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Rivers and Roads (Til I Reach You)

Summary: The best(and worst) ways to fall in love with your best friend's younger sister.

Word count: 11.3k+ | Warnings: Angst, Smut, Underage Sex, Minor Violence | Ship: Yelena x Female Reader

A/N: Takes place before "In Flames" but can be read seperately ; Requested by anon: Would you write about Yelena and Reader's first attempt at a relationship? How they saw each other as more than just Nat's little sister or best friend? ; Hope you like it, anon :)

Masterlist

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I

Your father's funeral ends the same way these things always do: friends and family approaching you and your mother, one by one, each offering condolences like they're reading from a script. The words are polite, rehearsed, almost mechanical, and though you nod and thank them, each sympathy feels more hollow than the last. 

Like a zombie, you go through the motions, detached from everything around you. 

The crowd eventually thins, and that’s when Natasha approaches with Yelena in tow. She hugs you tightly, her body trembling with emotion. “I'm so sorry, Y/N,” she whispers, her voice catching in her throat. “If there's anything I can do, anything at all, just let me know.”

You feel her warmth, but your response is cold, almost automatic. “Thank you,” you say flatly.

When you step out of Natasha's embrace, Yelena steps forward, a look in her eyes like she's ready to do the same thing. But as she moves closer, she hesitates, her mouth parting as if to speak, but the words remain trapped inside. Without waiting for her to say anything, you excuse yourself and head up to your room.

Downstairs, Natasha tugs Yelena to go home. But Yelena's gaze is fixed on the ceiling, right where she knows your room is. She silently declines, and Natasha, reading the situation, gives her a knowing nod without pushing further. With a quiet goodbye, Natasha exits, leaving Yelena with her eyes still fixed on the ceiling, lost in thought. 

The minutes feel like hours as she sits there, a battle raging inside her. She wants to be there for you, to offer comfort, but she's paralyzed by uncertainty and fear. Finally, a decision forms in her mind, and she rises from the couch, her heart pounding.

Slowly, she makes her way up the stairs. When she reaches your door, she stops, her hand hovering in the air. She hears the soft, unmistakable sound of crying, and her heart aches.

Softly, she places her hand on the door, pretending it's you, pretending she has the ability to comfort you. But she doesn't, and it's one of the most painful experiences of her young life. To stand there, helpless, listening to the person she cares about hurting, and not being able to do anything about it.

Tears well in her eyes as she leans her forehead against the door, feeling the barrier that separates her from you, a barrier she's unable to cross. 

And so, she waits, trusting that someday, when you're ready, she'll be able to step through that door, reach out, and stand by your side when you need her most.

II

She doesn’t see you for the rest of the summer.

She tries to ask Natasha about you, but even your best friend seems guarded, telling her she hasn't heard from you much either. 

Around the same time, a boy from her class, Jeremy, starts dropping by her house. His visits are unexpected but not entirely unwelcome. He's friendly, outgoing, and he makes Yelena laugh—something she hasn't done much of lately.

But as the weeks wear on and Jeremy's interest in her becomes more apparent, Yelena can't shake the feeling that something's missing. Her thoughts keep drifting back to you, to the sound of your crying behind that closed door, to the pain in her chest that she feels every time she thinks of your suffering.

Jeremy tries to get closer to her, invites her out, sends her messages, even brings her chocolates and flowers, but Yelena finds herself holding back. She likes him, but she doesn't feel the connection she longs for, the connection she feels with you.

One evening, as she's aimlessly scrolling through her phone, avoiding yet another message from Jeremy, she stumbles across a picture of you and your father. The memory hits her like a physical blow, and she can't help but wonder how you're coping, if you're healing, if you even think about her at all.

The very next day, she kisses Jeremy for the first time.

III

When she does see you again, it's at a party before the school year begins.

You're alone, clutching a bottle of Jim Beam like a lifeline. You bring it with you, taking long swigs ever so often, not caring who's watching. You look just like the last time she saw you—uninterested, vacant, a shell of the person that used to be filled with so much good energy.

The crowd around you is lively, laughing, celebrating the end of summer, but you stand apart from it all.

Yelena's concern deepens, and she quickly sends a text to Natasha, hoping that she might have some insight or guidance. “She’s here at the party,” she writes, her fingers trembling. “Drinking alone. Looks lost. What should I do?”

The response from Natasha comes quickly, and it's clear from her words that she's as bewildered as Yelena. “What? I didn't know about this. Keep her there. Don't let her leave. I'm coming.”

Yelena looks up from her phone, her eyes scanning the room to find you again. Her heart aches at the sight of you, standing alone, your face a mask of emptiness. 

She takes a deep breath, steeling herself to approach you.

But before she can make her move, a voice calls her name, and she turns to see Jeremy coming towards her with a smile. 

“Hey, beautiful,” Jeremy says cheerfully, closing the distance between them with a warm smile. He leans in and plants a soft kiss on Yelena's cheek.

Yelena forces a smile in return, her thoughts still consumed by the sight of you across the room. She appreciates Jeremy's presence, but at that moment, she can't shake the nagging worry she feels.

“Are you enjoying the party?” Jeremy asks, taking her hand and giving it a gentle squeeze.

“Yeah, it's good,” she says.

Jeremy doesn't seem to notice Yelena's lack of focus. His eyes are alight with excitement, and his grin is infectious as he exclaims, “I've got a surprise for you. Come upstairs with me?”

Her attention is pulled away from you momentarily. “A surprise?”

“Yeah, I think you'll love it,” Jeremy assures her, tugging on her hand gently. “Come on, it'll just take a minute.”

Yelena hesitates, glancing once more in your direction. You’re looking worse by the second, but she also knows that she can't ignore Jeremy, especially when he's clearly made an effort to do something special for her.

With a sigh, she gives in to Jeremy's urging. “Okay, but just for a minute,” she agrees, allowing him to lead her toward the stairs.

IV

You don’t remember much of what happened when you come to.

Your fist is clenched, throbbing with pain, and the skin is turning an unnatural shade of blue. Jeremy—Yelena's new boyfriend—is clutching his arm, his face twisted in agony. Yelena is kneeling next to him, her eyes wide, her face pale, looking up at you in shock.

“What...What happened?” you stammer, the room spinning around you.

You hear a gasp from the doorway. Turning, you see a tall, lanky man with tousled hair and a startled expression. He's holding a drink, the liquid sloshing slightly from the sudden movement.

“Everything alright in here?” he asks, eyebrows raised in concern.

Yelena's gaze shifts to the man, then back to you. Panic flits across her eyes. “It's nothing,” she says, her voice trembling slightly. “Just a...misunderstanding.”

He hesitates, eyes darting between you, Jeremy, and Yelena. He doesn’t look entirely convinced. “That doesn't look like 'nothing'.”He nods towards Jeremy's arm and your bruised fist.

“You should leave,” Yelena hisses at you, her voice low and threatening. She rises to her feet, seemingly towering over you despite the fact that you’re taller than her. “Now.”

You're still disoriented, the pain in your hand and the weight of the situation pressing down on you. “Yelena, I didn't mean–I thought he was forcing himself on you–”

She cuts you off. “I don't care what you meant. Just get out.” Her voice trembles with a mix of anger and fear.

Mark steps aside, allowing you a clear path to the door, but his eyes remain fixed on you, filled with curiosity and suspicion. As you stagger past him, you can hear Yelena's voice, softer now, murmuring words of comfort to Jeremy.

V

The next time you see Yelena, a week has gone by and the purple and blue on your knuckles has substantially faded. 

It’s the weekend and you find yourself in the public library while the rest are hanging out in malls or anywhere that doesn't carry the smell of books. It wasn’t always like this—you’d normally be in the Romanoffs’ house by now, playing video games with Natasha or discussing art and literature with Yelena.

You're browsing through the contemporary fiction section when you spot her. Yelena's back is turned to you, her blonde hair pulled into a messy bun, strands escaping to frame her face. She's engrossed in a thick book, fingers tracing the lines as she reads. The library's tall windows drape her in a warm, sunlit glow, making her look almost unreal.

For a moment, you contemplate turning around and making a silent retreat. The memory of that night at the party, of Jeremy's pained face and Yelena's horrified eyes, still leaves a bitter taste in your mouth. But instead, your feet seem to make the decision for you, carrying you closer until you're standing just a few feet away from her.

She doesn't notice you at first, so engrossed in her reading. Taking a deep breath, you muster the courage to speak. “Yelena?”

She startles, the book nearly tumbling out of her hands. When she turns and meets your eyes, there's a flash of surprise, quickly replaced by guardedness. “Hey,” she says, voice cool and measured.

“I'm sorry,” you blurt out, the words spilling forth in a rush. “For that night, for everything. I never meant to hurt anyone. I went upstairs to use the bathroom and I heard…sounds…coming from that bedroom and I…it didn’t seemed consensual to me, what was happening–”

Yelena interrupts you, her voice rising in defense, “It was consensual.”

You look deep into her eyes, searching for any sign that she’s not telling the truth. “Are you sure?” you ask gently.

“Yes,” she replies firmly, but there's something flickering behind her gaze.

Not convinced, you press on, “How many times?”

She looks taken aback. “What?”

“How many times did you give your consent?” you ask, emphasizing each word.

She hesitates, her mouth opens to say something, but no words come out. 

The few seconds of her silence feels like hours, and then you finally break it. “I just wanted to make sure you're okay," you mutter, pressing your lips together into a tight line.

“Why do you even care?” Yelena scoffs, her eyes narrowing slightly.

Almost reflexively, the truth tumbles out, “Because you're Nat’s little sister.”

For a brief moment, something akin to disappointment crosses Yelena's features, a shadow over her usually bright and fiery eyes. You catch that subtle shift and, for reasons you can't quite place, you're filled with a sudden urge to retract your words.

She exhales sharply, her voice laced with frustration. “So, it's always about her, isn't it? Can't I just be Yelena, without being 'Natasha's sister'? Why does everything I do or whatever happens to me always get linked back to her?”

You swallow hard, realizing your mistake and at the same time, confused as to why it seems like the wrong reason to come to her rescue. “I didn't mean it like that,” you quickly say, fishing for the right words. “I care about you too, Yelena. But yes, knowing Nat makes me more protective. I'm sorry if it came out wrong.”

Yelena simply studies you for a moment before she starts to walk past you as she says, “You say you care, but when your father passed away, you didn't seem to need either of us. Natasha and I tried to be there for you, but you shut us out.”

Your gaze drops, and you quietly fall in step behind her, knowing that she’s right. They both had a bond with your father and felt his loss deeply. While they reached out, you had inadvertently left them in the cold.

“It wasn't that I didn't need or want you both. I just... didn't know how to reach out, how to let anyone in,” Your voice is so faint that Yelena almost misses your words. Abruptly, she halts and, against her better judgment, draws you into a secluded aisle between towering bookshelves for a moment of privacy.

Her hand then reaches out, fingers lightly brushing yours. 

“Don’t shut us out. You don’t have to say anything. Just… don’t be alone. Because you’re not,” Yelena says. “Nat and I are here for you.”

You take a moment, a quiet sniffle escaping before you subtly dab the corner of your eye. Though your face remains composed and your eyes shimmer, they betray the strength you're trying to project—a strength Yelena wishes you didn’t feel compelled to display around her.

“I–I know…” you say. You squeeze her hand in gratitude before releasing it. Yelena tries not to sigh at the loss of your touch. “Is Nat upset with me?”

Yelena hesitates, keenly aware of the proximity between you two in the tight aisle. “She's... waiting, you know. We both are. We've missed you, Y/N.”

Your lips curve into a small, bashful smile. “I've missed you guys too.”

As a rosy hue tints Yelena's cheeks, she wishes, if only for a moment, that those words were meant just for her. She quickly deflects, her voice slightly uneven, “I was about to borrow this and head home,” she gestures to the book she's clutching, placing it as a barrier between you.   

“Are you planning to stay here awhile longer?” she asks.

You ponder on it for a moment before saying, “Can I come with you?”

Yelena smiles.

“Always.”

VI

“I’ve decided to enlist” Natasha tells you one afternoon after school.

“The military?” you ask, trying to maintain focus on the screen. Your fingers dance over the game controller, securing a win against Natasha yet again. You can't help but suspect that she's using this to divert your attention from the game.

“Not exactly the military,” she clarifies. “It's... well, it's for a government project. Details are classified, even from family.”

You pause the game, finally turning to give her your full attention. 

“You're serious,” you say.

Without missing a beat, Natasha resets the game, her casual demeanor juxtaposing the gravity of her decision.

“Does Yelena know?” you ask, eyes flickering towards Natasha.

She hesitates for a moment, her fingers momentarily stilling on the controller. “Not yet,” she admits, her voice softer. “But I'll tell her soon.”

“Where is she anyway?”

Natasha's gaze drifts before she answers, “She's with Jeremy.”

Your eyes harden instantly at the mention of his name, a reaction so visceral that Natasha picks up on it right away.

“You don't like him,” she observes with a smile.

“No, I don't,” you reply tersely.

Natasha's brow furrows with concern. “Did something happen at that party a little over a week ago?”

“Why do you ask?”

She exhales slowly, rubbing her temples. “Just a feeling... Yelena's been... different since then. I thought maybe you'd know why.”

You’re torn. You feel an urge to warn Natasha about this boy that Yelena’s been seeing. But the look on Yelena’s face after you hit him still haunts you to this day.

She’s obviously smitten with him. Going behind her back won’t help.

“Could you, maybe, talk to her?” Natasha asks. “She always listens to you, you know?”

You smirk, trying to lighten the mood. “That’s because I’m the voice of reason.” 

Natasha lets out a soft laugh. “That you are.”

VII

Talking to Yelena proves more challenging than you have anticipated, because you can’t seem to find her these days.

Each time you're at her and Natasha's place, she’s not home. Her room remains untouched, bed made neatly and no signs of recent activity. Natasha assures you she comes home, but always at odd hours, usually when the city's asleep.

It's surprising to learn that she's consistently invited to parties that neither you nor Natasha know about. 

The girl who keeps to herself most of the time, hiding in bookstores and libraries, has now become the talk of the town and the life of the party. You wonder when and how this transformation took place. 

And because she’s Natasha’s little sister, you can’t help but worry about her. Can’t help but think about the kind of people she surrounds herself with these days.

Can’t help but feel protective of her.

Which is why, when you accidentally run into Jeremy after scouring Yelena’s usual hunts in the East Village, you don’t hesitate to approach him even though you're painfully aware he might have every reason to retaliate for that night at the party.

He's leaning against a graffiti-splashed brick wall, a cigarette smoldering between his fingers. As you draw closer, his eyes lock onto yours, recognition igniting an unmistakable spark of animosity.

“Look who it is,” Jeremy sneers, blowing out a cloud of smoke. “What do you want?”

“I'm looking for Yelena,” you reply evenly.

He chuckles darkly and then holds the cigarette between his lips as he says, “What, are you in love with her or something?”

Your jaw tightens, trying to keep your emotions in check. “She's a family friend, okay? My best friend's sister.”

He raises an eyebrow skeptically, taking another drag from his cigarette before exhaling slowly. “I find that hard to believe, especially after the way you came at me.”

Lifting his sleeve, he reveals a dark, mottled bruise, evidence of your previous altercation. “All this for a family friend?”

“I'm protective of the people I care about,” you retort, your gaze unwavering. “Now, where is she?”

Jeremy smirks, the smoke from his cigarette curling between you two. “Why should I tell you? Maybe you should deal with your feelings first.”

You sigh, your patience waning fast. “Are you going to tell me or not?”

Jeremy takes a long drag from his cigarette, exhaling slowly. His smirk falters for a moment. “She dumped me that night,” he finally says, a hint of bitterness in his tone. “Haven't seen her since.”

You’re surprised (and mildly relieved) to learn that Yelena ended things with him that quickly.

“Then why are you still hanging around her usual spots?” you ask.

He shrugs, falling back against the brick wall, looking more dejected than you would have expected. “Hoping she'd change her mind, I guess. But if you're really desperate to find her, there's this place she mentioned once. A quiet spot by the Brooklyn Bridge, where she goes when she needs to think.”

You nod, processing the information. “Thanks for the tip,” you say reluctantly.

He spits out the blunt and then crushes it with his heel. “Whatever.”

VIII

The sun has begun to set when you arrive in Dumbo. Facing the river, with no buildings within its immediate vicinity, the wind moves freely in its playground. The East River shimmers with colors, and the Brooklyn Bridge stands out against the sky. It makes sense to you why Yelena would choose this peaceful spot in the city for solitude.

You find a series of benches scattered along the promenade, some occupied by people absorbed in their own worlds, either gazing at the river or lost in the pages of a book. 

As you walk further along the riverside, you spot a familiar figure perched on a low stone wall. Yelena, with her hair being toyed with by the wind, is staring at the water with a distant look in her eyes. She's so engrossed in her thoughts that she doesn't notice you approaching.

“Hey,” you start softly, not wanting to startle her.

She turns to look at you, surprised at first before it gradually morphs into wariness. 

“Are you stalking me?”

“No, of course not,” you answer quickly. “I was just... worried about you.”

“Worried? Why?”

“Jeremy told me you two broke up. And with you being... distant lately, I just wanted to make sure you're okay.”

Her eyes drift back to the river for a moment, and then she sighs, her shoulders slumping a little. “I didn't expect him to spill our business to you, of all people,” she mutters, sounding more hurt than angry.

“I ran into him while looking for you,” you explain, trying to ease the tension. “He suggested you might be here.”

Yelena crosses her arms, looking a bit skeptical. “So, you're here out of concern, not because you're trying to... I don't know, gloat or something?”

“Gloat?”You blink in confusion. “Why would I gloat?”

She looks away, avoiding your gaze. “Never mind.”

“I just want you to know,” you start, choosing your words carefully, “That whatever is going on, you don't have to deal with it alone. Nat is worried about you, too.”

Yelena lets out a humorless chuckle. “Nat sent you?”

“No,” you clarify, the sort-of lie coming out easily for you. Technically, she did send you, but she mentioned it in passing, hoping you’d help her get through her sister. “But she's concerned. We both are.”

Yelena hums, seemingly unsatisfied with your sentiments. 

“What are you doing here anyway?” you ask, plopping beside her.

She glances at you, then focuses on the water again. “Thinking... about everything. Did you know Natasha is leaving by the end of the month to join some weird government program?”

Your head whips around to face her, surprise evident in your eyes. "She told you?"

Yelena looks even more surprised–and a little hurt–that you already know. 

“You knew?”

You nod grimly. “But I didn’t know she’s leaving so soon.”

Yelena shakes her head, her expression souring slightly. “I found out accidentally while using her laptop the other day. There was an email opened.”

The two of you sit there in silence, both lost in thought. You miss the days when things were simpler, when the three of you would hang out without any secrets or looming departures hanging over your heads.

“I don’t want things to change,” Yelena murmurs, her voice revealing traces of the reserved young girl who once hid behind her older sister’s more confident demeanor.

You wish for the same thing, but the truth is, a lot has already changed.

Starting with the death of your father. 

And now, faced with the prospect of losing your best friend too, you don’t hesitate. You instinctively pull Yelena into a tight embrace. She stiffens momentarily but then melts into the hug, her breath warm against your shoulder, as your bodies fit together in a new and uncertain way.

IX

Natasha’s up and left by the end of September, and as a new month rolls around, you and Yelena both find yourselves spending time together without the balancing force of her sister. Those first few meetings are stilted, almost as if you're dancing around the elephant in the room. There are fumbled greetings, exchanged in hallways and awkward silences over cups of coffee.

