#where are the blackhill people???

[benjinoff13]

it’s missing blackhill hours

[avesnongrata]

10 years ago today, we hit 'post' on ao3 and began sharing this story with the world. We had no idea where it would go - we were nowhere near finished writing it - but we knew we were having a blast with these characters, and we hoped there were people out there who would enjoy reading them almost as much.

To say that the reception this fic has gotten has exceeded my wildest dreams is such an understatement. 10 years later, it still blows my mind that something I helped write reached SO many people all over the world (some of whom became my closest and dearest friends!) Blackhill fans are the most supportive, creative, and fun bunch I've ever had the pleasure of interacting with. You all have my love and gratitude forever.

Happy 10 years, Gone to the Dogs!

(do you have any gum?)

♡ aves

[writerslittlelibrary]

We can be your family

masterlist part 2

summary: having been in the foster system all your life, you don't expect much when your case worker tells you you're being moved again. what happens when the car suddenly stops in the most expensive neighborhood in all of New York…

pairing: Natasha x teen reader, Maria x teen reader, Blackhill

warnings: mentions of abusive foster families, vague mention of sexual assault 

genre: fluff

words: 3542

a/n: this one was voted for the most, and I'm so happy it was. I was super excited to write this and I love the idea of foster parents Blackhill so much, I think they're adorable. I hope you like it and please let me know what you think and whether you'd want more foster family Blackhill :) 

maybe I’ll make this a two parter or a series, seeing as I found this already pretty long but I do want to write more about it

You do not have my permission to repost, copy or translate my work

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It was late when the car came to a stop. It had been two days ago when you were told you were going to have a new foster family. You had been moving around all your life, having been left at the door of a police station merely days after you were born. You had never met your parents, and you were put into the foster system almost immediately. 

No one had ever adopted you, which unfortunately for you meant that you were still going from foster family to foster family, sometimes even group homes when there were no foster families available. 

In your life, you had learned it was best never to connect with your foster families. Usually, it didn't take very long until you were off to the next one anyway.

And so, two days ago when the service worker called, you had started mentally preparing for the next mess you were going to be thrown into. You had learned that most foster families were only in it for the money, and that was often very noticable, ever after the first day you'd be there. Often, they didn't care much for you, which was fine. You were perfectly capable of taking care of yourself. It was the times they did care for you when you had to be careful.

When they did care, they'd usually have a long list of ridiculous rules, all of which you had to follow. When you failed to follow their ridiculous rules, there'd usually be some type of insane punishment, which more often than not ended up with you hurt, usually because you'd take a beating.

You were a little nervous to meet a new foster family, worried they'd be another collection of horrible people that called themselves a family, yet, you weren't quite fond of the family you were with now, so you didn't care much.

For now, you'd simply hold on to the hope that this new foster family would be better than the old one. 

When your case worker came, you'd already packed. Seeing as you had never owned a lot of objects, you were done rather quickly. All your stuff easily fit in one trash bag, your valuable objects, such as your beloved stuffed bunny and your favorite book were all put in your school bag.

When you had gotten into the car, you definitely didn't expect much, but when the car drove through one of the most expensive neighborhoods in New York, you were definitely surprised that that is where the car stopped. 

Either your case worker was gonna leave you at the dumpster, or your new foster family is rich rich. 

Alice opened the door for you with a smile, and she got your (trash) bag from the trunk. You held onto your school bag tightly as Alice walked inside the huge apartment building, you following closely behind. When you were both inside, Alice walked to the large reception desk at the left side of the lobby. A man dressed in a neat suit sat behind it.

You had never ever been in an apartment complex fancy or rich enough to have a security guard in the lobby. 

You were standing next to Alice as she told the security guard you were there for a Miss Romanoff and a Miss Hill. You were looking around the large and beautiful (and extremely fancy) lobby, too busy to even notice Alice mention two women.

The man typed some numbers on some device, then pointed Alice towards the elevator. Alice walked towards it, and you followed suit, too nervous to even spare a glance towards the security guard. 

Even the elevator looked fancy, and to say you were surprised when Alice pressed the penthouse button would be an understatement. 

When the elevator made it all the way to the top, Alice let you walk out first. There was only one door in front of the elevator, and you figured the penthouse was the only residence on the floor. You turned to Alice, who stood there waiting for you to knock on the door. You took a deep breath and took a few steps forward, pressing the fancy looking doorbell. How rich were these people if they even had a fancy looking doorbell?

The door opened soon enough, a brunette standing in the door frame with a smile on her face. She looked nice, but in your many years of experience you had learned that looks could be very deceiving. 

“You must be y/n,” she said as she looked at you, and you were too nervous to do anything but nod. She gave you a kind smile before shifting her gaze to Alice, glancing at the trash bag with concern. Alice took a step forward, extending her hand to the woman. 

“You must be Miss Hill. I'm Alice, we spoke on the phone,” she mentioned as she shook the hand of Miss Hill. “I am indeed, I'm so glad you could make it.”

Miss Hill stepped aside, allowing you to look into the penthouse. 

“Please come in, my girlfriend will join us shortly,” she said, and you took small steps into the apartment. Girlfriend? You could've known. She looked too well dressed to be straight…

Alice followed you inside, and stood awkwardly in the little hallway as Miss Hill closed the door. She walked in front of you and went to the right, walking into an expensive looking kitchen. It had a kitchen island, and around it were a few high stools. 

“You can sit down right here if you want. Would you like anything to drink?” Miss Hill asked, and you just shook your head. She then turned to Alice, who also shook her head with a smile. “No thank you, I'll be going shortly,” she stated as she set the trash bag next to the kitchen island, reaching into her own shoulder bag for a few papers.

She pulled out a map with documents, just as another woman joined you. “Oh, Miss Romanoff, so glad I got to see you too,” Alice stated as Miss Romanoff walked towards her, shaking her hand with a small but pleasant smile.

Miss Romanoff went to stand next to Miss Hill, both standing across from you as Alice handed the map to Miss Romanoff.

“Here are the last documents, and I will be going then. If you have any questions don't hesitate to let me know, my number is somewhere in there. Of course there will be some surprise inspections, and if you would like to get rid of the child please contact the number at the bottom,” Alice stated, and you grimaced at the words she used. 

Natasha was uncomfortable with the use of words as well, but you missed the worried glance she sent you and she took the documents from Alice. 

You just kept your gaze on your hands, picking at the skin around your fingers as Miss Hill walked Alice out. When she returned, she took a seat, Miss Romanoff now sitting as well. 

“So, y/n, I am Natasha, and this here is my girlfriend Maria. It is so nice to meet you,” Natasha smiled, but you kept your gaze on your hands. When Natasha noticed you weren't going to reply, she continued speaking. “I know this must be very scary for you, but I just want you to know it's a little scary for us as well. This is our first time fostering anyone, so if we make any mistakes you just let us know okay?” Natasha asked, and you just nodded your head.

“So where are all your bags? Is someone bringing them over later or?...” Maria asked, and you glanced at her slightly before pointing towards the trash bag. “Those are my clothes…” you said in a quiet voice, and it took everything in Natasha to not say how ridiculous that was.

“Okay, we'll just have to get you a proper bag then, huh?” Maria said kindly,  before standing up. “Would you like to see your room?” Maria then asked, and you nodded as you stood up too, going to grab the trash bag. “It's okay, I got it,” Natasha mentioned as she bent down, picking it up. “It's just this way,” Maria said as she led you through a hallway. 

She opened a door that carried an empty name plate, pushing it open and standing aside. 

“We didn't really know what you liked, but we tried our best. If you would like to change anything, maybe paint a wall or get some decorations you just let us know okay?” Natasha said, and you nodded as you put your school bag down by the bed, sitting on it. 

“All this is for me?” you asked as you looked around the room, taking in all the objects already in it. The desk and cabinets were empty, so were the walls, but the room was massive. 

Natasha nodded with a smile, walking into the room and turning to the door on the right. She opened it and stepped aside. “This is your bathroom, and right there is the closet,” she said as she pointed to another door next to the bathroom. 

“I have my own bathroom?” you questioned in disbelief, and Natasha nodded with a smile. 

“There is another closet right here,” she said as she opened another door, a small, undeep closet revealing itself. At the door hung a mat with little pockets, all filled with different snacks and treats. 

“We didn't really know what you liked, so we just bought a little bit of everything. These are all yours and you can eat them whenever you like. If anything ever runs out or if you would like some other snack or treats, just let us know and we can get it for you,” she explained, and you nodded with a small smile as you stared at all the treats and snacks.

You had never really gotten any treats or snacks, and you didn't exactly have your own money to buy it. 

Maria stayed at the door, wanting to give you your space while getting used to the new environment. “We'll just go and get started with dinner, so we'll leave you to settle in a little bit. Is there anything specific you'd like to eat? We can always order something, I'm never one to skip a good take-out meal,” Maria smiled, and Natasha walked to her side. 

You shrugged, not really knowing what to say. 

“We could order pizza? Or maybe sushi? Anything is okay,” Natasha pushed when she realized you weren't going to say anything yourself. 

“Pizza?” you asked quietly, and Natasha smiled and nodded. “Pizza it is. Do you want a specific one?” Natasha asked as she pulled out her phone, and you shook your head softly. 

“Just a margarita pizza please?” you asked, and Natasha nodded.

“We'll just be in the kitchen if you need us,” Maria told you, and she and Natasha left the room, closing the door behind them. 

You dumped your clothes on the bed, throwing the trash bag aside and going through them. Most of them were old and worn, but they still fit so no one ever decided you needed new clothes. After you folded them all neatly you walked to the closet, surprised at how big it was. Your clothes didn't even fill 10% of the closet, and you wondered if rich people really needed that many clothes.

Natasha and Maria seemed like really nice people, and even though you'd never admit it, you were excited you got to be with them. 

Of course you'd never trust some so fast, but until now they seemed nice and decent. The closet full of snacks definitely made you like them a little more, but you were still hesitant. You'd been in other families where they seemed nice at first, but the moment you'd make a mistake they'd beat you. You shuddered at the thoughts, grabbing a little bag of your favorite candy you found in the closet. 

You sat on the bed and took out your stuffed bunny, sitting against the headboard and holding the bunny close. 

You were scared and intimidated at this new place, but you were also happy you weren't at the other home anymore. Until now, this place seemed like a much better home to be.

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After dinner, where you had mainly kept quiet and tried to avoid the questions they asked you, you went to your room and went straight into your bed. 

You didn't sleep the entire night. You didn't know these people, and you were afraid they'd come into your room and hurt you. That happened once, in a foster family you had about a year ago. The foster father had gone into your room and he had touched you, hurting you more than you ever thought was possible.

Since that foster home, you'd always stay awake the first night, wanting to be ready if one of the foster parents did come into your room.

Of course, tonight, nothing happened. Natasha and Maria had gone to bed shortly after you had, and the entire apartment was quiet. When the sun rose the next morning, you knew you had to ask either Natasha or Maria for some electronic device.

You didn't have a phone or computer, but you were homeschooled and followed an online program. With all the moving around and switching homes, it was always difficult to find a high school you could consistently go to. And so, you had gotten an online course and some data to login. However, you'd need an electronic device for that, and you didn't have that. 

When you walked into the kitchen around 8 am, Natasha and Maria were already awake. Maria was sitting at the kitchen counter, doing something on her laptop as she ate some toasts. Natasha was scrambling some eggs at the stove.

When Maria noticed you, she smiled and closed her laptop. "Good morning. How'd you sleep?” she asked and you shrugged. “Fine,” you said even though you knew damn well you hadn't slept at all. 

“How do you like your eggs?” Natasha then asked, turning to you shortly before focusing on the eggs in the pan again. 

“Scrambled is good,” you said as you sat down at the counter as well, preparing yourself to ask your question. After you took a deep breath and Natasha put some toast with eggs in front of you, you looked up, not really facing anyone but the counter top.

“So I was wondering…” you started carefully, and both Maria and Natasha looked at you as they waited for you to continue.

“I am doing online school, and I was just wondering if there is maybe an electronic device I could use? I don't have a phone or anything, but I do kinda need it…” you finished, your eyes darting around to Natasha, Maria and then back to the counter top again. 

“Of course. We can do some shopping today, to get you some essentials,” Maria said as she got up, opening the fridge and grabbing some orange juice.

Your eyes widened slightly. They couldn't possibly mean they'd buy you a phone, could they? 

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After breakfast you, Maria and Natasha had gotten into their car. Their very expensive, very beautiful car. Natasha drove as Maria sat next to her. After about half an hour's drive, you arrived at a mall, and Maria opened the door for you. You thanked her and got out, following Natasha and Maria as they walked inside. 

Once inside, the first place they headed for was an apple store. You were shocked to say the least, really hoping they weren't going to spend so much money on you. 

When you entered the store, a worker came towards you three, asking if you needed help. Natasha said yes and asked him for the best phone they offered. 

The worker led you there, and Natasha thanked him as she picked it up, examining it. You stared at the phone wide-eyed, but more so at the price. That phone was higher than 1.500 euros, and you didn't believe they'd actually buy that for you.

“Well, it looks great, what color would you like?” Natasha smiled as she went to pick up a box from the shelf. 

You shook your head in shock, not believing they'd buy something like that for you. “I meant… like a device you have… that I could use… I didn't mean…” you stuttered out, and Natasha smiled as Maria laid a reassuring hand on your shoulder.

“Listen, sweetie, we just wanna get you everything you need. I promise you that we want to do this, okay? And you don't have to feel guilty that we're spending money on you, because we want to,” she told you.

Natasha looked at you too, smiling reassuringly. “We have plenty of money, and we can buy this for you easily. I promise you,” she explained.

“Okay…” you said quietly, still a bit unsure. 

Natasha smiled and walked towards the phone cases, Maria, with her hand still on your shoulder followed her. “You can pick out any case you like,” Natasha explained, and you nodded as you picked out a clear case. Natasha smiled as she took it from you, putting it in her basket. Why did she need a basket? 

After picking out the phone case, Natasha walked towards the ipads, looking over them and settling on the most expensive one, convinced that that would be the best. 

You were about to protest, but before you could even open your mouth, Natasha turned to you. “You can't possibly do online school on a phone now, can you?”

“I really don't want you to spend so much money on me…” you told her, and she smiled at you before picking up the same color ipad the phone was. Then she turned to you, putting her hand on your shoulder. 

“We want to get you whatever you need, and the money is not an issue for us, I promise you. Please let us get you what you need,” Natasha told you, and you simply nodded. 

Natasha smiled and made you pick out a case, putting a keyboard case in her basket as well, claiming it was so you could use the ipad for school. You insisted you didn't need it, but Natasha just said they'd buy it just in case then. 

After the most expensive trip to a store you had ever taken, resulting in an iphone, an ipad and airpods you really didn't expect them asking if you were okay to go to another store.

You said you were fine, and so you walked into another store where Natasha and Maria got you all kinds of things. All things for your bedroom, either to decorate or use. They had told you to pick out whatever you wanted, and after a lot of reassurance you had picked out several books, notebooks, some pens, markers and pencils, and some other stuff you liked.

They also let you pick out new covers for your bed, and after you told them you were fine with the cover that was on now, they told you that was one of their covers so you could pick some new ones out. 

