#scarlet witch x black widow

[dc-marvel-life]

Perfect Fit

Pairing: Wanda x Natasha x reader

Word Count: ~2.6K

Summary: Y/N is the new member joining the Avengers that came from a top-secret program in SHIELD that she was in all her life. Now that she has joined the team, she is experiencing life for the first time. She has caught the eye of the two most powerful women on the team.

A/N: I haven't had any requests, so I am posting a story that I am making on my AO3. This will be a series. My request is still open. 

Part 2  Part 3  Part 4  Part 5

We all know that there are infinite different universes that are different from one another. This one is the same as the rest. In this universe, the Avengers made the team ten years ago with a group of teenage superheroes. Iron Man, Captain America, Black Widow, Hulk, Thor, Scarlet Witch, Falcon, Winter Soldier, and Captain Marvel made the original team. Five years later, Spiderman, Black Panther, Yelena, and Kate join the group.

They all live on the Avenger compound, a vast building that houses the Avengers and their every need. Thanks to Tony, the facility is all high-tech and has F.R.I.D.A.Y. It has many bedrooms, bathrooms, a game room, a movie room, a weight room, a training room, a vast kitchen, a pool, a garden, etc.

The team is running smoothly, but SHEILD has a program that they want to test out. The program is called Project Gene X, and it is a program that had eight infants with the mutant gene. When the mutant gene was discovered, SHEILD ensured they were on top of it. They were able to find eight infants that they were able to keep in custody legally. All the kids did growing up was train and discover their powers. Over time, not all of the kids could stay in the program for different reasons, but there were only two in the end.

The two were fighting for the open spot in the Avengers, and Fury finally made a choice. The team knew they would get another teammate soon, but they didn’t know when.

Fury called a meeting with all the Avengers in the conference room at the Avengers compound. Now they are just waiting for Fury to show up.

“So does anyone know what this meeting is for,” Tony says, tapping a pen on the table while looking around the room.

“Maybe we are all going on a huge mission,” Bucky says, shrugging his shoulders.

“Ooo, I hope so because I haven’t been on any mission recently. I need to get out of this compound now,” Sam says, leaning back in the chair.

“Let's hope Fury doesn’t send us on a mission then, so we can all go out tonight. How does that sound?” Carol says.

“I like that idea! I’ll call a few clubs right now to get us on the VIP list,” Tony says, pulling out his phone, and everyone nods.

“I can’t wait to go clubbing!” Peter says excitedly.

“Not you, young fry,” Natasha says, and everyone laughs. At that moment, Fury walks into the room, and everyone goes silent. Everybody's attention goes to Fury, waiting to see what he called the meeting for. “I bet you all are wondering why I called this meeting. Well, I wanted to get you all together so you can meet your new teammate Agent Y/N Y/L/N” Fury says. Y/N comes into the room with black cargo pants held up with, a black utility belt with many pockets, and a black short sleeve shirt. She goes and stands next to Fury with her arms crossed behind her back.

“Agent Y/N was part of a secret project that has been going on for years in SHIELD. Now she has earned a spot on the team with you all. She has the mutant gene and will be a great addition to the team. I won’t give you guys a mission for the next few days, so you all can get to know one another. I hope you all welcome her with open arms,” Fury says, then walks out of the room.

Once Fury closes the door, all eyes are on Y/N. The room was silent, and Y/N didn’t know what was happening.

“So tell us about yourself, Y/N,” Steve says, breaking the awkward silence filling the room. Y/N stood there momentarily, not knowing what to say to them. Since she was a baby, she has been training with little to no social life. Her only friends were the people in the program, but once they left, they never stayed in connect. It was just the way of the program not to have many contacts outside. Y/N never developed her own personality, but she knew one thing.

“I am a homosexual!” Y/N blurt out after a minute of not responding to Steve’s question leaving everyone wondering. Then Y/N says that and shocks everyone. Some people tried to hold back their laughs because they thought it was a joke.

“I am sorry that I said that. Well, I am a homosexual, but you know what I mean. I didn't know how to respond when you asked that question. My whole life was about being in the program, so I don’t know too much about myself,” Y/N says with her arms still crossed behind her back.

“What is this program/project that Fury said that you were in? I have never seen you before or heard of a secret project,” Clint asked curiously about what SHEILD was hiding from everyone. Y/N was hesitant because she was told never to talk about the program unless it was with someone with an equal or greater level than her.

“Yes sir, the project was…..” Y/N started to talk, but Clint stopped her.

“Don’t call me sir. I feel so old when you say that, and I am pretty sure we are the same age,” Clint says while faking like he had a chill.

“No problem, Mr. Barton,” Y/N says.

“No, no, no, just call me Clint. You know all of our names, right?” Clint ask.

“Sorry, Clint, and yes, I know all of your names,” Y/N says, and she can feel her body tighten. Y/N’s mind is going a mile a minute because she worries she is messing everything up.

“Relax, sweetie, you are too tense and thinking too loud,” Wanda says in a calming voice. Y/N looks over at Wanda, nervous.

“You can hear my thoughts?” Y/N says in shock. Y/N knew that Wanda was powerful and could read minds but not like this.

“Yes, I can. I promise I don’t read minds for fun. I can only hear them without trying because you are overthinking right now. Take a deep breath in and out,” Wanda says with a smile. Y/N takes a few deep breaths in and out and finally calms down a bit. She eventually moves her arms from behind her back.

“I am sorry. I have been waiting for this moment for a long time and can’t believe it is happening. Now I am a nervous mess. Anyway, my project was called Project Gene X. I was taken in by SHEILD as an infant because of my mutant gene. Growing up, I was trained to be the best agent while using my powers. Our end goal was to be a part of the Avengers. It was down to one other person and me, and we had to fight for it. I won, and now I am here,” Y/N proudly says.

“Wait for a second! This is crossing way too many lines! So you are telling me that SHIELD pretty much had their red room! I need to talk to him now about this,” Natasha says, getting up from her chair. Wanda gets up and tries to calm down her girlfriend.

“No, Natasha, it wasn’t like that. Every year after we hit age five, we were often asked if we wanted to stay in the program. Most of the kids dropped out by age 14, and only the other person left in the program was me. It sounds like the red room, but it isn’t at all. I had a great time there and enjoyed myself very much,” Y/N says to everyone but most importantly, Natasha. You can see that Natasha is mad right now because her hands are balled up, and her face is as red as a tomato. She looks like she will fight someone, but Wanda is beside her to calm her down. It seems like they are having a conversation with their minds. After a bit, Natasha takes a deep breath and sits back at the table.

“Okay, it is not as bad as the red room, but it is still like it. I will talk with him about it later,” Natasha says.

“Yeah, Project Gene X doesn’t sound too well, but he did the same for us ten years ago, starting the Avengers. We were like, what 13-16-year-olds running around saving the world. What is done is done; let's move on and have a great time with our new team member,” Sam says, trying to lighten to mood.

“Yeah, I agree with Sam! That means we should all go out and have a party!” Tony says, pumping his fist because he wants to attend a club tonight.

“We are supposed to be bonding as a team, and we can’t go to the club because Peter is only 20 years old,” Carol points out to Tony. Tony quietly mimics Carol.

“Or we can have a party here and invite people to come, so no one is excluded. How does that sound?” Kate says.

“Not a bad idea. Now we need to throw the best house party ever! I will make some calls now,” Tony says, getting up and calling someone.

“So let’s get you to settle into here, Y/N. By the way, to formally introduce myself. I am Steve Rogers, also known as Captain America, and I am 25. The rich boy over there on the phone is Tony Stark, also known as Iron Man, who is 25,” Steve says, and everyone starts to introduce themselves with their real name, superhero name, and age.

“So Y/N, you say you were in the program because you have the mutant gene. What is your power?” Sam asks, and everyone's attention is back on Y/N, wondering what her power is.

“My power is absorption. So any material that I touch, I can turn my whole body into that. That is why I have this belt with different strong materials like vibranium, adamantium, diamond, chromium, and more,” Y/N says while removing her metals from her belt. She puts them all out on the table, then picks up the adamantium. She holds the adamantium in her palm and turns her whole body into adamantium.

Everyone is in awe of Y/N’s powers. She turns back into her usual self and puts her metals back into her belt.

“Now, that’s an extraordinary power that can come in handy. I am happy that you are on the team; now, let’s give you a tour of the facility,” Steve says; he stands up, leading the way to give the tour while everyone else shuffles out of the room except for Natasha and Wanda.

“Wait! Can Nat and I give the tour to Y/N?” Wanda asks. Natasha whispers something into Wanda’s ear to make her laugh. Y/N looks at the pair, confused about why they want to give the tour.

“Of course,” Steve smiles and looks to Y/N, “you will be in good hands. I will catch you later,” Steve says and leaves the room, leaving only Y/N, Natasha, and Wanda staring at each other.

“Are you ready for the tour?” Wanda asks.

“Yes, I am. Let me go and grab my bag” Y/N walk over to the door and picks up one small duffle bag.

“Is that all you have? You know you are moving in here for good, right?” Wanda questions Y/N.

“Yes, this is it. My whole life is in this bag, actually,” Y/N says, a little nervous because she didn’t know that she was supposed to have more than this.

“It’s okay, I understand. Being an agent means you must pack light,” Natasha says to comfort Y/N.

“Thanks, Natasha. Since I will be here for the long run, maybe I can do some shopping for stuff,” Y/N says, and Wanda squeals in excitement.

“Shopping trip!” Wanda says, jumping up and down.

