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Whenever you need help

Wanda Maximoff x Reader

Abstract:In this heartwarming story, Y/N, dealing with hearing loss and annoying tinnitus, discovers solace and love in Wanda's constant care and sweet bedtime serenades. They tackle life's hurdles as a team, and their relationship grows even stronger through it all.

TW:Hearing loss

This is for my soul since I struggle with hearing loss and sadly can't get hearing aids so basically it's comfort for me but I thought someone else might relate too.

In the bustling corridors of New York's prestigious Eastside University, Wanda Maximoff, known not only for her striking beauty but also her sharp intellect, had always stood out. However, her eye was caught by someone entirely unexpected - a girl named Y/N Y/L/N. Wanda was captivated by Y/N's natural beauty, which seemed to radiate a certain mystique. Yet, despite her allure, Wanda found herself unable to muster the courage to approach her.

As the days turned into weeks, Wanda's fascination with Y/N grew. She couldn't help but steal glances whenever Y/N passed by. There was something about her that was simply enchanting, something that made Wanda's heart race every time she saw her. But for all her beauty, Y/N appeared to be an enigma. She rarely mingled with others, always seemed lost in thought, and seldom smiled.

It was during their shared lectures that Wanda's intrigue deepened. She couldn't help but notice that Y/N was one of the most attentive students in the class. Her eyes were always fixed on the professor, her posture was impeccable, and she seemed to hang on every word. Yet, there was an anomaly - Y/N's notes were a mess. Her handwriting was hurried and chaotic, as if she were trying to capture fleeting thoughts. It puzzled Wanda - how could someone so attentive be struggling to keep up?

The opportunity for an explanation came one fateful evening at a college party. Wanda watched from across the room as someone approached Y/N. The dimly lit room buzzed with music and chatter, making conversation a challenge for anyone, but especially for Y/N. She leaned in, her expression a mix of confusion and concentration, trying to understand what the girl was saying over the din.

After a moment, Y/N politely asked the girl to repeat herself. The girl, growing impatient and annoyed, raised her voice, but Y/N's struggle persisted. In frustration, the girl threw her hands up and walked away, leaving Y/N standing there with a slight frown, feeling awkward and isolated.

It was at this point that Wanda, perhaps fueled by a few more drinks than she should have had, made her way over to Y/N. Without thinking, she blurted out, "So, are you that bad at paying attention to everything, or do you just have something wrong with you?"

Y/N was taken aback by the harshness of the question, her eyebrows furrowing in disbelief. "You're an asshole," she retorted, her tone sharp and her eyes filled with annoyance. She pushed past Wanda, leaving the party in a hurry.

Wanda cursed under her breath, immediately realizing that her question had been entirely out of line. She tried to chase after Y/N, but the sea of people at the party made it impossible to find her. She was left with a gnawing sense of guilt and regret.

Determined to make amends, Wanda hatched a plan to subtly apologize. She decided to attend lectures with unwavering focus, meticulously taking notes. Each night, she would painstakingly copy these notes into another notebook, ensuring they were neat and organized.

After a week of this effort, she composed a message on a sticky note that read, "I noticed you struggle to catch the notes in class for some reason, so I made the notes for you. I'm sorry about what I said at the party; I didn't mean it in a rude way. Here's my number, and my name is Wanda Maximoff." She placed the sticky note on the first page of the notebook and left it in front of Y/N's dorm room.

Later that evening, Wanda's phone rang, displaying a message from an unknown number. It was Y/N, and she thanked Wanda genuinely for her kind gesture. Wanda smiled as she saved Y/N's number in her contacts, then mustered the courage to ask if Y/N would be willing to meet her at the benches in front of the dorms.

Y/N agreed to the meeting, and they found themselves sitting under the soft glow of the streetlights. Wanda sighed, apologizing once more, explaining how her curiosity had gotten the best of her at the party.

Y/N, her expression softer now, smiled politely and reassured Wanda, saying, "It's okay, I understand. I'm used to that type of stuff; it happens all the time." She seemed surprisingly forgiving, considering the rude encounter at the party.

Then, Y/N revealed her secret, the very reason behind her struggles. "I'm hard of hearing," she confessed. "I've been gradually losing my hearing for about a year now, so I struggle a lot with classes and conversations in loud places."

Wanda's heart ached at this revelation. She felt a pang of guilt for her previous behavior. She apologized once more, this time more earnestly. "I'm really sorry," she said, her voice filled with regret. "I had no idea. I didn't mean to be so rude."

Y/N placed her hand on Wanda's shoulder, and in that simple touch, a spark ignited between them. She reassured Wanda, saying, "You did the sweetest thing anyone has ever done for me to apologize. Your apology is accepted, so don't worry."

Wanda's smile returned, gratitude shining in her eyes. She couldn't help but ask, "But if you struggle so much, why don't you have hearing aids? Wouldn't they help?"

Y/N chuckled bitterly, her expression somber. "Well, I believe I should have them," she began, "but the doctor explained my hearing loss as something related to my nervous system. He said there's no need for hearing aids, so I'm left to struggle."

Wanda groaned in frustration, feeling a surge of anger on Y/N's behalf. "He can't just do that," she exclaimed, her empathy for Y/N growing stronger by the minute.

Y/N shrugged, her gaze drifting into the distance. "I guess he can," she said, her voice tinged with resignation. The weight of her condition, and the helplessness she felt in the face of it, hung heavily in the air.

Wanda couldn't bear to see Y/N carry this burden alone. As they sat together under the night sky, she resolved to be there for her, to help her navigate the challenges of college life with a newfound friendship and understanding. And in that moment, amidst the swirling uncertainties of their young adult lives, a bond began to form, one that neither of them could have predicted when they first crossed paths in the crowded hallways of Eastside University.

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Wanda and Y/N quickly fell into a pattern of texting each other regularly. They talked about their classes, shared funny anecdotes from campus life, and sometimes just exchanged random thoughts. Through these messages, their connection deepened, and Wanda continued to diligently take notes during lectures, just as she had promised.

As the weeks passed, Wanda realized she had accumulated another notebook full of meticulously transcribed lecture notes for Y/N. She decided it was time to meet up with her and hand over the notes. Wanda texted Y/N, "Hey, would you like to meet for coffee this weekend? I have something for you."

Y/N responded with an enthusiastic "Sure!" and they agreed to meet at a cozy cafe near the dorms on a sunny Saturday morning.

When they met at the cafe, Wanda greeted Y/N with a warm smile. She placed the notebook filled with neatly written notes on the table. "Here you go," she said. "I thought you might find these helpful. If you have any questions or need clarification on anything, don't hesitate to ask me anytime."

Y/N looked at Wanda with gratitude in her eyes. She reached across the table and gently held Wanda's hand. "I really, really want to thank you a lot for this," Y/N said earnestly. "But I also feel bad that you're spending so much of your time on my notes. You should be focusing on yourself."

Wanda shook her head, her own hand comfortably resting in Y/N's. "I want to help you out," she replied. "And you know what? I've noticed that because I pay a lot more attention and write everything down twice, I'm actually learning better as well. So, I'm doing the both of us a favor."

Y/N smiled softly at Wanda's generosity. "Only if it's not a struggle for you," she insisted. "If you ever feel like it's too much, you don't have to continue doing it."

Before Wanda could respond, Y/N insisted on paying for their coffees as a token of gratitude for the notes. Wanda initially resisted, but Y/N's determination won her over. She sighed in defeat and said, "Alright, you win this time."

As they waited for their orders, the waitress came by to take their preferences. She asked, "What type of milk would you like in your coffee?"

Y/N leaned in, trying to hear the question better, but her face showed confusion. She asked the waitress to repeat herself. The waitress repeated the question, but it was clear that Y/N was struggling to process the words.

Wanda noticed Y/N's discomfort and gently tapped her hand, making her look up. Wanda repeated the waitress's question, this time speaking louder and using hand gestures to illustrate the choices. Y/N nodded, her face blushing slightly as she responded to the waitress.

When the waitress walked away, Y/N smiled at Wanda, her eyes filled with appreciation. "Thank you for that," she said. "Sometimes, it's the little things that make a big difference."

Wanda grinned, feeling a warmth in her heart. "Whenever you need help," she assured Y/N, "I'm there for you."

As they sipped their coffee and chatted about their plans for the upcoming week, it was clear that their bond was growing stronger, and their connection was becoming something truly special. Wanda had found a purpose in helping Y/N, and Y/N had found a friend who not only understood her struggles but was willing to go the extra mile to make her life a little easier.

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It was a special day for Y/N - her birthday. Wanda had been dropping hints about a surprise for weeks, building excitement and curiosity. As the day arrived, Y/N couldn't help but feel a mix of nervousness and anticipation.

Wanda arrived at Y/N's dorm room with a cheerful smile. "Happy birthday, Y/N!" she exclaimed, holding a blindfold in her hand. "I have a surprise for you, but you'll need to put this on."

Y/N's heart raced as she considered the blindfold. She was nervous about the idea of losing yet another one of her senses, but Wanda's reassuring presence put her at ease. As they settled into Wanda's car and started driving, Y/N's anxiety began to fade.

Wanda's hand landed comfortably on top of Y/N's knee, and Y/N immediately relaxed. She placed her hand on top of Wanda's, their fingers interlocking. Wanda couldn't contain her happiness, her cheeks turning red as she drove.

After a short ride, Wanda helped Y/N out of the car and carefully removed the blindfold. Y/N blinked, taking in her surroundings. They were standing in front of a private doctor's office specializing in hearing loss.

Y/N's eyes widened as she looked at Wanda. "Wanda, this is... How did you even get an appointment? And it's way too expensive; you shouldn't have done this."

Wanda smiled warmly, holding both of Y/N's hands. "My dad knows the doctor. He's a household friend, so everything is sorted out. Let's go in and get you the help you need."

Tears welled up in Y/N's eyes, and she hugged Wanda tightly. Wanda hugged back, her own eyes filled with affection and happiness.

The appointment at the doctor's office was lengthy, but it was worth every moment. Measurements were taken for Y/N's hearing aids, and a few days later, they returned to pick them up. Y/N was overwhelmed with emotion as she heard again, almost like she did before her hearing loss.

As they got into the car after the appointment, Wanda asked, "Do the hearing aids feel weird?"

Y/N cupped Wanda's cheeks, pulling her in for a passionate kiss. Wanda was momentarily stunned before she eagerly kissed Y/N back, melting into the moment.

When they finally pulled away, Y/N said with a smile, "I've been wanting to do that for so long."

Wanda raised an eyebrow, a mischievous glint in her eye. "You like me?"

Y/N laughed softly. "Of course, idiot," she said, pulling Wanda in for another sweet kiss. They smiled against each other's lips, their connection deepening with every tender moment shared. Y/N's birthday had turned into a day of unforgettable surprises, and her heart was filled with gratitude and love for Wanda.

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One quiet night, Y/N found herself restless, tossing and turning in Wanda's cozy dorm room. The room, usually filled with the warmth of their love, was eerily silent. Yet, it wasn't the silence that disturbed Y/N; it was the persistent ringing in her ears, a relentless tinnitus that had become a constant companion ever since her hearing had started to deteriorate.

The deafening silence of the room only intensified the sound, making it impossible for her to find peace. Y/N felt the pressure build in her ears, like a vice slowly tightening. It was maddening, and she had grown accustomed to sleepless nights and the frustration that accompanied them.

As Y/N stirred for what seemed like the hundredth time, Wanda, who had been asleep beside her, woke up. She had always been a light sleeper, especially when it came to Y/N's well-being. Wanda reached out and gently caressed Y/N's cheek, concern etched on her face. Her voice was soft and filled with love as she whispered, "What's wrong, love?"

Y/N sighed, her voice carrying the weariness of countless sleepless nights. "Well, a symptom of hearing loss is my tinnitus," she explained softly. "So, I haven't slept normally in a year since I started losing my hearing. My ears keep ringing, and sometimes, I feel intense pressure in them."

Wanda frowned, her heart aching for the person she loved. "You should have told me, baby," she said, her voice laced with concern. "I want to help."

Y/N sighed again, resignation in her tone. "There's no cure for tinnitus anyway," she mumbled. "So, what's the point of burdening you with it?"

Wanda, not willing to accept defeat, gently pulled Y/N's head onto her chest. She started running her fingers through Y/N's hair, a soothing gesture she had perfected over time. "Well," she began, her voice tender, "now I'm going to sing for you until you fall asleep. And then, I will sleep too, after you do."

Y/N protested softly, "But, Wanda, baby, you need rest too. I'm used to this. I don't want to keep you awake."

Wanda shushed her gently before she could finish her sentence. "I said, when you need help, I'm there. So now, let me help you."

And with that, Wanda began to softly sing. Her melodic voice filled the room, drowning out the incessant ringing in Y/N's ears. It was a sweet lullaby, a soothing melody that seemed to reach into Y/N's soul and calm her troubled mind.

Wanda sang the songs that held special meaning for them, their lyrics weaving a comforting cocoon around Y/N's restless thoughts. As Y/N listened, the tension in her ears began to loosen, and the relentless ringing slowly faded into the background.

Sure enough, in just a few minutes, the sound of Wanda's singing had worked its magic. Y/N had found solace in the familiar voice, and her eyelids grew heavy. She drifted into a peaceful sleep, cradled in Wanda's loving arms.

Wanda smiled down at her girlfriend, brushing a strand of hair away from Y/N's face. She leaned in and kissed the top of Y/N's head, whispering, "Sweet dreams, baby."

With Y/N finally at rest, Wanda closed her eyes, grateful that she could provide comfort and relief to the person she loved most in the world. She knew that there would be more nights like this, nights where Y/N's tinnitus would wage a battle against her sleep, but as long as they faced them together, Wanda was willing to sing every night if it meant bringing peace to Y/N's troubled dreams. The love between them was stronger than any challenge, and in the embrace of sleep, they found solace in each other's arms.

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Guys Im dumb and don't know how to reply in the notes from this acc and not my personal one, but thank you a lot for the support on my last post it means a lot.

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Fainted into your arms

Wanda Maximoff x reader

Abstract: As Y/N navigates the demands of college and her family responsibilities, she forms a deep and unexpected connection with Wanda Maximoff

TW: none

Y/N Y/L/N's life had become a whirlwind of responsibilities. Her days were a relentless cycle of attending veterinary classes, completing clinical rotations, and serving coffee at the cafe until the early morning hours. Sleep had become a luxury she couldn't afford. But beyond her studies and work, she shouldered the weight of her family's needs. Her hometown visits meant taking care of her niece and her ailing mother, who required constant attention. Yet, Y/N somehow found the strength to study amidst the chaos.

As the finals loomed closer, spring swept in, bringing with it warmer days that only added to her exhaustion. One evening, on her way back home from the cafe, Y/N felt a wave of dizziness hit her. She stumbled and clutched onto a nearby tree for support, her body aching, her stomach churning. The combination of exhaustion, hunger, and dehydration had finally taken its toll.

Out of nowhere, a voice cut through the haze, "Are you okay, darling?" Startled, Y/N turned to see a striking older woman standing there. Dressed impeccably in a tailored suit, the woman exuded an air of elegance that left Y/N momentarily breathless. Concern etched on her face, the woman's presence was both comforting and bewildering.

Trying to steady herself, Y/N managed to stammer, "I'm... I'm okay, just... exhausted." But as the woman spoke, a sudden ringing overwhelmed her senses. She strained to hear, but the sound grew deafening, and darkness swallowed her whole.

When consciousness returned, Y/N was met with a throbbing headache. As she gingerly sat up, she realized a cold cloth had been placed on her forehead. Blinking, she looked around, disoriented by the opulent surroundings. Confusion gnawed at her, and an involuntary "What the fuck..." escaped her lips.

Footsteps approached, and the older woman entered the room, holding a tray of food that looked incredibly tempting. Warmth radiated from her smile as she noticed Y/N awake. Settling into a chair across from Y/N, she asked with genuine concern, "How are you feeling?"

Managing a weak chuckle, Y/N admitted, "Honestly, like shit." The woman's laughter danced in response. "You had me quite worried. Fainting into my arms was a bit unexpected. I brought you here so you could rest," she explained, her eyes conveying kindness.

A mixture of embarrassment and gratitude washed over Y/N. "Thank you. I... I appreciate it," she murmured, her cheeks flushing slightly. When the woman's hand landed on her knee, an electric current seemed to surge through Y/N, leaving her both surprised and intrigued. She attempted to shake off the sensation, not quite understanding it.

"You must have pushed yourself too hard," the woman, Wanda Maximoff, offered softly. Y/N nodded, feeling a strange connection forming between them. Despite the circumstances, a comfortable silence settled as they exchanged glances, understanding passing between them.

"I'm Y/N Y/L/N," Y/N finally introduced herself, extending her hand. Wanda's grip was warm and reassuring, and as their fingers touched, an undeniable spark coursed through Y/N. "Wanda Maximoff," the woman replied, her voice carrying a richness that resonated deep within Y/N.

...

Y/N savored each bite of the delicious food Wanda had prepared. The flavors danced on her taste buds, and she couldn't help but let out a satisfied moan. "This is the best food I've had all week!" she exclaimed, looking at Wanda with genuine appreciation.

Wanda's cheeks tinted with a faint blush. "Oh, it's nothing really. I just quickly put it together for you," she replied modestly.

Y/N playfully rolled her eyes. "Trust me, this is like Gordon Ramsay-level stuff. It's a huge shift after the cafeteria food... not that I eat that very much either. Most days, I forget to eat anything at all."

A shadow of concern flickered across Wanda's face. "That's not good, honey. You should take better care of yourself."

Y/N blushed at the endearing term of address. She looked down, a bit bashful. "I know, but there's so much on my plate. I don't want to burden you with my problems. Besides, you've already done so much by bringing me here."

Leaning in with a playful glint in her eyes, Wanda asked, "Now you've intrigued me. What caused you to faint dramatically into my arms?"

Y/N let out a sigh and began to open up, sharing the overwhelming challenges she faced daily. Wanda's concern was palpable as she listened intently to Y/N's story.

"Honey," Wanda said softly when Y/N finished, "you need to consider dropping that job. You're already managing so much."

Y/N arched an eyebrow skeptically. "And how am I supposed to pay for my dorm then?"

Wanda hesitated, a thoughtful look crossing her face. But then she changed the subject, asking if Y/N wanted a drink. Y/N, feeling flustered, declined, mumbling about overstaying her welcome.

Wanda shook her head, a warm smile on her lips. "You're not overstaying. You're welcome to stay, even overnight if you'd like."

Standing up, Y/N felt a mix of embarrassment and gratitude. "I appreciate that, but I wouldn't want to cause any trouble if someone else comes over."

Wanda chuckled softly. "I don't have a partner to worry about, whether husband or wife. Being 34 doesn't mean I have to be married, right, darling?"

