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You Were Finished Long Before We Had Even Seen The Start

You Were Finished Long Before We Had Even Seen The Start

Word Count: 7904

Indie Rocker!Eddie Munson x POC!Indie Rocker!Reader “Sug” x Fuckboy!Steve Harrington

Early 2000s Indie Rockstar AU

Summary: You both knew how he was and yet you somehow still put your faith in him to not to treat you like all the others. Lesson learned. At least you got a song out of it, right?

Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI. Angst and Fluff and Smut, Shameless Smut, Angst and Feels, Angst with a Happy Ending, Feels, Bisexual Eddie Munson, Bisexual Steve Harrington, Threesome - F/M/M, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Light Dom/sub, Aftercare, Humor

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It all started a couple of weeks ago during movie night at Steve’s.

After everyone had gone to sleep in various areas of the house, the three of us were still a bit wired. So we retreated to Steve’s room and decided to play a game of 20 questions. Truth or dare really, without the ridiculous dares.

A question about sexual orientation came up. As it always seems too during these things.

Everyone knows you don’t have a preference for who you share your bed with. Gender truly means nothing to you in that regard. Seeing as there is no term for such an orientation these days you tend to go by Queer or Bi if someone really pushes it.

Your beloved Eddie is the same way. He just choses to remain label-less.

Although you’re a couple, you do tend to allow others into your bed from time to time if the mood strikes you. Your each other’s end game though for sure. Play partners are just that, for play.

Your only somewhat surprised to find out that Steve isn’t completely straight and has fooled around with men before. Always as a top of course. The man really loves to be serviced as much as he loves servicing. Or so he says.

“Have you ever kissed a guy before? Hooking up can mean a variety of things that don’t always include kissing.” You ask.

“Um,” He scratches the back of his neck. “Actually, I haven’t.”

“Wait, you mean to tell me you’ve had a dick in your mouth but never kissed a man?” Eddie chuckles out.

“Well, yeah.”

You and Eddie share a look with each other. Devilish smiles spreading across your faces. You’ve had many a conversation and dirty talk that involved your shared attraction and crush one Steve Harrington.

“Do you want to?” You ask.

“Want to what?”

“See what it’s like to kiss guy?” You and Eddie blurt out at the same time.

“I mean I wouldn’t say no. But funny enough, it’s never really come up.”

“What do you think sweetheart? Should I volunteer myself for a little experimentation?” Eddie wiggles his brows.

“I don’t mind. But it’s not up to me now is it puppy?”

“Harrington?”

Steve’s eyes are locked on Eddies lips as he bites his own.

“How bout we give him a little taste of them in action?” You propose as you dance your fingers along the smooth collum of skin along Eddie’s Adam’s apple.

“I think that is a fabulous idea.” He grips your chin between his thumb and forefinger. Bringing your mouth to his where they connect in an all too familiar embrace. It’s slow, sensual, and so damn sweet it’s almost teeth rottingly beautiful.

Steve is entranced. Hypnotized by the natural way you submit to Eddie’s control. He wants a taste of that. Even if just this once. Because that is all he can ever be good for. Just one night.

Or so he believes. He has never stayed longer than that. The only time he ever allowed himself that kind of indulgence was with Nancy. That ended up with him being left anyway, so what was the point of trying to stay if everyone always leaves.

That’s a problem for later though. Right now, he really wants to know what Eddie’s lips feel like and how you taste on his tongue. It’s a two for one deal he’s dying to try if the uncomfortable bulge in his sweats is anything to go by.

Eddie breaks the kiss. Hand still clasped around your chin. Your eyes are lust blown and you have the sexiest little smile on your face.

“Think you wanna give it a try Big Boy?” Eddie’s is riddled with its own lust.

He visibly swallows and nods his head. “Yeah.”

Eddie releases your face. A whimper escapes you in protest and he gives your forehead a quick peck. “I’ll be right back baby. I know you want to know what the King tastes like. Be a good girl for me and I’ll let your first taste of him be mixed with my tongue. Hmm.”

You nod your head.

“Words, little bunny.”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Good girl.” Crawling over on his hands and knees, Eddie moves toward an anxious looking Steve. “You sure you’re ready for this?”

Steve nods his head. “Yeah.”

“Good.” He reaches forward, running a hand up Steve’s neck before tangling his fingers through the hair along his nape and pulling him forward. Similarly to the way he pulled you in just minutes before. He stops with his mouth just millimeters separating them. Giving Steve the chance to back out if that was what he wanted to do.

Instead Steve closes the gap and allows himself to be taking under Eddie’s spell. His lips are soft but that’s the only thing soft about this kiss. It is intense and all consuming. Making all his blood continue to run south to his already aching dick. Turning it to stone.

He can hear a faint whine in the distance. Most likely coming from you. He wants to see what this kiss is doing to make you whine like that. He’s dying to know what you think.

He doesn’t have to wait long to figure it out as Eddie pulls back. Releasing his hold on Steve’s hair. A small string of saliva connecting them to each other until they both turn to look at you.

You’re squirming in your spot on the floor. Thighs squeezed tight together. Looking for something to ease the ache you’re experiencing between your neglected pussy.

“Come here bunny girl.” Eddie husks out with a quirk of his fingers.

You quickly scramble over to him. As you’re deciding where to sit, he grips your waist and places you on his lap. Making sure your sweet little pussy is nestled in close to his rock-hard length. You whimper a bit at the feeling of him right up against where you need him most.

“What are you waiting for Bunny? You’ve earned your taste.” He sticks his tongue out and you latch on to it with a hunger Steve was not prepared for.

You moan as the flavor of him mixes with your boyfriends. Deepening the kiss your hips begin to grind against Eddie’s hardness nestled between your thighs.

Steve can’t help but to palm his own hardness trapped within his sweats. Is our combined taste really turning you on that much?

Eddie’s hands are gripped tight on your ass. Helping guide you over his shaft.

Steve may have had a wet dream or five about a scenario involving the three of you, just like this.

His eyes are fixated on the swell of your ass adorned with Eddie’s silver ringed fingers. He barely registers that Eddie has asked him a question.

“Huh?”

“I asked if you needed any help with that?” He points to Steve’s crotch. Where his hand has slipped under his sweats and has taken a full grip on his dick. Precum has begun to leak from his tip, creating a small wet patch against the grey fabric. He didn’t even realize that he had been slowly jacking off.

“Uh, Shit. Sorry. No. No. It’s ok. You guys stay here. I’m going to go take care of this.”

You whine when he gets up to walk out of the room. It stops him midway to the door.

Eddie begins to reassure you. “Oh Bunny. It’s okay. Stevie didn’t mean anything by it. I’m sure he wanted a kiss from you too. Who wouldn’t want to drown in your sugary sweetness?”

“What?” Steve turns with a look of confusion on his face.

“Oh your still here.” Eddie nonchalantly states. “She thinks she ruined your experience by being too eager over getting a taste of you when you never asked to kiss or involve her.”

Shock registers on his face. “Excuse me?”

“Tell him Bunny.” Eddie pinches your ass.

You fidget in Eddies lap. Unable to make eye contact with Steve. “Um. Well. I just got so turned-on watching you guys’ kiss. It was really fucking hot. I wanted to see more. Where it would lead to. Maybe even get my own private little live action porno. I was going to stay out of it. Promise I was. But then Eddie told me to come over for a taste and I just lost my mind. I’m sorry Steve. I should be the one to leave to let you guys enjoy yourself. We usually play together but I can stay on the sidelines or leave the room if that’s what you need me to do.”

“Why would you leave the room?”

“So you can continue your little switching experiment without any distractions.”

“You’re not a distraction in the way you’re thinking, Sug. Trust me.” Steve states with a crooked little smile.

“Then what way is it?”

“The, I can’t tell if I want you sandwiched between us or I want to be sandwiched between you two, kind of way.”

Your lips round on an exhale. “Oh.”

“Yeah.” He bites his lip. “And you kissed Eddie first remember. So I already got a taste of you and that really wasn’t enough.”

“What are you saying Steve? Do want to kiss me?”

“I’ve always had a sweet tooth. Why wouldn’t I want a taste of all that Sugar?”

A shiver runs down your spine at his words.

“Damn. King Steve strikes again. She’s like putty in your hands. Took me like a month to get her like this.”

“I can’t take all the credit. I didn’t even know she was submissive until you grabbed her chin and she melted into your kiss. I may have pulled her a bit deeper but that’s all you Eddie.”

“Thanks Stevie.” The man beams with pride. “So which one do you want more?”

“More what?”

“Do you want to have her sandwiched between us? Or do you want to be the filling in the middle?” Eddie asks.

Steve groans and grabs his cock once more. “Honestly.” He gives himself a squeeze as he imagines just what he wants. “I want to know what it feels like to be in the middle. I’ve only bottomed once or twice. I enjoyed it but I felt like something was missing. To fill someone up while I’m also nice and full. Fuck, that sounds heavenly.”

“Oh, Big Boy. Your wish is definitely my command. What do you say Bunny? Wanna have ourselves a Stevie sandwich. Finally see what all the fuss is about?”

“Yes, please.” You quickly agree. Uncaring of how this might go terribly wrong. Steve is the King of fuckboys after all.

“You heard her. Lose the clothes Harrington.” Eddie demands.

As Steve strips himself, Eddie takes his time undressing you. Almost as if he was putting on a show for Steve. Once you’re bare, he tells you to go lie on the bed as he quickly devests himself of his own tight clothing.

You're playing with yourself by the time they both reach the bed. Sinking two fingers into your dripping cunt. Coating them in your sweet arousal. Slowly pulling them out, you spread your fingers wide to show off the sticky mess now coating your hand.

Sitting up, you offer up your slick soaked fingers to Steve.

He crawls up into his bed, settling himself between your thighs. Widening them further with his hips as he weaves his tongue between your digits before sucking them into his mouth. Hollowing his cheeks and moaning at the sweet tartness dancing along his tastebuds.

