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Second Chance - Chapter 16
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Warning: nightmare, physical harm, bruises, panic attack, mention of past abusive relationship, mention of suicidal thoughts/depression, Yelena needs a hug and the reader is there to give her one.
Word Count: 4.7K
Relationship: Yelena x reader, Tony x reader (platonic), Pepper x reader (platonic)
At first, you weren’t sure what woke you up. It could have been the cold air that nipped at your skin or the unfamiliar feeling of hunger that plagued your stomach. When you woke up fully, you discovered what it was. A moan came from Yelena. Her hands clenched the sheets tightly, and beads of sweat lined her forehead. Her breathing became frantic and erratic; each inhale was sharper than the last. Another moan left Yelena’s lips, low and guttural, and it intensified into a plea for help. She was trapped in a nightmare. “Yelena,” you kept your voice steady. “Wake up. It’s a dream.” Even though you kept your movements slow, Yelena still bolted awake.
She lunged quickly, pinning your body to the bed with hers. For the first time since meeting the Black Widow, you did not recognize the look in her green eyes. Her gaze was wide and vacant, pupils blown out with fear. “No! No!” She snarled, grabbed your wrists, and put them over your head. “YA ne pozovlyu tebe prichinit’ mne bol’ (I will not let you hurt me).” You weren’t sure what she said in Russian, but her free hand went to your throat.
You gulped. The tight hold she had on your wrist was starting to hurt. “Lena,” you spoke slowly and gently. “It’s me, baby. You are safe.” You tried to break through the fog of the nightmare. It took a long, tense moment, but you saw the moment Yelena returned. Her gaze softened, confusion settling over her face as she returned to reality. Her breathing slowed. “It’s okay,” you smiled. “It’s okay.”
As fast as she pinned you to the bed, she got off you just as quickly. Her body shook as she sat at the foot of the bed and stared at you. You wanted to wrap her in a hug and tell her everything was going to be okay. “Yelena,” you moved closer to her.
“Stop,” her voice was hoarse. “Do not come near me.” Your heart broke for her. Her eyes flickered to your wrist and neck. You could tell it was starting to bruise from how hard she held you down.
“I’m okay, I promise,” you weren’t angry or upset with her.
“I need a minute. I need-”
“Okay,” you cut her off as you saw the signs of a panic attack. If you being here was causing her distress, you would leave. You kept your movement slow as you climbed out of her bed and to her door. Her eyes followed. They were glued to you as if she expected you to return to your word.
You released a deep breath when you left your room and closed the door. You moved on autopilot out of Yelena’s apartment and to your floor. Instead of going to the safety of your room, you knocked rapidly against Kate’s door. You weren’t surprised to see America on the other side. “What happened?” She asked and pulled you inside. The archer was on the couch where America took you.
“N-nothing,” you stuttered. “I-I’m fine. I’m fine.”
“Go get the bruise cream,” Kate told America—every breath you took hurt. Your chest felt incredibly tight. “Hey, I need you to breathe for me.” You shook your head.
“I can’t,” you whimpered. Kate nodded and took your hand.
“Yes, you can,” she said, placing your hand over her heart. “Feel that,” you nodded. Match it. Breathe with me.” It took some time, but your breathing matched hers. America walked over to you and sat on their coffee table.
“Can I touch your neck?” You nodded, unable to find your voice. You felt Kate move, but you held onto her tighter, not wanting her to leave. She got the message and stayed. “There is no damage, just surface bruising,” America said. She placed some of the cream on her hand and rubbed it on your neck. “Bruce and Helen designed this,” she explained. It helps speed up the healing process.” Once she was satisfied, she moved to your wrists.
“She didn’t do it on purpose,” you defended.
“We know,” you looked at the archer. “We’ve known Yelena longer than you. A nightmare, I’m guessing.” You nodded. America stood up, walked into their kitchen to wash her hands, and grabbed a water bottle.
“Are you okay?” America asked and handed you the water.
You drank half of it before answering. “Yes, it was an accident,” a playful smirk came to your face. “Not how I wanted her to pin me down, if you know what I mean.” Kate groaned, grabbed a couch pillow, and smacked you across your face. Your joint laughter filled their pace. “She asked for space, so I gave it to her, but I’m worried.”
“She will come around,” Kate said. “Her worst fear came to life,” you raised a questioning eyebrow at her. “Hurting someone, she deeply cares about. It was unintentional, but it still happened.” You sighed and finished the rest of the water.
“It will all be okay, and you guys will go back to being cute and gross together,” America mimicked kissing sounds. You were quick to grab another pillow to hit her. The girl gasped. “This is war!” America grabbed the pillow Kate hit you with and swung it at you. But you quickly doge and grab your pillow as a weapon. They kept their hits soft, but the laughter and smile on your face helped ease the pain in your wrist and neck.
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After a quick shower and changing into clean clothes covering your wrists and neck, you felt better and walked to Tony’s lab. The man smiled at you but did not stop moving holograms around. You sat on the couch and pulled out your phone. “Everything okay, kid?” You playfully rolled your eyes.
“Can’t I come down here and hang out with my old man,” the billionaire gasped.
“I am not old.”
“Older than me,” you giggled. The man sighed and shook his head fondly. You returned your attention to your phone. Even though you and Yelena were going through a ‘rough patch,’ you wanted to get ideas for your date. You took what Natasha said and googled ‘dog date sports,’ but nothing good came up unless you had a dog.
“Hey, do you want to help me with something?” You threw your phone on the couch and walked over to him. He moved the holograms to the screen. You can easily see the digital makeup of the Black Widow suits. There was a list of things he wanted to add, such as a heart rate monitor and better armor. Yelena requested more pockets. You made a mental note to ask the blonde about that. “I mean, I like the old design,” Tony said. “But I think they are a little outdated, don’t you think?” You nodded, agreeing with him.
They were alright per se, and the purpose of the suits was protection, not to look good. But your mom always said you should look your best to perform at your best. “So, could you draw new suits for them?”
Wait. Pause. What did he ask you? “You want me to design new suits for Nat and Yelena?” He nodded.
“I want you to design new suits for all of us, but I figured starting with the terrorizing Black Widow duo would be a good start,” he printed a list of the things you needed to add to the new suits. “Are you up for the challenge?” You snapped the paper out of his hands and rolled your eyes.
“Please,” you sat back down on the couch. “I could draw you with my eyes closed.”
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Yelena grunted when your back hit the patted mat again. This was the third time in 15 minutes that Maria was able to outmaneuver her and pin her to the ground. Usually, the agent was able to get a few decent hits in, but Yelena’s mind was a million miles away - in her bed, her hands on you so tight they caused bruises. She hurt you - left bruises on your skin out of fear.
Maria stepped back, whipped the sweat off her forehead with her hand, and stared down at Yelena. The blonde could tell a talk was incoming. She came to the gym to hit or be hit - to know the man she caused you. “Okay,” Maria started. “I know I’m good, but I’m not this good. What’s going on with you?” Yelena ignored Maria’s outstretched hand and stood up on her own. She grabbed her water and sat on the edge of the boxing ring. The rope pressed against her forehead. “So you are pissed off,” Maria sat next to her. “It’s not good to keep those big feelings inside.”
“Hill,” Yelena said through gritted teeth. “I am going to kill you.”
“Your life would be boring without me,” Maria pumped her shoulder against Yelena’s. The blonde groaned and closed her eyes. Her moment of peace lasted for 5 minutes until Maria spoke again, “Is it about Stark’s kid?” The mere mention of you caused Yelena to deflate. It was noticeable to Maria. “What happened?”
“Had a nightmare,” Yelena mumbled. “Woke up, but I did not see her,” she let out a shaky breath. “I saw a Red Room guard, and I-” Her eyes squeezed tighter. “Caused bruises on her wrist and throat. I hurt her.” Maria was silent. The one time Yelena wanted Maria to speak, she was meant with silence. The agent sighed.
“Yelena, look at me,” the blonde shook her head. She felt Maria’s hands on her to move her. She had no energy to fight her. She was so sad and angry. Why was she so fucked up? Why was she so broken? “Open your eyes, Lena,” Slowly, she opened them. Maria was smiling at her. “This was not your fault.” Yelena scuffed.
“My hands put those bruises on her.” She angrily whipped away a tear.
“Yes, they did,” Maria agreed. But you were in a nightmare-induced haze. I know if you were thinking rationally, you would not hurt that girl. Your heart is too big for that.” The blonde sighed and pulled one knee to her chest. She looked towards the wall to avoid looking at Maria. What happened after you snapped out of it?”
“She said she was okay. I could tell she wanted to comfort me,” she said in disbelief. She could not wrap her mind around that. She caused you pain, and you wanted to make sure she was okay. “I asked for space, and she left.”
“Yelena,” the blonde looked back at the agent. “Y/n is not Victoria.” The mention of her ex caused her stomach to drop.
“I know that.”
“Do you?” Maria questioned. “Look, it is going to take time for you to trust her because of how Victoria treated you, but Y/n will not throw your trauma back in your face.” Yelena pulled her knee closer to her for any comfort.
“How do you know that for sure?” Yelena whispered. Her voice was so soft she almost did not recognize it.
“I don’t,” Maria admitted. That is the scary thing about love. " She placed a hand on Yelena’s shoulder and squeezed it. It could end beautifully or backfire, but whatever happens, I am here.” Yelena managed a smile.
“Thanks,” the blonde stood up. “Ready to get your ass kicked.” Maria chuckled.
“You’re on, Belova.”
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A gentle tap on your shoulder pulled you out of your little bubble. You looked up from your tablet and paused your music. “Hi,” you said to Yelena.
“Can we talk?” She asked. “Somewhere private.” She found you on the common floor. The team members were going about their business, but you nodded and followed Yelena to a meeting room. You put your tablet on the table and faced the blonde as she closed the door.
“I am sorry,” you both said simultaneously when Yelena turned to face you.
“Why are you apologizing?” She asked.
“I don’t know,” you giggled with a smile and sat on top of the table. “It felt right,” Yelena rolled her eyes with a playful smile and moved closer to her.
“Can I see?” She questioned. You knew what she was asking. You rolled up your sleeves, shivering as her fingers danced across the bruised skin.
“America put a cream on them,” you whispered. Her eyes flickered to yours. The sight took your breath away. There was so much guilt and sadness in her green eyes. “Hey, I’m not mad at you.”
“I did this to you,” she said. “I hurt you.” You moved closer to the edge of the table. You could feel her breath mingle with yours.
“Who did you see?” The question confused her. “Who was I in your nightmare?” She licked her lips.
“A Red Room guard,” her voice cracked. “I thought you were trying to hurt me.” You vaguely remembered a sentence she yelled at you in Russian.
All you wanted to do was take her pain away. You wanted to take all her trauma and hurt and hurt those that hurt her. “Baby,” you whispered. “I can’t imagine what you have gone through, and I will never understand it, but your trauma does not make you a bad person. You were trying to protect yourself, and you came back to me before you hurt me.” Yelena closed her eyes and rested her head against yours.
“How did you do it?” she whispered. Her hands shook as she cupped your face. “How is your heart good?” You grabbed onto your wrist. Your touch caused her eyes to open.
Truthfully, your heart felt heavy. With everything life threw at you, you wanted to succumb to the darkness. That wasn’t the answer Yelena was looking for. You kissed her softly. “If life gives you lemons, all you can do is make lemonade.” The Black Widow chuckled with a roll of her eyes.
“You made some sweet lemonade, devochka (baby girl),” you loved when Yelena spoke Russian. It made your body heat up. It felt different from the Russian, she said this morning. Her green eyes scanned you over, her lips turned up into a smirk. Yelena’s lips were on yours intensely. Her hands moved underneath your shirt. You gasped; the warmth of her hands sent a shiver down your spine. Yelena took advantage and slipped her tongue into your mouth.
Her touch was electrifying. Yelena consumed every sense. You’ve never felt this way from kissing anyone before. The burn of your lungs was irrelevant because her lips were on you. “Krasivyy (beautiful),” Yelena mumbled, moving her lips down your neck and gently kissing the bruise on your skin. “Takoy sladkiy i myagkiy (so sweet and soft.” You whimpered. Her slipping into her mother language was dizzying; a blanket of warmth covered you. She chuckled against your skin. “You like it when I speak Russian,” you nodded. “Use your words, devochka (baby girl),” she sucked on your pulse point, and you gripped onto Yelena’s shirt.
“Yelena, please,” you moaned. You weren’t sure what you were asking for, but she was turning your brain to mush.
“Seriously!” The door opened, and you jumped away from Yelena. You saw Wanda over Yelena’s shoulder. “Ugh! I hate I have to worry about walking in on you two now! " You felt your body heat up and buried your face into Yelena’s shoulder.
“Maybe you are just jealous, Wands,” Yelena teased. “You and Vis need to spice up your sex life. I can give him pointers or ty mozhesh’ prisoyedinit’sya k nam (you can join us).” Whatever Yelena said stuck a nerve with Wanda. One moment, the blonde’s arms were around you, and the next, she was flying across the room into the wall with red magic glowing around her.
“Yelena!” You said and ran over to her. The blonde groaned as she lay on the ground.
“She’ll be fine,” Wanda smiled. You looked over your shoulder as you helped Yelena up. “It will teach her to keep her mouth shut.” Damn, maybe you should have taken Russian in school. “Bye, lover birds,” Wanda left the room, keeping the door open.
“Are you okay?” You asked.
“I will live,” she stretched her back. “But a kiss could help make it better.” You rolled your eyes and gave her a quick kiss. Her pout was cute when you pulled away.
“Are you free this afternoon?” You asked.
“Yeah,” she answered without hesitation.
“Good,” you kissed her cheek. “You have plans with me.” You walked to the door and grabbed your stuff before leaving. Her footsteps hurried after you.
“Can I know where we are going?”
“Nope,” you popped the ‘p’. “It’s my turn to kidnap you. Be ready in a half an hour.”
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You were quick to figure out Yelena hated surprises. As you drove one of Tony’s cars to your destination, she could not sit still and asked a million and one questions. Even when you put your hand on her thigh, she was still anxious. “Are you okay?” you asked when you were at a red light.
“Just,” she sighed and played with the ring on your finger. “Not used to this.” You knew what she meant. You felt the same when she took you to the aquarium.
“If this gets too much, we can leave,” you turned when the light changed. “No harm, no foul, but,” you sat up and glanced at Yelena. I think you’ll like it.”
“Where are we going?” She asked again. You laughed with a shake of your head.
“We are almost there.”
It was another 10 minutes until you parked in the lot of Paws of Hope Rescue. Yelena looked confused looked confused as you got out of the car. “Just trust me,” you smiled and grabbed her hand. You grabbed her towards the building. As you walked in, you heard some dogs barking, and Yelena’s face lit up at the sound.
