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Any Day Now

Part 20 of On The Inside With Elizabeth Olsen

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Scarlett POV

I don't know what's poking me, but it better stop.

"Mommy, can you wake up?"

I roll my eyes from beneath my closed eyelids. "Five more minutes Rosie," I mumble to my offspring before turning away from where I was being poked.

"But Colin, told me to get you up, so you have to get up!"

I'm going to kill Colin when I see him.

"Baby, please, five more minutes." I groan to an already annoying six-year-old. I love this child to death, but I enjoy my sleep a bit more at this moment. I hear silence from behind me before the shuffling of small feet, and then WHAM! Rose jumps right next to me on the bed, causing the mattress to droop down next to me, waking me up even more.

I open my eyes to see Rose looking back at me with a wide smile.

"Did you think this would get mommy up?" I ask with a smirk before closing my eyes. I hear a sigh come from Rose.

"Please, mommy, get up!" Rose huffs and pulls herself up to her knees before she starts jumping up and down on the bed. "Mommy!" Rose starts raising her voice, and you know what? I'm up now. This child did it. I'm annoyed and awake. I open my eyes and playfully grab a giggling Rose, bringing her down onto the bed.

"Mommy's up! You happy now?" Rose is in the midst of a laughing fit. "Sooooo happy!" "Well, how about now!" I ask as I start to tickle my daughter's side, making her fit of laughter grow louder and harder.

It's not long till my daughter is begging for mercy which I guess I'll give her.

Whatever.

Anyways I'm now, like, actually up and moving to my bathroom while my sweet Rose follows me. "Rose, you don't have to follow me and watch me pee." "I know, but Colin told me to make sure you get up and do all your morning stuff. He didn't say stuff, but I don't remember the word he said."

Rose kindly informs me, so with a smile on my face, I finish peeing before moving on to my morning routine while Rose watches me eagerly.

Once that's all done, I debate changing out of my nightwear, but I can feel Rose's patience is wearing thin, so I get a move on.

Just as we're about to step out the bedroom door, Rose has her arms around my legs. "Happy Mother's day, Mommy!" She beams at me.

Oh shit. It is Mother's Day! Why in the hell am I not being served breakfast in bed? Before I can let these essential questions weigh my mind down, Rose is tugging at my hand to usher us out the door, so we can see what my husband has been cooking up.

And yes, I don't want to kill him now. I just enjoy my sleep. Sue me!

As we reach the bottom of the stairs, Rose is off and racing to the kitchen to inform Colin of the great job she did in getting me up. I smile at my little offspring as she not so discreetly, runs past some red balloons. I laugh as I look around the foyer to see if there is anything I missed.

As I scan the area, my eyes land on a pair of heels left at the front door. Until now, I didn't even remember that those two spent the night. Hell, I don't even think they know they spent the night here. Maybe forcing wine down their throats wasn't the best idea. Is this why Colin wanted me up? So I could wake up the sleeping beauties? I look back up the stairs before calling out to the two awake people in the house.

"Rosie. Colin. I left something upstairs." I couldn't quite make out was Rose said, but it sure made Colin laugh. "Okay, babe!"

I make my way up the stairs and stop at the closed guest bedroom door. I knock a couple of times gently, earning no response. I don't want to barge, but if I'm up, they need to get up! And it's my house! "Okay," I say quietly to myself. "Please don't be naked. Don't be naked."

I turn the door handle and push the door open. Luckily the window curtain is pushed apart slightly, so it's letting some sunlight in, making the room not as dark as it could be.

As I step into the room, I smile at the sight before me.

It's Y/N flat on her back with Lizzie nuzzled into her neck. They both have their arms wrapped around one another, holding each other. It's cute, and the closer I get, I see the biggest smile on Lizzie's sleeping face.

They're not naked, but I notice they're wearing my clothes. I knew Lizzie went into my room last night!

Time to wake them up.

Y/N POV

I don't know what's poking me, but it better stop.

"Y/N, you wanna wake up?"

I groan and turn my face away from whatever is calling to me. "Five more minutes," I mumble before hearing the person huff and followed by silence.

Good.

Just as I'm about to doze back off, I hear some feet shuffling before the person sounds like they're next to me. Ugh. God, who do they think they are trying to wake me right now?

And then, I feel a breath of air hit my ears before a raspy voice begins talking to me.

"Y/N, if you wake up right now, I can show you alllll the ways Black Widow is better than your little witch." Before my tired mind can even respond, I feel a soft hand brush its fingers down my cheek, making my eyes shoot open.

Oh, fuck, it's Black Widow- uh- I mean Natasha, no, shit, I mean- Scarlett! And she's inches from my face! Am I dreaming?

I visibly gulp at the sight of her smirk as her green eyes look from my own to my lips. Suddenly she's moving closer before she turns her head and has her red lips next to my ear again.

"You look so cute when you blush for me, Y/N. I'd like to see that happen more often." She practically moans into my ear in her raspy whisper fuck me of a voice.

And then suddenly, she's up on both her feet clapping As loud as possible, "get up! Get up! Get up!"

What is wrong with this woman??

Wait? Am I still drunk? What is that? No way!

Is Scarlett pregnant? How did I miss that last night?

"Scarlett, shut the fuck up!" My sweet Lizard draws my shocked face away from Scarlett to her as she yells in her sexy morning voice! "I have the world's worst headache, and I don't want to get up to kill you!" My Liz turns away from me and flops her head hard into her pillow.

"She really is a pillow princess, huh?" Scarlett teases as she gives me that world-famous smirk once more.

She is playing with fire right now.

And then WHOOSH! A pillow comes flying past me towards Scarlett, but luckily the pregnant woman's reflexes are quicker than mine as she catches the pillow with ease, earning a whine from Liz.

"No fair!" I turn back to a pouting Liz. "You can't just wake us up and not get hit?" Scarlett just shrugs at her. "Too bad. Now get your asses up. We got breakfast, Advil, and a six-year-old waiting!" Scarlett crosses her arms, waiting for us to get a move on. "How are you so awake right now?" I groan out as Liz takes my hand in hers and rests her head on my shoulder. "You have said six-year-old to thank for that. Now chop-chop." Scarlett demands. Pillow still in hand. Very threatening.

I'm still a little stunned by how I was woken up and the fact that I'm in Scarlett Johanssons' house that I feel myself painfully not moving. I turn to see Liz smile at me with tired eyes before she whispers. "The quicker we get up, the quicker she's gone. And then we can get our kisses in." I smile and manage to convince my legs to move up and out of the bed, satisfying Scarlett.

"Good! Alright, the guest bathroom is down the hall. Lizzie, you know where. Be quick, guys. I'll see you downstairs." Scarlett says before tossing the pillow back into the bed, leaving Lizzie and I alone.

Liz immediately flips back onto the bed with her arms wide open. It's the quiet and most obvious signal in the world, and so far, I have yet not to give in. I jump into my girlfriends arms and let my body rest on hers as she squeezes her arms around me.

"I want to stay like this forever," Liz says as I feel her lips press onto my cheeks. "Me too, baby." And so we lay like that, not forever but for enough time to pass that I feel Liz's breathing start to slow, meaning she's falling asleep again.

"Liz?" I whisper, hoping she's not too far dozed off. "Liz? Baby?" She moves under me, nuzzling her head into my neck even more. "I don't wanna." She whines, causing my heart to warm up and break at the same time. "I think we have to. Come on." I kiss the top of her head and go to get up, but she quickly wraps her legs around mine, pulling me back onto her.

"Liz, as much as I love this and would love to keep doing this, Scarlett and her daughter are waiting for us." My Lizard slowly unwraps her legs from behind me, allowing me to lift myself off of her and take in the beauty of my girlfriend. How does she look ethereal at all times? We just woke up, and she could walk a runway. Unfair. "Something caught your eye?" At the sound of her voice, my eyes travel back to hers.

"You. Always you." I reply before I bring my lips to her own. Liz smiles and lets out a small laugh on my lips. "I'm so lucky." She husks out, leaving a confused look on my face because that's me. I'm the lucky one. But before I can say anything, Liz is pushing up into me, causing me to get off her fully. "Alright, let's get down there?" Liz says as she opens the bedroom door.

"Oh wait!" She stops and turns around to face me. She grabs the collar of Scarlett's graphic shirt that I'm wearing, pulling me into a kiss that quickly trails down to my collarbone.

Once again, Liz is marking what's hers.

I would protest, but I enjoy this too much.

Sue me!

Once Liz's lips leave my skin, the cool air rushes over the fresh red she left behind. I look down at the mark before looking at the lustful eyes of my girlfriend. I feel my cheeks start to burn, causing a satisfied smirk to form on Liz's face. We're now in this moment, and I don't know what to do, but I don't want to leave.

Liz must actually read minds because she's walking up to me, placing her hands on my hips, rubbing up and down. "You look cuter when you blush for me." My eyes go wide as Liz turns on her heels and walks out the bedroom door.

She heard?! How!?

By the time I poke my head out the door, I see Liz happily bouncing down the stairs. I want to chase her down, but my morning bladder has another idea. So after locating the bathroom, peeing, looking over my hickey, and freshening myself up, I make my way out of the bathroom and down the stairs. I was surprised to see Liz waiting for me at the last step.

"Any day now Y/N!" "Why were you waiting?" "Because I wanted you to see this first hand!" Before I can question what she means, she's dragging me towards the sound of a child laughing and Scarlett pretending to be a dinosaur.

Liz POV

As we round the corner to the kitchen, I let my hand drop from Y/N's so I can have both hands to surprise my little Rosie. Colin clocks me and nods my way as I make my way toward the two giggling blondes. Colin also looks toward Y/N and gestures for her to sit next to him at the kitchen island. I see Y/N knock back some Advil and water as the taller blonde notices me sneaking and crouches in front of her daughter.

"Rose-" "I'm not Rose right now. I'm Dino-Rose!" Scarlett puts a hand on her head. "You're right, Dino-Rose how could I forget! But can Dino-Rose listen to me?" Rose stops swinging her arms and pouts. "Am I in trouble?" Scarlett shakes her head at her dramatic daughter. "Not at all, sweetie. I want to talk to you. So you know how Mommy went out with some friends last night, and you stayed with grandma?"

Rose nods her head. "Well, Mommy's friends stayed here last night!" Rose tilts her head at her mom. "Are they living here now?" Even that earns a chuckle from Colin, who's been watching this whole interaction with heart eyes for his girls. Scarlett takes her time to reassure Rose that, no, her friends are not moving in.

"Good, because I didn't want to share my toys yet.." Scarlett looks up from Rose and to me. Signaling that now might be a good opportunity to jump in.

"You wouldn't even share with me?" I pipe up, causing Rose to whip her head so fast in my direction. "Aunty Lizzie!" Suddenly I have a six-year-old sprinting at me, and my only choice is to accept whatever comes next.

A hug. That's what comes next. Rose ran to me at full speed before coming to a full-blown stop with arms stretched out and puppy dog eyes. So, of course, I gave in and let her give me the world's biggest and greatest hug!

We're currently sitting on the floor as she keeps a squeeze on me and keeps telling me how much she missed me and how much she loves Wanda, much to her mom's distaste.

I kiss the top of Rose's head after she's had enough hug time and hips off me. I pull myself up and dart my eyes toward my smiling girlfriend. "What?" She shakes her head at me and mouthes, "you're perfect." Which makes a quick blush form on my face. Rose has now returned to her mom and is demanding why she didn't know Aunty Lizzie was here! Scarlett is doing her best, but Rose is putting up a good fight.

Rose has now come back to me and is asking to be held. "Rose, last time I did this, you said you were a big girl and didn't want it." "Please, Aunty Lizzie, it's been so long." I roll my eyes before scooping the little one up. She's not a million pounds or anything, but I'm glad Marvel makes me do some sort of workout. "Happy?" Rose simply nods before she furrows her brows.

"What is it, Rosie?"

"Is Uncle Robbie here too?"

With that question, the room freezes. Kids huh?

I take it with all the excitement and Dino time. Rose hasn't even had time to notice Y/N. Shit. I glance my eyes towards Scarlett, who has an apologetic look.

"Uh- No, Rose, he's not here, but I did bring someone with me?" She looks disappointed but interested. I move my body, so Rose can look in Y/N's direction. I can see Y/N internally struggling on how to handle this situation. However, before Y/N can even greet Rose, the little one moves her head away and into my neck. I look to Y/N's eyes, and it's like I can see her heart become fragile. I then look to Scarlett, who is just waiting with bated breath. She has walked towards my Coffee Girl for support but hasn't said anything. Thankfully Colin speaks up.

"Rose, it's okay." He gets up from his seat at the kitchen island and walks towards Rose and me. He crouches down in front of us so he can look up to Rose as opposed to down at her.

"Rose. Remember I was new once too?" He offers only gaining the movement of Rose's head. "It's okay to be shy, but just know your mom and Aunty Lizzie will never put you around someone they don't trust or love." Colin looks to me and gives me a tight smile. He's really trying with Rose right now.

"Rose, do you wanna come down, and we can go say hi to Y/N together?" Rose shakes her head no. Colin thinks."Do you want Aunty Lizzie to take you?" Rose turns her head to look at Colin before shaking it yes. "Okay." He nods before bringing himself off the floor. I mouth a thank you before walking towards Y/N.

Y/N has silently moved from the kitchen island to next to it, making it easier for all of us. I start making my way towards Y/N while Rose looks at her with such intensity. I don't know why I'm so nervous. Rose isn't my daughter. Maybe a tiny part of my brain wants Rose to like Y/N more than Robbie? It sounds messed up but is it true?

After what felt like forever, we're standing before my girlfriend. She isn't as tall as Colin, so she doesn't crouch in front of us, but she does hunch slightly.

"Hi, Rose. I'm Y/N. I know meeting new people can sometimes be scary, and that's okay." Y/N stops talking, and of course, Rose is giving her nothing. "Oh, my favorite color is orange. What's yours?" Y/N offers a little wave and question to Rose, who tilts her head in thought.

"Purple."

You can feel the room come back to life.

"Purple is an awesome color! Did you make that?" Y/N points to a handmade card that reads "Happy Mommy's Day" in purple crayon. Rose nods her head. "It's for Mommy. She's a superhero." Y/N's smile gets bigger the more she talks to Rose, and I can see that soon enough, Rose will have her wrapped around her finger.

I must've tuned out what was happening because the next thing I know, "Auntie Lizzie" is being said.

"No, I'm not a superhero like your Mommy and Auntie Lizzie. But they are pretty cool, aren't they?" Rose again nods before turning to me whispering in my ear.

Y/N POV

I look toward Colin and Scarlett, who are showing nothing but pure smiles. Clearly happy with how Rose came out of her shell. Not that being shy is terrible, but I think they just wanted Rose to like me and to not ask any more about Robbie.

Right now, Rose is whispering something in Liz's ear, making her giggle and whisper back to Rose.

I am watching my dirty blonde holding this cute as a button child, talking about who knows what is making the baby fever kick into overdrive.

"Y/N." I gaze at my girlfriend's face at the sound of her angelic voice. "Rose and I have been talking, and Rose would like to ask you something?" What kind of question did these two cook up? Oh, God. I can feel my nerves start to run laps around my body. I look to Rose.

"Who's your favorite superhero?" I hear Scarlett snort at the seriousness with which the question was asked. That's it? Wait. Is this a trick?

"Well, what's your favorite superhero?" I ask, hoping to trick the kid into giving me the correct answer. "You can't ask me. I asked you." Rose says with a smile. I step towards Lizzie and Rose before bending down slightly. "Rose, is your Auntie Lizzie trying to get me to say that Wanda is my favorite?" This cause Rose to laugh while trying to talk. "Noooo." I nod as though I believe her. "Okay." I then pretend to take some serious thought into Rose's question.

"Black Widow is my favorite Rose. What about you?" Roses jaw drops, and she looks at Lizzie, shocked! "I told you she would say Black Widow." I hear Liz not so quietly whisper into Rose's ear. Rose then turns back to Liz and whispers in her ear as well.

These girls love to only talk to each other.

Liz nods before saying, "I think that's a wonderful idea, Rose."

Liz carefully places Rose onto her feet before smiling at me. Rose cautiously makes her way to me, delighting Scarlett. In an effort to not mess anything up, I choose to remain standing.

"Aunty Lizzie said that since your favorite superhero is Black Widow, maybe you would want to play superheroes with me?" I smile down at Rose before crouching down to her level. "I'd love that, Rose! Thank you."

"You're welcome." Rose then looks over at me. "Is it okay if I hug you?" I think my heart might explode. "Of course, Rose! Thank you for asking!" I throw open my arms and close my eyes as Roses arms land on my side. I hear some coos from the adults in the room, and I'm pretty confident I heard a picture being snapped, but I'll ask about it later.

"I'm sorry about being shy earlier," Rose admits to me as our hug comes to an end. "Rose. That's okay. Remember what Colin said? It's okay to be shy. I was shy to meet you." Rose looks at me. "Really?" "Yeah! I thought since your mom and aunt were sooooo cool that their little Rose has to be like the coolest person ever!"

Rose throws on a little smirk at hearing how cool she is. Damn the Johanssons and their smirks. This little one is going to have me wrapped around her finger soon enough. Rose then looks up at her mom. "Is it okay if Y/N and I go play? I know it's your special day, but please, mom!" Rose jumps up and begs her mother, whose green eyes are full of happiness. I see it.

I also stand up and look to Liz. She places a hand over her heart and gives me a happy frown. "Rose, do you not want breakfast first?" Her mother raises an eyebrow in question. "No, I had some chocolate when Colin wasn't watching earlier," Rose states, not even looking at her mom. I have to cover my mouth to hold in the laughter. Scarlett groans more at Colin than Rose before ushering us away. "But you're going to have a full breakfast when we get done, okay?" "Okay!" Rose answers, pulling me away with her.

Liz POV

I smile at the sound of Rose giggles getting further away. Not because she is gone but because she is with Y/N.

"Name your price."

Huh? I turn my head to Scarlett. "What?" "Name your price. How much are you willing to pay for Rose."

"Scarlett," Colin says while laughing. "You can't sell Rose."

"Look at her face Col. I think she'd pay anything to see those two be happy and get along. I bet her ovaries are already putting up a fight."

My jaw hits the floor at the words falling out of Scar's mouth. Is she wrong? No. But she doesn't have to say it.

Thankfully once again, Colin steps up. "I'm sorry for her, Lizzie." Scarlett puts up her arms in defeat. "Listen, I'm just saying. Once this one comes along." Scarlett points to her growing stomach. "Lizzie will be begging to see him with Y/N."

Oh my God, Scarlett, stop talk- wait. Him?

Scarlett's having a boy?!

"Him?!" I ask in shock. Colin notices the look in my eyes and looks at his wife. Scarlett sees it, too, and starts walking towards me. "You're having a boy?" I ask, needing answers. I can see panic growing on her face. Scar reaches out and grabs my hands placing. "Yes, I'm having a boy." I go to jump up and squeal, but Scarlett's pregnancy reflexes are quick as she puts a hand over my mouth, shutting me up. "Rose doesn't know yet." My mouth once again drops. "Scarlett, this is amazing! I'm so happy for you! Oh my God." Before she can even protest, I'm hugging the Black Widow.

Once she's released from my grip, I quickly make my way to Colin and pull him into a hug as well. "Talk about a weekend update," I say, earning a groan from the other two people in the room. "Hunter said the same thing." I frown in disappointment. "You mean I'm not the first one to know again!" Scarlett shakes her head at me. "I'm sorry it slipped out when he came for dinner a while back." "Ugh. Fine." I try and pout, but I'm so happy for my friend right now.

"Okay, since you're pregnant. You sit down and relax while Colin and I prepare you, your daughter, and my Y/N an exceptional breakfast!" This causes no argument, as Scarlett will easily bow out from making meals when I'm around.

"What you got there?"

I ask Colin, who seems to be putting mustard on some peanut butter spread on toast with slices of pickles. "Scarlett's pregnancy craving at the time. I'm making it now just in case she wants it with breakfast." He looks disgusted by the creation, and frankly, so am I.

It's not often that it's just Colin and I left by ourselves. He's a nice guy and has been there for Scarlett in more ways than one. When she first told me about this guy she was falling for, I was a little shocked, to put it nicely. But he makes her and Rose happy, which in turn makes me happy. I'm sure others would disagree but ehh.

"So, how are you holding up?"

"I'm excited." He turns away from Scar's gross food to focus on the eggs he's scrambling. "You know, nervous but excited." I nod at his generic answer before continuing-

"Do you think I'll be a good dad?" I turn my attention away from the stack of waffles I got going on as this conversation gets more serious. "I mean, I think I will be, but... this is my first kid. I love Rose to death, but I wasn't there for those early years. What if when I'm there for this kid, I fuck up or..." Colin closes his eyes as the worry and panic start to overtake him. "I don't know. It's stupid." I shake my head and move the pan of eggs onto an unused stovetop before dragging Colin into a kitchen chair.

"That's not stupid, Colin. It sounds cliché, but I feel like no parent knows what to do their first time around. Hell. I bet Scarlett will forget things this go around too." He chuckles at that. "All that matters is that you love and care for that baby no matter what. Let's not forget anytime you need Y/N or I to come by and help, we will. Plus, do you think you'll be a good dad? Don't just say yes. Think about it." Colin leans back in his chair and closes his eyes in thought. I wonder if this is how he writes jokes.

"Yeah. I will be."

"Then you will be."

I simply state before returning to the ever-growing breakfast. It takes Colin a couple of minutes before he rejoins me. "Thanks, Lizzie." "No problem, Mr. Johansson," I smirk at him, making him roll his eyes. "Now, I can finish up here if you want to go and grab your wife. Then I'll leave you two to talk for a minute while I get the girls. Cool?"

"Cool."

"Oh wait, Lizzie." I turn to see Colin holding my phone. "I found this on the steps this morning. I didn't know if it was yours or Y/N's." I take it from him. He could've just looked at the wallpaper and seen whose phone it was. I tap the screen, and it doesn't turn on. The phone is dead. Ah, that's why.

"Thanks, Colin. Do you have any extra chargers?" Colin thinks. "Maybe in the living room? I'll ask Scarlett." I nod before he leaves. _

After Scar and Colin returned, I begin charging my phone before I'm off to find where those two rascals went. After consulting Rose's mom, she said they'd be in Rose's room or her old playroom, which is being transformed into baby #2 nursery. However, they made it pretty obvious where they were when I overheard Rose giggling about Y/N's, and I quote, "horrible form," to which Y/N said Natasha was nothing but a poser earning more giggle from Rose.

I was going to knock and interrupt, but I was having more fun listening in.

"Come on, Y/N, let's color!"

Y/N POV

Hanging out with Rose is sooo fun, but goddamn, it's tiring.

After we made it to her room to get some extra toys, we made it into another room that Rose called her playroom. It looked like a nursery, but whatever the kid was happy, so was I.

For the first couple of minutes, Rose showed me all of her Black Widow action figures. Some looked like Scarlett, while some were scary bad. Rose, let me pick first, and I picked one that looked nothing like the Black Widow we know and love. We played with them for a while. Pretending to go on missions to pretending that our widows were sisters. It was all fun. Once Rose got bored of that, she wanted us to be Widows, so that mainly involved me holding Rose up or her tackling me or Rose making fun of my "horrible form." By the end of it, we just ended up lying on the floor together, coloring in her Frozen coloring books.

I haven't seen Frozen or its sequel, but don't let Rose find that out.

I'm happily coloring in a guy with his reindeer when Rose stops what she is doing and scootches closer to me. I look over at her, and I'm instantly worried and looking her over. She seems concerned and sad. I drop the coloring pencils and sit up to comfort her.

"Hey, Rose. What's wrong?" I try and keep my voice calm to not stress her out anymore. Rose moved closer to me and opened her arms, so I did the same, allowing her to crawl into my lap. "It's okay, Rose. You don't have to talk or anything if you don't want to." Geez, now I'm immediately backtracking in case I said something wrong. "Do you want me to get your mom or Colin?" Rose shakes her head no and lifts her face to me. "Why isn't Uncle Robbie here? He always comes when Aunty Lizzie visits. But now you're here."