A hand between his shoulder blades has Steve blinking his eyes open. Pupils blown out. Leaving only a sliver of their hypnotic brown to be seen.

“I know for a fact that my Bunny is more than wet enough to help aid in your bottoming adventure. But it never hurts to add some extra lubrication. Got any lube in here Stevie? If not, I’ll have to make a trip to the van.” Eddie inquires.

Eyes never straying from your glistening folds Steve responds to Eddie almost on autopilot. “N-nightstand. Top drawer. It’s a pretty new bottle too.”

“Good boy.” Eddie gives his ass a light slap and retrieves the lube. On his way back onto the bed he leans down to check in with you. Placing a sweet kiss on your lips. “You still ok with this Bunny?”

“I’m very green, Sir. Check for yourself if you don’t believe me.” You tease.

He slides his hand down your torso. The metal of this rings cool against your over heated skin. When he meets the tender flesh of your pussy, he strokes along your weeping slit. Gathering your wetness to then tease your clit with tiny little circles.

You can’t help the moan that escapes. He knows how to use those dexterous guitarist fingers, all too well.

“Mmm. Thanks for the assist baby. This’ll definitely help ease my fingers inside him.”

With his hand on Steve’s hip, he slides it down to grip his cheek. Spreading the supple skin to allow him access to Steve’s own little sweet hole.

“Now, Stevie. While I'm back here doing the hard work of prepping this nice ass of yours. I’m going to need you to be as relaxed as possible. My advice is to slide inside Bunnies warm and inviting cunt. I promise the grip of her walls hugging your cock will turn your brain to mush.”

“You good with that Sugar? Gonna let me sink right in?” Steve whispers in your ear.

“Please. I’m so empty Stevie.” You beg.

“We can’t have that now can we?” Giving himself a slow stroke. He gives his base a squeeze as he glides his tip along your folds. Tapping it against your aching button, making you gasp and squirm.

Your eyes remain focused on his face as he notches himself at your entrance and slowly pushes his way inside.

Your mouth opens on a silent moan. Eyes rolling to the back of your head with the intrusion as you whisper a soft, “Oh fuck.”

“What is it Bunny?” Eddie, who has been watching with his own hand wrapped around his dick, asks.

“Big.” You moan out. “He’s so big. Sooo full.”

Eddie gives a little sadistic chuckle. “Oh this is going to be even more fun than I originally thought.”

Steve turns his head. Having caught his breath from the initial shock of your tight pussy gripping him tight. Ready with a sassy reply on his tongue. A reply that never makes it past his throat, as Eddie takes his fingers coated in your slick and teases them against his hole.

With a little pressure, Eddie’s fingertip sinks in. He pushes it further past the ring of muscle until he is two knuckles deep. Pulling out he adds a second finger and begins scissoring them.

Steve groans at the intrusion. Hips grinding involuntarily from the sensations. His trimmed patch of hair along his pelvis rubbing against your sensitive pearl. Pulling quiet moans from your throat.

Eddie continues with his prep until he feels that Steve is ready to take his cock. Snapping the bottle of lube open, he applies a generous amount to his rigid length.

Pulling his fingers out, he grips Steve’s cheeks. Spreading him wide and spitting on his hole for good measure. With his dick firmly in hand he kisses the tip to Steve’s puckered hole and gently inches his way in.

Both men groan as Eddie bottoms out. Steve, overloaded with pleasurable sensations, is a panting mess.

“You gonna get those hips moving and satisfy my girl or am I going to have to fuck the both of you myself?” Eddie taunts.

“How the hell would you do that?” Steve ponders out loud.

“Like this.” Eddie pulls out almost to the tip and slams back forward. Thrusting so hard that he moves Steve’s hips. Pushing him deeper inside of you.

When he pulls back once more, Steve’s hips back out from you just a bit with them.

Than Eddies does it again. Choosing to stay still once he’s slammed home. “So again. Are you gonna fuck us yourself or am I going to be the one doing all the fucking?”

“Fuck. You. Eddie.” Steve grits out through pants.

“Maybe next time.” Eddie teases. “At least rub Bunny’s clit. Want to watch her come all over your dick before you lose it. With how taut your muscles are I expect this to go rather quickly.”

Steve turns to glare over his shoulder at Eddie. The subtle movement causes his hips to tilt in just a way that has his thickness grazing against your sweet spongy spot making you moan. Grabbing the attention of both men.

Your eyes are glazed over, and your bottom lip is being held hostage by your top teeth.

“Look at you little one. Laying here all patient like a good girl while we bicker like fools.” Steve coos. Mesmerized by how gorgeous you look underneath him.

“She’s the best girl.” Eddie says. Leaning over Steve’s shoulder to gaze down at you. “She deserves a reward for such good behavior don’t you think? How about a cream pie? Hmm. Stevie fills you up with a fat load while I do the same to him. Sound good to you Bunny?”

“Please.” You whine. You just want someone to move already. You’re so turned on it won’t take much for you to come undone.

Steve groans at your plea. Eddie swivels his hips and grinds deeper into Steve once more. Causing the overstimulated man to arch back into him and then plunge himself forward. Finally giving in and taking all the pleasure he can get.

It doesn’t take long before the room is filled with the cacophony of moans and whimpers as you lose yourselves in each other. The unmistakable sound of flesh hitting flesh rattling off the walls.

Steve’s thumb is rubbing circles against your swollen clit and you can no longer take the torture. You are the first one to succumb to the pleasure and lose your in the tidal wave of an orgasm.

Your pussy clenching down around Steve causes a domino effect. Without warning Steve’s length thickens even further as his cock begins to unload rope after rope of his creamy seed into your waiting womb.

The orgasm so powerful that his own hole, stretched wide by Eddie’s girth, starts to pulsate with each spurt. Taking Eddie over the edge, as he buries himself deep and let’s Steve milk him for all he’s worth.

You all collapse to the bed in a puddle of tangled limbs. Your pussy is a drenched mess covered in slick and Steve’s cum leaking from your still quivering hole. Eddie can’t help but lean over and clean the mess up with his tongue. Even going so far as to clean your essence off of Steve’s dick as well. Giving the stunned man a deep kiss once he’s finished.

He then proceeds to scoop you up into his arms and bring you to the bathroom so you can pee. There will be no UTI’s on his watch. When you’ve finished, he places you on the counter and using a warm wash cloth, delicately cleans your swollen petals of any remaining mess. A common practice in his aftercare.

Upon exiting the bathroom, with you wrapped tightly around his torso, Eddie notices the room is now vacant. Steve is nowhere to be found. He places you back on the bed and tucks himself in behind you.

“Where’s Steve?”

“Probably just went to use another bathroom. Get some sleep Bunny.” He kisses the back of your neck and you lose yourself to the pull of slumber.

You wake the next morning. Still wrapped in Eddies arms. The spot next to you in bed looks the same as before you crashed. You try and carefully remove yourself from your boyfriends’ arms but he begins to stir, pulling you in closer.

“Baby, I have to pee and we need to get going. I’m sure everyone is already awake.”

“Okay. Okay.” Eddie mumbles.

You pull yourselves out of bed, get dressed and make your way out to the kitchen where you hear numerous voices chattering.

“Morning.” You greet your friends. Noting that a particular person is missing. “Where’s Steve?”

“Oh, he left already. Said he had something he needed to do at work this morning.” Dustin relays.

“It’s Sunday. We don’t even open until 11. What could he possibly have to do?” Robin argues.

“I don’t know. That’s just what he told me.”

You and Eddie share a look. You can’t hide the mild hurt in your eyes. You really hope this isn’t what your gut is screaming it is.

Turns out, it was exactly what you thought it was.

You haven’t heard from or seen Steve since that night you all spent tangled up together. Eddie’s calls to hang out received “I’m sorry man. I’m busy,” or “Let me think about it”. If they didn’t go straight to voicemail.

You don’t even know what happened. You weren’t expecting him to crawl back into your guy’s bed or want to be a part of the relationship. But you also weren't expecting him to ghost the both of you like he has all the others. You were friends. The best of friends you thought. But it looks like you were sorely mistaken.

And goddamn does it sting.

“Bunny, I’m loving that the creative juices are flowing, but we really need to rehearse for this week’s show baby. Kind of hard to do without our lead singer.” Eddie teases you.

He’s also been effected by Steve’s coldness. He’s just better at hiding it. “What are you working on anyway?”

“I’m just working through some shit. Trying to purge it from my system. It’s that or turn to violence and vandalism.” You say with a sweet smile.

“I love how quickly you can go from sweet to vicious. All while maintaining a look of innocence.” He chuckles. “Let me see what ya got.”

You hand over your tattered notebook, where you’ve scribbled down your feelings toward the situation with Steve. He scans the words with a critical eye, brows furrowing like when he’s working on a new campaign for Hellfire Club.

“Do you have a melody for this already?”

“Kind of.”

“Good. So we can workshop it. I have some ideas.”

“Why would we need to workshop it?”

“Because babe. We’re going to preform it Saturday night in front of all our friends. Including Steve.”

“How on earth are we going to do that when he’s avoiding us like the plague?” You question.

He stretches his hand out to help you off the floor. Pulling you close as soon as you rise. “Just leave that to me, Bunny.” He kisses you on the nose and smacks your ass. “Now let’s make go make some music!”

“Come on Steve. Everyone’s waiting inside.” Robin whines.

“I told you I’m not feeling it tonight. I promised I would drive you and I have. Call me if you need a ride home.” Steve says with a sigh. He just wants to go home and sulk. Hiding from the recent feelings that he has been trying to avoid.

“Steeeeve. At least come inside and have one drink. Then you can go be grumpy at home.” She pleads.

“I’m not grumpy.” He huffs.

