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somekindofpoet · 1 year

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Missed Connection 2

Summary: A flight delay causes a chance meeting between R and Jenna Ortega

Word Count: 2.1K

A/N: Laughing at the fact that I thought I could do a one shot of anything

Part 1 Part 3

“No big deal,” you grumble under your breath, fumbling with the keys to your apartment. “Oh yeah, I was just on SNL, no big deal.”

Your Uber driver, who informed you is named Dani, ranted and raved about Jenna for the rest of the ride home. She then insisted you watch Wednesday before you even thought about texting her. The words “respect on her name” and “so fucking lucky” were cried out several times. Dani refused to drive away before you promised her you would update her on the situation. It seems you were friends now. Against your will, but she appeared serious about not leaving, so you exchanged numbers and made your promises.

Your door opens, and you take a deep breath, happy to be home. The house sitter deep cleaned before he left, and you were grateful for the smell of fresh laundry the moment you stepped in. Your cat sat, perched on the shelves above your head, watching you closely.

“Hello, Mr. Burton, wonderful to see you too,” you smile up at him, and he narrows his yellow eyes at you.

You nod and drop your bags to the side, happy to see nothing had changed in his world. You trudge into the living room and flop on the couch, sliding your phone onto the coffee table. Half of you wants to text Jenna and let her know you know who she is now. The other half is absolutely mortified at the idea of ever seeing her again. You decide you’ll watch one episode of Wednesday, then hit the hay. You can decide how to approach the Jenna situation in the morning.

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Four hours later, you’re still on your couch, valiantly fighting sleep for just one more episode. It’s 2AM, and you know you need to pack it in. She’s just so brilliant. Her version of Wednesday is quick-witted, hilarious, and naturally, insanely good looking. She’s so different from the person you ran into at the airport. She wears Jenna’s face, but that seems to be where the similarities end. Besides the straight faced sarcasm, that was a strong parallel.

Your grogginess fools you into a sense of confidence, and you finally pick up your phone. You’d already saved her number hours ago, afraid you’d lose the gum wrapper. You open a new message and type out “…” nothing. Nothing comes to mind. What do you even say to a movie star? You remember how she reacted to you calling her a big deal and decide you can’t tell her how great she is in the show. You stare at the phone, sigh, then lock it. Maybe sleep will help.

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Your phone buzzing on your pillow wakes you up. You forgot to turn on do not disturb, and now you’re paying for it. You crack open an eye and look at the name on the screen. You note that it’s 6 AM and groan as you slide the answer button.

“Sid, are you aware of the hour?”

“Good morning, sunshine! Welcome back to glamorous LA!” Sid’s voice rings through the speaker, her high-pitched singing making you wince.

“Uuuuuugh,” is all you reply, letting her know how you feel about the call.

“So I know you just got back, and yes, I know you’re supposed to be on vacay after your Nat Geo thing, but….”

“Sid, if you ask me for a favor right now, I’ll kill you.”

“Listen! Before you say no, I may have accidentally overbooked myself, and I need a favor.”

You groan, rub your eyes with your knuckles, “You need to get a scheduling assistant dude.”

“I know, but this is big. I have a thing that got moved up, and now I can’t do this Dior shoot.”

You open your eyes, your interest piqued, “Dior?”

Sid laughs, “I knew you’d like that. Uhm, just one thing though, it’s in like two hours so-“

“Sidney, are you kidding me?!” You shoot up and leap out of bed, beginning your search for decent clothes.

“I mean, if you’re late, it’ll be on me, but I knew you wouldn’t be up yet. Can you take it for me?”

You pull on a pair of black slacks and grumble, “I swear you owe me so big, Sid, like we’re talkin' drinks on you for the next month.”

“Okay love you I’ll text you the address you’re the best byyyeeee!”

You sigh as she quickly hangs up the phone and resume your search for clothes. It had been a while since you’d photographed people since you’d moved on to nature photography. The models weren’t bad; you just found the shoots boring. Everything is staged and unnatural, beautiful people in beautiful clothes with beautiful lighting. The biggest challenge to it was dealing with managers and temperamental brand agents.

You brush your teeth and tame your hair as fast as you can, gathering your camera and equipment for the shoot and hustling out the door. You paste the address from Sid’s text into your maps and peel out of your parking lot. If you hurry, you’ll make it with a few minutes to spare.

You should have known LA traffic would play you like a fiddle. You park your car four minutes before the shoot time. You’re not sure why you care if you’re late, seeing as you’re not the one who booked the shoot. But still, somewhere deep down, you want them to like your work, and no one likes a late appointment. It's for this reason you practically sprint through the parking lot and into the studio, your equipment making it nearly impossible to see.

For the second time in two days, you’re barreling into someone, knocking them on their ass and sending you flying over their body. You hit the ground with a grunt, your precious camera safely tucked into your chest. You sit up groaning, ready to spew apologies when you see who exactly you’ve run into. You think it has to be some sort of cruel joke or karmic intervention for sins from a past life.

Jenna sits up, rubbing her head, her oversized black hoodie draped across her frame. When you meet eyes, you both freeze, baffled. You gawk at her. You know you’re doing it, but you can't stop. She stares at you, her eyes narrowed in confusion.

“Is this how we’re always going to greet each other, do you think?” She asks, a smile pulling at her lips.

You grimace, “I can’t believe my luck. What’re you doing here?”

“Uhm,” she sighs, shrugs, “Working?”

You push yourself to your feet and offer to help her up, but she’s already gathering your things and piling them neatly in her arms.

“Thank you,” you tell her with a smile, “I’m working too, a favor for a friend.”

She frowns up at you, handing over your equipment, “I thought you were a nature photographer?”

“Oh, I am. Like I said, I’m doing my friend a favor. She’s an idiot and overbooked herself, so now I have to deal with models and Dior.”

Her eyebrows shoot up, her eyes bright, “Hi, it's me. I’m the model you have to deal with.”

You choke on your spit, coughing and spluttering, “You’re kidding, right? That's a joke?”

She jerks her head back, “Is the idea that horrifying?”

You're kicking yourself internally for sounding like an asshole, “No! Not at all. It’s just…I…well, to be perfectly honest, you make me a little nervous.”

A laugh escapes her throat, and she looks down at her feet, “You managed well enough yesterday.”

“Uh, yeah. I saw your billboard on the way in from the airport. You undersold yourself a bit.”

Her shoulders sag, and it makes you regret admitting it. You scramble to fix the situation.

“But! But I can pretend I never saw it. If that’s what you want. We can just act like this is some weird meet-cute again.”

She lifts her head, smirks at you, “You thought yesterday was a meet-cute?”

You blush, your eyes wide, “Oh. I…uh, yes?”

She nods, and you can see her mull over the idea. She seems to accept it because the next thing you know, you’re following her deeper inside the studio. You spot the door Sid told you to go to and follow Jenna inside. She disappears behind a mass of stylists and a curtain of clothes with a handful of other celebrity models. You work with the brand managers and review Sid’s vision for the shoot, making your own tweaks here and there. As a whole, it goes shockingly well. Like, well enough for you to reconsider your self-imposed exile in nature photography.

When the shoot ends, and you’re packing up to leave, you’re reminded why you left fashion in the first place. A throng of people wait outside the studio doors, flash cameras held high, yelling and jostling each other. They’re choking at the bit to get the best shot of Jenna and the others when they walk out the doors, like vultures waiting for their pound of flesh. It makes you sick. You stand behind the tinted glass doors, watching the mob with clear distaste.

A voice at your side surprises you, making you jump, “Day in the life,” Jenna sighs, eyeing the crowd.

You hum in agreement, looking back out the window. “You deal with this all the time?”

“Every day,” she grumbles, her eyes tired.

You decide to change the subject, turning away from the doors to look down at her.

“You were great today. You’re a natural.”

Her eyes leave the crowd and turn up to you, “I’m glad you think so, but it’s not natural. I’ve had my fair share of lessons.”

You shrug and start to walk toward the back of the building with her at your side, “Well, it seemed natural. So that’s a good thing. I’m sure I don’t need to tell you that, though, because, well, you’re here.”

She snorts, “I guess I can’t pretend being in a Dior promotion isn’t a big deal, can I?”

You give her an exasperated glance, “No. You cannot.”

When you round the corner, a man in a black suit is waiting at the back door. He opens his hand toward Jenna and dips his head, ushering her toward the exit.

“Well, this is my ride. I meant what I said yesterday, though. Text me. I’d really like to hang out, you know, when I’m not working.”

You gulp, nervous at the thought, “O-okay, yeah.”

As soon as she’s out the door, you pull your phone out, frantic to tell someone, anyone, about this. For some reason, your first thought is Dani. You get one text through to her, and she calls you immediately.

“Hey! I’m driving, can’t text. Tell me everything. Did you text her? Did you watch the show? Are you in love yet?!” Her voice comes through with road noise in the background.

You laugh, holding the phone to your ear with your shoulder as you push open the door.

“So, actually, I just photographed her at a Dior shoot. I-”

“YOU WHAT?! God, how are you the luckiest person on the planet? Tell me everything.”

And so you do. On your drive home, you tell her about not knowing what to say over text, how you accidentally bowled Jenna over again, how the shoot went, the conversation about the paparazzi, and how Jenna insisted you text her.

“So?” Dani says, and you hear a horn screeching in the background.

“So what? And are you okay? It sounds like you’ve pissed every driver in LA off.”

“Oh, don’t mind them. I’ve got a great Uber rating they can fuck right off. Did you text her? She doesn’t even have your number yet dude!”

“Oh…shit you’re right!” You yelp, not realizing that, obviously, this interaction was one sided because Jenna couldn’t reach out to you even if she wanted to.

“Okay, I know this friendship is new, but I feel like we’re close enough now for me to tell you. That's your in, idiot! You know what, I’m hanging up right now. Text her. Then tell me everything.”

The phone line dies just as you’re parking. You stare at the phone, absorbing the onslaught of information you’ve just been assaulted with. Dani may have been slightly crazy, but she was right. This was your in. You open the phone, pull up Jenna’s contact and type out a new message.

Hey! Its y/n. I just realized I have your number and never gave you mine.

Anyway, I want to take you up on your offer

I’m off for the next few weeks, so just let me know when you’re free

You stare at the phone, watch as the text bubbles turn blue and the delivered mark appears under them. You bite your lip, anxious about a reply. After a moment, you realize she’s probably an incredibly busy person and would absolutely not text you back immediately.

Jenna

Hows tomorrow sound?

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goldenempyrean · 1 year

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Could you do one where both Wanda and Nat are sick and super clingy to reader and just want to cuddle

Clingy Cuddles And Warm Snuggles

〚 Notes - This req was so cute! I loved writing it! Hopefully you enjoy reading :D 〛

〚 Summary - You come home from a mission to find that the compound’s been swept with a cold, meaning its up to you to take care of your sick girlfriends.〛

〚 Wordcount - 1720 〛

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You sighed a deep exhale of relief as the warm air of the compound met your skin. You’d just spent a long weekend up in the chilly mountains of Canada on a solo-mission so it was safe to say you were more than thankful for the warmth. However, as you made your way inside the compound, you immediately noticed something was off. The place was actually quiet?

That was something which almost never happened, there was always so form of background noise even if it was just the sounds of a distant conversation or the humming of background music. But no, it was almost silent. You shrugged and being naturally curious person that you were, you headed over the kitchen to both investigate and make yourself a snack.

Luckily as you approached the kitchen you could hear faint sounds of life. The recognisable sizzle of something frying echoed down the halls. Opening the door, you were met with the sight of Clint as he stood over the cooker, making himself some bacon and eggs. The sound of the door closing announced your entrance and the Archer turned towards you, giving you a small smile.

“Welcome back Y/N,” He came over and gave you a quick hug before pulling away to muffle a cough into his elbow, “How did everything go?”

“It went alright, glad to be back though,” You replied as you grabbed yourself rummaged around the snack cupboard before settling on a bag of Doritos, “Where is everyone though? It's so dead in here, usually you can't get a break from the noise.”

“Y’know I can make you some decent food if you’d like,” He smirked, nodding down towards your choice of snack, “and It’s been like this all weekend, Tony managed to spread around some sort of bug, and it's really knocked people out. This is the first time I’ve been up in a day or so”

“Really?” You raised an eyebrow; it definitely wasn’t like Clint to stay in bed. It wasn’t often that anyone at the compound got sick really but when they did, it always seemed to spread like wildfire, especially since you all lived in such close-contact with each other.

“Yeah, it’s been rough. Even Rodgers is down, we had to explain that cold ‘remedies’ from the 40’s weren’t exactly scientifically accurate after he tried convincing us to ‘take a good ol’ fashioned bit of whiskey’ to feel better.”

You let yourself chuckle at that, remembering how Steve first reacted to seeing a bottle of DayQuil.

While you loved catching up with Clint, you couldn’t help but miss the presence of two very special people and you found yourself asking, “Have you seen Nat or Wanda anywhere?”

Clint thought for a second, “I think they’re still up in their room, last I heard neither of them were feeling too good either so they’re probably still in bed trying to sleep this crap off.”

“Both of them?” You asked, slightly taken aback. The pair of them never got sick often, Nat had a great immune system and whenever someone was sick Wanda was always the one to go round wiping down surfaces with anti-bacterial wipes, meaning neither of them got sick that often even if there was something going round.

“Yeah, I don’t think Wanda’s excellent wet-wiping skills were enough to save her this time,” Clint sniffled lightheartly but he must’ve picked up on your anxious expression as he soon came over and gave your shoulder a quick squeeze, “I'm sure they’ll both be okay, go on, go and see them.”

You nodded, sending him a grateful smile, “Thanks Clint, hope you enjoy your bacon!” You called as you left the kitchen, setting off in the direction of your room.

It was only a quick walk to your room, as you approached the door you made sure to open it quietly, not wanting to disturb anyone inside. As light floods into the room the sight before you weren’t exactly what you were expecting.

On one side of the bed is a bundle of blankets, the main duvet and many other blankets are all tightly huddled around a shivering auburn-haired woman, only the top of her head poking out from within. In juxtaposition to this, Natasha was laid next to her on the bare mattress wearing her favourite sports bra and one of your pairs of silk shorts.

“Y/N?” Natasha mumbled as she lifted her head from the pillow. Her poor voice sounded so unbelievably hoarse.

“Hi baby, a little birdie told me you weren’t feeling too well.” You sympathised as you let the bags you had been carrying fall to the floor. To your surprise Nat pulled herself up and out of the bed and shakily padded towards you.

She’d almost reached you before swaying drastically, as she seemed to lose her balance. Luckily, you’d seen this coming and managed to catch her in your arms, wrapping one around her waist to support her closely, “Easy there, let’s get you back in bed sweetie.”

“Mm thanks,” Natasha whispered, letting you guide her back to the bed, “It’s been a while since I was this sick. My body feels all weak.”

“That bad, huh?”

To answer your question, Wanda let out a wet cough and curled herself further into her ball of blankets, the sound of which led you to go back over to your bag and taking one of the water bottles you had stored in there before placing it on the nightstand next to her, “You okay in there sweetheart?” You spoke down into her hair, pressing a small kiss to the exposed part of her forehead.

"Mmh, my body feels like it's been hit with a truck,” She sniffles as a shiver runs down her spine the feeling of your lips brush against her skin. Wanda tries to smile up at you, but there's so little strength left in her, she has trouble lifting her face from the blankets.

“Hh’iiitshoo! ‘tschioo!” Hh-Hh’tshiew!”

You looked over to see Nat sniffling thickly as she rubbed her nose against her wrist and judging from the overflowing trash can and empty tissue box next to her side of the bed, it becomes obvious that she’s going to need some more.

“Bless Natty, you want me to get you some tissues?” You cooed, as you came to sit on the edge of the bed, brushing your hand down her cheeks to move back the loose strands of hair which had fallen infront of her face, not missing the heat which radiated from her, “You feel abit feverish sweetie, have you taken your temp’ recently?

Natasha shook her head, “I took Wanda’s earlier, it was 38.6 but I haven't taken mine.”

“Awh sweetie, that’s so amazing of you to take Wanda’s but just remember that you need to look after yourself too,” You smiled, as you kissed her warm cheek, “Settle back down and I’ll go find the thermometer.”

“Hh-iishiew!”

“Bless you! I’ll get you those tissues too.”

Finding both items was easy, Nat had left the thermometer on the sink in your bathroom and a supply closet a little further down the hallway was always stocked with plenty of tissues. Coming back to the room, you placed the fresh tissue box in Natasha’s lap and shuffled up onto the bed, nesting yourself between the two women. You took Nat’s temperature first, mainly because she was the one clinging to your side and to no-one's surprise, she did have a fever.

“Wands? I need you to come out of your little blanket bundle for me sweetheart.” You coaxed her, not wanting her brain to melt inside of her head. Even if she felt freezing, you were positively sure that she was running still a fever.

Your suspicions were proven correct when she eventually wiggled herself free of the blankets to let you check her temp. Wanda coughed again as you helped her sit up, sneaking a hand down her shirt to rub small comforting circling along her back.

“You should drink some of that water baby, it’ll help.” You soothed, Wanda took your advice and took careful sips of the water. Giving a tired yawn once she’d finished, she took the opportunity to lay herself over you, resting her head on your chest.

“Comfy?” You smiled to yourself once she’d settled back down but you soon felt Nat cuddle further into your side, shuffling up so her head would rest alongside Wanda’s, the two women contently cuddling into you, craving your touch.

“I missed you.” Wanda admitted

"Missed you too, Wands" Your heartbeat quickening as the woman snuggles herself into your body. A small yawn escapes you as the two women lay in your arms. The bed creaked as you gently shifted your body, tucking in Natasha with a light arm around her shoulders, “I missed both of you.”

Nat went to mumble something only both she and Wanda sneezed simultaneously instead, earning a small noise of amusement from the red-headed spy.

"Hh-hetschioo!"

"Eiiishiew!"

“Oh, bless you, bless you! Aw, my poor sweet girls, how on earth did you both get so sick, hm?” You sighed as Wanda sneezed down in her blankets again, and surprisingly she didn’t make a fuss when you reached across to grab a tissue to wipe her nose with, “I don’t think I’ve seen either of you feel so icky.”

“Tony can't keep his gross germs to himself.” Natasha sniffled, vowing that once she was better, she’d be going over to his lab to lecture him about proper hygiene.

“Well Tony should be very afraid then.” You smirked, knowing Natasha fully intended to give the man a piece of her mind once she felt well enough but for now, she was thankful that you were here to hold her

“How about you two try and get some sleep, I bet that’d help a little.” You smiled, pressing soft kisses to their warm foreheads as they settled down. A comfortable silence settled around the three of them in the dimly lit bedroom. Their chests rise and fall with each breath as they drifted off to sleep.

Sure, you had tons of paperwork and a mission report that you should’ve been doing but that could wait. Being there to cuddle your sick girlfriends was the only true thing that mattered.

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natashasnoodle · 11 months

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any chance of a fic where y/n has been sneezing and sniffling all day and Nat realises shes coming down with a bad cold so decides to look after her 😊☺️

Sniffles and Sneezes | Natasha Romanoff x Female Reader

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Thank you for the very sweet request <3

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The first thing that you could think of that day was how it felt that you had been hit by a truck. Your eyes hadn’t even opened yet, but your throat felt scratchy, your head felt like it was being pumped full of helium, and your body ached as though you’d had a tough day at the gym, despite not having worked out for a few days thanks to meetings and reports. With a groan you lifted your arm and weakly flopped it forward, trying to search for Natasha. Usually, you would have been more gentle, but you had truly lost a decent chunk of your motor skills.

Disappointment ebbed through you with shock waves when you felt empty sheets. They were cold, so she had been gone for a while. With a great amount of effort, you rolled onto your other side and finally allowed your eyes to open, groaning even harder as the bright lights from the gap in your curtains struck your eyeballs.

Squinting thanks to the blurriness, you looked at your alarm clock. 10:37.

Great.

You were running late on starting your tasks for the day, and Nat would be finishing up training soon. It was Monday, which meant that it was Nat’s most intense training session of the week. She liked to start off incredibly strong on Mondays so that the rest of the week seemed a bit better and she would get on with it without complaining. Whatever worked for her, you guessed. You just preferred doing it consistently each day, with shorter training sessions, Natasha’s were more erratic with longer days to make up for shorter days.

Due to it being her most intense training session, you always liked to prepare breakfasts for her on Mondays, so… if you were to do that for your lovely girlfriend, you would have to get a move on. Fast.

Grunting when heaving yourself off of the bed, swaying initially, you made your way to the bathroom to brush your teeth and tie your hair up, before getting into some day clothes. You had too much to do today to continue slacking all morning, so you got into some presentable clothes and tidied yourself up.

Fake it ‘til you make it.

With a newfound (fake) pep in your step, you made your way through the compound and over to the kitchen. No one was there as they had already started their day hours ago, and you were glad that you didn’t have to make small talk whilst it felt like your head was being hit by a sledgehammer.

With the oven turned on, the coffee pot brewing, and you standing bent over with your forehead pressed into the cool counters, you thought that the morning was now on the right track. Even though it looked like you were going delusional from an outside view.

The smells from the bacon, eggs, and toast were delicious. Though unfortunately, the new smells hitting your olfactory system seemed to awaken a hoard of sneezes that came out, meaning you had to lift your head away from the soothing counter for your body to get them out of your system. Yet another groan escaped your lips after the sneezing fit, and you washed your hands to plate up Nat’s meal.

And like clockwork, Nat strolled in at 11 in her workout gear, cheeks flushed from exertion, and a big grin on her face. That was until she saw you. You thought you were being slick with hiding how you felt like crap, but it was clear. You were paler than normal, with a sticky sheen on your forehead, and your nose red from sniffing. Her smile faltered for a second but it soon came back, happy to see you.

“Hey, honey. How are you?”, she walked up to you and placed a kiss on your cheek, looking at you with concern, “You don’t look too good, you okay?”.

“I’m fine”, you dismissed her with a flick of the wrist and plated up her breakfast up with a tired grin, “Bon appetite!”, you spoke proudly and pushed the plate in front of where she was now sitting at the table. Nat didn’t believe that you were really ‘fine’, but she was hungry, she’d just trained for four hours, so she told herself she’d ask you again once she’d finished the breakfast.

Just as she picked up her cutlery and was about to happily dig into her food, you launched into another sneezing fit into your elbow across the room. Her face scrunched up slightly as she looked between you and the food, now not trusting that this plate hadn’t been sneezed on at some point. Unintentionally obviously. It hadn’t been, but Natasha didn’t know that.

So as to not offend you by throwing your food away in front of you, Nat shouted over and suggested you sit in the living room whilst she finished up and get comfy and ready for them to write their reports together. Once you agreed and left, Nat threw the food in the bin immediately, placing some kitchen roll over it so you wouldn’t see it. With haste, she ate a few granola bars to satiate her hunger and waited a few minutes so that it wouldn’t look suspicious.

