#natasha has a definite headache

[widowbitessting]

Baby It's Hot Outside - A Sugar Mommies Drabble

Word Count: 1729

Rating: General with fluffy scenes. SFW!

Summary: The One Where MJ cares for you.

Dom!Natasha Romanoff, Dom!Wanda Maximoff, Dom!Carol Danvers x Sub!Reader

You can’t open the door to your own apartment. It’s your first sign that the headache you’ve had for the past hour might be transforming into a migraine. And it sucks. Pain resonates behind your eyeballs and you have to squint to see where the stupid moving lock is so you can get inside. 

Has it always been so low down? Surely not.

The key finally does its job and you’re allowed inside your own apartment, near collapsing on the floor as you go. 

Definitely too hot today. Seriously too hot. 

It’s your own fault really; your classmate in all her wisdom kept offering you caffeine and you, in all of your wisdom, kept accepting. 

So now you're coming down from the copious amount of caffeine, mix that with the grand total of 0 litres of water you’ve had as well as the sheer heat of the day, and it’s no wonder you feel like your head is going to explode. 

Mistakes have definitely been made. 

You somehow manage to get to your sofa, falling onto the not so soft cushions face first. The sudden dark does a lot to sooth your eyes and you don’t know how long you stay like that, only shifting slightly to breathe, until MJ nb udges your leg with her foot.

“Two people live here, y’know. Move over.”

You don’t even try to form a coherent reply, moving your heavy body like she asks, wrapping yourself up into a ball. The shiver that wrecks through your body trembles the entire sofa and MJ doesn’t seem to notice. She clicks on Netflix and settles with her hot chocolate, completely unaware of your dying state beside her. 

She glances your way when your phone rings, looking at the picture of Wanda as it flashes up on your cell. You don’t even move, eyes squinting shut against the dim light of the living room. For you, they feel like spotlights. 

You shift uncomfortably on the sofa. 

Your phone pings a minute later; a text from Wanda, asking you to call her ASAP, she’s having an icecream emergency - aka: she wants ice cream but Natasha and Carol won’t allow her. 

You know she’s messaged in your group chat because your phone begins to after every few seconds.

Why didn’t you mute your phone? Why?

It doesn’t take long for MJ to let out a frustrated sigh and kick her feet so they’re under her. Her toes tickle your right foot, making you jerk and when you still don’t make a move to check your phone, MJ does it again.

“Dude, answer them or I’m throwing your cell out of the window.”

It takes all of your energy to move, and even then, you misjudge the end of the sofa and almost faceplant the floor. 

With trembling arms, you struggle to hold your upper body weight and here is where MJ finally takes pity on you.

“This is painful, move.”

She snatches your phone for you and goes to pass it when she finally registers your appearance. 

“Woah…you’re not about to die on me are you? I’d have three pissed off women on my case if you do.” 

You shudder. MJ throws your phone aside and lifts you up by your armpits, settling you back on your original position on the sofa. 

“Y/N? What’s wrong?”

You can only shake your head. 

“I know this isn’t the time to notice this but that medicated deodorant you’re using really works, you’re bone dry!” MJ lets out a nervous chuckle. “Laugh, Y/N/N. You always laugh at my crappy jokes…even if they are pitiful…get it?” 

You don’t even smile as a response and MJ jumps to her feet.

“Oh my god, you are dying!” 

“...not…dying…sick…”

“You are sick, you feel sick or you’re going to be sick?” 

“...all of the above.” 

MJ falls over herself as she sprints into the kitchen. She returns with the anointed “puke bucket” which is a mixing bowl you had ended up using one time after too many shots. No sooner does she place it near your face, do you start to heave, body jerking gags where you think your stomach is going to come up out of your throat. 

She touches your forehead. 

“You’re burning up. Have you eaten something bad? Drank too much?” 

“...not…” You spit out a wad of saliva. “...enough.”

“You haven’t eaten enough?” Something in MJ’s brain clicks. “Please tell me you’ve been drinking water today, Y/N. Please.” 

You shake your head.

“I’d hit you if you weren’t so fragile. You’ve not drunk anything? Dude! It’s one of the hottest days of the year!” 

“I had…coffee and stuff…” 

You grimace and turn away from the bowl.

“You are actually going to die. They’re going to murder you, you know that? And then turn on me because I’m an unknowing accomplice. You’ve only had coffee all day? Y/N!” 

“Don’t tell them.”

“How can I not? They’re bound to ask where you are! And what if they make a surprise trip to see you? You’re not exactly in a fit shape to fuck right now, are you, Y/N/.”

“MJ -” 

“Fine. If they don’t ask I won’t tell them. Deal?” 

“Okay, deal.”

“Right, you - don’t move. Don’t die. I’ll get you some water and a fan. Or something.”

MJ gets your water first, filling it with ice before rethinking and dumping it down the sink; before stopping again and getting slightly less ice for your glass. 

“I have no idea what I’m doing.”

Now with a full drink, and a straw because why not, MJ places it in front of you with the strict instruction to “Sip it, don’t inhale it.” 

She takes your phone when your head is in the sick bowl and vanishes into her bedroom; unlocking it with your passcode and finding the group chat with your girlfriends. 

“Who’s the least terrifying? Natasha, no chance. Carol, maybe…Wanda…you’ll have to do.”

She picks up on the third ring. 

“Hi baby!”

“Hey to you too.” 

“…MJ?”

“Hi, the one and only.”

“Where’s Y/N? Not that I don’t appreciate talking to you but I’d much prefer to talk to my girlfriend.”

“She’s not…well. I told her I wouldn’t tell you but I’m genuinely worried about her.”

“What’s going on?” Natasha’s voice cuts through your phone speaker and MJ wants nothing more than to throw your phone away and hide under the nearest bed. 

“Michelle Jones, talk.” 

“I hate it when you do that.” MJ grumbles. “Y/N’s sick.”

“Sick, how?”

“God, she’s gonna kill me…erm,” MJ pinches the bridge of her nose. “She didn’t drink any water and I’m 90% sure she spent most of her day outside and it’s been super hot and she’s not well and I’m worried about her…I don’t know what to do.” 

Natasha is silent for a moment. 

“Stay with her. We’ll be there as soon as possible, understood? Let her sip, not inhale, at cool water. Not ice cold, it'll shock her system. Is she hot to the touch?” 

“She’s hot, yeah. And not in her usual way either.” 

“Get a damp cloth, that’ll help cool her off.” Natasha orders. “And MJ? Thank you for telling us.”

“Any…anytime I guess. Not that I want Y/N to get heat stroke or whatever it is again, ‘cos it’s scary and stuff but if she ever misbehaves again, you bet your ass I’ll be right on this phone to rat her out. I’ll even spank her for you if you can't get her fast enough.”

“MJ, breathe girl. Get some oxygen into those lungs. We’ll discuss this at a later date when you aren’t so frazzled. We’ll be there soon, okay? 30 minutes, max.” 

“Okay, yeah, okay. Bye.”

“Damp cloth and cool water, MJ.”

“On it.”

MJ’s hands tremble when she returns to you with the items; a regular glass of water in one hand and a semi filled bowl with a wet cloth in the other. She takes the iced water from you and replaces it; ordering you to sip it slowly while she pats your head with the washcloth. 

You do little to fight her.

“I’m not well, MJ.” 

“I know, Y/N/N, I know. But you’re gonna get better soon, yeah? Just try to relax as much as you can. Google says you should start to feel better in 30 minutes or so.”

She places the washcloth on the back of your neck.

It takes you 23 minutes to feel slightly more human.

It takes 24 minutes for the Trio! to get to your apartment. 

You can only stare as they walk inside, eyes locking onto your slouched form on the sofa with a straw between your lips.

You know you’re in for it when you’re better and you nervously swallow, offering them a sheepish smile.

“...hi…”

Wanda stares at your fragile state, a mixture of emotions clouding her eyes, from guilt to a slight twinge of insecurity. She wants to wrap you up and promise to be a better dom; for herself but most importantly for you.

Carol makes a beeline straight for you and starts fussing over you. She caresses your cheek and feels your forehead, frowning slightly, before reaching over for the washcloth. As she dabs at your face, wiping away the tears that tumble from your eyes, Natasha, with Wanda beside her, moves closer and places a gentle kiss on your damp temple. 

“Hey there, little kotenok, how are we feeling, hmm?” 

They’re there. Your trio. There to finally care for you and you instantly feel safe. Comforted by their presence and you reach out, grabbing the nearest body to drag them down on top of you. Wanda’s scent fills your nose and you nestle into her neck. 

“Am I in trouble?” you whisper and you can feel her grinning. 

“Oh yes,” she replies, “but not right now. Tomorrow maybe. But for now, rest sweet girl. We’re here.” 

You can only nod as Carol gently moves Wanda so she can scoop you up into her arms. 

As you’re carried away to your bedroom, you can see Natasha speaking quietly to MJ; and make the mental note to ask her what was said. But for now, you allow yourself to be carried away. Not even five minutes later, nestled against Wanda, you doze off with a smile.  

#natasha romanoff #wanda maximoff #carol danvers #reader insert #sugar mommies #spiderbites #sugar mommies!asks #natasha x wanda x carol x reader #smu #sugar mommies drabbles #sugar mommies drabble

[delulu-with-wandanat]

Natasha is definitely boob girl, she's obsessed, entranced by wanda's boobs, it's her favorite refuge; has a headache? Sick? Stressed? Sad? Worried? there's always wanda's chest to seek refuge at. Sometimes wanda uses her obsession for her advantage, they're disagreeing on something or nat refuses her something, she flashes an ounce of her chest and that's it, nat is putty in her hands, or when she simply is teasing her especially when they're at work or with friends, she does it and suddenly nat is stunted, she turns into an incoherent mess which amuses their friends

Anon, I 100% AGREE WITH YOU. I mean we can't really blame her can't we? Cus it's Wanda Maxitiddy for a reason-

But also i can def see her getting distracted on missions, especially with Wanda's suit in CW. She'd be riding her bike with Wanda as the passenger, the mf would glance at the side mirror like... all the time. Wanda then notices the side mirror wasn't actually pointed at the road, rather to her chest.

Or when she's fighting some goons, she's winning obviously. But then Wanda's in the corner of her eyes and the corset is hugging her curves just right and you could see her cleavage. In that split second she got punched square on the nose. She gets distracted a lot to the point where Tony wanted to re-design Wanda's suit but Natasha threatened him not too.

Yes, threatened. kjahwbdkjahwdbkajwhd

And just to add, that part where she flashes an ounce of her chest reminds of that scene in Brooklyn 99 with Jake and Amy. Imagine;

Wanda, in the mood: Please?

Natasha, too tired from mission: Detka, we have all the time in the world. Just let me rest first ok?

Wanda: But I'm really in the mood right now... Please?

Natasha: Wanda, I'm not just some light switch that you can turn on and-

Wanda: *Unbuttons one button revealing a LITTLE bit of her chest*

Natasha: Switch on, let's go-

#natasha romanoff #wanda maximoff #wandanat #natasha #wanda x natasha #wlw #wanda #incorrect wandanat #incorrect quotes #wandanat thoughts #vlake answers

[feralforfrank]

LOVE CONFESSIONS IN THE DARK.

BRADLEY "ROOSTER" BRADSHAW X FEM!READER

summary you've been tasked to grab your clean clothes from the laundry room during a storm. little do you know, a certain someone has a similar task.

cw ANGST, but it's the last time. FLUFF. kind of bad writing. storms, thunder, the dark. feelings!!! miscommunication fr, definitely not how the navy operates, but idc. NON-DESCRPTIVE READER. TELL ME IF I MISSED ANYTHING.

a/n THE LONG AWAITED LAST PT3 IS HEREEEE. im feeling kind of...weird about the ending. i like it, but i dont love it. i hope you peeps enjoy it, though!! sorry for taking so long to write and post it :/

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Sunday noon came around quicker than you wanted it. You'd slept until eleven and elected to stay in bed until it was time to eat. When that time came, you ate Penny's homemade burritos that Nix had sneaked in without the boys seeing.

The two of you ate in your bed and then laid back down. Phoenix was literally on top of you, her hands supporting her head. If Hangman were to walk in now, he'd never let her live this down. Badass Nix with messy bed hair, practically cuddling her heartbroken friend. It was a rare sight.

"I'm exhausted, Nix. I wish I'd never opened my goddamn mouth." You sighed, rubbing your temples.

You were tired. After your confession, you raced back here, flopped under the covers and cried, much like the night before. You wanted to take everything back—every word, movement and facial expression. Rooster hated you, and that was the only way you could get close to him—the hatred—but now you've shattered that wall. 

He doesn't like me. I ruined whatever connection we had. Fuck that stupid mouth of mine. Why did I have to react so poorly both times? He's not mine. I want him to be mine. No. Yes. Fucking hell, this headache. Can't we go back to normal—our normal? That has been your train of thoughts for God knows how long, and it was seriously tiring you out.

"Everything will work out for you. Rooster is full of surprises," Phoenix responded reassuringly.

You looked at her weirdly. "What kind of fucking riddle is that? Have you lost your mind?"

She just laughed, sitting up. "Shut up. I know what I'm saying."

You were about to reply when the screech of the bunkroom door caught your attention. "Oh my God!" Fanboy shouted, closing the door again. "Am I interrupting something?" 

You snorted. "Have you never heard of knocking?" You yelled back.

"What are you doing on top of each other, man?" He sounded traumatised. You giggled.

"None of your business!"

"Whatever, man. I came in to tell you it's going to storm real hard soon. Prepare for a blackout."

"Okay, thanks!" You hear the shuffling of feet moving away from your door and groan.

Phoenix makes a move to stand up. As if she knows what you're thinking, she speaks up. "I'm not going."

"Oh, please, Nix! You know how much I hate it down there! Especially if it's storming out," you whine but to no avail.

"You're in the Navy, for Christ's sake. And it's a quick job. Go in, grab the clothes, and come back. I already put them in the dryer. You only have to fetch them."

You groan but get up as well, blindly searching for your phone and earbuds. If you were going in that dark, scary laundry room, you'd at least do it your way. And who's a better companion than Taylor Swift?

—

It was early in the evening when all lights shut off. The heater in your room stopped groaning, and you concluded that the expected blackout was happening now. Nix was sleeping in her bunk above you, and you sighed. You'd put off going to the laundry room in hopes of Natasha changing her mind, but there was no way you were getting out of it now.

You really didn't want to face Bradshaw, and there was a big chance you would in the hallways. Unfortunately for you, no one has invented time travel yet, so you're destined to bump into him at some point. You work together, for fuck's sake. It's impossible to ignore him forever.

So, you gather yourself, put a hoodie over your t-shirt with the nearest civilian shoes, and plug your earphones before pressing play on Taylor Swift and blindly find the door. The backup generator is up and running, for the hallway lights are on. 

A few people are conversing and leaning on their bedroom doors. Some greet you with a nod and a smile, and you shoot them one back, ducking your head so as not to be spotted by your friends—who are likely hanging out with Rooster.

You arrive at the laundry room and immediately get to work. There's no one else in here, and it's cold. You feel like a child, shivering in fear as if a ghost will pop up from a corner. The music is blasting, and you're grateful, for the eeriness of this place makes you jumpy. Fuck, it's so dark.

Unbeknownst to you, Bradley was also on laundry duty. He'd put it off as much as he could, even paying Hangman to do it once. He hated the silence in that freezing room and how far away it was from everyone.

So, here he was, trying to walk as quietly as possible; so no admiral ghosts pop up to scare him. Lucky for him, he only had to put them in the bin, press a few buttons and be out of there in seconds.

He's startled when he sees you. Well, he spots your back, but he knows it's you. The unmistakable Taylor Swift tune reaches his ears. Bradley leans against the doorframe, watching as you bop your head and slightly move your hips while you hum the lyrics. 

He chuckles. Your undying love for the singer was the cause for your callsign, although not many people knew that. You made up a story about how quick you're in the air—that's why people call you that. But he knows.

And he loves his knowledge over that little detail about you because it's so significant. Bradley loves memorising things about you—from how you struggle to french braid your hair to how you like Heineken beer more than Corona because you don't like the stupid connection it has to Fast and Furious.

I miss you. The words are on the tip of Rooster's lips, but he doesn't dare say them. He wanted to give you space and time to rethink your words because—surprise, surprise—he's been in love with you for God-knows-how long. And he wants you to love him back, truly, but he doesn't want to freak you out. So, he'll gladly settle with watching you dance to Taylor while trying to hide the fond smile taking over his features.

A loud crack of thunder startles the both of you. The place goes completely black. Bradley moves off the doorframe, but you drop the half-filled basket with a gasp. A soft fuck escapes your lips, and Bradley decides to close the distance between you and help.

His hands look for your waist, wanting to help you up. He hadn't thought about how isolated you were from the world. You don't have time to move away from the hands circling around you, and a yelp escapes your lips when you hit something solid. One earbud falls off in the process.

You fight to move away and swat the person—God, please let it be a person and not an actual fucking ghost—with a shirt. You cry for it to get away, but the arms find your waist again while the person hushes you.

Bradley. It's Bradley. He's holding you tightly, shushing you, and you gulp deep breaths, trying to calm down. Your heart beat fast from what has happened, and because holy shit, Bradley Bradshaw is holding you.

You have to move away—your skin is on fucking fire. So much for ignoring him.

You push him, turning on your phone's torch. "What the fuck, Bradshaw? I almost had a heart attack." You hit him with the shirt you're still holding.

"I didn't mean to scare you. I was here to do my laundry, but the lights went out." He leaves out the part where he watched you dance. "I heard your basket fall, and I wanted to help."

And suddenly, oxygen is no longer making its way to your lungs, and your whole body is tense. Bradley is right here, in front of you, staring at you with his hands on his hips. And he also knows how you really feel about him. He has to go now.

"You, uh, you can go do your thing," you stutter, pushing your hair out of your face, your eyes never finding his. "I'll finish this on my own."

"No." It's nothing but a statement. "I'm not leaving you all alone down here."

Your heart warms, and the corner of your mouth lifts oh-so-slightly.

"Aren't you doing your laundry?"

"Fuck that. I'll do it tomorrow."

"Alright." You get back to picking your clothes out of the bin.

The silence between you lies somewhere between tense and comfortable. You feel at ease with Rooster here, knowing that no harm will come to you before him, but you can't help but feel awkward since he knows about your feelings now. The lights turn back on, and you have to make your blush disappear before he notices.