Y/N's cheeks flushed as she stammered, "I didn't mean it like that." The proximity of Wanda's hand on her arm sent a shiver down her spine, igniting a spark of connection she couldn't ignore.

Leaning in even closer, Wanda's voice dropped. "And who said anything about marriage? I like to keep my options open."

Before Y/N could react, Wanda had retrieved her car keys. "Well, whether you're staying or not, I'll at least drive you to your dorm."

Y/N opened her mouth to protest, but the stern determination in Wanda's gaze silenced her. They walked down to Wanda's sleek Dodge Hellcat, chatting amiably during the drive. As they pulled up to Y/N's dorm, Wanda smiled warmly.

"Would you mind if I had your number?" Wanda inquired, a mischievous grin playing on her lips.

Y/N's blush deepened, but she nodded. Wanda handed her the phone, and Y/N typed in her number. Wanda saved the contact, and then she exited the car, opening the door for Y/N.

"Thank you," Y/N said, her voice a bit shaky as she stepped out.

Wanda's tone was affectionate as she said, "Take care of yourself, okay?" Then, in a surprising move, Wanda leaned in and pressed a gentle kiss to Y/N's cheek.

"Bye, Y/N," Wanda said with a grin, before driving away, leaving Y/N standing there, her heart racing and her mind reeling from the unexpected whirlwind of emotions and connections that had unfolded between them.

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As Y/N stepped into the dorm room, her roommate Kate Bishop sat up groggily, rubbing her eyes. "Where have you been?" Kate asked, her voice half-awake yet curious.

Y/N winced sheepishly, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to wake you up. I felt weak, so I stopped."

Kate raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "And then what happened? You woke me up by entering the room like you were being chased by a ghost."

A flush spread across Y/N's cheeks as she recounted the story. "Well, this incredibly hot 34-year-old woman came up to me and asked if I was okay. I, uh, totally embarrassed myself by fainting into her arms."

Kate's eyes widened in disbelief. "Wait, what? You fainted into the arms of a hot woman? Damn, Y/N, that's one way to make an impression."

Y/N rolled her eyes, flustered. "Yeah, yeah, laugh it up. She was really nice though. She even offered for me to stay over at her place, but I was too... flustered to accept. I gave her my number instead."

Kate chuckled, leaning back against her pillows. "Sounds like you've had quite the night. Maybe you'll actually get some rest now."

Y/N sighed, dropping dramatically onto her bed. Just as she was about to say something, her phone dinged with a message. She practically leaped off her bed to grab it, excitement bubbling within her.

Kate observed the scene with amusement. "Wow, you're like a kid on Christmas morning."

Y/N's face lit up as she read the message from the unknown number. "Hope you're getting rest, darling."

In her excitement, Y/N threw her phone at Kate, who caught it with a bemused expression. "Okay, what's got you this excited?" Kate asked.

Y/N bounced up and down, a wide grin on her face. "It's her! It's a message from Wanda! She actually texted me!"

Kate glanced at the message, then back at Y/N, and without hesitation, she playfully slapped Y/N's shoulder. "Damn, Y/N, you're gonna score an older woman. I'm so jealous!"

Y/N's blush deepened as she reclaimed her phone, practically beaming. "I can't believe this is happening."

Kate smirked. "Well, Miss Y/N Y/L/N, looks like you're in for an interesting ride. Now, lay down and sleep before I have to call Wanda to bend you over her knee for not resting."

Y/N laughed, finally settling onto her bed. As she closed her eyes, thoughts of Wanda and their unexpected connection filled her mind, and she couldn't help but feel a mix of excitement, nervousness, and anticipation for what lay ahead.

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As the week progressed, Y/N Y/L/N found herself engaged in lively text conversations with Wanda Maximoff. Their exchanges became a bright spot in her demanding schedule, a source of comfort and excitement amidst her overwhelming commitments. Yet, despite Wanda's gentle reminders to take care of herself and rest, Y/N struggled to break free from her relentless routine.

Friday evening descended, and Y/N stumbled out of the cafe, weariness etched into her features. In her sleep-deprived state, she collided with someone just outside the door. Her murmured apology was met with a chuckle, and as Y/N looked up, her gaze locked onto Wanda's concerned expression.

"Honey, you told me you were resting more," Wanda remarked softly, concern etched in her voice. "You look like a zombie."

Y/N's cheeks flushed, her exhaustion becoming more evident. Attempting to inject some humor, she teased, "Am I a hot zombie, at least?"

A playful grin tugged at the corners of Wanda's lips. "The hottest zombie, I'd say. But this particular zombie is now coming with me to my apartment. It seems I can't trust you to rest properly on your own."

Y/N opened her mouth to object, but Wanda's hand was already wrapping around hers, leading her to Wanda's car. The sensation of Wanda's warm touch sent shivers down Y/N's spine, igniting a series of emotions she couldn't quite comprehend. The ride to Wanda's apartment was marked by a comfortable silence, a palpable connection existing between them.

Once they arrived, Y/N expressed her hesitations. "I really don't want to impose."

Wanda dismissed her concerns with a casual wave. "Darling, you're an intelligent woman. If someone invites you to their house, are you really intruding?"

Blushing deeply, Y/N murmured, "Okay, Maximoff. I'm guessing you want me here."

Wanda's grin was infectious. "Smart guess. Now, have you eaten, darling?"

Avoiding Wanda's gaze, Y/N admitted softly, "I haven't had the time."

Wanda's expression turned incredulous. "It's 11 PM. You should have at least eaten something."

Sighing, Y/N nodded. "Okay."

"Go on, make yourself comfortable on the couch," Wanda directed. "I'll whip up something delicious for you."

Following Wanda's guidance, Y/N settled onto the couch, pulling out her phone to send a quick text to Kate, updating her on the change of plans. Kate's response made her chuckle, and after stowing her phone away, she took a moment to appreciate the elegance of Wanda's apartment.

Heading into the kitchen, Y/N found Wanda with her hair in a bun, orchestrating a culinary masterpiece. The tantalizing aroma of the cooking filled the space, making Y/N's stomach rumble. However, her attention shifted from the food to Wanda, who was humming a catchy tune and swaying her hips to the rhythm. The sight was mesmerizing, and Y/N was caught off-guard when Wanda's voice interrupted her thoughts, "Enjoying the view, darling?"

Flustered, Y/N stammered, "I just... uh, wanted to check if you needed any assistance."

Wanda turned to face Y/N with a knowing smirk. "Darling, just sit there and look pretty. That's all the assistance I require from you."

Y/N felt her cheeks heat up as she obeyed, taking a seat in the kitchen. Wanda's smile was warm and inviting as she continued to prepare the meal. Y/N found herself captivated by Wanda's presence, a growing connection forming between them that seemed to transcend words.

As Wanda hummed a tune, Y/N recognized the song and pulled it up on her phone. Wanda's grin grew wider. "Ah, so you appreciate good music too?"

Embarrassed but sincere, Y/N replied, "Well, it's a classic..."

With the song playing softly in the background, their interaction continued to flow seamlessly, building a sense of familiarity and intimacy. Y/N couldn't help but feel drawn to Wanda's energy, and with every passing moment, she found herself sinking deeper into the unexpected connection that had bloomed between them.

After a satisfying meal, a pleasant drowsiness began to envelop Y/N Y/L/N. Wanda Maximoff noticed the telltale signs and smiled gently. "Well, it looks like it's time to head to bed, darling."

Y/N nodded, stifling a yawn. "Yeah, I guess it is."

Standing up, Wanda gestured for Y/N to follow her. Y/N complied, trailing behind Wanda as they entered a room that appeared to be Wanda's. Y/N's heart raced at the prospect of spending the night in the same room as Wanda.

Wanda pulled out some comfortable clothes from her closet and handed them to Y/N. "I wasn't going to let you sleep in jeans," she said with a chuckle. "There's a brand new toothbrush in the cabinet in the bathroom for you."

As Wanda retrieved a blanket and pillow, Y/N hesitated, glancing around the room. "Wait, where are you going? This is your bed."

Wanda smiled warmly, her eyes holding a reassuring glint. "I'm going to take the couch so that you can rest in a comfortable bed."

Y/N's expression turned into one of concern. "No, no, I can't let you sleep on the couch because of me. I'll take the couch or something."

Wanda shook her head, her tone firm but caring. "Darling, you need quality rest. The couch won't give you that."

Y/N sighed, feeling torn. "Well, you need quality rest too. Just stay in the bed. I don't mind sleeping with you."

Wanda's eyebrows raised, a blush tinting her cheeks. Y/N's words seemed to hang in the air, charged with unintended implications. Y/N quickly stumbled over her words, flustered. "I mean, I didn't mean it like that. I just don't want you to be tired tomorrow. I mean, look, I don't want you to think that I wouldn't... Oh god, just sleep in the bed and don't comment on it, please."

Wanda chuckled, her fingers lightly pinching Y/N's cheek. "I make you quite nervous, don't I? But that's okay. You're adorable when you're nervous."

Y/N blushed even deeper, feeling a mixture of embarrassment and fondness for Wanda's teasing. She quickly excused herself, retreating to the bathroom. Changing into the shorts and t-shirt Wanda had given her, Y/N couldn't help but smile when she realized the clothes carried Wanda's scent.

After brushing her teeth and washing her face, Y/N took a deep breath and looked at her reflection in the mirror. This was it—a chance to sleep in the same bed as the woman she had developed a crush on, a bit too intensely.

As Y/N emerged from the bathroom after changing, her eyes widened at the sight of Wanda Maximoff, now clad in shorts and a tank top. The subtle curve of Wanda's figure caught her attention, and she quickly averted her gaze, feeling her cheeks heat up.

Wanda's chuckle rippled through the air. "You're easy to impress, darling."

Y/N shushed her, her embarrassment evident. Walking over to the bed, she slipped under the covers, her heart racing. Just a moment later, Wanda returned from the bathroom, her presence making Y/N's heart skip a beat. Climbing into the bed as well, Wanda settled beside her.

Y/N fumbled for her phone, trying to steady her nerves. She turned on an alarm, prompting Wanda to raise an eyebrow. "Why set an alarm? You don't have any classes tomorrow."

Y/N hesitated for a moment before answering, "I have to catch the bus to my hometown for the weekend. You know, my mom and niece—I have to help out."

Wanda gently took Y/N's phone from her hands and turned off the alarm. Handing it back, she declared, "We're sleeping in tomorrow. I'm driving you to your parents' place."

Y/N shook her head, protest forming on her lips. "No, no, I can't have you do that."

Rolling her eyes playfully, Wanda insisted, "Honey, consider it done."

Y/N let out a resigned sigh, still feeling overwhelmed by Wanda's kindness. "I don't understand why you're being so nice to me."

There was a brief pause, a sense of vulnerability hanging in the air. Wanda's usual confidence seemed to waver for the first time that night. But then, she brushed off the moment, a smile gracing her lips. "Rest now, darling. We'll talk tomorrow, okay?"

Y/N nodded, her heart fluttering as Wanda leaned in and placed a gentle kiss on her cheek. "Good night, Y/N."

Flustered, Y/N managed to reply, "Good night, Wanda," as she watched Wanda's retreating figure. Alone in the dimly lit room, Y/N couldn't help but replay the events of the evening, the weight of Wanda's presence, and the gentle kiss on her cheek, making it difficult for her to fall asleep.

...

As the morning sun began to filter through the curtains, Y/N's phone rang, stirring her from her slumber. With a groan, she moved to reach for it, only to realize that she was met with resistance. Blinking in confusion, she realized that her arms were wrapped around someone, and she was on top of them. Her eyes widened as she took in the sight of Wanda Maximoff, peacefully sleeping beneath her, arms wrapped securely around Y/N.

For a moment, Y/N couldn't help but admire the tranquility of Wanda's sleeping form. The soft rise and fall of her chest, the delicate curve of her lips, and the way her hair cascaded across the pillow—it was a sight to behold.

As Y/N's phone continued to ring, she decided to answer it before it woke Wanda. Her mother's voice greeted her from the other side, a mix of concern and scolding evident. "Y/N, why weren't you answering? Did you get on the bus safely?"

Y/N winced, feeling slightly guilty. "I'm sorry, Mom. I'm fine, really. I just...slept in."

Wanda stirred slightly at the sound of Y/N's voice, letting out a soft groan. Y/N's mother continued, oblivious to Wanda's presence. "Did you wake Kate up?"

Y/N quickly shook her head, forgetting that her mom couldn't see her. "No, it's not Kate. Uh, a friend will be driving me to your house, so I just slept in a bit."

Y/N's mother sounded puzzled. "Well, if it's not Kate, then who is it?"

Blushing, Y/N stammered, "Uh, it's someone... Anyway, see ya, love you, bye, Mom."

As she hung up the phone, she became aware of Wanda's amused gaze upon her. Wanda's voice, tinged with a playful tone, broke the silence. "A friend, huh?"

Y/N playfully slapped Wanda's shoulder. "My mom won't let me live this down now."

Wanda laughed, rubbing Y/N's back gently. "Well, at least you're awake now. By the way, who's Kate?"

Raising her eyebrows, Y/N teased, "Jealous?"

Wanda rolled her eyes. "Just tell me."

Y/N chuckled, explaining, "Kate is my roommate."

Satisfied with the response, Wanda gestured towards the bathroom. "Alright, time to get up. I'm making breakfast."

Y/N nodded, finally mustering the will to extricate herself from Wanda's embrace. The warmth of Wanda's presence lingered, leaving Y/N with a mixture of emotions that she wasn't quite sure how to process. As she headed to the bathroom, she couldn't help but feel grateful for the unexpected turn of events that had brought her into Wanda's orbit.

As they sat down to enjoy breakfast, the morning sunlight painted the room with a warm glow. Y/N took a deep breath, mustering the courage to ask the question that had been lingering in her mind. "Wanda, can you tell me why you've been so nice to me?"

Wanda's expression shifted, a mixture of nervousness and vulnerability crossing her features. She cleared her throat, her gaze fixed on her plate. "Look, I don't want you to find this weird, and I really don't want it to ruin anything between us, even if you don't feel the same way."

Y/N's heart skipped a beat, her curiosity piqued. "Wanda, you can tell me. I promise I won't judge."

Wanda took a deep breath, her voice wavering slightly. "From the moment I laid my eyes on you, even though you were fainting, I couldn't help but feel drawn to you and your beauty. The more we talked, the more I got to know you, the more I realized I liked you."

Y/N's eyes widened, the realization hitting her like a wave. She listened intently as Wanda continued, her voice soft but filled with sincerity. "I'm nice to you because, honestly, I like you in way more than just a friend way. I would like to take care of you because you obviously need someone to. I know this might be too forward, and I don't want you to feel uncomfortable, but I have a crush on you, you could say."

Y/N was at a loss for words, her mind racing to process what she had just heard. She cleared her throat, her voice shaky as she repeated, "Take care of me?"

Wanda nodded, a determined look in her eyes. "Yes. I would offer you to stay at my place so you don't have to go to work, and you can rest more and just focus on your studies and your family. I really don't want anything in return. I just... I have more than enough money to take you under my wing and help you out."

Y/N's mind was a whirlwind of emotions as she tried to absorb everything. She chuckled nervously, looking up at Wanda. "Wait, you really think I don't like you back?"

Wanda's brows furrowed in confusion. "What do you mean?"

Y/N's chuckle turned into a genuine smile. "Wanda, I get flustered when you so much as breathe my way. I like you a bit too much if I'm honest."

Wanda's face broke into a wide grin, her eyes lighting up. "You do?"

Y/N nodded, her cheeks flushed but her gaze unwavering. "But I didn't want to push anything because I didn't know if you wanted anything with me. I mean, I'm younger..."

Wanda's grin remained, and she leaned in closer. "You know what they say, darling. Age is just a number."

As their eyes locked, the weight of their unspoken feelings hung in the air. The breakfast table was forgotten, the world around them fading as they shared a moment filled with possibility and newfound understanding.

...

Wanda followed through on her promise. She drove Y/N to her family's house, the journey filled with casual conversation and stolen glances that held a world of unspoken emotions. As they reached their destination, Wanda pulled the car to a stop. Turning to Y/N, she leaned in and placed a gentle kiss on her cheek. "Have a good time, Y/N. Take care."

Y/N blushed, her heart fluttering at the touch of Wanda's lips against her skin. "Thank you, Wanda," she replied, her voice soft.

Wanda offered a warm smile before retracting and exiting the car. She waved at Y/N and watched as Y/N walked towards her family's home. Once Y/N was safely inside, Wanda turned back to her car and drove away, her thoughts consumed by the woman she had come to care for.

Inside her family's home, Y/N's grin was practically infectious as she greeted her niece with open arms. The little girl's small arms wrapped around Y/N's knees, and Y/N scooped her up, showering her with kisses and affection. After greeting her niece, she moved on to her mother, kissing her cheek and exchanging warm greetings. Her brother and his wife received the same treatment, and soon the entire family was caught up in laughter and conversation.

As they settled in, Y/N's mother couldn't help but notice the newfound glow in her daughter's demeanor. With a curious smile, she leaned in and whispered, "Who was that woman you were with this morning? And who was in that expensive car that drove you here?"

Y/N blushed, glancing down at her plate momentarily before looking up. "Well, Mom, I met a woman named Wanda. She's pretty amazing. She's a bit older, but she's really good to me and helps me out a lot."

Her brother couldn't resist chiming in with a teasing grin. "And what does she ask for in return?"

Y/N shook her head, a soft smile on her lips. "Nothing, actually. She's taking things as I want to."

Her brother exchanged a knowing glance with his wife before both of them requested to see a picture of this "amazing" woman. Y/N obliged, showing them a photo of Wanda on her phone. Their jaws dropped slightly, and her brother whistled, exclaiming, "Damn, sis."

Y/N laughed, feeling a mixture of embarrassment and pride. The weekend was spent helping out around the house, catching up with family, and exchanging stories of their lives.

Finally, Sunday night arrived, and Y/N's phone buzzed with a message from Wanda, indicating her arrival. Y/N said her goodbyes to her family, embracing each of them in turn. With a smile on her lips and thoughts of Wanda swirling in her mind, Y/N left her family's house and headed toward the waiting car.

As Y/N stepped into the car, the air was charged with a mix of excitement and nervousness. She couldn't hold back the surge of emotions that had built up over the weekend. Before she could overthink it, she reached out and gently cupped Wanda's cheeks, drawing her in for a tender kiss on the lips.

Wanda's surprise was evident, but she quickly responded to the kiss, her lips meeting Y/N's with a mixture of passion and softness. The moment was fleeting yet filled with an undeniable connection that spoke volumes beyond words.

As they pulled away, Wanda's eyes held a mixture of surprise and curiosity. "What was that for?"

Y/N's cheeks were tinted pink, but her smile was genuine. "Just missed you."

Wanda chuckled, her own blush evident. "If that's how you're always gonna greet me, I will be more than happy to drive you to your family every weekend."

