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natashaslesbian · 10 months ago

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Hi! How about Nat, Yelena and Wanda stumbling over a young teen while raiding a hydra base. They take her in and try to be the family she never had. Some small angst with fluff

We Can Try

Word Count: 1.9k

Parings: (WandaNat x Teen!Reader) (Yelena x Teen!Reader)

Warnings: Hydra and Red room mentions

A/N• this isn’t proofread as per usual lol (thank you for the request!

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You couldn’t move. The straps were so tight around your waist you felt as though all the air was being squished out of you. The needle was seconds away from your skin when the alarms began, everyone scrambled to investigate what was happening, leaving you stuck in the medical lab. You pushed and pulled with all your strength but the muscle relaxers were already kicking in. It was no use, the sirens were blaring and your ears began to ring.

Upstairs, the avengers were making their way through the base. Natasha and Wanda were far ahead, as Yelena held off the last few guards. Fury had recently received new intel that Hydra was operating in a near by underground base. It was rumoured that another version of the super soldier serum had been developed and was soon to be used on human experimentations. The raid was going well, Steve, Tony and Thor had managed to distract a large number of guards outside, allowing Natasha, Wanda, Yelena and Clint to make it inside. Bruce was waiting behind in the jet incase of a code green. Clint held off more guards from a distance as the girls made their way down to the lower floor.

Yelena sprinted to catch up to her sister and the witch, having taken down a group of guards/scientists. The three of them found the medbay and waited outside. “Wanda we clear?” Natasha said. The witch delved deep into her mind to listen out for any dangers “there’s someone in there” she said, Yelena clocked her gun ready for another fight. “No no” Wanda whispered “I think they’re….they’re afraid” she said, struggling to find the words ‘test subject’ the blonde lowered her gun but kept it close to her incase of an emergency. “Okay, approach with caution, they may have already been injected with the serum” Natasha said.

Yelena was the first to enter, Wanda held the doors open for her incase she needed to attack. The two were followed by Natasha, who stopped dead in her tracks when seeing you. The agents froze as they took in the sight. A young girl, no older than 15, thrashing weakly against restraints, tears landing in a large puddle. “Hey” Natasha gently said. You snapped your gaze towards the agents and immediately switched off your emotions. “It’s okay, we’re here to help” the widow said quietly, as not to startle you. Wanda cautiously approached you, holding up her hands to show that she wasn’t a threat. “Let’s get these off you, yeah?” She said.

Yelena stood guard by the doors as Wanda removed your restraints. “Can you sit up?” the witch asked. You tried your best but your body was too weak. “Wanda” Natasha said, getting her attention “Norflex” she said as she lifted up an empty needle, labelled with the muscle relaxing drug. You felt tears stinging your eyes as you struggled to hide your emotions, your vision was starting to blur and the drowsiness was creeping in. “Alright, I’m gonna carry you okay sweetheart?” Wanda asked. “N-no please” you mumbled “we’re not gonna hurt you” Natasha calmly spoke as she slowly approached “you’re safe now” she said. “M’kay” you stuttered.

Wanda carefully lifted you from the bed, cradling your shaky body in her arms. “You’re okay” the witch cooed. “Tired” you whispered “I know sweetheart, just keep your eyes open for us, just a little longer” Wanda said. The widows led the witch carefully back through the base and back up towards the quinjet. Yelena looked back to check on you, noticing your eyes fluttering closed “Nat” she said. “Crap” Natasha remarked “let’s just get her to Bruce” she said. Wanda picked up her pase as best she could and you carried you onto the jet where she gently placed you down onto the soft bed.

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It was Bruce who made the deduction to sedate you, he said it would be the safest way for him to be able to reverse any effects of the drugs you had been injected with. You were out for around 14 hours, allowing Dr Banner time to take some blood as well as treat your injuries. Wanda and Yelena took turns sitting with you and getting some sleep, Natasha on the other hand refused to leave your side.

In your first moment of conciseness, you figured it had all been a dream and when you opened your eyes you would see the same four grey cold walls. You felt the softness underneath you, it confused you. When Natasha noticed you were stirring, she instructed Yelena to find Wanda. Soon enough the three of them were at your bedside. “Sweetheart?” Wanda called. The lights nearly blinded you when you first tired to open your eyes, you screwed them tightly shut and furrowed your brows. “Y/n?” Natasha asked. You peeled your eyes open slowly to see the same three faces you had seen before you faded out.

