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darkstar225 · 6 months

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Spider-Girl gets heatstroke ft Wanda Maximoff and Natasha Romanoff

The sun bore down mercilessly on the city, amplifying the already stifling heat. Y/N Parker, also known as Spider-Girl, swung through the crowded urban landscape, her agile form navigating effortlessly between towering buildings. The snug superhero suit clung to her like a second skin, offering little reprieve from the oppressive warmth.

Wanda Maximoff, the Scarlet Witch, and Natasha Romanoff, the Black Widow, followed closely behind. The three made an unlikely but formidable team, each contributing their unique skills to the cause. Today's mission had brought them into the heart of the city, where the scorching heat seemed to amplify with every passing minute.

As they reached the rooftop where their target was supposed to be, Y/N's movements started to slow. The heat had become an almost tangible force, sapping her strength and leaving her feeling sluggish. Wanda exchanged a concerned look with Natasha, both recognizing the toll the weather was taking on their youngest teammate. Natasha was the first to say something about it over the comms.

Natasha - Kiddo, we need to take a break. It's too hot up here.

Y/N hesitated, her hand gripping the edge of the building for support.

Y/N - I'm fine!

Insisted the adolescent as her voice strained.

Wanda moved closer, placing a hand on Y/N's shoulder.

Wanda - You need to take care of yourself. This heat is dangerous. *frowns*

But Y/N, ever the stubborn teenager, shook her head.

Y/N - I can handle it. Let's finish this.

Natasha sighed, sharing a worried glance with Wanda. They pressed on, but it wasn't long before Y/N's movements became more laboured. Sweat dripped down her forehead, and her breaths were audible over the comms.

Wanda - We need to get her out of here.

The Scarlet Witch urged, her concern deepening.

Natasha grabbed Y/N's arm.

Natasha - Come on, baby. We're calling it a day.

Y/N resisted.

Y/N - No, I can't let them—

Wanda cut in, her voice firm.

Wanda - Your health is more important. The mission can wait.

Reluctantly, Y/N allowed herself to be guided away from the edge of the building. The trio found a shaded spot, but Y/N was insistent on finishing the mission even if she was already swaying slightly.

Y/N - I just need a moment...

Natasha - You need more than a moment. You need water and rest. *crosses her arms*

Y/N's stubbornness flared, and she pushed herself up.

Y/N - I can't let them get away. I can—

Her words were slurred, and her vision blurred. The next thing she knew, she was on her knees, the world spinning around her. Wanda and Natasha exchanged alarmed glances.

Wanda - Y/N!

Wanda cried out, rushing to her side.

Natasha activated her comm.

Natasha - We need an evac. Now.

Y/N tried to push herself up, but her limbs felt like lead. The last thing she heard before darkness claimed her was Wanda's worried voice calling her name.

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When Y/N opened her eyes, the world was a blur of white. She blinked, trying to make sense of her surroundings. The low hum of the quinjet's engines filled the air. She was lying on one of the benches, and her suit had been partially removed.

Y/N - Wanda? Natasha?

She croaked.

The two women appeared at her side, relief was evident in their eyes.

Natasha - You fainted detka, heatstroke.

Explained the Black Widow, her voice a mix of sternness and concern.

Y/N groaned, remembering the mission.

Y/N - Did we catch them?

Wanda smiled gently, brushing a strand of hair from Y/N's face.

Wanda - Yes, we did. But you scared us. You need to take better care of yourself, honey.

Y/N mumbled an apology, attempting to sit up. Natasha pressed her back down as she spoke firmly about their order.

Natasha - Rest, we'll be back at headquarters soon.

Wanda held a bottle of water to Y/N's lips, urging her to drink. The cool liquid was a balm for her parched throat. As Y/N sipped the water, Natasha began removing the rest of her suit to help her cool down.

Y/N - I can do that myself.

Protested the youngest weakly.

Wanda - You're in no condition to argue, my dear. *chuckles*

They worked efficiently, and the atmosphere was a mix of professionalism and genuine concern. Y/N couldn't help but feel grateful for the two women who had become her teammates and, in many ways, her surrogate family and mothers, in their own way.

Once out of the stifling suit, Y/N felt a wave of relief. The cool air of the quinjet was a welcome contrast to the oppressive heat outside. Wanda conjured a soft breeze, further easing Y/N's discomfort.

Natasha - You scared us back there, sweetheart.

Natasha admitted, her eyes intense.

Y/N - I'm sorry. I just wanted to finish the mission. *sighs*

Wanda placed a hand on Y/N's shoulder.

Wanda - There will always be another mission. But you only have one health and body for us to kiss, hug and give tickles. Don't jeopardize it for the sake of a mission. *tickles Y/N*

Y/N - Stopp- *giggling*

Natasha - Let her rest Wanda. It's okay lovebug *kisses forehead*

They lapsed into a comfortable silence, the hum of the quinjet providing a backdrop to their thoughts. Y/N closed her eyes, allowing herself to rest, knowing that she was in capable hands.

As the quinjet touched down at headquarters, Natasha and Wanda helped Y/N to her feet. She felt a little unsteady, but the support from her motherly teammates kept her upright.

Natasha - Promise us you'll take better care of yourself, babygirl.

Natasha said with her tone meaning business.

Y/N nodded, a genuine smile playing on her lips.

Y/N - I promise, moms.

Wanda grinned, a mischievous glint in her eyes.

Wanda - And if you don't, we might have to resort to more drastic measures.

Y/N - Like what? *raises an eyebrow*

Wanda and Natasha exchanged a knowing look before simultaneously saying: Mama bear's voice, the head-tilt and the raised eyebrow.

Y/N burst into laughter, the sound echoing through the quinjet. As they exited the aircraft, a trio of superheroes ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead, Y/N couldn't help but feel grateful for the bonds forged not just in battle but in the quiet moments of care and concern.

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yours-mythically · 5 months

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[ᴛʜᴇ ᴄʜʀᴏɴɪᴄʟᴇs ᴏғ ᴄʜᴀᴏs ᴀɴᴅ ᴄᴜᴅᴅʟᴇs ɪs ᴀ sᴇʀɪᴇs ᴏғ ᴏɴᴇsʜᴏᴛs ᴡɪᴛʜ ɴᴀᴛᴀsʜᴀ ᴀɴᴅ ᴡᴀɴᴅᴀ ᴀs ʏ/ɴ's ᴍᴏᴍs. ᴇᴠᴇʀʏ sɪɴɢʟᴇ ᴏɴᴇ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇsᴇ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ɪs ᴇɪᴛʜᴇʀ ғɪʟʟᴇᴅ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴄᴜᴅᴅʟᴇs ᴏʀ ᴄʜᴀᴏs (ᴏʀ ʙᴏᴛʜ), ʙᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ's ᴏɴᴇ ʀᴜʟᴇ; ɴᴏ ᴀɴɢsᴛ. sᴏ ɪғ ʏᴏᴜ ʀᴇǫᴜᴇsᴛ sᴏᴍᴇᴛʜɪɴɢ ғᴏʀ ᴛʜɪs sᴇʀɪᴇs, ᴘʟᴇᴀsᴇ ᴋᴇᴇᴘ ɪᴛ ғʟᴜғғʏ. ᴀʟsᴏ ɪғ ʏᴏᴜ ᴅᴏ ʀᴇǫᴜᴇsᴛ, ᴘʟᴇᴀsᴇ sᴘᴇᴄɪғʏ ɪғ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ɪᴛ ғᴏʀ ᴛʜɪs sᴇʀɪᴇs ᴏʀ ɴᴏᴛ, ᴛʜᴀɴᴋ ʏᴏᴜ.]

ᴛʜᴇ ᴄʜʀᴏɴɪᴄʟᴇs ᴏғ ᴄʜᴀᴏs ᴀɴᴅ ᴄᴜᴅᴅʟᴇs:

ғɪʀsᴛ sɴᴏᴡ

ᴏʜ ɴᴏ! ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴏᴏᴋɪᴇs!

ᴍᴀᴍᴀ ᴏʀ ᴍᴏᴍᴍʏ?

ᴀ ɴɪɢʜᴛ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ʙɪɢ ʙᴇᴅ

ᴡʀᴀᴘᴘᴇᴅ ᴀʀᴏᴜɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜʀ ғɪɴɢᴇʀ

ᴍɪssɪɴɢ ᴍᴏᴍᴍʏ. ᴀɢᴀɪɴ.

ғʀɪᴇɴᴅʟʏ ɪɴᴛʀᴜᴅᴇʀ

ᴄʜᴀᴏᴛɪᴄ ʙᴀʙʏsɪᴛᴛɪɴɢ

ᴀ ᴄʟɪɴɢʏ ᴘʜᴀsᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴍᴀᴍᴀ

ᴜɴᴄᴏᴍғᴏʀᴛᴀʙʟᴇ sʜᴏᴇs

ʜᴀᴘᴘʏ ɴᴇᴡ ʏᴇᴀʀ!

ᴍᴀᴍᴀ!

ᴢᴏᴏ ᴀᴅᴠᴇɴᴛᴜʀᴇs

ᴛʜᴇ ᴜɴᴇxᴘᴇᴄᴛᴇᴅ ғɪʀsᴛ ᴡᴏʀᴅ

ᴛʜᴇ ғɪʀsᴛ ᴅᴀʏ ᴀᴛ ɴᴜʀsᴇʀʏ

ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ʙᴏss

ᴀ ᴍᴀɢɪᴄᴀʟ ᴘɪᴄɴɪᴄ

ᴀ ᴄᴏᴍғᴏʀᴛɪɴɢ ᴇᴍʙʀᴀᴄᴇ

ᴇᴍʙʀᴀᴄɪɴɢ ᴜɴɪǫᴜᴇɴᴇss

ᴜɴᴠᴇɪʟɪɴɢ ʀᴇᴀʟɪᴛɪᴇs

ʙɪɢ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍs

ʟᴏsᴛ ғʀɪᴇɴᴅ

ᴀɴ ᴜɴᴇxᴘᴇᴄᴛᴇᴅ ʜᴀʙɪᴛ

ɴᴇᴡ ʀᴇsᴘᴏɴsɪʙɪʟɪᴛɪᴇs

ᴅɪғғᴇʀᴇɴᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ᴘʀᴏᴜᴅ

ʙʀᴏᴋᴇɴ ʙᴜᴛ ʙʀᴀᴠᴇ

#marvel #the avengers #natasha romanoff #yours-mythically #natasha romanoff x reader #black widow x reader #natasha romanoff x you #natasha x reader #platonic #mama nat #daughter!reader #wanda maximoff x reader #wanda x you #wandanat

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doudouneverte · 1 year

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Worried Moms

a/n: hey it's my first request, i hope you'll like it. I loved to write it.

