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beidouswif3y · 4 months
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natasha, staring up at y/n with love: you take my breath away
villain!y/n: I was literally just about to end your life, Romanoff
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widowmaxff · 3 months
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you don't know what you got until it's gone (PART ONE)
pairings: natasha romanoff × fem!reader
warnings: angst, sad ending (in this one)
-> part two!
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When you arrived at your shared apartment that night - after your long shift at work - you had a bright hope in your eyes that maybe your girlfriend was there, waiting for you to come home, you always did that for her. But of course she wasn't there again like she had been for the past few months. Natasha is a superhero, obviously she was doing what they do, but she's your girlfriend too, isn't she? So why doesn't she act like it? - you thought.
In the first year of your relationship, Natasha was the most caring person you could ask for. You'd wake up next to her everyday, she would kiss your entire face telling how much she loved you, she would take days off to be next to you all day. And when she had to go to missions, she would apologize a thousand times saying that she doesn't want to be far from you. Now, she just leave a text to you. 'Went on a mission. Don't know how long it will take.' — she typed the same words everytime, you guess she probably just has the message copied already. There wasn't 'I love you' or 'I miss you' in the message, nothing that would show a little affection for you, was she tired of you?
You were standing in the middle of the living room, looking at the picture in the white wall of you and Natasha at a park near your apartment. That was the last time you and her hang out together. The last time she said she loved you, the last time you remember looking at her beautiful eyes and think 'how did I get so lucky?'. In that time, you wouldn't think your relationship would need a heal to get in just days after that photo.
Now, you just sit in the bed in the dark of your bedroom wondering if it's time. You didn't want to have the talk with her, because you knew she wouldn't know what to say to you. And if she did, maybe you weren't ready to hear what she has to say to you. Natasha could be mean if she wanted too, so mean.
Then, you heard the key on the door, your girlfriend was finally home. You took a glance on the digital clock next to your bed - 1:15AM. Natasha was earlier than the other days this week, was she finally going back to your 'normal girlfriend'? The heavy steps of her boots made all your thoughts go away. You took a long breath before she entered the dark room.
"Oh, did I wake you up?" She whispered with frowned eyebrows, seeing your form curled up in your own arms wanting it to be hers, not yours.
You signed before taking your eyes of the floor and look at her. She was still wearing her black suit, you'd always make compliments of it in the past when she'd go to work before you. You remember her face going as red as her hair when you'd say that things to her. "We need to talk."
You didn't miss how her body flinch when you said that words. She knew what you were talking about. "Right now? It's a little late, you know." Natasha almost run over to the closet, open the drawers looking for her some clothes.
"I know. But you always get home later than this all the other days, it won't bother you being awake a little more." You say dryly. She stops before looking at her feet, thinking about the next thing she would say to you, what she needs to say to you?
Natasha turns around. "Okay. What do you want to talk about...?" She tries to stay normal, walking towards you. You still had a cold look on your face, she had never seen you like this.
"Do you still love me?" That caught her of guard. She still loves you. Of course she does, doesn't she? Natasha opens her mouth, being amazed by your question. "Yeah... yes, I do love you, Y/n. I've never stoped loving you."
You bite the inside of your cheek, that was the first time in months that she had said that she loved you, but you are hating the moment. "So why don't you show it?"
"...What do you mean? I don't understand." She shakes her head taking a step closer to you. Natasha cross her arms underneath her breasts, waiting for you to continue what's in your head.
"I know you don't." You obviously knew it. She wasn't around. She wasn't the one who could stay with you on your most heartbreaking days, the one who reassure how important you are, the one who could say that everything was going to be okay. She didn't know it. "You are never around to know if I feel loved by you or not."
"What? Of course I'm around! I still live in here, I lay next to you everyday, Y/n." She has an annoyed face now, like you were taking her precious time and saying stupid things in to her eyes.
"Oh, really? So when was the last time you hugged me? Kissed me? Held my hand? Said you loved me?" You started lift your fingers for every word tha came out of your mouth. "You are never around me, Natasha! You are always working until it's late enough for me to be awake so you can come home! And I know it because Wanda told me that you all are dismissed much more earlier than this." You take a breath waiting for her to continue with the words. You weren't even thinking at that moment, just saying what's in your head.
"Just because I work harder and more than everyone else it doesn't mean that I don't love or care for you!" Her voice starts to be louder by now. "You have to understand that the world doesn't envolves around you, Y/n. That I will stop working because you need me by your side everytime!"
"Well, guess what, Natasha? I actually got used to not have you by my side for the last few months, because you don't try hard to make this relationship works!" You got up at now. She takes a step back making room for you, so you could scream at her annoyed face. "I wait for you everyday! You know you are all I have and the only thing that matters to me. So it would be really nice of you if you do the same for me."
She stays quiet. Looking at your dark eyes by now, seeing how you are really trying to not cry over the argument. Natasha sighs, her hand going to her hair massaging it, trying to think what she could say to you. "Say something, Natasha. Do something!"
"What do you want me to say? That I'm going to quit my job, stop being a super hero just because you want me twenty-four hours per day with you?!" Her hands form fists going to the side of her body, controlling her anger towards you.
"Maybe some days off won't kill you! Risk being by my side, Natasha." You shout at her, her eyes closed hard while her head going low. "Choose something!"
"You are being unbelievable right now."
"Me? Just because I want my girlfriend to spend time with me after months of not caring about our relationship?" Natasha's hands go to her face, massaging her temples trying to be calm, almost being impossible at this point.
She grows before walking past you and heading towards the bedroom door. You only start following her when she is already going down the stairs. Your heart was racing, was she really leaving you? Was her job more important than you? Of course it was. She was years working in there before meeting you. She loved everyone on the team and mostly being a super hero. You weren't the one who could make her risk her job for someone.
Natasha takes her keys before turning around and going to the main door. She still doesn't turned around to see if you were following her, because she knew you were doing it. Your girlfriend opens the door slightly, taking a deep breath. Her head turns to the side with closed eyes, maybe regretting all of it. The argument, not being around you, not being a caring person for you. "Don't stay up waiting for me." And then, she left. You don't know how much time you spend looking at the door, would she come back to you? You didn't know. But you knew you had lost the love of your life, because Natasha was selfish enough to not change for others, even if it means she would lose someone.
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pawiie · 2 years
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Y/N: who’s a good girl? Who’s a good girl? You are Sushi. Youuu.
Clint: Ohh a dog! Lucky could play with her. You named her Sushi?
Y/N: Nah she was already named even before i got her.
Steve: A dog! Neat! Is she friendly? Can i touch?
Y/N: why don’t you go ahead and find out?
Natasha: Ugh a dog.
Y/N: the fucks wrong with my dog?
Natasha: It’s a dog.
Y/N: a dog that will replace your space in my bed if you keep that up.
Wanda: *snorts*
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caffeinated-mess · 2 years
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Wish I Didn’t Care
Pairings: (Natasha Romanoff/Reader)
Summary: You and Natasha have a friends with benefits relationship, Nat unaware of your feelings toward her. But when she tries to make you jealous by flirting with Bruce, your insecurity rises. Will she be able to fix her mistake?
WARNINGS: fwb, implied smut, implied oral (nat receiving), lightly implied d/s themes, slightest mention of violence, angst, cursing, fluff, hurt/comfort
Word count: 1,870
A/N: Woo! A fwb fic! I had a lot of fun writing this. It makes me sad that smut seems to get the most likes and reblogs even when the same amount of effort is put in, but I can’t change that. Anyways, hope y’all enjoy this!
Natasha was clear when it came to expressing her displeasure through the night. Just a few hours ago she had you on top of her, your fingernails digging into the muscled flesh of her thighs as your tongue swirled around her clit. Then there was an announcement from FRIDAY that Tony decided to throw a last minute celebration party. It was in honour of the latest mission, a simple scour of an abandoned HYDRA base. The search went surprisingly smooth, the team able to gather some extra information as a bonus, but it was nothing that demanded a celebration.
However, you consider Tony a close friend, so you pulled away from the Russian just before she was able to tumble off the edge. You had to listen to her grumbles and complaints the entirety of the time spent getting dressed, the only reason for her attendance was your quiet whisper into her ear.
“If you behave, I’ll let you choose what we do for the rest of the night.”
The words had her scrambling for a presentable outfit, an excitement that quickly wore off as the hours passed. Now the red-head holds a flirty smirk on her face as she runs a finger down the bicep of Bruce Banner. You have nothing against the guy, he’s sweet and comforting, and always self aware of his own emotions. You would even consider him as a companion due to all the time you spend with him and Tony in the labs. However, you are currently resisting the temptation to smash his face into a table until his nose is bleeding and broken.
It’s not even his fault. You and Natasha never put a name to your relationship, a fact that you are randomly reminded of, so you have no reason to be this full of rage. And sure, you know that Natasha is doing this purely to get a rise out of you. The glances she occasionally shoots you with are a big enough indication, but you can’t stop the feeling of insecurity crawling through the anger. Out of everyone to flirt with, she had to choose her ex, the caring scientist with seven PhD’s. You are very aware of the history they share, he’s one of the few people that can call her ‘Nat’ without fearing for his life.
So with one last glimpse in their direction, you politely excuse yourself from the party, hoping that people will blame your glistening eyes on the alcohol.
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You avoid Natasha for the next few days. You know that it’s an immature way to react, you’re a full-grown adult for fucks sake, but some buried part of you fears the confrontation that has never landed in your favour as a child.
So you shrug off the team’s concerned questions about the sudden distance between you and the Russian. You greet Natasha with nothing more than a strained, but friendly smile in the halls and disappear whenever she attempts to corner you. But you can’t escape team meetings, so you are occasionally forced to make small talk with Natasha, leaving whenever she tries to bring up a heavier topic. Your plans for the day take place when you know Natasha is busy elsewhere, and the training gym alongside your room quickly become your new comfort places.
Sometimes, you get a bit too fucked up at a nearby bar and wake up next to a sleeping person in an unfamiliar room. You always leave before they wake, never leaving a note even when the sex is good.
Perhaps it was foolish of you to entertain Natasha’s proposal of being friends with benefits. You know she previously had a similar arrangement with Maria Hill, before the SHEILD agent became too busy for regular hook-ups. Shortly after that, she expressed an interest in Steve Rogers, but it was apparently a short-lived experience. There were rumours of something between the redhead and Carol Danvers whenever the latter wasn’t off world. Then, of course, there was her failed relationship attempt with Bruce Banner. You never cared to find out if there was something more, Natasha assured you that all three were in the past, and you took her word for it. Maybe that was your mistake.
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Eventually, after several weeks of your avoidance, the spy gets a chance to speak to you alone. You’re positive she manipulated the situation to get her way, not that you expect anything less from a trained assassin. You were using your frustration as fuel against a punching bag when she sauntered in and asked FRIDAY to secure all exit points.
You still the bag with your wrapped hands and rest your forehead against the durable material. A second later, you walk over to a nearby resting bench, taking small sips of your water before peeling off your hand wraps.
“How long do you plan on avoiding me?”
Your head tilts up after hearing the raspiness of a familiar voice.
“I’m not avoiding you, Natasha,” you sigh. “We still talk.”
The Russian moves closer to you, her frustration shown in the slightest clenching of her jaw. You hate how easily you can read her.
“Don’t bullshit me! We don’t talk!” She explodes, and it shocks you into silence at how fast she lost her cool. “God, is this because I was flirting with Bruce?”
You scoff. “Maybe I was just bored of hooking up with you. The Earth doesn’t fucking revolve around you, Romanoff!”
Your words are harsh and cruel, they are also a complete lie, but you have always been a fantastic liar. The eye contact you maintain with her is steady, but then her gaze drops to your shoulder, and her eyes darken.
“You let someone mark you?” Her voice has lowered to a dangerous whisper.
And either you have no sense of self-preservation or you would take any opportunity to win an argument, because you match her tone and say, “That’s not the only one.”
Natasha marches towards you and you stand up, instantly on defence. “What? So you forbid me from leaving a hickey on you after all the months we spent together, but you let girls that you see for one night leave hickeys all over you?”