“Hey sweetheart” Wanda said as she came a few steps closer, you tensed up slightly making the witch pause her movements. “You’re at the avengers tower” she said calmly. You looked down across your arm “ta-take it out” you mumbled when you saw the needle poking out from your hand. “It’s just medicine y/n, you’re a little malnourished and we need to get you better” Natasha said as she rose from her seat. “How do you know my name? What did you do to me?” You cried quietly as you tried to sit up. Wanda and Natasha silently cooed at you and helped you to relax slightly.

Yelena came to the foot of your bed “we just took some blood y/n, to make sure you were healthy. We ran your dna through our database just so we had some information about you” she said. “Nothing bad has happened to you I promise, I’ve been here the whole time” Natasha assured. “You’ve been asleep for a little while and our doctor took a look at some of your wounds” Wanda added. You slowly took in all of the information and asked many more questions that the girls were happy to answer. Bruce discharged you a few hours later and you took residence in a spare room next to Natasha and Wanda, you assumed that they were an item as they shared a room.

It was a lot to get used to, the plush bed and the light pouring through the window were so foreign. You sat silently in the corner of the room awaiting your next instructions. Yelena was the first to pay a visit, she brought you a delicious spread of fruit and chocolate. The widow attempted to get you to open up but you remained silent for most of the conversation. About an hour later, Nat and Wanda came to join you. You where unsure of the company at first but soon the four of you settled into a comfortable silence. “What happens to me now?” You asked, breaking the silence. The three girls stared blankly at you, “where are you going to send me?” You said. “Sweetheart” Wanda began “no one’s going to send you anywhere, this is your home now” she said. “Yeah for as long as you want it to be” Yelena added.

You pondered for a moment, your home? Could you really fit into this place? You didn’t know anyone here and this life was so alien to you. So far it seems that you can trust these women, but in the back of your head that little voice was telling you that they would never care. “Y/n?” Natasha said placing a gentle hand on your shoulder “we know what it’s like to feel like you don’t belong. All three of us came here under similar circumstances to you” she said. “You did?” You quietly asked. “Yeah, Yelena and I, we were in a place called the red room. We were taken from our families as kids and trained to be assassins. I was lucky enough to get out and a few years later, I found my sister” Natasha said looking over at Yelena. “And Wanda…” Nat began, unsure if she wanted her to continue. You looked over to the witch, “I… my brother and I, we were in Hydra, a long time ago” she whispered. “You were?” You said, feeling more connected to her than ever. “I was. Y/n I promise you we understand and I promise you that we care, we’ll look after you” she said, taking hold of your hand.

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You decided to stay at the tower, and it was surprisingly easy to settle in. You got super close with Yelena and she helped you to begin finding your own identity. Natasha and Wanda were always looking out for you, making sure you had everything you needed. They were almost motherly to you, and deep down you loved their affection. Fury and his team were in the process of getting you a citizenship, he kept you out of the loop as much as he could but a problem quickly appeared.

A week later you were sat watching a film with Yelena when the red head and the witch came to see you. “Yelena do you mind if we speak to y/n privately?” Natasha asked her sister. “Sure” Yelena said and excused herself to made mac and cheese. You tensed up as soon as they sat down beside you. “You’re sending me away aren’t you?” You quietly asked. “No sweetheart we’re not I promise” Wanda said “but we do need to speak to you about staying here” she finished. In order to gain your citizenship, you needed to have a legal guardian or a parent as you were still a minor. “So what does that mean?” You shyly said. “Well, it means that someone, or maybe two people need to become your guardians” Natasha said. Both women had small smiles on their faces and it took you only seconds to understand what they meant.

“You guys?” You asked “you’ll be my guardians?” You said in disbelief. “If you’d be okay with that, we’d love to be” Wanda said. “So…like parents, like a family?” You whispered. “If that’s what you’d like sweetheart” Wanda said. “Y/n we care about you a lot, we’ve seen how much you’ve grown since you’ve been here and we don’t want to loose you” Natasha said “wands and I don’t know that much about family but we can learn. We want to be the people you depend on, the people you can talk to about anything, we want to be the family you deserve” she finished. You were overwhelmed with emotions, no one had ever shown you so much kindness. No one in the tower had seen much of your emotions, but in that moments you couldn’t stop the tears that began to fall.