“Uh huh. And I don’t have a major crush on Vicki. You’ve been in a foul mood for weeks. You never know, their might be a little cutie inside to help bring you out of your funk.”

“Ugh. Fine.” He relents. Finding a parking spot and turning the car off. Robin beams with victory as they leave the car and head inside The Hideout.

They find their group of misfits rather quickly. You and Eddie don’t seem to be in attendance, much to his dismay. Sure he’s been avoiding the both of you but that doesn’t mean he wouldn’t enjoy being in your presence.

Everyone greets him with their normal enthusiasm and jabs. Making him feel a little better for listening to Robin and coming inside.

“Ooh, It’s almost showtime.” Dustin says with excitement.

“Showtime?” Steve asks.

“Yeah showtime. Sug and Eddie’s band are debuting a new song tonight. They won’t tell any of us what it’s about so I’m excited to finally hear it.” He nonchalantly says.

“I heard this one is really personal.” Max chimes in.

“Ohhh. Even better.” Robin quips.

Steve just swallows. So that is where the two of you are. Getting ready to hit the stage. Maybe if he gets up and leaves now, you’ll never know he was even here.

Before he gets the chance to make an escape, the stage lights up with you dead center. Eddie is standing to your right. His favorite electric guitar strapped to his chest.

Even in the dim light of the bar you find your friends with ease. Eyes zoning in on Steve’s unmistakable frame. Your eyes lock for a moment as your drummer counts in and Eddie starts playing. It’s a beat he’s never heard before. Must be the new song. With a wink you turn to face the growing crowd and start singing.

The energy in the room is electric. You and Eddie are playing off of each other in perfect harmony. He can’t quite put his finger on why this new song is making him feel some type of way until there’s a lull and you enter a break down. Staring him down as you sing each note.

You were finished long before We had even seen the start Why don't you stand up? Be a man about it Fight with your bare hands about it now

I never wanted to say this You never wanted to stay, well did you? I put my faith in you, so much faith And then you just threw it away

You and Eddie sing the last chorus together on your mic. Foreheads pressed to each other’s. As Eddie strums his last chord and lets it ring out, he pulls you in by the back of your neck and lays a possessive kiss to your lips. You melt into the embrace, running your hands through his hair as the crowd goes wild.

As if you didn’t just call Steve out for treating the two of you like just another notch in his bedpost, you begin the next song. Throughout your whole set you continue to make eye contact with him. Never giving him a chance to escape. To run away like the coward he’s become.

You have a blast with your man onstage. Eddie playing up the sexy rocker as he teases and plays with you to the audience’s enjoyment.

The set is finally over and the bar has turned back to pumping music through the speakers. Steve is more than ready to leave. He just needs to finish his drink first.

Robin gets his attention. “That was such a great show. I love the new song. I can’t wait to tell Sug how much of a genius she is. If I could only find where she and Eddie slipped off too.”

“Oh they got held up by some couple. They’re right over there.” Dustin supplies.

Steve turns in the direction Dustin is pointing to find you very much engaged in a conversation. A pretty red head and her beefy mysterious looking blue-eyed boyfriend are very openly flirting with you. You’re smiling from ear to ear and Eddie is cracking jokes.

Steve does not like it. He watches as you exchange numbers. The red head giving you a kiss on the check before the couple heads back over to the bar.

Eddie leans over, whispering something in your ear as he tucks the phone number into your back pocket. Whatever it is has you biting your lip and taking a deep breath. Almost as if you need to center yourself.

You make your way over to the group. Hoots and hollers greet you from your friends.

“That was awesome. I could never dream of being that hot while running around on stage under all those lights.” Max confesses.

“Meh, you get used to it.” You shrug.

“What she means to say, is she is too busy trying to seduce me on stage that she doesn’t notice.” Eddie teases.

“I could fart in your general direction and your dick would rise to the occasion.” You retort.

“Thine bottom knows only how to speak in sensual tones. Far be it from me not to salute its sinful ways.” Eddie declares in his DM voice.

“You’re insufferable.”

“True. But at least I’m yours.”

“Yes. You most certainly are.” You lean in to place a sweet kiss to his Adams apple before snuggling in close to his chest.

Steve watches you closely. Yearning to be a part of your sweet moment.

Just look at them. They’re perfect. I fucked up. I fucked up so bad. How could I have been so stupid? Why on earth am I hiding away from them?

As Steve loses himself to his self-flagellating thoughts, Eddie speaks up. “Thanks for coming tonight, guys. Means a lot to us. I think milady and I are going to call it a night though and head on home. Let’s have a movie night at our place this week. Let me know if you can’t make it.”

With that you make your rounds hugging your friends and saying good night. When you get to Steve, you just give him a nod of the head and a quiet ‘night’ as you make your way out the door.

The way you said goodbye, like it was nothing. Essentially giving him the same energy he was putting out these last few weeks is driving Steve crazy. He doesn’t understand why it’s bothering him so much, but he needs to find out.

The only way he is going to get answers is by asking you directly. No one in the group even knows that you all slept together. So they will be of no help.

How long should he wait before hopping in his car and hightailing it to your apartment? If he leaves straight away it’ll be too obvious. He’ll just have another drink and then head out.

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You’re fooling around on the couch. Your pants and panties tossed on the floor somewhere. Shirt tangled up in your bra hitched high over your tits.

Eddie’s shirt is hanging off the arm of the couch. Handcuff belt undone and hanging loosely from his belt loops. Jeans unzipped to allow his thickness to breathe as you grind against him. Hair a mess from you running your fingers through them as you suffocate yourselves in kisses.

You needed a release for all the pent tension tonight brought. Your still riding the high from performing mixed in with the satisfaction of giving the figurative middle finger to Steve and his fuckboy ways.

You miss your friend, but you have more respect for yourself and your man, than to be thrown to the side like that. Friends fuck. It happens. When it’s as good as the night the three of you spent together you should want an encore; not running for the hills like a little bitch.

There is only so much grace you can give him. If he ever chooses to come to his senses, his penance will not be swift. He will need to grovel and beg. Atone for the sins committed against us before any true forgiveness can be given. Hurting you is one thing. But to hurt your precious Eddie in the process is a criminal offence in your book.

There’s a knock on the door. Choosing to ignore it, you continue your heavy petting.

That is until you hear a muffled voice. “It’s me guys. Open up.” Knock. Knock. “Please.”

Eddie breaks the kiss. Throwing his head back against the couch cushion. He lets out a huff before moving you off his lap onto the couch so he can answer the door.

He doesn’t bother making himself presentable. Why should he? He throws open the door shirtless with his hair a mess, bulge protruding through his open jeans and a wet patch on his crotch.

“If it isn’t Harrington. What do ya need buddy? I’m kind of in the middle of something.” He can’t hide the smugness in his tone.

Steve looks behind Eddie to the couch where you’re comfortably laying, uncaring about your half naked state. He licks his lips, remembering how you taste. “We need to talk. Please just let me in.”

Eddie looks back at you. You give him a subtle nod and he moves aside. Swinging his arm to beckon Steve inside. “Sure. Have a seat. We’ll have our little convo. But only after I finish taking care of my little Bunny. You’ve waited this long already. You can wait a little longer.”

He strolls over to where you’re lying on the couch. He ghosts his calloused fingertips along your legs. “Lose the shirt and bra. Then I need you to spread these luscious thighs for me Bunny. Your keeping me from my favorite meal and you know how famished I get after a show.”

You happily do what is requested of you. Opening your legs wide. He admires the way the light glimmers off of your dripping folds as he devests himself of his jeans and boxers.

“Now Harrington, you’re to stay seated while I take care of my little bunny. Hands will remain on the arms where I can see them at all times. At no point are you allowed to touch yourself unless instructed by me. Understand?”

Steve nods his head.

“Words, Big boy. I need to hear it.”

“Yes. I understand.”

“Good.” He crawls between your legs. Placing your right leg on the floor, he hikes your left over his shoulder. Putting you fully on display.

With a wink to Steve he buries his face in your aching cunt. Groaning like a man starved as your essence assaults his tastebuds. His grip on your thighs tighten as his tongue licks a wide trail from your entrance to your sensitive clit.

“God, you taste even sweeter tonight.” He growls out.

Getting back to the task at hand, he hums against your swollen pearl. Turning you into a moaning, whimpering mess. Your hands find purchase in Eddie’s unruly curls. Grounding yourself as his mouth takes you on a journey of decadent pleasure.

Seriously, this man’s tongue is dangerous.

Before you know it, you’re coming undone. The orgasm catching you by surprise with how quickly it came about. Eddie holds you down in place as you ride each wave on his tongue.

He’s not done with you yet. “Mmm. That was good bunny. But now I’m going to need you to do it again while your choking on my cock.”

With a strength Steve was unaware he had, Eddie lifts you up and switches your places. Once he is flat on his back, he maneuvers you like his own personal little rag doll. Lining your mouth up with his cock as your breasts lay against his abs and your pretty little pussy is perched perfectly on his chest.

“Mmm. Just look at you dripping for me Bunny. I was going to make you come again on my fingers only but you’re just so juicy I can’t help but feast some more.” Eddie confesses. “Now be a good little girl and show Stevie how well you suck cock.”

You run tongue from his base to tip. Gently you suck on his leaking head before hollowing your cheeks and taking him down your throat the best you can in this position. Thankfully you have no pesky gag reflex to contend with.

You completely forget about your captive audience as you treat your man’s dick like your own personal lollipop. Your moans muffled by the thickness restricting your air ways.

Eddie’s hips instinctually buck from the vibrations. Making him pump his fingers and work your g spot harder to bring you to climax.

He will not be coming in your mouth tonight. So he needs for you to cum once more so he can lose himself deep inside you where his seed belongs.

He doubles his efforts. Capturing your clit in his mouth and humming the melody to your favorite Metallica song. Turning his mouth into a personalized vibrator of the flesh.

