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navybrat817 · 17 days

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The Dad Diaries: Grief

Pairing: Dad!Bucky Barnes x Female Reader Summary: Bucky explains grief to Jamie as best as he can when you need a minute to yourself. Word Count: Over 1.2k Warnings: Angst, hurt/comfort, touch of fluff, grief, loss of a friend, reflecting, talk of death, feels (it's me), Bucky Barnes (he's a warning and a dad, okay?). A/N: Another part to the The Dad Diaries . Hope you lovelies enjoy. ❤️ Not beta read and written on my phone, so any and all mistakes are my own. Divider by the talented @firefly-graphics. Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!

Bucky could hear your cries before he reached the bedroom, the sound causing a lump to form in his throat. He could picture you hastily wiping at your face when he knocked. You were in pain and it hurt him to know you were hurting. The worst part was that it wasn’t the kind of pain he could fix by patching it up. It was the kind of hurt that lingered beneath the surface before it clawed its way out.

Grief.

“Do you need anything, doll?” He asked.

“Just give me a minute, please!” You called out, your voice close to sounding like your normal self. You were trying your best to be strong when what you needed was a moment to break. People didn’t realize the weight of the things they carried until they buckled under them.

And you didn’t need to be strong all the time.

“Mama?” Jamie asked, reaching a hand out toward the door.

Bucky kissed the top of his head. “Mama needs a minute,” he whispered before he held him against his chest. He hoped his smell and steady heart beat soothed him. “She’ll snuggle up with you soon, okay?”

If anything could make you feel better apart from being in his arms, it was having your son nuzzle against you.

Jamie made a small sound, his lower lip trembling. “Mama,” he said again.

Bucky didn’t take it to heart that his son wanted you. He understood that there were days when he’d want his dad and other days he’d want his mom and times when he’d want both of you. If anything, he felt proud that his son wanted to go to you. Maybe he sensed that you needed support and love.

“I know you want your mama,” he said, carrying him back to the living room. “But you are stuck with me for another minute.”

Jamie moved his head, his eyes set in a stubborn stare. He looked so much like you at that moment, demanding with a look to know what was the matter and how to fix it. What could he say?

“Jamie, you know how you have your Uncle Steve and Uncle Sam and Aunt Nat and everyone else?” He asked, a sad smile touching his lips at the happy look in his little boy’s eyes at the mention of his friends. He wanted his child to hold onto that innocence for as long as he could. “Well, your mama had a friend who was going to be like an aunt to you, too.”

Was. Past tense. Because your friend recently passed away. You wondered if she knew how important she was to you. If she knew how she impacted your life. She was too young in your eyes to go. Still had so many things she wanted to do. While death is fair in that it comes for everyone, it doesn’t always feel fair when someone you care for is taken away too soon.

The one thing you were thankful for was that she was no longer in pain.

“Mama’s friend, your aunt, isn’t here anymore. She misses her and she’s sad that she’s gone.”

“Mama sad?” Jamie repeated, his eyes wide.

“Yeah, Nugget. She’s very sad. Grieving. And grief is… so many things,” Bucky explained, swallowing a bit as he felt a crack in his heart. “It’s loss and mourning. It’s love that you carry inside and it no longer has a place to go.”

Jamie gazed at him, soaking up every word. His son was too young to hear something like this. Too precious. But if life taught him anything, it’s that it was too short and there was no guarantee of tomorrow.

“Some days the grief comes out of nowhere. You never really know when it’ll happen or why. You may hear a song you’ve heard dozens of times before or catch a scent of something familiar and it triggers a memory or feeling,” he told him, kissing his forehead again because he needed to ground himself. “You think you’re fine and then you fall apart.”

That was exactly what had happened a few minutes prior. You were smiling one moment as the three of you sat in the living room and the next you burst into tears before you rushed out. Bucky wished like hell he could’ve manifested your sadness into something tangible so he could snuff it out. It wasn’t his battle to fight, but he could be by your side to wipe the tears away if you let him. Or whisper words of care. Or to say nothing at all. Some didn’t always want to hear words of comfort or hope when they just needed to feel.

He would be there to give you whatever you needed or asked for.

“It’s okay to feel those feelings, Jamie. I get sad, too. There’s no timeline for healing or grieving. It takes as long as it takes. And we’re lucky in a way to feel things so strongly,” he told him. You were always understanding and patient on his off days. He more than lucked out by having you as his wife. “You know what your Uncle Vis says grief is? That it’s love persevering,” he added, bouncing him a bit to make him smile. It put a smile on his face, too. “And your mama has so much love to give.”

“So do you.”

Bucky looked toward the doorway where you stood. Bloodshot and puffy eyes, but with a small smile on your beautiful face. He wanted to hold you and remind you that you weren’t alone. “Hey,” he said as Jamie reached for you. “I think he wants to cheer you up.”

“Is that right? Well, I think a snuggle with my boys is just the thing I need,” you said as you took a seat beside Bucky and took Jamie into your arms. “Sorry I rushed off like that.”

“Don’t be,” Bucky whispered. He had plenty of moments where he needed to step away and compose himself when his thoughts got too loud. “We just want you to be okay,” he added, kissing your temple before Jamie grabbed your face.

“Mama no sad,” he said, forcing your cheeks up in a smile. The sight almost brought tears to Bucky’s eyes because it was so simple and heartfelt. “No sad.”

You giggled, a soft sound, before it erupted into full blown laughter. It soothed the crack he felt earlier in his heart. The room felt brighter, especially when Jamie joined in with the laughter. “Not sad, Nugget,” you assured him before you looked at your husband, love shining through like always. “Not anymore.”

The grief from your loss would come again in waves. Just like the days Bucky mourned the parts of his life he lost and couldn’t get back. Some days were harder than others, especially when regret and “what if’s” came to mind, but the important thing was that neither of you allowed yourselves to live alone or lose yourselves in grief. Not when there was so much to be thankful for.

You felt what you needed to feel. You asked for help and leaned on each other. And you carried on together.

Because what is grief, if not love persevering?

I lost more than one loved one recently and writing this helped me process some of the loss. We all need someone like Bucky. Love and thanks for reading. ❤️

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togrowoldinv · 1 month

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Natasha Romanoff x Female Reader

When you visit the Bartons with your family, you and Natasha spend some quality time reconnecting

Warnings: Smut! 18+ please! Kissing, cursing, fingering (R receiving), oral (N and R receiving), being needy, some fluff too

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“Are we there yet?” Your youngest daughter asks from the backseat of the car.

You’ve been driving for hours to reach the Barton farm. Natasha wants to visit while the kids are on spring break.

“The answer is still no, sweetheart,” Natasha answers patiently.

“We’ll tell you when we get there, Taylor,” Ali, your oldest, jumps in. She’s annoyed by the constant question and her tone doesn’t hide that.

“Be nice,” you remind her.

“Yeah be nice, Al,” your oldest son says. The two oldest kids start arguing, but Nat stops it quickly.

“Hey, none of that,” she says, expertly parenting. “This is a family trip. We will be kind to each other and we will have fun. Understood?”

A few nods follow.

“Understood?” Nat repeats.

That gets her the answers she was waiting for. A chorus of yes ma’am’s resound from the backseat. You turn up the radio and try to make the last hour of the trip enjoyable.

When you pull in the driveway, you look back at Taylor.

“Ask the question again, baby,” you say.

“Are we there yet?”

“We are here,” you reply. “Come on let’s go have some fun.”

You all unload from the car. Nat refused to be a minivan family, so you settled for a three row suv. The Bartons come outside to help.

“Hi Nat,” Laura greets your wife. She hugs her tight. There’s only a handful of people in the world that Natasha trusts as much as she does Laura and Clint.

“And hi y/n,” she greets you as well.

You’re corralling the babies at the moment and can’t hug her, but the warm smile on her face feels like a hug.

“Go see Auntie Laura,” you say to Belle and Taylor, the two littlest girls.

The girls run to her and hug her tight. Ali is catching up with Lila while Ivan, Jack, and Cooper reconnect.

“Well, I guess it’s just us to unload,” Nat comments. She walks around to meet you at the back of the car.

“What’s new?” You joke.

“Hey, while we have a second alone,” Nat begins. She presses you against the back of the car, running her hands over your shoulders and arms down to your hands. “Thank you for coming. And I love you.”

“I love you too, Natasha,” you say, feeling your face flush from how close she is. You can smell her perfume and her fresh hair.

She’s so close to you that it hurts. You want to devour her.

“I’ll show you later just how much I love you, okay?” Her voice is low, sexy as it could be.

Nat leans in and steals a quick but deep kiss, leaving you wanting more.

You pout when she pulls away, but she just laughs. You’re too easy.

Later that day, Clint drives everyone out to the field where he’s got a new pig pin. The kids love chasing the pigs around and playing with them.

Natasha shares a look with you about an hour into the fun that tells you she wants to get back to the house and have her own type of fun with you.

“Clint, we’re going to head back,” she tells him.

“But Mama we’re having fun!” Belle says.

“They can stay out here with us. I know you two are exhausted from the drive in,” Laura says. She winks at you. Maybe you weren’t so slick earlier behind the car.

“Thanks Laur,” Natasha says. “Be good, babies.”

You both kiss each kid before you start walking back to the house with Natasha. You’re hand in hand as you walk through the field. You love seeing Nat like this. So free. So happy.

Your smile must reveal that to her. She stops and turns to you.

“What is it?” Nat asks.

“Hm?”

“You’re looking at me differently,” she replies.

“You’re so beautiful,” you say. “And you’re even more beautiful out here.”

Natasha kisses you softly. She is so in love.

“We better get back to the house before I take you right here in this field,” Nat says.

“What would be so wrong with that?” You say, surprised by your own boldness.

“Oh,” Nat remarks. “Did my wife, my sweet, sweet, innocent wife just say that she wants me to fuck her right here outside where anyone could see us?”

You know she can see the way she’s making you feel. An absolute puddle for her.

“Come on,” Nat says, grabbing your hand again and pulling towards the house again.

By the time you make it to the porch, you’re tripping over each other as you try to make out while walking.

“Upstairs now,” Nat says.

You move as fast you can into your bedroom, shutting the door behind you. Natasha pulls you to her and turns you to back you into the bed. You fall back a little harshly, but Natasha’s lips connecting with yours distracts you from the slight pain.

“Fuck,” you moan into her mouth.

Nat’s strong hands pull your shirt over your head. You barely have time to process it before you’re entirely naked underneath her.

“Are you going to be good for me?” Nat asks.

“Yes,” you say. She takes a nipple in her mouth while her fingers slip between your legs. “Fuck.”

“You’re so fucking hot,” Natasha says.

Her fingers enter you quickly. She swallows your moan with her kiss. You want her to be as undressed as you are. You reach for her shirt hem, but she pushes your hand away.

“Just you right now,” Natasha says. “Okay?”

“Okay,” you say.

Her fingers continue to pump in and out of you at a fast pace. You can feel yourself slipping into a blissful state.

“Natasha,” you mumble. It’s all you can say right now.

“I love you,” Natasha says. “Be a good girl and come for me.”

You let yourself come and come hard for your wife. It’s the best sex you’ve had in months, maybe years.

“That’s right, baby. You’re so good,” Nat says as she works you down. “So good for me.”

Natasha drops a kiss to your forehead and lies beside you. You come back to reality at the feeling of her hand circling yours.

“God, I have missed that,” you say.

Nat chuckles. She has too.

“Shower with me?” She asks.

“Gladly,” you agree.

Nat helps you out of bed and essentially carries you to the bathroom. You start the shower.

“May I?” You ask, gesturing to her clothes. You want to be the one to take them off.

“Please,” Nat says.

You lift her shirt over her head. It never ceases to amaze you how beautiful she is. You unclasp her bra and kiss her shoulder softly.

“Gorgeous,” you whisper, placing your head in the crook of her neck.

You move your hands down her abs and to her waist. Slipping your hands down the jeans she’s wearing, you find her dripping wet for you.

“Getting me off really turns you on, doesn’t it, sweetheart?” You ask her.

“Mhm,” she says. “But I’m in control here.”

Nat takes a step back and pulls her own pants down. She takes your hand and leads you into the shower.

“Why deny yourself, Nat? You know I’d kneel for you right here and now.” You ask her.

Natasha smirks. This was exactly her plan. To have you begging to make her feel good.

“Then kneel,” Natasha says after a long pause. She presses on your shoulders just enough to make you feel the pressure.

Grinning, you drop to your knees. You can’t even remember the last time you were in this position with her. God, you love farm Natasha.

“Right there, detka,” she says. “Yes.”

You hum in pleasure at the taste of her. You’re the luckiest person in the world to be here with her like this.

“Yes! Fuck, y/n, yes!” Natasha groans out. You can’t see her but you know she’s biting her lip. She’s close. It doesn’t take much longer for Natasha to be trembling at the feeling of your mouth all over her.

“I’m coming,” Nat says. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.”

You help her ride her high and lick her until she’s pushing you away. You stand back up and she kisses you immediately.

Her tongue mingles with yours. The taste of her orgasm on your tongue turns her on even more.

“How long do we have?” She asks you.

“Not long I’d bet,” you say. “It’s almost dinner time.”

“I’ll make it quick,” Nat says.

She pushes you to the edge of the shower and you sit down, spreading your legs for her.

“All for me,” Natasha says. “Look at this.”

“All for you, Nat. Only you,” you reply.

She buries her face between your legs. You can’t help but lift your hips up at the feeling. Natasha holds your hips and helps you move them. Soon enough, you’re riding her face.

“Natasha,” you say over and over like it’s a prayer. “Natasha!”

You hold her head with one hand and keep yourself steady with the other. She eats you out like it’s the only place in the world she wants to be.

You come hard against her tongue. Nat moans successfully and pulls away to let you come down.

She grins at your blissed out face. She loves making you feel so good.

“I love you,” she says softly. It’s a sharp contrast to what you were just doing. “I hope you know how much I love you.”

“I do, baby,” you say, caressing her cheek. “I love you exactly the same.”

You kiss each other gently. Nat helps you stand back up and you actually shower. The water isn’t hot anymore, so you hurry up.

Once you get out, you get dressed and go downstairs. The family is just getting back from being outside. Perfect timing.

“Enjoy your alone time?” Laura asks.

“We sure did,” Natasha replies. She wraps an arm around your waist. You share a soft smile.

For the rest of the trip, you and Natasha soak up every moment with each other and with your family. It’s absolutely an amazing week.

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rxmqnova · 2 months

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Hi. So this is based on something similar that happened on a family holiday once.

WandaNat mums and kid reader.

R is half asleep when we arrive at the airport. Mums are busy with Yelena and the twins so we get quickly sat on the suitcases and wheeled inside.

Everyone enjoys the first day on holiday, until it comes to bedtime. R can't find her baby blanket anywhere. The whole family look and nothing. Until Natasha thinks back and realises it's still in the car.

Knowing we can't sleep without our blankie Natasha calls in a favour and makes the 8 hour round flight to pick the comfort item up.

The next morning (where we're super grumpy and demand that mummy Wanda carries us around) we shuffle into the living room to find both mama nat and blankie curled up on the sofa.

Totally exhausted we curl up with mama and sleep almost straight away.

We never realise what mama had just done for us. But Mummy does. And she falls more in love with her for it.

Please and thank you 😊

The pink bear blankie

Y/N: 3 years old Billy and Tommy: 10 years old Wanda: Mommy Natasha: Mama ——————————————————

NO ONE'S POV "Sleepy, mama" Y/N whines, burying her head into Natasha's neck as the redhead only just took her out of the car, one of Y/N's small hands playing with Natasha's ear piercings while the other one is wrapped around her mama's neck tightly.

"I know you are, sweetheart. You can sleep on the plane, yeah?" Natasha smiles, pressing a kiss to her baby's cheek while rubbing her back.

"Boys, you got everything?" Wanda asks her two sons, raising an eyebrow as they've been arguing about something.

"Yes, mom" Both answer.

"Yelena, do you have everything?" Natasha asks her sister, knowing she's the one who's most likely to forget something.

"Yes, yes, Natasha. I have everything" Yelena rolls her eyes, taking her suitcase and walking inside just behind the boys and Wanda.

