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urdepressedslut · 10 months

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You’re Mine, Sunshine

♡ Pairing: Grumpy!Bodyguard!Bucky Barnes x Sunshine!Fem!Reader

♡ Summary: Bucky gets picked by a very rich and respected man to be his daughter’s personal bodyguard. The Father warns him that it won’t be an easy job, that she is a brat and difficult to deal with. But what happens when Bucky meets you and you’re the complete opposite?

♡ Warnings: mentions of amputation, light angst, hints to violence, mentions of death, bucky being a grumpy man

Part 2

Trope ⇢ Grumpy x Sunshine | Mob!AU Bodyguard!AU

“Mr. Barnes, your résumé so far is quite impressive.” Pierce acknowledged with a slow nod.

Bucky of course had a trained eye, but the glares that were not so subtly sent his way by the big boss— were intimidating. He wasn’t scared, no. He simply respected this man’s power. Bucky knew better than to get on the bad side of someone like Pierce.

“Says here you’re an amputee?” Pierce asked so bluntly, and he noticed Bucky’s eyes squint slightly. “Sorry, if I’m overstepping but nothing will be overlooked.”

“It’s not a problem, sir.” Bucky assured him. “Yes, I lost my left arm during a mission way back.”

Pierce furrowed his brows.

“Mission? I take it you used to be an agent of some sort.” He assumed.

Bucky nodded.

“Hm, very good. Continue.” He waved him on.

“I had some surgical procedures— and now I have a prosthetic.”

Bucky lifted his left arm, rolling his sleeve slightly up to expose the metal to the boss. Pierce hummed impressively, taking in the intricate designs on the metal.

“I can assure you that me having a prosthetic will not be an issue— my arm is made out of only the strongest metal. Bullet proof, in fact.” He added, hoping it would further impress the boss, proving just how perfect for the job he was.

It wasn’t his dream to be a bodyguard, actually it was quite a low in his career— if you asked him. He had fallen out of his previous steady job, due to some complications. He had the experience of being a bodyguard— just not for only one person. It would be a weird change for him, but he was willing to take on the challenge. Also, the pay was nice.

Pierce hummed again, the information that his prosthetic arm was bullet proof— only satisfying him more.

“Like I said, impressive Mr. Barnes. But this is an extremely important task. My only daughter, who must be protected at all costs.” Pierce trailed off, expression growing serious. “It’s been a hard adjustment since the passing of my wife, my daughter is all I have left.”

Bucky nodded in understanding, knowing what it was like to lose loved ones. In fact, that wound was still fresh on him.

“If I allow you to take on this role, you are to swear to yourself that you will do whatever it takes to keep her alive— no matter what.” Pierce spoke loudly, his voice orotund.

Bucky in the back of his mind thought about his choice of words. ‘If I allow you.’ Bucky respected this man, but he had to hold back the scoff that threatened to escape his lips at his statement.

“Do you think you’re ready for that?” Pierce challenged, and suddenly it wasn’t about his daughter at all. It was a man challenging another man, a task that he deemed impossible.

His metal hand behind his back whirred in annoyance. After all that fluffing his head up, complimenting his training. It was clear Pierce thought so little of him, and at that— it made Bucky wanna take the job even more. Just to prove him wrong.

“Yes sir.” Bucky promised, shaking Pierces hand in a firm— slightly aggressive shake.

Pierce smiled, dropping Bucky’s résumé on his desk. Getting himself comfortable, he sat on the edge of the front of the desk, crossing his arms.

“Now, let’s go through what is to be expected.” He started, Bucky nodded for him to continue. “You are to be with her at all times, except for when you sleep. You do sleep right?”

Bucky let the scoff escape this time, but it wasn’t as aggressive as he wanted it to be.

“I’ve got a metal arm, but I’m still human sir.”

Pierce chuckled to himself, and Bucky wanted to roll his eyes. This man thinks he’s so funny.

“Right. You must never let her leave your sight, if she wants to see her friends— you’ll be seeing them with her. Not that it’s going to be an issue, I don’t think she has many friends… or any.” The boss shrugged, seemingly unconcerned about his daughter.

Bucky nodded, taking everything in.

“You are going to be staying with her in the safe house… well— she thinks it’s just a house but the area is guarded with my men.” He shrugged again. “I’m a successful man and with that comes enemies, people who look for my weaknesses. You know that.”

Bucky gave a tight lipped smile, Pierce so far sounding like a father of the year.

“Now, about my daughter. Her name is (Y/n) (Y/L/n), and she is a handful.” Pierce stated frustratedly. “She’s rude, ungrateful, nasty— and just overall extremely difficult.”

