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goldenempyrean · 2 years

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sick!reader x natasha where nat gets home from a month long mission and learns from their friends that reader is miserable with a cold. however the spy knows how stubborn you are and wants to see how long you can pretend you’re fine until you accept being taken care of

Everything's Gonna Be Okay

Oh damn, this was meant to be a short little fic... Well here I am 3 and a half hours after starting... Oops, ALSO! I did actually edit this, I know, Im shocked too dw. (Pls for the love of God and my sanity ignore any mistakes i've missed.)

Summary: Natasha's been away for so long. Shes finally coming home, nothing can go wrong. Only it does, of course it does.

Wordcount: 3580

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Natasha gave a much-needed sigh of relief as she finally stepped onto solid ground, she never thought she’d ever be so happy to be home again. Nat had been sent away on a long deep-undercover mission and in total she had been away for about a month, however as of the nature of the mission, keeping in close-contact wasn’t possible. The only communication you received was via small hand-written letters, and they meant the world to you. though they were small you’d kept ahold of every one, keeping them safely tucked in your bedside drawer, re-reading them before you’d turn in to sleep each night.

Which is why you had been so excited for Nat’s return; you’d even deep cleaned your shared bedroom so everything would be perfect for her arrival. Nothing should’ve gone wrong. If only everything went how you’d planned...

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You’d gone to bed a little later that night, feeling a little more tired than usual, you wanted to have plenty of energy for tomorrow. That’s probably when you woke up that next morning, your body washed with fatigue and the feeling of a migraine settling in, you felt your eyes grow teary. How could this happen today? Of all days for you to get sick, why today?

No. You pulled yourself from the bed, as you stood a wave of dizziness fell over you, sending you scrambling to grip the bedpost to steady yourself, ignoring your body's cries to remain laying down. You gave yourself a moment to adjust before forcing yourself to remake the bed behind you. There was no time to be sick today.

You tried to sniffle, but you couldn’t. Now that you thought about it, you had been breathing through your mouth the whole morning. You twitched your nose and sniffled again, trying to get some air through your nose to no avail. You rolled your eyes, could today get any worse?

You regretted asking yourself that question a second later when you found yourself pulling off Nat’s red hoodie (the one you’d been sleeping in for the past week) feeling an uncomfortable warmth begin to settle over you. Maybe a shower would help, you thought before making your way over to your bathroom.

Stepping into the tiled room, you turned on your shower and waited for it to get warm, feeling dizzy again, you put your hands on the counter to steady yourself and looked up at the mirror. You felt yourself physically cringe at the sight. God, saying you looked awful would be a huge understatement, your eyes had dark circles beneath them, it looked like you hadn't slept in weeks.

The mirror slowly began to fog up, reminding you of the shower which was running behind you. Pulling open the door, you were hit by a cascade of warm steam. It felt amazing and you could feel your congestion start to loosen a little.

Only your delight lasted for a second, a familiar sensation creeping into the bridge of your nose. Stepping into the shower, you were only able to enjoy the feeling of the water briefly before the sensation in your nose grew to an irritating tickle.

“Hhup’tshiew! Hh-’iishiew! HHe’TSHHIEW!” Your body bent forwards at the waist as you sneezed down into your hands before washing them off under the water, you grimaced at the sound you made, knowing it was only the first of many to come. You sighed, your stuffiness returning in an instant, though you really didn’t get long to dwell on it before you began coughing into your fist.

It took you about 30 seconds to finally stop, “Well that was attractive.” You spoke for the first time today, finding your sarcastic tone had a painful-rasp to it, your consonants blurred by congestion. Although nobody was there to hear you, you found yourself cringing at the sound of yourself. Taking a deep breath, you could feel your chest crack, you looked upwards, allowing the water to fall directly onto your face. It was obvious today was going to be a very long day.

You let yourself spend longer than usual in the shower, stepping out of the warm water, your body shivered and you rushed to wrap yourself within a towel. Getting changed was a task which proved harder than you thought, every time you removed the towel, small goosebumps ran down your arms, making your wrap yourself back up, desperate for warmth. Eventually though you managed to pull through and you changed into a pair of Nat’s sweatpants and a thick cotton-lined hoodie.

It was almost 10:30AM by the time you’d wandered down into the compound kitchen in search of something to eat, you weren’t necessarily hungry but still you had to eat something. Nat didn’t like it when you didn’t have something for breakfast plus you were hoping that if you ate something then you’d feel a little better.

Looking in the cupboards, you settled on having some Poptarts, you were reaching up to grab the box when Clint, Wanda and Bruce came into the kitchen together, they’d most likely just finished training.

“Morning Y/N.” Clint said cheerily as he came to sit at the island behind you, “Nat's coming home today.”

“I'm aware.” You said bluntly, as you sniffled into the sleeve of your hoodie, taking two Poptarts and putting them in the toaster.

“Woah, no need to get snappy.” Clint said throwing his hands up in fake-defence, you knew he was only joking but still, it pissed you off.

“Can yo-” You stopped to muffle a small chesty cough into your hoodie, “Can you just stop?” You said with an irritated tone, turning around to glare at him.

You half-expected him to return the gesture but instead you were met with looks of concern from him along with Wanda and Bruce who’d watched the whole thing unfold.

“Y/N, honey,” Wanda’s soft voice said as she came to lean against the fridge, trying to get a closer look at you, “Clint was only joking, he didn’t mean to annoy you. You're sounding a little stuffy over there though, you feeling alright?”

“It's okay,” You sighed, looking over to Clint, “Sorry, I overreacted and Wanda, I'm fine, don’t worry.”

It was then that you felt your nose begin to tingle again, you fanned your face for a moment, in an attempt to somehow stave the tickle off but it didn’t help, you turned quickly to the side away from everyone as you sneezed into your elbow.

“Hh-itshhiew! HhH’uptshiew!” You gave a small congested groan before reaching over to grab a tissue from the box sitting on the countertop.

The three Avengers blessed you, exchanging glances between themselves. You didn’t notice however, as your Poptarts were ready a moment later. You grabbed a plate and put them onto it, taking a bite, you winced as you swallowed, the action angering the soreness at the back of your throat. You realised then that you really weren't hungry at all, you took another few bites before pushing the plate away from you. You’d only managed half of one.

“It's not like you to leave food.” Bruce voiced the thoughts of everyone around you.

You gave a weak shrug and pushed the plate infront of Clint, “You can finish it if you want.”

He was about to take a bite of your half-eaten one when Wanda pushed it away mid-air, a red glow forming around it.

“If Y/N’s sick, you don’t wanna catch that.” She him chided lightly.

“Who said Im sick?” You looked over to her as you began to walk out from the kitchen, “I just happened to leave some food unfinished, that doesn’t mean Im sick, does it?” You said grumpily as you left.

Wanda shook her head and shrugged at the others before following you out into the corridor, jogging up so she could walk aside you, following your lead as you made your way towards the lounge.

“Mind if I tag along?” She asked politely, “You really don’t seem yourself today, did something happen with you and Nat? You’re normally buzzing with excitement every time she comes home.”

“Nothing happened Wands,” You stopped walking, suddenly sneezing down into your hand, “I can't wait for her to come home obviously. Im just a little tired or something.”

Wanda blessed you but gave you an uneasy look, she didn’t believe you but seeing how you’d gotten irritated at Clint earlier, she didn’t want to accidently annoy you.

You and Wanda made your way into the lounge, settling on opposite sofas. You pulled a blanket around yourself, your hoodie doing little to keep you warm. You let Wanda pick something to watch, you didn’t really care, all you wanted was something to take your mind off the mind-numbing ache in your head.

“Is Brooklyn-Nine-Nine alright?” She asked as she browsed through Netflix.

“I don’t mind.” You sniffled, burying your head into the blanket as you coughed deeply, the noise causing Wanda to look over at you with worried eyes.

“You sound terrible.” She said as the intro to the series began to play.

Looking up at her, it was obvious she was concerned, “Just something in my throat.” You grumbled, your voice coming out in crackled, raspy words rather than a flowing sentence, “Its fin- h- Hh'tshhiEW!”

Wanda wordlessly got up and picked up the box of tissues from the coffee table in the centre of the living room and placed them firmly next to you, ignoring your glare. You couldn't help but feel weak, if you couldn’t hide your little cold from Wands, how on earth were you meant to hide it from Natasha.

You and Wanda sat in silence for 2 episodes before you felt your nose begin to run causing you to begin sniffling repeatedly, it was then that you found yourself being thankful for her prior act, taking 2 tissues to blow your nose, you mentally thanked her, giving her a brief smile.

Wanda looked over to you, she’d heard your thoughts and gave you a kind reassuring smile.

You didn’t know it, but you were slowly falling asleep, your eyes growing heavier by the minute. You looked up to the clock on the wall, it was almost 12PM, meaning Nat would be home in afew hours. You yawned, maybe you’d just close your eyes for a minute...

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Stepping off the Quinjet, Natasha could barely contain herself, finally she’d be able to see you! She didn’t waste any time, leaving the Quinjet loaded and her bags at the exit. She could clean up later, she had to see you first.

She practically jogged down the halls towards your bedroom, expecting to find you waiting for her.

“Im home bab-” She called out but stopped, realising the room was empty, she did notice how tidy it looked though, well except the random towel in the middle of the floor, but apart from that the room was almost spotless.

Nat stopped to think for a moment before realising you were probably with the other Avengers, she said hello to Clint as she poked her head into the kitchen, scanning the room for you.

“They’re with Wanda, in the lounge.” Clint called, answering her unasked question as he wiped down the countertops, cleaning up after himself.

Nat thanked him before actually jogging towards the living room, she swung the door open and smiled seeing both you and Wanda sitting on the sofas.

She was about to call out to you but stopped, seeing Wanda put a finger to her lips. She stood up and came over to Nat, pulling her outside.

“What's up?” Nat asked, visibly confused at the witch’s actions.

“I thought you should know, Y/N’s sick, they sounded dreadful earlier. They fell asleep about 3 hours and have barely moved an inch.” She explained, “Im glad you’re back though, how was it?”

“It was alright, I missed everyone though.” Nat smiled and hugged her friend, “Thanks for telling me about Y/N too.”

“Don't mention it.” Wanda smiled and left to go do something, allowing Nat to greet you privately.