"And now you, детка" Natasha sits the tiny girl that's been in her arms on her suitcase, getting a tired smile in response. "Is that fun, Y/N/N?" She asks with a chuckle, looking at her daughter who's tiredly smiling and looking around. (baby)

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The flight was fine. Y/N fell asleep as soon as Natasha sat down with her on her lap, the boys were busy with watching a movie, Yelena was listening to some music and Wanda with Natasha had finally some time to talk and just enjoy each other's presence.

As soon as the family arrived to the holiday house they're staying at and unpacked some of their things, they went on the beach.

Everyone had a great time, especially Y/N as she got to build a sandcastle with both her mommies while Yelena was doing silly things with the twins.

"It's bedtime for Y/N, baby. Come on" Wanda smiles, lifting her daughter up with a playful groan. "Say night night"

"Ni-night" Y/N says, resting her head on Wanda's shoulder and giving everyone in the room a wave.

The tiny girl would normally complain about going to bed, but today has really worned her out. Natasha smiles, pressing a kiss to her baby's forehead and telling her goodnight along with the others.

Wanda carries Y/N into the bedroom, placing her down on bed, but the tiny girl sits up immediately.

"Where's my blankie, mommy?" Y/N questions, not seeing her little pink bear blankie anywhere in bed.

"I'm sure it's somewhere around, baby" Wanda assures, looking for the item.

She's one hundred percent sure Y/N had her blankie when they left their house, so it must be somewhere around, right?

After minutes of looking around, Wanda just sits her daughter on her hip and carries her back to the living room where is the rest of the family playing uno.

"Everything okay?" Natasha asks, noticing her wife and daughter's presence in the living room.

"Have you seen Y/N's blankie? " Wanda asks, getting a no from everybody. "Can you help us find it?"

"Alright, let's go, boys" Natasha smiles, standing up.

Every single person starts looking for Y/N's blankie. They search through every single corner of the house, but the baby blanket is just nowhere.

Natasha goes through her mind, trying to picture the whole day and then it clicks. Y/N last had her blankie in the car, so they must had left it there.

"You can stop looking, I think I know where it is" Natasha sighs, walking over to Wanda who looks at her with hope the blankie is found. "I think it stayed in the car"

"Oh no, what do we do now? Y/N won't sleep without it" Wanda sighs.

"Mommy" Y/N whines, making her way over to her mothers. It's already way past her bedtime and she's extremely tired, but without her blankie she just won't sleep.

"I know, honey" Wanda sighs once again, lifting Y/N up and sitting her on her hip. "How about you try to sleep without your blankie tonight, hm?"

Those words are enough to make Y/N cry and Natasha volunteers to try to put Y/N down as it's time for the boys to go to sleep too by now.

So while Wanda's tucking in the twins, Yelena's occupying the TV and Natasha's walking around the whole place, rocking her crying daughter back and forth while humming her a lullaby.

But after two hours of not making any progress, she gives up. If they want to get some sleep during the vacation there's only one thing to do.

"Nat, are you sure? It's so late and the flight is so long" Wanda sighs.

"I am. Y/N obviously won't go to sleep without it. I'll just grab it and be back by morning" Natasha smiles and pecks Wanda's lips before placing a kiss to Y/N's head who is now in Wanda's arms. "I love you"

"I love you too" Wanda smiles back, stealing one more kiss from her wife and then watching her leave.

———

Y/N slept for like 3 hours in total during the night. Both, her and Wanda, are absolutely exhausted, but if there's no blankie, there's just no sleep.

"Noo, mommy, no" Y/N whines, lifting her tiny legs up, so Wanda wouldn't be able to stand her on the ground.

Wanda doesn't have the energy to deal with another tantrum, so she just goes with it and somehow manages to make a quick breakfast for her and Y/N with her grumpy daughter attached to her hip.

Y/N eventually decides to watch a cartoon in the living room after breakfast. And because she refuses to walk once again, Wanda carries her there.

"Mama" Y/N whispers to herself, a grin appearing on her face when she spots her mama curled up with her blankie on the couch and sleeping. "Mommy, down!" She immediately orders, trying to wiggle out of Wanda's strong hold.

And as soon as Wanda manages to stand her daughter on the ground, Y/N runs to the couch, climbing it and cuddling up to Natasha and the blankie.

Wanda can't help but smile on the sight. She still can't believe Natasha just flew all the way to New York and back just to pick up Y/N's blankie.

Her smile widens when she realizes Y/N's already fast asleep, curled up into her mama's side with her blankie secured in her arms.

Y/N is still just a little girl and surely won't realize what Natasha did for her, but Wanda knows. And this is exactly why she fell in love with the redhead in the first place.

Natasha would do anything for their children and that's what Wanda adores the most. And every single moment like this just makes her fall more and more in love with her wife.

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bakugoushotwife · 7 days

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happy birthday bakugou!! // k. bakugou x fem! reader (selfship tbh)

warnings: very self indulgent, pregnancy, reader is a woman and mother already, bakufamily hehe <3

the tug on the covers is what wakes him. he’s always been a light sleeper, trained for years to detect any threat, even when he’s supposed to be at rest. maybe he’s a little less concerned about the random noises he hears around his house nowadays; primed from years of marriage to the clumsiest woman alive–and fatherhood to the clumsiest children. another tug. though he had hoped to sleep in today of all days. he took a personal day from the agency just to relax, cuddle up to his wife, maybe have a late brunch with the kids. the perfect day of rest for a busy man like him.

he peeps an eye open to see if you’re laying in your spot. tch, hag. he rolls his closed eyes and decides to turn over; he could probably go back to sleep. another tug.

“daddy!” bakugou’s little daughter huffs, patience clearly run out by that inherited scowl tugging on her features. complete with a stomp and all, natsuki pulls again. he loves his kids, cherishes being a father, but please. he just wants a minute longer. is that so much to ask on his birthday?

“nats, go get yer ma or come lay down.” he grumbles in the groggy morning voice you love to hear so much. your mini me happily obliges, giggling as she scales her way up onto the bed. she’s only five, and is absolutely her father’s biggest fan. he’s especially soft for his first born, and his precious little princess–hearing her laughter sheds the grump right off of him, heart melting a little as she sneaks under a heavy arm to lay next to him. “where is yer ma anyway?” he pouts, making her poke at the deep frown.

“shhh, can’ tell you!! i distract.” she nods. oh how she possesses your grace. that makes him snort, and he already knows you have to be scheming something for today’s ‘holiday’, as you would call it. and his son is being held captive to be an accomplice to such a crime. you know he doesn’t want to make a big deal out of it. he hates that kind of attention and would much rather spend his time cuddling with his wife all day than sitting at some restaurant accepting gifts from his friends. he nearly has everything a man could ever ask for, a beautiful wife, healthy and gorgeous children–though he could tack on a few more there–the perfect home, a great and satisfying career…the list goes on. it took years to get to this place of peace. so, he really doesn’t want anything for his birthday this year. other than your ass back in bed of course.

“oh yeah? she told ya to do that?” he blinks sleepy eyes open, meeting ones of a matching hue staring up at him. she nods. “what’s yer brother doin’?” he knows it’s a trap, but hey. you shoulda sent the kid that can’t make complete sentences yet.

“helpin’ mama make ‘cakes n bacon!” she reveals proudly, eyes growing wide when she realizes she’s betrayed her mission. she claps a hand over her mouth and huffs at him. “mama tryin’ to be nice.”

“ain’t she? let’s go help her.” he chuckles a little bit, sliding out of bed with her on his hip. his sweatpants hang low, but he won’t take the time to change right now. his hair is tousled from sleep, but as always he’s effortlessly and ruggedly handsome in a way that will never cease to make you weak in the knees. natsuki holds onto her father’s shoulder as he softly pads down the stairs, ready to foil your surprise. he holds his finger over his lips, nodding at his little girl. she mirrors the action, swearing to be silent. he peeks around the corner, this sight bringing a gentle smile to his face. maturing and loving and having a family had simmered him down a bit, but he never lost his spark. he always knows how to balance it though, and as badly as he wants to jump around the wall and catch you—laugh that you thought you could be so sneaky; he doesn’t. you’re holding your two year old son in a similar way to his carry on natsuki, dancing around the kitchen to keep him from fussing while you plate up his favorite strawberry banana pancakes, a signature you introduced him to. you dollop out whipped cream that katsuo promptly puts his hands into, making you laugh softly and shake your head. you stick some candles into the pancakes and that’s when it really gets him.

so much care and laborious love poured into this, he can’t rob you of such a simple gift to him. natsuki pats his shoulder, pointing to the living room as you fix up the smudged whipped cream and fix your children’s plates. he sees that you’ve turned it into a massive pillow fortress, blankets and string lights and the tv tucked under it all so you could lounge about all day. the family cat perched comfortably on one of the fluffiest blankets, and blame fatherhood, he feels the sting of emotion behind his eyes. it’s perfect. it’s a gift he wouldn’t have even picked for himself–it nearly makes him laugh. you would find a way to go and do something for him anyway–even when he swears he just wants to lay around the house all day. he says that and you go and give him domestic bliss.

you walk around the corner with his plate in hand, katsuo in the other, prepared to creep upstairs and wake your sleeping husband up for breakfast in bed. then you’d rouse him to come downstairs to the massive movie theater pillow fort you built. but meh—it seems your plans were mere…outlines. your smile droops, but then replaces itself upon noticing just how shocked and happy katsuki really was. he loathes surprises, and no—you would not drag the man out for birthday dinners or even a private date for you two. he’d much rather cook for you and the kids anyway. you know that. you know him better than you know yourself. but you would be damned if a year went by where you didn’t celebrate him. and yeah–you shoulda sent the kid that can’t make complete sentences yet.

“this is real nice, princess.” he hums, turning to face you and letting you glimpse at your regretful daughter.

“sorry mama..” she pouts, making you chuckle softly. there wasn’t much of a chance to get away with this anyway–it’s not her fault.

“aw, it’s okay baby. now we can just sing happy birthday to daddy in the fort!” you grin, nodding at him to get comfortable inside. he smiles warmly, because that’s all he feels. complete and utter warmth from head to toe. he leans forward and kisses your forehead, taking katsuo out of your arms and taking the kids to nestle comfortably in the pillow seating arrangements you crafted. it is an incredible arrangement by the way. he’s sure it took you hours. he feels that signature tightness in his chest–the overwhelming love he has for you is sometimes a physical phenomenon. katsuo crawls over the pillows to tuck himself into a fluffy corner close to his sister, clapping his hands together in anticipation of the pancakes he saw his mom whipping up earlier. you duck under the entrance sheet and grin brightly—an expression he knows and loves. you’re proud of yourself, and you should be. you drop to your knees, hitting the fluffy couch cushions and fluffy down blankets. you scoot forward on them and then sit back, displaying your beautiful pancake creations.

you nod to the kids who join you in a beautiful–albeit choppy–rendition of the happy birthday tune, and he beams all the while. his heart may genuinely burst from his chest though. the greatest gift he ever got was truly his wife–and you’ve given him two more. he leans up to blow out the candles, leaning up yet again to steal a kiss from you before he takes the plate from you entirely. “thank ya, lil squirt. and m’littler squirts.” he ruffles natsuki’s hair, getting into the breakfast as you double back for everything else. the love in his eyes, the intensity that he always carries—it’s a gift in itself to you. you’re gonna watch shitty tv all day with your kids, being lazy and awful as you snack around all day. you call it a taurus’ paradise. of course you sneak your final gift in too, snagging it from the counter.

he holds his arm out for you, chewing animatedly and nodding to show you his excitement. you lean into his hold and nestle close, putting a show on for your kids. they have limited tv time please don’t even start. “happy birthday, my love.” you hum again, kissing his cheek.

“you spoil me, gorgeous.” he smiles at you, all soft and tender to give you butterflies. he tucks his hand into the dip of your waist and starts feeding you your food like it’s your birthday. he does that a lot. you think he gets nearly uncomfortable at being spoiled–or at least wants to include you in the feeling he has. it’s adorable either way.

“you deserve it. you work so hard, you’re such a good dad and husband for me…i want to give you everything.” you chuckle softly, laying your head on his shoulder, hugging around his bicep.

“woman, look at those kids an’ yerself an’ say that again.” he says, the pinnacle of affection despite his way of speaking. “ya gave me everythin’.”

“nuh uhhh,” you giggle, digging in your pocket. “not everything. got something else for ya.” you place it in his hands—the only other thing he’d ever want: a positive pregnancy test. “one step closer to—what did you call it? bakugou total world domination?”

he sets his plate to the side and pulls you into his lap, clutching you close, chuckling a bit. “yer kiddin’! he nuzzles his face into your neck and sighs happily. “i love you.” he hums softly, shaking his head, “this gotta be the best birthday ever..” he adds, and he means it wholeheartedly. gone were the days of war and daily sacrifice. every once and a while a villain will get on his nerves for a few days—but he always comes home to his (growing) family. he didn’t even have nightmares anymore, blissfully coasting in a stream of peace he never imagined he’d know. the idea of having a lifetime like this was almost too good to be true if he hadn’t known he’d do anything to protect it.

“but don’t think we won’t celebrate on our own later~” you purr in his ear. sheesh, you keep proving this day gets better and better.

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b1ackoutartist · 6 months

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Wrapped

The soft lullaby hummed through the small apartment, a gentle tune breaking the silence of the night. Natasha Romanoff, once a feared and respected CEO, was now frequently found dozing off on the nursery floor, fingers entwined with those of her baby son, Alex.

The dining room was exquisitely decorated. Soft chandeliers, glinting silverware, and crisp tablecloths laid the foundation for a perfect family dinner. But there was an unmistakable tension in the air, more palpable than the rich aroma of food that wafted through the room.

Y/N gently cradled baby Alex, who cooed and drooled, blissfully unaware of the strained dynamics around the table. On one side was Melina, her icy gaze focused primarily on Y/N, occasionally darting to the baby. Opposite her sat Alexei, a silent observer, while Yelena played peek-a-boo with baby Alex, trying to lighten the mood.

Y/N attempted small talk. "Melina, this roast looks delicious."

Ignoring the compliment, Melina quipped, "Isn't it a bit too early for Alex to be teething, dear?"

Y/N's face flushed. "Every baby is different. The pediatrician said it's normal."

"It's just that when Natasha was a baby," Melina began, her voice dripping with passive aggression, "she followed every milestone to the letter. And Yelena, too."

Yelena rolled her eyes, shooting Y/N a sympathetic look. "Mama, can we not do this tonight?"

But Melina continued, "Natasha has a lot on her plate as a CEO, and I don’t think she needs more stress. Perhaps if you focused more on understanding the baby and less on whatever you've been doing..."

Y/N’s grip tightened around Alex. "I'm doing my best, Melina."

Natasha clenched her fist. "Mother, enough!"

Alexei tried to lighten the atmosphere, sharing an old anecdote from Natasha’s childhood. But Melina’s criticisms, veiled under the guise of 'advice', continued. They stung Y/N, the insecurities she tried so hard to bury resurfacing with each jab.

Y/N tried to focus on Alex, feeding and playing with him, but her smile didn’t quite reach her eyes.

Yelena slid closer to Y/N. "Ignore her," she whispered. "You're doing great. And Nat thinks so too."

Just then, Alex wailed, startling everyone. Y/N tried to soothe him, but Melina's sharp voice cut through, "Do you even know how to hold him right?"

That was the last straw for Natasha. Standing up, she addressed her mother coldly, "Can I talk to you? Outside."

The room was silent as the two women left. Alexei sighed heavily, turning his attention to his food, while Yelena tried to comfort the shaken Y/N.

Outside, Natasha and Melina stood facing each other, the night air charged with tension.

"I won’t let you belittle Y/N any longer," Natasha started, her voice stern and unwavering.

"She's not right for you," Melina retorted, "She's keeping you from your responsibilities. She doesn’t even know how to raise Alex properly."

"You don't get to decide that. She’s an amazing mother, and I love her," Natasha countered, "If you can't respect that, then you won’t see Alex or me again."

Melina's eyes widened in disbelief. "You'd choose her over your own family?"

"I am choosing my family. Y/N and Alex are my family. And if you can’t accept that, then you’re pushing us away, not the other way around."

The weight of Natasha’s words hung heavy in the air. Melina looked away, struggling to find words.

