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Heat Of The Moment

Pairings: Carol Danvers x fem!reader; Maria Hill x fem!reader (platonic); Nick Fury x fem!reader (platonic)

Warnings: brief mention of injuries; reader gets hurt

Summary: you put yourself in danger one too many times and Carol gets worried. A heart to heart is needed…

Genre: hurt/ comfort

a/n: I watched the Marvels today so Carol’s on my mind ;)

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You were laughing with some of your SHIELD colleagues when Carol marched in. “I want you to quit your job,” she demanded.

“Um.. ok. What’s wrong?”

Your colleagues muttered awkwardly and moved away giving you and Carol some space. You sighed and gestured around you. “You had to do it here?”

“I’m sorry,” she replied gently. “But when Maria Hill calls me up to inform me that my girlfriend’s been injured, I get worried. You didn’t think to mention you got shot?! Twice!”

“Let’s start with the part where Maria called you. Why?” Carol looked away. “Why Carol?”

“Oh it’s ‘Carol’ now?”

“It is until you stop acting so damn mysterious and tell me why my boss has you on speed dial!”

“Ladies!” Nick Fury’s voice rang out across the office. He pointed to the conference room. “Both of you. Now.”

You refused to sit down, instead pacing the length of the room looking anywhere but at Carol. You were angry and confused that she’d gone behind your back and taken protective measures without consulting you.

Carol sat down, watching you and saying nothing. Fury finally broke the silence. “What’s the damn issue? Yelling in the workplace like children is not professional.”

“Going behind my back is not professional!” you shouted. “Checking in on me without involving me is not professional! Having my boss on speed dial is not professional Carol.”

“Please stop calling me Carol!” she snapped. Taken aback, you stared at her in surprise. “And don’t give me that look. You know why. I’m off world 355 days a year. I’m not here. And it’s great you’re working for SHIELD. I know that’s your dream. But then you signed up to missions, to more, and suddenly I’m two galaxies away receiving calls from your boss telling me you can’t talk to me because you’re lying unconscious in a hospital bed, damn near close to dying!” Tears were pooling in your girlfriend’s eyes.

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry I don’t make it easy. I’m sorry I don’t always communicate. But I’m not quitting missions or SHIELD to make you feel safer. I came alive Carol. Storming those bases, analysing intel, working with the Avengers, working with you… I’m not giving it up now I’ve experienced it. You can’t ask me to do that.”

Carol rubbed at her eyes then looked at you coldly. “Then I guess we’re not meant for each other y/n.” She got up and left the room, ignoring your stammering voice.

“I think you just got dumped,” Fury informed you.

“Yes I’m well aware of that!” you snapped, exiting the room angrily.

You headed straight for your room and fell on your bed, bursting into tears. You were so happy when Carol had first looked at you then talked to you and then eventually kissed you. You had everything you could possibly want… and you’d just lost it all.

***

Several weeks later, you were on a standard recon mission for SHIELD. Captain America was supporting but it was considered unlikely he’d be needed. You knew he was there to keep an eye on Sharon Carter, as they’d recently started seeing each other.

The thought made you smile and your heart ached with a memory of Carol and the cheeky looks she’d send you in meetings that were meant to be serious.

“I’ve got the back,” you informed your team mates on comms, running to a padlocked door. A simple silent detonation device blasted it open and you headed inside, gun at the ready.

“All clear-“ Someone crashed into you making you gasp and drop your gun. You scrabbled with one hand trying to find it and someone trod on your fingers making you yelp.

The attacker picked you up and threw you with force against the far wall. You hit your head, cried out and everything went black.

***

Slowly you opened your eyes to see your hand smothered in bandages, an IV poking out. One leg was in a cast, supported by a sling from the ceiling. You could feel tight skin across your right cheek and winced when you touched it.

“I wouldn’t do that.” Maria strode into the room, clipboard in hand, Dr Cho behind her. “Helen’s done some cell reconstruction on your cheek, it was ripped apart by exposed steel supports in the wall.”

“Deputy Director Hill, with all due respect, Agent y/l/n should be resting right now. She has just had major surgery and needs time to recover. Questioning can wait,” Dr Cho announced.

“Doctor, as I’ve told you, I just need a few minutes to ask some questions.” Maria shot the doctor a firm gaze. “Five minutes.”

Helen muttered then swiftly left the room, talking intently to herself. Maria watched her go then turned to you. “Agent.”

“Maria,” you replied, “you’ve known me for six years.”

“Fine… y/n, don’t you ever pull crap like that again.” Her tone was firm but her eyes twinkled. “You gave us all a fright. What were you thinking charging into danger like that?”

“Cap was on support and I’ve run far more dangerous ops than this one Maria.”

“Cap’s eyes were on Sharon Carter.” Maria sighed. “I’m over-ruling Fury on that one next time.”

“Hmm.. let me be a fly on the wall for that conversation,” you smirked, making Maria roll her eyes.

“Now then, as for the – “

“WHAT THE HELL WERE YOU THINKING?!” Carol barged into the room, breathing heavily like she’d run a marathon and glaring at you.

“Why hello to you too,” you replied. “You’ve interrupted a mission debrief so if you join the queue in the corridor…”

“You’re not that popular, don’t flatter yourself,” Maria teased, shutting up when she noticed Carol’s side eye. “Okay, y/n we can resume this later.” She quietly exited the room.

You glared at Carol. “I was working.”

“You got thrown against a brick wall, had your face torn apart by a steel barrier, broke three bones in your foot and fractured four fingers… that is not working!”

“Touche. Someone read my file.”

“Y/n…” Carol whimpered. “Please. Talk to me.”

“As I recall we’re not meant for each other so we probably shouldn’t be talking,” you replied coldly.

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry y/n.”

“Sorry isn’t enough anymore.” You leant back on your pillow and closed your eyes. “We’re done here Carol.”

“Sweet…”

“Don’t even start.”

Silence fell. You slowed down your breathing and heart rate. Having Carol back was making you feel all sorts of emotions and you didn’t want to admit you were over the moon to see her. You lay further back against your pillows and soon drifted off into a restless sleep.

