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natashasnoodle · 1 year

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I'm Tired | Natasha Romanoff x Female Reader

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Summary: Your roommate is one annoying individual and you haven't managed to sleep in months. After reaching the end of your tether you have been reduced to taking the next resort, bunking with a stranger. College AU.

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Most nights you had been getting a severe lack of sleep, which wasn't great when you had to wake up for your 8 am lectures. Your roommate Wanda was an absolute sweetheart, the only issue was her new boyfriend, Vision. Before Vision entered the scene, the two of you would study together, watch a movie, and fall asleep at midnight or before. Like the responsible students that you were.

Though ever since Vision, they're up until the early hours of the morning cuddling and chatting whilst watching TV shows. Granted, the main light was always off as a common courtesy to you, but their voices and blaring light from the laptop kept you awake until they got tired and turned it off. Much to your dismay, this rarely occurred before 2 am.

You just weren't confrontational and she seemed so happy, so you didn't have the heart to tell them that they were being the most annoying people in your life currently, and the bar was low. You knew a lot of annoying people.

Another thing that annoyed you is that even without makeup, Wanda would still look stunning waking up every morning after 4 hours of sleep every day. You had to slap on some concealer so that you didn't look like the demon panda from hell. Oh, how you envied people who won the genetic lottery in terms of eye bags and dark circles.

The current night was a particularly bad one. They had started binge-watching "Sweet Tooth" on Netflix, and instead of doing a couple of episodes a night like they normally would do to finish up 'early', they kept watching and watching until they had finished the whole thing. You had been drifting in and out of sleep for hours, but when a new noise blasted from the laptop, your eyes would fly open.

When it was time to wake up and get ready after only getting an hour of uninterrupted sleep you felt all kinds of nauseous and lightheaded, but you were determined to get to class. You rushed into your shared bathroom before Wanda could get a chance to use the shower, and quickly scrubbed at your teeth and tried to style your hair, though your blurry eyes meant that your hands were not cooperating.

After giving up with just throwing it up with a hair tie, you tried your hardest to hide the dark circles that were painfully obvious under your eyes, though no amount of makeup was enough to hide the damage that was done to your skin last night. Once you deemed yourself somewhat respectable, you moved out of the bathroom to throw on whatever clothes appeared in your wardrobe first and left with a granola bar in hand.

You let your feet carry you on autopilot and somehow ended up on the right part of campus. Without even spotting your friends, you were about to walk straight past them, but luckily they noticed you in your zombie-like trance and grabbed ahold of you, pushing you onto your normal space on the bench that you had claimed. Shuri and Kate gave each other concerned glances as they looked at your out-of-it state, before Kate waved a hand in front of your face, snapping you back into reality.

"Hm?", you spoke before yawning and stretching. "How long were you out last night, and why didn't you invite us?", Shuri gave you a playful shove, which you just groaned at, the rattling movement of your head sending a sharp pain through your skull.

"Jeez, seriously what happened to you?", Kate tried, taking the more cautious approach than Shuri, treating you like a deer in headlights as her eyes flashed with worry. "Wanda", you spoke again between a yawn, and the pair beside you rolled their eyes. They knew all about how you had rarely been getting any sleep and kept trying to convince you to tell her to have a 'no sounds past midnight' rule, but you always ignored them. Again, you didn't have a single confrontational bone in your body.

There wasn't much time for them to be able to lecture you though, as you all had to go to your actual lecture, so they linked arms with you and led you over to your first class of the day, which you promptly fell asleep in. Kate had to keep pinching your thigh to keep you awake so that you didn't feel the wrath of Agatha, your ancient culture studies professor.

This was a continuous theme throughout the day, though towards the end of it Shuri had to resort to stomping on your foot with all of her might with the shoes she made that makes no sound. Unfortunately, you were capable of making sound, so you had to hold in your yelps of pain as your foot thumped angrily with the constant disturbance to its peace.

Luckily, you made it through the day and the two walked you back to your dorm, and tucked you in, making sure that you stayed in bed as you had spent the entire walk home babbling about the work you had to catch up on. Though that was important, your two friends knew that you were in desperate need of sleep first. At least a nap.

They left your room content with you getting some well-needed rest, hoping to see you in better spirits tomorrow. You instantly drifted off into a deep slumber, your body basically shutting down from exhaustion. But you only got three hours of sleep before the couple from the depths of Tartarus came bounding through the door. Wanda winced as she spotted your sleepy form stretching under the covers, then sitting up as you rubbed your eyes.

You squinted at them from across the room, your eyes still blurry from the gorgeous sleep that you were rudely ripped away from. "Sorry", she grimaced before chuckling playfully, "It's 5 though! Wake up lazy guts", she walked over and patted where your knees were under the cover before moving over to her bed, Vision following as they got out some of their class resources to start working from.

Immediately you wanted to scream into a pillow, though you didn't want the embarrassment that would come with that, so you begrudgingly reached for your laptop and began completing some worksheets that had been assigned to your class. Your eyes were comically wide as you tried to stare at the screen, urging your brain cells to do something.

They came through after an hour of working on a sheet that should have taken ten minutes, but you counted it as an absolute win and got up to make yourself some noodles. Having only eaten a granola bar and a packet of crisps that day, you practically inhaled the bowl too before settling back down into bed again, curled up into a ball.

Grateful for Vision and Wanda doing some studying, you tried to fall back asleep with the quiet atmosphere, but just as your eyes started drooping, you heard the dreaded theme tune of one of her sitcoms, and the chuckles that came alongside it. Sleep was not going to be a luxury that you could afford any time soon.

Hours passed and you felt like crying. Your body was screaming at you to get some sleep, but the laptop speakers across the room from you were shutting that idea down. Your head was pounding, your mouth was dry and your hands were tingling. Months of minimal sleep were fully starting to catch up to you, and it was not healthy.

At some point during the night, at about 3 am, your mind snapped. You needed to get out of that room, you would sleep in the hallway if you had to. So, you grabbed your comfortable, fluffy blanket from the bottom of your bed and wrapped it around your shoulders, clinging onto it for dear life at the front. "I'm just gonna get some air", you announced to a confused Wanda who frowned but nodded in acceptance. She had thought that you were asleep.

You stepped foot outside of your room, and immediately a draft from the air vents hit you, making you very aware that you were just in your pyjamas. Looking around the dark hallway a little helplessly, you were preparing to sit on the floor and sleep against the wall. It was better than having to sleep in there.

But just before you were about to sit you spotted some light streaming out from underneath the cracks of a door at the other end of the long hallway. So, you started your journey towards it. Like a moth drawn to a flame.

When you reached the door you hesitated with your fist in the air, ready to knock. But when another cold draft hit you, your hand instinctually knocked lightly, conscious of others nearby who were most likely sleeping. You heard some shuffling from behind the door, and you immediately felt nervous. It had only just dawned on you that you had knocked on some stranger's door at three in the morning. They may have even been sleeping but accidentally left the light on, the light was not a valid indicator that this person was awake, though you were proved wrong when the person opened the door fully clothed. Unless they are some weirdo who sleeps in jeans.

When you made eye contact with the woman behind the door you were immediately taken away by her stunning green eyes and her red hair. But you swallowed thickly and stumbled out your next line of words as she looked at you expectedly, confused at why you were at her door at this ungodly hour. "Sorry for disturbing you so late- or early I guess. My roommate always has her partner over and they always watch shit until like 4 am and I haven't slept in months", you sighed.

The harsh stare of the redhead soon turned soft as she took note of how your eyes didn't seem to be able to focus on one thing and how bloodshot they were. It looked painful. "You knocked on the right door", she spoke without smiling but her tone was kind, which confused your sleep-deprived self very much, "I live alone, my roommate lives with her girlfriend now, so you can take the spare bed for the night if you want", she offered with a shrug.

Your eyes lit up which made the corner of her lips twitch up ever so slightly, not that it was noticed by you, you were too busy practically drooling over the fact that there was an empty bed in the vicinity with your name on it. "Thank you, thank you, thank you", you rushed out and she moved out of the way to let you in, gesturing over to the bed in the corner of the room.

Her laptop was open on a PowerPoint presentation and her notebook was open in front of it, so you guessed that she had been doing some late-night studying, but she quickly shut her laptop and packed her notebook away whilst you clambered into bed and wrapped the duvet around yourself. She could see how much you needed the sleep, and she could finish off the final part of her notes on her lunch break tomorrow.

Even with the light on, you had immediately fallen asleep. The fact that it was a quiet room was enough for your brain to drift off, and now that you couldn't see her, she smiled softly at your now relaxed features and quickly went into her bathroom to get into her own pyjamas, before turning the light off and slipping into her own bed.

You slept like a baby for the remainder of that night and woke up feeling ever so slightly more refreshed than you had done for a while. Due to having none of your things in her room, you had to bid her farewell fairly early in the morning so that the two of you could get ready for your respective classes. Though you found out that her name was Natasha, and she insisted that it was no problem that you stayed over when you started apologising as soon as you were both awake.

The newfound energy that you had did not go unnoticed by your friends who were happy to see that you weren't on the verge of collapsing. Though the energy did not last long at all. The next month was worse than the last, and you truly did not know how Wanda and Vision were not dead. You felt like a walking corpse every day, and you had been tempted many times to go to Natasha again and again, but you didn't want to disturb her too much, so only settled for when you were truly desperate.

She had insisted that you hadn't been bothering her, but you didn't know if she was just being polite, so you still kept the visits to a minimum. She was a nice person and you felt like you had connected with her on your last few visits, indulging in some conversation before going to sleep. She had been a very closed-off person when you first met her, but now she would freely talk to you and would look very happy to see you.

You had promised yourself not to visit Natasha at 3 am again for a few more days as your last visit had been rather recent, but you had reached a breaking point and you needed her. Tears pooled in your eyes as Wanda and Vision started watching "Kimmy Schmidt" at 2 am. You were so tired.

You felt sick constantly these days, and you knew that you couldn't go on much longer with the amount of disturbed sleep that you were getting. So, again you stood up with your blanket and announced that you were going to get some air. You shuffled over to Natasha's room and saw that the light was still on, causing a smile to break out on your face for a second, but then the exhaustion overpowered you again as some of those tears started rolling down your cheeks.

She answered quickly after you had knocked, and this time she answered in her pyjamas, almost as if she was expecting you at some point over the next few days. She went to give you a hello and a smile, but when her eyes took in your appearance she was shocked.

The last time you had seen her you had looked tired sure, but this time you really did look unwell. She took notice of the tears streaming down your face, how puffy your under eye was, how dry your lips were, and you were shivering under your blanket. "I'm sorry", you whimpered as a sob escaped your lips, "I'm just so tired".

"Oh, honey", she said soothingly and tugged you into her room, shutting the door and wrapping her arms around you after. You clung on for dear life as you cried into her shoulder, though she didn't mind. She rocked you from side to side and rubbed your back reassuringly. Whilst you were standing by the door she took the opportunity to turn the light off, the darkness immediately soothing your sore eyes.

Your cries subsided after a few minutes of standing in the darkness, which Natasha was happy about. She hated seeing you upset. Though you had come into her life in an unusual way, she couldn't imagine hers without you now, and it was rare for Natasha to feel a connection to someone so soon. She had even planned on asking you out the next night that she saw you, but now her main focus was on calming you down for the night. Luckily, it was a Friday night so she didn't have to wake you up in the morning for class.

You were basically already falling asleep in her arms, which she could tell as you had started getting heavier in her hold. Swiftly and with ease, she looped an arm under one of your legs and lifted you up, your other leg wrapping around her waist without a single thought going into it. Being in Natasha's arms felt natural and safe.

Her heart melted at how much you trusted her whilst you were in such a vulnerable state, and with help of muscle memory, she navigated over to her bed in the dark and laid down with you still clinging to her, placing the duvet over the top of the both of you for warmth.

When she placed a kiss on the crown of your head and started to run her fingers through your hair, you hummed in contentment and pushed your head further into the crook of her neck. Only when she felt your breath even out did she fall asleep, knowing that you were okay. She would make sure that you were okay. Always.

-4 months later-

"Nat?", you shouted from your en suite bathroom out into your dorm room, though you got no response. With a sigh you yelled her name again, and yet again not a peep could be heard from your girlfriend. With a huff and narrowed eyes, you swivelled on the balls of your feet and looked towards the bathroom door expectedly, maybe Natasha had heard you and was about to walk into the room. However, your hopes did not come true.

Dramatically you ran a hand through your hair, "Tasha!", you yelled from your place, and immediately she popped her head around the corner with a disgruntled look. "Baby you know I hate that nickname", she pouted slightly with an amused glint in her eyes, causing you to laugh. In front of everyone else, Natasha was a closed book, she never wanted anyone to know what she was feeling. 'Showing emotions shows people you're vulnerable', she would always say whenever you brought it up. But with you, she never hid how she felt away.

The fact that she felt safe enough to be herself around you always made a warm feeling spread through your chest whenever you were reminded of it, such as now. The pet names and funny faces were a quick reminder that this was your Natasha. Or, 'your Tasha' as you liked to tease her. "I know but you weren't responding to your normal name!", you exasperated, it wasn't your fault that you had to resort to other measures to get her attention.

"Oh... sorry", Nat frowned, "I was just closing up one of your boxes and got distracted I guess", she shrugged, though the sudden change in demeanour jolted you. Due to you getting zero hours of sleep with Wanda and Vision continuing their usual antics, when you started dating Nat you basically spent all of your time in her room thanks to the spare bed. After four months of dating, she started to get sick of you having to leave and spend your time in between both rooms, so she suggested that you officially transfer dorms and move into her room.

It was a big step, but since you had basically been living there anyway it made sense for you to have all of your things in one place. Plus, you and Natasha were excited to be able to spend even more time with each other, if that was possible. The two have you had been very excited in the leadup to the transfer, so her sudden change worried you. "Hey, are you okay?", you took a few steps forward to reach where she was leaning on the doorframe and ran a soft hand down her arm, leading to interlock your fingers.

Nat seemed to hesitate, but the way that your eyes shone with adoration and seemingly stared into her soul made her feel like she could say what was wrong. It was you. She was safe. "I know I'm not easy to love, I don't show my feelings the same way that others do- I don't know I guess I'm just worried that you're going to get sick of me".

Your heart broke at her insecurities shining through, and anger bubbled up aimed at whoever had made her feel like that. "Woah, who told you that you're hard to love?", you said with wide eyes, genuinely shocked. You received an answer in the form of her jaw tightening and swallowing harshly. She didn't want to talk about it.

Sending a soft smile her way, you shook your head, "You're so easy to love sweetheart, so easy, I love everything about you. I could never get sick of you, you're my person".

"You're my person too", she whispered as unshed tears lined her eyes, and she dipped her head down slightly, brushing her lips against yours before you took the next step and leaned in further, capturing hers. It was slow and intimate as your hands travelled up her back and hers resided on your waist, proving in totality how you feel for each other. How you get butterflies every time she walks into a room, how all air escaped her lungs the first time she heard your morning voice, how her touch made fireworks explode in your heart, and how your smile made her feel at home.

When a creaking noise could be heard in the main room, you two pulled away with soft smiles before she guided you out hand in hand, finding Wanda and Vision standing looking around the room, your half now empty aside from the cardboard boxes that were scattered about the space. Even after everything you and Wanda were still good friends, you just couldn't share a space with her. She had always made sure that you were eating well, she invited you on impromptu trips out to coffee shops or ice cream parlours, and you would help each other with essay reviews. You couldn't ask for a better friend, she was just a shoddy roommate. Though the fact that you were moving out of the room made you feel nostalgic for time passed, and apparently she felt the same.

As she looked at your side of the room you spotted her bottom lip wobbling slightly and you felt your heart drop, "Oh, Wands", you cooed and engulfed her in a big bear hug. She chuckled tearily and squeezed you back, "Promise you'll still come and hang out?", she pleaded against your shoulder, and you nodded with an "Of course". When you pulled away from the hug you gave each other a small nod with a thousand hidden meanings. But the time had finally come for you to say goodbye to her. Just for now. After all, she was only a few doors down.

Whilst you and Wanda said your final goodbyes, Natasha and Vision worked together on moving the boxes over to your now shared room. You felt guilty for not helping with the heavy work, but Natasha kept reassuring you that it was okay and that it was more important for you to be able to say goodbye. You grinned at her being so understanding as you made your way over to your new room. The afternoon and evening was spent unpacking all of your things, eating pizza, and listening to the 'Do Revenge' Spotify playlist. The last one was self-explanatory, it's a great soundtrack.

When everything was unpacked and the two of you looked at your handiwork, you felt a great sense of joy overcome you. You were sharing a home, albeit a small college dorm, but still a home, with the person that made you feel the safest in the world. You were beyond ecstatic. Though this feeling soon plummeted when you saw Nat frowning at your side and tutting. "This won't do", she sighed and released her grip that was around your waist.

At first, you had thought that maybe she had suddenly changed her mind, which would be shitty considering you had just unpacked all of your stuff, but when she began awkwardly shuffling your bed across the room, a grin spread across your face again.

Her chest heaved when she had accomplished her task, and she joined you at your side again, snaking her hand back around your waist. She had pushed the beds together, making your heart swell for the hundredth time that day. "We will need new bedsheets to fit as it's now a double, but whaddya think?", she questioned and nervously chewed on her lip.

"It's perfect", you breathed out and looked at Natasha with heart eyes before jumping on the bed in a starfish position with a giggle, an amused Nat rolling her eyes behind you. You lay in peace for a few seconds, before a grunt escaped your lips as a certain redhead landed on top of you, your face now smushed into the pillows.

Before you could complain, she wrapped her arms around you and rolled over, her back on the mattress and yours on her front. "Are we just gonna lie like this?", you spoke with a blank face, it was a rather awkward position. But when Nat replied with a chirpy "Yep!", and squeezed you tighter, her face nuzzling into the back of your neck, you couldn't help but smile. You never wanted her to let you go.

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vibraniumarm06-bucket · 1 year

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A Friendly Smile From the Past ~ Series Masterlist

Pairing: CEO!Bucky Barnes x Reader [with College!Bucky/High School!Bucky in flashbacks and mentions

[Ongoing series]

Summary:

When you were young, you were friends with a neighbourhood boy who liked the same things as you. You both grew up together and as long as you had each other and the rest of your friends, there was always a make-believe adventure right around the corner. He grew up to be a successful businessman and seems to have forgotten where he came from.

You haven’t talked to him or the rest of the close-knit group of friends you used to be in years, but the death of a person who had been involved in all of your lives brings him and everyone back to the old neighbourhood. Does time allow you to reconnect and reintroduce him to the life he left behind? Does it allow you to build back the friendships you lost? Will you finally confess your feelings to him? Or is it too late?

One: I'm Fired?

Two: The Funeral

Three: Explaining can be hard

Four: Why won't you tell the truth?

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I Still Worship the Flame

[Stark U #5]

Summary: Everyone but you are at the cinema watching dumb movie marathons. You lay home in a sea of tissues, drowning in schoolwork with a pathetic fever. But what they don’t know can’t hurt them, right?

Pairing: college!Steve Rogers x reader, college!Bucky Barnes x reader, college!Sam Wilson x reader, college!Natasha Romanoff x reader

Word count: 6.8k

Warnings: sickness? just a really bad cold really nothing graphic, Steve and Bucky being a little overbearing, schoolwork (the biggest warning), angry reader

A/N: haven’t posted any of my writing since March 🤠 forgive me please and enjoy!! I have another one-shot coming soon though so you’ll get a little more of me than usual

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As the hundredth whine from your lips sounds out today, you are glad that no one else is home. You would be scolded for being more dramatic than Sam during that week after his concussion while simultaneously yelled at for doing too much when you should be resting.

The words have since long started to blur together and the pen is clutched tightly in your hand without even touching the paper for half an hour. You can't remember comprehending the change from afternoon sun to complete darkness outside of your window, but you do know that you have piled on three layers of clothes only to tear them off of your overheated body in the last hour.

Fucking fevers. It's incredible how you forget how absolutely horrible they are between each time, but battling this one seems especially miserable when you have a test in four days. Your roommates had begged you to come with them to this god awful long Lord of The Rings marathon at the local cinema, but you were stressed out about the test enough without losing a full day of studying.

You have gotten some things done. It's just that your room is drowning in tissues, and the pills you've taken haven't done shit and your back hurts from sitting for so long. What you really want to do is take your comforter out to the couch and open all the windows with the AC on full blast. No—what you actually want is to be rid of this fucking cold and sit lodged between Steve and Bucky at the cinema, warm hands on your thighs with an obscene amount of chocolate in your lap. You know that Bucky would whisper random facts about the movies in your ear during the entirety of it, and that Steve would give him angry glares for speaking in the theater.

God, if it weren't for your body's excessive temperature, you would kill for them to hold you. It would suck in reality, because both of them run hot and that is the last thing you need right now. But you miss them. You miss them all the time lately and it frustrates you, because six months ago things weren't like this. Steve and Bucky were two of your annoying, though very sweet, roommates who bickered like siblings constantly at ungodly hours in the morning and left dirty dishes out in the living room (thank fucking god Bucky has stopped doing that).

Now, you dream weird dreams about them at night and shiver everytime they touch you. Calling you by name has suddenly turned into 'sweetheart' and 'bug' (still can't quite figure that one out), while merely the sight of Steve unintentionally flexing his bicep and Bucky moving his metal fingers makes you want to escape into your room. It's hard, because they are pretty much doing that everyday.

Worst of all is your resentment towards Natasha—she caught on so quickly that you barely managed to slip out of Steve's room the night you slept over before she confronted you about your feelings. She very conveniently left out the bet she and Sam had set up, but Bucky found out about that two weeks later and pushed Sam into some bushes. The latter complained about how Bucky didn't cater to his 'bush-related trauma' for much too long after that.

But at the same time, she reinforces your delusions about them liking you back. They are very protective of you, sure, but so are Sam and Natasha. Actually, that might have something to do with your constant knack of getting into the trouble rather than harboring secret, unconditional love for you. Natasha says they look at you with puppy dog eyes, but you think they just always look like that. And the constant touching and pet names are just—it's just who they are. You think.

Another onslaught of heat crashes over your tired body, and you give up completely. There comes a point where even you can't force yourself to work anymore. It's too draining. Instead you gulp down another pill, turn off the lights and throw yourself onto your bed. You groan out of pleasure, but know that it will soon disappear only to be replaced by torturous discomfort.

Yeah, it's good that they aren't here. Gathering the energy to deal with a smug Sam and overbearing Natasha is not in your capacity.

Besides, facing them in this state feels embarrassing. You'll pull yourself together by the time they come home. Just a short nap, and you'll fix your hair. Just twenty minutes of sleep, and you'll put on something presentable. Just some rest, and you'll look good for them.

"Ah, shit—why's it fucking pitch black in here?" Sam seethes as he now limps on his newly stubbed toe, reaching for the hallway light.

The living room is empty and so is the kitchen, they notice that pretty quickly. Usually when you're home alone you cook something elaborate with music blasting in the background, or rewatch that show for the thousandth time. Bucky always gives you a hard time for it, but he usually ends up watching it with you anyways.

"Y/n?" Steve calls out, taking off his jacket before hanging it up on the rack placed by the door.

"Hey, bug—we're home!" Bucky says, walking further into the apartment while searching with his eyes.

The lack of answer gives them anxiety, even though it's probably nothing. Might've gone out. It's Saturday night after all. But you don't really have many close friends outside of them. Unless you're on a date, which quite frantically makes Bucky want to throw up. Yeah, he chooses not to believe that for his own sake.

