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wandasaura · 1 month

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GOLD THATS IN YOUR EYES

summary — you’ve known natasha romanoff since she first defected to shield, but it’s taken you years to realize that you’ve loved her since then too

warning(s) — fluff, mentions of the ohio mission, hurt/comfort

prompt — finding excuses to be alone with each other x noticing their individual quirks

song — mood ring by kira kosarin

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Natasha Romanoff was not a very sociable person, in fact, she was quite the opposite. Most people would be surprised to learn that the infamous ex assassin was admittedly somewhat of an introverted homebody, preferring the chosen silence of isolation over bustling crowds where judgment ran wild. For a woman with such a bold way about her, she was admittedly rather soft. She was soft in the way she moved around the kitchen when nobody was around to watch her frolic through cabinets on the balls of her feet, arches deep and perfect, and heels exquisitely raised above the floorboards. She was soft in the way she spoke, too. Her words were always calculated, always direct, and blunt enough to be chalked up to dry humor, but if you listened closely, if you closed your eyes and let the weight of her spoken sentence weigh on your heart in the way she’d never intended for anybody to actually do, you’d notice the soft hitch to her tone that was endearingly Russian, and the way her nose twitched whenever she wasn’t sure how a comment would be received by the masses. Natasha Romanoff was a lot of things, but an arrogant agent was not one of them; not that she’d ever admit that.

You supposed that she felt a crippling need to assert herself as if she were in a position of calculated authority. Some could say that she was in a stance of power, having been deemed not only a level six agent but also an Avenger by time she was twenty-nine, yet even with the moniker of being the only reformed Black Widow to escape Dreykov’s grasp, Natasha was never the authoritarian she prided herself on being when others were around. Granted, you were never one to challenge the way she raised her chin when she was at the center of a room full of men, and you were never one to comment on how her shoulders squared defensively whenever someone took a step to close for comfort. She radiated confidence and certainty, but beneath all of the hurt that she had turned into defensiveness, she was merely a woman that had been wronged and burned by every bridge she’d ever dared to build. You saw her as such, she knew that you did, so maybe that was why she never tried to act that way with you. It was an unspoken mutual understanding that all bets were off when fate brought you two together.

Natasha Romanoff played a lot of games. She liked the challenge of breaking down her opponent before they had the chance to break her down themselves, but the second anyone got too close she pulled a mask over her features and her bleeding heart became a loaded gun. You’d never met someone so guarded in your life, and yet she placed all cards face up on the table whenever she got you alone. Natasha Romanoff was not the sick and twisted woman she allowed the general public to believe she was. She woke up screaming from nightmares bi-weekly, the rasp in her gravely tone not natural but consequential. She closed her eyes whenever she washed her hands in fear of the clear water becoming red with the blood of her innocent victims. She stepped only on the tiles that she knew were silent, scared to make ripples in the water and alert attention. People who didn’t know Natasha Romanoff would say she was something similar to the atrocities that occurred beneath the midnight sky, but you would say she was the shadow of sweet flowers that disappeared after sunset.

You noticed every miniscule detail there was to know about Natasha Romanoff, but you know that she noticed every detail about you as well. She noticed the way you avoid going out in the rain when it’s cold, and how none of your socks ever seem to match even on missions. She noticed how you migrate down to the kitchen in the ungodly hours of the morning just to bake pastries for the team to eat at breakfast, usually cinnamon rolls or blueberry muffins with a crumb coating that Wanda particularly is a fan of, but eventually, she’d unraveled that your little habit wasn’t merely because you wanted to be hospitable toward the people you fought alongside with when extraterrestrial disasters fell to earth, but rather because your mind needed something to focus on when the nightmares of human travesties became too paralyzing and suffocating to handle alone in the dark. The first time her attention to detail became apart was a gloomy day in November, the leaves not all fallen from trees but the air frigid enough to belong in a barren January day. At that point, you’d fallen into a routine of going out for a run through central park each morning, always returning with not only a coffee for yourself, but one for her as well, but with the downpour of raindrops the size of nickels, you’d chosen the lower level gym as your route that day. Natasha wasn’t much a fan of the rain, but she never minded freezing temperatures. She found you in the debriefing room that early afternoon, her hair sodden and crimped from pallets of rain that fell overhead, but in her hands were two cuts of still steaming coffee from your favorite little cafe. She’d tried to say that she was just in the area, but you knew that she had gone out of her way to assure that at least part of your morning remained unchanged throughout the storm.

Your relationship with Natasha had been an unspoken arrangement for as many months and years as you could remember, but recently things had changed. You’d always found yourself alone in a room, two friends existing within the same space naturally, but lately even that hadn’t felt so innocently charged, and you were as much at fault as Natasha was. The Russian lingered in the kitchen just to watch as you mixed together batter for muffins that Tony would eat half of, but you hung around in the lower level gym just to hand off a water bottle when she completed her workout. Any excuse either of you could grasp onto just to spend a few uninterrupted minutes together had been abused and properly overused, but there was no admission of feelings anywhere close to the tip of your tongue.

There were some days that passed, even now years later, where when you looked at her beneath the kitchen lights, or against the punching bags, you only ever saw the broken woman that Clint had brought in from the KGB. She’d been merely a shell of herself at that time, fiery red hair matted with knots and the blood of her targets, face smeared with dirt and gunpowder. You hadn’t been on base when she’d been dragged in wearing heavy metal shackles and dehumanizing cuffs, but Maria had filled you in on everything prevalent regarding Fury’s newest asset. It had taken you three weeks to run into her when you returned, traumatized from the loss of your team and spiraling into shallow thoughts of death and finality, but from the very first moment you’d never seen her as a threat, and she’d never seen you as the lucky survivor that walked away from a raid. Her eyes were soft, softer than the wings of a newly hatched butterfly, and when she stood beneath the sunlight on the deck of the helicarrier, accent thick and sweet like the spring breeze that carried pollen beneath its current, you’d seen the daintiest twinge of gold within the green of her eyes. Maybe it was at that moment that you’d known you wanted to spend your entire life at her side, or maybe that had come much later, but what you’d definitely realized in that first month of knowing her, was that she wasn’t as complete as she wanted everyone to assume she was. There was so much despair and longing beneath her mask of confidence and casualty, so many agonizing emotions that she’d never fully overcome. There were times where you wondered what could be missing from her life that even now, deemed a hero and residing amongst people that just wanted to do good by the world, but you always circled back to the heavy acknowledgement that aside from you and Clint, nobody truly knew Natasha Romanoff. She’d spent her entire life beneath the thumb of power hungry generals, and when she’d gotten a taste of freedom and self identification, she’d conformed to be the woman that everyone else wanted her to be.

Some days however, you saw someone entirely different beneath her eyes that still held specks of gold when the sun fell upon her the right way. You saw a woman that was confident albeit flawed, painfully witty although reserved enough to hide within the walls when she didn’t want to be seen fully. But sometimes when you looked at her, you saw a woman yearning to love in the fullest sense of the word, and that broke your heart the most. She had never been shown unconditional love, never been held softly yet tightly, never been allowed to love back. Natasha Romanoff had been taught that love was the greatest weakness any woman could surrender herself to, and yet she was finally at a point where she wanted to experience the tragedy of loving something temporary. Death was unavoidable, she’d learned that young, but love transpired through isolation even if it never felt entirely complete again. For the first time since you’d met Natasha, she wasn’t scared to submit herself to the experience of loving someone to a fault, even though it meant she could very well lose it all tomorrow. Even if it didn’t seem like it to others, you noticed the subtle ways that she made progress as the years progressed, and each time you looked at her and saw a willingness to explore emotions rather than suppress them, you wanted nothing more than to squeeze her tight and be the one to teach her how to love.

“Hi.” Your voice was soft, delicate as it filled the otherwise silent kitchen. You’d heard her sneak up behind you minutes ago, but only now did it feel like the right time to greet her. She was close, but too far, pressed against the island in the middle of the kitchen whilst you stood beside the sink, hands full of strawberries that Tony had asked you to turn into something delicious. You’d rolled your eyes at the billionaire who had made a habit of soliciting you for pastries, but here you found yourself in the kitchen anyways, trading hours of sleep for muffins that would be gone by the early afternoon. “Wanna help me?” You laid the freshly washed strawberries on a clean kitchen rag, falling into the process of patting them dry without much thought or intention. All of this came so naturally now; she came so naturally now.

