#natasha romaoff angst

[creative-caramel-coffee]

Secretly Shot

Pairings: Wandanat x R || avengers (platonic) x R

Word count: 2K

TW: Injury, getting shot, hiding injuries, angst (with happy ending), arguments (with wanda and nat and you), mean avengers (cuz they’re annoyed), hate, fainting (kinda), blame,

Summary: you and the team are at odds, what happens when you go on a misson without them and get hurt?

A/n Kinda more angst than I normally do but it was fun to write. Hope you like it :)

It wasn’t uncommon for little squabbles between the three of you but this time it was different. wanda, Natasha and you had been arguing at the top of your lungs. and no matter how much you loved them and you knew they loved you you worried they would leave you for being difficult and needy. you know they were stressed but it didn’t make you feel any better.

“y/n I’m so sick of you always mess things up. you never do anything right. always causing problems.” nat yelled and wanda piled on the sentiment.

“y/n if you cant just stay out of trouble for once i-i. argh. just stop making issues we always have to clean up after.” wanda said angrily. you knew they were just stressed but it still hurt. the last mission had ended when you made a mistake and weeks of prep had been for nothing. the team was angry with you but none had yelled at you. but you knew wanda and nat had spent many sleepless nights on recon missions for this and you had blown it.

after the two of them stormed out you angrily packed a bag and retreated back to your old room. angrily wiping away tears jarvis summoned you to the conference room.

after a tense ride in the lift with clint who wouldn’t look at you, you slunk into the conference room. fury had a mission for you. you tried not to cry. all you wanted was for your girls to hold you but you knew that wouldn’t happen any time soon. what you didn’t know was that they already felt horrible and were trying to find you.

“when do i leave?” you asked fury who gave you a sympathetic look he knew the team was blaming you.

“right away. but i get it if you want to say goodby-“

“No. I’m ready.” you said.

“ok jet leaves in five.” he said dismissing you. you slunk back to your room took your suit and made your way to the jet not bothering to say goodbye to anyone. if they wanted to know where you were they could ask jarvis. about three hours later the jet touched down in Moscow.

wanda and nat were beside themselves with worry. Jarvis had told them you had left on a mission and they were wreaked. you never left without saying goodbye to them. they knew how dangerous your line of work was so they always made sure to have proper goodbyes. but what worried them most was you going on a mission when the last time they saw you you had looked like a kicked puppy. they wished they could take it all back but no matter how forgiving you may be this was something they knew would take time.

the mission had been going well. you had almost made it the whole way uneducated. it was a solo mission, no backup so you had to be stealthy. but as you slipped through the long hallways of hydra you rounded a corner to find a large group of guards. one spotted you and you dove to hide behind the corner again but one managed to shoot you. the bullet hit your shoulder and you let out a strangled cry. grateful it hasn’t hit you in the leg you took off. making it back to the jet you quickly took off. the mission had been successful but you worried how the team would react to you messing up another mission. you couldn’t loose this job. you wanted to be an avenger. you always had. if you lost this job you lost everything.

after setting the jet on autopilot, you began to strip off the top half of your suit until you sat there with it down by your waist and in a sports bra. carefully you did you best to clean and bandage the wound and you silently thanked bruce for the mini first aid course he had given you when you joined. it was hard because you couldn’t see it properly but you hoped it was clean. the bullet had gone through and from what you could tell as you stitched it up it hadn’t hit anything important.

After you finished wrapping the bandage around your shoulder you went back to the cockpit after cleaning up all traces of your injury and had put away the first aid kit just as it had been before.

after dozing lightly in the cockpit jarvis alerted you that you were getting close to the compound. you switched off autopilot and landed the jet lightly.

wanda and nat heard jarvis alert them you had arrived back and they caught you in the hall by the med bay on their way to find you.

“y/n? are you hurt? did you see bruce?” nat said narrowing her eyes. truth be told you hadn’t, the team couldn’t know you messed up again. you could deal with it yourself. their eyes landed on your bloodied suit. you had stolen some supplies from the med bay and they were hidden in your bag.

“this bloods not mine.” you lied with anger still in your voice. “now i need to get back to write my mission report so if you don’t mind, get out of my way.” you growled still mad they had made you feel so awful earlier. wanda flinched slightly at your tone and nat’s glare returned. you pushed past them, hiding a wince as you jostled your shoulder slightly. the two girls let you go and you almost cried at how easily they had, you almost wanted them to fight you on it. but at least they would honour your wishes.

you set the bag down the the bed and opened your laptop to start the report. typing hurt your shoulder so you began to write it with your right hand only. it took almost double as long and so halfway you decided to take a shower. as you stood the world tilted and you balanced yourself against the wall. hobbling slowly to the shower you stripped and showered trying to keep the wound dry. after you threw away the blood-soaked bandages and rewrapped it carefully. it was better this time as you had a mirror but unfortunately you could see how poor the stitches were and how red and angry the wound looked. you winced as you finished dressing it. you knew you needed to see bruce, to get it treated properly but you couldn’t see anymore disappointment on the faces of your team without crying. you changed into comfy loose clothes and Wanda’s hoodie before curling up in bed again with your laptop to finish the report. you knew you had to write about the injury so you gave the basic details. although as you finished up your eyes drooped. they were heavy and you struggled to stay away. in the low light you drifted off seeing it as nothing but being tired.

it was a mere few minutes later that a knock came on the door. At the lack of response wanda hesitated before opening the door. her and nat peered in to the dimly lit room. they saw a lump in the bed and slowly came in not turning on the light. wanda carefully took the laptop from your knees and nat nudged your shoulder to wake you up. when you didn’t stir she removed her hand. it felt wet and sticky and as she looked at it her heart stuttered. it was covered in blood. looking back at your shoulder she saw a dark patch covering your left side as blood seeped out of the wound.

“wanda bring the laptop and come with me.” nat said scooping you up. wanda looked up at the urgency in her girlfriends voice and immediately gasped as she saw your bloody shoulder.

“dammit y/n/n.” she said stifling tears. the two of them rushed to the med bay with you in Nat’s arms.

when they arrived wanda began skimming your report to give the information to bruce to treat you better. her breath caught in her throat as she released you and been shot. she couldn’t help the tears that fell when she realised you felt you couldn’t tell them.

“whats going on?” bruce said.

“y/n/n was shot on her mission.” wanda said and bruce and Natasha took off your clothes leaving you in the fluffy pants and a sports bra. bruce winced at the sight of the bloodied bandages knowing he didn’t do them. carefully he cut them off and gasped at the sight of the poorly done stitches. no wonder you had passed out, the stitches had barely stopped the bleeding and you were loosing too much blood. carefully and with wanda and nat watching on he cut the stitches, checked the wound and redid them in much neater rows. after about seven stitches he tied off the last one and rewrapped the wound. he fiddled with an iv as he began to give you some more blood to replace what you had lost. wanda and nat watched with bated breath. they felt awful. this was all their fault.

they sat in silence by your bedside as bruce went back to his office to give them some privacy. after a few minutes they heard you groan and they both sat up straighter almost in unison.

“y/n/n?” wanda said stroking the hair from your face. nat held you hand as you groaned again.

“aww bubs your ok.” nat said

“your in the sick bay baby you passed out.” wanda cooed.

“why didn’t you tell us you were hurt.” nat said frowning slightly.

“didn’t want you to be disappointed again.” you mumbled still on a-lot of pain meds.

wanda’s heart broke audibly as nat somehow felt worse.

“no detka you could never disappoint us. never ever.” wanda said.

“but i messed up.” you mumbled eyes glossy with tears.

“baby we will love you no matter what.” nat said using her thumb to rub circles over your knuckles. wanda was quick to wipe away the tears that fell down your cheeks as your chest shook.

“honey we are so sorry and you hope you can forgive us. you didn’t need that stress right now we just need to focus on getting you better sweets.” wanda cooed.

“i already have.” you muttered and nat gave a sad smile. they knew you had a kind heart, you had forgiven them almost straight away but that didn’t make the two girls feel less guilty about their actions.

“sleep now bubs, we’re not going anywhere.” nat said and you shuffled over with a wince indicating you wanted cuddled with sleepy grabby hands.

wanda chuckled “I’m not sure we’ll all fit baby.” and at your pout wanda knew she couldn’t say no. careful of your IV she picked you up and laid you on-top of her as nat came and laid beside wanda as she threw an arm over your lower back. wanda’s hands came to your hair to give you a scalp massage as you rested you head into the side of her neck. you hummed softly and drifted off the sleep knowing you were safe in the arms of your girls.

MASTERLIST

#angst with a happy ending #marvel #the avengers #wanda maximoff #wandanat #natasha romanov #sicfic #wanda marvel #natasha romaoff #wandanat x reader #wandanat comfort #sick reader #hurt reader #injured reader #arguments #wandanat x r #mean avengers #comfort fic #hurt/comfort #hurt / no comfort #comfort #injury #getting shot #r faints from bloodloss #hiding injuries #reader needs a hug #missons #avengers compound #bruce banner #breif clint barton

[novamirmirsblog]

So stay with me

Word count: 1957

Request: Yes

Genre: ANGST

Warnings: DEATH. SADNESS. Like there is literally no silver lining.

A/N I've done the foster system based off how it is where I live. I don't know what it's like for other countries so I apologise if it isn't quite the same for where you live :3 ALSO I'm going to put the request elsewhere because in order for the full unhappiness, you must experience it like this 😈

When you first entered the S.H.I.E.L.D training programme, you had been hand picked by Fury himself. You were bouncing from foster home to foster home at the time, causing general trouble by stealing, fighting and lashing out at anyone and everyone. You had no real direction. You knew you were most likely to end up on the streets - sure your social worker would still check in occasionally after you had aged out of the system but there were more and more kids being given up. Realistically, you knew you were on your own. When you reached 13 you knew that no one was going to adopt you. Especially when there were babies and young children available. Deep down, you had figured it out when you were around 9 but you clung to the naive hope that you were wrong.

~~~~~

Fury found you when you were 15 but didn't take you in until you were 17. It was the day after your 17th birthday when he turned up at your foster parent's door. He said he wanted to take you for a military programme and you packed your bag before he had even finished his speech.

You went through years of intense training and passed top of your class for everything. It was surprising considering you had never been first before. What was more shocking was the need for praise. You had always believed that you didn't need it. You had never had it before, so why is it a necessity. You realised how wrong you were when Maria took you to the side and told you that you had done well. The comment replayed in your head for months.

~~~~~

You were 23 when you first joined the Avenger's initiative. 23 when you first met Natasha. The two of you didn't hit it off to begin with, Natasha didn't like how reckless you were and you didn't like how far the stick was shoved up her arse. Truth was, you both liked each other a little more than just friends but neither of you knew how to deal with these emotions. Let's face it, Natasha grew up being told 'love is for children' and you grew up in the system where the cracks were so big elephants fell through them. The team could see it though.

"Just ask her out." Wanda told you while sitting on your bed painting her nails.

"Who?"

"You know exactly who. I can read your mind and your thoughts are very loud."

"No. Your information is wrong." Wanda grabbed your hand, painting the left one first.

"Y/n just ask Natasha out. She'll say yes."

"I hate her. We're enemies."

"Some say you have to love someone to hate them and besides" Wanda paused, gauging your reaction "You wanting to bend her over a table doesn't sound very enemy like."

Heat rose in your cheeks and you prayed nothing gave you away. "Untrue. I want to do that in an enemy way."

"Sureeee..."

From then on, you were extremely careful to keep your thoughts quiet. Especially when you had to watch Natasha train.

~~~~~

It was Natasha who asked you out. At first you thought she was joking and very nearly laughed but then you saw how she was standing, how she said 'will you go out with me' with such nonchalance that it was as if she was asking you to pass the ketchup. No one could be that cool and collected. It was the way she even played slightly with her fingernails that showed you she was nervous. You of course said yes.

That was the beginning of your relationship and you had been going strong for a good five years. The nausea and tiredness however, started three years into your relationship. Natasha used to joke that maybe you were pregnant when it had first started happening, the others laughing at even the thought of you cheating on Natasha. The jokes died down when after a month and a half of running to the bathroom, it finally affected your missions. You were sent right off to Dr Cho and no one would have anything else said on the matter. You had tried to fight them, of course - it really wasn't that bad. All you needed to do. was take some anti-nausea medication and you would be fine.

Leukaemia

You knew that one little word would do so much damage to your strange family if they ever found out. You sat in silence as you formulated a plan, Dr Cho just watching you, letting you process. What was the point in telling your family and causing them pain if the treatment plan Dr Cho had lined out for you worked? There wasn't. That's why you kept it a secret. Why you brushed off any comments about your increased nausea, or your lack of hunger. The only person who knew was Fury.

~~~~~

"Are you cheating on me?" Natasha had cornered you after a particularly tough session of chemotherapy. All you wanted to do was sleep.

"No. Why would you think that?" Words were hard to say when you had to put all your energy into just standing up.

"You go out at all times of the day and night, you're too damn tired to do anything and you never talk to me anymore Y/n... If you wanted to break up you didn't have to cheat."

You knew this day would come eventually. It was a year into your treatments and none of them seemed to be working. Natasha wasn't stupid. It's why you kissed her on the head and pulled her into the tightest hug you could muster.

"I would never do that. I love you Natasha Romanoff. I'll explain but let me get everyone here." You asked F.R.I.D.A.Y to call everyone down to the living room.

Once everyone was settled on the sofas and chairs, you sat on the coffee table, no longer being able to hold yourself up.

"I have leukaemia."

At first, you couldn't bring yourself to look at the others. You didn't want their pity but you knew they wouldn't be able to show anything else. You looked at Natasha first. You knew she wouldn't have a pitying look on her face.

You were right.

Natasha looked furious. How dare someone who didn't even want you in their lives give you a horrible disease. She knew your chances of survival weren't good but there were treatments that could help. She had more than enough money to get whatever treatment necessary.

