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the handmaiden - [natasha x reader]

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Summary: Wanda could say she had told you so

Previously, on this path: Chapter I.I.I

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ CHAPTER I.I.I.0

Five seconds.

Your trembling legs barely manage to guide you to the chair, you pray for everything holy that your aim is anything but perfect and the gun has at least one bullet.

Four seconds.

Another shot.

You fight another whimper at the same time that bile rises burning through your throat. You grab the gun- you don’t think you have ever touched anything as heavy as this, and it doesn’t really weigh much on your hands.

Three seconds.

Two shots at the same time, you wish your ears could muffle the screams as the tears are blurring your vision.

You can’t afford to think anymore, all you do is turn around and aim for the chandelier- you pull the trigger three times before you had even decided you would do it in the first place. The unexpected pull from each fired bullet almost throws you on the ground.

You don’t look down as the heightened fears of the screams and the glass shattering make a horror-full symphony, you simply can’t shake Anastasia’s screams from your mind. It’s for her your legs are running, although rather poorly, it’s for her your lungs are burning, she is the fuel for the adrenaline that is shooting through your body.

Once you reach the ballroom grounds- never once daring to stop- her red hair is the one thing your eyes are looking for, amidst the smoke. You know you have to be quick, the fire has spread through the long curtains, but there are too many people in the castle with eyes solely on the royal family- and, by default, you.

As the first intake of smoke burns through your nose and throat, you almost step back, but your legs- those two living beings of their own- can’t grant you this pause. The tears, already soaking your neck, are now reborn as waves of ashes wash your face, you don’t know whether you should try to hold your breath or breathe normally as none of them are proving to be any efficient for your survival as of now.

It’s when your coughs are starting to hurt your chest, creating havoc amongst your lungs, that you hear her grunting, not much farther from you. With the last remaining strength of your body, you reach your arm to your left, in her direction- the one in which you’re not still holding a loaded gun- and grab the first thing that you can touch.

Your fingers know it’s her from the second they touch her skin, having memorized every inch of her after long years and even longer, careful caresses.

She tries to break free, but, whether from weakness or recognition, it doesn’t last much before her arm goes slack against your grip.

“Please, Natty” You wheeze pulling her with you, half to yourself, half in hopes she would hear you “I can’t carry you”

Anastasia doesn’t show much signs of having heard you at all, which sends a small wave of panic into your stomach. The imminence of death suddenly becoming more real as the passing second is enough to not only trigger another whimper out of your throat, but to grant you one more shot of adrenaline.

There’s not much to think about as the smoke is starting to clear out- the fire having being extinguished quickly by some of the responsibles for the massacre- so you yank her groggy body against yours and hold her waist as tight as your muscles allow you to.

Anastasia is somewhere in between consciousness and the lack of it, you realize, as her green eyes- the ones who have bewitched you- are open, but not, in fact, registering much of anything. But at least she is able to keep her legs moving, and that is all you need right now.

Being Anastasia’s handmaiden for much of your life has granted you the knowledge of almost every single secret passage of the castle- and, not for the first time, you happen to be very thankful for it.

You blindly feel the wall against you for one of the six that are in the ballroom, and, within seconds, you are able to twist a small handle and send both of you tumbling against the recently opened passage.

As you frantically close the door, the unmistakable voice of Niko, the royal butcher and, once, a close friend of yours, is heard from a few feet away from you “Quick, the north passage!”

You don’t have much time to access Natty’s state, so you pull both of you up again, with much more effort than you usually would, and shake her as strongly as you can “I really need you to run, Anastasia, can you do this for me?”

The cough that leaves her mouth doesn’t do much for your anxiety, but in seconds, her hold on you seems firmer.

“For you, dove” Her whisper of a voice sends a wave of relief crashing through your body.

You don’t waste another second before pulling her with you, once more, and running as you have never dared to do before- you pray her shaky state is able to follow your path, because, as you turn the first left, you hear the secret door being pulled open.

The end of the passage is close since the ballroom is not far from the back garden, so you enlace this spark of hope on your every step as your calves barely touch the ground you are running on- between your incessant wheezing and Anastasia’s sloppy steps you’re making too much noise, you know that, but when you reach the trees- that are so so close- you know you’ll be able to lose them.

As you turn your last left, barely escaping an unused trap, the silhouette of the exit door can be already deciphered by your eyes, having been used to the dark by now. You use your upper body to open it, but when you fall, you frown when the ground never reaches you.

A strong pair of hands holds your right arm and you can hear Anastasia screaming for you at the same time you do for her, when the icy feeling of something piercing your arms takes over your body. For some reason, you can’t see much, but you frown as you register the symbol of an eagle from the uniform the men are wearing.

Wanda is thrown out of your memories as your mind closes itself to her ogling and her breath hitches; it’s a soulmate tie preventing her from seeking deeper memories.

She can’t begin to unravel her own thoughts as the weight of reality starts to dawn on her- she shouldn’t have dug so much, are you even ready to deal with all of that ?

It’s no wonder that Natasha- or should she say Anastasia, now?- doesn’t know how to act around you, how can a soul yearn for another for a hundred years only to, in less than one, have to accept their soulmate is alive and has no recollection of anything that they’ve shared? No recollection of who any of them were?

Wanda tries not to walk on this line, but her heart grieves for Nat, the love story you might never truly remember and you.

Your pained groan shakes her off of her thoughts for but a brief moment- her eagle eyes follow your tiniest changes of microexpressions, now knowing what to expect or even what she wishes to expect.

But of one thing she is certain, out of everything, she was neither expecting nor wishing for you to utter the following words:

“Who are you?” You ask her before she can even get anything out of her mouth.

Her blue eyes are as wide as yours when you sit up, with the agitation of a scared animal, and demands “Where’s Anastasia?”

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CHOOSE YOUR PATH!

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the handmaiden - [natasha x reader]

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Summary: Natasha's room is definitely not what you were expecting Previously, on your path: Chapter I.I.II.II

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ CHAPTER I.I.II.II.0

As she steps back inside her room, looking back at you expectantly, you don’t need to be told twice, immediately following track- you can’t believe she is really allowing you into her room, you don’t even know how to act.

While she closes the door, you take a moment to take a peak at the room around you- it resembles your room, as you should have expected, given that she is probably not one for frivolous modifications and you don’t actually have anything to decorate yours.

She does have a lot of plants- there are three vases by the window, one of a snake plant, another of papyrus, and a beautiful white jasmine vine, at the foot of her bed stands a big areca palm, practically stealing all the attention to itself. In the corner of the room that doesn’t have much direct sunlight, you can see a beautiful monstera plant, paired with a cast iron plant.

“You have such a beautiful room, Nat” You compliment her, you can already feel yourself relaxing at the peace that her bedroom exhales “I wouldn’t have pegged you as a plant mom, if only, maybe, of a cactus”

“Thank you” She answers with a small chuckle- there is still an edge on her voice “Do not ever call me a plant mom again- and I do have a cactus”

She points at the side of her bed, where, on the bedside table rests a small ball cactus, alongside a small metal panel, filled with photographs- you squint your eyes as varieties of the same blonde hair appear on the photos.

“Oh, is that Yelena?” You nod your head to the panel, smiling as she nods nervously- you had heard about her a lot, it feels nice to finally put her face into such an important name “She is so beautiful”

“She is” Natasha answers, almost proudly.

Before you can move on from the pictures, your eyes catch a small piece of paper- on the top corner of the panel, almost hidden by a picture of the Avengers. You can barely breathe as you stare back at a drawing of yourself.

You point at the yellowed paper, forcing the words out of your mouth as if they are made of sand “Is this-”

Natasha silently leaves your side, approaches the small table and carefully, with touches that are barely there, unclips the frail paper from under the other.

Before you can comprehend, she is already back at you, almost not offering the drawing for you to touch- you don’t think you could touch it anyway. It is very clearly your bust- maybe six or seven years younger- an age in which you hadn’t seen yourself yet, you wear your hair in a beautiful bun, and your smile almost shines within the paper.

There is a russian inscription at the bottom of the paper and you’re left even more confused than before- can you speak russian?

“Are you okay?” Natasha’s voice pulls you back into her room- not as peaceful as you had found it, just a moment ago.

You’re not sure, so you don’t answer, instead, you ask her another question “When was this?”

“1918, come sit down” She barely allows you to digest the information, before she guides you to her bed. You frown at her, feeling lost again, and a small chuckle leaves your mouth.

“Nat, I’m twenty… something” Your answer is not the most credible one, given that you don’t know how old you truly are- perks of being raised as HYDRA’s lab rat- all you do know is what Bruce told you after your first battery of exams ‘the aging process of your DNA suggests that you have in between twenty-one and twenty-five years’ and, since then, you stuck with the one solid piece of information you have about yourself.

Natasha seems to be intricately choosing her next words, so you try to prepare yourself for whatever comes next “In the same way that Steve is thirty-something” She tiptoes around her own ideas before adding “In the same way I’m thirty-something- they probably dosed you a little higher than they did to me, I’m only a year older than you”

“Oh” You’re so glad Nat sat you down before, because your body goes immediately numb- you can hear her slowly speaking to you, and the melody of her voice doesn’t fail to calm you down, but you can’t bring yourself to pay attention to anything else.

The one thing you had clung to for so long was not even close to the truth, you don’t even know anymore if you want to find it anymore, you want to be twenty-something- why didn’t you listen to her various attempts to protect you from this?

Protect you- your cheeks are warmed up once again, your whole face gains back color at the simple reminder of her caring about you- about you being missed by her. Maybe, you ponder, finding out that you’ve had this much love surrounding you, even if only by her, even if you still don’t know much for certain, is worth sharing a little bit of the pain she has carried by herself for so long.

“Should I stop?” Is the first thing you hear after zoning back to her room, once more.

“Yes” You answer without thinking, but hurriedly fix it “No” And, after receiving a worried look, you take a breathe, nodding at her with more certainty “Just- follow my lead”

Natasha smiles easily at you, nodding in agreement, waiting patiently for your pacing- it’s not like she hasn’t kept it for a century- she tries not to follow your movements too obviously, but she supposes you can’t blame her for being a little worried.

“We’re super soldiers, then?” You try to understand from how she explained it to you.

“Not quite” She grimaces a little, knowing you just needed one objective answer “We were the first people to be tested for the Super Sorum, so they a lot changed from ours to Steve’, we don’t have super strength nor super healing, but we have great reflexes and age at a slower pace”

“Yeah” You nod, starting to piece the pieces of information together- your puzzle is starting to feel more complete at each word that leaves her mouth, finally.

There was, however, one nagging question that has been bothering you ever since you saw the drawing- what do you have to do with Russia?

Undeniably, you can infer that you have met there, under circumstances you still don’t know- so are you russian, then? Did you have a family back then, in 1918? And where does Natasha Romanoff fit into all of this?

Oh.

You suddenly feel as if a lamp has lightened up inside of your brain- Natasha probably has everything to do with Russia, in 1918- you are either right or have gone insane, at this point, for even considering such a thing. But all is fair after you found out you’re at least a hundred years old less than an hour ago.

“So, bear with me” You try to explain yourself before asking her “Do you happen to have anything to do with Anatasia Romanov?”

Natasha smiles like the sun of midday, it almost blinds you and warms you at the same time “Up until they turned me into Natalia” You can’t believe you’re actually right.

The one thing that rolls out of your mouth is “I am so sorry” Because what else could you possibly say to a girl whose family was murdered in front of her, who, then, was captured by the Red Room for God knows how long?

Surprisingly, her smile gets even wider “Of all people, you’re the only one who shouldn’t have to say this” And you don’t get the chance to even get surprised by this, before she’s explaining why “You’re the only reason that I’m alive”

“Why? Wait- Hold on, what was I, anyway?” You double-question her and she has to refrain herself from relishing how little you have really changed. You take the twinkle in her eyes as a green light to poke her a little “Besides your fling, that is- how was it that you said before? Your ‘everything’ ”

It’s her turn to blush, and she does beautifully so “Funny” With a cute little grin still adorning her lips, Natasha answers you “You were my handmaiden” And, in the same breath, adds in a more serious tone “My lover”

“Handmaiden” You test the thought on your mind.

You were a handmaiden, you lived in Russia, you were a teenager in 1918, and you were Natasha’s- then, Anastasia- lover. Your eyes are filled with gratitude at the same time they are with tears, both of them too abundant to not spill down your cheeks.

“I can’t thank you enough for telling me all of this, Natasha” You whisper in wobbly words “I imagine it can’t be easy for you, not one part of this”

“Don’t thank me, darling, I am so unbelievably sorry for withholding the truth from you for so long” The woman tries to blink her two traitorous tears away, her voice sounds so raw that they don’t even sound like Natasha at all- and, no matter how much she is right for telling you she is sorry, all you want to do is hug her until she calms down.

“You have been the light of my life for so long, even after all these years, the mere knowledge that I have been loved by you has always been my safe harbor” Her tiny, shaky voice spills every word as if she is a faucet just ready to burst “I just didn’t want to get to know the new you and risk forgetting about the one that I have always held so dearly in my heart”

There are a thousand things you want to tell her, all running through your brain, begging to be chosen- but none being actually able to leave your mouth, and you don’t think she would register them now, anyway.