Bucky furrowed his brows, rethinking his decision to be a bodyguard for this girl. Fucking lovely.

“You can now understand why I’m paying you the offered amount. It’s only fair to you, Mr. Barnes. Truthfully, I can’t deal with her anymore. I love her, and she’s my daughter but… It just doesn’t work out with me. I’m a busy man— I don’t have time for brats.” Pierce spat, straightening up and heading back around his desk.

Bucky had already been creating this mental image of you, so far you sounded like a witch. He was not at all ready to be dealing with you 24/7.

“Doesn’t sound like a problem boss, I’m happy to be protecting your daughter. Nobody will lay a hair on her head, I swear on my life.” Bucky promised again, bowing his head slightly.

“Oh I know. If anything happens to her and I find out you were slacking even by an inch… well you’re a smart man, I’m sure you can figure it out.” Pierce warned, and Bucky swallowed at the mere intimidation that laced his voice.

But he would not back down to this challenge, which is how he saw this— not a job.

“That will be all Mr. Barnes, (Y/n) is around here somewhere. Find her and take her home.” He told Bucky, putting on his glasses— focusing on his paperwork.

“Yes sir.”

Bucky nodded and turned to exit the room. He was so confused with the interaction. You’d think someone who hires a bodyguard for their daughter would know where their daughter is. The way he spoke about you was off putting. Bucky didn’t even know you, but it felt wrong to hear someone talk so little about you. What did he know anyway— apparently you were a monster.

He made his way through the building with a swift walk, needing to fulfill his duties and find you quickly. He was on the third floor, about to hit the button to the elevator when he saw a young lady. Despite him wanting to find you all on his own, he got her attention.

“Excuse me,” He waved to her with a fake smile, “Do you know where I can find (Y/n) (Y/L/n)?”

The lady smiled and took Bucky by surprise by laughing. His fake smile vanished immediately, his eyes squinting in a annoyed expression.

“That would be me!” You exclaimed with a warm smile.

Bucky’s eyes widened and he thought for a second he was being fucked with, but after you stayed smiling at him, being as patient as ever— he knew you weren’t joking.

“Uh right… Your dad is Pierce?” He asked hesitantly, keeping his guard up. Still thinking someone was messing with him— testing him.

You nodded slowly, giving him a curious expression. Your smile never wavering.

“Yes, and you are?” You asked so politely.

Bucky shouldn’t of been as shocked as he was but truthfully, he was expecting a demon spawn of a person. Red eyes, withered flowers left in your path, a literal storm cloud floating over you— but you looked so normal. So sweet and pretty. Your hair smelled so strongly of strawberry shampoo, he could catch the scent from his spot. Your voice was like honey, the sound soothing.

He was confused as to why your father thought so wrongly of you. He had too many questions.

He cleared his throat, straightening himself now that he believed you were who he was looking for.

“(Y/n), my name is Mr. Barnes— I’ve been hired as your personal bodyguard.” He informed you, watching the corners of your mouth falter slightly.

“Oh, did my Father hire you?” You asked politely.

“Yes ma’am.”

You nodded your head, attempting to keep a smile on your face. But you couldn’t help the distaste for being given a bodyguard. You knew it was only for the sole purpose, that your Father didn’t want to care for you anymore. He wanted nothing to do with you. That fact was enough to make your nose start to burn, but you held yourself together— not wanting to break down in front of this new guy.

Bucky watched you take in the information, the way you took a deep breath, almost controlling yourself before you spoke again.

“Nice to meet you Mr. Barnes. I’m sure we’re going to be great friends.” You told him.

Bucky shook his head, an annoyed expression etching his face.

“Ma’am, I think we should keep things professional. I have been hired as your bodyguard. Let me do my job, and you can continue with your day as usual. You won’t even know I’m here half the time.” He explained rather harshly.

You seemed taken aback, his words hurting you more than they should’ve. You were lonely, and you thought you’d be able to get a friend out of this situation. Even if he was being hired to hang around you. Luck didn’t seem to be on your side as he told you off. The burning felt stronger in your nose, and you took another deep breath.

Bucky only felt bad for a second, but he was quickly snapping back to reality. It was his life on the line to protect you, and if Bucky was anything— it was that he was good at doing his job. This was business, not playtime.

“I’m here to take you home. Are you ready?” He asked you.

You relaxed your quick beating heart, not even having time to speak with your Father. Not that he’d want to anyway. So much had changed since your Mother passed, you had yet to heal those wounds.

You nodded with a weaker smile, one that didn’t quite reach your eyes. If Bucky had noticed your sudden mood change, he didn’t mention it— instead guiding you outside.

He opened the door to the car that was waiting outside for you, climbing in himself after you were settled.