Tony spoke first. "I'm going to my lab. FRIDAY, contact Dr Cho. I need Y/n's medical details."

Bruce followed quickly behind him. The others gave you sad but hopeful smiles. You couldn't bring yourself to tell them there was little hope.

~~~~~

Natasha had been gone on and off for 6 months. You knew your time was coming to a close but she still hadn't given up. She was always in some country following a lead for some experimental drug to try and cure you.

But there was no cure.

Not for this. Maybe one day there would be a cure, but not in your lifetime. The cure wouldn't be able to save you.

You were almost hesitant to let Natasha come back. It had been a while since she had seen you and now you looked like paper. You were thin and fragile and your skin had lost it's colour and took on a grey tinge. Your cheeks were hollow and your lips were constantly chapped and the only thing you could stomach were tiny meals and energy drinks.

You were dying.

Everyone had come to terms with it. Tony and Bruce never stopped trying to find a cure, it just wasn't for you anymore. Wanda tried her best to keep you as comfortable as she could with her powers and Steve would come and tell you stories of before he was put in the ice to entertain you. Clint would bring his kids until it got too painful for them to see you turn from the scariest, coolest person they knew into a hollow shell.

The only person who hadn't come to terms with it was Natasha.

"Nat she needs you." Steve told her when the team were all eating.

"I know. I really think this time this lead will be the one. Then she can be fixed and-"

"Natasha." Wanda cut her off, her voice dangerously low. She had heard this speech so many times that it was painful to hear it again. "She needs you. She's dying and you need to accept it. You don't have much longer left with her and you're abandoning her when you should be with her 24/7!" Wanda's eyes glowed slightly red as she thought of all the times she had to watch her best friend realise the love of her life wasn't there with her. The cutlery began to shake a little and something fell over in the kitchen.

The crash that you heard woke you up. Maybe it was Natasha. You hobbled out of what was supposed to be your shared room, and made your way to the kitchen. By the time you had reached the kitchen, everyone was fighting. There was food being thrown, knives being grabbed and glasses shattering everywhere. You just stood there as your best friend and your girlfriend attempted to kill each other.

"guys stop." Your throat hurt from hours of throwing up so your voice didn't carry.

"guys really..." You tried again, tears forming in your eyes. You didn't want to spend your last days watching your loved ones fight.

"FRIDAY tell them to stop. please."

"Miss Y/l/n would like you all to stop. Now."

Everyone turned to the doorway where you were standing, horrified that you saw them fighting.

"Y/n, you need to get to bed sweetie." Wanda walked over to you, wrapping her arm around your waist.

"Don't touch her." Natasha stormed over, taking your other side.

"Ladies there's no need to fight. You can share right?" You let out a soft laugh and watched as they both melted. Just because you were dying, it didn't mean you lost your sense of humour.

They both took you back to your shared room, Wanda leaving to give you and Natasha some privacy.

"Please don't go anymore." You laid with your head on Natasha's chest, her hand stroking your hair.

"But I'm so close. I can cure you Y/n."

"Natty please. I can tell I don't have much longer left and I don't know if I'll still be here for when you come back if you leave again."

"But I can't lose you." Natasha whispered, scared that if she spoke any louder, some other power would hear her and take you away from her too soon.

"So stay with me."

~~~~~

It was strange, you thought, lying on your bed; you had always thought you would die doing something spontaneous, or maybe in the field. Not because your cells were abnormal. Natasha had spent every moment with you since she returned 5 months ago. You had planned everything; your funeral, little messages to each of them, where to bury you. Everything was sorted. All that was left now, was to die.

It was an ordinary Wednesday afternoon when you felt the last drops of life drain from you. You knew it was time and so you turned to Natasha who had you wrapped up in her arms, placing a hand on her face, the rest of the Avengers all sitting there quietly.

“When the time is right, we’ll be together again. I’ll always be with you.” You then let your eyes drift shut, never to open again. Not in this world, anyway, but perhaps in the next.

A/N pt 2: NOOO BUT WHY AM I CRYING. THAT'S NOT THE RIGHT WAY AROUND. We've got some Peggy Carter fluff coming up soon tho :)

Also here is the request:

A Natasha x fem!reader. Reader was one of THE best shield agents and a great member of the avengers, but sadly had genetic cancer. After fighting for two years, with nausea, pain, and no improvement, reader knew she was dying. She didn’t want to admit it, especially after all the team has done to help her, especially her girlfriend, Natasha Romanoff. No amount of treatment or amount of money or technology Tony had was gonna save her. In the end, reader comes to terms with it. But Natasha doesn’t want reader to give up. Reader get through to Natasha that she wants to spend her last moments with her without putting more strain on her body. Natasha then comes to terms with it. Eventually, on readers death bed, surrounded by the rest of the avengers, Natasha is holding reader in her arms as reader says goodbye and looks to Natasha and says “When the time is right, we’ll be together again. I’ll always be with you” (GO NUTS AND MAKE IT ANGSTY)

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[sestra-inestro]

Part of the Team (1/?)

Miniseries for @mushyjellybeans writing challenge. Hope you enjoy it!

Prompt: “We wouldn’t be having this conversation if you had just listened to me!”

Pairings: fem!reader x Natasha Romanoff

Summary: Reader is part of a private investigation that is kept secret from the Avengers. Instead, they believe she took a bribe. Isolated for two years as the investigation comes to an end, reader is awarded a Medal of Honor and the team realises their mistake, but it might just be too late.

Warnings: Angst, violence, isolation and harsh treatment. Re-uploading because I don’t know what tumblr did to the original one.

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You stood in the small room you had been moved to in your moment of exile. The team hadn’t shown up to the award ceremony, much expected. They had been bitter towards you for a whole two years now, you didn’t expect them to suddenly change their minds.

The empty shelves and the and the stripped bare bed showed no signs of you living inside anymore.

You clutched the medal you had been granted in your hand, the cold of the metal screaming at you that you had done the right thing and that they were wrong, but now you felt lonely as ever.

What had turned into you witnessing an event with an undercover agent, had looked to the team like you were accepting a bribe and turning a blind eye. Since then you were stuck in an investigation that had to stay secret from the team, so you had to take their nastiness in the chin. The worst was when Nat broke up with you. The disgust on her face when she saw you turn away from that agent in the middle of a fight had stained your memory.

Now that was the only look she gave you when she acknowledged you.

But your secrecy was to keep the team safe. It was for the best.

~

Fury had forced you to keep your mouth shut. Reading the file on the agent had given you some insight into what exactly was being investigated and now you were hyper-aware.

Walking into the common kitchen, eyes followed you.

“He didn’t kick you off?” Tony asked incredulously.

You looked to him and took in the looks you were being given.

“No, only a warning.” You said lowly as you opened the fridge.

Clint scoffed at your answer. “If I had my way, you’d be off and shipped right now.”

“But you don’t.” Steve butted in. He disapproved and was cold, but he didn’t act out like the rest. “So we just had to soldier on and make the best of the situation.”

You looked down at his words. Great, now you were a situation.

You snatched water from the fridge and quickly made your way out of the room, they watched you exit with shame.

You wanted to tell Natasha. You had to.

Making your way up to her room, you racked your brain of ways to deal with this whole situation. As soon as you got to her door, it swung open.

Her eyes looked at you with disgust and disbelief.

“What do you want?” Venom laced her voice.

“I need to talk to you.” You tried to sound like you weren’t begging.

“There’s nothing for us to talk about.”

“Yes, there is Natasha. Please just listen to me-“ You begged but she cut you off.

“No! I don’t want to listen to you.” She raised her voice to yell at you. “I can’t believe you would do something like that.”

“It’s not what you think Nat!”

“I watched you shake his hand and let him go, June! You can’t tell me that you didn’t let the enemy go and screwed up our whole mission.” You could, in fact, tell her that. But it was going to be hard.

“You disgust me.” Her words cut you deeply. The look in her eyes salted your wounds.

“Nat...” You tried.

“No. This,” She gestured between you and herself. “Whatever we had is over.”

~

Their resentment wasn’t the worst of it. They destroyed you in training, and eventually, you stopped training with them together. They had turned into a team of bullies, you thought it was childish, but you couldn’t blame them because of the unknown.

~

You had been trying to be nice to every member in the building. Going out of your way to getting stuff, smiling if they looked in your direction, helping them if they struggled or just trying to start a conversation. But nothing was working.

Walking down the corridor of the tower you had your nose buried into the StarkPad in your hands. Hearing another set of footsteps, you looked up to see a sweaty Bucky coming but from the gym. Making eye contact you pulled your lips into the sweetest smile you could muster, he was never one to be bluntly rude to someone since joining the team. But as you kept your smile and got closer to him, he passed you with a glare and a hard thump of the shoulder, causing you to grunt, stagger and drop the StarkPad. Steadying yourself, you looked down at the broken device. Great, another reason for Stark to hate you. You looked back at Bucky as he walked away from you, not a second glance in your direction. That was when you really started to feel unwanted and disconnected.

-

The training was the worst. They either excluded you altogether or targeted you. Each blow they gave, you took with pride. One day they would know the truth and everything would be okay.

“June, you’re up.” Steve’s voice picked your attention away from the exercise you were doing. Seeing Natasha on the sparring mat, sweaty and flustered gave you a wave of anxiety.

“June, let’s go!” Steve hurried you.

You left your stuff at that end of the room and you slowly made your way to where Nat was standing and waiting.

You were good at hand-to-hand combat, but you definitely weren’t the best. You did better with weapons and guns. There was no way you could beat anyone on the hand during a sparring session. Especially Nat.

You eyed her carefully as she watched your approach.

“What? Think you’re too good to train with the rest of us now?”

You didn’t answer her back. You stepped onto the mat and got into position. Hopefully, this would be quick.

“Go easy and be fair,” Steve warned both of you before stepping off the mat.

Nat gave no time for Steve to say go before she lunged at you. She was a blur before your eyes but you managed to dodge her. Stumbling back a bit, she took that chance to swipe your legs out from under you. You hit the mat with a grunt and a clap sounded through the gym.

Nat stepped back to her place at the mat and you groaned as you lifted yourself up. Steve watched you as you repositioned yourself.

You were starting to regret training with them, but you had to show them that you weren’t going to let them down anymore.

Nat huffed as she watched you get into a defensive stance and rolled her eyes. You had gotten used to that reaction from her, but it still hurt.

“Alright, go again.” Steve said.

He clapped again and this time, she didn’t lunge. She kept her glare trained on you as she shuffled towards you on her toes.

She took a jab at your face and you deflected but as you did, she went for your ribs, which you weren’t fast enough to dodge. While it caused you to struggle as you crunched forward and groaned, Nat kicked back one of your legs and wrapped her arm around yours. She pushed you to the mat face down her arm pulling yours back between your shoulder blades, you straining against her grip.

“Nat,” You struggled in the position she had you in. One sudden movement and your elbow was done for.

“Tap out.” She spat.

Fuck this, this was not worth it. You twisted your arm and flipped yourself up, causing her to roll backward. You felt a burn run up your arm as your muscles strained at the odd movement but you fought against it.

Expecting her to lunge at you, you lifted your arms in defense to suddenly feel a sharp piercing pain in your upper arm. Yelping out, you jumped back and away from her. Your yelp was followed by a silence throughout the gym as you looked down at your arm to see a tiny knife had been lodged into you.

Blood slowly started to seep through the wound and a tiny drop of blood trailed down your arm.

Shakily, your hand grasped the handle of the knife and you gently pull it out of your arm. You look back in at Nat with shaky breaths. She looked uncertain like she was deciding if she regretted throwing her knife at you, or if you were going to throw it back at her.

You understood now. They hated you. The hint was finally taken. She actually threw her knife at you, made you bleed.

You looked around the gym to see the same look on the rest of the teams’ faces.

“That’s enough.” Fury’s voice came from the entrance of the gym. “June.” He called to you.

Staring into Nat’s eyes, you dropped the knife to the floor where you stood. You turned, walking to where you had left your stuff, gathered it in your arms and headed out of the gym, Fury stepping aside to let you out before following you.

That was the last time you trained with them or spoke to them.

-

“You’re leaving?” Nat’s voice pulled you from your memories. You turned to the door, seeing her standing just inside the doorway.

“Yes.” Your reply was short.

Nat took a deep breath. She had only just received a notification of the award ceremony and missed it by an hour.

“You don’t have to go.” Her voice was small like she didn’t want to crack the calm exterior you were putting on.

“I handed in my resignation letter two weeks ago.” You say to her, turning back to the medal that sat in your hand. “I’ll be out of your hair in no time.”

Nat sighed. “June, please.” She stepped forward to you. A couple of years ago, the roles were reversed. “We didn’t know.”

“But you would have.” You turned to completely face her. “I tried to tell you the minute Fury finished telling me. But you wouldn’t listen, you just slammed the door in my face.”

Nat looked at you with sad eyes. Her chest caved in with the heavy guilt as she watched you. “For years the whole team has treated me like shit. You had no lesser part in that. I tried my hardest. In fact, we wouldn’t be having this conversation if you had just listened.”

“I’m sorry.” Nat’s voice was almost a whisper.

“Yeah,” You tossed the metal onto the bed. “I’m sorry too.”

You reached for your bag and pushed passed her. She watched as you walked away from her, all the harsh memories of the past two years flooding her brain and the pain in her chest expanded with every step you took.

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You packed up your stuff into your car and made a rest stop at the bar. Sitting solemnly at the bar all by yourself with a bourbon in your hand.

This is where you were meant to celebrate with people after the ceremony. But you chose to come later when you expected no one to be there and you were right. No one you knew had shown their face and you were glad in a way. Though, you had never felt more lonely.

“Congratulations.” Fury’s voice came from beside you as he took a seat.

Without looking at him, you have a quick upturn of your lips before it was gone again. “Thanks.” You said, looking down at your drink.

“I know that this doesn’t feel like a whole lot, but you save a lot of people and helped in a major investigation that you weren’t even meant to be a part of.” He nudged your shoulder with his. “You did good. You deserve that medal.”

