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eva-knits12 · 4 months

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Valentine's Day With Steve

Trigger warning: labor, emergency c-section, childbirth, Steve Rogers, fluff in the end

Summary: It's Valentine's Day, and you and Steve welcome James into the world.

The nursery is set up. The crib is built, the changing table is built. The dresser is full of onesies, booties, and various other baby clothes. You're napping in bed, while Steve is giving you a foot rub.

You feel a sharp pain. At first, you think it's Braxton Hicks, so Steve fetches you a glass of water. You drink the water.

"Thanks, Steve," you say, and drink the water.

"Shh, doll. James will be here soon," says Steve.

"Steve, can you help me up? Our son is sitting on my bladder again," you say.

It seems that just when you would get comfortable again as best as you can, James would sit on your bladder. Steve helps you up, and helps you to the bathroom, because you need to pee for the 200th time this morning.

Steve looks at the sketchbook. Today's sketch was with you, naked, and you have a bright red heart and nice, white heart with lace trim on your belly. The little chalkboard that had that day's stats were in the drawing, and each stat is of the chalkboard that is drawn up close. It's dated February 14th.

A little while later, you feel another pain, this one sharper and more painful than the last.

"STEVE!", you scream.

Steve comes rushing and sees you doubled over.

"Oh, Doll," coos Steve.

"I'll call the doctor," says Steve

"AHHHHHHHH, the baby's coming Steve!", you scream.

Steve is calling the doctor, and you feel dizzy and lightheaded. You faint, and Steve immediately calls 911. Something is definitely wrong!

Steve is on the phone with the operator, and is trying to bring you back around. The ambulance arrives, and the paramedics are busy taking your vitals and setting you up on a fetal monitor. The fetal monitor indicates that the baby's heartbeat is going down rapidly, which is affecting you. You're also bleeding uncontrollably, which is another reason why you passed out. The paramedics are trying to control your bleeding, and they realize that you now have a placental abruption.

Steve is sitting in the ambulance, worried sick. The paramedics are busy working on you, and are keeping in touch with the hospital. The hospital immediately sets up an OR, and your ob/gyn is there, wanting to keep an eye on the baby.

When the paramedics arrive at the hospital, you've finally come around. You still have an oxygen mask on, and you're still bleeding. The doctor and nurses rush you to the OR, and get ready for an emergency c-section. It was the only way that James could be delivered safely. Steve is in there, and his nerves are frazzled. He's trying to keep it together for you, but he is worried sick.

The doctor immediately puts you on IV drip with anesthetic coming in your spine locally. They don't put you to sleep during a c-section, and you're still breathing through the oxygen mask. You came to when you arrived at the hospital.

"Shh, James will be here soon, doll. Just hang on," says Steve, who has grabbed your hand, and kisses your hand.

You nod with the oxygen mask on. The IV drip is providing the anesthetic, and the doctor has now cut you open. James is immediately removed, and it was discovered that the umbilical cord was wrapped around his neck. He was losing oxygen rapidly, which was caused you to faint. The cord being wrapped around James' neck was what caused the placental abruption, so it was basically the lack of oxygen that James was getting that was causing the placental abruption.

James Joseph Rogers is born on February 14 at 1:15 p.m. via an emergency c-section.

The ob/gyn, and the nurses are now trying to bring James around. The doctor had managed to get the cord unwrapped, but it took a while for James to start breathing. When you and Steve hear James cry, you both breathe a sigh of relief.

An incubator in the NICU is ready, and James is placed in the incubator. The incubator will not only keep James alive, it will help him start to breathe regularly, have a regular heartbeat and it will help him recover. The doctors give you and James and excellent prognosis. James may not have to be in the incubator for long, and you have an excellent chance at recovery, since Steve had enough sense to call an ambulance the second you fainted. James is set up on a machine that is keeping an eye on his vitals.

You just wanted to hold James after he was born. You're devasted, and Steve is sitting next to James in the incubator. He's stroking James' head, and telling him that he's amazingly strong, just like his mama. You sleep after a while. A few hours later, the nurse takes you to the NICU so that you can feed James. The nurse asked if you planned on breastfeeding, bottle feeding, or pumping. You were going to breast feed James for the first year of his life.

"James, this is not how we wanted you to start life. Originally, your mom and I were planning on home birthing you," says Steve.

The home birthing part is true. You had no intention of wanting to give birth in a hospital. You were low risk, everything was normal, and you had the doctor, a nurse, and a midwife at the ready. You had everything ready for the home birth. In fact, you felt it would be more natural to have a home birth. Steve felt the same way. Steve would be behind you, saying soothing things, while you were in labor. You would eventually be naked, giving birth to James. You would be squatting and pushing James out. You felt that a home birth would be the one of the most beautiful and natural things that you and Steve would experience as a couple. Valentine's day would be even more meaningful since James would be born, and it would be the best Valentine's day ever!

James had other ideas. He was born via an emergency c-section.

The nurse helps you pull down your gown, and you release your breast. The nurse carefully removes James from the incubator, and hands you James. You hold your breast to James and he takes it.

James and you are bonding in the most beautiful and natural way possible. Steve is smiling at the wholesome site. Steve is sitting in the corner, drawing a picture of breast feeding James.

You finish feeding James, and Steve gives you a loving kiss to your forehead.

"Get some sleep, doll," says Steve. You were tired. You looked tired. The nurse takes you back to your hospital room, and Steve is right next to you. You both fall asleep in the hospital bed, exhaustion taking over the both of you.

"Good morning, doll," says Steve. Steve and you wake up in the hospital.

"Good morning, Steve," you say.

The next morning, you see a hospital crib in your room. You think you're seeing things, and you call the nurse. It takes you a while to realize that it's your baby, and that James must be doing a lot better.

"James made a full recovery," explains the nurse.

"He's breathing normally, he has a normal heart rate, he's a strong, healthy baby boy," says the nurse.

"How did he recover so quickly?" you ask.

Dr. Banner walks in, and says his congratulations. He explains that Steve's altered DNA and Steve's serum made James be stronger than most. He explained that it was the altered DNA that helped speed up James' recovery. Bruce even packed a hospital bag for you that contained all the basic needs. His girlfriend helped him. What happened was so fast that Steve didn't have any time to pack, let alone think. He was concerned with you.

It turned out the reason why Bruce was here was that he was dating one of the nurses. He heard about what happened, and that she had to be in the OR. Being a nurse had it's advantages, and Bruce was the only person that she could think of to call. Luckily, Bruce told Tony and everyone. Bruce was a gossip, and he was the one that blurted out that you were pregnant well after you had hyperemesis gravidarum. You and Steve wanted to announce it when you both had the cookout at the house you both bought.