The cover currently on your bed was a new one Natasha and Maria had bought especially for your arrival, but you didn't need to know that. They wanted you to pick something you liked, and soon enough you left the store with some pillows, stuffed animals and new covers.

Everytime you came out of a store, you three had to take a trip to the car to dump the stuff you bought before you could continue your shopping spree, but at the end of the day you really had fun.

You felt a little bad that they spent so much money on you, but with their constant reassurance that they wanted to do it and that they had plenty of money, you felt a little better about it.

After you had gotten back home, Natasha and Maria both helped you put all your new stuff away, and you think you thanked them at least a thousand times for everything they bought you. After everything was put away, you went to the kitchen, sitting on the stool as the apple store bag was still on the counter. 

Maria started dinner as Natasha sat down with you.

You opened the bag and took out the iphone first, opening it carefully and setting it up. Natasha helped unpack the case and handed it to you when you had set the iphone up. 

You couldn't help but smile at your very first phone. You weren't old or anything, but you were definitely at an age where it was odd you still didn't have a phone. When you unpacked the ipad it was the same. You unpacked it and set it up, while Natasha took the cases out of the packaging and handed them to you. 

After everything was taken care of, you thanked them once again, and they once again told you it was their absolute pleasure. 

Maybe this foster home would be different…

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[a-spes]

I litteraly can't stop thinking about this post from @whumped-by-glitter ~ Like, can we (please) take a minute to think about how perfect it's for Wandanat or BlackHill x young!R where they take her out of the Red Room?? | Warnings & Tags : messy blurb? (imagine? idk, just wanting to share my thoughts, and couldn't stop writing), mainly BlackHill, mentions of the Red Room/past abuses, no idea if that makes sense. Imagine, teen or young adult R that fails a mission, and is captured by SHIELD/The Avengers. R isn't really cooperative, even if she is not under mind control anymore, she firmly believes that. However, Nat just can't accept the idea of leaving her rotting in a cell for the rest of her life for something that isn't really her fault. Despite what R can say, Natasha wants to believe that it's not true, and that she will be able to show her that life is way more than the Red Room.

But it's not that easy. Nat more than anyone else knows that you don't come back from the Red Room that easily, and she can only assumes that it would be worst for someone that went under mind control. And she was right. At first, she tried to introduce you to how life outside is, how sweet it could be, but she quickly noticed that it didn't work. Whenever she asks you a question about what you would like, she gets no answer. If she doesn't tell you to eat or to go somewhere, you don't do it. The amount of time you didn't followed her or talked because she didn't especially told you to do so is insane, especially in the beginning. So she decides to do what she thinks it's best, even if she hates it: giving you order, being stern with you, offering you a place you know, where you feel safe (no matter how sick it's) because you can predict it, a space where you'll be fine as long as you do as your ask. The world is a big and scary place in which to evolve in, especially when you don't have the keys to understand it - what you do something you're not supposed to, and you're punished for that? R will eventually come here, but it'll definitely takes a lot of time.

But obvsiouly Nat' is hating herself for that. She knows she has to do it, for you, but it doesn't make it easier. She does it because she believes it will help you to feel better, and because if you're under her orders, they have less reasons to be worried that you would attend something under Dreykov's name (or try to go back to him). She feels guilty, and old thoughts about her not being better than the man that made them are coming back. But Maria/Wands are here to help their wife <3

AND SO, here is how I see things if it's WandaNat we're talking about - I picture Wands as the soft mom she is shown as in Wandavision, and she would definitely not appreciate Nat's methods. She trusts her wife, she knows that she has her reasons, and it must be the best way to help you, but she still doesn't like it. She hates the way you always look down, the way you would do everything her wife is asking without thinking twice about it, and most of it, she hates when you're calling Nat' "ma'am" or something else of that kind. She hates even more than her wife isn't saying anything. She didn't know you for long, but she already loves you as her own, and it pains her when you reject her. Sometimes, she and Nat would argue about the whole situation (and those arguments would definitely go too far).

BUT imagine if it's BlackHill?? Even better in my opinion, and definitely can't stop thinking about it ~ Because, unlike Wanda, Maria is directly concerned. She read your file, she saw footages of you killing dozens of people, she tracked you, lost men in the process, and she saw how you didn't seem to regret anything when she questioned you. So Maria has every reasons to be worried, especially for her wife's security (physically and mentally). What if it's just a part of a biggest plan to attempt to kill the redhead? Or worst, to take her back there? I can easily Maria being upset, and taking it out on the other recruit she is training (poor them), not daring to do much more than glaring at you, knowing her wife wouldn't appreciate. And even if she doesn't appreciate R, she trusts and love her wife, so she lets her do her thing. But she is always somewhere looking at you with a stern face, waiting for the moment you would make a mistake to step-in. But you never really make a mistake, always following Nat's orders at the perfection, which is kinda frustrating because then she has no reason to get rid of you. Except if one day R's misunderstood one of Nat's orders, which lead to a heavy situation <3 It's honestly the only situation I imagine leading to an argument between Maria & Nat. Like, maybe you hurt someone or stole something or idk, thinking you did good, and they would be proud, but when you come in the room they're just looking at you with that shocked face. But you did what you had to, no? That's exactly what you were asked to do, so why are they angry? AND IMAGINE THE ANGST FROM NOW. R's confusion, Nat' desesperatly trying to find a solution, trying to convince Maria that it was just a mistake (that was her fault because she is the one that wasn't careful with her words) but she doesn't change her mind. Pulling the "what if it happens again?" and "I am your superior, you don't get to discuss my order" cards, knowing that it would pain Nat', but she has to do it in order to keep her safe. Bonus point if Nat turns to Fury, trying to convince him as she knows her wife won't change her mind, but he doesn't say much, just agreeing with her agent, mumbling a simple "sorry" Nat doesn't want to hear. Obviously, it would eventually

AND (because there is more), I also can't stop thinking about that comment from @light-me-on-pyre ;

Like, I can easily imagine R hating Nat'. It would make so much sense because she grew up in a place where Nat' was pictured as the enemy, the one that betrayed "the ones that gave everything to her". But it wouldn't be the exact reason why R is hating Nat'. I mean, right, she hates her because she left, but mainly because of the consequences it had for the ones that came after - the worsened conditions, the mind control, etc - and how she succeed what's supposed to be impossible: leaving the Red Room. Not only physically, but mentally. Imagine R seeing Nat' on the news when she is on a mission or seeing her interacting with Maria/the Avengers, witnessing Nat' being happy. It's something she was told she doesn't deserve/will never have from a young age, so why would Nat' have the right to be happy when so many didn't? It was so much easier to hate on Nat' than on Dreykov all these years because she wasn't here, and no one would blame her to do so. But now? It's easier to continue hating Nat', for R to convince herself that the redhead is bad despite the appearances because it's easier than admitting that her whole life is a lie (kinda). And the fact that Nat' has to take the "bad guy" role in order to help R only makes things easier because, in the end, she is not different from the others, right? And so, as Nat' can't provide R the comfort she needs, it's all on Maria (at least for the beginning) who doesn't have a choice. But we all know that despite her cold demeanour, she is all soft, she is just scared for the ones she loves <3 Which includes Nat', because she saw how her wife is affected by your arrival. First, she has nightmares again because, with you, inevitably came back old memories and traumas. Then, Maria can see how her wife is so invested in your case that she barely sleep/eat/ (which is one of the reasons why she doesn't really appreciate R ...). But also, what would happen if they can't save you?

Bonus point if things get better but something happen, and everything get worse again, throwing away all these months of progress. But what if they don't have the patience to start all over again?

It's definitely (one of) my favorite trope because the amount of angst/comfort it holds is insane, and I am going crazy about it (you can tell by the lenght of that post that was supposed to be a few lines ...). Do I want to write something like that when I already have too many WIPs? Yes. Will I do it? I don't know, but I'll definitely be thinking about it 24/24 & 7/7.

[upat4amwiththemoon]

A possible mom's!Blackhill prompt

The reader has been secretly dating and doing vigilante work with Kate. Maria and Nat only think about she's sneaking out to see Kate. Because of that when she sneaks back into her room one night kind of beaten up they patch her up while lecturing her about dating and being safe while doing vigilante work.

Vigilante shit

Summary: Sneaking out to make out and beat bad people up.

Pairing: BlackHill x daughter!reader, Kate Bishop x female!reader

Warnings: cursing

Word count: 1154

a/n: BlackHill moms woo!

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

masterlists | guidelines

All parts: part 1, part 2

“My moms will kill me when they see all these bruises.” Y/N mumbles, studying her face from Kate’s car’s rear view mirror. She has cuts on her cheek and lip, and a clear black eye. Make up won’t hide these easily.

Kate cringes as she drives the car. “I’m sorry I pulled you into this.”

“It’s not your fault,” sighing, Y/N slumps to the passenger seat, “I wanted to do this with you.”

“Do you want me to come with you? I could clean your cuts.”

“As much as I’d love that, you know my mom would throw a fit if they saw you sneaking into my room, I haven’t told them we’re together yet.”

The car turns to Y/N’s home street. Kate bites her cheek, glancing at Y/N quickly. She knows she’s right. They don’t want to be seen together, especially now that Y/N is so clearly hurt. Her moms are incredibly protective. Daring in secret is one thing, but fighting against bad guys is a totally different thing. It’s something her moms disapprove of, knowing and having seen the danger in it.

Kate stops the car few houses away from Y/N’s. Natasha and Maria are both light sleepers, they would wake up if a car drove to their vicinity this late at night.

She turns to look at Y/N, who is takes off her seatbelt before grabbing her suit and other things. “I’ll see you later?”

“Yeah, I’ll text you.” Y/N pecks Kate’s lips and hops out of the car. She waves to her with a smile on her face until she can’t see the car.

Taking a deep breath, she starts walking towards her house. Her whole body is hurting. They did win, but it took a while. And they got properly hurt during the fight. The enemy was just a bit above their skill level, not like that has ever stopped them before.

Y/N throws her bag into her back, freeing both of her hands so she can start climbing the escape ladder up to her room. She opens the unlocked window and gets inside, after that she closes the window and locks it. Turning around, she throws her bag to the floor. When she finally looks towards her door, she yelps, throwing her hand to her heart.

Natasha and Maria are standing there. Both having their arms crossed over their chest, looking mad, until they see the cuts and bruises. Then they go to immediate worry mode.

“What the hell happened to you?” Natasha is the first one to reach Y/N. She starts moving her head around to see the extent of her injuries, while Maria outs the overhead light on. “Did Kate do this to you?”

“What? Of course not! Wh- how’d you know I was with Kate?”

Maria raises her brows, getting the medical kit from the bathroom. They have one in every bathroom cabinet. “You really think you could keep you dating Kate a secret from us? You sneak off to see her almost every night.” She pushes Y/N to sit down on her bed. “Now, tell us where you got these.”

Her face turns warm. Of course they’d already know she and Kate are dating. “Wewerefightingbadguys.” She mumbles quietly.

“Speak up.” Natasha frowns, grabbing a cotton ball and putting some rubbing alcohol on it to clean the cuts on her face.

“We were fighting bad guys.” She mumbles, slightly louder this time.

Maria and Natasha pause their movements. They stare at Y/N. She isn’t sure if they look more worried or angry. “You what?” Natasha asks, her voice eerily calm. Y/N knows that’s the worst tone to hear from Natasha. The I’m so angry I’m calm tone.

“You’re fighting bad guys.” Maria states. “Just the two of you?” Y/N nods. “With what weapons?”

“Kate has her bow and arrows, I have knives. And combat.”

Natasha rubs her forehead, closing her eyes and letting out a heavy breath of air. “Do you understand how dangerous that is?” She goes back to leaning the cuts. “You could’ve gotten a lot more hurt than this.”

“I know, mom.” Y/N mumbles, plying with her fingers. Her posture is hunched as she looks down. “I’m sorry. We just wanted to help out and prove that we can do the job.”

“You do the job after you train for it. This doesn’t prove anything.” Maria has started butting bandages on the clean wounds. “Not telling us where you are or going to fight someone without backup is very reckless. That isn’t how the job works. What if you got kidnapped? Or too hurt to move, huh? What happens then? No one would know where you are.”

Y/N’s eyes start burning while she listens to her moms lecture her. She never meant to worry them. Truth to be told, she didn’t really think about the repercussions, or what could happen on one of their vigilante missions. “I’m sorry, I really am.” She whimpers.

Sighing, Natasha puts down the cotton ball once all the cuts are cleaned. She sits next to Y/N, pulling her into an embrace, careful not to touch any of the bruises. “The most important thing is that you’re okay, you’re alive.” She kisses the top of her head. “But you can’t do this anymore, not without telling us at least, okay?”

Y/N nods, leaning against her mother. Maria puts the med kit to the side, sitting to the other side of her. “And if you really want to do it properly one day, you have to seriously train for it, with professionals.”

“With you?” She smiles, looking at Maria.

She chuckles, wrapping her arm around Y/N’s back. “Yes, with us.”

“Now,” Natasha leans back to fully see Y/N’s face, “we need to talk about Kate.” She grins when Y/N looks down, her whole face burning up at the mention of her secret girlfriend. “Are you two being safe?”

“Ew, mom!” Y/N pushes Natasha, though she barely moves. “I’m not talking about that with you.”

“I am just saying. It’s important to be safe and have a good hygiene.”

“Make her stop.” Y/N turns to Maria, whining.

Maria laughs, messing up Y/N’s hair with her hand. “Okay, okay, we don’t need to talk about that. But we do need to talk with the two of you before you sneak off to anywhere.”

Y/N groans, flopping down to her bed. She covers her face with her hands. “Get out of my room.” She grumbles, getting even more embarrassed when her moms laugh at her reaction.

“Good night, lovely.” Natasha pats her leg before standing up.

Maria follows after her. “See you in the morning.” The door closes, leaving Y/N alone to her room. She rolls her eyes, but still has a smile on her face.

[ordinalastronaut]

From Now Until Forever (pt.2)

a/n : a continuation of the first part of this story. Angstier, earlier, and from Natasha's POV. Again, I do have other chapters but I've enjoyed kinda beta testing them here before they head over to ao3.

summary : Natasha's world is flipped upside down when Maria sustains a life threatening injury in the field. Luckily she has a support system.

Other tags: established blackhill, mentions of injury/gore, Clint is trying his best, but so stressed out, Phil is trying his best, but so stressed out, Laura is trying her best, guess how stressed out she is

word count : 2.7k

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“Dick,” Natasha laughed as she shoved the archer, rubbing at her ribs. 

“No one ever said I fight clean,” Clint circled her, sizing up where to land his next blow. 

“Oh trust me, I know,” she went to lunge but stopped as the gym doors flew open. 

Both agents stood up straight as Bobbi Morse took long strides to reach them. 

“Bobs, what’s going-” Clint asked but was cut off as the blonde’s attention remained on Natasha. 

“It’s Hill.” 

It was the only thing the Russian needed to hear and she bolted from the room, following the agent as she wove through the triskelion until they were in mission control. The room exploded with noise as agents tried to regain control of whatever had happened. She scanned the room, removing the bindings from her hands as she approached the agent in the center. 

“Coulson-” she started but stopped as soon as she took in the sight from the monitor. 