*not my GIFs*

WandaNat x adoptive!daughter!reader; Natasha Romanoff x Wanda Maximoff; Avengers x teen!f!reader

Request: And I do have something to request if you feel comfy doing it. Mom!Wanda and Mama!Nat with the reader as their daughter. Reader gets sick and tries to hide it and push through it but they end up fainting or something like that, cue to mama bears mothering her to health. (Idk if fainting can be considered a trigger but if it's for you, I'd gladly read the fic with whatever you have in mind.). [Request by @darkstar225]

Summary: You're sick but you have to hid it from your moms because you want to go in mission, unfortunatly for you and Sam everything don't go well.

Type: Fluff

Warning: maybe 'fucked up' use three time

word count: 1319

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You awoke with a headache; it was unusual for you to become ill since gaining your powers. You didn't know if it was a bad thing, but you had to hide it; the next week, you'll go on a mission, but first you have to get your moms' approval. They said they would think about it if you managed to survive your training session. Easy, no? The rest of the day, your state was getting worse, but because you successfully hid it from an ex-assassin and a witch who could read your mind (even if she didn't do it without your consent), you could handle it a little longer.

The next day, otherwise, at the time you woke up, you thought you could die; if it was a cold, it was the worst you ever had. But you didn't really have the time to think about it; you checked your clock: 9 a.m., which meant you had one hour before the start of your training session. You decided to take a hot shower; it was helpful for the next 40 minutes. Today you were paired with Sam to upgrade your hand-to-hand combat skill. At first it was like usual, but suddenly your breath hurt your lungs. You stopped and tried to process what was happening, but Sam punched you in the face. It wasn't a strong punch; he restrained himself, but due to your poor condition, you fell on the training ground with your eyes closed; you were knocked out. When your body hit the ground, everyone in the room froze. There was silence until Sam kneeled next to you and asked, "Y/n? Y/n, are you all right?"

Obviously not, but you didn't mind that he couldn't think clearly. To be honest, no one could; the Falcon picked you up from the floor and ran to the med bay, followed by all the rest of the team.

"You're fucked up, Sam." Bucky said,

"I didn't do anything; we were training, and I just tried to punch her. "Usually, she'd dodge and hit me back," he defended himself.

"But now she's knocked out, and the only person with her was you. FRIDAY, could you please call doctor Cho?" Steve asked the A.I.

"It's done, Mr. Roger," the IA confirmed, but the hero couldn't respond before FRIDAY spoke again. "Mrs. Romanoff and Mrs. Maximoff are back."

There; he was fucked up. On their way to the kitchen, the two redheads found Helene, who was in a hurry and bumped into the shorter woman. "Sorry Natasha, I didn’t look where I was walking,” she apologized, and the Russian nodded.

“It’s okay, don’t worry, but you seem in a hurry, so we will not restrain you more.” She said and stepped aside to let the doctor resume her course. Wanda just had the time to put the bags on the counter when FRIDAY spoke.

“Mrs. Maximoff, Mrs. Romanoff, the doctor needs you in the infirmary right now.” The two women exchange a confused look before heading to where they were called. In front of the room, the witch felt a wave of fear and sadness, and she started to worry. Of course, Nat noticed and grabbed her hand before they walked into the room.

Their eyes widened when they saw you in the bed; they rushed to you before any of them could say anything Sam explained what’s happened. “How couldn’t you notice she was not like usual?” the Russian yelled at him, and nobody found the courage to defend him.

Wanda approached you and cupped your cheek. "Don't worry, dragă (darling), she's fine," the Sokovian assured her, and Helen spoke up.

"Don’t worry, Natasha I just got the results from the test, and it seems she just has a cold.” The doctor reassured her, and the ex-assassin seemed to be more calm. “She just needs to rest for a week. I’ll give you some medicine in case she needs it after she wakes up.” Everyone except your mothers left you after your mothers nodded.

After two hours, you awoke. You were surrounded by two worried redheads. “Hey, you.” you said softly.

“Hey, you.” Wanda said, and Natasha gave you a soft smile. “How are you feeling?” the witch asked you.

“Like I collided with a bus, but he was moving. But I think I'm okay," you said, looking around and raising your brows. "Where am I?" you inquired.

“In the infirmary,” the Black Widow said this time, “we were really worried about you when Sam told us what’s happened.”

You sighed “I’m sorry,” you said quietly.

“Since when?” Wanda asked, and her wife looked at her confused. “Since when have you been like this?” she added.

“Yesterday.” You admitted it shyly.

“Yesterday!?” the older woman loudly repeated, and you nodded. “Why did you hide it from us?” She inquired, a little concerned about her failure to notice it earlier.

You played with your fingers to try to erase your anxiety, “because you said you’d let me go with you if I finished the training session. And I wanted to make you proud of me, and show you I was ready. So, I forced myself to not let you know and not think about it when I was near Mama.” You paused a moment, saying, "I'm sorry if it makes you worry," and some tears found their way into the corner of your eyes.

“Hey, it’s okay.” Nat cupped your cheek and brushed your tears with her thumb. “It’s okay; we’re a little worried, but it’s okay; we’re not mad or anything. You don’t have to cry, malyshka (baby girl)” their eyes were wet too.

You were about to speak again when a red whip lifted you. The scarlet magic tickled you “We can’t stay here, and you have to rest.” The witch said, and you laughed, “What is so funny?” She gave you a falsely curious look.

“It-haha…it’s tickling me.” You barely said and before you could notice she lend you on your bed. ‘Thank you,” you said, and they gave you a kiss on both cheeks before heading to the door. “Where are you going?’ you asked.

“We must cook you something. We’ll not let you like that.” Wanda said before they left the room. In the kitchen, everybody was waiting for the two women to give an update.

“How is our little fireball?” Tony asked.

“Much better,” Wanda replied, “she just needs rest. We put her in her bed, and we’ll cook something, so she’ll eat before sleeping again.” She explained, and after that, Natasha hit Sam’s head.

“What was that for?” he asked, a little scared.

“You hit our baby girl.” the Russian replied; “you’re lucky Wanda didn’t throw you away earlier,” she added, and the atmosphere changed. “And for the mission, I think we will let you go. We will stay with Y/n. I’ll text Fury.” She explained, nobody found any reason to argue; they know how much they love you, so it's obvious they’ll never let you alone in this condition.

You spent the next week in your bedroom, surrounded by your moms’ love; you couldn’t leave your bed without one of them following and making sure you were okay. Sam was not allowed to approach you for a month. It was pretty funny, and after that, he spent two months making sure you forgave him, even if you assured him it was not his fault.

This little incident proved how much they loved you, and of course you were glad even if you already knew that. You adored them just as much as they do.The world knew how scary the Black Widow and the Scarlet Witch were, and Sam could approve. But the world didn’t know how lovely and careful they could be, between them, of course, but twice as much with you.

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i-writes-things · 7 months

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HI! I want to say that I love you writing a lot, It's so good💖.

I was wondering if you could write (is you don't want to it's fine) Natasha x Teen!daughter reader where reader goes on a mission with Steve, but she doesn't come back and everyone is doing everything to find her but it's like only a few days later that they find her injured. (you can choose what happened and where they find and rescue her) and can you do it as a reader insert (if you don't want to that's totally fine.)

Thank you :) keep up the good work!💜

Aw thank you!

I haven't posted in a while.

So Mama!Nat seems like a good reboot to start with.

"Hey, mom."

"What the hell were you thinking." Natasha growls at Steve before glancing at you.

"I wasn't." Steve starts, "I was unconscious. Y/n saved us. Me, really."

"That I did." Y/n is laying uncomfortably in the grass, her leg propped up. "Barely."

"Steve, I told you to keep her in your sights."

"I did-"

"He was, Mom!"

"Y/n, this isn't your mess." She turned back to scold Steve, but Y/n wasn't having it.

"Not my mess. I'm the one who cleaned the whole damn thing up!" Steve mumbled something with his head down as Natasha turned back toward her daughter. "I dragged Steve out. I cleared the building, I got the hard drive, I was the one who contacted you! Steve was out cold up until 10 hours ago!" Wishing she could stomp away right about now, Y/n huffed and worked on moving herself to a better position. Natasha was silent, tapped her shoe on the ground. Steve walked away.

"Bruce!" He went looking for the little green man.

"I'm sorry."

"For-"

"For forgetting you're not my 8 year old babygirl, who accidentally lit fireworks in the Compound, anymore." She lowered herself to meet Y/n. "You're now," She pulled your chin back towards her "my brave, ambitious and amazing young woman." Taking a glance at your swollen knee, she whispers, "I'm so proud of you."

"I tripped an alarm." You began, "Steve was sitting out in the hall and I thought," Steve and Bruce's footsteps could be heard.

"I thought I was gonna be attacked!" Y/n voice totally changes, leaving Natasha suspicious and Steve told Bruce to listen in. "I mean he was coming for me, Steve," She gestured to him "out in the wall and they gotten me and silly unconscious Steve cornered, quite easily actually." Natasha stared at Y/n trying to get the whole story. She couldn't find a reason. "I had him in choke hold-" Steve threw his hand in the air and Bruce took Steve over to a makeshift table to look "I just tripped." Y/n looked down at her stupid swollen knee.

"What?"

"We weren't cornered, I only had to take down maybe 3 guys. Be that was way before this. I thought I could be cool and do a flip off the wall. Try to at least, I was feeling it and I tripped as I ran to the wall."

"Thank god." Natasha closes her eyes in thanks.

"What? That I fell? Thanks mom. Love you too."

"Young lady, we both know you would have needed stitches if you tried that." Y/n huffed feeling defenseless.

"Whatever."

"So you tried to tell Steve a cooler story." She cocked an eyebrow.

"Tried? I did tell him a way cooler story. Now he thinks more of me! Goal Accomplished!" Y/n smiled, pumping a fist in the air.

"Oh. my. god. Your gonna have to tell him."

"Mom, no." You dreaded this.

"Y/n, yes!" She booped your nose. "You tell him or I do!" She said in a sing song voice. Y/n groans and stands with Natasha's help, wobbling back to the Quin jet.

"I hate Steve sometimes you know that. Why can't he just be oblivious? Mom pleeasse!"

"Okay baby, I'll tell him."

"No no. I will fine fine, you've convinced me. You're so mean." Y/n and Natasha continued to hobble along on the grass.

"Love you too." Natasha waves Steve and Bruce back and they all ride home together.

#avengers #natasha romanoff #platonic #imagines #mama nat #mama nat <3 #natasha romanoff x reader #natasha romanoff x platonic!reader #natasha romanoff x teen!reader #natasha romanov x reader #natasha romanoff x female #mama!nat x daughter!reader #mother daughter relationship #steve rogers #bruce banner #quinjet #platonic avengers #avengers x reader #anon requests

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lizziecanrailme · 2 years

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Little Redhead❥

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x reader | Avengers ft. Yelena & Kate x reader (platonic)

Summary: Your girlfriend turns into a baby

Warning: Mentions of the red room

A/N: I wrote this for no reason <3

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You really didn’t expect this

Like at all

It was supposed to be an easy mission, just you, Steve, and Nat. Though the agents you were facing had different plans for that.