He started driving to your place, with the help of the car telling him directions.

Meanwhile you gazed out the window, watching the buildings pass by. You forced yourself to keep a small smile on your face, hoping you’d convince yourself that the gesture was genuine if you did it long enough.

Bucky glanced back at you through the rear view mirror from time to time, watching you look out the window. He was still trying to come to terms with how polite you were, how completely opposite you were to your Fathers description.

On one hand it was a relief that he didn’t have to deal with the devil. On the other hand… he was anxious to see where this job would lead him.

A/N: I don’t know what is wrong with me, but suddenly I had this urge to write a bodyguard!bucky fic. let’s be honest, we are all slut’s for bodyguard!bucky 😭 I’m also a whore for the trope grumpy x sunshine 🥰🥴 let me know what you think— this is all word vomit.

#bucky barnes #the winter soldier #marvel cinematic universe #reader insert #sebastian stan #buckybarnes #fluff #marvel imagines #light angst #oneshot #bodyguard bucky barnes #bodyguard au #mob au #grumpy x sunshine #james buchanan barnes #bucky barnes x you #beefy bucky barnes #bucky barnes x y/n #mini series

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natandwandaseries · 3 days

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“How did we end up here?” Clint asks, tying off his wound with a ripped sheet.

“You don’t remember?” Natasha looks up from her own triage, alarmed.

“No, I do,”

“We took rode a motorcycle through the streets for ten miles until we reached a train, hopped on a freight car, rode that for two hours, then jumped off at the first major terminal, walked for fifteen minutes,”

“I mean, here, in general. In this situation.”

“Oh. We are both trained assassins atoning for our sins by joining a secret government organization. Are you sure you’re feeling okay?”

“Great. Thanks.”

“But if you mean how we came to be assassins, I’d say we played the best we could with the hand we were dealt.”

#I miss pre-Avengers Nat and Clint so I made a mini fic #mini fic #minific #thenatandwandaseries #natandwandaseries #ao3 fanfic #the nat and wanda series #marvel fanfic series #ao3 writer #ao3 #marvel fanfiction #natasha romanoff #Clint Barton #Hawkeye #black Widow #mcu

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blogfullofemos · 8 months

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Let Me Break The Ice (Part I)

To the moon knight girlies, sorry for the long break. This was inspired by an anon ask I've seen from another blog. It sent my mind spiraling into feral thoughts, my true Britney Spears persona. Thank you and enjoy. 😘

Summary: You had a rather 'very heated' dream which put you into a very compromising position 😏. Would you think your husband Marc Spector would mind?

Warnings: Mentions of rope bondage, mentions of smacking, Daddy kink!Marc, being called slut *gasp*, mutual masturbation, fingering, handjob, and dubious sensational foreplay. Like that scene of Harry Styles with the watermelon (iykyk).

Word Count: 1,034

You woke up with a sigh as you came to from the heated dream. “You okay beautiful?” Marc asks with a rest-addled voice, his hand lightly playing with your splayed hair. You look at him with droopy eyes and realize your balled fist was wrapped around Marc’s cotton tank, your other hand inside your pajama pants. The thick quilt barely covering your body as it covered Marc’s up to his stomach. “Fuck m’sorry.” you apologize moving your hands away from their rather odd places. You shifted your body to face him as he did the same, he rests his hand on the side of your face. He rubs his thumb gently on your cheek as he brushes your hair away from covering your face. He then proceeds to slowly with ghost-like sensation glide his fingers down the side of your neck, you moan lightly from the gentle feel by the rather rugged side of your husband. Your eyes showcasing adoration to the stubbly beard growing out, knowing Steven would shave it off sooner or later for fear of losing his job. But the thought of feeling the stubble prickle your skin reawakened your need with a force. “What did you dream about? You woke me up by your shuffling and grabby hands.” he admits as he glides a finger down to the dip between your collarbone before finally resting it on the bed.

You bit your bottom lip, deciding if you should expose your masochistic dream to him. But knowing Marc, he was the perfect balance between the 2 of them. “Well, it was a wet dream.” you started, noticing Marc’s sleepy disposition start to sparkle with a requited interest. You smirked trying to hide a giggle. “Continue.” Marc pushes with a poke to your shoulder. ‘Now this is where it might get interesting’, you thought to yourself as your legs rub against each other to ease a rather hungry feeling between them. “We were in a room. Me, You, and Steven… Kind of wonder why Jake wasn’t there since this scenario would’ve suited him better.” you hint, knowing Jake was highly dominant in the bedroom. You place your hand on Marc’s left pec, giving it a squeeze before trailing a finger down the middle of his stomach, stopping at his happy trail to rest it back on his neck. Making Marc shuffle himself closer to your suggestive action. “Well, we switch bodies so I wouldn’t be shocked if Jake came later into the picture. You know he loves to stay back most of the time and watch.” Marc confesses, which you never knew.