Y/N laughed, her heart fluttering at Wanda's response. "Well, I guess you'll just have to find out."

The car started moving, carrying them down the road, away from Y/N's family home and toward the uncertain yet exciting path that lay ahead. With each passing moment, their bond grew stronger, and the connection they shared became more profound. As they journeyed together, they were both aware that their lives had taken an unexpected turn, but it was a turn that they were more than willing to explore.

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On a typical afternoon, Y/N found herself in Wanda's apartment, engrossed in her studies after a long day of classes. Wanda was still at work, and Y/N appreciated the quiet atmosphere that allowed her to focus. However, her concentration was interrupted by a knock on the door.

Assuming it was Wanda returning earlier than expected, Y/N got up and walked over to the door. But when she opened it, she was met with the sight of an unfamiliar woman with striking ginger hair. Their eyes met, both puzzled by the unexpected encounter.

The woman spoke first, her voice carrying a hint of uncertainty. "Um, do I have the wrong apartment?"

Y/N leaned against the door frame, her brow furrowing. "Well, who are you looking for?"

The woman hesitated for a moment before responding, "I'm looking for Wanda Maximoff."

Y/N's expression cleared as she realized the situation. "No, you have the right apartment. Wanda isn't home yet."

The woman offered a faint smile. "May I come in then?"

Y/N stepped aside, welcoming her guest. Once inside, the woman introduced herself as Natasha Romanoff, a close friend of Wanda's. Y/N's curiosity piqued, and she looked at Natasha with interest.

Natasha's gaze was quizzical as she observed Y/N. "And who might you be?"

Y/N extended her hand with a friendly smile. "I'm Y/N, Wanda's girlfriend."

Natasha's eyebrows raised, a playful smirk forming on her lips. "Oh, Wanda keeps you a secret, huh?"

Y/N chuckled, feeling a mixture of flattery and awkwardness. "It's all very sudden."

Natasha leaned against a nearby surface, her posture relaxed. She shot Y/N a teasing glance. "Well, Y/N, it's nice to finally meet the elusive girlfriend."

Y/N blushed, not entirely sure how to respond to Natasha's playful demeanor. "Nice to meet you too, Natasha."

The teasing took an unexpected turn as Natasha leaned in slightly, a flirtatious glint in her eye. "You know, Y/N, if Wanda's keeping secrets, maybe you deserve a little fun too."

Y/N chuckled nervously, her cheeks pink. "Natasha, I don't think that's a smart idea. I'm with Wanda."

Before Natasha could continue the flirtatious banter, the door swung open, and Wanda walked in, her voice cutting through the moment. "Give her a break, Nat."

Wanda's presence instantly changed the atmosphere, and Natasha straightened up, her demeanor shifting to a more composed one. Y/N let out a relieved breath as Wanda entered the room, her eyes meeting Y/N's with warmth and familiarity.

"Well, Wands, I just had to check if she was loyal to you," Natasha quipped, her tone light. "I gotta make sure my friend is happy, you know."

Y/N's cheeks heated up, and she playfully hid her face against Wanda's neck, letting out a nervous laugh. Wanda chuckled and wrapped an arm around Y/N's waist, looking at Natasha with an amused expression. "You have a funny way of looking out for me, Nat."

Natasha grinned mischievously, raising an eyebrow. "Hey, I take my job as a friend seriously."

The tension eased as they all burst into laughter, the awkwardness of the situation dissipating into shared amusement. Wanda's gaze landed on Y/N again, a playful glint in her eyes. "So, Y/N, did you pass the loyalty test?"

Y/N peeked out from her hiding spot, still blushing but more at ease. "I think so?"

Natasha gave a mock-exasperated sigh. "Yes, she did. I mean, who could resist me?"

Wanda chuckled, giving Y/N's waist a gentle squeeze. "Well, I managed to."

The camaraderie between the three of them was palpable as they exchanged playful banter. Natasha's curiosity shifted toward a more serious topic as she asked, "So, how come Y/N is already living here?"

Wanda looked at Y/N with a fond smile before turning back to Natasha. "Y/N is working really hard, juggling studies, a part-time job, and taking care of her family. I wanted to help her out, make things a bit easier."

Natasha's smile softened, her eyes conveying a mix of respect and admiration. "You've always had a heart of gold, Wands."

Y/N chimed in, her voice filled with gratitude. "It's true. Wanda's been amazing, Natasha. She's been there for me when I needed someone the most."

Natasha nodded appreciatively. "Well, you're lucky to have her. I've been trying to score this one for a while, but I'm guessing now she was just waiting for a young, hot one."

Y/N burst into laughter, the tension fully lifted now. "Maybe she was."

The atmosphere was easy and light, a testament to the bond between the three of them. As the conversation continued, Y/N realized that Wanda's friendships were as unique and genuine as the woman herself, and she couldn't help but feel grateful for having been welcomed into this circle of care and camaraderie.

...

The weeks that followed were a whirlwind of studying, hard work, and determination. Y/N was relentless in her pursuit of success, and her dedication paid off as she passed all her finals with amazing grades. With her accomplishments in hand, she decided to celebrate with her roommate Kate and Kate's girlfriend Yelena. Y/N extended an invitation to Wanda and Natasha as well, eager to share her joy with those who had become so important to her.

As they arrived at the club for their celebratory night out, Y/N's excitement was palpable. The atmosphere was charged with music and energy, setting the stage for a memorable evening. Natasha's presence, however, sparked a surprised reaction.

Natasha raised an eyebrow, looking at Yelena with a mixture of amusement and confusion. "What are you doing here?"

The others exchanged curious glances, wondering about the unexpected connection. Yelena rolled her eyes playfully. "She's my sister."

Laughter erupted, the coincidental meeting of sisters in such a vast city adding a layer of camaraderie to the group. As they settled into the night, the drinks flowed, and inhibitions slowly faded away. Y/N found herself dancing energetically, her body moving to the rhythm of the music.

In the midst of the pulsating lights and music, Y/N felt Wanda's presence beside her. Their bodies moved in sync, and Y/N couldn't resist leaning in closer, feeling the magnetic pull that had drawn them together. As the night progressed, the alcohol added a layer of courage, and Y/N found herself becoming bolder.

Kate, with her playful nature, teased Y/N about Wanda, causing a blush to spread across Y/N's cheeks. Just as Y/N was about to stammer a response, Wanda's hand cupped her cheek, and their lips met in a soft yet passionate kiss.

Y/N's heart raced, the world around them fading as Wanda's touch enveloped her. As they broke apart, Wanda's eyes held an affectionate gaze, and her words were whispered with tenderness. "You're adorable."

The music and laughter continued to fill the air, the night a tapestry of joy and connection. Y/N had found herself surrounded by people who cared for her deeply, who had become a part of her journey and her heart. As they danced and laughed together, Y/N realized that life had taken her on an unexpected yet beautiful path, one filled with love, friendship, and unforgettable moments.

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In the days that followed Y/N's graduation, a sense of accomplishment and relief washed over her. She had worked tirelessly to excel in her studies, and now that she had successfully passed all her finals with remarkable grades, a new chapter of life awaited. As she basked in the glow of her achievement, she couldn't help but appreciate the support and love she had received from her friends and loved ones.

Among those who had been a constant presence was Wanda Maximoff. Ever since their chance encounter and the subsequent connection they had formed, Wanda had become an integral part of Y/N's life. They had shared moments of vulnerability, laughter, and genuine companionship. Y/N was grateful for Wanda's unwavering encouragement and support throughout her academic journey.

Yet, as graduation day approached, Y/N noticed a curious change in Wanda's behavior. She seemed to take a keen interest in cars, a topic that Y/N hadn't seen Wanda express much enthusiasm about before. Wanda would often ask Y/N about her preferences, the type of cars she liked, and even her dream car.

One evening, as they were sitting in a cozy corner of their favorite café, Y/N couldn't help but voice her curiosity. "Wanda, you seem really interested in cars lately. Is there a reason for that?"

Wanda looked at Y/N, a playful glint in her eyes. "You can tell a lot about a person by which car is their dream car."

Y/N chuckled, intrigued by the enigmatic response but not thinking too deeply about it. They shifted the conversation to other topics, enjoying the comfort of each other's company. Graduation day came and went, filled with the joy of accomplishment and the anticipation of new beginnings.

On a warm evening, after a celebratory dinner with her family, Y/N returned home with a contented smile. The apartment was dimly lit, and the air was charged with an air of mystery. Wanda's eyes twinkled as she approached Y/N, a blindfold in her hand.

"Close your eyes," Wanda instructed, her voice gentle.

Y/N complied, feeling a mixture of excitement and curiosity. The blindfold was carefully placed over her eyes, and Wanda's fingers brushed against her skin as she tied it securely. Y/N's heart raced as she wondered what surprise awaited her.

Wanda took Y/N's hand and led her carefully, their steps measured and deliberate. Y/N's mind raced with possibilities, trying to guess where they were headed. The sound of footsteps echoed through the hallways, and Y/N felt a rush of anticipation.

Finally, Wanda's voice broke through the silence. "Okay, open your eyes."

Y/N removed the blindfold, and her eyes widened in astonishment. Before her stood a sleek and elegant Tesla, bathed in the soft glow of the evening lights. Y/N's breath caught in her throat, her heart skipping a beat. She turned to Wanda, her expression a mix of surprise and confusion.

"Wanda, what is this?"

Wanda's smile was warm and genuine as she took out a set of keys and placed them in Y/N's hand. "This is a graduation gift from me."

Tears welled up in Y/N's eyes, her emotions overwhelming her. "Wanda, I can't accept this. It's too much."

Wanda's expression was gentle yet resolute. "You deserve it, Y/N. To me, it's nothing, and seeing you happy makes me happy."

Y/N tried to find the right words, to express her gratitude and disbelief, but they eluded her. Instead, she reached out and pulled Wanda into a tight embrace, her heart overflowing with emotions. They stood there for a moment, wrapped in each other's arms, celebrating an achievement that felt even more special because it was shared.

As they pulled apart, Y/N's gaze fell on a neatly wrapped box placed on the driver's seat. She looked at Wanda, her curiosity piqued. Wanda's playful expression and a subtle raise of her eyebrows indicated that there was more to come.

With trembling fingers, Y/N carefully unwrapped the box, revealing a stethoscope of exquisite craftsmanship. The instrument was beautifully designed, with Y/N's name elegantly engraved on it. Y/N's eyes widened in astonishment, her hand touching the stethoscope as if it were a precious artifact.

She looked at Wanda, her voice filled with awe. "This is amazing, thank you so much."

Wanda's fingers brushed against Y/N's cheek, her gaze soft and affectionate. "You're welcome, darling. You've worked so hard, and I wanted to mark this moment for you."

Y/N's heart swelled with gratitude, her emotions swirling within her. She cupped Wanda's cheeks, a mixture of tenderness and adoration in her eyes. Without another word, she leaned in and pressed her lips against Wanda's, a kiss filled with a depth of emotion words could never convey.

As the kiss deepened, the world around them faded away, leaving only the two of them and the shared bond that had grown between them. It was a kiss that spoke of gratitude, love, and the promise of a future filled with shared moments and cherished memories.

When they finally broke apart, Y/N's gaze fell upon the Tesla once more. With newfound determination, she unlocked the car and opened the passenger door for Wanda. Wanda smiled appreciatively, leaning in to place a soft kiss on Y/N's cheek.

"Thank you," Y/N whispered, her voice filled with sincerity.

Wanda winked playfully. "Now, are you going to drive me around, or what?"

Y/N grinned, the excitement bubbling within her. She entered the driver's seat, the car's interior a blend of sleek design and cutting-edge technology. Wanda settled into the passenger seat, her smile warm and her eyes filled with affection.

As they drove off into the night, the city's lights illuminating their path, Y/N couldn't help but gush about the car's features. Wanda listened with a fond smile, her heart full as she watched Y/N's animated expressions and heard the excitement in her voice.

The wind tousled their hair, carrying with it a sense of freedom and possibility. Y/N glanced at Wanda, her heart swelling with gratitude for the woman who had not only gifted her a remarkable car but had also filled her life with love, support, and moments that would forever be etched in her heart.

...

Years had flowed by since that pivotal graduation day, where Y/N's life had taken an unforeseen turn. Her world had been forever altered by the chance encounter with Wanda Maximoff, and their love had grown in strength and depth.

In the intervening years, Y/N's veterinary career had soared to greater heights. Her clinic had become a beacon of excellence in animal care, drawing clients from near and far. The walls of her office were adorned with framed degrees and accolades, a testament to her dedication and skill.

But it wasn't just professional success that had filled Y/N's life. It was the unwavering support and boundless love of Wanda that had truly enriched her existence. Wanda had been her anchor, her confidante, and her biggest cheerleader. Their love had evolved into an unbreakable bond, a love story that had touched the hearts of all who knew them.

Wanda's own journey had continued to impress. Her law firm had flourished under her expert guidance, and she had become a formidable presence in the legal world. Yet, her true fulfillment came from the positive impact she had on her community. Wanda was known for her philanthropic endeavors, her commitment to justice, and her kindness to those in need.

Their shared life was a vibrant tapestry woven with love and laughter. Their home, once just a place to reside, had transformed into a sanctuary of warmth and comfort. It was a place where the aroma of Wanda's delicious cooking filled the air, where playful banter echoed through the halls, and where their love story was etched into every corner.

One thing that had remained unchanged was Wanda's knack for surprising Y/N. Special occasions were marked with grand gestures, such as romantic getaways to exotic destinations or extravagant celebrations with friends and family. But it was the everyday surprises that often meant the most—a heartfelt note left on a pillow or a spontaneous dance in the living room to their favorite song.

Their love story was a living testament to the power of connection, resilience, and unwavering support. Through trials and triumphs, they had weathered life's challenges hand in hand, growing closer with each obstacle they overcame. Their love had deepened, matured, and become a source of strength for them both.

As they continued to walk the winding path of life, Y/N and Wanda knew that whatever the future held, they would face it together. Their love was a testament to the enduring power of two souls united by destiny, a love story that would continue to inspire and enchant for years to come.

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Wanda Maximoff x Reader

Abstract:In a tale of heartache and healing, Y/N, an Avenger, finds solace in her deepening connection with Wanda, her empathetic friend. As their bond grows stronger, they navigate the trauma of Y/N's toxic relationship with Hannah, ultimately finding the courage to confront the past. Their journey from pain to love unfolds amidst the backdrop of the Avengers' world, offering hope and the promise of a brighter future.

TW:Abusive relationship, manipulation, substance abuse, non-consensual actions, emotional distress.

Y/N Y/L/N, an Avenger living in the bustling compound with her superhero peers, had been in a turbulent relationship with Hannah for three grueling years. In the beginning, their love had been a beacon of hope, but over time, it had morphed into a chaotic, unrecognizable mess.

One evening, as the sun dipped below the horizon, casting long shadows across the compound, Y/N mustered the courage to confront Hannah about her infidelity. They sat on the balcony, the faint hum of the city below serving as an eerie backdrop to their strained conversation.

Y/N sighed, "Hannah, we need to talk. I can't keep pretending that everything's okay when it's not."

Hannah glanced away, her eyes avoiding Y/N's gaze. "What do you mean? Everything's fine."

Y/N's voice trembled with frustration, "No, it's not fine, Hannah. You've been cheating on me, openly, for months. Every time I bring it up, you turn it into a fight, making me feel like I'm the one in the wrong."

Hannah's face twisted into a scowl, "I'm not your property, Y/N. I can have other people around. You're too possessive."

Tears welled up in Y/N's eyes as she responded, "It's not about possession, it's about trust and respect. I thought we had that."

Their argument escalated, with hurtful words exchanged. It wasn't the first time such a conversation had devolved into a shouting match, and it wouldn't be the last.

The next issue was Hannah's self-destructive behavior. She had developed a habit of excessive drinking and substance abuse. Y/N knew it was a coping mechanism, but it tore at the fabric of their relationship.

One night, after a particularly wild party, Hannah stumbled into the compound, reeking of alcohol and barely able to stand. Y/N rushed to her side, struggling to keep her voice steady, "Hannah, you can't keep doing this to yourself. It's killing you, and it's tearing us apart."

Hannah slurred her words, "I promise, Y/N, I won't do it again. I'll change."

But the promise felt hollow, as it had so many times before. Y/N knew she'd be the one cleaning up the mess, both literally and figuratively, as she laid down on the cold floor with headphones, while Hannah snored obliviously in Y/N's bed.

The cycle continued, love and despair intertwined, as Y/N clung to the faint hope that someday things would change, that the person she loved would find her way back from the abyss.

...

As Y/N's relationship with Hannah continued to deteriorate, a new Avenger named Wanda Maximoff entered the compound, immediately catching Y/N's attention. Wanda was undeniably attractive and alluring, but Y/N was committed to Hannah, even if Hannah's commitment was shaky at best. Y/N decided to forge a friendship with Wanda, as she genuinely enjoyed her company.

Over the course of a month, Y/N and Wanda became inseparable. Wanda hadn't been a favorite among all the Avengers in the compound, but she found solace in Y/N's friendship, as well as with Natasha and Clint. Her troubled past had given her a unique bond with Y/N, and she cherished having her in her life, despite others' opinions.

However, there was one aspect of Y/N that weighed heavily on Wanda's mind – her thoughts. Y/N's mental turmoil regarding Hannah was like a constant storm in Wanda's mind. As a mind reader, she couldn't help but pick up on Y/N's inner struggles. Whenever Y/N's thoughts spiraled into despair about Hannah, Wanda's heart ached in sympathy.

As days turned into weeks, Wanda became increasingly aware of just how toxic Y/N's relationship had become. She witnessed the physical toll it took on Y/N, who spent countless nights caring for Hannah, leaving her exhausted and with heavy bags under her eyes, concealed by layers of makeup.

Wanda couldn't ignore it any longer. She sought Natasha's counsel, hoping to find a way to help Y/N. Natasha sighed deeply, remembering her own failed attempt to intervene in the past. "I tried to step in about a year ago," Natasha admitted, "but Y/N got defensive and didn't speak to me for a month. Hannah has hated me ever since. So, I stopped trying."

Wanda felt conflicted. She wanted to help Y/N escape this toxic relationship, but she feared pushing Y/N away like Natasha had experienced. She understood that Y/N needed to make her own choices, even if they were painful ones. But she couldn't help but worry about her friend's well-being and how much longer Y/N could endure this torment.

...

In the dead of night, Y/N was jolted awake by the sound of her bedroom door being pushed open violently. Startled, she sat up in bed, heart racing, and fumbled to switch on the lights. The sudden intrusion was none other than Hannah, stumbling into the room, reeking of alcohol and swaying unsteadily.

Before Y/N could react, Hannah locked the bedroom door and plopped down on the bed, sitting in front of her. Y/N rubbed her eyes, trying to comprehend the situation, and let out a weary sigh as she saw the extent of Hannah's drunkenness.

