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His Inheritance ~ Chapter 32

Part 32: The Rising

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Words: 8k

Pairing: Mobster Steve Rogers x Mobster daughter reader

Warnings: References to mafia, reference to violence and violent acts, references to sexual violence. Strong language. This is a dark fic. Please read responsibly.

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Summary: For @alexakeyloveloki. Your father is the head of one of the most powerful crime families in Boston but he’s protected you from that life. In your quiet home outside the city, you’ve been cared for and protected. When the desires of a more powerful man with the will to dominate bursts into your life, all your illusions are shattered as he comes to claim what is his.

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The first thing Steve was aware of was the softness of her touch. The delicate stroke of her fingertips dancing nervously over his forearm, his hand. Slowly, the scent of her perfume invaded his senses that were just beginning to return. It was a comfort in the sea of perfect darkness all around him.

Knowing his wife was alive, at his side, was everything to him.

Her teardrop on his skin made his heart squeeze in his chest. The low sound of her crying in the quiet of the room. He tried in vain to open his eyes, to move his hand. To speak. None of his commands were answered so he could comfort her.

But he was here now. That was something, right? That he was awake? Aware?

Steve needed to get back to her and his life in the worst way.

“Steve,” you whispered, leaning closer to him. “I’m so tired… “

Steve knew she probably couldn’t sleep under the circumstances. He had no idea how long he’d been out of the loop. Now he was coming back to life, restless. All he really wanted to do was hold her, watch over her while she slept.

And while he held her safe and sound, he’d begin planning his takedown of fucking Barnes.

The press of her lips against his pulled him out of his thoughts. Another hot tear dotted his cheek. Her sadness had him trying in vain to move, to let her know he was there. He was with her.

She was so strong, his beautiful wife. She’d been wounded and without him, she was alone. Afraid. Did Barnes or the other families know what happened? Were they all in any danger from Barnes? Or Hansen?

She carefully climbed onto the bed to lie next to him. It made him happy to have her so close, warm at his side. All he could do was to be there with her.

“Steve, you have to come back to me,” she said with tears in her voice, a fear he’d never heard from her bleeding onto her tone. “So far, most of them haven’t figured it out… That you’re out of commission.”

No one knew? Had Dyson told her that?

Her fingers danced over his chest, his heart. She was careful to keep her weight off him, but he wanted it. He wanted the warm press of her body against his. It felt so good to have her there, so close.

And she wanted him back. She loved him. She told him she loved him before she left for Hansen’s that fateful day.

“He figured it out,” she said, sniffling. “He knew it wasn’t you who did…”

Who figured it out? Figured what out?

Steve’s sluggish heart sped up at that, but she didn’t seem to notice.

“We haven’t heard anything yet,” she whispered. “I don’t think he’s dead. If he were, I feel like we would have heard something by now.”

Who was dead? Dread pushed him to fight harder to get back to the surface.

A soft sob from her had fear battling heartache in his chest. Why did she sound so broken? What had happened? How long had he been out?

“I couldn’t even do it when the time came,” she whispered. “I’m so ashamed, Steve. I was right there, sitting next to him on the bench. He had no idea who I really was. He had no idea why he was really there.”

Who? Steve would have screamed it if he could have. What couldn’t she do? His fears escalated as he waited for her to continue.

“I really hope we killed him, Steve,” she said quietly. “I don’t think we did though. Yelena said the poison would do damage, could shut down his vital organs… But we would have fucking heard something by now, right? If Barnes really died?”

Steve was trapped in his body, in the darkness, with growing fear. She’d confronted Barnes? Tried to kill him with poison? Poison Belova gave her?

Belova was supposed to be cast out of his household.

Anger pushed against fear then. He’d thrown Belova out because she got in his wife’s head, encouraged her rebellious behavior. She was supposed to protect his wife, not lead her into danger.

“You’ve got to wake up,” she begged him. “Please... We struck back at Barnes. To protect this family. To protect your position… But if he wakes up… He suspects all the things we’ve done were me, not you. He called me an evil bitch…” Her laugh was bitter, choked out by tears. “If he’s still alive, he knows the truth. It’s only a matter of time, Steve, until he comes after us. After me. Please, for the love of God, you’ve got to wake up.”

What did they do? As much of a force as his wife was, particularly with Belova backing her, he couldn’t imagine that whatever danger they’d gotten was done without Dyson knowing about it.

As he understood it, they’d done something to Bucky. Poisoned him. They didn’t know the other man’s status. Was he dead? Alive? If he was still alive, it sounded like he’d be coming for them.

Coming for his wife.

“I knew I’d find you here.” Belova. The sound of a door closing.

His wife didn’t move. If nothing, she snuggled closer to him.

“Have you heard anything?” his wife asked.

“No, there’s no word,” Belova said. “And no news is good news.”

“I can’t take this anymore,” his wife said, her voice breaking. “Steve’s still out and every minute of every day I have to worry… We’re so vulnerable right now.”

“So is Barnes,” Belova told her.

“The other families have to be wondering what the hell is going on,” his wife said.

“There are questions,” Belova said. “There are rumors and stories. Very little of it is anywhere close to the truth.”

“Something’s got to give,” his wife said. “Barnes is either out of it like Steve or he’s biding his time. Waiting for the right moment to finish this.”

“You can’t dwell on this,” Belova’s voice was closer now. “Steve will come back to you.”

“Yes.” She sounded so small, unsure.

“And when he’s back, he’ll take it from there.”

“What do you mean?” his wife asked.

“We hit Barnes on a very personal level,” Belova explained. “That’s the way it’s done. Barnes may be just fine right now and carefully planning his next move. And he needs to think long and hard on whatever action he takes. The Starks are partial to the Rogers family. So are the Wilsons.”

“How many times is Dyson going to be able to hold them off when they call,” his wife wanted to know. “We don’t have much time left. If Steve would just wake up… He’s going to kill me.”

Steve wasn’t going to let it go. That was for damn sure.

Belova laughed softly as his wife fought back tears. “He may be proud of you. I am.”

Sniffling, his wife said, “If he’ll just wake up, I don’t care. He can keep me locked away for a year, whatever. I just need him to be okay. To come back to me.”

Steve couldn’t have heard that right. He was out of it. His wife could make any decision his men would allow. And for her, his men would allow quite a lot. And she was worried about him.

“He will,” Belova told her. “He loves you… But be ready. He’s going to be pissed when he finds out what’s been going on while he was out. Kicking me out again will probably be the first order he gives.”

She wasn’t wrong.

“No,” his wife said. “I won’t allow it. You are my personal protection. He agreed to that. And I can’t think of a time when I’ve needed protection more, right?”

A sigh. “Your husband may not see it that way.”

“I don’t care,” she said petulantly. “He can wake up and bitch at me about it. I’d love that. But you’re not going anywhere, Yelena. I need you.”

Steve again tried in vain to open his eyes, to speak. To move anything. Surely it was only a matter of time before he could, right? Now that he was aware, it wouldn’t be long. He had no idea how long he’d been like this, but it was past time he got back to his life. To his wife.

***

The next time Steve woke up, he was alone. He couldn’t hear anyone else in the room. Steve wished his wife was still there. He missed the warmth of her, the smell of her.

The chiming of his phone on his nightstand played again and he realized it woke him up. On the third chime, Steve reached for the phone and then his eyes flew open when he realized what he’d done. That he’d moved.

His eyes flew open. Tapping the screen, he answered the call, bringing his shaking hand with the device closer to his body so he didn’t drop it. Steve felt so weak.

“Yeah,” he muttered for an answer. His voice sounding as rough as a bad country road.

“There he is,” Tony Stark said with a smile in his voice. “I told Dyson if I didn’t talk to you today, I was coming over there. I asked him if you were too important to talk to me now.”

Steve snorted and it was an uglier sound than he expected from who knew how many days of disuse. “Too busy,” he managed.

“I guess, damn.” Tony laughed. “I have to admit, Barnes came in hot once the crown was on your head. I was getting worried about how you’d handle it all. How you’d handle Barnes.” Tony laughed again. “That was brutal.”

Oh, God. I don’t even know what they did…

“I know you were being… magnanimous before,” Tony went on. “I get that. But when you decide to deal with things, well…”

“Barnes had it coming,” Steve said, his voice a little stronger with each word. No matter what they’d been up to since he’d been out, Barnes deserved it. He had no doubt about that. “He left me no choice.”

“Hey, I’m not questioning you, big guy,” Tony told him. “Really, I’m not. Just curious when we were all going to collectively talk about how this is going to go. What’s going to happen to Barnes, stuff like that.”

Steve’s hand shook so badly, he passed the phone to his left hand. “Soon,” Steve told him. “We had some injuries.”

“Yeah,” Tony said, “about that. How are you? There are rumors flying around that you got shot or Dyson got shot. A couple even said your wife had been hit.”

His wife had been shot. And he’d been more terrified for her than himself in those moments after the shot fired. Steve had been fucking terrified, so terrified he hadn’t felt the bullet strike him at the time. But he was grateful. She hadn’t mentioned a thing about her injury or any effects from it. That was good. Maybe it meant she was on her way to fully healed.

“My wife was hit,” Steve said, fighting to speak as he normally did. “My top lieutenant was threatened. I can’t have that.”

“Absolutely,” Tony said, still sounding supportive. A tone designed to let Steve know where the Stark family stood in everything. Tony Stark had always been proactive. It was appreciated. “You needed to give the bastard something to think about.”

“I did,” Steve told him. “Do. I’ll be in touch very soon to call a meeting.”

“Sounds like a plan,” Tony told him. “Is there anything I can do to help?”

Steve blew out an exhale, feeling tired from just the conversation. But damn it, he was awake now, and he needed to get back up to speed as quickly as possible. They were all likely still in some danger from Barnes, his family.

“I’ll let you know if I think of something,” Steve told him.

Ending the call, he dropped the phone onto the bed. The edges of his vision threatened him, fading to black. He broke out in a cold sweat, very much afraid if he blacked out now, he might get stuck again or worse.

Steve just had to face it. He needed to recover physically and there was nothing he could do to rush that.

And he needed to catch up. He needed to know what was done when. He’d have to accept responsibility for those actions to protect his family, his wife.

It was slow going and took a lot of effort but after several minutes, he was able to sit up, swing his legs over the side of the bed. His vision was dark around the edges, his breath came fast, and he broke out in a cold sweat from his efforts, but damn it, he did it.

***

You spun and moved through the Waltz of the Flowers, focusing on remembering the port de bras, the steps. You saw the ballet in New York during one of your secret trips and came home begging your instructor to help you learn anything from it. In that last year you lived in the home where you grew up, you’d worked hard to learn the small role from one of your favorite ballets. Oh, it wasn’t the Dewdrop Fairy, the leader fairy of the dance that no one seemed to even know existed. You were learning the dance of the supporting flowers from the classic story and that was good enough for you. That was plenty for you at the time.

Today, with everything preying on your mind, you’d gone back and watched the dance on YouTube first to remember all the steps. Anything to keep busy, to occupy your mind.

Was Steve coming back to you? You didn’t care if he really did beat your ass if he did. You’d take it. You just needed him back.

There you were in the studio Dyson helped you set up. There was still pain in your shoulder, but it was better each day. You had on your black leotard and tights. A fresh bandage covered your wound. It was chilly so you pulled an old sweatshirt for warmth before fitting into your pointe shoes.

You started the music with your phone and fell into those simple steps. The slower graceful dance of the flowers. And after the first minute or so, it all came back to you. The gentle spins, releve, plie. You didn’t imagine the dewdrop fairy you were supposed to be dancing around at first, not the other dancers. This dance was for you. A solo flower from a magical Christmas land far away.

A lone black flower from a funeral arrangement?

No. Shaking your head, you fought back tears and started the dance.

It was really the only thing that gave you any peace the last few days. Lost to the dance, the music took your mind off looking out the windows every few seconds to see if Barnes had shown up to kill you all yet. To kill you. Because you knew by now, he must really want to.

It also kept you from sitting by Steve’s bedside and crying for hours.

As much as you could remember, you moved through the steps of the dance. It wasn’t that good at first. But as you visualized it, worked through the dance in your mind, your dance got better, your movements more graceful as you moved. As you swept back to make room for the Dewdrop Fairy in your mind to come dancing back, you saw something in the corner of your eye. But as you came to a stop with the next step, you froze.

It was Steve, awake, looking washed out and weak as he leaned against the wall, watching you. He’d wrapped his bathrobe around himself, his feet were bare. The intensity of that blue-eyed expression took your breath away. He smiled as relief took you to your knees. All you could do was stare to see your husband was awake, finally. And you knew he was going to be pissed at you. So pissed. But you scrambled to your feet and sprinted for him, skidding to a stop when you realized you needed to be careful with him because of the wound, the stitches.

Wrapping your arms around his neck carefully, you couldn’t help but kiss him with tears spilling from the corners of your eyes.

Steve kissed you back with a ferocity that surprised you as weak as he must have been. You let him. You were just so happy he was awake. Alive. Sure, all hell could break loose any minute now within the prominent Boston crime families but Steve coming back to you was the most important thing. The only thing. Everything else, with his lips sliding against yours, seemed less important in that private moment.

Steve shook in your grasp as he kissed you. Concern had you breaking that. As much as you’d like to think it was from that passionate moment, you didn’t want him to pass out on you. Not when you just got him back.

He let you steer him towards one of the folding chairs you kept in the studio, mostly to set your items on. You swept it all out in the floor as you urged him to sit and carefully, he did. But his gaze never left you. The man was staring at you with something like… awe?

“You’re okay?” he asked carefully.

You nodded, pulling the loose neckline of the sweatshirt you wore to show him the bandage. “It doesn’t hurt much now. I’m just fine Steve. Thanks to you.”

“You’ll have a scar,” he warned.

“I don’t care,” you told him, swiping at the tears with your hands. “Steve, you took a bullet for me. Why did you do that? Why were you even there?”

His eyes were suspiciously glossy as he stared at you. “I decided about five minutes after you left that I couldn’t risk losing you. I needed to be there. To protect you. It’s even scarier to think if I hadn’t been there, I would have lost you.”

A chill ran up your spine to consider he was right.

“I think you’re really glad to see me,” he said, his voice rougher than usual. The half smile that formed on his lips had your heart racing in your chest.

“Of course I am,” you told him, not even trying to stop your tears. Your mind spun with what you needed to do. “How are you feeling? I should go get Dyson and have him call doc. Yeah, I—”

“In a minute,” he told you. His hand carefully capturing yours, stopping you before you could flee to do just that. “You told me you loved me before you left that day. Was that real? Or was that in case you didn’t see me again?”

Steve had to be able to hear your heart. It felt like it would pound out of your chest. “It was real.”

He kept looking at you like you were a ghost, an image in his mind. “I’ve never… I’ve never seen you dance before. You look beautiful.”

“You’re always busy,” you said with a smile, melting under that comment.

“Will you dance for me one day?” The softness of his voice when he asked that question had your heart squeezing in your chest. The sincerity threatened to break you.

All you could do was nod.

Tugging your hand, he urged you closer. His hands at your hips guided you to sit on his lap and you were careful.

 “We need to talk,” Steve said. “Just you and me for a moment.”

Oh, shit. Here we go.

You shook your head. “What’s more important than your health?”

“I need to know what’s happening,” Steve said slowly. That look he gave you. How long had he been up? Had he already talked to Dyson?

“Not a lot.” A huge lie. “We’ve all just been watching over you. Hoping you’d come back to us.”

“What’s happening?” he asked again. “What happened while I was out?”

You swallowed hard. Somehow Steve knew.

More tears. “Steve, what am I supposed to do? You just woke up and—”

“And?”

“When I tell you what happened, you’re not going to be happy.”

Steve huffed a laugh. “I’m sure.”

Wrapping your arms around his neck, you quietly started talking. You started with the aftermath of the shootout at Hansen’s house after the two of you had been shot. You told him Hansen was presumed dead but there was no proof.

Steve shook his head, telling you, “Hansen’s not dead.”

You told him Dyson had been roughed up but not badly harmed. Several of Barnes’ men had died. Clint had killed Banner and Hansen shot Neal in the face. You told him about the young woman who’d been taken from the donut shop on Steve’s turf and how she’d been found in Hansen’s house, kept as a sex slave. Steve had looked disgusted at that.

“What’s happened since that day?” Steve asked after a moment.

“Have you already talked to Dyson?” you asked nervously.

“No, but I heard you and Belova talk,” he admitted.

Shock would have had you jumping off his lap if he hadn’t kept you there. “What? You heard us?”

“I did,” Steve told you. “Not enough to know what’s going on. Enough to know you put yourself in danger with Barnes. Want to tell me about that?”

No.

“Jesus, Mary, and Joseph!” Dyson exclaimed out of nowhere. “What are you doing out of bed?”

“I needed to get up,” Steve told him with a smile.

Dyson was as careful as you had been in hugging him. The happiness in the older man’s eyes was unmistakable as his gaze moved over him, assessing him.

“We need to get doc here to look at you,” Dyson told them.

“I need to talk to my wife first,” Steve countered, his grip on your firm.

“Yes, you do,” Dyson told him. “But after doc has looked at you. Then we’ll all talk because I think that would be best. There’s a lot you need to know.”

Words couldn’t express how much you loved Dyson at that moment.

Taking your hand and helping you stand, Dyson smiled. “Go call doc,” he bid you.

Nodding, relieved to get the doctor here and to have help in telling Steve that story, you pressed a kiss to your husband’s cheek and scrambled off to do that.

***

Steve watched you flee like you’d escaped the gallows. He let the tears come then. Pure relief ran through his veins. His wife was alive and recovering, crying over him.

Maybe she really does love me.

He hadn’t gotten to watch you dance long before you spotted him, and he regretted that. He could have watched that all day. He recognized the music from The Nutcracker Suite, but he couldn’t say which scene it was from.

But there his wife had been, all in black aside from the light pink shoes she wore. You might have been a shadow dancing, but your movements didn’t echo loneliness or sadness. Your movements were graceful but confident. It had been a stark reminder of so many years you’d been alone. It occurred to him now what you must have done with all that time your father left you in the care of servants.

You had a lot of time to listen and learn.

“Let’s get you back to bed,” Dyson told him, helping him up out of the chair.

To Steve’s dismay, he was weak as a kitten. He allowed Dyson to help him to his feet and walked with him towards his room. He had no intention of getting back in bed, however.

“No, I’m getting dressed,” Steve told him. “I want to have that talk and hear what had happened while I was… out. Soon as possible.”

Everything.

Once he was seated on the side of his bed, watching Dyson gathering a casual outfit for him, his mind took over.

“Why was she anywhere near Bucky Barnes?” Steve wanted to know.

Dyson paused for a beat but went about his tasks, not making eye contact.

“I didn’t like that part either, boss,” Dyson said. “But when we lay it out for you, maybe it will make more sense.”

“You were in on these plans?” Steve asked.

Dyson approached him now with his clothes, his gaze unwavering. “I was.”

“Where does our family stand right now?”

Dyson placed the clothes on the bed and regarded him calmly. “Your family is the head family, and you are its leader. None of that changed while you were out.”

Steve could only imagine what had to happen for Dyson to say that so confidently. “Why was my wife involved?”

Dyson still didn’t react. “Because like it or not, your wife is part of this family, son.”

Dyson hadn’t son’d him in many years.

“What did I say—”

“No, you’ll listen to me now,” Dyson cut him off. “After the situation Hansen put us in, we didn’t have a choice but to react as the lead family and you weren’t available to make decisions, so the task fell to us. Turns out the plan was Barnes’s. Taking me, taking your wife, all of it. Hansen just decided that he was going to take Mrs. Rogers for himself hence the betrayal.”

“I know,” Steve said. He remembered all that.

“And there were all these stories out on the street, see? Some of them were very close to the truth,” Dyson explained. “If you hadn’t fallen into a coma from blood loss, you’d have been calling those shots. Since you were unavailable…”

“You did it?” Steve accused. “And you involved my wife?”

Color darkened Dyson’s face in a rare display of frustration. “No, your wife stepped up. And you need to start paying attention because your marriage, your wife, has been the problem here ever since you took power.”

“You’re blaming my wife?” Steve couldn’t have heard that right.

“No, I’m blaming you.” Dyson was direct. “You married her, you took the crown. You should have flourished. You had everything you needed to rule. Everything you wanted. Her, her father’s backing, your family’s strength. Why do you think it didn’t work out, huh?”

“I wasn’t counting on Barnes to have such a problem with all of this. I knew—”

“No,” Dyson cut him off again. “Forget Barnes. This is all on you.”

“How do you figure?” Steve realized Dyson was pissed at him.

“If you hadn’t been so obsessed with your wife, you would have handled things,” Dyson explained. “You navigated her into this marriage – with her father’s blessing – and that should have been that. You get married to the old boss’s daughter to solidify your claim. She’s a beautiful young woman who will keep you on your toes. But no, that wasn’t good enough…”

“What the fuck are you getting at?” Steve asked. Was it brain fog keeping him from seeing what his mentor was getting at?

“Just what I said,” Dyson told him. “Your obsession with your wife is the fucking problem. It’s your blind spot and it always has been. If you hadn’t been so busy trying to control her, to mold her into what you thought she should be, you wouldn’t have been at odds with each other all these weeks.”

Maybe he had a point.

“If you hadn’t been at odds with your wife and fixated on that, you wouldn’t have come so close to losing that leadership position you wanted so badly. You wouldn’t have come so close to losing it all.”

Dyson got closer. Got in his face.

“You were also too blind or too stupid to realize that your wife has the instincts she does,” Dyson went on, meaning business. “She’s sharp. She reads people well. She’s a lot like her old man.”

Steve nodded. “I’m coming to realize that.”

“Good,” Dyson said. “Because we’re all going to talk about what happened while you were out. And she will be there. She earned her place at the table and you’re going to hear what she has to say.”

Steve nodded his acquiescence. Dyson wasn’t there when Steve brought his wife in to craft the plan to deal with Hansen. He’d been Hansen’s hostage.

No, Steve was very interested in what happened and what part she played in it. But as a husband, he was also slightly terrified of what he might hear. As a man in his position, he needed to figure out how to keep his wife and family out of harm’s way, to protect them.

Steve didn’t have the physical strength, at the moment, to fight any of them.

“Let’s get you in the shower,” Dyson told him, helping him off the bed.  

***

“Maybe I should sit this one out,” Yelena muttered as she walked with you to Steve’s study. “I can’t imagine he’s going to be happy I’m still here.”

You stopped, looking her in the eye. “No, you need to be here for this meeting. You’ve been at my side since I married into this situation and I’m not allowing him to send you away again.”

Slowly, she smiled. A flash of hope lit up her hazel eyes. “You’re ready for this, aren’t you?”

You nodded. Indeed, you were. While your husband had been comatose, you did what you thought was best for the family, guided by Steve’s own council. It was still a dangerous time and as far as you were concerned, all of you needed to be involved until Barnes was dealt with and Steve’s position was solidified once and for all.

“I need to know you have my back,” you told her.

“Always,” she said, meaning it.

“Then let’s get in here,” you told her. The two of you were the last to arrive.

You’d cleaned up, dressed in a simple black dress and cardigan set with silver piping. Maybe it was silly, but you’d always worn it when you were heading into the unknown. Your secret trips to New York City with your governess or those rare meetings with your father before you took care of him in his final days. With the stockings and glossy black heels, it felt like armor.

And as you met your husband’s gaze from where he sat behind his desk, you realized you needed armor. His gaze swept over you appreciatively as you sat in the chair directly in front of him and next to Dyson. He looked you over too. He smirked in what you thought was approval.

“I saved you a seat,” Scott smiled at Yelena, motioning to the chair next to him to your left.

Clint and Luca sat with them behind you. The room was unusually quiet. Steve nodded to Clint who got up to close the door to the office.

Steve’s gaze moved over everyone in the room, he took his time. He wore a crimson sweater with jeans. He looks so tired. Finally, his gaze stayed on Dyson.

“My wife told me most of what happened after we were shot,” Steve started. “I need to know what happened after that.”

Dyson looked to you, and you nodded. It was probably better that he start. Steve cocked a brow at the silent communication.

“It was pretty much Tuesday at the Okay fucking Corral,” Dyson told him. “It was all me and Yelena could do to get the two of you out. But Hansen didn’t wait for that. It was a hell of a shootout. Barnes lost several men, we lost some too. Not as many.”

“Your friends make it out?” Steve asked.

Dyson nodded. “And we were damn lucky they happened to be in town.”

You were indeed. You were especially grateful to Jensen.

“You got the two of us out,” Steve said. “Then?”

“Hansen and Clay faced off,” Dyson explained. “Hansen was hurt but he made it out. He ain’t dead. Barnes gets a hold of him, he might wish he were.”

You couldn’t imagine Hansen being afraid of anyone.

“We got everyone back,” Dyson went on. “Got doc over here… You lost a lot of blood and went to sleep on us. We had a lot to think about, boss. You have to realize that Barnes’ plan that night was meant to knock you off the throne. They set a trap for you. Neal and I were supposed to go confront Hansen and take him out. That was our plan. But Neal was working for Barnes.”

Dyson cut his gaze to you. “You never liked, Neal. You weren’t wrong.”

No, you weren’t. The bastard had been nothing but disrespectful to you and Yelena. He’d put you at odds with your own husband by telling him about the nurse’s visit. How happy he must have been when Steve locked you away as a punishment. Thinking about it now, maybe Neal did it on purpose. The fact that you were stuck there might have made it easier for Hansen or Barnes to get to you.

“Barnes plan was to use me to lure you out, boss,” Dyson said. “The plan was to take you off the board for good. Barnes was confident, all things considered, that Hansen could get it done with Neal’s help.”

You shivered thinking about it. Steve trusted Neal. He’d go to protect Dyson. It might have worked.

“Instead, Hansen decided to lure Mrs. Rogers out and he meant to take off with her,” Dyson explained.

“Where is Neal?” A muscle twitched at Steve’s jaw.

“He’s dead,” you said quietly. “Hansen shot him in the face.”

Steve met your gaze, shaking his head.

“And since then?” Steve asked. “What’s happened?”

Dyson glanced at you, at the others. “We had a situation. Barnes hit us hard, and you were in a coma. If anyone realized you were out of commission, we would be dead in the water. A response was expected. And a response was delivered.”

Steve nodded. “I guess you did. Tony called me and he sounded impressed… So, what happened?”

“We sent Barnes presents,” Dyson told him. “Paulina was the warning shot.”

“Paulina?” Steve asked.

That had your heart lurching and old jealousy rearing its ugly head. Paulina was Kat’s sister. Was Steve afraid Kat had been hurt?

“Yeah,” Dyson said. “She’s still around. We just put her in the hospital.”

Steve looked confused but didn’t say anything.

“Kat appreciated Barnes taking care of the bill,” Dyson said. “She brought him a thank you gift. We sent him a gift too in the same bag. He got a five-finger discount.”

That blue-eyed gaze cut to you and back.

“Neal was his eyes and ears in this house for too long,” Dyson went on. “We took those and made a special treat for him. A tiramisu from his favorite restaurant.”

Your stomach clenched just thinking about that. You couldn’t imagine finding human ears and eyes in your dessert.

“And the grand finale was all heart,” Dyson told Steve, turning to grin at Clint on that one.

Steve blew out an exhale and you just waited for the tirade to begin. You could tell his mind was going a mile a minute and you felt bad for him because his color was off, and he looked so tired.

“Belova was there at Hansen’s when I arrived,” Steve began. “I do remember telling her she’s out.” Scrubbing a hand over his beard, he shook his head. “And you all just let my wife be party to all this? Killing people? Eyes, ears, hearts? I don’t even understand why Paulina was involved in this.”

Had your beautiful bastard of a husband learned nothing from all this?

Dyson shot you a warning look, watching you shift in your seat. “We collectively—”

“Yelena,” you started, “is the only reason we’re all still here.”

A quick glance at her showed her staring at you in surprise.

“When you sent her away,” you went on, “which you had no right to do because if I remember correctly, her being my personal protection was your wedding present to me, Dyson knew the danger she’d be in on the street. His friends were in town, thank God they were, and she stayed with them while they were here. She’s the one who got us the intel on Banner. She called Clint and told him where to find him, hiding on Stark’s turf. I explained all of this to you that day. He didn’t say anything about killing Banner at the time because of Nat and how she’d take it. No one gave him the order to kill Banner, but he did. I’d like to think you’d do that if someone beat my ass the way he beat your sister.”

Steve looked alarmed. He was about to say something, but you beat him to the punch.

“If that chain of events hadn’t happened, that day would have been far worse, Steve,” you went on. “If Dyson’s friends hadn’t been here, the day would have been worse. We can’t ever let this family’s safety depend solely on luck ever again. That was too close.”

Shifting on your chair so you could look around the room at your family and dearest friends, you shook your head.

“Paulina?” you asked. “Yeah, maybe that was stooping to their level. Banner beat Nat more than once and all the while he was spying on us. Betraying you. Beating Paulina was Nat’s call. A sound beating with bruises that wouldn’t show. It’s a good first step in taking back her power.”

Clint met your gaze, nodded his approval.

“Who did it?” Steve asked.

“Oh, I knew you’d ask that,” you told him. “Does it make you feel better that it was Yelena who did the deed?”

You could just tell from the subtle shift in his expression that it did.

“We found the girl who worked in the donut shop locked in a room in Hansen’s house. He was keeping her there because she looks like me. You can’t imagine what that poor thing has been through.”

Now Steve really did look startled.

“And the rest?” You said to your husband. “Dyson didn’t want me to be a party to it either, no. And I didn’t order any hits if that’s what you’re worried about. The fingers in Kat’s shopping bag? They belonged to Hansen’s man who kidnapped that girl. He died in the shooting at Hansen’s house. He didn’t need those fingers anymore.”

Steve just stared at you now.

“The eyes and ears?” you went on. “Neal was already dead. Hansen killed him.”

“Who’s idea was that?” Steve managed to ask. “The tiramisu?”

Luca’s hand shot up. “Mine. I made it.”

That had you grinning.

“The heart was Banner’s,” you explained. “He was already dead too.”

The slightest flush of color darkened Steve’s face. “And what about Barnes? You want to tell me why you were anywhere near him? What were you and Belova doing there?”

There was no going back now.

“The house is being watched,” you explained. “Stark and Wilson called every single day. We were worried that someone was going to figure out what was going on here, that you were potentially done for.”

Dyson’s gaze on you was intense, the hurt still flashing in his eyes from that plan because he’d disagreed with it so vehemently.

“We tried to take Barnes out,” you explained watching disbelief bleed into his expression. “After everything he’s done to all of us, he deserves it, Steve.”

You were speaking forcefully while your husband listened with an expression that you were struggling to read.

“Barnes gave us the idea himself,” you went on. “He called the girl from the donut shop. He wanted to meet with her, to see if she knew anything that would help him find Hansen. We arranged the meeting. I went in her place. I wore a mask because some people still wear them from the pandemic, and he didn’t realize I wasn’t her. Not until the end…”

Steve leaned forward in his chair, angry now. “What the fuck did you do?”

“We poisoned him,” you shot back. “The blade was dipped in poison. If I hadn’t chickened out, Yelena wouldn’t have had to step in. The way it went apparently didn’t kill him, but it did some damage. It bought us some time. And now you’re awake.”

“Barnes will know something is up,” Steve countered. “He knows I’d never send you into a dangerous situation like that.”

“He does know. But he can’t prove it,” you said.

“He’s going to come for you,” Steve said, his ire fading.

“I know,” you said. You’d lived in fear of that each day that Steve was still asleep.

“He can’t tell anyone.” Steve huffed a dry laugh. “A mob boss stabbed by a woman?”

Yelena was trying not to grin at that. You couldn’t help but smile.

“I don’t want you to ever put yourself in a position like that ever again,” Steve said to you with uncharacteristic calm. “I want everyone else in this room to swear to me that you’ll never allow that to happen again. Break your word and you’ll pay for it.”

The other men in the room quickly murmured their agreement. Yelena remained silent, staring at her hands in her lap.

“Belova,” Steve said, drawing her attention. “You’re my wife’s chosen security. So that goes double for you. Where her security is concerned, my word is final. Not hers. You got it?”

Yelena cut her gaze to you before nodding and meeting his gaze. “Yes, boss.”

While you were happy Yelena was being allowed to stay, your concern rose. “Steve, you can’t just keep me locked away to keep me safe. Not now.”

Steve stared at you for a long moment and your heart raced while you waited. You could have heard a pin drop in the posh office.

“I won’t,” Steve told all of you. “You’ll be part of my council from this point on. You all worked together to make decisions to protect the family when I couldn’t. Do you all agree?”

The response to that question was much louder and positive. Dyson looked from Steve to you with so much pride.

“It’s done,” Steve said.

Steve had made you part of his council. Your mind was spinning.

“Thank you all,” Steve said, concluding the meeting. “Rest up today. Tomorrow, we start planning. Dyson, keep security elevated around the house for now.”

Dyson winked at you. “Yes, boss.”

Then Steve’s gaze met yours as you were about to stand. “Stay.”

You did. And it was so quiet when it was just the two of you left in his office.

“Like I told you earlier, I agreed to letting you go to Hansen’s that day, but I regretted it almost immediately. That’s why I came after you and all of it was a mistake. By now I’d like to think you realize that as head of the family, head of all the families, why I have to be careful where I go. I’m not a soldier anymore. Sometimes I forget that.”

When he put it that way, yes, you did understand. “But it was Dyson.”

“I know,” he said softly. “But if I’d had my head on straight, they wouldn’t have been able to get to him. That’s on me.”

Had everything that happened rattled Steve that much? Was this accountability?

“And I get why you felt like you should be able to go meet Barnes after that. I’d allowed you into my business, sent you to Hansen’s. That’s on me too.”

What?

“Steve, we’re married. Doesn’t that make it our business?” you asked carefully.

“Maybe so… It’s just…  I’ll never be able to get the memory of you jumping in front of Dyson out of my head,” Steve said, eyes shiny with tears. “I’m willing to try this, to make you part of my council. I’m not completely sold on the idea but Dyson and the rest of them respect you enough to follow your orders.”

“You doubted it before because I’m a woman?”

“No, I doubted it because I’m selfish,” Steve said. “And afraid. Dyson’s right, you have good instincts. You knew more about what was going on in my house in a few weeks than I ever have... My father was like that, gave me good advice.”

Tears stung the backs of your eyes as you listened to your husband.

“Your father was a mentor to me too the last year of his life,” Steve went on. “He knew more than my old man. Dyson and Luca seem to think you’re a lot like him. Maybe they’re right.”

“Steve—”

“Let me get this out,” Steve told you. “I’m used to having enemies. I’m not used to having enemies that want my wife as much or more than ending my sorry ass. Twice now you’ve been seriously threatened. How am I going to lead the families when I can’t protect my own fucking wife?”

He was blinking back tears and you dashed around it to get to him, to wrap your arms around him. He again pulled you into his lap, holding onto you like you were a rant in the storm. When he finally got himself under control, that blue-eyed gaze was back on you.

“If you want in on this business, I agree,” Steve told you. “Under the condition that you stay out of the action. Is that in any way unclear?”

At least he wasn’t asking you to swear to him. Because that wasn’t something you would swear never to do again. If someone you loved was in danger, of course you’d be in the action. Still, you nodded.

But then you thought of something. “You’re not going to agree to this and take it away from me the moment I get pregnant, are you?”

That pulled the corners of his mouth up. “I will want to. But I doubt I’d have any luck in trying that.”

“You wouldn’t,” you assured him.

“I’ve been thinking about that too,” Steve said, his arms tightening around you. “We probably shouldn’t be in a hurry to start a family… With all this going on? We’ve got time. If and when we both agree we want to start a family, we’ll revisit it then.”

You’d been braced for a fight. You couldn’t have been more astonished by what you were hearing.

“Are you feeling okay?” you finally had to ask.

That had Steve chuckling. “Yes, I’m fine. Just hoping I recover quickly because those heels make your legs look so fucking sexy.”

Okay, that was something he’d say.

His fingers tracing your leg from ankle to thigh made you shiver. Slowly, his touch skimmed up your body, over one breast and up to your jaw. Slowly, he leaned in to kiss your mouth. A slow seeking kiss that promised so much.

“You will make me a better leader,” he whispered against your lips.

“You already are a good leader, Steve,” you told him. “Maybe it was because all we did was fight all the time. Maybe it’s just that your attention was divided.”

You could have laughed at the sliver of hope creeping into his expression. “Yeah?”

“Yeah,” you told him before kissing him breathless.

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Business as Unusual - Chapter 6: The Domestic Life of Crime Bosses

NOTE: Please do not translate, plagiarize, copy, or steal my work as your own ~ Thank you <3 

Chapter One  Chapter Two Chapter Three Chapter Four Chapter Five

pairings: Wanda Maximoff x Natasha Romanov x Reader 

word count: 6.4K 

warnings(18+only):   Dom/sub; Domestic Fluff; Eventual Smut; Hurt/Comfort; Childhood Trauma; Smoking; Food; Caffeine Addiction; mention of drugs; Alcohol; Mentions of Violence; Angst

CHAPTER SIX: THE DOMESTIC LIFE OF CRIME BOSSES

Kate squeals with excitement as you and Kate sit together in Nat’s office. Nat stepped out for a moment, taking a call from the dry cleaners. Her voice was slightly annoyed from the interruption.

“FINALLY!!” Kate cheers in a hushed whisper.

“Shhh” you wave your hands in front of you, not wanting Natasha to hear you two.

“So they’re finally going to take you out?”