“Dorogoy, maybe we should let Y/N get settled first, then talk about going on a shopping trip,” Natasha says to Wanda, then looks at Y/N, “also you can just call me Nat,” Nat says to Y/N with a soft expression.

“Okay, Nat, and I would love to go shopping. Never been on one before,” Y/N says, smiling at the pair.

“Alright, we will go shopping with you one day, but for now, let’s tour the place and show you to your room,” Nat says, and they take Y/N on a tour of the building showing all the bells and whistles. They end up in front of Y/N’s new room.

“And the last part of our tour is your room. This is great because right across here is our room,” Wanda says, pointing to the door right across.

“You guys share a room?” Y/N looks at them curiously.

“Yes, I would hope so. It would suck that I didn’t share a room with my girlfriend of what….. 7 years now,” Nat says, looking lovingly into Wanda’s eyes. Y/N smiles at the pair and looks at their hands to see two rings. Nat and Wanda notice it.

“They’re just promise rings that we gave each other when we were 18,” Wanda clarifies.

“That’s so sweet,” Y/N says with a bit of disappointment because she did have a crush on Wanda and Nat for the longest time after finding out about them years ago.

“Do you have a girlfriend?” Wanda asks.

“No, I have never been in a relationship with anyone. I have done stuff with people, but those were mission-based, and nothing ever came out of it. The good thing is now I am free and single. Ready to get out there,” Y/N says and starts to laugh, with Wanda and Nat joining her.

“Sorry, that sounded lame saying it out loud,” Y/N says and continues to laugh. Y/N opens her room door and gasps.

“Wow, this room is so big, and I have a queen bed,” Y/N says, running into the room, dropping her bags, then jumps onto her bed.

“And the bed is so soft. I am going to love this place,” Y/N says, getting comfortable in bed while Nat and Wanda watch in awe.

“She is so cute,” Wanda says, and Nat agrees with her.

“So why did you guys want to show me around the place? I am just curious” Y/N sits up in bed, looking at the pair.

“If you want us to be honest here, we wanted to show you around to get to know you and become friends. We are always together, and we need more friends that are women. Yes, we have Kate, Yelena, and Carol, but it is not the same. Yelena is Nat's younger sister, and they get on each other nervous all the time, but it is out of love. Plus, we think Yelena and Kate are secretly dating and not telling anyone. Carol likes to hang out with Sam and Bucky to do dumb shit with. So we saw you and thought we could have a new friend to do stuff with,” Wanda says moving side to side like she is nervous about something.

“Well, I will be an honor to be your friend,” Y/N said, smiling at them and making Nat and Wanda melt.

“Gosh, you are so cute. I think I can say that we are happy to have become friends for the two of us. We will let you get settled here before the party tonight. If you need us, we are across the hallway,” Wanda says and starts to walk out of the room, with Nat closing the door to leave Y/N in her thoughts.

“This is going to be the best time of my life,” Y/N says, sighing and lying in bed.

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[somber-sapphic]

I Demand Cuddles

Sick and on a mission. How did you always find yourself in these situations? Natasha getting hurt certainly didn't help anything. (wandanat x reader)

Word Count: 1821

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“C’mon Y/n, just a little bit further, baby. Come here.” You stood in the middle of the small plank, tears mixing with sweat as they fell down your cheeks. You shouldn’t have come, you should’ve stayed home. You didn’t think the mission would be so hard, you never expected you’d be crossing a chasm on a rickety rope ladder thingy. 

You looked down and nearly fell, your gasp turning into a cough in your throat. 

“No, no, don't look down. I know you’re scared bubs, just focus okay? Look at me.” You were terrified of heights. You wanted to go home. You wished that you were in bed with a cup of tea, a hot water bottle, and your girlfriends curled up around you. 

“I-I’m…Tasha, I can’t do it!” You were terrified of heights. They were literally your worst fear, and now you had to face that fear with a raging fever and a runny nose. You sniffled miserably and took another terrifying step forward, stifling a yelp as a harsh gust of wind threatened to knock you over. 

“Just a few more steps, just a few more steps and we’ll be home. Wanda will make you Ramen and you can eat it in bed like the weirdo you are, then we-we’ll sleep or shower or just, come here babes. Come on, I’m right here.” 

She sounded absolutely terrified. She was, she loved you and you were in serious danger. She wished that Wanda was with you. She would just float you to safety, whereas all Natasha could do was watch and encourage.

You took another feeble step forward, clinging desperately to the ropes. You forced yourself to take a deep breath, stifling a sneeze into your shoulder. You almost fell off. Natasha screamed and you practically lept the last two planks into your girlfriend's arms.

“Oh god, oh god, you’re safe. You’re safe my sweet girl. You’re safe. I’ve got you, I’m right here. Everything is fine, everything's okay now.” You buried your head in Natasha’s chest and clung to her, afraid that you’d fall if you let go of her.

“I’m never doing that again!” You sobbed, sniffling harshly into your wrist. Natasha let out a half laugh, half sob and covered your head in kisses. She pulled your wet hair out of your eyes and back into a bun, hoping to get it off of your back. You started to pull away and she cried out, hugging you tighter. 

“I swear to god Y/n Y/l/n if you let me go I will beat the shit out of you!” Your strangled laugh rang through her ears and she held you like she’d never held you before.

“Shh, shh, I’m right here. Everything’s okay, right? You just said that, and you don’t lie to me.” You were calming her down now, realizing that she wasn’t just trembling with cold. 

“Oh Tasha, baby you’re bleeding!” You exclaimed, feeling the warm wetness cover your hand. She had a large gash on her back that oozed dark crimson blood. nShe nodded but continued to hold you.

“Let's go, home sweetheart, we’ll put the Quinjet on autopilot and I’ll patch up that cut.” Not to mention you both needed to dry off and get warm. She cleared her throat and pulled away, wiping her eyes and nose. 

“Sorry, I just…can’t lose anyone else,” She was smiling but her words were full of pain.

“I’m not going anywhere Natty, c’mon the Quinjet will be warm.” Once you were on the jet Natasha found two blankets, a first aid kit, and surprisingly (thankfully) dry clothes. As soon as the two of you had dried off and you had changed you had Natasha sit down with her back to you so that she could clean and stitch the wound.

“I’m sorry baby, I’m sorry.” You murmured, trying not to cry as she hissed at the pain brought on by the mini-medical procedure. You sniffled sleepily, trying to keep yourself from falling asleep over her.

You were feeling worse than you had before, your fever had gone up and you were completely unable to breathe through your stuffy nose. Thankfully your hands weren't shaky enough that Natasha had to wait to get home to get patched up, but these weren’t the best stitches you’d ever put in.

“You’re all set,” You put the needle down and slipped the sweatshirt over Natasha’s head, turning her around gently in the process. “We’ll be home in two hours and you should sleep.” You stroked her cheek gently and leaned over to kiss her forehead.

“Oh bubs, you’re burning, I’m fine just focus on you okay?” She took your head in your hands and a moan of please escaped your lips. She was cold and she took away some of the pain coursing through your body. Everything ached to the point where it felt as if your limbs would fall off.

Embarrassment rose high on your cheeks and you pulled yourself away, struggling to fight off the humiliation. You weren’t used to showing weakness and you hated it. The moment of fear earlier was nothing, but this…this was so many levels of not okay. This was different. Strangely enough, emotional vulnerability didn’t bother you as much. It still bothered you, but not as much.

“What, what’s wrong? You hurt, my hands are cold and it felt good. It's all okay, my detka. You don’t need to be an Avenger right now, you don’t need to be strong. I’m okay, you know that right? You fixed me yourself. So let me help you feel a little better.” There was no malice in her words, no sign that she was angry or even amused. She just sounded sad. 

“This is stupid…” You stood up and nearly collapsed against Natasha in your rush to escape your current situation. She cried out her concern but you pushed away and struggled into the cockpit. You collapsed into the chair, struggling to fight off the tears welling in your eyes. You really didn’t feel well.

“You have to know that being sick is normal. People get sick, it’s almost like it’s a normal occurrence for normal people.” Natasha teased, smiling warmly at you. You looked up with red-rimmed eyes and ducked forward with a little sneeze. 

“We aren't ‘normal’ people Natasha! We’re…we’re superheroes. We don’t get sick, this isn’t a thing!” You were getting close to what some may describe as a temper tantrum, but Natasha showed no hints of frustration. The love that gleamed in her sparking eyes hadn’t changed. 

“Y/n, bending water to your will does not mean that you are immune to diseases. Unfortunately, all of us can get sick. Just let me take care of you, alright?” She came to sit beside you and slipped her hand against yours, her fingers interlocking with your own. 

“C’mon love. Just sleep until we get home.” You shook your head, focusing on the dashboard. Your eyes were slipping closed against your will but you really didn’t want to go to sleep. Sleep lead to nightmares, nightmares led to screaming, and screaming led to Natasha worrying more.

“Okay,” She sighed allowing you to win for the moment. “You might not want to sleep, but you’re shivering and my back hurts so how about we try to get a little bit more comfortable?” You allowed yourself to nod and sniffled as she helped you up and laid you down across one of the seats. A blanket was wrapped around your shoulders and you laid against Natasha shivering relentlessly. 

You felt tears trickling down your cheeks and you didn’t have the energy to stop them. Your redhead’s hand moved to wipe them away, but she didn’t say anything. You dropped your head against her shoulder, admitting defeat in your own little way. 

“I love you.” You mumbled, unable to disguise the hoarseness in your voice. 

“I love you too, bubs.”

