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Pulling Pigtails

A/N: Sorry for the inactivity! I’ve been super busy with college and haven’t had much time to write. Speaking of college, recently I had to basically free write my own story for a grade. Which, is what this is. However, the characters were different so I made some modifications so I could post this story on here. I’m really proud of this one and I hope you all enjoy!

Word Count: 1423

Pairing: Peter Parker/Spider-Man x Reader

Warnings: none really, kinda ooc Peter Parker, Reader’s middle and last name were filled in by authour for comedic effect, Peter can sing and play the guitar now and he also has a sister

After the last class of the day, (Y/N)’s quick, gentle footsteps could be heard echoing throughout the nearly empty corridor as she made her way towards her locker. Mondays were always stressful for her, especially now that it was her senior year of high school. Needless to say, she was anxious to get home. (Y/N) quietly muttered the combination for her locker under her breath as she turned the lock dial right, left, and then right again. Then, she deposited her books back into their respective places.

“(Y/N)!” A voice spoke from the other side of the door as (Y/N) accidentally slammed it shut out of surprise. As she looked to her left, an exasperated sigh left her lips; leaning on the locker next to hers was Peter Parker. In (Y/N)’s mind, Peter was a truly terrible being who was intent on making her life as frustrating as possible for as long as he possibly could.

“Peter,” (Y/N) began, another sigh escaping her mouth. “I really don’t feel like dealing with you at the moment,” she said, despite knowing for a fact that he didn’t listen to a word she said.

“(Y/N), (Y/N), (Y/N),” he taunted, “(Y/N) Rachel Greene. That’s your full name, correct?” (Y/N) ignored him, locking her locker, throwing her backpack over her shoulder, and turning on her heel, quickly walking down the hallway in an attempt to distance herself from Peter. But Peter was persistent; he caught up to her easily and matched their footsteps, slinging one arm over her shoulder.

“So, do your parents just really like the show FRIENDS or is that just a coincidence?” He teased, grabbing the notebook she was holding and flipping through the pages nonchalantly.

“I’m not sure, Peter Benjamin Parker,” (Y/N) retorted. A wave of pride flooded over her as she felt him tense up beside her. “Are you truly as stupid as everyone thinks you are?”

Finally, (Y/N) had caught him at a loss for words. Having no response, Peter shoved the notebook back into her hands and angrily marched off, muttering to himself quietly. Feeling quite pleased with herself, (Y/N) half-walked, half-skipped the rest of the way to her car. As she popped open the trunk, she heard quiet whispers come from the other side of the tree that stood right next to her assigned parking spot. Letting her curiosity get the best of her, she silently crept in the direction of the voices, using the tree as a cover.

“I don’t know, man, I really like her, but I always mess things up. I don’t think she’ll ever like me back,” said a quiet, defeated voice. She knew that voice anywhere; it was ingrained into her brain, the same brain that subconsciously memorized the way every syllable sounded when falling from his lips. That voice was Peter Benjamin Parker. Every cell in (Y/N)’s body lept with pure joy. She could use this against him. She could find out who Peter liked and she could tease him for it for all of eternity, finally getting revenge for all the times he had made fun of her name or scribbled on her homework. She would finally have the upper hand.

She speedily ran to the driver’s side of her car and hopped inside. She was so eager to begin her investigation that she nearly forgot that the speed limit still existed and realized she was going fifty miles per hour in a thirty-mile zone. Once, she called out a quick “Hey Mom!” to her mother and stumbled up the stairs and into her room, accidentally slamming the door behind her. (Y/N) sat at her desk and began making a list of every girl at her school. Then, she began to work out who possibly had caught Peter’s eye. It couldn’t be a freshman or a sophomore, they were all too young, so she crossed out the names of any girls from grades nine or ten, effectively shortening the list by about sixty-seven percent. For the next thirty minutes, (Y/N) continued crossing out names until there were only two names left: Peter’s sister Teresa and another.

“Well, by default, it can’t be Teresa, so she’s out.” (Y/N) observed to herself, “That leaves one person, meaning the love of Peter Benjamin Parker’s life is-” She stopped, realizing that the last name on the list was her own. (Y/N) was shocked. She denied it at first, thinking there was no way Peter could ever feel that way about her, but the more she dwelled on it, the more it began to make sense. (Y/N) and Peter always had the same classes. If Peter wanted something, he came to (Y/N). Peter teased (Y/N) relentlessly, only ever stopping if she was genuinely mean to him back. In fact, the only girl that Peter ever talked to besides his sister was (Y/N). She went to bed that night, feeling conflicted and unsure of how she felt about this newfound information.

