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I will be working on the third part :)

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Sixth Sense - Part 2 ~ Natasha Romanoff

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x Reader

Genre: Fluff, Angst

Warnings: Foul Language, Fighting

Word Count: ~3.4K

Part 1 | Part 2

“What about now?“

"No…just no.”

“Ugh, I don’t get what I’m doing wrong!”

Natasha’s frustrated huff was received with a chuckle by Y/N, who tried burying her face against her pillow to muffle the noise, only to be whacked in the arm by the redhead.

“This sucks, you suck! I mean, who even invented this shit? Makes no logical sense at all.” Natasha refused to admit defeat so instead preferred condemning the game.

“It’s a kid’s game, Red.”

“Yeah, a very stupid one at that. Can I put this card over this one when they aren’t the same color? And what if they are the same color and the numbers don’t match? Can I add a +2 after you or not? You didn’t explain this well enough.” Natasha let her annoyance get the best of her and babbled all her words out at a speed far greater than what Y/N could ever pick up on.

Catching up on her misstep, she opened her mouth to apologize but when her remorseful eyes met her best friend’s all statements were lost.

“Why are you smiling at me like that?”

Y/N appeared to be caught off guard by the question, looking down at the bed covers under her and gulping dryly as she came up with an answer.

“I don’t think you have the mental capacity to play UNO.”

Natasha wasn’t expecting that, she huffed out in slight annoyance and nudged the chuckling Y/N in the leg before shoving the cards to the end of her bed and also laying down beside her best friend.

“Whatever. Gosh, I’m tired.” The red-head brought her arm up to cover her eyes, not noticing the dreamy gaze that had taken over Y/N’s eyes as she watched her.

“I’m on the lookout tonight, you can rest.”

Natasha furrowed her eyebrows and perched up, looking at the other girl with confusion, “You were on lookout duty yesterday, though. Tonight’s my night.”

“I was on lookout two days ago. Tonight’s my night.”

She quirks an eyebrow at the response, trying to backtrack her days to make sure she wasn’t being fibbed to.

“Y/N/N, are you trying to gaslight a master spy slash super hot assassin?”

Y/N’s lips tilted into a small smirk and she adjusted herself on the bed to be closer to Natasha.

Slowly lowering the redhead to lay on her arms, she began running her hand through Nat’s curls, making her, almost immediately, sigh in relaxation. “I don’t know, am I?” She whispered.

Natasha’s eyelids dropped and she couldn’t do anything but nod in response, enjoying the warmness that Y/N’s touch brought her.

She felt as if she was laying on clouds, “You’re comfy.” She confided quietly against Y/N’s chest, knowing the latter wouldn’t be able to hear her or read her lips.

Natasha slowly slipped further and further away from this reality, a peaceful dream world impatiently waiting for her. She was almost reaching it, when the steady scratches on her scalp were suddenly halted.

Groaning in resentment, she tilted her head, looking up to catch Y/N already watching her.

“Have you ever thought of escaping?”

The unexpected question made Natasha sit up with wide eyes and a fallen mouth, scooting away from Y/N as if the latter had stung her.

“What?”

Not missing the tension that suddenly filled the room, Y/N also sat up and faced her best friend, reaching forward to grasp the redhead’s hand in her own.

“I just…I wa-why don’t w-” she cut off her stuttering with an annoyed sigh and played with Natasha’s fingers as she thought her words through. It didn’t matter how much time had passed nor how low long the two had been best friends…even nowadays at almost eighteen, Y/N would find herself nervous at Natasha’s more serious gazes.

“I don’t want to fight or kill anyone else, Nat. I don’t wanna hear stupid Madam B talking about Animal Planet again and I definitely don’t want to pretend like I don’t know you when there are other people around.” The desperation for something more was presented in her strained voice and furrowed eyebrows.

She clenched Natasha’s hand tightly as she spoke her next words, “I like you, Natasha. Why don’t we escape together and live freely? Just you and me.”

Needless to say, Natasha was caught off guard by the abrupt speech, having never heard such a narrative coming from Y/N before.

She pulled her hand away from her best friend’s and drew it up to feel Y/N’s head, searching for bumps.

“Did you hit your head when we invaded that warehouse some hours ago?” The question was genuine and the worry was obvious in Natasha’s gaze but Y/N only rolled her eyes and looked out the window of their hotel room.

Their graduating ceremony was almost here so they both had joked about this being their last chance at gathering the best possible youth memories. After that, they’d constantly be shipped around the world to accomplish mission after mission and God knows how lucky they’d have to be paired up on missions as frequently as they had been until now.

Paris didn’t seem to be too bad of an option for their last night together as teens. All they had to do was infiltrate a governmental warehouse that stored several classified documents. They were in and out in an hour without being seen, experience and skill making them as smooth with the operation as possible.

Tomorrow they’d be going back to Russia and Y/N saw this as her last chance to set things straight with Natasha.

She breathed in some air and suddenly faced the redhead again, “Tell me you don’t like me, Nat. Look me in the eyes and tell me that.” Her tone, as well as her usually soft gaze, were suddenly more strict and tense.

“I don’t lik-” Her sentence was interrupted when Y/N suddenly gripped both of her cheeks and turned her head to make her look at her.

“Look at me when you lie.” She whispered, clenching her jaw in what seemed to be irritation but also pain.

Natasha could read her too well. Every little expression on Y/N’s face, that had once appeared so bland and monotonous to her, was now a myriad of feelings, thoughts, and emotions.

Her gaze fell to stare at her best friend’s lips and she slowly found herself leaning in.

Gosh, the countless times she had wished to just let go of her fears and take those lips into her own. Taste them. See if they were as soft as they looked.

Natasha thought about what it would be like. To run away from the organization. Find herself a normal job and live a common life without worrying about whether she’d make it out alive tomorrow or not.

And then she pictured Y/N by her side.

“Just the two of us?” She whispered out, lost in the moment and looking for Y/N to guide her through the darkness.

“You and me, Red.” The latter replied with nothing but sincerity in her gaze.

Natasha couldn’t help but smile at the images that filled her head, reaching forward to gently cup the back of Y/N’s neck.

She was about to fully lean in and meet her best friend’s lips when something poked her thumb. Y/N was too caught up in the interaction to realize what was going on, but Natasha knew fully well what she was touching. The sharp little disk at the back of the other girl’s neck…a tracking device.

The one Dreykov would use to locate and capture them. He’d get them back- even if he had to use all of his Widows to do so.

He’d torture them and kill them. Parade their bodies around the Red Room as a lesson for every other girl.

’You escape, you die. This is your aquarium, trying to leave it will only result in you choking to death’

So Natasha pulled away at the last second and cleared her throat before looking away. Her gaze fell on the UNO cards at the end of the bed.

“Can’t we just go back to playing cards? This is our last real night as teens so why do we need to ruin it?”

Y/N was, visibly, caught completely off guard. Her eyes were almost fully closed since she was ready to be swept off her feet with a kiss that would take her breath away, so she didn’t fully catch Natasha’s words.

“W-what?” She stuttered out.

Natasha suddenly huffed and stood from the bed, marching from one side of the room to the other. Conflicted emotions shone brightly on her face.

She suddenly stopped and turned to Y/N with a clenched jaw and furrowed eyebrows.

“Listen, I accept whatever you are but you have no right to push your agenda on me and try to manipulate me into doing something as reckless as even thinking about escaping.”

The room was bathed in silence as Y/N tried to assimilate and think Natasha’s words through.

The redhead was emotional and her words came out fast, lips blurring together into an incomprehensible mess that she couldn’t read.

After the secret was revealed, Natasha was pretty quick to adapt to Y/N’s disability, even in an environment as unhelpful as the Red Room.

Whenever it was just the two of them, she’d articulate her words precisely, while making sure to not look like a clown like she did the first time she had tried doing that.

When they were surrounded by people and Natasha noticed the small hint of fear flashing through Y/N’s eyes whenever she didn’t understand something, she would sneakily and silently guide her back into clarity. Be it with little gestures, nudges, and sometimes even full-on encrypted messages.

Right now, though, unlike all of those times, Natasha seemed to be too caught up in her emotions, rolling her eyes in anger when Y/N asked her to repeat herself.

“Fucking hell, Y/N!” Natasha gripped her hair in frustration and approached the girl. She tapped Y/N’s chest a bit more forcefully than she initially intended to, “You.” “And me?” Natasha tapped her own chest before shaking her head, “Never gonna happen. Did you catch that?”

“Why are you treating me like I’m a fucking moron?” Y/N squinted her eyes in pure confusion and discomfort.

