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purifiedclitoris69 · 10 months

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When to Give Up - 3

A/n: Thank you for the support on the last one, it’s nice to see people enjoying the story.. Again hope you enjoy ;)

Pairings: Natasha Romanoff x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Descriptions of Violence, Torture, Angst.

Word Count: 2.1k

Steve and Bobbi sat in the pilot seats as Maria began the briefing.

“Now from the flash drive, we know Strucker was the one conducting the experiments,” Maria began pulling up pictures, “after more intel was gathered, Daniel Whitehall has also been connected to Y/l/n.”

“My team and I were able to get Whitehall a year back,” Bobbi said, getting up from her seat and joining.

“Now we all know Stucker doesn’t go into the field,” Maria added, “so Yelena and Kate strung up handlers, and a specific one stuck out, “Marcus Scarlotti,” another picture was pulled.

“He was previously an assassin for Hydra,” Bobby said, “after their fall he’s been moved up the ranks.”

“You still haven’t told us where we’re going,” Natasha huffed impatiently. She needed to see you; she hadn’t been able to breathe properly since figuring it all out. Getting closer to wherever you are is making her antsier and antsier.

“Romanoff,” Steve warned.

“She’s right they are moving a little slow,” Wanda added in defense to Nat.

“--Sydney,” Bobby interrupted before Steve could say anything, “We are going to Sydney, Australia.”

“They’re another deal Hydra’s planning to make, at these docks,” Maria pulled up a map, “weapons exchange, alliance, ambush, we don’t know.”

“They’re back in a cockroach stage,” Bobbi added, “ we’re essentially going in blind, our mission is to retrieve Y/n, which is our only mission.” Natasha nodded.

“30 mins out,” Steve announced getting up and joining them, “this isn’t going to be easy. Hydra is very desperate right now, and the Y/n down there isn’t ours. We need to be very careful.”

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They had landed on one of the adjacent buildings, putting the jet into stealth mode.

“How you doing,” Bobbi approached Nat, loading up the last of their toolbelts.

“I don’t know,” Nat breathed.

“We just have to stay focused,” Bobbi tried to comfort, feeling bad for blaming her, “I want her back too.”

“Alright, time to get into positions,” Steve said getting ready to drop the hanger door.

Bobbi stayed on the building as a sniper. Maria and Natasha moved down to the site with Wanda and Steve, as Wanda and him approached closer.

No one had arrived yet, the docks we’re eerily quiet, with the gentle waves against the shore wall. It had felt like ages before anyone had said anything.

“Targets approaching,” Bobbi announced through the comms, “About 30 klicks North.”

“What’s the visual,” Natasha questioned.

“3 Black Escalades, look to be bullet proof.” Bobbi answered.

“Get the zipline set up in case we need help,” Steve spoke as the cars got closer and closer. Bobbi shot down a zipline to a nearby shipping crate, just out of site.

“2 klicks,” she updated as they began to hear cars approach.

The three stopped in a line and the driver door to the front car opened followed by all the others. Multiple well-built guards had gotten out looking around and going to the middle car. The driver seat had opened revealing another guard; the back window rolled down as Natasha’s breath caught, hoping to see you. The person had reached out quickly as the guard handed them a phone.

“Asian male, looked to be maybe mid-20s and loaded,” Bobbi informed, “and it looks like we got a semi about 25 klicks out.”

“Can we get a visual inside,” Steve asked

“They’re weapons” Bobbi answered.

“Where’s Y/n,” Natasha blurted out.

“She’ll be here, Romanoff,” Steve said as the semi pulled up.

“I-,” lights began to flicker, all the cars had shut off.

“Shit,” Maria whispered. It felt like the shadows were growing. It had all gone dark, as the lights came back, Scarlotti and a handful of once again well-built tall men had appeared.

“That was creepy,” Bobbi stated as all the attention moved to Scarlotti and the other hydra henchmen, but where were you.

The young Asian man had finally exited the car, “Can we get facial recognition on him,” Steve asked instantly.

“Cristanto Gui,” Bobbi answered, “26 and very rich.”

“I don’t like the way this is starting to feel guys,” Wanda voiced,” something’s off.”

“What do you mean,” Steve looked at her, “can you feel someone.”

“Wanda,” Nat called, “is she here?”

“I don’t know something’s just off,” Wanda mumbled.

“Bobbi, what’s the visual on the last SUV,” Steve asked receiving no response, “Bobbi,” he questioned again, “Hill, try and get ahold of Bobbi, Wanda get ready to move in.”

“but we don’t have a sight on Y/n,” Nat said to Maria.

“I don’t think that’s the mission anymore,” Maria said pulling out equipment to try and get a visual on Bobbi. Natasha had began to feel watched, ensuring her gun was loaded she scanned their surroundings, stopping at a dark corner.

There you stood, just before the light, completely in black, with black residue trailing behind you like smoke. A slick black mask covered your face completely as you watched emotionlessly Natasha make eye contact with you.

“Hill,” Nat spoke softly pointing her gun at you as you formed a decent dagger from the dark matter surrounding you.

“Shit, shit, shit,” all hell broke out. Maria dropped the equipment drawing at you as the sudden movement caused you to disappear into black cloud and appear to the side of them. Gun fire was heard from every direction. You disarmed the two agents quickly but they put up a decent fight even with you appearing and reappearing, but not decent enough. You had them on the floor, Maria balling up in pain and Natasha freshly coughing on the floor. You walked slowly to Maria forming another knife. You had gotten closer and closer getting ready to stab her, as a high pitch siren interrupted. A new stark addition, causing you to drop to the ground and cover your ears in pain.

Thrashing around on your knees, you heard the helicopter approach. It was the getaway plan, they were leaving you, they had gotten their weapons. You looked at the device making the noise, summoning all your strength to go back into your dark matter state. Teleporting to the device and crushing it with your powers. The Scarlet Witch and Captain America ran toward you as the helicopter pulled up the ladder and began to leave. You shook your head, trying to think straight, as you drew up another dark matter sword.