“Hello, you must be Miss. Stark,” It was weird going by your father’s name, but if you had to use the influence of the Starks to get what you needed, then so be it. She was around your age and named Sara, according to her name tag. “It is a pleasure to meet you. Please right this way,” she said, moving behind the desk, and you followed her to the back. You were moving away from the sound of the dogs barking, but you were getting more excited at each step. “Alright, these are the puppies that need some extra socialization.” Sara opened the door.
She brought you to a puppy play den. You climbed over the gate and heard Yelena’s gasp when she saw the dogs. There were seven of them. Sara told you over the phone that the group was of bully breeds and labs, dogs that society deemed aggressive. The floor was littered with different toys and household products. “Have fun, and please come get me if you need anything.”
“Thank you, Sara.” The woman left and closed the door behind her. As she left, a gray pittie walked over to Yelena. The blonde bent down and let the dog smell her fingers. Once the dog licked her, Yelena picked him up.
“What are we doing here?” Yelena questioned, cuddling the dog to her chest.
“Playing with some pups,” you picked up a rope toy, and a black lab ran up to you. He grabbed onto one end and started to pull it. “A Paws of Hope is a nonprofit. They rescue dogs from kill shelters, socialize them, and help them find new homes,” you shrugged and sat on the ground. “I may have called, made a sizable donation in the Avenger’s name, and asked if we could come play with some puppies.” You threw the toy, and some of the dogs raced after it. “You like dogs, so I figured you would like this.”
“You did this for me,” Yelena questioned. You smiled.
“I’d do anything to see you smile,” a light blush dusted her cheeks. “Come on, baby, let’s play.”
It was only a short time till you found yourself watching Yelena, who was throwing a small tennis ball across the room. Three of the six puppies would run after it and turn back to the blonde to start the cycle again. A white and brown pit bull took an interest in you right away. Instead of joining the other dogs playing, the little dog was content with napping in your lap. Every time you pet the dog’s head or under her chin, it seems to relax into your arms more.
Yelena’s smile was infectious. You couldn’t help but smile, too. Still, your heart felt heavy.
‘How is your heart good?’
‘Yelena leaves her heart on her sleeve.’
‘Even though you refuse treatment, that could keep you here with her.’
‘It’s Morgan.’
‘If you don’t get a bone marrow transplant, you’ll die.’
‘If I die, so be it,’ that was what you yelled at Pepper and Tony when they told you Morgan was a match. When you were younger, a blanket of heaviness trapped you some days. Not even your mom could pull you out of it. All she could do was offer space and sometimes join you under the blanket.
The blanket wasn’t as suffocating as you grew, and you learned to manage it. Then your mom died. Then, the Blip. Then, your cancer diagnosis. The heaviness was creeping out of the corner of your mind.
You’ve been close to taking your own life once. It was night as you steered your sailboat. At your destination, people were waiting for you. You were going to help build houses and teach kids the importance of caring for the ocean, but the dark color of the water made it seem more inviting. If you jumped in, it would shock your system; your core body temperature would plummet, and water would fill your lungs.
For many people, drowning was the worst way to go. The ocean scared so many people, but you found it inspiring and unpredictable. You stayed on your boat that night and made it to shore. Now, a deadly disease was running through your body, and the only cure was a 5-year-old girl, your half-sister.
You refused to use her because a deep, dark part of you wanted to die. You were too weak to do it yourself.
Soft hands touched your cheek, and you saw Yelena standing before you. Her green eyes filled with concern. “Is everything okay?” You asked her.
“Sara asked if we wanted to take some dogs for a walk,” you smiled.
“Yeah,” you stood up, and your heart broke at the small whine your friend let out when you woke up. Grabbing onto your hand, Yelena led you out of the room.
Your heart was not good. You were selfish in your relationship with Yelena. No matter how often you wanted to push her away, you held her closer.
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After you returned the dogs and said goodbye to Sara, you drove to a local Italian restaurant for an early dinner. “Thank you for today,” Yelena said, ripping a piece of bread and dipping it into the oil.
“I’m glad you had fun. It was cute how excited you got with the dogs,” Yelena rolled her eyes.
“I am not cute,” you chuckled and sipped your water.
“Whatever you say, darling, whatever you say.”
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Back at the tower, Yelena went to see her sister, left you with a kiss on your lips, and made you promise to let her know if you needed anything. You promised. What you needed was a change of clothes that did not smell like a dog. So you changed quickly, still covering your arms and neck, and headed to Pepper’s office.
The CEO was on the phone when you walked in. She held up one finger but pointed to the empty seats before her. You were patient, and the phone call only lasted a few minutes. “Sorry,” she apologized. “I hate people.” You laughed.
“Don’t we all,” Pepper smiled and leaned back in her chair.
“I’m surprised you are here,” you looked at her with your head tilted. “I figured my daughter would have you trapped, or you would be with Yelena.”
“Wanda has your daughter, and Yelena is with Natasha,” you said. “Besides, I want to spend time with you,” her face softened. “And maybe help you with that.” You pointed to the stack of papers.
“Knock yourself out,” she laughed. You picked up the stack of papers and walked to her couch. Paperwork was annoying but a necessary evil.
You both worked in silence. Sometimes, she would ask about you and Yelena, and you didn’t miss the smirk on her face. Soon enough, you felt it, the tiredness that affected your bones. It was a long day, but you hated how useless you felt when you felt like this. You were lying on your back with a billing report in your hand. The numbers began to blur together. Pepper’s office was comforting. It was warm, smelt like cinnamon, and it was easy to fall asleep.
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Pepper looked at you with a fond smile on her. For the past 5 minutes, she watched you fight the sleep that was calling you. Pepper stood up and grabbed a blanket from a drawer. Quickly, she picked up the papers you were helping her with and laid the blanket over you. You cuddled up underneath it. You were a sweetheart. Your heart was too pure for the world you were subjected to.
It had been an hour since you fell asleep, and Pepper knew you needed to wake up. That couch was not comfortable, as she had fallen asleep on it once or twice. The soft and slow fall of your chest was a comforting sight. “Sweetheart,” Pepper said. “Wake up. I bet your bed is more comfortable than my couch,” she joked, but you remained fast asleep. The CEO frowned. “FRIDAY, can you get Yelena and have her come to my office?”
“Yes, Mrs. Potts,” the AI said. Pepper sighed. It wasn’t long until the door opened, and she saw Yelena walk over to her.
“She fell asleep about an hour ago, and I tried to wake her up, but she’s out like a light.” Yelena hummed.
“Today was long,” the Black Widow whispered. “She ate an early dinner, so I will bring her to her room.” Yelena took off the blanket and lifted you, cradling you close to her chest. Pepper smiled. “What?”
“Nothing,” the CEO said. “You are good for her.” Pepper watched uncertainty flash through the Black Widow’s eyes.
“Thank you,” Yelena mumbled and stood up. Pepper held open the door for her and watched Yelena walk to the elevator. She knew Tony was worried about you with Yelena, but the man had nothing to worry about.
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You started to wake up when Yelena walked out of the elevator and onto your floor. “Where am I?” You mumbled sleepily.
“On your floor,” Yelena said. “I am bringing you to bed.” You hummed and curled up closer to her. It was a cute sight, but Yelena was plagued with worry. She hated how light you felt in her arms. Yelena opened your door and made her way to your bedroom. Gently, she placed you down and pulled the blankets up to your chin.
You woke up again when Yelena tried to walk away. “Stay, please,” you weakly grabbed onto her wrist.
“I will, but I want to get you some water and food if you get hungry,” you pouted, eyebrows pinched together in disgust. Yelena bite back a laugh. “I will be right back,” you dropped the hold on your hand on her wrist.
Quickly, Yelena went into your kitchen and filled up your water bottle. She searched your cabinets to find something simple and easy on your stomach. She picked a pop tart and a protein bar. You were asleep when she returned and placed the items on the nightstand. She climbed into bed, which caused you to open your eyes again. “Hi,” you smiled. Yelena couldn’t help but smile back.
“Hi, pretty girl,” you closed your eyes and grabbed her hand.
“You think I’m pretty?” You questioned.
“The prettiest,” Yelena whispered and kissed your hand.
“I think you are pretty, too,” the blonde chuckled.
“Get some sleep, sweetheart, I will be here when you wake up.”
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y/n: *sitting in natasha's lap with their face in her boobs*
tony: *walks in* uhhhhh......... what's going on?
clint: nothing really. y/n just lost energy *continues to read his magazine*
tony: that still doesn't explain the whole *points at nat and y/n*
wanda: oh! think of it as a charging port, but for lesbians
kate: *is sad* i wish i was a lesbian *pouts*
yelena: you are. dumb suka
kate: then where are my booby-chargers?
y/n: *gets off natasha and holds their arms out to kate*
kate: *gets giggly and runs over to y/n*
tony: im not even going to entertain that with a follow up question
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HASHTAG HEROES | AVENGERS SOCIAL MEDIA AU
Pietro Maximoff x fem!reader
Warnings: swearing, mentions of stabbing and bullying (all jokingly)
i’ve been reading so many avatar smau’s so i decided to make an avengers one. should i continue?
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Imagine You Joining The Avengers And Natasha Having A Huge Crush On You
MASTERLIST ↠ NATASHA ROMANOFF MASTERLIST
Summary: Basically the title 🤪
Warnings: swearing, implied sex
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EARLY STAGES
- When you first join the avengers, Natasha would be apprehensive around you
- You think that it's because you're the new girl
- You try to be as nice as possible to her
- Leaving her a protein shake after her workouts
- Making sure that her peanut butter sandwiches didn't have any crusts
- and that every single part of the bread was smeared with peanut butter
- Bringing her favorite snacks & drinks to her door when she had a huge workload
- You didn't know why you wanted to do those things
- but you saw how her eyes lit up whenever she found something you left for her
- and it made you feel happy
- Whenever you smiled at her, Natasha could feel her entire body heat up as she blushed bright red
- The team OBVIOUSLY took note of that and would tease her constantly
- One very terrible teasing session caused someone from the team to go the med bay
- Not gonna name who...
- *cough* Tony *cough*
- It was after a huge party that Tony threw did Natasha finally open up to you
- You had inadvertently saved her from a very drunk and extremely creepy douchebag who couldn't take no for an answer
- After you pulled her away, the two of you stayed at the bar while you threw every pick up line imaginable at her
- and each time, she would throw her head back, squeezing her eyes shut as she laughed
- "Excuse me.... But did you come from the vending machine? 'Cause you are a snack!" ~Y/N
- "Oh god! That's terrible!!" ~ Nat
- "Right?! I don't get how guys think that'll work?!" ~Y/N
- "Did you just come out of the oven? 'Cause you're hot!" ~Y/N
- *gagging noises* ~ Nat
- "You're definitely on my To-Do list tonight..." ~Y/N
- "Ew..... Do another one..." ~ Nat
- and by the end of the night, the two of you were wheezing al the laughing
- After that, the two of you became attached to the hip
- Whenever someone from the team couldn't find you, they would look for Natasha and vice versa
- One time, Steve had found both you and Nat hanging upside down from a tree while you taught her how to play 'Patty Cake'
- Another time, Wanda found the two of you reading each other's' favorite stories just so you could fully understand what the other was talking about
REALIZING
- It wasn't until much later on in your friendship –8 months– with Natasha, did she finally understand why her heart would beat faster whenever you were in the same room as her
- Or why she felt angry whenever you went out with someone that wasn't her
- Or why sometimes she would have to physically restrain herself from wanting to kiss your pout when she rejected watching a rom-com
- It finally dawned on her after she spoke with Clint
- *cough* more like Clint slapped some sense into her *cough*
- "Clint! I think I might be sick..." ~ Nat
- "What?! Why?" ~ Clint
- "I dunno... My stomach gets twisted into knots and my heart beats really fast sometimes..." ~ Nat
- "Lemme ask you, does this all happen when Y/N is around?" ~ Clint
- "Yeah why? *gasp* You don't think she's drugging me do you?!" ~ Nat
- "N-no... I don't think that our sweet little avenger would be drugging you...." ~ Clint
- "Then what is it??!!?!" ~ Nat
- "How are you such a good spy and yet so oblivious and naïve when it comes to feelings?" ~ Clint
- "Wha-?" ~ Nat
- "You have a crush on N/N, dumb dumb!!!" ~ Clint
- "What?! No I don't!!" ~ Nat
- "You said that she had the breasts of a Greek goddess!" ~ Clint
- "What!? When???"
*flashback*
- When the team first began discussing whether they should accept you into the avengers or not
- Natasha may have let something slip
- "C'mon!! She can't join us!!!" ~ Tony
- "Why not, Tony?" ~ Steve
- "Are you kidding me?! That woman has the nose of a bloodhound!" ~ Tony
- "And the breasts of a Greek goddess..." ~ Nat
- "...Nat...?" ~ Clint *end flashback*
- "Oh my god!!" ~ Nat
AVOIDANCE
- After finding out, Natasha avoids you as much as she can
- You're confused thinking you did something wrong
- Every time you would enter a room, Natasha would flee immediately
- the only thing convincing you that you didn't imagine her would whatever she had left behind when fleeing
CONFRONTATION
- It took weeks before you were able to corner Natasha
- She had been taking a shower when you quite literally barged into her bathroom
- You didn't care anymore
- You had waited long enough
- You pushed her against the wall, still fully clothed questioning her
- "Why are you avoiding me?!" ~Y/N
- "W-what the fuck are you doing in here?!?! I'm taking a shower!" ~ Nat
- "Well, you have been avoiding me for practically 2 months now!!! I wanna know what I did wrong!!" ~Y/N
- "You mean besides coming here while I'm showering?!?!" ~ Nat
- "Nat please! I miss cuddling together under a fort we made during movie nights!! I miss 3am baking!! I miss complaining about every dumb move the Kardashians make! I miss our friendship!" ~Y/N
- "That's just it!! I don't want to be just friends!!" ~ Nat
- "W-what?" ~Y/N
- "I lo- like you!!! A lot... and I can't stand being just friends with you!!!" ~ Nat
- "I love you too, Nat...." ~Y/N
- "You do...?" ~ Nat
- She would have the most vulnerable look in her eyes
- her eyes would be glassy with tears as her bottom lip trembled slightly
- "Yeah... I was terrified that I was the only one..." ~Y/N
- You would lean in slightly when you'd stop
- "Can I kiss you?" ~Y/N
- "Yeah..." ~ Nat
- Consent = 🥵🥵
- The two of you would spend hours in the shower...
