Natasha Romanoff x reader
warnings: forced voyuerism, finger fucking, light slapping, daddy!kink, face fucking (?), and my fav: vaginal beads and strap on
The way that Bucky is looking at you, it makes her livid. He admires your soft body and the tight shorts hugging your heavy ass. She sees his eyes trail over your breasts and hips and she watches in anger, the way he shifts in his seat. It makes it all the more satisfying when she fucks you in front of him. It's a shame you have no idea he's tied up in the closet, forced to watch how well she fucks you, how only she can fuck you.
When James wakes up, he's tied to a chair and gagged so tightly that the corners of his mouth ache. He tries to move but, he's tied to tightly, with coarse rope. He's bound to a chair that is steeled to the floor, there's no way he's getting out of this. Then he hears it. Your lewd moan of Natasha's name, when he looks up, he has full view of your glistening pussy. His cock twitches at the sight with want. He doesn't know how this happened, he's flirted with you once or twice but he didn't think it was that serious. Maybe he should heed Natasha's warnings next time and stay away from you. He didn't know his actions would have consequences. This is a sick punishment. He watches you, stunning and soft and so engrossed in pleasure but he will never get to touch. And at the same time, he feels his guilt of watching you safe and vulnerable without your knowledge rise up in him, he can never look at you again. When his eyes meet Natasha's, she's smirks at him in between kissing your neck and he knows this is what she wanted all along.
"my good girl," Natasha murmurs, as she watches your cunt swallow up her fingers, two and now three of them, fucking into you. Your breath comes in shallow huffs and whimpers and pleas for more as you grind your hips further into your girlfriends hand. She sits behind you, her hard nipples pressed into your back, her hips winding into you from behind. Bucky's hip twitch and he tries to look away but can't take his eyes off of you, your pretty nipples, puckered and tight, your glistening folds waiting to be feasted on.
"yeah honey? you need more?" Natasha chuckles when you whine and begins to fuck you harder with her fingers, "and only I can give it to you yeah?" Natasha asks, slowing her fingers when you don't answer her and smacking your inner thigh. "Answer me baby," she goes to lightly slap your cheek to bring you back to her and get you answering her.
"yes, only you can fuck me so good, please daddy," you whine, writhing into her and you hear a small groan from the direction of your closet. The knowledge that Bucky is watching you has you hot with embarrassment and slick with need. When Natasha suggested she show Bucky how only she can fuck you, you never expected to find being watched so hot. And yet the knowledge of Bucky there, unable to do anything but watch, has your nipples pebbling and heat rising to the surface of your skin.
"please, fuck me daddy," you whine, looking in the direction of the closet and Bucky knows then that you're teasing him. It makes his stomach churn in confusion and anger and hot, white want.
"only when you come for me," Natasha smirks and kisses up your neck, she speeds up her fingers and lets her palm rub over your clit. And then your whining and grinding into her, capturing her mouth with yours and letting her tongue explore you. The kiss is so searing it makes her whimper and she uses her free hand to pinch and roll your nipples again.
"be a good fucking girl, and cum for me baby," she moans, needing to fuck you as much as she needs to be fucked.
"Daddy!" you whine "Nattie, you fuck me so good," you squeal as you cum and Natasha continues to kiss your neck and ride you through your high all the while keeping a steely eye contact with Bucky that has him looking away in shame. His cock so hard he's about to burst in his pants.
"on your knees baby," Natasha says, moving you with her strong arms onto your knees and pressing your face into the sheets, like this Bucky can see the curves of your ass and and the pretty expressions on your face. "Gonna fuck you nice and full," Natasha says, smacking your round ass,
"stay like that," she says getting up from behind you, she sways her hips as she walks into the closet and Bucky starts to panic.
"enjoying the show?" she asks, bending over and reaching into the box at his feet for her large, silver vaginal beads and strap on.
"fuck you," James spits the words venomously but they only make Natasha smile, she raises her leg and places her foot on James' thigh and then while keeping eye contact, shivering and bucking her hips she pushes the beads into herself and winds her hips, clenching around them when they're in. James tries and fails to steady his breathing.
"you wish," she says and shaking, secures the strap-on onto her body. Your lover, quivering, walks toward you and stands before you. "Okay honey," Natasha says, lining her cock up with your mouth, "get this cock nice and wet yeah? Gag on this cock, honey"
and you do, she pulls your head forward and every time the cock his the back of your throat, the strap makes contact with Natasha's clit, it has her clenching involuntarily around the beads, and coupled with the sounds of your gagging on her cock, she's cumming within seconds. James allows himself to release his anger for a moment to image when your soft and perfect mouth would feel like wrapped around his cock.
"good fucking girl," she shudders and after collecting herself. clambers onto the bed behind you. The beads press so perfect into her g-spot that she has to roll her shoulders snd breathes deeply to stop herself from cumming again.
"Please," you whine and wiggle your hips, feeling the strap on rub between your folds, hard and wet and Natasha pushes into you and begins fucking you relentlessly.
"my little fuck dolly," Natasha whines and feels pleasure build in her belly with every movement. She presses into you and angles her hips until your yelping and trying to move away from her cock, "no," Natasha commands, grabbing your hands and holding them behind you, using them for leverage to fuck you harder.
"take this cock," she moans and lifts on leg so she's balancing on her knee and foot. "like a good girl," she moans and fucks you harder, she fucks into you so hard you're practically yelling at the sensation and try to grind back onto her cock for more.
"that's it baby," she groans, "I know how you need it," Natasha releases one of your hands to bring her now free hand down to your clit to rub of the sensitive nub. The dirty words that come from your mouth have James bucking into nothing.
"want you to cum for me," Natasha says between thrusts, she looks over to closet and cocks her head a challenge. James tries to hold himself back but when you lift your head slightly and look directly at him, your mouth slightly parted, your brows furrowed and your moans loud and lewd and carrying an overarching whine to them he cums as soon as you do. "Daddy, fuck!" you whine and grind yourself into her cock harder. Hearing your moans and having the beads press into her with the rhythm of her thrusts, has the coil in Natasha's belly tightening and releasing, finally.
when Natasha pulls out of you, you immediately deflate onto the bed and Natasha reaches for a cloth siting in a bowl of warm water on the bedside table to clean you both up. She tucks you into the bed, kissing your forehead, whispering a small "I love you," and allows you to sleep. Natasha dresses into her pyjamas and then walks to the closet to see James, red with embarrassment and looking away from her.
"don't ever flirt with my girlfriend again," she says, cutting away the ropes and smirking as her scurries out of yours and Natasha's shared bedroom.
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Hiden Weapons (Yelena Belova x Reader)
Pairing: Yelena Belova x Reader
Summary: A month ago you and your girlfriend Yelena moved into an apartment together. You are looking for something and find a hidden weapon.
Word count: 1436
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A month ago you and your girlfriend Yelena moved into an apartment together. The two of you had been dating for seven months prior to the move.
You had a day off from work and were currently looking for some snacks you knew you bought a couple days prior. You open all the cabinets in the kitchen. Hoping you’d find the snacks behind the last door. No snacks, but to your surprise you find a gun taped to the side panel. Slightly shocked you close the cabinet door.
You walk over to the small pantry, sure you’d find your snacks there. You open the door and turn on the light. You open all the boxes, still no snacks. Then a glimmer catches your eye. You walk towards and reach out. In your hand you now hold a knife. Your eyes widen.
You take the knife into the kitchen and place it on the table. You get the gun from the cabinet and place it next to the knife. You wonder, is there more? So you start looking and sure enough behind the TV you find another gun. You keep looking and find two more guns hidden away. All the weapons you found are now placed on the kitchen table.
You sigh and head out of the apartment.
“Honey I’m home” Yelena says in a sing-song voice. “Y/n?” she says louder as she doesn’t hear a response. She looks around the apartment for you, but can’t seem to find you. Finally she walks into the kitchen to look for you there.
Her eyes fall on the kitchen table “shit” she says under her breath. She takes a seat at the table. She knows she messed up. But where were you? It wasn’t like you to walk away from the hard conversations. So she started to worry, tears streaming down her face. What if this was the one thing the two of you couldn’t work past. She had to find you.
Before Yelena can open the apartment door to start looking for you, you open the door and walk in. Yelena stood right behind the door, tears still falling from her eyes.
“Hey baby, what’s wrong?” you say pulling your girlfriend into a hug. Your expression full of worry, Yelena not being one to show these kinds of emotions very often.
“Y-you’re not mad at me?” Yelena mutters. “I’m not, what makes you think I am?”
She leads you over to the kitchen table looking at the weapons “because I hid these around the apartment.”
“Oh sorry love, I didn’t mean to scare you. I just found one and then another, so I kept looking. I’m not mad, with your line of work I know it’s just for protection.” You grab her hand and give it a reassuring squeeze, “so did I find all?” you joke.
Yelena’s eyes the weapons once more “no, you missed a few” she concluded. She starts walking around the apartment and comes back with three more.