Natasha bites off another section of her snickers, the one she made everyone stop at the gas station for, while toeing off her shoes. Shoe-free household since you moved in, but exceptions are allowed in emergencies. If you knew that both Bucky and Steve have on theirs right now, you would be mad. But Natasha isn't about to nag about that—she's more focused on getting a huge glass of water for herself. She knows those idiots will take care of whatever's going on.

Steve knocks on your door, waits for too many seconds before calling out for you again.

"Y/n? You okay?" he asks, leaning against the wall.

And because Steve is a considerate man, he doesn't open the door without an answer. But the same can't be said for Bucky—he shoulders past the former and pushes down the door handle without even so much as a sound. He is met with resistance as soon as he steps over the threshold, but all of it comes from the guy behind him.

"Buck—no," Steve seethes through a whisper, trying to pull him back by his shirt unsuccessfully.

Your room is as dark as the rest of the apartment was. Warm and stuffy, rid of any fresh air from outside of the four walls. You've been in here for a long time.

The small strip of light coming into your room reveals your figure splayed out over the unruly covers, a sign of tossing and turning in your sleep.

"Let her sleep, Buck," Steve sighs, rubbing his forehead with the back of his hand while leaning against the doorway.

It would be near goddamn foolish to ever expect him to listen. Steve isn't surprised when Bucky steps towards your bed anyway. He lowers down into a crouch, reaching his right hand out for your face.

"Christ, she's burning up," Bucky sighs, pushing himself up to his feet again.

"Shit," Steve answers, passing the threshold into your room while forgetting the previous reservations he held. And as if Bucky's judgement isn't enough, he presses the back of his hand to your forehead. Steve's hand is normally warm, but your skin is a hot furnace against the lines and creases of his palm.

"Fuck, we just left her here all alone." Bucky shakes his head. "We watched fucking Lord of the Rings that we've seen a million fucking times and she laid here suffering with a fucking fever."

"Tone it down with the 'fucks', will you?" Steve tells him.

He turns on the small lamp standing on your bedside table, soft light revealing the dozen tissues spilling out of your trash can. There's not much doubt about your sickness now.

"What do we do? Oh god, what do we do?" The brunette starts pacing as if he has never been more stressed in his life.

"Calm down, Buck. It's a cold, not a heart attack." Steve raises his brows, turns around to glare at his friend. "You've taken care of me dozens of times when I was like this as a child. Go get a glass of water and a few Tylenols."

It seems like it takes a few seconds for Bucky to register Steve's words. Even then he looks anxious, as if he doesn't want to leave. This makes Steve nervous, because Bucky never acts like this, but then again he feels the same way. That's why he told his friend to get you medicine instead of himself.

But Steve could never deny Bucky anything, even if it costs him time watching over the girl he almost certainly cares for more than a friend should. He ignores that part though, and pushes himself up to a stand.

"I'll go," he sighs, gesturing for Bucky to replace him by your side.

The short trek towards the kitchen is filled with anxiety. Why does his heart beat so fast when it's probably just a cold? He just told Bucky to calm down despite feeling anything but calm himself. Just gotten very good at hiding it through the years, he supposes.

Steve has never been the caretaker. He so desperately wanted to be that person during his childhood—the fierce protector, the strong hero, the one bullies cowered away from instead of running towards. Maybe he has been overcompensating for his lack of heroism in his early years now with his friends. The guilt is always eating him up if even the slightest thing happens, because most of the time he can stop those things now. Steve is tall and muscular, fast too, and he's not afraid to speak up anymore.

But things like these—sicknesses—he cannot help except for pouring water down your throat and make sure you're comfortable. Because he wants you to be comfortable so badly, as the slightest sight of pain in any shape or form makes him as gloomy as Sam on days where his favorite football team loses. Steve has known for a while now that you—the girl living on the other end of the hallway who curls up at his side on movie nights and bakes him cookies after each test he's had—is much more than just a roommate. God, he waits by the door for you to come home like a puppy, for goodness's sake. Gets a hard on at least once a day no matter what you are wearing.

And Steve really likes this thing he and Bucky has going on with you. That caretaking thing that he never has gotten a chance to do is now so natural. He and Bucky has adapted this protector-role in your life that makes Steve feel so good. He likes making you happy, making sure you're safe. Like he has a purpose.

"She alright?" Sam speaks up as Steve passes by his room, changing out of his thick sweatshirt to a thinner t-shirt.

"Not really. She has a fever," Steve answers, both hands filled with water, pills and more tissues.

"Oh, shit. How bad? Dr. Wilson bad?"

"No." Steve rolls his eyes. One time Sam helped patch you up and now he has been calling himself Dr. Wilson ever since. "We're taking care of it. She hasn't woken up yet."

"Well, just call for me if she gets tired of your needy asses and wants some Sammy loving instead."

Steve raises his eyebrows, shakes his head like he always does, and moves on. He purposefully quiets his steps down while walking past the occupied bathroom—a fuzzing Natasha is not what you need right now. You already got two overbearing people in your room.

The door is shouldered open by Steve as he returns, realizing as soon as he steps inside that your eyes are open, tiredly nodding along to whatever recap Bucky is giving you of the movies. Steve stays silent, setting down his gifts beside you before crouching down. Soon enough you have him staring up at you, that ever present frown in between his brows.

"Now, will you tell us why in the goddamn hell you did not call or text any of us to say that you were sick?" Steve asks sternly, though his hand is gentle on your head. "Excuse the language."

You let a chuckle slip despite his lecture, because of course he needs to apologize for the very tame curse words inserted into his sentences. Of course Steve scolds you before even saying hello. Such a dad.

"You were at the cinema..." you croak out, glancing down at your intertwined fingers.

"So?" Bucky says with a look on his face that reveals he has no idea what you are talking about.

"I thought you wouldn't notice if I just—didn't think it would get this bad." You pout visibly. A bead of sweat has formed in your hairline, steadily making its trek down your forehead.

"Wait a minute, Y/n—you thought we just wouldn't notice you holing yourself up in your room for days until you were fine again?" Bucky raises his eyebrows, nearly rolling his eyes on you. It sounds dumb now that he says it out loud.

"Yes..."

"For god's sake, bug." He lets his palms scrub over his face while Steve sighs, balancing on the scale between amused and concerned.

"I didn't want to bother you! Besides I'm—this is not my finest moment. Kind of disgusting right now," you say.

"Now, c'mon," Steve tells you with a pointed gaze. "You know we don't care about that."

"You look fucking adorable right now. Just a little shiny, that's all." Bucky pokes you in the forehead, earning an offended gasp from your lips.

"Hey! I have a fever, asshole. I can't help it." The expression on your face is offended, but inside it's all warm and fuzzy because he called you adorable. Bucky fucking called you adorable.

But the playful grin on your lips soon turns into rumbling coughs, hiding your face into your elbow to avoid spreading saliva all over the two men beside you.

"Hey, hey. Take some water, Y/n. Here." Steve's hand flies to your back, rubbing gently, while reaching out the glass towards your lips.

Your throat is all scratchy and sore, and coughing up half of your lungs does not help in the least. But gulping down the cold liquid soothes the pain for the moment, even though most of the water drops down your chin.

"Should I...uh—"

Bucky reaches his hand out towards the box of tissues on your nightstand. Calloused fingers brush over your skin as he rids it of the stray drops, a metal hand tilting your chin up.

It's entirely too silent as you sit and let your face be dried like a toddler. Steve puffs up the pillow behind you, readjusts it until your face is getting enough support.

You don't say anything. Nobody says anything. The two of them work in tandem as they usually do, and have done since they were little boys, while making sure you're as comfortable as you possibly can be.

Soon enough there is a fan dragged in from someone else's room (you think there might be an angry Samuel barging in here any minute to demand it back), three boxes of napkins on your bedside table (you did not know there were that many napkins in your apartment) and four blankets on your bed in case you start shivering again (you do not own four blankets).

You get up to go to the bathroom and end up being carried instead. Being left alone is something you have to literally beg for, because you might, in their words, "pass out". The door remains unlocked as a compromise.

It's sometime around 12 am that you switch off the lights, still feverish and so tired of the sickness already. Mostly you're tired of the babying. But you don't say anything about the fact that both Steve and Bucky remain in your room, sitting on the goddamn floor even though you've told them several times that you have a desk chair and a bean bag. Actually, they have their own beds right on the other side of the hallway. Stupid boys.

They fall asleep pretty quickly, if judging by their snores. Both of them will deny their obnoxious sounds in the morning when you tell them. It makes you happy in one way, because Bucky usually has trouble not staying awake for hours on end grumbling over everything under the sun. Steve is sometimes found in the kitchen at 3 am when you go up for a glass of water, staring blankly out of the window as if he has the entire world resting on his shoulders. On the other hand, you're now the only one awake with your misery and overthinking.

Steve and Bucky definitely cares about you. For you. That much is clear from the past few hours. But to which extent? Is this what they would do for any of their friends? You would like to think so. It feels self-centered to not believe that. But they have been so adamant on making sure you're safe and alright and comfortable today—telling funny stories to distract you and getting caught up in those meaningless, petty fights they know you enjoy so much. Stroking your cheek, calling you sweet names and constantly making you drink water. College boys don't act that way towards their friends, or anyone at all really. You don't know why they are like this.

At the same time, the sweet things have become almost too much. You didn't think it was possible. But it frustrates you that this has become a whole savior-situation for them. Maybe you should want that now. Many girls do—not having to lift a finger while two men come at your every beck and call, and you usually do too. But the thing is that they are not listening to you. They are deciding things for themselves about you.

There comes a point where being helpful and taking care of someone transcends into being condescending. You absolutely can dry away water from your chin yourself. You can go to the fucking bathroom by yourself too, and would actually prefer it that way if you had a say in it.

Maybe you're just sick to the point of extreme irritability. You're probably overreacting to their sweetness because of everything happening in your life right now—this comes at the worst possible time with your final exam for the year in just three days. The final grades for most of your classes come anytime now as well, and you're not sure you did so well in all of them. You haven't even gotten a job for the summer either because no one wants to hire you. It's all pretty shit at the moment.

Barely anything is in your control right now. Not even your own health and how you choose to deal with it, because there are two men hovering over you every second since they came home. This is the first breather you've gotten in way too many hours. You're actually surprised they fell asleep before making sure that you did too, but happy that they did.

Another hour passes before you give up. It's too hot in here, despite cracking the window open half an hour ago, and the fan doesn't do you any wonders. The air is too thick from the small space being occupied by two giants and a sick girl for hours on end, and your bed is too soft.

You silence your coughs as you sneak out of your room out onto the living room couch. It's colder out here. Quiet.

You fall asleep within two minutes.

"Sweetheart, wake up."

"C'mon, Y/n."

"Let her sleep, you assholes."

"She's burning up, for fuck's sake! We gotta do something!"

"Throw cold water on her."

"What the fuck, Sam?"

You groan, stirring awake while your eyes reluctantly flutter open. It feels like they have been glued shut. The fever-aches hit you instantly, distracting you from the mumbled voices right beside you as they try to gain contact.

"She's alive, at least," Sam says right before leaving the room. You barely notice.

"Y/n, hey, can you hear us?" Bucky asks, on his knees in front of the couch.

"Yes," you croak out, rubbing your eye while squinting. It's still early judging by the dimmed morning light coming into the apartment. "Wha—“

"Why did you leave? You have a 103 degree fever, baby. We have to cool you down."

You simply shake your head, letting out a distant hum while sinking down into the pillow once more, letting your eyelids close.

"C'mon. Sit up," Steve tells you, sneaking his hands around your back to push you upwards before you even have a chance to react to his words.

There's too many sounds around you, too many voices and hands prying your body around. You want quiet, like how it was when you went out here a few hours ago. What you sought after from the beginning.

"I want to be alone."

"Well, we're not going to fucking leave you alone right now, Y/n," Bucky says, stress practically seeping out of his pores.

Steve returns from the kitchen. You didn't notice him leaving. He reaches a cold, wet rag out to Bucky who immediately presses it to your burning forehead.

"I can do that myself."

"Nonsense. Just rest," Steve tells you.

"I'm serious. Guys, it's fin—"

"Can you get me the pills on her nightstand?"

He turns his head over his shoulder, nodding for Natasha who disappears into your room without so much as a blink to confirm. Your frustration grows with each second—Steve just entirely ignored you to speak over your words. He doesn't usually do that.

Red hair comes into view again, at least as much as you can see of her from underneath the rag covering half of your eyesight. She tosses the bottle, and you're lucid enough to try and catch it. Bucky grabs it instead.

But when he pours out a pill and begins prodding at your lips you push him away. It's too much.

"Bucky, stop!"

This is the thing with the two of them—you love being cared for like they watch over you, but right now it just feels demeaning. As if they believe you can't do anything by yourself, as if you will fall and break your bones each time you stand or confront someone who has done you wrong without bodyguards crowding your space. Their intentions are good, so good, but right now it feels like unnecessary babying. You are a grown woman who just happens to have very bad luck, but that doesn't mean you can't handle yourself at all.

As your yelling echoes through the now quiet room, their expressions fall, even though they did not look too chipper to begin with. Bucky inches back just slightly. Your tone was harsh enough to know that something is wrong.

"I get that the two of you are trying to help me right now, but I can lift my own fucking fingers!" Your face is hidden beneath your hands, head tilted back with a groan.

You can almost feel how their faces change right in front of you, postures tense up. It's not what you wanted—that is their reaction when being confronted, and this is not a scolding. At least you didn't intend it to be from the beginning.

"I just want to sleep right now, okay? I'm not going to die." Your voice softens into a whisper, a large contrast from the previous yelling that has the room quiet as a mouse.

Another three seconds of silence pass after your statement. Now they won't say anything? Steve runs a hand over his mouth, looking away from your gaze. Nervous.

"Uh...okay." He nods, despite looking like he doesn't want to agree. "Just—just take the Tylenol. If it gets worse you'll tell us, right?"

You don't really answer in the way he wants you to, which is not at all. You can tell by the way he purses his lips. Bucky just looks scarily neutral, as if he's schooling his face with every ounce of willpower in his body.

"Alright, boys. Scatter," Natasha says, waving her hands towards their rooms like she's directing an airplane. You guess that's about the organization you need to coordinate the three of them.

Before you can catch Steve and Bucky's conflicted glances, and Sam's slightly shocked expression, you roll around to face the back of the couch. As peace falls over the room, so does sleep once again.

Steve and Bucky take turns tiptoeing into the living room to watch over you each hour.

Natasha sits in the living room chair reading from her iPad when you wake up. It's dark outside—you've been asleep the entire day. She has a cup of tea and half a cookie left on her plate sitting on the table, and does not even stir when you speak up from out of nowhere. Damn her spy skills.

"What time is it?" you croak out, so unbelievably hoarse that you can't even believe words are coming out of your mouth. You kind of regret speaking at all.

"7:32," she tells you while pushing a glass of water your way. The glass is devoured immediately.

While drying away the stray drops of water from your skin, you put the back of your hand against your forehead to realize your fever has gone down significantly. Not gone entirely, you think, but so much better. The only thing worse is the lack of anyone else in this room besides you and Nat.

"Where is everyone?" you ask her, pushing yourself up slightly until you sit up in the couch.

Natasha must instantly clock your hesitant tone, the slight trace of regret in your voice that manages to seep out through your cold-affected throat. She turns your way, leaning forward slightly.

"Hiding in their rooms."

Your face soon gets buried in your hands, leaning back with a groan from your lips.

"I was too harsh on them, wasn't I?" you say suddenly, letting her decipher your muffled words. "Fuck, I upset them. I was too mean."

"No, no. Hey, no," Natasha interjects, clasping her hand around your wrist to reveal your face again. "Babe, you are allowed to have boundaries, and they're not allowed to be bitchy about that."

"But I—they were just trying to help and I went off on them," you whine. "They haven't even talked to me since this morning. I feel like shit about that, Nat."

"They didn't talk to you 'cause you've been fucking asleep, that's why," she says. "And just because their intentions are good doesn't mean they have the right to be around you."

Natasha raises her perfect eyebrow, glancing over her shoulder towards the empty apartment behind her. Her words hit you like a fucking truck no matter how cliche that sounds, regardless of the fact that you have never taken any sort of advice of this sort to heart before. They never used to apply to you earlier.

"You decide that. And I'm sorry that their egos were bruised, but they need to learn how to respect people's wishes even when they believe they are doing the right thing by disregarding them," she tells you.

"Yeah," you breathe out. "Yeah, you're right."

"Sure as fuck I am," Natasha agrees. "Now go tell them that."

"I don't want to," you whine.

"But you have to. They're not gonna learn if you ignore them. And I know they're dying to check up on you."

"They haven't been in here?" you ask, trying to sound more curious than disappointed. Why are you disappointed? You were the one who wanted space.

"I banished them after they kept checking your temperature as you slept seven times within an hour."

Your eyebrows shoot to the roof. Actually, that makes you annoyed. It's cute, but you were sleeping! You had just yelled at them for invading your space and privacy! Goddamn men who worry too fucking much!

She smirks as you struggle your way up from the couch, angrily making your way towards the end of the hallway to your best ability in this state. The knocks on their doors are loud. Both doors open almost at the same time.

"Get in Rogers' goddamn room, Barnes," you mutter, before shouldering your way past the blonde wall of muscle looking entirely too confused for your liking. He's way too cute like that, and you're supposed to be angry.

The two men follow you like obedient puppies, sitting down on Steve's bed when you gesture towards it. You sway slightly after closing the door, resulting in someone shooting up from their position, but quickly falls back when you shoot the brown-haired guy a glare.

For what must be at least five seconds, you stare at the two young men now sitting on Steve's bed, staring up at you nervously as if you are the principal and they've been called into the office for disobedience. It's kind of fun, but you tire quickly of the staring contest, and instead run the back of your hand across your forehead with a sigh.

"I do just fine by myself," you say all of a sudden. No warning, no explanation. "And yes, it's really sweet that you two want to help, but you've completely ignored me and what I want since I got sick. That's not okay."

What started off strong and confident has now turned into looking anywhere but their eyes as you speak. Why are they making you nervous?

"I have boundaries when I'm sick too, you know? And it doesn't exactly feel like you actually care about me when you just push and prod at me like I'm some doll instead of a person who told you repeatedly that I didn't want your help."

You can't really see their reactions, since you're...not looking at them. Instead you have your arms engulfing themselves, fingers picking on your skin and the hem of your shirt nervously. You're not used to confrontation. Almost no training in scolding people at all. Especially not when it comes to people you care about so deeply. But it has to be done, according to Natasha. And maybe you know that she's right.

"And I'm mad at you. But I know that your intentions are good, and this doesn't have to be a big thing...but I just wanted you to know how I felt."

Too many seconds of silence passes after your little speech is done. The only sound in the room is your collective breathing. You're still looking down to the floor, watching your toes wiggle as a distraction.

"You can speak now, if you want to," you add timidly after what must have been half a minute.

The sound of Bucky letting out a long pent up breath almost makes you laugh, but you school your expression as you finally look him in the eyes. He almost burst watching you so fidgety, refusing to look at either of them.

"I'm sorry, babe," Bucky says, volume nearing on a whisper. He didn't mean to say that last word. "I just—I get kind of panicky when people get sick. You know, Steve—"

"I know about Steve's sickness, Buck," you tell him.

"Yeah, but...sometimes when he was like this it would be a life or death situation. Y/n, I've been the one to call 911 several times when I didn't think Steve would make it."

"I didn't know that," you say. "That it was that bad."

"He would start off exactly like you." Bucky pauses for too many seconds, scrunching his nose before shaking his head. "This fucking cough that would never disappear, and then the high fever. But I guess you have a better set of lungs and heart than he did back then."

"Oh, I—I don't know..."

"You're not about to go into heart failure because of a stupid cold," he says, but you think it's more of a reminder for himself. Steve looks at him funnily, as if he's almost sad by Bucky's words. Maybe he didn't know how much his friend saw during their childhood.

"We're sorry we ignored you, Y/n," Steve speaks up. "Now after, I...I can see that we were too overbearing. And you're right, that's not okay. But I don't want you to think we don't view you as a person. That's not true."

His blue eyes do that soft, concerned thing only Steve can pull off. It kind of pisses you off. You're supposed to be mad, but it's hard. Okay, you actually forgave them before you even entered the room, but they don't know that yet.

"Well, it kind of felt like you didn't," you mutter, looking away.

"I know. You don't deserve that," he answers. "I'm really sorry, sweetheart. I promise I'll do better."

You can't help but let the tiniest of smiles grace your lips. They barely notice it, you think.

"Okay. I guess I accept your apologies. But, this doesn't mean that I don't want to be helped at all—it just means that it will happen on my own terms. No more extreme coddling and babying."

Bucky gives you an amused smirk, rubbing his chin with his fingers. God, he would fit in perfectly in a douchy frat house. Idiot.

"You're kinda cute when you're yelling at us, you know?" he tells you. You think both you and Steve share the exact same reaction—Bucky gets a slap to the back of his head from the latter while you just scowl at him.

"You're such a jerk. That is not what you should take with you from this situation," you seethe, even though heat is traveling to your cheeks in an almost unhealthy pace. Goddamn him and his charm. You blame it on the fever.

"Punk," Steve mutters, shaking his head in disapproval while Bucky just ducks away from any further violence. There's still that smug grin on his face though.

"Bucky is a lot more likeable when he's shy and quiet, don't you think?" You turn to Steve, ignoring the brown-haired man now pouting at you. You've already forgotten why you're in this room in the first place. And damn it, you're starting to feel that you're not exactly top condition right now, and you know you have to sit down soon.

"Uh-huh. Is a lot easier to keep in line, at least."

"Hey! I'm right fucking here, you know? Don't talk shit about—"

Bucky doesn't get to finish his sentence before your seemingly healthier state turns critical in just a few seconds. The standing up for too long with a fever and no source of energy for two whole days finally takes it toll, and the clear focus you had on your boys turns into a big blur. A thud sounds through the room as your side crashes into Steve's drawer, balance lost completely before you could even notice you were dizzy in the first place. Within a second you're on the floor with a throbbing pain in the back of your head.

"Ow."

"Fuck," Bucky breathes out as he gets to his feet with Steve right on his heel, crossing the few feet's distance between you. "I know you just said we shouldn't coddle you...but—"

"It's fine. I'll give you a pass," you manage to get out while rubbing the back of your head, a small chuckle escaping your lips.

Strong hands pull you up to your feet, embracing your unsteady body so your head rests against Bucky's chiseled chest. Steve has his palm on your back, searching for any kind of contact.

"What happened? Are you okay?" he asks while Bucky leads you to the bed, forcing you to lie down.

"I don't think it was such a good idea to stand for that long," you say with a tired smile.

"Well, I tried to tell—" Bucky stops himself in the middle of the sentence, catching himself doing exactly what he promised he wouldn't. You grin at him, patting his thigh the best you can from your position.

"Good boy. Already learning."

The man blushes like a grown man has not done ever. You don't notice though, of course you don't, and his momentary weakness remains harmless. Steve doesn't point it out, because he's too engrossed by looking at the now sore spot at the back of your head. But you never notice, and Steve almost begins to think you're avoiding the signs on purpose. You should have noticed by now. Sam and Natasha certainly have—they can't give either of them a break when it comes to teasing about you.

"Fuck, this is the last thing I needed," you groan, putting your hands up to cover your face while leaning back into what now feels like Steve's thighs. When did he move you?

"Know it sucks, bad timing and all that, but maybe a sign to take it easier?" Bucky says, though he has to clear his throat first to rid it of the thickness he gained from your little comment earlier.

"What d'ya mean?" you mumble, eyes closed.

Maybe you were overreacting earlier. Now, with their hands in your hair and stroking your legs soothingly, you feel great. As if they really do care about you. But it's different now, you guess.