Natasha snickered, “Because you are acting like one! Thinking we could be a thing and then asking me to run away with you? I mean, where are we? Hollywood Boulevard? We are not in a fairy tale, Y/N. We belong to the Red Room so you better start fucking accepting that. Control your feelings and act like the damn top-class student you are. ‘Cause I’m done playing pretend with you. I’m done acting like everything is alright between us when we both know you have feelings for me and can’t control yourself. I. Am. Done.” Natasha asserted everything in one quick breath, not caring that Y/N wouldn’t have picked up on every single word she said, and collected her jacket and duffel bag from the floor.

Without looking back at her best friend, she snatched her weapons from the chair they had been set in and bolted out the door.

_________

The next time Natasha saw her friend was three weeks after their fight at the hotel.

Y/N seemed to be avoiding her like the plague but it’s not like the redhead had foreseen any other reaction from her…she just hoped, deep down, they could miraculously continue being friends, despite recognizing very well how much of an asshole she had been.

Life went on for both of them.

They were both sent on two separate missions, and by the time Natasha arrived, she was rushed into the training grounds.

The test for her ceremony had begun.

Killing the man was harder than she originally thought and then fighting the super soldier was no easy task either. Natasha convinced herself that if she let go now, she could end all the suffering in her life.

But Madam B knew her far too well to not know when she wasn’t committing 100% to a fight.

Natasha won and, in the blink of an eye, found herself strapped to a gurney with numerous nurses scrambling around her as she was being transported down a lengthy hallway.

The procedure left her alone with her subconscious for some hours.

When she woke up again, this time without her reproductive organs, she found herself already wanting to give up on the new life she had just started.

“I should’ve taken up on your offer to run.” The drugs still present in her system turned her mind foggy and made her smile sloppily at Y/N, who had been sitting on the ground beside the infirmary bed and holding onto her hand for the past three hours.

The Y/E/C eyed girl didn’t want to risk being discerned by one of the guards or the nurses doing their rounds, so the best solution was just ducking out of sight and hiding whenever someone came in.

“I’m not here to talk,” Y/N commented shortly and coldly.

“Yeah, why are you here then? I haven’t seen you in weeks.”

Natasha would have known the answer to her question if she wasn’t drugged out of her mind.

They had both been fearing this procedure for a while now and swore to be there for each other when the time came. So, when Y/N arrived back from her mission, bloody and exhausted, her feet seemed to form a mind of their own and she made her way to her friend.

That didn’t mean she wasn’t mad or disappointed, though, so she stayed quiet, ignoring the way Natasha squeezing her hand to get her attention brought butterflies to her stomach or the way such action made her rethink the redhead’s words from the other day.

“Your hair is surprisingly fluffy for the shit soap they give us here.” Natasha’s free hand suddenly met Y/N’s head.

The girl leaned forward and buried her nose in her best friend’s curly hair, loving the comforting but fresh scent Y/N always seemed to carry. The latter had been using braids for the past few days because of her mission, so it was normal for her hair to have more volume.

Natasha didn’t seem to pick up on this fact, though. “Very curly hair.” She commented with a surprised hum.

“And you always smell very good which is unfair to us common mortals.”

“Shut it, Natasha.” Y/N hissed out, not amused by the antics. If the drugged girl proceeded with her spurs, guards would be bursting through the doors any second now.

“Oh dear lord! God of fluffy hair and good smells-” the redhead was almost shouting, employing every trick in her books to get Y/N’s attention.

“-Natasha shut up!” Y/N whisper-shouted, pulling on Natasha’s arm.

“Please, bring back what was once mine and give me my best friend’s attention back! I was an ass and deserve puni-” Natasha’s loud exclamations were cut off by a hand that was suddenly clasped to her mouth, keeping her silent.

Now standing, Y/N seemed a bit more amused, rolling her eyes and looking away in an attempt to hide the growing smile on her face.

“You’re such an idiot.” She grumbled, peaking at the window of the room to see if Natasha had caused any commotion.

Not catching any unusual behavior in the empty hallways, Y/N turned back to Natasha and suddenly noticed the way she was already watching her with pure admiration and love in her green eyes.

Y/N let her go and tilted her head with curiosity, wanting to see what her best friend would do.

“I’m in love with you, Y/N.”

This considerably dampened Y/N’s mood, “What?”

“I love you with my whole being and I want to live with you and have kids and a cat and maybe a turtle an-”

Natasha was cut off by the other girl, “-No, no, no.” Y/N repeatedly shook her head, a deep frown taking over her face as her posture tensed up.

“Yes, Y/-” Natasha ignored the pain that coursed through her entire body to sit up and reach forward to cup Y/N’s cheek, only to have her hand slapped away.

“-No, no. Natasha, I get that you’re drugged but you’re being mean.”

“Y/N, I’m telling you the truth, let’s leave this place. Let-”

Once again, Natasha was cut off.

The redhead’s words seemed to be too much for Y/N. She shook her head again and backed away from the bed, “-Stop, stop it!”

She stared at the redhead with teary eyes and this appeared to be more than enough to bring Natasha back to her senses.

“I’ve been telling you that I like you since we were thirteen. You and I both know that I meant it romantically but you always brushed it off as a simple platonic comment. So you can’t just tell me those words after the one time you royally fuck up. I understand that you may not feel the same way, but using my feelings as leverage to make me forgive you is just mean.” Y/N finished her sentence with a hard glare on her face and used the sleeve of her uncomfortable spy suit to wipe away the tears rolling down her cheeks.

“Y/N…I’m so sorry.” A now much more serious and honest-looking Natasha spoke up, tears also filling her eyes.

She opened her mouth to continue her apology but her best friend beat her to it.

“I don’t wanna hear it while you’re like this. You’re gonna heal and during that time you better start making up a god damn good apology inside that head of yours to make me forgive you. In the meantime, you stay quiet and go back to sleep.” Y/N sniffled, once again whipping her tears with her sleeves and crouching down to sit on the floor. She silently held her hand out between them.

Natasha couldn’t help the small teary smile that reached her face at the action and interlaced their fingers.

She knew she had messed up…but she also knew she could fix it. She was going to fix it.

Natasha did as told and spent the week where she was bedridden because of the vasectomy coming up with the best apology she could muster.

She was discharged on Friday and Y/N had left for a mission one day before that, leaving Natasha an apprehensive mess while she waited for her return.

Unfortunately, Natasha was dispatched on a mission a week later, on the same Monday that Y/N arrived from her mission.

The redhead cursed her luck at their misaligned schedules, reevaluating her apology over and over again as she infiltrated the building where her mission was about to take place.

Fate appeared to have different agendas for the two girls, though, because that day Natasha would find herself face to face with the one and only, Clint Barton.

The man who offered her a getaway out of the world she was imprisoned in all her life. He gave her a second chance at life, an opening to redeem herself and make up for all the wrongs she had brought about.

He assured her she wouldn’t have to look back on this part of her life…that she could leave it all behind and move on to create a better future.

And Natasha accepted his propositions and surrender.

As the cuffed redhead strode inside the unfamiliar jet that would bring her to the United States and took a curious look around, Y/N opened her eyes for the first time after her vasectomy and also took a curious look around the familiar medical room she was laying in.

“Wakey, wakey, Y/N.”

She anticipated a mop of red crouching beside her bed and smiling up at her but instead found Madam B and Dreykov surrounded by armed escorts.

They didn’t look too pleased and readily dismissed her anguished cries, unhooking her from the machines and roughly hauling her across the Red Room towards Draykov’s office.

They shackled her to an uncomfortable wooden chair and sat in front of her, letting one of the guards hold a knife to her face.

“Now…what can you tell us about Natasha Romanoff?”

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maya-eden · 2 years

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Sixth Sense - Part 2 ~ Natasha Romanoff

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x Reader

Genre: Fluff, Angst

Warnings: Foul Language, Fighting

Word Count: ~3.4K

Part 1 | Part 2

"What about now?"

"No...just no."

"Ugh, I don't get what I'm doing wrong!"

Natasha's frustrated huff was received with a chuckle by Y/N, who tried burying her face against her pillow to muffle the noise, only to be whacked in the arm by the redhead.

"This sucks, you suck! I mean, who even invented this shit? Makes no logical sense at all." Natasha refused to admit defeat so instead preferred condemning the game.

"It's a kid's game, Red."

"Yeah, a very stupid one at that. Can I put this card over this one when they aren't the same color? And what if they are the same color and the numbers don't match? Can I add a +2 after you or not? You didn't explain this well enough." Natasha let her annoyance get the best of her and babbled all her words out at a speed far greater than what Y/N could ever pick up on.

Catching up on her misstep, she opened her mouth to apologize but when her remorseful eyes met her best friend's all statements were lost.

"Why are you smiling at me like that?"

Y/N appeared to be caught off guard by the question, looking down at the bed covers under her and gulping dryly as she came up with an answer.

"I don't think you have the mental capacity to play UNO."

Natasha wasn't expecting that, she huffed out in slight annoyance and nudged the chuckling Y/N in the leg before shoving the cards to the end of her bed and also laying down beside her best friend.

