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pinklybleu · 3 months

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Memories

Summary: With Pietro gone and no place to call home, Wanda is now living with the Avengers. If only Natasha would look at her.

Words: 1391 words

A/N: Thanks to @badingsm for helping me, because this probably wouldn't have any title at all which means I probably would just leave it again in my drafts. :)

It has been more than a month since the event of Sokovia and Natasha still wouldn’t look her in the eyes, she won’t even acknowledge her existence at all. Wanda couldn’t even blame the older woman for any of this, it was her fault after all.

The other Avengers would try to talk to Natasha about her behavior when in the vicinity of the witch, which the spy will only respond with a sharp glare that always shuts them up and then walk away.

“Why can’t she just forgive you?” Wanda looked up from her breakfast to Steve who was cooking at the stove then to the remaining Avengers, bar Natasha, sitting on the dining table with her who nodded in response to the blonde.

Wanda frowned, she was about to speak up but stopped when she noticed the redhead entering the kitchen and sitting down at the table to eat, and just went back to her food.

The Avengers have been relatively nice to her even after what she did to them, they even took her in after Pietro died and she has nowhere else to go home to.

The men badgering the spy was slowly getting into the brunette’s nerves. It was something Wanda noticed about them, they tend to push their opinions towards others and contradicting thoughts often leads to a shouting match (mostly Tony and Steve) but not Natasha, she either calmly explain her side or just plainly went silent. On this case she tends to do the latter. Staying silent whenever the others would ask why she wouldn’t give the witch the time of day or even try to talk to her, not even a single word.

“Are you going to continue like this, Nat?”

Steve’s voice broke her out of her thoughts. She looked back up to the others and noticed that once again Natasha was glaring at Steve, silently urging the blonde to go on.

“At the very least acknowledge her when she’s sitting at the table you are in.” Natasha frowned after a few seconds before standing up and walking away without a word.

Wanda would be lying if she said she wasn’t disappointed or even a little hurt. With her being new to America, and technically still not a citizen, she doesn’t know anyone else besides the Avengers and Natasha is the only other woman she knows. She would also be lying if she said she doesn’t see the older woman as a figure head, despite the spy being only five years older than her, especially after what she saw in the redhead’s mind.

“Please stop forcing her.” Her voice was soft and almost silent that they wouldn’t even hear it if they weren’t sitting a few feet from each other.

“I messed with her mind. It’s my fault.”

“Just as you did us, I don’t see how it’s any different.” Tony shrugged with a mouthful of food while pointing a fork in her direction.

“Yeah, but you helped us in the fight. We managed to get over that.” Steve commented pointing at himself and the others.

“You don’t understand.” She shakes her head. “What I did to her is not the same as what I did to any of you. I showed all of you what you fear, I couldn’t find anything within the depths of her mind.” Clint dropped his fork at his plate, making a crisp sound resounding in the silence of the kitchen.

“You… Tell me you didn’t.” he was looking at her as if pleading. She looked down at her plate, her hands holding onto the utensils tightly, as she felt tears welling up in her eyes.

“I… No matter how much I tried I couldn’t find her fears, so I showed her the worst memories she had.” Everyone but Clint was looking at her, confused. Clint felt himself in the brink of tears. He, being the first person that Natasha trusted after the Red Room, was told by her, trusted even, of what she experienced in that place. The very first time she told him; she was very detached to it as if she was merely talking about the weather. It took him months of convincing along with therapy (required, specifically asked by Fury) for her to understand that what happened to her is extremely traumatizing and not at all normal. Now, after knowing that what little progress he had on the redhead, whom he sees as a little sister, could’ve been obliterated made him a little mad at the witch. He immediately took a deep breath to calm himself down, he couldn’t blame her, she was manipulated by HYDRA and then Ultron.

“That’s why I understand why she would blame me, and I’m really sorry about what I did so please don’t push her anymore. She also deserves her space.” She left the kitchen, suddenly not feeling hungry anymore leaving the remaining Avengers to contemplate her words.

Maybe some air would do her good.

Wanda walked to the elevator with the rooftop as her destination.

The moment she took a step in the rooftop after the elevator door opened, she stopped. She saw Natasha sitting in the stone bench with her back to her, the wind gently blowing on her curls. The witch was about to go back to the elevator when she heard a voice.