The weight of Natasha’s words hung heavy in the air. Melina looked away, struggling to find words. The two women stood in silence, the cool night breeze whipping around them, carrying with it an air of finality.

After a few minutes, Natasha turned on her heels and walked back inside. The atmosphere in the dining room was thick, and everyone turned their attention to her as she entered. Without saying a word, she took baby Alex from Y/N's arms. "Get your things," she instructed gently but firmly, "We're leaving."

Y/N nodded, her eyes misting over with tears, yet she felt a strange sense of relief. She stood up, her movement drawing Yelena's attention. The younger woman approached her, whispering, "I'll come by tomorrow, okay? Just take care of yourself and Alex."

As Y/N moved to gather their things, Alexei tried to mediate. He stood, approaching his red-headed daughter. "Natasha, stay. Let's talk this out."

Natasha looked at him, her green eyes icy and resolute. "I appreciate it, but there’s nothing more to say. I won't let anyone disrespect my family."

The old bear of a man looked saddened. "Just remember this is your home. Always."

Natasha offered him a weak smile, appreciating his sentiment but knowing that tonight, leaving was the right choice. She adjusted baby Alex in her arms, feeling his little heartbeat against her. The weight of her son was grounding, a constant reminder of what mattered most.

With Y/N by her side, and their belongings in hand, they made their way to the door. The house that was once filled with laughter and joy seemed cold and unwelcoming. But as the door closed behind them, they knew they were stepping into a new chapter, one where they could create a loving environment for Alex and themselves.

Yelena and Alexei watched them go, a mix of sadness and understanding in their eyes. Melina, still outside, heard the car start and drive off. She leaned against the wall, a wave of regret washing over her. The realization that she might have lost her daughter and grandson because of her stubbornness weighed heavy on her heart.

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daddynattt · 1 year

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GIRL HERE ME OUT CAN YOU PLEASE CREATE ADARABBLE * NAT X Y/N WITH KIDS* OUT OF THIS PLEASE 😭😭😭I NEED SOME FLUFF RN COZ I JUST FINISHED MY EXAM

Lol I saw this tiktok last night, so cute. Good job on finishing your exams I’m sure you did great and I’m proud of you<3 I love soft mama Nat hope you enjoy this little fluffy piece.

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x Reader

Warnings: None just fluff and Nat being a softie for her family.

You and Natasha were sitting on the couch watching a movie, your son in your arms as you feed him his milk, you look to your side and watch as Natasha is staring at the two of you with so much love in her eyes making your heart skip a beat. Starting a family with the ex-assassin has been the best decision you’ve ever made, as she is the greatest mother to your two children. She gives the three of you everything you could ever want and need, and has never missed any milestone.

“Are your eyes stuck Natty?” you give her a teasing smile, laughing when she huffs and rolls her eyes, planting a kiss on both your heads making you smile.

“Can I not admire my perfect partner and our son?” you blush at her words, she never fails to make you feel like the most important person in the world, and you are forever grateful for her. You finish feeding your little boy, and you look to your side once again to see Natasha making grabby hands. You giggle and allow her to take him in her arms, and she instantly holds him up to her chest, rubbing and patting his back softly to get him to burp. You get up off the couch to clean up a bit, chuckling when she whines out.

“Baby where you going?” you turn around and plant a sweet kiss on her lips, and her smile instantly warms your heart.

“More please” her pout makes you giggle, this woman is such a softie that you would never have guessed she is the Black Widow. You plant a few more soft kisses on her awaiting lips, and a few on your sons head as well.

“Me and our little munchkin are happy now, proceed to what you were doing, but don’t take too long please we already miss you” you smile at her words, letting out a yelp as she spanks your butt softly when you turn around, glaring at her when she gives you an innocent look.

“What? You know I can’t help myself” you shake your head, proceeding to clean up a little around you. You admire Nat as she holds him in his arms, her soft nature for you and the children is something you will never get tired of. You make your way back to the couch, sitting beside her and planting a kiss on her lips once again.

You watch the two of them, smiling as Nat kisses and noms on his chubby cheek and tickling his sides softly, his giggles making the two of you smile. You hear footsteps coming closer and you see your daughter make her appearance with a book in her hand, but once she sees the position the two are in, she instantly gasps, her mouth open wide as she clutches at her chest, completely shocked at the scene in front of her, seemingly feeling betrayed that Nat would do that to anyone other then her, causing you to laugh out loud. Shock is written all over her face as she stares at them, then climbs into your lap, and puts her hand out at Natasha, a frown on her face.

“Mama no!” the two of you laugh, and Natasha pulls her into her lap as she cuddles and holds them both in her arms, making your heart burst with love at the scene.

“Aww my little princess, mama loves you just as much, I love you both so so much. Want me to read you the book?” she nods and cuddles into Nat more, getting comfortable against her chest as Nat wraps her arm around her, holding the two of them protectively in her arms. She kisses her brother on his forehead, making the two of you smile. She may get jealous, but she loves her brother. Natasha turns towards you, motioning for you to come closer, and you cuddle into her side, the four of you huddled together.

“I love you and our family so much” her confession makes your heart skip a beat, and you kiss her softly, smiling against her lips.

“I love you and our family so much more” she kisses your nose, then both their foreheads, and proceeds to read the book, her voice smooth and comforting, calming the three of you down. You wouldn’t change your family for anything. This is where you are meant to be.

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I feel like Bob is one of those people who is amazing with kids. Like especially if it’s his own, he would be so gentle and loving. I can see him sitting next to his baby who is looking up at their aviation themed mobile and he’s gently talking about all the different plane models and their systems. The baby doesn’t have a clue what he’s saying but is just staring at their dad in wonder as he tells them about the world. Seeing this man with a baby would make me fall in love with him all over again…

Sorry for the random Bob thought, I just had to share 🥺

🥺🥺🥺 please don't apologize, I am always down to discuss DILF!Bob

After a month and a half of waking up to the sound of your son's cries, waking up to silence was almost alarming.

You reached over to the other side of the bed to find it empty.

Quickly, you threw off the covers and grabbed your robe.

As you walked out into the hallway, the sound of Bob's soothing, deep voice became clear. You followed it, arriving at your son's room.

"And that's an F18, which is what your Daddy and Aunt Nat fly. You'll get to meet her pretty soon. She's so excited to meet you, Auggie. Though, just warning ya now: her and your Uncle Bradley are gonna argue over who gets to hold ya."

The sight of Bob leaning over the crib, combined with August's coos made your heart soar.

To say Bob was born to be a dad was an understatement. He spent your whole pregnancy doting on you, coming with you to every appointment, making sure you didn't lift a finger.

When August was born, the role of a father came naturally to him. Whenever he could, he was there, making sure you and your son were okay and felt loved.

You quietly walked up to your husband to find that he had one hand on the crib, the other gently stroking the tufts of blonde hair on August's head.

"When you're big enough, we can take you to base on family day and you can see all the planes in real life! They're much bigger than these," Bob motioned to the plane-themed mobile that Mickey and his fiancé had gifted. It went perfectly with the aviation themed nursery that his fiancé had helped you design.

August stared at Bob, eyes bright and wide. A gummy smile spread across his face as he babbled.

"Morning," You whispered, wrapping your arms around his.

"Hey Mama, you get some sleep?" Bob asked, pressing a kiss to your temple.

Before you could answer, your son's eyes met yours, causing him to coo loudly and flail his arms. A gummy smile adorned your son's face, his cobalt eyes lighting up.

"Who's that Auggie? Is that Mama?" Bob cooed, a huge smile adorning his face, "Yes, it is Mama!"

August's bottom lip began to quiver, a tall tale sign he was getting frustrated.

"Think it's time for his breakfast."

Bob gently picked up August as you sat down in the nursing chair, undoing your robe and bra.

As you fed August, Bob sat at the foot of the chair, his head on your thigh while a hand gently held August's foot.

"You okay Robby?"

Your husband gave you that slightly crooked smile you fell in love with on your first date with him.

"Just wanna be close to you two," He whispered as his large fingers gently stroke your son's sock-covered foot.

Balancing August with one arm, you learned over to brush the sandy locks out of Bob's face. He always grew his hair out when he wasn't deployed, knowing how much you loved to play with it.

"I'd say you're pretty close," you grinned.

Bob shook his head, "Nah. Could be closer. See?" He moved his body so that his head was practically in your lap.

"If August kicks you in the face, don't come crying to me," you chuckled.

"He would never do that! Right Auggie? You'd never hurt Dada, would ya?" Bob asked. August was too busy eating breakfast to respond.

"Love you Mama," He whispered into your stomach, his voice low, the Midwestern drawl laced around it.

"Love you too Dada."

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romanoffsbish · 2 years

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Unwelcome Surprise…

Natasha Romanoff x FemHill!Reader

Carol Danvers x Maria Hill

Lessons Learned (Part 2)

Natasha’s an idiot, Tony’s an even bigger one, and Y/N’s an emotional wreck who needs a little help from her friends.

SMUT | 18+ | MINORS DNI ‼️

Angsty as fuck!!! Gaslighting... Abandonment.

18+ !! Heavy Smut!!

"Hate" fuck!!!, Oral/Face riding(Reader), Degrading commentary, Fingering(Both), Breast/Thigh fixation/marking(!!)

Tony Stark, total genius to the world, but ever the idiot to anyone who actually knows him. He's never been one for minding his own business, so when he stumbled upon a random woman who shared a namesake with his teammate he sent her an invite to a Stark party.

"Y/N Romanoff... Let's see if you're as hot as your potential relative..." The billionaire murmurs to himself while he tinkers with his damaged suit, and instructs Friday to send the invitations to the 'Post Deadly Mission Party'.

———

—

You stepped out to collect the mail while your three year old incessantly babbled your ear off, mussing your hair up with his animated hands, as he sat comfortably upon your hip.

"Is that right?" You gasp enthusiastically in an effort to encourage him as you stand on your porch steps and sort through your mail.

Laura stepped outside to wave your way, but you were busy glaring at the envelope in your hand, and then your son stilled in your arms once he saw Nate.

"Mama!!! 'Loot!!" Mason squealed, and you swiftly let his squirming form down once you spotted his built in bestfriend eagerly waiting for him.

"Any word from Nat yet?" Laura questions you with a sympathetic look and you shrug, passing an envelope her way then proceeded to sort through the rest of the mail.

"If she thinks inviting me to a party with her team is going to make me forgive her after three months of silence then she's surely mistaken... Here I am, worried sick about her, and she's apparently living it up with her pals."

"I thought she wanted to keep you all a secret?" Laura—ever the skeptic, states with a perplexed expression.

"Yeah, she's clearly just all over the place Laur'... Leaving me all alone for months at a time, then making me feel like I'm the one in the wrong when I ask for just the slightest bit more of her time. Then Lily hears us arguing, and winds up resenting me come morning when Nat's gone off on a mission to escape me. It's just, I don't think she even wants me anymore."

"Y/N/N, she's never exactly been good at expressing herself, but anyone with eyes could see how much she loves you..."

"Yeah, that's still not an excuse for treating me like I'm easily expendable. This just wasn't where I saw myself, you know? Tucked away on a farm, raising our kids while she runs away from me any chance she gets. I dreamed of traveling the world, broadening my horizons and experiencing the world in all its glory. Then I gave all of that up for this shared dream of having a family together, but she's not living up to her end, and it's turned into a nightmare.”

"Do you ever tell her any of this?"

"All the time..." You sigh out, running your hands through your hair to try to air out your sweaty scalp.

"She either tries to screw me into silence, or gaslights me into feeling bad for making her feel 'guilty' for keeping our world safe."

Laura's face reddens at your candid statement, and you sheepishly smile her way, then the two of you just laugh it off.

"Y/N, just go to the party, try to fix this, because I can't keep watching you mope around anymore. Take the extended olive branch, and if she doesn't work with you, wack her over the head with it." She muses, then you chuckle at her attempt to cheer you up.

"What about Lily and Mason?"

"Sounds like it's time for a sleepover." She shouts in mock excitement and you playfully roll your eyes before going to prepare over the night bags.

"Plus, I'm sure you'll get to see Maria, who I'm certain must miss you." She adds on, which is the icing on the cake because you missed your older sister beyond normalcy.

Lily was more than pleased to find out that she got to get away from you for a night, collecting her bag without so much as a goodbye. Mason was giddy as can be when you had told him that he got to sleep with Nate in his car bed. However, he cried and tried to chase your car down when he realized it meant you were going to be gone.

——

Natasha just got back from a grueling mission of her own, one that had spanned the length of three months. Deep undercover missions used to be her absolute favorite thing, but then you and the kids came along and now she detests them. In the moment accepting the mission felt right, after the horrible fight she had started got out of hand, she just needed to get out of the house. Watching the pain swirling around your eyes had hurt her immensely, and to know it was her doing nearly broke her completely.

—

As you settle into your hotel for the night you dump your bag onto the bed and curse your wife for the last minute invite. She couldn't just call you to invite you—no, she sends mail to your farm that only gets deliveries twice a week; the supposed extended olive branch seems more like a brittle twig at the moment.

You're currently staring at the clothes scattered across the bed, torn between wearing a skirt with a crop top, or the fancy dress you'd pointlessly purchased to wear for your tenth anniversary last month. No matter how much you two fight, she'd never missed any of your important milestones; this time around she did though, and she did it without even a text message thrown your way. Your 'Wish you were here, I love you Nat...' had gone unread and your heart nearly shattered when it did. Nerves start to overtake you as you second guess your decision to even go.

Why should it always be you making the effort to fix things?

Maybe this time you could leave her waiting on you, so she could know how it felt, but then you'd have to lie to Laura, and there's no getting away with that. So you scream into a pillow before settling on the dress then heading off to take a shower, hopeful it will calm your nerves.

While putting the deep forest green halter dress on you'd been admiring the way your body looked, having missed being able to have a reason to dress up. The sound of your phone pinging pulled you out of your feelings though. Opening the phone you saw it was a set of messages from Laura with attached images, your collective brood were lying under a pillow fort in the living room surrounded by snacks. Wide smiles upon their faces, then a simple:

*Get your assassin, and bring her home. 😉*

With an eye roll and quick reply sent you slipped your phone into your bag then set off to hail a cab so that you'd arrive fashionably late to the event. Stepping into the building had left your skin crawling at the sheer size of the guest list. Celebrities were scattered all around the room, but your eyes were too busy searching for your wife to even acknowledge them.

After what felt like years of searching you'd found her situated behind the bar, hand over her coworkers while she laughed at something she had said. Despair had been what hit you first, having always been worried you weren't enough for the assassin, even with the constant reassurances. Once your wife parted from her place you'd approached the bar and took the vacant stool next to the woman.

"Scotch on the rocks please."

The bartender that had just arrived nodded, then the blonde beside you turned to you with a curious gaze, subsequently opening her mouth and instantly falling into your trap.

"Rough day?"

"More like rough year." You bitterly chuckle out while taking a stiff drink from your glass, allowing the liquid to really burn.

"Care to elaborate?" She asks in a teasing tone, clearly looking for the gossip of the century.

"Nothing special really, just a smidge of trouble in paradise. You know, now that I'm thinking about it, I'm not entirely sure why they even call it paradise. Marriage is more like when you get a new job, heart overflowing with hope, and you're thinking it's going to be all you dreamed of. Then a few months have gone by, and your boss grows horns as they usually do, and you find yourself in a new version of hell."

"Jesus..." She snorts, her calloused hands instinctually falling to your exposed back in an attempt to comfort you.

The gesture sends shivers down your spine, causing your heart to twinge with guilt, turning in a kind attempt to remove her touch from your skin.

"Enough about me, how about you tell me about you? I don't want to scare you off from love, I promise it's not all bad."

"Oh, my dear girl, I am but a hopeless sap, so you're not going to scare me off that easily. Actually I'd sat down here to collect a drink for my girlfriend and I before an angry woman with an uncanny resemblance to her had cut me in line."

"Carol?!" You gasp, and the women smirks at the way the realization washes over your face.

"Yeah, this isn't exactly how I thought we'd meet, regardless it's indeed lovely to meet you. I'm guessing Natasha's in the dog house then? I'd heard Maria ripping her a new one before she had took off on that undercover mission, but I've learned to not ask when it came to you."