'Thanks, Bruce," you say, tiredness in your voice. Steve hugs Bruce.

Later on, the rest of the Avengers arrive to see you and James. Tony says that James should have been named after him.

"Tony! This is our baby," you say.

"We chose to name him after Bucky and after my father," says Steve.

"Anthony Rogers has a MUCH better ring to it," says Tony.

"I wanted to name our son after Steve's best friend and his father," you say.

Bucky and Natasha come in and congratulate you and Steve. Bucky found another teddy for James that looks like Bucky that's dressed as the Winter Soldier.

Thor sees James, and comments to Steve that James was already a figher.

"Thanks, Thor," says Steve.

Clint comments how much James is like Steve, even down to Steve's features. You thank Clint.

A few days later, you and Steve are ready to take James home. Bucky arrives in the car you and Steve picked out. The car seat was already loaded in, your hospital bag was already packed. You had already applied the antibiotic ointment. Steve pulls the car around, and Bucky wheels you down. Bucky drives you and Steve back home, with you and Steve sitting in the back.

Bucky parks in the driveway, and Steve gets out and opens the door. You and James are sleeping in the backseat, so Steve carries you into the house, bridal style, and Bucky carries James in, and places James in his crib.

Steve falls asleep next to you. Bucky decides to stay for a while in case you and Steve need anything. Natasha comes over, and helps the both of you.

After a while, James cries, and he needs to be fed. You breast feed him, and this feels amazing. You and Steve are tired, you had an unplanned c-section, you feel sort of frumpy, but Steve tells you every hour how beautiful you are.

"Shh, James. I know you and mama went through a lot," says Steve. Steve places a Captain America pacifier in James mouth. James falls asleep again.

"You are so beautiful and so strong, doll," says Steve.

"You are the most beautiful new mother ever," says Steve.

You cry at this because Steve is so right. You feel ugly at times, but Steve makes you feel less insecure and more beautiful. Your body housed your and Steve's baby for nine whole months.

Steve and you slow dance to "It's Been a Long, Long Time" by Kitty Kallen and then to " Perfect" by Ed Sheeran.

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"Steve, I love you so much. You are the best husband a woman can ask for, and more. You even made me feel safe after I had James via a c-section," you say.

"Shh, I love you, too, doll. I love you so much. You went through a lot to bring James into the world. You made my dream of marriage and fatherhood come true. I love you so much because you are so strong, even after you escaped your last relationship. I knew you were going to be my wife the second we bumped into each other," says Steve.

"Yeah, I wasn't paying attention to where I was going. I was too busy making sure the papers that Tony gave me were in order," you say.

"Being the gentlemen you were, you stopped to help me pick them up and you looked like a little lost puppy trying to navigate a new world in a new place," you say.

"You were the most beautiful woman I've ever seen," you say.

You and Steve kiss each other lovingly. This feels amazing because Steve is doing his best to make you feel beautiful again, even though you're tired, you feel frumpy, and you can't even remember when was the last time you showered or even brushed your teeth.

You and Steve continue like this for a while. Bucky and Natasha order Chinese for everyone. You all eat your dinner, and Bucky and Natasha stay the night in case you both need anything.

You and Steve fall asleep in each other's arms. After a while, James cries, needing a feeding, then cries again an hour later, needing a change. You feed James, and Steve changes his diaper.

The love between you and Steve was special and beautiful. James even added more love between the both of you and he added even more love to the Rogers household.

It was the best Valentine's day ever! Next year, you and Steve would be celebrating James' first birthday.

#steve rogers #bucky barnes #the avengers #natasha romanov #clint barton #tony stark #bruce banner #thor odinson #c section #labor #home birth #fluff #valentine's day #james joseph rogers

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graunblida · 2 years

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@bokketo said: "I’ve started investing in stocks: beef, chicken, and vegetable. Someday, I hope I’ll be a bouillonaire." // clint

lexa blinks a few times, letting the pun really SINK in. lips are soon drawn in a thin line, her expression twisting into fake disappointment. “ i understand that this is the reason we are friends but. why are you the way you are? ”

#bokketo #c; clint barton #ii. my truth will be my own » answered.#v: below me waits the loathing nemesis » marvel 002 verse.#she's just mad she didn't come up with it first teehee.

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firelightfables-arc · 1 year

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"does it hurt ?"

mercy, please... @mercymedic

clint has to do a double take, no, a rare triple take. because the clinic is anything but heaven, tile floors inexplicably stained, plaster missing from scraggly patches on the wall and decidedly not covered by the shitty framed photos of flowers. nope, not heaven, or heavenly like in the slightest. and it's not even the worst urgent care he's been in.

what is unusual though is the halo he could have sworn was around the doctor's face. it's a testament to the drugs they gave him, because clint has to blink a few times before the halo dissipates, leaving behind a face that honestly wouldn't have been out of place amongst the choirs.

his grin goes lopsided. "could ask the same of you, doc." his shoulder, at a funny angle, doesn't respond how he wants it to, but the pain is at least gone. "bet it was a long way to fall from heaven."

#mercymedic #( visage : clint barton )#( I hate him c: )#( queue : firelightfables )

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problematicbastards · 2 years

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Clint, what do you think of the young avengers?

"I think we should get our shit together instead of expecting kids to finish the fights we've started." The response was immediate, and Clint didn't even look up from the food he was eating to give the reporter the satisfaction of getting his full attention.

#c; clint barton [hawkeye]

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petnews2day · 2 months

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Rise Of The Ronin Is A Cat Lover’s Paradise

New Post has been published on https://petn.ws/XmOmg

Rise Of The Ronin Is A Cat Lover’s Paradise

Just as I arrive in Yokohama, one of Rise of the Ronin’s three major cities, I hear a soft meowing in the distance. Spurred by what must be the cutest of cats, I sprint off in the direction of the mews when I encounter a dilapidated bandit camp. I kill everyone there, not just because […]

See full article at https://petn.ws/XmOmg #CatsNews #Amazon, #Cat, #CatBehavior, #ClintBarton, #HumanInterest, #KazumaKiryu, #Kotaku, #ManekiNeko, #MatthewCPerry, #Meow, #Ronin, #Rpg, #RyomaSakamoto, #Walmart, #Winslow

#amazon #cat #cat behavior #Clint Barton #Human Interest #Kazuma Kiryu #Kotaku #maneki-neko #Matthew C. Perry #meow #Ronin #rpg #Ryoma Sakamoto #walmart #Winslow #Cats News

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fuckin-sick-bih · 5 months

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I read your teas fic and oh my god its so amazing. Kudos to you for that! I only recently got into marvel but i would love to see some natash content if you’d like?

glad you liked the Tess fic! i can try to brainstorm for some Nat fics, but i also really enjoy writing d/Deaf Clint! so he may make an appearance which could be interesting...? dunno! just spitballing!