The whole week, (Y/N) had been completely avoiding Peter. She asked to work by herself during group assignments, hid in the library during lunch, and refused to respond to Peter, no matter how hard he teased her. By the time Friday had rolled around, Peter was done. He was pretty sure he knew why (Y/N) was avoiding him. She had to have known, she was ridiculously smart so she probably figured it out somehow. Even if she didn’t know, Peter knew that he had to tell her soon, so he grabbed his guitar and started writing. After about an hour and a half of fiddling with chords and looking up what words rhyme with what, he was satisfied. He wrote a little note, slipped it inside of (Y/N)’s locker, and strolled off to sit under the tree by (Y/N)’s parking space. At exactly 4:03 pm, (Y/N) arrived at the tree that Peter situated himself under.

“You wanted to tell me something?” she asked, voice hardly above a whisper. She was nervous, the most nervous she had ever been in her life, more nervous than during her second-grade spelling bee, more nervous than when she had asked Luke Coollastname to the eighth-grade dance, more nervous than when she had run for class president her junior year. She was more than nervous; she was hysterical and completely afraid for whatever Peter had to say.

“No,” Peter started, and (Y/N) let some of the stress fall from her shoulders, “I wanted to sing you something.” (Y/N) tensed back up immediately. Peter was an incredibly gifted singer and songwriter, but every time he had made a song for her, it was always stupid and poked fun at whatever it was that Peter felt like poking fun at. However, before her protests escaped her lips, Peter had already begun. He mindlessly strummed a few chords for a bar or two before he actually opened his mouth to sing, and the second he started, (Y/N) was enchanted by the sound of his voice and the way the late afternoon sun reflected off of the shiny, brown guitar. (Y/N) wasn’t really paying attention to the lyrics; she was too focused on the way every word that left his lips merged beautifully with the sound of each chord he played. Once he finished, Peter took a deep breath, attempting to calm his own nerves and turned his eyes to (Y/N).

“Sorry for pulling your pigtails,” he mumbled. After a few seconds of not receiving a response from (Y/N), he began to worry. He opened his mouth to apologize for whatever it was that he did wrong, but the words never came. Instead, he felt a pair of soft lips gently press up against his own. The sensation only lasted for a second before (Y/N) pulled back, breaking the kiss. Peter looked at her in complete admiration, and she returned the gaze. They sat in comfortable silence for a few minutes, not daring to speak, afraid that this was all a dream and it would disappear the second someone opened their mouth, but the silence didn’t last long as Peter repeated what he said.

“Sorry for pulling your pigtails, (Y/N).” A genuine look of pure affection and amusement fell over (Y/N)’s face and she quietly giggled in response.

“It’s quite alright, playground boy.”

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The Hit Girl (III)

A/N: I honestly have no idea how long this is gonna be in my drafts, but when you see it, you see it. I’m crazy swamped with work right now so this might take a while. Anyways… Enjoy!<3

Pairing(s): mentor!Natasha Romanoff x mentee!Reader, Peter Parker x Reader

Warnings: mama!Romanoff, cooluncle!Tony, Cursing, Peter being the best boi

“Tony, I said NO!”

Your mentor yelled at her teammate.

“Come on, Nat. She’s more than capable, plus Peter’s gonna be there.”

A heavy sigh left Natasha’s lips and she sent a glare to Tony.

“If she gets hurt, Tony-”

“She won’t! It’s a simple data collection stealth mission.” Tony interrupted. Natasha let out another sigh and reluctantly agreed.

“Fine, but she better have some kind of a connection to me at ALL times. This will be her first mission alone and I don’t want it to be her last.” You mentor stated, earning a satisfied sigh from Tony and an excited expression from yourself.

“Alrighty then, it’s settled. Peter and (Y/N), come with me, I’ll show you your disguises and give you your alibies.” Tony called to you and the boy around your age. The two of you made quick eye contact and you noticed he was staring at you for most of the meeting. Peter realized this and quickly looked away, a blush appearing on his cheeks, before he awkwardly and not-so-gracefully stood up to follow the man he admires. You followed right after, doing your best to ignore the way he tried to secretly steal glances at you.

Soon, Tony lead the two of you into a room full of the Avenger’s suits, including your’s and Peter’s. Tony walked over to a desk in the middle of the room while you and Peter looked around.

“Awww dammit... where’d I put those stupid-ass things?” He muttered to himself before picking up two id cards, a bracelet, and a watch, “Here they are! Okay kids, it’s Christmas time, come over here and get your presents!”

You rolled your eyes before walking over to him in a nonchalant manner, Peter standing next to you.