During one of those brief encounters, Yelena mentions her struggle with math. It's a subject you've already navigated, being two years her senior. “I remember going through that topic,” you muse one day, sketching out a problem for her. She squints at your notebook, and you can see the cogs turning.

Your sessions become regular, and soon, the two of you are spending longer stretches of time together. The rhythm is slow but steady. There's a mutual understanding that neither of you want to discuss the glaring void Natasha has left behind. Instead, you bond over shared experiences, inside jokes, and little adventures in the city.

Late night study sessions turn into spontaneous pizza runs. Movie marathons evolve from strictly academic films to cult classics and cheesy rom-coms. There's an unspoken agreement that you both desperately need a distraction, and slowly, you become that for each other.

However, in the crowded hallways of school, things aren't as seamless. You have your established group, a band of friends who’ve known you for years, and their expectations of you are set in stone. Yelena, on the other hand, moves in different circles. With her distinctive style and entourage of artsy friends, they occupy spaces you rarely venture into.

Moreover, your schedules hardly ever line up. While you’re leaving for advanced courses or student council meetings, she's typically heading to the arts wing for a drama club rehearsal or a literature symposium. Those stolen moments in the library or quick nods across the cafeteria become your only connection, otherwise you’d be total strangers from an outsider’s perspective.

One day, during lunch, your friends jokingly mention the budding ‘friendship’ with Yelena. “So, tutoring the sister now? How's that going?” one of them teases. You just smile and shrug it off, but you can't help but feel a pinch of guilt for not integrating Yelena more into your world.

There are also times when Yelena's friends shoot curious glances your way, probably wondering about the nature of your relationship with her. There are whispers, but you both ignore them, focusing on the close friendship you've built, especially with Natasha gone.

It’s your senior year, and you’re just starting to see just how much you and Yelena have in common. 

You can't help but wish you'd realized this earlier, especially since you'll be heading to New York University next year.

X

One night, after you both finish watching “Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind” in your room, Yelena glances over at you, a kernel of popcorn held precariously between her lips.

“Have you ever been in love?”

You almost choke on your soda, before recovering to shrug and say, “I don’t think so.” You watch as Yelena smirks and slowly chews on the popcorn before licking her lips, your eyes following the movement.

“Got a crush on anyone, then?”

The word 'crush' makes your heart race for reasons you’re still unaware of. You find yourself briefly lost in the depths of her green eyes, and there's something about the way her lips curl that grabs your attention. Shaking your head subtly, you rally your thoughts.

“What about you?” you counter, turning the question back on her in an attempt to keep the spotlight away from you. “Ever been in love?”

Yelena pauses, a playful glint appearing in her eyes. She drags out the silence, clearly enjoying the suspense she's creating. “Maybe,” she finally admits with a sly smile.

That simple word instantly has your undivided attention. “Who is it?”

She bites her lip, a move that draws your gaze and makes your heart beat a tad faster. “It's a secret,” she says teasingly.

“Do I know them?”

Instead of answering, she just gives you a mischievous smile and, in a swift move, pulls the covers over herself, hiding underneath. You can hear her giggling, leaving you with more questions than answers.

You chuckle, grabbing a flashlight from your bedside table and diving under the covers alongside her, illuminating both your faces with its soft glow. The confined space brings you closer, close enough to notice the details of her face and the nervous twinkle in her eyes.

“Is it Jeremy?” you ask hesitantly, the guilt from the incident at the party still weighing on you. “I'm so sorry about that night. I never should've–”

“No, it’s not him,” she cuts you off, shaking her head emphatically, her hand lightly touching your arm. “It’s someone else... someone I've felt this way about for a while. For a long time, just loving them from a distance felt enough. But now...” Yelena trails off, her eyes searching yours, for something that might hint that you know who she is talking about. 

That she’s talking about you. 

“...now I’m not so sure it is,” she quietly finishes. 

But your eyes give away your confusion, showing her you can't quite pinpoint who she's referring to. Moreso, when you say, “I hate that they’re making you sad.”

“It’s complicated,” Yelena says. “Sure, the thought of her not feeling the same way stings, but she brings me so much joy. The happiness she offers is greater than the pain. That has to mean something, right?”

“She?”

Yelena freezes at her slip-up. 

“Yes... she,” Yelena drawls. She takes a deep breath, steeling herself. “Nat doesn’t know. I haven't exactly been open about it. Not with anyone, really.”

You shift closer to her, ensuring she feels your presence and support. “Hey, I'm really honored you trust me with this. You never have to change or hide who you are around me. I love you just the way you are.”

She turns her head, her expression simultaneously hopeful and uncertain. “You love me?”

Without hesitation, you nod. “Of course. Yelena, between you, Nat, and my mom, you're the most important people in my life. I've always felt that way.”

She bites her lip, absorbing your words. “Oh,” is all she manages initially. The silence stretches between the two of you, heavy with something you both can’t put a name to. Then, in a voice so soft you almost miss it, she murmurs, “I love you too.”

You weren’t expecting to feel anything differently when she says it back, but you do–

So much, that you consciously maintain a safe distance between your bodies as you both eventually fall asleep.

XI

Days go by, and you start seeing Yelena differently. 

Little things about her catch your eye, like how the sun hits her hair or the way she laughs. You find yourself thinking about her more often than not, even during lectures. 

One afternoon, you're studying together, and you realize you've been staring at the way she holds her pen for far too long. There's a song playing in the background, its lyrics vague and unimportant, but you can't help thinking how it's something she'd love.

But it’s those quiet nights, when the world is asleep, that your thoughts become more personal, more intimate. On one of these nights, as you’re ensnared in those thoughts, warmth spreading all over your body, your phone suddenly rings.

It’s Yelena. Hastily, you pull your hand away from your soaked underwear and try to sound casual as she asks you about a school project that you’ve tackled before. You can’t help but notice how huskier her voice has gotten recently, and as soon as the call ends, you’re shuffling your pants down your legs and fucking yourself with two fingers, coming to the name of your best friend’s sister on your lips.

What follows after is a deep-seated shame. You bury your face into your pillow, trying to muffle the self-reproach that threatens to spill over. 

Now, each time your mind drifts to Yelena, there's a budding warmth, but it's quickly doused by guilt and the looming shadow of Natasha. The trepidation of how she might react to your burgeoning feelings for her younger sister haunts your every thought. Would she see it as a betrayal? As you, taking advantage of Yelena? Or would she understand that feelings, often unexpected and inconvenient, have a way of creeping in?

Days turn into weeks, and you do your best to suppress these emotions, to lock them away and throw away the key. But they have a pesky way of resurfacing when you least expect them to, making ordinary interactions with Yelena charged with a tension you can't shake off.

It's during one such interaction, when you're helping Yelena with a school project at her house, that she catches you staring a moment too long. Her eyebrows knit in confusion, and for a second, you think she's going to question you. But she doesn't, and you're left wondering if she feels it too. Feels a surge of current coursing through her body at any point of contact between your bodies.

XII

The air in Montauk is usually so soothing, but not today. 

Walking through the front door, you immediately notice the empty spaces, corners that were once filled with your father’s belongings. Bewilderment strikes you first. Your eyes dart around the room, trying to take in the enormity of the situation. His jackets are no longer on the hook, his books absent from the shelf. That worn-out armchair where he used to sit with a cup of coffee every morning is no longer there.

The sound of paper crackling captures your attention, and you follow it to the backyard. Your heart plummets when you see your mom tossing pictures into a growing flame. It feels as if time has stopped, as you watch memories being consumed by fire. Each photo that curls, blackens, and disintegrates feels like a piece of your heart being pulled apart.

A scream of anguish and rage leaves your mouth before you can think.

 “What are you doing?!” you shout, rushing forward to snatch what remains of the photos. But the damage has been done.

Your mother's face is a complex mosaic of pain, anger, and a little lunacy. “It's time,” she retorts, her voice brittle but resolute. “Time to move on.”

“How could you?” Your voice breaks, kicking the bench where your father used to lounge in, enjoying a cup of coffee.

Feeling the walls of your house closing in on you, you snatch a small box of photos, the only things that haven't met the flames yet, and storm out.

XIII

The Romanoffs’ residence automatically becomes your refuge.

You don’t even knock, you just barge in, your breaths coming fast, tears streaming down your face. It doesn't take Yelena long to figure out that something's wrong, and she envelops you in a warm, solid embrace.

Her fingers run through your hair soothingly, her voice a gentle murmur in your ear. “It’s okay, let it out,” she whispers, guiding you down the hallway towards her bedroom. Posters of classic horror films adorn her walls, giving the space a uniquely edgy feel. By the side, a stack of books teeters precariously, evidence of her voracious reading habits and an already overflowing bookshelf. Now that you've spent more time in it over the past few months, Yelena's room feels even more familiar than Natasha's ever did.

Before you know it, you're lying down, with Yelena sitting beside you, her hand never leaving yours. Overwhelmed and exhausted, sleep claims you amidst your tears.

Later in the night, you’re woken up by the clinking of a tray. Blinking your eyes open, you see Yelena by your side. She’s holding a plate of something warm and there's a pill and a glass of water on the tray beside her.

“Figured you’d have a killer headache from all that crying,” she says, handing over the pill. Her voice is soft, teasing even, trying to inject some lightness into the heavy atmosphere.

“You made dinner?” Your voice is a croaky whisper.

“Didn't want you starving on me,” she says, shrugging with a smile before setting the tray on the night table beside you. 

And then she starts to ramble, her cheeks tinged pink with embarrassment, “I really don't know how to cook, so I just tried frying some spam. Then I ended up burning one side. I swear, every time I try to cook, I just—”

But you're barely hearing her. In that moment, it hits you just how much she's wormed her way into your heart. In an impulsive moment, powered by emotions running high, you reach out, cupping her face in your hands, and pull her towards you.

The kiss is a sweet, brief meeting of lips, but in that fleeting moment, it communicates more than words ever could. When you pull back, the air between you is thick and your lips are tingling and all you can think about is how much you want to lean in and kiss her again. Yelena's eyes search yours, both of you realizing that things may never be the same again.

Yelena seems to be processing, her green eyes wide and a little unfocused. The softness of her lips still lingers on yours, and the magnitude of what just happened starts to sink in. 

Panic flares in your chest.

“I... I need to go,” you stammer, your mind racing for a reasonable excuse. You can't stay, not now. Not with the desire to push her down the bed looming over your head.

Before she can say anything, before she can even move, you're out of the room, leaving behind a dazed Yelena, clutching the tray she had brought for you, the scent of the burnt Spam still lingering in the room.

XIV

You avoid Yelena at all costs.

For the first three days, your phone buzzes constantly with her calls and texts, and you muster the will to ignore every single one.

At school, you find yourself darting through hallways and taking longer, circuitous routes just to dodge the places where you might bump into her. The hangout spots you both frequented over the past months—the tiny café by the library, the secret alcove behind the gym—are now places you avoid like the plague.

You switch up your post-school routine, taking a completely different path home, even if it means walking an extra mile. Friends begin to notice the lengths you're going to just to not see her and they shoot you questioning looks, but you shrug them off, not ready to talk about it.

There's even a wild, desperate thought about dropping out of school. But every time it comes to the forefront of your mind, you push it away. You're in your senior year; leaving now would mean throwing away all the work you've put in. Plus, you're on the cusp of moving away, starting anew. You just need to endure a little longer.

Every day feels heavier. On one hand, you want to duck and dodge, stay out of Yelena's path until you've figured what it means for you, for her, for your friendship with Natasha. On the other, you're missing her like crazy. More than once, you've caught yourself about to call or text her, only to stop, unsure and overwhelmed. 

And when she stops calling and texting, every time your phone lights up with a notification, a part of you wishes it's her, another hopes it isn't.

And the worst part? The gnawing feeling inside that tells you that the longer you avoid her, the greater the risk of losing her for good. And you're not ready for that. Not by a long shot.

XV

You hide in your room. No one is answering because your mother is still at work, so you just listen to Yelena ringing the doorbell until it stops. You press your ear against the door of your room, straining to hear any signs of movement from downstairs. But there's no one.

And when the ringing stops–for a good ten seconds–you let out a quiet sigh of relief. But just as that thought that she’s given up crosses your mind, there's a sudden thud against your window. Jumping, you pull back the curtain a tad and spot Yelena, a frown carved deep on her face, a couple of pebbles in her hand.

“Come face me, you coward!” she yells, making you wince.

Flustered, you motion frantically for her to head to the front door. After making sure you’re decent enough to receive her, you take a deep breath and head downstairs.

When you open the door, Yelena stands there, eyes boring into you. She’s clearly angry and frustrated, and regardless of those, she still manages to take your breath away.

Yelena steps closer, into the little space you’ve unconsciously provided by opening the door, narrowing the gap between the two of you. Her proximity makes it difficult to think clearly. 

“Why did you run that night?” she asks pointedly, the confusion and hurt undeniable in the way her voice thickens and shakes. “And why have you been avoiding me ever since?”

You look down at your feet as she tries to chase your line of sight. “It's not that I don't want to be around you, Yelena,” you start. “In fact, I want to be around you all the time.”

Yelena’s breath hitches at that. She frowns, trying to decipher your meaning. “So, what’s the problem?”

You muster the courage to lift your chin and finally meet her gaze. “I like you. A lot. So much, in fact, that I'm terrified of what could happen next. I'm scared I won't be able to hold back from falling in love with you.”

She blinks, taking in your confession. “You're such a stupid idiot,” she mutters, more to herself than to you.

“You know those are synonyms, right?” you retort, trying to inject some levity into conversation. 

She arches an eyebrow, “Dense.”

“That's just another synonym,” you mumble, meeting her challenging stare.

But before you can come up with another witty retort, she closes the gap between you two, whispering, “Shut up and kiss me.”

XVI

It’s getting harder and harder to control yourself around Yelena. Being around her has started to feel like you're navigating a minefield.

There's that time you're lounging in her bedroom, reading a book while she goes to shower. The sound of water running and the muffled hum of her voice singing a familiar tune combine to become your favorite music. The soft sheets of her bed, the faint scent of her on the pillow next to you, and the intimate setting conspire against your self-control. You have to consciously remind yourself to breathe evenly, to focus on the words in front of you, and not on the vision of Yelena in the shower.

Even small moments become loaded. Like when she's talking to you, and she tilts her head, exposing the soft curve of her neck. The light catches on her skin just right, and all you can think of is how it would feel under your lips. How she might shiver at your touch, how the pulse beating beneath her skin might race under your caresses.

Then there's the way she's been touching you more. A brush of her fingers, lingering hugs, those almost-too-close moments that send shivers down your spine. It feels like she’s playing a game, seeing how far she can push before you crack.

The dreams aren’t helping either. Some nights they’re tender, others they’re, well, a bit more heated. Waking up from them leaves you flushed and out of sorts.

One balmy afternoon, as the sun's rays filter through the slits of your bedroom curtains, the two of you find yourselves tangled once again. Suddenly, as you're catching your breath, Yelena pulls back slightly, looking deeply into your eyes, the desire evident. “I want you,” she whispers breathlessly, her voice shaking with want.

You freeze, her words threatening to make you combust. “Yelena,” you start, throat dry, “I don't think we should. Natasha doesn't even know about...this.”

She scoffs, rolling her eyes with an exasperated sigh. “This isn't on us. Natasha's off at some super-secretive training camp. How are we supposed to tell her?”

You try a different approach. “You’re sixtee–”

“You’re seventeen,” she cuts you off quickly.

You smile softly at the pout forming on her lips. “I’m turning eighteen next week.”

“Semantics,” Yelena argues.

Your chest tightens, and you finally admit, “There's something else. I've... I've never been with anyone like that before.”

To your surprise, Yelena's confident demeanor falters. She looks away, biting her lip, “Me neither.”

Your eyes widen. “But... Jeremy?”

She looks away, biting her lip. “That night you punched him? That night, it's supposed to happen. But…” She takes a deep breath, her eyes searching yours. “All I can think of is you being outside that room. I can't do it. I've always... I've always wanted it to be you.”

The fact that she hasn’t been with anyone makes you even more nervous. You want her first time to be memorable and good.

“Yelena, uhm,” you start, fidgeting under her gaze. “I have no idea what to do.”

Her thumb brushes over the back of your hand, a soothing gesture. “Neither do I. But that's okay. We have each other.”

“And if we mess up?”

She smirks a little, that playful glint returning to her eyes. “Then we mess up together.”

XVII

It’s a mess, but neither of you would call it ‘messing up’.

When you’ve removed the final piece of clothing off her body, you find yourself staring at the juncture between her legs, your mouth watering at the sight of it.

It’s a beautiful mess.

Yelena shifts slightly, drawing your attention back to her face. Those brilliant eyes of hers are watching you, filled with understanding and the smallest hint of amusement. “First time seeing one up close?” she teases gently, breaking the tension.

Your cheeks warm, but you don’t look away. “You could say that.”

She reaches out, her fingers gently lifting your chin, guiding you to meet her gaze. “It's okay. Remember? We're learning together.”

You nod, kissing her fingers before she lets go of your chin. 

“But please, touch me already,” Yelena husks out, arching her back and lifting her hips closer to your face in offering. “You’re driving me crazy.”

With that, you let go of your reservations, letting instinct take over. 

But you take your time.

You slide your hands under her buttocks, palming her cheeks and keeping her place just in case. The heady scent of her arousal draws you in closer, a fresh wave of wetness collecting between your own thighs. 

Tentatively, you stick your tongue out to touch its tip against the hood of her clit. The sharp intake of Yelena's breath and her subtle tremor give away her anticipation, making the corners of your mouth lift in a fleeting smile. It’s such a small action, and you can’t believe how responsive and needy she’s become.

“God, you're perfect,” you murmur, before flattening your tongue against her core and licking the entire length of her. Your eyes fall shut the moment you taste Yelena for the first time. She tastes as good as she smells, and you can’t help but repeat the act again and again. Each pass draws a deeper reaction from her, coaxing more wetness to cover the lower half of your face. As Yelena's responses intensify, you're grateful for your foresight in keeping her grounded, especially when she instinctively tries to pull away from the overwhelming sensations you're giving her. 

Opening your eyes, you’re met with the most gorgeous sight of Yelena–her fingers clutch at the pillows, pulling them close, while her body arches and writhes–a pure picture of ecstasy. 

Emboldened by her reactions, you focus your attention on her clit, drawing the sensitive nub into your mouth, letting a gentle suction build. The sound Yelena makes is sharp and unguarded, her fingers weaving into your hair, pulling you closer, urging you closer to her heat. 

The flush on Yelena's face intensifies, painting a path from her cheeks to her collarbone as you continue your ministrations. The squelching sounds created by your eager mouth intermingle with her breathy moans, the rustle of the sheets beneath, and your own low sounds of appreciation.

Sensing her impending climax, you momentarily cease the gentle suction, prompting a desperate plea from Yelena, “Please…” But before she can voice her needs, you plunge back in, your tongue swirling insistently around her sensitive nub.

With a final, muffled cry into the pillows, Yelena's body convulses, waves of pleasure coursing through her. You ease your movements, allowing her to ride out the aftershocks of her climax.

Gradually, Yelena's breathing steadies. The vibrant flush of arousal is gradually replaced by a more relaxed hue. Still nestled between her thighs, you place gentle kisses on her inner legs, giving her time to come down from her euphoric high.