#bex answers stuff #n/atasha r/omanoff #c/lint b/arton #the amount of times i almost write “clit barton” will never not be funny to me #m/arvel #well shit now my brain is stuck on kink clint who doesn't hear her snz at first but is just completely stuck on how she moves/breathes...#how her face/nose scrunches and he thinks his hearing aid is broken until he realizes she's stifling completely silent bc... Assassin #cue coaxing to sneeze normally or at least out loud bc... plz Nat?

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lespetitspoisons · 2 years

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The ghost of some memories so warm

Sam est, comme assez souvent il a l’impression, où en tout cas quand il a Steve chez lui, le premier debout pour lancer le café et mettre un semblant de table. Assez pour qu’on ne lui dise pas qu’il n’a rien fait, en tout cas, c’est à dire une petite tour de bols, des cuillères et des couteaux en vrac, et quelques tasses. Très bien, ça leur ira sûrement. Il attends quelques minutes et prends un fond de tasse, juste pour le petit réveil, et repose le café pour qu’il continue à dripper et reste au chaud, et part courir, se disant qu’il verra les autres en revenant. Il a peur qu’il fasse trop chaud si il attends 7h, si la température de la veille est une indication, et le début des chants d’oiseaux est trop invitant à aller faire un tour dehors. Steve est le prochain à arriver, ayant quitté son lit avec regret, mais ils ont probablement une longue journée devant eux, et il vaut mieux commencer tôt. Il sourit en voyant la table déjà installée, se prends un café en remerciant Sam dans sa tête, et s’installe au bout de la table, son téléphone posé devant lui pour lire le journal, redoutant un peu de voir que le séjour prévu est finalement écourté, mais tout a l’air d’aller. Ils ont encore un peu de temps. Alors il décide de faire des mots croisés sur la super application que Clint lui a téléchargé, en tendant l’oreille pour entendre des pas dans l’escalier, se demande un peu qui sera le premier à le rejoindre. Natasha, sûrement. Peut-être qu’il aurait dû réveiller Bucky. Et Steve se relève pour mettre la tête dans les placards et sortir toutes les céréales qu’il peut trouver, juste alors qu’il entends quelqu’un arriver. Evidemment. “Je.. ne trouve pas celles que je veux.” il essaye d’expliquer, sans oser fermer la porte du placard et regarder qui est là.

#v: infinity #c: steve rogers #c: sam wilson #c: clint barton

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chaosrisingverse · 1 year

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BRYCE BANDUA, twenty three

ALIAS | n / a

FAMILY | Clint Barton aka Hawkeye (adoptive father), Barbara ‘Bobbi’ Morse aka Mockingbird (adoptive mother); (semi-former) minion / hacker for Parker Robbins aka the Hood

ENDGAME SHIP | Giovanni ‘Van’ Strange and Jane van Dyne

ORIENTATION | bisexual, non-binary (he/him & they/them)

POWERS / ABILITIES / EQUIPMENT

POWERS | n / a

ABILITIES | Firearms, Hacking, Hand-to-Hand Combat (Basic), Thievery

EQUIPMENT | n / a

FACECLAIM | Omar Apollo

PINTEREST | Bryce

#c: bryce bandau #p: clint barton #p: bobbi morse

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squids-comics · 3 months

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Cap doesn't really like Hawkeye that much.

From: Avengers #28

#comics #comic books #dc comics #web comics #marvel #mcu #marvel mcu #c #comic panels #marvel comics #the avengers #captain america #steve rogers #hawkeye #clint barton

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natasharomanoffismywife · 1 month

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I'm Not Like Everybody Else (Natasha Romanoff x Reader)

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Word Count:825

Natasha Romanoff POV

“I’m bored Tasha… spar with me?”

“No”

“Watch a movie with me?”

“No”

“But I’m boreddd Natasha… you need to entertain me!”

“Go annoy your girlfriend Yelena, I am not moving from this spot for the rest of today. It’s my only rest day I’ve had in the last 2 weeks so please just let me do nothing in peace.” I say to my frustrated sister, having just come back from back-to-back missions I am addiment on not moving for the duration of my day off today.

“ugh Kate Bishop is busy with old man Barton today and I really can’t be bothered to be nice to him at the moment, I have to much energy for that.” Yelena groans as she slumps down onto the sofa next to me, I can’t help smirking at the little nickname she has for Clint something that I will have to repeat back to him at some point.

I go to answer Yelena but the noise of the common room door opening and an unfamiliar female voice grabs my attention, both myself and Lena turn to face the newcomer who is walking beside a smiling Steve and once my eyes meet her e/c ones I instantly am blown away by her natural beauty.

“Hey Nat, Yelena, please meet our new team member Y/N L/N. She’s come highly recommended by Hill and Fury so please make her feel welcome” Steve informs us with a smile on his face, I hear Yelena introduce herself with a nice welcome but I am not paying attention to what she is saying instead I am taken back by the blinding smile that adorns our newcomers face.

“Hey L/N nice to meet you, looks like Thor has competition for being the best-looking Avenger” I finish my sentence with a cheeky wink, my smirk falls slightly when I notice that Y/n was not blushing like most women would and judging by the little chuckle coming from the annoying blonde next to me it seems Yelena has noticed that as well.

I watch as Y/n gives me a polite smile before being ushered out of the room by a talkative Steve, I follow the girl with my eyes and once she is out of my eye line, I turn to Yelena who seems to be dying of laughter.

“Oh my god! She didn’t even say anything! Wow Nat you seem to have lost your touch” I roll my eyes at the tease before punching my sister hard in the arm, grinning victoriously I turn and walk out of the room leaving my pouting sister all alone.

That first meeting was about 3 months ago and it’s safe to say my attempts at flirting with Y/n has not gone down well, I have been using my trademark Romanoff charm and all I get is a smile and a nod not someone who giggles and fawns over me like everyone else does and I have had enough!

I stomp to Y/n’s bedroom and after knocking on the door I am greeted with a warm smile, something that instantly makes me melt into a puddle. I gaze into her e/c eyes fully aware that I am sporting a dreamy smile but I couldn’t care less, I am happy to be in the presence of this goddess.

“Are you alright Natasha? You’ve not moved since I’ve opened the door?” A look of concern etched onto Y/n’s face as she softly speaks to me, I am snapped back into reality at her voice and not thinking I just go for it.

“Why don’t you respond to my flirting? I am trying my hardest to get you like me but you aren’t giving me anything! I am giving you the Black Widow treatment most people would kill for that!” I vomit out, I cringe to myself as I am speaking but I just can’t stop myself.