“Oh so papi does have a subby side. A cuck. Who would’ve known?” you joke, but as you both laugh Marc brings your right breast out from under your tank top. You gasp as he flicks his rugged thumb across your nipple, he brings his lips to yours in a breathless kiss. Licking your bottom lip before saying “Jake says to be careful with joking on people’s kinks.” Marc pinches your nipple making you jump at the sudden feeling and yelp mere inches from his lips. “You know how this could end tonight.” he finishes.

Marc flips you to your back so he could be on top. He licks a wet stripe up the side of your neck and blows air on his way back down, making goosebumps form at the chill. You place a hand into his luscious curls as he starts his work on the side of your neck. You close your eyes as you continue, feeling your nipple twirl around your husband’s thumb as your walls coat itself more for his arrival. “O-Oddly enough, you both were in separate bodies.” Marc nips your neck and starts suckling at the redden area “I was tied up in this horizontal position, feet fully off the floor. I-I could feel the rope keep my legs bent and open, pinching my wrists just enough for it to s-sting. Fuck, Marc.” you gasp as you felt his hand leave your breast and go into your pajama pants.

His index finger slowly circling your clit with just enough pressure, Marc’s stubbly chin adding more sensation to your building orgasm. “Don’t stop now (Y/N).” he groans. You try to recollect the dream, even as it felt like you were reliving it’s pent-up frustration. “St-Steven’s head was between my legs as he.. Fuck.. As he ate me out.” Marc grinds against your thigh, finally letting you feel his hard cock under his pants “I-I was crying because I was so close. MArc!” you yelp as his finger picks up the pace on your swollen clit. You lick your palm, letting as much saliva stick to its surface before bringing the hand into Marc’s pants. Taking hold of just the tip of his cock, “Baby.” he moans, stopping his bruising artworks on your neck. His breathing labored as you continue, “And fuck Marc you were so good to me.”. You could feel his tip become extra lubricated from his precum as he moans your name.

“You were pulling my hair till I could feel every point in my scalp plead for release, but you didn’t let go. You kept me looking at those sexy brown eyes of yours as you were saying the filthiest things.” you say as you feel his hand lose its rhythm on your clit as your palm rubbed against his tip with almost painful pressure. You turn your head to look at Marc’s eyelashes flutter as he focused on your hand job. “Ye-ah baby, what did I sa-ay?” he asks looking at you, dazed in pleasure.

“Look at my slut, begging to be filled with Daddy’s cum. Oh you should see yourself, crying for Steven to bring you to completion. I can see your fingers dying to touch yourself, but you can’t… And you slapped me, telling me to be a good little cock whore for you both.” you answer, making Marc pump his cock in your hold, short and fast. He grips the side of your hair, making you look into his lust blown eyes. “Do you want Daddy to fuck you tonight?” being his last coherent sentence for the night.

#marvel #moon knight #marc spector #marc spector x fem!reader #marc spector x y/n #marc spector x you #marc spector smut #daddy marc spector #moon knight fanfic #moon knight fandom #moon knight smut #moon knight mini series

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yelenasdiary · 2 years

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Hold On - Cold Chills

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x Reader.

Summary: Things have been tough since you split from your wife, Natasha. Now wanting a fresh start elsewhere, Natasha sees what she’s truly losing. Is it too late for her to save what’s left of her family?

| Angst, light fluff | 3.8K | Warnings: None beside you and Nat have two children. Held hostage, mentions of murder, weapons, drugs, child birth,

Translation: detka (baby), malyshka (baby girl), moya lyubovʹ (my love), malenʹkiy prints (little prince)

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“Na-Natasha isn’t here… she d-doesn’t live here anymore” you tried looking for the man’s eyes. “Probably a good idea she isn’t here” he chuckles, pulling up a seat in front of you and taking a seat. He placed the gun carefully on the table still in your sight, “I did hear that sad news about you two” he adds with a sarcastic tone “the black widow and her wife break up, I have to say I wasn’t expecting that” he laughs. “What happened huh? She cheats? Lose her cool with you? Or couldn’t you kick it as an avenger’s wife anymore?” he asks.

You ignored his words, distracted by the sulking whimpers of Rooster. “Pl-please let me check the dog, he’s just an an-animal” you looked to your intruder. He shook his head, “I don’t care about your mutt of a dog” he lent back in his chair.

Tears filled your eyes even more, “wh-what to do want with me?” you asked. The man pulled out a mobile from his back pocket and placed it next to his glock. “I’m glad you asked” he smirked, “do you want me to be honest or give you the sugar-coated reason?” he asked.