If looks could kill, her furious green eyes would have you buried six feet under. You hate that you find her anger attractive, you hate how you’re tempted to scream that she broke your heart.
Instead, you lean down to her eye level with a patronising smirk on your face. “Who said I only fuck girls?”
You catch her fist a second before it could collide with your face, levelling her with an unimpressed stare. Then you ask FRIDAY to unlock the gym doors.
“See you later, princess,” you mutter into her ear, teasingly dragging your thumb to pull down her bottom lip, shoulder checking her on your way to exit the room.
Your hand slaps against your face as soon as you leave her view, cursing the world and your stupidity. Fury lingers in your veins, directed at the situation, at Natasha, at yourself.
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The next day, it’s as if your roles have been reversed. You actively seek out the Russian while she seems keen on avoiding you. The AI informs you of her whereabouts when you ask, and you enter her room while she showers. It feels borderline invasive to wait until she’s the most vulnerable to corner her, but you know that she would escape in any other situation.
You sit on a chair in the corner of her room and wait patiently until the water shuts off. You wait another few minutes as she dresses. It’s habit for her to change into clothes while still in the bathroom. The door clicks open.
“Hello,” you clear your throat to make her aware of your presence. It’s only due to you half-expecting her reaction that you catch the knife she throws at you. The blade would have hit directly between your eyes.
“Why are you in my room?” Natasha asks, an indifferent facade settling on her face to conceal her surprise.
“To talk,” you state as if it’s obvious.
“There’s nothing I have to say to you.”
You don’t let her words affect you. “We were friends with benefits, Natasha. Very close friends before that,” you say and her posture relaxes ever so slightly, guilt flashing in her eyes for a second. “Communication has always played a huge role in our relationship. I am tired of being mad at you, and I want my friend back.”
You don’t dare voice that you want more. That you’ve always wanted more.
Natasha hesitates, and for a second you believe that she will send you away. You’re relieved when she mutters, “Fine.”
“I was hurt when you flirted with Bruce,” you admit. “I thought that you cared for me enough to tell me if you had feelings for him. Even if it was to annoy me, you chose him for a reason, and that bothered me.”
“I have strictly platonic feelings for Bruce,” is her eventual response and you nod, halfway convinced. You don’t want to doubt her words but you don’t think you will ever be able to completely believe her.
“We had strictly platonic feelings for each other as well, Natasha,” you counter. It’s not completely true for you, given how you were attracted to the woman upon first glance, but she doesn’t need to know that. “We still managed to begin hooking up.”
The Russian purses her lips, unable to voice a disagreement to your statement. You shake your head.
“Listen,” you start. “I lied about the sex being boring, it was damn good and I thoroughly enjoyed it. So, we can still have sex if you want. I can’t stop you from flirting with people you might be interested in, so I’m not going to drag you away from them if you want to sleep with them. We never said we had an exclusive relationship.”
Natasha’s mouth opens and you think she’s going to say something, but all that comes out is, “You’re right.”
“Alright,” you tell her, standing up and brushing imaginary dust off your knees. “That’s all I wanted, I’ll leave you alone now.”
“Wait!” You’re halfway out her door when she says it. Her voice is just a tad louder than normal. You turn around to face her, an eyebrow raised as a silent question.
Natasha murmurs something that you can’t quite make out. “….-’t want…sleep…-ther…-ple.”
“I can’t hear what you’re saying, Natasha.”
Her eyes flash to you angrily. “Stop calling me that!” She softens upon seeing your stunned expression. “Sorry.”
“It’s okay,” you reassure her as if speaking to a wounded animal. “What did you say before, Nat?”
An embarrassed flush creeps onto her face before she steels herself with faux confidence. “I don’t want you sleeping with other people.”
You’re not oblivious and, at times like these, you know Natasha better than you know yourself. “You have feelings for me.”
She panics. “It was dumb, never-mind. Forget I said anything! I’ll talk to you later, bye!”
A chuckle slips past your lips. “Bye, baby. I’m in love with you, too.”
Then you leave with a smile and pretend to not hear the giddy exclamation that comes from her room seconds later.
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v3nusxsky · 7 months
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Insecurities 18+
*Authors note~ inspired by a TikTok audio and my own thoughts about myself, it's important to remember that everyone is different and that's a good thing. You're exactly how you need to be*
Trigger warnings~ insecure depressive thoughts daddy Nat g!p Nat usual mission things smuttt is all I got here
Prompt~ Team go on a mission, r would get like kicked in the chest or something just to make her boobs hurt and she'd say on the ride home "man my boobs hurt so much after that mission" where Nat hits back with "what boobs?" So r like laughs sarcastic and goes "ahaha fuck you"
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It was really a simple mission, a simple sneak in and retrieve some of the updated super solider serum and get the heck out of there. You all knew it would be heavily guarded, that's why you, Natasha, Wanda and Yelena were sent in this one. You sat next to your girlfriend and in front of Wands while Lena opted to be the pilot of the Quinjet. In between some basic things about the mission and general chat you all arrived at the secure location.
Wanda and Yelena immediately taking control of the soldiers while you and Natasha snuck through and into the narrow halls. Dating a Russian Assassin definitely has its perks, her ability to get into rooms undetected was something you admired, although you could've used magic and drawn attention to yourself you definitely couldn't pick a lock or hack into the Hydra systems like she could. Your main job was to cover her back, make sure no one would be able to stop her. You even noticed her backing up information onto a hard drive. Smart.
A quick glance back at the redhead resulted in her quipping back "stop looking at my ass Y/n." But you didn't get a chance to reply to her as a guard delivered a hard kick to your sternum. A surprise yelp of pain alerted Nat and you both fought the guards off before taking the drive and information you'd secured and left. Yelena held the doors open for all three of you to jump in before she sped off in the Quinjet.
You slumped on the seat, a hand holding your chest as you breathed slowly in and out. Wanda noticing your pained thoughts, decided to check in on you. "Are you okay mini me?" Natasha seemed curious to what you'd say, after all she knew how much you hated admitting an injury. "I'm fine wands, just man my boobs hurt so much after that mission" you chuckled slightly. Wanda seemed to nod in understanding where as Natasha hit back with, "what boobs?" Yelena burst out laughing at your lovers reply, neither realising that had upset you. "Hahahaha fuck you" you replied sarcastically before taking yourself off to the far back corner. There you curled yourself up in a ball and attempted to sleep the flight away. The only problem was Wanda could see your thoughts were active but out of respect for you she choose not to interfere.
Arriving at the compound, you were the first one off the Quinjet and making your way to your shared room with Natasha. You knew you'd be alone, after all she always went straight to the training room to blow off some steam. You however, prefer to shower the mission away, the mindset of a clean body would be a clean slate. But instead of it calming you and clearing your mind you felt this overwhelming cloud of negativity. You were strong enough to beat them just enough to allow you to complete shower and wrap a towel around yourself.
Nat then joined you in the room to grab shower supplies and go to shower, once again leaving you well and truly alone. That's when you surrendered your mind to the thoughts. Standing in front of your full length body mirror. Instantly all you could see is the imperfections of your body. Which seemed to outweigh any positive thoughts by a ton. Your boobs felt too flat, your skin the wrong shade, your hair to straw like, your arms too thin and your thighs too thick. Hell, even your eyes seem to dull and cloudy like for you. You didn't even realise tears were flowing freely as silent sobs wracked your frame. What a sorry state for you to be in. It's not one you'd normally allow yourself to get to but Tasha had really hurt you, let alone Yelena agreeing.
Natasha didn't mean to hurt you, to her you are the most beautiful woman in the world, so perfect and pure and most definitely too good for her. A statue made by the goddess of lust herself is how Nat sees you. If only you could see yourself in the same light, but right now, all you could think and feel was disgust at yourself and your body. And if you were left just long enough you were sure it would've gotten deeper, but if there's one thing Natasha was famous for it would be routines. She always took the same amount of time and normally you'd be with it enough to notice, but not today.
"детка" she called out to you, effectively breaking the haze. Your head snapped towards the offending red head, tears trailing down your cheeks as you sat there naked being taunted by your reflection. "дорогая what is going on, who do I need to kill?" She murmured moving closer to you only for you to flinch away from her and grab your towel, "nothing Nattie, m'Kay" you sniffled. "No no детка, you're crying naked, that's not okay."
"I'm just so ugly! My thighs are too big, my arms are too small and even you don't think my boobs are even too small!" You sobbed curling into yourself. "ебать!, детка, no. No, I love your body детка I really do. моя любовь you're absolutely perfect in every way. I spoke without thinking and for that I'm so sorry. I never wanted to hurt you моя любовь." She murmured over and over until you let her hold you. From their you just cried it out in her arms.
"детка, let me show you how beautiful you truly our my love" she whispered kissing the crown of your head as you nodded silently. "Lay back моя любовь" she commanded and you did so instantly, yet trying to hold your towel to your body. "None of that красивый дорогая, you are absolutely stunning" she whispered before kissing the tear tacks stained on your cheeks. From there her lips trailed over your facial features and down the column of your neck. Words of praised murmured against the soft skin there.
Only when you seemed to be feeling better did she allow her lips to travel south, all down the length of your body, every inch of skin kissed and caressed softly. Only when her lips had finished their work did she ask you to flip over. Your shoulders were so tense she couldn't help but spend the amount of time it would take for you to relax enough there. Once again she whispered words of praise to you.
"Daddy" you whimpered, the raw intimate emotions overflowing now, leaving you bare in every sense of the word. "Тсс, моя милая девочка, папочка позаботится о тебе, котенок" her thick Russian accent doing wonders for you. After all she knew how much it made you feel good when she complements you in her native tongue. "мой милый котенок" she murmured before bringing her slender fingers to play with your pretty little clit. Her actions teasing but doing enough to bring you to the path of pleasure. "No daddy, more please want you, show me you mean it" you whined.
Showing you was exactly what she did, her hard cock slipped into your folds as her mouth trailed from your lips to your breasts. There she marked each and every inch of the soft skin, it was clear she wouldn't stop till she'd showered each breast with the same amount of attention as the other. Her thrusts slow and meaningful as she attempted to poor all her love and adoration for you into her actions. "мой, все мое" she murmured against your skin as she brought a hand in between your bodies to play with your sensitive clit.
"Gonna cum for me котенок?" She purred as her thrusts began to hit your G-spot over and over again, "yes yes daddy! Yes, please please make me" you mewled for her. "Go on, cum love" she whispered sucking harshly on the sensitive skin of your right breast. "Oh my god! Fuck" you squealed as your orgasm flooded her dick causing Nat to bite back a grown and pull from your fluttering hole to spurt cum all over your chest. Her thigh helping you ride your high while she stroked herself down from her own high. "You look beautiful babe, all painted white for daddy. A good girl for me."  From there she cleaned you up and you both got settled down in the bed where Nat spent the rest of the night loving on you and making you feel like the most beautiful girl in the world.
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leosmaxromanoff · 7 months
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Summary: What if in order to protect what you love you have to stray from the path you have always followed?
Warnings: Heavy Angst, goodbyes, mentions of death and blood, depression, grief, Genocide, Hanahaki, Reader is lost, Reader needs a hug, Talokan is gone. English isn't my first language. Men & Minor DNI || Not reader proof.
Pairing: WandaNat x Talokanil!Reader
Words Count: 3.6k
A/N: Did I got more traumatized after seeing Getou and Gojo finally animated? Yes. Did I wrote this to cpe with it? Yes.
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“Are you sure about this?”
The look that Gamora gave you made you chuckle. Of course, it wasn’t the wisest decision, but you knew it was something that needed to be done. You looked back at her and gave her a sweet smile, unfortunately, it didn’t get your eyes.
“We need to see the light at some point, right?”
Change.
That was the only thing you were not able to adapt yet. If you ever had the choice to stop it you would take it without any doubt, without even thinking about the consequences. Most people would say it wasn’t right, in the end, change was something that kept things interesting and the world and universe moving and evolving. Change allowed people to grow on themselves and become something else, sometimes it would be for a better version of themselves and others it would be the contrary. The not so fortunate cases would become their worst version of themselves.