Her fingers, previously tangled in your hair, begin to relax, though she doesn’t release you entirely. Instead, they trace delicate patterns along the nape of your neck and your shoulders. A contented sigh escapes her, and you can feel her legs relaxing around you, the earlier tension now but a memory.

Taking this as your cue, you wipe your mouth and chin and gently climb up, situating yourself beside her, pulling her into a close embrace. Her head rests against your chest, listening to the thud of your heart, which beats just as erratically as hers.

“You okay?” you ask softly, brushing stray strands of hair from her face.

She nods, her lips curving into a small, satisfied smile. “More than okay,” she murmurs, snuggling closer. “Thank you.”

You both lay there in comfortable silence, enjoying the warmth of each other's presence. The outside world feels distant, irrelevant. 

After what feels like hours but is probably just minutes, Yelena tilts her head up to meet your gaze, her eyes turning a darker shade of green again. 

“My turn,” she whispers, her hands already exploring.

A soft chuckle escapes your lips as you arch an eyebrow, the sudden role reversal causing a thrill of anticipation to snake through you. “Impatient, are we?" you tease, the hint of a smirk playing on your lips.

Yelena grins, her fingers deftly tracing a path along your collarbone, down your chest, eliciting a shiver from you. “Maybe I've just learned from the best,” she counters playfully, pressing her lips briefly against your neck.

She doesn't rush, taking her time, soaking in every one of your reactions. The softest of kisses to the inside of your wrist has you inhaling sharply. Yelena watches, a glint of mischief in her eyes, before repeating the action, this time lingering longer. Each delicate press of her lips feels like a brand, and you're aware of the rising heat that courses through your body, centered where you want her most.

The press of her thumb against your pulse point, just beneath your jawline, elicits an unexpected moan from your lips. She chuckles softly, clearly pleased with the discovery. “Found a new spot, did I?” Yelena whispers, her voice husky.

Your response is lost as her mouth travels down, her tongue painting a trail down your collarbone, causing you to arch into her touch. “Yelena…” your voice is a breathy plea, laced with desperation.

Her fingers splay across your abdomen, her touch light, almost ticklish. It's a stark contrast to the firm press of her lips against the soft flesh of your thigh. Your hands find her hair, urging her closer, but Yelena pulls away, teasing.

Her eyes meet yours, filled with a playful defiance. “Patience,” she chides, her hot breath against your skin sending another shiver down your spine.

The build-up is excruciating, driving you to your limits.

When her lips finally meet the wetness between your thighs, the sensation is electric. She starts by laying a series of soft kisses there, each one making your hips jerk slightly, seeking more of her. Her tongue dips into you, tasting, exploring, teasing.

Her fingers join in, sliding through your wetness, gathering it before pressing into you. The combined sensation of her fingers moving inside while her mouth focuses on your clit is almost too much to bear. The slick sounds of her mouth on you, combined with the rhythmic thrusting of her fingers, fills the room. The dampness between your legs grows with each pull and push, with every flick and suck she delivers.

As Yelena works her magic, she surprises you by letting her fingers wander further back, teasing the rim of your other hole. The unexpected sensation causes you to gasp sharply, eyes widening in surprise and a new sort of arousal.

“Trust me?” she murmurs against your heated skin, her voice a low rumble that sends another jolt of pleasure through you.

All you can do is nod, your usual articulateness lost to the whirlwind of sensation. With the slickness from your arousal aiding her, Yelena gently applies pressure there, testing, probing, adding a new layer to the pleasure. The combination of her mouth, fingers inside you, and this new, intimate exploration has you spiraling.

Your fingers clutch her head, guiding her, even as your back arches, pushing yourself further into her touch. Yelena, sensing your nearness to the edge, doubles her efforts. The world blurs out, every nerve ending centered on the wet slide of her fingers and the firm, insistent press of her mouth against your most sensitive spot. With a final cry, you come around Yelena’s fingers, leaving you trembling, soaked, and sated beneath her.

For a moment, there's nothing but the two of you—the heavy breaths, the shared warmth, and the intoxicating scent of your combined arousal.

Then, with a tantalizing slowness, Yelena extracts her fingers from within you. You can feel their absence keenly, the cool air hitting the warmth they've just left behind. As she brings her fingers to her face, the wetness on them catches the dim light, making your heart race even faster.

Her eyes, dark with desire, lock onto yours. You're held captive by that gaze, and then with a smirk, she slides her fingers into her mouth, sucking on them deeply, audibly. The sound, the sight of it, is almost too much.

“Yum,” she murmurs, her voice dripping with mischief and satisfaction. The single word breaks the spell, sending another jolt of heat through you. 

You don't even get a moment to process her bold move because, in the next heartbeat, you're overcome with a renewed surge of desire. Drawing Yelena closer, you can feel the slick heat of her pressing against you, the intimate wetness of your arousal mingling together.

The sensation of her clit, swollen and sensitive, rubbing against yours elicits deep, guttural moans from both of you. Your hands grasp her hips, guiding and urging her into a rhythm that sends sparks of pleasure ricocheting through your body. The room is filled with the sounds of skin on skin, punctuated by the wet slide of your clits moving together, and the heady scent of sex.

Yelena's eyes, half-lidded and wild, fixate on yours, capturing every reaction, every moan that slips past your parted lips. Her fingers dig into your hips, anchoring herself to you, as your bodies grind together, lost in wild abandon. 

Your hands cradle Yelena's face, bringing her mouth to yours. As your lips meet, the kiss is all-consuming—a frenzied mix of passion and urgency, the taste of you still on her tongue.

Your hips falter, and you can't hold back the whimper that escapes when you feel that familiar sensation above your groin. The sensation of Yelena's body moving against yours, combined with the feel of her lips and the taste of her mouth, pushes you closer and closer to the brink.

Your focus narrows to the point where the only thing that matters is the tantalizing friction between the two of you. Yelena's rhythm matches yours, her hips moving urgently against your own. 

“God... don't stop,” Yelena breathes into your ear, her voice shaky with need.

Your reply is caught by a moan as the coil in your belly tightens even more, threatening to snap. “Yelena…” you manage, voice raspy and broken.

Suddenly, her teeth bite down into your shoulder, making you gasp. “Sorry,” she mumbles against your skin, but you can hear the edge of ecstasy in her voice.

“It's okay,” you manage, voice strained with pleasure. “Feels... good.”

Yelena's hips grind unevenly against yours, the slickness between you both growing with each movement. Every thrust sends ripples of pleasure through you both, wetness mixing and coating your inner thighs, creating a deliciously slippery friction. You can feel the warmth of her arousal as it mingles with your own, the combined sensation dizzying.

“God... can you feel that?” Yelena gasps, her voice ragged and desperate.

“Yes,” you breathe, nearly overwhelmed by the sensation. The raw intensity of the moment, the feeling of her wetness against yours, is almost too much to bear.

“I'm close,” she warns, her voice strained.

“Fuck, me too,” you whisper back, lost in the sensation.

Suddenly, Yelena's body stiffens, her muffled cry against your shoulder sending vibrations straight to your core. The feeling of her release, warm and wet against you, combined with the bite of pain from her teeth, triggers your own climax. Your bodies shake together, still feeling the rush of pleasure even after the most intense moments have passed.

The room falls silent except for the sounds of your labored breaths and the gentle rustling of sheets. The rawness of the moment makes your skin tingle, and you become acutely aware of the warm stickiness between your thighs and the pulsating ache where Yelena had left her mark on your shoulder.

She pulls back slightly, her green eyes, now softened, searching yours. The corners of her lips tug upwards in a tender, adoring smile. “That was…”

“...unreal,” you finish, still catching your breath.

She chuckles lightly, shifting her weight to lie beside you. “Yeah, I didn't think... I mean, I hoped, but that was…”

“Beyond words,” you murmur, pulling her closer until she’s resting on top of you.

You both lay there for a moment, bodies intertwined, enjoying the afterglow. Yelena reaches out to caress the bite mark she left, a look of concern crossing her features. “Did I hurt you?” she murmurs, lips brushing against the reddened skin.

You wince slightly at her touch but shake your head. “It’ll bruise, but it's okay. Kind of like it, actually,” you say with a sly grin, making her laugh.

She leans down, pressing a gentle kiss on the bite mark, her lips lingering against your skin. “Sorry, I got carried away,” she mumbles against your shoulder.

“You have nothing to apologize for,” you reassure her, tilting her chin up to capture her lips in a soft, languid kiss. “But maybe we should clean up a bit.”

She nods in agreement, and the two of you untangle yourselves from the sheets. The air feels cooler against your flushed skin as you help each other clean up, using damp cloths to wipe away the evidence of your shared passion.

Afterward, Yelena snuggles close, her head resting on your chest, listening to your heartbeat. 

You drape an arm over her, fingers absentmindedly playing with her hair. “I’m glad it was with you,” you whisper, pressing a kiss on the top of her head.

“I love you,” she says, tightening her grip around you. Those three words nearly bring tears to your eyes as a surge of affection for the girl in your arms envelops you.

“I love you too.”

XVIII

You want it to last forever.

More than exploring each other’s bodies nearly every night, you want each moment spent with Yelena to last forever. You might think it's too soon, but honestly, it feels like you've known her forever. 

She’s it.

She’s the one.

Time, however, has its own pace. Before you know it, you and Yelena are receiving an email from Natasha herself that she will be coming home in two weeks. You can't help but feel a growing tension, a deadline looming over your idyllic world. But at the same time, you’re excited to have your best friend back.

One evening, as you both lay in bed, the soft glow from the streetlights outside illuminating the room, you broach the subject. 

“When Nat comes back,” you start, tracing patterns on Yelena's arm, “I want to make us official. Tell her about us.”

Yelena's gaze meets yours, and though she nods, there's a hesitation in her eyes, a shadow of doubt. “Of course,” she replies, but her voice lacks the enthusiasm you'd hoped for. But for now, you pull her close, not wanting to read much into things especially with how perfect the past few months have been.

XIX

The atmosphere feels different since Natasha’s unexpected return. 

A few days have passed, but the three of you continue to circle around each other, resembling planets in an unsure orbit. Yelena and Natasha seem wrapped up in their own reunion, while you tread carefully, waiting for the right moment to bring up your relationship with Yelena.

This evening, you find your opening. Yelena has stepped out, leaving you and Natasha alone in the living room, sitting at opposite ends of the couch. 

“Has Yelena told you anything recently?” you finally break the silence, your voice betraying a hint of nervousness. 

Natasha tilts her head, narrowing her eyes slightly. “What do you mean?”

“Did she mention something big? I mean… you were gone for quite some time and I understand if you’re shocked, but–”

“Uh, yeah, she did mention something,” Natasha interjects softly. “She got accepted to a program in Leeds.”

The world seems to tilt off its axis. Leeds?

“What?” you ask, failing to keep your voice down.

This is news to you. What’s going on?

“She’s leaving in ten days,” Natasha continues, looking at you curiously. “You didn’t know?”

XX

You only realize Yelena's been distancing herself when you hear about Leeds.

Even though you still see her every day, she's managed to avoid spending time alone with you. Every time the topic of informing Natasha about your relationship comes up, she finds an excuse to divert or leave. Now, she consistently includes Natasha in your plans, turning what were once dates into casual hangouts.

As school ends one afternoon, you spot Yelena's familiar figure quickly exiting the building, her pace hurried, as though trying to escape. It's evident she's avoiding running into you on her way home. You remember the desperation that had led you to skip your last class, just so you could finally confront her.

Taking a deep breath, you quickly catch up to her. 

“Yelena!” you call out. 

She pauses, her shoulders tensing, and then slowly turns to face you. There's a hesitance in her eyes, but you're determined.

“Why Leeds?” you blurt out, all your emotions hinging on that single question.

She exhales sharply, looking as if she's been cornered, her gaze darting around. “I... I applied a while ago. Before everything between us started.”

Your heart sinks. “Were you planning on just disappearing without saying anything?”

Yelena's eyes shimmer with unshed tears. “I was scared,” she admits. “I didn't know how to tell you.”

“That's not fair,” you say, your voice choked. 

She nods, biting her lip. “I know. I'm sorry.”

“I just...when did you apply?” you ask, trying to make sense of the timeline in your head.

“After Natasha told me about her own plans,” Yelena whispers. That was before you saw her in this new, intimate way, before everything between you two began. “I thought it would be best if I too had something to focus on.”

Your eyebrows furrow in confusion. “So you applied because Natasha was leaving? Why didn’t you tell me? We could have figured something out together.”

She sighs, her gaze drifting downwards. “It was a spontaneous decision, a way to cope with the changes, I guess. And then, you and I happened... It all went too fast. Before I knew it, I was accepted and suddenly, telling you became the hardest thing to do.”

The realization stings. All those moments, all those memories, and all the while, there was this looming secret she hadn't shared. “So,” you mutter, a tremor in your voice. “This was all just... a distraction for you?”

Yelena's eyes snap up, wide and filled with panic. “No! Never! It wasn't like that at all. What we had, what we shared, it was real for me. More real than anything I've ever felt.”

Your eyes blur as tears gather around your eyes. “Then why Leeds? Why not tell me? Why not give us a chance?”

You find yourself repeating the questions, hoping that if said enough, they might somehow reshape the truth, making it easier for you to accept and move on.

“I didn't want to put you in that position," she confesses, her voice breaking. “To make you choose or feel tied down. I love you too much for that.”

You exhale deeply, gritting your teeth in order to hold yourself together. “Yelena, love also means being honest and facing challenges together."

“I know,” she whispers, unable to hold back her own tears. “I'm so sorry.”

The world around you seems to blur. “So, is this it? Are we just... done?”

She hesitates for a moment, searching your eyes for understanding. “I don’t want to hold you back, and I need to focus on this new chapter. It wouldn’t be fair to either of us.”

Nodding slowly, you muster the strength to say, “Goodbye, Yelena.”

XXI

For several days, your room's four walls become your entire world. Natasha, sensing something amiss, checks on you with growing concern. When she questions your seclusion, you blame it on a virus, claiming it's safer for you to stay isolated. But the truth is, your heart is shattered, and you can't bring yourself to share the painful reality with your closest friend.

At first, Yelena's messages are filled with apologies, each one dripping with regret. But as the days go by, her tone shifts. There's worry evident in the string of texts that asks if you're okay, questions about your health, pleas for just one response.

Then, as silence from your end persists, the messages take on an edge. “Is this really how you want to handle things?” one of them reads. “After everything, you're just going to shut me out completely?”The accusations sting, but you're in so much pain already that it hardly makes a difference.

A particularly scathing text catches your eye one evening: “I thought we meant more to each other. Is this really how you want us to end?”

The screen blurs in front of you as tears threaten, leaving you torn between reaching out and honoring the goodbye you've already given.

XXII

Seven long days of silence later, something shifts within you. 

Distance can't be an end. You can't let it. You decide it's time to act, to see Yelena, to tell her that you’re willing to put in the work despite the long distance.

Pulling on a jacket, you make your way to her house. Your mind races, framing and reframing the words you want to say, the assurances you want to give, the hope you want to share.

As you approach the house, you immediately notice the absence of music from the living room. Yelena always ensured a playlist was playing in the background, a comforting constant whenever they were home. That familiar comfort is missing now, replaced by an unsettling silence. A knot of unease forms in your stomach. You knock, hoping against hope.

The door opens, and there stands Natasha, mildly surprised to find you at her doorstep. 

“Hey! Wasn't expecting you today,” she greets with a lightness. “You here for Yelena?”

You nod, trying to find your voice. "Yeah, I wanted to talk to her."

A puzzled look crosses Natasha's face. “Oh, she said she talked to you a couple of days ago. I thought... Anyway, she took an earlier flight this morning. I assumed she told you?”

The ground seems to fall away beneath you. You manage a weak smile, masking the wave of emotions threatening to overwhelm you. “I must've missed that. Thanks, Natasha. Maybe I’ll just text her…I think I left something on at home. Better head back.”

You retreat before Natasha can ask any more questions, literally running out of the house before you fall apart in front of her.

Reaching your place, you shut the door behind you, leaning against it as if trying to barricade yourself from the outside world. Your phone buzzes with a message notification. It's from Yelena: 

I'm sorry.

#yelena belova x reader #yelena belova imagine #yelena belova x you #yelena belova #yelena belova fanfiction #marvel #marvel wlw #my fics #my writing #IFISS #ILGOSS #natasha romanof #friends to lovers #smut #angst #yelena x reader #yelena x female reader

[thekaiqueen]

Clint: I asked Bucky out.

Natasha: Oh, I’m sorry.

Clint: Why?

Natasha: Well, I assume he said no.

Clint: No, he said yes.

Natasha: Really? Then I’m sorry for him.

#incorrect marvel quotes #clint barton #natasha romanof #james bucky barnes #winterhawk #clintucky #clucky

[adi06lena]

Waddles

Natasha romanoff x fem reader

Word count: 283

Summary: natasha and nalani make fun of Y/n for waddling

Warnings: pregnant reader?, nothing else :)

A/n; lmao haven't posted in a hot minute but here yall go. I also kinda wanna make this an AU where i do little blurbs and maybe fics?? Let me know if y’all would like that!! Reblogs are so so appreciated!!

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“Mama mama”

“Yes my love?”

 “Watch”

Nalani then started waddling around. Why the hell was she doing that?

“Why are you walking like that honey?”

I move my hand to my growing belly.

“I'm walking like you mama!”

I couldn't help the chuckle that left my mouth. 

“See!”

My sweet girl starts to waddle again as giggles leave her mouth. 

“So you think mama's walking is funny huh?”

That's my tasha’s voice

“Mommy!”

Nalani runs to Natasha and is immediately picked up. I just sit in the same spot now with my arms crossed over my baby bump.

I hear mumbling and little whispers from them.

“What are you whispering about over there hm?”

“Oh nothing darling”

Natasha then turns her attention to nalani. Watch from a distance.

“Now I think this little one need to get changed and ready for bed huh?”

“I think so to mommy”

“Okay you two are definitely planning something be my sweet girl never wants to go to sleep that easy”

I look at both of them with one eyebrow raised.

“No honey were not”

“If you say so darling”

Nat puts nalani down and they start……waddling away.

I huff

“Really you two??”

Nalani looks back at me.

“What mama?”

Natasha chimes in to as they keep waddling walking away

“Yea what mama?”

“You're very lucky i can only waddle right now or you two would be running”

“Mhm sure darling”

“Just put our baby to bed and get back out here cause you owe me a foot massage now”

I hear Natasha huff loudly. 

“That's what you get for making fun of me darling”

“Yea yea”

At that I know I've really won.

#adi’s random shit #amazing mutuals #asks <3 #marvel #adi vents #natasha romanoff #natasha romanoff x reader #avengers #black widow #natasha romanoff x you #natasha romanoff x #natasha romanoff x fem reader #natasha romanoff x y/n #natasha romanof #natasha romanoff x fem!reader

[punkyarabella]

Seven Minutes in Hell

Summary: What happens when the team forces you to play Seven Minutes in Heaven with Bucky, your sworn enemy?

Warnings: Drinking, no smut but things get steamy

956 words

Masterlist

"What?! No, no, no!"

You shake your head vehemently, forcing a laugh out to prove how ridiculous this is.

"Natasha, back me up here," you plead to your friend, but she's giggling above her glass of whiskey.

"The bottle has spoken, kid," Sam shrugs.

You risk a look towards Bucky, who looks as uncomfortable as you, but avoids to look at you.

"Come on, we don't got all night!" Clint rushes.