You ignore how your stomach turns—butterflies and anxiety—and close the washing machine bin's door when you finish. Well, you at least try to. The door won't latch, making you look like an idiot pushing the washing machine for no reason.

"Here, let me help." Oh my fucking God.

Rooster is hovering above you now, his hand replacing yours. He pushes the machine's door hard, and you hear the satisfying click. 

You can feel his breath down your shoulder, but you try not to tense. Your head spins to him involuntarily, and your eyes meet his. Your eyes fall from his eyes to his lips, and he does the same. Oh my God. Does he want to kiss you?

Your question is answered three long seconds later by him crushing his soft lips onto yours. It's like how all those novels and poets describe it. Instant fireworks. Your body tingles, and your heart pounds so hard that you think it'll rip off your chest. His hand encircles your waist, and you tighten your hold around a random shirt.

He's doing this out of pity. And just like that, the dream you've had for God knows how long is shattered by your own thoughts. You have to pull away.

"W-We can't do this, Rooster."

Your eyes meet his as you touch your lips. They're tingling, scratch that, your whole body feels like it's been electrocuted. He looks hurt and confused as he pants a few feet away from you.

"Why?" It sounds so sad.

"B-Because you don't like me, Rooster. I know you hate me, but I don't want something I've dreamed of for so long to get destroyed because of your silly antics." You sound even sadder.

"Is that what you think?"

"It's not a thought, Bradshaw. I know it. I've seen it with my own eyes." Tears have gathered in your eyes. Fuck, those mood swings.

Bradley exhales deeply. "I don't hate you, Swift. Never in my life have I felt what I feel when I'm around you. I feel all hot and tingly when you walk past me. My cheeks burn like a kid when your comments involve my love life, because deep down, I want you to be the protagonist of my fantasies, not some random girl I met at the Hard Deck.

Your jokes and your talent, your wit and your beauty—I love them. Your charm and ability to persuade everyone into doing chores for you are my favourite. I love listening to you talk, sarcastically or not, because you always have something to say.

Do you know how many times I've eavesdropped on you and Phoenix so I could learn more about you? I know about your hatred for Fast and Furious movies, your obvious Taylor Swift adoration, and the one time you got hammered and thought you were talking to her. 

I love knowing all those details about you, and it's not because I can use them against you. They're what make you...well, you! You're nothing like the girls I've met in my life. You're extraordinary, and I..."

He hesitates.

"Is this...Did Natasha put you up to this? I swear I don't want your pity and fake love confessions, Bradley. You don't have to pretend to be in love with me—"

"But I am! I am madly in love with you. The kind of love that is so dangerous and—and so crushing. I want to be with you every second of the day, annoy you, and make you smile. It's all I've ever wanted for years now."

Your eyes are wide and glossy, eyebrows raised in shock and confusion, and so many emotions. 

"I love you, Swift," he confirms.

"Prove it." Your words are merely a whisper.

Despite the hard rain and thundering outside, your voice is the only melody in Bradley's ears. And he doesn't hesitate. He crushes his lips against yours again, this time with hunger, passion, frustration and love. You kiss back with just as much force, but before you know it, you're pulling back, gasping for breath.

Bradley's hands are cupping your cheeks, and his forehead is touching yours. Your breaths mingle as you stare up at him. Your fingers grip his shirt tightly. 

"Is that enough proof for you?" He whispers.

You lightly shrug. "I still haven't forgiven you for almost calling me a slut." That's a lie—you have. You forgave him as soon as your head hit the pillow yesterday. He didn't mean it.

He sighs a long, sad sigh. "Please, let me make it up to you. I was a—a jerk. A complete and utter idiot. I don't deserve your love, but please, I need it. Give me a chance to prove how much I love you." Your heart clenches, and a smile tugs at your lips. 

"You can make it up to me as long as you want, Bradley Bradshaw."

He smiles back, and you think; this is it. This is heaven on earth. Bradley Bradshaw—the man you've longed for so long—smiling at you with nothing but adoration. You're heart feels light and free.

You don't want the moment to end.

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[saltsicklover]

Fan Mail - Part 1/2?

Title: Fan Mail

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 2500

Rating: T

Warnings: Swearing, Mentions of Death/Murder - Let me know if I missed anything.

-- I am writing a part 2 for this, might even drift into a part 3. I don't see it going longer than that because I struggle writing long form stories. I hope you enjoy! --

Disclaimer: I do not own Bucky Barnes, or anything related to Marvel within this piece. Not Proof Read or BETA'd. All mistakes are my own.

I do not consent for my work to be edited, reposted, or translated.

You are responsible for your own media consumption. This is a work of fiction that may contain mature themes. If you are sensitive to those subjects, please do not read.

Bucky has never gotten fan mail. Ill wishes and empty threats via the postal service sent from all over the world, sure, that's old hat by now. But, a well wish or a 'thank you' have never been penned for him. Those sentiments are reserved for the real heroes, not Bucky, definitely not Bucky. At least, that's what he tells himself every time he ends up empty handed while everyone else in the tower is ripping open letters. 

Every Thursday fan mail from the week gets brought to the common room of the tower. Each stack is bound together with a flimsy rubber band, each pile threatening to burst through the rubber being pulled taught against the paper. This has gone on for as long as anyone can remember, always a pick me up from the tough battles the Avengers always found themselves in. 

"You'll get something, Buck, don't worry," Steve tries to sooth Bucky with a firm grip on his friend's shoulder, "The mail isn't even important anyway." Bucky can't help but huff as he eyes the bulging pile of letters in Steve's hand, his fingers gripping the mail so tight Bucky thinks they might combust under the pressure. 

"Yeah, Steve, it's all good," Bucky manages, the crease between his eyebrows deepening. Neither bother to exchange another word, Steve just squeezes his friend's shoulder before heading down the hall. 

Bucky lets his eyes wander over each member of the team that still resides in the room, each with at least a handful of letter's in their possession.  He tries to push the uneasy feeling from his chests, the deep green envy sneaking in between the cartilage that partners his ribs with his sternum. 

The next week, is more of the same, and so is the week after that. Wanda likes to curl up on one of the plush chairs in the common area, letters in her lap as she carefully opens each one. She barely lets her fingertips touch the paper, the envelopes opened carefully with her fingernail. She keeps her hold to the outside edges of the cards, like she is worried that if she touches the words they may disappear. 

Sam likes to lean against the island in the kitchen, spreading the contents of each envelope out in front of him, taking each piece in like a mission report. He gets photos of women, with flirty words scrawled across the backs. Each note smelling of a different sweet perfume that always seems to give Bucky a headache as he walks by. 

Clint and Natasha open their letters together, sitting on the floor in her bedroom. Laughter flowing through the open door as Bucky passes. He tries not to focus on his lack of correspondence but that's always easier said than done. He is just thankful that most of the team views their letter opening as an alone-time activity so he doesn't have to witness the joy that radiates through them with each envelope they open. 

Bucky doesn't even bother to stop by the common room on Thursday mornings anymore, his brain has given up on the idea that he will get a letter, his heart following close behind. 

One unusually cold Thursday, the fresh spring flowers outside threatening to wilt form the cold snap, each bundle of letters is placed neatly on the coffee table; accompanied by a singular letter addressed to "Mr. James Barnes".  Steve spots the letter first as he browses over the piles in front of him. He snaps his eyes quickly back to the lone envelope and unbridled joy swells in his chest from somewhere deep in his soul. 

"Bucky!" He yells, his eyes never leaving the paper on the coffee table. "Bucky, get in here!" Steve can't help but let the newfound joy escape with his words, a wide smile spreading over his face as Bucky walks into the room. The smile make's Steve's cheeks hurt, but all he notices is the grumbling coming from his best friend as the brunet trapses into the room. 

"What is it Steve?" Bucky carefully pinches the bridge of his nose with his right hand, his left arm folding defensively over his body to hold the elbow of his right arm, the whole manner done without thought. 

"You got a letter," Steve speaks, the words coming out in a jumbled heap from his lips. Bucky cracks one eye open at him, staring at the blond across the room from under his dense eyebrows. Excitement sparks deep in his chest, glowing like a barely lit ember deep in the darkness. Each passing second causes his excitement to grow like flame overtaking dry grass but he does everything in his power to stomp out the feeling before it overtakes him. The words hang in the air, neither man daring to move. Bucky cracks his other eye open as he lowers his hand from his face, lacing his thick arms across his chest. "Did you hear me, Jerk?" 

"Yeah, Punk, I heard ya', just not sure if I believe ya', that's all," Bucky moves, each stride filling him with more anxiety as he gets closer to the coffee table. He tries to tell himself that Steve isn't just playing some cruel joke on him, and that maybe, just maybe, someone out there actually wants to write him a letter, but his negative thoughts get the better of him as he comes to stand next to Steve, a scowl burned deep into his features. 

"What is it, Buck?" Steve takes Bucky's shoulder in his hand, squeezing it reassuringly with a too tight grip. Bucky doesn't bother to look at his friend, his eyes are too focused on the lone envelope sitting on the coffee table, his name scrawled across it in blue pen. Steve watches as Buck's scowl melts into confusion, his eyes trailing over the ink again and again and again, almost like he doesn't believe it's there. All the brunet can manage to do is read his name, offering his friend a slight shake of his head at the question, or maybe it's at the situation all together. 

Bucky leans over to grab the letter, taking it carefully between his fingertips. Suddenly he understands why Wanda barely touches her mail, the feeling that it may go up in cinders from his touch prickles deep within his stomach. He has known all kinds of fear and anxiety, but this is a new feeling all it's own. 

Steve leaves the room without a word, leaving Bucky standing there alone, the beige envelope balances delicately on his fingertips, palms facing the sky like he's begging for a answer to an unspoken prayer. 

Bucky doesn't open the letter for weeks, and nobody says a word about it. Hell, nobody but Steve knew it existed until it fell out of the breast pocket of his leather jacket when he sat down for dinner. Tony wanted to tease him about it, but the warning looks that he received left him coughing up his miss sipped iced tea instead. 

Bucky found himself taking in the details of the envelope whenever he could, between missions and meetings, at night before bed or in the morning over his first cup of coffee. The blue ink on the front has smudged a bit from when he got caught out in the rain, but the soft tan of the envelope and the striking depth of the ink still draws his eyes. The stamp placed delicately in the upper right hand corner was adorned with a beautiful yellow butterfly had been stamped over with an official marker for the postal service. There is no name, just a PO box located in New York City. The thought of his name alone on the envelope left a tinge of loneliness in his heart if he thought about it too long. 

When Bucky finally gets the courage to open the letter, three weeks had passed. He sits on the corner of his bed, the lamp from the bedside table illuminating his careful movements as he slips a finger under the seal. Carefully, he tears it open, pulling out a couple of pieces of paper, folded over on themselves. They are the same color as the envelope, the ink the same too. He holds the paper under the lamp, letting his eyes drift over each sentence, word, letter. 

"Dear Mr. James Barnes, I hope this letter finds you well. I would like to start off by saying that I was unsure about writing this letter to begin with, but my therapist says that by writing it I may be one step closer to healing, so I decided to give it a shot. You don't know me, so this might seem odd, but give me a chance anyway, please. 

When I was nine, a man broke into my home, the home I shared with my grandparents. I didn't know it then, nor did I for some time, but my grandparents were holding onto some information that I later came to learn was for Hydra. My grandfather's father worked for a man named Arnim Zola, and he had stolen files from him. Those files were passed down to my grandfather. 

Now I don't know that much about what my grandparents did for Hydra, or why they were holding information for them, but I do know that they were cruel and abusive towards me. They would send me to sleep, often without food for nights at at time. My grandfather was keen on hitting me with a leather belt. I won't bore you with the details. But, that night the man broke into our home, I knew from that moment that my whole life was going to change, so I hid in the coat closet while the man shot them. I know I should feel guilty for not helping them, but all I could feel was the relief that they would never harm me again. Besides, they passed quickly.

It is odd to feel so thankful for such an act of violence, but that man saved my life, and for that I am eternally grateful, which is why I write to you now. When everything with the bombing of the Sokovia Accords happened, I finally put together that the the Winter Soldier was the man who saved me. 

I know that part of your life is long behind you, but from one suffering soul to another, I just want you to know that you saved me, and I can't thank you enough. I hope this is able to provide you with some sort of closure, or healing, just like I am hoping it will for me. 

With warmest regards-"

Bucky can't help but read the words over and over again as a sickening feeling twists deep in his stomach. The first letter he has ever gotten as a hero, in this new life of his, is really written the darkest version of himself that he wishes he could forget. Hell, he would flay his skin open himself if it meant that he could undo his trespasses made at the hands of Hydra. 

Maybe its the salt sick sweat that coats his skin or the trembling of his heart beat through his veins but Bucky feels sick. The type of sick that makes you want to wash yourself from the inside out, yet he can't stop reading the words. 

He doesn't sleep that night. Or the next. Or that week for that matter. Steve is the only one to notice the sudden shift in his best friend. He urges the older man to speak, to lean on him for support but Bucky refuses, the sick feeling settling deep in his bones whenever he thinks about the letter. Maybe it's because deep down, beneath every single bit of self loathing, the acquiesce of bile soaked enmity he feels proud. 

He knows he shouldn't, the brunt edges of his life too fragile, the healing too slow, but the jewel of his ego only seems to feed off of the words scribbled in that letter. Even after all of the disaster, destruction, and death he caused, something good actually came out of it, and for that he feeds the feeling in his chest- the satisfaction that drowns out the loathing. 

The next letter Bucky receives comes a month and a half after the first, the PO box in the corner of the envelope the same as before. His stomach twists at the sight but his heart pounds with a sort of excitement he hasn't experienced in years. 

"Dear Mr. James Barnes, I hope this letter finds you well. I hope that you have received my last letter and that you got the chance to sit down and read it. I am sure you get so much mail all the time and part of me worries that my little envelope got lost in the shuffle of it all.

I must say, though I told myself over and over not to expect you to write back, I have to admit that I am a little saddened that you didn't. I know you can't possibly write back to everyone that sends you a letter but I couldn't help but get my hopes up. 

I have talked about the last letter with my therapist, and I think it helped me find a new sort of closure for that part of my life. Now, however, my heart seems to be missing something to dwell on, or possibly look forward to, which is why I am writing you again. 

I hope this isn't too forward but I was hoping that maybe we could be pen pals. I know it sounds old fashioned, maybe a little silly, but it's always a 'no' if you don't ask, right?" 

With Warmest Regards-" 

Bucky reads and rereads the letter again, a feeling of confusion and excitement swirling together in his chest. He can feel his heart beat below his skin, pulse thrumming hard and fast. He can't help the joy that courses through him at the words on the page, simple and blue, jotted down quickly by the way the ink flows together letter to letter. 

Maybe he will write back, the thought nags him every free moment that he finds himself in. It also nags him during meetings and on mission. He can't help but try picture their face, but the nothing comes to mind except a feeling of happiness, or maybe even pride, and it swells in his chest leaving him a new form of breathless. 

Bucky carries both letters with him, tucked deep into the chest pocket of his jacket, or under the suit he wears for mission. The letters pressed close to his heart. He takes comfort in knowing they are there, that someone is out there, thankful for his existence. He is thankful, too. 

Maybe he will write back, he tells himself just before he turns out the light to go to sleep. Maybe he will, maybe, maybe maybe. 

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can you do a family au where WandaNat have a kid. Then Wanda comes home to her child waiting at the door who tells Wanda that Nat is sick. Then they both help look after her?

Family Takes Care Of Family 

〚 Notes – Hey! It’s definitely been a while since I last wrote, oops. I had bronchitis and honestly writing just wasn't at the top of my priority list but I really did want to get this request done since I thought the idea was really cute. I couldn't be bothered editing this though so ignore the errors! FYI – I tried my best to make Alyssa’s speech similar to a 5 year old's but honestly I have no idea how they speak so be wary of that! :D   〛 

〚 Summary - Wanda didn't expect to come home and find her wife sick in bed. But luckily she's got a certain little someone to help take care of her. 〛 

〚 Wordcount - 2020 〛 

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𝑭𝒂𝒎𝒊𝒍𝒚 𝑨𝑼 - 𝑵𝒂𝒕𝒂𝒔𝒉𝒂 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑾𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒂 𝒍𝒆𝒇𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑨𝒗𝒆𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝒃𝒆𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓 𝒇𝒂𝒎𝒊𝒍𝒚. 𝑾𝒐𝒓𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 ‘𝒓𝒆𝒈𝒖𝒍𝒂𝒓’ 𝒋𝒐𝒃𝒔, 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒓 𝒇𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓 𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝒊𝒏 𝒂 𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒍𝒆 𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆 𝒄𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒅 𝑾𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒗𝒊𝒆𝒘 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒐𝒈𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒕𝒘𝒐 𝒉𝒂𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓 𝒅𝒂𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝑨𝒍𝒚𝒔𝒔𝒂 (𝑨𝒍𝒍𝒊𝒆) 𝒘𝒉𝒐 𝒊𝒔 𝒏𝒐𝒘 5 𝒚𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒔 𝒐𝒍𝒅. 

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Wanda sighed with relief as she finally arrived home that night. It had been a long day at the office, and she was more than glad to be home. But things weren’t quiet as normal as they seemed. The first thing she noticed was that the house was quiet - strangely quiet. No sound of cartoons, no sounds of cooking from the kitchen, not even the happy chattering of her family. Very strange. 

“Guys, I'm home.” Wanda shouted out as she finished taking off her coat. The stiff silence was soon dissolved as excited giggling and the rapid padding of feet raced towards the door. It was then that her daughter Alyssa raced towards her with her arms open wide as she ran to hug Wanda’s leg. 

“Hi baby, how’s your day been?” Wanda cooed, lightly rustling Allie’s hair as she bent down to kiss her cheek, “It’s so quiet in here. Where’s momma sweetie?” 

“Momma sick and in bed.” Alyssa explained, a small, worried pout crossing her face as she fussed with her hands nervously. 

Wanda’s face fell into a similar expression, “Momma’s sick? Are we talking yucky tummy sick or sneezy sick?” 

“Sneezy sick.” Allie confirmed remembering the tissue box which she’d seen clutched in the redhead's hand for most of the day. 

“Okay baby, has momma been in bed all day?” 

The young girl shook her head, “Momma played barbies with me in morning but she fell sleep when we watched Frozen.” 

"Okay well, don't worry baby" Wanda cooed, gently lifting up Allie and hugging her close, gently rocking her as she made her way to her wife's room. 

