#child reader x natahsa

[the-wize-1]

Thawing the Widow: Chapter 1 - Ding Dong

Chapter Summary: Kimberly Kingston, a social services worker, is determined to have a meeting with Trevor Gray. Instead, she meets his sarcastic ten-year-old niece.

Chapter Warnings: Hints of child abuse.

Notes: Hey there! This is my first chapter of a new series following Natasha Romanoff accidentally becoming the guardian of a sarcastic but endearing 10 year old girl. Formatting might be off as I’m not used to Tumblr. Please let me know what you think!! Happy reading! Chapter 2 will come Thursday at 5PM PST.

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November - Trevor’s Apartment

Ding-dong. Ding-dong.

Kimberly Kingston rang the doorbell for the third time.

“Mr. Gray! I know you’re in there! Open up, please!”

She was dressed sharply, in a navy blazer and matching slacks. Her tidy appearance was a stark contrast to the rickety old apartment, which was in ruins. The walls were peeling and stained, the carpet was shaggy, and it smelled strongly of smoke. On the way up, she’d passed several drunks. Throughout these five visits, she had added several notes to her official-looking clipboard.

Kimberly rapped on the door three times impatiently, tapping her foot. She was not usually an impatient woman, but she had visited the apartment three times, each time with no success in meeting Mr. Gray. He had sounded agreeable on the phone, but proved to be frustrating and unreliable. The first time, she had waited twenty minutes before getting an answer. Mr. Gray had called and said that he’d been out of town. The second time, his excuse was that he’d forgotten he had a poker game. The third time, he had simply locked the door and refused to answer until she left.

This time, he wasn’t getting away with it.

Trevor Gray had been made the legal guardian of his niece, Catalina, six months prior.

The girl’s parents had died in a gruesome car crash when she had been only eight. She’d initially been placed in the foster system, cycling through a variety of different families before they located her distant uncle, Trevor Gray, who agreed to take her in. Mr. Gray lived in New York, a drastically different environment than California, where the girl had previously lived with her parents.

Poor girl, Kimberly had thought. She’d gone through so much.

The first few months, social services had paid them a few visits to see how she was settling in, and each visit had raised no suspicion. However, a few months later, a concerned neighbor called in, suspecting domestic violence. The kind old lady who lived a room away had told Kimberly that she frequently heard shouting coming from Mr. Gray’s residence, accompanied by sounds of violence. After a quick round of interviews, this story was confirmed by a handful of neighbors around the area.

Catalina Gray’s teachers at school had told Kimberly she was clearly an intelligent student, but didn’t try in classes. She frequently got into fights at school, which was troubling. One teacher had reported seeing bruises on the girl in class, but when questioned, the girl had refused to explain why.

“Mr. Gray!”

Kimberly raised her hand to knock again but was halted by the door aggressively swinging open.

Kimberly, who had been expecting a malicious older man, was surprised to see a young, fair-haired girl standing in the doorway, nursing a mug of coffee that dwarfed her hand. The girl had wide, innocent brown eyes and soft features, reminding Kimberly of an angel.

Then the girl scowled at her. “Jesus, lady, could you be any louder?”

The visual of an angel immediately dissipated. The girl looked like she’d just gotten out of bed— messy hair, drooping eyes, wearing only a tank top and flannel pajama bottoms. With the coffee, the annoyance in her voice, and the bedragged appearance, she looked startlingly adult and not at all like a ten year old girl. Kimberly could only blink, momentarily wordless.

She quickly gathered herself, giving her a friendly smile. “Hello! I apologize for the noise. You must be Catalina.”

“Uh-huh.” The girl leaned against the doorframe, looking decidedly unimpressed. “Who’re you?”

“My name is Kimberly Kingston. I’m a social services worker.”

“Uh-huh. And you wanna speak to Trevor?”

The girl called her uncle by his first name. As inconspicuous as she could, Kimberly made a note on her notepad. “Yes, I’d like to ask your uncle some questions. Is he home?”

“Sure is. If you wanna talk to him you’d better wait till noon. He passed out drunk about twelve hours ago, dead as a rock. I think that’s the saying, anyway.”

Kimberly frowned and made another note.

The girl took a long drag from her coffee and made a face, which Kimberly might’ve found amusing, had she not been so dumbfounded.

“I suppose I should invite you in,” Catalina said after a while. She stepped further inside, looking at her expectantly.

“Oh!” Kimberly peered inside, noticing Trevor Gray, who was indeed passed out on the couch, beer in hand. “Are you sure your uncle wouldn’t mind?”

Catalina made her way to the couch. She waved a hand in front of his face. Her expression was unreadable as she glanced up.

“Like I said, dead as a rock.”

Kimberly stepped inside the apartment, briefly wondering if she was following protocol by doing so. She took it as an opportunity to observe the apartment. It was in worse shape than the outside. There were dirty dishes piled on every surface, old clothes strewn across the floors. Kimberly took note that Mr. Gray smoked. There was a pile of cigarettes sitting in an ashtray. Empty beer bottles littered the corners and the table.

The girl was watching her like a hawk. Her eyes, so dark and strangely intelligent, were following her as Kimberly paused by certain objects and scribbled in her clipboard. She had finished her mug of coffee and had set it in the sink.

“Why are you taking so many notes?”

“I’m just jotting down some observations. It helps me remember.”

“You want some coffee?”

“No, thank you.”

“What about cereal? We have Fruity Pebbles. Well, they’re actually the cheap ripoff version. ‘Fruity Crisps’. Tastes the same, though.”

Kimberly smiled. She was reminded of her sister’s kid, who also tended to jump from question to question with no transition. “I’ve already had breakfast, thanks.”

Catalina shrugged and yanked open the fridge. Kimberly glanced at the contents inside and noted that it was nearly empty. It was mainly composed of cans of beer, takeout, and energy drinks. There was no milk.

The girl seemed to come to this conclusion as well. She glanced up, surveying the kitchen. Her gaze drew Kimberly’s to an empty gallon of milk, sitting by the TV.

“Looks like we’re out of milk, too. Bummer.” Catalina looked at Kimberly seriously. “By the way, you should never use water instead of milk in your cereal.”

“I’ll keep that in mind.”

Kimberly watched her shake the cereal from the box into a relatively clean bowl. The girl was oddly graceful, having none of the careless clumsiness that kids around her age had. She grabbed a spoon and plopped down at the kitchen table, clearing it from scattered Bud Light cans.

Catalina sighed. “Are you just gonna stand there or what?”

“Excuse me?”

“You said you’re a social worker. Social workers ask questions. So, go on. I know you wanna.”

“Well, all right.” Kimberly suppressed a smile. She took a seat across from her. “Catalina—”

“I go by Cat. Catalina’s stupid.”

“Okay, Cat. How do you like living here?”

The girl shoved cereal in her mouth like she hadn’t eaten in years. “S’alright,” she said around a mouthful of Fruity Pebbles. “School sucks.”

“How so?”

“All the kids hate me ‘cause I’m a Know-It-All, which is fine because most of them are dimwitted little jerks that I don’t wanna be friends with anyway. All the teachers hate me because of that one time I punched that little guy Moose. Ironic name, huh? Yeah, so I was like— pow! Right in the nose! He cried like a baby, of course, but no one ever blames the little guy, even when they’re the ones starting it. Oh yeah, so the principal hates me because I keep doing stuff like that, and then he has to fill out more paperwork. The only person who doesn’t hate me is the janitor...”

She suddenly looked down to where Kimberly was scribbling furiously. She caught a glimpse of the words on the page.

“You spelled ‘troublesome’ wrong. Thanks, by the way. I love being analyzed by random people I’ve just met.”

Kimberly quickly pulled the clipboard up from the table, away from view. “Oh, I wasn’t talking about you, sweetheart. I was just describing the situation you’re in as ‘troublesome.’”

Cat didn’t look convinced. “Uh-huh.”

“I can see you’re a very intelligent girl, Cat. Sometimes intelligent children need an outlet for their creativity.”

“That’s a nice way of saying ‘You’re a freak.’" Cat paused. “Sorry. Was that mean? Sometimes I say mean things. I have ADHD. Attention Deficit Hyperactivity Disorder. Sometimes I start talking and I just can’t stop. That’s why you’ve gotta stop me sometimes, when I’m talking. ‘Cause I just go on and on and on. See, I’m doing it again.”

Kimberly nodded. This conversation was getting off-topic. She searched for a way to get back to talking about Trevor Gray. “Does your uncle give you medication for your ADHD?”

“No.” Cat’s eyebrow wrinkled. “It’s not like it’s a disease, right? Do I need pills or something?”

“No, you certainly don’t. Does your uncle ever drink?”

Cat laughed like this was the most hilarious thing in the world.

“Okay, obviously he drinks. What does he usually drink?”

“Mostly beer. Bud Light, Budweiser, Natural Light. He keeps the hard stuff in there.” Cat nodded to the cupboard above the stove. “Rum, tequila, the goods.”

Her questions were becoming a lot less subtle. Cat seemed almost pleased to unveil the truth about Trevor Gray’s horrid parenting, so Kimberly pressed on. “How often does he get drunk?”

“He’s only sober fifty percent of the time. I’d hate to see his liver.”

“Have you ever been scared of him when he’s drunk?”

Cat froze. Her hands, which had been fiddling with her spoon, went still. She glared at Kimberly like she’d just been insulted. “I’m not scared of anything.”

“Okay.”

“You don’t believe me?”

“I believe you,” Kimberly said steadily. She was looking at Cat’s eyes, which had turned from playful to defensive.

“Okay, good.”

“Has your uncle ever harmed you intentionally?”

Cat chewed her cereal slowly. Kimberly watched her closely, aware that she’d hit a nerve. “No,” she said calmly.

“Really?”

“Really,” Cat snapped, voice hard. “Back off, okay?” Her voice softened, and her eyes grew regretful. “Sorry. I was being mean again.”

“It’s okay. Really.”

Kimberly was suddenly struck by how much Cat looked like her sister’s kid. Justin had the same guilty look on his face after he knew he’d done something wrong. It shouldn’t have been surprising because the two were about the same age. But Cat’s way of talking and acting had been much closer to an adult’s than a kid’s. For a few minutes, Kimberly had forgotten she was talking to a girl who was decades younger than she was.

She could tell Cat’s walls were up from the last two questions. She was scraping the bottom of the cereal bowl, not making eye contact. Kimberly took this as a cue to stop. She grabbed her clipboard.

“Okay, I think we’re done here.”

She started to stand up, but Cat stopped her.

“Wait.”

She was staring at Kimberly, eyes thoughtful.

“We haven’t had a visit from social services in months. What brings you here now?”

Kimberly wrestled with the idea of telling her the truth. She sat down again, holding eye contact. “Cat, we know that your uncle has been abusing you. Now, I realize it’s a strong word—”

“Am I going to go to one of those— what do you call them— foster families?” Cat interrupted.

“I’m going to be honest with you here. It’s a very likely possibility.”

There was a shift in her expression. “No,” Cat said firmly. “I don’t want to live with strangers.”

“It won’t be as bad as it sounds. We’ll give you to a nice, loving family who we’ll have checked thoroughly to make sure they are trustworthy—”

“Yeah, you guys did such a great job with Trevor, didn’t you?”

“I don’t know what to tell you. I’m sorry, sweetie. There’s really no other option. From what I’ve discovered, this is not a safe environment for you to be in. Frankly, your uncle is far from the ideal guardian.”

“I don’t care. I’m not being shipped off again.”

“Cat, just—”

Kimberly’s phone buzzed in her pocket. “Ugh!” She checked it. EMERGENCY , the text read in all-caps. PICK UP YOUR PHONE.

“Hold on,” she said. “I’ll be right back. Stay right here, okay? I just need to step outside...”

She spent a brief five minutes on the phone with admin, said something about needing to get back to a case she was on, and came back into the apartment.

There was no sign of a fair-haired girl. Kimberly searched the apartment and called her name, certain that the girl must be hiding somewhere or doing something equally childish.

And then she noticed that the girl’s closet had been ransacked, and so had the kitchen. The box of Fruity Pebbles was nowhere in sight. A window was cracked open, a light breeze flowing through.

Kimberly pinched her nose, fighting the urge to scream. It was obvious what had happened.

Ten feet away, she heard the sounds of someone throwing up. Trevor Gray started when he saw her. He swore at her, demanding who she was and how she got into his apartment. Stumbling a little, he looked around wildly like he expected an entire fleet of police to show up.

“Wha’ th’ hell’s goin’ on?”

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[natsglorifiedsimp]

Birthday Wish

A/n: This is an idea I got from a post on Facebook I think and well here it is.