“Oh come on, I looked for an hour.” You growl.
“Good thing you became a marketeer and not a spy then” Yelena jokes, the tension finally leaving her body. You chuckle.
“Lena,” you take hold of both of her hands and look her into her eyes “you know you didn’t have to hide them from me right? I get placing them in hiding spots, I mean you could’ve told me about them and their whereabouts.”
“I wasn’t sure. I mean I know you’re not really fond of weapons.” Yelena says after thinking for a moment.
“Yelena, choosing to be a part of your life, means choosing a life with weapons around. You don’t have to hide that from me, I promise.” You said with the up most sincerity in your voice.
You stood up and pulled the girl in for a hug “I love you Lena”. Yelena smiles “I love you too, baby”.
“Wait where did you go?” Yelena asks loosening her grip on you. You reach into your pocket “went to the store to get these” holding out a pack of Sour Patch Kids and a pack of Swedish Fish “I was looking for them when I found the first gun.”
Yelena takes your hand and leads you to the hallway. “Where are we going?” you ask with a confused look on your face as she grabs your coat. “Nowhere” she opens your coat pocket pulling out the packs of candy you were looking for, with a smirk on her face “you never took them out of your coat pockets, детка (baby).”
She walks over to the couch “wanna watch a movie?”
“Actually, since we have all these weapons laying around. I was thinking maybe you could teach me how to use some?” you ask.
“Are you sure?”
“Yes, I would like to be able to protect myself when you’re away on missions.”
You sit at the kitchen table as Yelena shows you how one of the guns work. She hands it to you and shows you how to hold it. She stands behind you, pressed against your back. With her hand on your hand that is holding the gun. She shows you how to aim. “How do you feel about going to a shooting range after dinner, so you can practice shooting and aiming?”
* Two months later *
Yelena was on a mission, she left two days ago and told you it was going to take at least five.
You just came back from work, still wearing your dress pants and a blouse since you had important meetings the whole day.
You heard the front door open. It couldn’t be Yelena yet right? You were waiting to hear the infamous ‘honey, I’m home’ you grew to love hearing every time Yelena came back from work. But the words weren’t spoken, you only heard footsteps walking into your home.
You quietly walk over to the closest gun, hidden away.
With the gun raised you walk over to the intruder. Glad that Yelena taught you not only to use the gun, but also how to make sure they don’t hear you coming.
You walked into the room with the intruder. Gun aimed at the woman, you took the safety off. Hearing the click the woman turns around, hands up. “Who are you?” you say with a stern voice. You had no clue how you could sound that calm. Yelena trained you, but you never had to put the training to the test.
The woman looks at you with a smirk. Hearing another set of footsteps come closer.
You look over to the person walking in next, the gun still aimed at the woman. When you realize it’s Yelena.
“Honey I’m ho-“ she starts before seeing what’s happening. “Easy baby, that’s just my sister.” Yelena says.
Sister? You’re aiming a gun at your girlfriends sister? You froze.
Noticing you hadn’t lowered the gun yet, she steps forwards and puts out a hand to lower your gun. She takes it from your hand and puts the safety back on before placing it on the table.
The shock slowly leaving your body. “Sister?” you say out loud this time.
“Nice to meet you, I’m Natasha.” The woman speaks, looking amused.
“I’m so sorry, I didn’t know” you say looking between Natasha and Yelena. You knew Yelena had a sister, but you never met her or seen pictures of her.
“Don’t worry about it.” Natasha said as she moved past the both of you and sat down on the couch.
“Sorry I didn’t warn you she was coming and that I’d be back earlier” Yelena says while hugging you tight. In your ear she whispers “you looked hot with the gun and the suit.” You feel a blush forming on your cheeks.
“Where did you learn to sneak up on people like that?” Natasha asked shooting you an intrigued look. “That would be your sister.” You say. “She taught you well.” You nod with a content smile.
You show Natasha the spare room, Yelena handed her some sweats and an oversized t-shirt. You excuse yourself to change into some comfier clothes as well. Yelena following close after.
In your room you are once again pulled into a hug. “I missed you” you say as you kiss her. “I missed you too, детка (baby)”.
You walk back into the living room in sweats and a hoodie, followed by Yelena in sweats and a t-shirt. When Natasha also joins you in the living room, you start laughing. “What’s so funny?” Yelena asks.
“We’re all wearing your clothes, love” you snicker.
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To Finish the Job
Previous Part: To Face Her Past
Pairings: Natasha Romanoff x Fem!Stark!Reader
A/N: This would be the ending to my To Realize series. I'm sorry about the delay, and thank you for tuning in to my very first series.
Summary: Natasha's been connecting all the dots about how she feels about you, it's up to her to how she'll handle the situation.
Warnings: none, let me know if there's any.
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“I may have alerted the Red Room but I can help you two.” Melina says Natasha looked at her mother suspiciously. “I already failed once as a mother to you and Yelena, at least let me find a way for you to take down Dreykov.” Natasha trusted her then the three of you headed into the secret room behind the cabinet.
“Anything you’d like to tell us about when we’re at the Red Room?” Natasha asked, then the older woman showed the mask that copies another person's exact features and the voice too. “You’ll be acting as me, once we're boarded in the jet, tell them to land at ground zero and you’ll take Stark directly into Dreykov’s office.”
Now that you’re listening to the information they’re passing back and forth, you’ll be acting as a pitiful Avenger who got kidnapped. “We can’t harm Dreykov, Natasha, but Stark can… He has implanted something on the widows that would stop us from hurting him, as long as the two of us can smell him there’s nothing we can do.”
“Then I’ll just hold my breath, I can handle that.” Natasha said proudly, and you shook your head. “It’s basic science, Nat, you’ll have to sever the nerve, so that you can beat the shit out of Dreykov.” You say, then Melina looked surprised when you answered instead of her. “Yes, Stark is correct, very good.”
You winked at Natasha when her mother complimented you, then Natasha rolled her eyes. “We’ll turn our tracker so that Ross can also find the Red Room.” You looked at Nat questioningly when she mentioned trackers. “We have trackers?” Nat sighed as soon as she tossed something towards you.
“I managed to steal this from your father’s lab.” You look at the triangular metal on your hand, and that’s when you realized what this is. “You have this nano-tech suit with you the whole time? And you didn’t even mention it once?” You ask.
“Because I don’t know whether your father placed a tracker when you activate that thing, now put it on your chest and make sure the widows won’t find that.” Melina sighed with the bantering of you and Nat. “You two are aware that you both are Global Fugitives, yes?” The older asked the both of you, and the two of you nodded.
“Alright then, let Dreykov show the both of you where his keys are to all of his files, he has all the data of the widows he’s controlling and make him talk about his so-called success.” You placed the housing system of the suit right in the middle of your chest, but you didn’t activate the suit yet.
“We can do that, Y/N can be persuasive when it comes to making the enemies talk or Dreykov can just spill the truth on his own.” Natasha says, then it’s time for Natasha and Melina to switch the suits they are wearing, you face the wall not wanting to stare at Natasha while her mother is in the same room.
“Why do you have so many kiss marks on your body?” You gulped nervously when the older woman asked her daughter about all the hickeys. “Are you two some sort of leech?” Melina added, you and the redhead decided not to entertain the questions. “You and Alexei have been making comments about banging each other since we’ve arrived, did we question you about that?” Natasha retorted then you let out a relieved sigh when they changed the topic.
You now turn around as soon as they’re done changing clothes, Nat is wearing her usual Black Widow while Melina is wearing the Winter Widow one. Natasha is currently tying her hair, while the older is looking for an earpiece. “We have one problem, I only have one pair.” Melina said, as she showed the two of you what she currently has.
“Just give it to Yelena, Y/N and I would be fine.” Natasha said, once the three of you are all set to go. Melina asked you to put your hands behind your back, so you did, and she placed some high-tech cuffs on your wrist. Well, you understand why so Dreykov, and the Widows won’t suspect a thing. While the older woman was cuffing you, she slipped a key for the cuffs on your back pocket to help you escape.
Then all of a sudden a bright light from outside surrounded the house, Natasha shot Melina with a Widow’s Bite which knocked the latter out and she placed the mask on her mother, she put on the mask as well then they switched their faces.
You follow Melina outside the room, and Yelena sees you cuffed, Natasha on the ground. “I’m so sorry.” She said before shooting the blonde with the Widow’s Bite, and you saw the Task Master who’s been after your asses for the past few days. “Let’s not keep him waiting, I’m taking Stark with us.” Melina says and the Task Master nodded, and now you follow the two leading you outside the house.
You look behind, seeing Alexei, Yelena, and Natasha, on a stretcher, you pretend to escape from the cuffs yet you only receive chuckles from the soldiers outside. Once all of you have boarded the jet, they injected something on your neck which caused you to feel drowsy, and after that you fell asleep.