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“Wake up my heart,” A soft voice said, soft hands pushed hair over your eyes, and every instinct you had told you to go back to sleep. The woman chuckled warmly and you open your eyelids to see a beautiful auburn-haired woman hovering over you.

Natasha was still beside you, holding you up but it seemed like she was a little asleep as well. 

“Tasha’s hurt Wands, you gotta help.” You forced yourself to your feet and a wave of dizziness crashed over you, but you refused to let it take over. Natasha groaned quietly as the two of you helped you to her feet, but she didn’t seem to want the help.

“Guys, I’m okay. Tired not dying.” She chuckled, shifting to give Wanda a huge hug. The two kissed while you leaned against the wall, rapidly blinking your burning eyes. 

“Y/n/n’s not doing so hot, we had a pretty rough time and she’s…” You interrupted her with a miserably wet sneeze followed by a few aggressive sniffles. You nearly toppled over with the effort, but luckily you kept yourself up. 

“Aww, I’m sorry Y/n.” Wanda turned to you, a gentle smile resting on her soft pink lips. You shook your head, not quite ready to acknowledge it fully. 

“Are we really back to that? Natasha sighed, rubbing her eyes. Your other girlfriend walked over and pressed her palm to your burning skin. You let out a whoosh of air, relishing her cool touch. 

“I’m tired.” You admitted, struggling to keep yourself up. 

“Let's get you inside hun, no way you want to sleep on the jet.” Wanda put an arm around your waist and you frowned, a little confused. “Okay, put your arm around me.” You tried to, you really did but you couldn’t stand up any longer. You collapsed against the witch, trying not to cough all over her. 

“Or, just fall on me, I suppose that works.” She chuckled, using her powers to pick you back up. Natasha hurried over, but she was clearly in pain. 

“No, no ‘m fine, just need to sleep.” You protested, struggling in her grip. Both women rolled their eyes at you and you were successfully lifted up so that Wanda was carrying you bridal style. Almost without hesitation, you wrapped your arms around her neck, a little bit desperate for comfort. 

“That's good, because aside from medicine sleep is the only thing you’re getting.” 

“Stay with me tonight?” You requested, nuzzling against her chest. She hummed quietly and Natasha stifled a laugh.

“Where else would we be?” The spy asked, ruffling your hair in a mildly demeaning manner. You sniffled sleepily and rubbed your nose. 

“Cuddles?” That got a real laugh from both of them. Wanda kissed your forehead as you walked into the building. 

“Always sweet girl,” Natasha murmured. 

“Forever my heart,” Wanda replied at the same time, both of them holding you close as they carried you to your bedroom. 

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[me-uglypretty]

found home

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Natasha Romanoff

Summary: After the catastrophe of Wundagore, Wanda unknowingly finds her way into something worth living for.

Warning: (18+) fluff, mention of death and injured child | 4k words

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The wind blew a snowy storm, showering nature around in its magical white ice. For any other, it would mean for Christmas cheers to erupt, houses to be filled with colourful decorations and perhaps, the melodious carolling of a festive holiday.

But this sort, the wondrous holiday that erupts a beaming smile on faces, has only wallowed Wanda in grief. The malicious act for spreading such happiness made her spit, trying to rid of the bitter tang in her mouth, and maybe, the ache in her chest chuckling at her departed ones that left her alone.

Wanda hasn’t found a home or someone to call home. It was her, always her, and it might as well end with her.

That was expected after the dreadful years had passed. Most significantly, the months before, where her body harboured unspeakable anger and grief for what she had lost; her parents, her brother, her children. The latter provoked the worst of agony.

Her babies which she remembered birthing into the world, the ache that made her scream then smile at the sight of them. Twins just like her and Pietro. The same children which was spat by them as unreal and crafted from magic.

Wanda, a destined witch, had created them from charmed thread of crimson.

But Wanda felt them at the pad of her fingers, their silky skin, head of hair so fluffy at that age, the giggles as they ran around their shared home, the cheeky smiles after attempting a prank on each other or on her, and they were real.

Tommy and Billy were real—just not in her universe.

They loved Halloween, and she knows, Christmas would had lit their smiles brighter than the fairy lights or the moon above. They would had loved to know her Jewish heritage and in turn, were theirs too. The lighting of the menorah, and daily prayers, surely to spark joy within their innocent hearts.

It’s unfair how she could easily count the happiest moment of her life as there were so little of them. Why was her life often shelved into something not worth mentioning? Unless, she was labelled as a threat or a weapon for their war, then she exists vividly to everyone.

Wanda thought the other way—sacrifice her life for the dammed book to never fall unto anyone’s hand, and perhaps, this would grant her a one-way ticket to those who had departed too soon from her.

And yet, she strides through heavy snow. The most alive sight and the most dead inside.

In some perfect year, during this exact winter season, she could imagine them coming to her with their curious round eyes, and their hands tugging at her hands. Tommy and Billy would babble about everything that could fit their growing mind. She assumed they would had loved to celebrate everything that was a wonderous holiday. And she would had done everything for them.

Wanda continued her meaningless journey for months after. Burrowed in warmth of a fiery end, then the sight of leaves descending from grey trees and eventually, the cold that flushed her cheeks. She was simply a lost soul, wandering without a purpose or reason.

Till she heard an anguished scream.

It hauled her forward, thoughtless as she tracked through a voyage of blurry white. The forest was far from civilisation, mammoth trees situated haphazardly and bathed in white, transparent vapour consume the space from naked eyes. Therefore, worry swamped her heart from the sheer sound of unknown cries for help.

The wind couldn’t pause for her search to complete as it blew angrily, shoving her frail body from acting upon her heart’s quest and the title which they onced marketed with her name. A hero.

Wanda doesn’t surrender as she stomps, the bruises on her body cries at every strain movement, but she takes a deep breath that falls into heavy breathes after. The stained edges of her fingers ridicule her moral deeds.

“Mama! Help! I am sorry for runnin’! Mama!” a muffled voice cried, sounding of a young child in pain and danger.

Wanda’s eyes widen, verdant spheres brimming with tears as thought, she heard the whimpers of her own children. It drew her with determination, pushing through the violent storm, and ignoring the cold’s restrained of warmth from pulsing through her blood.

“Where are you?” she shouted, troubled voice clashing with the wind’s howls. “I’m here to help!” she was utterly stunned by the sound that trembled in her throat, not caused by wrecked sobs or screams of agony.

“Mama…here…”

Wanda hasn’t felt her heart thumping in fear for another—for a considerable extensive time, but now, she follows the voice with urgency.

Then, she stepped into an abnormal sight and it startled her.

A lone hand waves feebly in the air, such pale tone almost fades into the white snow and so small, she fears at every step forward. The muffled cries weaken as seconds pass and soon, she sees a bed of golden, surrounded in silvery snow.

Wanda collapsed on her knees. “Hey, I’m right here,” she murmured, hands burrowing into snow where a hand extend to a petite body, half buried in snow, and skin almost blue.

A gasped left her mouth, cries trembling in her chest as she hastily hauls the body out of the snow. The young child shivers in Wanda’s arm, weaken by unsympathetic cold, and suffering by something they preached so joyfully for. She cradled the child as her own, a young girl subdued to a blue hue, the child so delicate in her embrace, soft skin so cold and covered with red blotches that resembled a sick child.

“Where did you come from…” she mumbled to herself, while the frail child resolved to muddled babbles.

Wanda doesn’t know what she must do to save the child withering into an icy death. But the sting in her chest, a heart pulsing with a reason, and her gaze settled on her darken fingers to where her hand was tenderly pressed on the child’s cold cheek.

The Scarlet Witch is not born, she is forged.

She couldn’t disperse to that—but she had, she must, she would do everything to save this child, even if it meant breaking the promise of never tapping into her powers again.

In that imperfect year, the scariest moment triggered flashes from a past swamped with death, and with that, a witch manifested the crimson hues from within her, and the small voices of her children engulfs her sweetly. Her fingers twitches as tendrils of red swirls around her fingers then tenderly touch cold skin where flashes of red hues penetrate through the chill inhabiting an innocent body.

Wanda’s mind strolls unconsciously through the child’s life. There’s a cottage somewhere, pulsing with ardent souls, perceptible in flickers of heartfelt smiles and gleaming eyes, the gentle touch reveals one of a mother, so pure and kind.

Another memory weaves through dark puddles, blurry and depressed, and where pair of red-rimmed eyes appeared with a promise. Wanda couldn’t hear the words that was said, but she was sure, a mother had promised to protect her child from everything.

Suddenly, a voice disrupts her concentration from the blurry visuals in her mind and her eyes widened, staring ahead at the familiar silhouette standing few feet away from them.

Crimson nebula surges out of Wanda’s body and that of a young child, awakening with a loud scream, whimpering in worry and fear, then silence. The young girl stares at her with doe-eyes and a woeful smile. Small hands meet wet cheeks. Wanda’s eyes shut closed as more tears escapes from the warm touch, and she sees them, her twins smiling so widely as they embrace her warmly.

“Yelena,” a soft voice breaks into tormenting cries, “My baby, please never scare me like this…you can never leave me…”

Wanda heard the voice first and was left speechless. It wasn’t an illusion, for she sees someone so familiar, and yet, so different.

The auburn hair messily knotted into braids, tresses fell around the frame of her face, and such a brilliant hue in white space. She sees her, this woman cradling her child who almost met death, and she was murmuring of everything that wasn’t in her control, and those glossy eyes met hers.