“Yes, Saturday night actually.” You say with your glasses perched at the tip of your nose. Gripping a pencil in one hand, the other typing into a paper tape calculator. You were more than capable of doing mental math, or doing the work via pencil and paper, but having a calculator like this helped you see if by chance you made an error along the way (which was next to never.) Good practices made for little mistakes though.

Kate claps her hands together, her blue eyes turning to little crescent moons with the way she’s smiling.

“Yelena and I have been shipping the three of you for so LONG now,”

“Apparently everyone has known about their crush for a while now,” you chuckle, turning to enter the numbers into the accounting software on Nat’s computer.

“And obviously we’ve all seen the way you act when you’re around them.” You turn to look at Kate, fake shock filling your features. She giggles, and pushes your shoulder with a gentle hand. You grab your arm, and pretend to wince in pain.

“Ow! ow! Wanda!” You pretend to cry out, voice low, but loud enough for Kate feel her anxiety spike. Kate knows that Wanda would be home at some point soon for lunch. Usually she popped her head in the office to say hello by now. On a usual day like today, Nat would sit with you going over numbers all morning. Depending on the client, it could take anywhere from an hour to at least 5 getting ahold of different vibranium suppliers via untraceable phone numbers, emails, etc. After spending the majority of yesterday taking notes while Nat blabbed on the phone with someone in East Africa, today felt like putting on a pair of old sneakers. Comfortable, and easy to walk in.

“Don’t you dare!! Wanda nearly threw Yelena off the side of a building for the ankle incident.” You grin, pushing your reading glasses up your nose.

“To be fair your wife left a foot shaped bruise on my sternum for weeks,” You say, running a hand over your sternum. Truthfully, the bruise had just started to fade, now yellowing around the edges. Wanda was still making you ice the bruise. Yesterday she watched you wince slightly when carrying a box into the apartment. For the next hour you had a bag of frozen peas practically strapped to you.

“Oh yeah? And I’m sure it was so hard having nurse Nat care for you,” Kate rolls her eyes, and sits back in her chair, a smug smile playing across her face. Kate was here today to learn the security program with you.

Most days Kate works with Clint, as his back up security detail for Natasha. She’s a skilled archer who’s trained in martial arts. According to Nat, Kate is a pretty good shooter. Although the raven haired girl doesn’t look the type to fight, she’s taken down more than a dozen grown men in the past. Today she just wears a pair of joggers, and a black zip up hoodie. You recognize the shirt she wears underneath as a crop top that Yelena wears from time to time.

“No comment,” you say, a bit flustered as you remember the day Natasha and Wanda took care of you after Yelena’s blow to your sternum.

Flashback: 8 hours post “The Ankle Incident”:

Nat turns the spare key into the lock of your apartment. The usually light footed woman, tip toes inside to find you snuggled against Wanda. Foot still resting atop a pillow, which has moved to the opposite end of the couch rather than the coffee table. The two of you under your fleece green blanket, which Nat has learned is your favorite. Softly Ratatouille played on the television. The volume is just above silent. Natasha so desperately wanted to curl up with you and Wanda. Your head rested on Wanda’s chest, soft snores escaping your lips. Wanda’s arms are wrapped around your sleeping body. With little to no pressure Natasha tapped her wife on the shoulder.

“Malaysh, it’s me. Time to wake up,” she whispered. Wanda’s eyes fluttered open, and she smiled up at her wife sleepily. The two share a brief kiss hello.

“I see that someone is still zonked,” Nat whispers, gesturing down to you. Wanda hums, running a hand through her hair.

“She woke up and insisted that we watch another film,” Wanda’s eyes flicker up to the television screen.

“You should have put her to bed,” Nat scolded.

“I was going to take her to bed after the cooking Rat movie,” Nat looked over her shoulder, and shook her head at the ridiculousness of the movie. Of course Y/N would love a movie about a cooking rodent. She reaches for the remote, and presses the power button, and the screen goes dark.

“I’m going to take sleeping beauty to bed, okay?”

Wanda yawns, and nods her head. Nat hooks her arm under your legs, and cradles your sleeping body against hers. You snuggle against the Russian’s chest, basking in her warmth. She pretends to play it cool, but she pulls you in closer. Her heart fluttered in her chest.

“Can you have Bucky pick her up Ensure or Pediasure or something tomorrow? She needs to put some meat on her bones.” Wanda nods in agreement. Both of them know that you never finish a meal. Your chronic stomach aches made you constantly nauseous. Rendering you underweight. It’s not that you didn’t like to eat, the two of them watched you eat sweets, ramen, and (hot) pasta dishes. You just physically couldn’t handle food sometimes.

“Too chalky,” you mumbled, stirring in Natasha’s arms. She chuckled, of course that’s what you heard her saying.

“Go back to sleep, silly girl,” Nat cooed, heading toward your bedroom. She opens the door, and sees the dragonfly night light illuminating your room. Gently she laid you down, making sure to put zero pressure on your ankle. As she pulls the covers up, s he notices the small bunny rabbit stuffed animal on the floor beside your bed and smiles. Picking it up, and placing it next to you on the bed. Instinctively you reach out and cuddle the bunny closer. The Russian’s heart nearly melts right then and there.

“Goodnight, Sweetheart,” she whispered softly before exiting your room.

Present Day:

“What aren’t we commenting on,” Nat asks as she renters the office. She’s got an apple in her hand, which she’s taken a few bites out of already. She sets a glass of water down next to you. You stare at it blankly, before turning your head back to the computer screen.

“We are commenting on whether or not Y/N needs another cup of coffee,” Kate says cooly. Nat laughs, shaking her head. She gestures for you to drink the glass of water, although she would never force you to drink it. You shake your head, you already had two glasses today. One glass that Wanda made you chug at breakfast, and another that took you 2 and a half hours to drink. Before you can verbally protest, Kate’s phone lights up, and she looks down at the message.

“Ah, shit. Clint needs me to give him a hand with moving supplies. I gotta run,” Kate jumps to her feet, and without a word leaves.

“And then there were two,” you say smiling up at Nat. She grins back. She pulls you to your feet, and sits down on her desk chair, which you’d been preoccupying all morning. Without fail, she pulls you into her lap. Now that Kate was gone, Natasha didn’t feel the need to hold back. The past few days have felt like a dream. The constant touching from the two women felt almost normal now. Neither of them had kissed you on the lips yet. A kiss on the forehead, the back of the hand, top of your head, sure. Your mouth was apparently off limits. You bury your head into the side of Nat’s neck, and she sighs softly.

“Wanda will be here soon,” she tells you in her low voice. It almost sounds like a warning.

“Good, I miss her,” you mumble, and Natasha laughs huskily. She begins to type into the calculator, silently forcing you to take a much needed break while she double checks your work. Natasha typically works in silence, but today she puts on your Spotify playlist. Preferably she puts on the playlist with classical music on it.

“This all checks out. We should be able to get the checks out to Tony for our next rescue by next Monday.”

You nod your head, determined to assist with the next mission. You pull out your phone. You don’t have any new messages from Wanda. Frowning, you slide the phone back into your sweatshirt pocket. You’re ready to be done with work for the morning. The impossible urge to get up and move was setting in quickly.

“What time did Wanda say she’d be home?” You whine growing antsy in Nat’s lap. Without thinking, she places her hands on your hips to keep you still. You freeze the moment you feel Natasha’s touch.

“Am I not enough, baby?” She asks.

You are hyper aware of her hands on your hips. Her words echo through your mind like they are bouncing off the walls of an open chamber. Suddenly you can’t think about anything else but Natasha’s hands on you. You can feel her eyes looking down at you. Timidly you look up through your lashes at her. The stark green of her eyes never ceases to amaze you. Her eyes are emeralds shimmering in the sunlight.

“Nat,” you say, voice low.

“Hmm?”

You look up the tiniest bit more to stare directly into her eyes. With one of her hands still on your hip, her other hand tips your chin up to connect your lips together. And oh boy, does she kiss you.

Your heart flutters excitement in your chest. Natasha tastes like coffee and mint. Her red lipstick stains your naked pink lips. You had always pictured Natasha’s lips to be gruff, but they are quite the opposite. Her lips are perfectly moisturized, and so very gentle when kissing you. She’s gentle, but urgent with you. The kiss only lasts a few seconds, but when you break apart you're gasping for air. Had you been holding your breath that entire time? Nat rubs your back with her free hand, forehead pressed against yours. The two of you giggle like school children.

“Oh?” Wanda’s voice rings in the room, and your head whips in her direction.

“WANDS!” you nearly cheer, clambering out of Natasha’s lap. Half running to her, she opens her arms to embrace you. She wraps her arms around you and squeezes you for a tight hug.

“I missed you,” you mumble into her. Wow, have you always been this clingy?

“Really it didn’t look like it just a moment ago?” Her voice is half playful and half serious. Which confirms to you that she’d witnessed you and Natasha kissing a minute ago.

“C’mon Wands, it’s not a race” Nat says casually, turning her attention back to her computer. Your cheeks are burning as you look up at Wanda. She looks down at you, her pupils are blown wide. You feel the tweed of her pant suit under your fingertips. She takes in your sorry expression before speaking again.

“You’re right. I’ll just have to wait for the perfect moment then.” Wanda says before scrunching her nose at you with a smile. Nat tells you both to go on and eat lunch without her, she will grab something to eat shortly. Natasha has a 12:30 p.m. call with someone from Sweden. You hear her pick up as you exit from the room, hand in hand with Wanda. You are always shocked when you hear Natasha speak another new language. Before today you didn’t even know she could speak Swedish.

“What’s for lunch?” You ask when Wanda places your switch into your hands from off the counter.

“I was thinking of grilled cheese and tomato soup. How does that sound?”

“That sounds really good actually,” Wanda gives you a large grin, and wraps an arm around your waist pulling you into a side hug before shooing you away from the kitchen. You sigh, and make your way into the living room.

You fling yourself back into the cushions, and start up your game. Your villagers have been overjoyed with the work you’ve done on your island. You smile as you see the little characters dancing around celebrating the bridge you’d built.

Quickly though, you mind thinks back to Natasha. The way her hands felt on your hips, her lips against yours. Your body is aching for her. But you had to be good. As more time passes you start to wonder about when Wanda will kiss you. You’ve been fantasizing about her for a long time. A couple of weeks ago the possibility of her even spending more than a few minutes around you was so far-fetched. But now, she’s the first person you see every morning, and the last person before you go to bed. Maybe she would kiss you after your date Saturday night.

“Y/N, honey, lunch is ready,” you jump a mile in your seat as Wanda’s voice pulls you out of your fantasy.  

“C-coming Wanda,”

You quickly hit the save button, push yourself off of the couch, and make your way into the kitchen.

“I was thinking,” Wanda starts as she brings your food over to the kitchen table. You look up at her, “maybe you could do some running around for me this afternoon with Bucky? There are a few things we need for dinner, and dry cleaning we need picked up.”

You were supposed to spend the rest of the day with Natasha, and you really (selfishly) wanted to be with Nat at the moment. You wanted to be with Wanda too, but she had meetings this afternoon that she had to be at.

“MJ could come too. I know you like a little bit of company on your travels.” You take a bite of your sandwich. You notice that she’d cut the crust off for you. Glancing up, you see Wanda smiling down at her soup, moving the spoon around in the bowl.

“I think Natasha wanted to show me the security program.” You say testing the waters on how she would feel if you stayed here with Natasha. The spoon stops in Wanda’s soup bowl, and you can see her slight tug downward of her lips.

“She can show you tonight.” Wanda says reaching across the table for your hand. Fingers intertwined with yours. You sigh, knowing that Natasha would let you go. But you wanted to learn the security software now, but you knew better than to argue with Wanda.

“Okay,” you smile, and Wanda nods her head. You want to ask her what she’s thinking about. Why was she being so pushy about groceries and dry cleaning? It was the middle of the week. Wanda and you went to the store on Sunday together. There was plenty of food for dinner.

“How is MJ?” You ask casually dipping your sandwich into the soup, deciding to change the topic of discussion completely.

“She’s well! I met her boyfriend the other day. His name is Peter, he brought her flowers for their anniversary. It was very adorable,”

You smile and think of the secretary and her boyfriend sharing soft giggles outside of Wanda’s office. A small part of you wishes you had been there to meet the boy. Maybe to have Wanda introduce you as her… what were you to Wanda and Natasha? A girlfriend?

“That’s so cute,” you say, between another mouth full of sandwich. Wanda chatters about the company, and you discuss some of your favorite books. Wanda gives you a few recommendations, since she basically reads a book a week. An hour passes; the bowls and plates are left for the housekeeper to take care of. You are starting to worry about Natasha. She doesn’t usually take this long on her calls.

You peek your head into the office, and Natasha is standing at the window. Her arms are crossed, and you don’t think that she’s noticed. She looks lost in her thoughts. In an attempt to not interrupt her, you slowly start to back out of the office.

“You don’t have to go,” her voice sounds strained, like she is attempting to fight off tears.

“I was just checking on you.” You say standing in the doorway. Hands taking their natural position, clasped behind your back. She turns to look at you, and she looks tired. Her eyes are glassy, and you wonder if she really was fighting off the waterworks.

“I’m right here,” her attempt at a smile is weak, and you yearn to wrap your arms around her waist and squeeze her tight.

“Wanda asked me to do some errands this afternoon,” you say. The words hang in the air for a moment. Her eyes cast downward, and then she shakes her head. The weak smile never wavering from her lips.

“That’s okay. Tonight then, security program?” She motions with her thumb over her shoulder to her computer.

“You bet!” You smile, and walk over to Nat. You embrace her, arms around her waist. You don’t know what’s wrong, but you hold her tight to remind her that you are there for her. Her muscular arms wrap around you, and you feel her growing soft again. Defenses falling for you.

“I’ll miss you,” you mumble against her chest. She chuckles softly.

“It’s only a little while, baby girl,” Nat leans down, and kisses the top of your head. You try to turn your head so that she will kiss you again, but gracefully she maneuvers out of your hold. You frown, and the older woman ruffles your hair.

“Call me if you need anything, okay? I'm gonna run to the warehouse to meet Clint and Kate.” You nod your head, and head out to do the list of errands that Wanda left for you to do.

You spend the entire afternoon thinking about Natasha. Had your kiss been so bad that she didn’t want to kiss you again? Would she tell Wanda that you didn’t kiss well? To be fair you think you’ve only kissed 3 people ever, including Natasha. You also wonder why she had been upset. Bad kissing didn’t equate tears?

When you pick up the dry cleaning you see the suit Wanda bought for you for the Gala next weekend. Smiling when you see that she’d gotten your name stitched in gold lettering on the inside of the suit jacket.

“I was thinking,” you say to Bucky. He’s opted to let you sit in the front seat today. He glanced over to you. His ray bans make it nearly impossible for you to see his eyes.

“About changing the music?” He grins, as your Boygenius CD plays softly in the background.

“Absolutely not, this is ART. I was actually thinking about you possibly teaching me how to drive?” You ask, looking at him, and then glancing out the windshield again. You want to appear nonchalant. Bucky was certainly a cool guy. He never forced you to talk to him. He was perfectly content with comfortable silence. For Christ’s sake, he wore a leather jacket and suits. Nothing screams badass more than a leather jacket.

“We must have different tastes in art then.” He laughs, taking his sunglasses off to look at you. You stare at him blankly, waiting for an answer.

“I think that would be great. I’d love to teach you kid,” he winks playfully, and focuses his attention back on the road.

“Thank you, Buck.” You smile, settling back into your seat. He rolls his eyes at you using his shortened nickname. He secretly loves it, you know it.

“I’ve been waiting for you to ask me that, by the way.” He laughs as he pulls up to the apartment building. As you’re walking up to the building you see Clint speaking to Kate in a very serious manner. They stand far enough away from the building, close to the alleyway beside the building. Kate looks apologetic as she whispers back to Clint. The blue of her eyes are piercing in the afternoon sun. Clint looks down at the sidewalk at you and Bucky, and shakes his head. You don’t want to interrupt, so you continue into the building. Bucky glances over his shoulder at the pair, and says nothing.

“What was that about?” You ask as the two of you get into the elevator. Bucky pushes the button to Wanda and Natasha's penthouse.  He just shakes his head again, and continues to stare forward. A sinking feeling courses through your body as the elevator rises. You wonder if this is about Mrs. Bishop. Could it be? No, Wanda said she’d literally end Eleanor Bishop's life if she even thought about crossing her. No one would be so stupid to cross Wanda Maximoff. The elevator door slides open, and you and Bucky enter the apartment.

“Sestra, Eleanor Bishop will be stopped.” Yelena’s voice is full of annoyance, but you can hear the emotion building in it.

“That’s not the point, you dingus, she’s attempting to steal my suppliers, and sell them to Kingpin herself. EVERYTHING we’ve built is on the line right now, Yelena .”  Natasha’s voice is so venomous that you feel the hairs on your neck stand up. Bucky stiffens to your left, and he motions that he’s going to step out. Clearly not wanting to impose on the sibling’s fighting. They must be in the kitchen, the two of you don’t move.

“I’m going to go check in with Clint and Kate. Call me if you need me,” He says, voice just above a whisper. His smile is apologetic as he silently enters the elevator.

“Okay, see you later,” you reply weakly. To be honest, you are kind of annoyed that Bucky just left you standing there. For a moment you wonder if you should just head home. The day wasn’t over yet though. You promised Natasha to work with her tonight. Plus you don’t think that the downstairs crew would let you head home alone right now. A small part of you feels that you wouldn’t be safe alone at the moment.

You decide to take the shopping bags into the sitting room by the elevator. You place the dinner supplies, and dry cleaning down on the fuzzy carpeted floor. Sliding down to the floor opting for the fuzzy carpet, rather than the uncomfortable couch, you pull out your phone. Two missed calls from Wanda light up your phone screen. Shit shit shit!!!

You scramble as you hit the return call button, holding the phone up to your ear. As you do, the sliding doors of the elevator open, and Wanda’s heels hitting the hardwood floor echo through the apartment. She spots you sitting on the floor, and walks over to you with concern on her face. Apologetically you look up at her.

“I-I’m sorry,” you hold up your phone, and she doesn’t notice. Her face turns solemn, as she walks over to you. The edges of her lips pull into a small frown. Her hair is pulled into a messy bun. Pulling her sunglasses away from her face you can see the slight glassy look in her eye. Had Wanda been crying today also? You jump to your feet. A severe need to comfort the red head overcomes you. Running into her arms you hug her around the waist tightly. Wanda squeezes you tight, cheek resting against the top of your head.

“I’m here,” you say because you’re not really sure what to say.

“I know, Detka. I know.” Her voice is soft. Wanda’s gentle hands comb through your hair.

“Wands,” Natasha’s voice rings through the room. Nats voice is also so gentle, and you wonder again if you should head home. To let the couple talk with each other privately. Wanda and you turn to see Natasha and Yelena standing in the foyer. Yelena has a black eye, and you wonder how she got it. She gives you a half smile, before making eye contact with Wanda. Her eyes went wide at Wanda’s expression.

“Yelena, I told you-” Wanda barks, letting go of her grip on you, and heading straight for Yelena. Natasha steps in front of her sister protectively. Yelena doesn’t shy away though, if anything she practically squares up behind her sister. Idiotically you stand frozen in place, shocked that this was playing out right in front of you.

“It’s not her fault. Eleanor’s goons hacked into our database. According to Kate, her mother went MIA about a week ago. No phone calls, no messages, nothing. Eleanor Bishop has essentially cut ties with her daughter.” Natasha says, running her hands over her wife’s arms. Wanda's tense stance relaxes slightly. Today would not be the day that Wanda throws Yelena over the side of a building.

“I told her that we know nothing. She doesn’t even know that Kate and I are involved.” Yelena says to Wanda peering around Natasha. You feel extremely out of place. The conversation between the three women feels like one right out of a movie. Not one that you’d witness in person, playing out in real time. You shift uncomfortably side to side, staring down at your Animal Crossing socks that Wanda bought you.

“Then how does she know about the sales in the first place?”  Wanda says to Yelena with a tone that’s way less venomous. Yelena shrugs, and continues to explain herself,

“I think she’s tracking one of us. I’m unsure of who though. I have a feeling it’s Kate, or one of you two.” Wanda glances at Natasha. A look of horror struck across her face.

“How do you know that?” Natasha continues to run her hands up and down Wanda’s arms.

“I’ve seen someone pacing outside of the apartment building, on multiple occasions. As soon as they make eye contact with me they head in the opposite direction.” Yelena says looking at her sister with a hardened expression.

“And you didn’t think to stop them?!” Natasha says in disbelief her hands releasing Wanda’s arms. Yelena shrugs again,

“I think everyone is suspicious. I thought your girl over there was a narc. It turns out that she’s just a nerd.” Yelena gestures to you. It’s your turn to shrug. A long time ago you’d accepted that you are, in fact, a huge nerd. Yelena smiles over Nat’s shoulder at you. You give Yelena a small grin back, secretly giving her the middle finger while Wanda wasn’t looking in your direction. Natasha ignores the banter between you and Yelena. Her mind wrapped up in the insanity of the situation.

“So what’s the best course of action?” Wanda says, placing an exhausted hand on her forehead. Natasha blinks a few times, before sighing heavily, and saying reluctantly,

“She’s going about this virtually for now. On our front we will need to gear up our digital security. In regards to Eleanor, we may have to hack into her computer and delete the files in her possession. As well as any backup files she may have stashed elsewhere.” Yelena places a hand on her sister's shoulder, turning her so that she’s looking directly at you. The three women turn to you, and you look behind yourself. Trying to see if you were missing something very obvious. You point at yourself in disbelief,

“Me?” You question, grimacing in discomfort as the three sets of eyes rest heavily on you.

“You’re our resident computer specialist.” Nat says with a small smile. The dots connect, and you understand where this is going. They wanted you to hack into Eleanor’s database.

“Supercomputer.” Yelena says flipping you off. Wanda pushes her hand down firmly, before turning to you again. Her eyes are less glassy, and the look on her face makes your heart melt. Her singular forehead crease smoothes out, her entire body relaxes. Wanda extends her arm out for you. Yelena smirks at you when you bury yourself into Wanda’s side, inhaling her scent. Yelena would be giving you shit for this another day, you knew it.

“Our intelligent girl,” Wanda says, squeezing you tighter into her side. You nod sheepishly.

“Barton, Kate Bishop, and I will stake out Eleanor’s place. We’ll get a good idea of where to track her.” Natasha agrees, and the two sisters embrace, mumbling something to each other in Russian that you don’t understand. When Nat swats at her sister playfully, and they both glance over at you; you know they’re talking about you. Your eyebrows scrunch together, clearly confused.

“Am I going to have to learn Russian?” You say with a deadpan tone, and Yelena shakes her head and cackles,

“No, this is way too fun. Anyway, Bye!” She enters the elevator and leaves.

“Is she always so cryptic?” You mumble, and Wanda cracks up. She presses a small kiss to the top of your head. You lean more of your weight into Wanda, and she supports it happily. Natasha gives you both a warm look, but her eyes still are clouded with worry. You reach out, and tug at the hem of Natasha’s long sleeved black shirt. She looks down at your tugging hand, and takes a small step toward you and Wanda. Wanda hums, as Nat’s arms wrap around you, and you are squished between both women.

“You both needed a hug, so I am offering you my best deal, the 2 for 1 hug.” You giggle looking between the redheads. It takes a whole 5 seconds for your words to register in Wanda’s brain, and then she’s hysterically laughing. The grip she has on you and Natasha loosens. The tension in the room fizzled out with each passing moment.

“That was horrible,” Natasha’s voice is full of amusement though. You stay like that for another minute or two, before the two women start chatting about the plans for the night.

“I’ve got to make a few calls, Y/N and I can go through the computer to check for security breaches after dinner.” Nat says to her wife, reaching up to tough Wanda’s cheek,

“Join us?” You ask Wanda. She looks off guard by your question.

“Oh, honey I don’t know if I’d be much help.” Her voice sounds cautious.

“We want you there,” Natasha replies before you can. Wanda extends one tender hand to Natasha, and another to you.

“If you both insist,” she says nonchalantly.

She leans over and kisses her wife, and you feel their love for each other in such a domestic moment. When their lips disconnect, Wanda looks down to you. You’re already looking up at her with affection radiating off of you. She leans down, and connects her lips to yours. Your heart is doing backflips in your chest. You let out a content sigh against her lips, as if to say ‘finally’ . Wanda tastes like vanilla, and you wonder if she’s had a vanilla oat milk latte today. The kiss lasts only a few seconds, and you are yearning for more. You huff in annoyance as she pulls away the tiniest bit.

“Somebody is eager,” Wanda says, ghosting your lips. You desperately bite back the urge to whine for her to kiss you again.

“Not to sound like a perv, but if you keep doing that I won’t be able to make these calls,” Natasha says, staring at you and Wanda. You lean up on your toes, and boldly peck Natasha’s lips.

“We wouldn’t want that, now would we Ms. Romanov!!” Natasha is visibly stunned, and Wanda bursts into another round of hysterical laughter. Quickly you untangle yourself from the two women’s arms, and dash towards the kitchen.

“Did she just?” Natasha says, her cheeks turning a rosy red. Part of you feels a bit smug to be the one not blushing for once.

“Sweetheart, You’re blushing.” Wanda says patting her blushing wife on the back before following behind you.

Wanda prepares Natasha’s favorite comfort food for dinner, peanut butter and jelly sandwiches, apple slices, and cheese crackers. At first you thought she was making something for you, but when you protest Wanda admits that Natasha loves PB&J sandwiches.

“I never would have expected that,” you say, grabbing the box of cheese crackers from the pantry. For a woman who literally works out for two hours every morning, Natasha has such a sweet tooth. You’ve grown accustomed to her hand expecting at least a few m&ms from the tube whenever you snack on them. During movie nights Natasha would dump m&m’s into the popcorn. She claimed it cut through the saltiness. The Russian was right of course, and for once the combination didn’t mess with your aversion to mixed food textures.

Wanda smiles, and with a shrug she says,

“I’m making brownies too. She likes them fudgy,” she plucks the box from your hands, and then goes back to putting together the sandwiches. You notice the 1 with the crust cut off and smile, wrapping your arms around the Sokovian.

“Wanda?” You ask timidly.

“Yes, detka?” Wanda’s voice is so soft. You loved domestic moments like these that you shared with the women.

“I’m really happy you kissed me,” your voice is small, but for some odd reason you feel the need to tell her.

“I’m really happy that I kissed you too, sweet girl.” She puts down the butter knife, and turns to face you. She licks a small bit of peanut butter off her thumb. She pretends to not see the slight pink in your cheeks as you watch her do so.

“Were you upset this morning when you saw Nat and I kissing?”

“Oh sweetheart,” Wanda tries to wave you off.

“Please tell me,” you say leaning into her. You can feel her heart beating wildly in her chest. Why didn’t she want to tell you?

“Y/N, this is all still so new. Natasha has always been the bolder one between the two of us. I’ve wanted to kiss you for a long time, and for a moment there I do have to admit I was jealous.”

“Of me?” You say narrowing your eyes. Wanda laughs, shaking her head.

“Would you believe me when I said I was jealous of you both?” You must look confused as you pull back to look at the older woman. Head cocking to the side, silently questioning her jealousy.

“Call me selfish, but I wanted both of you to kiss me the way you were having each other. I wanted to be Natasha, holding you in my lap, pulling you in to kiss me so intimately. On the other hand, I wanted to be in my wife’s lap kissing her, like I always have.” The gears turn in your head, and it all makes sense then. You nod your head softly, and peer up at her again. She runs a soothing hand over the small of your back. Feeling the need to reassure her, you reply,

“Well you can always kiss me, and I know you can always kiss Natty,”

“I know Malyshka, but I don’t want to scare you either,” her eyes do look slightly afraid, as if you were someone she was scared to lose. Wanda reaches up to run her thumb over your right cheek bone.

“I’m not scared.” You admit, face turning the color of cherry tomatoes. For the first time you felt like you were just as important to Wanda and Natasha as they were to you.

“If I’m being honest here, Nat and I also don’t want to get carried away with you either.” Wanda says her hand on your back stilling. Her own cheeks are heating, turning slightly pink.

“What do you mean?” You ask confused. Didn’t you just tell her you weren’t scared of her and Natasha?

“Honey, Nat and I like you a lot.”

“Ditto, but that’s a good thing, right?” Your voice is trembling. Was she trying to tell you that she liked you so much that she didn’t want to be intimate with you? That made absolutely no sense to you. She could have her way with you any day she wanted, and you’d let her. Should you tell her that? A million questions bubble behind your lips, but Wanda speaks before you can,

“It’s a very good thing, but honey, that’s not what I mean,” Her head dips closer to yours, and you’re flustered by her closeness. Brain turning to mush with Wanda’s face just inches from yours.

“I don’t understand.” You whisper.

Wanda sighs, shaking her head with a smile on her face. What you don’t expect next is the dizzying, mind altering kiss that Wanda gives you. Your eyes go wide, and then flutter shut as you kiss her back. Her hands find your hips, and pull you closer to her. Somehow it’s still not enough for her though. Wanda’s lips part, and her tongue slips into your mouth. You let her, letting your tongue dance with hers. But clearly she’s the one in control here. Your body is on fire, every portion of you is clinging to her. The world around you has gone silent besides the soft sounds you two make together. You keep yourself still for her though, letting Wanda take the lead completely, and you can tell that she loves it. Her fingers dripping the smallest bit under your shirt hem. Grazing the soft skin of your hips. When she pulls away from your lips, you lean forward, eyes still shut. When her lips don’t meet yours, you let out a small groan of frustration.

“Do you understand now?”  Eyes opening you find Wanda smiling down at you again, her lipstick smudged from kissing you.  

“What were we talking about again?” You ask, trying to catch your breath. Wanda looks at you in disbelief. She lets out a small laugh, rolling her eyes at you. She frees you from her arms, before saying,

“Please get me the eggs and milk from the fridge. You can help me make the brownies tonight.”

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The Flip Side Part 1

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x reader

Word count: ~9.7k

Summary: Your motivation to continue working as a mobster in Chicago is dwindling after the birth of your daughter.

A/N: Here it is. The basically flipped script where Y/n is a mob boss and Wanda’s our adorable, lovable civilian. Overall this story has darker themes than the first one. There are a lot of references to alcoholism, violence, death, and past physical/emotional abuse. I’ll put warnings for each part, but if any of this makes you uncomfortable, please don’t read! 

Warnings: angst, references to alcoholism, suggestive content, domestic fluff (assume the first two will always be present unless stated otherwise)

The sound of Wanda’s screams reverberating off of the walls made you feel like you were crawling out of your skin. You hated to hear her sound so in pain, and knowing that she truly was made it even worse. You’d spent months, maybe longer trying to mentally prepare yourself for this day, and you truly never got to the point where you felt like you were ready. It was near agony having to just sit and watch and wait as Wanda did all of the work to bring your daughter into the world. 

You and Wanda had wanted to have a baby since the day you got married. Honestly Wanda had wanted one earlier than that. She had always wanted to be a mom, and even though the foster dogs that ran around the penthouse counted as children, she wanted a baby. You’d been on board with the idea, but of course you couldn’t commit to it right then and there. A lot of preparation was required before you could feel ready to have a child. You needed to be at least a little more stable at work, and this was honestly the most time-consuming part of it all. Wanda had understood and you’d slowly done what was necessary to make sure you weren’t so front and center. You’d delegated until you felt like everything was out of your hands and you had very little control over it, but nearly three years later the day had arrived. 

The equally important part of preparing for a baby that you conveniently had forgotten was arguably the most important. As you held your wife’s hand and tried to soothe her through labor, you realized that you hadn’t given being a parent more than the occasional thought. You knew that Wanda was over the moon and she was dying to meet your baby, but you were still a little nervous. You wanted this too, you hadn’t just agreed to make Wanda happy, but you’d forgotten how much pressure you would be putting on yourself by having a child with Wanda. 

You feared every day that something would happen to her because of what you did, and you did everything you could to make sure she was safe. You had her tailed wherever she went, and you had gotten her to agree to being tracked in the least invasive way possible. You knew that Wanda tolerated it because she loved you, but you couldn’t help but want to put her and this baby on lockdown until the unforeseeable future. The idea of bringing your daughter into a world where she’s already at risk because of your less than legal occupation was terrifying. However, you’d agreed to this and now it was up to you to do your part and make things as safe as possible for your family. 

“Y/n!” 

You jerk away from whoever rudely shoved you awake, and you’re quickly reaching for your gun before you can stop yourself. You see Bucky out of the corner of your eye holding up his hands in surrender as he shoots you a look.

“Woah, it’s just me! Don’t shoot unless you want to drive yourself home.” 

You frown as his words register and your hand drops from your hip as you sigh in exhaustion. You hadn’t meant to fall asleep here. You were supposed to be finishing up work before leaving on time to make it to dinner with your wife and child. It was mostly with your wife, but your now-6-month-old would be there, and you’re sure that Pietro would be as well. 

You only take a second to wonder why you’d dream about Natalya’s birth of all things before you climb to your feet. You look around lazily for your phone and keys, and you curse when you see the missed calls from Wanda. 

“She asked me to check up on you. You told her you’d be home earlier.” 

You can’t help but groan in annoyance at yourself as you nod and follow Bucky out of the room. You had been swamped at work as usual, and as soon as you’d come back from an exhausting meeting this afternoon, you’d fallen asleep at your desk. You only cast a cursory glance at the mess you’re leaving before patting your friend on the back with a smile. 

“Wanda’s cooking my favorite tonight. Do you want to join us?” 

You have a feeling you know what his answer will be, but you wait until he tells you for certain that he’ll be busy tonight. You nod in understanding before following the brunette to your car. You sigh heavily as you get into the passenger seat and you close your eyes as you wait for Bucky to join you. He does quickly but he doesn’t start the car immediately as he turns to you with a frown. 

You’d been really tired recently, and more so than when Natalya was born. Those first few months had been tough. You’d been sleep-deprived and as a result moodier than usual which wasn’t good for anyone. You’d wanted to drink more during this time than you had in the past 5 years, but you held off and tried to just find as much joy in having a young child at home as possible. Wanda had managed it a little better because she was able to take off work completely since she owned her restaurant, and she dedicated herself to her baby 24/7 for nearly 5 months. It wasn’t until recently that she started to talk about returning to work even if just part-time as Natalya got older. 

Since your daughter had started sleeping a little longer at night, you’d recently had the luxury of sleeping through most nights. Despite having the nursery right down the hall, and enough baby monitors to start a store of your own, you’d been able to get more sleep recently now that Natalya’s gotten older. 

So Bucky wasn’t sure what was going on with you. He hoped that you were just adjusting to everything still, or trying to figure out how to deal with the latest fire at work. 

For the past 10 years, you’d been the head of one of Chicago’s oldest mobs. Your rise to power had been a treacherous one that included 2 assassination attempts, and multiple trips to the hospital as you tried to establish a name for yourself among a sea of misogynistic criminals. After being thrown to the wolves and proving your worth, you’d continued to build your wealth and reputation as you expanded your reach throughout the city.  It had been the most difficult thing you’d ever done, and the stress alone had surely taken years off your life. 

However, when you started drinking barely a few months into your reign, things became ugly quickly. You’d already learned to overcompensate for the fact that you were a woman by being more ruthless than your male counterparts. You’d killed too many people to count by the time you turned 23, and you’d turned to drinking and briefly drugs to deal with the stress and guilt that you brought upon yourself by staying with the mob. 

You’d somehow made friends still, and they became loyal and eventually cared about you enough to try and help you beyond their loosely defined job requirements. You’d refused rehab and tried to handle things yourself, and that went about as poorly as it could have. You ended up in the hospital sick, and you’d eventually given up and started drinking again. 

A few months later Pietro came to you asking for a job, and since you had a need for more employees and he looked strong enough you’d given him one. It wasn’t until you met his sister months later that you regretted this. 

“Are you alright?” 

You turn to Bucky in surprise, not realizing that you haven’t left yet as you drifted off. You shake your head before realizing what his question was, and quickly nodding instead. 

“Yeah, I’m good. I’m just tired…and hungry.” 

Bucky smiles and accepts this answer for now as he starts the car up to get you home. You own a number of properties around the city that you’ve either been gifted or overtaken by force that you utilized on a daily basis. One of these included a modern high rise apartment building that you lived in with Wanda and your daughter. There were an obscene number of floors, 42 you think, and the very top is where your penthouse sits. You and Wanda moved there shortly after getting married, and it’s since been renovated and re-renovated before its final modification right before your baby arrived. 

You had way too many rooms for any three people to use, and honestly a good number of them were for your dogs. 

When you first met Wanda, you had two German Shepherds that had been given to you by a business partner. It was the first time someone had given you a living thing, well at least that you accepted, and you couldn’t help but be wary. They’d been puppies at the time and they were now both close to 10 and they spent most of their days lounging around the penthouse or very occasionally going to the exercise room you had built for them. Given the fact that you were so high up and dreaded the idea of taking your dogs out multiple times a day, you’d had the rooftop outfitted with an area where the dogs could do their business and have it cleaned regularly by someone else. 

Most of the rooftop you’d kept for yourself and Wanda to enjoy whenever the urge struck. However, given how busy you were and the fact that Wanda spent every waking minute with your daughter, trips to the roof were going to be far and in-between for a while. 

When Bucky leaves you to probably continue working for a bit, you step into the private elevator that will take you up to your home. You slouch against the wall as you watch yourself go up and up through the large window across from you. You’d flirted with the idea of making it completely glass, but you honestly weren’t a fan of heights. Usually you had someone to talk to and distract you from slight nausea or at least a phone in your hand so you could studiously ignore it. Today, you had neither because you couldn’t muster the energy to take out your phone, so you just stared blankly at the brief view of city lights and the darkening sky. 