You didn’t know how to respond to him. You knew that this how the situation would turn the team against you. You just didn’t count on them being as mean as they were. You couldn’t blame them, but you would never feel truly a part of the team again. And the medal didn’t make it feel worth it.

“I’m not forcing you to stay, I could never. All I am saying is that they will understand now, and you will always be welcome back.” He finished his talk and got up from his seat, fishing through his pocket for some cash and placing it in front of you. “Free drinks for the hero.” Fury patter your shoulder before leaving you to your thoughts.

Tears sprang to your eyes as the emotions swirled in your chest. Hero. If you were a hero now, then why didn’t you feel like one? After two whole years, you now felt the bitterness. Bitterness towards the team, towards the investigation, towards that stupid undercover agent who was dumb enough to get himself caught and forced to reveal himself, and towards the medal that burned in your hand the first time you touched it and you were glad you’d left it behind.

“Fuck this.” You mumbled. You downed the rest of your drink and set the glass down. Getting up from your seat at the bar you made your way and fished in your pocket for your keys. You were done with this place and wanted to move on.

As if more things could hold you back, when you pushed open the bar door, you came face-to-face with the rest of the team. They were making their way into the bar to congratulate you. Steve and Bucky held bouquets of flowers and Tony and Wanda held what seemed to be gift bags.

You took their image in, a lump in your throat forming again and tears made their way to your eyes.

“We heard that you were leaving?” Tony asked you.

“You heard right.” You cleared your throat. “Please don’t try to convince me otherwise, this is already hard enough.”

“We’re sorry.” Steve said, his eyes sad.

“I know.” You looked down to the ground. “But it doesn’t matter anymore.”

“Of course it matters, June.” Clint said sternly. “We didn’t know anything but-“

“So let it be then! It’s not your guys’ fault that you didn’t know.” You cut him off and raised your voice. “This was all just a big misunderstanding and nothing can change that.”

The team fell silent. You didn’t want their apologies, you hated the fact that they had to give them to you. You knew it was cowardly but you just wanted to run away.

A crack of thunder rose in the sky and lightning beamed down, signally Thor’s arrival.

Great, you inwardly rolled your eyes.

“June!” The God bellowed cheerfully. “I’ve heard of your success and have come to celebrate in a feast and drinks!” He patted you on the back.

He had been gone for the last two years, of course he wouldn’t know anything about what went down.

Thor’s words were met with silence and tension, which confused him. “I’ve missed something...” He said in a soft voice.

You finally turned to face him and sighed. “Yeah, a bit.”

You glanced back at the team and then back to Thor and gave him the best smile you could. “Thank you, so much. But I’m leaving, I’m being transferred to another agency.”

Thor’s frown deepened as you patted his shoulder and pushed passed him.

You looked over your shoulder to them. “See you around.”

They watched as you climbed into your car and drove out of the bar parking lot. Thor turned to the team and saw the stuff they were holding.

“What has happened?”

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[missmonsters2]

That Way

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x Fem!Reader

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Summary: But as you look at how Natasha shifts from foot to foot, a twinkle in her eye, you can't help but think—friends don't look at friends that way.

Warnings: A N G S T

Notes: WHEWwww I was out to hurt feelings today. If I see any biphobic comments in my notes, I will block you 💕

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You stand in the back, unnoticed by everyone, as you lean against the wall and stare at Natasha.

She looks beautiful tonight. Well, she always looked beautiful, but you could tell that she had put extra effort into her appearance tonight. Natasha had taken hours to find the perfect dress and heels. She took hours curling her hair into loose curls and keeping them in place. You had watched her do her makeup delicately, choosing red lipstick because it made everything about her pop out.

Your eyes had scanned the room briefly. It was rather crowded as all of Tony's get-togethers are. You think it's kind of funny how easy it was for you to blend into the wall at the back.

You dressed up tonight, too, though you doubt anyone really noticed. Your hands rested behind you, crossed and trapped between the wall and your back. You had your knee bent as your foot rested at the angle against the wall.

You stare at Natasha, who's standing with Steve. People like them stand out, no matter how crowded the room is.

"Hey, loner."

You look over, startled to see Wanda slide up to you and join you by being a wallflower.

"Hey," you say softly, turning your head back. Wanda follows your gaze, quicker to catch at what you're staring at because it's not like you're being subtle.

She's speaking with Steve, and her hands are gripping the neck of her champagne glass tightly—a habit you know she does when she's nervous.

She's laughing at whatever Steve is saying, cheeks slightly pink. They look good together. The unabashed way you stare in their direction must make people think you're the other woman trying to come between them. If only they knew that the ring on your left hand had been a promise to you made by Natasha.

"Do you want to go grab a drink or dance?" Wanda asks because it just fucking kills her to see you standing here, staring at Natasha and breaking your own heart.

"No, it's okay," you answer softly, unable to rip your gaze away.

You should look away.

But it's like a sickness you can't stop. You can't stop staring at how Natasha's body is open to Steve, how he's leaning closer to her. Steve's hands are jammed deep into his pocket, a boyish shyness to him and a charming smile directed right at Natasha.

Things had changed since the two of them had been on the run together. You stayed because someone had to help them from the inside. Now you sorely regret not going on the run with them too. Would it have been different if you had?

Would you be the one standing with Natasha, flushed from flirting and the champagne as you stood a little too close?

It's hard to say since things have been different for so long now. You're suddenly hyperaware of how stupid you must be for hanging on as long as you have.

"C'mon," Wanda says as she grabs your arm to pull you towards them. You feel your stomach drop, anxiousness creeping up at the thought of approaching your own wife.

They don't seem to notice you and Wanda coming closer, and that feels worse.

"Hey, guys," Wanda butts in, her tone rather terse.

The two of them turn, almost surprised to be caught off-guard.

"Hey," Natasha says warmly as she smiles at you and kisses you on the cheek.

You want to feel happy for the gesture of affection, but you just feel empty. But you play the part of the loving wife with nothing wrong.

"Hi, babe," you smile lightly at her back before she turns back to Steve, and they jump back into whatever conversation they were in before you interrupted.

There should be some comfort in the fact that Natasha has her arm loosely around your waist, but there isn't. You stand there, lost. Listening half-heartedly to their conversation, you realize quickly it isn't anything you can contribute to.

You're just—there.

Your skin feels itchy. You feel like you're not even in your own body.

Look away. Look. Away.

You feel something clawing at your throat, desperate to say something. Desperate to make yourself noticed.

Before you can say anything, there's a sudden commotion. Some young business associate had drunk way too much as he started stumbling about. He bumped into a nearby waiter, sending the man toppling over, his tray of champagnes falling everywhere.

Your body tenses as its first reaction, and you suddenly feel splashes of cold liquid hit you all over. The moment is over quickly as you stand there with wide eyes.

There's champagne all over you. It's in your hair and drenched your front. You can faintly taste it on your lips, and you feel—sticky.

But none of that mattered.

None of that mattered because you see Wanda, Natasha, and Steve looking at you, shocked when you look up.

Your waist was cold, and it was cold because Natasha and Steve stood a little further away than they were before.

The realization of what happened makes you feel colder than the champagne you're drenched in.

Natasha had dropped her hand around your waist and had moved to push Steve out of the way.

Your wife's instinct was to save Steve.

That desperation in your throat morphed into rawness, and your eyes sting.

"Oh, god, honey," Natasha instantly started to say as she moved to you. "Are you okay? Let me—"

"I got it," Wanda cut in harshly, and you look over for the first time.

Part of Wanda's hand is wet, with droplets of champagne on her clothes and hair.

The second realization had you stifling a choked sob.

Wanda had tried to move you out of the way. Your wife's first thought wasn't you.

Natasha frowned. "No, I can—"

"You're a little busy, aren't you?" Wanda sniped, and Natasha is taken back by the tone. She frowned, opening her mouth to say something when you cut in.

"It's fine," you croaked, forcing your mouth to smile, even if your lips are trembling. "Wanda and I are the only ones who got it. We can go clean up. You should stay here."

Natasha seemed to stare at you, pensive, before she nodded, and it cracked your chest open a little more.

She used to never accept so easily.

Natasha turned to Wanda warily, who turned away and acted like she was grumpy from having champagne spilled on her.

You give Natasha one last reassuring smile that she returns before she turns back to Steve. He looked at you curiously, as if to ask if you were okay and you wanted to scream at him—scream and tell him to find his own woman.

But you let Wanda lead you away.

The commotion easily faded away, and people resume back like nothing happened—like your ribs hadn't been cracked open for everyone to see the final shatter of your heart.

You can't help but look back. See? It was a sickness.

Natasha had said multiple times that you had nothing to worry about, that she loved you. She told you Steve was just a friend.

But as you look at how Natasha shifts from foot to foot, a twinkle in her eye, you can't help but think—friends don't look at friends that way.

Part Two: Play the Part

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[may-fanfic]

After You’ve Gone

summary: everything is perfect between you and natasha until a haste decision causes everything to come crashing down

warnings: starts off fluffy, ends with angst, cheating 

word count: 2,028

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a/n: i’m thinking about making a part 2, lmk what y’all think 💕

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Her hand gently laced with yours, finding herself smiling for no reason. The way she had been feeling was so bizarre. she knew if anyone had seen her act so soft, they'd tease her relentlessly because here she was, the stone-cold Russian spy, slowly swaying with her beloved to the soothing music that echoed in your apartment. Your chin rested gently against her shoulder when she reeled you in closer than before.

She remembered how forbidden this would have been in her adolescent days, but now it was something she embraced lovingly. If someone told Natasha that this would be her life in the years to come, she'd laugh them off, but she was living proof that it was possible, and now it would be bizarre if she wasn't like this with you.

You let out a soft breath, your eyes closed as you moved to the sound of the music. You let it slip out to your fiance that you never slow danced with someone before, which was the reason you were so nervous for your first dance as a married couple.

She reassured you with a grin that by the end of the night, you'd be a pro. After a shared bottle of wine, the redhead turned on the stereo and urged you to dance with her. You two had been living the moment up, never really finding it in your busy schedules for proper alone time.

On top of wedding planning, you had jobs. Yours much plainer than Natasha's, but she'd never make you feel any less than her. If you were honest, your entire life was dull before Nat.  

"See? You're already a pro," she uttered, her hands moving to your waist. You snickers lightly, pressing a kiss to the nape of the girl's neck. Your mind wandered, and now all you could think about was growing old with Natasha, dancing like this. You knew the both of you would look back on these moments and reminisce about your younger days.

Life was so hectic but the two of you always made it work, and you knew no matter what would happen, you'd always end up right back with Natasha. It felt like the two of you were made for each other, missing pieces that molded so perfectly together.  "I love you," you hummed softly, tightening your hold around her shoulders.

"I love you more, doll."  

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When Natasha uttered out that she was going on a business trip, you hadn't questioned her much. You trusted the woman entirely, so you had no doubts in the back of your mind whatsoever. You even helped Natasha pack her suitcase, bidding her a sweet goodbye when she left.

You still felt happy and content, knowing that when Natasha returned, it'd only be a week left until the wedding. You were more than excited to enter that new chapter with Nat. You would never be someone's fiance again; you'd only be hers forever. You couldn't help but feel blessed that you had such a loving relationship; you felt like you deserved it after multiple failed ones.

As much as Natasha loved you, she couldn't help the doubts that flooded around in the back of her mind. What if this wasn't the right decision? What if she wasn't enough for you? She knew that you thought so highly of her, you'd never see the baggage she bought to the table, but Natasha knew all too well that she was nothing more than a burden in your seemingly perfect life.

She brought chaos and destruction to your life; how could she ever make a good wife?  Her fears led her to make up the story about her business trip. She just needed to get away for a moment. She needed time to think things through more clearly. She hated lying to you, but she didn't want to worry you with the cold feet she was getting right before your wedding.

She couldn't help but feel guilty as she sat in the bar, a frown playing on her lips. Natasha's fingers moved around the bim of her glass, staring so intently into the drink as if it had all the answers she needed.

She was so deep in thought she hardly noticed the body that took a seat beside her until he spoke up.  "rough day?" the man questioned, causing her gaze to snap over to him, eyebrows raised in question.

"I guess you can say that," she muttered, her eyes fixing back onto her cup. "Tell me about it then." The man encouraged, she let out a deep sigh, but before she could stop herself, she had been rambling on and on to the man as he listened thoroughly.

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You were busy making yourself dinner when your phone rang loudly. You grew confused because when Natasha was always on missions, she hardly called. You wiped your hands off on the rag, only raising more confused when the caller id was Wanda. Your heart sunk, expecting only the worse because literally, anything could've happened to Natasha.

"Is nat okay?" was the first thing you rushed out when the call connected.

"What? How am I supposed to know?" your lips parted, eyes searching the room for answers, ones you could not find. "Natasha said she was going on a business trip with you guys." You whispered, your voice weak as you finally pieced everything together, and it seemed to dawn on Wanda the second it did you.

"Oh... How about I come over with a bottle of wine?" Why would Natasha ever lie to you? What was she even hiding from you? You couldn't help but feel like you hardly knew the girl now. You felt like she had this second life that she'd never let slip out. "sounds good, wanda." you uttered before hanging up the phone. You lost your desire to eat now, so you abandoned the chopped-up vegetables, moving into the living room instead.

Natasha laid painfully still in the man's bed. The realization of what she had done made her feel like she weighed so much more than she did. She jumped lightly when her phone rang, lightening up the darkness of her room.

Natasha knew it was you; she made no effort to move and answer the call. Natasha wanted this all to be some messed-up dream. She wished she'd stayed home with you and continued helping you plan the wedding. This mistake opened her eyes up enough to realize that you were the one she wanted to be with forever, and now she ruined it for the both of you.

Natasha always had an act for messing up good things. She always managed to self-sabotage; she hated herself so much at the moment.

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"She's not answering." You huffed out, staring blankly at the phone before slamming it down on the coffee table. "What could she possibly be doing?" you questioned wanda, who sipped at her wine, eyebrows raising.