"Whatever. Gosh, I'm tired." The red-head brought her arm up to cover her eyes, not noticing the dreamy gaze that had taken over Y/N's eyes as she watched her.

"I'm on the lookout tonight, you can rest."

Natasha furrowed her eyebrows and perched up, looking at the other girl with confusion, "You were on lookout duty yesterday, though. Tonight's my night."

"I was on lookout two days ago. Tonight's my night."

She quirks an eyebrow at the response, trying to backtrack her days to make sure she wasn't being fibbed to.

"Y/N/N, are you trying to gaslight a master spy slash super hot assassin?"

Y/N's lips tilted into a small smirk and she adjusted herself on the bed to be closer to Natasha.

Slowly lowering the redhead to lay on her arms, she began running her hand through Nat's curls, making her, almost immediately, sigh in relaxation. "I don't know, am I?" She whispered.

Natasha's eyelids dropped and she couldn't do anything but nod in response, enjoying the warmness that Y/N's touch brought her.

She felt as if she was laying on clouds, "You're comfy." She confided quietly against Y/N's chest, knowing the latter wouldn't be able to hear her or read her lips.

Groaning in resentment, she tilted her head, looking up to catch Y/N already watching her.

"Have you ever thought of escaping?"

The unexpected question made Natasha sit up with wide eyes and a fallen mouth, scooting away from Y/N as if the latter had stung her.

"What?"

Not missing the tension that suddenly filled the room, Y/N also sat up and faced her best friend, reaching forward to grasp the redhead's hand in her own.

"I just...I wa-why don't w-" she cut off her stuttering with an annoyed sigh and played with Natasha's fingers as she thought her words through. It didn't matter how much time had passed nor how low long the two had been best friends...even nowadays at almost eighteen, Y/N would find herself nervous at Natasha's more serious gazes.

"I don't want to fight or kill anyone else, Nat. I don't wanna hear stupid Madam B talking about Animal Planet again and I definitely don't want to pretend like I don't know you when there are other people around." The desperation for something more was presented in her strained voice and furrowed eyebrows.

She clenched Natasha's hand tightly as she spoke her next words, "I like you, Natasha. Why don't we escape together and live freely? Just you and me."

Needless to say, Natasha was caught off guard by the abrupt speech, having never heard such a narrative coming from Y/N before.

She pulled her hand away from her best friend's and drew it up to feel Y/N's head, searching for bumps.

"Did you hit your head when we invaded that warehouse some hours ago?" The question was genuine and the worry was obvious in Natasha's gaze but Y/N only rolled her eyes and looked out the window of their hotel room.

Their graduating ceremony was almost here so they both had joked about this being their last chance at gathering the best possible youth memories. After that, they'd constantly be shipped around the world to accomplish mission after mission and God knows how lucky they'd have to be paired up on missions as frequently as they had been until now.

Paris didn't seem to be too bad of an option for their last night together as teens. All they had to do was infiltrate a governmental warehouse that stored several classified documents. They were in and out in an hour without being seen, experience and skill making them as smooth with the operation as possible.

Tomorrow they'd be going back to Russia and Y/N saw this as her last chance to set things straight with Natasha.

She breathed in some air and suddenly faced the redhead again, "Tell me you don't like me, Nat. Look me in the eyes and tell me that." Her tone, as well as her usually soft gaze, were suddenly more strict and tense.

"I don't lik-" Her sentence was interrupted when Y/N suddenly gripped both of her cheeks and turned her head to make her look at her.

"Look at me when you lie." She whispered, clenching her jaw in what seemed to be irritation but also pain.

Natasha could read her too well. Every little expression on Y/N's face, that had once appeared so bland and monotonous to her, was now a myriad of feelings, thoughts, and emotions.

Her gaze fell to stare at her best friend's lips and she slowly found herself leaning in.

Gosh, the countless times she had wished to just let go of her fears and take those lips into her own. Taste them. See if they were as soft as they looked.

Natasha thought about what it would be like. To run away from the organization. Find herself a normal job and live a common life without worrying about whether she'd make it out alive tomorrow or not.

And then she pictured Y/N by her side.

"Just the two of us?" She whispered out, lost in the moment and looking for Y/N to guide her through the darkness.

"You and me, Red." The latter replied with nothing but sincerity in her gaze.

Natasha couldn't help but smile at the images that filled her head, reaching forward to gently cup the back of Y/N's neck.

She was about to fully lean in and meet her best friend's lips when something poked her thumb. Y/N was too caught up in the interaction to realize what was going on, but Natasha knew fully well what she was touching. The sharp little disk at the back of the other girl's neck...a tracking device.

The one Dreykov would use to locate and capture them. He'd get them back- even if he had to use all of his Widows to do so.

He'd torture them and kill them. Parade their bodies around the Red Room as a lesson for every other girl.

'You escape, you die. This is your aquarium, trying to leave it will only result in you choking to death'

So Natasha pulled away at the last second and cleared her throat before looking away. Her gaze fell on the UNO cards at the end of the bed.

"Can't we just go back to playing cards? This is our last real night as teens so why do we need to ruin it?"

Y/N was, visibly, caught completely off guard. Her eyes were almost fully closed since she was ready to be swept off her feet with a kiss that would take her breath away, so she didn't fully catch Natasha's words.

"W-what?" She stuttered out.

Natasha suddenly huffed and stood from the bed, marching from one side of the room to the other. Conflicted emotions shone brightly on her face.

She suddenly stopped and turned to Y/N with a clenched jaw and furrowed eyebrows.

"Listen, I accept whatever you are but you have no right to push your agenda on me and try to manipulate me into doing something as reckless as even thinking about escaping."

The room was bathed in silence as Y/N tried to assimilate and think Natasha's words through.

The redhead was emotional and her words came out fast, lips blurring together into an incomprehensible mess that she couldn't read.

After the secret was revealed, Natasha was pretty quick to adapt to Y/N's disability, even in an environment as unhelpful as the Red Room.

Whenever it was just the two of them, she'd articulate her words precisely, while making sure to not look like a clown like she did the first time she had tried doing that.

When they were surrounded by people and Natasha noticed the small hint of fear flashing through Y/N's eyes whenever she didn't understand something, she would sneakily and silently guide her back into clarity. Be it with little gestures, nudges, and sometimes even full-on encrypted messages.

Right now, though, unlike all of those times, Natasha seemed to be too caught up in her emotions, rolling her eyes in anger when Y/N asked her to repeat herself.

"Fucking hell, Y/N!" Natasha gripped her hair in frustration and approached the girl. She tapped Y/N's chest a bit more forcefully than she initially intended to, "You." "And me?" Natasha tapped her own chest before shaking her head, "Never gonna happen. Did you catch that?"

"Why are you treating me like I'm a fucking moron?" Y/N squinted her eyes in pure confusion and discomfort.

Natasha snickered, "Because you are acting like one! Thinking we could be a thing and then asking me to run away with you? I mean, where are we? Hollywood Boulevard? We are not in a fairy tale, Y/N. We belong to the Red Room so you better start fucking accepting that. Control your feelings and act like the damn top-class student you are. 'Cause I'm done playing pretend with you. I'm done acting like everything is alright between us when we both know you have feelings for me and can't control yourself. I. Am. Done." Natasha asserted everything in one quick breath, not caring that Y/N wouldn't have picked up on every single word she said, and collected her jacket and duffel bag from the floor.

Without looking back at her best friend, she snatched her weapons from the chair they had been set in and bolted out the door.

_________

The next time Natasha saw her friend was three weeks after their fight at the hotel.

Y/N seemed to be avoiding her like the plague but it's not like the redhead had foreseen any other reaction from her...she just hoped, deep down, they could miraculously continue being friends, despite recognizing very well how much of an asshole she had been.

Life went on for both of them.

They were both sent on two separate missions, and by the time Natasha arrived, she was rushed into the training grounds.

The test for her ceremony had begun.

But Madam B knew her far too well to not know when she wasn't committing 100% to a fight.

Natasha won and, in the blink of an eye, found herself strapped to a gurney with numerous nurses scrambling around her as she was being transported down a lengthy hallway.

The procedure left her alone with her subconscious for some hours.

When she woke up again, this time without her reproductive organs, she found herself already wanting to give up on the new life she had just started.

"I should've taken up on your offer to run." The drugs still present in her system turned her mind foggy and made her smile sloppily at Y/N, who had been sitting on the ground beside the infirmary bed and holding onto her hand for the past three hours.

The Y/E/C eyed girl didn't want to risk being discerned by one of the guards or the nurses doing their rounds, so the best solution was just ducking out of sight and hiding whenever someone came in.

"I'm not here to talk," Y/N commented shortly and coldly.

"Yeah, why are you here then? I haven't seen you in weeks."