The body cam of an agent from Maria’s team broadcast in live time what was happening. The Commander’s body was in a crumpled pile on the ground, blood pooling around her.

Coulson stood directly in front of her, his body blocking the screen, “we’re doing everything we can to bring her back right now.”

“What happened,” she tried to move and get a better view. 

“She caught a stray bullet,” which would explain the blood but not the way Maria’s body- “I need you to wait in my office Romanoff.”

“No, I need to see what's happening, I need to know if she’s okay,” the redhead moved her body and got another glimpse at Maria who looked to be screaming in pain. 

“I’m telling you right now, you need to go into my office, we cannot do our job if you’re-” Coulson shook his head but was cut off by Fury calling out her name. 

“Let him do his job,” the director sounded softer than he had in months. 

She turned to make eye contact with him but realized that even Fury’s gaze was on the monitors. He took a deep breath and shifted his eye to Natasha, the pain on his face had to match her own. The woman on the screen was as close to a daughter as he would ever have. 

It was that thought that finally got her feet moving and headed towards the three closest offices, the one in the middle calling for her. Maria’s office was of course as perfect and pristine as the woman herself and Natasha relished in the fact that if she closed her eyes, she could take in the perfection and pretend that everything on the other side of the door was all fake. 

“She’s going to be in the best hands possible,” Clint was quiet as he spoke, “it’s Ria… they won't let anyone other than the best help.”

Natasha just nodded, not wanting to face reality. She closed her eyes again. 

Hours passed before Bobbi came back to the office, “medevac is landing in 5.”

The three agents raced through the building and onto the roof, no one saying a word as they rode the elevator up. 

“Get her out of here!” Coulson barked as soon as they emerged. 

“But you said-” Morse shook her head. 

“I said tell her,” the man yelled from where he stood next to the helicopter “I didn’t say bring her.” 

The team of agents that transported Maria’s unconscious body was a sight to be seen, doctors, nurses, and agents all swarmed her as soon as the gurney was on the landing pad. Over and over Natasha tried to get a view of the woman but the people around her were tall and she couldn’t see anything. 

“No!” Coulson stuck his hand out, barring her from entering the elevator with him. With Maria. 

Doctors spoke quickly to each other as the doors closed. Natasha turned on her heel and sprinted for the staircase, she could faintly hear Clint and Bobbi behind her but she didn’t stop, not until her lungs burned and she stood in front of the 15th floor. 

The elevator dinged and for the first time, she got a good look at her wife. 

Tubes and wires covered her body, the only visible skin was covered in blood and bruises. The whole right side of Maria’s body was exposed and… wrong. Her wife's tattoos were in near ribbons around her leg. Clint sucked in a breath as he came through the doors and saw the state of the woman's body. Bobbi braced her hand on the trashcan next to her, her knees going weak at the sight. 

“Masha,” it came out like a strangled cry as Natasha ran, trying to get closer to the gurney. 

“I said get her out of here!” Coulson yelled at Clint and Bobbi. 

Natasha continued to run down the hall with them, only stopping as a set of arms wrapped around her body.

“No!” she yelled, thrashing as Maria got further and further away. 

“NO!” Natasha raised her voice even louder as the arms around her tightened, not letting her move an inch closer to the team of doctors that moved her wife down the hall.

The gurney passed the first set of open doors, the monitors around Maria began to blare and Natasha thrashed even harder to get to her.

“You son of a bitch, put me down, fucking put me down you asshole!” she screamed in Russian, not caring who could understand her. 

“FUCK YOU COULSON!” the next stream of words came out in crystal clear English as she kicked her legs and dug her nails into the arms that encased her own, “FUCK YOU, LET ME GO CLINT.” 

“You motherfucker, you-” she sobbed as the team of doctors went through the last set of double doors. 

All the fight left her body as she gasped for breaths between sobs. Clint slid his back down the wall next to them, bringing them both to the ground. 

“Masha,” she cried, huge tears rolling down her face as she thought about the state in which her wife was in.   

She was there and she wasn’t, she was aware that there were people around her and that questions were being asked, and yet she couldn’t bring herself to listen to a single one. For hours she and Clint sat on the ground, him occasionally talking to her, or wiping errant tears away as they slid down her cheeks. 

The only thing that managed to break through to her was the pair of perfectly shined shoes that stopped in front of her. She knew those shoes, she knew what they looked like propped up on the railing of the back deck of her and Maria-

Natasha sprang up, unaware until that moment of how long she had been sitting. From the way her legs barely cooperated against the tingling sensation, it had been a while. Still, it didn’t keep her from bringing her hand up to slap Coulson across the face. 

Her fingers were less than an inch away from making contact when he caught them. He was a handler now, but it was moves like this that showed he had once been a field agent, one of the best. 

“No,” he looked her in the eye and dropped her hand, “I know you’re mad at me Natasha, but we're not going to do that.”

She looked at him, really looked at him, and could see the tiredness, the sadness that was etched into each line of his face. 

“Is she okay?” Clint asked the question Natasha knew she couldn’t. 

“Maria is stable,” the man in front of her nodded, keeping his eyes locked with hers the whole time, “but… there was extensive damage from what they can tell right now. If she wakes up, her body will never be the same.”

If she wakes up. If she wakes. If she. If- If. 

“Come on,” Phil motioned and the two followed their handler down hallways and staircases until they were face to face with the last door separating them from Maria. 

Clint opened the door slowly, leading Natasha into the room that was filled with the smell of antiseptic and mechanical beeping. She kept her eyes on the off-white linoleum floor in front of her, terrified of what she would see if she looked up. From the sudden intake of breath from the man next to her, it was nothing good. 

“Med staff comes by every 30 minutes so don’t be alarmed if the door opens again in the next 10 minutes,” Phil’s voice was low as he spoke to her, just barely audible over the sound of the machines. 

She took a steadying breath and glanced up. It was everything she thought it would be, and 100 times more painful. There were tubes and wires covering every inch of Maria’s body, and dried blood coated the outside of the bandages that wrapped from her right ankle to the highest point of her right collarbone. 

A fresh wave of tears streamed down her face as she ducked her face into her brother's chest and cried in earnest. Clint’s own tears landed on top of her head as he held her tightly, his shoulders shaking silently as he cried.

It seemed their 10 minutes were up in a blink of an eye as the door swung open again revealing a tired-looking woman in blue scrubs. 

“Hello, I’m Dr. Carter,” she stuck her hand out to Clint first, then Natasha, “You’re… family?”

“I’m her wife,” Natasha clarified.

Less than a year later the title still felt brand new, something to be cherished. 

“We’re the closest things she has to brothers- hey you did my wrist surgery,” Clint cut himself off. 

There was a blur of a purple cast and lost pens in Natasha’s mind before it returned back to her wife who lay still in front of her. 

“That’s right Agent Barton,” the doctor smiled, “I’m sorry to see you again in these circumstances.”

Natasha tried, she tried to listen to what the doctor was saying, but only bits and pieces came through. Shattered bones, additional surgery, brain bleed, gunshot wound, 48 hours. Each phrase stood out like it had been bolded in the sentence, the rest was in a font too small to read. She wished Maria was there to listen to what had happened, to fill her in later. 

But her wife was there, only she wouldn’t be able to listen for… well Natasha couldn’t tell you, she wasn’t able to tell if the doctor who had just left ever mentioned it. There were hands on her shoulders guiding her to a makeshift bed that had been pushed against the window closest to Maria. 

She sat down, or maybe she laid down, the Russian couldn’t tell you. She also couldn’t tell you how she ended up showered with a new set of clothes on, or if she ate, drank, or slept for those first 2 days. All she could tell you was that Maria’s chest rose and fell, rose and fell, rose and fell, evenly for 48 hours straight. It was hour 52 when Dr. Cater returned and announced Maria’s second surgery would be happening the next morning. 

“If everything goes right,” the woman was saying, “it should be the last one she needs for the time being, then she’ll be on the road to recovery and a tremendous amount of physical therapy.” 

Natasha nodded and glanced over to the woman next to her, not realizing that May had taken the place of Clint at some point in the last few days. 

“Thank you, Dr. Carter,” the agent got up and walked the doctor to the door. 

The Russian stared at the bed in front of her as she had done for the last two days and watched Maria’s chest rise and fall. 

“Did you get all of that, Natasha?” Melinda was back at her side, a thigh pressed into her own. 

The redhead nodded softly, not sure if she had, not sure if she should ask for it to be repeated. May pressed her thigh into Natashas a little more and sighed. 

More hours passed by, enough for there to be new people in the room, people who were raising their voices, people who were arguing, people who were cupping her face. 

“Because she needs to understand what’s going on and not just nod along with what Coulson thinks is best!”

Laura. It was Laura's voice, and those were Laura’s hands cradling her face. 

“Sweetheart, I need you to listen to me,” the woman knelt down until she was eye to eye with Natasha, “I know this is scary, and I know there’s a lot going on, but you need to make this decision-”

“I’m not trying to sway her,” Coulson’s voice came through and he sounded angry. No, he sounded frustrated. Tired. 

“You’re not making a case for an alternative at all,” another voice sounded just as tired, Morse maybe. 

“Sorry, he doesn’t want them to just let Ria die!” Clint barked out in frustration. 

Natasha’s head swam. 

“It’s not just letting her die, it’s not forcing her to live in a vegetative state,” Laura ground out, “they wouldn’t offer it if it wasn’t needed.”

“They don't know Maria,” Coulson countered. 

“It’s not a matter of how strong you think she is, it’s what's happened to her body and if it can handle anymore,” Bobbi. It was Bobbi who was talking now, Natasha was sure.  

“Tasha, please,” Laura was looking her in the eye again, her own shining with unshed tears. 

“I don’t-” her voice came out hoarse and broken, either from not using it or from the screaming she had done days before. 

<What> She landed on signing to Clint. 

Laura sighed ever so slightly and released her grasp on Natasha’s cheeks. 

“Maria is going in for another surgery in an hour, the doctors want to know if you’d like to-” the woman signed as she spoke, “if you’d like to sign a Do Not Resuscitate form.” 

Natasha knew the words but wasn’t sure how they fit together with what was being asked of her, what that had to do with- 

<they think she will die> she signed as the pieces clicked. 

“They think there’s a possibility her body might be able to pull through,” Laura swallowed, “but that her brain might suffer too large an injury from the stress. She might be left with a working body but… brain death.”

Brain death, brain death, brain death. For some reason, it was the only two words that her own brain could lock on to. 

“But she also could pull through and be just fine, and if she flat lines and needs help then a DNR would prevent them from giving it to her,” Coulson argued. 

“But if she doesn't recover, it’s then on her wife,” Bobbi emphasized the last word, “to then take care of her while she’s in a coma for the rest of her life.”

“Which is her choice!” Clint argued.  

“Exactly, her choice, Natasha’s,” Laura argued right back. 

“Enough,” there was a new voice, one closer to the door that spoke. 

The smell of leather and gunpowder hit her before she could recognize Fury. 

“Everyone go wait in the hall, let Romanoff make this decision on her own.”

Natasha listened to her friends, her family, leave the room before she looked up and blinked back tears. 

“What do I do?” she whispered. 

“You do what you think is right,” Fury placed a hand on her thigh, “and know that Maria would accept either answer, not because she would do the same, but because it was what you decided. She always backs you, no matter what.”

Thirty minutes later, her wife was rolled into surgery. No one asked what decision she had made, and Natasha didn't tell them as they all sat on the sad cot by the window and waited. 

And waited.

And waited. 

The door creaked open and Phil and Laura were instantly on their feet.

“Surgery went well,” Dr. Cater spoke from where she led the group of people who had brought Maria back into the room, “vital signs look strong, her body took to the additional hardware nicely, it was better than we could have asked for.”

Someone next to Natasha started to cry, the world began to dim and for the first time in days, Natasha laid down and let the exhaustion take her. 

Her wife would be okay. Her life would be okay. 

The two were not mutually exclusive.

[griffin-girl-r]

Sexy back

Created: 24.09.2023

Finished: 26.09.2023

Edited: 27.09.2023

Age: 19

Word count: 1,806

Warnings: Mentions of mature content

Request: No

Pairings: BlackHill, Peter Parker x Female!Reader, WinterWidow (Past mention)

Song: SexyBack by Justin Timberlake

—

"Hey, guys!" You shouted as you speed walked inside the living room "Have you seen my mom?"

The team turned their heads towards you and you saw the same look of confusion, that was etched onto your face, on their faces.

"We haven't seen her since breakfast." Steve shrugged confused "Why?"

"Do you think she might be out with someone?" You asked, looking from one person to the other "I can't find her anywhere."

"Now that you mention it..." Clint began, looking up at you "We haven't seen Hill in a while as well."

"Are they together?" Peter, your boyfriend, innocently voiced his questions "Like, in a relationship?"

"Maria?" You breathed out with a sarcastic chuckle "And my mom? Ain't no way, Pete. Maria is my godmother, for God's sake. She and Mama can't be together."

"Besides..." Tony smirked mischievously "I don't think Romanoff is into girls."

"I agree with Tony on this one." Bucky mumbled with his mouth full as he was eating a plum

"Papa." You sighed disappointed "Just because you used to bang Mama 20 years ago that doesn't mean she's still into men."

"Don't speak to your father like this!" Steve gasped "That's rude and unpolite."

"Oh, you know what, Uncle Steve?" You started walking towards him "You can suck-"

You stopped in your tracks when your ears suddenly picked up on a sound that was coming from somewhere in the compound and it was becoming louder and louder as the silence in the room grew.

'I'm bringin' sexy back.'

"Do y'all hear what I hear?" You asked confused, turning around on your heels toward the door

'Yeah!'

"Yeah." Everyone inside the room repeated as some of them nodded and the others stood up from their place

'Them other boys don't know how to act.'

"Is that a song?" Peter asked confused, making his way toward you

'Yeah!'

"I think so." You furrowed your eyebrows

'I think it's special, what's behind your back.'

"Come on." Bucky stood up from the couch "We have to see from where this is coming."

'Yeah!'

"Look, Mr. Stark!" Peter cheered excitedly "The song is agreeing with us."

Tony sighed and shook his head.

"You're unbelievable, Peter." Tony put his head in his hand

'So turn around and I'll pick up the slack.'

You grabbed your boyfriend's hand and hurriedly started to drag him upstairs.

'Take 'em to the bridge.'

A long line of people who resided in the compound were trailing behind you as you all walked up the stairs, the song becoming louder and clearer with each step you took.

'Dirty babe.'

"Is this coming from-?" You gasped, stopping in front of the door from where the music was heard

'You see these shackles baby, I'm your slave.'

"Natasha's room?!" Clint gasped and a smirk formed on his face

"I'm going in." You shook your head with a determined look on your face

'I'll let you whip me, if I misbehave.'

"Y/N, no!" Various people shouted

But it was already too late.

You opened the door with the speed of light and froze in place when you saw what was happening inside.

'It's just that no one makes me feel this way.'

The music kept blasting but it was all muffled in your ears as your brain tried to process what was happening in front of your eyes.

—

A pantless Natasha was lying handcuffed on the bed with her head thrown back, her eyes closed and her back arched as a shirtless Maria had her head in between Natasha's legs, working her magic.

