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the-wize-1 · 10 months

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Thawing the Widow: Chapter 3 - The Interrogation

Chapter Summary: Cat is interrogated, which is mildly annoying. And the redheaded lady won't stop pointing a gun at her. Rude. Do they think she's a terrorist or something?

Chapter Warnings: Hints of child abuse flashbacks, guns, swearing.

Notes: Thank you for such a positive response on the last chapter! Please keep reviewing/liking/reblogging if you enjoy! Next chapter is posted Thursday 5PM PST! Happy reading!

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December - Safehouse

The first thing Cat noticed was that she was tied to a chair. It was a really uncomfortable wooden chair, which didn’t make sense because all of the furniture in the room had been cushy and well-made. Did they reserve this chair just for tying people in? What made it more uncomfortable was that her hands were bound behind her back and her legs were each tied to a leg of the wooden chair. Another rope wrapped around her torso, binding her to it completely. She felt helpless, like a trapped fly stuck in a web.

And yet, the most noticeable part of her predicament wasn’t the chair. It was the muzzle of the gun, which was focused right above her left eye, obscuring half her vision.

Cat’s breath quickened. She could feel her heartbeat in her ears. Her insides were trembling like Jell-O. For a few seconds, fear was so overwhelming that she couldn’t move.

The only thing she could think of was Trevor had a gun, Trevor had a gun. He’d kept next to the liquor cabinet, behind the tequila. That made her think of the time she’d spilled one of his beers on the carpet. She’d realized her mistake before the bottle hit the ground. Trevor had been yelling his head off about a stain. With shaking hands, she’d tried to mop it up but only succeeded in spreading it. That crazy look in his eyes— wild, furious, insane. One second he’d been beside her, the next she was staring at the unfriendly end of a gun. Her entire body had frozen, locked in place. She couldn’t move. She’d thought for sure he’d shoot, and for a moment welcomed the darkness—

Cat squeezed her eyes shut, trying to forget. Except she couldn’t forget. She could never forget. Instead, she pushed the memory away— by now, she was a master of this— and shifted her attention to the voice behind the gun. It was a woman’s voice. Low and raspy.

“...come in, Barton. There’s an intruder in the safehouse.”

The woman seemed to be talking to another person, but as far as Cat could tell, she was the only person in the room. She hadn’t seemed to notice that Cat was awake yet. She stayed very still, heart pounding against her ribcage.

The woman’s voice paused. “Yes, I’m sure, because I’m pointing a gun to her head.” She glanced down, saw that Cat was awake, and muttered something unintelligible in another language, sounding like either Russian or Ukranian. (Cat had learned both one time when she was bored.)

Cat struggled wildly in the chair, trying in vain to escape. She couldn’t, of course. The ropes held strong.

“Rise and shine,” the woman said, bending down so that her piercing green eyes bore into Cat’s own.

Still shaky from the memory of Trevor, Cat hated that her voice trembled when she spoke. “W-what the hell, lady! Why do you have a gun?”

“Don’t move,” the woman ordered with an off-putting calmness.

This was no time to be scared. Cat counted off the beats of her heart as it slowed.

“How can I?” Her voice was even again. “You tied me to a chair. You couldn’t have tied me to one of those nice sofas?”

Taco, she remembered. Where was he? While she spoke, her eyes did a quick scan of the room for him. She was relieved to see him dozing behind a corner, hidden from view. She prayed that he stayed that way, and maybe the woman wouldn’t shoot him. Cat didn’t know what kind of psychopath would shoot such an adorable beagle, but she wasn’t about to take any chances with this woman.

She was clearly dangerous. Dark red hair, intense eyes, prominent features. The way she held the gun told Cat that she likely had shot many things before, perhaps beagles even more adorable than Taco. She was wearing some type of strange black leather catsuit, like spies did in movies.

“Are you a spy?” Cat blurted, then thought, Damn. ADHD impulsivity.

“I ask the questions here.” Her voice now had an edge to it; it was low and threatening. “Now, I’m only going to ask this once. Who do you work for?”

Cat was caught off guard. “Huh?”

The woman rolled her eyes, momentarily losing the edge. “Did I or did I not just say that I was only going to say it once?”

“Okay, no offense, but what’s the point of only saying it once? Is that like, a power move or something? And it seems kind of inconvenient, especially when you insist on asking vague and confusing questions. Those should be asked at least twice!”

The woman shoved her gun into Cat’s head. (Cat fought down a sea of memories. Trevor, Trevor, Trevor.) “Answer the question.”

“I don’t work for anyone! I’m ten. Who’s gonna hire me to do anything?”

“How did you get in here?” the woman demanded.

“I— what? I don’t know— I used the door, I guess.”

“It was locked. How did you break in?”

“What is this, an interrogation?”

The woman looked at her like she was unbelievably stupid. “Yes. That’s literally what this is. Did the gun and the fact that you’re tied to a chair not make it clear enough?” She leaned in closer. “Do you need me to break a bone to prove it to you?”

Cat leaned as far away as possible. “No! No, please don’t do that!”

“Excellent. So you should have no problem answering the question.”

Cat squirmed uncomfortably. “Uh, well— I wouldn’t say I broke in. I feel like that’s a strong phrase, you know? Kinda makes me look like a criminal…”

The woman’s gun clicked against her head. Involuntarily, Cat flinched. “Talk, or I shoot.”

“Jesus! I picked the damn lock, okay? Look, I’m sorry. I swear, I didn’t steal anything— I mean, I did steal some things, but technically I haven’t stolen anything because I haven’t left this place yet, which means that the things I stole— I mean, didn’t steal— are still here. Making them unstolen.”

Cat’s gaze landed on the empty tray of peanut butter chocolate cookies. She felt a stab of guilt. Maybe it was best not to mention that specific part of her breaking and entering. Not that it mattered— the woman looked like she was going to kill her anyhow.

“What did you take?”

“Nothing!”

“You have ten seconds to tell me the truth.” The woman started counting at an alarmingly fast pace. “Ten, nine, eight, seven…”

“Those aren’t mississippis!” Cat protested.

For a second, the woman paused. “Excuse me?”

“In school, you’ve gotta go, ‘One-mississippi-two-mississippi-three—’”

“I’m going to shoot you.”

Cat caved. “It’s all in the bag!”

“What bag?”

“It’s a hideous pink backpack, covered in stupid butterflies!”

The woman’s arm reached out, and for a second Cat thought she was going to slap her— Operating on instinct, she flinched, hands going up to cover her face, only to be restrained by the ropes binding them to the chair. But the woman hadn’t laid a hand on her. Instead, she’d grabbed Cat’s backpack from the couch behind her. Although, she did frown at Cat’s reaction.

“You mean this one?”

“Yeah,” Cat said, relieved.

The woman stared at it a moment. “You’re right. It is hideous.”

“I didn’t pick it. My uncle did.”

“Your uncle has terrible taste.”

“Thank you— hey!”

The woman was emptying out the contents of the backpack on the floor. All the first aid supplies, snacks, and clothes she’d carefully positioned so that it just fit inside spilled out. Finally, wads and wads of money spilled out from the bottom. Twenties littered the floor. The woman didn’t seem to be finding what she was looking for— what she thought Cat stole.

“I didn’t steal all of that!” Cat said quickly. “Only the food and the rest of the supplies. The clothes, the money are all—”

“Money you stole?” the woman demanded.

Cat instantly backtracked. “No! Well, yes, I stole it— but not from here! I took it from my uncle Trevor’s apartment when I ran away. Trust me, if you knew him, you’d steal his money too.”

“What did you steal from here?”

“Just food, band-aids, water— that’s it, I swear!”

“Let me rephrase myself. What else did you steal from here?”

Suddenly, the door flew open and a man barrelled through the door. He was dressed in a black uniform as well, but it was different from the woman’s. His was a bulky vest, with only one sleeve covering an entire arm. His exposed forearm on his other arm had an armguard. He held a compound bow in his hand, with a quiver of arrows slung over his shoulder.

“Help! Help!” Cat yelled at him. “This crazy lady’s trying to kill me!”

The woman frowned at her. “That’s a little insulting.”

“You know what’s really insulting?” Cat fired back. “Pointing a freaking gun at me!”

The man pointed at her with his bow— Jesus Christ, what was it with today and people pointing dangerous weapons at her— and glanced at the woman. “Please don’t tell me that’s the intruder.”

“Of course it’s the intruder. Why else would she be tied to a chair?”

The arrow man paused. “You’re kidding, right? Natasha— she’s just a kid, barely out of kindergarten. She’d can’t possibly be the target. If anything, she looks like a homeless kid, who accidentally got inside the safehouse. ”

Although she didn’t have the slightest idea what they were talking about, Cat felt a spurt of indignation. Barely out of kindergarten! She knew she was on the smaller side, but why rub it in?

“Just a kid! I’m not just a kid. And what makes you think I can’t be the target? If I wanted to be the target, I would be the target! Only, I’m not the target because I don’t even know what that is!” Then, unable to suppress a dig at his garb, she smirked. “Nice outfit, by the way. Is it Halloween already?”

Arrow Man gaped at her. He turned to Natasha. Cat turned to look at her as well, just in time to see her wiping a faint smirk from her face. “Did I just get insulted by a kindergartener?”

“She’s not just a kindergartener,” Natasha pointed out, face stony once again. “She’s an intruder.”

“I’m an intruder, and I’m not in kindergarten,” Cat interjected. “I’m in the fourth grade.”

“I don’t give a sh—”

“Natasha!” Arrow Man protested. “She’s a kid! You can’t swear in front of a kid.”

“Stop calling me a fucking kid, please,” said Cat.

Natasha raised an eyebrow at Arrow Man, who was slack-jawed. “The kid just swore in front of the kid.” Then she told Cat, “You know, people generally stop talking when a gun’s being pointed at them.”

“Right, sorry.” Cat stayed silent for two seconds before piping up again. “Speaking of guns being pointed at heads— can you, like, not? You’re making me uncomfortable.”

Natasha sighed to Arrow Man. “I hate children. Let’s gag her.”

“Then how would we get any intel from her? How did she get in, anyway?”

“Claims that she picked the lock. She’s obviously lying, because we just got the new high-security ones installed.”

Arrow Man coughed, and did a very bad job of pretending he wasn’t avoiding eye contact. His voice had notably raised in pitch. “ Well… ”

Natasha’s eyes narrowed dangerously. Her expression read You idiot. “Is there something you want to tell me?”

“Not really.”

Her tone sent a shiver down Cat’s spine. “Barton.”

Aha! So his name was Barton. Cat filed that away for future reference. Probably a last name.

He winced. “Okay, so there’s a slight chance that I forgot to—”

Before he finished his sentence, Natasha started cussing him out in a language that Cat recognized as Russian. Violently. And quite graphically. To put it lightly, some of the things she was saying were not PG. She’d lowered her gun, gesturing wildly in the air, but Cat was too open mouthed to even think about making a run for it. The whole thing probably lasted twenty seconds.

“Jesus, Natasha!” Barton gasped once she ran out of air. “There’s a kid right there!”

“So? She can’t understand it.”

Cat scoffed at her. “Shows how much you know. I understood every word you said.”

Barton shot Natasha an I told you so look.

Natasha was more skeptical. “Oh, really? What did I say, then?” she challenged.

Cat repeated it back to her.

Natasha and Barton both stared at her. The woman regained her composure first. “How do you know Russian?” she asked suspiciously.

“I learned it.”

“Why?”

“I was bored.”

They exchanged a look. Neither looked like they believed her.