- 😉😉😏😏
AFTERMATH
- Natasha would be the best girlfriend
- Peppering your face with kisses every morning to wake you up
- Bringing you, your favorite flowers whenever you two had a date
- which was every week
- Reading you stories like 'Little Women' when you couldn't sleep
- Her calling you Russian pet names will never fail to make you blush
- "Morning, moya lyubov'! Did you sleep well?" ~ Nat
- "Thank you, detka!" ~ Nat
- "Ya tebya lyublyu, dorogoy..." ~ Nat
- And in turn you were just as good as a girlfriend to her
- Comforting her whenever she would have a nightmare about her past
- Sitting next to her in the shower, the both of you fully clothed, when a mission goes sideways and agents had died
- "It's all my fault..." ~ Nat
- "No it's not" ~Y/N
- "It is!! I was in charge! And I let them die..." ~ Nat
- "Babe, you did everything you could. The intel you got from the mission was clearly altered and it was a trap! You brought back as many people as you could and you saved over 20 kids from getting trafficked! That's a huge win. And yeah, it sucks that agents died, but I know that they would be proud that they sacrificed their lives so that those kids will have a better life! You're not gonna feel better sitting here feeling sorry, you have to honor what those agents did and thank them." ~Y/N
- "I love you so much, detka. Thank you for being here." ~ Nat
- "'Course... where else would I be? And I love you so much too." ~Y/N
- Reassuring her that she had wiped her ledger squeaky clean
- Of course she still had her moments of doubt but you were always there guiding her through it
- Learning Russian so the two of you could have full on conversations without the team understanding a single word
MEETING THE WIDOW FAM
- Meeting Yelena for the first and getting along amazingly
- the two of you would be working together to prank everybody
- like one time, the two of you painted all of Tony's Iron Man suits Captain America colors
- Or another time where you wrapped Sam's room in saran wrap
- took him nearly 4 hours just to cut through everything you guys wrapped
- When you met Melina and Alexei, the two were cautious around you
- but they soon opened up to you when they realized that you weren't gonna harm them
- Exchanging recipes with Melina
- Drinking contests with Alexei which left you drunk as hell and regretting your life decision the next morning
- It was safe to say that Natasha was head over heels for you
- and you for her
- And that was all that mattered to anybody
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peter: do you need help, mister loki sir?
loki: no thanks. i’m god.
(y/n): …
avengers: …
tony: (y/n)…don’t…
(y/n): …
steve: (y/n)…
(y/n): hi god, i’M DAD—
clint: [flips table] jUST ONE DAY OF PEACE IS ALL I ASK FOR—
yelena: [cackles in the distance]
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I for one would not mind more werewolf kate
Title: Once Bitten, Twice the Idiot [6/?]
Summary: After reader is attacked by a strange animal in the woods, her world is flipped upside down. Now she must navigate a new life filled with strangers and myths.
Trigger warnings: Hunting, the actual werewolf transformation, restraints (hands, legs, neck), bloody & Gore, pet names, let me know if I've forgotten anything pls.
[Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four | Part Five | Part Six]
[A/n: I was really fucking sad when I wrote this, and for that, I apoloigize. This isn't a gentle chapter, so please read with caution. And as always, I did not proof read].
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A rot of leaves coated the forest floor, filling your lungs with an unsettling pungent scent. The world had blurred edges, somehow caving in on itself with each passing second. The trees whizzed past you, an ache that once covered your entire being had ebbed away the faster you ran.
There was such an intoxicating scent that led you blindly. It was floral and sweet and screamed above all the deteriorating vegetation. You’d run so far, so fast and without hesitation. What was that? You needed to sink your teeth into it, to taste it. You would simply die if you didn’t.
It was a girl. Yes. A girl.
She was running too, but not nearly with enough speed as you. She stumbled over fallen logs and branches dug into her skin. They created gashes of dripping red that made you salivate. She was cornered against a fence, fingers curling around the chain link.
You regarded her, taking a moment to register the hot pain in your chest. How far had you followed her? It was ways from home, you knew that much, but none of that seemed to matter. No- because she was right in front of you, and she was captivating.
In your excitement, you took a careful step forward and a small noise escaped her throat. Her eyes were frantic as she took in your hulking and animalistic stature. She was afraid, and part of you was too. Something had led you to her, to this sadistic chase that had cornered you both.
Her blood tasted sweet just like her scent. Your teeth crushed bone, tore through tendons with such a simple ease.
She was yours.
Sweat had soaked through your sheets and clung to your bare legs, even as you shot up and pulled in a helping of air. Your skin buzzed as if it were set ablaze with fever. The waning moon cast a sickly pale light against the room. Your heart pounded ruthlessly against your chest.
That dream had left you antsy, and horrified. You never remembered your dreams but this one was vivid, almost like it was a memory. The coppery taste made your mouth dry. You were restless, wide awake despite the red numbers on the clock indicating that it was just past 3:00am.
You couldn’t hear anything through the walls that had been doubled down in strength despite your enhanced senses. The house was as good as silent, though you figured it statistically impossible for everyone to be asleep.
The hallway was dark compared to your room, filled with moonlight. You padded a few steps before you stopped in front of Kate’s door. It pained you to be here, begging for some type of comfort. The dream had left you rattled. Afraid.
It was getting closer to the full moon and your thoughts had been plagued with the pain that you’d read about so diligently. Scanning the inked words on a yellowing page was nothing compared to the experience of it all.
Swallowing your pride, you knocked twice, knowing that she could hear you. It took Kate a few moments to untangle herself from her blankets. You could pick up on her stumbling her way across her room until she swung the door open.
The girl tried to be suave, giving you a tired smile as she leaned against her doorframe. Her hair was sleep-worn and springing in various directions. She wore a pair of boxers with little purple arrows against the fabric and a tank top that was riding up enough to expose the smooth expanse of her stomach.
“Hi,” You swallowed the dryness in your throat, pulling your eyes from her muscular frame. Her cheeks were blooming with a fond pinkness. “I couldn’t sleep.”
You didn’t want to admit that you were freezing, that the sweat you’d produced during the odd dream had dried taught against your skin. A shiver worked its way through you, and you crossed your arms over your midsection, trying to preserve what warmth you had left.
Kate lilted her head and stepped to the side without a second thought. She beaconed you into her room. The curtains were drawn, blocking out the light of the moon. Her comforter was drawn back, pillows scattered against her bed. She must have been engulfed in a deep and comfortable sleep, one that you had broken.
It helped, not being able to see the looming structure of the moon. It made you squirm, but the scent that engulfed you, the pure warmth of Kate’s mere presence, calmed your nerves. When she shut the door softly you knew that you were safe with her.
The wolf, that’s what Wanda had called it, knew what it wanted. She said that there was a blind trust that would flow through you with the girl that you’d crawled to and that feeling was only multiplying as the full moon got closer and closer.
“Don’t… say a word.” You turned to her, crossing your arms over your chest.
Despite your warning, she smiled wolfishly at you, lifting both of her hands with an innocent shrug. She looked adorably miffed by exhaustion, and that thought annoyed you more than anything. God, you really should hate her. But she looked so warm, so accepting and every inch of your body was howling for her skin against yours.
Kate settled back into bed and peeled back the duvet with an expectant look on her face. Why were you fighting her so hard? Clearly, you were tired. You’d knocked on her door and you hadn’t done that without reason. If you wanted conversation, you would have found Peter and interrupted his late night gaming.
Or maybe even Natasha who couldn’t sleep, just like you. But you did value your life, just a little bit. So Kate it was, a magnet that drew you in. The more exhausted you got, the harder it was to pull away. And really- she had been trying. Right?
Almost as if on instinct, you took her up on her offer and slid into the encompassing warmth of the duvet. There was the scent of lavender, of freshly washed sheets and the metallic breath that she drew in, almost as if she was just as shocked as you were at the action.
Kate cautiously lowered the blanket and the two of you stared at the little glowing stars on her ceiling. You hadn’t seen them since the fifth grade. America didn’t’ have the deep green celestial patterns, but instead a garden of pulsing orange and purple, and yellow flowers.
You could feel the heat of Kate’s shoulder close to yours. You were so cold, even under the blankets and she seemed like the only source of comfort from the dream that lingered so heavily on your mind.
“Do you think…”
The words died in your throat. She turned her head to face you, and after a few moments of building up the courage you turned your cheek against the pillow too, staring into a cloudy grey stare that was marred with sleep, pockmarked with questions.
“Will I ever be able to see them again?” your voice was pinched with emotion. It was fear, the both of you recognized it. Her eyes glossed over, her bottom lip pulled between her teeth to stop it from trembling. You felt emotion well up in your own chest. “I know things will never be normal again, but do you think there’s a chance?”
Kate swallowed the thickness in her throat, voice barely a whisper. “I do.”
You nodded and dislodged the tears that were fighting for dominance. Kate didn’t’ hesitate to reach up and wipe them away with her gentle touch. Her thumb was calloused, but soft. A whimper escaped you as you leaned into her touch. Kate shivered at the contact herself.
“I get why I’m here and I’m grateful for it. The last thing I want to do…” you trained off, listening to the shuttered sound of her breathing. “I don’t want to hurt anyone, ever.”
“You won’t, y/n.”
The immediacy of her statement brought you comfort. It wasn’t necessarily a reflex, but a belief that she felt deep in her core. You clenched your eyes shut and scooted closer until you felt the full effect of Kate’s presence.
The movements were gentle as you slotted yourself against her, hand laying on her stomach and moving over the softness of her shirt. She held her breath for a moment, instinctively wrapping her arm around you. You pressed your nose against the naïve of her neck, slick with tears of her own.
“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry.” She quivered with guilt.
You were starting to understand, against your better judgement, why this had happened. Kate found you for a reason, and that tension, that discomfort, that was your wolf fighting for a way to get to her. And you had.
The tears that wet her shirt, the ones that coated your cheeks, they were those of relief. You curled into Kate, taking in her scent, the two of you gripping onto each other like a vice, eventually drifting towards a fitful sleep, shadowed by stars.
There was no such thing as privacy in a house with eleven people. Not when so many of them had a strict regimen of exercise, and healthy eating. There was a stark difference from life at the dorm where people rarely arose before twelve in the afternoon unless they had class, and even that was a gamble.
Instead, you stirred to the sound of a blender and the hushed voices of an indiscernible conversation. That was followed by a very discernible sound of a cell phone camera. Even without advanced hearing, you clocked it in moments.
A small groan escaped you. It was much too early to wake up. You had never been more comfortable in your life, your nose pressed flush against the crook of Kate’s neck. She shifted in her sleep, pulling you closer with an adorably tiny breath.
“Go away,” she grumbled, the words vibrating against your palm.
You tightened your grip on the fabric of her shirt. God, it was so bright. They’d pulled the curtains back and the sun was in full force. Despite the comfort, there was no way you’d drift back into sleep. That fact alone was solidified when you bolted up at the clearing of someone’s throat.
An odd hurriedness shot through your spine, forehead knocking against Kate’s chin and leaving a throbbing spot in its wake. The girl that was under you let out another small noise at the back of her throat, rubbing her jaw while depriving the world of her stormy stare.
Natasha Romanoff leaned against the doorframe of Kate’s bedroom. Wanda had been very clear about the rank in the house, and it was of no shock to you that Natasha was pretty high up there. It was why her simple sound of alert had made your entire body tingle. You knew- your wolf knew- that she was in charge, and that she was there for you.
“I checked your room first,” She stated matter-of-factly. “Obviously, you weren’t there.”
Your cheeks reddened at the predicament you’d found yourself in, and the fact that you were sure you’d heard the click of a cell phone camera. It was almost like your parents walking in on a sleepover that got a little too cozy.
Kate sat up groggily, testing her jaw a few times, “Good morning, Nat. To what do we owe the pleasure?”
“You can go back to sleep. I’m here for y/n. We’re going on a run.”
The wary look you got from the girl in bed next to you wasn’t exactly easing your nerves. She must have gone through this before, and she would truly object if she thought it was something you couldn’t handle. Instead, her hand found yours under the safety of the duvet and gave your fingers an encouraging squeeze.
You knew better than to object to Natasha, so you followed her orders and changed into the closest thing to workout clothes that you’d packed; a pair of royal blue gym shorts and a t-shirt that was from your last trip to the west coast. Sun, fun, and Sand.
She waited by the edge of the front yard, lifting a perfectly sculpted brow at the shirt, but didn’t say anything in acknowledgment. “We’ll do six miles up, and six miles back.”
“Up?” You squeaked out, finally earning a genuine grin from her. She started to jog ahead of you, and it took you a few moments to register that you were meant to follow her. “Back?”
The two of you kept a steady pace under the heavy hand of the sun. You felt sweat slick the back of your neck, legs screaming out in protest. You weren’t much of a runner, and had admittedly eaten one too many boxes of instant mac and cheese. But your body seemed to mold to the pace with no problem. Your muscles strained for just a moment before relaxing into he burn.
“I’m sure you’ve heard from everyone in the house how they handle a full moon.”
“No, actually,” You panted out, “everyone seems to be keeping their distance.”
“We haven’t had anyone new join our pack for years. Certainly, never this violently. Can you blame them?”
No, you really couldn’t’. They had all been so welcoming and understanding. Even Kate to a certain degree. None of that eased the fear and you figured it wouldn’t’ until you actually lived it, until every single bone in your body rebroke and reshaped until you were this insatiable creature that would seek nothing but blood and carnage. It was inside of you now, you felt it just below the surface, and that terrified you.
Your chest was beginning to burn viciously, but Natasha was showing no intention of slowing down. There was an odd need within you to please her, to make sure that you kept up with her pace despite how hard it was getting as the slight incline became a little less slight.
The woods had thickened around you both and you let out a relieved breath when she trotted to a stop on the dirt trail. The collar of your shirt was damp, and you pulled your arms behind your head to fill your lungs with more sticky air. Natasha smiled fondly at you.
“Kate tapped out about three miles back.”
“This some sort of test?” You asked, working your hand through your hair.
“A test, a tactic. Whatever you want to call it. Some of us believe that if you wear yourself out before a transition, it’ll be less excruciating on the day.”
“I read about that the other day, though, they didn’t use the word excruciating.”
“That’s what it is. Don’t let anyone sugar coat it for you, kid. It’s going to hurt and you’re going to feel every second of it.”
You plopped down on a fallen log, pressing your fingertips to your temples. You clenched your eyes shut and felt your heartbeat pulse through your entire body. Never in a million years would you figure you’d be here. Natasha’s scent strengthened when she gave your shoulder a squeeze, prompting your eyes to open.
She was rimmed in the early morning sun, ringlets of russet hair fell over her shoulders. “Come on, I didn’t make you run all the way out here for the hell of it. I want to show you something.”
Before you could object, she started down the path again, this time in a brisk walk. You let out a groan and hauled yourself off the log. When you got to where she had been, you saw nothing but a thick wall of greenery and wood. Natasha was nowhere in sight.