"Is she..." Wanda, who appeared out of nowhere beside you, mumbled shocked

"Eating her out?" Bucky finished the sentence intrigued

"It seems so." Tony nodded, completely fascinated by the sight in front of him

"Mama?!" You shouted confused "What the fuck?!"

It was just then that the two women noticed the commotion that came from the doorway and turned their heads toward the sound.

The music suddenly stopped as both Natasha and Maria froze in their tracks.

A heavy silence settled over the room as you stared at your mother and godmother and they stared right back at you.

"Ummm..." Peter quietly began "Y/N?"

"Aunt Maria?" Your trembling voice managed to say "Mama?"

"Baby?" Natasha breathed out shocked

"Kiddo?" Maria mumbled, pulling her head back a few inches

"So this is what they meant by 'a family that sticks together.'?" You chuckled but your brain was still in shock "I'm not sure I wanted this level of stickiness!"

"Baby, we can explain." Natasha rushed to sit up, forgetting that she was handcuffed to the bed

"Well, I've heard of bringing sexy back, but I didn't realize it included bringing sexy back into the family photos!" Tony joked, completely entertained by the family drama that was about to unfold

"Well, I guess I can strike 'awkward family reunions' off my bucket list now!" Clint sighed, shaking his head while making a mental note to tell Laura all about this later

"Looks like our family tree has some interesting branches growing." Peter pointed out, his eyebrows shooting into his hairline

"I guess this means I should look forward to some really unforgettable family holiday cards." Bucky nodded, looking at Steve "Move over, Santa, it's time for some steamy mistletoe action!"

"Oh my gosh!" Tony spoke again, trying to make the situation as embarrassing as it possibly could be "I guess the 'god' in godmother must stand for 'goddess of scandal'!"

"Kid, look." Maria quickly sat up on her knees and covered Natasha's lower body with her shirt "It's not what it looks like."

"I get everything else." You mumbled, staring wide-eyed at the two women "But, why the shackles though?" You pointed towards the shackles that were keeping your mother handcuffed to the bed "Is that a kink?"

"And the music?" Steve pointed out

"Was it really necessary?" You continued

Both your mother and godmother opened their mouth to defend themselves but before they could, a sudden rush of sickness built up inside your stomach and you turned around towards your room that was right next to Natasha's.

"I can't!" You shouted, wrapping an arm around your stomach, before darting to your room with Peter hot on your heels

"F.R.I.D.A.Y.?" Tony laughed excited "I hope you recorded all of that." He told the A.I. before being interrupted by Natasha

Natasha let out a string of angrily mumbled Russian words as worry was written all over her face.

"What did she say?" Steve asked confused, pointing to Natasha with his finger

"Profanities." Bucky explained unphased, crossing his arms over his chest

—

"Sweetheart!" Natasha shouted desperately as she pulled at her restraints, trying to sit up "Y/N!"

"Kid!" Maria quickly sat up on her feet as she focused on following everybody else to your room

But there was one tiny detail that Maria had forgotten as she ran out of Natasha's bedroom.

"Maria!" Natasha screamed, catching the attention of the brunette commander who quickly ran back inside the room

"Sorry, babe." Maria gave the redhead a sheepish smile

"Open these!" Natasha shouted, pulling again at the handcuffs

Maria rushed forward, trying to open the shackles around Natasha's wrists but it took Maria three failed attempts to do so, as the key kept falling out of her hands.

"I told you we should have locked the door." Maria put her T-shirt on

"Where are my fucking pants?!" Natasha shouted back as she frantically looked around the room before spotting her jeans on the floor

"We messed up big time." Maria said, helping Natasha put her jeans on

"I'm going to kill you." Natasha threatened through gritted teeth, slapping Maria's arm before rushing to your room

"Hey!" Maria shouted offended, running after Natasha "You have to admit I did a pretty good job before we were interrupted."

Natasha rolled her eyes as she chose to ignore Maria's comment.

"I'm still hungry though if you're up for a second round later." Maria shrugged

—

"I need more!" You shouted from the top of your lungs

"Y/N, this is the third bar of soap you used in the past 10 minutes." Peter worriedly looked at you as you were bent over the sink in your bathroom "I'm not going to give you a fourth one."

"Baby, open the door!" Natasha desperately knocked on the locked door of your bathroom

"Y/N, give us a chance to explain ourselves, please." Maria pleaded from beside Natasha

"My love, please!" Natasha kept pleading, her eyes full of tears "Open the door."

"You can't keep washing your eyes with soap, Y/N." Peter tried to reason with you "It's not going to help."

"I need to wash away that awful image from my eyes, Peter." You explained, splashing your face with ice-cold water from the sink "I need to delete what I saw from my mind."

"Honey, please!" Natasha's voice said from the other side of the door

"Why the song, huh?!" You cried out "Why this song?!"

"Baby, we made a mistake." Natasha answered your question "We're sorry!"

"What about the shackles?" You shouted

"That was your mother's idea!" Maria shouted back, before getting a slap on the back of her head from Natasha

"Don't listen to her, baby." Natasha said "Please, just open this door and let's talk from girl to girl, from mother to daughter."

"And godmother." Maria jumped in, gaining another slap from Natasha

"You're such an idiot!" Natasha told Maria

"But I'm your idiot." Maria pointed out, leaning in to kiss Natasha

"Fair point." Natasha smiled, ready to receive Maria's kiss when she suddenly pulled back as she heard your scream

"Ahhhh..." You screamed, trying to stop whatever was happening on the other side of the door between Natasha and Maria "My mother and my godmother?! Banging each other on music?! No way!" You cried out

"You didn't say the same when we did it the first time on music." Peter smirked, hopping to receive a positive reaction from you

"Don't you dare mention that in front of my mother!" You threatened

"You did what?!" Natasha gasped "Peter, you're dead!"

"Miss Romanoff, it was just once, I swear." Peter defended himself

"You and my little girl can't do that yet! You're still kids!" Natasha sounded angry now "I'm going to take this door down."

"Honey, no!" You heard Maria scream

—

Maybe this wasn't the way you planned to spend your Saturday afternoon and, for sure, it wasn't the way you wanted to find out that your godmother was banging your mother, but here you were.

This day will forever remain in your family's history as a day of great embarrassment and hilarious jokes.

The day when you, unintentionally, discovered that your Aunt Maria and your Mama were eating each other's "cheerios" for pleasure.

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[littleavengerfics]

Heya 👋

Can I please request BlackHill x Little reader.

R is super sleepy from back to back missions so Maria bunks off work and has a duvet day.

After finding out Nat calls in 'sick' and brings home pizza.

R finally relaxes and cuddles up all day.

thank you for the request, and your patience. I hope you like this. Let me know if you want anything changed :)

Support system

(blackhill X little reader)

Throwing yourselves into work had proven to be very physically and mentally draining for your family, Natasha was unable to think of talk about anything other than work and was getting stressed, Maria had obtained an injury to her left side so had been on bed rest, and you hadn't dropped or relaxed for a day in month.

Maria wasn't due back in work for another two days but she didn't need to be on bed rest and felt fine so decided to go into work early, that was until she saw you. You hadn't fallen asleep until 3am and Maria had woken you up by accident at 6am, she couldnt remember the last time you got five hours sleep nevermind the recommended 8. Your eyes had bags under them and were red from where you kept rubbing them, it broke her heart.

She knew you would stay up and wait for her to get home if she did go in so she had no choice but to skip past her uniform and grab her comfy clothes. You couldn't help but get a little excited when you saw it. Were you really going to have the day together?

"If we do this today you are going to drop and let me take care of you and you are going to take a nap. We are going to cuddle on the couch and have a movie day and you are going to relax. Understood?" You nodded, you knew there was no room to say no. Maria was deadly serious and while you weren't thrilled at the idea of taking a nap you knew it was what you needed. Maria always have you what you needed, whether you liked it or not.

However, there was one thing you could try and change about her plan. All it would take was some puppy dog eyes. "Maria? Can we pleeaasee call natty and ask her to come back?" She chuckled a little before nodding. "I'll call her, she needs some rest too. And I bet my baby misses their mama." You codnt help but blush at that to which Maria called you adorable only making you more whiny and shy but she loved it.

"do I get cuddles with my little one now or do I have to wait for mama to get home?" Maria asked dialing the number. "wait for mama." You said quietly looking at the floor, you could feel yourself slipping into headspace a little bit you didn't really want to till Nat got here. You zoned out for a little and by the time you stopped the phone call was over.

"she's going to call in sick, she should be here soon, why don't we get you dressed for the day and make a comfy spot on the couch." You agreed so were soon dressed in a onesie and had an outrageous amount of stuffies and blankets on the couch. Maria left you to the task while she cleaned up a little and when she saw it her mouth fell open.

"wow baby, that definitely looks comfy, are you sure we need this many though?" You nodded, Maria saw how happy it made you so just let it slide.

"Hey my loves! I'm back!" You turned to see Nat standing there with a pizza box in her hand which she knew to throw down when you came running over for a hug, you jumped into her arms and she caught you with a smile. "Hi my baby." You snuggled into her with a huge smile. "Hi mama."

"really Natasha, you brought pizza for breakfast?" Nat nodded. "We deserve a treat. It's just for one day masha."

"I know, but pizza isn't for breakfast." You giggled, they were always arguing over things like that, they rarely ever shouted or raised their voices it was just bickering over small things. It was nice to have such loving people around you finally.

"Do you want pizza for breakfast detka?" You nodded excitedly, "sorry babe, two against one. Pizza for breakfast!!" She cheered earning a chuckle from Maria, she always lost those little arguments but she never minded... Not really it made you and Natasha happy and that was worth bending the rules for.

"mama! I wan hugs!" You whined getting impatient, movie days and cuddles were your favourite thing, especially after a rough week and you couldn't wait for it any longer. "You two get comfy and pick a movie l will plate up some pizza and get some drinks."

"It's okay Masha, I can do it, you relax." Natasha smiled slightly but maria stopped her. "Babe, it's okay, you've not taken a break in ages. You looked after me the past few weeks it's my turn to help you. You need the rest so go snuggle our baby and I'll be there in a minute." The brunette whispered in her ear, the russian smiled, giving in to her demands.

"come here baby." Natasha picked you up and carried you over to the couch with all your stuffies and snuggled up next to you under the blanket. She got your favourite movie ready and you both sat whispering to each other and giggling while you waited for the agent to get back. When she finally did, after 5 whole minutes, you pulled her down to sit the other side of you creating the perfect snuggle sandwich.

By the end of the movie both you and Nat were fast asleep, Maria smiled, standing up to tuck you both in and miss your foreheads before whispering, "I love you both so much" and taking her seat again.

[mothman-can-write]

hi !!! i saw u said you were open for prompts, i mean this is kinda less of a prompt really, but like i loved that blackhill mission transcript thing you did a while ago and would be really cool to see some more stuff in the same vein ig ! but also maybe something like a kinda blackhill first meeting kinda thing idk !! i just love your work tho ! you really have the ability to make me feel all the emotions

OOOOO i just thought of this whilst writing this but maybe something like with clint teasing nat ab having like feelings for maria or something ?? idk i just love ur writing ! sorry these are kinda shitty hahah

NGL I took this prompt and mangled it in my hands. I heard first meeting and my brain was immediately like well that could go seventeen thousand different ways, so I sorta mashed in Clint's teasing to go along with it and made it a little more suggestive than outright shippy. Realistically, I think if Natasha is only meeting Maria for the first time, she's probably still in a place where she's not totally open to such self indulgent things as having a crush

Also, this isn't a mission transcript but I'd love to do more of them that one was really fun! I just don't really have any good ideas for the sort of things they'd have to talk about in the field besides dying haha

ANYWAY enough rambling, though you're all familiar with my inability to shut up these days. ~3k under the cut of Clint being a ballache and nat being sceptical but gay

The only person that doesn’t treat Natasha like she’s a project – or a live wire –  is Clint. He’d had his fair share of looking at her with those careful eyes, something behind them that made her teeth itch in her gums like some trained dog. He doesn’t do that so much anymore, not unless she’s in a particular state and doing a very bad job at hiding it. She likes him, she thinks. He might be one of the first people in her entire life that she can truly say she likes. 

Naturally, she finds herself in his quarters more often than her own. She lays on his bed as he works on something probably explosive enough to kill them both if he sneezes, and she ignores the pip of her emails as she braids a small strip of hair under her ear. She’s bored, if she’s honest, but she doesn’t want to waste her first free morning of the past fortnight on something so trivial as emails. Or helping Clint. 

“You not gonna answer her?” he says without looking up from his work. He holds it close to his face, something far too small in his tweezers. 

Natasha’s fingers pause in untangling her braid. “How do you know who it is?” 

He still doesn’t turn in his seat, matter of fact when he speaks. “You have a different tone for Hill.” 

“How did you figure that out?” She tries not to scowl at him, but she still isn’t used to feeling so see-through. Quite frankly, she’d like to be as opaque as possible, but she seems to have grown rather attached to someone with x-ray vision. 

Clint puts his miniature contraption down and turns to her at last. She’s not fond of the smile on his face as he leans over the back of his chair. “You’re not the only spy on the ship. Also, you weren’t trying very hard to hide it.” 

“Her emails are usually more important,” Natasha argues, not quite sure why she feels the need to defend herself on it. 

Clint grins ever wider. “I never asked why. I just thought you had a massive crush on her.” 

Natasha scowls fully this time. “I’ve never met her.” 

He shrugs. “I don’t know what’s in those emails.” 

“Shut up.” 

She reaches for her phone anyway and pointedly ignores the way Clint watches her. The email is much the same as they always are, telling her about meetings and progress and such. She’s overtly professional in every one, but now that she’s thinking about it, Natasha likes the words she uses – just slightly like she enjoyed reading dictionaries as a child. Very, very rarely, Maria will let something slip in her emails that is almost like humour, and Natasha doesn’t tell Clint that she actually does enjoy receiving emails from her just for the fact that she feels a little special when that happens. She’s heard the rumours; she knows not to expect giggles and grins when it comes to the Assistant Director. 

In the end, she doesn’t bother to respond to the email anyway and Clint has already turned back to his work. “Not in the mood to sext her back?” 

She scowls at the back of his head. “It sounds like Laura needs to watch her back.” 

“Oh, god,” he laughs. “Gross. Absolutely not. Not my type.” 

“What makes you think she’s mine?” 

“You need someone to match your weirdness.” 

Natasha wishes she had something to throw at him. She won’t admit that she intrigues her in small ways. She doubts she’s any different from every other CEO and government lead in the world, but some small part of her feels thankful to her faceless emails. She could’ve easily overridden Clint’s choice, could’ve had her put down before she could even think to beg for forgiveness. But she’d given her a chance, and she’d kept in contact despite her supposed overbooked schedule every day since. Maria held her life in her hands at one point, and she’d given her another shot at it. 

Despite everything, Natasha still doesn’t sleep well. Or, rather, because of everything, she supposes. One good month doesn’t erase a lifetime of bad – and she’s really a little hesitant to say that this month has even been good in many senses of the word. She wonders if the nights will ever get easier on her with time, or if she’s stuck with these hours of restlessness and sweat for the rest of her life. It’s not a nice thing to think about, and it doesn’t really do all that much to distract her from the shadows that still play behind her eyelids or the way the shapes of the room still seem to swim around the edges. So, she swings her legs over the side of her bed and scrubs at her face with her hands. She can appreciate, at the very least, that she isn’t handcuffed to her bed here. Somehow, that had been a hard thing to get used to. She still sleeps with one arm by the headboard. 

