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[kitmoas]

maimed underneath wreckage

TGU--Season 2 Installation 1

Warnings: **18+ ONLY** **MINORS DNI*** Mommy Kink, light talk of breeding, hostage talk, light degrading, talk of weapons and magic

as usual if I missed anything let me know!

Author's Notes: IT"S SEASON 2!!! Hi Hello, the beginning of season 2 is here! It's a day late and I'm sorry. Also no editing cause fuck that shit I'm sorry if there's mistakes. Hopefully its a good intro to the vibes of season 2 :) Lemme know your thoughts even if you wanna stay anon in my inbox

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Flickering, a small flame breathing in air as it grows slowly. Despite the darkness and the isolation, it almost feels as though the world is solid. Firm and rooted in a good foundation, but it won’t take long for that to crumble. Falling, spiraling about as if gravity no longer exists. 

Nothing in this place had longevity, changing within a single breath, a flaw in its creation. The insatiable need for peace drove the inevitable hysteria, and that’s where the structure falters. Slowly everything will become normal once more, forcing a reality check in which will leisurely chip away at the sanity within. 

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The sounds of conversations mixing is a nice change to the beeping of the lab and the clicking of keys in the office, a light wind blowing through your hair as you allow your eyes to laze around your surroundings. The heat lamp next to you allowed for you to sit atop the roof despite the snow along the grass under the balcony. Having spent the past few months keeping your head down after your first semester into your masters, it was nice to finally be back to something a little more normal. A moment between everyone that feels cozy, and you even feel comfortable with the arm that lays along the back of your chair. 

Empty plates are scattered and you know that your brother is confused, and a bit off put, but you try to ignore it. This isn’t where you thought you would be, but it’s okay. Life is a rollercoaster and you need to start understanding that, you cannot control everything nor can you put someone else in control of the levers. You need to move on, learn to take the hits like an adult and live. 

The talk was light the entire lunch, almost cordial which felt weird,and maybe you should have taken that as a sign that this was destined for doom but you shrugged it off. You were here for fun and not everything had to be serious, which made your skin crawl because you knew that wasn’t the same mindset of the girl next to you but it was the one you were stuck in. 

“So have you thought anymore about Peter’s offer?” It never happened on purpose, the dreaded swing back. An end to almost every interaction that you have with anyone at this point, never really detangling yourself from those that left your world rocky. 

You know your brother doesn’t mean it maliciously, but you can’t help but glare at him every single time he brings up the offer. A step into the same world as those that used to be your pillars, the ones that created your world as it once had been. 

Sighing, your eyes divert as you notice the hopeful look of both your lunch companions. “You know I haven’t Cars, you know that it isn’t the only offer I have and there’s no reason to even entertain it. I have school.” Despite the want for your voice to be strong, almost commanding, it wavers on each syllable. “I don’t need another distraction. I want to do well.” 

Before you even finish you can sense the change in his body language, jaw stiffening and eyes rolling. “Personally I think it’s time you stop running from what you’re actually good at.” 

Your mouth opens, just slightly, as your tongue dips out to wet your lips. “You know damn well that I won’t ever truly become part of that world, not full time.” The low simmering anger, the one that exists in you at all times, starts to heat up. You know where this is going, where it has gone for the past couple months. 

“Running from dad and who he was isn’t going to make you happy, we both know that.” The words were out of his mouth, put out into the world, but it was almost like you lost your ability to hear. It wasn’t healthy, your coping mechanism with your father, and you know that but at the end of the day you still weren’t ready to change. It almost felt too familiar, too cozy, and the thought of more change scared you. 

An answer for his statement never came, just your footsteps in the light layer of already melting snow as you walked back into the building. The loud chatter within the food court of your student union masking your emotions, as Cassie stumbled to thank your brother for having a meal with the both of you. Only the brief reflection of them parting indicated what happened at the scene you left behind as you conceal yourself within the wave of people all heading for the coffee bar. 

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A small stack of papers go flying through the air, hand slamming down on the large oval table. “We can’t keep acting like expansion is impossible! The world needs different types of technology so let’s give it to them!” Kate leers over the table, glaring at the projection of their end of year statements. 

You could feel the tension in the room, everyone was just a bit too scared to fight their boss. “Ms. Bishop, what….what would you mother do in this moment?” Apparently not everyone was scared, a single older man raising his hand with a strict look on his face. 

The young girl blinks, straightening her back as she stares down the table. Her jaw sets and she uses the moment of quiet to smooth down her blazer lapels. Kate settles down in her chair, allowing the smooth soft leather to calm her down more before she speaks. “Maybe you should remember where my mother got this company, yes? At the brink of forced federal shutdown, and practically bankrupt when our combined assets were seized. She destroyed the reputation of this company, disruption within the entire field, because she wanted to be rich. When I took the seat, and responsibility, of this company I swore that I would bring it back to what it could be but you all want to stay what my mother created. If that is true then security can escort you out because I will not be working with criminals. Meeting is dismissed and you all are required to go home, do not return to this building until or unless your mindset changes. We are not villains in this company and I will not entertain the idea of such ideals either.” 

Slowly each person leaves, shock on their face after being practically punished by such a young girl. They had always thought that she would be a fun loving kid, the one that was barely a good secretary but they knew she was growing into a good firm CEO. 

Letting the door lock behind the last person to leave, Kate leans back with her feet on the wood table. Sighing she rubs her hand along her face, staring out at the skyline. Her mind drifts as she tries to settle her heart rate. Memories of her favorite times plague her mind.  

“You wouldn’t dare, Mutt!” Her words held no real venom, voice cracking with laughter as she tried her hardest to keep the nerf gun aimed properly. The ginger staring down Kate as she holds you in a chokehold, her own gun against your temple. 

The body behind you shifts, the arm loose around your neck. “Bring it on, old lady, I’ll pull the trigger. I ain’t no scared lil bitch!” Everyone in the room cracks up at your girlfriend’s random accent that she puts on. 

Neither of you noticed Wanda, hovering in the back, eyes gleaming ruby. Just a tilt of her head and the brunette’s nerf gun is hovering above her hand, the two of you separated slowly. Her hands land on you and Nat is tackling Kate next to you. “Well hello, my little one. No one keeps you hostage but me, understood?” Her voice is deep, smooth as her lips move directly against your ear. 

The sight of the ginger straddling the younger girl below you, hand wrapped around her throat as the two kiss messily. You can’t help the whimper that falls from your mouth, teeth tugging at your bottom lip as you try to focus on the feeling of Wanda’s hands on you, but you can’t help as your attention is pulled to the wetness growing between your thighs as you watch the beginning of dry humping. 

“Now, if Mommy’s little girl doesn’t start paying attention I’m not going to be able to take care of that issue growing between your pretty little thighs. Are you my brainless obedient hostage or not?” Her nails grips at your hips now, digging painfully into you as she tugs you backwards into her. Her bulge is prominent as she grinds purposefully into your ass. 

You can’t help but get lost in the sensation, arching your back as much as you can to feel more of the woman behind you. The sound of the witch’s annoyed sigh only turns you on more, as she lets one of her hands claw at your jaw–forcing you to nod your head. “Such a stupid little slut already?” Her other hand is pushing its way into your pants, fingers roughly swiping along your wet folds. “Do you want to play a game with Mommy?” 

Even though you are eagerly nodding your head, the claws that dig into you are forcing your head up and down as well. A sharp whistle makes you flinch, the piercing sound right in your ear as the woman behind you calls for the attention of the others. “It’s time for the puppy to learn how to breed our pretty little fucktoy.” 

Kate practically falls out of her chair at a gentle knock, the door disengaging as her secretary pops her head in. “Are you staying late? I can stay so you're not alone.” Her sympathetic smile makes the young brunette feel almost pathetic. 

Pulling herself up, politely she dismisses her and lets her know that she too is heading out. That she has a busy night ahead of her with some very important plans, but had just lost track of time. The brunette spends the next few minutes cleaning up, taking great care to make sure that her co-worker is fully out of the building before starting her descent down the stairs. A heavy sigh as she pulls up Doordash for some random pizza shop, trying once more to find a place that can take the place of her once favorite parlor.  -----------------------------------------------------------------------

Crickets softly chirp, a sound in the early night that still brings a soft smile to the blonde’s face, under the slowly raising moon. A chill is settling over the dead grass and bare branches, a sure indicator that another night time snow fall is approaching. It’s been a while since she felt like this, everyone around her had been so stressed out and tense but she just wanted the world back as she had fallen in love with it. That’s selfish but it’s what she wanted, even though she knows that the pain and despair she is going through is bare minimum compared to her closest people. 

“You know, when we were younger mom would also find you fallen asleep out here. She used to say that you were meant for the night. Viridescent in the moonlight.” Natasha’s smile is forced, and her younger sister can see it from a mile away. It had been for months now, if not even longer but it’s only gotten worse as each day passed.  

The hum is soft, barely loud enough to even be noted in the noise of nature. “I miss them.” Her voice breaks causing her to flinch at the obvious weakness she displayed, a quick flash too early in the conversation. 

Wrapping her arms around the blonde, the older woman takes a moment to press a kiss to her temple before rocking with her. “They loved you so much Y. You don’t even understand. When you came to us, god, that was it. We were complete and we all wanted to protect you so much. I wish we would have done a better job, we kind of failed there.” Even as the ginger looks out into the yard, a newly installed play gym shines in the dim light, she can’t help but let her mind wander to some of the best years she had in this neighborhood. 

“You…Sha, you say Mama and Daddy loved me and I knew that but why do step straight to them?” Yelena blinks up at her sister, relishing in the first sign of emotion from her. She watches her contemplate for a while, silence filled with the chirping of crickets, before she stutters out a few syllables. It ends in a stubborn snap of her jaw, the muscles there tensing as she clenches her mouth shut. “I just believe that they would enjoy it here. We will reunite with Mama soon and maybe by the grace of the gods Daddy will show, but we have people we love here. They once said that we find love grasp on tight, you remember?” 

Natasha nods, hot heavy tears filling her eyes. Forcing them down, she tries to chuckle. “The idea of that man being graced by the gods is hilarious, if anything that man would make it back to Yav in the form of one of Mom’s pigs.” At the dead end glare she receives the older woman gulps, trying to collect her thoughts. “Okay, I had to walk away. Okay? Okay. I think everyone can agree that I had to. I had no other choice but to remove myself from the situation. It wasn’t fun or nice but I had to. I had to. I had to Y. Okay?” It wasn’t on purpose but her voice was getting louder and her younger sister could see the anger and desperation rising in her. 

Pulling away to sit directly facing her sister, Yelena takes a deep breath as she goes through her thoughts. She knew that it wasn’t going to be easy and that she needed to take her time, but at the same time it had to be direct and quick to make sure that Natasha didn’t run. “The situation did not require leaving, you should never leave and even Daddy spoke to that. Do you not realize that staying would have allowed you to growth instead of leaving and the entire would becoming rubble?” Internally she flinched, the words spoken were harsh but she knew what she wanted out of this. At the end of the day, she herself was angry. Her sister walked away, without a fight, and the blonde knew that she was in the wrong. No matter how much she may idolize her older sibling she has to knock her off that pedestal once in a while. 

The two sit there, for almost an hour, in silence. It’s agonizing and tedious, a feat that almost feels athletic but it ends with Yelena retreating. A gentle kiss to the ginger’s forehead as she sighs, shaking her head and heading back into the house to allow her to have some time in a calm isolation. 

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Your brow was dripping slightly, the back of your hand doing barely anything to stop the droplet from stinging your eyes. A chorus of laughter echoes in your ears as you stare down at the facetime call, both Peter and America are frantically running towards your shared destination. “Okay, whoever gets there first needs to make sure that they try and get them to honor our reservation!” 

The boy yelps as he nods, the world rushing as he swings towards the science wing of campus. “I’m gonna beat you both!” He’s laughing loudly as he flips about, and for a moment everything almost seems normal. Just a couple college friends trying to finish some research, all of you aiming to practically overdose on caffeine. 

Trying to focus on not tripping as you exit the gym and keep up with conversation as America runs across campus, the rapid wind being Peter’s only real contribution to the call, you almost miss running straight into someone. Dropping your phone, the dreaded clatter never came and you realize that the beloved item is hovering within a glowing red orb. 

“You truly are just a clumsy little thing, you know?” Her voice is quiet, almost hesitant, as she looks up at you through her lashes. 

Frantically reaching up to your air pod you hang up your call before your friends can realize who you just ran into, literally, as you try to scramble your brain into thinking of any sort of retort. “Um.. I-” Your vision blurs slightly, but it’s then you realize she’s still crystal clear. The world around her is blurry and fogged, but as per usual she’s the brightest thing to exist. 

She smiles, a sullen thing pulling her lips, and shakes her head. “I just missed you, but you don’t have to reply.” A quick shush stops your arguing and her eyes dim for a moment. “It’s not fair of me but I just wanted to see you, just for a moment. I could never stay too far away from you for long could I?” There’s a slight cocky tone to her voice as she expresses her thoughts, her body straightening as she realizes you still react the same way towards her. 

“Why.. um.. Why didn’t you call me? I would have answered. I always would.” You try to reassure her or maybe that’s all for you, but you can’t help the words as they pour out of you. “You don’t need to miss me, I’m always at your access if you need me. We always promised that and I don’t ever want to break that promise.” 

The older woman chuckles, almost in spite of herself while she takes a few steps away. Her magic forces its way into your hand as it sets your phone there, waiting patiently for you to catch up to what was happening. It’s the last thing you feel, her scent pulling away as she moves farther backwards.

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The door closes behind her, a barely warm pizza in hand. It doesn’t smell very appetizing, but anything with cheese should do the trick nowadays. The feeling is instant, the box hitting the counter without a sound. An arrowhead slips down her fingers almost at an instant, swinging around the young girl tries to play her paranoia off casually but her shock is something she can’t. There bent over the chair is Wanda, almost in a frantic state. Her face is flushed and wet with tear stains. Her demeanor is nothing like the CEO is used to but she knows their lives have changed a lot. “W-Wanda? Are you okay? What happened?” Her concern for not only the woman in front of her, but those that connect the two takes over. 

“Please I just want to see someone, anyone. Please. Where is Tommy? Billy? I’m begging you, I’ll do anything.” The woman is sobbing, the words slurring together as she struggles to stand up. There were dark circles under her eyes, and her frame was thin. It almost looked like she had spent weeks searching for these people, but Kate was completely confused. Who was she even speaking of? Did she find a whole new group in just a couple of months? 

Taking a step towards the crouched older woman was a mistake, causing her to practically fling herself backwards. For the first time the young girl stopped, head tilting in confusion and her hand falling to her side, Wanda was scared. It was something that she never saw before, and felt like even on the battlefield she had never even seen an ounce of hesitation from her. 

Slowly Kate slips to the floor, setting the arrowhead out in front of her so that she could seem less like a threat. “Hi, Wanda? Do you know who I am?” She was starting to think that maybe she suffered some kind of brain injury or maybe she was on some sort of drug. 

The frantic woman’s bloodshot eyes snap to match the calm dark waves, and it seems to help her breath a bit better. She shakes her head, pushing away until her back can hit the wall. “I don’t… I don’t know who you are. Am I supposed to?” 

It was a possibility, a small chance, and Kate knew that it was there but hearing it stung. A woman that not only did she look up to but also had grown a large liking to doesn’t know who she is. Though the hurt was sharp, and overwhelming, the young hero tried her hardest to ignore it. She had to save the woman in front of her, she had to make sure that she was taken somewhere that they could restore her memory. 

As gently as possible the archer reaches out, palm upwards. “Can I touch you?” Her voice was soft, almost as if she was talking to a sleeping baby. At the shy nod of Wanda’s head, she smiles. It’s not a beam or bright, but almost like the beginning rays of the sunrise–soft and warm. 

Her hand never makes it there, never touching what looks like a soft sweater, instead the world blacks out and it almost feels like Kate falls into a black hole. 

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Natasha had grown accustomed to darkness, the time of day when even the moon goes to bed. It happened to be one of her favorite times of the day, a peace that was laid over her like a blanket. When everyone else wanted to do everything during the day, she just wanted to wait for the shadow of night. She worked and thought best at the latest of times, and sometimes that backfired on her; as it was currently. 

She knew that her world was crumbling, but didn’t the destruction start two years ago? The daily life she had created was put on a pause and when she was able to hit play again, the script was rewritten. She was so far behind on rewrites and the new cast members that catching up was impossible, so she went along with what she knew. 

It’s not like she didn’t enjoy everything, nor did she not finally fall into a groove but the foundation she created was not the one everyone stood on. No, instead it had almost felt like a bridge–one laid upon the old foundation. It was strong but it was heavy upon the slowly cracking stone holding it up, time was the only thing in the way of the wreckage. 

For now this was her life, time in the neighborhood that could have been her identity. She could have been part of that family across the way, the one that is sleeping soundly currently and will wake up and get their children to school before heading to work. Maybe she would have been part of the couple that have three dogs and a cat, and work remote jobs so that they can travel the world together. 

Gulping down a thought, she hates to have the visions cross her mind. It could have been her and maybe someone else. Someone else right next to her, smiling and laughing; crying and healing. They could have survived the world together, but the fights would be corporate life and monthly bills. The two of them could have dogs and a cat or two, maybe even a kid if they really wanted. It’s a vision she sees every time she lets her eyes scan the backyard, fairy lights now twinkling dimly to allow enough lighting for safety. 

It’s then when she sees two small crimson orbs, floating. A sense of dread and urgency sinks in her stomach, her fight or flight kicking in and the need to grasp at her widow bites strong. As the circles approach, the figure being illuminated by the string of twinkling dots, Natasha realizes the familiar feeling. Taking her back to Sokovia twelve years ago, she realizes Wanda is the one once again hiding in the shadows; but this time Strucker is not a part of it. 

“Well hello Agent Romanoff.” Her voice was deeper, a bit of that old rage still there. “What are you doing out here, all alone?” 

Despite the girl being far enough out that Natasha could easily escape her, she still felt an overwhelming sense of danger. She knew what this Wanda was capable of, even if it was barely a fraction of what current age Wanda could do, and that was enough for her to let her widow bites activate. She doesn’t give the young girl the sense of pride to speak back to her, just stand at the ready. She couldn’t let her have a moment of the upper hand, she refused to feel her hex again. 

Wanda tilts her head, a mockingly curious look on her face. “Why do you seem so scared, aren’t you the great Black Widow?” She smiles widely, every single one of her teeth shining a faint red as her eyes pulse with her magic. “Or maybe it’s because your best friend Tony Stark isn’t here?” 

Blinking, slowly, Natasha tries to piece together what was happening. What does she mean? Did she lose her memory in the past couple months? Originally she had thought that maybe her magic had consumed her and that it reverted her back to a darker sense of dress, but the way she speaks isn’t something she understands. 

The one thing she is conscious of is the growing ruby orb rolling around in Wanda’s left hand, and the rapidly expanding magic glow around her. The presence of the magic was stronger than almost every moment Natasha had ever seen of the other woman. It scared her and that was the only thing that saved her as she jumped out of the way of the impending attack. 

Except it never happened, the world blurring almost as if her magic stole the ginger’s sight. 

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Chaos, that’s the only word that can really describe what is happening. It’s only a moment after the world blacked out, only a moment since three lives were blurred and melted back together. 

You didn’t really understand what happened, just a moment ago you  were staring at Wanda for the first time in months and now you were in some random room with people freaking out all around you. She was standing, somewhat away, trapped in a box. She looked confused, but almost at peace, and you wanted to help her. She had been caged before and you never wanted her to ever feel like that again. You didn’t even get to take one step towards her before you watched her start to glitch, almost like a computer screen, before she just disappeared. 

Swinging your head around you tried to find someone who would tell you what was happening, but that’s when you saw her. Kate, your archer, wait no. Kate. Just Kate. She was on her knees, talking to another Wanda who was curled up in a ball crying. It was only another second before that one turned to static. You watched as the brunette frantically stood up, begging for help from the first person she could find. 

Next to her, with shocked eyes, stood Natasha. Her arm is held up by the CEO as her voice gets caught in her throat, but her other hand is outstretched to where a crimson fog is dissipating. The two stare at each other for a moment before Kate apologizes, trying to leave the situation in a professional way. 

In the crowd you blend in, hiding yourself as agents and other Avengers run around. There’s screens and machines all around, things you don’t really understand as everyone is trying to piece together what could be happening. You almost couldn’t tell if you wanted to be seen by the other girl, or even by the widow. Your soul and heart craved her attention, and you knew that your body would relax just from the sight of the ginger’s eyes, but how could you look at them? You had destroyed their lives and now you must live in the ruins of it. 

“ENOUGH!” The loud voice of Dr. Strange freezes everyone, and for a time you think you’re safe. It’s until everyone turns to you, the summoning from the stupid wizard, that for the first time you drown in the salty blue of the eyes you missed most. It was pain, a stabbing through your soul that you knew you would never survive. The need for her attention, even the most miniscule amount of it, was like oxygen. You need it to live, and for the past few months you had none. 

You weren’t sure what any one spoke of, people pushing and shoving not only you but the other two to the center of the floor. A large table there that now seated the rest of the Avengers, three empty chairs left. Even though there is yelling and arguing around, you can’t help but stop. You want to just look at them, forcing your eyes away from Kate was a mistake as you struggle to stay still. You wanted to run to the widow, get on your knees and beg her to come back. 

It was a clearing of a throat that interrupts your thoughts, stern and firm. “We need to discuss Wanda.”

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[kitmoas]

Two sides//Same Coin

Summary: Sometimes divide and conquer is the best plan of action

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Reader | Kate Bishop x Natasha Romanoff | Kate Bishop x Reader | WandaNatKate x Reader

Word Count: 8.8K

Warnings: Public Sexual Acts (All characters are consenting adults), Weapon Play, Magic Play and...a very fun important spell is used on Toy , Filming, Boot kink, Degradation/Humiliation *As usual, if I forgot anything important lemme know*

A/N: lol we wont talk about how long this took for me to write 🙂Thank you for anyone who is still around and stuck around for this update! Love you guys SO much 💜

Training Grounds Master List

***Minors DNI*** ***18+***

Smirking slightly, eyes locked on the bare skin of Wanda’s knee just inches from your face, as your body sways. You’re in a mood today and you know you were already pushing the boundaries, but you just can’t help but want to break every rule. The witch had just about had it with you, ordering you to follow her around on your hands and knees after you had bitten her ankle aggressively while she was on the phone. It wasn’t your fault though, she’s the one who had you kissing her legs as payment for you eating ice cream for breakfast. Her ankle was just there, and if she was going to treat you like Kate then so be it. 

Wanda is typing away on her laptop, something about some stupid business contract that she and Natasha were reading through, and it’s making you grumpy. Every single time you got to hang out with the two lately they have been busy. The two were extremely excited but wouldn’t give you any real details, so you were not only being left in the dark but also neglected. She had you kneeling, widely and comfortably which was generous considering your attitude, but it was doing nothing for your headspace and it just made you even more mischievous. 

Your stomach is quietly rumbling, and you know you’re supposed to ask for a snack especially when you’re already actively in a punishment but you don’t want to eat something healthy. Looking around you notice some of the candy that was left over from the movie night, the moment you scoot to the left a hand reaches out and tangles in your hair. With a sharp painful yank, you’re staring directly into the unamused emerald eyes but you just giggle. “You have been pushing every single one of my buttons today, Detka. My work is very important, and I thought you would have been a good girl while your Daddy and I got everything together.” 

Her words are tense, and you can tell she’s trying to not start something that will last long, but you just smile innocently up at her. “I am being an angel, Mommy.” The taunt leaves your lips like poison, and you can see your bait taking when Wanda snarls down at you. “Maybe you’re just getting old and can’t keep up anymore, did ya ever think of that?” The infamous head tilt strikes a fear response within you, but you hold strong. “Losing your touch, Wanda?” The name is out of your mouth before your brain can catch up, before your body can start running. 

By the time it dawns on you just exactly what you said, the witch’s face is blank. Her grip in your hair is slack, straightening in her seat. She silently turns back to her work, the sound of her keyboard clicking confusing you. What just happened? She was taking the bait, your act was working. You were just about to get what you wanted. Flabbergasted you stand slowly, cautiously as you were still technically being punished, but nothing. A pout forms on your lips as you slowly back away, heading straight to the candy. Again nothing as you pick the box up, and you know that even without her powers she could hear you jiggle the box around. Huffing you walk back to her side, plopping down unceremoniously, and make a huge show of shoving a large handful of the chocolate bites into your mouth. 

She barely flinches, her focus entirely on the document she’s working on. You slump down in your spot, the box of candy falling from your grip. Guilt starts to tug at your brain as your actions of the day start sinking in. Did you break a boundary that you weren’t prepared to? Leaning forward you tentatively let your head nudge against Wanda’s thigh, sighing softly when she doesn’t push you away. You nuzzle your nose there, inhaling her scent for a while. She hasn’t pushed you away yet, and she’s letting you find comfort but do you even deserve it? A whine breaks through your lips at the lack of response you’re receiving, and the hot remorseful tears fill your eyes. You knew that you shouldn’t have been a brat. You knew that Mommy didn’t like brats, but you just got so bored and wanted the attention you weren’t receiving. Your hands shake as they hover around her calf, unable to convince yourself to reach out for comfort. Burying your face into the side of her thigh, you try your hardest to control your emotions but the tears are soaking her pants. 

The soft hand on your head, rubbing soothing circles, startles you. “Little one, are you done being a brat?” Her voice is calm, and you can see her scarlet mist circling around you. A pathetic nod is her only answer and her magic wraps you up, dragging you onto her lap. “Look at me.” Your head is moving to make eye contact with her, even without the help from her finger. “ Мой красивый ангел, Я люблю тебя. No matter how bratty you get, you are mine. Now, you aren’t getting away with it but I do think those bad thoughts were enough punishment for now; can you agree?” Her eyes are soft, searching yours slowly. A miserable sob leaves your lips as you nod swiftly. Her face softens even more as she pushes you to rest your head on her shoulder. 

You sit in her lap for a while, letting her warmth and steady breathing calm you down. “I’ll be here for you, no matter how bratty or sarcastic you get. You always deserve my affection and my comfort, Little One, no matter what. I know you’re bored, and you feel left out, but your Daddy and I are trying our hardest to get a surprise finished. You will know everything when it is time for you to know everything.” You’re nodding, letting your thumb slip into your mouth. The exhaustion of all your emotions begin catching up with you, and your eyes are fluttering shut. “Sleep detka. I’m right here.” 

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Kate rolls, skin sticking to the mat as she grumpily pushes herself into a sitting position. Resting her arms on her knees, she stares up at the smirking widow. “Aren’t you a black belt mutt? A master of many different martial art techniques? All I see is an uncoordinated, unfocused, cocky new recruit.” The mocking tone of the older Avenger makes the brunette grumble as she stands, stretching out her tense muscles. Forest green eyes twinkle with excitement as she watches the brunette drop into a fighting pose, walking towards her discarded bag. “How about we up the ante?” 

The ginger smirk gets more arrogant as she spins back around to look at the archer. She has a rich purple collar hanging from her finger, a gold name tag with “хозяин’s Little Mutt” engraved on it. “You win, and you get to make the decisions tonight. I win and you have no control for the rest of the day, over anything.” 

Natasha smiles at the wild look in Kate’s eyes, the competitive archer bouncing on her toes at the idea of a prize. “You’re on, old lady.” The collar barely falls into the duffle bag when the ginger’s legs are swept out from beneath her, grunting before quickly flipping back onto her feet. “Losing your touch widow? Maybe you should leave the training to the new generation.” The assassin is glaring up at the archer, who is just giggling down at her. 

It doesn’t take much more for the two to start slamming into each other. For once Kate is actually holding her own, her entire focus on the competition put up. She feels strong and sharp, her hits land accurately and the young archer even got a few deflections in. The young brunette’s confidence gets higher the longer she believes that she is doing great, and it makes her work harder to try to keep up with the widow. 

Natasha lets Kate take control of the spar session, letting her gain confidence in her abilities, but the moment that Steve walks in the ginger slams the brunette onto her back. Without even looking back the older woman stands and starts walking over to the super soldier, “I wouldn’t get up if I were you. You’ll be on your hands and knees for the rest of the day.” 

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The warmth of the sun streaming through the curtains wakes you up slowly, a muffled whine tears through your teeth as you stretch. You barely have time to settle back into the plush blankets before Wanda is slipping into the room carrying a tray of food. A bright smile stretches across her face when she notices that you’re awake, “Oh good! I thought I was going to have to deal with a grumpy little one.” Her teasing voice makes you whine, wiggling in your spot as you try to hide your blush. 

You relish in the cute giggle you receive, watching as her nose scrunches. She’s setting the tray near your feet, sitting on the bed as she looks over the spread she brought; waffles, fruit, bacon, eggs, apple juice, and coffee. Her face is slightly flushed, hands shaking some as she starts cutting up the waffles. 

A wave of guilt from earlier washes over you, a knot forming in your gut. “Mommy..I’m sorry for being bratty all day.” Your voice trembles as you try your hardest to keep your emotions at bay. Wanda finished work, cooked food, and you know she cleaned as she always does all while you napped—even though you had been so disobedient all day. “I know you and Daddy would never do anything to purposefully be rude or disrespectful, and I know that you guys will answer every question I have when it’s time for me to know everything.” Tears well up in your eyes and the knot that formed in your stomach is traveling upwards, making it hard for you to speak. 

You watch as she gnaws at her bottom lip, a nervous tick that she picked up from Natasha. She’s staring determinedly at the plate, trying to gather her thoughts as she finishes the task at hand—feeding you. 

It doesn’t take too long, but the heavy silence drowns you as you wait for her to turn to you. Her emerald eyes unfocused as she reaches out to hold your hand, soft fingers drawing whimsical shapes along the inside of your wrist. It isn’t often that you see Wanda completely dumbfounded but it confounds you every time it happens. “You know whenever Natasha and I first talked about opening our relationship we thought it was going to be just for a short period of time, just an occasional one night stand that made our time in the bedroom a little less tiring.” 

Her lips stretch into a small smile, chuckling to herself as she recalls the past. Wanda is mindlessly pushing around food, poking at different bites. The way she spoke about her relationship with the ginger widow usually made you swoon, absolutely enamored with them, but today it just made you apprehensive. “ Malyshka you were never meant to happen, my love.” She finally turns to look at you, dropping your hand in lue of reaching out to cup your cheek. “When your Daddy and I realized just how much of an impact you were on us, we decided that we could no longer just worry about ourselves. The world is not a kind place, as we all know, but we happen to be in a specific part of the world that is just a bit more callous.” 

Her smile is no longer light, or reminiscent, but grim and it pulls on the lump in your throat. “You already know that we set up a plan in case something were to happen to us while we were on a mission.” The statement hangs in the air as it always does whenever the possibility of them not coming back from a mission is brought up. Her thumb catches a tear that rolls down your cheek, “Don’t worry detka this isn’t about that. This is actually something happy, I’m sorry for going down that sad road.” 

Wanda had a habit of getting lost in melancholy thoughts, even when she’s being positive. You adored her for it weirdly enough, but right now the fragile state of your heart was apparently making it difficult. “Little one, you coming into my life has changed how I see the world. I no longer am only stuck in the past. The future—our future in my mind is one of the brightest things I’ve ever been a part of, and I just… I need you to be patient with me? I know you feel like I’m acting differently and that I’m too busy for you, but I need you to know that at the end of the day everything I do is for you. I promised Nat that I would keep our little secret under wraps but it will be amazing that much I can guarantee.” Her face is bright red, and she is refusing to meet your gaze. 

Her rant lingers between the two of you, but before you can really form an opinion and response the witch is turning and feeding you small bites of the breakfast.

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Natasha groans a bit as she stretches, pleased to finally have her feet up. Training not just for herself anymore tires her quicker than she’s used to, but the new generation needs a lot of work. She watches as the young avengers and agents file into the room, a smirk plastered on her face as she watches their shocked expressions get even more wild as they find their co-leader. Kate is on her hands and knees, collar snug around her neck, acting as a footrest for the widow. Peter is sitting next to Kate, trying to make her feel a bit better since this is the first time the Young Avengers will be seeing her in such a position. 

The younger agents and heroes all have a faint blush along their faces as they try not to stare, but Kate’s entire torso is bright red as she glares at the floor in front of her. How could she lose? The archer rolls her eyes at herself as she realizes that she played directly into the older ginger’s plan of getting overly confident. The brunette is pouting as Tony begins to talk, explaining the new process and what will be happening now that the young recruits are officially training and preparing for missions. With Peter and Kate being the only two who have spent time with the OG Avengers, the rest of the team buzzed with excitement especially when the infamous Nick Fury stepped up to speak to the group. 

With all eyes now on Fury, Natasha decides now is the best time to jump into action. Pushing Kate’s head down, forcing her forehead to the cold titles, the widow smirks at the curve to the younger girl’s back. Setting her feet on the floor the widow leans down close to the archer, “Just be lucky that your little team doesn’t have to see you stripped down for me. I know that little needy pussy is dripping already, my pathetic mutt likes the humiliation don’t you?” The ginger’s voice is sharp, coming out as a hiss; her lips moving against the younger girl’s ear. 

Swallowing down the whimper that threatens to tumbles from her throat, Kate’s wide eyes flicker around trying to gauge the attention that she has. Only a couple people, all lower level agents, are focused on her. Her breathy response “Yes, хозяин” makes the widow laugh as she taps her foot onto the ground, clearing her throat as an indication of what she wants. 

A faint hiss falls from Kate’s mouth the moment her covered center makes contact with Natasha’s cool leather boots. Even with the layer of clothes, a small streak of wetness is left apparent on the widow’s shoe. Peter adverts his eyes almost immediately, trying to not choke on his surprise. It isn��t the first time he’s seen someone do something like this, but it’s the first time his best friend has done it in front of him.

The archer is grinding down on the boot before she’s even told, hips moving subtly but effectively. Pulling her lip between her teeth, a feeble attempt at being quiet. “Look at my good little mutt. Your training is coming along nicely.” The praise runs deep in Kate, making her wiggle in her spot. A choked back moan tumbles from her lips when her throbbing clit rubs against the rough lip of the boot’s outsole. 

“Look at your team—“ Kate’s head is forced up by the rough fingers tangling in her hair, nervous eyes scanning across her recruits as they all pointedly look away from her kneeling form. “Even after prepping them for this, you found some of the most innocent college kids I’ve ever met.” The chuckle that leaves her lips sends a shiver down Kate’s spine, causing her hips to rut more aggressively. “Don’t worry, I know with a nasty little bitch like you it won’t be long until your entire team is just used to you being my whore as everyone else.” 

The widow watches as the young brunette’s hips start to lose their rhythm. Scoffing at her, Natasha slips her foot out from under Kate causing her to lose her balance. A deep flush of embarrassment covers the archer’s body as everyone’s heads whip around to look at her. The older Avengers all just easily move on with their lives but the newest recruits all struggle to bring their attention back to the director. 

Natasha ignores the look that Fury shoots at her, instead choosing to focus on Kate who is now panting and squirming around. The widow even decides to ignore him as he begins to talk to her, whispering praise against the raven hair instead. ‘Romanoff, I’m starting to agree with your little girlfriend. The stray is always out of control.” His voice bellows out, looming in the air, heavy against Kate's ears and it drags a feeling of dread through her body. 

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A muted sigh leaves Wanda’s lips as she watches you from across the kitchen, licking at the spoon of brownie batter she gave you. The entire day has been weird, but the few thoughts she’s heard from you let her know that it’s all in her own head. She knows you’re still nervous, scared to do anything wrong, but that was the usual case any time you got in trouble. 

Spinning around in a quick circle you look for Wanda, eyes gleaming when you finally see her leaning against the doorway. “The batter is yummy Mommy!” Holding the empty spoon out towards the witch prompts her to finally cross the room, pushing into your personal space until your back is against the counter. The squeak that tumbles from your lips makes her chuckle, her gaze stuck to your mouth as she reaches up to swipe her thumb across your bottom lip. 

You giggle up at her as she just stares at you, an awe stricken look written all over her face. Rushing to wrap your mouth around her thumb, letting your tongue lick at the drops of batter there, you can’t help but squirm as you watch her eyes darken. A bright smile stretches your lips around her thumb, and there’s an unexplainable lightness as the two of you just exist together. You reach up, letting both of your hands wrap around her wrist, as she helps you slide up to settle on the counter. 

Her mouth opens and closes a few times, watching you wiggle on the cold marble. Her other hand is rubbing against your hip bone, teeth gnawing on her bottom lip as she struggles to say what is on her mind. “Detka you… I..” Wanda lets her forehead rest against yours, eyes slipping closed as she chuckles, a breathy light sound that has you giggling along with it. “Mo-Mommy’s precious Little One.” A gentle kiss on the tip of your nose draws another chortle from you, nuzzling into her palm as you feel your body fill with a fuzzy warmth. The soft streams of sunlight bounces against the sparkling jade of Wanda’s eyes, a sight you can’t help but admire. 

She’s invading your space, forcing you onto your back as she climbs onto the counter. Struggling to breathe as she kisses up your body, rushed and mumbled mantra “m-mine” spoken against your skin like a flame. Her movements are strategic, slow and precise, drawing ragged gasps from you as the anticipation causes your heart to stutter. 

The world around you completely slows down and you know your heart just had to have stopped the moment that the witch’s eyes are looking down into yours. She’s smiling bashfully as her eyes cloud with emotions. Your entire head empties, almost as though someone opened the floodgate on your thoughts letting them fall out onto the floor. Goosebumps spread across your whole body, sending little shakes throughout your nerves but you don’t pay any attention to them–too focused on the Sokovian.

Nothing else mattered anymore as Wanda hovered over you, her bronze hair surrounded the two of you. Unable to blink, scared to even miss a single moment of her attention on you. When her lips meet yours, a passion behind them that she saved just for you and Natasha, she pulls a whimper from you. The way her body molds into yours and her lips move with such sensual vigor leaves you melting into the counter, helpless to the witch. It’s second nature, your body reacting to her, as though you were made for her. 