You closed your eyes and tried to pick up the scent of her, the detergent and the lavender and the sandalwood. Upon your second inhale, you picked up in a general direction and frowned. This was all too surreal, you were physically sniffing out a near-stranger that had led you deep into the woods.
Still, you felt a blind trust as you went off the path and continued to track her down. She was about thirty feet into the woods, standing over a pile of leaves, arms crossed over her chest. You felt yourself warm at the proud half-smile she gave you.
When you reached her, Natasha knelt and pushed back the mix of muck and leaves. It revealed two metal doors that reminded you of a summer you spent with your aunt in Alabama. It was unbelievably hot and muggy, and they had a storm shelter that was carved from the earth, the walls damp and stocked with different canned food, though you had never seen a can opener. You didn’t think to bring it up as the two of you huddled close and listened to the howling wind and rain.
“This was a long-game murder plot all along, wasn’t it?”
“I’m not into the long-game.”
Her words weren’t exactly encouraging. The hinges of the doors screamed loudly from disuse and a musty scent washed cruelly over the both of you. Your nose scrunched and Natasha grimaced but didn’t say a word. An automatic light buzzed on, allowing you to see the opened space below.
It was exactly like the storm cellar, and it’s cool interior was a brief solace from the heat of the day. There was a divide a few steps into the space, a steel wall with a door in the center, sloppily welded but with enough strength to stop a beast the size of a mid-sized Sudan.
This door creaked too, and Natasha let it linger open for a moment, staring softly at you, and then back at the room. There was safety in her stance. You knew that she had the full ability to slam it shut and lock you in, but had a deep realization that she wouldn’t.
Another light was on the ceiling, casting a circle of deep yellow. There was a deep smell of dust and dirt, but there was something hard and metallic under that. Your eyes darted to the chains that were attached to the wall, large iron things that were screwed into extra support.
More than that, were the stretching claw marks that pockmarked the walls. They went deep, past the dirt and into the cement. The pads of your fingers ran over the one closest to you. Each mark stretched further than your touch. Chills shot up to your elbow, a breath lodging itself into your throat.
Your other hand clenched your stomach, digging into your ribs. Something significant had happened here. Several significant things. Tears started to form against your eyes and the worst part was, you had no idea why.
“Those are Steves,” she said quietly, joining you within the confines of the cell, lifting her chin to another set of marks. “And Tonys.”
There were dozens of markings, all different shapes and sizes. Some were digging into the clay walls, and the floors. There were distinct scent markings on each one and you found yourself able to identify ones that belonged to Yelena, and Peter, and even Bruce. They’d all changed here at least once.
Natasha crossed the room and shifted the door until it was only slightly ajar. You straightened up, heart pulling against your throat. The door was minced with deep slashes. You shoved your hands into your pockets to keep them from trembling. They almost ached.
“You feel something, don’t you?”
Words didn’t form, couldn’t. You couldn’t pinpoint the emotion that tore through you. It was akin to longing, but it was more than that. It was like the creature that was so restless within you wanted nothing more than to claw its way out and find the person who had made those marks. They were desperate and sad, and horrifying.
You closed the distance between them and pressed your touch against the deep gashes and fought back a pained cry. You dug your teeth into the back of your free hand to quell it, but a pathetic sound still escaped you.
“Kate knew that something was wrong a few months before she escaped. She was experienced, knew as much as one could know about their wolf. But there was an unrest”
“She doesn’t like places like this.”
Your words were small. You remembered what she had told you, about how she had turned the first time alone and, in a room very similar to this one. You got the stark impression that she would never want to do something like that again. So, it begs the question of why these marks were so fresh. So fearful.
“No, she doesn’t. They scare her, make her panic before the moon has any effect. But she was conscious enough to know that if she wasn’t here, then she would end up hurting someone. It just proved not to be strong enough of a failsafe.”
Kate had felt an unrest weeks, maybe months, before she had escaped and sunk her teeth into your flesh. A wash of guilt pulled at you. You’d been giving her such a hard time, pestering her and fighting her every step of the way. She’d been in immense pain.
When the pads of your fingers touched the scratches, you felt only a fraction of the longing she must have. Grimacing, you turned away, crossing your arms over your stomach to shield you from the reality of your harshness.
You needed Kate.
“Is this where I’ll be tonight?” You asked, so softly Natasha almost didn’t’ hear it.
She nodded in response, the silence mulling between you both. A small breath escaped you, pained and held within your lungs for an abnormal amount of time. You crossed the room, picked up one of the leaden chains and weighed it against your own strength.
“I can be here with you, if you’d like.” Natasha said, filling the quiet “Or if you’d rather Steve… Wanda.”
You turned to face her, grip tightening on the chain. “Kate?”
“Kate.”
Her eyes were no longer shrouded in their silver, sullen beauty. As the sun began its descent, there was a strange tangerine glow that overtook them. It started at the center of her pupil, small whisps of neon color, and then started to ebb into the confines of her iris.
You focused on them. If you thought too much about the days leading up to this transformation, then you would work yourself into a panic. You were taking things one at a time today, and that included jogging back to the compound and shyly admitting to Kate that she was the only one you wished to have in your vicinity tonight.
Though, you hadn’t thought much about the logistics. The two of you trapped in a single cell. Yelena had walked all the way out here, keeping a silent eye on the tension that lingered against both of your frames. It wore your stance down, mind racing with the ‘what if’s’.
“Once I close this door, neither of you will be released until daybreak.” Her thick accent carried a sharp edge to it that made this finite. “There is an emergency radio, Kate knows where it is.”
They’d thought of everything, really. Yelena had handed over a sheathe of needles and a small vile that you knew had to be tranquilizer. It smelled acidic and nitrate in nature. Even your rational, human side, cringed away from it.
With a final nod that conveyed good luck, and a strong, ‘I’m rooting for you,’ Yelena exited the cell and slammed the metal door behind her. From there, she retreated, and another lock was put into place after she’d slithered a coil of chain around the outside doors. Your heart picked-up it’s pace, never one for confined spaces.
Kate seemed to hear the uptake and closed the distance between the both of you. One hand found your waist and you allowed her to give it a reassuring squeeze. The other cupped your cheek, guiding your stare. “Hey, listen to me. I know this is scary, but I’m not going to let anything happen to you.”
You believed her partially because you had no other choice. Her eyes were mostly orange now, glowing enough to cast a strange shadow against her face. You wondered dumbly if yours would do the same. Something was boiling inside of you, making your entire body sweat. It felt like you were in a sauna, breathing in the hot steam after water was poured listlessly over black coals.
“I’ll talk you through everything, until neither of us can talk. Then we won’t have to.”
“Okay, alright. That sounds good.”
She nodded at you and began to unzip her sweatshirt until the teeth of the zipper released their hold. She was wearing a black sports bra and matching bike shorts, stretchy material that hadn’t set her back too much financially. They would be torn to shreds by the end of the night, regardless.
Kate’s stomach was toned. It was tanned and showed all the stamina of a beast. You tried not to let your eyes linger for too long, tried to ignore the small trail of hair that dipped below her waistband. Despite herself, Kate smiled at you cockily, but moved her hands to your own jacket.
“Is this okay?”
“Yeah.” You swallowed the dry metal taste in your mouth. “I don’t think my fingers will cooperate right now.”
She let out a small noise in response and pulled your jacket from your shoulders, leaving you in much of the same. She’d promised earlier that the two of you would go out and get clothes that you were more comfortable in, but this suited you just fine. Her pupils dilated, rushing them in more sherbet color. A stuttered breath escaping her and fanning against your bare collarbone.
“What? Oh my god, is it starting?”
You didn’t feel any different, still extremely hot to the touch and a little riled up after getting a look at Kate’s mostly-bare form. Color petaled her cheeks. She was actually blushing. Even in the dim lighting of the cell, that much was clear.
“No, no. You’re just…” She shook her head, trying to clear it “really beautiful, is all.”
“Oh,”
More blush, her eyes slipping down to the floor. “Yeah. I should probably get you secured, though. It’ll be more comfortable to sit.”
You understood exactly what she meant. Your heart was thrumming through your entire body at the compliment, though you both welcomed the distraction of a task. This task was securing locks around your wrists, and your ankles. Large iron things that could stop a lion. They were bolted into cement, digging into the foundation.
You kept your back against the damp wall, allowing Kate to fiddle with the mass of restraints. She fastened the first cuff on your wrist and looked at you expectantly. “Is this too tight? We want it to be a little loose. You’ll fill out when the transformation is done.”
“It’s alright,”
Kate diligently fastened the other three; one more around your opposite wrist, and two around your ankles. The only thing left was a chain that was intended to click smugly around your throat. She stared at it warily, eyes meeting yours.
“This one isn’t comfortable, and after tonight, you won’t need it.” She stated, using her hand to brush a stray hair from your eyes. Something was coiling in your stomach now, an unrest. A parasite that seemed to want to bubble out of your chest. “Your body will be in fight or flight mode. All of your senses will be heightened more than they are now and you’ll want to get out of these.”
“And if I do?”
“If you do, you’ll have to go through me.”
She fastened the chain around your neck, listening for the heady click. Just like the others, she adjusted and pulled on it until she was satisfied with your capture. A slight noise pushed past your lips. It felt like you had a stomachache, a cramping that would send you straight to a heating pad on any other day.
“I know, baby.” She soothed, the pet name slipping past her. She frowned, then lightened her stare. “I know it hurts. I’m right here. I’m with you.”
Her words soothed you. She backed up and sat cross-legged in front of you. There was an admiration of her control. Sweat prickled against her upper lip and at her hairline. It was an indication that you weren’t alone in this. Though, Kate Bishop had more practice, pain was eternal.
“You said I’d have to go through you,” your words were trembling. It took a few moments to force them into existence, but Kate was patient. Your legs and arms were starting to ache, just a dull thrum that reminded you of destroying your muscles to wick them back together again. “What… did you mean?”
Kate smiled and you swore her teeth were pointed at the end. Your vison was starting to blur, and you blinked away tears that dripped from your chin. “We’re not going to fight, or anything, if that’s what you’re thinking. I think our wolves- well, I think they’ll get along just fine.”
“Kate Bishop, are you insinuating something?”
“Me? No. Never.”
She let out a grunt, her hand going to her ribcage. There was a dull pop that jolted through her body and you clenched your eyes shut for a moment. Not wanting to see her in pain. Not wanting to see what was next for you.
You didn’t have to wait long. The pressure started to build in your forearm first, a tight pain that shot from your fingers all the way to your elbow. Almost as if your bone was straining against itself, and it was. The crack and splinter of it threw you off your balance with a dizzying amount of discomfort.
A scream tore through your throat, toes digging into the soft, damp floor. Kate let out another grunt of discomfort, dropping her elbow to the ground. Her chest was heaving, pulling air in greedily before releasing as if she never wanted it in the first place. Her efforts were punctuated by a deep and primal growl that took you back to the night in the forest.
All of your limbs were tightening now, two pops from your ribs and an extra one in your ankle. You were doubled over in a blind torment. Your cheek was pressed to the ground, the scent of dirt filling your senses. There was blood here too, so thick and potent that it was if it gurgled against your own tongue.
“I’m sorry,” you thought you heard her through your own strangled cries of pain. Her voice deep and words miffed by the growing teeth pressing against her gums. “I’m so sorry.”
“Fuck!” You cried out, the last bit of human semblance you could form. Your own words were minced with agonizing cries and a rumble from the center of your chest that sounded anything but human. It was feral. It was hungry.
Your vison pulsed around the edges, darkness creeping in. You shakily lifted your hand, watched as your flesh became shrouded with gore. It was shredded, dark gray fur sprouting over your knuckles as your skin fell away entirely. Once human nails had been replaced by claws, dripping with your own blood and muscle tissue.
They shined as if you had been baptized once more. Teeth- your own teeth, filled your mouth as they were pushed out to welcome new ones. You’d spit them to the ground, relished in the sweet taste of the blood that filled your mouth, only for you to spit again.
There was a howl, one distant that made your entire body stiffen under its command. You weren’t wailing anymore, and neither was Kate. The two of you had silenced, breathed hard and tried to find your bearings. Your collarbone widened, seemed to stretch like the rest of you. The restraints were tightening as you grew. As you changed.
Another howl cut through the air, this time you had the urge to answer with one of your own. At least, that was the last humane thought you had, before everything went black.
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you wish you never ever met her at all 🕷️🥵
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My first video edit!! How exciting. I’ve always wanted to make one of these bad boys. I hope y’all like it, comment if you have constructive criticism or suggestions!!
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Tony: If I punch myself and it hurts, am I strong or weak?
Peter: Strong.
Yelena: Weak.
Nat:
Steve:
Bruce:
Y/n: A dumbass is what you are.
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Guardian Angel Masterlist
Summary: It took time, patience, and an intense personal as well as public effort for Wanda to be welcomed back into the Avengers after the Westview events. However, deep down, she didn't believe that she deserved to be accepted back. Billy and Tommy, somehow, managed to survive the destruction of the Hex. Now, Wanda's primary focus is rebuilding her life with her beloved sons. One Monday morning, when she went out for a simple coffee date with Natasha, she met you. You were the unexpected surprise that she didn't see coming, but maybe it's a positive kind of surprise.
Setting: This story takes place one year after the events of WandaVision, and assumes that the Multiverse of Madness did not occur.
The Chapter List is below the cut.
Chapter List:
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Discussion: All posts related to this story will be #GuardianAngel. Feel free to ask questions! I love this story.
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It's just pretend right? ( Bucky barnes x reader ) part 6
summary : revelations and secrets are finally revealed as kitty comes to terms with everything she thought she knew and was about to know and well once one avenger is attack well it's an attack on them all as the team visit the ranch .
warnings : this is a happier part sad but happy and sort of goofy
previous part
“ she not the only one , gonna need a little more than that terminator “ tony called his eyes locked on screen as friday was running it’s test on the dart .
“ jessie , he was like her only he knows he’s adopted just not all of it , but her dad he said he was the same as her , it’s not what it looks like he’s not hydra not fully he’s a double agent look it hard to explain either he or fury can explain the dynamics but we’re going to have to run some test make sure he doesn’t burst into flames” bucky explained placing her on the cot .
“ or shooting vines … oh yeah she does that too so i guess we’re going to have to see what else our girl body is hiding from her and us “ tony said as their heads shot in his direction .
“ why couldn’t she be just be the normal one , healthy family life but nope it’s like become an avenger and the trauma follows “ nat mumbled checking over her once more ignoring bucky. “ oh give it over “ she pushed him away .
“ stop fighting over me it gonna give me big ego like stark” she groaned
“ hey Look she ok “ tony rolled his eyes .
“ other than my life was a lie and my brother could be whatever i am what is going on and who is after me “ she sat up as nat and Bucky helped her .