Natasha came back into the lounge, carefully coming to kneel infront of the sofa you were asleep on, “Hey baby.” She whispered, as she softly stroked your cheek, she recoiled her hand, instantly alarmed at the heat radiating from your face, “Wakey, wakey sweetie.”

It took some more love from Nat before you slowly began to wake up, moaning softly as your eyes adjusted to the light in the room, you rubbed your wrist against your eyes as the image of Nat came into focus.

“Did you have a nice nap baby?” She asked, helping you sit up.

“Natty.” Your voice cracked as you spoke, sending you into a small fit of deep coughing. Only this time you had Nat to softly rub her hand down your back, “Sorry, something got caught in my throat there, when did you get back?”

“About 10 minutes ago, when did you get sick?” She raised her eyebrow at you as you woozily stood up, quickly offering her arm out to support you.

“What do you mean?” You asked, resisting the urge to sniffle. If there was anytime you needed your acting abilities to be flawless, it was now. You had a pretty rocky start but you could still make up for it.

Nat gave you a curious look, “Wanda said you were sick?” Her words came as more of a question then a statement.

“Oh.” You feigned surprise as you tried to discreetly clear your throat, “Well Im fine, never better.” You flashed her a small forced smile.

‘Fine’ is probably the most misused word in the whole of the English language, you most certainly were not fine, even as you stood still it felt as if the room was spinning around, you but you did your best to act as if nothing was wrong.

Now Natasha knew you were lying, it was obvious from your appearance alone, your eyes were tired and glassy, not to mention both your cheeks and nose were tinged red. But still, she was impressed at your perseverance, maybe that was why she went along with your scheme. She wanted nothing more than to wrap you up in her hands with tissues and a blanket but she just wanted to see how long it’d take for you to give in.

“Maybe Wanda was wrong then.” Nat smiled at you knowingly, “You wanna go out for drinks later?”

You wanted to cry, you wanted nothing more than to go out for drinks with Nat but you knew there’d be no way you’d be going, “Sure, sounds nice, Im really happy you’re home ‘Tasha. I missed you so so mu-” Your trailed off, feeling the ever-present tickle in your nose grow. Not now.

“Hhu’tshhiew! Hep’TSHHIEW!”

“Oh bless you, my love.” Nat cooed, holding back the plethora of concerned words which were about to tumble from her mouth, “I thought you said you weren't sick?”

“Im not,” You stammered, quickly rubbing the sleeve of your hoodie against your nose, “It was just two -Hh- rando- Hh'iishiew!- random sneezes, its nothing.” You sniffled wetly, reaching for the box of tissues which was still sat on the sofa behind you.

Natasha was stuck. Her heart broke seeing you sick but she really was curious how long you would deny it for, she thought for a moment, if you got any of worst then she’d take matters into her own hands.

“Have you eaten yet?” You asked, even through your fever, her welfare was still at the top of your mind.

“No, but I could use a drink though.” She fibbed, hearing the rasp behind your voice, it was clear you needed water.

“M’Kay, we should go get you one then.” You mumbled, linking your arm with hers as you both left the lounge to go to the kitchen.

Entering the kitchen, you let yourself sit down on one of the stools at the island as Nat grabbed two glasses from the cupboards, pouring water into each.

“Here baby.” She said lovingly, sliding it over to you.

You thanked her and drank it, the cool water feeling amazing against the burning of your throat, “Did you already unpack?”

“Not yet,” She replied, sipping her water, “I’ll do it later.”

“You need a hand?” You offered, praying she’d decline your offer, you really weren't too confident in your lifting abilities at the moment.

“Aw thanks baby but I think I’ll be okay.”

You sat silently, waiting for Nat to finish her water when you started sniffling, feeling your nose begin to run again. You eyed up the tissues on the counter opposite, but grabbing them would be an instant sign to Nat that something was wrong so you opted for trying to discreetly rub your nose against your hoodie.

However, the action only seemed to irritate your nose further, sending an intense tingle to the bridge of your nose.

“Hh’k-tshhiew! Heh’iiishiew! Hh..H..HHitsshiew!”

“Bless you, bless you!” She exclaimed, her worry slipping into her tone as she spoke, “You need a tissue?”

You nodded, as you swiped a handful from the box which she offered out to you. You blew your nose softly, though it did little to ease your discomfort. You sighed, fanning your hand infront of your face, feeling that familiar warmth from earlier that morning come over you again.

You tried to ignore it, but it slowly became unbearable, you raised your arms, pulling off the cotton hoodie, revealing your black sports bra.

Natasha looked over you, puzzled, before noticing that your fever-flushed cheeks had darkened further. Right. This had gone too far now.

She firmly pressed her palm to your forehead without warning, letting out a string of curses in Russian as she felt your raging fever.

“Shit, Y/N. You feel like a furnace. Enough, I know you’re sick, I’ve known the whole time, it's gone too far now.”

What? Her words barely formed coherent sentences in your foggy mind, how did she know? You’d hidden it so well. Small beads of sweat began to form and run down your hot skin and you groaned in discomfort, longing for her love.

“Natty-” You spluttered off into a series of deep coughs, your chest convulsing as you coughed down into your elbow. Natasha had rushed to your side and began running circles down your back, slowly helping you regain your breath.

“Baby I don’t feel good.”

“I know sweetie, I know.” Nat kissed your cheek before grabbing a tissue to wipe your running nose, “You need to get into bed, come on.”

You nodded and opened her hand out towards you.

You stood and the world span around you, your peripheral vision fading black suddenly as your knees buckled under yourself and you felt the weight of gravity pull you down. You thought you were going to hit the ground when sudden you felt yourself being lifted upwards. Natasha’s fast reaction had allowed her to slip one arm beneath your knees and another behind your back, safely catching you in her arms as you lifted you up in the bridal position.

She held you for a moment before releasing a deep exhale, “Jesus Y/N. You scared the shit out of me, don’t ever do that again,” She brought her head and pressed it softly against yours, “Poor baby, you’ve been so strong but we need to get you to bed now, okay?”

You nodded woozily, Natasha continued to whisper sweet nothings to you as she carried you, her strong arms supporting you. Your eyes fell closed for a moment and the next thing you knew, you were being lowered down onto your bed, Natasha’s anxious green eyes looking down at you.

“I guess we’re not going out for drinks then?” Your words were mumbled but you saw her give a slight smirk at your humour.

“No baby, we’ll go out when your well.”

“Sorry your first day back was so eventful, I wanted you to be able to relax.” You sighed, with a damp sniffle, rubbing your nose against the blanket which Nat had pulled over you.

“You’re okay baby, you’ve done so much today. You just need to relax yourself, just lay here. That fever of yours is no joke, you need to rest.”

Natasha opened your drawer, seeing if you had a thermometer at hand, what she wasn’t expecting to see though was her letters, “You kept these?” She asked, her eyes prickled with tears. She hadn't expected you to keep them, her mission had been hard and seeing her letters only reminded her of how much she’d missed you.

“They remind me of you so I wanted to keep them.” Your words were slurred but she understood you anyway.

She honestly wasn’t sure why she thought you wouldn’t keep them. Seeing them lit a little flame in her heart, she leant down to your side and planted a soft kiss on your lips, “I’ll never leave you again baby, okay? Im here.”

You muffled another deep cough into the blanket as Nat regained her composure, wiping the tears from the corners of her eyes. She came and slid into bed beside you, sitting upright. You shuffled backwards so you were laying on her, your head on her chest, listening to the steady beating of her heart as she softly ran her hand through your hair.

“Everything’s gonna be okay.”

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bloomingflowersthings · 1 year

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Sick of your attitude: part two

part one

Pairings: Natasha Romanoff x Sick! Reader, Eventual Wandanat!!

Author’s note: Hello guys!! Finally got the part two completed so I hope you guys enjoy it!! My requests are open so feel free to send in your ideas!! <3

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As much as Wanda was trying to sleep in for once, she couldn’t relax because someone was thinking loudly. She’d tried to ignore it but it was becoming unbearable, she would have to find the source of the loud thoughts.

Walking through the compound, the noise was becoming louder and louder until she reached the source: Natasha’s bedroom.

Despite being mad at the way the widow had treated you the previous day, she could tell that Nat was in distress, so she knocked the door waiting for a response.

After knocking a few times, Wanda decided to open the door to the redhead’s room, they were pretty good friends after all so it wouldn’t be absurd.

“Nat?” She asked, looking for signs of her friend.

Then she noticed a lump on the bed. It was Natasha. She was tossing and turning in her sleep, clearly dealing with the effects of a nightmare.

With a swift of her hands, the witch made Natasha wake up, gasping for air and with tears rolling down her cheeks.

“Bad dreams?” Wanda asked as she sat at the edge of the bed.

Natasha flew on the brunette’s arms, holding her tightly.

As the redhead cried, the memories from the previous day entered Wanda’s mind, telling her everything she needed to know, especially the spell that Nat had been trapped in.

“Shh, it’s okay, I understand now.” Wanda said, calming down the crying spy.

“I didn’t mean to be rude to her, I’m the worst girlfriend ever.” She said, sobbing.

“No, you were under a spell, none of that was really you, okay?”

“Do you think she’ll forgive me?”

“I’m sure she will, let’s check on her.”

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When the girls got to your room, the first thing they noticed was the heat coming from you. You were curled under several layers of blankets, a desperate attempt at getting warm. Little did you knew that you were warm, scorching with a fever.

“Wands, she’s too hot…” Natasha said, caressing your sweaty hair as the brunette got the blankets away from you and went into the bathroom searching for a thermometer.

In your hazy state, you couldn’t tell if they were actually there, so you squeezed Nat’s hand to see if she was real.

She noticed it and turned her attention to you.

“Hi, my love…”

“Please don’t talk to me.” You said, turning away from her as you got the urge to cry.

“I’m so sorry about being a bitch to you, it wasn’t my intention…” The redhead said, with tears filling her eyes.

“You don’t need to pretend that you care, y’know?” You said, sadness slipping into your words.

“Of course I care about you, Y/N, I love you!”

“Leave me alone, please.” You said weakly, avoiding her gaze.

As Wanda came back with the device in hand, she used her magic to put you in a peaceful slumber, to avoid stressing you out.

“Nat, I can help you explain the whole situation, but now we have to sort out this fever.” Wanda said as she managed to hold the thermometer under in your mouth, reading it when it beeped.