"I'm going to take care of your momma sweetie, okay?" She said to her daughter just before they reached their bedroom, “If you wanna come in, you need to make sure to be a little quiet, okay princess? Momma probably has a headache and we don’t want to make that any worse.” 

“Okay, I be quiet.” 

With her daughter's agreement, Wanda gently pushed open the door to her wife's room. The curtains were drawn, shrouding the room in a small darkness but Wanda could still make out the outline of Natasha as she laid in bed, a handful of tissues clutched closely in her hand. She was wearing her favourite joggers and a sport’s bra – one of her go to ‘cosy’ outfits but the little shivers coming from her were obvious. 

Quietly Wanda came over and sat down on the bed, stroking her hand down Nat’s overly warm cheek as she slowly woke her up, “Hi sweetie,” the witch whispered gently as the redhead gave a congested mumble in reply, “a little someone told me you weren’t feeling too well.”  

The redheaded former assassin rubbed at her eyes lazily as she shifted up a little to rest her head on Wanda’s thigh, "Wands... you’re home." she muttered, her voice raspy as she sniffled at her runny nose, “I’m okay, it’s just a cold or something.” 

“Momma sick.” Alyssa repeated as she pulled herself up onto the bed to cuddle into Nat’s side 

As Nat continued to sniffle, Wanda hummed and placed a gentle hand on her forehead. She was warm to the touch and Wanda wouldn’t be surprised if she was running a fever, “I'm not loving how hot you are though sweetheart, do you have a temperature?" 

"I don't know," Natasha admitted softly as she sniffled and shifted away to burry her head against her pillow as she sneezed against it, "Ugh baby...could you get me some tissues please?" She paused. "I think I left the box in Allies room from when we were playing earlier." 

“Bless sweetie, I’ll go-” Wanda began but was interrupted by Allie quickly jumping off the bed and running towards her room. 

“I’ll get them!” The girl exclaimed as she ran causing both women to chuckle to each other. 

“She’s been a little angel all day.” Nat smiled as the bedroom door was yanked open as little Allie ran back in holding a large box in her little hands, “I've got your tissues!" 

"Oh, you're so sweet. Thank you, sweetie." Natasha gave the young girl a hug, careful not to get too close though. "That was so kind of you, thank you baby."  

“Well done princess.” Wanda praised her daughter. The little girl beamed with pride as the praise came her way. She sat cross legged on the bed next to her momma and watched with delight as Wanda sweetly kissed her wife’s forehead whilst rubbing her back as she blew her nose, “Do you need anything else my love?” 

The redhead seemed to think for a while before quietly asking, “Could you maybe get me some Nyquil or just something to take the edge off?” 

Wanda smiled, pressing a final kiss down to her but this time she pressed it softly to her lips, “Of course sweetheart, you just stay here my love,” She purred before outstretching her hand to Allie, “Come on princess, you can help me find some medicine for your momma.” 

“Yay!” Alyssa grinned as the two made their way out of the bedroom and down to the kitchen where Wanda began looking through the cupboards for medicine when a sudden thought hit her. 

“Have you seen momma have any food today princess?” She asked Allie, she knew Nat tended to ignore her body’s needs when sick, especially since the birth of their kid Nat was always seeming to ignore her body’s basic necessities. 

Alyssa seemed to think for a while before shaking her head, “Don’t think so but momma made me yogurt and berries for lunch!” The girl beamed remembering how the berries had been arranged into a smiley face. 

“Okay well, we need to make momma some food then, don’t we?” Wanda smiled and pulled her daughter up so that she was sitting on the countertop, “What’s something good to eat when you’re sick?”  

“Icecream!” The young girl squealed excitedly much to Wanda’s amusement. 

“Icecream is good baby, well done. But I’m thinking something healthier to help your momma feel better. Do you know anything else?” 

“Soup?” 

“Yup! We’re gonna make your momma some soup to help her feel better. So, I’m gonna need a big strong chef to help me out.” Wanda smiled. 

“I can help!” Alyssa volunteered eagerly. 

“Of course you can help princess.” 

That’s how the two of them spent the next 30 minutes making a lovely pot of soup. It smelled amazing and Allie was very proud of her stirring skills, infact she was currently kicking her legs happily as Wanda began to pour out a bowl of soup for Nat and put it onto a tray. She poured two extra bowls for Allie and herself so they could eat it with her. She’d also made sure to get Nat’s medicine and set it beside the bowl along with a steaming cup of tea and a bottle of water. 

"Momma will love this." Allie smiled as she helped Wanda arrange the tray neatly, “Soup is always yummy.” 

"Yup soup is good Im sure your momma will love it but, I need you to be a very good girl and make sure to let momma rest okay? The soup will help but she needs to sleep more than anything else." Wanda explained as she carefully began to carry the tray back to their room. 

Allie thought for a moment before nodding, "I be very good girl!" 

"Good girl, that's my best little princess." Wanda smiled, "So, we'll let momma have her soup and rest now okay? I wont be in work tomorrow so momma will be able to sleep off her cold but we don’t need you catching it either so you might not be able to get too close. We’ll all eat then we’ll get you into bed, is that alright with you?” 

“O’kay.” Alyssa nodded understandingly just as the two reached their room and she proudly held the door open for Wanda as she stepped inside, placing the tray down onto the bed. The two were met with the soft snores coming from Nat who it seemed had fallen into a light sleep as she waited and Wanda couldn’t help but blush a little at the sight. She was truly adorable. 

“Hi sweetheart,” Wanda whispered, gently moving some fallen strands of hair from in front of Nat’s face, “Can you wake up baby, me and Allie made some nice soup for you.” 

“Mmm” Nat mumbled something as she slowly woke up, coughing groggily against her hand whilst Wanda gently encouraged her to sit up a little. 

“Thank you so much my love.” She smiled, taking a small sip of soup which had been set in her lap before she let out a slow moan of enjoyment. “This is really good, did you help make this Allie?” She asked Alyssa who’d nestled herself comfortably beside her as she happily ate her own soup. 

“Yea! Me and mama made it together. I got to stir!” Allie beamed, proud of her work as she watched her mother sip at the soup. Her face was happy and content, just to be able to spend some time with mommy. "Do you like it momma? Did I help make it yummy enough?" 

"You certainly did sweetpea. You did a fabulous job and I'm very proud of you." The redhead leaned over and kissed her daughter's head. 

“Im glad you like it love.” Wanda added, sneaking into the empty spot in the bed at the other side of Natasha, “Do you want to watch a film for a bit whilst you finish off that soup?” 

Nat nodded and Wanda quickly turned on their TV to play Madagascar at the request of Allie. So, with little reluctance Wanda pressed play and the three cuddled up together, not minding the occassional sniffles and sneezing coming from the redhead. It was only about an hour into the film though when Alyssa began to yawn and from the way she rubbed her eyes sleepily, Wanda knew it was time for her to go to bed. Infact it would probably do both of her girls good to head to sleep. 

“I think it’s bedtime princess, you’ve been so helpful today, you must be very tired.” Wanda murmured gently as she let her daughter crawl onto her chest, yawning again as she nodded, “Come on then, say goodnight to Momma.” 

“G’night momma,” Allie whispered tiredly, leaning over to kiss Nat’s cheek, “I hope your sickiness goes away tomorrow.” 

“I’m sure it will sweetie, you’ve been so helpful today, goodnight princess.” Nat tried her best to sound loving even though her voice was quickly becoming raspy and hoarse. She still seemed to get the message across though because there was a sleepy smile plastered across her daughter’s face as Wanda carried her off to bed. 

As Wanda tucked her daughter into bed, she couldn’t help but think about how lucky she was to have such a wonderful family. She kissed Allie’s forehead gently, “Goodnight princess, sleep tight. I love you.” 

"I love you too mama," Allie replied sleepily, snuggling into her covers as she closed her eyes. Turning off the light and closing the door, Wanda slowly made her way back to the bedroom where Natasha was still nestled under the covers still watching the movie. Wanda joined her, kissing her loving as they both settled against each other. 

“I love you,” Wanda whispered as she leaned into kiss Natasha tenderly before getting comfortable, “It’s so good to be home with you. You did so well today with Allie baby, I know it couldn’t have been easy when you haven’t been feeling well.” 

“I love you too,” Natasha whispered back, turning to kiss Wanda softly once more, “Thank you for taking care of me a little bit. You’re the best.” 

Wanda smiled, holding her wife close as they cuddled and watched the rest of the movie. For a little while, everything was perfect. Tomorrow, they’d tackle whatever life threw at them but for tonight, they had each other and that was all they needed. 

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hide and seek | steve rogers ; 3

summary | You had a history of playing this game. Steve looks back as he waits on the other side of the door.

words | 5.1k+

genres | angst, fluff, e2l

pairing | steve rogers x agent!reader

warnings | mentions of blood

note | this was supposed to be part of the final chapter but I unintentionally wrote it too long and I felt like there will be a lot of things happening if I add this there. Don't worry, the finale will immediately follow. For now, here is a not-so-little back story on how they met.

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“Doll, Y/N…” he called out softly. He heard a muffled sob and he knew that you are crying not because of that sudden headache. It took a few more knocks and calls before you answered.

“Please, leave me alone, Steve.”

It breaks his heart to hear your broken voice as you pushed him away again. But he would never get tired no matter how hard you try to hide your real emotions from him. This isn’t the first time you hid from him. If he have to beg for you to show yourself, he would. 

“Please talk to me. I’m here, sweetheart.”

Louder sobs followed from the other side of the door. He rested his hand on your door, looking down at his feet. This is torture. As much as he wanted to talk to you last night and clarify his plans after returning the stones, he still wanted to wait for you. He is draining any remaining patience he has in him because he knows how badly you two need to speak. 

With you hiding or running away every time he tried to reach for you, it reminded him of how you arrived and disappeared from everyone’s lives before. 

“She is a newly hired agent, employed specifically by me. Agent Y/N will be working closely in the IT unit.”

Steve crossed his arms as Fury introduced you to everyone in the room, The Avengers. Except for Thor, he was in Asgard. You don’t seem intimidated though since your face has a neutral look. Your eyes were impassive. At first glance, you looked like a simple lady who goes to her eight-to-five office job. You wore a plain, white blouse and a black pencil skirt, matching your low-heeled pumps. Natasha had the same pose as Steve, but she seemed proud as she looks at you. Clint, who was next to her, offered you a single nod. Bruce gave you a short, polite smile. Tony was the first one to say something.

“Just because I told you I’m taking a break, you’re hiring a new girl for the tech?” he seemed offended as he talked to Fury. He, then, turned to you,  “Can you go out for a sec–”

“I don’t think you would want me to leave after letting me in in your highly secured building,” you spoke nonchalantly while looking around.

Fury smirked, “Y/N has very sharp memory skills and is a master hacker. Also, she has been trained as a martial artist ever since she was eight. She used to work as a spy and marksman for various groups and organizations.”

“Who were you working for before?” Bruce asked.

Instead of answering the question immediately, you turned your head to Nick. He gave you a single nod.

“I worked for a lot of people. I don’t really know most of them since the higher-ups just give me assignments. I was required to follow with no complaints or else…” your voice trailed off. Everyone in the room could see your eyes getting lost for a second before you sighed heavily. 

Steve later learned that Natasha was originally the one who brought you to SHIELD. It was Natasha's solo mission to take down the training program you were in. Out of almost fifty people in that program, you were the most proficient and definitely the only one who almost defeated the Black Widow herself. She talked you into coming with her while having an intense one-on-one battle with you.

 

“We were both already bloody by the time I took her to the jet.” Natasha quipped. “She later revealed that she was also the one messing up with my comms when I got into their location.”

Before you are officially recruited, you went through tests and interviews with Fury and Maria. You refused to answer without Natasha's presence. Like she was your lawyer or something. But at that moment, she was the only person you trust from SHIELD. You can feel her genuine empathy and honesty to you when she also shared how she got into SHIELD.

Just from hearing stories from Natasha, Steve can tell that you are highly skilled in what you do. But he cannot help to be curious about the sudden recruitment of you. SHIELD already has its practiced IT department, why hire a new one? It became more suspicious when you were separated from other IT specialists in the organization. You have your office on Fury’s floor in the SHIELD headquarters in Washington. In your first weeks, you worked in the office. A month after your arrival, you were assigned to join Steve and Natasha to retake the Lemurian Star that was hijacked by pirates.

“Why is she joining us?” Steve asked Natasha while they waited for you to finish your briefings with Fury. “Isn’t she supposed to be with Fury all the time?”

“She is not his assistant, Rogers. She’s also an agent.” she reminded him, rolling her eyes.

Steve didn’t say anything more. You later joined them in the debriefing with STRIKE while on the quinjet. Steve noticed how quiet you were. You didn’t ask any questions but you seemed focused and ready for the task. You simply nodded when he assigned you to your spot. Steve jumped off the aircraft first. 

Minutes later, he was asking for everyone’s update in the comms. You were the only one not responding if you were in your spot. Just when Steve smashed Batroc into one of the rooms, he sees you pulling out a flash drive from the computer. Your unbothered eyes met his. His eyebrows scrunched together. He was about to say something but the pirate threw a grenade in your direction as he escaped. With your shared coordination, you two jumped to another room. Both you and Steve tried to catch your breath as you two ran for miles.

“Let’s go back to the jet,” you whispered almost breathless. You stood up and walked away, leaving Steve more confused.

“It’s weird to stare.” 

Steve automatically moved his gaze away from you. You two are now in a smaller aircraft SHIELD sent out on the way back to the headquarters. Natasha is with STRIKE and other hostages on the other quinjet. There was an apparent air between you two as you sat in front of each other. You put your leg on top of the other as you continue, 

“You know, if you have questions, you can just ask.”

Steve didn’t hold back and went straight to what he was curious on, “What were you doing with that flash drive?”

“I was getting some files,” you replied matter-of-factly.

“What files? Why?”

“That was my mission.”

“Our mission is to rescue hostages,” Steve stated. He is too annoyed to notice you only answered one of his questions. 

You shook your head, “No, that’s your mission, Captain. I have mine.”

The jet was landing already but you and Steve continued talking.

“You almost jeopardized the whole operation.” he hissed.

“How so?” You raised an eyebrow. “The mission was done well, right? No one really died or got hurt except for the pirates. I retrieved the files I was asked to get while you saved the hostages. I don’t really see any jeopardization there, Cap.” 

You are too composed that Steve can feel his blood boiling from your headstrong attitude, “What are those files for anyway?”

“Eh, none of your business,” you answered cheekily, standing up from your seat.

“Did Natasha even know about this?!”

He did not receive the answer as you strolled out of the jet. Almost half an hour later, Steve marched into Fury’s office later that day, still wearing his stealth suit. Just when he was walking in the hallway to his door, you were walking out of the said office. His jaw clenched when you greeted him with a sarcastic smile,

“Oh, hey, Captain.”

He ignored you, looking ahead. As soon as he entered the room, Steve expressed his dismay and frustration to the director, who was quick to defend you from him. 

“Agent Y/N had a different mission than yours.”

“Which you didn't feel obliged to share.” Steve interjected, “I can't lead a mission when the people I'm leading have missions of their own.”

To gain his trust again, Fury showed him the plans for Project Insight. It didn’t last long since Steve decided to leave before another argument began. He was a few seconds in the elevator when the door opened, revealing you. You now wore a more casual outfit than the one you wore on the mission. Jeans, a striped shirt, and a denim jacket. You also have glasses. It was a new look of yours that he sees since you often wore normal office clothes. There were seconds of silence, only the sound of you opening a lollipop wrapper can be heard. Steve pursed his lips before asking,

“So, the data are for Nick?” You remained quiet and he took it as a silent answer for yes. “

“Look,” you took the candy from your mouth and turned your head to Steve.  “I understand that you don’t really trust me since I suddenly showed up here. I don’t trust you either, okay? You don’t have to waste your time speculating about me and my presence around you. I swear, if you’re going to search my name on Google again, I’m gonna put the worst virus in your phone and computer.”

Blood came rushing to his cheeks and ears. He did search for your name on the Internet. It was a dumb move but he was itching to have any kind of information about the people you worked for.

You proceeded, “I’m just here to do my job to Fury. Not to SHIELD. He needed my skills, I needed to pay for things I’ve done before. Once I cleaned off some dirt on my name to him, I’ll get off this organization.”

“You’re leaving?”

He didn’t mean to sound disappointed but he was obviously surprised. You eyed him like you did not expect him to have such a reaction. You two were in the middle of your exchanged glances when the elevator let out a sound, signaling that you have reached the ground floor. You were the one who broke the exchange, walking out.

“Goodbye, Cap.”

With your stuffed backpack and tied-up hair, you walked farther away. That was the last time Steve saw you. Then, a lot of things happened. A day after that last interaction with you, Fury was shot in Steve’s apartment, where he take possession of the same flash drive you had. Natasha helped him in finding out what was in it. When he asked her about you during a drive to New Jersey, she said that you don’t really plan on staying to be a SHIELD agent or maybe an Avenger.

“She’s probably soul-searching somewhere.” Natasha blurted out, staring out the car window. “That girl has been through shit. The training program she was in almost worked in the same way as the Red Room. She should be living her life the way she wants.”

They discovered later that SHIELD was infiltrated by HYDRA. While in Sam’s place, he wondered if you knew about it. Maybe that was your secret mission to the director. More events happened. He saw Bucky once again. Fury was shown to be alive, aided by Maria Hill. He half-expected that you were with them in their secret facility but you were not. They took down SHIELD and the group’s hidden files were leaked by Natasha to the Internet. Your information is, of course, nowhere there. It was like you made sure that you will never be found by anyone again.

More years and events passed. Ultron happened.  You still passed by Steve’s mind every once in a while. The Sokovia Accords and Avengers split happened. He was too busy that he finally got you out of his head. After laying low, Natasha helped Steve in getting the imprisoned Avengers in the Raft. He had no idea where to go. But fortunately, Natasha says she knows a place where they can stay.

“She…is alive.”

Steve watched you quietly as you socialize with Wanda and Sam. For the first time in years, he saw you again. You welcomed their team into your isolated farm in a foreign country, offering them more comfortable lodging and meals. He was surprised to see you go out of the house when Natasha was landing the quinjet. You still wore the same plain expression on your face but he can see from your eyes that you were more at peace.

“Of course, she is. She just left the country and lived a different life.” Natasha chuckled, sitting beside Steve. “You knew she is alive, right?”

“I did… I guess. But seeing her again after a long time is like a confirmation.”

In their first few days, you and Steve didn’t really interact. You have a large homestead farm, he can see how you can manage living by yourself. He’s been wanting to talk to you. He was unsure why but he knows he wants to apologize. 