***

Hours later you opened your eyes. You turned your head slightly to see painkillers being drip fed into you.

“Hey… how are you feeling?”

You looked tiredly at Carol. “Like I lost a fight with a brick wall.”

“I deserved that.”

“Yeah. You were mean.” You sighed.

“But?”

“What makes you think there’s a but?”

“Always is with you,” she chuckled and your heart leapt at the sound.

“But… so was I. We both said some things.”

“We sure did.”

“We’ve said worse,” you commented dryly making her chuckle again. “But you were mean. I get where you’re coming from though.”

“Oh yeah?”

“You’re away 355 days of the year. You live in space. I’m not always up there. I worry too. This isn’t a one-way street hun.”

“Hun?”

“Term of endearment. Short for honey. Aka you.”

Carol smirked and moved closer, perching on the edge of your bed. She ran a hand over the good side of your face, pressing her fingertips against your lips gently. You kissed them smiling up at her.

“I miss you,” you whispered.

“I was out of line,” she replied. “What I said… I said it because I love you y/n.”

You stared at her. Neither of you had said the three little words yet and hearing her say them made you smile. “I love you too dumbass.”

“Oh I’m the dumbass? You’re the one who took on a brick wall.”

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I need inspiration. Someone send me some prompts or suggestions please!!!

I don’t write smut

The characters I write for are on my page (pinned post at the top)

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Dark Coloured Dress

Pairings: Natasha Romanoff x gn! reader; Wanda Maximoff x gn! reader (platonic); Tony Stark x gn! reader (platonic)

Warnings: alcohol; y/n is drunk; painkillers; little bit of angst and upset but otherwise all fluff

Summary: What happens when you drunkenly admit your feelings to your best friend?

a/n: hehe. There's a happy ending I promise!

Everyone knew that you and Natasha were joined at the hip. You spent every second together and when Natasha went on missions, you stayed in her room, curled up under the duvet with one of her hoodies on. But you weren’t together. You were constantly correcting people: ‘oh, we’re not together, she’s my best friend’ although nobody believed it. You wished it was true, you’d had a crush on the red-headed spy ever since you first met her and your love for her had only grown the more you got to know her.

“Hey Wands, have you seen Nat?” you said, wandering into the kitchen. The witch looked up in surprise. “You haven’t seen her?” You rolled your eyes. “No-o, that’s why I’m asking. Look I know I’m supposed to know her every move but she’s a spy and a really good one at that.” Wanda laughed. “Try her room. She was in there earlier.”

You knocked on Natasha’s door but there was no answer. Opening it, you stepped into her room, looking around. She wasn’t there but you spotted her clothes flung on the bed and a dark coloured dress lying beside them. Your breath caught in your throat as you examined it. The thought of her having a date made your heart clench painfully and you inhaled sharply, turning away from it. “Nat?” you called out, the words sticking in your throat.

“In here, angel.” You headed into her bathroom, finding her soaking in the tub, mounds of bubbles hiding her from view, for which you were eternally glad. She had a book in one hand and her phone in the other, she was frowning down at it. You sat down on the toilet seat, bringing your arms around your knees and watching her with a small smile of amusement on your face.

“Whatcha reading?” You gestured at the book, and she looked up, smiling as she caught your gaze. “That sappy romantic one you suggested. It’s not that good.” You sighed. “Of course you don’t like it. Um, question?” She laughed and put the book down, dropping it onto the floor by the bath. “I never said I didn’t like it. I just think the plot could be strengthened a bit. What’s your question?”

“The dress...” you murmured, thinking of Natasha having dinner at a fancy restaurant with a handsome stranger. The thought made you want to throw up and you looked away.

“Oh, you don’t like it? No matter, I’ll get another one.”

“Um, what, no. I – I think it’s great, you’ll look stunning in it. I just – what's it for?”

“The fundraiser?” She tilted her head to one side, studying you with an intense gaze. “Tony’s charity thing.”

“That’s tonight?!” you yelped. Tony had been planning the event for months and everyone was expected to attend. There were rumours the mayor was going to show up. “Nat, why didn’t you tell me earlier!” You dashed out of her bathroom to go and get ready, her laughter following you.

***

“Y/n? Are you ready?” There was a knock on your door. “Can I come in?”

“Yeah, come in.” You were putting the final touches to your hair, making sure it stayed out of your face. Behind you, the door opened and Natasha walked in. You caught sight of her in the mirror and spun around, jaw dropping as you took her in.

She had the dark coloured dress on and black heels. Her hair was swinging free, tumbling down her shoulders and chest in red waves. She laughed as she caught your astonished gaze, her lips lined with a deep red lipstick. “What’s that face for?”

“I - I just, I mean...” you closed your mouth, “you clean up well, Nat.”

“Thanks, angel. So do you, you look fantastic.” There was a smirk on her face and you turned back to the mirror, struggling with the last hair grip. “Here, let me.” She put her purse down and took your hair into her hands, pinning it back expertly. You stared at the desk, unable to meet her eyes in the reflection. “Ok, are you ready?”

The music and noise got louder as you got closer. You gripped Natasha’s hand and she squeezed yours. She knew that Tony’s parties made you anxious, ever since Ultron had gate crashed one and wreaked havoc.

“Hey you two... you look amazing,” Wanda said as you approached the bar. She had a red cocktail dress on and was sipping a drink, winking as she caught your eye. You gave her a shaky smile and she pulled you in for a hug, “You look stunning,” she whispered in your ear. “Natasha can’t keep her eyes off you.”

You laughed and protested weakly, your voice faltering when you noticed Natasha’s intense gaze on you. She ordered drinks and handed yours to you, your fingers brushing as you took hold of the glass.

“Romanoff, Maximoff, y/n.” Tony materialised beside you, looking impeccable in a suit, slightly tinted glasses resting on his nose. “Romanoff, a word?” Natasha glanced at you and you smiled. Taking that as her answer, she nodded at Tony. As she walked by, she leant in, planting a kiss on your cheek. “I won’t be long.”

“Oh my god...” Wanda breathed, and you shushed her. “She is smitten.”

“No, she’s not!” you laughed. “She’s my best friend.”