The granola bars were not as satisfying as a cooked breakfast, but she wasn’t annoyed at all. You had tried your best even when clearly not feeling well, even though your pride wouldn’t admit it. Natasha expected to walk into the living room and make sure you were okay whilst the both of you got on with work, making sure you were staying hydrated and taking breaks, after all, you only looked to have a small cold.

Though when she walked in she saw you curled up on the sofa with your laptop in your lap, with you being a bright red, sweaty mess, suddenly congested and with constant sneezing. You clearly looked to be running a fever. Her eyes widened in shock at how much of a difference five minutes could make, and she rushed over to you, sitting down by your feet. “Sweetheart… are you sure you’re fine, you really are looking a little rough today, and you’re sneezing”, she looked at you with a small pout.

“I’m fine, I promise”, you spoke with a nasally voice followed by a bout of sneezing, making Nat cringe slightly as she reached for the box of tissues on the coffee table and handed it over to you. “No… no you’re not. You’re not doing any work today”, she decided for you and lifted your laptop off of your lap. If your muscles weren’t yelling at you then you would have tried to fight back.

Instead, a pathetic whine left your lips as your arms weakly lifted up to try and reach. But you failed. “Nuh uh. No arguing with me”, she looked at you with a stern look, an eyebrow raised. You wanted to protest, you really did, but your mind and body were just too worn down, and so you flopped back into the corner of the sofa with a groan. You were so out of it and felt so so ill that you didn’t even realise Natasha had gotten up from the sofa and came back moments later, you just felt your mouth being manually opened by her and a thermometer being shoved under your tongue.

You gagged slightly at the intrusion and Nat’s eyes widened as she quickly removed it, “Sorry honey, I did warn you I was about to put the thermometer in, boy you really are out of it aren’t you?”, she spoke with concern and squeezed your shoulder whilst you hummed in agreement before she placed it back in again. It was silent for about thirty seconds before the beeping sounded out and she checked the temperature and frowned. “Aw bub, yeah you’re really burning up”, she looked at you with a sad look and kissed your forehead, before lifting you to sit up and wrapping her arms around you, rubbing soothing circles onto your back as you flopped into her.

“I brought some water and cold medicine tablets, okay? I want you to take them now so that you can relax. We’re both taking the day off”. You wanted to complain, you didn't like taking a day off, and you knew that Natasha didn’t either, so that suggestion made you feel like a huge burden. But, when she sternly, yet softly said “No, no arguments on this”, you immediately folded, not having the strength to fight back harder.

With a whine of acceptance, she gently placed you back down so that you were curled up in the corner of the sofa, this time with a cushion supporting your back to keep you more upright. “Thank you”, she spoke gently and placed a kiss to your forehead, handing you the tablets and the water so that you could take them.

After swallowing the medicine you reached your arms out for her to come and cuddle you, wanting nothing more than to be snuggled up whilst feeling this ill, but when another sneeze attack came around she shook her head, “In a little bit, okay? I’m gonna make you your favourite pasta bake whilst you try and nap, and then we can snuggle and watch some TV, how’s that sound?”, she finished with a slightly more optimistic tone, almost the tone in which one would speak to a child, in order to get you to comply in your defiant sleepy state.

But you ate that shit up and nodded with tired eyes as Nat smiled and placed another kiss to your forehead before moving to the kitchen. The pasta bake would take about forty minutes, which would hopefully be enough time for you to be able to get a small nap in and regain a bit of energy.

You lay there pouting on the sofa watching your girlfriend walk away from you and teared up when realising just how much this fever was kicking your ass. Your throat felt like it had been scratched over and over again with sandpaper, and you couldn’t seem to keep at a nice temperature.

Uncomfortable was an understatement.

You needed more water, but it was on a coaster on the coffee table. With a grunt, you sat more upright and leaned towards the coffee table, but with your weak energy, you just slid right off the sofa and onto the floor. A small whimper left your mouth at how uncomfortable the position was, but you managed to reach up and grab onto the fallen cushion that was on the edge of the sofa.

It took a lot of effort, but you moved the cushion under your head and just admitted defeat. There was no way in hell you would be able to hoist yourself back up, so you lay there uncomfortably and let sleep take over.

The next thing you know, your face was being prodded by a worried Natasha. “Oh thank God, I’ve been trying to wake you up for five minutes, you were dead to the world”, she sighed out in relief and helped you back up onto the sofa. You were no help, your body had just flopped and made itself heavy, but Nat was strong so it was easy to get you back up and comfortable. She smiled at you and cupped your cheek, “You okay?”. A weak nod signalled that you were, mostly because you had no idea what was going on, but then you smelt the tomato sauce that Nat was a master at making, and the tiniest of smiles appeared on your lips.

“Yeah, dinner’s done. Came in to wake you and saw your sorry ass crumpled on the floor, I didn’t know if you’d hit your head or not, scared me to death”, she said with a small frown as she grabbed a blanket and wrapped you up in it, making sure your arms were free to be able to eat the pasta.

“Sorry”, you said with a yawn, “Just slipped and gave up”. Nat snorted as you shrugged and then placed the pasta bake into your lap and handed you the fork, before putting on Killing Eve, making you smile again before you made the dreaded ‘pre-sneeze face’. With wide eyes, Nat quickly placed a piece of kitchen roll over your food before you had the chance to sneeze all over it and ruin it. And she was glad she did, it was the biggest sneeze attack of the day.

Wearily, you laid your head back and pouted, and Nat moved the kitchen roll away. “Come on, eat up”. Her eyes were soft as she looked at you, she hated seeing you ill, and she just wanted you to be better, so she pressed play on the TV watching as your eyes lit up and you started eating, staring at the show like you were a toddler watching cocomelon. It made her chuckle slightly, not that you heard. But she was just glad to see you distracted, allowing you to momentarily forget that your immune system was at war.

After you slowly munched your way through the pasta bake, finishing about half an hour after Nat finished hers, you looked sad again. Nat cooed at you as you looked a little lost, suddenly remembering that you felt as though you were dying. “Aw come here”, she said sweetly whilst wrapping an arm around you and pulling you into her, allowing you to just drape yourself across her.

“Now we can be snuggled up for the rest of the day, yeah?”, when your response was a sneeze she grimaced slightly, realising that she was most certainly going to get sick too, but you were worth it.

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callslips · 6 months

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jock!lottie x punk!nat headcanons

in response to these curiouscats because i have TOO MUCH to say:

firstly this is just actually them. like literally them. but let's get into it

lottie has all the conventions of being a popular girl barring most of the cattiness, mix that with the fact she's part of the soccer team -- YES i am positive she wears letterman's jackets when she isn't dressed up and is friends with other sports circles - the women's tennis team, basketball team (convince she'd play pick up games with them), volleyball team ... lottie KIND OF gives a fuck about academics but i just really see her leaning into the easy way sports culture allows her to socialize and form a circle of friends.

punk nat who plays soccer and ACTUALLY genuinely gives a shit about it, even though she thinks jock-types are meatheads. like, "i play this sport because i'm fucking good at it, but half of you guys are fucking stupid." definitely an extreme music snob who sticks to her own circle of friends, burnout-looking types (though she actually values academics... doesn't really come to class but studies when absolutely NOBODY is looking, because like everyone else she needs to get the fuck out of wiskayok).

they both play for the yellowjackets and their only real interactions are on the field, lottie might wave in the hallway or try and say "hi" but nat COMPLETELY cold shoulders her

lottie has a HUGE crush on nat, talking like, this goes back to middle school years when nat was somehow still 2 cool 4 school and still wasn't giving lottie the time of day. to be fair lottie had just had a major growth spurt and was still becoming acquainted with the sudden distance from her body to the ground .. she was in no position to be trying to befriend someone she thought was a 'cool kid'.

lottie's a jock but not a fuckboy about it, down to earth but you literally wouldn't know it because she's too busy attending keggers and it LOOKS like she's flirting with half of the student body when she's just.. an extremely kind and genuine person. even if she didn't like someone, not even remotely, she would still give them the time of day.

nat sees all of this and of course runs into lottie at after-game parties but does her ABSOLUTE BEST to avoid lottie, until eventually lot gets fed up with all of this pining from afar (or taivan intervenes, deus ex machina style) and lottienat ends up partnered the whole year for their lab class or some shit.

lottie isn't an idiot by any means but she definitely pretends to be because it ends up with nat having to spend MORE time after soccer practices with her working on their projects ... yes lottie is doing the Long Con to win nat over.

nat begrudgingly starting to think lottie isn't THAT bad when she finally lets lottie give her a ride home after a late-night study sesh and finds out lottie actually has decent music taste...

ugh cue the nail painting scene nat had with kevyn except now it's for lottie when lot gets bored with all the studying and starts coloring on her nails with sharpie

they win a game and lottie is like - "Uh, good job on the field today, dude..." to nat, who just looks at her like ???. later, in the locker room, lottie stuffs her head in her locker for a solid thirty seconds wondering why she called nat 'DUDE' of all things, until van is like... "you good?"

so.. yes.. girlfailure jock lottie who can totally be suave with other people but when she talks to nat she's so nervous about sounding cool she ends up making a fool out of herself.

lottie lies and says she "totallyyyyy knows what shoegaze is." and gets caught in it - nat's like: "why would you lie about that?", not mad but genuinely wondering what the point of making that up would be?? and lottie is like, "i just thought it'd make you hate me less if i knew what it was, i dunno." and what follows is HUGE because nat, at this point, has to admit: "lottie, what? i don't- i don't hate you." and now it's lottie's turn to be like ???!!!1!2??!

cue lottie being insufferable about this. nat will say something biting and sarcastic on the field and lottie will just ruffle her hair or grin because now she knows nat doesn't mean it, and nat is like - "i never should have told you i liked you." (this is interpreted platonically) and lottie is even MORE thrilled, like, "oh, so you LIKE me? guess i'm not so much of a pain in the ass after all..." (nat has totally called her this to her face at one point or another).

it takes maybe half the year or more for van to finally be like "dudebro, just fuckin' go for it." at a party and lottie, mildly sedated by shitty beer, approaches nat when she spots her smoking a cig alone.

lottie doesn't really smoke and nat bullies her for it a little ... except lottie looks kind of hot and nat thinks LOTTIE looks kind of hot, so she offers to show lottie a "cool party trick" and they shotgun the cig smoke ... yes lottie coughs after but not from the burn, entirely from the act itself and she's SO red and nat is INSANELY endeared by this

let's just say their regular study sessions at the Matthews' estate become a little less about studying after that... and since lottie doesn't have to play nearly as clueless she jots an answer down and nat is like, "wait - what the fuck?" but lottie uses her big brown eyes to make nat forgive her, especially since it was all to hog nat to herself anyway.

they definitely don't officially come out as dating, one day lottie's just chatting with her circle of jock friends in the hallway and sees nat coming so she pulls her over and slings her arms around her, hugging her from behind, and yes, some jocks are meatheads, but these are lottie's friends and lottie is hugged up against her so... nat's not really going to complain.

in conclusion: jock!lottie wins over punk!nat by kind of being a loser, but a charming one nonetheless.

is this basically a fucking au? mini fic ? someone tell me to shut up next time

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imagine-knowing-a-name · 1 year

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until their true meaning is goodbye

summary: the avengers were your family, the ones who raised you, who supported you, who took care of you. so when did that change?

Pairing: Avengers & Teen!Reader (Specifically Natasha as a guadian)

Word Count: 2287

Warnings: Angst & abandonment

A/N: this took so long to write to make it look somewhat decent. It’s still not great but it’s as good as I’m gonna get. Anything in italics is in the past! Hope you enjoy :) Please comment and reblog! :)

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Like clockwork, the hallway’s established silence shattered with the scuffing of shoes on carpet. The scrapes and scratches only grew, carrying your lethargic frame closer to the door. And there you paused.

Though the brass had long since warmed in your palm, you stood for a few moments longer, sifting through the chain of keys. You felt your backpack’s weight sliding lower down your arm with every second, and a slight shrug did nothing to return it to place. It dropped instead, finding a new home in the crook of your elbow, dragging your arm down with it.

You let your eyes shut and rested your forehead against the door; when the thud of the bag finally dropping met your ears, you didn’t move. All you could do was sigh, before sluggishly stepping back to open the door and kicking your bag over the threshold.

Your gaze lingered on the fallen object, even as you shed your jacket, shoes, and keys. It’s not the place for it, her voice reminded you. Soon, it was back on your shoulder, as you strode towards your room. You put it down silently and left, like a ghost in your own home.

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Some people preferred libraries, or their own rooms, but for you, the kitchen was the best place to study. A room rife with disruptions didn’t seem like the most productive space, but the social aspect mitigated your stress like nothing else could.

Each Avenger was unique in their approach; Steve tip-toed through with crates of food to ensure he wouldn’t disturb you again, while Sam and Bucky acted like you weren’t there, save for an initial greeting. Tony and Bruce were the most helpful, always offering advice or checking your work over when they appeared, though not without a subtle (or not-so-subtle in Tony’s case) brag about their own academic accreditations.

But your favourites, and the ones whose presence you enjoyed the most, were Natasha and Clint. They came as a duo, with Clint always skidding in first, and Natasha following behind to drag him out.

He slid right towards the counter on one such occasion, and shut your laptop in one sustained motion. “I’ve got a question, kid,” he started, a beaming face looking down at you. You couldn’t help but smile when you looked up, especially when you saw Natasha appear in the doorway behind him, arms folded over her chest and a smirk on her face.

“Leave the kid to study, Clint,” she scolded. The man startled, but soon settled with an even wider grin on his face.

“No. This is an important question!”

Natasha shook her head with a shrug, mouthing that “it’s really not”.

“Have you ever tripped over my stuff?” Clint continued, with an urgency usually reserved only for Steve’s mission briefings.

“Uh, yeah,” you scoffed, “it’s everywhere.”

“What? No, you’re lying. Did Nat set you up to this?”

“I’ve been here the whole time, Clint, have you heard me say anything? No, it’s just a fact that you leave your stuff everywhere.”

“I had to clear the table of bowstrings before I could work here.”

“And you’ve left arrows propped against the wall,” Natasha added.

“Okay, okay, I get the point!”

“I’ll believe you when the kitchen is clean, Barton, and maybe the living room too for good measure. Give Y/N a clean space to work in.” Natasha scolded. The instant Clint turned his back, however, the assassin shot you a wink. You knew from the rota that it was her day to clean, not that Clint had realised, but Natasha had better plans than cleaning, and her words could be very convincing.

You grabbed your stuff and headed out, telling Clint he was free to clean without you in the way. Natasha wrapped her arm around your shoulders when you rejoined her in the hallway, leading you away; you had other plans.

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You hardly noticed the path you walked until you found yourself back in the kitchen, dishes from the morning’s breakfast stacked just where you left them, still waiting to be cleaned. With a sigh, you fell wordlessly back into autopilot, cleaning the kitchen with your mind elsewhere; the same way every day seemed to pass.

It took a peripheral glimpse of the fridge to snap your mind back to the present, where you hovered your fingers over the sun-bleached picture; it had been there far too long, but it was the last photo of everyone together. You left it there. You threw the door open, then slammed it shut and turned away the instant you had your snack. The photograph should have been replaced.

The living room was no better, it was still just you and your thoughts, and nothing on the TV could stop that. Your attention wandered to your phone instead; their numbers were all still there. You could text them. They could text you. But then your phone buzzed, and for a second your hopes ran high. A mistake.

You shut it off, threw it out of your own reach, and groaned. It had been months, yet the disappointment was still unbearable, made even worse by the added anxiety of exam results. You couldn’t deny that waiting for them stung your heart and your eyes; you wished they’d left your mind as easily as they’d left your life.

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“Bag in your room, love, hallway’s not the place for it!”

Natasha laughed – it had been months since she last had to remind you of that – but at your lack of reply, her expression soon morphed into worry. “Y/N?”

You trudged into the common room, bag slung over your shoulder. A verbal reply felt impossible, but one look at you and Natasha knew enough. The spy hurried over instantly and took your bowed head in her hands, “are you okay?” she whispered, “was school rough?”

“The test,” was all you could get out, before the dam burst and sobs wracked your body, leaving you with nothing to do but fall into Natasha’s embrace.

“It went badly?”

You nodded against her chest; she held you tighter. “It’s okay, love, it’ll be okay. Cry as much as you need right now, but a bad test will just set you up for more success in the future. God knows Clint’s failed his fair share of tests, right?” She smiled down at you, laughing when you scoffed at the comment.

“I dropped out of school when I was younger than you, so you’re already doing better than me, kid,” the archer chimed in.

Next thing you knew, the whole team were sharing stories of their failings, laughing about mistakes until your tears dried. Natasha led you over to the couch, tasked Steve with bringing your bag upstairs, then stole the remote from Sam. “Movie night,” she declared.

For once, there was no debate, no rock paper scissors over the movie choice; Natasha navigated straight to your favourite film and left no room for argument.

“You know,” Natasha whispered halfway through the movie, for only you to hear, “you’re going to ace the next test, but I’m here if ever you need, okay? For comfort or tutelage, whatever you need. And I know Stark is itching to offer you the same. Anytime you need, you come to us, Y/N.”

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FRIDAY would have made a comment by now, some teasing remark on your pacing. She’d been disabled months ago just for that reason, since her comments brushed the remaining residents’ already frayed nerves, but you missed it. After everything, you could admit that any comment would be comforting.

You stopped before the carpet was worn smooth, her advice in mind. Across the room, your phone taunted you from the location you’d thrown it to earlier, and you stared back.

The clock ticked.

It had been delayed long enough, you decided. You grabbed the phone.

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With words unspoken, the ‘see you soon’s grew longer, until their true meaning was goodbye. It was a slow change; people didn’t leave all at once, but instead found other goals one by one. They promised to come back and visit, or return to the compound once their missions were complete, but they left the evidence that they were gone for good.

Clint was the first to go. After he’d revealed his family to the team, you knew it was coming, and you understood why he did; of course he would live with them. You watched him pack his bags, joined the farewell party, then waved him off smiling. He would be back, you thought to yourself, so long as Natasha stuck around, he’d always come back.

And then Tony left, ready to start a new life with Pepper. A house of their own, away from the dangers and chaos of the Avengers. It was a similar situation to Clint, and you hadn’t been mad at him leaving, so how could you be angry at Tony? This was just the next step of his life, afterall.

Soon enough, everyone was doing it. Bruce moved across the world just for some peace and isolation, founding a safe space for his experimentation. Steve, Sam, and Bucky left together; they became a team of their own regard undertaking international missions. You were proud of them and all they did, but they hardly ever returned to America, hardly ever returned to visit you. Why would they? The Avengers could cover America, and that wasn’t them anymore.

Natasha was the hardest blow. Your mentor, your trainer, and your guardian for as long as you could remember. She was the closest thing to family you had, until she found her own. Then she was off with Yelena, staying with Melina and Alexei, rescuing widows, her sisters, from around the world. She promised to return once the mission was done, but you waited for years, and she never showed.

The last three tried to take up her role; tried to fill the gap in your life, but it was already consuming you, dragging your motivation away from right in front of you.

Your grades fell, and there was nobody left to tell you it was alright.

With so many gone, the Avengers weren’t the top grade anymore; there were better opportunities, and Rhodey took them. He was promoted out of the Avengers, back into the military, and left just Wanda and Vision to run the Avengers missions. With only two of them, a failure was inevitable, and that failing had dire consequences.

Vision was dead.

With that, the Avengers became just you and Wanda. Earth’s mightiest heroes.

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Eyes closed. Deep breath. You’d delayed long enough.

The login screen flashed up, the buzz of the device travelled through your hand, and you began to type.

Trembling hands made mistake after mistake, but eventually you signed in; a jumble of codes and numbers appeared on the screen when you did.

Eyes closed. Deep breath.

You followed the page one line at a time, stopping at the end of each one.

Take it slow, read it carefully.

‘Congratulations’, the page ended. You read it again. A gasp escaped before you could understand why, and your body moved on its own accord until, suddenly, you were faced with your contacts; your thumb hovered just above Natasha’s number.

You could text her. You wanted to. You wanted them all to know. But would they reply?

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“Y/N, um… we need to talk.”

When you spun round, Wanda stood in the doorway with her head bowed, focused on her own fidgeting hands. She didn’t speak, but she didn’t need to; her background told the whole story. Your eyes couldn’t help but rest on the stack of boxes; Wanda’s car keys left on top.

She finally looked up and, with one glance, confirmed your worst fears.

“You’re leaving too.”

“I can’t be here anymore, alone in a compound we used to share, I just… I need some time away.”

“But everyone else is already gone; I can’t be here on my own.”

Wanda wouldn’t meet your eyes, her gaze falling on everything but you. It was like she was memorising the space, but forgetting the one who’d welcomed her there. “It’s just the next chapter of our lives, okay? We have to move on to better things. We can’t stick around here forever.”

“Why not?! Why can’t we? I don’t want things to change.” If you sounded like a child, then so be it; maybe someone would finally see that you were still in school, remember that you were the child they all raised together…before everything fell apart.

“This isn’t about what you want, Y/N!” she snapped, “this is about what I need!” Finally, finally, Wanda looked up, and, for a moment, saw you as the child you still were. Her face softened, and her voice became controlled. “We’ll all come visit from time to time, Y/N. This isn’t a permanent goodbye.”

“Then why does it feel like it?”

Wanda turned away, not caring to get a last word in. With a wave of her hand, the boxes followed her out of the compound. You sat quietly as the door slammed, listening to the sound of her engine disappearing.

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You set the phone down.

It had hit you before, but this was acceptance. This was the moment you knew the team – the family that had rallied around you for failed exams, boring lectures, and illnesses – they were gone. They had all moved on to better things, and you weren’t part of it. Despite all the years together, you couldn’t say where a single one of them was, and none of them would see the culmination of their support.

You’d graduated, but you would be going to the ceremony alone.

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eviesaurusrex · 2 years

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ꜱᴇᴄʀᴇᴛꜱ ʙᴇʜɪɴᴅ ꜱᴍɪʟᴇꜱ, ᴘᴛ. 2 | ꜱ. ꜱᴛʀᴀɴɢᴇ

GIF not mine!

Stephen Strange x Avenger!Reader

ask: Could you write a Stephen Strange x reader one shot (or longer if you feel it haha) where the reader is an avenger and she’s secretly dating Stephen? Like they’re sneaking around and staying at each other’s places (sanctum and tower/compound) and use portals in the mornings to get back where they’re supposed to be. Maybe a close call where Stephen literally kicks her off the bed and into a portal back to her own bed to avoid getting caught. Then later they’re found out somehow by tony/the team?

word count: 9.8k (send some help, please)

warnings: even more fluff, a bit of angst, nightmare, some good ol’ nightmare aftercare proudly presented you by Stephen Strange, more sneaking around the team, the team gets suspicious, cursing, curse words, Stephen being… Stephen, injuries

author’s note: pt. 2 is here!!!! Gosh, I’m still so excited about this ask and have to pour my entire heart into it. Thanks again for the request @clockblobber <3 This one is proofread but ignore mistakes if you stumble upon them – my brain is mush today, and I’m gonna go over it again tomorrow

»pt. 1 is here«

Typing away on her phone – Stephen had been at Kamar-Taj for quite some time now to deal with the new students of the mystic arts, and she had insisted that he saved all his energy for teaching them instead of visiting her every night – YN entered the living area of the compound after arriving from an intel mission only minutes ago. Scott followed close behind because his adjustable size had been crucial for the success of the mission, and with a deep sigh, he dropped into one of the armchairs unoccupied by the other present Avengers who had gathered for movie night.