When the elevator dings signaling that you’ve finished your journey, you stand up straight and put on a smile for your wife who hopefully won’t be too upset with you. 

“You’re late.” 

You walk into your 6-bedroom 9-bath penthouse and immediately sigh in relief. You’re such an introvert that the mere act of walking into your house recharges your social battery, at least a little bit. You walk down the short hallway that leads to the kitchen and living room, and you’re not surprised to see your wife cooking in the kitchen while your brother-in-law’s in the living room with your daughter. You smile at the sight of them before you go to greet your wife first. 

“I know, I’m sorry. I fell asleep.” 

You don’t give Wanda much time to respond before you pull her in for a hug as you kiss her. You hear and ignore Pietro’s disgusted noise as you take a moment to look at your wife closely. She’s wearing comfortable clothing and her hair is thrown up into a ponytail as she cooks. Her face is bare of makeup, but she’s still the most beautiful woman you’ve ever seen. You kiss her cheek again before giving her one last squeeze as you look to the dinner she’s made. 

“Thank you for making my favorite.” 

Wanda’s gaze darts to where her brother’s holding her daughter up in the air while making strange noises before she looks to you with a small smile. 

Wanda offers a slightly pained smile as you squeeze her tightly, but you’re quick to notice and can’t help but frown. You loosen your hold on her before looking for any obvious injury that you might have missed.

 “What is it? What’s wrong?” 

“It’s fine. I’m just a little sore.” 

You frown before humming in understanding. Wanda had just stopped breastfeeding a little while ago, and despite starting Natalya on formula and somewhat solid food at this point, she still hadn’t dried up. You’ve read a lot about it and Wanda’s spoken with her doctor, but it sounds like it could be a while before she stops producing and therefore stops being so sore. They were told that if it’s longer than a week, she could be started on some medication to stop it.

“I’m sorry, love. Is there anything I can do?” 

Wanda smiles at you but mutters a ‘later’ under her breath as she looks back to her brother. You nod with a smirk before you kiss her cheek once more as you head to the living room to greet the rest of your family. 

“Hi there, Little Nat. How was your day?” 

Despite not spewing more than a few short sounds that vaguely resemble words, you still talk to your daughter as if she understands you. It’s hard not to when you talk to your dogs the same way, but apparently it was encouraged. Pietro lowers your baby so you can take her into your arms and kiss her forehead. You smile wider when she laughs happily as you squish her belly and start to tickle her. You bounce her on your lap, content to just hold her as you turn to your brother-in-law.

“Pietro. I hope she was good for you today.” 

Pietro Maximoff, your wife’s twin, was the one you’d met first all those years ago. He’d been desperate for money, and a little reckless but you’d seen potential in him. You’d had him assigned as your security detail to see what he was capable of, but he never got beyond that. Despite liking him well enough and trusting him to be loyal, you’d quickly decided that he wasn’t going to be working for you once you met his sister.

You remember that night like it had happened just the other day. You’d been ridiculously stressed about a deal that was falling through, and you’d had plans to blow off some steam. You’d called on Pietro because he was going to escort you to the party, but once you realized that he’d been followed you had a change of heart. 

You still occasionally apologized to Wanda for trying to shoot her at your first meeting, but you both know that this night changed your lives for the better. You’d immediately been drawn to her and in a few short weeks you were dating, and Pietro was fired. 

He held it against you for a while, but at this point you were pretty sure he was glad to be out of the mob. He certainly saw the hours you worked and how it drained the life from you, but he was your brother-in-law, and he made it his job to give you a hard time every now and then. 

“She was an angel. Even as she threw her grapes around.”

You sigh at the thought of this and how Nat’s not been doing a great job during her transition to solid food. Well, she was doing fine you supposed since she was eating more than she was throwing, but it was more of a game right now to her and she mostly drank her formula and picked at the fruits and vegetables she liked. Apparently, grapes were not on that list. You nod before asking the follow up question that you are reminded of as you hear the sounds of dog collars clinking down the hall. 

“Did any of the fur creatures clean up after her?” 

Pietro just laughs before he shakes his head and looks to the new arrivals that finally realized you were home. You smile at the two in front, your jack Russell mixes who hurry over to you with little yips. You reach out to pet their scruffy coats before kissing their heads as they jump up on you. 

“Hello Rudy. Milo. How are you?” 

The duo just pants happily before sniffing Nat and walking away. They aren’t super interested in her which is good and bad, but you’ll just have to keep a close eye on them like the vet and pediatrician said. The next dogs that come up are your two old shepherds that you swear are walking slower every day. You smile lovingly at them before you silently ask Pietro to take your daughter so you can greet the larger dogs. 

Boone and Rogue were your 10-year-olds who you’d had since they were barely a pound. You loved them dearly and watching them grow older broke your heart. You remember the days where they’d follow you around as you worked, intimidating people and keeping you company. They’d saved your ass a few times when you were outnumbered and having to retire them a couple of years ago felt like the end of an era. You didn’t replace them because you didn’t need to at this point, but you made sure that they would be comfortable and happy staying in the penthouse for the rest of their days. 

They had access to almost all of the rooms and they could go out on the roof whenever they wanted to sun, but most of the time they just slept. You scratch the pair and kiss both of their heads with a sigh. You let them greet their human sibling with a sniff or two before you get to your feet with a groan. 

“Dinner time?” 

You meant for you, but you felt bad when the dogs perked up excitedly at the prospect of food. After confirming that Wanda had taken care of feeding them, you only give them a little extra before setting the table and helping Wanda finish up in the kitchen. You can tell that she’s tired which isn’t new, but she’s also being quieter than you’re used to. You worry that something’s on her mind, and she just doesn’t want to talk about it with her brother here. 

You of course insist he stays for dinner because he’s already here and he does so much for the two of you. Since Nat was born, he’d stopped working and was around for whatever was needed. He helped his sister take care of Little Nat while you were at work, and when your wife had run by the restaurant to check in, he’d stay to supervise. You wondered if he’d stay here full-time once Wanda went back to work, but that was something you could figure out later. 

“I went by the restaurant today.” 

You look up from your plate as Wanda says this and you smile when you see how happy she looks. She loved that place and you swore that as soon as she was old enough, Natalya was going to learn to cook there. It would become her new home away from home if Wanda had anything to say about it. As exciting as this sounds, for now, you focus on the present as Wanda tells you about how everyone is doing in her absence. 

“Stella says that the new kids are doing well, and there haven’t been any fires since that first time.” 

You smile at this for two reasons. One because when Wanda says ‘kids’, she really means anyone younger than her. The brunette isn’t anywhere close to old, but you swear that once she passed 30, she just started calling anyone younger than her ‘kids’. The two 21- and 24-year-olds that she’s talking about were hired just before she went on maternity leave. They were going to help in the kitchen and Wanda had taken a week to run them through all of the items on the menu until they knew how to make each one. They’d done a fantastic job and Wanda was going to keep them on even as she slowly started working again. 

You’re glad to hear that she’s happy with how things are going at the restaurant and you’re about to say this when Pietro speaks up. You look to where he’s trying to feed Nat with a spoon, but she’s more interested in looking at what’s on the floor around her high chair. 

“And how’s Bridget doing?”

Both you and your wife roll your eyes in unison at the predictable question. Pietro, despite being freer than either of them, hasn’t made an appearance at the restaurant for a while. He’d had a slightly awkward breakup with one of the hostesses that worked there and he’d been avoiding it like the plague. Wanda was annoyed because she’d warned him not to get involved with someone she worked with, but he hadn’t listened. He’d found it difficult to say no to this redhead’s…charms. 

“I was very nice to her sestra. Just ask.” 

“She wasn’t there today, and even if she was, I wouldn’t tell you. You weren’t very nice to her.”

 You just watch in amusement as you wife chastises her brother about his failed relationship. It had honestly ended amicably, but it hadn’t lasted long because Pietro hadn’t been looking for something serious, and Bridget had wanted to settle down. Luckily, work wasn’t awkward for anyone and it only got a little dicey if Pietro showed up and tried to show off in one way or another. 

The two start to argue in their native language and you just smiled as you picked up bits and pieces of it. Wanda wasn’t being very complimentary of her brother, and if you weren’t mistaken Pietro was being lewd. As usual. You sigh as you abandon your mostly finished dinner and get up so you can try and feed your daughter. Pietro’s mostly given up at this point, but you sit down beside her with a smile before picking up a clean spoon. 

“Hi little one. This food tastes better than what’s on the ground. I promise.” 

You scoop a little spoonful of it out of the bowl and hold it up to Natalya. She looks at you with a smile, but makes no move to try to eat, so you move to another tactic. You start to move the spoon around in an aimless pattern, pretending like you’re flying a plane and although it gets your daughter’s attention she’s still not interested in eating. You eventually give up and boop her on the nose before reaching out to try and clean her shirt. You’ll never admit this out loud, but she reminds you of yourself when she eats. She’s so enthusiastic that she sometimes gets more of it on her than in her mouth. At least she has the excuse of being a baby. You’re just guilty of being overzealous. 

You don’t realize that the twins are done arguing and have switched to watching you try to tempt Nat into eating. After cleaning up the mess Nat made, you move her food aside before handing her one of her toys that was out of reach. You let her chew on it because it was sanitized right before dinner and you smile as she laughs happily between gumming the rubber ring. 

“You’re such a cutie.” 

You’re back in your seat and intent on finishing dinner when you realize that Wanda and Pietro are just watching you. You shoot them curious looks but Wanda just smiles before she takes a sip of her water with a shake of her head. 

“Nothing, detka. You two are just cute.” 

You sigh inaudibly at this but don’t argue even when Pietro looks at you with a smug smile. You focus on finishing your dinner as conversation about the restaurant continues. Pietro is the one who asks if Wanda will be returning soon, and she says that over the next two weeks she plans to go in a couple more times. You two had briefly talked about this but you hadn’t realized she’d made a decision until now. You’re glad that she’s not trying to rush things because although you know that she loves her work, you selfishly want her hidden away in the safety of your home. 

While Wanda’s been with you, both before and after getting married, there are only been a few instances when someone has tried to come after her. It was on days where you were out late working, or you had a sudden change of plans. They hadn’t gotten too close either time, but even someone stalking Wanda was too close for you. These incidents are partially why you’d moved here and tried to make it as secure as possible. You knew short of building yourself and fortress that you demanded she stay in 24/7, there was no way to guarantee her safety. You just did your best by putting your best people by her side and making sure that you had multiple ways of tracking and communicating with her if necessary. 

Your wife was very tolerant of all of this because she’d seen first-hand what happens to people who try to hurt someone you love. Although she knows it’s necessary to keep her safe, she wants to do everything she can to spare you from having to kill someone. It’s one of the many downsides of your job, and probably her least favorite, but asserting your authority by eliminating threats is something that you have to do often. She never wants to know how much time you spend a day torturing or killing people, but she can always tell when you come home at night how difficult your day was. 

Whether you don’t bother to take off your jacket and shoes, or you look like you’d seen a ghost, she can tell that your work had been particularly rough on you. 

She wonders how long you’ll want to do this, and if you have a backup plan for your next chapter. She knows that 10 years is a long time to be in something, and you can’t just leave it. Even if it was something else, like a desk job, she’s sure you’d have to plan your next step and take some time before making any changes. She’s not naïve enough to think that even if you wanted to leave, if you decided to, it would be easy. She’d seen you as you tried to take a step back from it all while she was trying to get pregnant. It had taken a toll on you and she still sometimes sees that you’re facing the backlash of your difficult decisions.

As much as she wanted to have this baby with you, she didn’t want the decision to make things more difficult for you. 

Her desire to make your life as easy as possible is why she’s only going to go to the restaurant occasionally for the next month before steadily increasing her shifts until she’s working full time again. She knows that Pietro would be willing to watch Natalya until she was old enough for school, but she wanted him to go back to work too if he wanted it. 

He’d started working with your friend Tony a few years ago, and despite not understanding the ins and outs of the technology he worked with, he enjoyed learning and getting to spend time with someone who was more similar to him than a 6-month-old was. This was a conversation for later though because as dinner finished up, Wanda realizes that you’re fading fast. You’d had a long day and you could probably sleep right now, despite your nap earlier. After exchanging a look with her brother, Wanda gets up and starts to clear the table. 

“Oh no, wait. I’ll do it.” 

The rule is that whoever cooks doesn’t clean, and this is something that you’ve stuck to even on your worst days. You actually didn’t mind cleaning because it was a very mindless, almost cathartic activity. Wanda smiles at you before she takes the stack of plates she has toward the kitchen. 

“I know, I’m just bringing them to the kitchen for you while you get Natalya’s dishes.” 

You obediently stand up and stack the tiny bowls and spoons before grabbing your daughter with your free hand. You hold her on your hip as you lead her to the kitchen to see the mess that you get to clean. 

“Look Nat! Look at all the food, Mommy made. She’s going to teach you how to cook this as soon as you can hold your own spoon.” 

Wanda rolls her eyes as she sets the dishes down by the sink, but she doesn’t deny it as she swoops in and steals her daughter. You smile and watch as she takes the baby into the living room. She leaves you to your dishes and Pietro returns from letting the dogs back in now that dinner’s over before settling on the couch. 

“Come here, milaya. Let’s go play.” 

You’re putting the last few dishes in the dishwasher when your phone rings from where you left it on the counter. You jump slightly at the jarring sound and you sigh as you dry your hands off before reaching for it. You don’t notice Wanda’s frown or Pietro’s look as you answer Bucky’s call with a sigh.

“Hey, Bucky. What’s up?” 

You close the dishwasher and set the two pots that Wanda used aside to dry as you hold your phone to your ear. You listen to your friend tell you about what you’re hoping doesn’t ruin the rest of your night. Right before leaving ‘the office’ you’d made sure that everything was set for the hit that you had planned tonight against yet another politician that was trying to interfere with your business. He was trying to get legislation passed that would crack down on drugs in the city, and not only could that potentially ruin you but it would drive the prices of everything through the roof. You didn’t want to deal with that and you honestly didn’t mind taking this route to get ahead of the problem. When reading about the target you’d found that he wasn’t the most upstanding guy, and very few people except maybe his mistress and their kid would miss him. 

“What do you mean he can’t make it? Did he double book himself?” 

You try to keep your voice down and your anger under wraps as Bucky tells you about the flaky hitman you’d talked to about an hour ago. Apparently, he wasn’t available anymore and not only did that make him the newest addition to your list, but it left you in an awkward position. You weren’t sure who you could find to take his place so last minute. Glancing at the clock on the oven you realize that it was less than an hour before the hit was supposed to take place. You groan under your breath as you consider your options before you ask Bucky what he’d do. 

Bucky has been your friend for a long time and you’d worked together for almost the entire time.  You know that he always has a plan D while you occasionally get stuck on plan C. In this case, you want to hear what he thinks the best course of action is for this. You’d already had everything in place. His $300k, his spot on the guest list, and a getaway car were all waiting for him. Now, he’d be lucky if he sees tomorrow. 

“What do you think, Bucky?” 

You wait as your friend tells you exactly what you’d been thinking, but been reluctant to agree to. Not only was it risky, but it was going to cost you a lot more money that you didn’t currently have to throw around. You’d have to talk to Yelena to see if she could move her collection day up to tomorrow instead of later this week. That said, you didn’t expect to be able to cover this bill with that alone. You resist the urge to knock something off the counter top as Bucky gives you the bad news. 

“Nat could do it, but you know her fee and I think she’s busy with a deal of her own at the moment.” 

You head over to the fridge to look for something you know you won’t find before you take a deep breath. You know Nat is busy, she’s working on getting you drugs that you’d been promised last week. You couldn’t take her from that right now, not if you wanted to pay your employees on time. You reach for the leftover cake from Natalya’s half-year birthday and set it on the counter. You make the mistake of glancing up to see if your wife and Pietro were paying attention to you. 

They’re watching you with very different expressions that make you feel equally ashamed and frustrated. Pietro’s eyeing you suspiciously because even after everything you’d done to get better, to prove to him and yourself that you’re doing better, he can’t completely trust you. You suppose you can’t blame him. You want to credit his reluctance to his brotherly duty to keep Wanda’s best interests in mind. He doesn’t want her hurt again, especially now that you have Natalya to take care of, and you don’t think he’ll ever forget how much you hurt her. 

Whether intentional or not, a lot of the first year of your relationship had been hell for Wanda. You’d still been drinking and you had no control over your temper. You’d been acting so impulsively and recklessly for years that it had been difficult to just shut it off because of Wanda’s presence in your life. She’d suffered the consequences of your late nights, your random disappearances and your benders, but she’d still stayed. A lot had to happen for her to stick with you, but she did it and the idea of putting her through anything like that again wasn’t acceptable to Pietro in the least. 

Wanda watches you with a worried frown as she tries to keep her baby from squirming in her arms. She knows it’s a work call because no one else would reach out at this time, and seeing how you tense and sound angry almost immediately, she realizes this isn’t good news. She waits to see what you decide and she would be lying if she said she’s not saying a little prayer that you don’t leave her tonight to do who knows what. 

“She can’t miss that; we need the money.” 

You bite your lip as you consider plan C. It’s not great, and you hate that you’re even considering it, but you’re running low on time. You grab a fork and start to eat the cake in front of you mindlessly. You’re not even hungry, but you need to do something with your hands that isn’t punching a hole in the wall. 

“What about Steve?” 

Steve had been part of your security detail early on because of a few reasons. The first was his experience. He’d been in the military before coming to Chicago, and he was a real asset that you’d been grateful to have. You’d met him and Bucky at the same time, and despite his intimidating stature, he was a kind and dependable friend that you trusted with your life. The other reason he was with you was because he was a crack shot. On the rare occasion that he wasn’t busy or watching over your wife which was the primary task you’d given him, he would help you with loose ends. If the situation called for it, much like tonight’s did, he’d off someone for you. He did it for free even if you ended up paying him anyway for his trouble, but he was one of the most efficient people in your employ. 

The only issue with having him do something like this for you was that he was easily recognized at this point. Despite his best efforts and yours to keep him incognito, it was impossible for him to go completely undetected, and people knew what he looked like now. He was recognized by many, and only kept out of jail because of a deal you had with a corrupt judge. You’d negotiated his freedom upon certain terms, and these included not letting him commit crimes, especially murder. 

You don’t know what to do. Short of going after Jacobs yourself, you aren’t sure who you can ask to infiltrate the party that starts in 20 minutes and get in and out without being caught. 

Bucky is on the same page as you and he sighs deeply as he decides on what to do. He had a couple of things he needed to finish up tonight, but those could wait for a bit. He was privy to the original plan and he was less recognizable than Steve, so he could give it a shot. 

“I’ll do it.”

You’re shaking your head as you drop your fork and give up trying to distract yourself. You walk out of the kitchen without a word and step into the closest room with a door. You take a deep breath as you look into the mirror in front of you and cringe at your appearance. You look like shit which is honestly not a surprise considering how shitty you feel. You’re tired, anxious, and now sick to your stomach as you realize what you have to do. You’re not going to let Bucky off the hook completely, but you don’t want him going after Jacobs tonight. It’s not worth the risk, and you’d like to know more about why this happened in the first place. It couldn’t be because someone was so bold that they thought they could change their minds and refuse you. The mere thought makes you want to scream, but you just take another deep breath before finally responding. 

“No, Buck. We’ll just wait on it. For now, I’d like you to find Logan for me and keep him somewhere safe until I can see him. I have a few questions.” 

Bucky agrees to have this done by morning and you hang up with a disappointed sigh. This is just not your day. 

“Y/n, are you okay in there?” 

You turn at the sound of your wife’s voice and you nearly curse yourself again for being so broody. You are certain she’s a little on edge because she always is when it comes to your business. She hated when you brought work home, honestly you both did, but sometimes you couldn’t help it. The last time it happened you’d had to leave in the wee hours and not only did Wanda hate having you leave her, but she knew that whatever got you out of bed at this time wasn’t anything good. She’d learned during your time together that delegation was a double-edged sword. It freed you up to do other more important things, like be home with her while staying out of danger, but it also made your anxiety near unbearable depending on what the problem was. 

Wanda had learned how to help you manage this through the years of therapy you’d had. She’d helped you avoid replacing one bad habit with another, and encouraging you to focus on something positive is what she was attempting to do now. 

You open the door to the bathroom to see Wanda standing there with Nat in her arms. Your daughter was smiling widely as she swatted Wanda’s hair with her grabby hands. You couldn’t help but smile and you reached out for her with a sigh. You kissed her face a few times until she giggled before turning your attention to your wife with a shake of your head.

“No everything’s going to hell, but it will work itself out.” 

Wanda is surprised by how relaxed you sound, or rather resigned. She would have thought you’d start cursing and threaten to murder someone, but instead the majority of your focus is on your daughter who despite enjoying herself is starting to get sleepy. You kiss her forehead one more time before you start heading for her bedroom. 

“Is it bedtime little one?” 

Wanda follows behind you as you head back through the living room to get to Natalya’s nursery. Pietro’s still sitting in the living room but when he sees you, he stands up before looking to his sister. You don’t bother worrying about what they’re deciding as you stop just long enough to see what your brother-in-law’s plans are. 

“Thank you again for today. I’m going to put this one to bed.” 

Pietro only hesitates for a second before Wanda nods and he decides that he can leave. He, just like Bucky and Steve, lives on the floor just beneath them so they’re nearby if needed. Not to mention they live rent free. Pietro hugs his sister before telling her to call her if she needs anything before he leaves for his own apartment. He’ll be back tomorrow depending on if his sister goes to work, but for now he can tell she’s only worried about her wife. 

“What story do you want to read tonight, Little Nat?”

Although she’s too young to understand what you’ll read, just the act of talking to her is good practice for her later months. You also like to tell yourself that hearing your voice will help her recognize you even if you’re gone often. You feel bad that you’re not very present, but you’re trying to do better, and you’ll be damned if you’re here for a bedtime and you don’t tell Nat a story. 

You set her down and give her a moment to settle in her crib before you start to look through her books. They’re mostly picked out for when she’s older, closer to 1.5 or 2 years old, but you love these stories and want your daughter to know them. You start to grab the Yertle the Turtle book when Wanda steps in and sits beside you with a smile. 

“You read that one two nights ago, detka. I think she’ll have it memorized soon.”

You smile widely at the thought and you go to open the book anyway before you look to your wife with a thoughtful hum. 

“What would you have me read instead, Wands? Maybe the scary wolf book, or the sad fish who lost his scales?”

Wanda knows you like those books, but she forgoes the ‘traumatic’ books for one that might be your all-time favorite. She skims the bookshelf before finding it in the exact same place as last time. She pulls it out and hands it to you with a shrug. 

“What about the one with all of the colorful animals.” 

You can’t help but look interested in this one and you only hesitate for a second before exchanging your book for Wanda’s. You kiss her briefly in thanks before clearing your throat and opening the book. It isn’t until you check to see if your daughter is paying attention, that you realize that she’s already asleep. You chuckle under your breath before you close the book and set it aside with a sigh. 

“Maybe tomorrow then.” 

Wanda follows you to your bedroom once you make sure that Nat is truly asleep and good for you to leave alone. You make sure that your dogs are in their section of the penthouse before leading your tired wife to the bedroom. You know you’re going to have to talk about Bucky’s phone call, but for now you’d like to jump in the shower and rid yourself of today. When Wanda realizes what your intentions are she takes the baby monitor on the bedside table and holds it as you get changed. 

“Would you like some company?” 

Wanda rarely needs to ask, but you nod regardless as you shed your clothes and head into the bathroom with your wife on your heels. You let her get the monitor situated while you start the shower and get the hot water running. You sigh before you make sure that your wife is all set before reaching out for her. She shoots you a confused look, but you just bend slightly at the waist before asking dramatically. 

“All ready, milady?” 

Wanda rolls her eyes, but she takes your offered hand and lets you lead her into the shower. You adjust the water when you realize it’s too hot before letting Wanda lead the way and shutting the door behind her. You sigh in relief as the hot water sprays your sore muscles, and you shift slightly so you’re completely under the shower head. You open your eyes to see Wanda’s watching you as she reaches for the body wash, and you smile in anticipation as you hold out your hands. 

“How are you feeling, my love?” 

The brunette smiles as you start to lather her arms before carefully moving to her sore breasts. She groans before nodding slightly as she runs a hand through her wet hair with a smile. She hinted earlier that a massage might help, but she’d actually started earlier when you were on the phone and you can’t help but laugh at the image. 

“I’m sure Pietro loved that.” 

She slaps you playfully before emptying more of the sweet-smelling wash into her own hands so she can start to clean you up. She can tell you’re incredibly tense, and she wants to try and remedy this now if you’ll let her. 

“He studiously ignored me and focused on Natalya.” 

You smile widely at the thought of Pietro being such a good brother. You sigh once again as Wanda starts to squeeze your biceps as she runs her hands down your arms. You let your eyes fall closed as you let Wanda work her magic. You relax quickly and you have to remember to keep yourself standing upright as you feel the urge to lie down overtake you. Wanda has given you dozens of massages over the years, and it really was the only thing that could calm you down when you were stressed. Well, the only thing you were allowed to have. However, you realize that unfortunately as you get clean and calmer by the minute, this leaves you unprepared for what your wife asks you next. 

“What did Bucky tell you earlier?” 

You hesitate to answer and you contemplate pretending like you didn’t hear her, but the gentle squeeze she gives your side when a few seconds have passed in silence make this option less appealing. You sigh heavily as you think about your call with Bucky and how this was going to be a pain in the ass to replan. You don’t want to worry about this now. You just want to enjoy your time with your wife, but Wanda is asking you for something. You open your eyes and look down slightly at your wife who’s shooting you a curious look. You can tell that she’s worried and you feel badly about this, but there’s not much you can do about that other than reassure her that everything is fine. At least it’s not worse than it usual is. 

“Something I had planned fell through and it’s going to be a bitch to reschedule.” 

This was the most detail you would give Wanda, and you knew that she preferred it that way. She’d learned the extent of what you did only hours after meeting you. She remembers Google searching you and learning about all of the atrocities you’d committed and being afraid for her brother. He’d been working with you at the time, and she had correctly concluded that being anywhere near you put a target on him that Wanda was not happy about. 

Once you started to care about what Wanda wanted, you made sure to fix this by firing him. He’d been mad at you, but making Wanda happy had overshadowed this and paved the way for you two to start dating. 

Now not much has changed since Wanda first learned about what you did. The basics were the same. It was illegal and dangerous both physically and financially. You gambled a lot given how you trusted numerous people to do jobs for you, and sometimes they disappointed and you lost out. When things like that happened it was usually money you lost, but tonight you’d probably lost more than that depending on how successful Bucky ends up being. 

“I’m sorry.”

It’s the only thing that Wanda can really say in response. She doesn’t ask for details. She certainly doesn’t want to know who you’d planned on killing tonight, so she offers you the only consolation she can. Once you’re both clean, you head back into the bedroom wrapped in towels as you look for your change of clothes. Wanda throws on a long t-shirt and you find a pair of shorts and a t-shirt before you slide under the covers. 

“I’m so ready to sleep.” 

You practically moan as you lie down on your very comfortable mattress and wait patiently for your wife to join you. As you look up at her, your gaze travels down to where her shirt stops mid-thigh and you can’t help but smile as you reach out to touch. Wanda settles on the bed before grabbing your hands to kiss them with a sigh. She lies down facing you and she looks you over carefully. The circles under your eyes are darker than usual and she can see your stress lines are more prominent as well. She can’t help herself and she squeezes your hands where she holds them to her chest with a sigh. 

“How are you really feeling, detka?” 

You expected this question much earlier, so you’re ready for it now even though you’re seconds away from sleep. You aren’t; however, prepared to see how softly Wanda’s looking at you. She’s only inches away from you and despite considering that she might think you’re buying your time, you lean forward and meet her lips for a kiss. She doesn’t respond immediately, but she doesn’t pull away so you take that as a win. You continue to kiss your wife, and your hands roam her body as you think about how to answer her. 

You’re feeling as stressed as usual, but despite tonight’s hiccup you don’t think your mood is anything to worry about. You take your antidepressants and you do your best to focus on the good things in your life, like your family and friends, when you feel like lashing out at someone. You only crave a drink a couple times a week, but it’s manageable and you are still avoiding bars as much as possible. 

You realize that this sounds way too rehearsed, but it honestly is just how you feel. You’re not sure if you’ll ever be able to relax with the job you have, and surely that’s a reason to rethink your occupation. You have a wife, and a child, you should be able to enjoy your time with them without having your mob responsibilities looming overhead. 

You had to go to one last week to meet a client, and despite the fact that you just got water your nerves about this particular deal made watching him drink his Manhattan near unbearable. You’d gone home and immediately cuddled with your daughter, and if Wanda picked up on your weird behavior, she didn’t comment on it. She also didn’t comment on how you practically dragged her into bed later. 

“Stress is a constant, but it’s not overwhelming.” 

Wanda eventually just nods before she leans in to kiss you this time. You smile against her lips before you run your hands up under her shirt to graze her ribs. The resulting gasp makes you scoot even closer to your wife so you can tangle your legs with hers. 

“I’m glad it’s not overwhelming you.”

You nod when Wanda says this and you mutter something in agreement, but your main focus is on your wife’s breasts. You are careful because she told you earlier that they were sore, but you can’t help but want to get your hands on them. Seeing how Wanda’s body changed was one of your favorite parts of her pregnancy. You’d been called a teenage boy for admitting it, but watching Wanda swell as your child grew in her made you insatiable. When the first trimester filled with sickness, cravings and poor sleep ended, you’d spent all your free time with your wife and a lot of it had been in bed. You think back on these times fondly, but you quickly return your focus to the present when your wife’s voice registers.

“Mhmm, it is.”

Wanda hisses and arches toward you slightly as you squeeze her breasts before slotting your leg between her thighs. You peek under the covers as you continue to push up your wife’s shirt and you can’t help but smile at what you see. You don’t think you’ll ever stop believing that your wife is the most beautiful woman in the world. As she lays beside you flushed and needy, you can’t help but want to spend hours appreciating the wonderful woman who gave you a beautiful, albeit sometimes exhausting daughter. 

“You’re beautiful, Wands.” 

You can’t help but smile as you break away from Wanda’s lips to kiss her neck. You feel her pulse quicken as you tease her heated skin with your teeth, and her grip on your arm tightens as she releases a breathy curse. 

“Fuck, Y/n. You should really sleep.” 

It came out as a question rather than a suggestion, but you still shake your head as you roll over so you’re hovering over your wife. She gasps again and you smile down at her as you carefully position yourself on top of her without moving your hands from her heaving chest. 

“I feel great, Wands. Will you let me help you feel good?”

While that does sound appealing and the feeling of your hands on her sore breasts make her want to buck her hips, she’s hyperaware of your attention and it’s making her self-conscious. She knows that she’ll never have her pre-pregnancy body again. She’ll never be slim with a body free of stretch marks, and despite your insistence that she’s still perfect; that you don’t care about that, sometimes the voice in her head is louder than yours. 

You know her well, and you can sense that her hesitation is due to her insecurity. It also helps that Wanda’s becomes tense beneath you as she squirms uncomfortably and you have to keep yourself from sighing in disappointment. Instead, you lean over to kiss your wife gently before your hands start to drift down her sides. She jumps slightly as you expected, but they keep wandering until they fall to her hips. 

“I know I can say it until you’re sick of hearing me talk, but I love you so much. Do you know that?” 

Wanda shifts to help you push her shirt up and off despite wanting to stay hidden. She curses when she feels lips against her breasts, and you wait until you feel her relax a little before moving down to her stomach. 

“Well, I do, Wands. I love everything about you.”

Your hands squeeze her hips before you press a kiss against your wife’s tummy rolls. She’d lost most of the weight she’d been carrying with Natalya already, but she still had a little left that she’s not sure she’ll ever shed. Given how busy she is with Natalya and how exhausted she feels by the end of the day, there’s not time for any exercise. She doesn’t count running around while she takes care of her daughter, or the work out you occasionally give her in the bedroom. 

Tonight’s not going to be one of those nights though because she can already tell by how tenderly you’re kissing her stretch marks, that you’re just trying to make her feel better. She feels herself relax under your touch, and after a few minutes she releases a tired sigh, and with it some of her anxieties. She reaches down to bury her hands in your hair with a smile. You look up at her from where you’ve rested your head with a smile. 

“Thank you, detka. I feel better already.” 

You smile wider before reaching for one of Wanda’s hands and kissing it with a questioning look. You’re nearly falling asleep as your muscles continue to ache in protest of your continued consciousness. You need to go to bed soon since you have an early morning, but you need to make sure your wife’s feeling better first. You hate that you may have stressed her out, and you want to fix it if at all possible. 

“I’m glad to hear it, but is there anything else I can do to help you relax?” 

Wanda smirks at you as she runs her hands through your hair carefully. You haven’t put it up yet, and she loves seeing it unkempt and wild like you are. She can see you’re fading but you’re watching her carefully and she knows that doing anything but telling you the truth will get her in trouble. She sighs as she shifts so she’s more comfortable against her pillow. Wanda meets your gaze with a teasing look that immediately makes you perk up. You’re never one to back down from a challenge. 

“You can either hurry up and finish what you started, or you can come up here so we can sleep.” 

You smile widely as you move up your wife’s body to kiss her deeply. She moans against your lips and is just short of pushing you away from her when you break the kiss with a sigh. You slide back down the bed before moving to sit between Wanda’s legs. You move so you’re where you need to be before teasing her with your fingers along her inner thighs. 

“I’ll make it quick, baby.” 

Masterlist

#wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximoff #wanda maximoff x female reader #wanda maximoff fanfiction #wanda x reader #wanda x you #yelena belova #natasha romanoff #pietro maximoff #the flip side #mob au

[abbatoirablaze]

Deal With The Devil Master List

The five boroughs in New York City are run by the five families.

Tony Stark, Peter Parker, Thor Odinson, Clint Barton, and the most dangerous of all, Steve Rogers.

But that's just where the story begins.

With Steve Rogers. The loud-mouthed kid who's charming, witty, and beyond manipulative.

He knows just how to get what he wants. And after hearing about the newest reason that the boroughs are up in arms, he wants his cut.

Inez Stark.

No one knew that Tony had a younger sister, That is, not until someone from his inner circle let it slip.

Peter's out, because he's Pepper's cousin.

And with Steve, Thor, and Clint all vying for the chance to get into the alliance between Peter and Tony, they all want her hand in marriage.

Only, Tony knows that.

He also knows that he can't protect his baby sister anymore. He has to make a deal with the devil.

Too bad Steve's number 2, Bucky Barnes fell in love with her first.

Chapters

The Hobbit

Negotiations

Expectations

Fiances

The Bachelor Party

Like A Dog

What Family Is For

Know Your Place

Blindfolded

Cuck

The Meaning Behind 'I Do'

Sex On The Beach, And Blitzed On A Binge

Stay

#marvel au #marvel #the avengers #steve rogers #captain america #bucky barnes #tony stark #deal with the devil #steve rogers smut #james bucky barnes #james bucky buchanan barnes #james barnes #james buchanan barnes #the winter soldier #ironman #thor odinson #thor #clint barton #natasha romanov #natasha romanoff #yelena belova #peter parker #pepper potts #mob au #mafia au

[darkwaveho]

Also with the ask I just sent in about mob natasha if you are willing to do anything with it of course could I beg for a small bit of angst like I want yelena and natasha to suffer but not to bad you know unlike others who were happy with you killing off the reader and then wanted the aftermath of that😂. Not sure if it was on anon when I sent it but I don't think so. Also it was the one with a reader that hates (but might only hate them a little but is mostly hurt underneath) natasha and yelena because they took things to far.

Cue begging

🥺🥺🥺

Damage Control

Acknowledgement

Mob!Natasha Romanoff x reader, Yelena Belova x reader (Platonic)

Warnings: Angst, hurt comfort? mentions of abuse, betrayal.

*Based on alternative events of this Drabble*

Side note: you really must know my weakness lol got me with the puss gif and the begging emojis 😭 I tried to stay away from making it too angsty but hopefully this is what you were asking for. Its barely any hint for moving forward but at least no one died in this one. 😊

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In Yelena and Natasha's eyes you were back to normal. you on the other hand put up a great front. flaunting fake smiles, When Nora removes the silver tray and the all too familiar aroma fills the dining room it takes you back. It takes you there. One moment you were sitting in the dining room and now you're back in the basement confined to that room, shackled like stray off of the streets.

The scent of your favorite dish was now and forever filled with horrible memories; memories about what Natasha did. Poisoning your food and keeping you caged up for months. Memories of your best friend, Yelena taking away your will to walk. You were still dealing with the repercussions of that day being in physical therapy. It isn't until Natasha calls your name for the third time that you snap out of your wandering mind.

"Are you alright, buttercup?" She asks you with a look of genuine concern on her face. You want to yell at her scream in her face about how you could truly be alright after everything that happened to you, but you remain silent only turning to face Nora as you slide the dish far away from your Presence as possible. "Nora, take this back to kitchen, and get me something else for lunch." Your demand comes as a shock to everyone at the table both Yelena and Natasha watch you in confusion.

"What? You love pasta, what's wrong?" Natasha intrudes the conversation you only ignore her, and she tries to indulge the sting in her heart from your constant lack of acknowledgement. Since that day you were a shell still in isolation but free to roam these halls now instead of a small, squared box.

"Y/n?" Yelena tries this time to finally gain your attention, every day she comes to this house hoping that you would say one word to her, just one. but to no avail she was always met with silence and a cold shoulder, you couldn't even look at her.