Hannah began to speak, her words slurring, "I'm... I'm so sorry, Y/N. I ruin everything, don't I? I'm just... I'm just a screw-up."

Y/N's exhaustion was palpable as she replied, "It's okay, babe. Let's just get you to sleep, alright? I'll help you brush your teeth."

Hannah shook her head vigorously, her words filled with a desperate urgency, "No, you don't understand. I'm apologizing right now, and you... you just want me to sleep."

Y/N sighed, realizing that this wasn't going to be a peaceful night. She tried to explain, "Hannah, I have a mission tomorrow. I need rest. If you're in the mood to fight tonight, I'll have to go to Wanda's room for the night."

At the mention of Wanda's name, Hannah's gaze darkened, and she chuckled bitterly, "Oh, so that's how it is, huh?"

Y/N felt her nerves prickle as she hurriedly clarified, "Babe, I was just suggesting, I didn't mean—"

But before she could finish her sentence, Hannah pounced on Y/N, pinning her down to the bed, and all words were lost in the intensity of the moment. Hannah's hand was on Y/N's neck in the speed of light, ripping the air out of Y/N's lungs.

Hannah's grip was relentless on Y/N's neck,nails digging into skin leaving angry red marks. She kissed Y/N who reluctantly kissed back and when Y/N struggled too hard to breathe Hannah let go, making Y/N gasp for air.

Hannah went to pull off Y/Ns shorts and Y/N held Hannah's hand saying, "Hannah no, I don't want to tonight.".But Hannah's grip on Y/Ns hips was harsh and she yanked the shorts off.

"You were going to go to Wanda's room to whore yourself out, so I will treat you like the whore you are now." Y/N's heart dropped as Hannah spat those words at her.

"No Hannah please stop."...

...

The following day, Y/N found herself on a mission, but the exhaustion from the previous night's turmoil weighed heavily on her. She couldn't focus on the task at hand, her mind clouded with worry about Hannah and the strange turn their relationship had taken.

As the mission unfolded, Y/N's distraction became apparent. She moved mechanically, not fully engaged in the fight. It was only a matter of time before an enemy took advantage of her distracted state, raising a weapon to take a shot at her.

In that critical moment, Wanda's panic surged. She reacted instinctively, using her telekinetic powers to yank Y/N out of harm's way. Wide-eyed and filled with concern, Wanda hissed, "What the hell are you doing, Y/N? You almost got killed!"

Y/N, however, seemed oddly nonchalant. She shrugged off Wanda's grip and, with an effortless grace, swiftly eliminated the enemy who had posed a threat to her. It was a stark contrast to her distracted state just moments ago.

Wanda's worry only deepened as she observed Y/N's behavior. Something was clearly wrong. After the mission, Y/N retreated to her room to shower off the day's events. Unbeknownst to her, Wanda had quietly slipped into her room, waiting for her to emerge.

When Y/N finally stepped out of the shower, dressed in only shorts and a tank top, her wet hair slicked back, she was startled to find Wanda sitting on her bed. Y/N's instinctive reaction was to quickly cover the sides of her neck with her hands, but it was too late. Wanda had already seen the telltale scratches and bruising.

Wanda's heart sank as she realized that Y/N couldn't have sustained those injuries during the mission. She had been right behind Y/N the entire time, and there had been no opportunity for her to get hurt without Wanda noticing. There was only one explanation for the marks on Y/N's neck, and it filled Wanda with a deep sense of dread.

Y/N quickly moved her hair to conceal the bruising on her neck, her nerves making her voice tremble as she asked, "Wanda, what are you doing here? Are you okay?"

Wanda gestured for Y/N to sit beside her, and Y/N, nervous and shaken, complied. Y/N sighed and began to apologize for her distraction during the mission, but Wanda shook her head, her eyes filled with concern.

"No, Y/N, it's not about the mission," Wanda said softly, raising her hand to move Y/N's hair away from her neck. However, as her fingers approached, Y/N flinched, and Wanda's heart shattered. She gently pushed the hair aside, revealing the angry red scratches and bruising on Y/N's neck.

Y/N choked on her words, attempting to concoct a lie, but when Wanda touched her hips, she hissed in pain. Wanda's eyes widened as she uncovered matching marks on Y/N's hips. Tears welled up in her eyes as she asked, "Honey, what happened?"

Y/N couldn't hold back her tears any longer. She confessed, "She was drunk, and I mentioned I needed rest. I said she could take my room, and I could go to yours. But then she got mad, and she... she wanted... you know. I didn't want to because I was tired, and she was completely wasted, but she really wanted to, and that's where the bruises came from."

After a deep, shuddering breath, Y/N continued, "After an hour of her being so harsh, trying to get me to do what she wanted, I just... I gave in."

Wanda's tears flowed freely as she pulled Y/N into a tight hug, whispering reassuring words, "It's okay, Y/N. I won't let her do anything to you anymore. You're safe now." Holding Y/N close, she silently vowed to protect her friend from any further harm.

...

The next day, Y/N and Wanda decided to spend their day together, trying to put the recent events behind them. They watched movies, talked, and laughed, enjoying each other's company. Meanwhile, Hannah's calls and messages filled Y/N's phone, but she ignored them, determined to have a peaceful day with Wanda.

As they settled in Y/N's room for another movie, Wanda paused it to use the bathroom. During her absence, the door to Y/N's room swung open, and in stormed an enraged Hannah. Y/N froze in place as Hannah angrily demanded, "Do you not have a fucking phone?"

Y/N stammered, "I do, I just didn't want to talk after what happened."

Hannah scoffed, "What happened? You wanted me to do that. Now you're pretending to be a saint."

Y/N shook her head, tears streaming down her face, as she cried, "No, Hannah, you know I didn't want it. I was tired and you were drunk..."

Just as Hannah was about to approach Y/N aggressively, the bathroom door swung open, and Wanda emerged. Anger immediately overtook Hannah as she saw Wanda there. She sneered at Y/N, accusing her of replacing her with Wanda.

"You just decided to replace me with her now, huh?" Hannah seethed. "And I'm the bad one."

Hannah went to grab Y/N's jaw, but before she could, Wanda reacted with lightning speed. She used her telekinetic powers to pin Hannah to the wall, her eyes shining bright red with anger. She hissed at Hannah, "You're a disgrace of a woman. No one should ever do what you did. Y/N is done with you. If you ever come near her again, I will hurt you in ways you can't even think of. Understood?"

Hannah's eyes widened with fear as she nodded quickly. Wanda pushed her out of the room harshly and followed her until she was sure Hannah was out of the compound. When she returned to the room, Y/N hugged her tightly, whispering, "Thank you."

Wanda held her close and assured her, "No one can hurt you when you're with me." The two friends found solace in each other's presence, hoping for a brighter and safer future.

...

Wanda couldn't help but notice Y/N's stressed expression as she glanced at her phone, clearly agitated about something. As she approached Y/N, she noticed that Y/N quickly put her phone away. Wanda raised an eyebrow and asked, "What are you doing?"

Y/N tried to brush it off, replying, "Oh, just texting Natasha."

Wanda hummed, not entirely convinced by Y/N's answer. She decided to involve Natasha in the conversation. When Natasha walked into the room, Wanda called her over and questioned, "So, Natasha, what were you and Y/N texting about just now?"

Natasha looked confused as she responded, "We weren't texting. We haven't texted since two days ago."

Wanda's suspicions deepened, and she gently took Y/N's hand, pulling her aside to a more private space. She asked, "Y/N, are you texting with Hannah?"

Y/N sighed, the weight of her recent interactions with Hannah bearing down on her. She admitted, "She's pissed, and I mean, it's my fault. Maybe I really did want it, and if I didn't want it, I'm stronger than her. I could have just pushed her away or even hit her or something to stop her."

Wanda sighed, realizing that Hannah was manipulating Y/N once again. She gently inquired, "Y/N, did you say no to Hannah that night?"

Y/N's voice trembled as she replied, "I did. I kept saying it over and over again, trying to push her off. But she was just so rough and pushy about it that after a while, I was hurting so much that I just let her."

Wanda nodded in understanding and said, "You know, 'no' is a full sentence, right?"

Y/N sighed and confessed, "You're right. I just... I feel like I didn't do enough."

Wanda cupped Y/N's cheeks, looking into her eyes earnestly, and said, "You did what you had to do to survive, what you felt was right in that moment because you were scared. The only one at fault there is Hannah, and she doesn't deserve for you to even talk to her."

Tears welled up in Y/N's eyes as she said, "You're right, Wanda. I'm sorry."

Wanda shook her head and reassured Y/N, "Don't apologize. I just care about you way more than you could ever realize. But that's not important right now. All that matters is I won't let anyone hurt you or make you feel bad."

Y/N was a bit puzzled by Wanda's words but decided to trust her. She sighed, realizing that blocking Hannah from her life was the right choice. Meanwhile, Wanda was inwardly panicking, hoping she hadn't inadvertently revealed her true feelings for Y/N, which ran deeper than friendship.

...

During one of the Avengers' lively parties, Y/N found herself indulging a bit too much in alcohol. As the night progressed, she grew increasingly drunk, stumbling through the festivities until she spotted Wanda amidst the crowd.

With unsteady steps, Y/N made her way to Wanda, her drunken confidence fueling her actions. She grabbed Wanda's suit collar and pulled her closer, pressing her lips onto Wanda's in a passionate, albeit inebriated, kiss. To Y/N's surprise, Wanda responded with equal fervor, at least for a brief moment.

Wanda gently pulled back, her concern evident in her eyes. She murmured, "Wait, Y/N. You're drunk. I don't want to do this when you're like that."

Y/N pouted and tried to kiss Wanda again, but Wanda stopped her firmly, realizing the importance of consent and sobriety. Instead, she decided it was best to get Y/N back to her room and ensure she was safe.

With some effort, Wanda managed to guide Y/N to her room, where Y/N promptly fell onto the bed. She tugged Wanda down with her, and Wanda landed on top of her. Y/N seized Wanda's lips once more, prompting a brief kiss before Wanda gently pulled back again, repeating, "Y/N, I said no. If you want to do this, we'll do it when you're sober."

Y/N pouted but eventually relented, mumbling, "Okay, I don't wanna be like Hannah, not gonna force you."

Wanda frowned, caressing Y/N's cheek tenderly. "You're nothing like her, babygirl," she reassured Y/N. "Now, let's get you cleaned up and ready for bed."

Wanda helped Y/N brush her teeth, and the process of getting Y/N out of her dress proved challenging but ultimately successful. Y/N, now clad in just her underwear, crawled into bed and tucked herself in.

Wanda, ever the caring friend, chuckled at Y/N's antics and placed a bucket nearby in case Y/N felt sick. She leaned down, placing a gentle kiss on Y/N's forehead. "Goodnight," she whispered.

As Wanda moved to pull away, Y/N grabbed her by the suit, pulling her close. "Stay in bed tonight with me, please," Y/N pleaded. "I hate sleeping alone."

Wanda smiled warmly and agreed, "Okay, angel." She quickly shed her suit, found some pajamas in Y/N's closet, and settled into the bed beside her intoxicated friend, ready to keep her company throughout the night.

In the morning, Y/N woke up with a pounding headache, regretting the excessive drinking from the previous night. With closed eyes, she turned in the bed, hoping to find some comfort. However, when she felt someone's presence next to her, her eyes snapped open in surprise.

Y/N's bleary gaze fell on Wanda, who was already awake and scrolling through her phone. Y/N let out a groggy stretch, trying to shake off the remnants of her hangover. As she moved, she became acutely aware of her state of undress, clad only in her underwear. Her cheeks flushed crimson, and she muttered an embarrassed "fuck" under her breath.

Wanda, hearing Y/N's mumbled exclamation, glanced over at her with a teasing smirk and said, "Feeling a bit exposed there, Y/N?"

Y/N buried her face in the pillow, her voice muffled as she replied, "Don't remind me. Last night was a blur."

Wanda chuckled softly and continued scrolling through her phone, giving Y/N a moment to gather her thoughts and recover from the effects of the night before.

With a nervous blush still lingering on her cheeks, Y/N gathered the courage to ask, "Um, Wanda, did we... you know?"

Wanda shook her head gently and replied, "No, we didn't. You wanted to, but I didn't want to do anything until you were sober."

Y/N felt a mixture of relief and embarrassment flood over her. She stammered, "I'm sorry. I, uh, remember I kissed you, and that's all."

Wanda smiled warmly and reassured her, "Yes, you did, and I'm happy because of that. Don't get me wrong; I've been wanting to do that for a while. But I didn't want it to solely happen because you were drunk."

Y/N raised her eyebrows in surprise and asked, "You wanted to kiss me?"

Wanda sighed, her gaze softening as she admitted, "I've liked you since I saw you. But I didn't want to overwhelm you with my feelings, especially with everything going on in your life."

Y/N couldn't help but smile at Wanda's confession. She cupped Wanda's cheeks and leaned in, capturing her lips in a sweet and genuine kiss. Wanda kissed her back, their connection growing stronger with each passing moment.

When they pulled back, Y/N asked with a playful glint in her eye, "Is that okay?"

Wanda hummed contentedly and replied, "Only if you let me take you out on a date."

Y/N laughed, her heart feeling lighter than it had in a long time, and agreed, "It's a deal." They sealed their newfound understanding with another passionate kiss, looking forward to what the future held for their budding relationship.

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chokememaximoff · 7 months

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I don't understand you

Natasha Romanoff x Reader

Abstract: In a high-stakes journey within the Avengers, new recruit Y/N Y/L/N navigates brutal training under Natasha Romanoff's watchful eye while hiding a secret crush. A night of passion with Wanda Maximoff ignites Natasha's jealousy, leading to unexpected confessions, and a passionate kiss that changes everything, uniting them in a newfound love.

TW:Injury,angst

In the bustling heart of the Avengers' headquarters, Y/N Y/L/N stood on the precipice of a new chapter in her life. Freshly recruited to the team, she found herself in a position she'd only dreamed of - under the watchful eye of Natasha Romanoff, the legendary Black Widow herself.

Y/N had admired Natasha from afar for years, her heart pounding whenever the formidable assassin graced the screen. Now, she was here, about to embark on an intense training regimen with the very woman who had inspired her to join the ranks of Earth's mightiest heroes.

As Y/N stepped into the training room, the sharp echo of her own footfalls against the cool floor was the only sound in the air. Then, like a shadow emerging from the depths, Natasha appeared. Clad in her sleek black suit, Natasha's presence was both commanding and enigmatic.

"Welcome, Y/N," Natasha's voice was like silk and steel combined. "Let's see what you're made of."

The training that followed was relentless, pushing Y/N's physical and mental limits to the brink. Hours turned into days, and days turned into weeks, all while Natasha's piercing gaze bore into Y/N's every move. The sweat-soaked sessions left Y/N's muscles aching and her thoughts spiraling, but she refused to give up.

During a rare break, Y/N attempted to strike up a conversation with Natasha. "You know, I've admired your work for a long time. It's an honor to train under you."

Natasha's gaze remained focused on the distance. "Admiration doesn't win battles, Y/N. Actions do."

Y/N's excitement deflated like a punctured balloon. She was determined to impress Natasha, to earn her respect, but her attempts at conversation seemed futile.

Weeks turned into months, and Y/N's frustration grew. Despite the intensity of their training, she found herself drawn to Natasha's enigmatic demeanor. There was a fire within Natasha that intrigued Y/N, and her heart couldn't help but flutter whenever Natasha's eyes met hers.

One evening, the Avengers hosted a party to celebrate a successful mission. The headquarters transformed into a vibrant dance floor, the air filled with laughter and music. Y/N, dressed in a stunning outfit, hesitated at the edges of the dance floor, her eyes searching for Natasha.

However, her search was interrupted by a familiar voice. "Care to dance?" Wanda Maximoff, the Scarlet Witch, stood before her, a playful smile on her lips.

Caught off guard, Y/N hesitated for a moment before taking Wanda's hand, allowing herself to be pulled into the dance. The music throbbed through her veins as their bodies moved in sync, the connection between them undeniable.

Unbeknownst to Y/N, Natasha had been watching from afar. Her jaw clenched as she observed the intimacy between Y/N and Wanda, igniting a spark of jealousy that she refused to acknowledge.

As the night wore on, Y/N found herself in Wanda's arms once more, their movements growing more suggestive with each passing song. The tension in the air was palpable, a mixture of desire and curiosity.

When the sun began to rise, Y/N and Wanda found themselves in Y/N's room, their breathing heavy as they shared a fleeting moment of vulnerability. "This is a one-time thing, right?" Y/N's voice wavered as she sought reassurance.

Wanda's eyes softened, her fingers tracing Y/N's jawline. "Of course. Just a moment of solace."

Days turned into weeks, and the memory of that night lingered in the back of Y/N's mind. Then, a mission came, one that would change everything. Y/N and Natasha were assigned to infiltrate a Hydra base deep in enemy territory.

The mission was fraught with danger, every step a calculated risk. In the midst of chaos, Y/N found herself shielding Natasha from gunfire, taking a brutal beating in the process. Despite her injuries, she pushed through, determined to protect her fellow Avenger.

When they returned to the compound, Y/N's energy was spent, her body on the brink of collapse. She fought to hide her pain, determined not to show weakness in front of Natasha. But as her vision blurred and her strength waned, Y/N finally succumbed to her injuries, collapsing into unconsciousness.

The last thing she remembered was Natasha's panicked voice calling her name.

When Y/N awoke, she was greeted by the sight of Natasha sitting beside her bed. The usually stoic Avenger appeared almost vulnerable, her fingers gently tracing the bandages that covered Y/N's wounds.

"You idiot," Natasha's voice was a mixture of anger and concern. "You should have told me you were hurt."

Y/N tried to muster a smile. "Didn't want to slow you down."

Natasha's features softened as she met Y/N's gaze. "You shouldn't have had to bear this alone."

As Natasha tended to Y/N's wounds, the air between them felt charged with unspoken emotions. Y/N's heart raced, her mind a whirlwind of conflicting thoughts.

When the last bandage was applied, Natasha's gaze remained fixed on Y/N. "You risked everything for me."

Y/N shrugged, attempting to downplay her actions. "We're a team, aren't we?"

Natasha's jaw tightened, her eyes flashing with an emotion Y/N couldn't quite decipher. "You mean more to me than just a teammate."

Confusion swirled within Y/N's mind, but before she could respond, the door burst open. Wanda Maximoff rushed in, her eyes wide with concern. "Y/N! Are you okay?"

Natasha's expression hardened as she rose from her seat, her movements abrupt. "She's fine. Now leave."

Wanda's concern shifted to confusion, but she nodded and left the room. Natasha's attention returned to Y/N, her gaze intense.

"What was that about?" Y/N asked, her voice laced with uncertainty.

Natasha hesitated, her fingers brushing a strand of hair from Y/N's face. "She doesn't need to worry about you."

Y/N's brow furrowed. "Why do you care so much?"