“Be patient with her. She doesn’t really talk much about herself to new people unless needed.” Natasha once told him.

“I’m no stranger to her. We worked together before.” Steve spoke defensively.

Natasha clicked her tongue, “Please. In the whole two months she was in SHIELD, you never personally introduce yourself to her.”

Before Steve can get lost in looking back on the time he met you, she spoke again, “If you really want to talk to her, you can try. Just try and have patience.”

Two weeks exactly after they arrived at your place, Steve asked if he can come with you when you were leaving the house to work around your farm. You scanned your eyes from his head to toe before looking back at him again, “Okay.”

“I’m just picking fruits today. So, there’s nothing really much to do.” you shared.

The weather was perfect. The morning sun was kind enough to not be too hot for your skin. You two strolled far away to the house. You seemed more comfortable this time as you were humming some melody like a little kid. Steve’s heart warms seeing that you seemed better than the time you got recruited.

“I really appreciate you letting us stay here for a while, Y/N.” he began, making you pause. “And I want to apologize for being too cynical of you before.”

“It’s fine. I understand,” you replied, not turning around to properly talked to him and just continued walking to one of the trees. “I was someone who have a bad record and worked for wicked people. I wouldn’t trust me either if I were you.”

Steve cannot see your face but the emotion in your voice speaks a lot. It was clear as the blue sky that you still carry the burden of whatever happened in your past.

“It’s not your fault,” Steve spoke softly.

Finally, you turned around, instantly meeting his eyes with a melancholy smile, “I know. But, I still did it. My hands will forever be stained by all the things I’ve done… ”

He can see your eyes turning glossy before you blinked and looked away. You were quick to shake off any threatening tears that could show your weakness. Suddenly, you opened your arms, presenting the tree next to you with a grin.

“Here is my favorite tree in the whole yard!” 

Steve would be lying if he say that he didn’t find it amazing how fast you can change your expressions, almost believable. But he didn’t talk about it. He lets it pass since you seemed pretty excited telling him about the fruits. He didn’t know how long he helped you pick out various fruits such as apples, peaches, and a few oranges. But he didn’t notice that the basket he was holding was full until you pointed it out and told him that you two should wander back to the house.

“How did you have this farm by the way? If you don’t mind me asking.” Steve inquired carefully.

“An old couple sold it to me for a low price. I paid them with the money I got from Nick after doing that job for him. At first, I was aiming for the couple’s house only since I loved how secluded it is. Then, they told me that this farm is included, which was amazing since it can help me avoid driving away to the city every other day for food. So yeah, I bought it.” 

Steve thought that that will be the longest dialogue you would ever say to him. But as every day went by, you got more relaxed in telling him about yourself. You two bonded over early morning coffee chats and picking fruits. And yes, Steve introduced himself to you, letting you know that you can call him by his name. You introduced yourself too with slight mocking:

“Okay, Steve. I’m Y/N. Don’t worry, that’s my real name. Google won’t give you any other name of mine.”

You love waking up early to see the ravishing sunrise while Steve sometimes struggles to fall asleep as he thinks about Bucky in Wakanda and the aftermath of the accords. So, most of the time, the other Avengers in your house will see you two in the morning sitting on the top steps of your front porch with two cups in between.

“Wanda said she’s planning to go with Vision,” Steve confessed in one of your mornings.

You don’t seem surprised as you continued to look ahead and take a sip from your cup, “Yeah, I know. They’ll be staying in Europe.”

“Do you think it will be safe for them?” he expressed his worry with that question.

“He’s an android robot made of vibranium. She can move things with her mind. Steve, I think they are going to survive.” you grinned. But Captain America seemed too serious and concerned with his friend, so you turned in his direction, “Look, they’re going to be fine.  Wanda and Vision are a literal power couple. I don’t think they will let anyone hurt or even lay a finger on them. And based on what Natasha told me, she can see Wanda still evolving her power. I cannot imagine what more she can do when someone hurt anyone she loves. And I know you guys will always come to them if they ever needed help.”

You two sounded like parents who are having a conversation about letting their daughter go live independently. Steve nods at everything you said. Maybe he’s just overthinking things. 

“Whatever you are feeling, it’s fine. You are their leader and you are just concerned about your members.” 

That was the first time he felt your hand over him, giving it a soft squeeze. He saw you doing it to Natasha once when you two were talking alone in the kitchen. He didn’t mean to eavesdrop but it was time Natasha was talking about her sister. You also gave her comfort through your words just like how you did with him now. Other than being a spy or hacker, Steve learned that you were a great friend to everyone too. You and Sam get together well and you can ride along his jokes. With Wanda, you enjoy cooking and watching something on your television. You even prepared an impromptu going away dinner for her before she leaves with Vision. You are like a shapeshifter who can easily get along with everyone.

“Yeah, I definitely became a shapeshifter at one point.” you joked one time. You were getting cozy in one of your cool early mornings with him. You were wearing a white cardigan over your grey nightgown. “By the time Natasha leaked all of SHIELD’s files, I was already out of the United States. I am always ready. I have fake passports and identification cards for different purposes before. I erased all of my information from SHIELD before I left, I knew the government will be after me if I didn’t.”

“Where did you go?”

“I moved from one country to another. It’s fun, you know? Trying out different names and identities. It’s like playing hide and seek.” you shrugged. “Unbeknownst to me, Natasha and Clint were both tracking me down after Ultron happened. They thought they can ask me to join you, guys to avoid such tech issues again. But after what happened to SHIELD, one of the highly-secured organizations before, I don’t think I would want to join any kind of group.”

Steve nodded, “Yeah, it’s hard to trust again after that.”

“That’s why you didn’t sign the accords,” you mumbled like it was a fact.

He didn’t answer but you both know that it was the truth. You two let the silence slip at the moment, only watching the far sky. It was like a painter’s work of art. The rising sun painted the sky with captivating, calming shades of orange, yellow, and pink. Steve tilted his head in your direction when he heard you slowly let out a shaky breath. A single tear rolled down your cheek, making him concerned.

“Are you okay?”

You chuckled, wiping your eyes with the sleeves of your cardigan, “I just love the colors so much.”

You met his furrowed brow gaze. You tried to smile but your lips trembled, “T-This is my fourth year out of that horrible training program. Thanks to Natasha.”

Steve smiled as he was happy with that. You sounded proud and he wanted to maybe greet you for this achievement. But your tears don’t look like from joy, it seems painful.

“Also the same day my mom was shot dead in front of me and I don’t know what to feel about it,” you admitted, sounding more defeated. “I never really got to cry about her death since I was brought to the program right away and we were not allowed to feel anything there. We cannot laugh, cry, or even hum anything. We will be punished if we don’t follow. That… that really sucks.”

You chuckled, one of your many ways to cope. Steve watched you with sympathy. 

“Yet I got away. I’m here.” you wept. But tears kept coming in. “But with all the immoral things I’ve done as a spy, I don’t know if I deserve to be here or feel happy at all. I don’t know.”

It’s not your fault, Steve wanted to remind you again. But you continued, “And I usually spend my days alone. I always try to work around here to distract myself from any kind of emotion. But now, to sit here in peace with someone, in front of this sunrise, my feelings are really all over the place and I feel unworthy of it.”

Gently pushing the coffee cups aside, Steve scooted closer to you. He wrapped an arm around your slumped shoulders. He lets you cry to his shoulder, damping that part of his shirt.

“I know I should feel happy for escaping hell. But my heart hurts so much.”

For the first time in years, you admitted what you have been feeling inside. You never told everyone about it before. Steve is very much aware that you just shared the most intimate confession you had and he appreciates you trusting him with it. 

Two, three, or four minutes flew by, Steve is still holding you to his shoulders and you were calming down. He felt you lifting your head.

Your chest still heaves from your sobs when you spoke, “I-I’m sorry about that. I probably got carried away–”

You stopped when Steve shakes his head side by side slowly, “No, it’s fine. You don’t have to be sorry for everything. It’s okay for you to feel emotions. You’re a person and everything you are feeling right now is valid. You can express whatever you want. Laugh. Cry. Sing whatever song you want. You’re free. No one’s going to hurt you now.”

The moment he said that last sentence, he read the relief showing from your glistened eyes. Your shoulders were shaking when you cried harder. You turned your head down, hiding your face. Steve’s hands carefully reached down to your cheeks. His thumbs softly swiped the trickling tears.

“Feel free to take your time processing your emotions. You can cry for now but you don’t have to carry it with you all the time. And you will never be alone now. You accepted this group of war criminals in your home, so we will stay with you forever. You have no choice.” he tried to lighten up the mood and he grinned when he heard your lips letting out a giggle. “Natasha is here. I’m here. You can come to me, okay?”

You nodded wordlessly against his palms. Steve smiled and you did too, showing more ease than earlier. You looked back at the sky, and he mirrored. The sun is about to shine bright with the white clouds any time now. The mix of colors is almost gone. 

“Everything you said meant a lot. Thank you, Steve,” you murmured. Your eyes are beginning to puff and get weary from that bucket of tears you poured out. You opened your arms and you two shared the warmest bear hug. 

“Thank you for opening up to me, sweetheart,” he replied before planting a kiss on your hair.

That moment unquestionably got you two closer. Your two other housemates, Natasha and Sam, were not shy about showing you two that they noticed it. They would sometimes tease you about it. But you two shook it off.

“Y/N, this is obviously favoritism.” Sam accused you.

Steve and Sam were playing scrabble. Natasha was keeping scores while you check their words in your hefty dictionary book, also given to you by the old owners of the farm.

“No, it’s not, Mr. Wilson. The word was here in my handy dictionary. It’s acceptable.”

The Falcon rolled his eyes, “No one uses flapjack in a sentence anymore.”

“You just did.” you teased him.

Both Natasha and Steve chortled. Sam gaped his mouth open, dramatically reacting.

That’s how their first four months happened in staying in your house. Steve almost forgot that they were just laying low. They still have to be alert to every danger that comes to Earth. Of course, with your tech skills, you still helped them with getting information and making useful gadgets for them with limited resources. Steve was thankful that you lend your skills in tracking growing harmful groups in different countries.

“Can I join you guys?”

Steve paused from fixing his boots when you suddenly barged into his room with a single question. It was unexpected. Earlier that day, Wanda, who’s currently in Scotland, sent out a message to you about Vision’s mind stone. Something strange was going on with it. Steve, Natasha, and Sam immediately planned to go to them as soon as possible. 

“Are you sure, doll?” 

Steve stood from the edge of his bed and walked to you. It has been two years since they came to your quiet farm and they’ve done a lot of missions with your assistance for their techs. But you never volunteered for going on missions.

“I am. I feel like I’m ready and I can help. I will be a great backup.” you insisted. Steve knows something’s going on in your head to make you have a decision like this. He seemed to be thinking deeply, so you added, “I can feel that this is a big mission, Steve. I don’t think I can just sit and wait for you three to come back here. I really want to go this time.”

Steve stared at you even longer. He knows that you are fit for joining them, you are one of the most competent persons he has ever known. But he doesn’t want you to be placed in any dangerous situation. It was like after knowing for a couple of years, all he wants is to keep you protected in this private land you own. But with your strong-willed attitude, he knows he can’t. 

“Steve, you know that I will still go with you even if you say no, right?” you calmly asked.

“Then why are you still asking me this?”

You gulped, stiffened your posture, “Because… I want you to know that I trust you and you are important to me. Even if I won’t follow you if you’ll say no, you are important to me.”

With how quiet the whole room became, he can hear the heavy beats of your heart. He knew, by the rhythm of it, that it was almost identical to his own heartbeats every time he sees you at the start of his day.

“I know you are already Captain America but I want to be with you in all of your battles. I want to fight next to you than to stay here, wondering how are you.  I want to protect you. So I can make sure that I will still see you at the end of the day. I want to make sure that I will hear your voice calling me whatever nicknames you like because I love it. I love it and all the other things you do for me. The simple meals, the walk to the trees,  the coffee sessions in front of sunrise, and all the hundreds of kisses you left on my hair, forehead, cheeks, and nose. All of them. And sometimes, I wish you just–”

Absolutely caught off guard, Steve pulled your waist closer to him and placed his lips on yours. You didn’t react at first but you kissed him back. And at that moment, he cannot think of anything else except you. Your charming smile, your hearty laugh, and the humming of your voice every time you two walked outside to pick fruits. He suddenly felt your fingertips combing through his growing hair. He gasped when you slightly pulled his hair. But before the kiss could deepen, you pulled away.

“Your beard tickles,” you murmured, making Steve laugh. “But I like it. You looked really good with it.”

Instead of responding, Steve just peppered your face with kisses.

“Okay, I’ll take that as a ‘Yes, you can go with us’.” you giggled.

Steve raised a brow, “It means to say ‘I love you’. But yeah, sure, come with us.”

You squealed and ran out of the room to prepare. Steve grinned seeing you so excited. But then, you come back, poking your head to his open door.

“Oh, and I love you too.”

Steve already played this game with you before. Now, he is willing to wait. But it’s hard when it feels like you’ve been pushing him farther and farther away.

additional a/n: whoo! that was my longest writing. i'm really sorry it took me long to update. I'll be posting the final/next chapter of this series before posting for my other works. that's all. thank you for reading<3

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I miss you, I’m sorry.

TW: drug use mentioned, grief, mourning etc.

relationships: Maria Hill/Natasha Romanov (past) Yelena Belova & Natasha Romanov (past),Yelena Belova & Maria Hill.

additional tags: grief, Natasha Romanoff Is Dead, Soft Yelena Belova, Maria Hill & Yelena Belova Friendship.

prompt (last two quotes): @prompts-in-a-barrel

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Yelena’s days have been blending forever, since the news of Natasha’s death reached her. The heavy feeling on her chest has not left ever since, even drugs didn’t help her anymore. The white powder was stashed all around the room, but she had no energy or intention of getting it, that would require to get out of bed, which she stayed in for the past two days. There was a small refrigerator in her apartment, that required her to get up too, so she didn’t eat much, only when she had to get up to the bathroom and passed it, it was convenient.

The feelings had nowhere to go, she felt as if she was sinking and now there was no one to save her, the one that would save her was the reason she was sinking. The only comfort she had was from looking at the old photos from the album, Melina gave her. It was all fake, but not for her, not for the girls in the photos and not for her now. She also called her sister, every once in awhile, just to hear her voice one more time, because what if she forgets how she sounds or looks? What kind of a horrible sister would that make her?

So that’s what she did, again and again and again, she figured maybe the Avengers were paying her phone bill, because if not the number would’ve been given to someone else. She hated the thought of it, she would pay for the bills herself if she could. Her eyes flickered across the room, as she breathed heavily, quitting is hard, but she has to, for Natalia. Yelena knew that her sister would hate to see her this way, with no energy to shower, eat, all she did was sleep and think to the point where she had a headache that refused to leave her, no matter how many medications she took, so she gave up, just like with everything else in life.

Because she saw no life besides Natasha and the blip made it this way, Natasha was gone and Yelena could do nothing, could not go back in time, could not save her big sister, like she saved her. Yelena stared at the bright screen that was the only thing giving off lights in her apartment. It was around 3AM, per usual. She slept through the day and was wide awake at night, ready to do what she does every night, call Natalia. She picked the number and put her phone against her ear as the phone rang and her breath got more and more shallow with each beep. She couldn’t stop the tears flooding into her eyes, as she thought of her sister, her poor poor sister.

Her breath stopped as the voicemail did not appear, instead a voice on the other end, a raspy voice, definitely of a woman, definitely not her sisters. Which she hoped for, she hoped to one day hear her voice, hear Natalia pick up, it was impossible, but she could always hope. 

“Hello? Hello?! Who is this? What are you some kind of a stalker? This isn’t funny, you can’t keep calling this number, it’s not like she’s picking up.” 

Yelena felt her throat getting tight, as she tried to figure out what she should say, the phone was definitely still owned by Natasha, her voicemail was there just yesterday, but who the hell has her phone?

“Um…” she cleared her throat as she tried to make the tears go away and focus. “I’m not a stalker… And I-I know she’s not picking up, okay?!” Her voice went from trembling and uncertain to upset, because how could they assume she was joking.

“Then who are you? And how did you even get Tasha’s number, huh?”

Tasha. Oh her dear dear Tasha, Yelena thought to herself as she wiped the tears with the sleeve of her sweater.

“It’s not saved? In her phone?” A bit of disappointed Yelena asked, because it was clear that her sister, in fact had not saved her number. 

“It is, but she saved no numbers with names, so why don’t introduce yourself?” The woman seemed to soften up, by her tone, but that’s when Yelena realised she also had no idea who she was talking to.

“Yelena, Yelena Belova. And I would also like to know who I am talking to!” She demanded, her tone was uneasy as she kept switching between tough and soft. Her mind was a mess, you could see that and hear that, but she has a mission, find out who has Natalia’s phone and maybe get it back with some luck.

“Oh…Yelena.” The name sounded as if the woman said it a thousand times, but Yelena never even heard her, she may be grieving, but she hasn’t lost her skills. “My name is Maria, Maria Hill. I know that you, you don’t know me. But she talked about you all the time, at least before the blip… I left for the 5 years and…” The voice on the other end broke slightly down as she took a long deep breath in and out. “You already know what happens next.”

Yelena sniffed as she tried to think, did Natasha ever mention a Maria? No, no… she didn’t.

“Why do you have her phone? Who gave it to you? Who are you to her? Why did you pick up? What—“ Yelena went out and asked everything right away, Maria interrupted her as she started to explain.

“I’m Maria Hill-Romanov, her wife… That’s why I have her phone, it was given to me after she passed, along…most of her stuff, some got lost…” She paused for a second as she breathed heavily, trying to keep herself from falling apart or spiralling into a panic attack.

“I picked up, because you do this every night, every night around this time you call, sometimes twice. But you don’t expect an answer, do you?”

“No, no I do not. I just want to hear her, one more time. I don’t want to forget.” Yelena’s voice cracked mid-sentence. 

“I understand.” Maria says as she moves the phone, possibly away from her face, Yelena could still her her slightly, the woman weeping on the other end.

“You can call here then. It’s okay, I pay the bill for her phone, so it won’t get disconnected as long as I’m alive.” Maria tried to comfort her, the best she could and she was not good in that. How could she comfort another if she couldn’t comfort herself, she thought.