The witch nodded. “That’s how the best love stories start.” She glanced around at the party. You watched as a faint blush spread over her cheeks and turned to see who’d caught her eye. “You’re blushing. Something you want to tell me, Wands?”

“Not particularly,” she muttered. “I - need to go find someone. Talk to you later?”

“I want all the details,” you answered, sipping your drink. You continued to sit at the bar, enjoying your drink and trying to relax slightly. You spotted Wanda on the dancefloor with Yelena, Kate and Maria Hill. Further away from the dancefloor, Natasha and Tony were in deep conversation with the mayor of New York and a bunch of men and women in smart attire. You kept your gaze on Natasha, watching the way her hands moved as she talked. As though sensing your gaze, she turned her head, catching your eye. You smiled, and looked away, failing to notice her stopping her conversation and beginning to walk towards you.

“Hey. How are you doing?” Her voice was gentle but you still jumped, relaxing when you realised who it was. “I’m actually kind of enjoying myself,” you said, taking a sip of your drink.

“How many of those have you had?” she said concerned. You smiled at her, feeling happy and relaxed. “Y/n, are you drunk?”

“Getting there,” you murmured. “C’mon, I'm not that bad.”

“Ok. Stand up.” She bit her lip as you got to your feet and wobbled, reaching for the counter to steady yourself. “You’re drunk. Come on, I'm taking you back to your room.”

You started to complain then leant forwards against the counter, your head resting on the cool marble. “This feels nice,” you sighed. Natasha put an arm around your waist, helping you upright and then you started to make your way to the door.

***

You were half asleep by the time you reached your room. Natasha sat you down on your bed and pulled your shoes off, sighing as you fell backwards against the sheets. She pulled you into a sitting position and made you drink a glass full of water and take painkillers before helping you into pyjamas and then into bed.

You lay against your pillows, watching as she closed the curtains and headed to the door to dim the lights. You, however, thought she was leaving, and a tear slipped down your cheek, your arms reaching out towards her. “Nat. Stay. Please don’t leave me.”

“I’m not leaving, angel.” She dimmed the lights then kicked her heels off and came and sat on the edge of your bed. “You need to sleep.” She wiped the tears off your cheeks. “Why are you crying, darling?”

"I can’t talk about it,” you murmured. This made her frown, and she repeated the question in a gentle tone. “Y/n, you don’t have to hide from me. What’s wrong? Did something happen at the party?”

“No.” You thought about Natasha in her dark coloured dress, laughing and talking with the mayor’s son and more tears slipped out. You thought about how you’d thought she was going on a date, and you started to cry harder.

“Y/n. Hey, angel, talk to me. What’s going on?”

“Please don’t go on a date with anyone that isn’t me,” you sobbed, rolling over and burying your face in your pillow.

There was a beat of silence then a hand stroked your shoulder. “Ok,” she replied softly.

***

You woke up the next morning with a sore head. A glass of water was sitting on your bedside table, and you gulped it down thirstily. Your eyes fell on the pair of heels by the door, and you smiled, recognising them as Natasha’s. Then you frowned. Why were they in your room?

You reached for your phone and saw several texts, mostly from friends asking about the party. There was also one from Wanda.

hope the rest of the evening went well ;)

You frowned again, wondering what she meant. Did something happen? You panicked and opened your message thread with Natasha.

What happened last night?

There was a pause then three dots appeared. She was typing.

You're awake. I'll come find you

As you headed to the shower, you missed her next message:

If you’ve seen the news, I can explain. It's not what you think

By the time Natasha found you, you were in the kitchen, drinking coffee and munching on toast. Your eyes went wide as you caught sight of a news headline, suggesting dating rumours between Natasha and the mayor’s son.

She stepped into the kitchen and you shot out of your seat, holding your phone up so she could see the headline. “What is this?”

“Y/n...”

“Tell me this isn’t true!” you said, your voice breaking slightly. “What did I miss last night?”

“It’s not true,” she said quickly. “Y/n, I swear it isn’t true. They just got a few photos last night and it makes it look like-”

“What? What does it look like?” you said, tears beginning to fall down your cheeks. “Are you dating him but can’t tell me? What’s going on, Nat?”

“Y/n,” she replied firmly. She took a step towards you, but you stepped back. “We’re not dating. I'm not dating anyone. I promise.”

Your breath halted. “Then why...?”

“Because they know I like someone, they just don’t know who it is.”

You stared at her, your heart ripping into a million pieces. She liked someone that wasn’t you. Your best friend liked someone and hadn’t told you. “I - what? And when was I going to find out?” you answered bitterly. “I thought you told me everything, Nat.”

“I do tell you everything,” she whispered desperately.

“Obviously not!” you shouted and stormed out of the kitchen, pushing past a surprised and confused Wanda.

***

There was a knock on your door. “Go away, Nat.” Silence then another knock. “Nat, I said go away!”

The door opened. “You’re still calling me Nat, so you don’t really want me to go away. Can I come in?” You sighed and turned to face your best friend. She looked hesitant. You sighed and nodded, she came in and shut the door. “I can explain.”

“I really hope so,” you replied, sounding defeated.

“How much of last night do you remember?” she said cautiously. “Of what actually happened?”

“Nothing. I remember nothing.” You sighed. “I guess I was drunk and based on that, I probably said something, didn’t I?”

“You were drunk.” She slowly sat down next to you on the bed. “We came back here to your room. You were crying, I asked what was wrong, and you said, ‘Please don’t go on a date with anyone that isn’t me.’ And then you fell asleep.”

You stared down at your hands, fingers twisting over each other, heart racing. Had you really said that to her? You remembered the dress and assumed she was going on a date and how upset you’d been.

“Y/n. Look at me.”

She probably hated you for saying that. Why had you said that? What was wrong with you? Why did you have to declare your feelings when you weren’t going to remember it?

“Y/n. Please look at me?”

You swallowed and raised your head to meet your best friend’s gaze. She was smiling – wait, she was smiling?

“I don’t want to date anyone who isn’t you,” she whispered.

“Why?” you stammered.

“Because you’re the only one I want to date.”