“I know you’re there.”

Wanda stood frozen. This is the first time that the older woman has directly acknowledged her.

“Don’t just stand there.”

She walked slowly towards the redhead as though if she went any faster, she would receive the wrath of the other woman.

“You know I’m not mad at you, right?” this stopped the brunette in her tracks, slow as they may be. If she wasn’t mad at her, why does the redhead kept ignoring her?

Natasha tilted her head while patting on the space beside her, indicating the witch to sit beside her on the bench.

Wanda sat down while looking at Natasha who was still staring ahead, gazing at the view.

“I’m sorry.” Wanda blurted out; she couldn’t take the silence anymore. Natasha turned to look at her, brows furrowed slightly.

“I messed with your mind, so I understand why you wouldn’t want to interact with me but I want you to know that I am sorry and that you don’t have to forgive me.”

“Oh, honey. Is that what you think?” Natasha was looking at her softly, her voice sounding so gentle despite its raspy tone.

“I never blamed you for anything. The reason why I couldn’t look at you is because you remind me of someone.” She smiled as if remembering a beautiful memory.

“She’s my sister, both of you are the same age you know. No one knows about her other than Clint. She was only six the last time I saw her. I can’t look at you because I remember how much of a failure I am at being a sister. I remember how I failed to save her from the hell that I was raised in.” Natasha frowned.

“They took her from me. Ripped her out of my grasp before shoving her into a different cargo container. That was the last time I saw her. I should’ve fought more, maybe I could’ve taken her with me.”

“Or you could’ve gotten yourself killed.” Wanda said softly.

“Probably, but at least I tried.” The redhead tried to smile but ended more with a grimace.

Natasha sighed.

“Don’t blame yourself, alright? I never once blamed you for anything.” The older woman looked at her with sincerity in her eyes. She doesn’t know why but she felt her eyes stinging with tears as she felt the weight on her shoulders, she didn’t know she had, disappear.

“Come here.” Natasha smiled, opening her arms. Wanda leaned towards her, wrapping her arms around the older woman while sobbing.

“Shh. It’s okay, darling. You’re okay now.” Natasha pressed a kiss in her hair.

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pinklybleu · 3 months

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Spider

Summary: Just a normal day in the Avengers tower. Well, as normal as it could get.

Word Count: 734 words

A/N: This is for @badingsm who convinced me to post this. Here you are, lovely. ;)

If someone said she's a coward, they would be getting punched in the face, because she's not and anyone who said otherwise is a liar.

"Has anyone seen Natasha?" Steve's voice echoed to where she was. She crawled a few meters more to see where the voice came from. She looked from the grilled opening of the vent to see Steve standing in the tower's living room with Clint. She kept silent and continued watching them.

"We we're supposed to spar today but I can't seem to find her anywhere." she cursed silently, suddenly remembering what she was supposed to do, well before stuff happens and she came right where she is now.

"Have you checked her room?" Clint knows that Natasha is someone who would disappear so suddenly but not if she had prior arrangements or promises to complete, that's just not her.

"Yeah, I also checked everywhere else." Steve scratched his head still wondering where the redhead was.

Natasha kept looking at them silently from where she was and wondered if she should go down, she's the Black Widow damn it! What is there for her to be afraid off? Nothing! Especially not a-.

"Ahhhhh!!!" then a shattering sound.

That was not her. She focused her sight to the one who screamed. It was Tony, who was running towards the living room before standing on the coffee table.

"Tony, Tony! What is going on?" both Steve and Clint are looking at him in confusion. Wondering what the hell he was doing.

"I was getting some coffee in the kitchen and saw this spider or the wall, so I threw my mug at it before coming here." they looked back at Tony in amusement.

"Where is it then?" asked Clint, fist covering his mouth trying to stop himself from laughing.

"I don't know, it entered the vents when I ran." Natasha froze in her place. She looked around and there it is, a few inches away from her, the hairy monster who she had been hiding from, staring at her with its deadly eyes.

"Ahhhh!"

"Is that Natasha?" Steve wondered after hearing the scream, the others also looked confused.

Natasha immediately tried opening the vent, trying faster the moment she saw the monster crawl towards her.