Natasha's jaw clenched, her gaze falling to her hands. "Maybe I care more than I should."

The words hung in the air, a weighty confession that left Y/N stunned. Before she could respond, Natasha turned to leave the room, her steps heavy with a mixture of frustration and resignation.

Days turned into weeks, and Y/N's injuries slowly healed. As she returned to training, Natasha's intensity was unwavering. Y/N's patience was wearing thin, her frustration boiling over during a particularly grueling session.

"I don't understand you," Y/N finally snapped, sweat dripping down her forehead. "You push me, you ignore me, you act like I'm nothing more than a nuisance!"

Natasha's eyes narrowed, her tone icy. "Maybe you'd prefer someone else to train you."

Y/N's chest heaved as anger flared within her. "Maybe I would. Someone who actually sees me."

The tension in the room was palpable, the words hanging in the air like a challenge. Natasha's expression shifted, a mixture of surprise and something else Y/N couldn't quite place.

"Someone like Wanda, perhaps?" Natasha's voice was sharp, her eyes narrowing.

Y/N's heart raced, her pulse echoing in her ears. "What are you talking about?"

Natasha's gaze bore into Y/N's, her features a mask of frustration. "You seem to enjoy her company quite a bit."

Confusion and realization collided within Y/N's mind, and the truth slipped from her lips before she could stop it. "It's not just her company I enjoy."

Natasha's eyes widened, a flicker of something crossing her features before she masked it. "What are you saying?"

Y/N's cheeks burned, her heart racing as she met Natasha's gaze head-on. "I... I've had feelings for you since before I even joined the Avengers."

The room fell silent, the weight of Y/N's confession hanging in the air like a delicate thread. Before Y/N could react, Natasha crossed the distance between them, her fingers gently tilting Y/N's chin upward. Then, with a mixture of passion and vulnerability, Natasha pressed her lips to Y/N's.

The kiss was a revelation, a culmination of months of training, longing, and unspoken emotions. Y/N's heart raced, her fingers instinctively reaching to tangle in Natasha's hair, pulling her closer.

As they finally broke apart, Natasha's gaze bore into Y/N's, a raw intensity in her eyes. "You have no idea how long I've wanted to do that."

A smile tugged at the corners of Y/N's lips. "Maybe you should've told me."

Natasha's lips curved into a rare, genuine smile. "I was too busy training you."

Y/N chuckled, the tension of the past months melting away. "Well, maybe we can find some time for more... personal training?"

Natasha's laughter joined Y/N's, and in that moment, the distance between them seemed to disappear completely. They were Avengers, yes, but they were also two individuals who had found an unexpected connection amidst the chaos of their lives.

As their laughter echoed through the room, the bond between Y/N Y/L/N and Natasha Romanoff deepened, forging a path toward a future that neither of them could have anticipated.

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chokememaximoff · 7 months

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You can't hide from the shadows part IV

g!p Natasha Romanoff x Reader series

Abstract:In "You Can't Hide from the Shadows," join Y/N on a thrilling journey as she finds herself ensnared in a dangerous game of survival, hunted by a relentless foe. When Natasha Romanoff, the enigmatic Black Widow, enters her life, Y/N's world is turned upside down, leading to an unexpected and intense love affair amidst the shadows. Together, they must navigate a treacherous path of love, danger, and self-discovery, all while attempting to escape the ever-encroaching darkness that threatens to consume them both.

TW: violence, including physical altercations, injuries, and gun violence, along with depictions of abuse, torture, kidnapping, and captivity, explicit sexual content, mentions of mental health issues, pregnancy and childbirth, and strong language and mature themes.

The days seemed to blur together for Y/N, as she found herself repeatedly struck by waves of nausea and unexplained weakness. Initially, Natasha dismissed it as something trivial – perhaps a bad meal or a minor bug. However, as time passed and Y/N's condition showed no signs of improvement, Natasha's concern grew.

One morning, Y/N awoke feeling worse than ever. She stumbled out of bed, barely managing to reach the bathroom before the nausea overwhelmed her. Natasha heard Y/N retching from the bedroom and hurriedly followed her, concern etched on her face.

"Y/N, are you okay?" Natasha asked, worry lacing her voice as she knelt beside Y/N and held her hair back. Y/N managed to shake her head weakly, her face pale. "I didn't eat anything bad," she managed to mumble between heaves.

As the days turned into a week and Y/N's condition persisted, she couldn't ignore the growing suspicion that had been nagging at her mind. She had heard about the possibility before, though she never thought it would apply to her. The thought of it both excited and terrified her.

Y/N decided it was time to take action. She mustered the courage to approach Natasha about going to the pharmacy. "Hey, Natasha," Y/N began tentatively, "I'm feeling pretty run down, and I thought maybe I should get some vitamins or something to boost my immune system."

Natasha glanced at her, concern evident in her eyes. "Are you sure you're not coming down with something? Maybe you need to see a doctor."

Y/N nodded, feigning agreement. "Yeah, I just thought some vitamins might help. Can we go to the pharmacy today?"

Natasha sighed, running a hand through her hair. "Of course, kotenok," she replied gently. "We'll go to the city later."

When they reached the city, Natasha parked the car outside the pharmacy, watching as Y/N entered. Inside, Y/N quickly located the pregnancy tests and added a few bottles of vitamins to her basket. She tried her best to seem casual and inconspicuous, not wanting Natasha to become suspicious.

Back in the car, Natasha smiled at Y/N, her eyes full of warmth. "Did you find what you needed?"

Y/N nodded, fastening her seatbelt. She leaned her head on Natasha's shoulder, feeling a sense of comfort as Natasha held her hand. "Thanks, Tasha," Y/N murmured, her nerves causing her stomach to twist.

As they headed back to the cabin, Natasha suggested they pick up some takeout food. Y/N agreed, grateful for the distraction. They settled in the cozy cabin, the warmth of the firewood making the atmosphere inviting.

The next morning, Y/N woke up before Natasha, her heart racing with anticipation. She quietly slipped out of bed, a bundle of nerves as she entered the bathroom. Trembling slightly, she took the pregnancy tests, her hands shaking as she waited for the results.

When she saw the positive outcome on both tests, tears welled in Y/N's eyes. She bit her lip to stifle a sob, her emotions overwhelming her. She had to share this with Natasha, but her worries held her back. What if Natasha wasn't ready for this? What if she didn't want a family?

A knock on the bathroom door startled Y/N, and she quickly wiped her tears away. "Yeah?" she called out, her voice slightly shaky.

Natasha's concerned voice came through the door. "Y/N, are you okay? I heard something fall."

Panicked, Y/N knocked a hairbrush off the counter, adding a touch of authenticity to her response. "I'm okay, just dropped something."

Natasha pushed the door open, her brows furrowed as she took in the sight of Y/N, who appeared a little disheveled and teary-eyed. "Y/N, what's wrong?"

Y/N pointed to the tests on the counter, her heart racing. Natasha's eyes widened as she looked at them, her expression one of shock and surprise.

Without thinking, Y/N began to ramble. "I didn't mean to keep it from you, I just didn't know how you'd react, and I wasn't sure if you wanted this, and I know it's a big step, and—"

Natasha's lips silenced Y/N's nervous rambling as she placed a finger against them. She took a step closer, her gaze tender as she cupped Y/N's cheeks. "Who said I'm not happy?" she whispered, her voice filled with affection. "I've always wanted kids, and being able to have them with you is a blessing, babygirl."

Y/N blinked, her heart pounding in her chest. "You're not mad?"

Natasha's smile was soft, her eyes full of reassurance. "No, Y/N. I'm not mad at all. I'm shocked, but it's a good kind of shock."

Y/N's uncertainty remained, and she hesitated before asking the question that had been nagging at her. "Are you sure?"

Natasha's fingers gently caressed Y/N's cheeks, her gaze unwavering. "I've never been more sure in my life," she said, her voice steady and sincere. "Our little family will be safe and sound, and I'll make sure of that."

Tears welled up in Y/N's eyes once again, but this time they were tears of relief and joy. She leaned in, her lips meeting Natasha's in a sweet and heartfelt kiss. In that moment, all of Y/N's worries melted away, replaced by a profound sense of happiness and love for the woman who had unexpectedly become her partner in this new journey of parenthood.

...

Natasha's transformation since finding out about the pregnancy was nothing short of remarkable. Gone was the stoic and unyielding assassin that Y/N had first encountered. In her place was a caring and nurturing figure who seemed to have fully embraced the idea of becoming a mother.

Y/N couldn't help but find it absolutely adorable, watching as Natasha took every opportunity to show her affection and care. Mornings started with Natasha gently rubbing Y/N's back as she struggled to get out of bed, offering a warm smile and a soft "Good morning, love."

Every meal had turned into a culinary masterpiece. Natasha meticulously prepared dishes that not only satisfied Y/N's cravings but also provided the necessary nutrition for the baby. She had taken it upon herself to research every detail of prenatal care, ensuring that Y/N had all the vitamins and supplements she needed for a healthy pregnancy. Y/N couldn't help but tease Natasha about her newfound obsession with recipes and nutritional guidelines.

"Natasha, you're spoiling me," Y/N would say, chuckling as she savored a particularly delicious meal.

Natasha would simply grin, her eyes sparkling with warmth. "Consider it practice for when the baby arrives."

But it wasn't just the meals. Natasha's affection was evident in every small gesture. Y/N would often catch her gazing at her with a tender smile, her fingers gently caressing Y/N's stomach as if she could feel the life growing within. Y/N would laugh, "Tasha, I'm not that far along yet!"

Natasha would simply lean down to press a soft kiss to Y/N's belly and murmur, "It's never too early to start."

On days when Y/N felt particularly tired, Natasha would insist that she rest. Y/N had a bit of a stubborn streak and would attempt to help with some chores around the cabin. However, she was quickly intercepted by Natasha, who scolded her in a surprisingly motherly tone and promptly sent her to rest on the couch. Y/N would roll her eyes playfully but secretly appreciated the concern and affection.

One evening, as they sat in the cozy cabin, the crackling of the fireplace filling the room, Y/N rested her head on Natasha's lap. Curious about Natasha's sudden silence, she looked up and asked, "Hey, what are you up to?"

Natasha's fingers tapped nervously on her phone as she hesitated for a moment. Y/N's smile grew as she watched Natasha fidget, something she had rarely seen before.

"What's got you all nervous?" Y/N asked, sitting up with a playful grin.

Natasha let out a sigh, her gaze meeting Y/N's. "Well, I've been trying to arrange something," she admitted, her voice tinged with nervous excitement. "I might have gotten us a ride to New York, to the Avengers compound."

Y/N's eyes widened in surprise, and then a delighted smile spread across her face. "Really?"

Natasha nodded, her eyes flickering with a mixture of nervousness and hope. "I know it sounds sudden, but I thought it might be safer for the baby. And... I think people there would accept us, you know, two moms and all."

Y/N's heart swelled with affection for Natasha, seeing her nervousness and vulnerability. She poked Natasha's stomach, teasing, "Is my little assassin nervous about moving out of the cabin?"

Natasha huffed in mock annoyance, but her lips twitched into a smile. Y/N chuckled, touching Natasha's cheek. "I'm down to go wherever you want, Tasha."

With a gentle yet determined motion, Natasha pinned Y/N to the couch, her lips meeting Y/N's in a soft kiss. Then, she leaned down and pressed a tender kiss to Y/N's belly. "We're going to have a great life," Natasha whispered, her voice full of love and promise.

As Y/N looked up at Natasha, her heart swelled with gratitude and happiness. In that moment, she knew that their journey ahead, with its challenges and uncertainties, would be a beautiful one because they were facing it together, as a family. Natasha's transformation was a testament to the depth of their connection and the love that bound them, ensuring that their little family would thrive in the world they were building together.

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Eight and a half months had passed since Y/N and Natasha had moved to the Avengers compound. It had become a place of warmth, support, and the anticipation of a new life. Y/N's pregnancy had been a journey filled with ups and downs, but it was a journey they had taken together, embracing each moment with hope and love.

On this particular day, Y/N had dozed off in her bed, with Wanda Maximoff sitting by her side, keeping a watchful eye. The room was quiet, filled with the soft hum of the air conditioning and the occasional distant chatter from the compound. Y/N stirred in her sleep, her face contorting in discomfort. Sensing something was amiss, Wanda put her book aside and leaned closer.

Y/N's brow furrowed, and her murmurs grew more distressed. Suddenly, her eyes snapped open, wide with panic, and she grabbed Wanda's hand, squeezing it tightly. "Fuck, fuck, fuck," she chanted, her voice trembling.

Wanda's eyes widened, and she looked down, her gaze following Y/N's. Her heart sank as she saw the wetness pooling through Y/N's shorts. Reacting quickly, she called out for Natasha, her voice carrying a hint of urgency.

In a matter of moments, Natasha appeared, her steps quick and determined. Her eyes scanned the scene, her instincts kicking in. As she reached them, she saw Y/N's distress and the wetness on the bed.

"Y/N, what's wrong?" Natasha asked urgently, her voice gentle yet concerned.

Y/N's panicked expression met Natasha's worried gaze. "I... I think my water broke," she managed to say, her voice quivering.

Without wasting another moment, Natasha moved into action. She helped Y/N up, her arms supporting her, as Wanda stepped back to give them space. Natasha's mind raced, her heart pounding, as she realized that Y/N was going into labor.

Quickly and carefully, they made their way to the compound's medical bay. The team there was already alerted and prepared for this possibility. As they entered the med bay, Y/N's breaths grew more uneven, her grip on Natasha's hand tightening.

The medical team worked swiftly and efficiently, their expertise and experience guiding them through the process. Everyone in the room felt a mix of nervousness and excitement, their focus solely on ensuring Y/N's well-being and the safe arrival of the baby.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, a cry filled the air—a cry that brought tears to Y/N's eyes and a radiant smile to Natasha's face. As the medical team cleaned and swaddled the newborn, Y/N and Natasha shared a look that spoke volumes of relief, joy, and overwhelming love.

When they were handed their baby girl, Y/N's heart melted at the sight of her tiny, perfect face. She had Natasha's eyes and Y/N's own strength, already a testament to the love that had brought her into the world.

"Anya," Y/N whispered, her voice filled with awe as she looked at Natasha. Natasha smiled through her tears, leaning in to place a soft kiss on Y/N's forehead before turning her attention to their daughter.

Anya blinked up at them, her small fingers reaching out. Y/N held her close, feeling a rush of emotions that words couldn't possibly capture. As Natasha moved to their side, her hand gently touching Anya's cheek, they shared a quiet, heartwarming moment as a new family.

In that med bay, surrounded by the support of their friends and the promise of a bright future, Y/N and Natasha found themselves more in love than ever before. Anya's arrival was a testament to their journey, a journey that had led them here—to a moment of pure happiness and the beginning of a lifetime of love and adventure as a family.

...

Years had passed since the day Anya was born, and the Avengers compound had truly become a home for Y/N, Natasha, and their daughter. The halls echoed with laughter, the rooms were filled with love, and the memories created within those walls were a testament to the strength of their bond.

Anya had grown into a bright and curious child, a perfect blend of her two mothers. With Natasha's training and Y/N's nurturing, she had all the qualities that made her unique and exceptional. Her wide eyes held a spark of mischief, and her laughter was a melody that echoed throughout the compound.

Y/N and Natasha had settled into their roles as parents with grace and determination. Natasha's protective instincts were paired with Y/N's unwavering support, creating a perfect balance that allowed Anya to flourish. The couple had learned that parenthood was a journey filled with challenges and triumphs, but they faced each moment together, their love only growing stronger.

The compound had become a haven not only for the Avengers but for their extended family as well. The walls had seen countless gatherings, celebrations, and quiet moments of reflection. The laughter of children playing in the courtyard and the aroma of home-cooked meals wafting from the kitchen were constant reminders of the life they had built together.

In the evenings, Y/N and Natasha would often sit on the porch, watching the sunset and reflecting on their journey. They would hold hands, reminiscing about the challenges they had overcome, the love they had shared, and the happiness they had found in each other's arms.

Anya would sometimes join them, sitting between them with wide eyes as they told her stories of their past adventures. She would listen with rapt attention, her imagination already weaving tales of her own. And as the stars began to twinkle in the night sky, Y/N and Natasha would tuck her into bed, their voices soft as they whispered their love and promises of a bright future.

The compound was more than just a home; it was a sanctuary where love had blossomed and a family had been formed. Y/N and Natasha had found their place within its walls, surrounded by friends who had become family and a daughter who was the embodiment of their love.

And so, their story continued—a story of love, growth, and unwavering devotion. As each day passed, their bond only grew stronger, a testament to the enduring power of love and the beauty of creating a life together. In the heart of the Avengers compound, Y/N, Natasha, and Anya found their forever, a haven where love knew no bounds.

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You can't hide from the shadows part III

g!p Natasha Romanoff x Reader series

The morning light had fully embraced the cabin, casting a warm and gentle glow on the room as Y/N's mind began to clear from the haze of fever. With a newfound clarity, she voiced the thought that had been gnawing at her.

"You know the police will find my dad," Y/N's voice was steady, her gaze locking onto Natasha's. "And when they do, you shouldn't be here."

Natasha's laughter, surprisingly light, echoed through the room. "They won't find your dad."

Y/N's brows furrowed in confusion, her voice tinged with doubt. "What do you mean? How can you be so sure?"

Natasha's fingers traced a gentle path along Y/N's cheek, her voice taking on a sickeningly sweet tone. "Because, my baby girl, somebody took care of it for us."

The implications of Natasha's words sank in, and Y/N's emotions swirled in a chaotic mix. Relief at the thought that her abusive father was no longer a threat warred with the unsettling realization that Natasha had orchestrated his demise. She was free from one tormentor but now bound to another.

A sigh escaped Y/N's lips, her thoughts heavy with the weight of the situation. "What do you want from me? How do you even know about me?"

Natasha's explanation was both chilling and strangely intimate. She had seen Y/N's name in mission reports, a spark of intrigue that had led to obsessive stalking. Y/N's eyes widened as she realized that all those times she had felt watched, the paranoia she had dismissed, had been real. Natasha's actions went beyond the boundaries of sanity.

As Natasha confessed her feelings, a declaration of love that sent shivers down Y/N's spine, the room seemed to shift. Y/N's emotions were a tangled mess, a mixture of fear, revulsion, and a strange, reluctant curiosity. She had been thrust into a nightmare she couldn't escape.

"You will love me too, kotenok," Natasha's voice was a whisper, carrying the weight of a promise that sent a chill down Y/N's spine.

Y/N's face contorted into a grimace, her response sharp and defiant. "Not after what you've done to me."

In an instant, Natasha's demeanor turned cold. Without another word, she rose from the bed and moved towards the door, the echo of her footsteps resonating through the room. Y/N was left alone with her thoughts, a turbulent sea of emotions that threatened to consume her.