“Now, there is this man, his name is Jared Walters. He stole some classified information from S.H.I.E.L.D. that we need back. There is going to be some kind of business party thing where Mr. Walters was gonna trade off he information to H.Y.D.R.A. So, the two of you are gonna pose as two young, and rich siblings who are preparing to inherit their father’s business, Electric Co. (it’s an electricity company). Peter, your name is Mr. Thomas Barrett. (Y/N), you are Ms. Abigail Barrett. You two are siblings, but Ms. Abigail here is adopted. Thomas you’re twenty, you are attending the Massachusetts Institute of Technology, double-majoring in Computer Science and Mechanical Engineering... and I need you to go blonde,” Tony said, earning a surprised ‘What?!?!’ from Peter, which he ignored and continued, “Ms. Abigail, you are twenty-one, a vegan, you graduated from Stanford early with degrees in Psychology and Economics. And are now attending the New England Conservatory of Music to get your music degree. Oh, do you mind if we dye your hair? Or do you just want a wig.” Tony asked.

“Wig please.” You replied. Tony then handed over the information cards and files that repeated all of the information he had just given in slightly more detail.

“Now, this next toy is very cool. These are your suits in case the two of you get stuck in a sticky situation or are caught and need to escape quickly. Just press this button here and wa-blam-o ya got yourselves a suit. I made them myself with my new nano-tech.” Tony said smiling proudly and handing you a bracelet and Peter a somewhat matching watch. “Now go get ready!”

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You stood in front a handsomely dressed Peter who was doing his best to face away from you. He was wearing a nice business suit and you couldn’t help but chuckle at his newly bleached hairs. His cheeks once again turned a dark crimson, which only encouraged more of your giggles.

“Okay, look. It’s for a miss-” He started as he turned his head your way before stopping and staring at you for much longer than you felt comfortable. Your giggly attitude quickly faded and you grew cold and defensive under his gaze.

“What seems to be the matter? Is there a problem?” You asked him, straightening your back and squaring your shoulders to make yourself look more intimidating.

“Wha-What? No! No-no-no-no-no! No. There’s no problem. It’s just... you... you uh... you look-” Peter began to stutter, the crimson on his cheeks spreading to his ears and down his neck.

“I look what?” You asked threateningly.

“Pretty!” He yelped, “You look very, very pretty.”

A quiet “Oh” fell from your lips as your cheeks flushed a light pink and you looked down at your feet.

“Blue suits you,” he began, seemingly more confident this time, “it really brings out your eyes.” He said letting his eyes trail from the platinum blonde wig on your head, down the cerulean shade of blue fabric that hugged your body and formed a gown, to the silver heels that made you seem taller but also hurt like hell and you couldn’t wait to chuck off.

“Are you trying to make advances on me, Parker?” You asked, firming up again. “Because I refuse to tolerate any kind of disrespect, and I will not allow you to attempt to seduce me in any sort of manner. So-”

“OH MY GOD NO! JESUS (Y/N)!” He yelled, cutting you off and beginning to chuckle as his face turned a dark shade of red, “I was... I was just trying to give you a complement. God... I’m not trying to seduce you, I promise.”

You glared at him softly before regaining a more relaxed posture and turning in front of you.

“Blue looks good on you too.” You muttered, just loud enough for him to hear, before tilting your head down slightly and distracting yourself with anything that could get your mind off of him.

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“Alright kiddos! You’ve got a job to do so let’s get going!” Tony said strutting up to the two of you, Natasha behind him. She was walking as confident as ever, but you could see the anxiety that she felt in her eyes. You cleared your throat and she turned her head towards you. The both of you made eye contact and stared at each other, having a silent conversation in your heads that included her expressing her nervousness and you reassuring her that it would be okay.

You knew Natasha cared for you, in the way that any mentor would care for their apprentice. Wanting to see them succeed and probably not die. But you didn’t know that Natasha felt more than that. She felt as though you were her own daughter, the closest thing she could ever have to one. She loved you like you were her own child that she carried in her womb for nine months and raised for years. And the anxiety that she felt with this mission was more than just wanting you to succeed and not get hurt. Natasha was terrified of losing you, but you would never have guessed.

After earning a quick nod from Nat that told you she trusts you and to be careful. The four of you walked onto the Quinjet and set off towards your destination.

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Just came back from the dead to say Steve Rogers and Luther Hargreeves have like... extremely similar energies.

Like... got stabbed with a needle to become a Buff-Boi™, leadership qualities, always caught up on the same girl even though being with her isn’t 100% realistic, don’t even get me started on the country-boy-i-love-you fucking flannels.

That’s it, thank you for coming to my TED Talk.