"Y/n," Nat spoke picking herself up off the ground as all eyes were now on the both of you, Steve with his shield raised, Wanda's magic coursing around her fingers, and Maria's hand back on a gun, "it's Natalia," A part of you yearned for her in a way you didn't recognize. Everyone was breathing heavily awaiting your next move. Where you y/n? Why do you need to be so close to this Natalia?

The Scarlet Witch approached closer, but you weren't dumb. You had been briefed on all threats. You knew what they were cable of, but no one knew what you were. The clouds of dark matter trailing around you grew, as they all froze and watched. Beings began forming from the matter, twisted shadows crawling out of your cloud. You and your demon things charged at all of them. You specifically going for Wanda. She had risen above you, attempting to get a hit on you but you skillfully teleported all around. Throwing punch after punch at everyone; teleporting right beside Wanda, wrapping yourself around her, and throwing her into a shipping container. Everyone on the floor, you called your beings back, as they all crawled back into the smoke they came from. You drew back your swords staring at the destruction you caused. It was wrong. It had always felt wrong, but looking at The Black Widow on the ground before you in pain, had the whispers in your head screaming at you, your eyes brimming with tears behind your faceless dark mask.

Wanda had gotten back up, the container creaking with her movements, “jesus that hurt,” she mumbled standing up straight and looking at you. You stood there confused, she wasn’t suppose to have this much stamina, endurance. You tried to react quickly getting ready to throw a dagger at her but with your lack of attention, she was able to use her power to contain you, keeping you in place. You looked around as they all started getting up off the ground. You can’t get captured again, you start thrashing, heart speeding up, you don’t know what they’ll do. The widow slowly limped over as you continued thrashing.

“Easy, Y/n,” she soothed successfully, you stopped thrashing, breathing still heavy. She began reaching towards your mask, once again everyone watching. You fell deep into her eyes, that perfect emerald green, she stared right back. Not realizing her hands had reached your mask, she turned it to unclick, revealing you, your sad tired eyes and your freshly busted lip. She smiled softly at you reaching a hand to cup your face.

“Go to hell,” you gritted expelling enough dark matter to cut through Wanda’s energy and send everyone back to the ground.

You landed crouched on the floor, grabbing your mask and leaving. As you began to walk away, a strong jet engine was heard above you. You watched from afar as one of their jets hovered above the damage. Watching agents drop down and retrieve the injured team, you didn't know what to do. Natasha watched in the same way, laying on the floor, she had known you were still watching in the shadows.

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They were all helped into the Quinjet one by one, seeing Bobbi stabilized on the med table from a stab wound. As the med team treated them, they sat in silence.

Natasha was hurting, physically hurting, and not her injuries, not her back where you slammed her into the metal barrels, or her shins to which you swiped to take her down, her chest. Her heart felt like it was being constricted and her throat burning with a sob. She was close. She knew you were still in there. If you weren't why didn't you take them out, her, Bobbi, the whole team? You recognized them...in some way you recognized them. She had to believe that.

Wanda moved to sit next to Natasha, "How are you feeling, Nat, your mind is loud." She looked at Wanda too tired to scold her for listening to her thoughts. Wanda leaned her head on Nat's shoulder, providing some comfort," she's in there, Tash, I felt it."

It was reassuring to hear, but where were you now. You were right there, right infront of her and now you’re gone again. It could be weeks, months before they get another lead.

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You had teleported to an empty landing strip in the deep fields of Australia. Arriving in the hangar, you saw the semi of weapons that we were after, as well as the main target. The chemical dispersion device, the one that Gui had constructed personally. You approached quietly as groups of people spoke in different areas of the hanger.

"You made it," Scarlotti approached walking out of a tent set up in the hanger," Strucker's here," he grinned, your jaw clenching under your mask.

"There's my masterpiece," Strucker greeted as you entered the tent," let's take of the mask shall we." You followed instructions without hesitation, untwisting the mask once more.

"They weren't all there, we’re trying to find out now how they knew," Scarlotti stated leaning against the desk behind Strucker.

"Beautiful," he said circling you, "everything's on track," you began to zone out as they talked more, your mind flashing back to the widow on the ground repeatedly. More specifically the urge you had to you don't know..help her. Your knee was kicked in to make you kneel, "Agent Shadow, are you not present," Strucker questioned.

"Natalia," you spoke softly.

"Agent Shadow," Strucker called making you look up at him.

"i hurt her."

"that was the plan," Scarlotti said confused as Strucker began to pace, "What is happening," tears began to form in your eyes as flashes of dreams? memories? ran through your head, all containing Natalia Romanova.

"Tell the doctors to prep the chair," Strucker sighed rubbing his forehead, you blinked away the tears as Scarlotti walked away to do so and two of the better-built henchmen came to lift you from your knees and carry you to the blender. They stripped you of your suit, leaving you in your sports bra and combat pants, you were there for them to do whatever to you. Feeling the straps secure around you, you helplessly and hopelessly lean back, opening your mouth for the mouth guard. The machine buzzed on, the headpiece secured in place, you bit down on the mouthpiece letting out screams once more.

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hugmetightlyx · 2 years

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brought you up in therapy

Anon asked that I replace Nat with Wanda after learning I don't write for Natasha!

Wanda Maximoff x fem!reader

Posted June 6th, 2022 (sry for the wait)

Anonymous asked:

For requests could u do 35 with Natasha and Fem!reader who goes to therapy and it’s like a slow burn and readers like “My therapist warned me about people like you.” And Natasha’s like “?” And readers like “People who are easy to fall in love with” cause readers been talking about her crush (Natasha) but as like her best friend and her therapist jokingly says like “careful there you might fall in love” and they have a whole convo. If you do this fluffy ending would be appreciated…. :)

“My therapist warned me about people like you.”