Outside, the sound of an axe striking wood punctuated the air, a rhythmic reminder of the reality they now found themselves in. Y/N's conflicted emotions swirled within her, a turbulent mix of fear, resentment, and an odd sense of guilt. She had been thrust into a dangerous dance, a game that Natasha seemed intent on winning.

The day progressed with a strange sense of disconnection between Y/N and Natasha. Natasha's actions were focused on tending to the cabin, gathering supplies and keeping the fire going. Y/N, confined to the bed by her injuries, watched from a distance, her thoughts a whirlwind of emotions she struggled to untangle.

As the hours passed, Y/N's wound dressing needed changing, but her injured ankle and immobilized arm made it impossible for her to do so herself. She found herself at a crossroads, forced to confront the reality that she was now dependent on Natasha's help. Her resolve was slowly chipping away, replaced by a desperate need for survival.

Summoning a reluctant courage, Y/N finally mustered the words to ask for help. "Natasha, can you... help me?"

Natasha continued her tasks, seemingly deaf to Y/N's words. But Y/N wasn't ready to give up. "Natasha!"

Natasha's response was sharp, her tone cutting through the air. "Why the fuck should I help you when you hate me and can't love me?"

Y/N's heart clenched at the harshness in Natasha's words. It was a stark reminder of the distorted reality they were trapped within. The complexities of their emotions were overwhelming, leaving them both struggling to find common ground.

Taking a deep breath, Y/N steeled herself and spoke her truth. "Natasha, you need to understand... I need time to adjust to all of this. If you had just approached me honestly before and said you liked me, we could have found a better way, like normal people. But you did all the other stuff instead. So now, you just need to let me get used to this."

Y/N's own words surprised her, their raw honesty laying bare the struggle she was facing. She had nothing to lose at this point, and the truth was the only weapon she possessed.

Natasha's icy demeanor seemed to thaw, a glimmer of understanding flickering in her eyes. Slowly, she approached Y/N, her movements uncertain yet determined. With gentle hands, she began the task of changing Y/N's wound dressing, her touch surprisingly careful and attentive.

The room was enveloped in a tense silence, their unspoken feelings hanging heavy in the air. As Natasha worked, Y/N's gaze remained fixed on her, a mix of wariness and curiosity in her eyes.

When the task was finally done, Natasha met Y/N's gaze, her expression a mixture of emotions Y/N couldn't quite decipher. In that moment, they were two fractured souls bound by circumstance, their paths converging in ways neither of them had foreseen.

As the day waned, the cabin remained a refuge of shadows and secrets. Y/N's dependency on Natasha had shattered the fragile equilibrium between them, revealing vulnerabilities that neither had been prepared to face. The road ahead was uncertain, a complex interplay of fear, desire, and the possibility of something deeper, if only they could find a way to bridge the gap that separated them.

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The cabin had become a haven for Y/N and Natasha, a sanctuary where they navigated the delicate balance between their pasts and the budding connection they shared. Y/N's physical wounds had slowly healed, and in that time, they had settled into a routine of tending to the cabin and each other. There were moments that resembled the normalcy of a couple—a shared laugh, a gentle touch—that brought a semblance of comfort in their shared isolation.

But beneath the surface, unspoken tensions simmered. One evening, a combination of alcohol and the weight of their pasts caused a spark to ignite between them. A seemingly insignificant disagreement transformed into a heated argument, words exchanged like fiery arrows in the dimly lit cabin. As emotions escalated, Natasha's patience wore thin, and a surge of anger propelled her to lash out—her hand meeting Y/N's cheek with a force that reverberated through the room.

Stunned, Y/N's hand instinctively flew to her cheek, the stinging pain a stark reminder of the volatile reality they inhabited. Hurt and shock battled for dominance in her expression as she found herself pushed against a wall, the room crackling with tension. Natasha's eyes, once filled with fire, held a mix of regret and turmoil, as if realizing the gravity of her actions too late.

In that charged moment, Y/N declared her intention to wash up in the bathroom, using the excuse as a desperate escape from the escalating conflict. But the door's click behind her masked her true purpose—to flee from the cabin that had become both her refuge and a prison.

Darkness enveloped the woods as Y/N's heart pounded in her chest, the cold air biting at her skin. Each step she took away from the cabin was fueled by fear and the need for distance from Natasha's anger. The city lights in the distance held the promise of safety, a temporary reprieve from the chaos that had consumed their haven.

But Natasha's figure emerged from the shadows, a relentless force in pursuit. The world around them blurred as they collided, the night air punctuated by the sounds of grunts and the thud of fists meeting flesh. The raw intensity of their fight was both cathartic and agonizing—a physical manifestation of the emotional turmoil that had been brewing beneath the surface.

Amidst the chaos, Y/N's determination flared. A punch landed true, and Natasha stumbled back, a mix of shock and pain in her eyes. It was a fleeting victory, but it gave Y/N the opening she needed to break free from the battle. Adrenaline surged as she turned and fled once more, her footsteps leaving a trail of bloody imprints in the snow.

Natasha's voice carried through the darkness, a mix of frustration and concern. "The more you run, the worse I'll have to hurt you, Y/N! Was this stupid argument really worth all of this?"

But Y/N's thoughts were singular: escape. The world seemed to narrow to the path ahead as she pushed her body past its limits, determination outweighing the pain that radiated through her battered form.

Her desperate flight met a sudden halt when her foot triggered a hidden trap. Pain lanced through her ankle as the contraption yanked her off the ground, suspending her upside down from a tree. Frustration welled within her as she groaned, knowing that she was now trapped.

Minutes later, Natasha emerged beneath her, her gaze a mix of exasperation and worry. "Why did you run, Y/N?"

The words were a challenge, a plea for understanding, and an echo of the tumultuous emotions that had brought them to this point. Y/N's response was defiant, a visceral act of rebellion even in her vulnerable state. But Natasha's patience had reached its breaking point. The rope holding Y/N snapped, and she fell to the ground with a heavy thud, groaning from the impact.

Natasha wasted no time. Swiftly, she restrained Y/N, her movements precise but not without a hint of urgency. Y/N's heart pounded in her chest, the tangled mess of emotions mirrored in Natasha's eyes. Without words, Natasha guided Y/N back to the cabin—a place that had once held the promise of safety, now tainted by the echoes of their argument and the stains of their fight.

The fragile trust they had been building was shattered in the span of a single explosive night. The cabin, once a sanctuary, had become a battleground—a physical manifestation of their inner struggles and the storm that had been unleashed between them. Now, they were left to grapple with the fallout of their actions, forced to confront the jagged edges of their relationship and decide whether it could withstand the tumultuous journey they had embarked upon.

n the wake of their tumultuous encounter, they returned to the cabin, the tension between them palpable. Natasha's grip on Y/N's arm was firm as she pushed her onto the bed, her fingers digging into Y/N's skin. The air was charged with a toxic blend of anger and pain, an undercurrent of emotions that had spiraled out of control.

Locking the doors as a final barrier, Natasha leaned in, her hold on Y/N's cheeks harsh and unforgiving. "What the fuck is wrong with you?" she demanded, her voice laced with a dangerous edge.

Y/N's head snapped forward in an instinctive reaction, and the collision resulted in both of them groaning in pain. A trickle of blood escaped Natasha's nose, staining her lips crimson. Despite the physical discomfort, Natasha's grip on Y/N tightened as she pinned her down on the bed.

With a glare that conveyed both anger and exasperation, Natasha spoke with a voice that held a warning, "Stop testing me, Y/N. Twice tonight is enough."

But defiance still burned in Y/N's eyes, a fire that refused to be extinguished. In an act of defiance, Y/N spat in Natasha's face, a direct challenge that shattered Natasha's already fragile patience.

Natasha's resolve finally broke as her hand connected with Y/N's cheek once more, the sound of the slap echoing through the room. Y/N's head snapped to the side, the sting of the impact a stark reminder of their spiraling situation. Natasha's fingers then shifted from harsh to almost desperate as she cupped Y/N's cheeks, her voice intense as she implored, "Stop being a fucking brat, Y/N."

But Y/N was unrelenting, refusing to yield even in the face of Natasha's frustration. Snarky remarks tumbled from her lips, a defense mechanism that only seemed to stoke the fire between them. Natasha's patience reached its breaking point as she stepped back from the bed, her breath ragged with the strain of the volatile emotions that had taken hold.

For a moment, Natasha hesitated, her gaze a mix of anger, hurt, and a haunting vulnerability. She resisted the urge to give in to the raging emotions that threatened to consume them both. In an attempt to regain control, she slammed her hand against the cabin wall, the impact reverberating through the room. Her voice was a mixture of frustration and desperation as she yelled, "Damn it, Y/N!"

The air in the cabin was thick with tension, each word exchanged like a spark in the darkness. Y/N's challenge cut through the silence, a daring invitation for Natasha to reveal her anger. "Come on, big scary Natasha," Y/N taunted, her voice tinged with bitterness. "Show me how angry you get. I'm not fucking scared of you. You just remind me of my fucking father, and I'll be damned if I let you scare me into submission too, as he did."

Natasha groaned, her frustration mounting. "I didn't want you to be fucking scared of me!" she yelled, her voice hoarse with a mix of anger and desperation.

Y/N's response was equally fierce, their voices clashing in the confined space. "And how the fuck do you expect that?" she shot back. "You keep me locked up here, and you slap me the first time we have a little argument. Let's not even talk about how you caught me in the first fucking place. Natasha, I'm fucking insane for even falling for you at all."

The tears that welled up in Natasha's eyes weren't born of weakness but of a tumultuous storm of emotions. Her voice trembled with a mix of sorrow and frustration. "I didn't mean for any of this to go like this," she yelled back, her words laced with desperation.

But Y/N's laughter was bitter, a harsh sound that cut through the charged atmosphere. "Yeah, right. You never wanted this. You have a funny way of showing it," Y/N retorted, their words a painful reflection of the shattered trust between them.

In a sudden surge of action, Natasha charged at Y/N, her eyes blazing with a fierce determination. Y/N flinched, fully expecting the blow she had come to anticipate. But Natasha's hands weren't violent as she untied the restraints that bound Y/N's hands. Natasha stood before Y/N, her expression a mix of anger and sadness.

Standing there, Y/N rubbed her sore wrists, a mixture of confusion and uncertainty clouding her gaze. "What are you doing?" Y/N asked, her voice quieter now, the fiery anger giving way to a guarded vulnerability.

Natasha's voice was heavy with resignation as she pushed at Y/N's shoulder slightly. "Get even," she said, her tone laced with bitterness. "Come on, I won't fight back."

Y/N stared at Natasha, their eyes locked in a fierce battle of wills. The silence hung between them, pregnant with unspoken words. Y/N's fist hung in the air, poised to strike, but hesitation stayed their blow. They knew that retaliation would only deepen the chasm between them.

With a defeated sigh, Y/N lowered their hand, their shoulders slumping in the weight of their own emotions. They were trapped in a cycle of pain, their wounds raw and their hearts bruised.

Suddenly, Natasha's fingers found Y/N's face, cupping their cheeks gently. The touch was tender, unexpected in the midst of the chaos. Before Y/N could fully comprehend the shift, Natasha's lips were upon theirs, the kiss a fierce melding of anger, desperation, and the tangled threads of affection that still bound them.

As the kiss deepened, Natasha's strength carried them. Y/N wrapped their legs around Natasha's waist, the kiss growing more fervent and urgent. Their lips moved together, the barriers between them crumbling as they sought solace in each other's embrace.

Natasha spun them around, pressing Y/N against the wall. The cold surface sent shivers down Y/N's spine, but it was a stark contrast to the burning intensity of the moment. Natasha's mouth found Y/N's once more, their kisses a mix of passion and longing.

Amidst the storm of emotions, their words were muffled by their kisses. Natasha's murmured confession, "I love you," was met with a soft, almost broken response from Y/N, who whispered the same sentiment against Natasha's lips.

In that moment, the barriers between them shattered, and the weight of their shared pain seemed to lift, if only for a brief respite. Their journey had been marked by turmoil and uncertainty, but in that instant, they found a fragile connection that defied the chaos around them.

The morning sun cast a soft glow into the cabin, signaling the arrival of a new day. Y/N stirred awake, her eyes adjusting to the gentle light filtering through the windows. Beside her, Natasha still slept, her features softened in sleep.

Quietly slipping out of bed, Y/N moved about the cabin, her footsteps light as she prepared breakfast. With care, she rustled up some eggs and toast, setting the table with plates and utensils. The aroma of coffee soon filled the air, a comforting fragrance that seemed to soothe the lingering tension from the previous night.

As the coffee brewed, Y/N glanced out the window, a plan forming in her mind. She retrieved an old jacket from the closet, cutting and sewing together a small sachet. Filling it with snow, she secured it and placed it outside, ensuring it stayed cold.

Returning to the cabin, Y/N heard stirring from the bedroom. Natasha emerged, groggy and disheveled. Y/N offered a small, sympathetic smile, acknowledging Natasha's need for a morning shower. While Natasha showered, Y/N carefully set the table, placing the plates of food and cups of coffee in preparation.

As Natasha emerged from the bathroom, her appearance slightly more refreshed, Y/N couldn't help but notice the slight swelling around Natasha's nose. Trying to hide her concern, she handed her the sachet she had prepared earlier. "Here, I thought this might help with the swelling," Y/N said, her voice gentle.

Natasha blinked, slightly surprised by the gesture. She accepted the sachet, pressing it against her nose with a grateful nod. "Thanks," she murmured, her voice still thick with sleep.

Y/N's lips quirked into a small smile. "You're welcome," she replied, before lowering herself into the chair beside Natasha.

The two shared a quiet breakfast, the tension from the previous night slowly dissipating in the warmth of the morning. Y/N could feel Natasha's gaze on her, a mix of gratitude and something else she couldn't quite place.

Once breakfast was finished, Y/N stood up, indicating the sachet. "You can keep using that throughout the day. I'll make sure to refill it with fresh snow when needed."

Natasha nodded appreciatively, her fingers brushing against the sachet. "Thank you," she said again, her tone sincere.

Y/N's eyes met Natasha's, and she offered a small smile. "I'm sorry about last night," Y/N said softly. "I know things got out of hand."

Natasha's gaze softened, her hand reaching out to gently brush Y/N's cheek. "I'm sorry too," she admitted, her voice carrying a touch of vulnerability. "I never wanted to hurt you."

Y/N covered Natasha's hand with her own, giving it a reassuring squeeze. "We both have our demons to wrestle with," she replied. "But we'll figure it out, together."

Natasha's lips curved into a genuine smile, a hint of relief in her eyes. "Together," she echoed, as if the word held a promise of better days ahead.

And as they sat there, in the quiet of the cabin, it felt like a new beginning was dawning—one where the wounds of the past could heal and the path forward could be forged, step by uncertain step.

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You can't hide from the shadows part II

g!p Natasha Romanoff x Reader series

Desperation clawed at Y/N's heart as she tried to push Natasha away, her sobs of anguish only met with a hard, cruel slap across her face. The impact sent shockwaves through her, her cheek stinging as tears streamed down her dirt-streaked face. She sobbed, her voice trembling as she begged Natasha to let her go.

"Please... please, just let me go," Y/N's voice cracked, her words a desperate plea.

Natasha's sadistic grin only widened, a chilling display of pleasure at Y/N's suffering. With a sinister glint in her eyes, she leaned down, her free hand tracing a path over Y/N's body. The touch was violating, a reminder of her vulnerability that left Y/N feeling dirty and exposed.

Y/N's breath hitched as the reality of her situation settled over her. She wasn't going to escape this torment, and Natasha's intentions were becoming painfully clear. Her pleas grew more desperate as she begged Natasha to release her from the trap, promising to do anything, anything at all, if only Natasha would spare her.

"Please, I'll do anything you want," Y/N's voice trembled as she begged, tears streaming down her face. "Just let me go, please."

But Natasha's grip on Y/N tightened, her fingers closing around Y/N's throat with a threatening pressure. The threat in her eyes was palpable as she spoke, her voice a dangerous whisper. "Are you sure about that? Because if you lie to me, I'm going to make you hurt in ways you wouldn't even dream of."

Y/N's eyes widened in terror, her heart pounding in her chest. She nodded frantically, her voice trembling as she managed to gasp out, "I'm sure, Daddy."

The grip on her throat released, and Y/N gasped for air, her chest heaving as she struggled to regain her breath. But there was no reprieve, no respite from the darkness that surrounded her. Natasha swiftly moved, her hands deftly cuffing Y/N's wrists before dismantling the cruel trap that held her captive. She wrapped a piece of clothing around Y/N's bleeding ankle, applying pressure to stem the bleeding.

As Natasha lifted Y/N into her arms, a wave of dizziness washed over her, her vision swimming in and out of focus. She was acutely aware of her own vulnerability, her body limp and weak in Natasha's grasp. Every step seemed to blur into the next, the pain and exhaustion a constant companion as Natasha carried her through the forest.

The cabin emerged from the darkness like a sanctuary, a place of respite from the horrors of the night. Natasha set Y/N down gently, the sound of Y/N's ragged breathing filling the silence. Y/N's consciousness teetered on the edge, slipping in and out of awareness.

Natasha's voice was a distant murmur as she spoke, her words a mixture of authority and something else that Y/N couldn't quite comprehend. "You're going to be alright, kotenok," Natasha's voice held a strange mix of tenderness and detachment. "Just stay with me a little longer."

And then, in a swirl of darkness and pain, Y/N succumbed to the oblivion of unconsciousness, her body and mind finally giving in to the overwhelming trauma of the night.

In the shadows of the cabin, the dance of darkness continued, a twisted waltz of pain and desire that bound Y/N to Natasha in ways she couldn't yet fathom. As Y/N's world spiraled into darkness, the question of what awaited her in the clutches of the enigmatic Natasha Romanoff remained an unanswered riddle, a puzzle to be unraveled in the depths of her fractured psyche.

With Y/N's unconscious form before her, Natasha's expression shifted from sadistic satisfaction to a somber determination. As the night settled around them, she moved swiftly, retrieving her bag from its hidden spot. Her fingers worked with precision, tending to Y/N's injuries with a care that seemed incongruous with the darkness that had preceded it.

The cold night air was a sharp contrast to Natasha's gentle touch as she cleaned and dressed Y/N's wounds. Her eyes, usually sharp and calculating, held a touch of concern as she worked, her fingers deftly moving to minimize Y/N's pain. She bandaged the wound on Y/N's ankle, her touch surprisingly tender despite the harsh circumstances.

Natasha's gaze then turned to Y/N's broken hand, her expression shifting into a more focused determination. Carefully, she fashioned a makeshift brace, her fingers steady as she manipulated the bone back into place. Y/N's unconscious reaction was an involuntary grunt of pain, a testament to the agony even in her sleep. Natasha's jaw tightened as she worked, her hands deftly securing the brace in place.