“Just be honest” you sobbed.

“Okay, well” he starts, leaning forwards towards you, “I’m going to kill you before I leave. You can blame your ex-wife for this, like I said before, she took everything from me, and I think it’s only fair I take everything from her” he explains. The tears becoming stronger. “Don’t worry, I’m not interested in hurting those kids of yours” he assures you.

“Whatever Nat did, I’m sorry but you do-don’t have to do this”

“Sweetheart, you don’t get to plead. I’m already being nice enough to leave your kids unharmed. The least you could do is thank me” he grabs the mobile and wipes your endless tears off your cheek. “Now, would you like to call them before we do this?” he unlocks the phone.

“Don’t k-ki..kill me here, please” you whimpered. Thoughts of Natasha returning to drop the children off only to see your lifeless body started to haunt you. The cold man looked up from the phone, “I don’t want them to see me…li-like that” you added.

“Don’t worry, I’ll make sure you cover you well, leave a note for Natasha at the door” he gives you a chilling smirk. “Are we going to call them or not?” he asks once more.

Your mind was a mess between trying to stay calm, thinking of a way to buy yourself more time and of course, your family and friends. “Answer me!” he snaps.

“Ye-yes” you stuttered. The man gave you a nod, “right now what number do we call? Natasha’s?” he asked, his thumb hovering over the dial pad.

“No…Nat is on a mission, th-the kids are at their aunties house” you lied.

“Oh, this keeps getting better!” he smirked once more, “Natasha on a mission, the kids away, Natasha comes home to a dead ex-wife then has to explain her actions to the kids!” his chuckle made your stomach turn. “Number?” he cocked an eyebrow.

You stutter but finally managed to give him Wanda’s number, he placed her on speaker.

“Hello? Who is this?” Wanda’s Sokovian accent travels through the speaker.

“Wanda, it’s me” you spoke trying to hide your broken voice. The man placed his free hand on the glock as he waited. “Y/n, it’s late, is everything okay?” Wanda asks with a worried tone.

“Ju-just fine, uhm, I was just wanting to check in on the kids, say goodnight?” you explained hoping Wanda would quickly work out something was wrong. “Of course, Soph is asleep, but Riley is up in the boy’s room, I’ll just go grab him for you, I’ll be back” Wanda replied in a more cheerful tone to your relief.

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Wanda muted her end of the call and looked at Vision. “Wanda, love is everything okay?” he asked his concerned wife. “Can I borrow your phone?” she asks, Vision didn’t hesitate and handed over his phone. “Can you get Billy for me please? It’s important” she asks, scrolling through Vision’s contacts. He didn’t speak, nodded and wandered to the boy’s room.

“Hang on Y/n, he’s just in the toilet” Wanda unmuted to buy more time before muting her end again. Finally finding Natasha’s number in Vision’s contacts she presses call.

“Hey Vision?” Natasha answers.

“Nat, have you heard from Y/n?” Wanda jumps to the point.

“No..not since this afternoon. Why?” Nat replies.

“Something is wrong. I have her on speaker, she called from an unknown number and asked to speak to Riley and Sophie, but they aren’t here” she quickly explains, “I can’t talk much longer but something is wrong Natasha” she adds in a worry.

“Let me call her phone and call you back” Nat suggests.

“No, Nat don’t do that. She could be in trouble, go to her!” Wanda hangs up once Vision comes back with Billy.

Wanda quickly explains that Billy needs to act like Riley and talk to you as if he were Riley. “It’s very important okay baby?” she looks at her son, Billy nods.

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“Tell her to hurry up!” the man whispers to you.

“Wa-wands... ar-are you there?”

There was a moment of silence before you heard Wanda’s voice again. “I’m back, sorry about that we had a little accident” she returns her cheerful tone. “Can I pl-please speak to Riley?” you ask, hoping Wanda would make an excuse as to why you couldn’t.

“Sure, he’s right here” she says to your surprise.

“Mama?” you quickly worked out Billy’s voice, a sigh of relief leaving your body as you knew Wanda had worked out something was wrong. “Hi b-baby” you replied, playing along. “Are you being good for Aunty Wanda and Uncle Vis?” you asked.

“Yes! Tommy and Billy are showing me the new board game Vision brought them”

“That so-sounds like fun my love”

“Is everything okay Ma? You keep stuttering”

“Everything is fine my baby, I j-just miss you and Sophie and wanted to tell you how much I love you both”

“We love you to Ma! So much!”