YN didn’t even notice, too enthralled by the device between her fingers, and ran straightly into a walking Peter, who almost lost his balance. “Woah, hey there, Peter.” She grabbed his arm to prevent him from meeting the floor on a more intimate level and pushed the phone into the back pocket of her jeans. “Sorry, didn’t see you,” YN apologized while patting his shoulder softly. She always had gotten a soft spot for the young man and always looked out for him during missions, even though he could handle himself pretty darn good.

The brunette shook his head in protest. “It was my–…” But YN didn’t let him finish. “Nah-uh, I don’t wanna hear a single word.” She turned her head to be greeted by seven pairs of staring eyes, curiosity filled their irises completely – and she didn’t like one second of it. “Nevermind. You people prepared some decent snacks, or do I have to do the work again?” Because that had been the case during the last couple of movie nights which ended in ordering pizza and bickering about the choice of film.

They never really managed to watch more than one before it’s gotten worse and worse until Tony demanded the remote control sovereignty because he had paid for everything they used, while Nat and herself booed loudly because the Widows never were a fan of another Star Wars-filled night. Peter was always on Tony’s side – naturally – while Bucky and Steve kept themselves out of the discussion, still not really used to the “new” pop culture they had to face nowadays. At least Wanda, Clint, and Scott counted themselves as a constant part of Team Widow, and Thor, as well as Bruce, loved to hop between camps, always depending on the movie in question. Only Vision was indifferent, but everyone had gotten used to it by now.

It was utter chaos, sometimes even on the brink of anarchy, but YN loved it. She never had something like that in her life – at least, she couldn’t remember having a family – because she was never as lucky as Nat and never had a pretending family. Even though she wasn’t sure if she would’ve liked it very much. She always had lived her life within the confinements of the Red Room, always under the watchful eye of high-ranking generals and officers, always under the influence of a drug she didn’t want to remember. She had killed not only for Dreykov but also Hydra. She had met the Winter Soldier long before he had escaped his cruel purpose. And then, Nat had found her during one of her missions, months after the attack on New York, and Bruce and Tony had managed to get the drug out of her system. They had saved her and given her a life with a purpose, with a moral compass. YN had gotten another chance. And with that chance, a certain master of the mystic arts came into the picture – and the rest was history.

Blinking rapidly, YN escaped her thoughts and turned her attention back to the group. “The food is on its way, but we could use some more snacks,” Wanda told her, an apologetic smile on her face, but YN only rolled her eyes with a grin. “Sure y’all do. I’m gonna get you covered – but don’t you dare start the movie without me!” She made eye contact with Tony, who already held the remote in hand, and cocked not only an eyebrow but her head as well. “Try me, Stark,” she warned, and the man raised both hands in surrender. “We will behave perfectly.” Nodding, YN turned around, phone already in hand again, and trotted through the corridor into the kitchen.

Arriving there, the device started to vibrate, but it wasn’t an incoming text. With a soft smile, she accepted the call and settled the phone between ear and shoulder. “To what do I owe the honor of your call?” A greeting wasn’t necessary between these two anymore. Calling one another was as simple as taking Wilson down in combat training, unlike during the beginning of their relationship. Calls had been an utter nightmare.

A chuckle echoed through the speaker. “Do I need a reason to call the woman to whom I’ve pledged my love and devotion?” Softly laughing, YN grabbed a stack of bowls out of one of the many cupboards and spread them over the counter. “I see, you’ve read a lot of Shakespearian-sounding literature. Anything interesting?” She could hear Stephen’s grin from the other end of the world. “A few works weren’t that bad. I found spells I have never heard of before, and I think they could be useful if mastered properly. What are you up to, darling?”

In the meantime, YN had grabbed an assortment of snacks, and after ripping every package open, she dumped them in the waiting bowls, one by one. “Oh, nothing. It’s Friday, so we have movie night at the compound, and it will be a nightmare after film one. Just the usual.” She almost felt his sympathy physically. “I suppose Stark won’t give up the remote?” Scoffing, the Widow rounded the kitchen island to take a closer look into the freezer. “You can bet your sexy ass on it, love. Oh, yes. Come to me, ice cream!” She hadn’t planned for the outburst to leave her lips, but well.

With an evil chuckle, YN grabbed the last package of ice cream from behind a mountain of frosted vegetables – Nice try, Tony – and opened the foil to start eating it before returning to the living room. “Remind me never to hide any ice cream from you, my evil darling,” he laughed, and YN grinned happily. “It’s his ice cream. I would never dare to steal your ice cream because I love you dearly, my dear.”

Softly humming while eating the sweet substance, the woman leaned against the counter, totally unaware of the young man who stood just around the corner and heard every single word. She and Stephen talked for a few minutes more before they ended the call with the promise of a cozy weekend after she came back from her scheduled mission in Prague.

Meanwhile, Peter stood almost frozen in the middle of the living room, eyes wide and unsure where to start – and if he should say a word about the discovery he just had made anyway. But his mouth was faster than his brain. “Uhm… You always complain that YN is… is vanishing so often?” Instantly, Peter had gathered the attention of every single soul within this room. Steve furrowed his forehead, and even Bucky looked a bit worried while Tony straightened up on his spot on the couch. “Yeah? Talk, kiddo.” Peter scratched the back of his head and shrugged. “I think she has a boyfriend – or girlfriend! I’m totally open for both if she likes women more than men and if her partner in crime is a woman, that’s super cool because rainbows and love and–…” Scott patted his shoulder to silence the young superhero. “Think, that’s enough, Peter.”

The team exchanged glances before a bubbling laugh escaped from Tony’s mouth and let them look in his direction. Tears gathered in his eyes while his body shook with every laughter erupted from him. “YN and… and a boyfriend! Best joke ever!” Still laughing, Tony wiped the tears off his cheeks and shook his head. “Keep believing that, kiddo, but we know her a bit longer than you do. She would never have something like that because love isn’t her thing.” Nat cocked a copper eyebrow. “Love is her thing, but only on paper within books because men exhaust her – and she is only interested in them.” Steve seemed not to be convinced fully, but the creases on his forehead slowly erased themselves and Bucky leaned back on the two-seater they shared. “Not everyone needs love in their lives. Some only need certain needs satisfied, and…–“ Wanda threw a pillow against the former Winter Soldier’s head. “Bucky! He is still a teenager!” He raised both hands before crossing his arms in front of his chest.

“But…” Peter tried, but now it was Clint who patted his other shoulder. “Drop it, kid. She disappears to have time to herself. It gets crowded here, and sometimes, her thoughts run in the wrong direction. Can’t blame her. Everyone needs some peace and quietness from time to time.”

Unconvinced, Peter plopped down onto one of the two beanbags, the other entirely reserved for YN herself, and just a second later, three bowls floated through the doorframe into the living room. Before they could settle down on the coffee table between the seating area and flatscreen, Vision and Wanda took them out of the air and placed them down themselves. YN entered right after that, the other three bowls in her arms and a thankful expression in her eyes. “Thanks, V, Wanda. Wasn’t sure if I could master the landing.”

The red-haired witch smiled at her while the Widow rounded the couch and dropped her body onto the dark blue beanbag. “I told you it would get better with some more practice.” She sounded more than a bit pleased. YN grinned up at her. “Yup, totally.” She didn’t need to know that a certain sorcerer had helped her with the powers she mostly could only use with blunt force because no one in the Red Room had bothered to tame her. Years might have been passed since her escape, but those powers were gone for a while after her mind had reached the surface of consciousness. Probably a self-protection mechanism if Stephen was right with his educated guess. At least she could control them to a certain extent now. It would get better over time.

Another text from Stephen shifted her mood for the better after it had tried to take a detour back to the dark place it loved to sit and sulk. The movie was secondary, and even after the food arrived – sushi and pizza – YN barely looked up from her phone and was awfully quiet as soon as the bickering started anew.

Steve watched her closely and shock settled in his chest at the sight of a smile he had never seen on the face of one of his best friends before. Happy. Full of contentment. Her eyes twinkling and sparkling. She never was unhappy, of course not, but the soldier from another time knew the feeling she had always felt – the feeling of not fitting in. And suddenly, a realization crept up on him: Maybe that feeling had vanished somewhere along the road.

;

It was quiet in the compound. The world’s mightiest heroes had ended the day a few hours prior, soon after the Quinjet with YN and Sam had landed on the tarmac. It had become a ritual to wait upon arriving team members and to drink a soothing cup of tea to unwind from the previous mission and catch up on the gossip inside the compound.

Now, YN slept in the warm and loving embrace of a pair of strong arms, her head laying on a softly rising and falling chest, the sounds of Stephen’s deep slumber always the best method to lull her into sleep. But she started to move, softly at first, barely palpable. She rolled off his chest, and naturally, the tight embrace loosened around her body. Nails dragged over the comforter, ripped loose threads off the fabric while YN’s face contorted in confusion and fear, in agony and horror. Her breathing quickened, the heart within her rib cage started to race, and sweat dampened her forehead and back.

The dreams always hunted the Widow, but oh boy. The horrors of other nights were nothing in comparison.

The first escaping moan didn’t wake Stephen, not even the second one, the man too tired from long hours inside the Sanctum’s library to find one specific spell he had needed.

It was the scream that woke him with a startle.

“NO!”

Stephen didn’t need to turn on the light to see exactly where she was after tearing open his eyes. He pushed the traitorous blankets off his legs to scoot over to the moving and trashing woman. His hands almost didn’t grasp her arms because it scared the man how cold and damp her skin was. She had those dreams not as often as they used to come, but they were never this bad.

The next scream, so full of agony and blank horror, ripped his already bleeding heart to shreds. Stephen grabbed her upper arms softly, stroked them, caressed her face while pleading with her barely conscious mind to let her escape her own personal hell.

“YN, please. Please, wake up. I am here, nothing is going to happen. Everything is alright. It’s just a dream, only a dream. I am here, love. God damn it, let her wake up!” His voice sounded helpless, angry about the universe and himself, and with horror in his own eyes, he could see the light of the corridor suddenly shining through the slit between door and floor. Shaking her gently but urgently, Stephen tried it again while multiple hurried steps came closer to her door. “YN. YN! Wake up, love!”

With a violent gasp, her eyes finally teared open, tears staining her reddened cheeks, beads of sweat tracing her temples and contracting throat. Her eyes immediately found his face, but Stephen couldn’t mutter a single word. Instead, he left the bed in a hurry and hid in the bathroom – not his best move, but he didn’t care at the moment – and just in time, he closed the door only for another door to be opened. Hurried voices echoed through the room, and the sorcerer pushed both hands into his hair, running them through it over and over to calm himself and his rapid heartbeat.

He hated how helpless he had felt and still felt while others comforted his girl. He hated every single second of it and counted the moments until they left and closed the door again.

“Stephen…?”

Her small, shaking, and questioning voice pulled the sorcerer out of his spiraling thoughts, and without wasting another second, he ripped open the door. With a few long strides, he was back at her side, settling into their bed and pulling her flush against his chest. Stephen could feel the tears wetting his shirt, but he didn’t care. She could ruin every single piece of clothing he owned, and he would hold her anyway.

“I am here,” he whispered between kisses on her head. “Nothing is going to happen to you.” He could feel her short but stiff nod, almost as if she was a robot and didn’t learn how to move like a human. Both his hands stroked over her back - up and down, in a never-ending motion. Her body still trembled, and YN dug her fingers into the fabric of his shirt, clung to the man like a drowning woman clinging to a piece of driftwood. “I love you. I love you more than anything in this universe. I will always love you. It’s okay. It’ll be okay. They can’t hurt you.” He didn’t make any sense, but it didn’t matter.

After what felt like a never-ending eternity, YN stopped shaking like a leaf, her breathing slowed down again, and her hold on him was not that crushing anymore. “Sorry,” she mumbled, but Stephen was quick to brush through her hair and soothe the rising anxiety within her tormented mind. “Stop apologizing. There is nothing to apologize for.” He needed her to understand that, but his girl was smarter than anyone else – maybe except him.

She tried to find a more comfortable position but gave up because every single piece of fabric clung to her still damp skin. “Where did you hide?” Her voice was only a whisper, but the silence had settled back over the compound, so Stephen heard every single word and every single breath. “The bathroom,” he mumbled and pressed a soft kiss to her neck. YN’s soft chuckle was a good sign, and it put the beginning of a smile on his face. “Not your best move, love. Imagine one of them would’ve gone in there to get a cool cloth or something. What a sight that would be…”

He may roll his eyes, but Stephen was glad that YN could already joke around. That had always been a good sign.

The sorcerer pressed another kiss to her neck before looking into her barely lit face. “Do you want to talk about it?” Slowly, she shook her head. He knew she would decline just now, but he had to ask nonetheless. “Can’t. Need the sun to be up.” Her illogical fear of getting dragged back into the hell that was the Red Room still present in her overworking mind, and she knew how stupid it was. But Stephen never had judged her, not one single second. “Of course,” he said, caressing her face. “How about a shower?” She nodded against his neck, where she buried her face now, and Stephen picked her up with ease to carry her into his former hiding spot.

And that’s where they spent almost an hour under the warm water jet, her eyes closed, while Stephen softly washed her hair and did her entire hair and skincare routine. It always amazed YN how much attention this man granted her alone and how much he seemed to adore her. It was mind-blowing, really, and she desperately wished that this would be something lasting an entire lifetime.

;

Holding hands like lovestruck teenagers, YN and Stephen walked through Greenwich Village to enjoy one of the loveliest golden fall days they had encountered in a long time. She loved seeing the man next to her in casual clothes – a long dark jeans, grey shirt, and a dark green cardigan – though she wasn’t sure what about it made him look so irresistible. Maybe it was the domesticity of it, the warm feeling of home, and the comforting knowledge that one was deeply loved and valued. Or perhaps it was just his good looks and the eyes full of envy thrown her way by nearly every woman they’d passed so far.

Stephen gingerly pulled her closer to his side and put her hand around his bicep, wanting her as close as possible. Everyone should know that this woman wasn’t just an acquaintance, a mere friend who just happened to walk with him in the same direction. He could see the looks full of longing and the visible drool on some male’s chins. It was only natural that he did something about it, so he bent down and pressed a lingering kiss on YN’s temple to show the world what they needed to know. He was glad that reporters didn’t try to bother them anymore.

At least one thing Tony’s existence is good for, Stephen thought cynical, but different from his thoughts, his mood shone as bright as the fall sun over their heads.

“What are you up for today?” YN beat him to this crucial question. “Lazy walks around the block? A trip to Belvedere Castle? Exploring the new exhibition at the Louvre?” Her eyes looked as bright as the sky above them, and if the world paid close attention to the sorcerer now, they would’ve bared witness to the softest of smiles they’d have ever seen. But the world was blind, so the smile full of adoration and utter wonder over how his life had turned only visible for the one woman in his life.

Humming deep in thought, Stephen pulled one of her hands, which were both settled around his arm and in the crook between bicep and elbow, up to his lips to kiss her knuckles. “I’ve heard there is a new patisserie only two blocks further which happens to sell chocolate strawberries,” the man suggested, and pride and satisfaction filled his chest and body at the sight of her round eyes and the radiant smile stretching across her lips.

His past self wouldn’t believe his eyes. During some days, even he had difficulties comprehending the change he went through in order to become as worthy as possible for the woman next to him. Still, he didn’t believe to be worthy enough and was convinced that better men were waiting for her, but he couldn’t let her go. He was, again, too selfish, but she seemingly didn’t mind.

Maybe the universe granted him the happy ending after all.

“Can we go there? Like… now? Immediately?” Grinning, Stephen nodded but didn’t think of using a portal. He needed to savor every single second he could get with her – just as she did with him. So they walked the two blocks, side by side, softly telling each other about their respective days and just basking in each other’s presence.

The idyll got suddenly destroyed as YN stopped dead in her tracks and stared over the busy street to her right. She needed to bent around Stephen because the stubborn man never let her walk next to the road if he was with her, but she was sure her peripheral vision hadn’t tricked her. And the Widow was right: on the other side were Clint and Nat, talking about something which made the archer laugh.

“Fuck,” was all she hissed for now, and even Stephen caught up to her observation. But he couldn’t form a single word because the woman had already grabbed his hand and pulled him to continue their route for now. Her eyes were trained on the opposite side of the road while she gracefully avoided collisions with every approaching passerby. The sorcerer didn’t know how exactly she did that, but maybe it was her own little magic trick. He only followed her, always alternating between looking to the other pair of Avengers and straight ahead to nudge YN in a different direction if necessary.

“We need to turn the next one,” YN decided at the sight of Nat and Clint waiting for the streetlight to turn green. “And we need to be faster.” As soon as the words had left her lips, Nat turned slightly and looked in their vague direction. “Stephen, now.” They dived behind a group of tourists and sneaked into an alleyway but didn’t stop. Instead, their steps increased in speed, and YN guided them through a labyrinth of hidden shortcuts, backyards, and a tremendous amount of turns and corners. “You definitely have Google Maps in that pretty head of yours,” the sorcerer decided after another complicated combination of turning and shortcutting, and YN chuckled cheerfully while he had lost track after the second corner. “The first premise is always to know your neighborhoods better than the content of your backpack. And since I’m spending almost more time here than at the compound, I believed it was time to know my way around – just in case.” Grinning, YN guided them through another alleyway, but now, they stepped onto one of the main streets of Greenwich Village, the Sanctum Sanctorum already in sight.

Stephen turned towards her and cocked an eyebrow. “But what’s with the chocolate strawberries?” YN softly shrugged and circled both arms around his neck; his hands almost immediately settled upon her jeans-clad hips, pushed underneath the long cardigan she had thrown over the old band shirt she wore and which was her pride and joy. She rubbed the tip of their noses against each other and kissed him quickly. “We can get them later. What about that trip to the Louvre? I’m tempted to bet that we won’t see any of their faces in Paris,” the Widow whispered temptingly against his lips, and if Stephen weren’t already sold, he would be now.

But before he released her out of his grasp, he bent his head lower to kiss her properly – one hand tangled in her soft hair while the other pulled her smaller body against his. Their lips moved in complete sync, eyes closed at the blissful feeling of warmth and butterflies, breathing labored, hearts beating rapidly against one another.

Smirking, Stephen ended the kiss with one last sweet peck. He wasn’t sure what had happened in the last two and a half years ever since that woman entered his life and turned everything upside down, but he never would want it any other way.

“Now, we can go,” he spoke with a raspy but tender voice, and the portal opened just behind him to lead the couple into the heart of the city of love. He held his hand open, so YN could take it what she did with a bright smile on her gorgeous face. “Madame.” She curtsied with a soft grin. “Merci beaucoup, monsieur.” The reply escaped her in flawless French as she stepped over the golden glittering threshold, and she pulled Stephen with her before the portal closed itself and released the couple into a carefree Parisian afternoon.

;

“Sometimes you have the greatest ideas,” YN sighed, stomach full and on an endorphin high with all the sugar and love in her system. Stephen stretched his long, toned body over the comforter laying atop his four-poster bed, head propped up on one hand, eyes locked on the woman on the other side of the mattress, the remnants of their small indoor picnic between them. “Only sometimes, hm?” He teased her, and YN laughed wholeheartedly while taking one of the napkins and throwing it in the vague direction of his smirking face. “Oh, stop it,” she grinned before stealing the last chocolate strawberry and plopping the sweet fruit between her lips. Moaning, she chewed with closed eyes and let herself fall back into the pillows. “Best thing there is on this planet.”

His hand moved softly through the air, from left to right, his scarred pointer and ring finger sticking out while the rest was balled to a half-fist, and suddenly, the picnic disappeared. The sorcerer knew it would find its way onto the kitchen counter left from the sink. But he didn’t concern himself with the whereabouts of the dishes because as soon as the magic was executed, Stephen rolled himself on top of YN, arms resting next to her face so he wouldn’t crush her under his weight.

“You’re really trying to insult me even more?” It was only a rumble against her lips, and now it was her to smirk up to the sorcerer. “Yes, because I know what those tiny hits do to you – and what it will bring me,” she whispered back before kissing him softly, the sound of heavy raindrops loud on the windows of the Sanctum.

They had planned for a picnic in Central Park, far away from the privacy-invading eyes of nosy New Yorkers and tourists as soon as they lay eyes on the two Avengers. The forecast had been perfect all week long, but then, just after they had gotten ready and opened the doors of the grand building in Greenwich Village, the sky opened its gates, and the heaviest fall downpour in the history of New York made its appearance. Other people would’ve been crushed – other people as in YN – but Stephen didn’t graduate with honors when he would own nothing but simple-mindedness. He had wrapped YN in his arm, brought her back inside, and with a few flicks of his hands, the master bedroom was prepared for a cozy day indoors. They had watched numerous episodes of Golden Girls – YN loved the sitcom ever since encountering it during her post-Red Room recovery under the watchful eye of SHIELD – and she had even etched Stephen to play one of his old interviews for the prestigious Medical Journal. He didn’t like to dive into his old life, but he loved to watch the evident fascination on his girl’s face at the sight of his accomplishments. Stephen was nothing but a sucker for praise coming from this woman.

The feeling of her soft hands on the nape of his neck and her fingernails gently carding through the short hair there was everything Stephen needed or wanted in his life. It reminded him of his childhood, which barely happens anymore, but with her, everything felt light and bright, just as it did back then. Her chuckle at the feeling of his goatee tickling her lips was the sound he almost loved the most. It ranked somewhere between the tiredly mumbled I love you, Stephen when she was on the brink of sleep and the nicknames she used to call him. Nobody had believed that Stephen was a softy, he at the very least. But he was, and he didn’t want to change a thing about it.

“Thank you,” YN whispered between pecks of his lips and rubbed their noses against each other. She loved doing that. It always gave her a heart attack, for sure, especially when Stephen looked at her like he did now – as if she was the most important and gorgeous being on this planet – but it reminded her that her life was a different one now, filled with soft touches and warmth. There was still violence in it, definitely, but it was the good kind of violence. A violence born in the attempts to make earth a safer place, which was the entire opposite of her upbringing and early adulthood. And the man atop of her was a crucial part of it, and she loved every second. “For what?” His question almost got lost in the kiss they shared, lips moving more heated against one another while the tip of YN's tongue teased his soft bottom lip. YN shrugged and let Stephen roll over the mattress and, simultaneously, pull her on top of him. She propped her arms on his broad, strong chest - one of her preferred places on earth - and peppered his chin with soft kisses while searching for the right words. “For showing me love and how it is to be loved, and for always reminding me that this is my life now and not a dream I will wake up from one day and find myself back at square one. You’re completing me, love.” Her last words were barely a whisper, still too shy and insecure about expressing the depths of her feelings for this man, even though they had enough reasons to already know about them.