Once Y/N's wounds were tended to, Natasha secured her to the bed with restraints, a precaution to ensure Y/N wouldn't attempt to flee in her weakened state. It was a decision born out of a strange mix of concern and a desire to maintain control.

Leaving Y/N's side for a moment, Natasha slipped out of the cabin, her steps silent as she moved through the darkness. The moon cast a silvery glow over the landscape, illuminating her path as she ventured into the woods to gather firewood. It was a practical task, a means to provide warmth and sustenance, yet it also served as a momentary reprieve from the tension that had enveloped them.

Natasha returned to the cabin with an armful of firewood, the sound of her footsteps mingling with the crackling of leaves and twigs beneath her boots. She set to work, building a fire that cast a warm and flickering light across the room. The flames danced in the hearth, their warmth chasing away the chill that had settled into the cabin.

With the fire burning brightly, Natasha turned her attention to preparing food. Her movements were efficient, her hands moving with a practiced grace as she assembled a simple meal. It was an odd contrast – the same hands that had inflicted pain now worked to provide comfort.

As she cooked, Natasha's gaze occasionally flicked to Y/N's form on the bed. The girl was vulnerable in slumber, her defenses lowered, her features softened by rest. Natasha's thoughts were a maelstrom of conflicting emotions – the desire to possess, the yearning for control, and an inexplicable pull towards tenderness.

Once the food was ready, Natasha set a simple meal on a plate and placed it on a small table near the bed. Satisfied with her efforts, she moved closer to Y/N, her gaze lingering on the sleeping figure. The darkness seemed to cast a veil over the cabin, concealing both their pasts and their uncertain futures.

In this intimate moment, Natasha's emotions were a labyrinth of shadows, her actions driven by a strange sense of responsibility. As she watched Y/N sleep, her mind replayed the events that had led them here, the tangled web of obsession and pain that had brought them together.

In the stillness of the cabin, Natasha's thoughts were a reflection of the complexities that defined their connection. The fire crackled, casting flickering shadows across the room, a reminder of the delicate dance that they were engaged in – a dance that seemed destined to continue, even as the boundaries between captor and captive blurred in the depths of the night.

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As consciousness slowly returned to Y/N, panic surged through her veins, her body tensing in a desperate attempt to escape her surroundings. The pain that followed was excruciating, a harsh reminder of her vulnerability. She whimpered, tears pricking at the corners of her eyes as she fought to scramble away from Natasha's presence.

But her movements were met with a searing agony, the wounds and injuries protesting any attempt at escape. Y/N's body trembled as she lay back down, her chest heaving with exertion and pain. She shot Natasha a fearful glance, her eyes wide with a mixture of terror and distrust.

Natasha's lips curled into a smug smile as she observed Y/N's struggle. "Such a good girl, staying put," she purred, her voice laced with a twisted sense of satisfaction.

Y/N's heart raced in her chest, her fear now mingled with a growing confusion. The way Natasha's tone shifted from sadistic to almost gentle was disorienting, an unsettling reminder of the enigma that was Natasha Romanoff.

With a roll of her eyes, Natasha continued, her words dripping with impatience. "You're going to have to get used to it eventually, you know."

In Y/N's exhausted and pained state, Natasha's words seemed like a distant echo. She barely had the strength to offer any resistance as Natasha picked up a bowl of food and spoon. The aroma of the vegetarian meal wafted through the air, mingling with the fire's warmth. But Y/N's apprehension was palpable as Natasha approached, spoon in hand.

"No, I'm not eating anything you give me," Y/N's voice was a whisper of defiance, her mouth clamped shut in a show of resistance.

Natasha's patience wavered, her expression hardening as she spoke with a mixture of annoyance and exasperation. "I already told you, I didn't plan on killing you. The food isn't poisoned, and it's vegetarian – just the way I know you eat. So stop being a little brat and eat."

With a reluctant sigh, Y/N finally allowed Natasha to feed her. The taste of the food was foreign, but hunger gnawed at her stomach, pushing her to relent. Spoonful by spoonful, Natasha fed her, their interactions a blend of tension and reluctant acceptance.

Once the meal was finished, Natasha produced a small pill. She offered it to Y/N with a stern look. "Antibiotic. Take it so your wounds don't get infected."

Y/N's fingers trembled as she accepted the pill, mumbling a small, reluctant thank you. Natasha's grin in response was unsettling, a reminder of the power dynamic that had shifted between them.

Exhaustion soon claimed Y/N once more, pulling her into a fitful sleep. As she drifted into unconsciousness, Natasha's touch against her cheek was a haunting presence, a mixture of comfort and discomfort. Y/N's mind swirled with confusion and weariness, her thoughts a tumultuous sea.

Natasha lay down beside her, her touch lingering as Y/N's breathing evened out. The darkness wrapped around them like a shroud, a testament to the shadows that now bound them together. As the night unfolded, the lines between captor and captive blurred further, their fates entwined in ways neither of them could fully comprehend.

As the night unfolded, the cabin remained shrouded in darkness, its occupants suspended in the fragile balance between captor and captive. But in the deep recesses of the night, the quiet rhythm of sleep was shattered by the merciless grip of a fever that tightened around Y/N's fragile form.

Natasha's eyes fluttered open, her senses immediately alert as her gaze fell upon Y/N's trembling figure. The girl was drenched in sweat, her body shaking with the force of her labored breathing. Natasha cursed under her breath, her concern and frustration warring within her.

With a swift movement, Natasha rose from her place and retrieved a small vial of medicine from her bag. She approached Y/N's bedside, her touch gentle as she reached out to touch Y/N's forehead. The searing heat that met her fingers was alarming, a clear indicator of the fever's intensity.

"Wake up, Y/N," Natasha's voice was firm as she gently shook the girl's shoulder. Y/N's eyes fluttered open, her gaze hazy and unfocused. She mumbled a soft, "Hey, Tasha," her words carrying the slurred quality of delirium.

Natasha's lips quirked into a half-smile, a mixture of bemusement and concern. Y/N's fever-induced ramblings were a stark reminder of her vulnerability, a vulnerability that Natasha was reluctantly beginning to care for.

"You're sick," Natasha's tone was matter-of-fact as she held out the vial of medicine. "Take this. It'll help."

Y/N's gaze flickered to the vial, confusion evident in her fevered eyes. She blinked slowly, her dazed mind struggling to grasp Natasha's words. But the girl managed a hazy nod, her fingers trembling as she took the medicine from Natasha's hand.

As Y/N swallowed the medicine, Natasha's mind raced, her instincts taking over. She knew she needed to lower Y/N's fever before it spiraled out of control. A plan formed in her mind as she rose from the bed, her gaze locking onto the small bathroom adjacent to the cabin.

In moments, Natasha had the water heater stoked with firewood, the sound of crackling flames filling the bathroom. Returning to Y/N's side, she cupped the girl's cheek gently, her touch coaxing Y/N into a semblance of awareness.

"Y/N, listen to me," Natasha's voice was soothing, a stark contrast to the tension that usually colored their interactions. "I'm going to free you from the restraints so we can get you cleaned up and cooled down. Can you cooperate?"

Y/N's response was a soft, incoherent mumble, her eyes half-lidded as she gazed at Natasha. But Natasha interpreted it as agreement and swiftly released the restraints, careful not to cause any further harm.

With Y/N's unsteady form supported by Natasha's gentle touch, they made their way to the bathroom. Natasha helped Y/N out of her dirty and sweat-soaked clothes, a process that elicited an unexpected giggle from the delirious girl.

Raising an eyebrow in confusion, Natasha paused. "What's so funny?"

Y/N's words were slurred, her voice tinged with a hazy amusement. "I know what you want... take whatever you want. You can't do anything bad to me that wasn't already done."

Natasha's heart clenched at the weight of Y/N's words. It was a stark reminder of the pain that had shaped the girl's existence, a pain that Natasha herself had unwittingly contributed to. She hesitated in removing Y/N's clothes, uncertainty clouding her features.

Y/N's voice, though weak and distant, held a hint of clarity. "Natasha, do what you please."

Natasha's sigh was heavy with emotion as she resumed her task, stripping Y/N's soiled clothes away. She swallowed the lump in her throat, her fingers gentle as she helped Y/N into the warm shower. The water cascaded over Y/N's fevered form, steam rising around them as Natasha used a cloth to gently cleanse the girl's skin.

Once the shower was done, Natasha retrieved a set of clean, warm clothes from Y/N's closet. With tender care, she helped Y/N dress, her movements slow and deliberate. Y/N's vulnerability was palpable, her fevered state a stark reminder of the fragility that existed within them both.

As Natasha tucked Y/N into bed once more, she couldn't help but linger for a moment, her fingers brushing against Y/N's damp forehead. The fevered heat seemed to burn beneath her touch, a physical representation of the turmoil that had brought them to this point.

The darkness outside seemed to mirror the depths of Natasha's emotions. The night held them captive, their paths intertwined in ways that defied easy explanation.

With Y/N finally settled back in bed, Natasha's attention turned to the girl's wounded ankle. The night was still and heavy with the weight of their circumstances as Natasha carefully redressed the wound, her fingers moving with a deft precision that belied the turmoil within her.

As she finished tending to Y/N's wound, Natasha's mind was a whirlwind of conflicting emotions. The girl's vulnerability had become a stark reality, one that Natasha couldn't ignore. Contemplation pulled at her thoughts as she considered whether to restrain Y/N once again, a struggle between control and an unexpected urge to provide comfort.

But her thoughts were interrupted by a feeble tug on her shirt. Natasha's gaze snapped to Y/N, her expression softening as she registered the girl's actions. Y/N's fevered eyes met Natasha's, a plea hidden within their depths. Natasha's resolve wavered as Y/N's grip on her shirt tightened, the girl's intent clear.

With a resigned sigh, Natasha acquiesced, her hesitation giving way to an unexpected tenderness. She lowered herself onto the bed, her arm encircling Y/N's trembling form. She pulled the girl close, her body a source of warmth in the cold night.

Y/N's delirious mumbling filled the air, her words a disjointed stream of consciousness that echoed the fever's influence on her mind. Natasha listened, her gaze fixed on Y/N's flushed features. The vulnerability displayed now was a far cry from the resistance and defiance that had characterized their interactions.

"What are you saying?" Natasha's voice was soft, a gentle inquiry as she leaned closer.

Y/N's response was hazy, her words carrying the weight of her fevered thoughts. "Would have just been easier for you to kill me instead of taking care of me, don't you think?"

Natasha's heart clenched at the rawness of Y/N's words. The truth they held was a bitter reminder of the pain that had brought them to this point, a pain that Natasha had unwittingly become a part of. She opened her mouth to respond, to reassure Y/N that she had no intention of causing further harm, but before she could speak, the girl slipped into sleep once more.

As Y/N's breathing steadied and her body relaxed against Natasha's, the assassin's gaze remained fixed on the girl. The night enveloped them in its quiet embrace, the cabin a sanctuary of shadows and whispered emotions.

Natasha's fingers brushed gently against Y/N's damp hair, a silent gesture of comfort. The complexity of their connection defied easy definition, their roles constantly shifting and evolving. In the stillness of the night, Natasha's thoughts were a tapestry of uncertainty and longing.

As Y/N slumbered, her fevered dreams taking her into uncharted territories, Natasha held her close. The girl's vulnerability was a reminder of the fragile bonds that had begun to form between them, bonds that Natasha was determined to nurture, even in the face of the darkness that had brought them together.

The morning light filtered into the cabin, casting a soft glow across the room as the night's darkness retreated. Natasha's eyes flickered open as she heard shuffling sounds, her senses instantly alert. She watched as Y/N struggled to get out of bed, her weak state evident in every hesitant movement.

Natasha's voice carried a dangerous edge as she spoke, her words a mix of concern and command. "Where do you think you're going?"

Y/N's gaze met Natasha's, flinching slightly at the tone in her voice. Her response was a shaky, "I'm not running away, if that's what you're thinking. I can't even if I tried. I just need to go to the bathroom, but I can't."

Natasha's initial stern demeanor softened as she watched Y/N's struggle. With a sigh, she pushed aside her reluctance and got out of bed. "Fine, I'll help."

Y/N's stubbornness was evident in her refusal, but Natasha's tone left little room for argument. She assisted Y/N to the bathroom, her grip gentle but firm. The journey was slow, every step a testament to the toll the fever had taken on Y/N's body.

As Natasha waited outside the bathroom, her thoughts were a jumble of conflicting emotions. The fragility of their situation was apparent, the roles they had been thrust into shifting with each passing moment.

When Y/N emerged from the bathroom, Natasha was there to support her, guiding her back to the bed. She administered more medicine, her fingers deftly holding out the vial. Y/N shivered, her weakened body trembling in the wake of the fever.

Natasha's jacket, once a symbol of her unyielding presence, now held a different purpose. She draped it over Y/N's trembling form, a makeshift barrier against the chill that lingered in the morning air. Y/N mumbled a quiet thank you, her gratitude mingling with the remnants of her fever-induced haze.

A small smile tugged at the corner of Natasha's lips in response. It was a rare display of tenderness, a fleeting moment that spoke volumes without words. As she turned her attention to the task at hand, retrieving a plate of food for Y/N, her thoughts remained tangled in the complexity of their circumstances.

Y/N's appetite seemed insatiable as she hastily devoured the food. The remnants of the night's fever still clung to her, her pale features a stark contrast against the warm morning light. Natasha watched in silence, her gaze unwavering.

In this fragile moment, the cabin seemed to hold its breath, the quiet exchange between captor and captive a reflection of the tangled web that had woven itself around them. Natasha's actions were driven by a strange mix of responsibility and a growing attachment, while Y/N's acceptance of Natasha's care was a reluctant admission of vulnerability.

As the morning sun continued its ascent, their paths remained entwined, bound by the circumstances that had brought them to this point. The darkness of the night had given way to the light of day, but the shadows of their pasts still lingered, casting a veil over the uncertain future that lay ahead.

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8,17,23 if you are comfortable please

Hii anon hope you have an amazing day.

8. Have you ever cried because you were so annoyed?

Used to do it all the time, but now that I'm on Zoloft crying is non existent, so I don't do it anymore🤌

17.Opinion on insecurities.

Everybody has them. The person you think is the most confident person in the world, can be the most insecure one. We are all human and it's okay to feel insecure from time to time, as long as we don't let our insecurities destroy us.

23.Fear(s)

Honestly just have two fears one is of sharks and the other of failure. You can throw me out of a plane, but if you show me a shark on a TV or I don't get the highest score in class I'm having a full blown breakdown.

#anon #marvel mcu #mcu #chokememaximoff #get to know me

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You can't hide from the shadows part I

g!p Natasha Romanoff x Reader series

The air hung heavy with tension, suffocating every corner of the dimly lit room. Y/N Y/L/N stood in the center, her heart pounding like a trapped bird. Her father's presence filled the space, an ominous figure seated on a worn armchair, his features distorted by a twisted mixture of anger and malevolence.

"You're worthless, just like your mother," his voice dripped with venom as he spat out the words, each syllable slicing through the air like a blade.

Y/N's breath hitched, her gaze cast down, her hands trembling at her sides. She had heard these words before, too many times. She dared not meet his eyes, for his gaze held a power that could shatter her fragile resolve.

His chair scraped against the floor as he stood, his looming shadow casting her in darkness. The scent of alcohol clung to him, mingling with the acrid smell of fear that clung to Y/N's skin. His hand shot out, grabbing a fistful of her hair, forcing her to look at him.

"Look at me when I'm talking to you," he hissed, his grip tightening, his fingernails digging into her scalp.

Y/N's eyes met his, her own a mirror of pain and defiance. She refused to let him break her, even as his fingers dug deeper into her flesh.

"You think you can defy me?" he sneered, his fingers releasing their grip on her hair only to strike her across the face with a force that sent her stumbling back.

Pain exploded across her cheek, her vision blurring with tears. She tasted the metallic tang of blood as it filled her mouth, a cruel reminder of the world she was trapped in.

The room seemed to close in on her as her father advanced, his anger escalating into a frenzy. Each blow landed with a sickening thud, each word a venomous lash that tore at her soul. Y/N's breath came in ragged gasps, her body aching, her spirit fraying.

But then, amidst the torment, a surge of something unfamiliar rose within her – a fire ignited by years of suffering, a primal instinct to survive. As her father raised his hand once more, a primal instinct took over, a desperate fight-or-flight response that pushed her beyond her breaking point.

With a surge of strength she didn't know she possessed, Y/N seized an object from the nearby table, a heavy glass vase, and swung it with a force that was as much a cry for liberation as it was an act of self-defense.

The vase shattered upon impact, its shards raining down around them like deadly confetti. Her father's eyes widened in shock, a mixture of disbelief and pain crossing his face as blood oozed from the wound on his forehead. He stumbled back, collapsing against the wall, his strength ebbing away.

Y/N stood frozen, her chest heaving, her hands trembling. The room was silent save for their labored breaths and the crackling of shattered glass beneath her feet. The weight of what had transpired settled upon her shoulders, a heavy burden that threatened to suffocate her.

Her father's labored breaths grew quieter, his life slipping away with every passing second. Y/N's heart raced, the reality of her actions crashing down upon her. The man who had tormented her, the source of her pain, lay broken before her.

With a final, rasping breath, her father's eyes closed, and his body went limp. Y/N's eyes remained fixed on him, a whirlwind of emotions swirling within her. Fear, relief, guilt, and an unfamiliar sense of liberation battled for dominance.

She tore her gaze away from his lifeless form, her mind a maelstrom of chaos. Without a second thought, she fled the room, her feet carrying her through the dimly lit corridors of the house she had longed to escape. The night outside welcomed her, the moon a cold witness to her desperate flight.

Y/N Y/L/N ran, her heart pounding in sync with the rhythm of her footsteps. She had done what she thought she could never do – she had broken free from the chains of her tormentor. But as the distance between her and the house grew, the weight of her newfound freedom settled in her chest, mingling with the weight of the past that she carried with her.

In the darkness, with the shadows of the forest embracing her, Y/N Y/L/N was alone, adrift in a world of uncertainty. The echoes of her father's abuse and her own actions reverberated within her, and as she vanished into the night, she left behind a life that was tainted by darkness, stepping into a future that was shrouded in uncertainty.

The forest loomed ahead like a realm untouched by time, a sanctuary where the echoes of Y/N's past could finally begin to fade. The trees whispered secrets as the wind rustled their leaves, and the distant call of a bird carried promises of a new beginning. Y/N's steps were hesitant at first, her heart heavy with the weight of what she had done, yet a glimmer of hope tugged at the edges of her thoughts.

Deep within the heart of the Russian woods, hidden by the dense foliage, stood a cabin that only a select few knew of – a cabin that had once belonged to the man whose presence had cast a shadow over Y/N's life. It was a place that had been both her father's sanctuary and his hidden treasure, a secret he had guarded fiercely.