“Y/n?” Wanda said, fearful that this wasn’t something you wanted. “What do you think Kid?” Natasha asked, scooting closer to you. You looked between both women, amazed at this moment. “I think, I think that we can try” you mumbled. It was mere seconds after that the damn broke and you fell into Wanda’s embrace. “Oh sweetheart of course we can try” she said. Natasha shuffled closer and wrapped her arms around the two of you. “My beautiful girls” she said. You melted into their warmth, feeling safer than you ever had before. Things weren’t certain to be smooth sailing, but with Natasha and Wanda by your side everything was certain to be okay.

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gaytrash-back-in-a-paperbag · 2 months ago

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Just One Reason

Chapter 1 / Chapter 2

Natasha Romanoff x Wanda Maximoff x GN!Reader

Summary: Y/N has been working hard as a criminal investigator and always comes home to their lover Nat. When they come home tonight, however, something is different.

Warnings: Cheating, implied sexual interactions, swearing, lots of implications to abuse, murder, blood/gore, PTSD, anxiety attacks, alcohol (stay safe loves <3)

A/N: I’m back, this is not new writing yet, but the next chapter (I think it was chapter 6 lol) is actually in production.

You and Natasha had met in your early years of college, she was studying “foreign policies” and you were enthralled with the criminal justice department. It didn’t take long for the two of you to develop feelings for each other after that fateful night.

You were drunk. No, damn it, you were really drunk. You felt the hands of your friend Kate Bishop keeping you steady. In a poor attempt to shove her way, you grumbled at her in a rough way, dipping your shoulder out of her grasp. You could faintly hear her sigh. She was your designated driver for the night, as everyone knew you were the heavy drinker of the bunch. When a second pair of hands found their way on both your shoulders, practically pulling you to your feet, you looked up, expecting to see Kate’s friend Yelena to be there, but instead were utterly shocked to find a goddess in front of you. Or, at least, you thought it was a goddess. She had long, red hair with fading blonde tips, all pulled into a tight braid. And those damned green eyes that bore holes through your face and you found yourself shrinking back.

“Don’t throw up on me,” was all she grunted to you as she dragged you through the crowded living room of the frat house. Bringing you into the kitchen, she forced some water down your throat and waited for a reaction out of you. You were too dazed from both the alcohol and the beautiful woman in front of you to respond.

You spoke the only words that could come to your head, "Hi.” Hi? Nice going, Y/N, way to really sweep her off her feet, you cursed in your head. Despite the awkwardness, the redhead found herself smiling. She laughed slightly, tilting her head. “Hi,” she responded. “And who might you be, drunkard?”

Oh shit, she was talking to you. You tilted your head in mimicry to her, grinning stupidly. “I’m Y/N, but apparently pretty women call me drunkard.”

Kate, who had followed both of you, visibly cringed. Wow, Y/N. Real smooth, she thought with a smirk. The short Russian let out a loud laugh at your comment, before saying, “Well, drunkard, my name is Natasha, but I think you can call me Nat.”

You could only continue grinning like an idiot. Her laugh sounded nice. “Nat it is then.”

Looking back, you had no idea how she managed to find that attractive. She had basically found you blackout drunk and she still fell in love with you. You were both out of college now and were pursuing your passions, but you lived in an apartment together in downtown Brooklyn. You were currently driving back to sa+id apartment at the moment, just lost in your old thoughts. It wasn’t until you heard the third ring on your phone that you answered, leaning your head to one side while you pinched your phone between your shoulder and cheek.

“Hello? Y/N /L/N speaking.”

“No need to be formal, dumbass,” you heard Kate respond, “We’ve got another code 10-44 by the Brooklyn Zoo. Can you go check it out?”

Kate could hear you groan loudly, an obnoxious groan that Kate knew meant you were pissed now. You had asked to leave early so you could go out with Nat tonight, and you could only hope Nat could forgive your absence. “Fine. But it better be fast,” you grumbled.

Within a matter of seconds, you had hung up with Kate and were calling Nat. She picked up on the fifth ring, which bothered you slightly, but you swallowed it down when she picked up.