She had to know what her kisses did to you, the way her tongue glides along your bottom lip leaves you breathless. Giving just enough to keep you wrapped up in her, but never enough to leave you with an air of arrogant confidence. She never truly asks for what she wants, but leaves you begging for her to force her way into your mouth. The tender grip on your jaw surrenders you helpless as she keeps you right where she wants you. Everything she ever does commands respect, and at the very core of it—your submission. 

Intoxication is the only way you can explain it, your mind swirls and blurs the moment her lips graze against you. Whenever her thoughts and actions landed on you, enthrallment bubbled within, leaving you giddy and eager for more. When her hands map out your skin, claiming it as her own, she leaves wildfires in their wake. Burning her mark into you and ruining you for any one who dares to come after her. .

You weren’t sure how long you were laid up on the counter, Wanda groping at your body always left you fuzzy, but it was both of your phones buzzing loudly that broke the two of you apart. A pathetic whine tears through your teeth as she pulls away from you, your foggy brain trying to catch up with what was happening. Sprawled out underneath her, you attempt to catch your breath as she towers over you on her knees. A deep, mocking chuckle shoots shivers down our spine as she reads the text you both received. 

Her sharp manicured nails scratch at your torso as she flips the phone around to show you the pictures that were sent into the group chat. “Looks like your stray lost a bet, detka.” You’re trying your best to focus on the screen but Wanda’s hips have begun to grind down onto you.

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The last of the young agents and recruits leave, following Peter out of the conference room, by the time that Natasha has dragged Kate on top of the table. She ignores the grumbles of Steve, rolling her eyes as he complains about getting behind on mission reports. “If you don’t want to see the show all you have to do is walk out, Flag Boy.” She darkly chuckles as she watches the archer settle as best as she can on her knees, squirming against the solid marble. The widow climbs fully onto the table, kicking off random objects as she walks slowly across it.

Kate’s head is tilted down, knees spread as she sits as pretty as possible for the widow. The feeling of cold metal tapping against her chin forces her gaze up, tipping her head back until it’s uncomfortable. The ginger sees a flash of fear in the younger girl’s eyes, “Oh you’ve never played with this before. Well I wouldn’t worry, mutts like you always love playing with a good stick.” Natasha’s sole roughly connects with the brunette’s clavicle, sending her sprawling onto her back. 

Natasha watches foggy navy eyes dart back and forth, a futile attempt to stay alert. Someone behind them moves, sending a scraping sound echoing through the hushed room. Kate flinches and the Russian’s eyes narrow taking in the reaction, but the archer’s jaw is slack and nonsensical pleading falling from her lips sparks action. Letting the end of her baton trace the young Avenger’s bottom lip as she tries to get up, propped on her elbows with wide clouded eyes. “Don’t pay those stupid boys any attention, моя маленькая сучка. All of your focus should be on me, be a good girl and open that pretty mouth just a bit more.” 

Kate blinks up at the ginger, confusion flooding her system and drowning out any uncertainty. Why was she being so nice, is this not part of the scene? Her hesitation, though only a few seconds, irritates the assassin. The archer’s heart stutters when the end of the baton is shoved past her teeth, scraping roughly against her tongue. Boots kick open her legs as Natasha steps in between, before one settles on her stomach pushing her to lay flush against the cool table. “Relax little mutt.” The muttered reassurance only loud enough to reach the young girl’s ears as the pressure on her stomach gets more intense. “Get your хозяин baton all wet, even though I know there’s no real need. Your pathetic pussy doesn’t need any help, soaking through your flimsy leggings. I haven’t even begun to fuck you and yet you’re making such a mess.” 

The more Natasha talks she can see the cloudy look return in Kate’s navy eyes, and the tension leaves her body. “Why don’t you be a good bitch, go ahead and strip for me.” The archer starts trying to get up but the ginger doesn’t take her baton out of her mouth, only pushes it further into her mouth. “Nuh uh, I said be good. Show off your training, a good mutt doesn’t drop their stick.” Taking her boot off of the younger girl’s stomach, amused green eyes watch as she struggles to get her clothes off. 

When Kate finally spreads her legs, free of confinement, there’s a collective soft gasp when the room sees just how wet she is. Pulling the baton out of the brunette’s mouth to give her a brief moment of relief but  her hips jerk when metal rubs against her inner thigh. “Awww it looks like we have a bit of an issue.” Natasha kneels between her open legs, swiping her thumb across her clit. A pathetic whimper escapes the acher’s mouth, against her own will, and the mocking laughter that follows makes her entire body flush. “It looks like I forgot to bring your favorite strap, oh no! What ever should we do?” 

She’s speaking, the derisive tone, not only to Kate but to the entire room. Unhappy about a specific presence, but ready to show off just a little, Natasha slips two fingers easily into the brunette. “How cute, such a needy little cunt. You don’t even need any prep.” Pumping her fingers, watching with a cheeky grin as she sneaks a third finger into the mix. “It’s like you want to be used in front of all your heroes. Spread so they can see your dripping pussy sucking in my fingers, begging to be filled by something else.” 

Anyone in the room could see the struggle on the CEO’s face as she tries to silence her moans, but the filthy sounds of Natasha’s fingers fucking into her is a clear giveaway. “It’s so cute that you think an adorable little slut like you can stay quiet, what if i just…” Roughly yanking her fingers out, her eyes get stuck on how Kate’s hole gapes. A pitiful whimper accompanies the archer’s hips jerking up, trying to chase after the widow’s fingers. 

Natasha chuckles, a deep and voluptuous sound, as she brings the wet digits to Maria’s mouth. Her emerald eyes stay on the archer’s reaction, watching as she clenches around nothing and squirms at Hill’s appreciative hum. As the commander mumbles out some praise and thanks, the Russian lets the tip of her baton tap against Kate’s prominent clit. 

Leaning down to cup the brunette's jaw, hanging open as she tries to catch her breath, Natasha smiles widely before spitting directly into her mouth. A small drop runs down Kate’s chin, “Such a messy mutt.” Letting her thumb pop into the CEO’s mouth to distract her just enough that when the ginger slips the tip of the baton into her it draws a squeak. “Stop squirming slut, wouldn’t want me to slip and accidentally electrocute you or would you?” Panicked moaning is muffled by the thumb still in Kate’s mouth, pushing further the more noise she makes. 

Everyone in the room can hear how wet the young Avenger is with each rough thrust of the baton, even with her mouth filled her moans are echoing throughout the room. “I bet you like all the eyes on you, don’t you?” Natasha’s question is met with muted yes, but it isn’t good enough for her. Dragging her thumb out of her mouth and swiping a knife from the table, Kate barely has enough time to gasp before she feels the sharp blade against her neck. “I taught you enough tricks to know you know how to speak, bitch.” 

Choking back a sob, the archer scrambles to answer. “I do! I love everyone watching me.” Her voice is strained, trying to avoid the way the knife pricks her skin as it leaves small cuts across her throat. “Пожалуйста хозяин.”  Cobalt eyes darting around, looking for someone to help but all the other Avengers are just enjoying the show. 

The edge of the blade trails down her torso, leaving bright red lines. Crimson leaking down her ribcage, a cough gets the widow’s attention. Head whipping around, but her thrusting never stops, as she makes eye contact with one of her best friends. “I don’t see you complaining anymore Stars, your pole is pretty tall right now.” Natasha rolls her eyes, a disgusted groan falling from her lips as she watches Steve flush in embarrassment.

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Her magic is gentle as it tightens around you, lifting you into the air forcing you to follow behind the witch. Settling into the soft cushions of the couch makes you feel at ease, gazing up at your Sokovian as she mutters something under her breath. Her crimson eyes are scanning down your body, the mystical mist swirling around you two as she finishes what you realize is a spell. 

By the time she finally makes eye contact with you the forest green you adore is back, and you smile cheekily up at her. Wanda turns on the television, before settling behind you in the corner of the large couch. You’re dragged flush against her and you shiver as her breath hits your ear. “Look at the screen Detka.” Displayed on the screen is the groupchat where Natasha has FRIDAY sending you live updates of the meeting that she was in, but instead of boring notes you notice different videos and pictures of Kate. She’s in flimsy clothes and before you know it she’s on table getting played with. 

You aren’t even aware of how audible the whines coming from deep within your throat are, entirely too focused on the grumpy feeling of being left out. Cold hands slip under your shirt causing you to flinch, but the witch is rubbing comforting circles on your soft stomach. “Now Little One, settle down and Mommy will help you.” Her nails are dragging slowly and softly across your torso, tickling slightly. It’s light and usually it wouldn’t do that much for you, but your body is reacting a lot and it causes your head to swim. “You’re already so squirmy, Toy. What’s got you so worked up?” Her voice is entirely too sweet, but your brain is already so fuzzy. 

Eyelids heavy and your jaw slack as you just whimper pitifully. Trying to shove your face into her neck but her free hand grips your jaw, squishing your face as she forces you to look at the television again. She drags her nails up, giggling as your hips jerk the closer she gets to your breasts. Scratching across a strained nipple, Wanda chuckles as you whine and gasp freely but awkwardly with your scrunched up mouth. Palming at your other neglected breast, and purposely letting her arm rub against the breast she just abandoned, the brunette nips at your shoulder. “Do you want to know a secret?” 

She’s moving your head, forcing you to nod but praising you nonetheless. Her hand is traveling back down your body now but you can feel her magic now, vibrating against you as it gains power and grows. The fire that Wanda leaves whenever she touches you burns, bright and everlasting, but the way her magic sets your entire body ablaze was unmatched. Nothing felt better and it always immediately left you needy. 

Her hand is slipping into your pants, glad to have dressed you in loose clothing. She’s letting her fingers press into you as she purposefully moves flamboyantly inside the baggy sweats. The heat radiating from your dripping cunt can be felt even through your panties, useless as they were now ruined. Dragging her nail across the waistband of your cute purple underwear, courtesy of Kate, she uses her grip on your chin to turn your head some. Licking a stripe up your cheek, leaving a kiss on your temple as she smiles widely against you. “I can’t take all the credit for how drenched you are, Мой красивый ангел.” Her eyes flick towards the television, chuckling as she watches Natasha thrust the baton into the archer. It’s wet and filthy, even without the audio you can see the way the younger brunette is dripping onto the table. 

Your fuzzy mind struggles to comprehend her words, eyebrows scrunching as you try to shake your head free. The witch just tuts, humming at your measly attempt at breaking out of her grip. “Mommy…please” Your plea is jumbled, distorted by how she’s squishing your cheeks up and leaving your mouth hanging open. Drool has started falling from your lips, leaving wet marks all over your shirt. 

Even though she hasn’t touched you, you can feel the coil in your stomach is tight. The warmth in your belly is steadily rising, spreading through your body.  She’s pressing against your pelvis now, letting her fingers leave impressions as she plays with your reactions. “Moooommy pleaseee” Her voice taunts you, a high pitched fake whine falling from her overly pouty lips. 

Cloudy unfocused eyes try their hardest to search the room for anything that would give you an idea to help you persuade her to touch you, but all you see is the scarlet mist starting to settle across the entire couch. Tapping against your squishy cheek is your only warning as Wanda shoves your face back towards the screen, “Don’t worry little one, your Daddy will take care of you. Mommy is just here to make sure everything goes as planned.” 

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Watching as Kate’s body stretches to take the baton makes Natasha chuckle, but each time someone moves the archer’s muscles tense. “Still paying so much attention to those around you, little bitch? When you should be completely and fully focused on me?” Snarling down at her, the widow moves her beloved weapon faster. “I know you’re close, and I know deep down you’re already ready to beg me to cum but my sweet naive little mutt won’t be asking me. You like everyone else’s eyes on you so much so go ahead and ask them.” 

Kate’s eyes widen, body flailing a bit but the sting of the blade piercing her collarbone makes her freeze. “Хозяин, please I’ll be good.” Her body is obviously betraying her as her thighs start shaking, and broken whimpers falling from her lips as she babbles incoherently. Forest eyes blink, slowly and intently, listening to the mumbled words. 

The ginger just hovers above her, leaning heavier and heavier against her collarbone. A smug, entirely too wide smile stretches Natasha’s face. Letting the knife clatter as she drops it onto the table, the assassin leans up onto her knees before pulling the dripping wet baton out of the younger girl. “Knees now.” The command is muttered, barely audible as she waits for the brunette to shakily pull herself up. Tangling the raven hair into her fist yanking her head back until all the room could see her tear stained face, flushed as her entire body heaves trying to regain composure. 

An absolutely filthy moan tears through Kate’s throat when the widow lightly taps the baton against her clit, a small shock of electricity shooting through her body. Her entire body lurches forward, almost tumbling face first into the table but the fingers tangled in her hair keep her up on her knees. “Show off that pretty face, mutt. They all want to see it.” The baton slips a bit as Natasha tries to push it back into the archer, leaving the girl shaking in anticipation. Letting the cool metal slide through the wetness, dragging ragged breaths from the brunette before pushing the baton back into her. 

Not letting her have a moment to re-adjust, Natasha puts her entire body into rutting the weapon into Kate immediately dragging her back dangling over the edge. The pace is brutal, but it drains all of the archer’s thoughts and pulls her back under the fog. Her ocean eyes glaze over as she lets her body sway and jerk along with the widow. “Be a good slut and ask these nice people if you can come for them.” The widow’s mouth grazes against her ear, relishing in the trembles that wrack the brunette’s body. 

It takes a few minutes and a few different tries as Kate sobs her way through asking each Avenger and agent in the room, struggling through moans. Natasha mostly just gives silent praise with each person that she gets through until she sees Carol sitting forward, a muted excitement as she waits for her turn. 

A cold glare goes ignored as the captain’s entire focus is on Kate, so when it’s her turn the widow yanks the archer’s head up painfully–cutting off her words. “Now now Little Mutt, you wouldn’t wanna do something to make me mad at this point of time; would you?” The tone of her voice makes the brunette babble, sobbing out apologies and promises to skip the Kree hybrid. Once Natasha is satisfied and her counterpart has continued asking permission to the last bit of the group, the ginger focuses on pushing her farther over the edge. 

Rough and scratchy voice almost completely pulls Kate from her warm fuzzy mindset, drying her eyes almost immediately as she fights against her instincts. The way her handler is fucking into her distracts her just enough, but as the older agent speaks the nerves near the base of her neck sends pain running along her body. He’s toying with her, acting like he isn’t sure if she should be allowed to cum. Everyone else is loving it, eating up his confidence to mess with Romanoff’s property, but only the ginger sees the internal battle that the young Avenger is having. 

“Enough. You’ve lost your privilege, such a pathetic excuse of a man can’t even make up his mind.” She’s pulling Kate up, letting her adjust so that she’s comfortably laying back against her torso. The widow has her hand wrapped tightly around her throat as she thrusts the baton, roughly and as best as she can at such an awkward angle. “Ignore the rest of them little mutt. You can cum, you’re going to cum. Just for me now.” It doesn’t take much more, just the whispering against the raven haired girl’s ear to let her fall beneath that foggy wave in her head. “Cum for your хозяин. Be my good girl and cum for me.” 

It’s all too much, all too quick, as Kate’s brain starts drowning underneath the weight of her own thoughts. Her brain is fighting against the warmth and the mist that Natasha is trying to settle her into, and it’s frustrating as her body hasn’t quite caught up to her thoughts. She earned this orgasm but she won’t be able to enjoy it if her brain won’t shut off. Unsure of when a steady stream of tears started flowing down her cheeks, Kate wasn’t even sure of her own feelings and couldn’t sort her own brain out. 

She knew that her body was nearing the end of its ability to fight off the impending orgasm, and she wanted it more than anything–no she needed it this time. Through the war in her brain the archer doesn’t even realize that her body is shaking, cumming around the baton. She doesn’t even register that she's babbling out thank yous, or slouched bonelessly against Natasha. Kate doesn’t even take note of the praise, only coming back to the present when the widow’s baton leaves a searing line along her torso. 

Her eyes finally focus as she takes in the now empty room, abs still twitching from the shocks from the baton. “There’s my mutt, I thought you would be stuck in your head forever.” The widow’s voice is quiet, mumbling against her shoulder where she is looking down at her body. Slowing trailing the cum covered baton across her thighs. “You did so good for me today, but your brain went somewhere.” Blue electricity snaps as it travels along the baton, nipping at Kate’s thighs in bursts of pain. Strings of cum acting as the perfect conductor to supercharge the strikes, the pain sending the archer deeper into the fog she was searching for earlier. 

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Your legs were spread open, Wanda’s overlapping them to keep you as still as possible. Her arm was wrapped around your torso and her free hand was tangled in your hair, tugging your head back to leave your pulsepoint open. “You're so pretty when you’re desperate. Such a miserable little toy when no one is around to play with you. Isn’t that right?” Her voice is muffled against your jaw, where her teeth are nipping at the thin stretched skin. 

All of your senses are overwhelmed, the crimson smog has infiltrated your entire body and everything is just obscenely sensitive. You can barely keep your eyes open to watch the way Kate is being fucked, Natasha smug as ever; but you can feel it. Every single movement and thrust, it’s like your Daddy is right there between your legs. It’s not enough though, and Wanda knows this. Her magic leaves you wanting more, leaving you just out of reach of what you really want. 

Helpless as she holds you tight, you can feel her hardened nipples against your back and it makes you entirely too aware of the effect this is having on her. The more you wiggle against her, your butt snug against her covered center, the more she lets out feebly concealed groans but you both can feel her wetness soaking through the layers between you. 

You can feel the way Natasha is dangling Kate over the edge, the way her muscles are tight and shaky with anticipation. It isn’t enough. It’s never enough. When you feel Wanda laugh behind you, stroking at your stomach in mock comfort, you can’t help the pathetic whine that tumbles from your lips. The grip in your hair tightens when you try to look at her, only getting a flash of the ruby eyes you’re forbidden from looking into. Slipping under the waistband of your sweats, the hand that tried to comfort you teases at your neglected clit; easing under your panties. 

Begging comes easy when she swipes past the place you need most, rubbing at the spot where your thigh starts. You aren’t entirely sure what words are comprehensible, but your mouth can’t catch up to your brain. No words could truly get across what you felt, your body only feeling the ghosts of actions happening a state away short circuiting your thoughts. Seemingly Wanda takes mercy on you, letting her palm settle on your clit and two fingers to dip into you. 

She doesn’t move, not even an inch after she settles her hand comfortably. “I said I would help, but that doesn’t mean I will be doing all the work. Show Mommy how much you want to cum.” Your hips are moving before she even finishes her words, grinding down onto her. Your eyes roll back, relief flooding your system as you finally feel something real. 

Intoxication, once again, is the only way you can describe it. The way she reels you in, and lets the line out, is deliberate and smart. Leaving you hanging until you are delirious with need, a pliable toy for her to play with. She builds you up, fanning the fire that grows with each push and pull. It’s slow and leaves you completely at her mercy, brain completely flooded with thoughts of only Wanda–just as she likes and just as she knows only she can. 

It doesn’t take much, your neglected clit grinding against the calloused heel of her hand and your cunt trying to suck in her fingers with a dire need. You can just make out Kate desperately clawing at Natasha, a sure sign that she’s about to fall over the edge. You feel her orgasm building before your own, too focused on knowing what she is feeling that when your own coil shatters it’s a mindblowing surprise. The intense fire ripples out over your body, washing you in a heat that over takes your entire body as it shakes and shudders. 

Relishing in the high as you float along the overwhelming bliss it’s a complete ambush when Wanda’s hand slaps down on your pussy, sending a searing pain through your body. Startling you and effectively ending your orgasm early, the beginnings of a tantrum are on the tip of your tongue when you feel the ghost of Kate’s coil shattering. Causing an intense empty feeling, as your brain reacts to something that your body can no longer feel and you roll around in between the witch’s legs miserably. 

An unamused look is the only response you receive as she watches you, waiting for you to realize that you won’t be getting any sympathy from her. Settling for your best doe eyed look and cute pouty lip, you gaze up at Wanda. “Don’t give me that look, Malyshka. You’re lucky a ruined orgasm is all you get for how bratty you were earlier.” The tilt of her head silences your arguments, though you know that she hears them when she raises an eyebrow at you. 

Rolling her eyes, Wanda switches the television to some random animated movie with a flick of her wrist. “You did very good, Little One, but you did need to be punished. I told you that those bad thoughts you had were punishment enough for the time being, but that time expired and you needed to be reminded of your place.” Her tone was soft, but reprimanding and it made you shrink in on yourself. You knew your training and you knew what your role was in this dynamic, and while the others found amusement in your brattiness you knew that Wanda had trained you better than that. “My prized toy, this was just a bump in the road. I know we have had a few of those recently, but everything is a learning curve.” 

Nodding your head as you listen, you move around so that you can curl up on her lap. Wanting to find more comfort you shove your face into her neck, sucking on the muscle in her neck as you listen. Enjoying the way it vibrates, an extra thing to ground you, as she continues to talk. She’s deterred from her explanation, knowing there was no reason to spend too long berating you after your talk earlier as well. Instead she’s talking about her day and the random things that you have missed from your time apart. The two of you see each other most days of the week, but sometimes your schedules just don’t mix well or other plans get in the way so you always enjoyed hearing about the small details of what you may have missed. 

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You’re half asleep curled up in the huge bed, the sounds of rain tapping against the window of the master bedroom in the penthouse when Kate starts sitting up. Shoving your face into the pillow she abandons, you try to keep your eyes closed for as long as possible but the moment she’s poking at you that idea goes out the window. “Have…you ever thought about like.. the future?” 

Rubbing at your eyes, you push yourself up to lean against her. Reaching out to grab her hands, tangling your fingers together so that she can’t tug at the loose thread on the blanket anymore. The silence wrapped around the two of you like a heavy blanket, and even though you wanted to stay awake you could feel sleep creeping back into your head. Clearing your throat, “Our future?” 

You watch as Kate’s eyes twitch, uncertainty filling her features but she stays silent. The midnight blue cloudy with sleep and fear. Tracing patterns along her arm, giving yourself some time to wake up as much as possible and put some thoughts together. “My love..” Your hand is reaching up before you realize, tilting her chin down to look at you. “I’m not going to lie. Thoughts about the general future are.. Not really in my vision right now. Most of my energy is going into finishing school and getting a raise at work.” You watch your girlfriend’s throat bob, swallowing down whatever emotion she’s feeling. “But you… you’re always right there. Nothing makes sense, all my thoughts are all over the place and I feel like I’m constantly drowning; but Kate you’re the only thing that never wavers.” 

“What…what about Wanda and Natasha?” The question lingers in the air. Your mouth opening and closing, your brain unable to wrap itself around the weight of the insinuation behind such a simple sentence. The past four years should be enough to show where you stood in their lives, but you were never one to have confidence in history. 

The clock ticks, steady, as you struggle to answer. The heavy thoughts from a few days ago are still fresh in your mind, an unhealthy habit that you never truly broke free of. No matter the words spoken to you, or sent to you since then, you can’t shake the feelings deep rooted within you. The longer the two of you sit there in silence, the faster the warmth from the comforter escapes causing you to shiver in the cold of the night. Kate is pulling you back down onto the bed, letting you curl into her. 

Sharing a lazy, sleep heavy kiss makes your heart stutter. Pulling away to see her dark eyes, illuminated in the moonlight that leaks into the room behind the curtain. Breathless as you blush furiously under her attention, her eyes spoke of all the love she held for you and the devotion was overwhelming the longer you got lost in the sparkling navy. Finally looking away you let your head fall against her chest, listening to her heart beat; smiling at the slightly too fast thumps. 

There in the silence, wrapped in the safety of the love of your life’s arms, you say the words you never dared utter out loud before. “I’m whatever they want me to be..that’s..the only thing I ever truly know of them.”

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Summary: How do you find your way to the light when you're under the rubble?

Genre Warnings: Mostly Angst, there is a smutty scene though SO 18+

Word Count: about 13k

ANGST warning: Fighting and Avenger work, and then verbal fights as well as, vague/brief mentions of Sexual Assault, Death, Suicide, and Self Harm

Smut Warnings: Mommy/Daddy kink, Puppy/Pup kink, strap on use (r and W receiving), strapwarming, a bit of humiliation, thigh riding, d/s power exchanges,

*as per usual lemme know if i missed anything important*

A/N: And this my loves, is the finale part of TGU S1 Finale. Hopefully it is everything that you guys wanted. Here's part one if you haven't read it! If there are any mistakes or anything, its cause i suck.

***Minors DNI** **Pay attention to the warnings tagged and only click the keep reading tab if you are okay with them and 18+*** ***18+ ONLY***

Training Grounds Master List

Dropping a stack of papers on the table, the man sighs as he rubs his hand over his face. This wasn’t the conversation he wanted to have on everyone’s day off but the longer they wait the more difficult the situation will be to defuse. “This is serious now Wanda, don’t you understand that yet?” Steve just wanted her to agree, nod her head and let them help her figure something out. He didn’t want the young girl to ever be put in a situation where she may end up a public enemy again. 

Pouring a few fingers of whiskey, Tony’s nonchalant attitude would normally frustrate everyone but he is keeping the room calm at the moment. “It’s no longer a maybe, everyone can see the changes in you. It’s basically a flashing sign to the rest of the world that we’re losing control of a ticking time bomb.” His voice is already slurring a little, and you can tell that the surprise meeting took him by surprise but nothing would stop him from drinking in the moment. His family, the team, was falling apart in such a deep way and it was starting to affect him more than most understood. 

“I have it under control, I told you that.” Wanda was glaring at the table, practically refusing to look at anyone. She hated being surprised like this, it felt more like an interrogation or intervention more than a team meeting. 

“We can’t trust your judgment anymore, Maximoff.” Fury always has an air of authority to him, even to the witch who rarely interacted with him. She never liked him, for he had originally been part of the group that wanted to imprison her for her actions with Ultron. The man regardless demanded respect with each word he spoke, even gaining the brunette’s gaze. “Should have taken Hill’s word for it and kept you under lock and key from the moment we realized how dangerous you could end up.” The sarcastic jab was unprofessional, but he didn’t take it back instead staring directly at Wanda. 

Glaring at the head of her girlfriend, the witch tries to prompt her into doing something. “Seriously Nat, you’re going to just sit back and let them speak to me and about me like this?” She knew that the two were having issues, but at the end of the day she knew she would never let someone else berate the ginger like this. 

The widow shrugs, helplessly shaking her head as she finally looks up. “What do you want me to say? I told you that we couldn’t handle this alone, though personally I think this is out of their control at this point but at least we’re finally stepping out of trying to deal with it without help.” It’s almost a slap to the face, a decision that makes it seem almost helpless that the two have been together for almost a full decade at this point. 

Tony sets his glass down, a clank sharp enough to pull everyone’s attention. “Earth can’t handle another eruption, and right now the cherry bomb over there is the biggest one on the radar. It isn’t about sides, we protect and right now I’m not any of us know where this is actually going to end up.” 

“At this point I think you guys just want to lock me back up, throw away the key and leave me to rot. Would that make you guys feel better?” Wanda’s anger could be felt throughout the room, even though her entire body was calm and relaxed. 

The widow in the room speaks slowly, under her breath, but in the dead silence no one could have missed it. “Might make the rest of the world feel better.” Even when she realizes that she said it out loud, you could tell there was no regret. 

“Classy Romanoff, real classy.” Rolling his eyes, Tony downs the rest of his drink as he tries to keep calm. The entire domestic situation was getting out of control and he had a feeling that it would cause the future to be even more rocky if they stayed divided. 

Finally moving to show her emotions, Wanda’s hand slams against the table. A loud resounding smack makes everyone flinch, sparks of scarlett magic flying into the air. “Your problems with me aren’t the boys’ business, so why do you constantly want to air it out in front of others?” The death glare shot towards Natasha would send anyone else to their knees, begging for forgiveness but not the widow. 

The assassin was used to the witch’s outbursts, though they were more frequent when she was younger they haven’t changed one bit. Rolling her eyes at the tantrum that she knows is brewing, she just blankly stares back at Wanda. “When have you ever been against showing off to others? Don’t you love when others watch, you get off on it.” 

Seething, the Sokovian bares her teeth at her girlfriend; furious that this entire thing is always being turned on her. “You’re the one that left our last conversation.” 

A mocking laugh breaks up the heavy breathing, baited silence as everyone waits for them to finish. “I left? Me? Miss Houdini over here thinks that I left! That’s real entertainment.” 

Wanda’s rings scrape against the table, a screech that has the men in the room grimacing, as she exhaustedly sighs. “Walking out after someone tells you what Bishop told us is not okay Natalia. No matter what your reaction is, that is not it.” 

“Get over that night, everyone else did.” A note of silence plants a seed of doubt, watered quickly from the diverted gazes and quiet throat clearing. “Didn’t they?” 

“You got over it. You put a fake bandaid over it. The gifts…I heard they were nice, and of course the suit we made turned out great but…even I know that gifts can only go so far.” Tony sort of shrugs, an attempt to not piss off the ginger. 

A loud scoff interrupts him, the witch stranding quickly as her chair falls behind her. Pushing into the widow’s personal space, Wanda leans down into her face. Her hands land on the armrests, blocking her partner from being able to get up. “Get it through your thick skull Romanoff, the world doesn’t just fall to their knees because you decide that you are ready to move on.” 

It’s silent for a long time, the two women glaring at one another with neither willing to budge. No one really wanted to interrupt, stupidly  hoping that one of them would give up, be willing to nudge at at least a little. When the staring contest goes on for almost ten minutes, the other men all look to one person to try and break it apart. “Even though this fight is incredibly sexy, a real treat ladies. This isn’t what we came to talk about.” Even as Steve and Nick sigh, cringing when they realize how Tony decided to ease tension, everyone is relieved when the two women finally separate. 

Straightening his posture, a very uncomfortable Steve clears his throat. “Yes, we need a game plan for whenever this…prophecy is fulfilled.” 

Wanda rolls her eyes, her face slowly becoming stoic as her mask falls into place. Deliberately ignoring Natasha when a noise of concern falls from her pursed lips, the witch turns to to the captain swiftly. “Here’s the plan Star Spangled Banner, I go away. That’s all. You won’t have to worry about me when I am gone, and I don’t need anyone to even be concerned with me.”

Before anyone can even reply, or try to stop her, the brunette disappears only leaving behind a puff of crimson. 

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A hand tugs you back, and you almost chastise the blonde but she’s shushing you and pointing to the four men walking the path below you two. Floating above a balcony, you lower the two of you to a ceiling beam to try and help conceal your position. It’s mostly dark, just a few dim lights flickering. Thankful for your new technology, and watching as Yelena slips on her green goggles, the two of you take your time to scan the area. You know that this entire situation is no longer an offensive, a recovery mission on one of the highest protocols as not only a huge group of civilians but two of the most prominent heroes are incapacitated. 

Echoes of taunts and muffled whimpers reach the two of you, analyzing the possible route around becomes a breeze as you blink through the purple arrows showing you the best way. When the two of you hear an agonized scream it doesn’t take much more for you to drop down, ambushing the masked men below you. Working together you and the blonde almost move as if you are one, your connection truly shining through fighting for the first time. Even as you move farther into the building, separating as needed, it’s almost like you share the same brain. 

With each move you decide to make, your confidence never wavers as the comforting vibration of crimson mist moves along your body. Besides trying it on during the holidays, you had never worn the suit and the way it works with you is mind blowing. Any time you came face to face with one of the masked men it was like the suit knew what to do, the perfect weapon materializing out of chaos into your hand. 

Maroon blades and arrows glitching from their spots where they stick out of those you leave in your wake, anger from knowing they hurt people you loved making you not second guess your actions. Never running out of weapons coming in handy as the two of you work your way through the huge bank, before finally coming to a meeting point right in front of the main lobby. You take a moment to breathe as you sneak through the last hallway, assessing the situation, and realizing that Wanda made sure that no one could ever track you for everything you leave with them disappears. 

Yelena finally settles next to you, working on a small phone as she works to hack into the building’s alarm and security system. “The witch did good on your suit.” 

Nodding silently, you stand next to her with a shield of scarlet curving around the two of you as you focus on the small screen. “This is Katie’s code.” Your voice is hushed, though excited when you realize that you should be able to figure it out easily enough. “I recognize it from when I hang out at work with her. I think..if you switch the last two things and just rework that fourth line then it should work perfectly.” 

The blonde rolls her eyes at you, doing what you suggest and chuckling as it works perfectly. She easily begins to work through the system, setting up different triggers. “You know, I am shocked that you remember anything from your time at her company as you drool so much over her.” 

She interrupts you before you can chastise her, nodding as she slips the phone back into a pocket somewhere. Making note to giggle at her later, you let the mask show you where to go as the two of you scale the ceiling. The list of how many civilians to save growing with each second you crawl around, the center of the floor finally coming into view. You can see the faint purple electric forcefield first before the mess of people inside, the mask zooms in on the huddle for you. 

Almost immediately you divert your eyes, unable to fully see two of your favorite people in such a position. Instead you take a deep breath, preparing yourself for a fight of your life. You could recognize how outnumbered you were, especially with so many of the men in the middle of the floor. They were all heavily armed, and you knew that the two of you were already exhausted after taking so many people down alone. Unsure of how good the group of men were at wielding their overpowered weapons made this mission a bit more difficult, but it wasn’t anything you couldn’t handle or so you were telling yourself that. 

Slowly your eyes slip shut, the blinking lights and distant screams overwhelming you. It wasn’t something you were used to, and you knew that it was something you would need to train to be better equipped to handle. You never thought when you got this suit a few months back for Christmas that it would be used this quick. 

You knew you didn’t have time to be scared, not a single moment to work through the fear that was starting to completely take over your system. It was no longer an option, not that it was one in the first place, instead you had to dig deep. Finding that little girl in you that desperately just wanted to save people, the one that would have grown up to be an agent if not for that tragic night. Maybe you weren’t focused on saving every single person in the bank, and maybe that was incredibly selfish, but thinking about letting two of the most important people in your life slip between your fingers was all it took for you to step off the beam. 

Eyes closing as you feel your body fly through the air, trusting the way the crimson mist moves along your skin and holds you so tenderly.  You can hear shouts and screams, people rushing around below you, but even as things go soaring past you the suit almost makes you feel like time is slowed down. Giving you energy and focus, you can hear the way the witch would speak to you. Encouragement and love filling each thought, leaking into your body and filling you with a confidence that can only come from someone as powerful as her believing wholeheartedly in you. 

Landing in the middle of the room should have scared you but truthfully you knew in the back of your mind, and at the center of your heart, that anything Wanda would ever give you would never allow you to be hurt. The mask covered your eyes, but it didn’t matter as your vision was just a huge screen of red and purple static, almost as if it was a glitching computer screen. 

All your senses, all of your nerves, your entire being filled with a warm radiating chaos all flooding from the gleaming mark along your ribs. The fight was no longer just yours, but you knew that your favorite witch was there too. Standing tall in the middle of a shocked group of people, your vision cleared and your goal was in sight.

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You knew the moment that you came home that everything would explode. After pushing the suit to its limit, you had barely been able to teleport the four of you to the penthouse before passing out.  Happy that you were able to at the very least keep everyone safe, your body just wasn’t used to that amount of magic surging through your veins. 

Yelena had called upon her own people, a favor to get all of you back to Avengers campus. The two young heroes were immediately taken to medical, and you were brought to Kate’s room to rest. The doctors cleared you quickly, stating you just were exhausted and needed a good nap. Enlisting your best friend to make sure that for the next day or so, you would stay hydrated and fed; true rest. 

She as per usual took her orders seriously and monitored you closely as you slept, dreading the next unspoken part of her job; calling your two rage filled owners. The younger sister knew that she was practically dousing the flames with gasoline the longer that she procrastinated calling them, but even she was scared of them sometimes. 

By the time that they were called, you were happily walking around and feeling completely better but you knew that it was only a matter of time before the two showed up. Unsure of exactly how they would react, you decided to just try to prep for anything. Anger and intense fear was for sure, but you knew that even though the rules weren’t explicitly written out that you broke many. The suit wasn’t made for you to become a hero, or an agent. 

While you and Yelena were playing a casual round of Town of Salem, the door slammed open. Crimson magic practically crushing the metal, looming silhouettes of the two women scary even from a distance.  

It was the angry voice of the widow that breaks the volatile silence. “What do you mean you took her out on a mission?” It’s demeaning and directed at her younger sister, lunging towards her before stopping herself short. 

Wanda takes her time to walk towards you, her face void of any emotion as she scans your body. She takes her time to formulate a sentence, letting the two siblings squabble behind her as she takes the blonde’s spot next to you. Finally reaching out, she tangles her fingers with yours and the anger fueled fear shines through her emerald eyes. “That was for extreme emergencies only Detka, not for you to go out and find trouble!”  

You sigh, knowing that you were going to have to defend why you went with the white widow. “This was an emergency and look at me, I’m completely fine!” Gesturing to your body, you try to point out that you only have just a few small cuts and bruises. The suit that the witch had made you was extremely effective at protecting you from any harm.

Natasha’s head pops up, quickly scanning your body. Even though she can easily determine that you aren’t hurt, she still angrily flails her hand in your direction. “Yeah, you are but you could have not been. You should have never gone to get her Yelena, ever.” Shoving her sister to the ground, she looms over her and snarls whenever she tries to get up. 

Flopping dramatically back, rolling her eyes up at her older sister Yelena sighs. “Oh cool, am glad you seem so worried about my heath and safe being.” 

Kicking her side, huffing as Natasha watches the blonde roll uselessly around on the ground. “You are trained for this, you are THE white widow.” The ginger glares down at the girl when she laughs. 

“Kate Bishop is Hawkeye and Peter Parker is Spiderman. All trained and made for this job as well, and you see that they needed help.” The younger widow’s wiseacre tone just further pisses off her sister, but she can’t help but push her buttons. She knows you’re safe, that everyone is safe, and that’s all that matters. 

