time comes for the cake and, the moment you kind of dreaded, opening the gifts.
Since it's the first birthday you allowed the team to celebrate everyone decided to go all in for your gifts, which you picked up on from the very first gift you open.
Pietro got you a first edition of âThe Picture Of Dorian Grayâ which is your all time favorite book, Wanda and Maria got you a leather jacket and an amazing pair of boots that you knew were expensive because you were all out shopping together when you came across them.
Steve got you a gold heart-shaped locker with a picture of the team inside it, Natasha got you a charm bracelet with a little charm to represent everyone on the team, and Sam got you a cute necklace with your birth stone on it.
When you open Furyâs gift you start laughing since it's a gun, a SIG SAUER P226 to be precise, which is very Fury.
âIt was my first gun when I joined SHIELD.â He says with a smile and you smile back, knowing how much thought he put into this gift.
You open Clintâs gift next, a bow and arrow that he already taught you how to use, and Laura got you a pair of diamond earrings.
Your heart melts when you open Lila, Cooper and Nathanielâs gifts, respectively a friendship bracelet, an Avengers action figure of yourself and a Stitch plushie.
The three of them hug you tightly as you say thank you and now you only have two gifts left, Tonyâs and Buckyâs, and theyâre both little boxes.Â
You open Tonyâs next, thinking itâs some fancy necklace or earring but you frown when you see a car key.
âIs this the key to your car?â you ask Tony, knowing full well youâre holding the key to an Audi R8 Spyder, the car Tonyâs let you borrow so many times youâre now wondering if heâs gifting you his spare set of keys.
âNo.â He says casually âItâs the key to your car.â
Youâre even more confused and simply stare at him with your mouth gaped, not really processing the information.
âY-you⌠You got me a car?!â You almost yell out of shock and everyone else starts laughing at your antics when you start basically jumping up and down and hugging Tony, squealing like a little girl.
âWell, come on, letâs go see it!â Tony says enthusiastically after youâve calmed down, and you get up, just as enthusiastic, but are stopped by Steveâs voice.
âWait, wait. You have one gift left.â He says, picking up the small box and giving it to you. âItâs from Bucky.â
You were so pumped up by the car, you almost forgot about it and completely miss the mischievous look Steve gives Bucky and the murderous glare Bucky gives back.
You also miss Bucky starting to protest before you open his gift, but he instantly shuts up when he sees your face falling the second you open it.
Itâs a small necklace with a blue rose in it, it really looks like something youâd give a little girl more than a 25 year old woman.
You look at it for a minute, running your finger on it before you raise your head and look at Bucky.
The whole room goes silent as they all watch you worriedly, everyone noticing immediately that tears are streaming down your face.
Nobody understands whatâs happening and nobody knows how to react or what to do, itâs like theyâre all frozen by the sight of you being vulnerable for the first time ever.Â
Meanwhile Buckyâs heart is beating so loud heâs sure everyone around him can hear it, and he feels himself starting to panic at the thought of having ruined your birthday with that stupid gift.
Everybody else got you expensive gifts and all he did was get you a small, cheap necklace that reminded him of a story you briefly talked about once on one of your late night talks about a necklace you had as a kid.
He saw it at the mall while looking for a gift for you, remembering the sweet smile you had on your face when you mentioned it and the fleeting sad look he thought he saw when you told him you lost it when you were 12.
He was really proud of himself for that gift, but the more he saw the other gifts you got the more he regretted his choice, especially after Tony gave you a fucking car.
And now you were crying, not saying anything while just looking at him.
He doesnât know what to expect from you at the moment, nobody does, he thinks you might yell, throw his gift back at him, tell him how much you hate it and him.
But you surprise everyone by throwing your arms around Buckyâs neck, hugging him tightly while crying into his shoulder.
You honestly forgot telling Bucky about that story and certainly didnât expect him to remember it, especially since you always got the feeling that he didnât care about your talks as much as you.
You just assumed that come morning he deleted everything you told him to make room for more important things, and you didnât blame him.
But he didnât.
What you didnât tell him about the necklace is that your mom gave it to you because blue roses were her favorite, you had that necklace since you were born but you somehow lost it the day of her funeral.
That day you lost the two most important things in your life and cried yourself to sleep, and that was the last time you allowed yourself to be weak and cry.
Until today.
Bucky hesitantly wraps his arms around you, rubbing your back hoping to get you to calm down. He looks around at the rest of the team, panicking a little and not knowing what to do.
Everyone else is as clueless as he is, never having seen you in such a state before.
Bucky starts apologizing, his heart breaking at the sight of you crying, and he feels horrible that itâs because of him.
You shake your head quickly and pull away a little to look at him, wanting to reassure him youâre not sad or angry but incredibly happy, but words refuse to come. You take a deep breath to calm yourself and finally manage to speak.
âThank you. You have no idea how much this means to me.â Itâs quiet, but itâs something, and itâs enough to make Bucky let out a breath of relief at knowing you donât hate him or his gift.