Now here you were, carrying a tiny baby redhead. Who was giggling with her little fingers in her mouth. She was so innocent, it made you sad that the red room took that away from her. She was just a child, and she was took from those monsters.

You decided not to think of it any longer. Enjoying the time you had with her in this state. She started babbling random nonsense. “What are you saying little red?” you asked in babyish voice.

She babbled louder this time, as if she really was trying to speak to you. “Bubba” you heard her speak, you gave her a shocked look. “What was that little red?” you said with an excited smile. She giggled, “Bubba!” she exclaimed, you cooed at her.

She had such a sweet smile, showing her two small teeth. She also had adorable chubby cheeks that you just wanted to squeeze.

“We’ve landed Y/N” you heard Steve’s voice call out. You grabbed your bag and pulled it over your shoulder. You walked off the Quinjet, walking towards one of the entrances of the Stark tower.

You already know your teammates are gonna question why you have a random baby in the tower.

“Welcome Mx. L/N” Friday greeted you politely, “Hey Friday” you responded with a smile. You walked into the main room, where you saw your teammates.

Bucky and Sam were watching a show but bickering with each other. Vision and Wanda were cooking in the kitchen, as usual. Tony was drinking wine, while laying on a chair. Steve had gone to the bathroom to take a shower, then sleep. Clint was probably in his room.

Kate was on the floor on her phone, sitting between Yelena’s legs. While Yelena was braiding her hair. That was quite an interesting site to see, considering Yelena wasn’t that close to Kate. Or that’s what she had claimed, “Kate Bishop is a puppy that follows me around, why would I be friends with her?”.

Yeah, you’re going to tease her about that later.

There wasn’t that much noise in the room, which was good. You didn’t want Nat to get overwhelmed. Yelena heard Friday’s announcement and turned from Kate’s now finished braid. She saw the shit eating grin on your face and grew mildly embarrassed. But she was quickly distracted by the baby in your arms.

“Why do you have a baby with you?”

That question cause the room to go silent. Everyone turned to you and stared dumbfounded at the little baby in your arms.

“Did you steal it?” Sam asked

“What- no I didn’t steal her! This is Natasha” you raised your voice at him. There was another silence before you heard someone snort. You already knew who it was, you raised your eyebrow at Kate, who bowed her head.

Wanda came out from the kitchen and to you and Nat. “Aww she’s so cute” she said while lightly squishing her cheeks. The little redhead giggled at the affection.

“Wand” she said while smiling at the redhead brightly. Wanda gasped, “Yeah I’m Wanda” she replied, scrunching up her nose.

“I’m guessing she remembers you, that means she has to remember everyone else too.”

Everyone else perked up at this.

“She’s my sister so I get to hold her first!”

“Oh god”

〈★〉

#Natasha’s a baby #natasha romanoff #natasha romanoff x reader #fluff #natasha x reader #marvel #wanda maximoff #platonic Wandanat #the avengers #platonic avengers #lizziecanrailme works #baby!nat #katebishop #yelena belova

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haleyhunwritess · 1 year

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hi my baby <3 can you write something with bucky that’s like “we’re mad at each other but still care” or they have an argument and reader feels bad and tries to make it up to him, or something like that your writing is just so so so beautiful 💝

𝐌𝐚𝐝 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞

pairing: bucky x reader

warning: angst, fluff, drinking, mentions of roofie

a/n: hi my love, thank you so much for sending this in and thank you so much for your sweet kind words, i hope you enjoy this <33 i was in dire need of some fluff and angst today hahah 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

You rarely ever argued with Bucky, and if you ever did, he was too soft on you to say much. He would let you win every time, just wanting to see your beautiful smile again. He hated seeing you upset, and he couldn't stand it when you cried. Maybe that's why he's always been protective of you. However, after what happened last month, he had been a bit overprotective.

Somebody had spiked your drink at the club when you went there for a friend's birthday. Bucky was so scared when your friends called him to tell him what happened. They took you to the hospital because they didn't know what else to do. Thankfully, you were alright and nothing too bad happened, however, they never found the person who did that to you.

Ever since then, Bucky was extremely protective over you. Though at first you thought it was very sweet, I mean who wouldn't want their boyfriend to be protective over them and want to look after them. However, it was his overprotective tendencies that were starting to get to you. Bucky insisted on tagging along with you each time you wanted to go out with your friends for a girls night. You told him that it was supposed to be a girls night, and that it would be awkward with him there. He would quietly nod and eventually stop pestering you about it, but then you caught him sitting by the bar one time and found out that he would follow you guys there when you wouldn't let him come.

You knew why he was doing this. You knew how scared he was for you but you didn't appreciate being followed by him, and neither did your friends. You decided you would only go out with them for girls night when you knew Bucky would be too distracted with something else to keep an eye on you.

You called Steve this morning and asked him to pick up Bucky for a boys night out tonight, and he reluctantly agreed. Bucky was a bit suspicious when Steve and Sam showed up at your doorstep but you encouraged him to go. You lied and said you had a lot of work to catch up on and he would just get bored sitting at home with you.

Once he was out the door, Natasha came over and you both started to get ready together. An hour later, you were at one of your favourite clubs with Natasha, Wanda, and a few of your other friends. A couple drinks later, you decided the group needed some shots and you generously got up to get them from the bar. You called out for the bartender, who was too busy helping somebody else at the moment.

You turned around, leaning against the bar as you waited, looking out at the dance floor. You tried to look around for your friends, but instead you saw Bucky talking to Sam and Steve in one of the booths. You squinted your eyes to make sure it was really them, and that's when Bucky looked over at you at the same time. You quickly turned back around to face the bar but it took him less than a minute to walk over to you angrily through the crowd.

"What the fuck? You lied to me!" Bucky hissed, grabbing your arm to make you turn back around to look at him.

You groaned in response, sick of being treated like someone who couldn't take care of themselves. You couldn't take it anymore. You decided to ignore him and turned back around, finally getting the bartender's attention. You ordered four shots of vodka, while trying to ignore Bucky's presence.

"Actually, she'll just have water." Bucky hissed at the bartender, who looked back at you to make sure you weren't too intoxicated.

You rolled your eyes and asked him for the shots again, while reaching for your wallet from your purse. Bucky sighed as the bartender handed you the four shots, and took out his wallet to pay for them instead.

"Thank you for the drinks, Buck. Have a good night." You muttered putting your wallet back in your purse before bringing the shots back to your table. You carried two shots in each hand, and slammed them all down at the table.

You noticed it was only Natasha at the table right now, and the others were off dancing. You handed her one of the shots, which she downed easily. You took one shot, and nearly cringed before picking up the other two shot glasses.

Natasha watched in amusement as you took the other two shots down a row. Normally, she would try to stop you and convince you to ease up on the drinks. However, after the night you've had, she knew you needed this. She had watched Bucky approach you at the bar, and she knew it wasn't good.

"What did he say?" She smirked, as you slumped down in your seat.

"Nothing important." You rolled your eyes, and looked back over at the bar. Bucky was still standing there, looking back at you. His face was no longer filled with anger though. He looked sad, and a bit embarrassed, which made you feel even worse, "Ugh Nat, I think I was too mean to him. Fuck, look at him, it's like kicking a lost puppy. Let's just go home please."

You felt bad for the way you handled the situation but there was no way you were about to go apologize to him. You needed to have a talk with him, but definitely not while you were this drunk. It needed to happen when you were both sober and thinking straight. Natasha picked up her phone and texted Wanda that you two were heading out before calling an Uber for both of you. You took one last look at Bucky, watching him walk back over to Steve and Sam, before you headed out of the club with Natasha.

Once you were home, Natasha helped you inside and got you to drink some water before she got an Uber home for herself. You were still feeling drunk but also hungry at the same time. You walked over to the kitchen to look for a midnight snack, and opened the refrigerator door. You looked inside and noticed there was a tray of brownies sitting there with a little note on the side.

You took the brownies out and put them down on the counter before picking up the note to read it.

I made these so you wouldn't try to burn my kitchen down while trying to make yourself a snack :)

Don't work too hard, genius, I love you - Bucky <3

For some reason, you couldn't help but start crying at the note. You looked over at the brownies and started crying even harder. It was such a simple gesture but it let you know that everything was going to be okay. He wasn't trying to be controlling these past few months, he was only doing those things because he was worried about you. Instead of trying to talk to him, you spent all day trying to get rid of him. You nearly fell to the floor, covering your face with shaking hands as you sobbed loudly.

You knew his approach may have been wrong but if you had just tried talking to him instead of shutting him out or getting angry and arguing with him, then maybe things wouldn't be so bad right now. Maybe you could even tell him how scared you were this past month. How terrified you were when you woke up in the hospital that night and found out what happened to you. Maybe you could tell him you were only pretending to be brave for him, when really you were absolutely terrified.

In the middle of your breakdown, you didn't hear the front door open. Bucky walked in with Steve and Sam following behind him, trying to apologize for lying to him. However, when they heard you crying they all rushed over to the kitchen. Bucky ran in first and quickly picked you up off the floor, shushing your cries and gently stroking your back.

"It's okay, it's alright, I'm here," Bucky mumbled over and over again, "You're okay, it's okay."

Though Bucky was merely trying to comfort you, you started to cry harder at his soothing words. It had been a rough month, and you didn't want to push him away anymore. You just wanted to be in his arms.

Steve looked around the kitchen, trying to figure out if you were crying because you had gotten hurt in some way, while Sam reached grabbed a bottle of water and handed it to Bucky, who tried to get you to drink from it. You just shook your head and held him even tighter. Bucky looked at you, worry evident in his eyes, as he tried to figure out what was wrong.

When you looked up at him again though, Bucky just knew. He didn't know how but he knew you just needed him in that moment. Bucky quietly told Steve and Sam that they could leave before he carefully brought you over to the living room. Laying down with you on the couch, with you still in his arms, he muttered sweet nothings in your ear and watched over you as you eventually fell asleep.

Bucky knew you needed to talk about this, and soon you would but not tonight. Tonight was about you, and all he wanted to do was just hold you in his arms, and comfort you.

Everything was going to be okay, and he would make sure of it.

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d-romanov · 5 months

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float around and ghost my friends

[title- phoebe bridgers. natasha romanoff x teen!reader, minimal platonic peter x reader]

2.5k words

You didn’t have a normal childhood, but you mama encourages you to have a normal highschool experience and lets you go to a party. It doesn’t quite go how she wanted, or how you expected.

trigger warnings: underage drinking + drinking to cope, suicidal ideation?, depression, it’s sad ngl but it’s got a hopeful ending (probably)

Living your life after a childhood of pain and misery is hard, it is so, so hard. You wonder if the man across the street is just a stranger or someone there to take you back, if the light flickering meant someone had found you, if the loud noise down the hall was a body against a wall. God, if you started thinking too hard about it you wouldn’t stop.

Thank god high school would only make it worse!

Growing up as a Hydra lab rat they still had to keep you occupied, lest you go catatonic and ruin their tests. You saw plenty of shows and movies about high school, about how important the dance next saturday was, when everyone’s classes were, the like. You understood, to an extent, that parties were a big deal. Parents went out of town, kids got shitfaced, snuck back into bed past “curfew.” fun times.