By write it, motherfuckers

note from xe: slow burns aren't usually my specialty but I tried for you, my love! I hope you enjoy <3

mândră is Romanian for (beauty, sweetheart)

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word count: 1k

“Wanda? You mention Wanda a lot, tell me about her.”

“Well, she’s my best friend,”

“How’d you two meet?”

“We met during Strucker’s experiments back in 2014, but we weren’t properly introduced until Ultron,”

“Tell me about that time,”

“With Wanda? Or with Ultron?”

“With Wanda, but if you feel ready to talk about the time with Ultron then-”

“No! No, I’ll talk about Wanda.”

The woman in the seat across from Y/n nodded in response, a few strands of her gray hair falling from behind her ear as she wrote something down in her notebook before giving her attention back to Y/n.

“So, what was meeting her like?”

“It was a little scary at first, Wanda and I have very similar abilities, it almost felt like Ultron wanted to pin us against each other but after the three of us teamed up with the avengers-”

“I’m sorry, did you say the three of you?”

“Yes, me, Wanda, and her twin brother Pietro, when we teamed up with the avengers it was an easy team-up. We were able to bond over it.”

“And the feelings you explained to me from that time? All that loneliness?”

“Wanda helped with that. When I was with her I wasn’t alone anymore because she understood it, In every way everyone else couldn’t”

“How is your relationship with Wanda now?”

“Well, after her brother- after Pietro died she kind of shut everyone out. Including me, it wasn’t until the Avengers broke up that we got closer. I didn’t want to be alone in a foreign country and Wanda was the only one I truly felt comfortable with at the time, so I asked her to come with me.”

“And this was in?”

“2016 Through 2018, we lived together for 2 years until Thanos tried to snap half the world away”

“What was it like living together for those two years?”

“Well, nothing incredibly traumatic happened,” Y/n laughed at her own words before continuing.

“It was fine, it was normal, we spent the first couple months in London while Steve Rogers found us a safer, more stable location. Then we spent the remaining time in Scotland. It was awkward, but Wanda gave in first; she opened up to me one night, and I opened up to her. After that we kinda became inseparable”

Y/n spent the remaining 24 minutes of that session with Dr. Quinn talking about Wanda and their time in hiding. Nearing the end Dr. Quinn made a comment that had been stuck in Y/n’s head since she made it back to her shared apartment.

“Careful there, you might fall in love”

The statement was a harmless joke really, one that they both laughed at as Dr. Quinn walked Y/n out of her office.

But as the hours passed, the comment hadn’t left Y/n’s mind. Even now as she sat at her kitchen table with her roommate, Yelena Belova, and their two close friends Wanda Maximoff and Kate Bishop, eating dinner from their favorite restaurant.

“Did you guys know about Clint’s acid arrows? I mean seriously, Acid???” Kate questioned as she looked around the table.

“Saw him use it once,” Wanda responded, causing Yelena to laugh at the mixed look of horror and amazement that Kate had.

“Acid?”

Y/n let out a short laugh, listening to Kate’s bewilderment and Yelena’s amusement.

“Hey, what’s up with you? You’ve picked at your food all night, mândră” Wanda looked at Y/n as she spoke, giving the girl her full attention.

“I’m okay, I had therapy today, you guys know how I get,” Y/n explained, smiling at the redhead.

“Oh, did something happen today? Do you need to find a new therapist? It’s only been what like 4 sessions? We have time to find a new one” Kate rambled, her hand eagerly grabbing Y/n’s in support.

“No! No, I like my therapist, Dr. Quinn is great! Really! Don’t worry about me, Kate, I’m ok. I just always end up leaving with a lot more questions,” Y/n laughed softly, reassuring the three girls who all smiled in response.

As the four girls began to clean up the not-so-big coffee table Y/n wasted no time in taking as many boxes as possible to the kitchen.

Wanda followed closely behind, setting some leftovers on the counter as Y/n threw away any trash that remained in the small kitchen.

“Hey, you’re sure you’re okay?” Wanda asked, turning to look at Y/n.

“I am! I just had a few… uh, realizations? I guess? I’m not completely sure that would be the right phrase,” Y/n responded, mindlessly putting dishes in the sink.

“Mândră?”

“Yes, Wanda?”

“Those are clean dishes, Dear,”

“Oh,”

“Come sit down, tell me, what’s on your mind, Y/n?” Wanda asked, leading Y/n to the kitchen table.

“Just a discussion between Dr. Quinn and I had today. About you.”

“About me?”

“Yeah, I brought you today and we talked about you and how we met and some other things. My therapist warned me about people like you,” Y/n said, smiling at Wanda.

“People like me, huh?” Wanda smiled back, leaning on her own hand.

“People that are easy to fall in love with,” Y/n’s voice was a lot quieter than she had initially intended when she began speaking to Wanda but Wanda could still hear her. She always could, even if her voice is just barely above a whisper.

It’s one of the things that Y/n liked about her, the fact that Y/n didn’t have to alter the sound of her voice for Wanda to understand the words she so carefully spoke.

“You’re in love with me?”

“Yeah, I think I am,”

“I’m in love with you,” Wanda responded, sitting up and putting her hand on top of Y/n’s.

The special moment between the two was interrupted by an excited squeal from no other than the darling Kate Bishop.

“Ah! You ruined the moment!” Yelena said, angrily hitting Kate’s arm.

“Ow!”

“Have you two been listening to us the whole time?” Y/n’s question was answered by two eager nods.

“We’ve only been waiting half a year for this moment,” Yelena stated, making it Kate’s turn to hit Yelena in the arm.

“Ow!!! Copycat,”

“Anyway!! We’ll leave you to it then, go on, have your moment!” Kate enthusiastically said, grabbing Yelena by the shoulders and leading her out of the kitchen.