So you choose to follow your instincts and slowly approach her “I will hug you now, may I?” And, after all she does is nod profusely, you circle your arms around her- relaxing beneath her body, whose quiet sobs cause her to tremble slightly under you. You can’t hold your own tears at the peace that immediately takes over you at holding her in your arms.

“I have truly resented you” You whisper, hoping she would listen to you “But I hadn’t had the slightes idea of what you were going through- and yes, you could have treated me better, but sometimes you have to deal with your feelings in the only ways you can. I don’t hold you with a single negative feeling, take a deep breath now”

With two deep intakes, she recomposes herself quickly, only enough to tell you- still buried under your chest “How come you haven’t changed at all?”

You don’t know whose body is shaking, or if it’s them both, but you find enough strength to answer her, smiling at the premise of the thought “That we will only find out when we start unboxing everything”

Natasha, then, untangles herself from you- she is calmer now, her smile under her red nose and puffy eyes look like the very first sun rays in the morning, shily stepping in front of the clouds. She toys with your fingers, in what seems to be a nervous habit.

“Do I see you tomorrow, then?”

You smile back at her and grin at her antics, feeling impossibly brighter and tired- you might as well have been reborn.

“Is the sky blue, Nat?”

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New paths coming soon!

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the handmaiden - [natasha x reader]

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Summary: Sometimes, change is more for better than for worse Previously, on your path: Chapter I.II.I

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ CHAPTER I.II.I.I

[The next morning]

“You’re late”

She mumbles tiredly, watching you prepare the hot chocolate.

You grin as you watch Natty smiling at you, remembering how, not much more than a day ago, she had uttered the very same words, but in oh-so-many different ways. You would say it feels like you have lived through years in twenty-four hours, but you kind of did, so you hum- as tired as you felt yesterday, but now livelier, giddy, in ways you didn’t even know that could exist.

Natasha has this effect on you, you’ve figured out.

“Twenty-two minutes” She tries to remain stern, but her smile drips into every syllable.

“I happened to have overslept, Natty” You answer her, grabbing a second mug from the cabinet, and preparing two hot chocolates at the same time “You know, the past really doesn’t like to stay hidden- but when it finally comes up, it trauma-dumps into you real hard”

“Did you have any more nightmares, darling?” Nat’s entire demeanor changes as you speak, her playfulness now instantly replaced by worry- and, not for the first time, you wonder if she was always good at masking her emotions or if you were actually too blind in fear of her to notice the signs that might have always been right here.

But, again, you could’ve never imagined any of it, so you cut yourself some slack.

“Not really, more like nonstop memories” You finish both of the hot cocoas with a small swirl of Tony’s beloved whipped cream- trusting Nat wouldn’t rat on you now-, and hand her a mug. “I think they will come back to me as time goes on- I saw you a lot, you know? I remembered Madame Katerina, too, from the kitchen! And, oh, Nat, the castle!”

She accepts the mug with yet another one of those gazes, the one in which she still doesn’t believe to be living this reality- you don’t tell her you can see her quietly pinching her arm from second to second. Your heart swoons for this woman, and, with each passing second, you realize it to be one of your old habits emerging.

“This is a dream coming true, dove, I’m beyond happy for you” Anatasia’s voice is as light and loopy as she feels “And how did you like the castle? What else did you see?”

You smile at her giddy antics and, before realizing it, caress her cheek- carefully, holding her angelic face softly with the palm of your hand, she is the prettiest source of light you have ever come across. She stops sipping her beverage and tenses over your hold- carefully searching for your gaze.

“Did you see yourself doing that to me, too?” Her voice is not tense, it still holds its dreamy hold, but carries a small drop of urgency behind it.

You let your hand still against her, as she hasn’t pulled away from you, and answer honestly “Not really, I just… felt like it, I guess”

Natasha trembles lightly- you feel it more than you can see it, she holds your gaze with the simple spark of her watery smile “You used to hold me all the time, just like this” Her hand cups yours, applying more pressure on her cheek- she closes her eyes, allowing herself to finally relax against you.

The tears that adorn her face are cold and made of crystal, you have no wonder that, dare you taste it, it would taste like sugar- it’s not the kind of tear that comes from a bad place. You can’t help but notice how mesmerizing Natasha looks and wonder if, maybe, the Super Serum has something to do with how ethereal she always manages to look.

It’s her voice, as always, that brings you back to reality “You better not get tired of seeing me cry”

You could have burst out laughing at the mere idea of getting tired of anything related to her, how could she not see it? You have waited your whole life to see her.

A third voice makes both of you jump at the sudden burst of your moment “Morning”

Tony Stark trots into the kitchen wearing his head as high as his ego, and eyeing, with mild curiosity, Natasha’s head resting on your hand. You try not to overthink how her posture has gone rigid against you under his gaze- neither of you were expecting to display the change of your dynamic in such little time, you don’t even know exactly what to do with it, yet.

"What am I seeing here, now?"

And poor Tony was just a passerby suddenly caught in a hurricane.

Since Natasha, uncharacteristically, has remained silent, you decide to step in before he starts getting nosy- as he does- and things start to actually get personal in ways you’re both not ready to share.

You pretend to brush dust out of Natty’s face and quickly focus back to the hot cocoas you were doing before getting distracted by the woman “I’m sorry, Tony, I know I shouldn’t have used your whipped cream”

You wear your best puppy face as you hope he redirects his attention elsewhere- as predicted, he does, and his face all but falls as he registers what you have just told him.

“What are you- my whipped cream?” He eyes you in disbelief, shaking the sleep out of his morning body “[Y/N], the one thing I told you not to use-” Tony cuts himself mid-sentence, grabbing possessively the can “We will discuss your attitudes later”

Natasha, now more relaxed as he falls back into his usual antics, allows herself to slightly approach her body to yours again, but dares not to touch it. She fishes her book- until then, long forgotten on her lap, and resumes her reading from yesterday- as she usually did, every morning, until finished your beverages.

You take the sight of her in with a twinkle in your eyes, trying your best not to openly make heart eyes at the woman you publicly antagonized- until yesterday. You risk a look to Tony, who remains way too quiet for being the one who caught you red-handed- almost literally- and, much to the surprise of both you and Nat, who is very much so focused on his own breakfast, and on the can of whipped cream he is holding for dear life.

Deciding to use his unusual behavior for your benefit, you, once again, albeit timidly, reach for Natasha’s cheeks- it’s a soft caress, nothing much longer than five seconds, you won’t risk that much- all you want to do is just touch her and see her blindingly beautiful smile as she feels your caring nuzzles.

You have come to the realization that it’s not easy to be around the woman without the feeling of her intoxicating you at every given moment.

“Good morning, good morning!” Wanda is the next to arrive at the kitchen, beaming a sleepy smile- first at you, then one that grows bigger at the sight of the closeness between you and Natasha.

“Good morning, Wands” You excitedly greet her, having almost forgotten to gush to her about everything that has happened, since you haven’t had much time to digest the events yourself.

“Morning, Wanda!” Natasha answers, and the three of you- Wanda, Stark and yourself- make a double take as her voice, usually grounded and under a few armors, today sounds lighter and brighter than any firefly.

With a subtle eyebrow arch, your best friend fights a small smile on her lips and starts to make her own breakfast, but not without making sure to let you know she has noticed the very clear shift in the spirits of the pair of you today.

Oh, you have a lot to tell me, [Y/N/N]

You don’t jump in surprise by the gentle intrusion of Wanda’s voice in your mind anymore, but it never fails to take you slightly off of your feet. You smile impossibly bright against your mug, if there is someone who will hear of you and Nat, it will definitely be her.

You have absolutely no idea, Wands

“Good morning, team” Steve’s energetic voice arrives not much later than Wanda did.

You can’t help but feel a little closer to him, now, as you’ve learned you’re also - somewhat- of a Super Soldier. It’s something quite irrational, maybe even out of a childish wish, but it feels like you finally know things- real, concrete things- about yourself, you can finally create a true bond with the team.

But, despite your excitement, it’s not you who says a very happy “Morning, Steve!”

Natasha- beautiful, smiling, glowing, Natasha- looks up from her book once more and welcomes him with a warm smile, two very rare occasions to happen, especially when around you. He doesn’t let it show how much he’s surprised, but a small wink to the redhead is thrown before he follows suit, after Tony and Wanda, to make his breakfast.

Since Natasha can’t help anymore but finally give in to her incessant needs- to touch you and hold you on her own- and, also, because five people in the kitchen create just too much of a cacophony, she closes her book and raises her voice slightly louder, so she can- in an almost nonchalantly way- be heard by all.

“Wanna head to the balcony?” Her neutral tone would have been perfect had it not been badly betrayed by her hopeful, glistening, green eyes- always been seen by you as very cat-like, Natasha, now looks like a very happy puppy.

You nod as you put both of your empty mugs in the sink- dodging Wanda and Steve while doing so “Sure, wanna help me finish some reports later?”

“You’re lucky you’re you” Her grumble is not as annoyed as it used to be, and she almost rushes to stand up. Per the means of her newfound- adorable- actions, you’re sure the team is bound to at least deduce something in no less than a week.

“Oh, if I do know” You smile at her, trying to pry away the blushing of your cheeks before you look like you’ve gotten sunburned- as much as you now understand Natasha a little better, you are very much so not used to being the object of her affections- in fact, you're not very much used to being the object of her anything.

As the two of you head to the balcony, almost tripping on each other’s loving gazes, Wanda turns around to the boys, smiling widely as the Cheshire cat.

“Finally” Steve smiles, finishing his scrambled eggs- he can’t help it, he has always been a tad too romantic-leaning- even a little bit too hopeful, as he has been told, but what can one do when it comes to happy endings- or beginnings- of their loved ones?

Tony hums, scooping an ice cream ball next to his waffle “Took them long enough”

The two men start to open their wallets, given that Wanda has won the bet made by Clint- you and Natasha have taken your heads out of your asses three days before the limit day she had chosen. If she might have had something to do with that, by luring you into talking to her and thus start chasing Natasha- that doesn’t need to be disclosed with them. At the end of the day, you and Nat are finally truly and completely happy- and that’s all she could have wanted for two of the people she loves the most in the entire world.

She shakes her hand dismissively at the money, holding her own tea mug “Keep it, let’s just enjoy our first peaceful breakfast in months”

Tony huffs, backing her up “Amen to that”

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END OF PATH

that's a wrap on this path, lovelies! i hope you've enjoyed this little ride and how it was finished, i love how they thought no one would notice lol thank you so, so much for sticking with me until here! i hope to see you exploring some other paths <3

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the handmaiden - [natasha x reader]

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Summary: Having your memory read has backtracked on you, but at least you're seeing her once again

Previously, on this path: Chapter I.I.I.0

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ CHAPTER I.I.I.0.II

When the first sight you have is not of Anastasia, and the room you’re currently in looks unrecognizable from everything you have ever seen before, there is absolutely no doubt left in you that you have failed to run away and have been kidnapped.

Instead of your beloved princess, the red-headed woman- who also sits mere inches away from your head, mind you- doesn’t answer you and looks at you with nothing but fear in her eyes. She doesn’t look dangerous at all, there is nothing in her stance that can help you understand what her role is here. This sets a thousand danger bells screeching in your mind- something is not right.

You need to find Anastasia and get the hell out of here- even if it means fighting this woman with your scarce fight skills- you had been somewhat trained to be able to achieve the title of a Romanov’s handmaiden, but never to free yourself out of a possible kidnapping.

Nevertheless, your first instinct is to back your body against the front of hers and, with the stumble of her unexpected momentum, wrap your hands around her right arm, easily tackling her body away from the bed you were both set in- aiming for the floor. You frown in slight surprise and relief- you had no idea you were this strong, although she has a very petite figure.

“[Y/N]!” She gasps unexpectedly- her voice sounds raspier than you had expected and you are not shocked to learn she knows your name.

You, however, could not have ever been prepared for what happened next- against every single law of physics (because, yes, Anastasia has taught you about them), she does not hit the ground. Instead, the red-head manages to tumble mid-air , amidst some sort of scarlet mist, that neither touches her nor the ground, but manages to keep her from finding it.

“What the fuck-” You trail off as your legs independently move as far away from her as possible- trying to make you one with the gray wall your back was pushed against.

Could it be possible that you have died and this is the devil? Have your kiss with Anastasia dragged you forever away from her, in a place with this woman, who, apparently, bears the powers of evilness? Is this the holy punishment for betraying the trust of the Holy Majesties by kissing their daughter’s cherry-red lips?

Surprisingly, she doesn’t look revengeful nor angry, instead, maybe, even a little relieved at your behavior- which makes you even more uneasier than before- are you being tested? Is she accessing you?

With the boldness and bravery that you don’t actually have, you demand, once more, an answer “Who are you, where am I, and where is Anastasia?”

Her eyes- tempestuous, troubled, remorseful-, betray her calm exterior and shy smile, you still pretend to try to understand what part of her is truthful to her intentions, though you already know very well.