“What?” In answer she leant towards you, her hand resting on your cheek. “Can I kiss you?” Speechless, you nodded, and she closed the distance, brushing her lips against yours in a sweet, soft kiss. You eagerly kissed back, making her smile against you.

She eventually pulled away and you smiled at each other. “Y/n, can I take you on a date?”

“Yes,” you whispered, smiling broadly at her. “Yes, I’ll go on a date with you.”

“It’s you that I like,” she said. “That’s what I meant earlier. I like you, angel.”

“I like you too, Nat.”

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Trending

Pairings: Wanda x reader; Tony x reader (platonic); Kate x reader (platonic); Yelena x reader (platonic)

Warnings: mention of Wanda’s time with HYDRA; little bit of angst, lot of fluff

Summary: A TikTok trend gets you and Wanda to admit your feelings for each other.

a/n: this was cute to write! First Wanda fic :) happy with it! Hope you enjoy

“Y/n!” You look up from the book you’re nose deep in to see Tony come into the common room area, Kate and Yelena behind him. He stopped by the sofa and looked confusedly at you. “You’re young. You know about this stuff.”

“Young?” You feigned offence, putting a hand on your chest. “I’m wounded, I’m actually 24.” There was a short pause. “Wait - what stuff?”

“TikTok.” You burst out laughing as the word came out of Tony’s mouth. The idea of Tony Stark on TikTok made you crease up laughing. The others watched you in amusement. “Don’t laugh. I’ve heard it’s very cool with the kids these days.”

“Did you borrow that phrase from Steve? Why are you coming to me about it anyway – can't Kate or Yelena...” Your voice trailed off as Yelena glared at you and Kate just shook her head. “Uh, ok, never mind. What do you need from it?”

“I want to know how to use it. I think it could be the missing link I’ve been looking for between uh, some projects and the digital age.”

“He wants Iron Man on TikTok,” Yelena said bluntly. “And he wants you to teach him how to do it.”

“Oh god...” you groaned as Tony looked impatiently at you. “Fine, yes, I’ll help you.”

***

“I hate this,” you moaned, staring frustratedly down at your laptop.

“What’s wrong?” The voice made you jump, and you looked around to see Wanda walking towards you. She had a mug in one hand and a book which you recognised as yours in the other.

“Wands what are you doing up? It’s late.”

“Couldn’t sleep.” The witch shuffled awkwardly then sat down beside you. “What are you doing up?”

“Trying to edit a video for Tony. He’s obsessing over his page looking perfect.” You sighed. “And that means every video has to meet his standards.”

“Hmm.” Wanda leant towards you to look at the screen. You swallowed nervously and hoped she couldn’t hear how fast your heart was racing. Being around Wanda was both comforting and infuriating at the same time. You had feelings for the Sokovian ever since you were first introduced. Something about her shy smile and warm gaze drew you in and from that moment on the two of you were inseparable.

It had started out as a friendship. Wanda was your best friend and knowing how much she’d already been through made you determined not to make her endure anything more. But that turned into longing gazes and affectionate touches. Kate and Yelena had both tried to encourage you to make a move, yet you couldn’t seem to do it. You didn’t want to lose your best friend if she didn’t feel the same way that you felt about her.

“What’s this?” Wanda was pointing at the screen.

“Hmm, oh, probably just some trend.” Idly you clicked on it without really reading the words.

It was a girl and a boy dancing around in an empty car park. The words on the screen read: ‘able to take my best friend on dates because the world didn’t end when I was 16.’ You smiled, watching the video but beside you Wanda tensed and then swiftly exited the room. A moment later you looked over and noticed she was gone. “Wanda?” You stared back at the screen and then realised.

...the world didn’t end when I was 16 – Wanda and Pietro were 16 when the Avengers found them working with Ultron.

“Ah shit.” You closed the laptop and ran towards Wanda’s room. Giving a soft tap at the door, there was no answer. You waited a beat then knocked harder.

“Go away.” Her voice was muffled and sounded choked, and your heart leapt uncomfortably, realising she was upset.

“Wanda, can I come in?” You took the silence as a yes and entered her room. You’d always loved Wanda’s room, particularly after you encouraged her to make it her own. Fairy lights were strung around the place. Plants sat on the windowsill, gently tended to every day by the witch. Her bedspread was covered by two large blankets and an assortment of plushies, most of which you’d given her.

She was sitting on her bed, facing the wall, staring down at her hands. You sat down gently on the edge of the bed and put a hand gently on her shoulder. She tensed and then relaxed into your touch.

“I’m so sorry,” you whispered. “It’s my fault, I didn’t read what the video said. I – I'm sorry, Wands.” She let out a breath and turned to face you. Immediately you reached up, wiping away a few stray tears. “Oh honey... I really am sorry. What can I do?”

“Hold me,” she whispered. “Please.”

You ignored the butterflies in your stomach and crawled onto the bed next to her. Leaning your back against the wall, you reached out and pulled her against you, wrapping your arms around her, her hands clinging to your wrists. She leant her head back into the crook of your neck and you kissed the top of her head softly.

“I really am sorry,” you murmured. “I won’t show you any more videos. I just got frustrated at Tony. I’m sorry.”

“It’s ok, it’s not your fault.” She shifted in your arms to look at you, you held eye contact for a moment then looked away. Wanda turned herself further and you moved away, your heart still racing. “Why do you do that?” She sounded hurt and you started to worry all over again. “Do what?”

“Move away from me. I’ve noticed it for a while now. I come and find you or I sit next to you, and you shift, you put space between you and me. I look at you, you smile and then you look away. What’s going on, y/n?”

You gulped. The only reason you did all that was to try and combat your feelings for your best friend. “I - I don’t know.”

“Tell me,” Wanda whispered. “We used to tell each other everything. But lately I don’t feel as if you are.”

“I don’t want you to hate me. Or – or resent me for anything.”

Wanda put a gentle hand on your cheek, turning your face so that you were forced to look at her. Her gaze was soft, her eyes searching yours. “I could never hate you, y/n. Please tell me what’s going on. Did I do something to upset you?”