“If anything, this proves my point,” Natasha told Barton quietly. “Why would a random kid off the street know how to speak Russian if she wasn’t…” She trailed off, exchanging a meaningful expression with him.

A new understanding flooded into his face. “You don’t think she’s…”

“Maybe,” Natasha muttered darkly. “They have been known to take in kids.”

“Wait a second,” Cat said. “Who’s ‘they’? You think I’m a terrorist, or something?”

“Or something.”

Arrow Man regarded Cat thoughtfully. “She’d have to be a pretty amazing actor, if she is what you think she is.”

“But I’m not!” Cat exploded. “I swear I’m not!”

“Then prove it,” Natasha said coolly.

“How can I?” Cat asked desperately. “It’s not like I have a sign hanging above my head that reads ‘Not a Terrorist!’”

“Sounds like a you problem. Whatever it is you’re going to do, you better do it fast. You have two minutes before I decide to kill you.”

Barton leaned into Natasha to whisper, but Cat still caught what he was saying. “You’re not actually going to murder her, right?”

The woman elbowed him hard in the ribs. Cat could tell it was painful because of the way his face twisted. She was a better whisperer, because Cat couldn’t make out what she said in his ear.

Natasha frowned at her. “What are you waiting for? You have a minute and forty seconds now.”

Cat started spilling her entire life story. If there was one thing she was good at, it was talking and talking fast. “My full name is Catalina Gray. I’m ten years old. I’m not a terrorist. I used to live in California but then six months ago I had to move in with my uncle Trevor in New York. And New York is horrible because everyone’s mad all the time, except for Trevor, who was drunk all the time, and that lady Kimberly tried to get me to a foster home, but I was like ‘No way Jose’ and I ran away. And for like a week I was homeless but I think I’m getting better at it. And then yesterday I was looking for a place to sleep and then I found the alley and that’s how I found the door.” She stopped for a breath.

“It was pitch-black outside,” Natasha pointed out. “And the entire wall is painted black. There’s no way you saw it.”

“No, wait, I didn’t! Taco did!”

“A… taco told you where the door was?” Barton asked dubiously. He turned to Natasha and whispered conspiratorially, “Sounds suspicious to me.”

Natasha raised her eyes to the ceiling.

“No, Taco’s my dog!” Cat suddenly had an idea. She called out excitedly, forgetting that there was a woman pointing a gun at her. “And he’s right there! Taco! Taco! C’mere!”

Taco’s head lifted. He bound up excitedly and ran over to Cat, leaping into her lap. He didn’t seem to grasp the seriousness of the situation.

“Aww,” said Arrow Man. “It’s a beagle! I’ve always wanted one of those.”

Natasha looked like she wanted to elbow him again.

“Yeah, aren’t they adorable?” Cat beamed at him for a moment, recognizing a fellow dog person, before remembering that they were both trying to kill her.

Natasha snapped at her. “The dog’s adorableness is not relevant. How did you get past the door?”

“Right, so after Taco noticed the door, I picked the lock with my knife—”

Natasha glowered darkly at Barton. He made a face at her.

“—the door opened, and I just assumed no one was in here, so I thought it wouldn’t do any harm to take a long around—” She paused. “And you know what? I ate every— single— freaking one of those peanut butter chocolate chip cookies and they were delicious.”

“What did you say?” Arrow Man demanded. He seemed to notice the empty tray of cookies. “There’s not a single one of them left?” He turned to Natasha. “Who does that?”

Natasha sighed, finally lowering the gun and jammed it into a holster. “This is ridiculous.”

Cat wondered how long she’d been holding it up for, and how sore her arms must be. Was she even human? Despite this unanswered question tugging at her, she felt like a huge pressure had been lifted off her shoulders. Now that the threat of the gun had drained away, she could feel the tension in her shoulders loosening.

“Does that mean you believe me?”

“It means that the probability that you’re a sad little orphan who just happens to know Russian is higher than the…” She paused. “...other alternative.”

“What Natasha means to say was,” Barton corrected, “she was wrong and I was right, as always, and she’s very sorry and won’t threaten to shoot you ever again.”

“Well, she’s very annoying, so the probability that I might shoot her in the future is actually quite high. Plus, she ate all of the peanut butter chocolate chip cookies, and that’s an offense I’m not sure I can forgive.”

Cat smiled uneasily. “That’s a joke. You’re joking, right?”

“I take peanut butter cookies very seriously.”

“She’s joking,” Barton reassured her, then added under his breath, “Probably.”

“So… can I be untied now? This chair really is uncomfortable.”

Natasha and Barton exchanged a glance, like What are we supposed to do with her?

Cat groaned. “You’re not seriously going to keep me tied here? I already told you, I’m innocent!”

“Except for running away, breaking and entering, and admitting theft,” Natasha said.

“I never admitted to stealing.”

“You did. Several times, but that’s not the point.”

“We still have a mission to finish,” Barton muttered to Natasha.

“There’s only one more target. It’s not crucial. Only one of us needs to go,” Natasha said, straightening. “So one of us can stay behind and get rid of her.”

Get rid of her? What did that mean? Kill her? Sedate her? Throw her in the river? Cat wanted to know. She didn’t voice her questions; she doubted they would answer her anyway. The way they were talking about “missions” and “targets,” it was safe to assume they were either spies for some covert government agency. Which made them a) dangerous, and b) slightly impressive.

Which probably meant that their definition of “getting rid of her” was definitely leaning towards the “killing her” side.

Which was bad. Obviously.

Cat needed an escape plan. Her eyes darted around the perimeter of the room, seeking sharp objects she could use to untie herself. But even if she did manage to do that, how would she escape without them noticing? By the looks of them, both were well trained and had a large number of weapons. She wasn’t even armed. It was hopeless.

Barton and Natasha were too busy staring at each other to notice her looking around for an escape route, seeming to communicate solely through their eyes.

Suddenly, Barton yelled, “Not it!”

Natasha groaned. “The rules of ‘not it’ do not apply here.”

His voice lowered, so that Cat had to really focus in order to hear it. “You know I’m the better choice. We both know long distance isn’t your thing.”

“I can handle myself with a gun.”

“Yeah, but face it, I’m better. I’ve got these babies.” Barton patted the quiver of arrows. “What, are you scared of me leaving you with some kid?”

“Don’t be ridiculous. I’m not scared of the kid.”

“You totally are, though. You’re scared of the kid.”

“Shut up, moron,” Natasha murmured in Russian, so low that Cat could barely pick it up. “I’m not.”

Barton slipped her a cheeky grin. “Sounds like everything should be fine, then. See you in a bit.”

Natasha grabbed for his wrist. “You can’t just—”

Barton was prepared. He yanked his arm back just in time to escape her grip, dodged the punch she threw at him, and backflipped over the couch. It happened so quickly Cat barely had time to register that it happened until it did. Within seconds, he’d swiped a can of Pringles from the mess left on the floor that Cat’s backpack had made, and was out the door.

Natasha swore angrily after his retreating back, this time in a language Cat didn’t recognize. She could tell she was swearing because of how she said it, though, like the words were something disgusting that she was spitting out.

“Um, hi,” Cat said, in case the woman had forgotten about her.

Natasha’s gaze flitted back to her, but it was so furious that, for a moment, Cat’s words got stuck in her throat.

“Any chance you’ll let me go now?”

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Notes: Thank you to everyone who read this story so far! Please comment or send me an ask if you have any thoughts! Natasha made her first appearance so I’m curious what you think of my portrayal of her! I'm still new to Tumblr so apologies if there are any formatting errors and stuff! Next chapter on Thursday!

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black-cat-2 · 5 months

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Lovelies, I ain’t gonna lie and just say this bluntly, but I’m feeling absolutely miserable right now and probably will for the upcoming days because today we had to put the dog I grew up with to sleep.

Can anyone recommend one (or rather a few) good comfort fics? Bucky, Steve, Clint, Logan… I honestly don’t really care right now, I just need both comfort and simultaneously some distraction, I guess. Honestly, I might even not know what exactly I actually need but you know what I mean.

Would be great if you send me the fics or just mark me in a comment to the fic or whatever. I just… *sighs shrugging*. Thanks, one way or another.

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ageofevermore · 2 years

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Blueberry Pancakes

SUMMARY — Attempting to step out of your comfort zone doesn’t go as planned, but Natasha is always around to hold you

PAIRING — Natasha Romanoff x Teen!Avenger!Reader [ 2k ]

AUTHORS NOTE — An angsty, fluffy, comfort, mama nat fic

You don’t like trying new things. Part of that comes from your childhood, but mostly it’s due to your reserved personality and uncertainty towards change. You much prefer to stay within your comfort zone, even if it means having a limited diet and watching the same means of entertainment on a loop. The repetition feels like home to you.

When you were first recruited to the Avengers Initiative by Maria Hill, Tony made it his personal goal to crack your shell and round out your edges. He refused to believe a kid could enjoy living such a structured and mundane life and proceeded to convince himself and Bruce that exposing you to different things would be beneficial. You didn’t agree.

Tony quickly realized that as boring as it was to him, you depended on routines and repetition, and after a few months of letting you be, your routines and patterns became like home to him. Your routine had become like a second home to all of the Avengers, especially Natasha. You spent the most time with the redhead, recognizing something maternal within her kind green eyes. Being aware of your background, and seeing something of herself in you, Natasha recognized you as a daughter instantaneously as well.

It’s been years since you joined the group of America's most trusted heroes, and you’d woken up feeling something like confidence bubbling in your belly. As a routinely modest individual, the feeling was out of place. Your belly was always heavy with clammy anxiety during the early morning, only ever easing into persistent dread after you had breakfast and completed a workout. You took to the new feeling hopefully, enjoying how the absence of worry kept you feeling revitalized and light on your feet.

Clint was an early riser like yourself, and when he visited the compound for rare weekends, he took it upon himself to make breakfast for the team. The usually hyper aware archer hadn’t heard you coming up behind him, your footsteps on the marble tile so soft. You weren’t heavy on your feet by any means, you couldn’t be a superhero and move around clumsily, but you had a delicate heaviness to your steps in the morning that he recognized and adored. It reminded him of home, of his kids, though Cooper, Lila, and Nate were decibels louder than you. He jumped three feet in the air when you slid onto the countertop next to where he was fixing blueberry pancakes, your favorite breakfast food that was only served in the compound when he visited or Natasha was in a good mood.

“Jesus, you scared the shit out of me, kid.” He cursed, nudging your bare thigh with his elbow. You smiled softly, always enjoying the weekends when he came to visit. It was a change to your routines that didn’t completely throw you off. He flipped a blueberry pancake onto a plate, handing you the white porcelain with a fatherly smirk.

Having kids of his own, it was hard for Clint to see you settle so easily into this lifestyle. He didn’t want the constant action and danger for himself at forty years old, he especially didn’t want it for you at seventeen. He’d extended an offer many times that was along the lines of leaving SHIELD behind and moving in with he and Laura, but that was a drastic change to your routine, and you couldn’t just leave Natasha behind. She had worked her way into your heart and routine.

“Thank you!” You beamed at the archer, pulling the pancake apart with your fingers and bringing a messily ripped triangle to your lips. You blew on the steaming food, melting into the countertop when the first taste of fresh blueberries exploded on your tastebuds.

Clint watched you fondly, rubbing the pad of his calloused thumb over a scar on the center of your kneecap. “Good?” He asked, smiling when you nodded your head and hummed around your second bite. “I’m glad. Now go sit at the table before Nat comes down and finds you on the counter.”

You giggled, sliding down from the marble countertop and shooting across the kitchen just in time for your mother to come down from her bedroom. She kissed your bedhead on her way to Clint, rubbing your shoulder comfortingly on her way.