The combination of his mouth and fingers is your kryptonite. Within moments you're screaming around his cock as the power of you orgasm has you gushing.

Eddie’s chin and throat are visibly wet. A devilish grin lights up his face while he licks his lips clean and proceeds to smack you on the ass. His thick cock lands with a soft thud against his abs as you gasp from the pleasurable pain.

He proceeds to raise himself into a seated position. Once again manipulating your body so that you are both facing Steve.

“Reach forward and hold on to the coffee table.” When your hands rest on the table Eddie grips your hips and lowers you down onto his cock. “Fuck that always such a tight fit. Now bounce this beautiful ass and ride me, Bunny.”

Without hesitation you lift your hips and slam yourself back down on his length. “Fuck.”

“That’s right. Sirs cock is the answer to all your problems isn’t is Bunny?”

Your eyes connect with Steve’s as you moan out. “Mmm. Yes. Yes, it is.”

Tangling his fingers in your hair, Eddie pulls you back against his chest. Resting his hand around your throat to keep you in place. Your legs framing his own. Allowing Steve a full access view of your pussy stretched out around Eddie’s girth.

“Do that thing with your hips that I love so much Bunny. The one that practically makes me feral.” Eddie requests.

You grin ear to ear as you begin to grind down on him. Moving your hips in a figure eight pattern. Making his dick hit all your sweet spots. The ones that cause you to clench down on him like a vice.

“Just look at him drooling over you Bunny.” He teases. “Bet he wishes he was deep inside of you again. To think he denied himself all of this for as long as he did. And I won’t even let him touch his aching dick right now.”

You let out a whimper.

“Fuck, you liked that. Little pussy just clamped down on me. You like that he can look but not touch.” He growls. You nod your head.

Something takes over him. A possessive energy he’s never felt before. His hand tightens around your throat as he thrusts hard and fast up into you. Turning you to putty in his hands.

Keeping eye contact with Steve he whispers dirty things in your ear that have you moaning and grinding harder. Lost in the hazy fog of pleasure.

“Oh fuck, Bunny. Just like that. I can’t hold it anymore. Your pussy is just too good. Gonna fill you up. Make a real mess of you.” He grits out.

“Please. Want your cum so bad. Need it.” You sob.

“Then you better hurry up and cum for me.” He demands with a hard thrust.

Steve, who through some miracle has been able to not touch himself, begins to squirm in his chair.

It’s too much. Between the glazed over eyes of Steve and the absolute control Eddie has over your body, you let go. Coming hard with a whine.

You lay there, riding the waves of pleasure as Eddie fucks you through your orgasm. Just as the last pulses ring through your body, he gives a deep thrust. His tip notched at your cervix. With a groaning growl he unloads inside of your quivering cunt. Hips twitching until his balls are empty.

He slowly lifts you off of his softening cock. Reaching under your knees and hiking your legs up further. Allowing Steve to witness his seed leaking from your abused hole as he trails kisses across your shoulders. Running his nose along your neck. Showering you with sweetness.

Steve’s heated gaze fixates on the creamy mixture making a mess of your thighs. Letting out a whimper as he bites his bottom lip.

Eddie reaches down and runs his fingers along your folds. Coating them in your combined spend. “Steven. Come here.”

“You sure?” He quietly asks.

“Don’t make me tell you twice.”

He rises to his feet. Your eyes can’t help but stare at the noticeably large wet patch staining the front of his jeans as he walks over to you.

“Kneel.”

Steve lowers himself to his knees between Eddies open legs.

“Now open you mouth nice and wide for me.”

Steve complies and is rewarded with Eddie’s cum covered fingers resting on his tongue. “Suck.”

Steve quickly closes his mouth and moans as the taste of the both of you combined hits his tongue. With hollowed cheeks he happily does as he’s told.

Pulling free of his mouth, Eddie grips Steve’s chin with his saliva-soaked fingers. “Now be a good boy and lick my little bunny clean. I don’t want a drop left behind.”

As soon as Eddie lets go of his chin, Steve buries himself between your thighs. Laving at your slit with such reverence it has you coming once more before me sits back on his heels.

“Stay put. We will be right back.” Eddie lifts you into his arms and heads down the hall to your bathroom where he leaves you to do your business. He cleans himself and prepares a warm washcloth. You exit the restroom, and you exchange a sweet kiss.

You take a quick detour into your bedroom to throw on some clothes. A tank and boy shorts for you. A pair of sweats for Eddie. He makes sure to grab an extra pair before you head back out into the living room.

Steve is exactly where you left him.

You sit back on the couch and run your fingers through his hair. Eddie comes to stand behind you. Torso leaning over the couch.

“Stand up and let bunny clean you up.” Eddie orders.

Steve’s brows furrow as he stands. Confused at the care that is taking place at this moment. Before he has too much time to think about it you undo his jeans. Pulling them down and off of his legs. Equipped with the warm washcloth, you rid his soft cock and trimmed pubes of cum. Taking care to even gently clean each ball.

With the mess cleared away, Eddie hands over the other pair of his sweats. “Put these on and then we can sit down and talk.”

Eddie, having gone in the kitchen while Steve changed, hands a glass of water. “Drink the whole thing Bunny. Then you I’m going to need you to at least have snack. Do you want salty or sweet tonight?”

“Can I have both?”

“Of course.” He retreats to the kitchen once more. Returning with your snacks. Happily removing the empty glass from your hand. He wraps you up in your favorite blanket and proceeds to get comfortable. Placing your feet in his lap so that he can rub them.

He addresses Steve as he takes a seat on the couch. “Normally we wouldn’t have a conversation like this during aftercare, but I think for tonight we can make an exception.”

“Thank you.”

“Don’t get it twisted though. You make her upset, and I’ll bruise up that pretty face.” Eddie threatens. Any trace of his lightheartedness gone.

“I don’t intend to. Well, any more than I may already have at least.” Steve placates.

“What do you need to get off your chest Steve?” You ask.

He sighs. “First I want to say that I’m an idiot and I’m sorry.”

“Sorry for what exactly?” Eddie asks.

“For running scared. That night we shared brought up some things I wasn’t ready to face.”

“Your going to need to be just a tad more specific there Harrington.”

“Puppy, don’t rush him.” You tap his shoulder. “Go on, Steve.”

“No he’s right.” He rubs the back of his neck. “As soon as we were finished all I could think about was spending every night just like that. Wrapped up in the both of you.”

“And that scared you?” You ask.

“Of course it scared me! Everybody always leaves. If you guys left me too, I don’t know what I would do.”

“So you chose to leave us behind instead?” Eddie snaps.

You place your hand on Eddie’s bicep. Rubbing your thumb in soothing circles to help calm him.

“No. Yes. I don’t know. I just needed some time to think and then before I knew it weeks had gone by.”

Eddie lets out an annoyed huff. Rolling his eyes.

“I said I was an idiot okay. I know I fucked up. I’m trying to fix it. I can’t lose you as best friends too.”

“Just because your fuckboy ways have rotted your brain, doesn’t mean we’d just abandon you.” You spoke up.

“Well that’s good at least.”

“You have a lot of groveling to do of course.” Eddie grins. “Can’t have you getting away with hurting my Bunny.”

“So does this mean I have a chance?” Steve puts on the sad boy eyes. All big and soft and brown.

Eddie looks to you. “Bunny?”

“Don’t put it on me.” You protest.

“You’re the one who wrote an entire song about how he made you feel.”

“And you did the arrangement. What does that have to do with this?” You argue back.

“Wait, that song tonight was about me?” Steve interjects.

“There is no way you are that dense Steve. You had to have at least some inkling it was about you.” You quirk a brow at the man.

“Maybe a little. But I didn’t want to seem like self-absorbed prick.”

“Too late” Eddie quips.

You him the side eye. “Can we just finish this up so I can get back to my cuddles and aftercare. I really want to watch Grindhouse.”

“You watch horror movies during your aftercare?”

“What can I say. The screams help keep me relaxed.” You smile wickedly.

“Why am I not surprised.” Steve shakes his head.

“Okay. It’s getting late. So for now let’s just work on getting back to where we were as friends and go from there. That sound good to you Stevie?” Eddie suggests.

“It’s better than what I thought I’d get.”

“Than it’s agreed. Can we watch my movie now?” You pout.

“I just have one more question.”

“Shoot.” Eddie replies.

“What was with that couple that approached you after the show?”

“Bucky and Nat? Oh, they’re a couple I used to fuck. They just moved back to the area and wanted me to have their new number in case I wanted to play again.” You nonchalantly state.

“Even told her to bring me along if she’d like.” Eddie beams.

“Does everyone want to fuck you two?”

“We do get asked a lot.” Eddie shrugs. “We’re a hot commodity.”

“No more talkie. Put my movie on please. Steve your free to stay.”

Eddie stares him down. “But you’re sleeping on the couch. Bad boys don’t get sleepy snuggles.”

“Yes, Sir.” Steve teases with a shit eating grin on his face.

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Hi!!

I wanted to thank you for your hard work! I have requested a few things previously and all of them were brilliant!! You are awesome!

Would you mind writing this one?

So, Nat has too much training with Kate and others, so at nights she starts to sleep really deep. And one or few times she sleeps through Yelena having a nightmare, which I imagine would be Nat’s nightmare coming to life

Maybe, just to make it a bit worse, Yelena would try to wake her and Nat would be still out cold?

Of course she is heartbroken when she finds out about that, and she’s like: nope, no more sleeping that deep or I won’t sleep at all

Maybe she would ask Darcy to make her some pills that help her to make sure she is still on alert even if she is tired? We’ve already seen that not sleeping at all is not really an option

She would also (finally!) delegate some of her work to carol or anyone else

I think Yelena would be pretty furious about all of this (not delegating the work, though 😂)

If you think of any side effects the pills would have on Nat, that would be interesting too!Thank you!