Soon after that the call went silent, the two just sat there for good two minutes, crying and wiping their tears, but not being alone was their comfort, it was odd for sure, but grief is an odd feeling itself. You miss them, but you can’t get them back and you know it, but you don’t know it. And it sometimes takes you down or hits you when you hear their favourite song or see their favourite movie, you guys watched together a thousand times. It strikes you then, tries to keep you down, until you give up.

“You know… It’s strange I know she’s dead… I’ve accepted it, but no matter how much time goes by, I still feel like I’m just waiting for her to comeback.” Maria’s voice was shaky, the two stayed on the call together for two hours, for two hours they talked, cried and there was also silence, but it did not bother them. 

However the call had to end, Maria had a job in the morning, she continued to work alongside Fury and whatever was left of SHIELD. She had to go and she hated to leave Yelena.

“It’s not strange, I feel the same. Like life stopped then she left and can’t start until she’s here again.”

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FIC REC WEEK 12 – OTHER MARVEL SHIPS

BRUCE/NATASHA

As in Animal Life by kvikindi

Pairing: Bruce/Natasha Rating: T Words: 6,667 Tags: Childhood Trauma, Past Child Abuse, Exposure Therapy

Summary: The thing is: people think it must be unpleasant. Because that's what they think that anger is. And maybe it is, for them. Bruce can't know what normal life's like. Is it a physical discomfort, like nausea or a headache, like an ache in the joints, an unscratchable itch? For him it's— not. But then, he's always been different.

Reasons why I love it: This fic feels very much like a character study. It's fascinating how Bruce views the world through the lens of science, and his inner thoughts whenever he's talking to Natasha feel very in-character. This fic is thought-provoking in the best possible way, and it made me want to read everything this author has ever written. Definitely go and check it out!

other maps will tell you by zauberer_sirin

Pairing: Bruce/Natasha Rating: G Words: 3,730 Tags: Post-Movie(s), Unresolved Sexual Tension, Slow Build

Summary: Bruce keeps moving from place to place. Natasha is assigned to keep an eye on him. They start meeting halfway.

Reasons why I love it: I love this kind of subtle storytelling, where the action is all in the details. Natasha and Bruce growing more and more comfortable with each other without really noticing when it happens feels really powerful, especially considering their backstory. This fic is amazing, and I hope you check it out for yourself!

Candy Crush by Deastar

Pairing: Bruce/Natasha Rating: NR Words: 1,182 Tags: Fluff, Humor, Superhuman Life

Summary: As soon as there’s a lull in the conversation, he says, staring into his microscope, “You’re not getting any older.” “I am,” she replies, “but you’re right – only very slowly. As are you.”

Reasons why I love it: This fic just puts the biggest smile on my face. They're so sweet, and I love the matter-of-fact way they promise each other forever, it's so fucking cute. The dialogue is so well-written, and the ending just melts my heart. I love this fic so much, and I bet you will too, so please give it a shot!

although it's so romantic on the borderline tonight. by paperclipbitch

Pairing: Bruce/Natasha Rating: T Words: 6,337 Tags: Post-Movie(s), Avengers Family, First Kiss

Summary: Post-movie. “You shouldn’t google yourself,” Natasha tells Bruce.

Reasons why I love it: I really enjoyed this look into Natasha's mind. She's witty and sassy, and I love the way that she and Bruce fit together in this. There are many great moments, and I hope you go and check this fic out so you can experience them for yourself!

The Means of Measure by websandwhiskers

Pairing: Bruce/Natasha Rating: T Words: 2,577 Tags: Team Dynamics, Natasha Backstory, Friendship

Summary: Natasha doesn't have a birthday.

Reasons why I love it: This one is more of an Avengers Family fic than a Brutasha fic, but I had to rec it, because I love it so much. The details about Natasha's backstory, the humor in the beginning, the serious note it ends on – I love it all. Seriously, if you haven't read it yet, you need to check it out, because it's fantastic.

#brutasha #brucenatasha #marvel #ficrec #fic rec #fanfic rec #a year in fanfic recs

[bucky-h0e]

Warnings: Bucky and Alpine being cute, a lot of song lyrics written out, Bucky being forced to deal with Alpine's dramatics, Alpine gets in her feels, Alpine can sing, Bucky having headaches, mentions of Bucky dancing

Serendipity Masterlist

Alpine 'introducing' Bucky to music (AKA. Alpine Aggressively Breaking Out Into Song)

Alpine is little ball of sunshine and the type of person who uses music to reflect her mood

she has a little collection of speakers that she uses, each with their different strength

bucky normally hears it before he gets out the lift to their floor

its nice

it gives him a clue as to how Alpine's day was

and it's a regular thing to expect

if bucky had one complaint

just one

it would be that Alpine HAS to sing the songs

she wasn't a bad singer

no she was pretty good to be honest

it was that it was always so aggressive

it could be a love song and she's staring him down aggressively singing her feelings towards him

she's emotionally constipated in that department so it's the only time she actually has the guts to do it

the first instance of her aggressive love was a few days after they'd officially met

bucky was still going to therapy at this stage and to be honest he fucking needed it after this incident

he had just been watching tv in his bare ass apartment, sat on the floor when he heard the undeniable thump thump of one of Alpine's speakers coming through the door

Alpine ever the respectful young adult came barging in, a small portable speaker in her hand, oversized clothing and messy ass hair

she's obviously having a grand time, singing her songs and Bucky had stood up so quickly by now

she had warned him that now they were 'friends', she'd be barging in on him

to which he replied

"I will kill you."

and she simply said

"Bet"

now he hadn't actually done anything, only been ready to defend himself

every time it happened, he was worried he's on day actually hurt her

this girl fucking laughs whenever he gets in a defensive stance and claimed its 'exposure therapy' - bullshit he'd checked with his therapist but she was no help because she just teased him about having a soft spot for the youth

Alpine had been cleaning her place, when 'Unwritten' by Natasha Bedingfield came blaring through her speakers

she listened to the full song first, happily singing and cleaning when she wondered how Bucky would react to the happy tune

this man is so grumpy and hates life and people - he needs to feel the rain on his skin (pun definitely intended)

so rather than politely recommend the song

Alpine will force this poor man to listen to her song recommendations

"Staring-"

"Alpine what the fuck?!"

"-AT THE BLANK PAGE BEFORE YOU, OPEN UP THE DIRTY WINDOW, LET SUN ILLUMINATE THE WORDS THAT YOU CANNOT FIND REACHING-"

ya'll remember the video of the kid in the car?

yeah, that Alpine in this moment

Bucky's bare ass apartment means that she can have a little dance around whilst she (very beautifully in her opinion) serenades this 106 year old grouch

"-FEEL THE RAIN ON YOUR SKIN-"

she's started his tap, put her hand under the water and started flicking it at him

(if it had been raining she would have forced his head out the window lets be honest)

"-NO ONE ELSE CAN FEEL IT FOR YOU, ONLY YOU CAN LET IT IN. NO ONE ELSE, NO ELSE CAN SPEAK THE WORDS ON YOUR LIPS-"

dramatic head turns and aggressive pointing at the very confused man

honestly, he's watching this little show thinking that if HYDRA had forced him to watch this he probably would have just behaved himself so that he didn't have to see it ever again

"are you done?"

"NO!"

replays the song until bucky has a noise complaint from their downstairs neighbours

Alpine has to buy dinner as an apology

Bucky defo tells Raynor in their next session

"She sounds like a nice kid, James."

"She's a psycho, Doc."

Alpine loves all songs, especially upbeat songs or songs that have a certain

spark

something that she can never forget or get out of her head if it randomly shuffles onto her playlist

case and point

Gwen Stefani's "The Sweet Escape".

Akon's 'woo-hoo, yee-hoo's?

yeah, she's screaming those

Bucky is terrified

one Halloween, Alpine and her friends decided to dress up as Bucky, Sam and Steve for their party

she's painted her left arm intricately to look like Bucky's using pictures she had of him

since it was hosted at Alpine's place, Sam and Bucky decided to pop over

Sam wanted to show Bucky what a party of a twenty year old looked like in the 21st century

man was traumatised

not by the loud music and LED flashing lights

the mess or the mass of bodies in barely there clothing

no

it was Alpine, dressed as him, singing this song

"IF I COULD ESCAPE!"

she is definitely drunk - so so so drunk

"AND RECREATE A PLACE AS MY OWN WORLD. AND I COULD BE YOUR FAVOURITE GIRL! PERFECTLY TOGETHER, AND TELL ME BOY NOW WOULDN'T THAT BE SWEET!"

her friend (dressed as Sam) was cheering her on as she stood on her coffee table, singing and swinging her hips to the song

Sam was laughing so fucking hard, he thought his lungs would actually collapse

"I KNOW I'VE BEEN A REAL BAD GIRL!"

Bucky could die

he would love to die right now

especially with Sam asking him if he'd been a bad girl

if the ground swallowed him up right now

he would be happy

Sam decides that he too could die after Alpine's friend joins her on the table, hand on her hip as they start shouting those god damn woo hoo's

it was on this day that Bucky decided that he wasn't particularly fond of this song

But Sam has already made it his ringtone and has a picture of a drunk, smiling Alpine dressed in this Halloween costume hugging a less than impressed but soft Bucky set as his profile picture.

the song came on again later in the night after the party had ended, leaving the trio and Alpine had convinced Sam to sing it with her

they gave Bucky a concert which he loved (despised)

he is still heavily traumatised from seeing a female version of himself screaming these lyrics

used it as blackmail against Sam

"One wrong move and I show the world that Captain America has been a real bad girl."

now Alpine adores upbeat, songs that she can sing and dance to

she will dance in the street quite happily (she's got the scary guard dog privilege that is Bucky Barnes)

but if theres one thing that would drive her

f e r a l

it's the opportunity to be dramatic

she could be having a great day

her relationships are going great

she got a promotion

she's making bank

it doesn't matter how good the day is going

when certain songs come on

suddenly she's just come home from a war that she's barely made it out alive from

her boyfriend of 5 years has cheated on her and she's been kicked out of her apartment

this girl sings the heartbreak like it's actually happening

These are the times that Bucky is actually worried that he's befriended a psychopath

it'll be a normal day, Bucky would be coming back from morning run

he'd introduced it just to get some sort of routine in his day

catching his breath, he'd do a little knock on Alpine's door before turning to unlock his own door

they'd started knocking to let the other know if they were leaving or if they were back from a place

they can't really place when they started it - but it made them both relax knowing that the other got home safely

Alpine, ever the nosey neighbour, opens the door

headphones on, shouting right at the poor man

"WE COULD HAVE HAD IT AAALLLL!"

"wHAT THE HELL!"

"ROLLING IN THE DEEEEPPPP"

"Alpine seriously, one of these days my instincts are going to kick in before I can stop them and you will get smacked"

"YOU HAD MY HEART INSIDE OF YOUR HANDS"

"you're not even listening to me"

she's kneeling on the ground as if bucky had just betrayed her in battle

"AND YOU PLAYED IT, TO THE BEAT"

Bucky deadass leaves her there and closes the door on her, sick of her shit or the day

but he's laughing to himself when he hears her still singing her little heart out form her apartment

the neighbours are looking out their door wondering who let the young girl move in

she was normal before Barnes moved in

that's a lie, she was just anti-social

and she stole most of their coupons so no wonder her neighbours didn't talk to her

and god forbid she go through an actual break up

she's this annoying with imagined scenarios, imagine if someone actually cheated on her or broke up with her just out of the blue

she's lying on the floor, staring at the ceiling singing her feels until her friends have to call Bucky in because none of their tactics are working

this is the ONLY time Bucky will actually play any of her music

she is definitely a swiftie, i feel like she has a specific playlist just for her taylor moments

she tries to get Bucky into it but he likes 40s music

also tries to get Sam into it and it works

he's a secret swiftie and no one can tell me otherwise

most of the songs she pushes onto Bucky are Taylor Swift songs, they're the ones that get stuck in her head the most often

she also requests them when she's drunk so you can imagine Sam driving her and Bucky back to their hotel after a Wilson cookout

she definitely had a few too many, requesting Taylor Swift the whole way back

Bucky is shaking his head because he imagines this is what looking after an actual child is like

Sam relents, starts playing her playlist

Alpine is loving life, drunk in the back of the car, in her feels and little imaginary scenarios that surface whenever she listens to music

"I'M DRUNK IN THE BACK OF THE CAR AND I CRIED LIKE A BABY COMING HOME FROM THE BAR! SAID I'M FINE BUT THAT WASN'T TRUE, I DON'T WANNA KEEP SECRETS JUST TO KEEP YOU AND I SNUCK IN THROUGH THE GARDEN GATE, EVERY NIGHT THAT SUMMER JUST TO SEAL MY FATE"

"AND I SCREAM FOR WHAT EVER ITS WORTH I LOVE YOU AIN'T THAT THE WORST THING YOU EVER HEARD-"

Bucky has to physically take a breath, watching her in shock and amusement as she belts they lyrics out, drunk out of her mind

is definitely shocked when Sam also joins in

"-HE LOOKS UP GRINNING LIKE A DEVIL!"

he is definitely impressed in times like this

but it's also times like this where he gets headaches and songs stuck in his head because Alpine doesn't shut up when she's drunk

honestly, she's awful (more on that later)

but he like's this version more than any other version of drunk Alpine

her other songs of choice include a lot of suggestive songs

surprisingly, they've have had long drunken discussions about these songs

shes drunk

he's unfortunately sober, wishing he had some of that good asgardian alcohol

"So he's saying he could fuck 24/7, seven days a week, which is why I think he's actually a super soldier."

"There are only two super soldier's in the world kid, you're looking at one of them." And i'm not sharing any aspect of my sex life with you."

"yeah but if there were going to be another one he would definitely be an option."

"Yeah whatever kid, just go to sleep"

"besides, you don't have a sex life. you got no game with the ladies. fuckin nerd."

"rude."

"Sorry, you're right, even the nerdiest nerd has more game than you."

"I will suffocate you in your sleep"

"STEVE ROGERS HAD MORE GAME THAN YOU AND HE JUMPS OUT OF WINDOWS WITH A GLORIFIED DINNER PLATE"

what did he do to deserve this type of abuse

honestly

and god forbid if she goes through a break up

the next time she's being dramatic, her and Bucky are chilling in his place

she's doing some shopping on her laptop, headphones in humming to the songs

Bucky is watching TV, wondering what he should order for their dinner because he didn't want to cook and Alpine had cooked for them their other night

(domesticated little cuties)

it's a nice sense of peace for Bucky

it feels like home

especially when Alpine starts singing softly

he prefers these moments

as said before, Alpine isn't a bad singer, she's good

and Bucky finds her voice soothing

especially when she's singing the slower, heart warming songs that don't stress too much on her vocals

so when she started singing to the song playing through her head phones softly, he closed his eyes and just listened

she'd noticed, disconnected her headphones so he could hear the notes

"And I thank God everyday, for the girl he sent my way..."

Oddly, Bucky connects ot it

its a song about romance, but he things of his relationship with Alpine

what they had was a family bond and he'd do anything to protect it

most nights he found himself thanking his lucky starts for his little neighbour

"But i know the things he gives me.... he can take away..."

that was definitely something Bucky was worried about, something he dreaded would happen.

it was why he was so protective of her

"And I hold you everynight.... that's a feeling i wanna get used to... but there's no man as terrified as the man who stands to lose you..."

oh wow Bucky definitely relates to this song

it's nice

for once he understands the songs she's singing

and its a nice, calm, serene song

he's looking forward to the rest of it

Alpine has a little grin on her face, not that he can see it

"mmm... Please.... stay..."

her voice changes

"I want you, I need you, oh God"

it's slightly deeper and she sounds more troubled than before

"Don't take"

Bucky opens his eyes and glances at her

"THESE BEAUTIFUL THINGS THAT I'VE GOT"

she stands and starts mimicking the guitar aggressively, pointing to Bucky

"I WANT YOU I NEED YOU OH GOD. DON'T TAKE THESE BEAUTIFUL THINGS THATS IVE GOT!"

Bucky is grinning and laughing

it's the only time he's truly, truly enjoyed her dramatics, despite the screaming at him

Alpine is grinning at him, jumping up on his new couch next to him singing those high notes before falling to her knees next to him and grabbing his arm as she finished the song

he applauds her and she bows

yeah, he enjoys those moments

until she charges him for the private show

"$50!? it was one song!"

"i did choreography and everything"

he doesn't pay, obviously but she's takes payment in the form of the dinner she was already getting so-

at the end of the day, Alpine is a child at heart

she get's excited and loves to express her self

unlike a certain super soldier

so her introducing him to modern music normally turns into him getting it stuck in his head because she's been replaying the same song for around 2 hours doing a task

or because she's singing at the top of her lungs

as much as he isn't a fan of 21st century music, he loves watching the little performances of Alpine and occasionally Sam

and yes, whilst he may be tempted to join them, he would rather die

he handles the instrumental versions of things extremely well

Lyrics can be lost on him sometimes.

but he does get his chance to join in though because she adds some 40s style music to her playlists for him, and when he hears that he often brings her in for a dance when it's been a particularly good day

sometimes, very oftenly so, if a modern song carries the same tune and tempo, he'll carry on the dance

"Oh ho! Wait until Sam hears about this. Bucky Barnes dancing to modern music!"

"Go ahead, he'll never believe you."

denies it every happened when she tells Sam at their next family dinner

"I swear he danced!"

"Bucky? Dancing? You think I'd fall for that?"

"But he did!"

Bucky simply offers an evil grin when she asks him to tell Sam the truth

"you're delusional kid"

#bucky imagine #bucky barnes imagine #bucky fanfic #bucky barnes #james bucky barnes #bucky and alpine #bucky fluff #mcu bucky barnes #alpine #mcu imagine #mcu james barnes #james bucky buchanan barnes #james buchanan barnes #james barnes #mcu sam wilson #mcu winter soldier #sam wilson and alpine #sam wilson #the falcon and the winter soldier #falcon #winter soldier and alpine #winter soldier fic #human!alpine #human alpine #bucky barnes found family #alpine barnes #alpine the cat

[yelenasdiary]

Avenger Down

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff X Fem! Reader.

Summary: Your body is run down, Natasha is on a mission, coming home to find you unwell.

Word count: 0.6K

Warnings: None

Type: Fluff

AC: I really couldn’t decide if I wanted to make this with Natasha or Wanda, I hope you enjoy this! 