Well, there goes my heart. I hear it shattering.

I don't know how to proceed, but Rose is looking at me, and I know this moment will be in her memory for years to come.

"I'm sorry, Rose. Do you not like me being here?" Let's start there. "No. I like you. You're funny and play Superhero with me." I smile at that. "But Uncle Robbie also did that, and now he's not here."

Fucking hell.

I look towards the playroom door as it gently opens. Liz walks in with an apologetic smile. Shit. Did she hear? "Hey, you two!" Liz pretends like she didn't interrupt a meaningful conversation, but I've been picking up on her acting skills. Liz gets closer to us and "notices" an upset Rose. "Rosie, what's wrong?" Rose looks up at me before looking towards Liz.

"Where's Uncle Robbie?" Liz looks at me before sitting down right in front of Rose and I.

"You know how sometimes when your mom and I talk and you get bored because we talk about "grown-up stuff"?" Rose shakes her head, a little confused. "Well, you and I are going to have one of those talks." "About Uncle Robbie?" Liz nods her head. "Is he dead?" Rose bluntly asked, shocking my girlfriend and me. Liz's jaws drops while I cover my mouth. "No, sweetie Robbie is not dead." Liz quickly refutes any doubt in Rose's mind. Rose physically wipes non-existent sweat from her forehead. Colin totally taught her that. Liz smiles at Rose before putting on a serious face.

"Robbie is very much alive in Los Angeles and grown-up time Rose." She firmly says to make sure Rose listens. "Uncle Robbie and I aren't together anymore." I would've phrased this a bit better, but I can see Liz getting stressed from talking about this, so I can give the girl a break.

"Like you aren't getting married like Colin and mommy did?" "That's right, sweetie." Rose moves her head down in thought before she gets up and hugs Liz. "I'm sorry, Aunty Lizzie." Awww. Liz puts her arms around the tiny human. "It's okay, Rose. Everything's fine now." "You'll find someone else to marry." Rose casually drops before turning back to face me. "Thanks for being there for my Aunty," Rose says to me before she turns back to Liz. "Is grown-up talk over?"' Liz nods. "It can be."

Without another word, Rose starts picking up her coloring books and pencils. I watch as Rose does this task with ease before my eyes latch onto my Lizard. She's wiping away a couple of tears that have escaped. In an instant, I'm on my knees in front of her helping her out. "Tell her." Liz husks out to me. "Tell who, what?" "Tell Rose about us." "Me?" Liz simply nods before calling out to Rose. "Y/N has something she'd like to tell you." Rose moves away from her pile of books and comes up to Liz and me, sitting on the floor.

I've never been good at talking to kids, mostly because I have never been around them, and now here I am, having multiple serious conversations with Scarlett Johanssons kid. What is my life?

"Rose, does it make you sad that Auntie Lizzie isn't with Uncle Robbie?" I cautiously ask as I feel Liz's hand work its way up my back, silently comforting me. "If Aunty Lizzie isn't sad, then I'm not sad." I nod and move on. "How would you feel if Auntie Lizzie started seeing someone else?"

"If it's you, then I'd be happy."

I don't know why a kid's approval who has no blood relation to either Liz or me is so damn important, but I'm glad I got it.

"It is me." I smile at Rose, who looks between Liz and I before jumping up and down and then onto us. "Yay! That makes me so happy, Aunty Lizzie! I'm gonna go tell my mommy!" And before we can even stop her, that kid is out of the room.

I let out a breath I didn't know I had and fall onto the floor. Liz does the same before she rolls onto her side placing her arm on my stomach. "Still want kids someday?" Liz teases. "I do." Liz doesn't reply, but she does lean up and place a kiss onto my cheek. "You were great with her."

"Really? I feel like I didn't know what I was doing."

Liz just smiles down at me.

"I think that's called parenting." I roll my eyes. "Not for us yet." "No, not yet. You still have people to meet." Liz reminds me, even though I know she's nervous whenever that day happens because I know not long after that, the world will soon know too.

"You ready to get up? Some yummy waffles are waiting!" Liz scrunches her face up, and just as I'm about to answer, my stomach decides now is the time to put on a concert forcing Liz and I to laugh like idiots.

"Come on, let's go!" Liz hops onto her feet before pulling me up too.

"Oh, actually, you go ahead with it being Mother's Day. I should probably call my mom now as opposed to later."

Liz nods at me and gives me an ole sailor's kiss before leaving me in the former playroom.

Liz POV

So did Y/N and I admit that we want to get married and have kids with each other, or am I crazy? Is that why she suddenly needs to call her mom? Also, that kiss that I left her with! I'm not going off to war.

Man, my ovaries are attacking me today...

I close my eyes and slowly breathe in and out, shaking off the thoughts swarming my mind. Once I feel grounded and calm, I make my way down the stairs to an already set-up dining room.

Just as I'm about to comment on how I could've helped set the table, Scarlett comes and pulls me into a hug. "Lizzie! Rose told us the good news!" Why is Scarlett using her fake voice? Also, what good news? "About you and Y/N!" Oh right. "Oh! Yes. Thank you! Rose, are you happy that you got tell your mom and Colin?" I look at the six-year-old who is stuffing her face full of waffles. "Hmm, mmm! Aunty Liz-" "Rose, swallow your food before you talk." Scarlett sternly tells her kid. Rose starts chewing rapidly before swallowing and looking back to me. "Aunty Lizzie, did you hear I'm going to be a big sister to a boy!" "I did, Rose that's so awesome! You're going to be the best big sister!" Rose grins at me before going back to what's most important. Her food.

"Where is Y/N?" Colin looks at me with an eyebrow raised. "She's calling her mom." Both adults go ahh as I join the family at the table.

After loading up a plate for Y/N and myself, I dig in. I could wait, but Rose didn't, so why should I? Within minutes silence has taken over the table. I don't think any of us realized how hungry we were. Even Scar is eating her gross toast.

After swallowing some fruit, I decided to break it up. "So Colin, how's SNL? Planning on staying on?" Colin nods. "It's great. I'm a head writer now. You know it pays the bills-" That earns a hearty laugh from Scarlett that she quickly tries to cover up. "But maybe once the little man over here pops out, that'll change." He points to Scarlett's stomach.

"Anything new with you? I know you just got done filming the Doctor Strange sequel." Do I tell Scar and Colin about the HBO Show or not? Fuck it. "Yeah, I'm going to be in an upcoming HBO Show!" "House of Dragons?!" Scarlett immediately jumps the gun. I shake my head at her before receiving a pity look. "I'm still pissed you couldn't do Game of Thrones because of Marvel." I shrug because it's in the past, and I still watched and loved the show. "I didn't know you were almost in that." Colin looks at me, amazed. "Yeah, add it to the pile of things I was almost in." I laugh to move the conversation along. "So what's the show going to be about?"

"Apparently, it's based on a true story, and I don't know all the details yet, but I get to play an ax murder," I say with excitement. "Holy sh- shoot!" Good save, Scar. "That sounds crazy! I can't wait to see you kill it." Scarlett winks at me and laughs at her own joke.

"Wow, didn't wait, huh!" My girlfriend speaks up as she enters the room to see everyone stuffing their face.

"Rose didn't wait!" I exclaim. "Rose is a child," Y/N says into my ear as she sits down next to me. I see she turned her phone off? "How's your mom?" Y/N looks at me and then at the other people in the room who don't see it. "She's good. She's happy I called." Y/N smiles at me, but she has something in her eyes. "She's seeing Davey today." I place a hand on her back before nodding along. "We don't have to-" Y/N places a hand on my thigh and give sit a squeeze. "Thank you." Y/N begins digging into her food, and I smile because I made the special waffles I made the first night she stayed with me. I look up to see Scarlett already looking at me with a big smile.

The rest of breakfast goes on with some small talk here and there, and by the end of it, everyone is full. Colin talked about how much he loved WandaVision while Scarlett teased Y/N about her love for Black Widow. I made sure remind the other adults know that Y/N has only seen up to the first Avengers, which made Scarlett comment about how much she'll love Natasha in the Winter Solider.

Without meaning to, I'm pretty sure I was giving Scarlett, Wanda's death glare because then Y/N was in my ear telling me that I'm hers.

Scarlett noticed and smirked at our interaction and made sure to ease up on the flirtatious teasing. But this won't stop her forever.

After breakfast was cleaned up and put away, Rose brought down her coloring book and colored pencils for Y/N and her to continue drawing. About half an hour later, Y/N and Rose made some fridge-worthy art. Now I know Colin isn't ushering us out the door, but I know he has something planned for Scarlett's Mother's Day, so we shouldn't intrude.

Scarlett and I had to convince a pouting Rose that Y/N and I would be back. Y/N made a pinky promise to Rose that someday they could have a day together. Rose called it Y/N Day! That seemed to make everyone happy, so we soon gathered everything we needed, including phones, water, and clothes from last night, before making our way to the waiting car.

Y/N POV

How has today already been so eventful? It's not even noon. Is this what having kids is like? Is this what being married is like?

I look to my Liz, who has her phone in her hands, furiously typing away.

"What's up?"

Liz briefly looks over at me.

"Liz?" I ask, more concerned. She clears her throat and looks back at me. "Sorry, I'm catching up on a lot. The HBO show. Some WandaVision stuff. My team is asking me to do Hot Ones next month. Sorry. Let me do this stuff, and then I'm all yours!" She gives me a proud smile before it disappears as she dives back into her phone.

I just nod along. Sometimes I forget how much work her job can be. It's not just filming a thing, and then you're done. There's so much behind-the-scenes stuff. Liz has done a great job at trying to keep it out of view from me. But she shouldn't have to. I'm a big girl. I mean, yeah, I could sit back and look pretty while she handles things, but I don't want her to look or be as stressed as she seems right now.

"Is there anything I can help with?"

"Not at the moment. But thank you." Liz says without looking up from her phone. Maybe asking her while she's in the middle of working isn't the best time.

Well, while she's on her, I guess I can be on mine.

I turn on my phone, surprised to find it still working. The battery life says it's at 17%, but who knows how much time that actually means-

Wait.

Who are all of these people?

On my lock screen are hundreds upon hundreds of Instagram notifications. Some things from Twitter. Was my name trending? I have dozens of texts from Sam, Max, and MK. Tons of missed calls and texts from unknown numbers. All of this has been in the past hour.

I'm unsure what's happening, but I can feel the blood leaving my body. I feel my throat closing, but at the same time but stomach is telling me I'm going to throw up.

I turn to Liz, and she's on the phone. When did this happen? How long has she been talking?

"Liz?"

She doesn't hear me.

"Liz?" I say louder.

She turns to me, and I see the gloss over her green eyes. She bites the bottom of her lip before she ends the phone call with whoever it was.

"Lizard, please, what's going on?" Liz swallows and puts her head in her hands. She's mumbling, and I quite make out exactly what's she saying. I take off my seat belt and put my butt in the middle seat.

Liz lift her head to me. She's on the verge of breaking. She places her shaky hands into my own.

"Liz?"

Liz's phone starts going off. When did she turn the ringer back on?

"Liz."

The phone keeps ringing.

The more it rings, the smaller this car feels. I look at Liz, and she is so close but so far.

Liz closes her eyes, squeezing a tear down her cheek.

"I- I'm... we've been outed..."

"Oka-"

"They-"

Liz stops.

All of her stops. Her breathing. Her shakiness. Her.

And then she opens her fucking beautiful green eyes.

"We can't be together."

A/N: Hey, besties... So what a good chapter, right? Scarlett and Rose! Colin isn't an asshole. All in all, some good stuff. Nothing stressful or full of drama, right guys?

Part 21

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Against All Odds

The GIF is not mine; credit goes to the respective artist/creator.

Summary : You recently joined the Avengers, and everyone has accepted you except for Bucky. Now, the challenge lies in proving him wrong, but can you succeed changing his mind and earn his trust? Or do you have to do more to earn it? (geez, I’m suck at this)

Pairing : Bucky Barnes x Reader (No mentions of body type or ethnicity other than the reader being female)

TW: SMUT, 18+, strong language, enemies-to-lovers-ish, oral (m receiving), rough sex, dirty talk, unprotected sex, degradation (slut calling), slight choking, orgasm denial

Word Count: Around 10k (I know it's a bit long, I got carried away. Sorry) → smut is like 4k hehe

Author's Note: This is my first attempt at writing a story, and it’s a smut one at that. English isn't my first language, so apologies for any mistakes or bad grammar. I hope you still enjoy the story!

Part 1, Part 2 , Part 3

If you like my story, please go check out my other stories here

These are the aesthetic for part 1 (solely for visual representation of what going to happen on the story, this meant no representation for body type or ethnicity)

You've always been a dependable agent ever since you were young, someone who could handle the toughest missions without letting your emotions get in the way. Nick Fury spotted your potential when you were just a kid, taking you under his wing. It was his belief in you that kept you going, and it all led to the thrilling moment when he thought it was time for you to join the Avengers. After all those years of hard work, it felt like a dream come true.

Then came your first day with the team. You'd just joined, and they wanted to see how good you were in a fight. You almost beat Natasha in a really intense battle, proving to everyone that you totally belonged with the Avengers. Your determination to show your worth never wavered. But there was this one guy, Bucky Barnes, who just couldn't seem to trust you no matter what.

On your first day with the Avengers, the training room buzzed with anticipation as you faced off against Natasha Romanoff, Black Widow. It was a test of your combat skills, a way to see if you had what it took to be part of Earth's mightiest heroes. The desire to become one of them, although it might sound cliché and cringey, burned within you.

The Avengers, including Nick Fury, Captain America, Iron Man, Winter Soldier, Hawkeye and Thor, watched from up above, all curious and eager to see how you'd do. Their faces showed they were rooting for you.

However, as you glanced upward to catch your breath, your eyes locked onto Bucky Barnes. He stood there, solitary and stern, arms crossed over his chest. His intense gaze bore into you, but unlike the other Avengers, his expression was far from encouraging. There was a deep skepticism in his eyes, a doubt that seemed unshakable, and it cast a shadow over your determination to prove yourself to the team.

Natasha, dressed in her familiar black outfit, gave you a serious look that made you stop staring up. When she spoke, you turned your attention to her. "Think you've got this, newbie?" she teased, a touch of amusement in her voice.

You took a deep breath, trying to steady your nerves. This was your moment to prove yourself, and there was no turning back. The weight of your new Avengers uniform felt both exhilarating and nerve-wracking. "I'm ready, Natasha.", you responded with determination. You weren't going to back down now.

Natasha grinned. "We'll see about that."

The two of you circled each other, and then, without warning, Natasha lunged at you with lightning speed. Her attack was quick and precise, but you were able to block it, thanks to your training. As the two of you sparred, the crowd cheered and shouted their support. It was a battle of wits and willpower, and neither of you was willing to give up.

"You're good," Natasha admitted, her voice dripping with genuine admiration. "But let's see how you handle this." With a fluid motion, she unleashed a series of acrobatic moves, flipping and twisting through the air before landing gracefully behind you.

You spun around to face her, sweat beading on your forehead. "Impressive, but I'm not done yet."

The fight continued, and you pushed yourself to keep up with Natasha's relentless assault. Your training and instincts kicked in, and you began to hold your own. It was a back-and-forth battle, each of you landing hits and dodging the other's attacks.

But Natasha was more experienced than you, and eventually, she managed to overpower you. She had you pinned to the ground, her face inches away from yours. You struggled against her grip, but she held you firmly in place. "Had enough?" she asked, raising an eyebrow.

Gritting your teeth, you mustered all the determination you had left. "Not a chance," you replied, refusing to admit defeat.

The crowd went wild as Natasha delivered the final blow, knocking you out. She stood there, victorious, a small smile playing on her lips acknowledging your impressive performance. "Good fight," she said, extending a hand to help you up.

You accepted her hand, "Thanks, Natasha. You're incredible."

The room erupted in applause, and everyone from the observation deck descended to congratulate you. Fury, wearing a proud smile, gave you a warm hug. "Well done, Y/N. You're officially part of the team," he declared, his words filled with pride. He whispered, "I'm proud of you, Y/N," and it meant the world to you.

But amid the celebration with your new teammates, there was one person who didn't seem as thrilled. James "Bucky" Barnes, the Winter Soldier, stood in a quiet corner of the room, his expression inscrutable.

You had felt his presence throughout the entire match, his intense gaze sending shivers down your spine. Bucky's gaze lingered on you for a moment longer, then he turned and left the room, leaving you feeling more confused than ever.

Bucky went out of his way to undermine your confidence, pushing you to the brink of quitting time and time again. His words still fresh in your mind. "I don't think you're cut out for this, kid. This isn't a game. It's a matter of life and death. You’re not ready for this."

It hurt. You didn't understand why he was so determined to bring you down. What had you done to make him dislike you so much? Despite Bucky's relentless doubts, you refused to back down. You were determined to earn his respect, just as you had with the rest of the team.

So, every day, you trained harder, pushed yourself further, and proved your worth on every mission. Your hope was that one day, Bucky would finally see you for the capable agent you truly were and put his doubts to rest once and for all.

One day, as you were making your way to the gym, the sound of voices caught your attention. It was Bucky and Steve, engaged in a hushed conversation that seemed to revolve around you. Curiosity piqued, you tried to maintain a discreet distance, keen on hearing what they were saying. You knew it was wrong to eavesdrop, but you couldn't help yourself.

"Buck, I think you're being too hard on her. She's a good fighter and she's eager to learn," Steve argued.

Bucky's skepticism remained unshaken. "I'm just trying to watch out for the team. She's a liability, not ready for this kind of responsibility."

Steve being the optimist pushed back gently, his support for you evident in his tone. "I think you're the only one who feels that way."

Bucky's voice grew firmer as he explained his perspective. "She's only here 'cause Nick Fury vouched for her. There are others who deserve this chance more. I could name a couple who'd fit better on this team than her."

His words hit you like a punch to the gut, casting doubt on your worthiness. It was difficult to hear that the person you looked up to and wanted to prove yourself to was actually against you, even though Bucky's argument was valid.

You couldn't help but question if your acceptance into the Avengers was indeed solely because of Fury. You had always believed that your spot on the Avengers was earned through your skills and dedication. Bucky's doubts made you second-guess if you had truly earned your place.

"Buck, there's more to it than that," Steve replied, his voice steady. "Just be patient with her."

Unable to endure the conversation any longer, your heart felt heavy as you turned away, doing your best to conceal the hurt that washed over your face. With resolve, you changed your course and headed towards the field track, hoping a run would help clear your mind.

Later, as the sun set on the horizon, you were still out running laps. Your thoughts were racing, and your body was aching, but you couldn't bring yourself to stop.

"You're gonna wear yourself out if you keep pushing like that."

You jumped, startled by the sudden voice. Looking over your shoulder, you saw Bucky standing a few feet away, his arms crossed.

Caught off guard, you tried to put on a brave face. "I'm okay," you lied, attempting to hide the pain that was clearly etched on your face. Stopping abruptly had caused your feet to throb with discomfort.

Bucky, however, wasn't buying your façade. He narrowed his eyes, his concern deepening. "You're not. You're hurt."

In response, you shook your head stubbornly, your pride urging you to push through the pain. "I'll manage," you insisted, even though every step sent a sharp twinge through your feet.

Bucky's gaze remained sharp and unwavering. "You're not fooling anyone with that."

Deep down, you knew he was right. The pain was becoming harder to ignore, and your stubbornness could only take you so far. But in that moment, you weren't quite ready to admit defeat or show weakness, especially not to someone like Bucky.

Bucky took a step closer, his expression resolute. "Come on, we're heading inside," he stated, his tone leaving no room for argument.

“I'm okay, I can-." You began to protest, but he interrupted you firmly, "Y/N, enough. This is an order. You're only making my job more difficult by trying to tough it out. Let's go, and I don't want to hear another word from you."

Reluctantly, you fell silent and went along with Bucky, allowing him to guide you back to the facility. As you walked, you couldn't help but mull over his earlier words, "You're making my job harder by trying to tough it out." It left you wondering why he cared or felt responsible for you, especially when you believed he disliked you.

Once inside, Bucky seated you and fetched a glass of water. Taking a sip, you felt a wave of relief as it helped ease some of your fatigue. Then, without uttering a word, Bucky briefly stepped away, returning in less than a minute with bandages and medicine in hand.

Your curiosity got the best of you, and you couldn't resist asking, "What's all that for?" Your eyes were drawn to the medical supplies.

"Take off your shoes and socks," Bucky directed, his tone brooking no dissent.

"I don't think I need..." You began to protest, but a quick glance at Bucky's determined face made it clear that there was no room for discussion.

Letting out a sigh, you gave in and removed your shoes and socks. What you saw shocked you: your feet were in a terrible state, bleeding and covered with painful blisters, a clear result of your overly enthusiastic run.

You heard Bucky mutter a curse under his breath as he knelt down in front of you. "Bucky, seriously, I can handle it," you tried to protest, but he wasn't having any of it.

"Just stay put and let me take care of this." His voice was firm, and he got to work tending to your battered feet. Gently, he placed your feet on his lap, starting to clean the cuts on your soles. You winced slightly as the sting of the alcohol met the open wounds.

While he busied himself tending to your injuries, you found your gaze drifting to him. Bucky was undeniably handsome and hot, you couldn't help but appreciate his appearance. As your eyes met his, he suddenly looked up at you.

"Got something on your mind?" he asked, his expression as enigmatic as ever.

You blinked, realizing that you'd been staring. Heat crept into your cheeks as you stammered, "I, uh, have an issue with my shoes." You finally managed to say, though it wasn't exactly the eloquent response you'd hoped for.

Bucky, his expression unamused, retorted, "Well, that's clear." After he finished bandaging your wounds, he added, "But there's more to it than just your shoes."

"You can't be out here, pushing yourself so hard if you're going to injure yourself. This isn't a game. You must take care of yourself. You can't expect to get the full experience if you're going to hurt yourself." His words were harsh, but they were true.

"I know," you admitted with a sigh, guilt gnawing at you. "I just got caught up and lost track of time. It's not that bad."

Bucky raised an eyebrow, unimpressed. "Not that bad?" He challenged you. "Then stand up. Let's see how not that bad it really is."

Your cheeks burned. You could already feel the ache in your legs and the throbbing pain in your feet. But you refused to show any weakness. Not now. Not in front of him.

"Fine." With a determined look, you pushed yourself up from the chair, wincing as you put weight on your injured soles. Your feet stung, and your muscles were sore, but you gritted your teeth and pushed through it.

Bucky couldn't help but scoff, clearly frustrated with your stubbornness and tendency to challenge him. "You want to be part of this team, right?"

You nodded, your determination unwavering despite the discomfort. "Yeah, I do.”

"Then you need to stop being reckless and start acting like an Avenger. We can't afford to have someone on our team who's too stubborn to admit when they're injured. It's only gonna make things worse." he said firmly, taking a step closer to you. "Maybe you could start by, I don't know, following orders and not talking back every chance you get."

The harshness in his words took you by surprise, but they also cut deep. Because you knew he was right.

With that he left the room, leaving you behind to wallow in shame. You knew he was right. But it hurt, especially coming from him.

Weeks later, you received the news that you'd be joining the team on your very first mission. The excitement bubbled up inside you as you geared up for the assignment. But as the mission unfolded, things took a turn for the worse.

You spotted a group of enemies heading for a crowded area and impulsively decided to engage them without waiting for the team's signal or support. Your intentions were to protect the civilians, but your recklessness got the best of you. Your impulsive move led to a chaotic firefight, and in the midst of the chaos, a civilian stumbled into the line of fire, narrowly escaping harm.

Bucky, who had been keeping an eye on you, witnessed the entire sequence of events unfold. His anger and frustration boiled over as he watched you put not only yourself but also innocent bystanders in danger.

Inside the quinjet, as the mission concluded, he couldn't contain his fury any longer. "What the fuck was that, Y/N?!" he erupted, his voice echoing in the confined space.