“39.6, we have to get her to the shower.”

As your girlfriend picked you up bridal style and made her way to the bathroom , she glanced at you, noticing the state that you were in.

“It’s all my fault, I should have taken care of her.” Natasha said, tightening her hold on you.

“Hey, we know it wasn’t your intention. You could never be like that and we know this, she’s going to understand that but now we need to break that fever.” The witch said, squeezing Nat’s shoulder lightly.

They both got under the cold water with you, as you were practically dead weight. As your temperature lowered, you got more conscious of your surroundings and were able to stand up with their help.

The girls got dried and dressed (with your clothes) and Natasha was getting you dressed while Wanda changed your sheets.

You were still silent due to your delirious state, and Nat whispered sweet nothings to you.

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen you this sick…” She said while untangling your hair. You just hummed in response, lacking the energy to answer properly.

“Come on, let’s get her back to bed.” Wanda said, helping Nat support you.

As they tucked you in, you got caught in a congested sounding coughing fit, and the brunette winced at the sound.

“You sound worst than earlier…” She said, pouring a dose of medicine, which you took without complaints.

They retook your temperature, in hopes that you were out of danger.

“38.2, far from ideal, but better than earlier.” Natasha said.

“I’m going to bring her some soup.” Wanda said as she left the room.

“I’m sorry…” You said weakly at your girlfriend.

“Baby, You don’t need to apologize for feeling unwell. I’m the one who has to apologize. Y/N, I was really mean to you and it wasn’t my intention, I need you to know that it wasn’t me, I’m going to explain it to you once you’re better, okay?”

You nodded and smiled shyly at the redhead, feeling the truth behind her words.

Wanda got back with your soup, and the girls spoon fed you, saying kind words of encouragement throughout the process.

As you finished, Natasha gave Wanda a tight hug, feeling grateful for everything.

“No need to thank me, I’d do anything for you guys.” The brunette said, blushing.

“Wands, will you lay down with us?” You asked weakly, wanting to be in the presence of both women.

She looked at Natasha for approval.

“Please Wanda, can you stay with us?” Natasha said, holding the witch’s hand.

“Yes, I’d love to.”

And you spent the next few days resting with double the cuddles, until you were fully healed.

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somber-sapphic · 8 months

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Midnight Quest

〘Day 2- Quest for a Cure 〙

〘Notes- Alright, the title is bad we can all agree on that. I also changed the colors and format just a bit because I wanted to.〙

〘Summary- Natasha runs of soup, forcing you on a 3am trip to the convince store.〙

〘Word Count- 700〙

〘Pairing- Sick Natasha x Reader〙

〚Main Masterlist〛⌶〚Sicktember Masterlist〛

You walked through the isles of the 24/7 convenience store, Natasha hanging onto your arm like a clingy puppy. Ever since she’d gotten sick, she’d been all over you, demanding constant attention. She didn’t let you leave the house, even when you had run out of soup to feed her.

She wouldn’t eat anything else of course, only Campbells chicken and rice soup. You’d offered chicken noodle but were immediately shut down with complaints of how they “aren’t even remotely similar”. How they were different you didn’t fully understand, but apparently, they were.

So there the two of you were, sifting through far too many cans of soup in search of the only one she would eat. Your feverish girlfriend kept putting random things into the cart, insisting that she’d need them later.

So far, you’d had to put back a bag of Fritos (she didn’t like Fritos), a toy car and a comb. The one item you had let stay was a light brown dog with a black patch over its left eye. The look Natasha had given you when you went to put the stuffed animal back was just too much. Did she need a stuffed dog? No. Was she getting one? Yes.

“Okay babe, here it is. I want to grab a few more boxes of tissues and some cough drops and then we can head home.” You said softly, grabbing ten cans of the stuff and shoving them into the basket. The likelihood that she’d consume ten cans of soup was extremely low, but there would be more for next time.

The redhead said something unintelligible and wiped her runny nose on your shoulder, further proving your point about the need for tissues. At least you could make this one trip, had you waited much longer you may have needed to go to the real grocery store. The real grocery store wasn’t open at 3am for your sick, needy girlfriend.

You very slowly made your way to the pharmacy aisles of the store, practically dragging Natasha behind you. She had her arms wrapped around your waist and her head on your shoulder, probably drooling on you. It didn’t really matter; you’d be able to shower after she passed out in front of the tv.

While perusing the several rows of cough drops Nat sort of got away from you. She stumbled a bit further than you had expected and ended up over by the Band-Aids, looking at the Marvel themed ones with wide eyes. You couldn’t help but smirk as you tossed a bag of cherry flavored lozenges into the basket, amused by the look on her face.

“Why’sit have me?” She croaked, turning those wide green eyes on you. The box she had picked up did indeed have a little cartoon version of her plastered onto its side, next to Iron Man and Thor. You walked back to her side and kissed the tip of her chapped nose with a grin spread across your lips.

“Because you’re a hero maylsh, heroes get to be on Band-Aids.” You explained, easing the carton from her fingers and into the box. Natasha wrinkled her brow and seemed to have a moment of clarity, quickly moving to put it away.

“No, we don’t need those.” She tried to put them back, but you snatched them away and put them in the basket again.

“I think we do. Next time I get a papercut you’ll be there to protect me.” You joked, the lack of sleep getting to you a bit. Natasha wiped her nose on her sleeve and let out a small half cough half laugh, shaking her head a bit at you.

“Kay.” She mumbled, the laugh seeming to have sapped her last bit of strength. There was a good chance that she was being overdramatic (she had done it before) but this was a strangely good way for the two of you to spend time together.

“Okay then.”

With that, you grabbed a box of tissues and an extra bottle of cough medicine, paid, and left the store. Before reaching the car, you presented Natasha with the stuffed dog, your heart warming at the smile she gave you.

She leaned forward and kissed you gently, hugging the plushie close to her chest. For this woman you would go out to find soup any time of night. Afterall, you knew she would do the same for you.

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What do you think of the au where Nat comes back from Endgame with no memory? Also, what if Nat was the one who got mind controlled by Loki instead of Clint?

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{i am the caretaker of souls} No memory as in... true 616-Nat brought back to life but with amnesia or her memories erased, or... something like what happened with Gamora, and this is another Nat from a different part of the multiverse? Well, regardless, I think it would be really freaking sad for the characters that love her. Clint, Steve, even Wanda (my Wanda is friends with Nat and Nat was her mentor for her entire time as an Avenger, so I developed that a bit more than the MCU did) would be so heartbroken to have her back but then she doesn’t remember them at all. Or, if she remembers them but has no memory of Thanos, the Blip, the time heist, her death, none of that... then I suppose the conversations surrounding those events and trying to fill her in would be extremely painful for her close friends and/or ships to get through. It would be chock full of angst, though, and that’s always good in my opinion, haha. I’m... an angst junkie lol.

No offense to Clint or anything, but a mind-controlled Nat would be absolutely downright dangerous and deadly, even more so than he was. I think there would have been a lot more problems if that had been the case. Maybe Loki would have gotten a lot farther in his plan, or a lot farther sooner, with Nat doing his dirty work? It’s definitely an interesting AU to consider. Plus others would have a lot more difficult time subduing her than they would with Clint, I think.

#{ i am the caretaker of souls } ᵒᵒᶜ #submission #muse: natasha romanoff

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gloriouspower · 1 year

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Hey can you write natasha x reader with the prompts 23, 32, 33, 39 thanks

A/n : it's smutt y'all minors stay the fuck away , alright? I gave my warning so let's proceed

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Pairing : Natasha Romanoff x fem!reader

Summary : our sweetheart nat gets jelly over a man flirting with us, so she takes matters in her own hands

Mine 🖤

Warning : smutt, fingering, edging, orgasm denial, jealousy, soft dom nat, sub reader, established relationship.

Word count : 1.5k not proof read.

Note : I'm so sorry for taking this long, my laptop broke and I had to get it fixed so so sorry, here I completed this so fast my god 😭

"word" - dialogue

I sat by the counter with a glass of negroni in my hand while this man, who's name i forgot long ago, kept blabbering in front of me, i needed more than just negroni to deal with this good for nothing shit bag, i sighed internally and gave him a smile on whatever he was talking about, why was I doing this? Well being the caretaker of Avengers came with pros and cons and this was being a HUGE con in my ass.

After pepper stepped up as the stark industries CEO, i interviewed for the caretaker replacement and to my pure shock i got it, it's been 5 years after that, now I'm stuck here in another extravagant tony stark Saturday party he hosts, which i absolutely hate but organize it for him anyway, if i remember vaguely, this man was talking about sponsorship and in any way do we need sponsors right now, because i didn't wanted to come off rude i sat talking to him, which , right now, is giving me a migraine in my right temple.

"So you see, that was my idea, and maybe we can discuss some more about this tomorrow at coffee? My treat " he said smirking, placing his hand on mine, i pulled back but he held it strongly and i was getting uncomfortable, he had made several advances in the "5 minutes" he requested from me, that turned out to be an hour, but i declined them all, and was about to do it again but someone beat me to it "I'm quite sure, she said no multiple times before or are you specially deaf for the word 'no'?" Relief instantly floods in me as i hear Natasha speak, God did i want to get out of here, he looked scared for a moment before he speaks out of pure idiocy "i was asking her, and i don't take no for an answer, so i do not see why you are interfering in between us" and he had the audacity to slip his arm past my waist, i recoiled back, pushing him away but natasha didn't hold back and punched him in the face, that idiot fell to the ground, hitting his head on the hard floor, stumbling to stand up, blood ran down his nose as he blabbered " you bitch, how dare you! Do you know who I am? Fucking bitch" nat just rolled her eyes " i don't give half a fuck who you are, touch my girlfriend again and i won't just stop at a punch" with that she grabbed my wrist, pulling me away, the crowd was staring at the scene we just made, that included tony, who was giving nat thumbs up.