It’s been a little over a year since you were found by the Avangers, and just a few months since Natasha Romanoff finalized the adoption paperwork for you. Even if you couldn’t call her mom as much as you wanted to you were happy, truly content for the first time in your life. You had friends, family, and a mother who wanted nothing more than for you to enjoy your new life.

Which is why, when peter had invited you to a party being put on by someone in his class, your mom urged you to go.

—

You haven’t been sleeping much in the last few weeks. Insomnia and trauma-induced nightmares were taking their toll on you, but you could handle a bit of sleep deprivation. Besides, you weren’t about to concern Natasha more, she’s had enough on her plate lately.

No, no matter how long you stayed awake shaking, shivering, not breathing waiting for a sound in the hallway, you wouldn’t bother Natasha. Though, that didn’t stop you from being a bit more clingy during the day before calling it a night.

“It’s an opportunity for you to have fun outside the tower, детка, you should go.” You sat cross-legged on Natasha’s bed, watching as she put away laundry. It was calming. “I’m only a call away if you and Peter wanna ditch, but I want you to enjoy yourself.”

Her encouragement throws you off. “You know what happens at those parties though, don’t you?” You shift so you’re laying down against the pillows, “Shouldn’t you be making me stay home?”

Natasha laughs. “Hon, highschool parties aren’t nearly as crazy as movies make them out to be, and i know you. It’s not like you’re going to get wasted or make out with any boys.” You pull a face and Natasha laughs again, and you laugh with her.

“You don’t have to go if you don’t want to,” She presses a kiss to your forehead and you smile up at her.

“I’ll go.”

—

You’re already regretting it, and you’ve only been in the house for 20 minutes. Peter don’t ditch you per se, but you haven’t seen him since you settled on the couch. The music pulses through the floor and you can feel the bass in your teeth. You’re pressed in at the far end of the couch hugging the armrest, clutching a soda can in one hand and hovering over Natasha’s contact in you phone with the other. A bark of laughter from the kitchen throws you out of your thoughts and you notice someone pouring out shots. somewhere in the back of your mind you wonder when the last time you had a drink was, to which your brain unhelpfully answers “too long.”

Aside from anesthesia, the best pain relief you had in your old life was alcohol. You understood that it wasn’t healthy, even back then you knew that, but it kept your thoughts from racing and helped you sleep at night.

A small crowd was formed around the kitchen counter, and you watch as two boys get locked into a fierce competition of Cup Pong.

You watch one of them, a lean, blonde boy from the soccer team, fading fast. only two of his cups have been emptied, he’s clearly a lightweight and already wobbling by his third shot. The other boy is one you recognize from your history class. he’s loud, obnoxious, and goading on the other boy who’s finally thrown the ping pong ball properly and landed it in a cup.

The loud one sinks in another two balls, and you see the blond visibly swallow. you don’t know what comes over you because in the next moment, you down his two shots in one go.

“Woah-hoh-hoh! looks like someone’s up to the challenge!” His face breaks into a shit eating grin, “Too bad you picked a battle with the undefeated champ here.” you hear a few whistles in the growing crowd and smirk, You can feel the buzz hitting your head and it feels good, you feel good for the first time in days.

“Undefeated, huh? Well, this is gonna be really embarrassing for you then.” You’re cocky, but you don’t care, you just wanna get drunk.

He quickly bounces another ball, landing in your forward cup, the second misses. Your two land and it’s a battle keeping your face straight. Your opponent is intimidated, but he hides it behind a grin and his height, but he’s too obvious. You know he’ll hit his limit far sooner than you’ll hit yours, so you tease him a bit.

To throw him off, you miss your next two throws, and his second lands. as soon as the cup is empty you begin to sway. you’re in no drunken state, there’s barely a buzz at this point, but he doesn’t know that. As far as he knows, you’re just as much of a lightweight as the blond before you.

He’s hiding his own swaying body by leaning forward on the counter, but you can see in his eyes he’s getting drunk, and thanks to the alcohol of choice being vodka, it won’t be much longer before he’s out. You were hoping for a bit more fun, but his head start in the is game threw that off a bit. You strike fast. Two balls, two cups, one throw, it’s impressive to the crowd but for you it’s child’s play. He down the cups, slower than before, and you can see sweat forming on his forehead.

He misses his next throw and you can’t stop yourself from being a bit disappointed. then again, you only have one cup left versus his, you huff a laugh.

“I mean, it’s a little unfair of me to be beating you. You had a head start in the game, why don’t we level it out?”

The crowd is rowdy and you see his face twist into a grimace. He’s getting agitated while you’re loosening up, happily putting on a show for everyone around you.

You pour yourself two more shots and take the one after the other. You revel in the burn, you feel lighter, higher, ready to put this stupid kid in his place.

—

You win that game, you win two more games, and everything becomes a blur. You think your phone buzzes a few times through the night but you ignore it in favor of pouring yourself another drink and laughing your ass off. It’s the first time you’ve ever felt normal, and even if you don’t know anyone’s names they’re funny enough, and you can forget about the past for the night.

You’re not noticeable in school, you hide yourself in the back of the class and only talk to peter and his friends. You’re allowed to leave class whenever you need to thanks to a plan you’re mom had set up with the school, so it’s not like you usually stick around enough to talk to anyone. You’re just some new kid lost in the crowd there, but now, here, people are talking to your face instead of whispering behind your back and avoiding eye contact. you finally feel free.

You get up and unsteadily return to the kitchen for another shitty bear. You look over your shoulder and throw your hands out. “Peter!!” you shout, ending in a giggle when you see his face, he’s looking at you funny. “hiiiii!!”

“Are you drunk??” Oh never mind, he sounds mad.

“Nooo?” You giggle again, he doesn’t believe you but you don’t really care.

Peter rubs his hand down his face and starts to guide you to the door.

“Where’re we going i was having funnnn,” You whine, pushing against his insistence you leave.

“(Y/n) i already called natasha, now drink this and sit tight.” He’s frustrated and hands you a water bottle, you pout and plop onto the grass, lazily sipping at the bottle.

You’re not sure how much later it happens, but Natasha’s car pulls up on the curb. She steps out and she looks pissed, if you had any energy left you’d probably be scared. “Hi мама,” even drunk and half asleep you still know you sound like a pathetic mess, and right now you really just want to catch up on all the sleep you’ve missed.

She kneels down next to you on the grass and moves your sweaty hair from your forehead, you notice her face soften. “Hi малышка, let’s get you home.”

“Are you mad at me?” You blurt out. Your voice is small, and you don’t mean to sound so weak but the alcohol in your system makes you feel vulnerable. “I don’ want you to be mad at me i was jus’ so tired.”

“No hun, i’m not mad. We’ll talk in the morning when you’ve sobered up, now up you get.”

If you weren’t so out of it you would’ve seen the heartbreak cross her face.

She hoists you up with your arm over her shoulder, and you’re grateful for it because without her you’d have fallen face first into the dirt.

You hear her ask Peter to open the door, and as soon as you’re in the car you’re out like a light.

—

Anyone could tell from a mile away that Natasha loved you. Since the day you were found she’d always cared and wanted the best for you. You were the child she’d always wanted, and she’d do anything for you. And anyone could tell that seeing her kid so small, so sad, was breaking her heart.

Peter’s phone call had been confusing, something about you getting too competitive to think straight and then too drunk to stand. She’d shown up expecting a slightly drunk teenager, not you. Not you sitting in the grass, on the curb, nursing a water bottle and looking so utterly defeated. She didn’t know what to do, she just wanted to take all your pain away.

Getting you home was the easy part. Apparently, getting you out of the party had also sucked all of your energy, and you were cooperative getting in the car, hell you were asleep as soon as the door shut. Natasha dropped Peter off at home before returning to the tower, after getting some context to the situation of course. Now it was time to get you to bed, and figure out her next steps.

—

“Mmmn?” You can barely open your eyes, everything just feels so heavy and faraway. Behind squinted eyes you recognize that it’s Natasha pulling you from the car.

“Come on sweetheart, let’s get you to bed.”

Your short nap didn’t help you much. “‘M tired,” You croak out, cringing at the taste of your dry mouth.

“I know you are bub,” She pull one of your arms over her shoulders and leads you through the tower’s garage to the elevator. “That’s why we’re gonna get you cleaned up in into bed.”

Your response isn’t more than an affirmative grunt, but you can get the words past your throat.

Eventually, after a blur of motion and lights and almost getting sick on the way up, you’re in your room. You don’t want to be in here.

Natasha guides you to your bed, keeping you steady as you sit down. Before she can pull away your hands grip her shoulders like a vice.

You don’t even realize you’re crying. “Don’- Мама don’t leave. Please don’t leave.” You don’t want to be alone. You just want to sleep but you can’t sleep because when you sleep your mind attacks and attacks and attacks and you can’t keep dealing with this forever you’re so tired.

“Hey hey, no i’m not going anywhere детка. Im not leaving, but i need you to breathe, please.” You can’t stop yourself from closing your eyes. You hate the way she’s looking at you, she looks so sad and you’re the one doing this. God look at you, look how pathetic you’ve become.

“I ju- I just wanted everything to stop. i wanted to be normal in sorry. i’m sorry мама i’m sorry i’m just tired i’m sorry.” The words get caught in your throat and choked out in a sob. You try to pull back, hide in you pillows and shut out everything, but natasha’s returned grip is solid and fierce, yet gentle, and kind, and she pulls you into her chest as you fight every cry that bubbles up.

“Let it out малышка, don’t fight it. It’s okay, i’ve got you. I’ve got you, love.” Her hold on you grows tighter and you can almost feel your chest open just from her words. No matter how much you were taught and built against it from birth, Natasha was your lifeline.

Minutes or hours later, you’re cries turn to whimper and the bone-deep exhaustion makes itself known again. Your arms feel so heavy, you can barely keep your puffy eyes open and you just want to sleep for the next month.

“Hey,” Natasha says it so softly she’s worried you’ll miss it, but she doesn’t want to startle you. “Let’s get you changed. I’m just gonna grab you some pajamas, okay?”

You must’ve nodded, because natasha moves and you faintly hear your dresser draws move. You’re half asleep as natasha helps you change into comfier clothes, you’re eyes aren’t even open once she’s tucked you and herself into bed and holds your head to her chest.

“I love you so, so much малышка. Got to sleep, okay? I’ve got you. I’ve got you.”

Your answer is a whisper “I love you, мама.”

You’re out like a light, you limbs heavy and mind blissfully quiet. Natasha hardly sleeps, thinking only about you and the conversation you need to have.

——

part 2!!!