“Hello?” Nat asked into the phone, a hint of confusion in her voice. There was a slight rasp in her voice, something uncommon in Nat.

“Hey baby. I just got called back on duty, so date night might be canceled and I’m so sorry, I’ll make it up to yo-”

“It’s okay, Y/N. Take all the time you need.”

Well, that was new. And surprising. And, did you mention, took you aback?

“I- what?”

“I said, take your time. I’m not going anywhere.”

Why did she sound so... angry? You shuttered as you pulled into a parking spot, stepping out. You paused outside, deciding whether to push it.

“You sure, Hun? You seem a bit under the weather.” You pouted slightly, beginning to anxiously pick at your hands. You weren’t used to her like this.

“Yes. I’m sure,” she insisted. The sternest of her voice was scary, it had caught you very off guard and she could hear your hesitation, causing her to soften. “I’m sorry, I’ve had a really rough day at work. Just... stay safe, okay? I love you.”

That caused you to relax, letting out a sigh of relief. She heard this and immediately felt bad for coming off so aggressively. You muttered a simple “I love you too” in response before hanging up. Something felt off and it had your skin crawling. You gulped down any worry and went to check on this supposed code 10-44. It didn’t take long for you to find it, when a little girl came crashing into you, full on sobbing and babbling incoherently. It startled you to the point where you were completely out of it for a moment. Coming back to your senses, you knelt to the girl.

“Woah, woah, woah kiddo. What’s wrong? Shh, it’s okay now, talk to me. I’m here to help,” you consoled the child the best you could, speaking into your radio to ask for assistance. “Hey, Officer Y/L/N, I need child protective services ASAP.”

The girl mumbled something, drawing your attention back to her. “What was that, sweetie?” You asked gently, not wanting to make the girl nervous.

“He hit her really hard... He hit her so hard.”

Your eyes widened as you put the pieces together.

“Where? Where did he hit her?” You pressed.

“On her head!” The small girl broke down into sobs again, causing you to pull her into a hug.

“Shh, shh, it’s going to be alright now. I’ll take care of you.” It was a promise, you decided, that you would do whatever it took to help the girl. You looked down at her, feeling your heart break. You tried to push out the overwhelming memory that hit your brain and were ringing around, but they overtook your thoughts.

“No!” You had shouted too loud this time and you watched as your mother turned to you. Your father collapsed on the ground, glass imbedded in his head, and your young eyes watched in horror as the dark red liquid began to pool under his head. His eyes were glossed over, and his chest movements were shallow. You knew what was happening, even at the young age you were, and you knew you couldn’t stop it. He was dead in a matter of minutes, and you were hiding under the table in the dining room, holding a landline phone in one hand.

“911, what’s your emergency?” The phone spoke to you, and you could only respond in a hushed voice,

“My daddy’s dead. Mommy killed him.”

You were snapped back into the reality around you when the girl’s sobbing had slowed into sniffles, and she looked up at you. She pulled away from you, still holding your hand. She couldn’t have been older than eight years old and immediately, you felt an underlying guilt. She reminded you of yourself, in such a similar situation. She began to pull at your hand, pointing towards the street. You pieced together what she wanted and followed her quietly. She guided you about three blocks down before stopping before an apartment complex. She continued to pull you through before stopping in front of a door on the fourth floor. You exchanged a glance at her, silently asking if this was where her mother was. She nodded briskly, and you pulled out your gun from its holster. You knocked on the door, announcing your presence.

“NYPD, I’m coming in!”

You opened the door to find almost immediately, right by the front door, the body of a middle-aged woman. The scene was straight out of a crime show, blood splattered across the walls, the smearing of a bloodied hand print on the grip of a counter, and the crumpled, manipulated body of the poor victim. Reaching for your radio, you whispered,

“We need a whole unit. This just turned into a murder investigation.”

Exhausted after questioning and dealing with the struggles of filling all working officers in on details from the scene, you just wanted to get in bed and sleep. Jostling with your keys, you heard movement inside your shared apartment. You frowned slightly, it was 2 in the morning, why would Natasha still be awake? You opened the door to find Nat in a sports bra and shorts, sitting on the couch and supposedly engrossed in a book. At first, everything seemed to look fine, if you had ignored the scent in the air and the blotches on Nat’s chest.