“Morning Mama.” You beam, shoveling the last of your pancake into your mouth, now having a full belly and proper energy to start your day. Natasha shares a wide grin with Clint on her way to the refrigerator, still not quite believing that she has somebody to call her mama. Clint just shakes his head with a laugh, thinking that the both of them have come a long way from Budapest.

Natasha grabs the fresh apple juice, moving around the kitchen easily. You enjoy breakfast together every day, and every day it’s the same light conversation. “Morning detka. Did you sleep okay?”

Natasha knows you still have trouble sleeping. With your haunting past, she expects the nightmares, but anticipating them doesn’t help her heart hurt for you any less. She pretends not to notice when you’ve had a bad night for your own pride, but makes sure to watch you closely throughout the day, making herself available incase you need her. You’ve always been embarrassed about the after effects of your trauma, confiding in her only once when you were fifteen about how you wished you weren't afraid to close your eyes at night. Unbestown to you, after hearing about your nightmares, Natasha checks on you every night before she can even think of sleeping herself.

“I slept really well actually.” You smile brightly at her. Natasha takes your plate from the table and trades you a glass of cold apple juice. She moves around the kitchen easily, her and Clint falling into an easy grove. “I think I might try to skip my workout for the day, maybe watch a movie that Peter and Ned have been suggesting.”

Both Clint and Natasha force themselves not to react, though they share a glance with each other that’s filled with parental pride. You’re not the type to rearrange your schedule or watch something that isn’t familiar and years old at this point, the unpredictability sets you on edge and ruins your day. Even if you don’t follow through with your plans for the late morning, Natasha’s incredibly proud of your progress.

“Good, I’m glad. You’ll have to let me know how the movie is.” Natasha hums thoughtfully, kissing your head one last time before you’re leaving the kitchen and heading back towards your room.

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You’ve never seen a horror film, but you suppose that there’s a first time for everything and the confidence in your belly encourages you to try pushing the envelope of your comfort. So, you find yourself in bed with a comfy outfit on, scrolling through the streaming platforms Tony has downloaded on your TV. You find the movie Ned and Peter have been talking about after a few minutes, still feeling like you can handle this slight change to your routine. Exhaling, you press play on your movie, almost immediately wishing you’d just gone down to the gym.

By the time the end credits are rolling on your film, the confidence in your belly has completely gone away. You're covered in a thin layer of sweat despite only having a pair of sleep shorts underneath an oversized Iron Man t-shirt. Your breaths are coming out in uneven pants, and you feel like your movements are constricted by your own skin. Your bones feel heavy and in the way as you scramble to your feet in a hurry, desperate to find Natasha as the feeling of horror and panic continue to fester in your head, chest, and belly.

Bad idea. This was a very bad idea. You never should’ve tried to be normal. Peter and Ned would’ve understood eventually.

“Mama.” You plead, beginning to feel weak on your feet unlike hours earlier. Your knees buckle abruptly beneath your weight, and you don’t have the energy to get back to your feet to search for Natasha in the compound. Dark spots dance in your vision as you begin to feel faint, the room spinning around you and a desperate urge for air clawing at your chest.

Natasha is sitting in the living room with Clint, the old partners talking about everything and nothing when FRIDAY alerts her of your situation. “Ms Romanoff, Speedy is requesting your presence in her bedroom. It appears to be urgent.”

Speedy; Tony had given you the alias days after you moved into the old Avengers Tower and had outraced him in the gym during Steve’s training session. You weren't aware that he was trying to race you, but for the sake of telling the story at parties, Tony embellished the details. You had fought the nickname for days, much to the team's amusement, before eventually admitting that it was growing on you.

Natasha was on her feet in seconds, leaving Clint behind without a goodbye, though the archer understood; you’re Natasha’s child, biological or not she is your mother. She'd had a horrible feeling in the pit of her stomach since you left the kitchen hours ago, and FRIDAY’s message only amplified her maternal dread.

Natasha knocks on your bedroom door softly, not wanting to startle you if you were in a state of panic. “Detka? Y/N, can I come in, baby? It’s just Mama.” She pleads, but receives no response. “FRIDAY, manual override locks, Alpha 3,000 Moscow.” The automatic lock clicks in seconds, and she’s able to open your door for herself.

Her heart breaks seeing you in a pile on the floor, your chest contracting rapidly. There are tears in your eyes and rolling down your cheeks, and her eyes catch the ending credits of a horror movie rolling on your screen when she glances around for a hint to what could’ve set you off. Her heart shattered realizing the movie must have depicted something resembling your childhood. She drops to the floor beside you, pulling you into her chest without hesitation. She’s an expert at talking you down from panic attacks, and she knows that in any state you love deep pressure and skin contact.

Your clammy hands shoot to her torso instinctively, and you cling to her with every remaining ounce of energy you can muster. Admittedly your latch on her top is weak, and Natasha notices. “M-Mama can’t breathe.” You wheeze, immediately being shushed by the trained assassin. She guides your face into her neck, taking deep and slow breaths so you’re forced to feel her chest rise and fall slowly.

“Just follow Mama.” Natasha lifts the back of your t-shirt, scratching her nails down the clammy skin. You’re trying to match her breathing, becoming more successful with every painful intake. “That’s it, dorogoy. Doing so good. I know it hurts, baby. I know. Shh, just let Mama hold you. I know, I know what happened, detka. It’s okay.” She consoles you, shushing your babbles every time you try to explain the situation. You feel pathetic but Natasha doesn’t give you the chance to say that. “It’s frustrating. You want to be able to experience the same things as your friends and your peers, but what other people did to you ruined that. I know, baby. It was such a good try though, I’m so proud of you.”

Natasha knows you better then you know yourself, and her gentle praise and encouragement causes another pitiful and painful sob to build in your chest. She hums the beginning of a familiar russian lullaby, closing her eyes and letting her head rest on the wall. Your sobs quiet down with time though Natasha doesn't rush you. She’ll sit here with you for as long as you need. Eventually, with a weak sniffle, you settle completely against her, feeling the vibration of her chest against your side and listening closely to her lullaby. The anxious pressure in your chest doesn’t leave, but you feel content enough to slowly fall asleep against Natasha on the floor of your bedroom.

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The Fourth

A/N: I’m still here! I want to finish my bingo card - if you want to send me ideas check it out here and send me some asks!

Square for @marvelfluffbingo : College AU

Pairings: Bucky Barnes x reader, Sam Wilson x reader, Clint Barton x reader

Word count: 589

Warnings: PG for random swearing

Divder by the amazing @imerdwarf

2nd A/N: I minored in Euchre at college so this is completely based on RL... and yes I have always been friends with superheroes 😂

I would love any feedback/reblogs/love in general but my work is *NOT* permitted to be used in any other way, on any other sites, without my express permission

The best thing about your college campus was the common area, which people affectionately referred to as “The Chuckery.” The Chuckery had several fast food options, a deli counter, and pizza place, along with the campus bookstore and ticket counter on the main floor, while the floor below was home to the campus bowling alley. The floor above housed a movie theater that showed movies at least a year or two past their premier dates. It was the place to be, and you and your group of friends made sure to grab a table every morning to host the daily euchre games you had become addicted to. Normally, you could rely on your female friends Nat and Maria to sit in, as well as your classmate Erika. But today Nat and Maria were busy studying and Erika was working. Which left you with the guys…

“We need a fourth,” Bucky whined. You shook your head and grinned.

“We ALWAYS need a fourth,” Sam countered, “I thought it was your turn to find one.” Bucky glared at Sam who in turn stuck his tongue out in response. You laughed at your insanely goofy friends.

A familiar face approached and you couldn’t resist roping him into the fun. “Clint! Get your cute ass over here.” The rest of your group snickered as Clint approached and fell into the seat next to Bucky, letting his bag sink to the floor.

Clint grabbed up the pile of cards and looked over at you. “We’re partners?” You nodded. “What’s trump?”

Sam scowled at Clint. “No one’s called it yet. It’s your partner’s call at the moment.”

You looked at your cards, then over at Clint, his face impassive as usual. Please let us have good cards! “Pass.”

Sam’s scowl deepened as glanced at his cards. “Who shuffled this deck? Oh yeah my partner. Pass.” Bucky flipped Sam off as Clint quietly called “spades.”

You tried to hide your grin as Bucky groaned. Bucky laid down his ace of hearts which you quickly killed with the nine of spades. Sam and Clint threw off-cards which you quickly scooped up before throwing down your ten of diamonds. Sam followed with another off-card while Clint threw his king of diamonds. Bucky chuckled as he took the pile with his ten of spades. The pace of the game came to a crawl as Bucky looked over his cards. “Come on partner,” Sam whined.

“I’m trying to strategize here,” he countered. “We COULD win this.” You chanced a glance over at Clint who was staring back at you, his face still impassive. Bucky thumbed the top of a card then groaned. “Fuck it,” and laid down the king of spades. Clint gave you the barest hint of a nod, so you held your breath as you laid down the ace of spades.

Sam glared at Bucky as he threw the queen of spades under the pile while Clint threw the jack of spades, then laid out the jack of clubs he had been clutching. “Yes!” you screamed in delight as Sam berated Bucky for at least the third time that day, tossing losing cards in with the rest. You grabbed the pile of cards and began shuffling.

“Clint, you are staying right there. You are clearly my lucky charm.” You laughed then bit your lower lip as you concentrated on the cards in your hands.

Clint chuckled and laid back into the chair, hands behind his head and right leg crossed over his left. “So who are we playing next?”

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priswrites · 2 years

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CLINT BARTON HEADCANON

ABOUT HIMSELF

HIM AS A BROTHER

HIM AS A BEST FRIEND

HIM AS A FRIEND W FEELINGS/BENIFITS

HIM AS A BOYFRIEND

HIM AS A HUSBAND

HIM AS A FATHER

18+ HEADCANONS

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neonovember · 1 year

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CLINT BARTON

….coming soon

#clint barton x fem reader #clint barton #clint x reader #clint barton x fem!reader #clint barton x reader #clint barton x you #clint barton x y/n #clint barton imagine #clint barton fluff #clint barton angst #Clint masterlist

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hoppers-babygirl · 1 year

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Hello!! Uhm it’s always awkward but bills suck and so does my job- but if anyone wanted to send in a tip that would be much appreciated! Or even message me for a commission (?), on a story, I think that’s the right word. I will leave my kofi link and my usual writing days are Sunday’s and Tuesday’s, I’ve also been writing some things that will soon be out if anyone was curious! Thank you again 🤍

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fanf1ctionwrit1n · 1 year

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“As Much As I Hate To Admit It, If We're Gonna Win This One, Some Of Us Might Have To Lose It.”

Fluff- 🌸

Angst- 💔

Last updated: 00-00-23

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kilibaggins · 1 month

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Physical Affection Prompts

hi all! I just thought I'd make my own list of various physical affection prompts and since no idea is ever original some of these are 100% on other peoples lists but im not using other lists as reference or copying anyone. this list is for my own use and other peoples use and there's no need to credit me (though it's always nice).

reblog to have your followers send you these as prompts !! or just use them for your own writing.

all of these are meant as sfw prompts but some may seem a bit more intimate.

tracing someones face

tucking hair behind their ear

forehead kisses

desperate hugs

crying into their neck/shoulder

reversed little spoon & big spoon (the one who is normally the big spoon is the little spoon and vice versa)

holding their hand under a table

kissing their hand

kissing their collarbone

sitting with legs in their lap

morning cuddles where they're both mostly asleep and they don't want to wake up yet but they want to cuddle

petting their hair

head pats

sitting on the floor in front of them while they sit on the couch and their arms touch their legs.

holding both of their hands

hugs from behind

gently touching their waist to move past them (dont do this to someone you're not dating! dont believe I have to say this.)

grabbing their wrist or hand and turning them around

playing with their hands when nervous

slow dancing

#prompts #otp prompts #touch prompts #physical affection prompts #fluff prompts #send requests #specifically rn im in the nood for steve rogers #or thor odinson or clint barton or bucky barnes but specifically steve

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Happy Easter

Summary: You are three weeks from your due date, but the thought of you and Natasha missing Easter at the Barton’s farmhouse in Iowa was simply inconceivable. What will you do if your little bundle of joy makes an early, unexpected entrance?