He brings you back in for another tight hug, almost forgetting about everyone else in the room as you hug him back without hesitation.
Youâre honestly not even embarrassed at crying, all you care about at the moment is Bucky, his arms around you while he lets you bury your face in his neck, like youâve been wanting to do for years now.
âHappy birthday, doll.â He whispers in your ear and, for the first time in 13 years, you really feel like it is.
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Don't worry about a thing
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summary: your parents needed the extra money, even if it meant making you work for it. what happens when two women disagree with your parents methods?
pairing: dark!Wandanat x teen reader, dark!Yelena x teen reader, dark!Melina x teen reader, dark!Bucky x teen reader, dark!Alexei x teen reader
warnings: alcoholism, dark Wandanat, dark themes, kidnapping, itâs kinda fluff as well
genre: angst, fluff
words: 2690
a/n: this kinda turned from dark!wandanat to a very soft fic. I mean, reader still gets kidnapped, but Wandanat are so sweet about it⌠:)
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You had been working in the cafe for a while. Your parents needed the money, and to be honest, you needed it too.Â
Your parents had been drinking since you were a young child, and you now you were a teenager, which means it is legal for you to work. Your parents didnât hesitate to push you towards a job. With all their money going to alcohol, they needed your money for either food, or more drinks.Â
On the side, you would save a little bit of money, trying to save enough to hopefully one day go to college.
Today it was a day like any other.Â
You had just gotten back from school, and you went to the cafe immediately. However, this time was a little different. For the last couple of weeks, you had the weird feeling that someone was watching you. There had been a few people that asked about a lot of details from you, which creeped you out a bit.
At first, it was a red-headed woman. She looked to be around her thirties, and she was very kind.Â
Then, there was a brown haired woman. She asked how you were doing, whether you were still in school, and also how you would be getting home. She seemed concerned for your safety. After all, it had been late that day.
Then, a blonde haired woman had walked in. She went into the cafe with a dog, and after ordering for herself and her dog, she offered to walk you home. You had told her that you were fine, and that your father was picking you up, but as usual, he hadnât showed up. The woman insisted on walking you home, and you had allowed her. What was the harm, right? She was very kind and respectful, and her dog was nice.
After that, you had a week of boring people, as usual. People who didnât give a single shit about your life. People that only cared about the fact that they had been waiting on their coffee for five whole minutes.
You figured you had just been imagining things, and that the three women you had met where just genuinely kind.Â
However, after that week ended, weirdly invasive people started to come into the cafe again.
At first it was a man. He was wearing gloves, and he looked a little scary. His hair was brown, and he was tall and looked strong. However, when he ordered you decided he was actually very sweet. He talked with you the entire night, thanking you when you served him his drinks and food, and he tipped very well.Â
A week later, this week, you spotted the red haired woman from a few weeks ago sitting at one of the tables.Â
She wasnât alone this time. The brown haired woman, who you had seen earlier as well, was sitting beside her. You walked up to them with a smile, pushing your odd feelings down and getting ready to serve them just like any other day.
The women smiled at you, and after giving you their order, they continued a conversation of their own.
You brushed your anxiety off of yourself, making their drinks and continuing with your shift. However, after serving them and getting back to another costumer, the man you had seen earlier walked in. He looked a little angry, but smiled kindly when he met your eyes. You smiled back, but before you could ask for his order, he went to sit down with the other two women.Â
Again, you didnât think much off it, rather just pushing the anxiety away and continuing with your job.
It started to get really weird, though, when the blonde haired woman walked in. She was accompanied by her fluffy dog, which didnât hesitate to greet you with a wagging tail. You bent down to pet him, when you noticed a slightly red streak running along his fur.Â
You went to brush your hand over it, but the dog retreated back to itâs owner.
She smiled at you and stopped at the bar, ordering the same thing she ordered a few weeks ago. After doing so, she went to sit down with the other man and women. Why did they know each other? Had it been a coincidence that you had all seen them before? Were they watching you?
You shook the thoughts from your head, preparing the womanâs order, putting some whipped cream into a cup for her dog, before bringing it over to the table.Â
You put it down with a smile, grabbing the empty two cups and asking if you could get them anything else.
âWeâre alright, sweetheart,â the brown haired woman spoke with a gentle smile.
You nodded and retreated back to the counter, ready to serve other costumers, before you realised, there were no other costumers.
The entire cafe was empty, minus the four people sitting in the corner.
Odd, this was usually such a busy time.Â
You didnât think much off it, rather deciding to start cleaning up a bit in the hopes of getting home earlier tonight. When you were about to shut off the coffee machine you heard the little bell ring, indicating that another costumer had walked in.
You turned to look at them, discovering that it was a tall, large man. He had tattoos covering his arms, and a long beard. He was followed by a woman, who smiled at you before she pulled the man over to the table where the other people were sitting. You hadnât seen them before, but you did find it odd.Â
When your colleague told you she was heading home for the night, you agreed to closing up, telling her to get home safe.Â
After she left, you glance over at the table impatiently. They had been sitting there for hours, and you wanted to get home on time tonight. You still had a few tests to study for, and there was a project you were supposed to hand in yesterday.