"I'm sorry," you whispered, feeling an overwhelming sense of shame and regret.

"Sorry isn't good enough!" Bucky snapped, his intense gaze burning into you. You couldn't bear to meet his eyes, and instead, you cast your gaze downward, your hands trembling with the weight of your mistake.

"If you're gonna keep making mistakes like that, then maybe you don't belong on this team. You could've gotten someone killed back there." His words stung, but he was right.

Natasha stepped in to defend you, "Bucky, it was an accident, and it was her first mission. Everyone makes mistake.”

Bucky didn't back down. "Yeah, and accidents can cost lives, Nat. She need to be more careful," he retorted, glaring back at you. "You can't afford to be an idiot like that out there. What the fuck is wrong with you?" He yelled, his anger getting the best of him.

Clint said, "Hey! Enough. She's done enough of a beating already, I know she can do better next time."

"There might not be a next time," Bucky grumbled.

Confusion and worry welled up inside you. 'What do you mean by that?' you wondered silently, unable to find your voice.

Bucky's frustration boiled over as he remarked, "Maybe she should think twice about putting others at risk if she can't handle it."

You turned your gaze away, determined not to let the tears fall. Tony took charge of the situation, his voice steady and reassuring. "Alright, that's enough," Tony declared firmly. "We're all on edge right now after what happened. We all know she can do better, and we'll address it later. For now, let's just concentrate on getting back home."

The rest of the ride was filled with tension, Bucky's glare never leaving you as you tried your best to avoid his gaze.

Wanda noticed your discomfort and moved over to sit next to you. She placed a reassuring hand on your shoulder and asked gently, "How are you holding up?"

You appreciated Wanda's concern and gave her a small, grateful smile. "I'll be okay," you replied softly. "Just need some time to process everything. I guess I'm just a little overwhelmed."

Wanda patted your shoulder again, offering more comfort. "Mistakes are part of learning, especially on your first mission. Remember, the key is to learn from them and get better. Don't let Bucky's words get to you too much."

You let out a weary sigh, realizing the truth in her words. "Yeah, I know.”

The quinjet touched down on the landing pad, and a sense of relief washed over you as you realized you were finally back home. This was it. You were finally home. "We'll talk later, okay?" Wanda asked, giving you a sympathetic smile.

You nodded appreciatively at her and quickly made your way to your room. You wanted nothing more than to lock yourself away and forget the whole thing ever happened. But the guilt and shame were too much to bear.

About a month after the incident, news of another mission started to circulate rapidly around the Avengers' headquarters. The buzz of excitement and anticipation filled the air, and you couldn't help but feel a rush of emotions—both excitement and anxiety. This mission was your chance to redeem yourself after the missteps on your first assignment.

Determined to discuss your readiness for this new mission, you sought out Steve. As you approached his office, you noticed him engrossed in reading some files. You gently knocked on the open door.

"Hi Steve, may I come in?" you asked politely.

Steve looked up from the files and offered you a welcoming smile. He promptly closed the documents and gestured for you to enter. "Of course, come in Y/N." You stepped into his office, and he continued, "How are you doing, by the way?" Steve motioned for you to take a seat, showing genuine concern.

You settled into the chair across from him and fidgeted with your fingers, trying to find the right words. "I'm good, better than what happened last time..." You paused, your voice tinged with regret. "I'm sorry about last time..."

Steve's warm smile remained reassuring. "Hey, Y/N, that's okay. We all make mistakes," he said with a reassuring tone, "Don't beat yourself up too much about it, okay?" His kindness and understanding were a comfort, making you feel grateful for his leadership and support.

"So, what brings you here?" Steve asked with a welcoming smile.

You shifted uncomfortably in your seat. "I heard there's another mission in 2 days..." After a pause, you continued, "But I haven't received the assignment or briefing for it..."

Steve's friendly expression faltered, and he sighed. "Y/N, about that..." He looked genuinely conflicted. "We already have teams assigned to cover that mission. You don't need to worry about it."

Your heart sank, and you couldn't help but feel a pang of disappointment. It was becoming increasingly clear that you were being sidelined. "Is this because of what happened on the last mission?" You finally voiced your concern, your tone a mix of frustration and hurt.

Steve must've noticed the change in your tone. "Y/N, there'll be plenty of missions, and you'll definitely join the next one, okay?"

You took a deep breath and forced a smile, masking the pain that was gnawing at you. "Ah, okay, Steve." You chuckled, though it felt forced. "That's alright, I was just curious.”

Steve smiled weakly, but you could tell he understood your disappointment. "Y/N..."

You got up from the seat, disappointment heavy in your chest. You knew this was likely Bucky's doing. "Thank you, Captain, for the information. Good luck on the mission!" With that, you turned and left the room, trying to hide your frustration and disappointment.

As everyone prepared to leave for the mission, they bid you farewell, their expressions filled with sympathy. You knew they felt sorry for leaving you behind in the tower. Watching them depart filled you with a profound sense of sadness, knowing you couldn't join them.

You returned to your room, aimlessly flipping through the channels on the TV, but nothing captured your interest. Your mind kept wandering back to the missed opportunity, and the guilt and frustration gnawed at you.

After a futile attempt at watching TV, you tried to occupy yourself with a book, but the words on the pages blurred together as your thoughts remained fixated on the mission. With a sigh, you put the book down, realizing you were too distracted to read.

Restlessly, you paced around your room, contemplating various ways to improve your skills and prove that you were a valuable member of the team. Maybe you could spend some time in the training room or review combat strategies. You knew you had to keep pushing yourself to become better.

Eventually, you settled on the idea of practicing your marksmanship in the training room. Grabbing your gear, you headed there with determination in your step, determined to make the most of your time while the team was away on the mission.

Inside the gym, you started with some intense punching and kicking exercises. It felt great to release your anger, sadness, and disappointment through physical exertion. As you pummeled the sandbag, you couldn't help but imagine it as Bucky's face, channeling your frustration and resentment into each punch and kick. You unleashed your emotions on the inanimate object, giving it your all to cope with the overwhelming mix of feelings inside you.

Sweat dripped down your face, mixing with the occasional tear, but you didn't let up. You wiped away the sweat and tears from your face. "What" punch "Do" punch "I" kick "Have" punch "To" kick "Do" punch "To" punch "Prove" punch "To" punch "You" kick "That" kick "I'm" punch "Just" kick "As" kick "Good" kick "As" punch "Them" punch kick punch kick.

Why were you treated this way? What had you done to earn Bucky's disdain? How could you prove your worth to him? Frustration boiled inside you, reaching its peak as you let out a guttural scream, causing the sandbag to plummet from the force of your final blow.

Panting, you collapsed on the gym floor, you were exhausted and emotionally drained, but you felt a strange sense of relief. You clenched and unclenching your fists. You flexed your fingers and winced as the pain shot through them.

You chose to ignore the pain and you slowly got up from the gym floor. You knew you had pushed yourself too hard, but it was the only way you could vent your frustration and anger.

Limping, you made your way towards the bench where you had left your belongings. The room felt heavy with the echo of your pounding. Your trembling hand found the familiar coolness of your water bottle, and you clutched it tightly, taking a long, refreshing gulp. The cool liquid soothed your parched throat.

Just as you were catching your breath, Bucky unexpectedly strolled into the room. His presence surprised you, you hadn't expected anyone else to be there, especially not him.

His gaze, sharp and perceptive, honed in on your movements, "Still trying to prove yourself, huh?" he remarked, his words hanging in the air like a challenge, his tone laced with doubt.

You met his gaze defiantly, refusing to back down even in the face of his skepticism. "I don't need to prove anything to anyone, including you," you replied, your voice steady despite the ache in your body. "I'm just making sure I'm ready for whatever comes our way. Maybe you should worry less about what I'm doing and more about why you're not on the mission with the rest of the team."

Bucky's expression remained inscrutable, his indifference a stark contrast to your determination. He nonchalantly shrugged, an aloof response to your pointed words.

Letting out an exasperated sigh, you couldn't help but roll your eyes, your frustration with him boiling over. "Whatever, Barnes. Keep your doubts to yourself."

You began packing up your belongings, a clear signal that you were ready to depart from his presence. You suspected he was still watching you, his intense gaze never wavering, but you wanted nothing more than to distance yourself from him. It felt like he was deliberately keeping you from the mission, and the resentment simmered within you.

After finishing packing, you headed towards the exit, but Bucky halted you by grabbing your hand. You turned around, irritation clear in your eyes. "What do you want, Barnes?" you snapped, trying to pull your hand away. “What the hell? Let me go!”

Ignoring your protest, he led you back to the training area, placing you in front of him. An uneasy feeling settled in your stomach. Did he intend to spar with you? The uncertainty hung heavily in the air, making the atmosphere tense.

You stood your ground, your nervousness growing with every passing second. "What? Scared?" Bucky teased, a mocking smirk playing on his lips.

You resisted the urge to roll your eyes, refusing to let his taunts unnerve you. You managed a fake smile and replied, "Of you? No. Why would I be?" Determined not to show any fear.

Bucky's smirk widened as he said, "Well, you should be." He locked eyes with you and asked, "Ready?" The challenge in his tone was clear.

You took another deep breath, squared your shoulders, and met his gaze head-on. "Alright, Bucky. I'm game. What's the plan?" Your voice remained steady, even as your nerves continued to buzz beneath the surface.

Bucky's lips curved into a smirk. He motioned towards the training mats, his movements smooth and practiced. "Just try to land a hit on me."

Without a moment's warning, he lunged at you, his attack swift and precise. You barely managed to block it in time, the impact sending a jolt through your arms.

Taking a moment to catch your breath, you felt a sting to your pride. "Just one hit?" you questioned, a mixture of disbelief and defiance in your voice. Did he genuinely doubt your abilities? Determination flared in your eyes as you prepared to prove him wrong.

He chuckled, a mischievous glint in his eye. "Don't get ahead of yourself, doll. Come on, you're starting to bore me." You gritted your teeth and launched into your counterattack.

The atmosphere in the training room grew tense as you continued your attempts to land a hit on Bucky. Each time you launched an attack, he seemed to anticipate your every move, effortlessly blocking your punches and kicks. It was as if he had an innate ability to read your intentions, and it left you feeling frustrated and somewhat helpless.

With each failed attempt, Bucky's smirk grew wider, and he let out a low chuckle. "Come on, Y/N," he taunted, his tone dripping with playful mockery. "You've got to do better than that if you want to stand a chance."

His words stung, and they fueled your determination. You were well aware that Bucky was pushing your buttons, trying to rile you up, but you refused to let it show. You had a point to prove, not only to him but to yourself as well.

You decided to take another shot, launching into a new round of attacks, hoping to catch Bucky off guard. But just like before, he expertly caught your wrist each time, preventing your strikes from connecting. Frustration gnawed at you, and you let out an audible groan each time he effortlessly pinned your arms behind your back and pushed you back.

Bucky didn't hold back with his taunts either. "Is that the best you've got, doll?" he prodded, his gaze locked onto yours. "I've seen other recruits do better. What happened to all those praises they were singing about you?"

Taking a deep breath, you tried to surprise him with a sudden kick, but Bucky saw through your move. He even managed to catch your legs mid-kick, causing you to lose your balance and tumble to the ground.

His voice dripped with mock disappointment as he quipped, "Doll, I expected better than that. That was just plain bad."

You took a deep breath, frustration fueling your determination. This time, you decided to go all out. You lunged at him with full force, no holding back, hoping to land a solid hit. His dodge and blocks were frustratingly precise, but you didn't give in.

Finally, you managed to back him into a wall, and you saw an opening. You went for a powerful kick, but he swiftly caught your leg, pulling it towards him. Before you knew it, you were pinned against the wall, your front pressed firmly against the hard surface.

"Doll, nice try," Bucky said, his tone edged with approval, "but you've still got long ways to go."

You groaned as he pinned you to the wall, frustrated since you couldn't beat him. "Fuck!"

He chuckled lowly, and you could feel the heat radiating off his body, his face mere inches from yours. "Language, sweetheart."

The feeling of his body pressed against yours sent tingles down your spine, and you tried to keep your breathing under control, your cheeks flushing.

Bucky seemed to notice your blush and couldn't resist a teasing remark. He leaned in even closer, his voice dripping with playful mischief. “What's the matter, doll? Is it too hot in here?" he teased, pressing himself closer to you.

Your blush deepened as he teased you, and you turned your head away from him, not able to meet his gaze. "You know what? You're seriously annoying."

Bucky's smile only grew wider, and he didn't let up. "Aw, come on, doll. Getting all worked up because you can't keep up?" he goaded, his warm breath tickling your neck. His face was even closer now, his eyes dark with a look you'd never seen before.

You huffed in exasperation, determined not to let his teasing get the best of you. "I can keep up just fine, thank you very much," you shot back, your competitive spirit coming to the forefront.

Bucky chuckled, the sound low and deep, sending a delightful shiver down your spine. "Well then," he challenged, his tone inviting. "Prove it. Try to break free from my hold."

Your breath caught in your throat at the suggestion, a rush of adrenaline surging through your veins. "Okay," you agreed, your tone confident. You decided to take Bucky's challenge head-on.

With a swift and calculated move, you attempted to break free from his hold, using all the skills you had acquired during your training with the Avengers. Bucky, ever the skilled fighter, didn't make it easy, but you were determined not to give in.

You tried and tried, but you couldn't seem to break free from his strong hold. You were both sweating, the effort causing the air around you to grow thicker and heavier. You could feel his chest pressed against your body, muscles flexing as he maintained the firm grip he had on you.

Finally, after what felt like hours, you were both breathing heavily, neither of you willing to give in. In that moment, with your bodies pressed together and the heat between you almost unbearable, something changed. You felt his hold on you loosen slightly, and you took the opportunity to spin around, pinning him to the wall.

A surprised chuckle escaped his lips, clearly caught off guard by your sudden move. His eyes, filled with desire, locked onto yours, and the tension between you seemed to reach a boiling point.

You couldn't help but smirk as you managed to gain the upper hand, "Huh, I wi-" But before you could finish, he swiftly turned the tables, pinning you back against the wall.

He chuckled, his voice low and husky. "Not quite, doll." He leaned in close, his breath hot against your ear. "Never let your guard down until you know your opponent is truly defeated," he whispered, his voice low.

You gasped, feeling the cool metal of his arm pressing against your skin. "You were saying?" he murmured, his voice low and husky. He leaned in close, his breath hot against your ear.

You bit your lip, feeling the tension between you reach a fever pitch. He leaned in close, his breath hot against your ear. "Never let your guard down until you know your opponent is truly defeated," he whispered, the words sending a shiver down your spine.

Your frustration bubbled up, and you couldn't help but shake your head in response. "That's not fair!" you protested, your voice tinged with exasperation. "I managed to break free from your hold. Doesn't that count for something?"

He chuckled, "Not it doesn't. You've still got a lot to learn. I could've easily gotten the upper hand on you again. The moment you let your guard down is the moment you lose the fight."

You clenched your jaw and stared into his blue eyes, not backing down from his challenge. "Okay enough with the taunting. I'm not afraid of you, Barnes."

His lips were so close, you could feel his breath against your skin. "You should be, doll," he murmured, his voice low and husky, sending a delicious shiver down your spine.

A moment passed between the two of you, and then, as if a dam had broken, he kissed you hard, it made you surprised, you gasped on his mouth and felt his tongue exploring you.

Your heart was pounding, the excitement building as you kissed him back. You tangled your fingers in his hair, pulling him closer as the heat between you grew.

"God, Y/N," he groaned against your mouth. His metal hand reached for your thighs, lifting you up effortlessly, wrapping your legs around his waist. He pressed you harder against the wall, his hips grinding against yours. You moaned at the friction, feeling your body responding to his touch.

The training room was forgotten as the two of you gave in to your desires, the heat between you driving you both wild. You knew it was a bad idea, but in that moment, you didn't care. All that mattered was the pleasure, the heat, the intensity of it all.

"Bucky..." You panted, feeling his lips and teeth exploring your neck, his tongue licking you, tasting you.

The sound of his name on your lips sent him over the edge, and he couldn't hold back anymore. His hands found their way under your yoga pants, gripping your ass. He bit down on your lip, drawing a small moan from you. You could feel him smile into the kiss.

"Fuck, doll. You like this? Me fucking you against the wall?" he groaned against your mouth.

You nodded, unable to form any coherent words. “Tell me, do you want more?"

"Yes," you breathed, your body trembling with need.

"Tell me," he ordered, his voice husky with desire.

"I want you, Bucky…. please."

"Beg for it," he growled, his hands moving to the front of your yoga pants. He tugged them down, the cold air hitting your wet core, his hand quickly finding its way between your thighs. You arched into his touch, desperate for more.

"Fuck, doll," he muttered, his fingers slipping into your panties, finding your wetness. "So fucking wet for me.” His fingers slid inside you, making you gasp, your hips bucking against him. "Is this what you want, doll?"

"Yes!" you cried out, your hands grasping at his shirt, trying to pull him closer. "Please," you moaned, your hips bucking against his.

He pumped his fingers in and out of you, his thumb rubbing circles around your clit, making you writhe and moan beneath him. "Such a good girl," he murmured, his free hand coming up to grip your breast. He groped you hard, squeezing and massaging you through your sports bra.

"Put your hands up," he commanded, pulling his fingers out of you. You complied, your hands reaching above your head. He pulled up your bra, exposing your breasts to him.

"Such a pretty little thing," he whispered, his breath hot against your ear. He took one of your nipples into his mouth, his tongue flicking over the sensitive bud. You moaned, your hips bucking against him as he sucked and nibbled on your breasts.

"So responsive," he chuckled, his hand reaching between your legs once again, his fingers dipping into your wetness. "Such a wet little girl. You're dripping for me."

"You like this?" He growled, his fingers rubbing your clit, his thumb sliding up and down your slick folds. He chuckled, the sound sending shivers down your spine, "Tell me were you already wet when we started sparring? Did you want me to pin you against the wall? To fuck you hard?"

You couldn't respond, the pleasure was too much. You were teetering on the edge, ready to fall over at any moment. "Please, Bucky..." you gasped, your hips grinding against his hand, desperately seeking release.

"You're a naughty girl, aren't you? You want me to fuck you, right here, in the training room, where anyone could walk in and see us?"

He was right, you didn't even think of that possibility. You shook your head, "No.. of course not... it's just the heat of the moment... It's just... we're alone right now."

"You sure about that, doll? Cause I'm pretty sure I heard someone walk by a few minutes ago. What if it was Clint? Or worse, what if it was Fury? I bet he would love to see this. His little protégé, getting fucked by the Winter Soldier."

You froze, your eyes wide.

"You know what?" He chuckled, "Let's put on a show for them. Let them watch. Let them see how you beg and scream for me."

“Cat’s got your tongue doll? Where are all the firey comebacks now? Nothing to say?” Your mind was in a state of shock. You tried to think, who was it? But Bucky was stroking you at a relentless pace, his thumb rubbing circles on your clit.

"You want me to make you cum, doll? To make you scream my name?"

"Yes," you panted, you didn’t care anymore, all you wanted was release. Your body trembling as he drove you closer to the edge.

He reached up, gripping your chin, his eyes locking onto yours. "I've wanted to fuck your attitude out of you ever since you came to the compound, doll,” he said, his voice husky with lust. "Watching you fight, all that fire, all that passion, it makes me so fucking hard. You have no idea how many times I've wanted to take you right here, to show you who's in control."

You couldn't take it anymore, the pleasure building, "I'm so close... Bucky," you moaned. You were so close, and he was taking you to new heights. You couldn't stop yourself, you could feel yourself losing control.

"Yeah I can tell, you're tightening around my fingers. Are you going to be a good girl and cum for me? Beg for it, and maybe I'll let you," he teased, his fingers still pumping in and out of you, faster and faster, sending you over the edge.

"Please, Bucky..." you cried, your hips bucking against his hand.

He pulled his fingers out of you, and you whined in frustration. "What the hell, Barnes?”

"Now, now," he tsked, his fingers trailing down your stomach, and stopping at your hip. "You don't get to come until I say so, doll," he ordered, his voice low and dangerous.

"But, please, I'm so close," you begged, the frustration almost unbearable.

"I know, but you need to learn who's in charge, and it's not you," he said, his fingers tracing circles around your clit, making you moan. "You have to obey my orders, Y/N."

"What the fuck, Barnes!" You screamed at him feeling angry at how he toyed with you. "What the hell is wrong with you?"

He grabbed your hair and pulled it down making you winched in pain, "What did you fucking say to me?" He grabbed it harder when you didn’t answer him.

"Ouch." You winced in pain.

Bucky's eyes darkened and he tightened his grip. “First, you need to watch that mouth of yours." He was breathing heavily, his voice rough and commanding. "Or I'm going to shove my dick in it and put you in your place." he warned, his hand moving to grip your hair, forcing you to look up at him.

You gulped down at his threat. There was no mistaking the promise in his voice, but your pussy clenched at the thought of taking him into your mouth.

"Second," he continued, his grip loosening slightly. "You need to learn that you don't get to question my orders, doll. You're going to be a good girl and listen."

You stared at him, unable to speak. He was serious.

"Answer me Y/N or I will leave you here, frustrated and wanting more," He threatened.

You could feel the heat pooling in your belly, his dominance and authority turning you on even more.

"Yes please, I'll obey," you said, your voice shaking slightly.

"Good girl, that’s more like it," he murmured, his metal hand coming up to caress your cheek. Bucky leaned closer and kissed your lips, his tongue sliding inside your mouth. He was sucking on your tongue and nibbling on your lips, his teeth digging into the soft flesh of your mouth. He kissed your cheek and moved down to your neck.

"Now, where are we?" He asked, his fingers back on your clit, rubbing in slow, agonizing circles. He was torturing you, teasing you.

He smiled wickedly, his hand moving from your clit and slipping inside you. He pushed two fingers inside your core and began pumping them. He started moving his hand faster and faster, the sound of his fingers sliding in and out filling the air.

You wanted to scream and yell at him, but you were unable to speak, the pleasure and the need for release overwhelming. You were panting and moaning, your eyes closed shut as you were trying not to come.

"Not yet." he growled. He pushed a third fingers inside your core and began pumping them. He started moving his hand faster and faster, the sound of his fingers sliding in and out filling the air.

"Beg," he commanded, his voice firm.

"Please, please, please, Bucky," you whimpered.

"Louder," he ordered.

"Please!" you whimpered, the desire and need taking over. "Please, Bucky, fuck my pussy and let me come," you begged. You felt your inside tightening, you need to come right now.

Bucky leaned closer and kissed you again, his tongue pushing its way into your mouth, exploring every inch. He moaned into your mouth, his fingers still pumping into you, his thumb circling your clit. "No," he said, and your eyes snapped open, meeting his blue ones. He smirked, seeing that you were close. "If you come before I tell you, I will punish you, doll."

Your eyes widened and your whole body shook with fear.

"Do you understand?" He asked, his fingers slowly pumping inside you.

"Yes, yes, I understand."

He chuckled, "You're a needy little slut, aren't you? You'd beg for my cock too, wouldn't you?"

"Yes," you moaned, the word falling from your lips without a second thought. "Please, Bucky, I need to come. I need your cock inside me, fucking me hard and fast," you begged, the words tumbling from your lips.

"That's a good girl," he murmured, his fingers picking up their pace. "You're gonna cum for me now, doll. You're gonna cum all over my fingers, and then, when you've recovered, you're gonna get on your knees and suck my cock. And when I'm ready, I'm gonna fuck you, and I'm gonna make you scream my name."

You moaned loudly as his fingers brought you closer to the edge, his words sending a thrill through you.

"You'd like that wouldn't you, doll? Having my cock buried deep inside you, fucking you senseless?"

"Yes, yes, yes," you panted, the pleasure building. He added another finger and curled them inside you, hitting your g-spot, and you gasped.

"That's it, Y/N," he groaned, his fingers moving faster. "Come for me. Let me hear you."