"I don't even know what you're asking of me," Bucky frowns.

"God, you're old," Sam rolls his eyes. "You get behind that door with her, and you get seven minutes in heaven. It's in the title."

"More like seven minutes in hell," you grunt as you take another swing of the expensive alcohol.

Bucky finally looks at you, but with daggers in his eyes.

"She's right, I'm worried they might kill each other," Steve raises an eyebrow.

"Oh my God," Clint whines loudly. "I just want to end this stupid teenager game and go to bed. Please, go behind that door and make out. Or stab each other for all I care."

"I'm taking a knife," you grab one from the table, showing it to Bucky as a warning.

"I could kick your ass before you get a chance to pull it out," he scoffs and you glare at him.

Sam and Clint eventually stand up from the couches to physically push the two of you in the small stock room behind the kitchen of the common floor. Sam makes sure to lock the door, before starting the timer.

"So, are we making out or fighting?" Bucky asks.

You turn to face him, an eyebrow raised.

"I'm not making out with you," you grimaces. "I'd rather eat a bag of dog shit."

"Oh, wow, that's colorful," he laughs, the low sound resonating through the small space. "What is wrong with you?"

"Nothing, what is wrong with you?" you weakly scoff back, your head distracted by his cologne filling up the air around you. You shift uncomfortably and he notices.

"Afraid you'd like it?" he teases, a devilish spark in his eyes.

"No, afraid I'd throw up," you correct, your back hitting the locked door as he takes a step closer.

Tingles rushes between your thighs, and you blame it on the absurd amount of alcohol you drank.

"Come on, not even a little curious?" he's smirking now. "Don't think I've never noticed your little glances."

Your eyes go wide, and he grins. But you're not going to let him win, so you try to regain your composure.

"I don't know what you're talking about," you shake your head.

"I'm talking about the way you check me out when I'm working out, or cooking, even during missions sometimes," he chuckles as he can see the red creep up your cheeks.

"You're wrong, I hate you," you spit back.

The room feels stuffy, with Bucky standing so close to you, you're sure he can hear your heart pounding. He's just out of reach, and your hands are itching to grab his shirt and drag him even closer.

"You can hate me all you want, doll," he leans closer to you, a cheeky smile on his face when you can't take your eyes off his lips, "doesn't change the fact that we're attracted to each other."

Your eyes snap up to meet his, your mind is racing and you can only think about how tempting he's looking right now. He scans your eyes, waiting for a reaction, until you let your body win and get your hands on him.

His lips crash with yours as you pull on his shirt, and you can taste the beers he's been drinking all night on his tongue. Bucky grabs your waist, pulling you flush against his hard body, before letting his hands roam your back and hips. You pull at his hair and he lets out a moan, that forces you to press your thighs together to relieve some of the pressure.

That's when he lifts you up to wrap your legs around his waist, making you very aware of his erection as he pushes you against the door. You moan against his lips and he swallows the sound greedily, his hands bruising your thighs and ass. You're breathless and you feel like your whole body is on fire under his touch.

"Fuck, I hate you so much," you pant against his lips.

He chuckles and playfully bite your lower lip.

"I don't care, keep kissing me," he breathes out.

So you obliges, as your hands roam over his broad shoulders, your nails scratching the bits of exposed skin. He grinds his hips into you, and your head falls back, your lips parted as you hold back a breath.

"Holy shit," you let out.

Your reaction makes him very pleased, so he repeats the move, and your eyes flutter shut, as the coil tightens in your stomach. His hand wraps around your neck as he pulls your head back, to captures your lips again. You moan against his lips as he keeps rubbing against you.

The knock on the door stops all movements, as you stare at each other like deers caught in headlights.

"Seven minutes are up," Sam calls from outside. "Are you both dead or did one of you survive?"

Bucky puts you down on the floor, as you both registers what happened. You quickly smooth out your clothes but notice as Bucky readjusts himself in his pants. The key turns and Sam opens the door.

You're sure that you looked fucked out, but the team seems gracious enough to not mention it. But they still all stare at the two of you, barely surprised by the plot twist.

#bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes fanfic #enemies to lovers #hot #bucky barnes x reader #seven minutes in heaven #domestic avengers #james buchanan bucky barnes #steve rogers #winter soldier #avengers #mcu #natasha romanof #sam wilson #clint barton #bucky barnes #smut #kiss #seven minutes

[chaosromanoff]

Stress relief (Natasha Romanoff x Fem!Reader)

A/N: You've been studying for your finals all week, you couldn't sleep or even kiss your girlfriend because of your schedule. But Natasha, being the good girlfriend she is, knows a perfect stress-relief for you. Warnings: This contains smut, swearing, fingering, strap-on use, praise etc. soft!top!Natasha x bottom!reader. +18 only, minors DNI!

It was almost 2AM and you were still studying, your math book wide open while you were trying to write down helpful notes on your notebook.

You were going to have a math test at the end of the week and it would be your last one, so after that you would have your long awaited and well deserved vacations.

But right now, you had to focus on that stupid test, and it's getting complicated since it's late and there are a lot of things you still don't understand very well. Frustration is growing inside of you and you can only cover your face with your hands, feeling your eyes full of tears. It could be because you're extremely tired, or stressed, or both.

That's when you felt a hand in one of your shoulders and you sighed in relief. "Come to sleep, detka." Natasha told you softly.

"I can't." You whispered, your voice was weak and Nat noticed that.

"Let me make you feel good, baby. You need to relax so you can sleep. I can feel the tension in your muscles."

Her hands started massaging your shoulders and you sighed heavily. Her long fingers almost danced in your tensed muscles.

"That's it, pretty girl." You had to surpress a moan at her words, but it came out as a whimper, which was heard by Natasha and it made her smirk. "My beautiful girl, you were having stressful days and yet you're still doing good, all of your grades are perfect, just like you." She mumbled. "You deserve to relax and to have a good night of sleep."

Both of you knew that, right now, the last thing you wanted to do is sleep. You wanted her.

"Natty." You whispered, still lost in her movements and in her words. "I need you."

"Tell me exactly what you need." Natasha demanded softly, her raspy voice being sensual.

"Fuck me please." You said, almost blushing at your own words. But truth is, that's what you and your girlfriend needed. Natasha and you haven't had sex for almost two weeks and it was because of you being busy with your final tests.

Her movements stopped and she took your hands between hers, getting you up from the chair in a swift move, your faces were only milimeters apart and you couldn't resist being that close to her.

You kissed her softly and she kissed you back, you moaned when you felt her tongue touching yours and it made her crazy. She wanted to be more fereal and touchy, but she knew you needed something soft.

"Let's go to our bedroom, yeah?" You nodded at her question and she took your hand, guiding yo to your shared room. "Let me help you." Natasha said while taking off your shirt, your bare chest now exposed to her. "Such a beautiful girl." She mumbled, touching your breasts softly and you let out a moan. "My beautiful girl."

You both helped yourselves with your clothes until you two were completely naked. Natasha's body on top, kissing you while one of her hands massaged your left boob and the other hand went down to your core.

"You're so wet for me, detka." She said moaning at your wetness and you blushed. She smiled and kissed you again. "Don't be shy, pretty one. You don't have to be shy around me."

"I know." You mumbled and hissed when you felt one of her fingers teasing your entrance. "Please, Tasha. Don't tease."

Suddenly, two of her fingers were inside of you, stretching you out and you couldn't help to moan and arch your back.

"So pretty." She whispered before kissing your neck. Natasha bit your skin just enough to leave an almost visible mark, she knew you hated hickeys, but this one made you moan even louder. "You take my fingers so well, detka."

"Faster, baby." You demanded, moaning at her praise and she obliged. Your moans filled the room along with Natasha's gasps. "Oh, Natty, I- fuck!" You exclaimed when she hit your sweet spot, your back permantly arched by now, allowing Nat to move her mouth right to one of your nipples, sucking it instantly and making your body shake. "I'm gonna cum. I'm gonna cum, Nat."

"Come on, princess. Be a good girl and cum for me."

Your arms circled her neck and your legs were shaking like crazy, soon you felt the knot in your stomach exploding, sending you over the edge and cumming on Nat's fingers.

"Think you can do it one more time?" Natasha asked once your breathing was normal and you nodded, she smiled after mumbling a quiet "good girl" and her hands started to move to your core again but soon you stopped her movements by taking her wirsts. "Are you ok?" You nodded.

"I want you to use the strap on me." You said and her eyes lit up, she nodded and soon she went to the closet to put the strap-on. You opened your legs and Natasha took her place between them. She put some lube on the dildo before moving it up and down your slit. "Be gentle." You said, a little bit worried.

"I will." She assured you, smiling and kissing your lips before moving the head of the toy to your entrance. You gasped when you felt it inside of you, you weren't used to the dildo but you could handle it. "You're taiking it so well, princess. Does it hurt?"

"No. Keep going, please." Natasha obliged and you let out a moan when you felt the entire length inside you. She kissed your neck until you get used to the intrusion. After few minutes, you were ready and started moving your hips slowly. "You can move, Tasha."

Natasha started moving slow and steady while her mouth was working wonders on your nipples. You couldn't keep your eyes open because of the pleasure you were feeling, one of your hands attached to Nat's red hair, while the other was on her back, keeping her close to you.

"Nat, go- shit. Please go faster." You managed to say between moans and gasps. She didn't answer, but her movements talked for herself.

The sound of your skins slapping together started to fill the room along with your moans and Natasha's groans and constant praises. The toy was hitting your sweet spot and it was also pleasuring Nat, the movement stimulating her clit with every thrust.

"Fuck, Y/N, I'm so close." She said, her movements becoming sloppy but she tried to keep the pace you wanted and needed.

"Me too, I'm gonna- god! I'm gonna cum." Nat's fingers teased your clit moving it in circular motions, you rolled your eyes at the pleasure. It didn't take too much for you to come undone once again, and when Natasha's name came out of your mouth as a scream, her orgasm hit her.

Both of you were breathing heavily, Nat and you shared a sloppy kiss that didn't last that much because you couldn't breathe properly. Nat pulled out of you as slowly as she could, trying not to hurt you.

When she tossed the toy somewhere on the floor, she came to you and hugged you, her front pressed to your back and her arms circled your waist.

"Thanks for the stress relief." You whispered, still trying to breathe properly. She chuckled at your words and brought you closer to her body.

"Anytime, my love. Now you need to get some..." Nat stopped talking when she heard a light snore. She smiled to herself and kissed your head before covering your bodies with the bed sheets. "Good night, dove."

#natasha romanof #natasha romanoff x reader #fem reader #natasha romanoff x fem reader #natasha romanoff fanfic #black widow #natasha romanoff imagine #natalia alianovna romanova

[animealways]

Were not family, were a team

Avengers x stark!reader/natasha x stark!reader, tony x gn!kid!reader well to tony were still a kid (the avengers came together again but adjusting to the situation was more difficult for some especially for the person with trust, paraniod, family, anxiety and abandonment issues)

It has been a few months since thanos died. It was quite brutal considering you decapitated him with your nano tech shield. It was the most brutal way you ever had to kill someone.

You weren't stupid, you're a avenger. You knew you had killed people before, hell the sokovia accord made that clear as daylight but it was never with intend. Thanos left you with no choose however as he was about to do the same thing to your father but having nebula, thanos daughter witness the whole thing only made you feel more guilty.

Its why after everything cooled down, you apologized to her. Natrualy she was confused as to why, after all it was very necesscary and completely understandable as to why you did it. All you said was "he's still your father." Nebula just nodded and walked away. You knew thanos death hurt her. You yourself know all to well whats like to have family that hurts you but still care about them at the end of the day. It was like that with your own father from time to time.

So to say you weren't feeling well would be accurate especially since all this could have been avoided if the avengers stayed together by discussing instead of fighting.

Wich you were reminded of everytime the team was together. After thanos was defeated you, your dad and steve made a pact that the avengers had to stay together no matter what.

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It was a relax friday. Everyone was sitting and talking to each. You're sitting on the couch with your arm wrapped around natasha shoulder and your head leaning on her shoulder all the while she was talking to wanda.

Peter kept asking for stories about mission, training and whatever came to his mind, curious about the avengers he didn't get know when he became spiderman. You couldn't help but smile. It reminded you of when tony told you stories of his mission when you were a teen. Looking back it was a really bad idea since that lead to you making your own version of the iron man suit but hey what happend happens.

''you guys almost sound like family.'' wich you couldn't help but scoff at.

''is there something little stark?'' you looked at cap with face that screamed 'really?'.

''i just don't think most of us are family, well not anymore atleast.'' natasha frowned at you. ''what makes say that?''

''i'm just saying that family doesn't try to tear each other down after 1 fight.'' peter sat there looking at you, rubbing his neck ackwardly since you do make a point. tony looked at you not saying anything along with the rest of the avengers. steve decided to speak up since no one els did.

''look y/n i know its was a mess but we did our bes-''

''no you didn't!'' you stood up now pissed.

''half of you guys just picked a side, not thinking what it ment to the rest of the team. instead you fought anyone that didn't ultimately agree with you, we're acting like a bunch of dumbass childeren. despite the fact it was a goverment contract. yeah i hate ross as much as the next person for that shit but it was still a contract he gave us. we could have negotaited to change the terms so that wanda and pietro wouldn't be treated like animals in a cage while also still have our own agency over our work.''

no one said a word, just staring at you. ''did all of you seriously forget that? oh and lets not forget how many of us actually tried to keep the team together, you know the avengers, earth first line of defence. half of the planet including the rest of the universe could have been death because of us.''

you walked out of the room done with this conversation. natasha went after you while everyone els let your words sink in. you took a sip of your beer looking at the night sky. natasha stood next to you on the balcony. she grabbed your hand, rubbing it with her tumb.

''i know you're angry and i also know there is more to it then that.''

you sighed, having black widow as your girlfriend ment she could read you like a book. ''i wish i had done more. for wanda, pietro, dad, you, everyone. all of this could have avoided if i-''

natasha grabbed your neck with both her hands to smash your lips together passionately. ''don't blame yourself, like you said all of us we're acting like 'dumbass childeren' for not seeing the bigger picture and letting our emotion get the better of us. all of should have done better maybe then we would be better prepared for thanos. you did your best.'' you stared in her lushes green eyes before sighing again.

''yeah i did my best, but somehow it never feels like its enough.''

''thats because you can't face the earth probleems on your own and if the rest of the team isn't doing their best it goes wrong. we are all to blame for what happen but it doesn't mean we don't care about each other.''

''i know i still care for them. it... it just doesn't feel right to call this a family anymore. all my life my dad was the only family i had and sure he fucked up a bunch of times majorly but at the end of the day he would try to make sure to see things from my side. he tried to make sure my needs we're met but with the sokovia accord everyone got stuck in their own bubble of emotions. if my dad ever did that i... i probably already be dead considering all the enemies we have.''

''thats alright, you're entitled to your feelings. as long as you don't stop caring.'' she hugged you foreheads touching. ''you know i always care. im just really pissed now too.''

''can i have a word with junior?'' both of you look to see your dad, standing there looking with a face that abit looked simealer to the time he got so drunk on his birthday he blew up the house.

natasha nodded, leaving you and your dad alone on the balcony. he walked over to you and wrapped his arm around your shoulder. ''you're right, we should have done better, i should have done better.''

''all of us could have.'' you muttered. ''no, i saw how often you talked to ross. you gave your best while i... i shouldn't have let a break up bother me so much.''

''its understandable but it doesn't excuse you dumbass behaviour.''

''i know. i'm sorry kid. i promise no matter what happens i will do everything to keep the avengers together, if not for the team or earth i will for you and pepper.''

''and hopefully morgan soon.'' your dad smiled. ''yeah i hope i can finally give you a bigger family.''

#tony stank #tony stark daughter #tony stark x reader #pepper stark #morgan stark #tony stark #tony x stark!reader #stark!daughter #stark!reader #natasha romanof #natasha romanoff #natasha #natasha romanov #natasha marvel #avengers #natasha x reader #natasha x stark!reader #civil war #mcu avengers #marvel movies #marvel mcu #marvel #marvel cinematic universe #tony x son!reader #tony x daughter!reader #tony x you #tony x reader #tony x y/n #iron man imagine #iron man reader insert

[blavkvdova]

never gonna be over the fact that she put like 100+ candles on his fucking cake, i love them so much

#buckynat #winterwidow #bucky barnes #james barnes #natasha romanof #natalia romanova #i love them a lot

[avengerscompound]

The Unbeatable Squirrel Girl (2015)

#marvel #avengers #marveledit #comicedit #natasharomanoffedit #blackwidowedit #natasha romanof #black widow #nick fury #phil coulson #tony stark #iron man #doreen green #squirrel girl #the unbeatable squirrel girl (2015) #616 #ryan north #erica henderson #marvel comics #avengerscompoundedit

[rufferto9]

Thanks for the memories

Title: Thanks For the memories Buckybarnesbingo : Square Filled: K2 Prompt: Spa Day! Artist:Rufferto Card: B050 Pairing: Bucky/Nat Rating: General General Warnings:Bucky has makeup on, nailpolish, sad, alpine is cute? Summary: Bucky woke up that morning to one of his old memories of Natasha from a long time ago. They had taken a break one day at the facility in Russia and just listened to music and did each other's nails and makeup. It was one of his very few pleasant memories and he was glad to get it back. Unfortunately it just made him miss Natasha all the more and wish he had been able to talk to her before she died.

Dangit, I made myself cry writing that and i know it's not perfect and very sketchy and i will finish it later! <3

#bbbingo2023 #buckybarnesbingo #buckybarnes #natasha romanof #bucky/nat #bingo fill

[nattyslover]

n.r

🤍:fluffy 🐈‍⬛:angsty ✨:steamy 🦢:fun/crack

nothing yet :(

#black widow #natasha romanov smut #natasha romanoff fanfic #natasha romanof #natasha romanoff smut #natasha romanoff imagines #natasha romanoff fanfiction #natasha romanoff one shot #natasha romanoff oneshot #natasha romanoff imagine #natasha romanoff fluff #natasha romanoff x you

[mcu-fan-fics-blog]

Remember a Time ix

Series:  (Pt.1), (P.t 2), (P.t 3), (P.t 4), (P.t 5), (P.t 6), (P.t 7)

Wanda Maximoff x Fem! Reader, Natasha Romanoff x Fem! Reader ;)

(High school Au ) No Powers

Word count: 2218

A/N: Here is another installment I hope you guys like it. I’m slowly getting back into writing. I’ll see you next time hopefully with an update for Misunderstanding the Assignment! 

“What do you see when you look at me?” It was a simple yet loaded question. There was so much to see… Wanda had always been more than what the eye could see. There was too much context lost trying to explain it all in words. The good, the bad. The white, the black, the gray. You couldn’t look at her… that's why she asked. You settled for a simple answer. “Everything.” Time has passed and put your promise to the test. You showed up, but neither of you were the same. Maybe too much time had passed, but life as cruel as it was found a way to bring you both back into each other's life. “You’ve always known me better than everyone, even myself.” She was stating a fact that you weren’t sure was true anymore. “Stop looking away…” You couldn’t look at her because if you did start looking at her you weren’t sure you could stop. But she was Wanda… It wasn’t long before your eyes met hers. The first time in 10 years you let yourself fall into Her green eyes.