You stood impatiently at the counter until the blonde woman walked up to you. You had hoped she wanted to pay, but instead she simply asked for a donut.Â
You hid your annoyance and got her what she wanted, smiling at her when you handed the sweet treat over.Â
âHow are you getting home today?â she asked as she took the donut from you, taking a bite.Â
âMy father was supposed to pick me up, but I suppose Iâll be walking once again,â you replied, closing the treat cabinet.Â
âI can give you a ride if youâd like. My parents are probably leaving with my sister anyway, so there will be a car left that Iâll have to drive,â she explained, giving her dog a few pets when it excitedly walked over to her. She snuck the dog some pieces of the donut while praising her for being such a good girl.
âThatâs very kind, but Iâm sure Iâll be fine,â you replied, not wanting to get into a strangers car.
âDonât be silly. Itâs no problem, I promise. A young girl like you shouldnât be out on the street alone at this time. Itâs dangerous, someone could hurt you,â the woman reasoned, and you thought for a moment before agreeing.Â
It did seem dangerous to walk home alone in the dark, and this woman was very kind. There was no way that she would hurt you.Â
âIf youâre certain that it wonât be a problemâŚâ you said, and you watched the woman shake her head.
âOf course not. Besides, Fanny would love the extra cuddles,â the woman explained, giving her dog, Fanny, a few scratches behind her ears.Â
You turned around, missing the sign the woman gave to the other people at the table. They got up, walking towards the door. The red headed woman stayed behind, telling the others she would be there soon.Â
She walked over to the counter, giving Fanny a few pets before pulling out her wallet.Â
âIâd like to pay for the whole table, please,â she told you as she grabbed her card. You nodded and typed in the amount on the device.
After paying, she thanked you and walked out of the cafe.
âIâm Yelena, by the way,â the blonde woman said as she waited for you to close everything up. âIâm y/n,â you told her, locking the register and walking out from behind the bar.
âThis way,â she said as she led the way out of the cafe, waiting for you to lock the door before opening the door of her car.Â
You were about to get in before Fanny jumped into the car before you, settling in the middle of the couch chair. Yelena drove a truck, so it was easy to fit three people on the chair. You got in after Fanny, sitting beside her and petting her head when she laid her head on your lap.
Yelena got into the drivers seat, closing the door and starting the car.
âHere, you must be thirsty after working for so long,â she said as she handed you a bottle of water.Â
âThank you,â you thanked her as you opened it, taking a few sips.
âWho was your sister?â you asked Yelena after a little while. She turned to you with a smile, rubbing Fannyâs fur.
âThe red head, Natasha. Sheâs my sister. The big guy, with the long beard, thatâs my dad, and the woman with dark brown hair is my mom,â Yelena explained, focusing back on the road. âThe cafe you work at is close to our work space, so we come there a lot, but weâve never been there together.â Â
âWhat kind of work do you do?â you asked her curiously.
âWe take care of business. Make sure people pay⌠taxes⌠that sort of stuff,â Yelena explained, although she weirdly paused before mentioning taxes. You nodded, focusing on the world outside.
After a few minutes of silence, you started to get a bit dizzy, grabbing onto the dashboard to steady yourself as black spots took over your vision.Â
âEverything alright?â Yelena asked, concern lacing her voice.
âJust a little dizzyâŚâ you explained, taking a few deep breaths in the hopes of clearing your vision.
âThat happens sometimes after doing a lot during the day, especially for girls your age. You should drink a bit more water and take a few deep breaths. Itâll pass,â Yelena told you, and you nodded as you gulped the leftover water in the waterbottle down.
You sat back, taking a few deep breaths and looking out the window, suddenly noticing the road you were at didnât look familiar.Â
âThis isnât my streetâŚ?â you asked Yelena, who merely shrugged.
âThere is construction that way, so I figured weâd avoid it,â she reasoned, turning on her turn signal and steering into another unfamiliar road.Â
You were about to protest, but the spots in your vision took over nearly everything, and you suddenly felt to dizzy to talk. You tried to say something, but you couldnât even remember what happened after as you lost consciousness completely.Â
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You groaned slightly when you woke up, the sun blinding your vision as you covered your eyes with your hands. You turned around in the bed, pulling the covers a little higher a closing you eyes again, fully prepared to go back to sleep.
Suddenly, you sat up in a fright, looking around the room and taking in you surroundings. You never got home lat night.Â
You donât remember anything past the points of being dizzy.Â
You threw the covers away, standing up from the bed, ignoring the slight dizziness as you walked over to the window. As soon as you pulled the curtains open, all you could see was snow. What the actual fuck. It never snowed where you were from.
You ran towards the door, surprised when it opened immediately.Â
You looked out into the hallway, making sure it was clear before you made your way downstairs. You could hear chatter coming from what you assumed was the living room, and so you tried to go around it, heading towards the front door, or atleast, what looked like the front door.
