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scar-lie · 5 months

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Omega Pt. 8 [Natasha]

Summary : Natasha's world turns upside down when she learns the truth about breaking the bond

Pairing : Alpha!Natasha Romanoff x Omega!Reader , Alpha!Natasha Romanoff x Alpha!Clitn Barton

Warning : Mention of death and crying

Word Count : 1,105

{OMEGA PT. 7} {OMEGA PT. 8} {OEMGA T. 9}

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*BEEP*.........*BEEP*.........*BEE*.........*BEEP*

The steady heartbeat of Y/N can be heard all over the room, and the slow and shallow heartbeat

They decided to keep the two healthy babies, Y/N and her third baby, in one room; it's big enough for the four of them and to have enough space when the team decided to stay over night. Well, for Tony, it's still smaller, and he wants to expand the space.

But this breaks their hearts, especially Natasha. Seeing one of her pups in critical condition broke her.

"Hello there, little cutie; you look so beautiful like you, Mommies," Wanda whispers to the one who's separate from the two babies while she gently and carefully caresses her right check with the back of her pointer finger that wraps around the gloves.

"Look at your sister; that's your baby sister over there. Say hi," Yelena said while she held the one and Maria the other, waving their little hand that's wrapped around their finger to their sister.

"Why don't you come and see them?" Clint whispers, standing besides Natasha, who's outside your room window.

Afraid to come inside and look at or hold her pups in her arms, even though all she ever wants is to hold them, the thought of her hurting them or crashing them into her arm makes her fear her whole being.

"I'm good here; I-I think it's better if I stay here, outside," Natasha mumbles, wanting to at least get a glimpse of her pups but unable to do so because her two boys in Yelena and Maria's arms are wrapped around a baby blue blanket, and she can't see her daughter because she needs to stay in an incubator, so the only thing she can see is her tiny, cute foot.

"That's nonsense, Natasha. Come on, let's go inside. Don't you want to see them?" Natasha's eyes then converted to Y/N, who's sleeping peacefully in her bed. Her face is peaceful, making Natasha feel at ease, knowing she's safe.

"Natasha?" Clint gives her a light tug on her shoulder, then opens the door.

"Come on, let's see them." Natasha is hesitant, but when she looks back inside, Maria and Wanda motion for her to come inside, and seeing the look on her sister's face with pure happiness convinces her to come inside and join them.

"You wanna hold them?" Maria offers the sleeping pup in her arm to Natasha for her to hold, but the redhead contemplates her decision. They are tiny and precious, and she's afraid that she will crash them, so the best next option is to step forward and look at her pup, slowly and carefully caressing his cute, soft, chubby cheeks with the back of her pointer finger.

"He's so precious," Natasha whispers, smiling and melting her heart when he reaches for her finger and holds it in his palm, then yawns, nustles her finger in his chest, and sleeps with a smile on his face.

"He likes you," Maria whispered, watching the interaction between the two. Again, she tried to make Natasha hold him, but the redhead shook her head.

"No.....he-he looks comfortable in your arms," she says, giving Maria a smile. Then, when the baby loosens his grip, Natasha proceeds to Yelena, who's busy talking to the sleeping baby in her arms.

"Can I look at him?" Natasha asked, looking at Yelena, who's glaring at her. Yelena doesn't want her near the babies, but by the warning, look at the other three. She nodded and let Natasha come sit beside her, caressing the baby's head carefully.

The three look at the redhead with a smile, happy to see her so soft and extra careful around the babies, happy that at least Natasha tried to approach them, but the quiet and happy moment quickly stopped when an erratic sound of the monitor blaring around the room made the four of them panic, looking at you while Clint quickly ran out to call for help.

Natasha quickly ran out to the room, breathing heavily while tears were rolling down her face, and looked out the window, making sure her pups were okay and convincing herself that Y/N was okay while the doctors were frantically moving around the room, trying to revive you.

It took a few minutes to make your vital signs stable, and when Dr. Cho got out of the room, Natasha quickly stepped in front of her.

"She will be okay, right?" Natasha asked, worried, and Clint stood beside her.

"Honestly, I don't know. But the level of weakness of her body and how it's reacting, I-Ms. Romanoff, did you mate with her?" Natasha looked down and nodded, emberassed that she couldn't be the Alpha to her Omega.

"I'm going to be honest with you; I don't know if you know this or not, but once a mated couple tries to break a bond, there's a big consequence: either one of you will die or survive; some couples make it through survival, but..." Dr. Cho sighs, reading Natasha's body language. She's tense, frozen in her spot, trying to be strong, but deep inside of her, she knows that she's breaking.

"Say it," Natasha whispers, holding Clint's hand so tightly that her chuckles turn white.

"Well, in history, mostly Omega's are the ones who suffer from breaking the bond more than Alpha's, which means, mostly 98% of these cases are... Omega's are mostly the ones who died by breaking the bond and only 2% of their survival rate," Natasha gasps. She can't keep her tears at bay, but rather, they are running down her checks.

"I don't want to give you high hopes, but we're trying everything to prevent it from happening; we're using all of our sources to survive her." Natasha turned around and sobbed while Clint smiled at Dr. Cho, saying thank you and rubbing Natasha's back.

Her knees are getting weaker, so she has to lean on the wall beside her and slowly slide down until she's sitting down, resting her elbow in her knees, and her head is low between her arms, crying.

Clint stayed beside her, sitting down too, trying not to show his sadness, knowing Natasha needs him, but he just sat there, not saying anything because he knows that whatever he says will never change the fact that you could die in any minute now, but instead he just let his presence be there to at least make Natasha feel that she's not alone.

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arlana-likes-to-write · 1 year

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Accidents Happen

Family is More than Blood AU

Summary: When Carol has a nightmare and hurts you with her powers, your sisters don’t take it to well.

Warning: A whole lot of angst, mention of a nightmare, mention of injury

Word Count: 3.1k

Natasha was a little surprised to find you in Wanda’s room sitting on her bed while the Sokovian was in her closet. “Hey Nat,” you said when you noticed her in the doorway. “What’s up?”

“I was just looking for you,” she leaned against the doorway. “What are you doing?”