Nodding along, you perk up at your best friend standing up for you. “Don’t forget that in all technicality I have been trained to do this! Do you forget who I was raised by?” Cringing internally at the fact you brought up your lineage, the field that you were destined to be part of. 

Wanda sighs, knowing that you weren’t going to budge with Natasha’s angry outbursts. Cupping your chin, she gently turns your face to her. The soft emotional storm shaking the forest in her eyes makes you whimper, a small noise that falls from your lips involuntarily. “You may have been raised by them little one, but we all know you didn’t care for or want the lifestyle.” Even though she sounds much more gentle and loving, it still pisses you off. 

“That isn’t fair! I may not like the lifestyle but we all know I am damn good at it. It’s in my blood. S.H.I.E.L.D has been begging me to join the rankings since I could basically walk.” Natasha opens her mouth to interrupt you but you barrel on, despite cringing at the thought of being disrespectful. “I was born to do this and while I may not enjoy it, or have the will to do it daily, if it means saving or aiding any of you then you damn well know that I am going to don the suit and do whatever I need to.” 

Yelena is pushing her sister’s foot off of her, sitting up excitedly. “You should have seen her out there, you two need to set your fear aside and know that your little princess is amazing in the field. She knows what to do and honestly if she ever did want to join the agency, I would jump at having her as a partner.” 

Rolling your eyes, you reach down to shove the blonde. Knowing she’s just trying to take the heat off of you, a sigh leaves your lips because you can’t truly be angry at her. No regrets from going to save the two Younger Avenger captains, and nothing could change that; not even the two older women glaring down at you. If you ever did step foot in the field, you know that you would be more than thrilled to be partners with your best friend. 

Natasha shoves her way in between the two of you, stubborn as usual. The widow refused to budge on her way of speaking about the situation, anger completely over taking her entire mind. “I don’t care how amazing she was, and I know she was amazing. Personally I never wanted that suit to be anything but a defensive thing. It was never meant to go out into the field, nor was it ever meant for you to go wild and perform a retrieval mission.” 

You almost choke as you prepare yourself to do what you know needs to be done. Knowing that if anyone else says anything that neither of the older women would settle, the responsibility falls to you. Having spent the last almost five years obeying them almost completely you knew that this act would feel weird, never one to push back in this way. “Kate needed me. Peter needed me. They needed saving and obviously no one else was going to go, for whatever reason it fell to me and Yelena. We stepped up and saved them, and that’s all that should matter. No one else was harmed and we walked away safe. I have no plans to make a habit out of this before you ask. This isn’t something that I want to do a lot. Just drop this argument because at this point, I think we all need to realize that our emotions and feelings are being entirely redirected. I don’t know or understand what is happening, and it is frustrating as hell but I need everyone to figure themselves out.” 

Yelena’s eyes widen, never once hearing you stand up to the older women. A small smirk pulls at her lips as she watches her sister and the all knowing witch stumble back, jaws slack as they stare at you. She felt relief, hoping that this would be the beginning of the end of this entire situation. The blonde desperately wanted everything to progress and settle down, the tension was too much for her to deal with. 

“I’m going to go be with them while they wake up. I’m sorry for yelling and interrupting but I just need you guys to understand where I stand. This entire thing, whatever it is, is affecting us too. I’m not sure exactly what is going on with you two, but I’m not stupid. I will see you guys later.” You have to force yourself to immediately stand, storming out of the room before you looked into their eyes.

The white widow watches as you walk out of the room, chuckling silently before turning to see the other two struggling to mask their emotions. Wanda seemed to just be angry, eyes wet as she breathed deeply. Flickers of crimson could be seen sparking in the forest of her eyes, her nose twitching as she struggles to control herself. Natasha on the other hand almost drains of all humanity, her face pale and her eyes dim. It’s almost like the words and the venomous tone strikes her directly in the heart and she was losing all ability to live. The youngest wants to say something but she isn’t sure it would help, so instead she just shrugs sympathetically and follows you.

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The gentle beeping is soothing as you stare out the window. Having spent the past few days in this room, you had your favorite spot and you knew the best times to see the best views. 

“You don’t have to hang out with me every day, you know.” Kate’s sleep filled voice catches your attention immediately. She’s pushing herself to sit up, rubbing at her eyes. She looks so young in the hospital gown, and it makes you aggressively protective over her. 

Sitting in the spot where she’s patting at, you take her hand when she reaches out for you. Kissing her cheek softly, you make sure to not move too quickly as you watch her reactions carefully. “Silly girl, I’ll always be at your side.” 

Her head falls back, an exasperated huff leaving her lips as she stares up at the ceiling. Flopping her arm, IV rattling about awkwardly, as she grunts annoyed. “I’m just here for one more day. Stark feels horrible and I think he’s just overeating at this point. Having the nurses keep us in this prison longer than necessary.” 

“I agree with him, I think you should stay here until your body is allll better.” You lean in giving her a gentle kiss on different parts of her face, scratches and stitches. 

Kate hums, a content sound as she lets her eyes slip closed. Basking in the love you give her, she tries her hardest to ignore the faces that she sees with her eyes shut. 

Reaching up, you cup her face and use your thumbs to smooth the worry between her eyebrows. “I’m here Kate, I’m here and I’m not going anywhere.” It didn’t take much more for the archer to break down, shoving her face into your palm as sobs shake her body. 

The two of you sit, curled up together now, unsure of how long the brunette cries into your neck. A sound that breaks your heart, but it needs to happen. 

Her voice is broken, scratching at her throat as she forces herself to speak the thoughts screaming inside of her brain. “I froze, in the moment that I needed to be the most brave I froze. Peter was behind me, screaming as his body shut down and I froze mid air. What kind of hero am I if I can’t even save my best friend?” 

“It’s not good, you’re right, but do you really think that he’s going to blame you? It didn’t get close enough but I don’t think you would have let him die.” The girl always begged you to rationalize the thoughts in her head, to help her see the real side of things when she no longer could but it hurt every single time to do it. “Things happen, my love, it doesn’t make you a bad person or a bad hero.” “You say that because you have faith in me, but seeing their faces again and hearing them talk to me like that…It..I felt like a little girl again. I didn’t feel like this trained archer or skilled fighter. I felt like I did whenever they walked into my bedroom.” She’s shoving at you, hands coming up to grip her head and shoving her the heels of her hands into her eyes. It’s almost like she is trying to shove the images out of her mind, but no matter how hard she pushes it never works. 

“Kate—“ You can’t even get a full sentence out, barely even her name, before she’s cutting you off. 

Her eyes are wide, red rimmed and filled with hot angry tears that almost seem painful to stop. “I couldn’t even stop them! I couldn’t even raise a hand to them or beg for them to stop. It almost felt… like a relief. Normalcy almost leaking into my body and I hate myself for it. I don’t even think I cared that it happened again. All the shit I talked about how I was so angry about it, and that I would hit them even kill them now. What good did it do if I just let it happen? I..just let it happen.” Kate deflates in on herself, almost like someone poked a hole and her rage leaked out of her. Staring blankly at the wall, zoning out, the girl just sits there. 

You gulp down your own emotions, a strong urge to puke or burn the entire world down. It isn’t what needs to happen and you know that you need to tread lightly, letting the archer talk as she needs. 

She doesn’t say anything, and when you open your mouth to try and fill the air nothing comes out. Instead you sit there, both of you, the sound of beeping the only thing that could be heard. It wasn’t awkward, or tense, but it made you want to cry either way. Her heavy head falling onto your shoulder, comforts the both of you, as thoughts fill the air. 

“I want to forget it or at least act like it didn’t happen.” Her voice is small, hesitant and a little strained as she tries to understand her own emotions. 

You immediately want to shut it down, knowing that she’s just going to internalize this again and it will ruin her mind. Trying to be gentle about your worries, you rub your thumb over her covered arm and try to look into her eyes. “Kate..is that really the best thing?” 

She refuses to meet your gaze, shrugging a bit helplessly. “No. I know it isn’t but that’s the issue. It’s not the best thing, but it’s the thing that will get me to survive this. I don’t want to break right now. I don’t ever want to break but I think my mind needs a minute to deal with everything by itself. I need a minute to not let this ruin everything. The world is bigger than those two, especially now.” 

Your heart stutters, dropping into your stomach. Nothing you did that day you regret, and you’re actually deep down proud of what you did to them, but taking lives isn’t something you ever thought you would have done. You did what you needed to, and you know that if you hadn’t that Peter would be dead right now. You aren’t sure what all would have happened to your girlfriend, but you didn’t want to think about that right now. Nodding, you leave a gentle kiss on her forehead. 

Her ocean eyes, filled with violent whirlpools and crashing waves, finally meet yours. “Please, just do this for me. Just for now. I’ll think about it, work on it, when everything feels less crumbly.” 

Finally you force a smile, cringing internally when she gives you a look. “Okay. I promise. Once everything else feels less crumbly, then we will work on this. We will work at your pace and I will make sure that everyone else does, as long as you can promise the same for me.” 

You see her go to argue that, but immediately snaps her jaw closed. Kate sighs and just nods her head slowly, “Fine we both agree.” A beat of silence before she’s pushing herself up. “Can..we talk about the other thing, so that we can think of something else. Something that maybe we can fix.” After you give her a look to continue she shakes her body as she tries to get her thoughts into order. 

The archer is glaring at the white blankets, rolling the scratchy plastic band around her wrist. “First…I don’t want to tell them what happened exactly. Natasha already reacted badly to the first time, I don’t want to cause anything else to happen like that. I don’t want to break the dynamic any more.” 

“Baby, I don’t think that is on you or your story. I think something else is going on, with both of them.” She gives you a curious look, but it just leaves you shrugging. “Honestly, I’m not sure. They haven’t told me anything either and it’s getting really frustrating.” 

“So, how do we fix it?” Kate’s voice is small and it makes you practically growl, annoyance and anger building in your body. 

“I’ll deal with it. I think I know how to get them to break.” She looks at you, wanting to complain that she doesn’t want you to do it alone but the look of determination on your face is a sign that you weren’t going to back down. 

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“We can’t keep fighting.” The two were sitting across from each other, staring one another down as they met up to try and figure out how to fix the situation that they found themselves in. Natasha was unable to mask her anxiety, almost immediately trying to talk her partner out of fighting. 

A sharp nod, and a slightly sarcastic eye roll, confirms Wanda’s agreement. “Finally something we agree on.”  

The ginger is so frantic that she doesn’t even call the younger girl out on her attitude. “I’ve never seen her like that. Ever. Not even when we were leaving.” 

“Can we stop talking around what we need to do, please Natialia. It’s exhausting and at this point we’re both on the verge of losing everything. It’s been days, we can’t keep pushing everything off. Not everything is going to wait until you’re ready.” The Sokovian pinches her nose, trying to fight off the pending headache as she thinks about the next fight that she would endure. 

Sneering, Nat barely jabs back before deciding that it isn’t worth it right now to continue. “Sorry, your majesty. What exactly is it that you think we need to do? At this point I think we’ve gone past casually talking about it, haven’t we?” 

It’s almost like Wanda gives up, hands flopping uselessly to her sides as she just pleadingly looks at the other woman. “Why are you so angry? What about this entire thing is making you angry? Hmm? I just wanted you to let Kate in, that’s it. She opened up to us for the first time and you shut down. I understand you were scared of your reaction but Nat… you just have to deal with that.” 

“I’m angry at those guys. I’m angry at the fact that for four years that giggly silly girl was crushed every single day, her innocence and happiness ripped away from her like it was nothing. I’m angry because..I broke my own rules and now I have to deal with the aftermath.” The widow is gaping at Wanda as if she’s surprised she isn’t reacting this way. She doesn’t really understand how someone can act so calmly when it comes to the situation. 

The brunette pushes the subject just a bit more, nervous that the more she broaches the topic the faster the other one will shut down. “You don’t know it’ll turn out badly. Why are you thinking negatively? It’s just causing more issues.” 

“Are you not? If you didn’t have a bad feeling about everything, then why are you still hiding? When are you going to tell your precious detka how you truly feel?” Natasha laughs, a mocking sassy sound as she lets her eyes slip closed. She knew that Wanda was terrified but she was tired of being told that she was the only one scared of the outcome. 

“What does that mean?” Your quiet voice breaks the quiet sounds of the ginger’s laugh dying out, and it causes the two to spin around to look at you with doe eyed looks. 

“Oh, Makyshka. When did you get here?” The two share a panicked look, a dash of shame and guilt. 

Rubbing at your arms, you try to recoil into yourself as you realize that you were being impolite by listening to a conversation that you know was not meant for you. “I heard Daddy yelling, I’m sorry for eavesdropping but I just.. Please tell me what’s going on.”  

“Девочка, please..” Natasha tries to plead with you, but you’re past listening and being a quiet thing. 

You know she’s shocked when you interrupt her, but you have to keep your confidence and push on. “No, you guys always say that you’ll tell me when you’re ready but I’m ready. Doesn’t that matter? It’s been months like this. Months of tense situations that I don’t know how to defuse.” You know that you’re being unfair as you stare at them with your best pleading eyes, your body almost bending in on itself as you can feel the urge to kneel for them; your posture training pushing you into the best place to beg for something. 

Wanda speaks up, trying to ease your tension and your anxiety. She knew that it was getting frustrating, and that with everything going on you have been getting more impatient than ever. “Of course it matters Little One, we’re just trying to figure out our thoughts and feelings. We just want to be able to come to you when it’s all figured out.” 

“No. Okay. No. Delta, Red.” The two words feel foreign falling from your lips, something that you never took lightly. You knew that the two of them hadn’t heard you hard safe word in years, the three of you truly melding together so well that slowing down and having amazing aftercare helped any situation that any of you felt unsure about.  

The two freeze, the words sinking in as they stare at you. You haven’t used your safe word recently, especially not in a situation like this. This isn’t the normal break in conversation, but instead it’s tense and it’s almost like you paused a movie right at the climax. 

You’re shaking your head, jaw tense as you try to gather your emotions. This isn’t something you think you should go into irrationally, but it’s hard to keep control of everything when you don’t even know what you’re trying to control. “I can’t keep doing this on your schedule. Okay? This isn’t something that can just take a year or more. It’s tearing us apart and I can’t be the one that saves us, so talk. Talk or I’m walking out of here because I can’t handle this, and for once it’s going to be me who needs that break.” 

The silence screams out between the three of them, and you can feel your heart start racing. You never actually wanted to walk out, never wanted to take a break but you would if you had to. The stress of this situation, becoming the keeper of the dynamic, was all too much for you and you needed a solution. Leaving wasn’t your first choice but it was an option, and you would take it if you had to. 

It’s Natasha who speaks up, finally breaking the silence after what seems like an hour. You can tell she’s hesitant, and trying to prompt the witch into saying something but you no longer cared to be patient. “It’s complicated, detka, and we don’t want to say anything that we would regret. The situation can be really sensitive if we do things too early, or put things into existence that maybe we don’t actually feel. We just want to understand the things going on in our head before we start putting id–” 

“I love you Мой красивый ангел.” 

You freeze, watching the ginger’s eyes widen before both of you slowly turn to Wanda. The witch is staring determinedly at the floor, tugging at a stray string on the blanket. Her emerald eyes are distant, almost foggy as she avoids the two of you. It’s the first time that you’ve seen her like this, even the day that she left for her mission she wasn’t this nervous. It was more sad, and maybe a little panic the night before but nothing like this. 

Natasha gulps and for the first time in years the older widow sees the eighteen year old that sat in the back of the quinjet after the fight in Sokovia. The widow remembers it distinctly, watching the young girl protectively sit next to her brother’s body the entire flight to America. Steve had wanted to at the very least put him below deck so that she didn’t have to stare at him, unconcerned about anyone but Wanda’s feelings, but the young girl had growled out a sob every time anyone else even got close to him. 

It had been years since the witch showed such vulnerability, the mask she came to love left her stoic and in charge. She had felt lost and completely spiraling after her brother’s passing, and she had vowed to never be that again. While it was a fight for a bit, Wanda had quickly mastered that and no one ever saw her truly and transparently real. 

“I..I know you do..you always tell me th–” You were cut up, but it was probably for the better. The ability to form sentences was hard as your brain began to short circuit, really not understanding what was going on.  

Wanda sighs, fingers wiggling before she forms a fist. She’s trying to dig her nails into her palm, to calm herself as she prepares for rejection. “No, I love you. I’m in love with you. I think I have been for a really long time now and just ignored it because that’s not what you needed from me. It isn’t even what you need from me now, but after a year away from you my ability to hide it got worse. I know that you are with Kate, and I know that you two are dating but I just don’t think I can hide it effectively from you anymore. I don’t want this to change anything but if you’re not comfortable with this anymore then we can deal with that, find a solution even if that means me leaving.” 

Nodding, you take your time to absorb the information you just learned. It wasn’t something that necessarily surprised you. You had always dreamed of this day, a thing that you always thought was just slightly out of reach. The idea of someone like Wanda being in love with you was insane to you, this all powerful witch wanting to love a struggling college student. Unsure of what to say, you decide against saying anything. Instead you walk over to her on shaky legs, vision blurry and reach out to her. Taking her hand you lay it against your ribcage, the mark blazing beneath her touch. Uncertain forest eyes raise to meet yours, and your heart cracks a bit at the tears building. The bright red rim almost like a dam wall, refusing to break and let the flood of tears flow. 

What you don’t see is Natasha, awkward at her core, looking away so she doesn’t intrude. She lets her gaze settle on a few bunnies outside, playing before a flash of dark purple catches in her peripheral vision. There in the doorway stands a frozen, wide eyed Kate in a baggy sweat suit and bandages all over. A small twitch of the widow’s finger and the archer is silently crossing the room, just barely interrupting the scene in front of her before settling next to the ginger. 

It takes a moment, even after the archer enters the room, for the two of you to finally break apart. Your eyes immediately search for the only deep water that you find solace in, a fleeting moment between you all you need to comfortably dig yourself into Wanda’s side. Stretching out to get comfy, your feet end up in Kate’s lap and it almost feels like once again you are the bridge but it doesn’t feel horrible for the moment. 

The four of you sit in silence, all of you thinking and looking around avoiding gazes. It’s a beautiful day, a light snow is coming down even though it’s well into spring at this point. Irony in the weather matches the feeling inside the room. 

Kate is squirming as she finally breaks the silence, awkwardly spilling out her words quickly. “I’m sorry that I had to be saved last week. I shouldn’t have frozen like that. I could have taken them both out without any help, and I shouldn’t have gotten so cocky and vengeful.” 

The archer’s apology hangs in the air for a moment, an unspoken conversation happening between the older women before Wanda steps up and tries to calm the younger Avenger’s fears. “Malý kríženec, that wasn’t your fault. We’ve all had moments like that. I know it isn’t something that you want to hear, but as heroes we are in theory going to lose many more times than others. It’s about how we get back up and put ourselves back into the game.” 

Stubborn as usual, you watch your girlfriend shake her head aggressively. Refusing to believe it wasn’t her fault, she tries to argue the perfectly logical answer. “I caused issues and I know that, especially when I called Yelena. I don’t even know why I called her and I definitely didn’t know that she was going to go get back up, but it wasn’t my intention. I just panicked and I didn’t want to bother anyone, and she had told me she wasn’t doing anything. I think I just barely mumbled her name and the suit just took it upon itself to call her. I didn’t want her to bring anyone else, I promise.” 

You have to finally sit up a little, interrupting her anxiety filled ramble. “Once again, I can handle myself. I think I did just fine.” You know they mean the best, but you need them to realize that you can fight and do what is needed when you are called upon. 

Feeling Wanda physically sigh, before she’s tilting your head up to look at her. She has a forced smile on her face and you know that she’s trying to reign in her own emotions. “You did, but you’re our precious little thing and while we know you can tough it out with the best of us…we don’t want you to have to. “ The witch slowly moves your head to nod, a knowing look as she watches puff out your cheeks defiantly. 

The clock ticking, as the four of you go quiet grates your nerves but you know that there is something else going on. You aren’t sure what but you know that the tension between Wanda and Natasha still isn’t gone. 

“Can I ask…what I interrupted?” Your girlfriend’s voice is small, wary of overstepping. 

You look at Wanda, letting her decide when she would tell Kate. She’s not even looking at you though, glaring at a light’s reflection on the ground. It’s almost like you can see each brick of the wall the brunette is building, a protective barrier as she attempts to guard herself from the inevitable. 

It’s Natasha clearing her throat that makes the witch’s head snap up, glaring at the redhead. The assassin raises her eyebrow, a challenge between the two. You are looking out the window naively at the point, having grown bored of the silence. 

“This isn’t something that I want to cause any changes between us, and at the end of the day nothing has to happen.” Everyone’s eyes shift to look at the witch, but hers are shut as she keeps her head down. “I know that technically we opened our dynamic to you, not the other way around, and that it doesn’t mean you are open to anything else. I just…” 

You can almost see the chaos sparking off of her as she starts panicking, and you can see Kate sit up straighter. It’s the first time in a very long time that she’s starting to lose control, and you know that you have to do something, to settle the emotions within her. It’s simple, your hand on hers, but effective as her muscles start to relax. Everyone else in the room almost breathes a sigh of relief but not you, breath stuck in your throat as you wait for the witch to say what she needed to in front of the archer. 

It takes a few minutes for her to start speaking again, but when she does it’s rushed and the accent that she works so hard to conceal comes back in full force. “I love hračka. It isn’t the normal love that I think everyone always thought I had for them, but I’m in love with them. I know your relationship isn’t technically open, and I’m sorry that this is a thing that is even happening. I know that I broke multiple boundaries and at this point it is completely up to you two what you want.” 

Finally Wanda looks up, eye flickering between the two of you but ultimately lands on Kate. The archer almost zones out, a blank look on her face before she starts laughing. It’s light and it makes you roll your eyes, the girl can only stay serious for so long. “Wanda, I know.” 

The look of bewilderment on the witch’s face makes the rest of you break out in laughter as well, she’s stuttering and just speechless. “Look, you can’t look at someone like you look at them and not be in love with them.” Kate finally stops laughing, a soft smile on her face as she reaches out to poke playfully at the witch. “I for a long time would watch the way you talk to her, and look at her and think you were absolutely nuts for not falling in love. I thought it was absolutely insane that you hadn’t tried to become something more because I could tell almost from the beginning that you felt more than just ownership over them. When you look at them, I see what I feel and I knew that that could be dangerous. I knew that maybe when you figured out your feelings that it could mean the downfall of our relationship, but I don’t think that it has to.” 

The two of them stare at each as the younger brunette’s voice dies out. You aren’t sure what the two are waiting for, and for once you aren’t sure how to help. Thankfully Wanda breaks the silence quickly, a soft smile on her face as she reaches out to cup the archer’s cheek. 

Her thumb is rubbing along the blush that has made its way to her cheeks, “I want you to take some time kríženec. Now that I’ve said it, mull over it. Think about it, both of you. Talk about it, and see where you both would be comfortable. We’ll go from there okay?” She waits for both of you to nod before she settles back into her seat again. 

Blinking and watching as Kate giggles to herself a little, you finally bring up the next topic. “Is…that all you guys wanted to talk about?” You can’t help the apprehension in your voice, noticing how tense Nat is in the corner. 

A pointed cough shakes you as Wanda glares at the ginger, who just sighs and deverts her eyes. “Kate, I want to talk about everything.” 

“...Everything?” The young brunette has wide eyes, her mouth slightly hanging open as she just stares at the older woman. 

Natasha nods slowly, trying to roll her shoulders and prepare herself for everything that she needs to say. “I’ve been..dancing around this for months and I know that it’s caused a lot of issues but I want to say that it had nothing to do with you.”

Wanda can’t help the scoff that leaves her mouth, a fleeting interruption. “Okay.” 

Deciding to ignore the jab, the widow carries on. “I get it, that’s something a lot of people say and don’t mean but I mean it. I’ve been struggling a lot with my own emotions far before you were brave enough and strong enough to open up to Wanda and myself. I took that frustration out on you and that wasn’t fair. Seeing a weakness I thought that it was an easy way out, and honestly it might be one of the worst things I’ve ever done in my life.” 

You can already see the tears building up in the ocean eyes from where you are curled up, muscles tensing as you prepare yourself to comfort her. 

“I was mad. Mad that someone could get away with that with no real punishment. I was mad that someone touched you like that and I couldn’t do anything about it. I even tried but I knew that it wasn’t something I had the right to do without you telling me that you wanted me to, so I stopped. I just think I was so focused on the anger side that I forgot that there were other things that mattered.” Her hand halfway raises, almost reaching out to touch the archer before it falls back into her lap. “I let the easiest of emotions run rampant and then I tried to fix it with ridiculous Christmas gifts. That honestly was one of the worst things I’ve done, treating you like a little kid who doesn’t understand what I was doing or someone that could be swayed with shiny new things. I know you’re more than that. You mean more than that to me.” 

Kate’s breath hitches, warmth running through her as the person that she’s been the most afraid of for the past few months finally comes to light. She had begun to truly believe that she had messed everything up, and made the ginger disgusted with her. 

“I just want to apologize. I’m sorry. I know that those words mean nothing at the end of the day, but I will work on it. I will do whatever it takes for you to build that trust and belief in me again.” 

It almost feels weird as you watch the two talk this way. While they were always together for training, both in the dynamic and for the Avengers, this was different. Emotions were always a different type of feeling when scenes and headspaces were talked about, or even when you were just spending time getting to know each other. The way they were right now felt intense, but almost like it was missing something. 

The ginger is quick to clarify everything, her words are rushed and you’re surprised that she hasn’t switched languages yet. “I’m not asking for your forgiveness, but I will work for it. I will show you everything I have, and everything I bring for you, only then will I accept you saying that I deserve for you to accept my apology.” 

Kate is opening and closing her mouth, a slow but steady stream of tears running down her face. She’s laughing at herself, rolling her eyes at her inability to speak. You can see her frustration and anger at herself, the girl never liking when her emotions controlled her entire body. She hated losing control, a thing that only happened in a safe space. 

“You don’t have to talk, дворняга.” Wanda’s voice makes the archer’s head snap over to her. “If you aren’t ready to talk yet, that’s okay. It’s all about your own timing.” The older brunette’s words calm your girlfriend down almost immediately, and you can see her start to relax in her spot. 

Natasha’s head is nodding furiously, agreeing with the witch. “Yes, please take your time. I took mine and I shouldn’t have. You more than deserve to take as much time as you need to figure out everything, and even more to decide if you want to forgive me.” 

The CEO slowly nods her head, pulling her legs up onto her seat so that she can comfortably sit. Her silence effectively ends the conversation, and slowly over the next few hours the four of you go your separate ways. It’s soft and has the illusion of normal, as you kiss each other goodbye mumbling out what time you would be home and where you were going. Responsibilities never end, even as your world was working to build itself back up, and that was something that may have just actually saved the four of you more than you would realize. 

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Wanda pulls away, a concerned look on her face but Kate just shakes her head and pulls her back. There’s no pleading, and no power, just a kiss to confirm that the younger girl wants this. It’s been a little bit since the four of you were together as a full group, and you knew that the archer had been working back up to this. Personally you thought it was too soon, the same concern echoed the first time she had begged you to touch her just days after everything, barely three months after everything but she just wanted to feel something else. You couldn’t fight her, wanting her to have anything that would help her feel comfortable and safe; anything to quiet the screaming voices in her head. 

Sitting between Natasha’s legs as you watch, your body leaning fully on hers as her mouth works against your neck. You are more worried about Kate though, eyes glued to her form watching for any sign of discomfort. “Toy, she came to us. If she wants this, and she did pass all three of our tests then maybe it’s time to let her do what she wants? The doctors medically cleared her.” The ginger’s voice is soft, spoken against the back of your neck. 

You want to agree, want to let your mind go blank and listen to her as you always do but you can’t. Unknown knowledge lingers in your mind and it skews your opinion drastically, but you nod anyway. 

The archer is kneeling, a thing that takes you by surprise for a moment, but a soft smile pulls at your lips when you see Wanda slip to her knees in front of her. You can’t quite hear what she says as she leans her forehead against the younger girl’s, waiting until she physically nods to let her magic wrap around her throat. A bright scarlet collar appearing as the mist fades out, a gold accented leash dangling from the D-Ring.  

Sharp nails scratching down your torso pull your attention back to the ginger, a faint stinging pain on your neck where you know her bite mark is prominent. “You ready to play девочка?” Her question is rhetorical at this point as the chaos that your crave engulfs your body and lifts you into the air, it’s moving you around and stripping you. A sense of roughness even in the gentle nature of the day, it’s nice and it’s exactly what you needed to start feeling the fog fill your brain. 

When your knees hit the wooden floor, slight sting makes you flinch, fingers almost immediately tangle in your hair. Pushing you downwards, your face coming to rest against the legs and your ass in the air. Wriggling excitedly, you can’t help but realize what’s happening. It’s a moment that you wished would come, and even with your reservations, this was the best of every scenario you could have thought of. You wait, with bated breath, for permission and when the fingers leave your hair with a sharp snap you rush forward. 

Lips immediately trailing along the legs, forehead affectionately rubbing when you need to breathe. You can hear movement around you, two people prepping and finding different things but all you cared about is how Kate’s quiet whimpers when you kiss along her thighs. Worshiping your girlfriend was always something you wanted to do, spend time just kissing and loving all over her, but even the most cocky of archers struggle with such attention. 

Hands on your hips make you jump, whining as they pull you back a little. You try to push your face forward, get your lips back onto smooth porcelain skin but you’re just out of reach. Natasha shushes you, pulling your body to mold against her. “I know you want to love your little mutt, but you have to pay attention to the rest of us, dove.” 

Grinding back, you happily feel the bulge that you’ve been craving. A tap on your forehead makes you look up, permission to raise your gaze to see Wanda makes your breath catch in your throat. For the first time in five years you see scarlet instead of emerald and it sinks deeply into your soul, a look that you’ll lust after for the rest of your life. “Don’t you want to please Mommy, Little One?” Her voice is so sweet, dripping with honey as the magic swirls around the shining rings on her fingers. It’s mystical and you can’t look away, shaking your head slowly almost as if you were in a daze. 

You can see her sadistic smirk, something that only shows up when she gets exactly what she wants from the trap she plants. Her thumb rubs along your bottom lip, watching as your eyes fog over and unfocus. Just as it did from the very beginning her voice, that name, is all it takes for you to slip under the warm mist in your brain; submerging comfortably knowing that everything will be alright. 

Even as your head slips, emptying quickly under the ministrations of the witch, you hand flails at your side searching. When your fingers hit soft skin, digging into the flexing abs, you begin to calm down knowing that your girlfriend is at your side. Sucking on the thumb pushing past your lips, settles your brain even more and you know the worry that you had is disappearing as well. 

The thing about soft moments like this is that you never really know how to react. Soft sex was common between you and Kate, the latter loving spending time spoiling you and just making sure you knew how much you were cherished. Natasha would sometimes be more gentle with you, but even then she was usually still throwing you around a good bit. Sweet times with Wanda were far and few in between, especially during sex. The witch preferred to take what she wanted, and give regardless of what you wanted. You knew that anytime things got too soft that the Sokovian would take a step back, usually to guide and watch instead but you weren’t sure if you wanted that today. 

You’re being pulled backwards, the burn as your skin is dragged against the waxed wood pulls a pathetic whimper from your throat but no one seems to care. Natasha's arms wrap around you and you’re suddenly up right. Your back against your front, her strap lazily thrusting between your thighs is a tease. Even as the whine tears through your gritted teeth, your blurry vision on your girlfriend. She has Wanda pinned against the wall, the two making out and for the first time it’s almost as though there is no real power difference. 

The two of them are desperately groping at once another, hands trailing along each other’s bodies as Kate’s mouth moves down the witch’s neck. You want to go and touch them, but the ginger’s grip on you keeps you in your spot. “Nuh uh pretty toy, you’re going to stay right here. Cockwarming me and watching your precious puppy fuck your mommy. Is that what you want to see?” 

The way “Puppy” falls from the assassin’s lips makes you whine loudly, the effect immediately as you feel yourself clenching around nothing. The arousal spreads across your body like a wildfire, a burn so quick that it almost is too much. You weren’t quite aware of how wet you were before, more focused on trying to keep the peace and serenity but you were no match for any of your owners. Squirming in Natasha’s hold, you aren’t even sure what you are searching for right now. 

Shushing you, the older woman pulls you back to fall into her lap, letting you mindlessly grind on her strap as she watches the other two. “Whenever you’re ready detka, you have all the power right now. Your Mommy is waiting for you to be filled until she tells the mutt to fuck her.” Her voice is soft, almost mumbled against your throat as she marks you even more. 

Your eyes are glued to the way Kate’s hand moves between the witch’s thigh, her teeth sinking into her collarbone over and over again. Even if it looks like the archer is in control you can see the way Wanda moves with her, directing her where she wants her. The rings tangled in the raven hair dragging her head across her own body, tightening whenever she bites too hard. The scene in front of you is intoxicating and you almost feel delirious as you finally start sinking down on the strap being pushed into you, a high pitched whine clawing its way there your teeth. 

The witch opens her eyes, the forest encased in night time as she watches your body stretch to take the ginger’s strap. Nodding she shoves Kate off of her, coming to kneel on the bed in front of you. She smiles, entirely too sweet, as she comes close to you. “Look at you, sweet little toy, all stretched out on your Daddy’s cock. I bet you feel so full right now, so wet dripping around her.” She barely makes a clicking sound, a quick indication to the young Avenger behind her. “Are you ready for your show, little one?” She barely waits for you to nod, the feeling of the archer rubbing her strap through her wet folds too enticing. 

You’re all too distracted, watching Wanda’s lips move as she speaks to you. You want nothing more than to kiss her, but your eyes go wide when her mouth drops open. A breathy moan tumbling from her o shaped mouth, and your mind catches up when you see Kate thrusting behind her. Struggling in Natasha’s lap, you want to push forward and kiss her but the ginger tightens her hold on you. “Nuh uh, you get to sit there and leak all over my strap while your Mommy gets fucked. Isn’t she so pretty, why don’t you open those legs a little bit and give her something to look at while your Mutt does all the work?” 

The way your mind swims should be enough for you to realize that you were too far gone to remember any of this later, but you were practically praying to any deity that would listen to let you dream about it every night. Watching how the archer ruts into the witch is making you drool, the coil in your stomach starts tightening each time you subconsciously clench around the strap stuffed inside you. Natasha is forcing your legs open, rose flush rushing up your neck at how exposed you are. 

Wanda’s voice is strong, though it cracks with each rough thrust from Kate. “Look at your pretty little cunt, all puffy and stretched around your Daddy’s cock.” Even as her eyes start to roll, a detail that Natasha takes note of irritably, the witch exudes haughtiness. A trait that you derisively find sexy, something that on most people you hate. 

Her moans are getting louder and with a shaky hand Wanda reaches out to you, swiping her thumb over your neglected clit she chuckles at how your hips jump. Dipping her finger into the wetness coating your thigh, she sucks it into her mouth and dramatically moans. It shouldn’t make you whine, but you can’t help yourself. You want to be the one who is sucking on her fingers, but when she reaches down to tilt your head up you wiggle excitedly. Wanda’s lips barely graze yours when her forehead falls forward, bonking into yours as her body tenses. 

Kate’s giggles, a sound too high pitched and almost innocent, as she watches the witch tighten around her and her wetness gush. She’s made the older brunette cum before but this, this way has given her so much confidence and she can watch as her entire back arches. 

By the time the archer pulls out of Wanda, scrambling to clean up so that she can continue, you’re squirming and begging Natasha to touch you. The ginger is almost bored, scrolling through her phone as Wanda pulls herself up to sit against the headboard of the bed. She’s slipping her legs open, a smirk tugging at her lips when she sees she’s caught your attention again. “I know you want to taste, little one, but you haven’t earned it yet.” 

Kate comes into your view, blocking where the witch is, but your mouth drops open instinctively as her strap slaps against your cheek. She hums and lets you suck on it as you want, “You’re so pretty baby, filled and still so desperate for cock. Maybe you should beg your Daddy to make you cum, think you can do that?” 

Her voice is so sweet, and light, a taunting tone following up and making you nod as you stare up at her. Tangling her fingers in your hair, pushing you forward just enough for you to gag before letting you go. “Cmon chew toy, I don’t hear you asking for anything.” The more she slowly thrusts into your mouth, the more the muffled begging gets lost and it makes all three of them laugh at you. 

Taking pity on you, Natasha drops her phone and finally grips your hips with both hands. Starting to move you, bouncing slowly, the ginger meets each movement with a small snap of her own hips. Already struggling to move, she rolls her eyes knowing that you were entirely too worked up for teasing or edging. “You know, I thought this was going to be a nice long little session toy but you’re already tight and dripping all over me. Making such a big mess for someone who wants to be used all night long.” 

Your pathetic whining just makes both the assassin and the archer snort at you, and you’re trying to shake your head. You don’t want to cum so quickly, the coil in your stomach is tight and the arousal is overloading your brain. This wasn’t what you were trained for, you could handle teasing and could go for hours. Your brain is too foggy and you just mumble around the strap fucking your throat, eyes fluttering shut as you try to ward off the orgasm that is rapidly being shoved your way. 

Each time the ginger snaps her hips into yours, you can feel yourself being pushed closer and closer to the edge but it isn’t her movements that make you lose control. Years of training and practice have caused you to be prideful in how well you could take whatever the two oldest women give you, but when Kate pulls out of your mouth to kneel in front of you something changes. The butterflies in your stomach start flying, fluttering around, as she reaches to wrap her hand around your throat. It’s tight and warm, but grounding as she pulls your face forward just enough to kiss you softly. A whispered declaration of love melting against your lips, and that’s all it takes for you to tumble over the edge clumsily; every ounce of control obliterated. 