You almost thought you werenât spotted, until you heard a voice coming from the living room.
âIf youâre going outside, donât forget your boots and jacket. Winters are very cold around here.âÂ
You stopped dead in your tracks, frozen in place as the voice spoke so casual. If she knew you were leaving, why didnât she try to stop you? You hesitated a moment, unsure of what to do as you looked at the rack of shoes. Your shoes were there, together with a vast variety of boots.
âIf youâre hungry, there is also some breakfast,â the voice spoke again, and you took a deep breath before deciding to follow it.
You walked into the living room, seeing all five people sitting on a few couches.Â
The red headed woman, Natasha, was sitting at the edge of the couch with the brown haired woman beside her. Natasha was scrolling on her phone while the other woman was reading a book.Â
After they noticed you arrived in the living room, the woman put her book away.
âWhere am I?â you asked quietly, glancing over at Yelena who was watching something on the tv. You couldnât understand the language, and you figured it mustâve been something slavic.Â
âYouâre home,â the woman smiled softly, getting up from the couch and reaching for your hand.
âWe figured weâd let you sleep in, so I put some breakfast in the fridge for you,â she explained as she led you towards the kitchen, letting go of your hand and opening the fridge, pulling out a plate of waffles.Â
You went to sit down at the barstool, leaning on the kitchen island, debating on what to say next.Â
âWho are youâŚ?â you asked hesitantly, afraid to upset her.
âMy name is, Wanda, but you may call me mom, and Natasha is mama,â Wanda stated simply, squirting some whipped cream on the waffles before topping them off with some fresh fruit.
â... WhatâŚ?â
âI understand that it may be a bit confusing, but I promise you you will be happy here. We will make sure you will never have to worry about anything another day in your life,â Wanda explained, smiling as she put the plate of food in front of you.Â
âWhat about my parents?â you asked, and Wanda just smiled.
âYou donât have to worry about them hurting you ever again, I promise.âÂ
You nodded slightly, staring at the plate of waffles.Â
âSo you kidnapped me?âÂ
Wanda chuckled a bit, sitting down across from you and pouting you a glass of your favourite juice. âI guess you could call it that, although that is not our intention. We love you, and weâll show that to you,â she explained, putting the glass of juice down in front of you.Â
You hesitated before you felt your belly rumble in hunger, staring at the plate of waffles for only a second longer before you dug in, enjoying the amazing tasty treat.Â
âWhy me?â you asked after taking a breath, taking a sip from your juice and staring at Wanda.Â
âYou are special. You might not understand it, but you are special, and we love you. You are perfect,â Wanda explained, smiling as Natasha joined you in the kitchen.Â
âDonât worry about it too much, malysh. You will love it here, and you will have everything you could dream off,â she said, giving you a kiss on your forehead. She reached over to the cabinet, grabbing a glass and filling it with some juice as well.Â
âIf you want, I can take you outside later, or you could explore the house a little if thatâs what you prefer,â Natasha suggested, and you nodded.
âOkay,â you simply said, taking another bite of your waffles.
You were confused beyond comprehension, yet for some reason, you felt safe. You knew you were safe, and for the first time in your life, you felt content.Â
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Ooooooo
I have come, with something!
So, imagine reader is a young adult instead of the teen. They already gone through the system, was never adopted, so they have a lot of resentment to parents and such. And they actually work in the school as an assistant teacher. The team thing happens and when reader realizes they were being used, they quit, and after, cut out anything showing theyâre a mutant. Maybe filling the claws way down to look like normal nails, or if itâs like wolverineâs, they use a rock to break it.
How would everyone react to seeing reader after that, either fresh from their self mutilation, or some days after?
Thanks for reading my rant!
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Oooooo... Okay, okay, that's interesting! I still plan to have Reader as a teen in the main au, but Reader as a young adult? Not bad, if I say so. I'm going to count this as an au of the Smilodon AU, because I have an idea for how Reader finding all of this out goes, but... I really like this ask. So good job! Let's do it-
If the others, the X-Men and Brotherhood, saw Reader like that... I think they'd feel nauseous. Light-headed. Sick. Because their... whatever Reader is to them, is missing parts of their mutation, the parts that were part of them. Their claws... they're filed down, hardly there anymore.. Their fangs... not near as long or sharp as they used to be. And the small bits of fur or fluff that used to dot their arms and legs... they're gone, leaving the skin underneath. This isn't what they wanted. They wanted Reader as their, well... okay, they had used Reader. They didn't want to, in the end, and the teens wanted to stop it, but- They just couldn't. They tried. The adults... they feel remorse. A bit scared. Because now they know Reader can and will harm themself (and likely had before). When Xavier looks deeper into Reader's thoughts, he sees their inner-self, and it isn't a monster or a beast or an evil person... it's a scared, lonely, hurt child, who wants love, but has been denied it so long that they don't trust anyone. And after what all they've done... Reader doesn't even trust them anymore...