"I... I'm gonna..." you moaned, the pleasure building in your body. You couldn't hold back any longer, the pleasure overwhelming you,

"Come now!," he ordered his fingers working even faster, and suddenly, you exploded.

"BUCKY!" You screamed, your body shaking violently as waves of pleasure washed over you. Your body was trembling, and your juices were flowing freely down his fingers

"Such a good girl," he praised, his fingers slowing, drawing out the last of your orgasm, licking them clean. “Delicious," he murmured.

You panted, your body still shaking from the intensity of the orgasm. He lowered you to the floor, your legs shaky from the intense pleasure.

Bucky chuckled, seeing the confusion on your face. "Don't worry, doll," he said, leaning down and kissing you. "We're just getting started."

"On your knees," he commanded, his voice husky with desire.

Your knees trembled and you looked up at him. His eyes were dark, his pupils dilated with lust. You could see his cock straining against the fabric of his pants. You did as you were told, dropping to your knees. You looked up at him, your eyes locking onto his.

"Open your mouth," he ordered, and you obeyed. "Suck my cock." His voice firm and authoritative

Your eyes widened and your cheeks flushed with embarrassment as you watched him slowly unzip his pants, his thick, hard cock springing free. You stared at him for a moment, taking in the sight of him. The serum must did something to him, as his member was definitely bigger than any man you'd seen before.

"Now," he ordered, his voice low and commanding. "Don't be shy," he coaxed, his eyes dark with lust.

You slowly reached up and grasped his thick shaft in your hand, feeling the hot, smooth skin, marveling at the size of him. You felt a jolt of excitement run through your body as you stroked his length, feeling him twitch in your hand. You could feel yourself growing wet as you continued to stroke his cock, his member growing even harder under your touch.

His fingers tangling in your hair "Now, put my cock in your pretty mouth, doll," he said, his voice thick with desire.

You lowered your head and opened your mouth, wrapping your lips around the tip of his cock. You licked the tip of his cock, swirling your tongue around it, tasting his salty pre-cum. He groaned, his hips bucking as you took more of his cock into your mouth, bobbing your head up and down.

You hummed around him, the vibration making him moan. His fingers tangled in your hair, pulling at the roots as you worked your mouth up and down his shaft, his cock hitting the back of your throat.

You felt a surge of pleasure run through your body as you sucked his cock, loving the taste and feel of him in your mouth. You could feel his grip tightening on your hair as you continued to suck him, your tongue dancing along his length.

You didn't have any practice beforehand, but you are naturally gifted hearing praises, such as "Mmm, that's it.”, "Just like that.", “Fuck, you are good.” and the way his thighs trembled beside your ears were a tell-tale sign that you were doing great.

"You look so good like this," he moaned, his hand holding onto the back of your head, guiding your mouth over his cock. "I've imagined you sucking me off before."

His words made you moan around him, the vibrations sending shockwaves of pleasure through his body.

"You're taking my cock so well, like you were made for it."

You whimpered around him, his cock hitting the back of your throat once again. The feeling of his cock throbbing in your mouth, the taste of him, and the way he praised you were pushing you closer to the edge.

"God, your mouth feels so fucking good," he moaned, his hips thrusting as he fucked your mouth. "Such a good little slut, aren't you, doll?"

You felt your pussy clench at his words, your arousal growing with every stroke of his cock. You bobbed your head faster, taking him deeper into your mouth, loving the sounds of his moans.

His fingers tugged at your hair, the pain and pleasure mixing together to send another rush of pleasure through your body. You moaned around him, the sound vibrating through his cock, causing him to thrust deeper into your mouth.

You whimpered, your eyes watering as he pounded into your mouth. You could barely breathe, his thick cock stretching your throat as he fucked your mouth. Your pussy throbbed, your arousal coating your thighs as he mouth-fucked you.

"Oh yeah, you love this, don't you?" He groaned. "You love choking on my cock." As he thrust his cock into your mouth, his hands travelled to your breast, squeezing them hard, making you moan.

He groaned as you continued to suck, his grip on your hair tightening, the pain sending another wave of pleasure through your body. He was fucking your mouth ruthless, the wet slurping sounds were the only sound in the room. And the sounds he was making was almost enough to make you cum.

It became harder to breath with each stroke of his cock meeting the back of your throat, tears pricked in the corners of your eyes, the pain and pleasure mixing together.

He looked down at you, the sight of your mouth around his cock was almost enough to make him cum. He pulled out of your mouth with a loud pop, leaving you gasping for breath and tears running down your face.

"Look at you, what a mess you are," he smirked, his eyes raking over your body. "You're such a dirty girl, aren't you?"

You felt your face flush, his words making your pussy ache with need. You whimpered, the need to be filled by his cock becoming unbearable.

"Do you want me to fuck you, doll? Do you want me to fuck you so hard, you can't walk tomorrow?"

You moaned, your body trembling with anticipation. "Yes, please," you begged, your voice hoarse. "Please, fuck me, Bucky." You couldn’t think straight, you had no filter, you were just saying whatever came to mind.

He grabbed a fistful of your hair and yanked your head back. "Say it," he growled, his eyes dark and dangerous.

"Please, Bucky," you said, your voice pleading.

"Try better than that," he said, his voice firm.

"Please fuck me, Sergeant," you whimpered, your voice laced with desperation. "Please fuck me hard and fast until I can't walk. Please use me however you want."

He smiled wickedly. "Your words, not mine. Be careful for what you wish for, doll."

He shoved you onto the floor, his body looming over you. "On the floor. On all fours now," he ordered, his voice stern and commanding.

You scrambled to comply, getting onto your hands and knees. Your heart racing as he positioned himself behind you.

"Spread your legs," he said, and you complied.

He knelt behind you, his hands roaming over your body, caressing your skin. You could feel his hands on your hips, his cock rubbing against your wetness.

"Do you have any idea what I'm going to do to you, Y/N?" He whispered, his voice low and husky.

You stayed quiet waiting for him. "I'm gonna make you scream and beg for me, I'm gonna make you forget everything, except my name."

His words sent a shiver through your body, his tone full of dominance and power.

"And when I'm done with you, you'll never forget me, Y/N. You'll always remember me, remember the way I made you feel."

You could feel his hardness pressing against your entrance, teasing you, tormenting you. His hands running over your ass. "But I'm not gonna go easy on you. You understand?"

"Yes," you moaned, your voice breathy. "I understand."

"Good girl," he said, and with that, he pushed his cock inside of you, filling you completely. You cried out, your body quivering as he stretched you. "Such a tight little cunt," he groaned, his hips snapping against you, his cock buried deep inside of you. "So fucking perfect."

You cried out, the pain and pleasure mixing together.

"Fuck, you're so tight," he grunted, his hands gripping your hips tightly. He started to move, his pace slow and steady, his cock stretching you with each thrust.

"Oh god," you moaned, your voice echoing in the room.

"You like that, Y/N?" As he slammed his cock into you, his voice full of lust.

"Yes," you moaned, the sensation driving you wild.

"That's right, doll, take my cock," he growled, his fingers digging into your hips. "Take all of it." He was rough, his pace fast and unforgiving, his cock filling you to the brim with every thrust. You cried out, the pleasure and pain mingling into a sweet symphony.

You moaned, your body shaking as he fucked you. He was pounding into you, his cock hitting all the right spots. Your body was on fire, your mind lost in a haze of lust and desire. "Who's pussy is this?," He asked.

"It's yours," you gasped, your body trembling.

"Say it again," he commanded, his thrusts growing faster and harder.

"It's yours," you repeated, your voice barely above a whisper.

"Fucking right it is," he growled, his voice low and husky.

He was pounding into you, his pace relentless. The room filled with the sound of skin slapping against skin, the smell of sex hanging heavy in the air.

He yanked your hair, forcing your head back and you whimpered. He kissed you, his tongue invading your mouth. His teeth dug into your bottom lip, making you moan.

"Who's a dirty little slut?" He demanded, his hips slapping against yours.

"Me," you gasped, the pleasure threatening to overwhelm you. "I'm a dirty little slut, Bucky."

"That's right," he growled, his grip on your hair tightening. "You're my dirty little slut, and I'm gonna fucking ruin you. You’re fucking mine."

Your body trembled, your muscles tensing as his cock slammed into you. You could feel the pleasure building, the pressure mounting inside of you. You were so close, and you needed him to finish you off. "Oh god, I’m so close," you begged, your voice desperate and needy.

"Not yet," he snarled, his grip on your hair tightening. "You'll cum when I say so, and not a moment before."

"Please," you begged, the pleasure becoming almost unbearable. "Please let me cum, Bucky."

"Soon, doll," he promised, his thrusts becoming more erratic. "Very soon." He knew you almost came and he decided to torture you further when his fingers finding your clit and he pressed down hard.

You cried out, the pleasure and pain becoming too much. "Oh god," you whimpered, your body trembling. "Please, I can't take it."

He slammed his cock into you, his balls slapping against your clit. "Yes, you can," he growled. "And you will."

You whimpered, the pressure inside of you reaching a breaking point. "Bucky, please please please," you begged, the pleasure threatening to consume you.

"Now," he commanded, his voice harsh and commanding. "Cum for me, doll."

You cried out, the pleasure exploding throughout your body. Your walls clenched around his cock, your muscles spasming. Your mind went blank, the world around you fading away. Your body was shaking uncontrollably as he fucked you through your orgasm, his hips snapping against you, his cock pounding into you.

You were exhausted, your body drained of energy. He continued to fuck you, his pace slowing slightly.

He slapped your ass, the sting of his hand sending a jolt of pleasure through your body. "Such a good little slut," he growled, his hips slamming against yours. "Taking my cock so well."

"Bucky," you moaned, the pleasure building once again. "Please, I can't take anymore."

"Yes, you can," he said, his voice low and husky. He slapped your ass again, harder this time. "You're going to cum for me again, doll."

"No," you protested weakly, your body trembling with exhaustion.

“Yes," he growled, his thrusts becoming more intense. "You will." His metal hand sliding up your stomach, between your breasts, and around your throat.

Your body arched, pushing your hips further onto his cock. The sound of his ragged breaths mixed with yours as you both raced towards your climaxes. "I'm close, Y/N. So fucking close."

His hands pinched your nipples, sending another shock of pleasure through your body. He sucked on them, the sensation almost too much for you. You whimpered, his lips capturing yours again. Your tongues swirled around each other, tasting, devouring.

His cock slid in and out of you, his pace quickening. His moans and growls echoed around you as his orgasm neared. He was so close. So was you.

"Please, Bucky," you begged, your pussy clenching around his length.

He tightened his grip on your throat and slammed his hips into yours. His free hand slid down to your clit, his thumb rubbing circles over it. His eyes meeting yours. his hips slapping against yours, his cock hitting all the right spots.

"Cum with me, doll. Don't close your eyes. I want to see those pretty eyes as you come apart."

Your entire body shuddered, his command sending you over the edge. Your walls fluttered around his length, milking him of his seed. Your body trembled, your muscles spasming as you rode out the waves of ecstasy. His breath becoming ragged as his own release neared.

"Fuck," he groaned, his hips slapping against you. "Your cunt is so fucking perfect."

"God, yes," you moaned, the pleasure threatening to overwhelm you.

He slammed into you, his pace becoming erratic as he neared his release. "Oh god," he moaned, his hips snapping against yours. "I'm gonna cum."

"Yes, Bucky. Cum inside me," you whimpered, your voice barely above a whisper.

Your words were enough to send him over the edge.

He growled, his grip on your hair tightening as he pounded into you, his cock filling you completely. He groaned as he cum, his body shuddering as his release washed over him.

"That's right," he groaned, his body going limp. "Take all of it." You felt him twitch inside of you, his hot release spilling into you.

You slumped forward, your body spent as it slick with sweat and cum. You could hear Bucky panting behind you, his chest heaving. You rested your forehead against the floor, trying to catch your breath. You had never been fucked so thoroughly in your life. Your muscles were sore and tired, your pussy throbbing.

Bucky was still inside of you, his cock softening. He pulled out, his cum spilling out of you. You could feel his cum leaking from your pussy, dripping down your thighs. "Look at that," he whispered, his voice thick with satisfaction. "Such a pretty sight." He slid a finger between your folds, collecting the sticky mess, then he pushed it back inside you. You let out a small whimper as he slowly pumped it in and out.

Bucky turned you around, your head falling back against the floor. His face hovered above yours, his blue eyes burning with lust. He looked down at you, before he could say anything, you both heard footsteps approaching.

You were panicking as someone could see you in such state, strangely, Bucky seemed unfazed, his expression steady despite the unexpected interruption. Then the next thing made your heart skipped as you heard the doorknob turning. You could only pray the ground to swallow you whole.

Hey everyone, I hope you enjoyed the story! Apologies if the ending didn't meet your expectations, I'm considering a Part 2, but I'd love to hear your thoughts. I'm open to any feedback for improvement. Your input means a lot.

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OP81 | Spider | Blurb

oscarpiastri x fem!reader

Summary: You just wanted to take a shower, but you're disturbed by a horrible spider.

Warning: spider description!!!

A/n: I struggle to write that because spiders are my number one phobia and just thinking about it is killing me.

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The heat of Australia knocks you down a little more each day and the nights are real hell. Between Oscar sticking to you, because he's used to it, and the mosquitoes who are attacking you, you thought you were at the end of your rope.

You step into the bathroom, ready to take a cold shower, in a hope to cool yourself down. You tie your hair into a horrible bun and look at yourself in the mirror for a few seconds. Your skin is much tanner, but still not used to the harsh sun of the southern equator. You run your hand over your face and notice how oily and rough it is. You remove your clothes, careful not to touch the areas where your skin is red, burning. You leave them on the ground, near those that Oscar left the day before, and you turn towards the shower.

As you were about to go inside, your whole body froze. So this hell will never end? You take a long look at the horrible black and hairy creature that is at the bottom of the bathtub. Its eight legs are frozen to the ground and its eyes are fixed on you. Neither you nor the spider dare to move. Your heart beats fast and you feel your legs start to shake. You open your mouth but nothing comes out, as if your voice is blocked. Then, finally, as the spider begins to walk towards you, a shrill cry finally escapes from your throat.

You walk backwards desperately, until your back meets the wall. Your eyes never leave the spider as you feel this horrible feeling of a spider walking all over your body.

''OSCAAAAR'' You scream a second time, hoping your boyfriend can hear you across the big house. In less than a minute, someone opens the door in a big 'boum' and Oscar takes you in his arms to move you away.

''Y/n! You're ok!?'' He places both hands on your cheeks and turns your head to either side, as if to check if you have any injury. ''Why did you scream? Are you in pain? Did you fall?'' He debited his words, as if the end of the world has fallen on you.

''Spider..'' Is all you manage to say, still in shock from the big hairy bug you just saw.

''Spider?'' Repeat Oscar, with a once of worries in his eyes.

Oscar isn't really afraid of spiders. He is accustomed. But just knowing it's a spider doesn't help much. It can be a black widow or a small house spider.

He wraps your towel around you, to prevent you from catching a cold (even if the heat in the room definitely prevents you from it.) and heads towards the bathtub.

He starts giggling when he sees the 'little' spider at the bottom of the bathtub, desperately trying to get out.

''What are you doing there...'' He starts talking to the spider while grabbing it by its two back legs.

''WHAT THE HELL OSCAR!?'' You scream as he shows you the spider with a smirk. ''It's a Huntsman. They are harmless.''

''AH HUNTSMAN!? ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME!?'' The horrible creature starts moving in all directions and tries to get out of the grip of Oscar's fingers but can do nothing.

The Australian uses his other hand to open the bathroom window and places the spider on the sill. It takes the opportunity to run and hide in the bushes below.

''Welcome in Australia, honey.'' He giggled again and leaned to hug her but she walked back.

''Wash your hand before touching me, I don't wanna have baby spiders on my skin.'' Oscar rolls his eyes and quickly runs his hands under the water before forcing you into a hug. You struggle slightly but eventually let yourself go and he kisses your forehead.

''Go take that shower, my mum and sis want to show you Sidney.'' You groan slightly but he finally lets go of you and leaves the bathroom to give you your moment of privacy alone.

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36 hours | natasha romanoff

synopsis: set between civil war and black widow, your love for natasha, and her patience for your return, is tested beyond what the both of you had ever gone through before.

natasha romanoff x spider!reader

word count: 3.9k words

a/n: this is a bit messy but i felt the need to draw a general timeline for the characters of is there someone else? and your sweater. i admit i have grown a sort of attachment for the two from there, but i also wanted to know if you guys want more stories / blurbs / headcannons for these two, or whether i should try new things. let me know?

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36 hours. 36 hours to bring in a known fugitive, a possible terrorist, and his dear accomplice steve rogers. it was barely enough time.

and here tony was, making you wait outside of a window of an apartment in queens, waiting for the perfect time to, in his words, swing in and show the kid what he’s made of. you remembered telling him that you would show him what you were made of if he didn’t make it quick.

you dared to sneak a look into the bedroom the moment tony managed to sneak the kid away. he was barely fifteen. but the impressive speed that he caught his jumbled, homemade suit with when tony opened the attic door showed skill no normal fifteen year old possessed.

“you’re spider-boy?”

“...spider-man.” the boy replied, and at tony’s snap of his fingers, you slipped in, standing behind him for support as the boy gawked at your entrance.

“mm,” tony remarked, “this is our spider. you see her in a onesie like yours?”

the boy took time to rake his eyes through your advanced technical suit, crafted through years of precision and “user”-testing in the fights and missions you had managed to get injured from. every flaw was covered, every inch of space for injury accounted for.

you looked past tony to the video of the boy saving a car from crashing onto a bus, before swinging away at lightning speed. “how’d you figure out the perfect formula for the tensile strength?”

“i…”

“i like the goggles too,” you snatched the suit away from tony’s amused smirk, “good attempt at keeping the focus. sensory overload, right?”

the boy nodded. “you’re just like me. you get me.”

“i get you.” you replied, “but you’re in dire need of an upgrade.”

you stepped back this time, and watched as tony began his over-explanation, oversimplification, of the situation at hand. the kid watched with wide eyes, clinging on to every word he said, while you rubbed the material of his homemade suit between your fingers, wondering how you were going to teach him every single upgrade and function of the new suit you had designed just for him in 36 hours.

36 hours to capturing steve and bucky, and 36 hours to fixing things with natasha.

you couldn’t wait.

“i still think tony’s going a little overboard,” natasha muttered to you, arms crossed at the back of the quinjet.

you approached, the low hum of the jet preventing you from hearing her clearly earlier. she continued, “he’s ridden with guilt. he’s not thinking clearly.”

“but he’s still right.” you sat next to her, the atmosphere tense. you had been having this argument even since the idea had popped into tony’s head. “and you’re still here.”

“because i think the other side is more mistaken, not because he’s right.”

“steve is the one going overboard. he’s blinded by the love he has for his friend.”

“...weren’t you blinded by love before?” natasha accused, “for me, all those years ago?”

you were stunned for a moment. natasha knew she made a valid point. but then, you reaffirmed, “it’s different. steve made a mistake, we shouldn’t be the ones deciding who lives and who dies. i should’ve forced him to sign the accords when i had the chance.”

the sight of the airport drew nearer and nearer. in front of you, you saw peter fidget nervously in his new upgraded suit.

–

you were wrapping webs round and round the suddenly enlarged ant-man, one of his hands gripping rhodey. with an agreement for peter to strike ant-man’s legs, the giant soon fell to his knees with his entire lower half webbed, groaning when the war machine broke free from his hold.

in your peripheral vision, you saw natasha running after steve and bucky, her words ringing in your mind as you instructed peter to finish off ant-man from getting back up again. a thumbs-up was sent his way when he did, the smile on his face reaching his ears.

weren't you blinded by love before?

you hoped she would do the right thing, as you returned your attention to helping tony take down wanda and clint.

but even as you fought, her words kept coming back to your head, and by the time steve and bucky were mere seconds away from the quinjet, you made up your mind to zip to natasha to check in on her.

weren’t you blinded by love before?

you watched in horror as she stunned the black panther, him spasming and dropping to his knees. you watched with even more horror as she let the fugitives go, steve helping bucky climb into the quinjet and starting the engine. when steve shut the latch of the jet, he made eye contact with you hanging off the hangar, and nodded in thanks. he knew you were letting him go, too.

mostly, you were even more horrified at your automatic reaction to catch t’challa from lunging at her, forcing him to the ground as his claws barely missed her face. in consequence, his own claws tore through your suit instead, the vibranium stronger than the nano-technology defences you had designed the suit with.

you seethed in pain as the claws came back doused with blood, the burning on your back sure to leave a definite scar as it hit the cold air.

you struck a web to his face, before throwing him off of you and quickly webbing him to the wall of the hangar.

natasha felt your hands shaking her just moments later, still in shock that you had jumped in to help, and save her.

“the webs are not going to hold him for long, nat,” you said when her eyes managed to refocus on you, “and you just obstructed justice. you need to go, now.”

“i…i couldn’t let them…” she stuttered.

“i know, i know,” you assured her. behind you, t’challa was breaking loose. “i’ll stay here and explain everything to them. but you need to run, and hide, for a while. tony told me he was planning to send anyone helping them to the raft. i can’t let you go there.”

“what about you?” her hands tried to stop the blood seeping through her fingers from your back, but you were firm.

“i’ll be okay. i’ll come find you after i’ve settled everything here and it’s safe for you to come back.”

“promise…?” natasha knew you were right, but her heart was saying otherwise. how could she possibly bear to leave you behind and deal with her consequences? how could she go anywhere without you by her side? how would she know you’ll come find her again?

“i promise. i love you.” you left room for no argument.

she was gone by the time the black panther broke free, the ghost of the feeling of her lips against yours still replaying in your mind.

–

ross’ face was possibly on the verge of exploding, listening to tony’s recounting of events and your, arguably non-convincing reasoning, of why chasing natasha would be a fool’s errand.

“her hand slipped. she was supposed to stun bucky, hit t’challa.”

“that’s not what t’challa said. and that’s why you’re handcuffed to the table now.” ross called through your bluff, “you’re lucky you’re not sitting in a cell in the raft at all.”

the chains against your handcuff clinked the table as you sighed, waiting for your own course of beration and punishment from the team.

somewhere out there, you hoped natasha was safe, and that she had successfully escaped ross’ team sent out to arrest her.

–

years ago, a few nights after you and natasha had made your relationship official, she had asked you where you would live, if you could live anywhere in the world.

“norway,” you replied.

“why?”

“i don’t know. seems like a nice place to be. it’s calm, quiet, relatively crime-free.”

“then you would be out of a job, you know?” natasha teased, her heart skipping a beat as you let out a laugh.

“i’ll find something else,” you assured her, “i’ll survive.”

you turned to her then, prompting the same question she had asked you. she had replied, “anywhere with you.”

–

now, you were currently hinging on the sole fact that all roads and clues pointed you to her being in norway.

it had been six months since the events of the team’s civil war, a week since you had begun using a fake passport to get on flights, and three hours since you have been driving along the gravel road where her trailer was supposed to be.

truth be told, you were nervous. you were afraid of natasha’s safety, and you worried whether she was blaming herself for losing the family she had grown to love in the past few years. and selfishly, you were mostly nervous if she had forgotten you and started a new life altogether.

but natasha no longer lived in the trailer by the time you got there; you found out upon hiding and attacking the first person that entered the trailer that wasn’t her. when he choked out bitterly that she had left just an hour before you arrived with another woman, your heart sank.

they had boarded a jet and flew off to find someone. he had been helping her throughout her being in hiding. he bothered to mention that she talked about you all the time. he told you that she was losing more hope of you coming back day by day

doesn’t matter. she has someone else now.

“is she…is the girl she’s with…” you stuttered for the first time in your life. the man across from you removed the ice pack he was using to nurse the bruise you gave him.

“i don’t know. didn’t seem like it, though.”

you nodded, at a loss of what to do. now what? you came to find her, she’s gone, you don’t know where or how else to look for. and she likely has someone else now, too.

what if natasha didn’t want you back?

mason looked at you then, almost in pity. you felt very bad for punching him to get information out of him.