She was always scared of pushing him away with the intensity of her emotions as if her soul tried to compensate her for all those years without them, and YN probably would be scared for the rest of her life, even though no one had left her so far. Quiet the contrary. She had gained friends and an unexpected family, lifelong companions, and a relationship meant to be until her last day on earth, whenever that might be.

Smiling up to her, Stephen kissed her a second and a third time right after that, his fingers pushing soft strands of her hair out of her face with the beautifully blushed cheeks and behind her ear. "No, darling," he said lovingly and tenderly caressed the side of her face. Instantly, YN leaned into his touch, and Stephen thought his heart might explode right in this instant. "Don't thank me for that. You deserve every ounce of love I, and everyone else, can give you. And don't try to deny it. I know it's true." He looked up to her with seriousness in his bright blue eyes, capturing YN instantly like they always did. The couple just laid there, gazing into each other's eyes, before the woman on top of him cracked a small, shy smile and gently caressed his cheekbone with the pad of her thumb. "You are a wonder, Stephen Vincent Strange," she whispered, blunt wonder and amazement evident in her soft voice. "I will thank the universe for the rest of my life for the path it had put me on." Now it was Stephen who felt the blood rushing swiftly into his cheeks, and clearing his throat, he chuckled awkwardly, not sure how to handle the emotions now rushing through his consciousness.

Whatever she is doing to us, don't let it stop, and don't you dare ruin it, a warning voice spoke somewhere in his head, and the sorcerer almost snorted audibly. As if he would ever destroy the safe haven these two had created together in a world where peace was sometimes hard to find and even harder to hold onto and preserve. He would be quite the idiot if he'd pushed or scared YN away. But to his very luck, this woman was as fearless as an amazon, born out of the stories of ancient times when gods walked the earth and granted individuals the power to conquer anything.

She owned that force of nature within her delicate body.

The fingertips of one hand had started to slowly stroke over the length of her spine, while his other hand had found its home on her right cheek, cupping the soft skin and smiling as YN turned her head to kiss his palm. "I'm not good with words, you know that, but the feeling is mutual, darling. I never had luck with relationships of any kind and nature, never knowing what to do and what was expected from me. But finding you was the greatest gift life could ever grant me because we're learning this together, experiencing everything together, without judgment and accusations if something goes wrong. This-," Stephen placed a gentle peck on the tip of her nose, "-us, is my safe haven. You are my safe haven. I don't need more." A grin formed on her face, and she cocked an eyebrow, doubtingly, and the sorcerer sighed and chuckled. "Well, plus some space for my books," he added, and YN laughed as well. "And for all of your suits and ties. Not to mention the space Cloaky demands in your closet over there."

Pulling her even closer to him - if that was even possible - Stephen growled lowly in his chest before pulling YN's face closer to his to steal another heated kiss. "I'm trying to express my feelings for you, woman, and all you do is continue to insult me. It's not the proper response." Now it was her to steal a kiss from him, and he felt the grin on his lips. "When did you ever care for properness and social expectations, Mr. Strange?" Stephen grinned a devilish smile before he moved his head to start nipping at the soft skin of her exposed neck. "No one had ever spoken truer words, but it still is Doctor Strange, my darling love, even for you."

YN couldn't fight the urgent need to let her eyes fall shut at the tingling feeling that Stephen's lips and teeth on her skin created in the pit of her stomach, and a deep sigh, suspiciously resembling an excited moan, escaped her.

But the mood was ruined faster than hurricane Katrina had reached the North American shore.

The sound of hurried steps, loud voices, and an overall hectic group of intruders let the couple look up and straight to the massive wooden door of the bedroom. YN didn't even have the time to roll off Stephen to find the perfect hiding spot - she already had a few spots in mind - because the familiar sound of voices let her freeze for a moment too long.

What is Tony doing here?! And is that... Steve's voice?

Her mind screamed question after question, and just as the steps reached the floor of their shared bedroom, Stephen did something she would never have expected to be on his mind, or he even dared to think of: He opened a portal right at the edge of the four poster bed and threw her an apologetic look. Her own eyes went wide, and YN shook her head - slowly at first until it became faster and harder with every passing heartbeat. "No. Don't you fucking da-...!" But it was too late because just as the Widow tried to finish the threat laying on the tip of her tongue, Stephen pushed her off his body, off the bed, and straight into the portal.

YN hated the feeling of falling - he knew that fucking well! - and a shriek fought its way out of her throat until she hit the edge of her own bed in her room at the compound. She felt and heard a crack as her back hit the edge of the mattress because this obnoxious, massive, and idiotic specimen of a moron had miscalculated everything, and she hung upside down on the furniture. Her arms were stretched over her head, hands resting on the carpet laying in front of her bed to prevent icy feet in the morning, and a groan escaped her as soon as her back started to protest vehemently.

"Are you fucking kidding me?!"

The portal was long closed, but YN felt the urge to scream her frustration out in the open before another groan left her.

"Fuck."

Stephen knew very well that he had a lot of making up to do after what he had just done, but they had never been this close to getting caught by the remaining team, who was still painfully unaware of the couple underneath them.

"Why do you barge into my home on a Saturday afternoon? Are you feeling lonely, Stark? Sorry to break it to you, but I'm neither your wife nor your boyfriend, which you brought here as well, what a surprise. Rogers." The two men, plus Wong and Wanda, almost stumbled over themselves as they pushed open the door and entered his bedroom, just as the portal had closed itself after one movement of his hand. Too close, reminded the voice in his head, and Stephen knew that YN and he had to discuss this very prominent issue in their lives.

The arriving Avengers composed themselves again before Tony spoke up. "If you would have been so kind and answered the thirty-six calls and messages, we wouldn't have to come all the way here, Gandalf. But as you obviously fucked up your phone, because I can't think of another reason for not answering, we had to come to pick you up like a damn lost kid at the information counter in a mall." His gaze didn't even flicker to the phone resting atop the bedside table. The sorcerer had put it in flight mode to have some uninterrupted hours with his girl, but that little habit of his bit them both in the ass. They really needed to talk about the whole ordeal. "So, swing your lazy ass out of this bed and do your job. Earth called to get rescued again."

And with that, Tony left, leaving a sighing Steve behind, while Wanda observed Stephen too closely for his liking. The sorcerer raised an eyebrow, challenging her with a glare to keep doing that, and the witch started to smile a small smile before following Tony down the grand staircase. After a "We should get going" from America's Golden Boy, he left as well, leaving only Wong and Stephen in his room. The other sorcerer shrugged with an expression almost describable as apologizing, and he shook his head before changing into his blue robes with a looping motion of his hand and a snap of his fingers.

Cloaky was right at his side and put itself on his shoulders but pushed the sorcerer to a sudden halt as it motioned into the direction where the portal to YN's bedroom had closed a few moments ago. "We'll check on her, I promise." The ancient artifact seemed pleased for the moment, but Stephen dreaded the future encounter with his girlfriend because he could already imagine her words and could vividly picture the scene unfolding in front of him a few hours later.

And he was right.

After a successful mission filled with otherworldly beings - the reason why 80% of the attending team had been able to handle magic - Stephen returned with the others to the compound and delivered his report before slipping away. He needed to find YN to evaluate the damage he had caused with his little stunt, and he obviously wasn't the only one with that thought because the red fabric around his shoulders parted from his master to fly a few steps ahead, even though it didn't know where they should head.

Looking up toward the corridor's ceiling, Stephen contemplated if it was a thoughtful idea to ask Tony's AI. The Stark was nothing but thorough, so it wouldn't surprise the sorcerer if the douchebag made notes after each and every day about what each team member had asked. But he had to take the risk if he didn't want to waste countless hours searching the vast compound by foot.

"FRIDAY? It's FRIDAY, isn't it?" He had never used the AI, not a single time, even though he had been part of this circus for longer than he liked to admit. "How can I be of assistance, Doctor Strange?" At least she doesn't sound like Tony himself, was all Stephen could think at that moment because it would be so typical for this self-loving prick. "Are you able to locate people inside the building?"

Meanwhile, he continued walking without a destination yet. "That is indeed part of my abilities. Who do you wish to locate?" He turned a corner and found himself in front of an elevator, Cloaky already levitating in front of it. "YN," it was almost a mumble, but the AI still understood him. Thinking about it in more detail, Stephen really didn't want to know what FRIDAY could hear inside the personal rooms of the Avengers.

Maybe Tony never took notes because if he would, there was not even the slight possibility that he didn't know about them - and Stephen would be long strangled in a random corner of the compound.

"Miss LN is currently on the second floor, gym 03." The elevator immediately opened its door and Cloaky floated inside, beckoning Stephen to follow it with an almost annoyingly raise of its fabric's edge. Sometimes the sorcerer wasn't sure if the Cloak of Levitation still saw him as its master or if he preferred YN over him. Sometimes it even felt like it was their child and had decided to be a mama's kid after hanging long enough at its father's heels.

Maybe he felt a bit betrayed, yes.

"Thank you, FRIDAY." Stephen could be polite if he wanted. "A pleasure, Doctor Strange."

And with that, the elevator closed and brought him to the second floor to face the mess he had made.

He only had sat one foot on the floor, and the distinct sound of metal rushing through the air reached his ears. Swallowing thickly, Stephen followed the artifact, now knowing where it had to rush in order to check on its favorite person, while the sorcerer dreaded to enter the gym, where YN clearly handled pointy and sharp objects.

Probably with a picture of your face pinned against the bull's eye.

A throwing knife hit the target with a dull sound at the moment Stephen entered the gym, and he could see that YN had already drawn the next one out of the holster at her thigh. She flipped it gracefully in her hand, without even sparing one glance at it. He couldn't tell if she looked particularly angry or just tired, but at the sight of her next throw, he knew that something was off - and he would bet the last bits of his former fortune that it had to do with him. But Cloaky cleared the field for now and saved him from being punctured as it wrapped itself around her shoulders and almost lovingly nuzzled itself against her cheeks.

YN turned to him, cocking an eyebrow and casually playing with the delicate knife between her skillful fingers. "Look who's man enough to show up," the Widow smirked while patting the red fabric around her shoulders. Stephen stepped in her direction but stopped abruptly as the former assassin swiftly spun around and threw the last knife. She was already turned back to face him as the weapon was still mid-air and Stephen stared in utmost wonder as it hit the bull's eye nonetheless.

"You wanted to say something, darling?"

Her sweet smile couldn't fool the sorcerer, and the blunt show of her skill was nothing that scared him because he was certain of one fact: They would both never hurt the other, not even in their furriest rage.

But this game could be played by two.

With a barely visual flick of his right hand, Stephen gained a hold of her body without touching her and pulled her the last couple of steps to him until their bodies stood pressed against each other in the room. He wrapped an arm around her waist and started to play with her braided hair with the other hand.

"I came to apologize."

YN lifted the other brow. Even though they were in a pretty healthy relationship, it didn't happen every week that Stephen Strange uttered those words or even the magical sentence I am sorry which automatically implied that he admitted he did something wrong. That's why she waited patiently, hands resting on his upper abdomen.

A sigh left him. “I only had your best intentions in mind, primarily because we never talked about how to approach the topic in front of the others, and I figured you would preferrer to crack it to them in a more… neutral environment than our bedroom.” She hummed in agreement but still waited. Stephen eyed her face and let go of her braid to cup her cheek softly. “I am sorry, darling,” he whispered now, and after a deep breath, YN nodded. “Okay. But don’t you dare do that ever again, especially if your mind isn’t fully focused because I don’t feel the need to hit the edge of my bed a second time. My back still hurts, you moron.” And with that, she raised one arm to hit the back of his head softly with an open palm, but it was enough to convey the message.

Instantly, a worried expression settled on his handsome face, and the hand resting on her lower back started to trace her spine underneath the red fabric of the cloak that now clumsily caressed her other cheek. Stephen put pressure on his touch, feeling every vertebra pressing unyieldingly against his fingertips, and Stephen observed her face almost painfully close. She didn’t move a muscle, but he witnessed the slight furrow of her forehead and brows as his fingertips reached the middle of her back, where her spine gently curved.

Right at the lumbar curve, between L2 and L3, he thought while his fingertips continued the pressure in various places. It’s probably the ligament between.

“Does it hurt when I release the pressure?” His question was softly spoken, and YN still looked up to him, eyeing his face attentively. She cocked her head from one side to the other. “Kind of? It’s probably just the bruise, nothing to worry about. But hey, now we know that the bed frame is exceptionally sturdy.” YN grinned up at him, but Stephen only shook his head before taking her hand in his. “We’re going to the med bay to check you out, right now,” he decided, and the sorcerer’s mind was made up.

When it came to her, he needed to be 100% sure that everything was okay.

But they didn’t come far. Instead, they stopped dead in their tracks as the couple faced Peter and Scott, both staring at them with wide eyes after they had processed the meaning of interlaced fingers. Peter started to grin while Scott’s expression didn’t resemble joy over the newly found love. YN knew that mischievous look in his eyes, the glimmer of a stupid idea developing in his mind. “Scott…,” the Widow spoke warningly, but this son of an ant chuckled before spinning around and starting to run. “I will revel in your embarrassment, YNN!” He shouted over his shoulder, but YN couldn’t let that happen. She stopped holding Stephen’s hand, and the sorcerer couldn’t utter a single word before his girlfriend bolted right after the other Avenger. “And I will revel in your screams filled with pain and agony after I broke your flat ass, Lang!” Her angry words traveled over the corridor, and now it was only Peter and Stephen facing each other.

The young man started to grin again after the confusion and surprise had vanished from his face. “I am really happy for-…” But Stephen only needed to shake his head to one side to let him fall silent again. “Don’t, Parker,” was all he said before following the path YN and Scott had taken, the young hero hot on his heels.

This was certainly not how he had thought everyone would find out about them, and he had already played with images of Scott dangling over a cliff or freezing his ass off at the foot of Mount Everest within his mind. It wasn’t himself who the sorcerer was concerned – he couldn’t give less shit on the other’s opinion about him. But he knew how much it meant to YN because this bunch of mostly idiots was her family. Not by blood but by choice, and Stephen had never intended to overshadow anything about that. Now he feared that everyone would give her a hard time and what that would mean for her mental health.

Stephen was nothing but an over-worryingly boyfriend.

With a sigh, he followed the sound of steps and canceled Peter’s voice out entirely because he couldn’t handle all these questions now or ever. He liked the kid, he was a decent human after all, but his rambling nature wasn’t something Stephen particularly enjoyed. Instead, he focused on the shouting and watched after rounding the last corner as the catastrophe unfolded in front of his eyes.

First-row seats for your own downfall, wonderful.

YN panted heavily while hanging on Scott’s back to try and hold his gossiping mouth shut, but he was too used to it with a daughter at home. So, the inevitable happened only seconds later.

“YNN and Harry Potter are a thing!”

Immediately, the entire living area was silent as a grave, every movement ceased, and every single pair of eyes turned to Scott and the other arriving parties.

YN slowly slid off his back and threw Ant-Man a death glare – she would definitely try and step on him during one of their next missions – but she swallowed thickly at the stares moving between her and a certain someone somewhere behind her. The Widow knew that Stephen was here because she could feel his body temperature in her back only a heartbeat later, before his hands settled on her shoulders, softly stroking them with his thumbs.

Nat was the first to speak. “Well, that’s a surprise.” Clint cocked an eyebrow and threw Peter an approving nod. “You were right. Good ears, kid.”

Stephen felt as if he could touch her boiling anxiety under his fingertips and bent down to press a tender kiss to her temple while Steve marched a few steps in their direction before stopping again. His eyes searched her face, tried to read her mind, and settled on the sorcerer to evaluate the situation. But he spoke to YN. “Is he treating you right?” The woman didn’t need to think for even a second. “Better than the Queen of England,” she answered without hesitation, and Steve could see the tender expression in her worrying eyes. So he gave one nod of approval and settled back into the armchair.

Tony, on the other hand, seemed not pleased at all. He marched to the couple and weaseled his way past YN to shove Stephen a few inches back. “First, you insult her at every given occasion, and then you have the audacity to fuck her and play happy family?! Is your ego this massive?!” The Widow had spun around the second he had reached Stephen and had touched him, but instead of relying on violence, she grasped his wrist in a soft hold. She urged him with a pull to turn to her, to look at her and not to Stephen, but her face wasn’t as sweet as her touch. The Stark could clearly see the burning fire behind those irises who once had looked up to him with a terrified expression, unsure of what to expect after being finally her own person and having her very own life.

“You know I love you like the brother I never had, Tons, but if you touch him again, I have to kick your ass, and not even your precious suits will safe you then.”

YN didn’t have to raise her voice to convey the meaning to everyone, but especially Tony, because the Stark swallowed dryly. He had never thought to once be on the other side of the situation – not standing next to her and listening with utmost joy and pride as she threatened others but being the target of said threat. It was an unpleasant feeling, and he didn’t want to imagine how unpleasant it must be to feel her full wrath.

Meanwhile, Stephen stood there, a tender expression settling on his face – an expression never seen before by the others which threw them almost off their feet – and a pleased smile on his lips. “That’s my girl,” he told no one in particular in a mumble. YN heard it, though, and started to smile before throwing Tony one last warning glare and leaving him to stand next to her sorcerer again. “To make it official,” she raised her voice and gestured to Stephen, who already had his arm wrapped around her waist again. “May I introduce you to my boyfriend of one and a half years, Stephen Strange?”

The team’s eyes almost popped out of their holes at the mention of how long this had been going on behind all their backs, and Sam chuckled. “Never accept missions again which require detective skills. We suck at it,” he stated the obvious, while Steve almost choked on his coffee. “And I once called her my best friend.” YN grinned at him and shrugged softly. “I know what a gossip you can be with the right people around you, so… sorry, sweets,” she apologized, and Steve looked at her with a tender expression nonetheless. “I’m just happy that you’re happy. It always was the one thing I wished for you to find.”

Looking up to Stephen, who battled Tony in a glaring contest, a small but loving smile tucked on her lips, she nodded before turning back to Steve, who seemed more than content at the view of his best friend. “I am, Stevie. I really am.” Those words almost got swallowed by Tony’s exaggerated scoff, but Steve had the advantage of super soldier hearing, so he only smiled and didn’t stop observing the new couple while Bucky settled next to him. “She still will be your best friend, punk. Don’t go all brotherly tears now because your baby sister is grown up and finds her own life,” he chuckled while patting his best friend’s shoulder.

Meanwhile, Tony stared YN dead in the eye. “If he ever hurts you, I will end him personally. He only has to raise his voice in front of you, and I’m on my way. If his ego tries some bullshit, give me a call.” And turned to Stephen, he told sternly: “She has my number saved in her favorites.”

YN rolled her eyes. “Yeah, and I can remove said number out of my favorites. Plus, he is on this list, too.” And with that, she pointed to Stephen right next to her. Tony scrunched up his face. “Urgh, then please, I beg you, put me off that list if he is on there.”

“You are an absolute ass without reason.”

“Born like that.”

“It’s a shitty character trait. Do I need to call Pepper?”

Now, Tony stared down at her challenging face and gulped. “No…?” He morphed the one syllable into a question before raising both hands in surrender. “Okay, fine. I approve of this relationship.” The sorcerer scoffed. “We don’t need your stamp of approval,” he clarified, and YN warningly rubbed over his back. “We only told you because YN considers all of you family and didn’t want to lose you. So, toughen up, Stark, and swallow the bitter pill so we can move on from here because this woman deserves a dinner in the comfort of our bed and some episodes of Golden Girls after this day.”

She couldn’t comprehend his words because suddenly, Nat stood in front of her and pulled her into a bone-crushing hug. She wrapped both arms around the fellow Widow and felt the redhead’s lips pressing soft kisses over her head. They may be close in age, but YN had always been the little sister in this relationship. “Thank you for choosing us as your family, Солнышко 1,” (1: little sun) Nat spoke in the soft tone entirely reserved for her most favorite people. “Thank you for accepting me, сестра 2.” (2: sister)

Nat squeezed her shoulder before letting go of her, and the Widow turned back to Stephen, one brow raised. “You said something about Golden Girls?” The sorcerer showed his signature smirk, and while a portal started to open in his back, he grabbed YN around her hips and threw her over his shoulder. A squeal escaped the surprised woman, but a laugh followed close, and grinning, she waved the other Avengers while Stephen carried her over the threshold of the portal right into the foyer of the Sanctum.

“Don’t you dare call or text us in the next 48 hours, Stark!”

This was a wild ride, wow. pt. 2 is finally here! I hope you enjoyed reading it :3 I really loved writing those two parts. As usual: comments, reblogs, and likes are much appreciated!

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zeezelweazel · 11 months

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|Yellowjackets| I'm not crazy|

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I had this idea at like 1am and I had to write it down

This show is so underated like I'm literally hooked, one of the best tv shows that came out in a long time

Also I tried to do this a bit differently than the others, I hope it worked

Expect more yellowjackets ofc <3

Characters Included : Lottie, Shauna

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• Lottie •

[ set between season 1 and season 2 ]

You are stranded in the damn wilderness. You are hungry and scared and lost but at least you have your friends and your girlfriend. You will support eachother. You will help eachother.

Lottie though... she isn't really helping. Now in the beginning you wanted to be understanding because you know about her mental illness. The talking to the trees and listening to the wind was alright but it has now gotten completely out of hand. The others worshiping her is making everything worse. When you saw her try to put her blood to the tea she makes and give it to Travis and Natalie you were done. Someone has to stop this.

You grabbed her wrist before she could do anything and pulled her away. Nat looked at you with a thankful expression. Lottie on the other hand seemed hurt and confused.

"I wasn't done. I need to make sure the wilderness brings them back safe-"

You suppressed the urge to scoff and only sighed, rubbing your temples.

"Do you really believe that Lottie? Like, you actually think that your damn blood and a few leaves are going to guarantee their safety?"

You didn't mean to sound so harsh really, but you were seeing your girlfriend decent into whatever cult bullshit this was and it was frustrating you to no end. You noticed Lottie looking around and nervously playing with her fingers just like she always used to do. The you heard her mumble something as she turned to leave.

"What did you say?"

You didn't expect her to turn around so abruptly but you definitely didn't expect to see tears in her eyes.

"I thought you weren't like the others. But you think I'm crazy don't you?"

"No Lot I don't think you're fucking crazy I just- this is creepy okay? I know that you're ill but you're scaring me."

Lottie took a deep breath and blinked back her tears. Suddenly she looked calm.

"If I'm scaring you so much maybe we shouldn't be together anymore."

You couldn't get another word out before she disappeared, quickly making her escape by going to the attic of the cabin.

• Shauna •

[ set after season 2 episode 7 ]

Your relationship with Sauna had it's ups and downs but after everything that happened out here you've grown closer. So close that you were under the impression that Shauna would want to talk to you about what happened with the baby. Or let you comfort her at least.