“I, um, I could actually just go for a hug. If it’s not too much trouble for the busy, Chef.” Her voice was hoarse, scratchy and thick as it fell onto your ears. Without the running tap, you could hear the quiet hitch in her breathing, wheezing exhales falling out into the space between your warm and yearning bodies. Your eyebrows furrowed, hands abandoning the strawberries in an instance. In all the years that you had known Natasha Romanoff, in all the years that you had seen her in the aftermath of a nightmare, she had never asked for a hug. You could count on one hand the amount of times you’d ever hugged her, and they’d all been for your own selfish reasons. You spun around to face her, palms dragging across your pajama bottoms and riding the water that clung to your palms so you could embrace her fully.

You hadn’t spared her a single glance when she’d first entered, wanting to give her the chance and time to make herself known by her own judgment and comfortability, but now that your eyes traced the delicate shadows across her face, you could make out the unbridled tears brimming in her eyes. She was ghastly pale, a fitful sleep indicative by the deep bruising beneath her eyes. You’d never seen her so distressed, but for a single second you thought about how she’d chosen to seek you out instead of trailing down to the gym and bullying a punching bag like she’d gotten into the routine of doing.

“Can I touch you?” You asked carefully, not wanting to make any sudden movements and spook her back into her shell of isolation. This was progress, and selfishly you wanted any excuse to pull her in close and hold her tight. When she nodded, a weak and fragile incline of her head, you closed the gap between your bodies and melted into her chest. She held you protectively, like she’d needed to feel you to ensure that you were safe and real. A single hand reached up to cradle the back of your head, and her lips found a home on the crown of your head as she inhaled your scent deeply. “You know you can always ask for hugs. Not just because you had a nightmare, but whenever. I mean that.”

Natasha cleared her throat, though she simultaneously tightened her grip around your waist as if whatever she wanted to say would be enough to make you either run away or disappear entirely. You didn’t comment on it, letting her have the time she needed to get her thoughts in order. You grabbed onto her sleep shirt, tight fists bunching up the material and holding it possessively. Natasha felt the motions, felt the way the cotton shirt hugged her belly tighter now that most of the slack was taken up by your grip, and you smiled softly against her chest when you felt her breath out evenly. “Today’s the day we left Ohio.” She started, and immediately your head shot up to search her blue eyes. You’d heard little about Ohio, even littler about the little blonde haired sidekick Natasha found herself protecting for three years, but you knew that what had happened had ruined her. You knew that something as little as moving away was never as simple as it sounded for her. “It was spring break. I left without being able to tell anyone I wouldn’t be coming back. They- They ripped Yelena out of my arms. I– I will always come back for you. You’re the first place that has ever felt like home outside of Ohio. I just– I needed to tell you that I’ll always come back to you.”

“I will always come back for you.” You meant every word that you said, but you could see a cloud of disbelief hanging over Natasha’s gaze as she let your eyes meet again. There was something different about ehr now, something softer and smaller than you’d ever seen. It wasn’t unpleasant, but you couldn’t bear the thought of her so distraught, you especially couldn’t bear the thought of what she had looked like at only eleven. She’d been so young and the world had been so cruel, you just wanted her to know that she was loved, and she was cherished now. She wasn’t just another soldier anymore. “Nat, can I kiss you?”

She froze for a minute, arms slackening around your waist as she stared deep into your eyes, an onset of fresh tears threatening to fall from her own, but before you could withdraw your question, before you could backtrack and excuse your vulnerability as simply being exhaustion, she was pulling you impossibly close, settling both of her hands on your cheeks as she cupped your face and settled her forehead against yours. Her touch was familiar and foreign at the same time, a coming of age to all the daydreams you’d fallen into with her at the center of them all. You’d thought about this moment for months, thought about how her calloused palms would feel against every inch of your skin, her she was always cold but not uncomfortably so. Now, beneath the kitchen lights and her greenish-gold gaze, you realized that you’ve wanted her since the very first moment you met her. “I thought you’d never ask.” Her lips, still impressionable with sadness, curled upward into a smirk, but you didn’t waste a second to kiss it away and show her the truth about love and connection.

Natasha Romanoff had kissed more people then she could keep track of, but never had any of those intimate encounters come voluntarily. For so many years her life had been a means to the mission, but she was free now. Finally, she was entirely free. In so many ways, more than you could even contemplate, you were her first, and desperately you hoped that you would each be each other's last.

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themultitaskingposer · 2 months

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Y/n: Guys, I need help

Tony: Financial help?

Bruce: Emotional help?

Steve: Physical help?

Clint: Family help?

Thor: Magical help?

Natasha: Help moving a body?

*everybody stares at Natasha*

Natasha: ...What?

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ageofevermore · 10 months

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MIDNIGHTS

SUMMARY — just after midnight, when the world fades away, it’s just you and natasha that remain. or, in other words, you can hear it in the silence, you can feel it on the way home, you can see it with the lights out. you are in love.

WARNINGS — mentions of canon aou events, mentions of wanda basically being your child, tooth rooting fluff that should be illegal. the main thing is just nats memories of the red room but it’s very brief

Her lips are softest in the space just after midnight, after the day has exhausted her muscles and softened her walls, and all that remains is the truest reflection of the woman you love. Her skin shimmers in the orange hue of your bedroom, almost like she’s straight out of twilight and hiding something supernatural from the world. Beads of water drip down her back, creating a patch of wetness on the t-shirt she’s clad in. She’ll change again before she buries herself in the covers beside you, but for now, reminisce of her shower are visible on her body. She doesn’t leave physical evidence of life on her person for others to see. Never a stain on her top from a mishap in the kitchen, or a tear in the seam of a t-shirt that got snagged by the washing machine you’ve been meaning to replace. Outside of this space, outside of you, she is entirely picture perfect. You hate to say you’re keen on keeping this part of her to yourself, the human part, the gentle part. The world has hurt her and done her wrong so many times, and yet she still lets you see the vulnerability that isn’t quite faded as much as she likes to preach.

You’ve been in bed for a few hours, nuzzled into the headboard with the heavy covers over your thighs, reading yet another book that Wanda recommended. Your fingers trace the raised mark on the back cover. Months ago, you’d bought the redheaded witch her own embosser, and she’d happily sat with you for hours as she talked about her favorites and her least favorites, and stamped every single one with pride she tried to hide and push down. Although the young Avenger never complained, she was like your Natasha in a way, and having something of her very own after having to share and scour for scrapes for so long was the very least of what she was entitled too. You’d give her the world if she let you, but she was still new to this, new to freedom, and just like Natasha, she needed time to adapt. She had recommended a romance book weeks ago, left it outside of your bedroom door with a dainty ribbon tied around it and a new fountain pen for you to scribble notes in the margins with, but with reports to complete and clinical trials to run, you were only getting around to it now, and you clung to every word you read wishing you had gotten to do this sooner. To have this time to yourself to be just, Y/N.

The light flickered on in your closet, dismantling the orange glow of your reading lamp. The change in brightness burnt for seconds that felt like minutes, but you adjusted before Natasha even had the time to speak an apology into the space. These moments between you both were quiet, but thick. You’d crossed paths after she defected, and had spent the last how ever many years curating a relationship that didn’t need spoken words to survive. When she moved one way you moved the other, it was just in the way you loved each other. You could read her as easily as you read the book in your hands, and it was a privilege you recognized and didn’t take for granted. The first few months of Natasha being at Shield were rough. She was sharp on her corners and transparent in her own body, and one too many times she had snapped on you for trying to help, but you did wear her down eventually. It wasn’t your looks that did that either, although Natasha claimed on many drunken nights that you were the spitting image of an angel on earth, but rather your patience and your repetition in guiding her to trust her gut and the feelings she was taught were weakness. The anger she’d thought she’d felt in the pit of her belly for months when in your presence, had turned out to be fear. Fear of loving you, of letting herself be human, of becoming more than just an assassin or a follower. You would never take for granted where you are now, because just thinking about how things had started provoked a sickness to gather in the back of your throat. You didn’t hate very many things, too soft-hearted and genuine to believe that people could be inherently bad, but god did you hate what had happened to her and the people who had a hand in breaking her down. But, you used that hatred to fill her with love, to show her a side of people she didn’t think actually existed outside of fairy tales.

The closet light switched off after a few silent minutes, and when Natasha re-emerged, she was fully dry and dressed in your old college t-shirt and boxers that you had ordered for her a few nights before. Still, she didn’t like to buy things for herself, no doubt a deeply embedded trauma response and conflicting feelings of whether she deserved the full human experience, but you had no problem supporting her needs, until you got her through it. You had no doubts that one day, she’d buy a new pack of boxers for herself when she needed them, or even something entirely ‘useless’ like house slippers or a plant pot. Something just for her to enjoy because she deserved that. It would be little steps to you, but monumental leaps to her, and you eagerly awaited those days.