As Y/N approached the cabin, her fingers trembling, she was struck by an odd mixture of familiarity and detachment. She pushed the heavy wooden door open, revealing a space that held a lifetime's worth of memories. The air was musty, tainted by the years of disuse, yet there was a stillness that offered a respite from the chaos she had left behind.

The cabin's interior was surprisingly well-preserved, a testament to her father's meticulous nature. The walls were adorned with hunting trophies and faded photographs – a stark reminder of the life he had lived beyond the shadows of their home. Y/N's eyes lingered on a picture of a much younger version of herself, a fleeting memory of a time when innocence hadn't been replaced by scars.

She moved through the cabin like a ghost, her fingers trailing along the surfaces as she explored the rooms that had once held secrets she could only guess at. There was a sense of melancholy in the air, a bittersweet realization that this place was, in a way, an extension of her father – a part of him she had never truly understood.

In the bedroom, Y/N found a bed draped in heavy blankets, untouched by time. She sank onto its edge, the weight of her exhaustion crashing over her like a wave. Her thoughts swirled, a chaotic blend of regret, fear, and a spark of something she hadn't felt in years – the stirrings of hope.

With a deep breath, Y/N allowed herself to envision a future that wasn't defined by her father's cruelty. She could feel the chains that had bound her for so long slowly loosening, the scars of her past beginning to fade. Here, in the heart of the forest, surrounded by the whispers of nature, she could begin to heal.

Days turned into weeks, and Y/N settled into a routine. She repaired what needed fixing in the cabin, tended to a small garden, and learned to find comfort in solitude. The forest became her confidante, its rustling leaves a gentle reminder that life went on, that healing was possible.

Her days were punctuated by moments of introspection, as she grappled with the enormity of her actions. She had taken a life – a life that had been a source of pain and fear, but a life nonetheless. Guilt gnawed at her, a constant companion that reminded her of the finality of her actions.

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The forest was a familiar ally to Natasha Romanoff, its shadows weaving tales of secrets and deceit. She moved through the undergrowth with a grace born from years of training, her senses attuned to the subtlest of changes in the environment. But this time, her hunt was personal, driven by an obsession that burned within her like a relentless fire.

Natasha's fixation on Y/N Y/L/N had been consuming her for months. She had watched from the shadows, her expert surveillance skills unveiling the intricate layers of the girl's life. Y/N's existence had been a symphony of pain, a tragic tale of abuse and cruelty at the hands of her own father. Natasha's fascination bordered on the macabre, a dark obsession that defied reason.

As Natasha approached the secluded house, hidden deep within the forest, a smirk tugged at the corner of her lips. The houses existence had been a well-guarded secret, a sanctuary for Y/N's father where he could escape the world's prying eyes. It was here that Natasha had believed her prey would fall victim to her relentless pursuit.

But the scene that greeted Natasha shattered her expectations. The houses door stood ajar, and the air carried a scent of death, mingling with the forest's earthy fragrance. She stepped inside cautiously, her eyes narrowing as they fell upon the lifeless form of Y/N's father. Blood stained the floor, a testament to a violent end.

A low chuckle escaped Natasha's lips, the sound carrying a chilling undercurrent. "Impressive," she murmured, her voice laced with a perverse pride. Y/N had taken matters into her own hands, severing the connection to her tormentor with a final, fatal blow. Natasha's dark eyes regarded the scene with a mixture of morbid satisfaction and an eerie admiration for Y/N's resolve.

But Natasha's focus quickly shifted from the corpse to the room itself. She scanned the space, her keen eyes seeking out clues that might illuminate Y/N's whereabouts. It was a twisted treasure hunt of sorts, a quest for the next chapter in this macabre story.

A photo caught Natasha's attention, tucked beneath a stack of papers. She picked it up, her gaze locking onto the image of a younger Y/N, her parents standing beside her. Her father's sinister smile contrasted starkly with Y/N's innocent expression. In the background stood a cabin Natasha was quick to decipher the location of.

The realization hit Natasha like a lightning bolt – this cabin held a significance beyond being a secret refuge. It was a piece of Y/N's past, a place imprinted with the memories of a family torn apart by darkness. The landscape in the photo, the surrounding forest, held the key to Y/N's possible location.

With a calculated movement, Natasha gathered the photographs, her lips curling into a sardonic smile. "Well, well, Y/N," she murmured, the words tinged with a twisted affection. "You've left me a breadcrumb trail, haven't you?"

As Natasha stepped out of the house, the moonlight filtering through the trees illuminated the photos in her gloved hand. She studied the landscape captured in the images, her mind racing with the possibilities. Y/N's desperate escape had become a tantalizing challenge, a game of cat and mouse that Natasha relished.

With the photographs tucked safely away, Natasha's gaze turned skyward, the stars above glittering like shards of obsidian. The darkness within her matched the shadows that surrounded her, a reflection of the obsession that had consumed her very soul.

In the distance, the forest whispered its secrets, and Natasha Romanoff, the Black Widow, answered with a promise. She would find Y/N, no matter how deep into the darkness she had retreated, and in doing so, she would complete a chapter of this twisted tale that had captivated her so.

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The evening sun cast a warm golden hue across the forest as Y/N Y/L/N moved through her small garden, her jacket pulled tight around her frame. Her hands worked with a practiced ease, plucking the meager harvest of vegetables that had managed to flourish in the greenhouse. The scent of soil and growth filled the air, a reminder that even in the midst of her solitude, life persisted.

Her fingers brushed against the rough leaves of a carrot as she heard a rustling sound nearby. Y/N froze, her heart racing as she turned to face the source of the disturbance. Her gaze darted around, searching for any sign of movement, any indication of who might be lurking in the shadows. But the woods remained still, the only sounds the gentle whispers of the wind.

With a dismissive shake of her head, Y/N convinced herself that it must have been an animal, a rabbit perhaps, darting through the underbrush. She chided herself for letting her imagination run wild, for succumbing to the unease that had been gnawing at her. She focused on her task, determined to gather her food and retreat to the safety of the cabin.

As the sun dipped below the horizon and the sky shifted into hues of orange and pink, Y/N's unease grew rather than abated. A growing feeling of being watched clung to her, casting shadows across her solitude. She moved with caution, every sound magnified in her ears, every rustle of leaves causing her to tense.

Night fell, casting a blanket of darkness over the landscape. Y/N's irritation swelled alongside her unease. She had lived in isolation, finding solace in the silence of the woods. But now, that very silence seemed to mock her, echoing with an eerie emptiness that fed her growing paranoia.

Fueled by a mixture of annoyance and determination, Y/N snatched up her hunter knife – the one weapon she would allow herself to carry. The blade gleamed in the moonlight as she stepped outside, her voice echoing into the night, "Come on out! I'm not scared!"

A heavy silence answered her challenge, and she could almost hear the echo of her own voice reverberating through the trees. But the shadows remained impenetrable, the presence she felt refusing to take shape.

Back in the cabin, Y/N huddled in her jacket, her nerves on edge. The cabin's walls seemed to close in around her, the darkness outside becoming a living entity that whispered secrets and fears. The wind carried with it a sense of impending danger, a dance of shadows that danced just beyond her vision.

Unseen by Y/N, Natasha Romanoff observed with a twisted smile. Her laughter, a soft undercurrent of amusement, mingled with Y/N's challenge. "Poor baby," she murmured, her voice a siren's call of menace. "You think you can stand up to me?"

The darkness concealed Natasha's form, her eyes gleaming with predatory intent. She knew that Y/N's bravado was a mere facade, a mask that hid the vulnerability within. With a mixture of sadistic pleasure and relentless determination, Natasha continued to toy with her prey, the anticipation of the hunt coursing through her veins.

The night air was frigid, its cold fingers creeping through every crack and crevice of the cabin. Y/N Y/L/N stirred, the chill waking her from a restless sleep. Her eyes blinked open, adjusting to the dimness as she reached for the blanket that had slipped off during the night. Her fingers found only air, the blanket lying abandoned on the floor.

With a grumble, Y/N reluctantly pushed herself out of bed, her breath forming misty clouds in the cold air. She moved to the fireplace, intent on rekindling the dwindling flames. Her fingers worked deftly, coaxing the embers into life, but just as the fire began to regain its strength, it flickered and died, plunging the room into darkness once more.

"Great," she muttered under her breath, frustration tinging her tone. She pushed herself to her feet, grumbling as she made her way to the wood shack just outside. Y/N's steps were heavy with weariness, her eyes half-lidded as she retrieved her warm clothes and strapped a knife holster to her side.

The moon cast a silvery glow over the landscape as Y/N stepped outside, a flashlight and a bucket in hand. Her movements were sluggish, her mind still foggy with sleep as she ventured into the woods, determined to gather enough wood for the night.

Y/N's steps were slow and deliberate, the crunch of leaves beneath her boots punctuating the stillness of the night. But then, as she walked, a sound cut through the silence – a distant rustling that sent a jolt of adrenaline through her veins. She swung the flashlight around, its beam slicing through the darkness, revealing nothing.

"Must be my imagination," she muttered to herself, trying to shake off the unease that settled in the pit of her stomach. The words were a mantra, an attempt to rationalize the fear that was beginning to gnaw at her.

The forest seemed to close in around her as she continued to walk, the sound of her footsteps amplified by the silence. She found a spot where smaller pieces of wood could be salvaged, a decision born from a desire to stave off the cold and fatigue that tugged at her.

Just as she reached down to collect a piece of wood, a sudden noise shattered the night. Y/N's heart raced, her eyes darting around as she swung the flashlight in every direction. Nothing. The shadows clung to the trees, revealing no secrets.

"I'm just tired," she muttered, her voice more for herself than for anyone else. She inhaled deeply, exhaling a shaky breath as she tried to steady her nerves. But then, as she took another step, her foot landed on something unexpected, and the ground seemed to disappear from beneath her.

Panic surged through Y/N as she found herself hanging upside down from a tree, her foot ensnared in a tight rope. The world spun around her, dizziness threatening to overcome her. She struggled, her hands reaching for the knife in her holster, the blade glinting in the moonlight.

Desperation lent her strength, and with a surge of effort, she managed to twist her body, the blade slicing through the rope. She fell to the ground with a painful thud, her breath knocked out of her lungs. Coughing and groaning, she tried to catch her breath, her heart racing.

But then, another noise – louder, closer – shattered the night, snapping Y/N into action. She grabbed her knife, her instincts taking over as she sprinted blindly through the woods. Fear lent her speed, her steps fueled by an urgency she had never felt before.

The footsteps behind her seemed to draw closer, a relentless pursuit that fueled her determination to escape. Y/N's breath came in ragged gasps, her vision blurry as she darted between trees and shrubs, driven by a primal need to survive.

In the darkness, Y/N Y/L/N ran, the forest a labyrinth of shadows that offered no respite. Her breath burned in her chest, her muscles ached, but she dared not slow down. The unknown danger that pursued her was a relentless reminder of the darkness that lurked beyond her sanctuary, and in this terrifying game of cat and mouse, her only hope was to outrun the shadows themselves.

Y/N's heart thundered in her chest as she sprinted through the darkness, the echoes of her own footsteps chasing her through the night. Her breath was ragged, her body aching from the exertion, but the fear that propelled her forward refused to relent. Every fiber of her being screamed at her to keep running, to escape the danger that pursued her.

But as her footfalls pounded against the forest floor, the sound of pursuit grew closer, a relentless drumbeat that matched the rhythm of her panic. Her thoughts were a jumble of desperation and survival, the darkness swallowing her every step, her surroundings becoming a blur of shadows and uncertainty.

And then, as if from the depths of the night itself, Natasha Romanoff materialized before her. Y/N's eyes widened in a mixture of shock and terror as the older woman lunged, tackling her to the ground with a force that sent shockwaves of pain through her body. She landed awkwardly, her hand bearing the brunt of the impact, a sickening crack resonating through the forest.

Agony exploded within Y/N, the pain radiating from her broken hand like a burst of white-hot fire. She screamed, her voice echoing through the trees as she desperately tried to push Natasha off of her. But each movement sent fresh waves of pain shooting through her body, her efforts only serving to make Natasha's grip tighten.

"Hello, kotenok," Natasha's voice purred, a chilling contrast to Y/N's cries of pain. "Aren't you happy to see me?"

The words were a cruel taunt, an eerie reminder of the twisted connection that had bound Natasha to Y/N. As Y/N struggled, the pain in her hand intensifying, she managed to summon a surge of strength, pushing Natasha off and scrambling to her feet.

Ignoring the agony that radiated from her broken hand, Y/N stumbled forward, her steps unsteady as she resumed her frantic escape. She yelled back, her voice tinged with anger and fear, "I don't even know who the fuck you are!"

Natasha's laughter followed her, a haunting melody that seemed to merge with the rustling leaves. "Be careful, my little prey," Natasha's voice carried on the wind. "The forest is filled with traps, one worse than the other. I know where they are, but you don't. And I will catch you, no matter what."

Y/N's breathing was ragged, her heart pounding as she forced her body to keep moving. The forest seemed endless, the shadows closing in around her, the darkness itself becoming her adversary. The pain in her broken hand was a constant reminder of her vulnerability, the haunting echoes of Natasha's threats driving her onward.

With each step, Y/N's determination battled against the terror that threatened to consume her. Her thoughts were a chaotic whirlwind of desperation, her movements driven by a fierce instinct to survive. But as the forest stretched on, a labyrinth of darkness and danger, Y/N's hope wavered. The pursuit was unrelenting, a twisted dance of shadows that showed no mercy.

And as Y/N fled deeper into the woods, her ragged breaths and the relentless pursuit of an unseen predator became the haunting chorus of a nightmare that seemed to have no end.

Every gasping breath was a searing reminder of her desperation as Y/N Y/L/N fled through the labyrinthine forest. Her footsteps were erratic, her vision blurred by fear and exhaustion. She was a creature of instinct now, driven solely by the primal urge to escape the relentless danger that pursued her.

But as her feet carried her through the darkness, her escape was abruptly halted by a searing burst of pain. Agony shot through her as her foot landed on something solid, a force yanking her to the ground with a brutal force. She cried out, a piercing scream that echoed through the night as her ankle was ensnared in a cruel trap.

Tears blurred Y/N's vision as she struggled to comprehend the reality of her situation. The trap that held her was a grotesque contraption, chains interwoven with daggers that clung to her ankle like a vise, tightening with every futile attempt to escape. Blood dripped from the wound, mingling with the dirt and leaves beneath her.

Her trembling hands fumbled for the knife holster at her side, a desperate hope that she could free herself from this nightmare. But her heart sank as her fingers found only empty air – her knife had been lost in the chaos of her flight. Panic clawed at the edges of her mind as she realized the depth of her vulnerability.

Y/N's breath came in ragged gasps as she fought against the pain, her mind racing for a solution. She attempted to pull on the chain, but it only tightened further, the daggers digging deeper into her flesh. Tears streamed down her face, mingling with the dirt and sweat, her cries of agony a testament to the torment she endured.

In the haze of her suffering, a desperate idea formed. Ignoring the pain, Y/N forced herself onto her feet, determined to try and run. But with each step, the daggers embedded in the trap dug deeper, causing a fresh wave of agony to crash over her. She stumbled, her cries of pain echoing through the forest as she crashed to the ground once more.

The forest seemed to close in around her, a cruel reminder of her helplessness. Her body trembled, a mixture of exhaustion, pain, and terror coursing through her veins. The realization that escape was impossible settled over her like a suffocating blanket, snuffing out the last embers of hope.

In the shadows, Natasha Romanoff observed with a sinister satisfaction, her dark eyes glittering with sadistic pleasure. She watched as Y/N's struggles intensified, the girl's cries like music to her ears. She had orchestrated this intricate dance of pain and terror, her traps closing in around Y/N like a spider's web.

Y/N's torment was Natasha's triumph, a twisted testament to her obsession. The forest whispered its secrets, the darkness a canvas for Natasha's cruelty. She reveled in the power she held over Y/N, the thrill of watching the girl's spirit shatter under the weight of her own design.

As Y/N's cries filled the air, Natasha's laughter danced on the wind, a haunting melody that reverberated through the night. The hunt had reached its climax, and in this dance of shadows, Natasha held the strings, manipulating every step of the gruesome ballet that unfolded in the heart of the unforgiving woods.

Y/N's world seemed to collapse around her as the pain of her broken hand and the brutal trap overwhelmed her. Tears streamed down her face, mingling with dirt and blood as she sobbed from both the physical and emotional agony. Her voice was raw as she screamed into the night, her words a torrent of anger and desperation. "I did fucking nothing to deserve this! I got rid of the one fucking person who tortured me, and now this? What kind of a sick person are you?"

Through tear-blurred eyes, Y/N saw Natasha Romanoff approaching, a sadistic smirk dancing on her lips. Despite the pain that seared through her ankle and arm, Y/N's determination to fight remained unbroken. She lunged, her body propelled by sheer willpower, but Natasha evaded her with an almost casual grace, a gun suddenly in her hand.

The barrel of the gun was a menacing presence, and Y/N froze, her hands held up in surrender. Her heart pounded in her chest, a mixture of terror and defiance warring within her. Natasha's command, delivered in Russian, cut through the air like a blade. "Get down on your knees, pretty girl."

Y/N's breath hitched as she realized the cruel irony of her situation. The pain in her ankle was excruciating, every movement causing the daggers in the trap to dig deeper. But she had no choice – the threat of the gun and Natasha's sadistic pleasure left her no room for resistance. Slowly, painfully, she sank to her knees, a scream of agony escaping her lips as the movement intensified her suffering.

Her gaze locked onto Natasha's form, her eyes filled with confusion and a lingering spark of recognition. She spoke, her voice wavering with a mixture of fear and disbelief. "Why is the Black Widow trying to kill me? My dad was Hydra, yes, but I never had anything to do with it! I swear, I literally paid with torture for that from him every day!"

In a swift motion, Natasha lunged, pinning Y/N to the ground. Y/N's cries of pain filled the air as Natasha's weight pressed down on her, the world a blur of agony and confusion. Natasha's voice was a cold whisper against her ear, a chilling reminder of the power she held over Y/N. "You never ever refer to me as Black Widow. I am Natasha to you. Or Daddy. But we will get into that soon enough."

Y/N's sobs mingled with the forest's whispers, her fear and pain a symphony that echoed through the night. And then, Natasha's voice shifted, the words spoken in Russian. "I'm not here to kill you. I'm here to make you mine."

The declaration hung in the air like a weight, a realization that shattered Y/N's understanding of her tormentor. Confusion battled against fear, and Y/N's sobbing intensified as her mind struggled to process the implications of Natasha's words.

The darkness enveloped them, a shroud of uncertainty that masked Natasha's true intentions. Y/N's world had been upended, her pain and fear now overshadowed by the enigma of Natasha's presence. As Natasha loomed above her, a puppeteer pulling the strings of her fate, Y/N felt a new kind of terror take hold – the terror of the unknown, the terror of a future dictated by the whims of a woman whose motives remained shrouded in shadows.

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