“ well hydra is after You , you brother well who might be your brother is from same lab rest i don't know fury kept his lips tight on this one and well seems as they want you back” tony explained .
“ that is just magical no seriously this fan fucking tastic” she scoffed.
“ maybe let your dad explain “ nat smiled sadly .
“ i will, you wanna Test My blood right ?” She looked to to tony who nodded . “ well lets do this first “ she pulled her sleeve up looking down at her arms remembering what it was that came from them .
“ how did you get your abilities how did they start” tony asked pulling the kit out from .
“ you Dont have to tell him doll” bucky squeezed her should he could feel her tense , could hear the breath that got caught In her throat .
“ no its fine erm my cousin , terror twins we call them well they told me jessie was hurt climbing Into a water tower, they said It was accident but they pushed me in and i thought i was going to drowned … no one was going to find me then it came Like i just felt this feeling like building and building i thought It … It was me dying then boom fire to point all the water turned into steam that steam well Actually did nearly kill me no oxygen And i was in a coma for like a month , they laughed when i cried now everytime I see their stupid faces i remember like im trapped in that water tower “ she sniffled . “ nat and fury only people after family to know that well tony And steve cause a file that wasn't suppose to exist “ she laughed dryly Wiping tears from her eyes .
“ kitty” she turned To see her Dad and maybe he didn't expect it but she ran into his arms . She could see it , see that guilt and yet That Unconditional love in his Eyes .
“ papa you need to tell me the truth The whole truth please” she looked up at him and suddenly it was like looking down at the little girl he put to bed so many times after nightmares or scared of monsters under the bed .
“ best sit down , please know this before i tell you this kitty none of it was fake for me not one second did i think of you any different then my daughter” he smiled sadly .
“ maybe we should give them space to do this “ nat winced , she knew , steve knew and bucky knew .
“ but i wanna … fine” tony pouted following the widow out while bucky squeezed her shoulders .
“ i was in the military that part was true and i was good , so good i caught the attention of shield who wanted me to work for them , it was no brainer whether to take the job or not really it was probably one of quickest yes i said in my life first they told me a baby was found little boy taking out of lab would we care for him and we said yes actually your mother said it we got jessie then a few years later actually jessie was eight and the twin well were 6 and then nick fury came to me a mission so classified that not even the director alexander pierce knew it was going down , he said they found a lab pierce didn’t wanna bother with it but fury well couldn’t let it go so i went undercover pretended i wanted to be hydra said it was the future shit like that , they believed me i’d send in the intel to fury and work in some lab one night they got this woman i and she had most beautiful baby girl i ever seen , the lady fought she said she couldn’t do it again but they killed her so i called fury the raid happened and he slipped me out the back told me take this baby and not to stop for anyone he would come when he could so i did i brought you home and your mama she fell in love with you i went back and we told pierce everything and left out the part of you fury burned the place down so they would think you went with it we got promoted i stayed for couple of years then i retired said i would help with the kids and ranch wanted to watch you grow up and that wasn’t a lie” he looked at her she could see it all in his eyes .
“ why didn’t you tell me , why didn’t fury tell me was that how he found me in new york? “ she asked .
“ i called him new places and that gift of your never did work so i asked him make sure you weren’t locked in a lab somewhere like .. “
“ E.T” She chuckled.
“ jessie mom i don’t know if you both got same mama , she was pretty like you “ he held her face.
“ then how come they won’t accept me ? they accepted jessie ? “ she asked softly .
“ because your grandfather left everything in your name and their vultures …. Thanks young man “ she turned to see tony letting her grandmother in .
“ i like her … shit sorry i leave you too it … touching stuff really sorry for doubting you “ tony waved as he left .
“ stop listening you over grown toddler” she yelled.
“ couldn’t hear you “ his voice rang out over intercom of the jet .
“ this is weird airplane” her grandmother looked around .
“ ok back to it the old guy left everything to her “
“ TONY “
“ Fine i’ll stop listening “ not that she believed that.
“ yes as voice said he left it to you most of it all is a bit of exaggeration some for jess and the twin not the horrible ones cause you guys cared even still you write me every week telling me of your stories although i don’t like the gods part there’s only one of him “ she sat down .
“ maybe wait before bring loki and thor here?” she whispered to her dad who nodded in agreement.
“ that’s why they pushed me in that water tower” she gasped .
“ they heard your grandpa talking with his lawyer “ her dad confirmed .
“ you know no matter what they say your our kitty right? “ her grandmother asked .
“ i do i’m sorry i ran off earlier i mean it’s a lot still in tbh “ she winced .
“ good now go say sorry your poor mother is beside herself in there “ her grandmother swatted her arm sending her to her feet and kept swatting as she walked out the door to the house .
“ hey stop .. can’t get around my ass OWWW … sorry ma’am “ she yelped after the woman pinched her arm . “ stop laughing stank” she grumbled .
She walked into the kitchen and seen her mama sitting and she felt instant guilt yes they did keep a lot from her and yeah she was still right to feel betrayed but giving the other outcome she did really have a great childhood and they didn’t treat her differently even with her gift they still treated her with same love and care probably more so .
“ mama “ she smiled as the woman looked up rushing toward her honestly kitty was surprise how she still had tears left .
“ i’m sorry really baby we just wanted to keep you safe” she cried .
“ i know now , i’m sorry for scaring you … also think your moms more lively then she letting on “ she whispered last part .
“ hey pyro on the prairie your gonna wanna here this “ tony called .
“ jesus what now is my birth parent actually aliens “ she scoffed as she , izzy and her mom walked in just as jack and jessie walked in carrying cassies things .
“ hey good timing this concerns you to … bruce let them have it ?” tony called.
“ hey kiddo you ok “ bruce voice came out the phone .
“ i mean as well as i can come on lay it on me are me and jessie ET” she sighed .
“ actually no your from earth but hey wouldn’t be surprising giving it all really ..”
“ today big little guy “ tony huffed.
“ well you and jessie are sibling you share the same dad , his mom died giving birth and well your actually related to another member of the team “ bruce explained .
“ please don’t say it bucky .. i mean i may be from south but not that far down south “ she grimaced .
“ no it’s not bucky or steve actually it’s nat it would appear you two share same mother “ .
“ holy shit i had dirty dreams about my little sisters sister “ jack blurted out .
“ please say i’m adopted too “ izzy face scrunched up in disgust as she stood away from her twin .
“ your birth father well he was also part of nats life” bruce went more quietly .
“ shit bruce are you my dad” she gasped.
“ do i look old enough to be your…. Nevermind actually turns out alexei shostakov is who your birth father “ bruce called .
“ i did not see that coming “ nat mouth fell open
“ wait the dude that pretended to be your dad then … you have got to be shitting me really? Can we not pretend it was an alien “ she whined.
“ sorry kiddo we’ll see you guys soon “ he hung up .
“ what do he mean see you soon” she turned to tony. “ who’s we “ .
“ the team hey your one of us mean priority is to stop whoever’s after you “ tony shrugged.
“ i knew we had a sisterly bond” nat smirked .
“ so my dad is guy that sold you?” jessie finally spoke up as nat nodded .” what the shit “ he sighed .
“ i know right but you got two adoptive sister lets hope you didn’t have dirty thoughts about nat too “ she winced.
“ nah i like that wanda chick we ain’t related to her in anyway are we?” he asked.
“ ok moving on from that how the hell is alexei my dad?” she asked .
“ i’ll see if yelena can find out” nat pulled out her phone . “ hey lena we got more siblings “ she called walking out the room .
“ really no sign of being et “ she asked .
“ sorry kitty cat “ tony patted her shoulder .
Honestly she couldn’t believe one simple trip home well would result in all of this , nat being her sister and the widows host/adoptive dad being her birth father and her being a lab experiment for hydra just tied it all in a neat bow serious how she wasn’t in a padded room albeit there was still time for that . she also had the team coming to the ranch in matter of hours and now she was hiding in her room trying to make sense of it all .
“ come in “ she called as the knock on her door snapped her from her thoughts
“ just wanted to check see you were ok “ bucky poke his head in .
“ i’m ok i think it still doesn’t feel real like this is so crazy all in a day i find out i’m adopted , nats my sister so is yelena in a way which also mean i’m not even american right? Oh god what is my life” she fell on her bed staring at the ceiling.
“ an your not an alien “ he pointed out .
“ i was kinda hoping for that” she sighed .
“ well turned out alexei volunteered for some red room / hydra thing back in the day before they severed ties now he’s gushing about how his boy and his girls are well you know ” .
“ yeah i think jessie would actually shoot him “ she laughed .
“ he does want to meet you but nat told him that was up to you and to give you time but yelena is on her way “ he said. “ she heard someone attacked and well “
“ she is very all for family “ she nodded.
“ yeah jacks currently have a identity crisis asking is nat his sister too “ he lay beside her.
“ bet you didn’t think this was going to happen when you agree to be my fake boyfriend “ she snorted honestly it had to be a joke right .
“ i was thinking alien too cause doll you are out of this world “ he smirked as she broke out into laughter.
“ oh my god you did not just say that and steve said you were a ladies man sure you weren’t the dork back then “ .
“ you doubting my skills “ he sat up leaning over her .
“ yes after that yess” she laughed alittle and yet she leaned up .
They were mere inches apart before a banging on the door .
“ hey teams here” nat yelled as bucky fell back .
“ COME ON “ she yelled so close and yet so far .
“ we could pretend to be asleep “ bucky groaned getting off the floor .
“ nah nats waiting” she huffed.
“ she’s right i am come onnn” nat sang .
“ to be continued “ she winked before heading out the door .
“ thanks natalia “ bucky groaned as the widow snorted .
“ sorry barnes maybe you can woo my little sister… so fun to say “ she smirked .
part 7
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Second Chance - Chapter 15
Masterlist
Warning: fluff with a mix of angst, mention of treatment, mention of death
Word Count: 3.4k
Note: a lot of this story is based on my own personal experience with the disease. As I've learned chemotherapy effects everyone very differently. The type of chemo the reader is on is based on her type of cancer but the treatment plan may not be 100% accurate. I'm no doctor but I am doing as much research as I can
Tony liked to wear masks, whether it be his Iron Man or the cocky Playboy or once upon a time behind a drink. He hated showing those around him how he was truly feeling. Partly, he blamed his upbringing. With his parents never around, he learned to box away his feelings and hide them. Things were different. He had Pepper, Morgan, and a team that felt like more of a family than Howard and Maria. Now there was you, a new addition to the mix but not an unwelcome one.
For once, he felt a little out of his element. With Morgan, he was there for the girl’s first steps, and although he missed her first words, Pepper sent him a video of it. Natasha made fun of him for crying, but he saw the tears that formed in the team’s eyes when his phone got passed around. But with you. He missed all of it. So when you declared that you weren’t going to use Morgan’s bone marrow to save your life, he couldn’t pull the ‘dad’ card. He was only your father for 2 weeks. There was no ground for him to stand on.
He sat in the meeting room while the rest of the team pilled in. They needed to know the change in your treatment plan. He caught Yelena’s eyes, and the blonde gave him a small smile. It was hard for him to wrap his head around the fact you were seeing Yelena. With everything going on, he needed a vacation. “So,” he said once Bucky sat down next to Natasha. “Her treatment is changing.”
He wasn’t sure if he told them the correct information. The intensity of the treatment dawned on everyone. It was still a 3-week cycle. Now, you would have a double dosage twice weekly for two weeks, then a week off. When Steve asked about a possible match, Tony gave a vague answer about still looking for one, but your doctor wanted to move forward before it was too late. It was your choice on how to tell the team the truth.
Thankfully, Yelena was there to fill in the blanks to the questions he wasn’t sure how to answer. No one seemed to bat an eye when she knew so much about your treatment plan.
Finally, the team began to leave. A heaviness filled the air, suffocating. Your ability to touch the lives of these people so quickly should be studied. A slight slap to his leg startled him out of his thoughts. “Belova, what do you want?” The blonde crossed her arms.
“I want you to say what is on your mind now that your daughter is not here,” she said. “I can take your shovel talk, Stark. I have faced bigger threats than you.” The man let out a dry laugh. It was funny, and she wasn’t wrong either. He knew only a fraction of the horrors Yelena and Natasha were subjected to. There was a lot he wanted to say - a conversation between the person dating his daughter that he thought he had more time to prepare for. Hell, Morgan was only 4.
But was it right for him to have a say in who you spent your time with? And this wasn’t someone random. This was Yelena, someone he knew long before you. He saw her grow into the person she is now.
“Why her?” he finally asked. “You could have anyone in the world, but you chose her after knowing her for less than a month.” Being an Avenger came with status and power. He knew it better than anyone. Tony watched Yelena’s face soften, and she let out a sigh. She sat in front of him.
“Before Natalia and I were taken to the Red Room, our mother told us to not let them take out hearts,” she played with a ring on her finger that had a turtle charm. It must be new since Tony had never seen it before. “I was not sure what she meant then, but now I do. Melina did not want our hearts to be darkened by the horrors we faced. It was the one thing we could control,” she sighed again. “Sometimes I question if my heart is still good but your daughter,” Yelena looked at Tony. “Her heart is still good even though the world tried to change it.”
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The sound of the elevator stopping pulled you out of sleep. You weren’t fully asleep; you were drifting between the two stages. Your eyes fluttered open, and you saw Tony. Morgan was still pressed to your side in a much deeper sleep than you. “Sorry, kid, I didn’t realize you were here.” You shook your head.
“It’s fine,” you whispered. “This one was getting tired.” Pushing the blame onto Morgan was easier than admitting you were tired. If you were tired, then that meant you weren’t feeling good, and you refused to worry them. The man frowned and sat next to you. It was easy to lean against him.
“It’s okay to be tired,” he said, fixing the beanie on your head. You were wearing it less around the team, but it felt comforting to wear it. It’s okay to rest.”
“I don’t want to be tired,” you answered.
“Why?” Such a simple question caused turmoil to race through your body. If you were tired, your body was being affected by the chemo.
“Are you okay with me and Yelena?” You changed the direction of the conversation. Tony sighed, crossed his left leg over his right, and looked at the TV. The end credits of Frozen 2 were playing, but the movie was muted. You weren’t sure when you fell asleep during the film.
“I don’t think I have a say in who you sleep with,” you managed to sit up more and move Morgan so she was leaning on the armrest of the couch.
“Why would you think that?” You frowned. “Your opinion matters to me.” Tony looked at you.
“It does?” He questioned. You nodded, and you saw him smile as he looked forward again. “Then she isn’t stupid enough to hurt you. I’d kick her ass,” you chuckled and kept to yourself that Yelena believed she would win that fight. Still, his words nagged at you.
“Why did you not think your opinion wasn’t important to me?” You nudged your shoulder against him when he was quiet for too long.