You’re being laid out on the bed by the time you open your eyes again, the fog in your mind trying to to drag you back under. Wanda leans over you, a gentle smile on her face as she cups your cheek. “Did your puppy’s pretty words get to you, Мой красивый ангел?” She chuckles as she watches you nod, slapping your cheek gently to wake you up. “Stay awake a bit longer, little one. We aren’t quite done with you yet.” She pushes your chin so that you look over to where Natasha is straddling Kate, grinding on her thigh as the archer sucks on her neck. 

Whining you try to get up but scarlet mist wraps around you and drags you back, you settle your body into hers. A comfort that sinks deep into your bones as she wraps her arms around you, her head falling to your shoulder as she watches the two with you. “Our Pup has just too much energy, my toy, we gotta give her some toys to play with huh?” 

Hearing the sentence, something you had wished to hear for over a year now causes your entire body to turn a faint maroon color. It’s dark as it spreads across your torso and Wanda leaves a gentle kiss on your shoulder, a loving smile spreading across her face. Everything isn’t okay in the world, and maybe it never would be, but right now this is what you begged for every single night. It’s different, and it makes your mind swirl more aggressively than you ever felt. “I’m pretty glad you brought her home to us, the best puppy that we could have ever even dreamt of my little one. Thank you.” 

You know the night is nowhere near the end, but watching as the ginger and the archer roll around is something you would pause the entire world for. Giggles as the assassin calms down from her high, you see the two come together. Closing your eyes, you let the warmth of the witch pull you back under your fog. The worries of any issues would be for another day, instead you focus on the happiness of all your favorite people being truly home for the first time.

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Shivers rack your body as you curl up in on yourself more, wrapping the blanket tighter around your shoulders. The cold is almost leaking from the window you’re sitting next to, thin glass the only thing separating you and the piles of pillowy snow. It’s almost like winter is staying around just because of everything happening, and it makes you a bit sad. Spring is about new beginnings but the four of you, even now, seem to be dragging your feet. 

“Shouldn’t you be asleep right now, silly girl?” Kate’s hand nudges you as she finishes slipping a hoodie on, her voice soft and sleep filled. 

Even if you weren’t necessarily happy with how she is handling things, you can’t help how your eyes shine when you see her lazy smile. “I could say the same to you, weren’t you just snoring your life away not even ten minutes ago?” Your heart flutters when she rolls her eyes at you, pouting dramatically as she flops down and wraps her arms around you.  

The silence settles on the two of you comfortably, curling around you as you two melt into each other. It’s an easy thing to do with her, get lost in thought when you are in the safety of one another. 

Kate leaves a few kisses on your forehead before letting her own lean gently against your temple, a shaky but almost relieved breath soft against your cheek. “You know, the world seems so big right now.”  

“For such a little pup?” It’s light and teasing, and your heart stutters when you see Kate bashfully turn her head. 

You reach up, gently touching her chin to turn her head back towards you. Before you even get to say something, the archer leans over and steals a quick kiss. “I just…it feels real now? Not trying to say this entire thing felt fake or anything before but something changed tonight.” 

Nodding along, you stay silent; emotion strangling you into submission. A violent storm brews within you, anxiety and fear trying to keep you under water. You hate this shaky feeling, thinking the worst of the worse but you can’t help it. The early morning wasn’t supposed to go like this, not when your girlfriend stumbled out of bed over to you, but instead you can’t help where your brain goes as per usual. The darkness always finds home within you and some days it’s harder to hide it than others, but you almost wish you could always hide it from the archer. She was too perfect, and you wanted to protect her from all the wicked gloom in the world; even if that meant from you. 

Kate sighs, knowing that you’re falling into the hole in your head. Trying to pull you back, explain herself and somehow create a new beginning for everyone. “I know it isn’t going to fix everything, or whatever issues everyone has, but it sort of feels like it’s at least all out on the table. Doesn’t it?” Ocean eyes raise to meet yours, hopeful and it crushes you to not agree. “What…what’s wrong?” 

“Something still feels off, something they aren’t telling us. Maybe it’s me and I’m just overthinking, but for whatever reason I feel like…” You pause, nervous to voice your absurd thoughts but when the archer’s calloused thumb rubs along your shin you take a deep breath. “I’m here for foundation, and glue, but what now? I’m thrilled that my favorite people are at least open to get along, and to learning each other in a better way but what happens when my primary job isn’t needed anymore?” 

You hate how young you sound, barely even being able to put together an intelligent sentence. The women around you could say the biggest words, most professional sounding things even when their anger blinds them but you could barely say your own emotions without feeling like crying. 

The brunette blinks at you, processing your words slowly. Her gaze wanders back out the window as she takes her time to think her next words through. “I never looked at you like the foundation. I may have leaned on you a bit, and maybe even hid behind you during some really emotional moments but I never wanted to put you in a situation like that. If I did, I deeply apologize. I would never want to do that to you, and thinking about it I can see times when I might have pushed how much I leaned on you. Making you become the center of the world, a have all or have none situation was not my intent. I will work on changing that, truly. I want you to know that growing and becoming what you need is all I care about, if that means I’m not what anyone else wants then I’ll learn to live with that.” Even when the girl tries to put her deepest thoughts into a well put together speech, she still somehow rambles and she knows it from the slight rose color making its way up her neck. 

The need to interrupt Kate is strong, guilt as you realize you pushed your insecurities on her. She never really made you feel like that, at least not a distinct moment. These feelings mostly are just in your head, but you’re struggling to breath and all you can do is nod. The thoughts in your head were fear, fear of losing Kate and the relationship you built because of a dynamic that you were the foundation for. 

She reaches up, a sullen sigh falling from her lips when you flinch, but it doesn’t deter her from gently turning your head. The knowing look in her eyes makes your own fill with tears. “I know you’re in your head, baby, but I love you. We’re two different people and we are trying to merge lives, but I will do anything and everything I can to make sure that your time with me isn’t too stressful. I aim to be a place of happiness and warmth for you, a place where you feel at home and safe. I want to be a place for you to rest, not a place for your brain to be overactive and horrible to you. I understand that I can’t prevent everything, nor can I shield you from life but what I can do is choose you every single day. Each moment that I am awake or asleep, busy or lounging, you are the one I pick. Sweet thing, everything about you is all I need and want. I will choose you, and your happiness, over everything. I love you now, then and forever….” 

You know she’s waiting for you to finish what she said, a tradition that started over a year ago, but something stops you. It’s almost like she knew that nothing you actually said out loud was the issue, seeing right past forcing your issues onto her and instead seeing the real fear underneath it all. The last pet name she used is one that you know she only uses in special moments, a thing that strikes deeper into your heart more than anything else. Staring up at her, you can’t even think of a response; at least not one worthy of her speech. This girl has truly changed your life, and you don’t care if your entire life is ruined as long as she is there. You know with her that the two of you will always find a way out of whatever issue you may find yourselves in. 

Tugging her forward, you practically sob into the kiss. Her lips molding against yours, taking over quickly when you can barely focus. It doesn’t last long, when she realizes you’ve fallen into giggling. Kate rolls her eyes good-naturedly, waiting for the inevitable. You wish you weren’t so predictable but your girlfriend doesn’t even flinch when your teeth sink into her shoulder. 

“I love you, pup.” 

“I love you too, brat.”

���Now, then, and forever.” 

“Evermore.” 

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[kitmoas]

Now, then, and Forever/

Summary: Sometimes you have to dig through the ashes

Word Count: about 10k

Warnings: ANGST (vague/brief mentions of Sexual Assault, Death, Suicide, and Self Harm), Fighting and Avenger work, and then verbal fights

*As always, let me know if I missed anything important*

A/N: This is the first part of the TGU6: Season 1 Finale! As you guys voted for, the finale is separated into two halves. Part 2 will be posted tomorrow around the same time!! ALSO there might be so many mistakes and I suck so I do be sorry my loves

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Training Grounds Master List

“It isn’t something I’m used to, you know?” The sun shines brightly against the shiny skyscrapers all around the two, rays hitting cars’ mirrors far below them as they take a snack break in between civilian tasks. 

The boy nods, a barely there sigh as he waits for what comes next. He knows every line, and knows the troubles. It wasn’t something that made him happy, and sometimes he wishes that his best friend never met her girlfriend. He hates the thought, the two were basically perfect together but with the beloved princess came two people that he believed would be the archer’s downfall one way or another. 

“I love her…but I know I’m going to lose her one day. I’m not the person that people keep around and I get that, I’m tainted and not good.” Even though the brunette has said these words hundreds of times, it still gets stuck in her throat. 

Peter sighs, trying to gather the strength to not get angry. He’s not mad at anyone in particular, he hates being angry, but the frustration he feels by this entire situation is getting to be too much. The young boy doesn’t know too much about relationships, only really being with MJ, but he does know that the four of them need to figure out what is going on before it destroys them all. “Kate..you know I don’t believe that and neither does she.” 

The young brunette shakes her head, pulling her legs up so they no longer dangle over the edge. Wrapping her arms around her knees, leaning her forehead against her arms, making her look even younger than she is. 

Peter raises his hand, hesitant and hanging in the air near his best friend’s shoulder before he lets it fall back to his side. He can’t push too much, knowing the girl would immediately retract into herself and hide all of her emotions. 

“I’ve done everything, anything I could. I just wanted them to love me. I want them to look at me like the books, you know? I get it’s not up to them, it isn’t their job but sometimes I just want to be good enough just..being me.” The way she speaks is frantic, fast and almost out of it. It’s almost as if she’s not even there, just a mindless rattling of her thoughts. 

“I don’t want to say it again, but at this point I’m going to. It feels like that saying, don’t meet your heroes and that sucks but Kate you are not being treated correctly by them. Your girl shouldn’t be letting them treat you this way either, and no matter how amazing she is that doesn’t give her a pass to let others treat you like shit.” The young man isn’t sure why he decided to signal you out, but he did. Trying to shrug off the guilt, he stays head strong in his statement. 

“Clint turned out fine.” Kate’s voice is small, an attempt at her know-it-all mask. It’s a pitiful effort, they both know that but neither point it out. 

Closing his eyes, the grip on his soda tightens just a little and cracks the glass slightly before he takes a deep calming breath. “Well.. maybe that’s because you didn’t start dating his wife?” 

Kate’s head snaps up, wide eyes as she shakes her head adamantly. “I didn’t do anything wrong, Wanda and Natasha gave her permission to go out and be single while they were gone. It isn’t my fault really that they wanted to keep me around after. I didn’t…I-” Her voice dies out as she starts shaking, her head falling back to lean against her knees as she tries to reign in the beginnings of a panic attack. 

The boy sighs, trying to back track immediately. He didn’t want to make her panic or freak out, just point out a basic difference between the two. “Just because you didn’t mean for it to happen, and just because they kept you around, doesn’t mean that you get to be treated like this or that they expected everything to end up like this. Maybe something else happened and now they aren’t sure where the dynamic is?” Slowly speaking, trying to bring focus back to the normal way these conversations go, Peter lets himself watch a few kids play below them on the sidewalk as he waits for a response. 

Kate lifts her head slowly, a confused expression painted across her face as she turns to look at the boy. Her mouth falls open a few times, eyebrows furrowing as she tries to collect her thoughts. A noise of skepticism tumbles from her lips, making her flinch at herself and how pathetic she sounded. 

“You’re telling me that you haven’t noticed anything different? Things haven’t evolved in the year or so that you became part of this dynamic? Even if that evolution isn’t something that you want, it needs to be dealt with before it drags you all down.” He turns to her now, a gentle look on his face as he finally notices she’s calmed down and seemingly back to her fix-it mentality. 

Ocean eyes squint, a teasing look soaring across her face when a mischievous smirk pulls at her lips. “When did you become so smart? You’re a child.” 

He rolls his eyes, running his hand through his messy curls. “Being with MJ has pushed me to learn about things and how to read her emotions.” Trying to push off the real foundation he found, a mentor who has been helping him be a better man for his girlfriend. 

The archer sees right through it, snorting as she mocks her best friend. “You’ve been hanging out with Scott and Hope haven’t you?”

He’s laughing, nodding as he shoves Kate away from him. The two taunt and joke with each for a while, giggling and gossiping like normal teenagers as they watch birds and planes fly by. 

Ringing interrupts the moment, the two of them laughing even harder when the jarring noise almost makes Peter fall off the ledge. 

“If you two are done doing whatever it is that you happen to be doing, I have a mission for you.” The static filled Stark voice almost echoes at the height the two are, bouncing off the glass and muffling against the brick. 

Struggling to contain the giggles, the young boy straightens even though his mentor cannot see him. “Yes Mr. Stark sir, we are ready.” 

Scoffing, the billionaire’s sarcastic smirk can almost be heard as he attempts to hum professionally. “Good, don’t disappoint. The information has been sent to both of your HUDs. I’ll see you both soon.” 

The two of them chug back their drinks, smiles bright as they stand and quickly stretch their legs. Peter’s mask materializes around his head, eyes blinking as he readjusts to the ability to focus. He looks around as Kate’s new suit bleeds out from the shooting glove on her left hand, a mix of nanotech and Uru. The two still can’t believe the suit that was gifted to the CEO, something that must have taken not only a trip into space but months to build. Purple and black in color, shiny as it glows from the magic within its molecules, the suit practically melts against her skin before dark purple glasses slip around her head. 

Kate’s eyes blink frantically, working to quickly adjust to the blinking information that shows up about everything around her; a smirk spreads along her face before she jumps off the ledge. “Race you there!” 

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“Do you think it was a mistake?” The sentence made you freeze, alcohol blurring your vision and sugar rushing your veins. It wasn’t sudden, you knew that your brother and best friend had been walking on eggshells to not bring up the situation that you’re in but you weren’t ready for such a blunt question. A toe dipping into the endless abyss of water, just a touch to see the temperature, was expected even welcomed because you knew you needed to talk about it. You should have known better. You never seemed to get what you thought you needed—no, instead you were handed what the world believed you would benefit from. 

Unsure of where to even begin to answer, you slowly look away from the screen to where the other two sit huddled together. Taking a deep breath you try to settle the sinking feeling in your stomach, the sting of bile crawling its way up your throat at the thought of them asking if one of the three people you love were a blunder. “A mistake?” Your voice is shaky, cracking embarrassingly, bringing a vexed maroon across your face. Something you always hated about yourself was your inability to hide your emotions, your mask only lasting long enough for you to flee judgemental eyes before crumbling into pieces at your feet. 

With each movement, awkward and robotic, crinkling of candy wrappers and snaps of pretzel sticks fill the room. No one really knows where to go with the conversation now, the threat of a full blown fight just a few wrong words away. 

It’s the blonde who gains the courage to speak up first, hesitant with each word nonetheless. “It…we are not saying that you need to end but you do not think this is getting out of control?” 

You are instantly defensive, not wanting to admit to the state of your dynamic. It wasn’t something you were proud of, hiding in the good moments to distract yourself from the bad. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” 

“Oh now, we all know that is a lie. Do not lie to your best friend.” Yelena settles back into the couch, crossing her arms as she mockingly pouts up at you. She is no longer scared of your outburst, knowing that it’s just a way for you to redirect your own frustration. 

It surprises you when Carson’s voice rings out, strong and confident. Your younger brother is rarely open to confrontation, and it makes the situation you’re in even more serious to you if he is even ready to speak up about it. “Everyone sees it now, even mom and dad are questioning things. You lasted how many years without them even second guessing where you were going, and all that is going to crumble in a couple months.” 

“He isn’t our fucking dad!” Your voice cracks, anger clawing its way up your throat. Glaring at the floor in front of the coffee table, you try to sort through your thoughts quickly but you can’t even decide who you’re actually mad at. 

Carson nods, setting the control on the couch next to him as he sighs. He had thought you would be passively defensive, not outwardly offensive with him but he was wrong. The young boy should have known as soon as he brought up your step-father that things wouldn’t be as smooth for him as they were for the widow next to him. 

Yelena just raises her eyebrow, rolling her eyes as she watches you seethe. “Do not take it out on him, you know that your anger is not at us so take a moment to breathe.” She’s talking almost as if she would to a child, but for some reason it doesn’t make you angry. 

“I don’t know anymore. Okay? Is that what you guys want to hear? I don’t fucking know anymore. Everything is falling apart and everyone is so angry all the time. My life is crumbling, every single thing I thought I knew is breaking. Everything is so tense and I don’t know how to deal with it! I didn’t sign up to keep the entire world together! Okay? I didn’t want this! I am not the one in charge! I signed up to be able to give and do, and become a person that eases the tension in a relationship by just existing as I am. I didn’t sign up to be a smart issue fixer. I sound like a fucking idiot, I can’t fix anything! I couldn’t even save dad, how does anyone expect me to save them? How does anyone expect me to fix things? 

The two watch as you stand up, screaming into the room. It doesn’t scare them but the louder you get the more that your younger brother flinches. The blonde agent just sits there, legs crossed as she watches you break down. No matter how much either of them want to reach out to you, Yelena knows better. The moment you realize that you are still in a room with people you’ll dart, flight kicking in as the fight in you sizzles out. 

She knows you need this, a moment to feel the pain that you have been bottling up for months now. Everything in your body and mind mixes, memories being dragged into your current world to try and make sense of something that you feel like you lost control of. As much as it pains both of them to sit there and do nothing while you crumble in front of them, they know it’s the best thing for you. 

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“The world won’t understand who you are and what you want, but that isn’t something that should cause you to fight this.” The airy, echoey voice grates along the inside of the brunette’s head. Annoyance sinking into her body the moment the conversation diverts to the topic she had been avoiding. She didn’t want to hear another lecture about the future, instead she wanted to be trained like they had agreed upon. 

Wanda sighs, frustration seeping out of her body. She wants to reach out and strangle them but she knows that it would be futile. They aren’t there saying these things out of spite or ill intent, but as knowledge. “What if I want to fight it? What if this isn’t what I want?” 

It’s like they loved to mock the Avenger, snickering at her as she explained her feelings before shooting down every single thing she wanted. “You don’t really get to decide that Wanda, this isn’t something you can just get rid of. It’s your destiny.” The wide smile on their face boils the witch’s blood, wanting to simply speak it out of existence. 

“This doesn’t fit into my plans.” The witch could feel the steel stubborn bricks building in her stomach, something that her parents used to say she had when she was younger. It was always an issue of hers, anytime she wanted something and didn’t feel like she should budge she dug her feet in and built steel bricks. 

Wanda watches as they roll their eyes, taunting her as they lazily inspect their nails. “Losing Pietro and your parents didn’t fit into the plan. Losing your home didn’t fit into the plan. Being taken to this country and forced to fight for a side you never believed in that didn’t fit in the plan.” If the Sokovian could, she would strangle the arrogance out of them; absolutely fuming at the mention of everything she has lost in her life. “This..this fits into the plan more than you could ever believe and you need to trust the prophecy.” 

A sarcastic scoff tears through the brunette’s teeth before she can stop it, eyes twitching as she works to keep the connection between the two of them through her annoyance. Regardless of how much she despised what she was being told, she knew that she needed to hear it. Preparation was needed, and this was the way she would find it. “Until I once again lose everything that I love because of a foolish prophecy. I have finally built a life that I’m happy with, am surrounded by people who love me for who I am. Is that not the real plan? Is that not what I wanted forever?” 

The feeling of a cold finger tilting her head up makes Wanda’s skin crawl, the urge to break the digit off is strong but she resists. A feigned sympathetic look spreads across their face as they coo at the witch. It’s almost believable, but the younger brunette is smarter. She knows they don’t actually care about her, using her to make sure they are safe and able to mold her as needed. This is a strategic survival plan, but she has no other option than to play into it.  “Think bigger sweetheart, love is an Earthly thing. You were destined for more than just this planet.”

Wanda sighs, her face scrunching when she feels her magic surge; begging to break free.  “Maybe it’s you that was destined for more. I want to spend the rest of my time doing exactly what I’ve been doing. Nothing less and nothing more.” 

“If only you could have control over that, but no one can stop this–not even you.” The witch opens her mouth to counteract, complain that if she’s so powerful then why can’t she do something. “No, there’s things out there that even we cannot control and that’s something that we both need to learn to accept.” Their hand reaches up, petting her brunette hair completely disregarding the tense muscles. It’s entirely too much, almost comedical, as if they were baiting an angry bear. 

Wanda’s eyes snap open, glowing crimson as she loses control. She knows what they meant, a world that would know who she is destined to be will emerge inevitably and she has to be ready to lose it all. It’s knowledge she understands, grasps fully, but it’s something that she will fight until her last dying breath. The world can try to destroy the life she has created, but it will have to demolish her along with it. 

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Watching him pace the floors of his old farm house was always weirdly relaxing to Natasha, knowing that being here meant safety. The two friends tried their hardest to never actually come here unless they knew no one would follow them. “You can’t keep acting like you don’t remember what you were told, it isn’t fair to anyone.” Just like that, it’s less of a safe place for the ginger.  

Pouting the assassin stares up at the archer, trying to guilt him into saying sorry for absolutely nothing. “Stop taking someone else’s side, just because she’s your mentee doesn’t denote the fact that I am supposed to be your best friend.” She sighs when she realizes that it didn’t work, the man immune to even her most basic attempts. 

The tired man rolls his eyes, rubbing at his face as he bends down to pick up some thrown clothes on the ground. “That wasn’t the reason, nor am I taking anyone’s side. I just simply think that this entire situation is getting incredibly out of con–” The rest of his lecture is thankfully cut off as his three children come rushing into the room, the youngest immediately running circles around his name sake. 

The young boy practically becomes a cheetah every time he sees the ginger, excitement making his body vibrate. “Auntie Nat, tell dad that we should get pizza tonight please!” Even as he zooms around his big puppy dog eyes are obvious, and it tugs at the widow’s heart strings knowing she can never say no to him. 

“C’mon Barton, don’t be boring! Give the little gremlins what they want!” The ginger drags the youngest boy back, smiling wide at his screeches. Pulling him to sit in her lap, Nat smiles as she hugs Nate as close as possible. She knows that she needs to come around more as she realizes how much heavier he’s gotten since she last saw him. Pushing away the emotion as the speed of his growth hits her, the Russian focuses on the present. 

The glare shot her way is ignored, subtly flipping off the older man. He stands up straighter, raising his eyebrow as he stares down his best friend. “Just because they’re here doesn’t mean you get out of talking, you know that right?” 

“Are you in trouble Aunt Nat?” Lila’s curious gaze meets the widow’s, and Natasha gulps as she silently curses the young girl’s maturity and sharp social skills. She's too young to be this good at it, but then again so was the widow.

Cooper’s ears perk up at that, the older boy starting to grow into his own and eager for a moment to show off his skills. Even if it is his sister that has picked up the family archery, he has officially started exploring different forms of protection. Taking after another Avenger, the boy has been learning how to fight with shields and weapons made for defense. It's something that his family pokes fun at him for, but he loves it.

The Russian smiles, softening her entire expression as she looks over at the young girl. She needs the conversation to end there, or at least the interest in it from the adolescents in the group. “No sweetie, I’m fine. Your dad just wants to try and get me to talk about things I don’t want to talk about.” 

Clint scoffs, rolling his eyes as he settles into the couch and pulls out a menu. “More like talking to someone about something that you need to talk about.” 

Cooper groans, flopping back onto the recliner. “Dad we aren’t little kids anymore, you can talk about grown up things around us. Well I guess Nate is a baby.” He snickers when he sees the younger boy gasp. 

Darting off of Natasha’s lap, Nate launches himself at his older brother. The two immediately begin to wrestle, tumbling over the back of the chair and rolling around on the wooden floor. Lila rolls her eyes, slipping on her headphones as she tries to ignore the annoyance of the boys. One to always try to act cool around her aunt. 

“Figuring out dinner is difficult Clint, and not everyone can just magically do that.” The ginger crosses her arms, slowly receding into herself as she feels the lecture coming back. 

The old archer chuckles, jotting down notes on what they would be ordering that night, barely paying attention to anything the other is saying. “You act like food is so difficult. It’s not. You look at the options, and you pick the best one. It’s that simple Nat.” He presents his list arrogantly to the woman, wiggling his eyebrow mockingly. 

Huffing, the assassin glares at a scuff on the floor. Refusing to the cocky expression on the other’s face, she denies him another time. “Not when it’s dinner for everyone in the house, not everyone is going to be happy with the same thing everytime.” 

Dropping the notepad down on the side table, Clint leans against his knees as he pushes into Natasha’s personal bubble just slightly. “Stop acting like you’re feeding toddlers, it truly isn’t that hard to feed four adults and make sure they all get at least something that will be good for them. I can easily cook dinner for Laura and our kids, you can cook for your group too.” 

“Why does it fall on us, huh? You and I should get the opportunity to just sit back and wait for dinner to be finished.” Not one to take a challenge lightly, the ginger drops her feet to the ground to level up with Barton. 

Smirking, the archer tilts his head and laughs at the woman. He knows exactly where he trapped her, and he knows that he can use it to his advantage now. “Sometimes you gotta step up Nat.” 

“Step up to what dad? It’s just dinner, stop acting like it’s a mission to cook.” Cooper’s crooked grin as he interrupts the competitive moment makes the Avengers chuckle, a split second of relief in the conversation. 

Standing, and obnoxiously stretching, Clint uses his body to force the ginger to lose balance and fall back into the chair. “Yeah, well your Aunt Nat isn’t really good when she’s the one in charge of dinner. She’s burned the food the past few times, keeps just trying to order food to replace it.” 

Nate's eyes brighten, excitement buzzing through his body as he hears one of his favorite dinner ideas. “Delivery is the best though!” 

Nodding along, the father picks up his phone to prepare to call the pizza shop. Pausing, he leans against the table as he takes the minute to look at four of his favorite people. “It’s amazing and fun, but it doesn’t replace a home cooked meal. Sometimes seeing that effort and love put into something so warm means more than something just bought, or picked out. Dinner, and food in general, is an act of love. It’s a way to show someone you care about them, and some days it’s okay to order something to be delivered. It still shows you care enough to get them food, but that extra effort to take time out of your day to plan and actually cook the food is so much better. The food also almost always tastes better. Love isn’t about the money kids, and neither is food. It’s something that your Aunt Nat needs to learn, and it’s a hard lesson to learn but it’s one that everyone has to go through at some point.” 

As he finally turns away, lifting the phone to his ear and the kids go back to playing, the ginger’s focus drifts out the window. Thoughts of you, Wanda, and lastly Kate bounce about through her mind as she debates her next move. 

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“Are.. you alright kid?” The sympathy in the older man’s voice tugged at your nerves, a tone you know not many hear. 

You take your time to answer, debating if you want to attempt to lie. The urge to brush off your feelings and insecurities is strong, especially when you logically know most of them are false, but you know the soldier next to you would never consciously fib to you. “Maybe everyone’s right.” 

The question is silent, a man of few words as per usual. His head is just barely tilting up towards you, waiting patiently but pushing you in the way he knows you need to. 

Tugging your shirt sleeve down, suddenly hyper aware of everything wrong with you, your stomach flips and gags you slightly. It’s almost like your body is trying to reject opening up, anxiety swarming your nerves and every inch of yourself. “It’s illogical for anything in my life, especially this, to work out. It’s the trend at this point, so why would it change? It doesn’t make sense, and one day I’m going to be forced to choose.” Your voice dies out slowly, your body following as you try to curl up in on yourself. 

Bucky’s rough voice cracks the foundation of the wall you had just begun to build, stopping you in your tracks. “Do those people matter? If you guys make it work then really that’s all that matters?” 

His question makes you think, the first person to not just point out the entire situation going on to you as if you weren’t experiencing it currently. It made you malfunction slightly since you had mentally prepared to defend your life, or maybe to get angry again. Instead you take a breath, letting the one thought that you shove down the most run free for a second. “Maybe, or maybe we’re just being naive. I don’t want to ever be put in a position where I have to choose. I know what my choice would be, at least in theory, but…it would destroy me. I’m not even sure who I would be after that.” 

You watch as he flexes his dark vibranium hand, rubbing at it as if he was cleaning up a smudge. Uncertainty rises in your throat, but he once again lays a heavy hand on your fear. “You’re a fighter, and you have plenty of people that would support you in any way you would need. I would support you in any way you would need.” 

You couldn’t help the small smile that pulls at your lips, the normally stoic man always had a soft side for you. It was something that you found pride in, keeping moments like this close to your heart. The relationship you had with the soldier was something that was incredibly important to you, and you knew that he treasured you.  

The happiness you feel is short lived as you let his statement sink into your mind, letting it get engulfed by the darkness that sits within you. Turning such a beautiful sentiment into another dagger to dig into the wound that you never let heal, only scabbing over for a brief time before you allow it to be ripped back apart by your mind. “I was never meant to make it this far, never meant to save myself. I’ve known that from the beginning. I’ve been playing in overtime, a dangerous game to play.” 

Flashes of nights spent alone, the weight of a loaded pistol in his hand, fill his mind momentarily. Blinking rapidly, the older man tries his hardest to ignore his own memories as his determination to keep you safe overpowers. “You know I disagree with that.” 

Rolling your eyes, you lightly shove him. “Just because you disagree doesn’t mean everyone in the world disagrees.” 

Stuttering, a moment of disbelief filters through the older man’s mind. He spent so many years under the influence of chemicals and other people, but for some reason he was able to make it through. Not necessarily the best mentally, Bucky survived and is now the happiest he has ever been. He wants to help you, wants to ease your tension and fears but how can he help someone whose brain is miraculously even darker than his. 

“Sometimes I feel like the world would end if I didn’t exist, which is really ironic for someone that wanted to die most of their life. I don’t understand living, or joy in the daily world. I never did. Even as a kid I romanticized death and ceasing to exist, it seemed peaceful and ideal. It wasn’t because I thought I couldn’t handle responsibilities or anything, at least that wasn’t why back then, but because I thought that was like my destiny. Ultimately death is everyone’s, in theory eventually, but for me it always felt like I was bound for an early untimely demise ” Chuckling, you can’t help but flourish your words at the idea that played in your head almost daily for most of your life. For you death was only scary when it wasn’t your own, instead you would greet it with open arms for yourself but it simply seemed to never want to welcome you back. 

You never thought it was dark, or sad, just the way your life went. The mindset you had didn’t please most people, and you try your hardest to ignore those thoughts as much as possible but it isn’t always easy. As of lately, with everything going on, the world around you no longer is loud enough to drown out your deepest dark romantic thoughts. Instead it sang its grim melody, luring you back into its grasp. “Keeping everything together, things are falling through the cracks and I don’t have all the information. I can’t be the glue anymore when I can’t even keep myself together.” 

Bucky eyes flicker around, trying to think of how to answer everything that he had just heard. He knows that you don’t want to hear anything about death, your mind has been made up for years now, so instead he focuses on something he may be able to help with. “Are you the glue because your dynamic falls solely on you and your involvement or because whatever is happening right now is forcing you to believe that you’re the only thing keeping everyone involved in the relationship?” 

Your mouth opens and closes, jaw tense as you stew on the words Bucky said. It wasn’t something you ever wanted to think about, a flaw within the dynamic that ultimately fulfilled all your dreams. While you know that most people believe that you saved Wanda and Natasha’s relationship, you don’t like to think that. They would have survived, and thrived on their own, but you do know that you brought a steadiness that they were not used to. Many say that you saved Kate, but in all reality you believe that the two of you saved yourselves to end up together. You didn’t like the idea of being the reason why Kate is thriving, the girl fought her whole life and she deserves the credit for where she is. Pride wells up inside you every time you think about the warrior that she is, and how she truly is a hero. She may never fully believe that, regardless of her god complex, but she is your hero. Everything she ever does is amazing, and leaves you breathless, but you see the anxiety and the hesitation with each movement and decision. 

Unbeknownst to you, the soldier next to you was watching you carefully. Analyzing you as you zoned out, a moment of silence between the two of you allowed him to gather his thoughts. He knew that you had a darker side, a part of you that most ignored for the cute loveable layer. It was a fact, but he wasn’t used to seeing it so much. You had been far less bubbly and adorable as of lately, the weight of everything dragging you down and allowing the gloomy side out.  

The mostly comfortable tranquility was shattered by your best friend slamming open the stairwell door, the two of you flinching as you turned to her. Her face is frantic, breaking all of her training as she looks around. “Grab your suit, kid, we must go now.” She shakes her head, cutting you off effectively when you go to question her. The look she shoots your way is all you needed to see, jumping over the couch. 

Thoughts distraught in your head, you can feel a slight burn along your left rib cage. Rubbing at it you are surprised when your suit starts melting across your skin, realizing that it’s been enchanted. The dark, almost black, suit quickly covers your body and a mask slips over your head. You blink when your vision glows red, purple writing explains everything around you and gives you information on anything that you may need. Looking down at your hands you realize that the mask shows you all the weapons that you have, magically concealed within the belt now around your waist. 

You can feel the power surging through you, and when you hear Wanda’s voice echoing through the mask you feel confident. With the witch’s magic protecting you, and her voices guiding you, there wasn’t anything you felt like you couldn’t conquer. “Let’s do this.” Laying your hand on Yelena’s shoulder, you will yourself to be where you need to be. Disappearing, the two of you leave a static filled smoke cloud behind. 

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The ginger barely blinks when she sees the remnants of scarlet mist floating in her peripheral vision. “You know, whenever you said you would show up wherever I needed you I never thought that you would really start showing up without my asking for it.” 

Wanda settles in the seat next to her girlfriend, sitting sideways so that she can look at her. Letting her legs hang over the armrest, the younger woman rolls her eyes and sarcastically tips an invisible hate towards the widow. “I’m at your service, night and day. Top notch, automatic. We’re all just living in your world, aren’t we?” The smirk pulls at her lips, her eyebrow raises cockily. 

It didn’t take the widow much brain power to pick up on the sarcasm dripping from the witch's lips, a bad habit that only grew after the two collared you. The young Sokoivian was never really a sardonic person, just had a mask of confidence, but your bratty side unlocked a part of her that no one could control. “Destined to rule the world and can’t even admit to it being yours, how humble of you.” 

“Don’t you own them? Isn’t that what you said? Bishop? Your Toy? Aren’t they our world? You say I’m destined to prevail, but we both know you are awaiting the destruction not the regime.” Wanda picks at her nails, an act that the other woman sees through easily. The younger of the two always had a harder time hiding her emotions, a detrimental issue for her powers. 

Natasha chuckles dryly, focusing on the panel of screens as she tries to act unaffected by the other woman’s attempt at baiting her. “Dramatic as usual, if only you left that in the past with the heavy eyeliner and tacky pleats.” 

Twirling one of her rings around her finger, the witch’s eyebrows scrunch mockingly together as she stares at her partner. “Are you sure you were trained to be an assassin, you spend more time critiquing my old fashion choices and pining over millionaires than you do actually going on missions nowadays.” 

Hitting the display board as she finishes inputting the last bit of information, hitting the button for Friday to take over. “Ah the root of all the problems in the world. Me liking someone that isn’t you. Don’t you think it’s a little ironic that you’re so possessive over me when you’re the one that wanted to open the relationship?” Spinning the chair to look at Wanda, the ginger struggles to keep her anger in check as she sees how nonchalantly the woman is talking about everything. 

A taunting laugh falls from her lips, the witch paying no attention to her seething girlfriend as she plays with a small ball of her magic. “Jealousy is a quaint little idea Romanoff, if only such things were of my nature.” Finally raising her gaze to meet the older Avenger’s eyes, Wanda's nose scrunches as she mocks her. 

Rolling her eyes, Natasha scoffs as she plants her feet firmly on the ground between the two of them. Leaning in she reaches up to shove the other girl’s feet to the ground, smirking as she stumbles a bit. “Right, you would never be envious of me. I’m not good enough for that, that’s reserved for cocky archers.” Gripping the witch’s chin, the spy forces her face to level with hers; a feeble attempt at gaining the upper hand. 

Wanda uses the position she’s in to her advantage, letting her mouth fall open just slightly and softening her gaze. She looks up at Natasha through her lashes, a face she knows the older woman can never say no to. “She’s more than that, but if you want to demote her to such a title; let’s talk about that.” Her voice is light, but the bite is evident as she practically whispers. “If she’s just an archer, why would you care so much about fixing your preposterous reaction? Why would a simple athlete’s feelings matter so deeply to you that you would stoop to the level of the Americans that are just so infantile to you for celebrating a fake holiday?” 

The silence is loud, a representation of the ginger’s confidence as it dies out. The witch’s innocent doe eyes hardened and spark up with mischief as she realizes her words were finally cutting deep. Competition was always a strong common ground for the two, even during an argument as both sides push and prod the other to try and outdo them. “Usually you would fill the dead air, Natalia. Most people wouldn’t allow someone to spread such lies about them. Unless they aren’t lies, unless the world was oh so wrong about the heartless Black Widow. Is that it? The idea of your beloved princess and her worthless stray being mad at you gnawing at your black heart strings. The thought tearing at your chest like a black hole. Isn’t it funny that you act so unaffected by everything but really you couldn’t handle the fact that someone put their hands on a moronic mongrel that you couldn’t muster up a single sympathetic word.” 

A defeated sigh falls from the spy’s lips, falling back into the captain’s chair as she lets go of the brunette’s chin. “Are you acting out Maximoff?” 

Wanda, thriving as she watches Natasha retreat, lets her ego get bigger. Sitting up straighter, posture becoming more regal as she arrogantly looks down on the spy; pride in what she believes is finally a win for her after months of back and forth. “Tell me I’m wrong and I’ll stop. Tell me that you aren’t fighting your own mind daily. Wishing you could slit the throats of those men, wishing you could destroy every single childhood memory of the mutt you fell for.” 

“Maybe you’re right, but don’t you think it’s funny that you gave them the reaction they wanted because you didn’t want them to be scared of you. You aren’t soft, and you aren’t loving. You’re cold and calculated. If anyone here is heartless it’s you Maximoff. You are filled with a darkness that even the most evil of men couldn’t fathom, a tenebrosity overwhelming even the blackest of nights.” Even though the words she speaks are harsh, Natasha curls into herself. Backing away from her girlfriend as she tries to reign in anything she might later regret. She knows her training is better than this, but something about Wanda has always made her lose control in every way no matter how good or bad. 