“Oh!” Natasha watched the smile grow on your face. “Carol is taking me on a date and I’m running out of date outfits so Wanda offered her assistance.” Wanda stuck her head out of the closet and smiled at the Black Widow. “Do you need something?” You asked. Natasha smiled, shaking her head but she felt a weird feeling bubble in her chest.

“Nope,” she said. “Have fun tonight. Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.” You laughed and your attention was back on Wanda as she stepped out of the closet with a few dress options. Natasha walked out of Wanda’s room as soon she was a good distance away her smile fell. It seemed like every time Yelena or her tried to do anything with you Carol seemed to have something planned. It was frustrating but Natasha had never seen your smile so big. She felt that feeling again deep within her chest. There was a bitter taste in her mouth. She gasped, stopping in the hallway. Jealous. She was jealous of the time you and Carol were spending together. She shook her head, trying to rid herself of the feeling, and walked into Yelena’s room.

“Is she not coming?” The blonde asked. Natasha shook her head. Yelena sighed but she smiled. “That’s okay! We’ll still have fun.” Natasha smiled, pulling her sister into a hug.

“You're right,” she said. “Now we can gossip about her.” Yelena giggled, the smile not reaching her eyes.

“Tonight was fun,” you said, walking into your room with Carol close behind.

“It was,” you squeaked as you felt her arms wrap around your waist pulling you flush to her chest. “You looked beautiful tonight,” she kissed your shoulder and you felt goosebumps form over your skin. You pulled out of her arms with a smirk.

“Help me take the dress off,” you said, walking into the bathroom. Carol followed you without hesitation.

You lay awake next to Carol tracing shapes on her skin. She was fast asleep next to you, laying on her back. You knew you should get some sleep as you promised Yelena you would go on a morning run with her but your mind wouldn’t stop. You couldn’t believe this was your life. You were out of the Red Room living with your sisters and the Avengers and going on dates with a girl you liked. It was your dream come true.

Whimpers coming from the woman next to you broke you out of your daydream. You sat up slowly to look at Carol. Her eyebrows were scrunched together and a thin line of sweat was covering her forehead. A nightmare. “Hey darling,” you whispered. “Wake up for me. You're safe. It’s just a nightmare.”

“No,” Carol mumbled. “Not her. Please.” Your heart broke. “Take me. Take me.” She began to thrash in her sleep. You had to wake her up before she hurt herself.

“Sweetheart, wake up. Come back to me.” It happened rather quickly. Her hands began to glow and before you could get out of the way, a blast from her powers hit you directly. It sent you flying backward and you hit the wall hard. Stars covered your vision as you slid down to the ground. You hissed in pain, squeezing your eyes shut.

“Fuck,” you barely could make out Carol sitting up in bed. But her eyes found you instantly. “Y/n,” Carol stuttered.

“It’s,” you winced. “It’s okay.” Before Carol could move over to you, your door flew open and you saw your sisters running over to you.

“What did you do?” Natasha barked at Carol. It was becoming hard to keep your eyes open.

“Carol,” you mumbled. “Accident.”

“Get away from her,” you heard Yelena snap. “We need to get her to the med bay.” That was the last thing you heard before the world went dark.

You woke up extremely thirsty and in the med bay. There was a pounding in your head as you tried to sit up. “Hey,” you heard Wanda’s voice. “Take it easy.” She helped you sit up.

‘Water,’ you thought. The Sovokvian handed you a water bottle and you downed the entire thing. “How long have I been here?” You asked her.

“2 days,” she said. “Your injuries were pretty extensive. Helen had to use the cradle,” you looked down at your arms and saw that the burns were gone. Your skin felt normal, and some of your old scars were gone. “The serum saved your life.”

“Where’s Carol?” Wanda sighed.

“I don’t know,” but she wasn’t being fully honest, she wouldn’t look at you. “I saw Natasha and Yelena talking to her,” she bit her lip. “I heard Steve saying she took off for a mission.” Your heart skipped. You tore the IV out of your arm and stood up. Your legs were a little shaky and you ignored Wanda calling out for you as you left the room.

“Hey,” Natasha said, walking over to you with Yelena and Maria. “What are you doing out of bed?”

“What did you do?” You asked, ignoring her question and the ache radiating from your body. Her poker face was amazing but you knew your sister and everyone had a tell. There was a small twitch of her left eyebrow. “What did you say to Carol?”

“Nothing,” she said. She was lying. “She could have killed you.”

“It was an accident,” you admitted. “She was having a nightmare and woke up and reacted. How many times have you hurt Maria because of a nightmare?” You asked.

“It’s a little different,” Yelena said, not allowing time for Natasha to answer. You looked at the blonde. ‘We don’t have powers as she does.” You looked at them in disbelief.

“It’s the same thing. We wake up from a nightmare sometimes out of control,” you heard Wanda walk next to you. “So I’m going to ask again. What did you say to her that caused her to leave?” You asked.

“We didn’t say anything,” Natasha said. “Now come on you need to rest,” she moved to grab your hand but you pulled away from her. You didn’t believe her. Carol wouldn’t just leave without making sure you were okay. Right? Right?

“Natalie,” you said slowly. “Stop lying to me.” You held her glare. Finally, she sighed.

“I told her that it would be best if she wasn’t here when you woke up,” your stomach flipped and the color drained from your face.

“What?” You questioned. “Why-why would you do that?”

“She could have killed you,” she took another step towards you but you backed away from her. You needed space. “She’s dangerous.”

“Dangerous?” You questioned.

“We just want what’s best for you,” Yelena added.

“Best for me?” It was hard for your brain to connect what they were saying. Your brain was short-circuiting. “You wanted to do what was best for me but you made a decision that wasn’t yours to make,” you said. You rubbed your head. “You did it for your benefit, not mine. Why’d you do it?”