The crowd parted for us and by the time we got to the stairs, nat threw me over her shoulder as i awkwardly smiled at the onlookers, tony was laughing his ass off, when we finally got to our room, she placed me on our bed while looking down at me, i pouted " you didn't have to punch him you know?" She scoffed at that. I propped myself up on my elbows. "I didn't like the way he was staring at you" I laughed as she went to grab something from the cupboard " how do you know?" She turned around trying to form words but nothing came out "umm.. I was looking" It sounded more like a question than an answer but then it hit me and I gasped loudly " were you checking me out?" Her denials fell on deaf ears as I gushed over her, finally I spoke coherent words "were you jealous?" She rolled her eyes at that but i didn't let it fool me, she was jealous, when he was making those advances, heat rushed to my cheeks and southwards as it gave me a weird thrill, she finally replied, pulling me close to her, she already changed into different clothes while i was still in my black cocktail dress " so what? Nobody looks at what's mine in a wrong way, let alone touch you" I blushed, she leaned down kissing the base of my throat, automatically her hand traveling down to my hips. "Oh yeah?" My voice came out much breathier than expected, she cocked an eyebrow up, a devilish smile forming on her face " show me you're mine" and as if on command my hips bucked against hers, she crashed her lips against mine, as ecstasy shot through me.

Nats nimble fingers untied the knots of my dress, pulling down the zip in one fluid motion while her mouth left trails of hickies blooming on my neck, her other hand gathering the fabric of my dress up and pulling down my very soaked panties down, her smirk was almost unbearable to me, i would have scoffed at her if i wasn't squirming under her form for more, my eyes fluttered shut as she slid two digits down my folds, back arching while she teased my entrance, my skin felt hot, sweat forming on my forehead, the dress sticking to my skin, so i took it off completely, leaving my bare body with just the bra on, she tsked "so impatient, huh?" But my mind was already fogged so without saying another word i pulled her in for a kiss, i moaned into the kiss when her fingers finally left the rim and entered completely, i went to grab her side but the shirt she was wearing got in between, frustrated i pulled it off her, she didn't care one bit, keeping the pace steady, pumping her fingers in and out at an agonizingly slow pace, I bucked my hips to get more friction but she stopped entirely, fingers stilling inside me , I whimpered as she said "do not move till I say so, I will let you come when I want you too" her fingers regaining the speed but still not fast enough and I was left blubbering mess beneath her.

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Clothes were scattered on the floor long ago, my screams and moans filled our room, if it weren't for the sound proofing, the media would be outside our door by now. I clutched onto her Ruby hair, as she glided her tongue up my slit, sending shivers down my spine, my legs thrown over her shoulder, her nose brushing over my sensitive clit, I was close to my edge, just another push and I'll be tumbling down, the knot in my stomach too tight, i groaned tugging on her hair "nat please" she just tutted against my cunt "you wanted this, now it's either you take what i give you or nothing at all" I whimpered, knowing she'd do just what she said, if I didn't comply, my mind was a mush, her skilled tongue lapping up my juices like a starved man but she did not give me the release, pulling back just enough to leave me groveling for her to go further, hands clamped on my thighs, she sucked on my clit and my back arched in response, my delirious mind swirling in thoughts of nothing but her hands on me, her kitten licks pushing towards the edge yet again, this time i didn't tell her, i was desperate to cum, i needed to but as if she knew what i was doing, she pulled back completely, my hand immediately flying to pull her back but she chuckled, her mouth smothered with my juices as she licked it off her lips.

She climbed on top of me, grinding her hips against mine, stimulating me more and more , my head rolled back , eyes scrunched shut, breathing labored but she had other plans , leaning down near the shell of my ear , her breath tickling me she said " say that you're mine, say it and I'll give you what you need, sweetheart" I whimpered, as quickly as I could I said " I'm yours, please, I'm all yours" she smirked, all the while teasing my entrance with her fingers, finally pumping into me, her fingers skillfully scissoring me inside, brushing my g-spot with every hit, and in no time I was coming on her fingers, the slick gushing out, smearing the already dirty bed sheets, I heaved, riding down my high, as she laid beside me chuckling and licking her fingers, I turned around and buried my face in her chest, her arms enveloping me, she caressed my hair lightly, kissing my forehead, giving me a break from before but before I could even process what's happening she pinned me down again, her voice rough "I'm not done with you just yet" and right then I knew I won't be getting any sleep tonight….

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dirtyvulture · 2 years

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Beefy!Natasha Romanoff x Reader

Requested by anon: beefy!nat who loves pointing out the obvious height difference between her and reader. resting her arm on R head, leaning on her, or just making short jokes, being the big spoon all the time, randomly picking R up despite her protests on all of these but Nat knows R loves it

18+ only, read at your own risk

AN: Gonna make this mostly fluffy, with a little bit of spice at the end.

Repost since the queue messed up the post lol.

Nat would be absolutely relentless in bringing up how you're almost a whole foot (or 0.3m) shorter than her. When you go grocery shopping with her, she'll ask you to grab something that is clearly on the tallest shelf, so you either have to jump to get it or sweet talk her into helping you.

You're basically her personal armrest (and her biceps are enormously heavy when she rests them on your head) and you think she could write a whole book with the amount of short jokes she tells you every day.

The one time she broke her leg on a mission, you were not only her caretaker but also her crutch, because she refused to use a medically certified one, and instead preferred to use your shoulder or head to support her as she hobbled around.

When she comes home from work, if she doesn’t tackle you in excitement, she’ll sweep you off your feet--literally--and carry you wherever she feels like taking you. She can completely cocoon you with her body in bed, but it makes you feel safe and loved so you don’t mind.

She always jokes that you’re so short, you have to go up on her, but once your mouth is on her center, she isn’t making jokes anymore.

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#natasha romanoff #Black Widow #beefy!nat #natasha romanoff smut #black widow x reader

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fandomnerd9602 · 1 year

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I like to imagine that death!reader before stalking the scarlet witch, had a wife (who is Natasha, btw), they were so in love, reader was like a grown puppy when natty was around, natasha loving her unusual red eyes. but when Natasha sacrificed herself to get the stone reader saw everything

Cue reader in limbo not wanting to let go of natty, gripping her hard and growling everytime Natasha mentions she has to go that it was her time to go, but reader just sobs harder.

All The Time

Natasha Romanoff x Death!Reader

You saw everything. Her struggles. Her victories. Her death.

Natasha Romanoff was in love with Death. Literally. Well she was in love with you. An ever present specter in her life. You followed her everywhere and then you made yourself known to her.

She fell in love and for the first time in an eternity, so did you. She could see past your skull like visage and view the loving and kind face that mask hid so well. Natasha had a way of caressing you that made all feel right in the universe.

You kept your marriage to her a secret, a well hidden one. She'd go to her room every night and you'd transport her to your kingdom when no one was looking. It was bliss, it was paradise, it was perfect.

But something perfect cannot last forever. The snap. It made chaos of what was supposed to be a perfect system. You made sure that Thanos would suffer a thousand times over in his death for trying to ruin the system that you were caretaker of.

Natasha sacrificed herself to help restore this system. You could only watch as the love of your immortal life threw herself off that cliff. You silently screamed into the void, no one could hear you.

You held her lifeless corpse close to your chest, weeping. Her skin was icy cold. Her eyes had lost their light. Your Natasha was gone. Gone to the void that all life ventures through.

You wake up screaming. It was another nightmare about her death. Your heart was shattered into a thousand piece and yet the job continues. Right now, you're trying to keep tabs on all her friends. The one causing the most issues is this Wanda Maximoff. Messing with the Darkhold is a dangerous game after all.

You rise from your ethereal bed and fasten your cloak back on. Time was not an issue in your domain, you existed outside of it after all.

You fasten your belt into place. You hook your twin scythes onto your trusty belt. Natasha used to tease you as you got ready for the day.

"We can just stay here" she'd smirk, rising from your bed with only a blanket to block your perfect view of her goddess like body. She'd tease you by letting the blanket slip a little, "I can give you a reason to stay"

"We have all the time in the world" you'd smirk back as you'd unfasten your belt, throw your cloak off and join her in your own bed. Your wife would be the death of you, if you could die.

You miss her. You lived so long and yet you never encountered another soul like hers before. Her scent, her smile, her touch.

"Detka" a familiar voice rings in your ears.

"Natasha" you whisper, a tear forming in your scarlet red eye.

You turn to see her standing there. Looking beautiful as ever. Scarlet red hair draped over a silky black robe.

"Hi honey" she smiles back.

'Y-You're here? How?" you throw down all your equipment and rush her. Holding her close, crying your eyes out. She wraps her arms around you tightly, holding onto you. Tears escaping her own eyes.

She pulls back, staring at you passionately before pulling you into one hungry kiss, one right after the other. Natasha could kiss you a thousand times and never feel like it was enough.

"This is a gift" she whispers as she kisses you hungrily. "The other deities brought me here. Said you did such a good job and all"

You roll your eyes, those softies. They knew how much you loved her. She caresses your cheek, staring at you with those orbs that you've memorized a thousand times over. This was no illusion, your Natasha was here.

"I can't leave here though" she explains, "I only exist here in our castle. our home"

"Now you're just giving me reasons to stay" you chuckle as she begins guiding you back to your bed.

She kisses you once, twice. and then behind your ear, and then your neck. Your fingers gently move to your wife's robe, playing with the hems.

"Stay" she whines in your ear. "we have time"

"All the time in the world"

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aceofwhump · 1 year

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do you know of anything with female whumpee and male caretaker? i feel like this is such a rare pairing but im craving this content lately

Oh umm let me think. I'm not too into female whumpees but I watch a lot of tv shows lol. Here are some characters and shows you can take a look at. Funny enough you can flip most of these and whump either one of them lol. But these are all examples where I know the female gets whumps at least once in their show and is taken care of by the male lead.

Chloe Decker and Lucifer Morningstar (Lucifer)

Teresa Lisbon and Patrick Jane (The Mentalist)

Dutch and Johnny and/or D'avin (Killjoys)

Fiona Glennane and Michael Westen (Burn Notice)

Natasha Romanoff and Clint Barton (Avengers/Marvel)

Buffy Summers and Angel (Buffy the Vampire Slayer)

Katniss and Peeta (The Hunger Games)

Annie Walker (Covert Affairs)

Diana Bishop and Matthew Clairmont (Discover of Witches)

Alina Starkov and Mal (Shadow and Bone)

Sam Carter and Jack O'Neill or Cameron Mitchell (Stargate SG-1)

Julia and William Murdoch (Murdoch Mysteries)

Charlie DiMarco and either Paul Briggs or Mike Warren (Graceland)

Maddie Buckley and either Buck or Chimney (9-1-1)

Kara and Mon El (Supergirl)

#lady whump #mod replies #ask #female whumpee #male caretaker

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Dead Dove December Masterlist

"Stocking" Stalking/Trapped Hail Hydra - Chapter One. Sergeant James Buchannan 'Bucky' Barnes falls from a train in the Alps, and frequently wishes he'd not defied all logic and survived. CW: canon-typical violence, falling from a significant height, forced amputation, poor medical treatment, sickness, infection, possible paranoia/delusion.