A clang was heard as she pushed the opening towards the floor and crawled out, immediately running towards Steve and jumping on him, as he's the tallest out of the three. Steve tried to hold onto Natasha as he staggered a little when she jumped at him. He looked at her with her head hiding on the junction on his neck and shoulders and with both arms and legs around him, and is she whimpering? Clint stared at them with his brows furrowing.

"It's the spider!" he looked back up to Tony who was still standing on the coffee table and now pointing at something. Steve looked towards where it is, expecting a big spider crawling at the wall, only to saw a tiny one, barely ever the size of a fingernail.

This time Clint couldn't stop his laughter as he also saw the spider Tony was talking about.

"Don't laugh! Kill it!" Natasha screamed, face still hidden on Steve's shoulder.

"Nat, it's fine." Steve rubbed her back trying to console her.

"It's not, it's hideous and it's gonna eat me!" Clint was now lying on the floor still laughing while holding his stomach.

"It's not going to eat you, Nat." Steve said trying to get her to stop hiding in his shoulders.

"It will, I know it, it stared at me with those hungry eyes." he glared at Clint, who was still laughing and Tony, who was nodding his head agreeing to everything the redhead said.

Steve sighed to himself wondering how a normal day would come to this. He tried getting Natasha off of him which only made her grip on him tighten.

"Clint help me on this, please?" he pleaded to him. Clint stood up from the floor, still laughing a little before scooping the spider from the wall and opening one of the windows to let it go.

"There, Clint took care of it. It's gone now." Tony walked down from the table slowly before brushing and composing himself and walking out without another word. Clint stared at the billionaire's back chuckling.

"Nat, come on. You can let go of me now."

"No."

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pinklybleu · 3 months

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Peter: Why does Nat always do the laundry so loudly? Clint: So everyone knows that no one is helping her. Natasha: [slams the washing machine door closed]

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pinklybleu · 3 months

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Natasha: I would kill for you.

Peter: That’s great, but would you do algebra with me?

Natasha:

Natasha: Are you sure you don’t want me to kill for you?

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pinklybleu · 4 months

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Yelena: I can’t wait until your wedding.

Kate: So how did you two meet?

Nat: I tried to kill her and her brother, who is now dead.

Wanda: And I tried to kill her and her entire team, which is now broken up after they all tried to kill each other.

Kate: *blinks*

Yelena: Damn. How are we gonna fill the wedding guest list?

Wanda: *smiling* I’m going to invite the citizens of the town I enslaved.

Kate: tHE WHAT

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pinklybleu · 4 months

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wednesday miscalculates

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pinklybleu · 5 months

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speaking of the proposal fic, I think natasha will be culture shock on how filipinos celebrate their christmas (the fact that we start celebrating it on september 1st)

the christmas decorations and kids roaming around to sing their christmas carols, the simbang gabi or misa de gallo (if u ever consider reader being catholic)

It's also a great opportunity for them to bond together OR NATASHA ALSO BONDING WITH LOLA DURING THE HOLIDAYS😭🫶🏻

Part V — Traditions, Marites, Romanoff

"How long weren't you home again?"

You rolled your eyes as Natasha questioned nonchalantly from the closed bathroom door as you positioned the comforter against the flooring because you volunteered to sleep there.

"3 years."

"That's quite... lengthy," She offered.

"Hmm, my boss is kind of cruel, huh?" You remarked sarcastically as you searched for the best sleeping position on the solid floor.

Before she poked her head out, you could hear her scoff and seriously mumble, "Close your eyes and don't look, or I'll poke your eyes out."

"Assuming ka talaga." You smirked. "Fine, I won't."

And with that, she went out of the bathroom with her long-sleeved pajama pairs and socks, making you laugh lowly, but she still, of course, heard it.

"So that's the clothes that you decided to bring in here." You chuckled. "In this tropical country?"

"Uh, yeah, because I was supposed to stay in a hotel room alone," Natasha replied, her brow furrowed. "Remember?"

"Whatever, let's go to sleep."

Ring ring!

That was the first annoying thing that Natasha heard before she reluctantly opened her eyes. She tried to pat the bedside table, but she couldn't find her phone there, so she had no choice but to crawl towards her bag, where she sleepily searched for the device.

"Y/n! Phone!" Natasha mumbled a few curses while she went on a search. "Y/n! Where's my phone?!"