"Are you sure you don't want to try-" Nora softly tries to sway you into eating the meal she prepared for you. knowing it was your favorite she hoped this would get you back to at least a speaking term with everyone. you bang you fist onto the table cutting Nora's wors short and causing a slight jump between Natasha and Yelena. "No! I don't want to try the goddamn pasta." you scoff as you turn away from Nora as you eye the rest of the figures sitting at the table on edge for you next move. "On second thought never mind, I'm not very hungry anymore." You stand up on shaky legs downing the last bit of your wine and grabbing the whole bottle before exiting the dining room all together with your cane. Natasha stayed true to her word in getting you help for your abused knee. You went through a rough surgery and your current sessions of Physical therapy were still putting you through hell but you’ve slowly made more progress.

Not only were they confused on you turning away your favorite dish but the bite you had aimed toward Nora of all people truly had them worried. They've only ever seen you react that way one time in your life. The day all of their hearts broke, Natasha from you getting revenge, Yelena from having to actually hurt you and bring you pain as well as you not confiding in her to help you, and Nora for making her see you like that and for putting her in a compromising position.

Natasha and Yelena follow after you in a quick and panicked motion and rightfully so when you stumbled into the coffee table almost spilling the entire bottle of wine and causing more damage to your knee. They both stopped your downfall with quick and firm hands. Both of them holding on to you until it was clear you gathered your balance all on your own. “Get the hell off me, don’t touch me!” You free your arms from them as you flop onto the cushion of the couch. You needed to catch your breath just moving from the dining room to the living room was a lot. The level of animosity was beginning to be too much for Natasha, no doubt it was a lot for Yelena as well, but she truly would’ve rather you punched her as a get back instead of keeping her in the dark, in the silence. On the days you didn’t feel up to leaving the house your physical therapist made house calls working with you in the gym room and sometimes outside. Natasha of course kept close eyes and ears on her but the one time she eased dropped on a conversation you had it didn’t sit well with her. It didn’t sit well with her that you could talk to a stranger rather than talk to her and Yelena. "I can't even get you to say a few words to me, but you talk that physical therapist's ears off”

"What do you want from me?" initially shocked by your response. and by your voice she's been yearning to hear she shakes off the look of shock off of her face.

"We want you to acknowledge us!" Yelena interrupts this time.

"You'll get acknowledge when you acknowledge what you did to me and not keep it swept under the fucking rug!"

"We understand that-"

"I'm not finished! you hurt me, both of you hurt me.” You point an angry finger at the both of them as tears pool in your eyes you take a deep swig from the wine bottle and grimace afterwards. “This isn't easy, the reminder it isn’t easy." The reminder of that day, the basement, the confined box, just looking at everyone that was involved on a day to day basis and the remainder of the scars left on your knee. It was too much.

"I didn't want to hurt you, I-I told you." she mutters the words barely above a whisper, tears clouding her vison of you as she's painfully remembering the sound of your cries and pleas.

"It doesn't matter that you didn't want to do it, you did it anyway." Yelena turns her head away in shame and guilt. “How do we move forward from here?”

“I can’t stay here; I can’t stay in this house. I can’t eat the food that I’m being served without feeling some kind of panic or feeling like I’m going to die or be dragged back down into that basement.” This time it was Natasha that felt the twinge of guilt and shame, she overreacted letting her anger, bitterness and jealousy get the most of her. After you turned her in to the police that should’ve been the end of the feud but finding out that you were shaking up with that detective that’s been waiting to put her away, sent her off the deep end that not even you could be saved from.

"I'll have Nora set up everything you need in the guest house." She’d never be able to stomach the thought of you being somewhere away from arms reach, at least with this you’ll truly have your own space to yourself. You won’t be obligated to see your abusers every day or eating food from the woman who abandoned you and left you to feign for yourself. When no challenging remark comes from her proposal, she motions for Yelena to follow her out of the room leaving you to do whatever you set out to do before they followed you.

From that day forward you felt a weight lifted off your shoulders. Months later and you were no longer in constant edge. Everyday since you moved into the guest house you find two bouquets of flowers on the front steps with cards attached to them, each time you opened your door the encounter with them was always the same. Throwing them in the garbage bin outside so Natasha and Yelena would know it wasn’t going to be easy.

One day coming from your physical therapy appointment something about the day brought you to a lighter place. It could’ve been the progress you’ve been making during your appointments, you didn’t need a cane anymore, you walked fine on your own but you were still dealing with pain sometimes and still had a slight limp. This time when you saw the same bouquet’s sitting on the steps you actually decided to put them inside. Natasha watched the scene in front of her from afar with a smile on her face not only from you finally accepting the flowers but she’s noticed the progress, the confidence in you coming back.

This small state of separation was helping you. Despite the fact that you embraced the flowers this time, It still wouldn’t get you to forgive them for what they did. Truth be told you would never forgive them but there still remained a small part of you that wanted to move forward and go back to how things were before. Little did you know Natasha would be watching you everyday from her office window hoping the same thing.

#damage control au #mob!nat #mob!natasha x reader #yelena belova x platonic!reader #natasha romanoff x reader

[loving-barnes]

Vendetta 2 - Bitter-sweet afterparty (1)

Pairing: Mob Boss! Bucky Barnes x Mob ! Boss Y/N Fox (Bucky Barnes x female reader)

Warning: Smut, angst (minors dni, only 18+)

Author’s note: Welcome to season two. I hope you will like it. Please, leave a comment. I want to know what you think.

Viewer discretion is advised.

Word count: 3100+

Vendetta 2 Masterlist | Main Masterlist 

Bitter-sweet afterparty (1)

Let’s make some noise for the birthday girl!

The crowd started to scream and whistle as they waved at Y/N from the dance floor. The DJ was playing all of her favourite songs, as requested. There was champagne and confetti as well as all the people she loved and cared about. All she wanted was for them to have a good time.

She was sitting in a sparkling slutty silver dress in the VIP section with the perfect view of the entire club. Yelena was smoking a second joint of the night with Sam. Y/N noticed the two of them got closer over time, but she didn’t question that or teased her about it. Maybe they were just fucking and that was it.

Warm lips pressed against her neck and she purred like a cat. “I love that sound,” Bucky said to her ear as he pressed another kiss right under her earlobe. “I want you to purr for me, pretty girl.”

She giggled and turned her head to him, smiling. “Only you can make me purr like this,” she winked at him and pressed her crimson-red lips onto his in a deep kiss.

“Let’s dance,” Yelena shouted suddenly and jumped on her feet. “I love this song, come on, Y/N,” she reached for her hand and pulled her up, making Bucky growl. “Oh, hush, she’ll be yours in a few minutes. Relax, Wolfie.”

Y/N laughed at that. Before Yelena could take her to the dance floor, she leaned forward to Bucky. She put a bright smile on her face and suddenly pulled down the front of the dress and flashed him. Her breasts were right in front of his face. “Fuck,” he bit his lower lip. He wanted to put them into his mouth.

“These are all yours later tonight, but now, I want to be with my girl,” and she fixed the fabric, covering herself up. The way he was looking at her made her laugh. She even had to close his mouth because something would fly right into it.

As both women walked away from the VIP zone, Steve returned with another bottle of champagne and poured all the glasses full. “What did I miss?” he asked when he saw Bucky’s fucked face.

“I have the best wife,” Bucky commented and took the glass, drinking the liquid in one go. “I have the best wife with the perfect set of boobs.”

Steve raised a brow, confused. “Okay,” he said and sat down next to his best friend. “I don’t get it but fine.”

“She just flashed me,” Bucky laughed and wiped the corner of his mouth. He could feel a drop of saliva there. “Damn, I am one lucky son of a bitch.”

His eyes were locked on Y/N’s dancing body. Both Yelena and she were enjoying the music, singing and dancing their troubles away – no wonder. The last few months were difficult for everyone. Three warehouses, which belonged to Foxes, exploded and no one knew who was behind them.

Bucky took out a cigarette and lit it up. He relaxed on the couch and kept his eyes on his woman – the perfect woman on the entire planet. He had to admit, the way she was dancing with Yelena, made his pants too tight. They were touching and rubbing against one another making his dick twitch. He wasn’t jealous. It was hot.

His eyes lingered on her body as he kept checking out every move she made. Her hips were swaying, her breasts were bouncing and she kept touching her body. The colours reflected on her dress. She was like a dream – a wet one.

That was until he noticed two men approaching them. Under any other circumstances, Y/N would already punch them or put a knife under their necks. To his surprise, she hugged the blond, muscular one with a wide smile and then the man next to him. He had longish black hair and wore a dark green suit.

Suddenly, the group was coming to the VIP section. Steve looked at his boss, trying to find some answers. As he found out, Bucky knew nothing about them.

“Hey,” Y/N waved at Bucky and his men. “Look who came to visit New York on my birthday,” she pointed at the two men. “These are the Odinsons from the Asgardian clan. They rule the whole west coast.”

Bucky stood up with a stern face and shook hands with both of them. “Of course, Thor and Loki,” he said their names with a deeper voice. I’ve heard about you. Impressive work, by the way.”

“Thanks,” Thor smiled and took a seat at the end of the couch. “I can say the same about you. Your father was a legend but you will beat him soon.”

Y/N took a seat next to Bucky and crossed her legs. Immediately, Bucky’s hand was on top of her thigh, holding it firmly. He had to send them a message that she was his. Yelena took a seat by her best friend and Sam, pouring everyone drinks.

“Cheers to the birthday girl,” Sam shouted as he raised the glass and everyone followed.

“Y/N,” Loki said her name and pointed at the glass she was holding. “Come on, that is not how we drink together,” and he pulled out a lighter, lighting up his shot.

She laughed and let him light her drink. “You are right. Cheers, Loki,” they clank their glasses and drank the fire-y liquid in one go.” Sam whistled, Yelena clapped her hands and Bucky was not impressed at all.

In the past, she mentioned something about them. She knew them and had a fine relationship with them. But the way Loki was staring at her, made Bucky want to throw a punch into his pale face. He knew hungry eyes when he saw one.

“Why are you here?” Y/N asked them.

“Business and vacation,” Thor answered.

“What kind of business?” Bucky had to ask.

“We have a guy here who own us a lot of money,” Loki explained. “And because he doesn’t want to pay, we are here for his wife – you know, to give him a push to do something about it before she loses all of her beautiful fingers.”

Yelena’s body violently shivered. “I always said you two are twisted – especially you, Loki.”

“Guilty,” he laughed at it. “And while we take our time with this person, we will enjoy New York.”

“And because it is your birthday,” Thor pointed at Y/N, “we wanted to see you.”

The conversation was interrupted by a waiter holding a big chocolate cake with many candles and singing Happy Birthday to Y/N. The whole club chanted together, and even the music stopped. The cake was put on the table, right in the middle of it. Happy Birthday Y/N was written with white chocolate and it was surrounded by candles. It was adorable.

The whistling and shouting started again once the singing was over and she blow off the candles. People kept clapping their hands for her. Yelena pulled Y/N into a tight hug and give her kisses all over her face. Then, it was Bucky’s turn to kiss her – and he did, passionately for everyone to see. He pulled her onto his lap and smacked his lips against hers. His tongue kept battling with hers, tasting every corner of her mouth.

“I love you,” he said when their lips disconnected. “Happy birthday my beautiful girl.”

. . .

She was clutching the sheets tightly in her hands. Her mouth was wide open as moans of pleasure kept escaping her throat. Bucky was between her legs, licking and nibbling on her pussy. He had his arms wrapped around her thighs just to keep her down and enjoy the feast.

“James, fuck,” she called his name. “I’m going to cum. Please, please, keep going.”

He listened to her plea, working even harder to bring her to her peak. He found a perfect spot on her clit that made her go feral. He focused on that particular spot, sucking until he could hear her cry. Y/N’s body was shaking from the orgasm. One of her hands found his hair and tugged on it.

“Fuck, yes,” she kept breathing loudly. “Holy shit, that was so good.”

“You taste so good, baby,” he kissed her navel and pulled himself up so he could reach her lips. When he started to kiss her, something awakened inside her and she kept grinding against his hard length that was pressed between her legs. “Does my princess need more?” he asked and moved to her neck where he left a fresh hickey. “I believe I wore you out pretty good after we came home from the party.”

“I think I need more,” she whined. “I want your cock again, Bucky.”

“Such a dirty, horny little girl,” he smiled at her.

As he was about to bury himself deep inside her wet pussy, the knocking on the bedroom door interrupted them. “Boss?” it was Barton. “We have a situation.”

“Shit,” he cursed. “I am in a middle of a situation so fuck off.”

“I wouldn’t be here if it wasn’t important,” Clint sighed. “Y/N, the meth lab you had on the east border, was destroyed this morning.”

“What?!” she almost jumped out of the bed, ready to get out of the room naked. “You have got to be fucking kidding me.”

“I wish I was,” said Clint. “Nick Fury is also looking for you. He’s fed up with the mess that’s been happening. He needs to talk to you.”

The news sucked. They both had to get up and start working whether they liked it or not. “Such a cockblocker,” said Bucky, annoyed by the whole situation. “I was about to fuck you real good, baby. I wanted to fill you up and watch as it leaks from your hole.”

“I know,” she stroked his cheek lovingly. “Unfortunately, I have another emergency and I honestly don’t know what I’m about to do. That meth lab was such a good business. The money was beautiful.”

She went into the walk-in wardrobe and took out clothes for both of them – something casual and comfortable. While she was dressing up, Bucky kept eyeing her, enjoying the view. “I love when I undress you, but this is also sexy,” he chuckled.

“Enjoy the view while you can,” she said with a smirk on her face.

As if the morning couldn’t get any more hectic, Y/N’s phone started to ring. When she looked at the name, she smacked her forehead with her hand. “Oh, no,” she sighed and picked up the phone. “Darcy, I am so sorry, I totally forgot,” she apologized.

Darcy was an architect and an interior designer. She was working on the reconstruction of Y/N’s home for some months. The last person that worked on the project sucked and Y/N managed to find someone with good taste.

Darcy: That’s all right, Miss Fox. I want you to come down to the house for the check-up before we move further with the reconstruction.

“Can you please hold on the line? I’ll be right back,” and she muted the call. Y/N’s eyes found Bucky’s. “I already hate this day. What more can happen today? I totally forgot.”

“Hey,” he approached her and stroked her shoulders reassuringly. “If you want, I can drive to the house and meet with Darcy,” he offered. “I think, you need to see Fury as soon as possible and deal with that. He can be a son of a bitch if people are not following his requests.”

She smiled at him. “You would do that for me?” she tilted her head, looking at him like a puppy. “You’d go to the house and deal with Darcy?”

“Of course, anything for you, doll,” he nodded and kissed her forehead. “Once I’m done at the house, I’ll call you and we can meet later… finish what we started,” he winked at her.

With a quick peck on his lips, she went back to the phone call. “Darcy, we’ll be there in an hour, if that’s all right.”

Darcy: All right, I will see you in an hour.

Once they finished dressing up and cleaned their teeth in the bathroom, they ran into the kitchen where they were met with sleeping Yelena. She was thrown on the counter with a cup of coffee in her hand, snoring.

“Lenka,” Bucky patted her shoulder. “Wake up, Lenka.”

She almost fell off the barstool when she discovered Barnes standing above her. “Holy shit, what time is it?” she rubbed her eyes and face.

“It’s almost lunchtime and we have a big problem,” Y/N grabbed Yelena’s coffee and drank half of it. It was already cold.

“The only problem I have is that you have taken my coffee,” the blonde frowned at her boss and yanked the cup from her hands. “What a night,” she mumbled under her nose.

“Woman, wake up,” Y/N nudged her shoulder. “The meth lab is gone and I need to talk to Fury.”

“What?” she gasped. “What do you mean it is gone? What happened?”

“Explosion,” said Y/N. “And Fury is fed up. I need you to go with Wade to the lab and check it out – secure the perimeter and try to find anything that would help us solve this mystery,” she reached into the cabinet and took out a clean glass. She poured cold water into it and drank it in one go. Bucky then took the glass and did the same.

“Can I take Scott? I can’t drive. I’m too fucked out,” she sighed and massaged her nape.

“I wanted to take him, but, sure, he’s all yours.”

“Take Clint,” Bucky patted Y/N’s shoulder. “I can drive since I didn’t drink as much as you did. You were the birthday girl after all,” he kissed her cheek. “Once I’m at your house, I’ll call you if anything.”

When they said their goodbyes, Clint drove Y/N to see Fury, Yelena and Scott went to the destroyed meth lab and Bucky drove to Y/N’s house which was under reconstruction.

The ride to Y/N’s house took some time due to heavy traffic. Bucky kept checking his watch, annoyed that drivers kept honking at each other as someone in the very front kept them waiting. He was listening to the radio, humming the tunes of the song that was on.

Here and there, his phone would light up and before he could notice the notification, his eyes locked on the picture where his beloved girlfriend, well, wife, was. A smile appeared on his lips. Somehow, he still couldn’t believe that things were working out between them. He was madly in love and his men could tell.

There was a simple text from Y/N: Lunch with everyone back in the apartment? How about Chinese take-out? &lt;3

She knew him well. They both loved Chinese food and truth be told, he was craving some. The convoy of cars started to move. Quickly, he sent her a red heart and locked the phone. His ride could continue again.

As he was approaching her house, he felt some sort of heaviness inside his body. He didn’t know why, all of a sudden, this unpleasant feeling came and it got worse once he stepped out of the car. Bucky frowned and turned around. He couldn’t see anyone there – no cars, trucks, or people in general, working there.

He checked his watch. It was two in the afternoon. Was it possible they all were taking a lunch break?

His intuition made him take out the gun and slowly walked to the front door. They were unlocked. Swiftly, he opened the door and pointed the gun inside. Then, when he checked the perimeter and found out no one was present, he lowered the gun a little. And yet, that feeling never went away.

“Miss Lewis?” he called the woman’s name. “Darcy? Are you here?” There was no answer. It seemed that the house was empty.

Again, the feeling never went away.

Bucky took out his phone with his free hand and called Steve. Slowly, step by step, he walked through the hallway. Everything was a mess. The stairs were half done; the entrance to the dining room didn’t exist anymore. The place was covered in dust and smelled like concrete and alcohol.

Steve: What’s up?

“I don’t know,” he replied, still walking around the place carefully. “Something’s not right.”

Steve: Should we come over?

Bucky approached the kitchen. All the counters and equipment were gone and the walls were stripped of their painting. “Yeah. Take Sam and come here as soon as possible. No one is here. Lunch break was over an hour ago.”

Steve: We are on our way. We should be there in twenty-five minutes. Shall I call a backup? I believe some of the boys are closer to you. Maybe even Scott.

That’s when he heard it. The tiny sound that was coming from the walls. His heart started to beat fast and the adrenaline that was already running through his body heightened. “Uh,” he couldn’t muster a word.

Steve: Buck?

He came closer to the nearest wall that divided the kitchen and a newly made pantry. This time, the sound was louder and it was a ticking sound. Once he realized what was happening, the sound accelerated. “Shit!” and he was already on the run. “There’s a bomb! It’s about to-“

It went off. The whole place exploded, throwing him somewhere into the wall and then on the ground. He was too close to the explosion. One by one, the rooms were damaged and under fire. The entire place was covered in smoke and ashes.

In one second everything changed.

When Bucky’s eyes opened slightly, he noticed a tall person in a mask walking away from him. He didn’t know who it was. He wasn’t sure if it was a man or a woman. But they were holding something that he couldn’t recognize. What grabbed his attention was a weird sensation coming from the left side of his body. But he didn’t have the energy to turn and look. His body was in shock that he didn’t feel any pain.

Bucky closed his eyes and let it all consume him. Somewhere in the back, he could hear screams coming his way. People would say, that life would flash before their eyes before they die. In his case, the last thing he saw was Y/N’s smiling face.

Chapter two

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#Bucky Barnes x female reader #Bucky Barnes x reader #Mafia Bucky Barnes #Mob Bucky Barnes x Mob reader #Vendetta 2 #Steve Rogers #Sam Wilson #Yelena Belova #Marvel fanfiction #Bucky Barnes fanfiction #Bucky Barnes x reader smut #Bucky Barnes x female reader smut

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Crossing Lines (8/?)

Pairing: mob!Bucky x fbi!mob!Reader

Word Count: 4,113

Recommended: 18+ readers

Summary: A sudden and unsettling event rocks the underworld, and Y/N is immediately called in to prepare for what’s to come. What she isn’t prepared for is James Buchanan “Bucky” Barnes, also known as the new head of the Brooklyn mafia clan. When these two get shoved into a world of danger and deceit, will they ever learn to trust each other? Or will they be doomed from the start?

Warnings: Swearing, angst, descriptions of violence

A/N: I'M BACK BABY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I am soooooooooooooooooooooooooooo sorry for my long hiatus. So much had been going on, but hopefully I'm back on track now. For all those who stayed despite how long I've been gone, thank you so much! For those who didn't, sorry I took so long. I will try to respond to PMs and comments as fast as I can. Also, I’m still working on part 3 of When Saving an Avenger and should have that done relatively soon!I won't continue to drag this out. So! I hope you all enjoy this chapte and thank you for reading! This has not been beta read at all. All mistakes are my own. The GIF is not mine, so credit goes to the original creator!

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The doors slam open as I storm into the gym, needing a release of some kind. The word irritated doesn’t quite describe how I’m feeling but I can’t sleep because of it. After I got shot, I was stuck in that god awful hospital bed for a few days longer, curtesy of Barnes. Then I was treated like some fragile doll after I was released, especially by Carol or any inner circle member that I bump into. And not that Carol knows, but once I was discharged, Barnes called my father, and judging by how everyone’s acting around me, I’d bet it has something to do with that conversation. Which he should know is the exactly opposite of what I need. And the fact that I was left out of another important conversation regarding yours truly, really really pissed me off. I feel like a damned caged animal under constant observation! I’m lucky I even made it to the gym.

I slam my water bottle on the nearest bench and move to where the wrappings are kept. Once my hands are wrapped, I take my stance in front of the punching bag, Demi Lovato’s Confident playing in my headphones. I punch at it with my uninjured arm, the left one, keeping the right tucked to my side, and I find myself falling into a rhythm.

This is all fucking stupid! I’ve worked hard for my father! Given up a normal life! Gave information that I could be killed for! And I’m still kept out of everything! And now Barnes is up my father’s ass and he’s becoming a pain in mine! And the HYDRA fucks that shot me are still out there! This. Punch. Is. Punch. Bullshit!

My right arm moves out on its own. The vibrations of the hit have pain snaking up my nerves like ribbons of fire. I cry out at the feeling, clutching onto my wound.

“Fuck!” I cry, ripping my headphones off with my free hand. “Son of a bitch!”

“You know, you really shouldn’t be doing that.” A voice says calmly behind me.

I turn around to find Barnes casually leaning against one of the many pillars in the gym. His arms crossed, showing off the muscles of his arms and shoulders that peak out from the cut tank top he wears. The expression on his face stern, yet seemingly concerned.

“What do you want, Barnes?” I ask, controlling my breaths to ease the pain, unwrapping my hands, and reaching for my water while dropping the headphones on the bench, music still playing quietly. “I’m not in the mood for a damn lecture.” I tilt the bottle back, taking a gulp.

When he doesn’t answer and continues to watch me, I huff and the peel the sweaty bandage off my arm, letting the wound breathe. The cool air seems to soothe the painful thing.

“Why are you in here?” He finally asks, I scoff.

“I imagine similar reasons as to why you’re here. Is that all?” I turn away from him and the punching bag, determined to go for a run.

“Damn it! Why are you so stubborn? You’re injured! Why are you even here?!”

“Maybe because I’m tired of men like you trying to control what I do with my life!” I shout, suddenly turning to face him only to find that he’s right behind me.

“Men like me?” He questions darkly, looking directly into my eyes. Since when were his eyes so blue?

“Yes.” I growl. “Men like you that have a stupid superiority complex!” I yell, backing up slightly. He mirrors my movements, stalking towards me as I move away from him.

“I’m not like other men, trust me, doll.” He counters. “And you should watch how you talk to me.”

“Bullshit.” I scoff, my back softly meeting a wall. “There is nothing for me to trust, doll. You’ve made it clear you don’t trust me. But I’ve seen it my whole life. You’re just another egotistical mafia boss. Every one of you are the same.”

“Am I now? Didn’t seem like you thought like that when you busted into my room.” He stops just in front of me, body tensed ready for a fight or… something.

“Yeah? Didn’t think you remembered that. You sure as hell haven’t been acting like it! A thank you for getting your head outta your ass would be nice!” I snap, trying to maintain any sense of authority and strength I can muster. My breathing is erratic, and I can even feel his own heavy breaths ghosting across my face.

“You’re still alive, aren’t you?” His voice makes me suppress a shiver. There’s a darkness there, a challenge, but with a hint of something I can’t place.

“You wouldn’t dare hurt me.” I state, knowing he wouldn’t risk it. His intimidation isn’t going to work on me.

“Wanna bet?” He growls.

I want to say something, something witty to shut his arrogant ass down, but all I can seem to focus on is him. The way his blue eyes bore into my own. The way his breath seems to mirror my own, fast and heavy. The way his chest brushes against mine as we breathe. Since when did we get so close? The way he looks at my lips, the way I glance at his. The way he starts leaning in, or is that me? He’s so close, I could almost kis-

All too soon, the doors open with a bang, Bucky immediately stepping away from me. What the fuck was all that? I blink a few times, clearing the fog from my head, before turning towards the doors. A man, with short, soft, black hair stands there with a look of mild confusion painting his face before it’s gone, a serious expression replacing it.

“Sorry to interrupt boss.”

“What is it Morita?”

“Rogers wanted me to tell you that Nick Fury is coming tomorrow.”

Bucky sighs and I mutter a ‘great’ under my breath. There’s a furrow between his eyes as he looks at me before turning towards Morita.

“Thank you for telling me. I’ll be in my office.” And with that he leaves, and I roll my eyes.

When he’s gone, I release a quiet sigh, finally relaxing now that he’s gone, and Morita has a knowing smirk. Get yourself together Y/N!

“You’re lucky he didn’t see that.” He chuckles, I shrug, reaching for my phone, a slight wince twisting my face as I lean down. So, he didn’t hear me.

“I can handle him.”

“Not like that you can’t.” He points, and I follow his finger to my wound. Blood had started drinpping down my arm, and I hadn’t even realized.

“I coulda.” I huff, finally pausing the music.

“Come on.” He says with a small smile, motioning for me to sit down.

I do, but eye him wearily. He grabs a med pack and walks towards me. It’s only then that I notice he’s slightly shorter than Barnes but has softer expression when he looks at me. Stop thinking about him!

“You know,” He starts while sitting down beside me to start wiping the blood from my arm, “When I first saw you, you were storming into your father’s office.” I smile at the memory.

“Wasn’t the first time.”

“I gathered that much.” He chuckles, checking the stitches and adding a few more where the blood is leaking from still. I wince slightly at every thread of the sterile needle. “You had this fire and authority to you. They won’t admit it, but it made the men in the hall uncomfortable. And that was before we knew who you really were. You live up to the image of a Fury.” He wraps the new bandages around my arm, careful of the wound. My eyes follow the movement. When I don’t respond, he looks up at me, most likely noticing the scowl I wear by the way his eyebrows furrow together. “Doesn’t look like that’s something you’re proud of.” He comments.

“I am nothing like my father.” I growl, gently ripping my arm out of his hands. “Thanks for the help.”

I get up and hurry to gather my things and leave.

“You may deny it, but it’s there.” He says as I leave. The only response is the slamming of doors.

So much for calming down.

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Not many of the men were around the next morning, though I have a feeling that was done on purpose. Of course, most of the people I knew here were either sent off on a job, or in the inner circle. The lack of people here began to make me feel slightly uncomfortable. I didn’t like being kept on the sidelines.

Carol eventually stopped by to check in on me, since I had also decided to skip breakfast. Embarrassingly, I got stuck in my tank top since I couldn’t move my arm all the well without feeling a pinch from the stitches around my wound. Let’s just say I got scolded for being reckless, none of which I took to heart, before she had to leave for a job. Of course, not without a warning to be careful as she wrapped the wound in fresh bandages. Besides, I was able to get into my leggings and gym shoes just fine. The sweatshirt was a challenge, but I’m not going to mention that to her.

As I wait, for what I’m not exactly sure, my mind drifts off to the folder I have hidden away in the room. The cowards who shot at Rollins and I mentioned Staten Island before they took off. As far as I’m concerned, it’s only known that George was killed by HYDRA, nothing more, not that anything else has happened because of them except for the shootout. Which brings up something else, what if this person from Staten Island had something to do with HYDRA being there. The guy who let it slip definitely didn’t mean for it to slip. It might not be much, but it’s something. And that’s all May needs. I’ll have to give her a call soon.

A knock at the door startles me slightly before I collect myself and open it. Loki awaits for me on the other side and motions me to follow. I do. There’s an odd feeling the follows me as we make our way through the compound, the kind that makes you feel slightly uncomfortable. I try my best to ignore it. As we get closer, I recognize a few of my father’s men, though they don’t acknowledge me at all. And I do the same.

“Who are all the extra bodies?” I ask Loki, who fails to hide a smirk.

“I’m sure you’ll find out soon enough, fiery one.” He whispers the last part and when I glance at him, he winks at me. I have to try and suppress my grin.

The office doors are opened by two members Barnes’ inner circle that I recognize slightly, as Loki follows me in, before they’re shutting behind us. Barnes sits behind his desk, his hair tied back into what looks like a small ponytail, as Steve and Sam stand at his sides while Natasha, Clint, and Thor lean casually against the walls (or as casually as you can while meeting with another Clan). Barnes looks from the man in front of him to me when the doors close, before the man turns around. It’s then that I notice my father in the chair, Coulson and Pietro sitting at his sides, as well as Hill, Mack, Hunter, and May. Wanda being notably absent. All of course are either dressed in suits (the higherups of course) or decked in leather. And then there’s me looking like I just came back from a jog.

“Well, well, well. Looks like the party started without me.” I say while trying to my best ‘disappointed father’ impression, hands on my hips and all. Pietro snorts, and I see Coulson smirk for a second.

Before my father can reprimand me, Pietro is up out of his seat, engulfing me in a hug.

“It’s good to see you, моя сестра.” He pulls me in, putting pressure on my wound. The pain takes me by surprise, causing me to yelp before I can stop it. He immediately lets go, as if he’s been burned. “What’s wrong?!”

“Nothing. I’m fine.” I say, futilely hoping to placate him as I roll my shoulder to try and alleviate some pain.

“Cестра, tell me!”

“Y/N.” My father interrupts, standing, expecting me to avoid the subject. “What happened?” It’s not a request, but I still hesitate.

“I was on a run, HYDRA ambushed us, and I got hit.” Father begins to scowl. “It’s nothing. I’m alright, and we got the supplies. It’s all good.” But he doesn’t listen, turning towards Barnes who’s still seated with his hands clasped in his lap.

“Why wasn’t I notified that she was shot?” Father growls.

“I advised him not to. But I assumed he at least told you something about it.” I reply, though the question was not directed at me.

“I wanted to wait until after the doctors checked her over and she woke up. Make sure she was okay.” Barnes shrugs. “Besides, I mentioned that she had gotten a minor injury when we last spoke.

“It was a routine run, and there were extra men on scene. Nothing could have been done to prevent this.” I try again.

“And yet, she was shot and shot at! Would you consider that minor if it had been one of your men?”

“It’s nothing I haven’t experienced before!”

“She spent minimal time in treatment. And I can’t keep her away from all harm when she’s got her assignment. Otherwise, her presence here would be questioned.”

“I’m right here!”

“Father-”

“Not now, son. That was not our agreement, Barnes.”

“I’m doing the best I can, Fury.”

“Excuse me, but what agreement exactly?”

“And that’s not good enough.”

“What exactly would you have me do in this situation?”

“Fucking hell, ENOUGH!” I yell, catching the attention of both men finally. “You,” I point to my father, “do not and will not control how I do my job. Whatever fucking deal you made with Barnes behind my back, that I have yet to see, does not apply to me. My assignment and my mission have priority over that. And you!” I now turn towards Barnes. “You do not have a say in either. I am working with you as a courtesy both to my father and you. I didn’t have to let you know about my job, but I did. And I’ve done more than what I’m meant to do here. So, you owe me some fucking respect. Both of you do! So, this whole ‘ignoring Y/N while she talks’ thing stops here! This job comes with risks, and I am aware of all of them, and it is my call to take them. My physical wellbeing is not always guaranteed in this life, you should both know that. And I will not have either of you try to control that!”

“Done with your little speech now, princess?” Barnes snarks.

“Я збираюся його вбити.” I growl, fingers brushing my knife.

“No.” Both my father and brother say in unison, my brother less enthusiastically than my father. I roll my eyes, letting my hand fall back to my side.

“You both suck the joy out of everything.”

“Y/N.” My name falls past my father’s lips harshly, and I narrow my eyes. “Go take a breather.”

“Are you fucking kidding me?” I growl, ignoring the order in his voice.

“Now!”

“Ви ведете себе мудаком.” I mutter to my father before leaving, the door slamming behind me.

I stomp harshly away from the men in the hallway until no one is around. With the hall empty, I slump against the nearest wall, hearing soft footsteps near me.

“What?” I bark out when I hear them stop a few paces from me.

When I look, I find May watching me with an eyebrow raised and her arms crossed.

“You sure know how to stir up trouble.” She remarks. I scoff, straightening up.

“They made it a bigger deal than it was. Ignoring me in the process. Was I just supposed to sit back and let them walk over me?”

“You know your father holds respect for you and trusts your judgement. He wouldn’t have let you do this if he didn’t.” She says quietly. I scoff again.

“He does until something happens. Then he reverts back to being the dick mafia boss that doesn’t listen because either I’m his daughter, a woman, or both. I haven’t figured out which it is.”

“You know that’s not true.”

“Isn’t it?” I ask coldly. “He sent you out here to watch me, didn’t he?”

“He did.” She confirms, and I roll my eyes. How did I know? “But that’s not the reason I’m here.” I regard her carefully. “I could have waited in the hallway for you to come back.”

“True. So why are you here?” My voice turns serious as I watch her.

“Thought you would like an update.” She says, lowering her voice once again.

“What have you got for me?”

“Nothing much, unfortunately.” I frown at her. “Your father, for some reason, wouldn’t give me a copy of the deal with Barnes. Only told me what you should know about it.”

So typical of him. I roll my eyes, and grumble under my breath. “You mean five words?”

“A bit more than that actually. Along with mutual cooperation against HYDRA, info sharing and a few other things, your father negotiated for your safety. And I don’t mean he made Barnes promise to keep you alive.” I motion for her to continue. “Every member of the Brookyln clan that knows about you, including Barnes himself, is sworn to protect you as if you are a member of the Barnes family.”

I pause, my mouth dropping open slightly. “Wait... as in...?”

“Yes, as in your life is just as important as their Boss’, maybe even a little more so. And they all had sworn to it before you even arrived.”

“Well shit.”

For clan members to swear to protect a stranger, yet alone a stranger from another family, as if they were the boss’ family, is practically unheard of. Not to mention that that stranger is the daughter of another clan’s boss and an FBI agent. I’m sure it wasn’t agreed to very easily and has probably never been requested before. So, it’s a big deal.

“I never thought it possible before either.” She whispers. “And there’s more.” It only takes a glance. “Apparently that attack that injured you was retaliation for Ian Quinn.”

“So, Barnes wasn’t wrong when he told me they have a mole.”

“Evidently not.”

“Is my father aware of the reason?” She nods.

“Apparently, Ian Quinn and Barnes’ situation was the main concern of their last call. Barnes had mentioned you had been injured, but more along the lines of a training accident.”

“No wonder he was so pissed. Still doesn’t excuse him though.”

“For the record, if I had known you were there-”

“You would have either shown up or broke in here to make sure I was ok.” I finish for her. She nods again. “As much as I appreciate your loyalty, that wouldn’t have helped anything.”

“I know.”

It’s silent, for a few moments.

“Hey, is Lincoln still running the streets?”

“Yeah. Why?”

“He isn’t your main informant, is he?”

“No.”

“Good. I need both.” She straightens up. “One of the runners that led us into that trap, he mentioned something about a Staten Island high roller. Said they knew HYDRA ‘was on our ass’. Which was news to me considering the fact I wasn’t even aware they were ‘on our ass’.”

“You want me to look into it?”

I nod. “And find out if there was anything that happened to the families, any of them, three months or more before her death.”

“You think one of them had something to do with it?” She questions, the skepticism clear in her voice.

“I’m not sure. We aren’t exactly close with any of them at the time, a little cooperation here and there, but we have the most shipment disputes with Staten Island. We intercept some of theirs, they return the favor. We kill the men that wander into our territory, they ambush our men.”

“They’d benefit from us being weak.”

“Or distracted. What if the families went to war? Manhattan and Brooklyn, plus both of our allies?”

“They wouldn’t be involved at all.” She says in realization, her voice still quiet,

“Nope, they don’t have any alliances with the other families. Remember the mole father found? The one who he was sure was meant to put the blame on us for George Barnes’ death?”

“I’ll look into it, see if I can find what you want. Plus, if anything, that might gain us the upper hand.”

I sigh. Running my hand through my hair. “I hope I’m wrong about this, but thanks May. And please-”

“I won’t say a word. For now.” She raises an eyebrow at me, and I know she’ll only say something if there’s an immediate problem.

I nod in thanks, giving her a small smile. With that, she turns around and walks back towards the meeting. When she’s gone, I let my head fall back against the wall with a soft thud and close my eyes. Not long after, the soft approach of footsteps reaches my ear.

“Back so soon?” I quip, before opening my eyes to find Yelena just leaning on the wall across from me.