A/N: Hi!!! Thank you so much for this absolutely amazing request! 💖

Also, I know it was a little long, but I kind of got carried away, lol 😂💕 For some reason, this idea really spoke to me 💗 I loved writing it, and that probably shows in just the word count 🤣💕

I hope you enjoy this one! 😊

Word Count: 7904

Warning: Overdose of pills

“Morning,” Yelena’s far too awake voice rung out as Natasha walked in. Natasha froze up as she gaped at the blonde sitting there not too far from her.

Natasha had just gotten up out of the bed and was heading tiredly into her and Yelena’s kitchen. She had woken up with a serious sleep hangover, and she was positively exhausted.

The past few days had been extremely grueling for her, and she had been truthfully taking on more duties than she likely realistically should. She had been going to sleep far faster and sleeping far more heavily than usual, which was extremely weird for her.

Yelena had not been in the bed when she woke up, but she assumed that the blonde likely got up to go to the bathroom before she would head back to sleep.

However, to her utter shock, Yelena was sitting there at the kitchen table, her head in her hands as she looked down mindlessly at some dog TikTok that had doubtlessly been sent to her by Kate.

“Good morning, sweet girl… Why’re you up so early?” Natasha questioned worriedly, immediately feeling that something was wrong. And when it came to her feelings about Yelena, she was usually right about them. She knew her baby sister better than anyone.

“I don’t know. Guess I just woke up and didn’t feel like heading back to sleep,” Yelena expressed. Natasha furrowed her brow, narrowing her eyes slightly.

Natasha wasted no time in coming nearer and sitting down next to Yelena. She watched Yelena and as the blonde did not look at her, she lowered her head a little more, craning her neck a bit to try to meet Yelena’s eyes. Yelena’s gaze shifted to meet Natasha’s and she let out a quick, short breath of air, a smile coming onto her face.

Natasha could not help smiling at her a little in return. However, her smile quickly faded to a more solemn, concerned expression. Natasha reached out her hand, softly tracing Yelena’s arm. The blonde let her arm drop away from her head and to the table as Natasha stroked it affectionately. Yelena leaned her head over onto Natasha’s shoulder, and Natasha rested her head on top of Yelena’s, pressing a short, loving kiss to Yelena’s hair.

There was silence between them for a little while as Yelena relaxed heavily into her side. Natasha wrapped her arm around Yelena to bring her closer, a wordless offer of protection from whatever was bothering the blonde.

“I had a nightmare,” Yelena finally confessed, and Natasha froze momentarily. She felt as if her heart had been stabbed, and she swallowed hard.

“Baby girl… I am so sorry,” Natasha apologized, pain blossoming horridly through her chest. Yelena nuzzled her neck, shaking her head.

“It’s okay, Natashka,” Yelena expressed, and Natasha bent her head to press her forehead into the side of Yelena’s head.

“Detka, why didn’t you wake me up? You know I’m always there for you,” Natasha asked, and to her surprise, Yelena stiffened just barely. Natasha paused, confused as she tried to figure out why Yelena was so tense.

Yelena pushed herself further into Natasha, and Natasha got the distinct impression that Yelena did not want to share what had happened. Natasha furrowed her brow, wondering what was going on.

But finally, Yelena spoke up.

“I tried, but you didn’t wake up,” Yelena finally admitted. Her voice was tentative and her words were slow, and Natasha could tell that she did not want to say it.

As soon as she uttered the words, however, Natasha felt as if her entire heart was cracking, horror coursing through her.

She immediately pulled away from Yelena to meet her eyes, scared to death of what she would find in them but needing to face her to try to pull off some semblance of making this right. Yelena’s honey-greens only seemed to hold the utmost regret for saying anything at all, and there was so much adoration in those eyes despite the fact that Natasha had failed her so miserably.

“I didn’t wake up?”

“Natashka, don’t get upset. You’ve been extremely tired lately, and that’s okay—”

“No, I should’ve been there for you,” Natasha replied immediately, concern filling her entire being as it ate at her and consumed her. Her stomach was flipping and her heart was squeezing painedly. She felt as if she were being ripped in half. She could not believe that she let Yelena down like this. She was a horrid sister.

“No, no, don’t say that. You don’t need to feel bad,” Yelena quickly tried to change her mind and get her off of the track she was currently on.

“Yelena, I left you to fend for yourself,” Natasha agitatedly informed her, her throat squeezing a little as something akin to a lump formed in her throat. She had left Yelena alone again. Even though it was unintentional, she had still done it, and it did not take away the sting.

“Not willingly. You were asleep, Natashka. You can’t control yourself when you’re asleep,” Yelena attempted to reassure her, and Natasha shook her head, remaining quiet for a moment. She was not worthy of being reassured. Not after this.

“I shouldn’t have let myself sleep that deeply,” Natasha stated at last, and Yelena’s eyes hardened a little, love and determination deep-set within them. Yelena leaned a little closer to her.

“No, stop. I want you to sleep deeply around me. You should feel safe to do that,” Yelena insisted, her tone firm as she refused to give Natasha a single bit of room to argue with her. They were quiet for a few moments until Yelena smiled just a little.

“Besides, if you don’t feel safe to sleep like a boulder around me, then who would you feel safe with?” Yelena asked, her voice a bit teasing in an attempt to bring a little levity to the situation. Natasha sighed deeply, looking down as the shame and guilt continued to ravage her.

Yelena bent her head down, trying to catch Natasha’s eyes as Natasha had done with her a little bit before. Natasha finally looked up at Yelena, staring into her eyes for a long while. Yelena shook her head, wordlessly trying to reassure her as she moved her forehead forward. She bumped her head and nose into Natasha’s, and she looked into her eyes carefully.

Natasha finally let out a breath that felt as if she had been holding it forever.

“Like a rock,” Natasha tiredly corrected. Yelena furrowed her brow, searching her gaze in great confusion.

“What?”

“The saying is sleeping like a rock,” Natasha informed her. Yelena let out a dismissive puff of air before smirking a bit in spite of herself.

“Bah. Whatever.”

………………………………………………………………………………………………………

“Stark? Darcy? You guys in here?” Natasha called as she entered the science lab. Tony did not seem to be anywhere in sight, but to her relief, she spotted Darcy working nearby on something. Darcy looked up at her quickly and she offered a quick smile.

“Hey, Natasha,” Darcy greeted, and Natasha came closer, approaching the table where Darcy was working with some manner of chemicals. However, just as she got a little too close, Darcy held up her hand, her eyes widening.

“Woah! Stay behind the yellow line,” Darcy warned immediately. Natasha looked down, stepping back so that she was not over the yellow line on the floor. Darcy let out a breath as she continued to work.

“So what brings you to my humble domain?” Darcy questioned trying to be humorous but failing a little since most of her focus was on the work she was doing at that moment.

“I was wondering if maybe you and Stark could work on something for me,” Natasha expressed carefully. Darcy nodded easily, glancing up at her in the midst of pouring something into a vial.

“Sure. What do you have in mind? I should warn you, though, most of the specialties in here are mechanical, chemical, or space… ical,” Darcy finished, trying to create some manner of parallel structure but failing miserably as she offered a somewhat awkward grin.

“Well… chemical is probably closer to what I’m looking for,” Natasha admitted, placing a hand on her hip as she looked at the brunette.

“Then you’re in luck. I might be the space specialist in here, but I have my fair share of chemistry knowledge, too,” Darcy assured.

Natasha let out a breath, preparing herself to make her request. She was not sure if Darcy would agree to it, but she had to try. After the nightmare that Yelena had and after Natasha had not awakened as she should have, she had to do something. This was probably a bad idea but if it did what it would be made to do, she was willing to take any risk necessary.

“I was wondering if you could create a pill that could reduce the amount of sleep a person needs,” Natasha got straight to the point. Darcy immediately stopped in what she was doing, furrowing her brow as she stared at Natasha.

“Why would you… Who wants these pills?” Darcy asked uncertainly, and Natasha let out a breath, clenching her jaw a bit before answering.

“I do.”

“Why?” Darcy questioned blankly, and Natasha thought carefully, trying to craft a response that would avoid exposing too much.

“I’ve been taking on a lot more work lately, so I need to stay up longer to get everything done,” Natasha answered finally. Darcy nodded slowly, still looking at her with far too much skepticism.

“So what? Like a few all-nighters or something?” Darcy asked, digging for more information. Natasha kept her face impassive, employing the many techniques that she had mastered during her time in the Red Room.

“You could say that,” Natasha vaguely replied to her, letting her think what she wanted. Darcy stared at her for a long moment.

“I don’t know, Natasha. I completely get needing to pull all-nighters, but like… Messing with your system like that… That’s a little too extreme. I mean,” Darcy shook her head, thinking it all through. Natasha swallowed hard, realizing that she was going to have to expose the true reason to have even a remote chance to get Darcy to agree to this.

“Have you thought about just guzzling some coffee, energy drink, or something?” Darcy laughed a little, shaking her head. “Granted, I don’t condone drinking energy drinks since they’re seriously bad for your health, but—”

“I need them to be there for Yelena,” Natasha swiftly interrupted, feeling horribly vulnerable. Darcy stopped immediately, staring at her. Natasha looked down for a moment before meeting Darcy’s eyes again.

“Yelena had a nightmare last night, and she couldn’t wake me up because I was sleeping too deeply,” Natasha continued, and Darcy watched her uncertainly.

“Look, I can’t cancel all my duties, and I have to be there for her, but I can’t do both. Not without help,” Natasha admitted, and Darcy remained dead silent. Natasha sighed softly before staring into her eyes.

If Natasha had to resort to begging, she would. For Yelena.

“So please. I need you to at least try. Please,” Natasha pleaded with her, and Darcy watched her for a moment longer.

Finally, she let out a deep sigh.

“Okay… Fine… I’ll ask Stark, and we can try to make your pill,” Darcy agreed at last. Natasha exhaled a breath that she had not realized she had been holding.