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Someone injecting something inside you wasn’t part of the plan, you slowly open eyes, blinking a few times before registering your surroundings. You were sleeping on a couch, then you see Melina talking to Dreykov, you look at the man who reeks evil within him.
“Did you get a good sleep, Stark?” The man asked with his thick Russian accent, he walked towards you, he held your cheek forcing you to look at him. “Too bad your father can’t save you, huh? What a shame.” He said when you glared at him.
“What do we do with Belova?” Melina asked then Dreykov shifted his eyes on the latter, he let go of your face then you felt disgust crawling in your skin on where he had touched you. “Go open her up again and do something with her brain again.” He said casually as if he’s just talking about something so normal.
“What about Romanoff?” The man looked at you then back at the Widow again, he leaned at his table before speaking once again. “Do the same to her, take her brain out, identify the weakness, and Stark too.” You look at him with wide eyes. “Romanoff is a traitor, I raised her, fed her, and this is how she repays me. We both know how powerful I can be with one- no, wait, two! Avengers under my control.” He proudly spoke, then Melina stayed silent listening to all he was saying.
“Wouldn’t you like to speak to her first?” Melina says, then he chuckled and leaned close to the woman, he touched the side of her head turning off the mask and revealing Natasha’s face behind it. “Welcome home, Natasha.” Dreykov says.
Now that Natasha’s true identity is revealed, you silently listen to their interaction and the Task Master pointed their gun to the redhead. “No, don’t go breaking my new toy.” He said then it immediately placed its gun back. “Is this your plan?” He asked Natasha “My plan is to kill you.” The redhead answered.
He chuckled and stepped away from Natasha, strutting his way towards Task Master. “Because of you, you’ve given me new toy to control.” He says then Nat looks at him confusingly. “What was my mother’s name?” Natasha asked and Dreykov placed a finger on his lips as if he’s thinking of an answer.
“Well, we buried her, there was a tree it’s pink blossoms, then there’s a name… Un… Known.” He said that only pissed Natasha. “Didn’t you feel anything when I killed your daughter?” Nat asked once more, and he scoffed. “I was about to talk about that, is that your haunted past?” He says motioning his hand, then suddenly the Task Master is opening its mask.
Then revealed a woman, half of her face has a scar, and that’s when it clicked to you that it is Dreykov’s daughter. “You find it hard to look at her? Don’t worry I do too.” He continued on explaining that he put a chip on the back of Antonia’s head, only for him to order her around like she’s some toy.
After he was done explaining he ordered his daughter to leave, and investigate about what’s happening outside. “You’re doomed, you sent out the thing that would only keep you alive.” Natasha said, then Dreykov cocked his eyebrows. “Really? Try it, Romanoff.” So Nat did try, she tried to stab him but it seems like something is holding her back. “How about the gun? Try it.” Natasha took her handgun out, and she can’t pull the trigger of the gun.
Dreykov took the gun from Natasha’s grasp, and he shot the ceiling showing that it was loaded. He proceeded on explaining why Natash can’t harm him, which Melina already explained earlier, so you and the redhead acted as if the both of you were defeated.
Then Dreykov tried to slap Natasha with the back of his hand, and you have seen Nat flinch, the thing is you’ve never seen the redhead react that way. Dreykov really made sure the widows aren’t going to harm him, which made you even more pissed off.
You wanted to activate your suit and beat up Dreykov, but you’ll have to stick with the plan. You needed him to show the both of you the key to all his files. “So, this is the plan, huh? Are you all handing me to the authorities?” Dreykov says, taking a drink from the alcohol on his desk.
He sat down finishing the beverage he had on his hand. “What now? You’re going to throw me and Y/N into your pathetic puppeteer act?” When the man was about to speak Natasha cutted him off. “When was the last time you had a conversation with someone who isn’t forced to talk to you?” You saw the redhead’s signature smirk.
You know that Nat is intentionally pissing him off, so you stay silent, loving how cocky Natasha can become. “You ran away fighting in the wrong war, the real war must be fought here! In the shadows.” Dreykov said, his fist curled up in irritation.
“You didn’t fight in the shadows, you hid in the dark.” Dreykov’s attitude is gone, now glaring at the redhead. “No one’s noticed why even do it? You’re nothing, you have nothing.” Natasha said, you watch how she cocks her brow and shit-eating grin plastered on her face as she speaks. “There are 50 widows-” Dreykov tried to defend himself once again, yet immediately interrupted again.
“Oh, stop it-” Dreykov slammed both hands on the table in anger. “Don’t tell me to stop!” The man let out and you heard Natasha chuckle, god, you’ve never wanted to pounce on Natasha as much as you want to right now. “If I don’t tell you to stop, when will you know when to shut up?” As soon as Nat stopped speaking, Dreykov punched the redhead on her face.
“Come on, you think I can’t take a punch?” Natasha says, the cocky smirk still isn’t off her face, and the man landed another punch at Nat's face. “Damn it, you’re weak!” You bit your lip when Natasha spoke once again, Dreykov pissed off then kicked Natasha to the ground. “But it’s easy to be tough in front of defenseless little girls.” Nat spoke once more.
Dreykov turns his back on the latter, getting back on his desk once again, opening his drawer revealing a screen and he swipes the ring across it. “I own this world.” He muttered to himself. “You seem desperate to impress me.” Dreykov scoffed before speaking. “I don’t need to impress you or anyone.”
He showed the map of the world with a lot of dots on it, he says those are networks of widows, explaining how he can take over the world with all the widows he can control. “You control all that from here?” You ask him, then he looks at you. “And with you and Natasha, two Avengers under my control.”
“I can finally come out of the shadows, using natural sources that the world has too much of… girls.” He continued, and then Natasha chuckled once again. “All for that little console?” Natasha says with a smile, Dreykov looked at her questioningly. “Oh, you find this amusing?” Natasha walked towards the man’s desk while shaking her head.
“Don’t take it personal but thank you for your cooperation, you weren’t quite strong enough so I’ll finish it myself.” Dreykov scoffed upon hearing Natasha. “What are you going to do then?” He asked, Natasha looked at him with the smirk still on her face. “Sever the nerve.” Then all of a sudden Nat slammed her face on the desk, you flinched when you heard her nose break, and that’s the signal for you to activate the suit.
You tapped the housing system on your chest, then suddenly the parts of the suit quickly crawled on your body, perfectly fitting you, then you heard FRIDAY’s voice once you got a helmet on. “Hello, FRIDAY, I missed you.” You greeted the AI, all of a sudden Dreykov pressed something on the screen,probably calling all the Widows.
“Y/N? Are you there?” You heard your father’s voice, he must have overridden the system of this suit. “Hi, Dad, I missed you.” You say as you watch Natasha beat the shit out of Dreykov, you walked towards the man, stepping on his chest when he was laying on the ground. “You’ve got no idea how much I want to break your face.” You said as you landed a punch on his face, with the metal on your knuckles it wasn’t hard to make the man bleed.
“I missed you too, kid, but you aren’t saying that to me, right?” Your father asked with worry in his voice, you chuckle before answering. “No, dad, it’s the man who tortured Nat.” You say, then when Natasha was about to strike and kill Dreykov for good.
A Widow pulled Natasha with a hook, Dreykov quickly stood up and about to leave his office. “Nobody leaves this room until they’re both dead.” He says, then you and the redhead faced the widows charging on the both of you. “Dad, I’m with Nat! You’ve got nothing to worry about, and this suit is really cool!” You say as you shoot some blasts towards the Widows.
“Y/N! That’s only a prototype, there’s a high chance that it’ll malfunction, you know that.” Your father warned you, you continued to block and throw punches at the Widows who are fighting the both of you. Just when you’re about to blast another Widow across the room, the suit suddenly stops working.
A warning from FRIDAY popped up saying that the suit is experiencing performance issues. “Nat… Got a little problem here.” You say when the suit is slowly crawling back into its housing. “Well, it’s a prototype you should’ve expected that.” Nat sarcastically spoke while dodging and throwing punches at the widow.
“Yeah, no shit, Nat.” You roll your eyes at her remark, the rest of the suit did come back to its housing except for your whole left arm. “I can work with this.” You say then pointing your palms at the Widows charging towards you, then no blasts or explosive came out, and another Widow tackled you from behind.
You can’t escape from their hold considering that there are three of them holding you back, they were about to remove the tech on your chest until Natasha just landed a kick on the Widow’s body to get them away from you, the two of you are getting outnumbered.
Natasha got tackled and now the two of you were receiving left and right punches on your faces, you try to break off but nothing can budge the women holding you, and all of a sudden you see a grenade with the vials wrapped around it. You close your eyes when the explosion occurred, red mist touching your skin as soon as it blew up.
The Widows slowly lets you go along with Natasha, you head towards the redhead and you cup her cheeks making her look at you. Just when you’re about to kiss Natasha the suit decides to function once again, it was fast when it crawled on your skin and covered your whole body. This time you didn’t hear FRIDAYs booting up message and it was your father already.