Taglist: @diaryoflife @xxromanoffxx @lissaaaa145 @fxckmiup @simp-erformarvelwomen @mmmmokdok @sayah13 @karmasgxrl

Warning: uhm really angsty and sad and sad and really sad. Mentions of neglect of child, suicide, and death. Let me know if it should add more.

It's your mom's birthday.

What would a 7-year-old give her?

You have been taking down notes of what would your mom want. The reason why the page was full of scribble is that you don't know what she wants.

Why you don't know what she wants?

Because you guys don't even hang out. Your mother somehow loves you in a different way it seems.

She often tells you to go do something else when you ask for her time. Or leave her alone so she could focus on her work. Or just don't talk to you.

It could go months or years like she forgot she have a daughter. She somehow just remembers you there when you ask for her to give you attention which by the way just seems to irritate her.

Today though you wanted her to not be pissed at you for the gift you're gonna give her. Every birthday you give her cards or cupcakes which she either throws away or burns.

But somehow no matter how you rack your small brain no ideas would come up. So for a solution, you decide to survey the team cause somehow they know your mom more than you.

Most of them said 'give her a card'. Or just 'give her a hug and wished her happy birthday' which is all you did and still pissed her off.

Until you came across Steve. Who by the way always know what to say.

"Uncle Steve?" you whispered, peeking by his office door.

"Yes," he replied in the same manner.

"How do I know what to give mama for her birthday?" you tilted your head, still outside his office to give him some privacy like you always do with your mom.

"Come here" he ushered. You timidly made your way to him your head bowing cause you were not used to people letting you in their office.

He lifted your chin for you to look him eye to eye. "Give your mama something special" he mused. "Something she always wanted and make sure the gift comes from the heart." he mused, pointing at your chest.

You pondered, furrowing your eyebrows in deep thought. And then it clicked.

"Thank you, Uncle Steve" you exclaimed, running out of his office. The man couldn't help but chuckle.

""

Something your mom always wanted was what she tells you every day. How could you be so stupid?

What she always wished for was something you never thought could make her happy. No matter how she says it, even if she changes the word and its sentence. It holds the same meaning.

You hesitated for a minute but you knew this is what she wants. It's not about you, it's about making her happy and she will never be mad at you. Anything so she wouldn't be mad right?

""

Natasha came home after her mission. Tired and drained out. She was surprised you didn't greet her at the door. She exhaled satisfyingly. You probably learned not to bother her when she's home from a mission.

Tired and worn out she slowly made her way to her room, rubbing her eyes to hopefully pry her eyes open so she could do her nightly routine before sleeping.

Opening the door she flicked the switch on to properly see where she's going.

Her eyes which were once loopy and tired were now widened at what she saw. Her mouth was agape and an audible gasp left her lips.

You were in her room.

Hanging

Natasha didn't know what to do. It seems like her world became frozen and it was your hanging body and her that was only moving.

You were pale and lifeless. Your eyes closed and somehow you look in peace.

She never moved. Never moved a single muscle. She was only moved when she was nudged by Tony also the sleep-deprived person who's always up no matter what time of the day.

Noticing the redhead and curious at what the redhead could be so scared about that she froze. He also looked up seeing your limp body.

Tony franticly called the team and instruct Friday for medical assistance. Everyone was running around in a panic. Shouting and panic rambling can be heard all around the compound. But all of it was muffled in Natasha's ear.

The team can even get a hold of her so she guided her to the bed and leaves her alone for a while.

When everyone was out a lone tear escaped her eyes and followed by a series of tears she can't control. She sobbed and wailed. And she somehow couldn't stop it no matter how she tried.

She cried until no tears were left. She stared nowhere until she saw a colorful letter on her side table. Written on it was "HAPPY BIRTHDAY"

She knew it was yours. She shakily opened it and cried once more.

Dear Mama,

Happy Birthday, mama! I know I shouldn't make a letter cause you hate it and you'll probably burn this off. But I just wanted this to be a tradition to give you a letter every birthday and since this is my last one I had to do it. I'm sorry.

I'm sorry I always make you mad mama. I didn't mean to. I'm sorry you had to take care of me like you always say. I didn't really wanna go but you have to have what you want for your birthday right? I hope this finally makes you happy mama. And I hope this also doesn't make you mad like the last gifts I gave you.

I just don't know how to make you happy mama. And this is what you always wished for and that needs to come true. Thank you for taking care of me mama. I'm sorry you had to.

I love you mama even if you don't love me back.

Your daughter,

Y/n

""

She doesn't know how to feel. Everything she said to you all replayed in her brain. Every nasty thing and every neglect. All was there.

Wishing you were never born, never alive, and wishing she killed you herself. That we're just a few of them.

All of it was the other way around.

Now she wished

It was her hanging

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[kassies-take]

If You Got A Surprise For Pride

Age: 17

You: *laying in bed, hears tapping on your window, and looks out*

Bucky and Natasha: *in inflatable unicorn costumes*

Bucky: *runs to place*

Natasha: *holding a wagon of pride flags and Liho the cat dressed in a rainbow sweater*

Bucky: *presses play on a boom box*

Stereo: *plays Born This Way*

Bucky and Natasha: *doing a little dancey dance*

You: *laughing*

Bucky: *gets out of sync with Natasha*

Natasha: you’re off!

Bucky: sorry! *trying to keep up with Natasha* Nope *twerks*

You: *laughing*

Natasha: wh- James!

You: *runs out your room, down the stairs and into the backyard*

Bucky: the dance is too hard Natalia!

Natasha: You’re leg is just crossing over the other as your arm moves in and out *demonstrate*

Bucky: you make it look easy. *begins to do his own dance*

Natasha: *joins*

You: but you guys are still cute!!! *goes to hug the two unicorns* thank you!

Natasha: happy pride baby! *inflatable unicorn head hits you are she tries to kiss your head*

Bucky: *tries to kiss you as well*

You: *getting hit by horns and inflatable heads* ah why am I getting hit by unicorns!

Bucky: TASTE THE RAINBOW!

You and Natasha: *laughing*

You: *takes out your phone to take a selfie* Auntie Lena and Uncle Steve are going to love this

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[ilovenatasharomanoff2-0]

Hey, can I request an intersex Nat where she accidentally got R pregnant? And then she decided to hide the baby from Nat because she didn't want to burden Natasha or something (idk, you can change the reason), and then 5 years later, Nat was shocked to find R with a child. She did a computation and some research to know that it was her child too! Fluffy ending, please? Sorry for rambling, I just love single mother AUs rn and idk why?? Thank youuu!!

It's never over.

Warnings: y/s/n (your son's name), unprotected sex, oral (f receiving), fingering, praise kink

Pairings: Intersex Natasha x fem reader

Word count: 2.5k

A/n: It has actually been a hot minute since I posted. I'm sorry, but I'm ready for this writing grind to return. This fic is my apology. I'm getting to it if I didn't get to your request. Trust me, I've seen it and probably already started writing it.

"Fuck baby, I don't have a condom," Natasha tells you while hurriedly taking off her shirt.

You moaned quietly and muttered, "It's fine." Your hands go to Natasha's sweatpants to pull them down. "Just pull out, okay?"

Natasha lets out a low groan in reply to you, and her hands promptly find their way to your bra. In one swift mention, your bra was unclasped and thrown somewhere in the dimly lit bedroom.

Her hand soon came up to your face, tracing your face. Her eyes were glued on you, on how beautiful you were. Her face comes intact with your neck, kissing you slowly. Her lips dragged down and down. Soon, meeting your pelvis. Her head slowly moved back up to look at you. "So pretty baby, love you so much," she muttered. Her fingers traced down your body 'till they got to your clothed cunt. Her middle and index finger glided over your clit, and a soft whine erupted from your mouth.

"Please, Tasha, need you."

"Yeah, baby? I got you, okay?" She murmured out to you. A small kiss was left on your forehead. Natasha's two fingers pulled your panties to the side. Her attention was now on your pussy.

"So wet for me." Her lips curled upwards, forming a proud smirk. She didn't even do anything to you, and she had you dripping.

Her fingers dipped themselves in your hole, and a small gasp left your mouth. You threw your head against the pillow that lay beneath your head.

"Look at me, y/n, how good I'm making you feel." She mutters out to you, immediately drawing her fingers away from your cunt.

"Need your fingers, please." You moan out to her, your head shooting back up to see her in front of you, her two fingers up to her mouth to taste you.

"Taste so fucking good." she sighs out to you. "Need my fingers, baby? How bad do you need them?"

"Really bad, Natasha." Your hips start to buck forward, trying to relieve that ache you had in your core.

Natasha's hand comes to your hips, pushing them back down into the bed. You know you can't do anything about it. She's so much more potent than you. A force of one hand has your hips pinned down.

"Sorr-" Your plead is cut short when you feel her fingers entirely make their way into you. A languid yelp leaves your mouth. Your head shoots back once more.

"Feels good, huh? Bet my cock will feel better, though."

You can't respond back to her, too focused on her fingers that are curling in you. Her fingers pump faster, lewd sounds of your wetness caving the room, echoing every now and then.

Natahsa's free hand moves up to your clit, circling the bud just like she did before.

"So good, Nat, don't stop p-please."

"'M not gonna stop, baby."

As you lay, you feel the muscles in your legs tense up, and your feet shift slightly as your legs come together, creating a subtle but noticeable closure.

"You close y/n?" She whispers in your ear, her body leaning onto you ever so slightly, but enough to feel her hard-on press onto you.

Your voice quivers as you let out a mournful "Mhm." You reach out and grasp her shoulder, fingers digging into her skin. The pressure of your grip is tight, as if you're trying to hold on to something slipping away.

As you near your high, Natasha pulls her fingers out of you. A high-pitched sob leaves your mouth. "N-no, Natasha."

"Shh, it's okay, my love. I gonna make you feel so much better." She mumbles out to you. Her body moves off of you and onto her knees. The tent in her boxers is more noticeable than it was before. Your gaze is fixated on the intricate network of veins coursing down her pelvis, descending further and further out of sight.

She let out a low groan as she moved her boxers down, sliding them off and tossing them somewhere in the room. Her cock sprung out of the piece of clothing, precum leaked from her tip.

"So fucking hard for you, baby, I just want to feel your pussy so bad."

A shattered breath left your mouth as you heard Natahsa's explicit words. Her hand slowly moved up and down on her cock, lowering her head down to use her spit as lube.

She slowly inched her hips closer to you, grabbing ahold of her hard cock. Her tip rubbed in between your folds, teasing for a few more minutes.

"Already feel so good." She sputters, her tip finally coming down to your hole. She takes her time easing into you, her eyes looking at how your pussy takes in all of her cock.

Once Natasha had bottomed out in you, she stilled her hips, giving you time to adjust to her length. "Tell me when I can move, baby, okay?" She softly tells you.

After a few minutes of waiting, you finally adjusted to her.

"O-okay, I'm ready, Nat."

Natasha needs to hear no more, her hips thrusting rhythmically.

"Th-that feels good, Tasha." Your breathing is labored. You can feel the deliberate slowness and shallowness of Natasha's thrusts, as though she is deliberately holding back from unleashing her full power upon you. It's as though she is carefully testing your limits, teasing you with the promise of what could come if she let go.

"Can I do this?" She asks, her eyes filled with anticipation. Her back straightens, and her hands move ever so sneakily, reaching out to grab your thighs.

The silence in the room was palpable, broken only by the sound of a small head slowly nodding.

Her hands pushed your thighs back for a better angle. Her thrusting resumes and her cock hits new depths. Loud moans left your mouth as Natasha's hips grew in speed, her cock aimlessly hitting the spot that you love.

The way you clenched around her had her in a trance. The grip she had on your thighs tightened. A grunt came out of her mouth, and she snapped her hips faster into you. Your hands were trying to search for a place for stability.

"So fucking tight and warm, y/n. C-could be in you forever." She moans out to you.

"Fuck, I'm close, nat." a whine left your mouth as you closed your eyes and focused on all of the pleasure.

"Let me cum inside y/n, please."

You quickly nodded, trying to hide the knot that was forming in your stomach. The overwhelming feeling of unease made it hard to process anything else.

"Gonna cum!"

"Comon, do it, my love, cum for me." She reassures you. You can tell she's close to releasing by how her hips start to, for their own pace, a rhythm. With a few more strong thrusts from Natasha's hips, your orgasm came crashing down. Your back arched off of the bed as you felt Natasha shoot her load into you.

She lays down on top of you and catches her breath. She quickly rolls off of you and moves herself next to you on the suitable bed. Her side is slightly turned so she can look at your face.