“Carol-”

“Stop,” you hissed, cutting Natasha off. “Stop making this conversation about her when her hurting me was an accident because if she was in the right state of mine she wouldn’t hurt me or anyone of us,” you hated this rage that was building inside of you especially since it was directed at your sisters'. You pinched the bridge of your nose. “Why did you tell her to leave?” Still, they didn’t answer. Your sisters were as stubborn as a mule. So you focused your attention on Maria. “You’ve been quiet over there,” you said to her. “Did you not have a hand in what my sisters did?” She crossed her arms, a clear scene of protecting herself.

“I did not,” you hummed, looking back at Natasha and Yelena. The youngest couldn’t even look at you anymore.

“I could always ask Wanda,” you said. “Have her take a peek inside your head.” They both had a physical reaction to that. Natasha through her arms to the side with a huff.

“Carol has been hogging you for weeks. We barely get to see you.” You blinked at her, allowing her words to sit with you.

“Jealousy,” you said, slowly. “You told Carol to leave the compound because you were jealous.”

“Well,” Yelena said. “There is more to it than that.” You laughed.

“Oh, is there?” You asked. “Because do you want to see it from my point of view? You are selfish,” Yelena’s eyes began to water. “If there is a problem you come talk to me and not take matters into your hand and pushed away someone I l-care about,” you stopped yourself from admitting something you weren’t sure about. “I’ve admitted to both of how jealous I am of the life you’ve got to live and I’ve never tried to break it apart. You-” your voice cracked. “Is this why you never came back for me?” You hit a nerve as Natasha’s face morphed into sadness.

“Y/n,” she said.

“I guess I don’t deserve the same happiness, right?” A part of you regretted saying it. “You didn’t want me to steal what you already have.”

“Please stop saying that,” Yelena pleaded. “That’s not true.”

“Yeah it hurts, doesn’t it?” you shook your head and pushed past them. You ran to your room, using the adrenaline to push past the pain. When you got to your room, you immediately called Carol unsure if the call was going to go through. You paced back and forth listening to it ring. “Hey, can you call me when you get this? Please. I’m not mad at you. I just want to talk.” You hung up, biting your nails. You called her again and like before she didn’t answer. “I don’t know what they said to you but I’m okay. I just need you to come home.” You hung up. You called three more times throughout the day, leaving voicemails and text messages but she didn’t respond.

After 24 hours since you woke up from med bay you had enough. FRIDAY told you Tony was in his lab with Rhodey. You stormed in. “Woah,” Tony said, holding up his hands. “Where’s the fire, Big Spider?”

“I need you to send me to space.”

“Excuse me?” The billionaire questioned.

“This is about Carol, right?” Rhodey asked. You ignored him and stared at Tony.

“Here is what’s going to happen,” you said, placing your hands on the table. “You are either going to send me to space or give me a way to speak with Carol. Because I’m this close,” you put your fingers close together. “To lose my fucking mind.” You cleaned closer to him. “And trust me, Tony, you don’t want to be on my warpath.” Tony gulped. His eyes nervously glanced at the man sitting next to him.

“Okay,” Tony said. “We have a direct line to her ship that we use for emergencies.”

“And this seems like an emergency," Rhodey added.

“Follow me.” You followed Tony to a conference room where a computer was set up. “Just press enter and it will connect.” You nodded.

“Tony,” he faced you. “Thank you.”

“Don’t mention it,” he smiled. You sat down at the computer and took a few deep breaths to calm yourself down. It was wrong to take your anger out on Tony when it wasn’t his fault. You made a mental note to apologize to him. Your heart was in your throat as you hit enter and waited for the video to connect.

“Stark is there -” her voice cut off as she saw you. She was standing in the hallway of her ship.

“Please don’t hang up,” you said suddenly. “Hi,” you whispered. She looked tired, bags underneath her eyes. “I’m not mad at you. I wasn’t sure if you got my messages.”

“I did,” she said. That hurt a little more than you thought as she was ignoring your calls.

“Oh, okay,” you cleared your throat. “I don’t know what they said to you to make you leave but it was an accident. I know you would never hurt me. What hurt more was when I woke up and the one person I wanted to see wasn’t there,” your throat burned as you tried to keep the tears back. “When will you be home?”

“Mission will take about a week,” you nodded, unable to look at her anymore. You angrily whipped away a tear.

“Okay, I’ll see you then.”

“Sweetheart,” the pet name caused you to look up. “I’m sorry.” You weren’t sure what she was apologizing for but you nodded and ended the call. You closed your eyes, tasting the salt of your tears. Every wound or bruise you’ve gotten didn’t hurt as much compared to this feeling. Your heart was hurting. You were fighting with your sisters and Carol was avoiding you. You fell to the ground, bringing your knees to your chest. You covered your mouth to quiet your sobs. Your entire body shook. When was the last time you let yourself cry this much? You heard footsteps walking over to you. Through your blurry eyes, you saw that it was Wanda. Without saying anything, she knelt next to you and hugged you.

“Every-everything h-hurts,” you cried against her.

“I know,” she said, running her fingers through your hair. “I need you to breathe for me.” You shook your head.

“I can’t,” your lungs were burning. You couldn’t bring in enough air. “Help,” you pleaded. “Help me.”

“Are you sure?” Instead of answering you brought her hand to your temple. You closed your eyes. Soon your mind went blank and you fell into a deep sleep.

Four days passed since the nightmare incident, and everyone besides Wanda and Vision knew to stay out of their way. You weren’t talking to Natasha and Yelena, even ignoring Melina when she called. Your blood still boiled every time you thought about what they said. You were cutting into a peanut butter angrily when FRIDAY said, “Miss. Y/n, your presence is being requested at the helipad.” You dropped the knife and ran to the elevator, praying for the metal machine to go faster. When the elevator opened, you were standing in front of Carol.

“Hi, stranger,” you said, slightly out of breath. Carol chuckled.

“That’s my line,” she smiled. You hesitated unsure of where she was at. She opened her arms, silently inviting you into a hug. You ran over to her, jumping into her arms. She tensed up slightly but soon relaxed against you. “I’m sorry, sweetheart,” she kissed the top of your head.

“What are you apologizing for?” You asked, stepping back slightly.

“For hurting you when I had that nightmare, for not being in the med bay when you woke up, for everything,” you smiled, placing a hand on your cheek and moving your thumb against her skin. She leaned into your touch.