“Half a year?” Y/n looked at Wanda.

“It’s most definitely been longer than that.”

#wanda maximoff x reader #wanda x reader #wanda maximoff #scarlet witch #scarlet witch x reader #wanda maximoff x you

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sapphicsmaximoff · 2 years

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earth-326 (pt.3) - wanda maximoff

a/n: sorry this is so short and took so long, but i’ve started school, so updates will be way less frequent

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You’d all made it to the shipping yard, and you fought back valiantly. Some began to retreat as you landed before Thor, noticing his dazed state. You could hear him go out on comms, and you were worried. “Thor?” Your eyebrows furrowed as you could feel it.

You began to sweat as you feel under her spell. Your eyes glowed as read as hers, and you took a deep breath, stumbling back. Outside of your mind, Wanda jumped as your wings popped out from your back. The uncoordinated motion rips the back of your shirt open, and she gasps at your beautiful features.

Not your back muscles, but the wings. And she looked into your mind, noticing you were much more frantic. and trying to resist. She began to soothe you with her native tongue. She could see it, Strucker eerily smiling at you as a young child. “You and your pathetic siblings, will never make us proud.”

You began to growl, your vision becoming hotter, the heat beginning to burn. The veins in your neck began to protrude as you burst off of the ground and straight through the top of the ship.

The amount of talking to Tommy hadn’t necessarily been fruitful. When you brought up Wanda, he avoided the subject. Billy loved his mom, he still drew for her, and would tag along while Tommy begged to stay in the Game Room where Yelena and Kate frequented.

Tommy obviously was different, but you couldn’t figure out why. Fortunately, after a week you let it go. Instead you focused on Wanda’s first few minutes without the ventilator. You brought food for the team, but ate upstairs as Wanda was being fed through a straw.

Wanda was enjoying the redo.

Every day Pietro comes to visit. Yesterday, you and Billy came, but strangely no Tommy. She wishes she could ask why, but doesn’t.

It takes her only a few days to move her limbs, and even less to say her first words without coughing. You all seem to be very supportive, and you even stay overnight by yourself just to be with her.

“This is really good.” You mumble. “Can you eat hard stuff?” Wanda chuckles breathily. “Apple sauce isn’t hard food.” She mutters.

“No, I know that, I mean the tacos.”

“You’ve always had strange taste, moya lyubov’” You wanted to argue, but looked at the items on the table with several different tastes. “I do, don’t I?” Wanda giggles, sitting back.

“So you’re retired? We’re retired?” She asks as she settles back. “Yeah. I-I uh…I teach now. I’m a professor at NYU, I teach physics. Which is very ironic considering I break the rules of physics every time I fly, or flew.”

“You don’t fly anymore?”

“No. I-I don’t have a reason to. I promised the boys I’d stop going on missions…after what happened to you of course.” Wanda gulps. “They were horrified when they saw you. I was horrified. I-“ You pause, rubbing your face as tears begin to fall.

“It wasn’t your fault.” She says, remembering these things from this Wanda’s memories. The literal sword being plunged into and ripped from her back. She fell to her death, rolling onto the beach as she recalled.

“You told me you felt like something bad would happen, and I didn’t fucking listen. “One more mission.” my ass.” Wanda sighs, caressing your face with her hand.

“Come on, it’ll be fun to get back in the field, right?” Wanda rolls her eyes, watching you with a smile. “Yeah, maybe for you. But I enjoy retirement, Y/NN.” You scoff, sitting back with an annoyed expression.

“Wanda, I don’t want to go on my own. It’s just one job. One.”

It ended up being much more that that.

You were cloned, and they’d come after you. It got to Wanda first, and hurt her. It destroyed you, and the destruction you’d brought upon afterwards was something she didn’t need to know at all.

Three years of torture because you couldn’t handle being on your own for too long. What a baby. “I was being a child.” A knock from the door pulled you out of your thoughts. You went to stand, but Natasha opened the door.

Your children walked in behind her, and Billy ran to the bed, hugging his mother. Wanda was delighted, but frowned when she noticed Tommy hiding behind his godmother’s leg. “Tommy.” You warned.

The boy wouldn’t move, he wouldn’t look at her. Natasha looked behind her, trying to get the boy off her leg before you got angry like you usually did. “Tommy, say hello to your mother, now.” He still wouldn’t move.

“Thomas!” You yelled, making the boy flinch. You felt a soft but stiff hand on yours, making your your jaw twitch as you stared at your wife. “It’s okay. He’s fine. He doesn’t have to.” Wanda says. Natasha smiles, dragging Tommy with her as she moved towards her friend. “I’m glad you’re okay.”

You scoff, standing up to leave the room. Without regrading either woman, you do leave, slamming the door behind you. “She was very upset. Swore whatever happened to me was her fault, I think what just happened made her a little more upset.” Natasha sighs, simply agreeing with a nod.

“I didn’t mean to make her upset.” A small voice says, making Wanda smile. He still sounded the same. She didn’t know why she would think he’d sound different.

“It’s okay, your mom just needs to be alone.”

Wanda was right about you being upset.

It was a little bit irrational, and Natasha didn’t think Tommy deserved to be iced out due to circumstance. You had let it go, but when you got home, laid them down.

You began to pace, but pause a picture catches your eye. It was you and Wanda taken by Tony, who was in a weird artistic phase. You were somewhere near a lake, she was 4 months pregnant. You remember that weekend like it was yesterday. God, you missed you her so bad.

You were livid that you allowed this to happen, and in turn went downstairs and drank. You swore to Wanda you wouldn’t, but you kept the alcohol hidden in case you needed it.

“I thought you quit.” You jumped, glaring at Natasha. “Jesus Christ, Nat! Why do you do that?”

The redhead shrugs with a smirk. “You need me, Y/NN.” She walks over to you, grabbing the bottle. “Get rest. And maybe don’t be so upset with Tommy tomorrow, he may be a kid, but he has feelings too.”