“for what it’s worth, with the technology you have in your suit, i’m sure i can help link it to the approximate whereabouts of the aircraft.”

you looked up to him with hope, nervousness bubbling in your stomach again. “a-are you…?”

“fuck it, i’m sick of natasha bemoaning about missing you everyday. i’m going to help you find her.”

natasha sat by the oak-coloured bench as she stared across the table to yelena, equally donning a new getup as she. downing yet another bottle of beer, she wondered if yelena deserved to know about you, or whether she was only putting you in more danger. but then, she wondered selfishly, if you were even bothered to come find her at all.

it’s been six months after all. six months without her must have been pretty peaceful for you, with all the storms and misfortune she felt she had brought into your life. maybe it was for the better that you had chased her away. maybe you had wanted her to go, so you could move on with the life you had always wanted for yourself.

fuck. the alcohol was making her want to cry. everything about you made her want to cry. natasha missed you so much. the coldness of the spot in bed beside her each night, one less coffee mug she shared each morning, the empty space beside her when she needed someone to hold her.

she never knew how dependent she had gotten on you, until you had to be separated. you have truly changed her, inside and out, and while natasha could complain about it otherwise, deep down in her heart she knew she would not have it any other way.

how long more did she have to wait?

yelena gave her a weird look, and natasha excused herself to the bathroom. she couldn’t let her sister see her like this.

but in the five minutes that she was gone, natasha came back to an empty bench, with the shop she had bought the beers from deserted and the shutters shut. it was as if the owner had suddenly upped and ran.

upped and ran. fuck. they found her.

grabbing the gun holstered to her side, natasha called out slowly, “yelena…?”

silence. “yelena?”

nothing again. her aircraft was still there, and when she approached slowly, wary of her surroundings and any widows, the crunch her boot made with a branch underneath triggered the loudest scream she had ever heard.

in the next second, a blur of two figures landed before her, wrestling to get the upper hand. yelena was screaming with all her might, and above her…above her, natasha could recognise that suit anywhere.

it had her initials carved in the inner lining of the heart area, after all.

“where is she?!” your voice sounded raspier, deeper than she remembered. you sounded tired and wary, too.

but the hands pinning yelena down said otherwise, your strength overpowering hers as yelena tried desperately to free herself from under you. “where is what–asshole–!”

“where is natasha!” you pressed down on her neck, and at the choke yelena let out, the switch finally flipped in natasha.

she screamed your name, from metres away, and at the immediate recognition, you faltered, and shot your gaze to her direction. she knew you couldn’t see her clearly under the low light of the broken street lamps, but it was her.

the next thing you knew, though, the woman under you had wrenched a hand free and shot you in the neck with a widow bite. you cursed at the sting from the shock, but then all at once, darkness ensued. it definitely wasn’t the same widow bites natasha had designed over the years.

“you nearly killed my wife, yelena!”

“how was i supposed to know that was your wife? i didn't even know you had a wife!”

when you woke to, it was yelena, the woman who nearly tried killing you, that was by your side. when the world stopped spinning for a while, you recognised that you were in the very aircraft mason had told you about.

“hi,” you groaned lowly, fingers reaching for the spot that the blonde had shot the widow bite at. it was wrapped in a bandage.

“welcome back, my sister-in-law.”

this time, she offered you a hand, and you took it gratefully to shake it. “sorry i shot you earlier. to be fair, you did try to kill me too.”

“fair game.”

the door slid open then, and at the sight of natasha entering, holding onto a pile of makeshift medication and bandages, your heart managed to stop beating for a while, if possible.

her hair was longer, face a little more tired, worry lines etched into skin that was not so taut anymore. but still, she was your natasha, and she never looked more ethereal than in that moment.

yelena had to step out of the room at the ferocity and aggressiveness that natasha engulfed you with, the squeals that left her sister’s mouth one that she would never have imagined hearing.

“you came back, you came back!” natasha said in between tears of joy, as you hugged her even tighter. the nights with her pillows never replaced her body pressed against yours.

“of course, i promised you,” you reassured, “i’ll come find you.”

“i thought–i thought–you’d given up, or i should give up,” she said between hiccups, sobs leaving her now at the incredulity of it all, “i thought you finally realised you were better off without me and–”

“nat,” you pulled her away to press a kiss firmly to her lips, “i would never do that.”

“i know. but you were gone so long and i waited. i waited and waited and…it was a long six months.”

you laughed, letting her lips chase yours once again. “it really was.”

when the two of you finally settled down and came back to earth, you snuck a glance at yelena, who you currently wished you had met in better circumstances, rather than nearly killing her to get to natasha.

“guess i didn’t get on the best footing for meeting your sister, huh?” you whispered to natasha.

she nudged your side, prompting you to smile at yelena. she gave you a weird look, but awkwardly smiled back. “yeah, and you know what’s even crazier?”

“what?”

“you’re about to meet my parents, too.”

you sat awkwardly beside natasha at the dinner table in melina’s house, shifting uncomfortably as yelena just burst out screaming that the “family” natasha had always told you was made up of red room agents, was always real to her.

you thought she looked like a child throwing a tantrum. then, you bit the inside of your cheek and berated yourself for thinking so, because yelena of all people, was a woman who never did get a childhood at all. she deserved at least this.

under the table, you felt natasha hold your hand for support. you squeezed it gently. she’s got you.

you soothingly wrapped around her trembling fingers, still. because as strong as natasha was, biting back and spitting at her “parents” then, she was still hurt, and a teardrop had fallen to the side of her face that she had quickly wiped away. the teardrop no one would have noticed, except you, who had been wiping almost all of her tears away in the years that you had been together.

later on, when your spider-senses overloaded with the impending arrival of dreykov’s men, while natasha and melina argued over their plan to finally take him down, you found it hard to ignore the crying coming from yelena’s room. and you felt even worse for what you were going to subject her to later.

–

natasha entrusted you to deal with taskmaster, while she handled the big man himself. you were about to argue, fearing for her safety and protection, but with a warning glance from her mother on your possibility of doubt over natasha’s own skills, you kept quiet. you had to trust your wife.

but what natasha failed to tell you, however, was that taskmaster was more competent, and dangerous, than all the other widows involved. she had told you that they would be difficult, sure, but you hadn’t expected difficult to include you struggling to catch your breath, making up new moves on the fly to prevent the human weapon on copying your combat style almost perfectly. they had used your agility and swiftness against you, and you were convinced that had they had your webs, you would almost certainly be done for, too.

“i don’t want to kill you,” you wheezed as you managed to sneak a move to tumble them to the ground, but the way in which they glared back at you and aimed a launcher right at your face, told you all that you needed to know. the feeling wasn’t mutual.

with the help of natasha’s father in finally locking the taskmaster in a cell momentarily, you took the opportunity to find her, even as explosions rang through your ears and the shaking of the base showing the impending signs of doom.

–

you held her as the both of you free fell through the skies, natasha’s fingers holding on to you as if you would disappear from her once again.

“i’ve got you,” you murmured into her skin. she nodded slowly, telling you she understood.

you deployed the parachute when you reached closer to the ground. natasha had gotten very good at getting over her fear of heights, as she latched on. years ago, she was still screaming in fear each time you brought her swinging through the city after your dates and missions together. now, only a small exhale left her lips as you landed her softly, safely, on the ground. you smiled to yourself at the change you only noticed now.

“i still have…i have to…” she gestured towards dreykov’s daughter, the taskmaster, behind you. you wish you had known.

you nodded understandingly. natasha was kind, kinder than anyone you knew. she was just like that. “go. do what you have to do to set her free. i’ll stay behind, in case you need help.”

“after she almost knocked you out?” a hint of a playful smirk, you jabbed her side lovingly.

“i was pulling my punches! you told me not to kill her.”

natasha snuck a kiss on your cheek. “i know. my hero.”

–

you and natasha exchanged quiet smiles throughout the ride back to ross’ prison, or custody, wherever it was. it didn’t matter. she had taken down the demons of her past, and she had gotten you back. you had found her, and you were never letting her out of your sight ever again.

weren’t you blinded by love before? nobody else mattered. not what ross had to say, not what tony had screamed at you for, not what steve or anyone else tried to convince you to do. being blinded by love for natasha was never a bad thing for you.

“i never told you, but i like your new suit,” you whispered, holding her hands through your handcuffs.

she hid the blush appearing on her cheeks. “i know. your hands said enough.”

“and your family too. your dad’s a character, and your mom’s really strong. stronger than me, that’s for sure.”

“and yelena? my sister?” she found a way to interlace her fingers with yours, to the disgust of ross’ agents. you didn’t care.

“i like her the most. she reminds me of the best parts of myself. she’s humble, kind, funny, and sensitive, not in a bad way. and she’s like you, headstrong and stubborn.” natasha suddenly felt you slipping something into her fingers. a piece of paper. she kept it skilfully from the prying eyes of the agents in the car.

“just the way you like it.”

“you bet,” you leaned back, feet “accidentally” kicking ross and causing a momentary distraction for his guards to aim their guns at you all at once. natasha took it as her signal to open the note.

there, scrawled in yelena’s handwriting, was an address that she had picked from the many safehouses you had so many years before. it was in new york, not far from where you and natasha lived. you had slipped her a burner phone before she left, too, as you informed natasha in your cells later on.

“i know it’s all real for you, too,” you reassured the redhead, “and i never got to apologise for leaving you, and your avengers family, for so long. i wanted to make it up to you. we’ll make sure yelena is never far, and you will always have her by your side from now on.”

natasha felt her cheeks hurting from the smile she was sporting. “you know, i have spent my whole life trying to go home. to go back to how things were, to undo all that i have done in the past. and i managed to do just that, just a few days ago. take down dreykov, come back to my family, go back to my childhood home. but somehow, all of that was not home anymore. at least not the home i envisioned myself to go back to.”

“and what is the home you envision now?”

“you. i come back to your arms, and it is home now. nothing else compares.”

your fingers ghosted the wedding band on your ring finger subconsciously, scrunching your eyes and trying hard to fight back the tears from falling as you listened to her declaration.

36 hours or six months. the timing never mattered. you and natasha would find each other, and come home to each other's love, regardless.

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Raphael W/ A Feisty S/O; HC's

@ursulaprentissmay , "Hey! I recently found your blog and the stories are adorable🥰. I’d like to make a request if that’s alright; a Raph x fem/gn reader where the reader just wants to fight someone, knowing full well they’ll lose to any of the turtles. Hope you have a nice day, drink water and tea!"

~xXx~

-Raphaels s/o has nothing but spiciness in that body of theirs

-Mikey sometimes calls them a sour patch kid

-your excuse is having too much pent up energy

-may or may not have one time bit Vern

-no matter how much they beg, no one will spar with them, mostly because Raphael will have a conniption if they somehow get hurt

-it wasn't till you got into a street fight that, despite walking away with only a black eye and the other guy looking much worse, Raphael decided it would be best to at least train you how to fight properly

-finds it so funny how his s/o tries their hardest to bring him down; 100% holds them by the back of their shirt like some sort of feral cat

-loves watching you go at the punching bag, but also makes sure that your hands are properly protected before hand

-Raph adores your street skills, but also makes sure you know form and hone in on the skills he teaches you

-got lowkey kinda grumpy when you teasingly told him he was acting like Leo

-when he's confident in your growth as a fighter, he becomes open to the idea of letting you spar his brothers, ofc still keeping an eye out and letting out a curt chuff if he thinks one of them (usually Mikey) is getting a bit too rough

-speaking of Mikey, him and Raph with out a doubt will set Casey up to get his ass kicked by you

-they ofc find it hilarious as shit, but after poor Casey gathers himself he comes up with the great idea to trick Vern into fighting you next, to which both ninja brothers are absolutely down for

-Raphael couldn't be prouder or more attracted to you in the moment when you pulled a Black Widow versus Happy move on Vern when he tried to "show you the ropes" in the middle of the dojo

~xXx~

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fuckmyskywalker · 1 year

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Babysitting — Anakin Skywalker.

— Pairing: SingleDad!Anakin x Babysitter!Reader.

— Summary: You stay at his house while he's at a boring fundraising event of the company he works for, so, you do what you love to do when he's not home... Lock yourself in his room, inside your fantasies, pretending he's yours. You lay down on his bed, imagining his touch, his voice, it feels so... real. But, it's just an illusion... right?

— CW: 18+, smut! minors DNI. ModernAU!Setting, Anakin and Reader are clearly delusional and obsessed with each other <3. Light stalking (maybe?), masturbation (f n' m), a bit of voyeurism (?), Fingering, PiV sex, unhealthy shit. | word count: 2.5k | not proofread!

— a/n: My first post here, yay! I'm so excited and so nervous. Hope you like it! Happy May 4th! 𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪

“Sorry for calling you on such short notice” Anakin apologizes, frowning. Leia is on his hip, fighting the sleep without any hints of success. Her chocolate eyes blink slowly, looking at you, her favorite playtime partner. “Luke is already sleeping upstairs, but this one is giving me trouble”

“Don’t worry, Mr. Skywalker” You replied with a smile, fetching the little girl from his arms and placing her on your chest. Leia places her chin on your shoulder, quickly falling asleep. “Have fun at your fundraiser!”

“If you need anything, call me,” He says, oddly serious. You don’t mind, though there’s something about his permanent anxious blue eyes that makes your heart race. “And don’t call me that, I’m not that old” He sighs and walks closer to kiss Leia’s forehead.

You wished he kissed your forehead too.

Being the babysitter of a 26-year-old, single, and widowed Dad wasn’t exactly everyone’s dream job… It wasn’t yours either, at the beginning that is; When you first read the job offer online you thought it was a joke, it seemed too good to be true, but still, you had nothing to lose— And to your amazement, a tired voice answered your call and the instant you heard the thunderous cry of a child, you knew it was very, very real.

It wasn’t just babysitting Leia and Luke, but you ended up babysitting Anakin as well. Helping him fix his tie, packing him any leftovers (He didn’t care it was the dino nuggets Luke begged and cried for), and even helping him with some house cleaning on those days when he had to stay extra hours at the office. You instantly clicked with his kids, Luke was definitely a bit more hesitant to come out of his shell, shyly hiding behind his sister’s white pajamas, but Leia liked you from your very first day, her feisty and energetic attitude quite surprising for a four-year-old.

Tonight, it was no different. You were in your bed, reading some random book from the local library when your phone rang, and Anakin hurriedly explained to you how he forgot he had a fundraising event that evening and if you could watch the kids. You agreed without hesitation, and even a bit more excited than you would’ve wanted to, but he was too busy chasing Luke to dress him up to notice your odd enthusiasm.

You walk upstairs, listening to his car engine driving away. Carefully placing Leia on his little bed, you gave Luke a quick look, making sure he was asleep. Turning on their nightlight, you leave the door open, in case one of them wakes up.

It was the second time you spend the night at Anakin’s home, the first time being last month, when he was out of town for a weekend, and just like you did the last time, you walk to his bedroom, slowly, feeling yourself, imagining that this was your house.

And that he was your husband.

Inside his closet, the scent of his body wash, his expensive cologne, and just him drowns you. You grab one of his sweaters, your favorite one, that black turtleneck that’s tight in the right places. Bringing it up to your face you smell it, he must have worn it this morning because the perfume was intense and it made your head twirl with excitement.

You take off your shirt, putting his sweater on. The material it’s so soft, and the warm sensation brings you to another level of ecstasy, wondering if this is how it feels to have his muscular, tanned arms around you.

Laying down on his bed, you bury your face in his pillow, your eyes rolling to the back of your skull with utter obsession. Everything about him allures you to a point that it is maddening. You know everything you need to know about him; His wife died three years ago and he hasn’t been on a single date since, between the kids, his work, and the mourning it has been impossible. You know he has a major sweet tooth, and you love to see his little smirk every time you bake cookies, especially for him. You know he hates his mechanical arm but somehow it fascinates you. You know he is a workaholic, always trying to keep his mind busy and to keep himself in line. You know about his… issues, you had seen his bottles of Celexa, Sertraline, and Lorazepam. You know his favorite food, his favorite movie, who he tolerates at work and those he hates the most.

But you wish to know everything about him. Every single little detail.

Still with his sweater drowning your body, you walk downstairs, microwaving the pizza he bought that night probably under Leia’s command. Eating the couch, you turn on the TV, watching a random show without really paying attention to it, your mind still drifting away to the thought of owning this place. Of owning him.

Waiting for him like a little, pretty housewife. Dinner ready, wearing a cute pink apron, the kids running around the living room, greeting him with a kiss…

Oh, such wonderful fantasies.

Cleaning the kitchen, you return to the living room to pick up the twins’ toys, making sure everything looks good and homely. You can already picture it, sitting next to him on the weekends, laying on his chest while ranting about work just like he always does to you… but this time he cups your cheeks to kiss you, to enjoy his days off by your side.

Time flies, and you know it because the clock is almost one-hour past midnight. You start to wonder where he is, did he really go to that boring event?

He looked too worried about it, plus, why would Anakin lie to you? It’s not like he had something else to do, right?

Your mind races without noticing it, what if he’s out with someone else, and he just wanted to keep it a secret? The sting of jealousy settles in your stomach almost comfortably. He wouldn’t, he couldn’t. He is yours as much as you are his. Even if Anakin doesn’t fully know it yet. You’ve seen the way he smiles at you, how he thanks you for helping him so, so, so much, you see how happy he looks when the twins squeal with excitement at your presence, how quickly he raised your pay, even if you refused.

“I insist,” He said, with those ocean eyes. And who were you to deny him anything?

Anakin was the man of your dreams. At some point, you start to wonder if destiny is what brought you two together, maybe an unknown force that bonds souls into a beautiful embrace.

Back in his room, the smell of his dark duvet dissolved any trace of doubt and jealousy. He was yours, he truly was. Your hands slid under your sweater, touching your body. You feel on fire. Your skin is melting, imagining it’s his touch. Would his prosthetic hand feel cold against your nipples just like it feels every time he places a hand on your shoulder to thank you? Would his breath feel warm against your abdomen just like it feels when he leans closer to whisper about how funny Luke looks wearing his shoes?

The moan that escapes your lips isn’t loud, you are partially conscious of not waking the kids, though you can’t help it. Sliding down your jeans you slid a hand inside your panties, rubbing your clit in slow circles imagining his calloused, strong hands fingering you. Just using you. Using two fingers you curl them towards that spongey spot that makes you yelp and bite your lip in pleasure. The soft, wet sounds of your pussy fill the room as you pant, one hand yanking the pillow towards your face and inhaling it so deeply you groan against it.

The delicious fantasy of his cock sliding in and out of you spirals you to heaven or hell. You want— need him to kiss you, bite you, even spit on you, anything.

Not even the faint sound of footsteps on the stairs rug brings you back to reality.

Anakin sighs, dragging his coat over the wooden floor, he feels so tired and all he wants is to take a hot shower and sleep. Not even the three drinks he had at the event were enough to dull his headache. He checks the kids’ room, smirking when he sees Luke hugging his favorite dinosaur plushie and Leia sprawled all over her unicorn blanket.

He assumes you are sleeping in the guest room, that is until a tiny, barely discernible sound confuses him. Slowly approaching his bedroom, the tiny door gap makes him gasp silently.

There you are, beautifully spread out in his bed, wearing his sweater, and from what he hears, moaning his name.

How long has it been since someone moaned his name with such desire and passion?

Hesitant, he palms himself over his black trousers, his cock rapidly pumping and pulsing. He sees how your fingers curl, glistening with your arousal, and he wants to lick them clean. It is not the first time he has found himself thinking about you in a way he shouldn’t.

He has been in the same position as you, but without the public, of course. Anakin feels ashamed of himself, for spying on you like this. A wave of embarrassment coats him every time he cums by his own hand, fantasizing about your pretty lips around his dick, how soft your skin must feel, how much he needs your weight on top of him, under him. He can’t help but let his eyes wander every time you bend over to clean the kids’ toys, your skirts leaving little to the imagination. How you place a hand on his arm and thank him for such a wonderful job. How he sees you packing up his lunch and helping Luke with his uniform, braiding Leia’s hair.

Anakin knows you would be a wonderful housewife, always attentive, always gentle. It doesn’t help that the twins absolutely adore you, constantly begging for your attention and talking wonders about you. Wonders he already knows.

Unbuckling his belt, Anakin sighs relieved when he wraps a hand around his hard, thick cock. He fists his hand at the same pace you ride your fingers, your pretty face contorted with pleasure.

Anakin wonders what you are imagining, that makes you so deliciously wet. Are you thinking about him? He hopes you do. He begs heavens you are. No one else had permission to roam around your head. Anakin felt possessive over you, not even understanding why. He was scared of his own emotions from time to time, always so intense, so fierce, so unexpected, and uncontrollable. No one could ever match that energy, when his wife was alive, he had to take prescribed meds in order to keep his emotions in line, and even then it was difficult.

People told him it was an obsession, but they were wrong. It was love, in its purest form.

You moan his name again, this time a little bit louder. Anakin twitches at the angelical sound of it. You are absolutely breathtaking. He can’t control himself any longer. The urge to know how tight and wet you feel around him is eating him up alive.

The door swings open and you choke back in surprise and shock. Your hand flees away from between your legs and your adorable eyes widen in sudden fear. Anakin thrills on it. Your eyes glance at his exposed member, rock-hard and leaking. You gulp, nervous.

“I—I’m sorry Mr. Skywalker I—” You stutter, mortified. You want to cry. Everything is about to crumble, right?

“You have no idea what you do to me” He breathes, almost pained. Speechless, you see how he walks closer, wasting no time to lay on top of you. “Fuck, you are so pretty with my sweater” He whines against your neck, inhaling your scent and his combined.

“Mr. Skywalker…” You whisper, wrapping your arms around him, quickly losing every concert and quickly falling back into the abyss of lust.

“Anakin, call me Anakin” He pants against your skin as he licks your neck, rubbing his cock on your stomach. He whines at the friction, already sensitive.

“Anakin” His name rolls off your tongue so sweetly it makes him twitch and you feel it. “Oh, please— please”

“Tell me what y—you want,” He asks, one hand sliding even further up his sweater, palming your breast. His rough fingertips pinch your nipple, making your back arch. “Because all I want right now is to fuck your pretty pussy raw”

The vulgar words he utters make you moan. Could this be a dream? In that case, you would never want to wake up.

“Fuck me, please, make me yours Anakin” You beg, tangling your hand on his dirty blond hair and yanking it. He moans at the pain, but quickly kisses you, forcing his tongue inside your mouth.

The second he slides inside of you, dragging his long cock and spreading you just like he dreamed of, Anakin realizes he’s doomed. He is now attached to you, captivated, enamored, haunted, by you. Your essence drowns him in the deep ocean of lust and obsession. The thin line between love and mania joins in a big, powerful ocean. His world now spins around you.

He fucks you as if his life depends on it. The skin-on-skin contact is too much. You look so gorgeous, tears falling down your cheeks from the euphoria. This is happening, this is happening, this is finally happening.

Anakin kisses you, all teeth and tongue. The kiss is so sloppy you can feel his saliva running down the corners of your lip, not that you care, of course— He sneaks a hand down, this time abusing your clit with his fingers just like he is abusing your pussy with his cock. You clench around him and he’s a goner, blue eyes rolling to the back of his head as he fills you up seconds after you spam around him, touching heaven with the most mind-shattering orgasm you had ever experienced.

The way he cums it’s almost criminal. He fills you up and it drips out of you, staining his sheets. Anakin forgot the last time he came that much since all he did for the past years was fuck his hand until he cried from overstimulation.

“Stay the night,” Anakin says against your hair, wrapping his arms around you. The dense smell of sex fills the room, forcing you into a dizzy state.

“Yes, yes” You nod, eyelids heavy, and you place a hand on his bicep, puffing. “Anything you want” The smile on your lips it’s bright enough to light up the darkest room, and even though he can’t see it, he feels it.

Maybe he did find someone who could love him as much as he does.