The bed sank with her weight as she climbed in, shuffling impossibly close and resting her head on your midsection. Her hair was still damp, and would leave a patch of moisture on your top when she inevitably rolled away to a comfortable sleeping position, but you didn’t mind. You craved feelings of her left on your body, knowing she had been there and she was yours and she was safe. She smelt of your body wash, a sign that hers had run out, and your heart warmed. You’d share everything with her for the rest of your life if you could.

“Wanda recommend another book?” She yawned, sleep heavy in her voice. Her arm that wasn't pinned to your side wrapped around your middle, and cold fingers snuck beneath your shirt and traced patterns into your skin. You hummed, taking one hand off the paperback book in favor of running your fingers through her hair. “She’s read all the ones in her library by now.”

The first thing Wanda had ever owned was the complete set of Harry Potter, a gift from you after her first week in the compound. Losing a family member wasn’t easy, losing your brother and moving in with strangers you fought against was even harder. She needed a distraction, and books had always been your preferred method. Something so intoxicating about falling into a world that wasn’t anything like yours, and letting any problems or stress fade away into background noise for a few hours. Wanda had loved Harry Potter, especially seeing as she had her own magic, and for a few weeks she’d cheekily repeat spells she’d read and twist scarlet wiggly-woos around in the air. Seeing how easily she relaxed when she was talking about a reality outside of the one she was stuck in was the only encouragement you needed to buy her more. Natasha suggested a few books too, though she’d asked you not to tell Wanda that. Her walls were high around the newbie, but there was no lack of love and understanding. To Wanda, trading books was your own little thing, but Natasha’s fingerprints were pressed into the spine of the hobby endearingly.

“Last I heard she ordered a new one was a few weeks ago, so she’s definitely finished it by now. We should get her more, Steve said she’s been excelling in training when I saw him last.” In the first few months of adjusting, encouragement was essentially gold, and showering Wanda in it felt like something you were meant to do. Natasha’s lips twitched, and she turned her nose into your side and nuzzled you sweetly.

“We don’t need a reason to get her new books, but I’m sure she’d appreciate a reminder that she’s doing well.” She taunted easily, loving the way that you cared for Wanda like she was your own. Admittedly, she had been apprehensive about the witch in the first few days of her being at the compound, rightfully so after being hurdled into memories of the red room and all the red in her ledger she was trying to wipe out, but you’d never harbored any negative feelings. You’d always just seen the broken little girl beneath a sharp exterior desperate to curate her own path and do good. The two of you weren’t sure if you’d ever expand your family, entirely content with it just being the two of you for right now, but Natasha would be a liar if she said it didn’t make her heart feel like liquid seeing how much you cared about the teenager.

“When are you going to tell her that yourself?” You questioned, deciding that you’d pick up the reading another time, and setting the book on your nightstand in favor of providing your girlfriend with your full attention. You hadn’t seen much of her in recent days, no thanks to her mission debriefs and training sessions as well as your own hectic schedule that just seemed to keep getting busier. “She looks up to you, Nat.”

Battling with the words she wanted to say, and trying to understand the feelings she’d not given much thought, there was an easy beat of silence before Natasha answered. “I know she saw some of what I did that night. Of the red room I mean. When we assessed her capabilities, it was something she mentioned briefly; that she could go into people's minds with them. I’m not– or I wasn’t somebody to look up to then. I see how much she clings to what I tell her, and… I want it to be right. I don’t want to say something half-assed when it means so much. To both of us. I see so much of myself in her from when I defected. What Clint said when he brought me in, it was perfect. She deserves the same.”

“When you’re ready, and you’ve figured out how to say it, it’s going to mean so much to her. I see a lot of her in your, not just from when you defected, but you’ve both got these iron walls built up. I think it would do both of you some good if you let each other in. She’s a sweet kid, Nat, and you don’t give yourself enough credit for how much impact your words have, anything you say will be perfect.” A lingering kiss was pressed into the crown of her head, and the arm around your middle tightened impossibly before it relaxed and she rolled away completely.

Voice thick with emotion she didn’t have the energy to confront, a gentle hint of Russian painted her words like it did most nights. Midnights were your favorite. Midnights were the only time when she let herself be the bruised Russian she hid away in the darkness and nothing more. “Can we lay down now? I just want to hold you and not think about how I have to train with Clint tomorrow morning.”

A breathy laugh shook your ribcage, “I’ll have to stop by at some point. Hopefully he doesn’t end up in a headlock again. Laura wasn’t too happy about that last time.”

Natasha grumbled lowly, pulling you down on the bed and into her arms just after you turned the reading lamp off, intending on wasting no more time than what had already slipped by. The hours the both of you were able to sleep were decreasing the longer you sat talking. “He shouldn’t have shot me with his stupid suction cup arrow then.”

“You had a red mark on your chest for hours.” You remembered fondly, pressing the tip of your nose into her. The curve in the bridge of your nose fits perfectly in hers, like a puzzle with only two pieces. Her lips puckered to peck yours before they relaxed, just resting easily against yours, and the remnants of her favorite chapstick was smooth between you. “It’ll be my turn to yell at him if he marks you up again. I should be the only one doing that.”

Despite her amusement, sleep was beginning to pull Natasha away from you. “Less talking, more sleeping.” She demanded, words only getting thicker with hints of russian as she let herself go and truly escaped everything that she’d done in the day.

“Goodnight, Natalia.” You pecked her lips with a purpose before you shuffled around and twisted so your back was flush against her chest, melting into her arms as they wrapped around you protectively. Over a decade out of the red room and she was still terrified of somebody taking you away from her in her most vulnerable moments, but it wasn’t something you’d ever complain about, feeling safe in her strong grip.

“Goodnight, дорогой.”

And within seconds, the both of you were asleep.

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alotofpockets · 2 years

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Put the knife down | Natasha Romanoff

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x Reader

Prompt: “Put the knife down, I’m not going to hurt you.”

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Nightmares about being kidnapped have been keeping you up all night. Each time you managed to fall back asleep, you were thrown right back into another nightmare of being kidnapped. Never did you see the person kidnapping you. Never the same place you got kidnapped at. Never were you held at the same location.

Being one of the Avengers, the likelihood of getting kidnapped was a way higher probability than before when your hadn’t joined the team yet. Maybe that was messing with your head. After two hours of lying in bed staring at your ceiling, you've had enough. You get out of bed and head to the compound kitchen, maybe a midnight snack would do you some good.

You wanted to make something simple, so you decide on some easy nachos. You get the chips ready on a plate and get some cheese out of the fridge. When you put the cheese down on the counter you hear footsteps coming from behind you. Grabbing the nearest object that you could use as a weapon, you turn around. You were going to put up a fight and not just get kidnapped without doing a thing, like in your nightmares.

There was only a dim light in the kitchen, making it so you couldn't see the intruders face. Just like in your nightmares you didn’t know who was coming for you, making you fear more and more that your nightmares were some kind of warning for what was going to happen in real life.

"Get out of my kitchen, I have a knife!" You say raising your voice. The next words spoken were by the intruder, “Put the knife down, y/n, I’m not going to hurt you.” It took you a moment to realize that you knew this voice. "Nat?" You ask with a shaky voice.

"Yes, y/n, it's me. It's Natasha. Nothing is going to happen, you're safe." She says after hearing how scared you sound. She knew that feeling all too well. Natasha had her own nightmares, usually about her past and you had been her for her during and after many of them. Now it was her turn to be there for you.

She turns on a light before moving towards you and taking the knife from your hand. After putting it down on the counter she pulls you in for a hug. "Come here, I've got you." She says while slowly moving her hand in soothing circles on your back.

When Natasha realized you weren't going to let her go she asked if you wanted to stay in her room for the night. You said yes, because you felt saver in her arms.

With one arm still protectively around you, she poured some of the cheese over the chips and warmed it up to melt the cheese. When your midnight snack was ready Natasha took it with you to her room.

You both sat in her bed snacking on the nachos while you talked to Natasha about your nightmares. "I will always protect you." And "If it ever happened I would find you." Were things Natasha comforted you with, but what brought you the most comfort was the fact that she was holding your hand the whole time.