“Hmm.” You brush past her, not walking to your room upstairs, but over to your living room couch.

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witchyxwoo · 1 year

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rebeltombraider · 1 month

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Teaser of a WIP that might be posted?

Hi all! Sort of putting a feeler out for this story to see if there's any interest for something like this on Tumblr, so... here it is!

Main Pairings if so: Wanda x Natasha, Pietro x Darcy, and very far in the future... Kate Bishop x Unnamed!Maximoff (possibly Reader PoV, possibly OC, not sure and still on the fence here)

Rating: T for Teen (Language, Combat, etc). Might go into M (Mature) territory later for hints of behind the scenes stuff with WandaNat and all that, but will be a firm T rating for now!

(2013)

Wolfgang von Strucker swore to Wanda Maximoff that the program would help the Maximoff family, but she never expected anything like this.

This being a mirror image of herself as a small child.

“Physically eight years old and a perfect genetic clone. We were able to successfully imprint most of the basics a child must learn by this age, but not all. I figured you would prefer to teach her yourself from here on out.” He said to her as they stood on the other side of a one-way glass.

Pietro’s jaw dropped open in shock, though Wanda simply lifted her hand and placed it on the cold glass, “Does she know where she is? That I am her mother?”

“We have shown her images of yourself and Pietro, so she will recognize her mother and uncle on sight.” Strucker nodded slowly, then winced as if disappointed in himself or the others who had helped with the project, “We are not able to imprint any memories to encourage certain emotional growth, however. So while she may physically be an exact copy of you, she is still an entirely different person in her own right.”

“She will be placed with me in my room?” Wanda asked, tilting her head in thought of rearranging her own cot in the small room to make room for a second one.

Strucker smiled and shook his head, “No. All three of you shall be moved slightly further from the labs where there will be a larger section to hold all three of you comfortably. It will only have two rooms connected so two must share a room, but it has much more space than either of you have had so far. I have been promoted to reigning Baron of this facility, so better accommodations for my volunteers are a must.”

“Congratulations, Baron Strucker.” Pietro bowed his head, finally feeling his own voice returning to his control, “Speaking of volunteers, how are the others?”

“Ahh, I am afraid the majority have returned home. Some have been filtered out due to previously unknown medical conditions that could cause complications, and some simply could not hold their fortitude in the face of such changes.”

“How many are left?”

“Two. Sadly, you and your sister are all that remain.” Strucker drawled in false pity. ‘No reason for them to know the truth.’

The child on the other side of the glass suddenly lifted her gaze from a TV that she had been sat in front of, and stared directly at where the three adults were as if she could actually see them. She then stood and made her way over to the glass and tapped her index finger on it to a rhythm. One that mimicked the one that Wanda had been silently doing.

“Well, now... that’s new.” Strucker muttered, raising an eyebrow in curiosity.

Pietro tore his gaze away from where Wanda and the child were tapping to the same rhythm at the same time, even in the same spot on the glass. Looking over at Strucker, he adjusted his stance to pull the other man’s attention, “When will we be fully introduced? Moved into the new rooms?”

“Normally it would take a few days of paperwork,” Strucker raised a hand to halt Pietro’s complaint before he could even begin, “but I have been working on this for a week or so, now. The three of you can both meet, and move, today.”

Wanda smiled at her daughter on the other side of the glass as both of their eyes gained a slight red smoke to them that vanished a few seconds after it appeared, “She and I have already spoken.” Turning her head to glance at Strucker for a moment, Wanda narrowed her eyes just slightly in suspicion, though looked back at the smaller figure in front of her, “She has informed me that you have already planned to approach me about her joining in on the tests as well, and how she had interrupted you to share her own wish to join the tests if Pietro and I continue to do so.”

Clearing his throat lightly at the hidden threat, Strucker nodded once, “Only with your permission, of course. From the testing we have already done to check on you and your brother’s medical state, you are both cleared for official testing. If it is your desire, I shall deny your daughter the chance to do the same.”

A deep sigh from Wanda relaxed Strucker’s tensed form, “No... it is truly something she wants to do, and I will not take that from her.” With her child now walking away from the glass and towards two guards who entered the room to lead her to the new living quarters, Wanda turned to Strucker completely, “It seems you will have three volunteers for Sokovia.” Her eyes flared just slightly once more with the scarlet red, dissipating just as quickly as it had begun, “I’m sure that you will take care when including my daughter in these tests.”

The cold chill that breezed through the room seemed to affect only him, and Strucker couldn’t control the small shiver of fear down his spine. Acting unaffected by the Maximoff twin’s sharp gazes, and the unnerving feeling in the air that had him wanting to flee, Strucker nodded once and gave his best smile, “Of course! We always take the utmost care and will continue to do so. You have my word.” Gesturing towards the door leading from the room, he continued, “I can only imagine that our newest Maximoff is waiting in your new quarters, ready to finally meet her mother and uncle face to face. Shall we?”

With that, the twins quietly followed Strucker out of the room.

What no one knew is that the idea of the creation for his favored test subject was strangely formed after bumping into a mysterious Monk woman during one of his forays to meet with an allied faction in Russia.

No one also knew just how much things would change due to this.

Well, almost no one.

#wanda maximoff x natasha romanoff #mom!wanda maximoff #future mom!natasha romanoff #just a lil something my brain has been clinging to... so decided to see about possibly sharing #sharing this should not be as terrifying as it is but here we are!#kate bishop x female maximoff (not sure if Reader or OC yet)

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acourtcfmuses · 10 months

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❔ / romantic ships edition because you know what we both love uwu xD

send ❔ and i’ll list a couple muses that i’d like to throw at yours!

-scoffs- Okay, settle in, remember you asked for this Skye...