#avengers #marvel #steve rogers #tua #umbrella academy #umbrella acedmy #luther #luther hargreeves #number one

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Announcement:

Hey people, I know I haven’t been updating or anything, and I’m really sorry about that. I’ve been super busy with work, school, and family situations, I hope you understand. I am currently working on THG:3, but I’m unsure of when it will be released. I am also not gonna do a taglist anymore because it’s just a lot of extra stress I have to worry about and some people’s names don’t always come up when I type them in. Again, really sorry for not updating. I’ve been mostly shuffling through different story lines for THG and want part 3 to be a big part of the story line, so I want it to be as perfect as possible. Thank you for all the support on my writings, it really makes me feel good about my writings and I really appreciate it. Enjoy this gif of the world’s cutest assassin and have a lovely day! <3

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Hi ! more nat scenes would be amazing 💞

Alrighty!! Thank you for your feedback! <3

-Ciara

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angst for hit girl, reader gets injured perhaps? or reader reacts exactly how natasha would to a situation and ends up getting hurt but nat yells and is mad and reader said “you would have done the exact same thing!” and nat just breathes “i know”

Oh my god! I love that idea!!! We love a mama Romanoff.

-Ciara

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You should do Y/N going rouge btw love your work :)))

Thank you so much!!! Alright, I’ll put that into consideration. You’re too sweet :)) <3

-Ciara

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Help!!!!!

So, I need to know what you would like to see for my The Hit Girl series. Do you want more (Y/N) x Peter moments? More Nat x (Y/N)? (Y/N) going rouge? Superpowers? Please, let me know. I want to write what I want to write, but I also want to write to make you happy.

Leave suggestions in my box if you have them, and don’t be afraid to suggest any!!

Love y’all lots,

Ciara

Taglist:

@viarogers

@beansyrup

@freerebel

@ixdaughterofthemoonix

@mc225g

#fanfic #marvel #marvel x reader #avengers x reader #black widow #black widow x reader #blackwidow #natasha romanoff #natasha romanoff x reader #peter parker #the hit girl series #the hit girl

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Master List

Series: ☾ | One-Shot: ☼ | SFW: ☆ | NSFW: ★ | Requested: ♡

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Peter Parker (Spider-Man)

Freckle ☼☆

Ladder Stitch? ☼☆

Pulling Pigtails ☼☆

The Hit Girl ☾☆

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Peter Quill (Star-Lord)

Escape ☼☆

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Natasha Romanoff (Black Widow)

The Hit Girl ☾☆

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#master list #masterlist #marvel #avengers #fanfic #angst #fluff #x reader #the hit girl #the hit girl series

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The Hit Girl (Series Masterlist)

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Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

~more coming soon~

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#marvel #marvel x reader #fanfic #peter parker #peter parker x reader #natasha romanoff #natasha romanoff x reader #platonic natasha x reader #avengers #avengers x reader #spiderman #spiderman x reader #blackwidow #black widow #black widow x reader

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Hey, could I be tagged for hit girl? I really love it because my persona is Nova and I use SuperNova for everything 😂

Awwww that’s so cute! I’m glad you’re enjoying it! I’ll add you right away! <3

-Ciara

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Really love hit girl!! Could I be tagged?

Definitely!! It makes me so happy to see you guys enjoying the story that I literally came up with at three o’clock in the morning! <3

~Ciara

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The Hit Girl (II)

Part 1

A/N: Oh my gosh, thank you guys so much! I got so much support on my last chapter of THG, and it seems y’all are really excited for it. I even got someone asking for a tag list. Anyways.. thank you so much, Enjoy! <3

Taglist:

@viarogers

Pairings: mentor!Natasha Romanoff x mentee!Reader; Peter Parker x Reader

Warnings: dark themes, death, loss of loved ones, violence, guns, just a pretty sad time for (Y/N)

Notice: You can message me to be on my tag list, and use the hashtag “#the hit girl series” if you want to give me feedback/ ideas. Please only use the hashtag for series related things, thank you, Enjoy! <3

The training that you had to endure was ruthless, difficult, yet still not as bad as the Red Room. In fact, you might even say that you enjoyed this training. You never truly wanted to kill any of the other girls, but something in their eyes told you if you didn’t, they wouldn’t hesitate to kill you. Except for one girl.