“See what I mean? I’ve been hearing explosions before our communication stopped, mind telling me about it?” You hear your father on the other line, heaving a sigh before answering. “I think it’s best for me to tell the whole story once we’ve escaped this exploding sky castle.” You said to your dad, looking at the redhead and the blonde, they were talking to the widows.
“I’m sorry what? Sky Castle? What are you talking about?” Your father sounded so confused, honestly you don’t know how to explain shit anymore. “Well, it’s a building and it’s in the sky. Nat and I took down the villain… and the structures are going down too.” You did your best to explain, and all you hear is a sigh from the other end.
You stood up and the sisters are coming over to your direction. “What about Stark?” Yelena says with concern in her voice. “Just go, we’ll be right behind you.” Nat says when she unlocks the files and starts transferring it into small tech that Melina provided.
Yelena left the room with the other widows and now you’re alone with Nat, then suddenly you heard another crac when Natasha fixed her nose, you cringed and imagined the pain when Natasha did that. “Why are you keeping your helmet on?” the redhead asked. “Cause I don’t want to break my nose.” You teased the latter, the two of you were waiting for the files to finish transferring.
“What’s the plan?” You ask her then the explosions outside are getting louder and stronger, Natasha grabbed the flash drive containing all the files. “To get out of here and hunt down Dreykov.” Natasha says, you grab her by the waist and you cover her head with one of your hands to avoid protecting her from the debris that is falling.
You now fly off the office then once you two were outside in an open area, the suit gives out a warning before it would malfunction again. “Nat, you see a landing spot?” You ask the redhead, she pointed at a space inside the building, you quickly head into the space then the two of you saw Antonia locked in one of the cells.
Natasha walked towards the woman, talking to the latter while you were trying to make the suit work properly once again, you did manage to tweak something in its system then you see Nat freeing Antonia. “Nat, you’re aware that she’s still trying to kill you, right?” Then the redhead looked at you. “I can’t leave her here to die.” She says, then another sudden explosion happened.
You fell with Natasha, while Antonia is nowhere to be found, you now manage to make the suit work again, you appreciate how fast your reflexes were to catch Nat, you hold on to her tight before placing her down where the two of you saw Yelena tailing Dreykov.
Natasha quickly ran after the blonde and shouting her name. “Yelena! Don’t do it!” Nat made sure Yelena could hear her, then later combined her batons and stuck them into the engine causing another explosion. “Shit-” You cursed as you saw Yelena became unconscious from the explosion. “Go after her Y/N, please.” The redhead pleaded.
You nodded, yet before you dive down you got your head out of the suit and left a kiss on Natasha’s lips. “I love you! Say it back when you meet me and Yelena on the ground.” You shouted, now the suit covering your head once again. You ran before taking off and started heading down, looking around then you see the blonde up in the air and still unconscious.
You boosted yourself, avoiding the debris falling and managed to reach Yelena, you have your arm around her shoulder and the other below her knee. Holding her tight and secure, then she slowly gains consciousness and the first thing she sees is your silver colored helmet. “You’re the coolest Avenger.” She mumbles.
The two of you are still up in the air, doing your best to keep Yelena safe. “You think so? I’m not exactly an Avenger-” You spoke honestly, you’re not really an Avenger. Your father did not want you to be in harm, yet being the stubborn you are, you still did missions and would join them when saving the world.
It’s not like you and your dad would fight about it when you’re already in the Quinjet, he can’t throw you out the window or anything. So he just let you join them, and that’s when you and Nat started having small moments together, starting the redhead teasing you about your dad being overprotective.
“Natasha likes you.” Yelena added, the two of you are close to the ground and the suit malfunctions again, the tech crawled its way back to the housing, the blonde fell on her ass while you fell face first. You heard a crack and holy shit, your nose broke. “No shit, Yelena.” You say as the two of you sat down on the grass, watching Red Room falling down.
“And I like you for my sister, I don’t know what she saw in you but you seem actually nice and you’re fun to be around, we should hang out sometimes.” You smile at the thought of Yelena approving you for your sister, then you remove the housing system on your chest. “Really? I mean of course, it’s me Y/N Stark.” You joked, your nose still crooked.
Then suddenly you felt a pair of arms on your shoulder, looking over it you see Natasha who seemed relieved. “I love you too… I’m alive.” She whispered, you face the redhead and crash your lips against hers, sighing into her touch then you peel yourself away from Nat, looking over your shoulder seeing Yelena with her frowned face.
Natasha lets go of you then you move away for a bit to give them space, then attaching the tech on your chest once again, tapping it twice to activate. It crawls to your skin and you hear FRIDAYs startup message once again. “Hey, dad?” You softly spoke.
“What’s up, kid?” You hear your father then you heave a sigh. “I miss you, I’m sorry I disappointed you.” You say then it stayed quiet for a bit. “No, Y/N, I’m sorry I said that… You just did what you think is right, and you’re actually right, you also followed your heart.” Your father reassured you. “I love you, kid, hope we see each other again.” You hear him say before the suit malfunctions again.
“Was that Tony?” Natasha asked, her hand on your shoulder and you answered with a nod. “Yeah, just checking up on me.” You say then Alexei and Melina came up to you three. “Everybody okay?” You ask then Melina chuckled. “I’m clearly injured.” She says while limping as she walks.
Then suddenly you and Natasha see a trail of cars about to head in your direction. “Here comes the cavalry.” Nat says Alexei was about to get ready for a fight. “You guys go.” Then a collection of disagreement from the three, you couldn’t help but smile at the interaction. “Besides, if we manage to fix us, maybe there’s a little hope for our team.” Natasha says as she places her hand on your waist.
“You take care of each other, okay?” Melina says, then the Widows came back for them, and they headed into the aircraft. “Stark! You better marry my daughter, Melina told me about the kiss marks!” Alexei shouted with his thick Russian accent. “Yes, sir!” You shouted back and waved goodbye to them.
Turning your head to Natasha and you see her with a smile on her face. “You got plans on marrying me?” The redhead teased, and you pulled her close to you, pressing your lips on the side of her head. “Only if you become my girlfriend.” You say then the two of you got off each other when Ross and his boys are closing in.
Both of you had your hands at the back of your head. “I’ll gladly be your girlfriend, Stark.” Natasha says, you look at her then she sends you a wink.
“Vision’s going to be my bridesmaid.” Natasha chuckled with your suggestion.
“Clint is going to be my best man then.”
“Yeah, we’ll have to bust them out of jail then.”
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To Grow Old With You
Information: Pt.3 of Song Prompt Mini-Series under Natasha X R; Wanda X R
Summary: It wasn't all good getting there, but you got there anyway
Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x Reader
TW: Mention of cheating
Word Count: 3,505
A/N: Thank you so much to @lostandsearching for proofreading for me 🥰 and thank you to @ideas-for-you-to-adopt for requesting this!
“Can you show me your best ones in this color?” You asked the Jeweler who happily assisted you
He laid down five options, you didn't like the first three. It doesn't scream her but the fourth one made your eyes sparkle
It's simple and elegant, just like her
"She's taking that," Stark said immediately. This was the 4th store you dragged him into. If this one had drawn your attention, he won't waste any more time so you can convince yourself otherwise
While the jeweler packs the item, he leans on the counter and got your attention
“I’m happy for you. You two deserve each other” Tony taps you on the shoulder as you both watch the item you just bought being wrapped nicely
“Me too, Tony. I’ve never felt this happy before her”
. . .