Wanda had this time obliged your request and from there on time started flying by. Prom came and soon enough you were sitting next to Natasha, her head on your shoulder. “This has been a very fun night.” You nodded. You didn't expect prom to go the way that it did. You'd envisioned things a little differently. But you couldn't complain Natasha was next to you all night and dancing with her was amazing. Wanda was there but she made herself scarce, You were thankful. You saw very little of her that night. Natasha knew that something had happened between the two of you, you didn’t tell her anything. Weirdly enough it didn’t feel right telling her. Natasha was swaying and tripping on herself so you took her to sit at a table. “I think you had enough of that punch” you chuckled. You saw Tony then Pietro spike the punch. “How about I take you home…” She was contemplating your offer. “Did she change your mind?” It wasn’t a reproach, just a question asked in a drunken stupor. “No…” There was no need to lie if anything what had happened steeled your resolve. “Then yes, you may take me home.” As easy-going that answer was, you saw that relief flood her body. You hated that you made her feel like that but all you could do was reassure her. You didn’t speak after that, you just made your way back home in silence. Natasha was out and in bed before you could even say goodbye. 

Yelena caught you on your way out. Well more so she was waiting for you cornering you if you will. “I may hate Natasha with every fiber of my being, but she is my sister.” She started not leaving any room for you to interrupt her. “Do you see what I’m getting at?” You nodded. “If you ever treat her wrong Y/n I will have no qualms in committing murder.” You were scared more so because she was being completely honest. “I like you Y/n, so I’m asking you not to mess up here.” You nodded. “I promise you to do good by Natasha.” She seemed pleased with your answer and started retreating. “And Yelena… I like you too.” She didn’t bother looking back. “Yeah of course you do what's not to like.” You chuckled and made your way back to your house. Tony was waiting for you sitting on your front door steps. “Can you believe that We made it?” You immediately recognized this not often seen side of Tony. You sit down next to him and lay your head on his shoulder. You sigh and interlock your arm around his.

“If I'm being completely honest, no I can’t.” He nods. “How’d we even get here?” You noticed the far away look in his eyes. He sighed and spoke his thoughts “It feels like a dream.” It was your turn to nod, there was no other way to explain what you were feeling. “I didn’t think we’d make it past fifth grade…” He was referring to your friendship. Tony was never a loner he always had friends, but fifth grade was a difficult year for him consequently for you too. “You were such a dick.” You conceded “You were forgetting about me…” He confessed quietly. You pulled away and saw the tears brimming his eyes. “That’s not even remotely true.” You assure him. “But, you were. I didn’t like how that felt so I made sure you didn’t.” You let him keep talking. “Wanda became so Important… And I want you to move on and be happy I do, but you leaving feels a lot like that.” You took a moment and turned to him. “I cannot physically forget you, you are my best friend. My brother from another mother.” He chuckled. “I promise that I will never forget you. And if you at any point feel that I am, please feel free to be a dick to me whenever you’d like.” He laughed this time. “We’ve come too far Tony, you and me for that to just go away.” You both sat there looking at the sky for a moment. “It will all workout.” You sighed and stood up. “Come on, I bought another lego set a couple of days ago. It should be in the garage.” 

Everything was starting to move faster and faster leading up to graduation. It was getting out of hand but before you knew it you were in line waiting to walk across the stage. You were all sitting on the edge of your seat. You almost rolled your eyes when the principal announced the valedictorian speaker. Vision… His speech was formidable, and you found yourself genuinely clapping for him at the end of it. After that it moved rather quickly name after name being called, and loud cheering from the audience. It all felt unreal, it would officially all be over in the matter of minutes. You saw them all walk that stage. First was Pietro; he brought laughs and cheers from all over the auditorium, his backflip being the reason. Then consequently came Wanda, she looked happy, her eyes scanned the audience and her eyes met yours. Her eyes watered, but they stayed on you. You gave a small nod and a tight smile and that was that. A couple of minutes later Natasha was walking down the stage and you could not look away, you didn’t want to. Her eyes found yours immediately she smiled and waved at you. Then came Tony who had nonchalantly avoided shaking hands with anyone on the stage just taking his diploma and walking off stage. 

As for you, you just took it all in. Took your diploma and smiled when your picture was taken. Then you saw Natasha and suddenly it wasn’t so overwhelming. It was something that you were truly looking forward to. It would be you and her for the time being starting this new chapter. If you were sure about anything it was that it would be worth it. The ceremony let out and you met with all of your family and your friends which at this point was only Tony and Natasha. Taking pictures to commemorate the day. You left with Natasha by your side. "You know that I never thought we'd get another chance to be friends." Natasha sighed. "I knew even back then that I'd most likely never see you in person again." You nodded listening to her talk. She had insisted on driving you somewhere special to show you a surprise. "Moving to Russia is not something a friendship usually survives. Especially not a childhood one." You nodded listening and hanging on to every last word. "I was scared..." She admitted softly. "That one day you'd stop caring for me, that you'd stop calling." You kept quiet knowing you didn't need to say anything. Listening would be enough. "And for the longest time it bothered me to no end." 

"And then, it was me who stopped calling." You nodded remembering the first month that she skipped all your weekly calls. It still stung, you'd had a crush on her already. "You saw through it Nat, It would've only crashed and burned." You tried to soothe her. She shook her head. "Where would we be if i didn't do that... And, you... You still called on my Birthday. Even when I stopped calling on yours." You'd made it to a small orchid with beautiful trees. You parked on the side of the door.. She rushed and helped you out of her car, she held your hand and didn't let go. "Before I left mom brought me here. Thinking back she was probably very much aware..." She looked thoughtful but didn't elaborate. You accepted her silence, not really reading into it, your mind too enthralled with the fact that she was holding your hand. It was a beautiful day, you still had time to kill before all the graduation parties began.  "I think it's here..." She mumbled. You were curious to find out what it was. 

Her hand squeezed yours when she saw what she was looking for. "Look." she ran her free hand along a tree her finger tracing the grooves. It was engraved. 'Nat + Y/n 4 ever' A nice heart encircled the two names. Natasha chuckles her mother definitely knew. "This... Wow." You were speechless. "When?" You managed to ask. "The week I found out we were leaving. It seemed fitting to do then." She smiled looking back at you. Your smile grew. "I'm only hoping it seems fitting now?" She asked suddenly, feeling self conscious. "We were totally in love with each other back then weren't we?" You say chuckling. She nods, but she doesn't say anything else, still waiting for you to answer. "I think this is very much fitting for us." She smiles lightly, biting her lip. "You think so?" You match her smile. "Yup" She moves quickly. Her hands grab your face as she pulls you towards her. When her lips meet yours it feels like the world stopped spinning, like the universe had been waiting for this to happen and it sighed in relief when it finally did. You didn't want to pull away. "You're telling me our parents knew we were gay?" She laughed in your arms. 

It was a beautiful day worthy of this moment. She was ethereal the way her eyes lit up just captured your attention, there was no other place you'd rather be. "I was crushing on you for the longest time." You confessed. "Really? You never said anything." She wasn't exactly shocked by your revelation, but she was curious. "Well, I wasn't exactly sure how to address the fact that I had romantical feeling for my long distance best friend that I talked to maybe once a month." She chuckled. "That makes sense... Before Wanda?" Wanda was still a sore subject for Natasha. All you wanted was to reassure her. "Before... and after." She nodded. "There wasn't a choice Nat. I'd pick you, I promise you from this moment on." She smiled. "Well if it wasn't obvious I too have romantical feelings for you too." You laugh. "I'd say you do!" You say running your hand through the inscription on the tree. "I want you... us, to have the love story we deserve. So I'll make my intentions clear." Natasha was confident now and you loved it. "I want you to be my girlfriend, I want to be in your life as long as you want me in it." You smiled. "I want that too." You said softly. "Good... But I want to do this the right way. I don't want to rush us." You nod. "I can do that with you. As long as I get some kisses here and there, You know every once in a while." She pretends to think about it. "I think we can make that work." You nodded, extending your hand for her to shake. "Well that settles it then." 

The night was still young, and you were very giddy. Tony was the one hosting the party everyone wanted to be at so your street was already crowded. “I’ll never get over the fact that Tony has this much influence over others.” Natasha mentions as she pulls into her driveway. “He’s a good guy, people wouldn’t follow him if he wasn’t. They follow him for the right reason.” You say. “I guess that's true.” You laugh. “Pepper will mellow his ego out, you’ll see. There’s no need to fear for the future.” You tease her. “Plus he’s made it very clear he’s not going to let us disappear from his life so, we’ll also humble him here and there.” She laughs. “We have a busy couple of months ahead of us so let’s enjoy this night.” You mention all the planning that needs to be made before you can actually begin this new chapter. “You’re right. I’ll get changed and meet you at yours in 20?” You nod. You practically skipped all the way home. It wasn't much distance but you skipped nonetheless.

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Ever Since Natasha Saw You (18+)

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Post Black Widow Dark!Natasha Romanoff (Female Reader X Natasha Romanoff)

Summary: She was a hero. But to her, YOU were so much more.

Word Count: 6.1K

Content: Dub-Con, Obsession, Kidnapping, Stalking, Blood, Knife, Knifeplay, Mommy Kink, Feelings, Trauma, Death,

The Black Widow hid a secret.

She was in love with you. Sounds pretty innocent... right?

"Night Y/N!" Your coworker Daisy called out as you were still typing at your computer. It was Friday night, and everyone but you was already leaving. Leaving to be free of the thoughts of work for at least the weekend.

You had a marketing job in downtown Manhattan. Skyscraper. Cubicle. Long nights. That kind of job.

You liked it, honestly.

Sure, New York and the surrounding areas were dangerous. Hell, at times. But you had heroes and vigilantes to save you. You had first-hand experience in 2012 when you and your Dad were saved while out at your "I made it through University without killing myself" lunch.

Now, here you were 4 years later. Still in the city while your Dad left. But that was fine. Being on your own has been exemplary. Sure, you have some friends... coworkers, really. You went on dates! I mean, they didn't lead to much more. But you were going through life.

A cat! You have a cat. An orange tabby who only loves you for food...

Anyways! You were fine and finishing up work on your computer when a pop-up of World News showed up in the top right-hand corner of your screen.

What's New 3 Weeks After The Fall Of A Secret Organization Hiding In The Sky? Russia and the U.S. Remain Quiet.

You heard about the debris and strange things found over on that side of the world earlier this month. With that came the theories.

You rolled your eyes at most. But some were fun. Like aliens was a popular one. People online said it was a crashed group of green-shape-shifting aliens. Your coworker Lindsey swore by another that claimed it was a giant purple guy who crashed on Earth.

Yeah, that'll be the day.

You even had a friend of a friend named Darcy who said an Avenger was present to what happened, leaving you curious.

The Avengers, as far as you were concerned, were in trouble. Rumblings, sightings, and videos of two sides of the superhero group fighting at a German airport left many to speculate that this was the end. Plus, this coming weeks after what happened in Lagos and the murder of King T'Chaka made it all the more plausible.

So, if the rumor was confirmed that an Avenger was at the collapse of what many were confused about, it was... interesting.

But you couldn't dwell on that. You shook your head and closed out of the news to finish up your projected cost for the next wave of Roxxon Marketing.

_

As you walked out of your office building, you were unaware you were being followed.

It wasn't the first time you had been followed. Fuck it wasn't even the fiftieth time it had happened, but still you remained clueless. She thought it was cute at first how unaware of your surroundings you were. It always made her smile.

Because in one second, an innocent and pretty thing like you could be gone.

But she wouldn't let that happen.

Not by anyone else, at least.

You have to understand. She was your protector. Yeah.. Yeah, that's right! The one to make sure you got home safe. The one to take care of threats no matter how minuscule they might be. She also made sure no one got too close or even dared to ask you out.

You couldn't date. That would be unfair and very hurtful to the one who... watched over you...

I mean, you never wondered why suddenly Dennis never showed back up to work after asking you out to lunch, now did you?

Rumor was his family got sick, and he had to skip town. But we know about rumors now, don't we? I.E., purple aliens. Green shapeshifting ones. You get it.

Oh. Also. What happened to Dennis, you may ask?

I'll let you know when his body turns up.

However, all of this is to say that you were lucky Natasha Romanoff picked you.

She was back after being gone, having to deal with some family business. But she was back! For you! Natasha thought you should be grateful. She could be- SHOULD BE on the run right now, but here she was twenty feet behind you.

After tonight, you were going to know precisely who she was.

Natasha smiled as she followed you. She laughed as she saw how cautious you were of people even when you're on your phone like you are right now.

However, as cautious as you may be, it leaves you vulnerable. Sweet. Easy.

Natasha thinks you're too nice for your own good sometimes. Like you always see the best in people. It drives Natasha crazy the amount times she has had to stop because you stopped to help someone. A drunk. A homeless man. A- you get it.

As you and Natasha head down into the subway, she appreciates how your route hasn't changed at all since your first day of work many years ago. Yet she can't help but snicker at how you've never noticed her taking that walk with you. But then again, even with how cautious you are, you don't notice things.

You still haven't noticed the tiny cameras Natasha installed in your place. Or the amount of panties she's stolen. Or even the amount of times you've slept with her arms around your body. In addition to the hushed whispers and stolen kisses, she's left on your lips.

On top of that, you haven't noticed her feelings for you.

Natasha moves closer to you as you both are nearing your stop. With a plan in motion, The Black Widow can't help but smile.

Natasha takes another step forward and grabs onto the metal pole in front of herself to stop her movement when you look up and around the car. You stop when your eyes reach Natasha's green ones in a hoodie and jeans. You smile quickly before putting your head down, focusing back on your phone.

What you did just now was polite. You looked from your phone to stretch your neck and smiled at a cute blonde who just so happened to be looking your way.

That's what you thought.

To Natasha, you signaled her out.

With your eyes, you noticed her. After all this time, you did it! On tonight of all nights. It was a sign. It was meant to be!

Natasha smiled and stared at you, unaware.

When you finally got up to get off at your stop, you felt your arm being yanked back. When you stumbled back and turned your head to find a bald man older than your father looking at you like he won a prize, you pulled as hard as possible. But his grip was tight. "Where are you going, sweetheart?" He looked over your body, making you pull again.

How was no one stopping this man? Was no one seeing it? Did no one care?

The train car beeped, signaling the doors were going to be closing, and the man had yet to remove you from his grip. You were about to scream when the blonde woman from before grabbed your other arm, making you shriek in surprise. The woman acted fast and kicked the man in the knee hard enough to break it before rushing the two of you out of the train car just as the doors closed on three other men hitting their first against the door.

You wanted to wave them bye and flick them off, but your arm hurt. Not the one the man held.. But... but your other one. The one the woman held as she saved you.

"You, alright?" The blonde had a raspy voice as she spoke. It sounded familiar, but as you quickly scanned her face, you declared she must have that kind of face. (as if) But her eyes. Her eyes were one of a kind. Beautiful and a shimmering green you wanted to get lost in.

So lost that you almost forgot about the arm pain and the dizziness you were starting to feel...

"Yeah." You nodded to the blonde who had yet to release your arm. "I'm fine."

This was a lie, and Natasha, of course, knew that. I mean, she was the one wearing the ring that, with one turn of the gemstone, revealed a tiny needle. One that the blonde used to inject your arm with a sleeping agent.

"Are you sure?" The woman smiled as she asked you. Why was she smiling? You went to nod that you were indeed fine but found yourself more tired. Weaker even. "Oh, honey, you don't look so good."

Natasha smiled as she felt your body losing the fight. Natasha quickly looked around before wrapping your arm around her shoulder to make it appear as if you were a drunk friend who needed help getting home.

"Oh, Y/N, it looks like that guy must have really done something, huh?"

The guy in the group of men that she paid off.

Your mind was becoming black as your body went limp, and before you could ask her how she knew your name or who the hell she was, you took one last look at the blonde.

This time, you recognized who she was.

You went to speak but slurred your words as you closed your eyes, passing out in Natasha Romanoff's arms.

_

Getting you home was easy.

As Natasha unlocked your front door, she smiled, pulling you closer as you entered through the threshold between the hallway and your apartment. Natasha smiled wider as she looked around at what would become her place with you before looking at your limp, unconscious body. "We're home!"

Home was with you.

With a kick to the door, it closed behind you two as she hurried you to your room.

Once inside, Natasha was happy to find that not much, if anything, had changed since she last visited. She said hi to your cat, who purred at the sight of the blonde.

Natasha loved your cat and couldn't wait to be a good cat mom.

Natasha took you and gently placed you on the bed before looking around the room. She was looking for something. Natasha closed the bedroom door and went back, kicking the floorboard to the right of your end table, and up it flipped. She bent down and pulled out a small black backpack she stored two years ago.

Opening it up to make sure everything was still there. She knew you probably didn't even know that it existed. (You hadn't.) But Natasha had to be sure.

Dumping out the bag's contents, she was happy to see that nothing was missing. But she still took inventory. 5 Widow Bites. 1 Pistol. 12 Bullets. 1 Set of Handcuffs. 1 Knife. 3 Needles of the Sleeping Agent. 1 Burner Phone.

Finally, 2 very dry Nutri-Grain Bar.

Natasha kept the loaded gun, knife, and handcuffs out of the bag and placed it on the desk in the corner of your room. The bag moved to the edge of the bed—no point in hiding it now.

"Oh, Y/N!" Natasha sat next to your upper body, passed out on the bed. She spoke as her soft hand ran through your hair. It calmed Natasha. "You're so pretty, Y/N."

Natasha looked over your still-covered body before moving her hand down your back. "Here. Come on." She flipped you over onto your back and pulled you more onto the bed.

Natasha's eyes found your face. "Baby, I can't wait for the rest of our lives." Natasha bit her lip as she spoke to you. Hopefully, and giddy for the future. "We're going to be so happy." Natasha leaned down and planted a kiss at the top of your head. "You still smell like coconut. I still don't really like that shampoo, but I know how much you do." Natasha smiled as if this was a normal conversation before giving you another kiss. Just as one of her hands began to snake its way across your stomach before landing at your hip.

"I love you."

Natasha couldn't help herself. She smiled brightly as she said those words out loud to you for the first time.

Natasha's lips found the side of your face again and again. She always loved how soft you felt against her. Delicate. Like something Natasha wanted to cherish. Keep perfect. Forever.

But there was also that part inside of her. The side of Natasha that wanted to own you. Take that softness and fuck it out of you. Damage you. Hurt you.

Both were fighting for control.

Regardless, Natasha slid down the zipper of your unbuttoned jeans and slipped her hand over your black cotton panties. Moaning as her stomach flipped in the joys of touching you, feeling your heat on her fingers. Letting excitement wave over her, she cupped your pussy before dragging her index finger up over your growing wet-covered folds. "Oh fuck, baby!" Natasha moaned before looking at the side of your face.

Natasha smiles to herself. She leans over and kisses your cheek, and quickly removes her hand from your recently shaved pussy.

Natasha licks the little slick on her fingers off.

Natasha savored the taste before she laid flat on her back. Lifting her ass as she tore off the black jeans she was wearing along with her red panties. Choosing to keep her slightly raised pullover hoodie on, Natasha grabbed your left wrist. "I want you to feel me..." Natasha looked over and spoke to you. "I want you to feel how wet you make me, Y/N! How tight I am for you. I've been waiting."

With that, Natasha kept her eyes on your left hand as she moved it down her toned stomach. The tips of your fingers brushing over her skin, making her squirm in anticipation for what's to come.

Moving them further down, Natasha gasps as your hand gets pushed down onto the top of Natasha's bare pussy. "This is for you." She moans as she pushed your hand further down. Directing your middle and ring finger to her clit. "Oh fuck!" She moans and grows wetter at your unconscious touch.