"Yeah, left side pocket." You groaned, turning on your side to hopefully continue your sleep.

"Hello? Hello? Good morning!" She answered. "There's not much signal; wait! Hello?"

"God, Natasha! Somebody's sleeping here!" You exclaimed, your eyes still closed and your brows practically touching in irritation.

With that, Natasha left with her phone clasped between her ear and her palm, frantically tying her bathrobe around her waist in search of a signal.

"Hey, I'm sorry, signal's kind of hard for me, but how was my proposal? I know, you couldn't say no to that! I mean—" The redhead frowned when she saw some older women across from her, probably in their 50s, looking at her and pointing at her as if they're gossiping something about her. "Yes, I know, I'm great. Besides, that's just our proposal for your investment in our company; we're not even on the exciting part yet."

The older women kept staring at her, which she ignored at first since she was attending to some important business matters and believed that they would soon stop, but oh, no.

"Yes, thank you. Looking forward to doing more businesses with you soon! See you on the contract signing!" She sighed as she hung up the phone, because even though none of this is new to her, it's exhausting at times, causing her to fall into her foul mood as she turned her head and saw the same three older women staring at her.

"Do you guys have a problem-"

And before she could even finish her question, she heard your Lola's voice from behind.

"Apo kong maganda! Kain na tayo!"

"I'm sorry, what is Kain again?" Natasha inquired meekly as she turned with a smile, disregarding the women for the time being.

"It means eat. Come on, let's go get you some breakfast!" Lola ushered her inside, which she gladly did, but her ears picked up something from the elder woman, which caused her to widen her eyes. "You need to supply some energy so you can give my baby apo."

"Um.." Natasha bit her inner cheeks; she's not sure what to say, so instead of reacting, she sighed gratefully when she heard your hoarse morning voice as you made your way to the dining room.

"Magandang umaga!" You greeted everyone with a smile.

"What? No morning kisses for Natasha?" Your Lola asked teasingly as your mother chuckled while serving the dishes on the table. "Apo naman, wala ka talagang ka-sweet-sweet diyan sa katawan mo!"

"Amoy panis pa hininga niyan, 'La! Nagtoothbrush na ako oh!" You quipped, smirking as Natasha looked at you, puzzled, while assisting your mother in setting the table.

"Ikaw talagang bata ka!" Your mama shook her head. "Osya umupo na kayo at kumain diyan, tapos na kaming nagkape ng Daddy mo."

"You're not going to eat with us?" You pursed your lips, grabbing some garlic rice for yourself.

"Mamaya nalang, anak. Pupunta muna ako sa simbahan, simbang gabi na mamaya, kaya kailangan naming ayusan ang simbahan."

"Hmm.. okay!" You grinned, excited to attend the mass again after 3 years of not doing so. Just after your mother left, you turned to your side, where Natasha scanned the food quietly, unsure of what to get. "This is the typical Filipino breakfast, not cereals or what..."

"Apo, you should try the tapa! It's one of my specialties." Your Lola, who's sitting at the head of the table, grabbed the food and filled Natasha's plate with it. Along with some fried sunny side up eggs and some garlic rice too. She thanked the woman before delicately placing a spoonful in her mouth. "How was it?"

"It's really good!" Natasha grinned, cheeks blown. "What's the tagalog for delicious?"

"Masarap." You butted in, using your hands to feed yourself because the food just tastes a lot better when you do that. "Parang ako."

"Huh?" Nat turned to you to ask about your last phrase, but she got distracted when she noticed you eat traditionally. She then turned to your Lola to see that she's doing the same thing, eating with her bare hands. "Um.."

"It's okay; you can use a spoon and fork," You assured her, but she shook her head. Wanting to respect your culture, she put down her utensils and got off the chair to wash her hands before she went back and tried doing it herself.

Her rice landed on the plate the first time, and she grimaced. Then it happened again, and you saw her struggle, so you coached her until she figured it out.

"Ay, apo!" Your Lola called after gulping some water, "Alam mo ba kanina? Pinagfi-fiesta-han 'tong si Ganda! Diyos ko, kung hindi lang ako lumabas malamang hindi na titigil ang mga chismosang Marites na 'yon!"

"Why? What happened?" You furrowed your brows, turning towards Natasha. "What are you doing outside anyway?"

"Business call." Natasha shrugged. "And what are Chizmowsang Marites?"