“I had to admit it hurt,” you said. “We are a team and when things get tough we figure it out together.”

“I could have killed you,” she whispered.

“And the same thing could have happened if I woke up from a nightmare. I’ve almost broken Alexei’s arm,” she looked down but you forced her to look at you. “We’ve all been through some shit that has affected us but we are stronger together, right?”

“Right,” she smiled. You moved your hands behind her neck.

“Can I kiss you?” Her smile grew and she kissed you. You didn’t realize how much you missed kissing her. Her lips were soft against yours and she made your heart beat against your ribs. “Come on,” you said, ending the kiss. “I want to hear all about space. You need to take me up there.” She put her arm around your shoulders, pulling you close. “But wait, I thought you said the mission was going to take a week.” Carol hit the button for the elevator.

“I got a call from Natasha,” she led you into as the doors opened. “She said I’m needed here more than in space.”

Natasha closed the book she was reading when someone knocked at her door. She sighed, closed her book, and walked over to the door. It was a surprise that you were on the other side. You haven’t spoken to her since you stormed out of med bay which Natasha understood but she wished you could talk to her. “Can I come in?” She nodded, stepping out of the way. Natasha closed the door and sat back on the bed but you didn’t join her. Instead, you crossed your arms and stood by the foot of her bed. “Carol told me you apologized.” Natasha nodded.

“Yelena and I both did,” you nodded. “I am sorry. You were right. I did what I did for myself and not for you.” Your jaw clenched but you took a deep breath in and slowly let it out.

“I said some things that day I’m not proud of and I’m sorry,” Natasha knew there was more. “But I’m still mad and I-” you cleared your throat, hugging yourself tighter. “It hurt, Nat, really bad. I feel like I have everything I missed out on; you and Yelena, a family that cares about me, and a girl that likes me.” You looked at her. “Everything you’ve had for years. I have now.” Natasha forced herself to look at you when all she wanted to do was look away and let the tears fall.

“Sestra, what can I do to make this right?” You sighed.

“I don’t know,” you said. She felt the wall she built up come crumbling down. “I still love you and Yelena but I need to figure it out. I need to be selfish for once in my life.” Natasha nodded.

“Of course, we’ll be here,” you nodded, turning to leave but Natasha said your name which caused you to stop. “Sila v pravde (Strength is in truth).” She watched your shoulders shake but you didn’t turn around and walked out of her room, closing the door behind you. It was a phrase that you said to each other when you lived in Ohio. You tried to continue it in the Red Room but Natasha kept her distance. Natasha closed her eyes, expecting the tears to fall but they didn’t. She felt oddly numb. No bruise or broken bone or gunshot could compare to this ache she was feeling. All she wanted was to go back in time and undo what she did. She wanted her sister back.

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lemaldusiecle · 1 year

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The grand duchesses's favorites perfumes, 1910s.

Olga, La Rose Jacqueminot by Coty.

Tatiana, Jasmin de Corse by Coty.

Maria, Lilas Pourpre by Coty.

Anastasia, Violette Pourpre by Coty.

#otma #olga nikolaevna romanova #olga nikolaevna #tatiana nikolaevna #tatiana nikolaevna romanova #maria nikolaevna #maria nikolaevna romanova #anastasia nikolaevna #anastasia nikolaevna romanova #romanov

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wolviestars · 10 months

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Nick are you cursed 😐

#marvel #marvel cinematic universe #secret invasion #iron man #mcu #tony stark #secret #marveledit #nick fury #the avengers #natasha romanoff #natalia romanoff #natalia romanova #shield #aos #agents of shield #maria hill #steve rogers #captain america

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loomontoia · 1 year

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Yeah... Idk how this happened

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oceanlilacs · 1 year

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Russia! My astonished child's eyes see huge palaces, beautiful parks, fountains, gardens, amazing gatherings of relatives, military parades, religious services in churches glittering with gold, jewels so breathtaking you can hardly believe they are real [... ] My eyes also see long corridors, vestibules, and halls, of a size beyond compare, opening one into another, and our feet trotting timidly over wide stretches of floors, so unbounded and polished, that we seemed to walk on ice. And everywhere, a very characteristic smell: a mixture of turpentine, Russian leather and cigarette smoke, with a fragrance, unique in its own way, that distinguished the imperial palaces. Imperial is the right word, fantastic, like in fairy tales [...] every superlative is at its place in that Russia of the Tsars, that Russia full of splendour, which today is no more...

－ Queen Marie of Romania, “Story of My Life”

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distinguisheddonutpeanut · 1 year

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Natasha: Ah shit, I forgot.

Maria: Forgot what?

Natasha: How do you expect me to answer that?

#maria hill #blackhill #maria x natasha #natasha romonova #marianat #maria hill x natasha romanoff #natasha alianovna romanova #natalia romanova #marvel

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comicbooksaregood · 6 months

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Black Widow

Volume: 5

Issue: 4

Public Enemy

Writers: Nathan Edmondson

Pencils: Phil Noto

Inks: Phil Noto

Colours: Phil Noto

Covers: Phil Noto

Marvel

#Black Widow #Nathan Edmondson #Phil Noto #Marvel #Natalia Romanova #Maria Hill #Molot Boga #Damon Dran

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raemayelliot · 2 years

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Cobie talking about BlackHill and I'm losing my shit

#blackhill #maria hill #maria hill x natasha romanoff #natalia romanova #natasha romanoff #agent hill #cobie smulders #martasha #black widow

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justdonotaskmewhy · 6 months

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My TikTok. Now on tumblr part 2

Guess who is my favorite😉

#otma #russian royalty #russian royal family #olga nikolaevna #tatiana romanova #tatiana nikolaevna #maria nikolaevna #anastasia #anastasia nikolaevna

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krasivaa · 11 months

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~Little pair~ edit

✨Maria Nikolaevna and Anastasia Nikolaevna✨

*made by me using capcut*

#my edit #anastasia nikolaevna romanova #grand duchess maria nikolaevna #little pair #siblings #sisters #russia #imperial russia #romanov

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arlana-likes-to-write · 1 year

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Face to Face

Another “What if” of Family is More than Blood

Summary: When Alexei tells you over dinner that it’s time to go on an adventure you and Natasha know excatly what he means. Melina said you didn’t have a choice, the mission was over, and it’s time to go home. But to you your choice would always to save your sisters.