“I won’t hurt you, [Y/N]” Her voice is steady- strangely it shadows you as a source of comfort, you fight away from it “My name is Wanda, you are safe, and so is she”

You don’t believe in her for one second, her eyes have betrayed her words, in every way, they could. With a small breath intake, you try once more, not allowing her to run from your words once more “Take me to her”

Resigned, but not necessarily surprised, Wanda sighs at you and shows a small smile filled with regret “I can’t do that- at least not right now”

Although you should give her the benefit of the doubt, since there are all types of signs coming off from her- from the best to the worst-, you don’t waste another second before throwing a heavy fist in her direction. She knows where Anastasia is and, for some reason, is withholding the information- who knows what could have happened to her?

Wanda, you find out, has impressively fast reflexes, as she effortlessly dodges your punch and immediately gets up from the bed, putting some space between the two of you. She holds her hands slightly up, gesturing a truce “[Y/N], stop! I don’t want to hurt you”

You don’t try to hit her anymore, but none of you can step out of your defensive positions, you scowl at her- she won’t hurt you, but she won’t help you either “Stop being condescending”

When she rolls her eyes- because you can be such a pain in the ass whenever you don’t get what you want-, you lunge at her once more, you’re not the fittest person to be so sure of winning a fight to the point of trying to provoke it, but for the love of your life- to know she is safe and sound-, there are very few things you wouldn’t do.

Plus, Wanda doesn’t look like the strongest opponent ever, you have learned to fight with guards three times bigger than her.

When a blast of something hitting the opposite corner of the room that you’re in, sizzles right past you- grazing lightly on your elbow, powerful enough to burn, but quick enough to last less than a blink of an eye. In both fear and surprise, you stumble over your own feet, ungracefully falling down to the ground in fear- what the fuck was that?

Your fearful eyes graze upon her and she looks as apologetic as ever, but the small glint in her eyes has yet to fade “I told you to fucking stop ” She berates you in a way that almost makes you coil in shame- once more, she doesn’t seem to be truly meaning to hurt, her voice screams at the same way it soothes you “If you’d listen to me-”

Her small speech is cut shortly by a bang on the door- both of you turn your heads to the sound, as two deers would, in fear.

“Wanda?”A male voice booms worriedly through the other side of the door, you take a small step back, unaware of what the presence of other people would mean- could you get in even more trouble?

Wanda is no better than you, frozen on the spot, she tried to hurriedly come up with an idea that could send Steve away, knowing very well that if he was here, it wouldn’t be long until Natasha arrived, as well, and that would be-

His voice asks her one more time, she can almost feel his worried gaze upon her “What’s going on over there?”

As to not arouse any suspicions, Wanda immediately answers him with a half-truth, given that he surely heard your voice from your small outburst not long ago “[Y/N] and I are just training-”

“Wanda, open the door” And, because the smallest mention of your name was enough to conjure Natasha from wherever she is, the woman’s voice demands it.

The witch sees the exact second in which your eyes flutter with recognition and relief at Natasha’s presence so, in an act of desperation, before you can utter a word, she mutes your voice- it’s painless, but the scared look you send her after your mouth can no longer produce a sound sends a thunderbolt of pain through her entire body.

“We’ll be out in a sec!” She concedes, allowing herself to conceal her emotions for a moment before coming clean and everything starts crumbling down, as it’s bound to.

You still don’t understand anything, so when the woman slowly walks to the door- suddenly so small and scared that she is almost invisible-, you frown in even more confusion, is she really going to open it? Are you really going to see Natty? Does that mean you can trust her?

Anastasia steps into the room quickly and urgently, as if she owns it- she has always had the posture of owning whichever room she steps into. Although, you frown slightly- still not gathering enough courage to move from the corner of the room you had thrown yourself into-, she looks so different .

Undeniably beautiful, as she will ever be, but also undeniably older and somehow harsher- her beautiful eyes hold so much they never carried before, her mouth is set into a thin line sharper than the one she would wear in royal duties, there is a small crinkle in between her eyebrows that didn’t exist before. All in all, she looks breathtakingly exhausted and you don’t know whether to worry or fawn over her- maybe you can do both at the same time while trying to figure out for how long you have been in here or why her clothes look like this .

(You will, also, not deny that black looks absurdly beautiful on her)

At the confusion and fear plastered on your face, as well as with the clear mess of Wanda’s room- courtesy of both of you-, Natasha feels her instincts kicking in high, you aren’t your usual self, the two times she has seen you looking this scared were when you first arrived and when she last saw you until then. Something has definitely happened.

“What happened?” She asks in immediate high alert, trying- but failing- to not threaten anyone without knowing what went on.

Steve and a surprisingly stern-looking Tony enter the room right in her tow, taking in the details of a small fight, the way you seem to try to merge yourself into the wall, and the terribly guilty look that Wanda carries. Not sure how to address the situation, they choose the easiest path, and leave it to Natasha to gather the answers.

You almost open your mouth- you want to tell her everything, to urge her to start running with you, to ask her what has happened, if she is okay- or, at least, be able to run until your body collides with her once more. But the fear of being Wanda’s target again makes you keep your mouth shut- you had no voice, anyway.

“Wanda?” Natasha impatiently asks her when none of you provides an answer.

Under the pressure of Natasha’s scrutinizing eyes, Wanda burns and breaks into small tears- her voice, frail as the breeze, arrives in tides to her lips “Nat, I am so sorry, I just wanted to-”

At the moment that an apology left Wanda’s lips, Natasha stepped closer to her- not entirely to threaten her, but to also move her anxiety away from her body- something had happened to you and Wanda was the one to do it.

Natasha focuses her attention on you, who seem to be indecisive over being comfortable or irked over it- she chooses to not get closer to you, then, but how she wishes to at least be able to make sure you are okay.

“What did you do?” Her voice, now, sounds so distressed that Tony sends a prying look to Wanda so she can hurry up and start talking.

“She asked me to take a look at her mind, see if I could find any memory- I know I shouldn’t have, but she is my best friend, it was killing me to see her so distraught” At the moment that Wanda starts spilling her words everywhere- unfiltered and filled with her accent, two very important things happen.

Natasha looks feral and feels even worse- as if she has been struck by lightning and she can feel the shock traveling alongside her body, sending every nerve of her body into a state of indescribable pain. Because she did not have the right to do this to you, but, mostly, because this has absolutely backfired for you and she is not sure she wants to know how.

You intently drink from her every word, trying to gather every information that is thrown at you and solve the puzzle with shapes you are not familiar with.

Steve almost steps out of the room, knowing that this isn’t of interest to either him or Tony, but that it also surely will mess with the atmosphere and dynamic of the entire team, so he backs himself to the doorframe as to intrude them a little bit less. Tony, on the other hand, would happily stay for the drama of the gossip- he even had one or five words to squeak out to the women-, if it wasn’t for Captain America quietly dragging him off the room altogether.

Wanda keeps talking, because, right now, that is the only thing she can do to stop herself from fainting “She- I had no intentions to seek as deep, I wasn’t going to seek anything, at all- but you appeared and things started to happen and her mind was playing it non-stop like a movie, and all I wished to do was to see everything I could, so I could tell her the most and help her gain at least some sense of what she had lived, of how you are connected. But, I think now- she doesn’t have any memories besides, um, of your past together”

Natasha is so consumed by rage that she barely allows herself to listen to Wanda’s motives, all she can do is speak- with the calmness of the last second before the first tsunami wave-, in words as shaky as her own body is “I cannot believe you”

You feel almost sedated, there is no way any of what she says happened- half of her phrases didn’t even make any sense, but there is no way Anastasia would be this engulfed in anger if they weren’t true. Deep breaths are easier to take, now that you can suddenly feel your vocal cords being unclipped- though you don’t dare to make a noise to check if your voice is truly back, you feel a little less anxious.

And Wanda wishes she would have kept her mouth shut, because she isn’t being yelled at, but it’s way worse, because she can feel the disappointment under Natasha’s gaze and in the weight of her words “Wanda, you promised me- all of us - that you would never mess with mind control anymore, look at what you’ve done!”

She knows is a low blow, she knows Wanda didn’t do mind control, and that you sure begged her enough for her to make her mind up, but Natasha couldn’t care less, because, right now, all she can see is another person meddling with your life, another person putting you in danger. All she sees is everything she has ever done to keep you safe and have a chance to live a life unfollowed by grief, slipping between her fingers.

Steve decides to step in, before the woman makes things worse- he is not entirely sure of how you and she were connected, but one doesn’t have to be a genius to figure out that her entire demeanor towards you came from the one feeling she doesn’t know to tame. “Nat, I think-”

“You don’t , Steve” Arrives an immediate answer, followed by her preying eyes hunting his face down “There’s nothing for you to think- none of this is of your concern”

“It is of mine” Worried and, honestly, a little scared of Anastasia’s anger, your voice decides to make itself known before you can think about it.

The entire room stares at you and you wonder if you could just, maybe, coil your body into itself until you disappear. But very familiar green eyes, once poisoned by ire, are, little by little, unburying themselves from the fog, turning into the shining, loving, caring eyes you have always known, dreamt about, and loved.

“Detka ” She whispers, and her voice sounds pure and crystalline once again- you only allow yourself to cry because she already is, and you don’t think there is more room in your body for the emotions she builds into you to spread.

Wanda bites her small smile down when she sees the effect you have clearly always had over her, when Natasha has finally been caught off guard- although she is still quite disappointed with herself, she feels a little bit proud, a little bit happy, with being the responsible of making your souls meet once again.

You decide to bite the bullet, since the room seems to drink from your every movement, much like Wanda, you simply spill the words that want to jump from your tongue. Stepping closer to Natty, you still wear your frown under caring eyes.

“I don’t really understand- the last time I saw you, your hair was down here” You circle her waist with a finger- you don’t touch her, but the ghost of your fingers is enough to lift a thousand pounds from Natasha’s chest “You wore lightness on your pace, life in your eyes and the sweet tones of youth on your voice” Your voice, unsure and confused, is enough to push Natasha deep into the floor once again “But I’m also not dumb”

At that, both Wanda and Natasha frown, not really understanding where you are getting into, but both praying that it brushed along forgiveness- the former praying for you to understand her intentions, and the latter praying for you to forgive the person she has become, who is so different from the one you knew, since you have so quickly seen through her changes.

Unbeknownst to both, these are things you haven’t given much thought to, not bothering to hold them accountable for things they have done out of love and care for you.

“She” You point at Wanda- not the devil, but, apparently, your best friend “Tried to help me out of some suffering- that, I can only assume has caused some sort of amneziya. But none of this is her fault, she is maybe only collateral damage, because you know how I get when I set my mind to something” You tell Anastasia, because you two are not that different when it comes to stubbornness.

She takes a deep breath- her mouth is smiling without her even realizing, too happy being in your presence to care about much else-, however, because she still has a point to make, Natasha relents, now a bit more serious “Yes, but, dove, she is way too powerful” Your eyes are locked into each other, you can feel the seriousness when she tells you “You are lucky she has only erased your recent memory”

You still don’t understand what is it that she does, nor how she has come to do such things, but there are many more things to be focused on, right now. Like the fact that you are, apparently, in the future, that you once knew the people surrounding you and that, at least now, your soul can rest, having reencountered Anastasia once again. And you have Wanda to thank for this.

Now, having calmed down- at least enough for your lungs to breathe on their own-, you steer away from the wall and step closer to the woman, watching how her defenses crumble at the lessening of the distance. You really do love her, you hope you can, one day, understand what has turned her into someone else- until then, all there is left for you to do is to love her enough to heal the unknown, because she is still your Natty, even if to everyone else she is, apparently, Natasha.

When you arrive at her feet, you trembly take her hand, relishing in how the feeling of being home is still the same, even if her calloused hand has nothing to do with the one you were used “There is not a foreseeable future in which I would change your love, your beautiful eyes and breathtaking smile, for anything else- if I was miserable enough to ask Wanda to do something this dangerous it’s because I knew I had to. I would rather forget everything about myself than go back to a time in which I have forgotten about you” You squeeze her hand, emphasizing your every word “Don’t you understand it?”

You don’t hear an answer, instead, you feel her soft lips against yours- no, not really, you feel them dancing with yours-, she still smells like jasmine and tastes like plumes, and the universe seems to fall into place. You feel like your entire life has led you to this exact moment, every single breath taken was meticulously framed by the universe to end up in her arms, that’s just the way it is.

Anastasia smiles over your lips- you feel like you’ve reached heaven-, and says in one breath the words you have never thought you would hear “I love you, [Y/N]”

Your own smile freezes, and you have to take a step back to ground yourself back to Earth- is it really possible that she could feel as much for you as you feel for her? “You- you do ?”

You suddenly feel very dumb, because, with the way that her eyes gaze upon you there is no feeling that could possibly bloom in her chest but pure, undiluted love, admiration, and blissfully infatuation.

“You can’t even begin to understand how much” The words escape through her smile and you can’t help but smile back at her.

“You underestimate me, Romanov” A small smirk appears on your lips “I knew I loved you without even knowing who you were”

Natasha chuckles and nods at you, giving you the last word, this time, because she is too overwhelmed with happiness to think about anything else. It’s only when your smiles slowly die down, solely because your cheeks can’t handle much more, that you remember you were very much so not alone.

You quickly sweep the room with your eyes, finding only Wanda here, now- probably the other two guys have given you some privacy-, whose eyes shine with happiness at the sight of the two of you, and you suddenly remember the very starting point of your kiss. You take a step back, not without pecking the tip of her nose, and smile at Natty once more “Don’t get mad at Wanda”

Natasha, now calmer, more rational, and more careful with her words, sends what could be a shy look to the woman- she knows she has overstepped, but Wanda has, too, although in different intensities.