"I don't want to be that person, Y/n, but you're my best friend and-" you knew where she was going with this; you stopped her before she could finish because now you weren't so sure. You didn't want to hear her say it and confirm all your newfound fears. You needed Wanda to be your rock, tell you that Natasha would never intentionally hurt you, but all she had was doubt, matching your own.

"She wouldn't..." you uttered out, wrapping your arms around your frame, causing the witch to sigh lightly, using this opportunity to move closer to you and wrap a comforting arm around you. You let your head fall gently against her shoulder, tears brimming your eyes; you couldn't help but imagine the worse.

When you were just friends with Natasha, you would watch her break countless women's hearts. You just assumed you were different; you thought she loved you. Maybe Natasha was incapable of loving someone.

Your body shook with a gentle sob causing wanda to reel you in even closer. You were tucked into her chest, crying your little heart out. "aw baby, don't cry." wanda's voice sounded as she rubbed your back, pressing a soft kiss to your hairline.

Wanda never thought that the spy deserved you; of course, she'd never tell you that. She wanted you to be happy even if it happens to cost her her own chance at happiness. Now looking back on it, Wanda wished she talked to you sooner. She'd do anything to save you from this broken heart.

----- Natasha dreaded the idea of coming home; she stood in the doorway for what felt like hours before she even made a move to turn the doorknob, and when Natasha did,  she regretted it because there you sat, staring at her from the couch in the living room. Your stare was so intense that she had grown uncomfortable under it. She never seen you look so cold before; she hated that she was the cause of it.

She knew you knew; there was no way around this. Your face held no trace of emotion as you stared at her for answers. Her lip began to quiver before she could even register it. She burst into tears, clenching her suitcase for support. You wanted nothing more than to run over to her and tell her that whatever she had done, you could forgive her, but your body made no effort to move. "what did you do?" you questioned, your voice wary.

She began explaining everything through her tears, making her way over to you, so she was sat in front of you on the floor, her hands gripping tightly at your thighs. She let all her fears and doubts slip out as she cried, resting her forehead against your knee. You wanted to break so bad, embrace her completely and tell her that it didn't matter, like always, you'd get through it with her, but then she began explaining the man and how drunk she was. She uttered out what she did with him, and now your own eyes pooled with warm tears. You still had a trace of hope that she just obliterated.

"It was a mistake," she assured when she looked up at you, noticing the thick tears that wet your pink cheeks. Mistake or not, your heart had no room for forgiveness; she just broke you into a million pieces. She should've been home with you, but instead, she was running around looking for the answers to her nagging thoughts. You could've helped her through them had she just spoken to you.

With a shaky hand, you slipped off your engagement ring, holding it up so she could take it. "you need to leave." your voice broke through your cries, and when she begged you to try to look past it all, you could feel yourself grow impatient.  

"I can't do this without you, y/n." she cried, nuzzling her face into your thighs. Your heart cracked, you shouldn't be the one to comfort her, but it was in your nature to wanna make her feel better. You let your empty hand fall into her hair, caressing her scalp lightly, which only made her cry harder.  "I'm so stupid, I'm sorry! I can't lose you." Her words meant nothing to you; you could never look past all the betrayal. It was over, and that's what you told her when she finally calmed herself down long enough to listen.

"Please go," you uttered out, giving her a gentle push, so she was no longer gripping at you. When you handed the ring to Natasha on her way out, she couldn't help the anger that she felt towards herself. She just lost the only person that she'd ever truly care about. She ruined the only relationship that brought her nothing but happiness.

She was too selfish, she recognized that it might take years but she'd spend the rest of her days making it up to you. Natasha needed you and she knew that in the end, she'd find her way back into your arms.  

This couldn't be the end for the both of you, she was sure of it.

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[thesecretwriter]

daddy nat (natasha romanoff).

Disclaimer: This blog is strictly 18+, minors please do not interact as that is not something I am comfortable with. Thank you!

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x female reader

Summary: While at another one of Tony’s parties, Natasha finds herself watching your interactions with Carol while she was with Steve, Bucky and Sam. While you and Natasha have been together for 2 years, Carol still flirted with you, yet you didn’t really flirt back. You just continued to be normal. An hour after watching you and Carol from afar, Natasha takes you to your shared room to remind you who you belong to.

Warning: Smut – literally porn without a plot, so be over 18.

Side note: I thought of this while trying to think of ways to start writing for Natasha and this is what I came up with. I don’t even know how my brain functions, but here’s a product from it. Enjoy.

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“It’s a real limited crowd for a Stark party.” Steve observes and looks around the room.

“Yeah, I guess Pepper insisted on close friends and co-workers.” Natasha agreed.

“Even Carol managed to make it, haven’t seen her in a while.” Sam grabs a drink from the nearby table and joins Steve and Natasha.

“Look who finally made it.” Natasha laughed and clinked her glass against Sam’s.

“I’d never miss out on a party like this. Three drinks in and I bet you Tony will start his nonsense.”

“I’d say he starts it when his sober. The man knows how to throw a party.” Bucky joins in and stands next to Steve.

“And what may have had you so busy that you only come to us now?” Steve asked looking at a rather untidy looking Bucky.

“Nothing, I was just busy at the gym before. Didn’t get a chance to make myself look presentable.” He explains not looking at anyone.

Steve knew better and noted to ask him about it later.

“Seems like Carol is enjoying her night.” Sam points out as she laughs rather loudly while conversing with you.

When Natasha looked in the direction of you and Carol, her eyes narrowed at how cozy Carol seemed to be getting with you, but she kept her composure and took a sip of her drink as she kept looking in your direction.

Time went on for about another hour and you were still by Carol and Natasha was still watching you while Steve, Bucky and Sam were discussing upcoming missions.

Bucky noticed Natasha’s distanced gaze and saw her glaring daggers into Carols head as she held you by the waist and laughed at something you said.

“Ooh Nat, looks like someone is trying to steal your girl.” He teased and bumped her side.

Natasha’s gaze fell onto Bucky and she sent him a smirk, “Steal my girl? I mean they can try, but we all know what the outcome would be.”

Truth be told there was a period in time where you and Natasha were just going on a few dates, Y’all didn’t label or specify if it was exclusive. So, when she saw you in the company of another woman, she called you that night and your moans and whimpers could be heard pretty much all over the compound.

2 years over and you both are still hot and heavy for one another.

With one last sip at her drink, she excuses herself and makes her way to you. The whole time Steve, Bucky and Sam watching her, knowing exactly what was going to happen the moment you two were out of sight.

She bid Carol a good night and took hold of your hand and walked you away without letting you say good night to Carol.

What you both didn’t see was Carol send Steve, Bucky and Sam a knowing smile.

“Now that we’re finally away from everyone. Did you assume I’d let you get away with disrespecting me in front of the others?” Natasha’s voice scolded as you sat on the bed to stake off your heels.

“Disrespect you? I didn’t say or do anything wrong.” You argued back.

The whole night you were on your best behavior, and when you weren’t at Natasha’s side, you were with a friend or alone.

“What did I say about lying princess?” She said stalking towards you.

“I’m not lying.” You whine as she grips your hair to make you look up at her.

“Okay then, let’s refresh your memory. Did you not flirt with Carol while I was with Steve, Bucky and Sam.” Her eyebrows were drawn together, and her eyes narrowed looking down at you.

Your cheeks darkened when you recall Carols advances, she was being quite friendly that night and you didn’t know how to take it, so you just acted normal.

“I didn’t flirt back; I didn’t even know whether she was flirting with me or not.” You whisper when she lowers her face to your level, her hand still gripping your hair.

“Do you know how I had to find out about the flirting? Bucky said someone was trying to steal my girl.” She let go of your hair and walked to the closet adjoined to your shared room.

“Nat, I promise, I wasn’t flirting back.” You say with tears forming in your eyes.

When she came back out from the closet, she had your favorite strap on in her hand.

“Aww princess, are you going to cry?” She asked teasingly.

You looked away from her and pouted. You knew what was about to happen.

“No daddy.” You whispered and glanced at her as she took off her dress.

Underneath she wore a black lingerie that complimented her features in the best way possible.

“Good, because I’m going to show you who you belong to, and I can’t do that when my pretty girl is crying.” She took hold of your chin in her hand and made you look up at her once again.

“Now, strip and sit on the bed.” She ordered and made her way to sit at the chair she kept at the end of the bed.

You did as you were told and shimmied out of your dress and quickly discarded your bra and panties.

Now being completely exposed to her, you sat at the edge of the bed and awaited your next order.

“Now, play with yourself for me.”

You give her a wicked smile and get to work.

You trail your one hand from you inner thigh and start to tease your pussy, as your other hand goes from your neck to your breasts and tease at your nipples.

“Yes princess, just like that.” Natasha now has the strap on and she starts to tease at her own nipples as her eye run over your body.

A small game starts between the two of you, and soon you have two fingers deep in your pussy and you’re moaning out to Natasha.

“Please can I come daddy?” You whine and rub at your clit with your other hand.

“Cum for me princess, cum on your fingers for me.” She demands and watches you cum undone.

You’re a moaning mess by the end of it, the long night and alcohol making your eyes droopy.

“Don’t get tired on me now baby. I’m just getting started.” She said and made her way to you.

You looked up at her pleadingly and all she did was chuckle.

“You didn’t think I was going to do easy on you? Move up the bed and get comfortable.”

With a huff, you wiggle onto your fours, and crawl up the bed, not before squealing from Natasha slapping your ass.

You give her a glare from over your shoulder and do as you’re told and make yourself comfortable.

“Good girl spread those legs for me. I want to see how wet you are for me.” She said making her way up the bed.

You run you hands on both your thighs and spread your legs as much as you can.

“So wet for me princess.” She stated situating herself between your legs.

“Only you daddy.” You whine looking at the strap on she is running along your folds.

“Only me.” She repeats and slides into you.

You look into her eyes and pucker your lips, she gets the silent message and claims your lips with hers.

A steady rhythm is set as rocks her hips back and forth. She so deep inside you that each time she grinds into you, you can feel her hitting your g-spot each time.

“Harder.” You moan beg her.

“What the princess wants, the princess gets.” She says and pulls out of you. Next thing you know your head is buried into the mattress and your ass is in the air.

She slides the cock into you and pulls your hips back harshly onto her. Continuously, not stopping for one moment.  

You’re a moaning mess and can’t even form proper sentences. You feel her lean down and press her weight against you as she whispered pretty nothings into your ear.

“Such a pretty girl, my pretty girl.” She murmurs and fucks into you harder.

“Gonna cum.” You manage to say.

“Then cum for me princess, cum on my cock and make daddy happy.” She taunts and starts to pick up the pace if that’s possible.

You feel yourself cum undone and moan out her name as she continues to fuck you.

“There you go, such a good fucking girl.” She praises and lays kisses on your back.

As you start to calm down from your climax, you feel her pull out of you and gently turn you over on your back.

“You did so well princess, made me so proud.” She continues her praises and kisses you all over your face until she meets your lips and you both share a gentle kiss.

“Now, spread those beautiful legs, I’m not done yet.” 

#natasha romanoff #natasha romanoff fanfic #natasha romaoff x you #natasha romanoff x reader #natasha romanoff fandom #natasha romanoff angst #natasha romanoff fluff #natasha romanoff smut #natasha romanoff x you angst #natasha romanoff x reader angst #natasha romanoff x you fluff #natasha romanoff x reader fluff #natasha romanoff x you smut #natasha romanoff x reader smut #mcu #marvel #the avengers #avengers #fanfiction #angst #fluff #smut

[the--sad--hatter]

Over The Hill (Bucky x Reader)

This has several prompts but I don’t wanna spoil the story so I won’t say which ones. Just be warned, this is very heavy on the angst and has major character death... 

 James Buchanan Barnes was almost indescribable.

 He was like the last rays of sunshine on the best day of summer. There was beauty and brightness there but was tinged with loss.

 He was like that song, you know the one? The one everyone has, the song that is so sad, so painful and still so beautiful. With every note you feel your heart break a little bit more and no matter how many times you hear it, you still cry every time. But you still listened because even the sadness itself felt like a privilege if you got to listen to the song.

The melancholy sadness that radiated off of him was almost unbearable. Part of you wanted to avoid him because seeing him that way, it just hurt. But then he would smile, this soft, pain filled smile. And even though it hurt worse than anything you had ever felt, it was a privilege to see it.

 All the pain in him wasn’t enough to temper his kindness, his desire to help. He would bend over backwards to make sure nobody else was suffering, even if it was something small and unimportant.

 Couldn’t reach a cup on the top shelf? Bucky was there, handing it to you.

 Too many bags to carry? He would be taking them all off of you before you even realised he had approached you.

 You water bottle was empty on a warm day? A cold, fresh one would be handed to you mid run.

 Steve admonishing you for messing up a mission? Bucky would be there, pointing out everything you had done right and how you could learn from your mistakes.

 The guy Natasha set you up with turned out to be an asshole? Well, you couldn’t prove it but that guy quickly transferred away from the compound after writing you a very long apology note.