Natasha just got back to the compound after being on a mission for 3 weeks. Exhausted and bruised all she wanted to do was go home to her girlfriend. “Nat, are you joining us for some drinks?” Tony asked as they entered the compound. “Not today boys” Natasha looked at the rest of the team. “Just stay for one” Steve added. “Y/n hasn’t replied to any of my texts so I just wanna go home and make sure everything is okay, you understand” she smiled lightly, picking up her travel bag from the floor. “You know where we’ll be if you need us” Tony gave Nat a nod.

Meanwhile, you were at home with aches and pains, a blocked nose, a fever, and a stubborn headache that refused to fade away. You most definitely weren’t ignoring Natasha or anybody else for that matter, you just tried to sleep off the flu that has consumed you. Natasha turned the key unlocking the door to the shared apartment to find the house cold and dark. “Y/n?” she called out, placing her back on the kitchen countertop before switching on the living room light. With no response from you, she made her way through to the bedroom. She smiled to herself as the light switched on and she saw the scene before her. 

“The light baby” you groaned, pulling the covers over your head. “Sorry love” Natasha whispered as she turned the light off. She walked over to you, sitting on the edge of the bed beside you. “Do you want me to run you a hot bath baby?” she rubbed your back softly. “I have a fever” you spoke through your blocked nose, “I’m cold then I’m too hot and then I’m cold again” you added. “How about a cup of lemon tea then?” Natasha suggested. You nodded slowly, “please” you mumbled. Natasha smiled once more before kissing your forehead “coming right up!” she spoke before you heard her leave the room. 

“Everything okay?” Steve’s text to Natasha read. 

“Yeah, I’ve got an Avenger down with the flu!” she replied while she waited for the kettle to boil before she cleaned up some of the dishes that were in the sink. 

“Here you go love, it’s hot, don’t burn your lips” Natasha spoke softly placing the hot drink on the bedside table next to you. “Thank you” you pouted as you whipped your nose on a tissue. “I’m going to have a shower and then I come back we can cuddle” Natasha grabbed her PJs from the wardrobe. “I love that idea; I really do but you’ll get sick, and I don’t want to get what I have” you sat up, taking the tea from the table. “Well lucky for you, I don’t care” Natasha smiled at you as she left for the bathroom. You shock your head before taking a sip of the hot drink. 

When Natasha returned, you weren’t in the bed she last saw you in. “Y/n?” she called softly, not to encourage the headache you had. “No” you called back from the guest room. “What are you doing?” Nat chuckled to herself as she stood in the doorway of the guest room. “I told you, I don’t want you to get this” you replied with your eyes closed, tiredness taking over you. “But what if I want all that?” Nat said in a joking tone. “Nat, please” you mumbled, fighting the need for more sleep. You felt Natasha get into the bed and pulled you close to her, “Shush baby, get some rest, pretend I’m not here if you have to” she whispered as you felt her run her fingers through your hair. Sinking into her touch, grabbing her free hand, and wrapping it around you, “okay I was wrong, maybe I do want you to get all this” you joked. You felt Nat chuckle before falling asleep to the relaxing way she ran her fingers through your hair and held you close. “Get some rest my little germ” she whispered before kissing the top of your head.

#natasha romanoff x reader #natasha romanoff #marvel #black widow #the avengers #fanfiction #one shot

[currentlyfckingurmom]

Her Song part 3

"Ash, I have no idea what the fuck I'm supposed to do. She's had a headache for two days and she's been asleep for like thirty hours. Do I take her to the emergency room? I should definitely take her to the hospital, right?" I ramble through the phone, panicking as I run a shaky hand through my hair.

"Y/N, calm down. I'm sure she's fine. You're prone to migraines, too, so I'm sure that's all it is. Don't take her to the hospital just yet. If it makes you feel better, call the ER or her doctor and ask," Ashlynn responds.

"I guess. It's just- it feels like something is wrong, you know? Like there's this pit in my stomach that won't go away and it's suffocating me."

"That's called being a mother, sweetheart. Syd is going to be fine. I really have to go to class now, okay? I love you, asshole."

"Love you, bitch."

I hang up and throw my phone on the couch. Ash has class today and Syd has felt sick since that night Florence came in, so David is running the store by himself. It's not ideal and I'm definitely going to buy him donuts to apologize, but I can't just leave a sick child by herself.

I groan and lay down on the floor, staring up at the ceiling fan. Syd is asleep for now, but she'll probably wake back up in a couple of hours because her head hurts. I just have no idea what to do for her. Maybe it's just a migraine and it seems worse because she's so young? I'm trying to convince myself that there's nothing seriously wrong, but I'm failing miserably at it.

I lift my arm and feel around the couch cushions for my phone. I grab it and look up Syd's pediatrician in my contacts. It rings a few times before he picks up.

"This is Dr. Lancaster's office. What can I do for ya?"

"Hello, this is Y/N Y/L/N. My daughter is Syd Y/L/N."

"Oh, of course! I remember my favorite patient. How is the little pumpkin?"

"Well, she's not exactly great. She's had a headache for the past two days, most of which she's slept through. She's in a lot of pain and I don't know what to do," I explain.

"Is she showing any other symptoms? A cough, fever, vomiting..." he trails off.

"Not at the moment, no. She was running a fever for a few hours when this first started, but I got it back down pretty quick. Do you think I should take her to the hospital? Or to you?"

"I don't think we should jump to extremes yet. Right now, I'm sure all she needs is some rest and her mom, okay? If the headache is still present in two days, her temperature spikes, or she starts throwing up, then I want you to bring her to the hospital. Sound good?"

"Yeah, okay. Thank you, Dr. Lancaster."

"Of course. Say hi to Syd for me."

"I will, bye."

I hang up the phone for the second time and slide it in my pocket. Deciding I should check on the demon child, I walk through our apartment and quietly enter her room. The blackout curtains are pulled closed, and the only source of light and noise is Shrek quietly playing on the TV.

She's still sound asleep, and I gently put my hand to her forehead to check her temperature. She's not running a fever. I sigh in relief and slide into the small twin bed next to her.

Looking at the collection of Marvel posters taped to her wall, I silently chuckle. Of course, there's a giant poster of Natasha and Yelena smack dab in the middle of the wall. I'm just glad that Syd didn't recognize Florence when she was in the store; Syd would totally freak out. And I doubt she would understand that Florence isn't actually Yelena.

Since the movie finished a long time ago, "I'm a Believer" is just playing on repeat with the menu on the screen. Which is very annoying. I only lay there for a few more minutes before leaving because that damn song is getting extremely obnoxious.

Once I'm back into the living area of the apartment, I check my phone. There are a few texts from David.

David: Yo, Florence Pugh is here. I repeat, FLORENCE PUGH IS IN YOUR STORE. This is wild!

David: I'll send you a picture.

Me: No, David! Do not take any pictures of her. Leave her alone. She's still a normal person.

David: Omg, she just asked if you were here. How tf do you know Florence freaking Pugh?

Me: This is not a very professional way to speak to your boss, you know.

David: Don't avoid the question. Why is she asking for you?

Me: She's come in twice before. We talked. Drop the subject, dude.

David: Fine, I'll just ask Ash. She'll tell me.

Me: David, no. Get back to work.

David: Fine.

I sigh in exasperation at his looney disposition. I won't lie, though; I want to know why she was asking for me, too. The rental on the vinyl doesn't end for four more days, and I'm 100% confident that it isn't scratched or anything. Did she actually want to talk to me? I hope it has nothing to do with that text she got the other night. She seemed really upset after getting it; I hope everything is okay. Not that it would be any of my business anyway.

"Momma?" Syd mumbles as she emerges from her room, wrapped in her favorite blanket.

"Yeah, babe?"

"Can we please have mac and cheese? And dino nuggets?"

"Of course. Are you feeling a little better?" I ask as she slumps down next to me on the couch.

"Mhm. My head doesn't hurt anymore."

"That's good. I'll go make your food," I say as I stand up and walk to the kitchen. "Even though it's three in the afternoon," I add on under my breath.

"Don't act like you don't always want mac and cheese and dino nuggets," Syd sasses me.

"Well then don't act like me."

"But I wanna be just like you!"

"Babe, I was a stripper at seventeen years old," I deadpan.

"What's a stripper?"

"Nevermind."

#florence pugh x y/n #florence pugh #florence pugh x you #florence pugh x reader #yelena belova

[lokisprettygirl]

Hear me now (Jotun Loki x Female Reader AU) (18+)

Read chapter 20 here //Series Masterlist

Chapter 21

Summary : Loki confronts Priscilla about her lies. You find a life changing truth about yourself.

Trigger Warning : alcohol abuse, mention of diseases, talk of pregnancy, toxic relationship

You woke up with a headache and groaned. You drank last night and now you were regretting it "Should have drank water you dumbass" you grumbled to yourself as you got out of the bed, you had to work and you didn't think you'd be able to do it today.

Your chest hurt as well and you didn't understand the reason for it. It has been happening for a month now, at first it was mild but now you get sharp pains once in a while. You have read before that people have actually died of a broken heart, but if you had death coming for you , you would have died sooner than this.

You took a shower and got ready, you looked like utter crap as you looked at yourself in the mirror before you left for work.

"Are you sick?" Natasha asked you as you both sat down for lunch but you felt nauseated enough to not want to eat.

"I am..just hungover" she gave you a look of disappointment as she heard that.

"It's been two months. By the way did you hear a response from him, for the card that you sent on Christmas?" She asked you and your eyes teared up, you did have a dream where he whispered a I love you after he saw the card but dreams are not real. You weren't expecting a response from him, you were also regretting sending it now that you didn't hear from him, he must think of you as so desperate. And god forbid If Priscilla got her hands on it before him, it would ruin their relationship again.

"Look y/n you had a chance to snatch him away, he loved you and a little persuasion would have made him come crawling to you"

"I can't do that to his family" and you didn't feel worthy of being with a god anyways. The villagers looked at him like a superior being and you shouldn't have gotten a chance to even get in his presence let alone be someone he chose to love.

"Exactly..since you wanted to be a nice person and shit, be that person, commit to it"

You nodded as she said that, she truly wished things didn't have to be like that, she never wanted you to be so unhappy again but this was the truth now. He was gone and living his life with his perfect family.

"What if he's not happy there, what if he's sad?" You asked her and she sighed

"If he was he would be here, Just get back to work" she tapped on your shoulder as she got up in a comforting manner. When you went home, you made a cup of tea and snuggled Cat on the couch. It was Sunday tomorrow and you didn't have to work.

You could just stay here and sulk. You felt your chest burning again and a fit of cough started. You were definitely getting sick with something you could tell, maybe a pneumonia, you have had that before but you can't afford to be sick right now. You placed your hand on your mouth to not cough all over Cat and when you looked at your hand, it had blood spots splattered on it.

"Well that's not normal now is it?"

Loki wanted to see what Priscilla was doing behind his back again so a week after the New years he followed her again into the city. She chose a different cafe today, she was wearing a new dress, but that's not the dress she had on when she left the house. He saw her stopping at a reststop to change.

He sat down on the station inside the cafe and had his back turned towards her, she wouldn't recognise him in this form anyways.

He looked like a midgardian, albeit a handsome one, his eyes were green, skin white, this is the appearance he gave him when he was kidnapped as a toddler. The marks gave him a distinct look and without them he was unrecognizable, besides Priscilla had never seen this form before.

He waited for the man he saw two weeks ago to arrive but he was surprised to see it was some different man, a new man. They talked, had a drink and then they were off to go somewhere so he followed them, he stayed behind to not look suspicious and they stopped outside a hotel. He didn't need to go inside to know what they planned to do in there.

So she was sleeping with different men every week? That filled him with disgust. He went home and worked on his garden to take his mind off it. He decided that he'd confront her today when she gets home. She had a child, was she even thinking about him?

He wondered what you were doing at that very moment, since the past few days he has had a weird feeling about you, as if you were hurting yourself on purpose and that you were severely ill. But if that was true Bruce would call him, he promised that he would.

When Priscilla returned, she went straight to get showered. Normally he never put hands on her personal belongings but he was curious, there were grocery bags that she brought back but he grabbed her purse and opened it. He found a wad of cash, crisp dollar bills. She told him that villagers raised funds for her but when he asked Darcy and Debra they denied doing that for her.

He also met Brutus find out why he wasn't selling his meat to them anymore and he started crying, apologizing frantically as soon as he saw Loki. He didn't understand why he was doing that, he asked several times but Brutus didn't reveal anything to him, just begged for his forgiveness.

When she came out of the bathroom he got up from the bed.

"Something wrong?" She asked him and he glared at her,

"You tell me Dear wife" he smiled but his eyes were teary, he felt so many things all at once but he didn't feel any care or concern for her anymore.

"I don't understand " she feigned innocence so he walked towards her,

"Of Course you don't, I followed you today" her eyes widened as he said that

"What do you mean? " her eyes teared up at the revelation

"What did you hear? I followed you and I know why you go into the city" she gasped and started hyperventilating almost immediately.

"No no no Loki I can explain I promise"

"Oh sure do, that's what I am eager for you to divulge" He smiled and grabbed her hand. She flinched a little thinking that he'd hurt her but he has never done that before and he wasn't going to start now. He walked her over to the bed and made her sit down.

"Explain now"

He pulled a chair out from the corner of the room, dragged it all the way to place it in front of her and sat down on it.

"I just.. I have been seeing him while you were gone, I was lonely and hurt" her lips trembled as she spoke.

"Him? But two weeks prior it was a different man, how many are there?" He asked her so casually, his voice remained calm as if he didn't care at all.

"You don't get to judge me Loki, you slept with that whore for months" his jaw clenched when she disrespected you again. She was lucky she was a woman and he still cared about the mother of the child they were raising together.

"I did.. but I stopped and let her go when I remembered that I had a life here with you, I pulled my heart out of my chest and stomped on it for you. I hurt the most important girl in my life, the girl that went above and beyond to save me. I broke the girl that loved me unconditionally just so I could do the right thing. I did it all because I thought we had something here, I thought we were a family" his eyes welled up so he blinked and let the tears fall down, his vision got blurry.

"We are family Loki, you are my husband and Alvis is your son"

"Is that why you have been whoring yourself to the city men?" He asked her as he crossed his arms and she gasped. She didn't have anything to say as she knew he wasn't wrong. "For what? For money? So you could indulge yourself with all these materialistic things?" He questioned again and all of a sudden she got angry.

"Yes..yes that's why I did it and I have been doing it for years you blind fool" she stood up and towered over him then she walked towards him and cupped his cheeks.

"You are so trusting, you always trusted me but I like money and I like buying things for myself and my son. Is it wrong to want things? Not everyone can live like a caveman the way you do" he was hurt, so hurt. He ruined you and what he had with you for her and she didn't have any sense of respect for him.

"You just had to open your mouth and ask for it Priscilla, I would have given you everything in the world, that's what I promised to give you when we got tied together, you are not doing it just for the money are you? You despise me and the way I choose to live, you hate me"

She snickered as he gritted his teeth while he spoke. He was so frustrated.

"You also fucked Brutus that's why you couldn't go get meat from him, didn't you?" Her silence was the enough answer he needed. How many men she slept with in the village. He felt humiliated.

"I'm done with you and this burden of a marriage, I'm not doing this anymore, I have been killing myself in these past two months just to make you happy and I am not ruining myself any further" he got up from the chair as he had to get out of this house. He couldn't bear to even look at her. He wanted to go to that one place he felt peace at, a little lake down the hill where he always spent his time whenever he was feeling restless. He named it as his own Valhalla on earth.

He'd often just go there, meditate for hours and come back when he started to feel okay. And he desperately needed it today. He turned around to leave but he heard her voice again.

"You can't leave me, Alvis is your son" he turned to look at her and chuckled

"I sure as hel won't leave him Priscilla, I'm going to take care of him because I know you are too busy with your job to take care of him properly but both of us know very well that he's not my son" her eyes teared up as he threw that in her face after three years of marriage.

"Ohhhh so finally you are showing your true colors, and I must say it's uglier than your skin" she spat venomous words and he was shocked to say that least.

"My true colors huh? You sure know why I even married you, there was no love between us, I didn't even know you for Norns sake. And I should have kept it that way because this woman in front of me? She disgusts me" She walked towards him and pushed him away with her hands.

"You gave him your name Loki and he's yours now whether you want it or not"

"I can take as I give you foolish woman. You fooled me with your act of innocence, you told me the lies even back then didn't you? You got pregnant with Andrew's baby and you told me that he betrayed you, that you didn't know that he was going to leave, but that's a lie too isn't it?" He asked her and she chuckled. He was starting to connect the dots.

"You knew people in the village would frown upon you, they would alienate you once they find out the truth so you came to me, begging and threatening to kill yourself along with the child in you, that's why I married you, that's why I gave him my name so you could live a normal life, well as normal as you can in this village. But you always wanted more, and you should get it. I'm freeing you from the bounds now, go insane for all I care" She screamed as his words hurt her, she needed him, she needed the house to come back to. He can't just leave her.

"You can't leave Loki, I'm pregnant again" she whimpered and he chuckled in response. He didn't even know this woman.

"No you are not, stop lying to me, it's not working anymore" he grabbed his shawl and turned around to leave but what she said stopped him dead in his tracks.

"Well then go..you useless pathetic filthy creature. I was so sick of living with you anyways, you are not even a real man, real men can at least provide money for their women"

He slowly turned towards her as the words hit him finally. He knew where he heard them before.

"Ohh you know I fucked her behind your back? she told me where you were, only she knew about it, isn't that correct? She was so sick of being with you, poor woman, she wanted a real man.. like me, a man with real money and that's what I gave her''

His heart sank and his gut screamed at him as he realised the scarring truth about his wife. Rogers wasn't trying to rile him up with a lie that day, he was telling him the truth. He was talking about Priscilla.

You sat down in the waiting room, the coughing of the blood did scare you a little so you decided to get yourself tested. They took your blood and got the chest scans done because you complained of recurring sharp pain.

"Miss y/n? Please come in" Doctor Wanda invited you after your reports came back so you stepped inside her office and sat down in front of her.

"How are you feeling right now y/n?" She asked you and you smiled a little.

"I am okay, I do feel the pain though" she nodded and sighed.

"Well I have your reports here and I don't want to beat around the bush as your condition is deteriorating rapidly. According to the scan and bloodwork, you have stage two carcinoma and for the treatment you–" you cut her off mid sentence as you didn't understand the term.

"Wait what? What is carcinoma?" You asked her as you chuckled but your eyes teared up when you heard her response.

"You are suffering from stage two lung cancer y/n"

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OC Fandom Asks! For Kayla and Siv please

1, 3, 7, 10, 15, 19, and 29?