“I am upset- she broke a very important promise” She tells you, but you know she is indirectly telling Wanda, as well “Even though it came from a good place”

You nod at her, happy to know that there is a lot of your Anastasia in Natasha, and turns to Wanda, who still bears unsure eyes “Her forgiveness is slow, but truthful” You smile at her, trying to ease her unsettledness “You two will be fine”

Before any of the women could say anything more- and Natasha had a few good words to let the witch know that she is not as lenient with people as she is with you, Tony steps into the room once more, bringing on his toes a very annoyed Steve, who had done everything to keep the man out of the room- to no avail.

“I haven’t got a clue about the underlines- by the way, hello once more, [Y/N], I’m Tony Stark, the owner of the building and your best friend” The eccentric man approaches you- you don’t think you have ever seen someone so… like this, but you are instantly drawn to him, you don’t know about being his best friend, but you have the feeling that his intentions are good “But this is absurd, we need to get her memory back”

At that, all sets of eyes focus on him, because this is the million-dollar question that only Wanda, ready to make it right for the three of you, has the voice to ask “And what do you suggest?”

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the handmaiden - [natasha x reader]

Interactive fanfiction

series masterlist

Summary: Natasha is not exactly keen on the fact that Wanda has erased your memories

Previously, on this path: Chapter I.I.I.0

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ CHAPTER I.I.I.0.I

“Dear God” Wanda whispers to herself as she stares at you flabbergasted, praying that you were just being a little shit and pranking her, she will be so so fucked otherwise.

“I asked you two questions” You raise your voice slightly to try to hide the tremble in it. You’re sure this woman is not the one behind the Romanov attack, since she looks on the verge of tears- was she not expecting you to wake up? In fact, why is she so close to you?

As she draws in a shaky breath, you use this time to take a look around the room you’re in, trying to make a way out- you had never seen a room so geometric before- every surface is made of perfectly straight lines, and there is too much gray, white, and glass for you to consider comfortable. There are objects you’re not sure of what to do with- portraits, perhaps? Maybe a dark-tinted mirror, it doesn’t feel like a room someone would willingly live in.

Wanda, on the other hand, is freaking out for very different reasons- your guarded posture and rapid gaze are more than enough proof- besides your forlorn eyes- that she has royally fucked up. She should have never pushed your mind for more- she had promised you she would be careful, even after warning you of the consequences, she should have never agreed.

Even worse than having your entire recent memory erased is what Natasha is going to do to her, once she finds out- and, unfortunately to Wanda, she, herself, is somewhat of an ethical person and knows that it’s the best path to follow, for both your and Natasha’s side.

“[Y/N], get up” Her strong, heavily accented, and fearful voice gains your attention. Huh, you also realize that the both of you, for some reason, are not speaking Russian, but English- a language you have been taught by Anastasia.

God, and where is Anastasia? You start to grow antsy as the woman shows no intentions of answering your questions- if she won’t listen nor answer you, why are you even here?

“I will not do anything until you tell me-” Your voice is strong, focused, and you are on the path of threatening her before she cuts you off- for a small ego matter, you thank her for it, given that you didn’t have anything to threaten her with, in the first place.

“I’m taking you to her , Christ” Her distressed voice makes you stand up and get ready to follow her, afraid she could change her mind- you’re still very much confused as to your surroundings and the circumstances of it- so you just agree when she tells you “Let me handle her first, please keep quiet”

You pretend you don’t flinch when her doors are opened without the use of the doorknob, nor that your eyes don’t immediately burn with the strength of the lightness that the corridors of this place bear- stronger and unnatural in a way that you can’t understand. Is it possible that you might have ended up in a military facility? That is the only answer you can fathom to create when snaking after the woman for the endless hallways- all covered in some sort of metal, cold, straight-lined, symmetrically built as the room you were once in.

A small spot of fear starts to stain your thoughts- is she even really taking you to Natty? Can you trust her? If you don’t, is it even worth it to try to run? is there a way out of this place? Maybe if you had counted how many turns, if they were to the left or right-

You bump against the woman as she abruptly comes to a stop- there is a door, just as the room you had just left did, and you know- because you feel Anastasia’s heartbeat against the door, rather than because you believe in the redhead in front of you- she is behind it. The uneasy feeling that has been hunting your peace, and rushing through your veins finally eases enough for you to take a calmer breath.

“Remember, let me talk to her first, okay?” The woman whispers at you, she now looks as if she’s about to burst into nervousness- you swear you could almost see her eyes changing colors- but her smile is still trying to appear calm- you can’t help but wonder if is she in any danger “Things are not the same since you’ve last seen each other, much has changed”

At this, you take a step back, trying to gather what it could possibly mean- how long has it been since you’ve last seen each other? For how long have you been kept here? Why are you both here? Does she know Anastasia, too? What could have possibly changed?

The one spot of worry grows considerably larger as a looming possibility crowds your mind, dark and heavy as a tempestuous cloud- suddenly much of her behavior makes more sense, could she be, now, close to Natty as you once were? Is this why she has to be the one to talk while you stand in the background?

She finally knocks on the door- the both of you hold your breaths in apprehension and fear, for very different reasons. The answer doesn’t arrive immediately, but you can both tell she is here.

“Yes?” Says the voice you would recognize in every single universe- you release a deep breath, oh, she truly is here, and how you are enamored of it!-, but that holds such an unfamiliar undertone- something has, indeed , changed- she sounds somewhat bitter, guarded, shielded in a way she has never before.

You try not to focus on the fact that she sounds older, too, that’s not a thing you would like to think about, right now.

“Tasha?” The woman asks and you can almost feel a dagger being aimed, pushed, and twisted into your chest- her tone carries so much vulnerability, her nickname carries a history that you do not know of- you once knew and shared everything with Natty.

The door doesn’t take long to be opened after this- in fact, she was almost yanked as Anastasia stands behind it, stepping outside to immediately take a careful hold on the woman’s wrist- that is, until she stops on her track, after catching sight of you.

You try not to blink as all the blood from your body turns into tears under your eyes- she is older, she looks exactly as you had always imagined- a sight to be beckoned, to be reverenced, to be worshipped- you can even see a touch or two of her mother, not that you would ever mention it, as tyrant as that woman could be, you were not blind.

“What is it?” She, almost hastily, asks the woman, but keeps you in her peripheral vision- something she has been doing ever since you can remember- but she usually wouldn’t ignore you, nor pretend to, as she is now “Wanda?”

“Nat, I-” The woman- Wanda, apparently- takes a step back, staying away from Natty’s reach “I am so sorry, I really fucked up”

You both frown at her behavior- Natasha, because she was still as blind to what had happened and as to why you, of all people, are standing in front of her door, behind a hysterical Wanda, and you, because, well , you don’t really have to explain it, do you?

“Wanda?” She eyes the woman carefully, taking a step back herself, trying to calm the woman down, before- finally - turning at you, with some urgency “What- are you okay?” You don’t know what exactly has changed, but there is no way you could ever meet her eyes and not swoon under its gaze, there is just so much you have read in it to not completely melt in the spot.

“I am, Natty- are you? What happened? Can you please- do you know- no, firstly, did we have a fight?” You immediately bite your cheeks at the very same second you close your mouth- you really should have rehearsed something.

Her eyes are staring back at you with a mix of fear, hope, and love- there has always been love here, for you-, you don’t know what to make of it, so you stay put, assuming you probably are bearing a similar mix, you hope someone actually says something concrete, soon.

“What?” She whispers, it sounds wet, defeated and somehow enlightened- she sounds like she has come out of a dream, in a very realistic sense, she doesn’t sound very grounded “[Y/N], have you-”

Wanda opens her mouth before you can utter another sound- and she doesn’t stop “I got into her mind- she pleaded with me to do it, I know I shouldn’t have- I am so sorry, Natasha, I think I went too far and now… she has no memory, again-”

Her voice disappears as the words start to sink in for the older woman, who now bears a look you have never seen before- Anastasia could have never done something like this, to burn someone so easily with a glare icier than snow itself.

You watch quietly as Wanda scurries to finish her next set of confusing words, glaringly afraid of the woman you have always loved you so “Well, no memory but of you, of the, um, before ”

Anastasia blinks once and turns at you, eyeing you as curiously as a cat, she has always been very much cat-like, you ponder with a small smile- fear still floods her eyes and now love has given space to longing. Her beautiful face looks as if you are but a fragment of her dreams, too scared to move a wrong muscle and lose you.

“[Y/N], dear, what’s my name?” Her voice is guarded, under what sounds like a thousand armors, but still sweet as has always been.

You can’t even frown at the question nor register the words Wanda has said, because of the blinding smile that takes over your face- she still holds you close to her heart, her eyes can never lie, not to you “For me it’s always been Natty, Anastasia for the others- and, I guess, Natasha for her”

Natasha has always prided herself on managing to remain impassive under any type of circumstance, no matter how gruesome or unthinkable it could get, she knew how to wear her armor very well. The one thing her heart couldn’t conceal with her mask, however, was when matters came to you- not, in a hundred years of grieving, her heart could get used to not having your smile by her side.

“Oh” When a heavy tear makes its way to Natasha’s chin, and her voice can’t seem to find the right path to her throat, Wanda knows she has messed with a very dangerous thing. You, however, don’t seem to mind as much, having seen Anastasia cry a handful of times- she has the most sensitive soul.

“Please” Anastasia’s voice, weak as your knees have been ever since you have cast your eyes on her, fill the hallway with its strength “Let me hug you, kotenok ”

You don’t have to be told twice- although there is something different about her, although there is definitely a lot you seem to have missed, although she seems like a completely different person to the girl you once knew, there is not an inch in your body that could be able to deny her such thing- she is your home, after all.

You curtly step away from Wanda so you can finally, finally , meet the warmth of Natty’s body again- you weren’t expecting to feel so whole, so beautifully you , after being enveloped by her surprisingly strong arms. Something in your soul finally seems to be complete, grounded on Earth in the way you were meant to be.

Natasha, on the other hand, feels the planets aligning with her heart, she feels the world finally taking a breath, she is one with the universe once again. Having your body in her arms once more has been nothing but a dream for so long, she doesn’t think she is able to understand all of the emotions breaking every surface of the armor she has built for so long.

“Dove, I-” She starts, but can’t really make sense of anything, she just needs to talk to you, feel you, look at you- to finally keep you safe, after so many years of her having done so, for her.

That’s exactly why her eyes find Wanda’s, still a few steps away from the two of you, looking as out of place and regretful as she felt. She doesn’t hate Wanda, she never will, but the witch has broken the one promise she has ever made, with none other than you , of all people- she can’t help it if, right now, all she sees is red, so dark it could almost be black.

“Wanda” Her voice, alien to your years, makes the witch face her once more “I don’t want you near me, us- her ”

Wanda is not surprised by her words, nor by her tone, but, of course, it doesn’t make it any easier- she was expecting it, almost praying for the woman to berate her- because, at least, she wasn’t angry to the point of start ignoring her. Gloom settles into the witch as a well-known friend, she knows it’s her fault, but she can’t believe she has lost two of her best friends in spite of a day.

“Yes” She all but hums under Natasha’s gaze- and, before she makes any motion to leave, she defends herself- futilely, she knows-, one more time “I am so sorry, I was just trying to help”

Natasha knows this, but it’s still not enough- you could have been seriously injured and Wanda, of all people, should have thought about it before trying to do what you asked for- it is hard, but that’s exactly what she has been doing for so long, to keep you safe- Wanda almost put it all to lose “You promised you would never do it again”

“I know” Because, against Natasha’s judgment, Wanda did know, but the fate of not knowing your past was almost as bad as this aftercome, she just had to try to help you.

She is almost turning the corner of the hallway- a little bit in a hurry, eager to just take a shower and let her tears be the guide of her decisions for the rest of the day, oh how she wishes she could call you to her room and just tell you everything, so you would make her laugh and distract her from everything until the world no longer hurt. How she already misses her best friend.

“Wanda?” Natasha’s voice calls her once more.

She turns back at her almost too quickly, almost too eagerly, almost allowing a small smile in answer.

“Find Bruce” Natasha asks, not without coldness under her words “You need to find a way to fix this”

Wanda nods- she doesn’t wear forlorn eyes anymore, now, they are determined, fierce- she will find a way to fix this, she has to- for you, for Natasha, for her forgiveness. She sends you one last smile before her small, decided, steps are lost somewhere in the maze of hallways you came from.

It’s when you’re finally alone, that you find the courage to untangle yourself from Anatasia and whisper, still unsure about the environment you have found yourself in “What is happening, Natty? I am so lost” You confide to her, watching as her attentive eyes drink from every word you say- you can’t lose another second before you whisper one of the phrases you have told her the most “You are so beautiful”

Her blush, one of her most given answers, is accompanied by the most beautiful smile there can ever be “Oh, darling owner of my heart” She whispers back at you, opening the door she has come from, not long ago and tugging your hand softly “Come in, I shall tell you everything”

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the handmaiden - [natasha x reader]

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Summary: It's your turn to make a sacrifice for both of you Previously, on your path: Chapter I.II.I

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ CHAPTER I.II.I.II

“I don’t think so, Nat” You usher- hurting both you and the woman you have chased for so long, but you know that you owe the peace to her, just as much as you do to yourself “Love- or caring, whatever it might have been- doesn’t treat me like you did”

You can’t stand to look at her and watch how her eyes are glazed, opaque, empty- as if you had shot her with the gun she had trusted you with- which, in a sense you did, you asked her to tell you everything, you know she was just trying to protect you by denying, but now it’s the time for you to do the same.