Genre: Fluff

Pairings: Natasha x reader, Avengers x reader (platonic).

Word Count: 5.7k

Warnings: None

A/N: Happy belated Easter! I wanted to post this fic on Easter, but there wasn't enough time. This is part 3 of Happy Thanksgiving and Merry Christmas! I recommend reading those stories first, but it can be read as a stand-alone story as well. This was so much fun to write. I hope you enjoy it!

"Does anyone know where the purple egg dye is?" you inquired, scanning the table as you addressed the Barton kids. "I could have sworn we had two cups of every color." Cooper and Lila were fully engrossed in the Easter egg decorating contest, meticulously crafting their designs, while Nate seemed to relish in using every color available on the table. "Oh, it's on the counter.”

You were just about to rise from the kitchen table, no easy feat at this stage of your pregnancy. It felt like yesterday when you surprised Natasha with your pregnancy at Thanksgiving in front of her family and announced to the team that they would all be aunts and uncles at Tony’s annual Christmas party. Your due date was three weeks away, but missing Easter with Clint’s family in Iowa was out of the question.

“Don’t get up, Y/N. I got it!” Nat said as she jumped up to grab the paper cup of purple egg dye behind you.

"Thanks, sweetheart," you said as Nat placed the cup on the table.

"How are you feeling?" Natasha asked as she gently caressed your cheek. "Maybe you should take a break?”

“Nat, I promise I’m okay. Come sit back down and color some Easter eggs with us,” you replied, trying to put your wife at ease.

Natasha was looking forward to Easter, too, but she was more focused on you and the final weeks of your pregnancy. Dr. Cho had given you the green light to go, with the condition that you'd have daily check-ins by phone and go on bed rest as soon as you returned home.

"Auntie Nat, look at this!" Nate proudly showed off an egg with The Black Widow symbol on it.

"Look, Auntie Nat," you echoed with a smile.

"This is amazing! Maybe I should have you design my next suit instead of Stark," she said.

"Shall we start the judging?" Clint asked as he entered the room with Laura.

"Yep, all set," Cooper confirmed.

"Just a sec," Lila said, focused on decorating her egg. "There, done."

"Where are Yelena and Kate?" Laura asked.

"We're coming!" came a shout from the living room.

"It's not a Fabergé egg, you two, come on!" Nat yelled.

"Tada!" Kate exclaimed, revealing a beautiful purple egg with green and orange stripes.

You whispered to your wife, "So that's where all the purple dye went.”

You placed your egg on the table with all the others. Pink and blue with red polka dots. Symbolic of your current anticipation over the impending arrival of your bundle of joy. You and Nat both agreed you wanted to be surprised.

“Hmmm, this is going to be a tough decision,” Clint said, stroking his chin. “As you all know, you will be judged on creativity, technique, and presentation.”

Walking back and forth in front of the kitchen table, you couldn’t help but giggle at his mock seriousness.

“Allow me to confer with my fellow judge,” he said. After a few moments of hushed whispers with Laura, Clint returned to the group. “We thank you all for your participation. You all decorated beautiful Easter eggs. The competition was tough this year, but one egg stands head and shoulders above the rest,” pausing for dramatic effect. “The 2024 Barton Easter Egg Decorating Champion is Nathaniel Barton!”

You shouldn't have spent so much time on the sketches!” Yelena said, slapping Kate on the arm.

“Yes!!” Nathaniel cheered.

“You are hereby awarded this Lindt Milk Chocolate Gold Bunny,” his father said, handing him the gold-wrapped chocolate as big as his head.

“That you will share with the rest of the family and not eat in one sitting,” Laura added.

“Aww!” Nathaniel whined.

*^~^*

You spent the evening on the porch, surrounded by the laughter of the kids playing on the lush green lawn as the sun set over the farm. Laura served her delicious homemade Lemonade as you shared stories and reminisced about old times. The air was filled with nostalgia so vivid that you could almost reach out and touch it. Natasha sat next to you, holding your hand gently, her calloused touch a reminder of the strength and resilience she had acquired through years of training.

You were taken by surprise as you felt the baby begin to kick.

"Wow!" You exclaimed as you gently placed your hand on your belly.

All eyes turned to you. Though unspoken, everyone shared the same nervous anticipation as your wife for the approaching due date.

"Are you alright, malyshka?" Nat asked, her eyes filled with concern as she squeezed your hand.

"I'm okay. The baby is kicking. Here, feel." You said as you took her hand and gently guided it to your stomach, trying to find the right spot.

“Oh,” Nat squeaked. “I’ll never get used to that feeling.”

“Think how I feel!” you teased.

“Move aside, sestra; I want to feel my little plemyannitsa or plemyannik.” (Niece or nephew).

Yelena playfully bumped her sister out of the way with her hip and eagerly reached to touch your stomach.

"Wow, that's amazing!" she cried out. "Hey there, little one. I'm Aunt Yelena, and I will spoil you rotten!"

"Have you two settled on a name yet?" Kate inquired.

"No," you sighed. "We just can't seem to agree. Since we both want to be surprised, it's been twice as hard to come up with two names."

"Don't worry, you'll know when you see the little bundle of joy," Laura reassured.

"This wouldn't be an issue if either of you were open to any of the names I've suggested," Yelena added with a grin.

“Yelena is not an option,” Natasha frustratedly replied.

“What about—“

“Neither is Alaska! That isn’t even a name!” Your wife is exasperated.

“It could be!” Yelena said. “What about—“

“Or Wolfgang!” Nat interrupted.

“You lack all originality, sestra,” Yelena berated.

^*~*^

The soft glow of the table lamp reflected off your glasses as you delved into the pages of your latest beloved read. You placed your bookmark between the pages at the sound of your wife closing the bathroom door and crawling into bed beside you.

"Did you get a chance to talk to Helen today?" Nat asked as she helped me fluff up my pregnancy pillow.

"Yeah, I did. She was glad to hear that the swelling in my ankles went down and suggested taking a warm bath to help with the discomfort," you replied, shifting to get comfortable against the pillow.

"Mmm, a warm bath does sound amazing," Natasha hummed as she settled down on her side, facing me.

“Oh, I didn’t realize you’d be joining me?” You said softly, with a sly grin and a raised eyebrow.

“Of course I would, detka,” leaning over and kissing your baby bump.

You gently squeezed Nat's hand, feeling a wave of anticipation as your due date drew near. Thoughts of what your baby would look like and who they would become filled your mind. Would they inherit Nat's fiery red hair, or perhaps have your Y/E/C eyes? The anticipation was almost overwhelming, but knowing that Natasha was by your side made it all feel possible.

"Are you looking forward to the Easter egg hunt tomorrow?" You asked, pulling yourself out of your daydream.

Nat giggled, "You make it sound like I'm the one participating."

"Well, you might as well be. I can never tell who's more excited, you or the kids," you replied.

Natasha glanced down at our intertwined hands and then back up at you. Her green eyes sparkled like emeralds.

"I think it's because holidays in my childhood weren’t real. We filled the photo album with fake pictures and empty boxes. But this," looking around at the small details of Clint and Laura’s farmhouse, "Is real, and I’ve always done my best to help ensure that Cooper, Lila, and Nate have everything I didn’t. A carefree childhood filled with love," Natasha explained.

"You’ve done a wonderful job with Clint’s kids, Nat. They love you so much, and I know you’ll be just as amazing with our little one," you said, doing your best to reassure her. “Goodnight, Natasha,” kissing her lips.

“I hope you're right, detka,” Nat said, kissing your lips in return and laying a hand on your stomach. “Goodnight, malen'kiy (little one).

*^~^*

The following day, you awoke to the sun shining through the window and a soft breeze that caused the curtains to dance gently on the wind. Your back was aching, and you were tired, but you were determined to make it through today. You slipped into the most comfortable maternity outfit you had. Natasha helped you with your shoes, and you both went downstairs to the kitchen.

“Happy Easter, you two!” Clint said upon seeing you two enter the kitchen.

You sat down at the kitchen table as Laura placed a plate of eggs and toast in front of you and Nat, along with two glasses of orange juice. The kids were already eating and arguing over who would find the most Easter eggs this afternoon.

Yelena and Kate walked in a few moments later, clad in bathrobes and their hair disheveled.

“Against the idea of showering and dressing before breakfast, were you?” Natasha asked.

“Kate Bishop kept me up all night with her snoring, and Lucky and Fanny woke me up by sitting on my face,” Yelena mumbled as she flopped beside you.

“Hey, that’s how dogs shows affection,” Kate interjected.

“So, I should consider your snoring a Valentine?” Yelena deadpanned.

After breakfast, the kids ran upstairs to prepare for the Easter egg hunt while Clint got a head start on hiding the eggs. Nathaniel insisted Nat accompany him to help find his Easter basket, but she hesitated to leave you.

“Go ahead, babe. I’m fine.” Motioning for her to follow her namesake.

“So, how are you really feeling?” Laura asked, now that Nat was no longer in the room.

You let out a deep sigh, “Tired and sore,” resting your head in your hands. “But this quality time with you all means so much to both of us. I can make it one more day before going on bed rest.”

Laura rubbed her hand softly on your back, “Why don’t you sit in the family room with Kate and Yelena until the fun starts.”

“Okay, that’s a good idea. Make sure Yelena and Kate haven’t snuck into the Easter candy,” you laughed.

Laura helped you to your feet and then began to clear the table. As you started to walk, you felt a minor twinging pain in your stomach. You winced but thought nothing of it. With the amount of shifting the baby was doing these days, you had every spasm and cramp in the book. Unfortunately for you, you were in a house full of spies, and Laura picked up your discomfort. She made a mental note to watch you as the day progressed.

*^~^*

"Look, there's one!" Cooper exclaimed, pointing at the leather seat of the tractor in the front yard. He dashed towards it, but Lila beat him by a step. "Ha! Slowpoke," she teased.

From your spot on the porch, you glanced over and saw my wife hoisting Nathaniel onto her shoulders to carefully grab an Easter egg from the crook of an old sycamore tree.

After about 15 minutes, everyone's baskets were full of eggs. Now came the fun of opening them all. You watched as all three kids dug into their baskets, opening the eggs to find mini Hershey bars, M&M's, jelly beans, or starbursts.

Nathaniel walked over to you and placed an Orange Starburst in your hand. "Here, Aunt Y/N. I know the Orange ones are your favorite."

"Aww, thank you, Nate," you said, kissing his forehead.

As you were about to open the soft toffy candy, a sharp contraction cut through my stomach. “Aaah!” you reached for your stomach as you bent over at the knees. Much stronger than anything you had felt before.

Natasha rushed to your side. “Y/N?! Are you okay? What’s wrong?” Reaching for your hand.

"I don’t know," you grunted.