Heartwarming/Hidden Hail Hydra - Chapter Two. Bucky’s captors leave their prisoner to fight through his illness. CW: sickness, overeating, paranoia, imprisonment, poor treatment of POWs, infection.

Ice Skating (Screaming)/Nutcracker/Home Hail Hydra - Chapter Three. When Sergeant Barnes starts to recover from his illness, he’s given other things to worry about. CW: illness recovery, temperature torture, hypothermia, loss of consciousness.

Curse/Captivity Hail Hydra - Chapter Four. Bucky is warmed up... A little too much. CW: Restraint, branding, threats of violence, temperature torture.

Jolly/Jugular Hail Hydra - Chapter Five. The torture turns violent, and Bucky struggles to cope. CW: Stab wound, shock collar, humiliation, forced nudity.

Blood in the Snow/No Strings Attached Hail Hydra - Chapter Six. Bucky seeks comfort. CW: Flashbacks (including forced amputation and brief body gore), Nightmares, T-rated smuttiness.

Giving Back/First Night/Tis the Season Hail Hydra - Chapter Seven. Bucky gives rebellion another go – and his only comfort is taken from him. CW: Canon-typical violence, neglect, locked outside in the cold, homophobia, shock collar, cliffhanger.

Mistletoe Madness/Stress Free (Stress Position) Hail Hydra - Chapter Eight. Aleksi’s torture reaches its finale, and Bucky gets put in isolation. CW: Canon-typical violence, submission to save another, stress position, reluctant whimper, physiological distress, emotional distress, lashing.

The Gift of Gunpoint (Alternate) Hail Hydra - Chapter Nine. Things begin to reach their climax, and an announcement reaches the Soviet compound. CW: Forced to kill; death of PoWs; mentions of torture, neglect and abuse; gun violence.

Cold as Ice/Secret Surprise On The Tides - Chapter Three. Bucky Barnes x Original Male Character. The Captain is a reluctant caretaker, looking after a needy newbie who is under the weather and desperate for affection and comfort. CW: brief discussion of traumatic, historical injury; sickness (non-vomiting).

Unexpected Gift (Best/Worst)/Lost Hail Hydra - Chapter Ten. Bucky is sought out, and he receives a gift from his new captors. CW: Nightmares, blood, death of a whumper.

Candy Cane/Candlelight/"The Light Goes Out" Silver & Gold - Chapter Five. Natasha Romanoff (ish) x Original Male Character. Silver and Gold go ice-skating, and a storm blows out their power. Even obstacles can be fun when you face them together. CW: Implied Smut, Self-image issues.

Alright, this is how far I got before realising the challenge is closed aohwdaiwh This was so much fun! Definitely need to plan my time better and do it again next year <3

@deaddovedec

#DD:DE #fanfiction #mine #fandom: marvel #masterlist #Character: James Buchannan 'Bucky' Barnes #CW: DD:DE #Dead dove Don't Eat #dead dove december #Rating: E

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IronDad End of Year Rec List 2022

Hey everyone, I hope you had a good Christmas and New Year here’s a list of 22 IronDad fics I read in 2022!

And I promise I’m trying (21k) by bluesweatshirt

5 times Peter missed having a dad (and 1 time he realized he kind of still had one)

A Little Hiccup (101k) by Crazysnakelover

While Peter was out patrolling as Spiderman, an incident occurs, and something happens to him. Now he must go to Tony for help, and their relationship will never be the same.

Perfect Timing (60k) by PeterParkerSimp3000

Nothing makes life worth living anymore. Which is why, today is the day. The day Peter Parker is going to kill himself. He hopes in his next life he isn't such a failure.

Peter Parker ended up in the care of one Skip Westcott after his aunt died 8 months ago. Skip abuses him and after 7 months of abuse at the hands of who is supposed to be his caretaker, he's ready to end his life. Now, Tony Stark is known for being fashionably late, but in this case, however, he's got perfect timing.

(He offers Peter an internship!)

[N] Rescue (31k) by Zeronay

A few years after seeking the Sorcerer Supreme's help after the Ultron-fiasco, Tony is sure he loves Doctor Stephen Strange. Maybe it's even mutual, he's sure he would've found out if it weren't for Thanos and his lackeys invading earth in search of the Infinity Stones. After eradicating half the universe, including Stephen, Tony does everything in his might to bring everybody back. Because a world without Stephen Strange and Peter Parker might not be worth living in.

IronDad and SpiderMom (60k) by juliette_1004

He's supposed to be the normal nerd kid Parker but he's not. His Mother is a spy and he lives with a secret identity. His real name is Peter Aldrik Romanoff, and he is Natasha's miracle baby. She had thought she'll never have children but one faithful night with a man who is known by everybody. She played along. Wanted to rebel. Wanting to just forget everything.

Peter's mother, Black Widow herself woke up in none other than Tony Stark's bedroom. She left before the man could even wake up. Leaving one note with a red kiss mark.

i. you are my sunshine (19k) by peterstank

Stark men don’t quit. Stark men brush off their knees as they get back up and fix their mistakes. Tony’s not stupid; he knows he’s made plenty of them. He has a ledger full, a laundry list.

But somehow, this doesn’t feel like one of them.

or: the one where Tony finds out he’s going to have a kid and he thinks maybe, just maybe, he could try giving the whole ‘dad’ thing a go.

Iron Dad (96k) by Barelyfunctioning97

Since the very first day Tony had met Peter, he had wormed himself into Tony's heart. Now that damn kid has Tony wrapped around his little finger and quite honestly, to tell you the truth. Tony couldn't care less. Peter Parker is an amazing kid that Tony feels he doesn't really deserve to know, let alone share such a close bond with, but he’d be damned if he didn’t earn it.

Unexpected (Everything I never knew I wanted) (100k) by moonchild2593

Tony Stark was a lot of things- a father wasn't one of them. He had never wanted to be one, either. He didn't even like kids with their constant need for attention and the way they screamed and cried and did nothing but slobber. One day he stumbles across the nine-year-old orphaned son of one of his past lovers and something about that kid makes him reevaluate everything he's ever thought he'd wanted.

The Future Comes (147k) by orphan_account

"You're the Mandarin. You're the ones who killed my mother."

I was just trying to have a normal sophomore year. (Okay, not really, I was trying to find and destroy the Mandarin after they kidnapped me. But the same thing, hey? And it was fair: I was trying to avenge one parent, just after almost losing the other.) However, life had other plans for me. Such as being kidnapped, supervillains destroying Manhattan, and growing closer to Peter Parker. I turned up on my father's doorstep aged five, and somehow this was the most exciting year yet.

evergreen��(24k) by OnlyForward @multifandomforthemostpart

the story of how Tony Stark is Scrooge reincarnated and how Peter Parker is determined to change that. ft. civil war angst, tony being lonely, fun Christmas activities and a nice happy ending perfect for the holiday season.

The Barely Functioning Stark Family (40k. Incomplete) by Minikoala

Peter never had a mother. She died giving birth to him. Tony raised him and cared for him. Peter had never known anything different, but he knew he wouldn't change it for the world.

Harley had a mother. She died in a car accident when he was twelve. And it introduced a whole new part of his life that he never knew existed.

heart made of glass, my mind of stone (54k) by princessironspider

Tony hasn't spoken since Siberia. If he doesn't talk, he can't get close to people, and they can't hurt him again...right?

Long Story Short (It Was A Bad Time) Or AIs Don't Forget (77k) by peacockgirl

Turns out magic doesn't affect AIs. Karen is Peter's only link to his old life, and helps him hold on when he gets low.

Meanwhile, in Upstate New York, Tony struggles with the inexplicable certainty that he's lost a kid.

Until Peter gets hurt, and Karen tells FRIDAY ...

Set in that wonderful AU world where Tony survives Endgame, and our boy (eventually) gets all the hugs he needs and deserves.

phoenix (39k) by OnlyForward @multifandomforthemostpart

tony stark comes back to life after everyone’s memory of peter parker disappears in the battle at the statue of liberty. he’s the only one who remembers peter, is decidedly not happy about the fact he’s the only one, and promptly vows to fix it

If We Have Each Other, Then We'll Both Be Fine (30k) by Iplaypiano36

Peter Parker and his little sister, Presley, have been mostly on their own since Uncle Ben dead. Their Aunt hasn't been the same, and Peter has sworn both himself and Presley into secrecy about their home life. Everything goes downhill from there, but by some miracle, Parker luck lost for a day, and Peter won an internship with Tony Stark. Peter was able to worm his way into Tony's heart, but what happens when Tony starts to notice all is not so bright and happy at the Parker's residence.

Or:

Aunt May is abusive. Tony and Pepper come to the rescue.

When Trauma Comes Knocking (155k) by Kevy_Grayce

“He’s my best friend,” Ned chokes out in a watery voice. “I, I have to be there. He’s my best friend! He’s my-” He cuts himself off by crying into Tony’s shoulder. Tony shakes his head, not at them but at the universe.

“Don’t you dare,” he whispers furiously with clenched teeth. “Don’t you dare take him from us. He doesn’t deserve this. He’s a good kid. We need him so you better fix this.” He isn’t talking to anything, but he’s lost control of everything around him. He can’t do anything.

“Why isn’t it working?!” Ned shouts his demand, but it’s muffled by Tony’s suit jacket.

“I swear, Parker,” MJ forces out in a low voice as she sniffs. “You get up or I’ll never forgive you.” Her angry façade almost immediately shatters and her chin wobbles. “Please don’t go. Come back. Please, please, please.” She squeezes her eyes shut, causing more tears to fall.

The Other Timeline (153k) by Stellophia

When Thanos of the Alternate 2014 finds Nebula from the future, learns about the Avengers’ attempt to retrieve the stones from the past, travels to the future to put a stop to their plans, and is destroyed by Tony Stark’s ultimate sacrifice, he accidentally creates a divergent timeline where he simply doesn’t exist after 2014. A timeline where the events of Infinity War and Endgame never happen.