"Did so good for me y/n." You feel her soft breath on your face as she leans in and gently presses her lips to your forehead, letting out a soft murmur.

You couldn't help but smile as you turned to face Natasha. She slowly lifted herself off you, her eyes fixed on yours as if trying to decipher your thoughts.

After standing up, she gracefully slips back into her boxers, her every move exuding confidence and poise. She walks into your bathroom with purpose, her eyes scanning the room until she spots a towel, which she swiftly grabs and wets under the tap. She returns to you, her gaze unwavering, and gently cleans you up with the damp towel, her soothing and reassuring touch.

As you lay on your bed, you hear a soft call of "Y/nnn." Turning your head, you see her standing there, a smile forming as she catches your gaze. Closing your eyes, you feel her hands gently cleaning you up, making you feel refreshed and cared for. Soon after, she hops onto the bed and wraps her arms around you from behind, holding you close in a warm embrace. It's a moment of comfort and intimacy that makes you feel safe and loved.

As you were lost in thought, you were suddenly jolted back to reality by boisterous laughter. You quickly checked your phone to see a message, only to find your son standing before you with a half-eaten Rice Krispie treat in his hand.

"Hey, buddy!" You bellowed out to him. His face lit up as he heard you talking to him.

He looks up at you with a beaming smile and says, "Hi, mama!" His little hands reach up toward you despite your close proximity, signaling his desire to be held in your embrace.

You bend down slightly to pick him up, even more laughter erupting from his tiny body. You quickly pick up the phone you put on the counter to take a picture of y/s/n. Your eyes get lost in the notification on your screen. You quickly forget about it and take a picture of the both of you in your matching Patagonia jackets, hoping you could post it to your Instagram later.

As you set him down on the ground, you turn to him and ask, "Would you like to go get some ice cream?" With a quick nod, he excitedly runs towards the door, nearly stumbling over the scattered toys that litter the floor. You can't help but chuckle at the sight as you make your way over to the accent table where your car keys are displayed.

As you two drove, the car was filled with the loud beats of y/s/n's favorite YouTube music, his laughter growing increasingly raucous as he found something particularly amusing. After a few minutes, we arrived at the ice cream shop, but getting y/s/n out of his seatbelt proved difficult due to all the kicking and squirming.

As you both stepped out of the car, you noticed the small ice cream shop across the street. You helped him out of the car and walked towards the shop. As you entered the tiny shop, the aroma of freshly made waffle cones filled your nostrils. The colorful display of ice cream flavors made your little companion's eyes widen with excitement. He carefully picked out his favorite flavor and waited patiently for you to pay. As you handed over the money, his tiny head looked up at you with gratitude and back at his ice cream, watching it drip from the cone onto his hand. The sound of his happy slurping filled the air as you both savored the moment.

Walking around the ice cream, you turn to your son and say, "Come on, let's find a table." You take his hand and navigate the large crowd, scanning for an available booth. Suddenly, the sound of the front door opening catches your attention. You freeze when you see the girl who just walked in. She looks familiar, like someone you used to know. She stands tall with a confident posture and a mess of long red hair pulled back into a loose ponytail. A few strands fall across her face, framing her sharp features. Dressed in a sleek compression shirt and shorts, she just came from the gym.

As you both stand in the ice cream shop, your eyes meet with a woman scanning the room. Suddenly, her gaze locks onto yours, and you feel a jolt of electricity pass between you. Her eyes slowly drift down to the child standing next to you, and she can't help but notice the resemblance between them. You're unsure what to do, but you feel frozen in place as you stare at each other. When your child tugs at your pants, reminding you that his ice cream is melting, you snap out of your trance and slowly start to move away.

"Mommy, ice cream!" he says loud enough for the girl you know to hear you.

"O-okay, y/s/n, follow me." You quickly find a table. As soon as you sit down, your son is on his tablet, watching PBS Kids to entertain him. And that's when you finally remember it was Natasha. She has changed a lot since you saw her 4 years ago.

Before you can get together to talk to her, she's already at your table. Your son quickly looks up at her and looks back down; his attention is on the ice cream and TV show.

"Y/n?" She whispered out to you. Her voice sounded the same, just as you remembered.

"Hi Natasha, I know that thi-"

"You have a kid now?" Her voice is a little shaky now; if you have to be honest, you feel bad for her. And now that you're face to face with her you start to regret your actions.

You stayed silent for a minute trying to find the right response to tell Natasha.

"Why didn't you tell me y/n? I've waited so long for you."

"I...I don't know Natasha." Our hands touch your face, rubbing it harshly, trying to process what was happening.

"Is he mine, Y/n?" You could tell her nervousness, her breath quickening as she awaited your response. The only thing you could do was nod your head up and down.

"have a seat, Nat." She hesitates momentarily before slowly taking a seat, her mind racing with mixed emotions. The air around you is tense as you wait for her to speak.

"You know I wanted to tell you."

"Why didn't you then? I was never able to get over you, y/n."

"I guess I...I guess I was too scared, Natasha. I didn't want you to ghost me, and I felt like a burden like you wouldn't want to be with me anymore." You looked down at the table, trying to hide your watering eyes from Natasha.

You feel her body shifting gently as she moves closer to you. Her arm gracefully wraps itself around your back and pulls you in closer. You respond to her embrace, feeling your entire body pressing against hers with a sense of comfort and warmth.

"I don't think you are a burden. I would've been so happy if you told me we would have a kid together. You know that I will always love you."

You do a slow nod into her chest. Natasha's face turns every once in a while, looking at the toddler across from her.

"What's his name?"

"Y/s/n. It made me think of you when I first gave birth to him."

Natasha's delicate fingers gently touch your chin, lifting your face towards hers. As you meet her gaze, a radiant smile spreads across her lips, illuminating her face with a warm glow.

"Do you wanna come back home with me, Nat?" you whisper just loud enough for her to hear.

"Yeah, actually. I want to catch up with you and my son."

You find yourself unable to do anything but return the smile of the person in front of you. As you gaze into her eyes, a flood of memories from your past together comes rushing back. You feel a sense of excitement and anticipation for the new chapter that is about to unfold in your life.

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[callsign-dexter]

Whisper in the Wind: 6 Months AU

Request: for the angst starters may I humbly request these two for Ben and Natasha? 🙏🏻

‘hold my hand if you need to.’

‘don’t panic.’

Starter: 'Hold my hand if you need to.' and 'Don't panic'

Pairings: OC!Benjamin Bradshaw x Daughter!Reader, Natasha Trace x Daughter!Reader, Benjamin Bradshaw x Natasha Trace, Bradley Bradshaw x OC!Wife!Leah Bradshaw

Warnings: angst, inaccurate hospital talk, car crashes, pregnancy

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Whisper in the Wind

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A/N: thank you @justabigassnerd for giving me these angst prompts so that this AU piece could come to life.

Natasha and Ben have been engaged for about 6 months now. They had decided to wait until their little girl was born and a few months old before they even talked about getting married. Natasha had 3 months to go and then they would be holding their baby girl in their arms. Originally, they talked about not knowing the gender of their soon-to-be bundle of joy but they just couldn’t help themselves and broke down and found out the gender. There were some rough patches in the pregnancy but with both parents being in the military they handled with control and ease. They still hadn’t decided on a name but they did have several picked out and they knew for sure that they wanted her middle name to be Caroline a tribute to Ben and Bradley’s mother.

It was finally the weekend which meant that they had a whole two days by themselves. Natasha wasn’t allowed to fly but she still had to go in to work on paperwork and get things settled for when she and Ben went on maternity leave. Since Ben didn’t want her driving, he had taken it upon himself to drive both of them into work and back home. He doted on her the very second, she found out she was pregnant, he already doted on her but when he found out that she was carrying his unborn child he stepped it up big time, then again, his mother raised him to treat a woman right and he was also so much like his father.

Ben and Natahsa had just arrived home and he helped her get out of her Nissan Xterra and grabbed their stuff as they made their way into the house. When they got in, he was quick to bend down and take off her boots and then when he was done, he stayed on his eyes that was he was eye level with her stomach and held it in his hands and kissed it and smiled. Natasha smiled at the action he had done every day to the point it had become a ritual; he was really going to be a great father. “Alright, Jellybean. No, giving your mom a hard time tonight, we want her well rested.” He said and their baby moved into his hands and voice, Natasha had come to the conclusion that she was going to be daddy’s girl through and through. She brought her hands to his hair and ran them through enjoying the moment. “Now it’s time to get you and momma fed.” He said and gave one more kiss to her stomach and then stood up and kissed her. Then he got to work. “How about some homemade mac and cheese and some pork chops and yes there will be hot sauce.” Ben said and Natasha smiled, one thing about Ben was that he was an excellent cook and she was too but after becoming pregnant some smells got to her and it just made her exhausted and she left all the cooking duties to him.

“Sounds absolutely perfect.” She said and then she felt a kick and chuckled and he looked at her with a raised eyebrow “Eaglet agrees.” She said and he chuckled.

“Now go and sit down I’ll bring it to you when it is ready.” He said and she nodded and went and sat down in a kitchen chair that way she could still talk to him and be with him. She was just happy to take the pressure off of her feet. They talked about work and the plans about when their daughter was here and most importantly names. As they were talking her phone began to ring and she got it out of her pocket and looked at the caller id and it was Bradley and she answered it and put it on speaker.

“Hey you’re on speaker.” She said and she heard a chuckle.

“We’ll I guess I can’t tell you about the deep dark secrets of Ben then.” Bradley said and they all chuckled but Ben rolled his eyes but smile appeared on his face.

“Just remember that I know a lot of secrets about you little brother that Leah doesn’t know about.” He said tending the food as he heard a gasp from him.

“You wouldn’t dare.” Bradley said

“Try me.” Ben said and Natasha just smiled at their bickering.

“The reason I called was because we wanted to know what you were doing and how Birdie was doing.” He said, he had given the baby that name because Ben’s callsign was Eagle and so was Natasha’s was Phoenix, they were truly keeping the bird callsigns in the family.

“Well Ben is cooking some pork chops and homemade mac and cheese and Eaglet has been pretty much cooperative during the day until we got home and her daddy had talked to her.” Natasha said rubbing her belly and Ben looked at her watching her has he flipped the pork chops and could take his eyes off of them.

“Oh, what I wouldn’t do for some of his homemade mac and cheese.” Leah said “Wanna send us some?” She asked and everyone chuckled.

“You got it.” Ben said fully joking the food was pretty much done and now it was resting and cooling off. “What’s your plans for the weekend?” Ben asked them.

“Nothing huge. Maybe go down to the beach. You guys?” Bradley asked

“Nothing really, just gonna spend some time with each other and stay off my feet.” Natasha said

“Well, we don’t want to keep you guys. Have a good night and enjoy your homemade mac and cheese. We love you.” Leah said full of jealously.

“We will. Goodnight, guys. We love you too.” Ben said and Natasha hung up and Ben began plating her plate and then he brought it over with her glass of water and set it down in front of her.

“Why thank you fiancée.” She said and bent down and kissed her.

“You’re welcome my soon to be wife.” He said after breaking the kiss and then he went and got his food and glass of water, he would’ve gotten a beer or something sweetened but when Natasha had to quit drinking and was advised to not drink anything sugary, Ben had made it his choice to go along with her because he loved her so much and it was heathier in the long run.

Supper came and went and now the were finding themselves sitting on the couch snuggled together as they watched a comedy. Natasha was cuddled into Ben and he had his arms around her and one set on her stomach. Every now and then their baby would kick and they both smiled, she seemed so active while Ben was around.

Midnight rolled around and they finally decided to go to bed. Ben helped his pregnant fiancée up and helped her walk up the stairs making sure she wouldn’t fall backwards once all 3 of them were up safely he let up on his protectiveness. They got ready together and then they were slipping in to bed for a, hopefully, a goodnight’s sleep and not a lot of getting up to go pee.

Morning came around and thankfully she had only had to get up twice during the night and both times she had succeeded without waking Ben up, which was a surprise. Naturally they were early risers but they could get away with sleeping until 10 AM on most weekends. Ben had actually gotten up before Natasha and was getting breakfast ready. She was just about to get up when he came through with a tray with two plates of food, fruits, and drinks of their choice. “I figured we would have breakfast in bed and then go out and spend sometime out on the town.” Ben said and she smiled.

“That sounds perfect.” She said and he smiled then he walked into the room the rest of the way and sat down on the bed and put the tray in between them and then he turned on the TV. Nothing interesting was on so they switched to their DVR and watched some saved shows that they wanted to catch up on. Natasha started to get restless and this caught Ben’s attention almost immediately.