Clenching her jaw, the witch can feel the tension brewing inside her body. Her shoulders rigid as she tries to figure out what is about to happen. She doesn’t want to use her magic, instead relying on the fact that she knows the widow like the back of her hand. It doesn’t fail her often. “At least I had a reaction, fake or not. I didn't need to grovel at the feet of a spoiled rich kid. My dignity is still intact unlike yours.” 

“You can have dignity, all high and mighty but what will you be left with after that? A fake air of confidence and a mask that sinks so deep that even you forget who the real girl underneath it all is? The girl that Pietro left behind completely gone? Did she die with him?” A sad, almost sullen smile pulls at the corners of Natasha’s mouth as she looks up slowly. Her bright forest green eyes almost look wet with unshed tears, something that would fool most people but not Wanda. No matter how much the widow plays, she knows that she’ll never be able to actually trick the brunette into believing any of her tactics. She had to have known that this was the plan all along, a hit below the belt to get her to back off after she had cornered her. It was dirty, and unkind, but at this point in the game nothing was off the table anymore. 

It took a moment for what the assassin said to really sink in, almost lost in the bubbling anger but when it finally hit the world felt cold. Her brother was always left untouched, a memory that she cherished and tended to daily so she would never be without. A thing atop of pedestal where no one could reach, but the Russian had decided to get a ladder and step into a different playing field. “She may have died with him, left in a pile of rubble but at least she was real. Loved and cherished. Where’s the real Natalia? Did you ever know her? Did anyone ever know the real you or did your poor mother sell that off too? What was she worth? Has to be more than whatever we’re left with.” 

Bringing up specific things, like her brother or the ginger’s lineage, wasn’t something that Wanda took pride in. The business the two were forced into brought enough opportunities for low blows and deep cuts to hash open, memories of beloved people weren’t something that needed to be tainted. Only stooping low when others decided to, digging a basement for the rock bottom jabs. 

Deciding that was enough for the time being, Wanda takes the shocked silence as her chance to disappear. Her knowledge of the one person on this Earth that she truly thought she knew inside and out failed her. 

It’s almost entirely silent in the quinjet, even the wind rushing as the ginger flies through the air isn’t heard. The trace of crimson fog lingering in the air as Natasha sits there struggling to breathe, alone once more. 

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The world flashed before the two young heroes' eyes, a moment that drew slow for just the duo as they realized that this was no ordinary robbery. Frozen in their spot, an imaginary glue adhering them to the metallic floor, it’s almost like watching television. A deep rooted want to scream out, to heckle the characters on the screen for not moving, but reality slaps them across the face when a terrified scream rings in their ears.

The two young New York natives realize that they are the ones in the show, forcing themselves to move in the heat of the moment. Scattering in hopes to stay vigilante, one step ahead of the masked men who are patrolling the floor. Slipping into a trusty vent, the archer takes a page from her own mentor’s book as she just barely stows away before she’s seen. 

Kate’s eyes search out the young spider, something she would chastise herself for later. How could she lose sight of her partner? It was basically rule number one, always know where your allies were. Slumping against the vent wall, she takes a moment to try and control her nerves. The guys below her were familiar but mind bogglingly overpowered, she wasn’t sure where they got whatever weapons from but it wasn’t something in the information sent by Stark. A fact that she would have to remember to bring up to him. 

Crackling the young spider’s voice finally breaks through her ear piece, and she looks around trying to find where he is. Finally seeing him in a dark corner across the room, hanging on by his webs, the archer is relieved to hear his static filled voice. The two take a minute, breathing a sigh of relief when they realize they are both safe for the moment. 

When an energy beam goes flying by Peter’s face, miraculously not giving away his position, the young boy starts trying to figure out a plan. “We gotta go down before they do anything dangerous, I wonder why Mr. Stark didn’t tell us about whatever glowy stuff they have.” 

“I’m not sure he knew, but this bank looks familiar.” Ignoring how the boy starts pestering her, ocean blue eyes scan the area before it clicks. Her company helped service them, and she wiggles gleefully. Slipping a trick arrowhead from the new pack, she waits patiently for a louder noise before stabbing it into the metal near her. Quickly pulling up her watch, a projection allows her to use the B. Tech arrowhead to take over the entire building’s electrical system.

It only takes a few swipes before the entire building’s power shuts down, everything going deadly quiet before the emergency lights click on. The people below, recovering from shock, finally started to search for who was responsible. 

“Woah did you just do that?” Peter’s eyes are squinting at the archer as he tries to look at what she’s doing from across the bank. 

Kate just giggles, nodding as she swipes through surveillance and vault locks. “My company wired this entire building, I just took this fight back for us. We just gotta be quick.” The CEO rolls her shoulders, closing the blinking projection and motioning out to the spider where she would be going. 

Slipping out of the vent, her legs dangling, the archer scans the area quickly before throwing an arrowhead across the room. A forcefield expanding as the trick arrow bounces, blocking off an entire hallway. Immediately giving away their positions, but the element of surprise and night vision on their side. Though the two don’t fight side by side, back to back, the two keep track of one another at all times. 

It’s almost effortless as Peter webs up three guys approaching Kate’s back, and the archer takes out a man with a blaster aiming for the spider. It’s a rough fight, the young Avengers not quite prepared for a group of people that can handle the type of weapons that they wield.

The two spend more time protecting, acting on the defense rather than offense. They knew that it was going to be a tricky mission when they realized how many civilians were scattered through the group. Understanding that worrying for others safety is causing them to be on the losing end of the fight. 

“Oh spidey boy!!!” The deep voice sings out, mocking the young boy. 

Slipping as she hears the voice, Kate loses balance momentarily causing her to miss her target. Cursing herself, the archer quickly takes the target down at the last second and barely saves a young girl. She isn’t sure where her fellow hero is, but she hasn’t been alerted by the AI that there was an issue so she has to assume that nothing is wrong. 

“Get your head in the game, Kate.” The more she moves the more she berates herself to do more, swinging around to take down different masked men. Her new bow mindlessly switches between sword and bow as quickly as her own reflexes, arrowheads traveling up her arm and Uru spines extend instantaneously as the sharp point touches it’s rest. The fluid motion in which her new suit and equipment works with her body is mesmerizing, a new extension of her own mind.

She almost feels like a hero now, not just in bravery and attitude but look and technology as well. No longer needing to rely just on her own eyesight and guesstimating, the HUD in the glasses framing her face telling her all the information she would ever need. The pack along her torso was the most amazing part of her new set up, instant arrowheads all controlled by her thoughts allowed for a practically flawless display of her skills. 

Every opportunity that she’s had to put this new suit on was something that she could have only dreamed of. Fights have become something almost like a tournament to her, competitive to an even higher max than before as she finally settles into her laser focus. Nothing but her next movements, the next person to protect, on her mind; Kate feels at the top of her game.

A bone chilling scream rings throughout the bank, echoing off the large marble sculptures, making everyone turn to look at the source. There in the center of the room, clutching and clawing at his head, is Peter crumpled in a withering heap. A dissipating green smog floats in the air around his collapsed body, a subtle sizzling sound can be heard through the tense silence. It’s almost like even the masked men weren’t prepared for the reaction they got, frozen in their position. 

Scanning his body, the AI in Kate’s ears is practically screaming and rushing her forward to save the boy whose body is rejecting all functions. She’s moving before she can realize it, the edge of her sword sparking as she slides across the stone floor. Coming to a stop on her knees in front of her best friend’s balled up from, she takes out a few men sprinting towards them without taking her eyes off of the man holding a broken tube. Arrowhead and sword in hand, the young Avenger stands to her feet. 

Her face is painted with anger and vengeance, even though her suit covers most of her expression, and she barely flinches when the second man in charge comes to stand next to his friend. Tossing the trick arrow to the ground, a force field surrounds the four of them and Kate lets her mask down. “I wanted you to see the face of the girl who is about to destroy you.” 

“This is the infamous Hawkeye?” Their laughs bounce against the sizzling electricity, mocking as it echoes in the small makeshift arena. The two men clearly only paid attention to the boy behind the archer, not realizing how much damage that the archer could really do. 

“Is this our movie moment? Where we get on our knees and beg a little girl to spare our lives because you’re just oh so powerful.” The two men aren’t even phased as they cackle, joking as Kate holds two arrowheads between her fingers. 

Fanning them out, she focuses on how she is close enough to see the veins in their necks bulging as they howl. She wants to seethe, rage overtaking her actions, the need to protect her best friend strong but something feels wrong. The men don’t seem to even care that she’s there, holding deadly weapons, and while the young girl is used to people underestimating her this was different. 

Confusion floods her body, almost forcing the confidence that she was feeling out. She doesn’t understand this dreadful cloud that is hanging above her head. This wasn’t the moment to get insecure about her abilities, she had an important job to do which only got more needed when Peter was taken out. 

“At least we know what our Love Bug looks like all grown up.” Kate blinks, once and then again as her gaze lifts to scan the man’s covered face. The breath gets caught in her throat as her mind fights against the protective wall around forbidden memories. 

Everything is happening all too fast, cracks breaking the foundation of her entire heroic facade. She can’t break now, not here; not in front of them. The blood in her body pumps cold, a stark contrast to the vengeful hot temperature it was seconds ago. Kate wants to move, can hear the AI in her ear urging her to move now while the two were distracted but she can’t.  

The second man hits the other on the chest, pointing at the CEO’s body as his disgusting gaze travels downward. “Just as hot as she was back then, honestly I could take another go at her.” 

The sentence was muttered, almost under his breath but it was almost like he screamed it to the archer. Her entire body shakes, and her heart begins racing. She wanted to run, to hide under a blanket and pretend like the world no longer exists. 

It’s almost like her suit takes over for her, the archer’s knees weak and almost collapsing under her. Forcing Kate’s hand to move, readying to throw the arrowheads, but the two men reach up and slip their masks off. Even though she had realized who they were, their voices engraved into even the deepest of her memories, the second she could physically see their eyes and their cocky arrogant smirks everything crashed and burned. It’s almost like she could still feel the rough messy hair atop their heads, muscle memory trying to shove it away forces her to drop her weapons.  

Stepping towards her, even though she’s the same height as them now, they practically loom over her. It’s intimidating as they almost circle towards her, kicking away the fallen sword. Tugging off their gloves, one of them reaches up to cup her flinching face. Calloused thumb rubbing her cheek, so aggressively that it almost leaves a raw red mark, while the other man grabs at her waist. When Kate’s face lowers, sinking in on herself as she attempts to be smaller, the man’s hand leaves her body to tangle his fingers into her hair. 

Yanking her head back, the two chuckle at her pained expression. Almost tugging her head back and forth, inspecting her. For the first time in about eight years the young brunette finally raises her eyes to make direct eye contact with the two men who destroyed her life. Hating herself as she searches for the sparkle of the men she grew up with, a glimmer of the people who father trusted most. Mind racing as she figures out a way to win the game, to make sure that they are proud and happy of her at the end of play time. 

“Did you miss us, Bug?” 

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Counterparts and Countermoves

Summary: A dynamic that lies upon a shaky foundation can only crumble, but it's the actions during an earthquake that matter most

Pairing: Wanda x Kate | Natasha x Reader | Wandanat x Reader x Kate

Word Count: 11.6k

Warnings: Angsty angst!, vague mentions/recalling of abuse (physical and sexual), mentions of death, Mommy/Daddy kink, dubious consent (plays with cnc vibes), strap on use (r and kate receiving) , cum filled strap, breeding kink, magic use/play, magical marks

*As usual, if I forgot anything let me know!*

A/N: OKAY so this took a long time, but we have come to probably one of the most important parts of this universe. I know it's been a while but if anyone remembers Comic Non who basically guessed a lot, THIS is the chapter that is going to talk about some of the things we discussed!

I JUST finished this, so if there are a lot of mistakes...im sorry please dont come for me

***MINORS DNI*** ***18+***

Training Grounds Masterlist

It wasn’t often that the sun rose before them, the two women almost always hours into their day by the time the rest of the world even began waking up. Today was different, soft music playing in the background while Wanda reads and Natasha writes in a journal. The warmth of sleep still lingers in the bed sheets that stretch across their legs. 

A frustrated grunt breaks the serene atmosphere, shattering the naively happy scene. The ginger’s heavy handed scratches against the paper continued to drill against the witch’s ears, picking at her nerves. “If you no longer want to enjoy the silence, can you just get out?” The brunette’s voice was sharp, annoyance obvious. 

The moment Natasha rips paper out of her journal, throwing the now crumbled up ball across the room, Wanda rolls her eyes. “Oh now we’re going to throw a tantrum? What are you? Three years old?” The witch calmly puts her bookmark into place, letting her magic settle the book across the room on the table. 

Her eyebrow twitches when she hears her counterpart scoff, tilting her head waiting for her next complaint. “You’re the one who can’t control her damn emotions! I thought we got past the emotionally fragile chaos or do I need to train you again?” The normally calm, level headed demeanor of the widow is gone instead replaced with snark and sarcasm. “I thought you were over the emo teenage phase.” 

“Oh please, you couldn’t train me if you even tried. Don’t forget who always ends up begging to be used.” The arrogant look on the brunette’s face ticks at Natasha’s nerves, cutting deeper than it should have. “You may be daddy but we both know Mommy is in control in this house. Isn’t that right, my little Natsy?” Wanda calmly leans back, clasping her hands in her lap as she waits for a response. A small polite smile painted on her face, scrunching her nose as she watches the ginger stumble for a retort. 

Natasha’s jaw clenches, her teeth grinding as she just glares at the younger girl. She stands from the bed, crossing to the small dry bar in the corner of the room. Grabbing a bottle of beer the ginger just leans against the counter as she sips, “When everything falls apart, and you’re the cause, don’t expect me to be there. I am telling you, right now for the last time, do not let your emotions win. This has been your issue since you came here, since we met. I have been there for every single time, good or bad, but I will not be able to look past it if you don’t listen to me this time. This isn’t about you anymore Wanda, don’t make it about you.” 

The younger Avenger’s face is completely blank as she stares across the room, her eyes unfocused and emotionless. “And when you lose it all, everything, it won’t be me who falls apart. It won’t be the world or the situation, no. Natalia, my love, it’s going to be you. You will fall apart and you won’t have anyone to pick you up, no one to go to. Maybe I’ll be the cause, but you’ll be the only one dealing with a negative effect.” Before the Russian can even react the witch dissipates into scarlet mist, her infamous head tilt sullen void of all viciousness. 

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“We shouldn’t have split up! I told you!” The young boy’s voice cracks as he stands behind the couch, flailing his arms around. 

Your focus doesn’t waver, even as he screams and panics, eyes stuck on your part of the screen. You knew that at least three of the last players were near you, the others scattered across the rest of the map. “You’re just mad that you died and can’t come back.” 

Not a single sound has come from the blonde next to you, eyes focused and breath hitched as she waits. “Peter, how is it that you are an Avenger when you cannot handle a simple video game?” While you play up close, chaotic and all over the map; you know that Yelena has taken out at least one person that was on your tail from where she is hidden on the hillside. “Circle is closing in, three at six only one with a mask.” 

It was your normal take down; you were in charge of taking the mask down by a surprise attack while your best friend would be sniping down the last players. Breath was baited across the three of you, knowing this was the end of a tournament and this would win it for you. The focus was so intense that even though none of you were making a single sound, no one noticed the elevator dinging and Natasha walking in swinging her car keys. 

The ginger stands back, amusement filling her body as she watches the three of you jump up excitedly when the screen displays your victory. When your eyes catch her shiny leather jacket, your entire demeanor shifts. Jumping over the couch you just barely manage to stay on your feet as you fall into the widow’s arms. “Daddy! You’re here?” She was supposed to be spending the day with Wanda, and you had planned to spend the entire day playing in Call of Duty tournaments. 

Yelena is shoving you to the side, shoving her face against her sister’s shoulder and curling into her side. “Please say you are not only here for your toy.” The white widow looks up at her sister, a small pout on her lips. “You’re gonna stay at least for a little, right?” 

Peter hangs down from the ceiling, holding out a bowl of chips with a hopeful face. “Yeah Ms. Widow, please hang out with us for a little bit at least. We have an extra controller.” The three of you start tugging on her shirt, trying to get her to sit down on the couch. Pleading and prodding until she finally laughs and gives in. 

Yelena and Peter are trying to argue over how to teach the older widow how to play, while she just pulls you closer to her. “Hello my девочка, have you been having a good day?” Before you can even answer, she’s pulling you into a kiss. It’s soft and sweet, but she’s pulling away before you can really enjoy it. A boop to your nose is her attempt to shush you as the youngest spider in the room finally screeches out in his victory. 

He tosses your controller in your lap and quickly sets up a web above the three of you so that you and Yelena can cuddle into Nat while you all play. “Okay Ms. Widow, we’re going to be playing on my terms! We all stay together and protect each other.” 

For the next few hours the four of them yell and scream, playing round after round of CoD, and letting the ginger’s mind be distracted a little while. 

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The stairs up to your apartment are always brutal when the raven haired girl was so exhausted, sore and just entirely over the day. She had spent the entire day before on a mission that Clint gave her, one that was still following him even into his days of retirement. Excited to crawl into your bed, she knew that Lucky would be lounging there as well–warming the blankets for her. 

The front door is heavy as the archer puts her entire weight into opening it, a relieved sigh as she finally leans against it as it clicks shut. When the lovable golden doesn’t come running, Kate’s eyes finally open. Flinching in her spot on the ground when she sees Wanda, sitting with her legs crossed staring at her. “Oh, I’m sorry I didn’t know you were going to be here. I was just going to take a bit to relax somewhere that was quiet.” 

The archer sees Lucky curled up next to the witch, completely passed out and snoring gently. Watching as the older woman curls in on herself, wrapping her arms around her body like armor, Kate wants to reach out but stops herself in a moment of doubt. “It’s alright I wasn’t really meant to be here either, I just didn’t know where to go.” The two sit there in silence for a while, awkward and heavy as they avoid eye contact as well. 

Getting up from her spot on the floor shakes the atmosphere, waking up the retriever as well. Pointedly glaring at the floor as she crosses to the kitchen, Kate takes her time pouring a drink and taking small sips from the glass. Licking at her lips, the young girl tries to figure out what to say to break the tense atmosphere. “I could go for a snack, want to join?” 

Wanda’s furrowed brows flinch, almost like she forgot the other girl was there while she got lost in thought. Stuttering, a moment of weakness that she lets slip through her normal stoic shield shocks her counterpart but the Sokovian is nodding and standing quickly. “I need to run a few errands anyways, would you join me?” 

It’s obvious that the two don’t know how to spend time alone together, needing some sort of distraction the two quickly jump at the chance to fill their unexpected time together with stores and whatever random food they can find during their trip.  ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Curled up on the ginger’s lap, snacking on the bowl of popcorn you were incredibly happy to see the opening credits of Wall-E. The others left after being called to training, so you were just getting some lazy attention from your daddy. Groping at your body, it was just enough for you to feel squirmy but not enough to fully take your attention away from one of your favorite movies. 

The two of you enjoyed the movie mostly in silence for almost thirty minutes, by that point in the movie Natasha had gotten bored of not having your focus so she seemingly was letting you enjoy the film. Your eyes are scanning the television in front of you, watching as M-O goes rolling by. You can’t help it as a little happy squeal leaves your mouth at seeing the little cleaning bot, your favorite. 

You aren’t sure if it was the sound you made or the little wiggle but it breaks whatever self control the ginger had. The bowl of popcorn is set aside, just out of reach of your slightly shiny buttered fingers and a pout makes its way onto your face. You aren’t given any time to truly complain before the widow has her hand wrapped around your throat, the free one shoving its way down your pants. It’s fast and rough, and with all the popcorn and soda you have had you feel gross. This wasn’t what you thought the night would be like, and you weren’t sure that your self esteem was up for it either. 

Squirming, you just barely plop off the side of the Russian’s lap and you try to roll away but her calloused hands grip your hips. “Daddy what are you doing, no we were watching the movie!” You try to sound stern but your voice is already too squeaky and whiny. There was a time and a place for this, and you were not in the mood for your movie time to be interrupted. 

The loud tearing of your pants makes the tantrum that is brewing begin to rapidly boil over, your feet kicking and your arms flailing as you try to get away from your normally soft daddy. “Daddy no! My pants!” You stretch, a feeble attempt at grasping for the torn pieces of fabric slipping down your legs. 

Despite your efforts and your reluctance, none of it matters against the infamous widow’s strength. She easily flips the two of you over, your face smooshing into the couch right next to your bowl of popcorn. You can feel her between your legs, her finger grazing your clit makes your hips jump. Your body is already betraying you as you feel wetness start to grow between your thighs, but you can’t help the anger fueling your actions. 

Natasha has you spread out, kneeling between your legs as she forces two fingers into you. She knows it isn’t soft, and though you are wet she knows you aren’t necessarily in the mood. The knowledge that it doesn’t matter, that you are getting something out of this urges her to continue; to get what she needs so that the rest of the day isn’t horrible. Each aggressive shove into the couch makes her flinch, but at the same time the widow can feel her anger from earlier in the day melting away. 

The pain of her fingers moving inside you is almost too much, just barely staying on the pleasure side. No matter how wet you are, how your body reacts, you miserably look up at your movie and popcorn. “Daddy please stop. The movie is still going and my snack is gonna spill! Please wait!” Shoving at the hand that’s between your thighs is a lot of work, trying to get her to pull out. 

A hand in your hair yanks you up, teeth biting into the side of your neck. “What’s a slut like you caring about a stupid bowl of treats for? You should be grateful I even let you have a handful of it.” Her voice is sharp, anger seeping into your bones as she speaks against your ear. She lets her thumb swipe against your throbbing clit, a dark chuckle at how hard it is. “If you care so much about your beloved popcorn, have some.” Before you can even really react, the ginger is shoving your face into the bowl. 

You had to be grateful that this was just a snack and not some sort of liquid, but it didn’t stop you from flailing around as if you were going to drown. The screaming claws at your throat were muffled, despite the rawness they were causing. Even when your fist finally collides with her arm, Natasha doesn’t stop. If anything it makes her slip a third finger inside you, stretching you more and spitting on your red puffy cunt. 

The force that the widow is fucking you is brutal, all her strength and training coming in handy as she fucks into you. It’s something that you aren’t prepared for with the ginger, usually she is much softer and loving, but you couldn’t deny that this was a huge turnon even as your body struggled to take what she was giving you. “I don’t care how much you cry and beg me to stop, all you are is a slutty little hole for Daddy to use. Your tears are doing nothing but turning me on more and making your popcorn all soggy.” 

Dangling from the edge was normal for you, it was something that each one of your partners always liked to do. They said you looked pretty when you were desperate, but this seemed different. You weren’t sure what it was about but you knew that you weren’t in for an easy time tonight. 

Natasha’s hand tangles in your hair and you internally cheer, thinking that you’re going to get reprise from salt and butter filling your senses, but instead she uses her grip on you to shove your face deeper into the bowl. The plastic rim digs into your neck, almost like a mock collar and you wish you could say that it wasn’t helping you drip around the fingers that are forcing their way into you. 

“Don’t worry, princess, Daddy won’t ruin you too much. We all know you would whine to your Mommy too much, and I would prefer if she would just keep her mouth shut.” ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

The young brunette spins around, holding two smoothies, looking around a bit before spotting the witch leaning against a lamppost. She takes the moment to watch her, Wanda’s face morphing into an obfuscated guise as she watches a couple play with their two children. The older woman had been having dreams of two little boys for the past few weeks, her dream of starting a family with someone still very far off. 

Silence is heavy between the two, their usual buffers aren’t around. Even as they sip their drinks and walk around the park, the two don’t speak. The birds and distant conversation as they pass others fill the air, but there’s a tenseness that even confuses the witch. The thoughts of everyone around her are strong and loud, making it difficult for her to casually hear whatever the archer is thinking. It isn’t until she catches a glimpse of Kate flinching as they pass a couple joggers that she steps up to take control, directing them down a small path to a more private area. Happy to see a bench in a far corner, shade leaking over it from a few trees.  

Wanda pulls her bottom lip between her teeth, playing with the straw, after the two settle on the wooden seat. She knows that she needs to do something, soothe the anxiety that is radiating from the archer’s thoughts. It wasn’t something that she was used to, the two of them only having a few deeper moments but this one felt different—unknown. She can see the younger girl getting stuck in her head, the glossy unfocused look in her eyes is a dead giveaway as she mindlessly watches the clouds roll by. 

“You know, the world used to be really small as a kid. School, archery practice, martial arts days, whatever sport I was playing at the time, and friends. My life barely left the city, and even then it only left the state for vacations and tournaments. I know my life has always come with privilege and ease especially when compared to others on the Avengers. I was a rich kid who just so happened to lose their father. I know a lot of the rest of the agents and everyone might look at me and think I’m stupid and reckless. I know you look at me like I’m stupid and reckless. My father was stupid and reckless, and I loved him for that. He was everything my mother couldn’t be throughout the rest of my childhood and teenage years.” It’s a slow story, long pauses at the end of each sentence as Kate gathers her thoughts. This isn’t something that the witch asked for, and it wasn’t anything she had been expecting but she wasn’t going to stop the younger girl if she was ready to open up.

“My father was a good man, he was, but he wanted to keep a lifestyle for me that apparently we couldn’t keep while his company was failing. Bishop Security wasn’t the first company in the family. It was some firm, dealing with technology but it was going under. He almost lost the entire family fortune, but then the battle happened.” Wanda tried her best to not truly focus on the archer as she spoke, only nodding and giving quiet hums as warranted throughout. She knew that the younger girl despised eye contact, and never truly wanted to be the center of attention when her walls were crumbling around her. 

“I spent months thinking that there was no way things could get better. How could it? I lost my dad, the man that spent his entire life thinking about me and how to make me happy. How can things get better when your family loses the glue that held it together?” The New Yorker’s voice cracked with each word, emotions building and swirling in her stomach as she tries her best to just get through this part of her life. It wasn’t something that she loved to talk about, and she hates that it is such a big part of who she is. Each word, each thought, was like a small knife slowly digging into each healed scar and reopening them. 

“They were his best friends. The closest thing to family that my father actually loved outside mome and me. He would rave about them at all times, and they would spend vacations with us. The two of them were practically my uncles. They would attend family functions with us, and half the time I saw them more than I saw my actual family. Everyone knew that my father would have wanted them to take care of my mother and I. Keeping an eye on us, making sure we got back on our feet.” Risking a moment to look up at the other girl when her voice trails off, Wanda can see the completely empty distant look in her eyes. It’s almost like Kate no longer exists, just a shell of herself, as she stares unblinking at a random building. The witch desperately wants to peek into her mind, fast forward and find a way to comfort her properly with each word she says, but the boundary that is always between the two still exists. Even as every other wall comes tumbling down, and the archer is being so vulnerable, she still keeps up the barrier she built between herself and Wanda. 

“It was a beautifully tragic situation really, almost like something in a documentary. They were supposed to protect me, my father trusted them with me. Why would my mother even suspect anything is wrong, especially when I didn’t even realize what was happening at first.” It’s almost like Kate doesn’t believe it still, her own life and past proof of everything. The naivety of a stolen childhood sinking into the situation truly shows how hard the girl’s brain worked to mask the pain she went through. 

“It was only one of them for a little bit, they would go back and forth. Their little game and for so long all I craved was love. They told me…. it was love, I believed them.” Kate laughs, it’s dry and pathetic, but she still refuses to meet the older woman’s gaze. Even with the heavy silence hanging between the two, birds chirping and the distant sounds of the city around them, Wanda can’t bring herself to say anything yet. 

“When it was both of them, it felt…different. They were angry and less loving, and that’s when I realized I don’t think they knew what love was. If this game, this thing, was love then it scared me. I didn’t want love if that’s what it was. I wanted to tell someone, but I couldn’t. Every single time I opened my mouth I was frozen in fear because I realized if I told someone they would go away.” Wanda watches the longer Kate talks the more she curls in on herself, even lifting her feet from the ground to shield her body with her legs. Sinking into her own body gave a physical barrier, makeshift armor even against the thoughts inside her own head that attacked her daily. 

“The two people who reminded me so much of my dad would be gone forever. They were my favorite people in every moment but those. How could it be bad if they were so amazing in every other second of my life? Maybe I was the issue? Maybe I needed to be better or more well behaved during those times? Maybe if I was less scared during our game then it wouldn’t hurt as much and I could keep our little secret?” The witch could feel her anger rising, the chaos shaking under her skin. This wasn’t something she ever wanted to hear, a story that she never wanted to learn. Control she fought to have, over herself and everyone in her life, stripped before she even had the chance to assert it over the archer. Her control was her protection wrapped around the ones she loves, a shield that keeps them from harm even when she cannot be there. 

“For years I tried to convince myself that they loved me, I didn’t understand it because I was too young. Each time I felt unsafe, I threw myself farther into sports–martial arts, fencing, boxing, anything that made me feel powerful. I would become stronger physically and one day when they made me feel unsafe, maybe just maybe, I could fight them. I never could. I was too weak, too petrified as soon as they looked at me. It was their eyes, something about them was so cold. They were never like that during the day, gorgeous sparkling eyes that welcomed everyone but they were empty and lifeless when we were alone. They boiled over in almost mindless anger every time we played their game, and it made me feel so small and young.” It’s almost like you can see the way the archer’s twitch, muscles screaming to move. Memories of movements, of self preservation and protection, spreading down her body. 

“I hadn’t realized my mother came home early. They had me in the middle of the living room playing that day. I didn’t even hear her walk in or walk out. She didn’t say a word but the next day they were gone. Years of fear and shame, hating myself for letting it happen, seemingly ending overnight. We never spoke of it, not until a year later when I was named the youngest multi-sport Olympian at sixteen. She looked at me as that confetti came down during the celebration with such pride, but something wasn’t right.” Kate pauses, her eyes unfocused as she stares determinedly at the walkway in front of her. Her throat bobs, swallowing down whatever was coming next as she mentally prepares herself for the next apex of her life. 

“Did you want it to happen?” The younger brunette scoffs loudly, the first sign of anger since the beginning. “Somewhere in that head of hers she struggled to think that these two guys who were such big parts of our family could hurt me, and instead pushed it onto me. Why would I want that? Why?! Huh!? Tell me why in the hell a little kid would want someone to touch them that way? To even think of them that way?” Wanda flinches at the pure hatred dripping from the archer’s tongue, her emotions and thoughts like flying knives through the air that strike the witch’s heart. 

“The start of our strained relationship really, she loved me still but something broke between us that day. I started getting more and more into archery and doing things that I guess she didn’t like, and she was…getting more involved in her things as well. She was never really an affectionate person but I think I was so aggressively growing into my father’s personality, and that scared her. I leaned into the one true love I knew and it ended up with me learning his confident, arrogant ways.” The young girl’s lips quirk up a bit, a sly smirk appearing momentarily on her face. The first flash of the daily shine in her eyes since the beginning of the conversation, and it sinks into Wanda’s mind that it wasn’t who the young girl was. That shine, the rebellious smirk, and playboy stance was all a nod to the father that left her all alone–a last ditch effort at grasping for even a resemblance of identity. 

“I didn’t know who I was for so long. I was just hiding that part of me from the world.” Wanda watches as the glazed look in the young girl’s eyes comes back, jaw slack as she tries to find the words she’s looking for. “It felt like…I wasn’t damaged but hollow. In moments of silence I couldn’t stop thinking about them, their words and their hands on me. In moments of nothing, they were all I had and it was haunting. No one noticed, I mean how could they know? I was still doing what I do best, thriving in the public eye. I won competitions, rose in ranks, collected awards and medals. Under the entirely fake mask, I was drowning. I couldn’t understand what to be, who to be, or what the world was.” Her sentence trails off, her eyes fluttering around as they hop from each animal around. The hush settles around the archer’s shoulders, a subtle darkness pushing her into herself. Even though her face stays unreadable, it’s her eyes that give her away. Ocean eyes where the waves crash violently against one another, angry and desperately trying to drown any other emotions; but failing as tranquil tears blurs her vision. 

“It….It’s so exhausting being in my mind.” Kate’s voice wavers, breaking under the emotion clawing up her throat. “ I get most people aren’t comfortable in their own skin, nor are they really happy with themselves but I just.. I want to feel content with at least being me. But I hate it. I despise who I am, or at least who I remember being. Imagine that, I hate a rich little kid. A happy go lucky girl that was crazy and ambitious is my worst enemy. Something that most people wish for, I wish she would have just died. I hate her because that’s the last time I remember knowing who I was fully. Now I’m stuck behind a facade because it’s less tiring than being a shattered version of a failed human.” The sounds of children laughing and playing, and dogs barking, interrupt as the CEO takes a shaky breath in–almost a cruel irony. 

“The mask became protection, a way to forget all the issues but being me… I didn’t know how to do that easily even by the time I made it to college. I was this shining light in New York, and in the country, but… I don’t even think I.. I couldn’t even feel happiness. Inside I felt so small and I couldn’t stop hearing every single word they ever said to me, and I would get so confused and broken because it still didn’t make sense to me.” Shakily, Wanda reaches out to gently tangle her fingers together with Kate’s. Thumb rubbing against the back of her hand, the witch tries to give any ounce of comfort she can. She watches as a tear rolls down the archer’s cheek, and in that moment she realizes just how gorgeous her eyes are. Foggy ocean blue, filled with viscous waves, red rimmed and unfocused. 

“Love still didn’t make sense to me. My mom loves me and maybe a few family members, but was that really love or was that obligation? Were those four years of my life, four years playing a nefarious game, really the type of love that I deserved? Is that the love that I was destined to carry with me for the rest of my life?” Nodding, a wet anger shakes the young CEO’s voice as she holds herself together seemingly by an invisible tattered string. “I let that be true, letting anyone use me. My body became my best friend, something that got me whatever I wanted whenever I slipped off my clothing. An empty shell of who I could’ve been stripped down, exposed, to whoever wanted me that way. It was easier than getting close because how can I get close to someone if I don’t even know the person that they would be getting close to?” 

The next pause was long, the older woman wouldn’t even be able to tell you how much time passed as she waited for the younger girl to speak again. Distant traffic sounds the only true thing that she could focus on, the rest of the park mostly cleared out at the moment. Her voice, when it finally does come back, is strong and true. The most confident it has been the entire day, and she could even see the difference in how her body relaxes. “You know…they saved me. I thought I was destined to be just some random guy’s bored housewife that was only around for their body and money. Falling in love with them was the best thing ever, and I work every single day to be a better person so that I never hold them back. I want to make sure that they thrive, and do amazing things, and I just get to be there while it all happens. They are my home, where my heart finds the most comfort.” Wanda’s breath hitches, an ache in her chest as she sits back and listens to the way Kate speaks about you. It wasn’t necessarily the words she spoke, things the witch had heard before, but it was the tone and conviction that the archer had that stopped her heart in her chest. 

“I know, Toy is yours. I do, but sometimes I have this horrible wish that I met them first. It isn’t because I don’t want you guys in the picture because I don’t think I can imagine Toy without you guys, or life really without this dynamic now. I just…if i met them first..maybe I would matter more..?” Kate’s voice cracks, trailing off as tears fall. “I know I don’t have many appealing qualities, and that I make life just that much more difficult but maybe if we met earlier…maybe you could have fixed me. I know I’m not enough by myself, but maybe if I had more time with Toy I could have matured enough that you guys would like me more. Maybe..I don’t know.. Maybe the dynamic would be better? Somehow? I’m just…I’m trying my hardest to just be someone…something you want. I want to be perfect or as close I can get to it for you, then maybe you’ll love me and want me even just a fraction of how much you care for Toy.” The insecurities bubbled up, spilling over as the archer rambled on. 

Wanda waits, letting those last words hang in the air. The two were never good at the whole relationship side of the dynamic, something that always seemingly was left to their counterparts. It was dawning on the witch that maybe the two of them were more similar than she could have ever realized, the younger girl just a shell of who she could be covered in a well made coat of armor. “You know, Mongrel, maybe you really aren’t that bad. Maybe the dramatics that I’ve been told I’m famous for really shined through with you, and I let it take over too much. I’m pretty happy that Toy brought you home to us.”

Cloudy cobalt eyes snap up, heartbreakingly naive shock spreading across her face as she tries to gauge if Wanda is teasing her. “....I’m home…?” 

“Yes..” Wanda hesitates, unsure of what to call the young archer. Her first name is almost foreign along her lips. “...Kate. I know things seem rocky and unnerving but you are more than enough for both Natasha and I. No matter our relationship with Toy, that doesn’t interfere with the foundation that we are trying to build with you. You don’t need fixing, maybe a little bit of training but it’s not because you’re broken or bring the dynamic down. We don’t want to take away who you are, маленький бродяга, because even if you don’t see who you are we can. Natasha and I are just working to help you shine, polish you up a bit, and help you focus so that you can continue to grow and thrive. We want you to be the you that you want in your dreams, but you’re enough now. You’re worth every moment of happiness, irritation, laughter, sorrow. I hear your thoughts, pretty girl, every day and I see the spark inside of you. It’s hidden behind walls and obstacles, and life hasn’t been nice to you, but I see it and at the end of the day I want that small flame to blaze. Set fire to the world because that’s what you remind me of. A strong roaring fire that truly could be an unstoppable force, and to be a part of that journey is an honor. To even be part of your life, even if it ends up being temporary is an honor. For as long as you’ll have us, have me, you are at home with us Kate.”  -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

You were wiggling in your spot on the counter, watching Natasha cut up different veggies and fruits. Sipping on the juice box she handed you, the little flaps poking out to act as handles, you were excited for Wanda and Kate to get home. The events that caused the day to derail were still unknown to you, but hopefully your idea of a picnic would help everyone come back together and just feel happy. You knew that at the very least Mommy would be happy that you picked out healthy snacks, and at the very least you’ll watch your girlfriend adorably crunch on things. 