The world kept you like a secret, but I kept you like an oath (55k) by for_the_night

At 23:37 Doctor Strange casts a spell to make the universe forget Peter Parker.

At 23:36 Tony Stark’s heart stops for three minutes. When he comes to, no one remembers his kid, but you best believe he’s going to do everything he can figure out why. He isn’t going to lose his Spider-ling again.

Reality Rewritten (75k) by Booklivesmatter

To save the universe after events turn apocalyptic when a rift opens above the statue of liberty, Doctor Strange sends Peter Parker’s consciousness back in time to the year 2016.

Now in a time where Tony Stark is still alive and the Avengers are split up, Peter is the only person with the knowledge of what is to come. He must juggle the idea that he might be the kidnapped son of his mentor and the instructions that Doctor Strange had given him: Change things.

Peter and Morgan's 40-Year-Long-Day (26k) by thisMarvelousLife

Morgan is far too clever for her own good. She knows that the infinity stones can do anything, so surely they'd let her see her dad again.

Peter never planned on using the stones, he just wanted to keep Morgan out of trouble.

Finding Their Way Home (58k) by ElliahRose

Peter Benjamin-Edward Stark went missing on a Tuesday. For months the entirety of the New York police department, as well as anyone else the Starks could convince to join, searched for the tot. He was only three when he was taken and for four months, two weeks, and four days, Tony Stark and Pepper Stark (nee Potts) worried and fretted over their beloved child.

Peter Benjamin-Edward Stark was murdered on a Friday. A ransom call gone wrong spelt the end of the child’s life. The world grieved as the kidnappers gleefully told the devastated parents they’d find his body in the morning.

They never did.

Twelve years passed and the family was still grieving, and Tony Stark worked tirelessly to find his only child’s killer and gain justice for his son.

Meanwhile, Peter Parker was having literally the worst day ever. He just wanted to help make the world a better place, but instead, he got stabbed. That’s just his luck, isn’t it?

Making A Wish For You. (65k) by The_Mishamigo

Pepper and Tony are suffering from infertility. Tony, as much as he didn’t believe in magic, wishes for a kid as a last resort. The next thing he knows, he walks into Peter Parker. Now he can’t seem to get rid of the kid.

If you know the writer's URL please let me know so I can mention them. I hope everyone has an awesome 2023! Enjoy reading and don't forget to leave comments and Kudos!

#tony stark #peter parker #irondad and spiderson masterlist #fluff and angst #irondad rec list 2022

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goldenempyrean · 2 years

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Can I request a fic where Reader is hiding being sick from Natasha?

Admitting The Problem

Just a little drabble to pass the time :D

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“I cant be sick Natasha. I just don’t have the time for it right now!” You gave a congested whine as Natasha’s eyes scanned over you.

You had felt yourself falling asleep during the team-meeting which had just finished. It felt as if you had to pinch yourself every 5 minutes just to stay conscious. Natasha had noticed this and decided to pull you behind to question you.

“Look at me.” She frowned, lifting your head up so she could stare down at your tired face, “I can see the fever behind your eyes sweetheart.”

“Lies.” You argued weakly, “All you can see is a person at the pinnacle of health, because Im perfectly fi- Hhi’tshhhIuew! Hup’TSHHH! Hhih’tshoo!”

Natasha sighed, and turned to grab the box of tissues from the middle of the big table and tucked it beneath her arm before turning back to you and wrapping her other one around your waist.

“Come now.” She spoke softly, guiding you out of the room, “You don’t need to hide anything from me, you know that.”

“But Im fine Nat. I have so much to do, we need to reorganise the files and then finish the mission reports and then-“ You were cut off from your rambling the dull aching in your head throbbed sudden, sending your hand shooting up towards your temples.

Nat eyes grew heavy with concern, “Hey take it easy sweetheart, take slow steps.”

You sighed in defeat giving a weak sniffle as you nodded, leaning your head against her sturdy shoulder, allowing your body to go limp against hers.

“Maybe I don’t feel too good.”

She gave a content hum, happy you’d finally given in and admitted, “I thought as much, lets get you to bed sweetie.”

#sickfic #snzfic #marvel sickfic #whump #fluffy #marvel snzfic #mcu #snzfuck #femreader #snz #natasha romanoff x reader #natasha romanoff x sick!reader #sick reader x natasha romanoff #natasha romanoff sickfic #natasha romanoff comfort #natasha romanoff caretaker #natasha romanoff whump

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twentyghosts · 1 year

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Marvel Hallmark Holiday Fic Roundup

In years past I’ve been hit with inspiration to write holiday themed fics too late in the season for me to finish them before the holidays in question, leading me to post Christmas fics in January like clearance-sale chocolate Santas. This year I’m regifting aka reposting these holiday fics BEFORE the holidays. What a concept! Hope you enjoy these cheesy holiday tropes. (Or, thank you if you already enjoyed them in past Januarys.)

Make a Wish

Rating: Teen Relationship: Bruce Banner/Tony Stark, Pepper Potts/Tony Stark, Bruce Banner/Pepper Potts/Tony Stark Words: 64K Summary: When college professor Bruce Banner asks tech billionaire philanthropist Tony Stark for a donation to fill Christmas wishes for teens in foster care Tony is happy to help–and to invite Bruce to a charity Mistletoe Ball. Sparks fly, but Bruce decides he’s not comfortable being in an open relationship that also includes Tony’s girlfriend, Pepper Potts. But Tony needs a date to a lot of charity galas that winter, and Pepper is a busy CEO. So Tony proposes a plan to Bruce: they can pretend to date for the month of December. It’s a win for everyone: Tony won’t have to go to those boring events alone, Bruce can use the media attention to highlight his under-valued charity, and they can part ways in January with no hard feelings.

Just kidding: of course they both catch real feelings for each other. Will they manage to work things out in time to have a happy new year, or is that just wishful thinking?

Evergreen Love

Rating: Teen Relationship: Bruce Banner/Tony Stark Words: 30K Summary: When Tony Stark runs off the road on his way home from a ski trip, he's taken in by Bruce Banner, the caretaker of a rural Christmas tree farm. Fortunately, they have immediate chemistry. Unfortunately, while Tony is snowed in and off the grid for the weekend, some unpleasant revelations about Stark Pharmaceuticals come to light.

Can Tony save his company, his reputation, and his budding romance before Christmas? Do bears shit in the woods? Are southern pine beetle infestations slowly expanding their territory due to climate change? (The answer to all of these is yes; you can ask Bruce about it.)

I'll Be Home for Christmas

Rating: Teen Relationships: Pepper Potts/Natasha Romanoff Words: 5k Summary: When a snowstorm grounds flights out of DC on Christmas Eve, Natasha manages to get the very last rental car. But when she hears a beautiful stranger pleading to get back to New York to spend Christmas with her daughter, Natasha offers her a ride. Unfortunately, conditions worsen and the pair decide to stop for the night. They're happy to get a hotel room, even if it only has one bed, and it turns out to be a very merry Christmas for all.

Snow Falls, Love Rises

Rating: Teen Relationships: Bruce Banner/Tony Stark Words: 35k Summary: Tony Stark’s ambitious new plan to convert all of his factories to manufacture solar panels and other green energy technologies causes some concern in the small town of Snow Falls, Ohio: the home of the StarKids toy factory. Despite the toy factory’s popularity, the town’s Green Party mayor, Bruce Banner, actually supports the solar panel initiative.

However, Bruce’s deputy mayor Darcy Lewis goes behind his back to invite Tony to be the grand marshal of the town’s annual Winter Joy Toy Parade, in an attempt to convince Tony to preserve the toy factory. Tony accepts, secretly hoping to use the event as an opportunity to reconnect with Bruce.

Unbeknownst to the citizens of Snow Falls, Bruce and Tony haven’t spoken to each other since their boarding school romance came to an abrupt end. Can their love be rekindled, or is it as dead as a string of vintage Christmas tree lights?

#marvel #fanfiction #science bros #science boyfriends #bruce banner #tony stark #pepper potts #natasha romanoff #bruce banner/tony stark #bruce banner/pepper potts/tony stark #pepper potts/natasha romanoff #holiday tropes #dumb stuff i make up

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somber-sapphic · 7 months

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Dish Water

〘Prompt 18- "Wear Your Coat, You'll Catch a Cold."〙

〘Notes- Here we are, prompt 18! Don't ask about the title. We all know its bad.〙

〘Summary- Natasha gets caught in the rain while picking up takeout.〙

〘Word Count- 850〙

〘Pairing- Sick Natasha x Reader〙

〚Main Masterlist〛⌶〚Sicktember Masterlist〛

“Wear your coat, you’ll catch a cold.” You called after Natasha, flashing the redhead a happy grin. She laughed and rolled her eyes, turning back to smile at you.

“It’s 60 degrees out, I think I’ll live.” She teased in return, shutting the door behind her in a twirl. You chuckled quietly to yourself as you turned back to the soapy dishwater in the sink, amused with your dumb joke.

Science had clearly proven no correlation between not wearing a coat and getting sick. If it had been colder hypothermia was certainly on the table, but not a cold or the flu. Depending on who you ask hypothermia could be worse, but Nat would simply glare at any illness until it went away. She was cool like that.

You began to hum as you cleaned the dishes, wrinkling your nose as you rinsed out a water bottle which had held what smelled like a very old smoothie. It was your turn to clean the dishes accumulated by the Avengers over the week and you were unfortunate enough to have the grossest set since the chore was put in place.

That didn’t matter though, because Natasha was picking up pizza and soon enough the two of you would be cuddled up on the couch with hot, greasy food and a scary movie.

You wanted to watch a wholesome Halloween movie (The Corpse Bride specifically), but your girlfriend had insisted on a Scream marathon. You didn’t care though, all that mattered was spending time with her.

These last few months had been so incredibly stressful. The moment that she had gotten back from a three-week mission, you had been sent out for surveillance that required you to live in what was practically a shack in the middle of the Alaskan wilderness. You spend two months there, seeing no action and hearing nothing of the woman you loved. It had been lonely, very lonely.