But for you, changes, had not been as kind as anyone could expect. Changes were the things that had you standing in this position on the first place. You were the guardian of an ancient civilization. You were the right hand of your king, and more recently, you were an Avenger. Having the power to guide the souls to the other side, and using their souls as your personal army, you had become one of the most important and useful members on the organization.
That was until two days ago.
Now you were the top of the most wanted by S.H.I.E.L.D. and your future with them would only include yourself being restrained and made the test subject inside the lowest level of The Raft.
Everything you had built in the last year had come crashing down so fast that you mind was still searching the point where everything had gone wrong. The anger was something you were getting used to, but the guilt was a whole different thing. It was present at the front of your mind making you aware of the death dreams you had taken away with their hopes. The roots starting to show on your right arm were the living proof of this. Behind your skin they were growing with the guilt. The night before you had to ask for Gamora and Namora’s help when the buds of cempasúchil began to open your skin to sprout.
They would grow on your heart and lungs as long as the people you loved didn’t correspond your affection, but something that no one told you was that it could grow with a heavy loss. So now you were walking under the freezing air and the cold snow in the streets of New York waiting to see them for at least now, the last time.
With the low temperature you started to feel the tips of your fingers and toes going numb, maybe it wasn’t the best decision going out only with a pair of pants, convers and a black sweatshirt, but it wasn’t as if you were exactly paying any attention to that to begin with. When you looked the people walking besides you, the fist thing you noticed where the smiles on their faces followed by the tint of red on their cheeks and the happiness in their eyes. The kid on his father’s arms was pointing at the biggest advertisements changing on the walls of Times Square. He would pat his father’s head and his mother’s shoulder to show them whatever thing attracted his attention. On the other hand, the couple beside you were taking a selfie showing building at the center of the Square. Before you could take another step, your legs stopped abruptly as you felt the roots on your right arm starting to squeeze it as it moved forward to the base of your hand, you held your arm against your chest and walking between the crowd you let your body fell against one of the free walls you found.
Taak ulak k’iin, yóol tiʼ Amikoo.
(See you later, faithful friend)
Namor's words began to echo inside your mind like a scratched record not leaving any space for other thoughts. His child's eyes full of innocence and love was the next thing your brain put in front of you. Remembering his last laugh, you forgot how to breathe again. Your nose kept trying to pull air into your lungs, but your organ was painfully resisting your will. It seemed like any air you accomplished to get inside would disappear the moment it reached your lungs. Feeling the sweat starting to flow on your forehead, you knew you didn’t have enough time to deal with this for now. Ignoring the echoes of their laughs, you moved your head to the front and without hesitation you crashed the back against the wall. The pain made the regretful memories go away but instead now you had blood running down your neck.
When you finally got up, you walked until you saw a familiar figure resting against one of the statues on the Square.
Seeing her struggle with her hair you approached her with a soft smile on your face. Maybe some things don’t really have to change.
“Hey Hawkniss!”
When Kate looks up you saw a train of emotions passing through her eyes, starting with surprise, followed by relief to finish with doubt. Taking one of the hair bands off your wrist, you extended you hand so she could take it.
“You always forget this when you go out, I thought I told you to always bring one?” You say with a lighthearted tone. Kate rolls her eyes as she accepts the hair band and lets her head fall a little to the front while she accommodates her hair in a ponytail.
“You know S.H.I.E.L.D put an arrest warrant against you right?” They way she says it makes you look at her, the joking tone on her voice is only a façade for the worry in her eyes. “The things they are saying…” Her voice breaks mid-sentence as she moves her gaze to the kids running a few steps away from the both of you, but you know exactly what she’s asking.
You move closer to her and bumping your shoulder softly against hers you try for her to look at you again.
“You can ask, I’ve never lied before.”
“Is it true?” She looks at you with hope in her eyes, her heart fighting her mind and possibly the images and files Fury already showed her and the rest of the team. For a brief moment you imagine how that reunion went. The faces full of surprise and disbelief of everyone you had been once close to. The reaction of those who never trusted you and those who trusted you a little more than they should have. Then you were fill with the two pair of green eyes you once loved.
“Unfortunately, it is all true.”
You hear the gasp and see how her body tenses.
“Why?” She grabs the borders of the statue as she tries to avoid your eyes.
“They continue to put the sails in the same place no matter how much the wind keeps blowing them out. I just want to move the candles around. I seek a world where at the end of the road the only thing we find is not the bodies of our companions. It only happens to be that some ‘insects’ are blocking the way."
“You have lost your mind.” Kate looks at you in disbelief.
“I’m not looking for approval.” You shrug your shoulders as you look at the sky. “And I don’t expect anyone to understand either.”
You feel how she starts to move her hand towards her ear, and you smile.
“You sound just like any other delusional villain we have fought before.” She makes a pause before the person at the other side of the comm answer her call. “She’s here at Times Square. She’s dressed as a civilian.” You guess the person on the other side is reprimanding her when she answers. “Are you crazy? She can break my neck in a blink of an eye!”
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“How is it possible that you are that skinny and that fucking strong?”
You look at Peter with a mix of emotions as your brain tries to process the fact that a teenage boy just kicked your ass and probably broke one of your ribs.
“Well, you know… I eat a lot of vegetables and do a lot of excercis-“ Before he can even finish you throw one of your shoes at him.
“Don’t you dare come up with your “Friendly neighbor” persona right no- Ouch!” You were pointing at him when your body fell backward as the pain of your now officially broken ripped made its presence. When he approached you saw the panic in his eyes, and you felt a little guilty for your reaction. “Don’t make that look. I’ve fought since you weren’t even born, I should have been more careful and shouldn’t have underestimated you.” You extended your hand towards him and after a few seconds, he helps you to get on your feet again.
“I’m sorry, I should have measure better the strength I use…”
“It’s fine, I only got hurt because you got me there. I thought you were using your full force back then, but now that I know you are capable of more, next time I will not pull my punches.” You smile at him before pulling him towards your side and patting his head jokingly.
“Hey! Stop! I’m not a kid!” He says as he tries to free himself from your little attack against his hair.
“I will always see you as a kid. Kid.” You give him a soft smile begore letting go of his head. Deciding the training was finalize for the day, you started to take your things before leaving the training room, but a popping on your mind, you turned to look at Peter again. “Why did you join The Avengers?”
The question comes out of your mouth before you can even think about how it might come as intrusive and as seeing how Peter flinches a little you know you screw up, but when he starts walking with his phone in hand, you become embarrassed as you see the picture of a man smiling as his background.
“He was my uncle Ben. He died the day I got my powers when a thief shot him on the stomach.”
“Peter I-“
“Don’t worry. I guess if I see a 15-year-old guy risking his life instead of partying I would make myself the same question.” He shrugs his shoulders as he puts his phone away. “I guess… It’s just that when you can do the things that I can, but you don’t, and then the bad things happen, they happen because of you. In the end is just an everyday decision. It is a leap of faith.”
When he looks at you the weight of his determination strikes you as a bucket of cold water. You had known this kid for months now, but before now, you didn’t notice the weight he was carrying on his shoulders. And when he turns around for you to follow him, you see how his back looks bigger than before.
“ ‘With great power comes great responsibility.’ That was the last thing my uncle Ben said to me. Since then, I didn’t try to save the world, but I tried to save one person, and after meeting all this people with the same goal as me… I decided to protect them too. In the end, it is a weight we all carry, but it is easier when you are not the only one doing it.”
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“Tell me it isn’t true!” You hear Wanda’s voice coming from behind, her voice is a little agitated, but you can’t understand if it is because of the news or because she came running. “Y/N! Don’t you dare take another step forward!”
Giving a final step, you stopped in the middle of the moving crowd. The red and yellow lights from the signal of Mc Donalds were the ones reflecting on you as the words to start the end of this chapter came to your mind.
“Fury already showed you the files, and I already confessed to Kate. Are you underestimating me that much?”
“That’s not good enough reason for killing 16,000 people!” Wanda´s voice comes out as a scream, making some people to make some distance from herself. “That’s not something Peter or Namor would want for you! Did you really had to kill May and Bobby to reach your goal!?”
Please don’t hate them so much. Namor’s words only made the roots in your heart sting.
“How can I be fair if I start making exceptions from the beginning? Their deaths won’t be in vain.” You said nonchalantly.
“You said you would protect those who couldn’t protect themselves! You swore you wouldn’t kill without any good reason! This is not a good enough reason, and it doesn’t make any fucking sense!”
“It makes sense, and it has a cause as well. If you don’t understand or approve it… It isn’t my problem anymore.”
“What sense does it make to kill people to protect us!?” You feel your chest aching as the frustration in her voice becomes more noticeable. “We protect people, we do not kill them Y/N! We have the power to protect them so that’s why we do it! You can’t kill everyone just to achieve something as worthless as that.”
Wanda. Natasha.
“You are so full of yourself, aren’t you?” The harshness in your voice made her take a step back. “It is so easy for you to undermine everyone’s effort because you can do what everyone already does, isn’t it?” You said with a distant tone.
I´m sorry. I don’t now what else to do to make it all stop.
“What the hell are you talking about!?” Wanda was blindsided by your words. A lot of questions were forming around her head, but she didn’t have any answer to any of them. Since when were you feeling this way?
“You could turn your wrist or snap your fingers and you could turn the world around as you see fit…”
I thought I had the strength to face whatever it came my way as long as I were with you both, but I’m so tired of having this much blood in my hands…
For the first time in months, you finally looked at her. And for the first time in months, she saw you.
The woman that had appeared in front of her and Natasha a year ago was nowhere to be found. You had the same hair and the same eyes, you had the same pointing ears and the same wrinkles around your eyes, but the look you had, was nowhere near the proudest and righteous person she had given her heart to.
“Wanda, can you hear me? Where are you both? I don’t see you.” Natasha’s voice came through the comm, but she couldn’t bring herself to respond. The tone of your skin was paler as the clothes that once were hers and Natasha now were fitting you looser than before. But what finally broke her heart was the disdain plastered in your eyes. You were right in front of her but there was no track of the love of her life in there. Right now, the only thing she was seeing was a shell of your former self.
"Are you trying to break the will of others to do something that you would be able to do?”
I’m tired of sending the souls of the people I care to the other side. How long, before it will be the turn of either of the two of you?
With numbness in your heart, you looked at her with your gaze completely lost. This was the final step to finally begin with the final act. There would be no coming back after today, and there was no coming back after the lives you had already taken.
“Detka, please just listen to me…” Wanda pleaded with desperation in her voice, but not even her trembling body made you back down.
We keep entrusting our lives to people that only see us as weapons and will turn their backs from us the moment we make a mistake.
You saw the way the snow was resting softly against her soft hair and how beautiful she looked, as her cheeks were now completely flushed from the low temperatures the weather was providing. Some part of you wished you could also see Natasha for the last time, but you were grateful she wasn´t here right now. Would you change your mind if the both of you were here with you?
The group, you both, keep putting your trust in them…
“Are you The Scarlet Witch because you are Wanda Maximoff? Or are you Wanda Maximoff because you are The Scarlet Witch?”
That’s why I can’t trust any of you, so I have to do this alone.
“Stop…”  
“If I were you and had your powers, would you think the same about my stupid resolve?” You looked at your hands as the roots started to grow around your fingers, but not even they could stop you from making your final move. “I have decided what I want to do with my life. You can mock this leap of faith I’m making; I’m not expecting anyone’s approval.”
When you noticed Natasha’s presence getting closer, you decided it was already time to go away. Without waiting for any response, you looked at Wanda for the last time before finally removing yourself from their lives. You took in the way her teary eyes were looking at you and the way her freezing breath came out of her mouth, you notice the way her lips were moving trying to look for the right words, and how her eyes fading away the beautiful green just to become completely green.
This is the decision I’ve made and the leap of faith I’m making.
“Y/N! Wait! Malysh!” You look at Natasha and how she’s struggling to get to you between the crowd, but for the first time in months, you were grateful it was ending this way.
I don’t want to save the world; I just want to save just my people.