Even though you knew it wasn’t Riley, your heart felt warm. “Wrap it up” the man whispered. You gave him a soft nod, tears still streaming down your cheeks. “Mama is going to bed now; you keep being a good boy okay baby” you spoke.

“I will mama! Goodnight!”

“Goodnight my love” you replied before the man hung up.

“Right, now that part is over. We should get things moving” the man stood from the seat and walked over to the kitchen island, unzipping a bag. You couldn’t help but break down, unable to move your arms or legs, your tears falling freely onto your neck and soaking the top of your PJ top.

“I’m going to let you pick your faith” the man spoke as he returned with a roll of tarp, a needle and of course, his glock. He lay the tarp on the floor beside you before returning to his seat. “You have two options. I can give you a hotshot or I shoot you in the back of the head” he says bluntly. “Either one will kill you instantly of course” he adds.

“C-can I pl-please leave them a l-letter?” you ask, again to buy more time.

“You want to write a letter? To whom? The kids? Don’t worry about that, I’m sure they’ll forget about who you are before they turn 18” he returns the cold smirk from earlier.

“pl-please, ju-just one” you begged.

“No” he shakes his head, “I let you call them, that’ll be enough” he says.

He laughed a little while you cried harder. Your mind processing this was it for you, your children would never truly hear from you again. “Now, which one? Needle or gun?” the man breaks your thoughts.

“G..Gu…gu-..gun” you stuttered, your tears falling harder.

“Good choice” he winks, grabbing the gun and walks behind you. You closed your eyes, saying your last mental goodbyes to those you love the most.

“You know, I do really hate to do this but sometimes things are just out of our control” the man’s voice haunts your thoughts, “any last words?” he asks. You shook your head, anything you wanted to say was being said in your mind.

Your eyes squeezed shut tighter once you heard him turn the safety off. Waiting for the sound of the shot if you could hear it.

“I love you; I love you; I love you” you whispered to yourself as you remember your most favourite memories.

--Flash Back—

*Memory 1: *

“Detka please, let me take you to see Bruce. You’ve been sick for weeks now” Natasha spoke holding your hair back and rubbing your lower back as you emptied the contents of your stomach into the toilet.

A few more chucks and a sip of water you felt fine again, “Detka, I’m calling Bruce” Natasha pulls out her phone. “Don’t” you placed your hand over her phone.

Natasha looked at you and frowned with concern. A small smile formed on your lips. “Nat, I’m pregnant” you said softly. Natasha’s eyes lit up, “W-what?! It worked?!” she asked with a big smile, you nodded as your own smile grew.

“We’re having a baby?” she whispered, placing her forehead against yours, one of her hands gently rubs your stomach “We’re having a baby” you confirmed.

*Memory 2: *

“I can’t do this!” you cried, squeezing Natasha’s hand tightly. “I’m so tired” you cried. Natasha kissed your forehead, “you’re doing great moya lyubovʹ” she tells you. Sweat dripping from your face, tired and in pain and somehow you still felt comfort in her words.

“I think two more big pushes will do it Mama!” the doctor says. You shook your head, looking at Natasha in tears “I can’t!” you repeated.

“Breathe with me baby” Natasha brushes your hair back, helping you find a rhythm again.

“Ready? I need you to give me one big push” the doctor adds.

“You’ve got this detka” Natasha whispers before you give the doctor another push, screams learning your lungs. “That’s it! One more” the doctors says.

You swore you almost broke Natasha’s hand as you give on final push before the room soon filled with the first cries of your new-born.

“Congratulations guys, it’s a boy!” the doctor smiles, holding up your son. A nurse hands Natasha some scissors and she carefully cuts the cord. Before the wrap your son up, they handed him to you for a moment.

Tears of joy filled your eyes, suddenly distracted by the pain of giving birth.

“I’m so proud of you moya lyubovʹ, you’re so beautiful” Natasha kisses your forehead again before her eyes met the crying baby.

*Memory 3: *

You drifted in and out of a slumber while Natasha watched over you and your son who was only a few hours old.

The baby started to pick up a fuss and Natasha scooped him into her arms. “Shh malenʹkiy prints you’re okay” she slowly swayed him in her arms, she smiled at him once he started to settle again. “You made quite the entrance, didn’t you” she starts. “Couldn’t wait to meet your mama huh?” she adds. “You’re a very special little boy, you know. Having the mama you have, she’s amazing” you faintly heard her speak.

“Your mama and I love you so much my little man”

When you woke up, Natasha was still sitting by your side, your baby peacefully sleeping in her arms. “Hi” you whispered, careful not to wake the bundle of joy. “Hi mama” Natasha smiled as she looked at you.

“How is he?” you asked, taking in the scene of your wife holding her son. “He’s perfect detka, he has your nose” she speaks softly. You smiled at her comment, “He needs a name” you said.