Also if I got any of mine or yours muses sexualities mixed up, you never saw those, there was a lot of muses on both sides to go through ahaha.

Aelis - Jarek, Emerie

Azriel - Gwyn

Kallias - Viviane

Qianna - Kerne, Iara, Fawn, Alpin

Rhysand - Feyre

Tamlin - Rhea,

Aemma Velaryon - Xaden, Zion, Liam

Aegon I Targaryen - Yennefer, Helga

Aegon Iii Targaryen - Astrid H

Aemon Targaryen - Nina

Balerion - Inej

Daenerys Targaryen - Rosette, Jarek

Daerra Targaryen - Eos, Roux

Dreamfyre - Fawn, Iara

Jacaerys Velaryon - Eowyn

Rhaenyra Targaryen - Nikolai, Aleksander

Seasmoke - Nuala, Koa

Shaena Targaryen - Diego, Kaz

Silverwing - Calix

Vermithor - Elain, Amberle

Vhagar - Zion, Alyx

Visenya Targaryen - Tyr

Viserion - Jurian, Calista

Aemond Targaryen - Ciri, Violet, Calix

Daemon Targaryen - Bloom (They’re Cannily Married At This Point In My Head)

Aleksander Morozova - Nina, Violet, Ciri, Charlie

April Harrington - Robin, Lizzie, Jac, Cindy, Jill, Misy

Charlotte Price - Eddie, Lizzie, Steve, Jonathan

Eddie Munson - Jac, Lizzie, Steve, Jonathan

Erin Byers - Eddie, Lizzie, Steve, Jac, Simon K

Staci Hopper - Eddie, Lycus, Rhudi, Nick G.

Steve Harrington - Lizzie, Jac, Jonathan, Eddie, Ziggy

Thea Buckley - Simon K, Steve, Jonathan, Eddie

Timothy Hawke - Steve, Jonathan, Eddie

Alexa Bruce - Raelle, Tamar, Misty, Alyx

Davina Claire - Lycus, Rhudi, Scott, Caliban, Nick S, Lydia, Malia Raelle

Klaus Mikaelson - Caroline, Malia, Lydia

Olivia Kenner - Lycus, Rhudi, Scott

Anthony Bridgerton - Kate

Daphne Bridgerton - Simon B, Theodore

Billie Jenkins - Raelle, Sebastian, Dominique

Charlie Greenwood - Caliban, Mirabel, Yennefer, Jaskier

Wyatt Halliwell - Tally, Marlene, Charlie W, Kaz, Nick S.

Barry Allen - Mia

Connor Kent - Mia

Maleficent - Diaval, Hans

Adeline - Alistair, Derek, Kris, Castor, Calder

Anexander Castillon - Kryos, Braxton, Olwen,

Beatrix - Fleur F, Diana, Kovu,

Katja Bjorgman - King, Chesney,

Raedar Fitzherbert - Astrid B, Adelinda, Eloise C

Truefer Bell - Fleur F, Sammy, Damian, Mairi, Harriet

Astoria Greengrass - Blaise, Henry

Bill Weasley - Fleur D

Charlie Weasley - Hermione

Roxanne Weasley - Angus, Kyran

Salazar Slytherin - Helga

Susan Bones - Raelle

Victoire Weasley - Teddy, Ominis

Adran - Druig, Sersi

Ajak - Sersi

Angelina Von Strucker - Ward

Ben Parker - Darcy

Bobbi Morse - Matt

Bucky Barnes - Jemma, Natasha, Yelena, Matt

Clint Barton - Jemma

Kira Leon - Yelena

Logan Howlett - Melinda M,

Prisha Chakrabarti - Wanda, Matt

Stephen Strange - Wanda

Tony Stark - Natasha, Thor

Wanda Maximoff - Natasha

Annie Summers - Jill, Samantha

Billy Maximoff - Nate, Chase, Lorcan

Charles Summers - Mia

Tommy Maximoff - Reid, Fynn

Valeria Richards - Clary

#reiignonme #[ the things i do because i love skye lol ]#[ skye is the only person imma do this ship wise and not just interaction wise lol ]

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ao3feed-hawksilver · 2 years

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Diet Coke

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/1XVwgbR

by 80spietro

Clint genuinely doesn't know why he's in this group chat, but he's not complaining.

Words: 601, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: The Avengers (Marvel Movies)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: F/F, F/M, M/M

Characters: Pietro Maximoff, Clint Barton, Natasha Romanov (Marvel), Maria Hill, Tony Stark, Wanda Maximoff, James "Bucky" Barnes, Sam Wilson (Marvel), Helmut Zemo, Bruce Banner, Thor (Marvel), Carol Danvers, Hela (Marvel), Mobius M. Mobius, Loki (Marvel), Nick Fury, Phil Coulson, Wolfgang von Strucker, Thanos (Marvel), Ultron (Marvel), Kate Bishop, America Chavez, Yelena Belova

Relationships: Clint Barton/Pietro Maximoff, Wanda Maximoff/Tony Stark, James "Bucky" Barnes/Sam Wilson/Helmut Zemo, Maria Hill/Natasha Romanov, Bruce Banner/Thor, Carol Danvers/Hela (Marvel), Loki/Mobius M. Mobius, Kate Bishop/America Chavez

Additional Tags: groupchat, Chaos, this isnt going to amke alot of sense if any at all, pietro maximoff doesnt sleep, loki has greasy hair

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/1XVwgbR

#hawksilver #silverhawk #clietro #avengers #the avengers

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ao3feed-amerikate · 2 years

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Diet Coke

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/WSOCaDv

by 80spietro

Clint genuinely doesn't know why he's in this group chat, but he's not complaining.