“What’s wrong?” He asked moving the try so he could have better access to her.

“Nothing worrisome. Your child is just playing soccer with my bladder and making me need to pee.” She said and he laughed.

“Always my child when she is doing something.” He chuckled but got up and began to help her get up and to their connected bathroom. When she was done, she flushed and washed her hands and then joined her fiancée back in bed.

“So, what do you have planned for us today?” She asked and he looked at her.

“Well, we need to run to the store and grab a few things and then I figured we would go baby shopping for a little bit more stuff.” Ben said and she smiled, he was always thinking of her and their baby always putting them first.

“That sounds perfect.” She said and then they started to get ready to leave. As always, they got ready together and then walked downstairs together. Ben helped his fiancée get her shoes on and then he got his shoes and they were heading out the door. They had decided to take Natasha’s vehicle since it had more space than his truck, he helped her get in and then he got in and opened the garage. Ben started the car and backed out of the garage and they were on their way and pulling out of the neighborhood.

The car ride was filled with laughter and music. Nothing could bother the happy couple. They had just come to a red light. He kept looking over at his perfect pregnant fiancée and she was glowing and he smiled. “Have I ever told you that you’re the most beautiful pregnant woman ever?” He asked and hung her head smirked.

“Every single day and I’ll never get tired of it.” She said and then he turned back to the road as he saw the light turn green in his peripheral view. Just as he was starting to go and cross an intersection and car from the left side came barreling at them and the only thing, he heard was a honk and metal crushing against metal and then the pain came. The other car was going at such a high speed that it pushed them to the other side of the road and flipped them and then they were crashing into a telephone pole. Both of them were knocked unconscious. Ben had slumped onto the wheel and on the horn making it blare and Natasha was knocked into the back of her seat.

The blaring horn is what woke him up and then the pain came to him everywhere. It took him a few minutes to figure out where he was but when he figured it out, he started to panic, he slowly lifted his head and he groaned in pain and then laid it on his headrest. He needed Nat so all of his attention turned to her and when he tried to move his body protested. “Nat?” He asked in a hoarse voice but got no answer “Baby.” He said and found some strength to move his hand and to her. But yet again no response.

Natahsa didn’t know where she was but she was waking up in the bar Carole, Bradley, and Ben they had visited when they went to see Goose and Maverick. She just looked around until she heard music and then Carole and Goose laughing together, she recognized them from the pictures that Bradley and Ben had laying around and on the wall. “Carole? Goose?” He asked and they turned to her and smiled and she got up from the table as Goose started to play the familiar tune of Great Balls of Fire. “What’s going on?” She asked and they looked at him sadly.

“You were in a car accident baby.” Carole said and stroked her cheek and she leaned into it; her touch felt so warm.

“Ben. Our child.” She said and began to panic.

“Ben is alright. He’s trying to wake you up and it is not your time so we don’t have long.” Goose said as he played the tune.

“Our baby?” She asked moving her hand to her stomach.

“They’re ok for right now. Help is on the way but you need to wake up.” Carole said

“I wish you both were down there with us. It would mean the world to us.” Natasha said and they smiled softly at her.

“We are with you. Just look around. We’re a whisper in the wind.” Goose said and that made Natasha smile.

“Gosh, I’ve always wanted to meet you but not like this.” She said and they chuckled.

“We’re always watching. We’re just happy we can meet you now and can’t wait for your wedding and seeing our grandchild be born. May I?” Carole asked and Natasha nodded and she put her hand on her stomach and then she felt a kick and she smiled that was the first time she felt her kick since the accident. Goose stood up as Carole took her hand off of Natasha’s stomach and pulled her into a hug.

“I’m so glad that Ben has met you. You both are perfect for each other.” Goose said and she melted into his touch it reminded her off Ben’s. All too soon the warmth was gone and then being replaced by Carole.

“Now, get back down there to our son, your fiancée, have this sweet little girl, get married, and help Leah keep our boys straight. Who knows where they would’ve ended up if they hadn’t found you both.” Carole said and released.

“Now don’t keep Ben waiting. He’s getting panicked. Tell the boys and Leah that we love them so much.” Goose said and she nodded.

“It was nice meeting you even if the circumstances weren’t great.” She said and they all laughed and then they said their goodbyes and she was waking up to Ben’s gentle touch.

“Baby?” Ben said and she slowly opened her eyes and looked over at him and he sighed in relief and then the pain hit her and she wanted to scream. She must’ve made a face because he was taking her hand “Hold my hand if you need to.” He said and she took it and squeezed it and he didn’t complain.

“I think something is wrong with the baby.” She said as more pain hit her.

“What do you mean?” He asked worrying.

“It hurts.” She said

“Don’t panic.” He started “Help is on the way.” He said and about that time sirens could be heard and then someone was rushing to them. The window was smashed so it was easy to talk to them “Help her first. She’s 6 months pregnant and in a lot of pain.” He said and they nodded.

“How are you feeling sir?” One paramedic asked.

“Everything hurts but I’ll be fine just help my pregnant fiancée, please.” He said

“We understand sir, we also need to help you. My partners are helping them.” They said and he slowly nodded. With controlled chaos they got them out and they were heading to the hospital. They were rolled into the hospital and they had taken him to an emergency room and then he saw her being wheeled passed him and he panicked.

“Where are they taking her?” He asked trying to get up but was pushed down by nurses and doctors and he let them due to the pain.

“Sir, just lay down.” A doctor said and he started to struggle.

“No, I need to know where my fiancée is being taken.” He said and tried to get up again and struggle and then they were pushing a sedative into his IV that was set in the ambulance and he was out like a light muttering that he needed to get to Natasha and their unborn baby.

Ben didn’t know how long he was out for but when he woke up Bradley and Leah were there and that confused him. “Bradley?” He slurred and that caught Bradley and Leah’s attention.

“Hey. How you feeling?” Leah asked putting a comforting hand on his hand.

“I’m fine. Nat and Jellybean?” He asked

“They’re in surgery.” Bradley asked and Ben’s heart monitor was starting to spike.

“What?” He asked starting to panic again and Bradley stood up and was lightly pushing Ben back as he tried to get up.

“They said they were both doing fine. There was a placenta tear but they’re fixing it. They’re both going strong. You’re going to be released once thy are out of surgery and when you woke up.” Bradley said and he nodded and settled down and the heart monitor settled, Bradley released him. He didn’t know Leah had left the room until she came back with a nurse and his doctor.

“Captain Bradshaw, you were lucky. You just had a dislocated shoulder and a cracked rib. We did have to sedate you after you starting resisting but we understand. Your wife and baby are doing well from the last I heard and should be out and in recovery in a few minutes. We’ll start your release process and get you to their room as soon as possible.” He said and Ben nodded.

“Thank you.” He said and the doctor nodded and then left as the nurse had him sign releasee forms and take the IV out.

“We stopped by the house and got some clothes for both of you.” Leah said holding a bag up and he smiled.

“Thank you, guys. Thank you for getting down here so quickly.” Ben said and slowly got up and Leah walked out of the room while Bradley helped his older brother then she got the all clear to come in.

“Anything for my older brother and future sister-in-law and niece.” Bradley said and Ben hugged him and then they released and Leah brought him in a hug.

“You guys scared us. We’re just glad you’re ok. We got the call and then were on the next flight out to here.” Leah said as she released him from the hug. About that time a nurse came in to grab them and take them to Natasha and their baby, Y/N. They followed in silence and when they got there and Ben saw his fiancée laying there, he almost broke down but when he heard his baby’s heartbeat he broke down and almost collapsed, he would’ve if Bradley wasn’t there to catch him. They walked in and Ben sat down on the chair not having his full strength back and Bradley hugged Leah. The doctor turned to them and smiled.

“Both of them are just fine. She was lucky to have only sprained her wrist and there was a placenta tear but we repaired it and everything was successful. She should be waking here in a few minutes since we didn’t want to use much anesthesia on her and the baby. The nurse and I will be back in a few to check on them both.” He said and they nodded and then left and that is when Leah and Bradley took their seats.

10 minutes later Natasha was waking up to bright lights and to her sleeping fiancée with his hand on her stomach and Bradley and Leah, who were awake. Leah was the first to notice “Hey.” She said softly and Nat smiled.

“How long has he been asleep?” Nat asked referring to Ben.

“Not too long. Want me to wake him?” Bradley asked and she shook her head.

“No, I will.” She said and they nodded and then she slowly turned to him and brought her right hand to his face and began to stroke it and started to speak softly. Once she saw him show his signs of waking up, she smiled and after a minute or two he woke up confused but then he saw her awake and was awake in an instant.

“Baby.” He said and got up and kissed her forehead his hand never leaving her stomach. “You’re ok.” He said and she nodded.

“We’re both ok.” She said and it was quiet for a minute. “I saw Goose and Carole while we were in the car.” She said and everyone was silent. “They told me to tell you that they love you and that I needed to come back to help Leah keep you boys straight.” She said and they chuckled.

“Yea that sounds like dad.” Ben said and Bradley nodded. The nurse and doctor walked in and checked on them and told them that they wanted to keep her in the hospital for a few days just to be sure and they agreed. Bradley and Leah would still be there they told work that they had a family emergency and had to be gone for a few weeks and they understood.

After a few days Nat got the all clear to go home and that is exactly what they did. It was really nice having Bradley and Leah there and they never got in the way and if Nat and Ben wanted space, they gave it to them. The doctor’s told them to take it easy and that is exactly what they were doing and why Bradley and Leah stayed.

Goose and Carole were looking down on their children and smiled. All of them were alive and healthy and their granddaughter was active but not too active sensing that her mother had something done and didn’t want to injury her further. “They’re going to be ok.” Carole said as she snuggled into Goose and he threw an arm around his wife. He kissed the side of her head and smiled.

“Yes, they are.” Goose said “Our granddaughter is going to be one spoiled little girl and is going to be one little fighter.” He said.

“Yes, she is. I can’t wait to watch her grow up.” Carole said

This accident just brought everyone together and they formed a stronger bond because of it. Ben, Natasha, and Y/N were safe. They were under careful watch of Bradley, Leah, Goose, and Carole. Nothing could bring them down they were a strong family and nothing was going to break them. They loved each other and were going to take care of each other no matter if their sick or just having a bad day. They're family and to them family sticks together no matter what unless you pull their Naval Academy papers then that’s a whole different story.

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[cthulhu-calling]

Parenting : All Hallow's Eve

Natasha Romanoff x Reader

Summary : Halloween brings candy, costumes, spookiness and general nervousness for you as you and your little family embark on your first trick or treating adventure in a new neighbourhood.

Warnings : parenting, fluff, light angst, nervousness

Word Count : 613

Author’s Note : I used to be @velvetichor but I deleted my account on a whim so I’m just posting these again.

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“Trick of great!” the little girl said, stretching her arms wide to show off her billowing cape. The black cape was lined with red coloured velvet fabric on the inside along with the black three piece suit she was wearing, her hair slicked back completely. It had taken Natasha an hour to tame her curls and to finish her makeup which completed the look with fake fangs, purple eyeshadow under the eyes as dark circles and red lipstick for the blood on the corners of her mouth.

“My my, what are you dressed as, you handsome young man?” The doddery old lady asked, leaning heavily on her cane. 

“Dracula! And I’m a girl, ma’am,” Rosie replied with a wide toothy grin. You and Natasha stood by the entrance of the walkway, dressed as exhausted parents, watching the interaction. Rosie was used to this by now. She had short curly hair that was cut much like any other 6 year old boy out there, she was easily mistaken for the same. She even preferred to dress in a more traditionally masculine way, choosing to wear any type of pants over skirts and frocks anyday. 

You and Natasha didn’t care. Honestly, you fought tooth and nail just to be able to have this little bundle of joy and hell if you were going to let such things keep her away from you. But you did worry, no matter how much Natahsa tried to console you. 

You were scared. Moving into a new neighbourhood where you knew absolutely nobody had been stressful enough with the added responsibility of a six year old who was probably a human golden retriever personified, you and your wife were bone tired. 

You were constantly fretting over what a child might say to Rosie for not being conventionally ‘girly’. Kids could be absolutely horrible. Though walking down the neighbourhood streets, hand in hand with Natasha as you both tried to keep up with your energetic kid, the experience had been surprisingly pleasant. 

Sure, she got mistaken for a boy a couple of times but once things were cleared up, nobody really cared. You held your breath for this encounter though. 

You watched the lady tilt her head at your baby, questioning but not unkind and she sent a quick smile in your and Natasha’s direction before focusing her attention back on Rosie. 