“Shall we eat somewhere outside tonight?” Natasha asked, her head leaning on your shoulder as you two sit on the sofa, legs lifted on the coffee table, popcorn bowl resting on your lap while you watch an episode of your favorite TV series
“If you promise to behave and not do something extreme, yes, gladly” You teased the woman eliciting a snort from her, disbelief in her voice
“I always behave” She complained and you chuckled
“Your idea of behaving is chasing a thief and opening multiple stitches, darling” Natasha crossed her arms on her chest and huffed
“I’m not about to let a criminal getaway”
“There’s like...maybe 3 officers chasing him” you shook your head, attention fully on her and judgment on your face
“Well they were too slow, he was getting away” You glared at Natasha and she rolled her eyes “Fine, no more extreme actions from either of us” You smiled. Your phone silently vibrated on the table and you picked it up
“Better pick a restaurant then while I get this” You sighed after seeing the caller ID, you stood up and walked to the kitchen so your conversation won’t interrupt the show as Natasha continue to watch while scrolling on her phone for the nearest restaurant that will catch her interest
Looking back again on Natasha, you answered the phone and ask in an exasperated tone “Steve, I told you I’m on a leave until Nat-”
“Y’n, it’s Wanda” Your eyes squinted
“Do you need something?” your voice takes on a tone of indifference, Natasha picked it up and looks up at you
“Can we talk, in person and in private?'' Wanda asked and you purse your lips. Natasha gave you an inquisitive look but you only sighed and mouthed ‘later
“If it’s about missions, I’m on a leave” Natasha’s curiosity got the best of her, and walked up to you, you smiled and shook your head at her. She shrugged, trying to listen in on your conversation
“It’s not…” Then there was silence, Wanda’s heavy breaths filled the void, her voice was hesitant when she spoke again “I...I made a mistake. I still love you Y/n, I want to talk about it more in person if you are willing to get back together again and make us work”
Natasha bit her lips at Wanda’s words. She tried to read your expression even if she was scared to know your answer. Technically, you weren’t together with her because Natasha wanted to wait a bit more, to make sure you both wanted the same thing, to be together
Now, Wanda is trying to get you back. Wanda was the love of your life. She was your first girlfriend and she will always have a special place in your heart. Now you are being offered a chance to continue that life with her, to fill that space inside you that she had left behind
You watched insecurities flash on Natasha’s face before she gave you a smile and a nod. It was permission to cancel your plans tonight and try to make it work with Wanda again. She was conflicted, her eyes show that she wants you to stay, but at the same time, she also wants you to be happy
She just doesn't know yet that your happiness lies here, with her
You held Natasha’s hand with your free one and kissed her open palm before pulling her closer and wrapping her arms on your waist
“I’m sorry Wanda, I have a dinner date with Natasha,” You said without breaking eye contact with Natasha “Our time has passed, I’ve moved on for the better. I’m sorry if it didn’t work for you and Vision but I do hope for a better future for you just like what I see in mine” You said before cutting the line and putting the phone on the counter
Natasha teared up, she clenched her jaw to stop herself from crying
“Darling, what are you waiting for? We have a date to get to” You smile, leaning down and kissing her on her lips that she gladly returned
. . .
[You say you know, when you know, well I know
I know that's true
Never did, never did, as a kid
But now I do, oh-oh, oh-oh]
“Ugh Nat, this bag is so heavy!” You grunted, complaining as you haul the luggage up the stairs “What the hell is in this thing?” you asked and she shook her head smiling
“You’ve become weak, you have to train with me again,” she said, hauling hers easily up the stairs. You rolled your eyes at her but watch her get up the stairs and down again to help you with a smile
She’s finally moving in with you and today, you can’t be happier. You will carry hundreds of heavy luggage as long as you know that she’ll be waking up with you in the morning and going home to kiss you after a long day
[Rush of blood, to my head, swear to God
I wanna die inside this feeling
You say you know, when you know, well I know
Looking at you]
Natasha proudly sighed, putting the last of the books on the newly assembled bookshelf you bought from IKEA once you realized she would have more books than you had storage for
You saw something rolled on the floor and picked it up, turning it over on your palm to investigate the metal “Hey Nat?” You called and she turns to you, a proud smile still on her face after finally finishing assembling the bookshelf, you showed her the screw
Her eyes squinted trying to focus on the small item and when she realized her eyes grew wide at the same time as a creaking sound could be heard, the bookshelf crashing from the weight and the missing material follows soon after
You both step back hopelessly watching the books and broken shelves settle on the floor
“Maybe it’s better to just buy a newly built one…” You suggested and she nodded, not wanting to say anything more about being self-sufficient
[I know time can change us, break us
Make us lose our minds]
“Come on...do we need to clean every month?” You ask, pouting while leaning on the mop Natasha brought to you
“Yes, I can’t live in a filthy house!” She laughs, pushing you to start cleaning “Also, it keeps the mold and insects out. You hate insects right?” You squint your eyes at her, still not convinced “Remember when we were on a mission and something crawled up to you?”
She made a gesture of creepy crawlies walking up to your arms “And then” her voice lowered and you felt the room got colder “Those itsy bitsy insect legs running up your exposed skin” she whispered in your ear. The hairs on your body stood to attention as you jump away from her with your skin pale and sweaty
You hurriedly mop the whole surface of the floor, making sure to get the corners and crevices. Natasha watched you with amusement. She had you in the palm of her hands and she was more than happy to give you a little nudge, if you needed one
[I'll hold you 'til we're older
Love you when I'm sober
Be there 'til the air stops
Pumping out your lungs]
"Darling?" You called, tracing your hand up and down her arm. Your head propped on your hand as you lay to your side, trailing short kisses on her neck and shoulder. She hummed, rotating her head to look back at you. There was silence as you contemplate on the things and feelings you want to convey
She rotated her body to face you, her hand on your blanket-covered waist, rubbing small circles with her thumb. You watch her eyes glint under the moonlight glow slipping from the cracks in between the curtains
"Are you happy?" You asked in a whisper and she frowned but Natasha knows you well enough to read right through you and your self-doubt
Natasha smiled, taking your face in her hand and pulling you closer to claim your lips. It was a gentle kiss, it was soft, warm, wet...you tasted all of her and all of you in her mouth, unsung feelings dancing between you through your connected lips
She leans back, kissing you once more before looking into your eyes with all the sincerity in her heart
"I have never been happier, Moya Lyubov. I love you"
Your heart exploded with warmth. You buried your head in her neck and smiled, muttering a soft "I love you, too" in the crook, tickling a giggle out of her
Natasha pulled your body closer to hers and you both fall asleep keeping each other warm
[Kiss me like the first time (the first time)
Even at the worst times (the worst times)
Even when it hurts, I swear you keep mе up
I'll hold you 'til we're
Old, old, o-o-o-old]
“Y/n’s been acting weird with me,” Natasha said, complaining to Bruce and Steve about your recent treatment of her
“What do you mean weird?” Bruce asked
“Well...she’s giving me the cold shoulder and she doesn’t say anything probably to avoid a fight but I feel like she’s doubting every move I make” Natasha sighed with irritation
“Well, you’ve been going on a lot of missions lately and since she is no longer an Avenger, she’s not allowed details”
“That’s true but she was an Avenger and knows how we work so maybe, there is something more to it. What else do you notice?” Steve asked this time, knowing you a bit better than Bruce and finding your actions uncharacteristic
“Well, I don’t know...she gets sad when I get home very late. Won’t talk to me at all and just prepare meals in the morning before she leaves for work. I haven’t done the chores much either because of work and just forgets a few little details from time to time” Natasha closed her eyes, hand rubbing her temple “Is it that big of a deal, we’re just really busy these days”
“And all you tell her is ‘I’m busy with work and missions’?” Steve asked and Natasha nodded. He rolled his eyes and tuts his tongue “No wonder she’s giving you the cold shoulder”
“What do you mean?” Natasha asked, facing him. Her back facing the door while Steve leans on the table closer to Nat
“Isn’t that what Wanda kept saying before she was discovered having an affair with Vision? That’s what you kept telling me” Natasha’s eyes widen and she gasped, realizing that her actions were bringing up past trauma for you
She was about to agree with Steve but when she looked at him, his own eyes were wide with shock. Natasha turned around and saw you by the door, your face sullen and broken. You walked away at Natasha called but you ignored her
“What’s wrong with her?”
“I saw our reflection on the door opposite us, from her view, it looked like we were kissing” Steve muttered and Natasha’s heart dropped
. . .
Natasha immediately runs after you but she was surprised to see you in the living room of the compound instead while drinking water
“Y/n” She called, slowly approaching you
“Can you explain that or should I just assume you’re moving out now?” You answered, Natasha winced at the indifference in your voice but she froze when you looked at her. Your eyes were devoid of any emotion, your feelings shut down completely
Natasha only saw that expression on you once, it was when Wanda broke up with you, now it’s her on the receiving end. The difference is, Natasha is innocent and Wanda is not
“I-” Natasha started but her voice got caught in her throat. She doesn’t understand why she’s suddenly trembling. She is innocent!
“You what?” You asked, sipping on the water once more before gently and calmly putting it on the coaster
“Nothing happened,” Steve said, arriving to save Natasha and fix this mess. Your eyes traveled to Steve and he froze as well but he didn’t let it faze him “We were just talking, Bruce was there too. We can check the cameras if you want”
“No” You denied the offer, “I only want Natasha’s word” Natasha clenched her jaw and stood straighter, mad at herself that she can’t even assure you of her loyalty at the time you needed it the most
She needs to do better
“Yes, it’s true. We were just talking” You nodded and let out a sigh of relief before you felt tears run down your cheeks. You’ve been holding it in for so long, you just can’t stop it now
Natasha’s legs immediately brought her to your side, holding you close as your shoulder shakes. Steve felt both guilty and relieved, so he decided to leave and give the two of you some space.