Warnings: gun shot, bullets, brief mention of killing

Word Count: 5k

1995 - Ohio

Something was wrong. You could see it on Melina’s face as you sat down next to Natasha to eat dinner. She wouldn’t look at you. “Girls,” Alexei said. “Do you remember when I told you that one day we would have that big adventure?” Finally, Melina looked at you and Natasha as you felt your sister grab onto your hand. “Today’s the day.”

“Yay!” Yelena exclaimed. Your stomach dropped and you felt your throat close. No. You didn’t want to go back. You wanted to stay here.

“Alright, let’s go!” Alexei said, slamming his hands down on the table and standing up. He walked out of the dining room with Yelena close behind. But you, Melina, and Natasha didn’t get up to follow. Natasha squeezed your hand. You knew the world that was waiting for you as soon as you left Ohio.

“I’m sorry,” Melina whispered. Was she? You couldn’t tell if she was telling the truth or not. She left the table.

“Y/n,” Natasha whispered. You looked at her, fear in her green eyes.

“I know,” you said, placing your hand on her cheek. “Go get your shoes. It will be okay,” You stood up and ran to your room. You dunk underneath your bed and pull out a small box. With shaky hands, you opened it and a pistol rested inside. It’s been three years since you held one. You attached it to your hip and put on a sweatshirt. Before leaving, you grabbed a photo strip of you and your sisters. You sighed and ran back to the living room.

“Leave it, leave it,” Melina said to Natasha as she had the photo album in her hand. Natasha put it down and ran to the garage. Melina watched her run before picking up the album herself.

“You don’t want to go back,” you said. She didn’t look at you as she put the photo album into the bag she was carrying.

“We don’t have a choice. The mission is over,” you grabbed her arm before she could walk away.

“Help me,” you pleaded. “Help me get them out of this.”

“Come on, let's go!” Alexei’s voice called from the garage. Your heart was pounding in your rib cage.

“I’ve been circled through the Red Room three times before you girls were born,” her Russian accent slipped through each word. She pulled her arm out of your hold. “I don’t have a choice.” But she did. She was the only one that could give Natasha and Yelena a better life.

“What if I give you one,” she stopped. “A way to take Natasha and Yelena away from them. A way for you to escape.”

“What are you doing?” She asked.

“Nothing,” it was the truth. But the wheels in your brain were turning. From the moment the Red Room assigned Natasha and Yelena to be your sisters, you made a promise to yourself to protect them. It was wishful thinking because you knew the mission would come to an end but you needed to try. “Nothing at all.” You followed Melina into the garage.

“You have it?” She asked Alexei. You opened the side door that Yelena was on as you watched Alexei hold up a floppy disk and put it in his bag.

“Move over,” you told the blonde. She started to whine about being in the middle but you gave her a pointed look and she moved over. You got in and closed the door. Alexei and Melina got in and he threw the bag at your feet. Alexei pulled out of the driveway, not bothering to close the garage door and driveway from the only home you knew. There were still kids playing in the street and you saw Natasha rest her head against the glass and watch them. You wished you knew what was going on in her head.

“Where are we going?” Yelena asked. Her bare feet barely touched the ground. She was too young to go back. You and Natasha were younger but it wasn’t a competition.

“Home,” Melina’s eyes flickered to yours in the mirror. Yelena giggled.

“Mommy, you're silly,” she smiled. “We just left home.” You sighed, resting your head on the window. She was right. You just left home. Russia and the Red Room wasn’t home because a home is where you felt loved and safe. But the mission was over. You had to return home.

Soon the neighborhood changed as Alexei turned onto the highway. The car ride was too silent for your liking and you saw Yelena getting antsy. “How about you play some music?” You asked Alexei. He pushed the cassette tape and American Pie began to fill the quiet car ride.

“Bye, bye, Miss. American Pie,” you sang along with Yelena. Melina rested her head on her hand, a frown edged on her face. Natasha was watching a football game as you drove by. You glanced at the bag at your feet, ideas moving in your head.

Alexei pulled down a dirt road and Yelena leaned into you more as the lights disappeared. “It’s okay malen'koye solnyshko (little sun),” you whispered. “I’ll protect you.”

“Promise?” She asked, looking up at you. Your heart began to pound against your ribcage. Could she feel it? Could Alexei hear it?

“Yeah, promise.” Alexei stopped the car and you were the first one out of it.

“Grab my back,” he told you. You did as you were told. Melina helped Yelena out of the car as you ran over to the greenhouse where the small prop plane was hidden. You tore down the plastic and took away the brake from the front tire. It clicked in your head as you looked over your shoulder and Melina was telling Natasha and Yelena to run. Yelena was holding onto a small teddy bear. Alexei flipped a trailer to clear the path for the plane as sirens approached. It was more of a chance than a choice. A chance for the three of them to live. You opened the door of the plane and jumped in, closing and locking it behind you. A single shot from Alexei’s rifle made you jump as you moved to the pilot seat.

“Open the door,” Melina said, banging on the door. You took the floppy disk out of Alexei’s bag and pushed it into her hands from the window of the cockpit.

“A choice, right?” Another gunshot and you saw a police car flip. “Save them. Save yourself. That is your choice.” You turned on the plane and the engine roared to life. Melina looked at you, her jaw clenched. “I’ll try to keep them away from you.” You were running out of time.

“What’s going on?” Natasha asked. You ripped the photo strip in half and put one half and the pistol in Natasha’s hands.

“Look after them for me, sestra,” you smiled. Her green eyes widened.

“Don’t let them take your heart,” Melina told you. You nodded, closed the window, and drove the plane out of the greenhouse. The Red Room taught you many things but Melina was the one to teach you how to fly in case something went wrong. You drove down the runway as Alexei ran beside it, shooting the cars behind you. He jumped onto the wing and he didn’t mask his confusion when he saw you flying. It was short-lived as bullets hit the plane and you were shot in the arm. You screamed in pain and the plane began to drift. You couldn’t crash though. They needed time to get away.