“I’m not like everyone else I don’t respond to flirting; I much prefer to spend time with a person and get to know them. I don’t want the Black Widow; I want to know the real Natasha Romanoff.” Y/n softly says making me nod along with her words, how dumb am I? why didn’t I think about this.

“I’m sorry Y/n I’ve spent my whole life around people who just want the Black Widow that I didn’t think some people would want to know Natasha instead. Can we start over? Hi my name is Natasha Romanoff” I say with a soft smile, I put my hand out in front of me and I squeal internally when I feel the soft hand of Y/n slip inside it.

“Nice to meet you Natasha, my name is Y/n L/n pleasure to make your acquaintance.” Y/n softly tells me with a big smile on her face.

“Would you do me the honour of coming out to dinner with me tonight?”

“I couldn’t think of anything better Romanoff”

#i'm not like everybody else #natasha romanoff x reader #black widow x reader #scarlett johansson x reader #avengers fanfiction #natasha romanoff

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arlana-likes-to-write · 5 months

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Christmas Star

!!There are spoilers in the warnings!!

Summary: On Christmas day, you had the realization you wanted to give your wife a gift that neither of you have talked about, a baby. In your eyes, Natasha was going to be a great mother and no matter what you had to go through you were going to give her, her Christmas gift.

Warning: birth, labor, contractions, miscarriage, c-section, blood lost, angst with fluff and a happy ending.

Word Count: 3.9k

You were standing on the porch of the Barton Homestead with a cup of coffee in your hands. It was lightly snowing as the Barton Kids and Kate and Yelena played in the yard. It was only 8 am, but you were exhausted. You and Natasha were up late with Clint and Laura to prepare for Christmas morning. Then Nathaniel woke up at 5 am. So, presents were unwrapped, breakfast was eaten, and the kids were dressed for the snow. It was a long day, but your heart was whole. You felt arms wrapped around your waist and leaned into her warmth. “I was looking for you, moya lyubov’.” She said, kissing your cheek. She played with the ring on your finger.

“Sorry, baby. I was watching them.” She hummed, burrowing her face in your neck. Her warm breath caused goosebumps to form on your skin. You and Natasha have been married for two years but together for 7. You weren’t an Avenger, a SHIELD agent, or a mutant. You were just an everyday citizen who happened to catch the eye of the Russian spy. You were a chief, and Tony Stark hired you and your team for a party. Right off the bat, Natasha started flirting with you, but you ignored her, focusing on doing a good job. Somehow, you woke up the following day with a text message from the Black Widow asking you out on a date. The rest was history. “Do you want kids?” You asked. Your wife’s arms tensed up. You spun around in her arms and ran your hands up and down her arms as a sign of comfort. “I know we haven’t talked about it.” The topic danced around as you knew Natasha couldn’t carry kids because of the Red Room. “But do you want them?” Natasha looked over her shoulder to watch the Barton kids. She sighed.

“Yeah, I’d love to be a mother.” She looked back at you. “But I can’t have them. We could adopt. I-”

“I can carry them.” You cut her off. She looked at you in disbelief. You grabbed her hands and rested them on your stomach.

“Are you serious about this?” She asked. You nodded.

“I haven’t been this serious about anything.” You chuckled. “Well, besides asking you to marry me.” Natasha had tears in her eyes.

“I’m pretty sure I asked you to marry me.” You shrugged, put your arms around her neck, and played with the baby hairs that didn’t fit into her ponytail. “We are going to be parents.” She said, pulling you into a hug and lifting you off the ground. You laughed, shaking your head. She was going to be a great mother.

You were pacing the bathroom while waiting for your phone timer to go off. Natasha was in a meeting, and you timed it so you would get the test result by the time she returned. It had been a few weeks from Christmas at the Bartons. With help from Helen, Bruce, and Tony, they combined Natasha’s DNA with a few of your eggs so your child would both be yours. You were extremely anxious. You wanted to give this to Natasha more than anything. The sound of your phone timer going off made you jump. With shaky hands, you picked up the test, and tears immediately ran down your cheeks as you looked at the tiny plus sign. “Baby, where are you?” You heard your wife ask. You whipped away the tears.

“Bathroom.” You turned around as the door opened.

“Are you okay? What’s wrong?” Natasha asked, closing the distance between you and her. Before you could respond, she picked up the test. “Positive.” She said, looking at you. You nodded. The Russian dropped the pregnancy test and picked you up. You laughed as she spun you around. Your wife put you down, knelt so she was at eye level with your stomach, and lifted your shirt. She kissed your stomach softly. Her sweet gesture made you cry harder. She looked up at you with tears in her eyes. “We are going to have a baby.” She said. You nodded, cupping her face with your hands.

“You are going to be a mom.” She turned her head to kiss your palms.

“So are you.”

There was nothing that could prepare you for the weird pregnancy cravings. No amount of books you’ve read or researched online. Pregnancy cravings were wild. So you were in the Avenger’s kitchen making a dough of sugar cookies to drizzle chocolate and hot sauce over the top. It was….different.

As your alarm went off to signify the cookies were done, you put on the oven mitts and opened the oven. Pulling out the cookie tray, you gasped as a sharp pain ran through your stomach, and you dropped the tray. The metal clashing against the ground made you jump, causing another acute pain. “Mrs. Romanoff, it appears you are in a sign of distress. Should I alert the medical team?” The AI asked.

“Yes, FRIDAY,” you gritted out as your teeth clenched. “Tell Natasha.”

“As you wish.”

Natasha ran to the med bay as soon as FRIDAY alerted her of your medical emergency, leaving her meeting with Steve and Maria without another word. Part of her wish was that she could make portals like Strange so she didn’t have to wait for the elevator. As the metal doors opened and she walked into the med bay, Yelena awaited her. She wasn’t sure who alerted her sister, but she was grateful she was there. “Where is she?” Natasha asked her sister. Yelena held up her hands to stop her.

“Cho and Banner are with her.” She said.

“Is she okay? Yelena, I need to see her.” Panic spread through her at how quiet her sister was. You had to be okay. No matter what, Natasha could not lose you. The sound of a door open caused her to spin around, and she watched as Bruce walked out, closing it gently behind her. The Black Widow ran over to the scientist. “Bruce, is she okay?” Natasha couldn’t pinpoint the emotion on the doctor’s face.

“She’s okay, Nat.” he sighed. “But she had a miscarriage.” A miscarriage?

“Okay,” she simply said. “Can I see her?” She heard her sister’s footsteps walking up to her.

“She lost the baby,” Yelena said slowly. “You understand that, right?” She nodded. Of course, she knew what a miscarriage was. Before Laura was pregnant with Nate, she had a miscarriage. She called Natasha in a panic but tried to enforce that she didn’t need Clint. The Black Widow told Clint right away.