There aren't many things to do at this hour. Clint has told her countless times that she’s perfectly welcome to pester him at any time of the night if it would make her feel even minutely better. He says he understands, and she believes him enough from the way his past lines his own face, but it doesn’t make it any easier to put into practice. 

She doesn’t have a plan as she steps out into the corridors. She dresses like she’s going to the gym on the off chance that she might be able to sneak into it and punch something until she’s sweaty for reasons more tangible. She wishes the firing range was usable at this hour, but she’s sure that’s much less subtle. Still, there are some nightmares you can only really feel better by shooting at. Maybe she’ll bat her eyelashes into an hour or so at the targets tomorrow. 

She passes the odd agent as she trails around the corridors and considers that the ship never really sleeps entirely. There’s always someone on the night shift, always someone pottering around with something. She thinks it would be nice to work when it’s so quiet. Maybe she should ask about changing her hours. It might be a little soon. 

The gym isn’t so far from her quarters, and by the time she reaches it her shirt still feels sticky at her back and her stomach still feels like it’s alive in her ribcage. Her hopes are low enough to limbo as she presses her hand to the door, and she could almost sigh with relief when the door opens easily. She’s not against breaking in, but she likes to think she’s been doing a pretty good job of building a better reputation lately. Maybe not socially, but Maria’s emails haven’t managed to sound short lately – not since the last time she’d bypassed what she maintains was a criminally simple encryption on one of Clint’s jobs. 

The gym is utterly silent at this time of the morning, which is entirely unsurprising. She doubts anyone else sensible gets out of bed for another hour or two, let alone starts their training regime. Generally, agents are allowed the privilege of breakfast before they’re worked to the bone. Natasha’s never been a fan of food so early in the morning. 

She doesn’t really know when she fell out of the habit of scanning each room on this ship like someone will be waiting to haul her out of it, and she blames it firmly on her lack of sleep and nightmare slurred thoughts when she doesn’t notice the other body in the gym until it’s too late. 

“I did wonder,” someone says, and Natasha’s attention snaps to one of the benches on the far side, half covered from the entrance. 

It takes Natasha an almost embarrassingly drawn out moment to place her features, and she’s sure she only half succeeds in hiding her surprise into an intrigued eyebrow. The Assistant Director didn’t really strike her as the type to be in the gym when everyone is supposed to be sleeping. 

“Wonder what?” she asks instead of every other question that gnaws at her head. She stays firmly planted in the middle of the room. 

“Who would come in at this time.” 

Oh. She’s not wondering about Natasha. She doesn’t really know what that feels a mote disappointing. She hates it when Clint asks how she’s sleeping. Maybe she just doesn’t like lying to him. 

“I thought it would be empty.” 

Maria places her water bottle beside her on the bench and makes absolutely no move to stand up yet. Somehow, Natasha finds it unnerving, even if she’s taller here. “It usually is,” she says simply. 

Her eyes bore into her in a way that makes the back of her neck crawl. Something about her says that she’s calculating, that she’s looking at Natasha and breaking her down into little bite sized pieces. Natasha has never liked being dissected. Maria’s eyes are very blue. 

“Do you usually spend your mornings here?” she asks, if only to stop Maria from burning holes into her skull and reading her thoughts directly. 

It works, in the way that her gaze flicks away for the briefest moment before pinning her again in that same cool tone. “I guess you could call this morning.” 

“That doesn’t answer my question.” 

Maria’s eyes soften ever so slightly around the corners, and Natasha would almost call it a squint. “I’ve made a bit of a habit at this point, yes.”

She almost seems reluctant to admit it, and Natasha can’t help the way she wants to pick this woman apart. She has always liked puzzles, and people are just some of the more complex the world has to offer. She thinks she understands the rumours a little more now, even through this uncanny meeting. She wonders if Maria feels her own searching gaze as intently. 

Maria stands at last, and Natasha had almost forgotten how tall she is. She thinks she preferred it when she was sitting. “Don’t let me stop you,” she says, and Natasha is silently thankful for the way that answers her question. Again, not that she wouldn’t break the rules. It’s just much harder to make an excuse when the Assistant Director is the one who catches you. 

“I would’ve expected the AD to send me back to my quarters,” she notes, as forward as ever when it gets her information. She’ll admit this woman seems to be intriguing. She’s curious as to just why she’s indulging her so far. 

Maria’s expressions are all very small, mere suggestions of emotions that only make Natasha want to pick her apart. “That would make me more of a hypocrite than I already am,” she says simply, almost smiling. “Are you getting on okay?” she asks instead , and her eyes are on her like she’s deciphering her again. She’s closer now, making direct eye contact, and Natasha holds it like a game. “Besides the obvious, of course.” 

Natasha tries not to scowl. God, does she hate when people pretend like they know her. “What’s the obvious?” 

Maria raises one eyebrow ever so slightly, her expression caught somewhere to amusement. “Did the Red Room have you in the routine of training at four in the morning?” 

“Sometimes.” They both know that’s not the reason that she’s here, as much as Natasha wishes Maria didn’t. 

Her eyes are almost soft. Almost like she truly cares about her. Natasha doesn’t like to let herself believe the sort of things that might cost her later. “Half of the people on this ship struggle with it, Romanoff,” she says, nearly gentle in the silence around them. “You don’t have to be ashamed of it.” 

She can almost imagine her setting a heavy hand on her shoulder as she says it, though Maria remains in her own space. She’s still slightly too close for what Natasha is used to however, and it’s the first time she realises the darkness under her eyes. Her face is lined, something bone deep that she doubts ever goes away. It lends her a certain sort of…imperfection that makes her seem a whole lot more human. For everything she’s heard, though she knows to take gossip with a healthy grain of salt, she could almost imagine Hill to be some sort of robot, some living excel sheet. 

Standing in front of her, she sort of just looks like a woman who could do with some sleep. She looks like a woman who has spent the last who-knows-how-many hours beating out her own past the same way Natasha intends to. She won’t call it affection. It doesn’t mean Natasha likes the way she looks straight through her any more. 

“You have any tips?” she says, aiming for something playful. She really, really just wants her to stop looking at her like she can figure her out right here in the middle of the room. Maybe if she seems better than she is, she’ll leave her alone. She’d rather her conduct a genuine vivisection out on the boxing ring floor if she’s going to continue to examine her. 

She’s certain Maria almost smiles at that, a tug at the corner of her lips that is almost sad, almost conspirational. She shrugs ever so slightly. “Shooting things usually helps.” 

Natasha tries not to scowl like a child. As if she wouldn’t be there right now if she could get away with it. “I’m on supervised arms training.” 

This time, Maria does smile, though Natasha thinks she’d have missed it if she blinked. “Not from tomorrow,” she says plainly, and Natasha can only watch her walk away without another word. 

The door closes behind her, and Natasha lets herself furrow her eyebrows as deeply as she likes. She is overtly aware that she is not being let off of supervised training tomorrow. She’s aware that she has been seen as a weapon and an explosive since the moment Clint forgot that he was meant to shoot her. Somehow, she doesn’t think that Maria is one to tease. 

It makes it very hard to punch things as effectively as she’d like to when she can only think after Maria. She wonders what keeps her up at night. She wonders what else she does to get rid of the shadows. She wonders why on earth she would let her off of the hook so early. For all they know, Natasha might decide to defect back. She might’ve been biding her time until she could get a hand on one of those guns outside of the range. She’d never even dream of it, of course. She’d rather be supervised for every split second a gun is in her hands for the rest of her life than have to go back to her life before. She wonders just how deep Maria managed to dig. She wonders if she really is all that transparent after all. 

She finds herself in Clint’s quarters again as thoughtlessly as breathing. Every spare minute in her schedule that lines up with his, she’ll spend hiding from the rest of the world. This time, she’s sitting in his chair, her knees resting against the edge of his desk so that she can spin it slightly from side to side. Clint is behind her in his bunk, his arms tucked up behind his head and his eyes closed. It’s only 2pm. Natasha wishes she could have a nap too. 

“Is she always like that?” she says on a whim, her thoughts still stuck on tired eyes and snap decisions. 

“Like what?” Clint asks, completely brushing over her lack of context. 

“So…intense.” 

“Ah, we’re back on Hill. Yes.” He falls silent again, and Natasha listens to his breath. “Hold on.” His eyes open and his head turns on his pillow to face her. “Did you meet her? When?” 

“This morning.” 

“You were at the range this morning.” 

“Before that.”

“You were asleep before that.” She doesn’t answer, and that tells him everything in as little effort as possible. “Natasha.” 

She doesn’t meet his eye. “It’s better than moping.” 

“You don’t need to mope. You can come wake me up.” 

“But then you don’t sleep.” 

“Tasha, do you really think I’m sleeping well either half the time?” 

She stays silent again, staring intently at the dimples Clint’s chair has made in the carpet. 

“How did you even find her?” he asks eventually, giving up the argument for the countless time. “She’s practically booked to the minute.” 

“She was in the gym when I got there.” 

“I’m going to skip over the fact that you’d rather punch something until you bleed than come and bug me. Was it worth it? Was she all sweaty and hot? Did you two finally canoodle in person?” 

She doesn’t dignify his jokes with a response, her thoughts plain in her expression. “I don’t think she sleeps well either. She looked tired.” 

Clint grins a little. “You paying attention to her face?”

Natasha scowls at him. “It’s normal to look someone in the eye.” 

“Mhm…” He retucks his arms under his head, settling back against his pillow. “It’s for sure normal to think about them all morning.” 

“She took me off of probation,” she says, almost in a rush, like maybe this will change the subject – maybe a little bit like she’s admitting something. 

“Oh you definitely have a crush on her. It’s like she’s trying to get in your pants. Remind me never to read your emails.” 

Natasha only squints at him, wishing once again that she had something appropriate to throw. The urge distracts her enough that she never does reject the notion. And when she finds herself imagining Maria’s secret little smile in those few and far casual emails, she decides that Clint doesn’t need to know. She’s not been given many chances in her life, and she thinks she could make space in her life for two instead of one. She wonders if Maria would ever want a gym buddy on long nights and promptly decides not to think any deeper into it. 

[mx-loar-tev]

WIP Tag Game

Rules:

post the names of all the files in your wip folder regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous.

let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! and then tag as many people as you have wips.

Tagged by: @crime-wives

OK so I gonna sort them by fandom, because there's a lot, and I'm not adding the ones I basically abandoned.

Supergirl | SuperCorp

Here we go again (and again and again)

Kryptahnuio is a love language

The brick that I laid down

Will you mouth still remember the taste of my love

They always come for the wild ones

Supergirl | Sanvers

Snowflakes (-aka- Toni Rodas and the Danvers family: A Christmas story.) (Note, that one is partially posted but I have a case of writer block...)

Useless lesbian(s)

Somewhere I belong

Tiramisu is better than sex/And together we'll cross the river (Working titles)

Consent.

Supergirl | AgentReign/Danvarias

Our souls will last forever

Supergirl | other/no pairing chosen yet

Trans!Alex and trans!Winn brotp

Ouat | swanqueen

The nightblooms (working title)

Houses of Pillows and fires

Cat spy regina

À Name for Christmas

From the start, onwards

Invisible string (tying you to me)

Cat fights (Working title)

I need more not less and never tell me to stop

The good she seek

MCU | AoS

À home where love is there to stay

As life came without warning

Instead of call Gordon at the retreat Skye run from real shield alone

Who need a man to be happy

MCU | Blackhill

Too perfect for my hands to hold

MCU | other

Steve is thawed early - Steginelli

Now... Who should I tag? I don't really tagging people that feels rude. But such is the game so... I'll choose a few names. Feel free to totally ignore this it that's not you cuppa tea,okay?

Well, everyone seeing this can do it too, just say I tagged you.

@withgirl-sq @caskettmyheart @lurkz @queercapwriting @chi-writes @marinawolf @lena-in-a-red-dress @cblgblog @wizardofahz

Also @bluepotati j'ai aucun souvenirs de si tu écris des fics parfois ou non ? Je te tag sans te tagger.

[benjinoff13]

it’s so weird cause on here i swear there are only like 3 people left that ship blackhill but then when you look on tiktok and ao3 there’s literal tenths of thousands of blackhill shippers?? WHERE ARE ALL THESE PEOPLE

[riveramorylunar]

Pairings: Joker Maria Hill x Psychiatrist/Harley Quinn Reader, Joker Natasha Romanoff x Psychiatrist/Harley Quinn Reader, Joker Maria Hill x Joker Natasha Romanoff, Joker Blackhill x Psychiatrist/Harley Quinn Reader & Chato Santana(El Daiblo) x Adopted Sister Reader

Warnings ⚠️: Knives, Guns, Other Weapons, Blood, Psychotic Behavior, Murders, Killing, Scars, Height Difference, Age Difference, Acid, Asylum, Violence, Fire, Explosions, Smoking, Alcohol Consumption, Motorcycle Crash, Chaotic Love, Theft, Arson & City on fire

Pet Names/Nicknames: Doll, Darlin, Pretty Girl, Peach, Doll-face & Mar

Word Count: 2,736

They were the kings and queen of Gotham. If anyone disrespected their queen they'd be dead. They were the perfect chaotic couple.

Y/N was a psychiatrist at Arkham Asylum. She was the best one there. She was assigned to the clowns themselves. Psychotic people who loved to kill and explode things up. Sometimes even make jokes at inappropriate times. They had scars on both of their faces on the sides of their mouths. One had red hair and emerald green eyes while the other had Black hair and brown eyes. They had many tattoos most of them were matching tattoos. They both had snake bite piercings while the black haired one had a double eyebrow piercing. Their real names were Natasha Romanoff and Maria Hill. Maria was more crazy than Natasha so she had to be locked up in a cushioned room so she wouldn't hurt herself or anyone else.

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"Well aren't you looking cute today doll" Natasha said as she watched Y/N walk in. "Hello Natasha" Y/N said as she sat down across from Natasha. When Y/N looked up she already saw Natasha looking at her with a smile. "Do you need anything before we get started today" Y/N said as she looked back down at her clipboard. "A gun" Natasha stated causing Y/N to look up. As the two looked at each other Y/N started falling even more in love with the woman sitting in front of her. "Come on can't you do this one little thing for me no one will know it was you" Natasha said and Y/N frowned before she looked away. "Please it's just a simple request do it for me please" Natasha begged and Y/N looked back up before looking straight into Natasha's eyes.

Gunfire was heard all over the asylum. The guards were all dead as most of the patients were free. Some of the nurses and doctors were dead or tied up. "Natasha where are we going" Y/N said as she was getting dragged by Natasha. "Underground to get someone" She said and Y/N's eyes widened in shock immediately knowing who Natasha was talking about. Before Y/N could get a word out Natasha shoved her against the wall before grabbing her by the neck. "I know what you're gonna say and I don't give a shit about it she's my girlfriend I don't care if she's crazier than me" Natasha growled out before letting go of Y/N's neck. Y/N coughed as she grabbed her neck. "Now unlocked the damn door I don't have all day darlin" Natasha said and Y/N grabbed her card before swiping the scanner. The door to the underground floor opened and the two made their way down the long flight of stairs.