The roots and flowers on your chest were struggling to comprehend the consistency between your actions and your emotions. Turning around you started to walkaway leaving Natasha to deal with the people surrounding her and Wanda standing up in the middle of the street looking as you walk away. Your senses peak the moment you feel Wanda’s magic to surround her but the only way they could stop you now is if they stop your heart, and for that, you are also prepared.
“You can arrest me or kill me for all I care… That would also make sense...”
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“Wanda told me I could find you here.”
Natasha looked over her shoulder and after seeing the identity of the man, she returned to look the name of the grave inf front of her.
“So, how are you hanging on?”
“Is Tony Stark showing care for someone else apart from himself?” She said, her face full of apathy.
“I won’t take it personally Romanoff, don’t worry.”
Tony took of his coat and sat next to Natasha. The past few months had been difficult for everyone with the numerous losses and funerals they had attended, and your defection from the group was the lowest punch they had received. The union they once had was now completely nonexistent as Thor and Loki decided to return to Asgard and Clint decided to leave to be with his family. Steve went back to Wakanda to help Bucky find amore peaceful life and Wanda and Natasha were lost without you. They wouldn’t even spend time together anymore as they both decided it was best to go to every mission the got with the hope they would see you, even if it was on the contrary side of the law, but even that would be enough for them.
“I don’t need your bullshit right now.”
“God, you need to take care of your words, we have minors here.”
“How can you be like this after everything that has happened?” Natasha started to play with the grass under her shoes. She would play with everything just to avoid the concern in Tony’s eyes.
“I’m not.” Tony let out a sigh before looking at the grave. “I’m mad and I feel useless. I have made many armors, but it seems that not matter how many I make it would never be enough to protect the people I care. I have the greatest artificial intelligence in the world, and I couldn’t even get enough information about that mission…” When Tony’s voice quivered Natasha finally looked at the man in front of her but as it was now days, the shell of the man she once knew too. “There´s not a single day that I don’t feel guilt about his death. Maybe if he hadn’t died Y/N would still be here. Thor would be still here… Steve would be here…”
Not knowing what to do or say, the only thing Natasha did was resting her head against Tony shoulder as both kept staring at the grave.
In loving memory of Peter Parker,
The best nephew. The best friend. The best hero.
The amazing Spider-Man“We all have powers of one kind or another.”
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A/N: I hope you all like this.
Dividers & final image: @/jaysdividers
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selfcestmovies · 2 months
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Natasha Romanoff didn't bat her eye at experimental new tech – it was part of the job, after all. So when the SHIELD labrats asked her to test-drive a new holographic simulation... "Why the hell not," was her quick and quippy reply. It was an early developmental prototype of a platform called the Framework, designed by some young SHIELD recruit as a consequence-free space for training simulations.
Seemed innocent enough to give it a whirl.
And again, for Nat, when the training went off the rails and she found herself trapped in an unstable simulated reality... she wasn't surprised. The techs in the surface world would bring her back eventually – all she had to do was stay sane in this troublesome virtual world in the meantime.
As the system continued to glitch out and threw new bugs her way, she was surprised to realize that not all of them were dangerous. When the program duplicated her, that's when she raised her first eyebrow. Now, having been tripled, Nat started to worry.
Although these other Nat simulations seemed pretty laid back, despite her initial concerns. And trapped in a room with three of her, all eager to pass the time... Natasha found herselves game for another type of... experiment.
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I was really happy with my first Nat attempt – Love, Natasha – but couldn't help but do more for our girl. I wanted to really give her Avengers-era character a chance to shine 😈.
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fetusgooseandjuice · 1 year
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You Kept Your Promise
Pairings: Natasha Romanoff x fem!reader
Summary: After spending the day in each others arms binge-watching movies, Y/N and Natasha fall asleep with smiles on their faces. But when Natasha gets an urgent call in the middle of the night, she has to live up to her promise to protect Y/N.
Word Count: 4,856
Warnings: Car accident | Mentions of blood
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Natasha's POV:
I woke up to the sound of birds chirping outside. Taking my time with opening my eyes, I could tell that it was fairly early in the morning considering how the sun was only partially up.
I turned my head to look at the clock that sat on my nightstand, it read 7:12 am. My body fell into the routine of waking me up around this time because I liked to have an early morning run. It helps me wake up and start the day feeling productive before going into work.
But today was one of the days where I didn't have to go into the compound. I could stay in the comfort of my own home with the love of my life. I looked down when I noticed the weight on top of me only to see Y/N sound asleep. Her head laid in the crook of my neck, her legs tangled with mine.
She looked so peaceful when she slept. I could feel her breath on my neck. Her eyelashes tickled her cheeks and I smiled to myself when she tried to shift closer to me, but didn't get very far since she was already practically on top of me.
I lifted my hand with the intention of moving it under her shirt to rub her bare back to lull her into an even deeper sleep, but that was all thrown out the window because when my hand made contact with her back, she began to stir.
Her eyes fluttered open, looking up at me with her mesmerizing Y/E/C irises. When saw me already gazing down at her, she shyly giggled.
"Good morning, detka. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to wake you up." I said softly, continuing to rub her back.
"It's okay, Tasha. How long have you been up?" she mumbled, tiredly rubbing the sleep out of her eyes.
"Not very long. Just a few minutes. We both have clear schedules today, so I was just gonna let you sleep." I told her.
She nodded her head and stretched her legs before relaxing in my arms again, "What did you want to do today? Did you already have plans?" she questioned.
"I was planning on spending all day in bed, cuddling with the girl that I love so damn much." I gently pushed her onto her back to hover over her and pepper kisses all across her face.
She laughed at my antics, letting me peck her face until I tried to connect our lips, "Nooo, I have morning breath." she turned her head, making me kiss her cheek instead.
I frowned when I missed her lips, "I couldn't care less, moya lyubov'." I responded, turning her head back so I could softly kiss her.
Relishing in the feeling of not only her lips on mine, but also the happiness I felt having her with me and being able to wake up to her everyday.
"I love you." she whispered when we pulled away.
I stroked her cheek with my thumb, "I love you more."
I pecked her lips one more time before rolling off of her, getting up to change into a pair of sweatpants and tank top.
"What does my princess want for breakfast, hm?" I asked, looking at her.
"You're going to make me breakfast?" she raised an eyebrow.
"Oh of course, darling. Wanda has been teaching me how to not set the kitchen on fire so I might as well use this opportunity to put my skills to the test, right?" I grinned at her.
"Wait so this means no more frozen food when you offer to make me something?" she teased, sitting up.
"Hopefully." I answered with a light chuckle, grabbing one of my hoodies out of the closet and helping her put it over her head.
I know she likes to wear my clothes on lazy days, so I don't even wait for her to ask anymore. I grabbed her hand, leading her out of our bedroom and into the kitchen.
"Anything you have a taste for?" I turned around from the cabinet to glance at her.
She hummed while thinking, "Can we have pancakes?" she asked with a grin.
"Pancakes it is." I declared, taking out all of the ingredient and utensils to make them. But when it was time to pour the ingredients into the bowl I paused, forgetting what the measurements were.
She noticed my hesitation and chuckled to herself a little, "Do you want some help?" she questioned, about to jump in and assist me.
"No no no, I got it. I'm making you breakfast for once, so you just sit there and look pretty." While I said the last part I lifted her up to sit her on the counter, giving her a kiss to emphasize my request.
She agreed and sat back while I threw random measurements of the ingredients into the bowl, beginning to stir. When the pan was heated up, I poured some of the batter in and waited for the bubbles to form on top like Wanda told me.
"So what did you wanna do after we eat?" I asked as I turned around to face her, but the second I did she was standing there blowing flour that was in her hand onto me.
She started giggling while I chuckled in shock, "You little-" I set the spatula down on the counter before starting to chase her around the kitchen.
We were laughing and she squealed when I caught up to her, wrapping my arms around her waist from behind to pull her back into me.
I began to tickle her and we playfully struggled like this for a few minutes until I spun her around and pressed her against the fridge with my hands holding her waist, catching her off guard by deeply kissing her.
Her breath hitched, but when she realized what was happening a second later she wrapped her arms around my neck and brought me closer. The kiss only lasted for a few moments before she pulled away to catch her breath.
I nuzzled my forehead against hers, "God I love you so much." I whispered and she pulled my head down by the back of my neck to connect our lips in another searing kiss.
My hands started to wander, moving under her shirt and circling her waist. But our moment was interrupted when she practically jumped out of her skin at the startling sound of the fire alarm. I looked towards the stove to see flames in the pan, smoke rising into the air.
"Shit shit shit-" I mumbled to myself, rushing over to move the pan off the burner trying to put out the fire.
Y/N ran to open a couple windows before grabbing a towel and standing on the counter to wave it under the smoke detector, attempting to get it to stop beeping.
I eventually got the fire out and the alarm stopped ringing. Even though the only thing that burned was the pancake, I still had a pout on my face because my girl was hungry and I just burned her food.
Y/N noticed my disappointed expression and walked over to give me a hug, wrapping her arms around my neck.
"It's okay, baby. We can just find something else to eat. It's not that big of a deal." she reassured me while I let my hands rest on the small of her back.
I shook my head, "No, I'm still making you food. You don't have to worry about anything because I will figure this out."
I guess I was a little bit too determined to do this, but I didn't care.
"M'kay, but I hope you know I'm not eating that..." she trailed off with a chuckle, looking at the extremely overcooked pancake.
"That's not even my fault. You distracted me with that little stunt, and those perfect lips of yours." I whined.
"Okay, maybe I did. But you and I both know you're not really mad about it." she teased with a shrug of her shoulders.
"Yeah yeah, whatever. Just sit your cute butt back up there while I try this again." I playfully sighed, tapping her butt before starting to make another pancake.
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After finally managing to make some edible pancakes for the both of us, we ate breakfast. Y/N had decided on binge-watching movies and cuddling the rest of the day which I had no objections to. I would never pass up a chance to have her in my arms.
Now that it was dark outside and the time was getting closer to 8:00 pm, I ordered dinner from her favorite place which just arrived. I made sure that her meal was exactly how she liked it before bringing the food into the living room where she was waiting for me on the couch with the film paused.
"Here you go, detka. You didn't have to stop the movie for me. We've seen this like ten times already." I spoke, putting the box of food on her lap and placing a quick kiss on her head.
"Don't be silly, Nat. This is your favorite part." she smiled as I took my previous spot on the couch beside her and she snuggled into my side.
"Alright, press play then." I chuckled and she pressed before we started to eat.
"Why did you break up the encounter with my pet python. Because I discovered he had a crush on me." I said the words along with the characters in the movie.
"You do that every time." she giggled.
"Because every time you laugh, and I like making you laugh." I swallowed a bite of food and then turned my head to kiss her temple.
We finished dinner and watched the rest of the movie while Y/N curled further into me. Laying her head on me, I wrapped my arms around her.
I was about to ask her what she wanted to watch next, but when I looked down she laying on my chest fast asleep. I looked at the clock which read 10:48.
"Y/N," I whispered to wake her up, but she didn't move a muscle.
"Come on, darling. We'll be more comfortable in our bed." I softly said, but once again she didn't move.
I smiled to myself, grabbing the remote to turn the tv off. I stood up, picking her up along with me. Carefully stepping over the blanket that fell off of us and onto the floor, I made my way to the bedroom.
I gently laid her down before climbing into bed too. She unconsciously moved closer to me, her head falling onto my shoulder. I pulled the blankets up, making sure that she was covered and then pulling her into my arms.
"Good night, dorogoy. I love you."
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Later in the night, my eyes opened at the sound of my phone ringing on my bedside table. I quickly silenced it so it didn't wake Y/N, looking at the clock on the table. 1:16 am. Whoever was calling me at this time better have a good reason for it.
I glanced at the screen, and it was Steve. Sighing, I slipped out from under Y/N and walked out of the bedroom before answering the phone.
"What? Is it urgent?" I spoke in a hushed voice to not disturb my loves sleep.