“I know,” she nodded again. “And it’s-” there weren’t words to describe everything she felt. “Yeah, but I need to see her, please.” Bruce smiled.

“Helen is with her,” he said. “She hasn’t said much since we told her the news.” Natasha wished they waited to tell them together. She buried the emotions that threatened to take her over and walked into the room Bruce existed from. As the scientist said, Helen sat beside you in the empty chair. She stood up as Natasha walked over to the bed and smiled sadly.

“Please let me know if you need anything.” The Black Widow couldn’t find anything as she moved next to you. You were curled underneath the covers with silent tears running down your cheeks.

“Hi, sweetheart,” You made no indication that you heard her. “Baby,” You silently reached for her hand and pulled her into the bed with you. Natasha moved behind you and wrapped her arms around you. You turned around to press your face in her shirt. Your body shook with sobs. “Sh, sweet girl. You’re okay.” You shook your head.

“I’m sorry.” The two-word phrase took a lot of work to hear.

“Why are you sorry?” She asked, kissing the top of your head.

“I lost our baby,” Natasha shook her head. She let you cry against her, but as your cries turned to quiet hiccups, she lifted your head.

“This is not your fault, my love. These things happen.” Your lips started to tremble. “I can’t imagine the pain you are going through, but this isn’t your fault, and I will remind you every single day.” You burrowed your head into her shoulder.

“I wanted to make you a mom.” You said. Natasha closed her eyes as she felt her tears. You were breaking her heart.

“I know, moya lyubov’,” she whispered, running her hand through your hair. “And we’ll try again when you are ready, or we can figure out another option, okay?” She felt you nod. “I love you.”

“I love you too, Natty.”

“Natasha!” You called out. You were standing in the master bathroom, looking in the full-length mirror.

“Are you alright?” Your wife asked, barging into the bathroom. You looked behind you.

“Oh, I’m fine.” Natasha huffed, placing a hand on her heart.

“You,” she took a minute to catch her breath. “You are going to give me a heart attack.” You giggled, holding out her hand. She took it, and you pulled her close, her front pressed against your back. “What’s going on?” Instead of answering, you placed her hands on your stomach. She looked confused, but her face morphed into awe. “Is that?” She whispered. You nodded. Getting pregnant took three more tries, but now you are carrying twin girls.

“They are little gymnasts.” Natasha laughed, looking down at your stomach.

“Be kind to your mother, little ones.” You turned around to kiss her.

“I love you so much.” You said against her lips.

“Not as much as I love you.” You heard the pounding of footsteps entering your shared bedroom.

“You better not be making me another niece or nephew.” It was your only warning before the bathroom door opened, and Yelena walked in. “At least wait till they are born before you start trying to have another.” You felt your body heat up from embarrassment, burying your head into Natasha’s neck.

“Suka (bitch),” Natasha said. Yelena laughed.

“The party is starting soon. We are just waiting for the guest of honor.” You rolled your eyes, stepped away from your wife, and grabbed your sister-in-law’s hand. When you placed her hand on your stomach, the blonde looked at you confused. "Whoa," she said when she felt the baby’s kick. “That is so weird.” You giggled.

“This is your tetya (aunt) Yelena.” Your Russian could have been better, but with so many people in your life who spoke the language, you figured you should learn it. The blonde had tears in her eyes, but she forced them away.

“I can not wait to get you all the loud toys and fill you with sugar.” You rolled your eyes with a kind smile. “Ya vsegda budu zashcishchat tebya (I will always protect you).” She smiled, whipping away a tear, and left. Natasha stood beside you with an arm around your waist, pulling you close.

“What did she say?” You asked. She smiled, shaking her head.

“Nothing bad, I promise. Come on, let’s go to this baby shower.”

Christmas Eve

You couldn’t find the hat you wanted, which generally wouldn’t be a big deal, but at seven months pregnant, your emotions and hormones were all over the place. “Dorogoy, we are going to be late,” Natasha said.

“I can’t find my hat.” You pouted. Natasha was an angel throughout this entire pregnancy. She dealt with every pregnancy craving, morning sickness, and mood swing. You couldn’t have done it without her. She smiled at the pout on your face.

“And what hat is that?” She asked.

“The one Lila made me for my birthday. I wanted to wear it because she’ll be at the party.” You explained.

“I think she’ll understand. Come on, krasivyy (beautiful), we will be late.” You rolled your eyes. The party was at the compound, and since you lived on the property of the compound, it was a 5-minute drive. The house was a gift from Tony and Pepper when you announced you were pregnant. It was far enough from the compound to have a sense of privacy but close enough if Natasha had to be pulled away for Avenger duty.

“Can you go check my closet one more time for me?” You asked, putting on your best puppy dog eyes. Your wife huffed, rolling her own eyes.

“I will go look.” You smiled, standing up and kissing her.

“You are the best.” She kissed your forehead.

“Make sure you grab your coat, okay?” You nodded, walking to the front door as Natasha approached your shared bedroom. You opened the coat closet and grabbed your winter jacket. You heard a pop and felt pressure in your pelvic area. The black leggings you wore felt wet as if you went to the bathroom. You gasped, placing your hands on your stomach.

“I found it,” Natasha said, rounding the corner. You looked at your wife as she had the crochet hat in her hand.

“My water just broke.” You said. She stared at you blankly. You’ve never seen her so speechless. You groaned at the first contraction. “Natalia!” Her name snapped her out of her trance. She dropped your hat and grabbed your pregnancy bag in the same closet. You held onto her hand. “It’s too soon.” You said, squeezing her hand. “I can’t go into labor. I can’t.”

“Sh, dorogoy. We are going to call Helen on the way.” You nodded as Natasha helped you exit the house and into the car.

Natasha kept herself calm. She needed to because she knew if she freaked out, you would freak out. FRIDAY alerted the doctor and was already at the compound due to the Christmas party. You held onto her hand tightly each time a concentration passed. “Are you okay?” She cringed at the question. “Forget I asked that. That was stupid.” Of course, you weren’t doing okay. You chuckled, wincing as another contraction came through.

“It’s fine,” you said and rubbed your swollen belly. “You know I love you, right? Because I’m not sure I want to go through this again.” Natasha laughed, squeezing your hand.

“One way to kick off the holiday season.”

Helen opened up the passenger door and helped you into the wheelchair. “Well, isn’t this a Christmas surprise,” the doctor smiled and put a blanket over your lap. “They sure know how to make an entrance.” She began to push you towards the door to the med bay.

“They get that from you,” you said to Natasha over your shoulder. The Black Widow shook her head. You saw the worried edge on her forehead. She hated any time you were in pain or sick. The doors opened as Helen and Yelena, Wanda, and Laura got closer. The blonde Black Widow smirked.