“Oh. What a beautiful little Drac you are,” the woman smiled and offered her the bowl of candy, out of which she promptly grabbed two pieces and, saying her thank you’s and goodbyes, rushed back towards the two of you. 

“No running baby!” Natasha chastised. 

Natasha could feel you physically relax, like you’d just been relieved of the weight of the world on your shoulders. She sent you a small hopeful smile with a squeeze of her hand in yours, which you gladly returned, turning towards Rosie just in time as she leapt into your arms. 

“Oof. You’re getting so big baby,” you said, rubbing her back and setting her back on the ground. 

“That’s good mama! I plan on at least being taller than mommy,” she teased, turning towards Natasha with a shit-eating grin, earning an evil glare in return. 

“Oh, you’re gonna regret that baby!” She said with a fake growl and started chasing Rosie, threatening to tickle her. You laughed and followed them at your own pace, shouting at them to slow down. As they came to a stop at the entrance of the haunted maze, waving at you to walk faster, you couldn’t help but smile to yourself. 

Things were going to be good here for you and your small family, you could feel it. 

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[elius-learns-to-write]

Hey, I love all your works! If you haven’t done something similar already, could I request where R is sick + acting really clingy and the Avengers help take care of her? Emphasis on motherly Natasha x R and cuddles, because we always need more Mama Nat 🥰

Hey Bestie :) I totally agree you can never have enough Mama Nat, thank you so much for this it was really fun to write, I hope it lived up to your expectations even though it was so short. Have an amazing day <3

I am not sick

You weren’t sick

Nope not at all

The cough and the constant sneezing was normal

That is what you told yourself every time you managed to catch something

Of course, you were wrong every time

and of course, the team saw through it every time

“If you don’t admit that you are sick then I’m going to have to tell Nat that you aren’t looking after yourself” Tony sighed, disliking the situation even more than you were at this point. You see Tony had been asked to check up on you and make sure you were being sensible because your favorite avenger Nat was away on a mission. “I,” sneeze “am,” sneeze “not,” sneeze “sick!”

You definitely were. Somehow in 2 days, your state had gone from sitting on your bedroom floor contemplating life with a high temperature and a sore back to you wanting nothing more than to be glued to the genius’s side for the rest of your life. “You get clingy when you’re sick and I don’t think you have left my side in the last 2 days” the man grumbled, trying to get to the workbench across the room to grab the screwdriver he needed to tweak the project he was working on, “rude” you muttered back waiting for the man to return form his lonely trip to soak up more of his body heat.

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You felt the vibrations of Sam's laugh echo through your chest and pound at the door of your head, a reminder to take paracetamol when you had the energy to get up again. “Sam no laugh make my head hurt” you spoke into the man's side, his grip on you tightening as he whispered an apology and went back to quietly arguing with Bucky about why he needed to get a magnet of Sams's face for his arm.

Everyone had been counting the days until Nat would be back home

For 2 reasons: 1. They knew they would get a telling off for letting you get sick and 2. It meant they could have some time without you hanging off their arm

Don’t get me wrong cuddly y/n was great but after a day or 2 it got a bit frustrating

You missed her too

She was like another to you and all you wanted to do was curl up in her arms as she stroked your hair and read you a story

Thank God you were asleep when she came home so you missed her telling them all off

“Where’s Y/n?” Nat asked when you weren’t there to greet her at the jet like you normally were, walking towards her Steve replied “they got sick, so they’re just sleeping it off right now”. Nats eyebrows shot so far up that Steve was surprised they didn’t fly off her face “THEY WHAT?”. As she ran inside she decided that giving them a lecture would be easiest without a tried and sick teenager by her side. “Who let them get sick?” She asked, face set in a glare as she addressed the group who minutes previously had been watching an episode of friends. “I made sure they went out with a coat every time they left the house” Tony was quick to defend himself hands up in surrender, “well I made sure to cook hot and filling meals every day” Bruce chimed in voice rising an octave as if Tony and just pushed the blame onto him. As the group went through their reasons of innocence it was clear to Natasha that no one was going to fess up so instead of worrying about who did it she focused her attention on you.

Meanwhile, you had woken up

It’s not like the heroes knew how to be quite

You knew that with all the noise it meant Nat had come home

And so you closed your eyes, a soft sleepy smile playing on your face and waited.

The door creaked open as the assassin tiptoed into your room, the bed dipping under her weight “Hey my little Firecracker” she whispered slowly wrapping her arms around. Grinning lazily back at her “Hey mum” you replied snuggling further into her arms and drifting back into the quiet comfort of sleep leaving the woman to keep her happiness at bay. At least until you were better.

You spent the rest of your days recovering in her arms

Talking about whatever your fever field head could come up with like:

“If I went to the doctors and they cut off my thumb would they let me keep it”

“Can you imagine having an argument with Thor over pop tarts, oh wait I did, do you remember that silly cat?”

“I like moss balls, they look so happy”

She might not be your biological mother but that doesn’t mean she won't hold you just as tight when you need her

#the avengers #avengers imagine #avengers x child!reader #avengers x reader #avengers x fem!reader #avengers x you #avengers x platonic reader #avengers x teen!reader #natahsa romanoff #nat x reader #natasha x reader #natasha x daughter!reader #steve rodgers x reader #sam wilson x reader #tony stark x y/n #x teen!reader

[kai-writes-fan-fiction]

ABSOLUTELY loved your avengers x add/adhd teen avenger 😩 could i pls request an avengers x severe anxiety teen avenger? if i could be greedy and have nat be the comfort person for them jajajaja

Being a teen Avenger with severe Anxiety

UH COMING RIGHT UP BBY! I love this idea :)

I’m assuming you wanted a headcanon because that’s what the ADD/ADHD one was.

ANNOUNCEMENT: I have Social Anxiety and General Anxiety disorders, but Anxiety presents differently in everyone. I know how nice it is to have someone to talk to if you’re ever feeling anxious or down, so PLEASE do not hesitate to reach out! You can message me, or be anonymous. Our conversations will remain between us. Moving on, here’s headcanons for a teen Avenger with Severe Anxiety.

You had been abandoned by your parents at the age of 12, after they found out about your powers

You spent a year on the streets doing whatever you could to survive, which did include crime

After years of abuse from your parents, it was no surprise that you developed severe Anxiety

Soon enough, news of your escapades reached The Avengers

You were formally invited to join, much to the dismay of the police who captured you

You moved into The Avengers tower soon after

After you moved in, you began having severe panic attacks during training

You didn’t really speak to anyone in fear that they’d hate you

You spent a lot of time in your room overthinking

You couldn’t escape the nightmares

The team was worried about you, and worried that you were the one who didn’t like them

One day, Natasha volunteered to go into your room to see if she could coax you out, as it was “team bonding day” (thanks Steve)

“F.R.I.D.A.Y. Could you open (Y/N)’s door please?”

“Mx. (Y/N) has asked me not to allow visitors.”

“Override!”

Natasha walked into your room to find you at the height of one of your panic attacks in the corner of your room

It was an ugly one

She ran over to you and tried her best to calm you down, she knew what you went through, but she didn’t realize how much of a number it took on you

She stayed with you for a few days, sleeping on the couch in your room

She became your comfort person, always there to talk to

Eventually she convinced you to leave your room and converse with the rest of the team

You joined them for a breakfast, and you were quiet, but considerate

After breakfast, everyone seemed to become louder and in your face

You felt the beginnings of an Anxiety attack coming on

Sweaty palms, trouble breathing, everything seemed loud and bright

Nat recognized the look in your eyes, but it was too late

Your attack had become full fledged, and Nat ran over to you, pushing through Steve and Bucky who were trying to strike up conversation

She helped you through it after kicking the team out of the common room

She had a conversation with the team soon after, explaining your past, your panic attacks, your fear about the team and your past

They were all accepting, especially those who also struggled with Anxiety

It took a little while, but soon you were adjusted to all of The Avengers, and they to you

You still had panic attacks, but they were easier to get through and less common

Yo always had someone to talk to, and Nat was forever your favorite comfort person

You finally get the therapy you needed, and you were prescribed some pretty epic medication that helped A LOT

You finally felt safe and at home with The Avengers, and although you weren’t a conventional family, you were one of the best

P. S.: thanks fo reading to the end! I think I wanna make this an extended story, but it may take me a little while.

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[shawty-writes-a-little]

Right where you left me

Peter Parker x loki’sdaughter!reader [mcu]

Word count: 2k+

Warnings: None

Summary: This is after Thor: dark world time line where Loki is yk (dead but not dead) and high school aged reader w enemies to lovers w Peter Parker?

An: I had a request for this but I lost it in the messages so well—I’ve decided to make this a series bc why not?

Earth seemed to be a fitting place for y/n since the family she had in Asgard grew smaller with a blink of an eye. Things just fell apart before she could comprehend what was happening. Her father Loki had left her, he had left all of them. It just seemed like a nightmare maybe all she had to do was wake up and it’ll all be gone but it wasn’t. It wasn’t a nightmare and it wasn’t that easy, it was the reality. Her reality. She would’ve still stayed at Asgard for her beloved grandmother. Frigga would’ve made it easier, y/n had been close to her grandmother ever since she was a child because her own mother was never in the picture. She felt like that child again-she wanted to hug her grandmother tightly and cry at the ends of her silk gown and she would tell her it was going to be alright.

Apparently she left her too. Not just her, her uncle as well on whom it hadn’t been easy either. Y/n herself insisted on going to Midgard where he had friends the “avengers”. It would be better for him to be around familiar people and by all means it would be better than Asgard that didn’t seem home anymore.

So here they were in the avengers headquarters around a Midgardian fashioned living room. Everyone greeted her uncle Thor with hugs and a earthy fashion of greetings while she stood there awkwardly. Everyone didn’t seem to be so welcoming to her-not non welcoming just cautious on their part. Given the fact that not too long ago her father was after taking over Midgard. Which y/n never let come between her love for her father. She loved him just as dearly she knew he wasn’t someone who’d want to hurt people. Maybe he found it fitting not to let her know because she was still quite young? Everytime she would visit his cell he would refuse to talk to her about it. Never disdain her or be irritated of her bringing it up, even in a cell his daughter could never do anything to get on his nerves. He would explain calmly, how he wanted her to know about it when she comes of age. Thinking about it now it pained her how he wouldn’t be able to do that now.

“This is my niece y/n” Thor said nudging y/n standing beside him.

“Y/n! It’s-it’s great to have you here.” Someone from the group with a weird moustache spoke to her gesturing a handshake when she was about to bow and greet him.

“Oh-“ Not Asgard! She reminded herself accepting the handshake.

“I’m Tony-Tony stark!” he introduced himself.

“You’re the steel-Iron. Iron man.” Y/n said correcting herself halfway.

“Yeah that would be me.” He completed with a chuckle. As much as Tony disliked Loki he didn’t see y/n the same way. She looked the same age as Peter so almost a kid. “This is Natahsa, she can show you your new room” he said pointing to a red haired lady with sharp expressions and a greeting smile.

“Hello you!” She started with an even wider smile and walked over to y/n “Let me show you to your room you’ll like it here!” She said placing her hands around her shoulders leading her over the stairs. Lady Natasha felt very comforting already.

The house? Headquarters? Dormitory? Y/n found it hard to differentiate but it seemed small. It wasn’t small it was just “smaller” compared to the palace she grew up in. Not that she didn’t like it, she had only been here for some time. The place would grow on her.

Natahsa guided her into her new room opening the door for her. The room was—neat. White bed sheets, glass windows, transparent drawers everything so…midgardian. But it was good, the change was good for her. “I love it!" She said grinning while stepping into the room.

“I knew you would! You can put up posters if you’d like.” Natahsa replied pointing to the wall.

“Posters?”

“Your favourite movies or bands?”

“Uh—“

“Right sorry? It’s different in Asgard—“

“It’s alright-I like it eitherways Thank you lady—no miss-“ y/n struggled to find the right title.

“There is no need for the formality you can call me natasha or nat!” Natasha replied with a smile proceeding to walk out “If you need anything my room’s right down the hall.” was the last thing she said before leaving and y/n wondered if calling a two by two walkway space a hall is extremely midgardian or was it just fun to look down to midgardian settings. Why am I thinking like father?

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A week went by and earth wasn’t that bad, a change either ways was good as y/n wanted it to be, maybe that was just the calm before the storm. She met everyone, some were hesitant at first-obviously the whole “Loki’s daughter” outward show was hard for some to be comfortable with given Loki was well—Loki. But nobody was particularly harsh to her or about her late father in any way.