Natasha would have known the answer to her question if she wasn't drugged out of her mind.

That didn't mean she wasn't mad or disappointed, though, so she stayed quiet, ignoring the way Natasha squeezing her hand to get her attention brought butterflies to her stomach or the way such action made her rethink the redhead's words from the other day.

"Your hair is surprisingly fluffy for the shit soap they give us here." Natasha's free hand suddenly met Y/N's head.

The girl leaned forward and buried her nose in her best friend's curly hair, loving the comforting but fresh scent Y/N always seemed to carry. The latter had been using braids for the past few days because of her mission, so it was normal for her hair to have more volume.

Natasha didn't seem to pick up on this fact, though. "Very curly hair." She commented with a surprised hum.

"And you always smell very good which is unfair to us common mortals."

"Shut it, Natasha." Y/N hissed out, not amused by the antics. If the drugged girl proceeded with her spurs, guards would be bursting through the doors any second now.

"Oh dear lord! God of fluffy hair and good smells-" the redhead was almost shouting, employing every trick in her books to get Y/N's attention.

"-Natasha shut up!" Y/N whisper-shouted, pulling on Natasha's arm.

"Please, bring back what was once mine and give me my best friend's attention back! I was an ass and deserve puni-" Natasha's loud exclamations were cut off by a hand that was suddenly clasped to her mouth, keeping her silent.

Now standing, Y/N seemed a bit more amused, rolling her eyes and looking away in an attempt to hide the growing smile on her face.

"You're such an idiot." She grumbled, peaking at the window of the room to see if Natasha had caused any commotion.

Not catching any unusual behavior in the empty hallways, Y/N turned back to Natasha and suddenly noticed the way she was already watching her with pure admiration and love in her green eyes.

Y/N let her go and tilted her head with curiosity, wanting to see what her best friend would do.

"I'm in love with you, Y/N."

This considerably dampened Y/N's mood, "What?"

"I love you with my whole being and I want to live with you and have kids and a cat and maybe a turtle an-"

Natasha was cut off by the other girl, "-No, no, no." Y/N repeatedly shook her head, a deep frown taking over her face as her posture tensed up.

"Yes, Y/-" Natasha ignored the pain that coursed through her entire body to sit up and reach forward to cup Y/N's cheek, only to have her hand slapped away.

"-No, no. Natasha, I get that you're drugged but you're being mean."

"Y/N, I'm telling you the truth, let's leave this place. Let-"

Once again, Natasha was cut off.

The redhead's words seemed to be too much for Y/N. She shook her head again and backed away from the bed, "-Stop, stop it!"

She stared at the redhead with teary eyes and this appeared to be more than enough to bring Natasha back to her senses.

"I've been telling you that I like you since we were thirteen. You and I both know that I meant it romantically but you always brushed it off as a simple platonic comment. So you can't just tell me those words after the one time you royally fuck up. I understand that you may not feel the same way, but using my feelings as leverage to make me forgive you is just mean." Y/N finished her sentence with a hard glare on her face and used the sleeve of her uncomfortable spy suit to wipe away the tears rolling down her cheeks.

"Y/N...I'm so sorry." A now much more serious and honest-looking Natasha spoke up, tears also filling her eyes.

She opened her mouth to continue her apology but her best friend beat her to it.

"I don't wanna hear it while you're like this. You're gonna heal and during that time you better start making up a god damn good apology inside that head of yours to make me forgive you. In the meantime, you stay quiet and go back to sleep." Y/N sniffled, once again whipping her tears with her sleeves and crouching down to sit on the floor. She silently held her hand out between them.

Natasha couldn't help the small teary smile that reached her face at the action and interlaced their fingers.

She knew she had messed up...but she also knew she could fix it. She was going to fix it.

Natasha did as told and spent the week where she was bedridden because of the vasectomy coming up with the best apology she could muster.

She was discharged on Friday and Y/N had left for a mission one day before that, leaving Natasha an apprehensive mess while she waited for her return.

Unfortunately, Natasha was dispatched on a mission a week later, on the same Monday that Y/N arrived from her mission.

The redhead cursed her luck at their misaligned schedules, reevaluating her apology over and over again as she infiltrated the building where her mission was about to take place.

Fate appeared to have different agendas for the two girls, though, because that day Natasha would find herself face to face with the one and only, Clint Barton.

He assured her she wouldn't have to look back on this part of her life...that she could leave it all behind and move on to create a better future.

And Natasha accepted his propositions and surrender.

"Wakey, wakey, Y/N."

She anticipated a mop of red crouching beside her bed and smiling up at her but instead found Madam B and Dreykov surrounded by armed escorts.

They didn't look too pleased and readily dismissed her anguished cries, unhooking her from the machines and roughly hauling her across the Red Room towards Draykov's office.

They shackled her to an uncomfortable wooden chair and sat in front of her, letting one of the guards hold a knife to her face.

"Now...what can you tell us about Natasha Romanoff?"

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Sixth Sense - Part 1 ~ Natasha Romanoff

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x Reader

Genre: Angst, Fluff

Warnings: Blood, Physical Fights, Red Room

Word Count: ~4.3K

Summary: In which Natasha Romanoff discovers the secret of her N° 1 enemy in the Red Room, Y/N Y/L/N.

Part 1 | Part 2

Natasha liked believing she was born with a sharp sixth sense.

How would she have survived in this world without one, after all?

From having been abandoned by her mother as a baby, to being kidnapped and forced into an assassination program...only the strong and intelligent people would make it out alive.

Natasha knew this, having grown desensitized to the sight of little girls, who simply didn't have that fighting instinct, being murdered within their first hours at the organization.

She hated to admit it but she became softer on the first-ever mission she was sent to.

Along with three other agents, they needed to play the role of a perfect family that had moved to the United States in hopes of living a better life.

Natasha was the older daughter, and Yelena was the youngest. Alexei and Melina played the parents.

The redhead understood that it was all a facade- an act that would end as soon as Alexei managed to steal enough information from the American government.

But Yelena didn't know this. For her this was real- her real life and her real family.

So who could blame Natasha for caring about the blonde girl?

The little shine that would appear in her eyes whenever she was happy and her wholehearted laugh was enough to twist the strings of anyone's heart.

So she grew protective of her and began seeing her as a little sister.

It was a mistake.

She let herself feel emotions. Let herself fall into the sickly trap that was love.

Yelena and her were ripped apart from each other the minute the mission ended and they were sent back to the Red Room.

All they had left to remind each other of the existence of the other were little polaroid pictures that they hid from the guards upon inspection.

A lot of things had changed inside the organization ever since Natasha had left.

The air felt different when she stepped inside the dorms again and everyone turned to look at her.

Everyone but one person.

Natasha had never seen her before.

Perfect Y/H/C hair that was softly brushed back, well-structured face, perfect lips, and unflawed skin.

She was gorgeous.

The kind of girl that Madam B always kept an eye on. The kind of girl that would later become a perfect, irresistible agent.

She laid on her bed with crossed legs and kept her gaze fixed on the book resting in her lap. The bored expression on her face let Natasha know she couldn't care less about her arrival and the red-head felt something brewing at the end of her stomach because of it.

As if sensing the redhead's eyes on her, the new girl raised her gaze and the two made eye contact. Green met Y/E/C and Natasha felt her breath being caught up in her throat.

She had never felt this way towards anyone before.

So, as she moved to her bed, who just so happened to be beside the new girl and the latter went back to her reading as if nothing had happened, Natasha made up her mind.

This weird feeling was her sixth sense alerting her.

The new girl was bad news.

Natasha was to stay away from her.

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Y/N.

Y/N Y/L/N was her name.

Natasha learned that on her second day back at the Red Room.

Along with that, she discovered that the girl was Madam B's new favorite puppy, as she had foreseen.

She was impossibly quiet, never uttering any words other than when she was addressing the teachers.

She didn't seem to have any friends, keeping everyone within arm's length of herself.

'Stuck up' was the thought that invaded Natasha's mind upon noticing this.

Every day that went by, the redhead picked up on more little things that made her dislike the other girl more and more.

Starting with the fact that Y/N stole her place as the top student in every class.

Now, Natasha struggled to keep up with the new girl and exhausted herself trying to surpass her.

The rules of the Red Room were simple.

You either die at the hands of the best or become the best to not get killed.

Natasha wasn't too sure she was the best anymore and that made her fists tighten in hidden anxiety and fear.

Thankfully though, Madam B didn't seem too keen on pairing Natasha and Y/N up and the two girls always had the upper hand in fights with other girls.

This is why the days passed, and then weeks, months, and years.

Natasha and Y/N were there to notice several girls coming and going. They didn't flinch back at the killings that happened around them, nor did they hesitate when it was their time to get their hands dirty.

At fifteen years old, they were known as the most promising students in the program. Rumor around the academy was that they'd soon be sent on missions along with the senior agents.