1: Was your OC influenced or inspired by any particular fictional character(s) when you made them?

Kayla is loosely based on the ORIGINAL-original version of Siv, the one from 14-year-old me's DC/Marvel/Percy Jackson/Star Wars crossover. I had some really cool concepts for the later chapters of that one, and I decided to recycle them into a whole new character.

Siv is quite literally the product of a dream I had when I was 13, but overall, while I mostly base my characters' stories and personalities off their playlists, her personality has been influenced by a whole lot of characters. They were influenced by Cassandra from Tangled: The Series, Natasha Romanoff, Reva from Kenobi, Adrien from Miraculous, and a whole lot of other characters from fandoms I've been into over the 7+ years I've had them.

3: What genre would your OC do badly in but it would be hilarious or interesting to watch?

Kayla would absolutely SUCK in a rom-com. First of all, she aroace-spec, second of all, she does not know how to talk to girls- at all. It would low-key be pretty funny to watch her fumble around like that.

Siv would loathe being in a Regency period drama. All those rules and restrictions for how you have to be- she wouldn't be able to stand it. She'd probably end up going apeshit and destroying the castle.

7: If your OC had to cosplay as a fictional character, who would they choose?

Kayla normally isn't the cosplaying type, but I think she'd have a lot of fun dressed up as Sam from Totally Spies.

Siv would probably dress up as some kind of creature from Star Trek. I'm not sure what, but they'd pull it off really well nonetheless.

10: How would your OC do in the last book/movie/tv show/game/etc. you read/watched/played?

Oooh I watched Birds of Prey yesterday with my Grandma (it is her favorite movie) so this will be fun-

Kayla absolutely slays. She's got that vaguely morally gray component to her character that means that she'll probably get along with most of the main cast. Though Harley's personality would probably give her a headache.

I'm actually planning an arc where Siv has to team up with Harley and the Birds of Prey for... plot reasons! I feel like she'd get along best with Dinah and Helena for obvious reasons, but ngl I'm mostly planning this arc because I have the idea of Siv snapping at Harley and telling her to shut up/stop being annoying/etc, and Harley goes all psychiatrist on her.

15: How well would your OC do in a standard slasher movie?

Kayla, being a secret agent, would fare pretty well. Her skills in recognizing patterns and taking down supervillains would be invaluable in a slasher film.

Siv, if they weren't the slasher themself, would definitely make it to the end, and probably end up slashing the slasher.

19: If your OC was in Star Trek’s Starfleet, what would be their role/position? Or, if that doesn’t really fit your OC: why would they get kicked out of Starfleet?

Kayla, being a biomedical engineer in real life, would probably be either the chief medical officer or an engineer in Starfleet.

Siv would get thrown out of Starfleet for starting too many fights and overwhelming her ship's medical supplies with all the injuries she's caused.

29: Gun to their head, what is your OC’s fursona?

I don't even know if Kayla really knows what a fursona is, but if she had to chose, I think she'd go with some kind of bird. Like maybe a blue jay or some other kind of corvid?

Siv isn't a furry, but she made up a fursona as a joke with her friends in high school. It's a lynx that wields a giant battle axe.

#ask revan #oc shit #practically-an-x-man #kayla pierce-addams #siv thawne

[daddynattt]

Okay so I'm up but I have a headache (I took something so don't worry). I'm here to give you some more Vampire Natasha thoughts.

Vampire Nat is definitely pale maybe a little paler than the other vampires. In her human form her eyes are emerald green of course. But when she's in her vampire form my god her eyes would be blood red just like her hair. She has a ruby daylight ring that allows her to walk out in the sun. She never leaves without it even if it's cloudy and barely sunny. She wears an oversized leather jacket and black ripped jeans with a black sleeve-less turtleneck shirt. Most of the time she'd wear black combat boots. She definitely wears gloves but fingerless and pitch black sunglasses. Her nails are sharp and she usually has them dark red or black. She wears dark lipstick and dark eyeshadow since it accents her pale skin more than bright makeup. She has exactly 3 tattoos. One behind her right ear is a rose which is just black, one on her upper back which is a black widow spider, and then a triple moon with a pentagram in the middle moon which is on her left lower arm. She wears a necklace that has her black widow symbol on it and she wears that everywhere she goes as well.

Depending on the circumstances she'll kill anyone who stands in her way from getting revenge even if they're vampires. Like I said before she's very protective of what's hers and will not stop until she hurts or kills the person/vampire that hurt her human partner. She will protect her partner at all costs even if it meant running away from the only place she knew. She'd do absolutely anything for her partner if they asked wether it was to get groceries, medicine or games since she has superspeed and would be back in seconds.

She definitely has a stash of blood bags in a mini fridge in her house just in case she couldn't control her throat for blood. She loves to wrap her arms around her partner from behind. And due to the fact she's quite tall she has to lean down slightly to kiss her partner on the lips. She definitely has muscles (sorry I just love women who have muscles it's one of my weaknesses) and due to the fact she has super strength as well she can lift quite a lot.

-Variant Anon

oh my god 😍 you always deliver and i’m never disappointed. god i need a million Vampire Nat fics to be written. Vampire Nat x Human Reader is just the best thing ever. I would wanna like have Nat super speed us around and stuff that would be so fun lol. she definitely has muscles tho she’s tall and skinny but has some muscles and is super strong

i hope your headache goes away soon <3

#my asks #variant anon

[themculibrary]

Age Regression/Kid Fics Masterlist 2

part one

A.I.s and Lullabies (ao3) - Echo N/R, 21k

Summary: Tony is suddenly a quiet, wary five year old boy. The rest of the team are less than completely sure about what to do about that.

A Little Odder (ao3) - AnonEhouse pepper/tony G, 3k

Summary: De-aged Tony has the Avengers, and Pepper, wrapped around his little finger. It's only going to be for a little while, so why not give in and give him whatever he wants? Seriously, you do not want to see him cry.

A Pair of Cardboard Wings (ao3) - Frankensteins_Monster sam/bucky T, 2k

Summary: Bucky blinked in shock. A string of expletives got stuck partway in his throat. He was planning to greet Sam with a stern glare and a fond insult. But this wasn’t… Sam. The portal closed. Sam stood up, his cardboard wings crushed and broken. He rubbed the back of his neck and then looked around, confused. Perhaps a little scared. This definitely wasn’t the Sam that Bucky knew.

A Second Chance (ao3) - orphan_account steve/tony T, 5k

Summary: During a battle with Loki, Tony is being his usual snarky self. After hitting a raw nerve, Loki decides to take his revenge.

Forget Your Past and Embrace Your Future (ao3) - AvengersTime steve/tony, clint/natasha N/R, 19k

Summary: "At first, it’s such a shock to Tony he just stares at Bruce, unbelieving. It’s not possible. There is no way that that little boy is Tony Stark from when he was six years old."

Loki brings Tony from the past to the future. It goes as well as you might expect.

I Take My Children Everywhere (But They Always Find Their Way Home) (ao3) - kellifer_fic clint/phil G, 3k

Summary: "Oh my god," Phil groans, smacking a hand over his face just as a tiny Tony Stark marches up to him and very determinedly and with great gusto, kicks him in the shin.

Just A Little Taste of Where I Came From (ao3) - torakowalski clint/phil T, 20k

Summary: Steve stares at Thor. Then down at the children. It isn't that he doesn't understand what Thor is saying; it's just that he's sure that isn't possible.

"Are you saying that those kids are Coulson and Stark?" Natasha demands. Steve is so glad that someone other than him asked that question.

Thor nods encouragingly. "I am. Is that not a relief?"

"Um," Clint says. He sounds as though he's going to freak out any second. "No?"

One of a Kind (ao3) - kellebelle steve/tony T, 3k

Summary: Tony is turned back into his five-year-old self, and guess who Fury has assigned to babysit.

Tony is a swell kid. Too bad Howard never noticed. (One shot)

Provide Me (ao3) - coveredsnow G, 52k

Summary: Tony wakes up much younger than he's supposed to be, and much less bratty than the team would expect.

Tension headaches, a little heartache, and a lot of learning ensue.

Steve Rogers Is A Child (ao3) - LagLemon steve/tony M, 290k

Summary: Tony gets into fights with Steve all the time and it's driving him insane. Sure, he's not the nicest guy in the world, but all he did was steal a little of the guy's sesame seed bagel - he didn't deserve to get yelled at for something stupid like that.

After drowning his sorrows in hot chocolate and complaining to Pepper about what happened, Tony gets a phone call from Natasha telling him to hurry back home. Something's happened - Steve has been attacked and he's not quite the same man he once was - he's been turned into a child.

With Steve out of commission, the team struggles with what to do and Tony finds himself filling roles he had never expected: babysitter and friend.

Stuffed Elephants and Cooking Lessons (ao3) - Knitwritezombie (Missa_G) G, 3k

Summary: When Tony is de-aged by magic, he latches on to Clint. Clint wonders how he became the responsible adult in the Tower.

Silent Confessions, Grand Gestures (ao3) - MegaraNoelle bucky/tony G, 4k

Summary: Who knew that it would take a small Hydra faction to bring Tony and Bucky together? Now Steve is stuck babysitting his best friends, and dealing with them being in love, and not being shy about it at all.

Teenage Dream (ao3) - shinkonokokoro steve/tony E, 16k

Summary: This was written for this prompt:

A battle with Loki leaves Tony de-aged physically and mentally to the time he was in college.

young!Tony takes it all in stride. He is duly impressed by his armor, confused and excited by all the superhumans (Thor and Hulk) around and then is smacked by the realization that the boring blond hovering around is actually his MAJOR childhood hero / crush / source of adolescent fantasies Captain America! Cue teen!Tony trying his best (and maybe succeeding?) to get into an increasingly flustered and blushy Captain America.

Bonus if teen!Tony is still way way more experienced than virgin!Steve and is *delighted* to get to top (and deflower) Captain America.

(Um, extra bonus for including a little bit of Rhodey and Pepper interacting with Tony. Also super bonus for Steve unearthing Tony's daddy issues by the dozen.)

(That Would Be) Enough (ao3) - ketchupcrisp pepper/tony, clint/phil/natasha, eventual ot6, eventually steve/tony M, 164k

Summary: One phone call from Pepper Potts to Phil Coulson, and one seemingly misguided act of magical penance on Loki's part alters the course of events in Iron Man 3. Already in the midst of a breakdown after the Battle of New York, Tony is de-aged, and the Avengers are faced with a choice: assemble themselves into a makeshift family, or risk losing Iron Man (and Tony).

The Kid (will be alright) (ao3) - AngeNoir steve/tony T, 4k

Summary: Steve Rogers has the unique chance to find out that yes, Tony Stark was a dick even at eleven years old.

He also gets to understand why.

Tiny (ao3) - Pearl_Unplanned

Summary: Steve gets de-aged, but he still thinks normally. Well, at least most of the time.

#themculibrary #mcu #marvel #deaging #masterlists #age regression masterlist

[jupitersfanfics]

Business Proposal Ch.3 - A Romanogers AU Fic

“You promised that the last blind date would be the last time I helped you out with this…”

Natasha Romanoff is one of the best employees of Shield Cyber Security’s Berlin office. After three years of working in the company, she was finally nominated for an award that could skyrocket her career. However, with her personal laptop broken and having no money to buy a new one, her productivity decreased a lot, risking her chance of finally getting the promotion she worked so hard for.

Luckily, Wanda Maximoff, one of her closest friends makes her a proposal she is unable to decline. All Natasha has to do is fill in her for her friend on one last blind date and completely ruin it. With no other options, Natasha takes the offer and finds herself in a bigger mess than she could have ever imagined. Her date is none other than Steve Rogers, the CEO of her company.

HEAVILY BASED ON THE K-DRAMA BUSINESS PROPOSAL.

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‘No way. No fucking way…’

Natasha stared blankly at the man’s back, watching dumbfounded as none other than Steve Grant Rogers, the CEO of Shield Cyber Security, picked up the key to one of the suites of the hotel. He walked towards her with a smile on his face, and the key in his left hand.

“Shall we?” He asked and touched the small of her back, guiding her towards the elevators.

Read the third chapter on AO3 or under the cut

Saturday, 9:13 p.m.

‘No way. No fucking way…’

Natasha stared blankly at the man’s back, watching dumbfounded as none other than Steve Grant Rogers, the CEO of Shield Cyber Security, pick up the key to one of the suites of the hotel. He walked towards her with a smile on his face, and the key on his left hand.

“Shall we?” He asked and touched the small of her back, guiding her towards the elevators.

*.*.*

Saturday, 10:55 a.m.

Natasha woke up to the smell of freshly brewed coffee and a headache.

“Good morning, sleeping beauty.” Wanda said as she opened the blinds.

Sunlight flooded the room and Natasha groaned, hiding under her comforter, in a failed attempt to stop the sun from hitting her eyes. Maybe those last few shots she had the night before hadn’t been such a great idea after all.

“Can I have five more minutes?” She tried asking.

“No, if you take too long, we’re going to be late. We have a busy day today.” Wanda said as she pulled the covers exposing Natasha to the cold morning air. “Now let’s go, you should have a shower before we leave, you smell like alcohol and cigarettes.”

Using all the strength and discipline she had in her, Natasha dragged herself out of bed, feeling the pounding in her head grow with every step she took.

Once in the bathroom, she opened the medicine cabinet and downed an aspirin before taking a shower. She chose to take a cold shower to better wake up. After the initial shock, she became accustomed to the feeling of the water on her skin and, as she washed her hair, she began to relax under the water.

After her shower and skincare routine she was feeling freshened again and the aspirin had done an amazing job at reducing her headache significantly. In her room, she chose to wear comfortable and practical clothes, light wash mom jeans and a black Metallica shirt paired with black Doc Marten boots and a black leather jacket, she glanced one last time at the mirror and went into the living room.

“Took you long enough,” her friend said with a smile. “I made coffee.”

“Thanks,” Natasha smiled and headed to the kitchen to get herself a cup of coffee.

She drank her coffee black, with little sugar and she liked it strong. She took in the scent of the drink before taking a sip. Since she’d taken her time getting ready, the coffee was just cool enough so she could drink it without burning her mouth.

“You’re definitely looking better,” Wanda commented as she walked into the kitchen. She too was drinking coffee. She had her own mug in Natasha’s place just for that.

“Thanks, I’m feeling a lot better as well. Maybe I should have listened to you when you told me to stop drinking so much after that third shot.” Natasha laughed softly and turned her back on Wanda so she could make herself some toast.

“See? Mixing beer and vodka is never a good idea,” Wanda said and took another sip from her coffee.

“Tell me about it,” she smiled, the remnants of the headache were slowly fading as she drank the coffee. Her mood was improving as well.

“Anyway, how are you feeling about what happened with Clint yesterday?” Wanda asked softly.

Natasha practically winced at the topic having been brought up, but she knew that was the question weighing between them. She did not feel like dealing with her feelings so early in the morning.

“Well,” Natasha started while she buttered her toast, “it wasn’t pleasant. And I’m definitely not feeling good about it, but I guess it was better than being straight up rejected right? At least now I know that he’s not interested.”

Her heart ached knowing that he didn’t have a romantic interest in her after pining after him for so many years. But then, there was no point in chasing someone who didn’t want anything with her.

“Nat, I know you’re probably tired of hearing this, but you’re a beautiful, smart and kind woman; there are so many men out there better looking than Clint and who would kill to be with you. Don’t tie yourself to someone who doesn’t want to be with you. It’s his loss.” Wanda said.

“Yeah, I’ll get over him. Eventually.” Natasha nibbled on her toast. Though she felt sad about the whole ordeal maybe it would be better that way. Clint was a good friend and the last thing she wanted was for their friendship to be ruined.

“Damn right you will,” Wanda said energetically, “now finish eating your toast. We have to leave in ten if we want to arrive in time at Okoye’s studio.”

“Are you sure I really have to do this?” She asked.

“Yes. You do.” Wanda answered.

“You must really hate those dates huh?” Natasha said as she drank the last of her coffee and grabbed her purse.

“Yup. I don’t know if I’ve ever told you about this, but that’s how my parents met.” Wanda said and started heading to the door.

“Nope, you’ve never talked about it.” Natasha replied as they went into the elevator.

“Well, they met through blind dates and married for convenience. He was the son of Maximoff Enterprises, and she was the eldest daughter of IM Group,” Wanda ran a hand through her hair. She stopped for a moment so she could look for her car keys in her purse.

“Anyway. They did not love each other in the least and only got along with each other for appearances and for my upbringing. As soon as I was old enough they got a divorce and that was it,” Wanda said, her eyes focused on the road ahead of her. “I don’t want to be stuck in a loveless marriage, Nat. I don’t want to go on those blind dates because my dad seems to think that I have some sort of ‘duty’ to fulfill towards the family.” She continued once they were inside the car.

Natasha listened quietly. Wanda was almost always cheerful and tried to keep a happy facade, it was rare that she would let down her walls and let herself be vulnerable. Even in front of someone as close to her as Natasha was.

“I want to find love on my own, I want to live a happy life and enjoy my youth and not be stuck in an unhappy marriage like my parents’.” Wanda finished. “I know that it must be boring to go on those blind dates and pretend to be me. You have no obligation to do that, whatsoever, but just know you’re helping me immensely by doing that.”

“It’s not as boring as you think.” Natasha laughed. “I get to meet some pretty interesting people. And I understand how you feel, I’m happy to help you.”

“Now, moving to something a little less sentimental,” Wanda said with a smile. Her walls were back up. “What are your plans to ruin this date?”

“Well, since we have no idea who this man, you’re meeting with is, I think we should play it safe,” Natasha mused, “considering most men from these kinds of families are rather conservative people, I thought of choosing some short clothes, maybe a skirt and a crop top. Something a little inappropriate for the place where we’ll be eating.”

“Good thinking.” Wanda nodded, “maybe some dark lipstick and sharp eyeliner to go with it.”

“And don’t forget the brown wig, so they don’t see my hair and see through the act.” Natasha added.

Wanda was quiet for a moment as she looked through the rear-view mirror and took a turn left before commenting, “see, that’s why I hate going on those blind dates. The men are so conservative and have their heads so far up their asses that they see normal clothes like a crop top or, I don’t know, edgier makeup, and they find it inappropriate. What’s wrong with them that they think they are better from everyone else?”

Natasha shook her head in agreement.

Wanda slowly brought the car to a stop and parked it near the commercial building where the office of Wanda’s personal stylist, Okoye, was located.