Xavier, Scott, and Jean would try to speak rationally with Reader (their version of rational). It goes out the window real quick when Reader's thoughts turn darker, sadder, spiraling. Scott wants to know why Reader did what they did, because he's sorry, and wants them to know they care. He wants them to see it their way. But he mostly wants to make things better between them. Jean wants to help Reader, and comfort them, but now there's a literal mental wall between them, full of bitterness. She wants to reach them,, to stop them from doing this to themself... Xavier wants to convince Reader they meant no harm, and to give them and the X-Men a proper chance to make it up to them. He knows that Reader will be hard to convince. But they have to hold out hope. If worse came to worse... they can try and move Reader in with them, albeit unwillingly. It might be the only way to keep an eye on them and their health...
Kurt, Kitty, Ororo, and Beast regret getting Reader's hopes up, only for the truth to come out about why they started trying to befriend them in the first place. Seeing Reader remove parts of their mutation, leaving them almost defenseless... Kurt feels scared. He has a visible mutation as well, and while he hid his with the holo watch, Reader didn't have something like that. And they got rid of parts of themself! It's... it's so hard to look at... Kitty wants to hug Reader, wants forgiveness. She's so sorry about what happened, she wants them to know that! But... why would Reader hurt themself? Are they hiding any other wounds? What If they hurt themself again?... Storm is doing her best to stay calm and motherly, which sadly doesn't get her very far. She knows they've hurt Reader, and it doesn't feel good, for Reader or for them. But they need to own up to it. The best they can do is apologize, and hope Reader forgives them, or at least doesn't hurt themself further. Perhaps getting Hank to talk with them would be better... Hank would try and help them, would try to talk with Reader. He wants to provide therapy, or at least get them to have a medical exam. He needs to know how bad they hurt themself. But they're not budging. He doesn't want Charles to force Reader. No. But if they want to help them, they need them under their care. And sadly, Reader does not want to be under their care or protection after everything...
Rogue, Evan, and Logan feel guilty. They know they didn't trust Reader at first. That they didn't want to give them the benefit of the doubt. But seeing how bad it's hurt them, that they'd rather hurt themself than them... It's a tough pill to swallow. Reader already had trust issues. They already didn't have a high opinion of themself. And they just made those a whole lot worse. Rogue is truly sorry, wanting to have Reader stay with them so they don't hurt themself or disappear. She's scared that if they look away from them, they'll be gone. That Reader will leave, or worse, be dead. Evan wants to apologize, but he also wants Reader to give them a second chance. Even his aunt is in on it, and maybe Reader would believe two of them over just one? He really wants them to not give up on them... Logan knows he hasn't handled knowing Reader very well. He knew about some of their past, and wrote them off as a bad influence. And they weren't. They're the cub of his "brother" (he doesn't know if that fuzzy maniac is his brother or not), but they've never even met the guy, let alone know who he was. It wasn't fair of him to get mad with them, to treat them as a potential threat. Seeing them harm themself though... It makes him realize that they had every chance to go after all of them, but instead they turned on themself. And for that... he realizes he shouldn't have been been hard. So cold.
The Brotherhood teens want to throw up. Their favorite assistant teacher, the one who tended to see the best in them, is missing parts of themself, or has cut them down. And it scares the cr*p out of them. This is their favorite teacher! Their go-to adult in school when things go wrong or people won't leave them alone! And they've. Hurt. Themself. They didn't want to use them! They swear! But... they're not sure this is an easy fix. This isn't as simple as saying sorry. This had consequences, and they've (mostly) learned that one has to own up to them, no matter what they be. Lance doesn't want to imagine Reader leaving them. They're the one adult he trusts. And now they're scared, or at least wary, of all of them. The X-Teens are in the same boat, so while he hates to say it, he might have to work with them to get Reader to stay, and hopefully heal and regrow their claws and fangs and fuzz. Todd feels sick. He didn't realize they could do that. They could actually remove parts of their mutation? Just like that? Thinking about it gives him shivers. Who would give their powers up? Who'd willingly hurt themself? He understands why they'd do it, he just wishes they hadn't. Fred wants to hug Reader and cry. His favorite adult (who's only a few years older than all of them) just hurt themself. And is upset with them. And is sad. He doesn't want them to be upset! Or hurt! He's trying to apologize, and is on the same boat as Lance to get the X-Teens help in apologizing, if it means Reader might forgive them. Pietro knows what they did. He knows it was wrong. Is he sorry?... Yes. But he still wants Reader with them. Seeing them they way they are... he still thinks they should be with them, even more now. They need help. His dad can get help, okay? H*ck, if they have to, they can pull Sabretooth in, okay?! He just... he doesn't want Reader to hurt themself even more. They're nice, and pay attention to him and his sister, good attention. How can they let them hurt? Wanda is asking Reader why they did it. She wants to know Reader's perspective on this, on why they did it, how they feel about them all. She doesn't want to hurt them, and she won't, but Reader needs help. She will not have her favorite adult die on her or hurt themself, so they'd better hurry up and go to her father or Xavier and get them involved, otherwise, they're going to have a problem. Mystique feels for Reader. Being distrusted by everyone. Having mutations that single them out. It hurts. It hurts her even more knowing she has hurt Reader with her actions. But this proves to her Reader needs a team. A group. She's grateful Reader hasn't taken their anger or hurt out on them, like their father might have. She knows they deserve it. But... she isn't sure if they should turn to... the X-Men... blegh... or to Magneto... who she's mad with... And unfortunately, those are her two options. The joys of being an adult, being responsible... Hopefully they can reach Reader before it could be too late...