“I haven’t been in your life long enough to dictate what you do with it,” he said. “If you wanted to spend your free time with Yelena, who am I to stop you.”
“Tony,” you spoke slowly.
“It’s fine,” he managed a forced smile. It reminded you of the smile from the garage. “I have some work to do,” he stood up and kissed your forehead. “I’ll see you later, okay?” You felt like you received whiplash with the change and tone in conversation.
“Tony, wait,” you said quickly, following him to the dining room table. You suddenly felt lightheaded. “Woah,” you said and grabbed onto the table.
“Hey, hey,” Tony grabbed you by the shoulders and carefully helped you sit down. “Deep breaths for me, okay? Deep breaths.” Your head fell onto his shoulder, and he rubbed his hand up and down your back. You took a few deep breaths, and your head stopped spinning. You slumped back into the chair and saw Tony kneeling before you with a smile. “Better?” You nodded.
“You may not have been there while I grew up because Jessica didn’t give you the choice,” Tony’s smile flattered. “But you are here now when I need you. Your opinion matters, you matter. So thank you.”
“No need to thank me, butterfly. You’re my daughter,” you nodded and heard Morgan call your name from the couch. “I’ll get her.” He stood up and walked over to the couch. You were too far to hear what Tony was saying, so you focused on your breathing. The world wasn’t spinning as much, but your body felt sluggish.
You heard Morgan’s feet pattering as she ran towards you. You sat up straighter when she appeared in front of you. “Daddy said you need a special Morgan hug.” You smiled.
“Yeah, I need a big hug,” she climbed onto your lap and wrapped her arms around your neck. You held her against you and looked at Tony over her shoulder.
“All better?” She asked.
“Yeah,” you closed your eyes and fought the tears threatening to take over. “All better.”
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You loved traditions. There were so many between you and your mom. When the summer solstice came around, you would be camping to celebrate the summer kick-off. It was the best place to be, under the stars and a belly full of smores. For Christmas, you would ice skate on Christmas Eve and spend the morning at a local food shelter. Birthdays were kept small with a slice of cheesecake and one present. Those traditions died when she did. It hurts too much to continue them on your own.
Now, you were living with a new group, and they had their own set of traditions, which included the Young Avengers, as they were called, having dinner together. Since they were all horrible cooks, they decided on Chinese. Thankfully, they had soup options that wouldn’t upset your stomach. On any other day, you would offer to cook. Even when you tried to offer, it took a stern look from Yelena to keep your mouth shut. Besides, it would be unwise to stand in the kitchen when your entire body was laced with exhaustion.
It was frustrating. When your body craved sleep, but your mind and soul wanted this social interaction. Being trapped in your room while your friends were hanging out sounded dreadful. You never had FOMO. Sometimes, you need a night to recharge. Now, it was different. With this disease running rampant through your body, it was a clicking time bomb. Any moment could be your lost. So you fought through the exhaustion, ignored Yelena’s worried glances, and tried to stay in the present moment.
At first, it was easy; you laughed with your friends, told them stories about your life before them, and cuddled up against Yelena. She seemed to not care about the teasing remarks from Kate, America, or the winks MJ would send your way. All that mattered to her was that you were in her arms, but that was your downfall. Yelena was your portable heater. The heat that radiated off her soothed the ache in your body. It was bringing you closer to sleep than you would like.
You groaned and tried to shift away from Yelena. The blonde held you tighter to prevent your escape. “What’s wrong, detka?” She asked. “Am I too hot for you?” You rolled your eyes at her teasing remarks.
“No, I think you are not attractive at all,” you deadpanned and received a slight pinch to your side. “You are going to make me fall asleep.” Yelena frowned.
“Am I that boring?” You slapped her shoulder. She pretending to be hurt gave you time to move to the corner of the couch. The others were in the kitchen, cleaning up the leftover food and gathering snacks for the movie. Yelena quickly sat next to you again, offering space between you and her.
“If you are tired, get some sleep. We can do this another night.” Some of your friends in DC said you were brutally honest even when they wanted you to lie. You saw no point in lying to people that you cared about. It caused a few petty fights that lasted a few hours. You were like your mother in that aspect. She believed the truth; no matter how much it hurt, it was the best route.
You pushed some of Yelena’s hair behind her ear and kept your hand on her cheek. “I don’t know how many more nights I will have like this,” you whispered. “I want to join as many as I can.” Her green eyes softened, and she took your hand to kiss your palm.
Before she could respond, the others came back. Yelena placed her arm on the back of the couch and kissed the side of your head while you took the bowl of popcorn from MJ. You kept quiet while they discussed the movie to watch. Some random crime drama was put on and you relaxed into the couch.
While the opening credits were playing, you caught Yelena watching you. You took your eyes off the screen and looked at her. Quickly, she cupped your cheek and kissed you. She deepened the kiss and pulled away when Kate turned around to ask Yelena about the movie. She answered it perfectly as if her tongue wasn’t down your throat. “You are missing the movie,” she said.
“I am not sure how long I have, so I will never stop kissing you,” you smiled and kissed her cheek. You grabbed her arm, placed it over your shoulder, and leaned into her.
You weren’t the only one going through this, so depriving yourself of Yelena’s touch was depriving her, too. You weren’t alone. You had Yelena, Tony, Pepper, and all the Avengers. It was comforting yet terrifying.
✦ . ⁺ . ✦ . ⁺ . ✦
Yelena woke you up when the movie ended and returned to her room. Immediately, you fall back to sleep in the comfort of her bed and her arms around you. Suddenly, you woke up. Yelena separated herself from you. The cold air sent a shiver down your spine, but you couldn’t bring yourself up to cuddle beside her. It would wake her up, and she looked so peaceful while she slept. Her braid was coming undone from the constant tossing and turning. The blanket was at her waist, and her arms were under the pillow. Smiling, you carefully got out of bed. “Dekta,” you froze. You were sleeping next to a Black Widow, sneaking out of bed would be impossible.
“Just getting water,” you told her. “Go back to sleep.” Sleepy green eyes looked up at you.
“Promise you’ll come back,” you almost frowned. Instead, you walked over to her side of the bed and showed her your right pinky.
“Promise,” she looked at you confused. Her brain was still clouded with sleep. Slowly, she raised her hand and linked her pinky with yours. “Can’t break a pinky promise,” you smiled. “Especially if you kiss it.” You kissed your hand. Yelena dropped her hand and rolled her eyes.
“You are such a dork,” she mumbled and closed her eyes. You waited until she fell asleep and stood up. Deciding on getting water from the common floor, it was a good chance to stretch your legs. Surprisingly, you weren’t the only one there. Natasha sat at the dining room table with her laptop and a few files. The coffee mug she had was half full. You wondered how many times she refilled it. You filled two glasses of water in the kitchen and put in an electrolyte mixture. Once it was dissolved, you walked over to the redhead and placed it next to the coffee.
“It’s water with electrolyte mix,” you told her when she looked at it curiously. “You can’t survive on just coffee.” The woman scuffed but took a sip of the water. “What are you working on?” You sat on the opposite side of the table so you didn’t accidentally see what she was working on.
“Mission reports,” she answered and drank half of the water. You hid your smile behind your glass. “Just trying to get ahead.”
“I’m surprised Bucky let you out of bed,” Natasha laughed.
“I could say the same to you,” she said, glancing at you from above the report she was reading. “Does Yelena know you are wandering the tower at night?”
You wouldn’t call it wandering, but you knew what she meant. “Yes,” you said and traced the rim of the cup. “She knows I’m getting water, which isn’t a lie.” You finished your glass. While you sat silently as Natasha worked, your mind returned to the day Yelena planned for you. It seemed impossible to find something wrong. She let you ramble about animals, refused to make you feel bad when you walked about your mom, and made you feel safe. You only wanted to plan something that made her feel seen, too. Natasha seemed like the perfect person to ask. “I would say,” you spoke slowly. “You know Yelena pretty well.” The older Black Widow blinked at you and closed her laptop.
“I would hope so. She is my sister,” you rolled your eyes with a huff and leaned back in the chair. “What is on your mind?”
“I want to take her on a date before I start feeling unwell, but I’m not sure what to do,” you explained. So I want to ask the person who knows her the best.” You watched Natasha organize her workspace, carefully closing the files and making sure that the papers were inside and protected, then piled them on top of her laptop.
“Listen, I get that you are Stark’s kid, but that doesn’t protect you from me. Understand?” You nodded and kept your mouth shut. You knew she had more to say. “Yelena leaves her heart on her sleeve. It took a long time for her to trust people with it, and that trust was almost broken.” You figured she was talking to Yelena’s ex, the one who told her that her love language was something to be ashamed of. You wanted to ask more, but Natasha continued, “I see how you look at her. Your heart is good. She likes animals and dogs mostly. She has an American Akita with our parents back in Russia.”
“Thank you,” she nodded, stood up with her laptop under her arm, and grabbed her glass. You heard her cleaning the glasses. “Nat,” you followed her to the kitchen, and she took the glass from you to clean. “I like her a lot, and I will do everything in my power not to break her heart.”
Natasha narrowed her eyes at you and scanned you up and down. “Even though you refuse treatment, that could keep you here with her.” The air was sucked out of your lungs. It felt like she injected ice into your veins. Frozen to your spot, all you could do was stare at her.
“It’s so much more complicated than that,” you whispered. She gave you a soft smile.
“I get it,” she said, placing her hand on yours. Carefully, Natasha intertwined her fingers with yours. “I probably get it more than anyone.” You frowned, unsure of what she meant. “Just be with her for as long as you can. That’s all I ask.”
With Natasha’s words echoing, you walked back to Yelena’s room. The blonde woke up as soon as you got close to the bed. “Sorry,” you said as you climbed in next to her. Without saying anything, she pulled you close to her chest. Your head fell against her shoulder, and her heartbeat mixed with yours. It felt impossible to separate the two.
“Are you okay?” She mumbled. You nodded and burrowed your head into her shoulder.
“Can I put my hand under your shirt?” Her voice was soft when she said, ‘Yes’. You put your hand underneath her shirt and felt her breath hitch when she placed your hand over her heart. A shiver went down her body, you knew your hand was cold compared to her natural body temperature. “I used to do this with my mom,” you told her. When you were younger, you would place your hand above her shirt. “Her heartbeat always calmed me down.” Yelena used her free hand to pull your head out of her shoulders. You were looking up at her.
“Is there a reason you need to calm down?” She asked. You shook your head.
“No,” you whispered. “It’s just a nice reminder that you are here.” Yelena smiled. It was supposed to comfort you, but it broke your heart.
“I am here. I am not going anywhere.” She kissed you softly. Your body slumped against hers as you lost yourself in the feeling of her lips on yours. Still, Natasha’s words ran through your mind. You were the one who may leave.
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y/n: ok so here's the tea *slams papers on the table*
kate: omg spill!
peter: wait i need to get the snacks
yelena: lemme get my notepad
steve: im slightly confused... tea?
tony: wait tea? hold on im getting my blanket
wanda: *sigh* honey, its called a mission report
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shadows.
Chapter two:
Pairings: Wanda X Natasha, Natasha X umbrakinetic child reader, Wanda X umbrakinetic child reader, Avengers X umbrakinetic child reader.
Warnings:
Summary: Wanda and Natasha were no strangers to the dark. But what happens when the dark isn't what they thought it was?
A/n: this took ages 😭.
3rd person.
Natasha walked into the compound trying to figure out a way to convince the other Avengers to let y/n stay. Upon stepping out if the elevator on her and Wanda's floor Natasha was greeted with the smell of bacon and eggs. Natasha walked into the kitchen and wrapped her arms around her cooking girlfriend.
"Tasha hey!"
Wanda exclaimed excitedly.
"hey detka"
Natasha responded, kissing Wanda's neck.
Wanda finished cooking and placed a plate of bacon and eggs Infront of Natasha before setting up her own.
"how was your run Moya lyobove (lmk if I spelt that wrong btw)?"
Wanda asked absent mindedly as she ate. Natasha suddenly remembered the books she brought and pulled them out and passed them to Wanda.
"I took you up on your 'be more spontaneous' offer. I went to a bookshop and got you these"
Natasha studied her girlfriends face as she inspected the books.
"they look fun... but there's something in your mind."
Wanda said shooting Natasha a pointed look. Natasha looked away.
"there was a teen. A homeless teen."
Natasha refused to meet Wanda's eyes.
"and upon impulse you gave them a place to stay. Didn't you."
Wanda sighed.
"there's a spare room in our floor that nobody uses and I'm sure she won't be trouble. Kid looks like she's been through a lot and..."
Natasha trailed off. She actually had no idea what had pushed her to make such a decision. Wanda looked at Natasha sympathetically.
"and you couldn't stand the thought of her staying there."
Wanda said softly. Natasha sighed and nodded gently.
"well I have nothing against it. Infact I support the idea. But your going to need alot of luck to convince the others of your idea."
Natasha groaned.
"Argh I know."
Wanda smiled at natasha.
"I'm sure you'll manage."
Wanda said connecting their hands from across the island in the kitchen. Natasha shit Wanda a grateful look.
"well then Romanoff you gonna tell us why we've been gathered here?"
Tony said as he and the other Avengers gathered in a room after Natasha called them for a 'emergency meeting'. Natasha stood before the group with Wanda beside her holding her hand.
"yes well there has been some certain offers made."
Natasha said. In all honesty Natasha had no idea how to tell the others she basically offered to take in a teen.
"what offers?"
Kate asked from besides yelena. Then Wanda spoke up.
"Nat has offered a teenager a home in the compound."
You could've heard a pin drop with the silence that followed.
"WHAT!?"
Tony exploded however Natasha glared at him.
"she is a homeless teen and she has a certain... draw to her. I couldn't let her stay in the streets. We have a perfectly good bedroom on mine and Wanda's floor that nobody uses and from what I know she's sure not to make trouble."
Natasha quickly defended.
"Romanoff your letting a stranger into the compound! A STRANGER!"
Tony exclaimed.
"I realise stark."
Natasha sighed. Tony glared at Natasha before shooting another snarky comment.
"we are not a bed and breakfast romanoff."
Natasha simply scoffed at him.
"I wouldn't mind another teen around actually..."
Peter spoke up. Tony sent Peter a glare.
"your supposed to be in my side here."
He said.
"actually I wouldn't mind either."
Kate speaks up again. Yelena simply nods along agreeing with kate.
"if the kid won't be trouble I don't see why she can't stay."
Steve says calmly. Tony watches in disbelief as the other Avengers agree to natasha.
"looks like your outnumbered stark. I'll pick her up tomorrow."
Natasha said slightly smug. Tony groaned and left the room. The others rolled their eyes. Tony would be over his temper tantrum soon enough.