"A little bit. The guys that Fury were tracking down were more than one step ahead of us. They've known we were looking for them this whole time. We received a recording from them saying that they have each one of our locations, and they’ll take us out one after the other. Fury needs all of us at the compound ASAP so we have everyone accounted for at all times. Bring Y/N too." he explained over the phone.
"Y/N? Why does she need to be involved in this?" I furrowed my eyebrows out of concern.
"It's just precaution. Y/N is close to you and he doesn't want them trying to use her against us. We don't know what these guys are planning to do. Clint is even taking his family to the safe house before coming here."
"How long is he expecting us to stay?" I asked.
"Not sure. I'd assume until we get them off our backs and this whole thing blows over."
I exhaled, peaking through the cracked open door to make sure she was still asleep, "Alright, we'll be there in a few." I responded before hanging up the phone.
I re-entered the bedroom and walked over to my side of the bed which was where Y/N was currently laying.
"Y/N, detka. Come on, wake up." I whispered, placing my hand on her hip to coax her awake.
"Hm." she murmured, half asleep.
"I know you don't want to wake up, darling, but we've got to go." I told her, and this made her open her eyes.
"What? What time is it, and where are we going?" she mumbled, sitting up.
"It's 1:20. I'll explain in more detail once we get in the car, but we're going to stay at the compound for a little bit, Fury's orders. We can pack some bags but we've got to be quick." I tried to speak in a calm voice to make her not panic.
We've been together for a while, so it's not unusual for her when I have to jump up and leave suddenly. But I've never had to bring her with me before, so this was different.
Okay, but why?" she spoke in a hesitant voice.
"I don't have much time to explain right now you just have to trust me, and you trust me right?" I asked, trying to comfort her.
She nodded her head. "Good. Now just pack some of your clothes, and I'll worry about everything else." I responded.
"Okay." she mumbled quietly.
I leaned in to press my lips to her forehead, letting them linger there for a few seconds before patting her thigh and standing up.
"Alright, let's go." I said and we both changed out of our pajamas, I obviously had to put on my leather jacket that was hung up on the closet door.
As she stuffed clothes into a duffel bag, I made sure my gun was loaded before putting it in my pocket and packing some of my own clothes.
When we were ready I carried the bags out to our white Lada Niva, putting them in the trunk. She got in the passengers seat while I got in the drivers.
"Nat, can you tell me what's happening now?" she said while buckling her seatbelt.
I exhaled, "We made a mistake when tracking down these people, and now they're tracking us. They know where everyone on the team is, and Fury thinks it'll be safer if we're all together. I needed to bring you with me so they don't try to do anything to you."
"They're coming after us?" she sounded nervous.
"We don't know who they're targeting first which is why we're staying at the compound for a little bit. So we're not alone." I buckled my own seat belt and started the car.
"What're they going to do when they get to us? Are they gonna hurt you?" her voice wavered.
I sighed, putting my hand on the side of her face to stroke her cheek, "I don't know, moya lyubov'. But if they try you know I can handle them."
"I'm scared." she confessed.
"I know. I know you're scared, baby. But I've got you, okay? You know i'll never let anything happen to you, yeah?" I spoke in a soft voice.
She nodded her head before looking down. I moved my hand from her cheek, tilting her chin back to look at me so I could lean in and gently kiss her lips.
I knew we really needed to get on the road, but I couldn't move forward with anything else knowing how afraid she felt with how sudden and quick all of this was happening. I had to take a few minutes to comfort and talk to her.
I let her choose when to break the kiss, not wanting to pull away until she was ready so I knew that she was okay.
"I love you, detka." I said against her lips when she pulled away, gazing into her eyes
"I love you too, Nat." she whispered.
At that, I settled into my seat and took the car out of park. The ride to the compound was a little over half hour since she and I bought a small little house in a more rural area.
But the whole drive, I kept one hand on the wheel while holding her hand with my other. I got her to talk about other things to take her mind off the situation.
As she started talking about what she hoped to cook with Wanda, my eyebrows slightly furrowed when I noticed a van make the same turn as us once again. I readjusted the rear view mirror to get a better look.
Considering how late at night it is there are barely any cars out on the roads right now, and it's been behind us for the past few minutes. So now I'm beginning to think it's not just a coincidence.
I continued to nod my head and hum, listening to what Y/N was saying I didn't worry her while making one last wrong turn to which the van also followed.
At this point, it was clear to me that the van was following us. I took my hand out of Y/N's momentarily so that I could reach under the seat and press the emergency button.
There was one in every team members vehicle so that it would subtly alert the rest of them that help was needed. But just a couple seconds later I looked into the rear view mirror, and the van was no longer there.
I didn't know whether to relax or stress more, so I just kept driving on the route to the compound while staying alert. I tried to keep Y/N distracted, but it didn’t last very long.
As we reached the bridge that would take us across the water, out of the side-mirror I saw something fly under the car, and then I heard the explosion.
I felt the sudden wave of heat and the cuts piercing through my skin from the windows shattering. The car flew into the air, rolling over multiple times before crashing into the guardrails, the front of it hanging over the bridge.
"Fuck-" I whispered to myself, lifting my head from where it limply hung forward when the car came to a stop.
I glimpsed out my window, checking to see if what caused this was still there. But even after looking out of the passenger window, I saw nothing. What I did see was that the explosion damaged the main structure of the bridge, making it very unstable.
Looking over at Y/N, she was still conscious but in shock. I could see the pieces of shattered glass in her hair and on her clothes, the bleeding cuts on her face.
"Shit, detka are you okay? What hurts? Tell me what hurts." I said, reaching over to cup her cheeks and wipe blood off her face.
"I-I'm okay, Nat. I'm-" she cut herself off, gasping in pain when she moved her leg.
I shifted my gaze down to see a big shard of glass piercing her thigh, "Oh god, okay. Don't take it out, leave it there because it's stopping the bleeding. I'm gonna get us out of this, it'll be okay."
When I unbuckled my seatbelt I fell forwarded into the dashboard, causing the car to rock more. We both let out a shriek at the sudden motion, and I cursed myself for causing her more fear in a situation like this.
I quickly realized that the only way out was through the shattered rear windshield since the front of the car was hanging over the bridge.
“I’m gonna climb over the seats so I can get out through the back. Don’t move I’m gonna get you out after, alright?” she nodded her head and I kissed her forehead before carefully crawling over the center console, climbing out of the window.
I turned around, now focusing my attention on getting Y/N out, “Okay unbuckle your seatbelt and climb over the seat the same way I did, slowly though.” I called out.
She undid her seatbelt and started climbing over the center console just as I did, but the car suddenly shifted again, leaning further over the bridge. She yelped, slightly falling back.
“Come on, dorogoy. You’ve got it, move slowly.” I tried to calm her down.
She did as I told her, but the sound of a car engine caught my attention. I turned my head to see the same van that was following us earlier come to a stop at the end of the bridge.
I cursed under my breath. I couldn’t deal with these guys right now when Y/N is still in the car. I watched as the doors opened and at least ten people got out, stalking towards us.
In my head I was contemplating what to do, but I didn’t have to for very long because I recognized one of Clint’s trick arrows stunning a few of them.
Steve, Yelena, and Wanda also made themselves known by starting to attack them, giving me time to focus on Y/N.
When she got to the backseat she was now close enough for me to reach into the window and pull her through it. I set her on her feet, but she winced as the leg that had the shard of glass stuck in it gave out, and she collapsed into my arms.
“Oh I’ve got you. Here, get on my back.” I bent down so I could carry her on my back while she wrapped her legs around my waist, and her arms around my neck. I still held onto her, but if I needed to use my hands then I would be able to.
I didn’t really know where to go. I had to get Y/N out of here, but with everything going on around us there really wasn’t a safe place for me to take her until the team took care of those guys.
So I just resulted in getting off the bridge before she’s gets caught in the crossfire. But just as I started to move the car toppled over the bridge, and into the water.
The bridge was already unstable enough, so when this happened the bridge shifted tremendously causing me and everyone else to stumble over their feet. Already being close to the edge when I tripped, I fell over the bridge.
Out of instinct I threw my hands up and managed to grab onto a metal bar that was loosely hanging from the frame of it, Y/N was still holding onto me.
She shrieked out of fear and I grunted while struggling to hold on with both hands. I started to grab the edge of the bridge to pull us up, but it shifted once again before I got the chance.
This time it caused Y/N’s grip on me to falter, her arms and legs slipped from sound me. Before she could fall I took one hand off the bar to grab her hand, holding onto her for dear life.
I tried pulling her back up, but I struggled and my hand was slipping.
“Nat- Nat you have to let me go or we’re both gonna fall.” she stuttered out, but I ignored her words.
Letting go was never an option in my mind. It never would be.
I mustered up as much strength as I could and started to pull her up once more, grunting through gritted teeth. I managed to lift her up enough for her to be able to latch onto my back once again, wrapping her arms around neck and her legs around my waist.
I put my held onto the bar with two hands again, but before I did anything I saw Clint’s head peeking over the edge out of the corner of my eye.
My eyes widened in relief, “Clint, pull us up!” I yelled and he ran over to where we were, giving me his hand and he pulled us back onto the bridge.
I laid there for a second to catch my breath before standing up, helping Y/N up too. I looked around and saw the people that they were fighting spread out on the ground unconscious.
A voice and a hand on my shoulder pulled me out of the thoughts, “Come on, the cars are over here.” Clint said with a small smile.
I nodded my head, picking Y/N up bridal style and following the team to the cars. When we arrived at the compound I took Y/N to the medbay to get her leg looked at by Bruce.
We were there for about an hour as he removed the glass and stitched her up, then I was able to bring her back to my room that I rarely used anymore since I moved out of the compound.
We borrowed extra clothes and changed into them, finally being able to rest in bed. I laid on my back and wrapped an arm around her while she cuddled into my side.
The room was comfortably silent until I spoke up, wanting to talk about something that was on my mind, “Why did you choose me?”
She looked up at me with a slight frown, “What do you mean?”
“This isn’t the life you deserve. Having to flee from your house in the middle of the night is not the ideal life. You deserve someone who has to protect you from the cold weather outside during winter, not from people who are actively trying to kill you. And someone who’ll propose to you with the biggest diamond ring in existence. I can’t give you any of that Y/N.” I told her, staring at the ceiling.
She lightly chuckled, “Natasha if you’re worried about money and material things, I’d marry you with paper rings for all I care. And as for the rest of it, I knew what came with your job. I knew what you did was dangerous, but I still yes when you asked me to be your girlfriend because I love you. I can’t imagine being with anyone else because you are the life that I want.”
I finally looked down at her, “I just hated seeing you hurt.” I whispered, my eyes glossing over.
“Oh, Nat-” she began, sitting up on her elbow to look into my eyes and wipe away a tear that escaped with her thumb, I kept my arm around her waist.
“Before all of this happened you promised that you would protect me, and you did. There’s only so much you can do to prevent things from happening entirely, but you got us out of the situation. You literally hoisted me up onto your back with the strength of one arm while holding on for the both of us.” she smiled at me.
“Yeah, I guess Steve’s ridiculous and unreasonable workouts have a reason after all.” I chuckled.
“See?” she smiled.
“And here we are now. Laying in bed, me in your arms, safe and sound. You kept your promise.” she whispered the last sentence, dropping her forehead onto mine.
I closed my eyes inhaling her comforting scent, “Well I’d be a terrible girlfriend if I broke it.” I joked with a grin.
“Yeah, you would.” she teased.
I smiled, lifting my head off the pillow to capture her lips in a passionate kiss. Her soft hands came up to cup my face, mine stayed on her waist and the small of her back.
After all that happened I didn’t want to pull away, ever. I still couldn’t understand why a sweet, gentle girl like her would want to be with someone like me. But if it was what she wanted, then I would happily oblige and keep her safe with me.
“I love you.” she whispered when she pulled away.
My hand came up to caress the side of her face, “I love you more.” I said against her lips.
She laid back down, curling into my side and laying her head on my chest. I wrapped my arms around her in a protective manner, planning on falling asleep after I knew she did.
But I still had one thing on my mind.
“You would really marry me with paper rings?” I curiously questioned.