Tony walked into the kitchen to find y/n already there. It was a new routine now, she seemed to be somewhat of an early riser.

“Good morning y/n!” Tony said suppressing a yawn.

“Morning to you too!” She said digging into her morning cereal.

“You’re supposed to pour milk into those” tony told her surprised she was halfway through plain sugary cereals-the coloured ones that to be.

“Oh I’m aware! It’s sweeter this way. We didnt have these in Asgard and grandmother didn’t allow me a lot of sugar.”

“Obviously because they’re literally nothing but coloured sugar. Try the oats ones” Tony advised taking the box away from her before she could have ton of excessive sugar for breakfast.

“You should eat something solid” he responded to her immediate frown and tossed an apple her way. “Don’t you want to be like your uncle Thor?” He joked.

“Yes I am attempting on that with these coloured stars.” Y/n replied putting the Apple back at counter top.

Tony sighed putting the apple closer by her bowl “Also-I calculated your age to the earth with the whole earth and Asgard principal axis thing and you’re just as old as Peter so I was—”

“Peter?” She questioned mid sentence.

“Peter-You know the kid you met-“

“Oh peter parker, right yes I recall him.”

“Yes him. So I was thinking maybe you should start going to school it’s awful lot earth teenager of an experience.” Tony explained to her. He had in fact already enrolled her into the same school as Peter, he knew y/n wouldn’t refuse and either ways it wouldn’t be hard to convince her. She was too polite to refuse after a few bargains, quite opposite to her dad that way.

“A school? Here?” She asked confused.

“Yeah here-it’s not that bad they’d love you here” Tony said reassuringly.

Y/n considered if going to school here could be that bad? She thought she might turn into a bore if all she did was stay here the entire day and it would be rude to say no when Tony’s been entitled to have her go there.

“Alright-I don’t see why not?” She said with a smile.

“Great. Done then. You start tomorrow I’ve already filled up your enrolment details with the school.” Tony said walking out of the kitchen.

“Wait, tomorrow? I am not prepared enough!” She followed him out of the kitchen.

“I did get you the books and all the school supplies you’ll need plus Peter goes to the same school. You’re gonna be just fine!” Tony told her with the most enthusiastic tone in attempt to sound school interesting.

“How did you predict I’d say yes ?” She asked him with a confused shrug.

“I ‘predicted’ that because you’re too polite to say no-a softie like your uncle. Lady y/n—now if you’ll excuse me” he said in a with a fake bow walking out of the door. “We ride at dawn!” Y/n laughed at his dramatic exit and making a mental note about uncle Thor’s earthly nickname.

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With the very next dawn y/n was almost up right before the sun up. It had been a long time she had the feeling of being excited about something. She thought about midgardian school setting the entire night-their fashion, the studies, the new friends she might make and it seemed similar to her studies at Asgard.

“Good morning Nat!” Y/n greeted in a cheerful tone.

“Someone’s in a good mood.” She remarked smiling at y/n sitting all ready on the couch with her school bag.

“Yes indeed! Did I tell you, I’m going to a school today!” She told Natahsa turning towards the rest of them from the couch.

“Yes you did little dove. Almost fifty times yesterday” Her uncle joked giving tugging her under his bicep to give her a side hug “I’m sure you’re going to like it there!” He ran a rough hand through her hair messing it up. Y/n groaned getting out of his grip “Uncle Thor! I’ve told you not to go that it ruins my hair!” She said trying to fix it again.

“You should stop hanging out with stark” Thor joked as everyone joined his laughter.

“I heard that!” Tony shouted from another room.

—

Peter and y/n drove to the school with happy instead of the bus like Peter did usually. Tony insisted on it as the whole high school dynamic was still very new to y/n. It would be easier for the first day and with Peter she could get an insight.

The whole drive was silent just happy giving random first day tips to y/n other than him Peter was very distant. He had a different toll towards y/n. She didn’t seem mean or arrogant like he had assumed of her-taking after her father. But he rather found her nicer than he ought to and that troubled him. He didn’t want to grow close to her if not required because in one sense her father did try and kill Mr. stark let alone take over New York. She didn’t seem like she’d want to do that but you can never trust someone blindly, especially when she even grew up with her father.

Happy drove off, dropping them off at school front yard as y/n just glanced around the premises, “This is the school?”

“Mhm” Peter nodded.

“It seems…small.” She pointed out in an complementing form to the school-unsure she used the right adjective. Obviously it was small compared to where she grew up but she didn’t mean to undermine it. Peter thought.

Peter rolled his eyes taking it that y/n was once again rubbing it in that ‘midgardian’ buildings were nothing compared to asgardian ones. “Your shoes” he said pointing down at them.

“What?” She asked confused.

“Your laces. You haven’t tied them.”

“-Oh I’ve to tie them together?” She bend down proceeding to tie either of them with the other one in the wrong direction.

“That’s not how—wait-“ Peter sighed bending to help tie them for her. Of course the Asgardians wouldn’t know to tie their shoes. He suppressed a scoff.

“That’s very nice of you-thank you?” She spoke with courtesies accordingly.

Peter started walking ahead with fast pace, y/n reciprocating his to keep up with him when he turned to her side and spoke “Alright can you walk exactly with five meters distance from me?”

“Umm? W-why I don’t have a pro-“ she was interrupted by him mid sentence.

“It’s just an earth way you probably wouldn’t have known.” He told her, he knew it wasn’t how people walked here but y/n didn’t. Peter just didn’t want to be seen walking in with y/n, especially with his reputation he couldn’t risk be seen as someone friends with Loki’s daughter.

“Oh? Fine with me then!”

“And-when we get inside you can ask for your classes at the front desk and they’ll also give you a locker you can put your stuff there.” Peter explained to her so he wouldn’t have to show her around when they go inside.

“Alright but-“

“Five meters!” He reminded her walking off ahead before she could ask anything.

Y/n did find it odd but it’s Midgard.

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Chapter 2

An 2.0: HELLO please let me know what you think about this and if you want to be added to the tag list for the next chapters :)))

+Drink water baes <3

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[lazydoodlesandfanfic]

Helping (Avengers X Teen!Reader) *WARNING, EATING DISORDER MENTIONED

Characters: Avengers X Teen!Reader, Tony X Daughter!Reader, Natasha X Teen!Reader

Universe: Marvel, Avengers

Warnings: Bulimia, throwing up, bullying, self conscious reader.

ANGST FLUFF

Request: I was wondering if you would write one where the reader is Tony's daughter (although all of them are protective of her) and she has bulimia and she gets caught purging by one of the team members.

Your dad loved you. You were his daughter after all. All the avengers loved you dearly in their own little way. Mostly because you weren’t as arrogant or stuck up like your dad. You loved them back just as much.

But if there one thing you hated, was your school and the media. You got picked on a lot at school, and the media didn’t listen to Tony when he told them to leave you out the light.

They pointed out things they saw is ‘disgusting’. How your thighs touched, how your collarbones weren’t completely evident, and how you had a belly. You tried to dismiss their hurtful words, but when you hear something for so long you start to believe it.

You couldn’t stop eating. Your dad and the Avengers had dinner together a lot, as well as breakfast, and snacks. This led you to your decision to start purging.

You’d run the water when doing so, and lock the door. When your dad asked why you did this, you said you locked the door so no one would walk in accidentally, and you ran the water so you could have privacy. No one batted an eyelid.

They only noticed when you changed physically, emotionally and mentally. You were a lot more reserved. You wore baggier clothing and didn’t like going out, in fear the press would poke fun at you some more. Your grades slipped since you spent dinner eating and then in next period you were late from purging, and you were losing focus a lot and you’d sleep in class from exhaustion. They saw how your clothes seemed to hang delicately from your frame, having to pull up your sleeves and trousers as they slipped down.

Your thighs no longer touches, your ribs and collarbones made you look like a corpse, your skin sickly, your hair was weak and fell out easily, with your stomach going inwards. You knew you could stop now… but you couldn’t.

You had just had dinner and excused yourself to go to the bathroom. You locked the door and ran the water. You didn’t want to do it. But then you looked in the mirror. The lack of eating made you bloated and you mistook it in your mind as fat. Fat you needed to get rid of. You knelt down in front of the toilet, and shoved your fingers down your throat.

Natasha had walked past the bathroom and heard you coughing. You stopped and came back to the door, knocking. “Y/N? Honey?” She called. She had a gut feeling something was wrong. You froze at her voice. “Are you ok?” She asked.

“Y-Yeah.” You shakily answered, rushing to tidy yourself, but your stomach disagreed and you had to throw yourself back at the toilet. Hearing you, she decided you weren’t, and pick locked the door open quickly, and opened it, only to see you hunched over the toilet, shaking. She fell to her knees and rubbed your back and held your hair back. She noticed how frail your hair was and how she could feel your spine and ribcage like the black keys on a piano. She breathed in when she realised what had been going on.

“Y-Y/N, are you… are you purging?” She asked. She heard you start sobbing.

“I want to stop… I want to stop but I can’t…” You admitted, crying. She grabbed some tissues and wiped your face, before pulling you away from the bowl and into her lap, cuddling you like a baby as you cried.

“What’s caused all this, hun?” She asked you softly. You blurted about how you were getting picked on at school, and the media won’t leave you alone.

“What if dad hates me?” You asked. She shook her head.

“Your dad loves you to death. We all love you, Y/N. He won’t hate you. He can’t. Now I want you to promise me something.” She told you. You nodded along to her. “I need you to promise me that you’ll tell your dad about this. About what’s been going on. I’ll be right there, I promise.” She reassured you. “When you do that, then we can tackle this together as a family. We can deal with the bullying, and the media together. You’re not alone, alright?” She reassured and you nodded.

Question is, how is your dad going to take the news?

Thank you for reading! If you have any questions or requests, please send them in!

*Not my gif

TAGS: @ ravenclaw-geek24

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[pussy-puncher]

Mr. Fluffington the Runaway Bunny Rabbit

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x reader

Word Count: 669

Warnings: Just some sweet domestic Natasha.

A/N: More domestic Nat because I live for that shit! Request are open!

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кролик кролик mean 'bunny rabbit' in Russian.

Мистер пуффингтон means 'Mr. Fuluffington in Russian.

моя любовь means 'my love' in Russian.

Natasha smiles, lifting your crying child up and into her arms, "Shh! Shh! It's okay, кролик кролик¹. Please don't cry, baby." She holds Kira, your two-year-old, close to her chest as your daughter screams and sobs.

Tears well up in Natasha's green eyes. She always did this. When Kira cried, she cried. She did it when Violent, your 13-year-old, was a baby too. Natasha never cried, but when you adopted Violet 10 years ago all she did was cry when Violet got somewhat upset.

Violet enters the living room hearing her mother and little sister crying. "Mama, Mom said she'll be home from the grocery store soon. Don't cry. You know Mom hates it when you cry." She rushes over to hug Natasha.

"I know, I know. I just don't like it when you or your sister cry, darling." She sniffles and wipes her eyes, Kira still screaming in her arms.

Natasha sighs, trying to calm her own nerves then Kira, "Dear, can you go get Kira's stuffed bunny rabbit Мистер пуффингтон²."

Violet nods and runs up to Kira's nursery to retrieve the bunny. But comes back empty handed, "I couldn't find him, Mama. Sorry."

Natasha's head shoots up, "What? What do you mean you couldn't find it, Violet? It's got to be in there. Please look again, dear." Natasha says slightly panicked. She just wants you to get home soon.

Violet sighs at her mother but does as she is asked.

After an hour of searching and once again coming up with nothing, Violet is growing tired and restless while Natasha is becoming frantic and worried.

In the living room, Natahsa holds Kira on her hip, bouncing her slightly trying to soothe her screaming child. "I know, baby, I know. Mama's looking."

Violet is looking in the kitchen when you open the side door to the kitchen with bags of food. She sees you and runs over to you to help you.

"Thank you, sweetheart." You say with a soft smile as she takes most of the bags from you and sits them on the island. "Start putting groceries away, will you? I'm going to check in your Mama and Kira."

She nods, "Oh and, mom. They can't find Kira's bunny. Мистер пуффингтон²."

"Oh. That's because he was in the car. She left him out there the other day." You say with a laugh, you go out to the car and retrieve the stuffed bunny.

You walk back into the house with the stuffed toy, you walk into the living room frowning when you see Kira sobbing and screaming you quickly rush over to her and take her from Natasha.

She sighs happy to see you. "I am so glad you're here, моя любовь³. She's been crying non-stop and I can't find her stuffed bunny Mr. Fluffington."

You hold the bunny up with one hand, holding Kira with your other arm keeping her close to your side. You hand her the stuffed toy and she immediately calms, her cries of displeasure stopping and she laughs as she takes the bunny rabbit from you.