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Her name was Nadia Makarov. She was only seven when you met her, you were seventeen. As the ‘queen’ of the Red Room, you granted her special protection against nearly every other girl, they knew if the killed her in a sparring match, then they would die at your hands in an even more brutal and painful way. You took the role of a big sister/ caretaker for Nadia, and it was clear that she loved you. No matter how much you would deny it, you did truly love her. It seemed the instructors of the Red Room had noticed the connection between you and Nadia, because one day, they put both of you in the ring. The match lasted nearly twenty-four hours. You did not want to kill Nadia, you physically couldn’t. You did nothing. Giving her every opportunity to kill you, but she refused. After several hours of you screaming at her to just kill you already, the instructors became fed up with you and the little girl’s shenanigans, so they brought in weapons. The two of you were given handguns and had 2 hours for one to die otherwise you would both be killed. By the time that there were two minutes left on the clock, Nadia stared you straight in the eyes, before lifting up her gun to your head. You smiled lightly, accepting your fate and closing your eyes. You were content with dying in the hands of your loved one.

Bang

One simple shot, but you didn’t feel a thing. Your knees slumped to the ground and you sat in the ring, your eyes squeezed shut, knowing what you would see if you opened them. Nadia had shot herself so you could live. You brought your own gun to your head and tried to pull the trigger, but your gun was empty. It was almost as if the instructors knew what Nadia would do and how you would react. You opened your eyes to see the pale, lifeless body of your little sister. Her wavy, brown hair caked with her own blood. You crawled over to her side and laid her head in your lap. Tears streamed out of your (e/c) eyes as they gazed upon her lifeless, sky blue ones. You knew that she would want you to live, so you vowed to yourself that her death was not in vain. You promised her, as she lay there, lifeless on the floor, that you would never lose a match because you couldn’t afford another loss like Nadia.

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“(Y/N), heads up. You’re next!” Natasha’s words knocked you from your thoughts, you felt your eyes stinging and hot, silent tears were streaming down your face. It seemed Natasha had noticed your expression because she jumped out of the sparring ring and rushed to where you sat straight up on the bench. “Everything okay, маленький (little one)?” She asked you asked she placed a hand on your shoulder. You flinched at the affectionate name that you once called your little sister, before coughing and wiping the tears from your eyes. You stood up and gazed at the woman with eyes void of any emotion.

“Yes, Miss Romanoff, I’m alright.” You responded to her concerns, not wanting to think about it anymore. She nodded in understanding and brought you to the ring where you were going to spar against Clint.

He smiled at you mischievously, “You know, you’ve beaten nearly everyone in the complex, so you know I’m not gonna go easy on you.” He stated, a confident smirk drawn on his face.

“I know.” You replied simply. Once Natasha queued the match to start, you had Clint pinned on the ground, both hands behind his back, your knee trapping his legs to the ground, and his face buried into the ground.

“I yield, I yield!” Clint yelled as you smirk lightly to yourself at your new win.

“I thought you weren’t going to go easy on me.” You teased him as you let go of his hands and helped him up.

“I wasn’t...” He scoffed rubbing a hand over his face in defeat.

“Better luck next time, old man.” You said, before jumping out of the ring. Natasha walked up to you and put an arm around your shoulder, muttering a good job to you and you made your way back to the bench to get a sip of water. You thanked her, excused yourself from training, and headed back to your room.

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You laughed lightly at the piece of paper that was stuck to your door.

Sapphire Shadow

Kobalt Killer

Black Widow Jr.

Blue Widow

Tiny Mighty

And other names were scribbled onto the paper written in various blue inks. You knew the last one was Sam’s idea and you immediately crossed it out. You grabbed a pen and crossed out the ones you didn’t like, such as Black Widow Jr. and Tiny Mighty, while circling the ones you did like, Sapphire Shadow and Kobalt Killer being some of the ones do did enjoy. When you reached the end of the list, one name, in particular, stood out to you.

Nova Storm

You traced your fingers over the letters that were so delicately written on the page, you knew that only two people could have written that, Wanda or Natasha, simply by the neat handwriting. But you could tell exactly who wrote that name, it was Natasha.

The two simple words pulled at your heartstrings as you recalled the memories.

“Hey, Supernova!” The pale-skinned girl called, “Be careful on your mission!”

“Don’t worry Stormie, I’ll come back to you.”

Hot tears streamed down you face for the second time and you fell on your bed. You lifted the paper to examine the words again, knowing exactly who you were going to be. You grabbed a small sheet of blank paper from off the desk that sat by your bed. In your best calligraphy, you wrote the name you decided on with a royal blue ink. When it was finished, you lined it up, directly under the nametag on your door that said ‘(Y/N) Chernov’. A soft smile left your lips as a single tear streamed down your face.

“You got a name, I see.” A voice sounded from behind you, “Nova Storm, I like it. Wonder who could’ve suggested it?”