Nat looked up from her book, putting on a half-assed sleepy smile and saying, “So much for a date night, yeah?”

You scowled, moving past her and immediately going into your bedroom, her trailing you rather quickly. “Yeah, so much for that,” you grunted in response.

She tilted her head innocently, though you could tell her head was running through every excuse she could come up with. You only frowned further when she went to open her mouth.

“Save it.”

That took her by surprise. She definitely wasn’t expecting that, as she rubbed the back of her neck anxiously.

“I-”

“No.” You cut her off again, venom dripping from your single word.

“Baby, you have the wron-”

“Get out of the bathroom, Ms. Maximoff,” You stated, emotionless. You had noticed from the minute you got home the shadow of two feet in the bathroom, because you knew that both you and Nat always turn the lights off in the bathroom when you’re done. Nat’s eyes widened in shock at the fact that you had noticed. Moments later, the door to your master bathroom creaked open and the tall brunette stepped out. She looked ashamed, and hell, she should be.

“Hello, Wanda. Long time no talk. No, don’t try to explain how you purposely had sex with my girlfriend, how it was just once and how sorry you are. I don’t want it.” You looked deadpanned at the witch, not an emotion twitching on your face.

You turned your attention to Natasha, in which you fished your apartment keys out of your work pants and grabbed her hand. For a moment, she thought you’d forgive, maybe ask for an explanation, but no. You slammed the keys into her hand.

“Keep them, give them to Wanda. Keep the whole damn apartment while you’re at it, asshole.”

Not even a shake in your voice. Did you even care? Neither Wanda or Natasha could tell. Honestly, you couldn’t either.

“Pack my shit for me, it’s the least you can do. I’m leaving, I’ll be back tomorrow for my stuff. Oh, and Wanda, you can just help too if you want! Man, you’re on a roll with this whole relationship-ending cheating, aren’t you? I thought you were with Vision now, what happened with that?” You found yourself talking and didn’t even care enough to stop it. You made your way to the door, opening it, looking back at the dumbfounded Nat, who had tears in her eyes and was trying desperately to hold them back, and the relationship-ender herself, Wanda Maximoff, who was shaking and looked like she might cry too if she wasn’t already too embarrassed.

“Treat her better than you treated me, сука.” You watched as Nat visibly flinched as you bitterly called her a bitch in her own language. Hell, she had already lied to you about being a “foreign politics” major, when she was THE Black Widow of the Avengers, but now she cheats on you with her own teammate. You left right then and there, leaving behind the girl you loved with all your heart and Wanda, the girl you used to love. You slammed the door behind you, listening as Natasha broke down into hysterical sobs. You wished you didn’t care, you wished you didn’t want to turn around and comfort her, tell her you were sorry. But why would you be sorry? You were loyal. You stormed off, putting Kate’s number in your phone and immediately calling her. She picked up on the first ring.

“Y/N? Why are you calling now? It’s two in the morning...” She stopped questioning things as she heard the tightening of your throat causing little gasps in a futile attempt to breathe properly. You had made it to your car before the panic hit, and you were curled up in the passenger’s seat. Tears slid down your cheeks while empty sobs were all you could manage. “Hey, hey, do you need me or Yelena to pick you up? You need to stay at my place?” You choked out a mumbled yes and within thirty minutes, Yelena was knocking on your window. You opened the door and practically fell into her arms. She said nothing, just rubbed your back soothingly. After a few moments, she had gotten you into a more reasonable state, you were no longer struggling for air, and you could respond to questions.

“You wanna talk about it?” Yelena had asked, you think. It was still hard to hear with all your own thoughts screaming in your head. You had simply shaken your head and sat silently in the seat of her car as the two of you made your way to Kate’s apartment. When you arrived, it didn’t take long for you to find yourself in Kate’s warm embrace. She asked no questions, thank God, and guided you into the guest room, where she had already set out clothes for you. You told her you would quickly shower and then sleep, and then promised you’d be out of her hair as soon as possible. She insisted that her home was yours too and you could stay as long as you wanted. You appreciated the gesture and gave her a long hug at the doorway of your new room.