When you started feeling tired again you laid down under her covers. Natasha put the plate on her nightstand and turned off the light before joining you. You turned to your side and laid your head down on her chest. Her arm wrapped around you again while she let you get comfortable. Not soon after you fell asleep to the steady rhythm of her heartbeat.

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peavhyshy · 11 months

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- 𝗣𝗔𝗥𝗧 I (𝗛𝗢𝗪 𝗧𝗢 𝗟𝗢𝗦𝗘 𝗔 𝗚𝗜𝗥𝗟 𝗜𝗡 𝗧𝗘𝗡 𝗗𝗔𝗬𝗦)

Pairing : Natasha Romanoff x Reader

Summary: in which you write an article on how to lose someone in ten days to prove to your best friend it's not about looks but about how you act in a relationship.

Warning: n/a

Words: 2,514

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𝗣𝗔𝗥𝗧 I

❝You seriously think you can get a girl to fall in love with you in just ten days❞

𝗬𝗢𝗨 𝗦𝗜𝗚𝗛𝗘𝗗 𝗔𝗦 𝗦𝗛𝗘 𝗧𝗬𝗣𝗘𝗗 𝗢𝗨𝗧 𝗔𝗡𝗢𝗧𝗛𝗘𝗥 𝗠𝗨𝗡𝗗𝗔𝗡𝗘 𝗔𝗥𝗧𝗜𝗖𝗟𝗘 𝗢𝗡 𝗬𝗢𝗨𝗥 𝗖𝗢𝗠𝗣𝗨𝗧𝗘𝗥 𝗙𝗘𝗘𝗟𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗪𝗘𝗜𝗚𝗛𝗧 𝗢𝗙 𝗕𝗢𝗥𝗘𝗗𝗢𝗠 𝗣𝗥𝗘𝗦𝗦𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗗𝗢𝗪𝗡 𝗢𝗡 𝗬𝗢𝗨. You longed for a chance to write about more serious subjects, something that could truly make a difference. Just as you thought you were about to lose your mind in thinking of what your career could be, you noticed your best friend Wanda approaching her cubicle.

Wanda’s red eyes and tear stained cheeks made your heart ache. ‘’Y/N just can’t find the right guy.’ Wanda choked out, trying to hold back her tears. ‘’I mean, is there something wrong with me? Am I just not attractive enough?’

You reached out, placing a comforting hand on Wanda’s shoulder. ‘’Girl, you’re gorgeous, any guy with a brain would be lucky to have you. It’s about how you’re always depending on these guys for your happiness and acting a bit… you know needy,’’ You said softly, trying to offer some insight.

Wanda sniffled, dabbing at her green eyes with a tissue you have given her. ‘’Huh, I never thought about it like that.’’

Inspired by Wanda’s situation, You decided to write an article to help Wanda but also to challenge yourself as a writer. ‘’Hey, I’ve got an idea. What If I write an article on how to lose someone in ten days by, like, imitating your behaviors? That way, I can show you it’s not about looks but about how we act in relationships.’’

𝗡𝗔𝗧𝗔𝗦𝗛𝗔 𝗥𝗢𝗠𝗔𝗡𝗢𝗙𝗙 𝗟𝗘𝗔𝗡𝗘𝗗 𝗕𝗔𝗖𝗞 𝗜𝗡 𝗛𝗘𝗥 𝗖𝗛𝗔𝗜𝗥, 𝗔 𝗖𝗢𝗡𝗙𝗜𝗗𝗘𝗡𝗧 𝗦𝗠𝗜𝗟𝗘 𝗣𝗟𝗔𝗬𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗢𝗡 𝗛𝗘𝗥 𝗟𝗜𝗣𝗦. Her boss, David, a middle-aged man with graying hair, raised an eye at her proposal.

‘’You seriously think you can get a girl to fall in love with you in just ten days?’’ he asked skeptically.

Natasha nodded, her green eyes sparkling with determination. ‘’I know I can. And when I do, I want to lead on our next big advertising campaign.’’

Her boss chuckled, shaking his head in disbelief. ‘’Alright, Romanoff. You’ve got yourself a bet. But remember, the company ball is in ten days, so you better work fast.’’

Natasha grinned, feeling a bit of thrill at the challenge.

𝗬𝗢𝗨, 𝗙𝗘𝗘𝗟𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗔 𝗟𝗜𝗧𝗧𝗟𝗘 𝗘𝗫𝗖𝗜𝗧𝗘𝗠𝗘𝗡𝗧 𝗙𝗢𝗥 𝗬𝗢𝗨𝗥 𝗡𝗘𝗪 𝗔𝗥𝗧𝗜𝗖𝗟𝗘 𝗜𝗗𝗘𝗔, 𝗬𝗢𝗨 𝗗𝗘𝗖𝗜𝗗𝗘𝗗 𝗧𝗢 𝗣𝗜𝗧𝗖𝗛 𝗜𝗧 𝗧𝗢 𝗬𝗢𝗨𝗥 𝗕𝗢𝗦𝗦. You walked the hallway to your boss’s office, your heart pounding with anticipation. As you walked into the office your boss, an older woman with a stern expression, looked up from her computer. ‘’Y/N, what can I do for you?’’ she asked, her voice firm but polite.

You swallowed nervously before speaking up. ‘’I have an idea for an article I’d really like to write. It’s a bit different from my usual ‘how-to’ pieces’ pieces, but I think it could be important and engaging for our readers.’’

Your boss Pepper raised an eyebrow, clearly intrigued. ‘’Go on.’’

‘’Well, the article would be about how to lose someone in ten days by imitating certain behaviors,’’ You explained, your voice gaining confidence. ‘’I want to show that it’s not about how a women looks but how we act in relationships.’’

Pepper leaned back in her chair considering your proposal, after a moment, she nodded. ‘’Y/N, I like the idea. It’s refreshing and could be a nice change of pace for our magazine. Go ahead and start working on it. I’m looking forward to reading the final piece.’’

You beamed, thrilled that your boss was on board with your idea. ‘’Thank you so much! I won’t let you down.’’

As you left the office, you felt more motivated than ever to write your article.

𝗬𝗢𝗨 𝗞𝗡𝗘𝗪 𝗧𝗛𝗔𝗧 𝗜𝗡 𝗢𝗥𝗗𝗘𝗥 𝗧𝗢 𝗠𝗔𝗞𝗘 𝗬𝗢𝗨𝗥 𝗔𝗥𝗧𝗜𝗖𝗟𝗘 𝗔𝗨𝗧𝗛𝗘𝗡𝗧𝗜𝗖, 𝗬𝗢𝗨 𝗡𝗘𝗘𝗗𝗘𝗗 𝗜𝗡𝗙𝗢𝗥𝗠𝗔𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡 𝗥𝗜𝗚𝗛𝗧 𝗙𝗥𝗢𝗠 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗦𝗢𝗨𝗥𝗖𝗘, 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗦𝗢𝗨𝗥𝗖𝗘 𝗕𝗘𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗪𝗔𝗡𝗗𝗔 𝗢𝗙 𝗖𝗢𝗨𝗥𝗦𝗘. You decided to sit down with Wanda at her apartment with some coffee to discuss Wanda’s relationship patterns hoping to come up with the ten steps that could lead to a breakup.

‘’Wanda, I need your help. I want to identify ten behaviors that you think would make someone break up with you. Can you tell me how you’ve acted in your past relationships?’’

Wanda sighed, stirring her coffee thoughtfully. ‘’Well, I guess I’ve been pretty clingy. I always want to be with my partner, like, all the time.’’

‘’Okay,’’ You said, jotting down a note. ‘’That could be Step !: Be overly clingy.’’

Wanda nodded, then continued. ‘’I also get really jealous. I question them about every person they talk to, and I get upset if they want to spend time with their friends.’’

You scribbled more notes. ‘’Step 2: Show excessive jealousy.’’

As you two continued to your conversation you guys made more steps:

Be overly clingy.

Show excessive Jealousy.

Constantly seek validation and reassurance.

Be overly possessive of their time and attention.

Make your partner feel guilty for wanting space.

Ignore your partner’s interests and focus solely on your own.

Be overly critical of your partner’s actions and choices.

Overreact to small issues and turn them into major arguments.

Expect your partner to solve all of your emotional problems. a

Constantly bring up past mistakes, even if they’ve been resolved.