Luckily, they arrived just in time, the woman was very strict about punctuality and none of them wanted to be scolded by her that morning.

“Hi, Okoye!” Wanda hugged the woman.

“Wanda, Natasha! It is always nice to see you two!” She said in her strong voice.

“It’s awesome to see you to, Okoye,” Natasha said with a smile.

“Wanda has already texted me details for the outfits, so I have some picked out already.”

“Perfect.” Wanda nodded. “Let’s get started then, shall we?”

“Yes, please. Let’s get this over with,” Natasha said with a sigh and headed to the dressing rooms.

She tried on many outfits, each a different style, but they all seemed to be missing something. That was until she tried on a matching Chanel set. Natasha looked at her reflection wearing a short, white, tweed skirt with black detailing and golden buttons and matching tweed blazer. Underneath, she wore a black crop top and black Jimmy Choo scarpins with crystal embezzlements. She looked perfect.

“Yeah,” Natasha said as she exited the dressing room,” this is it.”

“Wow, you look amazing.” Wanda nodded in approval. “I just think the skirt could be a little shorter. What do you say? Okoye can make the alterations and have it delivered at my place before the date tonight.”

“Yes, I will have my assistant make the alterations.” Okoye told them and left the room to call for her assistant to take Natasha’s measurements.

Their shopping spree took a little longer than expected and it was already 3:30 p.m by the time they were finished. Both women were hungry, so they stopped for a quick lunch. Since Natasha was starting to feel a little nervous, she decided on only eating a salad. She always felt nervous did before those dates, no matter how many times she went on them. The thought of meeting those men pretending to be Wanda was scary.

It was unnerving and she always thought of the possibility that they would find out the decoy and tell Wanda’s dad. She also worried about other complications that might bring, as they were influential men, if one of them knew Tony Stark or even worse, Nick Fury, her career would be over, no one would ever hire her again.

After lunch, they headed to Wanda’s apartment, where the makeup artist and her hairstylist were waiting for them.

“So,” Wanda started while the makeup artist started working on Natasha’s face, “how are you feeling?”

“I’m a little nervous,” Natasha admitted, “but it’ll pass. It always does.”

Wanda let out a small chuckle, “I find it funny how speak of it as if you are used to doing this.”

“I mean,” Natasha laughed, “I kind of am. I’ve done this a couple of times.”

“You’re right.” Wanda nodded. “This will be the last time, though, I promise. Next time it will be you sitting here while you wait for me to get my makeup done.”

“Fair enough. I was worried we would stop spending our Saturday afternoons together.” Natasha said. “I like this, you know? Spending this time with you. I always wanted to do something like this when I was younger. I wanted girlfriends to go shopping with and it’s nice to have that, even if it’s to fill in for you for a date.”

“Don’t worry, our afternoons together won’t end. Hopefully my father with quit setting me up with people after this, so we’ll be able to hang out just for fun.” Wanda said.

It took some time, but Natasha’s makeup was finally done. She looked unrecognizable. The artist had admittedly done an extremely good job at contouring her face and making her look a lot like Wanda. Finally, it was time for the hairdresser to install the wig.

When they were done with her, she looked just like Wanda, with the long dark brown hair. Her eye makeup was dark, a black smokey look and her lipstick was of a light nude color. Soon after, her outfit arrived, and she was ready to go on the date.

*.*.*

Saturday, 7:40 p.m.

Natasha went alone to the hotel where they would have dinner since she didn’t want to risk her date seeing Wanda and figuring things out. Arriving late was the first phase of the plan. He would be annoyed when she got there and less likely to like her.

As Natasha walked through the classically decorated lobby, with marble accents and beautiful chandelier, she could tell all eyes were on her and couldn’t help but feel slightly out of place. She did her best to shake off the feeling and headed towards the elevators with a confident stride. Luckily, her ride to the third floor was uninterrupted.

The restaurant itself was also beautiful, with a slightly more modern decoration, yet classical at the same time. A soft ambient music played, and the lighting was dim, creating a rather comfortable and intimate atmosphere.

“Hello, madam, how may I help you?” The hostess greeted Natasha when she approached the entrance.

“I believe I’m expected at a table. I’m… Wanda Maximoff.” Natasha said, hoping her slight pause wouldn’t offset any suspicions and the woman didn’t seem to notice.

“Ah, yes, Miss Maximoff! Yes, I will take you to your table. Your date is already here.” The hostess said. “If you would please follow me.”

Natasha walked behind the woman and headed inside the restaurant. The soft sound of the chatted of the main hall started to fade as they reached a corridor with a series of doors.

‘Interesting,’ Natasha thought, ‘So he’s made a reservation for a private room.’

They stopped by one of the doors, which the hostess opened for her. “Please, enjoy your evening, Miss Maximoff.”

Before entering the room, Natasha looked down and took a deep breath to calm her nerves. Having collected herself, she put on her best smile and walked inside. The door closed behind her with a soft click.

“Good evening, Miss Maximoff. I’m Steve.” The man already sitting at the table introduced himself. He stood up to greet her. “May I call you Wanda?”

Natasha felt her heart skip a bit. That man was extremely handsome, unlike most of Wanda’s other dates. He had short, blond hair, a closely shaven beard and piercing blue eyes, which seemed to look right through her. She didn’t know what she was expecting, but it was definitely not that Greek statue of a man.

“Hi, Steve,” She said with a smile, and then added with her best seductive voice, “of course you can call me Wanda. You can call me whatever you like.”

She watched as he widened his eyes in surprise, an almost imperceptible expression of shock which he was quick to hide before he walked around the table and pulled out the chair for her.

“Please, have a seat.” He motioned.

“Thank you,” Natasha said and proceeded to walk towards the chair, swaying her hips in an almost obscene manner before sitting.

Her eyes observed his every move, he was truly a specimen of a man, he was tall and muscular, with broad shoulders, which were accentuated by his outfit of choice: black pants and a matching vest with a light blue shirt underneath, no necktie, all pieces were tailored to perfection. That would be a date she would hate to ruin. But she had to do what was expected of her.

“I’m sorry I was late, I had a prior… engagement, which ended up taking a lot longer than expected.”

“Don’t worry about it,” he replied, Natasha could tell that her being so late annoyed him, though he tried to sound calm and collected about it, “I took the liberty of ordering some wine, as well the main dishes. I understand you like fish?”

“Why, yes, I do,” Natasha replied and raised an eyebrow, though she didn’t particularly like the dish, it was one of Wanda’s favorite foods. “I see you did your homework.”

“I’m never unprepared,” Steve said with a smile.

Soon, from the back of the room a waiter entered with their wine to serve them. Natasha was quick to pick up her glass as soon as the waiter left and took a rather large sip of the drink. The warmth spread through her body.

Natasha put the glass down on the table, already feeling more confident.

“It’s rather warm here, don’t you think?” She asked as she took off her jacket, revealing the black crop top underneath. The cleavage was just low enough that his eyes were drawn to it for a mere second before he looked back up at her again.

“Uh, yes, it is.” He agreed and drank some wine.

‘Okay, time to kick it up a notch.’ Natasha thought and extended her leg under the table, hoping her shoe would graze up against his leg. She ended up kicking the leg of the table instead, making a loud noise echo through the room.

Thinking quickly, she pushed out her chair.

“Oh no! My beautiful babies!” She exclaimed as she pretended to look for scratches on her shoes, “I just bought them!”

She put on her best pouty face, cringing internally at the things she was being forced to do. before she looked back up at him, hoping to see Steve’s reaction. No man liked a girl who treated material possessions like that. Instead, she found him looking at his phone.

Natasha was dumbfounded.

“What are you doing, Steve?” She whined.

“What were you saying?” Steve asked as he put his phone back down on the table, “I’m sorry, I got a work related text.”

‘Yeah, this won’t do, I have to try harder.’

“I was just saying how we’re feeling sad…” She placed her hands on the table, “I mean, do you know just how much I spent on this outfit? Just for you to clearly not be interested in me.”

“What?”

“Jennifer and Rachel aren’t enjoying this either.” Natasha said and crossed her arms.

“I’m sorry, who are Jennifer and Rachel?” He asked.

Natasha uncrossed her arms and leaned forward, giving him a chance to full on stare at her cleavage.

“The left one is Jennifer, and the right one is Rachel,” She shimmied her chest and looked at him through her lashes, “I spent a whopping 15 thousand euros on these babies.”

‘This will definitely get him.’

Steve choked on his wine and looked away, seemingly mortified, to which Natasha chuckled.

“I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable, Steve, sometimes I can get a little too silly, especially when drinking wine.” She commented.

She took a sip from her wine and watched as he recomposed himself. Yeah, that was definitely the right move.

“No, I’m the one who’s sorry, Wanda,” Steve said with a kind smile, “I shouldn’t have reacted this way. There’s a lot of hypocrisy in our society, though we’ve come a long way. To meet a woman like you, who is so straightforward about these things is a very welcome novelty.”

It was her turn to freeze. That was not the reaction she was expecting at all.

Hopefully, their food arrived just in time to break up the conversation, giving Natasha some time to think about her next move. Clearly, the act she was putting forward wasn’t working, so it was time to bring out the big guns. She would do that after the food though, it wasn’t often she got to have such an expensive meal and the fish did look really appetizing.

“Well, Steve,” She resumed the conversation, “I can tell that you like me then. I see my first impression was wrong.”

“As far as my first night out in Berlin goes, I can say that your company is quite… interesting.” He answered with a smile.

“I’m glad you’re enjoying yourself,” Natasha said.

“Oh, you have no idea. I hope you’re having as much fun as I am.”

“You said it was your first night out in Berlin, I take it you’re not from here then.” Natasha asked, letting her curiosity get the best of her, “your German is very good though, I don’t hear an accent.”

“Oh, I’m from Berlin, born and raised. I’ve just been away for some time. I just got back from Shanghai, arrived yesterday” he answered, “your German is very good as well, Wanda. You’re from Sokovia, right?”

“Yes, I am, but I’ve lived in Berlin since I was a child. We mostly go there to meet with relatives and whatnot. But my life is all here.” Natasha said and finished her glass of wine, bracing herself for the final blow.

But the alcohol wasn’t enough to make the nervousness completely go away, and she found herself tapping her foot on the ground, trying to make the tension go away

“Tell me, Steve,” She leaned forward again and bit her lip, “why don’t we continue this conversation somewhere else?”

“Yes, of course, where do you want to go?” He agreed.

“Should we… get a room?” She asked and winked at him, “I think we’ll be able to discuss business more comfortably upstairs.”

Natasha held his gaze expecting he would end that date once and for all. Instead, she found his eyes going down her body and felt a soft blush creeping up her cheeks. There was no way he would agree to that. Right…?

“I really like your idea, Wanda. We’ll have a lot more privacy…” He agreed to her request.

It was as if the room went silent. All Natasha could hear was the blood pumping on her ears as her heartbeat quickened. There was no way that man had just agreed to get them a room. And then what? What would she do? Have sex with him? Oh no, that couldn’t be happening.

She only snapped back to reality when she heard Steve’s voice.

“Shall we?” he asked.

“Y-yes.” She stuttered and stood up from the chair, struggling to put her jacket back on.

All the way from the private dining room to the exit of the restaurant, Steve had his hand on the small of her back, guiding her through the tables as if he could sense that she was in shock. The one time she glanced up at him, he had a small smile on his lips, as if he was finding the whole situation extremely amusing.

“Thank you, for visiting, Mr. Rogers. Come back soon.” The concierge greeted as they exited the restaurant and headed for the elevators.

It was only then that the realization hit her. That man, whose name was Steve and who had recently come back from Shanghai was none other than THE Steve Rogers, the CEO of her company.

‘Fuck.’ She thought.

“Uh, Steve,” she said as they waited for the elevators, “You’re Steve Rogers, right? From Shield Cyber Security?”

“Miss Maximoff, are you really about to go upstairs to a room with a man whose occupation you don’t know? I could be a serial killer, for all you know.” He teased. “But yes, that’s me. Steve Grant Rogers.”

‘Shit.’

As if the evening couldn’t get any worse, she was about to go to a hotel room with none other than her boss.

When they got to the lobby, she waited for him to deal with the receptionist from a distance, trying to deal with the despair building up inside. Her and Wanda had only planned up until asking him to get a room, expecting him to refuse the request, of course he would, why would the heir of some big conglomerate agree to just have sex with Wanda Maximoff, the heiress of Maximoff Enterprises.

Natasha knew how those men worked; she’d seen it happen so many times. They wanted trophy wives from respectable families to have a couple of children with and maintain their impeccable image all while having sex with other women on the side. There was no way those men would agree to that sort of request. Especially considering their old fashion notions of ‘honor’ and ‘tradition’. Unless that man was Steve Rogers, apparently.

Natasha did impossible calculations, trying to figure out what her next step would be as she watched Steve walk towards her with the keycard for the room on his hand.

“Shall we?” He asked, and, just as he had before, placed his hand on the small of her back, leading her towards the elevators.

“Okay,” she nodded with a nervous smile.

Just as they were reaching the elevators, a woman bumped hard into Natasha.

“I’m so sorry, ma��am.” Natasha said and looked forward and continued walking when she felt a hard yank on her hair.

“And where do you think you’re going, skank?” The woman asked in an angry tone.

“What the… What are you doing?” Natasha could no longer do anything but thank the glue of the wig for being so strong, else her cover would have been blown right then and there.

“Nice try, bitch. You have no idea who I am?” The woman said.

“Wait, let go of me first. I don’t know who you are.” Natasha tried to explain and make the woman let go of the wig.

“Right, play dumb all you want. I’m Anthony’s girlfriend.” She said.

Just as she was about to tug on the wig again, Steve grabbed the woman’s arm, making her loosen her grip.

“What’s going on here?” He asked and the woman let go of Natasha’s hair and took a step back.

“You were up in a room not so long ago with Anthony and now you’re with this guy?” The woman asked, “And who’s this guy? Your next victim?”

Natasha looked up at Steve’s face. He was clearly bothered by the scene the woman was causing in front of everyone at the hotel lobby. Her cheeks burned red.

“What are you talking about. I don’t even know anyone named Anthony!” Natasha defended herself.

The woman reached into her purse and pulled out her phone. She showed Steve and Natasha a photo of someone wearing almost the same clothes as Natasha and with long, brown hair, going into the elevator with some man – presumably Anthony.

“Uh, yeah, we do look alike, but these clothes are a common look. You got the wrong person.”

“You think I care about what you say? You whore.” The woman spat those words and raised her hand, clearly intending to slap Natasha, but Steve caught her arm before she could do so.

“Look, lady, you and your boyfriend have some talking to do. The one who was cheating was clearly him and you don’t even know this woman. Go get your boyfriend under control and fix that relationship of yours. I don’t really care what you do, just leave us alone.” Steve said. “Let’s go, Wanda.”

He didn’t wait for a reply before turning their back on them and heading for the exit, the mood was clearly ruined. Natasha followed suit, silently thanking all the deities she could think of for getting her out of that situation.

Outside the hotel, she could hear Steve talking on the phone.

“Hi, Bucky. Can you come pick us up.” There was a pause, “Yeah, we’re just outside the hotel. Thanks.”

Deciding to take that opportunity to end that date on the worst – or best – possible note, Natasha approached him.

“Look, Steve, thanks for defending me,” she said, “but you don’t know the full story, I was actually the one in the picture with the man. And I was also aware that he had a girlfriend. I often do that, you know? Go out with married men, sometimes I go out with two or even three of them at a time.”

“Oh, you do?” Steve raised an eyebrow.

“Yeah. What can I do? I like men. Sometimes I can barely control myself,” Natasha lied, “well, looks like the wine’s talking again.”

Steve chuckled.

“Anyway, Steve, thanks for the amazing evening, but I’m going to head home now before that crazy woman comes after me.” Natasha said and walked away before he could reply.

She practically sprinted towards the cabs waiting outside of the hotel, hoping to get out of that place as soon as possible.

The ride back home was uneventful and after she was sure to be far away from the hotel, she could finally relax. Natasha took a deep breath and rested her head against the window trying to think. Although Steve’s reactions were different than what she’d expected, she felt like she’d done a good job scaring him away enough so that he wouldn’t want a second date, especially after that last trick she’d pulled.

Finally home, Natasha felt relief wash over her when she took off her high heels, makeup and wig and was able to put on comfortable clothes. She made herself a cup of tea and sat down on the couch, finally able to begin to process the evening and just how much of a mess it had been. Not that the other dates hadn’t been messy, but more so that Steve Rogers wasn’t the kind of man she was used to dealing with.

Most of the time, Natasha was able to read through people and predict their reactions, only that hadn’t been the case that evening, quite the contrary Steve had reacted in all the ways she didn’t expect some rich conglomerate son to react. She picked up her phone and called Wanda to report on the evening.

“Hey! How was the date?” Her friend asked when she picked up the phone.

“It was a handful to say the least,” Natasha sighed and set down her mug on the center table, “The date was Steve Rogers.”

“Hold on, what? Steve Rogers? As in your boss?”

“Yup, that’s the one.” Natasha ran her free hand through her hair. “I just hope it won’t affect my job. What if he recognizes me or runs into me at work?”

“Relax, Nat, he won’t. You were wearing a wig and heavy makeup, you looked like a totally different person,” Wanda reassured her, “and even then, you most likely won’t run into him since he’s the CEO. He won’t just hang around you.”

“Yeah…I guess you’re right. It’s just so unnerving you know?”

“I bet it is. But it’s all going to be okay.” Wanda said before asking, “Anyway, how did the date go? You scared him away?”

“In that aspect I think it went well, he’s crazy if he wants a second date after all the tricks I pulled.” Natasha laughed, pushing her worried to the back of her head.

“Perfect! I just hope my dad will leave me alone this time and not schedule anymore blind dates with random men.”

“I hope so too.” Natasha chuckled.

“Well, I’ll let you rest then. Thank you so much for helping me, Nat.” Wanda said, “Let me know if you want to do anything tomorrow.”

“Will do.” Natasha said, “bye!”

*.*.*

Sunday, 10:18 a.m.

Natasha woke up to the sound of her phone ringing. She looked at the caller, it was Wanda.

“Hey, Wanda, what’s up?” She picked up the phone with a groan.

“Nat. Just what exactly did you do on that date yesterday?” Wanda sounded panicked.

“Well, I ruined the date, just like you asked me to.” Natasha sat upright on the bed, feeling her heart race. “Why?”

“Natasha, Steve Rogers just called my dad. He wants to marry me.”

“WHAT?!” Natasha gasped.

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