Natasha's voice quivered with anxiety as she tried to rationalize the situation. "This—this can’t be it. We’re still three weeks out," she said, her mind racing with worry. "Maybe it’s just false labor."

That was the moment when your water broke. "Oh God—" you took a sharp breath as another contraction hit.

"Okay, not false labor," Nat conceded.

"It’s okay, Y/N," Laura reassured you calmly, gently taking your hand. "Most first births are a long labor. But we’re going to get you inside, okay?"

You felt a surge of panic. "What? No, no. I can't have the baby here. I'm not ready. We had a birth plan; I don't have my overnight bag!" you started to ramble, the anxiety rising in your voice.

"You're not boarding a Quinjet now. “I'm going to call Helen,” Clint said as he started to run inside.

"What's wrong with Aunt Y/N?” Nathaniel asked.

"Nothing, sweetheart, but the baby is coming a little bit earlier than we thought," Laura said calmly as she and your wife Nat gently guided you up the steps and into the warm and welcoming embrace of the house.

"Cooper and Lila, please grab a soft, warm blanket and clean towels from the linen closet?" Laura called out to the older children, her voice steady and reassuring.

I'l boil some water and tear up some sheets!" Kate announced frantically.

"This isn't Little House on the Prairie," Yelena quipped. She looked at you and Natasha with a warm yet nervous smile. "I’ll call Mom and Dad.”

"I thought you said this was a long process?" you managed to say between deep breaths, feeling a mix of excitement and nervousness.

"Yes, but there's nothing wrong with being prepared, honey," Laura replied with a comforting smile, her hands steady as she and Nat helped you onto the bed.

Natasha gently grasped your hand and locked eyes with you. "Y/N, look at me," she said reassuringly. “You’re okay, and I'm right here with you. Let's take a deep breath together.”

You took a deep breath, trying to follow Natahsa's lead. The air came out shakily as it moved around the sharp pain of the contraction.

"Do you remember your Lamaze breathing?" Nat asked, her voice calm and reassuring.

"I think so," you replied, trying to focus on the breathing technique you had practiced during the prenatal classes.

*^~^*

Contractions came and went over the next few hours. You were thankful that childbirth was part of the first aid classes all SHIELD recruits were required to take. Otherwise, the prospect of giving birth in a farmhouse in the middle of Iowa would have been more terrifying than it already was.

You heard the front door open and the screen shut behind it as footsteps hurriedly approached the bedroom. When you saw Dr. Cho, you just about burst into tears.

Helen! Oh, thank goodness," you exclaimed just as another contraction began, your face twisted in agony.

"Y/N," Helen responded, rushing to your side and gently pushing the sweaty strands of hair away from your eyes. "Clint and Laura briefed me. They said that you're handling this wonderfully. Let me take a moment to set up, and then we'll check your dilation progress.”

Okay," you managed to say, catching your breath. "Where's Bruce?"

He's in Kamar-Taj with Wong. Something about ten rings? I'm not entirely sure, but don't worry, both of you," she reassured, meeting your and Natasha’s fatigued and apprehensive gazes. "I have a backup.”

Thor strode into the room, effortlessly carrying a collection of Helen's equipment that seemed as light as a feather in his hands.

"Thor? What are you doing here?" Natasha asked, clearly puzzled.

Thor glanced at your wife, then at you, then at Laura, and then at Helen.

"Hello, everyone," he said shyly. "I was, uh, Helen and I—Dr. Cho. She invited me for Easter, and we were enjoying a nice glass of Asgardian Mead when—"

"When Clint called," Helen finished. "Anyway, he's here to help, right?"

"Of course," Thor replied. "I've never witnessed a human birth before, but I've been present for the births of many Gods and am well-versed in many newborn blessings."

You and Natasha locked eyes, your nervousness quickly replaced with gratitude as you realized the significance of having another close friend by your side during this pivotal moment in your lives.

Natasha expressed her gratitude to Thor, finally breaking the silence. "We're both thankful that you're here," she said, her voice filled with sincerity.

You nodded in agreement, silently acknowledging the sentiment.

"It's my pleasure, ladies," Thor replied warmly.

“Thor, can you bring the rest of my equipment in from the Quinjet while I check to see how far Y/N is dilated?” Helen asked.

“Sure, and do either of you need anything? He asked.

Some ice chips would be great, you said in a tired voice. “Thank you.”

“Water,” Natasha said.

Shortly after Thor departed, Yelena entered, engaging in small talk as they crossed paths in the hallway. "What's the God of muscles doing here?" she inquired.

"It's a long story," Helen responded.

"I spoke with Melina. She and Alexi are en route and should arrive by morning. At least, I think that's what she said. It was hard to hear her over Alexi's ecstatic screams in the background."

"Okay, Y/N, you've done most of the hard work in my absence. You're just about at 10 centimeters. It’s time to start pushing. You two are going to parents soon," Helen announced with a smile.

“Oh my God,” you said, looking over at Natasha.

“Hey,” your wife said, running her hand through your hair, “I love you.”

“I love you too,” you said.

*^~^*

“Push. Push, just a little more! Come on, push for five seconds. 5…4…” Helen counted down.

Gasping for air, you exclaimed, '3-2-1 oh!!' as you fought to catch your breath.

Thor gently wiped away the sweat from your forehead with a cloth.

“You're doing great, Y/N. The next contraction should be coming in about twenty seconds," Helen encouraged, glancing at the monitor.

“I can’t,” you cried. “I can’t push anymore, I can’t.”

Natasha reassured you, "Yes, you can, Y/N. You're so close," she reached out and firmly took hold of your hand.

“Oh God, twenty seconds, my ass!” You shouted.

Natasha screamed in pain and fell to her knees beside you as you squeezed her hand. “Fuck, detka!”

"Here, Lady Y/N," Thor said, taking her hand in his, "Give my hand a good squeeze; you won't hurt me. And when you reminisce on this moment, you will remember that a God has faith in you. You can do this!" Thor's voice was solid and reassuring, his eyes filled with genuine belief in your strength.

Your eyes shone with tears as you held Thor's hand tightly, feeling the strength in his grip while Natasha enveloped you, her arm supporting your back.

I can see the baby's head. Are you ready to push one more time, honey?” Helen asked, “Here we go, on three: 1... 2... 3!”

You let out a final scream and then collapsed back onto the pillows, trying to catch your breath. As the room fell silent, the innocent cries of your and Natasha’s baby filled the air.

"It's a boy!" Helen exclaimed with joy.

Tears welled up in your eyes as you looked at Natasha, who was also crying. It was more emotion than you had ever seen Natasha show before.

Helen held up your son for both of you to admire. His little head was adorned with the beginnings of red hair.

"He's absolutely perfect," Nat exclaimed with a radiant smile as she affectionately kissed your temple.

Thor carefully cut the umbilical cord, and then Helen gently passed the newborn over to Laura, who began to clean him up.

Overwhelmed with emotion, you exclaimed, "He's so tiny! Where'd he go?"

Natasha reassured you, "It's okay. They're just wrapping him up," as she wiped away her tears. Concerned for the baby's well-being, you cautioned, "Okay, well, be careful with him. He's really tiny!”

Moments later, Laura tenderly announced, "Here he is," and placed your precious son on your bare chest, swathed in a soft blanket.

"Hi, baby boy," you whispered, tears streaming down your cheeks. "I know you."

As your voice reached his ears, his little Y/E/C irises opened, revealing a world of innocence and wonder.

At that moment, gazing at your son, you experienced a love so profound it felt as though your heart had been laid bare.

Natasha tenderly kissed his head and softly murmured, “Dobro pozhalovat' v mir, moy malen'kiy mal'chik.” (Welcome to the world, my little boy).

We’ll give you a few minutes," Helen said with a reassuring smile as she closed the door behind her. In the serene stillness that followed, the only sound was the gentle cooing of your precious newborn son.

“I can't believe he's finally here,” you said.

"I know. He’s so beautiful," Natasha said, her gaze fixed on the newborn.

"It looks like he’s going to take after his Mama," you chuckled, running your hand over the delicate red hairs sprouting from his scalp.

"Yes, but look at his eyes—sparkling Y/E/C like yours. Wow," Nat said.

You remarked, "I guess this narrows the names down, then."

Nat sighed in relief, "Thank goodness I don't have to explain to my sister why we didn't choose Yelena."

Looking into your wife's eyes, you asked, "So what do you think?"

*^~^*

A short while later, a gentle knock on the door signaled Helen's arrival as she peeked inside. "Hey, you three. I need to conduct a few routine tests, and there are some eager people outside who can't wait to meet your son."

"Please, come on in, everyone," you welcomed them.

You couldn't hold back the tears as you witnessed the heartfelt expressions on their faces as they laid eyes on your baby boy. It was as if he instantly captivated them, just as you were when you first saw him.

"Oh, my goodness," Laura exclaimed as Clint enveloped Natasha tightly. Tears glistened in his eyes as he held his best friend close.

"He's beautiful, Natasha," Yelena said, her eyes brimming with tears. "Privet, malen'kiy plemyannik," she whispered (hello, my little nephew).

"He's so cute, Y/N! Oh my gosh," Kate exclaimed as your son wrapped his tiny hand around your finger.

"He is lovely," Thor added, his voice filled with warmth. "Strong and brave, like his mothers."

Cooper, Lila, and Nathaniel gathered around you, admiring the newborn in your arms.

"Everyone," Natasha began, her hand resting lovingly on your back. "We have someone special we'd like you to meet.”

“This is Nikolai Odison Romanoff," you announced with a proud smile.

"Nikolai! What a beautiful first name," Clint exclaimed, wiping his eyes. "It suits him perfectly."

"Oh, my, Odison," Thor said wide-eyed. "Ladies, this is an honor fit for someone else. I wasn't even supposed to be here, I—"

"But you were, Thor. You were here when I needed someone the most," you said, looking at him with gratitude. "We'll never forget what you did for us."

The God of Thunder exhaled, visibly touched by your kind words. "I'm truly honored, Y/N. Thank you," he said, kissing your cheek.

Excuse me, ladies," Helen said, "May I borrow him for a moment? We'll be right back.”

Nikolai began to cry at the loss of contact with you, and the sound tugged at both your and Natasha's heartstrings. "It's okay, little one. It's okay," Helen soothed him.

Then, looking up at your wife, you added, "There is something else we wanted to ask.

“Clint and Laura, we would be honored if you would be Nikolai’s godparents,” Natasha said.

“Of course!” Clint declared.

“Nothing would make us happier,” Laura added.”

The couple hugged you both in appreciation as Helen returned with Nikolai.

“You have a healthy little boy on your hands! Born March 31st, 2024 at 7:23pm. He weighs five pounds and eight ounces and measures 16.5 inches long," she said as she gently placed your son in Natasha’s arms. "He's a bit small, but that is because he was impatient and arrived a bit early," Helen explained with a warm smile. "Nothing to worry about.”

Natasha cradled the baby in her arms, swaying gently back and forth as a soft yawn slipped from his tiny lips.

“We’ll spend the night here, but I want to bring Mom and Nikolai back to the compound tomorrow. I want to perform a thorough examination in my lab before sending you all home.” Helen explained.

"Of course, whatever you think is best," you agreed.

Natasha nodded in approval before a sudden realization struck her. "Oh, Mom and Dad! They're on their way here."

"They can join us if you'd like," Helen suggested.

"That would be great," you said. "Right, Nat?"

"Yeah, great," Natasha said, her mind racing as she tried to imagine the chaos of the Quinjet flight home with Alexi and Melina.

Yelena couldn't help but burst into laughter, fully aware of what her sister was thinking, until Kate elbowed her in the ribs.