They got to the bottom of the stairs and started walking through the long hall that had metal doors on each side. Y/N jumped when one of the patients banged their hands against their door. Natasha smirked at that before grabbing her by the wrist. "Come on" Natasha said as she pulled Y/N with her until they reached the end. Natasha stopped in front of the last metal door and peaked through the bar window. "Hey Mar I'm here to break you out" Natasha said and Y/N heard rustling before someone appeared on the other side of the door. "Tasha how did you get free" Maria said and Natasha stepped aside before shoving Y/N forward. "I had a little help" Natasha said before chuckling. Maria chuckled as well before she looked Y/N straight in the eyes. "Unlock the door" Natasha demanded and Y/N looked up at her with a glare. "I don't have to do what you say" Y/N said and Natasha cackled before her eyes darkened. "Would you rather me kill you instead" Natasha asked and Y/N clenched her jaw before swiping her key card in the scanner. As the door unlocked it was slid open harshly causing Y/N to jump back. Natasha's gun clattered to the ground as she was pulled into Maria's arms. Y/N watched as the two kissed. She looked away as her face flushed.

Natasha was the first to pull away before looking over at Y/N. "You should leave this place so the others don't know you helped us" Natasha said and Maria scoffed. "Why do you care if she gets caught" Maria said looking at her redheaded girlfriend. "Because I like her that's why" Natasha said and Maria rolled her eyes before bending down and picking the gun up. She grabbed Natasha by the hand before walking past Y/N. Maria stopped when they were a couple feet away. "Aren't you coming Doctor" Maria said causing Y/N to rush up to them. Natasha smiled before turning back around. Maria leaned in and whispered something in Natasha's ear causing Natasha to clench her jaw tightly.

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"Chato I did something terrible and I don't know what to do" Y/N said as she walked into the kitchen of her house. Chato looked up to see his adopted younger sister on the verge of panicking. "What happened" he said as he stood up before walking over to Y/N. "I helped the two most crazy villains escape and I don't know what to do now" Y/N said as her hands started shaking. Chato stood there frozen for awhile until he snapped out of it. "Why would you do something like that Y/N" He said sternly and Y/N looked up at him. "I- I don't know something in me just wanted to help them" Y/N stuttered out. Chato stayed silent as he sat down in his chair. Y/N watched as her older brother rubbed his face while sighing.

"Do you love them" Chato said after a while. He looked up at Y/N who was looking at him with wide eyes now. "What no are you crazy, what made you think that" Y/N slightly shouted out. "Did they force you to help them escape" he asked as he stood up from his chair. "N-no they didn't force me to do anything" Y/N stuttered out. "Answer this question then. Did you help them because you're in love with them and wanted to make them happy" he asked and Y/N lowered her head while biting down on her cheek. "You do don't you" Chato asked and Y/N took a minute before nodding her head. Chato sighed before standing up and resting his hands on Y/N's shoulders.

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Y/N was racing through traffic on her brother's motorcycle trying to catch up to the car that had the two Jokers in it. She sped past them before swerving and crashing the motorcycle. She got up from the ground and stood frozen in place. Maria saw and slammed on the brake right in front of Y/N. Maria got out and slammed her door shut as cars went in the other lane honking. "What the hell is wrong with you" Maria shouted as Natasha got out of the passenger seat. "Y/N what are you doing get out of our way" Natasha said and Y/N clenched her fists together. "I'm not moving" Y/N said and Maria smirked before she walked back to her car. "Maria don't" Natasha said causing Maria to stop. "Why she's not going to move like she said" Maria growled out and Natasha ignored her as she walked up to Y/N. Natasha grabbed Y/N's wrists tightly before yanking her forward. "What do you want. Money? Weapons? Cars? Clothes?" Natasha asked and Y/N looked up into Natasha's eyes.

"I want to join you guys" Y/N said as she pulled on her wrists to try and get free from Natasha's grip. Maria froze as she looked at Natasha. Natasha froze as well as she just stared down at Y/N. After a couple seconds Natasha's eyes darkened before she smirked. "Would you do anything for us" Natasha said causing Maria to snap out of it. "Yes" Y/N muttered out and Maria had a slight smirk on her face. "I'd do anything for you even if it means I have to kill someone" Y/N said and Maria barked out a laugh as she walked up to her. Y/N looked over to see Maria smirking wickedly. "Is that so" Maria said and Y/N nodded her head. Maria walked around Y/N before leaning down. "You want to rule Gotham city with us" Maria purred into Y/N's ear causing Y/N to shiver. "Yes" Y/N said and Maria smirked before looking at Natasha who looked back at her. "Well then you have to do a couple things for us if you want to rule beside us" Natasha said before dropping her hands from around Y/N's wrists. "And what would that be" Y/N asked. "Well tell you soon enough Peach" Maria said before walking past Y/N.

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"WHY AM I NOT ALLOWED TO JOIN YOU YET I'VE DONE EVERYTHING YOU'VE ASKED ME TO IN THE PAST MONTHS" Y/N shouted, her voice echoing through the chemical factory the three were in. Natasha and Maria were standing in front of her a couple feet away. Natasha rolled her eyes as she shoved her hands into her pockets and looked away. Maria chuckled before it turned into a light that made Y/N's skin crawl. "Did you really think it would be that easy Doll-face" Maria said after her laughing episode stopped. She took out her blue knife and walked up to Y/N. Maria grabbed Y/N's jaw tightly and made Y/N look directly into her eyes. "All that needs to be done is cut your pretty little face up to look like ours" Maria said before smirking as she pressed the tip of her knife against the side of Y/N's mouth. Y/N's eyes widened in shock as she grabbed Maria's wrists. "Maria stop it" Natasha finally said and Maria chuckled slightly before pulling the knife back. Maria pushed up her rimless glasses before gripping Y/N's jaw tightly.

"Would you die for us" Maria said and Y/N looked at Natasha before looking back at Maria. "Yes" Y/N said without hesitation. Maria's eyes darkened "would you live for us" she asked and Y/N said yes again. "Careful Doll-face" Maria said as she covered Y/N's mouth before leaning in. Do not say this oath thoughtlessly. Desire becomes Surrender. Surrender Becomes Power" Maria purred the last word out before letting go. Natasha looked over to see the two staring at each other. "Do you want this" Natasha spoke and Y/N looked over at her before nodding her head and said I do.

Maria and Natasha looked at each other before looking back over to where Y/N was to see her falling backwards. They both heard a splash as they walked over to the edge. Natasha stood there as Maria started walking away. Natasha looked over at her girlfriend to see her groan before taking her glasses off and her tailcoat. She dropped them to the ground before walking to the edge and jumping down. Natasha smirked as she stepped a few feet away from the edge. "I knew you liked her Mar" Natasha whispered. Maria emerged from the acid holding Y/N in her arms. She leaned down kissing Y/N on the lips causing Y/N's eyes to snap open. She wrapped her arms around Maria's shoulders as the kiss deepened. Maria pulled back and smiled down at Y/N. "Let's set the world on fire" Maria muttered out and Y/N pulled Maria back down into a kiss.

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Chato had joined the trio not long after Y/N became the queen of Gotham. They were the perfect villain squad. They set fire to everything that was in their way. They burned cities and towns down with the help of Chato's powers. Y/N was known as the doctor who fell in love with the Jokers and became their partner in crime. They did everything together. Some people might say that they were the best Chaotic couple and to be honest they were.

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The four of them were in the villain club on the edge of Gotham city laughing and dancing. Chato was off flirting with a girl of course. Maria wrapped her arm around Y/N pulling her back flush against her as she leaned down. She took the cigarette out of her mouth before kissing Y/N on the lips. Y/N wrapped her arm around Maria's neck as Natasha walked up to the two. She took the cigarette out of Maria's fingers causing the black haired woman to look at her. She smiled into the kiss as she watched Natasha take a drag of it before dropping it to the ground and stepping on it. Maria pulled away before grabbing the class Natasha had. She downed the drink before groaning as it traveled down her throat. "Having fun doll" Natasha purred out as she was standing in front of Y/N now. Y/N looked up with a slightly blurry vision before she smiled. "Yeah" Y/N muttered out and Natasha leaned in and whispered into her ear. "Why don't we get out of here and steal some stuff and maybe set some stuff on fire" Natasha purred out causing Y/N to shiver before nodding her head. Natasha pulled back with a smirk as her eyes darkened. She grabbed Y/N's hand before dragging her through the crowd with Maria behind them.

They walked through the doors of a jewelry store, Natasha and Maria pulling out their guns as Y/N dragged her bat behind her. "Everyone get out" Natasha shouted and everyone screamed before running out. Maria tripped one of the people causing them to fall to the ground face first. Y/N started laughing first as she leaned down with her head tilted. "You should really watch where you're going or I won't hesitate to bash your head in with my bat kay mr" Y/N said and the man scrambled up before dashing off. The three walked up and looked at the person that was behind the counter. "What's the most expensive Ruby and Sapphire thing you have" Natasha said as she laid her gun down on the glass counter with the barrel pointed towards the seller. "Oh uh that'd 4 grand 2 grand each" the seller said and Maria started laughing. "We don't want to know the price, hand them over or we'll kill you" Natasha said and the seller gulped before rushing off.

When the seller disappeared Maria smashed the top of the glass counter and grabbed a handful of jewelry. She put it in the bag she had. The seller came running back out holding the pieces of jewelry. "Uh here you go" she said and Natasha snatched the two jewelry pieces before Maria shot the woman in the head. "Let's go" Natasha said as she grabbed Y/N's hand before making a run for it right as they heard police sirens blaring down the street. The three ran through an alleyway before stopping. "Hold on Y/N" Natasha said as she turned around. Maria grabbed the ruby necklace and put it around Y/N's neck as Natasha clasped the sapphire bracelet around Y/N right wrist.

"Beautiful" Natasha muttered out before kissing Y/N on the lips. "Now let's go set fire pretty girl" Natasha said after pulling away and the other two smiled.

They had set fire to three different buildings while laughing in Gotham before running off. As most of the firefighters and police were busy the three had their fun. They were on a rooftop on one of the tallest buildings. Maria grabbed Y/N by the waist pulling her close before kissing her. As the two were kissing Natasha walked over and wrapped her arms around Y/N from behind before kissing her neck. "Nothing will ever stop us from being the kings and queen of Gotham city" Natasha muttered out as she grabbed onto Maria's free hand. "Nothing will" Natasha said again as Maria and Natasha looked at each other.

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[writerslittlelibrary]

Ok so blackhill x daughter reader

So Natasha and Maria have been stressed lately and on a mission we keep calling them lil mama and mom (I don’t know which nicknames you want) and some agents (avengers don’t because they are used to) snicker about that. (Don’t get me wrong they love when we call them that no matter the situation and will beat up anybody who laughs at that but now due to the stress they can’t) so they kind of snap at us telling us that we have to adress them with respect.

Now the angst 😈 then some days after that mission we get kidnapped and HYDRA got a device that made us see that our mothers were torturing us. So we got tortured irl but saw that Natasha and Maria did it.

Then when they finally get to where we are (some time has to pass) we start to back up frightened and start saying things like “please miss romanoff please don’t hurt me more miss romanoff” (yk like begging but calling them that) and Natasha is startled and says “what did you call me?” So we get even more frightened and kind of scream “I’m sorry black widow I’m sorry please no more please” also when we are in the compound every time we see them we get duper frightened. And they have to make a lot of effort and rehabilitation to get us back to our past shelf.

I don’t know if this makes sense at all. I’m sorry if it doesn’t

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We are your mothers

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part 2

pairing: Blackhill x daughter reader

warnings: yelling, Natasha and Maria being stupid for a second, torture

genre: angst

words: 1370

a/n: I finally finished a fic, yay😎 hope you like it :)

You do not have my permission to repost, copy or translate my work 

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Going on a mission with your moms seemed exciting at first. You and Natasha had spoken about it a lot, and while she was unsure of you joining them, she was proud of you.

Two days in and excitement had died down, now walking on eggshells every time you talked with your moms. They were stressed. Very stressed. The past couple of days hadn’t been easy on them and they carried a lot of responsibility and had a lot on their plate. You tried to help them, but Maria had just ended up telling you to go somewhere else.

You knew it had nothing to do with you, but it still hurt.

To make the whole situation worse, people had been laughing behind your back, and sometimes right in your face due to the fact you called your moms by their names, mom and mama. The other agents made fun of it and you found it annoying but mainly ignored it. You knew they were just some stupid agents, you just wished they’d shut up. 

Today wasn’t any different. All of you were working on finding information, hacking into computers and trying to find out where Hydra was going to hit next. 

“Hey mama, I think I found something,” you said, typing something in the laptop while you tried to secure a location. You heard an agent snicker, and you knew Natasha had heard it too, but she seemed to ignore it. She walked over to you, leaning down to look at the laptop. 

“This proves nothing, y/n. Please take this seriously,” she said, walking back to your mom. You sighed in annoyance, and leaned back into your chair. 

“I am taking this seriously mama. Why wouldn’t I? I know it’s serious, but I really thought I had something-” “Well you didn’t, and you need to start being more respectful. We are not at home. Address us properly,” Natasha interrupted, typing something into her own computer. 

You looked at your mom pleadingly, but Maria just shook her head and went on with her own work. “You could’ve just told me that. No need to yell!” you replied back to Natasha, who looked at you really pissed. “Go take yourself for a walk, and don’t even dare coming back until you’ve remembered your manners!” Natasha replied angrily, and you could hear some agents snickering. 

You stood up aggressively, pushing your chair back and storming out of the room, ignoring your moms scolding you heard. 

You walked outside for a while, the cool autumn air helping to calm your nerves. You felt odd, though, but you couldn’t really explain it. You kept looking behind you, feeling as though someone was following you. When the feeling got worse, you reached for your phone, dialing your mom who, stupidly, ignored your call. You cursed yourself quietly, calling your mama, who, surprisingly, picked up. 

“What?” you heard your mama say, hearing the annoyance in her voice. “I think I’m being followed…” you replied softly, checking behind you again. 

“Where are you?” you heard Natasha ask, her voice suddenly sounding concerned and panicked. “I’m at-” “Hello? y/n?! Answer me!” Natasha yelled through the phone, but you were knocked out cold. 

Natasha immediately grabbed Maria’s attention, explaining what happened. The entire mission was thrown around, now solely focussed on finding you.

Meanwhile, you were being dragged into a van, which drove you to a Hydra base. You were still knocked out when they placed you into a dark room, strapping you down to a chair and quickly injecting you with a serum.

Once you woke up, the room was dark, and your mind felt foggy. You couldn’t remember what happened, but when you went to reach for your head you found out your arms and legs were tied. You panicked, frantically trying to get yourself loose but to no avail. Once you stopped struggling, the door opened, and two figures walked in.

You blinked a few times, not trusting your mind, before you realized it was your moms standing in front of you. “Mama! Mom! Please help me!” you pleaded with them, tugging on the restraints.