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wanda: awww! aren't they so sweet tasha? such cute little cheeks! *squishing y/n's face*
nat: *laughs* yeah, they have such a baby face *boops their nose.*
y/n: breastfeed me then đ¤¨
nat: ...... *smirks*
wanda: i-
y/n: googoo gaga b!txh đ¤¨
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Starks ball
Pairings: Natasha Romanoff x Fem!Reader, Wanda Maximoff x Fem!Reader, Avengers x Fem!Reader, Platonic Peter Parker x Fem!Reader
Warnings: Stress, hunger, descriptions of female body, that's it I think?
Pt. 4 to my DIWK series
You stood frozen in the middle of the room, Wandaâs words echoing in your head. She knows⌠but what does she know?
The door clicked shut behind her, and you released a shaky breath, your heart hammering in your chest. You knew the risks when you were put on this mission, especially as a ânewâ Avenger. But Wanda? Wanda finding out? Thatâs something you hadnât prepared for. The mission was already complicated, but now there was more than just the Avengers at stakeâthere was Natasha. If Wanda told her or anyone else before you had a chance to explain, everything would come crashing down. Lives were at stake. Your life was at stake.
You ran a hand through your hair, pacing as your thoughts raced. Confronting Wanda now would only raise more suspicion. But the thought of Natasha lingered, her lips, her kiss, the way she looked at you with that rare softness. You shouldnât even be thinking about letting anyone inâthis mission wasnât about feelingsâbut here you were, caught between conflicting desires. Shit.
The next morning, a hard thud at your door jolted you awake. The clock read 5:30 a.m. Now who the fuâoh. Natasha stood waiting outside, her hair pulled back into a ponytail, dressed in a black zip-up and leggings. Meanwhile, your unruly hair curled every which way like a lionâs mane, your eyes heavy with sleep.
âHey, Nat. Whatâs wrong?â your voice came out raspy.
She smirked. âWhat, I need a reason now to knock on your door at 5:30 a.m.?â
âKinda, yeah.â
âWake your ass up, weâre going on a run.â
   A groan almost escaped you, but you swallowed it down. If Natasha wasnât so pretty, funny, and smartâand whatever, if she wasnât your friendâyou wouldâve said no. But instead, you forced a smile.
âI was thinking the same thing!â
A chuckle rumbled in her chest. âSure you were, Y/N. Sure.â
âI was! Iâm dead serious, yâknow.â You winked and started washing up.
Ten miles later, you collapsed on the grass, panting and regretting your early mornings decisions. "So, is this your idea of a hangoutâor torture?" you gasped, trying to regain your breath.
âThis is a rest day for me, sweetheart,â Natasha teased, lying beside you, her hands on her chest as she slowed her breathing.
âGood for you, asshole. Brunch?â
As the sun roasted you both, you noticed Natashaâs eyes flickering over you. Her gaze lingered on your bodyâyour curves, your strong arms, your legs. The way your chest rose and fell with a steady rhyth,, the glistening of sweat on your breasts- she quickly turned away, mentally scolding herself. No better than a man.
Earlier, during the run, sheâd run out of water, and you hadnât hesitated to share yours. There was something unexpectedly sweet about that, and it caught her off guard. As she looked back at you now, Natasha realized how easy it was to talk to you, how natural everything felt when it was just the two of you.
Together, the two of you were refreshing. Conversation flowed easily, and if you werenât careful, hours would pass by without notice. The food grew cold from how little either of you ate, too busy laughing, teasing, and genuinely listening. It wasnât just casual banter, eitherâNatasha let herself be semi-vulnerable in those rare moments.
Later that night, after a quick shower, you were just about to figure out what to eat for a late dinner when the door to your bedroom beeped. Your heart leapt in your chest, half-expecting Wanda. But when the door slid open, it was Natasha. She leaned against the frame, arms crossed, her eyes searching your face.
âBusy?â she asked, her voice calm, but the tension between you was unmistakable.
You forced a smile, though it didnât reach your eyes. âAlways.â
Natasha stepped into the room, the space between you disappearing as her fingers brushed your arm. The air around you shifted. Her touch grounded you, but it also pulled you deeper into the mess you were in.
âIâve been thinkingâŚâ she trailed off, her voice quieter now, her walls lowering.