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queen-of-deans-booty · 7 months

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Practice Makes Perfect

Pairing: Jensen Ackles x Actress!Reader

Word Count: ~1.7k

Warnings: none, nervous!jensen that's super cute

Request by anon: Hey, can i request a series or one shot with Jensen x actress/singer reader, where the reader is very famous actress and singer that work in Marvel as Black Widow, Game of Thrones, TVDU, etc and Jensen loved her and always are talking about her in set without knowing that she is Gen Padalecki best fiends and Jared Padalecki friends and Jared tell her all Jensen said about her so she was casted as a new character who is Dean love interest without him knowing and in the end they end together and have kids?

Summary: You're a famous actress that's been in lots of movies and TV shows. Jensen has a huge crush on you and doesn't know that the newest person to be hired onto Supernatural is none other than you.

Square Filled: what if (2022) for @spndeanbingo

Author’s Note: just pretend that each of the shows/movies she's been in took place one after the other instead of going on at the exact same time.

Jared and Jensen have a few minutes alone before their panel. Jared is snacking on whatever they provided them with while Jensen is sitting on the couch browsing on his phone. Jared has his wife on FaceTime as he is stuffing his face, and she laughs at the food dripping from his mouth.

“Baby, why can’t you eat normally?”

“What? I’m hungry,” he says, more food spewing from his mouth.

“Our kids eat better than you,” she chuckles.

“Jen, tell her I eat normally.” Jared turns to his friend but Jensen isn’t listening to a word he’s saying. He has one of his Airpods in watching a video. “Are you guys coming to the panel?”

“Yeah, we’re just exploring right now.”

“Hi, Daddy!” Odette smiles and jumps into the frame.

“Hey, sweetheart. I’ll see you soon, okay?”

“Okay. Say bye!”

All three of his kids say bye just before Gen hangs up on him. Jared finishes eating his snack before walking over to his friend. He takes a seat next to him to see what video he’s watching and smirks when he sees you on the screen.

“So, what do you want to do when the panel is over? What section of the convention do you want to visit?” Jared asks knowing Jensen isn’t listening.

He’s too invested in the video of you doing press for your new Marvel movie. You play the elusive Black Widow in all of the Marvel films, and you just got done filming your own solo movie. You’ve done some press for the movie even before it comes out to prepare people for what to expect and things of that nature.

“You’re obsessed with her,” Jared chuckles.

“Shut up, I’m not,” Jensen barks. “I’m just an admirer of her movies.”

“You have posters of her locked away in your collection.”

Jensen slaps his friend on the chest and continues watching the video. It’s true, Jensen has a major crush on you not only for Black Widow but for every role you’ve ever done. You’ve played Sansa Stark in Game of Thrones, Katherine and Elena in The Vampire Diaries, and so much more. You’re such a talented person that acting is like second nature to you. You can do almost any role you’ve ever landed, and you’ve won a lot of awards for it which you’re proud of.

“Damn, look at her. She’s gorgeous,” Jensen says with metaphorical hearts in his eyes. Jared laughs and Jensen shakes his head. “I’m sorry, I have a major crush on this woman. What are you gonna do about it?”

“We’re about to do a panel. Come on.”

Jensen and Jared get ready to go out on stage. All their fans cheer for them when they make an appearance. Jared scans the audience to see his wife there with her phone pointed at him. He nods once and turns to Jensen knowing his wife is getting this on video.

“Alright, any questions?” Jared asks. A lot of hands go up in the air, and he points to the person whom Gen gestures. “What’s your name?”

“Elisa. I’m such a huge fan of both of you. My question is for Jensen. I watched a video you did talking about the actress Y/N. She just finished her movie Black Widow. Is it true you have a crush on her?”

Everyone cheers for this question but quiets down to give Jensen an opportunity to answer. His entire face reddens at the question and becomes extremely conscious of what he’s wearing, what he’s saying, and how he’s behaving as if you’re in the room.

“Wow, there’s a lot to unpack here. Look, she’s gorgeous, I’m not gonna lie. If she were standing in front of me now, I don’t think I’d form complete sentences. So, yes, I have a crush on her.”

Everyone laughs at how shy he’s becoming, and Gen looks at the person she’s on FaceTime with.

“He’s so cute,” you chuckle through the screen. “Very charming.”

You’re a really good friend of the Padalecki family. You met Gen through a non-profit organization she was funding a while back and became fast friends with her. She and Jared welcomed you into their family immediately but it was never known to Jensen that you knew them.

“Just wait until you meet him in person.”

“Isn’t it true that there is still an opening for that female character on their show?”

“Yeah.”

“I’m in between projects right now. I’d be happy to audition if you want to bring that to Jared.”

“I’ll have him hook you up,” Gen smirks.

“Is that Y/N?” Shep asks and forces his face into the frame.

“Hey, Shep,” you grin.

Supernatural is about to start filming its eleventh season which means the director is desperate to fill the role of Dean’s love interest. Jared brought you up as an option, the director had you audition, and you were offered the part before leaving the building to go home. Jensen still doesn’t know that you were the one who was offered the role, just that the position had been filled.

“Isn’t it a bit suspicious that we haven’t met this new person?” Jensen asks.

“Talk to the director, dude.” Jared gets a call from the director and answers it with a smile. “Hey. Are you here? … Perfect. I’ll be right there.”

“Whose that?”

“Gen is here. I gotta go. I’ll be right back.”

Jared leaves before Jensen can ask any other questions. He meets up with you and the director who is waiting for him on the other side of the set.

“Jared!” you grin and give him a friendly hug. “Working together is going to be so fun.”

You’re not sure how long you’ll be on the show, but you hope it’s going to last years.

“Is he ready?”

“He’s practicing his lines right now.”

Jared escorts you to the main set where Jensen is. He’s already in his Dean clothes since they are scheduled to film right now. His back is turned to you when you enter the room so you think this is the perfect opportunity to scare him. He is holding a prop gun and muttering his lines when you jump in front of him. He yelps and drops the gun as you let out an infectious laugh.

“What?” he stutters when he sees you.

“Hi, I’m Y/N,” you grin and hold out your hand for him. Jensen is a stuttering mess but shakes your hand nonetheless. “It’s nice to meet you.”

“She’s going to play your new love interest,” Jared says and slaps him on the back lightly.

“It’s going to be so much fun working with you.”

“Yeah, same here,” Jensen manages to get out. “Excuse me for a second.” He brings Jared off to the side to talk to him privately. “What the hell? Did you know about this?”

“Yeah, she’s a family friend.”

“How did I not know this?”

“I’m good at keeping secrets when I want to,” he chuckles.

“I can’t believe I’m going to be in the same room as her.”

“You’re welcome,” Jared smirks and pats his back.

Jared walks away just as you approach Jensen.

“I hope you’re okay with me being here.”

“More than okay,” he smiles shyly. I love your movies. You’re an amazing actress.”

“Thank you,” you smile. “I love this show. Dean just so happens to be my favorite character.”

That makes Jensen blush. Over the next couple of months, you’ve been filming with the boys as much as you can. It’s been nothing but fun especially when you participate in their pranks on Misha. You and Jensen are growing closer, more than you ever thought you would. He’s super nice, sweet, charming, and very sexy. He’s everything a girl would want in a man. This was inevitable, but you got to the part in your onscreen relationship where your characters share a kiss. He’s super nervous as are you since you both have feelings for one another.

“Dean, I don’t know why you’re bugging out. The hunt went exactly as planned,” your character says as you unpack your duffel bag.

“You got hurt. How is that exactly as planned?”

“We got the bad guy. Isn’t that what matters?”

“Not at the cost of your life! How could you think so little of it?”

“Dean, it’s just a scratch. I’ve gotten worse wounds than this.”

“God, you’re not getting it,” he scoffs.

“What? Please explain to me how you’re feeling.”

“It’s your life! No monster is worth that. You’re too important to me.” Jensen walks over to you and cups your jaw. The moment is so intense, so intimate. “I can’t lose you.”

“You won’t lose me. I’m right here,” you whisper.

You two stare into your eyes right before he smashes his lips on yours. He isn’t kissing you like how Dean would, he’s kissing you like how he would. The kiss is supposed to be short and sweet but Jensen keeps it going as long as he can. Your lips mold with his perfectly as if you were meant to be doing this your whole life.

The director yells CUT and Jensen pulls away from you slightly. He cheers at getting it on one take, and you step back from him with a nervous chuckle.

“Good job you two! Take ten everyone!”

“Listen, if you ever want to practice lines or… other things, you’re more than welcome to come to my trailer. You know, practice makes perfect.”

“I’ll make sure to take you up on that offer,” he smirks.

And practice did make perfect. After hearing the story of how you met Jenson yet again, both your daughters clap happily.

“Tell the story again!” your six-year-old giggles.

“Again!” your four-year-old laughs after her sister.

“Not tonight, girls,” you grin and kiss both their heads.

“Go to sleep. We’ll see you in the morning,” Jensen says.

You and Jensen leave their room and close the door gently. Jensen brings you into his arms and you wrap your arms around his neck.

“Landing that role has been the best thing to ever happen to me,” you whisper to him.

“You stole the words right out of my mouth,” Jensen smiles and kisses you.

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arlana-likes-to-write · 2 days

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Medusa

Summary: When Fury calls you into his office, you expected to be in trouble not to be offered a spot on the team with the Avengers. Unfortunately, you have a secret you want no one to know about.

Relationships: Avenger x reader (platonic)

Warnings: implied sexual assault, reader is a mutant (similar powers to Mystic), memory loss, mention of death, protective Avengers, fluff, small amount of angst

Medusa tattoo is often interpreted as representing strength, power, and female empowerment. More specifically, some people get a medusa tattoo to indicate that they are a survivor of sexual violence and to symbolize their own empowerment

You thought you were getting fired when Fury called you into his office. You racked your brain for any possibilities that could have led you here. All your mission reports were completed and handed in. You passed your certifications with flying colors. Maybe that dipshit agent reported you. What was his name? Tom? His hand drifted a little too low for your liking during training, and you punched him in the dick. Maria didn’t even bat an eye as he rolled around the ground in pain. “Why do you look nervous?” The director asked.

“Am I in trouble, sir?” You questioned. He folded his hands and rested them on his desk.

“Did you do something that would warrant you being in trouble?” You shrugged. The man rolled his one good eye and pointed to the chair. You sat down, a knot still formed in your stomach. “The Avengers have a mission, and I think your skill sets would be helpful.” He handed you a mission report. You opened it and glanced at it. There wasn’t a lot to go on. The Avengers were looking to get into a HYDRA base that was continuing experiments on misguided individuals. The problem was they needed to find out where the facility was located.

“In 3 days, there will be a party in DC where a few suspected HYDRA personnel will be there,” Fury explained. You looked at the man, still confused about why he believed you were the right agent for the job. “The team has someone in custody invited to the party.” There it was. You closed the file and handed it back to him.

“Do they know?” The question was burning on your tongue since he said you would be joining the team.

“Do you think I’d tell them?” The man looked offended. He was the only one that knew of the scars that covered your body. “No, they only know of your skills as an agent.”

“Nick,” you sighed, sinking deeper into the chair. You were the only one that called him that. He took on a father role when he found you. Instead of turning you in, he adopted you.

“Jr,” he rounded his desk to stand before you. “I wouldn’t have suggested you if you weren’t ready.” You looked at him. His one good eye softened slightly.

“When do I leave?” A smile formed on the man’s usually stoic face.

“As soon as possible. Maria is waiting for you at the compound.” You smiled; at least you would have a familiar face there. “You got this kid.”

“There she is!” Maria was quick to rush over to you and bring you into a hug. You saw Natasha walk over to you behind her shoulder. “The big man finally let you join the big leagues, uh, jr?” You rolled your eyes. Maria always liked to tease that you were Fury’s only soft spot. Hell, you were her soft spot, too. Once the agent released you from the bone-crushing hug, you faced the Black Widow.

“Natasha,” she offered her hand, and you shook it. Of course, you knew who she was. “Maria has not stopped talking about you.” You glanced at the agent, but she shrugged her shoulders. “She called you, Jr.,” the Black Widow slowly said. Are your parents agents?” Maria snorted but covered it up with a cough.

“Technically, yes,” you said. The redhead gave you a look for you to continue. “The director adopted me when I was 14.” Natasha’s eyes widened, and her head snapped to look at Maria. The agent cringed slightly. You knew the duo were dancing around being in a relationship- many SHIELD agents talked about it. “It was need to know,” you said. “He didn’t want certain people to find out.” It was understandable. The man had a long list of enemies. Maria put her arm around your shoulders.

“The team is waiting to meet you,” she said. “Are you ready to show them what you can do?” You weren’t 100% sure if you were.

“This is the agent the pirate wanted us to bring onto the team,” Tony said as you entered the meeting room. There was an empty seat next to Wanda; you took it with a smile. “She’s a kid.”

“So is Peter, and you let him on the team,” Maria defended.

“I’d be carefully talking about Fury,” Natasha smirked. “You are looking at his kid.” The billionaire’s jaw dropped. You shrugged.

“I didn’t know he had it in him to reproduce,” the comment got him a quick smack to the back of the head by Rhodey. You cringed even though he adopted you, the idea- Nope. Not happening.

“Ignore him,” Steve said. “We are excited to have you on the team.” You smiled at the blonde super-solider.

“Director Fury was unclear on what you could provide for this mission,” Vision said. You made eye contact with Maria, who winked at you. “Can you provide some insight?”

“I’m enhanced,” you said. “I spent time with Charles Xavier to get it under control.”

“Can you show us what you can do?” Sam questioned. You smiled and nodded.

“Maria, pick one of them,” the agent smirked and pointed to Steve. Sighing, you stood up and walked over to the super soldier. He rolled back in his chair away from the table. All you did was hold out your hand. “It won’t hurt.”

“Will it hurt you?” he countered. His statement made you frown. That was different. No one ever asked how your abilities affected you. You shook your head. It never hurt, but it left you disoriented. Steve hesitated but connected his hand with yours. Nothing happened, and you dropped his hand. Then you changed.

You remembered a time before Fury sent you off to Xavier. Every time you grabbed onto someone’s hand, you changed. Now, you can control it and only use your powers when you want to.

No matter how many times you did this, you found it fascinating. You saw the world differently each time. Now, with the super soldier senses, the world seemed sharper. Steve was taller and stronger than you. It felt strange being him.

“Holy fuck.”

“Language,” you said in Steve’s voice. The color was drained from the man’s face as he saw himself in front of him. You looked at Maria with a slight nod, and she knew what you were asking for. She’s seen your powers with Fury.

“Jr, what program did Steve enter to receive the serum?”

“Project Rebirth. I was the only recipient of the serum developed by Abraham Erskine,” you answered. That was an easy question. An answer was easily found in his file or at the museum.

“What are we looking at here?” Rhodey asked. You looked back at Steve.

“Ask me something personal,” you spoke in your voice. He stared at you before his eyes landed on the soldier across from him.

“The fight where I first met Bucky, why did I pick a fight with them?” You smiled.

“They demanded a fee for crossing Tenth Avenue,” you wink before changing back. You watched as your skin bubbled, and then it stopped. “The director said you have someone in custody attending a party you need information from. I can get you that information.” Watching people learn what you could do was always interesting—a range of emotions passed through their faces- amazement, fear, worry.

“How long does it last?” Natasha questioned. She was looking at you with fear even though she masked it well.

“As long as I want it to,” you sat back down. “In 15 minutes, once I stop using it, all your thoughts, memories, and secrets leave my head.” You saw everyone relax.

“How did you get this ability?” You shrugged at Wanda’s question.

“I don’t know,” you traced the groves off the wood. “Not even the director knows. I guess it will forever be a mystery.”

Living and training with the Avengers challenged you. They pushed you harder in training, and you felt yourself growing stronger every day. However, they challenged you to be more social. You were an introvert by nature, afraid to gain the trust of those around you. Your mind might not remember what you were put through, but your body told a different story. Scars covered your body, which was then covered with tattoos.

The team was used to seeing you train in a long-sleeve shirt, never a tank top or sports bra like Natasha or Wanda. No matter how much sweat dripped down your back, you stayed in the long-sleeve shirt. It only came off when you were in the shower or the comfort of your room. They never asked, never forced you to do anything you weren’t comfortable with. They provided you with an extra bottle of water or a hug if you wanted one.

Early on, you also learned they were highly protective over you since you were the youngest full-time member. Even at the HYDRA party, that went well, and you retrieved the information they fused over you. To your surprise, they kept you on the team and didn’t send you back to SHIELD with Fury’s permission. You were enjoying your time with them, your secrets trapped away until they came tumbling out.

You thought you were in the clear. The rest of the team watched a movie, and you told everyone you were too tired. However, you left your room and headed to the training area. All you wanted to do was work up a sweat and then go to bed. So you punched at the sandbag, only wearing a sports bra and sweatpants—the rock music you played in your ears blocked out the world around you. You focused on how your knuckles ached at each punch and the beating of your heart behind your ribs. You loved training. It was a simple reminder that you were alive.

It happens on instinct. You felt a hand on your shoulder and grabbed it, flipping whoever it was over and onto their back. The culprit was Sam. You pulled your headphones out of your ears and heard the pained groan the man let out. “Fuck, Sam, you can’t sneak up on me.” You knelt in front of him. “What hurts? Do you want me to get Bruce? How many fingers am I holding up?” He groaned again.

“The only thing that hurts is my pride,” he sat up and rubbed the back of his head. “I like your tattoos. I didn’t know you had any.” You sat down as your hand shook. You were so caught up on making sure he was okay that you forgot about the little clothes you were wearing. He saw them, all of them. Did he know what they meant? “Hey, jr, are you okay? You’re shaking.” You snapped out of it.

“I feel like I should be asking you that question,” you chuckled. He rolled his eyes and reassured you that he was fine. “But wait, aren’t you guys watching a movie? Why are you here?”

“We are watching a movie, and I suggested we have ice cream,” which was no surprise. The world’s mightiest heroes had the worst diets and the craziest sweet tooth. “I drew the short stick of finding you to see if you want any.” Sam stood up and rubbed his butt. “And my ass took one for the team.” You took his outstretched hand he offered you and helped you up. “So, do you want ice cream?”

“No, I’m good.” You wanted to get some air. He frowned.

“Are you sure? You never say no to ice cream. I’m not upset about what happened. We can keep it between us. Please.” You hated how easily it was for him to make you smile.

“I’m okay, I promise,” you began to unwrap your hands. “Have a good night, Sam.” You threw the tap in the trash can on your way out.

“Did she want any?” Natasha looked away from her bowl to see Sam without you. He shook his head. “The more of us!” Tony cheered. Natasha rolled her eyes.

“Did you know Jr. has tattoos?” She heard Maria drop her spoon in the bowl, and the agent looked confused.

“How many?” Bucky asked. Sam was constructing his ice cream bowl. He topped it with whipped cream before he answered.

“Her entire right arm is covered. I couldn’t figure out what they were, but on her back was a portrait of Medusa.” Natasha’s stomach dropped. The ice cream she was eating no longer tasted sweet. It was bitter, and it made her stomach turn.

“Medusa?” Wanda questioned. “Are you sure?” Sam chuckled.

“Kind of hard to miss. It’s massive with all the snakes and shit. A little creepy if you ask me.”

“Why would she get a Medusa tattoo?” Rhodey asked. But Natasha knew. It seemed Wanda and Maria knew as well. The three girls dropped their bowls on the nearest surface and left the group. Each one ignored the shots of their names.

“FRIDAY, where is Jr?”

Your feet skimmed the water below. The cold summer air caused goosebumps to form on your arm. You had no reason to wear a jacket once you left the training area. If Sam knew everyone else was going to find out. “Hey, Jr,” Maria’s voice made you smile. “Can we join you?”

“Yeah,” you whispered. Maria sat on your right and Wanda on your left. Natasha took the empty spot next to Maria. “They guys didn’t want to join you on a midnight walk.” You tried to joke.

“They are eating their weight in ice cream,” you heard the smile in Natasha’s voice. “I also don’t think they know what it means.” Right. The tattoo of Medusa is on your back, and her Roman story is detailed on your arm. Medusa was a devoted follower of Minerva. She left offerings and offerings to the goddess but was never acknowledged by her. Then, another god wanted her attention: Neptune. The god rapped Medusa in Minerva’s temple, and in revenge, the goddess turned Medusa’s beautiful head of hair into snakes.

“I don’t remember getting the tattoos,” you broke the silence. “I don’t remember much of my life before Nick found me.”

“He found you when you were 14, right?” Wanda questioned. You nodded.

“He says I had them when he found me,” you shivered and soon felt the jacket Maria was wearing around your shoulders. “He was in Ukraine, outside of Lviv, for a mission or something, when he found me in a field surrounded by dead bodies,” you played with the sleeves of the jacket. “We think they are the ones that hurt me. Nick took me in without hesitation. He saved my life,” you sighed, placing your head on Wanda’s shoulder. “I kept them hidden, not wanting people to question or bring attention to them.”

“You don’t have to hide them around us,” Maria said, slowly taking your hand in hers. “You can if you want, but we will never judge or hurt you like they did.”

“I could help you find answers if you ever want to know the truth,” Honestly, the truth scared you. You were already so broken. What if it broke you even more? “You are not broken,” Wanda whispered. It was hard for you to believe that.

“Sometimes I get flashes of what happened to me. Mostly in the form of nightmares. I’m not sure what’s worse than my body knows something bad happened to me, but my mind doesn’t remember it.”

“I think that you had to endure the pain, which is the worst,” Natasha spoke softly. You looked at the Black Widow, who was staring at the water. It was rare that her voice was that soft.

“Do you ever wonder why it was you?” you asked her. You watched her body shake as she exhaled. Maria placed her hand on Natasha’s thigh.

“All the time, but you’ll go mad thinking about the what ifs,” she glanced at you with a smile. “I’ve learned rather painfully that hiding away what happened or pretending it never happened hurts more in the long run.” The redhead placed her hand on top of Maria’s. “You aren’t broken, weak, or lesser because of what they did to you. You are stronger because you are still here despite all of it.” It was like she was telling you these things but reminding herself. You nodded and found yourself looking back at the water. The world was unfair, cruel, and twisted. These women, whom you grew to admire, knew the pain you experienced in some way and the story behind the tattoos that covered your body. How many others experienced it as well?

Hurried footsteps forced you to stand up and turn around. It was Bucky, and you were surprised by the force that he had hugged you, almost sending you into the water. Bucky was never known for his physical affection. He showed that he cared in much smaller ways, with a small smile and a cup of hot chocolate when you had nightmares. Even in training, he ensured your stance was correct and that you were training at your best. Now you weren’t sure if you could go a day without a hug from him. He was warm and strong, and you felt safe. “Do you know who did it?” Your body tensed.

“They are dead, Buck.”

“Good,” he kissed the top of your head. “I’d go Winter Solider on their asses for you, doll.” You laughed and shook your head. “Also, sorry about this.” Before you could question his meaning, he picked you up and threw you into the water. You breached the surface with a gasp.

“What the-”

“Cannonball,” you heard Tony yell. It was the only warning you got as the billionaire ran down the dock and jumped into the water. The splash wet those on the edge, and you heard Natasha yell at him. He resurfaced and shook the water.

“I am sorry, darling,” you watched Vision pick up Wanda.

“Vis, no! No!” But it was useless. The android dropped her into the water next. You laughed, the sound echoing into the night. Bucky smiled, gave you a salute, and jumped in. One by one, the team entered the water by either being thrown in or jumping themselves.

A massive water fight broke out, and FRIDAY brightened the surrounding area so everyone could see. You weren’t sure how long the team was in the water, but you were the last one floating on your back. “Hey, Jr,” you looked at Natasha. A towel was wrapped around her shoulders. “We are having smores. Are you coming?”

“Yeah,” you swam over to the dock and pulled yourself up. Natasha put her arm around you.

“I’m proud of you.” You smiled.

“I’m proud of you too.” Yes, the world was evil, cruel, and dark, but your family made it a little brighter.