"Sweetheart, you've been stressing yourself to death this past month. You have this irrational fear, which is completely wrong, that you will fail all of your classes when you absolutely are not going to," Steve tells you.

"Maybe..." you mutter.

"Yeah, lay it down, will you? 'M only taking it easy on you with the scolding now 'cause you're sick, but it's actually worrying. Don't know why you think so low of yourself when it comes to school. You've done great the entire time."

"I can't help it," you whisper. "But I really don't want to study anymore. I'm tired."

Steve chuckles at you, shaking his head. "You don't have to. If you're good to do the test in two days—and I really mean if—you're already perfectly prepared. Been studying for a month. God knows I ain't ever studied that long for an exam."

"I know..."

"But even without me and Steve...helping, I, uh—are you gonna be fine 'till then?" Bucky asks, a new concerned frown in between his eyebrows appearing.

"You are allowed to help me, Buck. I never said that you couldn't," you tell him. Your eyes are closed, deep breaths being taken to rid yourself of the nausea. Despite this, you notice his restlessness over the thought.

"Yeah. I guess. Just don't want you...don't want you to be sick anymore," he mutters under his breath, as if though he wishes you could not really hear it.

This is the Bucky you usually see. The one who's a little shy and has trouble expressing his feelings, except if it's anger. Then he has all the willpower in the world to act on it. The guy who cares very deeply about his friends and becomes closed off when he can't help them.

"Not super excited about this either, Barnes," you whisper, arm thrown over your face to shield you from the rest of the world.

"We're on last name basis now, huh?" Steve says. You can hear the smirk in his voice.

"Uh-huh." You nod to your best ability. "You deserve that."

"She's just practicing her future last name, Stevie," Bucky speaks up, wearing a grin that falls just as quickly as it appeared. A dreaded, wide-eyed expression dawns upon his face as he stares at the two of you. The realization is painful.

"What? What did you just say?" You lift your head up from Steve's lap, staring at Bucky who's now beet red.

"Buck..."

"Oh, shit."

#Stark U #steve rogers x reader #bucky barnes x reader #natasha romanoff x reader #sam wilson x reader #marvel fic #marvel fanfiction #college steve rogers au #college au #college!bucky

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Point of Ignition [three]

WARNINGS: Reader's kind of an asshole at times, motorcycle riding, flirtatiousness, sexual tension, this is one continuous scene WORD COUNT: 2888

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“You’re not serious.”

You shrugged, looking over yourself in the mirror. Natasha sat cross-legged on her bed, disappointment visible on her pouting face. You turned to face her, wearing your baggiest pair of sweatpants and a hoodie. Your hair was up in a very messy bun, and you were still debating on putting the hood on to cover it up.

“I am not interested in becoming just another notch on Bucky Barnes’ bedpost. If this doesn’t get the point across, I don’t know what will.”

Natasha just blinked, and you sighed as you walked over to sit on her bed.

“Hey.”

You looked back to her, meeting her eyes, seeing the soft smile on her face.

“I’ve never seen him act the way he does around you.”

Just that day, Bucky had appeared while you and Natasha were eating lunch on the quad. He’d sat beside her, but all of his focus had been on you. Teasing you, making both you and Natasha laugh, and reminding you of the date you swore wasn’t a date that night. You shook your head.

“You’ve known him for like a month.” “Long enough to see how he acts. He puts on just enough charm to melt the girls, gets what he wants, and that’s it. Not that he’s selfish or a dick or anything. The girls clearly enjoy it so—“ “So he’s a manwhore.” “Hey.”

Nat sat up.

“We do not slut shame in this house.”

You nodded and she reached to pat your hand.

“Just make it clear to him that you’re not going to have sex with him. I think he’s a good enough guy to respect that. If nothing else, you can be friends.” “Guys and girls cannot be just friends, Nat.” “What about Bruce? He and I are friends.” “You kissed in junior high.” “And that’s how we decided to just be friends.”

She stopped, then nodded.

“I see what you’re saying.”

You laughed, glancing at the clock beside your bed. Before you could say anything, there was a knock at the door. You got up and answered it, feeling your whole body heat when Bucky gave you a slow once-over. He nodded, smiling as he met your eyes.

“I’m so glad you didn’t dress up for me, Pidge.”

You had a flash where you felt a little bad, but before you could say anything, Bucky motioned with his head, holding the door open.

“Let’s go. I’ll have her back at a decent hour, Nat.” “Too bad.”

Bucky chuckled at Natasha’s low purr. He held out his hand and almost without thinking, you put your hand in his. Once the door had closed behind you, Bucky kept hold of your hand as the two of you started down the stairs.

“This isn’t a date.” “Whatever you say, pigeon.”

You tried to pull your hand back, but he only adjusted his grip. He glanced at you, a devastating smile on his face.

“Friends hold hands sometimes.” “Oh, we’re friends now?”

Bucky nodded as he held the door open for you. The two of you walked out of the dorm and into the parking lot.

“You came to see me fight. Bet on me and won. We partied, and I poured you into bed when you went a little hard in the paint.”

You moved your free hand to smack your forehead and Bucky chuckled.

“You were a cute drunk, Pidge.” “I don’t usually drink that much and I don’t know why I did the other night.” “Hey, you don’t have to justify anything to me.”

He let go of your hand to hold the door open for you, and you stayed beside the door as he jogged down the steps to a motorcycle.

“Come on, Pidge. It’s too far to walk.” “I’m not riding on that.” “Yes, you are. I’ve got you a helmet and everything.”

You shook your head, eyes wide as you stared at the bike. Bucky sighed as he climbed off the bike, carrying a helmet as he jogged back to you.

“Come on. I don’t have a car. It’s the bike or nothing.” “I’m going to pick nothing. See you later.”

You turned to leave, but he grabbed onto your wrist, holding steady.

“Breathe, pigeon. Your heart is racing. Are you scared?” “No!”

You answered way too quickly, and the smile on Bucky’s face was anything but mocking, which you were expecting.

“Pidge, hey. Look at me.”

You did, and his gentle smile helped you take a deep breath.

“I’m not going to let anything happen to you.” “You don’t know that for sure.” “I’m going to do my damnedest. You’re safe with me, pigeon.”

You swallowed, looking towards the bike.

“I’ve never ridden one before.” "Nothing to it. You just hold onto me and I’ll get us where we need to go.”

You tore your eyes from the bike to meet his, and you closed your eyes as he slid the helmet on your head, buckling it under your chin. He held your hand as the two of you walked to the bike, and once he straddled it, he walked you through climbing on. You wrapped your arms around his chest like he told you to do, and when he started up the bike, you squealed and slid closer to him. He laughed, lifting a hand to touch your wrists, sliding his finger between your wrists and his chest, loosening your death grip.

“Just breathe.”

He had to yell to be heard over the bike, and since your heart was in your throat, you gave his torso a squeeze in response. You felt rather than heard him chuckle, and you tightened your hold as the bike started moving. You kept your eyes closed, resting your cheek against Bucky’s leather jacket. At one point, he moved a hand to give your knee a gentle squeeze, and you finally opened your eyes when the bike came to a stop.

Neither you or Bucky moved, but that was mainly because you couldn’t get your arms to unlock from around him. He moved to take his helmet off, shaking out his hair, then patting your hands, which were locked over his heart.

“It’s okay, Pidge. You can let go.”

You swallowed, your brain telling your arms to relax, but your arms weren’t listening.

“Or you can keep holding onto me. I really don’t mind.”

You swallowed again, hands shaking as you finally pulled them apart. Bucky took hold of one, rubbing it gently, lacing his fingers through yours and maneuvering your wrist around. He did the same with your other hand, climbing off the bike and turning to face you. He gave a quiet laugh as he unfastened your helmet, murmuring softly at your quiet gasp when the tightness of the helmet disappeared from your temples. You stared up at him and he smiled, cupping your face in his hands.

“Just breathe.”

You did, staring into his pale blue eyes. He held your gaze with one side of his lips turned up in a smirk and you shook your head to break the trance. You climbed off the bike, stumbling into his waiting arms.

“Easy, Pidge. Your equilibrium might be off for a bit.” “I’m … I’m fine.” “Just take a second.”

You did, since your heart was still racing, and your head was spinning a bit. Bucky lifted a hand to cup the back of your head, holding you close, and you decided to allow it, just for a second.

“You’ll love this place. You’re not lactose intolerant, are you?”

You shook your head, stepping back from his embrace. He reached to take your hand, leading you into the restaurant. The lighting inside was dim, red checkered tablecloths on all of the tables. A few people called out hello as Bucky waved, pointing and smiling as he led you to a booth near a window. You slid into the booth, touching the holder where salt, pepper, red pepper flakes, and Parmesan cheese sat. Bucky laid a menu in front of you, nodding at it when you looked at him.

“You can order something if you want, or you can trust me.” “I don’t even know you.”

He grinned.

“That’s why we’re here, right?” “It’s not a date.” “Did I say it was?”

You raised an eyebrow, the smile never fading from his face.

“I just said dinner. You’re the one assuming.” “I am not!”

He chuckled, leaning back and spreading his arms over the back of his side of the booth. You rolled your eyes before looking down at the menu.

“The Alfredo is fucking divine. The lasagna will make you want to kiss the chef, and Antonia's friendly enough to let you.”

You bit your lip to stop the smile you wanted to give, studying the menu as you spoke.

“What do you get?”

“You gonna trust me, Pidge?”

You raised an eyebrow as you lifted your eyes to his. He grinned again as he bounced his eyebrows, and you couldn’t help but smile as you rolled your eyes. You closed the menu, pushing it towards him.

“Alright, Barnes. I’m all in.”

“Don’t tease me with poker terms, Pidge. You’ll make me declare my love for you right here and now.”

You swallowed the terror that suddenly appeared at the back of your throat, wishing you had a glass of water. As if he could read your mind, a waiter appeared at the table with two glasses of water and a basket of bread.

“Signore Barnes! Molto bene, good to see you! Antonia was wondering when we would see you again. And who is this bellissima?”

You widened your eyes when Bucky said your actual name to the waiter. He winked at you as he continued to talk.

“She’s new here, so we’ve got to treat her right, si?” “Oh, certamente! Let me go talk to chef and we will take care of you!”

The waiter left in a hurry, and you waited for Bucky to turn his eyes to you.

“So you do know my name.” “And that will be the only time you hear me use it, pigeon.”

You pursed your lips.

“Am I annoying to you? Is that why you call me pigeon?”

Bucky smiled.

“No, that’s not why. I’ll tell you one day, if you’re lucky.”

You rolled your eyes, but smiled. Bucky laced his hands together, leaning forward and resting his elbows on the table.

“So, pigeon. Tell me more about you.” "No.” “If you want me to just sit here and look at you, I can.” “Oh my god, do any of these lines ever work for you?” “To tell you the truth, I don’t usually need a line.”

You reached for your glass of water.

“Girls just fall at your feet?” “Honestly? Yes.”

You didn’t spit out the sip you’d just taken, which was surprising to you. You turned wide eyes to him and Bucky shrugged his shoulders.

“I’m not trying to be obnoxious, but I know how I look, Pidge. I put a lot of work into it. Girls happen to appreciate it and I appreciate them. That sometimes falls into a category we can both find mutually beneficial.”

You slowly nodded, taking another sip of your drink in the short silence.

“So you sleep around?” “In a manner of speaking, yes.”

You laced your fingers together and leaned forward, copying his positioning.

“I’m not going to sleep with you.” “Never say never, pigeon.”

You shook your head.

“How do you feel about girls who sleep around?”

Bucky shrugged his shoulders.

“Long as everybody’s on board, who cares? If it makes you happy and it’s not hurting anyone, you do you.”

You pursed your lips and Bucky leaned forward, a smile on his mouth.

“I’m no sexist, Pidge. Nice try on attempting to catch me, though.”

You tried to stifle the smile, but you couldn’t help it when Bucky chuckled.

“As you’ve said a few times now, you don’t know me. But, I don’t know you either.”

Bucky glanced over at the bread basket before looking back to you.

“I was raised by a good man and a good woman who let me think for myself, but steered me in the right directions. I’m not so full of myself that I think I’m God’s gift to women, fucking whoever I can while a woman doing the same thing is a slut. What’s good for the goose and all that. If you want to sleep around and you enjoy it, go for it.”

He smiled as he leaned closer to you, giving you a wink.

“And let me go ahead and volunteer for that.”

You groaned as you leaned back, and Bucky laughed from across the table. You shook your head as you leaned forward again.

“I am not sleeping with you.” “Now, or ever?” “Ever.”

Bucky tilted his head to the side.

“Aw, come on, Pidge. Don’t be like that.”

You rolled your eyes until he reached across the table, laying his hand on your wrist. He opened his mouth, closing it and pulling his hand back as the waiter appeared back at the table with two plates in his hand.

“Chef insisted. And you better make sure to share with bellissima, capice?”

Bucky nodded as he smiled at the waiter. The man set a plate before Bucky and another before you, then clasped his hands together.

“Buon appetito.”

You looked at Bucky as the waiter walked away, and he picked up a fork, stabbing at the slab of lasagna on his plate.

“Oh my god, Pidge. You’ve got to taste this.”

You blinked at the sudden rush of heat in your belly, shaking your head as you picked up your own fork. You studied the pasta before you, twirling some around your fork and sliding it into your mouth.

“Oh my God.” “Right?”

You gave a happy moan as you twirled more pasta, closing your eyes as you chewed. You opened your eyes to see Bucky staring at you, empty fork poised above his plate.

“What?”

He shook his head, clearing his throat.

“Noth—nothing. Here.”

He cut a bit of lasagna onto his fork, holding a hand under it as he leaned across the table. You looked at the fork, then at him, leaning forward while keeping your eyes locked on his and eating the bite he was offering. You watched his jaw go slack, giving a soft moan as you chewed.

“This food is fantastic.”

Bucky slowly nodded.

“Yeah, the … the food is … it’s good.”

You bit your tongue to keep from laughing out loud. You twirled some more pasta, eating as you felt Bucky’s eyes on you. After a moment, you twirled some pasta onto your fork and held it out.

“Want some?”

Bucky swallowed.

“More than you could imagine.”

You gave a soft laugh at that, but it trailed off as he leaned over, taking the bite from your fork and chewing slowly.

“Damn good, Pidge.”

You nodded, flustered as you looked back down at your plate. The two of you ate in silence, and you didn’t put up much of a fight when Bucky insisted on paying. Once you were outside, Bucky slid his hand into yours, steering you away from his motorcycle, towards the sidewalk. After a moment of silence, you spoke.

“I feel bad that you paid for everything on this non-date.” "Date or not, if I ask a woman to do something with me, I pay.” “Does that include—“ “No, Pidge, I do not pay for sex.”

You gave a quiet laugh as he smiled.

“Listen.”

You turned your head towards him, an expectant look on your face. Bucky stopped walking, moving in front of you, lifting the hand he was holding to his chest. With his other hand, he reached to slip a strand of hair that had fallen out of your bun behind your ear.

“You’ve got to feel something here. I can’t be the only one, right?”

You smiled, reaching up to push a piece of hair back behind his ear, just like he’d done for you.

“You feel something here because I haven’t fallen at your feet. Because I am definitely not going to bed with you. You’re not used to a challenge, and that’s why you think you’re feeling something here.”

He stared into your eyes as he slowly nodded.

“So it’s definitely a no, then?” “Definitely.”

Bucky nodded again, understanding filling his blue eyes as he moved your hands away from his chest, still keeping hold of your hand.

“I’m not one of those guys who’ll just keep hounding you ‘til I get you under me, Pidge. No means no, right?” “Right.” “Then … we’ll be friends?”

You cocked your head to the side as you studied him, and he smiled again.

“I mean, with Nat and Sam the way they are, we’re bound to be hanging out all the time. Might as well be friends since you’ve broken my heart.”

You smacked his chest and he laughed.

“I did not break your heart. Blue balls do not equal a broken heart.”

Bucky laughed again, letting go of your hand and throwing his arm around your shoulders.

“Oh, Pidge. This is the start of a beautiful friendship. I just know it.”

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Ok hello :) I know this goes against posting on Tumblr, seeing as it won’t be updated on here, but I really need to kick myself back into writing, so what better way than to promote my book on here so that I have more of an incentive if more people know about it! For now it’s Wattpad only whilst I figure out how AO3 works (idk if I even have an account) but I will try to get it up on there too. But… until then… here is the first chapter of ‘Honesty’.

College!AU | Enemies to lovers

Natasha Romanoff x O!C

O!C: Kaiiarina Lenkova (Kaia/ Ky). Sister to JB Lenkov (James Buchanan aka Bucky)

Current available chapters: 9

The classic ringing of an incoming facetime call sounded through the speakers of a MacBook, which made a rather exhausted 18 year old leap up from her sprawled out place on her bed. She threw herself onto her spinning desk chair, which spun a bit too far, meaning she had to grab the edge of her desk and haul herself back around before she fell off.

She lifted the lid and quickly typed in her password as an excited face filled the screen, their voice far too loud as the volume had been left turned all the way up from last night's dance session. Dark curly hair swung against her back as the girl winced at her friend's squeal.

"Have you looked?" The blonde girl screeched, far too close to the camera to create a flattering angle.

"Lena, it's 8am. It's a miracle I'm awake at this point." Kaiiarina groaned before she was cut off by a yawn, which only emphasised her point. She'd been awake since 7, knowing that today was one of the most important days of her life. Every possibility and outcome of her future was shuffled through her head as she tried to grasp any ounce of sleep that made itself available to her. But instead of blissful dreams, she was faced with pits of anxiety that made her dream feel like her worst nightmare.

"We promised we'd open them together, so hurry up!" Yelena was horrendously impatient, which was a huge contrast to Kaia's more laid back approach in life. But they'd planned this day since they were 11 years old, having been inseparable since they were 6.

Their first day of ballet class. Yelena was only there because Melina wanted her to follow in Natasha's footsteps; the golden child. But, naturally, the blonde wanted to be anywhere else, so she was stubborn in not moving from her spot on the bench. Her hair was pulled up into what could have been a neat bun, but she had wriggled so much that her baby hairs were everywhere.

Kaia, on the other hand, couldn't have been more different. Her uniform was pristine, tiny feet slipped into perfectly tied ballet shoes. Her almost black hair was pulled into a braided bun, secured perfectly on the top of her head, not a single hair out of place. She sat on the bench with her back straight, her hands folded in her lap. She looked alert, attentive; her blue eyes wide as she took in every person who walked past. She looked in wonder at the older girls who walked past, admiring their pointe shoes with lust. She was going to be like them one day.

Their teacher called everyone into the studio as a group, knowing a lot of the children would be nervous. Kaia walked in with her head held high; this was where she was meant to be. But out of the corner of her eye, she saw Yelena putting up a fight with her mother, who was trying to coax her defiant 6 year old from the bench.

What spurred her to do this was a complete mystery, but Kaia found herself wandering over to Yelena and extending out her hand.

"I'm Kaia." Was simply all she said. Yelena stopped squirming, peering up at the girl with her big green eyes. She looked at her mother briefly, who just smiled.

"Yelena."

"You know that class is about to start, right?" Kaia stated, confused as to why the girl wasn't in the studio like everyone else.

"Yes. But I'm not going." The young Russian was stubborn and folded her arms over her chest, pouting slightly.

"Ballet isn't sissy, you know. It's strong. You don't see the 'tough' boys doing it, do you?" Yelena shook her head, slightly confused at her point. Kaia leaned towards Lena and whispered in her ear. "It's because they can't handle it. They're not strong like we are."

Yelena smiled at the thought of being stronger than the boys in her class. She was fiercely competitive and she revelled in the idea of being better at something than someone else. Kaia's hand was still outstretched and so the blonde Russian took it gladly, their tiny hands clasping tightly together.

Melina watched the girls disappear into the glossy studio, a proud smile on her face. Those girls were going to be best friends, she just knew it.

And she was exactly right. Kaia transferred to Yelena's school in 2nd grade, and they became inseparable. Even the teachers knew they wouldn't be able to find one without the other 2 steps behind. And when one of them were sick and off school... it was like the one left behind was missing a limb.

When they transferred to middle school together, they made a pact. The girls would go to the same high school and the same college.

And that day had finally come. Acceptance letters were being sent out and the girls had applied to the same university. Which was what prompted Yelena's early morning facetime call.

Kaia scrolled through her emails, her heart pounding out of her chest. This was what they'd worked towards for 4 years. Their extra-curricular activities, sports, dance, languages... everything leading up to this moment.

"Oh fuck." Kaia muttered, seeing the email appear in her inbox. "I've got it."

On the other side of the screen, Yelena had her email open too, the link tempting her mouse, but also making her hesitate. What if their plan didn't work out?

"Wait." Yelena rushed, making Kaia freeze. "Whatever happens, we stay best friends, right?"

"I can't believe you just asked me that question Belova." Kaia scoffed, slightly offended as she adjusted the neck of her hoodie.

"I just had to be sure. Okay," Yelena let out a big breath. "It's now or never."

There was silence on both ends of the call as they waited for the link to load up. Time seemed to slow down, seconds turning into minutes as the loading circle span round and round. Yelena had picked up a hair tie and was spinning it around her finger as Kaia chewed on the edge of her thumb.

But the circle stopped spinning. The girls stopped fidgeting. They both held their breath as a message appeared on their screens.

Pale Oak University is delighted to offer you a place on your chosen course. We hope that you accept our offer and will join us in August on campus. Please click 'confirm choice' at the bottom of the page to secure your place.

But neither of them said anything. They tried to read each other's expressions as they looked back at the camera, but they were so scared of not going to the same college that neither wanted to burst the bubble.

But Kaia couldn't help let a small smile slip, which prompted Yelena to do the same.

"Did you-"

"Are you-"

Both girls started to speak at the same time but paused for the other continue. Kaia just nodded at Yelena's question, not trusting her voice to be strong enough to speak.

"Oh my god, me too." Lena's voice came out as nothing more than a hushed whisper, her hands flying to her mouth as tears welled in her eyes.

"Lena." Kaia croaked out, a tear slipping down her cheek. "We did it." She laughed lightly, which blended into a choked sob.

"We really did it."

"We fucking did it!" Kaia leaped out of her chair, spinning around like an excited puppy. "Mama! Dad! We did it! I got in!" Although she was still on facetime, Kaia sprinted downstairs to find her parents, screaming her results to them.

On the other side of the screen, Yelena did the same thing, racing into the kitchen where her parents and sister were sat.

"I got in!" She announced as she skidded to a halt in her fluffy socks, grabbing onto the back of a chair so she didn't slip. "I'm going to Pale Oak!"

Melina and Alexei scooped their youngest into a huge group hug as they cheered, leaving Natasha sitting alone at the table. She would have joined in, if it wasn't for the news that her little sister was going to be at the same university that she was currently at.

"Natasha, come and congratulate your sister. You know out of everyone just how hard the entry process is." Melina said, giving her 20 year old daughter a stern look as she rolled her eyes.

"Nice job Yelly." Nat said, ruffling her sister's hair, purposely messing it up even further. "Just don't bother me okay? I don't want you hanging onto me all the time. It's annoying."

"Natasha be nice." Alexei said disapprovingly. "Your sister is blessing to us all. We are so so proud." He pulled Yelena into his side, which she did not appreciate as she pushed him away with a disgusted look.

"Don't worry Nat. I've got Kaia. We're gonna be just fine."

Nat's head whipped round and she stared at her sister with a raised brow. "Wait... Kaia's going?"

"Duh. She's my best friend." Yelena rolled her eyes, not believing her sister's comment.

