Cccan u make surge do a apology video with a ukulele bc Amy made her
I’m so happy they’re back
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Hugs
Natasha Romanoff x Reader
Note: Not a formal fic, but a quick little thought about Natasha. Enjoy it!
The first time you hugged Natasha, it was just by accident, really. It was after a mission where things had gone not so perfectly.
You somehow got separated from the team for almost an hour. When you finally saw them again, you ran to them. Bypassing Steve and Tony, you ran into Natasha’s arms. Your weight against her caught her off guard but she eventually did wrap her arms around you.
You weren’t sure why you hugged her. It just felt instinctual.
The next time you hugged her it was at a Stark party. She noticed you had plenty to drink and offered to walk you back to your room. The two of you lingered by the door, feeling something more for each other. But it wasn’t the right time to make that move.
Natasha, instead, opted to hug you goodnight. Your memory of that moment is clear despite the state you were in. She felt warm against you and you tried to memorize the way she felt.
A few weeks later, Natasha asked you on a date. From that point on, your hugs with Natasha became more frequent. She would hug you in good times and bad, in crowded rooms or when it was just the two of you, and of course, anytime you asked for one.
Her arms are your favorite place to be. A shelter from every storm of life.
“Are you ready?” A velvety voice interrupts your thoughts.
“I think so,” you reply, standing and turning to see your soon to be wife by the door.
“Wow,” Natasha breathes out. “Look at you.”
“Look at me? Look at you,” you tell her.
Natasha smirks and reaches for your hand. She kisses the top of it before you join her in step. As you walk to your future together, you think back on all of the times you couldn’t even imagine this happening to you.
Everything changed when you fell in love with Natasha.
You exchange your vows and kiss to seal your future together. Before the reception that Tony refused to make a small occasion, you step into a room alone with Natasha.
She immediately pulls you into a hug. It feels so right to hug her as her wife. You hold onto each other tight.
“This is my favorite hug we’ve ever had,” you say.
“Me too, baby,” Natasha agrees.
You hug each other for what feels like an eternity, and that’s how long you want to spend with Natasha.
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How can marvel put two men in suits, a romantic atmosphere, a tandem bicycle,and tell us it’s not gay
They rode it together
It’s so obvious 😭
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