"See, babe. She's fine now that she has her Mr. Fluffington," you smile happily, "Now go put away groceries, babe. I've got her."

She smiles, pecks your lips then kisses Kira's head, "I love you, Y/N. Thank you." She walks into the kitchen to help Violet put the groceries away.

You follow and watch them, holding Kira on your hip. Watching your family. This is everything you've ever wanted with Natasha. All the years of fighting and working during your Avenger days had paid off. You both got to retire and start the family you both wanted for so long.

Now that you have this family, you will cherish moments like these forever and never forget them. You also hope to grow your family and have more kids with Natasha. As many as she'll let you, that is.

You're going to be keeping track of a lot more Mr. Fluffingtons in the future.

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[natsglorifiedsimp]

Could you write something for mom!wandanat x daughter!reader or just mom!nat x daughter!reader (which ever you prefer) where R is in a situation where she doesn’t feel safe, but she’s also scared to say anything because other people are around. So she calls her mom and uses a code word/phrase they chose that basically means “I need help, but can’t say I need help out loud.”

Idk if that makes any sense 🤦🏻‍♀️ So basically they’re like halfway through a normal conversation when R says/asks something like “do we have any (insert random food/object here) at the compound?” and Nat says “I’m on my way” and immediately drops what she’s doing to go get her.

It doesn’t have to be exactly like that, please take the idea and make it your own!!! I love your writing! When I had this idea, I thought you’d write it well so I wanted to share! No pressure if you’re busy atm or just don’t like the idea! I totally get it ☺️ much love ❤️ hope you’re doing well!

Hi, thank you for the idea loves, and thank you for liking the shitty things I wrote it's not that well written like my favorite writers but I'm really glad you like them. Hope you're doing well too <3

Party Shenanigans

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Parties should be fun and outgoing to some people but to you, it's really not your thing. But here you were getting ditched by your best friend at the last minute of your plan to go together.

The original plan was to meet up at the house of someone– you don't even remember their name, only the fact that your best friend was begging you to come with her to– quote "socialize more".

But instead of coming home because your best friend canceled you decided it's best to just come in cause you were already there and what's the worst that could happen right?

When you entered the scent of alcohol, puke, and sex filled your nose. The loud music blaring around the house and people jumping around made the floor quake. You already hated that.

Their eyes landed on yours when you entered the house causing you to cower at their attention.

"Look who we have here" Someone named Jack– you remembered– slung his arm on your shoulders and grinned at you.

You awkwardly smiled back and he led you to the silent part of the room where the most famous group in your school was in.

"Oohhh Black Widow's daughter" a girl mused eyeing you up and down. The rest of them looked at you with interest in their eyes and the most that stood out was Georgia— the famous influencer slash cheerleader of the school.

"Come sit with us" she chimed. You internally rolled your eyes at her fake tone and outgoing personality.

You obliged and sat in the space she left for you.

"So what's it like to be the Black Widows' daughter?" she started.

This is why you barely have friends.

"uhm-"

"Is it true that your mom killed a ton of bad people?"

"Dude" someone interjected

"What?"

"Do you have cool gadgets too?"

"No-"

"Did your mom punch you in the face out of anger?"

"We should try calling your mom"

"Yeah that's a great idea"

All question was pampered to you and you didn't have time to answer any of the flowing questions.

Your leg was already bouncing, you started picking the skin around your nails. You wanted to go home.

"Y/n, call your mom" Georgia demanded.

"Uhm yeah sure" you shakily took out your phone and pressed your moms contact.

Not even a milisecond your mom answered the phone. They took your phone and put it on speaker.

"Hi honey, everything okay?" Natasha said. You could hear she was skimming through the writing of her mission reports.

"HII MRS. ROMANOFF!!" Jake boomed. Natasha on the other end winced at how loud their voice was.

Before your mom could reply everyone started pampering her with questions they asked you earlier.

You really wanna get out of here. You wanted to go home but really you didn't want to leave to be a bad impression.

"Mama do we have any orange slices at the compound?" you suddenly shouted and all of them looked at you with furrowed eyebrows.

They looked back at the phone to see that Natasha already ended the call. All of the slumped back to the chair in disappointment and were met with silence.

Natasha on the other side started scrambling for her keys and running her way out of the compound to quickly get to you.

'''

You flinched when suddenly the door slammed open seeing a red-headed woman who was panting at how fast she needed to get to you.

All of their mouths were ajar seeing the Black Widow in real-life form and you sighed in relief that you finally get to go home.

The room erupted with a ton of squeals and questions about an autograph from your mom but with one glare all of them stayed silent.

"You wanna go home?" She asked softly.

"Yes, please."

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I’ll Fly Away {5}

Summary: You had a rough childhood and are closed off from people in fear of being hurt again. James Barnes is the complete opposite from you, he grew up well and healthy. James Barnes knew how to get what he wants but when he faces the challenge of knowing you will he succeed?

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

A/N: I’ve hit a huge block with this story and I’m trying to work out decent parts out of it and I decided to just give it time and everything will comet me. Please be patient with me, I will finish this mother fucker.

part four, masterlist

James was slowing going insane, it’s like he couldn’t think of anything else. You haven’t been in for days. We’re you okay? Had something happened? Did he do anything? He felt as if they left on a happier note on Friday, she was finally starting opening up to him

It’s been five days.

Not a single word or text from you. James was starting to worry that something had happened to you. When lunch rolled around and you didn’t show up again he called Natasha into his office. He paced in anticipation for her arrival, what if he answer the question wrong? What if thats not what you wanted to hear? What if you never come back

“Mr. Barnes? What can I do for you” Natahsa came in and James motioned for her to sit

“Have you heard from Y/N recently?” This changed Natasha who demeanor 

“Why do you care?” She crossed her arms

“She hasn’t called or texted me in five days, I just want to know if she’s okay” Natasha looked him up and down, His tie was messed up like he was fidgeting with is and his hands and his always perfect hair was slightly disheveled. Maybe he did care? Maybe he had good intentions?

“Her mom is sick, she’s home for a little bit” Natasha stood “She’ll be back in the city next week” She walked out off the office leaving James to brew in his own thoughts. He leaned back and took a deep breath, she’s okay.

Mom? James leaned forward while resting his face in his hands. Didn’t you say your mom died when she was born? And you were never adopted so you’re either lying to your best friend or you lied to him. You always seemed so honest with him, but you know Natasha, she has to know everything. James sighed and rubbed his face, you were one puzzle he couldn’t figure out.

~

James sat in Sarah’s diner, drowning his sorrows in a greasy cheeseburger and a milkshake. None of what Natasha told him made sense, you’re mom is dead. Maybe it’s a foster parent or maybe you got adopted late in life. He ran his fingers through his hair, while thinking about your hair tied in the tight bun you kept it in. He could see your glasses falling low on your nose as you read your book

“What’s up with you?” Steve asked interrupting James’s thoughts without looking up from his sketch book

“Nothing” James waved him

“Seriously Bucky, I don’t know whats going on with you. You never get like this over work”

“It’s this girl” James started

“Here we go” Steve chuckled

“It’s not like that, she’s just..” James trailed off

“Oh, you really like her” Steve raised his brows

“I think so” James looked down at his cheeseburger

~

“Oh Y/N are we really going to church?” Annie looked up at you from the wheel chair

“Of course it’s Sunday” You smiled

“You never believed, even as a child” She smiled “You used to sneak books in and read” You never believed because if God really loved you he wouldn’t have made you suffer the way you did. Whatever God’s will is, it’s bullshit.

You pushed her in the the pew where she could fit the chair and pulled out a book. You haven’t been reading as much lately, since you started spending all your lunches with James. As much as you don’t want to admit it, you miss him. You thought about calling him, but he was probably too busy to talk

You pushed Annie out of the church when the service was over and she wanted to talk to some people so you pushed her around. Today was a good day and you want to savor that, let her be Annie for a few more minutes before you have to pump her full of drugs.

“Winny you’ve met Y/N right?” Annie motioned to you

“I don’t think so” Winny reached for you hand to shake and you quickly placed it in hers and pulled it back

“Nice to meet you” You gave her a smile and she returned it

“Have you met my daughters Rachel and Rebecca?” You nodded

“A couple weeks ago in church”

“Well next weekend were having a barbecue and if Annie’s having a good day we’d like for you two to join us” You nodded, good days were rare for Annie. You pushed her home and got her in her chair and turned on her favorite program and retired to the couch with a good book.

Your minded drifted to James and how hard he’s pushed to know you. Pushed your boundaries no matter how hard you snapped at him, maybe he truly wants to know you and maybe even be with you.

But is that what you want again?

To be burdened with not only your problems but with his as well? Having to make excuses for the way that you are and how you act. Because deep down you’re afraid to get hurt again, even through you won’t admit it. The pain is what scares you the most.

It scares you to know someone could ever hold that much power over you again. James has a reputation, but why would he go through all this trouble just to sleep with you? Your mind ran in circles for hours, so long that Annie’s eyelids were dropping and you helped her to bed

When you climbed in yours, your mind was still full of James. If he wanted to know you, be with you. You’d be okay with it. From what you seen, he’s kind and smart with a tiny amount of arrogance. It’s scares you that you’d be willing to let him in.

To let him know you.

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[natsglorifiedsimp]

Mama, I love you

I don't know what this is but it is what it is

Running around the compound with little legs is a good workout for a 4-year-old child but also it makes you a breathless mess. Chest heaving up and down, really loud breathing, squeals and giggles booming through the hallway thinking you were being chased by somebody but truly it was just you tiring your self.

You zoomed past Steve and Sam who were having a very important conversation looking at their concentrated faces.

"Hi Uncle Sam and Uncle Steve" you greeted them beaming them with a quick smile. Before they could greet you back you already passed another hallway hearing a 'bye' echoing through the room.

This time it was Kate, Wanda, and Yelena. All laughing at what the other was saying.

"Hi, Auntie Kate, Auntie Wanda, and Auntie Lena" you beamed breathlessly and zoomed past them again, giving little giggles at their confused reactions.

You ran to your mom's office and knocked vigorously.

"Mama! Mama! Mama!" You called out as if it would make the door open faster. You were jumping up and down anticipating your favorite redhead and when she opened the door..

"Hi, baby what do you—"

You cut her off by hugging her legs, by your height you couldn't go much higher. You let go and looked at her giddily.

You inhaled and exhaled like you were having asthma which made your mom concerned but seeing your beaming face Natasha never felt better.

You took a last deep breath and said "I LOVE YOU, MAMA" you boomed, making the redhead flinch with an amused smile.

"I love—"

"Okay bye!" You zoomed to another hallway again. Leaving your mom confused.

————

It was playtime again and this time you had a company while running and it made you more breathless because Steve was always an inch away from you and you couldn't help but squeal when he came close.

Steve was okay at first because it was just like his morning jog but you were a ball of energy. Steve couldn't help but be drained at how fast you could go even tho his legs were much bigger than yours.

When you stopped in front of Nat's office could only when Steve can take a minute off to take a deep breath.

"Mama! Mama! Mama!" You called out again, knocking at her door vigorously. You looked at Steve and smiled at him and turned back at the door.

"Yes, baby?" Natasha asked you, smiling at your sweaty state.

You hugged her legs again this time tighter and pulled back and puckered your lips out for a kiss.

Natasha kneeled down at your height and give you a smooch. You giggled adorably and looked at Steve again and back at your mom.

"I LOVEEE YOUUU" you boomed prolonging the love and yous. You laughed at Steve's scrunched face because of how loud you were.

"I love y—" before she could reply again you zoomed again to another hallway. Natasha looked at Steve both of them looking utterly confused.

Steve shrugged her shoulders and went after you. Natasha was left again confused.

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Unfortunately, your playtime with Steve took long more than you anticipated. Steve was very competitive and he would not want to lose to a child.

So your energy ball was drained out but you still managed to keep yourself playing even tho you were yawning every other minute.

Steve was also tired so he only watched you playing around by sitting on the sofa.

"Hey y/n/n, why are you still up? Hmm?" Your mom's voice entered the living room and you ran to hug her legs again.

You put your arms up signaling for her to pick you up and she did.

You snuggled in the crook of her neck and sighed contently at her smell.

"Steve, thank you for watching her," Nat murmured because the old man was already half-asleep. Steve waved her off and she took it as a sign to leave.

You pulled back from the crook of her neck and looked at her with half-opened eyes.

"Hi" she cooed. You yawned in front of her and snuggled back into her neck.