“That implies I would have to have left in the first place.”

“Never mind.” I sigh, pushing myself to stand straight, she follows suit.

“Who was that you were talking to?” She questions.

“No one that concerns you.”

I try to walk away, but she moves in front of me.

“Looked to me like the woman you met at the park the other day.” Her hands fall to her sides, seemingly causally, and she straightens her posture.

“I know you’re doing your job. But really, this doesn’t concern you, or the boss. If it did, I’d bring it up.” I try to walk around her, but I’m stopped again.

“You say that, but I don’t believe it.”

“I don’t care what you believe, get out of my way.” I try again, and I’m blocked again.

“Or else what?” She gives me a small smile, a challenging one. And I smile back.

With a step, and some careful maneuvering on my part, I have her pinned to the wall with my good arm as she lets out a little grunt on impact.

“Not bad.” She comments with a smug little smile.

“Listen.” I growl quietly. “I understand you’re sworn to protect your boss, but I also know you swore to protect me. And if you want to continue doing that, doing both of those, this will just stay between us. Just until I say otherwise.” I let her go and take a couple steps back while she glares softly at me. “Please.”

The sound of approaching footsteps interrupt and have Yelena pushing off the wall. One of Barnes’ men walks into the hall, a tall slim looking man with a weird hat (a beret I think).

“The boss says you have a job tonight, Maximoff. He wants you at the loading dock in two hours with Danvers.” His accent startles me slightly, there aren’t many Brits that I know in New York, but I just nod. I give a glance to, but she’s got the poker face down pretty well.

“Alright, I’ll talk to Carol about it. Has the visitor left as well?”

The man nods. Great, so my father is pissed off. Glad I’m not dealing with that.

“Thank you.” He nods at me again, then turns to Yelena.

“The boss wants to see you as well.”

“I’ll be there in a second.” She replies, and with that, the man turns and leaves.

Yelena looks at me, glaring just slightly, before I see the faintest of nods. When she’s gone from sight, I let out a little breath of relief. I’ll need to give her answers, and soon, but for now it’s good enough. What I’m concerned with now, is the job Barnes has me going on tonight. With me injured, I’m hoping it’ll be an easy one. However, as I’m learning with this situation and with HYDRA, nothing is ever easy.

Part 9

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I wanna do a poker face au so bad but it's such a good show and concept that I don't rly wanna just paste my blorbos onto it y'know?

#I'm leaning towards more of like an unwilling odd couple who gets into shenanigans #like Kate knows when anybodys lying immediately and it gets her into trouble and Eleanor hires Yelena to protect her #but they need to go on the run #so they're just cross country road tripping and scraping by and Yelena's not a super spy she's just a very tired mob enforcer

[biteofcherry]

Does mafia!Steve's Reader ever get jealous? Maybe there's a businesswoman or mafia related one that Steve has to have meetings with and reader gets jealous?

Nesting

Not an inch away

mafia!Steve Rogers x female reader

warnings for the part below: some angst; soft!dark Steve Rogers; mafia!Steve Rogers; possessive behavior; arranged/forced relationship;

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You shouldn't care. You really shouldn't, you tell yourself as you watch Steve open the restaurant door for that other woman to enter.

A woman that looks stunning in a body-clinging white dress and killer heels, not a single thing out of place in her confident persona.

She tilts her head and smiles at Steve, who reciprocates with one of his most charming smiles - one that gets you weak in the knees when he flashes it at you.

He told you he'd be home late because he has boring business meetings to attend to, so you talked your bodyguards slash enablers - Natasha and Yelena - to go to the movies and for some greasy food afterwards.

It's pure coincidence that the spot you picked for your snacking was opposite of a fancy restaurant to which Steve took this woman.

You know plenty of women have successful businesses, but you don't think a mob boss of Steve's caliber would actually do any business with one of them. In a romantic restaurant at that.

Natasha's face is perfectly impassive at the sight, but Yelena cringes as if she feels bad for you for seeing this.

You tell yourself that it shouldn't matter. This whole arrangement, one practically forced upon you after Steve found out about your pregnancy, is one you wanted out of at first, right?

The elegant, shiny ring on your finger, which you grew to love and often looked at with a fond smile, now reminded you of the cage Steve trapped you in. Gold, pretty cage.

With how intense and dotting Steve was, you actually believed the cage could become a warm house, with a faithful, loving husband.

Seemed you were going to become a cliche, instead. A wife to produce heirs to a mafia king, while he fucked around with whomever he desired.

Perhaps you should walk into the restaurant, make a scene, throw a drink in Steve's face. Throw it at that woman's white dress.

But you only clench your hands on the paper bag with takeout you bought to eat at home (your pregnancy is turning you into a bottomless pit). You straighten your back and keep your head up high as you march to the car and get inside, Natasha and Yelena slipping inside soundlessly.

Yelena tries to say something, explain Steve's actions, but you tell her you're not interested.

"I don't care." You announce as coldly as you can, quite proud that your voice doesn't crack with how hurt you feel inside.

At home you devour your food. And some chocolate muffins that you baked in the morning. Each bite as delicious as heavy, your stomach revolting with the bitter jealousy and anger at the thought of what Steve was up to.

Are they having a romantic dinner and smiling at each other across the table? Is he sliding his hand up her thigh and under her dress? Does he make her come silently in front of all the patrons?

Will he take her to a hotel room, or one of his apartments that he owns all around the city, and fuck her into a screaming mess?

Will he fuck her better than he did you last night... yanking a fistful of your hair as he wrecked you into a dripping mess and praised you, A good little wife, taking all of me so well.

Ripping apart another muffin, you decide on your next step. You know running away wouldn't work. For one, you have two guards, who may be friendly, but still were loyal to Steve and what he said triumphed over whatever you wanted.

Secondly, even if you managed to slip out, Steve would find you. And he'd drag you back into the cage and the life he builds with you beside him.

You can't leave the penthouse, but you can make yourself a safe space in one of the free guest rooms.

Since Steve's dipping his dick in other woman's cunt, he doesn't need you sleeping beside him.

You definitely don't want to touch him when he reeks of other woman's perfume. You don't even want to see him.

So after you drag most of your stuff from the main bedroom and hastily put it in the closet in your new room, you close the door. Just in time, because less than ten minutes later the echo of firm footsteps resounds.

You flip a book open, trying to focus on the printed words and not on the way your heart hammers in your chest as you hear Steve's footsteps aiming for the main bedroom.

A vicious part of you hopes that he is a shocked, seeing that you're not there.

Not in the huge bed, naked under soft covers, waiting for your husband lord and master to throw you a crumb of his attention.

The emotionally heaving part of you shudders in sobs at the image of Steve simply not minding that you're not there.

Maybe he's only a little surprised, but brushes it off and simply takes a shower to wash off the remnants of that woman's arousal and his own sweat. Then he'll get into bed and fall asleep sated, uncaring for your state as long as you obediently stayed inside.

You rub at your eyes, cursing the tears away. You shake your head and try once again to focus on the words you're reading.

But then, after a long stretch of silence, footsteps sound through the space. A creaking of door being open. Then another. Slowly moving towards where you are hidden.

Your heart rate increases, fingers trembling against the paper pages of your book.

You take a breath, willing yourself to remain calm and not show Steve how hurt you are. Play it the way mob bosses wives in movies and tv shows do it - cold and indifferent, an armor around you, so nothing can prickle you.

The door to your claimed room opens and Steve stands there in the doorway in all his stormy glory.

He frowns, seeing you sitting stiffly on the bed.

He walks inside. Sleeves of his suit jacket are pushed up, showing his forearms and twirls of tattoos. He braces his hands on his hips and gives you a look that's a combination of concern and blatant anger.

"Can you explain what's the meaning of all this?" Steve's voice is thick and raspy.

You swallow, but shrug nonchalantly as if his heated gaze isn't bothering you.

"I thought it's better to leave the main bedroom, in case you brought your companion home for the night." You say and return your gaze to the book, fighting the urge to wave him away with a dismissive gesture.

"What?" Steve's frown deepens, actual confusion showing on his face.

"I'm not sure your mistress would like seeing me there. Might ruin the mood." You lift your head and sneer at him. "So I simply made it easier for you."

"I have a mistress now?" Steve raises a single brow, remaining calm while everything inside of you was boiling.

You snap your book closed and slam in onto the bedside table. With a little huff you get off the bed and stomp over to Steve.

"No need to lie." You scoff. "I saw you. With her. Didn't know mob business meant taking beautiful women to expensive restaurants."

You push at his chest in anger, but Steve's strong, muscled body doesn't even sway at your outburst. So you push at him again, unsuccessfully, but at least you get to unleash some of your fury.

"Just do me a favor and don't bring any of your whores home once the baby is here. Stay in one of your apartments, or allow me to move into one."

You can't hold off tears anymore and as some pour out, trickling down your cheeks, you clench your hands into fists and slam them against Steve's chest.

Steve's fingers wrap around your wrists, a tight, almost painful hold that keeps your hands bound to his chest.

"You are not going away from me." He declares, a definite order.

His eyes darken, a flash of lethal danger he rarely directed at you.

"In any form." He ads, obviously meaning you switching bedrooms.

Slowly, Steve's face lightens up. Twinkles appear in his eyes and it makes another wave of annoyance surge through you.

He keeps your wrists locked in one of his hands as he uses the other hand to cup your cheek.

"Any moving you're going to do is along with me." He says and tries to lean his forehead against yours, but you pull your head back.

Steve sighs.

"Which is why," he forces you to maintain eye contact with him, "I had a meeting with Camilla. She's a real estate agent who works for me on renovating a house that I bought for us. For our family."

His words make you speechless. A house? Someplace where you'd feel more free and where your kids could run in glee.

Still, you remain suspicious. You want to assume it's just a crafty lie, you're sure Steve's good at those.

"The Infinite is a rather romantic place to talk construction." You narrow your eyes.

Steve chuckles and shakes his head. He lets go of your wrists to wrap both his arms around you, pulling you close to him despite your attempt to squirm away.

"Jealous little bird." He hums and slides one of his hands up to grip the back of your neck.

"In my line of work-" Steve leans closer, his nose tracing the line of your jaw, hot breath tickling your skin making you shiver-

"I manipulate people. Some with threats, some with sugar. And some, like Camilla, with never voiced promise of something they wish for."

Steve's soft snicker puffs across your cheek at your sneer. His lips travel toward your lips. You close your eyes at the intensity of his blue irises and the way your body reacts to the touch of his mouth against yours.

"A restaurant dinner gave her that little spark that will make her work her ass off to grand me all my wishes regarding our house. Even though not once have I even brushed an inch of her body with my fingers."

"It also happens-" the tip of Steve's tongue licks over your bottom lip, his hand starts pulling up the hem of your nightgown- "that I know how to manipulate my wife's body, so she sweats out all that jealousy and anger while she creams on my cock."

Your tiny, needy whimper makes him chuckle in dark victory.

"That what you need, huh?" He grips your buttock and kneads it. "Should I fuck you braindead every day, so that your mind doesn't come up with silly ideas?"

"It wasn't silly." You try to defend your earlier outburst, but it comes out breathy and weak.

"Thinking I could be interested in anyone else when I have your sweet, ripe body at my disposal. Absolutely ridiculous." Steve flashes you a wolfish grin.

He lifts you up suddenly, forcing your arms and legs to wrap around him. His fingers slide from your ass to dip between your thighs as he turns around and walks out of the room.

"You're coming back to our bedroom." He growls a command.

"I'm going to keep you naked and full of cum for the next few days, so it really sinks in that neither of us is stepping away from this marriage. Ever."

#steve rogers x reader #steve rogers x female reader #mafia!Steve Rogers #mafia!steve x reader #mafia steve rogers #mob boss steve rogers #steve rogers x you #nesting #steve rogers smut

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All eyes on us.

Summary: This wedding needs to happen, it's the only way you can protect the ones you love, the only problem is that you're in love with your husband-to-be and he would never love you back.

Pairing: Mob!Bucky x Stark!reader.

TW: Really not so many, talks of murder but very lightly, mentions of mysogyny, implications of mafia kind of stuff, death of parents, mention of future smut, curvy!reader, no mention of y/n and reader's nickname is Bells (context coming soon), kind of enemies to lovers but not really enemies, arranged marriage, this will be a +18 story so minors dni.

Disclaimer: English is not my first language, please tell me if I make grammar mistakes.

Part of the Yours to lose series.

Pictures from pinterest and graphic and dividers by the amazing @ firefly-graphics so all credits to the creators.

Everyone was waiting for her but she kept looking at herself in the mirror.

The wedding dress was beautiful, Pepper told her it was what Maria Stark –her mother- wore in her own wedding day and she loved it, the silk was too soft, hugging her curves with an ethereal touch and it had a subtle scent that she assumed belonged to the mother she couldn't remember.

Tony swore their mother loved her, their father too, the young bride couldn’t help but doubt it, they would not love her if they could see her now about to get married to a man who didn’t love her back, a man who humiliated her once for his pride, someone who probably only wanted what this arrangement could give him back.

How would she survive this marriage when it was impossible to leave the room and get to the Cathedral?

A knock in the door pulled her out of her mind, finding Natasha smiling at her in the reflection of the mirror.

“Are you ready, dear?” her friend knew the real answer but still gave her the chance to speak.

“I was about to go” she lied and the redhead gave her a knowing look “everyone it’s waiting, isn’t it?”

“You’re the bride, honey, they can wait” Natasha walked to her, looking like a goddess in her silver dress and put her arms around the bride’s body “you can say no, we can fight Russo’s father, hell, Billy would love having one more excuse to kill him.”

She was sure Billy would do it, not only for her but for his sister, for Madani and for himself but it wasn’t time yet, the alliances needed to be settled, Stark and Barnes had to fight alongside to kill Pierce and Carlo Russo. She made all that mess before getting her family back and nobody would take them from her, never again.

“It has to be done, Nat” she put the veil in her head and took the beautiful bouquet Becca left for her earlier “let’s go.”

Her friend must have seen something in her eyes that made her nod.

“Alright, Bells. Let’s do this” her nickname, the one Yelena gave her when they met years ago, made her smile, who could ever thought that knocking someone out with Christmas bells will change her life?

Natasha guided her trough the corridors to the waiting room where Tony was talking in a hushed tone with Pepper, her sister-in-law radiant with her baby bump, reminding her why this alliance needed to happen.

“I’d be waiting outside, dear” Nat kissed her cheek and went to take her place with the other bridesmaids.

Tony was staring at her, pale like a ghost, whispering his sister's name. It wasn’t the first time in the last months Bells was told how much alike she was with his mother, their mother but this time Tony didn’t say anything, just looked at her eyes to find determination that matched his concern.

“Everything it’s beautiful, Peps, thank you” the bride said and the ginger smiled with a hint of sadness barely visible.

“It’s the least I could do for you, topolina. You deserve beautiful things” she never had a mother, not that she could remember, but with Pepper there she could feel like she did.

Pepper gave her husband a gentle squeeze in the arm and went to join the rest of the guest.

“I have Frank ready to go, say the word and we leave” his first words almost made her chuckle, he spent the last fifteen days planning ways to get her out of this but Bells always refused, a small and stupid part of her happy because she would marry the man she loved.

“I want to do this, Tony, for all of us” that part it was true, this marriage was the only way she could protect him and Pepper and the baby, Billy and Dinah, Frank and Maria and the kids, the family she dreamed about since she was a kid and that she finally had. It also would save her from Carlo Russo’s greedy hands.

Bells knew one or two things about the mob, mostly from movies and for that she was sure the respect from his brother to her choices were more part of his good soul, she heard some stories from Maria that made her want to kill Carlo Russo even more.

True to the man she met not too long ago Tony didn’t fight her, instead he straightened his bow tie and extended an arm out for her to take it.

“Then allow me to walk you down the aisle, signorina, it will be my honour” the charm went back to his eyes and Bells could breathe, if she could count on them, she could do anything.

The music started playing when the wedding planner gave the signal and every one of her friends smiled at her or blew kisses at her before marching down the aisle. From where she was she could see Maria walk with confidence, not sparing a glance to her father who unfortunately was sited next to her brother Billy and Dinah.

Natasha was the last one, looking at her with reassurance one last time before following the others, then it was their turn.

“I love you, topolina”

“Love you too, Tony”

The crowd of guest was an unfocused picture, she only had eyes for the man waiting for her at the altar, wearing a black tux with a new haircut, his long chestnut locks were gone, sending a silly wave of sorrow through her veins.

She loved his hair, in an embarrassing impulse she remembered pulling his long hair to get him to kiss her again when-

Bells stopped herself.

It was dangerous to think about those times, they were gone the minute he saw her as one of his properties and decided to punish her for something she never did.

Bucky’s eyes never left her the whole way to him, drinking her like he was dying of thirst. Steve must have noticed too because he gave him a subtle bump to get him to blink and stop looking like he would commit sacrilege in the middle of the church.

The beautiful glass windows projected a million colors around her when Tony lifted the veil and with a barely visible hesitance put her hand in Bucky’s.

“I’m confident you will protect her with your life, Barnes” was all he said, dead serious when Bucky gave him a solemn nod and her brother kissed her forehead.

With her eyes watching her step, Bells avoided looking at him until it was impossible to keep going.

A soft smile, one she thought she lost forever, resurfaced when their eyes locked and the bride could read what he was thinking.

She was his, always was and always would be and he would never let her go.

I'd do bad things with you >>>

Hiya! I'm super happy to post this story even if I don't know what I'm doing, to be honest I'm not fluent in italian, so here's the translation of the pet names I used:

-topolina: Little mouse.

-signorina: Miss.

If I made a mistake with that, feel free to correct me and tell me what you think! What do you think it will happen?

Love, Lily.

#bucky barnes x female reader #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x y/n #bucky barnes fluff #bucky barnes x f!reader #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes x curvy!reader #mob!bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes angst

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part 4 mob boss mommy *i mean natty oops*

Title: The Oversight [Part 4/7]

Ship: Female!Reader x Natasha Romanoff

Wordcount: 4325

Warnings: Gun imagery, heights, unecessary tension, horrible grammar, and funnel cake

[A/n: Heads up, I wrote this while I had the flu & a pretty bad fever, so it's not my greatest work. Thank you all for the postive feedback!]

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“Hit me.” Natasha’s words were growled, a low rumble compared to the warm spring breeze that produced nothing but a balmy environment. Sweat glossed her collarbone, moved against expanses of skin that you had let yourself imagine, but had never seen. She was a distraction, despite being your instructor.

Her wrapped fist made contact with your jaw, a metallic taste coating your tongue. You let out a grunt of protest, fingers quickly working against the area to ease the throbbing pain. “That wasn’t fair,”

“You think they’re going to play fair? Focus up. Hit me.”

There was something about being this close to Natasha that formed a pit in your stomach. You were meant to have skin on skin contact, though most of your mornings for the past two weeks had been spent at the gun range, she had deemed you ready enough to learn how to fight. It was an art, you figured, not just something you could blindly go into.

For the first fifteen minutes of your day, you had watched Natasha and Kate spar. Yelena was standing next to you, a borderline predatory gaze on her face. You’d realized that it was one of the only emotions she harbored, and that Clint was rightful in his fear. Still, her attention was not focused on you, and that was good enough for the time being.

Instead, it was homed in on Kate. “I have been teaching her for nearly a year now.”

“She’s good.”

“You do not have to lie, y/n. She’s sloppy, reckless. Look how calculated Natalia is.”

Those emerald eyes were tracking every move the taller girl made. She’d initiated contact with Kate’s ribs, with her knees, and her shoulders. She’d fallen to the grass more times than you could count, but she still got up. That’s what seemed to count around here. Even as green a brown stained her workout gear, and as purple blotches of dead blood rose to the surface of her skin.

“It pays to learn fighting styles. That is something the Danver’s family does not understand. They hire whoever they can. Bodies over skill, it can work in some situations, but not all.”

“When did this… war start?”

“Mm, the power struggle has been raging for decades. Our parents, and their parents, and their parents before them. Both of us were trained to take over the family business. Men, they fight with their hearts and not their heads. When Carol and Natalia took up the mantel, things only got worse.”

You felt silly, growing up on these city blocks, and not realizing that a fight bigger than yourself was raging just within the shadows. You supposed that was a good thing. If you knew, you’d have taken Ronnie out of here in a second.

Kate hit the ground for a fourth time, the air knocked out of her lungs. She still had enough left to groan and prop herself up on her elbows. Natasha chuckled, the sound bubbling past her lips. This was much too fun for her.

“She is fragile.” Yelena nudged you with her arm. You frowned. Kate accepted the outstretched hand and allowed herself to be pulled to her feet. She looked dazed. “Do not tell her I said so, but she was looking for a project. You have to give it your all. For both of your sakes.”

You drew in a breath to respond, but Yelena clapped a hand on your back before taking a step toward the dueling duo. “Alright Nat! I think you’ve tortured Kate Bishop enough. Do not break her.”

Kate was bouncing back and forth on the balls of her feet, her fists raised in a defensive position. Her lip was split, rusty crimson against the corner of her mouth. “I can do this all day.”

“You do not have to.” Yelena’s nose scrunched up “You stink. Go take a shower.”

The blonde shoved Kate playfully towards the house, trailing behind her and murmuring things in Russian. She’d left you alone with Natasha, something you had become quite accustomed to. In your workout gear, you felt more than a little exposed, her stare raking up and down your form before her cheeks turned a deeper shade of pink than they already were.

The two of you had sat on the lawn chairs as she wrapped your knuckles, had you punch the palm of her hand to see how much blowback it would cause. You were holding back, and you both knew it. Her last command had been non-negotiable.

When you swung your right hand towards her jaw, Natasha wrapped her fingers around your wrist. She had flipped you onto the ground with enough force to knock the air from your lungs. You’d flailed in panic instead of going limp like Kate had.

You’d dragged Natasha down on top of you. Her body weight was warm from the beating sun, her elbows on either side of your head. Natasha’s knee was between yours, pressing into your core. You let out a small gasp at the sensation, pulling in her musky scent of sweat and clove.

Stray strands of russet hair framed Natasha’s face as she peered down at you, her chest heaving, each breath pushing her closer to you. Her nose was brushed against yours. The two of you were impossibly close, soul-crushingly so. You were certain that she could feel your heartbeat through your shirt.

She made a quite noise “Pet, if you wanted to get me on top of you, all you had to do was ask.”

Your gaze had given you away, and Natasha suddenly had a shit-eating grin against her lips. You hooked your legs against hers an arm wrapping around her waist. In a smooth move, you had her flipped against the grass, eyes reflecting the blue of the cloudless sky. She nearly seemed impressed, and you preened at the stare.

That was before her knee came up and knocked the wind out of you for the second time. You grunted, rolling off her. The two of you stared up at the sky for a few moments before she hoisted herself up and offered you a hand. You batted it away out of habit, rising on your own.

“When you fall, you fall with grace.” Natasha said, her voice stoney, right back to her serious self. “That way you don’t end up like we just were.”

“And if they ask?” you lifted an eyebrow at her, a hint of malice in her voice. She took a step closer to you, and that ever-intoxicating scent filled your lungs once more. Your ribs still ached from her kick, fingers massaging the sore spot. However, all of your movement halted.

Her voice was murmured and rusty. “I don’t want anyone else on top of you.”

“Okay,” You whispered, throat suddenly tight. “Then show me how.”

Veronica had the excited reflection of light in her eyes. They scanned the traveling fair that had been set up in the park bordering the harbor and a square city block. Each year, tents with local vendors would go up, rides and carnival games in their stead.

The scent of kettle corn filled your lungs, a mix of sweet and salty that reminded you of your own childhood spent here. It was the one constant that every foster family took part in. Sometimes you’d be given a stack of tickets, others, you’d get enough for a large cup of the best lemonade you had ever tasted.

Her hand tightened around yours, squeezing in excitement. Despite your current situation, you couldn’t help but smile. The soft sound of music and the light breeze was enough to make your forget about your aching muscles, and the light sweater that you had thrown on to hide the bruising against your shoulders, your arms, and collarbone. Natasha had really done a number on you.

“Jimmy is a nice guy, he really is, but the whole magic thing is driving me nuts.” Darcy used her forefingers to pinch off a bit of blue cotton candy, shoving it into her mouth. She talked around the melting sugar. “Seriously, he spilled my coffee all over my lap attempting a card trick and then attempted to mop it up with a never-ending handkerchief.”

You snickered at that, earning a look cut from glass. “What? I’m sorry about your drycleaning, but it is kind of funny.”

“Yeah, whatever. I just have to grow a backbone. He doesn’t try to pull that shit with Monica. No one tries to pull that shit with her.” She knelt in front of Ronnie, tucking a piece of hair behind her ear. “You’re not going to tolerate stupid magic tricks, are you?”

She was met with a silent, but amused stare, her eyebrow lifted. You’d been leveled with that look more than once yourself. It dissolved you into more laughter. “Alright, alright. No magic for the kid. Does the Ferris Wheel count as magic?”

“Well sure, but only at the worlds fair.”

You rolled your eyes but effectively tugged them both into the line. It had always been one of your favorites. It gave you a good look at the city you called home. Of course, your view of that city had been stunted lately. It never truly changed the beauty of the lights and the way they reflected off the water.

Your shoulder came in contact with chilled leather, your attention having been trained on fishing through your pockets for the small red tickets. Your eyes shot up, ready to rush out an apology until the words stopped in your throat.

Seeing Natasha outside of her manor was jarring. She looked nearly the same, a tight-fitting black T-shirt and a leather jacket draped over her shoulders. Her hair was loose, unlike it was at training earlier in the day, cascading down her shoulders. Her make-up was light, her unripe stare pouring into yours. That bewilderment melted into her cool exterior as if it were never there in the first place.

“Natasha,” the word poured from your lips before you could stop it, and the corner of her mouth quirked up in amusement. “Sorry, I wasn’t paying attention.”

“I can take a hit” She stated matter-of-factly. You were well aware of the fact, and you had to stifle a shiver as it worked its way down your spine. Hours before she had been nestled so perfectly on top of you.

Your cheeks heated up and you glanced sparingly at your friend, her own eyes going back and forth between the both of you. It was then that you noticed Clint, towering over Natasha with his arms crossed over his chest. He gave you a finger wave, and you lifted your chin in return.

“I’m Darcy, you are?” She was beyond forward, and it made you internally cringe. She reached her hand out to the very woman that ran the city. It was like sticking your hand in the lions enclosure covered in steak sauce.

“Natasha,” her words dripped with a subtle hint of her accent “This is Clint.”

“Howdy,” he knelt then, Veronica was clinging tightly to your leg, peeking around tentatively. She hugged you closer as he spoke. “You must be Veronica.”

The woman in front of you softened as you had never seen before. Her eyes grew brighter, though you could pin that on the circulating lights of the Ferris Wheel. There was a genuine smile on her lips as she looked at the girl who hugged you ever close.

“She doesn’t talk much, I’m afraid.” Your hand moved comfortingly to her shoulder. Ronnie seemed comfortable, if not excited about the rides that were teeming around them.  

Nat smiled at you “Oh, I’m sure she’ll speak when she has something to say.”

Ronnie’s death-grip on your leg seemed to loosen a bit as Clint straightened up. Darcy continued to scrutinize you and Natasha, something mischievous in her stare that you didn’t exactly care for. She rocked back and forth on her feet and directed her attention to Clint.

“How good are you at skeeball?”

“An absolute beast.” Clint replied.

“What do you say to a challenge? I bet I can kick your ass with the power of science. Winner springs for funnel cake.”

You picked up on the subtle look Clint gave Natasha and the even more subtle wave that she responded with. She blew an amused breath. Darcy stretched her hand towards Ronnie and wiggled her finger. “Kid, you staying or going?”

This time, Ronnie looked up at you for confirmation and you gave her a small, encouraging nod. She dislodged herself and wrapped her hand around Darcy’s. The promise of flaky and sweet funnel cake topped with powdered sugar was too tantalizing.

Admittedly, you were used to being left alone with Natasha at this point. Though it had mostly been in a business capacity. She seemed almost shy now, the line for the Ferris Wheel inching ever so closer.

“We can still go on, if you want.” She suggested.

“Yeah, yes. Of course.” You replied, “that would be lovely.”

“Your friend is very persistent.”

“She’s harmless, really.”

“And your daughter. She’s beautiful.” Natasha shoved her hands into her pockets, the two of you inching closer in line. “Just like her mother.”

Once again, you could feel the breath lodge in your throat, your cheeks flushing with fire. She was so bold at moments, and you remained silent in your conquest. There was no telling what was overstepping, though she blinked at you expectantly.

You fumbled dumbly with the tickets in your pockets, presenting them to the attendant. You both ended up in a cherry red car lined with nice leather cushions. Natasha’s thigh was warm against yours, her thick scent coating your lungs. Her arm was around the back of the cart, and a familiar sense of safety settled within you.

“You worry about her,” Natasha said to fill the silence as they loaded each cart. It lurched forward and back, making your stomach turn. “I didn’t start speaking until I was nine years old. My mother, she was so concerned that she rushed to be every specialist that money could buy. Whole days spent driving to different counties, just for them to say that same thing. Nothing is wrong, and I’ll talk when I’m ready.”

“What was that moment? The one where you were ready?”

She shrugged her shoulders. “The thing about being quiet, is that people tend not to notice when you’re in the room. My father protected Yelena and I from his world for as long as he could, but eavesdroppers hear no good of themselves, and others. I watched him give a man his last drink before shooting him between the eyes.”

“Fuck, Natasha.” You murmured.

“He doesn’t know I saw that. I ran as quietly as I could back to my room and hid under the duvet like a child. Something snapped in me that day and I no longer wanted to be silent. I suppose the fear of displeasing either of them ebbed the words from me.”

She was being vulnerable in front of you, a side that you had never seen. There were always her subtle touches, and her purred words that would hit the pit of your stomach. You’d watch as she gave unwavering commands to Clint, to Yelena and Kate. But this was different. This was her.

The city sparkled around you. Tricolored lights reflected off the blackness of the causeways that lapped listlessly at the harbor. If you squinted, you could almost make out the mansion where you spent most of your time.

The carnival buzzed below. Her scent was overwhelming, so warm and welcoming despite her danger. And dangerous she was. It was alluring, exciting. You looked at her, eyes pouring with emotion. Not so much pity, as she would snap your wrist at the fact. But a simple understanding.

Tentatively, you reached up and cupped her cheek. You both were too far above the ground to be realized and the simple gesture was one of good faith. Surprisingly, she leaned into your touch, making a quiet, relieved noise.

Your voice was whispered, “You didn’t deserve that. You were just a kid.”

She had closed her eyes, reveling in the warmth of your contact. Her features were so soft, so broken in this moment that you resisted the urge to kiss her frown away. Before you could contemplate it, the Ferris Wheel lurched and she gently took her fingers and wrapped them around your wrist, lowering both of your hands into her lap.

“She’ll talk,” Natasha gave your hand a squeeze “give her time.”

Natasha cleared her throat as the cart neared the end of its journey. She pulled away entirely, her arm still along the back of the seat. When she leaned closer, you could feel the weight of the gun in the inside pocket of her jacket. Seriousness had lidded over her eyes once more.

“We have a job tonight, and I want you to come along.” She said, breath hot on your collarbone.

You were suddenly snapped back to reality. Natasha was in fact the head of a crime ring that you had unwittingly stumbled into. Up until now, aside from the brutal beating, it had almost felt like child’s play. She’d relearned you how to shoot, and you knew the very basics of fighting. But, you were far from her Winter Soldier stand in. You weren’t even a toy soldier.

She sensed your hesitancy. “I have a meeting at a restaurant downtown. It’s not going to go south, but if it does, I need you there. You won’t be alone.”

“Clint?” You asked.

She shook her head “guys got a family of his own, he must spend some time with them outside of work hours. Kate.”

You fought back the noise that threatened to escape your throat. You didn’t doubt Kate, but you certainly doubted yourself. You didn’t have your own weapon, and the threat of leaving a restaurant with a bullet lodged between your ribs became very real, very quickly.

She chuckled at that, “I trust her. I trust you. Just stand there and follow her lead. Look hot and intimidating.”

“Is hot really a requirement?”

“Not really, but you pull it off.” There was a switch in her again, one that had been flipped effortlessly as she grabbed the collar of your sweater and pulled you impossibly close. You were nearly sitting in her lap. “Don’t fail me on this, y/n. It’s imperative that you do as you’re told.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

You swallowed thickly as her hands wandered your side expertly. It took you a moment to realize that she had pulled the gun from her own coat and silently transferred it to yours before she released her hold on you. You had admit that you missed the touch instantly.

She stood from the cart when the attendant unlocked the door, reaching her hand out to you. You took it was ease, letting her help you onto the metal dismount. There were no words exchanged as you readjusted the weapon as slyly as you could muster, hands shoved into your pockets a moment later.

“I don’t know what to tell you, dude.” You could hear Darcy’s voice from within the crowds. It was easy to spot them, and you swore you saw the ghost of a smile on Natasha’s face. “The kid kicked both of our asses. Split the difference and pay up.”

“Yeah, fine.” Clint fished out his wallet and placed a couple of bills in Darcy’s waiting palm. “The price of carnival food these days is outrageous.”

Kate had presented you with a leather holster that fit snuggly around your chest and abdomen. She’d tightened the straps, your arms halfway raised. It felt a bit like a dressing room at the mall, her breath hot on your cheek as she tugged the center strap to make sure it was secure.

“Natasha likes us to be presentable.” She handed you a dark jacket to throw over the contraption. “Inconspicuous and deadly. But still presentable.”

You followed Kate’s lead. Natasha was to drive to the restaurant, and the two of you were to follow in a separate car. It was important to stay quiet unless you were spoken to directly by Natasha. Kate seemed at ease on the ride over, drumming her fingers against the steering wheel to an incoherent pop song.

The holster pinched you uncomfortably, but you were so deep into your own fear, your own reluctance, to pay much attention. Kate shot you a look, hard in her nature, and then softer when she glanced at you a second time.

“You’re much too tense” she flicked off the radio, delving you into a comfortable silence. “Lower your shoulders and relax. It’ll be an uneventful night.”

“Right,” you let out a shaky breath “uneventful.”

“Look, I can’t imagine how jarring this is for you. I would have shut down by now, changed my name and gone into witness protection if I was thrown into this life the way you are. Without a choice. But, we can make the best of it and do what we can to protect Natasha.”

“It seems like she can handle herself,”

Kate chuckled “Oh, she can. But she doesn’t keep us around just for protection. It’s a big city, she wants people she trusts. She wants a family. And I know it might not seem like it, but her welcoming you into her inner circle… it’s a blessing. Just like we’d go to bat for her, she’d do the same for us.”

You swallowed the dryness in your throat as Natasha pulled her car to the curb in front of a russet brick building. Kate did the same expertly, shutting off the engine. She clapped you on the shoulder, giving you one more encouraging smile. “One night at a time, y/n. Follow my lead.”

Kate opened the door for Natasha, and you had to keep your jaw from dropping on the ground at the sight of her. Her long leg stretched onto the sidewalk, her hand squeezing Kate’s in return as she helped her from the vehicle.

She wore a maroon dress, one that had a slit down the leg that left little to the imagination. The color matched the shirt Kate had given you earlier, everything orchestrated to a tee. The woman looked at you approvingly before she took striding steps towards the front of the building. Out of habit, you held the door open for you, another look sparkling in her dark eyes.

It was a restaurant that you had never set foot in. There was a sour, yet pleasant, scent of vinegar and cabbage masked with that of freshly baked bread and beef. The walls were painted deep green, black and white photos of rolling hills placed above empty tables.

It was clear what table you were to be led to. There was one in the center of the restaurant that was set up with a bottle of wine, and water. A candle burned in the middle, shading the woman who occupied it with shadows that stretched her delicate features. She wasn’t alone.

The woman had cropped blonde hair at the shoulders. Her hazel eyes were calculating, clocking Kate and yourself immediately. Kate pulled Natasha’s chair back, allowing her to sit before she took a step back. You flanked her sides, arms behind your back and stare trained straight ahead like a sentinel.

“Two,” the woman smiled devilishly, hiding it behind a glass of deep red wine. “Are you compensating for something, or someone?”

The woman who stood much like you did behind her boss was not masking her contempt towards you. She was familiar in an irking way that you paid no mind to. It was in passing, you were sure, but it was one of those itches that would worsen until you could scratch it with your whole hand.

“Not at all,” Natasha replied cooly, “I believe there was something you wanted to discuss?”

“Mm, there was. You know the Maroni property on the west side.” She leaned forward, placing her glass down. Her lips were stained in a dark red that matched Natasha’s dress. “I want it.”

“That’s a horrible way to say please.”

“Natasha, we both know it doesn’t serve you in it’s current position.” She put emphasis on the name.

“I fail to see how that matters. Just giving you the property is out of the question. That’s not how this works, but I do admire your gumption.”

“Then how exactly does, this work?” She narrowed her eyes and leaned forward. Both you and Kate tensed. The vaguely-familiar woman behind Carol shifted on her feet in the slightest movement. “You kill one of my men and offer nothing in return?”

Natasha lifted her eyebrows “Exactly. This isn’t a bartering system, and it never has been. If I give you this building, it will change everything and I’m not much in the mood for a power struggle. What do you need it for?”

She seemed to falter “I don’t have to answer that. I’m offering to buy the property from you.”

“It’s not for sale.”

There was finality in her voice that rocked the room into silence. She hadn’t touched her wine, nor her water, and you figured she wouldn’t. Carol glowered at her, clearly not used to having her endeavors squashed with such ferocity.  

Natasha took a steadying breath. “Is that all? It’s late and I’m tired of your graveling.”