I felt her chuckle, “Of course, Nat.” she responded, I could hear the tiredness in her voice before she let herself start to fall asleep.
“Good to know.”
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wandanatsthings · 24 days
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𝐇𝐢𝐢 𝐠𝐮𝐲𝐬 𝐬𝐨 𝐢 𝐝𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐬𝐨 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐬 𝐨𝐫 𝐟𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐬𝐲𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝟐 𝐟𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐬 (+𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫) 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐢 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐨 𝐦𝐲 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐞. 𝐃𝐫𝐨𝐩 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐲 𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐛𝐢𝐨. :)) ♡︎♥︎
𝐃𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐫: 𝐢 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐛𝐞 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐭/𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐦𝐚𝐲𝐛𝐞 𝐢 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐟𝐮𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞 :)) ♡︎♥︎
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beidouswif3y · 2 months
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I feel like natasha sometimes has the habit of sleeping with one hand raised to the headboard due to having had her wrist cuffed to the headboard back in the red room
she tries to break the habit and is mostly successful but there are nights you will find her sleeping that way
it breaks your heart but you know it's a difficult habit to break since that's how she's lived her life for as long as she can remember
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wandaslittlelove · 1 month
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Natasha Romanoff
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Dark ♞, Smut ❤️‍🔥, Fluff 🌸, Angst ���
Series:
One Shots:
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wandanatsbaby · 9 months
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Never Coming Home
Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x reader
Warnings: angst. Character death
Song: Something in the Orange. Zach Bryan
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It'll be fine by dusk light I'm telling you, baby
These things eat at your bones and drive your young mind crazy
But when you place your head between my collar and jaw
I don't know much but there's no weight at all
And I'm damned if I do and I'm damned if I don't
'Cause if I say I miss you I know that you won't
But I miss you in the mornings when I see the sun
Something in the orange tells me we're not done
You sat on the couch in your living room that you once shared with Natasha. You had her contact pulled up in her phone with the words “I miss you” typed out before you quickly deleted them and threw the phone on the table with a sigh.
To you I'm just a man, to me you're all I am
Where the hell am I supposed to go?
I poisoned myself again
Something in the orange tells me you're never coming home
Being a civilian while Natasha made you feel like a nobody most times. Although every time you started to feel that way she was quick to make those thoughts go away.
You drank the bottle of alcohol that was left out on the table as you stared at the avengers faces on the news. You noticed she didn’t smile much anymore. After the blip her light seemed to dim. No more smiles or hugs. No dancing in the kitchen at night. She lost herself. You hoped she would come home soon as the house no longer feels like home without her and her scent starting to fade away.
I need to hear you say you've been waitin' all night
There's orange dancing in your eyes from bulb light
Your voice only trembles when you try to speak
Take me back to us dancing, this wood used to creak
Natasha showed up at your doorstep years later. It was the middle of the night and she was struggling to say what she wanted. You gave her a sad smile as you let her in. Standing in the kitchen the lights seemed to reflect in her eyes and you feel in love with her all over again. There was so many memories in this house of her. You wish you could dance with her one last time.
To you I'm just a man, to me you're all I am
Where the hell am I supposed to go?
I poisoned myself again
Something in the orange tells me you're never coming home
You cried loudly as you sat on the floor with another beer in your hands. You really were just a civilian. She was your everything but it seemed you were nothing. Now looking at the note that the avengers sent you, you knew she would never come home to you.
If you leave today, I'll just stare at the way
The orange touches all things around
The grass, trees and dew, how I just hate you
Please turn those headlights around
Please turn those headlights around
You stood at Natasha’s grave. The light from the sunset reflected off her grave just as it did her eyes. You hated going outside. Everything reminds you of her. You hated the sunset. You hate the trees. You hated everything. But most of all you hated her for never coming home. For feeling like it was her responsibility to bring everyone back.
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pawiie · 2 years
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Avenger’s compound
Tony: Alright Team, can i have all of your attention on me.
Rhodes: Like you need more.
Tony: I am ignoring that. Anyways, i have to inroduce you all to my protégé, Y/N who’ll take on my mantle just incase of my sudden demise or if i just want to settle down or something.
Y/N: Sup. *nod*
Steve: sup?
Vision: I believe its a slang or a short term for what is up, a form of greeting nowadays, Captain.
Steve: oh. Sup. *nod*
WandaNat through mind link
Wanda: holy shit you’re right.
Nat: RIGHT?? RIGHT???
Wanda: yeah oh god..
Nat: dibs
Wanda: oh come on.
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8bitscarlet · 2 years
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A Boring Night
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Summary: It was supposed to be a boring night at an even more boring charity event. Natasha though, was willing to do anything to get out of going.
Pairing: Natasha x Reader
Genre/Warnings: Smut 18+ ONLY!!!//MINORS DNI!! (cussing, top!reader, bottom!natasha, fingering (r giving), oral sex (r giving), strap-use (r giving), edging, degradation (use of slut), praise (use of princess), toy usage, car sex)
Word Count: 2.8k
A/N: Another Natasha fic for everyone and this is 100% smut with no plot. Happy Reading!
*please do not repost or translate my material or claim as yours. reblogs, comments and likes are always appreciated!*
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Pulling on your jacket as you glance at the clock by the front door, you let out a soft sigh and lean to the side, 
“We’re going to be late!”
Your dress shoes squeak against the floor, listening to the clicking of Natasha’s heels as she comes down the hallway. Turning, you grab her jacket from the hooks to help her. As you turn, your jaw clenches tightly as you listen to the soft stretching of the fabric in your grasp. 
“I’m coming, I’m coming! My hair was not cooperating,” she chuckles and raises a brow, holding out her arms for her jacket. 
You keep it in your hands as you glare at her, eyes running down her body. Her dress leaves nothing to the imagination, practically a corset on her. Her breasts are nearly popping out of the tight black fabric and there wasn’t much fabric that would stop you from sliding your hand between her thighs. 
“You’re not going out in that,”
Nat gives a soft scoff as she holds out her hand, “Oh, and who’s going to stop me?”
Taking in a careful breath, you know what she’s doing. She’s been complaining about this charity event this whole month. She’d do anything to get out of it, even riling you up enough to tear that dress off her body and spend the rest of the night breaking the bed. That smirk on her face tells you the truth and you let out a low hum. 
Flicking out her jacket, you nod for her to step into it, “Fine.”
You try your best to hide the grin on your face as her eyes widen in shock, her plan backfiring so early in the night, “Fine?”
Stepping forward, you put her jacket on her shoulders and turn for your keys, “We’re going to be late.” 
Her fingers try to grip around your arm but you keep walking and open the door. Green eyes try to read you but you keep a loving smile on your face, waiting for her to walk outside. Her heels click out into the evening air as you follow after her. 
The car ride is calm, your hand resting on her thigh the whole drive as you keep light conversation. Asking her about her last mission and what it’s like training the new kids at the Compound. She speaks carefully, eyes continuing to flick to you and waiting for your hand to rise further and further up her thigh. Waiting for you to pull off into a neighborhood and miss the party with some extracurricular activities. 
But you do none of that. The most you do is lazily glide your thumb across her soft skin and then the two of you are walking into the venue. It’s a quiet evening, none of the bumping music and dancing like at the Compound parties. There’s flutes of champagne for toasts and an open bar for something tastier. 
As soon as you walked inside, eyes were locked onto Nat. You held your ground though, pressed a kiss to her head as you walked through the crowds. She stood uncomfortably next to you, crossing her legs as you rested a lazy arm on her waist. She tried to pull your attention to her, playing with the nape of your neck and playing with your open collar. You ignored every touch or gave a simple grin to your girlfriend. You were going to milk this night for all it had to offer you, and if that meant talking to sleazy billionaires and boring senators, you were going to do it. 
Natasha had excused herself after the eighth boring conversation and promised to return with drinks. After another senator without her by your side, you turned around and found her across the way at the bar. She was giggling, hand resting on the shoulder of another wannabe Tony Stark. Her eyes flashed to yours as you narrowed your sights on her and excused yourself from the conversation. 
She saw your advance and stepped closer to the man, fixing his bowtie and smirked. She knew how much your blood was raging in your veins as you gripped your glass tighter. As you got closer, she started to meet you halfway and you leaned into her as she pulled at your belt. 
“We’re leaving.”
She hummed, “Now you care about what I want. All because you got jealous.”
You pulled in a deep breath as you turned your head, “One of these days we’ll find something useful for that mouth of yours.”
Nat’s eyes glowed at your words and she was out the door and waiting at the valet faster than you could say bye to Tony. 
The car is driving up as you slip into your jacket and descend the stairs slowly. Nat flashes a smile to the young valet, thanking them for their efficiency.
You walk up to both of them and guide Nat to the passenger side door as you reach for it. The valet tries to beat you but you turn quickly and jab a finger into their chest, 
“I’ve got it. You’re starting to get a line,” you glare behind him at the couple that is ready to leave. 
Breathing in, you turn back to your girlfriend with a grin, “Did you have fun?”
She looks at you, a little confused at the softness in your voice as you hold the door open for her, “Of course. Who doesn’t love an open bar? I’m ready to get home though,”
You hum as her hand runs down your body, eyes flicking up to yours with a mischievous grin as she runs along the front of your pants.
Climbing into the driver’s seat, you start the long drive back home and wonder to yourself how long you can hold yourself together. As much as you wanted to make Nat squirm impatiently in that seat, you also wanted to hear her scream your name. 
“Are you upset?” Nat whispers, sliding out of her jacket slowly. 
You glance over to her as the light turns red, “Why would I be mad? I had a wonderful night with my girlfriend. Didn’t I?”
She huffs quietly, settling back into the seat. The light is long, out in the middle of nowhere, no other cars are crossing the intersection. It’s just your headlights beaming out into the darkness and you hear Nat’s breathing growing deeper. 
Glancing over, you watch as her legs spread and the small amount of fabric from her dress rises up her thighs. Her hands run teasingly close to her core and you grip the steering wheel tighter. She sighs out lightly, a jolt running through your chest as you clear your throat and try to tear your eyes away.
Instead, you fall into her trap and see the begging look in her eyes and the smirk on her lips that part to release a soft moan. 
The light has finally turned green and has been green for a while as you realize you can move the car. It flicks to yellow when you finally get your foot off the brake and you squeal through the intersection. 
“You need to put on your seatbelt,” you grumble, gripping the steering wheel tighter as Nat moans. 
You glare out the windshield, looking out the corner of your eyes as her hand rises up her body and squeezes her breasts. She isn’t hiding any of the noises of pleasure she’s having right now and you’ve had enough as you pull over to the side of the road and turn the car off. 
“I’m not driving until you put on your seatbelt.”
Nat giggles over in her seat as she leans over the center console and pulls at the belt. You don’t look at her, not wanting to give her the satisfaction of breaking when she’s supposed to be needing you. Her teeth scrape against the vein in your neck as she pulls your shirt free and runs her fingers along your skin. 
Her nimble fingers undo all of the buttons as she presses her lips against your stomach. You clench your body as you feel her cold hands slide towards your back as she grips onto you. Nat’s lips attach to your neck as she climbs into your lap. 
Your hands have stayed on the steering wheel, steely eyes staring ahead and just waiting for the shine of headlights to come from either direction. There’s no one. Just Nat’s increasing temptation and your pounding heart and rapid breathing. Her hips start to roll against you, feeling the strap you’ve brought to the party. 
“You cheat,” you growl, wrapping your arm around her waist and pulling her back with you to the backseat. 
She squeals at the violent and quick movement as you drop her down onto the seats. The interruption doesn’t slow her from ripping of your shirt as you tear apart the zipper of her dress. 
“I really liked that dress,” she whimpers agaisnt your neck as you pull the fabric off her shoulders. 
“Yeah?” you grunt as her legs wrap around you and you lick a long stripe from the valley of her breasts to her chin, “I fucking hated it.”
She giggles as you grip her breasts tightly, massaging them and pulling a moan from her lips. You’ve been waiting to get your hands on them all night and now, as you roll her nipples between your fingers, the wait was worth it. Her moans wash over you and you smell her whiskey breath, a chuckle escaping your lips now that you know where she’s gotten all this confidence from. 