"Keep going. Keep going!" Natasha directs your fingers to move in a circular motion. Before her mouth drops as your fingers get pushed over The Black Widows dripping pussy. She moans and grips your hand. "Right there." Natasha moves your fingers around her opening for you.

"It's for you, baby. Come on. I want you to fuck me!" She gives your hand one more push and bucks when your fingers easily slide into her. Natasha loudly moans while her left hand grips the comforter of the bed.

Your fingers feel perfect inside of her.

Natasha can't get over that.

She thinks you were made for her.

Slowly, Natasha starts to move herself against your fingers. Her hips working overtime. Only using her right hand to position your hand better. "Oh my God!" Natasha smiles as a shaky breath comes out. You're doing this to her. You're making her feel this good. You're fucking her right.

Natasha is rocking her hips up and down your slick fingers. You're pushing her closer and closer. "Oh god!" She grunts as she slams the back of your hand to feel you deeper, indirectly slapping her pussy and clit that, sends a wave of pain that morphs into pleasure. "Oh yes!"

Natasha does it repeatedly while her left-hand works on her clit. Her middle fingers pushes the bud of it up as she continues her circular motion. "That's it, baby! Make me cum! Make me fucking cum!" She turns her head to you and stares at your unconscious body. "You're doing so well, baby."

If you were awake right now, you'd feel Natasha's wetness run down your fingers. Into your palms. And down your wrist. You'd hear her moans and screams of pleasure as she makes herself cum with your fingers. "Oh my God!" Natasha Romanoff jolts up. "Y/N, I'm cumming! I'm cumming! Oh fuck! Oh, fuck, baby.."

Natasha rides her orgasm out and smiles when she falls back onto the bed. She turns and looks at your body. "You made me feel so good."

You're perfect.

As she catches her breath, Natasha gently pulls your fingers out and brings them up to her mouth. She marvels at the sight of you now covered in her before she takes her tongue and runs it over your fingers. Enjoying the taste of herself. "I can't wait to taste you." Now that we're together, she forgot to add.

Natasha insets your finger back into her mouth. Loudly sucking on them and moaning before shoving your fingers to the back of her throat, making herself gag on them. She repeats the action.

"Will you let me do that to you?" Natasha says after she's pulled them out and caught her breath. "Hmm?" She licks them again. "Will you gag for me?" She kisses your ring finger and twirls it around. "I wonder..."

Natasha kisses you one more time as she gently places your hand down and moves her body to lay half of it on you. "I wonder what you won't do now that you're mine." She takes your chin in her hand and moves it in her direction. "I can't wait for you to be awake. For us." Natasha deeply kisses your lips as her hand quickly pushes your boobs up. "But first." Natasha releases you and gets up from the bed. She takes off the rest of her clothes and tosses them into your now-shared laundry basket before moving to the desk where her belongings are located.

"I need to take care of a few things."

_

Slowly, your body starts to stir awake.

You go to move to your side but wince when you land on your arm. You are unsure why it hurts, but you are too stiff and tired to worry about that right now. But for some reason, since you're awakening, your body isn't going back to sleep.

Silent bells are ringing in your head, but you don't know they're there.

You groan and manage to flip your body onto its stomach. This position feels terrific, especially since you feel the coolness of the bedsheet against your body. You snuggle your face into your pillow- your eyes shoot open.

You don't remember coming home...

You open your eyes wider and take a look around the room. It's your room. You're relieved to see that but grow more worried at your nonexistent memory of getting home.

Plus, it looks like things around the room are off... you turn your tired back against the mattress and find yourself surprised to have another person in the room.

A blonde-haired woman wearing one of your college sweatshirts looking through one of your old journals... Once again, the alarm in your head is not alerting you. It's distant and faded.

"That's my shirt..?" Your groggy voice makes the woman look up with a smile.

To you, the woman's smile looks like a kid on Christmas morning.

To Natasha, she's testing out how you're gonna act.

"Hi!" The woman gets up with a glass of water from the chair at your desk. The action reveals to you that it looks like she's not wearing any bottoms, but you can't tell because of the length of her- your sweatshirt. The blonde rounds the bed and carefully gets on her knees before you on the floor. She looks kindly at you as your eyes quickly scan her face and exposed legs. "Nice to see you up." She says to you. Innocently enough. "How are you feeling?" She sweetly asks as she hands you the glass of water.

"I don't- I don't remember..." You say, making the blonde smile wider. "I was walking..." You struggle to come up with anything after that. It's like your mind went blank.

Why couldn't you remember?

You shake your head and take a few sips from the glass before the blonde takes it from you to place on your bedside table—a kind gesture on the outside. But the less you know about the pheromonal powder agent you just ingested, the better.

"Oh, honey..." The blonde lifts and places her hand on yours. The soft contact makes you feel warmer. However, the feeling of this being wrong is still unreachable to you. Natasha smiles when you don't pull away. The drugs from before and now are working. "Those men really did a number on you, huh?"

Men? You think as Natasha watches your face.

"You know you're lucky I was there," Natasha says as she rises from her kneeling position to stand in front of you. Now she towers you, and you feel her legs brush past your own. You don't stop her as she moves closer to you. She raises a hand and pushes some of your hair back. "A man grabbed you and wanted to hurt you, but I was there to stop them. But honey, I think they drugged you..."

Her touch and voice were soothing. She felt and smelled wonderful. You even did your best to not react to the pet name she gave you. "Dru-drugged me?" Once again, the bells should be going off, but Natasha knows exactly what she's doing. "Yeah, I got you off the train, but as we were walking, you started to walk funny. Your face got sleepy." She says this while looking into your eyes. She has her gaze fixated on you, and it pulls you in. "But you were smart." The blonde smiles down at you. "You made sure to tell me where you lived so I could get you home safe." Her raspy voice makes you smile, but her words are making you question if that happened... but you don't remember...

"Are you okay?" She asks as you're thinking. You look back up at her concerned face. "Yeah.. I- I was just trying to remember..." Natasha nods and moves her body in between your legs. Spreading them further apart. "What did you say your name was again?" You ask, making Natasha laugh. "I didn't. Good try, though." She places her hands on your shoulders. She's bold. "What's the matter? You don't trust me?" Something about the way she says it makes you feel sick and guilty for even thinking that you didn't trust her.

Natasha, of course, knows this.

"No- no, I trust you! I'm sorry!" You reach your hands out and place them on Natasha's covered hips. Natasha smiles at your action while faking a sad sniffle. "My name is Natasha." You look over the blonde and smile.

That's when it clicks.

"Natasha Romanoff." Natasha's frown turns into a smile. "Wow, you know who I am?" She fakes surprise and turns on the innocence. You nod with your mind, unable to think about anything else but her. "Wow! I got saved by The Black Widow."

Natasha watches as you process this faux information. Gosh, you look so cute. "I guess I was lucky, huh?" You look at her, earning a chuckle. "I just didn't want anything to happen to you," Natasha says, warming your heart. "You're too perfect." She adds in a low whisper. Something you catch that makes your brain fuzzy.

However, before you can do or say anything else, Natasha pushes her body closer to you. Carefully, she watches your eyes as she lifts one leg over yours. Placing one knee on the bed next to your hips before doing the same with the other. She smiles down at you as her bare ass finds itself sitting in your lap.

You feel her wet pussy on your tight black bike shorts.

"Is this okay?" She whispers as she brings her face close enough to yours to feel her breath on your ear. You inhale her scent and feel the butterflies in your stomach.

"More than okay, Natasha..." You find yourself saying. The alarms in your head have officially been silenced. You should be asking why she's doing this, why she's still here. You shouldn't be accepting her advances. But yet you aren't questioning her. You accept her actions with a smile.

She smiles back.

"You know..." Natasha leans down and kisses your cheek. "I'll always protect you." You feel a blush on your face when her soft lips touch your skin again. "I've loved you for so long, and now I get to show you." Natasha lifts her face away from you to look at your eyes flutter.

Natasha sees how defenseless you are now.

The drugs have all worked.

"You love me?" You question as you move your hands down from Natasha's hips to her thighs. The touch of her feels cool to your warm hands. You peer into her green eyes and see them sparkle. "For years, I've loved you." She unwraps her arms from around you and places them on your hands. She moves them up from her thighs to under what used to be your shirt. You feel the bend of her hips and the softness of the sides of her body as your fingertips brush past their way to her nipples.

She pushes your hand to grope her boobs.

"For years, I've wanted you, and now I have you. Don't I?"

Natasha slowly moves her hips back and forth, sending a wave of pleasure through her body as her wet clit brushes up and down the end seam of your bike shorts. She moans and whimpers while looking at you, waiting for an answer. "Don't I, Y/N?!" You push and pull her boobs as you look at Natasha Romanoff acting like a slut for you. "Yes. Yes, Natasha! You have me!"

"I'm yours!" You wanted to scream.

"Good girl." She whispers as she leans down and kisses you again and again. Her tongue pushing its way into your mouth. The taste of her is salvia is electrifying. The pleasure you feel makes you moan into her mouth. Natasha smirks as you push yourself deeper and closer to The Black Widow.

Natasha reaches down as you two fall onto the bed to places her hand in the middle of your bike shorts. She begins rubbing your core up and down as her hand pushes your legs open. "Come on, baby. Open up for me."

You nod with your eyes closed and feel Natasha's fingers slow down in speed as she now gently brushes her fingers past your wet clit seeping through the shorts.

Each time she touches it, you jump.

And then. Natasha pulls her hands away from you: nothing but the cool air touching the wet spot on your shorts. You feel needy and frustrated. You open your eyes to see Natasha on her knees, lifting her shirt off her body. Her blonde hair falls back into place right above her shoulder.

She smiles at you and watches as you take her in.

You feel your mouth become dry as you look up at Natasha's toned stomach. A set of abs staring at you. You move from her perfect breast and hard pink nipples to her shoulders and biceps. The definition in her arms makes you close your mouth to hold in a noise that would've been embarrassing.

You look up at her neck—a smile when you see a cute mole that was previously hidden. Finally, you bring your eyes to her face and the smirk on her lips.

"Can I take these off?" Natasha points down to your bike shorts. You nod, making Natasha internally laugh. The shorts were coming off no matter what your answer was.

You pull your head from Natasaba's gaze and watch as Natasha's left hand goes to the bottom seam of your shorts and lifts them up from your body.

Once again, her touch makes your skin flush with pleasure. It's as if you're addicted to her and her touch.

Natasha pulls her right arm from behind herself, and that's when you drop your mouth. "Na-natasha, what's that?"

"Did I say you can speak?"

You sit stunned as the knife in her hand comes closer to your body. You weren't aware that you couldn't speak unless spoken to, but... di- did Natasha expect that of you? Did she tell you, and you just forgot?

"Look at me." She sternly asks of you. "Not at the knife but at me." The movement of the knife doesn't stop when you pull your eyes to Natasha and her beautiful green ones. "What did I say earlier?" She asks. "Think real hard and then answer me, okay." Her eyes leave you as she focuses on the blade, meeting the bottom seam of your shorts. You keep your eyes on Natasha's face and hear the ripping sound of your shorts as she goes further and further up.

She stops at your hip close to the top seam when you decide to speak up.

"That you'll always protect me." Natasha smiles wide. You listened and answered her perfectly. Natasha smiles and can't help herself when she leans in and kisses you. "Good job." She says with care dripping from her lips. "What else did I say?"

"That you love me."

Natasha nods. "I do love you." She leans in and, with the knife still in her left hand, drags up the rest of the way. Her lips touch yours at the same time the blade cuts through your shorts.

Immediately, Natasha tosses the knife off the bed. It clatters on the floor, making you jump into Natasha's lips again. "Sorry." You say when she backs away. "It's okay." The blonde tells you. "As long as you know that I would never hurt you, right?"

"Right." You agree easily.

Natasha smiles as she pulls at the fabric resting on your pussy. The coating sticks to you as she pulls it further away until the string of wetness breaks mid-air. Falling back onto your thigh. "Did Mommy make you feel this way?"

She knows that she did.

But she wants to hear you say it.

"Yes." Natasha brings her fingers back to where they belong. "Yes, what?" She glides her middle finger over your pink mound. You moan and shudder.

"Yes, Mommy."

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Natasha should've left soon after that night. But she couldn't bring herself to do it.

She knew her friends needed her help, but she couldn't leave you. She finally had you, and you had her. Why would she want to jeopardize that?

So as, the days turned into weeks to months to years. Natasha felt the pressure to run continue to build.

In contrast, as the days turned into weeks to months to years. You felt yourself falling deeper and deeper in love with the one who saved you. The Black Widow. The cute blonde hero who made you breakfast in bed. The woman who stayed with you. The one who whispered sweet nothings into your ear every night as you drifted asleep. The woman who saved the world repeatedly could now be there for you.

Natasha even let it be known that you didn't have to work anymore. She had an array of offshore accounts and wanted to spoil you, and you, in turn, let her.

You blushed when she looked your way and never got tired of seeing her smile. A goddess herself sculpted her body, and Natasha happily made sure you came for her. Only her.

"Hey, what's going on?"

You walked out of your and Natasha's bedroom after finding the bed empty to see her in the living room going over her weaponry. Something you didn't like, but you trusted Natasha with them. Knowing she would never harm you.

It was early afternoon, and after your morning trip to the farmers market, followed by some light grocery shopping, you came home to Natasha, waiting with some brunch and a board game.

You took a nap after that, and while you slept, Natasha made her decision.

"They need me."

You knew who Natasha was talking about. It wasn't a secret that you were dating Natasha Romanoff. Well, it was a secret to everyone else. But you get my point. You were dating a fugitive labeled that by the United Nations on account of the Sokovian Accords—an ex-Avenger who still wanted to help.

"What if I don't want you to go." You asked with hurt in your voice. You finally had the love of your life. Someone you weren't even looking for, and now she wanted to go?

"Baby..." She put her gun on the coffee table and made her way to you. Wrapping her arms around you as you wrapped around her body. "I don't want to go..." A white lie, considering her little weekend-avenging trips from time to time weren't enough. "But I have to. To protect us. To protect you." The truth.

"Rogers needs me. Plus, with Vision and Wanda running around trying to be a normal couple again. He really needs the help."

You nodded into Natasha's shoulder. You hated that she was right. "How long?" Natasha sighed. She really didn't know how long it would be.

"Give me two weeks, and I'll be back."

You deflated, and your heart formed cracks. You didn't want her to leave, and you didn't want her to go for that long!

Natasha started kissing your head and rubbing your back, and you didn't understand why until you felt the tears leaving your eyes. You were crying.

Natasha hated it. She hated hearing how heartbroken you were. But at the same time, she loved it. You were hers. And she was yours.

"I love you Y/N. I'll be back before you know it."

"I love you, Natty. Please be careful."

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Natasha wasn't even gone for two weeks. In fact, her time with Captain and Birdboy lasted a mere pair of days.

On day 3, Vision turned off his transponder.

Within 48 hours, half of everything was dust.

When Natasha found the others at the corpse of the synthezoid. Two people ran through Natasha's mind.

Yelena.

And you.

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"Y/N!"

Natasha screamed as she busted open the door to your shared space. She threw her useless phone onto the counter as she ran through the living room, still in her uniform. Passing by the TV that sat on the emergency broadcast. "Y/N!" She called out again as she stopped at the bedroom door. "Please be here. Please be alive.."

Natasha had tears in her eyes as she slowly opened the bedroom door. Her breath left her lips in a gasp before she blinked away tears that were escaping. She carefully made her way to the bed and sat down.

You turned over as you felt the bed shift. Then you opened your eyes when you felt Natasha's presence. "Natasha? Natasha!" You sprung up from the bed and collided into her body.

You both wept as the relief flooded your combined emotions. "You're alive..." Natasha whispered into your head before inhaling.

She grew to love your shampoo.

"I miss you." You said. "Don't worry, Detka. I'm here. I'm here." Natasha kissed the side of your head before leaning back and kissing your mouth.

God, she missed your lips and the softness of your cheeks as you tried to hide your blush.

"I miss you." You repeated, confusing Natasha.

"Babe?" She pulled back and held your head in her hands. Her green eyes scanned your beautiful face and saw nothing wrong until a speck of dust flew off your nose. "No.." Natasha whispered with pain. "Y/N." She kept your face in her hands as little by little. You ceased to exist. "Y/N!" Her hands started to be covered.

"I miss you."

"Y/N, please no! No! Please!"

"I miss-" "Stop it!" "Nata-"

"No!" She screamed and screamed as you vanished until she woke up thrashing in her bed at the compound. Alone. Gun drawn and ready...

"Whatever it takes..." Whispered by you... Is this the last thing Natasha always heard when she woke up from her nightmares..

Natasha looks around the room with bags under her red, dried eyes and chapped lips. She struggles every day to live. She hates herself for leaving.

She hates that the last thing you told her was, "be careful."

She is hurt. Alone. Scared.

She misses you.

Every day, she tries and uses her resources to find a way to bring everyone back. But so far, she's always coming up empty-handed.

The worst part is, is that even after three years of you being gone. Natasha never told anyone. You were a secret to everyone else.

But to Natasha, you were everything.

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I hate you! | part 3 | N. Romanof

Avenger!Natasha x Younger!Recruit!Reader

Summary: When you think everything is going in the right direction, but one moment undoes everything.

warnings: violence, smut (fingering, strap-on) and more violence

Word count: 8,3k

A/N: sorry for the delay..

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You can now say that you are a true Avenger. You had your own area of responsibility, you went on solo missions and the whole team trusted you. Well...Except for one, but you had gotten used to it now and you were avoiding her.

Only once in a while, you had to see each other in a room together. A meeting. One of the many you had ready and would have later. But for some reason, she wasn't there this time. Thank goodness. It was the beginning of the year and Steve was giving you updates from previous missions and ones that might come. Everything was going well until the topic came up that you were concerned about. Hydra. Over time, you understood that HYDRA was one of the Avengers' biggest problems. So you had come to terms with that, but not with this....

Steve stood in front and clicked through his pictures and shared information with you until one picture came that made all your blood stop. It showed Strucker lying dead in a cell with a message written on the wall in his blood. You drop your pen on the table, "As we know, he was-" You interrupt Steve, "When was this?" You were normally quiet about this sort of thing, so it came as a surprise that you asked a question. Steve looks at the picture and back at you, "Ultron had killed him as a message to us..You just joined us then."

Then how come you didn't know about it?! You were with them the whole time, so how could such a thing pass through your hands? Your questionable face was noticed by Tony, "Well..I don't know what it was exactly, but Maria had you out at that moment." You look at him and your face falls asleep, "What?" You think about it and some nodded their heads to confirm Tony's statement. Why had Maria pulled you out again? And why didn't she want you to miss the kill? And above all, why didn't anyone tell you about it until now?!

The meeting continued and you had endless questions. But one came to your mind only now.

What about Alexandra? Is she dead too? You try to stay quiet and calm, but you can't stand it anymore, "I'm sorry, but I have to go." And so you get up and leave the room to make your way to Shield. On the way, horror scenarios ran through your mind. What if she escaped? What if she had Strucker killed?

You arrived at the base, where you hope she are still being held. You walk down the hallway and arrive at a reception of sorts, where a agent was already looking at you, "Your request?"