 But the one thing he couldn’t help with, the one pain he couldn’t sooth was the heartbreak of loving him and knowing he didn’t love you back. It was the worst sort of pain you had ever felt in your life, an all consuming ache that you carried in your chest at all times. But if you could go back and never have met him, saved yourself all that trouble? You wouldn’t do it. Knowing Bucky Barnes was worth it, even if it destroyed you.

 ~~~~~~~~~~In The Beginning~~~~~~~~~~

 “You’re wasting your talents.” You cousin chided you.

 You tucked the phone between your shoulder and ear, trying to balance the massive pile of files in one hand and your coffee cup in the other as you walked through the bustling halls of the Quantico headquarters.

 “Maria! I’m working for the FBI, it’s not like I’m driving the forklift in a Walmart Warehouse.” You protested.

 “Fury would take you back in a heartbeat, it’s not Shield but it’s better.” She tried.

 “In that it’s not secretly hosting a parasitic Nazi organization?” You snorted.

 “Yes. Just call fury, you can’t tell me you aren’t bored.” She sighed.

 “I’m a little bored, but Nicky hates me.” You refuted.

 “He hates that you call him Nicky but time has made him forget how annoying you are and reminded him of your good qualities.” She argued.

 “What, that I’m really good at shooting people?” You scoffed.

 “Exactly.”

 “Maria, I followed you into Shield but honestly, Shield falling was kind of a good thing for me. Yes, I’m bored but I’m not unhappy to be out of that game.”

 “What about The Avengers? I could put a call in for you, and Barton and Romaoff would back me up.” She offered.

 That made you pause.

 “They looking for Agents?” You enquired.

 “They’re always looking for good agents.” She said victoriously, knowing she had you.

 “And I wouldn’t be under Nicky’s thumb?” You checked.

 “Fury has no authority there.” She confirmed.

 You looked at the obscene amount of paperwork as you dumped it on your desk and absentmindedly stroked the holstered gun on your hip, the one that hadn’t been fired outside of a shooting range in months.

 “Alright, hook me up with The Avengers.” You agreed.

 That was how you found yourself dragging a duffel bag into the Upstate Avengers compound two weeks later.

 “Can I help you with that?” A soft voice said from behind you.

 You turned your head to see a long haired, beautiful man standing a few feet away nervously, waiting for you to give him permission to approach. His hand was outstretched and you noticed it was metal, which drew your eyes back to his face.

“I would appreciate that.” You said gratefully.

 He took the bag from you, eyebrows raising when he realized how heavy it was.

 “What do you have in here?” He asked, blushing when he realised it was probably a personal question.

 “Pretty much everything I own. So a lot of weapons and a lot of shoes.” You said, grinning at him.

 “Are you moving in?” He asked curiously, carrying the bag towards the elevator.

 “Actually, yes I am Sergeant Barnes.” You nodded, following him.

 “You know who I am?”

 “You’re recognisable. And chivalrous but not blonde, so that narrowed it down.” You joked.

 “Bucky. Call me Bucky.” He said softly.

 “Bucky… I’m.”

 “Oh no.” He groaned and you froze up in alarm as he turned to you with a deer in the headlights look.  

 “Will you marry me?” He asked in a rush, eyes wide.

 “We met three minutes ago, you don’t even know my name!” You laughed, puzzled by the request.

 “Please, please just pretend that we are madly in love and getting married!” He begged.

 “Ok?” You agreed.

 He sighed in relief and slipped his arm around your waist, pulling you into his chest. Before you could even let out a noise of surprise you heard someone yelling his name.

 “Oh Sergeant Barnes!”

 Even you winced at the shrill tone and you had a pretty good idea of why you were now engaged. You glanced up to see a tall, blonde woman barrelling towards you. Whether she was in a rush or just couldn’t stop the momentum, you weren’t sure. If you were wearing heels that high, you’d probably keep moving as well, too afraid of toppling over if you stopped.  As she drew closer her eyes zero’d in on you and narrowed hatefully as she sized you up.

 “Who’s your friend?” She asked with forced friendliness.

 “Uh, Babette, I told you about her right. This is my fiancée.” He explained, looking between the two of you nervously.

 “I’ve told you, everybody calls me Babe.” She laughed, glaring at you through the cackle.

 “Well hey Babe, I’m Agent Hill the younger.” You announced, offering her your hand.

 Bucky’s hand tightened on your waist as he realised who you were.

 “Agent… Hill?” She gulped.

 “”That’s right.” You said, grinning up at Bucky with a mischievous twinkle in your eye.

 “Well we should get you settled in upstairs, everyone’s dying to see you.” Bucky said, trying to pull you away.

 “Bye Babe!” You yelled as he dragged you away.

 As soon as you were on the elevator he dropped the charade.

 “I’m so sorry!” He gushed, releasing your waist like you’d burned him.

 “Why exactly are we getting married?” You asked him.

 “She.. well she’s relentless and I didn’t know how to get her to stop flirting with me without being rude. So I told her I was with someone and when she asked if it was serious I said I was engaged. She still didn’t want to back off so when I saw her coming over, I panicked.” He admitted, blushing slightly.

 “Ah. You should have told her you were gay.” You said, shaking your head in mock disappointment.

 “You’re glossing over the whole panicking thing aren’t you?”

 “Well, if you need a fake fiancée to ward of the Babe’s of the world then let me know.” You offered, trying to reassure him with a gentle smile.  

 “Thank you. For going along with it.” He said genuinely.

 He was so sincere and soft spoken, charming and kind that you immediately found yourself drawn in by him.

 “Anything for you Bucky.” You said, meaning it to be a joke.

 Turned out, the joke was on you.

 ~~~~~~~~~~Today~~~~~~~~~~

 “Steve, we can stop the detonations from decimating the city but we need to do it from here.” Bucky said into the comms, his eyes haunted.

 He was right, Stark had done what he could to ensure that the bombs wouldn’t go off by jamming the signals. But the catch was, he couldn’t jam the signal to the bomb where the three of you were stood and someone needed to be here to keep jamming the signal.

 “Get her out of here.” Bucky said to Tony, ignoring you.

 “Barnes…” Tony argued weakly.

 “You can fly, you have a better chance of getting her away.” Bucky said decisively.

 “Bucky, I…” You gasped, looking around desperately.

 “There’s no other way.” Bucky said apologetically, knowing what you were looking for.

 Tears stung at your eyes as you launched yourself at him, wrapping your arms around his neck.

 “I love you.” You whispered in his ear before you pulled away.

 You saw the shock on his eyes at your admission, the pained look on his face. And then the horror as the metal pipe you’d grabbed slammed into his skull.

 “What the hell?” Tony demanded as Bucky crumbled to the ground.

 “I can’t carry him out. You have to do it.” You said coldly.

 Tony looked between Bucky’s unconscious body and the firm, stubborn look on your face as he realised what you’d just done. You’d backed him into a corner.

 “Agent Hill, it’s been an honour.” He said sadly, knowing there was no time for a long drawn out goodbye.

 “Tell Maria it was my choice and I didn’t regret it. Please?” You begged as he picked Bucky’s prone form up off the floor.

 “I will.” Tony said, with one last pained look of regret before his visor closed and he was gone.

 You got to work, typing the code Tony had input into the system that jammed the radio signals.

 Bucky woke up a safe distance away from the building, just in time to see it go up in flames with a ground shaking boom.

 “Where is she?!” He roared, swaying as he stood up and tried to move towards the building.

 “She made her choice Barnes, I’m sorry.” Tony apologised, pulling him back.

 Bucky struggled against him, frantically trying to get to you even as he watched the building crumble.

 “NO!” He screamed, the futility of the situation slamming into him and forcing him to his knees.

 “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.” Tony repeated, trying to push his own pain aside.

 “She can’t be gone.” Bucky whispered.

 “Barnes… look!” Tony said in shock, hoping his eyes weren’t deceiving him.

 The red figure flying out of the building flew closer and Vision landed in front of them, carrying a very bloody, very burned but very alive you in his arms. Bucky scrambled to his feet and gently grabbed you from Vision.

 “I tried to get there before the explosion but I was unable to save her.” Vision apologised.

 “S’alright Vis, you did good.” You assured weakly.

 “What were you thinking? You could have been killed!” Bucky demanded, cradling you to his chest carefully and angling you towards Tony so Friday could scan your vitals.

 “I was thinking that you were in danger and I would happily die rather than live in a world without you in it.” You told him sincerely.

 “What you said… You didn’t just say it to distract me?” He demanded desperately.

 “I love you Bucky, I couldn’t tell you because I didn’t want to lose you.”

 “You wouldn’t. You won’t. I love you, I fucking love you, I’m sorry I ever made you think otherwise.” He professed.

 Tony gently grasped his shoulder and he looked up to see the other mans heartbroken expression.

 “She’s got major internal bleeding, Ambulance is coming but..” Tony trailed off.

 Bucky looked back down at you and noticed the way you were rapidly losing colour and your eyes were fluttering closed.  

 “I will spend the rest of my life making it all up to you but you need to live, please just hold on.” He begged.

 “Sorry. I’m sorry.” You whispered.

 “Don’t be sorry, just live.” He pleaded.

 But you were only human, and not even force of will could help you survive the force of a bomb and a building collapsing on you. By the time the ambulance arrived less than a minute later, you were already gone. They tried to revive you but your heart wouldn’t restart, and Bucky’s heart broke. He clutched your hand as the paramedics called the time of death.

 “I love you. I will always love you and I will tell you that every day for the rest of my life, I just wish you were alive to hear it.”

A/N - Yeah, don’t worry, I hate me as well for writing this..... 

#hattersmarvelverse #Bucky x Reader #Bucky Barnes

[ao3feed-hawkguy]

Pain is Not The Only Path

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/37HhND8

by MsMockingbird

This is going to sprawl a little. It’s going to be the story of how some of my favorite characters get into a polyamorous relationship.

I might change the rating later, but more likely I’ll have a separate related work with just some solid sex scenes.

Words: 2930, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Series: Part 29 of The Mockingverse

Fandoms: The Avengers (Marvel) - All Media Types, Winter Soldier (Comics), Hawkeye (Comics), Mockingbird (Comic), Black Widow (Comics), Captain America - All Media Types

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: F/M

Characters: Bobbi Morse, Bobbi Barton, James "Bucky" Barnes, Clint Barton, Natasha Romanov (Marvel), Steve Rogers, Tony Stark, Bruce Banner, Thor (Marvel), Sam Wilson (Marvel), Hawkeye (CB), Mockingbird (Marvel), Black Widow, The Winter Soldier, Captain America - Character, Iron Man, The Hulk, Falcon

Relationships: Hawkeye/Mockingbird, Clint Barton/Bobbi Morse, Clint Barton/Bobbi Barton, Winter Soldier/Black Widow, James “Bucky” Barnes & Steve Rogers, James “Bucky” Barnes & Bobbi Barton, James “Bucky” Barnes & Clint Barton, James “Bucky” Barnes/Natasha Romaoff

Additional Tags: Chronic Pain, Exploring Sexuality, Pansexual Character, Illness, Polyamory, Angst, lying

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#fanfic #hawkeye #hawkguy

[ao3feed-buckybarnes]

Pain is Not The Only Path

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/37HhND8

by MsMockingbird

This is going to sprawl a little. It’s going to be the story of how some of my favorite characters get into a polyamorous relationship.

I might change the rating later, but more likely I’ll have a separate related work with just some solid sex scenes.

Words: 2930, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Series: Part 29 of The Mockingverse

Fandoms: The Avengers (Marvel) - All Media Types, Winter Soldier (Comics), Hawkeye (Comics), Mockingbird (Comic), Black Widow (Comics), Captain America - All Media Types

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: F/M

Characters: Bobbi Morse, Bobbi Barton, James "Bucky" Barnes, Clint Barton, Natasha Romanov (Marvel), Steve Rogers, Tony Stark, Bruce Banner, Thor (Marvel), Sam Wilson (Marvel), Hawkeye (CB), Mockingbird (Marvel), Black Widow, The Winter Soldier, Captain America - Character, Iron Man, The Hulk, Falcon

Relationships: Hawkeye/Mockingbird, Clint Barton/Bobbi Morse, Clint Barton/Bobbi Barton, Winter Soldier/Black Widow, James “Bucky” Barnes & Steve Rogers, James “Bucky” Barnes & Bobbi Barton, James “Bucky” Barnes & Clint Barton, James “Bucky” Barnes/Natasha Romaoff

Additional Tags: Chronic Pain, Exploring Sexuality, Pansexual Character, Illness, Polyamory, Angst, lying

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#bucky #IFTTT #ao3feed #fanfic #bucky barnes #james barnes #the winter soldier #james barnes

[creative-caramel-coffee]

I think I expressed my self terribly wrong sorry!

So basically reader is sick but maybe the team doesn’t realise and they do things unintentionally that make reader even more sick (like leaving the windows open, telling her to go buy something or I don’t know) until Wanda and Nat have enough and realise that reader is sick and tell the team to stop

-🦜

Stubborn and Sick

Pairings: Wandanat x R

Word count: 1K

Summary: Your sick and stubborn, but you also can’t back down from a challenge. What happens when Tony gets involved?

TW: sickness, fever, almost kinda fainting? (Idk), bread slander, fever induced vertigo, headache etc.

A/n Hehehe bread slander. Grains and seeds sucks so bad. I don’t care if its healthy it tastes like chunky cardboard. White bread and whole meal all the way peeps.

You were stubborn. It was a fact, and everyone knew it. So, when you got sick after falling in a frozen lake on the last mission Wanda and Nat decided to wait until you came to them for help instead of trying everything to convince you to let them help you.

The rest of the team however was more than a little blind when it came to other people's needs, not for lack of trying but more so because they were dense, and not just in terms of muscles.

You stood in the kitchen, the fever you had managed to develop this morning was throwing you for a loop. You were making some toast, hoping you would be able to deal with that at least. Your throat hurt so bad and there was a dull headache settling in for the long run it seemed.

You probably shouldn’t have stayed up all night trying to finish the mission report for fury. But tony had bed you a hundred bucks he would finish his before you did, and you weren’t one to back down from easy money.

You finished buttering the toast and patted the cash in your pocket and smiled to yourself. Turning to put the knife in the sink to clean later the world spun. You staggered a bit and held onto the bench with both hands leaning against it heavily.

“Damn this stupid fever” you muttered. When you vision cleared you deposited the knife and went back to the plate. Picking it up and setting out for your room. Your muscles hurt and your head hurt more. You had barely made it three feet down the hall when you heard a voice from the kitchen.

“Who ate all the bread?” It was Clint so you hightailed it out of there, knowing if he found it was you, he would send you to buy more. And you were pretty sure a trip to the shops would kill you at this point. Alas, fate was not on your side today. Being sick you were clumsy and slow due to the fever. Needless to say, Clint caught you easily. He scowled at the toast you were holding.