"They're like gossipers, but in a Filipino way. It's hard to explain, so my best advice is that you ignore them."

"Tama." Your Lola agreed. "Don't mind them, Ganda."

"I'm sorry, but what does that mean?" Natasha questioned confusedly. "The last word.."

"Aba! Hindi ka pa ba nasabihan ng ganiyan ng Apo ko?!" Your Lola then looked pointedly at you. "Ganda means beautiful."

Natasha flushed against her will, gulping the last drip of her water before she stood up and began cleaning the dishes when she saw that everyone was done eating.

"Nako, Apo! Let Y/n clean the dishes! You're our guest; you shouldn't do that."

You pouted, but Natasha chuckled and shook her head from side to side at your expression. "Please, I insist."

Lola sighed, "Y/n, tulungan mo siya, ha?"

"Opo, 'La." You nodded. "Pahinga po muna kayo sa sala; ako na pong bahala rito."

"Sige!"

The night arrived soon, and you all got ready for the mass since Christmas is approaching. Therefore, there's this tradition called Simbang Gabi, in which Filipinos attend nine consecutive nights of mass leading up to Christmas. Some people believe that if you complete those nine days, your wish will come true, and you, of course, are one of those people.

An hour later, the mass ended; it was packed with great words and lessons from the priest, and as it ended, you smiled and grabbed for your elder family members' hands to place against your forehead. "Bless po."

Natasha, who was still adjusting and in awe when she discovered that you begin celebrating Christmas times on September 1st, mimicked your actions with an uncertain grin of her own while the choir sang Christmas carols in the background.

"Anak, may mga nagtitinda diyan ng iba't-ibang klaseng pagkain, dalhin mo si Natasha doon at uuwi na kami dahil kailangan na naming papagpahingahin ang Lola mo."

And who are you to say no to food?

"Okay, Ma! See you tomorrow!" You bid your goodbye after you closed the door of their car, leaving you alone with Natasha, who was silently questioning you. "Come on, let's bring the Christmas spirit to the next level."

With that, you grabbed her hand, pulling her towards some stalls as you ordered food for the both of you.

"What is this?" Natasha asked, looking skeptical at the stick you handed her.

"That's isaw. My favorite." You informed her geedily, "Try it! It's a chicken intestine."

She raised her brow, but thankfully, she wasn't a picky eater, so she took a bite for herself.

"So?"

"It's actually... good." Natasha nodded with a faint smile. "How about this one?"

She took another stick, and this one stands out from the others since it's black and cube-shaped.

"That's betamax or dugo," You informed her. "That's better when it's paired with some vinegar; go try it."

She did as she was told out of curiosity before she tasted it herself, "Hmm.. unusual, but it's also masarap."

"Very well." You grinned proudly.

You ate lots of foods like puto bumbong and bibingka, as well as some additional street foods like kwek-kwek and calamares, till both of your tummies hurt from fullness.

At the end of the night, you were both exhausted, but you felt happy.

Especially Natasha.

She never celebrated Christmas before, and this was all new to her, not to mention the culture that she's still trying to adjust to.

Your family was beyond welcoming to her, and that was enough already to make her heart soar, unaware that it was possible to feel this way where it's overmwhelmingly too much as her heart celebrates and dances in every beat.

In addition to that, she appreciates you.

The way that you treated her well—helping her adjust, treating her most foods—she's sure that by the time you're both back in New York, she's all stuffed with delicious delicacies. The way you hold her waist as you cross the street means you will be the one to walk on the part where it's rocky due to the cars that's passing by. The way that you took her to the mass every single night until all of them were complete and then treated her to some more food even though she insisted on paying. The way you give some money to the children who come around and sing Christmas songs in front of your house, loving the smiles on their faces as you give them a few extra bills. Not eating for breakfast until she's eating by your side to eat with you and your family. Taking her to some of your memorable spots around your town. And then, there comes the best and her favorite part: when she gets to watch how brilliantly you smile with your eyes glistening in euphoria when you recall some of your core memories from your time in this country—God, it all felt new, but a good kind of new.

It may have seemed cliche and uncharacteristic of Natasha, but we must remember that she is a person with emotions and feelings, and experiencing all of these emotions is normal, especially when she realizes something.

She's madly in love.

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