𝗬𝗢𝗨, 𝗪𝗔𝗡𝗗𝗔, 𝗔𝗡𝗗 𝗬𝗢𝗨𝗥 𝗢𝗧𝗛𝗘𝗥 𝗕𝗘𝗦𝗧 𝗙𝗥𝗜𝗘𝗡𝗗 𝗖𝗔𝗥𝗢𝗟 𝗪𝗔𝗟𝗞𝗘𝗗 𝗜𝗡𝗧𝗢 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗗𝗜𝗠𝗟𝗬 𝗟𝗜𝗧 𝗕𝗔𝗥, 𝗥𝗘𝗔𝗗𝗬 𝗙𝗢𝗥 𝗔 𝗡𝗜𝗚𝗛𝗧 𝗢𝗨𝗧 𝗧𝗢 𝗨𝗡𝗪𝗜𝗡𝗗. The bar atmosphere was lively, and the sound of laughter and clinking glasses filled the air. You found a table near the back and settled down, ordering drinks.

Across the bar, Natasha sat with her coworkers Clint, Maria, and her boss David, discussing her bet and scanning the bar for a suitable candidate. Clint’s eyes landed on you, who was animatedly chatting with your friends. ‘’How about her?’’ he suggested, nodding in your direction.

Natasha followed her gaze and studied you for a moment. You seemed interesting and confident, and Natasha felt a spark of curiosity. ‘’She could be the one,’’ Natasha agreed, taking a sip of her drink. ‘’I’ll make my move.’’

David leaned back in his chair, smirking. ‘’Good luck, Romanoff. Remember, you only have ten days.’’

Natasha nodded and stood up, smoothing her clothes and taking a breath to steady her nerves. As she approached the table she couldn’t help but notice the warm friendship between the three girls.

‘’Hi,’’ Natasha said, flashing a charming smile at you. ‘’I’m Natasha. Mind if I join you?’’

You looked up, your eyes meeting Natasha’s, and you felt a flutter of surprise at the sudden introduction. ‘’Uh, sure. I’m Y/N, and these are my friends Wanda and Carol.’’

As Natasha settled into her seat, you were the first one to break the ice. ‘’So, Natasha, what brings you the bar tonight?’’

Natasha smiled, her eyes twinkling with amusement. ‘’Well, my coworkers and I were just unwinding after a long day at the office. How about you?’’

Carol chimed in, taking a sip of her drink. ‘’We’re doing the same, just trying to relax a bit. What do you work in?’’

Natasha hesitated for a moment. ‘’I work in advertising. It’s pretty exciting most of the time, bur it can be stressful too.’’

Wanda nodded understandingly. ‘’I can imagine. Y/N, Carol, and I both work at an magazine, so we know a thing or two about stress.’’

At one point, Carol brought a recent article you had written. ‘’Y/N’s last piece on the best local coffee shops was fantastic. You should give it a read, Natasha. She’s a talented writer.’’

Natasha smiled, faking interest. ‘’I’ll definitely look it up. I’m always on the hunt for a good coffee shop.’’

As the night went on, you guys had a good time laughing, sharing stories, and enjoying a few too many drinks. You felt the effects of too many drinks and began to sway unsteadily on your feet.

Natasha, noticing your condition, decided to step in and help. ‘’Hey, Y/N, you look like you might need a hand. Let me walk you to your car.’’

You were ever so grateful for the assistance leaned on Natasha as you made your way out of the bar. ‘’Thanks, Natasha.’’

‘’Don’t mention it,’’ Natasha replied, her voice warm and friendly. ‘’We all have those nights.’’

As you guys reached your car, Natasha helped you into the passenger seat, making sure you were comfortable before closing the door. Natasha scribbled her number on a piece of paper and handed it to you. ‘’I had a really great time tonight. If you’re ever up for it, maybe we could go on a proper date sometime.’’

Your checks flush as you take the paper with a smile. ‘’I’d like that, Natasha. I had a great time too.’’

With a final wave, Natasha closed the door and watched as you called a rideshare to take you home safely.

𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗡𝗘𝗫𝗧 𝗗𝗔𝗬 𝗔𝗧 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗠𝗔𝗚𝗔𝗭𝗜𝗡𝗘 𝗢𝗙𝗙𝗜𝗖𝗘, 𝗬𝗢𝗨𝗥 𝗕𝗢𝗦𝗦, 𝗣𝗘𝗣𝗣𝗘𝗥 𝗣𝗢𝗧𝗧𝗦, 𝗚𝗔𝗧𝗛𝗘𝗥𝗘𝗗 𝗔𝗟𝗟 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗘𝗠𝗣𝗟𝗢𝗬𝗘𝗘𝗦 𝗙𝗢𝗥 𝗔 𝗪𝗢𝗥𝗞𝗦𝗛𝗢𝗣 𝗧𝗢 𝗗𝗜𝗦𝗖𝗨𝗦𝗦 𝗧𝗛𝗘𝗜𝗥 𝗨𝗣𝗖𝗢𝗠𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗔𝗥𝗧𝗜𝗖𝗟𝗘𝗦. The room was buzzing with energy as everyone was prepared to share their ideas.

Pepper started the workshop, her voice confident and authoritative. ‘’Alright, everyone, let’s get started, I want to hear about the articles you’re working on and get a sense of how things are going, Who wants to go first?’’

Jane Foster, a science writer, eagerly raised her hand. ‘’I’m working on an article about sustainable energy solutions for the future. I think it’s going to be really informative and eye-opening.’’

As each employee shared their ideas, the atmosphere in the room became more open and calm. Shuri starts to speak animatedly. ‘’My article is about the intersection of technology and fashion. I’ve been exploring some cutting-edge designs that incorporate smart fabric and wearable tech. It’s fascinating!’’

Darcy says with a grin on her face. ‘’I’m working on a piece about the most bizarre scientific discoveries of the year. Did you know that scientists recently found a species of fish that can walk on land.

‘’No way! That’s insane, Darcy. Can’t wait to read it.’’ Carol says, smiling at Darcy.

‘’That sounds amazing, Darcy. It’s such a amazing topic and to think I’m boring you guys with my ‘how-to’ articles.’’ You say, impressed.

Finally, it’s Wanda’s turn to speak. She hesitated for a moment, her eyes filling with tears as she began to talk about her article on navigating heartbreak and healing after a breakup. ‘’I’m writing about… how to heal after a breakup,’’ Wanda’s voice broke, and she wiped away a tear. ‘’It’s something I’ve been going through a lot of recently, and I think sharing my experience could help others.’’

The room went silent, and Carol reached out to place a comforting hand on Wanda's shoulder. ‘’I’m sorry, Wanda. We’re all here for you.’’

You chimed in, your voice supportive. ‘’Your article is going to help a lot of people, Wanda. You’re doing something really brave by sharing your story. And that’s why I’m writing my how to lose somebody in ten days article’’

Wanda nodded grateful for the support of her friends and co-workers, Pepper spoke up, ‘’Thank you for sharing, Wanda. It’s important for us to cover a wide range of topics, and your honesty will resonate with our readers.’’

Everyone shared their ideas and got feedback and the workshop actually proved to be productive.

𝗡𝗔𝗧𝗔𝗦𝗛𝗔 𝗦𝗔𝗧 𝗕𝗔𝗖𝗞 𝗜𝗡 𝗛𝗘𝗥 𝗖𝗛𝗔𝗜𝗥, 𝗛𝗘𝗥 𝗢𝗙𝗙𝗜𝗖𝗘 𝗗𝗢𝗢𝗥 𝗦𝗟𝗜𝗚𝗛𝗧𝗟𝗬 𝗔𝗝𝗔𝗥 𝗔𝗦 𝗖𝗟𝗜𝗡𝗧 𝗟𝗘𝗔𝗡𝗘𝗗 𝗔𝗚𝗔𝗜𝗡𝗦𝗧 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗗𝗢𝗢𝗥𝗪𝗔𝗬, 𝗕𝗢𝗧𝗛 𝗗𝗘𝗘𝗣 𝗜𝗡 𝗖𝗢𝗡𝗩𝗘𝗥𝗦𝗔𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡.

‘’So, Nat, you’ve got ten days to make someone fall in love with you, and then lose them,’’ Clint said, rubbing his chin thoughtfully. ‘’What’s your plan?’’

Natasha sighed, tapping her prn against the notepad on her desk. ‘’I’ve been thinking about it, and I’ve come up with a few steps that should do the trick.’’

Clint raised an eyebrow, curious. ‘’Alright, let’s hear them.’’

Natasha began listing her ideas.

First, I need to reel them in. Show genuine interest in their life, be charming and attentive.

Next, I’ll start to open up about my own life. Share personal stories to build trust and connection.

Then, I’ll plan a romantic date. Something special and memorable to really solidify the bond.