She let out a sigh and crossed her legs, drumming her ringed fingers on the cloth-laid table. The flames in the candle seemed to react to her impatience. Kate’s jaw clenched and unclenched as she leveled the woman behind Carol with a fierce stare.

“I suppose. I want you to remember this moment, Natasha. I offered you a deal.” She stood and dramatically sighed once more. “This could have been easy.”

Kate always kept her eyes on Carol, on the woman who followed behind her with her hands shoved into her pockets. The darkness of a previous scar littered her collarbone. She had the same stare that Bucky had, that same determined anger that came with years of meetings with higher stakes than this.

“Oh, and Nat.” She stopped just short of the door, turning to face the three of you.

Kate reached for her weapon, and out of a blind trust, so had you. It was warm from its housed place against your side. In that moment, you knew that anyone else in the room would be a quicker shot than you. Still, your heart was beating quickly in your throat.

“I don’t know where your Winter Soldier is, but this is a sorry excuse for a replacement.” She laughed, a mean sound. “A kid and a burn-out… you should’ve taken the deal.”

She left without another word, leaving you in a chilling silence. For a few long moments, Natasha stared at the table, at her reflection in the syrupy red wine. Her fingers brushed against the glass, frowning.

“I’m twenty-three.” Kate let out in a single breath, eyes drifting from you.

“Don’t look at me,” You whispered back, “I am a burn-out.”

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[jtargaryen18]

His Inheritance ~ Chapter 31

Part 31: Girl on Fire

Series Masterlist

Words: 6.7k

Pairing: Mobster Steve Rogers x Mobster daughter reader

Warnings: References to mafia, reference to violence and violent acts, references to sexual violence. Strong language, dismemberment, and physical violence. This is a dark fic. Please read responsibly.

Disclaimer: The author of this work claims no ownership of characters aside from the reader, and original secondary characters mentioned. This work is not intended for those under the age of 18 due to explicit sexual content and darker themes. By reading this work or any works on my blog (jtargaryen18), you agree that you are at least 18 years of age. I do not consent to have my work hosted on any third party app or site. If you are seeing this fanfiction anywhere but archiveofourown and tumblr, it has been reposted without my permission.

Summary: For @alexakeyloveloki. Your father is the head of one of the most powerful crime families in Boston but he’s protected you from that life. In your quiet home outside the city, you’ve been cared for and protected. When the desires of a more powerful man with the will to dominate bursts into your life, all your illusions are shattered as he comes to claim what is his.

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When Bucky’s phone rang, it didn’t surprise him. When he saw Kat’s number… They didn’t have plans tonight. Why the hell was she calling?

“Hello,” Bucky said, pausing the cage match he’d been watching.

“Bucky?” Kat sniffled, tears in her voice.

“Yes?”

“I’m at the hospital,” she said, clearing trying not to sob.

“Have you been hurt?” he asked, pulling the lever to sit up in his recliner. “What happened?”

“I’m fine,” she said. “It’s my sister, Paulina.”

Ah. “What happened?”

“She’s unconscious,” Kat managed. “I don’t know what happened. But neither of us have insurance…”

Neither of them was legal residents of the US either. Bucky sighed.

“I’ll send someone down there,” he told her, ready to get back to his fight. Before his hand reached the lever on his chair, she started sobbing in earnest.

“Please,” Kat begged him. “Will you come down here?”

Kat wasn’t usually so needy. Usually, she stuck to their agreement. Something had her shaken up.

“Give me a few minutes,” he said before hanging up. Shaking his head, he shot a text to his men telling them he needed the car ASAP.

Erik Killmonger was there in less than five minutes. He’d been a soldier for the Barnes family for the last five years. The entire time, he’d handled the tasks that he was given. He never failed, followed orders to a fault, and was always quiet and respectful, Bucky’s three favorite qualities in a soldier.

Erik’s ambition had been obvious from the beginning. It was in the confident way he walked, the efficient way he took care of business. It was there when he asked Bucky if he could serve him personally. Since then, he had Erik reporting directly to Hansen, and he showed the same respect to him.

The two men were comparable in their abilities, evenly matched when it came to killing a man. But where Hansen liked to put on a show and preen around, psychologically breaking down his prey, Erik was silently lethal. Bucky had to wonder if half of the men he’d sent him to kill even saw him coming.

Now that Hansen was wherever the fuck Hansen was, Bucky didn’t believe for a fucking minute the bastard was dead, Erik was his top lieutenant. Maybe he should have been all along.

He’d put the man in charge of finding Hansen. Erik knew him better than he did. Bucky’s only request was that Hansen be brought in alive. Bucky wanted to kill the fucker himself. The betrayal signed his death warrant. The fact that Hansen thought he was going to just make off with the woman Bucky coveted, the bright jewel in the crown he'd soon wear... Bucky was just sorry he could only kill him once.

“Where we off to?” Erik asked, ready to go.

“The hospital,” Bucky said, following him out to the garage. “Kat’s sister is there. I don’t know what happened yet.”

Erik held the door open for Bucky to climb in the back of the huge SUV. Walking around, Erik took a seat in the front next to the driver.

Bucky caught Zemo’s gaze in the rearview mirror. “We’re going to the hospital. St. Agnes," he told him.

When they reached the hospital, pulling up to the door at the ER, Zemo again met his gaze in the mirror. “Should you be going in there, boss?” he asked respectfully.

“He can go wherever he wants,” Erik said, opening his door. “Nothing’s going to happen to him.”

Damn right. Very soon, Bucky would be the goddamn king of Boston.

He waited while Erik inquired about Paulina, speaking to the older woman at the emergency room desk. His man led him past the desk, swiftly through a maze of corridors until they found Paulina’s room. Kat looked grateful when they arrived, her dark eyes still shiny with tears when she opened the door.

Paulina lay in the hospital bed, curled in on her side. Her hair was a wild tangle around her head and her face was streaked with makeup and tears.

“What happened?” Bucky asked, moving to stand at the foot of the hospital bed. Erik closed the door, staying close to it.

“We went shopping,” Kat explained in her tear-filled voice. “Our car dropped her off first at her apartment building. And then… I w-went home.”

“So she was attacked in her apartment?” Bucky asked.

“I didn’t see it happen,” Kat went on. “But she didn’t make it into her apartment. Someone found her in the hallway… One of her neighbors called an a-ambulance.”

Great. More people in his business.

“My number was the emergency contact on her phone,” Kat went on. “They called me.”

“I’m sorry this happened, Kat,” Bucky said, his patience slipping. “But you didn’t need me to come down here to pay the bill.”

“What if this wasn’t random?” Kat asked.

“What else would it be?” he countered.

“Steve,” she said. “I think Steve is behind this.”

Bucky shook his head. “Why would you think Steve had anything to do with this?”’

“Why?” Kat threw her hands up. “Isn’t it obvious? With everything you’ve done to him? With you taking me away from him? He’s hitting back.”

That had Bucky chuckling. Yeah, he’d put Rogers through some things. And it wouldn’t be long until he finished Rogers, put him and his fucking family down and took the lead that should have been his when the old boss died.

“Yeah, he’ll try.” Bucky stared her down. “But what does that have to do with you and your sister? I didn’t take you away from him. You were all over me when he threw you off to get married if I remember correctly.”

Kat looked affronted. “You took me away from him. Paulina? She was seeing his consigliere.”

“Still not seeing a connection,” Bucky told her, ready to end the conversation.

Ready to end things with her period. Pretty soon, he wouldn’t need Kat.

“Banner betrayed him,” she said. “Maybe that’s why they went after Paulina.”

It was plausible. But why hit his family there? As Kat pointed out, Paulina had been Banner’s side piece. Banner was out of the Rogers’ family and no longer any use to the Barnes family. Honestly, Banner was lucky Rogers let him live. But messing with Banner’s mistress after the fact? It didn’t make sense.

It wasn’t Rogers’ style.

That reminded him. Banner had been laying low on Stark’s turf after Rogers ousted him. Then he’d disappeared. Bucky made a mental note to follow up on that.

“Did anyone see who did it?” Erik asked. “Did the neighbor see anything?”

“No,” Kat told them. “They just found her. Beaten… Don’t you understand? She wasn’t robbed or violated or anything else. Just beaten. To hurt her was the point. What else could it be? Am I next?”

Bucky moved closer to Kat, taking her chin in his fingers. She trembled in his grasp, and he knew she was scared. He wanted her to be.

“Pain and death are always the point,” Bucky whispered, gazing into her eyes. “But Steve’s not after you, Katerina. He’s not after you sister.”

Releasing her, he watched indignation and hurt bleed into her expression.

“When Rogers strikes at me,” he explained, “he’ll make it hurt. He’ll make it personal.”

“This is personal,” her voice was rising. “This does hurt.”

“You and your sister maybe,” Bucky told her. “It’s not personal for me. It doesn’t hurt. I’d have to care about you and your sister for this to hurt me and I don’t.”

Tears slid from her eyes now. “You’re wrong.”

Bucky moved closer to the woman on the bed. Her makeup was a mess but on closer inspection, there were no cuts on her face. There could be bruises under the makeup, he supposed. Pulling back a tangled section of her hair revealed her throat. No bruises there or any injuries at all.

Kat said she was beaten. Were they fucking with him?

Grabbing the edge of the blanket covering the woman, he pulled it back to reveal her unconscious form covered by a thin hospital gown with shorter sleeves. He half-expected her arms and the rest of her to be unmarked as well. He was all ready to flip shit on Kat and her sister for wasting his time.

Paulina’s arm? That was a different story. The bruises were red and angry, lacing up from her forearm like macabre artwork. The gown opened at the back, and she lay on her side facing him. Throwing the blanket back, he leaned over to look at the woman’s back. A wild patch of pink and red marks covered most of it. The one contusion right where her kidney was? That had him wincing.

Tomorrow, her skin would be purple, black, and blue and she’d be feeling it. Shaking his head, he pulled the blanket away from the rest of her. More evidence of the beating she’d taken over thighs and upper shins. Nothing close to the ankle…

Kat, still lost in her indignation, glared at him as she grabbed the blanket to cover her sister up again.

“Still think this is random?” she asked, still swiping away tears.

Bucky shrugged as he headed for the door. “I’ll handle the billing,” he said over his shoulder as he walked out.

The entire situation should have left his mind never to return the minute he was back in his car and headed home. Bucky just couldn’t get his mind off it. It was just so off. Why was it done? What did it mean?

Was it a message for him?

***

After finishing his run, Bucky headed for his study to check messages before getting a shower.

“Bucky?”

He jumped at how off-guard she’d caught him. There Kat stood in the door of his study, looking like a deer caught in headlights. Her big dark eyes were on him, a shiny red shopping bag dangling from her manicured fingers.

“What the fuck are you doing here?” he asked irritably. He didn’t like her coming by his house uninvited. She knew that.

“I’m sorry.” She looked it.

As he stood watching her, a sweaty mess behind his desk, she meekly approached him. Stopping on the other side of his desk, she carefully placed the bag on the top of his desk between them.

“It’s for you,” she said forlornly. “Thank you for helping Paulina.”

Blowing out an exhale, he looked at the bag. “She out of the hospital yet?”

Kat nodded. “She’s home. Resting. I’m staying with her since we don’t know who did this… or why.”

Bucky hated wasting the manpower but in the off-chance Kat was right… “I’ll send someone to keep an eye on her place for the next couple of days, okay?”

“And mine?” she asked, flashing him a smile.

“You said you were staying with her,” he pointed out. “You stay with her, someone’s looking after you too.”

The smile faded and he couldn’t even feel badly about it. Kat was one of many. He’d had women who were more beautiful, better in bed. She wasn’t unique. She wouldn’t even be memorable.

And she’d served her purpose a long time ago. He took up with her to piss off Steve, to hurt his wife. While Rogers had been pissed and insulted that Bucky brought his former mistress to his wedding, he hadn’t succeeded in his second objective. The new Mrs. Rogers hadn’t been hurt.

No, the daughter of the old boss and the new bride of his enemy had turned out to be a lioness.

Think of that. The girl had been hidden away like Quasimodo in his bell tower, mutilated and not fit for society. That was what he’d always been told about the old boss’s surviving child. His bitch wife, who’d ripped Bucky’s family apart by having an affair with his father, died trying to get out and killed the man’s son. The daughter was never supposed to be anything for Bucky Barnes to be concerned with.

Even so, Bucky hated her. He’d been glad she was disfigured, glad she’d never be out in the world. He’d even toyed around with the idea of paying her a visit once her father died. Taking care of the disfigured little lamb once and for all.

Rogers had executed his plan well. That he was kissing ass to claim the crown, Bucky got that. He had no idea, however, that Rogers planned to marry the boss's daughter who was supposed to be horribly disfigured. Within a week of her father dying, Bucky gets word that she’s engaged to Rogers and the wedding Is being rushed.

When he went to confront Rogers about it, he was surprised to find her alone and barely dressed in the kitchen. She was uncovered enough for him to see there wasn’t likely a scar or blemish on her. She was amazingly beautiful wearing her whore mother’s face with innocent eyes. That first impression of her had him both hard as a rock and ready to commit murder, right there in Rogers’ kitchen.

Rogers knew what he was doing. He didn’t care who she was, that her mother destroyed the Barnes family. Rogers didn’t care about anything but the throne and it was then Bucky decided he’d do whatever it took to take Rogers’ crown, to take him and his bitch wife out.

But he couldn't get her out of his head. Not once he saw her.

Bucky had assumed for most of his life that Mrs. Rogers was his half-sister. The daughter of his father. After meeting her, he looked into it, knowing her father would have had a paternity test done under the circumstances. With a little patience and a lot of money, Bucky had an answer.

Mrs. Rogers was not related to him by blood. The old boss was her father after all.

By the time he figured this out, Bucky had found his attitude toward Mrs. Rogers shifting. Yeah, he could kill her when he destroyed her husband. No one would be surprised or even blame him.

But he’d never met a woman like her. There was a fire, an iron will, buried beneath the persona. Mrs. Rogers was stunning, beautiful. But according to Loguidice, Rogers’ bride wasn’t just a pretty face. There was a beast in her heart. The lioness could handle her husband, win his men’s loyalty, and even fucking shoot Lloyd Hansen which had been hilarious when his lieutenant had to explain it to him.

And she would be Bucky’s at the end of this. It was going to happen.

Glancing at his current mistress, he knew it was past time to end things. But he’d wait until Paulina had mended. Make sure nothing else was heard about that little incident. Then he’d drop the hammer.

“Do you really care so little about me?” Kat asked him, pulling him from his thoughts.

It wasn’t a bad acting job. Bucky smiled.

“Do we really care about each other?” he wanted to know. “Relationships aren’t based solely on love. That’s the movies. Relationships are based on mutual need. You need someone to give you money to maintain your lifestyle and I need sex and occasionally some arm candy. Don’t make this something more than it really is.”

Hooking a finger in the bag, he peeked into it to see a wad of tissue paper.

Kat watched him expectantly.

Grabbing the bag, he pulled out whatever she had wrapped in that tissue paper. It felt odd in his hand, more than one thing. The first thing he encountered was a small jewel box. Setting the rest down, he opened that to see a set of ruby cufflinks winking up at him from the black velvet.

He had to give her credit. She knew his tastes.

“These are nice,” he told her with a grin. “Thank you… What else do we have here?”

Kat’s brow creased as she watched him pick up the wad of tissue still in front of him.

“There was nothing else,” she said, looking confused.

But there was something else. Peeling away the tissue paper, Bucky stared at the fucking fingers – five human fingers – he held in his hands. In disgust, he dropped them onto the desk as Kat covered her mouth with her hand, backing away in horror.

“What the fuck?” he demanded, staring at those digits.

She shook her head. “No,” she said. “I didn’t do that. I didn’t… I feel sick.”

Kat dashed from his study like the devil was chasing her as Bucky muscled his way past the revulsion to study those digits. The fingers of a white man, toughened from work. There was no blood. No rings. No scars or other identifying marks.

Grabbing the bag, Bucky looked to see if there was something else. There was. A business card for a donut shop on Rogers’ turf. He recognized the name of the shop.

Fuck.

Bucky hadn’t ordered a hit on that shop or the girl. No, that was all Hansen who took the girl that worked there. Bucky hadn’t known a thing about it until after Rogers’ faceoff against Hansen who had since disappeared.

Bucky studied the fingers again. Were they Hansen’s? He didn’t think so. Hansen had big hands, he didn’t remember the fingers being slender.

Well, they’d find out.

Fishing his phone out of his pocket, he shot a text to Erik to come right away.

Now he wondered if the attack on Paulina was related. Was it tied to this? Was there more to come?

It would make sense if it was Rogers. But Rogers wasn’t usually so theatrical. He’d hit hard, head on. Anyone who was at odds with him always saw him coming. In his defense, he always hit really fucking hard.

This? It was puzzling. And not Rogers’ style at all.

What game was he unwittingly playing? And with whom?

***

The tap at the door pulled Bucky away from trying to catch up on his investment portfolio, sheets scattered all over his normally immaculate desk. His mind wasn’t on it. He’d been pretending to look at the numbers for damn near an hour.

Erik looked as tired as Bucky felt. He was hoping his lieutenant had some news for him. The episode earlier with Kat and the dead man’s fingers still had him rattled.

“Found out who those fingers belonged to,” Erik got right into it. “Belonged to one of Hansen’s men. One of our guys found the rest of him in a dumpster on your turf. The prints matched.”

Bucky nodded. Hansen likely had the guy pick up the donut shop girl for him. And the ax fell on him because they didn’t get Hansen. Bucky nodded. It was something he’d do.

The donut shop girl. What did she know, if anything, about everything going on? Maybe he should chat with her.

“Hansen’s still alive,” Buck said flatly.

Erik nodded. “There’s no proof he’s not.”

“Anything else?”

His man’s dark-eyed gaze met his. “I sent men looking for Banner, but it looks like he skipped town.”

A wise move on the man’s part.

“You don’t think he targeted Paulina, do you?” Erik asked.

Bucky shook his head. “Not with that temper of his. If Banner decided to do that, she would know it was him. He’d make sure she knew it was him.”

Scrubbing a hand through his hair, Bucky leaned back in his office chair, tried to relax. To think. “Any word on Rogers?”

“You knew Hansen and Frankenstein grabbed Dyson to draw Rogers out,” Erik said.

“Frankenstein?” Bucky asked.

“Neal Logiudice,” Erik explained. “Pop some bolts on his neck and he looks like Frankenstein.”

Bucky snorted. He could see that.

“Then he was supposed to off Dyson and Logiudice,” Erik continued. “Grab Rogers if he could. Hansen changed the plan. He drew Mrs. Rogers out instead of her husband.”

Bucky was still furious about what happened. Dyson would never betray Rogers and Logiudice was collateral damage. The move was meant to break Rogers down. Dyson’s loss on top of Logiudice’s betrayal would demoralize him. Bucky thought it might just finally finish his rival off.

Instead, Mrs. Rogers showed up, playing right into Hansen’s hand. Then her husband showed up and he brought friends. A shootout ensued. Rogers, his wife, and Dyson made it out. So did Hansen and Logiudice, apparently. And Bucky was out several men. Several good men.

“Does anyone know?” Bucky pressed. “Was Rogers shot?”

“Most likely,” Erik told him. “There’s different versions of the story. Some say he got shot. Some say Dyson got shot. Other say Mrs. Rogers was shot to protect Dyson and Rogers got shot trying to shield her.”

Rolling his eyes, Bucky blew out an exhale. Needless to say, whoever did or didn’t get shot in Hansen’s grand fuckup was a moot point. Rogers was fine. He’d apparently had enough of Bucky fucking him and now he was firing back at the Barnes’ family.

There was nothing altruistic about their chosen business. You were either a ruthless bastard or dead. Back when they were both younger and coming up under their fathers’ wings, Steve Rogers had been a cocky, dangerous bastard and Bucky always hated all the attention he got. How Rogers always got away with everything.

Bucky always knew that the minute his father was gone, the minute it was just him calling the shots, that Rogers would fail. Then he’d found another mentor in the former leader of the five families but that didn’t last, and he died too. Bucky just knew that without the mentorship of better men, Rogers wouldn’t make it on his own. He was one hell of a soldier, terrifying if he came after you. But a leader?

Still, something was different. So far Rogers had pulled himself out of the trap Bucky set for him with Hansen, sent him the fingers of one of Hansen’s men in Kat’s little gift bag, and maybe had someone beat the shit out of Paulina, Kat’s sister.

While Kat swore to him she had nothing to do with the fingers, Bucky wasn’t leaving anything to chance. He had her taken to her sister’s place and there she would stay under close watch. He didn’t think either woman had anything to do with whatever the fuck was going on. But he’d keep them under glass for now to make sure.

Rogers?

There was an underlying menace to sending Bucky the dead man’s fingers. It wasn’t just the barbarism of the act. It was multifaceted. It was Rogers letting Bucky know that he knew about the donut shop girl and exactly who abducted her. It was knowledge that she’d been taken under Bucky’s command even if it wasn’t his personal decision. It was accusatory and direct.

It left him feeling unsettled. Bucky had been so close to shutting Rogers down, to finally taking everything he wanted.

And now? Well, he sure as fuck couldn’t slow down now. He couldn’t let Rogers even the score.

“My Vinny’s gotten here yet?” Bucky asked. He’d sent out for food from his favorite restaurant. Vinny’s was the best Italian restaurant in all of Boston and the owner's brother was one of Bucky’s best soldiers.

“I’ll go check,” Erik said, heading off to do that.

It was only a few minutes later that Bucky had his takeout, enjoying it in his recliner while he took in an action movie he’d been wanting to watch. His meal didn’t disappoint. The veal was perfect, just what he’d wanted.

After he’d digested a few minutes, he took his dishes to the kitchen, ready for dessert. The tiramisu was in the fridge and Bucky grinned as he pulled it from its foam box to carefully place it on a plate. With a fresh glass of wine, he returned to his recliner and resumed the movie.

Bucky was two bites in when his fork hit something that felt unexpectedly solid in the layered dessert. Frowning, he worked at using his fork to grab the next bite. But something was wrong. Something was in there…

Taking a closer look, he found something solid in there. Plucking it at with his fingers, he found… meat?

He almost lost his meal to realize that something was the tip of a human ear.

“What the fuck?” Bucky said to himself, his heart starting to race in his chest.

Sitting up in the recliner, he kept digging through the dessert to find an earlobe, just as bloodless as the tip.

It was the dark eye staring up at him that from the bottom that had him screaming, fighting nausea as he slung it all away and sent it flying across the room.

“Fuck me! Fuck me!” he was shouting as Erik and Zemo both raced into the room to see who was killing their boss.

Covering his mouth with a hand, Bucky fled to the bathroom…

***

“I am so sorry,” Erik said for the hundredth time. “I looked in there, but I should have looked a lot closer.”

Soldiers were crawling his house, crawling the grounds. Zemo was at Vinny’s, no doubt tearing the restaurant apart. And he’d specifically requested that Zemo take Vinny’s brother with him. If there was a rat in his ranks or at the restaurant, heads would roll.

Bucky shook his head, sitting in his recliner with his elbows on his knees. He felt like shit. More body parts sent to him set his nerves on edge.

Was it Rogers? If so, he didn’t like the fact that his enemy was running up the score. That really pissed him off. His mind was spinning with the theories forming in his head.

“We’ll try to figure out who those…” Erik shook his head. “Don’t worry about it.”

“Don’t worry about it?” Bucky asked, rising from the recliner to glare at Erik. “That’s all I’ve been fucking doing the last three days. You know?”

Erik didn’t drop his gaze, didn’t back down. Bucky admired his quiet accountability.

But it wasn’t exclusively Erik’s fault. It was on all of them. Even him. No one had ever been able to get him directly. People around him, yes. But never him. Taking another drink of his Scotch, his mind spun webs with his instincts. He was starting to form a few ideas on his current situation.

“Boss,” Zemo called, walking into his living room.

Bucky spotted his man, standing a few feet away with a white takeout carton in his hands. He wasn’t going to like whatever was in the box, he knew from the way Zemo shifted his weight from one foot to the other nervously.

“What is it?” Bucky asked, trying to be ready for anything.

“We went through Vinny’s, and we found this in Vinny’s office,” Zemo explained carefully. “It’s for you. Vinny swears he didn’t see who left it and he doesn’t know anything about it.”

“You believe him?” It was an honest question.

Zemo nodded.

Bucky motioned him forward, not looking forward to his latest surprise with the dark red stains at its bottom corners. He plucked the card off the top. It simply read, “Hint: It’s not Snow White’s.”

Bucky really shouldn’t have been surprised to find what appeared to be a human heart in that box. He really shouldn’t have. Once he started laughing, it was hard to quit. His laughter was manic, a stress response. Something he hadn’t done in years.

It’s not Snow White’s.

Erik looked concerned. “I’ll get on figuring out who that is,” he offered.

Laughing, Bucky sank back onto his recliner, still laughing as he set the carton on his end table like it didn’t have a human heart in it.

“I think… I might know who this is,” Bucky said when he caught his breath. “It’s not Snow White’s. What did the magic mirror tell the evil queen about the heart the huntsman delivered to her? The mirror said it was the heart of a pig.” Laughter threatened to halt his conversation as pieces of the puzzle started to slide together in his mind. “This is the heart of a pig.”

His men didn’t speak, looked like they had no idea what to say to that.

“This is making a little sense now,” Bucky told them. “Erik, you and Zemo stay. Everyone else, fuck off.”

The soldiers cleaning and checking everything cleared out fast while Erik and Zemo moved closer.

“Who do you think that is?” Erik asked.

“That?” Bucky pointed to the carton. “That’s the heart of a pig. I’ll be really fucking surprised if it’s not Bruce Banner.”

Zemo’s brows shot up. Neither man spoke.

“Kat was right,” Bucky said. “This is Rogers hitting back. But… it isn’t.”

Rising from the chair, Bucky started pacing. Both men watched him in silence.

“Think about each incident,” Bucky told them as he paced. “Paulina was attacked. Then the fingers, eyes and ears, now the heart. All of it’s personal. It’s very, very personal.”

“Personal?” Zemo asked.

That stopped Bucky. “Don’t you see? Paulina was Banner’s side piece. Someone did a number on her.”

“In a way that could be covered up,” Erik muttered.

“Yes!” Bucky pointed to him. “Exactly. Hold that thought… And now, here’s the cheating, deceitful pig’s heart.” He continued pacing. “The tiramisu? I think that must be Logiudice. He was my eyes and ears in the Rogers household.”

Understanding lit up Erik’s face. “What about the fingers? That guy?”

Bucky shook his head. “The guy Hansen sent to kidnap the donut shop girl isn’t the point.”

“What is the point, boss?” Zemo asked.

“Each of these messages were sent on Rogers’ behalf,” Bucky explained. “But I don’t think they are from the man himself. No, this is someone else… All three messages have one thing in common… A woman scorned.”

Erik nodded, listening. He was always quick on the take. Zemo still looked confused.

“Bruce Banner was married to Rogers’ sister, but she didn’t love him,” Bucky told them. “She loved her high school sweetheart, Clint Barton. Banner knew this. That's why he’d beat his wife where it didn’t show. It's why he shot Barton.”

“Then,” Bucky stopped in front of Zemo. “Hansen got away but I was sent the fingers of the man who took the girl from the donut shop by Hansen’s order. Hansen was my right-hand man. A reminder of the wrong done to that woman.”  

“Explain Logiudice,” Erik said.

Bucky smirked at him. “Oh, I can. He betrayed Mrs. Rogers herself right before we grabbed Dyson. Her husband had restricted her to their bedroom he was so pissed..” An idea with merit.

“You think a woman gave these orders?” Zemo looked puzzled.

“Maybe,” Bucky muttered, as something occurred to him. “I need to talk to one of these women first.”

“Who?” Erik asked.

“I need you to find the girl from the donut shop,” Bucky told them. “I need to see if she knows anything we don’t before I make any decisions.”

***

Bucky was both surprised and pleased to see the girl waiting for him. The park this time of day was quiet with only one man walking his dog, and she was sitting on the bench by the giant sandbox, just as he instructed her.

When he walked around, she didn’t look up. Hell, she probably had no idea who he even was. He didn’t mind keeping it that way. There was no reason she needed to know anything else about their world. All she had to do was be nice, be cooperative, and he’d help her find her way out of his world.

Carefully, like he was trying not to frighten a doe, he sat a couple of feet away from her on the bench, setting the bookbag he brought with him between his feet.

She didn’t look up until he called her name and then, her eyes were wide in alarm. The lower half of her face was covered by a medical mask, maybe because of the flu going around. She’d made herself small, slouching on the bench with her hands folded on her knees.

He introduced himself just as Bucky, that was all she needed to know. Her cold hand was trembling when she shook his. He knew she was scared, and he didn’t intend to keep her long.

“Thank you for coming,” he said. “I wasn’t sure you would.”

She nodded, her gaze on the floor in front of her.

“I want to apologize to you for what happened,” he said without preamble. “The man who… While he was a soldier of mine, taking you wasn’t an order I gave. I know that doesn’t change a lot for you. But you should know that.”

Again, she just nodded.

“And I do want to help you,” Bucky said slowly, leaning a little closer to her. “I’ve brought you a substantial gift. Enough to help you get back on your feet and back to school somewhere else.”

“What do you want?” she asked quietly.

Bucky grinned. It was a smart question.

“You’re right,” he admitted. “There is something I want. I want to ask you a few questions about your time with him. Will you answer?”

She squeezed her eyes shut at the mention and guilt pricked at him. Hansen was a fucking weirdo, and he could only imagine what he might have done to her. It had him wishing he’d framed the question in a different way. But it was out now so…

“Do you know his name?” Bucky asked her.

“Lloyd,” she said. “Sir.”

Oh, he did not want to know about any of Lloyd’s kinks or hangups.

“He didn’t give you any other names?”

“No,” she said.

“Another man brought you to Lloyd’s house,” Bucky said quietly. “Did you see anyone else. Besides him and Lloyd, in your time there?”

The young woman shook her head.

“Tell me about the day you got out,” Bucky said.

She shrugged nervously. “A man broke down the door and helped me out,” she said. “That’s all.”

Bucky frowned. That didn’t sound right. “You didn’t hear a fight elsewhere in the house? The sound of bullets?”

After a moment, she nodded, still staring hard at the ground before them on the bench. “It was the day before. There was shouting and a fight. Guns…”

So no one found her until the next day. Bucky wasn’t happy about that. None of his men swept the house?

“Where did the other man take you once he got you out?” Bucky asked.

The young woman blew out a long sigh. “To a friend’s,” she said slowly.

He nodded. “I don’t need specifics. I just need to know if you ran into anyone else since you were taken. Did you ever leave his house until the guy got you out?”

She shook her head.

He hated to ask. “Did he let anyone else…”

“No,” she said quickly.

“All right,” Bucky said in a kinder tone. “What can you tell me about the guy who got you out?”

She was still for a moment, before shrugging. “Not much. I wasn’t… trying to look at him.”

“Did you see any women?” Bucky asked. “Any other younger women like yourself, about your size?“ Did she see Mrs. Rogers there?

“No,” she said after a moment. “Why?”

“Why what?” Bucky asked, giving her one last chance to tell him something useful before he handed her the bag of money and told her to get lost.

“Ask about other women?” she asked.

“I was just wondering if you'd seen someone I’m interested in,” Bucky said simply.

“Why are you interested in her?” the young woman asked.

“For many reasons,” Bucky told her as he rose from the bench. “For our purposes here, I’m curious about the part she played in the last few days.”

She sighed again but didn’t move as he stood above her.

Hauling the bookbag off the ground, he held it up for her. It was filled with money, a lot of it, hers for the taking.

“Take this and make a fresh start,” he told her. “But this talk didn't take place. You understand?”

Slowly, she stood, her head ducked making her smaller than him. With a hand, she reached to take the bag from him. She froze. Her hand gripped one of the straps, but she’d stopped moving.

“Oh, God,” she whispered. “I can’t…”

She couldn't take the money?

“I’ve got it,” another female voice came from behind him, with a Russian accent. Before he could turn to see who it was, he felt the blade pierce his clothing, pierce his skin before sliding into his flesh at his side. The fuck?

The pain didn’t subside when the blade was pulled free as he expected. The pain grew in intensity, spreading out from the wound.

Was the blade coated in poison?

The woman in front of him now held the backpack in one hand, pulling the mask from her face with the other. Bucky's pain was breathtaking and had him gasping as he dropped to his knees, gripping his side with his hand and listening to shouts from his men drawing closer.

Bucky stared up in pain and rage at the woman he now recognized as Mrs. Steve Rogers.

“You!” he managed. “You fucking bitch! You’re… You did this?!”

Her eyes were fierce on him. “I did,” she said.

"Evil bitch," he hissed.

"When all of you commit violence, you're protecting your family," she explained angrily. "When I commit violence, I'm an evil bitch."

His gaze darted to the backpack and back.

“And you’re taking the fucking money… too?”

Yelena Belova was there, trying to pull her away.

“I’m giving it to her,” she said as Belova pulled her away. “Just like you wanted.”

Bucky's mind was a mad whirl of thoughts as pain strengthened its grip on him. It was her. Not her husband. Did that mean...?

"Is Steve even alive?" he managed.

She held his gaze. "He is."

"He's not in good shape," Bucky shot back, hating how the pain rendered him unable to wring her neck. "He wouldn't let you... He's bad off if you..."

"We have to go," Belova urged her, grabbing Mrs. Rogers' arm and pulling her behind her in earnest.

“I’m… I'll get you!” Bucky promised, his vision fading to black at the edges. "I'll survive this... and I'll get you!"

"If you survive this," she called back, "Steve will get you."

Then she was gone and his men were there, crowding around him, their shouts fading as he let the darkness claim him.

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Business as Unusual - Chapter 3: The Lesson

pairings: Wanda Maximoff x Natasha Romanov x Reader

word count: 5.3K

warnings(18+only): brief mentioning of Steve Rogers; eventual kate bishop; CEO! Wanda Maximoff; Brief mentioning of Stephen strange; Jealousy; Dom/sub; Domestic Fluff; Eventual Smut; Hurt/Comfort; Childhood Trauma; Mob Boss Natasha Romanov; Smoking; Food; Caffeine Addiction; mention of drugs; Alcohol; Mentions of Violence; mob wife Wanda Maximoff; Angst; NO CHEATING!; all parties communicate; brief Stephen strange slander

Chapter Three: The Lesson

The aroma of freshly brewed coffee fills your soul as you stand at your newly renovated apartment across the street from Wanda and Natasha’s. It’s Saturday, and the movers had swiftly taken everything you owned from your 600 square foot apartment in the city, to your 3,000 square foot apartment in the suburbs. The apartment was massive, and somehow you felt lonely. At least in your old apartment you were able to be alone in your seclusion. You were grateful though, this was the nicest place that you had ever lived. Wanda had insisted that this apartment building was the safest place for you to reside since she and Natasha would be close by if you needed them. 

Flashback to Thursday Night:

“Don’t you mean if you need me?” You giggled as the three of you sat in Russo’s together for dinner. Wanda’s nose scrunches, and she pats your hand with a bit of firmness. Natasha took a sip of her martini. Meanwhile you had opted for a Moscow mule. A classic and a favorite of yours. Citrus was the only way that alcohol could get past your sensitive taste buds. It tasted strong, and you wondered if it was socially acceptable that you were drinking with your bosses. From the way Natasha was knocking back Martini’s it didn’t seem like she cared much. Although, Wanda seemed to give you a curious look when you ordered your mule. You were more than old enough to drink. Despite still getting carded, you were more than halfway through your twenties. Maybe Wanda took you as the type to not drink? Perhaps this will be the only drink you should have around them ever, you think to yourself not wanting to tarnish their image of you already.

“Oh honey, we are here for you just as much as you are here for us,” Wanda’s words hang in the air around you for a few seconds. A sense of relief  washes over you. You couldn’t remember the last time someone told you that they care about you. You fight the urge to turn into an emotional pile of mush in your seat. Natasha sets her drink down, and looks at you long and hard.

“We mean that. Anything you need, Moya dorogaya. It’s yours,”  You have no idea what she just called you, and yet the skin of your cheeks tinges the slightest bit pink.

“Plus, Kate and Yelena live in the same building. If we aren’t around, well, they are usually there.” Wanda giggles looking over at Natasha. You follow Wanda’s gaze and see Natasha fake gagging. You snort at the sight of the most stunning woman you've ever seen acting so incredibly human. Natasha’s eyes flash, and a grin spreads across her face as she looks at you. The sound of your laughter catching her off guard.

“I don’t understand, why are you throwing up?” You ask before picking apart another breadstick with your fingers. Wanda gives you a chastising look. She already scolded you about not filling up on too much bread. You knew that you were ignoring your meal, but if you were being honest, you had about five pieces of Gnocchi before giving up. The texture made you nauseated. The dish was very tasty, but it was too chewy for your liking. Unfortunately you had always been like this, food was good until it was inedible. Natasha, who was halfway through her steak, reaches over with her fork, and picks a piece off your plate. 

“Well, Y/N,” Natasha says with a mouth full of Gnocchi. Wanda looks disapprovingly at Natasha as she speaks with her mouth full, “When a woman and a woman love each other very much,” Her voice takes on a stern tone. The bread drops from your hands onto your plate. Mouth popping open, you stammer, 

“Okay! Okay!” You nearly shout, waving your hands in front of you, cheeks now blazing hot. Natasha wiggles her eyebrows at you, and she chuckles. Wanda on the other hand is still trying to fight back her giggles. She wants you to eat, and you know that. Therefore you will banter as much as possible with Natasha until Wanda gives up. Still, mortified, you hide your face in your hands.