Words: 601, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: The Avengers (Marvel Movies)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: F/F, F/M, M/M

Additional Tags: groupchat, Chaos, this isnt going to amke alot of sense if any at all, pietro maximoff doesnt sleep, loki has greasy hair

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/WSOCaDv

#IFTTT #ao3feed #fanfic #amerikate #america x kate #kate x america

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aparticularbandit · 2 years

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Finding Family: Part Four: Chapter Twenty-Seven

Summary: When America begins universe-hopping again to try and find her moms, she realizes that’s too much scope for her. She looks for smaller scope, and instead she finds Wanda.

AO3

“This might hurt.”

Scarlet should be in her Scarlet Witch costume, but now that she’s chosen what she thinks is a better path, she hesitates to use it at all. After everything that happened, she’d only warn it to intimidate everyone else around her and to remind her of her own guilt. Now that she’s dropped the illusion, she only wants to be herself, whoever that ends up being. It’s still odd to look at her fingers, knowing that she’s not shifting herself to appear normal, and see that they are no longer stained.

The Darkhold takes a toll. She doesn’t know what it caused Stephen – something, she’s certain – but the dark stains on her fingertips had seemed common. Agatha had the stains, just past her first knuckle. She’d gotten halfway there in two years. And now, that physical change is gone.

That doesn’t mean she hasn’t been changed. She still carries the weight of her guilt. She’s just trying to make up for it.

Kate’s gone. She’d been a little too interested in seeing how Scarlet would reach into America’s mind to open a portal, and once America left, the only way to get her back to Clint’s would be to teleport her there. Wendy mentioned that she might be able to use America’s sling ring, but it’s better safe than sorry.

Ash said her goodbyes in the house, and the boys had barely looked up from their video game – Mario Party this time, which seems to be the most balanced of all their games. Billy had glanced over his shoulder briefly, head tilting gently to one side, and asked when they would see her again. On being told that they couldn’t be sure, he’d seemed to accept that and just gone back to the game.

Wendy, however, stands just to one side of them, keeping an eye on everything. She moves closer to America and takes her hand in her own, interlacing their fingers. “Don’t worry. I’m here.”

Scarlet feels her jaw set. It’s still weird. She’s not sure it will ever not be weird. Instead of looking at them, she pulls at the edge of her sweater sleeves. It’s cold. Her boots tracked prints through the snow early, as they strode out into the backyard. Somehow, there are still sheep. She let down all of the illusions, but there are still sheep. One of them gives itself a shake as she stares at them.

“Ok.” America takes a deep breath and lets it out. Her breath turns into a small cloud in the air. She clenches her other hand into a fist so tight that her knuckles pop. “I’m ready. Let’s do this.”

Are you sure? Scarlet wants to ask. She glances at her fingertips. Somehow, this feels almost like the Strucker’s experiments. Only she’s not Strucker, and she isn’t doing this to hurt anyone. She’s doing this to try and help someone. That makes it okay, doesn’t it?

In another universe, I have already done this. In some universe, I will succeed. Why can’t that be this universe?

Scarlet lifts her fingers, lets the wisps of her magic twist through and around her fingers like a rolling coin, and then moves her hand close to America, letting the magic move from her fingertips and directly into America’s head.

America’s eyes immediately turn a blinding blue-white, and a single star-shaped portal opens in front of them.

This is easy. Too easy.

Scarlet stares at the portal and notes the tendrils of emerald green weaving through the edges of the star. She isn’t drawing on the Time Stone’s magic, and yet, there it is, swirling around, tainting the portal which should be purely the same blinding blue-white. Through the portal, Scarlet sees America’s parents just as she remembered them in her dream, one kneeling in the rubbish of her old home, the other turning to her just long enough to say, “Tell the others that if they need us, we will be here.”

No. This isn’t current day. This isn’t them now. This is them then. Ten years ago. That’s what the Time Stone’s magic is helping to do; it’s opening the portal to that exact moment in the past. That’s not what they want. They want now.

Scarlet removes the Time Stone from around her neck and holds it out to Wendy. “Take this. Now. It’s interfering with—”

Before she can finish, Wendy takes the necklace out of her hand. The emerald green slowly pulls away from the portal, and as it does, time begins to move forward. This should be easy. This should be fine.

Except.

For every choice made, another universe spawns.

Every choice America’s moms make. Every choice everyone else in the universe they started in makes. So many universes that it would feel impossible to count them all.

And as time moves forward, the first portal shrinks, and other portals – one for each of those split universes – open around it. Scarlet searched for one universe, but by this time, the singular universe she looked for isn’t one universe anymore. It’s all of these, split from each other. The Time Stone wasn’t trying to hurt them; it had been grounding what Scarlet wanted into the singular moment in time where it was one universe. That exact moment in time.

America screams as her powers rip portal after portal in front of her.

Scarlet scans the opening portals. In some of them, she catches glimpses of another America, reuniting with her moms. That…that can’t be. There’s only one America Chavez. That is the entire point.

In an infinite number of universes—

She can’t think about this right now. She needs to fix this. She can’t make another mistake. She needs to make sure America is safe.

“Give it back!” Scarlet yells at Wendy, holding her hand out for the Time Stone again. “I need it!”

“But you just said—”

“I have to make a choice! Give it back!”

Wendy hands the necklace back, and Scarlet, taking a deep breath, freezes the moment in time again. She closes her eyes, and she returns to that void in time, the one she’d left less than twenty-four hours ago, the one she’d decided she didn’t need to go to again because she was choosing not to go back in the past.

But to succeed, this is what she needs to do. To succeed in a way that doesn’t rip America into nothing but atoms while leaving all of these portals open, so many portals that they might rip through the earth just to open them all. She has to succeed. She told America she could get her to her moms, and she will succeed.

Everything is calmer in the Time Stone’s void.

This time, Scarlet sees multiple timelines. She knows the pulsing scarlet one that pulls from the center of her chest, and she knows the cold green one that stretches out from the Time Stone itself. Now, she sees another pulsing one, that same blinding blue-white of the portal edges, stretching out from America Chavez, and yet another – this one a thin, ghostly grey – that stretches out from the portal – the first portal, with its green tainted edges.