"Yeah, she came home after months away to pick a fight, then took off on a mission with no word to me, which in turn caused her to miss our anniversary and son's third birthday. Then apparently she made it home intact, but chose to go partying."

"In her defense—not to say she deserves it, but she did only just land two hours ago, and before she could get her stuff out of lockup Stark swept her off in the direction of her room here telling her attendance was mandatory and that he had a surprise for her."

That couldn't be right, because if she was gone until today then who the fuck would've sent the invitation to you?

Carol saw the panic written all over your face, concern immediately consuming her as she saw you struggling to breathe, and she was quick to tap her necklace three times before she tried to figure out what was wrong with you.

Maria had been sat on a couch, scrolling through her old text messages from you, admiring the pictures of your kids while Natasha sat beside her with her head in her hands.

"'Ria, I can't be here any longer, you need to help me escape..."

"Tasha, you're a trained spy, and a level 8 S.H.I.E.L.D agent, if you wanted out you'd be gone. Stop pretending you're not terrified of my sister, because as someone who grew up with her I honestly think you should be."

"It's just, the mission was only supposed to be a month... I was so angry in the moment, but then I went and missed two major milestones. They're the one thing I ever did right, and now I might lose her and the family I'd dreamed of all because I never felt deserving of it."

"That's a shitty cop out Natasha, whether you felt worthy enough or not, you had time before you started a family with her. Y/N's dreams were always so vibrant growing up, through all the hell we'd been put through she had still remained so bright. Never once did she dream about motherhood, but once she met you her dreams evolved to fit yours, and all she wanted was to give you that family. You royally fucked up here, so be prepared for the consequences."

Natasha went to rebut, but she simply fell short in terms of a comeback, and then Maria was jumping to her feet with her fingers twiddling with her necklace.

"Carol needs me, I have to go."

"I'm coming too."

Maria said nothing in support of this, but she didn't stop her from following either.

—

Tony was bouncing on his feet like a petulant child on Christmas morning once Friday had informed him that you'd arrived. A nano tracker strategically placed onto your invitation so that he'd be able to track your arrival, and now he was about to put you into the direct spotlight.

Never once did it cross the playboy's mind that this could be a bad idea, because had you really just been a random civilian, well at least now you could say you met the Avengers, right?

Before Maria, and the sulking redhead trailing behind her could reach Carol to help with her unknown dilemma the lights in the room had shut off, then one singular ray illuminated the party stage and the drunken man stood on it.

"Ladies, gentlemen, and folks of all creeds, I'd like to thank you from the bottom of my reactor for making it out tonight. This is the first time in over three months that all us Avengers were able to be in the same room together, and I just think that's worth an elaborate celebration." He greets the crowd, receiving a gentle roar of cheers that he allowed to die down before continuing.

"Now, before I allow this kick-ass party to resume I'd like to make a special introduction. Agent Romanoff...."

He paused for dramatic effect, spotlight landing upon the former assassin, causing every hair on her body to stand at attention in nervous anticipation for what the idiot on the stage had planned for her.

"When I was tinkering around with my suit's, and running my weekly scan of all of our surnames through databases Friday stumbled upon something rather interesting..."

At the sound of his words both Natasha and Maria's heads turned to take in his smirking face, their expressions grim at the obvious thought.

"So, without further ado, I'd like to introduce you all to a Miss Y/N Romanoff! How about we see if there's any resemblance to our redhead." He excitedly slurs into the microphone.

Before you could even begin to register his words over your dwindling panic you were being blinded by a rather bright light. This attention only spurred on another roll of panic, causing you to literally vomit up the granola bar you'd munched on this morning all over the floor before your sisters girlfriend feet.

"Okay, so apparently she's not a fan of the spotlight... My apologies honey..."

Tony holds off from gulping in front of the crowd at the sight of the women glaring daggers through him, he's not entirely sure what he'd done yet, but he knew that his life was very much on the line because of it.

"LET'S PARTY!!!" He shrieks in an attempt to reroute everyone's focus, then does his best to fade into the crowd that began jumping along to the music once more.

Natasha made a beeline for the bar, where she was now scooping you up like she'd done all those years back on your wedding night and simply carried you off to the closest private space; while Maria and Carol went after the idiot that quite literally put a target on your back and your safety at risk.

—

Natasha sat your sobbing form down on the couch, painfully watching you curl in on yourself as she herself paced around the room.

"Baby, what are you doing here? We had—."

"Don't call me that.." You reply venomously.

"Baby please, I know I messed up, but please don't shut me out."

Her pathetic pleads are met with your incredulous laughter.

"Shut you out? That's fucking rich coming from you, miss vow of fucking silence."

"Moya lyubov', please hear me out..."

Far too exhausted to fight anymore you simply hummed a broken tune, urging her to go on, while hugging yourself for comfort.

"Fury had said it was only supposed to be a month, and then when it was underway I was too deep to pull out when it got extended out. The whole time I was away I'd spent reflecting on that pointless fight I started with you. I'm so incredibly sorry for how I've been acting, not a day went by that I didn't cry over being away from you all."

Her fingers were nervously fidgeting as she took in a sudden shaky breath before continuing on.

"When our anniversary had hit I was an inconsolable wreck, unable to even complete my tasks for that day. The same mess occurring of me last week when Liam's birthday passed and I couldn't celebrate with my beautiful family. Moya lyubov', I'm going to take time off, Fury's approved me for an entire year, and of course I'm taking it so that we can all travel the world together. It'll be perfect, a dream come true."

Once she finished her pathetic attempt at an apology you were feeling an entire slurry of emotions. Three months ago, and this would've worked on you, but now you'd decided that she needed the reality check of a century. So, even if all you wanted to do was throw yourself into her arms after all these months you had to refrain. Natasha stared at you expecting you to melt into her open arms, but judging by the look in your eyes she knew it wasn't going to go in the direction that she'd hoped.

"Sorry can't fix those nights that I spent alone without comforting arms to hold me while I instead cried myself to sleep." You lightly choke out, failing miserably at containing your sadness, but within a moments notice the same sadness fuels your anger as you get everything off your chest.

"Or will it save me from those nights where I felt worthless, like when I messaged you on our anniversary and received nothing... You never told me it was a no contact mission, hell you didn't even tell me what you were doing at all. For all I know you were out fucking other women."

"Hey! You will not insinuate that I am a cheater! I would never..." Natasha interrupts, heart absolutely ripped to shreds at the notion, but the brokenness behind your shielded gaze has her quieting down once more.

"Nor the irreparable damages those fights have caused to our daughters view of me. She adores the ground you walk on, and all she ever sees is me driving you away. So then I find myself overwhelmed with the toddler who has formed an unhealthy attachment to my hip and the hatred thrown at me on the daily by Lily."

Natasha blinks in quick succession as your angry words come flying out, fighting off an onslaught of tears as she hears how her piss poor abilities to process her anger have somehow transferred over to your daughter

"So, Natasha, while you were crying over your own regrettable choice to run, I was left crying myself to sleep every night over every single mess your decisions had left in their wake. "

"I'm so sorry, please, I'll do anything to fix us... Let's go home, I'll hold you close just like you deserve. I'll talk to Lily—I'll fix this mess, I promise we'll have our happily ever after..."

"This might come as a surprise to you Nat, but that's just not how this is going to go. So long are the days where I just bend to your will, and forgive you in favor of a days worth of your time. You should go home though, collect our kids from Laura, maybe even spend some one on one time with them because lord knows they sure do miss you."

"And what about you?" She questions incredulously over the lump in her throat, tears starting to fall as it finally dawns on her that this will be harder than she thought, the easiness of fixing things is a way of the past.

"I'm sorry, but that's just not your concern." Your flat response comes out, shocking the woman to her core.

"You're the love of my life, the mother of my children and still my fucking wife so it definitely is my concern."

The anger she'd tried to hold at bay in lieu of a civil conversation was quickly getting the better of her—as per the course, the simple thought of you leaving her has the woman full on spiraling. Never had she imagined a reality where you weren't by her side, little did she want to acknowledge that was already the life you'd obviously grown accustomed to, the life she'd been forcing you to live.

"I'm not sure how true any of that is anymore Natasha..."

Something snaps in the shell of a woman sat before you at the words you spit out in the heat of the moment. One second she's crying on the ottoman, the next she's grabbing your hips, slamming you into a wall, and kissing you as if her life depended on it—which for her, it does. This is always her final tactic, if her words fail her which is almost always the case, she uses her mouth in other ways to change your mind.

The anger that had been festering within you for the last year and a half outweighs the lust. Turned on by her actions though, you choose to finally give her a taste of her own medicine, using her body as she's done to you countless times. Using your hands to brutally grip at her waist you move to shove her onto the couch with no care whatsoever.

Natasha gasps at the action, but her mind is too far gone to notice the look in your eyes is beyond the lust of the situation, it's a mix of so much: lust, rage, a desperate need for revenge, all fueled by a deep seeded hurt...

Lips meet with just as much force, your tongue forcing its way into her mouth, exploring the nearly forgotten territory, pulling needy whines from the redhead as your hips roll against her own as you bite down then suck upon her tongue. Natasha's hands work quickly to bunch up your dress, moaning against your lips as soon as she feels your bare cunt, clearly she's trying her hardest to regain a semblance of control here. It's to no avail though as you pull back from her lips, dragging her bottom lip out as you do.

"Tell me Natty, did you miss me?"

"Yes detka, I missed you so much." She groans, frantic in the way she is bucking her hips up, hands on yours to move you in time with her, creating the much needed friction, and showing you just how desperate for you she truly is...

"How much?" You coax out of her, wanting to feel the desperation in your bones before you give in to her; your dainty fingers trailing the expanse of her exposed arms, leaving behind a scattering of goosebumps in their wake.

"So, so much detka, I was fucking miserable. Spent so many nights alone, working my fingers through my folds but it never worked because it wasn't you..." She admits in a frustrated set of whimpers, lips desperately moving against your collarbones as she works to bite her marks into your supple skin.

Bitterly you chuckle while pulling back from her hold, her eyes confused at your sudden change in demeanor, but before she can start to overthink you're using your hands to shove her onto her back, then traveling up her body to straddle her face with your gorgeous thighs.

Natasha's always been weak for your thighs, she could truly spend hours between them; biting into the plush skin while teasing you; tightly gripping them whenever she has to force them to stay open when you're too sensitive to do it on your own. Many nights she'd even fall asleep with her face smushed against one, so it comes as no surprise when she's eagerly wrapping her arms around them.

"Don't fucking touch..." You growl out, swatting her hands away before lowering your dripping cunt onto her awaiting mouth.

Hand tangled within her short red locks you use your firm grip to stabilize yourself so that you can fuck yourself by means of her face, bouncing vigorously with only your pleasure in mind as you work yourself up to your climax. Drenching her face in your slick, using your hold on her head to angle her face just right to receive pressure upon your sensitive bundle. Loud moans filling the tiny room as your wife's muffled groans cause pleasurable vibrations against your lower lips.

Pangs of arousal being sent to her very own core at the idea of being used by you, no more than a means for your impending climax. Although she'd wanted nothing more than to touch you—to please you, it'd be a lie to say Natasha's head wasn't absolutely spinning from your newfound display of dominance.

When your movements began to get sloppy Natasha ignored your earlier warnings, and you were too fucked out to care. Gripping onto your thighs tightly, she was somehow pulling you even further against her face and using her tongue the way she knew you preferred it. Pulling you to the edge in the way only she ever could; your loud mewls evidence of that, and the sole reason for her slick covered thighs.

"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck...."

Natasha moans against your already sensitive core once the pit in your abdomen finally bursts, your hips stuttering as your abundant release rolls down her tongue, coating her throat and the majority of her face.

With her tight grip on your thighs she's able to flip you onto your back, face still buried in between your legs as she continues to relish in all your cunt has to offer; the smell of you beyond intoxicating, the insatiable need to taste you, the way that you're pulsing around nothing, and on how she plans to change that.

Her lips move to place open mouthed kisses upon your thighs, glistening love bites being left as she follows them up with her tongue, soothing your skin while collecting your slick. As she moves up your body her fingers play around your entrance, lightly tracing over it before suddenly thrusting three fingers into you as her lips attach to your perky nipple.

Her harshly sucking, and occasionally biting down has you arching your back, forcing even more of your breast into her mouth, and she's definitely not complaining; she'll take every last piece of you there is to offer.

Therein lies the problem...

Nearly forgetting yourself you allow your wife to worship your body the way she's done so many times before. Desperation for release driving the both of you, neither of you having really been fucked like this in nearly a year, because the nonstop fighting had always thrown a wrench in your love making plans.

Once her lips travel up, eventually landing upon your own everything seemed to slow down. Reality severely misconstrued as she pours every last ounce of her love into you, soft lips move against yours tenderly, while her fingers perfectly move within you with similar care, gliding effortlessly over your wet walls.

This new softness to her movements spurs on a sudden influx of emotions, fresh, hot tears begin to pool in the corners of your eyes as she begins to melt your anger back into its original source of sadness. Natasha feels the sudden way in which you gasp between the blending of your lips, pulling back she hovers over you, observing the sadness in your expression, and her heart clenches at the clear understanding that this is on her.

"Oh honey, I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to hurt you like this..." She whispers, slender fingers still continuing their same brutal pace, palming over your clit as she leans forward to kiss your forehead.

"I'm here... I'm not going anywhere..." She whispers in promise, fingers curling in a come hither motion as she continues to pump into you in the hopes that she can bring you to the edge of bliss—to love you through this pain.

Her words have the opposite effect though, serving more so as the reminder that had she just stayed none of this would be happening. Neither of you would be working this hard to repair what was never meant to be broken.

"I love you..."

Those intimate words end up falling from her lips at the exact same moment that your entire body spasms from beneath her, your second orgasm far more intense than the last—hitting you like a ton of bricks; eyes rolling to the back of your head, while your walls clench so tightly that they hold the woman's fingers hostage.

After the high has run its course your arched body collapses against the couch, but Natasha's stilled fingers remain inside you as she places wet kisses to your heated skin, repeatedly whispering 'I love you' with each one she lays.

Eyes shooting open the moment you feel her tears fall onto your cheek, cascading across your skin on its way to blend in with your own. Her pained gaze is intense once your eyes lock, you almost feel sorry for her, but the settled rage slowly begins to simmer again.

Who does she think she is crying like this?

Is she seeking your sympathy for a problem she herself manifested?

Fucking pathetic...

"I love you too..."

As soon as the raspy words leave your mouth she's slamming her lips to your own, you lazily reciprocate the passionate kiss, planning to let it go on until you feel you have the strength to flip the positions.

Saying those words to her was hard, it's not because they weren't true—of course they were, but because giving her this sense of false hope isn't something you're exactly big on. Natasha's always struggled with processing her feelings, hell, it's why you're here to begin with. However, you're not doing this forgive and forget shit anymore, you're going to stick to the original plan and give her back what she's repeatedly given you—a false sense of security.

Wrapping your legs around her waist, you quickly shift and cause the both of you to tumble off the couch and onto the carpet. Natasha groans at the impact, but quickly smiles as she looks up to see you smirking.

"Yeah... I guess I deserved that..." She playfully grumbles before reaching up to pull your lips back to her own, and sighs at the way you move against her with less reservations than before.

For a brief moment you pretend like it's all okay, because for a second it kinda feels like it is. Your hands are quick to remove her dress, eyes widening as soon as you're blessed with the sight of her gorgeous, voluptuous breasts, perfectly ready to be marked up.

Natasha's breasts to you are the equivalent of your thighs to her, and the redhead is more than aware of this as she plans to tease you. Hands groping at the easily moldable skin, pressing them up and tracing her calloused fingers over her nipples in an enticing manner, drawing a needy whimper from her own lips, and driving you absolutely crazy.

"Hands off!" You warn, gripping her wrists to throw her arms to the side of her body before leaning down to harshly bite into the plush skin.

"Fuck..." She shrieks as the pain instantly sets in.

"That's the plan..." You cockily murmur over the pert nipple in your mouth, happily sucking upon it while your hand begins its descent.

Fingers lightly dancing across her smooth skin as they travel down her body, within a moments time she is squirming under your touch as you graze your fingers over her panty covered slit.

"Shit, you're fucking soaked through Natty..." You gasp, finding it rather shocking how aroused she actually is, a subtle hint to you that your lovers apparently been truly holding out on how rough she actually likes it.