*with y/n but still 3rd person*
Y/n wandered down the streets confused. She had just been offered a home by the black widow. A freaking superhero. And yet. She was hesitating. Anyone else in her position would if said yes in an instant. But y/n didn't. Walking back into the bookshop Sandra looked up from behind the desk.
"back from your walk then?"
She asked.
"Yeah..."
Y/n said softly.
"brilliant. You can help me shelve some books and tell me if your accepting that home."
Sandra said cheerfully as she pulled out a box of books ready for the shelves. Y/n blinked in surprise.
"how did you-"
Sandra cut her off.
"don't be silly y/n I know everything."
Y/n sighed. Sandra was a... unique person to say the least. Y/n grabbed the box and began to shelve the books though as instructed.
"I don't know if I should take the offer honestly."
"y/n you've been offered a home. A place to stay. Constant food and shelter. At least try it. And besides you could always run away back here. I'd protect you if you need you realise that?"
Sandra said sending y/n a reassuring smile. Y/n returned the smile before going back to her thoughts.
"ok. I'll try. But if I show up and hide from them one day say you haven't seen me at all ok."
Y/n said.
"oh don't you worry kiddo I'll be giving them and earful before they even take you. They screw up they die."
Sandra said taking the book y/n had and shelving it.
"you. Kill international superheroes? Verry funny."
Y/n said half sarcastic half amused. Sandra simply grinned again at y/n.
Y/n had come early today. And Sandra made sure to tease her about it.
"aww looks like someone's excited!"
Sandra said with a grin. Y/n sent her a nervous glare she didn't really mean.
"I'm nervous. What if they changed their mind. It it was a joke. Or-"
"you worry too much. Don't fret. Besides I'll still be here."
Sandra had cut off y/n again but she didn't mind. Sandra was always easily good at cutting people off to give good advice.
*Natasha 3rd person*
Natasha was nervous. It was only 8 am so she had 2 more hours till she needed to pick up y/n. Wanda was in the kitchen making breakfast and Kaye and Yelena were on the couch playing video games.
"don't worry Natasha I'm sure she'll be there."
Wanda said giving Natasha a soft smile and an omelette.
"I hope so..."
"do you need me to accompany you detka?"
Wanda asked. Natasha glanced up at her girlfriend.
"are you sure?"
Wanda nodded and Natasha smiled.
"thanks Moya lyobov"
"no problem mylashk"
Suddenly Yelena interupted them.
"can you both stop being so cute and loud. Me and Kate bishop are playing here!"
Natasha and Wanda laughed at Yelena but stood up and went to prepare the spare room for inhabitants.
A/n: and there's chapter 2! Lmk what you think. I'm quite enjoying this series so far and have big plans for it. Also sorry if the Russian nicknames are spelt wrong.
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Mom, Dad, I’m…
Wanda Maximoff x R
Blackhill ; Bishova ; Stony ; BuckySam
Happy Pride Angels, 🌈❤️
Warnings: Attempts at Humor. Heteros.
"Detka, can you go get some tomatoes from the garden? Steve already ate all of the freaking salsa," Wanda grumbled dramatically, falling into your arms as you were mid conversation with Natasha and Maria about their work.
"He probably intended to bottom tonight," Natasha remarks with a shit stirring grin, you cackled in solidarity, but the both of you stopped when your wives stood shoulder to shoulder with a menacing tilt to their heads.
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"Welp, those tomatoes aren't gonna pick themselves," you noted before running off, you avoided looking back, afraid to see Natasha's stony glare as you abandoned her with them.
Every man for themselves a mantra you live by, well, only when it comes to angry spouses. As an Avenger you were as selfless as the rest, but now you got to be more selfish in retirement.
Natasha, unfortunately, was your victim.
When you entered the massive greenhouse you took a second to admire your wives handiwork. The brunette had a knack for gardening, a green thumb if you will. The greenhouse was her go to place to find her zen after a day of dealing with you, Billy, Tommy, and Ella.
The witch loved you all, her beautiful family, but some days the lot of you made her feel a tad bit homicidal. On those days she gardened.
It wasn't hard to find the tomatoes, they were ripe and ready on a set of entangled vines. But before you could bring it to her, you were too enamored by the conversation your kids were having in their little cove behind the garden.
"I can't do it," Tommy groaned. "Yeah they just won't understand," Morgan Stark agreed with him, and you leaned in to hopefully garner more context for their troubled minds.
"At least Uncle Tony is bi," Raina Belova countered, "He'll be more understanding."
"Have you met our dad?" Anthony, the only Jr present, said in an incredulous manner. "He even claims Fido is gay, he's totally unhinged."
You had to put a hand over your mouth, the amusement you were experiencing was unreal.
"Couldn't be us," Elena teased, "I'm gay as hell, and Bryce here is both queer and nonbinary."
Oh goodness... Never in your days did you expect your kids to keep secrets from you, but for it to be such a silly one it honestly made you want to interrupt the conversation at hand.
To remind them that no matter what, you'd all continue to love them, but it was too funny.
"Mama is going to be mad," Celeste Belova added, "She always said being gay is the way."
"I thought she was ace?" Billy inquired. "She is, but that doesn't make her any less gay."
After the conversation moved on to who they were crushing on you snuck back to the party. The overall consensus being that every last one of your collective brood, besides your youngest, Ella, who was only five, and Natasha and Maria's powerful duo, said they're straight.
"Where have you been?" You ignored your wife, handing her the basket of ingredients while calling all of your friends to the dining room. Tony whined, "What is so important?"
"You guys will not believe what I just heard..."
Wanda rolled her eyes as you spun your tale, she chopped up the tomatoes, jalapeños and onions as you enamored the group of friends.
"Thank God we're safe," Maria teased, turning to her wife with a genuinely relieved smile. "Right? Can you imagine having to attend two straight weddings? And pretend to like it?"
"Oh jeez," you gasped, "I didn't think of that."
Wanda tossed the ingredients into a bowl as the lot of you bantered back and forth, her patience already running thin with you all.
"Y/N, this joke isn't funny." Yelena shook her head in defiance when you reminded her that this wasn't a joke. "You don't know what you are talking about. Must be hearing loss..."
Kate put a hand on her wife's shoulder, "It's true Lena, they've both told me already."
"You traitor!" Yelena ripped her arm away as if the raven haired woman had burned her skin.
You now worried that you'd inspired divorces.
"No," Tony gasped, shaking his head in fear as the unexpected reality set in. "You're lying, you have to be. No son of mine is straight!"
"Honey," Steve called out for him, "It'll be okay, we always knew it would be a possibility."
"It most certainly is not okay," he grimaced, then in a flash he was outside, calling for your children to gather around the hibachi station.
"Where's the fire pops?" Morgan jests, but quickly zips her lips as she sees her dad looking as if he was on the verge of a breakdown.
"Tell me Y/N's lying," he pleads, "That you're not straight, my fragile ticker can't take this."
"Tony!" Steve shrieked, "Don't use an old ailment to guilt the kids into being gay..."
"Stay out of this babe!" He growled, "As far as I am concerned they're gay. Y/N's a liar."
"Am not!" You gasped, "They're all heteros."
"Not us!" Bryce interjected. "We're queer."
"That's our precious babies," Natasha coo'd, arms opened wide for her kids to run into, and the both of their teens instantly ran at her.
Bucky and Sam had entered your backyard just as the revelation took place. You all watched as they took three steps back, baby carrier in hand as they looked to your kids as if they were all diseased. "We're just being cautious."
You snorted softly, "We understand fellas."
Wanda glared at you, but you remained unfazed for now. Too busy finding the dramatics entertaining to see the horror. Wanda saw it though, she looked out to see all of the kids wearing terrified expressions. She was about to console them, but then a fight broke out beside you, and you had to laugh.
"This is all your fault Kate Belova!" Yelena shrieked, "It was all of that organic mac and cheese you fed them when I was on missions!"
"Mac and cheese being healthy doesn't make a child straight," Kate shrieked back, hands running down her face as she realized her plans for a peaceful barbecue ended with this.
"If it had been orange they might have been more connected to the rainbow Kate!" Yelena went on, "It's like our gay power source."
"Well, with Wanda's garden the kids eat the entire rainbow and look at them, straight."
Yelena found your assistance unwelcome, "Keep out of this Y/N Maximoff. Your kids aren't all old enough to say yet, you still have a chance! Mine are all done... Stupid preteens"
"Well, that's not exactly true," you reasoned, "None of you have been to college yet, that's when you'll really know if you're gay or not."
Natasha, Yelena and Tony all nodded, they found your reasoning the most logical. It was a lot easier than accepting they're all straight.
"Okay, that's enough!" Wanda interjected, her tone terrifying, "Look at what you're doing to them. They can't help it if they're straight."
"I wanna be gay like mama," Ella murmured, clearly she just wanted to fit in with the crowd, and therefore you praised her, "Smart girl."
Wanda entered your mind with a warning, she smirked as you lifted Ella onto your hip, then you fell into unexpected silence by her side.
"Haha, you're like so whipped, "Yelena cackled.
Wanda glared at her. "You don't scare me wiggly woo, my kids being straight is enough."
"Yelena," Kate sighed, "Knock it off, and try telling the girls that you love them."
"Of course I love them," she rushed out angrily, "That's not even a question, they're moy deti."
(My babies)
Celeste and Raina ran into the blondes side, their tears of relief soaked into her shirt, and made her see they were genuinely scared this would lose them her love. "Shh, mama loves you always, even if you make dumb choices."
Tony and Steve were in a standoff of sorts, the billionaire sipped on his margarita slowly as they appeared to be having a conversation with only their eyes. Tony rolled his, but after a moment of incoherent grumbling he nodded. Morgan and Tony Jr. approached their dads after being called forward, Steve embraced them first, and wholly. Tony gave them both side hugs, and whispered that he just needed time to cope, but he loved them regardless.
Then you heard him brush by with his son, begging him to take it back, only to find out his son was in a long term relationship with a girl. That study buddy of his was so much more...
Like father, like son you suppose.
You looked out to see your boys stood side by side, Billy gripped Tommy's hand for dear life. Wanda was about to call them over, but you beat her to it as guilt overwhelmed your heart. The boys scurried over, and Wanda sent you an adoring smile as you kissed the both of their heads, and hugged them tight. "I love you," falling from all of your lips in succession.
After everyone had time to process the news, the vibe returned to one of relaxation. Wanda set up the grill for Sam, and the master chef himself began to put on a show for everyone.
Once the plates were served you all moved to the fire pit, where you talked about all you'd missed in each other's life while the younger kids sat in front of the projector playing Up.
Then, as the sun officially fell, everyone began to clear out. Saying their goodbyes at the front door, where you hugged each kid, an apology of sorts on your lip for the drama you stirred. Each one forgave you, some even thanked you for finally getting the conversation over with.
When everyone was officially gone you moved back outside to clean up. Tommy helped you, while Billy helped clean the kitchen so that Wanda could focus on Ella's bath, and bedtime.
It was an entire hours worth of work, you were beyond exhausted as you fell into the mattress. You nearly passed out without your wife, but soon enough Wanda slipped into the bed. She wore a thoughtful expression, weighing out whether to disturb you or not, but she soon reasoned you'd appreciate her words, "Detka..."
"Yes baby?" You rolled onto your side, using your elbow to prop yourself up so you could look down at her. She looked to you with a warm smile, then she was yawning, "Don't worry." She paused to pull you into her arms before whispering in your ear: "Billy was not being honest. We do indeed have a gay son."
You laughed so hard tears streamed down your face and pooled in the crook of your equally as amused wife's neck. That was the last thing you expected to hear from her, if anything you had anticipated a continuation of her scolding.
"I'll scold you more tomorrow," she teased, "But for now, we should get some sleep."
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Avengers Team Night Masterlist
Here’s the collection of all of the team nights. Basically each member of the avengers gets one night a month where they pick the bonding/fun activity that everyone does. And this is how each of them plays out. I might add more if something comes to me but for now I’ll just be sticking to these peeps. These are in no particular order.
Also this is going to be Natasha x reader romantic and reader x other avengers platonic :)))
Tony’s Night
Thor’s Night
Clint’s Night
Steve’s Night
Natasha’s Night
Y/n’s Night
Wanda’s Night
Bruce’s Night
Yelena’s Night
Pietro’s Night
Bucky’s Night
Vision’s Night
Let me know if I should add someone else and what I should do for them!!
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Werewolf? I mean... werewolf.
Title: Once Bitten, Twice the Idiot [7/?]
Summary: After reader is attacked by a strange animal in the woods, her world is flipped upside down. Now she must navigate a new life filled with strangers and myths.
Trigger warnings: Emotional distress? Spelling mistakes
[Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four | Part Five | Part Six, Part Seven]
[A/n: This is not my best chapter, but honestly, I'm so ready to get into the time jump part of this story, that I'm just going to do it].
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The first time you’d gotten drunk in college was on a bottle of coconut flavored Bacardi. It tasted like nail polish remover that had been manufactured in the vicinity of a resort island, but after three shots it had a nice burn to it. After six, you were starting to realize the appeal of the hard liquor that held a torch next to the candle that was cheap beer.
The next morning was filled with cotton-mouth and regret. You were curled up on a recliner in a frat house, having pulled a throw pillow over yourself to preserve some type of heat. Every part of your body ached and if it weren’t for America stirring on the couch, you would have panicked.
You sat up much too fast and reached for a football helmet that was idling on the floor next to crushed beer cans and emptied chip bags. You had retched into it and woke MJ up too. She was on the floor, having found a blanket. She’d bite off your hand if you were brave enough to reach for it, but you were too preoccupied with dry heaving to give a damn.
All three of you were mortified that you’d stayed the night in a frat of all places. Silently you gathered your things and ate in silence in the campus cafeteria. You could only stomach eggs. America nearly passed out into her hashbrowns, still having her sunglasses over her gaze.
It was the worst hangover you had ever experienced. It knocked you out of commission for the next two days. Yet, somehow, this was much worse.
The first thing you tasted was dirt. It mixed disastrously on your tongue and made you want to hurl again, but you’d learned your lesson. Swallow it down and wait until you make it outside, or to a bathroom because football helmets were expensive to replace.
Every muscle ached, and as you came to, you realized that you weren’t exactly where you had started your night off. There was a throbbing pain at your wrists, at your ankles and your throat, but nothing bolstering you to the wall. And you knew for a fact that Kate had done everything in her power to keep you restrained.
There was a warm body underneath you, chest rising and falling in a cadence that mirrored a deep slumber. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
It was as dark as ever in the cell that they’d placed you in. Just like the structure kept moonlight out, it did the same for the sun. The only indication you had that it was day was the chirping of birds forcing it’s way past the walls. If not for your advanced hearing, you’d be left wondering.