Thank you, they conveyed, verdant irises darkening in sadness and awake in puddles of tears, and she felt her own heart response, it’s okay, it’s nothing.

Wanda remained motionless. The cold seep through her bones and her blood gnawed at her to wake. She became a vessel of life, continuously falling over one terror after another. And there was her, the familiar eyes glistening so fondly for a child in her arms, the vivid auburn hair she could recognise from miles away, and the pure tenderness in her touch for a glowing child.

Natasha Romanoff—was there, she is there, and she cradles her child affectionately while Wanda Maximoff gawked at the scene like she had witnessed the awakening of a ghost.

They had never uttered of Natasha’s death.

Only petite information was conveyed through news which same outlet praised said heroes’ for saving them. A sentence would always be dedicated to her, declaring that the infamous Black Widow had somehow, in whatever miracle, saved the world among those remarkable heroes.

Wanda never knew, till the funeral of their adored hero.

“Mama, sorry,” the young girl whispered, clinging onto her mother. “I lost…but I was found,” and a phenomenon of small finger pointing towards Wanda, flooded her with something that wasn’t dread.

Wanda’s lips quivers, eyes shutting closed, and her hands clutched onto nothing as she allowed the cold to swallow her, but it doesn’t.

A distinctive warmth embraced her body wholly, small hands holding her, then another larger hand pressed on her back. Murmurs of sweet words seeps through her heart, weaving the wound that left a daunting ache infinitely, it hauls her into a different world. A life that whispered of how; you were never bad, you were a child, you were never giving a home, you were robbed of everything you loved, but you deserve to live again and feel immense happiness.

“It’s okay,” Natasha murmured, and another voice added, “Hot chocolate makes everything better!”

Wanda’s throat burns with a sound so foreign as she laughs, joining the melodious giggles of a child and another, someone she knew from a life long gone. It hasn’t occurred to her till that precious moment; how she had used her cursed power and it had garnered the most wonderous sound, how her heart felt fulfilled to witness the reunion of a mother and a daughter, how the hands they cursed were so tender as she mended a young girl’s life.

Perhaps, she believed for that dear moment, she wasn’t the evil they had smeared on her life.

Natasha gentle tapped her shoulder, drawing her attention into those familiar eyes gleaming with such sincerity. “We live close by, and I think you had a quite a journey.”

The young child gasped, her hand seamlessly linking with Wanda’s cold one, as if the gesture was normal and the witch wasn’t a dangerous stranger, but this was someone amazing, someone who saved her, someone who the child doesn’t fear.

“I can show you my Christmas tree!”

Natasha eyes plead silently for an acceptance, and swims with reassurance. As though, she saw beyond skin, and beyond the horrid that was threaded with Wanda’s life, and found nothing to detest. In fact, she viewed her as more than a wicked witch.

“It’s okay,” Natasha comforted her.

And a great deal was struck.

An unusual warmth woke the witch, who was buried beneath a thick blanket, and at first, she panicked, then she spends a considerable amount of time recounting the events from the previous evening. In which she basked the hospitality dispensed on her wounded self, a warm home at her reach, and food that tasted so good, she couldn’t remember the last time she ate.

And that of a child, withering to death.

And of a friend, waken from the death.

How many truths must remain undiscovered till she appears, wounded and seeking for more that it must find its way to her at that moment?

Natasha had met death at a cliff, as she was vaguely told. Clint was red-faced, avoided meeting her gaze and when he finally does, there was a glimpse of someone different and he was hiding himself from her.

“She was stronger,” he uttered, convincing Wanda from her questions. “Vision was too.”

Though, at that gloomy hour, her mind wasn’t decaying on the through of Vision. She wasn’t feeling dread to know his death was real, because she knew of him—a robot with a mind so beyond what imagined, and he shared the same cursed stone which connected them.

But she was thinking of her.

“You are awake!”

Wanda doesn’t stop the smile from tracing her lips so happily, or when small hands grasps her own. It fuels her heart, the air so light there, and reasoning doesn’t appear to stop her from feeling joy as a young child easily climbs on the couch and sits by her side.

“Mama’s sleepin’ and we must make breakfast!” Yelena spoke in hushed excitement, then continued in an altered tone, “I want to say sorry to mama, but I can’t reach the stove.”

The young child beams at her, a gap placing at the front of her teeth, and blue eyes widened in anticipation. Yelena was extremely convincing as Wanda allowed her lower limps to be led by the demand of a child. It makes her happy to witness the colours fill the young child’s skin that the horrid hue.

Natasha was beyond grateful. The magic used wasn’t an issue, neither was Wanda’s astonished look at sheer kindness. It was a serene sight, a friend she knew grasping her hand while the other held by a child and leading her through a path to where a small cottage hid from plain sight.

The brief introduction meant no harm, only a formal greeting to which they undoubtedly referred to her as one of them—not someone evil or cursed.

Wanda nodded her head. “What are we making?”

These two hands, one that summoned her then the other that lead her to warmth, cheerfully grasps her hands again. Yelena beckoned the adult into the kitchen which was divided from the hall room with a wooden wall.

Wanda halted the journey, her hand rested on the picture frame that was hanging from the wall. Without analysis the how’s and more, a wide smile graces her lips and when her gaze falls toward the young child, Yelena was equally happy to where her attention had fell upon.

A small voice hummed, then blew a deep breath. “Mama said this was our first picture together.”

In the picture, Natasha appeared tired by the dark circles beneath her eyes, but a toothy smile was on her face as she held a baby. Love blooms so effortlessly and honestly. A beautiful sight that made her heart flutter.

She thought to herself—as the child guided her to where the equipment was kept out of a young child’s reach—that this family must remain here forever, happy like this, and nothing should ever harm them. A witch proclaimed a promise at a vital moment, she may had been predicted as the worst, but she would protect this family till her final breath.

A tug on her burrowed sweater wakes her attention from the picture to where Yelena was waiting for her help. Wanda shakes her head, clearing her mind and immersing herself into one purpose; help the young child to make breakfast.

“What are we making for your mama?” she questioned, hands falling on her waist as she waited.

Yelena buzzed excitedly. “Mac and cheese!”

Wanda laughed amusedly. The sound so pleasant in her chest. “Is that your mother’s favourite or yours?”

There’s a fleeting look in those round eyes, swimming in innocence and adoration, but the noticeable trace of cheekiness that made Wanda smile. She doesn’t stop herself from helping make breakfast, where a soft declaration of sous-chef made the young child more excited in their little task.

It wasn’t confusing nor hard once she had figured out where everything was placed. Their kitchen was stocked with food, vegetables and meat, Natasha’s supposed favourite instant food was stacked over the other in a rectangular cabinet. Her body relaxed as she happily cooked and the sound of Yelena’s giggles made it better.

The young child hums a melody at random and submerge her mind into that, her own consciousness following the humming as they moved freely in the kitchen. A soft voice echoes instruction which was soundly obeyed. The concluding breakfast left a hungry aroma in the air and she heard the faint sound of stomach rumbling.

“Why don’t we make mama with breakfast in bed?”

Yelena agreed, readily picking up the tray of macaroni and cheese. “This is heavy,” she huffed, then considered the statement. “No, it’s light because I am strong.”

Unbeknownst to the bubbly young child, tendrils of red weaves beneath the tray and supplied an elevated boost, aiding the weight from seeming too heavy. Wanda’s fingers discretely wiggle in motion of where Yelena’s body was swaying as she rushed to where her mother’s room was situated.

Small hands push the door open while the other held the tray, such multitasking would had amazed a young mind—if not for her excitement to surprise her mother and Wanda’s hushed assistance, or they would had ended up scrapping the fallen breakfast from the floor.

“Mama? Good mornin’!”

Wanda felt her heart’s rapid pulse, thumping a loud sound that carried to her ears clearly. She was afraid of crossing the unseen border of privacy, but still, she stood behind the petite body with her arms crossed in sought of comfort from her own body.

The mother of an enthusiastic child wakes with a similar thrill. “Lena, good morning, my baby. What’s this?” Natasha’s questioned fell upon the answer in the form an adult hovering close by.

“Breakfast….Aunty Max help and I was a….sue chef!” Yelena eagerly answered, pushing the tray to her mother’s hold. Her muddled pronunciation roused smiles on the adults.

When the wide tray was under Natasha’s hand, a look of shock flashes on her face, then—as if she knew the caused, her gleaming eyes fell upon the hint of crimson that twirls seamlessly on her guest’s fingers, and she was pleased.

“Did you say thank you?”

Yelena, who appeared sadden, at once shifts her attention to Wanda. “I am sorry, Aunty Max. Thank you for helping me,” she reached her hand, tugging at the sweater as before.

Instantly, Wanda bend her knees, levelling her gaze with that of a young child exuding such kindness.  “You’re very welcome,” she muttered, her hands acted on impulse as they rest firmly on round cheeks. “It’s okay,” she added, like she needed the child to know that nothing was wrong.

“Max, join us for breakfast?” Natasha’s voice edge with a tone she couldn’t decipher, but when her sight met someone she knew, it’s the utter reassurance that made her follow small steps onto the bed.

The tray was placed rigidly on Natasha’s lap while her daughter sat opposite with her legs crossed and beaming for her mother’s response. Wanda teeth was caught between her bottom lip nervously, till those eyes met hers.

“Come closer, we won’t bite,” Natasha teased, enticing the warmness sentiment in her chest. “Here,” she patted over the space beside her.

A mother, a daughter and a witch situated on a bed together, sharing a bowl of cheesy macaroni. The mumble of compliments that fell from full mouths, those innocent giggles and voice that made her smile wider till her cheeks ached, and the gentleness that was conveyed at very gentle graze of skin and the sweet smile of her.