“You know I was looking forward to getting drunk off of Stark’s expensive liquor,” you smiled, winching as another painful concentration passed through. The smile on your sister-in-law’s face fell.

“There may still be time for that,” Laura said. “Just because she’s having concentrations doesn’t mean the babies are ready,” the small group followed Helen to a room. “It may be a while.” The mother of three hugged you. Oh, you hoped it wouldn’t take forever.

“We’ll be waiting outside,” Wanda hugged you. Yelena placed a hand on your shoulder.

“I’m excited to get my drinking partner back.” You smiled.

“Alright,” Helen said. “Let’s get you all set up.”

“And on some pain medication.”

“You’re doing great, detka,” Natasha said, rubbing a spot on your lower back that was killing you. “Just keep breathing.” You groaned, hands grabbing the blankets that covered you on the hospital bed.

“Natasha, darling,” you said. “If you tell me to breathe one more time, I’m gonna punch you.” The hand on your back stuttered but never stopped its movement. Yelena laughed, shaking her head at your comment. She never stopped playing a game on her phone that Cooper and Kate got her addicted to.

“Your wife is funny,” she chuckled. The door opened, and Helen walked in, followed by a nurse. Her name was Heather, you liked her.

“Alright,” Helen put on a pair of gloves. “Let’s see how we are doing.” You heard Yelena stand up.

“That is my cue to exist,” she said. “I hope Wanda brought back some good food.” She left the room. Natasha chuckled, kissing the top of your head. Heather walked over to check your vitals with a clipboard in hand. You needed to figure out what Helen was saying. Your head began to feel light and fuzzy. The sound in the room turned to white noise, like in a Charlie Brown episode when the adults would speak. Your head fell against Natasha.

“Dr. Cho, the heart rate of mom and the babies are dropping,” Heather said. You felt Natasha tense up.

“What-?” Helen moved next to you and rested your head on the pillow, then shone a light into your eyes.

“Heather, prepare the team. We need to do an emergency c-section. Take Natasha out of the room.” What? No. You wanted her to say. Please don’t take her away.

Natasha felt the nurse grab her arm, but she shrugged her off. “Helen, what is happening?” The doctor looked at her.

“Nat, I need you to leave to save your wife.” Save her wife? Save her wife? What was happening?

“The-the babies,” you stuttered, your eyes couldn’t focus. Natasha leaned forward and kissed your forehead.

“Don’t leave me, dorogoy,” she whispered, leaving with Heather. The door closed in front of her.

“Nat,” she heard her name but couldn’t pull her eyes away from the door. “What happened?”

“Her uh and the uh twins heart rate started to drop,” Natasha explained. “She needs an emergency c-section.”

“Jesus,” Yelena mumbled.

“Hey,” Laura grabbed her hand and led her to a chair. Her legs collapsed immediately, and she fell into the chair. “C-sections are pretty common these days, especially with twins.” Wanda sat down next to her in the empty chair.

“She’s in the best care,” the witch added. “Helen will take care of her.”

“I can’t lose her,” Natasha admitted. Yelena knelt in front of her sister.

“And you won’t. She is strong. She and the twins will come back to you.”

“Will you stop pacing?” Yelena snapped at Clint. Kate squeezed her hand to keep her calm. The older archer kept pacing, not bothered by the blonde’s threat. As soon as word got out regarding your condition, the party was called off, and the hallway was filled with the rest of the team. Some came and went, but Natasha paid little attention to any of them. Her green eyes trained on the tile floor as she played with her wedding ring.

There was too much time passing. Does this surgery usually take this long? If there were a problem, they would have notified her. Right? Natasha hated feeling this useless. She heard Yelena stand next to her, and the blonde gave her a lap on the back of her head to get her attention. Looking up, she saw Helen.

“Congratulations, Natasha,” the doctor smiled. “You have two beautiful baby girls.” Everyone let out a sigh of relief, but Natasha waited. She was happy they were healthy but needed to know about you. “Your wife lost a lot of blood, but she’ll pull through,” Helen answered the Black Widow’s unanswered question. “We’ve sedated her to help her body recover, but once they wear off, she will wake up.” Natasha sighed; a weight that rested on her chest was gone.

“Can I see them?” Natasha asked. Helen nodded. The Black Widow stood up and silently asked Yelena and Laura to join her. When she entered your room, she saw two bassinets with her daughters, but she made a beeline for you. You were so still and pale for her liking. The only reassurance she had was the beeping of the machines you were hooked up to. Gently, she ran her hand over the top of her hand.

“They’re so small,” Yelena whispered. “Are they supposed to be that small?” Laura hummed.

“It’s because they are premature,” Laura spoke softly. “They’ll get bigger over time. Nat,” The Black Widow looked away from you. “You should be the first one to hold them.”

“Me?” She slowly joined the duo and saw her daughters for the first time. They were a perfect blend of you and her. “I can’t. I don’t-”

“Yes, you can,” Yelena said. “You are their mama,” she’s held a baby before, and that wasn’t the problem. She imagined the first she kept her daughters; you would be healthy enough to witness it. Sighing, she carefully picked up the tiny baby with your hair color. She supported her head and held her close to her chest. Natasha let out a breathless laugh, tears forming at the corner of her eyes.

“You’re a natural,” Laura praised. Yelena leaned against Natasha’s arm to look at her niece.

“I can’t believe you made something this cute,” Natasha rolled her eyes.

“Thank you both,” she said. “Can you give me a minute alone?” They both told her to get them if she needed anything. When alone, she moved the bassinet over to you and sat in the empty chair. She sat in a comfortable silence, listening to the sounds of the machines.

“Hi, little ones,” she softly spoke. “I’m your mama. Your mommy did such a great job protecting you, and now she’s resting,” she explained. “Now it’s my turn.”

Soft singing woke you up, but you kept your eyes closed. You knew it was your wife’s voice. It was rare you caught her singing. Sometimes, it was humming a simple tone or singing the words to a popular song on the radio you cherished each time you saw her. She would become flustered, cheeks as red as her hair. The song was in Russian. The fog that was over your brain was allowing a few words in. Slowly, you opened your eyes and turned your head towards the sound. Natasha was so invested in the tiny baby in her arms with hair that matched your own color that she didn’t notice you were awake. “Hi, my love,” you made your presence known. The singing stopped. “Are they okay?” Natasha stared at you, blinking a few times as if her brain wasn’t processing that you were awake.

“They are perfect,” Natasha said. “You are perfect.” You sat up, winching slightly. “Take it easy, data.”