“I wanted a sandwich.” He grumbled. At this point tony walked past.

“Whats up Legolas?” Tony chirped probably hyped up on coffee and energy drinks.

“L/n here ate all the bread.” He said still scowling at the toast.

“Then it seemed fair she goes to buy more.” Tony grinned, “I know she has the money for it.” You glared at him.

“Fine.” You growled. So, despite the pounding headache and sore muscles, the fever and growing ache in your knees and back you submitted.

You huffed and nibbled on the toast before leaving it on the desk. As you left the room you shot the delicious toast a mournful longing look. It simple sat and waited.

The shops were awful to say the least. The lights hummed which hurt your head and the brightness hurt your eyes. Parts of you hurt that you didn’t know existed let alone could feel. You slouched and shuffled down the bread aisle. There were so many different types. You grabbed the first one you saw when a sudden wave of vertigo hit, and you stumbled like you had in the kitchen. Leaning against the shelf and closing your eyes.

Yelena was in town and so her and Nat were having a movie night, and as all good movie nights need, they were out getting snacks. So, you can imagine Natasha’s surprise when she saw you looking just about ready to pass out in the bread aisle. She wasted no time rushing to your side and steadying you with her hands on your shoulders.

“Y/n? Y/n!” She said patting you lightly on the cheek. You were very pale and seemed only mildly lucid at best.

Nat took the bread from your hands and shoved it in Yelena’s direction who took it and inspected it.

“Grains and seeds?” She mumbled. “Gross.” She shoved it back on the shelf and picked up a loaf of white bread.

“Y/n/n i need you to open your eyes for me sweetheart.” She said and you mumbled something incoherent.

“What was that love?” Nat asked feeling your forehead with the back of her hand. You were way too hot and defiantly running a high fever.

“I said m sick natty. ‘N i don’ feel good.” You slurred and Natasha looked around to Yelena before realising she had gone to buy the bread for you. She didn’t know why you wanted it but if it was worth almost dying for, she would buy it for you. After all you were dating her sister.

Nat scanned you up and down deciding that this had gone on for too long. In a gentle movement she scooped you into her arms and you tiredly rested your head on her chest eyes still shut and muttering nonsense. Yelena and Nat met at the register and the three of you headed back to the compound. Being an avenger Nat did receive too many odd looks for carrying her very pale and sick looking girlfriend through the shopping centre.

On the way back Yelena done with you in the back on Nat’s lap. She was fanning you with her hands in a fruitless attempt to cool you down. She had dialled Wanda who was going to meet them in your shared room with supplies and a wet cloth for you.

Nat easily carried you out of the car and back to the room. Wanda took your temperature and Yelena went to put the bread in the kitchen slightly thrown off by her sister being so domestic all of a sudden.

Your temperature as expected was far too high and so they went about cooling you down with a cloth and fever reducers. After a bit you were asleep with Wanda and Natasha laid beside you careful not to add too much extra heat to your already furnace-like temperature.

You rested and it was simple to say that Nat’s movie night gained an extra two people. Well … one witch and a half dead, half sick and fully asleep avenger.

MASTERLIST

#marvel #sicfic #the avengers #wanda maximoff #wandanat #natasha romanov #wanda marvel #natasha romaoff #wandanat comfort #wandanat x reader #Yelena belova #tony stark #clint barton #whump #fluff #no angst #no smut #illness #sick r #sick reader #fever #flu #headache #vertigo #sickness #sick #bread slander #marvel sicfic #avenger r #Yelena x r

[ao3feed-clintbobbi]

Pain is Not The Only Path

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/37HhND8

by MsMockingbird

This is going to sprawl a little. It’s going to be the story of how some of my favorite characters get into a polyamorous relationship.

I might change the rating later, but more likely I’ll have a separate related work with just some solid sex scenes.

Words: 2930, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Series: Part 29 of The Mockingverse

Fandoms: The Avengers (Marvel) - All Media Types, Winter Soldier (Comics), Hawkeye (Comics), Mockingbird (Comic), Black Widow (Comics), Captain America - All Media Types

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: F/M

Characters: Bobbi Morse, Bobbi Barton, James "Bucky" Barnes, Clint Barton, Natasha Romanov (Marvel), Steve Rogers, Tony Stark, Bruce Banner, Thor (Marvel), Sam Wilson (Marvel), Hawkeye (CB), Mockingbird (Marvel), Black Widow, The Winter Soldier, Captain America - Character, Iron Man, The Hulk, Falcon

Relationships: Hawkeye/Mockingbird, Clint Barton/Bobbi Morse, Clint Barton/Bobbi Barton, Winter Soldier/Black Widow, James “Bucky” Barnes & Steve Rogers, James “Bucky” Barnes & Bobbi Barton, James “Bucky” Barnes & Clint Barton, James “Bucky” Barnes/Natasha Romaoff

Additional Tags: Chronic Pain, Exploring Sexuality, Pansexual Character, Illness, Polyamory, Angst, lying

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#IFTTT #ao3feed #fanfic #Clint Barton/Bobbi Morse #hawkingbird #Hawkeye/Mockingbird #clint x bobbi

[ao3feed-buckynat]

Pain is Not The Only Path

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/37HhND8

by MsMockingbird

This is going to sprawl a little. It’s going to be the story of how some of my favorite characters get into a polyamorous relationship.

I might change the rating later, but more likely I’ll have a separate related work with just some solid sex scenes.

Words: 2930, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Series: Part 29 of The Mockingverse

Fandoms: The Avengers (Marvel) - All Media Types, Winter Soldier (Comics), Hawkeye (Comics), Mockingbird (Comic), Black Widow (Comics), Captain America - All Media Types

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: F/M

Characters: Bobbi Morse, Bobbi Barton, James "Bucky" Barnes, Clint Barton, Natasha Romanov (Marvel), Steve Rogers, Tony Stark, Bruce Banner, Thor (Marvel), Sam Wilson (Marvel), Hawkeye (CB), Mockingbird (Marvel), Black Widow, The Winter Soldier, Captain America - Character, Iron Man, The Hulk, Falcon

Relationships: Hawkeye/Mockingbird, Clint Barton/Bobbi Morse, Clint Barton/Bobbi Barton, Winter Soldier/Black Widow, James “Bucky” Barnes & Steve Rogers, James “Bucky” Barnes & Bobbi Barton, James “Bucky” Barnes & Clint Barton, James “Bucky” Barnes/Natasha Romaoff

Additional Tags: Chronic Pain, Exploring Sexuality, Pansexual Character, Illness, Polyamory, Angst, lying

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#ao3feed #buckynat #soviet spouses

[creative-caramel-coffee]

It’s me again, something similar happened to me yesterday when I was moving to school, and could really use the girls for comfort rn

R is stressed trying to quickly move things, perhaps moving into wandanat room? When she falls, to her it’s blank one minute she was standing the next she’s in pain on the floor? Obviously r is stubborn and tries to carry on not wanting to be seen as weak or lazy. But the girls notice and immediately go into caring mode where the see r is actually bleeding and hurt her ankle.

“Oh my sweet girl you could’ve come to us. We aren’t mad. Let’s clean you up”

“You can’t walk darling, you’ll make it worse”

“Lots of love for our love bug”

“Shhh no saying sorry. They are not necessary sweet girl, you can’t help it”

Any fluffy comfort dialogue 🥹

~ 🕯️ I would like this emoji like you suggested so you can see I’m the writer you’ve been on my page recently lmao

Moving in but with crutches

Pairings: Wandanat x R

Word count: 1.5K

Summary: Reader is super excited to move in with her girls but she’s a little clumsy and ends up needing some tlc

TW: light mentions of blood, sprain (implied), injury

A/n sorry this took so long to get done but I hope you like it. I really enjoyed writing it. Also I’m happy for you to be 🕯 anon :)

It was finally time. Ever since moving to the compound your gaze had trailed after them like a lost puppy. Them, being the power couple of the compound. Them, being Wanda and Natasha.

You were sure the mind reader and spy couldn’t have missed the light shades of pink that dusted your cheeks every time they spoke to you. Or maybe they just thought you weren’t very sun safe, either way it didn’t matter now because the three of you had been dating for four months now and despite all the milestones that are in a relationship this one was the one you were most excited for. Moving in with them.

Sure, you had been sleeping in their bed for like two weeks now, but it was never really officially your room. You still had all your stuff in the other smaller room tony had built for you when you joined the team. Wanda and Nat party because they were sharing a room and party because they had been on the team for far longer, had a much larger and your opinion much nicer room. Furnished with Wanda’s touches and Natasha’s tastes. There were enough plants, courtesy of Wanda, to compete with a forrest and it was just beautiful.

You had spent the morning packing your stuff into box’s, sure it was just across the hall, but your stuff was important to you, and you wanted the full experience.

You came to the tower with nothing but your name and the clothes on your back, so you wanted the full nine yards. Wanda and Nat were supportive and had been helping you pack. But as lunch neared all of you were getting hungry so nat and Wanda had gone out to pick up some takeaway. Claiming that the living alone lifestyle was about to change, and you should make the most of it. Of course, that statement led to an argument over who was more of a blanket hog which you did your best not to be roped into.

Once the two had secured their keys and left, still bickering however, you turned up your music and moved over to some of the heavier items.

Pulling the books off the bookshelf and placing them neatly in boxes you moved over to the lamp. But in your haste accidentally pulled on the chord.

One second you were upright and the next thing you knew you were on the floor. As your senses came back to you and you shifted into a sitting position, the pain flooded in. Your ankle was bleeding, the bulb must have smashed, and on top of that the joint hurt like all hades.

Despite the calming breathes you took your ankle was starting to look worse. A light blue bruise that you were sure was only going to darken began to form around the joint and you closed your eyes.

Thank God you had turned up the music or someone would have surely come in to see if you were ok. How embarrassing, being an avenger only to be taken down by a lamp. No. You were not lazy. You were not weak.

Sucking in a breath you carefully got to your feet trying to avoid the glass. Putting any pressure on the ankle made it feel like you were stepping on a thousand suns, but you simply pushed through. You were not weak. You were an avenger. You moved as fast as possible to clean up the mess, which let's be honest wasn’t very fast.

You swept the glass up and placed the seemingly undamaged corpse of a lamp into a box for later. However, it was now no longer welcome in your new room. No. You made a small pledge to hide that box for when your ankle was better and seek some revenge on the stupid piece of furniture.

You had just finished sealing off the box of nightmares with the packing tape when two short raps came from the open doorway. You turned around as smoothly as you could with the pain in your foot and smiled at Natasha.

“Hey baby, Wanda’s gone to start getting the food ready in the kitchen are you gonna join us?” She asked.

“Yeah sure. Like I’d ever say no to that.” You said trying your best to hide a wince as you took a step towards Nat. Her brow furrowed and eyebrows pinched together as she didn’t miss the action at all.

“Baby? are you ok?” She asked. You wavered but plastered on the fake smile you used for Tony’s galas.

“One hundred percent. Did you get pad Thai?” You asked and tried to change the subject. Nat knew something was wrong and looked you up and down doing a mental scan to find the problem. You knew you were screwed when her eyes zeroed in on your sock. You had slipped it on last minute to hide the cut on your foot and in your haste had managed to miss the fact it had bled through the pale fabric.

Nat was over by your side in an instant, she guided you by your shoulders to the bed and pressed down to make you sit.

“Sit” she said leaving zero room for questions. You simply nodded as she crouched down and placed your foot on her knee. Gently she peeled back the sock and sighed at the semi-deep cut that ran down your heel. Your ankle was swollen and looked angry, and Nat was surprised you were able to walk at all but suspected that the fading adrenaline may have something to do with it.

“Wanda!” She yelled and the two of you heard hurried footsteps and Wanda appeared in the doorway.

“Yes?! Whats the matter?” She asked looking panicked. When she saw the two of you were still alive and breathing, she sighed and placed a hand over her heart.

“Jesus don’t do that nat.” She said. Nat shrugged.

“Sorry baby. Can you grab the first aid kit in the bathroom Y/n/n here felt she could hide something from us.” She said gesturing to the ensuite and then your foot which was propped up in her lap. She was holding the destroyed sock to the cut to stop the bleeding which made you wince. Wanda nodded and disappeared before coming back with the kit and placing it down beside Nat.

Wanda gave the injury a proper look now and softened her gaze and took your hand, rubbing circles on your knuckles with her thumb.

"Oh, my sweet girl you could've come to us. We aren't mad. Let's clean you up" she said.

“I-its fine. Im fine. No problem.” You said and went to move your foot from Nat’s lap who had just finished bandaging the cut. She grabbed your calf gently but tightly and glared at you before softening at the sight of tears in your eyes.

"You can't walk darling; you'll make it worse" she said gently and you huffed.

Wanda stood and sat next to you on the bed and began pressing kisses to your cheek and arms.

“It just means lots of love for our love bug" she said and pulled you in for a hug. Nat nodded and joined the hug.

“Sorry.” You said in a small voice. But Nat hushed you with a kiss to the lips it was soft and tender. When she pulled away, she looked into your eyes.

"Shhh no saying sorry. That’s not necessary sweet girl, you can't help it" she said and rubbed her nose against yours in a gentle moment of pure love.

“Do you want me to bring the food here or Natty can carry you into the lounge so we can prop your foot up to eat? Either way you're getting ice and rest on the ankle.” Wanda said and you let a single tear fall at the tenderness of it all. Wanda was quick to wipe it away and press a kiss to the tear track.

“Baby don’t cry love. We’ve got you honey.” She said and you sniffled.

“The lounge maybe?” You said and Wanda chuckled.

“Of course, sweetheart. Nat?” She said and gestured to you who grinned like a feral animal and scooped you up with little to no warning. You squealed and clutched your arms around her. She laughed deeply and you swatted her chest. The three of you went to the lounge and Nat called Bruce to bring you some crutches for later and Wanda finished prepping the food.