Despite her obvious label of a stranger, she hasn’t felt this belonged—not since her family was alive, not since her brother was by her side, not since forever.

As they enjoy breakfast together, Wanda doesn’t think beyond the pain that wagged at her sheer joy or her stained fingers, but she descends into a world where she was loved. Their voice trembled at times, stammering out sentences that worries her heart, then she sees the young girl reaching for her hand and she found peace again.

A world where she wasn’t forced into their chosen image.

She was, she is Wanda Maximoff.

A feather like touch rouse a tired Wanda from sleeping throughout the morning. A smile slips through her façade, she felt those warm and tiny fingers prodding at her face with giggles. She waited, for a second then two, and she abruptly grabs the hands from their continuous agitation.

“Caught you!” Wanda exclaimed, as the petite body falls over her in heaps of laughter. “Oh no, you’re not escaping,” she claimed between heavy breathes, her own laughter merging with those of a child as her fingers tickles Yelena’s sides.

“Mama help!” Yelena screeched, trying to push Wanda’s hand. “Mama! Help! No, mommy, I’m gonna pee!” she yelped when her body was carried into the arms of her mother.

“Oh yeah? Where’s mama? I’m sure she put you up to this, uh?” Wanda’s playful bantered wakes cheerful giggles from the young child.

A year had passed. The worry of the first hour faded, each day prospered into a tranquillity and calm life and Wanda resumed the unknown path wearily, but eventually, life became better by Natasha and Yelena’s side. Her own beautiful family with her wife and daughter.

Yelena rested her head on Wanda’s shoulder, small arms looping around her mother’s neck. “We have a surprise for you, mommy.”

A soft kiss was pressed on the side of her daughter’s head as Wanda walked them out from the bedroom. Conversations were exchanged, the little whispers of seeing an eagle out the window, questions on if they could play in the snow later, and if Alexie was still dressing up as Santa Claus.

Yelena doesn’t like her grandfather’s attempt of Christmas traditions. She was beyond smart at her young age. Wanda doesn’t doubt her daughter’s intelligence. In fact, she agreed with Natasha when decided that their daughter would do great things when she’s older.

“Wait, mommy, close eyes,” the request was completed by small hands trying to shield Wanda’s eyes from seeing anything. “Walk slowly, mommy, like a snail!”

A heartfelt laugh leaves her mouth as she obeyed her daughter’s order, till they reach the hall room.

Yelena lifts her hands from her mother’s face. “Open your eyes slowly.”

When her eyes flutter open, at such a slow phase, the expected giggle made her smile happily, and the sight that met her first—

“It was too late last year…and we’re together now, and I think— we think you might like this surprise,” Natasha uttered nervously, fingers twitches and lips pursed as she waited for a reaction.

Wanda was speechless.

There stood her wife, dear Natasha, so beautiful and so kind—and she held a silver menorah, embedded on it was a beautiful design, different form the one owned by her family, nevertheless, still so beautiful beneath the faux white light.

“I don’t know much, but this was…”

And that moment, Wanda lips quivers, gleaming verdant eyes blurs through the tears that spills down her cheeks. Small hands met her cheeks, words of comfort seeps through her chest and to her heart, where it thumps happily—because she found home.

Wanda shifts her gaze to the round eyes of her daughter. “It’s beautiful,” she murmured, slowly untangling the young child from her body and settling her down. “It’s beautiful,” she repeated, this time, those words were directed to her wife.

Natasha had done everything in her capability to ensure a witch felt home. The scene that unfold of her daughter’s near-death experience and the threatening red hues didn’t dither her away. But Natasha stayed by her, guiding Wanda through a different universe, not sparking her own ignorant opinion of a devastated life. She was cradling her warmly like it was meant to happen; the bond of two.

“Natasha,” she whispered, her accented voice appeared heavy as emotions overflows in her chest. “This is perfect.”   

Wanda takes the step forward. It was better. She doesn’t have to search throughout the universe to find someone else’s joy and make it her own, because she found her own family here. The simplified life in a hidden forest, where vibrant colours were painted across the sky, stars that twinkled so magically at night and the moon glowing so beautifully, where they were together with nature and safe.

This is home, she confessed to herself as trembling hands grasps the menorah. Natasha doesn’t release her hold on the significant ceremonial symbol. Their fingers brush for the slightest moment, before body mend, and the muffled sob that leaves Wanda’s mouth, ushered waves of consolation.

“Mommy, don’t cry,” a soft worried voice utter, then she heard another whisper to her ear. “Don’t cry, my love.”

Wanda shakes her head, muffled laughter wakes as her cries fade into those of happiness. “I’m not sad. I promise. I’m so— I’m so happy, I’m just so happy.”

A family held each other, comforting the other from sadness and flourishing in warmth. Life had never flush in such vibrant colours before.

That night, they lit the candle on the menorah, and the flames casted over their face gleaming of joy.

At that vital moment, she thought of her sons and how they would had loved this—they would had loved Natasha and Yelena. Her mother, father, and Pietro would had bounced in joy for the family she found. They would had rejoiced in her happiness.

“You changed our life,” Natasha muttered, wrapping her arms around Wanda’s waist as they faced each other. “You saved our daughter…and here we are…”

“Both of you saved mine,” Wanda smiles giddily as their forehead touched. “And here we are…”

Natasha’s lips inched closer to hers, and they meet in a tender kiss. Wanda’s thumbs grazed the curves of her wife’s cheeks, her lips parted as velvety tongue glides across her bottom lip, and she hummed, feeling hands firmly resting on her waist.

“I love you,” she murmured, feeling a smile tracing on her wife’s lips.

And they stayed there together, swaying to the wind’s gentle whistle. The soft snore of their daughter resonates in the room, alongside bed of logs flickering as it burns to ashes.

For once, she was submerged in everlasting love and cheers, colourful decorations and melodious songs that played throughout the year—and so on, so wondrously beautiful as every little second with her family erupts a warmth in her chest.

Wanda found home and promised to stay by their side till the end.

#winter things #wandanat #wanda maximoff x natasha romanoff #natasha romanoff x wanda waximoff #scarlet witch x black widow #wanda maximoff #natasha romanoff

[marvelfilth]

Need (18+)

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x f!reader x Wanda Maximoff

Warnings: g!p Natasha Romanoff, g!p Wanda Maximoff, implied influence of sex pollen, PWP, threesome, unprotected sex, blow job

Summary: absolutely zero plot, straight up PWP

Masterlist

You finally let yourself relax for the first time in the past two days, closing your eyes and throwing yourself on the couch.

You hate stealth missions. You are more of an explosion type of girl, coming in with a bang, kicking some ass and leaving as soon as possible, but this - staying hidden, moving in shadows, and sneaking behind people's backs - this is more of a Natasha thing, which is why she is the one in charge.

You sigh, turning your head to look at the redhead. She is bent over some documents, her brows furrowed in deep thought. Wanda appears by her side a moment later, drops of sweat rolling down her temples.

You sit up, and focus on the women in front of you. Hours ago something went wrong when you split up, they came back looking as guilty as ever, reassuring you that everything was alright, and you believed them then. Now you're not so sure.

"Is everything okay?" You ask, pinning them down with your eyes.

Wanda jumps in surprise and moves to stand behind the table, slightly bending over. Your eyes narrow at the sight.

"Everything is alright. You should go to the store, we don't have anything to eat," Natasha says through gritted teeth, not meeting your eyes.

Your mouth opens in shock, eyes straying to Wanda's in search of support, but you find her in a similar state - eyes dark and jaw clenched tight.

"You two go to the store. Maybe some fresh air will help you get your shit together." You huff, choosing to walk away from the women and hole up in your room, but when you pass by Wanda, your hand accidentally grazing hers, she lets out an actual growl, the wood of the table squeaking in her hold. Her eyes burn bright red, her mouth open as she pants heavily.

"What's wrong?" You hurry to her side, cupping her jaw to inspect her face, and her hips thrust forward, her eyes closing as she whines.

"You need to go." Natasha's low voice reaches your ears, making you look at the redhead. "Leave, before it's too late."

You blink and take a step back, concern swirling in your chest. "What is going on? Let me help."

Wanda takes a deep breath, her hands trembling as she reaches for your hand.

"Wanda," Natasha warns, her tone steel-like, but Wanda pays her no mind, her fingers hot on your arm as she pulls you flush against her front, burrowing her nose in the back of your neck and grinding her hips against your backside, her rock hard cock straining in the confines of her pants.

You gasp, unconsciously arching your back to meet her messy humps, her hands curling around your waist, her mouth hot on your neck. "W-wanda."

Natasha walks around the table and you finally see her fully, see the bulge in her pants, see the veins in her tense forearms. "Leave," she croaks, "before we completely lose control."

You let an involuntary whimper, the sound making Natasha pounce on you with animalistic need. Her lips are on yours, enveloping you in their warmth, her hands are rough on your hips, squeezing and tugging you away from the other woman, but Wanda doesn't budge, growling against your neck and holding on to your waist.

Natasha stumbles back, breathless, and closes her eyes tightly, her fists clenched tight. "This is your last chance. If you don't leave now, we'll take it as your permission to do whatever we want to you."

Wanda hums against the slope of your neck, nipping and sucking on the tender skin, her hot tongue soothing the sting. You gulp, head falling back against her shoulder.

"Use me," you whisper, "do whatever you want."