"We'll leave you all to get some rest," Helen said. "I'll be outside if you need anything, and I'll be back in a little while to help you with breastfeeding him.”

"Thank you, Helen, and all of you, for everything," you said, feeling the exhaustion and emotions of the day overwhelming you as tears began to fall.

After exchanging warm embraces, everyone exited the room, leaving you and Natasha in peaceful solitude with your precious newborn son, savoring the tender moment.

Natasha gently settled Nikolai in Nathaniel's bassinet, a family heirloom lovingly retrieved from storage by Clint and Laura. As your little one drifted into a peaceful slumber, you both couldn't help but marvel at the miracle of life, watching his tiny chest rise and fall with each breath. It was a moment you never wanted to forget.

“Rest, detka. I'll take care of Nikolai," Nat offered, her voice filled with warmth and reassurance.

"I can stay up; it's fine. You should rest," you insisted, determined to take responsibility.

"Y/N, you've just brought new life into the world. You deserve to rest for the rest of your life," Nat chuckled, her eyes filled with affection and concern.

She settled beside you on the bed and enveloped you in a comforting embrace.

"Look at your face," Nat suddenly remarked, her expression softening with genuine admiration.

"I must look a mess," you replied, a tired smile tugging at your lips.

"No, Y/N, you look absolutely beautiful," Nat insisted, her words filled with sincerity. "I've never seen your face more radiant than it is right now.

Natasha's soft lips met yours in a tender kiss, and in that moment, you felt the truth of her words resonate deep within you.

*^~^*

The following day, Laura prepared a delicious breakfast and brought it to you and Natasha in bed. Both of you had barely gotten any sleep with Nikolai waking up every couple of hours. Despite feeling utterly exhausted, you didn't mind one bit. This weariness stemmed from the joy of caring for your precious newborn son on his very first night.

Twenty minutes later, the tranquil moment was interrupted by familiar voices outside. Natasha gently pulled the curtain back to glimpse her parents making their way up the front porch steps.

Yelena strode into the room with her arms folded and a mischievous smile on her lips. "Brace yourselves," she teased, "The grandparents have arrived.”

"Where's my little guy?" Alexi eagerly shouted as he entered the room.

"Shh!" Natasha hushed him with a grin, motioning to Nikolai nestled in her arms. "Oh, look at him!" Alexi whispered in awe.

"Mom, Dad, this is Nikolai,” Nat said, wiping a tear from her eye.

"He's beautiful, Natalia," Melina murmured.

"May I hold him?" Alexi asked eagerly.

"Of course," you replied, carefully passing the baby to Alexi. The sight of the mighty Red Guardian tenderly cradling your newborn son made you smile.

"Hello, Nikolai. I'm your dedushka," Alexi said affectionately. "You're so adorable; yes, you are."

As he spoke, Nikolai slowly opened his eyes, and you could have sworn you saw your father-in-law's heart swell with love.

Alexi gently placed the baby in Melina’s arms. Your mother-in-law had always been a complex and enigmatic figure. She was one of the longest-tenured widows, and her resilience made her one of the strongest women in your eyes. As she cradled your newborn son in her arms, a single tear traced its way down her cheek, revealing a depth of emotion and vulnerability that you had never seen before.

Yelena inched toward you and whispered, “He won them over faster than you did.”

*^~^*

The next morning, Thor joined in to assist with packing while Clint hurried to the store to purchase an infant car seat for Nikolai. You were a family of two when you arrived, and you were leaving a family of three.

After a swift diaper change, Natasha placed your precious bundle of joy in his carrier. "Time to head home, Nik," you said, taking his tiny hand in yours.

You bid farewell to everyone and securely placed Nikolai's carrier beside you on the Quinjet.

Nat smiled as she prepared the Quinjet for takeoff. Your first Quinjet ride," she said. "You're already an overachiever, moy sladkiy mal'chik" (my sweet little boy).

Your phone suddenly vibrates with a flurry of notifications.

"The team group chat is blowing up, sweetheart," you informed Natasha, showing her your phone.

Nick Fury: Congratulations on the arrival of your precious son, Nikolai! It's heartwarming to see the Avengers family welcoming the newest member. Everyone at SHIELD looks forward to meeting him and supporting you and Natasha.

Steve Rogers: Hey, Y/N and Nat, huge congratulations! I'm so excited to meet Nikolai, the newest addition to our Avenger family. 🎖️

Wanda Maximoff: Congratulations to you both! All those cliches, those things you hear about having a baby and motherhood—all of them are true. And all of them are the most beautiful things you will ever experience. I’ll drop off some food for you both in the morning. 🥰

Clint Barton: Hey, Y/N! Make sure Nikolai is securely fastened in his infant carrier. I hope he sleeps the whole way back. If he gets fussy, let Nat know to ask FRIDAY to turn on the cabin pressure stabilization. It's a feature I insisted Stark add to the Quinjet after SHIELD found out I had kids. You're welcome. 😏

Laura Barton: I know things didn't go as planned, but I'm grateful we could share in your special day, Y/N. Nikolai is absolutely beautiful! Please let Nat know that I'll give her a call tomorrow. 😊

Tony Stark: Rushman! Y/L/N! Congratulations on the arrival of your precious son. Nikolai will bring you endless joy and fulfillment and become your favorite reason to lose sleep for the rest of your lives. 😉

Pepper Stark: Congratulations! I'm so happy for you and Nat. I can only imagine how incredible it must feel to look into Nikolai's eyes and feel like everything is right in the world. Please don't hesitate to reach out if there's anything I can do to help. Sending lots of love! ❤️

Bruce Banner: I'm truly sorry I couldn't be there; I’m thrilled for you and Natasha. I can't wait to meet Nikolai! 💚

Maria Hill: Congratulations, Y/N and Nat, on the arrival of baby Nikolai Odison! I can't wait to meet the little bundle of joy and see those tiny fingers and toes. The name Nikolai Odison Romanoff is absolutely beautiful. I spoke with Thor this morning, and the honor deeply moved him. 🥹

Thor Odinson: I am incredibly grateful to have been present for the birth of your son, Nikolai Odison Romanoff. Your decision to include me in this momentous occasion is a great honor, and I want to assure you that I will always be there to support and care for all of you. The arrival of Nikolai is a joyous event, and I am committed to being a steadfast presence in his life. ⚡

Peter Parker: Y/N! Congratulations on the arrival of Nikolai! I'm so thrilled for you and Nat. What does he look like? Does he have your hair or Natasha’s? What color are his eyes? I'm already thinking about all the adventures we'll have with him. I'm going to text Nat right now. I can't wait to meet him! 💙

Yelena Belova: Give my little nephew a kiss and hug from me. Also, heads up - Mom and Dad are considering staying with you for eight weeks to help care for Nikolai. Happy Parenting! 😂

Kate Bishop: Yelena is sitting next to me, and she can't stop laughing, so I'm going to assume that everything is going well. Please give Nikolai a kiss and hug from me! 🩵

*^~^*

You and Natasha stood together at the front of the Quinjet, the hum of the engines surrounding you as the aircraft soared safely through the sky.

“Nikolai is sound asleep. I don't think your parents have taken their eyes off our son since they got here,” turning around to see Melina and Alexi lovingly admiring their grandson.

Nat lovingly reached for your hand. “Our son,” she repeated with a big smile.

Nat took her place in the pilot's seat and turned off the autopilot as you settled in beside her.

"Come on, Y/N. Let’s go home.”

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y/n: *sitting in natasha's lap with their face in her boobs*

tony: *walks in* uhhhhh......... what's going on?

clint: nothing really. y/n just lost energy *continues to read his magazine*

tony: that still doesn't explain the whole *points at nat and y/n*

wanda: oh! think of it as a charging port, but for lesbians

kate: *is sad* i wish i was a lesbian *pouts*

yelena: you are. dumb suka

kate: then where are my booby-chargers?

y/n: *gets off natasha and holds their arms out to kate*

kate: *gets giggly and runs over to y/n*

tony: im not even going to entertain that with a follow up question

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Tattoos for troubled minds | n romanoff

Summary: Natasha struggles to trust anyone when it comes to touching her body. But that becomes rather difficult when a tattoo idea comes into her mind that she just can’t shake

Warnings: mentions of scars, tattoo needles, slight internalised homophobia

wc: 3.6k

note: I don’t actually have tattoos (despite wanting one so badly) so this is probably really inaccurate. I do apologise if this doesn’t make sense. also, I hate this so much but the guilt of not posting is eating me alive so I’m sorry

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Natasha was a quiet soul. She kept to herself, usually sitting at her own table in the Shield cafeteria, eyes focused on her plate of food as she ate quickly, just wanting to get out of there. None of the other agents dared make conversation with her, too spooked by her fighting skills to approach. But that didn’t bother her. Her hyper independence made her hesitant to trust people.

Clint was the only one she spoke to outside of working hours. They weren’t exactly friends, but she tolerated him enough to flash a small smile if she saw him in the hallways or feel slightly relaxed if they were paired for missions together.

And he liked her too, especially since her first words had been a jab at his choice of weapon.

“Bow and arrow? What did you do, get your training in a forest?”

But he didn’t take offense to it. After all, he’d made the call to save her and she owed him her life. Which is how, two years later, she was sprawled on his couch, chewing on take out pizza for the second time that week with a scowl.

“I think I want a tattoo.”

Clint frowned at her, wondering where her brain cells had disappeared to. “What?”

“You know, the permanent drawing-“

“Yes I know what a tattoo is Tasha,” he rolled his eyes at her teasing smirk, already over her sarcasm. “But you know it’s a bad idea for spies to have unique markings like that.”

Natasha shrugged, tugging up her sleeve to reveal a strange shaped scar across her bicep. “I’d say I’ve got enough of those naturally. And it would be hidden on my ribs or something.”

Clint just shook his head and turned back to his food. He was used to Natasha’s odd comments and her tattoo phase probably wouldn’t last in his eyes. Just like her ‘wanting to be blonde’ phase didn’t.

But it didn’t end. A month later and Natasha had fallen down the rabbit hole that was tattoo designs on pinterest, courtesy of a fellow agent who introduced her to the app. She didn’t understand it at first, but now it was 3am and her tablet screen was still glaring bright in her face, a plethora of images scattered across her screen.

She saved a couple to a board, now set on design and placement, before placing it to one side with a grin on her face. Natasha climbed out of bed and padded over to her mirror, pulling up her shirt and smiling softly to herself. But the dim lamplight made her scars glisten and she caught herself, a sudden feeling of repulsion shuddering through her body. She looked like a freak and no tattoo artist would want to go near that. Her scars weren’t normal and she wasn’t ready for the questions yet.

Tears glazed her eyes over and her arms snaked across her stomach, her reflection in the mirror now blurry. Even as the salty tears dripped down her cheeks and soaked the collar of her shirt, she didn’t step away, too engrossed with how disgusting she felt in her body.

That stubborn hope that the redroom failed to squash out had ignited inside her once more, except this time she just wanted to laugh at it. Natasha would never be normal. She was what they’d made her into, and a tattoo was never going to change that.

Clint noticed the change in her demeanor when she sat down at breakfast. Natasha barely engaged in her usual small talk, more focused on her food in front of her.

“Did you do anymore tattoo research yesterday?” He asked, knowing that would catch her attention. But instead of the usual spark, she remained dejected, stirring her yogurt half heartedly.

“Yeah,” came her response, albeit rather forced.

“There’s probably a lot of places in DC that would kill to tattoo a shield agent.” Nat shot him a look. “Just saying!”

“Sure. But I don’t think I can anymore.”