Nat shrugged, turning back to her phone. "Wow. Didn't know she had what it took." She mumbled under her breath for only Yelena to hear.

Rage flooded the blonde's cheeks and she clenched her fists at her side. "You're a bitch." she spat through gritted teeth, before marching up the stairs and slamming her door shut, slumping onto her chair in front of her laptop where Kaia was waiting.

"I'm guessing Nat didn't take it too well then." Kaia quipped, throwing an m&m up in the air before catching it in her mouth.

"You know me too well."

"No, well yes, but I also know just how much your sister hates me." Natasha always had a distaste for Lena's best friend, but no one quite knew why. Maybe it was due to them being in the same ballet class, despite Kaia being 2 years younger, or maybe how much time Kaia spent at the Romanoff's. But the brunette didn't really care. Having Nat like her wasn't exactly on the top of her to do list.

"Well, forget about her. She's not going to ruin it for me, or for you. We've had everything planned out since we were 10 years old Ky, and it's actually going to happen."

"Still gonna be roommates right?" Kaia asked, reading over the email one more time to cement it into her brain. It still felt surreal that they were actually going to college. No more high school. No more living at home. No more living 25 minutes away from each other. It was perfect.

"If you really think I'm gonna sleep in the same room as some random ass girl who snores and talks in her sleep, then think again. I'm sleeping with you or not sleeping at all."

"Well then I think we need to contact someone about it, because I don't even know if you can pick your roommates."

"I'll just say I have major attachment issues and breakdown into floods of tears whenever I'm not around you." Yelena said, spinning around on her chair before getting distracted by her massive shark plushie. She reached for it and pulled it onto her lap, stuffing her face into its fur.

Kaia just rolled her eyes. Yelena was always one for the dramatics. "Well that's going to work so well seeing as we are taking different majors, but sure." Yelena was majoring in sports science, seeing as she was on the women's football team and she loved it with all of her heart. Ballet was never really her thing, so as soon as she could quit, she did.

Kaiiarina was majoring in dance and they both were taking a Russian language class, as it was easy credits seeing as they both wanted to be fluent in their 'motherland' language.

"Well if that doesn't work, we can just get your brother to intimidate them all into putting us together." JB Lenkov (or James Buchanan) was in the army and had been away for 8 months. He was 5 years older than Yel and Kaia, so they joked about him a lot. Plus, he did try to ask Natasha out on a date, only to be turned down by her harsh words. "If you have a dick, I'm not into you."

"Let's just email them. See what they say." Kaia clicked on the email link, excitement surging through her body. It felt real now. But with the excitement came a lot of nerves. The kind that sent butterflies swarming in all different directions, extending from her fingertips to the depths of her stomach. A nauseating feeling descended in her throat, but she swallowed it down.

New experiences weren't really her thing. She grown a lot more self conscious from the bold and daring 6 year old she once was, but within the duo she was still the sensible and down to earth one. A stickler for the rules, which Yelena often felt were mere suggestions.

"I know its 8:30, but something in my body is screaming for a Starbucks right now, and unfortunately my asshat of a sister won't drive me." Yelena peaked over the top of her shark, which she had nicknamed Brucie, and batted her eyelashes rather dramatically at her best friend, who payed absolutely no notice to her.

"Kaia..." Still nothing.

"Ky!" Crickets.

"Kaiiarina!" Oh now she'd done it. The brunette's blue eyes seemed to darken as she peered up at the camera, narrowing her eyes into what became a bone chilling glare.

"Yelena Fyodorovna Belova. Did you just use my government name?" Although she was joking, Kaia made no effort to smile or even lighten her expression, loving how scared her friend looked. Similarly to a deer in headlights.

Lena flashed a sheepish smile. "Coffee?" Was all she offered, trying to hit Ky's sweet spot. "Caramel iced coffee?" Kaia was still glaring. "I'll buy you a blueberry muffin."

Now that was a deal breaker. "Even when I hate your guts, you still manage to win me over." Kaia groaned, pushing away from her desk and wheeling over to her closet whilst still sat on her chair. She grabbed a jacket and stood up, walking over to her table to grab her keys. "I'll be there in 20. Be ready or I'm taking Nat instead." She leaned over her laptop and hovered her mouse over the red 'end call' button.

"Oh wow. Threat of the century." Yelena feigned offense and Kaia blew a raspberry. Childish, yes, but