You laughed at your mentor’s lighthearted sarcasm before surprising her with a tight hug and a quiet ‘thank you’. She hugged back hesitantly, before relaxing. This was the first time you had shown any emotion to her since two days ago when you got drunk because Thor said you couldn’t handle his Asgardian mead.

You pulled away quickly and coughed to yourself, fixing your hair and ridding all emotions that may have been displayed on your face. “Thank you, Miss Romanoff. I like the name.”

She smiled at you gently, “It’s no problem, маленький, I’m glad you like it. Now come on, Tony has someone you need to meet.” She said, wrapping an arm around your shoulder and guiding you down the hall.

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The two of you soon entered the main living space and you saw Tony talking to a young boy that seemed to be about eighteen to nineteen years old, somewhere around your age. His honey-glazed, brown eyes noticed your arrival and he ran a hand through his curly brown locks.

“H-Hi... I’m uh... I’m Parker Peter... Peter Parker, sorry, my name is Peter Parker.” He stuttered, extending a hand. You gave away no emotion, even though you wanted to giggle at his flustered expression.

“(Y/N) Chernov.” You stated plainly. Ignoring his outstretched hand and Natasha’s looks that practically screamed at you to ‘be nice’. Peter drew his hand back and scratched the back of his neck awkwardly.

“Ahh, (Y/N), I see you’ve met my little friend, Peter. You two are around the same age. I thought it would be nice if you had someone your age to talk to and show you what a normal teenager acts like.” Tony said, before grabbing your arm, pulling you towards him, and leaning down to whisper in your ear, “Listen girly, I’m quite fond of this kid, so I’d like it if he stayed in one piece.” You nodded in understanding and he smiled, letting go of your arm.

“Oh, Tony, we have a name,” Natasha told her friend. Tony’s already smiling face lit up even more in excitement and the skin around his eyes crinkled.

“F.R.I.D.A.Y.! Get all the Avengers in here now!!” He practically squealed at his AI.

“Yes, sir. All Avengers report to the main living room at this time please.” The robot responded. About two minutes later, you heard fast footsteps running across the floors. All of the Avengers stumbled into the room and looked at you with hopeful eyes. They had been waiting for almost a month for you to finally decide on a name. Excited faces examined you as you shifted nervously on your feet. You looked at Natasha pleadingly, and she understood, speaking up for you.

“The day has finally come where (Y/N) has decided her name. Before I reveal it, I’m only gonna say this once, none of you better get upset because she didn’t pick your name. The name she chose has a special meaning to her, and she will share it’s origins when she is ready,” Natasha began, everyone nodded in agreement, “Her name is Nova Storm.”

You were immediately reminded of the memories that tied you to this name and you could feel the tears welling up in your eyes before you choked them back down. You caught Wanda’s gentle, loving gaze and knew she read your mind. A single tear slipped from her eye and she walked up to hug you comfortingly.

“It’s perfect,” The young woman started, “She would have loved it.” You couldn’t hold back anymore and you hugged her back, tears streaming down your face as you buried your head into her shoulder with silent sobs. You two parted and you wiped the tear from your face. Natasha held you into a side hug.

“Let’s go Nova Storm!” Bucky yelled the rest of the Avengers began cheering. You smiled and they cheered louder, it was always a treat when you smiled. You didn’t do it often, but when you did, it made them feel like kids in the store whose parents just said that they could pick out a piece of candy.

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After everyone was dismissed, you plopped yourself onto the couch, kicking your legs up on the coffee table and closing your eyes. You felt the couch cushion beside you drop as someone’s weight was pressed upon it. You opened a single eye to see who sat beside you. I little swarm of butterflies tickled your stomach as you noticed Peter’s fluffy, brown curls.

“If you don’t mind me asking... um... uh... c-can I know the... uh... the importance of your name?” He asked quietly, a polite and nervous smile appearing on his lips. A single tear fell from your eyes and you laughed lightly at his nervousness. You didn’t know why you trusted the boy so much, but you did. You felt comfortable and nervous at the same time when he was around. And, before you knew it, you were telling him all about the things you and Nadia did together. The mini-adventures around the Red Room, Nadia helping you with ballet (she was a natural, and you were not), the bond you shared, even till her inevitable demise.

Peter sat with you for hours, laughing at the fun parts, crying at the sad. He even opened up to you and told you all about his Uncle Ben and Aunt May. The two of you grew close and you could feel a bond beginning to form between the two of you.

It scared you, to say the least, and as soon as you began to crave his touch, you excused yourself and locked yourself in your bedroom. You couldn't risk creating a bond only to lose the person again. No matter how much you wanted to stay and talk to Peter, you couldn’t let yourself get attached to him.