It’s a quick tickle, fingers digging into your side, that pulls you from your thoughts. She’s handing you a carrot stick, raised eyebrow as she waits for you to complain but you surprise her by happily taking it. The sound of soft crunch accompanies the quiet chopping, your eyes glued to make sure the ginger cuts out all the correct shapes as she finally switches over to the fruit. Smiling you watch her tongue poke out, her forest green eyes focused on the small cuts she has to make. The widow for some reason was against just getting little cookie cutters, but you enjoyed watching her work. 

The front door clicking closed catches your attention, and you’re happy that the blanket fort is already set up. As you snack on a heart shaped piece of watermelon you watch as the other half of your dynamic walks into the kitchen, fingers tangled together. Deciding to not mention it, in fear that they would shy away, you instead just wiggle in your spot. “Mommy! Katie!” Jumping off of the counter, you slip slightly on the tile flooring. Your girlfriend’s hand catches you, and you feel magic wrapping around your torso. 

“Some things never change, do they little brat?” Flushing with embarrassment at Wanda’s tone you shove yourself into the archer’s side, hiding your face against her shoulder. Kate’s body wiggles as she laughs silently, letting you dig your way deeper into her arms. “It looks like you guys have been busy.” The witch takes note of the light bruises already forming on your arms and around your neck, but points to the living room and the tray of fruit the widow is preparing. 

The oldest barely pay attention as they lock eyes, a silent conversation between the two. If you were to stop rambling, excited as you bounce on your toes, the intensity would be obvious but you were too eager to tell your girlfriend all about your day. Twin emerald souls fighting for dominance in a moment that only ends with the ginger rolling her eyes, a testy glare painted across her face as she yields to her more stubborn counterpart. The silent argument comes to an end when you finally catch on, a determined pout stretching across your face. 

Reaching out you’re able to hook your fingers into the crook of Wanda’s elbow, pulling her attention to you. An attempt to mask the poked out bottom lip is made but you know by the glare you receive that you failed, but she lets it slide when you start tugging her towards the living room. “Daddy and I set up everything and I even asked for healthy snacks!” You can feel how tense the witch is, the tension in the room is building and even with your back turned it’s like a weight slamming against you. 

Looking up at Kate, you can see her eyes are a bit unfocused and distant. Even though the shining glint is there something is dimming the light in her, you can tell a largely dramatic event happened earlier in the day. Completely unsure of what is happening, you can feel the insecurities starting to rise but the pressure to somehow fix it starts clawing at your throat. Swallowing down your own feelings, you let your eyes slam shut as you plop down onto the blankets laid out on the floor. Taking a deep breath in, you try to shake the worries from your body as you can feel the others settle around you. 

It’s almost like clock work, barely registering in your mind as you let all your random thoughts that are in your mind drain out through your mouth. Rambling and allowing pent up energy to just mindlessly happen. When Nat finally interrupts you, shoving a fruit kabob into your hand, it shocks you. Hyperfocusing on the different shapes you zone out, even as you are being moved you just nibble at the star shaped apple piece. 

Soft kisses along your shoulders, and a gentle hand rubbing up your side, shakes you. “There’s my gorgeous little one, where’d your mind go?” Her voice is gentle, lips moving against your ear. The other half of your group is wrestling over the biggest piece of watermelon, and you can’t help but half-hearted snort. Wrapping your fingers around the older woman’s wrist, you trace along her skin and just lightly shake your head. 

Bumping your temple gently against Wanda’s, the two of you settle back as you watch Natasha and Kate roll around. It doesn’t take long for one of them to kiss the other, messy and harsh. It’s almost the exact opposite of the touches that are being left on your body, the witch letting her fingertips do all the work. You can’t quite tell if it’s magical or if it’s actually her, but it’s leaving you panting. “You like watching them, pretty girl?” It’s a question that needs no real answer, she knows the answer. It’s a distraction now, a thing for Wanda to focus on so that she can ignore the gnawing feel in her stomach. 

Even as her teasing touch spreads across your body, and you begin wiggling at the sight of the other two, the older woman pushes the forgotten apple star to your mouth. “Don’t go wasting any food, little one.” Mindlessly you nibble on the piece of fruit, obedient even as your mind fixates on the dull throbbing between your thighs. You can see in the corner of your eyes a scarlet mist, floating through the air slowly. It feels warm against your skin and you try your hardest to not make the chaos controller angry, swallowing the last bite down at the first sound of Kate moaning across from you. 

Her face is shoved into the pillows on the floor, hands behind her back and Natasha’s favorite strap filling her to the brim. You could see her torn pants thrown, and the bright red nail marks already raising along the porcelain skin. “She’s so pretty isn’t she, detka? All filled with your Daddy’s cock, though I bet your needy little pussy is aching to be full too.” Her thumb makes contact with your clit for the first time, and the chuckle she lets out against your temple makes you clench around nothing. “You’re so wet already, and no one has even touched you babygirl.” 

You can already feel your thighs shaking, exerting as much effort as possible to try and keep your legs open without being reprimanded. The feeling of Wanda playing with you is amazing, and it’s pulling you under the thrashing waves in your brain. The space she adores you in, and you know your eyes are glazing over with each word she speaks and each swipe of her thumb. The tingly feeling over your body spreads quickly, and you can feel yourself falling into the trap that she always sets for you. “Not so fast Toy, go over to those two for me. I’ll be there in a minute.” 

She’s pushing your body forward, urging the crawling before you can really register what is happening but Kate’s head is yanked up as you get closer. Her moans and whimpers loud now that they aren’t muffled, echoing in the small blanket fort. Oceans blue eyes are glazed over and for the first time there’s a different vibe to this half of the quad. “Look at the pretty Toy, lil mutt. Why don’t you ask if she wants you to play with her?” 

The shock is hard to hide when you realize that Nat isn’t being rough with your girlfriend, her tone is light–almost playful as she ruts into her. You had never really seen the two of them be gentle, but you couldn’t help but admire it. You barely remember to answer when Kate finally does ask you, a muttered yes as she pulls you to lay in front of her. Legs falling apart, spread out in front of her face, Kate’s eyes clear momentarily as she wiggles happily. 

Her first lick at you is hesitant, unsure without the permission of Natasha, but when no reprimanding comes about her tongue leaves more pressure. You so desperately want to keep your head up, watching as she struggles to focus between your thighs, but when she sucks your clit into her mouth your head slams back against the floor. “That’s such a good little mutt, wind up our precious toy.” 

Kate’s moans vibrate through your body, each snap of the ginger’s hips push both of you to the edge. The sloppy tongue lapping at you slips into you, the hand in her hair forcing her forward until the tip of her nose rubs up against your clit. You want to make fun of her, tease her just a little that she’s getting fucked so good that she can’t even focus on you. All thoughts go out the window when you make eye contact with her, the dark cobalt almost black eyes staring you down screaming a silent plea. 

The sight Wanda comes back to is something that she always finds magical, even more so than the type she controls. She loves watching her girls all in sync, desperate to get the other ones off.  It’s messy and it makes her chuckle, knowing the three of them are always just slightly lost without her there. Slipping behind Natasha, the witch lets her hands smooth up her stomach as it flexes. “Come on Natsy, you’re barely fucking your mutt. Something wrong?” 

The older Avenger grunts, trying to shake the hands off of her body to no avail. She knows she won’t be able to shove off the witch when she’s in this mood, so she just huffs and focuses on the way her hips snap into the archer. Watching her strap disappear into her wetness, a shiny gleam left behind. Seeing her cunt stretch around her cock is something that the Russian can never truly get over, a sight that not many get to see. Hearing the muffled whimpers as Kate tries her best to stay coherent enough to get you off is driving the older woman crazy, struggling to keep the atmosphere that is set for the scene. 

She knows something happened during her counterparts’ day out, the two came back entirely different, and while she had no idea what occurred she didn’t want to break the light bubble they created. She knew that the other three were having a blast, but she was scared that if she allowed herself to fall into the soft side of the world with the mutt that she wouldn’t be able to climb out of it at the end of the day. 

Wanda sighs, watching the ginger’s eyes glaze over as her movements go into autopilot. Knowing that the rest of the night can’t have Natasha in charge, she moves around the group. Pulling Kate’s face from your cunt with her magic, she chuckles when she sees the unfocused eyes and wet chin. “We’re moving this cute little nest upstairs, brace yourselves.” Reaching down to cradle your head, she winks at you before you all are magically transported up stairs. The lights floating above you now, and the blankets acting as curtains hiding you all from the rest of the world. 

You’re sitting between the witch’s legs, and if you wiggle just right you can feel your favorite strap rubbing against your ass. Kate is still bouncing with the gentle thrusts, and you can see the widow who is staring down at her. Wanda’s arm wraps around you, pulling you up enough for her to swipe the tip of her strap through your folds. “You’re going to be a good girl and grind on Mommy’s cock, and you’re little stray is going to put her tongue to work on your aching clit. How does that sound? I know you’re just so desperate to get off, little one.” With a curl of her finger, scarlet mist wraps around the archer’s neck pulling her forward until she is just out of reach of your pussy. 

Slowly, her hand on your hip guides you down the length of her cock. It’s always a bit of stretch no matter how many times she fucks you with it, and it makes you whine every single time. Pathetic and high pitched, your noises just makes Kate squirm; impatience setting in. 

Eyes flutter as you finally bottom out, the feeling of being full settling in your stomach makes you already start to feel all fuzzy. “Mommy…so full” Your voice is already slurred, the arousal that burned in your stomach while your girlfriend ate you out came back with a blazing vengeance quickly. Clenching around her cock made you whimper, pushing yourself closer to the edge accidentally. “Wanna cum please.” 

Wanda giggles, an almost too innocent sound right up against your ear. “Oh baby, I love how stupid you get when you’re filled with my cock. Just a mindless little toy anytime I fill you, and you wanna know the best part, my love?” You barely nod, head falling back against her shoulder. She moves your hips so that the head of her strap is rubbing against the soft spot inside of you. “Mommy is going to fill you with her cum, going to claim you and paint your walls with crimson so that no one else can ever touch you without my permission again.” 

Wanda wasn’t quite sure where the sudden possessiveness came from, maybe it was the deep fear that someone could lay their hands on you without being allowed to or maybe it was just the need to remind you that she owns you. She lets her nails drag heavily against the glowing mark on your ribs, smiling to herself when she sees her hips jump. Regardless she watches your wetness drip around her cock, leaving Kate to lick her lips as she struggles to not surge forward. Letting her free hand lay along your stomach, pressing gently, she smiles against your neck as you let out a feral moan. “Free, Stray.” 

Kate barely waits for the two words to fully leave Wanda’s mouth, rushing forward to lick around the strap. She moans against you, vibrations making your eyes roll back, as she gets another taste of you. Wrapping her lips around your clit, she looks up at your face as she sucks. Seeing you blissed out, eyes completely unfocused as you try to nod along with whatever the witch is whispering into your ear makes her own arousal skyrocket. With each snap of the ginger’s hips, she forces the young girl towards the edge and leaves her hanging. She knows that the witch probably wants the two of them to cum together so Natasha tries her hardest to not mess with the idea. 

It’s almost embarrassing how close you are so quickly, but you try to remind yourself that you are still overly sensitive from earlier that day. Your cunt still red, raw, and puffy from the abuse that it withstood from your Daddy. You try to remind yourself of these things when Wanda’s hand wraps around your throat, rings digging into your pulse point. Vision blurring as your moans and whimpers become incoherent, the only you can really focus on is how each mumbled word spoken into your ear is cracking the tense coil in your stomach. 

Your thighs are shaking and you can’t even tell if you’re actually moving anymore or if it’s the magic wrapped around you. Opening your mouth you try to beg for something, anything because you don’t want this night to end. Even if there is an underlying tenseness, you feel like something happened that changed the dynamic forever; something so amazing and you want to live in this moment forever. You know you can’t, your self control over your orgasm is long gone and you’re just holding on for dear life. Breathing is entirely too difficult, but that’s okay because you can feel every single thing. 

Wanda’s lips, a subtle smile as she talks you through everything. Her strap rubbing against the most sensitive part inside of you, and the coil shattering. Kate’s lips wrapped around your clit, her teeth grazing it every so often making your hips jump. Natasha’s hips brutally rutting into your girlfriend, with each thrust shoving her face up against you. It’s too much and tears quickly spill down your cheeks as you sob. Overwhelmed and stuck on the edge until you’re given permission, your frustration bubbles over and you know that it’s exactly what the witch wanted when she takes over for you. Her hips thrusting up into you, as her magic pushes the archer’s face away from you. “That’s it baby, let it all out. You’re gonna cum for Mommy right after she cums in you. Understand? You don’t have to ask.” 

Nodding aggressively, you aren’t even sure if she answers. Holding on for dear life, you can feel the older woman start to lose control and her hips are ramming into you with a force that makes your head flop around. The feeling of her cum shooting into you, flooding you with warmth, almost makes you lose control but it’s Kate reaching up and tangling your fingers together that shatters the coil in your stomach. Waves of blazing arousal searing their way throughout your body, and it’s almost too painful.

The kisses left along the nape of your neck are soothing as you attempt to control your breathing, your heart racing as your body deals with the aftershocks. Entirely too sleepy, and your brain can’t even comprehend the words that Wanda is whispering to you. The only thing that even makes sense is when she says Mommy. When you finally open your eyes, you see Natasha pinning Kate down, licking slowly at her face as it drips with wetness. It makes you whine and even though you’re entirely too overstimulated your hips mindlessly grind down on the strap still firmly inside you. 

A tap along your temple, and a gentle kiss to your cheek, is the last thing you remember before your eyes flutter closed. “Playtime is over, detka.” Wanda’s hushed voice echoing through your head as your body relaxes completely into hers. 

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The two are leaning against the bed frame, silent as they watch their two younger counterparts sleep. Though they just finished having fun, they know that their issues aren’t fixed. Their days were completely different, both coming out of the experiences with what feels like renewed energy is slightly throwing off their own personal relationship dynamic. The ginger can’t help how her gaze flickers over to her girlfriend, emotions threatening to bubble up her throat. Gnawing on her bottom lip, her eyebrows furrow as she tries to figure out what she wants to say. 

“You know, the longer you stare at me the louder the little sighs you let out get.” Wanda’s winks teasingly at the older woman, a small smirk pulling at the corner of her lips. 

The Russian pulls a pillow into her lap, careful to not disturb the heavy head leaning on her leg. She lets the silence blanket around the group as she gathers her thoughts. “I’m not proud of it, but I took my anger with you out on the little toy today. I know that they don’t care, and that it’s something that they in theory enjoy but I never wanted to do that. It was something that I told myself I wouldn’t do, no matter how much she likes it.”  The widow shushes the young witch when she goes to speak, an attempt to calm her thoughts. “No, you know I wanted a different type of dynamic with them. I didn’t want that kind of roughness, and disconnect. It works for some relationships, and it’s beautiful between you two but it was never what we built ours around. Seeing you and Kate come home, from whatever you guys did, it sort of hit me how unfair it could be perceived. How I let my anger take over the power I have over them, she just wanted to eat popcorn and watch her little movie. Something happened when you two were out, something good, and on the opposite end I feel like I caused issues.” Nails scratching at her shins, a nervous tick that Wanda picks up on immediately and reaches out to lay a gentle hand on her. 

It takes a moment but when Wanda finally talks, her voice cracks a few times. “I- this isn’t really the environment to talk about your issues, now is it Natalia?” The ginger’s head shoots up, shock and despair filling her body. Anger wasn’t what she was expecting from the witch right now, if anything she thought that she would be in tune with the emotions that she’s freely showing. Her younger girlfriend is always asking for her to express what she is thinking and feeling without the need for magic, and here she’s doing that but it’s being met with hostility. 

Before either could make another snarky comment, Kate’s body jostles as she starts waking up. Rolling over, rubbing at her eyes, she’s surprised to see the older women staring down at her. Awkwardly waving at the two, the archer rolls around in an attempt to sit up without waking you. Even after the three settle comfortably on the bed, your head nestled against the youngest’s thigh, the silence lays heavy over them. Just as the Russian was going to speak up, she is interrupted by a shaky voice. “Wanda you don’t have to treat me like I’m going to break the moment you touch me.” 

It’s blunt and even with the waver in her voice it still shocks the older women, neither really hearing her be so confident in a statement towards them before. The moment of conviction, even though brief, is already taking a toll on the youngest. Kate curling in on herself, slow as she still takes your sleeping form into consideration. Almost as if the archer is protecting not only herself but you, the only other person who had ever seen her so vulnerable. Even though you aren’t an active participant of the conversation, you lay there as a barrier between the three. 

The relief that floods Kate’s body when Wanda finally picks up on her silent pleas, her quiet voice filling the air as she relays the words that are stuck clinging to the walls of the younger brunette’s throat. Focusing instead on the way you breathe in your sleep, chest rising slowly with each indication that you are safe and alive. Your eyes are moving about, dreaming of something, and for the moment the archer is able to focus on the fact that you are breathing.

Even as the words fall from her mouth, and she can see the emotions flooding the ginger’s eyes in her peripheral vision, Wanda can’t help but stare at the two of you. Something in her heart was telling her that she needed to listen to Natasha. She has what she needed, she loves the spy and knew that in her soul but she couldn’t help but want just a little more. When she met you, she knew she had to have you; but never in what capacity. It was something that was ever growing, never something stationary. 

She never really thought that she would ever have to decide, a part of her always believed that you would be forever obsessed with her; and Natasha in extension. The year long mission was something that wrecked all of her plans, the downfall of her control. Control not only over you, but over herself. She knew that it wouldn’t be long until someone fell for you, and while she would have preferred for you to not find yourself infatuated with them she knew that it didn’t matter. 

The mark that lays along your ribs, a moment of weakness and desperation, is a reminder of the devotion she has to you. A physical representation of her inner thoughts, even if you just thought it was her possession and ownership over you. Now, watching this moment between you and Kate, it’s different for Wanda. She sees something that could even break her magic, something that nothing can break and it’s starting to take a toll on her mind. 

The Sokovian doesn’t realize that she’s whispering by the end of the story, stopping just at the archer’s feelings for you. Blinking, she tears her gaze from the two of you, pointedly avoiding the ginger’s curious look when the youngest speaks up. “I don’t..this isn’t something that I want to change the dynamic. If I thought I couldn’t handle it I wouldn’t be here, and anyways they help me a lot whenever they think it's overwhelming.” The ocean blue eyes are calm, void of waves crashing against one another, as she looks down at you. “I always thought love was this fight, something that if it was rocky and unstable then it wasn’t real. I thought that love was aggressive and mean, leaving you to trudge through this fog that never let up even after finally finding the other person.” 

She doesn’t notice the other two, retracting into themselves as their thoughts begin to take over and leave them gasping for air as the waves that no longer find homage in the archer’s eyes start to drown them. “Until I met this nerdy quiet girl, who somehow saw straight through every single one of my normal games. It didn’t matter what I said or what stupid line I used, even though text, she had me wrapped around her finger the moment we started talking. I learned that love is a fight, but it isn’t violent or angry. You have to fight for each other.” Her voice hushes as you move around in your sleep, subconsciously gripping her shirt as you pull her closer. 

Wanda’s eyes flicker when she gets a flash of strong emotion from Natasha, something that momentarily breaks her normal stoic mask before she is able to paste it back together. The witch wants to reach out, apologize for everything and comfort the widow but she knows that this isn’t the time nor place to do so. This isn’t about them and she can see the assassin slowly building even more walls then she originally had. “It isn’t about fighting each other, nor is it fighting to be that number one position in their lives. As their partner shouldn’t be their number one priority. You came into their lives, you know? They had an entire life before you, family and friends and responsibilities. Their life was filled with things pulling their attention and their focus, and as a partner I learned it isn’t about fighting for attention. It’s about fighting for your partner. There’s days where maybe they can’t do everything, so you do it for them. There will be days where maybe they can’t put everything into you because it isn’t fair to expect them to, and that’s when you fight for them. You fight to make their life easier and make it more enjoyable, to make sure that when everything else in life is finally slowed down that they can live in the moment with you. You aren’t there to take over their life but make it better, and make the time you have with them some of the best memories they could ever even imagine.” 

Kate sighs, finally lifting her head to look at the other two. “I know this isn’t everything that love is about, and maybe I’m so wrong but for me that’s how I see it.” She looks so small as she starts to second guess everything she just said. The silence starts to make her anxious but when she makes eye contact with Wanda her muscles relax. 

Shaking her head, the witch’s eyes flash red as she tries her hardest to settle the insecurities bubbling into the young brunette’s head. She knows that the conversation is over, and while this wasn’t exactly how she thought this would go she knows that there was no point. Natasha has already withdrawn into herself, the mask back as protection. Wanda watches as the ginger stands and begins her normal bedtime routine, footsteps not making a sound as she pads around the room. 

Kate opens her mouth to say something but the older brunette just shushes her gently, leaning over and leaving a soft kiss on her cheek. “Lay down, malý zatúlaný. We’ll talk more later, okay?” It almost breaks her heart as Kate settles in bed, curling slowly around your body with a blank stare as she whispers out a confirmation that she heard the plans. “This isn’t about you, yes? I need you to know that. I meant what I said earlier, and us knowing what happened doesn’t change anything. Natasha just needs a moment to deal with things outside of this, and then she will come back.” It’s enough for the young CEO to relax a bit, color returning to her face as she lets the words sink into her heart. 

Slowly walking out of the room, Wanda makes sure that the two wouldn’t wake up as she shuts the door before she briskly walks down the hall to where she knows the widow would be just sitting. Scoffing as she sees her making a cup of tea, the witch cracks her neck as she sets her hands on the counter. “You know, I never thought you would be such a heartless bitch but once an emotionless assassin always one apparently.” 

Natasha takes her time, stirring the honey into her tea as she normally would and even taking a taste of it before finally turning around to face the witch. Her vibrant forest green eyes rimmed with red as she held back tears, a fake smile plastered on her face. “You think I don’t care about the life of Kate, don’t you? I’m just a soulless monster? Let’s talk about you and your dreams, about the things you know you’re destined to become.” 

Wanda laughs, high pitched and delirious. “This wasn’t about you or your feelings Natalia. Tonight was the time to put everything about yourself to the side and be there for Kate, and you couldn’t even do that. You couldn’t be selfless for even a fucking hour and I think it’s ironic you bring up a stupid prophecy when you were literally born to be a killer. We both were fucked from the moment we took a breath on this stupid rock, Romanoff. You were the one who told me that, and guess what it’s coming back to haunt you.” The agent thought the witch would be angry, let her emotions get the best of her, but for the first time it’s almost like she’s numb. 

The older woman sighs, taking a sip of her tea as she stares at the younger girl over the rim of the mug. Steam almost distorts the image of her counterpart as she lets her words sink in, thinking over what she wants to say. “You know, it’s really funny that you talk about putting our feelings to the side and being all altruistic. Aren’t you the one drooling over Kate’s girlfriend? You think I didn’t see your little heart eyes literally while you were talking about the traumatic experiences? What do you think she would think if she knew your true feelings, hm? She’s oh so protective over the little toy, you really think she would trust you with her heart? Especially because you can’t hide who you are going to become, it’s destiny that you fall into that madness; at least mine was always around.” Setting down her cup, she takes a seat on the bar stool so that she can comfortably lounge. 

“Maybe Kate would be mad, maybe she would be hesitant but let me ask you a question. What will our little princess think when her precious Daddy doesn’t love her? That when you look at her, it isn’t who you want to see anymore? You don’t just call her anymore to see her, but to see if her girlfriend will show up too? I might be destined for madness but at the end of it I’ll still have my Toy, and in the end I believe I’ll have Kate too. What will you have? Your anger and regret?” Wanda spins around, deciding that she is done with this conversation. She has a pull, a need to be near both you and Kate. 

“She’s OUR toy and Kate is MY mutt!” Natasha is leaning across the counter now, hands slapping down on the marble. 

The echoing mocking laughter rings in her ears as she watches the witch walk away, “We’ll see about that.” It isn’t yelled, but placed in her mind as she watches the younger woman slip into the bedroom. The lock clicking into place is a sure sign that she would be sleeping on the couch tonight.

#wanda maximoff x reader #kate bishop x reader #natasha romanoff x reader #wandanat x reader #wandanat x kate #wanda maximoff #natasha romanoff #kate bishop #kitmoas writes #k: TGU main #k: training grounds #marvel fanfiction #marvel wlw #wandanat #peter parker #yelena belova

[kitmoas]

The lights slowly brighten to show four seats, names written on the back of them, and high tables with snacks and drinks surrounding them. In the background there are a few extra chairs, and you can hear people laughing as the voices get louder the closer they come.

We are officially starting Round 2 of TGU Takeover Day in honor of the first birthday! Line up with your questions or statements, anything you would want to say to the main four; now is your chance.

T- *dragging Wanda in as they skip* Mommy! Look!! We’re sitting next to each other again!!

W- Mmmhmmm that we are, detka

K- Oh goodie I get to sit between the bickering oldies

N- Oh hush it mutt or you’ll be sitting on the floor the entire time

K- I bet it would be better than hearing you and wiggly woos fight

W- Don’t worry, little stray, I’ll just put all my snide remarks directly into Nat’s thoughts. Hers are loud enough that I don’t even have to try

T- *yawns*

K- I’ll order you some caffeine, pretty girl, I have a feeling it’s going to be a very long day

#tgu takeover day #k: training grounds #kitmoas writes #wanda maximoff x reader #natasha romanoff x reader #kate bishop x reader #kate bishop #natasha romanoff #wanda maximoff

[kitmoas]

EEEEEEEEEEEKK!!!!!! Okay this kind of makes me feel like (and I don't know how to best articulate it) when Toy has been in Little space for a bit and Kate has been around them, she would... not be in 'puppy space' because I know TGU doesn't have petplay but, I think Toy's cute Little energy would make Kate more puppish and playful and they would just egg each other on more and more hehe

Kate, especially when she doesn’t have to be the main person in charge of Toy, is just SO MUCH FUN. Kate’s a bit better at being an adult and responsible with Toy if WandaNat (or another babysitter) aren’t around, but the moment she’s off the hook off the main stuff

Oooooo kate is crazy and will just get super playful and super fun! Eating junk food and causing chaos all over the house. There’s not a single thing that ever is in its place. Little toy when kate is wrecking havoc is so bratty and wild, which is a whole different side to them. Kate buys little toy literally anything they want so they always have new toys to break and rough house with

Because WandaNat aren’t used to little toy being so chaotic, there’s a lot more punishments whenever kate is letting loose

(I’ll start tagging little toy stuff with k: little toy in case anyone wants to filter it)

#k: TGU building #k: little toy #marvel fanfiction #k: training grounds #wanda maximoff #kate bishop #marvel wlw #natasha romanoff #wandanat

[kitmoas]

Training Grounds

Summary: After over a year with them on a mission, it's time for you to bring home your girlfriend.

Pairing: Kate Bishop x Reader (Romantic), Wanda Maximoff x Natasha Romanoff (Romantic), WandaNat x Reader x Kate Bishop

Genre: Straight smut

Word Count: about 5k

Warnings: Weapon/Magic Use, blood mention, degradation and humiliation, lots of different names, strap-on (r!receiving) *Let me know if I missed any other important ones* A/N: I....just really couldn't stop this one and it somehow became super long. This was not the original intention, but with 3 the hottest mcu ladies I just lost control of this fic. I really hope you guys like it though because I sorta hardcore dived into Kate's golden retriever vibe here lol

Installation One of the Training Grounds Universe

**Minors DNI** **18+ Only**

Kate’s blunt nails were dragging along your back, watching as you moved your hips trying to take more of her length. She wasn’t moving her hips, still unsure of herself while in this position. The dark ocean eyes were filled with amazement as your cunt stretched to take her brand new cock, and she groaned as she felt herself start dripping down her thighs. You wanted more of Kate, no– your body needed more, but words were elusive right now.

Your girlfriend was amazing, but you knew that the world that you used to live in was aggressively different from her mostly sheltered life. Sex with Kate was always amazing and you were never left unsatisfied but you knew that the moment she joined the Avengers the two sides of your life would have to collide.

The feeling of Kate’s calloused hand rubbing the outside of your thighs makes you shiver, and you can feel the hesitancy in her actions as she reaches for your throbbing clit. “I wouldn’t do that if I were you, Mutt.” A pathetic whine tears through your teeth when you feel Kate freeze completely, body tense and her breathing stops. You pull yourself up to lean on your hands as your gaze lifts to look at the two who just walked into the room.

Natasha is leaning on the dresser, a firm smirk in place but her eyes soften when her gaze meets yours. She’s dressed casual in a black thin tank top and gray sweats, a huge change in what you normally see her in. You gulp at the throat clearing of the Sokovian that is leaning in the doorway, arms crossed. Her forest eyes are critiquing the view in front of her, her jaw is tense and you can see her grinding her teeth. Wanda is dressed professionally, a tight scarlet suit but you joyfully take note of the open buttons revealing she’s done with her work day. She scoffs loudly as she watches your hips moving, trying to stuff yourself with the archer’s cock, and you see a subtle roll of her eyes.

“M-Mommy, you said you would be nice.” You feel like you can barely hold yourself up, but you try to make sure the witch remembers her promise to you. Kate is important to you and you didn’t want the two older women to scare her away too quickly.

Your mind is occupied and you don’t have time to realize your mistake before Wanda is standing in front of you, her rings digging into the tender skin in your neck as her fingers tightly grip your throat. The whimper is cut off by a low snarl from the Sokovian, and one of her rings puts extra pressure on your pulse point. “Better think your next words through very carefully, little one. Just because you brought home a stray dog, doesn’t mean I’ll let you off easily.” The emerald orbs are glinting with danger, but only when she glances at the archer do they flicker with crimson.

A gentle hum gets everyone’s attention, and you notice Natasha is standing behind Kate now. You can’t help but giggle at the pure terror in the cobalt eyes when the assassin grips the younger woman’s hips, leaning her chin on Kate’s shoulder. “Are you too stupid to fuck a pretty toy?” The redhead’s eyes are glued to the dark purple strap splitting you open, but the displeased scowl is prominent across her face as she watches you do all the work.

Kate is sputtering now, tripping over syllables and trying to find something to say. The guttural growl from Wanda shot arousal down your spine and panic down the archer’s. Using her grip on your throat she tears you off of Kate’s length and lets you fall into a pathetic pile at her heeled boots. You know better than to get up without permission, but you watch silently as Natasha lays a knife along Kate’s neck. As per usual Wanda hears your worried thoughts and lets her pointed heel land in the middle of your back, silently reminding you who’s in charge. “Listen Bishop, we allowed our toy to find a new buddy to have around while we were gone and you just happened to be their choice.” The witch’s voice is eerily calm as she puts more pressure on your back. “You are nothing more than a mongrel that we have to deal with now, you understand?” She doesn’t wait for a response, but Kate is nodding along. A particularly firm press on your back forces an airy moan from your throat, and by the wet streak slipping down your side you know Wanda broke skin.

The sinful chuckle that comes out of Natasha’s mouth freezes your body, and you’re subconsciously clenching around nothing. “Of course if you’re a good bitch, you may just be rewarded. Now answer my question–” The knife dangles carelessly between the assassin’s fingers, tapping between Kate’s breasts slowly. “Are you, or are you not, too stupid to make a pretty toy like Y/N cum?”

At Kate’s quiet yes the redhead lets her hips, and slips around her to kneel next to you. She’s shoving Wanda’s foot off your back and gently nudging your chin, “You want to get played with, my девочка?” Her thumb is rubbing your cheek softly.

Deep flush rises up your neck under the attention of your assassin, nodding slowly as you lean into her touch. The annoyed scoff above you is barely registered as Natasha leans in, grazing her plump lips slightly against yours but never fully touching. The widow leans back to watch you, scrutinizing every detail of your face, before she raises her eyebrow at you. The flush deepens at the reminder, “Yes Daddy. I wanna be played with.”

The bored clearing of a throat makes Natasha roll her eyes when she glances up at the impatient witch, her face softening when her gaze catches yours again, “Don’t worry detka, Daddy will be there every step of the way.”

You go to answer, feeling a warm heat settle in your stomach from her reassurance but a bright red mist wraps around your throat and drags you to be hanging in the air. “I’m bored and the mongrel is getting fidgety. You need to stop being so soft with the needy little whore, Tasha.” Your body rushes through the air, slamming into the wall before anyone else can speak, and you can hear Kate gasping at the force.

Keeping your eyes downcast, you wait hanging by your throat. Your vision is blurring slightly as you hear movement around you, and Kate’s converse show up in your line of sight. Watching her hand flex as she wraps your legs around her hips. A soft moan bubbles in your chest when you feel her cock rub against your neglected clit and the arousal from early comes back in a blazing vengeance. “Eyes up, little one.”

With permission granted your head snaps up, the mist around your throat dissipates just in time for the bright red flames to settle leaving behind the emerald green eyes. Your entire body slips to be completely dependent on your archer’s strength and Natasha standing steps behind her, the shadow of a smile gracing the assassin's lips as she watches the tip of the archer’s cock slide into you. “Do you see that Mutt? She’s so needy, already dripping onto your cock.”

Kate’s nails dig into your thighs as her entire body tenses at her name, a muffled whine breaks through the archer’s clenched jaw. The uncertainty in her hips as they rut into you makes your entire body tremble, and the mocking laughter that comes from the witch now sitting behind you makes you clench on the cock barely inside you. “Katie please, please move. I need to feel you, I need you.” The brunette snaps her hips into you, sinking the rest of her length into you, but pauses once she fills you.

Natasha reaches over Kate’s shoulder, resting her hand on your cheek “Oh my sweet toy, is this halfwit of a mutt not fucking you prop–” The forest eyes are covered in a mist of red, cutting her off mid-sentence, before a devilish smirk spread across her face and the crimson cleared. “Pretty girl, let’s get you comfy in bed so this stray can fuck you like a bitch in heat.” The widow’s eyes are soft and relaxed as she watches you, but her hands are roughly groping at Kate’s breasts. Her long pale fingers pulling at the archer’s nipples, not caring about the pained whimpers falling from her lips. “Get moving, Mutt.”

Without a second look Natasha spins and leaves the two of you, ocean blue eyes confused and dazed at the loss of the assassin’s fingers. You open your mouth to urge your girlfriend to move but bright crimson mist wraps around her throat. It moves quickly down her entire body, and the feeling of it supporting your body makes you moan quietly.

Too focused on the intoxicating feeling of Wanda’s magic, the feeling of arms wrapping around your torso startles you, Natasha’s smooth nails scratching your sides. You are nestled in between the ginger’s thighs, as you stare up at Kate whose eyes are completely blown out with lust. The archer above you struggled to breath as the crimson seemed to vibrate across her body, filling her slowly; taunting her.

The hands on you travel across your body like a wildfire, igniting waves of arousal as your wetness covers your thighs and soaks the light gray sheets below you. As the widow’s nimble fingers graze over your aching clit, your hips buck and cause Kate’s cock to slip back inside you. A deep growl falls from the archer’s hips as she struggles to find focus through the scarlet haze.

“Awww look Princess, your Mongrel is getting frustrated. Isn’t that so cute? Maybe we’ll have to throw her back out to the streets if she can’t multitask.” Wanda’s mocking voice rings through the mostly silent room, and your head lulls back onto Natasha’s shoulder to look over. The witch is sitting in a large chair, legs folded incredibly too formal for the activity at hand as the rings on her fingers glimmer red.

Your eyes follow her fingers, watching as they twirl lazily, crimson clouds dancing along the metal wrapped around them. “Don’t get too distracted, my pretty girl.” The redhead’s voice barely registers in your mind as your thoughts get lost thinking about Wanda’s fingers filling you, her rings rubbing roughly against your clit. You almost miss Kate’s hips being forced forward. The archer’s length fills you abruptly, stretching you.

The assassin’s left hand is rubbing across your throat, gently scratching her nails at your pulse point. She’s playing with your emotions like she does best, knowing that the anticipation of when she’s going to cut off your oxygen impacts you more than the actual pressure. Your mind is overwhelmed by the attention to your throat and the feeling of Kate’s sloppy thrusts that you completely missed the ginger’s fingers slipping between your thighs.

Delicate pressure on your clit forces you over the edge, blind sighting you completely. Your body is shaking as your hips bucking forces Kate’s to rut into you more. The quiet whispers coming from the widow’s body are soothing, as your entire body weight lays on her. It takes a few minutes for your breathing to mostly settle, but with the archer between your thighs still thrusting slowly you can’t fully come down from your high. The hand that was teasing your throat wraps perfectly, nails digging slightly into your tender skin. “Did Daddy’s pretty whore just cum without permission?”

Your eyes struggle to open but meet Kate’s gaze as they do, red wrapped around her entire body as her own eyes flutter back. Wanda’s magic is digging into the archer’s neck and forcing her hips to rut faster into you, bright red with anger. The sharp sound of metal on metal causes your head to snap over to the witch, and you watch as she drags her rings down the metal arm of the chair. “Just a fucking spoiled little fuck toy, aren’t you Y/N? Did your Mongrel spoil you while Mommy and Daddy were away protecting you?” You go to answer, but the subtle head tilt shuts you up immediately, “Your Daddy is way too soft with you and your stray doesn’t even know how to fuck you without my help, so I guess it really is up to me to make sure all three of you know your place. Isn’t that right, brat?”

You weren’t ready for everything to stop, all the sensations you were experiencing disappeared suddenly as Kate was pinned to the far wall and Natasha slipped out from behind you. Blinding red wrapped around your body settles you on your hands and knees. Wanda’s heeled boots step into your line of vision, and you have to force your head to stay lowered as your brain craves her eyes. Cold metal rings knocking on your forehead prompts you to look up and the soft forest eyes make the wetness between your thighs increase tenfold.