You are not the person she remembers you to be, you are not her [Y/N], her lover, the one who accompanied Anastasia Romanov on her luxurious balls- you are the result of a centennial of torture by HYDRA, you are the new avenger, who has just learned how to live outside of a cell. Differently than with Natasha, there is nothing inside of you that resembles the woman you once were, a lifetime ago.

The decision to push her away after she opened herself to you makes you feel like you’re breathing fire, but you can’t let her live under an illusion and slowly break even more her own heart by realizing it will never be as it was, just as you can’t be chained to your past- you have to push her away to protect her, oh, how the tables have turned.

“If you care about someone, you won’t pester them, you definitely won’t ignore them and you won’t make selfish decisions because they suit you better” Your voice sounds unbelievably strong, as if the foot of a soldier hits the ground whenever you click your tongue.

You still won’t look at her, your eyes are trained on your own hands, but you can feel her unwavering lost stare melting your skin. From the corner of your eye, you can see her wrist silently moving to her face, bringing a couple of tears back down with it, soaking her underarms, as well. You can’t pretend you don’t feel your heart breaking, slowly, painfully, as if it was holding itself together, after all of these years, just for you to throw its efforts away at the last minute.

“I’m so sorry” It’s her whispered, broken voice that finishes the shredding of your heart. You almost beg her to keep her mouth shut. “Please, forgive me, [Y/N], you are completely right, I shouldn’t have acted like that, it was cowardly and- and- just so wrong ”

Of course, you feel her pain burning inside of you, but that’s exactly the sight you’re trying to avoid in the long run.

“I forgive you, Nat, but I don't think there is a love story for us, at least not anymore”

She doesn’t crumble against you like you thought she would, once she realizes you are not going to change your mind- that's not how she does things-, instead, she locks her gaze on your face, drinking from your every detail. You can’t tell what can possibly be going on inside her mind.

That is, until she tells you “I don’t believe you” To which your heart breaks, because, of course it will be followed by her plead “Look at me and tell me you don’t feel anything”

There are things that you know you are bound to fail before you can even begin to try- this is most definitely one of these cases, but you don’t want the luxury of dooming both of you like this, if you give it up.

You stare back into her gaze, it’s not as suave as it once was, not much more than an hour ago, but it’s still not as dull as it used to be, in the past months. She carries the weight of the world behind her tired eyes, but here they are holding onto hope that is only still burning because of you.

Oddly, you feel as if you’re staring at the mirror.

You breathe once before preparing yourself, still unsure of whether you want to just say it and end this for once, or to stop yourself before you do end this for once “I don’t-”

The fact that your mouth can’t physically keep moving is not a surprise, it has always been a tad traitorous, after all. But it’s the light grin on her lips that causes you to hide your face behind your shaky hands, in agony “Natasha, please”

You can hear the smile wiping out of her face, her voice sounds like a warm blanket being wrapped against you- you think your heart has just broken in one more piece with it “What is it, my darling?” She whispers with such care that you wish you could just go back, you wish you could pretend you had never chosen the path you did “What has gotten into this pretty head of yours?”

You wish you could just scream at her, how is it that she doesn’t seem to realize that the one sole thing that haunts your mind in the most beautifully painful way is her? It’s Natasha, and only Natasha- and that’s exactly the problem, you are as in love with her as she is in love with her memory of you, this is bound to be astronomically disastrous.

“You don’t know me anymore, Nat” It’s what you answer instead, trying not to wear yourself out even more “The [Y/N] from your memories is gone, I can never compare to her”

Her voice arrives strong as a bolt, and you almost feel her despair filling the air “You’re absurdly wrong” She takes a quick breath before continuing “You haven’t changed one bit, darling- and even if you did, that's not- [Y/N], my soul will always love yours”

You’re shaking your head before her last word is spoken- you don't doubt her for a second, but you know it’s not that simple, but, oh, how you wish it could be “Nat, chasing the old me isn’t good for either of us”

“But I won’t” She all but begs you- you wish you could tell if she was trying to convince you or herself, as well “You will remember things, eventually- the flash you just had is not a coincidence, but even if it was I would still-”

The fact that she holds on to this hope is enough to let you know that you're doing the right thing.

“Nat” Her holy name hurts your throat, almost begging you not to leave you, as well “Please don’t make this hurt more than it has to”

It’s with her name being so crudely spoken- as if your tongue has delicately pushed her unripe name out before it was ready, a forced eviction on its harsher form simply because it was not harsh at all- that it finally sinks in, for Natasha, that you are not backing down on your decision.

Once more, she doesn’t crumble- but her eyes have never been more clouded, despite the tide of tears dropping out of them. Her lips are failing to remain still and you notice, with yet another slash in your heart, that she shares the same unruly, betrayful, mouth with you.

Instead, she merely asks, in a voice so stoic that you wonder how many parts of her you have killed today “Do you think we’ll have another chance?”

It's with an injection of fear that you wonder if you have doomed the two of you to going back to ignoring each other- how you long to have her in your life, even though you see no happy future as lovers, you don’t think you can completely be in peace without her, now that she has snaked herself into your days.

You wish you had never met her prior to a few months ago, or that she has never remembered you, you wish you could just allow yourself to fall for her now, as maybe a friend- slowly and unperceptively, free to take your own first steps and with the sea of possibilities that only the milestones of two people first falling in love could ever offer. How you wish she could be yours as much as you are hers.

“I don’t know, Nat” You scrunch your face in an attempt to stop the pool of tears from falling from your eyes “The multiverse is endless, did you know that? I pray we have made it in at least one”

“Yeah” Her eyes still won’t meet yours, but she agrees with a half-smile “I don’t think we can run from fate more than once”

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END OF PATH

hello, lovelies! this is a wrap for this path! this one is probably the saddest last chapter of them all, i hope you're not too upset- but as [y/n] said, there are endless endings and this just felt right for her

i hope you have enjoyed this little experiment as much as i loved writing it and explore more of the paths! <3

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the handmaiden - [natasha x reader]

Interactive fanfiction

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Summary: Two steps forward, one step back is still one step forward

Previously, on this path: Chapter I.I.II

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ CHAPTER I.I.II.II

“You don’t get to do this with me” She whispers brokenly, putting a small distance back in between you, but not taking a step back.

You are completely taken aback- you could have sworn she was as eager as you were, her eyes are looking at her feet, but they are still dark enough to be mistaken as brown “What?”

Now she takes a small step back and you realize she is as confused as you with her own emotions “I will get out of your way” When her eyes meet yours again you can’t help but shudder at how lost they look, how a small pool of tears seem to have been formed under them “Just don’t- this isn’t- please, will you go?”

You nod, taking a step back yourself and hating how much she relaxes at your distance “Nat” You whisper, trying not to startle her even more, completely ashamed of your behavior “I am so sorry, I thought you were- I would never” With a pause, you gather your thoughts “Will you just please tell me what did I do wrong? Tell me and we won’t ever cross paths again”

At that she shakes her head, almost too son and lets out a wet chuckle “You are just so-” You wished to hear what she thought of you, since her tone is not harsh, but she changes her path, her voice is soft in a way you have never heard “I just don’t want to force anything, if you don’t remember, it’s because it’s better this way”

Your gut churns in uneasiness, you wish you could just shake her softly and the secrets would fall from her like fruits. But at least she is opening up, even if you still feel you’re ten feet apart “You look at me as if it pains you to be near me”

To your surprise, the longing in her eyes doesn’t disappear from her voice “It does”

She might as well have punched you- so you did know her once, enough for her presence to cause her discomfort- enough for you to know you meant something. “What were we?”

For the first time, maybe ever, you asked Natasha the right thing, if her small smile is anything to go by “Oh, [Y/N]” And you thought you were ready for whatever it was that came out of her mouth- until she answers “Everything"

A spark of hope shines through your chest, you actually mean- or at least meant- something to someone- and not only someone, to Natasha, the woman your eyes could never get enough of.

But something is still amiss- how did you know each other when you know, after a small briefing with Fury when you joined the Avengers, Natasha was raised in the Red Room and had been nothing but a shadow until becoming an Avenger? Unless-

Your stomach weighs on itself in dread- you don’t actually want to know the answer to this, but you just need to be certain of something, anything “Was I on the Red Room?”

Natasha furrows her brows only slightly at the mention of the place “No” She then gazes back at you, and, for the first time, you see it softening “I’m not sure where HYDRA took you, we were separated before I was thrown at the Room”

Did you meet her before the Red Room? How was that even possible- were you kids, back then? But how can a child be so important to another?

The blood is drained from your face at the second that a very small possibility takes place in your mind- you can’t help but feel a little bit sick, praying to God for you to be wrong “We’re not-” You begin, not daring to look at her eyes again “ Sisters , are we? Oh my God, did I just ask my sister to kiss me?”

At least your turmoil made Natasha laugh- you’re almost paralyzed by how it plays beautifully with your heartstrings, you might as well be listening to liquid gold “Jesus, [Y/N]” She coughs once, still smiling at the- apparent- absurdity of your guess “We are definitely not sisters”

You don’t have to be a genius to understand under the lines of that , especially when her cheeks are this red “So we were a thing” You frown once more- how could you have been a thing if you’re, just now, in your twenties? “Wait, but how old were we? I don’t think I’m following”

The eye-roll you receive is undressed of any harshness or malice, and very well accompanied by something akin to tenderness “My mistake is to have forgotten how easily you can make me do anything” You ignore your thundering heart, dying to understand the context and simply smile at her.

Natasha sighs, a small smile still making itself known on the corner of her lips “This is going to get messy, get in”

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CHOOSE YOUR PATHS

You follow her inside [only possible path]

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the handmaiden - [natasha x reader]

Interactive fanfiction

series masterlist

Summary: Once again, a meeting of two souls

Previously, on this path: Chapter I.I.II

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ CHAPTER I.I.II.I

Natasha doesn’t answer, instead, she touches your skin with the weight of a single feather, but with the strength of the hold of a fearful child, as if you are a materialization of a dream that, as a mist, could disappear through her very own fingers if she didn’t hold you close enough.

Your heartbeats follow the goosebumps on your entire body as you step impossibly closer to hers, looking back at her eyes to make sure she wasn’t pranking you.

But when you see the pure devotion bleeding out of the green irises you have always feared so much, you can’t help but trust her entirely- whatever it is that she knows about you it’s not to be taken lightly.

Her breathing can no longer be distinguished from yours as she leaves one less inch to be closed, you can’t help the smile that blooms on your mouth. Once your lips touch Natasha’s, you feel your entire world turning upside down.

Literally.

A tidal surge of memories floods your mind as you feel her smile against yours- unstoppable waves with the taste of loving and being loved, with the sounds of busy kitchens, loud classical music, with the pain of loss and worries that fail to be buried push and pull you away from the shore of what you thought you had known about your life.

You push her away from you, but grab her arms as if your entire existence depended on them- now you understand her grasp on you, mere moments ago.

In fact, you, now, understand everything. A thunder might as well have stricken you with the trainwreck of feelings your mouth manages to express as you whisper, a hundred and sixteen years later, your own very favorite word “Anastasia”

You look at her as if it's the first time all over again, every small detail of hers erupts a tsunami of sensation through your body, through your mind, through your blood. Anastasia, your gorgeous Natty, is standing in front of you and you are truly seeing her, after so long- it’s her beautiful smile that blesses your eyes and her fiery hair that lets you know you’re home, as they always did.

To say that her eyes- oh, how you love having missed her green eyes- gained life is an understatement, they glow as only the moon could ever dare to rival, her crystal tears wash away every ounce of her facade. You don't think there are words to come close to what you feel, merely looking at her, merely being looked at by her, loving her and being so deeply loved in return.

"What did-" Natty tries to talk once, twice and, with a small sob, gives up on the third try.

You can’t do much but nod before you are engulfed by her in a soul-crushing hug, which is the exact one thing that you have always needed, in the whole wide world, since the realms of time, when your souls first met.

“[Y/N], my darling girl, my dove” She whispers against you, but you swear your heart could have heard it from miles away "How I have missed you, detka, how I love you"

And, a hundred and sixteen years later, once again, you find your heart to be happy again- you have finally heard the one thing your soul has always yearned for. You don’t think there is a way to explain how beautiful it feels to be loved by the owner of your heart.

You manage to finally tell her what your throat has never allowed you to, as well, but that has been buried on your heart, begging to be released “I have loved you forever, Natty”

If her sobs are anything to go by, you could infer she has felt the same- after all, being it Natasha or Anastasia, you have never spent one day in your life without loving this woman with every fiber of your being, having you remember her, or not- a soul doesn't forget another.