Clint looked at her with a frown. “Why not?”

Natasha just looked down and tugged at her sleeve, suddenly feeling exposed in her tight fitting suit. The image in the mirror from last night came into her mind and she pushed her food away, no longer hoodie. And beside that, she didn’t trust people she worked with, so how would she trust a complete stranger to add something permanent on her body? Getting a tattoo would be nothing but a dream for her, she knew that, but it still crushed her.

Clint studied his best friend for a moment in thought, before he placed his hand gently on her arm. “I might know someone who can help.” Natasha looked up, now interested. Her face was still stony but Clint knew she was excited. “A friend of Laura’s, we helped her out even before you came here.”

“An agent?” Clint hadn’t mentioned anyone like that before and it confused Natasha.

But Clint shook his head. “No, nothing like that. She came to Laura and I when she was a teenager and had nowhere else to go. And you know my wife-“

“Can’t let anyone suffer,” Natasha finished for him, warmth spreading in her stomach at the thought of the soft woman she’d grown to adore. Laura really did have the biggest heart out of everyone.

“Exactly that. Y/n was fourteen, I think, parents kicked her out of the house. How she got to ours, I’ll never know, but she just appeared on the doorstep one night and Laura melted at the sight of her.” Clint’s expression softened at the memory. “But anyway, what I’m saying is that she’s a tattoo artist. She’s got trust issues just like you and I think she’ll help.”

Natasha scowled at the last part, wanting to protest his comment. But she knew he was right; her trust issues were what got her into this mess in the first place.

“But she’s a kid?”

“No, almost the same age as you,” Clint said with a laugh. “You’ll like her, but she can be a little scary.”

“Scarier than me?”

Clint smirked. “Oh, you’d be surprised. That glare of hers rivals yours.” This vague description intrigued Natasha and Clint could see the cogs turning in her mind. “She knows what we do and she’s seen my scars. Trust me, they won’t put her off.”