Natasha’s recent actions were reminiscent of all of Wanda’s covering acts of betrayal. It wasn’t hard to convince yourself that Natasha was having an affair too. That pain and paranoia Wanda gave you is something that will forever be engraved in your heart and mind, and even if Natasha was able to heal the bleeding with her love, the scars will always remain as a reminder but despite the scars, there inside you is the trust Natasha built over the years, she just needed to access it again with the keys
This time, it was her words that were needed
“I’m so sorry, my love. I didn’t realize I was hurting you” Natasha whispered, tears of her own flowing freely from her eyes
“It’s okay, I’m just glad I didn’t lose you”
Natasha brought both her hands to your cheeks and smiled “You’ll never lose me” leaning towards you, Natasha brought your lips together, tasting the bitter side of love
[You can stay, you can sway, back and forth
I'd do it too, no, I
Wouldn't know, how to let, lеt you go
If I wanted to, oh-oh, oh-oh]
You watch Natasha pick out the best-looking ingredients on the shelves while you roll the cart away. Silently following the woman and answering questions when asked. You like admiring Natasha doing mundane, domestic things. She never had the chance when she was living in the compound, always tucked away in her room eating take-outs or requests from Stark’s kitchen
She made it a mission to learn to watch out for good and bad ingredients and learn how to cook, pestering the chef in the compound to teach her and let her experiment there
Natasha immediately learned that you like your junk food too much, she lets you buy a few, picking out some of her own as well. Snacks that you two would share for the month are separated from the snacks that would be served to the guests. Sam, Bucky, Steve, and Tony always insisted on hanging out in your apartment, sometimes sleeping over when they get too drunk
Natasha makes sure to keep all the cabinets and the refrigerator full for the month
When you get home, you wash and wipe the groceries and she sorts them out to their places that you both got accustomed to. She learned to put each item in places where it’s easily accessible when needed, she learned all that by observing
After cleaning up, she would look around and admire her work, you would stand by her side and admire her
[Cold sweat in the bed
Swear to God
That I would die before I'd leave you
You say you know, when you know, well I know
Laying with you
I know time can change us, break us
Make us lose our minds]
“These are the bills for this month, these are the taxes and these are the budgets for other things,” Natasha said, sliding some papers your way. Your brows furrowed and your tongue licking your lower lips as you compute the numbers written on the paper neatly arranged in a folder
It’s Natasha’s favorite time of the month where she can calculate everything this month and plan everything else for the next month. Living with Natasha, you’ve learned to follow a routine, schedules, and budgeting
To others, it might seem like a pain but the way she cared for all the details in your life together can only make you stop typing on your little calculator and steal a glance at the woman who had the tiniest smile on her face as she read more of the receipts you two have accumulated for the month
With Natasha, you have never felt more organize and secure
Natasha’s eyes squinted as she put on her earrings. You two will be going on a date but you will be going there straight after work. No one else said they’ll be coming in
Slightly irritated that she got interrupted getting ready, she sighed and went downstairs to open the door, taking her electric baton on the way, just in case
She waited once more for a knock and when there was another pair, she opened the door and saw you. She tilted her head with a curious smile aimed at you
“What’s happening?” She asked but you only flashed her a grin before pressing a button and music started
You sang the lyrics to her as you drop the placards on your side each time and Natasha smiling continuously, leaning on the ajar door trying to figure out what you’re planning
[I'll hold you 'til we're older
Love you when I'm sober
Be there 'til the air stops
Pumping out your lungs
You put the placards on the table and took Natasha’s hands, guiding her inside the house. You snapped your fingers and dim, romantic lights turned on. Natasha looked around in amazement
Kiss me like the first time (the first time)
Even at the worst times (the worst times)
Even when it hurts, I swear you keep me up]
You placed yourself in the middle of the living room, placed a hand on your shoulder and you held the other and her waist. You swayed yourself to the rhythm of the music as you sing the lyrics softly
Natasha giggled and moved with you. Sometimes, it annoys her that you act so rashly and become unpredictable but those times are what she enjoys the most
[I'll hold you 'til we're
Old, old, o-o-o-old
I'll hold you 'til we're older
Love you when I'm sober
Be there 'til the air stops
Pumping out your lungs]
You turn Natasha slowly and dipped her, you both chuckled when your spine cracked making your pitch unstable
“Maybe let’s stick to the basic swaying” She whispered and you snort
“I wish I can disagree” you answered before you started singing again
[Kiss me like the first time (the first time)
Even at the worst times (the worst times)
Even when it hurts, I swear you keep me up]
Natasha held you close for a while, her head leaning on your shoulders. The smell of roses from her shampoo filling up your senses and her hot breath fanning your neck. You felt like you were holding your world, and maybe in some way...you are
You stopped dancing and moved Natasha to arm’s length, her head tilted in question. You slipped away from her but continued singing. You took something from the cabinet near the television and when you faced Natasha, her eyes widen
[Oh (old, old, o-o-o-old)
You (old, old), yeah (o-o-o-old)
I wanna hold you, wanna hold you, wanna hold you
I wanna hold you
To raise and pain, I wanna hold you, wanna hold you
You walked towards her once more, smiling before you slowly kneeled in front of her, the black box with a green gemstone ring sitting in the small cushion
“Natasha Romanoff, would you be so kind and make my dream of holding you til’ we’re old come to life?”
Natasha’s face was filled with tears, happy tears. She flashed you a smile before wiping it away “Gladly”
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Melina: Yelena, what do IDK, LY, and TTYL mean?
Yelena: I don’t know, love you, talk to you later.
Melina: Ok, I love you, too, I’ll just ask Natasha.
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Part One // Lost
Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x Fem!Reader
Word Count: 2576
Warnings: Cussing, not smut but mentions nsfw insinuations so minors dni pls
Lyubimaya moya: Russian for my love
Ain't Got Nothing But the Blues // Ella Fitzgerald, Joe Pass
Since I've Been Loving You // Led Zeppelin
You sat in the compound alone. A piping hot tea nestled in your hands as you stared into the space. Loneliness possessing you and silence surrounding you. Every part of your body felt cold, it seemed to reject the possibility that she wasn’t here. It was like your every cell called out trying to bring her back but she was gone. You had never attached yourself to someone in such a manner and yet you found yourself lost. Lost and searching, watching and waiting, hoping that she'd slip into your bed, her bed, and cuddle up beside you. Every time a door opened you rushed to see if it was her. Public places were the worst, in a sea of faces, you found yourself looking for hers all while knowing you wouldn't find her.
one week ago
You had spent 12 months in deep cover, unable to contact anyone for fear of jeopardising your mission and you couldn't tell what was worse, the waiting, watching the news while trying to find anything you could about the Sokovia accords. You remember scrolling through article after article, refreshing the wiki page almost daily, grasping for any news of what was happening in the compound but what you had found was all civi reports, nothing substantial. You considered leaving the mission, taking all the information you had found, and just hightailing it to the compound. Nevertheless, you completed your mission, you were patient and you stuck with S.H.I.E.L.D only to return to an almost empty compound, an empty room, and an empty bed.
The Avengers didn’t exist anymore. Steve, Nat, Clint, Sam, Wanda, half your team, the only family you'd ever known, was gone, and half left behind in emotional ruins. During your debriefing, as the account of your own loss was relayed back to you, you felt yourself stand a little straighter. Your body tensed up, head to toe as if it could act as a physical wall between you and the grief you were feeling. It worked. your clenched jaw was the leash holding back your tears, your knuckles were white as they gripped each other behind your back.
No, had been a silent chant in your head forbidding you from crying.
When you arrived, the compound was empty except for Rhodey who greeted you with tired eyes, carried by weary shoulders.
“Then there were two,” You smiled as Rhodey brought you into a hug.
“Did Fury kick your ass for sending that letter while undercover?” He asked almost playfully.
“No, everyone was too busy basking in my glorious triumph… and then enlightening me on this dumpster fire," You sighed, gesturing to the building behind your friend. "I'm sure he'll get it when there's time. Who's left?"
"Tony, you and me."
"Do we know where Nat is?"
"Ross is head hunting everyone who opposes the bill. Speaking of which, did they make you sign it?" You walked inside and made your way to the living room.
"I have three weeks to 'sign or resign', I believe were his words. He wouldn't headhunt me apparently cause I am not classed as an 'enhanced individual'."
What he doesn't know, can't hurt me, you think to yourself.
"That's pretty generous, what will you do?" You sat on opposing sides of the lounge room couch.
“Depends,” he could hear your answer before it came. Rhodey considered himself your older brother biology be damned. He wanted to protect you from this mess, but some things he couldn’t fix.
“On whether or not I can find Nat, if I should even look.” A heavy sigh left him before he responded.
“I don’t know where she is, Christ, no one does. All I know is you are the only reason she stayed so long.” He saw how you wilted then corrected yourself by straightening your posture
"She's gone," the only two words you could think of. "She's gone," you felt tears threaten to break through the levee you had built when Ross had dropped the accords on the desk in front of you.
Silence trapped you and you felt Rhodey wrap his arms around you. You didn't notice the tears falling down your face till he spoke.
“Hey, hey, hey, you’re gonna be okay, Y/n.” During the years that James had known you, he had seen you battle a number of traumas. He had heard you scream before your body pulled you from a nightmare. He had watched as missions weighed down your shoulders and seen the words of your enemies play in your head and through it all, he had watched you stand straighter, taller, stronger. He watched you root yourself in the love of the people surrounding you. This, this was different. It was different because the soil which nourished those very roots was gone. All the strength that had held you up through the years had disappeared and now the wind had toppled you over. You were the same tree, strong and sturdy but despite all that strength and durability, you were left lying on the side of a busy road after a storm. Nevertheless, you pulled yourself together and stood so Rhodey could guide you to your room.