While continuing to absolutely destroy her breasts, your fingers push her panties to the side, swiftly sliding into her with no resistance, stroking her walls as you slowly build her up. Natasha's chest heaves from beneath you as your lips work to leave no skin untouched, and skilled fingers continue their ministrations from down below. With every new bite to her skin you feel as her walls flutter around you.

"Just can't control yourself, mindless fucking whore that you are..."

You darkly laugh out over the extremely loud squelching noises that are coming from between your wife's widespread legs as she enthusiastically meets your thrusts, your fingers continuing to be sucked into her dripping cunt.

"You're just so fucking needy..."

"Mhm..." Natasha hums, far too lost in the pleasure of it all to realize what it is you're actually saying.

Her eyebrows furrow, mouth falling open as strangled moans leave her, it's apparent that she's nearing her climax by the way her walls continue to clench around your digits. Fingers scissoring from within, applying pleasurable pressure against her walls to finally push her over the edge, and for a fleeting moment you allow her to enjoy it. Thoroughly enjoying the way that your name repeatedly flies out of her mouth in between a choked melody of curses.

"...I can't fucking do this anymore..."

Finally, you whisper the words that have been painfully etched into your brain for months; the last thing she'd said to you before she left. Abruptly you pull your fingers out of her, leaving her high ruined, and her eyes snap open as the realization washes over her.

"Detka wait!" She whimpers, scrambling to her feet on shaky legs, attempting to reach you but you're somehow already halfway out the door.

Your mask nearly crumbles as you hear the desperation in her voice, and if you were to turn to face her you're certain you'll crumble.

Which is exactly why you keep your body turned away from her as you mutter out a cryptic little goodbye.

You'll break down when you get to Maria's...

"Laura's sort of expecting us in the morning, and when she asks why I'm not there please feel free to tell her that the supposed olive branch was nothing more than a rotting twig."

Natasha crumbles in on herself when the door slams shut, her foreseeable reality bleak, and the agony that she feels quickly consumes her. She really thought it was all going to be okay, she'd make love to you like no other time before, and take a step back from Avenging, but it appears she was too late. Her sobs only seeming to increase the more she thinks about what a life without you would look like.

After hours of unending sobbing she finally picks herself up off the ground, straightens herself out, then hops onto her motorbike for the long journey "home" without a single look back. Nothing more than the harsh winds there to dry her tears now...

Only one thought on her mind as she recklessly weaves through traffic; there's no such house that could ever be a home without you presently in it...

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My little love

Chapter 15

Pairing: Bucky x enhanced reader

Word count: 2.4k

Warning: fluff, little bit of sad Henry, ending with angst because you should know better by now

A/N: are y’all ready for this one? Also I realized that I’ve written Lottie’s personality similar to 40s Bucky and Henry’s personality similar to post hydra Bucky.

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Ch 14

There was nothing about this mission that you liked. Not the fifteen hour flight or getting off the jet and heading right into the fight or the fact that every time you’ve been away from Bucky something horrible happens. Add to that the fact you didn’t want to be away from the kids in the first place or that you couldn’t say goodbye because they were asleep. At least this mission wasn’t related to hydra.

You had everything you needed in a duffle by your feet. Bucky stood beside you by the door. His hands on your hips as he pulled you in closer to him. He kisses you softly, still half asleep.

“Remember the rules.” He says.

“Kick ass. Be careful. And come back home in one piece.” You repeat, chuckling softly as you say them.

“That’s right.”

“Give the kids kisses from me.”

Bucky perked up for a moment. “Do it yourself.”

A still sleepy Lottie walks into the living room. She was still rubbing the sleep out of her eyes. Her newly grown but still short hair sticking up at weird angles. She had on princess pajamas and was holding on to her teddy.

“Mama.” She sighs when she sees you in your uniform. You get down on one knee and open your arms for her. Lottie walks over to you and immediately rests her head on your chest and you stand.

“Hi my sweet Angel.” You peppered kisses on her forehead. “I’m gonna miss you so much.”

“And bubba?”

“Of course I’m gonna miss bubba.”

“And dada?”

“I’m really gonna miss dada.”

“And Steeb?” She giggled sleepily.

“Ok silly girl. I’ll miss Steve too. Love you sweet Angel.” You give her one last kiss before handing her over to Bucky and then you kiss him one last time too. “Give Henry-“

“Some hugs and kisses, I will. Now go before Nat comes up here and drags you to the jet.”

“Ok, bye. I love you.”

“I love you too.”

To say Henry was upset when he woke up a few hours later and discovered you were gone was an understatement. He had asked for you over and over again. It took a lot of cuddles, patience and convincing on Bucky’s part to get Henry to calm down. He thought you’d left for good and he wasn’t fully convinced that you would come back. That he wouldn’t see you again and that had put him on edge. After that he stayed close to Lottie and wouldn’t let her leave his sight.

“Hey bubs, wanna watch Toy Story?” Bucky asked from the doorway to Lottie’s room. Both kids were in there playing and Bucky couldn’t get Henry to come out.

“I want mama.”

“Mama home?” Lottie stopped what she was doing to look up hoping to spot you at the door.

“No, mama is not home yet. How about going outside?”

Henry shook his head and looked back down at the cars he was playing with. Bucky’s chest tightened looking at the sadness in his son’s eyes. Neither of you had really thought that he might be affected by the sudden absence of one of his parents. Bucky knew he couldn’t call you since you were on a no contact mission.

“I’ll be right back and then we’ll do something fun.” Bucky was on a mission of his own now. He’d have to cheer up his son alone. Better yet with the help of a few uncles.

About an hour later the Barnes trio were dressed in their swimsuits. Bucky wore a plain gray t-shirt and black swim trunks, Henry wore a white t-shirt with some multicolored striped swim trunks and leading the pack was Lottie. She wore a white and light blue pinstriped one piece suit with big multicolored polka dots that kind of matched Henry’s trunks. She also wore pink framed sunglasses even if they weren’t leaving the building and some jean shorts. The flip flops she wore smacked against the floor with every step she took getting the attention of any passing agent or trainee. She definitely had the most outgoing personality out of the three because she waved and smiled back at everyone.

Once they finally got to the compound’s pool, Steve and Sam were there waiting. They had been out when Bucky had texted and now they had all kinds of pool games and floaties for the kids to use. Lottie rushed into Steve’s arms before giving Sam his own hug while Henry stayed close to Bucky.

“Alright bubs, what do you think?”

Henry just shrugged his shoulders. Bucky got down on one knee so that he could be eye level with his son.

“Tell me what’s going on?”

“I miss mama.” Henry whispered.

“I know you’re sad mom isn’t here and I know she misses you too. But she’s only going to be gone for a little bit longer and then she’ll be back and I’m sure she’s going to give you all of the cuddles and kisses she’s missed.”

“So she didn’t leave because of me?”

“Is that what you think Henry? That mom left because of you?”

Henry nods and looks at the floor.

“She didn’t leave because of you. She left because she had a mission. There are people that are being hurt by bad guys and she wants to help them. But she’s going to come back real soon so why don’t we go play in the pool and that way you have something to tell her about?”

“Ok.” Henry smiles for the first time that day.

“Ok.” Bucky looks over to where Sam, Lottie and Steve were at then looks back at his son. “Seems like Uncle Steve and Uncle Sam bought some toys. Wanna go check them out?”

Henry nodded with a new sense of excitement and grabbed Bucky’s hand. He ran in the direction of his uncles and sister. It didn’t take long for the five of them to get into the pool. Lottie opted to lounge on a unicorn floatie that Steve kept close to him. It was no real shock that Henry could swim but Bucky decided not to think about how he was trained. He was a fast swimmer too. After warming up to the idea of being in the pool he actually started to enjoy himself. Henry also started to have conversations and games with Sam and Steve. It was the first time he willingly interacted with anyone other than you, Bucky or Lottie.

After a while Lottie also went into the water and although she couldn’t swim she was having the time of her life. She especially loved to hold on to Sam while he bobbed around the pool. He would hold her out at arms length and let her kick around. Bucky made sure to take plenty of pictures and videos for you. Especially of Henry just laughing and having fun.

After a few hours of swimming Bucky got the kids up to the apartment to shower and change into something comfortable.

“What do we do now?” Henry asked as he sat on the couch and pulled Lottie to his side.

“Well Uncle Sam is bringing dinner and we can watch a movie after.”

“Or we can make your mama a surprise.” Steve adds and Henry smiles at that.

“What kind of surprise?”

“What if we paint something for her? I bet she’d love that.”

“Can we daddy?”

“Yeah bubs, you guys can do that but after dinner.”

“Ok.” Henry said and settled down, both him and Lottie fell asleep quickly while cuddled up on the couch.

Bucky made sure to take a picture of that too.

“Daddy?” Henry’s fear riddled voice filled the quiet of your shared bedroom with Bucky. He sat up quickly ready to attack whoever was there.

“Henry? Bub what’s wrong?” He asked once he realized it was only his son and a sleepy Charlotte at the door. “Did you have a bad dream?”

“No, baby did.” he sniffled. “But she cried and it scareded me. Can we stay here?”

“Of course bub come on.”

Henry walked further into the room and picked Lottie up to place her on the bed. She crawled closer to Bucky and plopped down on the pillow. Her cheeks and lashes were still wet with tears. Henry however rounded the bed to Bucky’s side and waited until Bucky picked him up.

“Did it upset you to see her cry?”

“Yeah. I don’t like to see her sad.” Henry said as he leaned into Bucky’s chest. Lottie decided to snuggle into his side.

Although they were in his room because they were sad, nothing made Bucky happier than knowing his kids felt safe with him. The only thing that could make it better would be having you there. But just like the kids he would have to wait until you came back.

The mission had been a complete failure. The information you had been given was in fact a half truth that Shield didn’t have time to verify. It left you, Nat and Thor walking in blind and being ambushed. The reason for the surprise attack was still unknown but you were furious. All you wanted was to go home, shower and take a nap.

Once the jet landed you were the first one off the jet and informing Fury that you would debrief whenever you felt like it. The apartment was quiet and you were surprised that no one was still awake. You checked the kids room and it was empty and for just a moment you felt like you couldn’t breathe. A sigh of relief left your lips when you opened your bedroom door to find Lottie in your spot and Henry sleeping on top of an also sleeping Bucky. His eyes flutter open and he looks right at you. A smile forms on Bucky’s lips and you make your way to his side of the bed.

“Good morning.” You whisper before you kiss him quickly.

“Morning.”

Henry stirred against Bucky’s chest.

“Is mama home?” He asked while keeping his eyes closed.

“I am, sweet boy. And I missed you so much.”

Your voice was enough to wake him up. He looked up at you and smiled. You leaned down and kissed his forehead before nuzzling your nose against his cheek. Henry shuffled off of Bucky and wrapped his arms around your midsection and squeezed before you were able to stop him. You gasped from the pain to your ribs and Henry tensed and let go of you.

“Mama?” He asked, fear evident in his voice. “I’m sorry mama. I didn’t mean to hurt you.”

“It’s ok,” you took a few quick breaths until the pain subsided. “You didn’t know.” You take another breath. “A bad man hurt me, baby. Not you.”

“What happened?”

“Got kicked in the ribs. It’s nothing serious.”

“Are you sure?” Bucky looked at you with concern.

“Yeah-“

“Mama?” Lottie’s sleepy voice interrupts you.

“Good morning sweet Angel.”

Lottie sat up and smiled at you while rubbing the sleep away from her eyes.

“Mama home.”

“I am.” You walked around and leaned over into the bed and kissed her cheek. Her little arms wrap around your head and you feel her kiss your forehead.

“I’m going to take a shower really quickly and I’ll be out.”

“We’ll start breakfast, right Henry?”

He looked up at you still full of worry but then nodded.

“Lottie and I have a surprise for you.”

“Really?” You smile brightly at him. “Can I get a hint?”

Henry shakes his head and then smiles.

“Ok well then I’m going to shower and then I’ll be out for breakfast and my surprise.”

Henry was practically buzzing with excitement and he tugged on his father’s arm in order to go out and head to the kitchen. Lottie blinked owlishly at the door and then at you trying to figure out what to do next before she dived back into bed.

“Night night mama.”

You laughed as she moved around and found a comfortable position. After giving her one more quick kiss you head to the bathroom.

You peel off your uniform, it was disgusting from sweat. The kick to the ribs was hurting more now that you had removed the Kevlar. A wave of nausea hits you immediately and the room begins to spin. After taking a few breaths you look at yourself in the mirror and gasp. There in the area where you had been kicked was a circular imprint on your skin. There was also some type of liquid that spread out from the imprint. Whatever it was, was spreading fast, the color was a stark contrast against your skin so there was no way you could miss it. The closer it got to your lung the more difficulty you had breathing and you were trying not to panic.

You felt consciousness slipping away from you and in your last few seconds you called out a 911 to Friday. Then you slipped and fell to the floor of the bathroom.

“Why is mama taking so long? Can I go get her?” Henry asked from his chair at the table.

“Give her some time bubs. She just wants to relax a bit.”

There’s a pounding on the door of the apartment enough to startle Bucky and Henry. Lottie walks out crying from the bedroom at the same time.

“Mama.” She cried out and Bucky’s heart almost beat out of his chest.

There’s another furious knock at the door before it opens and Bucky is quickly grabbing a knife to defend his kids with.

“Y/N? Are you here?” Ivy, one of the nurses from the medbay, calls out. “Y/N?”

Bucky puts the knife down and heads to the living room while Henry comforts Lottie. Both of them walk back into your bedroom.

“Ivy what’s wrong?” Bucky asks as he sees the team behind her.

“We got a 911 from Friday.”

“Daddy it’s mama.” Henry yells. “She’s on the floor.”

Bucky leaves the living room and heads toward the ensuite with Ivy following. He finds you just as Henry said, on the floor and you’re unconscious. Ivy pushes past him and Bucky has just a second to grab both kids before the rest of the medical team rushes in.

The three of them watch as the team works around you. With every passing second Bucky feels like his world is crumbling around him. What had happened and why hadn’t he noticed? Lottie whimpers into his shoulder and Henry holds on tighter to Bucky’s waist.

“I can barely get a pulse.” Ivy mutters. “We need to move her fast.” She says as they connect you to a portable heart monitor.

“We’re losing her.”

Ch 16

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aliypop · 1 month

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Return To Sender

Word Count: 2,155

Writers Note: Meet Cece's new soon-to-be friend Natalya Dyer who's totally not based off of my great friend @sissylittlefeather the Jerry in my life ....

Warning: Sexual content and Language

Pairing: POC OC x Elvis

Plot: It's 1968 and Natalya Dyer a divorcee and single mother is tasked to interview Elvis and Cecelia Presley at their humble mansion Graceland about their spicy relationship only to learn more about them as people.

Chapter 2

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Memphis August 1968

" I think that's all of it, ma’am." One of the movers said, placing the last box in her home, the biting smell of her cigarette flooding the room as she took a deep breath. Her long dark brown hair was unraveling from its beehive. She sat down. Her son Jericho would be home any minute to tell her about his first day at school. Of course, she knew that if it was one thing a mother needed was mai tai, some music, and a nice relaxing day,

BRRRING!

BRRRRING!

BRRRRRRING!

"Damnit. Who's calling me now..." She groaned, walking towards her teal rotary phone, "Natalya Dyer speaking,

" Who's this?" Holding her cigarette in the other hand as she waited for the voice to speak,

"Nat, how's everything in Memphis." It was her boss, Mrs. Moon, of the juicy gossip magazine Moon and Sun. "It's not California." Natalya smiled, her radio playing softly in the background as she took a deep drag of her cigarette. It wasn't that she didn't like her job. She knew she was destined for great things, like being an author or owning a company. But Natalya might have started considering a new job based on her thoughts about being destined for her boss's words to her,

"Well, that's great hun. Listen, we want the juicy gossip between Hollywood's greatest couple."

"Sharon Tate and Roman Polanski?"

"No, Elvis and Cecelia Presley." Natalya knew that the magazine was known as a crummy rumor and sex magazine amongst the stars, but she couldn't help but feel a twinge of curiosity. Was there anything to report? "Alright, Mrs. Moon, any leads?"