It was obvious she was not willing to let herself be comforted by anyone and Tai told you it'd be better to give her space. She would handle this her way.

Well you didn't know that her way consisted of beating the shit out of Lottie. You wanted to pull her of but you, alongside everyone else in the cabin, were frozen in shock and fear.

After Shauna seemed to run out rage she went outside, with you following behind.

"Shauna what the fuck!?"

Shauna only spared you a glance after that she continued looking at the trees in front of her, like she was annoyed by your presence. This didn't help you calm down, it only made things worse.

"You almost beat Lottie to death, are you even sorry? Don't you want to know how she's doing? Help Misty take care of your mess-"

"So what if she dies? We'll have food and then maybe the rest of them will stop thinking that they can talk to the damn pine needles."

You were shocked and hurt. This isn't the sweet girl you had a crush on. This isn't the girl that was so willing to help everyone after the crash. Her eyes are empty now and when you see emotions swirling behind them it's something dark and scary.

"Shauna you're acting off."

She scoffed, getting up to get back inside.

"If you're going to call me crazy at least say it straight up."

She had lost her child and her best friend. She had to do horrible things to survive. But so did you and you've never done something like this. You've never felt this darkness that everyone seems to have let inside. You also thought the same about Shauna, just a few days ago. The thought that she lost her soul so fast scares you because you know that it's not long before you are in her place.

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#wlw #female reader #yellowjackets x reader #yellowjackets imagine #lottie matthews x reader #shauna shipman x reader #lottie x reader #shauna x reader

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vibraniumavenger · 10 months

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Ties That Mend -Part 2

Find part 1 here.

The next morning, there was complete silence. You walked through the tower, expecting to bump into somebody but you didn't. Arriving at the kitchen, you poured yourself a cup of coffee and sat at the table, looking over the files Fury had sent you. A little while later, Nat walked into the kitchen and plonked herself in the chair next to you. She groaned as you sipped your coffee, the noise clearly disturbing her. Giggling, you stood up and poured her a cup. She took it gratefully and thanked you before taking a sip herself.

Clint and Sam were the next to join. Clint placed himself next to Nat, receiving a death glare as he took her coffee and began consuming it. You stood again, pouring another two cups and handing them to the guys. "Nat, how can you still look so good? You're hungover and you still look like a model. I'm sure I'd look nowhere near that good." You joked. Sam piped up, "Baby, I bet you'd look as flawless as always." He sent a wink and you scoffed. "You on the other hand, you look like shit this morning." You laughed, causing Clint to laugh also. It wasn't long before everybody joined you at the table, drinking coffee as they fought off their hangover. Tony on the other hand was not drinking coffee, he chose something a little stronger.

"Hey, what happened to your face?" Sam asked. He shrugs and takes another sip of his liquor. "I don't remember, I asked Jarvis for any footage but there's nothing. Thanks for fixing me up Bruce, I owe you. Well, technically you owe me. I mean, I let you live in my tower for free and supply you with things but it's fine. Now we're even." Bruce just rolled his eyes, clearly not paying attention to anything he was saying.

You were partially relieved, you didn't want him to know it was you. Another part of you wanted him to know. You wanted him to acknowledge that although he hurt you, you were decent enough to put all of it aside to help him. You sigh, standing up and walking to the bathroom before jumping in the shower, attempting to keep your distance from him.

As soon as you were gone, it started. “So, now that she’s been here a while, what do you guys think of her?" Clint asked, it wasn't meant in a malicious way. He was genuinely curious. "A girl that is secretive and dislikes Tony? I love the kid." Nat joked. Steve was next to make a comment. "She seems respectable. She is very secretive though. I can't access any files on her, they're all top secret. I'm not too sure we can trust her." The conversation continued back and forth between the members, Tony agreeing with everything they said. It's not like they were being too horrible, they were just discussing your disrespect to Tony and your secrecy. To them, this was a normal conversation. To you, it was hurtful. Not only did they not trust you, they spoke about you behind your back. "I can't stand her, she acts as if she's better than everybody else. She doesn't care for anybody but herself." Tony remarked, wanting to join in the conversation. You walked into the room, silencing them all. Obviously, you had heard everything. You didn't want to show them how hurt you felt, so you kept a straight face as you threw your towels in the wash.

"What's everybody talking about?" You asked. They hesitated, before mumbling something about a mission. You couldn't help but let out a laugh at their stupidity. Sending a glare to Tony, he swallowed nervously. He knew you heard. He knew you better than anybody, he could read it all over your face. Luckily, Steve stood, breaking everybody's silence. "Y/N, I think it's time we start training you." You avoid everybody's gaze as you turned around and walked back to your room, pulling on your training clothes. You went down to the training room, warming up as you waited for the others. They all joined shortly after, still looking guilty. Steve was the first one to step onto the mat. You started off with a few soft hits, before deciding to have no mercy. Sure, he was huge but you were determined. You fought great, dodging each hit he threw at you and then threw your own until you sent him back and onto the floor by landing a successful drop kick. The team clapped as Steve stood up, congratulating you before speed walking to the bench. The rest of the team backed out, so Natasha volunteered. Nat smirked, knowing she was able to floor you in seconds without much effort. She stood on the mat, reading your face and body language before throwing her first hit. To say you were equally matched would be an understatement, you were definitely in her league. The two of you fought continuously, not backing down. It went on until you decided to pull a move that would end it. You managed to position her correctly before throwing her over your shoulder and onto the floor, pinning her down with your legs around her neck until she slapped your leg repeatedly, indicating she was done. Everybody else was surprised, Nat never backed down with them. She stood, shaking your hand before stepping off the mat. Tony laughed, glaring at you intensely. "Got something to say?" You questioned, feeling a sudden burst of bravery. He shook his head as he walked over to you. "Where did you learn to fight like that?" You ignored his question momentarily, before you realised he was stood before you on the mat. "Why? Do you feel threatened, Stark?" You taunted. Just as he was about to throw a punch, you sent a swift punch to his throat, winding him successfully. You turned to walk away, leaving the team in awe. You felt a small sense of pride, but also plenty of guilt. Throwing yourself onto your bed, you made sure to avoid everybody for the rest of the day.

The next few days were uneventful. You kept yourself to yourself, hiding out in your room unless needed elsewhere. Steve, Bucky and Clint were called out for a mission which made it easier as there were less people to avoid. Tony was pissed you embarrassed him, he made sure you knew he was still pissed. He tried to get under your skin in every way possible. The rest of the team were sitting at the table once again. Your footsteps were heard as you made your way to the kitchen. Tony took this as his chance. "Natasha, I just want to say… you're the closest thing I've ever had to a sister. We've had our differences but you're actually a pretty decent human being. I'm proud to call you family." You could only roll your eyes, Natasha laughed as a confused expression plastered her face. "Stark, you trust me about as far as you can throw me." She confirmed. Tony once again tried to keep up the charade by practically kissing her ass for a few more minutes. You took your bottle of water, before walking back to your room. Natasha followed and walked into your room with you.

"So, I know we haven't really talked properly since you joined. I think we should get to know each other." She suggested. You scoffed, you knew what she was trying to do. "Why? So you can find out whatever secrets I have? I know you don't trust me. None of you do. You all made that clear when you spoke about me behind my back. Nobody can access my files, Fury and I agreed to keep my life a secret. There's some things that are better off unknown and whatever is on my file needs to be forgotten. Trust me, it's for everybody's own good." Natasha looked you over, attempting to read you. "You know everything about us. You expect us to trust you when we have no idea who you are. You could be anybody. We don't even know your last name!" You hesitated for a moment, before answering. "Howard. My last name is Howard. Y/N Howard. Happy?" Nat took a deep breath, clearly annoyed. "Well, Y/N Howard… a last name just isn't going to cut it. We need to know if we can trust you. Where did you even learn to fight like that?" You stayed silent, hoping she would leave. "Fine. But we're not done with this." She walked out, back to the rest of the team as you locked your door once again.

"Howard. That's her last name. You think it's legit?" Nat asked the others. Tony looked frozen, the last name clearly hitting a nerve. Everybody shrugged, unable to answer. “There has to be a way to find out more. What if we steal her file? Natasha’s basically a pro at that, she could access it easily. And, not to mention with Starks technology, it’d be easy.” Sam suggested. Nat smirked, it could work. “Unless you guys forgot, Steve already tried that. I don’t think there’s another way.” Tony stated. This lead the team to sigh, they'd get to the bottom of this. They were sure of it.

Pepper knocked on your door, you knew her knock so you didn't hesitate to open it and let her in. She sat on your bed, waiting for you to start talking. "If you want to talk, I'm here. You and I both know the truth." She reassured. You shot her a small smile before clearing your throat. "I don't know what to do, I can't stand it, I can't stand being in the tower with him. It's becoming a toxic environment and I don't think I can take much more of it. Everybody hates me, I'm pretty sure they're on to me. It's only a matter of time." You panicked, your breathing starting to increase rapidly. Pepper grabbed your hands, pulling you back to reality. "Y/N, it's fine. You need to stay calm, okay? You have me, I'll be here no matter what. You and I both know what's he's like. He's too stubborn, it's one of his many flaws. Sometimes, I could just throttle him. But, deep down he's hurt. He masks it, drowning his sorrows until he can no longer feel them. Truth is, he feels guilty about what happened. He's just too stubborn to admit that he's sorry. If he could, he would apologise right now and patch things up between you. Please, don't take anything he says personally. He just… he's conflicted. Help him. He needs you more than you know." And with that, she hugged you before walking out. You sat thinking to yourself for the rest of the night.

The next morning, Tony announced he was throwing another party. This meant you would be sat in your room all night, avoiding everything. You announced you wouldn't be attending but they all refused. "Howard, is it? Your attendance is mandatory." Tony smirked, clearly being sly before pulling you aside and whispering in a provocative manner. "If you don't attend, everybody will know." Your face expressed exactly how you felt. You were beyond annoyed, knowing you would have to attend for your own good. Nat, Wanda and Pepper asked if you'd join them on yet another shopping trip. Swiping Tony's credit card from his wallet, Nat smirked and you all followed her to the car that was waiting outside. You thanked Happy as he shut the door behind you, starting the journey to the shopping centre. You left the car upon your arrival, thanking Happy once again and rushing inside before the others. You decided to start shopping straight away, distancing yourself from them. You knew they'd be looking for you, but you didn't care. The only one you truly got on with was Pepper and she understood. You didn't want to go overboard, so you threw a few things into your basket and paid as quickly as you could before rushing out of the store. Just as you did, you bumped into them. Nat looked at you suspiciously, but brushed it off. "We thought we'd lost you." Wanda commented. "Yeah, well one can dream." you remarked before turning and walking again. They followed this time, not letting you out of their sight.

They tried on a few different dresses, asking for opinions before deciding on the one they preferred. "What're you gonna wear tonight?" They asked you. You just shrugged. "Probably just jeans and a shirt." You admitted. You weren't one to dress up. "No. Absolutely not. I'm not allowing it." Natasha dragged you to the mannequin that stood in the window, the blue dress hugging its figure in all the right places. "This would look perfect on you." You shook your head but Nat was already undressing the doll. "Here. Try it on." She pushed you into the changing room, giving you no other option but to try it on. You did as she asked, throwing it on as quickly as you could before walking out. She smirked, approving almost instantly. After changing back to your casual clothing, you went to the checkout. As Nat pulled out Tony's credit card, you declined. Using your own, you paid.

You made your way back to the tower, once again throwing yourself into your room. The party was a few hours later, by that time you were somewhat prepared. Pepper complimented you, making you smile. You thanked her, complimenting her back before heading down to the gathering. It was loud and crowded, your least favourite environment. You could feel how your body tensed, uncomfortably. You were approached by Sam, you had already rolled your eyes multiple times by the time he reached you. Handing you a drink, you laughed. "You know I don't drink, what's this for?" His face dropped, “Oh shoot, I forgot, my bad. I just thought you looked a little uncomfortable, and I wanted to help you loosen up.” You looked around at everybody else. You watched the way everybody danced, the way some stared at you, the anxiety slowly beginning to rise. Tony caught your eye, his smirked faltered and he began making his way over to you. Almost as if you felt the need to rebel against him, you took the drink and put it to your lips, preparing yourself to take a sip. His face changed completely and you took satisfaction in that. You hesitated before downing the liquid quickly. It burned as it travelled throughout your body, your face scrunched and you instantly regretted it. But did you stop? No. No, you didn't. Instead, you took another shot. “Woah, slow down there, I don’t think you should do that.” You laughed, but it wasn’t humorous, there was no emotion behind it. “I can’t take it anymore, Sam. I need to finally feel free, I’m exhausted. I need this.” A few drinks later, your head was spinning, you felt nauseous and right when Natasha sat beside you, you were pretty sure you were about do something stupid but your mind wasn't matching with your actions. Your blurred vision made it harder to concentrate. “Are you drunk?” You tried to focus on her, but it proved to be incredibly difficult. “Unfortunately, I believe I am,” you slurred. Natasha smirked to herself, as much as she didn’t agree with doing this, she couldn’t help but use this moment as an advantage. “Who are you?" Natasha asked. You were about to answer, but Tony stopped you. "Enough. I want nothing to do with this anymore. She told you she doesn't drink, and now you’re using this as a chance to investigate who she is? Do you know how wrong that is? That isn't fair. If she doesn't want you knowing, there's probably a good enough reason. Come on Y/N, let's get you out of here." You shook your head. "I'm not going anywhere with you. Not after the way you've treated me." You slurred. Tony picked you up, your sloppy hits did nothing to him as he carried you to the elevator. Pepper excused herself from her current conversation, and followed them. “Tony, what the hell happened?” Tony let out a loud sigh, “I don’t know. She got drunk, this is all my fault. I shouldn’t have made her come, she doesn’t drink and I’m the reason. I think I fucked up, Pep. How can I fix this?” Pepper rubbed his shoulder, “Don’t be so hard on yourself, okay? I’ll take care of her. You go get some rest, we can figure this all out tomorrow.” After Tony had left, Pepper encouraged you to drink water, helped you change into pyjamas and lay you in bed, careful not to hurt you. “The whole room is spinning, Pepper.” She couldn’t help but chuckle at this, “I know. You’ll feel better once you’ve slept.” You let a tear slip, “I wish things were different. I wish he cared as much as I did.” Pepper sighed, “It may seem that way, but believe me, Y/N, he cares more than you think.” She brushed the hair out of your face, but you were already unconscious. She left without another word, heading the bedroom to check up on Tony. Pepper approached him, smiling widely. "I'm proud of you, you know that?" She praised. "You did the right thing." Tony kissed her, before undressing and crawling into his bed. "Just tell the others I wasn't feeling good. Party's over." Pepper agreed, walking away to pass on the message. The tower was evacuated, leaving silence as the team made their way to their rooms once again.

When you woke up the next day, your head was pounding, and your mouth felt like sandpaper. You could barely pull yourself out of the bed, but you knew you needed painkillers and coffee. You practically dragged yourself to the kitchen and poured yourself a cup, and throwing back the painkillers to nurse your hangover. Plopping down at the table, you sent a text to Fury, asking for a meeting.

You stormed into Tony's office, startling him. "I've asked you many times before, this is the last time I'm asking. Remove me from Stark Industries, I don't want any income, I don't want any association with it. I'm better off without you and this company, I'm better off without all of you." Tony swallowed the lump in his throat. "You're entitled to half of the company, it’s what they would've wanted… you know that." He admitted. You couldn't help but laugh at this. "No, it's not what they would've wanted. They would've wanted you to take cake of me correctly, they would've wanted you to run the company correctly. Instead, you screwed up. All you ever do is screw up." You yelled, slamming your hands onto his desk. "I want no part of it anymore, I can't do it. We failed them… and you failed me. I'll sign whatever you need me to, just remove me." You walked out, bumping into Nat on the way out. "What was that about?" She asked, but you ignored her. You walked yourself out of the tower, taking one of the cars to the compound, before navigating your way to Fury.

"Agent, how can I help?" He asked, slightly shocked to see you. "I want to be removed from the Avengers Initiative." You demanded. "I'm afraid that isn't an option." This caused you to sigh, clearly frustrated. "I can still work for S.H.I.E.L.D. but I refuse to work with the Avengers." His fingers pinched the bridge of his nose, he wasn't in the mood. "Is there a problem I'm not aware of? Because, if not then I need you need to suck it up." This angered you even more. "Just place me on any other team!" "Frankly, that's not an option. There is no other team. Unless you would like to join Hydra. I'm sure I could put your name forward. They'd do anything to infiltrate us." Admitting your defeat, you apologised before excusing yourself.

Back at the tower, things were tense. The team were aware of their mistakes, they apologised; much to their dismay. You were forced to forgive them, but the atmosphere remained thick with tension. Tony was gathering paperwork in his office when you approached him once again. "I'm sorry about my little outburst earlier. I didn't mean those things I said. If it's okay with you, I'd still like to have my share." Tony nodded, giving you a small smile before you walked back out to your room.

The next few months were uneventful, you went on missions, you spent time with the team and you were still hiding the fact you were a Stark a secret. You and Tony had decided small talk was best, but you still clashed. The team questioned the possibility of you being in love with him, but they had no idea. Soon, nobody thought anything of it as they had grown accustomed to your behaviour. It was the day you both avoided everybody and failed to leave your room that caused alarm bells to sound. Your rooms were on lockdown, neither of you could pull yourselves together long enough to face the team. Your cries weren't ignored, the team grew worried. You pulled on your oversized MIT sweatshirt and wiped your puffy face over before making your way to Tony's room. You knocked a familiar rhythm and his door swung open, revealing his fragile appearance. He took one look at you before pulling you into a hug. A hug you had missed. One thing was for sure, you had your differences but in times like this, all you needed was your big brother.

A/N: Thank you so much for your support! This is part 2, as previously stated I had started on this many years ago, I'm struggling with writers block currently, so I'm just changing and editing my current fics, in order to get back into the flow of things. If you have any suggestions, let me know! I'm unsure of where I'm taking this one, so if you'd like an input, feel free! I appreciate you taking the time to read this! Enjoy :)

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The Demigod From Asgard - Steve Rogers x Reader (Part 47)

Summary: The Big Day finally rolls around

Word Count: 7.9k

Warnings: FLUFF! SO MUCH FLUFF! SMUT! 18+ ONLY! MINORS DNI!

Dividers by @firefly-graphics

Series Masterlist / Masterlist

Chapter 48: A big day and long night *

The end of August rolled around soon enough it was the big day. The original plan was that the night before you and Steve would sleep in separate rooms. However you both quickly realised that plan wasn’t going to work. Neither of you slept well without the other and you didn’t want to be sleepy on your wedding day. So you woke up to the feeling of Steve kissing your shoulders.

“Mornin’ princess” Steve murmurs burying his head into the crook of your neck.

“Morning Captain” you smile turning in his arms to face him.

“Can’t wait to marry you” he sighs resting his forehead against yours.

“Me neither, I am enjoying this though” you agree nuzzling your nose against his.

Steve chuckles pressing his lips to yours for a deep kiss. You sigh into the kiss wrapping your arms around his shoulders as he shifts you onto your back. He deepens the kiss, tongue swiping against yours as his hands run up and down your body.

You don’t get much further though as the pair of you were soon interrupted.

“You two decent?” You hear Nat call out.

Steve groans in annoyance dropping his head down to your shoulder as you laugh.

“Yeah!” You call back laughing as Steve rolls off you.

“I’m not interrupting am I?” Nat asks as she steps into the bedroom.

“No” you chuckle.

“Yes” Steve says at the exact same time.

“Well save it for tonight, Rogers, I’ve come to collect the bride” Nat says.

“Give me a minute and I’ll be out” you tell her.

“You’ve got exactly 60 seconds, I’m timing you so no funny business Rogers” Nat says pointing at Steve who rolls his eyes.

Once she was gone you climbed out of bed despite Steve’s protest. You grab a hoodie slipping it on before putting on some trainers. You turn to see Steve now sat up against the headboard watching you. You smile walking over to him and pressing a swift kiss to his lips.

“See you at the alter Rogers” you smile.

“See you later Mrs Rogers” he smiles back cupping your cheek kissing you once more.

Steve watched you go before smiling to himself. Even though 3 months was a relatively small time to wait, Steve was so glad the wait was over. He wouldn’t be lying if said he didn’t consider just taking you to city hall to get married at least a couple times in the last 3 months.

He quickly jumped out of bed jumping straight in the shower. Once he was washed he changed into a simple white T-shirt and trousers before heading towards the compound kitchen.

As he walked in Sam, Tony and Clint were already there, coffees in hand. Breakfast being cooked. Sam smiled when he saw Steve filling up a mug and passing it to Steve.

“How you feeling cap? Cold feet?” He asks.

“Not at all, I actually cannot wait, I can’t remember the last time I’ve been this excited” Steve smiles taking a sip of his coffee.

“Plus cap always has cold feet from his time as a capsicle” Tony points out making Steve rolls his eyes.

“Eat up Cap, got a long day ahead of you and you won’t get much chance to eat later” Clint says passing Steve a large plate piled full with eggs, bacon, sausage, the works.

“I better get some food, the menu is really nice” Steve says in between mouthfuls.

“You will but it’ll be random bites whenever you get a chance” Clint tells him.

“So the plan of action is that we’ll have a chilled morning, it won’t take us that long to get ready then at midday we’ll head outside to greet guests etc” Tony explains as the rest of them started eating their breakfasts.

“Cool, and there’s not been any issues have there?” Steve asks glancing over at Tony.

“Not yet” Tony answers.

“Yet?” Steve asks not liking the uncertainty.

“Every wedding has a hiccup in some form or another, usually it’s something small and easy to fix” Sam explains.

“Yeah like one of my groomsmen lost their trousers” Clint offers.

“How did he manage that?” Tony asks raising a brow.

“They fell off the hanger, didn’t notice them on the floor. We spent a good couple hours trying to find replacements before one of the bridesmaids asked if we’d checked the bottom of the closet” Clint tells them shaking his head chuckling to himself.

“So the solution is to just ask a girl for help?” Sam asks.

“Usually yes” Clint laughs “Nat is on standby in case we need her”

“Well as long as Y/N doesn’t know until after its fixed then I don’t mind” Steve chuckles shaking his head.

“Deal, as far as she knows everything will be going to plan, plus it’s me that helped organise this nothing is gonna go wrong” Tony exclaims.

“So you haven’t been tinkering on another murderbot then” Clint smirks making Tony rolls his eyes.

“That was one time” he grumbles.

Once you were showered you changed into a vest and some shorts, topped with the bride dressing gown Nat brought you. You were sat with the girls who all wore matching gowns.

In front of you was an impressive spread of different pastries, yogurts and fruit. All of you chatting at you ate away. The girls reminded you to eat as much as you could since it was probably the only full meal you’ll have all day.

“You looking forward to seeing Steve later?” Wanda asks as she ate some toast.