Being the top students provided them with privileges that had the rest of the girls' side eyeing them.

More portions of food, warmer clothes in the winter, and more water during the summer. They were even allowed an extra five minutes in the showers.

Everything to make the other students hate their guts with jealousy - it was a play that was pretty on the nose from the Red Room's part- the more they despised them the harder they worked to steal their places.

It all culminated in the meetings organized at the end of every two weeks. Where two girls would fight to the death.

"You need to have the killer instinct to survive out in the real world. Always be aware of the danger that surrounds you. Attack before you're attacked. Kill before getting killed." Madam B, who had been taking small, confident strides around the room, suddenly halted on her steps and faced Natasha as she spoke her next words.

"Being a leopard doesn't matter when the lion is around."

Natasha clenched her jaw and directed a tense gaze at Y/N, who sat a few rows down. As always, the latter seemed to not even be following the teacher's speech. Bland, almost uninterested, expression covering her face.

It made Natasha's blood boil and Madam B seemed to pick up on this, a smirk soon growing on her face.

"Doesn't mean the leopard will lose, though. It all depends on what each prey will make of its environment."

'Sheesh, this one has been watching a lot of Animal Planet recently.' Y/N thought, masking her squinted eyes with a look around the room.

She felt a piercing gaze on her and turned to find Natasha looking at her. If looks could kill, she'd been six feet under.

"Natasha." The room seemed to still as Natasha broke eye contact and Y/N noticed the other girls around her getting their breaths caught up in their throats.

Anyone who faced Natasha lost. Everyone there knew this.

The red-head gracefully stood from her seat and joined Madam B on the fighting mats.

She was confident and her chest puffed with pride, fully knowing she could take down anyone her professor threw at her.

"Y/N."

Several silent gasps echoed around the room and Natasha felt her optimistic act crumbling.

She turned to Madam B with furrowed eyebrows, clearly confused, but the woman only continued smirking.

This was it. There could only be one best student. Madam B was throwing away the useless.

Y/N stood up with as much gracefulness as Natasha had. Her steps didn't make any noise as they hit the ground and her expressions didn't falter. She looked as confident as she always was during these fights.

Natasha, once again, felt her blood boiling.

'She thinks she can take me?' The redhead inwardly shook her head.

"Good luck." Madam B didn't give them any further instruction, walking away from the mat and crossing her arms in front of her chest. The unnerving amusement swam in her eyes like she was a roman emperor watching a gladiator fight. Like this was meant purely for her selfish entertainment.

Y/N raised an eyebrow at her weird behavior, tilting her head ever so slightly in thought.

Picking up on Y/N's seemingly distracted state, Natasha took advantage of her situation after deciding she'd rather not mess with her odds.

Her wrist flared up in the air with crippling precision, directed at Y/N's chin. One hit and the girl would be knocked out. Then, Natasha just needed to finish the job.

She thought she had it down. She wasn't going to die today.

Until, milliseconds before her hit met the other girl's face, a hand suddenly shot up and caught her fist.

Y/N's eyes were still stuck on Madam B when she intercepted the hit.

But upon feeling Natasha trying to pull her hand away from her hold, her head tilted to face the redhead and her hand tightened around the latter.

She smiled ever so slightly and Natasha, once again, felt her blood boiling.

Deciding she needed to act, the redhead tripped Y/N and sent punch after punch at her face.

The girl managed to swerve and ignore every single move from Natasha, backing away as the redhead advanced.

When the heel of her foot touched the edge of the mat, Y/N knew she had to act. Whoever stepped outside during the fighting lost and was executed.

'Is that your plan? Throwing me off?' Y/N raised an eyebrow at Natasha and, once again, caught the redhead's wrist when the latter went for a punch.

This time, Y/N didn't let Natasha go for another hit. Instead, she twisted her arm and when the redhead instinctively leaned forward on her steps, Y/N wrapped her leg around her waist and did a butterfly kick.

Her move sent Natasha flying to the other side of the mattress and Y/N didn't waste a single second, falling forward to drape her legs around Natasha's hips, strapping the redhead down and hurling a punch at her cheek.

Used to dismiss the pain, Natasha only gave Y/N momentum to punch her one more time before she was locking her ankle in with her leg and tossing her off.

She jerked up and delivered a brutal kick to Y/N's face when the latter tried to also stand from the floor.

Blood immediately burst from the girl's nose and Natasha readily ignored it, stepping on her wrist and kicking her in the ribs with her free leg.

No sound was heard from Y/N as she tried to rid her wrist of Natasha's grip, no evidence whatsoever that she was in pain.

That's what Madam B enjoyed so much about her. Y/N was a master at masking her emotions.

It enraged Natasha profoundly. She'd have anyone screaming and begging for their lives in seconds- so why did Y/N have to be persistent?

It was her turn to straddle Y/N's waist and tighten her tights around her waist to not let her escape.

This time her punches weren't intercepted and each hit echoed louder and louder around the room.

Natasha's eyes widened considerably at the smile that suddenly appeared on Y/N's face after a particularly rough punch to the temple.

'Did I break her?' Natasha asked herself, halting her moves when her eyes met Y/N's and the two stared at each other.

Natasha felt herself being pulled into the enticing gaze.

So much so that all words left her head when the bloodied girl suddenly raised her head from the floor and leaned in so their faces were impossibly close to each other.

She let herself be approached and when warm, soft hands suddenly wrapped around her closed fists, instead of pulling back and punching again, she felt herself flush for the first time in her life.

That was all Y/N needed to push Natasha away, twirl her legs in the air and wrap both tights around the redhead's neck.

Natasha's eyes widened again as she put the pieces together in her mind. She had just been tricking with the oldest trick in the Red Room rules.

Seduction as a means of aggression.

'Gosh, how fucking embarrassing!' At that moment she stopped struggling to free herself.

If she had fallen for this, she wasn't worthy as a Black Widow.

So Natasha's green eyes slowly closed and her mouth fell open as the air slowly left her lungs.

The last thing she remembered seeing was the reassuring Y/E/C gaze on her.

How ironic that Y/N was looking with what seemed to be the utmost care in the world while killing her.

Only the best can survive, right?

Natasha would give it to Y/N.

She was tired of fighting anyways.

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She dreamt of Yelena and her life back in Ohio.

She imagined it wasn't a mission at all.

It was her real life and she grew up to be happy.

Found herself her high school sweetheart to marry.

Got herself a job as a teacher and lived until she was old enough to peacefully die in her sleep.

There were no Black Widows or Red Room.

Hell, her utopian world didn't even have Russia in it.

And Natasha was happy, of course, she was.

Everything was perfect.

We all know real life eventually catches up to us, though...no matter how much we wish to stay in our dreams.

"Natasha.........Natasha...Hey, Natasha!"

The persistent shaking stunned her awake with a gasp and she tried to sit up, only to be slammed back to the soft mattress.

Looking around with squinted eyes, Natasha quickly realized she was chained to her bed like every other night in the Red Room.

The other girls were sleeping in their beds as usual.

All girls but one.

Turning her head around, Natasha frowned at the sight of Y/N kneeling beside her.

"What th-"

"-Shh." She was interrupted by Y/N, who brought her index finger to her lips before pulling a small pin out of her hair and leaning over Natasha towards the handcuffs.

It took her less than a minute to have Natasha freed and, with a reassuring nod, she grabbed the redhead's hand to lead her through the countless beds around them.

Checking for the guards that always did their rounds at this hour, Y/N pulled Natasha outside and the two ventured through the empty hallways.

Despite cold, their naked feet helped them make no noise as they walked, which helped them go unnoticed.

Natasha fixed the back of the other girl's head feeling completely out of it.

Her body hurt, she just had a weird dream that Y/N killed her, and now she was breaking one of the golden rules of the Red Room with her number 1 enemy.

'I must still be dreaming'

Still, Natasha couldn't help but look around at the familiar but unsettling walls of the academy.

She had been walking through these since she was a child, but they were always filled with life- be it with guards, students, or teachers. Now it was as quiet as silence and as lively as death.

She was pulled into a small, tight janitor room and her mouth fell when Y/N turned to her and she finally saw her face lightened up.

The girl was beaten to a pulp.

There was a large bruise on her upper chin, one on her forehead, and another on her jaw. Her lips were busted open and her nose was filled with scratches.

-Natasha had a flashback of herself punching Y/N in those exact same places.

"It-It wasn't a dream?"

"It's okay." The girl smiled shyly and slowly lowered Natasha to sit on the ground, against the wall.

The redhead froze up when Y/N leaned down to open the mini freezer of the room. She pulled out some ice cubes, wrapped them in a towel, and turned to Natasha again.

"But- you killed me. And Madam B-"

"-You thought she'd willingly lose one of her best students?" Y/N raised an amused eyebrow and shook her head, crouching down to gently press the towel to Natasha's cheek.