“God” Natty laughs against your neck, another one of your newfound favorite feelings, before distancing herself to stare at your eyes “Wanda’s going to be insufferable when she finds out her advice actually worked"

“For you, princess, I’d handle a thousand ‘I told you so’s’ from a thousand Wandas” You chuckle as you cup her cheek with the palm of your hand, not getting enough of her- you feel unstoppable, you wonder if it's because you're finally free or if it's merely love.

“You must really love me” Nat jokes and your heart leaps in happiness when you notice how easily her smile appears around you and, even more, when you realize she does, just as easily, believe in that, in your undying, devoted love for her.

“In every single universe, Anastasia, Natasha, Natalia, and whoever else you happen to find yourself in”

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END OF PATH

hello, lovelies! this is the end of this path <3 i hope you have liked this little fanfic experiment as much as i did, this one was the shortest of the paths, but it's one of the sweetest and overall best endings for nat and reader, kudos for finding it! i hope you explore some other paths a little bit more, thanks for reading <33

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hi! can you write us some natasha x villain!reader smut? (doesn't need a plot necessarily) with dom!nat puh-leaseee

your wish is my command, anon! hope you like this one (guys this is my first time ever writing smut, please bear with me)

come and get me - [natasha x villain!reader]

Summary: You have what Natasha needs, she has what you want, how well would a trade go?

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Tell me what you know, Viper” Natasha's forearm traps your body against your kitchen wall, pushing your chest with enough strength to make you, even if slightly, lightheaded “And I might let you go”

You chuckle at her naiveness- you know better than to surrender at her terms; if you agree, she will take you to Fury who, with a blink of his eye, will send you to the RAID- you thought she knew better than to try to coerce you, as well.

“Oh, am I being funny?” The Avenger asks, lacing her voice with tender annoyance, almost a tip into anger, pressing her body closer against yours- she had not an ounce more of patience left in her flesh, you had played around with each other for too long for you to keep getting away.

“A little” You answer her, watching as her face contorts into exasperation “I just-”

“I don’t care” Her hands, now in a quick movement, wrap around your neck with the strength of a just-released beast.

It was so sudden that you can't help but let out a strangled moan and wonder for a hot, sick, minute if she’s ever wanted to fuck you for as long as you have. If her dilated pupils are anything to go by, you're going in the right direction.

“I just wonder” You gasp in between breaths while crossing your almost-dangling legs, discretely looking for some sort of friction to soothe the ache that was starting to make itself known “How long it's gonna take for you to grow some sense and fuck me”

Her posture doesn’t waver, neither does her grip or her stance.

But her eyes-

If her pupils were dilated then, now you can't even tell their true color is green. She looks feral, her parted lips are as red as rose buttons, exhaling scalding hot puffs of air against your face, her eyelids are so low that you feel like a prey, seconds away from being devoured- you don't know whether to fear her future actions or to anxiously wait for them, and also don't know which one of them is the least humiliating.

Natasha is hesitating, you know there’s a lot in the game for her- but the same goes for you, since HYDRA isn’t known to accept failed missions with a sweet note and you have been walking on a tightrope with them, lately.

But, before you can understand it happening, her right foot kicks your left leg open and her left arm snakes itself to your thigh- her right arm is still holding you in place, with a grip almost stronger than your whole body, you know she's scared, but there is no denying the rush of adrenaline oozing from her skin.

“Pathetic” Natasha chuckles beautifully as she brushes her hand against your left inner thigh- you try not to squirm under her prying eyes and even more inquisitive touch “Is that why you always lure me back? So I can fuck you like the little whore that you are?”

You let out a soft moan at her words, which were punctuated by her nails digging more and more into your skin- you’re not sure whether this is actually happening or if she’s choked you into the state of illusion, but you’re not one to waste a chance.

“Don't get shy now” She hisses at your face with your lack of response.

All you can do is nod frenetically, there are no words close to your mind- all you can feel are her hands turning your skin purple, blemishing them with the prettiest of shades, and the warm of her closeness- she is inebriating, you're drunk on her before you have even had a chance to taste her.

Natasha tsks disapprovingly, her right hand unwraps from your neck fast enough to strongly slap your face “Words, dumb little slut”

Your hips buckle immediately against her hand, begging to be touched- you try to bring yourself to keep some integrity, but you don't have any more control of your body, all you can do is surrender to her and hope for the best.

“Y-yes” you breathe out, struggling to release the hoarse voice stuck in your throat “Please”

“Please what? I can’t read minds” Natasha smirks at your state, as she dances with her fingers around the waistband of your pants.

Beneficent in a way you had never pegged her for, she doesn't tease you much before her agile fingers have already traced their path down to your pussy- you let a surprised moan and Natasha groans to herself as she feels her entire body erupt in goosebumps at the soft sounds leaving your lips. You can't even think much about the effects your simple voice has caused on the Black Widow, because she deepens her hand within you, wetting the tips of her fingers without even needing to dip inside you.

“Soaked for me, slut? I haven't even touched you yet”

You groan in impatience as your stomach drops and twists even tighter, she watches you with an enragingly beautiful smile playing around her lips, you feel like she could kill you at any moment- a black widow, indeed. Her small chuckle at your antsy pussy sends rage sauntering inside of you as you try to fuck yourself into her fingers, which keep sliding away from your path

“Fuck y-”

Granting your wish without warning, Natasha slides two fingers inside of you, pumping them as deep as her knuckles allow. “What was that, bunny?” She ironically coos at you, sending you a sweet smile under the darkest of gazes.

Your entire body clenches around her digits, you try not to moan once more as you roll your eyes with sudden pleasure that it's on the imminence of taking over you, but fight the urge to close them- you don’t want to waste a second of looking at her.

“Not so witty now, Viper?” She sends you another wry smile at the same time she dares to take her fingers out of you, only to add another one to slip even deeper back inside of you “Oh, you’re so tight, I’ll have to stretch you out for me”

At every deep slam of her hand against your core, you feel her gentle grunts hotter against your ear and you wonder if she’s just as drenched as you are, if her pussy is aching in need of release as yours is, if her nipples are hard against the fabric of her suit as yours are- the mere thought of Natasha’s body is enough for you to let a louder moan slip.

She drags her fingers outside of you once more and curtly slaps your cunt “Shut up” Her voice is almost vile and she can't get enough of looking at you like she's the last thing you will ever see “You're moaning for me only”

As if to prove her point, Natasha slides one more finger deeply back into you. You have to bite your cheek as hard as you physically can, to stop yourself from screaming, she fills you in a way you have never allowed anyone to, stretching you with a pleasurable pain that is only just too much- you don't know whether to beg her to stop or to never do as such, so you opt to just follow as she ordered you and shut up.

The wet sounds of her thrusts on your soaked pussy are now the only sounds in the room, dirty and unbelievably arousing to the point of lightheadedness- Natasha starts to increase the rhythm, your ass now bouncing against her hand and your hips left with nothing else to do but to follow her new pace, trying to fuck yourself on her even more, and it brings you to a state of stress like no other- you can't wait any longer, it's borderline unbearable in every sense of the word.

“I need-” You let out a weak cry as the friction of her fingers on you starts to feel wispy “Please, please”

“Need what, bunny?” Nat smirks at you, clearly having fun at seeing you like this “I already told you to use your words”

You gather all of your strength to cry in desperation “More, please, Daddy- fuck-”

Natasha moans almost pornographically, almost enough to make you cum all over her hand, she pulls her hand off of you once again, only to reposition herself so that her closed fist touches your slick cunt “Is my whole fist enough for your pussy, slut?”

You nod slowly at her, almost too out of yourself to understand her words, but you quickly remember to use your words “Yes, Daddy, please”

When the redhead thrusts her fist inside of you, there is nothing you can do to contain your scream of pleasure- your pussy clutches to her hand so perfectly well, you feel so full.

There's barely enough time to grow used to her size as she starts to pump inside of you, this time, deep and slowly, her hand now stings you only so slightly, having been well stretched by her, little by little, a small wave of pleasure starts to snake itself stronger into you, it makes your entire body vibrate against her.

“Yes- d-don’t stop” You hiss as your thighs start to automatically close around her wrist “God-”

Natasha doesn’t change the pace, but she presses her left hand on your bladder, applying the perfect amount of pressure for the knot on your belly to tighten with double the force.

You mewl in surprise at the excruciating new sensation “Natasha!”

You can feel tears forming around your eyes with the overwhelming feeling. All you can do is keep frenetically fucking yourself more and more into her, trembling and gasping desperately, not being strong enough to say anything else.

“You’re so fucking hot” Natasha moans as she keeps thrusting on you, feeling her own pleasure stronger as her center pulses just right against her suit “Such a good whore screwing your little pussy on me”

She changes the angle of her wrist for less than a second, but it's enough to send you over the edge- contracting your entire body in one final struggle before you're falling deliciously, cumming into your enemy’s wrist with a breathy, muted moan.

“Such a good girl” The redhead grunts, easily reaching her own ecstasy purely by feeling your orgasm around her hand.

Natasha’s hoarse moans are so strongly mixed with yours that you can barely distinguish them, butthey sound so husky, so her, that your pussy unabashedly clenches around her hand one more time.

You whimper as yet another never-ending wave of pleasure washes over your body and you swear you can feel her arm trembling inside of you, too.

As your spasms start to decrease and you begin to be able to control your breath again, you take a small moment to relish staring at Natasha, who, even now, after fucking you out of your senses and just having an orgasm still manages to look absolutely-

“Don’t look at me like that” She berates you, though her tone, for once, is not harsh.

You jump a little at being caught, hoping your cheeks don't betray you “Like what?” You make a show of rolling your eyes “Don't flatter yourself”

Natasha chuckles softly, moving her body swiftly around yours “Hold still” She quietly tells you- it's soft and brief, like summer breeze-, before starting to pull her hand out of you, making you squirm in discomfort at the movement inside your over-sensitive cunt.

“Shh, I know, I know” She hushes you in a silky way.

Once her wrist is only connected to you by threads of your cum, she stares at it and whispers at you, a little breathless “Look at the mess you made, bunny”

But, before you can do more than moan in response, her hand is already on your chest again- firm against you, gone was the softness “Now, the intel”

You pout a little at her rapidness to switch to business mode, but easily follow track, knowing there are more important businesses to focus on.

So, because you're absolutely worn out and just will not handle shit to SHIELD, you simply answer her in the best way you can- by shooting venom from your wrist directly at her neck, causing her entire body to get instantly paralyzed. You spend only a few minutes staring at her storm-filled eyes, and a few couple more at the beauty that she is able to display so effortlessly, what a shame she has chosen the wrong side- but you know that, as long as you keep calling her, she will come after you, and that's enough for you, as of now.

“Don’t worry, gorgeous, it will wear out in an hour” You muse, grazing her lips with your index finger “Then you can come and get me again, Natty”

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left, right. left, right. steady - [natasha x stark!daughter]

TW: guns pointed at you, minor mention of violence

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A thunderous noise echoes through your house. You had just passed the slumber phase of sleeping five seconds ago, but are completely awake now, though your eyes can’t find the courage to open themselves.

Your first instinct is to call your father, of course, but you are so frozen in fear that you can’t even manage to move your arms to grab the phone.

After few seconds of silence there’s another noise, this one of broken glasses, followed by dragged, strong steps that, weirdly enough, don’t come closer to your room, but instead remain on where you assume is the kitchen.

You frown, managing to open only one eye- well, if this was a robber, they would at least try to be quiet, and if they wanted to harm you, they should be here by now.

It was only after a grunt you realized what was going on; somebody was hurt.

With your heartbeat decreasing slightly, you allow yourself to open your second eye and weight your possibilities; you would have to deal with whoever it was sooner or later, since you highly doubt they would go away before the sun is up.

You grab your phone, it flashes 4:37am.

You huff, not even bothering calling your father anymore, knowing that the person probably is not a threat, since it came for refugee at one of his houses. It’s not their fault, how would they know you were spending the summer there?

As much as I’m tempted to, I can’t just turn to the side and sleep, the rational part of you reasons and you roll your eyes, just slightly, at it.

Before leaving the bed, though, you reach for the small pistol that you keep on the bedside- you never know- and only then, slowly goes downstairs, tapping your feet lightly against the wooden tiles.

“Do not move” comes a strong voice from the kitchen, somewhat strained at the edges, you assume it’s because of the pain.

You stop dead on your tracks, not wanting to enter in any type of combat, giving your terrible lack of skills compared to any minor agent. And this, you know, is no minor agent because no voice could ever compare to hers;

The Black Widow.

As much as you allow yourself to breath out the rest of air you were holding, you still can’t count your victories- see, you know her, everybody does, these days, but she doesn’t know you.

One of the perks of being the only daughter of Tony Stark is to remain hidden until extreme circumstances- like untraceable-to-the-CIA level, but one of the lows is that… well, you are untraceable-to-the-CIA level. Nobody knows you.

“I’m not here to hurt you” You find your mouth saying without you realizing, yeah, because you’re really a threat to her.

“What are you doing here?” The dragged foot is the only thing that tells you she’s moving towards the stairs and you can’t help but feel a lump forming on your throat.

Because what happens if she doesn’t believe you?

Her pistol appears before her face does, and you truly would have never been ready to see her so close to you. But you can hardly concentrate on the way her eyes are even greener outside of a screen or how her mouth is chapped but still looks ridiculously-

The point is- you can hardly focus on that because, fuck, she’s a wreck.