#mama nat #natasha romanoff x daughter!reader #natasha romanoff x teen!reader #natasha romanoff #natasha x reader #natasha romanov x reader #natasha x daughter!reader #natasha x teen reader #peter parker x platonic reader #my writing

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natsarrownecklacx · 2 years

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Gay Panic, Disaster Lesbians

*Natasha, Wanda and Y/n watching a movie in the compound common room, cuddling.*

* Natasha n Wanda asleep on Y/n.*

Yelena- *Sitting in the kitchen watching them, shaking her head.* “How’s the girlfriends y/n?”

Y/n- *Looking over at Yelena.* “I don’t have a girlfriend Lena, never mind more then one?”

Yelena- *Smiles and shakes her head.*

Natasha- *Cuddles closer to y/n and mumbles.* “Stop talkin, Dekta. M trynna sleep.”

Wanda- *Mumbles something incoherent in her sleep and nuzzles her head into y/n.*

Y/n- *Blushing while looking at Natasha n Wanda with heart eyes, whispering.* “God they are so adorable.”

*Internal realisation part bajillion. Y/n loves these two girls asleep on her.*

Yelena- *Sitting in the kitchen, laughing to herself at the look on y/n’s face n whispering.* “Disaster lesbians.”

Part Four

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bloomingflowersthings · 1 year

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Burning chill

Pairings: Natasha X Sick!Reader, Natasha X Child!Reader, hints of WandaNat

Warnings: Mentions of the Red Room, nothing too specific, but reader is definitely traumatized

Summary: Taking care of a sick kid was already hard enough, but when a fever brings to surface your traumas, Natasha is going to need some help to get you to lay down

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To say that Natasha was a little worried about you would be an understatement. She was really worried about you.

You were the youngest widow on training when Nat and Yelena took the red room down one year ago. Now you were already 7 years old and a lot less traumatized than when they took you to the avengers compound. It took a lot for you to unlearn all the bad things that Dreykov implemented on your head, including the way he made Natasha seem like a traitor. Now you loved her like she was your mother and she loved you back.

At first, the avengers didn’t want a kid living in the compound. They thought it was too dangerous, however you were highly intelligent and skilled, so you started your avengers training. You still weren’t allowed to go on the field with the adults but you did almost everything like they did.

On your last training, Steve took the whole team to a frozen lake to test everyone combat skills in a snowy area. Everything would have turned out alright if Bruce didn’t Hulked out and broke the ice on the lake, prompting you to fall down on the freezing water.

Now, you were here, with the worst cold ever and a high fever that wouldn’t break. Natasha was on bed with you, by your side the whole time and the way you were shivering besides her broke her heart.

A series of deep, chesty coughs made you wake up, glassy look on your eyes as you sat up, staring at the void.

“Y/N? how are you feeling malyshka?” Nat asked, closing her book to give you a proper look.

Your lack of answering made Nat press her hand to your forehead, confirming her worries, your fever had probably risen.

“You’re burning up, I need to take your temperature” she said, while getting up to get your thermometer.

As she re entered the room, you had gotten up and were currently walking in circles on the bed.

“I’m glad you got some energy left, but please sit down for a moment.” The redhead said, suppressing a chuckle

You did as you were told and Nat placed the thermometer under your tongue. Because of your previous “exercise” you were shivering more obviously now.

“Try and stay still, baby.”

The device beeped and gave her the verdict.

“39.7, that’s too high for you detka, i’m gonna have to give you a shower.”

“T-too cold!” you said, trying to get inside Nat’s hoodie

“Get outta there! you’re too warm!” She said while giggling about your silliness.

Pushing your head out of her clothes, you locked eyes with her and immediately started crying and flinching away from her.

“Y/N? What’s wrong? are you hurt?” she asked, panicking.

“GET AWAY FROM ME! YOU’RE MY OPPONENT!” You yelled, trying to free yourself from her grasp.

Oh, your memories from the red room must had returned in your feverish state, and the black widow hated to see you in pain. And it really hurt her to remember about the way you saw her before.

“Baby, you’re delirious, you’ll feel better if you go and lie down.” Nat tried to coax you out of that state, still holding you firmly so you wouldn’t get hurt.

Still, you managed to get away from her hold and opened the door, ready to run through the compound.

And you would be successful, if Wanda weren’t passing by.

“Y/N! Are you okay?” The witch took a firm hold of you, picking you up.

“LET ME GO!” you yelled, your voice getting hoarse both from all the yelling and from your cold.

“Wanda! she’s delirious and wont calm down” Natasha said desperately.

Wanda understood and with a swift of her hands, she managed to put you to sleep, adjusting your body so you were being carried in a bridal position by her.

“Thank you so much, she could have gotten hurt without you”

“Don’t mention it, she’s really warm, I think we should put her back in bed.”

When they tucked you in, Wanda glanced at Natasha, she looked exhausted and shaken by your outburst.

“Hey, what about I put you to sleep too? you look like you need some rest.” Wanda said tenderly.

“Thanks Wands, but I really should stay awake in case she needs me”

“Let’s do it like this, you try and get some sleep, and I’ll stay right here looking over the both of you.”

“Are you sure?”

“Absolutely”

Tucking Natasha in, the witch gave a kiss on her temple, lulling her to a much needed rest, and walked over so she could lay down on the other side of the bed, having you in the middle of both women.

“Sleep well, angels, i’m gonna take care of you.”

#natasha x sick!reader #mama nat #wandanat x y/n #natasha romanoff x platonic!reader #sickfic #snzfic

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verybadatwriting · 1 year

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Dog Tags

Summary: Some bullies take teasing a step too far.

Warnings: Stereotypical bullies, anger issues, bottling up emotions, violence

Notes: Papa/Pa= Steve, Dad/Dada = Bucky. No pairing. Reader is Steve and Bucky's adopted daughter. Part two here!

Fem!reader

Word count: 1,364

Age 1-5

When you were born, 1939, Hydra got you. You underwent four years of experiments that gave you the gift of prophecy and enhanced physical strength. Random visions of the future came to you once or twice a week, but they were heralded by you losing consciousness.

Four years later, a group led by Captain America took down the lab you were being kept in. You formed a close father-daughter bond with the men who rescued you, James ‘Bucky’ Barnes and Steve Rogers. For two years you stayed with them as they continued fighting against the Axis Powers and formed the Howling Commandos.

It was then discovered that you had a severe heart defect. If left untreated, it would most likely kill you. On December 26th 1944, they placed you in a specially made freezing chamber in the hopes that future medical advances would make your condition treatable. While you were frozen, you still received visions.

Age 6

Decades later, you were unfrozen. You were technically in your 60’s, but by all accounts still a six-year-old. You lived with your adoptive Papa Steve, who ensured you got the medical treatments needed, and had a relatively normal childhood despite the out of the ordinary first six years. He told you that your Dad Bucky was gone, which you didn’t fully believe.

“But I saw him!” You protested.

“I know,” Steve replied, “We used to see him every day. Now we won’t get to see him again.”

“No!” You shouted, “I saw him doing things he hasn’t done yet!”

“Y/n/n,” Steve shushed, “This is a hard thing for both of us. Please stop trying to give me hope. He’s gone. That’s the end of it.”

When both of you had calmed down, Steve pulled out a little box.

“Kid?” He got your attention, “Do you remember what these are?”

“Yeah. They’re his dog tags.”

“Do you want to keep them?” He asked. You nodded in reply, and put them on. From that day forward you rarely took off your Dad’s tags.

Age 8

At school, you kept your head down, four formative years in a strict evil lab will make you very keen to follow the rules and not be noticed. Your increased strength made you afraid you would hurt someone, so you never fought back. Because of this, bullies targeted you. They were a few years older, and notorious all throughout your middle school.

One day they went a step too far by yanking your Dad’s dog tags right off your neck. The main guy, Kennith Reid, tossed them to Tyler, who tossed them to another boy. They went around and around the circle.

“Give them back.” You said evenly.

“What’re you gonna do?” Tyler asked, “Cry to your Papa? Who did you say he was, Captain America? I don’t believe it. I think you lied.”

“No.”

“Tyler,” Kennith said, catching the dog tags, “What do you think she’d do if we started breaking up this little chain?”

“Don’t.”

“Oh Kennie, is she getting mad?”

“I think so T.” Kennith said, and he broke off a few inches of the chain. You stood up, and started to take off your hoodie.

“Why are you taking off your stupid frog hoodie?” Tyler jeered.

“I don’t want to get your blood on it.” Removing your hoodie revealed how much that Hydra had influenced you. Muscles far beyond what any teenager had, much less an eight-year-old like yourself.

Wordlessly, you swung at him. It connected, hard. His nose splintered and he fell to the ground. Kennith’s pals had a split second of panic, as the blood drained from their faces in fear, but you didn’t stop. You went after every single one of them, being very careful not to injure them too badly. Kennith’s nose was the worst one.

He was the ringleader, so he deserved it.

A few moments later, they were all sufficiently beaten up, you took back your Dad’s dog tags, and knelt down next to them.

“You’re never going to pick on anyone again, understood?”

“Ye - yeah,” He hastily said, “Got it. Mhm. 100%. We won’t bully you.”

“No. You won’t bully anyone. Not me. Not Jess, not Caroline, not Xavier. None of us. Are we clear?”

“Crystal.”

Obviously, parents were called. Your Papa was probably off on some mission, although he said he’d be back today. It didn’t matter. If he wasn’t available Auntie Nat would step in. You sat on one side of the table, waiting for someone to join you. Your new principal, who had recently replaced a beloved one, sat across from you. Her name was Ms. Katz.

“Ms. Y/l/n,” Your principal said after waiting for ten minutes, “Do you know your mother’s phone number?”

“With all due respect, Ms. Katz” You said, “She’s dead.”

“Oh,” She inhaled, “I see.”

“My aunt should be joining us soon.” Right on cue Ms. Romanoff waltzed in.

“Thank you for waiting,” She began, “I came as soon as I could.”

“No problem, thank you for joining us.” Ms. Katz said, “You are here because Y/n has exhibited some concerning behavior. She repeatedly hit her peers, resulting in one receiving a broken nose.”

“That doesn’t sound like her. Have you asked her why she did it?” Nat asked.

“This school has a Zero-Tolerance Policy for physical violence or bullying of any sort, no matter the reason.” Ms. Katz replied, “So we didn’t need to ask.”

“That sounds like a recipe for more violence.” Nat said.

“We’re not here to debate policy.” Ms. Katz said, “She will be receiving a two week suspension, and I’m afraid this will go on her permanent record.”

“Oh no.” Was your deadpan response. “Can’t let anyone know I retaliated when provoked. Woe is me.”

Nat flashed you a proud smile, and continued.

“Y/n, I haven’t yet gotten to hear your perspective. I think there’s a little more to it than simply whacking a kid.”

“I don’t believe that’s a good use of our time togeth-” Ms. Katz began, and was shortly cut off.

“No,” Nat said, “Let her talk. I need to know what happened before I decide what to do.”

“I just want you to know we’re not reconsidering the suspension.”

“Fine by me. Continue, Y/n.”

“They snagged Dad’s dog tags off my neck. I told them to give them back. They didn’t. This was the final straw. For the past two years I’ve endured their teasing, and so have countless others. I didn’t beat them up just to get the tags back, I did it to win this fight, and the next ones too. Now they’ll leave me alone, and the others, too.”