The latter felt herself blushing at the proximity before forcing herself to think of other things.

Natasha replayed the fight in her head. Y/N was acting slowly. Her movements were undefined and a bit sloppy- a stark contrast to her usual brutality and precision.

"You were letting me win." She commented, making Y/N look into her eyes. The latter kept her silence, continuing to silently press the ice to soothe Natasha's bruising.

The questions kept brewing inside Nat's head, though, and she couldn't stay silent.

"How did you know Madam B wasn't gonna let one of us die and why are you doing this?"

No response whatsoever.

With a huff, the redhead suddenly grabbed Y/N's wrist and lowered the ice towel to the ground.

This seemed to get the latter's attention, so Natasha spoke up again.

"How did you know Madam B wasn't gonna kill one of us?"

"The fights happen every two weeks to eliminate the weak. We're not the weak. It was just a power play." Y/N shrugged, sitting down in front of Natasha.

"Is that why you were so confident when you joined the mattress?"

"I was confident 'cause I knew I could take you," Y/N smirked playfully and grabbed Natasha's hands much like she had done to overthrow her during the fight.

Once again, Natasha felt herself freeze at the action before she realized what was happening and roughly slapped the hands away.

"Stop doing that, you fucking weirdo! Are you in love with me or something?" The harsh comment whipped the smile off of Y/N's face and made her look away with a gulp.

"You're not very good with jokes, Red." She went back to holding the towel over Natasha's bruised cheek.

Natasha knew she had used a tone far harsher than she intended to. She knew she was treating Y/N unfairly, especially because the beaten-up girl was helping her with her wounds, instead of taking care of herself.

She just found herself frustrated at everything going on in her mind whenever Y/N was around.

"Why are you helping me?"

"I caused this, didn't I?"

That was it before the two fell into an awkward but eventually comfortable silence.

Y/N pressed the ice to Natasha's wounds until she deemed it necessary, even going as far as making the redhead lift her shirt to take care of her swollen hip, caused when she was butterfly-kicked to the ground.

"What's your secret?" Natasha spoke up again when Y/N turned to put the towel away.

She received no sort of reaction or response from the girl and frowned in confusion.

"Y/L/N." She tried again, tilting her head at being ignored twice now.

"Back to being enemies then, huh?" Natasha stood with a huff and brushed the dust off her clothes.

Upon receiving no answer at all for the third time, she nodded and bolted out the door.

"Alright then, Y/N. Good to know where I stand with you."

Turning around after cleaning everything up, Y/N's eyes widened in surprise at the lack of presence from a certain red-head.

"The hell." She whispered, slowly opening the door to see the redhead swiftly creeping through the hallways back to the dorms.

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Throughout the next days, Natasha noticed Y/N discreetly trying to get her attention.

Be it during their language classes, lunches, or ballet.

Natasha would find small cryptic letters in her pockets. She'd catch the girl looking at her from the corner of her eye when no one was looking and she'd even hear small whispers of her name at night when everyone was asleep.

She eventually broke her silent treatment and, one day when Y/N and her were both tasked with cleaning the snow off the outsides training ground, she cornered the girl.

"What the fuck do you want, Stalker?!" Y/N seemed to startle when Natasha suddenly gripped her collar and slammed her against the brick wall of the academy.

Despite that, a small smile made its way to her face when her eyes met Natasha's and she released a small, "Hi."

Natasha ignored the warm feeling creeping up in her stomach and pressed the girl further against the wall, "Do you want to get both of us killed with your little shenanigans? You're lucky I haven't reported you to the teachers yet."

"But we're friends, right? I gotta know you're alright." Y/N shrugged as if it was the most obvious thing in the world and Natasha felt her eyebrows raising in surprise.

"Friends? Oh, so now we completely ignore our friends. Okay, yeah, good to know." Natasha nodded and pulled back to cross her arms in front of her chest.

Y/N faced her with an incredulous expression, "What? I didn't ignore you!"

"Yes, yes you did. The other day...in the janitor's closet." Natasha's eyes traveled around the area.

They were alone and it was usual for groups to be formed and tasks to be given to the girls during the weekends. But that didn't mean a guard or teacher wouldn't suddenly appear to ensure they were doing their job.

Y/N gulped, understanding what had happened, and also looked around. She wasn't looking for arriving guards, unlike Natasha, she was just adverting her stare out of genuine shyness.

"That wasn't me ignoring you, I just didn't hear you."

"I spoke pretty fucking loud, Y/L/N, cut the crap."

"I didn't, though. I- I'm not the best listener."

Her words made Natasha look at her again, this time with furrowed eyebrows. "What?"

Y/N sighed and directed her eyes at her snow-covered boots. "I can't hear very well- like at all. You were on your mission when I arrived here and the older girls liked picking on me. One day, this girl named Jess punched me so hard in the ear I lost like 80% of my hearing. I wasn't ignoring, Nat. I like you."

Natasha's cheeks flushed red at the last comment, but she thought Y/N's words through, wanting to make sure she wasn't being lied to.

Now it made sense why Y/N didn't hear her arriving on her first day back or why she barely seemed to be listening every time the teachers were talking.

It also explained why she didn't have any friends- the other girls that had a lower status would immediately sell Y/N out if they found her secret out.

Natasha also remembered Jess. The girl had died not very long ago. Killed in the two-week fights by Y/N herself.

That explained why Y/N had been so rough that day, slamming Jess to the ground without even letting her raise a finger.

That day marked a record for the fastest kill in the Red Room. Y/N won in less than ten seconds.

Everything added up and the redhead found herself feeling incredibly stupid for disliking Y/N and vilifying her in her head.

Y/N appeared to be embarrassed as well, rubbing the back of her neck and refusing to meet the redhead's eyes since it was the first she was telling anyone this story.

Natasha had no use reporting this to teachers since she was already at the top of the class and Y/N trusted her for some reason.

With a quirked brow, Natasha snapped her finger in Y/N's right ear, mouth falling ever so slightly at the lack of reaction from the girl.

She repeated the action on the left ear and only after some seconds did Y/N back away from her and sent her a disapproving glance.

"Why didn't you tell anyone?"

"Cause Dreykov would have had my head quicker than I had Jess's. There's no place for the weak in here."

There was some sense to Y/N's point. A disability like that puts her at a great disadvantage as a spy. Madam B and Dreykov wouldn't waste time trying to educate her and teaching her the craft.

Not knowing what to do, Natasha suddenly gripped Y/N's hood and messily brought it up to her head, "Whatever, you're still a stalker."

Only then did Natasha notice the way Y/N's eyes traveled to her lips as she talked.

'She's reading my lips.' She realized.

"Come on, Stalker. We have work to do." Natasha let her words out more slowly than she usually would and moved her lips with more precision.

Y/N stared at her for some seconds before bursting out laughing, "What the hell are you doing?"

"I'm helping you read my lips, ungrateful idiot."

"I can read your lips just fine, don't need you to look like a clown for it."

Natasha reached forward and slapped Y/N's arm, acting offended, "Jeez, here I am trying to help the defenseless only to be mocked."

"Defenseless?" Y/N raised an eyebrow and smirked, "Tell me, Red, who here passed out with my tights around their neck?"

Natasha's cheeks reddened at the comment and she found herself without a response.

Thankfully, from the corner of her eye, she noticed the shadow of a guard moving toward them. Y/N seemed to pick up on this too and the two snatched their shovels up from the ground and continued working as if nothing had happened.

"Sucker." Y/N snorted when the guard left again.

"Shut it, Stalker."

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First School Day

A/N: Hey, everyone! This is my first story on Tumblr so I hope you enjoy it!

Pairing: WandaNat x daughter!reader; Natasha Romanoff x Wanda Maximoff

Genre: Fluff; Angst if you squint

Pls, keep in mind that in this fic I named the daughter Elizabeth, 'cause I thought it was cute.

Word Count: ~3.9K

"Cut the apple in half. Place in the main compartment of the lunch box. Slice a piece of cheddar cheese in the shape of his mask. Use a little white cheese for the eyes and nori (roasted seaweed) for the mouth. Surround Iron Man with orange crackers.

Check ✔

Cut circles out of red wax on cheese round. Replace one so it appears as though there are red and white circles. Use a toothpick to attach a blueberry to the center and put a white star sprinkle on top to complete Captain America's shield. Place inside compartment and surround with raspberries...

Double-check ✔." The red-head smiled to herself, satisfied at her work, before continuing.

"In the second side compartment put dark-colored dried fruit. Cut out a fist shape from a spinach tortilla as shown. Place on top for Hulk's fist...

Final check ✔

Wanda ticked the third mental box off her list and clapped slightly to herself, closing the avenger's lunch box and reaching in the fridge for a mango juice.