"Bye bitch."

~~~

Kaia's family was rich, very rich, but it hadn't gone to her head like many privileged girls she could mention. Her father was the CEO of a major jewellery company back in Russia, that had gone global in the last 10 years.

She had all the physical signs of a rich girl; expensive clothes, dainty jewellery, designer sunglasses that were nearly always placed in her wavy hair, pristinely manicured nails and of course, her most prized possession... her tesla. It was an extravagant 18th birthday gift from her father, and as normal as it seemed in a life like hers, Kaia burst into tears when she saw the sparkling white car parked on their driveway.

Yelena seemed more eager to show off Kaia's new car than she was, hopping into the front seat and immediately connected her phone to the aux, Mitski blasting at full volume.

And even though it had been 6 months since Ky's birthday, Yelena still clambered into the sleek white car with a gleeful expression, her phone ready in her hand to Bluetooth. Kaia's once peaceful music was soon replaced with songs more to Yelena's taste, reflecting her wild and chaotic personality.

"This is just like a free taxi service for you isn't it?" Kaia commented as Yelena clearly made herself comfortable, her hands adjusting the direction of the aircon as Kaia pulled away from the drive.

"Yeah, but you're rich so it's fine." It was true. Kaia didn't care about giving Yelena lifts. And besides, it's not like she payed for the electricity that powered her car.

10 minutes later she swerved into the Starbucks parking lot, a smile gracing her face as she saw the all-too-familiar store. The girls pushed the doors open and went inside to order their drinks. Yelena offered to collect their drinks so Kaia took a seat in a booth next to the window and peered outside, watching the hustle and bustle of the world outside.

Her hand was propped up under chin and she soon drifted into her thoughts, trying to process the events of this morning even though it was only 9:20am.

Yelena observed her best friend from afar, watching how she retreated into her head. She knew Kaia's concerns about college, especially with Natasha who was also doing the same course. The tension between the 2 could be cut clearly with a knife, which made thanksgiving and birthdays slightly awkward. But Yelena's outlandish personality always helped muffle the discomfort with a joke or a random song, which Kaia was thankful for.

She carried their coffees and blueberry muffins over to the table and slid in opposite Kaia, who was still staring into space out of the window. Her bottom lip was pulled between her teeth and Lena could feel Ky's knee bouncing up and down as their legs touched under the table.

"Hey. Kaia." Yelena said gently, placing her hand on her friend's knee. "I got that muffin you wanted." She slid the muffin across the table and watched as Kaia's eyes flickered into focus and she took a deep breath.

"I was beginning to think you'd forget." She joked, taking a sip of her coffee and smiling at the taste. Her grin was slightly forced and Yelena could tell it didn't quite reach her eyes.

Yelena laughed, her adorable giggle making Kaia smile harder. "Me? Forget? Never." She watched as her best friend slowly picked apart her muffin, breaking it into pieces on the wrapper. "What's going on?"

Kaiiarina sighed. Her anxiety wasn't anything new, and the duo had learned to cope with it really well. Yelena was goofy but always understanding, switching her naturally comedic tone to a more serious one when she needed to. And she was an excellent observer, which definitely came in handy as Kaia usually withdrew into herself whenever anxiety took over.

"Oh nothing." She said casually, more so to convince herself than Yelena. "It's just- well, college is a lot."

Yelena knew where this was coming from. They'd spoken about it a few times, but Ky still struggled to wrap her head around it. "Yeah... but it's not different for us."

"Why?" Kaia questioned as she bit into a chunk of muffin. A blueberry exploded on her tongue and sent a fuzzy feeling in her stomach. That's why those muffins were her favourites.

"Because we're still together. And we always will be."

Kaia thought for a moment as she chewed. Yes, they would be together, but they'd also be around Natasha and a bunch of new people they'd never seen before. Plus, they were doing different courses which meant different people, different professors, different buildings, different schedules... it was a lot.

Yelena took her silence as a hint to keep talking. "You're worried about Nat aren't you?"

"No." Kaia snorted. "Well... I'm hoping your sister is too busy to worry about making my life a living hell... but you know..." she trailed off and Yelena smiled, having figured out the root of her worries.

"You'll be fine. Besides, you won't even see her. You have me instead!"

"Hmmm... I wonder which Romanoff-Belova sibling I like best..." Kaia pretended to think long and hard, knowing it would mess with Yelena all too well.

Yelena narrowed her eyes and lined up a blueberry to flick, her lips curling into a pout. "For the sake of your white sweatshirt, you better say me. Or I'm gonna find another roommate."

"Okay Miss 'I breakdown in tears when I'm not around you'. Can't fool me Belova.". A smug expression crossed Kaia's face and Yelena huffed, sinking into the soft leather seat as she tossed the blueberry into her mouth and chomped on it with force.

"I hate you." She mumbled, glaring around the half empty coffee shop as her arms folded across her chest and one foot came to rest on the maroon seat.

Kaia chuckled at her childish behaviour, expecting nothing less. "No you don't."

With her infamous pout and inability to look her friend in the eye, Yelena answered "Yes I do" whilst eyeing up the baristas working quickly behind the counter, taking drive-thru orders as they drizzled caramel onto several frappuccinos.

"Okay then. See you around." Kaia grabbed her keys and iced latte and made a move to stand up from the booth, before Yelena put her leg on her seat so she couldn't get out. "No wait! I need a lift!"

Kaia sat down with a scoff. "Wow... so you are using me!"

"Yeah I am." Yelena said with no shame with a mouth full of muffin. "What about it?"

"Remind me why I'm friends with you again?"

"Because you need someone with good music taste to test your car speakers. And someone to bring banners to your dance recitals." A cheeky glint shone in Yelena's eyes as Kaia groaned, her head falling into her hands at the memory.

"No! Never again." She peeked through her fingers to see her best friend sniggering, to which she kicked her rather hard in the shin, earning a pained yelp from the blonde. "You may find it hilarious, but I will never live that down. I almost got kicked off the team for that!"

Yelena rolled her eyes. "Oh shut up. Natty was only jealous because I didn't make her a sign. She would never kick you off. You're too good. They need you to win." She was right. Kaia was unbelievably talented, although she would never admit it.

One of the many things the girls had in common was their dedication. When they wanted something, they were some of the most driven teenagers around. Both sets of parents were proud, although Yelena's showed it a lot more than Kaia's did. Her's seemed to think that the money they gave her was enough to make up to the detached and cold behaviour they showed towards her and her brother. But it just brought the siblings closer than they ever would be.

"We have 3 months until college. What the fuck are we gonna do?" Yelena asked, slurping the last of her coffee. It seemed like a hell of a long time to sit around stressing, which is what Kaia would do.

"We need to buy stuff for our dorm. And I want to go to the beach."

"Okay Ky that's boring stuff. I'm talking sleeping under the stars, going to haunted houses, days at the lake, getting drunk whenever we want! We have all this time and no pressure to do anything. We can't waste it!"

Kaia chewed on her lip before smiling. The sun as shining and it was warm. Perfect May summer weather. "Okay fuck it. Lake day?" She asked, grabbing her keys and adjusting her sunglasses on her head.

"I love you!"

They dumped their trash and ran out to the car, jumping in before racing home to collect their stuff. Kaia's parents weren't home (surprise surprise) so she didn't need to ask permission from anyone. And Yelena never asked permission She was 18 and frankly Melina and Alexei trusted her enough for her to do what she wanted.

"First day of stress free summer is about to commence!" Yelena announced when they were both back in the car. The electric guitar intro of 'Sweet Child O'Mine' blared through the tesla speakers as they pulled out of the driveway and it suddenly felt real.

It was summer.

They were going to college.

Together.

10 year old Kaiiarina and Yelena would be proud.

#natasha romanoff #natasha romanoff x reader #yelena belova x female reader #fanfic #marvel #college au #kaya speaks!#natasha romanoff x o!c #wattpad #bucky barnes #yelena belova #mcu

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𝐌𝐨𝐫𝐚𝐥 𝐎𝐟 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐩𝐭. 𝟒

Genre: ♡ Fluff | ♤ Angst | ♞ Hurt/Comfort

Warnings: Unrequited/requited love, yelling, mean Wanda, mean Yelena, if there's anything else please let me know.

Pairing: AU Wanda Maximoff x Fem!Reader

Summary: Nothing hurts more than falling in love with your best friend.

Words: 6,395

PS. I've tagged everyone on my taglist but most of y'all can't be tagged.

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Wanda Maximoff

"What do you mean she left?" Wanda asks Yelena who stepped past her sister and Steve to get closer to the brunette.

"She left because of you," the younger Russian repeats with venom laced in her tone. Bucky gets up from his spot on the couch and steps in front of Yelena to stop her from coming any closer to Wanda.

"Yelena, don't," Bucky warns to which the blonde scoffs at. "Don't what? Tell her the truth? Because that played out well so far, didn't it?"

"You know it isn't just about her. You're looking for someone to blame and maybe she's partially at fault but it doesn't mean you get to dump all your resentment towards her," Bucky tells her. If it was anybody else who dare speak to her in such a way, they probably would have gotten a slap right across the face. But it was Bucky, who was the only person besides Natasha and Y/n who she allowed to speak to her in such a way.

Yelena rolls her eyes before crossing her arms over her chest, looking up at the man who's standing in her way to rip the Sokovian a new one and if he thinks he can stop her then he's a fool.

"My resentment towards a certain Sokovian in this room isn't just about today. It's about everything she's done, directly or indirectly to Y/n in the last year. If Kate, who's the most oblivious out of all of us, can pick out the number of times Y/n got hurt by the Sokovian then Wanda should at least know that her actions towards her so-called best friend were impacting her in a negative way. And ultimately, if Y/n was to listen to anyone telling her to stay it would have been Wanda she'd listen to but Wanda did the opposite, didn't she? She pushed and prodded Y/n so much that Y/n felt as if this was the best decision for all parties. So no. I will not spare Wanda Maximoff my damn resentment because she deserves it." Yelena lays out as if the brunette wasn't in the same room as her.

Yelena sidesteps Bucky and walks up to Wanda getting up to her face, to which the brunette didn't stand back from.

"You're a fool," Wanda swallows at Yelena's bitter quiet but strong words. "And I don't know what she ever saw in you," Yelena tried to walk past her with an aggressive bump of their shoulders but Wanda grabs Yelena's bicep tightly before she can walk further.

The room goes eary quiet and no one knows what to say. Yelena glances at Wanda's grip and Natasha takes a cautious step toward the two while the rest watch in anticipation of what's to come next.

Wanda's mind is reeling. Y/n left. She's gone and she didn't even get a proper goodbye. Just like that, she disappeared into thin air.

"A walk? Anyone?" Kate suddenly throws out in the air after fidgeting uncomfortably through the silence.

"Get your hand off of me," Yelena dangerously warns Wanda but the brunette only stares at the side of her face. After a long few seconds of nothing, Natasha takes another step closer after noticing Yelena fisting her hands.

"You're wrong," Wanda spits out evenly in a low tone but clear enough for everyone to pick up on while she lets go of Yelena's arm.

"Oh yeah? About what?" Yelena turns around to come face to face with the brunette once again.

"She wouldn't have listened to me," Wanda shrugs nonchalantly but it was clear in her face that she was only trying to hide her anger.

"You're more stupider than I thought," Yelena throws out shaking her head in disbelief.

"And why is that, Yelena? You're here all up on my face, but you truly don't know shit," Wanda spits out, accenting her remark with a slight head tilt.

"If I were you, I'd shut up," Yelena growls at the brunette as she closes the gap between them, chest touching, nose flaring, and eyes sending daggers to the other. "Years, Wanda. Years she had to sit back in pain watching you. Years of her sacrificing everything for you. Years of making sure you were always happy. Years of putting you before her. And how did you pay her back? How did you show her your appreciation? By forgetting your traditions? Traditions that y'all have done for years. Traditions that Y/n made sure she was to never miss, cancelling everything and everyone just to make sure she made it to you."

Yelena takes another harsh step forward resulting in her chest pushing Wanda back a few steps but this display of aggression didn't falter Wanda's stance. "You forgot her at the roof. You forgot your brunch dates. You forgot Y/n's second birthday," now that last one knocked Wanda's breath out of her chest.

"She got you that stupid fucking dark hold book. She saved up her paycheques to make sure she got you that damn book but she sacrificed all that and gave Vision the credit because why? Because she wanted to see that stupid ass smile on your face. And after all that, you still continue to forget about her. You're a selfish asshole who doesn't care about anything and anyone around her but herself. She fucking worshipped where you fucking walked and you choose to continue to be oblivious, making out with your stupid little boyfriend in front of her whenever you can. She wanted to get away from you! It's because of you why she fucking left!" Yelena yells bringing her hands up to push the sokovian's shoulders back and at this point everyone was on their feet, ready to stop a fight from happening.

To everyone's surprise, Wanda catches both Yelena's wrists before she got pushed back and she ends up pushing the younger Russian back instead. "You think you know shit?!" Wanda yells and as if the tables were turned, it was now the brunette who charges forward the Russian.

"Okay miss knows it all, did you fucking know that I did confess my feelings to her this morning?!" Wanda throws out and the revelation earns a gasp from anyone. "Did you know that she claims that she fucking loves me back but when I asked her to stay and she still chose to fucking leave?!"

Yelena shakes her head in denial with a frown on her face, "Y/n wouldn't have said no to you."

"Well, then I guess you don't know Y/n as well as you thought you do, huh?" Wanda chuckles dryly, "all this time you thought she'd sacrifice it for me? All this time you thought she'd pick me, yet here she is, gone after I confessed to her that I'm fucking in love with her. I offered to go with her Yelena and she fucking told me no. She told me she didn't want me."

Wanda steps up to Yelena's face, "get it through your head that Y/n didn't choose me. Get it through your head that Y/n still chose to leave."

Yelena being Yelena, always wanting to get the last word in, doesn't back down. With an all-calm voice, Yelena says, "in that case, good for her. She's finally putting herself before you after years of putting you before her. It's time you do the same."

...

Wanda comes stumbling through her door at half past 2 am, "fuck you, fuck you, I hate you. I never want to see you ever again Y/n," the brunette yells to her phone.

"That's enough," Natasha says making herself known to the brunette who jumps at her voice. "Who let you in here?" Wanda asks confused as she slams her front door with her back, leaning on it for support right after. Natasha wonders for a second how this Sokovian hasn't gotten any noise complaints from her neighbours, as this scene has happened almost every day since Y/n left three weeks ago.

"I have a spare key to your apartment remember?" Natasha lightly reminds her, knowing that Wanda probably won't even remember this by the morning as she complains about a killer hangover.

Natasha walks over to the nearly blacked-out drunk brunette before quickly taking her phone and hanging up on Y/n. "Hey! I wasn't done yelling at her," Wanda yells as she tries reaching for her phone only to stumble forward and if it weren't for Natasha catching her, she would have planted face first to the ground resulting in an ugly bruise on her face.

"Yeah well, I said you're done. Bed," Natasha orders while she helps the brunette to her room. "You know that key was only for emergencies," Wanda mumbles and stumbles to her room despite Natasha's support.

"And you being out past 1 am a Wednesday getting close to blacked-out drunk is an emergency. This can't go on for any longer Wanda, this is unhealthy." Natasha reprimands her.

"Blame your sister for kissing me, leaving me, and breaking my heart," Wanda says before she falls on her bed and not even a second later knocks out. Natasha grumbles before she starts helping Wanda into comfier clothing.

...

"Where is Wanda?" Sam asks the group whilst starting the hand out of barbequed hotdogs to the group for their monthly friends' reunion.

"Late as per usual," Yelena mumbles as she squirts hot sauce all over her hotdog.

"Have you talked to her?" Bucky asks. "No."

"Yelena it's been months since y'all went at it with each other. You should just sit and talk because this is getting ridiculous," Bucky scolds her.

"Well then she can come to me and talk if she wants to talk," Yelena says as she rolls her eyes while Natasha shakes her head at her younger sister.

"You know she won't do that. Plus, what you did was uncalled for," Steve comments fitting the description of being the peacekeeper of the group.

"She asked for it," Yelena shrugs which earns a glare from the peacekeeper himself and before Steve can answer, Sam's front door opens revealing Wanda.

"Holy shit, what did you do?" Tony asks loudly which gets everyone's attention. Wanda shrugs "what's the rite of passage?" Wanda asks Sam who's hosting this month's reunion. "Jello-shot," he smiles cheekily before Wanda takes one of the cups and quickly downs it making a face once she tastes the straight Jello tequila.

"You dyed your hair red? Why?" Tony asks. "What you don't like it?" Wanda tilts her head with the question but Tony chooses stupid this time around and answers her rhetorical question. "No, I don't."

"Don't anger the beast," Sam says through a cough before walking away which makes Wanda rolls her eyes in annoyance.

That's Wanda for you who's been acting out since Y/n left a few months ago. The former brunette is now easily annoyed, easily angered, short fuse, and simply does not give a fuck about anything and anybody else.

"How's your dream job?" Steve asks instead, sensing the clear annoyance of the newly red-headed Sokovian. "Well it's my dream job, so I'm loving it a lot," Wanda says half sarcastically but sighs when she notices Steve's genuine curiosity. "It's going great, my manager is amazing, my colleagues are great, the company is great, and I'm truly having fun."

"That's what I like to hear," Pietro comments suddenly coming out of nowhere and ruffling up her nicely done hair which then earns him a big ole slap on the arm.

"So are you late from your pussy appointment?" Yelena says from the balcony door. "You know Yelena, maybe you need to schedule some sex appointment for yourself. I know people and you seem like you need to get laid," Wanda shoots out.

That's another thing Wanda started doing after Y/n left, one-night stands. It's almost rare for Wanda to get through a whole week without at least having two one-night stands. And no matter how many times she got scolded by her friends, she continues to do it to the point that no one says anything anymore.

"Yelena," Bucky says as a warning when he sees the blonde about to make another remark. Instead the Russian rolls her eyes at Bucky before stepping out the balcony to tend to the barbeque that was still cooking.

Natasha shakes her head at the two, something she's been doing a lot lately. "You two need to sort your shit out with each other. It's getting old," she comments as she passes the Sokovian on her way to the kitchen.

"Enough of that, shots anyone?" Tony yells through the apartment.

"Can I do a chaser?" Kate asks and Clint pats her back with a chuckle, "oh Kate."

"Is that a yes?" Kate stutters out.

...

A few weeks passed since the last friends' reunion and Wanda is currently doing a deep clean of her apartment when she comes across an envelope underneath her bed. She furrows her eyebrows wondering what could be inside the envelope, she turns it over to come face to face with her name nicely written on the front of the envelope.

She freezes immediately knowing whose penmanship that was from. Her frown grows trying to remember when she could have possibly received a letter from Y/n and as she was about to open the envelope, a knock comes booming on her front door. She jumps at the sound and drops the envelope to the ground.

She picks up the envelope contemplating if she should throw it out or actually open it but before she can even make a decision another set of knocks comes through her front door.

"I'm coming!" she yells out before quickly placing the envelope on her bedside table. She makes her way to the door and looks through the peephole only to come face to face with one of the people she did not expect to be standing in front of her door.

Wanda opens the door with a puzzled look on her face, "Yelena?"

"Hi."

...

Y/n Y/l/n

Y/n sighs heavily once she steps through her front door, she drops her purse and keys on the table by the door before locking it behind her. Her first week at her job was a whirlwind of many emotions and she's starting to think that maybe she should start investing in a therapist.

Y/n was absolutely thrilled to be starting her dream job but it was hard for her to celebrate that win with how everything went down back home. A part of her feels guilty for leaving her friends, scratch that, her family and she's honestly been feeling some intense waves of homesickness but that's something she'd never tell her friends since she feels she doesn't have the right to feel those.

Then let's not mention how everything with Wanda had gone down. That was not how she planned to tell the Sokovian of her feelings and she feels like a dick for not further explaining herself. But then again, the letter that she had left for the Sokovian should explain everything going through her head, that's if Wanda reads it.

On top of that, Sam had face-timed her the day after she landed to tell her what had gone down at the party after she left. He told her how Wanda and Yelena went at it and how everyone was sure someone was walking away with some sort of injury, but gladly no one did.

Y/n wanted to call Yelena or Natasha right after that but she felt that maybe, letting them call her when they were ready is a better option. She's sure that the sisters are probably upset with her for not telling them about the revelation that had happened between her and Wanda that day. So ultimately, she decided that she'll let them cool off and wait till they call her instead.

A week later, Y/n finally gets a facetime call from Yelena. Y/n reaches over to mute her TV while answering the facetime call, "hello sestra," Y/n answers with a smile.

"I'm mad at you," Yelena says and Y/n's smirk grows a little, "I know that you are."

"Well I was, I'm over it now," Yelena deflates with a pout. "Although now that I'm not mad, I'm hurt that you didn't tell me."

Y/n sighs a little and takes a sip of her red wine, "I'm sorry Yelena. There was so much going on in my head that day, you knew that. Plus, whatever happened between Wanda and I was not my intention at all. I went there and before I can even try to confess about my leave, she blurted out about her feelings and then I followed after," she explains scratching her eyebrows.

"She started kissing me but I had to cut it off to tell her about the job. And it was just all shitty. And everyone was sad, and I was sad, and I knew that if I let myself process and feel everything, there would be a great chance of me not following through with my decision. So it was poker face until I was up in the air where I didn't have the chance to turn around."

Y/n bites her lips looking at Yelena softly, "I'm sorry that I didn't have it in me to tell you or Natasha. To be honest with you, I'm just coming around to accepting and understanding what actually went down that day."

"Hey, it's okay. I completely understand that. I don't blame you really, but a heads up would have been nice," Yelena mutters the last part but Y/n still heard it and started laughing. "Heads up before you ripped her apart at the party?"

Yelena groans, "she was asking for it! And she just pushed all the right buttons so it all came out. It's fine, I still got the last words." Y/n chuckles at that, "of course you did. Where's Nat?"

"She's at work. She'll be home in half an hour, don't worry, she's not mad at you anymore."

"Oh thank god for that."

...

"You know what, I'm glad you aren't here. I'm glad you left. I never want to fucking see you again, you're parents were right about you, you know?! I can't believe I spent so many years trying to tell you otherwise when they were right all along!" Wanda yells through the phone and Y/n stares at the phone on the coffee table, that's been left on speaker.

This was the third week into Y/n moving away and these types of calls happened almost every night. Y/n knows that she could easily ignore it and not pick it up, but it's Wanda, how can she not? So she sits through a 30-minute to an hour-long phone call every night where Wanda just yells at her. Y/n can tell how drunk Wanda really is during every phone call, she's 99.9% sure that Wanda has never called her sober these last few weeks. It makes Y/n question if the brunette even remembers these phone calls.

Y/n can hear Wanda stumbling through a door, "fuck you, fuck you, I hate you. I never want to see you ever again Y/n," the brunette yells to her phone yet again.

"That's enough," she hears Natasha say and she can only guess how surprised the brunette was. "Who let you in here?" Wanda asks seemingly confused as Y/n hears the door slam shut. At least Y/n can now relax a bit knowing Wanda made it home safely.

"I have a spare key to your apartment remember?" Natasha lightly reminds her. Y/n hears some shuffling on the other side of the phone before the line cuts off. Y/n turns on her back, staring up at the ceiling and letting out a loud sigh.

Y/n almost booked a flight ticket after the third drunken call Wanda made to her, she was ready to come back and make this all better knowing that she could. But she thought about the real deep reasoning as to why she even took this job in the first place.

It was never about the title or the company and it was never about anything anyone ever guessed. Y/n took the job to prove her parents wrong. Y/n moved across the country to prove to herself that what was engraved in her mind was never true and it would never be her reality. Wanda had helped Y/n all these years to start believing that she was not what her parents told her she was. But now hearing Wanda say that she believed her parents were right all along was a massive knife struck through her heart.

This proves to her that she was never enough for Wanda and she definitely would never be if she had decided to stay in New York. Y/n took the opportunity to turn her life around and prove to everyone, her parents, herself, and especially Wanda, that she can do it. She can reach more than the limitations her parents had put around her, she's enough, and she's worth it.

...

"Boo!" Y/n yells and clutches her chest while she shuts her eyes tightly. She can hear muffled laughing in front of her from a pair of familiar-sounding voices. Y/n tries to get her breathing in a normal pattern once again but the stressful week she just had at work did not help.

All she wanted to do was to come home, have a glass, or two, or maybe a full bottle of wine while she binges on Friends. But from the sound of it, that won't be happening tonight.

She opens her eyes and sends daggers at the two people who almost caused her to have a heart attack. Y/n closes her front door behind her and locks it before throwing her keys toward the two who were on the ground dying of laughter, "you idiots!"

"You should have seen your face," Yelena laughs out loud while Pietro nods in agreement. "Damn it, why didn't we record that," add Yelena who was laying on the floor wiping her tears.

"Actually, I'm smarter than you so I did record it and it will be sent to the group chat ASAP," Pietro smirks over at Yelena and Y/n only groans in response. "Don't you dare send that, I swear to god," Y/n threatens while she puts her purse down and takes her shoes and coat off.

"What? You're going to yell like you just did?" Pietro mocks and it sends Yelena into another fit of laughter. "Ha ha ha, you're so funny really. I'm dying," Y/n deadpans.

"What are you two doing here anyway? And how the hell did you even get in my apartment?" Y/n asks while making her way to the kitchen to check what she can make for dinner.

"We have our ways. Plus, we're here because it's been 6 months since we last saw you and from the looks of it, you weren't going to initiate inviting us over so we took matters into our own hands," Yelena explains smugly making Y/n roll her eyes while trying to refrain from smiling at her friend's thoughtfulness.

"A heads up would have been nice," Y/n says in faux annoyance. "Well then it wouldn't be a surprise and we wouldn't have caught that amazing video," Pietro throws back.

...

"Dang, that was so good. Since when did you get good at cooking?" Pietro says before he slouches back on his chair, chewing his last bite. Y/n chuckles as she wipes her mouth with a napkin, "how rude. I've always been good at cooking. But I guess I really started branching out with my cooking here. There's really nothing else I can do so," Y/n finishes with a shrug right before she picks up her glass of wine.

"Which by the way, you never talk about. So how is it really? Do you like it here? Do you see yourself staying here?" Yelena asks, now turning her full attention on her sister-like best friend.

Y/n swallows her wine as well as the nerves that those questions brought her. This was something she's been heavily thinking about for the last months. Was this a place she want to be growing old in? She made a couple of friends from work but this place never made her feel at home the way New York did. Y/n felt as if she was truly only here for work and nothing else. She comes home, makes dinner, relaxes, showers, then bed, and this has been her routine since day one.

Y/n's half-year check-in with her bosses is coming up and so this has been something that she's been asking herself. But as much as she wants to be as truthful as she can be with her friends and family, she knows that she has to pick and choose her words carefully because it's detrimental that she makes this decision on her own.

"I mean, it doesn't feel like back home. I'll tell you that," she chuckles dryly. Her cryptic response makes Yelena narrow her eyes at her, "care to elaborate?" the blonde Russian tries.

"New York is home, it always was and it will always be, you know?" Y/n shrugs swallowing her emotions down, "I don't know anyone here, my friends and my family are back home. It still needs some time getting used to."

"So why not go back home?" Y/n sends Yelena a pointed look before getting up and gathering their plates together. "No, I'm serious. If you feel like you have a horrible life here, then why not just go back home? You have 6 months of experience in this position under your belt, I'm sure it'll be easy for you to get the same position with another amazing company that could possibly be in New York." Pietro was the one who sends Yelena a look this time around.

"First, I never said my life was horrible here. Second, it's not that easy," Y/n replies as she busies herself with filling up the dishwasher.

"How can it not be that-" Yelena tries but Y/n cuts her off sharply, "Yelena. Are you here to pester me about this or are you here to spend some true time with me?"

Yelena sighs almost guiltily, "the latter."

"So drop it."

...

"Oh my god, Yelena," Y/n groans as she drops her body on the couch while the blonde whines for a second before knocking out. Pietro laughs behind them while he shakes his head, "Miss Yel over here thinking she can outdrink us both. Ridiculous."

"I told you not to challenge her, idiot," Y/n says as she starts taking Yelena's shoes off and Pietro passes her some sweats for Y/n to change the Russian into. Pietro shrugs before turning around to give the two some privacy, "that's what she gets for challenging me first."

Y/n can't help but chuckle lightly, remembering how Yelena went all up on their faces saying she can outdrink them both combined, "you're so mean."

"This might be a wake-up call for Miss Yel," Pietro jabs again before going into the bathroom to change and get ready for bed himself.

It was the end of the first week of their vacation and Y/n felt bad that she had been way too busy during the week with work that she couldn't take them out anywhere. Therefore, Y/n decided that a night out in the city this Saturday would be nice and it'll be her way to finally show the two around her current city.