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shamelessfaceless · 29 days

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Love, Pain, Death, Repeat

Navigation | Marvel masterlist | part II

Pairings: Wanda Maximoff x F!reader, Wanda Maximoff x Vision

Summary: Even death won't help you get rid off her and pain she caused.

Warnings: Mentions of death, cheating, angst

Wc: 600

A/n: Just a fast sad blurb, hope you like this <33

Your mouth is dry, completely opposite to your eyes. Pinning Natasha to the ground you let your tears fall. It wasn't supposed to be like that, but after hearing what you needed to do, you were sure it was the time.

"Think about Yelena! Your facking sister! Think what would she say if I told her that you killed yourself!" You yelled at her though she was so close to you she would hear your whispers.

"And you? You have a whole life ahead of you! You're so young! You are doing what you need, you're nice and brave, you put others before you, you are a hero people need!"

"I don’t have anyone! Anyone! I spent last years crying in my room! People don’t remember me! I don’t even remember who I am."

"Y/N" She tried to change positions. You didn't let her. You couldn't let her.

"I am not enough. I never was. Everyone knows Black Widow or Iron Man or Hawkeye! Even she showed me I was never enough!" You were almost sobbing, your tears falling on Natasha’s suit. "She choosed fucking microwave!"

When you saw Wanda for the first time, you fell almost in the same second. Literally fell. You wanted to come closer, but your legs had other plans, and you fell straight into her arms. This made her laugh. That was the first thing that actually made her show positive emotions after her brother died. Most of the night spended in your room only talking changed into spending nights in yours and hers own room. After your old relationships you were negative about love, but you started trusting her, it meant so much for you. She promised you stars. It didn't take long for her to take interest in Vision. You trusted her with your whole heart, and all she did was break it. He was just a robot, you thought you didn't need to care about him. Maybe he was a little bit too nice to Wanda, but she wouldn’t fall for cold metal, right? Oh how wrong you were. After one of the missions, you came back to your room just to see her covered in hickeys that for sure weren’t yours. You just sat on the floor and told her to get out.

"You will meet someone else. Just give yourself a chance. For fucking sake, if you let yourself forget her, you will find true love and maybe have kids or cats." Russian was strong, you started feeling like your arms were going to give up.

"She cheated on me, and soon after she disappeared. Women always choose men." You said disgustedly. Your every relationships ended because they chose to be with men. "Tell everyone I loved them." You stabbed her hand to distract her.

You started running to the end of the cliff. Black Widow’s screams didn’t stop you. Just as you jumped you looked behind to see Natasha, she was so close catching you, just a few seconds and you would be still alive. You smiled to her wondering if she could see it, and closed your eyes. Last thing in your mind was the memory of one specific lazy morning with Maximoff. Morning when she promised you cozy life, no avengers, just you and her in a big house and kids.

…

Opening your eyes you expected to see your dead parents, not two young boys.

"Good morning my love." Your head snapped to the door of the room. Wanda stood there, width smile on her lips, her eyes shining a little bit with red.

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celiastjamesoscar · 8 months

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Champagne Problems

Pairings: Wanda Maximoff x fem!reader

Summary: You were going to propose to Wanda, but a stupid argument and a fit of jealousy ruined your perfect plan. Is there still time for Wanda for fix the mistake she made, or is it too late?

Warnings: angst but turns fluffy, accusations of cheating, Tony being a douche, alcohol consumption, minor threats, light swearing

My Masterlist

AN: I rewrote the end in hopes that it makes more sense.

This was from a request a few days ago.

Word Count: 3.8K

It was all a misunderstanding from the start. You and Wanda were supposed to go to dinner with just the two of you to celebrate your one year anniversary, but you ran into Tony and Pepper at the same restaurant, and they joined in on your dinner. It was supposed to be a romantic evening for you and Wanda, and you were going to propose to her.

It might seem a little early to others, but the love you felt for Wanda was something you couldn’t describe; there were no words in the English language that could describe the love you felt for her.

The dinner started terrific; you and Wanda discussed your plans for the next few days and what you two wanted to do together. You shared laughs about the past year and how far you two had grown together. But your happy evening was ruined when a drunken Tony stumbled over to your table.

“How’s my favorite girl doing this evening?” Tony slurred as he climbed into the booth you were sitting in and slung his arm around your shoulders.

You immediately tensed up and gave Wanda an apologetic look. She knew you and Tony weren’t on the best terms because he brought up your past fling with Natasha whenever you were around the redhead. Your fling with Natasha was short and amazing, but you ultimately decided to call things off after you had met Wanda, and she agreed. The former assassin understood your reasoning for it, and she respected your decision. The only person who didn’t seem to understand it was Tony.

He had made several remarks throughout the day about you and Natasha, asking how you could let a woman like that go, but you just shrugged it off. You knew there was no arguing with you, but when he said it around Wanda this morning, it immediately put you in the dog house with the witch.

You two had not talked the rest of the day until it was time to leave for the restaurant. It was an awkward and tense drive, as neither of you said anything to the other. When you tried to talk to your girlfriend about it, she shrugged you off and said it wasn’t that big of a deal, but it was.

Dinner was even more awkward as several kids approached you and asked for an autograph and if you were dating the Black Widow. You politely told them you were not, and they seemed disappointed but respected your answer. They then turned their attention to Wanda and asked for her autograph, and she accepted, but not before she frowned at the picture.

It was a picture of you, Wanda, and Natasha at a local bar, and she couldn’t help the jealousy that spread throughout her. She knew it was petty to be still upset over you and Natasha, but she couldn’t help it. So, she held her tongue and signed the picture, and glared at you once the kids had left.

“Wanda, I’m so sorry-” was all you said before Tony came over.

“Me and Wanda are fine, Tony. I would ask that you leave us to our meal, please,” you said politely, even though you were annoyed by the drunken man. You could smell the liquor on his breath and wondered where Pepper was now.

“Come on, now, Y/N. We’re buddies! You don’t want me to leave!” Tony exclaimed as he playfully hit your chest.

“Tony now is not the moment. Please leave us,” Wanda coldly stated as her eyes flashed a hint of red. You had a love-hate relationship when Wanda got mad. You loved the way her eyes turned red and how she became possessive, but you also hated the fact that she was upset with you.

Tony pushed himself off you and leaned his elbows on the table while staring at Wanda. “Come on, Wanda. You have to loosen up! We’re here for a good time, not a long time!” Tony exclaimed while reaching across the table to grab Wanda’s hand, but ended up knocking her drink into her lap.

You pushed Tony out of the booth and walked around to Wanda’s side and tried to help her clean it up, but she just shoved you off of her and stated, “I’m fine.”

When she had shoved you, you stumbled backward and came crashing into the waiter who was bringing you and Wanda two glasses of champagne, one with a ring in it.

You fell to the ground with the waiter as the glasses and bottle crashed loudly. You pulled yourself off the waiter and frantically tried to find the ring, but the only thing you came up with was your hands with tiny shards of glass stuck in them.

“I am so sorry, Y/N,” Wanda apologized and gently placed a hand on your shoulder, but you shrugged it off as you continued your search for the ring. When your hands began to ache too much from the glass, you finally stood up and noticed that every eye in the restaurant was on you. You apologized to the waiter before going back to your booth. To your demise, Tony was still there.

You sat down and wrapped your blooded hands in the cloth napkins and said nothing as you listened to Tony’s drunken slander. “I cannot believe that just happened! I mean, my god, I didn’t know you were one to cause a scene, Y/N, but from what I remember with you and Romanoff, you two were quite a team!” The man said with a slap on your back. You tensed up when you felt the sharp sting shoot throughout your back, but you said nothing as you saw a glow of red appear in Wanda’s hands.

“Tony, knock it off,” you warned through a clenched jaw.

“Come on, Y/N; we’re just shooting the shit! It’s all fun and games, just like your fling with Romanoff,” Tony laughed, clearly not reading the tension-filled room, “Say, how come you two broke up? You two were certainly the hottest couple on the team!”

“Tony, I think it’s best if you leave. Now,” Wanda said, and when you looked at her eyes, you could see the specks of red within them, along with anger. “Alright, alright! I’ll leave! No need to get upset with me,” Tony replied as she slid out of the booth, “But seriously, Y/N, Natasha is the peak female specimen.”

When Tony left, you could taste the tension in the air, and Wanda only looked at you angrily. Unable to handle it, you asked the waiter for the check and gave him a decent tip before leaving. When you got to your car, you fumbled with the keys to unlock the vehicle when you felt a small hand take them away. “I’ll drive home,” Wanda stated angrily, but you yanked the keys away from her and finally unlocked the car, “I’m fine, Wanda, just get in.”

Not wanting to fight with you, Wanda sighed before walking to the passenger side. Once she got in, you started the car and began the tense car ride home. Neither of you talked; you didn’t know what to say to the other. This was supposed to be the most romantic night of your lives, and it all had been ruined. You couldn’t tell what you were more pissed about, Tony ruining the night; you losing the expensive engagement ring, or Wanda being upset with you.

When you got home, you both went your separate ways. You went into your shared bedroom to change into different clothes while Wanda sat at the dinner table, waiting for the uncomfortable conversation she needed to have with you.

“Wanda, I do not want to talk right now,” you said as you entered the kitchen. “Okay, but I think we need to talk about what just happened,” your girlfriend replied.

You grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge before walking toward the dinner table. You sat the bottle on the table and the back of the chair across from Wanda. “Why do we need to talk?” You asked with an annoyed tone that Wanda scoffed at. “Because Y/N, we just got back from a dinner that Tony ruined, and he had been mentioning your relationship with Natasha all day!” Wanda exclaimed as she raised her voice.

“Why does it bother you so much what Tony says? You know how he is,” you defended while raising your voice to match Wanda. “Because I think you're with her again!” The Sokovian admitted with tears in her eyes.

A few beats of silence passed as you stared at your girlfriend. You couldn’t wrap your head around the accusation she just threw at you. “You seriously think I’m cheating on you?” You asked with a dry laugh while pointing at yourself.

“I don’t know what I think, Y/N. I know you got extremely uncomfortable when Tony mentioned Natasha at dinner tonight. He has been talking about you two nonstop lightly,” Wanda admitted with a sigh as she refused to meet your gaze. You scoffed at your girlfriend’s words and walked off toward your room. “Y/N, do not walk away from me!” Wanda shouted as she followed you.

She watched you grab your keys and pack a small bag with a change of clothes. “What are you doing?” Wanda questioned softer, afraid that she had pushed you too far. “I’m leaving,” you stated as you threw your bag over your shoulder and tried to leave the room, but Wanda stopped you.

“Let me through, Wanda,” you said as you tried to push past the woman, but she stopped you. “No, not until you talk to me!” She replied, and you could see the tears in her eyes, but you didn’t care. Not right now, not after she accused you of cheating on her based on a drunken man’s words.

You scoffed and threw down your bag, and sat on the edge of the bed while staring up at Wanda. “There’s nothing for me to say,” you mumbled. It killed you to hear the love of your life through outlandish accusations at you, and you needed your space from her. Not that you were angry with her; you were just upset with how she acted like she had personally seen you with Natasha.

“I love you more than anything, Wanda. I truly do, and this is not how I expected tonight to end. But I cannot sit around here and listen to you question my devotion to you. I worship the ground you walk on, and I would never cheat on you, but the way you talk about me makes it seem like you wish I would,” you admitted as you stood up from the bed and walked to the doorway, “will you please let me leave now?”

The redhead spent the next few moments thinking before finally speaking up, “You seriously think I want you to cheat on me?”

You let out a dry laugh as you picked up your bag again and pushed past Wanda, “Yes, Wanda. I think that because you finally need an excuse to get rid of me!” You yelled with tears in your eyes as you pointed at her, “I love you so much that it hurts, but I don’t even get an ounce of respect from you!”

Wanda said nothing as she watched you storm out of the door. She felt her heart rip apart as she watched you leave the driveway in your car, and when she could no longer see your car, she broke down and cried.

The Sokovian was never great with expressing her love for you, but she never thought it would be the driving factor in tearing you two apart. She sometimes wanted to tell you how much she loved you; she knew you needed to hear the words, but she could only express her love through actions.

She knew you needed space, so she waited around the house for you to return.

When the clock struck midnight, however, she began to get nervous, afraid that you had finally snapped and left her. She frantically tried calling you, but the phone automatically went to voicemail.

She needed you more than anything, and she had lost you. Wanda had lost her home and her brother, and she had survived. But losing you would kill her. So, she swallowed all the pride she had and went out on a mission to find you.

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Finding you was a much more complex challenge than Wanda initially anticipated. You had turned your phone on airplane mode, so any calls or texts Wanda tried were automatically declined. And she couldn’t even track you on Life360, which pissed her off more than it should have. She then called everyone on the team, even Natasha and Tony, but they hadn’t seen you.

“I’ll keep an eye out for her, Wanda. Don’t worry,” Natasha said into the phone. The Russian worried about you, for Wanda’s sake, even though she knew from experience you could be a pain in the ass.

“Thank you, Natasha, I appreciate it,” Wanda responded.

“No problem; let me know when you find her so I murder her for you.”

Wanda laughed at the other woman’s joke. Natasha always knew how to cheer people up, no matter the circumstances. “Trust me, I will,” a few seconds passed before Wanda asked, “Would you happen to have Maria’s number? She and Y/N are really good friends, so she might be with her.”

Hushed whispers could be heard on the other end of the phone, and it sounded like Natasha was arguing with someone. When Wanda was getting ready to ask what was happening, a different voice said. “Um, actually, Wanda, Y/N isn’t with me because I’m with Natasha right now,” Maria spoke into the phone, and Wanda could hear the embarrassment in the raven-haired woman’s voice.

“Oh, oh. I am sorry, you two; I didn’t mean to interrupt. I didn’t know you two were a thing,” Wanda apologized when she finally realized what was happening between Natasha and Maria.

“It’s okay,” Natasha laughed into the phone once she stole it back from her girlfriend, “We’ll keep an eye out for Y/N and give you a call if we find her. Okay?”

“Okay, thank you, Natasha. I owe you one.”

“It’s not a problem. Stay safe, Wans; I love you,” Natasha said before hanging up the phone. Natasha cared for Wanda like a sister, and she hated knowing that the other woman was hurting.

With nothing left to do and no other options, Wanda began driving around the city, trying to find you, wherever that was.

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Wanda wasn’t even ten minutes into her hunt for you when she received a call from Natasha. When she answered the phone, she could hear the faint crying of someone, followed by slurred words.

“Shut the fuck up!” Natasha screamed at the crying person before turning her attention to the phone, “I’m sorry about that,” Natasha apologized in a much softer tone, “but I found Y/N.”

At the mention of your name, Wanda sprung up from the couch and grabbed her keys. “Oh my god, thank you so much, Natasha,” Wanda said as she flew out to her car.

Natasha scoffed at the other end of the line, “Don’t thank me yet; I’m seriously considering killing her if you don’t get here soon.”

“Why? What’s she doing?” Wanda asked once she got her phone hooked up to the Bluetooth system in her car and began driving toward Natasha’s apartment.

“Well, she’s currently talking about your relationship problems and is asking me how she can fix things between the two of you,” Natasha said before yelling in Russian at someone, presumably you.

Wanda quietly chuckled at Natasha’s words, “I’m on my way; just don’t kill her before I get there.”

“No promises,” Natasha replied with a slight huff and hung up the phone, praying that Wanda got there soon or else she would not be held responsible for your murder.

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As she approached the door to Natasha’s apartment, Wanda could hear the sounds of faint arguing followed by violent sobs.

“Stop being a baby!” The Sokovian heard Natasha yell on the other side of the door and then she listened to the crying continue. “I’m going to stab you in the neck with a knife if you don’t stop!” Wanda had to bite back a laugh at the Russian’s threat while she knocked.

She heard a quiet ‘thank god’ before the door was flung open. Natasha wore an annoyed expression while her eyes looked like they had seen Hell itself. She ushered the witch into the room, and Wanda sighed with relief.

You were sitting on the floor with your legs outstretched in front of you with a bottle of Seagrams in a bandaged hand, and Wanda could smell the alcohol on you as soon as she stepped into the room. Your eyes instantly shot up to Wanda as she walked toward you, but you made no effort to stand up; you were afraid she was here to break things off with you.

“Hi,” you said with bloodshot eyes and a sloppy smile as you tried your best to act somewhat sober. “Hi,” Wanda replied as she crouched before you, “are you ready to go?”

With a nod of your nod, your girlfriend helped you stand up, and you finished off the alcohol. “Here you go,” you slurred with a smile on your face as you handed the bottle to Maria, who gave you a quirt nod as she watched you leave with Wanda.

Wanda let you out to the car and opened the door for you, and helped buckle you once she saw you struggle with the seat belt. She gently kissed your forehead, closed the door, and entered the driver’s seat.

A quiet sniffling pulled the witch’s attention away from the road, and her heart broke when she saw that you were crying. Wanda reached over to you and gently grabbed your hand, and gave it a comforting squeeze before turning her eyes back to the road.

The rest of the drive home was silent, except for your occasional hiccup or sniffle. Wanda helped you stumbled into the house and quietly laughed when she saw you fall onto your shared bed.

You were left alone for a few minutes when Wanda left to get you a bottle of water and some pepto bismol that you will need in the morning.

When Wanda returned, you graciously accepted the water and chugged all of it within fifteen seconds before setting the empty bottle on your nightstand.

You felt the bed dip in, and you turned to see your beautiful girlfriend scoot toward you. You happily extended your arms, and she graciously accepted your embrace.

“I love you so much, Wans,” you muttered against Wanda’s chest as she placed a soft kiss on your head. “I love you too, Y/N,” she replied.

“You have bewitched me, body and soul, and I love you,” you slurred, and Wanda almost laughed at the cheesy quote, “I never wish to be parted from you from this day on.”

“Calm down, Darcy, I’m not going anywhere,” Wanda said with a small laugh as sleep slowly consumed the both of you.

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The early morning soon peeked through your curtains and instantly made your head pound. You let out a small groan and your stomach turned as you ran into the bathroom. You threw up your entire stomach in the toilet and flushed it down when you heard a dry chuckle come from behind you. With a turn of your head, you saw your alluring girlfriend leaning on the doorframe with a sly smirk on her lips.

“Feeling any better this morning?” Wanda asked as she pushed off the doorframe and approached you. You smiled when you felt a small hand fall onto your back and made back-and-forth motions. “Not at all,” you replied as you stood up and faced Wanda.

You moved to kiss her, but she placed her pointer finger on your lips and slightly pushed you backward. “Nuh uh, you just threw up and you have morning breath. Brush your teeth first,” the woman stated.

With a scoff, you began brushing your teeth while glaring at Wanda for denying your morning kisses. The witch watched as you brushed your teeth and climbed back into bed after tightly shutting the curtains.

Once you had finished brushing your teeth, you crawled into bed and cuddled up next to Wanda, who wrapped her arms around you tightly.

A few moments of silence passed before you broke it in a hushed whisper, “I’m sorry for the way I treated you last night.”

“It’s okay, Y/N, it wasn’t your fault, it was mine. I blew up on you when I shouldn’t have,” Wanda said as she felt her shirt become wet. She pulled your head off of her chest and instantly frowned when she saw that you had been crying, “What’s wrong?”

You sighed deeply as you looked into Wanda’s loving eyes, “It’s just… That’s not how I expected last night to go at all. I had this romantic dinner planned and I had everything set up.”

To say that Wanda was beyond confused would be an understatement. She could guess what you were talking about, but she didn’t want to get her hopes up if you weren’t actually planning on proposing to her. “What do you mean?” She asked with a weak tone.

“I was going to propose to you last night, Wanda. But when you pushed me off, I fell into the waiter and lost the ring that was in the champagne,” you admitted with a weak smile, and Wanda felt her heart drop at your words.

Last night was supposed to be the happiest night of your lives, and she ruined it by letting her stupid, petty jealousy get in the way. “Y/N, I’m so sorry I ruined it. I let my petty jealousy ruin our night, and I am so sorry about that. I promise I will do everything I can to make it up to you,” Wanda apologized.

“It’s alright Wanda; as long as I have you, I’m happy. I’m just a little bummed the ring was lost,” you admitted with a quiet laugh, “I guess you could say it was a champagne problem?” You finished with a raised eyebrow and a playful smirk.

Wanda chuckled at your shitty joke as she playfully slapped your arm, “I have an idea on how I can make it up to you; if you’ll let me.”

“Anything, my love.”

“Let me propose to you in an apple orchard somewhere, to make it up to you.”

“Deal,” you stated with a smile as you sealed it with a kiss from your future wife.

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natsglorifiedsimp · 2 years

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Chocolates

Summary: you want chocolates

A/n: another mama up AU for anyone who loves it lmao

Here's the list of the AU. If you wanna read it go for it. It isn't necessary but you'll get the gizz of how it's going :>

Mama up

Who's gonna tell her?

Sick & Nightmares

Salty baby

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Your eyes widen in excitement seeing the jar that was put on the team's dining table. Tony prohibited putting foods that you liked on the table cause he knows you won't stop eating them until you know the jar is empty and it's all in your stomach.

But today was your lucky day cause someone forgot to hide the jar full of chocolate on the table. You know you won't take your eyes off it until you ate it all.

However, you knew you weren't allowed to eat one. And you also know that you needed to ask permission.

You were hoping for someone who can't resist you to ask permission so you can eat it. But the only person in the living room was Natasha.

"Mamaaaa" you prolonged, already putting on some puppy eyes and a little bit swaying to enunciate you want something.

"Yesss" she replied in the same manner.

"Can I have the chocolate on the dining table?" you pouted. Natasha narrowed her eyes at the dining table to see if there is one and there was.

She looked at you hesitating her pros and cons knowing full well if she didn't give you one you're gonna throw a tantrum and if she did then you're gonna eat them all and be hyper for the rest of the day.

Deciding she doesn't wanna be tired today by how hyper you are she decided a tantrum was the best way to go.

"Nope, can't have one" she popped the p. You furrowed your eyebrows and jutted your lips more. "Pleaseee?" you pleaded.

"Nope" she focused her attention on what she was reading before you entered to hopefully distract herself from the cuteness in front of her.

"Mama please can I have one? Just one." you proposed, tilting your head to the side with a toothy grin.

Natasha shooked her head not wanting to be tempted.

"MAMAAA" you pleaded again. You sat on the floor throwing your head back for more dramatic effect and looked back at her with the most dramatic puppy eyes.

"Still no"

You sighed in defeat knowing full well she won't budge. You looked at the jar like it was gonna give you some ideas on how you could eat it and not even half a minute someone entered.

"Hey babe, whatchu reading?" Wanda asked. You whipped your head in her direction and suddenly you perked up like there was a light bulb on the top of your head.

You immediately sprang with tears and opened your arms for Wanda. "Auntie Wands" you whined.

Natasha the ever so clueless assassin immediately looked at you with furrowed eyebrows. Wanda immediately softened her gaze and rubbed her soothing hands to your cheeks wiping the tears away.

"What's wrong, bug?" Wanda cooed.

"Up, I want up" you stretched your arms for Wanda to take and she immediately scooped you up. You sobbed in her arms like you had a fall or something.

"What's wrong hm?" she asked again, rocking you in her arms.

"Mama won't give me chocolates" you murmured, clutching the younger redhead. Wanda death glared her girlfriend like it was the most betraying thing to do.

"What?" Natasha bluntly asked.

"Give the young one a chocolate" Wanda reprimanded.

"But she can't have one" Natasha argued. You sobbed once more making sure you enunciated your snot and sniffles.

"Give y/n the chocolate" Wanda glared. Natasha immediately stood up from the couch and took the jar off the table and handed it to Wanda.

"Here." Natasha stubbornly said.

"Thank you" Wanda smiled. She runs her hands through your hair and has a good look at you. "Here are your chocolates, honey. Don't cry now" she soothed.

Suddenly your tears were all gone. You gave her the most adoring smile you could ever master and kissed her on the cheeks. "Thank you, Auntie Wanda" you snaked your way down her arms and ran out of the living room but before you could you stuck your tongue out to Natasha and giggled your way into the hallway.