“No! No, it’s not you, it’s me. I – I'm sorry Wands. I just – we’re best friends and I don’t know exactly when it happened but I – I have feelings for you,” you ended in a rush. “If you don’t feel like that, I totally understand and I will put it behind me, but please – I don’t want to lose you.”

A smile lit up your best friend’s face and you looked at her confused. Her thumb moved from your cheek to run gently across your bottom lip, making you gasp and look at her intently. “I have feelings for you too,” she whispered.

You leant in, your lips meeting in a soft kiss. Wanda tasted like cinnamon and apricots, and it was intoxicating. When air became an issue, you both pulled away, touching your forehead to hers and smiling gently at her.

“I get to love my best friend because my world didn’t end at 16,” Wanda whispered, making you blush. “I may have been HYDRA’s puppet, y/n, but my world didn’t end then, it began. I found you.”

“I love you too.” You pulled the witch into a hug, both of you falling onto her bed, arms wrapped around each other and smiles on your faces.

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I’m looking for a fic which is Wanda x reader, reader is best friends with Pietro and slowly falls for Wanda/ doesn’t realise they’re falling for Wanda. can anyone help me?

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Finally

Pairings: Kate x reader; Natasha x reader (platonic); Yelena x reader (platonic); Clint x reader (platonic)

Warnings: alcohol; y/n drinking too much

A/n: this did not turn out the way I wanted it to, but I’m sharing it anyway :) i’m going to rewrite this the way I imagined it

Tony was throwing a party. Actually, Pepper was throwing a party on Tony’s behalf. She’d devised a new idea for the Stark Foundation and invited a bunch of entrepreneurs and influencers to promote the event. You hadn’t planned on going but then you heard that Kate was, so you decided you would.

This was the night that you would finally tell Kate how you felt about her. She’d been your best friend for as long as you could remember. You couldn’t remember when you’d first realised you had feelings for her. After that, it had been pretty hard to ignore.

“Hey, y/n y/l/n, you look great!” Yelena cornered you as soon as you walked through the door. She was in a blue suit with her hair in braids. She handed you a colourful looking drink. You’d already had a few before the party but took it from her, slowly sipping it. You could tell she’d made it because of how strong the taste of vodka was.

“Back at you.” There was a twinkle in Yelena’s eye. “Oh no, what scheme are you trying to get me involved in now?”

Two nights ago, you and Yelena had locked Tony out of his room. He had stormed around the compound for ages whilst the two of you hid on the roof, creasing with laughter. He’d eventually found you, threatening all kinds of terror before you quickly handed back his keycard.

“Tony has motorbikes.” She smiled at you, a mischievous glint in her eye. “We could go to that bagel place you keep telling me about!”

“I am not getting on a motorbike with you,” you replied firmly. “However, I will help you get it from the garage.” You sneaked Yelena’s drink from her, knocking it back in one. You were really nervous about seeing Kate and figured the alcohol would calm your nerves.

“I’m going to pretend I didn’t hear that.” You spun around to find Natasha in a smart black suit, her hair loose and flowing.

Yelena rolled her eyes then swiftly disappeared into the crowds. Natasha turned her gaze on you. “Please tell me you’re not going to assist in whatever she’s planning.” She noticed the glass in your hand. “How many drinks have you had?” Her voice took on a ‘concerned big sister’ tone.

“Not many.” You swiped a glass from a passing waiter and chugged the champagne in one. “Um, have you seen Kate?” You ignored the concerned, slightly worried look in Natasha’s eyes.

Natasha stared at you intently. “I’ll tell you if you tell her.”

“Tell her what?” You were oblivious to the knowing look in the spy’s eyes, taking yet another glass.

“About your feelings, y/n.” Natasha’s gaze became gentle. “I know you’ve got feelings for her.”

Wide eyed, you clapped a hand over Natasha’s mouth, staring around frantically. “Do you want her to hear you?!”

“I know better than to ask.” Clint was staring curiously at the pair of you.

“It’s not what it looks like! Have you seen Kate?” you replied, moving away from Natasha and staring around the room for the thousandth time that night. You took another glass from a waiter, not even noticing when Natasha took it out of your hands. “I think you’ve had enough of those y/n.” She put it back on the tray.

“Yes... she’s looking for you. Said it was something important.” Clint glanced at Natasha. “And I need to talk to you.”

“Where did you see her, Clint?” You grabbed his arm as he started to walk away with Natasha. He just shrugged and gestured vaguely towards the bar. Sighing, you began to head in that direction when the very person you were looking for materialised in front of you, Yelena in tow.

“Y/n! I’ve been looking for you all night!” Kate had a huge smile on her face. “Yelena’s got an amazing idea by the way and I really think we should take this opportunity. Ok, so I know you might be mad because Tony mentored you when you were younger or something – well not directly, but in his program, but you have to hear about it...”

“...and breathe,” you finished.

Kate took a breath and carried on talking, occasionally directing a smile at Yelena, who had the same mischievous look on her face from earlier. You zoned out, staring at Kate. How were you going to tell her with Yelena around? And Natasha already knew so it was only a matter of time before a rumour was started. The rumour mill in Avengers Tower was bad enough – it had taken a month to convince people that you and Natasha weren’t dating.

You were feeling a bit dizzy from the alcohol. It had been a while since you’d partied this hard and your body wasn’t used to it. You wished you’d stuck to beer.

“Y/n?”

You realised Kate was staring at you, waving a hand in front of your face. “Huh, sorry, what?”

“Are you okay?” She looked concerned and you realised you were swaying slightly. “Okay, how much have you had to drink?”

“Um... not much!” you said brightly, wincing as your voice came out louder than you’d intended. “I think – I think the shots were a mistake,” you groaned.

“Shots? Oh, y/n...” She put a hand gently on your arm.

“I think I should sit down,” you whispered and promptly fell over, your head hitting the floor hard. There was a buzzing in your ears then you closed your eyes.

***

“Y/n! Y/n!”

“Gently, Kate, gentle. She’s coming around...” You felt Natasha adjusting a cushion behind your head.

You opened your eyes to see Natasha and Yelena staring down at you with worried expressions. Kate appeared behind them – she looked like she’d been crying, and you reached out for her. “Kate? Are you okay?” you murmured.