But now, it was okay. Given that you were the two sent on the longest missions Steve and Fury had agreed that you would each get at least a month home together, barring any emergencies that came up. Figuring that there would be at least one said emergency, Natasha and you were determined to take up this time doing couple-y things. Tomorrow it would be a movie, the day after a pottery class. Domestic stuff.

You finished with the dishes and dried your hands on the cloth, mildly alarmed by the amount of water covering your shirt. You always flung water around while completing that particular chore, but you thought you’d been careful enough this time. The soaking hem of your shirt told a different story.

With a sigh, you pulled it off and headed for the laundry room, certain that you had at least one left over from the load you’d forgotten to fold earlier.

No sooner than you donned a fresh shirt, one smelling of lavender and Nastasha, did you hear a door close and a loud sneeze. You hurriedly tugged the shirt the rest of the way on and checked your watch as you padded out to the kitchen to investigate.

Standing in the doorway was Natasha, dripping wet and shaking like a leaf. The raincoat that she’d apparently grabbed was draped over the pizza box carried in one hand, her face buried in the crook of her other elbow. When she looked up at you, you could see the guilt in her eyes.

When she pulled her head away you could see the redness of her nose and the pout set on her plump red lips.

“Natty! Babe, I told you to wear it!” You said in a rush, sliding across the tile in your sock clad feet. Unfortunately, you had misjudged your speed and collided with her. It was only her quick reflexes that allowed you, the pizza and herself to all remain standing.

“It j-just started p-pouring, I didn’t want the-the food to get r-r-ruined.” Natasha spat out, her teeth chattering so hard that you could barely make out what she was saying. You huffed and took the box from her, setting it on the counter with the raincoat falling to the side.

The box was safe, of course it was. There was not a single dark spot on the cardboard concealing your dinner, but the woman you planned to share it with had been reduced to a sniveling mess in front of you.

“Okay love, forget the pizza. You need a warm shower and some chicken soup.” You said gently, wrapping an arm around your waist. Natasha tried to pull away, protesting about how she was getting you wet. It was true, but you didn’t care. One more change of shirt wouldn’t kill you.

“Come on Tasha, lets get you warmed up.” You kissed the side of her head, allowing yourself a smile when she laid her head against you. You may have been standing, but she had melted against you, half convincing you that if you let go, she would collapse.

In that moment, you decided that next time you would not be joking when you told her to wear a coat.

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thenexusofsouls · 5 months

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https://buckyntasha.tumblr.com/post/637325112649072640/a-history-of-buckynat-1-because-ive-been#notes

This link should also be helpful in addition to the other two I sent you!

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{i am the caretaker of souls} Thank you, that actually really does help! That person also has a link to a more detailed history that I’d like to read to give me as much background as possible so I don’t screw this up, heh. Natasha is still so quiet, though, so what I might do is rewatch Black Widow sometime soon, and then hopefully between that and reading up on their comic romance, I’ll be all good to dive into all their asks. =)

#{ i am the caretaker of souls } ᵒᵒᶜ #muse: natasha romanoff

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buckybarnesowl · 2 years

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It Never Ends - Chapter 9

Pairing: College!AU Bucky x fem! Reader

Series description: Bucky and Y/n are fourth-year undergrads with the same major. They’ve always had a crush on each other but were too reserved to do anything about it. One horrendous night pushes them together and they’re forced to navigate the fallout, for better or worse.

Chapter summary: Y/n receives the decision, and discovers that affirmation comes in many forms.

A/n: Wow, this chapter was such an experience to write. I hope I did this story justice. My sincere thank you again for all of the support for this series. Love and hugs to each and every one of you.

Chapter 9 word count: 2.5k

Chapter 9 warnings: dealing with trauma, reference to reporting sexual assault, description of sexual assault, survivors coming forward

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The digital clock on the stove read 3:42. Y/n was in her comfiest jogging pants with a hoodie pulled tight over her head. She was leaning against Bucky’s shoulder, his right arm wrapped around her, his prosthesis resting on her lap, both of Y/n’s hands balled up in the sleeves of her sweatshirt and resting on top. Wanda and Sam were curled up next to them on the other side of the couch, while Natasha was on Steve's lap in the big mismatched armchair. They were halfway through Howl’s Moving Castle, Y/n’s comfort film, in an attempt to distract her from the pending decision that was supposed to be emailed to her that afternoon.

She kept rubbing her sweatshirt covered firsts together, glancing between the clock and her laptop screen displaying her inbox. Bucky noticed and stroked her shoulder, pressing a kiss into her temple.

“Need anything, doll?” he whispered in her ear.

Y/n simply shook her head, leaning further into his side.

“It’ll come. Don’t worry. We’re all here for you.”

“I know,” she whispered back, adding a muted “thanks” as she turned to flash him a forced half-smile before looking back at her inbox.

And suddenly there it was.

“Holy shit,” she exclaimed.

Natasha paused the movie. Everyone began sharing glances, lips tight with anticipation.

“Want us to give you some privacy?” Bucky offered softly.

She thought about it for a moment, as if trying to translate the words in her head.

“No. Stay. Please,” she finally responded with as much certainty as she could muster.

“Take your time, hun,” Wanda encouraged. “We’re not going anywhere.”

Y/n nodded appreciatively.

This was it. The moment she’d both anticipated and dreaded. The moment that had commandeered her days with what-if thought spirals and stolen her nights with fitful dreams. The culmination of meetings recounting the vile memory over and over, first spoken then written. Then more meetings to add the incident at the bar. More recounting, more written statements.

It was like standing at the edge of a diving board and suddenly realizing she had a severe fear of heights. Y/n was frozen, unsure if she wanted to lean forward and open the email or run and lock herself in her bedroom and try again tomorrow.

Before her mind could finish deliberating, her body made the decision for her and she double clicked the unread message.

Y/n read the email. Then read it again. And again.

After the third pass, with silent tears streaming down her face, she leaned back into the couch and attempted to steady her breathing.

“So?” Natasha asked the question everyone else was too afraid to voice, unable to read the emption behind her reaction.

“I… you can read it,” Y/n said quietly, motioning her chin towards the open laptop on the coffee table.

Everyone simultaneously took a breath before moving out of their respective seats to hover around the computer.

It only took a few seconds before Wanda sighed, closing her eyes tight.

“Typical,” Natasha stated coldly, unsurprised.

The guys’ reactions were not so calm and collected.

“Are you fucking kidding me?” Bucky seethed.

“They have to be joking,” Steve scoffed.

“That’s un-fucking-believable,” Sam added.

Y/n chuckled softly, sniffling and wiping her face to grab her bearings.

“It’s not, actually. This is what happens. At least I’ll get to finish next semester in peace,” she sighed.

“But a single semester suspension and only permanent suspension from extracurriculars?!” Bucky exclaimed, the rage seeping out of his words as he took his seat next to Y/n. “So what if they’re banned from interacting with you! They should be expelled!” Bucky’s voice was raised and his cheeks were flushed, the crease between his eyebrows fully showing.

“Don’t yell at me! This is how it fucking works. This is the best I was ever going to get.” A sob stuttered out of her as she tried to deflect Bucky’s shock.

“Fuck, sweetheart, you’re right. I’m so fucking sorry. I just…” he sighed long and hard before continuing. “I wanted them to pay,” he grimaced, slamming his fist into his thigh.

“We all did, Barnes. But Y/n is right. You guys have no fucking clue,” Natasha lectured. “She’s lucky they even got a punishment at all considering how connected Beck’s family is.”

Y/n and Wanda nodded at their friend’s words.

“But the doctor’s report? Our statements?” Steve asked sheepishly.

“Only meant they couldn’t fully dismiss it,” Wanda replied matter of factly.

“I’m so fucking sorry you all have to experience this shit,” Sam said, voice wavering and defeated as he wrapped his arms around Wanda.

“Y/n, I’m such an ass. I’m so so sorry,” Bucky mumbled, looking at his lap.

“I know, it’s okay,” she replied with warmth, before leaning into him and whispering, “Hug me. Please.”

Bucky’s arms engulfed her in record speed, rocking her slowly. She melted into his embrace, finally feeling the liberty to let go of every emotion she had buried all these weeks. Her sobs started soft, but quickly morphed into drawn out moans, shoulders heaving at the weight of the release. It was cathartic and necessary, like a spring thaw that floods riverbeds and clears away a season of accumulated debris. The friends took their cue, each couple breaking off into Wanda and Natasha’s respective bedrooms.

It took an hour before Bucky finally felt Y/n’s breathing even out.

“Doll? I hate to let go but my shoulder is cramping up.”

“Oh my god!” She exclaimed, releasing herself from the refuge of his arms. “You should have said something. I’m so sorry.”

“No, no, I didn’t want to let go. Just sometimes the prosthetic digs in the wrong way at certain angles. ‘S fine, really,” he assured her.

Her eyes filled with remorse as she leaned forward to massage his shoulder.

“Mmmm,” his eyes fluttered closed at the comfort before quickly reopening, “sweetheart, you don’t have to.”

“Let me, please. You’ve done so much for me.”

“‘S nothing,” he retorted, though leaning into her touch at her request.

She froze and placed both hands on his cheeks. “James Buchanan Barnes, the amount of support you’ve given me over these weeks has been everything. I don’t have the words to begin to describe what it’s meant to me. I love you, so much, and I will forever be grateful for you.”

She pressed her lips, soft and slow, hoping the gesture would sing all the words she couldn’t seem to find.

Bucky nodded, reluctantly breaking the kiss before the heat took over.

“I’m the luckiest guy in the world,” he hummed, breath wavering from the intensity of their embrace.

Y/n’s face burned. She looked away in embarrassment, but Bucky brought a finger up to turn her chin back to face him.

“I mean it, doll. You are the strongest person I’ve ever met. Your kindness and humour fill me with a joy that I didn’t even know existed and I’m just lucky to have the opportunity to witness it. I love you too. So fucking much.”

He returned her kiss, heavy but controlled, with a tenderness that was so characteristically Bucky.

“You're a really good kisser, you know that?” Y/n complemented, leaning her head on his chest as Bucky tilted them both into a more vertical position on the couch.

“Glad you think so, sweetheart,” he returned with a chuckle, rubbing her back.

“Thanks for being here,” she said softly after a few moments of melting into his comforting ministrations.

“Nowhere else I’d rather be,” his voice rumbled in his chest warmly.