Right as she placed the beverage beside the small water bottle she had just gotten, silent footsteps that she almost didn't hear, caught her attention.

A loud gasp escaped her at the sight that greeted her when she turned around.

"Who is the cutest little bunny in the world? I'm not letting you leave the house like this, everyone is gonna be head over heels for you." She reached the little four-year-old girl by the entrance of the kitchen area and picked her up.

"Mommy." Little Elizabeth whined and tried to hide her reddened cheeks by burying her face in her mother's neck.

"Aww, my baby." Wanda rubbed her daughter's back soothingly, knowing the girl was shy and despised the feeling of blushing.

Walking to the counter again, the witch let her daughter rest in her arms while she clung to the warm and calming feeling it brought her. She hummed a soft tune under her breath, finishing up her daughter's launch.

She was new at this, so she hoped Elizabeth wouldn't get hungry during the day and run out of food.

"Mommy loves you, bunny. You know?"

Wanda heard a soft little humming sound of confirmation in her ear and smiled at how cute her daughter was.

Just thinking about the fact that today was Eli's first day of school almost brought tears to her eyes.

It seemed as if yesterday Wanda was rocking her back and forth for the first time in the fancy private hospital room Nat had booked.

The spy wouldn't accept anything other than the best for Wanda and their daughter.

That feeling was maintained as their daughter grew up. Natasha wanted the best quality clothes, toys, food, etc. Whatever was for their daughter had to be checked by either Wanda or Natasha first. The protectionism over their child took some time but eventually eased up when it came to the rest of the Avengers.

Now Eli would be calling the rest of the group aunties and uncles as if it was the most natural thing in the world. It always made everyone feel like a real family. Like they weren't alone.

The child's fondness for the Avengers only continued growing with time.

Her favorite superhero was Iron Man, which greatly worked to inflate Tony's ego a whole lot. He even ended up accidentally boosting about it during an interview, and that is how the world found out the Black Widow and Scarlett Witch were together and had a young daughter.

Saying Natasha almost beat Tony up to pulp after that would be an understatement. Wanda had to use her powers to pry her wife away from the billionaire while also trying to keep herself in check and not attack him.

And when Wanda finally managed to calm Natasha down, the ringing of the elevator was heard and Tony dropped to the ground, trembling as the electricity from Yelena Belova's widow bites ran through his body.

Speaking of which...

"Mini-me! It's your very first school day, how excited are we?" The Russian accent rang throughout the room and made the child immediately perk up in her mother's arms.

Iron Man may be Elizabeth's favorite hero...but he didn't come close to reaching the love she felt for her aunt. It was unparalleled. She looked at the blonde spy as if the latter had hung the stars up in the sky for her.

"Aunty Lena!" Wanda carefully set her daughter back on the ground and watched with a smile as Yelena dropped her grocery bags on the floor and crouched down with open arms to meet and reciprocate her niece's affection.

"Oh my God, oh my God, little me...I'm gonna miss you so much. Who am I gonna take my naps with if you're at school? It's not fair!" Yelena closed her eyes tightly as she picked her niece up and held her in her arms, swinging her gently from side to side.

The adult's green eyes suddenly opened with a rather serious expression and she set her niece down in the kitchen isle to look at her. Eli's smile settled down at the unexpected change in her aunt's mood.

The Belova's hands rested on the isle, each one beside the sides of Eli's tights in a protective matter. "Okay, I wanna hear it. What do we do if some little freaks try to mess with my mini-me, Mini-me?"

"Tell you and you beat their bums." The response was immediately heard from the child and Wanda's eyes widened slightly before she shook her head with a chuckle.

Once again, Wanda almost missed the silent footsteps that walked into the kitchen area.

"Are you inciting my daughter to violence, Belova?" The sudden raspy voice startled the blonde woman but then made her roll her eyes as a smile grew on her face.

"Well, I'd be then one doing the beating...so no."

The response makes Natasha roll her eyes slightly before turning to her daughter, "Bubba, you ready to go?" She gently pat her daughter's head and walked to her wife, leaving a soft kiss on Wanda's lips.

Yelena's reaction was to cover her niece's eyes as they both simultaneously let out an 'ew'- something the blonde had very proudly taught the little girl.

"Go save yourself, Mini-me. I'll protect you." Yelena put her niece back on the ground and shielded her away from the view of her mothers kissing, acting as if they were some kind of enemy.

Elizabeth played along with a giggle and ran out of the kitchen area to her bedroom.

"The monster is coming for you!" Natasha suddenly ran after her daughter.

All Yelena and Wanda heard from their places was a loud squeal followed by adorable giggles that could make anyone swoon.

It didn't take long for the mother and daughter to be waltzing right back in, this time Elizabeth had her small vibrant green frog backpack and sat on top of her mother's shoulders.

The superspy had already made sure her daughter ate breakfast, brushed her teeth, and prepared her backpack for school. She was also the one who had prepared Eli's clothes- which consisted of a sleeved dress, with a long coat on top and boots. Her hair was pushed back into two braids that made her look even more adorable. She was ready.

"Remember baby, if you're feeling too hot ask the ladies there to help you take your jacket off. They are very nice and are there to help you."

Natasha repeated now for the third time.

Needless to say, she was nervous. The spy never thought she'd be able to have a child, so when Elizabeth was born, Nat treated her like the most precious diamond ever. Seeing her child leave for the first day of school made her heart clench at how fast her kid was growing up.

She was also worried about the fact that Elizabeth was younger than most of the other kids. Her birthday is late in December but they didn't want her to miss out on an entire year so she would start earlier than most of the other kids...Natasha's blood boiled at the simple thought of older kids trying to pick on her daughter.

'Positive thoughts, Natasha. Positive thoughts.' She inwardly repeated.

Wanda spent a good ten minutes saying goodbye to her daughter. She had a mission to prepare for so she couldn't take her to school, much to her dismay.

So she fussed over her daughter's outfit, explained and described every little food and ingredient in the lunch box, repeatedly kissed and hugged her, and ended by promising Elizabeth they'd have a Disney movie marathon and cuddle when she came back.

Natasha knew they weren't late so she let it happen, leaning against the counter with her arms crossed in front of her chest and a wide smile on her face.

By the time Wanda was finished though, it was time to leave. Otherwise, they would be late.

This is exactly why the ringing noise of the elevator arriving at their floor, followed by loud talking and clattering footsteps made the redhead spy's eyes widen.

"Oh hell no." She whispered to herself with a sigh.

Less than a second after that, a yell was heard. "Where is my biggest fan?!"

Tony waltzed into the kitchen with his suit on, followed by Steve, Bucky, Clint, Bruce, Peter, and Kate. They had left for a mission two days ago and it had gone visibly well, their excited smiles and continuous chattering a clear sign of that.

The moment their eyes settled on Elizabeth ready to go to school a ruckus was created.

Each one of them wanted to have a go at holding her and kissing her, wishing her a good start to school. And while when she was younger, Eli would start crying at everyone fussing around her, now she accepted it with a shy smile. As a baby, the girl barely let any of them, besides her mothers and aunt Yelena, hold her. Even them touching her left her grumpy. It took her a while to get used to all the Avengers, especially because she was so shy.

"Alright, guys we have to go. I don't want her late on the first day." Natasha tried to get her daughter from the billionaire's arms, only for him to pull away slightly, wanting to say something else to the child.

"Everything I have prepared you for is being put in question at this moment, kiddo. What is the square route of 81?"

"9." She answered immediately.

"Pythagorean Theorem..."

"a²+b²=c²"

"Area of Circle?"

"π * r²"

"A cosine is..."

"Adjacent to the hypotenuse." As Elizabeth finished off, proud tears reached Tony's eyes.

"They grow up so fast." He shakes his head, handing Eli back to Natasha and discreetly wiping his small tear.

"Right, we'll be back later. Say bye-bye, Eli." Natasha took her daughter's hand in her own as they walked to the elevator.

"Bye-bye, Eli." The child waved the rest of the Avengers away, receiving small chuckles at her unexpected joke and a nudge from her spy mother.

Yelena joined Natasha and her god-daughter on the ride, wanting to be there for the child's special day.

"Okay, baby. Do you have everything you need?" Natasha raised an eyebrow as she strapped her daughter to her baby seat, Yelena already seated at the front.

"Yes, mama." The child nodded, her feet rocking back and forth with excitement.

"I love you so much. Never forget that." Natasha kissed her forehead before closing the door and walking to the driver's seat.

The preschool wasn't very far away. A mere eight minutes from the compound, safely tucked away in a more calm part of town. There wasn't a better school to start in. Tony recommended it to them, after also having Morgan enrolled there.

"You'll be good, right bubba?" Natasha asked as she unstrapped her daughter and helped her out of the car.

"Course." Yelena rolled her eyes softly and held her god-daughter's free hand so the child was walking between them, hand in hand with them both.