‘I don’t want to go back,’ you heard Natasha’s voice.

‘Promise?’ That was Yelena’s. You turned the handle to get the plane under control. Two cars were coming for you.

‘Hit the accelerator,’ you heard Melina’s voice. The plane sped up. Alexei fired forward and bullets hit the window. ‘Hold it steady.’ You listened to her. ‘Pull back at 55 knots. Let’s count together.’

“45, 50..” you counted, dodging another bullet. Alexei shot out a tire and the two cars flipped.

‘55. Pull back. Pull back with all your strength.’ You yelled as you got the plane in the air. The adrenaline wore off and the pain of the wound on your arm became worse. Once you got the plane steady, Alexei opened the door.

“Where are they?” He asked, his English accent gone. “I asked you a question, where are they?” You didn’t answer, focus on flying the plane and trying not to bleed out. “Turn us around,” You laughed, glancing at him. He had the rifle aimed at you.

“Or what?” You asked. It felt weird speaking with your native accent. It sounded wrong. “You’ll shoot me. If you kill me the plane goes down and even with the serum you’ll die. Do you know why?” It was his turn to stay quiet. “Because no one will come looking for you.” There was an intense hatred in his eyes, something you’d never seen directed at you. “We finish this mission without them.”

Cuba

“Where are they?” He asked you. His guards were pointing their guns at you as if you were the threat, the enemy. You were a 14-year-old girl with no weapon and a gunshot wound in your arm.

“I don’t know,” you admitted. It was the truth. You weren’t sure if they got arrested, shot, or killed.

“I can deal with her,” Alexei said. You glared at the man who was your father for 3 years. But Dreyokv helped up his hand to stop the man.

“No need, old friend,” he said, taking your chin in his hands. “I know how to deal with bad, malen'kiy pauk (little spider).”

2007 - Washington DC

“Romanoff, Barton, my office,” Fury said, walking past the two agents toward his office. Clint shrugged his shoulders and followed the director. Natasha sighed, running through a mental checklist of all the responsibilities she needed to take care of. All those boxes were checked so that wasn’t it. She hoped he wasn’t sending her on a mission because she planned to go home this weekend. When she entered Fury’s office, Clint was sitting down and Maria and Phil were there. She closed the door and joined her friend at the table. “This is strictly needed to know,” Fury said. “Our friends in the council have tasked us to bring down an individual. She’s responsible for over 100 confirmed kills and is extremely dangerous,” the screen flipped through different government officials, police officers, and civilians who have been killed.

“So you want us to bring her in?” Clint asked, taking a sip of his coffee.

“The council wants you to eliminate her,” Maria said. “Fury has other plans,” Natasha smirked at the eye roll she hid from her boss. The agent sent her a wink.

“They fail to see the benefits of having a Russian agent on our side if we can get her to defect,” Natasha’s heart skipped and her stomach dropped at the mention of Russia. Clint stole a glance at her. The only people at SHIELD that knew the truth about her past were in this room.

“Do we have an identity?” Natasha asked.

“No confirmed identity but we have a list of aliases and a picture,” Phil put up a blurry picture of a girl with her hood covering part of her face. It was impossible to run that picture through facial recognition software but Natasha could never forget your face.

“She goes by Black Widow and-”

“She’s from the Red Room,” Natasha cut Fury off. “Do we have a location for her now?”

“We think her next target will be in the States,” Phil explained. That scared Natasha even more. Were you after them? Was the Red Room finally caught up to them?

“Who is she, Nat?” Maria asked. The redhead sighed, picking at the skin of her thumb.

“Technically,” she said slowly. “She’s my sister and I may know who her next target is.”

“Who?”

“My family.”

West Chester, Pennsylvania

“Mom, I’m home,” Yelena called out, toeing off her sneakers and throwing her backpack on the couch.

“There’s food in the kitchen,” she heard Melina call out. After soccer practice, Yelena was always starving. She walked into the kitchen and found the muffins Melina left out of her.

“Is Nat coming home this weekend?” She called out, her mouth full of the muffin she was eating.

“What have I said about speaking with food in your mouth?” Melina asked, pouring more coffee from the pot. Yelena merely shrugged. “I believe so but you never know with her job.” Yelena was proud of her sister but she missed her. The first soccer game of her senior year was this weekend and Natasha said she’d come to see her play plus she always brought Yelena something from DC. It was a win-win. The house began to ring.

“I got it,” Yelena said. “Hello,” she answered.

“Is mom there?” Natasha asked.

“Speak of the devil,” Yelena said, playing with the cord of the phone. “Do you have cameras in the house we were just talking about you?”

“I need to speak to Melina,” Yelena sighed, leaning against the counter.

“No hello or how are you,” she said. “Are you coming to my soccer game this weekend? Oh! You should have Maria tag along with you.” She teased. She’s only met Maria a handful of times but she saw the way her sister looked at the agent. It was cute, disgusting but cute.

“Yelena, give the phone to Melina.” The blonde rolled her eyes.

“The princess wants to speak with you,” she gave Melina the phone and grabbed an apple from the bowl of fruit, ignoring Melina saying something about spoiling her dinner as she walked to the living room. But something caught her eye out the window and she stopped. There was a black car parked outside, a car she’s seen around town, at school, soccer practice, and a diner with her friends. This time she saw who was driving. It was a woman, around Natasha’s age, and she was leaning against the driver's side door with a drink in her hand. She had sunglasses on, black jeans, and a hoodie. Yelena saw her smile. “Mom,” she called out, not taking her eyes away from the stranger. “Mom, there is someone outside.”

“She’s here,” she heard Melina say and hung up the phone.

“Who’s she?” Yelena asked but Melina didn’t answer. Instead, she pulled Yelena away from the window.

“Go to my office and lock the door,” a gun was pushed into her hands. “Don’t come out until I tell you to.”

“What’s going on?” Yelena asked.

“Please do as I say, okay?” Melina cupped her face in her hands. “Your sister is on her way.”