You didn't care if you had permission or not, "I'm here to see Detainee 26." He looks at you with one eyebrow and types in his computer. After a few seconds he looks back up at you, "Your permission please." He knew you didn't have one. And you knew he thought he was better than you, so you lean in to him, "Listen to me. Now, if I'm not let through this in the next two minutes, not having permission is your last problem of many." You give him such a cold look that he shifted uncomfortably in his chair, "I-I have to let you know, though, that I'm obligated to let the council know." You know who is on the new council and also know that Fury has a role in it. "Duly noted, and now let me through it...Please." Also, a word you have learned and think it might get easier. The man takes a shaky breath out and, pushes the button for the door. It opens and you smile at him and walk through.

You knew where to go, you had taken your research too seriously when Alexandra was arrested, you wanted to make sure it was safe not to escape.

On the way to her cell, you meet several people who stare at you as you walk past them. Some ignored you, the others throw sexual jokes at you. You roll your eyes and arrive in the second aisle. You look up at the description and take another deep breath. You walk through the door and also through the only one that was in the hallway. It opens and you walk through.

In the huge room, there was only one glass cell. It looked familiar to you, since you had been in it once. Only this time it was equipped with a bed, toilet and table. Your heart almost beat out of your chest when you saw Alexandra get up and come to the window.

"Look who's here." Her voice gave you goosebumps, but you hide it expertly. You take another step forward and look around for a moment before your eyes finally land on her. "You've grown..." She smiles at you and your body literally screams to go, "I can't say the same for you." She still looks one on one like she used to.

She smirks with your statement, "What brings you to finally visit me after almost three years, huh? Did you get bored or something?" You knew exactly what she meant. If you didn't have the training room, you would go crazy... "Did you know that Strucker is dead?"

It wasn't a question a cop or Fury would ask. It was one out of curiosity. They had always worked together, and you and the others had also wondered at the time if something was going on between the two of them. You looked at her very closely and were sure her eyes widened for just a second. "No. I didn't know that..But no surprise, he had many enemies," She continues to look at you, "Especially you. Did you kill him?" You let the question melt on your tongue. You wish..Not a day went by that you vowed to hunt down all those involved in the misadventure at the time,

"No. I know-" She saw her chance, "No? That must be pretty bruising on your ego, am I right? Tell me..how much is your head screaming at you right now to break this glass between us here, huh?" You continue to look at her, not wanting to break contact first, "Even if it is, it's not feasible, I tried it-" Alexandra started laughing and interrupted you, "When you turned against me? Against your own family? Tell me, what did this place offer you, huh? Freedom? Is that what you wanted?" She got closer with each sentence and your body started to sweat and get cold, "How does it feel to not have warm, liquid blood on your hands anymore? Are you imagining this in a warm shower? You really think you can fuck with your nature with that, seven?" You take a step backwards after the name and shake your head, "Y/n.."

Alexandra was just completely at the Glass window, "What?" You want to show her that you've changed. That all that she said wasn't true, "My name is Y/n, n-not seven..." Alexandra looked at you uninterested, "So they gave you a name?" She had to restrain herself from completely bursting out laughing, "Like you used to when you were kids?" That was a stab straight to the stomach group. How did she know that? You were rattled and starting to regret coming here. After all, you could have just asked if she was still here or not, "Did I hit a sore spot? What did you call each other? Let me think for a second..." She simulated the motion of thinking, "Ah, got it! Jazz and Jack? How are they, were they even more scared than you were to come here? Did they beg you not to come in here? Are they both standing outside?"

You were confused. What is she talking about? The two of them..they chose the way out. So what, "What do you mean?" Your fear was replaced with anxiety, but before you could get an answer, you heard the door open behind you and heard Fury's voice, "That's enough! Y/n get out of here now!!!" You don't turn to him but still look at Alexandra in front of you, "Come on. Do what he says..Y/n.." She grinned so wide you wanted to lose yourself. Did she just say your name? The name that-

Before you realize it, you notice Fury's hand on your arm and look down to see you had a fist ready to attack the cell. "She's not worth it, okay? Let's get out of here, come on." His tone was more composed than the one before.

You tug your hand out of his grip and walk out of the room on your own. You're about to open the second door again, when Maria got in the way, "How dare you come here Y/n?! We had discussed this-" Does she really want to give you a sermon about trust now?

You take a step back as well, "Discussed? Discussed?! I don't know what that word means to you, but-" You realize how much hate is building up and try to calm down. You take a few steps and as if it couldn't get any better, you see Natasha leaning against the door, why the hell is she here?!

"How did you get in here?" Came now also Fury, who had again the other tone on it. But you're the one who should be pissed here, "When were you going to tell me Strucker was dead, huh?! And it's been four months already!" The question was unexpected to everyone in the room. Maria and Fury wondered how you overheard, and Natasha wondered why it upset you so much. You were able to answer your question on your own, but you wanted to hear it from them. You look at Maria, "Was that just a ploy then to get me out of the room so, the others could see the news?!" Maria knew immediately what you meant, "Y/n, I-we wanted to protect you..It would have been too soon-"

"TOO SOON?! To tell me, ME, that he was dead? What did you expect my reaction to be? Should I have cried?!?"

Natasha didn't understand anything anymore. What was your connection with Strucker? You didn't have anything to do with Wanda, that was weeks apart. She doesn't even know how she got in here in the first place. She was at Fury's to report that your hearing from that time, will have no further consequences, when Maria frantically came into the room and showed them footage of you talking to this woman. She's never seen Fury's face fall so fast, and she wanted to know why again, so she came along. "Y/n, we need to know what you and Alexandra discussed, please..." Now it was Fury's turn. You look at him and wonder why he wanted to know, "Do you have more to hide?" You can't believe it. The two people you owe your life have secrets about you from you, "That's not the point, we-" You stop listening and continue walking out of the room. You don't owe anyone an explanation, so you leave the base completely and go home.

Is it your home? What if there are secrets here again?

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„Tell me, what did this place offer you, huh? Freedom?“

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You remembered her question. What if it was just an exchange? Hydra for Shield? Well you didn't kill anyone for them directly, collateral damage is part of the deal, and you only got permission from Fury. But other than that? Otherwise it was just information or assisting in arrests....

When you arrived at your new base, you now pass the common room to get into the bedrooms. All together (except Natasha) sat together and saw you, "Hey Y/n, do you feel like-" But you go straight to your room. Once you arrive, you lay down in bed and think. It doesn't always have to mean that if one person is different, it automatically has to be everyone...Again what you learned in the countless books. What if it's just Fury and Maria? But with this thought, it makes you shudder. Exactly the two most important people in your life are liars..You drift off to sleep with the thoughts.

The next few days went...strangely. You hold back on everything. For example, you've been avoiding Natasha even more than usual since she found out about Fury. Does she know now? Everything? That was your everyday life the last days. Questioning everything you can and God, it was exhausting. And it didn't get any better when the old, familiar tone sounded for a new mission. You got ready as you do every time and a short time later you were standing in the Quinjet. You were all on board for this action, and Steve gave you a quick explanation.

Since Natasha put the files of Hydra and Shield on the net, every day new things came to the public. And this could not only be seen as positive...Some Shield information got into the wrong hands, and you are there to prevent this. Like now. Clint, Steve and you flew to Soul to help some mafia groups steal the stuff. Steve gave each of you your task, and you were ready to go. It didn't take you long to get to the command center. You hadn't taken the time this time to just leave the opponents with bruises. You were in a hurry, after all..So now you were here. You put the stick into one of the computers as discussed to read out the data and delete it at the end, "Stick inserted, readout done..Now." It didn't take long for some to answer to give their postions through. You tap the table impatiently until you could hear someone. You try to interpret the sound, but suddenly it was gone again. Were you mistaken? Was it perhaps an animal? No, you are better than that-

Before you could think further, someone came from behind and threw you to the ground. You quickly catch yourself and see the person looking at the stick. You grab your ear, "Guys I'm on stand again-" The words stuck in your throat as you see who the attacker was. "t-two?" You stand up, ignoring the questions from your team, "got it, meet me at the rendezvous point in three minutes..." Number two seemed to recognize you as well and stopped in her actions as well, "What a reunion..." It came across cold, and you pay attention to her and right away the stick. She can’t have it... "What are you doing here? I thought you were-"

"Dead?" She interrupts you, "I thought you were better than that, seven...Did you really buy it from them?!" You're confused again, "Have you ever seen our...I don't know, dead bodies? Did you even look?!" The questions were easy to answer. Alexandra came to you one day and told you that four and two took their own lives. You could at least relate, "What happened to you guys? I mean...are you with Shield too?" But why didn't you know about it? She looked at you, "Shield? No, I'm just here to get the exact info about this organization.... That's why you're here too, isn't it?"

She's not with Shield? She was about to pull the stick when you stopped her. You threw her to the ground, and she pulled you with her. You both separated and stood up at the same time, "I don't want to fight you!" That was the truth. But number two continued to just look at you and ran towards the stick again. You run after her and throw yourself against her again, "Man, now don't be like that, we can share the money!!!" She was just like before. She always wanted to make it easy... "Money? I have to delete this data!" You were able to separate again, "Delete?!"

You were out of breath. She had the same training as you, after all. "Yeah..I..now work part time for SHIELD and this-"

"So it was true." You had to laugh. She let her guard down completely and looked at you..sadly? "I didn't want to believe it at the time, but," She looked down at the ground, and you could feel her tensing, "But what?" She shakes her head again, "They said you left us behind..." She looks at you again and her face is totally changed. Left behind? "Please..I don't know what you're talking about!" You want to come towards her, but she just pulled a knife out of her holster and attacked you.

Your eyes widen and you dodge. You block her attacks several times, but she hits your sometimes. You gain distance and shake the flowing blood away from your hands, "Wait! What do you mean left behind?!" She twists the knife in her hand, "They showed us footage of you infiltrating the lab. They took everything apart. Info, data, samples! They took all of that. And now don't tell me you didn't know about it! I've seen the info, A-Alexandra wasn't exactly unmotivated to write down everything she was going to do with us."

You keep taking steps back, "U-Us? I thought you guys were dead!" For some reason, this made you even angrier. "It's been three years, seven! Did you really think it would have ended?! There are already four, fucking four new babies born again!"

You stopped completely now. They kept going? But Fury had taken control of the lab! He assured you that nothing like this would ever happen again, "N-No..It can-"

Number two was beginning to understand. She saw it in your eyes as you tried to find the connections and loosened your stance,

"Dace the truth. They lied to you. Look at you. You should be on the floor from exhaustion by now, you've lost that much blood..." You look at yourself and only now realize your condition, "I don't know if you're telling the truth right now, seven..But..But they took advantage of you..Even I have to admit that you're the strongest of us so far. You are an asset to any man..." Your eyes filled with tears, "What about you? Are you still there, why are you telling me all this?"

She drops her guard and looks at you, "No..When the lab fell, I took a chance and ran. So far, until I couldn't anymore. From then on, this is what I do for a living."

She would go on to sell the data....

You see her put the knife away again. "Keep the flash drive. Look up Project Zero..That's what they called us..You should certainly find everything in there that pertains to this." You see her turn around, "Wait! What about you?" She looks back and smiles, "Don't worry about me..Get your stuff sorted out first.." And she disappears. You look at the stick, and now you had two options. Either do what was your job from the beginning and delete everything, or take the stick and find out the truth about everything.

Your head is a disaster. Fury and Shield are riding themselves further and further into the shit. If what Two said is true, then your suspicions are in effect. You hesitate a few seconds until adrenaline makes you grab the stick. You look around and let them know you're okay and head back to the meeting place. Everyone is already waiting and got up as soon as they saw you. You hold up a hand, "I'm fine, it's just scratches..." Steve comes up to you, "Do you have the flash drive?" You look at Him and your heart races, "No..It was destroyed in the fight..Sorry." His eyes widen, and he starts to think, "The remains-"

"Can't do anything with it now, I tried, but it didn't do anything." Clint looked at you, "I mean..the data is gone, so is the job done or not? At least we cleaned this place up a bit, we're not leaving here completely without a win..."

The two discussed it some more until they came to the conclusion that it didn't work, and that Clint was right. So you get on the jet and fly back. You look at the ground all the time to think. Then, when you arrive, you get out and make your way independently to your rooms. You take off your clothes to treat the "scratches" that might not have been as easy as you thought. Reaching into your pants pocket and feeling the stick, you toss it onto the pile of clothes behind you and were about to head to the bathroom when you hear a knock on your door. Annoyed, you roll your eyes and lean against the door, "Yeah?" You would have expected anything, but not this voice.... "Can you open the door for a minute?" Her tone..was a mixture of also annoyed, and..and worried? You look around frantically.

No way can you open the door like that (half naked at that)..Your eyes wandered all over the room, "Either you open the door by yourself, or I'll kick it in!" Natasha felt stupid, She was about to ask Clint about the status, when he came back from the Jat worried, and asked her to check on you. And now? Now she's being obliging for once, and you're standing her up? You try to avoid the situation, but Natasha didn't let up, "Y/n.." You stopped and look intimidated at the door. "F-fuck!" You whisper softly to yourself, pulling on a t-shirt and making the door open a crack, "What?!"

She looks at you, trying to see more of you, "For the record, Clint is worried about you and just wants to know how you are." You look at her as well. Then why is she here and not Clint himself!!! "Like I said, I'm fine, and why do you even care? Clint could have come himself!"

Because stubbornness can only be fought with stubbornness..

Natasha found this too much and is now powering through the door. You stumble and look at her, "Dude! Ever heard of privacy-" You notice that the flash drive is lying open in your room and have to keep Natasha from seeing it at all costs.

"Out." She stands more comfortably, "No." You take a deep breath, trying to keep your anger from earlier back inside, "I really don't have patience for this right now!"

"Don't worry, neither am I. We're done here right now if you tell me to my face that you're really fine. Then I'm out of here." She comes closer to you and you go pumping. You've read everything about her, really everything. She's a trained assassin and a spy. She would know if you so much as batted an eyelash..You take a few steps back, "Th-This is- Can- I'm not a kid, okay! I can take care of myself!" Natasha just grinned, "But that's how you're acting right now. shirt off."

You turned red, and unfortunately not with anger, who does she think she is? "W-What?!" A dresser stops you from going further back, and you stagger against it. "I hate to repeat myself L/n." She's definitely not kidding! And she moves closer and her look.... "N-No! Nata- OKAY!" You exhale as you realize she finally stopped and crossed her arms in front of her. Deep down, you're still hoping she's going to leave at any moment and be satisfied that she just wanted to expose you, but her focus was only on you. You now really feel like a kid who just got caught by her mother and admit defeat. A few seconds later, you just lift your shirt. You don't quite give in.

You look to the side and hope that she has had enough and leaves, but she drops her arms and comes even closer, "What's wrong with you? Why aren't you in the medbay?!" Natasha also wondered deep inside why she is shitting herself right now..She just wanted to have the confirmation for Clint and leave again, but now she is standing millimeters in front of you holding your t-shirt. You slap her hand away again and bypass her, seeing it as a chance to slip the stick under your clothes, "You still can't care, I'll get it myself and now please!" You point to the door and are surprised when she actually walked out.

A few minutes passed, and you had meanwhile gotten the first aid kit from the bathroom and put it on your bed, as you were about to start, your door opens again and Natasha came in. Also with a few things. You look at her and, "Natasha, I'm about to lose my-"

"Shut up and sit down." She puts the box on your bed and walks over to the bathroom. You hear the faucet turn on and a little later she was back in your room. Just as she came into the room, you decided to sit down because you were a little afraid of her reaction. You now admit defeat, as there is nothing you can do about your situation now, so you take off your shirt and let Natasha do it.

"You're not exactly careful to hide your injuries, in case you're wondering now..There was a small puddle of blood in the jet, and it was right in your spot." Damn. You could have known that..But you had other problems there.

The whole situation was just strangely embarrassing. The silence eats you right up, you just sit there and wait until Natasha was done. She, on the other hand, had a entire other set of worries. Why don't you flinch? After all, she's jetting several milliliters of disinfectant into your wounds here. But after a few minutes, she notice goosebumps covering your body, "I'm sorry and it really does." You look at her confused until you realize her eyes are set on your arm, "Don't worry, I'm just cold, nothing more..." Natasha looked at your thermostat and looks back at you, "It's 22 degrees in here... "You've really had enough for today and definitely have no motivation left to explain yourself. So you keep looking out the window until Natasha brought you out of your thoughts again, "You know..It always helped me to talk about it." You look directly at her for the first time in that time and had to laugh a little, "Work risk..You should know that right now." But Natasha didn't laugh at that, "Not that. This one." She shows you your previous scars with her eyes. Your laughter disappeared and sigh, "Also work risk.." Natasha finished and puts things back, "With Shield? I didn't realize it was so young-"

"Not Shield..Even further ahead..." You stand up and pull your shirt back on, "Thanks..For helping.." Natasha stood up as well and picks up the box again and walks to the door. Before she leaves she force herself out, "My door is always open for stuff like that..to talk I mean and for other stuff too." And walks out completely. You just shake your head, knowing it was just excuses, and walk back over to get the flash drive out and plug it into your laptop.

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You felt taken advantage of. Since you plugged in the flash drive, you had saved every piece of info to your phone and now completely disposed of the flash drive. You spent several days in your room sorting through everything in Rhine order. You have memos, assignments in your hands from three years ago. Number two was right. The order came from the very top.

Get you out of it as the only one.

And why? So that you no longer pose a threat to Shield. After all, you were on their radar and at the top of their list. Fury was right about one thing. They wanted to execute you from the start after you put a foot in Shield, but he was able to convince THE DAMN GOVERNMENT that you were better off as a soldier with them than under the ground.

The remains of the others? They did destroy the lab, yes. But you had seen a report that said only about 30% of the crew were either arrested or shot for resisting. Alexandra had several partners, not just Strucker. They could and especially did launch a third attempt. The worst? The four new ones are not shown any attention, because they destroyed the information about you at that time, that is, your progress, data. Thus, without the help of Alexandra or Strucker, it was impossible to create another specimen like you. It was even underlined many times that there was no danger, but they would still keep an eye on it if something changed.

You were alone with this. You couldn't tell anyone about it, and it ate you up to come out of your room every time and act like nothing was wrong. The team might not have anything to do with it, why would they, but Shield? Fury? Maria? They all know about it and can go to bed with the conscience that four more, if not more, are going through the same thing you once did.

As usual, you were lost in thoughts and again didn't notice where your head was taking you. Until you stood in front of Bruce's lab. You were about to go on, when something grabbed you. So you look around and finally go inside.

It was large and very plain. Also, of course white..what does that color always have to do with it? "Hey, Y/N, can I help you with something?" Bruce's voice startled you "No..Just curious." Bruce smiled and continued to play with a device in his hand. As he went back to his work, you continue to look around. You have to admit Bruce is pretty darn organizational and everything has a label, its own container and so on. Except...this one certain piece. It had a sort of orange glow to it and yes that only attracted curious people like you, "Hey Bruce what's this?" You touch it and when you see Bruce face, "O-Oh, don't!" a pulling stench came from the jar, and you drop it and with your luck you stand right in the cloud of the smell. You cough a few times and step aside, "What the hell is that!" Bruce slowly walked up to you, "Oh god..Uhm..How are you..feeling?"

How should you be feeling? You stink to no end now, "Other than the smell, fine. Why?" Bruce holds his hand over his mouth, and you see him thinking. "Bruce, what's going on? What is that thing I inhaled!" Are you going to die? Is that how you're going to die?! He kept coming at you, "I'm so sorry. I-"

"Now tell me what's going on, Bruce, or I'll..."