"Nope, I'm just your messenger today. You've got to do the rest of the work." Although she had been considering a new job, the twinge of curiosity seemed to have won her over, and it looked like she'd be doing the rest of the work to get the scoop on the couple.

"Mama!! Mama!!!"

"Well, Tata dear." Mrs. Moon hung up, and as she did, Natalya put all her attention on her blonde-haired blue-eyed son. "Hey, Jer-Bear, how was school!" Natalya asked as he hugged his mother,

"It was good. I made lots of friends, and I think two of them are related to the Presleys."

"That's good," Natalya smiled as she then zoned back into what he just said,

"Why's that honey?"

"Well... One's got blue eyes and dark hair."

"Every white boy who's got dark hair and blue eyes isn't a-"

"And his last name is Presley, and his sister asked if we could come over tonight for dinner!" Would it be this simple for her to get this job done? She wondered to herself,

"Did they give you a number?" She asked. Natalya had hoped these kids weren't playing a cruel joke on her son, but then again one could never know for sure.

"They did!" Jericho smiled, handing her a piece of a cupcake wrapper with writing on it. Although, it was weird, as a journalist. She's handled much worse. Natalya dialed the number as she waited. This couldn't be real, she was calling the house of the world's favorite stars, it had to be a-

"Hello, Elvis Presley speaking?"

"Prank..." She mumbled. "I-I mean, uh, Hi!, I'm Natalya Dyer, and my son, I believe, befriended your children?" She said, trying to remain calm. She was talking to Elvis! A man whose movies she's watched religiously! A man, who she's had posters of!

"Mhmm, One moment." Elvis looked at his son Jesse as he looked up at his dad, "Did you invite a friend over?" He asked as Jesse nodded,

"Was I not supposed to..."

"Buddy, you gotta ask me and your mama first." He ruffled up his dark hair,

"Oh..."

"Can he still come over?" Elaine began to bat her eyes as Elvis smiled, bending to his daughter's will, "Oh alright," He winked, "Uh, Mrs. Dyer, ya still there?"

"Mhmm..." She nodded trying not to scream,

"Could you come by say 4:30? My wife should be home then," Sometimes it did indeed pay to have a kid, Natalya thought, "Of course, we'll leave now." Natalya hung up as Jericho came back down,

"Can we go!"

"Mhmm!" Bringing her notepad and a pen, she got her keys and her son and took off. Driving down from her house on Audubon to Graceland was beautiful. There were trees and long stretches of land, a beautiful rustic feel that was different from California and different from her messy life. As she was driving down towards the house, she saw a 68 pink Mustang cruise beside her, as she looked over to see who it was. Her eyes caught a glimpse of who she thought was. "Cecelia Presley?" She mumbled but then shrugged. Maybe it wasn't her, and she was getting herself a little too excited.

"Mama, look!" Jericho pointed towards the gates as he grinned,

"Holy shit..." Natalya gasped driving toward the driveway, "Excuse me Ms. may I help you." There was a man at the gate with brown shaggy hair and a warm smile,

"Natalya Dyer," She smiled as Jericho waved at the man, "Come in, E and C are expecting you." Driving up the driveway. She saw a woman with jeans on and her shirt tied standing next to her pink Mustang,

"El!" Cecelia smiled, "Oh! Hi!" She turned to face,

"Uh... Natalya Dyer." She stuck her hand out as Cecelia stole a glance at her. She was beautiful and built like Sophia Loren,

"Nice to meet you, and who's this little cutie!"

"JERICHO!!!" Jesse ran out of the house, Jericho hugged his friend as Natalya laughed,

"My son,"

"Well come on in, can I get you anything to drink?" Cecelia asked as Natalya nodded,

"Got anything to make a Mai Tai?"

"Rough day?"

"Just moved in today..." Natalya shook her head, She watched as Cecelia made her drink and smiled,

"Where from?"

"California, though I'm from Tulsa Oklahoma." She mentioned as Cecelia snickered, Natalya didn't find it funny until she remembered whose house she was in.

"Is there a Mr. Dyer?"

"No...No... I'm going through a messy divorce. It's just my son and I living in Audubon." Natalya shrugged,

"Say, uh, I don't wanna make things weird, but,"

"You wanna interview Elvis and me?"

"How'd you know?"

"The pen and pad in your pocket."

"Touche..." She laughed as Cecelia smirked,

"Mama, can I have a fancy drink too!" Natalya heard a small voice say as she looked down and saw a little girl who looked like Cecelia. "Of course, sweetheart." She made her a mocktail and sent her on her way,

"That's our daughter Elaine."

"She's beautiful,"

"She's a minute younger than her brother,"

"Cece is that you?"

"In the kitchen!" She shouted back,

"Is that..."

"Mhmm, in the TV room, " The two walked down as Cecelia led her down the stairs, Elvis had been watching Football, the news, and a game show. He hadn't been wearing anything too spectacular except for his wedding band, but for once he looked like a normal guy,

"Whatcha watching..." Cecelia asked, her arms around his shoulder as he kissed her hand, "My damn teams losin again." He huffed as she shook her head,

"What about you how was your day?"

"Stressful, but enough about that..." He kissed her nose as she blushed, "We have a guest, Ms. Dyer,"

"We spoke on the phone," He got up and introduced himself to her, "Lovely home!" She squeaked,

"She just moved to Audubon Drive today?"

"I used to live there, it's a nice suburb if you don't hang your laundry on a clothesline," He grumbled,

"Explain's the price for it." she mumbled, "Well don't be a stranger Nat come sit, turn the TV onto whatever you watch!" Elvis smiled and she felt warm inside, like he was a familiar friend,

"May I interview you two for Moon and Sun Magazine?" Natalya asked as Elvis shrugged,

"Don't see why not," He responded as Cecelia sat next to him.

"Alright, I warn you... These questions are a bit uh... raunchy cause Moon and Sun, like that kind of thing,"

"Shoot." Elvis winked,

"Alright, uh... What's your favorite time of day t-to," Natalya couldn't believe she was going to ask her two favorite artists this question, but here she was,

"To what?" Elvis asked, his eyebrow quirking up, he couldn't lie and say he didn't read Moon and Sun magazine, it was one of the many things that kept the spice in his life going.

"To have sex...", She got quiet as Elvis and Cecelia paused, the couple thinking for a while as Natalya gulped,

"I-I don't know, Cil and I are like rabbits sometimes ya know." Elvis laughed as Cecelia blushed, "I'd say early mornin, it's something about hearing the birds chirp that makes it romantic." She grinned as Natalya wrote their answers down,

"I agree." Elvis winked,

"And why's that?"

"Well, it's when it's just us and the early morning glow on her skin. It makes her look like a goddess." Elvis mentioned as he shrugged, Natalya nodded, she could remember when her husband was romantic like that, "Get as dirty as you want hun," Cecelia poured a glass of Fanta Orange,

"You sure?"

"You want people to buy this don't'cha," Elvis smirked as Natalya nodded,

"So what was it like the first time you two fucked," Natalya asked as Elvis lit up a cigarillo, "Mind lighting my cig?" She asked as Elvis leaned to light it.

"It was bad," Cecelia giggled,

"You said it was good." He playfully glared at her as Natalya watched them, "Well, it was good then, I mean we were 20 and it was on a tour bus, which is hot, but."

"Not romantic," Natalya added as they both nodded, "We were so awkward, Couldn't look him in the eye." Cecelia laughed,

"I see, I see, so speaking of that how big is it..." Natalya asked as Cecelia smirked, "Now we're talkin," Elvis went red as he coughed, "I'll be outside by the door..." He smiled,

"So... Is the king packing a scepter..."

"Mhmm... Think a Cola bottle and a quarter," Cecelia smirked, Natayla gasped,

"And you take all of it..."

"Mhmm."

"So... did you like suck it the first time or,"

"Second time, and..."

"It was the best damn head I ever had." He walked back in,

"Glad to see you're back. Cause, I got a question for you."

"Alright."

"Did you go muff diving?" She smirked, "I mean it is all the rage now,"

"Course I did," He smirked, "Always do, she got me used to it, "

"I did?" Cecelia blushed, as he winked, Natayla liked the conversation she was stirring, but she wanted to know more, something that wasn't so sexual,

"Say, tell me about that Christmas Special coming up?"

"Well, I should let Cece tell you that, I'm just the singer, for singer, but Cece directed it." He gave her praise as he kissed her, "Correction second unit director, Binder directed it, and if I must add, without my help, it would have been shit..."

"Tell me more," Natalya realized she was interviewing the wrong person really, "I mean as a woman, and of color that had to be tough," She sighed,

"Well Binders team and my team had a vision, and that vision was Elvis, nothing less nothing more." Cecelia looked at her husband as he kissed her cheek, "Not to mention while taking care of the kids." Elvis chuckled, "But this woman here, is amazin, she won't talk about herself, but I will, My wife put that damn show so ahead on its train tracks all I had to worry about was what location and what outfit, she's a genius she's an icon and she's my hero." He looked into her eyes as Natalya's heart yearned for what they had, "I did nothing except organize and yell action," Cecelia joked, " I mean am I force not to fuck with yeah, but I'm a wife and a mother and-"

"And an amazin artist and songwriter and writer, and guitar player," He turned to Natalya,

"Man, I wish I had my magazine... I'd cover stories like this you know."

"Then come up with a business proposal and we'll make it happen."

"I..."

"She means it," Elvis winked,

"You'd do that for me?" Natayla asked, "I mean you two barely know me and-"

"Nat, you're good people, I've never seen our sun that excited unless his grandpa's grillin'"Elvis chuckled,

"Hey C where's the band-aid's"

"I'll show you." Natalya looked up and she saw him, the guy from the gate, her brown eyes meeting soft gentle blue ones,

"Actually, Elvis you wanna come with me..."

"Hmm?" Cecelia nudged him, he then looked between the two, "Oh... Oh! " He took his wife by the hands as they left,

"Jerry Schilling..."

"Natalya Dyer."

Do you think I should make a part 2? LET ME KNOW?

#oc #fanfiction #new stuff #new #romance #elvis presley #elvis fanfiction #elvis x oc #introducing a new oc #cecelia valmos #60s elvis #Natalya dyer #68 comeback special

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wifeofnatasharomanoff · 1 year

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Chicks & Candy

SERIES MASTERLIST

WARNINGS: pregnant!reader, a slight misunderstanding, fluffy fluff, flirty wives ofc, not smut but a little soft/steamy make-out sesh

WORDS: 1,104

PAIRING: Natasha Romanoff x f!Reader

A/N: felt #emo while writing this oopsies !!😹😹😹

Sure, you had your reasons to be mad at her. You were pregnant and it was probably the hormones, but she still majorly fucked up with her innocent wording. On top of it, the summer heat always put you on a tightrope just waiting for you to fall, her accidental words just pushed you off of it.

She had come back home from a meeting at the Avengers tower and saw you waddling her way with Alex strolling behind you. “Hi darling!” you draped your arms on her shoulders, “hey you cute little chicken.” she smiled. Oh, how naive. She didn't mean for you to take it the wrong way. You furrowed your brows in confusion, “chicken?” oh God. She heard the change in your tone as you questioned her. “No– it's just that y'know you're like.. a mother chicken and– Alex, he just followed you like a little baby chicken. I–” you glare at her and move your arms off her shoulders, crossing them over your chest. “So, you're saying I look like a bird? A stubby bird with feathers that can't fly properly.” she was done for.

So here she is, contemplating her life decisions as she sat in the car parked in front of the house. “Mama why no home?” the toddler asked Natasha. “It's because.. mommy is upset at mama, buddy.” she huffed as she looked down at the candy in the shopping bag. Blue, green, red, and purple colors of fruit flavored hard candy. You mentioned craving jolly ranchers right before she left for the meeting, and here she is, hoping you forgive her little mistake over candy.

After a few minutes, she decided that you might have calmed down and she left the car with Alex. “Mommy I' home!” that dumb little– Nat, that's your son. Shut up. He padded through the hallway and snuck into your bedroom, “hi sweetie! Mommy missed you, c'mere.” he gave you a gummy grin and crawled into your arms. “Ugh, I hope this one is gonna be as chubby and cute as you.” you mumbled against his cheek as you squeezed him tightly. “I‐ can't breathe–” you let go of him and pinched his chubby little cheek. “Mommy! I' not a baby anymore. I' a big boy!” his complaints and huffs turn into giggles as you tickled him. “Babe?” you peered up at your wife at the doorway. Completely ignoring her presence out of pettiness, you continued tickling the toddler.

“Baby?” you chewed on your inner cheek as you attempted to ignore her once more. “Detka?” you couldn't hold in the laugh that escaped your mouth at her desperation for forgiveness. “What is it, Natty?” you finally met her eyes, “I'm.. sorry. For calling you a chicken.” she handed you a green apple flavored jolly rancher. “It's.. it's okay, darling.” you stifled a laugh as you popped the sweet candy into your mouth. “Alex, honey, there's some candy in the kitchen. Go get some buddy.” he gasped and jumped out of the bed, running towards the kitchen.

“Natasha.. you dirty little– close the door,” she smirked and shut the door close. “I'm sorry for being overly emotional.. I wasn't feeling this way when I was pregnant with Alex.” you spoke up as she sat in bed next to you. “It's okay, moya lyubov, don't apologize.” she grasped your hand and gave it a light squeeze. “I hope you know that Alex is.. distracted by a toy car set I left for him in the living room.” she whispered as her gaze flickered down to your lips. “mhm..?” you move over to her lap, “yeah.” she smiled as she nipped at your lips. You felt her tongue glide over your bottom lip, “you're so beautiful, detka..” she rasped as she pulled you in for a slow kiss, tasting the sweetness of the candy in your mouth.

“You think?” you mumbled against her mouth, “well why else would I have gotten you knocked up?” you roll your eyes and lightly punch her on the bicep. It did nothing considering her strength. “oh my God, do you always need to ruin cute moments, Tasha?” she whines as she pushes your body closer to hers, “is the moment back?” she said as her hand rested on your thigh, slowly creeping upwards. “Maybe..” the corners of your lips quirk up into a soft smile. “'Maybe'?” she snaked her arm behind your waist, pushing your breasts against her chest. A silent moan slipped past your lips, “Natasha..” she had a cocky grin on her face as she groped your breast through your clothes. “mm..” she cocked her head to the side and spoke up, “what about cute moments being ruined?” God, why is my wife so insufferable?

“Nat.” you gasped softly as she snuck her hand under your shirt. Well— her shirt that you for that, but she can't get upset at you for that, you being pregnant with her 2nd child is a good enough excuse. You let out a sigh of relief as her cold palm gently rubbed your stomach, soothing your overheated skin. “Does that feel okay? Am I hurting you?” she asks as she continues her gentle movements, “y-yeah.. it feels good, don't worry. Keep going.” you gripped onto her muscular shoulder as her other hand went up your bra. “Natasha.. darling, be gentle.” she peeked up at your face, understanding that she was touching your sensitive areas. “I will, babe, shhh..” she lightly kissed your neck, slowly sucking at your pulse point. You whimpered quietly as your grip on her shoulder tightened.

“Have I ever told you that you look sexy pregnant?” you groaned at her words, “yes, yes you have. My annoying, mood ruining, wife of mine.” she feigned a dramatic gasp, “I don't ruin the mood.” you scoffed. “Two years ago, when I was pregnant with Alex. It was hailing outside and—” you get cut off with a pair of lips over yours, “yeah, yeah, shut up.” she squeezed your waist and locked her lips with yours. Natasha, you bitch. I love you.

“Can someone play cars wif meeeeee?” you heard Alex from the other side of the door. “Nat. Go play cars with my cute little chicken.” you muttered against her lips. “Chicken? So you were pretending to be mad at me.” you giggle as you move off of her lap, “maybe I was, who knows? Now go give our son attention.” she chastely kissed you before leaving the bedroom. “I love you so much.” you smile, “I love you too.”

You wanted him back. Your cute, chubby little chicken.

#natasha romanoff x reader #natasha x reader #natasha x y/n #natasha x you #natasha romanoff #natasha romanov #natasha marvel #natasha romanoff x fem!reader #say yes to me

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delulu-with-wandanat · 9 months

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School is about to start soon and I'd like to think that Wanda and Nat are these cool moms who takes their kids to malls to shop for school supplies. However, Nat has zero patience for stuff like this and would rather wait in the food court but still goes cause she don't wanna be scolded by her wife lol. While Wanda lovessss picking things out. She's the type of mom that likes to match things and makes sure that all items are perfect for their kids.