“Well if the scene I walk into this morning is anything to go by they’ll disappear within minutes of the ceremony being over” Nat smirks making you roll your eyes.

“You didn’t walk in on anything” you state biting into a piece of watermelon.

“So you’re telling me that if I had walked in 5 minutes later you wouldn’t have been in a more compromising position” Nat says knowingly.

“I plead the fifth” you mutter focussing more of your food while the girls laughed.

Once you’d eaten as much as possible the four of you set about the task of getting ready. The hairdresser and makeup artists that pepper organised arrived. The occasional glass of champagne being put in your hand as you got your hair and makeup done.

Your makeup was finished, the artist now working on the others while you got your hair done. You had opted for a half up style which of course incorporated braids to honour your Asgardian heritage. Your hair was nearly done when you hear a knock on the door.

“I promise I won’t look I know it’s bad luck” you hear Thor say making you all laugh.

“Its fine Thor, it’s Steve who can’t see Y/N not you” Pepper tells him ushering him in.

“Ah splendid!” Thor smiles stepping inside.

He walks over to stand besides you in front of the vanity. He smiles looking at you through the mirror.

“You look beautiful sister” he smiles.

“Thank you, you look great too brother” you smile looking back at him.

His suit was different to the others. Since he was technically on your side of the wedding party his suit while modern had Asgardian elements worked in.

“Thank you, now I don’t want to keep you long but I wanted to give you something” Thor tells you.

He pulls out a box opening it to reveal a platinum tiara you recognised.

“Is that?” You ask in disbelief.

“One of mother’s yes, she wanted you to have it on your wedding day” Thor explains as he lifts the tiara out of the box.

It was one of your favourite tiara’s your mother wore. It was one of the more simplistic ones. The metal and jewels forming branches and leaves. It looked like a laurel dipped in silver.

“Thor I can’t believe it” you mutter shaking your head trying to stop the tears from falling.

“She’d be so proud of you, while she never got to meet Steve, I know she checked on you regularly and loved your relationship with him” Thor tells you as he gently places the tiara on your head.

“I miss her, and Loki” you sigh, and he places his hand on your shoulders.

“I know, I do too” he agrees “but they are smiling down on us”

You smile back at him resting your hand on top of his.

“I shall leave you ladies to it, see you soon sister” Thor smiles heading back out.

At around midday Steve and the rest of the guys were ready to go. Steve stood in front of the mirror smoothing down his tie for probably the 100th time in the last half hour. He stood making sure everything looked right. His suit was nice and simplistic. A fitted deep navy blue suit jacket over a matching vest and light blue tie. He resisted the urge to not run his hand through his hair, turning away before he had a chance.

“Ready to go cap?” Sam asks walking over.

“Lets go” Steve smiles nodding his head.

The four of them walk outside and start towards the lake where the ceremony was going to take place. Steve smiles as he set eyes on everything. It looked incredible, simple wooden chairs lined either side of the aisle. Leading up to a white arch covered in vines and flowers. It was the perfect day too. The sun was out, not a cloud in the sky. The sunlight reflecting on the water. It wasn’t too hot though, there was a gentle breeze keeping the temperature down.

Vision and Rhodey were already there waiting for them. Both of them shaking Steve’s hand when they walked over.

“How you feeling cap?” Rhodey asks.

“Excited mostly, little nervous but the good kind” Steve chuckles.

“I’m sure you’ll be relieved to find many wedding traditions are no longer in fashion, in the 1800s guest would throw old shoes at the couple as they left for their honeymoon” Vision says making everyone chuckle.

“Yeah the only thing being thrown is confetti” Steve laughs.

Soon enough guests started to arrived and Steve got busy greeting everyone. So far he actually knew everyone who had arrived, them being agents and friends they had worked with over the years. There weren’t many guests maybe 50 maximum.

There were only 4 guests that Steve didn’t actually know. And going by the flash of light near the jets, they had just arrived. Even if he hadn’t seen the bifrost he wouldn’t have trouble working out who they were. Purely based on the clothing, thankfully they weren’t wearing armour.

“Hi you must be Lady Sif and the Warriors three” Steve greets holding out his hand.

“Captain Rogers?” Sif questions shaking his hand.

“That’s me, but please call me Steve” Steve smiles.

“Steve, this is Fandral, Volstagg and Hogun,” Sif says introducing the three men, Steve shaking all of their hands.

“I’ve heard a lot about you, it’s nice to finally meet you all” Steve tells them.

“Yes we have been on many dashing adventures together have you heard of our battle against marauders on Vanaheim?” Fandral asks.

“No I don’t think I have” Steve says not recalling that story from either Thor or you.

“It was a great battle, lasted hours. Y/N at one point made the ground collapse underneath the army marauders, trapping them in one fail sweep” Volstagg recalled making Steve eyebrows raise in surprise.

“She took out an entire army?” Steve asked shocked.

“Yes for being half-mortal she is probably one of the fiercest warriors we’ve fought aside” Hogun agrees.

“I don’t doubt that at all, she’s saved my life more times than I can count” Steve chuckles.

“Where’s Thor?” Lady Sif asks.

“Probably inside with Y/N, but Jane, Erik and Darcy are here over there” Steve explains pointing over his shoulder.

“Thank you” Sif nods heading over to their friends.

“So those are her Asgardian friends” Sam says walking over.

“Yeah, they seem nice” Steve says with a small shrug of the shoulders.

“Gonna try and get some embarrassing childhood stories from them?” Sam smirks.

“Oh no, I know what Y/N is like angry and she has the ability to wipe out an entire army” Steve chuckles shaking his head.

“Oh wow” Sam mutters in disbelief.

“Speaking of your fiancé, its nearly go time cap” Tony says walking over.

“I better go get in position then” Steve sighs smoothing down his suit.

“You’ll be fine Steve, just don’t cry” Tony says making Steve lets out a small huff of laughter.

“Or at least not straight away” Sam says patting him on the shoulder.

“See you soon Cap” Tony says before they head off.

You were stood in front of the mirror smiling to yourself as you looked down at your dress. It hadn’t taken long to find a dress you liked, as soon as you tried on this one you knew it was perfect. It was the perfect amalgamation of Asgardian and modern. The cut of the dress fitted your body perfectly and was covered all over in lace. But instead of a floral pattern, the lace resembled Asgardian knots.

“You look amazing Y/N” Nat says as you turn around.

“Like a princess” Wanda adds making you blush and chuckle.

“I feel incredible, I just wanna get out there” You smile.

“Well the guests are just sitting down now, the guys are waiting for us outside” Pepper tells you.

“You ready?” Nat asks.

You take a deep breath trying to keep your nerves and excitement at bay.

“Always” You smile.

“Let’s go get married then” Nat smiles moving to help pick up the small train of your dress.

As you step outside of the room Thor was waiting for you. As he turns around, he breaks into one of the widest smiles you’ve ever seen. He shakes his head as he walks over.

“You look amazing sister, Steve is a very lucky man” Thor sighs smiling over at you.

“Thank you brother” you smile hugging him.

“Let’s get going before I change my mind about giving you away” Thor says making you laugh.

As you step outside you see Tony, Clint and Sam all waiting for you all. They all smile when they see all of you.

“Ladies you look amazing” Sam smiles looking over at you all.

“Steve’s so gonna cry when he sees you” Clint points out.

“How is he?” You ask them.

“He can’t wait, so excited” Sam tells you making you smile even more.

“Let’s not keep him waiting on his lonesome for too long though” Nat points out.

Everyone bar you and Thor head towards the lake ready to walk down the aisle ahead of you. Clint with Wanda, Tony with Pepper and Sam with Nat.

“Last chance to back out” Thor smirks as he holds out his arm.

“Never in a million years” you smile linking your arm with his.

He smiles down at you proudly before you start heading towards the lake. You took a deep breath before rounding the corner and finally seeing Steve. Your eyes instantly met his and you broke into the widest smile. You could see his eyes turn glassy as he smiles back at you, love being the only thing you could see in his eyes.

Steve’s breath was taken away when he laid eyes on you. He’d always thought you looked beautiful even when your hair was messy wearing baggy clothes and no make-up. But now he couldn’t explain how beautiful you looked, only that you looked like a goddess. He bounces slightly trying to resist the urge to run down the aisle to you.

When you reached Steve you turned to Thor who smiled down at you before kissing the top of your head. He then turns to Steve passing your hand over and ‘giving you away’.

“Look after her” Thor says quietly.

“With my life” Steve says smiling over at you.

Thor smiles over at you before stepping away and moving to stand behind you with Nat.

“You look so, so beautiful princess” Steve tells you quietly.

“You look great too Captain” you smile up at him.

“Ready to begin?” The officiant asks the two of you quietly.

The both of you nod not taking your eyes off of each other.

“We are here on this glorious day to bear witness of the wedding of Captain Steven Grant Rogers and Y/N Odindóttir, Princess of Asgard” the officiant smiles.

You and Steve had spoken with the officiant to organise the ceremony so it honoured both of your heritages.

“Before we start, do we have the blessing of Thor?” The officiant asks.

“They do, and of Frigga” Thor says making you smile, tears welling up.

You mother was the goddess of marriage and love. Her not being here to give her blessing was something that broke your heart. But hear Thor saying that she still gave it was so heart-warming especially since you didn’t expect it.

“Great now please join hands,” the officiant asks, you and Steve join hands and the officiant ties a silk tie around them.

“I believe you have prepared your own vows” the officiant says, the both of you nodding.

“Y/N, doll, my princess” Steve starts making you laugh at all the different pet names.

“When I woke up in this century, I thought I was all alone, little did I know that 2 months later you’d fall from the sky and I would have a friend to learn about this strange new world with” Steve continues taking a small shaky breath when he felt himself getting choked up.

“Now I know you come from a world of mythical creatures, gods and magic so I won’t promise to give you a spectacular life because I can’t live up to Asgard” he says making you laugh.

“But I can promise you this, I promise that I will love you until my dying breath and longer, I promise I will keep you safe, wipe away your tears and remind you how amazing you are when you doubt yourself. I love you Y/N, now, always and forever, through thick and thin” he finishes his eyes glistening.

With your free hand you reach up and wipe away the tears that fell. Steve chuckling as you did so. You then squeeze his hand as you started your vows.

“Steve, if it wasn’t for you I probably wouldn’t have decided to stay here on earth. You had only known me for a day at most, yet you still comforted me when I needed it, you were a friend not just a teammate” you start making him smile.

“In a short amount of time you became my best friend and after some more time which honestly could and should have been sooner, you became the love of my life” you smile clearing your throat slightly as you felt yourself well up.

“I promise to love you, clean up all of your injuries, cook you your favourite meal, and apple pie, I don’t need anything spectacular, all I need is you, and I can’t wait to live the simple life with you with a white picket fence, little ones and a dog, because I love you always have always will through thick and thin” you finish just about managing to hold back the tears.

“Do we have the rings?” The officiant asks.

Sam steps forward passing the small box to the officiant. The officiant then unties the ribbon around your hands before passing Steve the ring. Steve reaches out for your left hand lifting it up.

“Do you Steven Grant Rogers take Y/N Odindóttir to be your lawfully wedded wife?” The officiant asks.

“I do” Steve beams sliding the ring onto your finger.

“Do you Y/N Odindóttir, Princess of Asgard take Steven Grant Rogers to be your lawfully wedded husband?” The officiant asks as you take Steve’s left hand.

“I do” You smile sliding the ring onto his finger.

The two of you hold each other’s hands while you anxiously wait for the words you wanted to hear.

“With the power invested in me, I now pronounce you husband and wife, you may kiss the bride” the officiant smiles taking a small step back.

Not wasting a single second Steve pulls you towards him crashing his lips onto yours. You smile into the kiss wrapping your arms around his shoulders while his hands grip your hips. You can hear everyone cheering and clapping and despite really not wanting to you pull away from the kiss. You look out to see all your friends cheering, a few wiping away some tears.

You smile back up at Steve before the two of you walk back down the aisle hand in hand. Everyone was cheering and throwing confetti as you went. When you got to the end Steve cupped your cheek kissing you once more, his arm around your back supporting you as he tilted you backwards.

As the guests made their way to the reception, you and Steve along with the rest of the wedding party took photos. You couldn’t stop smiling and you didn’t want to. You loved watching Steve and the guys take photos together. The photographer was amazing using all of these funny tricks to get the best photos. She got them racing for a bottle of beer at one point, a race Steve easily won much to Sam’s annoyance, throwing his hands up in protest.

The photos of just you and Steve were your favourite to take though. You felt like you were just in your own little bubble. You just enjoyed being in his company as he kissed your forehead or whispered something in your ear. At one point he whispered about what he wanted to do once you were alone making you burst out laughing.

Once the photos were done you all walked towards the reception. Since it was summer, you’d opted to have the reception in a gorgeous marquee that provided cover if needed but allowed guests to be outside too. Steve and you were the last to walk in everyone clapping and cheering. Steve pulled your chair out for you kissing you on the cheek as you sat down.

As the meal a started you made sure to each as much as you could while you had the chance. Steve having the same idea shovelling food in. You still were talking more than eating though making you glad you opted for a sit down meal instead of a buffet.

Once the mains were cleared Sam stood up getting everyone’s attention but gently hitting his glass with his fork.

“I have to say that was one of the best meals I’ve had for a while, now it’s the time you’ve all been waiting for, embarrassing stories time! And to kick us off I’d like to welcome the brother of the bride, Thor” Sam says making everyone laugh as Thor stood up.

“Yes hello” Thor smiles holding his hand up “I, of course, am standing in today for our father who unfortunately couldn’t be here today but as ruler of the nine realms I’m sure we can let it slide”

“I do know he would have loved to have been here today, along with our mother and brother. Now I know many of you have a distrust towards our brother” Thor continues earning more than a few snorts of laughter.

“However it was Y/N’s ability to see the good in him that I admire the most. Even when I had turned my back on him, Y/N still knew the brother we grew up with was still in there. And if it wasn’t for Y/N I don’t think Loki would have chosen to help defeat Malekith and if he was still around today I’m sure he’d continue to become better” Thor says smiling down at you his eyes glassy.

“I know your life hasn’t always been easy, and at times full of sadness. But with Steve, a man I’d follow through the gates of Hades, I know you have found a partner who I know will go to the ends of the earth for you, support you and love you and give you the life you deserve. To the bride and groom” Thor finishes, you reach up to grab his hand squeezing it as Steve rubbed your back.

“Your turn cap” Sam whispers, Steve smiles over at you before standing up, clearing his throat.

“First of all, I want to thank you all for coming and celebrating this day with us. I promise to keep this short as I’m sure you can’t wait to hear what stories Sam and Nat have, and unless it’s before a fight I’m terrible at speeches” Steve starts making everyone laugh.

“Whenever I think of our relationship I think of all the people I should thank, like Nat for pestering me to ask her out, Fury for making our apartments so close together. But one person I should really thank is Loki, because if it wasn’t for him we never would have met. And by that logic I guess I should thank the wizard of oz, because it was flying monkeys that started all of this off” Steve continues making you laugh as you recall your conversation on the helicarrier all those years ago.

“We’ve only known each other for just over 3 years, but so much has happened since Y/N fell from the sky into my life that it feels much longer, but in a good way. We’ve saved the world, fought aliens and robots, and during all that time she has made me into the person I am today, I may not be the man who went into the ice all those years ago but the man I am today is a thousand time better because of her and I will forever be grateful for that” he finishes smiling down at you.

You don’t wait for him to sit down, instead standing up and grabbing his cheeks and kissing him. He smiles into the kiss wrapping his arms around you pulling you closer. The both of you ignoring the noise from your guests.

“Well, that just leaves us two and considering we both know these two pretty well we thought we’d combine our speeches,” Nat says when she stands up.

“It’s pretty common knowledge that these two took their sweet time admitting their feelings to each other. Only finally getting together when Cap fell from the helicarrier into the Potomac” Nat starts “but that doesn’t mean they didn’t have some cute moments before then”

“For example while I was not there to witness it myself, I have it on some good authority that their first thanksgiving they were thankful for each other and fell asleep in each other’s arms” she says.

“It’s true” Tony pipes up making everyone laugh.

“They also had some testing moments like when Y/N nearly turned Steve back into a capsicle, but he did deserve it though” Nat smirks as Steve shakes his head.

“Yes these two were practically a couple in every way except in name, when I first saw the two of them together I honestly thought they were a couple. Steve was very protective of Y/N and they were always near each other if not touching, all I knew was that Y/N was off limits” Sam says making you laugh.

“Since getting together I’ve seen the two of them grow more comfortable in their own skins as if the piece they were missing was each other. Fate works in mysterious ways but one thing I know for certain is that these two people are meant to be together in this life and every other. So to a long and happy life, congratulations Captain Pouty and Elsa” Sam finishes making both you and Steve laugh, Steve rolling his eyes at the nickname.

Once the speeches were done you and Steve got up to go cut the cake. Steve stood behind you wrapping his arms around you. Hands over yours as you held the knife. He pressed a kiss to your shoulder his lips lingering for a moment as he took in the smell of your perfume and shampoo. You smile turning your head to look at him, pressing your lips to his before the two of your returned to the task in hand. Once you put a slice of cake on your plate you turned to each other. Each armed with a forkful of cake you carefully held your forks out to each other feeding each other the first bites of cake.

As you both sat back down Steve pulled your chair closer to him, keeping his arm around you. You smiled over at him as you felt his hand run up and down your side. He smiled back at you before leaning over and kissing your temple.

“You guys ready for your first dance?” Nat asks once you’d finished eating your slice of cake.

“Definitely, shall we Mrs Rogers?” Steve grins holding out his hand.

“We shall, Mr Rogers” you smile back taking his hand and standing up.

“Now it’s my honour to ask all of you to join me in welcoming Mr and Mrs Rogers to the dance floor for their first dance” Tony announces as you and Steve make your way over.

You turn towards Steve placing your hand on his shoulder, your other wrapped around own as his hand rested on your hip. Soon the familiar sound of the trumpets filled the room. You and Steve instantly began to sway back and forth as ‘It’s been a long, long time’ played.

As you danced you naturally shifted so you were closer together, your hand moving to rest over his heart. His hand covered yours his head resting atop of yours. You smiled as you heard him hum along to the music. You glanced up at him, smiling as his smiled softly down at you. His hand moved to cup your cheek tilting your head back and kissing you deeply.

Far too soon the song came to an end. But neither of you minded, as it meant more people joined you on the dance floor. Allowing you to have quiet private moments to yourselves as you continued to dance. Steve whispering sweet nothings to you whenever he got the chance.

For the next few hours you and Steve spent your time talking to your guests. Either separately or together, even if you were alone it wouldn’t be long before Steve appeared by your side. Wrapping his arms around you kissing you shoulder, or neck, or cheek or anywhere else he could.

“Thank you guys for coming all this way” you smile as you greeted Lady Sif and the warriors three.

“We wouldn’t dare miss it, seeing you grown up into this magnificent woman has been a pleasure” Hogun tells you.

“Your mother would be very proud of you, Odin too” Fandral smiles and you feel yourself well up.

“I know you do not share blood but you do very much remind me of her” Sif says and you have to wipe away the tear that fell.

“Stop you’re gonna make me cry” you chuckle shaking your head sniffling back the tears.

“That was not our intention we promise, we’re just very proud” Volstagg smiles patting you on the shoulder.

Like clockwork you felt Steve wrap his arms around you. You chuckle looking over at him pressing a kiss to his lips.

“You can’t keep your hands to yourself can you” you laugh.

“Nope, but can you blame me” he grins kissing your temple.

You roll your eyes playfully at him catching your friends smiling at the exchange.

“You enjoying the reunion?” Steve asks you.

“Yes, despite the interruptions” you smirk sending him a pointed look.

“I’m sorry, I’ll let you continue see you soon” Steve apologises with a chuckle.

He kisses your cheek before moving off into the crowds to go mingle with other guests. Leaving you to continue to catch up with your Asgardian friends. Hearing all their stories from the past couple years.

Once leaving you Steve found himself sat talking with Sam and Tony. Even as he spoke to them he found himself getting distracted. His eyes would roam the room looking for you. He’d watch you completely enamoured, you looked so beautiful in your dress. He couldn’t believe that you were his wife, that you’d chosen him to spend the rest of your life with. He was easily the luckiest man on earth. The longer he looked the harder he found it to stay away.

Thankfully you turned and your eyes met his. You smiled back over at him before excusing yourself and making your way over to him. As soon as you were close enough, he wrapped his arm around you pulling you closer. Smiling as you moved to sit on his lap, arm around his shoulders.

“So what you boys been talking about” you ask.

“Steve’s been too distracted by you to talk so we’ve been having a competition to see who can get his attention with the most outlandish sentence” Sam explains taking a sip of his beer.

“No you have not” Steve scoffs shaking his head.

“We have you just didn’t notice, which is kinda annoying because we don’t have a winner” Tony says shaking his head.

“What was the last one” you ask.

“Sam said that Vision had impregnated him” Tony says making you snort with laughter.

“That is not physically possible,” Vision said as he and Wanda walk over.

“We know it was just a game” Sam explains.

“I brought you guys some food” Nat says passing you a plate full of food from the buffet that had been set out for people to snack on.

“You are a lifesaver” you smile holding the plate so both you and Steve could eat from it.

For the rest of the evening you and Steve talked, socialised and danced. When the evening drew to a close all the guest filtered outside leaving you and Steve alone for your final dance. The two of you swayed back and forth in the empty room.

“I can’t believe it” Steve sighs looking down at you.

“Believe what?” You ask looking back up at him.

“That I have you, this strong, brilliant, beautiful, intelligent woman” he says shaking his head smiling down at you.

“Well you better because I’m not going anywhere, you’re stuck with me for the rest of your life” you tell him.

“And I don’t regret that one bit” Steve grins leaning down and kissing you.

“I love you so much” you smile up at him.

“I love you more” Steve smiles.

“That’s impossible” you tell him making him laugh.

“I beg to differ” Steve smirks.

“Well you’ll be wrong” you smirk back making Steve laugh.

“that’s our first argument as a married couple out of the way” he chuckles.

“This marriage stuff is easy” you laugh.

Once the song was over Steve held out his arm for you. Smiling up at him you link your arm with his and you start making your way outside. As you step outside your jaw drops in surprise as you see everyone holding Asgardian lanterns.

“Surprise” Thor smiles stepping forward holding a slightly larger lantern.

“Thor, I can’t- I can’t believe this” you mutter in shock.

“I know how much you loved these so I asked Lady Sif and the Warriors three to bring them” Thor explains smiling down at you.

“Thank you so, so much” you smile moving to hug him tightly.

“Here” he smiles passing you and Steve the lantern, “we thought the lake would be the best place”

“That would be perfect thanks Thor” Steve smiles.

Everyone makes their way back down to the lake. You and Steve standing right on the water’s edge. You smile over at Steve who had moved to stand behind you. His arms around you as you both held the circular lantern.

“Ready?” You smile looking over at him.