“Thank you,” Natasha expressed, relief filling her entire form. Darcy shook her head.

“But, Natasha, you’ve got to be careful. If we make these, they’re going to be super strong. Like I’m talking, only take one per day for two days at a time. And take long times in-between taking them again. They would be extremely experimental,” Darcy explained to her, and Natasha nodded.

“Thank you,” she told her again, heartfelt emotion in her every syllable.

She had her way to help Yelena. And she would do her best to obey Darcy’s guidelines, but if she had to take more than the recommended amount, so be it.

Desperate times called for desperate measures. And no measure was too desperate when it came to the wellbeing and happiness of her baby sister.

Whatever it took.

………………………………………………………………………………………………………

“What’s wrong with you? Got a staring problem, Katie-Bear?” Yelena questioned as she came into the gym. Natasha and Kamala were warming up for sparring, and Yelena had just come in to watch how the match was going to go. She was honestly curious about how the kid fought considering the fact that she was brand new to martial arts, and she was wondering how far Natasha had gotten with her.

When she walked in, she realized Kate was standing and staring at the two of them. However, as soon as Yelena had said that, Kate startled a bit and turned to look at her quickly.

“Yelena, something’s wrong with Natasha,” Kate immediately informed her, and Yelena furrowed her brow a bit, stepping up to stand next to Kate. She was surprised at the fact that Kate had actually ignored the fact she called her Katie and that mixed with Kate’s sincere worriedness made Yelena wonder what was going on.

She watched Natasha carefully and to her shock, Natasha seemed almost jerky in her movements, her entire demeanor almost nervous in a way that was extremely uncharacteristic of her. Natasha was never openly nervous, and she never allowed herself to move like that.

And when Natasha kept switching to different stretches way too quickly, Yelena instantly knew something was amiss.

“What… What is wrong with her?”

“I don’t know! I walked in and she keeps having these squirrel moments. Every time Kamala starts trying to talk to her about something she needs to work on her with, Natasha gets off-track and interrupts her,” Kate explained.

“Creepers. What are you looking at?” a voice questioned suddenly just behind them, the voice deepened weirdly and sounding goofily ominous. Kate instantly jumped, but Yelena flinched and instinctively jabbed an elbow backward at the person that was practically breathing on her with how close they were. She collided with rock-hard muscle, and the person behind her let out a hearty chuckle.

“Wow, short stack. I almost felt that one,” Carol cockily drawled, and Yelena rolled her eyes at her, looking back at the blonde. Carol grinned at her lazily, and Kate looked back at Carol worriedly.

“Natasha’s not acting right,” Kate explained, and Carol tilted her head a little, looking at the redhead.

By now, Kamala and Natasha had started to spar, and Kamala actually was managing to land some hits on her. All three of them just gaped as they fully realized that Natasha was somehow neglecting to block the hits at all and seemed completely unfocused on the fight.

“What the…”

“Yeah…”

“What’s wrong with her?!” Kate fearfully asked the both of them, and they just stared blankly at one of the best people that they knew.

However, suddenly, out of the blue, they heard footsteps approaching them, and Darcy’s familiar voice sounded off.

“Hey, can you guys ask Natasha to stop by the science lab when she’s through sparring? We’ve got to—”

Darcy suddenly stopped as she doubtlessly ended up staring at Natasha. The other three were not even looking at her to know what she was looking at specifically. They were too busy staring at Natasha themselves.

“Oh, my—oh, boy,” Darcy muttered under her breath.

Yelena’s gaze immediately snapped to Darcy, and Darcy flinched a little, betraying immediately that she knew something and was somehow guilty when it came to the Natasha dilemma they were facing at the moment. Yelena was not sure what it was just yet, but Darcy’s reaction combined with her tone was enough to tell Yelena that the glasses-clad woman had some information about Natasha’s current issue that Yelena needed to know.

Carol curiously looked between them, and Kate swallowed hard as she fought with looking worriedly at Natasha and gazing back at the situation that was about to unfold next to her.

“You got something you want to share with the class, Lewis?” Yelena questioned, her voice stern as she confidently utilized one of Tony’s favorite lines. She internally cringed at herself, but she resisted the urge to let on to any of those feelings on the outside.

Darcy raised an eyebrow, adjusting her glasses as she offered Yelena a far too confident onceover. It was clear that she was attempting to get the upper hand in the conversation. However, unluckily for her, Yelena was expertly trained in the art of spotting someone’s deflection and guilt. It was one of the few perks of growing up in the Red Room.

“For someone who insists on Tony being annoying, you really do like to use his famous catchphrases, don’t you?” Darcy tried, but Yelena just set her jaw, her eyes firmly locked onto Darcy’s. Darcy wavered a little in the false confidence, her expression faltering, and Carol furrowed her brow, catching the movement.

“I will only ask one more time. What’s wrong with her?” Yelena questioned, pointing at Natasha.

The redhead was practically jogging in place at this point, unable to stop fidgeting with her hands and erratically moving. Darcy glanced at Natasha for a moment, looking extraordinarily guilty in that moment.

“Darcy?” Kate questioned, happening to have caught Darcy’s expression. Darcy met Kate’s eyes and with one last glance in Natasha’s direction to ensure she was not paying attention to her, she finally let out a deep, long sigh.

“Okay, look… Yelena, early last week, she told me about what happened with you and the nightmare and everything,” Darcy started, and Yelena felt embarrassment rush through her at the casual exposure of the weakness.

However, outside of feeling Carol and Kate’s gazes on her, they did not say anything, which she was truly thankful for.

“And because she obviously could not stay up all night, do all of her duties, and be there for you like she thought she should all at the same time, she asked me and Stark to help her,” Darcy admitted, true regret shining in her eyes, and Yelena narrowed her eyes. Carol looked shocked, and Kate seemed utterly heartbroken at the thought that Natasha had been stressing herself like this.

“And how exactly did you two ‘help’ her?” Yelena inquired, her words more of a demand for information as she waited for Darcy to finish her explanation. Darcy let out a breath, a thousand different apologies in her gaze.

“She asked us to make pills that kept her energy levels up and kept her awake for longer periods of time so she would hypothetically require significantly less sleep,” Darcy explained, and Carol clenched her teeth as she looked back at Darcy. Yelena could feel the slight anger coming off of Carol as she physically grew a bit hotter than usual, the temperature radiating off of her and onto Yelena’s skin.

“How strong were those things?” Carol questioned, but there was a strange tone in her voice. Kate looked over at the tall blonde uncertainly, and Carol kept her deep browns locked onto Darcy’s form.

“Extremely. I told her to only take one per day for only two days at a time at most because they were experimental and we didn’t know what long-term effects it could have if you took it longer than just two days at a time with large spaces of time in-between,” Darcy factually replied, and

“So you gave her a half-cocked, hairbrained, sciencey, ooshie-booshie drug without knowing the long-term effects?! I thought you were supposed to be a doctor?!” Carol demanded, heat rolling off of her almost hot enough to burn and Kate risked placing a hand on Carol’s shoulder, squeezing reassuringly. However, Kate did have definitive unhappiness and something akin to betrayal and anger on her own face.

“Look, I thought she needed it to pull a few all-nighters! I didn’t know she was just going to use them to get her through the freaking day-to-day grind!” Darcy defended immediately, utterly horrified at the accusation.

“You shouldn’t have done that, Darcy. You know how Tasha is! She’ll push herself and giving her a pill like that… It just gives her more energy and the ability to enable it!” Kate cried out, getting more agitated despite her efforts to stay rational in her typical manner. Kate was slow to get too upset, but when it came to Natasha, she was quick to defend her. She was one of her favorite people in the world.

Yelena swallowed hard, trying to keep her anger down and under control. It was remarkably not as hard as she thought it would be since she was mostly feeling horridly worried for her big sister and hurt that Natasha had not said anything, keeping her guilt about the other night to herself and taking drastic measures to remedy it.

Darcy shook her head, her brow furrowed and her entire face contorted into an expression of intense regret and concern.

“I am so, so sorry, Yelena. I wouldn’t have done it in the first place if she wouldn’t have insisted. I would’ve told you immediately, too, but she specifically insisted on us keeping it quiet,” Darcy confessed.

“Even from me?” Yelena questioned. Darcy was quiet immediately, looking at her solemnly, and Yelena felt her mouth going a little dry, unable to help feeling even more hurt at the fact that Natasha had specifically kept a secret from her. She thought that they were long past the time of keeping secrets from one another. They had been entirely transparent with one another for an exceedingly long time now.

Or so Yelena thought.

“Do you at least have a speculation for the long-term side effects?” Carol finally asked, sounding a little more under control but still miffed, nevertheless. Darcy shrugged uncertainly, glancing at Carol worriedly.

“Well, as far as we could tell, it was likely going to be akin to symptoms of high anxiety or stress. Her heart is literally beating faster than usual and all the pent-up energy she has is just constantly repleting itself. Causing that,” Darcy answered, gesturing to Natasha in her current state. Yelena let out a breath finally, looking at the group.

“Boomer, take on Kamala’s training for the rest of her session and we’ll take care of Natasha. She can’t exercise like this. If her heart’s already accelerated, exercising is going to bring it up too high,” Yelena informed her, and Carol nodded readily.

“Little Bishop, help me with her,” Yelena instructed, tilting her head in Natasha’s direction. Kate followed along readily.

Kamala immediately stopped, staring at Carol in utter awe as the tall blonde approached her. Carol offered her an easygoing grin, shooting her a shaka sign with her hand. Kamala readily sent it back to her, practically bouncing over.

Yelena could not help but note the fact that Natasha almost seemed drawn within her own mind and rapid movement to even focus on the fact that they had approached or that Kamala had stopped training with her.

“What’s up, kid? Wanna train with the big dogs today?” Carol questioned, cockiness practically oozing from every word as she lit up her fist confidently.