After the three of you were cuddled up under a blanket with ice on your ankle and old movie reruns playing in the background. Soon you drifted to sleep as Wanda ran her hands through your hair and nat traced patterns on your exposed thigh. After all you were only in a large t-shirt and boxers. The rest of the team was away apart from Bruce, but he never left the lab anyway. You we’re content. Happy. Safe. And loved. Life couldn’t get any better.

MASTERLIST

#marvel #the avengers #sicfic #wanda maximoff #wandanat #natasha romanov #wanda marvel #natasha romaoff #wandanat comfort #wandanat x reader #comfort #hurt/comfort #hurt reader #hurt r #injured reader #injured r #light blood #injury #whump #no angst #maybe slight angst #soft wandanat #Thai food #marvel sicfic #Bruce banner #wandanat x r #fluff #marvel comfort fic #self insert #y/n

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hey! could i maybe make a request about reader suffering from anxiety, but she hides it, and for some reason Wanda or Nat snap at her, and she breaks? Basically WandaNat x reader angst with hurt/comfort? Thanks in advance <3

Misunderstanding Mishaps

Pairings: Wandanat x R, Pepper x R (platonic)

Word count: 2.2K

Summary: R struggles while her girls are away which leads to a misunderstanding.

TW: not eating, not sleeping, anxiety, misunderstanding, angst, accused cheating, past trauma (mentioned), crying, vulnerability, depression (kinda?), separation anxiety

A/n I love pepper and I hope I did your request justice :)

Eventually you were past the point of being able to bring it up in conversation. Life had been good. Aside from dealing with it yourself, but that was the way it had always been so it wasn’t that bad. Ho were you suppose to tell your girlfriends of almost two years that your anxieties were eating you alive? You were a hero. Hero’s didn’t have anxiety. Or at least that’s what you had told yourself.

You were afraid of loosing them the same way you lost your family. In an attack from hydra your whole family was killed, the same attack that was the start of five years of hell and the begging of your powers. It had been three years since the avengers rescued you and two years of being with your girlfriends. Wanda and Natasha were perfect. They were your missing puzzle piece. But you were terrified to loose them. The constant fear of yourself, your powers and loosing the people you cared about only ever became unbearable when they left. If they were out of your sight, you couldn’t protect them. You knew they could do well more than hold their own on the battlefield but you couldn’t loose them. It had been almost a week and Wanda and Natasha were on a strict no contact mission. It was eating you from the inside out. Not know if they were ok. Not knowing where they were. Nobody would update you. It was tearing you apart. The first few days you had managed to f drag yourself out of bed. But not anymore. You were curled up in the sheets that were soaked in tears and sweat from when you did manage to sleep but you merely had nightmares about their deaths.

Pepper had been taking time out of her busy schedule to bring you food she had ordered, sitting with you until you had taken your last bite. She knew the truth. She knew of your fears and did her best to help. She was like a mother to you. It was nice. You had attached yourself to her when you first came. She looked like your aunt and she acted like a mother. She had taken to you straight away.

Two small knocks came on the bedroom door and in a small voice you called out.

“Come in.” You said, maybe too softly to hear but the door opened. Pepper stood with a table in one hand and a cooling plate of pancakes in her arms.

“Y/n/n you need to eat something today.” She said coming in an placing them on your lap before tiding up. For someone who didn’t leave their bed much there sure was a mess. She stopped when she saw your teary eyes. Coming to sit on the bed beside you she placed a hand on your cheek using her thumb to wipe the falling tears from your cheek.

“Oh sweetheart.” She cooed looking sad for you. “Come here.” She pulled you into her chest and wrapped her arms around you.

“I know your worried but I made tony hack shield because I know you needed something.” You tensed in her arms. “Wanda and Natasha are in Finland, some top secret hydra base their scoping out. They should be home in a day or two if not sooner.” She rubbed circles on your back as your hands bunched in her shirt and you sobbed into the crook of her shoulder, your body shaking. It had all been too much for you lately you needed your girls.

You were almost fully in pepper lap now as she held you into her chest tightly to ground you. Soon your sobs died down and pepper coaxed you into eating some of the now cold pancakes. Seeing your eyes fluttering she knew you hadn’t slept much the last few nights. Carefully she ran a hand through your hair to get the curls from your face.

“Sweetheart why don’t you get some sleep.” Pepper said going to grab her tablet.

You nodded and snuggled into the sheets. Pepper nodded her approval and began walking to the door.

“Can you stay?” You asked in a small voice. Insecurity lacing the words.

“Of course y/n/n.” She walked back over and you shuffled to the side as she swung her legs onto the bed and you snuggled into her thigh. She was wearing black slacks and a salmon coloured button up blouse which now had drying wet patches thanks to your earlier tears. Her hair was up and she was wearing black heels. “You look nice today pep” you mumbled into her leg and she ran her hand in circles on your back as you fell asleep you heard her chuckle at your comment.

“Get some sleep sweetheart, I wont leave you.” She said softly and used her other hand to start tapping on her tablet as she organised some stark industries business.

You woke up to the sound of voice in the hall. You grumbled and rolled into peppers side more, pressing your face into her leg and smushing your cheeks up. She chuckled and looked to the door which began to open slightly.

Wanda and Natasha peered in. Upon realising their voices were the ones you heard you shot up in bed making pepper chuckle slightly. Your bed head made you look quiet cute.

“Wands! Natty!” You said making grabby hands and using your fist to rub your eyes which had deep circles under them despite your power nap. You frowned when they didn’t come over.

“Natty? Wanda? Is everything ok?” You asked getting up and walking over to them. You went to hug them but back away when they recoiled at your touch. Pepper sat on the bed trying to. Dissapper, her only exit blocked.

“Y/n.” Wanda said with a cold voice.

“Y/n” Natasha echoed “what is this?” She asked her face stone cold as she waved a hand between you and pepper who shrunk deeper into the bed. You did a double take, spluttering slightly at the indication of what they thought you had done. They took it your reaction as shock you had been caught. Natasha was getting angry now at your lack of words.

“What? Nothing to say? We were gone so you think you can just throw yourself at the next girl who walks into the room?” Natasha said harshly. Tears began to prick your eyes.

“Do you always go whoring yourself out when we go on missions?” Wanda yelled.

“I-i-I-“ you stuttered the nervous trait you had been trying to kick for years showing itself as you floundered.

“You know what. Its been a rough couple of days, I need a shower.” Nat said pushing past you. “And frankly I don’t want to see you right now.” She said looking you up and down you felt small in your pjs and bed head. “Coming wands baby?” Nat said using pet names to make you feel worse.

“Of course my love.” Wanda replied shoving past you as well.

Your heart beat once. Twice. Then shattered. You stood staring at where they had been before you shot off down the hall. Running into your old room you slammed the door and ordered Jarvis to lock it. You curled up in the sheets and sobbed loudly into the fabric. You clutched your old stuffed toy to your chest, the familiar item bringing some much needed comfort. It felt like hours you were laid there. All alone, your thoughts running wild.

Meanwhile pepper had broken out of her stupor and was pounding on the bathroom door. She was ignored until after the two girls had showered. As they opened the door pepper jumped back and began to berate them.

“What the hell was that?!” She yelled and Wanda looked at her in shock while nat simply held a cold gaze. “You see us together and assume she cheated.” Pepper yelled. “First off Im with tony and I see her like family. Secondly I would never meddle in your relationship, I cant believe you think I would. But this is not about me.” She began pacing and Wanda and nat sat down on the bed and quietly watched. As Wanda detected no lies in her words she began to fear she had made a huge mistake. Natasha seemed less convinced and crossed her arms.

“Then what was she doing in bed with you?” She said pointedly.

“She was in tears you idiots. She has been having horrible anxiety and hasn’t been eating or sleeping scared she would miss a call saying you needed back up or worse were injured and not coming home. I have been bringing her food and drying her tears while you two didn’t spare a second thought to her state when you left.” Wanda began to feel awful and Natasha also was beginning to feel pepper was telling the truth. “I came in this morning to find she hadn’t slept again last night and I brought her pancakes. She cried into my neck for about an hour before I managed to get her to eat something and take a nap. She has been inconsolable and afraid you two wouldn’t come home to her this time.” Wanda and Natasha were feeling awful and nat ran her hands through her damp hair.

“Then you two come in and break her all over again.”

“Why didn’t she tell us.” Wanda said her voice breaking.

“She thought she needed to be strong. She thinks hero’s cant have anxiety she was afraid you would leave her for less. Don’t you get it? She loves you so much she almost made herself sick waiting like a sick puppy for you to come home.” Pepper said “you better go start apologising now. I saw she was before and I would hate to see her now.”

Wanda nodded and took Nat’s hand walking down the hall to the room and knocking on the door three times.

“Go away pepper.” You sobbed choking on the words.

“Its us.” They said and you stilled. Rubbing your eyes and standing on shaky legs. You opened the door your face masking all emotion despite your red and puffy eyes and tear tracks.

“What do you want” you said shoving everything down.

“Aww baby.” Wanda cooed when she saw your face. She pulled you into a hug and her heart broke when you stiffed. Nat began to run her hands through your hair as Wanda picked you up sitting on the bed with you in her lap.

“My sweet girl we are so so so so sorry baby. And we will spend ever day for the next fifty years doing our best to make up for it.” Wanda said and Nat nodded eagerly.

“But-but- you don’t love me anymore.” You said burning your face in your hands as the tears started again. Wanda cooed and pulled your hands from your face pulling you back the back of your neck into her shoulder and running her hands through your hair.

“Baby we love you so so much.”

“More than you know.” Nat agreed. “And we are so sorry and we hope you can forgive us.”

“And we understand in you need time.” Wanda said begging to peel you off her stopping when you choked out a broken sob.

“Please don’t leave me” you cried. And Wanda stopped pulling you in tightly to calm you down she motion for nat to join. Wanda turned your body so you were laid on her chest body flush to hers. Nat came and sandwiched you wrapping her arms under Wanda with her body on both yours and Wanda’s.

“My sweet girls.” Wanda said. As she brushed the hair from your eyes as you cried into her chest.

“We are never going to leave you alone like that again. And I’m sorry we didn’t notice sooner.” Nat said.

“‘S ok” you slurred slightly.

Wanda shook her head “no baby its not we didn’t even let you explain.” Your body shook slightly and Wanda pulled a blanket over the three of you.

“We’re here now love. You can sleep we wont go anywhere my sweet. You look exhausted. Close those pretty eyes for me.” She said stroking your cheek. You let out a low sleepy hum and your eyes drifted closed all the emotions of the day had exhausted you. You barely registered the door open slightly and pepper came to check on you and Wanda mouthed ‘thank you’ to her. Pepper nodded and used to fingers to point into her eyes then at Wanda and nat in a ‘I’m watching you’ motion with no real malice behind it. It was an honest mistake and she knew it. You jiggled slightly as Wanda’s chest moved with a chuckle the vibrations lulling you deeper into sleep. Carefully pepper shut the door. Comfy and feeling safe you slept in the arms of your girls. And for once the anxiety was nowhere to be found in any of even the darkest corners of your mind. Their love lighting up all the parts that hid the darkness from them.

MASTERLIST

#marvel #the avengers #wanda maximoff #wandanat #natasha romanov #sicfic #natasha romaoff #wanda marvel #wandanat x reader #wandanat comfort #pepper Potts #pepper potts comfort #hurt / comfort #wandanat sic fic #wandanat x r #sick reader #anxiety #anxious reader #seperation anxiety #angst #comfort #pepper potts is amazing #depressed reader #misunderstood #marvel comfort #marvel sickfic #natasha comfort #natasha romanoff #wanda x natasha #wandanat sick

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Spring sucks

Pairings: Wandanat x R

Word count: 1.3K

Summary: You have allergies and Wanda and nat look after you.

TW: nosebleed, allergies,

A/n I may be projecting just a little bit (or a lot).

Baby animals? Whatever. Flowers? No. Spring? Awful. Why? Because: allergies.

It had taken three days to figure it out. Nat noticed. Wanda noticed. Even Tony noticed. You couldn’t stop rubbing your eyes. Wanda had taken your hands from your eyes more times than you could count. But the itching hadn’t stopped. Around day three you realised. It was spring. Spring meant flowers. Flowers me at pollen. Pollen meant allergies. Stupid stupid allergies. It wasn’t ever more than itchy eyes and an irritated nose. But nothing stopped the itch.

The meeting was going well but you were fighting with yourself to not rub your eyes. A sneeze was building, and your nose itched. It was just a debrief after a mission, but you were trying to pay attention. Eventually you caved and tried to as subtly as possible lift your hand to your eyes. It felt amazing. With a finger you massaged the area near your tear duct rubbing it hastily. You missed the glare Nat shot you. You missed her tap Wanda’s leg and point her pen at you. You suppressed a whine when you felt Wanda’s cool hands take your own away from your eyes. She held them under the table and shot you a disappointed look. Soothingly she ran her thumb over your knuckles as she held your hands in her lap. After a moment she turned back to listening to Steve. You did your best to pay attention. But your eyes still itched and your nose twitches as you suppressed a string of sneezes. Wanda caught on and decided enough was enough.

“Steve?”

“Yes Wanda?”

“Do y/n and I have to stay for this?”

“Um. No?” Steve looked confused.

“Ok then we’re going to go. I’ll get the notes from Nat later.” Wanda said nodding at them and standing up with your hands still in hers she dragged you out of the room. Nat gave a mock salute as she passed, and Wanda rolled her eyes.

Once in the lift Wanda looked into your eyes.

“Y/n/n sweetheart what have I told you about rubbing?” She said chastising lightly.

“Not to.” You moped dejectedly. Finally, you sneezed violently before straightening and rubbing your nose Wanda grabbed your hands again.

“Bless you love.” Wanda said and you sniffled with tears in your eyes as the allergies seemed to almost get worse. “Aw honey I know it sucks.” She said and let go of your hands shooting you a look when you lifted them towards your face. Slowly you lowered them to your sides again where you began fidgeting with the hem of your shirt.