The shower, however, was a horrible idea. You purposely turned the water to the hottest it could get and let the scalding water burn against your skin. You needed to get some sort of feeling, some sort of grasp on reality. You welcomed the pain, but it also left you to your own thoughts. Why? You asked yourself that question a million times over, but no answers popped up. Had you done something wrong? Was it you? Did you react wrong? You sat like that for a long moment, soaking in both your warping thoughts and the burning water. By four, you were out of the shower and clothed. You knew there’d be no sleep for you tonight, so you found yourself in the kitchen.

Some alcohol, that’s what you needed. Any type would do at this point. Looking through cabinets and opening the fridge at least four times, you were thankful to find a stash of beers in a mini fridge under the sink. You must have had at least 9 bottles of beer in the 12-pack, because when you awoke the next morning, you were hit with one hell of a hangover. Kate and Yelena still asked no questions, which you were so very thankful for. Once the hangover subdued, you asked Kate to drive you back to your old apartment complex to get your stuff and your car, which Kate agreed with as long as they both went because neither one of them really wanted you driving with your hangover.

Making your way back to the apartment complex was the most painful experience yet, however, as when you arrived at your door, no boxes were sitting out. You sighed deeply in frustration, knowing this was Nat’s tactic to get you inside and try to talk. Instead, however, you glanced at your two friends and they knocked on the door. Nat opened the door almost immediately, but shied back when she saw Kate and Yelena. Yelena, for one, was pissed at her, and she didn’t even know what her sister had done to you, but she knew it was definitely something horrible. All three of you entered, giving Nat the silent treatment, with Yelena shooting Nat a glare so intense you thought Nat might have a hole through her head, and luckily, Nat kept her mouth shut. You could see in the corner of your eye the brunette hair of Wanda, but swallowed down any anger you had. You were too hungover to start a fight and you knew yelling would make this hellish headache go from mediocre to a damned migraine. You grabbed a few of the boxes, with help from Yelena and Kate, and reached the door before you heard the quiet mumble that spilled from Nat’s mouth.

You turned back, unable to hear what she had said, and despite your better judgment, you stopped to listen. You could see her anxious antics, the way she rubbed her neck, averted her eyes, running her free hand through hair, she was definitely nervous about something.

“What?” You asked in a hostile tone, knowing better than to let your guard down completely. “What the fuck is so important that you think it can fix what you did?”

This caused her to flinch, and you could tell the witch from the bedroom was trying to enter your mind to send some sort of calming emotions. You scowled deeper, rubbing your temples in frustration.

“Wanda, get the fuck out of my head. It’s already pounding and you’ll only make it worse. Not to mention, I don’t want you in there to begin with. I’m sure I could find some law that I could charge you with, invasion of privacy or something.”

You could feel the brunette pull back her magic and heard the movement of her sulking and drawing her knees to her chest. Nat’s voice brought your attention back to your newest ex-girlfriend.

“Let me explain. Please, Y/N. Detka, plea-”

“I’m not your ‘detka’, don’t call me that.”

She flinched at that again, and you instantly felt bad. Fuck, why do you feel bad still? You let your eyes linger on her a little longer, before diverting them to look towards Yelena and Kate.

“Wanda cheated on you with me.”

Your entire body spun now to face Natasha. Your brain malfunctioned and you could only stare with your mouth agape.

“What?”

“Wanda and I have been dating for 4 years. This wasn’t a new thing,” Nat started, but you cut her off before she could go further.

“Was I just your little side fling then? Something to distract you while Wanda was off on her missions? What the fuck, Natasha.” You could feel the tears developing in your eyes, but you wiped at them viciously with your sleeve.

“No! You weren’t, Y/N. You were the- you are the love of my life. Please, just let me talk, I want to explain, I-.. I love you both.”

“Yeah, well, you don’t get to love both. You chose already, and you chose Wanda, asshole,” Yelena jumped in, practically snarling her words. Kate put a hand on her shoulder, but she was already fuming. “You’re a player, aren’t you? What, are you planning on dumping Wanda for someone else sooner or later and use the same dumb excuse? ‘I love both of you’!” Yelena mocked, throwing her open hand up in outright anger. “If you loved both, you would have been honest with Y/N from the get-go. You’re a lying bitch, Natasha. A lying cheater.”

You watched as Yelena got dangerously close to Nat, and for a moment, you feared the two would get into a physical argument. Luckily, Kate pulled Yelena back before anything could happen. Kate mumbled to the two of you to just go, which you gratefully agreed with. Yelena sent one last look back at her sister that Nat knew was a warning, and the door closed with a slam.