Natasha's eyes flash, and then she's pushing you down to your knees. Your mouth falls open as her pants and underwear slide down her legs. Her fat cock stands proudly against her stomach, precum leaking down the tip. You barely have enough time to wet your lips before she pushes it down your throat, holding your face between her hands and fucking your mouth like her life depends on it. She throws her head back, strands of her fiery red hair framing her face as she loses herself in her desire.

Wanda mewls beside you, and you glance at her, eyes widening when you see her straining cock in her fist. She pumps it fast, her eyes on you, and you reach out, your fingers wrapping around the length. She closes her eyes, her hands settle on your shoulders as you slowly jerk her off, your throat burning from Natasha's cock. She pulls away to let you take a breath, but you don't have enough time for that - Wanda immediately takes her place, shoving herself into your mouth, her balls slapping against your chin.

You blink back tears, trying to relax your throat, but still gagging on her length.

"M'sorry, detka," she murmurs, "you'll have to take it all."

Natasha taps her tip on your cheek, her fingers tangling in your hair. You pull away, finally allowed to breathe properly, and clench your thighs at the sight of their cocks in front of your face, your wetness staining your sleep shorts as you subtly grind on your heel.

Natasha growls, and then you're pulled off the floor and thrown over the spy's shoulder. She carries you to her bedroom with ease, and throws you on the bed. Wanda hurriedly tugs off your clothes, almost ripping your underwear in haste to get you naked. Natasha is on you the second you're laid bare, ready to claim your most vulnerable part. You spread your legs, bending them at your knees, your thighs wet with your arousal. Natasha tugs you closer, and forces you on your hands and knees.

"Better," she husks, the tip of her cock pushing between your folds and into your tight heat, your walls clenching tightly around her shaft. She moans, thrusting balls deep, "Such a good pussy, taking me like a good slut."

You cry out, mouth falling wide open, and see Wanda settle in front of you, her cock still wet with your spit. She takes hold of your jaw and pushes your head down, simultaneously thrusting her cock deep inside your throat. "Fuck, Nat, we should've done this sooner."

They fuck you like you're a common whore, using your holes to their liking, Wanda's balls slapping against your chin, Natasha's palms placed possessively on your ass. You gag on the witch's shaft, tears streaming down your face, but she's too far gone in her pleasure to notice, hips snapping faster with each thrust. Natasha's length spreads your cunt almost painfully, the tip of her thick cock pushing against your cervix with each rough thrust.

Your moans send vibrations through Wanda's length, making the young witch cry out, her abs taut with tension, fingers pulling at your hair harshly. She comes down your throat with a loud moan, making you gag on her cum. You pull away, struggling to swallow the load that leaks all over your face and chest.

Natasha's thrusts become erratic as she gets closer to her own release, her fat cock sloshing in your wetness.

"Tasha- ah, please," you gasp, and she flips you on your back, changing the angle.

"Louder, baby," she pants, snapping her hips faster, her fingers leaving bruises on your hips. "I want everyone to know what a cock slut you are." Her dirty words make your head spin, your walls clenching around her thickness, trying to swallow her in.

Wanda throws one led over your stomach, now hovering over you, and pushes your breasts together before thrusting her cock between them. You eagerly open your mouth, welcoming the reddened tip. She whines and mewls as she plays with your breasts, her thumbs stroking your nipples, ready to come again just from the sight below her.

Your legs are spread wider before they're thrown over Nat's shoulders. She presses her palm against the bulge in your belly, making you scream, "Yes! Ah- Nat… Yes, yes, yes- deeper, I need you deeper."

Your eyes roll to the back of your head as she thrusts one last time, releasing a load of cum into your clenching heat. The pressure inside you releases as you're hit by the most powerful orgasm you've ever had. A few seconds later Wanda follows, forcing your jaw open and thrusting the tip of her cock inside. This time you swallow it all.

She falls on the bed beside you, her body glistening with sweat as you both catch your breath. Natasha slowly pulls out, gently massaging your thighs before taking place on your other side.

"We're not done," she whispers against your ear, her palm cupping your pussy. "We're not done until we've used every single one of your holes. And after that we'll go back to the compound, and we'll do it again and again and again."

Wanda nods, grinning wolfishly, and settles over you, her cock on your lower stomach, ready to fulfill Natasha's promise.

You gulp and spread your legs wider, ready to give them everything.

#natasha romanoff x reader #natasha romanoff smut #wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximoff smut #wandanat x reader #wandanat smut #natasha romanoff x you #wanda maximoff x you #black widow x reader #scarlet witch x reader

[romanoffshouse]

Wanda: Name something you believed in as a child that you no longer do as an adult.

Y/N: myself

Wanda:

Natasha:

Natasha: detka, are you okay?

#incorrect marvel quotes #marvel incorrect quotes #incorrect mcu quotes #natasha romanoff #natasha romanoff x you #natasha romanoff x reader #natasha x you #natasha x reader #black widow #black widow x reader #wanda maximoff #wanda maximoff x you #wanda maximoff x reader #wanda x reader #wanda x you #the scarlet witch #scarlet witch x reader #scarlet witch #marvel #marvel x reader #the avengers

[rxmqnova]

Natasha: Is this your plan B?

Y/N: Technically, this is plan P.

Natasha: Plan P? Is there a plan M?

Y/N: Yes, but I marry Wanda in plan M.

Wanda: I like plan M.

#source: incorrect quotes generator #incorrect marvel quotes #marvel incorrect quotes #incorrect quotes #wanda maximoff #wanda x y/n #wanda x you #wanda x reader #wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximoff x y/n #wanda maximoff x you #scarlet witch #natasha romanoff #black widow #natasha x reader #natasha x y/n #natasha romanoff x reader #natasha romanoff x you #natasha x you

[marigoldenblooms]

That's a Wrap - One Shot

Pairing: Director!Natasha x Fem!Actor!Reader x Actor!Wanda (MINORS DNI - 18+)

Summary: You and Wanda can’t seem to get this scene right. With your director’s help, you manage.

MINORS DNI - 18+

Tags: Is Y/N in the room with us right now (They aren’t), Dom!Natasha, Switch!Wanda, Bottom!Reader. Dub-con, power dynamic (Director/Actor), voyeurism, degradation, praise, semi-public sex, semi-orgasm denial, light edging, objectification, oral (W receiving), fingering (R receiving), strap-on use(R receiving), some pet names (baby, sweetheart, darling, ma’am, Tasha(For N), Wan/Wands(For W), Mommy(For W, used loosely)), Nat calls her strap her dick, semi-previous established relationship? Porn with plot, clothed sex, sextape, light aftercare, fluff at the end. 

A/N: Welcome to the first issue of Smut Saturdays! Want to really create some good shit in this genre, so I'm posting at least one spicy fic every Saturday (if I can help it)! This came to me in a vision (called the five minutes before my math class)- After my last smut fic did well (An Important Lesson, Prof!Wanda x Reader, which you can read here), I thought I’d do some WandaNat practice! Not proofread, written in the span of an evening. This is a crime against intimacy coordinators, I’m so sorry. Asides over. Natasha wears a strap to her films and she can dick me down with it, please and thank you!

Word Count: 2.4k - Read Length: 8 minutes, 49 seconds.

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It was never fun when the producers came by. 

They’d always arrive in droves of two or three, never the top dog- as if Natasha’s ‘avant-garde chick flick’, as they called it, wasn’t worth their time. They certainly treated it as much. Today was the worst day for them to arrive, in pressed jackets and always on a phone call, because today you were filming the sex scene. It was more of a ‘romance’ scene, with alluring cinematography and enough passion to make your eyes fall out, yet you hadn’t even gotten to remove any clothes from your beautiful costar- Wanda. You knew she was incredible, her previous films as a fem fatale showing her dominant streak, however the spark couldn’t burn when interruptions from the suits kept happening. You weren’t on a porn set, and yet sometimes you wish you were. Might’ve been faster, or at least more fun. 

“From the top,” A groveled voice muttered, Natasha’s steely gaze breaking into your skull-  though a part of you wished she’d break your back. The redhead had always been an inspiration, one of the leading reasons for your participation in her project, besides her being so fine. But now, she looked pissed, worn down by hours of appeasing the producer’s half-baked suggestions and guarding you and Wanda from their prying eyes. “Yes Ma’am,” you replied, earning a slight chuckle from your director, the twinkle in her eye not lost on you- she was on her last legs, but it was yours and Wanda’s compliance that kept her going.

You’d return to your blocking, centered in the middle of your ‘apartment bedroom’, with Wanda’s hand placed gently on your waist. Your roles were lovers, reuniting after a long day of hardship, slowing down after it all. You’d stare up at her, the mild exasperation in your expression making her smile. She’d send a wink down to you, muttering something about being ‘bored too’, but ‘not hating kissing you again’, or the like. She’d invited you out to coffee tonight, and especially after a day like this, you’d take it. Perhaps you’d even forget the paparazzi and really kiss her as you’d been wanting to do this whole shoot. Throw a bone to the fanfiction writers and make their canon comply with reality. Maybe. It was Natasha’s words which startled you from your thoughts, a look of tenderness overcoming your face as you’d sink into your character, “Action!” 