“Ms. Katz,” Nat turned to your principal, “I would just like to thank you. Y/n and I will enjoy these next two weeks off. I want you to know that she will be receiving no punishment at home.”

The intercom on Ms. Katz’s desk buzzed.

“There’s someone here to see y-”

“Tell them to wait.” She cut them off, “Very well then. I also wanted to address her chronic lying.”

“Tell me more.”

“She insists her family is full of superheroes and spies.” She pulled out a drawing, “Here, she even drew this when we were supposed to be making family portraits.” The drawing was of you, Auntie Nat, your Dad, your Papa, Uncles Tony, Thor, Bruce, and Clint, the whole crew. After a pause, Auntie Nat nodded.

“This is just about right.” She smiled, “My hair used to be wavy, if that’s what you’re concerned about.”

“No,” Ms. Katz sighed, “She insists she lives with the Avengers! Don’t you see? She strings up wild stories about fighting Nazis and being frozen in a time capsule!”

“They’re true.” Nat’s phone buzzed. “And I can prove it. Tell your receptionist to let in the other visitor.”

Ms. Katz complied, the door opened, and Steve walked in. She stared agape for a moment, before regaining composure.

“That… That will be all, thank you.”

“Have you been reading Ender’s Game again?” Auntie Nat asked on the ride back to Steve’s apartment.

“Maybe…” You grinned, “Okay yeah.”

“Thought so, that speech sounded a bit familiar.”

Part two here!

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darkstar225 · 4 months

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Spider-Girl bitten more than she could chew in the field ft Natasha Romanoff

The sun dipped below the skyline of New York City, casting long shadows across the bustling streets. Y/N Parker, twin sister to the city's famed superhero Spider-Man, found a rare moment of peace on a quiet rooftop. The gentle breeze played with her hair as she gazed at the city below. Tonight, for once, it seemed like the city was at peace.

Little did she know that tranquillity was a fleeting concept in a superhero's life.

Without warning, the air trembled with a deafening crash. Y/N's head snapped towards the source of the sound. Smoke billowed in the distance, a stark contrast to the golden hues of the setting sun. Her instincts kicked in, and Spider-Girl mode was on. She swung from building to building, closing the distance to the chaos.

As Y/N arrived at the scene, the source of the disturbance became apparent... a building, once standing tall and proud, now crumbled like a house of cards. Panic and fear painted the faces of those trapped beneath the debris. Y/N's heart raced as she assessed the situation, her thoughts flashing to the countless training sessions with her brother.

She had to act fast.

The first responders were on their way, but every second counted. Y/N sprang into action, using her enhanced strength to lift beams and clear paths. The mask hid her expressions, but the grim determination was evident in every movement. Her limbs ached, but she pushed through the pain. People needed her.

Natasha Romanoff, the Black Widow, was returning from a mission abroad, completely unaware of the chaos unfolding in her city. Her mind was still focused on the shadows of her past, on the faces she couldn't erase. But as she neared New York, a strange feeling crept over her, a premonition that something was wrong.

Y/N's efforts were tireless. She saved lives, pulling people from the wreckage, offering words of reassurance when her own strength wavered. As the last survivor was pulled to safety, a sudden weakness swept over her. Fatigue settled in, and the pain she'd been suppressing surged to the forefront.

Just as her legs threatened to give way, a familiar voice cut through the chaos.

Natasha - Dorogoy! (дорогой = my dear)

Natasha Romanoff, clad in her signature black suit, stood at the edge of the disaster zone. Her eyes widened at the sight of her non-official daughter, battered and bruised, yet still standing.

Without a word, Natasha rushed forward. Y/N's world spun, and she stumbled into Natasha's waiting arms. The weight of her injuries became too much, and the edges of her vision blurred.

Natasha held her, a mix of panic and concern etched across her features. This was the Black Widow, a woman who had faced gods and monsters without flinching, now struck dumb by the sight of a wounded girl.

Natasha - Sweetheart, talk to me.

The Black Widow's voice cut through the chaos as she stroked the younger girl's cheek. Y/N managed a weak smile beneath her mask.

Y/N - Just... had a busy day at the office.

As the girl joked even if her strength was failing, Natasha could only see how much influence Tony had on the kid.

Natasha's eyes narrowed with worry as she took in the extent of Y/N's injuries. It was a rare sight, the stoic Black Widow, momentarily shaken.

Natasha - Come on, honey. Let's get you home.

Natasha said with her tone a strange mix of command and softness.

With that, Natasha scooped Y/N into her arms, carrying her away from the disaster site. The Black Widow moved with a grace that misrepresented her strength, navigating the city's rooftops with ease. Y/N rested against Natasha's shoulder, the pain momentarily forgotten in the safety of those familiar arms.

As they arrived at the Parker's apartment, which was currently empty, Natasha gently laid her down on the couch. Y/N's breathing was laboured, but Natasha's gaze never wavered.

Y/N - I've had worse...

Insisted the teenager weakly, trying to downplay her injuries.

Natasha, however, wasn't buying it. With a gentle touch, she unmasked Y/N, revealing a face that mirrored both vulnerability and resilience. Natasha's fingers traced the edges of the bruises, her eyes reflecting an unspoken worry.

Natasha - You've done enough for today, princess. You scared me.

The older woman admitted with a rare vulnerability in her voice.

Y/N managed a weak laugh.

Y/N - Me? Scare the great Black Widow? I'm really sorry but I can't abandon my duties, Nat. People need help out there.

Natasha shot her a mock glare before her expression softened.

Natasha - And who's going to help you if you push yourself to the brink? You're family, Y/N. You're not allowed to scare me like this.

Y/N's response was lost in a stifled groan as Natasha began tending to her injuries. Natasha's hands moved with a skill born of years of combat, yet there was an uncharacteristic gentleness in her touch. Y/N winced occasionally, but Natasha's soothing words and careful ministrations alleviated the pain.

As Natasha worked, her thoughts wandered to the times when Y/N was just a skinny 13-year-old, brimming with determination but lacking experience. She remembered the day she found Y/N training tirelessly in the Avengers' compound, a self-imposed regimen to keep up with her brother, Peter. Natasha had watched silently, the seeds of a unique bond planted that day.

Natasha - Now, promise me you'll take it easy. No more pushing yourself like this. *raises eyebrow*

Y/N, who was now propped up on the couch, nodded, her eyes reflecting gratitude mixed with exhaustion. Natasha remained vigilant, keeping a watchful eye on Y/N's vital signs.

The evening light bathed the room in a warm glow as Natasha sat beside Y/N, a silent sentinel in the quiet apartment. The city's chaotic symphony had dimmed to a distant murmur, allowing a rare moment of stillness. Natasha's mind, usually a labyrinth of strategies and memories, now focused solely on the girl beside her.

Y/N shifted, discomfort etched on her face. Natasha immediately tensed, ready to intervene, but Y/N's groan turned into a chuckle.

Y/N - You know... You're way better at this mom thing than I expected.

A hint of a smile touched Natasha's lips.

Natasha - I've had some practice.

She admitted as her eyes softened.

As the night deepened, Natasha found herself in a role she never imagined: comforting, caring, and, above all, worrying. The Black Widow, a figure feared by enemies and respected by allies, was navigating unfamiliar territory.

Y/N's breaths evened out, signalling the arrival of sleep's healing embrace. Natasha watched her, a mix of emotions playing across her features as she draped a blanket over Y/N, a protective gesture that went beyond the physical. As the city outside hummed with life, Natasha settled into a vigil by Y/N's side, embracing the unfamiliar warmth that came with a realization. In that moment, the Black Widow wasn't a superhero, she was a mother, fiercely protective of her own daughter.

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The Chronicles of Chaos and Cuddles: Mama! (Requested)

"Mama! Mama!" You yelled, running (if one would call it that) through the apartment on your tiny legs.

Natasha peeked her head out of the kitchen, "What is it, baby?" She asked, putting her mug down and kneeling down in front of you, ready to scoop you up.

"Mama." You said again, looking around.

"I'm right here, detka." Natasha said, clearly confused as she watched you looking around.

"Noooo, mama!" You yelled again, stomping your little foot on the ground.

"What's all this ruckus about?" Wanda asked, appearing in the hallway.

"MAMA!" You yelled happily, running towards the witch.

Wanda, equally as confused as Natasha, scooped you up into her arms, "But I'm mommy, aren't I?" She asked.

You simply shrugged and chewed on the collar of her shirt, happy to be in her arms.

"Looks like the little one got our "names" mixed up." Natasha chuckled and kissed your forehead.

Despite the mix up, your little giggles filled the room. Your tiny body was nestled between your mothers, happy to have them around you whenever you needed them.

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doudouneverte · 1 year

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Back to Home | Chapter Three: Impossible

*GIF not mine*

Summary: While on Earth 717, they start to plan an operation to get you back; on Earth 616, everyone want to know who you are but, you just want to go home and for this, you'll have to ask the help of one of the last person you want to see right now.

Pairing in this chapter: Natasha Romanoff x Teen!Reader; Avenger x Teen!Reader; Doctor Strange x Teen!Reader; America Chavez x Teen!Reader; Peter Parker x Teen!Reader; (variant)WandaNat & family

chapter two | serie masterlist | chapter four

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Okay it was the only thing you did want to deal with. You just looked at them for a moment, you needed to think about a name right now. "Uh...Scarlet." you replied more like a question. They clearly doubted that but it's not like you could tell them who you were. Right now you just needed to not bring more questions and quickly came back in the future.

At your reply, Natasha scoffed and you looked at her with a sad look. The last argument you had with your moms was still recent in your mind but she didn't have to know that, at least not yet.

"Scarlet hum? Like the Scarlet Wi-" Sam tried to ask but you cut him off.

"No, definitely no. It's Scarlet like Scarlet Widow." you said proudly and everyone looked at you confused.

"Widow? Like the Black Widow?" Bucky asked and you sighed.

"No. Like the Scarlet Widow." you reply harshly.

"Okay, okay. Miss, Scarlet what do you want?" Strange asked, visibly annoyed by your interaction with the two men.

"I want to go back home." you replied.

"And where are you from?" he asked.

"Really far from here." Nobody seemed convinced.

"And where did you find this?" Natasha spoke for the first time and showed you your widow's bites.

"Oh thank God, you found them. Morgan would kill me if I lost them." you replied and the two teens chuckled at your attitude.

"You know it's not something a kid should have." Tony said and you rolled your eyes.

"I'm 18, so, technically I'm not a kid anymore and I have used this for nearly three years now so yeah how dangerous they could be." you said looking at the red headed when you finished your sentence.

"But they didn't work." Natasha said

"Yeah I know that's why I'm here. I need to repair them even if I don't really know how. I need to send a signal to the....to my team and to let them know I'm alright." you said and tried to be the most convincing possible.

"But we have some questions before." Steve said and you rolled your eyes.