They didn’t move from their spot, instead who you thought was Maria lifted her arm, a strike hitting you in the face. “Address us properly,” she demanded, waiting for your answer. Your head swept to the side and tears stung in your eyes. “What?...” you questioned quietly, barely above a whisper. Another strike hit your cheek, this time Maria grabbed your hair, yanking your head back.

“Address us properly,” she demanded again, Natasha now stepping closer too.

You shook your head to the best of your abilities, tears running down your cheeks. “Mom please, don’t get it…” you cried, another slap landing on your cheek. 

It had been days, and you were beaten and bruised and barely alive. Every few hours, a guy would come to inject you with a blue serum. It didn’t hurt, but it made your brain feel foggy and made you see things that weren’t really there. 

Your moms had been coming into the room constantly, torturing you and laughing at you, making fun of you. 

You were terrified, but completely obedient to whatever they told you. You had been moved into another room a few days ago, this one with a bed, or rather a mattress, a very thin mattress, on the floor. Your ankle was attached to a chain, which was attached to the wall.

You were shaking and starving, your wounds hurting more than anything you’d ever experienced. 

Little did you know your real moms had been doing anything in their power to try and find you. They had gone over every possible Hydra base, skipping sleep and going through every possible file and document to try and locate you, and tonight, they did.

It was late when your cell door opened, and your moms once again walked in. “y/n,” you heard a relieved sigh, but you didn’t dare look at them. 

You kept your eyes on the ground, sitting up straight and keeping quiet, just like you’d been taught. Natasha ran up to you, laying her hand on your shoulder to try and assess the damage, but you flinched away from her touch, trying to make yourself as small as possible.

“Please…” you cried out. “No more… please miss Romanoff no more…” 

Natasha hesitated in her movement, making eye contact with Maria, who was slowly approaching. “What did you just call me?” Natasha asked surprised, and she, nor Maria didn’t miss the way that sentence made you flinch and made yourself even smaller. 

“I’m sorry Black Widow. I’m sorry, please don’t hurt me. I’m sorry, I’m sorry…” you cried out, tears violently streaming down your face. 

Maria tried to approach you as well, but you flinched away from her as well.

Natasha had tears running down her cheeks, seeing you so afraid of her, too terrified to even look at her. Meanwhile, Maria called for back-up. Soon after, Yelena entered the room, followed by Clint. Natasha was sitting against a wall, her head leaning on it as she cried soundlessly, Maria sitting next to her, tears in her eyes as well.

You were sitting across for them, still covering your face with your arms and you tried to shield yourself.

Yelena slowly approached you, her hands raised as she crouched down next to you. “Baby spider…?” she asked carefully, taking note of your form relaxing slightly as you heard her voice. “Baby spider it’s me. It’s auntie Yelena. Can I help you with your wounds please?”

Seeing as though you made no move to get away from her, she came closer, hugging you tight as she checked your wounds. You finally broke down, feeling safe in the familiar arms of the russian.

Clint helped Natasha and Maria, getting them up and then breaking the chain you were attached to. Yelena lifted you up, taking you to the Quinjet, while your moms were left in that room. They saw your terrible state as Yelena carried you away, and silently cried, knowing this happened only because they got mad over you calling them mom, knowing you’d probably ever call them that again. 

a/n: I might rewrite this ending or make a part two cause, yikes.

part 2

[ncis-nerd]

100 followers celebration

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thank you to all the lovely people who enjoy my presence here and interact with my work. in honor of all of you, i am doing something special.

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celebratory fics:

𓏲 ๋࣭ ࣪ ˖Hungry - Marvel, Blackhill x Reader.

a fancy dinner where our two lovely boss ladies cannot take their hands off you. you're all dressed up and so perfect for them. (warnings: smut, exhibitionism, public sex, very brief reference to politics, pet names, praise, degradation, fingering (r receiving, nat giving), dom blackhill, sub r, r has a uterus, r is referred to as she.)

𓏲 ๋࣭ ࣪ ˖So Long London - Marvel, Carol x Reader.

angsty heartbreak!!

𓏲 ๋࣭ ࣪ ˖New AU!!! The Writer, The Artist and The Mediocre

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note: this will not affect the grey november au! the fics that are on the masterpost are already written and scheduled to post on their given dates!

[cookie-sheet-toboggan]

Not quite sure about the ship name, but the two MCU women in your header for the ship ask, please!

Maria Hill x Hope Van Dyne aka Hill of Hope

Why I ship them? Oh boy, it all started with Cobie Smulders as Commander Hill in the MCU. It was love at first sight. I already loved Cobie as Robin from 'How i Met your Mother', but in the MCU she was somehow hotter and gayer. I Instantly jumped on the lesbian!Hill bandwagon. Problem was, the only character to ship her with was Black Widow and I just don't care for ScarJo!Black Widow. She's like the epitome of the straight male gaze, and it didn't help that she was the only female character in the Avengers (at that time), so not only was she "the sexy girl" she was also "the lone girl in a party of all men." Basically, I enjoy what the BlackHill fandom has made out of the ship, but it never quite did it for me cuz only truly loving one of the characters of a ship, make an OTP, it does not.

Fast forward to the Ant-Man and the Wasp movie. I very much dislike the Hope/Scott ship because it was forced/doesn't make sense (like every Hollywood movie where the one boy and the one girl end up together because they're both attractive and that's all it takes), and on top of it all, Hope's character suffers "Trinity Syndrome" over and over again (god the MCU is just rooted in sexism). But saying that, Jesus Christ, Hope is so fucking cool and full of potential, but is constantly held back by her father and dragged down by Scott. But then it hit me!! SHE would be a perfect match for Maria! They would uplift each other, see each other's potential, push the other. So that's what I wrote my first (the first) Hill of Hope fanfic about in Quantum Entanglement.

Thank you so much for the ask!! I know I got rambly but I almost never get to talk about them because our ship is just a blow up dinghy. But we're always looking for new people to join.... more like desperate for more people to join 🙃

[arlana-likes-to-write]

A Christmas Outing

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Now, this one got a way from me and I didn't mean for it to be this long but here we go. Also, did I write this story, see a Natasha one shot on tik tok and immediately get an idea for a chapter length Blackhill daughter story? Yes, yes I did. Well I write it. Maybe one day after I write my other 100s of ideas. Ugh! I need to find a job to pay me for writing.

Summary: You are the newly adopted daughter of Maria Hill and Natasha Romanoff. They want to give you a perfect Christmas day filled with everything you’ve missed but even the holiday season won’t keep the bad guys away.

Warnings: implied sexual abuse/rape, implied child abuse, kidnapping, torture, injury, reader is a mutant with no control of her powers, adopted child. 

Word Count: 5K

You walked into the kitchen, rubbing the sleep out of your eyes. Maria was in the kitchen, cooking French toast. You liked the smell of cinnamon, it was a smell you were associating with Maria and Natasha. “Morning,” The agent said, looking over her shoulder as you sat down at the bar stool. “How did you sleep?” She put a glass of milk in front of you.

“Good actually.” you said, taking a sip. You weren’t crazy about milk but Helen said it would be a good idea to include in your diet because of how malnourished you were. The couple adopted you 2 months ago but you’ve known them and the other Avengers for closer to 6 months. Before that you bounced around foster homes, no one seemed to want you. To every adult, you were rude, difficult to handle, and an unhappy child. At 13, you were part of the foster population that parents didn’t want to adopt. That was until you were caught trying to pick pocket Natasha. Not your brightest moment. “I slept through the night. No nightmares.” Maria smiled as she placed a plate of French toast down. You poured syrup on them.

“Good, I’m glad. That’s great news.”

“Where is Nat?” You asked, cutting into the food and taking a bite. It was good. You did a little happy dance in your seat. Maria tried to hide her smile behind her coffee cup.

“She had some Avenger stuff she had to finish before we went out.” You nodded. It was the first day both the Avenger and the agent had since the court date. They tried to form their schedule so at least one of them would be home with you. You didn’t mind as long as they came home in one piece. Since it was December and Christmas was right around the corner, the couple wanted to take you shopping. They kept the agenda ‘need to know’ as Natasha called it. After you were done eating, you helped Maria with the dishes and excused yourself to get ready for the day.

You took a quick shower and decided on black jeans and a red flannel that Wanda bought for you. The weather was still nice in New York City. When you walked out of your room, Natasha was making herself a coffee. “Good morning, milyy.” You stopped at the familiar Russian word.

“Milyy means sweetie, right?” You asked, filling a glass with water and taking your vitamins. It was easier for you to read and write Russian than speak it. But you thought it was a good idea to learn the language since so many people at the tower spoke it.

“Yes, it is.” Natasha said. “You keep it up, you'll speak the language better than me and Bucky.” You rolled your eyes.

“You and Bucky are the reason she wants to speak the language in the first place.” Maria said, coming up behind her wife and kissed her on the cheek. You faked a gag in your water which earned you a playful glare from the agent. “She just wants to be able to understand what you guys say behind Steve’s back.” You shrugged.

“It’s an added bonus.” Natasha smirked, shaking her head.

“Ready to go?” The Black Widow questioned. You nodded, walking to the front door to put on your sneakers.

“Do I get to know what we are doing?”

“Not yet.” You pouted. You weren’t a big fan of surprises.

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Central Park was your first spot. You were surprised that they wanted to take you to such a public place. The public knew that the couple adopted you but they wanted their privacy. A small section of Central Park had a pop up Christmas village. You lead the couple around the market with a hot chocolate in your hand to every small stone. You were fascinated with every little thing each vendor sold. You were too nervous to ask them to get you something but as you walked away to head into the park, Maria walked up next to you handing you a red beanie you were looking at you. “Just ask, okay?” She said. You nodded, ignoring the guilt that ran through you as you placed it on.

“Still learning too.” You whispered. She gave you an understanding smile.

“And you’ve made amazing progress since I first met you.” She said, slinging her around over your shoulders and pulled you into a side hug. “I’m proud of you.”

“Thanks.” They brought you over to the ice skating rink next. You sat down on the bench to take off your sneakers. “You know I’ve never stepped foot on an ice rink before.” You told the couple.

“And I’m married to a Russian and former ballerina,” Maria said. “You won’t be the only one that will look like a fool.” You and Natasha laughed.

“It will be fun.” The Black Widow said. “I’ll hold both of your hands the entire time.” She was right, ice skating was a lot of fun and Maria was a lot better at it then she led on. Natasha held on tight to your hand as she led you around the ice. “I’m going to let go of your hands, okay?” You nodded as the Russian let go of your hand. You put your arms out to help with your balance. “Look! You are a natural.” Natasha cheered as you caught yourself on the wall, the force knocked the air out of your lungs. The couple stopped next to you.

“That-that’s fun.” You said slightly out of breath. “I think I need to start working out more.” Maria laughed.

“We’ll set up a workout routine with Steve.” Your eyes went wide at the mention of working out with the super soldier.

“I said work out not die!”

“He’d go easy on you.” Natasha said. You rolled your eyes.

“Sure he would.” After ice skating, lunch was a quick stop at a pizza shop. You loved pizza. It was food you could eat every single day if Maria and Natasha would let you. Once pizza was eaten, they took you to a small Christmas tree farm.

“Pick one.” Natasha. You looked at her in disbelief.

“I can pick the tree.” Maria nodded. Oh. You looked around the tree farm. “It’s going in the living room, right?”

“Yup, right by the TV.” Okay, that was good to know so you knew how big the tree needed to be. This was a tough decision to make. You walked around the farm a few times before deciding on a tree.

“Is this the one?” Natasha asked. You nodded happily. “Good choice, kid.” You smiled at the praise. You watched as Maria and Natasha paid for the tree. A weird and warm feeling was bubbling in your chest. Your family. You were grateful for the agent and the Avenger for saving you.

*

You walked out of your bedroom after changing out of your jeans into a comfy pair of sweatpants. Maria and Natasha were stringing Christmas lights around the tree, the record was playing soft music. “Catch.” Natasha said, throwing you a Santa hat. You put it on with a laugh and joined the couple. Once the lights were on, Maria opened up a box of ornaments. It was quick work to put the ornaments on the tree. Next it was time to decorate the apartment. More Christmas lights went up and the stockings were hung on the electric fireplace.

“Can we make cookies?”  You asked.

“Of course.” Natasha said. It was Natasha’s confirmation that led everyone into the kitchen. Sugar cookies were decided. You were measuring the flour when Natasha walked behind you. She stuck her finger into the flour and whipped it on your face. You gasped.

“This is war.” You said, putting your hand into the flour and threw it at the Black Widow. It landed some on her and on the floor as Natasha dogged your flour attack. You went for another attack.

“Children.” Maria warned. Her tone caused you and Natasha to freeze. Natasha gave you a look as she went over to her wife. She wrapped her arms around her wife, keeping her in place.

“I’m sorry, moya lyubov’.” Natasha said. She sent you a small nod. You gathered flour into your hand and threw it at Maria. She couldn’t move as Natasha kept her trap. The agent’s face and shirt was covered in flour. You laughed at the stunned look on her face.

“Oh it’s so on.” A flour fight soon erupted into the kitchen. It was 1 v. 1 v. 1 for a good portion of the fight until Natasha grabbed onto you and held you as Maria dumped flour onto you. You laughed, it was getting hard to breath as you and the couple fell to the kitchen floor covered in flour. “We are never making cookies again.” Maria laughed. You were leaning against them trying to catch your breath.

“We didn’t even make the cookies!” Natasha countered. “We just made a mess.” You giggled.

“It’s your fault.” You said, pointing at the Black Widow. “You started it.” Natasha gasped in mock offense.

“How dare you.” She said, tickling your sides. You just got done laughing but the Black Widow sent into another laughing fit.

“Nat - stop - please.” You laughed, trying to escape her grasp. “No - please - Maria - help. Help!” The agent grabbed onto her wife and allowed you to escape. You placed a hand on your chest. “You are cleaning the kitchen.”

“Yeah, yeah whatever.” Natasha smiled. The kitchen was cleaned, the cookies were made, and a Christmas movie began to play on the TV. Your head rested on Maria’s lap while you ate a cookie and watched The Polar Express. Natasha was cuddled up on Maria’s other side. Today was good, it was a great day.

*

“Are you sure you are going to be okay?” Natasha asked for the 3rd time. You sighed, pinching the bridge of your nose. You were sitting on the couch, working on your homework. They decided to homeschool you. The couple had a meeting today for an upcoming mission that required both of them.

“Yes, it’s just a meeting.” You said. They didn’t like leaving you home alone. Maria walked out of their shared bedroom. “I know the rules. Don’t open the door if someone knocks. Set the alarm and call you if anything happens.”

“Are you sure you don’t want to come to the tower with us?” Maria asked, that was the 2nd time she asked that. You shook your head.

“I have homework to do and I’ll get distracted at the tower.” You weren’t wrong. If Peter and Kate were there then you would get nothing done. You stood up and walked over to them. “I’ll be fine, I promise.” Natasha sighed.

“We’ll be back as soon as we can.”

“Say hi to everyone for me.” Maria opened the door.

“Figure out what you want for dinner tonight.” You saluted her.

“Aye, aye captain.”

“And not pizza.” You pouted.