“I’m happy with the name we picked if you are” she looks down at the little baby. Your heart filled with more love, even though you didn’t think that was possible. “Riley Clint Romanoff” you whispered.

“Riley Clint” Nat repeated.

*Memory 4: *

You held 1 year old Riley in your arms as you waited for the quinjet to land. “Look Riley, Mommy is home!” you pointed to the large aircraft, Riley also pointed.

Natasha walked off the jet with a big smile on her lips “Is that my big boy I, see?” she cheers, walking over to you both, talking Riley into her arms and placing a kiss on his chubby cheek. “I missed you both!” she says before kissing your lips softly. “We missed you” you smiled. “Where you a good boy for mama?” she asks Riley who still hasn’t mastered the talking trait.

“A very good boy” you answered for him.

“Look out, there’s a mini-Romanoff on campus!” Steve came up behind the three of you, Riley wrapping his little hand around Steve’s index finger.

“Are you scaring my god son Rogers?” Clint calls with a chuckle. “I think you’ve already done that” Steve replied.

That afternoon you, Riley and Natasha spent at the compound, surrounded by Natasha’s second family. You already knew this but seeing how loving and fun everybody was with Riley made you soon realise that no matter what the world would throw at your son, he would always have the love and support of his big extended family.

*Memory 5: *

“Mommy!! Ma is being sickie again!” A little 4-year-old Riley ran towards Natasha. “Stay here baby, play with your blocks okay” Nat instructed before rushing to be by your side.

“Oh detka, are you okay?” Nat cooed when she saw you on the bathroom floor. You nodded, reaching your hand out for her. She took your hand and helped you to your feet. “I just want to go to bed” you said. Natasha knew recently you’d been having trouble sleeping, “Let’s get you to bed then” she smiled softly before leading to you bed.

You slipped under the covers; Natasha kissed your forehead “get some rest detka” she spoke. “Natty, could you please get me my favourite hoodie?” you asked with begging eyes.

“Of course,” she smiled, walking over to the drawer to grab your favourite hoodie of hers. She stopped in her tracks when she lifted the hoodie up to see a pregnancy test sitting right in front of her. Placing the hoodie on top of the drawer she grabs the test and turns around to face you. “Detka?” she says.

“Surprise mommy” you tiredly smiled. After a year of failed attempts, worried there was something wrong entirely, Natasha slowly walks over to you and sits on the edge of the bed. “Are you sure?” she asked already searching your eyes for an answer. “I had Dr Cho confirm with blood tests after I took that test” you explained. Natasha’s lips quickly grew a big smile, her left hand grabs your right, “you’re pregnant?” she asks just to be sure again.

“Yes, my love” you smiled as you saw the love in Natasha’s eyes. She places the test the side and wraps you tightly in a hug “I love you” she whispers.

*Memory 6: *

“She’s finally asleep” you slump down onto the sofa, resting your legs over Natasha’s lap. “I told you I’d help” Nat smiles, rubbing your legs to relax you. “I know but you were busy with Riley, and I don’t mind tending to our daughter” you smile, “it’s kind of my job” you joked. Natasha chuckled, “can you believe how quiet it is right now?” she asks as you felt yourself becoming more and more relaxed.

“It’s beautiful, I mean I love our babies, but the silence is so nice” you closed your eyes, enjoying the feeling of Natasha relaxing your muscles. “You know I love you right?” she says softly.

“Nat, she’s only a year old surely you can’t want another one just yet” you chuckled. Nat shook her head playfully, “No uh, what we have is already perfect” she says.

There was a moment of silence before you felt her hands stop rubbing. “Natty?” you questioned.

“I can’t do it” she says more to herself.

“Do what?” you open your eyes, slowly sitting up to look at her. “I can’t retire” she starts, “I know we’ve spoken about it, and I thought I could do it, but I can’t. Every day there is almost a new threat, and I can’t help but find myself thinking about you and kids. What if something happens to you and I could’ve stopped it?” she continues.

“Nat, baby, I know” you held her hands.

“You do? You understand?”

“Of course, I do. I knew the moment Riley was born that there was no way I could convince you anymore. I hoped you’d come to it on your own, but I see how much you stress about the kids when they get sick, I can only imagine how you feel with the things you hear and see when you’re not at home being a mother” you explain.

“You’re okay with it?” Natasha asked.

“No” you said honestly, “but I won’t stop you from doing what you love” your eyes fell to her hands, “I just…I just hope you’re more careful and more aware that you need to come home more than ever, we have children now” you add.

“Y/n, I promise you, I will always come home to you guys. I mean it”

“You can’t promise that Natasha… death is… death.”