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It had been two weeks since your name was revealed, and it was the last time you had spoken with Peter. You avoided him in every way you could, ignoring his constant pleas, asking you what he did wrong. It broke your heart to see the boy so torn up about you, but you knew that if you got attached to him, he would be as good as dead. Something in your gut told you that not everyone in the Red Room died that day. Part of you knew that they were looking for you, and you had to keep everyone safe.

You grew distant, not only to Peter but to everyone in the complex. You spent your days either locked in your room or training by yourself. Natasha noticed your strange behaviour and began to worry.

“(Y/N)... we need to talk.” She said one day, walking into your room without warning and closing the door behind her. Yet, you didn’t say a word. “You’ve been distant, маленький. Everyone is worried about you.” The tears began to well up in your eyes at the affectionate nickname. “Please, let me know what’s wrong.” Natasha’s sad expression and begging broke you.

“I-I’m sorry, Miss Romanoff... I’m... I can’t... I don’t want to lose any of you. I cannot have another Nadia...” You started, unable to keep the salty tears from running down your face, “They day she died, I was broken. She was the only person I ever loved and she’s gone. I had nothing.” You grew quiet and gazed at the woman’s face. A few tears had slipped from her eyes as well. She sat on the bed next to you and put a hand on your back.

“You know, I was like you. I used to have nothing, and then I got this family.” She began, rubbing slow circles over your back muscles, comforting you, “Everyone in this family has lost something, that’s what makes us so close. We are all there for each other, and we can be there for you too, you just have to let us in.”

For the first time since Nadia’s death, you bawled, burning hot tears streaming down your face, shaking sobs erupting from your body, hundred of ‘I’m sorry’s leaving your lips. Natasha hugged you comfortingly. You fell asleep in her embrace and she laid you back on your bed.

“Sleep tight, маленький.”

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I love!! I was wondering if you could add me to The Hit Girl tag list. The first chapter was sooo goooood!!!❤️

I definitely will! (I just need to figure out how to make a tag list😂😂) will do tho!! Thank you<3

-Ciara

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The Hit Girl

Part 1/???

A/N: What’s up? I’m back. We all know I freaking love Natasha, so I decided it would be fun to do kinda like a Tony and Peter thing, but with you and Natasha, plus the Black Widow movie is coming out next year and I’m ecstatic. This will be my first series and I’ll probably turn it into some kind of Peter Parker x reader later on. If you are emotionally attached to these characters (like I am), then this story will probably not be the happiest. I have lots of twists and turns and all sorts of ideas in my head, so I’m really excited to use them. Anyways... Enjoy!!! <3

Pairing(s): mentor!Natasha Romanoff x mentee!Reader, Peter Parker x Reader

Warnings: Language, violence, blood, a Badass Reader, a Badass Momma Romanoff, Sam being a dumbass, Clint and Tony act like they are three years old

Imagine being nothing but a pawn in someone else’s game of chess. That’s what you started out as. You started as a nobody in the Red Room. You were a pawn, you didn’t matter much to the player, used often for distraction, and nobody really cared much if you were lost. You hated that. Being the pawn in someone’s game is the most humiliating and self-degrading position. So, after Natasha Romanoff (one of the facilities strongest assassins) left, you promised yourself that you would take her place as the queen.

You one every sparing match you ever participated in. Each death of your opponent brought you one step closer to your goal. You were 15 by the time you were valued as the queen in the Red Room’s chess game, making you not only the best assassin the facility ever had, but also the youngest to ever achieve that rank. Everyone feared you, the other girls, the guards, even the instructors themselves. You had what you wanted, but still, you longed for more.

When Natasha heard of the news that the Red Room was still running, she was furious. She convinced Tony and Fury to allow her and the other Avengers to get the girls out of that place. The sufferings that Natasha went through during her time at the Red Room were indescribable. She would never wish that kind of pain on anyone, not even her worst enemies.

You were eighteen when it happened. The Avengers were spotted and every girl was killed, every girl except for you. You were their queen, their best attack and defence, without you, the game would be lost. While on your way out of the bunker, your instructors were all shot down, some with bullets in their heads, others with arrows through their hearts. You pulled the small handgun you carried with you and spun around quickly to prepare yourself for battle, but before you knew it, you were face to face with Natasha Romanoff. Part of you wanted to shoot her right then, but the other part of you decided that it might be better if you didn’t. You didn’t know why, but something told you to trust her. She personally escorted you to the Quinjet, Clint Barton watching your back.

As soon as the facility was void of any life, Natasha took the pleasure in blowing up that godforsaken place. You smirked to yourself, you hated that place. You might’ve been the queen, but that was purely survival instincts that kept you in that position and helped you realize how important it was.