However, even though it was likely only apparent to Yelena, it was obvious that the entire thing was a façade as opposed to her usual swagger. Carol was extremely worried and upset about Natasha.

Kamala’s eyes were as big as saucers almost immediately, and she nodded excitedly, nearly hopping up and down with her excitement.

“Are we working on super-power battles and control?” Kamala squeaked, positively thrilled beyond belief. Carol nodded her head, patting Kamala’s back as she started to guide her outside.

“Let’s go, then. We’re going to have to be careful, though. No burning down the compound,” Carol joked with a wink, and Kamala laughed a little, far too stuck on the fact that her hero actually had her hand on her back and that they were actually having one of their first training sessions together.

Carol cast a concerned glance behind her but redirected her attentions to Kamala to get her out of there. Kamala, despite the fact that she had obviously known something was not right with Natasha, had completely forgotten everything in favor of focusing on her hero.

Yelena came up to Natasha where she was now looking around, somewhat disoriented. As soon as Yelena approached her, Kate just behind her, Natasha smiled happily yet somewhat nervily as she hurried closer.

“Hey, sweetness!” Natasha greeted, leaning in and giving Yelena a quick kiss on the forehead, grasping her face in her hands. She then more fully caught sight of Kate.

“Hey, shchenok!” Natasha welcomed her also, taking Kate’s face to pull it down closer to her level, offering a small peck to the tip of her nose. Kate blinked, somewhat surprised at the sudden action.

Natasha then stepped back so she could face the both of them, shifting from side to side.

“What’re you guys doing here? Wanna spar?” Natasha questioned, almost seeming as if she were unable to keep her thoughts in a straight line.

Yelena figured that it was likely because Natasha truly could not think logically given the effect of the medicine on her body. Kate swallowed, glancing at Yelena uncertainly before staring at Natasha with nothing but the most love and worry.

“Nah, poser, we’re just here to bring you to come spend some time with us, okay?” Yelena expressed tentatively, not sure how well that Natasha was functioning. She was pretty sure that it was not the right time for her to confront the redhead about the pills, and she figured that the first order of business was to get Natasha to calm down and ride out the remainder of the side-effects.

“Oh, yeah? Going for a run maybe? Or you wanna go get ice cream?” Natasha suggested quickly, too many thoughts flooding her head for her to stay on one track.

“Yeah, ice cream is exactly what we were coming to get you for,” Yelena spoke up, and Natasha nodded with a slight grin.

“Sure. Let me get my keys from my jacket, and I’ll drive you,” Natasha expressed, starting to hoist herself up and out of the ring. Yelena shook her head, starting to speak, but Kate beat her to it.

“Actually, we were wondering if maybe you’d want to ride so I could get some driving practice in,” Kate happily suggested, pulling off the redirection remarkably well.

Yelena’s eyes immediately widened, and she glared at the brunette, definitely not wanting to ride with Kate when she was the one driving. Yelena did not trust Kate’s driving skills at all. Especially after she heard about Kate’s driving episode with Clint.

At Yelena’s irritation with her, Kate quickly raised her hands in a placating gesture. She had to drop them swiftly, however, as Natasha spun around to look at them both, still shifting in place awkwardly with the pent-up energy within her.

“Sure! You need the practice—hey, let’s invite Darcy,” Natasha pointed at the glasses-clad woman who was still standing nearby.

Yelena felt a bit of irritation swell within her at the mere thought of sharing a car ride with the girl after what she had done to Natasha, but she figured that anything she could do to get Natasha to cooperate with them was well-worth it. Darcy smiled, her lips thinner than usual as she forced the grin onto her face.

“Okay, let’s go to the car, okay?” Yelena tried to guide her, and Natasha quickly started jogging out of the gym. However, Yelena surged forward, running as she grabbed Natasha’s shoulders to slow her down.

“Let’s take it slow. There’s no rush,” Yelena assured her, looking at Kate pointedly. Kate approached Natasha on her other side, the both of them putting their arms around Natasha in a different place to try to control.

“No, no, I’m okay, I’ll be fine,” Natasha assured them, her words almost tumbling over themselves. However, the both of them refused to release her despite her words. Natasha huffed in response to both of them but did not fight their arms away despite the fact that she pulled against them, trying to go at her own pace.

Yelena swallowed hard, fighting back against her insistence at going way too fast, and Kate stumbled just a little, trying to keep her own hold on Natasha.

Yelena honestly just hoped that the ice cream would help overpower a little of the pill in Natasha’s system so they could take her home and hopefully get her to chill out enough to talk to her.

But given the way she was fighting to move right now, Yelena was not sure how easily that the plan would actually be realistically executed.

………………………………………………………………………………………………………

“Little Bishop, Darcy, just take the car back to the compound. We’ll walk back there and get it tomorrow or something when she’s more sober,” Yelena explained to them, gritting her teeth a little as she tugged Natasha and guided her out of the vehicle.

Natasha had her ice cream, but it had not done too much in the way of changing the effect of the pills. Natasha got out of the car with little fight, and Darcy got out of the backseat to get into the front passenger seat where Natasha had been. Natasha quickly started rushing toward the house at a jog, and Yelena flashed them a quick, short hand raise in goodbye before rushing to catch up with her.

She wanted to try her best to keep Natasha moving slower to keep from shooting her heart rate too high. It made Yelena extremely nervous to imagine possible effects of overworking Natasha’s heart.

“Hey, slow down, hold my hand,” Yelena quickly told her, and Natasha paused for a split second, starting to reach for Yelena’s hand before suddenly stopping more fully and touching Yelena’s head to fix part of her hair.

Yelena furrowed her brow in confusion, and before she knew it, Natasha had started jogging again, completely forgetting about Yelena’s request. Yelena caught up to her again, forcibly taking her hand, and Natasha looked down at their conjoined hands with some surprise and a smile.

Yelena let out a long, deep sigh as they finally reached the door. Yelena unlocked it carefully and led Natasha inside. Fanny was quickly waiting there to greet them, and Yelena petted her for just a moment, most of her attentions on Natasha.

“Hey, Fanny!” Natasha immediately reached down to scratch the dog enthusiastically before heading over quickly to greet Liho with far too much energy.

“Hey, you little urchin!” Natasha fondly yet far too cheerily expressed. It was quite evident that Liho was a little weirded out, but she remarkably did not scratch her as she picked her up quickly. Natasha then put her down, heading back into her room. Yelena followed her swiftly, trying to figure out what she was doing.

It was like trying to follow around a psychopath. Little of anything that Natasha was doing made logical sense. She just did things as she thought of them and not in any logical order.

As soon as she reached Natasha in her room, she was shocked to see her sorting her entire drawer. Yelena’s eyes widened and she moved forward, taking Natasha’s hand to try to guide her away from the task at hand.

“Whoa, whoa, stop! What are you doing?”

“Fixing my clothes drawer,” Natasha informed her as if it were obvious and made perfect sense. Yelena furrowed her brow, refusing to release Natasha’s wrist despite the fact that the redhead was trying to pull it out of Yelena’s grasp.

“Why?”

“Because it needs it,” Natasha easily replied, finally getting her wrist loose.

“Natashka, stop,” Yelena tried to get her to quit, but Natasha remained eerily focused on the task at hand. Yelena snatched her wrist again and Natasha shook her head.

“Quit. This needs to be done, Rooskaya. It’s on my checklist,” Natasha vaguely stated before pulling back and still trying to fight with the drawers and the clothing. Yelena narrowed her eyes, her patience finally waning.

“Natasha, stop,” Yelena used her real name with no affectionate additions, and Natasha still barely paid her any attention. Yelena growled under her breath, irritation filling her. Natasha was still obsessively trying to fix the clothing even though it really did not need a lot of positioning.

“I’ve got to clean the drawers—”

“Stop it right now!” Yelena finally snarled, grabbing Natasha’s face in her hands. Natasha gaped at her blankly as she was finally forced to meet Yelena’s eyes. Yelena pulled her over away from the stupid dresser, and Natasha furrowed her brow.

“But I need to—”

“No, you need to shut up and listen! We need to talk,” Yelena informed her, and Natasha’s eyes changed just a little as she looked at Yelena uncertainly. She still seemed unable to completely understand what was going on.

However, all of the emotions from earlier were coming over Yelena intensely, and she could not help but feel anger burning deep within her along with the hurt at Natasha. Logic was not dictating her actions as it should have been at the moment and she felt the anger spilling over as she glared at the redhead.

“What are you talking about?” Natasha asked, and Yelena felt as if she were about to completely blow her top.

“Don’t stand there and act like you don’t know what I’m saying. I know what you did!” Yelena accused.

“You went behind my back and asked Darcy and Stark to make you pills to keep you up all the time,” Yelena added onto her first statement, and Natasha’s expression was immediately more knowing.

“Yeah, remember now?” Yelena deadpanned, completely out of any patience for this mess. Especially when it was all because Natasha had been so careless.

“You asked them to make a pill and you took it, knowing it was experimental and not having any real idea of what the long-term side effects would be, and worst of all, you took it more than you were supposed to!” Yelena stepped closer to her, somehow even nearer than she had already been as her voice grew louder. Natasha shook her head with her face growing a bit red, standing her ground despite the fact that she seemed to be moving in place even more than she had been before.

“The side effects aren’t that bad,” Natasha tried to argue, and Yelena scoffed disbelievingly.

“You are so full of it,” Yelena dismissively replied, and Natasha shook her head.

“I’m not! I don’t think there even are any side effects! Nothing I’ve noticed,” Natasha tried desperately to reassure her as she shifted a bit on her feet. Yelena gaped at her before starting to yell again despite the fact that she had not really originally intended to do so.

“Natasha, you’ve been moving nonstop! Your heart rate is sped up! Darcy told me herself. And it’s all over you! You should’ve seen yourself trying to train with Kamala!” Yelena cried out, and Natasha moved uncomfortably from side to side. Her face was getting a little redder, but Yelena did not really pay any attention to it in the midst of her anger.