“I get it now,” You mumble into your palms, peering at the two of them through the spaces between your fingers. Natasha carefully reaches over, and with a gentle tug, she pulls your hands away from your face,

“Don’t hide from us. I like looking at you,” Her hand rests in yours for a moment, and you think she might keep her hand in yours. Her thumb methodically stoked the back of your hand. A man in a suit approaches the table. You realize it’s Natasha’s bodyguard.

“Yes, Clint?” Natasha sighs clearly not enjoying his interruption. He leans down, and whispers something into Natasha’s ear. Her eyes flicker over to Wanda, who has now forgotten your untouched food. Natasha lets go of your hand, and pushes away from the table. Instinctively you flex your fingers, feeling the spaces between them where Natasha’s had just been. 

“Excuse me ladies, it looks like the owner would like a word with me,” Natasha looks at Wanda, and then back at you, her voice is stern as she speaks,“Y/N, if you’d like something else to eat please order that. No more breadsticks, you hear me?” Your mouth pops open at her bold statement. Nodding angrily, you pick up your fork, stab a piece of gnocchi, and pop it into your mouth. Mentally you gag at how cold it's become.

“Good girl, I’ll be right back.”  She winks, and follows Clint away from the table.

You look up at Wanda who is taking a sip of her wine. She’s already staring at you. When you swallow the piece of gnocchi, she smiles.

“Would you like something else to eat, Y/N?” Your gaze drops again to the food, and you know that if you take another bite. Since you’d probably vomit immediately you hold off. Shifting uncomfortably in your seat you don’t meet Wanda’s eyes again. Your silence becomes deafening.

“Hey now, are you feeling alright?” Wanda reaches over, placing a hand to your forehead. Of course she thinks you don’t feel well. Normal people don’t gag because of the texture of their food. 

“I-I have this th-thing. I’m n-not sure why it happens.” You pause to grimace at your stutter. It was so embarrassing. Wanda waits patiently for you to continue. Taking a few deep breaths first, and then you continue, “Certain foods will get cold or gross a quarter or halfway through eating them, and I can’t finish the meal without feeling like I’m going to be sick.” You refuse to look up. Not quite looking at your plate, and not exactly ready to look up at Wanda. Almost as if your napkin is the most interesting thing you’ve ever seen. 

“Detka, why didn’t you tell me?” Wanda reaches over and lifts your chin so that you’re staring directly into her eyes. Her green orbs shimmer with the faint light of the lit candle on the table. You rub your sweaty palms against the fabric of your slacks. Did she know the effect she had on you? 

“I didn’t want to disappoint you, and I didn’t want you to think I was lying to you.” You admit. Wanda lips press together into a frown. She doesn’t like that answer, but she knows that you are telling her the truth. 

“Never, thank you for telling me. I know it wasn’t easy for you to tell me that. You don’t have to eat that anymore.” Sighing from relief you turn back to your bread. Wanda plucks it from your fingers. You cannot help but let out a small whine. Her eyebrows raise in surprise. 

“Ah ah, I’m getting you a menu, and you can pick something else. You will be starving by the time you get home if you just have bread.”

“Can I have Cannoli?” Your face lights up, and you attempt to give Wanda puppy dog eyes. Her features waiver for a moment between stern and something so much softer. 

“Y/N, that’s very cute, but no. After you eat real food. We will order you cannoli,” You frown, and immediately retort,

“What if I pay for it?” Your need for sugar or caffeine is growing rapidly.

Wanda cracks up as if that’s the most ridiculous thing you’ve ever said to her. She takes another sip of her wine, clearly enjoying your failed attempts. Her head tilts as she looks at you. 

“Not an option,” she says, and you huff, feigning anger. Wanda pretends to pout at you, and you stifle your laughter. Whatever this moment you were sharing was… a small part of you didn’t want it to end.

“Fine, if I must, Can I please have the minestrone soup?” You ask sheepishly, and Wanda smiles at you. Happy to hear that you want to eat something other than bread or sugar. 

“Yes, and you can have 1 breadstick with it.” You grin as the waitress brings you the cup of soup, and takes away your gnocchi. 

You’re finished with the soup by the time Natasha returns. Her face looks exhausted as she sits back down. Immediately she notices the empty bowl in front of you. 

“Good job,” Natasha doesn’t ask questions about the gnocchi. She just reaches over and ruffles your hair, and you glow under her praise. Wanda gives your hand a squeeze of encouragement as the three of you exit the building. Clint trails behind you all. You keep wondering why Natasha and Wanda need a security detail, but you Figure that that’s a question for another day.

Saturday Morning:

Standing in the kitchen now you wish that you had someone to share a cup of coffee with. Wanda and Natasha were probably still asleep considering that it was Saturday morning. 

Despite your urge to hide underneath the blanks all day, or disappear to the laundromat (thanks to Nat you had in unit laundry now). You decide to unpack, and put on your favorite Spotify playlist. 

The apartment is spacious, the kitchen open concept. Never in your life did you think that you would have exposed brick, and granite countertops. Wanda insisted on hiring their cleaning woman to come through and clean once a week for you. You make a list of groceries, and consider making a trip to the store when you realize that you don’t even know where the closest grocery store is.

“Shit,” you grumble when you Google the closest grocery store. 5 miles away. If you could drive you would be able to get there easily. You desperately don’t want to bother James on the weekend. He would pick you up, no questions asked. But out of an abundance of courtesy to his personal life you decide against calling him. Your stomach growls, and you decide to throw on a pair of jeans, and a faded Nintendo t-shirt. You take the elevator to the lobby, and the doorman stops you as you attempt to walk by.

“Miss. Y/L/N?” The gentleman looks to be about your grandfather's age. You smile kindly at him. 

“Yes?”

“Ms. Belova is looking for you,” He points to the elevators, indicating that you probably should head to Yelena and Kate’s apartment.

“Oh! Is she home?” You whirl, and your chest tightens from anxiety. Suddenly your outfit feels very casual and uncool. Briefly, you wonder if you should change before heading upstairs to see Yelena.

“She just headed upstairs about 5 minutes ago.” You opt against changing your outfit, in part because you think all of your “Cool” clothes are dirty, and partly because you only have about 1 cool outfit.

You nod your head, and thank the kind older gentleman. Immediately you speed walk back to the elevators. The elevator takes you all the way up to the Penthouse where Yelena and Kate live. Natasha had been sure to leave Kate’s number with you in case you couldn’t reach Yelena. When Wanda asked if you had emergency contacts in your phone, you admitted (rather shyly) that you did not have an emergency contact. Since going no contact with your father two years prior. 

For a brief period of time your ex-girlfriend had been your emergency contact, but after she decided to move across the country, leaving you with a broken heart… let’s just say you didn't have her number anymore. Before the doors open the speaker goes off in the elevator: 

“Yes?” You fidget before you hit the button to reply. The girl’s voice is kind and curious.

“Hi, uh this is Y/N. I was told that Yelena was looking for me.” Your voice comes out confident. Maybe this would go exactly the way that you wanted it to. Perhaps you’d even gain two new friends.

“Oh!! No way! Hold on!!” The voice says back, and suddenly the elevator doors fly open. A girl who looks to be somewhere around your age greets you. Her long black hair is pulled back into a messy bun. A long black cardigan covers her ash gray t shirt and black leggings. 

“Hi!! I’m-” 

“Kate Bishop, who is here?” Yelena calling her fiancé by her full name makes you grin. Somehow this doesn’t surprise you. Yelena barked your full name across the office whenever she saw you. Steve hated it, but it made you laugh. Anything to push Steve’s buttons, or really get under anyone’s skin, Yelena would do. If there was a staff meeting that Yelena was presenting at, you knew she was handing out some kind of snack, and giving snarky remarks to the older staff. She had a sense of confidence that you admired. Yelena walks into the foyer wearing her hair free flowing down her back. 

You take in Yelena’s outfit with subtle surprise. A tight black choker around her neck, black Skinny Jeans, black cut off, and leather jacket. Her work outfits were drastically different from this outfit. Her combat boots gave her a couple of more inches, but still she wasn’t as tall as Kate. Maybe Yelena could take you shopping. Wanda had offered to buy new clothes. Begrudgingly you declined since the thought of a fashion show for your boss (who makes you flustered at any given moment) felt like a bad idea.

“Kate,” she shakes your hand, and you smile at her. Kate is taller than you by at least 8 inches. 

“Y/N,”

“I know, I’m so happy to finally meet you! I’ve heard so much about you,” 

Your cheeks flush pink, and you wonder what exactly Yelena was telling Kate about you. Yelena eyes you, and turns her head slightly. She wraps an arm around Kate’s waist, and all you can think about is Natasha gagging the night before. 

“Ah yes, y/n y/l/n,” 

“Yelena,” you smile as Kate babbles on about how happy she is that you decided to visit, and how unfair it is that everyone got to meet you before she could. You think Kate is funny, and the polar opposite of Yelena. Yelena is playful of course, but she is so serious 75% of the time. Around Kate though, Yelena feels like a real person. You are perched on an island bar stool in their kitchen. Coffee mugs in your hands, when Kate tells you the story of how she and Yelena met.

It had been at a hotel bar. Kate's mother was holding a fundraising event, and R&M Industries were guests that night. Apparently back in the day, Wanda and Natasha dragged Yelena out to everything with them. Kate, who had been nursing a drink all night, watched Yelena beat some guy in darts. When the guy pulled a knife on her suggesting that Yelena hustled him, Kate had jumped by kicking the knife from his hands. Yelena, of course, was impressed with Kate's assistance, and bought her a drink afterwards. 

“Y/N, shall we start our self defense training today?” 

“Oh uh, y-yes?” The question had caught you off guard. Self defense training already? You swallowed hard, realizing that you had just agreed to let Yelena (most likely) kick your ass today.

“Good, I’m assuming you’ve never been in a fight before.” Yelena says nonchalantly before biting into a piece of toast. You see that Natasha isn’t the only sister that speaks with their mouth full.

“Babe,” Kate said in disbelief.

“Kate Bishop, look at Y/N. Can you honestly say that Y/N could even hurt a fly?”

Kate smacks Yelena’s arm, and Yelena scoffs and looks at her, shock filling her features, “what was that!” Kate snickers, and flashes you a smile. 

“I apologize for her lack of manners,” feeling bashful you run your hands over your arms, and admit that you’ve never been in a fight before. 

“I have killed flies though,” You snicker, and Yelena laughs with you. 

“You seriously have never had anyone hit you before? Not even by accident? ” Kate cannot believe it. You don’t know how to tell the two girls that you had been hit before, but not by a stranger. You run a finger along the faint scar on your temple. A flash of a dozen memories from your childhood playing in your mind. 

“No,” You lie with a small smile, and then add, “But I would like to learn how to protect myself,” Yelena grins, and Kate shakes her head at her fiance. 

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This is how you find yourself lying face up on a mat in the gym of your apartment complex. Yelena peers down at you. She pushes a few beads of sweat from her eyes. 

“You do not give up, I will give you that Y/N  L/N,” Her thick Russian comes through more with a mouth guard in, “it’s kind of impressive how bad you are,” She helps you to your feet, and Kate hands you your water bottle. 

“We will work on your strength. Every day we will meet here at 5 a.m., run 3 miles, and weight training for an hour.” Yelena says before taking another drink, “We will do combat training three days a week,” In an attempt to hide your grimace you take a long sip of your water. Your muscles are screaming as you think about  a 7 day workout regime with Yelena. Internally, you are kind of excited to put on some muscle. Right now though, you just want another cup of coffee. Exhaustion setting in quick.

“I’ll be there too.” Kate says placing a reassuring hand on your shoulder. There was a kinship you felt with Kate, as if she had been the underdog at one point as well. 

“Natasha too, and I know how much you’d like to have her arms around you, Y/N.”  Yelena winks at you, and you turn scarlett. Blinking once, twice, and then handing your water bottle back to Kate. A hail mary to change the subject, you turn to Yelena, motioning her forward. 

“Let’s go again,” You crouch in the stance that Yelena showed you half an hour prior. Yelena shakes her head and laughs before matching your position. 

“Yelena, she’s had enough,” Kate warns, standing between you both.

“She’s a big girl Katie, she’ll know when she’s had enough,” You nod, agreeing with Yelena. Yes, you would know when you had enough, and you weren’t there yet. You were like 80% sure you could handle another round. 

“Alright,” Kate takes a few steps back, “Ready… Go!” With one swift movement, Yelena roundhouse kicks your chest, and you fly backwards. The air escaping from your lungs. Your ankle twisting as you fall backwards onto the mat. The sound that escapes your mouth is so childlike that you are shocked. You groan and reach for your ankle. The pain shooting through the joint.

“Shit!” Kate says as she rushes to your side, “Y/N, are you okay?”

“My ankle, ouch-fuck,” you groan cupping your hands around your right ankle. The joint is now twice its normal size.

“Ah - I am sorry, I seem to have forgotten how bad you are,” Kate flashes a horrified look at Yelena. Yelena bites her lip as she kneels down to your level. Her eyes grew more concerned with each passing moment.

“Nat’s going to kill you!” Kate squeaks from your side. 

“Wanda’s going to kill you, sestra,” Natasha’s voice pierces through the gym. Yelena’s eyes flash as Natasha rushes over to you. She’s wearing Lululemon leggings, and a double needle pocket tank top with a zip up hoodie. Her sneakers don’t make a sound as she runs across the linoleum gym flooring.

“Sestra, she asked to keep going. What was I supposed to say?” Yelena says with a bit of panic in her voice. Her eyebrows pull together ever so slightly. 

“You say, ‘no, y/n you’re not prepared to fight me, I am literally trained in Boxing, Capoeira, Karate, Kickboxing, Krav Maga, Kung Fu, Muay Thai, and Tae Kwon Do.’” Natasha’s arms immediately prop you up against her. You’re seeing stars, but you are also hyper aware of Natasha’s arms around you. Yelena rolls her eyes when she sees that you are blushing.

“Do you need ice?” Kate asks  you to try to stop the world from spinning. 

“Yes, and have Clint call Wanda. Have her meet us at y/n’s apartment.” Yelena begins to mumble something about finishing her workout, and Natasha snaps her head up.

“No way, you’re going to tell my wife what exactly happened.”

Wanda bursts into your apartment to see you sitting with an iced ankle on the couch in the living room. Natasha is attempting to find you something for lunch. Yelena Sat on the floor casually handing you m&ms from a small tube. You weren’t mad at Yelena. She was right, you didn’t know your limits. It was a lesson well learned. Kate had excused herself to go walk Yelena and Kate’s dog, Lucky. Wanda’s eyes landed on Yelena, and you could tell she was pissed. Her anger radiated off of her, and you swore she would have had choice words with Yelena if you had not been there. 

“Hi,” your voice is small, and Wanda looks up at you. You smile weakly at her, and her anger melts. She makes her way over to you on the couch, your foot is propped up on the auto man.  

“Sweet girl, look at you.” Yelena’s phone begins to ring, and she jumps to her feet. Before her escape, Wanda reaches for Yelena’s wrist and visably squeezes. She winces at the pain. 

“Ow,” 

“We will speak about this later,” Wanda’s manicured nails dig into Yelena’s wrist. Yelena rips her arm free of Wanda’s grasp. Rubbing her thumb over the crescent moon imprints left on her skin from Wanda’s nails.

“Yes, boss.” She says annoyance clearly in her tone, before picking up the call, and exiting your apartment. Wanda begins to fuss with your pillows, and examines your foot. She moves up your face, and looks at your chin, which is healing slowly. This morning you hadn’t bothered to replace the bandaid, deciding that the wound needed to oxidize. 

“It’s my fault,” you say, peering up at Wanda. She shakes her head before tucking a piece of hair behind your ear. You had been the one demanding another round with Yelena. Kate had tried to stop you guys. Always having something to prove, but never being able to show for it. Classic Y/N, wanting to prove yourself, and failing without grace. Yelena was only trying to show you that you have limits, and you clearly didn’t know them. Wanda pinches the bridge of her nose, as if this is the last thing she wants to hear from you. Yelena didn’t deserve to be yelled at though. She could yell at you instead, you deserved it. You can tell Wanda recently showered, her hair slightly damp, and pulled out of her face with a clip. This is the most casual you’d ever seen Wanda dressed. She wears black leggings, a black T-shirt and blue flannel. 

“That’s not possible,” Her voice sounds strained. Natasha, noticing Wanda’s exasperated tone, walks over to the couch

“I don’t know my limits,” You admit softly, staring at your hands in your lap. You begin to pick at the skin around your cuticles. Natasha sits on your other side, she places a hand on yours. Stopping you from picking your cuticles further. She shakes her head at you, “None of that, Detka.” Nodding your head obediently you go back to just staring at your hands.  

“It looks like just a sprain, Wands. She can put pressure on it, but not much.”

“And her chest?” Wanda asks Natasha, both of them leaning forward the slightest bit to look at each other. Natasha appears calm, her red hair braided down her back. Green eyes full of confidence that you will be okay. Wanda appeared composed, but her eyes kept flickering back to your face. To their surprise you speak again, still not looking up,

“My chest is Bruised,” you mumble. You didn’t like how they spoke about you like you weren’t here. Wanda runs a hand through your hair. You look up at her with wide eyes. Her hand lingering on your face, thumb stroking your cheek bone. Her eyebrows knit together in the way they always do when she’s concerned. You feel a bit like she’s babying you. 

“Are you in pain, honey?” She asks, and you want to say yes. And yet, you still want to show Wanda and Natasha you are also capable of becoming total badass. So you lie, your pride winning over your need for comfort. 

“No, I’m tough.” Your lip trembles. Confusion filling your thoughts. Why were you reacting like this? Considering you had experienced a beating 10 times worse than this before. This was child’s play. The feeling in your chest was all too familiar though. It reminded you of sitting in the kitchen of your fathers home. Icing a black eye or a bruised cheek. You never had anyone ask you if you were in pain. The reality is that you’d only known how to nurse your wounds in silence. This dynamic of comfort had you feeling like a fish out of water.

“We never said you weren't tough, Y/N,” Natasha says, eyeing you carefully. Seeing an internal battle behind your eyes as you sat there feeling it all. You take your eyes away from Natasha’s as you stare forward. You need to stop crying right now. You were going to ruin this for yourself. All because you are too much of a wimp, your brain screams at you. 

“Nat, I told you this was a bad idea.” Wanda looks at her wife with a pained expression. Your heart begins to stammer in your chest, as you start to panic. 

“No!” More tears spill over, you turn to Wanda blinking tears down your face, “I can do it I promise. Please, Wanda,”  your voice is full of emotion as you grip Wanda’s t-shirt tight in your fists. You see the small stains of wet tears drop onto Wanda’s gray t-shirt. 

“Hey hey shh, it’s alright. Look at me,” Natasha says, kneeling in front of you. She lightly wraps her hands around your forearms. Applying the right amount of pressure with her fingertips.

“Breathe with me, ready?” She waits for you to nod, “deep breath in,” together, you both breathe in for approximately four seconds, “and out,” you both exhale for another four seconds. Repeating a few times, until your labored breathing calms. 

“Good girl,” you nod your head, feeling shame creep its way into your thoughts. Nat smiles at you, giving your knee a squeeze. 

“I’ll teach her,” Natasha says looking up at Wanda. Wanda nods, silently approving. You stare up at Wanda, and she notices instantly. She pulls you against her in an embrace that you weren’t exactly expecting. She smells warm, and you cling to her like your life depends on it.

“I’m so so sorry I made you cry. I only want what’s best for you, Detka, that’s all,” her embrace is so tight that you wonder from the pressure on your bruised chest. You sniffle and bury your head into her shoulder. Not caring about the pain. She was holding you, and that was all that mattered. Wanda felt like coming home after a long day. 

“I know. I just don’t want to let you down,” you mumble into her shoulder. You can feel the warmth of Wanda's body against yours. Days ago you would have melted into a puddle of mush if Wanda looked at you hard enough. Now here with Wanda and Natasha catching your tears, you felt like for the first time that you were right where you needed to be.  

“Every day you make me proud to know you, Y/N.” She whispers in your ear and you sigh in contentment.

“Alright no more tears, sweet girl. Let’s have something to eat. Yelena was so gracious to give us a box of good old fashioned Mac and cheese.” Wanda rolls her eyes and pulls out of your hug. A small smile on her face, and you wonder if she enjoyed this tender moment as much as you did. 

“How about a pizza?” Wanda says before pulling out her phone. She scrolls through her contacts and starts to call the local pizza shop. 

“Is cheese okay?” She whispers to you, and you nod your head with excitement. You were so hungry that you would’ve eaten the raw noodles from the Mac and cheese box if Natasha let you. The chances of Natasha allowing you to eat raw noodles were slim to none though.

“Garlic knots,” Natasha calls over to Wanda, before putting the leftover Mac and cheese into a Tupperware container. She places it in your nearly empty fridge. 

“Y/N, you have no food?” Nat eyes you from over the couch. You grin, and reply playfully, 

“I have coffee, and ramen noodles, whatever do you mean?” You bat your eyes at her, and she shakes her head chuckling.

“No wonder your skin and bones,” the red head mumbles to herself, before saying louder for you to hear, “After we eat I’m going to the store for you. Text me a list,” you comply, knowing that with the state of your ankle you wouldn’t be able to walk for a bit of time without the assistance of crutches. 

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The three of you eat pizza and garlic knots, and watch Kiki’s delivery service on your brand new flat screen television. Squished between Natasha and Wanda on the couch you feel completely at ease. You definitely could get used to living like this. After the movie ends you are half asleep, your head leaning on Wanda’s shoulder. Eyes still closed you hear Natasha’s voice,

“You stay with Y/N. I’m going to pick up her groceries. I’ve also got a drop with Bucky and Lena around 5 . The crew need me there today.” Natasha’s voice is husky and soft. 

“Please be careful Malaysh, come home to us in one piece,” 

“Of course,” You feel Natasha stand up. Your eyes are still closed feeling the warmth of her body missing. Soft lips press into the top of your head, and you try your best to not squirm from the excitement that courses its way through your body. Wanda hums in approval. Secretly you hope that they can’t hear your heart racing in your chest. Nat’s footsteps begin to retreat toward the front door of your apartment.

“Malaysh?” Wanda calls Natasha softly.

“Yes, love?” Natasha’s voice is fainter now. You can’t help but miss her already. Wanda’s voice sends a chill up your spine when she says,

“Tell Lena that if she hurts Y/N again, I will break every single one of her fingers.”

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Silver Springs Part 1

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Reader

Word count: ~11k

Summary: Wanda tries to leave her mob life behind to start a family with you. 

A/N: This is a crack-ish fic that I wrote because I got bored. Reposting from Ao3 Enjoy.

Warnings: Eventual violence, blood, death, angst, and smut. Not in that order. 

The sound of your alarm blaring makes you roll over with an annoyed groan. You often felt you could never get enough sleep, but lately it’s been particularly bad. You’re typically a solid 8-hour a night person, but you have learned to settle on 6 when you had to, and operate on 5 if the situation called for it.

Last night you’d gotten closer to 5 than 6, but luckily it was a short work day for you since it was Saturday. You also weren’t going to complain when your reason for staying up later involved your beautiful wife. Speaking of your wife, you noticed she wasn’t in bed and you sigh in defeat as you realize she’s already up and working.

You lie in bed for a few minutes to stare out at the spectacular view from your bedroom window. You’re still getting used to living in what is quite possibly your favorite place in the world. You’ve always loved the mountains. You loved the fresh air, the ability to walk for miles without seeing a single road, and the snow. You loved the snow. You couldn’t wait to see it cover everything in sight.

You’re considering a hike later this afternoon when you hear the tell-tale sound of your wife coming up the stairs. Despite only living here for a couple of months, you’ve learned what Wanda sounds like when she walks around the house. Your new modern mountain home was huge with three-levels and way more space than you four needed. The windows practically went to the ceiling in every room, and the rustic touches as well as the outdoor areas made it perfect for you to appreciate the amazing view all around.

“Good morning, detka.”

You smile at the sight of Wanda still dressed in her long t-shirt, one she’d borrowed from you that you never got to wear anymore, and too short shorts. Her hair is thrown up into a messy bun with strands of her red hair falling out, but you swear she’s never looked more breathtaking. You love seeing her relaxed like this and the fact that she’s been more relaxed since your move away from the city makes you even happier. You take the offered coffee with a kiss and sit up before eying her questioningly.

“Morning, Wands. Have you been up long?”

Wanda sighs as she moves to sit next to you on the bed with a nod and you’re reaching out for her before she even gets a chance to answer.

“Only for a couple of hours. Just needed to sort a few things out.”

You hum in acknowledgement but don’t have a chance to say anything in response before the door is opened wider by the other two occupants of your home.

Boone is your 2-year-old German Shepherd that you’ve had since he was a puppy. He was a gift from Wanda who had rescued him from a sketchy situation. She’d never told you the details, but you hadn’t cared when she came home with the 6-month-old, and you’d fallen in love immediately. He’s your baby and you spoil him rotten. Wanda often teases you for it, but she’s honestly no better when it comes to their cat, Fletcher. The grey tabby is another rescue that you brought home from work that Wanda didn’t want anything to do with. This only lasted until the cat fell asleep in her lap one night, and now they’re inseparable.

You greet Boone with a smile and a quick scratch before you realize you need to get out of bed. It’s 7:15, and you need to be at work by 9 for your first appointment. You take a long swig from your cup before you set it on the bedside table as you stand up. You’re thinking of everything you have to do to get ready, but as always Wanda seems to read your mind.

“I already walked Boone, and breakfast is downstairs.”

You stop short of the bathroom to circle back to the bed where Wanda’s still sitting. You have always been grateful that your wife loves to cook because although you’re pretty good at it, you usual prefer to sleep later than take the time to make a decent breakfast.

“You’re the best. Thank you.”

Wanda’s smile widens as you kiss her again, this time you linger for a bit longer but she’s still left chasing after you when you pull away.

“I need to shower. Do you want to join me?”

Your wife smirks and is already standing up to follow you when her phone starts to ring from downstairs. She immediately scowls and despite wanting to ignore it she knows she shouldn’t. You sigh in defeat before shooting her a teasing look as you retreat into the bathroom.

“Maybe next time.”

Wanda simply nods before she hurries downstairs to answer her phone. She’s already wondering who is calling this early, but she doesn’t have to wonder long when she arrives downstairs and sees the caller ID.

“Ugh.”

She pinches the bridge of her nose as she picks up with an annoyed huff. “What is it, Vision?”

Only he called this early, and only he gave her useless updates that could be given to anyone else. She often complained about him to Nat and of course this led to her teasing the redhead about the blonde’s massive crush on her.

When Vision had initially started working for her father, she’d been 18. The older man had immediately taken an interest in her, but she had no desire to have anything but a working relationship with him. He was both socially awkward yet overly confident, and just not her type. She met her type only few years later when she’d been running an errand for her work the local university.

Y/N had been 21 and in her last year of undergrad when she’d met Wanda. She’d been studying animal science and was leaving one of her classes when she’d noticed a stunning brunette with dark make up and piercing green eyes. She’d never been one for subtlety, and she’d run into a door not two feet from the older girl. Wanda had been intensely concerned until she realized that the poor student was blushing furiously. Y/N’s not sure how it even happened from there, but next thing she knows, Wanda was abandoning her boring recon job for the bashful, slightly bruised y/h/c.

Wanda barely listens to Vision as she watches Boone hurry down the stairs after he’s been locked out of the bathroom while you shower. Fletcher’s not in as much of a rush, but unlike the shepherd who takes a detour, she makes her way over to Wanda quickly. The redhead smiles as she watches her cat rub up against her legs.

“-is that alright, Wanda?”

Wanda’s frowning in a matter of milliseconds when she hears the last part of Vision’s question. She tries not to sigh in annoyance because it is too early to lose her temper, and she did promise Nat she’d try to be nicer to him.

“Is what alright?”  

Vision starts describing the staff changes at one of the businesses she owns downtown before she cuts him off with a groan. He did not bother her before 8 am for this. Sometimes she regretted giving him her number all those years ago.

“Vision, you know Kate is the one who decides all of that. Talk to her about it. I have to go.”

She doesn’t give him time to respond before she hangs up on him and promptly drops her phone on the counter. The sound startles Fletcher and she coos in apology before she kneels down to pick up the tabby. She kisses her face and tells her how much she loves her before she has to put her back down. She’s trying to get to your breakfast that Wanda’s set out on the kitchen island, and since she knows how much you hate cat hair in your food, she makes sure to keep Fletcher from it.

Wanda heads to the living room with a sigh, and drops down onto the couch. She listens to the muffled sound of water running upstairs and closes her eyes as she considers her day. She knows that she’ll only have a couple things that need her attention today. She needs to check in with her brother, and then Nat to see how things are going in her absence.

She’s tried to remove herself from the life that she’s known for the better part of 15 years. She practically grew up with the mob, but since her parents’ death, taking over, and meeting you she’s become tired. Wanda didn’t want to live that life anymore. She didn’t want to always be looking over her shoulder, and she didn’t want to put you at risk. After things had become serious between you two, she’d really begun to fear that you’d get caught in the crossfire. She’s made a lot of enemies in the years she’s been in charge of her father’s empire, and the last thing she wanted was them coming after you.

Despite making sure that you could take care of yourself and that you remain vigilant, she still worries about you. You still meet with Nat once a week to train, and Wanda makes a point of taking you to the shooting range once every other month. She hates that she’s had to prepare you for war which is why she decided to leave.

It was a long conversation with you and then an even longer one with her brother, Natasha, Yelena, Steve, basically their entire family. They’d been supportive yet cautiously optimistic because there was no telling how well their rivals would take this. Their tenuous truce with their top rival relied on the flimsy trust they had in one another to stick to their word and pre-arranged dealings.

Once Wanda handed over everything to Pietro, she moved to the mountains with Y/N and truly never wanted to look back. This of course was impossible because her entire family was still there, and she couldn’t simply go cold turkey on something she’d dedicated her life to for years.

You were glad to create a little distance between yourself and Wanda’s enemies, but you knew how difficult it was for Wanda to truly separate herself. You’re understanding of her need to check in frequently and go to meetings still to make sure the transition for Pietro is as smooth as possible.

Wanda’s eyes open at the sound of footsteps on the stairs and she sits up just in time to see you greet your excited dog. You laugh as you pet him and head toward Wanda despite the smell of breakfast that makes you want to go immediately to the kitchen.

“All okay, love?”

Wanda doesn’t realize that you’re asking about the phone call immediately and she frowns. Her eyebrows squish together and you can’t help but laugh at how cute she looks. You smile as you reach the couch she’s sitting on, and carefully straddle her lap with a slight head tilt.

“The call?”

Wanda immediately groans in annoyance before shaking her head and muttering something resembling ‘unimportant’ under her breath. You’re about to argue when she leans forward to kiss you and immediately, you’re a goner once her soft lips meet yours.

You honestly knew you were a goner the second you saw her. Wanda was someone you hadn’t seen before. You knew you went to a large university with over 40,000 students, but it was well into the semester, and you went to all of your classes. This meant that you knew who you’d see when you went somewhere at a particular time. Sure, there would sometimes be unfamiliar people here and there, but for the most part you knew what to expect. You were thoroughly convinced that you couldn’t have known who Wanda was just by looking at her, but you knew she wasn’t a student. Not only did she have a backpack with nothing in it, but she’d eventually claimed to be just coming out of a math class that you knew for a fact wouldn’t take place in the building you were in.

Instead of being weirded out or afraid by her piercing stare and her impassive expression, you were curious. You wanted to know more about this woman who was trying so hard to blend in. You’d had no idea what you were getting into of course, but you hadn’t regretted introducing yourself to her for a second. Not even when you got caught in that shootout…

Eventually, you manage to pull free from Wanda, not that you really want to, but you know it’s getting close to time to go to work. You sigh as you shoot her a knowing smile.

“It must be bad if you’re trying this hard to distract me.”

Wanda scoffs at this but doesn’t comment immediately as she runs her fingers through your wet hair. She’s regretting missing her chance to join you even more as she shakes her head with a smile.

“This isn’t me trying very hard, but I can show you what that looks like?”

You groan for multiple reasons. Mostly at the thought of what Wanda’s proposing, but also because you don’t have time for it before you have to go to work. You’re already pushing it, and you can tell from her teasing smile that Wanda knows it too. Eventually you sigh before grabbing her hand to pull her toward the kitchen with you. You want to at least get a chance to eat the food she’s made before you need to rush off to the hospital.

You had been working as a veterinarian at a local animal hospital for the past 6 years. After finishing school nearby, you’d found a job you loved and you worked 4 days a week. You only found it a little difficult to separate your professional life from your personal life at first. You’d never told anyone who you were married to because Wanda was very well known, and not for good reasons, so for your safety and hers, you lied. You still wore your ring, but your wife worked in business if anyone asked, and her name was Linda. She’d made fun of you for that one for a while, but it was the closest thing to Wanda that wasn’t obvious and that wouldn’t confuse you whenever you heard it at work.

“You know, we still need to replace that.”

When Wanda frowns you gesture to the living room and she doesn’t even have to look to know what you’re talking about. She rolls her eyes before smiling at you sweetly as you practically scowl at the picture.

When you first moved into this house, you’d loved nearly everything about it. The high ceilings, the open floor plan, the two sprawling decks on the second and third floor, and above all else, the view. You had access to the outside practically in every room and you loved it. Most of the time, if the weather was nice, you’d be outside on the decks or one of the many balconies with your dog reading, sleeping, or just taking in the view.

Your dreamhouse was near perfect. The only wrinkle was the ten-foot-tall horse painting that sat above the fireplace. It blended in with the stone behind it, but still sometimes you’d look up at the painting and roll your eyes. You were not a fan of horses because of the poor experiences you’d had with them while in school. For this reason, each time you saw it you joked about replacing it with an equally large painting of Boone. Wanda had just laughed at that, but she’d made a note to figure out if that would be possible.

“You know you love it, detka.”

Wanda watches amused as you just scoff before stuffing the last bit of your breakfast in your mouth. You look at your watch and sigh before chugging the rest of your coffee.

“I don’t have time to tell you how much I don’t love it.”

Wanda laughs before she accepts a quick kiss on the cheek as you make your way to the sink. You clean your dish quickly and start to put everything up, but Wanda stops you despite your protests. You usually clean because she ends up cooking, but you both know you don’t have time today.

“Don’t worry about it. Go get ready.”

You eventually sigh in defeat before accepting that Wanda’s not going to let you clean. You retreat up the stairs with Boone on your heels, leaving Wanda to clean the kitchen. Fletcher decides to help by jumping on the counters once again, but Wanda is quick to relocate all of the food before the tabby can get to it. She doesn’t seem to mind as she moves to the sink to drink directly from the faucet. Wanda just smiles at the adorable sight before grabbing her phone again. She’s agreed to meet with Nat later this morning, and she’s trying not to stress too much about it.

She hasn’t seen her friend in a couple of weeks. Work had been busy for her while things were transitioning and the older redhead wasn’t able to break away. For this reason, Wanda is going to her instead of meeting in neutral territory. She was only a little nervous about appearing at the compound for the first time since she’d handed over everything to Pietro. She knew that there had been some discord when news had first spread of her leaving. Most were confused and skeptical because really, who had ever successfully cut ties with the mob? Better yet, what mob leader had ever successfully left unscathed?

For all of the risk that being associated with the mob brought her, Wanda wasn’t ignorant to the dangers of leaving.  She reminds herself that she’s being as safe as possible without uprooting her entire life and making both of them leave everything behind. Wanda is grateful that Steve and Bucky still live almost within shouting distance. They’re about 3 miles down the road, and they’re still a large part of her security detail for you, even if you’re unaware of it. She knows you’d be mad about, but she’s not about to let you out of the house without a way to track you if necessary.

She doesn’t think about how upset you’d be if you found out as she shoots Nat a text. She’d agreed to meet at their headquarters, the compound, because she knew that on a Saturday morning that’s where Nat would be. Most likely by this time she’s finished training with her sister and was already working. Wanda was just getting used to sleeping in for the first time in years, and she realizes how spoiled she is when the idea of already working makes her cringe.

“Is it still alright to leave Boone with you?”

Wanda nearly jumps at the sound of your voice, and she spins around to see you at the bottom of the stairs dressed and ready for work. You’re finishing up your hair as you hold your shoes in between your knees. You’re in a hurry because you wanted to have time to read up on your first appointment, and you look to Wanda expectantly as you finish getting ready.

You’re wearing scrubs which are honestly some of the least flattering clothes you’re ever in, but Wanda is staring at you like she wholeheartedly disagrees.

“Wands?”

Wanda’s eyes snap to yours when she realizes that she hadn’t responded. She shakes her head before she remembers what you’d asked. She watches as you grab your keys and place them in your purse. You didn’t pack a lunch because you’re supposed to be back in time for that.

“Not at all. I mean yes. Boone can keep me company.”

You smile knowingly before kissing your wife quickly. You know if you linger, you’ll certainly be late. Wanda’s small pout as you pull away though is almost enough to make you stop caring.

“Thank you. I’ll see you soon.”

Wanda nods before watching you say goodbye to Boone with a kiss on top of his furry head. Boone follows you as you head to the garage, but you close the door before he can escape. He sometimes comes to work with you depending on what Wanda has planned for the day. He honestly enjoys seeing the other pets there and you like when you can have him at your desk with you after hours.

When Boone hears the garage door open and then close, he realizes he’s been left alone. He whines before turning back to Wanda. She can’t help but smile sadly at him as he comes to stand next to her. He really would follow you anywhere, and while he doesn’t dislike Wanda, he certainly doesn’t love her as much as he loves his Y/N. She decides that she needs to try and cheer him up, so she reaches out to scratch him behind the ears. He tilts his head back panting so he’s looking at the redhead with his tongue hanging out. Wanda just smiles wider.