“How come she is the only one?” Tony Stark asked, “I thought there was like... thirty-four girls.” His eyes glanced at you suspicously, but you stayed silent.

“The rest were killed, I guess to stop us from having so many like me.” Natasha shrugged, with a tinge of sadness and guilt in her eyes.

“Why is she alive then?”

“I don’t know.” Natasha’s gaze turned back to you as she eyed you up and down.

You decided that if they were to trust you, you needed to communicate. “I am their queen.” You stated like it was the most obvious thing on earth.

“What do you mean you’re their queen?” Clint asked, his hand prepared to reach into his quiver in case you were a deemed threat.

“The Red Room is like a game of chess...” Natasha muttered, deep in thought, “You start out as a pawn. Someone that doesn’t matter much to them, your death is inevitable, and you can be easily replaced. But, you can become a queen, someone that they cannot win the game without. She is the best of them all.”

You caught her gaze and nodded. “Yes, I am their most valuable piece. I won eighty-four sparring matches, and have yet to lose a single one.”

Steve glanced over at Natasha. Her eyes full of anxiety, caution, and wonder.

“How many did you win, Tash?” Steve asked.

“Thirty-two.”

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“What do you mean she’s dangerous? She like four feet tall and super cute!” Sam exclaimed. He had tried to tickle you, but Clint stopped him, explaining you were not to be messed with.

You felt Sam’s words light a fire in your stomach, and you grew enraged. Yes, you were short, but you were not adorable, and you were extremely dangerous. In the blink of an eye, you had Sam pinned to the ground, your knee pressing into his back, his wrists trapped by your hand, and a knife pressing into the back of his neck.

“Call me ‘adorable’ or mention my height again, and I will not hesitate to slit your throat, pluck out your eyes, and feed your organs to the birds you’re named after.” You growled in his ear, before releasing him and backing away. He stood up slowly, fear in his wide eyes and hands raised in surrender. The scary look on your face disappeared and was replaced with the sweetest smile you could make.

“Got it, will not do.”

“Ms. Chernov, you are requested to meet Ms. Romanoff in the training room at this time.” F.R.I.D.A.Y. spoke.

“Let’s go, kid.” Clint said, escorting you to the training room where you were meant to meet with Natasha.

When you walked into the room, Natasha smiled at you warmly, before nodded to Clint to let him know he was dismissed. Clint mouthed ‘good luck’, earning an eye roll from his best friend.

“So, (Y/N), was it?” Natasha asked, reviving a nod from you, “Nice to meet you, I’m Natasha.”

You ignored her extended hand, keeping your perfectly straight posture.

“Anyways, we have some rules for training here, it’s not like the Red Room.” She stated. “Rule number one: there will be no killing, everyone here is an equal, no one is better than another, there are no ‘ranks’ and everyone’s life if valued...” She went on to explain to you every rule and regulation before taking you to a room in the sleeping quarters of the facility. “This is your bedroom, you’re not going to be handcuffed to your bed, so you can move freely, but please don’t kill anyone in their sleep.”

You nodded, thought you didn’t know if you’d be able to keep that promise. Sam has already gotten on your nerves enough to receive a death threat, and you still had half of the other Avengers to meet.

“Last but not least,” Natasha started, before walking into your closet, a high-tech, black catsuit with blue accents, similar to the one that Natasha owned, displayed itself on a mannequin behind a secret door in your closet.

“Welcome to the Avengers, (Y/N).”

Before you could open your mouth to reply, Tony and Clint rushed into the room.

“Tasha!! (Y/N)!!! I got a name!!” Tony yelled enthusiastically.

“So do I! And mine is much better than his!” Clint retorted.

“Anyways... Nat, what do you think of Sapphire Shadow. Cool right?”

“Nonono, Kobalt Killer is much cooler, right Tash?”

The two men continued bickering before Natasha or (Y/N) could even respond.

“Okay, shut up!” Natasha stated harshly, fed up with the childishness of the two men, “why don’t we let (Y/N) decide on her name?”

“Ughh... fineeeeee.” They whined, before turning to face you, “So, (Y/N), what’s it gonna be?”

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IMPORTANT AUTHOURS NOTE:

Okay, so, I have honestly no idea what your name should be, so I’m gonna do a contest thingy to pick a winner. Here are the rules:

Must be commented/ reposted or you can tag me in a post of your own with the name you think would fit the character best

That’s it. There is one rule and the winner of the contest will get sneak peeks and stuff into the story I guess. Anyways, have a lovely rest of your day and thank you so much for reading! <3

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