A shaky smile appeared on her face. “I should be asking you that. I just – don't scare me like that again, please.”

Natasha murmured something to Yelena and the two of them left the room. You looked around, realising you were in Kate’s room. “It was closer,” she said by way of explanation. You took in the familiar surroundings then focused on Kate, who was chewing on her lip and you realised she was about to launch into a speech.

“So, I have something that I wanted to tell you and I was going to do it at the party and I know that this is the worst possible timing, but I have to tell you now.” She sighed. “Um, so I don’t want this to ruin our friendship or anything because I really don’t want that to happen, but I like you, y/n. I really care about you, like a lot and I want to stay friends but I don’t want to just be friends...”

You pulled her towards you and wrapped your arms around her. There was a little ‘oh!’ of surprise and then she returned the hug, resting her cheek on the top of your head.

“I like you too,” you whispered. “So much. And I got drunk because I thought I’d have more courage and be able to tell you this time.”

“This time? You mean, you’ve tried to tell me other times?”

You chuckled. “Yes, Kate. I’ve been trying to tell you for a very long time.”

Kate kicked her shoes off and crawled onto the bed beside you. Laying down, she snuggled up to you, resting her head in the crook of your shoulder. You wrapped an arm around her and closed your eyes.

“Kate?”

“Mm?”

“Will you be my girlfriend?”

“Yes, y/n. A million times yes.”

You smiled and let yourself drift off to sleep, warm and safe in Kate’s bed, your now girlfriend curled up beside you.

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Always There

Pairing: Natasha x reader

Warnings: tears; nightmare; panic attack

A/n: hehe I loved this, soft soft Nat makes me smile so big! Thank you for the prompt for this, I had fun writing it!

You were staring at the rubble around you. Shattered glass crunched under your feet as you walked slowly down the street. Or what had been a street, you thought bitterly. Distant noise told you that the cleanup had begun.

Staring up at Stark Tower, you wondered what was going on. Where was Natasha? She had agreed to meet you hours ago and you were beginning to get worried.

As you scanned the battered cars and chunks of concrete, a flash of red caught your eye. Looking closer, you saw that someone was trapped under a car. Your heart went cold; the person under the car had red hair. Very red hair.

“No,” you whispered, running forwards. Scrabbling frantically in the dirt, you realised who was trapped under the car. And that she’d agreed to meet you hours ago.

“No, no, no, no,” you whimpered, digging away with your hands. You caught yourself on an exposed metal bar and began to bleed but you didn’t care.

“No!” You were crying now, tears streaming down your face.

“Y/n. Y/n, wake up.”

“Natty, I'm sorry,” you sobbed, pushing at the car in an effort to move it off your girlfriend’s body.

“Y/n!”

Your knee nudged one of her pistols.

“No, no, Natty, please. Please – not this. Anything but this! Someone help me!” you screamed, staring around at Natasha’s bedroom.

Wait. Natasha’s bedroom?

You were bolt upright in bed, chest heaving, tears streaming down your face.

“Y/n. Baby. You’re ok, I’m here.”

You were struggling to breathe, gasping for breath, somehow crying harder than before.

“I can’t - I can’t - can’t breathe...” Your hands went to your chest. Your heart was racing, and your breathing was shallow.

“Y/n. I’m here.”

Natasha scrambled out of the bed, rushing around to stand in front of you. She crouched down, putting her hands gently on your knees.

“Natty, I can’t breathe!” you screamed, sobbing.

“Ok, ok. Look at me, baby.” She crouched down further, making sure you were making eye contact. “Now, follow my breathing. In... and hold...2, 3, you’re doing so well, baby... and breathe out. Slowly, slowly. There we go.” You breathed slowly, watching Natasha intently. Gradually, you began to calm down.

“Hey,” Natasha said gently, reaching out a hand to wipe your tears away with her thumb. “What happened? Do you want to talk about it?”

“You died in the Battle of New York,” you whimpered, lip trembling. “And I couldn’t save you.”

“Oh baby. I’m so sorry that happened,” she whispered. “I’m so sorry you had a bad dream.”

She pulled you into a hug, wrapping her arms around you and placing a soft kiss to the top of your head. You snuggled against her, finally calming down, feeling safe and secure.

“I’m not going anywhere,” she whispered. “I’m here for you. I’m always here, ok?”

“I love you,” you murmured. “I really love you, Natty.”

“I love you too, sweetheart.”

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Kate bishop fanfiction 🙏🥺

Yes! 💜

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let me know the types of fanfics you want to see! I don’t write smut.

here’s who I will write for:

natasha romanoff

carol danvers

kate bishop

yelena belova

wanda maximoff

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Reassurance

Pairing: Natasha x fem! reader; Wanda x fem! reader (platonic)

Genre: hurt/ comfort

Summary: Natasha finds you upset and reassures you that she’s not going anywhere

Warnings: upset! reader; tears; angst

Word count: 483

a/n: still getting used to making my fanfics public but loving writing them! let me know if you have any requests (characters I write for are in my masterlist). I don’t write smut

“Hey y/n, haven’t seen you – hey, are you okay?” Wanda crouched down beside you, her face showing concern.

You nodded, head buried in between your arms. You felt your bed shift slightly as Wanda sat down next to you, her hand running softly over your back. “What’s wrong detka?” she asked gently.

“I’m fine, Wands,” you murmured. “Can you go, I want to be alone.”

Wanda kept running her hand over your back and then removed it. “Sure.” You could hear the hesitation in her voice and knew she didn’t want to leave you. “Shall I get Natasha?”

“No, I’ll go find her later.”

Wanda pressed a kiss to the top of your head and then left, the door clicking shut behind her. Pulling your head out of your arms, you wiped at the fresh tears on your cheeks. You hated being mean to Wanda when she had been nothing but kind to you, but you didn’t need anyone to see you so upset, especially not Natasha. Unfortunately, you knew Wanda too well and suspected that Natasha would be making an appearance very shortly.