Natasha had called them in the middle of the week right before she purchased her plane ticket to come to Seattle for the remainder of Yelena's and Pietro's stay. The redhead told them that she was too jealous of the thought of the two being with Y/n so she impulsively asked for a week off of work to come and visit, then she'll come to fly back to NYC with Thing 1 and Thing 2.

The redheaded Russian will be landing tomorrow, Sunday, and Y/n only hopes that Yelena does not have a nasty hangover in the morning since they all have to wake up at 6 am to pick up Natasha from the airport. Although, they can always leave Yelena to sleep while they pick up Natasha.

Y/n is truly considering leaving the two at home while she goes and picks up her other Russian sister, maybe a time alone with them two would be nice, Yelena surely needs more time to rest. And that was the plan of action she decided on right before she floated to dreamland.

The next morning, Y/n slips out of her apartment at 5:45 am without waking anybody else up. She stops to grab some coffee before she starts her drive to pick her sister up, she didn't have to wait for long before Natasha came rushing out of the airport into her arms.

"Oh my god, I missed you so much," Natasha mumbles into Y/n's hair as she hugs her sister tightly. The moment was so touching that they both couldn't help but get teary, "I missed you so much more," Y/n mumbles back to her.

Natasha then slaps the back of Y/n's shoulder lightly with an accompanying teary chuckle, "then you should call more or better yet come fly out to see me asshole."

Y/n pulls away with her own watery chuckle as she wipes her face, "trust me if I could find time to fly out to you-you know I would in a heartbeat."

Natasha narrows her eyes at her before sighing in contentment, "I know you would. Fuck, come here." Natasha pulls her into another tight hug and after a few minutes they eventually drove off.

"So where are Thing 1 and Thing 2?" Natasha asks while she sips on Y/n's coffee making the latter roll her eyes playfully. "Well, I've been busy all week that I haven't been able to show them around so I thought a night out in the city last night would have been nice. It was an amazing night until Yelena ran her mouth and started stating how she can outdrink Pietro and I combined."

Natasha laughs in disbelief, "let me guess, Pietro told her she can't and they challenged each other."

"Uh huh and about two hours later, Yelena was blacked out drunk that I had to carry her back to the apartment," Y/n states as she shakes her head.

"And Pietro was basically acting sober?" Y/n nods at Natasha's guess. "What an idiot," Y/n couldn't help but laugh.

The two catch up with what's been going on in their personal lives as they drive to Y/n's apartment and Y/n was thankful that she ultimately decided to pick Natasha up on her own. This is what she needed, just normal friends catch up. No teasing, no innuendo, and she knows those types of comments will eventually come throughout the week but she's happy that it isn't how this reunion had started.

The redhead knows enough not to push on particular topics and she knows when the right moments are when to do so. Y/n is equally close with everyone in their friend group, but she does confine in Natasha in more detail including her actual emotional state regarding certain subjects. Natasha was someone Y/n knows she never has to hide from, someone she knows she can truly be 100 percent honest with and not feel like she ever has to walk on eggshells with.

...

Wanda Maximoff

"Pietro, you ready yet?" Wanda asks annoyingly as she knocks at her bathroom where her brother has been getting ready for the last hour. "What does a man have to do in the washroom to get ready for this long?"

Pietro suddenly opens the door with a smug face, "beauty takes time sestra, but it's okay I know you wouldn't know."

Wanda's jaw drops and watches as Pietro walks away from her, "excuse you little shit. Honestly, you've been hanging out with Yelena way too much. She's rubbing off on you."

Pietro chuckles, "I mean we did just get back from vacation so."

The twins start walking out of Wanda's apartment to the elevator, "oh yeah, where did y'all go again?"

"Visited Y/n," Pietro says nonchalantly as he walks into the elevator. The silver-haired man watches as his twin freezes for a moment and only snaps out of it when the doors started to close. Wanda squeezes in right before it closes, "you what?"

"Yelena and I went and visited Y/n for two weeks and Nat joined us for the second week and then the three of us flew back together." Pietro subtly watches his sister's reaction.

"Cool cool," Wanda mutters and Pietro raises an eyebrow, "cool?"

"Yeah, cool." Wanda says with a bite in her tone. "Okay," Pietro shrugs and exits out first once the doors were open again.

Wanda follows her brother while she tries to get a hold of her emotions. She's jealous at the fact that her other friends and her brother got to visit Y/n, meaning that they've been in constant contact with her while Wanda herself hasn't heard anything in months; and she wasn't about to be the one to reach out first.

Although, simultaneously she was still mad at Y/n for breaking her heart and a part of her just don't want to hear about her again. But underneath it all, she knows she just misses her ex-best friend truly.

Wanda never uttered a word again after that until the twins were walking to their parent's grave. It was the twins' parents' death anniversary and every year they come here to celebrate in the first half of the day. It felt weird this year because Y/n usually goes with them to visit their parents since the Maximoff's treated her like they were their own.

"Who? What? Where did those come from?" Wanda asks confused after she spots the nicely decorated potted flowers all around the graves. The twins walk a bit closer and Wanda's confusion only grows tenfold, who put those here? She never ordered flowers for their parents. Pietro lays the bouquet of flowers they brought themselves alongside one of the beautiful potted ones.

"Y/n sent them over," Pietro says softly as he sits on the grass and Wanda's confusion only grows from there, furrowing her eyebrows so deeply that it might just give her a headache. "She what?"

"Come on sestra, just because she isn't in the city doesn't mean she had forgotten about them. You know how much she cares for them and vice versa," Pietro tells the redhead.

"I know, I just, I didn't-" Wanda stutters scratching her eyebrows. The redhead can not for the life of her form a proper sentence due to all of the emotions and feelings rushing around her brain.

"You didn't think she would because in your eyes she's a villain. Yeah, maybe that's something you need to reflect on," Pietro mutters with an eye-roll. He knows the true story. He knows what Y/n had said and how wrong Wanda misheard her. He also knows about the phone calls that Wanda had made drunkenly and all the contents that were said in them. He was going to yell at Wanda for what she said but he realized that she never remembered them the day after.

Pietro can easily tell Wanda about all these and hopefully straighten her up a bit, make her feel better, and not waste so much time hating someone for saying and doing something they never did. But the silver-haired man knows that wasn't his place to say, Y/n also doesn't know that Wanda doesn't remember the phone calls and she also doesn't know that Wanda had completely misheard and misunderstood what she said.

But again, that was their problem and something that they need to figure out together therefore Pietro had always kept his mouth shut although sometimes his sister pushes the wrong buttons like right now.

"Excuse me?" Wanda asks shocked. Pietro sighs shaking his head, this probably was not the time for this, "nothing. This is something we can talk about another time."

"No, tell me what you meant."

Pietro whips his head towards Wanda and the redhead almost stumbles backwards at the fire in his eyes, something that was very rare. "Wanda. We're here for our parents. I'm not going to sit here and converse about this in front of them. So no. We will not be talking about this right now."

Wanda gulps and stares at his brother for a few seconds before sitting down on the grass beside him.

"Remember the first time mama made us watch The Dick Van Dyke show?" Pietro asks her after a few minutes of silence having no trace of fire in his tone.

...

A year after Y/n left New York

Wanda was enjoying her cozy Saturday night in, having The Dick Van Dyke show playing as background noise while reading a book when she heard her phone ping a new message. She quickly glances at her phone to see a message from Yelena on their friends' group chat.

Wanda softly places her book down on her lap to reach over for her phone on the coffee table and her glass of wine. She takes a sip of her glistening white wine while she waits for her phone to unlock to show the message.

The white wine that she was in the middle of swallowing almost choked her when the message came into her view. Wanda reads:

Yel: Guess who we stumbled upon at the airport?

The redhead moves her eyes under the message and sees a clear picture of Y/n with her suitcase.

Y/n's back.

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Getting To Know Somebody Else

SUMMARY — when nothing else felt like home, natasha did. or, all natasha’s ever wanted was to be enough for you

PAIRING — Natasha Romanoff x Reader ( 1.6k )

AUTHORS NOTE — Inspired by enough for you by Olivia Rodrigo. Moved from another blog.

You have Tony Stark to thank for the happiest moments of your life. He doesn’t let you forget it either. His smug expression is practically tattooed on the inside of your eyelids when you try to fall asleep after already dealing with him and his teasing at work for thirteen agonizing hours. His matchmaking skills albeit rusty, and not asked for, have led to a more then complicated relationship with one Ms Natasha Romanoff herself. He’s entirely the kind of person you hate, but find yourself coming back to time and time again, because when he’s not being a pushy asshole, he’s kind. He’d kill you if he ever heard you call him kind.

The Avengers Tower had become a home for the team and yourself quicker then you would’ve expected. Pepper continued to outdo herself with the interior design, though you’d been entirely unimpressed with Tony, who intentionally designed the top floor personally for you and Natasha. Despite his persistent meddling that both you and Natasha were painfully aware of, you made excellent floormates; yet another thing Tony would come to hold over your head.

Until the Avengers Initiative in 2011, you had never experienced living circumstances like sleepaway summer camp or dorming at college. Having a roommate was an adjustment that was a rather intense change, but Natsha made it easy. Even if living in the multi-billion dollar compound was technically nothing like sharing a small wood cabin in the woods, Natasha made it feel that way. You’d come to learn very quickly that despite her rough edges and conditioning, she was entirely soft to the belief that you were never too old to make up for lost time.

The first week in the compound was terrible. Despite the company, you’d never felt so alone. Even if you’d saved the world from aliens with these people, a handful of them were still strangers. You spent more time pacing your bedroom than you did sleeping, and that was evident. Your otherwise easygoing and soft spoken attitude had been replaced with a sass that made Natasha giggle into her cheerios. She found your sleepy attitude funny, cute even. Tony, the one on the receiving end of your blunt response, did not.

Natasha had begun to pick up on your patterns the longer you shared a floor. She wasn’t the heaviest sleeper, and you weren’t the quietest in any regards. You had spent almost an hour exchanging horrible dad jokes with FRIDAY when Natasha came knocking on your bedroom door. She smiled softly at your sleepy eyes and pouty frown, complimented the decor like she hadn’t just shoved her way past you at two in the morning, and then began pulling your bed apart.

Turns out, child assassins don’t get to catch up on the latest animated films in their downtime. You had spent that night into the early afternoon under a blanket fort with Natasha, showing her your favorite Disney movies. She hated almost all of them, but her smile never fell. You hadn’t realized how much that night would change your life.

Natasha was observant. She knew your favorite colors, and your favorite movies within days of listening to you ramble. She could also tell when you weren’t feeling up to yourself, or when you needed a break. Sometimes you hated how observant she was.

The first time she noticed you weren’t yourself, it was a Thursday night. Steve was trying his best to adapt to the twenty-first century and you were with him. He had become a close companion in so little time. Maybe it was because you both felt the most out of place in the compound, even if it was for completely different reasons. Steve was displaced from his time, you weren’t sure how to navigate your feelings for a particular redhead who enjoyed teasing you until you became red faced and shy. Still, Natasha noticed. She had been walking past the common area when she saw you curled in on yourself. She’d come to learn your cues, and this wasn’t any she’d familiarized with. What Natasha didn’t know was that you had a history with anxiety, and it didn’t appreciate how fast your life had been changing lately.

She stole you away from Steve that night, some bullshit excuse about needing a training partner since Tony was away with Pepper for the week. Your relationship hasn’t been the same since. Leading you to this very moment.

Natasha had asked you out. It was late and you were half asleep in her bed, only half focusing on the movie that seemed to never end. She was watching you intensely, and only when you blushed a shade of deep red did she giggle and ask the question that had been on her mind all night. Natasha Romanoff was blunt, but she wasn’t bold. You had answered the question immediately with a shy giggle and a nod, playing with her fingers that had been entangled with yours since you’d joined her in bed a few hours ago. The date wasn’t going to be anything over the top, but what she hinted at was enough to send a clammy chill down your spine.

Tony had laughed when he found out. And his amusement only skyrocketed come the day of your date. He watched you from the other side of the kitchen, looking at your distorted reflection in the stainless steel refrigerator, smoothing over every detail of your appearance until you forced yourself to do it all over again. You had to be perfect for her. You’d been waiting on this moment for years whether you had been aware of it or not. Deep down you knew this is what you’ve always wanted. She was what you’d always wanted.

“Why’s the kid pullin’ her hair out?” Sam laughed, nudging his hip against yours as he passed. Your small family of superheroes was only continuing to grow as enemies attempted to destroy your planet. Sam had been one of the more recent additions along with Wanda. The earlier of the two newbies enjoyed getting on your nerves more than Wanda ever could.

You huffed, spinning around to face your teammates who were failing at containing their amusement. Natasha had stormed out of the compound almost an hour ago, and it was clear that whatever she had planned was getting under her nerves just as easily as it was getting under yours. She’s your best friend. You wished reminding yourself of that made this feeling any easier.

“She’s got a date with Wendy.” Tony mocked, and Bucky tried his hardest to maintain a neutral expression. For an otherwise quiet individual, Bucky Barnes really came to life when it came to messing with you.

“If she heard you calling her Wendy you’d be a dead man, Stark” You reminded the billionaire. For what was probably the hundredth time since you curled your hair, your fingers ran through the no longer tight ringlets that reminded you of how Natasha had styled her hair when you met her all those years ago.

All those years ago when she was just Natalie Rushman. Sometimes you wished you could go back to those days. Everything was less complicated. She was just Natlie. Not Natasha, your partner, your best friend, the woman you never wanted to lose or let go of. When had your life gotten so complicated?

Natasha was waiting for you outside of your favorite pizza place. She had traded in her usual black apparel for something colorful and traditionally feminine. You frowned. That was the first thing that didn’t sit right in your belly.

When she ordered, insisting that she be the one to do it, she hadn’t ordered her favorite pizza. Instead, she had ordered yours. Your heart melted into your already heavy belly when she went to pay. Her nails, that had only ever been painted black or clear, were a disgusting shade of bubblegum pink you know she would’ve never in a million years chosen. You frowned again.

When she walked you back to your room, completing ignoring all the whistling done by your idiotic teammates, you couldn’t keep your worrying to yourself anymore. The independent, headstrong women that you had spent years falling in love with hadn’t been with you once tonight, and you didn’t like whoever was standing beside you.

“Okay, what’s going on, Nat?” You frowned, turning around to face her. Her eyes were dull, lips curved upward into a grin that wasn’t her own. She hadn’t been herself all night.

Natasha frowned, squeezing your hand. “What do you mean?”

“You haven’t been yourself all night.” You raise a hand to her cheek, searching your eyes for any remains of the Natasha you know and love. “You hate regular pizza. You hate the color pink. You hate colors in general. What’s going on? Tonight felt like I was getting to know somebody that isn’t you.”

Natasha’s eyes well with tears and sheepishly she looks away from your concern. She hates that you can make her feel so human. She hates that you reduce her to pointless babbles and blushes by just saying her name. As well as she knows you, she hates that you might know her better. “I just wanted… I wanted to be enough for you.”

“You are always, always enough for me Natasha. God why would you even think that you weren’t? I’m in love with you. Nobody else. Just you. The fact that you would ever think otherwise-” You don’t have the chance to finish. Natasha’s lips are on yours before you can let her know just how much you love her, and your head spins. She’s intoxicating. Her touch, her taste, her smell. You don’t even know your name when she pulls away from your lips.

Her smirk wounds you. Everything in your body melts against hers and it’s like you haven’t just spent three painful hours in a pizzeria wanting to bang your head into the wall. It’s just you and Natasha. And that’s all you’ve ever needed it to be.

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Sweetheart

College!Natasha Romanoff x Female Reader

You’re at a party when your friend’s older sister approaches you. One thing leads to another and you wind up alone with her

Warnings: Smut! 18+ please! Cursing, oral, fingering, daddy kink, dom!natasha

Note: This is spicy lol. Follow my library blog @togrowoldinvlibrary for fic updates! I’m aware a part cuts off on mobile. See the library reblog for more. Enjoy!

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There she is. Standing across the room from you with a beer in her hand is the girl you have had a crush on from the moment you laid eyes on her. Natasha Romanoff.

Everyone’s favorite mystery girl that no one could seem to get with. The hottest guys and the hottest girls had no luck.

You are friends with her sister, Yelena, and there were countless times that people would ask her how to be approach her sister. She would warn them against trying. Nobody ever succeeded.

She catches you looking at her, but instead of shooting you a hard glare, she smirks at you and takes a sip of her drink. You shiver.

“What was that about?” Your friend Kate appears at your side.

“Huh?” You try to play dumb.

“Nat totally checked you out,” she says.

“What? No she didn’t!”

“Sure, okay,” Kate teases. “That’s why she’s coming this way.”

Before you can reply, Kate sneaks off probably to find her girlfriend. And you turn to walk the other direction, but you run directly into a person.

“Hey sweetheart,” Natasha says. She’s called you that since the first night she met you. Yelena had invited you home for the holidays and Nat coined the term for you. The close proximity to her makes your heart pound.

“Oh hey Nat,” you reply, trying your best to sound cool and collected.

“I haven’t seen you in a while,” Nat says. The party is crowded, but it feels like you’re the only two people in the room.

“Yelena has been busy with Kate, so-“

“That’s a shame,” Nat says. She moves closer to you. Her hand comes to your chin and lifts it up. It’s like she’s trying to memorize your face with how intensely she’s staring. “I missed you, pretty girl.”

You open your mouth to speak, but no words come.

“Cute,” she says. Her eyes look from your lips to your eyes and back. You think she just might kiss you when suddenly you’re interrupted. Natasha drops her hand from your face and steps back.

“Hey y/n,” a voice comes from behind you. You turn to see a girl that you’ve been out with a couple of times, but she ended up dating someone else instead.

“Oh hey Wanda,” you say.

“Are you here alone?” Wanda asks. You don’t miss the jealous glance she throws at Natasha.

Nat knows what happened between you and Wanda because Yelena had told her. Secretly, she asks after you often.

“Actually,” the redheaded woman interjects. She wraps an arm around your waist. “She’s with me tonight.”

Wanda is taken back by her words. She gives you a measly smile and walks away.

“What was that for?” You ask Nat once Wanda’s out of earshot.

Nat pulls you by your waist upstairs and into a room where you could hear each other better. She shuts the door behind you.

“Well?”

“She treated you like shit. You can’t fall back into that scheme she does. Sure she’s hot, but it’s not worth it,” Nat explains.

“You don’t get to make that choice for me. I didn’t mind telling her that I was here alone. And do you really think low enough of me that you think I’d fall back into her trap?” You ask her. You’re feeling yourself get angry, but Nat just smiles. You sigh. “What?”

“That is the most I have ever heard you speak,” Natasha says.

You feel heat rush up your neck. The fact that you’re alone here with Nat is finally sinking in.

“Oh, I guess I’m kinda quiet. But I just needed you to not have a bad opinion of me and think I’d try to get with her. She has a boyfriend and I would never,” you explain.

She crosses the room to get closer to you. Once again, she invades your space.

“You’re cute when you ramble,” she says. She’s just inches from your face.

“Natasha,” you say, practically breathless from how close she is. You’ve never seen her this up close before. She’s even more beautiful than you thought.

Nat takes your cheeks in her hands and rubs her thumbs over them.

“You’re gorgeous,” she says. You could shrink under her strong gaze, but you stand tall. “Did you know that?”

“No,” you mumble honestly. You’ve never been one to boast about your appearance.

“Oh that won’t do,” she says. “Can I make you know it?”

You’re not sure what you’re about to agree to, but you want to say yes more than anything in the world.

“Yes please,” your words come out and you feel embarrassed but Natasha doesn’t let that last.

She surges forward and presses a soft kiss to your lips. It feels like it never has before. One of her hands comes to the back of your neck as she deepens the kiss. Her tongue slips into your mouth and your knees actually do go weak. She gives you a break.

“Do you believe it now?” She asks.

“I might need some more convincing,” you try your best attempt at flirting.

Natasha smirks and nudges you onto the bed. She crawls onto it and straddles your waist.

“So you can flirt,” she marvels. She leans down and kisses you once again. Her lips feel even better this time. Soon, her lips find their way onto your neck. You feel her lips, tongue, and teeth against your skin.

“Oh Nat,” you moan out and she smiles against your neck.

“Keep doing that, baby. Tell me what you like,” she says between kisses.

“Okay,” you say.

She stops kissing you and lifts her head up. You take in the sight of her above you. She’s ethereal. Her fingers slip under your shirt hem.

“You’re going to have to answer me better than that,” Natasha commands. You look at her confusedly.

“Um- yes?” You try.

“No. Come on, baby girl, you know what I’m trying to get you to say. Can I take your shirt off?” She feeds you the question.

It hits you then what she means. You’ve not called anyone that before, but it feels right with her here taking such good care of you already.

“Yes daddy,” you say. She smirks.

“Good girl.”

Natasha picks up the pace from there. She takes off your shirt and her own before slipping off your bra as well.

She takes one breast in her hands as she licks your nipple on the other. Nat takes her time worshipping your body. Each second makes you wetter and wetter.

“Let daddy take care of you,” she says as she moves down your legs and unzips your pants, slipping them off expertly.

Nat litters soft kisses to your thighs. Your body is threatening to reach your peak without her even touching you right where you need her.

“Natasha, please,” you can’t help but beg. She stops kissing your thighs and you practically whine at the loss of contact.

“Patience, dorogoy,” she says. You don’t know what it means, but the accent she uses makes you even wetter.

She ghosts a finger over your panties and moans when she feels the wetness through them.

“Did anyone ever touch you like this?”

“No. Only you, daddy,” you answer.

“Where did my shy girl go?” She teases you. You turn red at her words.

She smirks and finally pulls your panties to the side before she slips her fingers through your wetness.

“Fuck,” she mumbles. “All for me.”

“All for you.”

She plunges a finger inside of you and immediately you’re moaning louder. Nat wastes no time adding a couple of more fingers and filling you up.

“You take my fingers so well, sweetheart. Imagine what you’d do to my strap.”

And you do imagine it. You can’t help but want that to happen with her.

“Nat I’m so-“

“Come for me, baby. Come for daddy,” she says.

And you do. You coat her fingers in cum and she works you through every moment of your orgasm.

“Fuck that was so hot,” Natasha says. She brings her fingers to her mouth and licks them.

You watch in awe as she keeps eye contact with you. She smirks and shifts to kiss you. Nat leaves you with a bite to your lip before she slips her fingers into your mouth. You suck on them as she wants you to. Once she relents, you try to take control.

“I want to taste you,” you tell her.

“Oh, do you?” Natasha teases.

“Please daddy.”

“Well, I can’t say no to that.”

She lays on the bed next to you and unhooks her bra. It falls to the side. Your eyes go wide at her breasts.

You move over her and suck on her nipples probably for far too long. But the moans you’re pulling from her are well worth it.

Eventually you move on and take her pants off. You’re careful as you pull them down her legs and she smiles at your softness.

“You’re not going to hurt me, sweetheart,” she says. You take them off. She’s wearing boxers underneath. Your brain is fuzzy as you slip them off of her as well.

“Natasha, you’re so beautiful,” you tell her as she lays there naked. She seems shy for first time.

You wonder if this is why no one ever succeeds in getting with her. She has more layers than you thought.

“Please,” she says.

You don’t tease her like she teased you and instead jump right in. You lick her softly and she pushes your head further into her center.

When you take her clit in your mouth, she moans and you add a finger to work in tandem with your mouth.

“Fuck baby,” she says. “I’m so close.”

“Come for me, daddy,” you say.

You love the taste of her against your tongue as she comes. She relaxes and you move up the bed to lay next to her. Nat turns her head to you and you feel shy again.

“Do you know you’re gorgeous now?” She asks.

In lieu of answering, you kiss her lips ever so softly. It takes all of your confidence, but the way she chases after your lips for another kiss gives you a boost.

“We should probably get back to the party,” she says.

“Yeah,” you agree.

But neither of you make the move to get up.

“Yelena’s gonna kill me,” you wonder out loud.

“Oh god. Please don’t say my sister’s name when I’m naked in bed with you,” Natasha says. She feigns disgust and you grin. “But I won’t let her kill you.”

“Thanks Nat.”

After a few more moments, you both get up and find your clothes.

“You ready?” She asks. It seems like another loaded question. You’re ready for everything with this woman and you hope so much that she’ll indulge you in this fact.

“I am,” you answer.

Nat surprises you when she intertwines her fingers with yours before you exit the room together.

You’re hand in hand with Natasha Romanoff, the woman you’ve been in love with for some time. It’s absolutely perfect.

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Lessons Learned (W.M) Pt. 2

Wanda Maximoff x Fem!Reader

Pairing: Professor!Wanda Maximoff x Student!FemReader (College AU)

Summary:Y/n has been looking forward to this particular class but something unexpected happened on the first day.

Warning 18+ Fluff, angst, a little humor with (maybe) smut in future chapter.

Requested: Yes by @mizzgay

A/n: Hey ya everybody! I'm back with pt. 2 of my newest mini series. This one finished earlier than other fic I wrote. So I will post this while you are waiting for Ch. 65 Lost In Assistance and Pt. 4 of Ten Days got done. Thank you @stonemags and @silver-lotus for helping me brainstorming. Also thank you @thatpersonthatisgenderfluid for helping me with the cool information of Marine Biology that they are expert with. Anyway, enjoy! Happy reading!

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“I wish that you went to Tony’s party. Everybody was there. Bucky was looking for you.” Nat tells you about the party you didn’t go to yesterday as she sinks into your huge bean bag chairs in your room. “Wow, he still doesn’t want to believe that I’m gay, does he?” You laugh a little responding to Nat as you are busy typing on your laptop finishing your homework.

“Well, apparently. Oh, Valkyrie was looking for you too. You know how much she likes you.” Nat adds as she throws your softball up and catches it casually. “Valkyrie? You meant Val? Valkyrie is her full first name?” You turn your head to look at Nat as you ask. She nods as an answer to you. “Sharon was there too. That plastic girl. Everything about her is fake. Oh my God, she throws herself to Steve all..night..long. She’s not good enough for him.” Grimace shows in Nat’s face as she speaks.

“I don’t like her either but you are too overprotective of him.” You comment with your laptop’s keyboard tapping sounds in the background.

“He’s like a brother to me, of course I will be overprotective as much as he is to me. Anyway, I still don’t get why you didn’t go to the party. You could’ve gone but you literally chose homework over a party with me and others.” Her soft raspy voice wraps in disappointment as it reaches your ears.

“It’s not just any homework, Natty. It’s Ms. Maximoff’s homework. She doubled my essay homework.” You retort. “Well, thanks to your know-it-all side. Also, you still have time to submit it and go to the party. Why are you so determined to finish it so fast?" Nat demands your reasoning.

"Because I want to show and prove to her that even though she doubled my homework, I still can finish it even earlier than others can." You gave her a very confident wink as you told her your motive. Well, you actually didn’t tell her the motive BEHIND your motive.

“It seems like you are trying hard to impress her so hard.” The red haired Russian patches a smirk. “Pffft. Me? Of course not.” You declined full heartedly her theory.

“You can tell me, y/n. I actually think that she is your type. Well, I don’t know what you think about older women. But she is smart plus she looks very attractive and last but not least, her accent. You always say that smart is the new sexy.” Nat adds as she does your impression saying the last sentence.

“Ha ha ha. Very funny, Nat. I just want to see her face when I submit the homework tomorrow.”

You can see Nat shakes her head as she rolls her eyes while she jokingly says, “God, you are such a nerd. Sometimes I don’t know how we can even be best friends for so long.”

“I hope she already graded our mini pop quiz from last class and will return it tomorrow because I’m dying to know how I do.” said Nat as she got up. “It was easy, I’m sure we did great. Trust me.” You answer with your eyes glued to the screen as you are busy typing.

“I hope so. Well, I’m gonna go to bed. Good night, nerd.” Nat yawns as she speaks and walks out of the room. “Good night, dork.” You casually reply as you playfully throw crumpled paper to her but she quickly closes your door.

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You knock on Nat’s bathroom door but no answer from her. You can hear her singing mixed with the shower noise. You knock once more and you get the same. You decided to slowly open the door and peak your head in a little, hoping that she will hear you that way. “Nat, sorry, I gotta go now. I’ll see you in class, okay?”

You finally get her attention and she peaks her head out of the shower curtain, all puzzled with what you just said. “Wait, what? Why in a rush? Everything okay? I’m almost done and I can be ready fast if you want.”

“No. No. It’s okay. My printer is broken. So I gotta go print my homework at the library. I gotta go, see you in class. Bye!” You explain in a rush and quickly close the door so Nat won’t get any chance to ask more details.

“Y/n?! Y/n?!” She tries to call you behind her shower curtain but silence is all she gets. Her mind keeps thinking that you are acting weird and there is something behind all that. She is right. There’s nothing wrong with your printer. Little does she know, you were just trying to find an excuse to go to the class early, alone. Yes, alone. So you can leave another note for Wanda before class.