Natasha placed you on your bed and tucked you in. She made sure your blanket covered your chest down and kissed your forehead.

"Mama, I love you" you murmured, this time quieter not like your booming voice earlier.

"I love you too, y/n"

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[natsglorifiedsimp]

Nat x daughter reader fic idea :)

Inspired by the song “Safe Inside” by James Arthur. Moms worry, especially when their daughter goes on her first solo mission.

You got everything?

A/n: I genuinely had a hard time writing this but I had fun thank you anon <3

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Will you call me to tell me you're alright?

'Cause I worry about you the whole night

“Call me after the mission okay?” your mom said warily. You were packing some of the weapons you need for the mission and your Mother was in your room pacing.

"Yes, mama," you said a hundred times already. She's been at it since the day Steve announced that you will have your first solo mission.

Your mother was proud but at the same time, she was worried. She lived her life fighting and training to be the best assassin and her life wasn't what she wants to happen to yours.

Don't repeat my mistakes

I won't sleep 'til your safe inside

Natasha needed to remind herself that you weren't going on a mission for the bad guys but for the good guys. She needed to remind herself that this is what you love and you were never forced just like what happened to her.

"Promise to come back in one piece" she firmly said. You gave her a playful pointed look and rolled your eyes with a smirk.

"I've been promising you that since yesterday," you said, grinning at the redhead.

"Just promise" she blurted out warily.

You held one of your arms up. "I solemnly swear to come back in one piece," you said sternly as if it was Fury who was in front of you.

If you're home I just hope that you're sober

Is it time to let go now you're older

Back then Natasha's worries were just you coming back home sober or not too drunk because of Tony's parties. That was all it is.

She always lets you go out with friends but always reminds you to don't forget to call when you are almost home or tell her to know where you are at the moment if she called.

But now you were responsible and independent enough to go on a mission. You were growing older and Natasha knows that she slowly needed to let go.

Don't leave me this way

I won't sleep 'til you're safe inside

"Okay I need to go now," you said looking at your mom. She looked at you with the most nervous eyes. She didn't even care if the teams see her.

"Promise to be safe?"

You rolled your eyes. "Yes mama I'll be safe" you assured her.

"Come back home okay?"

You know what this was. Being Natasha's daughter means she can't sleep without knowing if you're safe. This was your mom who is assuring herself more than you.

"I will always come back home, ma" you soothed. "I'm gonna be safe and I'll come back home in one piece." You kissed your mom on the cheek and smiled.

"See you later, ma"

Everyone has to find their own way

And I'm sure things will work out okay

Natasha watched the comms for your movements in the Hydra building that you're gonna raid. She wasn't supposed to but mom instincts said otherwise.

She watched you through the comms and critic all the moves you made. If you made a sound or if you were being stealthy enough.

"Nat" Clint called out from behind her. "You gotta let her learn"

Natasha nodded in response but still watched you. Clint was right you have to learn from your mistakes and all she needed to do was guide and trust you that it was all gonna be okay.

I wish that was the truth

Oh, and always the sun will rise

Natasha slept trying to convince herself not to worry about you but oh boy was she so worried.

Because of how worried she was it invaded her nightmares. Her eyes snapped open seeing the sun blinding her eyes. She winced and closed her eyes but opened them back again remembering you were coming home.

Thank your lucky stars that you're alive

It's a beautiful life

When she saw you coming down of the quinjet she sighed in relief seeing you were in fact in one piece.

She stayed in her spot and waited for you to come to her. When you come close she could see the tiredness in your eyes despite the smile that reflected on your face.

"I'm in one piece," you said full of sarcasm. Natasha chuckled at your antics and kissed your temple.

"Thank you for coming back home"

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[kai-writes-fan-fiction]

Little Scratches

Sorry I’ve been off the map for a min lol, I’ve had school. But without further adieu, I present this request and the fic to go along with it:

Pairings: Fem!reader x Natasha x Wanda x Carol

Warnings: Mentions of rape, mentions of assault, mentions of physical injury

Word count: 2134

You shuddered in an alleyway, trying to process what had just happened. You couldn’t wrap your head around the evil of the world, the corruption of alphas. You were an Omega, which had become a rarity, which leads alphas, deltas, and even betas alike to take advantage of you.

You had been raped, assaulted, and kidnapped throughout the years; this night was no different.

You cried in a corner next to trash bags and rats. To alphas, you were no more than street trash; you were to be used and then thrown out.

You were tired, and you thought you were hearing things when you heard soft footsteps approach you. You looked up carefully, and three alpha women were staring at you kindly. Great. More alphas, just what you needed.

A long-haired read-head with ivory skin scented the air and then spoke, “Little omega, what're you doing out here all alone? I can smell your distress. Are you ok?”

Her voice was soft, calming, and not aggressive. You whispered, “I-I’m ok.”

“No, you're not. Come with us; it's ok. We're not going to hurt you. What's your name, hon?” The blonde in the middle asked you? It wasn't aggressive; you could tell she just wanted to protect you; her alpha senses had kicked in after your distressed scent soured the air.

“I-I-I’m (Y/N).” You spluttered.

“Hi (Y/N). I’m carol, and this is Natasha and Wanda.” Carol motioned to the two women standing next to her. “We aren’t going to hurt you; just come with us. We’re going to get you cleaned up, little love.” She whispered kindly, putting her hand out for you to take.

You warily put your hand in hers, tears of abuse from alphas taught you to be careful and untrusting, but it seemed the three women in front of you had no ill intentions.

“Welcome to our pack, dear.” Natasha quipped with a smile.

You smiled softly; these women felt warm, felt like home.

They lead you to a car. You were wary, as this is how many kidnappings had started. Wanda must’ve sensed your unease as she reached out and touched your other hand, the one that wasn’t in Carols, softly.

“I know what you’ve been through, but it’s ok. We’re just going to take you back to the compound. We’re going to take care of you, bubs.”

Her words were soothing, and, although you were still wary, you allowed yourself into the car, and you were sandwiched in between the three alpha women.

“Happy, could you take us to the compound? We found an Omega.” Natasha asked the driver.

The compound? That’s what they called their home? Weird, you thought. Although the women seemed harmless primarily, something was fishy.

Wanda, who was on your right, must’ve felt how you were feeling again; it seemed she could almost read your mind and instinctively put her hand on your thigh. It wasn’t a sexual advance, rather a wordless “you’re ok.”

“We’re going to take you back to the compound and clean you up. You can stay with us if you’d like.”

You turned to Natasha and nodded.

“We’ll have Bruce do a work-up, too. See if you have any hormone imbalances. We want to make sure you’re healthy and clean.” Natasha brushed your hair softly behind your ear.

When she did, she noticed you had a black eye, as well as bruises and scratches on your face and neck. You quickly squirmed to cover them back up, but she just pulled your hair back again, trailing the pads of her fingers down your cuts.

“Oh, honey. It’s ok. We’ll never do anything like this to you. You’re safe now, and it’s going to be ok. We‘ll protect you. We need an omega in our pack, anyways. The rest of the Avengers have been trying to find one, but Omegas, especially ones with scents as unique as yours, are a rarity today.” She cupped the side of your face; her scent was sweet and cinnamon-y. You let your head fall into her hand, showing her that you trusted her.

Avengers? You hadn’t been keeping up with ty news, as you were often in hiding. But, you recognized the name?

“Avengers?” You asked, voice hoarse from all of the screaming you had done earlier. When a pack of six alpha prime, males, abducted you from the street, you tried your shriek that was supposed to paralyze alphas for a short period.

“We’re the Avengers… Do you not know who we are?” Natasha Inquired.

“I’m afraid that I don’t; I don’t watch the news often. The name sounds… vaguely familiar.” You said, eyes glossy as you tried to reach the depths of your brain that might contain information about “The Avengers.”

The three women saw the gears turn in your head, and then your eyes suddenly lit up.

“I know who you are!” You exclaimed, wide-eyed. “I’ve heard of you!” You were in the presence of heroes, the hero’s that defeated that ugly purple ballsack two years ago.

You were having issues keeping your amazement inside. These women were some of the most badass women ever, and they had chosen you to join their pack.

“We’re going to be about an hour's drive.” Happy, the driver, called from the front.

An hour? You weren’t going to stay awake that long, you thought. Wanda must’ve “read your thoughts” because she said, “It’s ok, we know you’re tired. You can sleep now.”

You allowed your head to fall onto Carol's shoulder, and she seemed honored that you had chosen her and happy that you trusted them.

You slowly allowed yourself to drift off, smelling the sweet cinnamon air before finally falling asleep.

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It must’ve been an hour after you’d fallen asleep, as you were awoken by delicate jostling.

“Hey ‘mega.” Sang a sweet voice.

You opened your eyes and were greeted by a smiling face, Carol's smiling face. You groggily smiled back, standing up slowly.

“Are we here?” You asked, taking in the giant grey building in front of you with endless windows.

“We’re here, bubs! Welcome to the Avengers compound.” Wanda said, smiling kindly.

You looked around at the landscape and saw a vast wood with rolling hills that seemed to go on forever.

“Where are we?” You asked no one in particular.

“We’re upstate. You’re still in New York State.” Natasha motioned to the compound, saying, “Should we go in? Bruce is waiting for us.”

“Yeah, ok. Lemme sit down for a sec; I’m still pretty tired.” You murmured, collapsing into the car seat once more.

“You ok? Lemme carry you in little love.” Carol gleamed, happy she could help and protect her little Omega.

She picked you up quickly and bridal style. You rest your head against her chest as she carried to what you assumed was the med-bay.

“Bruce said he’s going to be here soon. He’s just going to make sure you’re ok, and we’re going to find out who did this to you.” Carol mumbled, setting you down on a soft bed.

You gripped onto her, not letting her go even after you had been set secure on the bed. You were trying to send a message, and she received it. She pulled up a chair and sat next to your bed. Natasha and Wanda chuckled and moved to exit.

“No! Please, stay here.” You begged them.

You knew they couldn’t say no to their little omega, and they seemed to feel just as privileged as before, privileged that they got to call you their omega.

A few minutes later, a beta male walked into the room where you were sitting. He scented the air and grinned at Natasha, Carol, and Wanda and said, “You’ve finally brought home an Omega! What’s the damage the city Alphas did to her?”

He walked over to your bedside, examining your cuts and bruises.

“We’re not sure of the full extent, but she looks pretty banged up.” Natasha grimaced.

She was correct; you looked grim. Your entire body was covered in bruises, welts, cuts, and scrapes painted your skin.

You winced when Bruce lightly touched a deeper cut.

“Some of these are infected, sweetie. How long have you had them?” He asked you.

You looked to Natasha, and she nodded. “I-I’m not really sure. I’ve been kidnapped and assaulted so many times; I just don’t keep track anymore.” You whispered, looking down at your fidgeting hands.

You began to sob silently. You stayed still, but tears dripped from your eyes down into your lap.

Everyone in the room smelled your distress radiate from your body and went into action. Carol wrapped her hands around your own; Wanda began to purr deeply, which relaxed your body. You fell limp into Nat's arms, and she laid you softly on the bed.

“I’m going to do a full-body exam, make sure there aren’t any other infected wounds, ok?” Bruce looked up to you, still lying limp on the soft pillows.

You nodded, and he lifted your turtle neck blouse. With the help of Wanda, the blouse was off of your body, as well as your pants, but your undergarments still remained. They wanted to make you feel as safe and comfortable as possible, and stripping you down was not the way to go.

Your entire torso was covered with bruises, and a few cuts, all of which were infected. Scrapes and welts plagued your legs, a few scratches on your legs were also infected.

“Sweetie, it’s going to be ok,” Bruce whispered before turning and grabbing a tub of cream from a cabinet. “This will ease the pain and slow the infection. I’ll clean them out later, and we’ll finish the last of your check-up after you rest. You’re exhausted, and that hinders your body’s healing process. Sleep will also aid in regulating your Omega hormones.

He was right; you were exhausted. You allowed yourself to melt into the mattress, and Wanda pulled up the blanket, so it was snug to your chin.

“Do you want us to stay in here or give you privacy, bubs?” Wanda inquired.

“Please, stay.” You whispered; you couldn’t go any louder.

“Ok, we’ll stay. Get some sleep, little omega.” Carol stroked your forehead with the pads of her fingers, scared she’d aggravate one of your cuts.

You felt safe and warm; these alphas were taking care of you so well. You finally submitted to sleep, a, for the first time in a very long time, it was restful.

“Thank you.” You breathed out, doubtful anyone had heard you, but your alphas had, and their hearts melted.

They made you feel this way. They already loved you and were so excited for you to meet the team, in your own time, of course.

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