“What do you want,” you growl into her ear, her nails digging sharply into your back as you attach your lips to her neck. 
She gasps when she feels the sting of your markings on her skin as you work down to her breasts. You tongue swirls around her nipple, her hips bucking against you for you to work down. 
“You,” she gasps out as you shimmy her dress down her body. 
“And what do you want me to do?” you whisper between kisses as you move over to her other breast, your hands roaming along her skin. Squeezing her thigh with one hand, you chuckle when you don’t feel her wearing any panties. She knew she’d be getting something tonight. 
Her mouth opens to answer you but you’ve slipped your hand between her legs and shove two fingers into her without warning. She’s dripping onto your seat and your fingers slip right into her, a gasp catching in her throat. You thrust in and out at an unrelenting pace, not giving her time to adjust but she’s pulling you closer into her. 
“Aw, you’re so needy, aren’t you? Can’t wait ten more minutes for me to fuck you properly? Just a drunk little whore, aren’t you?”
Nat clenches her eyes shut, nodding as she tries to keep her moans behind her lips. You grin, stopping your fingers from their movement and listen to her whine as she tries to get your fingers to move again.
“Oh? Where did that smart little mouth go, hm?” You raise your brows as you slowly slide your fingers out of her, feeling her walls clench tightly around you. She moans, fingers pulling at your neck to try and kiss you, to feel you. “I told you we’d figure something out. Open up,”
Her eyes widen from their hooded stare as you press your slicked fingers against her lips. Slowly, she opens her mouth and you slide your fingers into the warmth of her mouth. She hums, cleaning your fingers as you start to adjust your pants with your free hand and slowly pump the other. 
“Look at me,” you say, waiting until she opens her eyes and rests those green eyes on yours, “There you go. So fucking pretty, you know that?”
Nat nods slowly, sighing out as you start to thrust your fingers faster ever so slightly and glide the head of your strap along her dripping folds. 
“Is this what you wanted all night, for me to fuck that mouth of yours? While I fuck you senseless with my cock?” You watch in a trance as her cheeks hollow out, eyes already rolling to the back of her head. 
“Not much to say now, hm?” you slide your fingers from her mouth, “What am I supposed to do with you?”
Her legs that wrap around your waist try to pull you into her but you hold back and wait for her words. To see that blush on her cheeks when you make her tell you what she wants. 
“Please, please,” she begs quietly as your hand rests on her neck, “Fuck me, Y/N.”
With that, you rut your hips forward and bottom the strap out into her. Her breath catches as her back arches up towards you, not giving her time to adjust to the stretch. Your pace is fast and deep, skin slapping against each other as you tighten your grip around her neck just enough to turn her on. 
Nat’s hand wraps around your wrist as her body jerks with each of your thrusts. You lean above her, making sure you hit that spot that makes her scream your name and you can see it on her lips. Trying hard to not give you the satisfaction that she can’t resist you. 
With each grunt and rocking of the car, you guide your hand against her clit and that’s her tipping point. Her legs tighten around your hips as she lets out all of her gasps and yells out, 
“Oh my god, Y/N! Yes, fuck!” 
You slow your thrusts as her sweating body collapses into the seat and she rides out the end of her high. Sliding out for her, you guide your lips down her body and run your tongue through her slick folds. She squirms beneath your touch as you moan, tasting her for the first time tonight. 
“God you taste so good,” you mutter, swirling your tongue around her clit and working her back up to another orgasm. 
Her hips are rolling now, coating your face with her and you know it isn’t far now. Your stomach twists with each sound she makes, a warmth growing in your own body. You grin as she fingers run through your hair, pulling slightly with weakened strength. You have a lot of plans for her tonight.
Pinning her hands down to her sides, you lick a long strip up her folds and sit back on the seat. Nat sighs, opening her tired eyes and sees you getting yourself dressed again. 
She weakly reaches out for you, grabbing onto your half tucked shirt, “More. Please, please,”
You chuckle, “Oh, you want another? A greedy little whore? Is that what you are?”
She nods quietly. That wasn’t the answer you were looking for though and your press your palm against her clit and watch her gasp. 
“Use your words, princess.”
Her hips grind against your hand but you move away before she can cheat, “I’m a greedy little whore. Y/N, fuck me. Please.”
You hum and fasten your belt, “I don’t think I will,”
Nat clenches her brows, working out of her orgasm haze and tries to get you back on top of her. You shake your finger at her, “It’s frustrating, isn’t it? Being so close… Almost as frustrating as having to watch all those eyes on you all night.”
Chuckling, you reach into the pocket of your jacket. Your phone shining onto your face as you start to set up the little gadget in your hand. 
“Besides. We sit here any longer and a kind police officer is going to interrupt our fun. Or is someone eager to get back into those handcuffs?”
You slowly slide on the extra clothes you have stored for occasions like this onto her body. Covering her sweaty body with an oversized hoodie but before you slide on the sweats, you take the toy in your hand and gently slide it into her. She sighs, wishing it took her over the edge as you gently shine your phone in her face. 
As her eyes open and focus on the screen, you slide your thumb along the screen and hear the toy activate inside of her, a muffled vibration. She grips you tightly, moaning out at the sensation and nearing the edge again. 
“You can wait ‘til we get home,” you whisper in her ear as you tone it down. 
Nat grabs your shirt, “Please, the drive is so long. Y/N, I’m so close-,”
Your thumb slides again and she presses her face into your neck, groaning as you drop the vibration again.
“You’re going to wait, because I said to wait. Now buckle up, princess,” You climb out of the car and help her back into the passenger seat on shaking legs, to keep an eye on her, “I need you safe and sound until I can fuck the daylights out of you.”
Buckling yourself up and starting the car, the headlights burn out into the dead of night and Nat lets out an impatient huff. You glance over at her, the app open for both of you to see as your arm rests on the center console
“You love these stunts, don’t lie,” you whisper, getting the car rolling down the street.
Nat rolls her eyes, “I love you not these- oh fuck!”
You chuckle quietly, turning down the app and thinking of exactly what you’re going to do once you get home.
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v3nusxsky · 8 months
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Hi! Could you do a CG Natasha/Little!reader? Where the reader has abandonment issues, and severe separation anxiety ( due to basically being passed around the foster care system) and she breakes a cup on accident ( or breakes something) and panics because she thinks her momma will be mad and leave her and fluff/comfort happens?
Love bug
*Authors note~ Mars failing her driving exam with silly mistakes equals an Agere fic so I hope you all enjoy*
Trigger Warnings~ little r cg momma nat mentions of Wanda (aunt) hinted at foster care rough childhood and abuse
Prompt~ see ask^^^^^
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You were okay before she left, you managed to kiss her goodbye and totally didn't cry. Well you did but after she left. It was silly really, she'd be gone twelve hours maximum, the mission so low risk she'd be doing a duo rather than a whole team. Without you. Of course you worry for her, as she does for you, but for some reason this mission was hitting you hard. Perhaps it was the fact it was last minute or maybe you'd just been pretty sensitive today. But either way Natasha had asked Wanda if she'd keep an eye on you today. It made things easier for you to have someone around when Nat couldn't be there.
Natasha left about ten in the morning and you weren't expecting her to be there till ten at night, so of course you cried yourself to sleep for a nap. Your hope was that it would take up most the time but in fact you only managed to sleep for an hour and a half. You'd woken up feeling rather small, not really understanding you'd regressed or why you'd done so. But the list that you'd made yourself to keep yourself busy and fully distracted from your lover's absence was forgotten.
Without the mental capacity to even consider doing all your adult you tasks you just rolled over and snuggled into your Mama's pillow, nuzzling into her scent hoping to convince yourself she was truly right her. It did nothing but make you miss her more now. Crying was your only reaction to this and that's how Wanda found you when an hour later. Eyes now puffy and red as you sobbed for your Mama. "Oh darling, are we a little one?" Wanda murmured gaining your attention and receiving a small nod and whimper of "Auntie Wan" accompanied but sniffed and whimpers."I'm here lovely, what can Auntie Wanda do for you?"
"Wan Mama" you whimpered, pouting at the mind reading witch. "Oh I know my darling girl, remember Auntie Wands can read your mind?" Her attempt to get you off of seeking out Natasha seemed to work for now, you gasped as if you didn't already know this information. That was how Wanda was stopped showing you call little tricks with her magic that had you amazed and mesmerised on her rather than who wasn't here. With the promise of more tricks with her magic she managed to convince you to come and settle down with the team. They loved when you regressed and your little state loved them just as much.
You spent hours with the team, even eating a little as auntie Wanda made sure Bucky and Thor were unsuccessful in their attempts to try and "steal" your food of your plate. You giggled every time the tried and wands would remove their hands with magic. Tony filled your mind of all these cool toys he could design for you and all the gadgets he could make for his favourite little Avenger. You didn't know you were the only little Avenger and you most certainly didn't know that your Mama and Auntie Wanda would string Tony up the second they thought you'd be in any danger.
Natasha was due back in an hour and a half now. The team watching all the movies your little headspace loves to watch, in fact you'd began with 101 Dalmatian's so it only made sense you'd watch 102 and 103 Dalmatian's. In fact on the third film Wanda decided everyone should have a warm drink to settle themselves for bed. Really it was so you didn't feel alone when she asked you to have your night time drink. Your headspace meant you were willing to drink from a cup with some support so Wanda happily helped you drink. But one time you got brave, curiosity running through your mind as you attempted to be a big girl and make your Mama proud. But the crash of the mug smashing on the ground startled everyone, your warm drink spilling everywhere amongst the shattered mug. Immediately, you began to attempt to clean the mug, not realising in your little state you could hurt yourself, and mumbled "Im sorry! I'm so sorry! Mama gone be mad me I sworry wan no tells Mama on mes? I fix I fix it please no want mana leave."
Bucky attempted to come near you only causing you to shrink further into the mess and cry a plea of forgiveness and that you'd fix it. You didn't want to hurt again. You wanted to make sure your Mama didn't hate you, that she would stay with you and that she still loved you. All these people were wrong, and that made you mad. You wanted your Mama and the fact they wouldn't get her caused a meltdown.
Wanda quickly became the gravity for you, ushering the men away from the room and immediately scooping your crying form off the floor and using her magic to clean the mess. "Hushhhh little one, it's okay it's all clean. All gone. No one is mad. Your Natty is still gonna love her precious girl I promise" Wanda soothed as you sobbed into her shoulder hiccuping through them. "Shh little one. I'm here aren't I? Did I go?" Causing you to shake your head, "want Mama."
"Did I hear my Lovebug wants her Mama?" Natasha's voice rang through the compound causing you to stifle a sob and gasp clinging to Wanda. Although you wanted Nat more than life itself but the fear of her getting mad at you for the mug and leaving you alone. "I'm sorry no let hurt me. I'm sorry mama I no mean do it I try fix" you whimpered showing your hands that Wanda had magic bandaids on for you. "Oh my little Lovebug, Mama isn't mad I promise. I'm here baby I promise and so is Wands here. She took care of you for me huh?" You nodded and pointed to the television where the white spotted dogs were. "Ah I see you had doggies on huh? You must be super tired love bug. I think it's time my lovely girl gets some rest with me. Wanna cuddle my baby while we sleep" she whispered kissing your head as Wanda helped guide you into Natasha's arms. From there you'd have a few more meltdowns before drifting off to sleep with your head buried into her neck.
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novamirmirsblog · 2 years
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Two little lines
Genre: angst/fluff
Pairing: Natasha x reader
Word count: 2752
warnings: swearing, unhealthy relationships, abusive relationships, pregnancy, suggestions of abortion - I think that's it.
A/n: omg have I posted a fic?? I think hell froze over. utter madness. NOW, enjoy this because I have 0 creative juice atm and this literally took a miracle to write XD This is a lil bit depressing but it has a good ending I promise. If you don't like abortion, don't read. We're pro-choice here.
xoxo
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In real life, accidents aren't happy.
You're learning that the hard way. You are pregnant. Your stomach dropped and all you could hear was blood rushing through your veins. How could two lines ruin your life?