“Okay,” Yelena nodded. “Okay.” She ran for Melina’s office, closing and locking the door behind her. Her heart was pounding against her rib cage. She tried to steady her breathing but her mind was transported back to when she was young and gunshots hit the car she was in. But a voice told her to breathe. She heard that same voice now. She listened to it and her chest loosened up and air flowed into her lungs. They were going to be okay.

You watched as Melina dragged Yelena away from the window. It took your breath away how old she’s gotten. Your baby sister was a senior in high school and a star soccer player. You smiled, pulling up the sleeve of your jacket to look at your watch. You knew Natasha would be on her way but you had time to go see them. You put the empty cup and sunglasses in the rental and walked to the front door. The neighborhood was nice, a split image of the one you lived in Ohio. But this time it was real. They weren’t on a mission or a job and you hated you had to uproot their life but this was important. Before you could knock on the door, it swung open and Melina was holding a rifle to you. Your hands went up. “Well,” you said, slipping into your American accent. “Hello Mama, this is one way to greet me after all these years,” you smiled. The older Widow didn’t budge. “I’m unharmed minus the knife on my hip.” She took a step back and you took it as a silent confirmation to enter. You kicked the door close, not breaking eye contact with the woman you haven’t seen in 11 years, who checked you for weapons and found only the knife. It had dried blood on it.

“Whose blood?”

“Mine,” you told her. “Upper left thigh,” it was already beginning to heal because of the serum in your veins. “I had to take the tracker out.” Even with the admission that you didn’t want to be followed Melina still didn’t lower your weapon. It hurt that she didn’t trust you but a part of you understood. “I’m not here to kill you, Melina. Or Yelena or Natasha,” you whispered.

“Sit,” she ordered you to sit down at the dining room table. You noticed the photo album as you walked by. You sat down, keeping your hands visible. The last thing you wanted was for her to shoot you.

“What now?” You questioned.

“We wait.”

Natasha’s leg wouldn’t stop bouncing. They were still an hour out and she knew Melina could handle you but that didn’t quiet your anxiety. They were free from the Red Room for 11 years and she hated it if everything was ruined. Yelena was so close to graduating high school and Fury already offered her a spot at SHIELD if she chose to join. “Hey,” Maria sat down next to her. “Everything will be okay.”

“The last time I saw she jumped into the pilot seat before Melina could and I watched the plane she was in get shot at,” she said. “She told Melina to save us. We escaped while she flew off.”

“I don’t think she’ll hurt you,” Natasha shrugged.

“We don’t know that,” she whispered. “She was with them for 11 years. We don’t know what they did to her.” Her leg started to shake again. Maria placed her hand on top of her leg.

“Your right but whatever happens we’ll deal with it together,” Natasha smiled, placing her hand on top of Maria’s, interlocking their fingers. Together. That sounded nice.

“Are you sure you don’t want one of us to go with you?” Clint asked, his hand resting on his chin. Natasha put on the earpiece that Phil gave her. They were a few houses away from hers.

“She doesn’t know any of you. They could set her off,” she said. “I’ll bring her in.” Clint sighed.

“I don’t like this. I don’t like this,” Natasha smiled, placing her hand on the archer’s shoulder and squeezing it. Once Phil put a camera on her shirt that gave them eyes and ears inside while she was comforting you, she was ready.

“Don’t do anything stupid, okay?” Phil asked.

“Never,” she teased and walked over to the black car. The engine was cold so you’ve been here for a while. She let out a shaky breath, pulled out her gun, and entered. “Melina,” she called out, closing the door.

“Dining room,” the older woman called out. She made her way over there and saw Melina sitting at one head of the table with her rifle on the table.

“Natalia,” you smiled. There you were, in the flesh. Not in her nightmares of the few years she had to go through the Red Room or that night in Ohio. You were sitting right in front of her. It was unsettling. “Look at you. All grown up.” Natasha squeezed the grip of her gun.

“Has she hurt you?” She asked Melina. Her mother shook her head. Natasha saw the frown replace the smile on your face.

“Did you think I’d hurt them?” You questioned. Nastaha wasn’t sure. She wanted to believe you were the same girl that pushed a photo strip in her hands and told her to look after Yelena and Melina.

“Where’s Yelena?” You shrugged.

“No idea,” you said. “I saw her from the window and when I opened the door Melina had a gun to my face. I’ve been sitting here ever since.” Natasha took a step forward.

“I could kill you and all this will be over,” you chuckled, shaking your head.

“You won’t kill me,” you smiled. Natasha was getting visions of years spent together in the Red Room. Every time the instructors put you against each other, you could flash her that smile.

“Now why wouldn’t I?”

“Two reasons,” you put one finger up. “One, you would get blood all over the wall and Mama was a stickler for messes when we were younger and I don’t see that changing now.” Natasha heard laughing in her ear. “And two,” you stood up and Melina mirrored you. You walked over to Natasha so the barrel of the gun was pointed at your heart. “There is a part of you that’s curious, right? Why after all these years am I finally reaching out? If it’s not to kill you then why am I here?” You were right. If Natasha pulled the trigger none of their questions would be answered and Fury wanted you alive.

“Why are you here?” Melina asked. Before you could answer a door opened and closed.

“Can I come out now?” Yelena asked. Her footsteps echoed through the quiet house and she froze when she rounded the corner. Her eyes went from you to Natasha then to Melina then back to you. “I know you,” she said. “Your Y/n,” you nodded. Natasha could see the tears forming in the corner of your eyes. “I don’t understand. What’s going on?” Natasha put her gun down.

“Call in your friends that are waiting outside,” you told Natasha. “We are going to need some help with this.”

You found yourself sitting on Melina’s couch after making a quick introduction with Maria, Clint, and Phil. Yelena was sitting down next to you. Clint was standing in the corner and Phil was in the extra chair. Maria and Natasha were on the other couch, sitting next to each other. You could see their fingers brushing against each other. “You’ve grown up,” you said to Yelena.

“No shit,” she laughed. You smiled at the sound. Melina brought a bottle of vodka and a few glasses for everyone.

“How much do they know?” You asked, pouring yourself a drink.