Natasha could only shake her head at your antics knowing you know that she couldn't say no to her girlfriend.

"You know she's gonna eat all of the chocolates right?" Natasha asked.

"I know"

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therealdisneyfan2319 · 9 months

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Mr. Mailman | Natasha Romanoff

Summary: Natasha has a crush on the mailman :)

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x Male Reader

Warnings: Mild language

Word Count: 1.7K

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A/N: This was an anon request. Enjoy!

“What’s wrong with her?” Sam asked as he watched Natasha forlornly stir her coffee while staring out the window.

“She’s upset Y/N won’t notice her,” Yelena explained.

“Shut up,” Nat snapped, shaking her head and snapping herself out of her fantasy.

“I’m not wrong. You’ve had his eye on him ever since he first showed up!”

“I said shut up!” While her tone was harsh, the blush creeping across her face told a different story. It was true. Natasha Romanoff, normally the stoic, unattached assassin, had a crush.

From the first day Y/N L/N stepped foot on the Avengers’ compound as the new Stark Industries delivery driver, Natasha was absolutely smitten. She didn’t know what it was. Maybe it was the way his biceps bulged as he pulled the truck full of packages through the loading dock. Or maybe it was the flourish he used flipping the clipboard back to the dock manager after signing the package transfer. But truth be told it was the way he glanced up from the clipboard and smiled at Natasha the first day he saw her. Ever since then she used every excuse in the book to be at the loading dock or mailroom whenever he was there.

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You never anticipated that your first job after college would be a delivery driver for Stark Industries, but here you were. While it wasn’t the office job you anticipated, driving the delivery truck was actually pretty cool. Getting to step foot on the Avengers compound every day was cool. Having Tony Stark as your boss was cool. Sneaking a glance at Natasha Romanoff whenever you could? Cool isn’t the exact word you’d use for that.

The first time you laid eyes on Nat was your first day of work. You were signing for some packages that were being transferred from the compound to the main site when she walked by. She was passing through, on her way to some other location. All you did was look at her and smile. She flashed a quick grin in your general direction before speeding off. That was the last time she actually made eye contact with you, but it wasn’t the last time you saw her. Most days she was either in the mailroom or the loading dock whenever you got there. No words were exchanged between the two of you, but she was always there. Sometimes you sensed her looking at you, but she quickly glanced away when you looked over at her.

Natasha was gorgeous, there was no doubt about that. You never missed an opportunity to steal a quick glance whenever she passed by. But you were always too scared to actually strike up a conversation with her. She was the Black Widow: something about asking one of the world’s fiercest assassins out for coffee intimidated you. There was always the slight risk that an unwanted advance would end in your assassination. So you kept your distance for reasons of personal safety…or that’s what you told yourself.

******

“As the resident expert on waiting too long, don’t.”

“Drop it, Steve,” Nat chided. “I don’t even like him.”

“Oh, that’s a lie if I’ve ever heard one,” Steve chuckled, dodging the coffee cup that came flying at his head. “It’s okay if you like him! I’ve talked to him a few times and he’s a nice guy.”

“No. No, it’s not okay. I wouldn’t know what to do if he liked me back…” she trailed off.

“You go out for coffee. You talk, you get to know each other.”

“Steve I…I’ve never actually dated anyone before!” Natasha blurted. Red crept up her cheeks as she finally admitted the one truth she never spoke aloud. The only other person who knew the truth was Yelena and even she was sworn to secrecy.

“What?”

“I know how to seduce people. That’s part of the job and I do it well. But it’s just the job. I’ve never done it for real.”

“Come on, you’re kidding. What about Connor?” Steve was shocked at the revelation. He set his coffee cup down on the counter and rubbed his beard as he stared at Natasha.

“That was a cover for the joint mission with MI6.”

“Lillian?”

“SHIELD mission.”

“David from Accounting?”

“Daniel. Just sex.”

Steve didn’t say anything: he just stared. Natasha glanced at her feet, kicking the ground in front of her as an awkward tension spread over the room. She wanted the ground to open up and swallow her whole just to get her out of such an uncomfortable situation.

“Nat-”

“No one’s going to want to go out with a woman who’s never been on a date before,” Natasha replied tersely. She gulped the lump that was slowly creeping up her throat as she once again swallowed her pride.

It’s not that she didn’t want to eventually partner up with someone, in fact it was quite the opposite. After so many years of excuses, she just figured it would never happen to her. The possibility of something finally working out scared her. Natasha worried she wouldn’t know what to do. Sex was one thing. That was transactional, something both parties rendered knowing there weren’t any strings attached. Intimacy? That involved being vulnerable and saying how you felt. After so many years living so many lies Natasha wasn’t sure she was capable of such openness.

“You’ll never know unless you try,” Steve encouraged, placing a hand on her shoulder.

“Cut the bullshit, Steve,” Natasha snapped as she shook his hand from her body. “We both know it’s not that simple.”

“It is with the right guy.”

******

Should be good after this last trip, you thought to yourself as you pushed the overflowing mail cart down the winding hallway toward the mailroom. It was cold and rainy, a miserable day to be on the road, and all you wanted was to get out of there, drive the truck back to the city, and head to your apartment in Queens. All that was left was sorting the mail and putting it in the right mailboxes.

The mailroom was a convoluted maze of boxes, bins, tubes, and chutes. Everything had a specific spot and it was easy to mess up at first. Once you got the hang of it, sorting everything out wasn’t too bad. What once took over an hour only took you twenty or so minutes now. Plopping the cart down in front of the mailboxes, you got to work stuffing envelopes, packages, and postcards where they belonged. The work was mindless, meditative almost. Once you got into the rhythm of it your brain shut off and muscle memory took over. Today you were so in the zone that you didn’t notice the redhead walk into the room behind you, so when you turned around the shock of realizing you weren’t alone made you drop your armful of envelopes.

“Oh great,” you muttered, stooping down to pick up the papers.

“Here, let me-”

“No, it’s fine-”

“No, it’s my fault. Let me help you.”

You watched as the redhead knelt down in front of you, raking papers toward herself. It was the first time you were ever that close to Natasha Romanoff. A more looming, intimidating figure in your mind, she was surprisingly smaller and less threatening up close and in sweatpants. If you didn’t know any better, you wouldn’t even know that she’s a trained assassin. She was so unobtrusive, so inconspicuous. She was also so, so incredibly beautiful.

“Sorry, I didn’t realize that you were in here,” you sheepishly apologized as you stared down at the red ponytail that was flopping back and forth.

“I have a bad habit of sneaking up on people,” Natasha admitted.

“Understandable,” you chuckled. Natasha gave a slight smile as she handed you some envelopes. God her eyes were the brightest green you’d ever seen. You grabbed the envelopes from her, holding onto them and locking eyes with her for far too long. Suddenly realizing you were actually a human being on earth currently existing in the moment, you cleared your throat abruptly and looked down at the letters.

“A lot of mail today,” Natasha mumbled. She snapped her head toward the mailbox, trying to hide the redness spreading over her cheeks. “Are you always this busy?”

“Uhhh, no. Not always. Normally it’s not this bad. Did y’all collectively decide that today was the best day to order from Amazon?”

“That’s either Bucky or Yelena. My sister’s always buying stuff she doesn’t need and Bucky loves the novelty of next-day delivery. I think it’s that whole ‘born over a hundred years ago’ thing.”

“Funny. Most of these packages are for you,” you teased, thrusting a stack of envelopes in her direction.

“What on earth?” Natasha fumbled the packages, completely confused as to why she had so many packages when she didn’t remember ordering anything. You watched as her eyes furrowed in utter confusion. Her bewilderment was equally amusing and adorable. “This has to be some sort of mistake.”

“I just deliver the mail, ma’am,” you replied.

“And make me feel old, Mr. Mailman. You can call me Natasha.”

“It’s Y/N, but you can call me Mr. Mailman if that makes you feel better.”

“How about I just call you instead?” Natasha blurted without realizing what she was saying.

“What?”

The second she realized what she just said, Natasha became totally overwhelmed with embarrassment. “Sorry, I shouldn’t have said that,” she mumbled, brushing a strand of hair out of her face. “I’ll just-thanks for the packages. Have a good weekend.” She scrambled to pick up what she could before making a beeline for the door.

“Natasha, wait!” you heard yourself calling. “Please just wait, please, ummm…” She paused, still looking down at her packages as she faced away from you. “Umm, coffee? I mean, d’you want to get coffee? Not right now, I’ve still gotta get the truck back to the city. But maybe tomorrow? Or I can do Sunday if tomorrow doesn’t work. Basically whenever you’re free I can clear my schedule. If you want. No pressure.”

“Alright.”

“Sooooo tomorrow then?”

“Yeah. Tomorrow.” She glanced behind herself, shooting you a half grin that she was failing to stop from becoming a full on smile.

“Cool. Great. Awesome. Yeah, see you tomorrow,” you replied, totally breathless and in shock at the situation. A coffee date with Natasha Romanoff…what could go wrong?

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elizabethsnuts · 11 months

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Runaway baby

Winterwidow x daughter!reader

Summary: The Avengers take a trip to an indoor playground with a baby that loves to climb and hide.

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It was a sunny weekend, and the Avengers decided to take a break from their heroic duties and enjoy a day out with their families. Bucky and Natasha brought their adorable baby daughter, Y/N, along for the fun. The indoor playground was bustling with activity as the Avengers' children ran around, laughing and playing.

While the kids explored the colorful play structures, the adults found a spot to relax and enjoy some lunch while having the children in eye view. Bucky and Natasha sat at a table, keeping a close eye on you, while you crawled away as fast as your tiny hands and knees could carry you.

Natasha sighed, reaching out to pick you up and bring you back to the table. "Come on, sweetheart. You can't climb up there. It's not safe."

Bucky chuckled, watching your determined attempts to climb on the high equipment. "She's got your adventurous spirit, Nat."

As Natasha held you close, you were wriggling and squirming to get back down to set off on your little mission. Tony who couldn't resist making a funny remark. "You guys should specialise in baby chasing, seems you have quite the experience."

Bucky rolled his eyes playfully. "Yeah, thanks for that, Tony."

Natasha made the terrible mistake of putting you down to go quickly grab a high chair for you. Just as your little knees hit the floor, you were off, scurrying down over to the play equipment to hide away from your mama who in your mind was rudely trying to confine you like a prisoner.

Just as Nat set down the high chair, she was already heading over to the playground, now realising what she had done.

“Y/N/N my love, where did you go this time, come back to your mama”

Spotting you hiding under a slide, she quickly makes her way over to you and scoops you up. Holding you close to her chest, she heads back over to the table with an amused expression on her face. You who, despite being very irritated with your mamas choice in actions, ended up settling into Natasha arms.

Natasha then placed you in the high chair, and strapped you in securely to assure you don’t break your way out. But once again you continued to wriggle and attempt an escape.

Chuckling, Natasha leaned closer to you and began to talk to you. "Now, Y/N, you need to stay in your seat. We don't want you getting hurt, do we?"

With your tiny hands resting on the high chair tray, narrowing your emerald green eyes at Natasha, pulling off a classic Romanoff-glare. Natasha couldn't help but be amused. "Don't give me that look, little miss. You're just like your mama."

The other Avengers couldn't help but comment on the striking resemblance between you and Natasha. Thor smiled warmly and said, "She truly is a miniature Black Widow."

The day at the indoor playground was filled with joy, laughter, and the delightful chaos that comes with raising superhero children. And amidst it all, Bucky and Natasha cherished their little daughter, the spitting image of her mother, whose fearless spirit only added to the charm of their extraordinary family.

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mrs-illyrian-baby · 7 months

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The Old Gods and The New - Chapter 1

Rules to Follow | Loki x Reader

The Avengers bring you to the compound after a series of odd events draws their attention. Life seems to be looking up, until your abilities start to show again.

Chapter warnings: 18+ for implied sexual content, false/medical imprisonment

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The cold, bleak conference room was a welcome balm against the uproar of the last two days.

You weren't sure how it happened. One minute you were furious, staring down from the balcony of your flat, anger bubbling through your veins. And then you were watching a row of cars burn in the car park below.

Maybe you would've gotten away with it if the weather was bad. If less people had been around. If it hadn't gone viral on TikTok. If it was the first time you'd done something weird.

It wasn't unusual for people to have strange powers, not anymore, but there were certain rules to follow. Rules that included not setting cars on fire and frightening passersby. Rules your grandfather had set about staying in the flat and controlling your emotions, taking your medicine and laying low.

A hand snapped in front of your face.

“Okay kid, spill. What are you?” Tony asked.

“Uhm, I’m not anything at all?”

“No, come on. Setting shit on fire, what’s that?”

“Monster, alien or wizard?” Sam piped up.

“I swear to god Samuel quit it with that,” a pen flew across the room with surprising accuracy and embedded itself in the wall behind Sam’s head.

You’d seen them on TV, the Falcon and the Winter Soldier, Captain America, Black Widow, Hulk, Vision, Scarlet Witch and Iron Man. It’d be cool if you had any idea why you were here.

“Mr Stark. I didn’t even know I was doing it until it was too late. I don't know how it happens, but I promise I’m not a threat. It wasn't deliberate, you have to believe me." Your voice wavered, tears pooling in your tired eyes.

“Tony, let her sleep. She can use the spare room on our floor. We’ll keep an eye on her”

“Thank you Mr Rogers” you choked, wiping your eyes.

“Steve, please” his face was soft, reassuring.

It took an hour to find you something proper to wear.

A day to get your room fixed up, belongings brought from your little flat in London and new furniture procured

A week before you ate with the team, although you watched them from a safe distance.

A month before you really spoke to anyone. Eventually they called in a therapist.

The compound was nice, spacious and modern. There was no work to do, like at your grandfather's flat, just lots of questions that left you tired and disoriented.

Lauren the therapist was the only person you'd really communicated with, even though you were sure she was relaying the information back to the Avengers anyway.

"So from what I can tell, she's around twenty five to thirty." Lauren addressed the room, taking in the gathered Avengers. "The details of her life are very hazy, she lived in that flat you visited, Steve, with her Grandad. I know she cared for him and he died some months ago leaving her the flat in his will. She takes medication every day." Laura turned to Bruce "I hope the few I managed to pass on were helpful, so you can refill her script when she needs it."

"That's the thing," Bruce said, "I can't work out what she's been taking. I've had FRIDAY take scans and vitals, asked Dr Cho, there doesn't seem to be anything wrong with her."

"Because she takes her pills?"

"No, Steve, there's just - there's nothing wrong with her. Her temperature is a little elevated. But that's it, not a dangerous amount. I'd just say she runs warmer."

"So what's in the pills?" Tony asked, leaning over Bruce to look in the manilla file he had spread open on the table.

"If I didn't know better I'd say something alien."

"But you do know better…" Tony prompted.

"Adgardian maybe? But in a bottle from her local pharmacy. The name on the bottle’s been scratched off and I couldn’t find anything like this on any pharmacy database."

Tony and Steve turned to Natasha and she nodded. She'd not been able to find anything either. No phone, no social media, home schooled. Sam suggested they do it the ‘old fashioned way’ and started to encourage Lauren to bring the woman out of her room to spend time with the others in hopes she would make more friends and let more information out.

As you spent more time with the group they found you brought a strange sense of calm, arguments stopped as you approached the table, worries about missions faded away. They even spent more time together as a team organising movie nights and parties, sitting together and being more tactile.

That’s when things started to get very strange.

The old evening routine of everyone slinking off to their bedrooms had been replaced by an easy comradery and then a fizzle of excitement started to build. The music seemed muffled and even Steve and Bucky’s heads felt fuzzy, drunk.

“Let's play spin the bottle!” You declared, downing your beer and lining it up on the coffee table. Before anyone else could fully agree you had flicked the bottle, everyone watched it slow until it came to a stop in front of Wanda.

“You girls don’t have to kiss if you don’t want to,” Steve said. But you shook your head.

“I don’t mind if Wanda doesn’t… I like girls too and it's just a game, right?” you shrugged.

You leaned over and kissed Wanda quickly on the lips, noting the frisson of tension that built when you pulled away.

Sam went next, “your lucky night,” he laughed before pulling you in for a kiss.

The next spin was Natasha and somehow no one was surprised when it landed on you again. Natasha leaned in close but, before her lips could meet yours, you tilted your head to whisper in her ear, “I know there’s someone else you want to kiss, you don’t have to." Natasha blushed, but pressed a warm kiss to your lips anyway.

“Did you rig this bottle?” Steve asked, picking it up before spinning. You, again.

Bucky put his hand on the bottle. “I wonder who” he laughed, but you had noticed his eyes move across the circle to the red headed assassin.

As he leaned in for the inevitable kiss you put your hand up, hiding your mouths, “she’s a good kisser,” the words were out before you could stop them. Bucky pulled back, frowning.

“Who?”

You didn't answer, but your eyes danced across the circle to Natasha, studying Bucky's face as he followed the line of your sight. With their eyes locked you placed a chaste kiss on Bucky’s cheek.

You felt dizzy, only two beers in, but your head was swimming. The rest of the group weren’t fairing any better, both girls falling asleep and the boys nodding back against the sofa. Quietly you removed yourself from the pile of blankets and slunk back to your room. You hadn’t meant to say any of that, but you could feel it deeply, so deeply the words had bubbled out before you could swallow them back down.

That night your sleep troubled you, the room was too warm making you sweat and writhe in the sheets and dreams of the Avengers flashing behind your closed eyes.

The next morning no one could make eye contact, each team member focusing on their coffee or toast, eyes down.

When you sat down the same static spark of electricity seemed to move over the kitchen island, making everyone squirm and move in their seats.

Eventually Wanda completed the group, walking in red faced and nervous as she looked around the kitchen before visibly relaxing.

“Oh, we all had the same dream!” She exclaimed “I don’t feel so bad now.” She said, cheerily.

“Wan, you’re not meant to read our minds,” Natasha protested, covering her ears as if that would make any difference at all.

“Can we not talk about it,” Bucky grumbled, looking away from Natasha.

“But you slept, Bucky, isn’t that good?” At least Wanda was happy, you felt hot and sick “you didn’t have a nightmare like usual, you had the same …”

“Enough,” he snapped, slamming his spoon into his bowl a little too hard, milk splashing on the spotless counters.

“Your dream was different though,” Wanda put a hand on your temple despite your attempt to squirm away, “yeah, yours was very different. And so was yours,” She pointed at Natasha who looked over to Bucky without thinking.

Wanda squeaked, a hand over her mouth “But Bucky, yours was just like…”

“Thats enough, ” Steve stood hands on the counter, “we need to figure out whatever is going on here,” everyone looked away blushing as he crossed his arms, Captain America voice in full effect. “For goodness sake, I’m going to speak to Bruce.”

Steve stormed out and a rush of air moved across the island as everyone breathed out. Wanda let out an awkward laugh, head down so she wouldn't catch the eye of her teammates and left the room.

After that incredibly awkward breakfast you began to pull away from the more open group spaces and started to spend a lot of time in the lab with Bruce while he tried to synthesise your medication. The small unlabeled tube of pills one of Stark’s assistants had packed for you was now empty. But all Bruce had been able to discover was a heavy sedative.

“You shouldn’t have even been able to walk around taking something that strong." He took his glasses off to rub a hand over his face, the fatigue of a sleepless night of experiments catching up to him, "you feel okay now?”

“Yeah”

“But you’re an inch taller than yesterday you said?”

“I’m an inch taller than I was this morning.”

Bruce rubbed his hand on his face, dangling his glasses from the other hand.

“Okay, walk me through what happened again”

“So I sat next to Captain Rodgers and Sergeant Barnes in the kitchen and when I stood up I was an inch taller, I could tell because my jeans were too short.”

“That’s not how growing works,” Bruce took a seat beside you and huffed out a breath.

“I know that I’m not doing it on purpose”

For the last few days you had been slowly growing the trait of anyone you were in close contact with. It was unnerving everyone, looking up and seeing their eyes glowing back, or their hair colour tinged in highlights around your face. But worse still was that there was no clear explanation, none that you could or would give.

It wasn’t the only change the team had noticed. Wanda, Nat, Sam, Steve and Bucky spent the most time together and they had all spent the most time alone together with you. But after only a few days they refused to even enter a room if you were there, prefering to skirt around the edges or take a different route.

They couldn’t forget the night when they played spin the bottle, in fact they had thrown away all the beer of the same brand and there had been no more team evenings suggested.

When you were alone with them a tension seemed to fill in the air. Steve had shifted your training rotation so that no one was ever left alone in the gym with you. Sam admitted you’d almost kissed last time you were alone and, red faced, Wanda agreed. Natasha and Bucky had also blushed, looking at each other out of the corners of their eyes. They complained that you kept trying to make them stand next to each other, and had even locked them into a cupboard 'by accident’ while pretending that you were unable to find the key until Steve freed them.

You couldn’t seem to control the feeling either, a primal urge inside of you growing the longer you were without your tablets. Growling and clawing until you had to excuse yourself and take a handful of the sleeping pills Bruce had given you.

Wanda admitted, as you escaped the building tension for the last time, that this was when her dreams were the most extreme and everyone nodded along. Their nights filled with vivid, primal scenes, moaning and panting, the touch and taste of another filling their senses.

And, though you could hear them talking about you, you could never admit that your dreams were different, that you saw yourself orchestrating their dreams like a puppet master, like a god and you’d wake in a cold sweat.

Frightened, they placed you in the medical wing, a secure room with two way mirrors, sound proofing and, most importantly, a lock. Bruce told you that it was somewhere safe, where you could withdraw from the medication that was dwindling in the little orange bottle. But Tony was relieved that the team could relax now without you around.

Alone, you took another sedative and rolled over in your plastic bed, under the thin sheet, and cried.

The last time the team had met someone who had so easily got inside them and changed their dynamic, they had ended up with an alien invasion. Steve was sure you weren’t in control, thinking about your embarrassment and desperation when Bucky and Natasha were locked in the cupboard, how quickly you left the room whenever the conversation became heated. He was sure, sure , you were safe, that it was just a side effect of whatever you’d been taking all these years and that given time everything would go back to normal.

Tony, however, was taking no chances.

“We need to call Thor.” He suggested as they watched you through the mirror, you were reading a book and running your finger over your lip as you concentrated. With each pass of your finger your lips changed colour, working through shades of pink and red.

“What can Thor do?” Bruce had had enough stress for one month, thank you very much, and was much happier handing out medication until they could find somewhere else to send you. All he needed to do was refine some samples and he’d be able to remake your medication and then he could give Fury the go ahead to have you moved.

“He can bring Loki,” Tony said, jumping up to sit on the tall lab counter and tossing a few blueberries into his mouth.

Bruce looked over at him, one eyebrow raised. “Is that a good idea? The man’s mad.”

“I don’t want to see him anymore than you do. But they could help us figure out if this is magic like them, or a mutation, or if…it’s something else. Then you can pack her off to whichever medical facility you think is appropriate.” Tony waved his hand around in the air as if to demonstrate the unknown fears they all shared. “She shape shifts, Bruce. Loki can do that. And the manipulating thoughts and feelings? Maybe she can learn to control it. We need her to control herself and maybe, maybe , if we’re nice enough, she’ll want to help us too.”

“Do we really want Loki to teach her that, how do we know we can trust him?” Bruce cringed, thinking of the havoc the man had wrought, even if he was being manipulated. Loki was powerful, who knew what he could achieve with a little planning.

“Thor can help keep him in line,” Tony seemed confident and although his confidence was often catching, Bruce still felt the deep simmer of apprehension sitting low in his gut.

“At least we’re not fighting like last time,” Bruce sighed heavily, the memory of his last encounter with Loki still fresh in his mind.

“No, but the sexual tension is killing me. We need to end this.” Tony laughed, thinking back to the red faces of his colleagues and their lack of enthusiasm when he suggested they get drunk and play spin the bottle again.

“Okay, fine, Tony, you win. Call Thor.” Bruce sighed, leaning forward onto the counter and resting his head in his hands.

“And Loki?”

“And Loki."

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