Within an instant, Wanda hiked her hands under the hem of your shirt, eyes darting down to your face. Her palms were warm against you, smooth against your soft skin, as your head rested gently on her shoulder. She’d tug at the fabric- and you’d send her a quick nod, smiling as you’d lean up to capture her lips in yours-

 “Well that’s not very marketable!” A producer would crow, scoffing with both his hands outstretched towards the two of you. You’d freeze, feeling all of the passion drain out from the scene, no more than a shell of itself. His bald head wasn’t very marketable, looking like a morally dubious Mr. Clean- and yet you didn’t comment on it. He’d look at Natasha, the woman pinching the bridge of her nose with a stern sigh, and you gulped. Oh, shit. She was going to lose it. “Can’t you get their clothes off faster? Our focus groups won’t wait around for-”

“Fucking Christ, get- out!” Natasha shouted, a growl in her tone bringing heat to your face. She scowled, roaring to the surrounding suits, “Leave, get off my set- it’s my fucking turn to direct them.” Her hands would fan away their deer-in-headlights looks, ushering them out before locking the door. Her fiery gaze would bore into you then, jaw locked as her heels would click towards you and Wanda, many feet apart. 

The two shared a knowing nod- And before you could speak, your director grabbed Wanda by her shirt collar and pulled her into a bruising kiss. Your jaw would drop as the brunette’s eyes widened, fluttering shut as Wanda moaned into the embrace- Natasha’s hands planted firmly on her tits. She’d squeeze them, earning a gasp from Wanda, your costar’s head swung back as Natasha swiped her thumbs across her nipples. Your director’s gaze would strike yours, and you understood why Wanda’s submission was so quick. You shuddered at the redhead’s gleaming smirk, her voice a husked whisper, “Get those clothes off and get on the bed for me, baby. Now.” 

“Yes, Ma’am.” Your reply was instant, Natasha’s grin only widening as you’d shed your layers, kneeling on the mattress’s soft sheets. They were cold, goosebumps settling up your spine yet you wouldn’t move, eyes trained obediently on Natasha. You were so perfect for her. 

Natasha’s mouth would return to Wanda’s, pressing her into the faux wall that had outlined the bedroom. Her hand would splay against Wanda’s stomach, and you saw how she hiked up the shirt there, continuing to palm her tits while unclasping Wanda’s bra with the other. She’d pepper kisses across the brunette’s neck, sucking hickeys the lower she’d go. 

They’d part only so Wanda’s top could come completely off, your director keeping a claiming touch on Wanda’s hip as she’d look back at you over her shoulder. Her hair was wild, mused from Wanda’s hands slung loosely around her shoulders while her expression remained flushed, dark eyes darting down to the slick that pooled between your legs. Wanda’s voice would ring to you, almost reverent as her hips would stutter against Natasha’s, “She’s fucking drooling for us, Tasha..” 

The redhead would bite back a smirk as she’d watch you twitch. You ached to touch them, yourself, anything- your hands already balled into fists on your thighs, legs rubbing together, desperate for friction. But neither had given the command, and you had an inkling from their hungry looks that they wanted you needy, right where they had you. Natasha’s rasp came second, “Then show her what I taught you.”

Wanda would reach you first, discarding the rest of her clothes in the process. Her hands trailed warm touches up your legs and to your chest, digging into your soft flesh as her lips would meet yours. It was explosive, sweet and tender yet with a ferocity that claimed you quickly, heating up your skin as her knee would slot between your thighs. You’d feel Natasha’s calloused fingers on the small of your back, the sinking of her weight in the mattress behind you, and her tone husked in your ear, “Stretch her out for me, Wan- like we practiced.” Your director’s words sent a buzz to your core, cunt grinding mercilessly into the sheets below as Wanda’s hand would trail there, dragging two fingers along your folds before arcing dazzling circles around your clit. 

You’d eagerly press your hips into her touch, moaning lowly as she’d chuckle, “So wet for me, sweetheart…bet I can just slip right in.” She’d coax her fingers inside, your pussy walls taking her gladly as Wanda curled her digits against that spongy spot. Your back would arch, head growing fuzzy as you’d feel your slick drip down her hand. Her thumb would press into your clit as you’d buck your hips against her, cursing a quick “Fuck-” which was quickly swallowed up by Wanda’s mouth. She’d bite your lip, dragging it with her teeth as she’d settle into her rhythm, spare hand palming your tits with a rougher grasp, “Been waiting for this, haven’t you sweetheart- pretty whore, just for us.”

 “Mhm, good girl just wants to be fucked, don’t you?” Natasha would grit, and you could see her stroking something behind your back. She’d unzipped her slacks- her strap heavy in her hand, glistening with the spit she’d gathered in her palm. Natasha bucked her hips against her hold, cursing as the cock’s base would rub against her clit. She looked incredible, sweat across her brow as her hand would clench around the toy, like she could feel it. “Keep going, Wands- want her perfect for my dick.”

 Natasha would pant, breathing ragged as her hand moved in time with Wanda’s fingers- curling into you almost torturously, feeling your cunt clench around her. The brunette’s kiss would claim you again, moaning into her warmth as her thumb would circle your clit. She’d sigh almost lovingly, fondness overtaking her expression as your head found the crook of her neck, “She’s already perfect, Tasha-” She’d coo, although her hand wouldn’t stop, gasping at the squelching sound of her fingers up your cunt, “This pussy was made for us, darling.” 

Their words and touch brought you so close, yet Wanda’s hands slowed down when she felt your legs quiver or your breathing seize up, never giving you what you needed. You’d squirm against Wanda, begging for more, a lingering touch, anything-  “Please, Wan- I‘m so close,” You whined, earning a tut from your costar. She’d devour your pleas, lost to time as her mouth would reach yours, softer than before. You felt her sympathetic smile against you as she’d shake her head, locking eyes with Natasha’s heavy stare, “Not yet, sweetheart..It’s not my turn anymore.”

The redhead groaned when Wanda slid her fingers out of you, her fingers shimmering with your arousal. Your walls fluttered around nothing, aching for anyone’s touch as you felt Natasha’s rugged grasp on your hips, pulling you up and back so your pelvis was against hers. The strap had warmed in her hand, dragging between your legs. You were dripping for her, soft sparks of pleasure seizing you as her tip would brush against your clit. Her voice would thunder through you, almost delirious with her own need, “Fucking finally..want this pussy all to myself…” 

Wanda would chuckle at that, your director kneading at your hips as Wanda’s thighs settled in front of your mouth, your arms propping yourself just above her soaked cunt. “We promised to share, Tasha..” She’d croon, face flushed and touch softer than Natasha’s as she’d cradle your face in her palms, “Such a pretty girl..are you ready for your reward, darling?” You nodded, a flurry of sensation hitting you all at once- Natasha’s strap sinking into you as the redhead would push your shoulder blades down, pressing your face between Wanda’s legs. 

The stretch was incredible, the woman behind you vicious as she’d drive her dick into you, bottoming out as your mouth would be smothered against Wanda’s cunt. Each thrust would drive Wanda crazy, your gasps and whimpers vibrating right into her core, especially as you’d flat your tongue against her clit, suckling on the sensitive nub. Her thighs would threaten to shut on you, her stretched words lost in your pussydrunk haze, “Yes, like that sweetheart- such a good girl..-” Natasha would rock her hips into yours, pace bruising as she’d pull your thighs flush to hers. You’d hear her muffled curses as she’d bottom out again, sighing as if she could feel you clench around her. “Baby..fuck, so perfect for us…” Wanda’s hands would thread into your hair, anchoring her hold on you as she’d press your face further into her cunt. 

The sight would echo a curse from Natasha’s mouth, her hips growing a little more erratic, “Fucking christ, she’s our perfect little whore, aren’t you baby-” You’d try to nod, moaning as Natasha’s hand would press further into your back, keeping you from moving an inch, “Don’t even think, baby- just fucking take it, fuck-” 

Time would seem to slow, your brain fuzzing into blissful static as you’d feel Wanda’s thighs tremor around your head, her grip tightening as she’d see your body tremble in Natasha’s touch. “Come with me, sweetheart- be a good girl and come for Mommy.” Her saccharine words spurred you into a blinding release, your tongue working Wanda through her orgasm as your body quaked with your own. You’d feel Natasha follow shortly thereafter, cursing aloud as she’d pull herself out of you, watching as you’d clench around nothing. Her hands would immediately find your waist, bringing you gently up to kneel with your back against her clothed front. 

Panting, your arms would shake as you’d catch your breath, leaning up to wipe your mouth with the back of your hand. You could feel both women’s eyes on you as you’d suckle on your fingers, cleaning up with an exaggerated moan, looking towards Wanda as you’d pop your hand out of your mouth, your words almost dreamy, “Mmm, so good, Wan..” You’d giggle as Wanda’s face would alight in blush, although the clink of metal and fabric drove you away from your teasing.

Natasha’s hands would be rushed as she’d pull her pants and harness down, eyes heavy with a lust that made you shudder, “Switch with me, Wands-” She’d grit, thrusting the strap in her general direction before settling calloused palms on your still quivering thighs, her gaze boring into yours, “It’s my turn for her mouth.” 

Wanda’s smirk was immediate, sending you another sly wink, “Gladly.” 

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Unbeknownst to the three of you, the cameras had never stopped rolling. That film would never be seen by the public, kept hidden once you left the building. Not to say it couldn't be enjoyed by you three, though.

Natasha and Wanda took you out to coffee afterwards as the brunette had promised. They explained their prior agreement to ‘test the waters’ with you, Wanda working with Natasha on a plan to woo you both in and out of character. The date went well, although with much less lingering glances and more almost-fucking in the back of Wanda’s car afterwards. It was there that the public and paparazzi learned of your relationship, although their camera flash thankfully stopped any romance before it got good. You weren’t on a porn set, after all- and Wanda kept your half-nude form hidden while Natasha cursed out the press. All in a day’s work. 