“Do you want to go visit your second favorite person?”

Natasha sighs as she reads the file in front of her for the third time. She’s usually not this unfocused, but there have been a lot of changes recently. Not only have there been changes at the compound, the most notable being Wanda’s departure, but their rivals are starting to stir up trouble that she knows can’t be ignored. She’s currently reading up on an op that’s supposed to happen early next week, but she’s done this before and it’s routine for everyone involved. Even newbies can’t fuck up a simple weapons deal that badly.

Joining Wanda’s, now Pietro’s mob had been an easy decision. The twins were mourning the loss of their parents when she’d met them, but they’d been so welcoming and reassuring that they could protect her. Nat’s childhood hadn’t been the best and she’d ended up on the street fairly young, along with her sister, struggling to survive. They’d learned to steal and con people with too much money, and this had lasted for almost a year before it backfired. They’d accidentally chosen a mark that hadn’t taken well to getting swindled. He’d tried to hunt them down and even hired someone to take them out. They’d needed protection from him and Wanda had offered them both jobs after learning of their skillset.

She’d promised them they wouldn’t have to do anything they’d done while on the streets unless they wanted to. Since that day, Nat had been mostly focused on weapons and training new recruits, and Yelena dealt with the many, many drugs that traded hands.

Over the years, they’d grown close with the twins, and considered them part of their unconventional family. Wanda had introduced them to Y/n after they’d dated for close to a year and they’d both attended their wedding. Up until they moved, Yelena and Nat spent a lot of time with the couple, and Y/N came to think of the duo as her chaotic, older sisters. Not seeing them as regularly was hard to adjust to, but Wanda assured you that once things settle, you can visit the compound again.

Nat closes the file that she’s practically memorized at this point before she sits back in her chair with a sigh. She’s exhausted and the day has barely begun. There are always things to do, but since Pietro is still figuring out how to balance each arm of the extensive empire, there are fewer active operations happening.

In all honesty, there’s not much for Pietro to do when it comes to this. Wanda had trusted her staff to handle things and report back to her. Sure, she’d sometimes organize a hit or show up to a particularly important meeting, but overall, she made a lot of the behind-the-scenes decisions. She wasn’t often seen because she had other people who did the work for her, and then those people had people. It was an intricate web of employees she’d had to oversee, and now that was Pietro’s job.

Luckily everything was established, and he’d assisted Wanda for years so there wasn’t much for him to learn. He’d always had a hot head though and he was quickly learning that he couldn’t make rash decisions without there being unpleasant consequences.

“Has my brother killed anyone else since I left?”

Wanda knocks on Nat’s open door and the redhead sits up with a laugh at her predictable question. When news first started to spread of Wanda’s departure, some people had some rather nasty things to say about her. Some had called her weak and unfit, while others had decided to take it a step further and suggest she’d be better suited for a completely different line of work.

Being the overprotective brother that he was, Pietro had beat the men responsible within an inch of their lives. The message was clear, but this just made people underestimate the twin’s ability to lead when he is so easily provoked.

Nat stands up at the sight of her friend and her excited dog. Boone runs over to her and she’s quick to love on the shepherd as she shakes her head in response to Wanda’s legitimate question. Pietro had been too busy touching base with all of his department heads, aka his family, to listen to any new rumors that were spreading.

“Nah, he’s too busy right now.”

Wanda nods in understanding as she looks around the office while Nat’s still distracted by her slobbering dog. She notices the many reports that Nat’s gone through and the several stacks of ongoing ops that she’s still working through. She doesn’t get a chance to consider what these are for before the redhead notices her train of thought. She shakes her head as she moves away from Boone who’s leaning against her legs at this point to block Wanda’s view.

“What about you?”

Wanda frowns in confusion. She’s not sure what Nat’s getting at, but the redhead’s not in any rush to fill her in. She reaches down to scratch Boone’s ears before she turns back to the other redhead.

“What do you mean?”

Nat does her best not to laugh, but she ends up breaking when Wanda shoots her a glare after she fills the younger girl in. On her last day before Pietro took over, she’d visited the compound to make sure her brother didn’t need anything else. While she was there, she’d heard one of her employees speaking rather loudly about her, and speculating wildly on her personal life. That wasn’t new for her and she could easily ignore that despite how annoying. However, as soon as one of them mentioned her wife, she didn’t hesitate to storm over there and give him a piece of her mind. She’d grabbed him by his shirt and practically growled in his face as she threatened him against even thinking about you again.

She hadn’t seen him since, and for some reason she hadn’t even fired him.

“As far as I’m aware he’s still alive.”

Nat just rolls her eyes before she nods in agreement. She saw him the other day and just one look sent him running. It was well known that those close to Wanda were well-respected, but it was easy for some to forget that just because you weren’t present as often didn’t mean you weren’t included in that group.

“That’s good. I’m sure that makes Y/n happy. How is she?”

Wanda smiles as she sits in one of the chairs in front of Nat’s desk while the redhead watches her carefully. She hasn’t spoken to you in a while, and she missed seeing you around the compound. You were a calming presence wherever you went and it really helped everyone on rough days when Wanda was a little more on edge. Nat also knew that Yelena missed you a lot. She missed binge watching horror movies with you, and getting you into trouble with your wife when you do something too impulsive. The four of you, plus anyone else who was free, had dinner on Sundays together that were both relaxing and chaotic depending on who was cooking. They needed to have another one of those soon. Maybe tomorrow.

“She’s doing well. She loves the new house, but she misses everyone a lot.”

Nat smiles at the thought of how excited Y/n had been when she’d first seen the house that Wanda had finally chosen for the two of you. She’d been looking for something remote, but not too remote, secure and beautiful, and she believes she’d found it. The fact that you had been so head-over-heels for it made it that much better. Nat and Wanda had watched as you and Yelena ran to every balcony and on the top decks shouting excitedly to each other. It had been adorable, but almost disastrous as Boone chased after you too and you nearly toppled down the spiral staircase when you’d tripped over him.

“We miss her too. We need to get together soon.”

Wanda nodded in agreement because she certainly missed the weekly family dinners. She hadn’t realized how difficult it would be to leave a majority of her family behind to try and start a new one of her own with Y/n. She didn’t regret it, but she wished she could have found a better balance. Maybe with time they will be able to bring the two together again.         

“We do.”

Wanda sits up a little bit before she turns her attention to the reason why she dropped in. She glances again to Nat’s work on her desk before crossing her legs with a sigh. Boone lays down at her feet and starts to lick his paws as Nat returns to her chair to sit down.

“So, tell me how things have been going since I left.”

When you arrive at work, you’re surprised to find that your first appointment is already here. 15 minutes early. You sigh in defeat because you’d pushed the speed limit, exceeded it really, to get here in enough time, but it seems as if it wasn’t enough. You are equally disappointed to find out that the first appointment of the day is a very sick, geriatric dog that may or may not leave the hospital today.

You rush to put your things upstairs and speed read this dog’s medical records. Cancer. Of course. That would explain the sickly, skin-and-bones dog that you saw in the lobby. You sigh in defeat before you head back downstairs to chat with your assistant for the day.

The practice you worked at had three other doctors, but on the weekend, only one of you worked. You loved working with a team and especially during moments like this you enjoyed being able to discuss difficult cases. You knew that this wasn’t an option today, and after getting a rundown of what was going on with the patient from your assistant, you knew you had to go in there and figure out what the parents wanted to do.

You hated to start the day with a euthanasia, but it could only get better from here, right?

You couldn’t have been right, just this once? Your day continued to get worse after that first appointment that ended up being a euthanasia. For such a short day, you were surprised by how many moribund patients you were seeing. You had a couple of walk ins, one hit-by-car and a sick kitten come in within an hour of closing. You were definitely missing lunch and you felt bad about it, but you couldn’t get a free minute to let Wanda know.

Hopefully she was too busy with her own day to notice.

Wanda left her meeting with her brother with a sigh and a long hug to the slightly older Maximoff. She was pleased to hear how he was doing since she’d left, and she would be lying if she said she wasn’t a little relieved to see how well their empire still ran without her in charge.

She knew that Pietro was capable of taking over, that wasn’t the issue. She just wanted to make sure that his first weeks went well and that he was accepted by their business partners. So far there were no issues, and Wanda was keeping her fingers crossed that this continued to be the case.

She didn’t realize how late it was until she left Pietro’s office and headed back downstairs. She saw the horde of people that congregated around the lobby eating and catching up with friends. Wanda held Boone a little closer as she waded through the crowd to find Steve waiting for her near the exit. She hadn’t asked him to come along and she wasn’t quite sure how he figured out she was leaving, but she didn’t bother asking.

As a member of her personal security team, it was his job to follow her around and make sure she didn’t end up killed. For years he’d succeeded, and Wanda was grateful to have had his loyalty, and friendship for so long.

“All ready?”

Wanda nods as she follows Steve’s lead down the stairwell to the private garage in the basement. She lets Boone go first because he always runs down stairs, before she turns to the blonde with a curious look.

“Have you heard anything from Y/n?’

It was almost 2 o’clock, and given that her workday finished at 1, she figured that her wife would be home by now. She frowns when Steve shakes his head as he turns back to meet her gaze. They arrive to the bottom floor and Steve’s pulling the keys out of his pocket as he walks into the garage. He unlocks the door but just turns to her as she goes to her car beside his.

“No. Bucky said that she’s still at work.”

Wanda opens the back door for Boone and the shepherd jumps in quickly. He loves riding in the car and Wanda has to hurry to get into her seat so he doesn’t try and steal it from her. You let him ride in the front seat once, and since then he’s always tried to call shotgun.

“Still?”

Steve just nods before mentioning that he’d checked in about 10 minutes ago. Bucky was your personal security, but unlike Steve, he didn’t stick as close to you. In fact, 90% of the time you didn’t even know he was there. It was no secret who Wanda was married to, but she didn’t like to advertise it and put you at higher risk. She’d insisted that you give your maiden name to your employer, your friends who weren’t directly involved in her work, and anyone else who asked. It was best that people didn’t know about your ties to Wanda Maximoff.

You’re exhausted by the time you arrive home. You’re not sure how you did it, but every patient you saw in the last hour survived in your care. Most of them were transferred to an emergency hospital that could take care of them long term, but you’re just grateful that they didn’t die before they made it there.

You hadn’t expected today to be so brutal, and the stress of it made you just want to lie down. You arrive home and find that Wanda is still gone and you can’t help but feel disappointed. You could use an hour or two long cuddle session after the day you’d had.

Instead, you make your way upstairs and shed your dirty scrubs and throw them in the laundry. You change into the most comfortable clothes you can find before you head upstairs to the third floor. You want to sit outside and get some fresh air while you nap, and you don’t even bother to bring your phone as you open the sliding door to one of your favorite views.

This view is from the back of the house, but the mountains in the distance, and the field of green before you provide you with the calm you need right now. You plop down on the couch and stretch out with a groan. Your back aches slightly and you’re reminded once again of how you started your period. You noticed at work and it had only added to your poor mood. Now that you had a moment to breathe and really consider it, you realize what it means.

You wiped the tears that threatened to fall from your eyes before you curled up and attempted to get comfortable. It took a while, but you fell asleep only a few minutes before Wanda returns home with Boone and Steve.

Wanda had tried calling you once she knew you were home, but you hadn’t responded. She figured you were in the shower, and since Bucky had checked in, she wasn’t worried. At times like these, she just hated how far away they lived from the compound. It was almost an hour drive on good days.

When she finally arrived home, she thanked Steve and headed inside with Boone as the blonde drove off. Wanda hurried inside and looked around the kitchen only to see that you weren’t there. If she’d had to guess she would have figured you’d be eating by now. She noticed how quiet it was and figured you must be sleeping. She reaches out to Boone after he’s returned from his water bowl to tap him on the nose.

“Go find Y/n, Boone.”

The shepherd immediately leaves in search of his mom, and Wanda follows him up the stairs with a sigh. She watches as Fletcher comes strutting out of the bedroom before stopping to stretch in the middle of the hallway. Boone moves past the bedroom once he realizes you’re not there, and continues toward the next set of stairs. Wanda leaves Fletcher to her own devices as she follows Boone up the stairs to the third floor.

The third level of the house was mostly outside. There was a loft with access to a patio area on both sides of the house. You usually liked to look out behind the house which is why Wanda wasn’t surprised when Boone headed that way. He headed toward the left where there was a sitting area with a couple of couches before he started to paw at the sliding door as he sat down.

“Good boy.”  

Wanda rewards the shepherd with a scratch before opening the door to let him out. He’s on his way to you quickly, but he doesn’t wake you up and instead lies down in front of the couch you’re currently on. Wanda shuts the door behind her before following Boone’s lead. She smiles at the sight of you sleeping soundly, but it turns down quickly once she’s close enough to see your face.

You have tears running down your cheeks, and the thought of something being wrong has Wanda waking you up.

She sits down next to you before carefully reaching out to shake you awake. She’s learned the hard way that you don’t always wake up peacefully, and she’d hate to trigger your fight or flight after you’d clearly had a difficult day.

“Y/n? Wake up detka.”

You begin to stir at the sound of wife’s voice, and the gentle shake that brings you back to consciousness. You haven’t been out long, but you still feel groggy as you open your eyes and start to sit up. You don’t notice Wanda’s concerned look immediately as you look down and see Boone lying in front of you. You smile slightly before you turn to Wanda who is reaching out for you. You hold out your hand only to realize that she’s reaching for your face.

She wipes at your dried tears with a frown as she shoots you a questioning look.

“What’s wrong, Y/n? Did something happen at work today?”

You’re immediately reminded of why you came up here to hide in the first place. You’d been trying to find solitude to just rest and not think about this morning, but it was no use now. You knew from Wanda’s expression and how antsy she was that she’s nervous. She’s afraid that something bad happened, and you wish you could tell her that she was wrong.

You take a deep breath before you motion for her to sit closer to you.

“Today was awful. It was busy and depressing.”

Wanda frowns at the expected news. She knew that some days were worse than others for you. Sometimes days were filled with sick and suffering patients. It couldn’t be cute puppies and kittens all of the time. She’s about to speak up, but you cut her off with the other, honestly more upsetting part of your day.

“I also started my period.”

Your wife doesn’t say anything immediately, but you watch her face fall at the news and you have to look away. You hate the idea that you’ve disappointed her. You knew how much Wanda wanted children and you wanted to give them to her, but it seemed that it wasn’t in the cards for you right now. She reached out for your hand and squeezes it comfortingly. You had an appointment scheduled for a couple of days from now to confirm whether or not the IVF procedure had worked, but you both seemed to realize that you probably had your answer.

Despite how disappointed Wanda is by this news she isn’t mad at you and she wants to make sure you know this. She reaches out to turn you back towards her with a small smile.

“I’m sorry, Y/n. I know you were excited.”

You shake your head as your eyes start to tear up again. You swear you thought it would take this time because you were feeling a little off, but apparently that was just your usual monthly.

“I was, and I know you were too. I’m sorry it didn’t work again. I’m just--.”

Wanda cuts you off with a kiss that she pours all of her love into. She doesn’t want you to blame yourself. Sometimes these things just don’t work out. She says this to you and waits for you to nod before she decides on her next move.

“You don’t have to apologize, love. Sometimes it just doesn’t take, but we’ll find out for sure in a couple of days. We can always try again if you still want to.”

You sigh heavily before nodding in agreement. Wanda’s right. She usually is. You hug her tightly as you consider how many times it might take before you can finally give your wife the family she wants so badly. You ignore the voice in your head that warns you that she might lose patience. That if you can’t give her what she wants, maybe someone else can.

As if reading your mind, Wanda pulls away and gives you a sweet smile before kissing your forehead.

“If IVF doesn’t work, there are always other options. Don’t lose faith, Y/n. We’ll figure this out together.”

The smell of cigarette smoke and old beer filled the room where Strucker sat with his boots up on the desk in front of him. The backroom of an old bar was hardly his first choice of places to conduct business, but sometime he didn’t have a choice. He could smell the rain at this distance from the drafty window and he breaths out another puff of smoke as he thinks about where he’ll go next.

He’s deeply paranoid and doesn’t dare stay in the same place for too long. He’s a man with several targets on his back, and he knows that even within his own territory, he’s only so safe. He’s heard whispers of Maximoff having people planted within his ranks, and he only trusts those closest to him with his safety.

Speaking of his right-hand man, he turns back to the stoic brunette with a frown. He had come bearing news that wasn’t surprising, but still a little concerning when he thought too much about it. He took another drag of his cigarette before snuffing it out in an already full ashtray.

“You say that she’s gone for good?”

He receives only a nod in reply before he elaborates on his answer.

“She’s no longer in charge, but she still checks in every now and then. The latest being this afternoon.”

Strucker takes a moment to consider this. He’d heard that Wanda was leaving for personal reasons, and despite the opportunity that this presented, not much has changed for him. The Maximoffs still kept to their territory and continued to conduct their business without interfering in his, but something didn’t sit right with him about this new arrangement.

He knew of Pietro, it was impossible not to, but he had never believed the older twin would get the chance to take over. Wanda had lorded over her father’s empire for the better part of 13 years, and she’s done an exceptional job of not only keeping it afloat after her parents’ untimely demise, but growing the business to almost twice its original size. Their reach extended throughout the city and he’d only lost territory as a result. Although stable right now, Strucker had a feeling that things will continue to change in their favor, and he had to act quickly if he was to put a stop to it.

Pietro was different than his twin in a lot of ways. Wanda was known for her smarts, business acumen, and her ability to project calmness whenever there was heat at the door. Pietro was the more unpredictable one. Although both Maximoffs were responsible for their own share of bloodshed, Wanda’s was more calculated while Pietro seemed to strike when provoked. He was too much of a loose cannon for Strucker to have much faith in him, and he knew their history put him at risk of being screwed over.

“What do you think about this new development, Brock?”

The brunette scowls as he thinks about the twins that he’s spent most of his life hating. If not for who they were now, then for their parents and how they’d treated him. He shakes his head as he crosses his arms and mutters something about it ‘not sitting right with him’. Strucker nods in agreement happy to hear that they are on the same page.

Neither of them wanted to see things change for the better of the Maximoffs. Wanda couldn’t leave her brother in charge and expect them not to have something to say about it.

Strucker swings his feet off the desk and his boots hit the ground with a loud thud. He sits up and takes a deep breath before he eyes his companion with a small smile. He knows about Brock’s feelings about the twins and how his loyalty to him is only strengthened by this hatred.

“What do you suppose we should do about it, dear friend?”

Rumlow barely hesitates as he had decided what he’d like done only days after hearing about Wanda’s retirement.

“I think we should send her a message.”

The next two days were near agony for you and Wanda. You’d been disheartened by your body’s failure to cooperate, and Wanda didn’t know how to help you when you insisted you were fine. You just needed to get through these next few hours until your doctor’s appointment so you can have the official word. Once you both have that, you can start to plan for the next steps instead of being stuck in limbo. You are almost certain you’re not pregnant, but you need a medical professional to tell you this.

You’re currently with Boone at the highest point of the house staring up at the sky. It’s a beautiful day out. The sky is clear except for a few white puffy clouds that remind you of cotton candy. It’s cool but not too cold, and you and Boone are lying on the couch just relaxing.

Well Boone is relaxing. He’s practically lying on top of you as you try to take your mind off of the past couple of days. You think about your family that you haven’t seen in too long.

You miss Yelena and Nat the most because you saw them the most when you still lived at the compound. You used to train with Nat twice weekly, and as much as you hated getting your ass kicked, it was nice to spend time with the redhead in her element. She truly was impressive and you’d find her scary if she wasn’t on your side.

Yelena would sometimes stop in while you were with Nat, and goad you into sparring with her next. That went about as well as with Nat, but at least afterwards you’d typically catch up over the most recent horror movie find.

You hadn’t seen them in a couple of weeks, and you missed them a lot. You missed them being just down the hall. You missed snuggling with Yelena’s dog Fanny, and teasing her about her not serious, but very serious relationship with Kate.

You close your eyes and take a deep calming breath. You will get to see them soon, and you hadn’t told them you were trying to get pregnant, so there was no pressure of having to break the news to them.

“Hey.”

You and Boone turn at the sound of Wanda’s quiet voice coming from behind you. You sit up and smile at the sight of your wife. She’s wearing her hair up and the sleeves of her shirt are rolled up above her elbows. She’s clearly been cooking and just the idea of food right now makes you feel a little bit better.

“I made lunch if you’re hungry?”

She knew from the look on your face that she didn’t really have to ask. She smiled as she watched your face light up as you smiled widely and hurried to stand. You nudged Boone off of the couch before you jumped to your feet. You realize you moved too quickly because your head spins a little when you take your first step.

The fuzziness disappears quickly, but not before Wanda takes notice of it. She’s by your side in an instant, and you feel her hands holding your arms as she steadies you. She shoots you a worried look that you just shake your head at. You’re fine. Just a little lightheaded.

“Are you alright?”

“Yeah, don’t worry. I just stood up too quickly.”

Wanda shoots you a skeptical look, but you just smile as you squeeze her hand before leading her back inside.

“Are you sure you don’t want to sit down?”

You nod as you wave Boone over and point to the stairs so he’ll go ahead of you two. He is sometimes a little too overzealous on stairs and has run you over multiple times.

“I do, but not here. In the kitchen. Where there’s food.”

Wanda rolls her eyes at how adamant you are about eating, but decides not to argue any further. She knows how stubborn you are, and she just makes a mental note to watch you carefully until your appointment later.

Once you’re downstairs you can already smell what Wanda’s cooked for lunch. You walk a little faster when in search of your favorite meal, and Wanda chuckles under her breath as she follows you, albeit more slowly, down the last set of stairs.

“My favorite! Oh, I love you so much.”

Wanda smiles as she watches you grab two plates and pile some food onto them. Once you’ve grabbed silverware and napkins, you’re heading back over to her with a wide smile. You hand her one before shooting her a questioning look as you glance to the dining room table you usually eat at.

“Can we eat in the den?”

Your wife just smiles before nodding in agreement and following you out of the kitchen. Just off the living room, there’s another sitting room with a huge couch and a television. It opens up into the backyard, and eating in here seemed cozier than staying out in the living room. That and you didn’t have to worry about Fletcher jumping onto your food once you shut the door behind you.

You eat relatively quickly, and mostly in silence as you’re lost in your thoughts about what your appointment will hold. You feel guilty for being such a downer and you want to apologize again but it seems silly to before you know whether or not your foul mood will continue.

You look to Wanda who’s staring at her mostly empty plate lost in thought. You place yours on the table in front of you before reaching out for hers with a questioning look. You figure she’s done since she hadn’t taken a bite in almost 5 minutes, but you want to be sure.

“You done?”

Wanda is pulled from her thoughts by your question, and she just nods before she watches you free up her lap. Boone eyes the plates on the table but he knows better than to go after them. You shoot him a look before turning back to your wife. You reach out for her hand and pull her a little closer.

“What’s on your mind, beautiful?”

Wanda smiles half-heartedly at your question before she considers how she wants to answer. She wants to be honest with you. She hates lying and she knows that talking about this is the best way to get past it and figure out next steps. She doesn’t mind admitting to you that she’s upset about you not being pregnant. She really wants children, you both do, and this is the second time you’ve tried IVF.

“I was just thinking that if this next time doesn’t work, maybe I can try?”

You’re a little surprised by her offer because when you’d initially talked about having children, you both were adamant that it would be you to carry them. Wanda’s lifestyle was far too dangerous for her to walk around pregnant and less able to protect herself as the months went on. You hadn’t wanted to put her at risk, so you’d agreed to be the one to get pregnant.

Now that Wanda wasn’t working any more, she wouldn’t be in as much danger, but you still didn’t like the idea. Wanda can tell that you’re not entirely on board, and she’s not either, but she doesn’t want all of the pressure to be on you. She knows how it stresses you, and you’ve both been told how that’s not going to be good for you or the baby.

“I don’t know if that’s a great idea.”

There’s a lot more you can say, but you don’t want to argue right now, and neither of you know what the next best move is yet. You and Wanda will have an easier time figuring this out after your appointment today. Right now, you just wanted to relax. You tell Wanda at least the first part of this, and she nods because she realizes you’re right. You move closer to her before you pull back to grab the remote and hand it to her. You wrap your arms around your wife before kissing her cheek.

“Thank you for lunch. It was delicious.”

Wanda smiles at you lovingly before meeting you for a kiss. She drops the remote in her lap so her hands are free to wrap around your hips. She pulls you closer as she deepens the kiss and you moan at the feeling of her tongue against yours. You shift so you’re on your knees and can get better access to your wife. You move the remote off her lap before crawling into it with a sigh.

Wanda groans as you shift against her hips, the friction making her hold onto you tighter. You gasp at the feeling of nails digging into your skin, and Wanda takes the opportunity to break away from your lips and kiss down your neck. You squirm again and start rocking your hips against Wanda’s in a way that immediately has her tightening her hold on you and helping you move faster.

“Fuck.”

Your breath catches as Wanda continues to attack your neck. As her teeth tug at your skin, you grab a fistful of her hair to hold her there. Wanda growls as she moves to kiss behind your ear. Her hands find their way to your ass and she holds you still while she rocks her hips against yours making both of you moan.

“God, you’re so pretty, detka.”

You pull Wanda away from your neck and meet her for a bruising kiss. You release your hold on your hair as she grasps at your shoulders to bring you as close as possible. You start to unbutton her shirt and only just push it from her shoulders when you hear a loud yowl from outside the door. You ignore it and encourage Wanda to do the same as you sneak a hand down toward her shorts.

Your hand brushes her inner thigh before Fletcher yowls again, but this time it’s loud enough to draw Boone’s attention to the door. Up until this point the shepherd was ignoring you, but now he found someone to interact with and he starts to whine as he tries to open the door.

You groan under your breath, breaking away from your wife with a scowl as you look to your pets.

“I should have never gotten you that cat.”

Wanda slaps you playfully on the arm before she sits up and turns her attention to her still-screaming cat. She really did love Fletcher, but sometimes she was a bit much.

“Stop it, she’s just lonely. Poor baby.”

You roll your eyes before sliding off of Wanda’s lap despite your desire to stay put. Your pets have effectively killed the mood by yowling and whining for attention. Plus, Wanda would never refuse her precious baby of anything which is why she’s the one who gets to feed her when she comes calling at 4am.

You grab the discarded remote while Wanda opens the doors and lets the pair greet each other. Boone gets in Fletcher’s face and licks her while the cat’s attention is purely on your wife. You turn on the television letting them have their moment before you pat the space on the couch next to you.

“Boone, come here.”

“Don’t you dare, Y/n.”

Boone wasn’t allowed on the indoor furniture unless he sat on one of his blankets. He was relatively clean today, so you were going to try and get away with it, but one look at your wife who was shooting you a warning look all while hugging her cat made you second guess this decision. You sigh as you stand up and walk past your wife and into the hallway. You disappear for a minute to go find Boone a blanket, and you return with one of his favorites. You smile as he jumps up on you and starts to pant happily.

“Here you go, buddy.”

Wanda watches as you set the blanket down on the other end of the couch before patting it encouragingly. Boone jumps up immediately and lies down to face you as you collapse back onto the couch. You look to Wanda who’s still cuddling with the grey tabby and gesture to the space beside you.

“Are you going to join me?”

Wanda pretends to think about it before she returns to her spot beside you with a sigh. She sits down so you’re shoulder to shoulder before placing Fletcher down on the ground. She grabs one of the blankets on the arm of the couch and throws it over the both of you as you grab the remote again. You turn on the television and immediately go to one of Wanda’s favorite shows. She’s about to argue because she knows you don’t really like it, but you just shake your head as you lean against her with a sigh.

“It’s okay. I just want to sit here with you.”

So you and Wanda watch one of the redhead’s favorite sitcoms for the next hour. You end up lying down with your head in your wife’s lap, and you take a much-needed nap while Wanda manages to relax for a little while. She didn’t realize how stressed she was until now, and she’s grateful for the time away from her thoughts.

Your doctor is about 20 minutes away, and Wanda knows that it will take both of you at least that long to get ready. It took a while to find a doctor that was both good enough, and willing to be discrete for them. Wanda usually went with you to these appointments, but she had done her best to make sure she wasn’t recognized by anyone else that might be there.

You still go by your maiden name there even though you took Wanda’s when you got married. So far there hadn’t been any issues, but Wanda wasn’t one to slack on something as important as your safety, so she got her annoying disguise together while simultaneously texting both Steve and Bucky.

They wouldn’t be by their side for this because that would be too obvious, but Wanda wanted to make sure they were at least in the same area. She stifles a yawn as she pulls into the parking lot of the clinic, and you sit up straighter as if you weren’t just falling asleep. Wanda smiles as you hurry to get unbuckled and go inside. She places a hand on your arm to still you, and you turn to her to ask what’s wrong but she beats you to it.

“I just wanted to say something before we go in.”

You’re a little too high strung at the moment to give Wanda your complete attention, but you try to take a deep breath and focus on your wife who’s looking at you like you hung the moon.

“Yes?”

Wanda squeezes your hand before bringing it to her lips as she looks you in the eye.

“I want you to know that no matter what they tell us in there, I still love you more than anything.”

You offer Wanda a teary smile before kissing her deeply. You want to pull her over into your seat and show her how much you love her, but you can’t right now. You’re no longer exactly early for your appointment, and you both have been waiting for this for days. You break away from your wife with a sigh before kissing her heated cheek.

“Thank you. I love you too. You’re too good for me.”

The two of you make your way into the clinic and are greeted by your regular nurse within seconds. You still forget sometimes how quickly people wait on Wanda and how she has a way of making things happen. You lead her into your normal exam room and sit down next to her while Jessica gets things together.

“So how are we feeling today?”

The redhead had a feeling she knew based on just how silent the couple was being. She hated being the bearer of bad news, but she knew when she started in this field that things like this took time. You couldn’t rush them no matter how much you wanted to.

You decided to take the lead on this and Wanda just sat silently holding your hand as you spoke.

“Not great actually. I started my period the other day.”

From there you tell her about how you didn’t think you were pregnant and how you wanted to figure out next steps if this was in fact the case. You hadn’t taken a pregnancy test because well there weren’t any at your house and you hadn’t wanted to make a special, depressing trip to go get some. After saying this, Jessica digs around one of the cabinets and hands you one.

“Let’s make sure. We’ll get some blood from you in a minute, but taking this won’t hurt.”

You nod before you shoot Wanda a look before leaving the room. You make your way to the bathroom at the end of the hall with the test held tightly in your hand. This seems a little silly considering the different time frame for detection with this test, but you suppose Jessica may just be trying to help you out. Getting an answer today will certainly make it easier to accept the fact that you’re not having a baby.

Wanda watches as the other redhead grabs the supplies that she needs to collect your blood. She has a sinking feeling that you’re going to come back in here and confirm their suspicions, and she trying to mentally prepare herself for that.

“I’m sorry it’s not working out for you two yet, but you know what they say. Third time’s the charm.”

This is what Wanda thinks about as the two of you drive home after the appointment. You haven’t said much as you consider what you’re going to do for the rest of the day. You don’t want to spend the rest of your day off moping around. You work tomorrow, and you’d rather spend time with your wife and dog than go to bed and sleep your feelings away. You sigh as you look over to Wanda who’s been trying to figure out how to tell Nat that you’re not pregnant.

She’d told her friend that the two of you were trying, you hadn’t wanted to get their hopes up, but Wanda had wanted to confide in her best friend. For this reason, she’d told Nat when you started the most recent treatment and the redhead had known about this appointment today.

“We should have Nat and Yelena over.”

Wanda’s train of thought is cut off by your suggestion, and she has to remind herself not to give anything away. She shoots you a curious look because she’s not sure where you’re going with this. You’ve always loved a good dinner party, but given recent events, she’s not sure what kind of mood you’re in.

“Tonight?”

You nod as you smile at the thought of your friends coming over. You would ask Yelena to bring Fanny so she and Boone could play. Maybe even Natasha would bring her cat…You realize quickly that it’s already 4pm, and the duo is probably busy and most likely won’t be able to come. You know how busy Mondays usually were for Wanda, so you can only assume it will be busy for them as well.

“Never mind, it’s probably too last minute.”

Wanda called Nat the moment she got home. She let you go off and find Boone while she hurried to the kitchen to see what they had to throw together for dinner tonight. She knew how important food was to you, but you didn’t go grocery shopping like you normally would yesterday, and the fridge was severely lacking. She sighed and just started to brainstorm when Nat picked up.

“Hey, what’s up?”

Wanda checks to make sure that you’re not nearby before she retreats to the den. She slides the door shut behind her before she sighs in exhaustion. Nat immediately knows that something’s up, but she didn’t get a chance to ask.

“We just got back from the appointment. Y/n’s not pregnant.”

Nat curses herself for forgetting that this was happening today. She’d had a very busy weekend and she had forgotten how important today was for her friends. She hated that they didn’t have any luck this time, and she was trying to figure out what she could do to make them both feel better.

“Shit, I’m sorry. That really sucks.”

Wanda sighs in defeat as she nods in agreement. It really does suck. She had gotten her hopes up again, and despite knowing that this wasn’t going to happen easily she wanted you to be an exception. She supposed it wasn’t fair to put this pressure on you when she knew there wasn’t much you could do to make this happen any faster.

She shakes her head at the thought before she moves to sit down at the counter. She’s exhausted and could fall asleep right now.

“Thanks. We’re both disappointed, but I think Y/n is feeling guilty.”

Nat frowns at the thought of you taking the blame for this. It’s so like you, but it’s definitely not warranted in this situation. Granted, sometimes you should take blame for things, like Yelena getting a dog, but this isn’t one of those times.

“That’s no good. What can we do to help?”

Wanda smiles immediately at the redhead’s question. She knows she doesn’t have much time when she hears your and Boone’s footsteps on the second floor.

“What are you and Yelena doing tonight?”

Part 2

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Mob!Natasha who found you when you were just a baby. She heard crying coming out of the closet after she had just killed her target. Turns out, he had already found his next victim, you. Luckily, Natasha was just in time to save you from that horrible life and raised you herself

Mob!Natasha who raised you in the safety of her Russian home. Protected, hidden, and far away from the dangers of the world

Mob!Natasha who only allowed Melina, Alexei, and Yelena to see and know about you the first 5 years of your life

Mob!Natasha who started training you for active combat the moment you could stand, wanting you to be able to protect yourself, should you ever end up being mixed into one of her ‘jobs’

Mob!Natasha who loves you more than anything in the world, getting you whatever you want whenever you want it, yet still making sure you’re not becoming a spoiled brat

Mob!Natasha who puts her trusted bodyguard, Bucky Barnes, on any and every outing you go on. You leave the house for a walk? You better count on the fact that Bucky is coming. You want to go shopping? Don’t worry, Bucky will simply come to help you carry your bags. You want to have dinner with someone? Bucky will simply sit a few tables away from you, giving you privacy yet keeping a close eye on you

Mob!Natasha who is terrified when your existence becomes known after you and her are spotted going for a little shopping trip. She will upgrade her security everywhere, putting multiple bodyguards by your side every time you leave the house. Of course, she still trusts that Bucky is the best at keeping you safe, but just to be sure, you get a few more of her men

Mob!Natasha who sometimes allows you to sit in on her meetings, letting you sit next to her, or on the ground, whichever you prefer. It’s not like any of the people she is meeting with can say anything. That is if they want to keep their lives of course. Sometimes, if you forgot to bring something she will slide you her notepad for you to doodle on, or she’ll just stop the entire meeting and order one of her men to fetch you whatever you wish. She gets to decided how her meetings go, of course

Mob!Natasha who knows you adore her henchwomen more than anything. Your personal favourite is Natasha’s assistant, Maria. You know her and your mom have some more going on. You are not blind to the lingering touches and the sneaky looks they send each other. Of course, you are a big fan of Carol. She is just so cool and nice to you, even though she can kill someone with basically a glare. To you, she is the sweetest human on the planet

Mob!Natasha who knows you adore your aunt Yelena more than anyone on the planet. Because of that, she makes sure Yelena gets the opportunity to visit more than enough. Everytime Natasha has to leave for a slightly bigger ‘job’ she simply calls Yelena to keep you company. Natasha knows you don’t need a babysitter anymore, but she likes the idea of you not having to be lonely. Besides, it is much safer for you to be accompanied by your aunt Yelena

Mob!Natasha who knows how much you adore playing board and cards games, so she told her people to never deny you a game, were you to ask. Luckily, you mostly gravitate towards Carol and her girlfriend Valkyrie, and who were they to deny you a game? They loved your company, and they loved playing your card games with you

Mob!Natasha who, when you start dating someone, runs thousands of background checks, does hundreds of checkups throughout the day, and makes sure to give whoever you decided to date a little talk, letting them know exactly what’s waiting for them were they ever to hurt you

Mob!Natasha who had the best private tutors coming to your home to teach you everything you needed to know, giving you the highest level of eduction you’d ever need

Mob!Natasha who knows that you are financially set for life, but who still allows you to go to college if you would ever want to. Of course it would be an expensive, high security private school, but still

Mob!Natasha who takes you on the multiple holiday trips during the year. You want to go to Spain? Pack your bag because Natasha will have planned a trip next week. Obviously you both will simply take her private jet, but she needs a week to book some fancy holiday home for you two to stay at

Mob!Natasha who, despite her fortune, often books small, low budget holiday trips. Everyone knows those small holiday homes are the best and the cosiest. What kind of mother would Natasha be if she didn’t give you that experience?

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