Just like you did before, you carefully and quietly sneak into the empty class. You didn’t forget to check your surroundings before you proceed with your actions. Your heart beats nervously making your body feel cold as you slowly feel edgy. You cautiously grab the note and put it on the same visible spot of her desk. You rapidly walk out of the classroom, you feel relieved that nobody saw you. Your steps no longer feel heavy. You look at the time and you go to the bathroom nearby to calm yourself down despite the relief feelings you have right now then reply to Nat's text, telling her where you are at.

After you are done and leave the bathroom, you casually (well, at least you try to) walk back to the class. You see through the small window on the door that some students are already inside

All of a sudden you feel a slap to the back of your head as you pull the door. It wasn’t too hard but enough to startle you pretty bad. You instantly turn your head back in surprised annoyance. “Jesus! Nat. Why the hell did you do that? You scared the shit out of me.” You slip in a complaint tone in your question.

“Geez, why are you so jumpy? You are jumpy when you lie or do something bad. What did you do?” She asks in surprise as she follows you walking into the class. “I didn’t do anything and I-I’m not jumpy. You startled me with your unnecessary hard slap on my head. Who wouldn’t be jumpy when they got slapped like that?” You retort.

“Well you deserve that, you left me this morning. Why didn’t you wait? I told you I was almost done and would be ready soon.” Nat answers as both of you sit at the same exact desk on the back row.

“I already told you why I have to leave. I had to print my homework, that’s all.” You avoid eye contact with her and as your best friend she easily notices that. “I don’t know. Something is up.” She raises a brow.

“What did you mean, Nat? What’s up?” Vision’s voice came out of nowhere just right on time when you were going to respond to Nat’s suspicion. “Yeah, y/n? What’s up?” Tony asks. Both of them look at both of you as they are comfortably sitting next to the both of you. “Nothing, nothing is up. Oh by the way, guess who finished the double homework last night? Me!” You are internally so relieved after finding a way to distract your three friends away from asking you more questions as you pull out your printed homework out of your bag.

“Wow! That was fast. Let me see?” Tony grabs it from your hand but not for so long. You quickly pull it away from him but Vision sneakily steals it from you. “Give me that!” You try to take it back and both Tony and Vision laugh.

“Okay. Okay. Guys, stop it. Look who’s here.” Nat alerts the three of you and Vision voluntarily gives you back your homework. The class turns silent respectfully the second Wanda walks into the class.

“Hello again, class.” Wanda greets then the class returns her with overlaps greetings. You have no idea why your heart feels like it bursts out insanely inside your chest as soon as you see Wanda. Your eyes refuse to leave the view of her doing her thing as she is getting ready for today’s lecture.

The anticipation is killing you. You try to keep a cool calm face but internally, you are a mess. You wish you could fast forward the time so Wanda sees the note. You don’t know if it’s just you but it seems like she moves in slow motion. Yes, that’s how much you want her to notice the note so she can read it already. Everything and everybody seems to move so slow.

Wanda secretly feels like being watched and weirdly her eyes subconsciously search for you right away as if they know that it was you who stared at her. Her instinct was right. She caught you staring at her but the bad impressions she has been getting from you only make her not a fan of yours even more. Without a doubt she averts her gaze away from your own.

Her indignation is soon enough soothed when she sees the same looking piece of note from the last one. Honestly, it excites her. She tries to be as discreet as she can, stopping everything she was doing to sit down and read it.

“Your warm smile is as hypnotizing as a love spell. Like magnets, your soft green eyes pull me into euphoria as if I'm completely under your trance.”

Wanda can’t hold back her own smile to show up. She almost forgot for a few seconds that she was in front of her students. If she is alone, she would sit longer adoring the sweetness from the note. She doesn’t even know who wrote this but she has butterflies in her stomach reading it. She feels giddy, joy dances through her heart.

Meanwhile, you could’ve sworn that you saw a blush slowly show up on her cheeks and you can’t describe how happy you feel. All the rush feelings were worth it after you caught that smile on her.

You come back from your daze when Wanda’s voice dances through your ear and flows straight to your heart as she starts today’s lecture.

Wanda starts the lecture like usual, teaches the subject passionately. The more you pay attention to her, the more the butterflies in your stomach go crazy. You even wonder how she is in a class as a student or how it is to be her friend.

Every now and then Wanda glances at you and when that happens sometimes you forget what you were about to write in your notebook. She never looks at you for more than five seconds unless you ask her questions or if it’s necessary.

As the time slowly betrayed you and reminded you that today's class is almost over, you notice that she takes a seat and pulls out a small stack of papers. “Okay, before this class is over today, I have good news. Next meeting, it’s gonna be at LAB 616, we will study some fish, its anatomy. Trust me, we are gonna have fun..” the class cheers as soon as Wanda announces her next class’s plan with excitement followed by a little laugh. Just like that, her little laugh easily traps you in adoration of her. You never knew that someone’s laugh can be so attractive to you until you hear hers.

“Also, I have your pop quiz graded so I’ll call your name, come pick it up and you are good to go for today.” She continues her last announcement before she starts to call her students one by one to hand their quiz back.

There are only a few students left, even Tony and Vision already got theirs but they stay near the door to wait for you and Nat. You don’t know why you get nervous more and more the longer you wait. Questions start to pop all over your mind randomly. Why hasn’t she called you yet? Are you gonna be the last one? If yeah, did she do it on purpose? Why does it seem that she doesn't like me that much? Thoughts and questions roaming around in your mind.

"Natasha." Wanda calls as she looks right away to your and Nat’s direction. She sure remembers exactly where you and your friends sit. You see Nat walking away from you and quickly swift her steps to take her pop quiz result. Then finally, your name slips out of her lips and you just love to hear it. Your name wrapped with her accent is the new combination you never knew you needed to hear. Your lips suppress the smile that is fighting to come out and it ends up coming out as an awkward smile.

As you get closer to her desk, Nat comes back and says “Uh, I’m sorry Ms. Maximoff, this isn’t mine. It’s the other Natasha’s in this class. My last name is Romanoff.” She hands back the paper to Wanda. You halt your steps and watch what is going on.

“Oh, I’m sorry. Let me find yours and make sure that I put your grade correctly in my file.” Wanda takes the paper back and does what she needs to do. As Nat is waiting, her eyes accidentally catch something that’s laid on the table. YOUR LOVE NOTE. Yes, Nat sees it and Wanda doesn’t even realize that.

Surprised, she quickly turned her head away a little bit but of course it’s not for that long. She lays her eyes back on the note. Nat easily recognizes that it’s your handwriting. Taking the same classes with you pretty much almost every semester has its own perks. Both of you have been sharing notes with each other therefore she knows your handwriting very well.

“Okay, here you go. Good job. Keep up the good work.” Wanda’s voice alerts Nat to stop looking at the note and she takes the paper. “Thank you, Ms. Maximoff.” with that she walks away as she checks out her paper.

You take a few steps closer in front of Wanda’s desk. “Y/n, here’s yours. Nice work.” Your heart skittered taking the compliment from her. She looks up to you for a few seconds then looks back down to what she was doing. She notices that you are still standing in front of her. “Uh-excuse me, Ms. Maximoff.” You said as soon as you noticed something.

Wanda takes a deep breath and answers. “Yes, y/n? Is there a problem?”

“Yes. Something wrong on number five.” You answer her as you show her your paper and point at number 5 question. Wanda looks at it and then looks at you as she says "The only thing that's wrong in it is your answer." Cold and flat was her tone, let alone her gaze at you was so intimidating. It makes you want to run from it but stay at the same time to adore her striking green eyes but of course, all you can and want to do right now is to disagree with her.

"Wait, what? Are you serious?" You ask in disbelief.

"Do I look like I'm joking? The question is why orcas hunt great white sharks and your answer is wrong." Her words and her tone gives a chill on your spine but somehow you like it. Okay..okay. You have to focus on the question and your answer on number 5.

"Wrong? Ms. Maximoff, with all due respect, my answer is not wrong. Everybody who are in this study knows that orcas hunt great white sharks for fun." You quickly tackle her words.

"Yes, at some point but it was years ago. Then after that, it was proven that they hunt great white sharks for their liver. Perhaps you forgot about that? Or maybe you don't know about it?" Wanda explains and asks you at the same time with a tone that makes you realize that you are actually wrong.

Shit. Yes, shit. That's what's on your mind now. You are embarrassed that you can't form any words.

"Did I ring any bells? Orcas target their liver because it has a lot of nutrients. Their liver provides oil and fat and it's a very valuable source for orcas. It's written in Mr. Fury's book as well." Wanda adds, followed by a victorious smile. Seeing your facial expression, she knows she got you this time.

And you, you are a mess inside. You hate it when you are wrong in front of her. That smile, it makes you feel more embarrassed yet flustered at the same time. The wave of her dirty blonde hair, the sharp jade eyes that feels like dagger stabs right to your heart and then you are soothed by her smile.

Seeing her explains things about your favorite subject right in front of you really makes her so much more attractive. She is definitely the definition of smart is the new sexy.

"I-uh- my apology, Ms Maximoff. You were right, I totally forgot about it." You stuttered from your embarrassment and her beauty.

Wanda stops what she was doing as she looks up to you for a few seconds. She is surprised that you admit that she is right, even apologized. There’s a pinch of thought in her that thinks that you are probably not as bad as the first impression you gave her. Of course she won’t show that thought like in an open book. She looks at you, clearing her throat and says “Well, okay then. I have to call the rest of the students so they can go home. See you in the next class.” She keeps her professionalism on point then gives the slightest smile to you.

You heard everything she said but boy oh boy, all those embarrassment and awkwardness of you stupidly complaint are worth it just to see her small smile right in front of you. Your brain has a little short circuit that you just stand there until she calls your name again. “Y/n?”

“Uh-y-yeah?” You stuttered. Wanda looks confused and you look stupidly frozen. Then Natasha came to the rescue. “Y/n, aren’t you gonna submit it today?” Nat gives you a sign through her question to you as she raises up her eyebrows. Wanda’s eyes flick between you and Nat then back to you. “Submit what, y/n?” The Sokovian professor asks.

“Oh. Oh. Y-yeah, right. Uh. I have it right..here.” As soon as you realize, you grab into your bag and pull out your printed essay shortly before you present it to Wanda with a proud smile. “Y/n, what’s this?”

“It’s the essay homework. 2510 words and I got it done early and want to submit it to you today.” Your proud tone was definitely heard by her.

Internally, Wanda is actually impressed but her ego is unamused because of your proud and confident smirk. “I don’t accept that. Take it with you, please.”

“What? Why?” Your eyes are rounded in surprise, so do Natasha’s.

“It’s crumpled. I don’t like it. It’s very unprofessional. So re-print it or don’t submit it at all.” She stares dagger at you as she answers you. Wanda is perfectionist so to be presented with a crumpled printed homework, it really annoys her.

The last sentence she said feels like a sledgehammer hit straight to your abdomen. As much as you are disappointed that she rejected your homework but you understand her reasoning after you look at how your homework looks. Thanks to Tony and Vision.

“Uh y-yes Ms. Maximoff. I understand. I’ll reprint it. Have a good day.” You agree in defeat. Disappointment written all over your face, you proceed your walk of shame and it softens Wanda’s ego a little.

“You too, y/n. See you in the next class.” She sincerely answers. With that, you walk out with Natasha and your heart smiles from Wanda’s sincere last words. Tony and Vision bombard you with questions in no time. Of course you didn’t forget to thank them in sarcasm for making your homework so crumpled and telling them what happened.

Weirdly, Nat remained mostly silent yet she looks at you with an analytical look and it concerns you. You wonder what she is thinking right now? Were you too obvious that you are having a crush on Wanda?

“Are you okay, Nat?” You ask. “Uh huh. I’m okay.” That was all the answer you got.

_____

You have been trying to find more reasons to tell Nat so you can go to class by yourself once more so you can leave Wanda another love note. This time you can’t come up with any excuse in mind.

At the end of the day, it feels like you finally found a light in this searching tunnel of excuses because Nat told you that she has to leave early to see the professor of the other class she takes to ask some homework related questions and she will see you in class after that. You feel so relieved that you don’t have to look for an excuse anymore and everything will go as you plan. You write another love note for her before you go to bed.

The next morning, you feel so good because you know you don’t have to lie to your best friend so you can go to class separately. Joy dances through your heart. You are excited to see Wanda again and can’t wait to see her smile again while reading your love note. This time you have to sneak into Lab 616.

Despite the excitement and relief feelings that Nat won’t catch you this time because she is busy with her other class stuff, you still watch your surroundings cautiously just in case Tony and Vision are around even though you know they most likely will come at the last minute before the class starts.

As soon as you found the lab, you peaked in quickly to make sure nobody is in there even though you can’t see the whole lab through the small window.

You are too focused on going to her desk to put the note on it. As you walk closer to it, you hear “I KNEW IT!!!”

It startled you and you recognized who it was. You turn around quickly. “Natty! Uh wh-what what are you doing here? I thought you had to see your other class’s professor?” You stammer.

“Oh zip it, y/n. Where is it? Let me see.” She asks as she opens her palms waiting for you to give it to her. “Where is what? What did you mean?” Your heart is still beating fast and you can feel your cheeks are warm from blushing too much because of getting caught but of course you try your luck and play dumb about it.

“The note you write for her. You were gonna leave it on her desk, weren’t you? I can’t believe you didn’t tell me anything about this. I thought we were best friends?” She demands and you can see that she is proud from figuring it out yet disappointed from you not telling her about this.

“I’m sorry Nat. I was going to tell you but I was just embarrassed, I guess?” You nervously explain and take out the note out of your pocket then let her read it. It didn’t even take two seconds for the note to migrate to Nat’s hand and she read it. Her lips move slowly and silently reading your love note then curves up a smile. Nat looks at you with sparkling eyes. “Aaaw! This is a sweet love note. Okay, I won’t be mad at you just because you wrote this so cute and romantic.”

“Really? You think so? Do you think she would like it?” You rambling nervously yet with excitement. “Of course! now go..go..go.. Put it on her desk before someone comes in here.” Nat encourages you to quickly leave the note. She smiles so widely and as if the love note was written for her.

_____

Both of you walk back into the class after waiting outside so it won’t be too obvious. Nat notices you look all nervous. Waiting for Wanda to come in drives you a little crazy. “Would you relax? Geez, you are a nervous wreck right now.” Nat yells in a whisper.

“Uh maybe because I am NERVOUS.” You retort.

“What are you nervous about? The note is cute, she will like it and she won’t find out that it’s from you. If you are like this and stare at her when she reads it like you did last time, then she might find out.” Nat adds with gritted teeth at the last sentence.

“Okay. Okay. I won’t.” You agree with the redhead just so she can stop telling you to relax. Just like what you thought, Vision and Tony come last minute.

A few minutes later, you see Wanda gracefully walk into the lab. “Hello, class.” This time she wears short sleeves, you think it probably has something to do with today's lab activity.

Your eyes clearly refuse to leave the view of her arms flexing when she puts her briefcase-like handbag. You swear you thought that you could feel the smoothness of her skin when you saw her arms and went down to her perfect slender hands, and of course her pretty fingers.

As if Wanda has been excited to come to the class only to find your note for today, her eyes instantly find where the note is and there it is, her smile shows up. Nat’s leg nudges your own as soon as she sees Wanda sits down and grabs the note.

Your heart skips a beat when you see another smile of hers appear. You lay your chin on your palm as you look at her dearly. Your heart is doubled in speed and your hope kindles. You take a deep breath, a joyful deep breath.

Just like yours, Wanda’s heart beats fast, she really hopes that her students don’t hear the sound of it. She is multitasking between reading your note and trying hard not to blush or smile like a fool but she miserably fails.

“Your presence has so much effect on me like a sedative. My legs feel weak everytime I see you and I am one simple touch away from crumbling under your beauty.”

Wanda’s thumb subconsciously and gently rubs the words that you wrote. Her mind starts to day dream and imagines that the person who writes this note was all smiling when she wrote this lovely note and if the person really did, Wanda’s heart longing to see the smile.

She soon focuses back to the class. She stands up and walks up in front of the class as she brushes her palms together excitedly. “Okay, are you guys ready for some fun?” The class cheers and it draws a laugh from her. Her heart subconsciously leads her gaze to you for a few seconds then she averts her eyes to the rest of the class. You feel like a rocket ship that shot up to the sky after hearing her laugh and her gaze pays you a visit. All Nat can do is giggle at you.

“Okay, before we start the fun for today, let’s talk about some more of the beautiful sea life. Let’s start with octopus, shall we?” Wanda starts her lectures as she dim the light and turns on the projector before she proceeds with more explanations. The lectures go really well so far and it’s a fun class today. You are too busy looking at Wanda with hearts in your eyes.

“Before I continue further, is there any question?” Wanda asks with care as she looks around the class making sure if any of her students have questions for her. Once again her eyes uncontrollably look at you briefly until a student raises her hand to ask a question.

“Yes, Kate? Do you have a question?” Wanda asks.

“Yes, Ms. Maximoff. Earlier you said that octopus has multiple brains. How many do they have actually?” The brunette asks and looks ready to take notes from Wanda’s answer.

“Good question! I have the answer here and I can show you.” Wanda answers as she is looking for the projector’s slide picture. Her focus was broken when she heard your voice and when she turned her head she saw you raise your hand. Wanda lets out an annoyed “not again” exhale.

“Yes, y/n?” Wanda answers in sarcasm as her effort not to show you that it is obvious that she is not looking forward to any argument in front of class with you.

“The answer is eight brains.” You confidently answered Kate’s question. Wanda is so baffled with what you just did. She is very unamused with it. No, she is pissed off. You might have thought you were just trying to help since it takes a little longer for Wanda to answer but you just pushed her button. She stares at you furiously, she feels that you disrespected her in front of the class. Nat is as bewildered as Wanda is.

As much as Wanda feels that you have insulted her but she knows she has the card in this game. On her mind, two can play this game. She knows that you have confidently answered with the wrong answer.

Tension builds up and fills the room. The students can see it and they are all waiting what Wanda will say next. Nat’s lips pressed and she literally covered her face with one of her palms briefly once again from the secondhand embarrassment. SHe wants to slap the back of your head, pull you by the collar and yell “what the hell is wrong with you?” but the silence is already too uncomfortable to bear until Wanda decides to answer you with the coldest tone.

“Oh? eight brains, huh? Are you sure, y/n?” Wanda responds.

“Yes,I'm sure. I love octopus.They have eight brains to control each tentacle it has. It’s obvious.” You casually answered but deep down you get nervous as you see Wanda walks closer and closer to your desk in the back row.

“I can see that you love octopus from how confidently you interrupt me on answering Kate’s question but it’s obvious that you don’t know much about octopus for someone who loves them. Because.. your..answer..is..wrong.” She speaks so slowly following the rhythm of her steps but clearly as she finally stands in front of your desk, looking down at you with a killing gaze.

You swallow hard. You look at her furious eyes only for a few seconds then you look at the surroundings that the whole class is actually looking at you. You embarrassed her and she is doing the same thing to you. As soon as you open your mouth to say something, Wanda interrupts you.

“You don’t want to argue with me right now, y/n, because the answer is in fact nine brains. One is the central brain and the other eight are to control each arm. It’s on the textbook page 32, on the last two sentences of the third paragraph. It was quoted from Mr. Fury’s second book.” Her accent becomes thicker and thicker as she finishes the sentences. You can see that Nat and some of the students quickly search the page and paragraphs that were mentioned.

You know you are screwed right now. You lost words. All you want is for the lecture to be done so you can walk out and hide from all of this.

“Now, I’m sure you ‘know’ a lot of facts about octopus since you love them. How many hearts do they have?” Wanda starts her sentence with such sarcasm, totally opposite from her calm yet cold tone and professional mannerism she showed earlier.

The intimidation you got from her makes you barely speak, you even stutter to answer. “Uh-two h–he..” Wanda didn’t let you finish another wrong answer from you. Your brain can’t think and it seems like you have a short term memory loss. “Wrong. They have three hearts.” She corrects you.

“Tell me the functions of the hearts they have.” Wanda demands. Tony and Vision are as frozen as you are. You don’t even blink but you clear your throat to answer. Surprisingly, you can’t find the answer. Just like you did, seeing it takes a little longer for you to answer, she interrupts you with an answer. “Two of the hearts pump blood to the gills and one heart pumps blood through the rest of the body.” Wanda explains once more to show you her position as the class’ professor.

As if it is not enough for her to corner you with this game you started, she asks you one more time. “With all the confidence you have and showed since the very first class, I’m sure you know why octopus has blue blood?” Wanda pauses for a few seconds to let you answer.

“I–uh- I don’t know, Ms. Maximoff. I’m sorry.” And there it is, Wanda finally gets what she wants, you apologize willingly in defeat in front of the class.

“They have blue blood because they have to adapt with cold water with little oxygen using a copper rich protein that’s called Hemocyanin. This protein is responsible for transporting oxygen to blood plasma.” As soon as she is done talking about it, she looks down at you who now lower your head down, you don’t even dare to look at her because you know you just did the same mistake. She then looks between Vision, Nat and Tony shortly before she turns around and walks back to her desk.

For a few seconds, Wanda’s mind ponders if she was too harsh on you. She knows that her ego and anger gets the best of her but right now all she can do is to continue the lecture.

Soon the tension slowly fades. Wanda leads the class to check on some fish, dissect some starfish and even show them bone structures of particular fish. It was a bit of a mess but the class had fun despite what happened earlier.

As the time of the lecture is almost out, Wanda assigns some homework and dismisses the class. “Y/n, I want you to stay to clean the lab.” Wanda orders as soon as she sees you and three of your best friends stand up to leave the class.

As much as you don’t want to do it, you know better not to complain and agree. “Yes, Ms. Maximoff.” Tony, Vision and Nat leave after you told them you will see them later.

With a heavy heart and lots of guilt, you start cleaning up the lab. Silence came back once more and easily filled the lab back. To your surprise, Wanda stays in the lab and does some work at her desk. Awkward silence definitely roams around between you and her.

Pt. 3

A/N: Well, that's all for today. I hope you enjoy this part 2. Let me know what you think. I appreciate your reblog and comments. See you in next!

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dhampiravidi · 6 months

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winterwidow x reader College AU plot bunny

you’ve had the esteemed privilege of getting to fuck your old college history professor for the last couple of months. No, he’s not a misogynist (he eats you out far too often & he’s never been pushy). He’s not old—OK, he’s got maybe 20 years on you, but he’s got 1 of those bodies that looks pleasantly cuddly til you see the muscle underneath. Add that to a dazzling smile, a quick wit, and hair you loved running your fingers through…oh yeah, plus the part where he wrecked you 80% of the time & begged for you to send him over the edge the other 20%.

you go to his place dressed in nothing but some flats, a matching bra/panty set in his favorite colors, a bracelet he’d given you, and an oversized sweatshirt. The last item left a tiny part of you uncovered, but it wasn’t like you planned on wearing it for long. Yeah, well…

Your drama professor answers the door, and she’s wearing less than you. Yup, former ballerina of the Bolshoi, actress in some of the most badass action movies you’d ever seen, is standing in the doorway. Prof. Natasha Romanoff leans against the doorframe like her loosely tied silk robe isn’t giving you a sneak peek of her cleavage and upper thighs. And she looks like she’s gonna kill you.

“What took you so long?” she huffs, holding a glass of wine, “He kept saying you came by, and I’d always miss you.” She waves you in, then shuts the door behind her. Once you’re in, she shoves you up against a wall and samples the taste of you with a smirk. You’re just frozen, aroused, and very confused…until you see James watching you both.

“I know it’s unexpected…” he starts, trying to keep some measure of composure despite the obvious lust in his eyes.

The next thing you know, you’re sticky, warm, and wet, face lovingly pressed into Natasha’s lap as she whispers curses and uses a firm-yet-gentle hand to keep you in place. James is thrusting in and out of you at a steady pace, smirking every time you both manage to fuck a whimper out of his wife.

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A Friendly Smile From the Past - 1

A/N: Hi there! Just another wee work in progress. Let me know what you think of it :) I'm new to Tumblr and how it works, so like I don't know how to tag pages together and whatnot heh! So please be patient with me! This is also posted on my Ao3 under the same username!

Pairing: CEO!Bucky Barnes x Reader [with College!Bucky/High School!Bucky in Flashbacks and mentions].

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“You have got to be kidding me! You seriously have got to be kidding me!” I shouted out frustrated and annoyed as I rubbed my hands down my cheeks instead of pulling on my hair because mum always said it would make my hair fall out faster. Not that rubbing on my cheeks helped either. Staring up at me from the desk was the letter I had been dreading. I knew there would be cuts, but I didn’t think I would be one of them. I have always gone above and beyond for this firm. I strove for greatness, and we were recognised more and covered in the media because of the cases I took and won. I glanced at the door where my name had once been etched, now empty. I sighed and bit my bottom lip trying not to cry, ‘do not show any signs of weakness’ my inner voice was screaming at me. ‘You are going to hold your head up high, you know they’ll regret this decision’. Breathing slowly I continued packing up my office, shoving everything into the boxes.

Oh god, how are my parents going to take this? It’s not like I was fired, but dad thinks that being let go and being fired are the same exact thing. I can just imagine it now, the words that would be uttered “Honey, they would have kept you if you were truly as great as the media portrays you to be”. To say my relationship with my dad is complicated is an understatement.

I should have taken that offer from the firm in the city, Johnson & Sloane when I had the chance, but what did I do? I chose to stay, in the small town with no growing career opportunities because dad had gotten sick. Even though our relationship has been difficult since the split, I stayed due to obligation, of trying to be the perfect daughter.

“You know if you stare any harder at that letter you’ll probably remain cross-eyed” Natasha’s voice brings me out of my thoughts. I chuckle softly but it sounds pathetic. “If it helps you’re stuck with me until we find new jobs,” she says walking over and placing her hand on my shoulder as we both stare at the wall. The last item to take down and pack is my law degree. The one I worked my ass off for.

“I’m glad you’re here Nat” I whisper softly as I try to find the courage to take it down. A squeeze of my shoulder is all it takes for me to reach out and take it down, placing it in the box.

Nat and I have been friends since we were in diapers, well technically since the womb. Our mothers are the best of friends and live across from each other. We grew up doing pretty much everything together, we had the same circle of friends. But there were some things that differed. In high school, Nat was the cheerleader and went on to be the captain, she was popular and loved by everyone. I, on the other hand, was involved in the drama club and debate team, I knew everyone and everyone knew me. Where Nat would barely try in classes, I worked twice as hard. Sitting exams was a scary time because I would worry about her not studying. I think that might be one of the reasons we ended up going to the same university because even though we may be different we couldn't live without each other, but also she wouldn’t have been able to pass any of her papers at university without me. We depended on each other because our lives were intertwined.

When I decided to stay where we grew up because dad got sick, she didn’t hesitate one second “If you’re staying so am I, we go through this together”. I couldn’t be more thankful to have her by my side through everything good and bad. I will, however, always feel guilty because she decided to stay here, she broke up with her boyfriend Steve - they dated through high school and through university. They truly were meant for each other, but Steve wanted to play football professionally and had been drafted to play across the country, an opportunity he could not pass.

I remember overhearing the conversation, it was hard not to. A screaming match in her room while the rest of us sat in the living room, it was one of our last hangouts before graduation and we would all move away to our respective job offers that we had lined up.

“Why? Why can you not come with me? Do you not love me anymore is that it? We have talked about this since high school, you said this is what you wanted” Steve had sounded so broken, I knew he must have thought Nat was slipping through his fingers. “I know, we did, but plans change, life doesn’t go to plan” she had said “It’s not my place to say why I’m going back home, just that I am, she needs me” Her voice had remained emotionless but later that night, Clint and I had held her till she had passed out from crying. I had begged and pleaded in tears to her so that she would not tell anyone what had happened, that instead of moving to New York to live out my big lawyer dreams, I was going back home. I begged her to go with Steve but she was so stubborn and knew I would not be able to do this without her. “Please don’t do this to us, we have something so beautiful baby, I can’t see a future that you aren’t in Nat, please” Steve had begged her and I knew it pained her deeply. Steve never knew who Nat had meant by ‘she’, I think he might have thought it was her mother.