Your pulse quickened. âYeah?â
Natashaâs usual steel gaze softened, and there was no hint of a joke in her eyes this time. âAbout how stupid this is. Letting this happen.â
Your heart sank. âYou think this is stupid?â
She frowned slightly, stepping back just enough to create space. âNo. I meanâŚyes. Actually, yeah. Look at us.We know better. With everything going on. The missions, the risks. We both know what this kind of thing leads to. Itâs too complicated.â
You wanted to reassure her, to tell her that whatever this was between you wasnât a mistake. That you were more than friendsâŚomething in-between. But the secret you were carrying tightened in your chest, choking the words. âNat, I⌠thereâs something I need toââ
Before you could finish, alarms blared throughout the compound, red lights flashing in sync with the shrill warning. Natashaâs posture instantly shifted back into mission mode, her eyes darting to the ceiling.
âGuess weâll have to table that for now,â she muttered, pulling away. âWeâll pick this up later.â
You nodded, but the weight in your chest told you âlaterâ might never come.
The Quinjet hummed as you stepped onto the launch pad, where Tony, Steve, and Clint were already preparing to gear up. You tried to shake off the tension, the ache in your chest, but it stayed with you. Natasha caught your eye for a split second, then turned to Steve.
âA mission this late?â you asked. âWhatâs going on?â
âSorry, Y/N,â Steve said as he strapped on his shield. âWe only need Nat on this one. Fury said he needs you on his level.â
Oh? âYeah, sure. Good luck.â
    The elevator ride to Furyâs office felt endless, every floor an opportunity to dwell on how complicated things had become. The familiar ding finally broke your thoughts, and you stepped into the stark, empty office. Fury was already seated, his legs propped on the desk, twirling a butterfly knife between his fingers. His face unreadable, as usual.
âFury.â
âL/N. Sit.â The leather crunched awkwardly beneath you as you sat, the musky scent of his cologne filling the air and already giving you a headache.
âWhat about âinconspicuous presenceâ did you not understand?â Fury asked, his voice sharp.
âCome agaââ Before you could finish, Fury slid three photos across the desk. You and Natasha, laughing over breakfast hours earlier.
Oh.
âYou donât think HYDRA agents eat breakfast? You donât think they spend time in the city? You were out in public with Natasha.â
âIâm sorry, I didnât thinkââ
Furyâs booming voice cut you off again. âWhat the hell were you thinking, Agent? One slip-up, and the whole operation goes up in smoke. All for some damn eggs and bacon?â
   The room fell quiet. A part of you wanted to laugh, maybe out of nerves. But Furyâs sigh across the desk was heavy, frustrated.
âThis is getting too complicated. And I have more at stake now than I did before... things have changed. In the months Iâve been at HYDRA, Iâve only given them three useful pieces of intel. Theyâre getting suspicious, Fury. And impatient. You know that.â
He was silent.Â
You continued, âAnd Iâm trying to log into their data network, find their other bases but they always have someone in there with me- watching. Itâs like they knowâŚâ
    Fury sat up, his gaze locking onto yours. âAre you telling me you canât handle this? This is your operation, I recruited you specifically for this. Youâve fed us valuable intelâŚmaybe even the most weâve been able to get from the inside thus far. Hold out a little longer. Iâll send you another file to pass offâsomething useless.â
You swallowed hard and cleared your throat. âI wonât let you down.â
As you turned to leave, Furyâs voice followed you. âAnd Agent?â
You craned your neck around, one foot out the door, âYea, boss?â
âKeep those eyes open.â
   You nodded on your way out, and the weight in your chest grew heavier. That insistent, intimidating Mr. Clean look-alike always knew how to push the right buttons. He knew you loved being an agent, loved SHIELD, loved the Avengers- this oddball family of heroes. The day he walked into your training grounds, dodging the blows and kicks all around him to get to where you were- knife throwing station- and handed you a sealed black envelope was a memory like no other. Being asked to join the Avengers had been an honor you didnât see coming, but now, more than ever, you wondered how long you could keep this going.
   That night, after washing up and doing your skincare, you heard a knock at your door. When you opened it, Wanda stood there, dressed in a black hoodie and grey sweats, her eyes cast downward.
âNo oneâs here, and I need help with my hair for tomorrow⌠I heard you were good at braiding.â
You forgot the Stark ball was tomorrow. You gestured for her to sit on the bed, positioning yourself behind her. âMind if I brush through your waves first?â
Wordlessly, Wanda levitated the brush over to you, setting it in your lap. As the brush found its rhythm, the tension between you began to ease. The silence, once unbearable, became perfect. Fifteen minutes in, Wandaâs head began to dip, her body relaxing. Eventually, she drifted off to sleep, her breathing soft and even.
You smirked to yourself. Not how I thought tonight would go.
You finished braiding her hair gently, watching as she snuggled into your bed. With a sigh, you grabbed a few pillows and a blanket and settled down on the floor. Great for your back, really.
When Wanda woke up the next morning, confusion clouded her brain until she remembered last night. She looked over at you, a small lump curled up under blankets on the floor. With a gentle flick of her wrist, she dropped the hairbrush onto you.
âOw! What was that for?â you blinked the sleep out of your eyes, stretching out your stiff back.