"You've been infected with sex pollen!" he interrupted you, looking deep into your eyes. However, you only understood the word sex and infected, "W-WHAT?! What does that mean, infected? With what, a-and how long is this going to last now?" You should have stayed in bed...

And you were now. Just with a bit of a shocked face. Bruce explained to you exactly what it means to be infected with it and your head stopped. You asked how you could get rid of it, and Bruce had to stifle a laugh. And now here you are...sweaty, hot and...horny. You had been trying for several minutes, but you couldn't get it off. Is it hormones, or why could you start crying at any time? You're so damn needy, you couldn't think straight,

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"My door is always open for that... to talk, I mean, for other things, too."

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Your eyes widened. Hell no. No, no, no..She's the last person you would ask for something like that! Bruce must have made a mistake, this will go away on its own..So you lay down on your side and try to sleep. But after many hours, from turning over, to throwing the pillow away, you couldn't. You look at your air conditioner and whimper as you see it set to max. Eventually you give up on it and get up to go to the kitchen. You need ice cubes, liters of water, and Natasha.

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Wait, what?

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When you get to the kitchen, you see how she also just made herself something to eat. You curse inside and go to the fridge anyway, "Hey..." Fuck, now your body is going into high gear again. "H-Hi..." What the fuck was that!!! Why do you sound so- "Are you okay?"

Just getting the water, just getting the water!

"You're really bad at lying, that needs to be mentioned." She calmly continues eating her food, "So what's the deal." Why does her voice have so much inpact on your body? You're thinking desperately, and you just couldn't take it anymore, "Bruce has some sex pollen in his fucking lab for fuck's sake and I inhaled that shit, okay?!" Don't be embarrassed. She's a woman, and you're a woman, so what could go wrong?

"I can help you with that if you want..." If you had drunk your water, it would be on the floor now, "What?" You misheard. Natasha set her bowl aside and leaned forward further, "Believe me when I tell you that it will only go away if a second person helps you with it. I speak from experience..." She tries to smile slightly, but knew how that must sound, "W-Who helped you?"

"It doesn't matter, so?"

You blink several times, "N-No..No! That- We can't do that! I'll do it-"

"I don't want to force you Y/n, but you're just getting started. You don't want to get to the end of the line, really." You keep looking at her. She really means it..No!

You grab your stuff and walk past her. Once in the room, you walked a bit, but the more you thought about it, the worse it got. Your tingling in your stomach is killing you and the heat even further down..Your fingers moved back down, started rubbing your clit. Your other hand reached for your breast, and you start stimulating your nipple as well. "F-Fuck..." You rub your knuckles more against your clit, circular motions sending you into spasms. Your legs start twitching, and you keep trying to concentrate until all the sensation disappeared. You start whimpering and trying to fight it, but it was no use. You were back to zero.

You had tried two more times, but instead of it getting better, it got so much worse that you couldn't take it anymore. So you get up and go over to the one who gave you the offer. You knock and a little later she opened up and grinned at you, "told you."

"Shut up and now help me, please..." She opens the door further and you go inside. You look around and then turn to her, "So..How do-"

Natasha was on you like a gazelle. She attacked your neck immediately, and you had to laugh. She can definitely save the foreplay, "Please fuck me now!" She continued a few more kisses on your neck until she looked at you, "Wow, where do you get words like that, huh, little girl? But before. I need you to answer one thing for me,“ The look she had and how she looked down at you gave your confirmation again that it wasn't a mistake to come here, fuck you could already feel it... "Is this your first time?" You were already expecting that, "No." She looks deeply at you to check for a lie, but when she found nothing, "Don't worry about your problem," She put a hand on your chest and pushes you backwards to her bed. As you lay on it, she climbs over you, "Besides..the best part are not finished in a hurry." She goes back to your neck and helps you take off your shirt. When that was finally on the floor, she wandered down,

Your shoulder, your chest, your belly, everything she touched with her mouth and the heat you already had got worse and worse, "P-Please, do something..." You had waited enough today..She kept looking at you until finally She squatted in front of where you needed Her the most. Between your legs.

She didn't hesitate long and directly started making circular movements with her tongue. The sensation made you spasm right away, and you comply with her movements, "You're doing great..." Fuck, who is doing the best here?! Sex with dirty talk? 10/10! That Natasha was strong, you already knew, but when she turned you completely around in one movement was new. Or your head was already so fucked that you could no longer think. Now that you were lying on your stomach, Natasha had a much better angle and didn't take long to fill you with her fingers.

You couldn't help but moan into the pillow beneath you. This must have triggered something in Natasha as she suddenly climbed onto the bed, reached under your belly and leaned into you, "Don't hide those beautiful noises from me... "A-Ah! F-fuck!" It was too much at once, and you try to hold on somewhere, but you found nothing but her arm. Natasha grunt as she felt your nails in her wrist and that propelled her forward. She went in deeper and managed to put her thumb on your clit as well.

The only thing that held you now was Natasha. That was also the only thing you could think about, "I feel it getting tighter..." The way she whispered that in your ear made you finish and let out everything you had. She helped you ride out the orgasm and then gently laid you down on the pillows. You were trying to catch your breath when you noticed Natasha getting up and leaving. You were already getting ready to leave, but a little later she came back with a strap in her hand, "Is that okay if I take you with this?" You look at her blurry, "Fuck..hell yes.."

She clicked her tongue and pulled out to put the strap on. When She was done, She came over you again. To your surprise, She took your face and turned it towards Her to give you a kiss. She probably took that as a distraction, since she was filling you with her cock at the same time. You moaned into her, and she swallowed most of your sounds, but when she hit a certain spot, you throw your head back. "Found it, hmm?" You were afraid she would stop, so you started nodding vigorously, "Yes, Yes! Right there, please!" Natasha leaned up and turned you around again, holding your hips to get a better grip. She then rammed into you like an animal and the bed started pounding against the wall,

"Th-This..Feels, Ahh!" All that could be heard in the room was your moans and the thud of your skin, and Natasha couldn't get enough. She turned you again and bent your whole body towards her, making you see stars, "So deep~“

"Yeah? Am I making you feel good, huh?" She grabbed one of your breasts and started massaging your nipples, making you twitch, "W-Wait, that's too-" you were cut off as Natasha gave you a certain thrust and ramming into you faster. She was about to finish and so were you, "I-I will!!!"

"Come on..Fuck, go ahead.." Natasha's thrusts became more uncontrolled, and she just rammed into you out of desperation until it clicked, and you moaned her name. This also brought Natasha into her orgasm and she collapsed all over you. She held herself up on her shoulders to look at you and shit, does she love that look you have on your face. "Wow, you really needed that..“Her tone was soft, and you close your eyes to keep that serene feeling, "You have..yeah..no idea..thanks..."

"Wait here." She rolled to the side to get up from the bed. You just thought to yourself 'I have nowhere to go right now anyway' but you let it stick. She was gone for a while until she came back with a fresh towel and a glass of water. She sat down at the edge and gave you the water. You thanked her and took it,

"So..." Natasha was the first to say anything again after a few minutes of silence, "Are you feeling better?" You knew she was asking it to get the mood back up. You couldn't hide the grin anymore, "Yeah..thanks again..I'll owe you."

"No you don't." Even Natasha noticed that this statement came way too fast. She continues to look at you and stands up again. You thought that was it and that it was the sign to go, but as you were about to get up as well, she came back with bedding, "Where are you going?" You were confused, "Um..I thought I was supposed to go?" Natasha rolled her eyes and put the bed stuff on her bed, "Ever heard of aftercare? And I hardly think you can walk two feet in this condition..." She's right...again.

You sigh inwardly and get ready as Natasha also gets into her bed. You see her reach to her side and pull out a remote control, "Any movie requests?" And only now you understood what she actually wanted, "Um..It doesn't matter as long as- no way.." You meanwhile watched at the TV where Natasha was searching for a suitable movie and see that the very one movie you had to buy the other day is now streaming for free on a channel, "What's wrong?" Natasha caught your disappointment, "That very movie, I just had to buy the other day because I couldn't watch it otherwise..And now it's streaming right here." Natasha looked at you and starts laughing, "You could have asked us..One of us probably already has the movie in the media library, Y/n.." You look at her the whole time and see that she is laughing. Thus, you lean against the back of the bed and cross your arms in front of you, "Sorry, I'm still new to the whole topic..." You actually meant to wrap it up ironically, but it came out more serious than intended,

"Y/n, I didn't mean that, I-" Great. Now the situation is back to zero, "No, I know what you mean..sorry, it's just-"

"It's okay. Just come here.." She pulls you close again and you both continue watching the movie in comfortable silence. You have to admit that this feeling did feel good..the feeling of security, and you didn't know it, but Natasha felt the same. However, she was still distracted by..certain marks of your body and couldn't relax. She had so many questions but forgot about them when she saw you fast asleep on her.

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You didn't realize when you fell asleep, but what you did know is that it was definitely the most relaxing night of your life. However, you didn't expect that alarm to go off....

A mix of Natasha and Jarvis jolted you awake. "Hey you, I'm really sorry, but we have to go." It doesn't take you long to be standing in front of the jet, wide awake and equipped.

It seemed like something big, as really everyone was called to the mission. Steve gave you a short briefing, and then you were off right away.

When you arrived in Lagos, you all split up and got ready. You were with Steve, and Natasha was with Wanda. A few hours passed as your target was nowhere to be found. Steve briefly asked them both about the status and as you watch Natasha from the roof, you notice that she is more unfocused than usual. Is it because of last night? You also notice now that you haven't said a word about it until now...Was it a mistake? Was it-

"Go now!"

Huh? You were so deep in thought that you didn't realize that your team must have overheard the person. "His target is not the police!" You set off and Steve's hypothesis was confirmed as several person enter a lab and get ready for anything. These are definitely pros...

Sam, steve and you had taken out a few when Wanda and Natasha also joined in and did the rest. Sam scanned the building and Wanda helped steve upstairs. It didn't take long for steve to figure out what the plan was behind all this, and suddenly you found yourself in a chase with a person carrying a nerve agent. The pressure didn't exactly ease when the person was hiding among hundreds of people either..If he dropped that poison..

"The two left are mine!" You hear from Natasha in one ear and thus you run after the other person. Sam helped you pinpoint the exact location of the guy and when you finally stood in front of him, your blood welled up and not just with yours....

"S-Seven?! What-" A Hydra agent...From your past. You didn't have to look twice to see that it was Thomas who had been Alexandra's bodyguard. "You."

What was going on in Thomas' head at that very moment was disaster. That's exactly the kind of moment everyone who worked at the lab back then was afraid of.

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A freewheeling project.

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Your head is totally down, and you attack him without a thought for the mission.

He reached for his gun, but you kicked his hand away, grabbed his yourself and put a bullet in his foot. He cried out and remained crouching on the spot. You took this moment and kicked his face again with your knee, and he fell backwards. You attack him with several fist impacts and had no mercy.

"Did you really think it would have ended?!"

The matter of number two came into your head again. You need to find the others... "Where is your location?!" Your fist stopped short and Thomas tried to catch his breath, but he already had too much blood in his lungs and could only whimper, "WHERE IS IT?!!" You had no patience for this, "TELL ME!!!" You punch him again and don't get it, but eventually he stopped struggling and if Sam and Natasha hadn't pulled you away, you would have caused an even bigger bloodbath. "Y/N! HEY!"

Natasha snapped her fingers in front of your face to get your attention again. You blinked and only now realized that she was standing in front of you, looking deep into your eyes, "What's wrong with you?! What-"

She wanted to know what happened, what made it happen to upset you like that. However, you didn't get to it because suddenly a huge explosion filled your ears. You all looked up and saw that a building was completely on fire, and suddenly you could also hear Steve's voice asking for backup. But there was nothing n'more to do with you and Natasha took care of the rest. The flight back to the quarters was also in total silence. You looked around a bit and saw that Wanda was in almost the same condition as you. What happened to her? And how could everything have gone wrong?

You landed and as you stepped out, Natasha came running after you, "Y/n!"

"Not now Natasha..." You keep running as you see absolutely no reason to explain yourself, but then when Fury was in front of you as well, you knew you couldn't escape,

"Can someone explain to me why there are hundreds of people in the hospital and an agent lying half-dead in intensive care?“ "He's lucky to be there and not-"

"Dare you to say it L/n! We had a fucking deal!! What did you have in mind anyway!" Fury's voice could probably be heard throughout the quarters.

"What was I going to do?! I wanted my answers!!! I-"

"But that man can't unpack anything if he's dead!"

"I would have stopped before that!"

Fury had to hold himself together. Deep down, he knew why you did it..But he wasn't the only one with his eyes on you... "YOU broke the first rule, there will be consequences and-"

"What consequences?" Natasha felt like stepping in and Steve was grateful for that, or he would have, "Romanoff, stay out of it-"

"Oh, I can tell you what consequences," You see Fury looked at you with a serious look, but you had enough for today, "This..man who unfortunately still lies alive somewhere was a part of the project that created me, he wasn't just a part..He was one of the ones who dragged me back half dead in one of the cell!" Everyone listened to you, and you continue to walk towards Fury, "And this man here had pulled me out of it back then with the promise that nothing like that would ever happen again..But what did I find out? THAT THERE'S MORE OF ME AND YOU'RE NOT DOING ANYTHING ABOUT IT, FURY!"

Fury's eye widened. How do you know that? Who told you?

"Y/n, what do you mean?" Now Steve also got off the jet and came closer to you, but your gaze didn't turn from the man standing in front of you, "Breeding machines and raising them in containers to then..educate them to their liking, but you know what?" You reach into your pocket and pull out your phone. Then you open the file folder and select the PDF that contains everything number two gave you, "read it yourself."

"Y/n, don‘t-" Fury tried to stop you, but Steve put himself between you to stop him from doing so. "It wouldn't be the first time you didn't tell us the truth."

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Hiya Moony,

Hope kinktober has been a great month for you so far 💛 You truly never miss with anything you write.

I was thinking about Natasha Romanof + voice kink for kinktober? And I don't think I've experienced a better thought since tbh

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Natasha Romanoff + phone sex

“Are you touching yourself, милая? You can barely make it through a phone call with me without touching your own pussy?” Blushing deeply at her words, not slowing your pace as your fingers circle your clit. The softness of Natasha’s voice has you dripping even though you know you’re most definitely in trouble when she gets back.

“Just because I’m not there, doesn’t mean I won’t take care of you, милая.”

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parenthood

natasha x stark!reader

natasha opened the door to the compound and saw the lights were still on. that how she knew you were waiting for her. she walked into the kitchen where you were sitting by the kitchen table drink some soda.

you looked up and down on her not saying a word, clearly angry at her for breaking the promise she made to you.

''come on lets get you patched up''

you walked towords the bathroom while natasha folows you. she usually insisted she didn't need it but if there was anyone more stubborn then a romanoff, its a stark.

you turned the light on and grab the med kit while natasha sat on the towel you laid on the ground before she arrived. her wounds were minor just some cuts and bruises. the entire process both of you were scilent.

''i say you get some sleep. you're probably gonna need it''

she raised a eyebrow at the phrasing. ''what about you?'' surely you must be tired. ''i'm gonna sleep next to alan tonight. he has trouble sleeping recently'' natasha felt a slight spike of guilt in her chest. she had been on a mission for almost a month thinking you be fine on your own but the red eye/eye bags said otherwise.

both of you were scilent as the elevator went down. you had built a seperate place for you the 2 of you. both wanting a domestic life while also being close to the compound if duties ever called. natasha left to change and you went to the nursery where you saw you son sleeping in a small bed rescinded of a basket. you had built a crib for your son but with how hard time he had with sleeping it was just easier to use a basket as a bed for him.

he whined a little and you immediately rubs his belly. ''shhh it alright, petal. its alright'' you smiled when he continued to sleep. you used your index finger to get his red hair out of his face. you sang a little song to him and putting yourself to sleep as well. natasha watched the entire thing since door was open with a creek. as soon as she reailsed you were a sleep she grabbed a blanket and put it on you and snuggled next to you.

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you woke up to random gibberish. you looked up to see your 14 month old chewing on your fingers wich you couldn't help but giggle at. ''no al momma isn't a chewing toy'' you wipes the baby spite on your pants. you pushed the blanket off of yourself. natasha must have put it here. you thought to yourself and picked up your son. you got yourself ready while you had alan in the other hand with a plastic toy version of your hero suit.

you went to the living room and started to breastfeed alan. he latched on and sucked hard clearly hungry for his breakfast. natasha sat at the kitchen counter eating cereal without saying a word. right before she walked out of the kitchen you hit her with the question that been on your mind for months now.

''how long until you stop?''

she turned to you with a raised eyebrow.

''stop with what?''

''acting like you don't care''

''i do care'' she snapped back.

''if you did you wouldn't have left like that''

''y/n its my job, i had to leave!''

''that not my point...'' you gave her a side eye

''then what is your point?'' she crossed her arms

''its that the fact you keep going back at your words. how am i suppose to believe you when you broke your promise to me for the how many time now?''

''i wasn't able t-''

''bullshit. steve told me you turned down a promotion''

natasha eyes widen at the accustation and your raised eyebrow draws a sigh out of her.

''i didn't want to because my job makes me happy. i don't see why this such a probleem. you never had a issue with it before, why now?''

your hand ran thru you. ''you really just don't get it, do you?''

''what do you mean?'' the was a bitterness to the way she said it.

''cause it isn't just about the 2 of us anymore, its about him'' you glanced at you son happily sucking on your breast. natasha posture relaxed slightly with the realisition that this is about your guys son.

''he is a bab-''

''i know but i know you too. you have a habit off going off on your own and how do you think that going to affect alan when he 5 or 8?''

she didn't answer making you sigh. ''look i'm not asking you to quite, i just want you to do something that allows you to stay home atleast 1 day a week and not get back injured even if there minor''

''i can try'' she didn't look you in the eyes

''natasha, i need you to adjust''

she sighed and sat on the couch next you with a good distant apart.

''i know, its just so much has changed. not too long ago i thought this would be nothing but a dream, its alot to handle''

''i know what you mean. i thought with the kinda life i lived i never be able to a have a big family i always dreamed of having but here we are'' you smiled down at your son. being a stark came at its cost. you had enemies only because of your family legacy. you thought you never get married. that everyone either wouldn't be able to handle the risk or would just use you for your last name.

''but thats parenthood babe. the hard part isn't figuring out how to do it, its sacrificing apart of yourself day in and day out''

''how do you do it?'' you looked at her confused. ''i mean you make it look so easy''

you shruged ''i guess being raised by a alcoholic playboy that was clearly not ready to be a parent forced me to grow up abit'' natasha couldn't help but frown a that, cause its true. it was clearly to anyone tony was a reckless dad to you but the love was also clearly there.

''you know why i love my dad so much despite all the bullshit he put me thru?'' natasha shook her head.

''because for every mistake he made, he apologize to me, he believed in me when no one els did, listened to me when i felt helpless, was there for me when no one els did. his love made up for all the mistakes he made and i want the same for our family but you can't do that if you aren't at home''

you turned to face her, making alan look up to you clearly done with his breakfast.

''but the question isn't if you can do that, i know you have enough love for 6 kids but its about whether you allow yourself to do so cause it does take vulnerabilty'' you put her hair behind her ear gentlely rubbing her cheek with your finger.

''think about alright, not for me but for him''

you walked out of the room to leave natasha with her thoughts and to get your son some fresh air, knowing you message was clear you just hoped natasha would try not to fall back into old habits.

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