“Can I hold her?” You asked, holding out your arms. Natasha stood up without hesitation and put your daughter in your arms. Once she was secure, Natasha picked up her sister and sat on the edge of your bed. “My girls,” you whispered, your vision blurring with tears. “My beautiful tears.”

“You scared me,” Natasha admitted and kissed the top of your head. “You gave me two healthy daughters, but it wouldn’t have mattered if you weren’t here to see it.” You leaned your head back and kissed her, savoring the feeling of her lips against yours.

“I’m sorry,” you apologized. “Has the team met them?” Your wife shook her head.

“Only Yelena and Laura,” she said. “I was waiting for you.” You smiled and looked at your daughters.

“You have so many people that love you already, little ones. They will protect you, spoil you, and hopefully babysit when your mama and I need a break,” Natasha chuckled. “Our little Christmas stars.”

“Merry Christmas, Elena, and Gabby Romanoff.”

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match made in uni

☆ teacher college au ; strict adviser!nat (science teacher) x coadviser cute!reader (english teacher)

— im sure school isnt the same for everyone butttt for me in each class we have a teacher assigned as our advisor!!! they also teach classes

— longass oneshot because i’ve been working on this for two months……

soon, it was the beginning of a new school year at nyu. natasha, a science teacher known for her strictness, is finally getting her own advisory class.

natasha walks over to to her desk at the large, wine colored faculty and the new paper at the bulletin board catches her eye.

the list of co-advisors and advisors for this school year. natasha walks towards it and racks her eyes for her name and sees another beside it.

advisor - co advisor

Romanoff, Natasha - Y/l/n, Y/n

Barnes, Bucky - Rogers, Steve

Maximoff, Wanda - Barton, Clint

…

natasha furrows her eyebrows at the unfamiliar name next to hers.

“wanda, who is y/n y/l/n?” natasha turns around to the other redhead. if anyone were to know who and what, it would be wanda.

wanda was always the first to get on campus, natasha second.

“oh! she’s the new english teacher. very sweet young woman, maria accepted that job in harvard, remember?” she says with a sweet smile.

“you know this how?” natasha takes her seat in front of her desk, beside wanda’s “i bumped into her as she was given a tour, you’ll love her as your co- advisor!” natasha gave a hum.

she didn’t meet you till 2 weeks before the school year started. a faculty meeting was held at the auditorium. natasha walked in, expecting to be second, but was now third. she saw wanda and a y/h/c talking.

“nat!” wanda waved her over as the y/h/c turned her head to see natasha approaching “natasha, this is y/n! y/n, natasha”

“y/n” you smiled, extending your hand for a handshake “romanoff” she shook your hand once and dropped it “oh- of course, y/l/n then” you laughed as she nodded, taking the seat beside wanda.

natasha wouldn’t lie, you were attractive. she just didn’t know you enough. the meeting soon started, briefing what would happen when the students came. the list of advisors and co-advisors came up, making each person familiar with who they were working with.

after that, natasha soon realized your desk was beside hers at the faculty. you didn’t have much but some flowers at the side and sticky notes up.

natasha didn’t see much of you till the week of school starting itself. “wanda, do you happen do have y/l/n’s phone number?” “why don’t you ask her yourself, flirty” wanda giggled

“not in that way, genius. we need to prep our classroom” “sureeee… here ya go” wanda gave a post it as natasha grumbled, taking it.

Natasha Romanoff

Y/l/n, if you’re free please meet me

at our assigned room tomorrow. Thanks.

— N.R

Y/n Y/l/n

Sure! Around what time? :)

Natasha Romanoff

11AM Sharp.

Y/n Y/l/n

Got it! See you there!

“nat why are you being so dry to this poor woman” wanda looked over natasha’s desk as she hid her phone to her chest. “snoopy” “dry texter” “Well she’s my co-advisor! I’ve never had one and I like to handle things on my own”

“A, you’ve never even been an advisor, you need help. B, she’s kind, don’t break her. C, she’s pretty, maybe date her” wanda winked again “oh fuck you” natasha rolled her eyes “romanoff! we’re in school” “oh come on, I hear you swearing at little maximoff all day”

11am the next day came and each advisor and co had to decorate their own classroom. natasha and you decided to just make it as simple as possible. you two were decorating with quiet music playing from a vinyl player.

“sorry if ever i’m being rude or dry, i don’t trust people easily” natasha said, breaking the comfortable silence as she hung up decorations over the board.

“i don’t blame you, you did just meet me last week” you let out a chuckle as natasha climbed down the short ladder “natasha” she extended her hand “y/n” you shook it “I think this is good enough” natasha looks around the decorated classroom, satisfied.

“mhm… hey, wanna grab lunch? i know a great place around here” you suggested “why not”

you and natasha walked over to a café after lunch for come coffee “order?” she asked you as you took a seat “iced caramel macchiato please” she nodded and ordered for you both

natasha told you about her many stories as a teacher. “yeah this one time some kid threw a fit and ripped all the pages from their book” natasha said with a low laugh “oh lord” you shook your head with a smile

“what about you? is this your first teaching job?” natasha tilted her head “sort of? i was a student teacher for 2 years before i graduated this year”

“oh, so you’re like fresh out of college?” “yup, i kind of retook a year in grade school though so i was like a year or two older than my batch mates. they graduated 22 and 23 and me, 24” i shrugged sipping on my coffee. “that’s nice”

“what about you?” “my age? i’m 36.” your eyes widened at that “look, i know i’m old but at least don’t make it obvious” natasha laughed lowly “no! no i just- you don’t look it at all, i honestly thought you were in your 20s” you chuckled “well thank you, i’m flattered” natasha smiled

the morning of your first day, natasha handed you an iced caramel macchiato and you blushed as she remembered your order. “nervous?” she smiled, taking her seat beside you.

natasha wore a black betau top with cream wide leg trousers. you wore a lace flare top with flare pants.

“sort of, i have 3 classes today. they’ll probably hate me” you groan and take a long sip of the coffee “unlikely, you’re very likable. you may even take wanda’s place as nicest teacher. but if they ever disrespect you or any of that, i will personally have a chat with them”

“i really appreciate you, natasha” she nodded and stood up, extending her hand “time to have our first advisory class” she winked and you chuckled, shaking your head.

“good morning class, i’m ms romanoff, your advisor this school year. and beside me is your co-advisor, ms y/l/n. i’ve been teaching at nyu for 5 years and this is my first advisory class. i will also be your science teacher.” natasha said with a straight face as she turned to look at you before looking back at the students

“hi! good morning, i’m ms y/l/n, your co- advisor and english teacher this school year! it’s my first year teaching and i look forward to getting to know everyone” you smiled

natasha briefed everyone on general instructions and the schedule. english as first period today and science as last.