Six Days Later

NYPD Bronx Office, 3:42 am

Kate had called your phone a few times now and you still hadn’t picked up. So, in frustration, she made her way to the office herself, only to find you deeply engrossed in a case file. It wasn’t a recent one, which she found odd. She knew you were drowning yourself in the murder case of that woman, so she was surprised to see a case that wasn’t that one. She set down a beer by your desk, which brought your attention back from whatever world you were in. You took it without thinking, then did a double take when you realized it hadn’t been there before.

You groggily asked in a quiet voice, “Kate..? What are you doing here?”

“I could ask you the same thing. It’s almost four in the morning, Y/N, you need to sleep,” She insisted, shaking her head in disappointment. You only rolled your eyes and went back to reading. She peered over your shoulder, attempting to look at the case file you were looking at. She frowned when she spotted your last name on the paper. “What’s this all about?”

You glanced up at her, her standing figure towering over your sitting one. “A case file,” you answered plainly, causing her to groan teasingly.

“You know what I meant,” she said in an annoyed tone, but you knew she was just messing with you. “Whose is it?”

“Mine.” It was another plain response, and at first she thought you were still joking around, but when she looked at you, she realized you weren’t.

“Oh.” was all she could say. Reading over it again, she noticed it was a murder file. Victim was Duke Y/L/N, your adoptive father, and supposedly the assailant was Leslie Y/L/N, who had slammed your father’s head into a glass table in a fit of rage and then left the house after their child, that being you, had fled into hiding.

“It’s too similar, Kate. It’s like I’m living in a loop, and all the bad things that happened before are back again. This girl… she’s going through the same thing, only the parents have switched. And I still can’t even tell if it was actually the father!” You shouted in frustration and ended up slamming your knee on the underside of your desk. It didn’t matter how loud you were, you and Kate were the only ones in the building to begin with.

“What do you mean, ‘if it was actually the father’?”

“There’s no surveillance in the area and she only keeps saying ‘he’ did it. He who? There wasn’t evidence of forced entry, and yet there’s no DNA or fingerprints at the crime scene, as if whoever did it knew what they were doing.” You gripped the sides of your head in anger, trying to calm yourself down. It shouldn’t be irritating you like this, but you can’t help but feel like you’re missing some important piece of evidence that’s right under your nose. Kate could sense your utter frustration and looked at you with worry.

“You can’t drown away all your problems with work and beer, you know? You need to get out,” she paused, checking her watch, “and get some sleep. Come on, I’ll drive you home, you big idiot.”

You protested but she wasn’t having any of it, dragging you out of the station kicking and screaming. You grabbed your beer and downed it angrily in the car ride home, opening the door to find Yelena up and waiting for you. She gave you a hug, grabbed your hat off of your head, put it on, and grinning stupidly as she offered you another beer. “I say, we drink the night away, ey?”

You appreciated that night, Yelena respected your unasked request of no questions. She knew what you were going through, and she had determined that instead of asking question after question, she’d do what she did best, drink. By 5 am, you were blacked out on the couch and could only half-hear the conversation between your two younger friends.

“They’re losing it, Kate. I haven’t seen them like this since senior year. When Wanda… you know,” Yelena tried to speak in a hushed voice, but your coming migraine turned the whisper into a whole damn yell and you squinted in agonizing pain.

Kate rubbed her temples in exhaustion. “I know, Lena, but as long as Wanda and Nat don’t come to our doorstep asking to see Y/N, what are we supposed to do?”

“I could beat them up,” Yelena suggested with a smirk, to which Kate punched her shoulder. “Ow! Okay, okay, geez, I was just kidding. Partially.”

You groaned slightly, interrupting their conversation and you immediately wished you hadn’t. Both of them turned their attention to you, and you hated having all eyes on you. Kate sighed, pulling you to your feet and stating, “You need to sleep. Honestly, you need to sleep for three days, but we can’t just get that. I’ll call in to the station to let them know that you are sick. You need to sort this all out, Y/N. It’s fucking you up.”