After that, I’ll start to become a bit needy. Text and call more frequently, maybe even show up unannounced.

For step five, I’ll start to become overly possessive. Question their friendships, demand more of their time.

With step six, I’ll introduce some jealousy. Flirt with someone else in their presence, just enough to make them doubt my loyalty.

Next, I’ll pick fights over trivial things.

For step eight, I’ll become a bit controlling. Start making decisions for them, and criticize their choices.

Then, I’ll drop the bomb. Reveal a secret that could potentially shatter their trust in me

Finally, when they’re at their breaking point, I’ll push them away for good. Make it clear that I’m not the right person for them.

Clint nodded slowly, impressed by Natasha’s thorough plan. ‘’Well, that sounds like a sure way to lose someone. But are you sure you want to go through with this? It seems like an awful lot of emotional manipulation.’’

Natasha hesitated for a moment thinking back to her pleasant encounter with you the other night. ‘’I know it’s not ideal, but I have to win this bet. It’s about more than just pride and getting the next big advertising campaign. It’s about proving that I can succeed at any challenge.’’

𝗔 𝗙𝗘𝗪 𝗗𝗔𝗬𝗦 𝗔𝗙𝗧𝗘𝗥 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗘𝗡𝗖𝗢𝗨𝗡𝗧𝗘𝗥, 𝗡𝗔𝗧𝗔𝗦𝗛𝗔 𝗗𝗘𝗖𝗜𝗗𝗘𝗗 𝗜𝗧 𝗪𝗔𝗦 𝗧𝗜𝗠𝗘 𝗧𝗢 𝗠𝗔𝗞𝗘 𝗛𝗘𝗥 𝗠𝗢𝗩𝗘, 𝗦𝗛𝗘 𝗣𝗜𝗖𝗞𝗘𝗗 𝗨𝗣 𝗛𝗘𝗥 𝗣𝗛𝗢𝗡𝗘 𝗔𝗡𝗗 𝗧𝗘𝗫𝗧𝗘𝗗 𝗬𝗢𝗨.

Natasha: Hey! Y/N It’s Natasha from the other night. I hope you’ve recovered from the other night. I was wondering if you’d like to join me at a boxing match this Friday? I think it could be a fun first date.

You: Hi, Natasha! I’m feeling much better, thanks for asking. A boxing match sounds like a great idea! I’m in!

When Friday arrived, you and Natasha met outside the arena, both excited. As you took your seats you decided it was time to start implementing your plan. You glanced at Natasha, putting your first step into action being overly demanding. ‘’Natasha, I’m really thirsty. Can you go grab me some sparkling water? I don’t want to miss the beginning of the match.’’

Natasha, determined to show her charming and attentive side of her plan, agreed without hesitation. ‘’Of course! I’ll be right back.’’

Natasha returned to the seats just as the match was about to start, a sparkling water in hand. You looked at her apologetically. ‘’Actually, I changed my mind. Can you get me a soda instead?’’

Trying to not show her frustration, Natasha plastered a smile and headed back to the concession stand. Throughout the night, you continued to be demanding, asking Natasha to fetch you snacks and making her miss the crucial moments of the match. Natasha worked hard to be attentive and understanding.

As you left the arena, You smiled, ‘’Thanks for tonight, Natasha. I had a great time, despite my many requests.’’

Natasha smiled and shrugged. ‘’No problem, Y/N. I enjoyed it too.’’

You said your goodbyes and parted ways.

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itsprashimusic · 2 years

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i know i am the least active blong on tumblr rn, but i do have an idea of something i could post. its a nat x avenger!reader.

nat and reader met during her time on the run (civil war). they both were happy with each other but one night the reader ramdomly left in the middle of the night without saying anything and never contacted nat again. she only left a note saying she was sorry and had to leave nat's life.

years later they meet when the reader is married with kids and nat is about to propose to her boyfriend on the same day. they talk about what the reader did and how it in the long run helped them.

what do you think of this idea?

#natasha romanoff x avenger!reader #natasha romanoff x fem!reader #natasha romanoff x reader

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romanoffshouse · 6 months

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[Natasha speaking Russian]

Y/N, sighing: Yeah, I know.

Tony: You speak Russian?

Y/N: No. I just know the phrase, "This is all your fault"

Y/N: She says it a lot.

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waltermis · 2 months

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And yet she's still the one that got screwed over by Marvel 😮‍💨

#natasha romanoff #natasha romanoff x reader #marvel #avengers #mcu #avengers: infinity war #avengers : endgame #black widow #natasha romanov #natasha romonova #natasha x reader #avengers x reader #scarlett johansson x reader #Scarlett johansson

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littleredwolf · 20 days

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Hungry Eyes

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

Summary: The team overhears Nat and Y/N's 'girl talk' through the comms and feelings surface as a result.

Warnings: Suggestive content. Sex references.

Words: 956

A/N: I don't know what this is or where it came from, but if this goes down well I may write up something a little spicy for a part 2 *eyebrow wiggle* PART 2 CAN BE FOUND HERE

“Bucky's done nothing but undress you with his eyes since you walked in,” Natasha's husky voice came over your earpiece and your eyes snapped to the super soldier on the other side of the room, your cheeks reddening to find him already staring in your direction.

You let your gaze casually pass over him, playing the brief moment of eye contact off as a coincidence as you scanned the room for the mission, but your heart was pounding and you were sure he could probably hear it.

“Doubtful,” you scoffed, though you couldn't ignore the tingle that travelled up your spine at the thought of Bucky finding you attractive. You'd had the hots for him for months, but your fear of rejection strongly outweighed your desire to tell him so you'd kept your little secret to yourself…and Nat of course.

“Stop living in denial, anybody with half a brain can see how he practically drools over you every time he sees you,” Nat argued, and you rolled your eyes as you continued to survey the room. “Don’t roll your eyes at me, it’s true.”

“Stop watching me, you know it creeps me out when I can’t see you,” you hissed, eyes roaming the crowd in an attempt to spot the redhead.

“If you could see me, I wouldn’t be very good at my job,” she teased, and you resisted the urge to roll your eyes again.

“Just hurry up and do your job, Romanoff - the quicker we finish and I can get out of this dress the better,” you stated, readjusting the silky garment that Natasha herself had picked out for you. It suited your cover well, but it was a little provocative for your usual tastes.

“I’m sure Barnes would agree with you on that one…”

“As much as I’m enjoying watching Bucky squirm from this conversation, head’s up that this is an open channel,” Sam’s voice cutting in over the comms caused any reply you had prepared for Natasha to die on your tongue, the blood draining from your face as you turned to look at Bucky.

The super soldier was no longer on his mark, but as you searched the crowd you caught a glimpse of him as he was making a swift exit. More than anything you wanted to follow him, to defuse the awkwardness and recover from the embarrassment of him overhearing Nat’s comments, but you stayed rooted to the spot, unable to leave your position.

“Go,” Nat urged, as though sensing your inner turmoil. “Me and Sam have got this.”

A quick look towards Sam confirmed that he agreed, and you wasted no time in hurrying towards the same door Bucky had gone through moments ago.

Surprisingly, he hadn’t gone very far, and you found him leaning against the wall in the foyer. Heat rushed to your cheeks as his eyes landed on you, and you smiled sheepishly as you approached.

“Hey Buck,” you softly said as you reached him. “Sorry about what you heard back there - Nat was just teasing, she didn’t mean any of it.”

“Didn’t she?” He asked, raising a single eyebrow.

“What?” You frowned, unsure how to interpret his response. There was a way you wanted this to go, but you didn’t want to get your wires crossed and make even more of a fool of yourself.

“You said she didn’t mean any of it, but how can you be sure?”

He pushed himself off the wall and fixed you with an intense gaze, making your knees weak and your breath short. You didn’t dare look away - afraid that if you did, this moment would end.

“I-uh…I don’t know what you’re getting at here, Buck…” you stammered, too dumbfounded to form a better response. You were very aware of how close the two of you were and the smell of his cologne and warmth emanating from his body was making your brain short circuit.

“Then let me show you.”

There was no hesitation as he took your face in his hands and pressed his lips to yours, and you melted into him with a whimper. The sound gave him the encouragement he was looking for and he spun you round so that he could press you up against the wall, moaning into your mouth as you raked your hands through his hair.

Everything around you ceased to exist and all sense left you as you gave into your desires, the feeling of Bucky’s hands roaming your body setting your skin on fire. You couldn’t believe this was happening, you’d never even let yourself hope that Bucky might actually feel the same, yet here you were, making out with him while his sizable bulge pressed up against you.