The witch above you slides her fingers into your mouth, her nails and rings hit your teeth making you wince in pain but the way she’s fucking your mouth takes away any pain. The tips of her fingers are gagging and the moans behind her are peaking your interest, before you can stop yourself your body is leaning to the side trying to look. “Where the fuck do you think you’re going, pathetic brat?” The grip on your chin tightens and the fingers slip farther down your throat as Wanda forces your gaze back to you. She scoffs down at you as your body trembles, uncontrollably, needing to be touched. “If you two are done back there, I think the idiot mongrel can handle fucking the needy whore.”

Kate stumbles into your view with deep red slightly leaking lines across her torso and the source glimmers dangerously in Natasha’s hand, as she follows the archer to stand next to the Sokovian. Your eyes are stuck on the drops of scarlet littering the pale skin of your girlfriend, and you don’t realize your mouth is hanging open. Natasha is snickering at your lust blown eyes and the impatience that is radiating off of Wanda, her small dagger spinning slowly in her hand. The spit that lands on your tongue makes you flinch but you’re quick to make sure to roll your tongue, preventing it from falling from your mouth. “Do I really have to do everything here? Did you forget all your training because you got a sweet pet to spoil you? You belong to your Daddy and I, correct brat?” The quiet yes Mommy was enough to satisfy the witch for now as she stands, quietly ordering the other two around.

Natasha bends down to be at the same eye level as you, brandishing a new weapon; a shiny arrow head. It seems larger than normal as she drags it across your bottom lip, and you taste the small droplets of blood that spread across your mouth. She’s humming lightly, letting you know that she’s entertained by your reactions but getting bored. She’s always expecting more, knowing you can push yourself more.

The distracting widow allowed your girlfriend to slip behind you, clearing her throat loudly before sliding her entire length in your dripping cunt. “Fuck baby, your needy pussy is dripping all over the place.” The ridiculing laughter from Wanda causes Kate’s entire body to flush in embarrassment, the older woman’s hand gripping the back of the archer’s neck as red tendrils leak into the blue eyes. “Such a stupid cock whore for me, isn’t that right Y/N? Gonna make you cum all over, and beg for more after.”

The approving hum of the witch behind Kate is all you hear, and the archer’s hips stutter just as she was finding her rhythm. You don’t see the scarlet vapor spreading across Kate’s body, vibrating softly as it maps out the pale skin. Wanda’s nails are dragging across the younger girl’s torso, rings catching on the small cuts that clutter her skin. The slick coating her thighs is dripping down onto the sheets, making Natasha cringe as she looks at the large wet spot below the two of you. The ginger is whispering to you, praising you as you take Kate’s cock, her thumb pressed firmly into your mouth letting you suck on it. “Look at you pretty girl, taking that big cock so well. Your messy little cunt is stretched so far, does it feel good? Is your mutt finally fucking you right?”

Her words are always spoken so softly, and it makes you clench around Kate’s strap. The archer behind you is struggling to keep up, your hips moving trying to take as much of her cock as you can, and Wanda’s magic is pushing her closer to the edge. You can’t hear what Wanda is saying to the younger brunette, but you can feel the effect it is having on her as her nails dig into your hips; positive that she broke the skin.

The feeling of Kate’s faltering thrusts coupled with the fact that Natasha is trailing the arrow head down your body makes your entire mind go blank, and you know Wanda realizes it from the arrogant snickering. “See that Stray, the little whore is a mess under you. Fucking her so good that she’s gonna soak your cock. Finally going to prove yourself and make us proud, aren't you little Mongrel?”

Kate’s body is tense as she feels herself getting pushed towards the edge, watching her cock stretch you was something she never thought she would want to see but it made her own cunt drip. Wanda’s magic is exhilarating and she’s surprised at the strength behind each of her ruts into you. Her eyes are struggling to stay open, wanting to watch your pussy stretch and catching the gleaming arrowhead making its way down your body. The praise coming from the witch behind her is something she never knew she was into, but her body’s reaction isn’t something she can ignore. The magical ghost of a strap is thrusting into the archer’s body, and the need to make the two older women proud is making her ignore her own impending orgasm to force you over the edge.

The coil in your stomach is taut, none of the words being spoken were reaching your brain as the feeling of Kate rutting into you was overwhelming. The archer never used your body like this before, usually she preferred to make love to you slowly and lovingly. You weren’t sure if it was the magic flowing through her veins or the threat of the two older women, but with each bold snap of her hips you could feel the edge approaching. You hadn’t realized you were babbling out loud, begging for Kate to make you cum. The words were leaving your mouth before you could stop them, and your body was covered in sweat as you struggled to keep yourself from falling into a blissful high.

The wet sounds of Kate’s hips meeting yours are barely heard through the filthy moans falling from your lips, as the archer is pushed by Wanda to heavily lay her torso onto you. The two older women meet gazes over you two, and the smirks that are exchanged are enough words between the two. Natasha’s voice is sultry and quiet, but breaks up the overwhelming whimpering and moans. “Well looks like Mutt really can fuck our pretty little toy, but can she breed her? Would you like that Bitch? Do you want to breed our pretty whore?”

“Wanna breed her, gonna destroy this needy little cunt and make you cum so many times princess. Such a spoiled little slut, but I’ll ruin this pussy until you can’t think of anything but my cock filling you.” Kate’s entire upper body is only being held up by one hand as she tangles her other in your hair. Her teeth are nipping and biting into the small between your shoulder blades, leaving marks and claiming you. Her words are coming out between labored breaths and muffled against your skin.

You were so consumed by Kate’s words and her hips rutting into you that you completely missed Natasha’s hand finally making its way between your thighs, trapped some from the weight of the two of you. The feeling of the cold metal arrowhead circling your neglected clit was enough for you to lose all control, the coil in your stomach crumbling as you’re forced over the edge. Wetness coats Kate’s hips and drips down your body soaking Nat’s hand below you, the waves of pleasure don’t stop as the archer is slamming her hips into you chasing her own high.

A particular hard thrust and Kate’s entire body tenses above you, and the weight of her body collapsing causes the two of you to fall into a pile of messy limbs. Her body is shaking and there’s low groans falling from her lips, and her twitching hips move the cock that’s still inside of you prolonging your own high. Your girlfriend tiredly looks up at Natasha, who’s wide derisive grin is plastered across her face, as she nods to the witch behind us.

“Are you already exhausted, Stray? Our pretty little toy has at least one more in her, are you really going to leave her hanging?” Wanda rolls the archer off of you, not caring as she falls off of the bed into a heap on the floor. Dragging her sharp nails down your spine, smiling fondly at the bright red lines that chase her fingers; pride swelling at the beads of crimson that form. “Get up little one, you’re going to cum again for Mommy.”

Natasha is straddling Kate with a knife against her throat, hushed words muttered directly into the younger woman’s ear, as Wanda’s hand wraps around your throat and uses it as leverage to pull you up onto your knees. Your entire body is sore and quivering but you can still feel yourself making a mess as Wanda’s rings press into your pulse point, but the feeling of being on your knees for Wanda is familiar and you feel at home. “My pretty little slut, are you ready to put in some work? Earn your last orgasm like we trained you to do?” The hand around your throat prevents you from answering verbally, but the slow nod is enough for the witch. She drags you off the bed by your throat, and lets you fall next to Kate.

You watch silently as Natasha grinds down on Kate’s thigh, her dagger is against the archer’s throat and the ginger is aggressively murmuring into her ear. The blood rushing in your head prevents you from hearing most of it, but you can tell it’s flustering your girlfriend by the deep red spreading across her collarbone and up her neck. You can tell by the widow’s movements that she’s close as she yanks Kate’s head back, forcing her gaze to the ceiling. Arousal invades your body at the thought of seeing Natasha come undone, a thing you haven’t seen in over a year, but Wanda’s heel digs into your shoulder blade and you instantly avert your eyes. The barely there gasp is your only indication that the older woman reached her own high, and you whine involuntarily at missing out.

Magic lifts you before you can really sulk, and you have now taken Natasha's place straddling your girlfriend. The tip of her cock is rubbing against your clit and it leaves you breathless, but you stay still waiting for instruction. The calloused hands grip your hips, guiding you to start taking her length. You slide down slowly and Kate’s eyes are glued as you stretch to take her girth.

Your eyes were closed tightly, enjoying the stretch, but an abrupt snap causes you to open your eyes to see Wanda sitting in the chair across from you with her legs spread. Her glistening cunt on full display, and you can’t help whimpering at how far away she is. The chuckle that tumbles from her arrogant smirk makes you clench around Kate’s cock as she snaps her hips into you, forcing you to take her entire length. “Let’s play a game little one. You are going to make your Daddy cum–” Your eyes snap to see Natasha leaning against the wall, legs spread and her hand lazily rubbing her clit.”and your pretty little moans better be filthy enough to get me off. If you can do it, maybe you two will be allowed to cum for us. Think you can last long enough to make me cum pretty girl?”

You weren’t even sure if your brain had fully caught up with the task at hand, but your body had begun. Hips raising slowly at first, and slamming back down, trying to gain some sort of control over your own impending orgasm. Focused on Natasha, you completely missed Kate’s hand reaching up and tangling in your hair. The harsh tug drags a guttural moan from your throat and your hips stutter in the sloppy rhythm you created.

Natasha’s groans reach your ears and you can tell she’s already sensitive, and it shoves you towards the edge. “Fuck..Daddy. I wanna see you cum, wouldn’t you love to make a mess of your girl?” You weren’t sure what was coming out of your mouth, but you just wanted to see the ginger cum. It didn’t take much after hours of playing and an orgasm, Natasha’s body tensing and her own hand getting trapped in between her thighs. She holds your gaze as she cums, and she lets out a small whimper.

A light red tendril of magic grips at your chin, forcing you to look over at Wanda and her hips are already raising off the chair to meet her fingers that are thrusting into her own dripping cunt. Her head is thrown back, and her bottom lip is trapped between her teeth so tightly you are sure she’s about to break the skin. Kate is rutting up into you now, a rapid pace set, and your entire body is already tense. You can’t tear your eyes away from the witch’s face and the sound of her her fucking into her own wetness is the only thing you can hear. A breathy moan escaped her lips somehow and it makes you whimper loudly, “..Mommy.” It’s like the name snapped the coil in her body and you watch as her back arches, and wetness gushes out around her fingers, her mouth hangs open in a silent moan.

The moans that are falling from your mouth are filthy and Kate’s hips are snapping into you, her cock slamming into you at an almost painful pace. Her mouth is sucking deep bruises across your sternum, and the moans she’s letting out vibrate through your body. Incoherent words leave your mouth, and there’s tears slowly running down your cheeks, begging for the tension in your stomach to be released. The crimson ghost of fingers pulling at your clit is the only permission you receive before your girlfriend’s thrusts force you over the edge. The only recognizable word slipping from your lips was a broken sob, “--Puppy”.

The moan that left your girlfriend’s lips caused another wave of wetness to soak her hips below you, and the high that you were on felt more intense than anything you ever felt before. Her entire body was rigid and you could barely comprehend anything other than the incredible feeling rushing your veins, and your mind was completely blank.

The next time you open your eyes you're laying in between Wanda’s legs with Kate’s head on your stomach. The Sokovian is singing softly in her native language and it makes your heart flutter, and your entire being is warm and fuzzy. One of her hands is tangled with Kate’s while the other is running through your hair slowly, her head leaning against yours. Kate’s quiet snores start to lull you to sleep but your sudden curiosity of where Natasha is makes you flinch, thankfully not waking the archer.

“Shhh detka, Daddy will be right back.” The witch’s voice is quiet and her lips rub against her forehead as she speaks. “I’m so proud of you little one, you did so good.” Kate turns in her sleep, and Wanda can’t help but laugh. “Yes, Stray, you did good too.” She’s interrupted by Natasha slipping back into the room with towels and a box of supplies.

“I see Mommy woke you up Princess.” Her voice is light and teasing, and the smile on her face makes your breath hitch in your throat. The ginger is quick to clean the three of you up as much as she can without waking the sleeping archer, before she slips the younger girl off of you and you all roll around until you are laying down. Wanda is wrapped around you, and you can feel the steady beat of her heart against your back. Kate is on her back with your head nestled against her side, and Natasha chin digging into her shoulder as she looks at the rest of you.

It’s silent and you are definitely almost asleep when you hear Natasha’s quiet voice, “Let’s keep the mutt.” It’s Wanda’s sleep filled hum of agreement that you fall asleep to as you realize that your two worlds have collided in the best way possible.

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Training Grounds

A WandaNat x Reader x Kate 18+ AU

Summary: Kate just needs a little bit of training, and you know just the two people for the job.

Main Plot:

Season 1 -Installation 1: Training Grounds -Installation 2: All of Ours -Installation 3: Break You -Installation 4: Two Sides//Same Coin -Installation 5: Counterparts and Countermoves Season Finale Installation 1: Now, Then, and Forever/ Season Finale Installation 2: /Evermore

Season 2 (Coming Soon)

Universe Navigation

Universe Building (random facts about the AU)

Blurbs (any small piece of work)

Drabbles (...in this AU this is anything from about 1k-4k words)

Character Specific Answers

k: pup!kate (anything to do with the lovable pup)

k: witchy (Wanda is the superior witch)

k: widow1 (It's Natasha's best code name)

k: trainers: (WandaNat central)

k: pets (Kate and Toy are always getting into trouble)

Other Things

Playlists

Chronological Order

Mood Boards

Pictures (Any pictures-info or fun)

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Break You

Summary: Who's going to break first? Toy or Pup?

Pairing: WandaNat x Reader x Kate Bishop, WandaNat x Kate Bishop

Genre: Smut...but like theres definitely some plot in there

Word: like...7.5k

Warnings: Degrading, Headspaces, Weapon/Magic play, mentions of blood, strap-on

*Let me know if I missed anything important*

A/N: And the long awaited TGU installation 3 is here! This is a pretty pivotal part of the story, so hopefully you guys like it. Kate really...has a lotta fun in this one. I feel like these installations are just going to continually get longer with each...oops lol all mistakes are definitely mine too lol

***MINORS DNI*** ***18+ ONLY***

Training Grounds Master List

The words on the screen were blurring and it felt like you couldn’t understand any of it. Your head was pounding and all the empty red bull cans were thrown around the room, small puddles leaking out of crushed metal. Hours into trying to cram in all the essays and projects assigned for midterms, on top of studying for three exams, was killing your head and it made you feel incredibly stupid.

Frustrated tears were welling up in your eyes and you could feel your head start to get all foggy. A pathetic whimper left your lips as you rolled your desk chair back, your forehead coming to rest on your knees as you curled up on yourself. Your brain was swirling and your entire body felt floaty, but a low burning self hatred threatened to bubble up. How can your idiotic older brother be excelling at life and you can barely graduate college? You could hear the voices in your head screaming at you, telling you how stupid you were. You could hear your parents’ voices saying how disappointed they were in you, disappointed that you were leaving the family field.

Your hands had made their way into your hair, tangled tightly as you struggled to get your thoughts in line. Trying to focus on anything good but you begin failing at that, making your head spiral even more and hot tears start rolling down your cheeks. A small puddle of tears had formed when the front door opened to Kate’s apartment, which you had taken over for studying that week. Strong arms pulled you out of the chair and you couldn’t help but blindly fight against them, even after smelling Wanda’s sweet perfume.

The strong vibration of magic wrapping around you, restraining you, makes you sob harder. Slim fingers pushing wet strands of hair out of your face, “Little one..come on. Focus on Mommy’s voice.” Her voice is quiet, your hyperventilating drowning out the calming tone. A firm hand grips your chin, forcing your head up to help you breathe better while her other hand gently touches your temple. There’s a flicker of wavering confidence as she thinks her actions out, fleeting uncertainty as she listens to your miserable blubbering.

When the witch finally deciphers the self degrading mumbles coming out her decision is made for her, wisps of scarlet mist seeps into your mind and clears it completely. Your entire body goes slack falling into hers, forcing her to sit with you lying curled up in her lap. That’s where Kate and Natasha found the two of you four hours later, dried tears staining your face as you slept hiding against Wanda. The witch’s eyes were enough for the widow to step into action, directing Kate to take you upstairs and stay there with you until she came to get the two of you.

Hands wrapping around your body, jostling you awake, and a grumpy whine leaves your throat. Your girlfriend shushes you as she carries you upstairs, softly placing you on the bed and arranging your body to cuddle into her. Your face hides in her neck and your hand immediately pushes under her shirt to scratch lightly at her stomach, a whimper leaving your throat when you realize the older women didn’t follow. Her quiet voice breaks the heavy silence as she sings a soft melody, her hand rubbing along your back easing you back into a restless slumber.

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The ginger watches as Kate carries you out of the room, waiting until she can no longer hear footsteps before spinning around and kneeling in front of Wanda. The witch looks young as she trembles in her curled up position, hugging her knees as she shields herself away from the world. “What happened, my little witch?” Natasha’s voice was shaky but hushed, attempting to not startle the brunette.

The two sit in silence for over thirty minutes before Wanda finally speaks up, voice broken and throat dry. “I- um had to use my magic. She was…she was sobbing and the panic and she was hurting so much.” The widow’s heart plummets, remembering what it feels like when the chaos magic was forced through her brain. While she knows that Wanda has a much better control over her powers, she also knows that the witch tries her hardest to never truly go through your mind. “I- didn’t mean to hurt her. I shouldn’t have done it. I- I hurt her and now she..she’s gonna hate me.”

The widow wishes she could say that Wanda didn’t hurt you. She wishes that she could ease the fear radiating off of her girlfriend, but she wasn’t confident enough to do that. Without you being awake, and coherent, there was no true way to know if your brain stood up well to the witch’s magic.

Natasha slides to lean against the wall next to Wanda, not knowing what to say or do. The sigh that leaves her lips makes the young woman choke back a sob, her head flopping down onto the ginger’s shoulder miserably.

Soft lips press against the brown hair, conflict running through her mind. Natasha sighs again, but whispers softly to the witch. Silent reassurance, a futile attempt to calm the anxiety coursing through her veins.

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The sun was hot despite the snow that still lingered on the ground as the four of you silently walked through the streets of New York. Kate’s rough calloused hand was warm as you held it between your hands, trying to stop yourself from shivering too much. The two older women were in front of you, clearing a place to walk on the busy sidewalk, as you all moved towards the small apartment. The atmosphere between you and the witch has been a little tense, Wanda scared to do much other than pamper you. Thankfully when it was all four of you the focus wasn’t on the breakdown you had, instead the normal teasing and light feeling was all you could feel.

Stepping up to the apartment door was a blessing as you hopped on your toes, excited to finally get into the warmth. You watch as Natasha knocks on the door, non-stop until the door quickly swings open to reveal a frazzled Peter with a toothbrush in his mouth. “I yuwer cmin”

Wanda’s face contorts into a slightly disgusted expression as she watches a drip of toothpaste hit the ground, sharing a look with the widow. Next to you Kate sighs, and you take the lead pushing past the older two to walk into the familiar living room. Kate just grabs the toothbrush, tearing it out of Peter’s mouth. “Be polite, apologize before they never let Y/N ever come back here.” Her voice is low, coming out quick and firm.

The stuttering and wide eyes that follow her command makes you giggle. “I- um I apologize for being under prepared and..” He looks around at the mess in the corners of his mostly empty apartment. “Not cleaned? I really am sorry Ms…um witch and Ms. Widow.”

You roll your eyes at him, and push Kate away. “Don’t be mean Katie.” An exasperated sigh tumbles out of your mouth as you watch the the two best friends start to rough house some over some stupid petty comment, and you turn to the older Avengers in the room. “I’ll be fine. I promise. You guys have seen him in the field, and in training. He can protect me if needed, not like I need a man to protect me but I get you guys are nervous.” You watch as the two try to rebuild that mask quickly, not wanting to seem weak.

“We just like.. We aren’t..” Wanda, in a rare moment of obvious insecurity, glares at the ground as overwhelming emotion bubbles up to the surface.

You quickly lean up cutting her off with a gentle kiss, only pulling away once she melts into you. “We’re okay Mommy.” Your voice is quiet, her hair falling around the two of you acting as a curtain cutting you off to the rest of the world. “I am okay. I’m more than okay.” The smile you give her calms her nerves and she kisses your nose, causing you to giggle.

The two of you pull away when you hear Natasha getting in between Kate and Peter, the witch pulling you into her side as she leaves a soft kiss against your hair covered temple. “Baby spider! Just a little itsy bitsy baby spider!” Wanda has to bury her face in your shoulder to stop the giggles coming out of her mouth as she watches the widow slowly turn her head towards the archer, an accusing look on her face.

The look of panic on Kate’s face is comical as she tries to backtrack, stuttering that she was talking to Peter and not Natasha. The widow just rolls her eyes and pushes the brunette towards you, turning to look at the young spider. “You will take care of Y/N? Yes? I don’t leave her with people I don’t trust, but Kate trusts you and apparently so does Tony so you better not mess that up.” The boy nods and steps aside to let you say goodbye to the three women.

The goodbyes are quick, the older women not usually openly soft around others. Kate gives you an overly messy kiss just to hear Peter complain, before she slips off her hoodie. She hands it to you with a wink, “Alrighty Petes take care of my girl and make sure she passes her midterms. I need a scientist girlfriend. We’ll be at the conference for a day but we’ll be just normally training after that so we’ll just be a text away.”

Natasha and Wanda basically have to pull your girlfriend back out the door, and you finally spin to look at Peter when the door clicks shut and the Stark security system engages. The two of you smirk at each other before sprinting to the kitchen, junk food and snacks already in mind.

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The conference was boring but it still made Kate feel like a real Avenger when she got to sit at the head table in front of hundreds of S.H.I.E.L.D agents. She wasn’t asked a single question, nor was she mentioned in any way, but there she was sitting with the rest of them. The archer was exhilarated, and it didn’t stop after she left the large arena with Natasha and Wanda.

The young Avenger literally runs circles around the two of them as they walk to the quinjet, talking up a storm as she reads them every note she took. The rest of the team mostly tries to ignore the newest member, each request for her to chill missed in her whirlwind of excitement. Everyone is incredibly exhausted after hours of speaking and demonstrating and the group usually all lay around the jet in silence after things like this, trying to recharge together. The older women tried hardest to not get annoyed, but the longer the young CEO rambled about the boring conference the more the two just couldn’t help but get angry.

Wanda was staring out the back window, watching the clouds go by trying to ignore the irritation. She knows that she needs to let Natasha take the reins, but she would never let one of hers act this way. Closing her eyes and trying to focus on her breathing, the Sokovian sits up and leans against the wall. Excitement is one thing, but this was a public team event. The witch could see the irritation pouring off the rest of the team, well except for Steve who was thrilled someone else paid attention for once.

Chaos swirls underneath Wanda’s skin, itching to get out as it grows in power with her heightened vexation, before her eyes snap open. Pure scarlet orbs glow in the dimmed lights as she stares at the archer just a few feet away from her. The girl has ignored the many times that the entire team told her that they wanted to relax, she has ignored both Natasha and herself. Wanda cannot put up with it anymore. Disrespect was disrespect regardless of mood, and if the young archer couldn’t wait until they were at least alone to push boundaries then Wanda wouldn’t wait to put her in her place.

Standing was slow for the witch, steps precise as she stalks over to the archer. Ocean blue eyes meet red immediately, and the young Avenger eyebrows knit in confusion. “Wan-” The slap across Kate’s cheek echoes throughout the jet, glowing eyes trained down on her. The burning hand print is apparent on the archer’s pale cheek, but it’s the bright flush spreading across her face that makes the witch chuckle.

“It’s Водич to you, Mongrel.” The entire team diverts their eyes, knowing the drill after watching you go through your training, as Natasha stands wanting to be involved in some way. Tony watches the widow walk in the mirror, laughing to himself knowing the two just had to get a brat to break. “Would have thought you knew your manners by now, but obviously you don’t know how to let others relax. I always knew your dumb little brain couldn’t handle much, but I thought you were at least smart enough to be able to listen to direct orders.” A strand of magic had made its way around the archer’s throat, tightening each time she opened her mouth to reply. “Nuh uh, Strays don’t speak.”

The ginger steps up behind Wanda, laying a gentle hand on her hip, “C’mon Wands don’t do this here.” Twin forest eyes meet as the magic around Kate’s throat dissipates, causing her to fall forward onto her knees. The young brunette goes to lift her head but Wanda grips the top of her hair tightly, pushing down to force her eyes to the ground.

“You really are soft Tasha, even on the Stray. Such a pity too, she’s finally quiet.” Wanda sneers down at Kate, rings pushing into her skull making her flinch. The witch stares at Natasha, an eyebrow raised tempting her to argue the fact. The brunette smirks as she watches the ginger struggle to keep her anger under control. She taps her thigh, signaling for Kate to lean her head there.

Natasha watches the archer comply, smiling briefly, before her green eyes raise to meet Wanda’s hard stare again. “Водич, hm? Does the stupid mutt even know what that means yet?” A smirk spreads across her face as she notices Wanda catching on, the two finally finding a stride together. Before the young witch can reply, Tony is standing up and clapping his hands, pointedly interrupting the show. The man announces that they’ve returned to the compound as he over exaggerates walking around the trio.

The older two sigh and begin walking away, leaving Kate to scramble to get up and follow. By the time that the archer finally finds them, in her own room, the two are standing there unimpressed. Wanda is leaning against her dresser, a bored expression on her face as she inspects her nails. Natasha stands in the middle of the room holding the custom black collar with a metal widow syllable on the inside, the leash that hangs from it is a mixture of the two older women.

“Knees.” The widow watches with muted pride as the young woman immediately kneels in front of her, sitting pretty with her back straight and head down. Natasha leans down, slowly clasping the collar around Kate’s throat. “This isn’t necessarily a punishment, okay little mutt? Don’t look so scared.”Her chuckle is cynical at the tremors shaking the archer’s body. “It’ll only hurt a little.” The young brunette startles at that line and looks up, almost making eye contact before she’s yanked forward. Natasha snickers down at the archer, mockingly, as she watches her face plant into the hardwood floor.

The ginger lets go of the leash as she begins to circle the young girl, who's struggling to get up against the layer of magic that now settles on her back. “Whose are you, Mutt? Do you know or are you already too stupid to answer?” She smirks as she glances over at Wanda, who’s bright red eyes indicate the focus she has as she manipulates her magic around the slim frame.

Kate’s eyes are glazing over, the crimson mist seeping into her body vibrates and the arousal she feels makes her flush with embarrassment. The archer can’t quite focus, struggling under the intoxicating influence of Wanda, but there’s something else in her mind; a thick fog. Natasha uses her foot to snap the brunette’s head back, forcing her to look up at the unimpressed expression on her face. “I won’t ask a second time.”

Unfocused ocean eyes squint some against the blinding red, her head leaning heavily against the combat boot. Despite opening and closing her mouth multiple times in prep her voice comes out hoarse and uncertain, “Водич and… uh- yours?” The magic and the boot disappear at once, a sharp sting of pain fills Kate’s head as her chin smacks against the floor.

Natasha kneels down, invading the young girl’s space, a gleaming blade tight in her fist. She watches the tip of the dagger run across Kate’s bottom lip, a dangerous smirk gracing the ginger’s face. “Oh Mutt you are Wanda’s, but you’re mine. I’m the one who handles you, understand?” She waits for the nervous gulp before continuing, “Do you want to be owned by me, by your хозяин?” The widow lets the tip of the blade pierce Kate’s bottom lip, watching with hooded eyes as a small drop of blood forms.

Using the leash Natasha drags the younger girl up, clashing their lips together, moaning at the fleeting taste of copper. “Say it Mutt, say you’re mine and I won’t ever let you go again. Say you’re mine and we can really begin.” The words were rushed, mumbled against Kate’s mouth as Natasha claimed it for her own. Breath heavy and warm with teeth biting into lips and clashing messily with each other.

Kate could barely keep up, mind overwhelmed by Natasha and her actions but she could feel in her body what she wanted. “Yes..Na- хозяин. You own me.” The archer voice is uncertain when pronouncing the foreign word and it makes the older Avenger chuckle as she stares down at her property. Kate raises her head with that cute confidence she approaches most of her life with, and in a moment of softness Natasha smiles down at her.

The redhead pushes a single piece of hair behind the young archer’s ear, smiling at her. “That’s my good little mutt.” She keeps eye contact with the foggy blue eyes, watching intently as she slowly ties the leash around her wrists. “Bed. Now.” The tone change shocks Kate, spluttering as she struggles to stabilize herself enough to trip towards the bed.

Natasha stands slowly, walking across the room to where Wanda sits against the wall. The witch is smirking, lazily watching as Kate wiggles around on the bed. “Хозяин huh? Weren’t you just the one who mocked my title?” The teasing tone is quiet as she watches her girlfriend pull out supplies slowly, most notably a bright purple blade shining in the light. She clears her throat when she sees Kate pulling at the leash around her wrists, making Natasha close the first drawer pointedly.

As the widow leans down to get the last bit of toys she wants to try, she rolls her eyes up at Wanda. “You, my Little Witch, decided to do everything in front of the team. I have class.” A victorious grin spreads across the widow’s face as she places her favorite strap on the dresser, leaning into Wanda’s space now. A whine behind them making them both roll their eyes, choosing to continually ignore the desperate means of attention grabbing.

The witch snorts, laughing at the other woman. “You have class? The first time you had Y/N kneel at your feet it was during a team meeting and Steve couldn’t stop blushing.” Pulling her closer with the collar of her shirt, the two let their foreheads rest against each other. A moment between the two, letting them remember why they do this.

The whines from the bed continue to get louder, but they are abruptly cut off when Natasha spins around abruptly. She’s putting on a bracelet, slowly, as she begins stalking towards the bed. “You look so pathetic when you struggle, little bitch.” Kate freezes in her attempt to pull the tight knot apart with her teeth, guilt filled eyes widening at being caught. The widow slips a purple blade out from a pocket on her thigh, flashing a devious smile at the archer. “You know, I figured since this would be the first time we get to break you, what better time to mix our colors.” The ginger lets the knife run down the front of Kate’s torso, slicing through the flimsy fabric of her t-shirt. Crimson starts slowly soaking the light rose cotton, both sets of green eyes locked to the scene in front of them.

Droplets of red run down the shiny plum blade, making Natasha beam mockingly. She lifts the knife up to Kate’s mouth, running the tip along her lip. “Clean it for your Хозяин.” Natasha and Wanda share a quick look as the archer’s tongue flicks out from between her lips, tentatively licking at the warm liquid. A low hum of approval leaves the widow’s mouth when Kate starts lightly sucking on the tip.

Slipping a slim hand into the brunette’s hair, Natasha gives her a moment before the grip tights and forces her head back. Forcing the knife just an inch more in her mouth, feeling the edge drag against her tongue, “I know you can take more. You can take everything I give you, not like you have much of a choice do you? Your dumb little brain just can’t handle that much responsibility.” Watching the ocean eyes fog over even more makes a shiver travel down the redhead’s spine, and she smirks when the brunette starts rubbing her thighs together. “The mutt loves this doesn’t she? I bet that needy little pussy is soaked already and all you’ve done is clean my knife. What a desperate pathetic bitch you are.”

The whimper is muffled as it vibrates through the metal, making Natasha’s eyes light up, but a hand pulling the knife out of Kate’s mouth makes them both look over to Wanda. The witch walks around the bed, climbing onto the sheets gracefully and settles behind the younger brunette. Quirking an eyebrow, she sends Natasha off to get her next toy while wrapping an arm around the archer’s waist. “Now stray..” Wanda’s hand travels down Kate’s quivering stomach, slightly smearing the still warm but sticky liquid as she slips her fingers past the elastic of her yoga pants. “Tell me, did you like kneeling in front of the entire team? Has your stupid little cunt been this soaked since I slapped you in front of your heroes?”

Kate can’t focus on anything besides the feeling of Wanda’s fingers running teasingly through her folds. Her head is extremely fuzzy and she just wants the two older women to touch her. She wants relief, relief from the arousal that drowned her system the moment Wanda slapped her. Confusion floods her system when she hears the Sokovian’s deep chuckles, and she flushes at the moan that escapes from her lips. “Your thoughts are so cute. Don’t worry, you’ll be touched. You won’t be leaving this bed until you're begging for mercy, mongrel.” The leash, once tying her wrists together, is now wrapped around her throat.

Natasha reaches out, gripping onto the leash collar combo, as she steps in front of the bed. She watches as Kate’s eyes struggle to focus, but when they do her gaze lands on the large strap now gracing the widow’s hips. Feeling the young girl swallow nervously against her fingers, Natasha leans in. “Open that mouth for me.” The pale jaw barely drops when the widow spits directly onto her tongue, watching it pool there with satisfaction. “Should we put that loud mouth to good use?” The question is fake, but the two women laugh as the young girl tries to answer with her mouth still hanging open. Straightening as she watches as drool starts to fall from Kate’s mouth, a taunting noise leaves the assassin’s throat as she forces her cock quickly past her lips.

Wanda watches intently as she can already see Natasha losing rhythm, the Russian always loved watching pretty little things choke on her strap. Sliding a hand up through one of the cuts in Kate’s shirt, the witch cups her breast. Chuckling at the lack of bra, her hand sticks slightly to the crimson stained skin as she lets her nails dig into the tender skin.

Kate’s body is on fire and her throat feels like it’s going to explode as the ginger shoves her cock down it. She wants to scream out, the floaty feeling in her mind just makes her want to be touched. The archer can feel herself dripping, clench around nothing each time the length slides into her mouth.

Wanda lets her other hand ghost over Kate’s neglected clit, teasing slightly at her entrance. She lets her head fall to lean against the archer’s back, forehead nestled between shoulder blades. “Oh Natsy, I think the stray here loves when you use her mouth. It’s good to know that it’s useful for something other than being a disrespectful brat.” Punctuating the end of her sentence by sliding two fingers into the archer, smirking at the muffled moan.

The two older women set a brutal pace, using Kate’s body as a means to have their own competition. Natasha’s hips snap, forcing herself down the young Avenger’s throat trying to keep her quiet. Wanda’s fingers, and magic, move in the archer’s cunt driving moans out of her filled mouth. Tears are falling steadily down flushed cheeks and Kate’s labored breathing barely escapes her lungs. The coil in her stomach is tightening and while she feels like her entire body is going to explode she can’t help but to move her hips some to try and take more of Wanda’s fingers.

The witch rolls her eyes at the needy movements of Kate’s hips, and abruptly pulls out her fingers, wiping her fingers on her pants. The sobs that follow are loud even with Natasha holding the archer’s face against her stomach, her cock completely down her throat. The Russian taps the young girl’s tear soaked cheek, prompting her to drag her eyes up to meet her gaze. “You’re so pretty when you cry for me.” The whine is loud and Natasha can feel it in her body.

Kate starts panicking, her body desperately needing oxygen as her lungs burn louder than the fog in her brain. Her long arms flail a little, and she starts swaying aggressively on her knees trying to get away from her spot. The widow sighs, rolling her eyes as if Kate needing to breath was an inconvenience to her, as she pushes her roughly off of her strap. Wanda cringes subtly at the long strand of spit that drips from the widow’s cock as coughing fills the room.

Rolling the archer onto her back, Natasha settles between her open thighs. The young girl is still still crying, tears soaking the sheets below her, and her chest is still heaving. “Aww is this too much Mutt? We’re just getting started. Can you not handle it?” The widow’s voice is belittling as she reaches for the purple blade tucked against her thigh, she lets it dangle precariously from her fingers as she holds it above Kate’s stomach. The tip slips under a cut in her shirt, goosebumps forming when the metal touches the hot skin.

A light strand of scarlet mist wraps around Natasha’s wrist and quickly flicks, causing her to cut open the entire shirt. “Oops, guess my hand slipped.” Kate couldn’t quite tell who said that through the blood rushing in her head, nor could she tell if the blood rushing was from her crying or the smog that overtook her thoughts.

With the lack of a shirt in the way of the blade, Natasha lets it run against Kate’s torso. Once in a while she lets the edge of the knife press just a little too hard, cuts now litter her body. Bubbles of crimson liquid appear all over the pale skin before the widow finally cuts a hole into the leggings that the brunette is wearing, the satisfying ripping sound brings a smile to Wanda’s face.

The knife lands against Kate’s neck, right above the collar with the leash unraveled next to her head. Natasha isn’t even looking where she lays her blade, instead her eyes are glued to her cock as she rubs the tip through the archer’s dripping folds. Just as the beginnings of a whine leaves the young brunette’s lips the redhead snaps her hips, burying the entire length of her cock into Kate in one go.

“Such a desperate little slut, your pussy is sucking me in. Dripping around me just from a few cuts.” Kate is whining out, barely coherent complaints that Natasha is too big making it out between heavy breaths. “I’m too big? Oh but little mutt, your cunt was made for me to ruin. You’re going to take whatever I give you, and you’re dumb little brain is going to lay back and thank me.”

Wanda leans against the headboard, close to Kate’s head, legs spread as she slowly teases herself. Her left hand wiggles, letting a stream of magic slowly crawl its way to the archer’s body, taking home along her breasts and her neglected clit. She watches with blown out eyes as the younger girl’s hips rut up against the ghost of magic along her clit, searching for pressure. A shiver rushes through Kate’s body as the magic wraps roughly around her breasts, pulling hardened nipples.

A choked out moan forces Natasha to lean heavier against the knife along Kate’s throat, just slightly leaving a shallow cut there. The widow’s hips are rutting roughly into the archer below her, using her free hand to wrap the young girl’s legs around her waist to get a deeper angle.

The magic that vibrates against Kate’s clit is gentle, but as Natasha’s hips slap against the mist it forces it closer with each movement. The tight coil in Kate’s stomach is begging to break, and the archer’s eyes snap open desperately looking for someone’s gaze. The widow above her rolls her eyes, shaking her head as she just focuses on her task of breaking her body.

Frantic ocean eyes search for the Sokovian’s eyes but they get stuck on the glistening center in between Wanda’s open legs. Slim fingers are rubbing tight small circles on her clit as she watches Natasha’s muscles flex as she moves, quiet moans falling from her lips. The many rings wrapped around now wet fingers make the entire scene shiny and oh so enticing. A pathetically high pitched whine leaves Kate’s mouth as she licks her lips, the urge to taste the witch is overwhelming and she can’t stop thinking about it. Her own orgasm is no longer even on her radar as her mouth opens and closes, desperate to be allowed to make Wanda cum.