âWhat happened last night?â she asked, sitting up in bed.
âYou fell asleep, so I braided your hair. Then I slept on the floor.â
âAnd you slept on the floor becauseâŚ?â
âI wanted you to be comfortable.â
Wanda frowned, but something in her softened. She quickly masked it, crossing her arms. âWell, you shouldnât have done that. Itâs your bed. Next time, just kick me out.â
âNext time?â You raised an eyebrow, peering up at her with a teasing grin.
âShut up.â
âNo can do. My room, my rules.â
Wanda hated how nonchalant you could beâso guarded, yet so soft when you wanted to be. And that contradiction? It was driving her insane.
The day of the Stark ball, the tower transformed into a dazzling, jazz-filled event. You slipped into a navy-blue silk dress, applied just the right amount of makeup, and made your way downstairs to join the rest of the Avengers.
It felt like hours of shaking hands and exchanging pleasantries with strangers, but eventually, you found yourself leaning against the cool marble surface of the bar counter, sipping on a cocktail when you heard the familiar click of heels.
âThat you, Tasha?â you asked without turning around.
âSpot on,â Natasha said, her voice warm, as she approached. When you turned to face her, you were struck by how stunning she looked. Her hair was curled to perfection, dark red lips giving her a sultry pout. The pout you so desperately wanted to kiss again.
Her hand grazed your hip as she pulled you in a little closer. âYou look nice.â
You didnât realize Wanda was watching from across the room, her grip tightening on her champagne flute. You tried to shake off the heat rising in your chest.
âI know,â you said, your voice cool, though your pulse quickened. Natasha smirked, her fingers lingering. If you wanted her to stop, you wouldâve pulled away by now.
âDonât be sore with me, honey.â
âWhy would I be sore with you, Romanoff? Weâre friends after all.â But the tension was thick between you.
âFriends? Maybe itâs a little more complicated than that,â Natasha whispered, her breath warm against your neck. There was a slight push in her tone.
âMaybe. But you donât like complicated.â
âSays who?â
âSays you, earlier,â you teased, gently moving her hands away before walking off. Natasha watched you closely, biting the inside of her cheek as she watched you walk away, ever so non-chalant.
Later, you found a quiet corner to sit in, trying to collect your thoughts when Wanda appeared. She swayed her hips a little as she approachedâunconscious, but it caught your eye.
âL/N,â she said, sitting down beside you. âI just wanted to say thanks.â
âFor?â
âLetting me sleep. You shouldâve kicked me out.â
âWhy would I do that? When someoneâs tired, let them sleep.â
Wanda narrowed her eyes at you, skeptical. âYou looked like a dejected puppy.â
You smirked, taking a sip of your martini.
For the rest of the night, the two of you sat in comfortable silence, exchanging small quips and people-watching. Wandaâs eyes occasionally flickered to you, admiring the way your dress fell gracefully over your body. You were still a bit of an enigma to her, but that curiosity had slowly shifted into something more. You were a bit annoying, but she was starting to not mind it so much. And you were starting not to mind her attitude.
The next afternoon, while nursing a mild hangover, you lay on the couch in the common room, sipping water when Peter flopped down next to you, looking half-dead.
âYou and me both, kid,â you groaned.
He didnât respond, too drained to talk. You nudged his shoulder. âWhatâs up?â
âMidterms. Been studying for weeks. Canât sleep.â
âSo why are you here and not at home?â
âI needed a change of pace. Plus, May has a date⌠I didnât want to be around for that.â
You chuckled and dragged yourself up from the couch, heading toward the kitchen. âHungry?â
âI could eat,â Peter mumbled.
As you started making tomato soup and grilled cheese, you caught him peeking over your shoulder, curious but awkward. âPeter, if youâre that interested, why donât you help me?â
He joined you, and the two of you made a mess of the kitchen. Watching Peter struggle to cut tomatoes was endearing, and you were reminded of someone special.
âYou know who you remind me of right now?â you said, a small smile playing on your lips.
âUhâa kid who canât cut tomatoes?â
âNo, dumbass. You remind me of my sister.â
âOlder or younger?â
âYounger. By now, she wouldâve been your age.â
âWouldâve been?â
You opened your mouth to explain, but before you could speak, a sneeze echoed from the hallway. You recognized it immediately.
âYou can come out now, Wands. I know that sneeze.â
Wanda sheepishly stepped into view, a flush on her cheeks. âWhatâre you two up to?â
âLunch. Want some?â you asked, feeling a sudden urge to impress her with your cooking. As she tasted the soup, you watched her intently.
Wanda moaned softly at the taste, and your heart skipped a beat. âThis is amazing.â
You beamed. âMy very own recipe.â Maybe everything wasn't so bad after all.
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I miss when the Avengers hung out, Thor ate Poptarts, Loki moved in, Natasha did Ballet, Clint was in the vents, Steve couldn't cook and was drawing, Bucky and Sam were bickering, Tony and Bruce were in the lab, Wanda cooking, going to school with Peter.
âŚit was never real but I miss it.
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