“I’m living here” you answer simply, letting her interpret it the way she wanted “You woke me up, I just came down to check”

Natasha stares at your gun for a minute too long before giving a step back, allowing you to take one forward- at that, she seems quite satisfied and lowers the gun by one inch “What do you mean by living” she winces in the span of a second as her left foot touches the ground “here?”

You eye her foot “Can I take a look?” you slowly put your gun on the ground, kicking it to her and putting your hands up in surrender.

Which has not been your smartest move ever, you could say, since she has now two guns against you and you can barely body combat. But all she does is gaze at the weapon, returning quickly the focus on you.

“No” she answers shortly “Who are you?”

You smile, not really knowing how good would it be to reveal yourself as a Stark given the circumstances of the Sokovia Accords “I’m [Y/N], nice to meet you”

Natasha is yet to move, her tired eyes scan your face once again and it’s so penetrating that you’re suddenly afraid she can read your thoughts. You take a step back and her gun is pointed at you again “I can just go back to sleep if you want to”

She laughs lightly and humorlessly “You’re standing where I can see you”

Honestly, you don’t think of it as a bad thing at all.

You just nod and decide do step two more steps down, ignoring your gun still on the ground, really not wanting to spend the rest of your night on the stairs “Well, I’m going to make tea, would you like some?”

She looks at you as if you lacked a cephalon- fair, since you did offer a drink to a spy. “No”

“Okay” you grant as you slowly arrives at her side- her gun is now three inches from your head, following you wherever you go, you try to not give her any reason to suspect you and focus on your walk.

Left and right, left and right. Steady.

It’s hard, you can barely feel yourself in your body- your legs tremble so much you’re worried they’ll give up at any second, right under her aim.

“Do you- um- want to follow me?” You ask, keeping your mouth occupied so you won’t throw up “You don’t have to, I’m just- because you look…” She arches an eyebrow, you can’t say if the glint on her eyes was real or if the light struck very quickly on them. You urge your mouth to say something “Bad”

You look bad.

Fucking best thing you could have said to an ex-KGB super duper spy. You could cry right now if you knew she wouldn’t laugh at your face for it.

“Are you insulting me?” She asks, taking a small step forward, searching through your face again, as if you were a puzzle to be resolved. Which, if you were, would probably be one of those with 10 pieces for three year old’s.

“No” You answer simply, returning your focus on your walk- the kitchen is already there, maybe five steps away; left and right, left and right. Steady.

Would she even follow? You don’t dare to look back.

“Stay put, Jesus” she slowly begins to follow your steps.

For some sadistic reason, you smile a little at the realization.

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the moon is beautiful, but she's more - [wanda x greek goddess!reader]

Summary: When Wanda runs from the present she doesn't expect to fall in love, and, most definitely not with a goddess.

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Just in case you aren't familiar with Greek mithology: ⋆ Diana is the roman version of Artemis, the Greek goddess of the moon, who is the twin sister of Apollo, the god of sun ⋆ Zephyrus is the god of wind ⋆ Persephone is the goddess of spring.

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You had met Wanda two moons ago, while picking up olives from a fallen basket the wind had thrown on the ground, reminding yourself to have a small talk with Zephyrus about it later.

She had approached you with such uncertainty and lost eyes, that, at first, you believed her to be an outsider, but, at a second look at her, you paused completely, the basket of olives quickly forgotten. Her soul was yet to exist- you frowned slightly, wondering how on Earth could a human that hadn’t been born yet to stand right in front of you.

With curiosity getting the best of you- and taking both of you by surprise- you brought her alongside you, and, being a good host, allowed her to share your rooms for the night- there, she presented herself as Wanda Maximoff, a name you could not begin to understand for the sake of anything- and you, wary, but not wanting to lie, as Diana of Delos.

The first thing you notice is that Wanda is a woman stranger than her name, probably of the strangest soul you have ever met- and this is saying something. Her mannerisms and expressions are of such that you’re often left confused by what she means.

(But you won’t tell her- she looks absolutely angelic while moving her hands everywhere as she speaks)

As for the second thing, you realize it as you catch yourself musing at her eyes, that shine with wonder at the moon (and somewhere in yourself, you feel flattered by it). It is that her mere, recent, new, presence manages to put you into a paradox of being on edge at the same time it gets you to relax. You can't really understand how, nor why, it’s a dangerous thing.

“You’re not from here, are you?” You find the courage finally to ask.

Wanda smiles, she knows exactly what you meant- there are memories behind her lips and longing on her eyes “No”

You nod quietly, resting your back against the white wall, watching as her red-hair shines under the moonlight, moving only so slightly with her rhythmic breathing.

“When are you leaving?” You ask, feeling your heart squeezing against itself in somewhat of a lame tentative of yearning for this woman you’ve known for three days.

But that's how it usually goes, not born for everlasting love and doomed to live the forever youthful longing of a promise, is where you find yourself tracing your path. It's not always this bothersome, you are often less affected by other souls, human, no less- but, once at every centenia, you allow yourself to embrace the bitter scent of loneliness that not even being surrounded by your hunters can take away from you.

You have got to be the most lesbian of all goddesses to ever exist.

Wanda, then, looks at you- her eyes travel through your face, it brings heat to your cheeks “I'm not sure” she answers with a shy smile, you feel a little like her accomplice in something you have yet to comprehend “Too soon”

She always seem to be one step ahead of you.

You hum, deciding to test one more theory you’ve had since the first time her rapid eyes found yours “Are you running from something, then?”

She seems to be taken aback by this- her eyes go back to the moon for a little-big moment and you’re left to believe she won’t answer you anytime soon, until- “Yeah” her timid voice answers, although in a not very convincing way “From me, I think. It's complicated”

You click your tongue, wondering what was underneath that- she couldn’t be a bad person, could she? You’d be able to tell it from the first moment.

But she did always sound too like trying to hide something, so you decide to press a little more “Tell me something about your world”

Wanda shrugs, not really enthusiastic “It’s the same as yours” but her posture becomes slouched, as if merely thinking about it drained her to no end “It’s just... lost”

“The same… world? Like a replica of this?” You try to understand, the existence of other worlds is not an alien concept for you, but they were always too different from each other- at least, that you know off. You frown as she shakes her head, once again moving her hands to explain it, as you endearingly watch.

“It’s the exact same one" She motions both of her hands to the sky and to the ground "but a while to the future” She ends up saying, looking at you, eyes big with hope, praying for you to understand.

But, alas, you can only follow her until the end of this line “What’s the future?”

“A long tomorrow” She smiles slightly, returning her eyes to the moon- you can’t help but blush at the attention “Like the one when a child grows to an elder, when a seed grows to an acient tree”

You smile at her- it's simple!, you muster, now curious to know how far her knowledge of the future world goes. So you ask, as nonchalantly as you can “How much is the future to you from me?”

Her grimace lets you know it’s not going to the direction you’re hoping “I’m about 2750 years away- after- you”

You can almost huff at her lack of response- what are years? Such a vague answer.

You do know the numbers itself aren’t close, but you can count to 2750 in basically no time, and that doesn’t sound like a big future “Naturally, how much is it?”

“Well, I’m 26 years old” She answers, to your dismay "A child grows to an elder in about sixty years"

Oh, you see, 26 is way too far from 2750.

“So, when you said it was the same world from yours, but lost" You start with maybe a tint of fear "all of this is... gone?”

Her eyes aren’t easy to read, now, but she nods faintly “Yeah, from all I know, this is basically all rubble"

A dark shadow holds your heart- what happens in the future, that is powerful enough to bring your home to the ground? And if it is really true, if it's really as inevitable as she makes it sounds, you get the terrifying feeling that you’re also not remembered, or known at all. You fear of obsolescence, of forgetfulness is one to find you sooner than expected.

"In fact, I’m yet to be born" She continues, her voice shaking as she whispers the last word "In fact, my great-great-great grandparents are yet to be born”

You pretend to be shocked- as if her mere steps hadn't gave her away, on that fateful night, two moons ago. But you would be lying if you said it didn’t bring gloom to your heart to know that she’s this far from you- still, something tells you she’s needed on her world, more than to your heart, to find herself and whatever more she is running of.

"May Artemis walk you home safely” You bless Wanda, not to chase her away, not because you're happy she's leaving, only to let her know you understand her need to go so, even though you know your heart doesn't.

You have the feeling she isn't used to having her reasons understood.

Because she looks at you as if you have hung the moon (which you kind of do), then looks at the sky, smiling slightly “How are you so sure she’s still on my world?”

You twitch at her question, I don’t, but I really hope so “Because they’re immortal as long as at least one soul still thinks of them” you answer “And you can’t really have a daily life without the twins, without Persephone, without Hestia”

Wanda’s eyes fly back to yours, her mouth tries not to shake as clearly as it's already twitching “The twins?”

You don’t question her sudden change of behavior, it’s not your place for such thing, so you simply nod “Without the sun there is no moon, without the graces of Apollo and Artemis there is no day nor night” You explain, pointing at the moon with your chin “Chaos would rule the world”

When her chin quivers you fear of how much of that is true on her world “And what is to do, then?”

There’s a certain heartbreaking hope behind her words, and you wish to shield her from whatever have cause her this- then a haunting possibility passes your head.

“Did- did one of them disappear in your world?”

Her smile, that grew to be light to your eyes, is now gloomy as she clears her throat “My Apollo has” and, before you could even register the weight of her words, Wanda’s eyes find yours again “But the world is fine”

You think briefly before answering her, not wanting to come off as anything but by your truest intentions “You don’t seem fine” is how you begin, slowly “And I happen to think you have great power over your world’s well-being”

Her green eyes flash at you with the tiredness you would only find in a mirror; the weight to hold the world as it is “I will be” she looks like she has had her great share of battles herself.

You wonder if Wanda is, somehow, like you- she sure looks like she was created from heaven itself.

“Stay a little more” You offer, the moon shines a tone brighter and her cheeks a shade warmer- you approach her, playing with her ring filled fingers as she stares bashfully at the sea, this time.

You hold her index finger, discretely creating a new bright ring- it’s small shaped, blessed filled and carved with moon dust, love made “There’s more to the world than the chore of keeping it together-”

Wanda rolls her eyes before you can finish your speech “Hope”

And, because her stubbornness brings you to the beautiful edge of whatever-this-feeling-is, you allow her, but not before poking her nose “Love, missy” to which her red cheeks turn into scarlet “There’s a whole sky in display just for you, there are fruits ready to be found, there’s a silver sea to dive into and golden our skin-”

As it has become a habit, Wanda cuts you mid-speech again- only this time with the touch of a sweet surprise, as her lips come to rest on yours, softer than milk and stronger than fire, for a way too short-lived moment and, with a satisfied hum, she muses

“And there’s you, dear Artemis”

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left, right. left, right. steady. - [natasha x stark!daughter]

hello, darlings!

thank you, thank you, thank you so much for sticking with this fic, it got such wonderful feedback, i truly hope y'all enjoy the last chapter!

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You don’t know which one happens first, but your eyes snap open as fast as his words reach your ears and Natasha detangles herself from your touch as if you were made of fire.

“Dad!” you yell- not sure if to scold him, calm him down or calm yourself down.

His face doesn’t wear the kind, loving gaze it usually does around you- there’s nothing remotely peaceful on his demeanor, he has the Iron Man gaze.

“Your daughter?” Natasha asks with disbelief enough for her voice to break slightly. When she looks at you, you can’t quite decipher her eyes this time, it makes you squirm under them.

Your father steps into the house, having been standing by the front door until now “Imagine my surprise when I receive an alarm of intrusion, have to interrupt my entire day to make sure my daughter is alive only to arrive and see you all over her”

“Dad” you take a small step forward, wanting to at least being acknowledged by him “I- she didn’t know-”

“[Y/N]” And when he does acknowledge you, gives you the bad aftertaste of wishing that he hasn’t “You knew and that should’ve been enough. Pack up, I’m taking you elsewhere”

“Tony, calm down-” Natasha, although not meeting your eyes, hopps in to defend you.

“No, no, you’re too calm” He sighs in frustration, taking a step back, but allowing his sharp tone to remain the same “I haven’t kept her in secret for this long so you can use her as your new personal toy for as long as you feel like”

Your eyes widen instantly at what he says, you can’t recognize him as the man your father is- why is he acting like this?

“Fuck you, Stark” Natasha snarls in a way that you can almost see the venom dripping from her tongue. He most definitely has stepped on a wound, you realize, and it makes you really wish you had the courage and lack of inhibition enough to give her a hug.

“Come on, we both know that-” Your dad starts saying, with a yellow smile and a dry chuckle.

And, maybe because you’re absolutely infatuated with her, or simply because you have ears, but you step in Natasha’s defense to interrupt whatever the hell that was going to be spat out of his mouth.

“Shut up” You don't yell, but speak up firmly- this time, he allows you to keep going “Don’t you dare talk to her like this” you berate him, hating the way your voice stumbles on your throat- ever again, you hope it’s implied along the lines.