"Right next to mine, so if you have any issues, just knock or message me. We'll get through this."
After awakening from his own nightmares, nightmares of these accords, and the loss of his legs, new fuel to the fire, he wandered out to the living room to see you, Cheetos to your left, and a cup of tea to your right, playing Mortal Kombat.
A deep voice boomed throughout the room “Fatality.”
Wordlessly, he picked up a controller and sat next to you.
“Ready to get your ass kicked kid."
“It is my duty to inform you, Lieutenant, that the only ass about to be kicked is yours," you laughed, giving him a moment to join the game and pick his character.
"How are you... dealing?" You asked after a few rounds of getting your ass handed to you.
"One day at a time," he sighed. "Honestly sometimes it's more that I'm not dealing at all, just ignoring it all, I guess. I gotta be in meetings with Ross weekly at the moment so I can't afford to 'not deal'."
"It really fuckin does. Wait... how did you do that?" He said after you had figured out a special move. "Have you been letting me win?"
"Not entirely sure and possibly," you snickered as he paused the game to look at the controls.
"Want to hear something kinda dumb?" he said not taking his eyes away from the screen, still fiddling with his controller.
"When it gets lonely and everything is too quiet, I have a video which is basically a compilation of all of the videos that everyone took during game nights and missions. Just a big compilation of all our shenanigans and I let it play in the background and sometimes when I can't sleep, I just watch that shit, over and over. It's like a bad movie that I can't tear my eyes away from." He laughs, and you both return to the game.
"I don't think that's dumb." You say spamming his character to death.
"You're right, the fact that you can spam that move so damn easy... that's dumb." You laugh at his outburst, happy for the mood shift. "I can send it to you if you want."
"I think you're just bad at losing and that'd be great thanks." You laugh choosing the same character for the next round.
"No, if you have to spam to win then you suck at winning," He makes to steal your controller but you whip it away.
"No sir, winning is winning and all I do is win."
Slowly, night turns to morning and that deep booming voice calls another win for you.
“Kitana Wins... Fatality.”
“Dude... when did you have time to get so good at this?!”
“I was born this good, we both know that.” You playfully punched his shoulder as you both laughed.
At some point, you put the controllers down, and fall asleep.
Two weeks later
Many nights were spent like that. Dueling through the dawn, trying to decide whether or not to sign the accords. You technically didn't count as an enhanced human. You had one week left to decide.
Some part of you, a rather big part of you if you were being honest was still considering trying to find Natasha. You often caught yourself wondering if she missed you as much as you missed her.
Did she get my letter in time? Is she ok? Where could she have gone? and so many other questions were constantly running through her head. Would she want to see you? Would she care if you did or didn't sign the accords? Were they together or had they been separated? you knew Scott was on house arrest, similarly with Clint but where were Sam and Steve, and most importantly, the question driving you insane, where was Natasha?
Every fiber of your being longed for her, burned for her. All you wanted was to see her mischievous smirk, to see the sparkle in her eyes when she thought of something brilliant, to feel her strong body against yours, and to feel her hands on your hips. You wanted to hear her laugh as you trained together, for her hand to slap yours away while she cooked. You missed being surrounded by her, you missed her vibrance. It felt like it had been an eternity since she had called your name. You were left feeling vacant. Her absence was explicitly obvious almost everywhere you went. You cooked breakfast without roaming hands. You laid awake, alone, and cold at night. Sometimes though it was as if you weren’t really there at all. During the nights you found yourself unable to sleep and watching Rhodey as he played Doom or Skyrim or as he practiced Mortal Kombat, you'd just sit with your head leaning against his shoulder, whispering to yourself two Russian words over and over.
Four Weeks Later
Nothing felt warm, not the hot cup of coffee in your hands, not the couch beneath you or the blanket on top of you. The sun was dark, and music was replaced with a harsh static. An emptiness radiated from you, an emptiness and a dangerous silent stillness. You had signed the accords and it felt like a mistake. You couldn't look for her now and Ross wasn't stupid enough to send you after her. You were talking to Tony again though. You weren't sure how you felt about it, you could see his angle and understand his intentions but this still felt like a mistake.
So you ignored that feeling and returned to training. You trained harder than ever before and fought stronger than ever before. Rhodey trains with you then you both grab yourselves KFC after. It was one of your many rituals. He could see as you hardened your heart and as you transformed your levee into a dam, capable of holding so much more than before. He was unsure if it was a good thing but certain it was necessary. All he could do was be there for you and likewise, you were there for him.
Soon you’re even back in the field, attending press events, parties, and council meetings although, much to your distaste, there is more of the latter. Every now and again between missions, you send a letter to Nat's safe house in Budapest, knowing she wouldn't be there but hoping maybe it would find her. In your most vulnerable moments, when all you feel is your simmering anger and upset at the situation. In moments where 'Why didn’t you come and find me? Take ME WITH YOU!' were all you could think of in moments when you wanted to be angry, when you wanted her to answer for her absence. Then you remembered the decision she had stood beside. You remembered her unmoving and unwavering love and you felt less angry and more as if you were going to combust. You just wanted to see her, even if from afar, just a glimpse of her fiery red hair. Just so you could remember how she truly sounded when she first whispered “Lyubimaya moya.”
You felt as if you were forgetting her, as if all you remembered was the cold and missing her. You wanted warmth to spread through you once again. You wanted to slap her shoulder playfully, call her a liar and kiss her. You wanted to moan her name and hear her whisper dirty things in your ear. You wanted to hear her faint sighs of pleasure, her grunts as she fights, her laughter as she teases. You wanted to hear her complain of hunger before suggesting she eat you. You wanted to see her gasp with surprise, pleasure, and pain. You longed to hear the string of Russian profanities erupt from her after she stubs her toe. You wanted to see the creases in the corner of her eyes as she laughed, her analytical stare as she helped you train. You wanted to see her expression when she noticed you teasing her across the room. You wanted to feel her hand in yours, hear the adoration in her voice as she tells you, you’re beautiful. You wanted to feel her stare for longer than she should. Whenever some cocky intern hits on you, you want her to waltz up to them out of the blue and let them know who you belonged to. You want her so badly that you see her everywhere. You can almost feel her arms wrap lovingly around your waist. She feels so close and yet so far away. That's the worst part you think, feeling lost, as if belonging is out of your reach, as if most people who you once called friends are strangers again.
So, you train, you train and train and train waiting for her to waltz in and whisper, “Lyubimaya moya, you’re overworking yourself. Come, let’s have a bath.” She never comes, and you train till you pass out. Rhodey now has a nurse on standby because he has had to carry you to your bed more times than he can count. He worries and you find yourself always apologising.
Tony has started to employ your help with his tinkering, solely to keep you busy and unbeknownst to you, Pepper and Rhodey look for her, and every time they think they’ve found her she slips away.
It’s been a year and you've given up because if Natasha Romanoff doesn’t want to be found, you won’t find her. It's as simple as that. It’s been a year and no matter where you search or how many times you whisper 'my love', hoping she appears with a resounding ‘Lyubimaya moya’, it never comes.
It's been a year and you finally have the courage to step into the room you once shared with her. It looks like no one has touched it since she left. On the end of the unmade bed, tucked slightly beneath the sheet was an envelope. It had a thin layer of dust and when you picked it up you almost burst into tears.
Scrawled in her rushed handwriting were the words you wanted to hear most, "Lyubimaya moya"
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AVENGERS ASSEMBLE !
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Thor, checking phone: Oh, it’s my brother!
Natasha: Yes! Did he get me the stuff?
Thor: Yeah, he says he got you the clown costume, the power drill, and... twelve gallons of blood.
Natasha: Wow. Where did he find twelve gallons of fake blood?
Thor: You wanted fake blood?
Thor: I’ll go call my brother.
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scarlett: "natasha's favourite fight move... er... is probably ...er... what's it called? the thigh grip? what do you call it? the master thigh hold....? the thighmaster hold?..."
renner:"to be choked out by your thighs would be a good way to go. that's my favourite move."
41/100 days of hawkeye
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Bruce and Natasha were a hot couple even before they were a couple.
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McGuan, Black Widow
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an idea i had and dont really know if ill keep writing but posting a portion of it anyway
“We need you here now. Clint’s critical and Natasha is conscious but unable to move.”
Tony’s voice echoed in the quinjet where I was organizing medical supplies. Quickly shoving everything into my medic bag, I put on my glasses and headed out the now open hatch.
“MAI direct me to Clint and the others.”
“Right away.” A robotic female voice responded.
The glasses I had on filled my vision with the vitals of my teammates, the current civilian injured/deceased count, and now the directions to Clint. It appeared as a bright blue stripe at my feet.