You were right. Minutes later, there was a knock on the door. When you didn’t answer, the knock came again and then the door slowly opened, revealing your girlfriend’s worried face. Natasha saw your tears and the slump of your shoulders and came over to you, the door swinging shut behind her. “Baby, what’s wrong?”

“I’m fine, Natty,” you whispered, wiping furiously at the tears on your cheeks. “Wanda didn’t need to get you.”

“She didn’t need to, but I’m glad she did.” Natasha sat down next to you, pulling you towards her into a one-armed hug. “What’s going on?” When there was still silence, Natty turned to look at you, raising a brow slightly. “Y/n… Please. Talk to me.”

“I’m sorry,” you mumbled into her shoulder.

“Sorry about what, baby?”

“I’m sorry I’m not good enough for you,” you said, looking at her with tear-stained cheeks. “I’m too damaged, I’ve been through a lot and you – you deserve someone better,” your voice broke at the thought of Natasha leaving you and fresh tears started.

“Y/n, baby, how could I ever deserve anyone but you?” Natasha took your hands in hers. “I love you, sweetheart. You’re way better than me, trust me, I have a lot more mistakes in my past – mistakes I cannot undo,” she admitted, showing a slightly more vulnerable side. “We’ve both been through a lot, everyone in the compound has. But it’s you that I want at the end of the day, okay?”

You sniffled and nodded, leaning your head on her shoulder. Natasha wrapped her arms around you, planting a soft kiss to the top of your head. You closed your eyes, breathing in her scent and feeling your body calm down.

“I love you,” you whispered.

“I love you too, baby,” she replied.

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I Almost Died for You

Pairings: Natasha x reader; Yelena x reader (platonic); Clint x reader (platonic)

Summary: Natasha has been away on a mission for a long time. What happens when you and Yelena go to see if she’s alright?

TW: reader being reckless for love (its natty so its to be expected i guess!); near death; explosive device; dangerous mission; reader almost dying; hint of smut at the end

Word count: 1.2k

a/n: tried writing a bit of hurt/ comfort :) send in any requests! I don’t write smut

You sat at your desk, brow furrowed as you tried to finish your last mission report. Fury had been breathing down your neck about getting them done. Raising your eyes from the report, you stared blankly out the window. Natasha was away on a mission and you missed her terribly. Not that she knew that, of course. You hadn’t admitted your overwhelming crush on the redhead and you weren’t going to. It was something you had to deal with and get over.

There was a knock at the door. “Come in,” you called, hopes rising. Was it Natasha; was she back yet? The door opened to reveal Yelena. You frowned, noticing she was kitted out for a mission. “Are you going somewhere?”

“Maybe.” She sat down on your bed. “If you don’t tell Fury.”

You narrowed your eyes. “Where are you going?”

“Don’t tell Fury,” she said, pointing a vaguely threatening finger at you. You swatted her arm aside and sat next to her. “Yelena…”

“I’m going to find Natasha, okay? She hasn’t come back and it’s been way longer than she should have been gone for.”

“What?” you said alarmed, fear sweeping through your body. “You think she’s in danger?” You chewed the inside of your cheek anxiously. Thoughts of Natasha lying injured somewhere crept into your mind.

“Y/n, she’s always in danger. She’s the Black Widow.” Yelena looked curiously at you then her face lit up. “You care about her, don’t you?” A sly smile appeared. “You like my sister?”

“What – no, I mean, yes I do, but because I care about her, I care about the team you know…” You were flustered and Yelena saw right through it. “Okay fine,” you relented, “but you can’t tell anyone, okay?”

“You should tell her. Anyway, I’m going to find her. Want to come?” Yelena offered, looking at you hopefully. “I know you like her so you’ll care about her safety.��

You looked over at your desk, at the mission report you were failing to finish. Then you thought of what Natasha might say if you found her and saved her from danger. You grinned at Yelena. “Let’s do it.”

***

You successfully managed to sneak onto a quinjet and were soon flying away from the compound. Once again, you ran over your array of weapons strapped to your body. You were comforted by your super strength; like Steve, you had undergone many long trials and experiments at the hands of HYDRA.

Yelena was muttering to herself in Russian, peering at the landscape below. Finding a clearing in the woods near the town Natasha had gone to, she landed smoothly. Creeping off the jet, you made your way into the town.

It was soon apparent that Natasha had been here. There were bodies lying in the streets and distant gunfire came to your ears. You made your way towards the noise and found a small group of HYDRA soldiers firing at an apparently empty building.

Suddenly an arrow whistled past you and into the midst of the group. It hit the ground and lay there, then blew up, killing all the HYDRA soldiers in one go.

“What are you two doing here?” a voice panted and Clint ran up beside you. “It’s dangerous, you shouldn’t have come.”

“We wanted to help Natasha,” you retorted, pulling a gun from your hip and firing at more soldiers that had appeared. “We didn’t know you’d be here too. Where is she?”

“Look up.” You glanced up to see Natasha drop from a balcony and join you. Her bodysuit was cut in many places and there was blood on her cheek. She narrowed her eyes at you. “You shouldn’t have come,” she said harshly. “We don’t need you here. It’s better that you wait in the quinjet.”

Her cold reply surprised and hurt you and you turned away, firing again at the oncoming soldiers. The four of you made short work of the rest of the town, quickly clearing it of remaining soldiers. Yelena mentioned where she’d hidden the quinjet and you made your way towards it.

You were breathing a sigh of relief, knowing you were almost safe then there was a click beneath your foot. You had trodden on a hidden explosive device. It went off, sending you flying backwards.

“Y/n!” Natasha screamed, worry and fear in her voice. You felt faint and dizzy and when you looked down, your leg was covered in blood. The others ran over to you and Clint began wrapping a tourniquet around your leg. Natasha was gripping your hand so hard her knuckles had turned white.

“We’ve got to get back to the med bay, now!” Clint yelled.

“Natasha,” you whispered. Then your head felt limp and suddenly everything went black.

***

When you next opened your eyes, you recognised the hospital wing of the compound. Natasha was sitting in a chair in the corner, in the same bodysuit and with blood still on her cheek. She seemed to be asleep, her head resting on the back of the chair, her eyes shut.