“Everything,” Natasha took the bottle for herself. Well, that would make things easier. You were still struggling to believe you were sitting with your sisters and Melina and the people closest to them. You dreamed of this reunion for years but not like this. You took a shot.

“11 years ago the Red Room conducted a mission. They needed an American family to blend in and steal information from a SHIELD Facility. They chose myself, Yelana, and Natasha as siblings and Melina and Alexei were our parents.”

“Where is Alexei?” Yelena asked.

“The last time I checked a Russian prison,” you stared into the clear liquid. You’ve thought about breaking him out but the hatred in his eyes in Cuba still haunted you. “Alexei drove us to an airport and a firefight broke out. I got into the plane before Melina and locked them out,” you sighed. “I told Melina to save them and I gave Melina whatever Alexei stole,” you took another shot. “I never saw them again.”

“What did you do with it?” Phil asked Melina.

“Destroyed it as soon as we were safe,” Melina took a shot herself. She leaned back, crossing one leg over the other. “It was research on brain functions.”

“Why are you here?” Clint asked. You looked at him. His arms were crossed and you knew by the look on his face he didn’t trust you.

“Dreyvok wants them back,” you said. “He believes he’s at a palace where he can bring them home.” You watched Natasha tense up and Maria placed her hand on her thigh. The color drained from Yelena’s face. But Melina kept her face neutral, you weren’t surprised by that.

“And he sent you to bring them in,” you nodded. “Why you?” Maria asked. Your jaw clenched.

“Punishment,” you whispered. “He knows I had a hand in helping them escape.”

“I’m surprised he didn’t have you killed,” Natasha said. You sighed.

“Death would have been a blessing,” you mumbled. You could feel his hands on you and his breath on your neck. The vodka you drank was turning in your stomach.

“What do we do?” Yelena asked.

“We kill him,” Melina said. “We bring down the Red Room.”

It was easier said than done as the Red Room was impossible to find. But a plan began to be formed. You used Melina’s shower and changed into some of Natasha’s old clothes. It was a brief moment you felt normal. However, it was short-lived when you stepped out of the bathroom and were surrounded by photos of Melina, Natasha, and Yelena. You were standing in the home they built, a place you didn’t belong. You picked up a photo that appeared to be from Natasha’s graduation. “They fought a lot,” Yelena said, walking up to you. “Especially when we first moved here.”

“About what?” You asked, putting the picture down.

“You.” your mouth dropped, not expecting her answer. Yelena smiled. “Natasha wanted to go find you and bring you home but Melina said it was too dangerous.”

“Home?” You questioned. Yelena nodded, motioning for you to follow her. You did and she led you to a closed door. She opened it and let you walk in. It was a simple bedroom and you recognized some of your things from Ohio. Your guitar, a blanket that was thrown on your bed, and a stuffed animal you got from a fair.

“I sometimes found Melina and Natasha in here,” you sat on the bed, moving your fingers over the blanket.

“I’m surprised you remembered me,” you whispered. She sat down next to you.

“I could never forget you,” you smiled.

“I missed you so much, malen'koye solnyshko (little sun),” you pushed away a tear that fell from Yelena’s eyes as she recognized the familiar name. She hugged you tight and you let out a shaky breath, not used to touch in this way. For the past 11 years, each touch left a bruise, a scar, and blood.

“Please don’t leave us again,” Yelena whispered.

“I won’t,” you promised. It was a dangerous promise to make.

Natasha found you sitting on the floor against the bed. You were strumming against the guitar. It was an odd sight, she thought. She never thought she would see you again. Natasha listened to you play, lost in your world for you to not notice her. She knocked on your door. You looked up, your eyes were glossy with tears. “Hey,” you said, putting the guitar down.

“Mind if I join you?” You shook your head. Natasha sat down next to you. “How are you doing?” You sighed, bringing one of your knees to your chest.

“I’m ready for this to be over,” you admitted. You had a far-off look in your eyes but you snapped out of it quickly. “So what’s the story between you and Maria?” You asked. Natasha couldn’t help the blush that appeared on her face.

“Shut up,” she mumbled. You laughed, shaking your head. Natasha couldn’t help but wonder what he did to you. The smile on your face wasn’t as bright as it was back in Ohio. “When this is all said and done, what’s your plan?” She asked.

“I don’t know,” you mumbled. Natasha felt her stomach drop. “I never had the choice, you know?” Natasha nodded. She knew to an extent but for the past 11 years, she had choices.

“You could join SHIELD,” she said. “Use everything they taught us to do some good in the world,” you hummed, nodding your head. “We could be a family again; you, me, Yelena, and Melina,” she took half of a photo strip out of her pocket and handed it to you. You smiled, tracing each face in the photo.

“Family, eh?” You questioned. You went into the pocket of the sweatpants you borrowed from Natasha and took out the other half of the photo. You connected them where you ripped them.

“I missed you,” the redhead admitted. “I replay that day over and over again in my head and wonder if we could have done something different so all of us could have gotten out of there.” You shook your head.

“Someone had to fly the plane and it wasn’t going to be Alexei,” you smiled.

“Why you then?” She asked. You looked at her, staring into her green eyes.

“I’m your big sister,” you said. “It’s my job to look after you.” Hurried footsteps running towards your room, stopped the conversation. It was Yelena.

“Dinner is ready,” she said. “Mom told me to come to find you,” her hands rested on her hips. “This house isn’t that big. I don’t know why it took me so long.” Natasha laughed, standing up. She held out her hand to help you stand up.

“You are going to need to sharpen those skills, sestra,” Natasha said. “How else are you going to make it through the academy?” Yelena huffed.

“Who said I want to be a SHIELD agent?”

“I guess you’ll miss spending some extra time with me then,” you smiled, putting your arm around Natasha’s shoulders. Yelena’s eyes widened.

“You're joining SHIELD?!?” You nodded.

“Yeah, I guess I am,” you said. “Together, right?”

“Promise?” Yelena put her pinky up. You wrapped your pinky around hers. It didn’t take long for Natasha to join.

I thought this was fun and another way to look at our favorite sisters! Let me know if you want to see more of this.

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