“MAI pinpoint the injured on my map please.”
Taking a moment to memorize it, I pressed my hands to my chest. Summoning enough power that looked like tendrils of light blue strings and sparks from my chest, I flung my hands to my sides. Then shook my hands as I picked up my pace.
“I’ve sent all injured civilians to hospitals in the area still operating. Contact as many as you can to expect patients.”
I didn’t have any time to notice the destruction around me. I jumped over fallen debris and avoiding overturned cars. The blue ribbon guided me well.
“You are 1.5 miles away from your destination.”
I quickly switched on my comms with the avengers.
“Whoever is near Natasha take two big steps away from her. Cap I need you to lay Natasha on her back. Support her head and tilt it back to clear her airway.”
“Yes doc, I’m on it.” There was a pause before Cap continued. “Okay everyone clear. I have Natasha.”
“I’m placing a pocket of filtered oxygen around you both and mild pain relief gas. Don’t move until I get to you.”
I rounded a corner and picked up my pace even more. Not enough to make me lose my breath but enough to make my bag smack heavily against my back.
“Natasha, love, are you there?”
“…Yes.” Her breathing was labored and pained.
“Everything’s going to be okay dove. I’m almost there and the medics will be here soon to take you to the med wing. I’m going to take care of the pigeon. You just stay awake for me yeah?”
“Okay…you got it doc..”
I smiled, thankful she was awake and responding.
One more corner turned through a dark alley. It would be difficult for normal humans to see through the dust and chaos but the bright blue ribbon gave me an advantage.
“You have reached you destination”
I took a split second to asses the scene before me. It was a plaza of some sorts with a water fountain and several demolished buildings surrounding it. Several craters and car parts strewn around. Natasha and cap to my left. Clint and Wanda to my right. Thor was just landing and Tony was on the phone near Wanda and Clint. I couldn't see Falcon but I assumed he was okay.
I quickly rushed to Clint who Wanda was kneeled by.
“I’m here!” I shouted. Everyone looked at me waiting for my orders, knowing not to say anything until I spoke.
“Okay I need everyone besides Wanda to remain 5 or more steps away from Clint.”
As soon as I did I placed a similar bubble around Wanda, Clint and I.
“Okay kid, I’m gonna need you to do something similar to Clint like Steve is with Natasha.”
She nodded. Her hands shaking as she held Clint’s head and tilted it.
“MAI I need vitals and not general please, in depth.”
Quickly going over all the information, I placed a cool hand on Clint’s head. Bright blue pain relief floods from my hands through his system.
“Hey Pidgeon I need to you wake up now.”
A pained grunt and slight movement told me he was waking. I eased him into consciousness with my powers that was already in his system.
“I’m going to start with your bullet wounds okay?”
TI had already started the hard part. Removing the bullets. The same tendrils and sparks erupted from my hands as I placed them on two of his bullet holes. out came two bullets. another. Then one more and I could begin healing.
“MAI what's Clint’s blood type.”
After stopping the bleeding from his deep abrasions and puncture wounds I accelerated the process if blood cells splitting. This would happen naturally but speeding it up will prevent him dying of internal bleeding and blood loss.
I felt a trickle of blood drip from my nose. It was a difficult and painstakingly precise process. So the amount of power I use is more than usual.
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asking for anons ~
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So I’ve seen this sort of thing floating around and it’s been something I’ve been so into for the longest Rhine but didn’t know how to go about it but since it’s my birthday I figured why not.
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♥️ About me: I’m duchess I’m 32 and I go by she/her pronouns.
♥️ I’m asking that you at least be 18 to interact because this blog is very much 18+
♥️ I’m hoping for daily interactions and if you can’t check in that day for whatever reason just to give me a heads up
♥️ I am in the UTC time zone (or GMT whichever is easier) and I work usually twice a week so please take that into consideration
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♥️ Fandoms: mcu, spn, the umbrella academy, money heist, obx, the list goes on
♥️ What I’m asking for: I would really love a bucky barnes, steve rogers, natasha romanov, billy russo or a tokyo by no means am I asking for all of the above because believe me I’d be thrilled with just one
♥️ I’m mostly down for whatever to be honest be that platonic, romantic or something between the two
♥️ If you’re interested then please by all means come say hi (and expect me to die a little because wow)
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Tagging some mutuals to spread the word: @doasyoudesireandlive @metalbuckaroo @spicynudlesoup @riverevelations @bucky-soldat @becauseicantthinkwritings
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Yelena: Change is inedible.
Natasha: Don't you mean inevitable?
Yelena, spitting out coins: No, I did not.
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y’know that few second scene in Black Widow after the fight in Dreykov’s office, where Yelena goes to take the blade out of Natasha’s shoulder? Even though Natasha knew Yelena was about to yank it out, Natasha yells stop...
idc that gave me chills.
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A mid-Endgame snippet.
AN: This little ficlet was inspired by/written for @jules-of-the-crown, who was interested in seeing some Sarah and Natasha. The fluff center of my brain is currently on strike, so content warning for grief and mourning after a temporary character death.
As she pulled up the drive toward the clapboard house and the sloping lawn, Natasha settled into her breath like she was lining up a shot. Inhale for four, exhale for one, hold for ten, pull the trigger, impact: a blue mailbox, flecked with paint chips and bearing the block letters of a family name.
The woman sitting on the porch stood up, crossed her arms, shifted her weight to one hip, and Natasha let the last of her breath mix with the scent of magnolia as she slipped out of the car. She brought Sam’s go bag with her, looping her fingers through nylon handles and swinging it around to rest lightly on the front of her thigh.
I’m here to bring him back to you the only way I can, Natasha told the woman on the porch (forming the words with the angle of her palm - curled open, facing the house), I won’t hold anything back. And then, with a tilt of her head and a twist of her lips, I’ve already had too much that should have been yours.
The woman’s eyes swept over Natasha’s face before flicking down to the bag: lightweight and nondescript except for the small enamel pin Wanda had bought Sam at a market stall in Doha.
“It makes you recognizable,” Natasha had chided him, rolling her eyes as he pinned the multi-colored falcon to the front of his bag with a flourish.
“Come on,” Sam had replied, “Who was ever going to forget this face?”
“I’m Sarah,” the woman on the porch told her, rolling her shoulders back from where they’d been inching toward her ears.
“I know,” Natasha replied, her mouth tugging up at one side. “He wouldn’t shut up about you.”
“Yeah, well,” Sarah muttered. “I know who you are too.”
She glanced once more at the bag, lingering around its edges as if measuring its weight and size: two years. Two long years then, when they couldn’t see an end to exile in sight. Two short years now, when all the power they had between them couldn’t add one more second to the sum.
“You better come in,” Sarah said. And when their eyes met again, Natasha felt the sharp stitch of fire thread its way across her chest, realized where she’d been aiming.
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Links to my Sharon/Steve fics on AO3.
Status: Complete - Chapters 22/22
Steve Rogers and Sharon Carter keep skirting around their feelings, and when it reaches a breaking point, all hell breaks loose. Will the two ever make up their minds? - Post Civil War. Some Falcon Winter Soldier references included
A Little Red and Blue
Status - Complete - Chapters 9/9
Sharon didn't know Wanda Maximoff well. Only that she held great power and practiced magic in ways Sharon never really understood. She was everything Sharon wasn't. And she was powerful. Sharon found that out first hand when she received a blast straight in the chest.
Sharon tried to control the tone in her voice, because she was obviously panicking. "Just tell me what year it is."
The boy blinked. "Why, it's March 24th, 1944, Miss." He inched away. "Have you had a lot to drink?"
The Storms of War
Status - Complete - Chapters 9/9
"I swear to God, if I wake up horny again, I'll need to find the next guy who walks through the door and jump him. And I know what you're going to say, but I'm not waiting around for your damned Golden Boy. He can disappear into the night for all I care."
This wasn't a report on coordinates, safe house locations, or some hit list that he was expecting from one of Natasha's contacts. In fact, the voice sounded so much like..
Steve. Sharon. Laundry.
A companion one-shot to Finding Home
It was in the middle of a chase, with bullets flying in the air and the loud rev of the motorbike, that Steve realized just how much he wanted Sharon Carter
And that was how she found herself underneath Steve Rogers' bed, hiding with her front firmly pressed against the hardwood, and hoping to hell he couldn't hear her ragged breathing.
Steve realizes he's no longer a man out of time.
Status - In Progress - Chapters 6/?
Her eyes hardened. "You're not Steve."
"Steve's not coming," he said, his jaw locked. "He sent me to retrieve you."
In the aftermath of Civil War, Steve Rogers and Sharon Carter were meant to meet again. Unfortunately, things don't go according to plan, and Steve sends his best friend, the newly awoken, James Barnes, in his place to ensure that Sharon reaches their safehouse without trouble.
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touched up a black widow piece i did last year and added a yelena to match!
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So bye, bye, miss american pie...
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