“Fine. Now go.” You pushed them out of the apartment. “Steve gets upset when you are late.” They said their goodbyes and you closed the door; locking the door and setting the alarm. You walked back to the couch and flopped back down. You continued to read. You weren’t sure how long it was until someone knocked on the door. You stared at the door above your book and stayed quiet but the knocking continued. Before you could reach for your phone, the door blew off the hinges. You screamed and scrambled off the couch as masked men entered the apartment. You ran to Natasha’s and Maria’s room as they had access to the fire escape. But you didn’t make it as arms grabbed onto you. You fought against the strong arms but they didn’t let go. Soon you felt a pinch on your neck and the world went black.

*

Natasha was annoyed as she sat in the conference room. Her arms were crossed against her chest and the only thing keeping her from yelling at Steve and Tony was Maria’s on her leg. She knew her job was important but each day she spent with Maria and you in their small apartment she valued motherhood instead of Avenging. Her and Maria have talked about retiring but it felt like everything time the conversation was brought up, they were pulled back into the fight. She sighed, this meeting could have been an email. “I apologize for the interruption,” The AI said. “But the alarm at Mrs. Romanoff-Hill’s apartment has been triggered.

“Show us the security footage, FRIDAY.” Natasha said before Steve could say anything. The AI complied and pulled up a hologram of their security footage. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary at first. They were watching you read on the couch until a knock interrupted the quiet apartment. You didn’t move to go answer it, one of the rules. You continued to read and when another knock happened you reached for your phone but the door blew off the hinges. Natasha and Maria stood up, knocking their chairs over. The Black Widow would remember the sound of your screams. You tried to run but the masked individuals grabbed onto you and injected into your neck. You went limp. As fast as they entered, they left with you. Natasha saw red.

“FRIDAY, find her.” Tony ordered the AI.

“On it boss.” The AI began to pull up traffic cameras and security footage, following the van around the city. “They must have taken her somewhere with signal jammers.”

“Where did you lose them?” Maria asked, grabbing onto Natasha’s hand.

“They went through the Lincoln Tunnel and that is where the signal goes dark.” There was a heavy silence in the room. “I’m sorry.” It was the first time Natasha heard emotion coming from the AI.

“We’ll find them.” Steve said. “Yelena and Kate, head over to the apartment and see if you can find anything.” They stood up with a nod and left, Yelena gave her sister’s arm a tight squeeze.

“Steve, Maria and I should go and search.” Natasha said. The super soldier shook his head.

“No, you and Maria need to sit down and figure out who is behind this.” Steve said. “They took her to get to you.”

*

You woke up to the feeling of water dripping onto your face. You tried to wipe your face but your hands were chained to the chair you were sitting on. Your eyes darted around the dark room, your mind was transporting you back to foster homes that chained you into basements. Breath. Breath. You were no use to anyone if you sent yourself into a panic attack. The door to the room opened and two men came in. “Well looks who's awake,” His voice was thick with a Spanish accent. “We thought you’d be out a lot longer but the fun can begin.”

“Look,” your voice was rough and your throat was dry. “I’m not sure what is going on but I'm nobody you got the wrong person.”

“Oh I don’t think we do, conejita (little bunny),” He said as he was handed a folder. You didn’t know what he called you but you didn’t like how he said it. Maybe you’ll add Spanish to the list of languages you’d learn if you made it out alive. “You are the daughter of Maria Hill and Natasha Romanoff.” He pulled out a piece of paper and showed you it. It was a picture of you and Maria in Central Park with her arm around you. He dropped it to the ground and pulled out the next one, it was of you and Natasha at the ice rink. He kept showing you pictures from that day; at the pizza shop, the Christmas village, and the Christmas Tree Farm.

“What do you want with them?” You asked. He smiled.

“Look how smart you are,” he said. “Your parents arrested someone very important to me.” He pointed to himself. “To his people.” He pointed to the man next to him. “We want him back and in return they’ll get their daughter.”

“Maybe your little messiah shouldn’t have gotten caught.” You said. “He should have been better.” The punch came as a surprise as blood filled your mouth. He grabbed onto your neck forcing you to look back.

“You need to watch your tongue,” you nodded. He didn’t let go of your throat as it became harder to breathe. “Let’s give your mommies a call.”

*

“Can you please stop pacing?” Maria asked as she was typing at her computer. She was going through all the missions she’s worked on alongside her wife. The list was long but it was a start.

“I can’t,” Natasha said. “I can’t sit still knowing someone has her.” She finally stopped pacing to look at Maria. “We’ve made a lot of people angry over the years.” It was true. They’ve stopped dictators, confiscated millions of dollars in weapons and drugs, and saved hundreds from imprisonment. Maria stood up and took Natasha's hands in hers.

“You're right. But they took her alive which means they want something and they will call,” Maria kissed Natasha’s forehead. “We will find her. We will bring her home.” Natasha nodded, capturing Maria’s lips with hers in a short kiss.

“I knew we shouldn't have gone to that meeting.” Natasha mumbled. Maria chuckled.

“It totally could have been an email.” The door opened but the couple didn’t separate, Maria saw Wanda standing there.

“Yelena and Kate are back,” She said. “They found something.” They walked back to the conference room quickly. It was filled with the team, all determined to get you back.

“What did you find?” Natasha asked her sister. Yelena pulled out a cloth with a design on it. Maria’s blood went cold.

“We think during the struggle this got ripped off.” Yelena said.

“They were efficient,” Kate added. “They were in and out before the cops arrived.

“Do you recognize the symbol?” Steve asked. The symbol in question was the moon in its waning crescent phase with a snake wrapped around it.

“Los Inmortales,” Natasha said, noticing the way Maria froze at the sight. “FRIDAY pull up Hector Rodriguez.” She waited for the AI to pull up the mugshot. Maria kept her eyes trained on the table in front of her. “Hector and his crew were a major weapons dealer that operated at the border between Mexico and Texas. You name it and they did it. Maria went undercover as Hector’s girlfriend.”

“How long were you under for?” Bucky asked.

“2 years,” Maria said. “We were waiting for Hector to reveal who he was selling to.” Maria felt Natasha grab her hand. “If it’s Los Inmortales that have her then they must want Hector to be released from the RAFT.”

“But who would be leading them?” Wanda asked. Maria’s stomach turned. She felt sick.

“It has to be Diego,” she said. “He’s worse than Hector.”

“Boss, you have an income stream request. Do you want to connect?” Tony looked at Maria. She took a steady breath and strengthened her posture, nodding to the billionaire.

“Put it through and trace it immediately.” The AI put the stream through the screen. They saw you sitting in a chair with blood dripping from your mouth.

“Emilia,” Diego said as he came into view. “Or should I say Agent hill, how many names do you have?” He asked. His voice sent a chill through Maria’s spine but she hid it.

“I know what you want, Diego, and you can think again if we are going to let Hector walk free.” She said, ignoring his question.

“Tsk, tsk,” he said, circling you. He placed his hands on your shoulders. “Even at the price of your daughter. We can have so much fun together, just like you and I used to. Do you remember?” Maria’s face was drained of color. “She may not be related to you by blood but I wonder if her screams will sound like yours.”

“Enough of these games,” Natasha said. “Let her go.” Diego smiled, moving his hands across your chest. You flinched, trying to get away from him.

“You are in no room to make demands or did you forget who I have, pequena arana (little spider).” He sighed, before stepping out of the frame and entering with a cattle prod. “My demands are to simply release Hector Rodriguez from the RAFT and we will return your daughter mostly unharmed.” He danced the cattle prod against your skin. You closed your eyes and Maria saw your body tense up.

“She will be unharmed or the deal is off.” Steve said. Diego rolled his eyes.

“We have to show you that we are serious.” He put the cattle prod to your shoulder and turned it on. Your teeth dug into your lip as the electrical pulsed through you. It finally became too much and you screamed.

“Enough.” Natasha said. He turned it off. Your chest was heaving. “We need time.” You looked up and locked eyes with Maria. The conversation around the agent went mute, all she could do was focus on you. You shook your head slightly, giving her a forced smile.

“We aren’t scared of the Avengers.” Diego said. “We are Lost Inmortales. We worship the moon and snake that bind us to this mortal plane for eternity. We will burn you to the ground.” It was if something snapped inside of you, Maria saw it. She knew her wife saw it too as the Black Widow grabbed onto her hand. Your head snapped to look at him at this threat.

“Don’t threaten them.” You said. It was the first time you’ve spoken since the live stream. “I wouldn’t threaten them if I were you.” Your voice was so cold, void of all emotions it startled Maria. The Avengers looked at each other as Diego turned his attention back to you.

“Now why is that?” He asked. You smiled

“Because I’ll kill you.” Maria’s jaw almost dropped. He laughed, shaking his head.

“That is funny, conejita (little bunny). You almost had us all fouled.” Part of Maria knew you weren’t joking. You looked back into the camera, right at Natasha and Maria.

“Sorry.” It was your only warning anyone got before your body turned into a liquid and escaped from your confinements. You reformed quickly but your forearms turned into ice as you grabbed the cattle prod from Diego and ripped it out of his hands. Two men appeared from off screen and charged you. You grabbed one of them by their throats and the ice from your fingertips sliced through his skin. He fell to the floor dead and his blood covered your arm. The other man slammed his body against yours and you hit the wall with a hard smack. Maria could see you stand on one leg and repeatedly knee the man in the stomach. With both hands still covered in ice, you grabbed the man by the shirt and pushed him off you. He stumbled backwards and before he had time to recover, you punched him. The force sent him into the camera. The tripod swayed back and forth before falling to the ground. The footage began to cut in and out, the last thing the Avengers saw was Diego running at you. The room was stunned into silence.

“Did anyone know that mini Agent Widow could do that?” Tony asked. Everyone’s eyes fell onto Natasha and Maria, who were just as stunned.

“The adoption agency just said she was a troubled kid with behavioral issues.” Natasha said. Truth be told, the couple or any of the Avengers never saw any of the behavioral problems that your previous foster parents talked about. You were a sweet kid dealing with a rough hand.

“Her thoughts are always loud,” Wanda said. “But this wasn’t something she thought about.” It didn’t matter to Maria, all that mattered was getting you home safe. Any mutant power would be dealt with besides they were the Avenger, that was the least abnormal thing they’ve seen.

“FRIDAY, did you find her location?” Maria asked.

“Yes, Agent Hill.” The AI said. “ They are at a warehouse in Hoboken. The exact location has been sent to you.”

*

You woke up with a groan. Your body ached and you were laying on the ground staring up at the ceiling. Standing up on shaky legs, you fell against the wall as the room spun around you. But you could see the bodies. You could smell their blood. You were going to be sick. “Conejita,” Maria called him Diego, stood up from the corner he was slumped over in. “That wasn’t nice.” He dragged his body over to you. “We didn’t get to have our fun.” An alarm began to go off but that didn’t deter him. You fell to the ground as he hovered above you. “I didn’t get to tell you all of the things I did to your mommy. She was my favorite, you know? She was my favorite. But I think you could have taken her spot.” He reached out to touch you.

“Get your hands away from my daughter,” Natasha said, running in and pushing him away from you. You had little time to process her sudden appearance as you were pulled into a hug from Maria.

“I’m so happy you're okay.” She said. You froze. She felt you tense up and pulled out of the hug. “Are you hurt? Are you okay?” You stared at her as Steve came in to deal with Diego.

“I’m sorry mom.” You cried. “I’m so sorry.”

“Hey sh, you're okay.” Maria said, whipping away your tears.

“We need to get out here.” You heard Steve say.

“Dorogoy, can you stand and we can get you home?” Natasha asked. You nodded. Maria helped you to your feet and you bit back a groan. It was a blur as Natasha and Maria got you to the Quinjet and Bruce looked you over. He treated the burn on your shoulder from the cattle prod and wanted Helen to check on you. Things were happening around you. People kept coming up to talk to you but you stared blankly ahead. Their mouths were just moving, no words were coming  out. It took a snap from the Black Widow sitting next to you for people to leave you alone. At the tower, Helena gave you pain medication and said something to Maria and Natasha. They took you to their shared suite and you think Maria said the apartment was still an active crime scene.

Away from everyone the tight coil that was building since you stepped onto the Quinjet snapped. You fell to your knees as a sob escaped your lips. Careful hands picked you up and laid you onto the bed. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry.” You kept repeating. “Please don’t send me back.”

“Sh, carina.” Maria said rubbing circles on your back to try to calm you down. “We aren’t sending you back,” You looked at her through your blurry vision.

“You - you aren’t.” You said. Natasha shook your head.

“No, you are our daughter.” You nodded, taking in a slow and deep breath trying to calm yourself down. “Milyy,” Natasha said slowly. “Why did you think we’d give you away?” You sat back, rubbing your hands together.

“Because it’s happened before.” You sighed, not able to look at them. “I can’t control what you say. It only happens when I’m in danger or people I care about are in trouble.” You began to play with the loose treads of the blanket.

“Why didn’t you stop them from taking you?” Maria asked. You shrugged.

“I didn’t want you to find out. I like living with you guys.” You took a deep breath in and let it out finally looking up at them. “You're my moms.” You whispered. “My parents.”

“Yes, we are.” Maria said. “And that means we will be your moms through everything.”

“The good and the bad.” Natasha added. You smiled, whipping away the tears.

“Even if I get kidnapped again.”

“Yeah,” Natasha said, pulling you down to lay between you and Maria. “That’s never happening again.” You sighed, cuddling close to both of them.

“I love you guys.” You whispered, closing your eyes.

“We love you too.”

*

“Wake up, milyy.” Natasha whispered. You groaned, burrowing your face deeper into the pillow. “Come on, it’s Christmas.” You opened your eyes, squinting from the light. Your moms were sitting on your bed.

“Christmas?” You mumbled.

“Yeah,” Maria said with a smile. “We got presents to open then we have to go the tower.”

“The tower?” You haven’t been to the tower since they rescued you from Los Inmortales. Steve gave Natasha and Maria time off once the rest of Diego’s were arrested and sent to the RAFT. During that time you moved apartments, visited Clint in Iowa, and met Melina and Alexei in Ohio. Natasha groaned dramatically, falling on top of you.

“She went to bed and forgot our plans.” You giggled.

“Well, I can’t get up now because someone is on top of me.” You said, pushing Natasha off of you. The Black Widow fell off of you with a ‘huf.’ You sat up, stretching your arms over your head. “Feliz Navidad, mama.” You said, giving Maria a hug. You started learning Spanish right away.

“Merry Christmas.” She hugged you a little tighter.

“S rozdestvom mama (Merry Christmas).” You said to Natasha. She sat up and gave you a hug, kissing you on the cheek.

“Ugh, this is disgusting.” Yelena said. You pulled away from Natasha to look at your aunt. She was wearing plaid Christmas pajamas, similar to the ones you were wearing. It was a Christmas gift from Melina. “Can we open presents already?” You jumped out of bed and followed Yelena to the living room, the eco of your moms laughter followed you. Kate was already sitting on the couch, drinking coffee.

“Merry Christmas, Kate.” You said, hugging her from behind the couch.

“Merry Christmas, kiddo.” You sat down next to her as the rest of your family filled the empty spots in the living room. You smiled, looking at the ground.

“Alright,” Natasha said. “Present time.” Present time. You couldn’t believe you were sitting here with a family that loved you for you on Christmas morning. Yeah, today’s going to be a good day.