"Birthday?" the Russian asked but you didn't reply. You can't tell them you were technically born aly six years ago. "Okay you don't want to reply." she sighed. "Parent's name?" she asked. You just stare at her but you didn't said anything. "Okay, another question. Why do you have the same power as Wanda Maximoff?" she asked.

You played with your fingers and when they think you'll finally reply you wiped their hope. "Can I talk to my lawyer?" you asked and they all exchanged a look.

Tony grabbed a phone and looked at you "Who are they?" he asked and you bit your cheek.

"Clint Barton." you replied and they were all confused. "You know Hawkeye, the Avengers" you added and that didn't make disappear their surprise.

Okay even in your univers Clint didn't really learnt anything about laws but if there is one person you wanted to confess anything it was him. Morgan is only 6 years old in 2024; your aunts are very good friends but you knew they couldn't really keep this to themself and for your uncle it's sure he could talk with your mom so he was the safe option.

Natasha just glared at you, it was clear that she couldn't trust you; she didn't say anything and just left quickly followed by the winter soldier. "Did I say something wrong?" you asked Peter.

"Honestly I don't know. She seems a little upset but I think she will call him." he replied.

"Oh okay, but why did the Snowman soldier follow her?" you asked and Amercia chuckled at the shity nickname.

"I'm not sure but everyone says there is something between them." Peter whispered and you frowned your eyebrows. Yeah of course your mom is good friends with Bucky but she's married to a certain Sokovian witch, right? The boy noticed your face and added in a whisper "You know they are a thing. Like they date each other."

"What??!" you yelled and the adults stopped their conversation to look at you. "No it's impossible. Are you sure about that?" you asked a little quietly.

"Yeah it's like everywhere on the internet." he replied casually.

"But it's impossible I need to...I mean I ship her with Wanda." you corrected yourself and ignored America who raised her eyebrows to you.

"Sorry not sorry. I think you missed a lot of things because right now I don't think it could have anything between her and Wanda." he said and when you wanted to ask why Natasha came back.

Everyone looked at her but she focused her gaze on you and it remembered you all the time she was about to ground you. "He will be here tomorrow." she informed you and you nodded. "We will let see you tomorrow. Steve will bring you your lunch later." she said and left.

“So I think we can go back from where we came too.” Strange added.

“No!” you stopped him. “Actually I’ll need your help to go back to my home.” you informed him.

“And what makes you think I will want to help a perfect stranger who I don’t know her name?” he asked you.

“Because…you’re an avenger and the Avengers help the ones who need it.” you said. “And also because you’re one of the most powerful users of magic here, and I’m pretty sure my problem needs magic.” you added.

“I’m the supreme sorcerer, I’m not ‘one of the most powerful magic users here’. I’m the most powerful.” he explained and you rolled your eyes.

“Okay if you want but I think you forgot Wanda. She can alternate reality and she’s like the most powerful witch in this world, even if I’m the second one.” you said and America flinched a little. The action was unnoticed by everyone in the room except you but you didn’t find the need to ask her about that.

“Yeah, but I don’t think she would be able to help you for a moment.” the sorcerer said before leaving with the two teens before you could reply.

In the afternoon Steve came back to the kitchen with an empty plate. "She didn't say anything, I think she doesn't want to talk to anyone except Clint." he said and Natasha just nodded.

"Do you think it's a good idea to let her speak with Clint? She didn't look like someone we can trust." Sam asked.

"I don't trust her." the Russian said and Bucky looked at her confused. "I don't know why she wants to talk to Clint but she's silly if she thinks he will not tell me what she wants to keep hidden from us." she explained.

Tony came just after and throw your widow's bite on the redhead's laps she looked confused. "Look at them" she looked at them and then at the billionaire again. "More carefully." he said and she inspected them. She was about to give up until she found it, a little 'Stark Industrie' logo.

"But how?" she asked and Tony took back the weapons.

"I don't know but I think it's not the last secret this little thing hides." he said and went back to his lab.

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[Earth 717 - the Tower]

Tony was zoning out in the kitchen with a coffee cup in his hand, neither him or his daughter had a proper night. He was too far in his mind to hear the footsteps, he came back to reality when he felt a hand on his shoulder. "Hey Tony, are you alright?" Steve asked.

The billionaire placed the cup on the kitchen counter, "Honestly no" he admitted "I don't know what to do. We try anything Steve, we search in the multiverse. We used the power of America to help us but nothing worked." he said.

"I think you should try to sleep, after a good nap you will try again and we will help you." the super soldier saif and gave him a reassuring smile and led him in a bedroom.

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In your tower’s bedroom Morgan was here with Ava, your other best friend, she told her everything.

"Wait hold on, you are telling me that the most reckless person we know is lost somewhere in the multiverse?" Ava asked and Morgan nodded, "wow, it's the most Y/n-ish thing she ever did" she joked and the little Stark laughed. "But how are you? You don't look good so I think you stayed up all night with your dad to find a soluce."

"Yeah but it's more complicated than we thought."

"I don't even want to try to imagine all you did."

"We did a lot of things but it doesn't really matter we didn't find her."

"Hey don't say that you'll find her, like you always did. And she can't miss the gender reveal party, I'm sure she'll come back soon."

"Talking about that, how is my little buddy?"

"They are pretty good but I think I'm not ready for the next few months."

"Don't worry we will be here, like always."

'Ava was in front of your door, she was nervous but after five more minutes she knocked on the door. She didn't have to wait too long before Wanda opened the door.

"Hey Ava how are you?" she asked and your best friend almost cried at the question.

"Very good and you aunty Wanda?" she replied and even if your mom sensed it was a lie she didn't push her.

"Very well thank you. Y/n and Morgan are in her bedroom." she said and took a step aside to let the teenager in. Ava thanks her and after quickly greeting Natasha she rushed to your bedroom; she didn't knock and just enter and close the door quickly behind her.

You were playing Mario Kart with Morgan, you sprained your ankle at your last mission so you can't really go out. Your other best friend sat on the bed and you paused the game to look at her; she texted you two hours earlier to let you know she had to talk to you and Morgan and that's why everyone was there.

"Girls I fucked up" she started and the two of you exchange a concern look.

"Did you crash your mom's car? Don't worry my dad can get you a new." Morgan said but the other girl shook her head.

"Did you burn your house? It's okay, I'm sure my mama can reverse the thing." you said but she shook her head again.

"Okay now you start to worry us. What's happen?" Morgan asked. Ava took a deep breath and tears almost fell on her cheeks.

"Guys, I'm pregnant." she announced and she would look at your two faces if she was not too anxious about the news.

"You're WHAT?" you both yelled, in the living room Natasha looked at Wanda a little confused, her wife sensed you were shocked, happy and worried at the same time but she didn't know why. "From who? Since when? And most importantly does your mom know?" you asked her together.

"From Marcus of course, you know I'd never cheat on him. I've known about it since yesterday. And yes my mom knows, she's actually the one who encouraged me to tell you." she replied and you smiled.

"It's awesome Ava you always wanted to be a mom." you said and you hugged her tightly but you pulled back she was crying.

"Hey baby girl, what's wrong?" Morgan asked her.

"My mom was happy, she said she will help me. But him..." she couldn't finish her answer before she cried again.

"What did he say?" Morgan asked.

"He said he doesn't want to have a kid now and he broke up with me." she said.

"Honestly I understand him." You said "It's not easy to raise a child even more when we are only 18 but don't worry we will be here with you and I'm sure my moms would be more than happy to help you." you explained and she finally smiled.

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You came back from Ava's first echography. The three of you were excited when you opened the door of your home. You quickly went to the kitchen with your friend where your moms were.

"Hi moms" you said and they looked at you.

"Hi girls, you seemed excited" Wanda said and Ava nodded.

"Mama, do you still have the book on pregnancy?" you asked and Natasha choked on her coffee. "That's not for me." you reassured them.

The Russian scanned your friend and lent her gaze on Ava who just waved shyly. "Wait no. Not you." Natasha said and Wanda looked at your friend confused.

"Yes it's me. I'm pregnant" she said and your moms started to cry and gave her a group hug.

"But how? I remember the first time Y/n brought you here after school. You were so tiny, you were a baby and now…" Wanda said and Morgan and you laughed at her attitude. Your moms cried, they saw Ava like her daughter too like Morgan or your cousin Luna.

"Time flies aunty Wanda" she replied and everybody laughed.'

Morgan yawned and Ava brought back to reality, "You need to sleep, I'll be here with you don't worry." she said and the young Stark nodded before she laid on your bed and started to sleep.

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[Earth 616 - Tower, the next day]

"Miss Scarlet, Mr, Barton is here." Friday said. You were watching a series after you convinced Tony to let you have a Netflix account. When you turned your head you saw Clint and Natasha, they both had a silent discussion before the man looked at you. He didn't make you wait and open the door to enter, the redhead was just behind him.

He sat in front of you and you just looked at Nat to wait until she left but she didn't. Fortunately for you the archer seemed to understand. "I think I heard Tiny said he would need your help with something" he said to his best friend and she finally seemed to notice and leave. "So, hi, I'm CLint but it seems you already know that." he said and you nodded. "So who are you?"

You took a deep breath and looked at him. "Okay, I know what I'm about to say would be weird but I need you to trust me." you said and he frowned his eyebrows. "You're the only one who can help me and keep my secret safe until I'm back home."

"And what tell you I would not tell you anything?" he asked.

"Because you're Clint Barton, I know exactly what you're capable of and I know you'll never tell what I'll tell you." you replied.

"You seem to trust me a lot but I don't know you."

"That's because my moms do."

"Your moms?"

"Yeah, you're the first who trusted them and allowed them to try to have a better life and change who they were." you declared but he didn't reply. "Okay, I'm Y/n Maximoff-Romanoff, and my moms are Natasha Romanoff and Wanda Maximoff." you said and his jaw dropped.

"But how can you? Natasha..."

"Can't have babies, I know. It's Wanda who carried me." you explained.

"But why do you tell me this? Why not Natasha or Wanda?" he asked.

"Oh I don't know because it seems a little weird to appear from nowhere and suddenly say 'Hey, I'm your daughter from the future. I don't know why I'm here but I can't go back home. Oh and I love your hair cut by the way.' See, it seems weird." you explained.

"Wait, you're from the future?" he asked.

"Yes, how do you think I could be so old when my mom only met 12 years ago?" you replied.

"You really talk like a Romanoff." he said and you smiled.

"Thanks, I think it's one of the best things someone said to me." you replied honestly.

"But now I start to think, how could I help you?"

"I just need you to fix my widow's bite and send a signal to Morgan." you replied.

"I stop you kid, I'm not the best with technology. And wait Nat let you use widow's bite?" he asked, visibly shocked.

"Technically, she didn't let me but I'm the scarlet widow and a widow without a widow's bite it's weird." you replied.

"Scarlet Widow?" he raised his eyebrow.

"Yeah because of my magic" you replied.

"Not because of something else?"

"Why do everyone think I chose this because of my mom?"