“Can’t wait” he smiles kissing the top of your head.

The two of you the push your lantern up into the sky. After a moment everyone else released their lanterns filling the sky with light. You rest your hand over Steve’s arms wrapped around your waist. You leaned back as you looked up at the sky, the lanterns shining amongst the stars.

“It’s amazing” Steve mutters looking up at the sky in amazement.

“This was always my favourite thing on Asgard” you tell him.

“You’re my favourite thing” he says making you snort with laughter.

“God you’re so cheesy” you laugh.

“Yeah but you love me” he smiles kiss your shoulder.

“Yeah, I do” you smile.

Once you and Steve had said your goodbyes you made your way back to your room. Steve insisting that he carried you across the threshold. You had excused yourself to go to the bathroom. Steve didn’t mind much, he just smiled to himself as he slung his jacket over the back of the chair. He loosened his tie, unbuttoning the top button of his shirt.

Steve had loved every moment of the day. Now while he was stood in the moment of peace and quiet he couldn’t remember being this happy at any point in his life. Steve still smiling to himself turned towards the bathroom to continue getting ready for bed.

As he did so his jaw dropped when he saw you stood leaning against the doorframe to the bathroom. You were wearing nothing but white lacey lingerie. You smirked over at him as his mouth opened and shut as he tried and failed to form words.

“Princess… I… you… fuck” Steve stuttered shaking his head slightly.

You smirk stepping out of the bathroom and walking over to him. Your hips swaying back and forth. Steve swallows as you run your hands up his chest before wrapping your fingers around his tie.

“Well that is exactly what I brought this for” you say biting your lip slightly as you looked up at him through your lashes.

Steve smirks finally recovering from the pleasant shock you gave him. His hands moved to rest on your hips. His thumbs running over the lace, his tongue poking out to wet his lips. He looked down at you, taking it all in, how incredible you looked. His eyes finally moving up to meet yours, a grin breaking out on his face.

“Well let’s not waste another second princess” he smirks.

He doesn’t give you a second to respond in anyway before he crashes his lips against yours. One hand cupped your cheek while the other gripped your hip pulling you closer. You wrap your arms around his shoulders pulling him down towards you, deepening the kiss.

His hand on your hip gravitated upwards towards your breast. His thumb firmly running over the sensitive peak, earning a small whimper from you. You feel Steve smirk against your lips before his hands moved down your back gripping your ass and pulling your hips towards his with a light growl.

Your hands move from his shoulders gripping hold of his tie. You pull it off, throwing it across the room before making a start on the buttons of his shirt. Your fingers fumbled with the buttons as you felt Steve’s lips move across your jaw and neck. Once you undone the last button you pushed his shirt off his shoulders.

Free of his shirt Steve moved, his hands falling to the back of your thighs. He quickly lifts you up, wrapping your legs around his waist. Your arms move back around his shoulders, your fingers running up into his hair. Your hips shifted as he began walking towards the bed. As you did so you felt his erection pressing up into you making the both of you groan.

He sets you down on the bed pushing you back to lie down. He cups your jaw lifting your lips to his as his hips settle between your legs. One of his hands starts running up and down your thigh, his fingers moving closer and closer to yours covered core. Your breath hitching when his fingers ghosted over your core.

“Stevie-“ you gasp squirming under him trying to move yourself closer to his hand.

“Patience princess” Steve says pressing a kiss to your jawline.

You whine when his hand moves from your thigh, but your complaints die out when they return to your breasts. His large hands cupping and messaging your breasts, thumb running over the peak making your back arch in pleasure.

His hand moves back down your body, his fingers trailing along the edge of your lace panties. His fingers then dip into your panties, running along your folds.

“Fuck princess, you’re so wet” he groans.

You weren’t able to answer. Instead letting out a breathy moan as his fingers swirl around your entrance, collecting your slick before moving up to your clit.

His thick finger massaged the sensitive spot coaxing a deep moan from you. He then slipped his fingers down and into your entrance. You gasp throwing your head back, fingers gripping tightly to him, nails running down his back. As he thrust his fingers, the palm of his hand pressed against your clit. You writhed underneath him as you feel heat pooling at your core. When he curled his fingers to hit that spot within you, you came with a large gasp, your walls pulsating around his thick fingers.

As you came down from your high, your chest heaving. You were faintly aware of Steve pulling the white lacy panties away. He ran his tongue over his lips, wetting them as he set his sights on your glistening core. All of it for him. The way you came around his fingers made him want to feel you come around his cock as soon as possible. However this was your wedding night, so Steve was going to give you the best night possible. Even if it meant dealing with his painful erection later.

So instead of returning his lips to yours, he knelt down between thighs. Pressing his lips to your dripping folds, smirking when he heard a gasp of surprise fall from your lips and your fingers weaving through his hair. As he lapped at your folds, Steve felt your fingers pulling on his hair making him let out a low moan. One that reverberated through you, your own moan escaping your lips. Steve knew you were close when he felt your legs begin to tremble around him.

“Steve- don’t stop- I’m-“ you stutter in between gasps for air.

Steve didn’t dare let up in favour of answering you. Instead he continued his attack, his tongue delving inside you. Soon enough Steve felt you grip his hair tightly as your second orgasm took control of your body.

Steve crawled back up your body, smiling when he saw you basking in the afterglow of your orgasm. It was a sight Steve would never tire of seeing. Your eyes slowly fluttered open, focussing on his own. A small smirk breaking out on your lips. Your hand moved to cup his jaw bringing his lips down to yours.

“C’mere” you murmur as his lips crash against yours.

Steve smiled into the kiss as your hands started travelling down his torso. He groaned into the kiss as you palmed his erection through his suit trousers. His hands moved to join yours as you undid his trousers, pushing them and his boxers down. Once his member was free your fingers wrapped it and began to pump it slowly.

Steve let out a stuttered groan dropping his head down against your forehead.

“Princess I’m not gonna last long if you keep that up” Steve warned.

“Don’t worry we have all night” you smirk making him chuckle.

“Oh I know” he says grabbing your wrists, he lifted them above your head pinning them down with one hand.

He kept his other hand on your hip as he lined himself up at your entrance. The both of you letting out long loud moans and he pushed into you. He stilled for a moment, savouring the feeling of your walls pulsating around him. He soon couldn’t take it no more and began thrusting into you.

Your legs hooked around his hips as he thrusted, allowing him to go deeper. Steve dropped his lips down to yours hungrily, his hand moving to cup your cheek.

“Don’t stop Stevie” you gasp your head pushing back into the bed, your back arching.

Your hips started moving up to meet his, earning a deep groan from Steve. The hand around your wrist tightening, almost painfully. Steve could feel that tightening feeling in his gut grow strong with every snap of his hips. He was desperate to hold on until after you’d hit your high. His hand moved to rub your clit and he could feel the telltale signs that you were close. You walls fluttering around him as you came, letting out a breathless moan. A few more snaps of his hips and Steve stutters as he too came, spilling his spend inside you.

Steve dropped down onto his biceps as he came down from his high. He looked at you smiling when saw the blissed out look on your face. He moved his hand from your wrists, brushing some hair from your face. Your arms moved to loosely wrap around his neck. You smiled up at him, fingers gently running over the back of his neck.

“I love you” you sigh with a smile, still catching your breath.

“I love you too” Steve smiles moving to kiss you.

When you parted Steve pulled out, rolling to lie beside you in bed. You whine slightly at the feeling of emptiness. You looked over at Steve who was staring up at the ceiling with a smile on his face. He glanced over at you when he caught you watching him.

“What?” He asks with a light chuckle.

“Just thinking about how unfair it is that my husband gave me 3 out of this world orgasms yet he only got one” you say moving to lie on your sigh, head propped up by your hand.

“I don’t care, I much prefer spoiling you” he smiles over at you.

“I care though” you say reaching out and gently running your fingers up and down his chest.

“Doll it’s fine,” he says shaking his head.

“No it’s not” you say slowly as your hand moves southwards to wrap around his member.

Steve gulps slightly, biting his lips as he grew hard once more in your hand. The both of you thanking the serum for his stamina. Steve’s hands grip the sheets as your hand moved up and down his shaft.

“And are you really gonna stop me?” You smirk removing your hand, bending down and licking a long stripe up his shaft.

Steve let out a stuttered groan as your wrapped your lips around him and bobbed up and down. His knuckles turned white as he gripped the sheets tighter and tighter. You swirled your tongue around him before deep throating him.

“Fuck- princess I-“ Steve groaned.

He couldn’t finish his train of thought let alone his sentence. He felt the tugging sensation in his gut once more as he came. You swallowed every last drop he gave you. When you removed your lips from around him, Steve sat up grabbing your cheek and crashing his lips against yours. He pulls you onto his lap moaning at the taste of himself on your lips.

“I hope you’re not tired princess because we have a long night ahead of us” he smirks.

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chidoroki · 1 year

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182 Days of TPN - Day 26

Chapter 26: “I Want to Live”

Believe me, I did hate Isabella once upon a time because of her causing such serious harm to our best girl, but nowadays I can’t help but be a bit amazed that she had the strength (& skill??) to break Emma’s leg so perfectly that it heals up right before the escape. Take about excellent timing.

Seeing Lani, Thoma, Anna & Nat react this way about Emma’s leg because they’re already informed of the house’s secret since the night Krone spoke with NE is just so good. Aahhh, it’s little moments like this that make revisiting this series so worth it.

I’m constantly flipping between fear and praise for Isabella in regards to everything she’s accomplished in one day. From eliminating Krone and clearing out her room in mere minutes, to breaking the strong six year deal with her son, then sprinting across the entire plantation to reach NE before their wall investigation even began, effortlessly snapping Emma’s leg which in turn delays any other attempt of an early escape and finally revealed the news of Norman’s shipment that sends the group of five into a panic.. all of that Isabella accomplishes in just a couple hours and not once did she encounter any sort of problem. She is such a chess-master. The way her mind works is impressively frightening.

This panel is totally heartbreaking for sure and only comes up in Emma’s imagination, but why couldn’t the anime include it?? They could’ve even squeezed it into someone’s nightmare at some point post-escape since RE both heavily regretted not being able to save Norman. That’s just wishful thinking on my part though, you know, if the second season actually followed the story and gave us original scenes we actually wanted to see.

Bro he already look so dead inside.. this poor boy is trying his hardest to stay positive for Emma but mentally he is about to fall apart.

The parallel of the cup overfilling with water as Norman experiences an overwhelming desire to live alongside everyone is so emotional. I wanna hug him please!

I know many people (even Ray) believed it was foolish of Emma’s plan to escape with everyone, but I can’t deny that tighter security would be problematic for those that end up getting left behind. Even though they couldn’t save all the kids, escaping with the fifteen oldest kids at least grants the younger ones at the house a couple more years since the farm needed more decent quality merchandise to ship out anyway.

Typical chidoroki post involving even more Isabella praise, what a surprise. Knowing she was prepared to break a limb of someone is such a scary thought though.. this woman is so serious about her own survival and there’s no way she’s gonna let herself be outplayed by a couple children. (Also, what’s with the “silence please” note on the wall? Did she put that there? Why? When? How do I find it so intriguing and humorous at the same time?)

Favorite panel/moment:

This is the first time where I went through a whole chapter and didn’t instantly go “YES! That one!” so let me think for a moment, umm.. here.

He’s doing his best to hide his pain.

#the promised neverland #tpn manga #182daysoftpn #chidoroki used chatter

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kandisheek · 3 months

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FIC REC WEEK 3 – STUCKY FAVORITES

AUTHOR SPOTLIGHT: triedunture

There are so many things I love about triedunture's writing. Not only do they have a really impressive grasp on creating interesting emotional conflict, but the resolutions they come up with are incredibly satisfying. Plus, they're a veritable master of smut.

Here's some of their work that I think you should check out:

Good Boy

Pairing: Steve/Bucky Rating: E Words: 13,473 Tags: Dom/Sub, Exhibitionism, Petplay

Summary: Bucky is still adjusting to life with the Avengers, and Steve is willing to do whatever it takes to make him feel comfortable. Increasingly, though, what seems to make him comfortable is strangely intimate. Surprise, Steve! You're a gentle dom and Bucky wants to be your pretty pet!

Reasons why I love it: I really love the escalation in this. The way they slip into their play feels so natural, and Bucky is so sweet in how much he needs Steve's comfort. Steve's inner conflict is really well-handled, and I especially love the resolution. If you enjoy hurt/comfort and emotional dom/sub play, then I guarantee that you'll love this one!

Rogers & Barnes: Partners

Pairing: Steve/Bucky Rating: T Words: 10,510 Tags: Asexual Steve, Fake Relationship, Love Confessions

Summary: Steve and Bucky have to pose as a couple for a mission. Nat insists it really is the only option. She's checked. The complication: unbeknownst to even Natasha, Steve and Bucky's friendship has been rocky ever since Bucky confessed his tender feelings and Steve left him out in the cold. Can asexual, completely-in-love-with-his-angry-best-friend Steve complete the mission and win Bucky's heart? (The answer is yes. Yay!)

Reasons why I love it: Steve struggling with his sexuality is one of my favorite tropes. And this fic does it perfectly. Add to that an undercover couple mission, hurt/comfort to the max, some really cool OCs and a near death experience, and you've got the recipe for an amazing fic. Which this one definitely is. Go and read it!

Not Another Supersoldier Fantasy

Pairing: Steve/Bucky Rating: E Words: 16,462 Tags: Friends to Lovers, Romantic Comedy, Sex Toys

Summary: Bucky finds a popular sex toy modeled on Captain America's own anatomy. Well, isn't this just perfect? Because even after all this time, he still hasn’t seen Steve’s supersoldier cock. But apparently in this day and age anyone with $29.95 can get a decent replica. The unfairness of this is of galactic proportions.

Reasons why I love it: This fic makes me laugh so hard. Steve is no nonchalant about having his dick immortalized, and Bucky's descent into madness over it is hilarious to see. It makes the sweet moments all the sweeter. Plus, all the locations the dildo turns up in are absolutely brilliant and something I can definitely see the Avengers doing. A wonderful fic that you should definitely read!

Eight-Pager

Pairing: Steve/Bucky Rating: E Words: 6,442 Tags: Crossdressing, Roommates, Genderfluidity

Summary: Steve gets a job drawing dirty comics. Bucky thinks he needs help coming up with sketches. Not that Bucky minds posing in ladies' underthings.

Reasons why I love it: God, crossdressing Bucky is my absolute kryptonite. Juxtaposing that image with the fact that Bucky still takes charge in the bedroom and fucks Steve into next week is just the cherry on top of an already delicious sundae. This fic is incredible, and I'd recommend it to anyone!

Auld Acquaintance

Pairing: Steve/Bucky Rating: E Words: 5,810 Tags: Skrinkyclinks, Post-CA:TWS, Hurt/Comfort

Summary: Due to magic or whatever, Steve is transformed back into his small self while pursuing the Winter Soldier on New Year's Eve. Bucky, seemingly acting on instinct, chooses to protect him despite his mistrust. Also, Steve is a bit of a tiny powerbottom.

Reasons why I love it: Oh man, this one just tears at my heartstrings. Bucky's mistrust and Steve's desperation are beautifully written, and the smut is superb. I really love the emotional arc here, all the way to the bittersweet ending. Definitely give this fic a read, you won't regret it!

#marvel #stucky #fanfic #fic rec #fanfic rec #a year in fanfic recs

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Pottery date for nat and lamia maybe?

Thank you!! This isn't the usual pottery date, but I hope you like it (and also that you don't mind that I'm using the prompt for the OC Kiss Week day 3: nostalgia)

Short spin-off for Natalie Sewell or the modern Pygmalion (read on AO3)

Pottery date, making their own homemade gifts for the other (+AO3 link)

Spring in Wayhaven was a beautiful sight. Nat had mentioned it to Lamia a few times in the last few days, but, she, used to the blooming flowers and the joyful chatter, just said that it looked the same it always did. She was probably right, Nat thought while waiting outside of the workshop. After all, she had seen those same trees lose their leaves thirty times by then, how could it be as impressive to her as it was to Nat?

However, when she turned to the store window, she was as transfixed on the details of the ceramic work as she was the first time she was close to a ceramist for the first time, even though that happened more than 300 years ago. She still got lost in the delicate details of the lusterware and the bright colours of amateur mugs, to the point she didn’t notice Lamia approaching her until she was right by her side.

“I’ve wanted to give pottery a try since this store opened,” Lamia stated as a greeting.

“It took you long enough,” Nat replied, smiling.

“I was waiting for the right company.” Lamia leaned in to kiss Nat’s cheek and took her hand, before leading her inside. She was wearing her favourite hijab neatly pinned so it wouldn’t get in the way of their lesson, matching the blush toned scarf with a long vest and wide pants. Only she could choose a white sweater for a pottery class, thought Nat, trying to hide a chuckle.

“So,” whispered Lamia as everyone was taking their seats, “any tips for beginners?”

“Me? I know as much as you do.”

“Really? I was hoping for some help from an expert,” Lamia sighed, looking less confidently at her block of clay.

“Sorry to disappoint you, but I was more interested in sculpting back then.”

“Of course you were.” Lamia rolled her eyes fondly at her. “Is there that much of a difference?”

“Just enough, I suppose. It will be nice to be an apprentice again.”

“How long has it been since the last time you were in an atelier?”

Lamia scooted over her chair to get closer, genuinely curious about what Nat might say. She knew the vampire didn’t usually share too much of her past, so, during conversations like that one, she would gently push for any nugget of information. Nat was aware of her need to know her story, all of it, and, although it melted her heart only to think about it, there was something holding her back from saying anything that could detangle her past for her. They didn’t know each other for a long time, even if it felt like a lifetime. What was a year in eternity?

“Seven years,” Nat finally confessed. She knew Lamia was waiting for more, but she couldn’t bring herself to it. What would she think after she heard the story? Would she still see her the same way? What if she hurt Lamia by showing her what was left of her memories of Galatea?

Luckily, she didn’t need to look for an excuse. The owner of the store caught everyone’s attention with a cheerful introduction and Lamia went back to her place, not after gently squeezing Nat’s hand. She would wait until she was ready.

It turned out that the pottery lesson wasn’t extremely complicated. Nat worked with ease in creating gradually longer cylinders of clay and then piled them up until she got a decent sized bowl. She then blended them together with a tool shaped like a half moon until all sides were only slightly uneven. It wasn’t perfect by any means, but Nat was surprised her hands remembered working on clay. When she turned to Lamia, she found a very different picture.

Lamia was frowning at her clay. It kept breaking over and over again and she tried to fix it by pressing her fingers along the surface. Her white top had muddy stains around the wrists.

“It hates me,” Lamia whined, after a crack formed again from the edge and the top crumbled from its own weight.

“It doesn’t hate you,” replied Nat; she brought her chair closer to Lamia’s and grabbed a small piece of clay, “you have to touch it just the right amount. Let me show you.”

She guided Lamia’s hands to roll smoother cylinders, lightly pressing the clay to shape it, taking just a drop of water so it didn’t dry too quickly. With Nat’s help, she managed to piece together a small acceptable vase. Her face lit up with pride and she watched delighted as the teacher put her creation in the oven.

Lamia looked chippier throughout the next step. She mixed the powder, water and alcohol to get the most vibrant colours. Green, blue, orange… They were already stunning in her palette. The hour went by all too quickly for Nat, who wasn’t so sure about her own design. As much as she tried to copy Lamia’s process, she was too distracted by her focused expression. The tiniest wrinkles had appeared between her eyebrows and she could see the shadow of a smile on her pursed lips. She worked efficiently, with no time to spare for doubt. It was mesmerising. When the pieces were out of the oven and were finally cooling down for paint, she had managed to draw and cut a beautiful design imitating a fantastic mosaic. She laid her handmade stencil over the curved surface.

“I think we make a great team,” said Nat.

“Of course we do,” answered Lamia, without looking up, “how is your bowl going?”

Nat looked back at her own piece. She had placed some small flowers and birds which didn’t look too bad, but hadn’t really been thinking about it.

“Aw, it’s cute,” Lamia cooed at the shy strokes of her brush to which Nat laughed.

“I wasn’t paying too much attention to it. Yours is more interesting.”

“Do you like it?” asked Lamia, excited, “my cousins and I used to do mosaics at school, you know, with colourful paper. It was fun.”

“You look like you are having fun.”

“Absolutely. Much better than shaping clay.”

“Agree to disagree,” smiled Nat and went back to her work.

Nat was satisfied with her work when she put her brush down. She had missed getting her hands dirty and she was pretty sure Farah would be ecstatic to learn about that class.

“I expected it to be more like Ghost, but this isn't too bad,” admitted Lamia, observing her lines from a close distance.

“Ghost?”

“Yeah, the movie. You haven’t seen it?” She looked horrified when Nat shook her head. “We are watching it tonight. You need to watch Ghost.”

“If you say so,” conceded Nat, who knew when a battle was lost, “but we won’t be able to watch it if you look at your vase so closely.”

“I think I moved the stencil at some point. Look! These lines don’t make any sense.”

Nat took Lamia’s hand, which got her attention back.

“It looks beautiful. We need to let it dry now.”

“Again? Can’t we take it home now?”

“I don’t think your sweater can take more of this class,” Nat chuckled and rubbed the fabric between her fingers.

They left the store after thanking their teacher to slowly walk towards Lamia’s apartment. The night was a bit too hot for that time of year, but perfect for a calm stroll. Lamia was unusually quiet, until her home started to take form between the buildings.

“What happened seven years ago?” she hesitantly asked.

Nat took a moment to consider her next words and Lamia patiently waited for her, intertwining their fingers.

“I met a woman.”

“Ah,” Lamia sighed, “that’s how most of my stories start too.”

They both laughed, aware that the joke was just a way to tell Nat how impatient she was.

“It’s a complicated, long story.”

“I have time,” Lamia tried to reassure her with a smile.

Breathing deeply, Nat continued.

“You remind me of her.”

“How come?”

“It was just a moment, the first time we met.”

“So I look like her?”

Nat looked on her face any shadow of hurt, but there was none.

“Not anymore. You two are too different for any physical resemblance to matter.”

“So what happened?”

“She left. It was the right thing to do,” she added quickly when she saw Lamia's surprise, “I can see that now.”

“But it wasn’t easy back then.”

“It rarely is,” admitted Nat. Even after so many years, she still felt the weight of melancholy thinking about those few months.

Lamia quieted down again for a few minutes, mulling over the small blinks of her past. When she spoke again, she did it in a soft voice, calmly, as if she was prudently choosing her words.

“I know you don’t want to or you don’t like talking about your past and it’s okay if you don’t want to tell me why. But I want you to know that I understand that you had a life before me. A very long life. I won’t hold anything against you.”

Nat sighed, unable to answer like she wanted or how Lamia deserved.

“There is… a bust in the warehouse. One of the last I made of her. I’ll show you some day.”

Lamia stopped and pulled Nat’s hand to bring her closer. She cupped her face with her hands before giving her a short, tender kiss.