“What do you think of Johnson & Sloane?” I ask softly as I pick up my box and follow her to the desk outside my- the office where her box sits but mainly contains office supplies and a photograph. Nat barely personalised her desk, but the one photo she did keep was the university photo of all of us after we had won the football game against our rival university during our final year. All of us girls had been dressed up in our colours to support the boys. Nat, Wanda, Sharon, Pepper and I had our hair in pigtails covered in glitter and ribbons. We had gone the extra mile. Steve, Vis, Tony, Sam, Thor and Bucky had all been playing and were covered in dirt and sweat. Bruce had been on medic duty that night and Clint had injured himself so he had been benched. We were all smiles in that photo, back then we thought we would be friends till the end of time no matter where we would have ended up.

“You should have taken the offer when you first got it,” she said as we walked towards my car after handing in our work ids and office keys to security. After placing the boxes in the trunk and accidentally slamming it shut a little too hard, I don’t think it was accidental. I turned to face the building, leaning on the car.

“I know I should’ve, but,” I said and stopped. But what? Dad had made progress and things had been looking up. I could have gone, made a break for it, and started growing my career. Used the middle-tier firm as a jumping stone to make it to New York as I had dreamed of. But mum would have been disappointed. She had grown used to my presence being back since university. She also depended on me. Since the split with dad, she had been on her own, living her life through me at times.

“Your parents, I know,” she said softly leaning against the car too. I glance over at her “I truly am grateful to you, you know. You didn’t have to come back with me, but you did. You gave up your relationship with Steve and you shouldn’t have. He’s still single you know, it’s the main thing the media will write about him. I think he’s waiting for you, you should go. Take this opportunity and go to him” I say as tears form in my eyes, the guilt eating away.

“Y/N,” she said softly and sighed. She turned her head and met my eyes “I chose to stay, to follow you home. You’re my family, yes I loved Steve, and I still love him, but you mean more to me in the world. Partners will come and go, but you, you’re my family and I would do anything for you. You didn’t even ask me to come with you, you begged me to go with Steve even though your world was crumbling down. You were the brightest law student and you had massive offers to make a name for yourself in New York. How could I just leave you to face demons without support? You are my home. You don’t have to ask, just like I never ask you for anything, yet you’re always by my side.”

I couldn’t meet her stare. I felt ashamed. “As for Steve, he could have reached out, he could have come back home. He could have called, he could have fought harder for us. But” she said a soft crack in her voice, “he remained silent” I finished for her. I reach out and squeeze her arm softly.

“You’re no better though,” she says “What do you mean?” I ask confused as we both start getting into the car. “James Buchanan Barnes,” she says a little too smugly for my liking. The mention of his name makes my heart stop. “What about him?” I ask playing indifferently. “You both were in love with each other and never confessed your feelings. The only other person you have been as close to as I was him,” she said “You just stopped communicating?” she asks raising her perfectly shaped eyebrow. I sigh softly “Oh please, he was not in love with me,” I say rolling my eyes but my heart hurts. Bucky and I were super close growing up, sure he had Steve and I had Nat and the four of us had been close. He was my best friend and one day since moving back home the messages and constant video calls slowly started to fade to one-word messages and 2-minute calls to absolutely nothing from him. I had never told him and he had sensed something was wrong during that last hangout but I never once said a word to him about it. He had also had a job offer in New York and would always ask to meet up and hang out but I would always say I was busy, but the truth was I was miles away from there, too scared to tell him the truth.

“One day the messages stopped coming and he didn’t call anymore,” I say softly which is why I moved on. "Plus we haven’t heard from the rest of the group since graduation, we all fell off the communication wagon. Our entire group has been together since high school, and sure Steve, Bucky, you and I longer than that, I thought we would be in constant contact, us against the world ya know? But it just faded away like those days didn’t mean anything at all” I say softly

“You know that’s not true, it did mean something, I guess we are all just busy with our lives,” she says softly. “But at least we are together”, “forever” I agree with a soft smile as we head back to the apartment.

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One Look, Dark Room

[Stark U #4]

Summary: A nightmare that forces you to face what happened to you all those months ago leads you to Steve’s doorway, searching for the kind of comfort only he can give you. But you’re not the only one who craves the soothing timber of Steve’s voice, and that knowledge might just dig up things you aren’t ready to accept.

Pairing: college!Steve Rogers x reader, college!Bucky Barnes x reader, college!Sam Wilson x reader, college!Natasha Romanoff x reader

Word count: 5.2k

Warnings: mentions of previous sexual assault, language, nightmares, a little more Steve-heavy in this one and he is so soft

A/N: Back after another two months with another fic with my fave friend group! Honestly, the love on this series means so much and has really kept me going when it comes to writing. Thank you <3

Also, I recommend reading With a Little Help From Your Friends before this one if you haven’t already. It touches on really important events from that part!

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With a painful gasp, desperate to breathe in air into your aching lungs, your eyes are forced open wide. You're on the verge of shooting up to a seat, just like in all the movies but never experienced yourself. The nightmare was suffocating and you couldn't stand another second.

An onslaught of air draws raspy coughs from your chest, springing tears to your eyes that accompany the ones already running down your cheeks. It's never felt this way before, has it? It's never been this bad, never clogged your throat with fear, never left your skin shivering with the pictures of the nightmare leaving behind a trail of goosebumps.

You haven't thought about what happened in the kitchen ever since the day it occurred. The memory got shoved down, buried under the school work and injuries and lazy nights on the couch. Buried underneath the constant attention from your friends. You've barely been alone for the past months.

It was almost forgotten, in a way. The feeling of his hands digging into your skin, his mouth drawing red marks on your collarbone, his warm breath on your neck was left to gain dust in the back of your mind. Your dream drew every trace of his offense up to the surface.

You've held no resentment towards Natasha for bringing that guy into your collective apartment. She could have never foreseen him sneaking out in the middle of the night to ambush you in the kitchen, but you've noticed her silent guilt in moments when she's reminded. It seems like it happens more often for her. But now, god, now it's crashing into you in insurmountable waves, waves that you can't ride past by yourself.

In the middle of your bed, sheets bunched around your waist, you're crying to the point where you're heaving. The nightmare left such a vivid picture of his assault, of what could have happened if Sam hadn't barged in just at the right moment. And despite the memory of him lingering on your skin, you crave someone else's comforting touch. Someone who isn't that man.

It's entirely dark as you step inside the quiet room, with the only proof of living being Steve's soft snores that escape his lips every few seconds. Though the darkness impairs your vision completely, you still feel the presence of another.

It's an unwelcome feeling, but mostly unexpected, when your throat tightens just a little further as you stare at the bed. The thought of another person laying in Steve's arms at night feels wrong. Maybe it has a lot more to do with the rareness of it rather than your own feelings. Steve is so dedicated and loyal to the group of people you've managed to pull together that each time you find him spending time with someone else, it leaves a bitter aftertaste on your tongue.

You're stuck in the doorway, staring out into the dark room as your eyes slowly, piece by piece, begin to adjust. You can't leave. God, you want to. You want to head back to your room and continue your reclusive crying session, but you need the comfort and reassurance only Steve can bring even more. Your feet are stuck to the ground, forcing you to torture yourself by staying long enough to make out the shape of the person laying in the bed beside Steve.

"Y/n?"

The soft and sleep-affected voice brings you back to reality, drawing your eyes to the now awake and confused Steve. His head still rests on the pillow, tiredly watching your tense figure in the doorway.

"You okay?" he asks, confusion turning into concern.

With a gulp you force yourself to open your mouth, desperately trying to keep down the thickness of your voice that's been building up ever since you woke up with a panicked gasp.

"Yeah. I'm sorry, I'm not gonna bother you. Go back to sleep, Steve," you mumble, nearly whispering to avoid revealing the obvious urge to cry.

Steve sits up in his bed, letting the thin sheet fall down until it drapes over his hips, baring his chest to the cold night air that creates goosebumps on your skin. You slowly turn around, your hand brushing the doorframe as you step over the threshold.

"Hey, wait," Steve calls out so quietly you wouldn't be able to hear it if it weren't for the lack of any other sound in the room. "You're not bothering me. What happened?" he says as he slips off the bed, standing up hesitantly. You stop in your tracks, shaking your head lightly.

"It's nothing. Jus' had a nightmare, that's all," you whisper, still facing the hallway. The gaze of Steve is evident as it burns into your back. "But you have company. I'm just gonna leave." You furrow your brows, biting your lip to stop a shaky breath of air from escaping your mouth.

"It's just Bucky," Steve says softly. "Got a nightmare himself. Couldn't sleep," he explains.

The relief in your body is immediate, letting your tense shoulders fall down and breathing go back to normal. However close Steve and Bucky have been for their whole lives, you didn't realize they trusted each other enough to comfort each other like this. It's beautiful.

You nearly flinch as Steve's warm hand touches your shoulder, gently turning you around to meet his eyes.

"You've been crying," he says to himself as he observes your face. How he can see that in the darkness is beyond you, and still it's so very Steve. You nod, casting your gaze down to the floor.

"C'mere," Steve whispers, glancing back towards the bed. You shake your head softly, letting out a small breath through your mouth.

"But Bucky's there—"

"Bucky will be fine. You need to sleep," Steve says, leading you towards his enormous bed that could easily fit two more if he wanted to. "You're here for a reason, aren't you?"

The floor creaks underneath your feet as you reluctantly walk over to his enormous bed. How he afforded it, let alone fit it into the apartment, is a mystery that you have no energy to solve. Crying is much more draining than you remember it being. Your head is aching, mouth is dry, your skin cold to the touch.

Steve drapes his comforter over your shivering figure before climbing back into the bed. Even the thought of Bucky waking up, upset over the new addition in the bed he's laying in, doesn't hinder your heavy eyes from growing shut as you press yourself down further into the warm sheet. Your back is facing both of them, body scooted as close to the edge as you can, but only the presence of Steve a feet away from you is calming your erratic nerves down.

"We'll talk about what's bothering you when you've gotten some sleep," Steve tells you, his deep, husky voice sending shivers down your skin. "I know you don't usually have them. Nightmares, I mean."

"I don't," you answer him softly.

"Just—I...you know. You can always come here if you want to," he adds. "I don't mind. Having you here."

Whatever answer you could have for his words doesn't seem good enough for the kindness he shows you each time you lay eyes on him. His friendship is a blessing you could not fathom taking for granted, not when he invites you to intrude on his space like this when he doesn't even know what the reason is for your tears. It's nice to know that someone loves you like that.

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09:23. Friday morning. No classes. Much too quiet and much too empty in the loft. Both Sam and Natasha can agree on that as they lock eyes in the living room with raised eyebrows. By this time at least 4 out of 5 residents should have dragged their sleep deprived bodies out of their beds. The coffee machine should be on a constant loop. The TV should be buzzing in the background. Not a single sound can be heard except for their own breaths.

"Where the fuck is everybody?" Natasha seethes.

"Why are you asking me for?" Sam tells her, raising his coffee cup to his lips. "Don't know what they're up to. Sleeping in, probably."

"You know just as well as I that Steve doesn't wake up a minute past 7:00 if he can help it," she answers accusingly.

"You're looking at me like I did something. Why are you looking at me like that?" Sam asks, an amused glint in his eyes that only Sam Wilson can muster up in the morning.

Natasha scoffs, turning on her heel towards your room. If you slept in, it wouldn't surprise her in the least. It's just that she demands your company and if that means dragging you out of your cave of blankets and pillows, it will be done despite the risks. It just happens to be everyone's day off and it's raining outside and she wants you to bake her scones for breakfast.

Fucking empty. Your sheets are thrown to the floor, dimmed morning light pushing in through the gap between your curtains and the window. Natasha isn't one to fuss over things, not at all. She rarely even does so when there's a reason for it either. But your absence is quite unusual, after all. Especially this early in the morning, defined by your standards, of course.

"She's not here, Sam!" she shouts over her shoulder.

"Okay," he answers indifferently from the couch.

Natasha strolls into the living room again, running her hand through her red strands.

"She sleeping over somewhere secret, do you think?"

"Y/n?" Sam asks, as if the subject isn't obvious. "No. Bucky'd sing on fucking stage before that happens."

"Have a little faith in her, will you? It's not like she's entirely celibate," she scoffs.

"I know she isn't. Jus' that she's too scared to stay at some stranger's place. It's not like the three of you wouldn't text her every hour like overbearing parents if she did, either."

She scowls at him, picking up a pillow from the armchair to throw at his unsuspecting figure. Sam lets out an offended breath of air, flipping both of his fingers towards the redhead as he nods towards the coffee cup a few inches away from him.

"Don't talk like you wouldn't be all over it too. It's not our fault the girl's got no survival skills."

"Yeah, yeah," Sam sighs. "Go look for Bucky or something instead. I don't wanna talk to you anymore."

Sometimes there comes a moment when Natasha forgets why she is friends with Sam. Those moments also coincide with the urge to whack him in the head. Maybe break a bone or two. This moment is one of those.

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Despite the blinds being shut, like each night before Steve goes to bed, the gloomy light still trickles into the room and casts shadows across the space. Some of them have reached you, dancing over your hair as the stray locks stick out from underneath the comforter. Another streak has landed on Bucky's arm, reflecting the light until it concentrates onto the wall opposite of him.

Somehow in his sleep, Steve has maneuvered you over his entire figure. He's certain you were perched onto the utmost corner of the bed when you fell asleep a few hours earlier. It did look like you were bound to fall off sooner or later during the night—maybe his subconscious knew that even in his sleep. At least that's the best reason he has for it, now that you're laying squeezed in between his and Bucky's bodies, both of their arms holding you tightly like you might slip away if their grip was any looser.

Normally Steve would shy away from the kind of intimacy this situation brings, having his friend so closely pressed to his figure. But it feels right. It feels right that you're laying in between him and Bucky, finding some peace after your nightmare left you thinking it was better to stay awake than to face whatever you saw in your sleep.

With Bucky he's used to the frantic fear in his eyes after a grueling flashback leaves him unable to rest his eyes again. It's been like that for years. Despite how sad it feels to say that he's become all too accompanied with his friend's pain, he was reminded of the near indifference he's developed against it when your tear-streaked face turned up in his doorway last night.

Steve was almost scared you had been hurt again. It feels like you've been it much too often these past few months. His absence during those moments still guilts him, keeps him awake for too long during those sleepless nights. Maybe he's overthinking it too much, because he knows it's not something you dwell on. It's not like you're holding any resentment against him for not being there, not at all, but that doesn't mean he will refrain from it himself.

He leans his head over his shoulder, squinting, as the door creaks open slowly. Strands of red hair peek through the cracks before he sees her face, but it's not hard to figure out that Natasha's the one with her fingers on the door handle. Her eyes flicker over the scene, rather suspiciously, before she even notices that Steve is looking at her just as curiously as well.

But she does feel the weight of his stare eventually, gaining eye contact with the blue-eyed gaze while raising questioning eyebrows herself.

"What are you doing?" she whispers through a seethe, eyes once more drawn to where Bucky has his arm draped over your waist. If it weren't for Steve's nearly supernatural hearing it would be hard to hear her whispers over Bucky's snoring.

Steve rubs his eyes, groaning quietly to himself, while glancing back at the two people behind him again. "They had nightmares," he answers huskily, voice still hoarse from the lack of use.

"Both of them?" she asks, a soft smirk on her lips that tells him she's not really believing it. Natasha often has theories or what not about feelings and crushes and things like that around the loft. But then again, she just as often pairs people up with strangers based on imaginary long glances or a smile thrown over their shoulders. It's not always true.

"Yes. Both of them," Steve repeats, flopping down onto the mattress once more. He is a patient person, but in the morning it takes a while for it to come to life. Having Nat interrogate him is not his ideal start to the day. "Now, please, Natasha. Let them sleep."

Another head pops inside, leans his hands against the doorway while stretching his torso until he towers over Nat. Sam's indifferent face turns into a smug grin, nodding towards Steve in approval.

"Looks like you got lucky. Twice."

"Lower your voice, please," Steve mutters, running his palm over his face.

"Nu-Uh," the man says, shaking his head in amusement while searching for Nat's gaze for what could only be approval. A 'you see this too, right?'

"Steven Grant Rogers." Sam flashes the gap in between his front teeth. "You saucy little minx!"

Even Natasha turns her head, sending a soft glare his way. It's still you he's talking about, still his friends.

"And Y/n too? I always thought Buck and you had something going on—"

"Samuel."

It's that tone—the one Steve uses whenever he's serious. Real serious. The one that carries such authority that it tells people he must have been a high-ranking military officer in a previous life. It never fails to shut Sam up. Sometimes even Bucky listens to it.

"Get out. I mean it—both of you."

Steve has resorted to sitting up, nodding towards the doorway with a cold stare and clenched jaw. It leaves the two of them nodding, wide-eyed, before scurrying out. The door is left open and abandoned for only a few seconds before a pale hand reaches for it, closing it as gently as she possibly can.

A loud sigh, hands running over his face, accompanied by a groan is what wakes you. Or you might have noticed some commotion during the awakening of your conscious mind, but the overbearing warmth you're surrounded with hasn't registered until now. Neither has Steve's half-naked body in the space you previously occupied, you were sure of it, or the feeling of Bucky's arm draped tightly over your waist. Everything is too hot and sweaty and close and, god, Bucky's entire front is pressed against your back.

The images from your nightmare flashes, attacks your sight, taunts you with what really is a memory. You thought it would help sleeping here, having the presence of Steve—your endlessly kind, strong, overbearing mother hen—right by your side. No one can corner you into the kitchen counter, put their hands on your skin and make you bleed when Steve is near. But it's still there, still making your ears ring with the thought of him. You need to leave.

Tangling Bucky's metal arm away from you, and the sheets, is suddenly the hardest thing ever and you're certain a minute passes by before you're crawling off the bed with rushed motions that must be as ungracious as it possibly can be.

"Morning. I'm sorry abo—what are you doing? Y/n?" Steve starts off with a tired yawn, rubbing his eyes awake, before his voice quickly falters into confusion while watching you scramble off in a hurry.

You run your hands over your face, feet meeting the cold surface of Steve's mat-less floors. How incredibly humiliating all of this is, coming to Steve's room after a nightmare for consolation like a child. Curling up to an unknowing Bucky in his sleep—he'd positively panic if he woke to your figure pressed against him right now—and most definitely Steve as well. Oh god, did you roll over him in your sleep? Did he wake up while you did so? And Nat and Sam saw you too. You feel like you might cry again.

"Hi. I'm—I have to go," you force out of yourself as you hastily walk towards the door, lacking the courage or dignity to look him in the eye. "Good night. Morning."

And he sits there, all silent and stunned and half-tempted to go after you. Only a few hours earlier, when you'd come into his room with soft steps and a just as gentle voice, he thought he'd made it clear there was nothing to be ashamed about. He thought he had made that clear about everything in your friendship.

But now he sees your figure disappear out into the hallway. The t-shirt he's pretty sure you stole from someone in this loft is old and disheveled and exposes the delicate lace of your underwear. Your hair is messy in the way it always is after you've had a particularly good night of sleep. And maybe that is some sort of comfort, to know that you've at least slept good while you laid in his bed, but your obvious discomfort now overshadows it.

Steve's not really sure what to do except attempt to rub his eyes awake, letting the cool autumn air engulf his exposed skin. He's still acutely aware of Bucky's sleeping presence next to him. The poor guy must have been traumatized by the dream—he never sleeps this long. But maybe the addition of you next to him lulled him into a deeper sleep.

Steve's not sure and he's conflicted and he's also scared. Because he's not supposed to feel this way, like the bed is so, so empty when you're not there anymore. And his heart feels much too big for his chest while it simultaneously feels a little cracked, seeing you so evidently broken from whatever happened in your subconscious last night.

When he looks at the clock, six minutes have passed since you left. He's sure he spent at least half an hour pondering. The floor is cold as it meets his bare feet, creaking underneath the weight of him while he makes his way out of his room. He tugs at his pants, trying to rid himself of his half-hard dick he always wakes up with. It's not something he wants to confront you with.

Sam and Natasha sit quietly in the kitchen over their breakfast, giving each other glances that tell a conversation on their own. They don't even have to say it out loud, what they're speculating over. Steve feels their stares even as he passes by within a second.

He doesn't bother knocking on your door, even if it makes him feel like a douchebag. The voice of his mother nags at him in the back of his mind as he steps inside of your dark room. You've buried yourself underneath two blankets and a comforter, and mostly Steve thinks that he would combust by the heat if he did the same.

The remaining space in his thoughts is taken up by the sound of your sobs. Muffled by the thick layers of fabric around you, but Steve hears them all the same. And he sighs—not because he's disappointed or annoyed or tired, but because it's heartbreaking.

Your bed dips underneath the weight of Steve, a safe distance between you that alerts you to his presence softly. You knew he'd come after you. It's just the way Steve is.

"Hey, hey, sweetheart. It's okay, 's just me," Steve says softly, reaching out for you by unwrapping the layers.

You let him. How could you not? You cry even harder. It's too hard keeping it all in.

"Come here, honey."

His arms effortlessly lift you up, forces you to sit before brushing the sweaty strands of hair away from your face. There's probably snot running down your nose and hulking noises making their way out of your mouth. All you can focus on is that your head pounds and throat aches.

"Come back to my room, will you? Please, Y/n?" he speaks into your hair, holding you to his chest while letting your tears soak his skin.

You nod in answer. Stupid, convincing Steve. So perfect. It makes you mad. Why couldn't he just be an idiot enough to let you be? Why does he have to make things better just by saying a few words, holding you to his stupidly muscly chest? It almost makes you sob harder.

"You're so annoying," you say through your tears, clinging onto him as he lifts you with an ease that doesn't scare you anymore. You don't know why he's this strong.

"That's right, sweetheart," he says, hands under your thighs and eyes on the path in front of him.

Steve feels more at ease as soon as he enters his own room. Even if it only took half a minute to walk through the hallway, past the kitchen and his friends' curios stares, your sobs have died down into sniffles.

You're a stubborn person. But only sometimes—in some cases it only takes two tries, two encouragements to make you budge. You fled earlier, embarrassed by your own emotions, but now you're curled up in Steve's arms in his bed again.

"Listen or help?" Steve whispers, his nose buried in your hair as you sit with your back to his chest.

Those words alone make the thickness in your throat grow. "Listen. Just listen this time."

Steve strokes your hair, runs his fingers over your scalp. How did he become such a good man? Who taught him to be like this?

"What made you this upset, Y/n?"

A big intake of breath and two sniffles. "I'm angry," you tell him. "I'm so fucking angry that he—he did that me. That guy just thought he had some right to...I said no so many times."

Steve tightens his hold on you. He didn't know you still thought about it this much. He does, all the time. It happened just a few rooms away from him and he didn't notice. It's not his fault, he repeats to himself in his head.

"And right after he had been with Nat too! Couldn't he just have stayed with her a few hours? She deserves better than that. I know she was the best sex of that fucking guy's poor life." A hiccup. Sniffle again. "I must be irresistible or something..."

"Sure are," Steve whispers, a smile sneaking up on his face. You sink into him even further, allowing him to bury you in his touch.

"I want to cut off his balls, or something. Or—or send an angry letter to his mom so she won't invite him to the family gatherings anymore. Won't give him any presents on Christmas."

A silent snort escapes Steve's nose. It manages to crack the smallest smile on your lips, even though the tears have yet to dry on your cheeks.

"Actually, I hope that he'll become a worm in his next life and that some three-year old drives over him with their tricycle. No, wait! I—god, I'm being so loud right now."

You sigh, burying your face into Steve's bare chest with a tired giggle as you feel it vibrate along with his own silent laughter.

"I'm sorry. I'm gonna wake him up if I'll—he's gonna panic." The giggles fade out into a frown as you sit up straight, creating distance between you and Steve. "I should—"

"C'mere and shut up, will you?" the newly woken voice of Bucky mutters, face down in the pillows and eyes closed.

You nearly flinch, head turning so abruptly you could have broken your neck. Almost. Bucky's left arm reaches out, fumbles for your waist while Steve looks down fondly at the two of you.

"Shit," you breathe out. "I'm so sorry, Bucky. I didn't mean to wake you."

"Sweets, haven't slept this long in forever. Why'd you think that is, huh?" Bucky mumbles, to the point where you can't make the words out until you've gone over them a few times in your head. And then he has the nerve to use that effortless strength he possesses to pull you down. Right next to him.

Bucky doesn't talk like this, doesn't act like this—at least not nowadays. Not with you. It scares you almost as much as it warms you, sends tingles into your anxious stomach. Sometimes you think about that letter he wrote you. I can whisk you off into the sunset if that's what you want. As long as I don't have to wait fifteen years for it. Now is one of those moments.

He's so warm against you, actually both of them are so warm. And you don't like warmth very much but it's something you'll withstand in moments like these. You can't remember now why you panicked when you woke up with Steve and Bucky around you.

For Bucky, the truth is that he's too tired to filter his thoughts before they make it out of his mouth. He hasn't slept in days, and that over eight hours of peacefulness have passed now is not a coincidence. Bucky heard you come in, heard you even before you stepped inside Steve's room. He'd only been laying with his eyes closed until the bed sunk underneath your weight. Went out like a baby only a few minutes after.

It bothered him too much for his own good when you left in a hurry before. Because he had just woken up, just noticed the feeling of your body pressed up against his. And he felt the tremble in your voice in his very bones as you fled away.

"You don't have to hide your feelings, y'know?" he mumbles, nose pressed against your shoulder. He feels the stare of Steve on him. "Not with us."

"You hold so much in, Y/n. It's not healthy," Steve adds, fingers still fiddling with your hair. "Just let us do the hard work this time. It's been long enough of you tending to everyone else."

Those words—you haven't heard them before. You haven't believed them before. That you're a caretaker is not something that is obvious to you. You don't even see how much time you spend on making things good for everyone in this apartment.

"You’re my best friends. You know that, right?" you whisper with your hoarse voice.

Bucky holds you a little tighter to him. Steve bends down, much too low to be comfortable, and presses a kiss to your head. He's an old soul. So is Bucky, in a way.

"Yeah, yeah," Bucky mutters, but you can almost feel the smile he's hiding. You know he cares.

"Buck," Steve chastises, but he doesn't really know what for. Maybe because the jerk never knows how to process someone showing affection towards him. "You should take it easy today. Let us take care of you. Can you do that for us, Y/n?"

There's this special way Steve says your name. It holds kindness in it, kindness in a way that you've never allowed yourself to feel except for when the syllables of your name is uttered from his mouth.

So you close your eyes, humming lightly in answer while letting the mattress encompass you, claim you as its captive and hold you there for eternity. Or at least until your back starts to hurt or your legs start to tingle from their lack of use.

"Go back to sleep, sweets. 'M here. Won't let anyone hurt you," Bucky says under his breath, almost like the words are a subconscious afterthought more than a choice. From his very bones, on the verge of sleep.

It's quick—your descent into a sleep once more. The faint sound of Steve's breathing echoes through the room, lulls you further into unconsciousness. But you want him too. Not just sitting there, watching you and Bucky sleep. Steve deserves rest just as much, if not more, for sacrificing his own bed for the sake of your comfort.

"Steve," you whisper. "Steve."

Your hand fumbles for him blindly. A few seconds is all it takes before rough fingers clasp around yours.

"Lie down with us, Stevie."

The straws of his blonde hair tickle your cheek as he settles himself, glides down from his seat until he's face to face with you. You don't have the courage to open your eyes.

It's different. Has been for a while. None of you wants to acknowledge it, barely even to yourselves, even as you all lie together in the same bed.

• • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • •

"They're doing it, right?"

"They're so doing it. A month, tops."

"20 on three weeks."

"Deal."

Sam and Natasha shake hands over the breakfast table, solidifying their own suspicion into a bet they both will shamelessly try to affect. It's ridiculously obvious. Idiots, the three of you.

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