Her relief was palpable, and while Bucky was still filled with contempt for the final decision, he would follow Y/n’s lead. He realized at that moment that he would follow her anywhere. A smile crept across his face and he pressed his lips into the top of her head.

****

After digesting the news, the three couples had rejoined to finish the movie and order pizza. Though not long after, everyone went to bed early—drained from the emotional roller coaster of the day compounded by the burnout from finals week.

After being asleep for several hours, as moonlight flooded her bedroom floor, Y/n awoke with a purpose sometime after midnight. She wasn’t not sure where the idea sprouted from, but as soon as opened her eyes she knew she wouldn’t get back to sleep until she had completed it.

Slinking stealthily from under Bucky’s arm that was wrapped around her waist, she crept out of the room. Plopping herself down on the couch, she opened her phone and found the Untold Instagram account for her college and began to type her message.

My name is Jane Doe and I was drugged by Quentin Beck and Brock Rumlow at a party. I know I’m not the only one they’ve harmed. This is just my story. They were waiting for me in a room when I stumbled in trying to find the washroom. They tied my hands and ankles before laying me down on a bed. I couldn’t scream or yell. I couldn’t fight back. I found out from the drug test I took the next day that they gave me ketamine. It was still present in my system 12 hours later. Quentin was kissing me and touching my chest while Brock tried to undo my jeans. I must have reacted poorly to the drugs because the only reason I wasn’t raped was that I vomited on Quentin before he could go any further. When he found out I was going to report him, Quentin threatened me physically. The result of his report is one semester suspension. It never ends. Rapists walk away free while victims have to survive. I am a survivor. To all my fellow survivors, I see you. I believe you.

Clicking the send paper airplane icon, she closed the app, then her phone, and made her way back to bed.

Bucky stirred as she gently pulled the covers over her shoulders.

“Mmm, doll? You okay?” he mumbled, worry etched across his tired face as he blinked in confusion.

“I am now,” she replied softly, placing a chaste kiss on his cheek.

“Mmm glad,” he mumbled, wrapping his arm around her again, already drifting off again.

Y/n snuggled into his chest, quickly following him into a dreamless sleep.

****

“Y/n! Bucky! Oh my god, wake up!” Natasha’s instructions booming through the door as her fist knocked hard. “You both need to get dressed and come with us. Now.”

“What the…” Bucky trailed off with confusion, startled from sleep.

Y/n yawned, shrugging at her friend’s frantic excitement. But she obliged and forced herself up.

“What’s going on, Nat?” Y/n asked, rubbing her eyes as she and Bucky exited her room once they were both dressed.

“I can’t explain it. You just need to come see.”

Wanda nodded at her friend’s raised eyebrows, a smile plastered across her face.

“They’re right,” Sam responded to Bucky’s equally bewildered demeanor when he looked to his friends for help.

The six of them promtply left the dorm together, the cold December air waking them with more efficiency than a shot of espresso.

“Where are we going that there wasn’t time for me to even have my morning coffee,” Y/n whined, grumpily.

“You’ll see,” Natasha chimed.

In less than ten minutes, the group arrived in front of the main entrance to the Faculty of Arts building. The faculty that Y/n, Bucky, Quentin, and Brock were all enrolled in.

The sky was the kind of clear blue that whispers winter is on its way. The sun was just over the height of the stone building, casting criss-crossed shadows through the bare trees that lined the walkway leading to the entrance steps.

The steps that were covered in banners, letters, flowers, candles. Signs that read, We believe Jane Doe. Survivors, we believe you. We see you.

There was already a crowd. Some placing more items amongst the growing collection of offerings. Others were chatting and hugging.

Y/n’s cheeks were wet. Her breath hitched silently, continuous and shaking through her chest. She lowered herself down onto the sidewalk, eyes scanning the messages and tokens of support.

Following her lead, Natasha and Wanda sat on either side of her and wrapped their arms around their crying friend. The boys followed suit, sitting on either side of the redheads, Bucky settling down behind Y/n, gently resting his hand on her back so she knew he was there.

Within fifteen minutes there were over thirty people sitting around them. After an hour there must have been more than a hundred. Bucky sent out a text, instructing the entire swim team to come show their support. It wasn’t long before each and every member was there, bearing blankets and hot beverages to warm up the group.

By the ninety minute mark, there were too many to count, all sitting in support of Jane Doe. Of every single survivor.

A soft breeze rattled the few remaining leaves on the otherwise empty trees. Something shifted and Y/n suddenly rose to her feet.

“I’m here because I’m a survivor,” her voice rang out over the hushed crowd. “If you’re a survivor and you feel safe to do so, I invite you to stand with me. I want people to see how many of us there are. I want you to see you’re not alone.”

The crowd held a collective breath as one by one, people started standing. Natasha. Wanda. And so many others. Slowly each person rose, and within a minute nearly two thirds of the crowd was standing.

After a moment of silence, someone shouted, “Survivors, we see you, we believe you.” The rest of those that were sitting joined in, repeating the words, over and over.

It was spontaneous and beautiful and heartbreaking, an overwhelming tangle of emotions that moved many of the impromptu sit-in attendees to tears. Including Bucky.

After scanning the crowd and taking in the weight of the demonstration, his eyes fell on Y/n’s standing form and he couldn’t look away. Nor did he want to. His heart that had broken so many times throughout this ordeal, for the pain she had suffered, endured, persevered through. It was now bursting with love for her strength, her courage, her tenacity. He was in awe and that’s when he knew—if she’d let him, he would happily spend the rest of his life trying to show Y/n what he saw in her.

The sun rose higher. Wind ruffled the banners on the steps and the hair of those still standing amongst the gathering. Sparrows chirped in the shrubs against the building. Another day was unfolding as late autumn prepared to welcome in winter before a new year arrived.

As if feeling the air change, Y/n turned to look down at Bucky. Tear tracks stained her cheeks, but a smile took residence on her lips when she saw his adoring blue eyes staring back up at her. Those eyes that she could now admit she had fallen for years ago. The ones that told her she could do anything. That she was safe. That she was home.

Epilogue

#bucky x reader #bucky barnes x reader #bucky x y/n #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky barnes fic #bucky fluff #hurt/comfort #caretaker bucky #james bucky barnes #james buchanan barnes #avengers au #mcu au #college bucky #sam wilson #steve rogers #wanda maximoff #natasha romanoff #it never ends series

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1heartsickfics · 4 years

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How about a Marvel fic where Steve is on a mission with Nat and gets the stomach flu? Or if you prefer maybe the whole team is there?

TW: depictions of vomit

“Steve behind you!” Natasha yelled as she ducked under a fist and took out her attackers legs.

Steve heard her, but took just too long to process what she’d said. Suddenly he was flat on his back on the ground, vision swimming. Get up, you have to get up, he thought to himself.

Before he could make his achy limbs move however, the looming man above him was taken out from behind. He dropped to the floor, much as Steve had done a minute ago, either unconscious or too stunned to move.

“What’s wrong with you?” Nat asked, holding a hand down to Steve to help him off the ground.

He stood up on shaky legs, ignoring the spinning of his head and the turning of his stomach. As soon as he was upright however, his body went hot and his mouth filled with spit he couldn’t swallow.

“Nat-” he started to warn her, but cut himself off by pitching forwards to vomit all over his shoes. Great.

“Jesus Christ Steve,” she gasped, jumping out of the way to avoid the growing mess that he was heaving up all over the floor of the compound. It was a good thing she’d managed to take out everyone already cause Steve was clearly in no shape to be fighting.

“Sorry,” he breathed out, spitting to rid his mouth of the taste.

“Are you good?” she asked, moving to stand at his side. She draped an arm over his back and grabbed his shoulder with her other hand, helping him straighten up slowly.

“I, uh, I’m really not feeling so hot,” Steve laughed awkwardly, feeling his face flush with embarrassment.

“Clearly,” she scoffed, rolling her eyes, although Steve could sense the fondness in her voice.

“I’m sorry,” he said again. He knew he’d jeopardized the mission. Truthfully, he’d felt a little off all day, and his stomach had started bothering him a couple of hours ago, but he hadn’t realized he was actually going to throw up until a few seconds before he did.

“Let’s just get you out of here. I’ll call for a med-evac and backup to storm the second compound with me tonight,” Natasha said, “Can you walk?”

“Think so,”

“We’ll take it slow,” Natasha said, her voice soft. She didn’t get like this very often, mostly just for Steve and Clint. Well, Bruce too, but that was different somehow.

Steve nodded, letting himself be pushed towards their exit point. When the world started spinning again he closed his eyes, letting himself lean against Natasha, who silently took his weight without complaint. She was a lot stronger than she looked, despite being so tiny. Steve had learned not to under estimate her a long time ago.

“Here, sit, relax for a bit,” Natasha’s voice shook him from his trance a few minutes later. She’d managed to get him back to their camp in the woods, just off the property, without incident.

“Shit-” Steve gasped out just before he dropped to his knees to throw up again, his stomach squeezing. So much for without incident.

“Alright, take it easy Steve, you’re okay,” she crouched down behind him, rubbing his back through his uniform. He felt her pull his helmet off, tossing it somewhere. He hadn’t realized how sweaty he was, but he felt absolutely disgusting.

“God, Nat I’m so sorry,” he gritted out a moment later, biting back dry heaves. He had nothing left to throw up but his body couldn’t seem to figure that out.

“Shut up,” she said, though just like before there was no real malice in her voice. In fact, she sounded almost... worried? That was new. Maybe he was more sick than he thought. “You’ve got a fever,” she added, as if reading his thoughts. They’d always been able to do that, read each other. It’s what made them a good team.

“Mm,” Steve hummed, closing his eyes again as Natasha practically dragged him away from the pile of sick, helping him lean up against a tree.

“I’m gonna call the tower now, try not to pass out or anything, okay?” she said, brushing his sweat dampened hair out of his eyes.

“Yes ma’am,” Steve breathed out, a smile playing at his lips despite how awful he felt.

#might do a part 2 where he gets back to the tower and bucky takes care of him.#this wasnt as long as i wanted #but i think it turned out okay #i love their friendship #sick steve #stomach flu #tw vomit #vomit trigger warning #vomiting #caretaker natasha #marvel #mcu #avengers #steve rogers #captain america #black widow #natasha romanoff

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