In a pained effort, you lifted yourself onto your elbows. You were marred in dirt, and saliva and russet streaks of what you could only imagine was blood. Your blood. Because you’d dutifully pulled out of the chains that had entrapped you. Not by ripping them from the wall but pulling hard enough to break the clasps.
Still, the cell held in its integrity, keeping both you and Kate locked up for the night. A sigh of relief escaped you as you tucked your chin and realized that you were, in fact, entirely on Kate. Your bodies were slotted together. Bare skin was against bare skin and the contact filled you with warmth. The sense of home.
Her arms had been wrapped around you, holding you close to her chest until you’d stirred yourself, her own dropping to the side. She was still asleep, and painfully unaware of how nude the both of you were. You didn’t want to disturb her by moving, but your skin was on fire at the thought of being this close to her while you were this naked.
As carefully as you could, you started to maneuver yourself off of Kate. She let out a small whimper of displeasure and tightened her grip around you in her sleep. She seemed to be a heavy sleeper to begin with, but with the werewolf hangover coursing through her veins, it strengthened.
She shifted to her side and took you with her, pulling your cheek flush against her chest. You stiffened at the sudden movement but relaxed almost instantly. How were you this comfortable, yet mortified at the same time?
Kate’s rhythmic breathing had lulled you back into a state of calm. You listened to each ex-hale that was punctuated by a small, barely-audible growl. Eventually, you had fallen back asleep in her grasp, breathing in her earthy scent.
You weren’t sure how much time had passed before you startled at the sound of a lock falling to the earth, the outer doors yanked open gracelessly. Mid-day sunlight flooded the cell. Kate’s snarl was more pronounced now, the two of you moving to cover your eyes from the assault.
Kate moved to cover you with her arm, pressing the length of it over your chest with a dark glare at the second door. She relaxed only slightly when she realized it was Yelena. The woman lifted both of her eyebrows but didn’t say a word when she let the duffel bag fall onto the packed dirt floor.
“I knew we were forgetting something,” Kate rasped.
Yelena smelled of sage, her hair damp from a shower. She was clad in a flannel shirt and a pair of grey sweatpants, still as barefoot as ever despite just getting clean. Her arms were over her chest, inspecting the vacant chains and the untouched sedative.
Kate unzipped the bag and gently handed you a pair of pants that were way too long before she reached for her own jacket and handed it over. You didn’t object. The material was soft, and you were more eager than ever to cover-up.
“Malen'kiy volk, how did your first transformation go?”
“I don’t remember much of it.”
You didn’t want to remember. Everything was shrouded in a blinding basin of pain and broken bones. You suppressed a shiver at the thought and instead took the bottle of water that Kate offered you from the bag. You greedily drank through half of it, soothing the roughness of your throat.
Yelena let out a hum “Your wolf is strong, it seems. Breaking through those reinforced chains is not an easy job. We’re lucky you didn’t get past the cell door.”
“I don’t think she was trying to.”
Kate said this softly, focused on zipping your sweatshirt over her midsection. Her fingers were caked in dirt, and she struggled until you easily slotted the metal into the zipper and pulled it up with a frown. “What do you mean?”
“You broke through the chains and then you just stopped. You didn’t even go near the doors. Just me.”
“How do you remember that?” You asked in an astonished whisper. It drew a smile to her lips, teeth still pointed, but in a charming, human way.
“You’ll remember eventually too. The first couple of times will be like last night, blacking out isn’t uncommon. But once you get more acquainted with your wolf, you’ll start to see the world through their eyes.”
“Yes, some even say it’s less of a curse and more of a blessing.” Yelena confirmed, scooping up the bag with one hand. Her nose crinkled and she gave Kate a little kick to the leg. “You both stink. Let’s go back to the house. I’m sure you’re starving.”
All eyes shifted to you when you padded into the kitchen after a long, hot shower that seemed to relax your muscles. They were still unbelievably sore, but some of the tension had been released. It took nearly an hour to scrub the dirt and dried blood from your skin.
The bruising that was around your wrists, and your ankles, and even your throat had been healed before your eyes. The dark, spotted blue and purple had faded to a yellowed ring and then vanished entirely. Your eyes kept darting to the area.
Now you felt incredibly scrutinized in your pair of sweatpants and an oversized band t-shirt that you’d never listened to. The rest of the group was in much of the same attire, all looking exhausted and wolfing down the spread of food on the table. Your stomach clenched at the scent. You were absolutely famished.
There was a vacant seat in between Wand and Kate, the only one that wasn’t filled at the table so you quietly took your place. All conversations had stopped when you entered, focus being directed suddenly to the food and to you. The plate in front of you had been piled high with potatoes, and a piece of meat that looked expertly seasoned and cooked to perfection.
Your diet had been restricted to nothing but instant ramen and dollar menu items from taco bell. When your father and stepmother came to visit a few months back, they’d made reservations at a French restaurant that you couldn’t pronounce without sounding like you had no tongue at all. You’d worn your nicest dress that was stored at the back of your closet collecting dust.
You had gotten a serving of pasta that was smaller than your palm and tasted almost floral. You’d dutifully listened to them and answered the questions that they asked about school. All the while, you bit your tongue, trying to foster a relationship with your father again. You’d left with even more resentment and a tinfoil swan that contained the smallest shred of cheesecake.
“y/n,” Steve broke the silence, picking up a bite of potatoes with the prongs of his fork. “How was your night?”
He asked so fluently and without pressure. You’d answer him either way, but with the quiet you thought it would be a harder tone. He’d sat with you up in the library for hours over the past few weeks, answering any questions that you had as you read through the old texts.
“It was good,”
“You’re lying,” Tony said. “It’s never good.”
Wanda nudged your shoulder softly, warmth flooding you “You can be honest with us, sweetie.”
When you glanced up, you realized that all eyes were still on you, with the exception of Kate, who had suddenly become very interested in forming her potatoes into a little mountain that gravy would slosh down. She hadn’t grabbed any from the metal container in the center of the table.
“Yeah, it was awful. In the top three worst experiences of my life. But I blacked out, so I don’t remember most of it.”
Thor let out a boisterous laugh, breaking the silence. It earned a few half-hearted chuckles as dinner resumed. Steve kept his stare on you, giving you a small nod that you returned. There was pride that filled your chest. You’d not only pleased him, but you’d survived your first transformation and had a full month of near-peace and learning until your next one.
Natasha was in deep conversation with Clint, and Peter had captured Kate’s attention as he rambled about a video game that he had to pre-order so the two of them could play together. The entire interaction was warm and caring. You watched them all carefully, how comfortable they all were with each other. It wasn’t how your family had ever behaved.
“Do you miss them?” Wanda’s soft voice interrupted your thoughts, you furrowed your brow and gave her a confused stare. “Your family.”
“Are you a mind reader?”
She scoffed, skewering a roasted carrot with her fork, moving it around like a wand. “Hardly. I’m just good at reading people. And that look in your eyes, I can’t tell if it’s longing or resentment.”
“Maybe a little bit of both.”
You could feel the blush climbing up your neck and past the collar of your shirt. She’d clocked you entirely and you weren’t completely sure she wasn’t a witch. But her eyes were a dark and kind brown, and she hadn’t led you astray so far. None of them had. They’d all been so caring.
“You don’t have to answer, you know. And I don’t mean to pry. You’ve just been through something major. There are perks to what we are; the strength, the speed, the agility. But with the heightened physical aspects come the mental ones too. I’m sure you’ve noticed how strong your feelings towards Kate are.”
“It’s come up once or twice.”
“Mm,” She hummed knowingly “I’m here to talk. I’m here to ask. Do you miss them?”
You swallowed the dryness in your throat and considered her question. It almost made your stomach churn. Despite this, you still were ravenously hungry, directing your attention to the meat that was cut nicely on your plate. You stabbed the center of it, watching the broth spurt out. It was hard to miss something that wasn’t whole in the first place.
“My father would send me a birthday card every year on the wrong day. There was a twenty-dollar bill in it, and a sloppy signature. Eventually, the signature turned into a stamp. I’m pretty sure his secretary at the time just kept up the ruse out of pity.
“But the sad thing is, it worked. Every other year or so he’d have dinner with me. The secretary turned into his third wife. We didn’t talk much about anything. He’d ask me about school, but never my mother. It was like she was a ghost.”
Wanda had put her fork down, shoved her plate further away from her to signal that she was done. She ran her finger against the stitching of her napkin.
“My mom is my everything. She worked days at a nursing home and every other night as a gas station attendant and still, it never seemed like enough. We were scraping by. But I worked my ass off for a scholarship.” You swallowed hard, “I miss her. But only her. We never had much, but she made sure what we did have was enough and so full of love.”
The woman reached out tentatively and grabbed your hand. Comfort flooded your body, starting where her touch was and moving across you like a soft blanket. She had a motherly look in her eyes, a quiet reassurance. You could almost feel the tears welling up in your eyes, but you blinked them back. You weren’t going to show weakness by crying at the dinner table.
“Natasha did everything possible to make me feel comfortable that first time. And I did. But, after all was said and done, I found myself wishing for my mother who had long ago died. There’s something in that love that you can’t find anywhere else.”
You nodded, trying to get past the lump that was forming in your throat. Wanda gave your hand another squeeze, running her thumb over your knuckles. “I know it’s not the same, but I’m here. All of us are. What you did last night was scary, and you were brave. Don’t forget that.”
You mouthed a whisper of a thank you, not trusting yourself to say anything else without letting a few tears escape. Wanda kept her hand in yours for a few moments until Tony mentioned something about dessert. You didn’t’ think you could eat another bite, but then again, you’d be wrong.
“Not everything here is bad.” Kate was worming her way through the miles and miles of foliage that surrounded the property. She seemed to know where she was going, and you followed her blindly. Every inch of property felt the same. Lush trees, a blanket of fallen leaves and dirt. Really, it was beautiful.
You’d never liked the outdoors, had only gone camping as a girl scout years and years ago. But the sun was starting to lower and an orange glow was making it’s way through the forest. There was almost a whimsical fantasy world to be had.
Kate reached out a warm hand to you, helping you over a log that crossed the path. When you’d made it to the other side, she moved to pull away but you held tight. Those dark grey eyes flicked down to your palms and then back up to you in wonder.
Don’t make a big deal about it. Your stare had said. So, she didn’t. Her lip quirked up into a small, tentative smile as she led you further into the woods. Maybe she hadn’t remembered your naked body against her in the haze of sleep. Or maybe, she was used to that, being what she was. What you were. This seemed more significant.
“I don’t think it’s bad. I think it’s weird that you call it a compound, but beggars can’t be choosers.”
She chuckled and gave your hand a squeeze. The two of you walked for a few moments before she stopped. It looked like any other part of the woods. Kate looked at you expectantly. “I want you to close your eyes.”
“You’re not proposing, are you? This is all a little fast.”
“Ha-ha, very funny wise guy. Just close them.”
“Alright, alright.”
You did as you were told, feeling the warm setting sun against the side of your face. Kate continued to hold your hand. It was easy for you to focus on her touch and the world around you. There was nothing but safeness despite your reservations.
“What do you hear?” Kate asked.
At first, the only thing you could pick up on was the sound of your own heartbeat. It was hard to focus, with Kate’s blazing touch on yours. After a few moments things started to become clear. “It sounds like… water.” There was a small rush that you had mistaken for breathing at first. But, soon you were able to pick up on the rush of the current over a rock bed.
“Good girl. What else?”
You frowned, clenching your eyes harder. There was the rustle of leaves being jostled by a light breeze, and the near silent groan of settling bark. There was something more, a different type of breathing that was accompanied by a quick-beating heart.
“Don’t doubt yourself. What do you think you hear?”
“A deer, maybe. I don’t know. It doesn’t sound human.”
Kate let out a small squeal that caught you off guard, lunging forward and wrapping you into a bone-crushing hug. You found yourself laughing, nearly choked with the wild mane that was her hair. It felt nice. Her holding you, proud of you, an incredible warmth blooming in your chest.
“Yes y/n! You got it. You got it on the first try.” She pulled back, keeping her hands on your shoulders.
The setting sun illuminated her, as if she were an ethereal creature. Her grip on you was so sure, so comforting. Your entire body felt like it was on fire, just being under her gaze. Those storm-filled eyes bore into your own, and you wanted nothing more than to give way to the cloying feeling that was building up.
Her stare flicked down at your lips, and then back up to your own. You were suddenly nervous, despite how close the two of you had been these last few weeks, this was different. This was exhilarating. Against your better judgement, you gave her the slightest nod.
Kate’s lips were against yours, tasting of strawberry lip balm and the earth. It was a gentle kiss, her fingers ghosting your jaw, her tongue swiping against your bottom lip. An overwhelming feeling of content fluttered in the pit of your stomach. Despite it’s tenderness, it seemed to end too quickly.
You longed for her, and when Kate moved to pull away, you looped your arms around her shoulders, and pulled her back in, chasing the high that she’d caused with a simple embrace. She smiled against your lips, deepening the kiss until you both had to pull away for air.
“Wow,” Kate breathed, “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do that.”
You laughed softly “I think I might.”
Her hand moved a strand of hair behind your ear, a goofy smile on her face. Things felt light and immeasurably comfortable. Getting through your first transition out of the way lifted the weight from your shoulders and pressing your lips against Kate’s had admonished the rest.
“I want to apologize,” Kate whispered, breathe splaying against your cheeks. Her hand cupped your cheek, thumb running over the redness that had appeared. She’d silenced you. “Before you say anything, I know that I’ve said I’m sorry more times than we can count. But I mean it.”
Her closeness helped her argument. Your entire focus was trained on her. There was a smattering of freckles across her nose and an exhaustive wonder around her eyes. You felt tiredness in your own bones, despite sleeping well past noon.
“You didn’t ask for any of this, and I hurt you, y/n. I will never forgive myself for that, and I refuse to make excuses about this… this pull that I know we both feel. I ripped you from your life and now you’re here, and I don’t want to base this, whatever this is, on forced proximity because I’d feel even more guilty if-“
You cut her off, surging forward and wrapping your arms around her mid-section. You fit perfectly in her arms, her chin resting on your head. It took her a few moments to work the tension out of her body, but she held you tight, breathing you in.
“Kate, if I wanted to leave, I would have found a way.”
She smiled wolfishly “Oh?”
“And no more apologizing. I forgive you.” You pulled back slightly, staring up at her. Kate’s embrace was alluring and grounded you to the earth. “This isn’t something I’ve ever felt before, and I’m scared shitless… but it feels right.”
None of this was part of your plan. You were the dutiful student that had worked for her scholarships and continued to push yourself past your breaking point to keep them. Then, an inhuman girl had dug her teeth into you, tearing through muscle and bone. The same girl that you embraced now had, by all means, uprooted you.
“We don’t have to figure it out now. We have all the time in the world.”
“Yeah,” you whispered, a small smile forming on your lips. “We do.”
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