Your dad tries to straighten his hair- messing it up even more “Pumpkin, you don’t know her like-”

“Like you do?” you find a small wave of confidence crashing against you as you notice, by the tale of your eye, Natasha straightening her posture at your words “If you claim to know her, to be her family, but this is what you think of her, then I don't think you do, in any way"

Your father stares at you, having at least the decency of look abashed- not being brave enough to do the same with Natasha. He takes yet another step back with a frown “I- Nat- this isn’t… what I think at all, it’s just that- God, [Y/N], you’re my baby and she-"

“We talk better later, dad” You half ask, half impose, wearing stern eyes but the smile that a father can't have the strength to fight against.

He clicks his tongue against his mouth, clearly not having any more room to speak, then nods, vaguely “We will” he, then, glances at Natasha, trying to come up with something, anything, but she doesn’t go as far as meeting his eyes “I’ll call you by night” he promises in a clipped voice.

There’s a time interval almost too long for a second, but too fast for two, in which he hesitates by the front door, maybe still making up his mind- but, soon enough as a breath, the door closes.

After the few deaf sounds of steps, you hear the suit taking him away- and can’t help but wonder how in hell did both of you and Natasha entirely missed his arriving.

The air instantly stills- but not in the holy it did, a while not too long ago, after her lips laid on yours. If, at that time, it felt like the Promised Land, now it’s the Babel Tower.

“How come you forgot to tell me that?” She asks, her voice is not angry, but it isn’t warm- it’s guarded, there’s a wall in front of it again.

“I’m sorry” You begin, focusing on the hem of your shirt, meddling with the small, stubborn thread hanging out “I didn’t know how you would react- with the Accords and all”

Natasha doesn’t give any indication she has heard you, and, while you know she did, it makes you even more uncomfortable.

“Do you really believe that?” this time, there’s something bitter under the words.

You frown, trying to understand what was she referring to this time- this bad habit of hers, before she speaks again “That I’m not like how Tony thinks I am”

Oh.

“Of course, Natasha” You answer, wishing she could feel exactly how much you mean it, while trying to understand where she’s going with that “He does, too” you add, assuring her, because you know he does.

“I mean, that is partially why I’m known for- I don’t blame him if he doesn’t” She answers, no emanating any particular emotion at that “But you do, can I know why?”

“Because I know you” You ache to touch her, to call her something kind enough to sooth her nerves. But you know she would scatter away.

Almost a kitten, you remind yourself, you have to move subtle and narrowly around her- left, right. Left, right. Steady.

She scoffs, but there’s no evil in it “No, you don’t, but you act really well like you do”

You feel a smile trying to poke your lips, finding a small breach to give it a try “If that’s true, then how do I know your favorite ice cream is pistachio and your favorite tv show is not Toddlers and Tiaras?”

Natasha hesitates- the whole room seems to take a step back in time and hold it still, only to the both of you. Finally, you look at her, and she’s, unsurprisingly, already staring at you- her eyes don’t wear the icy storm of before- they’re back at being the big, curious kitten-like eyes of hers.

“I could’ve easily lied” she states, allowing her own lips to curl as well- you feel the weight of the world crushing down at your feet; there’s the Natasha you know.

“You wouldn’t dare to” Your faux-shocked voice makes her chuckle and you mentally high-five yourself.

“I wouldn’t” she agrees, still smiling although a little more sober. Her eyes scan your face and you're not even bothered anymore- only slightly wonder, as always, what is it that she so often search for and always seems to find “I want to kiss you, I want to hold your hand, I can’t whistle”

You chuckle, stepping closer to her, just enough to allow her arms to brush against yours at every movement, for your breast to graze against hers softly at every breath intake, for her hair to make the ghost of a tickle on your face “Oh, you better be able to whistle Mozart’s entire discography”

She takes the final step, holding your waist to herself with the gentleness and firmness that only a ballerina could muster “Or else?” Her pupils are wide enough for you to see your own reflection on them, who engulfs you with a kind of look she hasn’t allowed to surface before, but it feels like the first warm bath in winter.

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left, right. left, right. steady. - [natasha x stark!daughter]

TW: talking lightly about nat severing her nerve

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“Wanna play two truths and a lie?” You ask her once you make sure she’s comfortable on the couch, hoping to distract her attention from the pain caused by bandaging her foot.

Natasha tries to dodge your attempts to fuss over her before swatting your hands and answering your question “You’ve never met an agent before, have you?”

You chuckle, fighting the urge to flick her in the head- stubborn woman “What sold me out?”

“Your absolute lack of limits” She says and you start to laugh when realize her lack of glint on her eyes. Her gaze was stern again.

The words can’t leave your mouth as much as you try to spit them out- did you step too far?

“Oh- we could- be quiet and watch TV, then?” you try not to be fazed by her behavior, avoiding to look at her- a very hard task for you, who is obsessed with her in general- in something in between embarrassment and gloom. But you do manage amend a quiet “I’m sorry"

Her hands call up to you- they don’t touch your skin, they don't mean to, but they hover in front of your face, much like a feather, and carry your eyes back to hers again.

She’s wearing a loopsided smirk, her eyes are kind.

“I was messing with you, идиот” Her eyes sparkle up again, and a grin appears “You’re not the only one with a sense of humor, you know?”

You can feel your heart going back to its normal rates- that is , before realizing she’s given you a nickname, a russian nickname.

She did call you an idiot, but at this point you're not going to care- she could call you a loaf of bread and you'd accept without thinking twice.

“I- well you can’t” You find yourself childishly saying with crossed arms “You have the advantage of looking intimidating while doing it”

“That’s too bad” she counterpoints with a smirk and, not missing a beat, follows up “My favorite type of ice cream is pistachio, I have a sister and I have a cat”

You stare blankly at her, waiting for her to elaborate- God, this woman is absolutely out of it.

Hot.

“The game you wanted to play” She answers, when you project no reaction, as if it was plain obvious.

“You’ve never met any normal person before, have you?” You echo her question back.

She arches her eyebrow, dancing with her tongue around her upper lip “Touché”

God.

“I think- um- that the lie is about your sister” You speak without thinking, so you can focus in something else that’s not her mouth, or her tongue, or her French accent, or- “because you look old enough to like pistachio and lesbian enough for a cat”

You explain, now focusing, instead, on the fact that you just pointed out she looks like a lesbian, because, apparently, you just can't catch a break.

Before you start to overthink about it for one more millisecond, she smiles- a front-teeth-and-all kind of smile “Well, I refuse to partake in stereotypes” Natasha answers vaguely “Also, my lifestyle can’t allow me a cat”.

Wait.

Your tongue really does the job of holding your squeal back- you owe her one- Natasha hasn’t only not corrected you, but she quite reassured you that yes, she is, in fact, a lesbian.

Natasha Romanoff is a lesbian. And you just happen to fit the criteria.

“Your turn” she presses, a little eagerly- you wonder if you have made her uncomfortable.

So you nod, trying to think of a way of letting her know that you, too, like girls “I have five different types of soda on my fridge, I don’t own any matching pair of socks and my girlfriend’s name is Chloe”

She doesn’t express anything out of the ordinary and you try not to visibly deflate “The soda one” she says after pondering “I think you might have six”

“Who do you think I am? Willy Wonka?” You feign outrage "I draw the line at five flavors per time"

“What’s her name, then?” Natasha asks, before clearing her throat to clarify “Your girlfriend”

It’s your turn to arch an eyebrow at her “She doesn’t exist, that's the lie”

If the way her eyes shine is of any insinuation, you’re following the right path- to where you don’t actually know, given how inconsistent Natasha turns out to be, but you just happen to have this feeling flourishing on your stomach.

“Okay then” She muses, pretending to think hardly “My favorite TV show is Toddlers and Tiaras, I’m not naturally a redhead and I have pierced nipples”

“Jesus” you let out without realizing it.

You need to take an extra gulp of air to help your brain to go back to its functions, since your thoughts have started to lag. You wonder if you could pass out because of something like that- “Are- can- um, is this a trick question?”

And, because she is that shitty, Natasha just hums “Wouldn’t you like to find out?”

The right path indeed.

“You're no fun, you've lost your turn” You decide to take a shot, not daring, in hell, to waste this opportunity “You’re bluffing, my favorite color is blue and you want to kiss me”

If Natasha could ever be impressed by someone, you imagine this is what she’d look like; there’s a satisfied smirk laying on her mouth and mischief swimming in her eyes- you’ve cornered the Black Widow.

In a game. By following exactly the path that she chose.

But, regardless, you did.

Yeah.

Because whichever option she chooses as the truth will give you the answer to at least one question you really don’t have the balls to ask her. But you just have to know;

So she does pick one, hiding behind a cheeky smile and silky voice “Blue is nobody’s favorite color”

Which makes the first and last one the truths.

Which makes you sure, now, that you can, truly, pass out for something like this- because there is no way your breath is supposed to feel like that, and your-

“I won, can I get my prize now?” She eyes you from behind her eyelashes, almost melting with every blink- there’s warmth, uncertainty, and something so sheer that you have no doubt whatsoever that it’s boiling, dripping lust.

Because only she could mix such emotions together and still look terrifyingly gorgeous.

You’re not sure of what the prize is, nor how she won a two truths and a lie game, but all you can do is nod and inch your face closer to hers, hoping to be right.

Then her lips brush against yours.

And you suddenly understand exactly why the Bible says that the heaven on earth is made of milk and honey- because when her plum lips melt against yours that’s all you can and wish to taste for as long as you can comprehend what it is to feel.

You dare to touch her peach-soft jaw, bringing her just a little closer to your running heart- the shaky intake Natasha lets out almost made you crumble at her knees, more than you already were and-

“Romanoff, get off my daughter"

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left, right. left, right. steady - [natasha x stark!daughter]

TW: talking lightly about nat severing her nerve

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“Were you ran over?” You try, pretending not to be unfazed by her constant staring.

There’s a small silence before her voice surfaces, tiredly “I don’t make small talk”

With cheeks slightly flushed in embarrassment, you simply nod, focusing on the amount of water you were heating.

Natasha stands at your left side, she is sat neatly on the kitchen chair despite her clear discomfort, while you face away from her, on the stove- she could see you, but you couldn’t see her.

You're trying to give her all the advantage she can take on the situation, since she looks late to her sleep schedule for at least ten years.

You start humming a small melody that’s been hanging on your head for a week now, trying to fill the air with something- being Tony’s daughter means that silence becomes an unnerving thing, you just can't help it.

It’s only when the kettle starts to scream, way sooner that you expected, that you go pick the mug on the cabinet next to the window and realizes just how bright it is outside- what time would it be?

“No” Natasha murmurs out of the sudden, startling your wondering mind.

You freeze, putting the mug down, wondering if you had done any suspicious movement and turn to face her, a little frown of confusion growing on your face.

She lets out a guarded smile “I haven’t been ran over” the redhead explains in a light way “I just had to sever a nerve of mine”

You are completely out of things to say- why is she telling you this- is it a test?

Without wasting much time you decide to bite the bullet and just go with it; it's better than being babysat in utter silence.

That’s when you actually comprehend what she said-

“Sever a nerve?” You scrunch your eyebrows, looking at her face “How- like, with your bare hands?”

Natasha shrugs “I slammed my face on a table”

And that’s when you know you lost it- because you are laughing, openly laughing at Natasha Romanoff’s face because she just told you she severed her nerve by slamming her face on a table.

God- your tried to stop your incessant giggles, but Jesus fuck you just could not.

If anything, she is as surprised as you by the reaction; her face is hovering between confusion and being put aback.

“I’m really-” you try to rush your sentence before another fit reaches you “Sorry- Fuck- did you just-” you mimic a movement of hunching your upper body forward to an imaginary surface, having already given up at being serious.

At that, the unimaginable happens; you swear you can see her eyes twinkle a little and her mouth soon tries, and fails, to squeeze itself into a serious countenance again.

Holy shit, you just made the Black Widow laugh, and it was the most beautiful sight you have ever seen.

“No, you’re making it look like a chicken” she sobers up a little, so you win a glare.

“You’re saying you doubled yourself in half and didn't look like a chicken?” You challenge, only a bit afraid you have overstepped some line.

“In less than an hour you managed to say I look bad and like a chicken” she allows her teeth to appear under her smile, Jesus Christ, and points at you, Jesus Christ “do you have a willing to die?”

“Would that be enough to allow me to offer some tea again?”

She eyes the tea for a quick second and finds your gaze once more, before huffing and standing up to grab a mug from where you had just gotten yours “Barely”

“Can I please take a look on your foot?” You ask once again as she tries to pass her slight limp as a casual stumble.

Natasha stares at you, as you have grown accustomed to, and rest her hands on the counter “Why?”

“I’m a nurse student” You can't help but smile proudly at yourself “It’s unnerving to see something I can help but not do it”

She arches her right eyebrow and right before you can pass out- because, yes, she manages to look hot even when limping back to the chair- she surprises you, yet again, by nodding once, shortly. “You will explain to me everything you’re doing”

“Wouldn’t dare to do anything else” You say calmly at her imposition, while trying to contain the mess of happiness and nervousiness that bubbles inside your chest “Do you want to come with me while I take the supplies?”

“Wouldn’t dare to do anything else” She repeats back at you and you can only hope to not burst of excitement in front of her.

While she means in a slightly threatening way, you can’t help but notice she’s starting to gain, even if to the minimum, trust around you.

Natasha oddly starts to feel less of a threat and more of a kitten. You wish you could keep her for a little while.

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