“Go lie down in my room I already have a dehumidifier going and the windows shut for you sweets.”

“Thanks wands.” You said and set off while she went towards the kitchen.

“No rubbing!” She called after you.

Entering her room, you laid on the bed and draped an arm over your itching eyes. A moment later the door opened, and you felt your arm being removed from your face. You whined and Wanda shushed you. A moment later you couldn’t stop the small moan as she placed a cold compress over your eyes. Wanda chuckled.

“I thought we would try the compress because you don’t like eye drops my love.” She said and you muttered a thank you.

“Always my sweet. I’m just sorry that 3/4 seasons hate you.”

“Survival of the fittest should have taken me out years ago.” You joked and Wanda lightly hit your arm.

“Don’t joke I need you.” Wanda said stifling a laugh.

“I need for winter to not make my asthma try and kill me. I got heatstroke this year in summer. And spring makes me want to remove my own eyes with a spoon.” You sigh.

“Aw honey I know. But I’m here and at least autumn doesn’t try to kill you.”

“Yay” you said monotonously “one out of four. Lucky me.” Your sarcasm dripped from every word.

“How does it feel now?” Wanda asked rubbing your arm.

“Better but still itchy.” You sighed.

“Ok love shuffle over and we can cuddle.” Wanda said nudging your side. You wiggled for a moment and felt Wanda slide in next to you. You buried yourself in her side and she ran a hand over your back.

“My sweet girl. It’s ok. I’m here.” She said as you fell asleep.

When you woke up next the cloth had fallen off your eyes which still itched but not as badly. Wanda was laid next to you quietly talking to Natasha who laid with her arm around you. You smiled at your girlfriends and sniffled.

“Aww sweets do you need a tissue love?” Nat asked.

“i don’t think it’ll do much.” You sighed miserably. Nat ignored you and took a tissue from the box on the bedside pressing it to your nose.

“Blow.” she instructed still holding the tissue.

“No natty gross.” You said. “Im not three.”

“Baby shes just trying to help.” Wanda said but she was cut off when you sneezed into the tissue Nat was still holding to your face. Your cheeks flushed at the realisation of what you had just done.

“No baby none of that.” Nat said reading your face. She threw away the tissue and pulled you into her chest for a hug. With your front pressed into hers you felt Wanda wrap around you from behind.

“We love you sweetheart even if spring doesn’t.” Nat said and pressed a kiss to the top of your head. you sighed and buried your face in her chest. After a moment you felt another sneeze building and you tried to pull away from Nat, but she held you tight. Wanda sensing your distress pulled you from Nat’s arms and pressed a tissue to your face as Nat had before as you sneezed again.

“Shit sorry wands.” you said embarrassed.

“No problem baby its better than sneezing on Natty.” She grinned and Natasha shrugged unbothered and wrapped her arms around your waist and pulled you back into her. Wanda threw away the tissue and came to join the hug. The quiet was only broken by the occasional sniffle and light slap as Wanda stopped you rubbing your eyes. After a moment Natasha slipped out from behind you and returned a moment later with the cloth now damp and cold again. Nat guided you back into the pillows and laid the cloth over your eyes. You sighed in relief.

“Thank you natty.” you said.

“Anytime bubs.” she said.

You couldn’t help the aggressiveness with which you rubbed your nose. Wanda scolded you lightly.

“Y/n/n I know its itchy bubs but if you keep rubbing it that hard you’ll get a nosebleed.” She said not looking up. A second later you quickly sat up bringing your hands to your face as the cloth fell off.

“Too late.” You mumbled and hurried to the bathroom as the blood began to drip into your cupped hands and down your fingers.

“Oh Y/n.” Nat said as her and Wanda walked into the bathroom where you stood over the sink letting it drip into the white porcelain.

“Lean forwards love.” Wanda said as she placed the cool cloth on the back of your neck like she was taught. Ideally, she would use an ice pack, but they didn’t have one and hopefully by the time she would have returned from the kitchen it would have already stopped. You sighed as it continued to drip down the drain. Nat rubbed your back with her hand. They knew you got nosebleeds often, but it was more of an annoyance for you than a problem. After a few minutes the bleeding stopped and you washed the blood from your hands and the sink down the drain, the pink water disappearing from sight. You wiped your face with some toilet paper so you didn’t stain a rag with blood. Wanda helped you back into bed and replaced the cloth on your eyes.

“No more rubbing Y/n/n or it will start bleeding all over again my sweet.” Nat said and the two girls curled up beside you as you drifted off.

MASTERLIST

#allergies #spring #marvel #the avengers #wanda maximoff #wandanat #natasha romanov #sicfic #wanda marvel #natasha romaoff #wandanat comfort #wandanat x reader #no angst #fluff #whump #wandanat x r #sick r #r has allergies #nosebleed #blood #sneezing #sickness #illness #spring sucks #avengers #avengers compound #steve rogers #tony stark #nick fury #spring allergies

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i know you've already done a couple period fics. but would you be open to doing a period fic, while reader has a cold or stomach bug?

currently i have both- while also being on my period-

so we love the passing out while standing, fever showers, throwing up AND bloody sheets. great combo-

Periods plus puking

Pairings: Wandanat x R

Word count: 1.9K

Summary: your period and the stomach flu. Could life get any worse?

TW: fever, Flu, non-sexual nudity, period, blood, slight angst, vomit, fainting

A/n I think I covered everything you wanted plus I threw in a few more. :) hope you like it.

When you woke up with a wetness between your legs and the sheets felt damp you almost cried. You had been awake half the night with your head in the toilet. A mix of a stomach bug and your period the cramps were unending. Your girlfriends were out on a mission and were suppose to be home early this morning but they must have slept elsewhere so they didn’t wake you. Jokes on them you had barely slept.

It was two am when you finally shut your eyes and your body seemed to take over and sleep.

It took all the strength you had to pull back the sheet and get up. Feeling the uncomfortable ache or nausea return you knew you had mere seconds before you were sick again. On shaky legs you pulled yourself along by the wall. Falling to your knees as you gagged and retched. More stringy puke came up and the sour smell assaulted your senses. Tears welled in your eyes before slipping down your cheeks. You choked back a sob and ducked your head again to be sick. After you felt the urge pass you didn’t have the energy to flush so you simply starfishes on the cool tiled floor. The room seemed both too hot and too cold somehow. Your blood soaked Pj shorts would have to wait until the rooms stopped spinning to be dealt with.

So here you were, laid on the bathroom floor, life couldn’t seem to get any worse. You closed your eyes and sighed. Hoping they would be back soon.

Wanda had made breakfast, they wanted to surprise you with breakfast in bed when they returned, as a sorry for being pulled away last minute for a mission. Wanda had just kicked open your bedroom door with Nat following close behind when she almost dropped the plates. A huge bloodstain marked the crisp blue sheets and she stifled a gasp. She immediately felt bad she hadn’t been there to help you out on your period. Looking around she saw the light on in the bathroom and set down the food on the bedside table.

“I’ll get started on the sheets.” Nat frowned.

“Don’t worry about it.” Wanda waved her hands and the sheets were fresh and clean again.

“Neat trick.” Nat grinned

“Comes in handy from time to time.” She smiled

“Let’s go find our girl.” Nat shot back

“Y/n/n?” Wanda called, knocking on the closed door. When all she heard was a groan in response she tried the handle, frowning it was open. Carefully she stepped into the bathroom.

A hand came to her mouth at the sight of you soaked from the waist down in blood and laid on the floor. Your cheeks were flushed and she saw puke in the toilet. Carefully she came and sat by your side.

“Oh love. Why didn’t you call us baby.” She cooed, running a hand through your hair.

Nat walked in and frowned. Walking over to the toilet she grimaced and flushed the evidence of your earlier activities.

“Baby you feel a bit warm, can I check your temperature love?” Wanda asked placing the back of her hand to your sweaty forehead.

“I’ll get it” nat said and began rummaging in the cupboard.

“Poor baby, you’ve really been through it huh my love. And without natty and i here to help you. Its ok my sweet we’re here now and we’re not going anywhere.” She continued to brush the sweaty hair from your face.

“Got it.” Nat said, coming over to hand Wanda the thermometer.

“Open up my sweetness.” Wanda said tapping your chin with her thumb.

You opened your mouth and Wanda chuckled, slipping the metal under your tongue. Quickly you sat up as the feeling in your mouth brought on another bout of gagging. Wanda quickly removed the thermometer and nat guided your shaking form over the toilet as you were sick again. Wanda drew slow circles on your back with her hand and whispered sweet nothings in your ear. Nat held your hair back and neither girl shied away when they heard the sick splash into the bowl.

“Aww baby. Its ok. We’re here. Get it all up.” Wanda cooed, when the feeling passed you flopped against Wanda eyes half closed.

Nat slipped into the room, you hadn’t even noticed her leave, too busy being sick.

“I got this from Bruce. This way we wont have to stick anything in her mouth.” Nat explained handing Wanda the fancy thermometer.

Wanda ran the tip over your forehead and it beeped straight away.

She showed the number to Nat who let out a low whistle. Your hands quickly came to your ears as the noise made the headache worse.

“Sorry love.” Nat said pulling your hands from your ears. “You have a high fever my sweet. I was just worried is all.”

“How high?” You croaked throat raw from being sick. It was the first words you had said to them in days and you sounded like you were half frog.

“Oh love, try not to speak.” Wanda cooed, when the couple words had brought on a harsh fit of coughing which descended into gagging and Wanda held you in her arms over the toilet. Nat pulled your hair into a bun and tied it up with the wristband she always had on her.

You gagged fruitlessly, your body having ejected everything already. Tears burned your eyes and you finally stopped.

“Nothing left.” You coughed pitifully.

“Shh.” Wanda pressed a cold finger to your lips.

“Your fever is 102.9 my love, and you know what that means.” Nat sighed running a hand through her own fiery red locks.

“No shower.” You whined like a toddler.

“Aww bubs it’ll be over soon, plus we need to clean you up down there.” Wanda cooed motioning to your lower half. You had honestly forgotten about your period. Which made itself known once more with another harsh cramp. You whined and curled into a ball in Wanda’s arms which wrapped around you protectively. Her fingers glowing a soft red over your back as she used her magic to force your muscles to relax. You make a choked noise somewhere between a sob and a sigh at the feeling and you relaxed in her arms.

“Do you think your done, can we get you in the shower my sweet.” Nat cooed, crouching down beside Wanda. You nodded weakly and tried to stand. Too fast as your vision swam and dipped and everything went black.

“Y/N!” Nat cried as she grabbed your unconscious form before you could hit your head on the bathtub behind you. She carefully laid you in the recovery position like Bruce had shown her in case you threw up again. Wanda stroked the hair from your flushed cheeks and softly tapped your cheek.

“Y/n/n, sweetness, my love. Come back to us baby girl.” Wanda said softly.

Your eyes fluttered open and Wanda heaved a sigh of relief.

“Aww bubs, stood up too fast. Come let us help you.” Wanda turned on the bath and nat took her position beside you.

“Slowly now.” Nat said as you tried to sit up as you felt a hand on your lower back guide you into a sitting position.

“You body only reacted like that because its been under too much stress lately but it you pass out again I’m taking you to see Bruce. No ifs or buts.” She said firmly but sweetly. Nat put her armed a under you, scooping you up and putting you on the counter. Wanda carefully with the help of her magic to hold you up, took off your shirt, putting your shorts and undies in the sink to be washed later and scooped you up and stepped into the tub. Passing you to Nat she sat down in the cool water. Nat passed you to her. You shivered when your body came into contact with the water, squirming and whining until Wanda’s arms wrapped around you.

“Im gonna go deal with this.” Nat said holding up your bloodied clothes.

“Ok love I’ve got her for now.” Wanda agreed. Your eyes were glazed over as you slipped them shut. Dozing in Wanda’s lap as she used her magic to clean you off and keep your blood from staining the bath water red.

When your temp was lower and she heard soft snores coming from you she relaxed. Slightly. There was still a long way for you to go to get better but it was looking up slightly. She held you still in her arms when your eyes shot open and you sat up quickly. Panicking Wanda summoned a sick bag and thrust it under your chin as you brought up stringy bile. She rubbed your back and whispered in your ear.

“Its ok. Its ok my sweet. Your ok. Im here” she said over and over again until you had stopped.

You simply deflated, exhausted in her arms. Wanda threw away the sickbag and carefully stood with you in her arms shushing you as you whined. Using her magic she dressed you after drying you off and avoiding getting blood on the towel. She made sure there was a pad in your undies for you as she slipped them onto your hips. All your weight was lent against her as you stood with the help of her magic. After you were both dressed Wanda scooped you up again and carried you into the bedroom. Depositing you carefully on the bed she pulled up the sheets and slipped in beside you. Running a hand through your hair she took your temperature again the lower number giving her hope. She summoned a sickbag and put it on the bedside incase you were sick again and she wasn’t awake.

You were snoring softly as the door cracked open and nat came back.

“How’s she doing?” Nat asked concerned.

“Better but not good, she was sick again in the bath.”

“With you in it?” Nat asked wrinkling her nose slightly.

“No i summoned sickbag before she threw up on us both and in the water.” Wanda said. “Her temp has lowered slightly which is a good sign and I’ve put a sickbag by the bed if she needs it. But right now she needs sleep, i asked Jarvis and apparently she barely got three hours last night. Poor thing was up all night with her head in the toilet.” Wanda sighed looking down at you while you slept, and running her hands through your hair.

“Well we’re here now and thats what counts the most i guess.” Nat sighed and slipped in on your other side sandwiching you between both girls.

And thats how you slept for the next few days, under the watchful eyes of your girlfriends and there were careful to always have one of them with you to hold your hand as you were sick and change the sheets when you bled on them. You couldn’t have asked for better girlfriends and frankly the rings in your bedside draw was on your mind the whole time only solidifying your plans with their love.

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