“Look, you can’t even stand still as we speak!” Yelena laughed, completely humorless.

“No, I’m fine, and—”

“I dare you. Deny it. Deny it and lie to my face. Of course, you’ve done that already, so what’s stopping you from doing it again?” Yelena bitterly challenged, and Natasha stared at her for a moment before averting her gaze to the dresser. Yelena glanced just barely in its direction.

“I need to fix the dresser.”

“FORGET THE BLASTED DRESSER!!!!” Yelena screamed, and Natasha was getting even more red as she looked at Yelena, her eyes locked onto her. She shook her head, stumbling toward the thing. Yelena immediately grabbed her shoulder, about to spin her around to face her.

However, as soon as she took hold and started to move her quickly, Natasha tripped somehow over nothing, and she started to collapse. Yelena swiftly reached out to grab her, catching her before she hit the ground.

It suddenly dawned in on her just how red Natasha’s face was at the moment. She felt the anger dissipating swiftly in favor of immense concern.

And to her horror, Natasha just passed out there in her arms.

………………………………………………………………………………………………………

When Natasha opened her eyes, she immediately came to the conclusion that she felt like she had been run over by a truck. She also quickly came to the realization that she was hooked up to some IVs and whatnot in the infirmary of the compound.

Natasha slowly looked over to her side and to her shock, Yelena was sleeping there against the bed next to her, and Kate was bent over onto the bed uncomfortably, sleeping as well with her behind planted in the chair. Natasha raised her gaze, and she noticed Carol standing a small distance away near the door, leaned up against the wall as she very uneasily remained vigilant. Darcy was also sitting in a chair not too far off, looking at her phone.

Natasha could not help but feel her heart squeeze for all of these people being there for her so lovingly. Knowing Yelena and Kate, they had likely been staying in the infirmary day-in and day-out. It was also extremely sweet of Carol to push through her fear of hospitals and hospital-settings to be there for her, and the fact that Darcy was remaining there with them instead of working spoke volumes of how much she actually did care considering how much Darcy valued her work.

Carol soon spotted the fact that her eyes were open and it was like her entire frame just sunk down in utter relief. She swiftly walked over, heading to the side of the bed that Yelena and Kate were not crowding.

She moved around, trying to remain as quiet as possible. She then leaned forward, tentatively offering Natasha a hug. Natasha raised her hand tiredly, returning it as best as she could.

“I’m so glad you’re okay,” Carol quietly expressed, her whisper ever so slightly shaky. Natasha squeezed her a little tighter.

“It’s okay, Carol. I’m okay,” Natasha assured her, trying to make the taller woman feel better. Carol let out a deep, slightly shuddering breath. Natasha knew that the woman was letting out all of the stress that she had gone through during however long the span of time had been that Natasha was in here.

By now, Darcy had realized that Natasha was up, and she came over, standing next to Carol as she put her phone away.

“I am so, so sorry, Natasha… I didn’t know… I should’ve never given you that pill in the first place,” Darcy explained regretfully, and Natasha shook her head.

“Darcy, I asked you to make it. And I took too many. So it’s my fault,” Natasha assured her, and Darcy nodded a little, going quiet as she swallowed hard.

Natasha reached out for her hand uncertainly, and Darcy took it carefully, the both of them sharing the first real physical contact that they had ever had. Natasha squeezed her hand comfortingly, and Darcy nodded a little.

“Tasha,” Kate breathed, and Natasha softly pulled her hand away from Darcy as she looked over at Kate.

Kate had apparently just woken up, but she was considerably awake given that fact. Yelena was just now opening her eyes as well, and she was getting her bearings as Kate put her knee on the bed so that she could get around Yelena to hug Natasha.

Her pretty dark hair fell around Natasha’s face, and Natasha buried her nose in Kate’s neck as she hugged her close. Kate pressed her face into Natasha, and she pulled herself closer to her.

“Gosh… I love you so much, Tasha… You scared me,” Kate confessed, and Natasha kissed the side of Kate’s head, offering her as much comfort as she could in her current state. Natasha stroked her back.

“I know, sweetheart… I’m sorry,” Natasha apologized, and Kate nodded.

To Natasha’s utmost surprise, the girl pressed a quick, small, daring peck to Natasha’s cheek as she pulled back. Kate looked at her nervously as she pulled back enough to meet the redhead’s eyes, and Natasha’s eyes softened as she looked at the girl, wordlessly reassuring her that it was more than okay. Kate immediately looked relieved, and she offered her a small smile.

Natasha then turned her attentions to Yelena. Yelena just looked at her carefully, not saying anything, and Natasha quickly remembered the conversation that they had shared just before she passed out and everything went black.

Everyone around them immediately seemed to swiftly catch onto the fact that there was tension between the two of them, and Carol cleared her throat as she straightened a bit.

“I’m going to head out and get some subs for us to have for lunch. You two want to come?” Carol offered, looking at Darcy and Kate. They quickly nodded, expressing varying goodbyes as they headed out of the room quickly to go and let Natasha and Yelena have a while to talk.

Once everyone had left the room, there was dead silence for a little while.

Natasha finally gained the courage to speak up.

“How long was I out?” Natasha mustered, trying to sound more confident than she truly was right now.

“Twenty-four hours. After you passed out, we had to plug you up to IVs to stabilize you. Too much medication in your system,” Yelena pointed out, her tone blank and rather blunt. Natasha swallowed, nodding as she took in the information.

She waited for a moment, trying to work up the confidence to speak up once again. So much guilt and regret was building within her that it was making it hard for her to talk at all.

“Yelena… I’m sorry,” Natasha expressed finally. Yelena looked at her wordlessly. She glanced down for a beat before looking back up at Natasha.

“Why did you do it? And why did you keep it a secret? I thought we agreed to do things together,” Yelena expressed, hurt slipping into her voice finally as emotion at last seeped into her voice and expression. Natasha shook her head, tears threatening to come to her eyes.

“When you told me I didn’t wake up, I knew something had to change. I failed you again, and I keep failing you in life, and you deserve a sister that can give you what you need,” Natasha expressed, almost feeling like trembling with how much the words hurt and with how deeply vulnerable that they were.

“I’ve been so busy with so many work things that I could not just drop them to be more well-rested, so I resorted to the best option I could think of,” Natasha shrugged, trying to be nonchalant despite the fact that she was hurting beyond belief.

“I guess I didn’t say anything to you because I didn’t,” Natasha paused, swallowing as she fought the urge to cry. She was exposing the deepest insecurities of her heart at this moment and it almost physically hurt. “I didn’t want you to know how much of a failure I am. It feels like sometimes that saying it out loud makes it that much more true, and I guess I was scared to bring it into the light.”

“I just… I love you so much and even when I’ve been on a long streak of doing right by you, I somehow always end up failing you, and it kills me,” Natasha admitted, the tears rolling down her cheeks by now despite her best efforts. At this point, she was just trying to keep the tears from affecting her voice and ability to articulate.

“I was desperate for anything that could help me keep from disappointing anyone. But most importantly, to keep me from failing you,” Natasha confessed.

“And I let you down again anyway,” Natasha confessed finally, no self-pity to be found in her statement. It was a statement that she believed to be one hundred percent true. She did not deserve sympathy for it. It was simply a fact and one that she regretted more than anything in the world.

She closed her eyes, tears slipping down the side of her head given her position lying on her back on the bed. She did not particularly expect any comfort right now, and she did not want to have to face Yelena’s disappointment that she doubtlessly had in her.

However, to her utter shock, she suddenly felt Yelena crawling onto the bed. Just as soon as she opened her eyes, she found a blonde ponytail falling against her face in a similar fashion as Kate’s hair had fallen, and an entire body was resting on top of her own, Yelena’s form gently squishing down on Natasha as she straddled her and rested on her.

“Stop saying that. Stop saying you failed me,” Yelena whispered to her, sounding near tears herself. Natasha sniffed.

“I did—”

“No, you didn’t. Stop,” Yelena tried to get through to her, and Natasha swallowed hard, reveling in the comforting weight of Yelena on top of her despite the fact that she did not deserve it.

“Natashka, it is not your fault. You didn’t let me down. You have been taking on too much work and trying to please everyone and it’s just been wearing you out. You don’t seriously think that I don’t get that, do you?” Yelena pleaded with her, and Natasha felt more tears slipping down her face. She buried her nose a little more deeply into the joint of Yelena’s neck and shoulder.

“Just… Next time please talk to me. Don’t do that self-sacrificing, suffer in silence BS,” Yelena explained, turning her head to kiss the side of Natasha’s face. Natasha nodded just barely, and Yelena buried her fingers in Natasha’s hair.

“Ya tak tebya lyublyu, pozer. Ya khochu, chtoby ty uvidel, kakoy ty khoroshiy,”1 Yelena whispered to her, and Natasha sniffled heavily, holding Yelena even closer as she hugged her tightly.

They remained quietly comforting one another for a while after that, the both of them silent as they cuddled and healed from the problems of earlier.

However, at last, Yelena spoke up again.

“Now… We need to start dividing your work among more people. And for the love of everything, let the Boomer take care of Kamala more often. Kamala almost crapped herself when Carol took her to go train,” Yelena stated, nothing but absolute sincerity in her voice.

Despite the fact that she still had tears running down her face a little, Natasha could not help her, deep, hearty chuckle at that. Yelena laughed a little with her, and before long, the both of them were laughing together far too much.

“I’ll try to let Carol take charge a little more often. And maybe I’ll give a few more things to some of the others,” Natasha promised finally, mirth still in her voice. Yelena nuzzled into the side of Natasha’s head, a small chuckle passing between her lips.

“Good.”

(1) “I love you so much, poser. I wish you could see how good you are.”

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