“that’s it, be good everyone, thank you” natasha stopped her presentation and all the students went off to chattering. you opened your laptop, opening your slides when natasha whispered behind you. “good luck, you’ll do great” she winked and you thanked her before you heard the door shut.

if’s been a month of teaching with natasha. you were cleaning up your things as your finished your class when natasha walked in, her class being the one after yours.

she made small talk to you while setting up her own things. she made you laugh when a student suddenly asked. “ms y/l/n! you’re a lesbian, correct?” your eyes widened at the topic

“excuse me, i don’t think it’s appropriate to ask a teacher that.” natasha shut them up as you both left the classroom, sharing a laugh

you had slipped out the fact you had a girlfriend in college to natasha on one of your café hangouts so she probably got the hint.

"what got them to ask that question" natasha chuckled "well the boys keep asking me out and i keep declining them. but don't they get they are students?!" “oh trust me, it gets better. i’ve had my fair share of questions and-” natasha halted her words when she got the hint some students were whispering as the both of you passed by the halls.

“what are they whispering about?” “i’m actually not sure as well” you said “well i’ll see you after class” you waved to natasha, making your way to the classroom.

“ms y/l/n, i don’t mean to invade your privacy or anything but- are you and ms romanof dating? everyone has been talking about it and- i- i just didn’t want to assume” a student came up to you and you choked on your spit

“i- um- no! and i’m sure ms romanoff wouldn’t fancy the idea of students talking about her love life.” you shook it off with a smile, thoughts racing through your head. no way natasha would go for you.

“students are saying we’re dating?!?”

"hey, you've been staring intently at that paper for awhile, you alright?" natasha tapped your shoulder, standing beside you.

"this interpretation is so..." "so.." "read it for yourself" you lifted the paper up to natasha "pick a line from any shakespeare poem and interpret it... the answer was..”

'my chosen poem is 'o never say that i was false of heart' and my line is 'as from soul, which in thy breast doth lie', i think it means shakespeare approves of lesbians’"

"you can laugh" you said as natasha let out a loud laugh, covering her mouth. you looked up and you saw natasha smile widely before looking into your eyes.

time went by too slowly when natasha cleared her throat and handed you back the paper. “it’s funny” she stated, sitting back in her seat. the silence was now awkward.

of course she wouldn’t go for you. “yeah” you whispered and stood up. natasha watched you as her words died in her throat.

the next few weeks were you avoiding natasha as much as you could, and her doing nothing to fix it.

you had a particularly rough week with taking an extra class since wanda was down with the cold. you happened to have a love for history as well.

the papers to grade were twice as much now. you rubbed your forehead in frustration as you were the only one on school campus.

“y/n?” you turned around to see natasha by the door “yeah” you murmured before turning back to the papers. “it’s 1 am what are you doing?!” she walked over to your desk and saw the amount of papers scattered.

“go home” she stated “not done” you whispered, leaning on the palm of your hand “you can continue tomorrow, dekta” natasha let the nickname slip but was thankful you were too out of it to notice

natasha started filing the papers for you as you rested your head against the desk. “i can take homeroom alone so you don’t have to get in till 10am, ‘kay?” she helped you stand up as you murmured a yes.

“you won’t fall asleep driving?” she asked and you shook your head. “safe travels” she watched as you drove off.

the next morning students frowned at the loss of their favorite teacher in homeroom. “alright, we finished a few minutes early so… any questions?” natasha asked and received many raised hands

“yes, diana?” “where’s ms y/n?” natasha softened at the mention, not going unnoticed by the students “she- she’s taking a rest but will be here for your 3rd period”

“is her girlfriend taking care of her?” a student piqued. natasha stiffened “whatever ms y/l/n and her partner do is not relevant.” natasha looked at her watch and grabbed her stuff “have a good first period everyone.”

natasha couldn’t help but feel a weight on her chest by the thought of you having a partner that isn’t her.

unbeknownst to her, the students were ready in their cupid skills.

“i’m telling you, diana! she frowned and got all cold again by the mention of ms y/n having a girlfriend!” the student argued. “what if we sent fake flowers to her desk and ms romanoff got more jealous!” “that’s so childish!” “well- i am a teen?” the students bickered but quickly got quiet when their next subject teacher came.

the next day natasha’s mood got worse upon seeing roses on your table, with a note. you came a few minutes after hers.

“morning ms romanoff” natasha tried to hold her tounge at the downgrade from natasha to ms romanoff.

“morning y/n, you know you can call me natasha, right?” you nodded but smiled at the flowers on your desk

“girlfriend?” she asked and you laughed “no” you opened up the card to see a horrible pickup line that made you laugh.

“people ask me what blush i use, i just show them a photo of you and i’m all roses” you read out loud to natasha.

“corny” she snickered “yeah? you can do better than that, romanoff?” natasha spun her chair to face you “as a matter of fact, yes.” “try me” you smirked “oh you’ll see.”

since then, every morning you would get to your desk with a pickup line from natasha which were undeniably good.

it’s been four months of teaching when you left quite frantically that piqued natasha’s interest,

“what’s the rush?” she chuckled “gotta date” you shoved your stuff into your bag “bye wanda, steve, bruce, tasha!” you left before a reply

“hope she gets laid” wanda muttered, earning a slap from natasha “what! i’m being supportive!” natasha grumbled in response

the next day, natasha was surprised to see you and wanda earlier than usual. “morning nat!” wanda greeted and you forced a smile to her as well “what’s wrong?” “she stood me up… i got a lot of work done last night though” you leaned back in your seat

“i’m sorry y/n/n” natasha set her stuff down and handed you the daily pickup line. she smiled when you laughed. “how do you never fail to come up with a bad one?!? this is like number sixty!” “one of my many talents” natasha winked.

“imma get coffee, be right back” you left and wanda immediately said “ask her out.” “what?” natasha looked at wanda “come onnnnnn! it’s been 4 months” “should i really?” natasha asked quietly and wanda shrieked a yes. a small smile was forming on natasha’s face at the idea.

the next day natasha came even earlier than wanda and set roses on your desk.

natasha fiddled with her pen when you walked in “morning wands, morning tasha” you sat on your desk and smiled at the roses. wanda quietly snuck out the door. “are these from you?” you smirked, jokingly at natasha. “yes, and this is for you, natasha said seriously and handed you a post it. in specific, a sticky note that asks you out. this one finally has her name signed on the bottom.

“i- of course” you smiled at natasha “great! i- um- i’ll pick you up tonight at your place” “alright” you smiled widely “i have a thing- i’ll be back” she nodded as you left.

bonus-

you kept all post its from natasha and she was in awe when she saw them in the box.

the students all went crazy when they saw you both kissing online.

wanda was a bridesmaid at the wedding.

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