“Because you have the same habit of playing with your hands when you’re nervous,” he pointed at your hands. Honestly you didn’t realize you were nervous until her said it. “But what tell you Natasha didn’t put a mic on me?” he asked.

“Would you let her if she asked you?” he seemed to think about it before he shook his head. “See? Now I need your help, I’ll explain what to do.” you started but he cut you off.

“Sorry but you know that they can record us with Friday?” he asked but you smirked

“I’m the best friend of the little genius Morgan Stark, I know how to hack Friday easily.” you said proudly.

“Okay you’re really Nat’s daughter.” he said and you laughed. After twenty big minutes he finally accepted to keep your secret and help but with the condition to tell him all you know about the future partners of Lila, just to be prepared.

But when he made his way to the lab he was greeted by the last person who could possibly be there. “Oh Wanda, it’s a surprise to see you here.” he said. The Sokovian turned around at his voice, she seemed very tired and sad but she was like that since the incident with America.

“Hi Clint, uh- yeah, Fury sent me someone to tell me that the Avenger wanted to talk with me.” she said but didn’t make eye contact with the archer.

“It’s…nice to see you again…I suppose.” he said, clearly unsure if that was a good or a bad news.

“Oh you don’t have to act like this, I’ll just talk with them and go away as soon as possible.”

“Uh, I think you should be stay a little I mean you should have a lot to say with anyone…I really want to stay but I have something to do so, see you later.” he said and run in the lab before she could reply

In the Lab Clint saw Natasha and Tony, they were talking about something and he wasn’t focus on the conversation when he saw this. Your widow’s bites were on the table in front of the duo and according to the billionaire's face, it was something that even him couldn’t understand.

“Does anyone know why Wanda is here?” Barton said and gained the attention of his two teammates.

“Steve wants to recruit her back and according to Fury, I’m not qualified enough to oppose. And that even if that means to let a woman who attempted to kill a little girl in my tower.” he explained and the Russian sighed.

“Don’t listen to him; she’s here because we need her for any potential new menace.” she replied.

“You act like that because you don’t have children, Romanoff, but I’m pretty excited to know how you’ll act when she would harm your little copycat. Talking about her, what did she tell you?”

“She just said she needs our help to go back to her home. I think we can try to help her, she didn’t look like a threat or anything.” Clint explained and Natasha looked at him suspiciously. “And what is it?” he asked, pointing the device on the table.

“A little from our little guest.” Tony said, and Nat rolled her eyes. “I don’t know who did this but it’s a genius. There are a lot of gadgets in only one.” he added.

“Can I see it?” the archer said and took them before they could reply. He examined the thing while remembering what you said about how to send a signal discreetly. “And what is this button?” he asked, pushing it.

“I don’t know but it seems that nothing works.” Natasha said and her best friend hummed before he put your weapons down and took a step away.

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[Earth 717]

Wanda was sitting on the couch in the living room, she stared at the window. The sun started to set again and you were not here. She came out for her trance when she heard footsteps behind her, she turned round to meet the green eyes she loved so much. Natasha didn’t say anything, she just sat beside her wife and took her in her arms. It was always like this, when the Sokovian felt sad, empty or both; her wife would just hold her tight to remind her that she was not alone. They never end this habit even after your birth and when you were the reason she felt like this.

There was a comfy silence until Morgan entered the room visibly in a rush. “We have a signal.” she said and your moms didn’t wait before following her in her lab. “It’s not a big one so we think she sent it in a while now.” the young Stark explained when they were in the Lab with everyone.

“Like we excepted the signal don’t come from anywhere in our universe, but I traced it and I found the location.” Tony said while the screen showed a lot of earth planets until it stopped on one of them, he zoomed and a signal appeared on the screen. “Universe 616, I’ll do some research to know where exactly it’s from.”

The room was drowned in the silence and noise of the keyboard until they stopped. “Got this.” he said and everyone looked at the screen. “New York, from what seems to be the rest of an Avengers’ tower.” he explained.

“I can go now.” America said.

“No, we come with you.” Wanda said.

“Wanda, you retired from a while now you should let them go.” Tony said but the Sokovian didn’t change her mind.

“It’s my baby so, of course we come. I don’t want to hear anything, I should be there to protect her the first time.” she said and nobody wanted to argue. After she materialized her and Nat's suit, America opened a portal and they crossed it.

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[Earth 616, 2036]

On the other side of the portal, the three were ready to fight anyone who would face them but fortunately or unfortunately, there was nobody.

“Are you sure we’re in the right place Amrica, because it doesn’t seem to have a soul?” Natasha said while looking everywhere for a sign of you.

“Yeah, I came here a while ago but it was a decade prior.” she said and the woman nodded.

“I think we should split up to find her.” the red head proposed but she was quickly stopped by her wife.

“No, it’s not right.” Wanda said and the two other women looked at her.

“What’s happening Wanda?” the younger asked.

“She’s not here.” your mama whispered. “I can’t feel her, she’s not here.” she repeated louder.

“Hey honey, it’s okay, maybe it’s just because we’re in another universe so your powers don’t work.” Natasha tried to reassure her wife (or herself). “Let’s try to search a little.” she proposed and even if Wanda didn’t think it was a good idea she couldn't say ‘no’ when her wife looked so desperate.

Unfortunately for them after three hours of research and a world tour for Wanda in this universers they couldn’t find you. “I think we should go back now. We will tell Morgan to affinate her research the next time.” America proposed and even if they didn’t want to, your moms just nodded and after crossing another portal they were back home.

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[Earth 717]

When they came back everyone was expecting to see you but when they saw their faces, they knew.

“It’s impossible.” Morgan said before felling apart. You were not back, not yet.

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Avenger Birthday Bash

Natasha x daughter!reader

Summary: Natasha's daughter isn't the fondest of her mom's new girlfriend. BIRTHDAY PARTY

Warnings: fluffy, remembering past.

Extra Pairings:

Bruce Banner x Platonic!reader

Natasha x Maria Hill

Not my gifs*

“I think I owe her that at least.”

“I’ll start planning!”

“No, no I am not letting you plan any part of this!”

“It’ll be lovely.” Maria kissed her girlfriend good bye and left Natasha speechless.

“Mom…?” You emphasized dramatically down the corridors of the Avengers compound. “Mom-” you turned a corner, almost bumping into, well, Maria Hill. Your mom’s girlfriend, who you liked and the relationship wasn’t new to you so it wasn’t as awkward as it use to be around her. “Hey, Miss Hill,” Except for that. That made things unnecessarily awkward. “Have you seen my mom?”

“Hello, Y/n, yes she is up in the kitchen.” The moment being stretched out by neither of you moving away to continue down your separate paths. You didn't have anything else to say, but the second you started to move she stuttered saying, “Hey- So- Y/n,” You turned back to her, “ You excited for your birthday?”

“Yeah I am, thanks.” And with that you were gone.

Before Maria and Natasha had become “a thing” you would joke around with the commander when going on mission or seeing her around the compound. So now that the demeanor between the both of you is very different, neither of you knows how to get back to normal. You hadn’t thought about it for too long at one time.

Her and mom might not even last, so what does it matter.

“Happy birthday, pretty girl!” Natasha kissed your cheek as you woke up to her voice. “Look whos awake,” You breathed in and rolled into her arms. “Hu- Hi my sweets, are you hungry. Wanda made your favorite.” Instantly smiling, you bring your mom into a hug.

“Thank you, thank you, mama.”

“Your welcome,” she kissed your forehead, “Tell your aunt the same.”

“Mhm.”

“I’ll see you down there?”

“Yes.”

“Happy birthday Y/n!” Wanda exclaimed as you walked in the kitchen, Sam and Bucky joining in, in wishing you a good birthday. Even Thor hoped your birthday would be godly. You ate and thanked your aunt for the food, then set out to find your mother for your birthday party. You walked down the halls in search of the distant music, or bumping into bruce racing to get to your party before you could find it. While all you found was Natasha comforting her girlfriend of your presence.

“Hasn’t been so long.”

“It’s been long enough.”

“She’ll come around.

“I don’t know, Nat. She-”

“Look at me, Maria. I will have a chat with my daughter about this. Y/n, likes you, I know she does. I guess this is just still new to her.” You had heard enough, and was walking away, trying to take extra long to “find” the party itself, as it seemed they needed a minute. Thus, when walking down halls feeling guilty and having an accused look on your face, of course it was Bruce to find you. He couldn’t really tell what you were feeling, but knew it had a sort of weight to it.

“You find the extravaganza, yet, kid?” He tried a smile and you returned it, softly.

“Not yet, but by the way your headed, it seems I’m going the wrong direction.”

“Maybe,” You knew you were, but Bruce didn’t, “maybe not.” A light beat passed before he went on. “Walk with me?” He started walking and you kept up with him at his right side.

“You make anything for the party?” You asked, as Bruce and Tony usually teamed up to make you a cool invention each year.

“You’ll have to wait and see.” You groaned, wanting him to just tell you.

“Come on-”

“I am not saying a word, Y/n.”

“Alright, fine. Bruce, can I ask your opinion.”

“Sure.”

“What do you think about mom and Maria?” Bruce’s eyes furrowed, as he walked on. He wasn’t sure. He hadn’t thought to much on the idea.

“Well, their dating.”

“Everyone knows that, fool. Do you think they are gonna last?” Contemplating your words, he turns to you.

“I can’t answer that, all I know is that they are a good couple right now, how am I supposed to know if they will be in a year, or 10 years. I am not sure if Natasha can even answer that one for you, kid.” He finished and saw the expression on your face, then putting am arm around your shoulders, forcing you to move with him. “Lets go have a great party, okay?’

“Yeah, okay.”

“It is your Birthday, after all!”

Walking into the party, where everyone and everything was setting up to look like an extravagant birthday card, you smiled at your family’s hard work..

“HAPPY BIRTHDAY Y/N!!” They all shouted at somewhat of the same time. You cut the cake, and opened presents, Natasha took your picture with all the family behind you, Thor picked you up in a tight but loving hug, Tony helped you blow out your candles, calling you old and Bruce showed you the invention he and Tony had worked on. A new suit, just for you.

“MOM! TONY AND BRUCE GOT ME A NEW SUIT.” You shouted across the room. Natasha saw how excited you were, and so decided she would yell at the men later, about the safety of her daughter. Right now was her birthday.

“That’s wonderful! You’ll have to wear it to training.”

Once the late afternoon had started, there was no stopping it or Avengers becoming tired from all the birthday happenings. And while laying on the couch with your mom, watching some show, you turned to her and asked about Maria and her, letting her know about the awkward situation that had gone on earlier.

“Maria isn’t going anywhere, sweetheart.” Your eyes wandered towards commander Hill.

“But what about me?

“What about you, baby?

“I don’t know, when are we gonna hang out? Ever?” Natasha’s eyes fluttered, not realizing what you had been feeling.

“We will hang out all the time. She could never take me away from you baby, okay?” You just nod, and go in for a hug. “Come on, babe, lets go celebrate my little widow.”

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