Ohhhh okayy okaayy👀

(Parents Wandanat)

‘Mama’ Wanda x ‘Mom’ Natasha

(Natasha and Wanda are currently at the mall with their kids, buying school supplies. They do this every year as the kids enjoy picking out their school items and Wanda loves helping them choose. Nat however prefers to wait at the food court.)

“No.”

“Honey, please? I’m not good with this stuff you know-“

Wanda gave Nat her signature glare, eyes glowing red.

“-Know how much I enjoy this honey! Hehe” Suddenly their little girl, Alianova, runs up to Wanda holding up two pencil cases.

“Mama, which one is better?” Wanda bent down to her daughter’s level with a smile.

“How about this one? It matches your water bottle!” The little girl nodded enthusiastically and put the item in the cart. Natasha watches the scene fondly, she was glad that she was here instead of the food court.

Their son, Pietro, secretly tried to put a lego set into their cart. Wanda noticed and crossed her arm. “Young man, we’re here to buy school supplies. Not toys.”

“Mama, pleaseee? Just one!” The younger twin pleaded to his moms.

“Pietro, don’t get distracted.” Natasha looked at the lego set and picked it up. “Oh, no way! This would match the last lego set I bought you last month-“

Wanda gave her signature glare again.

“Put this back where you found it.”

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All That Matters

Natasha Romanoff x Female Reader

Natasha and her daughter have a disagreement, but there’s nothing they can’t work out.

Note: A little mama Nat angst, but I promise it doesn’t end sad! Enjoy this one!

Natasha Romanoff Masterlist 1, Natasha Romanoff Masterlist 2, Main Masterlist

When Natasha gets home from picking the kids up from school, you know something is off.

Your son shuffles in with an apologetic smile and his little sister on his hip. Your oldest daughter soon follows with not so much as a tiny glance at you as she walks up the stairs.

Natasha enters the house last and shuts the door a little too loudly.

“Everything okay, babe?” You ask her.

“No,” she replies quickly.

You stand up from your chair and walk towards your wife. You can see the weight she carries on her shoulders. Wrapping her in a hug, you don’t feel her hugging back.

That’s never a good sign.

“What happened?” You ask.

Natasha sighs. You let go of her and pull back to look into her eyes.

“Can we just talk later?” Nat asks. Her voice is distant. It breaks your heart.

“Yes, of course, baby. Go for a run or do whatever you need to feel better,” you say.

With that, Nat disappears into the bedroom. You get back to work for another hour or so before you start dinner.

You don’t see Natasha again even once you call everyone for dinner. As you suspected, you check her location and she’s not in the house.

“Where’s Mama?” Your young, innocent daughter asks.

“She had to go into work,” you lie. “We’ll save her some dinner.”

“Does she even like spaghetti?” Your son asks.

“Everyone likes spaghetti,” you reply, causing him to chuckle.

Your oldest daughter remains emotionless at the conversation. She won’t look you in the eye.

“Ali, how was your day today?” You try to get her to speak.

“Fine,” comes her quick reply. She doesn’t look at you, but instead stares down at her plate.

“Can you look at me when I speak to you?” You ask her.

She lifts her eyes up and you see they’re full of tears. You stand up and move next to her.

“Ali,” you say softly. “What’s wrong?”

She stands abruptly and storms out of the kitchen. You hear her door shut upstairs.

“Alright, Ivan, I need you to tell me what happened with Ali and Mama,” you say to your son.

“I don’t know much, but when I got in the car Ali and Mama were arguing about something,” Ivan explains. “It ended with then both saying some hurtful things about each other.”

“Okay,” you say. Not that helpful but a little more information. “Thank you.”

You finish dinner and get Belle tucked into bed. Ivan promises not to stay up too late playing video games, so you leave him be.

You contemplate knocking on Ali’s door but you really want to talk to Natasha first. She’s still not home, so you call her phone.

“Hey,” she answers.

“Hey Natasha. Where are you? Are you coming home?” You ask her.

“I don’t know,” she says.

“What?”

“Maybe I shouldn’t come home,” Nat says.

“Why would you not come home?” You ask.

During the time it takes her to respond, you get on your laptop and track down her phone. She’s at the avenger’s compound.

“You’re better off without me,” Nat says. “The kids are.”

“Hey, you know that’s not true. Natasha, please-“

“I’m sorry, y/n,” Natasha interrupts. She hangs up the phone.

You have to go talk to her. So, you gather your things and tell Ivan he’s in charge. Belle should stay asleep and Ali hasn’t left her room still.

On the drive to the compound, you think about all of things Natasha and Ali could’ve said to each other. You pull into the drive quickly and rush inside.

Clint is standing outside of the training room door when you arrive. He won’t let you in.

“I know she’s in there, Barton. I need to talk to her,” you say.

“She’s not okay right now, y/n,” Clint says.

“I know. That’s why I need to see her. Now are you going to make me tackle you or will you get out of my way?”

The tone of your voice makes Clint step back. You enter the training room and find Natasha at the punching bags.

“Natasha,” you say to get her attention. “We have to talk.”

“No we don’t,” she says, hitting the bag between every word.

“Can you please tell me what happened? Ali stormed upstairs during dinner in tears. Ivan said you and Ali were fighting,” you say. “What about?”

Natasha stops punching the bag and looks at you. Her resolve breaks and she falls to her knees. You watch as she sobs, finally letting herself feel the hurt.

You give her a moment, knowing she doesn’t like to be held immediately when she’s upset. She’s always had to self soothe, but she slowly lets you in. Lets you help.

Nat reaches her hand out for you and you take it in yours. You kneel on the ground in front of her to get on her level. You brush a loose strand from her braid behind her ear and softly rub your thumb over her cheek.

“I’m here,” you say.

“She knows everything,” Natasha says.

“What do you mean by everything?”

“Some kids at school find out about my history,” Nat says. “Not my avenging, but my not so great history. And I guess they confronted Ali about it. She was blindsided.”

“Nat, hey it’s okay. You know you didn’t have a choice,” you remind her. “None of that was your decision.”

“She doesn’t see it that way. And even if she did, I still did all of those things. So now her classmates get to talk shit about it,” Nat vents.

“We’ll stop them.”

“What’s the use?” Nat asks. “They already know. Who did I think I was thinking that I could get away from my past?”

You shake your head at that.

“No, Natasha. You don’t need to do this. Don’t blame yourself for the fact that these kids were mean to Ali,” you say. “What did she say to you?”

Natasha takes a moment to collect herself. It hurts to remember.

“She said I was a liar and a fraud,” Nat says. You gasp and Nat nods. It’s true. “And I tried to explain to her that we chose not to tell her for her own good, but she wouldn’t listen. Maybe it wasn’t the right choice.”

“I’m so sorry, Natasha. I really thought we made the right decision,” you say.

“I did too.”

You let silence linger for a moment. You knew that the kids finding out about her assassin past was always a fear of Natasha’s. It’s a nightmare coming true for her.

“Ivan said you both said hurtful things at the end of the argument,” you recall. “Does that have to do with why you’re here upset and she’s at home upset?”

Nat nods. You see regret flash through her eyes.

“She said that I’m not her real mom,” Natasha says.

“What?” You ask in shock. “Natasha, you’re her mom.”

“Not according to her,” she says. “You’re her mom, but I’m just an asshole who’s been lying to her her whole life.”

“God, Nat. I don’t know what to say. But you know that’s not true.”

“The asshole part might be true,” Nat says. “Because I told her that if she was so dead set on me not being her mother then I would leave.”

“Nat,” you scold her. “You can’t do that.”

“Why not?” She asks. There’s a hint of sarcasm to her voice. “You’re better off without a fucking assassin getting in the way of things.”

“You’re not an assassin anymore. You never were,” you say.

“I was.”

“You weren’t.”

“Yeah I-“

“Natasha! Stop it! You were forced to do a lot of things you didn’t want to do. But you were never an assassin. It was just your job. And now, you’re a hero. You’ve saved countless more lives than you’ve ever taken,” you say. “Do you hear me, Natasha Romanoff? Don’t you dare reduce yourself to being someone that you never even were.”

Natasha nods. You’re both overcome with emotion and cry together. She lets you hold her this time. You don’t let her go.

“We need to get home to the kids,” you say.

“Okay,” Nat agrees.

You drive back to the house in your car, opting to leave Nat’s motorcycle at the compound.

The house is quiet when you get home. Nat goes toward the bedroom but you grab her hand before she can get too far away.

“Go talk to her,” you say. Nat pouts. “You won’t sleep until you do.”

“Why must you always be right?” She asks.

“It’s a gift,” you joke. “Let me know if you need me.”

Natasha nods and kisses your lips softly. She takes a deep breath and goes upstairs. She knocks on Ali’s door and opens it when she hears permission given.

“Hey Ali,” Nat says.

She walks in and sits on the edge of her bed. The teenage girl rests against her headboard.

“You know sometimes I imagine what it would have been like to be a normal teenager,” Natasha says. Ali’s attention is piqued. “To go to high school, have some friends, run around town, and get into trouble with boys or girls.”

Nat turns her head to look at Ali. The girl is hanging onto her words even though she’s upset about what happened.

“And you get to do that. We wanted you to get to do that,” Nat continues. “And I know that got fucked up today. I’m truly sorry. But you have to understand that I only- we only- keep that from you to protect you.”

Ali speaks now, “I understand that, Mama. But you don’t know how shitty was to find out about my mom’s assassin past in class in front of all of my friends.”

“No, I don’t know,” Nat says. “Tell me how shitty it was.”

“I just wanted to cry,” Ali explains. “And I was angry, so I hurt you.”

“Yeah, you did hurt me. And I hurt you.”

“I didn’t mean to.”

“Me either, malyshka,” Nat says.

Ali’s eyes fill with tears at the heaviness of the conversation. She never wanted to truly hurt her mother. She loves her more than anyone in the world, even you you’re pretty sure.

Nat doesn’t say anything but she shifts to sit next to Ali against the headboard. The teenager immediately falls into her mama’s arms. They both cry.

“I’m not going anywhere,” Natasha says, rubbing her back softly as Ali cries in her arms.

“I’m sorry, Mama. I’m so sorry,” Ali chokes out through her tears. “I love you so much.”

“I love you too, sweetheart.”

Nat continues to hold her daughter until her tears have subsided. Ali keeps her head on Natasha’s shoulder even then.

“So, I’m sure you have some questions,” Natasha says.

“For right now, I just want to sit with you,” Ali replies.

“Okay. I can do that. But if you ever want to know anything, I’ll tell you,” Nat says. “I don’t ever want you to be blindsided again.”

“Thank you, Mama. You’re the best,” Ali says.

You come upstairs at just the right moment to hear those words. So you step into the room.

“I knew you liked her best,” you joke and the girls laugh.

“I love you too, Mom. You’re also the best,” Ali says.

“Yay,” you say as you walk further into the bedroom.

“Everything okay?” You ask.

“Yeah, we’re good babe,” Nat says. “We’re just sitting together now if you want to join.”

You walk around the bed and sit on Ali’s other side. She takes your hand in hers. You kiss her forehead.

“I’m sorry for storming off earlier, Mom.”

“That’s alright, sweetie. You had some big feelings going on,” you say. “I love you. Both of you.”

“We love you too, Mom,” Natasha says. You chuckle.

It always makes you laugh when she calls you mom. It’s a habit from teaching your kids what to call you.

“And we love you, Mama,” you reply.

The three of you sit together and just enjoy each other’s company. One day Ali will ask for more information about Natasha’s past, but for now she’ll trust in what she knows about her mama.

She loves her and she takes care of her. Nothing else matters.

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Decorating the house

Natasha Romanoff x F Reader

Soft Nat

Summary The Romanoff’s decorate the house for the holidays

It was a cold day outside a perfect day to put up the tree and decorate it. “Babe can you get the decorations down from the attic?” you asked your wife. “Sure Nick come help me?” Nat asks. “Ok mama coming,” your son yelled from the other room. Nick and Nat went up to the attic getting the Christmas decorations. The two of them had to make a couple trips to get all of the decorations. “The decorations are in the living room,” Nick says.

Nat comes to the kitchen hugging you from behind, “my love we have way too many decorations it took us a couple trips to get ALL the decorations,” Nat complains. “Well love every year you find a couple more things to add so it’s your fault we have some many,” you say smirking. “Ok I get it,” Nat says. “Kids let’s put the tree up so then we can decorate it,” Nat yells out to the kids. Taila runs full speed to Nat. Nat bends down to Taila’s height catching her in her arms she stands up with Taila in her arm. “Hi princess you excited to decorate the tree?” she asks. “Yeah I’m excited mama,” she says excitedly. “Whoosh, whoosh you have arrived at your destination thank you for riding with Nick and Ali airlines,” Ali says. Nick and Ali put Andy down on the ground. Andy giggled and ran to you and you picked him up. “Ok everyone is here let’s go to the living room and put up the Christmas tree,” you say. Everyone heads to the living room. Nat helps put up the tree with the older kids well you turn on some Christmas music to get in the holiday spirit. You get the ornament bins and out of the boxes and set them on the table. The younger kids just sat on the couch playing rock paper scissors waiting to decorate the tree.

“I think the tress is up and ready to be decorated,” Nat says excitedly to the group. “Finally I was getting bored of playing rock paper scissors,” Andy complains. You all laugh at how impatient Andy is. “Remember be careful you don’t hurt yourself with the hooks when hanging up the ornaments,” you remind your younger kids. “Ok mom we know you tell us every year,” Taila says a little annoyed. “I know I just wanna make sure you guys know to be careful,” you say seriously. Nat and you move to the couch watching your kids decorate the tree. “Mama mom come help us decorate,” Ali says. “ ok we’re coming,” you say. You give Nat a quick kiss before you both head over to help decorate. “Ok it’s time to put the star on top Andy you ready?” you ask. “Yeah I’m ready,” he says excitedly. To hand him the star and Nat lifts him up he puts the star on top of the tree. “Great job my precious boy,” Nat praises. “Hey I thought I was your precious boy, Nick says offended.

“You are too so is Andy. You are all precious to me, Nat says. Nat puts Andy down and goes hugs Nick kissing his head. “Group hug,” Taila yells. You all get in a tiny circle hugging everyone. “I love you all so much,” you say. “We love you too mom,” everyone says at once. “Let’s turn on the lights,” Ali says. You go and turn off the lights in the living room. Ali turns on the Christmas lights. You all just admire the tree for awhile. Andy turns the lights back on. “Mom can we watch some Christmas movies tonight?” Ali asks. Sure why not let me just go get some snacks and drinks. Ali Nick can you help me get the snacks for the movies tonight?” you ask. “Sure mom,” Ali says. “Andy and I want to help too,” Taila says. “Ok than let’s go. Well me and the kids get snacks and drinks can you please put the Christmas ornament bins away mi amor?” you ask your wife. “Yes I will don’t you guys take long or I’ll be lonely without you guys,” Nat says. “We won’t love,” you say. Well you and the kids are busy Nat hangs up the mistletoe above the entrance to the living room. She also puts the ornament bins back in the boxes putting them in the attic.

The kids come to the living room with the snacks and drinks. You see Nat at the entrance of the living room, “you’re under the mistletoe Моя любовь (my love),” she says smirking. “That I am,” you say smiling softly. “You know what that means,” Nat says playfully. “Yes I do,” you say. Nat and you kiss until it gets interrupted by gagging noise. “Eww that’s disgusting,” Nick says. “I agree,” Ali says. The two of you laugh at your children’s dismay. You turn off the living room lights joining your family on the couch wrapped up in a big blanket. “What is this first movie we are watching,” Nat asks everyone. “Elf,” you and the kids say it at the same time. “Ok Elf it is,” Nat says putting it on. You loved the holidays getting to spend time with your family and friends. Nat loved it too maybe a bit more than you did.

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Hold On - Trying Again

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x Reader.

Summary: Things have been tough since you split from your wife, Natasha. Now wanting a fresh start elsewhere, Natasha sees what she’s truly losing. Is it too late for her to save what’s left of her family?

| Angst, light fluff | 3.3K | Warnings: None beside you and Nat have two children.