Elizabeth was the most well-behaved person grown Yelena had ever seen, she'd never cause any trouble.

"Course." The child repeated after her aunt, receiving a prideful pat on the head from her and a snort from Natasha.

"Okay, baby." They stopped at the door of the school, two smiling teachers already waiting there for Elizabeth to reach them. They knew the whole 'saying goodbye for the first time' gig like the back of their hands.

"Off you go." Yelena found herself feeling quite sad at seeing her god-daughter go, even just for some hours.

The two sisters expected tears, denial, or even a tantrum. They were fearful of the child's reaction. Especially because Eli never dealt well with being away from her mothers. She ended up forming separation anxiety after having to watch her mothers go away on missions so frequently ever since she was a baby. Elizabeth wasn't dumb and knew how to read a room. Whenever her mothers were leaving for more difficult missions, worry and tension would spread across the compound, making the child understand they were leaving for something dangerous.

It also didn't help that sometimes they'd come back with injuries and blood all over their bodies.

The daughter worried for her parents so she began always trying her best to make them stay. Be it by pretending to be sick, throwing tantrums, or clinging to her mothers.

Hence why Yelena and Natasha weren't expecting this reaction.

"Okay." Elizabeth walked to the teachers and the doors closed behind her.

She didn't try to hold on to her mother's or aunt's hands. She didn't cry or look sad. She didn't even look back at them to wave goodbye.

Natasha felt shocked and then dejected.

"What the hell just happened?" Yelena let out also in shock.

"She dealt with that way better than I thought she would." The redhead's eyes were trained on the ground with confusion.

She guessed this was the better outcome. Her daughter wasn't distressed. Things went by smoothly. Natasha had to be thankful for that- no matter how much she would have loved to see a bit more reaction from Eli.

Wanda's eyebrows rose once Natasha told her what had happened. The red-head lay on their bed and looked up at the ceiling with a frown while the witch changed and prepared for her mission.

"Perhaps what gives her anxiety is watching us go. Not leaving herself." Wanda tried to pounder on an explanation. It was hard to get there and she found herself just as confused as Natasha was.

"I don't know. It was odd. I'm used to her clinging to me and not letting me go, you know? She's like a little koala." Natasha huffed, a faint pout coming to rest on her lips.

Wanda couldn't help but smile and lean in to kiss the pout away. She rested her forehead against Natasha's in hope of reassuring her wife.

"If something had happened, they'd call us. That means she's fine, detka. Don't worry so much, our baby is growing."

The two found themselves staring into each other's eyes in silence. As if reality had finally caught up to them.

Tears reached their eyes but then a knock at the door of their room was heard, followed by Steve's voice.

"Wanda, it's time to go." He called.

"Right." The auburn-haired woman wiped the little tear off the corner of her eye and watched Natasha do the same, "Coming!"

The two shared a long, passionate kiss. They didn't want to let go but knew full well if they didn't get up now the blond man would be knocking at their door again.

So Natasha accompanied Wanda to the Quinjet, softly rubbing her thumb on the back of the witch's hand.

"Please, call me after picking her up. I wanna hear her voice and ask her how it went." Wanda turned to Natasha once they reached the Quinjet.

"Nice to see you caring about how my day will go too." The red-head teased with a glint in her eyes.

Rolling her eyes, Wanda leaned in and took her wife's lips in her own for one last time before leaving.

"I'll see you, darling."

"In a minute, detka." Natasha nodded back at her and did her best to repress a sad smile as she watched Wanda board the jet.

They waved at each other as the doors closed and Natasha found herself looking at the watch on her wrist and then at the empty little spot beside her left leg. Her daughter would usually be holding on to that same leg when they watched Wanda leave.

This would be the moment where she'd turn to Eli and ask her what movie they should watch while waiting for Mommy to come back. And her daughter would always choose 'Nightmare Before Christmas' with an excited little jump in her step.

Not today.

It was already two o'clock, though. Elizabeth would be out at three.

So Natasha occupied her time by doing laps around the compound. She thought a little exercise would help her clear her mind.

It didn't, so she found herself arriving at the pre-school, half an hour before the correct time.

Somehow, she preferred waiting here. Here she felt closer to Eli. If something was to happen, she could just bolt inside.

Once more parents began arriving and waiting by the front door for their children, Natasha left her car and nervously rubbed her tights, joining them.

She noticed a few people gazing at her with shock and wonder. A few gasped and others stared mesmerized.

Natasha wasn't here for them, though. She came for her daughter only.

All the eyes on her began getting a bit too much, and the heavens above seemed to take pity on her since the children finally started leaving the school.

Elizabeth took a while to come out. She didn't appear too pleased, a blank expression attempting to cover her wide, fearful eyes.

"Gosh, why are you so much like me?" Natasha whispered to herself before raising her hand in the air and waving to get her daughter's attention.

The moment Elizabeth's eyes connected with hers, the child was sprinting to her mother's arms.

"Hey, bub. How did it go?" Natasha picked Eli up with a bright smile, now managing to fully ignore the eyes of other parents on her as she took her daughter's backpack in her hand and carried Elizabeth to their black BMW.

Natasha expected a response as nonchalant as Elizabeth had been that morning. A simple 'it was good' or maybe a cool shrug.

But when she pulled her daughter away from her chest and sat her in the child's car seat, her eyes widened at the endless tears running down her daughter's cheeks.

"Baby, what happened- why are you crying? Did someone hurt you?" Natasha immediately blurted out with a deep frown.

The child crossed her arms in front of her chest and huffed out softly at her mother, turning to look away.

"Eli, look at me," Natasha said in a firm tone and reached to turn her daughter's chin to her. "What made you cry?"

Pouted lips and kicked puppy green eyes from the child got Natasha's heart clenching impossibly tightly.

"Why didn't you come in with me? You left me." More tears left the child's eyes until she found herself sobbing.

It took her a second until Natasha realized what had happened and a small smile formed on her lips as she leaned forward and hugged her daughter, "Oh, my baby."

Elizabeth must have felt so sad and scared when she turned to look back and didn't see her Mommy and aunt following her.

"Shh, you're okay. I'm here, baby. Mama's here." Natasha found herself using her softest tone and rubbing her daughter's back when the latter started to hiccup because of her irritated diaphragm.

"Shh."

Natasha eventually ended up joining her daughter in the back seat of her car and pulled Eli to her lap, trying to calm her down.

The child usually never cried this much, so seeing her this distressed left Natasha anxious. Her cool demeanor didn't fit the panic in her eyes, but she played it off.

It was almost four o'clock when a sudden ringing noise alerted Natasha. Her head had tilted back in the seat as she held on tightly to Elizabeth.

She answered the phone in record time, not waiting for it to also alert her daughter.

"Hello?"

"Darling, how did it go?" Wanda's voice came through, followed by a few unfamiliar grunts.

"My evening? Oh, yes. It was quite eventful." The joke slipped off her lips with ease after she looked down and saw the peaceful expression on her daughter's face. A stark contrast to her tear-stained cheeks and little sniffles that were still escaping her mouth.

"How's our bunny?" Wanda tried sounding annoyed but Natasha easily heard the smile in her voice.

"She's better now, fell asleep in my lap not long ago."

"Better now? What happened?" The confusion and worry immediately seeped into Wanda's voice and made Natasha smile.

"Well, remember how nonchalant she was this morning?"

A painful groan followed by screams and a small huff answered her before Wanda did, "Yes."

"Well, she thought Yelena and I would also be going to preschool and stay there with her. She must have turned around when she was inside and, all of a sudden, we weren't there. She cried a lot just now when I came to pick her up...said I left her."

An audible coe was heard from the auburn-headed woman on the other line. "Nooo, she must have been so scared, poor angel."

"Right? I felt so bad, Wands." Natasha shook her head and once again looked down at her lap, brushing back a few curls that had fallen to Eli's eyes.

"Tomorrow you come in and spend the day with her here in pre-school."

The sudden comment from Natasha had Wanda gasping before she chuckled, "As much as I'd love that, I'm pretty sure that is not allowed."

"You have powers, though. Everything's possible to you."

Another chuckle was heard from Wanda and Natasha smiled happily to herself, very gently setting Elizabeth down on her child's seat and strapping her in as she listened to Wanda fight off more enemies.

"Is she okay now, Nat?" The question is let out after Wanda found herself in silence. Her voice was gentle and still filled with worry.

"She is sleeping like the baby she is," Natasha replied as she pulled out of her parking spot and left the school venue.

"Okay, detka. I should be back tomorrow morning."

"Please, be careful, Wands. Don't try rushing it, I prefer you taking longer but coming home safe rather than quickly and injured, okay? I'm sure Eli agrees with me."

The witch sighed out, "Fine, Nat. I'm pretty sure my position has been uncovered so I should go. Free to call tonight?"

"Whenever you want, Detka."

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