“Thank you. Now, let’s go. We have a movie to watch.”

The next day, after picking up her work at the workshop, they headed to the warehouse. Nat let Lamia enter first in the dark room, where most of their belongings from other missions were carefully stored. The bust was unceremoniously balanced between other small souvenirs.

“She was beautiful,” whispered Lamia. She reached to caress the cold cheek of the one who looked exactly like her, and still so different.

“She was.”

Lamia tore her eyes from the bust to look worryingly at Nat.

"Do you know anything about her?"

"Not in a long time."

Lamia nodded. After a hesitant instant, she took the bust in her hands.

"She deserves to be seen."

She held it against her chest, making sure it was safe and gestured for Nat to open the door again. Lamia walked in front of her, and took them to the library. Nat opened the door again for her and watched Lamia place the bust on the shelf in the middle of the room, right at the level of their eyes. The sunlight hit its cheeks almost bringing it to life.

"I'll buy some flowers and we'll put my vase here," said Lamia, pointing next to the statue.

Nat stood next to Lamia in silence. Looking at that face she knew so well didn't cause as much pain as she thought it would. Lamia leaned against the shelf, and lightly kissed the statue's forehead.

"I hope she is okay."

Nat stepped hesitantly towards the bust and repeated the gesture. The dried clay remained cold under her lips and she smiled against the stone.

"I'm sure she is."

#trying to get back to creative work #please excuse how rusty i am it took forever to remember how to use words #sara writes #lamia x nat #twc n #lamia ezzatri #my characters #natalie sewell or the modern pygmalion #ockiss23

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Chapter One: Readjustment

Summary: Living in Detroit, the capital of androids, constantly reminds Natalie Tyler of the accident that changed her life for the worst. Her world is overturned after deciding to adventure out of her apartment and back into the cruel world. When androids start to peacefully protest for their rights, she is asked to work with a RK800 prototype android that goes by the name Connor.

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A/N: Next to be uploaded is my DBH fanfic! I quite enjoyed writing this one quite a while ago, hope ya’ll like it too lol

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DATE

NOV 5TH, 2038

TIME

AM 08:43:18

"HAVE YOU SEEN THE NEWS THIS MORNING?"

A pair of light green eyes tore themselves away from the tablet they had previously been reading to stare at where the voice had come from. With a tilted head of chestnut hair, a woman, looking approximately twenty-six years of age, pursed her thin pink lips and glanced up at the voice. "I don't watch the news anymore," she said spitefully and looked back down to her reading, "all they ever speak about is the negative aspects of life. I don't want to be reminded that life outside is just as bad as in here."

The voice sighed. "I'm just saying, it was quite… different than what they usually cover."

She paused her reading once more and finally turned her full attention to the man in the doorway of the room. The man, Ethan Tyler, smiled slightly at her and nodded his head as if he read her mind. He could imagine her confusion at his statement. "They weren't just expressing their admiration for the fact that androids make such good slaves?"

Ethan chuckled slightly, however, he couldn't help the sting of bitterness that struck his chest at the reminder. He is well away of the fact that androids are looked down upon in their society. He has been reminded of it every day. Despite the majority of people disrespecting androids because their only purpose is to be slaves to humanity. However, both he and Natalie have always viewed androids to be equal, or at least, that they can be equal to humans. That view has never changed. Not even after the accident.

"You know how humanity is," he tried to joke, but he only earned an eye roll from Natalie. "They always do, but this one story that they covered is… well, you'll just have to watch it to see." He left the bedroom and strolled into the family room of the apartment as he plopped down onto the couch in front of the muted television.

With slight apprehension, Natalie shuffled her way out of her bedroom and into the family room to join Ethan by the couch. She didn't make a move to sit beside him because she didn't see a need to. Whatever story the twenty-three-year-old had to show her was most likely some sort of joke. As soon as she heard what the news anchors had to say about their "slaves", she would go back into her solitude and wither away in her room as she was before. She didn't care about what everyone else was doing on the outside. She hasn't left their shared apartment in over three years. If this news story was a way for Ethan to try and convince her to go out and back into the society that ruined her life, then he will be sorely mistaken. Nothing has, or will, convince her to leave this apartment.

The apartment is decent. Nothing too fancy or plain, and it is the perfect size for the two people in the family room. Two bedrooms, a bathroom, a decent kitchen, small family room, and a small dining room proved to be the right amount of space for them. They had some of the latest technology all around their home, though it was more for Ethan's use. Natalie mostly just uses tablets for reading.

"So who's reporting it this time," Natalie scoffed and crossed her arms in slight annoyance.

"It's not just one of them, Nat, it's all of them!"

Natalie turned to him with a skeptical eye, "What kind of story is this again?"

Ethan smiled as he realized that he now had her full attention, "one you'll find intriguing, I'm sure of it."

Natalie pursed her lips and shrugged her shoulders. If Ethan says that this story is intriguing, then it must be something to look into. Even if it wasn't, she found it cute that Ethan wanted to show her something he found important. The way his eyes crinkled in the corners of his light green eyes that would become flooded with hope always caused her to smile slightly. He is the only one that could make her smile like that. He will always be the only one. Because she is never going back outside again.

"Unmute," he commanded the television and at his word, the television began to emanate the sounds of the news anchors as they explained the details of a certain story.

"Several sources report that Cyberlife has provided Detroit Police with a prototype detective android. Although police assistant androids have existed for several years now, this would be the first case of an android being authorized to play an active role in criminal investigations." One of the news anchors, a grey-haired man who does nothing but annoy Natalie to death, started before Ethan changed the channel to another news show. At the man's words, Natalie's eyes widened as she uncrossed her arms. An android? Man, Natalie thought, what the hell type of prototype is this android? She sat down on the chair beside the couch and leaned forward to get closer to the television as it drew all of her attention. Ethan was right, this story is certainly intriguing.

"It is confirmed that two months ago the prototype android conducted the negotiation during the hostage situation involving a malfunctioning android and the Phillip family."

The channel switched once again, "despite the fact that the hostage, nine-year-old Emma Phillip, had been retrieved safely from the rouge android that had taken her hostage, you must wonder: Was there a high risk of her dying if there was a problem caused by the prototype."

Again, it switched, "The prototype RK800 was approved to work on these cases by the Chief of Police and Cyberlife. However, can we really trust an android to deal with such high-stake situations?"

And again, "have the officers even thought of the precautions that can come with allowing an android to conduct these investigations?"

"Androids are good for one thing, and one thing only! They are, for lack of a better word, slaves. They have no other purpose and they don't have the higher intellectual capacity to deal with deadly situations like this!"

"Off!" The television turned off at Natalie's harsh command and left both Natalie and Ethan in their silent apartment. The cars outside are really the only sound that can be heard in the apartment.

Ethan turned to Natalie as she drummed her fingers against the armrest of her chair in contemplation. He observed how her eyes became narrow, her lips were pulled back in a straight line and her eyebrows were creased. He knows that she must be thinking over what the news really means, how the news could affect everyone and the probability that this effect could be positive or negative. She rarely ever did this sort of thing. After the surgery, Natalie didn't want to use her mind for the longest time. It had gotten to a point where Ethan had to make sure that she didn't end up erasing everything in her mind at an attempt to stop her own suffering. The first few weeks after the life-saving surgery, Natalie had information implanted into her mind by the doctors who operated on her in order to see a certain outcome. The only outcome he observed was her humanity slowly being stripped away.

He brushed off those negative thoughts and focused on what was happening now, "so what do you think?"

Natalie pursed her lips and turned to him with a calculating stare, "are you trying to get me to go outside?" She inquired, "do you think that now there is an android working as some sort of detective that I might decide to venture outside on the chance that I'll feel accepted by our society?"

"Damn, you've caught me," Ethan chuckled nervously as he leaned forward to get closer to her. He sighed, "listen, Nat, I know things are hard now, but it's been three years, don't you want to go outside and see everything again? I mean you're starting to get a bit pale!" He tried to joke and earned a slight giggle from the woman. They both knew that she is pale by nature, it's just in her genetics. Even now, it isn't like staying inside will do anything to make her paler, her skin will always stay the same now. She'll always look the same for the rest of her life.

"Ethan, I know that you have good intentions, however, I don't think my presence will be well received-"

"But that's the thing, Nat! You look human! It's not like anyone is going to look at you and know right away that you're different."

Natalie sighed and shook her head as she tried to understand where Ethan was coming from. "I know that, Ethan. It's just… I can't look at the world the same anymore," She gulped. Ethan's gazed lowered in sadness as he realizes what she is saying. He could try to integrate her back into the world, but everything is different for her. Nothing is going to be the same for her ever again. "No matter where I look I always see… information about something I look at, whether I want it or not. It's like it automatically downloads into my head and I can't make it go away. I don't want to know someone's criminal past or their occupation or statistics or probabilities." Her frustration boiled up as she exclaimed, "I just hate seeing all of that!"

Ethan jumped out of his seat as he could see her emotions were beginning to grow. He quickly pulled her up and embraced her in a tight hug. Despite her being older by a few years, he is taller than her by a good few inches. He hugged her tightly, "I won't force you, I promise. I just thought that this is a chance for you to get back out there. You were given life again, I don't want you to hide away forever."

Natalie scoffed, "since this experiment worked out, I'll probably live forever."

Ethan shook his head and held her shoulders, "you know what I mean, Natalie." He sighed and ran a hand through his hair, "I don't want you to lock yourself up in your room, you of all people deserve to live life to the fullest! I want to see you happy…" He sighed and cupped her face in his hands before placing a quick kiss on her forehead.

Natalie closed her eyes and took a deep breath to calm herself down. Getting agitated isn't going to help, she thought, maybe he's right. Going back outside might possibly be beneficial… despite the fact that the world has caused her tremendous hardships and pain, she can't hide away from it. Perhaps what she needs is one day out just to see if she's ready. One day out of the apartment might do her some good. Where she might go is unknown to her, but she knows just the person to go see first.

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DATE

NOV 5TH, 2038

TIME

AM 10:47:34

"Natalie." An RK200 model android, called Markus, greeted as the doors to the large mansion slide open. Dressed in a dark green hoodie, white t-shirt, jeans, sneakers, and a white beanie, Natalie smiled at the android in front of her. She always found that she had an easier time speaking with androids than humans throughout her life, more so now than before.

"Morning, Markus. I suspect Carl's home, I hope he isn't too busy." She stated hopefully.

The android smiled and moved to the side to allow the woman into the home. "He just finished working on one of his paintings, follow me."

The two walked through the hallway of the luxurious home and Markus lead Natalie into the living area. At the far left of the room was the dining table where an old man sat in a wheelchair. From the evident scowl on his face, Natalie suspects that Carl had a run in with his deadbeat son, Leo. Natalie hates that man with a passion. (Her perfect memory has given her the ability to remember a person's mannerisms, and she can remember just how Carl acted when he had just spoken to his son. There are a few good aspects of her improvement and this one she is somewhat pleased to have it, but she would rather do without a few other… updates she received. It's a blessing and a curse, as she would say.)

"You've redecorated," Natalie said which drew Carl's attention to her as she looked around the living area and took in all of the changes. She turned to the old man with a smirk and continued with a solemn voice, "I don't like it."

"Oh, and I was hoping for your approval," Carl jokingly commented as Markus wheeled Carl out from behind the dining table and toward the young woman. He stares at her with a slight reprimanding stare. "It seems you've finally found the time to visit me."

Natalie smiled sheepishly and scratched the back of her head. "It only took me three years to get out of the apartment, huh?"

"It's good to see you, Natalie, however, I hoped that my favorite goddaughter would have visited earlier than this." Carl chastised her as they moved over to the couches so that they could sit together. Natalie rested on the armrest of the couch as Markus wheeled Carl to sit in front of her. The android disappeared into the kitchen to get a drink for the two of them.

"How have you been, Carl?" Natalie asked with a smile and laughed, "I can't imagine how dull life has been without me!"

Carl chuckled at her exclamation, "it has been, my dear. Though Marcus has been great company since you've been gone." At the mention of his name, the android came back into the room with two glasses full of what Natalie could see as wine. The information popped out at her once the drink was in her view.

'Satte Cava

Aged: 16 years, 9 months, 3 days. Origin: Verona, Italy

Company: Colline Lisce'

She rubbed her eyes and blinked repeatedly and tried to make the information disappear from her sight. "Are you alright?" Natalie nodded her head and took the drink from Markus' extended hand.

"I'm good, Carl, just a slight headache," she tried to convince him the best she can.

Carl could see right through her lie. He has known Natalie ever since she was a little girl, he even knew her parents before she was born, so he knows when she lies. Even though he hasn't seen her face to face in three years, and she has gone through a tough recovery, she is still the same little girl he babysat in the past. He still sees her as his own daughter.

"I can tell it's not just 'a slight headache'," he commented and sipped on the drink, "it has to do with the surgery, doesn't it?"

Natalie let out a breathy laugh, "of course you can tell if it is or not." She took a deep breath and lowered her head, "I just can't stop it sometimes," she gestured to her head, "my mind just downloads information instantly, wherever I look I always get information about random things and it gets annoying really fast."

Carl nodded his head as he sympathizes with her, "but your surgery was life-saving, without it we would not be having this conversation, I'm afraid we would still be grieving."

Natalie closed her eyes and took a deep breath, "would it have been better that way." Her voice was barely a whisper, but Carl's aged ears were able to hear what she said. He shook his head and was about to say something when she continued. "Would it be better to remember me for what I was before? To remember me as just… me? Now they all despise me because I've become something completely different!"

"Don't say something like that, Natalie!" Carl chastised her with a harsh voice. Why does she think that? He wondered it was a miracle that she was saved after the accident. However, even after the surgery, he can see that her life has become… less than pleasant for her. "Your cousin has done a lot for me in my old age, but I am most grateful for him saving your life."

Natalie stayed silent and contemplated his words. Didn't she get a say in whether she lived or died that day? She is glad that she was saved from an early death, but was it really worth it. Was it worth losing everything that made her life… her life? In her family's opinion, their little girl did die that day. A… creature took her place afterward. She took a swig of the alcoholic drink and grimaced at the taste, "god, I almost forgot that you have such a bad taste of wine." She chuckled weakly.

Carl sighed and placed his glass down on the side table then rested his hands on Natalie's as she gripped her own glass tightly. Her knuckles had turned white and he thought he saw the glass start to crack at the amount of force she was using on it. "I know it's hard, Natalie, I can't imagine what you're going through. But things will get better, they have too." He told her. He hopes that his optimism will rub off on her and convince her that her misfortune is over.

"I hope you're right," Natalie said and turned away from him so he wouldn't see the expression of disbelief she is certain washed over her face. "'Cause I don't know how much longer I can take this."

The two were enveloped in silence as they both took in her words. Carl then sighed, "how's Ethan? I'm sure he's happy to know that you've decided to leave the apartment." Diverting the conversation from the depressing topic it had seemed to stumble upon seems to be a good decision. That was evident from the fact that Natalie turned back to Carl with an appreciative smile.

"Oh, he's over the moon." She laughed slightly as the tension began to wash away from her body. "He followed me all over the place this morning, I ditched him downtown after he dragged me around." Carl chuckled. Yes, that seems to be something Ethan would do. "He had to show me all the new shops that were down there. It was strange to see what places closed and what replaced them." She took another sip of the, in her opinion, ghastly tasting wine, "though, I was happy to see that my favorite cafe is still there."

Carl nodded his head, "things must have changed quite a bit after being cooped up in your home for so long."

"You have no idea," She commented, "it's like I was let out of a time capsule from three years ago!"

The two continued to chat idly with each other and enjoyed themselves. Carl had indulged himself in his Italian wine as Natalie barely touched the drink. At one point, she had asked Markus for just a glass of water in order to wash the sour taste from her mouth. She hasn't been much of a drinker in her adult life and nowadays, alcohol doesn't agree with her much anymore. Though, that doesn't bother her much.

After about an hour of the two conversing, every once in a while Markus would join in as well, Natalie's eyes fluttered closed. Carl watched in fascination as her eyes rapidly moved around underneath her eyelids. Just as fast as her eyes closed, they opened again, though this time the green orbs were glazed over slightly and she looked dazed. "Is everything okay, Natalie?"

She nodded her head quickly and blinked a few times, "yeah, I'm still getting used to my newest… abilities, let's say." She cleared her throat, "Ethan called me, I think he's wondering where I am."

"Well, I suppose I've kept you here long enough, you have other things to see than spending time with an old man like me."

Natalie chuckled as she stood up, "I'd spend the whole day with you, Carl, but I think Ethan's starting to worry I was kidnapped or something." She embraced Carl in a meaningful hug before pulling away and kissing him on the cheek. "Don't strain yourself too much while painting, gramps. Don't want you to hurt yourself."

Carl chuckled, "As long as you promise to visit every once in a while."

"Deal." Markus pushed Carl out of the living area while following Natalie as they made their way to the front door. "Watch out for him Markus, I only can imagine what sort of trouble he puts you through." Carl playfully glared at her while Markus smiled politely.

"Don't worry, Natalie. Carl isn't trouble at all."

She scoffed and smiled, "I'm sure." She winked and headed out the door, "See you."

"Goodbye, Natalie."

"Bye, my dear."

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Natalie walked along the sidewalk of the wealthy neighborhood and headed to the park a few blocks away. She could just take a bus or taxi to meet up with Ethan faster, however, she found walking allowed her to admire everything closer. She had locked herself in her apartment for about three years, she wants time to admire the outdoors since she hasn't seen it in a long time.

As she walked she glanced at androids as they did yard work on some of the houses, took care of kids outside the homes or helped people move things. Androids had always fascinated her ever since she was a toddler, at least, from what she was told. Her oldest cousin had worked on the development of androids as they grew up together. He had even allowed her to work with him on the development of androids, he had told her. One of the first androids happened to be about forty-three percent of her own work.

Of course, Elijah took the credit for the work. (Mainly because he was the oldest of the two and didn't want her to be brought into the limelight at an early age.) She had worked in the shadows on different projects with him. However, she does remember that she always wanted to work with Elijah at Cyberlink. It's a shame he's gone 'off the grid' recently.

Speak of the devil and he shall appear, Natalie thought as she halted her steps. Her eyes fluttered closed as she got a call. One of the upsides to what happened to her, she doesn't need an actual cell phone or anything of the sort. She basically gets calls in her head. It's strange, yes, but she finds it to be a positive result of what happened to her. She likes to just focus on the positive parts of what happened.

"If it isn't the man of the century!" She said as her eyes opened again, however, this time a picture of Elijah Kaminski now was displayed in front of her eyes.

"Hello to you too, Ms. Cyborg."

Natalie rolled her eyes and scoffed at the nickname, "not that it isn't good to hear from you, Eli, but why did you call." She continued to walk along the sidewalk to the park and listen to her cousin.

She heard him gasp as if she said the most scandalous thing ever, "can I not call my cousin every once in a while?"

"Usually when you call, you want something."

There was a pause on his end of the call and Natalie could imagine he had rolled his eyes at the accusation. "You know that's not true…"

"No. No, I know I'm right." She stated confidently, "so what do you want?"

Elijah sighed, "Ethan called, he said you finally left the apartment."

Natalie nodded her head, "yeah, yeah, finally decided to live my life, I guess."

"He sounded pretty worried too," he said with amusement lacing his voice, "he said he lost you a while ago and couldn't find you."

"Yeah, I went to visit Carl and Markus, Ethan actually messaged me a few minutes ago with a place to meet up."

Elijah and Natalie became silent before Elijah took a breath and cleared his throat. "You know, even after all these years, the offer still stands…"

She sighed as she realized why he had called, she knew he wanted something. "How can you still offer me a job, Elijah? You're no longer the CEO of Cyberlife."

Years ago, Elijah had offered her a job at Cyberlife to work with the construction of androids. He even spoke to her about leaving the company to her and appointing her to be CEO, she declined that offer though. She had told him that she wanted to finish college first before she could take on a responsibility like working on one of the most expensive companies in the country. Then there was the accident, and she had her surgery, so she definitely was unable to take the offer. Though, she would have jumped at it after she graduated.

"True," He pursed his lips and pulled Natalie out of her thoughts, "however, I still know some of the higher-ups there. I can pull some strings and get you a job."

Work at Cyberlife? She always dreamed of finally working there, but it wouldn't be with Elijah. She bit her lip, "I don't know-"

He cut her off before she could continue, "Oh, come on, Natalie! You always wanted to work with me at Cyberlife!"

"Yeah, with you." She explained and scoffed, "If you're not there then what's the point."

Elijah sighed as he realized that he will have to try and convince her further. "Look, you heard about that detective android, the RK800?"

She nodded her head as she thought back to the news reports she had heard a few hours ago. "Yeah, I did. They said the cops used it in a hostage situation."

"Well, I've heard that Cyberlife has sent it to be a permanent member of DPD and is investigating crimes that involve Deviants."

She tilted her head in curiosity and quietly asked, "your point."

Elijah smiled widely as he heard how she seemed to be interested in what he had to say, "I've known, ever since we were little, that you were obsessed with the idea of androids gaining consciousness."

Natalie couldn't help herself but sigh at his statement, she barely remembers that part of her childhood. However, she remembers briefly about a conversation she had with him when she was a teenager. If he says that she was obsessed, then she must have been. "Yes, but I believe I got that from you."

Elijah laughed at that, "that's beside the point. I can get you a job working with it."

"How do you mean… working with it?"

Elijah smirked and tutted, "ah, interested in it now?"

She just asked bluntly, "Tell me what I might be doing, then I may be interested in the job."

"Well, you're the smartest person I know-" Natalie's laugh cut him off and caused his smirk to fall slightly.

"Don't flatter me, Eli, we both know that you think you're the smartest person you know."

He was silent for a moment as he listened to her laugh. (He hasn't heard her laugh in such a long time, and it is refreshing to hear.) He joined in as he realized she is right, "okay, okay. But anyway, the RK800 android is a prototype that is bound to have some glitches and bugs here and there. And who do I know that can deal with said glitches and bugs the best."

"You?"

He scoffed as he thought that she isn't taking his proposal seriously, "yes, but there's also you."

She thought about it for a second. From what she remembered about herself, she did have an affinity to work well with controlling malfunctions within androids. And now that she is basically half android, she imagines that she'll have an even easier time finding them and eliminating them. Plus, meeting an android that seems to have the qualifications to work with human detectives on multiple cases is interesting. She has to wonder how sophisticated this certain android is. Yet, she also thought about how exactly she would work with it. "And how would this work? I'm not a cop, they're not going to let me go with the android and work with it."

He tutted her, she could imagine him waving his finger in her face, "Ah, ah, ah, baby cousin, that is where I come in. You don't have to worry about it."

She opened her mouth in confusion, "but-"

He cut her off quickly and arrogantly sang, "the only thing you should be saying to me now is whether you're in… or you're out."

Is she willing to work with Cyberlife? …Maybe… Does she want to find out what exactly this android is? Hell yes. Is the offer Elijah is proposing to her something she can't pass up…?

"I'm in."

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