Natasha digs the knife into its spot, a quick burn to get Kate’s attention back, “Nuh uh tasting your trainer is a privilege you have yet to earn. You have to please me first, your body has to break for me before you get to make anyone cum.” Though her brain may not be focused on her pending orgasm, her body tenses as she gets closer to the edge. “Just a miserable mutt without your safety net, huh? Miss us having the Toy around to play with, so you don’t have to please us both all by your stupid little self?” Kate is nodding now, wildly as she finally realizes how close to the coming undone she is.

Begging comes a lot more naturally than the archer would have ever believed it would, but it does absolutely nothing for her as Natasha hastily pulls out. Leaving her dripping cunt empty and clenching around nothing, the widow chuckles as she watches the young archer wiggle around. “Did you really think you got to cum before Wanda? You think your slutty little self got to get off before your Водич? I knew you were a dumb cock slut, but this is a new low Bitch.” Natasha thrusts roughly back into Kate, ignoring the pained whine as she takes what she wants.

The knife once held against the archer’s neck lays on her stomach now, bouncing some with each snap of the widow’s hips. The ginger’s grips on the younger girl’s hips are vicious, already leaving bright red marks as her nails dig into the tender skin. Watching with amusement as the magic gets stronger but less steady, the moans falling from the witch’s mouth becoming more frequent. “Awww is the Little Witch close already?” The lack of breathiness while Natasha coos at Wanda makes the latter annoyed, rolling her eyes as she tries to fight off her orgasm.

The magic gets brighter, stronger, as it wraps around Kate’s clit tighter. “Shut the fuck up Tasha. Focus on the Mongrel.” Wanda’s eyes close, eyebrows falling downward in frustration as she struggles to force herself over the edge.

The widow chuckles slowly as she rolls her eyes, snapping her hips until her length is buried in Kate’s dripping cunt. Forcing two fingers into the archer’s mouth, Natasha immediately begins thrusting making sure that the young archer stays quiet. The tips of her fingers tapping the back of her throat bringing tears to her eyes, “It’s so cute, Wands, you can’t even cum without your Toy playing with you. What? You need their mouth, that talented little tongue fucking your messy cunt? Looking down at them covered in your cum begging Mommy for more. Is that what you need? Mommy’s little one getting used until they are crying for you? Do-”

The teasing is cut off as Wanda’s head slams back against the wall, eyes rolling as her body shakes with the rush of her orgasm. Bright red magic shatters around them almost pushing Kate over the edge, and leaves her sobbing out. The archer is begging to cum as the older brunette begins to calm down some, trying to ride out her high as long as possible.

Natasha just snickers at the two of them, a hand coming to lay on Kate’s stomach letting her thumb gently rub at her clit. The widow’s hips resume their rutting, a thoughtful look passing across her face as she catches the desperate looks Kate is giving her. “Oh, you wanted something too?” Without stopping the ginger lifts her hand, twisting her wrist as she forms a fist; activating the widow bite bracelet. “You wanted to play more, right Mutt?” Tapping the bite along Kate’s body slowly, watching her muscles jolt, just makes Natasha want to fuck into her harder.

Wanda, finally recovered, sits up and holds one of Kate’s legs as she leans in to whisper to the widow. An arrogant smirk spreads across the redhead’s face, no warning given before she taps her widow bite against the archer’s aching clit. The scream that tears from the young brunette’s throat sounds raw and it makes the veins in her neck prominent, even under the collar. Calloused hands rush to push the bite away from in between her thighs, but the scarlet magic stops her. Red mist wraps around her hands, pinning them to the bed. “Do not forget your place Mongrel.”

“Please please please please” The babbling begins the second time the bite comes into contact with the archer’s clit, mocking laughter from the two older Avengers follows. “I- I need to cum please let me cum for you…Pl-” The rest of whatever Kate was going to say is completely incoherent as Wanda’s magic scratches down her torso, catching on each cut left there earlier. Reopening them and leaving a few new ones in its wake as it moves swiftly across her body, spreading the new gush of crimson liquid.

Natasha can feel the archer’s body begin to give in. Trembles and shakes are almost constant, and the sweat is dripping down her body. Twin emerald eyes meet, speaking silently before Wanda takes the lead. “If the pathetic slut wants to come, then you better do it now.” A single tap of Nat’s bite forces Kate’s body over the edge, her entire body shaking as she sobs out her thank you.

Almost in a blink of an eye everything stops, Natasha is no longer on the archer. The knife that sat, cold, against her burning skin disappears. The magic mapping out her torso dissipates and the leaking crimson seems to dry instantaneously. Kate’s eyes snap open, head lifting, a bewildered look as she stares open mouthed at Wanda. Her body still feels light, but the high is gone. The fog in her brain is settled like dew on morning grass, still there but no longer blinding. Sputtering out, tripping over her words, the young brunette tries to ask why.

The demented part of all of this to Kate is that Wanda already looks bored, inspecting her nails as she leans back against the bed frame. Natasha’s hand gripping the younger girl’s chin, twisting her head until she looks at the widow, “What? Why so confused? You wanted to cum like a filthy whore, so you were allowed to cum. Did you really think we would let you enjoy it?” The sweet smile across her face makes the archer whimper, betrayal deep in her roots. “We have an entire week to break you just like the bitch in heat you are. Don’t worry, no other orgasms will be ruined, Just that one.” Natasha leans over, nipping at the shell of Kate’s ear. “Cause that’s the only one you’ll be getting all week, Mutt. Now say thank you to your trainer.”

The archer’s voice is hoarse, and cracks with each syllable, but she tries her best to sound as thankful as possible. “Thank y-you Водич.”

The Sokovian just laughs to herself as she rolls her eyes, her head lazily moving to look around the room. “Yeah, whatever Stray. I would get a drink of water if I were you, we have a lot to get to. There’s a bowl over there, off you go.”

There in the corner of the room sits a royal purple bowl, elevated on a metal stand, filled with water.

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Kate tries her best not to limp, as she shoves her hands deeper into the pocket of the hoodie she is wearing. Wanda and Natasha are flanked on either side of her, both snickering under their breath as they watch her struggle to walk properly. The week was rough and it left Kate with bruises all over, her muscles extremely sore as well.

The trio, while they had a lot of fun, missed you like crazy. They knew that they were never complete without you, and were ecstatic for your midterms to finally be over. Trotting up a large staircase, Kate spots you and gets a burst of adrenaline. She races up the stairs, taking three at a time before she crashes into you. The two of you end up leaning up against a wall as she showers your face in kisses, leaving you breathless as you giggle. The older women slow down as they watch you two, smiles planted firmly on their face as they watch Kate fawn over you.

Your archer leans in, pulling you close, as she kisses you softly. Her hands gripping you tightly, and the two of you smile into the kiss. Leaning your foreheads together, “I missed you so much baby girl. So so much.”

Burying yourself into her arms, your face finally finds its spot at the base of her neck as you mouth gently at the vein. Your words are quiet and mumbled, for only Kate to hear. “I love you Pups, never again. Gone too long.” Her declaration of love is whispered into your hair as she kisses the crown of your head, arms wrapped tightly around you.

A gentle throat clearing makes the two of you pull apart, and your eyes light up when you see Wanda and Natasha standing a few feet away. “Hey there stranger.” Wanda’s eyes are bright as she teases you, arms opening for you. Dashing, she stumbles back at the force of your body but quickly wraps you up. “My little one, I missed you.” She’s rocking the two of you slowly, her kiss lands right on your temple. Her hair falls around the two of you, once again acting as a curtain, when she pulls away to look at you. A quick inspection to make sure you look healthy and safe, eyes softening when she sees your bright smile.

The two of you stand there as she backs you up so that you can comfortably lean against a wall. She’s watching you intently and opens her mouth a couple times, the gears in her head turning and urging her to say what she wants to say. The week may have passed with lots of fun between the three of them, but when she last left you she thought she broke you. As your eyes shine and the smile on your face is filled with joy, she can’t help the tears that well in her own emerald eyes.

You surprise her by leaning up on your tiptoes and kissing her gently, lips moving slow. The type of kiss she only shares with you and Natasha, the type of kiss that melts the both of you. It’s sweet, and filled with everything that neither of you could quite yet speak. The kiss, as Wanda finally takes control, makes you whimper out, “..Mommy..”

Wanda never gets to actually answer because the widow is gently pulling the two of you apart, a teasing pout on her face. “Hey now, c’mon what am I? Did you just forget that I existed? You’re my little princess and I don’t even get a hug?” You launch yourself at the ginger, literally wrapping all your limbs around her knowing that she would always catch you. “There’s my girl.” Her voice is muffled in your neck as you cling to her.

“I missed you so much Daddy, so much. I do-on’t ever wanna do that again.” She pulls away, a firm look on her face as she hears your voice crack. “I just got you guys back, I don’t wanna be apart again.” The widow just nods, fighting to keep her own emotions in check, pulling you back to hug her. She’s leaving kisses wherever she can reach, gentle and soft.

It takes a few minutes but the four of you finally begin to head towards one of the many restaurants on campus, Kate offering to buy everyone lunch in celebration of being back together. Your hands are wrapped up in your girlfriend’s larger calloused hands, and she’s skipping a little. “So pretty girl, how do you think your midterms went? Was Web Boy any help?”

Natasha opens the door to the small cafe for you, and Wanda pulls your chair out for you. As you settle at the table, you look around at the three of them. You know what happened that week but you can’t help but feel the innocent warmth between everyone. You can see the ghosts of marks along all three of them, small things that can’t fully be hidden or show up when they move a certain way. This week away has been hell in more ways than one, but it broke the group in the best way possible. Not sure if any one else notices, but you do, the pieces are falling into place. “I think they’ll be alright.” You smile as you answer, hiding some behind the glass of water as you take a sip. Wanda’s eyes flash red momentarily and when you catch her knowing look, you can’t help the flush that covers your face. Alright is definitely an understatement.

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Summary: Kate plays with WandaNat's toy without permission

Pairing: WandaNat x Reader x Kate

Genre: Smutty Plot

Word Count: 6.2k

Warnings: Public sex, weapon/magic play, degradation and humiliation, strap on (r!receiving), light blood mentions

*Let me know if I missed any other important ones*

A/N: Annnnnd by very popular request, the Training Grounds universe expands. Here is installation 2! All the main parts are going to be quite long, just a heads up.

***MINORS DNI*** **18+**

You can’t help the smirk that spreads across your lips as you stare at your reflection in the bathroom mirror, the floor length sparkling black dress hugs your body tightly with a slit so high it barely leaves anything to the imagination. The deep purple heels make your legs seem super long, and you know they perfectly match the tie that hangs around Kate’s neck. The door behind you swings open and Maya steps into the reflection, a mocking eyebrow raise as she looks at you. Her hands move widely, signing with urgency “We need to get you out there, Kate looks nervous. She’s getting overwhelmed by people questioning her already.”

You quickly sign back in agreement, swiping your belongings into the small clutch and turning around. The two of you share a smile as she escorts you out of the bathroom, directly heading towards your reserved table. By the time you settle most seats are filled, a sigh escapes your lips as you realize your girlfriend isn’t occupying one of the luxurious cherry wood seats. Maya gives you a firm pat on the arm, leaving you with a smile as she goes to find Kate.

“A lovely girl dressed up so beautifully like you shouldn’t be left all alone, may I?” The deep voice startles you, and your head swirls around to look at the tall man addressing you. You vaguely recognize him as a higher up in the company so you put on your polite smile, leaning closer so it seems like you’re interested in what he’s saying.

The arrogant look on his face annoys you, but you can’t ruin this night so you let his hand touch your arm as he looks down at you. “Oh, thank you sir but I’m not alone.” You cross your legs, trying to put more distance between the two of you, as you watch his eyes trail your body. You feel gross, but pointedly clearing your throat doesn’t seem to register in his mind.

His eyes light up as he stares at your excessive cleavage, something that was intended for your girlfriend, as he spins to grab two champagne flutes from the tray of the server walking by. “Let’s cheers, yes? To the company, hopefully the child that somehow got the entire thing won’t destroy it?” His voice is light hearted and seemingly teasing, but you knew better. You could see the jealousy, the anger behind his eyes. You were trained by the best spies, and you barely kept the snicker in as you lifted your own flute before taking a small sip.

He begins asking you questions about yourself, answers that you easily lie through your teeth about. Your eyes are casually scanning the crowd around you, letting it seem natural and polite, but you can’t help the glimmer in your eyes and the wide smile that spreads across your face when you finally catch sight of the guest of honor. The brunette looks stressed out with five different men around her, all asking questions on how she is going to change the company. She finally glances around the room and her eyes land on the man’s hand that is laying on your arm.

The anger on her face is quick and her entire body tenses, she barely excuses herself as she stalks across the large room towards you. You can’t help the arousal that floods your system as you watch her stride towards you, and you can’t help but want to make it worse. A cheeky grin makes its way on to your face as you lean your body towards the man, Jake the head chairman, letting your own hand graze across his. You don’t even have time to open your mouth to say something to him when you feel a hand tangle in your hair, yanking slightly.

“Jake, I see you met my girlfriend.” Her voice is clipped and her fingers are running through your wavy hair, pride runs through your veins knowing you picked the right style for the night. The surprise on his face is comical as he nervously glanced between the tie around Kate’s neck and the matching ring on your index finger.

He stumbles for words for a moment before the speaker asks for everyone to take their spots for hors d’oeuvres and opening speeches. You internally groan when you realize that Jake is also at the table with you and Kate, but she slides her chair closer to you and wraps her arm around your shoulder.

You’re snacking slowly on some puff pastry filled with a gross mushy filling thing, barely listening but trying to seem interested for looks sake. Naïve and ignorant to the battle between the two suits sitting around you, but your body wasn’t able to ignore the slim calloused hand now on your thigh. Her lips brushing your ear startles you, “Open your legs for me baby girl.”

Your legs slip open before your mind can even catch up, a small breeze of air hits your covered center making you shiver. The archer’s hand slips between your thighs and her thumb presses firmly against your clit, eliciting a soft moan from your lips before you can stop it. “Be quiet, we’re putting on a show for your new friend Jake.” Kate’s other hand pulls your leg to rest over hers, opening you up and showing off the dark purple thong you’re wearing. She’s rubbing your clit slowly, teasing you as your slick starts to soak through the flimsy fabric.

Kate’s nails scratch at your thigh, a silent reminder to keep quiet, as her hand slips into your thong forcing your legs wider. Your hips buck when her cold fingers touch your dripping cunt, hissing lightly at the temperature change. The manicured tips of her fingers dip slightly into you, making you clench down. Swallowing the whine that threatens to escape your throat, you turn your head downwards so that no one can see the look on your face. You know your entire face is flushed and you’re biting your lip so hard that it splits.

Kate jerks her knee up hitting the table, causing the silverware to clatter and Jake’s attention to switch over to you. You look up through your lashes at his choking sound, and you can’t help the intense wave of arousal when you realize that Kate has you spread open just perfectly so he can watch. “You like what you see Jakey boy? My little slut soaking wet just for me, isn’t that right princess?”

The answer is on the tip of your tongue, your body craves to be good, but her fingers finally slide into you and you choke on the moan tumbling out of your mouth. You can tell the angle is horrible so your hips are moving aggressively, trying to take more of her fingers. Nothing but chasing your high is on your mind, your body engulfed in a fiery wave of arousal as the coil in your stomach tightens. Kate stills her hand, letting you fuck yourself on her fingers, while she sits back with an arrogant smirk on her face.

“Is she- uh–” The man’s voice breaks and squeaks as he looks around frantically, trying to see if any other gala guests are noticing the activity at hand. Jake’s eyes snap back when he confirms that no one is paying attention, gaze now glued to how you ride his boss’s fingers. His entire face is bright red and there is a thin layer of sweat shining along his hairline.

Your girlfriend’s face twists in disgust as she watches Jake palm at his own crotch, panic rising in his eyes at the threatening look he receives. “Is she? Is she what buddy?” Kate’s mocking voice pushes you closer to the edge, and you can’t help the whimper that comes out.

The announcer’s voice breaks through your hazy mind and you realize that your archer has to speak soon, and you can’t help but clench down on the fingers inside of you. “Katie…” Your voice comes out softly and broken by another whimper. “I-please make me cum.” Slightly frantic in tone, your hips buck up to chase the now retreating fingers as the archer slips her hand out of your ruined panties.

She shushes you as she makes direct eye contact with Jake, swiping her fingers through the cream on whatever puff pastry appetizer was served last. At the clearing of her throat your mouth immediately opens as she slides her fingers in, letting you moan at the taste of yourself. With no care in the world she fucks your mouth for a moment, chuckling at the groan coming from Jake. “Such a good little slut, princess.”

Her fingers drag your bottom lip down as she slides her fingers out, wiping the little bit of drool on your exposed cleavage. Before you can whine her hand takes its place between your spread thighs, rubbing tight circles on your aching clit. Your eyes roll back into your head, and the moan that falls from your lips is filthy but thankfully quiet.

Your breathing is labored and you can feel your entire body trembling, but you know you need more. When you feel Kate’s other hand wrap tightly around your throat and her lips press against your temple, you’re dragged to the edge where you dangle dangerously. “Cum for me my pathetic princess. Show Jake how good I fuck you. Show him who you belong to.”

The broken rasp in the archer’s voice made your body convulse but it was the gentle declaration of love whispered directly into your ear that snaps the taut coil in your stomach, forcing you over the edge. The hand that’s wrapped around your throat tightens almost too much, cutting off all oxygen and sound, ensuring that no one can hear as your orgasm overtakes your body. Your vision is blurred but you can just make out Jake’s panicked look, but the longer that the archer restricts your oxygen the longer your high lasts.

Suddenly Kate’s whispering softly to you now, rubbing gently at your neck as you slowly catch your breath. She’s babbling nonsense as usual but it calms your entire being, and it only takes a minute for your mind to clear. The gentle kiss on your temple makes you blush deeper than you had the entire time you were being used, but as the brunette moves your body to a more natural position you can’t help but feel loved. Your girlfriend is completely ignoring her co-worker now, holding a glass of water to your lips as you sip slowly. The soft look in the deep ocean blue eyes causes your heart to stutter, and you know you’re falling more in love with her.

You vaguely hear her name being announced, and you watch as she stands. The brunette leans down, giving you a kiss on the cheek and whispers another declaration of her love. She sends a haughty wink towards Jake as she walks away, sliding behind the microphone to give her acceptance speech.

Watching in awe as your girlfriend talks about company policies and how she will be running one of the most luxurious security companies in the world, you completely forget about everyone else in the room once again. You’re smiling widely as she talks, pride is the only thing you can feel as you realize she’s one of the youngest CEOs in the business. The happiness you feel is interrupted by the vibration of your phone, and your stomach immediately rolls as you notice over ten messages from Natasha and a single message Wanda. Your head snaps up as you scan the room, landing on Yelena who’s staring directly at you. The reprimanding look on your best friend’s face makes you realize what mistake you just made, and the panic strikes through you when you realize that it wasn’t just you on the line anymore.

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The night of the gala was amazing but the texts you received were still looming over your head, especially as you waited for instructions on your next move. You slept at Kate’s penthouse, given when her mother went to prison, and the two of you were staying there until you were called upon. “Babe, have you seen your light purple hoodie? The one from your graduation? I wanna wear it to classes next week, it’s supposed to be cold.”

You hear Kate throwing things around upstairs, rolling your eyes at the messiness of the archer. The fast footsteps down the steps are the only answer you receive as she almost runs directly into you, hands wrapping around you to prevent you from falling. “Uh– no I think I left it over at the apartment. I wore it while I was practicing, sorry princess.” Her face is apologetic but scrunched up in thought. “We can always just head over there, stop by Herman’s new place to pick up dinner, and just spend the night there tonight?”

Your entire attitude lights up at the idea of going to Kate’s old apartment. The tracksuits’ fire caused your girlfriend to have to have the entire building reconstructed, but she definitely made it so much better. The apartment had hints of you everywhere from a large desk for your schooling to an entire area just for you to work on boxing and strength training. Kate had bought you your own bows as well, spending time to teach you; and your martial arts belts are also displayed. The pride you felt when you received your blue belt faster than any other student in your class was immense, and your girlfriend showed you just how proud she was later that night.

The two of you decided to walk to the apartment with Lucky trotting slightly in front of you, “So you never did tell me what the texts said last night.” The archer is a step behind you, head on a swivel as she always does when you guys walk through the city. Your hands are intertwined and every time she sees something that stresses her out her hand tenses.

Slipping your phone out, you sigh as you read the last texts sent by the older woman “Well Wanda’s “good to hear you had fun” was the scariest and happens to be all she said.” Your heart thumps a little harder as you think about the anxiety you have over making Wanda mad, you craved her praise more than anything. You know that it isn’t given easily.

Kate’s breath hitches and you can feel the panic flowing through her system. Lucky seems to sense the issue too as he swings back to stare at you two. The brunette leans against a nearby pole, letting her hand fall to the dog’s head to pet him. “What did Natasha say?” Her voice is hesitant, almost scared, as she looks at you.

Scrolling through your phone, the sigh that leaves your lips does nothing to calm Kate’s nerves. “Well she at least texted multiple times, but then again that doesn’t really make anything better. She mostly just said that we better be ready to pay for everything, and that she loves me even if Mommy is going to destroy us both.” The anxiety coursing through your veins makes you pace, and your girlfriend stands to wrap her arm around you. A soft kiss on the side of your head calms you some as the three of you begin walking again.

The silence is loud but comfortable between the two of you as the city noise around you takes the place of conversation. The lights from Herm’s new sign are bright, and Lucky sprints ahead of you to paw at the door. Kate opens the door for you and Lucky, and you’re immediately greeted by the three older men working. Hugs and casual conversation come easy as they immediately begin making your order. It doesn’t take long and even though they don’t make you pay, you know Kate left them an enormous tip in their jar.

As you leave the pizza shop, trying to catch your energetic dog as the two of you stumble through laughter towards the door around the corner. She chases you up the stairs but Lucky is always on your side in situations like this as Kate somehow trips completely over him, barely catching the food before it falls. Victorious laughter echoes through the staircase as you take advantage of the situation and reach the top of the stairs, opening the door to the apartment. You let Lucky in first and step inside to take off the layers of coats you have on.

What you don’t see are the two figures sitting on the stairs to the bedroom, mostly covered in shadows as they watch you. They watch as the brunette archer stumbles through the door, kicking it closed behind her, and clumsily setting the pizza on the counter. The hidden figures listen as her voice reverberates throughout the apartment to the Bishop AI, who locks the doors and turns on the lights.

You excitedly wait as you watch Kate open the food and get plates out; pizza, cheesy bread, and boneless wings. Lucky is whining next to you, and you’re about to reach over to give him his pizza when a throat clearing causes you to drop the plate. The golden retriever darts away from the broken plate, hiding under the couch, whimpering loudly. You barely blink and Kate has twirled around, throwing a knife directly at the source of the sound without hesitation.

The gasp that falls from your lips is involuntary when crimson mist surrounds the knife before it can even get close to your owners, who are casually perched on the steps not bothered by the proximity of the blade. “Took you two long enough.” You shiver at the deep Sokovian accent dripping from Wanda’s voice, laced with pure rage.

“Mommy I-” The look on Natasha’s face stops you from continuing your sentence, and you feel like you can’t breathe. The two have barely been home and you’ve already made them mad. The crushing weight hurts your heart and it forces a pathetically sad whimper from your throat.

You’re falling to your knees before your clouded mind can catch up, but you never hit the floor as scarlet wraps around you. You hadn’t realized that Wanda stood, nor did you notice her walking towards you, your gaze is lowered but you lean into the hand that cups your cheek. “Shh detka, Mommy still loves you and you’re still my good girl.”

The tears that are rolling down your cheeks surprises you but the magic disappears and you’re wrapped into the warmth of Wanda’s arms, curled up on the floor in her lap. She’s whispering to you in her native language, and it settles you into a calm state. Once your mind clears some you lift your head, looking for Kate and Natasha.

The two of them are across the room now, Kate is on her knees in front of Natasha with the widow’s hand wrapped tightly around her neck. You can’t hear their intense conversation but Wanda’s manipulating your body now, spinning you around to lean back against her chest between her legs. “Your Daddy and I aren’t even mad at you anymore, my toy. We believe it’s time to properly introduce your little stray on how to interact with our property. Wouldn’t you agree?” Her hands are all over your body, scratching at your stomach and ghosting over your breasts.

The sudden burst of arousal clouds your mind making it difficult to think, and you just nod helplessly as your head falls backwards to lean against her shoulder. You can barely see the other two, your eyes struggling to stay open as Wanda plays your body like the instrument you are to her.

Natasha’s voice cuts through the heavy haze in your mind “My sweet little princess, would you like to pick out the collar that Mutt gets to wear tonight?” Your head is being forced up by a slim hand, and your eyes lazily open as Kate is shoved to the floor in front of you guys. The redhead slides around the archer and kneels in front of you, “Hi baby, I need you to answer me. We’re letting the bitch wear a collar during her punishment tonight, and I think you should get to pick out which one.”

You can barely focus but you recall a rich plum collar and you mumble that to Natasha, your answer barely comes out as Wanda’s magic wraps around your neck. The daze you’re in breaks and you somehow are up the stairs, settled on your hands and knees on the large king bed. Kate is sitting across the small room, on her knees, her eyes are wide and you can tell she’s anxious. Wanda is casually leaning against the wall, a steady stream of magic flowing from her waving fingers teasing you gently. The ginger widow mumbles something quietly to the archer, and it seems to calm her enough for her body to stop trembling as the older woman fastens the soft leather around her neck.

The sound of clicking of metal rings through the room and you realize a matching leash is now tying Kate to the banister overlooking the rest of the apartment. Natasha’s movements are slow and calculated, stalking around the younger woman like a predator. When she finally makes a move, hand slapping across the archer’s face, it’s sudden and violent. You can barely blink when the gleam bounces off a small dagger, now held at the brunette’s throat. “Showing off our property without permission, Mutt?” The honed tip of the blade slides across the lip of the collar, threatening to pierce the pale skin it maps out.

The anger on the ginger’s face makes you nervous for Kate, knowing what it’s like to be on the receiving end of that, but Wanda’s voice startles the entire room. “Now Tasha, we can’t expect the Stray to know all the rules even if we expected a little bit of basic respect.” The pointed tone makes Kate lower her head, guilt flooding her system, and a pathetic whimper leaves her mouth. “I suppose we’ll just have to teach the idiot mongrel common decency ourselves.” There’s a bite in her voice that causes a shiver down your spine, and you can feel yourself leaking through your ruined panties.

You stare at the floor in front of the bed as scarlet mist fills the room, and it vibrates against your skin leaving a burning path across your torso. Natasha’s black sneakers step into view and her fingers grip your chin, forcing your eyes to slowly rake up her body that’s covered in a tight black shirt and dark gray leggings that show off a very noticeable bulge. Not sure if it's the way you clench around nothing just by the thought of the strap that’s hiding in her pants or the magic that is teasing your neglected clit, but the guttural moan bubbles past your lips and it makes the older woman snicker.

The ginger’s thumb pushes past your lips, rewarding you with a hum of approval when you immediately start sucking on it. “Wanna get Daddy’s cock ready for your tight little cunt like a good whore?” Her question is mocking as she slowly pulls out her strap, letting it bounce slowly in front of your face. She laughs as your jaw drops, wiping the drool off her thumb on your cheek. The widow is forcing the tip into your mouth before you can even whine.

The pace she sets is brutal causing you to immediately gag and drool around the cock stretching your lips, the one time you ever truly feel used by the widow is when she’s fucking your mouth. “Oh fuck my messy little toy, you sound so pretty gagging on my cock.” She waits until there are tears running down your face before slowing down, letting her dripping cock fall from your mouth.

Wanda slips from behind you, sliding to sit on the desk across from the bed and Kate, and Natasha takes her place behind you. The tip of her cock is running through your folds, spreading the leaking wetness. The whimper that falls from your lips is soft, but the high pitched whine from across the room catches everyone’s attention. “Aww does the pitiful mutt want to be inside my-” a pointed cough makes her backtrack “our toy? Do you want to feel how wet she is, leaking all over my cock? Her needy cunt is basically sucking me in.” The widow is thrusting into you steadily now, and you move your hips just the way you know she likes to meet her thrusts.

You can barely hold yourself up, the force of Natasha’s thrusts almost topple you over with each snap of her hips, but you desperately want to look at your girlfriend. Teasing laughter fills the room as warm scarlet mist wraps around your throat, the ghost of a tight grip forcing your upper body up. “Look at your miserable mongrel.” Kate is already pulling at the leash, trying to get the knot to loosen as she stares hungrily at your body.

Your entire body is trembling and your vision begins to blur at the lack of oxygen. The coil in your stomach is taut and it drives you to push against the magic wrapped around your neck. The sting of Natasha’s nails piercing the thin skin stretched across your hip bones forces a whine to fall from your lips, her hips snap violently into yours driving you towards the edge.

Finally keeping your eyes from rolling into the back of your head, you catch Kate’s desperate gaze and you almost completely lose yourself. Her eyes are wide, filled with lust as she watches you. The sensitive skin on her neck is bright red, irritated by her jerking to try and get closer to the bed.

Suddenly the magic holding you up is gone and your face plummets into the amethyst comforter, the widow behind you takes full advantage of the new position. She’s brutal in her thrusts now, taking what she wants as she scratches down your back. The heat in your stomach is overwhelming and you can feel frustrated tears welling up in your eyes, the ginger is dangling you over the edge refusing to let you fall. The words falling out of your mouth are not comprehensive, but she shushes you with a harsh slap on the ass.

“Mutt, you better stop moving or you’re going to have to watch the slut cum until she passes out, and you can bet you won’t be allowed to touch anyone.” Kate freezes across the room where she was working the knot in the leash loose. Natasha’s voice is raspy, coming out between labored breaths, and it sends a wave of arousal through your body. Her fingers tangle in your hair, dragging your body up to meet her torso.

The pained whimper that fell from your lips was ignored as her slim fingers reached between your thighs, rubbing tight circles on your neglected clit. Her strap is rubbing slowly at that soft spot inside you, “Do you want to cum for Daddy, my pretty little toy? Would you like to show the bitch in heat what she’s missing?” The rushed nod and stuttering begs are enough for Natasha as she smirks manically at the archer, a mocking eyebrow raise is sent in her direction. Blood rushing through your head muffles the whispered permission as your entire body tenses up and the coil in your stomach shatters into pieces.

Hushed whispers slowly bring your mind from the fuzzy area and you can hear the quiet moans behind you, but the soft hands rubbing at your back ground you. You just barely open your eyes as your head turns slowly, air rushing into your lungs as you finally pull your face from being shoved into the bed. “Hey there princess, you look so pretty. Such a good little toy.” The gentle kiss to your temple settles a nice fog in your mind, and you don’t want anything but the three women in the room.

The widow stands once she knows you're settled, stalking over to Kate who’s body is trembling as Wanda’s magic teases her. Sneering as the ginger stares down at her, the slap snaps the archer’s head to the left suddenly and Natasha is on her before she can recover. Slim hand wrapping tightly around her neck as she pushes the brunette’s entire body backwards until she’s leaning against the bars of the banister. Crimson mist appears to wrap rope around the young Avenger’s wrists, effectively trapping her snug against the cold metal.

“You look so pretty when you struggle, Mutt.” Stormy earth stares into rippling ocean, reassuring but calculating, the two silently having a conversation. The former stands quickly and strides across the room where Wanda sits, legs spread, on top of the desk. The two melt together flawlessly, a needy but soft kiss shared between them.

Kate's eyes can’t settle on one sight, the older women having the softest moment or you laying on the bed enjoying the show. The decision was quickly made for her when your entire body is wrapped up in intoxicating scarlet mist, and a guttural moan tumbles from your lips. Your entire body is on fire as the ruby ghost of hands map out your body.

The feeling of the magic, combined with the knowledge that Kate’s eyes are glued to your body, makes you clench around nothing as you drip onto the already damp sheets. A soft whimper draws your attention to the other side of the room where Natasha has Wanda bent over the desk, fist in her hair forcing her to look at you, as she slams her hips into hers. An almost glitching stream of magic flows from her fingers as she tries to focus on filling you with her magic, attempting to push you over the edge.

With each thrust from Natasha, the magic wrapping you up gets more intense. You can feel the crimson phantom of fingers sliding into your fluttering opening, but your hips buck and whines fall from your lips at the lack of attention to your aching clit. The mist filling you is bright and it makes you delirious, your mind going blank and all you can focus on is the fast approaching high. You can no longer decipher anyone’s moans as they fill the air, dancing together to a sensual melody.

Even through panting breaths and broken moans, Wanda still commands respect. A wisp of magic sliding into your mouth, muffling your own sounds of pleasure. The auburn ghost that fills your dripping center seems to double in growth, stretching you until you feel a small sting of pain. Your gasp makes an entirely too arrogant smirk stretch across the witch’s face, “You look so pretty all wrapped up and stuffed with my magic, my little whore.” The flush that spreads across your body is embarrassing, but unsurprising as she still has the same effect on you that she did four years ago.

Looking away from the couple you allow your fluttering eyes to drift to your girlfriend on the ground. Her entire torso is flushed a dark cherry red, and her chest is heaving. Her thighs are rubbing together but you can still see the small puddle of wetness below her, glistening in the dim light from the overhead lights. There’s a steady stream of whimpers falling from her mouth as she watches your body get used by the ghostly fog, but none of that gets to you as much as her eyes do.

The ocean blue is completely blown out leaving lust filled pools of obsidian striking to your core when you catch her gaze. She doesn’t need to say anything but with the combination of her eyes and the overwhelming heat of Wanda’s magic vibrating across your body, you are thrown over the edge without warning. Your body trembles violently as the mist engulfing you gets brighter, pulsing around you, prolonging your high. A sharp, blinding scarlet flash fills the room as the moans drown out the thunder outside.

Pathetic whimpering clears your brain, and you can feel a body behind you. “Hi there princess.” The soft smile distracts you from the actions across from you, the knowledge that something was happening kept you in a slight hazey mindset. “My perfect girl, you did so amazing for me.” Your attention starts drifting as the whining gets louder, and you can see the scarlet mist rising in the room. The widow just chuckles lightly as she buries her face into your neck, leaving gentle kisses. She’s pulling you closer and moving your bodies to get more comfortable, but also giving you a better opportunity to look at Wanda and Kate.

Wanda’s eyes are glowing as she stares down at the younger brunette, seemingly leaving cuts along her skin with a wave of her fingers. Your mind is far too muddled, but you can still see the way Kate’s thighs rub together as she tries to hump air and it pulls a whine from your lips. Natasha shushes you, but she isn’t quick enough as the witch whips around to look at you. Her eyes no longer crimson but still sharp, an eyebrow raising at you. “My detka, the mongrel needs to learn her lesson. You can’t play with your stray right now. Playtime is over.”

You watch as her magic gently unties Kate, leaning down to rest her forehead against the archer’s. The Sokovian is whispering something to her, a tender smile across her lips. Your girlfriend’s eyes widen at the question as she reaches up to shield the clasp on the collar, silently begging Wanda to let her keep it on. The older woman leaves a few kisses along her face as she gently starts helping her stretch out, resulting in the archer rolling around letting her limbs flop around. Natasha snorts but you smile dopily, settling into the widow’s arms waiting for the other two.

Wanda loops her fingers into the ring on her collar dragging Kate along, the latter struggling to walk behind her. When your girlfriend stumbles onto the bed, falling into a pile of limbs next to you, you whine lowly at the apparent wetness coating her thighs and the puddle left on the floor. Your hands reach out, wanting to touch her, but Natasha immediately smacks away your hands. She gives you a reprimanding look, “Nuh uh princess, Mommy said playtime is over.” You try giving her your best doe eyes, begging her to let you touch Kate. “No. All good pets need training.” Her voice might be light and teasing, but you know the seriousness behind it so you nod slowly.

Reaching over to rub your thumb along your girlfriend’s neck, bright red irritation seeps out from underneath the leather. “Yes, Daddy.” Natasha slips out of bed, leaving the two of you with a gentle kiss on your shoulders.

Your eyes follow her briefly, seeing her pull Wanda closer and kissing her softly. A warm feeling spreads throughout your body especially when Kate pulls you to her, her lips meeting yours. Her fingers tangle in your hair as she leans up onto her elbow, angling your head better as her tongue slips past your lips. The soft dominance makes your heart flutter and the two of you lazily make out waiting for the older women to come back.

You pull apart when the sheets below you magically change and fairy lights float around you, Wanda slipping into bed with some clothes in her arms. She hesitantly sets a shirt and pair of shorts in front of Kate, seemingly conflicted. “..Here you go, you should wear those.” You instantly recognize the shorts are Wanda’s and the shirt is one of Natasha’s, and you can’t help but feel warmth at their small act of possessiveness towards the archer.

Three taps on your thigh have you getting up as Wanda helps dress you; a button down from Wanda, joggers from Natasha, and surprisingly socks from Kate. The look of confusion on your face is evident to the witch, “You’re all of ours little one, gotta dress you like it too.” She presses her lips to your forehead and settles into the bed, arms open waiting for you to cuddle in. As you do you notice Natasha is back, snacks and water set to the side, and she’s whispering softly to Kate as she helps her get dressed.

As the two settle in next to you and Wanda, the latter lets the snacks float through the air. She brings you closer to her, humming under her breath as she lets her head rest on yours. The widow hands Kate the remote, letting her pick out a movie. The four of you settle in a mostly silent warmth, stretching out so you are all touching somewhere. At some point you and Kate roll over to look at each other, the older women softly massaging sore muscles. “I love you pup.” She just shakes her head at you and drags you into a soft kiss.

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