Translation: detka (baby), malenʹkiy prints (little prince), printsessa (princess), YA tebya lyublyu (I love you),

AC: This is my favourite chapter!

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Snow covered the open spaces of your property, the cars almost snowed in. The house was chilli, the windows covered in frost, The white covered tress giving the morning a magical feel. Cuddled up to your wife, Natasha, you wondered how long it would be until the kids came running into the cold bedroom in this warm PJs. The radio clock read 6:52 am, to your surprise the kids had slept in, unlike last year when they were already jumping all over you and Nat a little after 5am.

Your eyes were locked on the bedroom door as you waited patiently for the kids to burst in with their excitement. You felt Nat’s tighten her hold, pulling you closer to her slightly. “Merry Christmas, detka” she whispered in her morning voice. A smile creeped onto your lips as before you turned over to face her, your right hand cupping her face as you stroked her cheek with your thumb softly. “Merry Christmas my love” you replied.

Natasha’s eyes adjusted to being awake, she yawned and let go of you for a second to stretch, she’s never looked more beautiful to you than she did in the mornings when she’s had a good sleep. “The kids are still asleep?!” she said in a surprised tone, her warms wrapping around you once more, her body warmth keeping you toasty.

“I’ve been awake since 6 waiting for them to rush in” you replied with a small playful pout.

“Awe, is my baby more excited than the real babies?” Nat teased.

“You know Christmas is my favourite holiday” you chuckled. Natasha placed a soft kissed on your forehead, “maybe it’s too cold for them too” she points out. “Oh please, I had to bribe our son to wear a jacket yesterday!” reminding Natasha of the situation. Before Natasha could reply you heard the little footsteps of your children down the hall, “Shhh, listen” you gently covered Natasha’s lips with your hand. She smiled under your hand at your own excitement.

“Rwiley I can’t open the door!” you heard Sophie say in an attempt to whisper. You smiled wider and removed your hand from Nat’s lips. “Ready for a big day my love?” you quickly asked. “Always” Nat replied before the door swung open.

“MAMA!! MOMMY!!! SANTA AS BEEN!!” Sophie couldn’t keep her excitement in any longer as she ran over to the big bed, you pulled up on to the bed. Riley jumping on by your feet, “yeah Ma and Mom!! Come on!! Get up!! It’s CHRISTMAS!!! Riley jumped, almost screaming the word Christmas.

Natasha sat up and pulled her son into a big hug, “not until you give us our Christmas hugs!” she reminded the young boy. Sophie was quick to wrap her tiny arms around your neck and hug you the tightest she’s ever hugged anybody “Merwy Chwristmas mama” she said and kissed your cheek serval times, your heart feeling the natural warmth of being loved by your youngest. “Merry Christmas pumpkin” you smiled and placed a kiss on both of her little cheeks.

“Mom let me go!!” Riley giggled, Natasha giving him a tickle, “what are you too big now to hug your mothers?” Nat tickled him more, “Nooo!!” he laughed. The scene making you glad that things were going well with your family once again. Natasha stopped tickling the boy after he begged serval times in tears of laugher, “Merry Christmas my malenʹkiy prints” Natasha places a kiss on his forehead, releasing him from her hold. “Merry Christmas Mom” he hugged her tightly.

“My turn mommy!” Sophie jumped off your lap.

“Come here my little printsessa” Nat opened her arms once Riley moved slightly out of the way. Sophie jumping into her mother’s arms. Riley wiggled over to you and wrapped you into a tight hug. You smiled and hugged him tightly, “Merry Christmas Ma, I love you” he whispered. It’s been a long time since you heard those three little words come him his lips. You hugged him tighter, “I love you my big boy, Merry Christmas” you whispered back.

“Merwy Chwristmas mommy” Sophies little voice spoke to Natasha.

“Can we open the presents Santa left now? Please?” Riley begged with his hands together in a praying position. “How about we let Mama and Mommy make a coffee and turn the heater on first?” Nat suggested. Riley let out a playful groan, “fine! I’ll turn the heater on though!” he jumped off the bed and ran out of the room.

“Mommy there is this many prwesnts under the twree” Sophie looked at Nat, her arms opened as wide as her little arms allowed. “You cheeky little girl, did you have a peek?” Nat smiled while Sophie nodded without shame.

“THE HEATER IS ON!” Riley called loudly.

“That’s our que” you looked to Natasha with an excited smile. Nat chuckled, “go on mama, go make the coffee” she said knowing you were just as excited as the kids were. Seeing them rip open into their gifts will always be one of your favourite highlights of Christmas. With that, you got your slippers on and grabbed your Christmas robe and walked to the kitchen.

“And you my cheeky girl, can you go and put your slippers on? Don’t want your little toes to fall off, do we?”

“No mommy! Don’t be silly” Sophie giggle as Natasha placed her on the floor, she ran to her room and did as asked by her mother.

Once you and Natasha had a warm mug of coffee in your hands, the living room was filled with pure excitement as Riley and Sophie sat on the floor by the tree patiently waiting for their mothers to join them.

“Go on my little munchkins” you gave them the all clear to start. You sat on the sofa next to Natasha, her free arm wrapped around you as the kids started throwing wrapping paper everywhere. Natasha watched how happy you were, “you’re so beautiful” she whispered, catching you off guard, you leant over and placed a kiss on her lips, “you’re beautiful my love” you told her.

“NO WAY!!” Riley called, “MA MOM LOOK!!” He held up a basketball jersey of his favourite team, the Brooklyn Nets. “It even has my favourite player’s number!!! Thanks Santa!!” he added with a big smile and returned to opening the next gift.

“Soph, baby, why don’t you rip into that big present” Nat suggested. Riley gently placed any gift that read “To Sophie, love Santa” next to her as she was still learning to read.

“Okay mommy” she smiled before crawling over to the large gift.

“YES!!” Riley jumped, “a Brooklyn Nets hoodie!!” he added more so to himself. “Can I swear this today?” he looked at you and Natasha. “Of course, bug” you smiled.

“Mommy can you please help me?” Sophie turned back with begging eyes. Natasha smiled and handed you her coffee to hold in the meantime. Nat picked Sophie up and helped her rip of the gift wrap that she was too short to reach. “What is it baby?” you asked her. She took a moment to look at the gift, her eyes lit up “It’s a doll house!!” she smiled widely. “Look Rwiley! Santa got me a doll house” she looked to her brother. “That’s so cool and big!” Riley replied.

Once the kids had finished opening all gifts that we labelled “From Santa” it was time you and Natasha gave them the gifts that were labelled from you both. Most the gifts were new books, some arts and craft stuff and little things that made them excited.

“Now, this present is for the both of you” Natasha said before handing them a cylinder-shaped gift. “Open it together” she adds. Riley was nice enough and allowed Sophie to do most of the ripping. Once opened, Riley unrolled the big blue paper then looked up at you and Natasha confused. Sophie went back to playing with her new dolls.

“What is it?” he asked.

“That is a blueprint” Nat replied.

“A blueprint for what?”

“Do you remember when you asked Ma if you could have a tree house?”

“Yeah?”

“That’s you and your sister’s treehouse. Once the snow clears up and it’s not so cold what do you say about you and I building it?”

Riley’s face lit up with excitement once again, “really?!”

“Of course, but you have to remember it’s also for Soph as well”

“Thank you, mom and mama!” Riley jumped off the floor to hug you both, “I love it!” he adds.

“I’m glad baby” you smiled.

“Look Soph! we have a tree house” he returns to the floor to show his sister the blueprint. “I can’t wait to show Tommy, Billy and Nathaniel!” he adds.

“You guys can play with your new toys for a while, but we do have the whole family coming over today for Christmas lunch, so we need to clean up all this mess soon, okay?” Natasha spoke.

“Yes mom!” Riley replied. Sophie was in her own world, playing with her new toys.

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Christmas music played softly in the background as you started cooking the many dishes for lunch, the turkey was in the oven, the potatoes were coming to a boil, the vegetables were getting prepared for roasting, the gravy was put to the side to make closer to lunch, two large dining tables were set and ready – all that was left was to make a few side dishes and lay them out on the serving tables you’d set up.

Natasha was busy in Sophie’s room putting together her doll house, Riley was playing one of his new video games and you were sure that Sophie was doing her best to help her mommy build her new favourite toy. Rooster on the other hand, he sat by your feed cleaning up any scrapped food that fell to his watering mouth, at least that was one less mess you had to tidy you thought.

“AUNTIE LENA IS HERE!” Riley called from the living room after peeking out the window. “Can you unlock the front door please bug?” you called back, your entire focus was making sure lunch would be ready by the time the rest of the extended family arrived.

“Where are my favourite niece and nephew?!” Yelena’s thick Russian accent floated through the house. “Hi auntie Lena!” Riley turned his game off to hug her, “Merry Christmas!” he adds. “Merry Christmas, kid! Where’s your sister? I have gifts” she smiles. “She’s in her room with Mom, they are building her new doll house”

“HA! Natasha building a doll house, never would have thought” Yelena chuckles. “I’ll have you know she’s loving it” you smiled as you entered the living room, “Merry Christmas Yelena” you added before hugging her, even though she wasn’t fond of hugs you still made sure to let her know you loved her, she’s your sister-in-law. “Merry Christmas, Y/n” she replied after the hug.

“Auntie Le!!” Sophie came running. “There she is!” Yelena kneeled with open arms to hug her little niece. “Mommy is building my new doll house, come look” Sophie adds before taking Yelena’s hand, pulling her towards her bedroom.

“Can I help with lunch Ma?” Riley’s question took you by surprise as you turned to face him, “really?”

“Yeah, I mean, you’re making everything by yourself” he explains.

“I’d love for you to help; do you want me to show you how I make the mash potato you love so much?”

“Yes!!”

Once the potatoes had boiled, you drained the water and showed Riley how to mash them. He got excited with the idea of smashing something. “Make sure there are no lumps” you spoke as he used the masher.

“Soph’s doll house is all built” Nat said as her and Yelena walked into the large kitchen. “Well done” you smirked.

The whole team shortly arrived as you and Natasha were placing the freshly cooked food on the severing table. Wanda had brought along some pie she made, Pepper and Tony brought some home-made goodies as well as drinks.

“All this looks amazing you guys!” Laura complimented as everybody started to talk their seats. “Thank you, I just hope it taste near as good as it looks” you laughed.

“We don’t have this stuff in Asgard so I am sure it will be great!” Thor says in his deeper voice, surprised he came to Christmas dinner. Melina and Alexei arrived just in time for lunch, the kids jumping of their seats to greet their grandparents.

As you sat looking at the many people in your new home your eyes travelled to Natasha whose eyes were glowing, almost as if she was about to cry. She was happy, her entire family were here, the avengers, Melina, and Alexei, you and the kids, your family and friends, for the first time in many years this was a normal Christmas that Natasha wished for when she was younger and in Red Room. She caught you looking at her and smiled.

Scott was the first to ask if it was time to eat, not that you were surprised. “Of course, everybody dig in” you smiled. Everybody grabbed their plates and lined up to grab a serving of food. Natasha made sure to get Sophie a plate of her favourite things and placed it at the kids table for her. You waited for everybody to get their food before you did.

Once you seated, Tony stood him his hair and held his drink in the air. “I know some of us don’t believe in religion, but I think it’s safe to say we are all thankful to be here today” he starts, “Y/n and Natasha, thank you for hosting this Christmas lunch, it’s not often we all get to come together like this with our families and friends”

“Daddy sit down!” Morgan called, causing laughter to fill the room. “Well, I’ve been told” Tony chuckled, “I just wanted to say you are all family” he finishes before sitting back down. “Thank you, Tony, that was lovely” you smiled.

Lunch was filled with conversation and laughter, the kids got along perfectly, and the food was amazing. After lunch, there was more gift giving, Riley was quick to show the other boys the blueprint to the tree house and the new video games he got. Sophie had fallen asleep while sitting in Natasha’s lap, drool left Natasha’s shoulder damp. “Here, I’ll put her to bed” you suggested, and Natasha helped you take the three-year-old from her lap.

Lunch soon turned into dinner, everybody grabbing a fresh plate of leftovers from lunch, this was one of the longest time periods everybody was together without any treats from the outside world. After the success of today, you knew that Christmas was more important to you than ever before, it was now your own little mission to somehow bring everybody together like this again.

“Uncle Thor can I hold your Mjolnir? Please?” Riley asked.

“Are you strong enough for it little dude?”

Loki laughed at the interaction. “I’m really strong!” Riley argued.

“Alright then, be my guest” Thor says, placing the Mjolnir on the floor for Riley.

The young boy tried with all this strength and will, but the Mjolnir didn’t budge. “I don’t understand! Why won’t it move?” Riley asked after giving up. Thor went on to answer your son’s question which only upset him. “I’m not worthy?” he asks. Thor panicked and looked to Natasha for help, “No love, you are too worthy of it” she said which seemed to help. Riley soon returned to playing with the others, “you should really think about what you say to my son” Natasha joked to Thor.

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It was late, everybody had just left and now it was time for bed and clean up.

“Riley, honey, could you please go brush your teeth and get ready for bed” you pooped your head into his room as he put all his new gifts away. “Yes Ma” he smiled. You wandered into the living room where Natasha and Sophie were snuggled watching Ice Age, Sophie was exhausted after her nap, dinner, and an overall big day. “Babe, I’m going to start washing up” you said softly. “I’ll put Soph to bed when she’s asleep” Nat smiled at you.

You loaded the dishwasher with as many dishes as it would hold before filling the sink with warm water to hand wash the ones that didn’t fit.

“Ma, can you please tuck me in?” Riley came into the kitchen in his Christmas PJs.

“I sure can” you smiled, “come on” you added and followed him to his bedroom. He got into bed, you made sure he was tucked in and all snug before placing a kiss on his forehead. “Did you have a good day?” you asked him with a smile. “The best!” he replied.

“I’m glad, you were such a good boy and thank you for making sure Soph was included in your games”

“She’s my baby sister, she’s actually really cool”

“I’ll remember that in a few years” you chuckled. “Goodnight my love” you stood up from his bed. “Ma?”

“Yes bug?”

“I’m sorry I was so mean to you when Mom left”

The apology came out of nowhere, almost making you want to cry. “It’s okay bug, Mama should never have let Mommy leave” you kissed his cheek, “now get some sleep, I’ll make some pancakes in the morning” you added.

“Goodnight Ma, I love you” he said as you turned off his light. “I love you too bug” you smiled before closing his door.

Returning to the dishes and wrapping up the left-over food to place in the fridge, you soon felt Natasha’s arms wrap around you from behind “Hi you” you smiled, leaning into her hold. “Hi detka” she whispered, kissing your cheek, “leave the rest of the dishes for the morning, I’ll do them before you get up” she adds.

“If I do them now, they’ll be done and that’s one less mess to clean up tomorrow” you pointed out. “Very true but, I have your gift waiting”

“Natty, you already gave me my gift” you smiled.

“Not this one” she adds, “come on, come to the living room” she releases you from her hold. You gave in and followed her to the living room, there was a shoe box sized gift on the coffee table with your name on it. Natasha sat down on the sofa and waited for you to open the gift.

She watched as your brows slightly frowned once you opened the box. “I save every little thing we’ve done and shared over the years” she starts, “the receipt from our first date, the pamphlet from the jewellery store when I brought your engagement ring, the doctors letter confirming both pregnancies, I saved it all” she adds.

Tears filled your eyes as you looked through everything, years’ worth of memories and love, everything that was ever important to Natasha about your relationship lived in this box. “Natalia” you spoke softly. Nat slid off the sofa and sat next to you on the floor, placing her hands over yours. “I never want to lose you again, ever. You have given me everything I could ever need and more, you gave me a life I never thought was possible. If I ever lose you again, I couldn’t live with myself. Y/n, YA tebya lyublyu” she looked into your eyes. The tears that built up in yours finally released, streaming down your cheeks. “I love you so much my Natalia, I’m so glad I went to that stupid party all those years ago” you chuckled slightly, “I’m sorry for what I put you through” you added.

“Stop apologising detka, you did what you thought was right and it was because look at us now, stronger than ever” she wipes your tears. “Pain only makes us stronger, right?” you smiled softly, “right” she kisses your lips tenderly.

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