You made no response, laying down on the bed. You laid in the darkness for long enough that you didn’t even know what time it was, but you knew everyone was asleep except for you. You stood, trying to be quiet as you walked over to the unpacked boxes filled with your items. You began sorting them, frowning slightly as you counted that you were two hoodies short. They weren’t your favorites to begin with, but it was an oddity to you. Assuming you were just still too drunk to actually count, you pushed the many thoughts that came into your head to the side, opting to look at your phone for the first time in days. 47 unread messages, 19 missed calls, and… holy fuck that was a lot of news notifications. Your eyebrows furrowed and you pouted as you scrolled through them.

Black Widow and Scarlet Witch on Official Hiatus due to Unknown Circumstances

Where is Black Widow?

What Happened to the Scarlet Witch?

The news articles flooded in like a hurricane just hit, and you were just confused. Those two cheated on you for, fuck, probably years by now, and they needed the space? While you were pressed with a murder case, they were off doing God knows what. Probably off of vacation, celebrating their relationship, you decided in your head. Yeah, that’s what they’re doing. Still, you couldn’t shake the awful feeling crawling down your spine. It made you sick, you wanted to puke.

No, you didn’t want to puke, you absolutely needed to. It was time for another hangover and you rushed into the bathroom as quickly as possible, lifting up the lid on the toilet just in time for the heaves of stomach remnants to splash in the water. You threw up a lot that moment, honestly, it had more to do with your oncoming sobs than the alcohol at this point. You were so exhausted and, as much as you hated admitting it, you missed Natasha’s warmth in these moments. The way she made sure you never got vomit on you, the way she would take away beers before you became a blackout drunk. You missed her caring, you missed her concern, you missed her. Tears stung your cheeks, the choked sobs made it harder to breathe again, but you didn’t care. You needed to get out all the emotions that you had been feeling this entire week. Kate was right, you couldn’t keep drowning yourself in work and alcohol anymore, you needed to face it.

“It’s over now, Y/N/N,” you convinced yourself, whispering to the nobody in the mirror. Yeah, that nobody was you, and you knew it. You hated it, looking at yourself in that mirror. You hated yourself at that moment, to be frank. It was like looking at a train wreck, because god damn it, you were one. Sighing deeply, you turned around and made your way to your bed. You curled up into a ball, sobs still silently at your throat, and you closed your eyes. It would take a while, but sleep finally took hold of you.

You awoke the next day to find nobody in the apartment. There was a note from Yelena, stating that she was gone to get more food and would be back by dinner. You sighed, this left you to your own thoughts and you didn’t like that. Changing into one of your hoodies, some old college hoodie that you couldn’t remember where you had gotten it from, and a pair of raggedy, ripped jeans, you pulled on your converse and went out for a walk. You didn’t even know where you were going, but you found yourself on the doorstep of that original crime scene. Gulping down a horrible feeling, you opened the door. Surely, you had missed something, right? Glancing around, you couldn’t see anything at first. You walked around the living room, looking at every detail until you felt your foot hit something on the floor. You frowned, looking at your feet with a confused look. It was then that you noticed a slight rip in the carpet. Leaning down, you pulled up the carpet piece. Under it laid a pair of bloodied boots and a revolver. Your eyes widened and you looked around to see if anyone else was around to see this. When nobody popped out, you pulled out your phone. Swiping away some random notification you received, you texted Kate to check back at the scene, telling her you thought something might have been there that they missed. You knew Kate already had a hunch you’d go back there, so you left quickly, leaving the carpet piece pulled up so the on-duty officers would see it.

You strolled through the city, finding yourself at your favorite café. Smelling the sweetness of freshly baked bread and warm coffee, you made your way inside. Greeted by your friend Peter’s cute little girlfriend, MJ, you ordered your usual black coffee with a bit of sugar and a blueberry muffin. You sat comfortably outside, in a shaded area by a tree, sipping your coffee, you decided to check that notification on your phone that you had received at the crime scene.

One Unread Message from: Unknown Messenger

You raised an eyebrow at this, clicking on the message. It read:

Mx. Y/N. It has come to our attention that your connections with both Wanda Maximoff and Natasha Romanoff were once romantic. By answering this message, you will gain access to their current locations. This was their last wish. Answer now or you may never get another chance.

Your breath hitched and you read the message at least three times over. Your hands were shaking and you could no longer hear your own heartbeat. Hesitantly, you responded.

I would like to know the locations of both of those women. Where are they?

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