You didn't want this.
You couldn't do it. Not with him.
You were on birth control.
Natasha was going to kill you.
Your thoughts rushed just as quickly as your blood did. Your boyfriend's grin made you feel even more ill. Nothing about this whole situation was right. You didn't want children. Mark did, but you didn't. Mark thought you had stopped taking birth control a year ago and in some ways you did. You no longer took the pill but instead had an implant fitted. An implant that was 99% effective.
You wanted to cry.
Mark had been making you take a pregnancy test twice a month. He controlled your diet so there was the greatest chance of you getting pregnant and cut all alcohol. He still enjoyed a cold beer though. You had seen the horrors of pregnancy and wanted nothing to do with it. When you began dating Mark two years ago, you made it clear that children, unless from either a surrogate or adoption, would not be in your future. He nodded and told you he respected your decision.
How were you to know he still wanted a baby?
There were numerous red flags that you should have seen but didn't. If any of your friend's partners treated them the way Mark treated you, you would have gone ballistic. Unfortunately for you, Mark was extremely good at making those red flags look green. He slowly cut you off from your family, arguing that you were in a different country now with completely different time zones so of course talking to them would become difficult. Then it was your friends. He said he overheard them talking shit about the two of you, about how they only wanted to use you for your connections. He cried in your arms and the display of vulnerability from usually such a stoic man was the final nail in the coffin.
He had you hook line and sinker.
When he finally left for work, you knocked on your neighbours door. Natasha took one look at you, with your eyes full of unshed tears, and immediately let you inside. She sat you down in her living room and went about her apartment to make you a hot drink.
"I'm pregnant." Your tongue was thick in your mouth and your throat tight as Natasha handed you a mug of what looked like hot chocolate.
She didn't say anything.
"I don't want to be pregnant Natasha."
"There are... options."
"Mark would kill me."
"Mark is killing you Y/n."
And there it was. The same argument you had almost every time you spoke to Natasha. The two of you had gotten close when you had first moved in. She was there before Mark and she was determined to be there after Mark - because there would be an after Mark. Natasha was about the only person you could be completely yourself with.
Mark and Natasha hated each other.
Mark was convinced she had a crush on you and would tear the two of you apart and Natasha was convinced Mark was a monster.
You suppose, logically, Natasha was right. She had known you when you first moved to America and had watched as your smile became less genuine.
"You need to break up with him." Natasha leaned back, kicking her feet up on the coffee table.
"I can't. He lives in my apartment." You scratched your thumbnail along the rim of the mug. "Plus, I love him."
"Y/n, please." You looked at Natasha. "Fine. How about we go away for a week? Just a week and then when we come back you can either stay with Mark, have his baby and I'll leave forever - or you and I move far away from this place and talk about other options for the pregnancy."
"A week away would be nice..."
Mark would never go for it though. He didn't even let you go back home for your grandmother's funeral and that was just a weekend. There was no way he was going to let you go with Natasha, someone he was convinced had a crush on you, for a week.
"Come on. Pack a suitcase - we can go now. I've got a friend who owes me."
"Is that friend Tony Stark?" Your eyebrow raised, feeling lighter at the prospect that it would be a fun getaway.
"...Maybe." Natasha mumbled, grabbing a suitcase and throwing clothes into it. "Now hurry up."
"...I can't just leave without saying anything Natasha."
"So leave a note. He does it to you all the time."
You made your way back to your apartment.
It was true, the thing about the note.
Mark would often send you a five word text telling you he wouldn't be back for a while. God you were going to get into so much trouble. Mark was so lovely but he had a temper. He always told you how guilty he felt when you made him angry. How he didn't want to shout or lash out at you but sometimes you were just so infuriating. It was partly your fault. You really should have loaded the dishwasher better. Or put the plates away faster. And it was completely your fault that the dinner wasn't ready for when Mark came in. After all, he does provide for you.
With all that ranting in your head, you hadn't noticed Natasha come into your apartment.
"You okay moy dorogoy?" Her hands ran over your shoulders and neck.
"Yeah. Let's go."
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Natasha drove. She drove for hours, not stopping once. You told her you were more than happy to drive the rest of the way but she refused.
It was dark by the time the two of you arrived at the cabin but still swelteringly hot compared to the air conditioned car. You took off your hoodie and went to grab your suitcase from the boot of the car, only to immediately regret it.
"I'm going to kill him." Natasha picked up your wrist, looking at the bruises that were littered up your bicep.
"He just forgets how strong he is."
"Don't you dare make excuses for him. This is not okay."
"It's fine." You felt the telltale sting in your eyes and snatched your arm away. It was easier to lie and say it was okay rather than admit the truth.
Natasha let out a short breath. Something between a bark of humourless laughter and a sigh. She'd had enough. She was sick and tired of him treating you this way. You deserved the world and all he was giving you were bruises and trauma. She was determined to make you see what you deserved and how good life could be.
That night you tossed and turned. You weren't used to sleeping on your own although it was nice to not have Mark's vice-like grip keeping you still.
It was 3:09 am. You grabbed your pillow, leaving your room and making your way down the hallway to Natasha's room.
You stood outside her door for a good few minutes - debating whether or not to enter or just go back to your room.
She was your best friend. She would understand.
You knocked gently.
You weren't sure why. You wanted her to wake up but also you didn't want to wake her. You were about to turn away when a groggy Natasha opened the door. She took one look at you and led you into her room. She got under the covers and you just stood there.
"You coming in lyubov?" Natasha's voice was thick with sleep, her Russian accent slipping out.
That was hot. "Y-yeah."
Natasha lifted up the covers and you shuffled in. You clearly weren't close enough for Natasha's liking because she moved closer to you, gently wrapping her arm around your waist and nuzzling her face into your hair. Her breaths evened out almost instantly, suggesting that she was half asleep when she invited you in. The way her arm rested on you was nothing like when Mark did it. It was secure and comforting but you could still breathe and you knew you wouldn't wake up with bruises.
You drifted off to sleep happier than you had been in a while.
If you thought Natasha's sleepy voice was hot, you were in no way prepared for her morning voice.
"Morning sweets."
Hot damn. Maybe Mark should have been worried about Natasha.
"Morning."
"You ready for a fun day?"
"What have you got planned?"
Natasha's eyes just glinted, a smile fighting its way onto her lips.
Natasha's fun plan was milkshakes. You hadn't had milkshakes since Mark suggested you stopped them. He was only looking out for you. He didn't want you to be too overweight when you went to the beach next.
She ordered the two of you the largest milkshakes they had and one banana split for you to share. You'll admit, you felt a little sick at the prospect of all that potential weight gain from all those calories but Natasha's hopeful face erased any guilt you felt instantly. You were glad it did because that was the best milkshake you had ever tasted.
Natasha told you to eat some of the banana split and as if she could see the thoughts cross your mind, she argued that it has a banana in it so it must be healthy.
She knew it was going to be a long process to deprogram what Mark had done.
She would be patient.
After your mammoth meal, the two of you walked around the town. Natasha watched in awe as she noticed the weight had lifted slightly from your shoulders. She payed more attention to your wide eyes and smile than the things you pointed out to her. She laughed when you laughed, getting lost in the way you would snort. She hadn't heard that laugh since Mark entered your life. She had overheard him tell you it was ugly and unladylike to laugh like that. She was amazed at what a single day away from that man could do to your spirit. It made her even more determined to get rid of him for good.
Natasha let you drive the two of you back from town and while she wouldn't say anything, you knew your driving terrified her. You smirked when you put the car into park.
"Scared Romanoff?"
"Of course not."
"Why are you hanging on to the door for dear life then?"
At that, Natasha released the handle she was holding and tried to get rid of her white knuckles. "Not my fault you drive like a headless chicken." She slammed the door behind her as you cackled and struggled to get out of the car from laughter.
"Aww babe, don't be mad." You wiped a tear from your eye, and turned to see what had Natasha so quiet.
You wish you hadn't.
Your laughter stopped instantly and your smile dropped.
"Is that any way to greet you boyfriend Y/n?" Mark held his arms open expectantly.
You swallowed in an attempt to relieve your dry mouth. You didn't want to but your legs were moving over to him.
Natasha stepped out in front of you, blocking your path, your mind was overjoyed that something had stopped your body from going back to him.
"Go home Mark." Natasha said lowly, her stance still protective.
"Not when she's carrying my child. Does it make you mad? Natasha Romanoff might be an avenger but I get Y/n. She cooks me meals for when I come home from work. I'm the one who fucks her. Who put a baby in her."
The fog was slowly clearing. You were beginning to see what Mark was really like. The way Natasha treated you was normal. It was Mark who was abnormal. All this time, you thought you were happy with just having small pieces of Mark, but Natasha gave you all of her without ever asking for anything more than you being you. Mark wanted to change you. Hell, Mark had changed you.
The thought of that made you sick.
You didn't want to be changed.
Apparently the thought made Natasha sick too because one minute she was in front of you and the next Mark had a broken nose and quite possibly a fractured jaw.
"Natasha?"
You didn't want this.
Her head swivelled around at the sound of your voice, allowing Mark to run past her and tackle you to the ground. The last thing you saw before passing out was Mark's furious expression and a rock.
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Natasha had been in the waiting room for hours. After calling the ambulance, she called Tony to let him know what happened. Tony most likely called Pepper to actually sort out the mess but Natasha made sure Mark was going back to be interrogated by the other avengers. A warm up before she got her hands back on him.
A nurse finally came out to update her. He told her that you were lucky to be alive. Mark had cracked three of your ribs and bruised your tailbone. You had been knocked unconscious when he tackled you to the ground and unfortunately you had lost the baby. He suggested that it might be easier to hear all this from a friendly face if Natasha felt up to it.
She said she'd tell you once you were awake.
It was a week before you woke up. You felt someone tracing patterns along your arm and you jerked away. It was Mark. He'd somehow come back. He'd killed Natasha and now he's here for you.
"Lyubov, you're awake! Let me get someone - wait here, not that you can go anywhere... you-you know what I mean."
It was Natasha. You were fine.
You let your head rest back on the pillow, relaxing your body. Some medical professional came in and explained your injuries. She then looked over at Natasha and they seemed to have some sort of unspoken conversation. The doctor then left.
"How are you feeling?" Natasha stroked a piece of hair away from your forehead.
"Horrible. But better. Wh-wheres..."
"Gone. You don't have to worry about him anymore."
"Did you use your super secret spy ninja moves on him?"
"Of course I did. Only the best for you."
You laughed, then winced when it hurt a little too much.
"So... I have something I need to tell you." Natasha began, her hand moving from your hair to play with your fingers. She looked up from your hands and took a breath "The foetus didn't make it."
"Oh." You suppose you should have felt sad. Or empty. Or anything really - even numb. Instead you felt nothing but relief. You had nothing that tied you to Mark now and that both terrified and liberated you.
Mark was your whole life and now he was gone.
His baby was gone.
It was just you.
Your hand was squeezed and you remembered that it wasn't just you - that you had Natasha.
"Natasha... I think I have to tell you something."
"Of course. What is it?"
"I think that maybe I like you. More than a friend."
Natasha smiled. "Me too. But not yet."
"What do you mean not yet?" You frowned slightly. Did she not love you back?
"I mean you need to heal from what Mark has done."
"But-"
Natasha cut you off "Darling I've been patient for close to three years now. I can wait a little longer. I don't want you to rush into anything okay? I need you to be comfortable." She traced her hands over your cheeks and nose.
"Okay. But promise that if you find someone else while I'm getting better you'll go with them?"
"I don't think that's possible but yes, if it would make you happy then I promise."
"Good."
"Good."
"You think you could give me a kiss to keep me motivated though?"
"Y/n!"
"Aww, just one?"
"No!"
"Please?"
Natasha grumbled "One. And it's on the cheek."
"Deal."
~~~~~
The road to recovery would be long and painful and you might never get over the trauma Mark had caused you but for Natasha, it would be worth it.
You would heal for yourself and as it turns out, sometimes there are such things as 'happy accidents'.
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