Had Sam not cleared his throat over the comms, you were sure you’d have let the super soldier take you right there and then, regardless of the fact that you were in public and on a mission.

“Channel is still very much open, guys,” he informed, and Bucky’s eyes widened in horror as he pulled away. You giggled and gave him a quick peck on the lips.

“I’m not even sorry,” you told Sam teasingly, straightening up and readjusting your dress. You were aware of Bucky’s eyes on you and you looked up to meet his hungry gaze.

“I can’t wait to get that thing off you when we’re finished here,” he blurted, and you bit your lip as heat flooded your core.

“Then we’d better hurry up and finish,” you replied, taking him by the hand and leading him back to the main room so that you could get the mission, and later on your clothes, out of the way.

PART 2

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incorrectquotesmcu · 19 days

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[Y/N is late]

Natasha: You’re late.

Y/N: You’re pretty.

Natasha: You’re forgiven.

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Y/N: I don’t even flirt that much.

Yelena: Oh really? *stands up* Raise your hands if you think you’re dating Y/N.

Natasha: *raises hand*

Wanda: *raises hand*

Shuri: *raises hand*

Kate: *raises hand*

Yelena, side eyeing violently: Kate Bishop, what was that?

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Natasha: *before a mission* Who’s turn is it to give a pep talk?

Steve: *sighs* Y/N’s…

Y/N: *stands dramatically on the table* All right, people, let’s fuck shit up out there and not die!

Tony: *wipes away a fake tear* So inspirational

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ACCIDENTAL

SUMMARY — after a battle, you begin to wonder if all you’re meant to do is suffer, or if maybe, it was all accidental

AUTHORS NOTE — i forced @cuinaminute229 to give me a prompt (what if i told you none of this, was accidental), and then incorporated a road trip into this so enjoy the mess that it is! i wrote this in a lecture so if there are any minutes, no there aren’t

The lavender haze that settled around the compound brought peace to your mind. The days had only been getting longer since the last alien invasion you’d save New York City from, and despite the medals you’d won and magazine articles describing your heroics and praising you for your bravery, nothing felt lived up to enough to even calm your mind and save you one night of traumatic nightmares that wake you up with panting and cold flashes routinely.

You’d not been affected by a battle like this since Sokovia. Then, for almost an entire year, your nights were plagued with the echoing screams of Wanda calling for her brother. You jumped at every slammed door and couldn’t wash your hands or take a shower without thinking the water you dipped your body in was the blood everyone lost. Fury retired you from combat for seven months, Maria called your personal cell three times a week just to make sure your head was above water at the bare minimum, Natasha didn’t leave your side. For an Avenger, you were entirely human. But for a human, you were entirely too selfless. You were the heart of the team, the one who bore the most emotion, who thought of the innocence lost every time an invasion struck and children lost parents, parents lost kids, and those who were just lucky enough to lose nothing watched as everyone else lost everything. Nobody ever won, and you took it upon yourself to feel that hurt for them, because maybe, if you’d done something differently, if you’d acted quicker, or with more clarity, you might’ve been able to save somebody a funeral, or a house, or a car. Maybe if you’d been different, things wouldn’t be so bad.

Outside of being an Avenger, Natasha Romanoff was many things. She was careful, incredibly so, but even more than that, she was adventurous. After battles like Sokovia or New York, the first thing the Widow made priority of doing was submerge herself in change. When asked, she would never be honest about how much these battles left her wounded inside, but you knew the truth. You knew her like the back of your hand, and you knew the reason she was so eager for something different was because she didn’t want the remnants of who she was before a war suffocating how much she’d changed after it. If it was anything from dying her hair another color or cutting it all off, she was completely erasing who she was before from her appearance. She was all about new beginnings, and with all she’d overcome, you had no qualms about getting used to blonde hair, short hair, red hair, long hair.

This time was different though. Although her hair had been chopped a few nights ago, something in Natasha still craved for a new beginning. Her skin itched with the thought of how many lives had been lost, but mostly, her heart bled watching you suffocate in this city. The both of you needed out for a little, the both of you were so destroyed by selflessness that it left you nothing more than empty shells of lovers. Devoting your life to everyone else left so little time for devoting life for yourself and her, and maybe it was time to reclaim the moments you had left. If being an Avenger had forewarned you of anything, you’d learned how fragile life is.

Natasha left the bedroom hours ago, muttering something beneath her breath in russian. It was endearing, but you were too sedated by sadness to smile the way you would’ve under lighter circumstances. The sunset was lavender around the compound, and something about the gentle purple sky with impulsive strokes of blue and pink painted around the clouds let your mind wander from bloodshed to warmer days. It was the first time in weeks you hadn’t been paralyzed by PTSD.

The hinges on the door creaked as Natasha came back into the bedroom, arms adorned in blankets and snacks. Your eyes creased, watching her silently scramble around the room until she found the two duffle bags that stayed folded in the bottom of your closet until there was a mission that pulled you away for weeks. The white embroidering of ‘Strategic Homeland Intervention Enforcement Logistics Division’ is beginning to fray from the long term heavy duty use, but you have no idea why Natasha would need them now. The both of you had been laid off pending clearance from your appointed trauma counselors. If Fury didn’t play with two things, it was his favorite girls, albeit Maria, but she was usually safer off then you both.

She rustled through your closet and dresser drawers, folding odd articles of clothing and placing them in the duffle bags without consulting you on her motive. When she moved onto her clothes, you saw her brow pinch. She looked over you with flushed cheeks, nodding silently before moving on to grab shoes and chargers and shoving them into the duffles as well.

“You have my favorite hoodie on.” She mumbled neither to you or to herself, just stating what she’d discovered now that she’d finally come out of her head enough to analyze you. The both of you had been on autopilot for weeks, right next to each other but not even in the same room. “Let's go.”

You frowned, hugging the white comforter tighter around you while pulling your knees into your chest in a protective ball. “What?” You cocked your head to the side, a horrible habit that you’d picked up from Wanda after so many nights playing card games and cooking in the Tower. You hadn’t done so much of that since moving into the compound, but things had changed exponentially since then. It seemed one of you was always traumatized.

“We’re going on a road trip. Then Yelena’s picking us up. Melina renovated the cabin. We’re getting out of here.” Natasha didn’t give you any room to pose an argument. Her words were clear, and the direct edge to her words meant she wasn’t about to let you object. Just like you knew her, she knew you. Maybe you weren’t as inherently outgoing as she was, but you were always down to tag along.

“We can’t just leave.” You rebutted, grabbing her hand overtop of the duffle bag. Her skin was clammy, cold to the touch, trembling with anxiety that would’ve been untraceable had you been anyone else. You read her better than you read a third grade level chapter book.

She cocked an eyebrow, matching your curious head tilt that was meant to be threatening but came off as nothing but almost childish innocence. You could never be threatening to her, despite wielding knives and guns, and being marked with scars from battle where you’ve killed. She could never see you for any of that, just like you could never see her for an assassin. You were just Y/N and Natasha when alone together, and maybe that’s why you worked so well. “Why not?”

“What if-”

“They need us? The world ends? Haven’t we done our part, Y/N? Don’t we deserve a few weeks away from a city that's painted with blood?” Natasha climbed onto the bed, sitting on her knees in front of you. Tears filled your eyes, your heart hammering in your throat, it was like the world faded around you. What if something happened when you were gone? What if somebody needed you? They’d blame you so easily if you weren’t there. All your work in saving the city once would be undone in seconds. How did you get here? In a circumstance that left you paralyzed between choosing yourself and your girlfriend and choosing the lives of innocence?

“What if this is all we’re meant to do, Nat. What if none of this is accidental.”

“We’re meant for more than laying in bed unable to sleep because all we can hear is gunshots, because when we close our eyes all we see is people dying. We’re meant for more than panicking anytime our skin gets wet and thinking its blood, for mentally preparing for an attack anytime we turn a corner, for being scared of the dark in our twenties. We’ve done our part. We’ve made up for all the wrong we’ve been forced to do in life. You have to forgive yourself at some point. The world has forgiven you. I’ve forgiven you. You were never meant to be treated so harshly by the world, this was never meant to be your full purpose.” Natasha reaches out to brush a tear from your cheek, smiling her own watery smile at you as she tries not to cry. She’d never have forgiven herself if it weren’t for you, but she’d go to great lengths to make sure you understood how much nobody blamed you for your past.