“Detka”

“I’m serious Nat. Don’t promise me you’ll come home after every mission…realistically anything could happen. Just be more careful, I know what you’re like”

After that, that’s when the issues in your marriage started to show more.

--Flash Back Over—

“I’m sorry it had to be this way” the man’s voice brought you back to the harsh reality.

“So am I”

The loud sound of the glock filled the house. You squeezed your eyes tighter, your body went into shock, the tears soaking your face.

“Detka!” you felt a pair of soft hands cup your face as you shook. “Detka, open your eyes it’s okay” the familiar voice coached. Slowly you opened them to see Natasha kneeling in front of you, stroking your cheeks with her thumbs. “N-n-n-Nat?” you stuttered.

“You’re okay, detka” she gently wrapped her arms wound your neck, pulling you close to her chest as your body was still in shock. “Breathe for me” she says as she looked at the lifeless body in a pool of blood.

Natasha held you until your body came out of shock. “Natasha” you sobbed.

“I’m here detka, shhh” she kissed the top of your head. “I’m right here” she adds.

Shortly, you began to calm your body down, the shaking tops but your tears still ran freely. Natasha untied you and instantly you wrapped your arms wound her. “I’m so sorry” you cried into her.

“Y/n, it’s okay don’t worry about it. It’s not your fault. I should’ve been here” she held you tightly.

“No, Nat, I’m sorry. It was my fault. I told you to leave” you spoke as you pulled away from Natasha, “I was just so – “

“Shhh detka, don’t you dare apologise. You did the right thing. You did what you had too, okay? I’m sorry this happened, I should’ve been here. Are you hurt?”

You shook your head, “no I’m fine ju-just check Rooster! He’s in the bedroom” you told her. She nodded, “I’ll go check on him. Don’t…don’t look behind you, okay?” she instructs, protecting your eyes from the scene that showed behind you.

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Natasha called Tony, Steve and Clint who came over and helped clean up the mess, Bucky took Rooster to the vet to get check out while Natasha comforted you on the sofa, your head rested on her shoulder.

“Are you sure you’re okay?” she asked for the 100th time.

“Natty, I’m fine… I’m just a little shaken” you replied, “where’s the kids?” you asked.

“They’re with Yelena”

“How did you know?” you asked her, trying to work out how she knew you needed her.

“Detka, you called Wanda wanting to speak to the kids. She called me from Vision’s phone and said something wasn’t right. When I pulled up, the neighbour said they heard a smashing sound like glass breaking and the dog barking, so I knew something was wrong” Natasha explains.

Tony came into the living room and said everything was all clear and that Steve and Clint would take the body back to the compound for the authorises to deal with.

“Thanks guys” Natasha thanked them while you spaced out. “Detka, lay down. I’m not going anywhere” Natasha said once the guys left.

You looked at Natasha, your eyes red from crying. “I shouldn’t have let you leave; I mean it Natty; I love you and I can’t stop.” You admitted, “I miss you, everything is just cold without you here” you added.

“Y/n, we don’t have to have this talk right now, I want you to rest”

“No, I need you to know Nat… I was just so over the fighting and the not knowing. I knew when I married you that I would also be marrying your job, I knew that, and I was okay with that. Then we had Riley and I hated when you’d miss the little things, his first drawing or when he learnt to spell his name. Just moments I wanted to share with you, but something always dragged you away from me, from us” you went on.

You gently cupped Nat’s face, looking into her eyes once more “I was selfish and I’m so sorry I tore us apart. I love you; I always have, and I always will” you added.

Natasha searched your eyes for any sign of regret before she passionately pressed her lips against yours. You wrapped your arms around her neck and deepened the kiss. Her lips were soft as she kissed you with her all, her hands resting on your hips.

“Don’t retire” you whispered against her lips, pulling away for air.

“Wh-what?” She frowned at your words. You slightly pulled away, licking over your lips. “Talk to Tony, get it lifted. I should never have pushed you to retire. As much as we need you, the world also deserves to be protected” you explained.

“Detka, I meant what I said. You and kids deserve better of me. My life with is you, if you’ll have me again…” she paused “you and the kids mean more to me”

There was a moment of silence. With everything that has just happened and sharing a much-needed kiss, you weren’t sure what to do. All you knew was that no matter what, Natasha would always be there for you and kids.

“Nat…I – “

“It’s okay, Y/n, I don’t expect you to have an answer, not right now. I just want you to know you’re safe and I will do everything I can to make things right” Natasha cut you off.

“Come home” you said as soon as her mouth closed. Natasha tried to hide the light smile on her lips “are you sure?” she asked.

You gave her a nod, “I want to try again”.

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