There should only be one line, straight, from America’s chest. One line to her past, and one line to her future. There are no other Americas in the multiverse, as far as America herself has said.

And yet, just as with Scarlet’s own timeline, stretching out into the future, there are splits. Branches that branch out more and more and more – another small infinity that occasionally overlaps with Scarlet’s own. More times than she would like to imagine, even without the ones where their lines run parallel to each other (and parallel to the Time Stone).

That explains everything.

That explains nothing.

Scarlet turns away from the small infinity sprouting out of America Chavez’s chest and over towards the portal itself. As she looks at the branching lines spreading out from it, she sees other portals, other images held up for her of moments in time, and they spread out further and further, giving more and more images. She sees America herself in some of them – but not her America. Another America. Sometimes, she gets there almost immediately; sometimes, she stumbles through another portal right back to where she was; and sometimes, she and her moms together stumble through yet another portal just after they are reunited.

She has to thin these out.

With a wave of her hand, Scarlet reduces the branches by what she hopes is half, removing all of the images of universes where America – some version of America – has already been reunited with her moms. Some version of her sends America to a world where she already exists and gives her two moms two Americas, but she will not choose to do that.

And then there are still so many of them left, so many infinities of mothers mourning for a daughter that they have lost, mourning for a daughter who has become a witch they cannot control, mourning for a son who they have also lost—

There’s too many.

She has to make a choice.

She can’t make a choice.

Out of all of the infinite versions still available to her, Scarlet knows that she sends America to each of them and that she also sends America to none of them. That is what the multiverse means. From here, each of them will split out again – one to a universe where the moms have been reunited with their daughter and one to a universe where they still haven’t and may never be.

Scarlet knows how desperately she wants to be reunited with her own sons, and she feels the pressure of the decision falling in on her – not for America, who would likely never be able to tell the difference, but for her moms. She can’t decide because to decide would mean that only one set of mothers will have their daughter back, would mean that every other set will not get this one back.

Even knowing that the multiverse disproves that, Scarlet can’t decide. She can’t deal with the weight of that. She can’t—

Her chest locks up. She can’t breathe. She can’t breathe—

In another universe, this is how Scarlet dies.

A hand lands, impossibly, on her shoulder, and Scarlet turns, just as impossibly, to see Wendy standing there. Her brows furrow. “You should be frozen. How are you here?”

“I’ve still got the stone.” Wendy turns around and stares out at everything. Another line, pulsing scarlet, stretches out from her. There’s too much gold in her line for it to be Scarlet’s, and yet, if she looks far enough back, Scarlet can just see the place where their lines split from each other. It hurts her head. This all hurts her head. She turns back to Wendy, who meets her eyes. “Where are we?”

“The place where infinity begins,” Scarlet says. It’s not quite right, but it’s not quite wrong either. She turns back to the infinite images in front of her, and her heart begins to pound again. As it does, the line stretching out from her begins to pulse more and more. “I can’t decide,” she whispers. “I can’t do that to her moms on all of these other universes. I can’t—”

“This one,” Wendy says, and as she speaks, all of the other images fade away, leaving one hovering in front of her. She steps towards it, one hand out, and brushes her fingertips along the edge of the image. “This is the right one.”

Scarlet stares at her. “How do you know?”

Wendy smiles as she stares at the three women inside – America’s moms, yes, but also a version of Wanda herself, holding a newborn in her arms, staring at him, in love with him. Just out of frame, they can almost make out someone else, holding her other son. “This is the one I’ve been dreaming for the past two years. All through Neverland. Here, too, when I don’t have nightmares.” She turns back to Scarlet. “This is it. This is the right one.”

In the infinite multiverse, there is no right one. Scarlet doesn’t say this. She can’t breathe, staring at herself, seeing herself as happy as she must be. “They don’t need her,” she mutters.

“You don’t see it.”

As Wendy speaks, the image seems to zoom in on America’s moms. They seem happy, but Scarlet knows that look. She sees the way one of them brushes her hand along the other’s arm. It’s the same way she feels, sometimes, with Ash. Happy, but not. She nods. “Yes, I do.”

When time starts again, the other portals disappear, and one remains, its edges speckled with blinding blue and white. Scarlet pulls her hand away from America’s head, and as she does, America collapses. Scarlet moves just enough to catch her, to hold her upright. “I’m sorry.”

“Did it work?” America says instead, staring up at her. “Did it—?”

“Why don’t you look?”

America doesn’t. She stays, holding onto Scarlet, trying to stand up straight, letting herself lean on her for strength. What kind, Scarlet cannot say. It takes a moment, and then she looks.

Scarlet does not look into the portal. She knows what she will see there. Instead, she looks at America, looking at her moms. Instead, she sees the tears that spring unbidden in America’s eyes.

“Mia madres,” America whispers, and she moves. She only hesitates once, looking back to Wendy, but Wendy makes a shooing motion, go, go. Then she turns back and runs through the portal, into her mothers’ waiting arms.

One of them – Scarlet doesn’t know which – looks up just enough to meet her eyes. “Thank you,” she mouths.

Then the portal closes.

Scarlet stares into the emptiness where the portal once stood. This is the choice they have made, all of them, together. Even if she wanted to go somewhere else, even if she wanted another universe, even if she wanted to escape, this is where she is, and unless America returns—

Before the loneliness can strike through her heart, Wendy takes her hand in her own, and, somehow, Ash is there, too, taking her other hand. They don’t say it, but Scarlet can feel their surface thoughts, feel the comfort they are radiating out from them.

She’s not alone. She’s chosen this family, and she’s not alone, and this—

It is enough.

#bandit fic #finding family with wanda and america #wanda maximoff #scarlet witch #america chavez #elena chavez #amalia chavez #mcu #queue

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