You watched her for a moment, studying her face. She was so beautiful, you thought. Her chest rose and fell gently as she breathed and you bit your lip watching her look so peaceful. You remembered her cry when the device had gone off, the look on her face made your heart clench in pain. She had looked so frightened and you didn’t want to ever see her face like that again.

Tentatively moving in your bed, you groaned when pain shot through your leg and up the rest of your body. Your leg was covered in bandages and was propped up on a pile of pillows. Natasha’s eyes flew open and she leapt towards your bedside. “Y/n?” You could see fear in her eyes. Her hands were shaking.

“Natty,” you murmured. “Have I still got my leg?”

Her cheeks reddened at the nickname. She sat down on the edge of your bed. “You’ve lost a lot of blood but they were able to save your leg.” Tears formed in her eyes. You slowly reached a hand out, cupping her cheek in your hand. “Hey,” you murmured. “I’m okay, Natty. I’ve still got my leg. Why are you crying?”

“Because you got injured saving us.” You turned your head to see Clint in the doorway. He leant against the doorframe, smirking at Natasha. “She cares about you.”

You swallowed and stared at Natasha, who was now glaring at Clint. He raised his hands, sent you a smile and left. You looked back at Natasha, staring at her until she finally met your gaze. “Natty…?”

“I like you,” she choked out. “And you were there and I – then you got injured and I thought I’d lost you.” She wiped furiously at her tears.

“I’m okay, Nat,” you whispered. “They saved my leg. I’ll be okay.” You smiled softly at her. “So… you like me?” you said nervously.

Natasha bit her lip and nodded. You struggled to sit up on your own; Natasha soon had you sitting up against a bank of pillows. You gently pulled her towards you so that your faces were almost touching. “Can I kiss you?” you whispered, swallowing nervously. She smiled and closed the distance. You melted as your lips met hers and you sighed into the kiss. Her tongue soon found its way into your mouth. Feeling her smile against you, you pulled back, leaning your forehead against hers. “I’m glad I followed you out there,” you whispered, making her blush.

“Don’t ever do that again though. I don’t think I can almost lose you again.” She sounded stern but the tremble in her voice gave away her fear.

“I promise I’ll be safe,” you said.

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It’s A Secret

Natasha Romanoff x fem reader; Wanda x fem reader (platonic)

Genre: fluff

Warnings: secret relationship; alcohol; being drunk

A/n: This is my first fic that I’ve published! Hoping to write more :)

It was late in the evening when you and the Avengers returned to the compound. Tony had thrown yet another fundraiser and you were all expected to attend. After several shots, you had started to lose control. Wanda escorted you back to the compound and the others decided to come with you.

“I’m fine now guys, can we go back to the party?” you murmured, lying across a sofa with your head in Wanda’s lap.

“It’s 1am, y/n so that’s a no. I think you’ve had enough to drink for one night,” the witch answered, stroking your hair.

You sighed and shifted on the sofa. Realising you were about to fall asleep, Wanda helped you up and down the corridor to your room.

You leant against the door frame, looking at her with a tender (although drunk) expression. “You’re so pretty,” you whispered. “Your eyes are stunning.”

“Y/n, I’m flattered but you’re drunk.” Wanda smiled, amused and kissed you softly on the cheek. “Goodnight. I will see you in the morning.”

She left to go to her own room. Natasha was making her way down the corridor to her room. Your eyes lit up at the sight of your girlfriend. Well, secret girlfriend. None of the others knew that you and Natasha were in a relationship. You constantly worried that the amount of time you two spent together would give it away but so far, people had no idea.

Wanda put a hand on Natasha’s arm and they had a short conversation. You wondered what they were talking about. Natasha noticed you peering out your doorway and gave you a gentle wave and a smile before disappearing into her room.

You frowned and then shut your door behind you. Undressing was a long process in your less than sober state but you somehow managed to change into a vest and sweatpants.

Noticing how thirsty you were, you went into the bathroom and drank several glasses of water. It revived you somewhat and you decided to go and visit Natasha, wondering what Wanda had said to her.

Grabbing a bunch of mission reports, you crept out of your room and knocked softly on Natasha’s door. There was a short pause before she opened it.

“Y/n,” she said surprised. “I thought you’d be in bed – wait, what’s all this?”

You waved the reports in her face. “I – I have a work – um, question. And I wanted to see you.”

Natasha quickly peered out into the corridor but there was nobody around. She pulled you gently into her room. “You’re still drunk, y/n. You need to go and sleep it off. Work can wait. And as for seeing me, I’m here.”

You pouted and slowly turned around to leave.

“Hey, where are you going?”

“Back to bed,” you whispered, tears pricking at your eyes. “You don’t want to see me right now.”

Natasha hummed and spun you around gently, wiping your tears away with her thumb. “Sweetheart, that’s not what I said. Why don’t you put the reports down and get into bed? You’re shivering.”

You opened your mouth to argue and then yawned. Dropping the reports on Natasha’s desk, you crawled into her bed, burrowing under the duvet. She moved softly around the room.

“Natty?”

“Yes, sweetheart?”

“What did Wanda say to you earlier?”

Natasha froze slightly and then carried on moving about the room. Curious, you propped yourself up on your elbows and watched her.

“Why won’t you tell me?”

“Because you don’t need to worry about that right now.”

“C’mon, Natty, please. Otherwise I’ll go back to my room,” you whispered.

Natasha chuckled and sat down on the bed next to you. “I don’t think you’ll make it back to your room as you’re so tired but I’ll tell you. Wanda found the photos of you and me from our date at the photo booth the other day. Yelena had stuck them to the fridge.”

“Oh. So – so people know?”

“Wanda knows. And apparently Yelena.” Natasha ran a hand through your hair gently. “She’s not going to tell people until we do.”

You looked at your girlfriend with glowing eyes. “You’re amazing.”

Natasha smiled and ducked her head. It wasn’t often that you made her blush but you loved it when you did.

She turned the light off next to you and crawled in beside you, pulling you closer. You could feel the soft rise and fall of her chest against your back. One arm draped over your body, your hands entwined.

“Sleep well, sweetheart,” Natasha whispered, kissing the top of your shoulder.

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