“What if i’m not ready to forgive me?” You leaned into Natasha’s hand, grabbing onto her wrist to keep it there, comforted by her skin on yours, despite it being clammy and cold.

Natasha shook her head, tears falling from her eyes despite trying to keep them at bay. “I’ll do it until you’re ready.”

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A miracle | Natasha Romanoff

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x Avenger!Reader

Request: If possible could you do some angst/fluff for Natasha Romanoff x Avenger Wife Reader where reader is pregnant with their first child and when Natasha and the Team has to go on mission reader goes into labor and almost dies from childbirth only to find out their child inherited Readers powers

Word count: 1760

Warnings: r has superpowers, r is pregnant, near death during childbirth (r and baby), emergency c-section, angst with happy ending.

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You were pregnant with your and Natasha’s first child. The two of you were extremely excited to be starting this journey together. You were currently 32 weeks pregnant and had stopped working. Of course, usually you get maternity leave when you’re 36 weeks pregnant but seeing as you’re a part of the Avengers, the team made sure that you were out of harm’s way as soon as possible. If it was up to your best friend Wanda she’d have had you sit out training and intel missions way sooner, but you convinced her 30 weeks was early enough.

Natasha has been great during the pregnancy. She’s always been amazing, but she really stepped up to help you with everything you needed, from food cravings to your chores around the compound. When Natasha was away on missions you relied on Wanda to do these things for you. Which Wanda happily did, she was like your sister. You grew up with her and Pietro back at Hydra where you got your powers, similar to Pietro you got superhuman speed and everything that came with it. At Hydra they had wanted to test out if the powers would work differently on the male and female body, turned out there were no differences.

The last two days Natasha had been away on an intel mission, nothing too major, just following people around seeing where they keep their data. You’re watching a movie on the couch with Wanda when a sharp pain in your stomach makes you scream out. Wanda is immediately by your side as well as Pietro who runs in a couple second later after hearing the scream. “What’s wrong?” They ask simultaneously. “I don’t know but it hurts.” You cry out.

“I’ll call Dr. Cho to get her to the infirmary, Pietro can you get y/n there?” Wanda says already dialing Dr. Cho’s number. Pietro nods and picks you up gently, trying his best to not cause you more pain. Once he has a good hold on you he sprints off. In the infirmary he places you gently on the bed. Your hands instantly grip the railing of the bed screaming out in pain again.

Dr. Cho comes rushing in the room with Wanda right behind her. She puts all kinds of monitors on you and around your stomach for the baby to figure out what is happening. The machines start beeping like crazy when another pain wave hits. Dr. Cho tries to read them, but the numbers change too quickly. You reach your hand out to Wanda, “Nat. I need Nat.” Tears running down your face as the pain hasn’t gone down one bit. “I’m on it.” She says giving your hand a quick squeeze.

Walking out the room Wanda dials Nat’s number. Natasha picks up the phone, “This better be urgent, I’m kind of busy here Maximoff.” After Natasha finishes her sentence she hears Wanda sniff on the other side of the line. Instantly she drops her annoyance and gets worried. “Nat, you need to come back quickly. Something is wrong with y/n and the baby. Dr. Cho is doing everything she can, but we don’t know what’s happening. You just need to be here soon, she needs you.”

Natasha takes a deep breath. “I’m on my way. Tell her I’ll be there soon.” With that she grabs her jacket and runs outside, not caring about her cover anymore. She jumps on her motorcycle and speeds back home.

“Pietro, I need you to go to the hospital and get an ultrasound machine, quickly.” Dr. Cho yells over the beeping. Pietro speeds out of the room as Wanda enters again. “Nat is one her way, she’ll be here soon.” You grip Wanda’s hand as another wave of excruciating pain hits you. Crying out as the pain keeps steady for a longer period of time. Once it settles again you manage to tell Dr. Cho between heavy breaths that it feels like your stomach is going to explode as each wave of pain hits.

Before Natasha walks into the room, she wipes her tears away, wanting to present strong to you. Though her strong front falters the second she steps in and hears you screaming out in pain. Her heart breaks at the sight of you. She rushes to your side. “Oh detka, I’m here. I am right here.”

Once your pain goes down a bit again Natasha gets up and walks towards Dr. Cho. “Helen, please tell me you can help them. What’s happening?” Dr. Cho places a hand on her shoulder, “I will do everything to try and help them, but so far I haven’t been able to figure out what’s wrong. Every time your wife has these excruciating pains her readings go off the charts and I lose the babies vitals. Pietro should be back soon with an ultrasound machine, I’m hoping to be able to see what’s happening then.”

Natasha moves back to your side and places a cold towel over your forehead after wiping the sweat away. The coldness of the towel feels nice, but of course doesn’t help much as a pain reliever. Dr. Cho said she can’t give any medicine until she knows what’s wrong, it would be safer for both you and the baby that way. For now, all she can give you is fluids to keep you hydrated.

Shortly after Pietro sprints into the room with the ultrasound machine. While Dr. Cho is setting it up another sharp pain hits you. Both Natasha and Wanda reach for one of your hands while Pietro helps Dr. Cho start up the machine so they can use it right away. Luckily with Pietro’s speed they have it working in no time and Dr. Cho can take a look at the baby with the transductor.

Everyone looks at the monitor with shocked expressions on their faces. Neither Natasha, Wanda or Pietro are by any means doctors, nor did they have much experience with reading ultrasounds, but even they could see that the baby was moving way too fast. Dr. Cho confirms their thoughts by saying, “Y/n and Natasha, it looks as if your baby has inherited y/n’s powers. And by the looks of it we need to get you to a hospital, every time you experience these pains your vitals and those from the baby seem to get worse. I’m sorry to tell you bluntly like this but you need to get a c-section as soon as possible or I’m not sure if you and the baby will make it.”

The decision to get you to the hospital was a quick one, everyone had their best interest in you and the baby surviving. With an ambulance on the way Natasha is quick to pack the last few things for your hospital bag, which luckily you had started per advice from the doctors.

Dr. Cho rode in the ambulance with you since she had experience with powered people and most ambulance and hospital personnel did not. Wanda teleports herself, Natasha, and Pietro to the emergency room where they wait for your arrival.

An hour after your arrival you’re back in the recovery room, besides being extremely tired your vitals have gone up and you’re getting stronger as well. Not only were you doing much better, so was the baby. You welcomed a baby boy into your family. Other than being on the small side since he was born premature he was a healthy baby. You named him Max, a reference to the Maximoff twins, since without them you would have never met Natasha and the rest of your chosen family.

You and the baby had to stay in the hospital for a couple of days. You for recovery and Max to get a bit stronger. Natasha stayed by your side throughout all four of the days. While Wanda and Pietro had gone back to the compound to get the team together to finish up the nursery and plan the baby shower for when you got back. It was an immense help since you hadn’t been prepared to have the baby eight weeks early.

When you brought baby Max home for the first time the living room was filled with both your friends and family, welcoming you home. The place was filled with banners saying, ‘Welcome home!’ and ‘It’s a boy!’. There was a cake with the first picture of the three of you had been printed on and a table full of presents.

After putting your bags down Pietro offered to hold his ‘little runner buddy’ so you and Natasha could properly greet everyone. Occasionally Pietro had to hold Max out since he was moving his legs at such a speed it was likely to hurt when the little feet would touch him. The superspeed made Max his arms and legs strong quickly, Dr. Cho guessed that Max would be crawling and then walking in no time. Which was scary and cool at the same time.

You had a great welcome home/baby shower party but had to excuse yourself from everyone. “Thank you so much for all of this. Please continue the celebration of our little guy, but I really have to take a nap. I haven’t had this much human interaction in a week.” You finish with a joke.

Max was fast asleep in Melina’s arms. She nods in Natasha’s direction, a silent ‘I’ve got the baby, go be with your wife.’ Natasha smiles at the gesture before she jogs up to you and places her hand on the small of your back. “Do you need anything before your nap, detka?” She asks while she places a kiss to your temple. “All I need is your cuddles.” You reply with a sleepy smile.

“Anything for my beautiful wife.” She says opening your bedroom door and inviting you in. You lay down on the bed, Natasha lays down next to you and pulls the cover up to cover the both of you. You were still very sore. The doctor had advised you to sleep on your left side, so that’s what you did. Natasha laid down as your big spoon and put a comforting arm around you.

You fell asleep in no time while Natasha took a bit longer, but she didn’t mind. She was just admiring you. She had always known you were strong, but the past couple of day you had really shown just how strong you really are. With a content sigh she falls asleep thinking of the amazing mom you are and will be.

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