Natasha’s head shot up, staring at her best friend with confusion. Was she that easy to read? Or did he just know her too well?

~~~

With the news of her favourite girls coming back home, Laura had been in a frenzy of cleaning and preparing. Clint had texted to say he was only minutes away so she left the dishes to soak and headed to the porch, anxiously staring at the track beside their house as she waited.

Anyone would have thought she was married to Natasha over Clint by the difference in reactions she gave them. Sure, Clint got a kiss and a hug, but Natasha truly got the special treatment, with Laura scanning her to make sure she wasn’t injured and quizzing her about how she was. Poor Clint was left to grab their bags as the women disappeared into the farmhouse.

Tea was poured and snacks were eaten in the cosy kitchen before the doorbell rang and Laura excused herself, leaving an anxious Natasha on her own for a moment. Muffled voices could be heard but she tried to go against her instincts of listening in and instead busied herself with a loose thread on the tablecloth. She heard footsteps approaching and turned in her chair, ignoring the way her heart thumped loudly in her chest.

The woman who walked in the kitchen doorway was stunning, Natasha couldn’t deny it, and her eyes darted to the patchwork of tattoos that littered her exposed arms. Their eyes met, and Natasha swore she could see the walls up in the other woman’s mind. But it didn’t scare her off. No. It brought her a weird sense of comfort and her body started to relax.

Clad in a black cropped tank and black cargo pants, Y/n hesitated in the doorway, duffle bag slung over her shoulder hitting the wall gently. Laura appeared behind her, gentle hands falling to her shoulders.

“Y/n, this is Natasha, the one I told you about.” The y/h/c girl made no effort to move. “She’s Clint’s partner.” Clearly not much of a talker, Y/n just nodded, not hiding the fact she was scanning Natasha from head to toe. She didn’t trust strangers, but she trusted Laura and Clint who seemed to love Natasha. So maybe she wasn’t a threat.

“Hi, you can call me Nat if you want.” No one called her Nat except Laura, but it was a feeble attempt to make the atmosphere more comfortable. Another nod came but Laura smiled.

“Do you want to go set up? All of your stuff is still exactly where you left it,” Laura addressed Y/n who adjusted the grip on her bag and disappeared down the hall without a word. Natasha’s eyebrows raised at Laura who watched her go, a fond look in her eyes. “She does speak, I promise.”

Natasha shook her head, brushing her off. “It’s fine, don’t worry. I can tell you care about her a lot.”

“She’s like a daughter to me, kind of like you are.” Natasha’s cheeks flushed at that. “She doesn’t have anyone except us, so I worry. She’s a real sweetheart though, she’s just been through a lot. Kind of like someone else I know.”

“I’ll be kind, don’t worry.”

Laura couldn’t help but smile as she stirred her tea. “Oh I know. She already likes you, you don’t need to worry about that.”

Natasha let out a sigh and started to play with the hem of her zip up jacket. It suddenly felt real, the whole tattoo thing. And whilst she weirdly trusted Y/n, it didn’t help ease her nerves any less.

The redhead sensed a new presence before she spotted her, standing in the doorway just like she was before.

“Ready when you are, Nat.” Her voice was slightly raspy from lack of use and she spoke quietly, almost as if she was scared she’d get into trouble. Natasha smiled softly at the sound of her nickname and squeezed Laura’s hand before she followed the y/h/c girl down the hallway of the house she considered her second home.

Clint’s office had been turned into a makeshift tattoo studio with all new equipment and furniture decorating the small space. The tattoo bed had a fresh paper layer on top and Y/n gestured for Natasha to take a seat.

“Ok, do you have an idea of what you want? And where?” Y/n sat down at a small table and picked up her pen before looking at Natasha expectantly.

“I’ve got a couple of reference pictures on my phone.” The small device was handed over and Y/n swiped between them, nodding in approval before setting it down. “The last one is just for placement ideas.”

“I’ll work up a sketch and you can tell me what needs changing.” Luckily Natasha’s design was incredibly simple and it didn’t take long for Y/n to hold up her page.

Natasha slid off the bed and slowly walked over, not wanting to startle the skittish girl. But Y/n just moved over, clearly welcoming the redhead into her space.

“I love that a lot,” Natasha praised, studying the simple lines. “But maybe it could be a bit smaller.”

“I can scale it down when I make the stencil, no problem. But is the design alright? Remember, it is permanent so I want you to be completely happy with it.”

Natasha studied it for a moment, a smile tugging at her lips as she imagined it on her body. Y/n had talent, anyone could see that even from such a simple drawing, and Natasha nodded before she slid the notebook back to her.

“I love it, I really do.”

Y/n nodded, grabbing her stencil paper from a drawer by her leg. She wordlessly began making the stencil and Natasha took this as her cue to return to her seat. She peered around the room, admiring a few pictures that were on the walls. Incredibly complicated tattoos which she guessed Y/n had done.

The young girl sketching away in the corner thoroughly interested her and something inside Natasha was drawn in. She wanted to get to know her because aside from the shy and hesitant exterior she was effortlessly cool and seemed sweet. Maybe Y/n could be the start of Natasha’s project to make friends.

“If you lie back on the seat and lift your shirt, we can make sure this is exactly how you want it before I start.”

Natasha took a deep breath and slowly lifted her shirt and lowered the waistband of her sweatpants so her hip bone was exposed. She shivered despite the room being warm, fully aware that her nastiest scar was on full display on her lower stomach.

But Y/n didn’t care. Or at least she didn’t make it obvious if it bothered her. “Is it ok if I touch your hip?” She asked, looking Natasha straight in the eyes. The redhead almost melted at her words, not used to ever being asked that question.

“Of course, do what you need.” Y/n’s fingers were soft and delicate as she placed the stencil on Natasha’s skin. She didn’t touch anywhere she didn’t need to and worked quickly, making sure it was fully stuck down before stepping back to allow Natasha to step over to the mirror.

Although it wasn’t permanent, Natasha’s heart was racing as she saw the way the black ink stood out against her pale skin. The symbol was small but perfect in her eyes, and she turned back to Y/n with a grin.

“It’s perfect!”

“Then I’ll get started.”

Due to the design being so small, it took no more than fifteen minutes for Y/n to complete. Her hand was incredibly steady and Natasha’s pain tolerance was so high she barely felt it. The room was silent aside from the faint buzzing, no conversation stemming from either woman. Questions spiralled around Natasha’s head but she knew this wasn’t the place to ask them.

Completely lost in her head, Natasha failed to notice the silence or the fact that her hip bone was no longer burning. Y/n kept working, wiping away the excess ink and making sure she hadn’t missed a spot. But it was perfect, as usual, and she gently tapped Nat on the thigh to snap her out of her head.

“You’re now free to look.”

Natasha grinned and hopped off the bed, holding up her shirt again as she looked in the mirror. Tears almost sprung to her eyes as she admired the finished product, and they probably would have tumbled down her cheeks if she had been alone.

A small spider sat on the front of her hip, legs slightly bent. It looked so delicate on her skin and for the first time in her entire life, Natasha actually liked looking at herself in the mirror.

“It’s so beautiful,” she began to ramble, unable to tear her eyes away. “You’ve got real talent Y/n, I can’t thank you enough. It’s so perfect.”

Y/n blushed and couldn’t stop the smile that graced her lips, catching Natasha’s eyes in the mirror and making the redhead freeze.

Her smile.

The young woman hadn’t smiled the entire time she’d arrived, but seeing her now was like a breath of fresh air. Smiling looked so good on her and Natash couldn’t get enough.

“If you want to show Laura, you can, but you’ll need to come back so I can wrap it safely.” Natasha glanced at her new addition and nodded, but hesitated once she was by the door.

“I think you should come too. The artist and her artwork.” Natasha spoke with a smirk and Y/n couldn’t ever imagine saying no to that woman. So she nodded again, her usual response, and meekly followed her back down the hall, pulling off her gloves as she walked.

Laura was already waiting for them in the kitchen and she placed her reading glasses in her hair to get a good look at Natasha who still hadn’t dropped her shirt down. She’d never seen the Russian with such a wide grin before, her usual collected expression completely out of the window.

“It looks beautiful, Nat, truly. You did such a good job Y/n.”

“You never told me how talented she is!” Natasha stepped to the side to allow Y/n to come forward, but the humble woman stayed where she was, already hating the attention. She didn’t see her art as talent, more like a form of escapism. But it made people happy and that was all she wanted.

“I wanted you to see for yourself,” Laura replied. “And besides, she never believes me when I tell her how good she is.”

“You’re really easy to tattoo. You don’t squirm or cry like other people do, so really I should be thanking you.” Laura was taken aback by Y/n’s comment, not used to more than three words coming out of the girl’s mouth. But the more she observed her, the more she saw her change. The darkness she’d noticed since Y/n was a teenager had lifted a little and she seemed a lot less guarded, looking over at Natasha with a soft expression.

And Natasha looked back at her just the same, purely in awe of how gentle she was. As Y/n gestured for them to return to the office and offered to hold Nat’s shirt, Laura felt like squealing like a child.

Two of her favourite people in the world had found each other and, despite both being so broken and fragile, fit together so perfectly it was like they were made for each other.

Natasha was strong enough and sure of herself enough for the both of them, and Y/n treated her with such delicacy and care that it slowly broke away Natasha’s trust issues and allowed her to open up. And Natasha’s protective nature came out around the other woman, wanting to keep her safe from the world.

With a quick word about going to show Clint, Natasha disappeared into the front yard with her newly wrapped hip, leaving Y/n to find Laura again. The older woman welcomed her with a hug and pulled a chair close to her own.

“You like her, don’t you?”

Y/n kept her gaze on the crossword Laura was doing, not wanting her eyes to give her away if she looked up. “She’s nice.”

“Hey,” Laura said softly, carefully taking Y/n’s hand in her own. She didn’t miss the way she flinched but unfortunately she was used to that by now. “You’re not back there. You’re allowed to like her if that’s what you want and feel. She’s a good person, but so are you, you don’t need to be scared.”

Y/n’s eyes followed where their hands were clasped up to Laura’s face, trying to find any hints that showed she was lying. But all that came back was the soft and caring face she’d grown to love, one that didn’t lie to her and didn’t hate her for who she was.

“I don’t like her like that.” Call her a hypocrite for lying, but Y/n had her reasons. Loving a woman was still unnatural in her eyes, despite her contrasting feelings that longed for it.

“Y/n…” Laura’s ‘mom’ tone was one she was used to and she knew she was caught out. “I’m not asking you to tell me now, but you deserve happiness, as does she. And I haven’t seen either of you that relaxed in a really long time. So please don’t push her away.”

Y/n didn’t know what to think. How could she? Her whole life had centred around hating who she was, so how could anyone ever like her like that? It messed with her head and Laura could see that.

But what was Natasha if not a life saver. She came strolling into the kitchen, her tshirt now tucked up into the band of her sports bra to allow her tattoo to be on full display. Y/n smiled slightly at the sight.

Sinking down into the chair beside her, Natasha noticed the clasped hands of the women and wondered what she’d interrupted. But that wasn’t her place to ask, so she turned to Y/n.

“How can I pay you? How much do you charge?”

Y/n shook her head frantically, pulling her hand away from Laura. “Nothing, honestly. You’re a friend, it’s no big deal.”

“Absolutely not. If you won’t take money, at least let me repay you another way.”

“Nat-“

“Dinner? How about you let me take you to dinner next week. You’re from the city, right?” Y/n nodded, her brows creasing. She turned to Laura for help but the older woman just smiled widely and nodded, giving her as much non verbal encouragement as she could. “Please, Y/n?”

She’d said yes before she could even process what was going on. After all, they were just friends going to dinner. People in the movies that she’d seen did it, so she could too.

What was so wrong with that?

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The (Wo)Man Who Can't Be Moved

Pairings : Natasha Romanoff x GN/Fem!Reader

Summary : Natasha's your ex-girlfriend, she broke up with you without giving you a solid reason as to why. Obviously, you want her back. One problem, she's unofficially dating Bucky Barnes. So you decided to solve it with a little performance.

Warnings : Angst, Fluff, Hopeful Ending (?), Swearing I think, reader is mostly gender neutral but i envisioned it as a fem!reader soooo, pls tell me if u see anything else

Note : I rlly wanna make a part 2 of this, lmk what u guys think thooo

Word Count : almost 2k

Save My Tears - Part 2

Tony decided to host another one of his famous Stark parties. This time, his excuse was that you are single again, and that Natasha and Bucky had something going on. What he didn't know was you and Natasha didn't quite end in good terms, cause she broke up with you. And of course... that you still miss her so god damn much.

So there you were, in your room, mentally preparing yourself to see the love of your life with her soon to be boyfriend. You didn't want to go, you absolutely wanted to just run away. But you couldn't. You had to show that the break up didn't affect you as much as they thought it did, even if it really did.

A knock on your door pulled you out of your thoughts.

"Come in." The door opened and revealed a redhead. You smiled sadly at the woman, it wasn't your redhead. It was Vision's.

"I told you I'm fine, Wands." You tried your best to give her a genuine chuckle. Wanda didn't seem to be convinced though.

"You look good, L/N. Trying to impress somebody?" Wanda said as she leaned against the closed door of your room.

"You already know the answer to that." You said as you shook your head, standing up to apply perfume.

"Just tell her, Y/N/N. I mean, you should shoot your shot before it's too late. I heard Buck's gonna ask her to be his girlfriend officially tonight." Wanda announced, watching you intently as you try desperately to calm your nerves.

"What am I supposed to say, Wands? Please take me back, I miss you so much, I know you broke up with me but I want you back?" You sarcastically said as you scoffed. "Plus, I don't wanna ruin what she has with Bucky. She must like him so much if she made their relationship public within three days of seeing each other."

"She isn't happy with him, and we both know that. I care about Natasha too, Y/N, I want her to be atleast happy with who she's with. Plus, how can you know she doesn't want you back if you haven't even asked?" Wanda asked with a raised brow. You didn't dare to make eye contact, just staring at the perfume bottle on your hand. "Think about it, alright?"

Wanda left your room, leaving you alone with more thoughts than you had 30 minutes ago.

Stark decided to go to the next level for this party. He had a stage in the middle of the living room, a bunch of speakers, and a mic stand.

The party was more lively than normal. Everyone was teasing the future couple, much to your annoyance. Natasha and Bucky were the center of attention.

Apparently, Bucky loves getting all that recognition and attention, but deep down you know Natasha doesn't. Your ex-girlfriend loves parties, but she doesn't like it when she's the center of attention. Bucky doesn't seem to know it considering he's showing her off like she's just a trophy.

You sat at the bar, alone, drinking your Aunt Roberta cocktail. Clint approached you, Tony right behind him. You didn't acknowledge them, just continuing to watch the 'It Couple' as Tony calls them.

"You okay, Y/n?" Clint asked with a small smile. You're guessing he didn't know what happened, you didn't know if Natasha told him how she broke your heart. You just nodded in response, drinking down the last of your cocktail.

"They're such a nice couple, right? Natasha and Bucky? I'm not glad you and Nat broke up but I'm glad they found each other." Tony said with a grin, oblivious to the fact that you want to punch him in the face.

"Mhm." You responded with another nod. You couldn't do this sober, but the alcohol wasn't doing anything.

"Hey, Y/N, you should sing! You have a great voice, right!? You used to sing for Natasha when you were still together!" Tony slurred out, obviously intoxicated now. Clint nodded in agreement, both trying to convince you to sing.

You didn't want to, you weren't in the right mood to put on a show.

However, when your eyes drift to Natasha and Bucky slow dancing to your song, 'Wonderful Tonight' by Eric Clapton, the same song you two always danced to, you snapped.

You cleared your throat to steal Tony and Clint's attention. You stood up and fixed your suit's jacket. The polo you were wearing underneath had three buttons unbuttoned, showing just enough for men and women to go wild.

"I'll go sing, Anthony. The tablet beside the mic is connected to the speakers, right?" You asked as Tony nodded eagerly. He always liked it when you sang, saying you had a specific vibe he couldn't get from other singers.

Before you could fully walk away, Clint shouted at you, making you turn around and raise a brow at him.

"Go get your girl back." He mouthed then winked. You rolled your eyes at him before flipping him off.

When you reached the stage, Steve got off and handed you the mic with a smile. You sat down on the chair, everyone was surprisingly cheering for you. Mostly everyone's eyes were on you, excited for the song you were about to play.

You didn't dare to look into the audience, in fear of meeting those green eyes you used to call home. The fondness in them wasn't for you anymore, anyways.

"Hey, everyone. I hope y'all are having an amazing night. I do hope you enjoy these songs I'm about to play." You said as you clicked the instrumental version of the song you chose, on the tablet.

Going back to the corner where I first saw you

Gonna camp in my sleeping bag, I'm not gonna move

Got some words on cardboard, got your picture in my hand

Saying, "If you see this girl can you tell her where I am?"

(Italics are flashbacks)

Three days after Natasha broke up with you, you decided to drive to a park where you two always went on. You sat on the exact bench where you asked her to be your girlfriend. Not a lot of people walked by, it was a slightly secluded area.

You stared at the lake in front of you, watching as the ducks you always used to feed with Natasha swim towards you. One duck in particular, the one you named Nibbles, the one you considered your child, approached you and stood on your foot.

You smiled sadly at him, caressing his fluffy head.

"Hi, Nibbles. Your mama isn't here, I'm sorry. We won't show up together anymore, buddy. I still promise to visit, okay?"

People were giving you weird looks but you didn't care. You just gave the duck a piece of bread that he dipped in the lake before waddling back to you so he could eat it beside you.

And how can I move on when I'm still in love with you?

You met those green eyes while singing the particular line. You couldn't read it, it had too many emotions for you to decipher. You saw her smile faltered though. You gave her a small bittersweet smile as everyone around you was singing along to the song and nodding their heads to the beat.

'Cause if one day you wake up and find that you're missing me

And your heart starts to wonder where on this earth I could be

"Where the fuck is Y/N, Wanda?" Natasha asked, barging in the younger redhead's room.

Wanda's head snapped to her door. She saw Natasha was holding the letter you left in her room over and over again, memorizing every sentence. A few tears escaped, but she immediately wiped them away. She saw how the 'Love Always, Y/N.' was smudged, like it got wet from a teardrop.

"What do you mean, Natasha? I thought you knew she left. She's gone, Nat. She left for a no-contact mission, even Fury doesn't know when she'll be back." Wanda said flatly, standing up to kick Natasha out of her room.

"Why'd you care anyways? Miss her?" Wanda said sarcastically with an eye roll.

"She didn't tell me." Natasha murmured, stepping out of the room.

"Why would she? You broke up with her, remember?" With that, Wanda closed the door to her room, making sure to lock it.

Thinking maybe you'll come back here to the place that we'd meet

And you'll see me waiting for you on the corner of the street

You walked around the park, even walking the streets where you two would 'window shop' but you end up buying her everything she looks at. Your feet stopped when you saw the familiar ice cream parlor on the corner of the street.

You remember taking her there on your first half-anniversary, right after you two finished a mission. The mission was rough, it didn't physically hurt any of you but it did take a toll on your mental states. You wanted to cheer her up and distract her so you made up an occasion to convince her to go eat ice cream.

Policeman says, "Son, you can't stay here"

I said, "There's someone I'm waiting for if it's a day, a month, a year.

Gotta stand my ground even if it rains or snows

If she changes her mind this is the first place she will go"

Your eyes met Steve's and he gave you a small smile. He remembers it too.

It was your first winter without Natasha. You were sitting on a swing in the park right in front of the compound. No one else was there except you cause it was cold and snowing really hard.

You felt someone sit on the swing beside you. It was Steve. He gave you a small comforting smile, nodding his head to greet you.

"You can't stay here all night, Y/N. It's cold, you should come in." He said in a low voice, trying to stay as casual as possible.

"I'm fine." You said, giving him an unconvincing smile.

"You're still waiting for her?" He asked. You looked at him but he was staring ahead.

You nodded timidly. "Always."

There are no holes in his shoes but a big hole in his world

"You're my world, Natasha." You murmured into her hair. You were cuddling in bed, her head on your chest.

She looked up at you, her ethereal green eyes staring up at you, filled with adoration. She smiled, that same smile that never fails to make your heart flutter no matter how many times you've seen it.

"I love you, детка." She whispered as you leaned down to press a soft kiss on her lips.

"I love you more, my Natalia."

Going back to the corner where I first saw you

Gonna camp in my sleeping bag, I'm not gonna move

When the last note ended, some were clapping, some were silent and looking at you in worry. You furrowed your brows, realizing a tear was currently rolling down your cheek.

You saw Clint giving you two thumbs up while Wanda was smiling sadly at you. You tried looking for your redhead, but you couldn't see her anywhere. Even Bucky wasn't there.

You bit your lower lip, trying to control your emotions. Did they leave together? Were they currently having the time of their life in Natasha's bedroom? Did Natasha bring Bucky to the rooftop like you two used to? Why did she leave?

You sighed and decided that you're going to take her absence as an answer to all your questions.

She moved on.

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