Unfortunately, the day’s work began anew the next day. Filming the romance scene was no difficult measure now, but Natasha’s grin and Wanda’s wandering hands blurred the lines of professionalism. The film crew couldn’t care less, a few of them- such as Kate, a script supervisor- mentioned how they knew it would happen eventually (and won a bet with Peter, who said it’d take until the award show for you three to get together). 

However, once you three escaped into Natasha’s office for some ‘paperwork’ as she’d called it, it didn’t matter. They were yours, and that was enough.  ~~~

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[gfmaximoff]

Yelena: It’s really frustrating.

Kate: What is it?

Yelena: Watching Y/N openly flirt with Wanda and Wanda not realizing it.

Kate, wearing a "Date Me Yelena Pls" shirt: Haha yeah, she's so oblivious.

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[fandomnerd9602]

Wanda and Natasha walk into the diner and wrap Y/N in a hug…

Natasha: hey Y/N what’s wrong?

Y/N: my date never showed up

Wanda: oh detka. We will make it all feel better

Natasha: that girl wasn’t worth your time.

Y/N: wait! How would you know?

Wanda: I may have used some magic on her to make sure she wouldn’t show up

Y/N: what?!

Natasha: shh…you’re all ours now

Wanda: (purrs) we’ll be better girlfriends than she ever could be.

Y/N: o-okay

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[jay-ce01]

Wanda and Y/n are sitting at the counter.

Wanda : Tony told me he saw you kissing a woman earlier

Y/n : Me ? With a women ? *snorts* Nah, i don’t like women

Nat : *walks in* who doesn’t like women ?

Wanda : Y/n apparently

Nat : Weird, cuz i’m pretty sure my head between your thighs last night means otherwise *walks out grinning*

Y/n : *covers her face with her palms*

Wanda : I didn’t need to know that !

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[yourlovergorl]

Y/n, gardening: Hey, can you bring me a hoe?

Wanda: Yeah, sure.

*A few minutes later*

Wanda: Here you go.

Y/n:

Wanda:

Natasha: Why am I here?

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[dc-marvel-life]

Perfect Fit Part 7

Pairing: Natasha x Wanda x reader

Word Count: ~2.3k

Summary: Y/N is the new member joining the Avengers that came from a top-secret program in SHIELD that she was in all her life. Now that she has joined the team, she is experiencing life for the first time. She has caught the eye of the two most powerful women on the team.

A/N: Look at me posting two parts in one week. Thank you to everyone that has been reading along with the story. Hope you enjoy this chapter because things are getting good. Please like, comment, and repost!

Part 1 Part 2  Part 3  Part 4  Part 5 Part 6

After Tony’s request to start a game night, the team enters the living room. The atmosphere in the room is fantastic, and everyone is ready to start playing. This is a tradition that the team always does after a good mission. That is why the team works so well together after all these years. 

Y/N is excited to join game night because she never got a chance to do this growing up. She was constantly training one way or another; this would be her first time playing games like this. She is already on edge after all the alcohol in her system. Natasha and Wanda just took very seductive body shots off of her, and she can’t get that image and feel out of her mind.

Y/N looks at the girls on both sides of her and wonders what they are thinking about what happened just a few moments ago. She has liked the couple since she stepped foot in the Avengers compound. Getting to know them over her time here has been impactful, even if she has been here for a little over a month. It has been the best month of her life with them and the team. 

“Alright, does everyone have a drink with them before we start the games,” Tony asked while carrying liquor bottles in his hands for shots, and right behind him was Steve with cups and shot glasses. 

“Damn, I need a drink,” Y/N has, looking down at the empty bottle that she chugs earlier.

“Don't worry, malysh; I will go and make drinks for all of us,” Natasha says, getting up and heading to the kitchen. While Natasha is in the kitchen, Yelena tries to sneak up on her.

“I know that you are trying to scare me, Lena. I heard you enter the kitchen,” Natasha says to Yelena without lifting her head and continuing to make drinks.

“I can never get one over on you, huh sis” Yelena laughs. 

“Nope, so what’s up?” Natasha asks, wondering why Yelena is trying to sneak up on her.

“I wanted to talk to you about Y/N,” Yelena says, and Natasha sighs. 

“What is there to talk about, Lena? She is amazing, I enjoy her company, and she is a great addition to the team,” the older sibling defends Y/N. 

“She is trying to steal Wanda away from you, and you are too blind to see it with her nice girl appearance,” Yelena says, and Natasha tries her best not to laugh, but a chuckle gets out.

“What are you laughing at? You are throwing away the best thing that has happened to you. You have been together with Wanda for 7 years now. What’s up?” Yelena says, trying not to raise her voice.

“My sweet little sister, Y/N, isn’t trying to steal Wanda away from me. We are all good friends with each other, and we are all trying to get to know each other right now. It is a bit complex right now, and there is a lot up in the air, but trust me when I say you have nothing to worry about. I am very happy with Wanda and Y/N,” Natasha reassured her little sister.

“I am always going to worry about you, Nat. We have been through so much together, then we got separated, and now we are together again. I don’t want to see you hurt again,” Yelena says, looking down, then gets engulfed in a hug by Natasha.

“I am lucky to have a sister like you,” Yelena hugged Natasha back.

“Now, please don’t be mean to Y/N, and let's get to game night with everyone else” Natasha smiles and picks up the drinks that she made for her girls. Yelena nods, enters the living room, and sits next to Kate. Natasha returns to give Y/N and Wanda their drink, then sits beside Y/N.

Y/N now has Wanda and Natasha by her side. Y/N is a bit confused why they do this and do not sit next to each other, but she doesn’t mind because she feels safe between them. 

“Time to start the game night off. We have a new team member, so I will explain how game night works. As you all know, we do these game nights after a great mission to celebrate how well we work together as a team and family. We kick back in our pj’s, drink, and have fun with each other. We play a bunch of fun drinking games to get to know each other, embarrass each other, and have friendly competitions. We are glad to have a new addition to our game night. Good luck tonight, Y/N. We will kick your ass and get you drunk,” Sam says, and the whole team drinks to that. 

“Thanks, Sam, and I will be the one kicking y’all’s assess tonight,” Y/N says, standing up and pointing at Sam, who is now laughing.

“We will see about that,” Sam jokes while sitting back down. The night starts with the team playing a few games like drunk Jenga and other drinking card games. Most of the team is past tipsy and on the way to getting drunk. 

“Thor, you are all mighty with your big, strong muscles,” Bucky says after losing an arm wrestling match with his metal arm. 

“I am pretty mighty” Thor flexes his muscles.

“You may be strong, but I bet I can lift that hammer of yours,” Bucky challenges Thor while the team oo’s in the background. 

“Okay, let’s make it a challenge. Whoever can lift my hammer, I will take two shots, but if you don’t, you will have to take two shots. Who is up for it?” Thor challenges the team, and everyone drunkenly steps up to the challenge. 

One by one, people step up to the hammer and fail to lift it, then take their two shots right afterward. The closest person was Steve that lifted it up by half an inch. The following person up was Wanda, who tried to use her powers but failed; she took her two shots and sat back down next to Y/N.

“Y/N, why don’t you go up there and try to lift the hammer. I bet you are strong enough to handle it,” Wanda says, whispering into Y/N’s ear while one hand goes to Y/N’s lap and the other snakes around Y/N’s arms to feel her muscles.

“I bet you are right, Wanda. I would love to see how strong Y/N is and how much she can take,” Natasha says into Y/N’s other ear. Y/N lets out a soft moan, loud enough for only Natasha and Wanda to hear. This made the couple smile at knowing how Y/N’s body reacted to them. 

“Let me try,” Y/N says, standing straight up from the couch. She would have let out more moans if she hadn't moved than she was willing to admit. Y/N knew how much power Wanda and Natasha had over her. She wants to dominate and submit to them at the same time, and it drives her mad. 

“Step right up, Y/N,” Thor says, pouring two more shots. Y/N heads over to the hammer, stumbling. The team might think she is just drunk, but in reality, her legs are weak for the two redheads. Y/N stands in front of the hammer, debating on which metal to change into to lift the hammer, but something in her head tells her no.

She went with her instinct and went to pick up the hammer without her power. She was ready to pick up an incredibly heavy hammer, but instead, it was light like a feather. Y/N looks at the hammer amazed, while Thor is stunned. 

“Look, I picked it up! It’s much lighter than I thought” Y/N waves around the hammer and points it to a wall.

“Be careful with that because if you pick up the hammer, that means you are worthy, and you have the power of-” Thor is interrupted by a massive bolt of lightning hitting the ground outside, making everyone jump a little. Y/N puts the hammer down right away.

“I am so sorry,” Y/N apologize, feeling bad. 

Thor says, “Don’t be sorry! You are worthy! I will have 4 shots because of that” Thor takes his 4 shots with everyone cheering, and Y/N returns to sit between the two redheads.

“We already knew that you were worthy. Good job,” Wanda says; then Wanda and Natasha kiss Y/N on her cheeks. Making Y/N feel very warm.

“Alright, let’s play old fashion truth or dare,” Kate says eagerly, wanting to play a new game.

“Don’t we already know a lot about each other?” Steve says.

“Yes, but Y/N is new and probably wants to learn more about us like we do to her. I also want you all to pick dare so I can shoot an apple off your head,” Kate says, shrugging her shoulders.

“Well, you aren’t going to be doing that to me again,” Clint says, sipping his drink.

“It was one time that I nicked the side of your head. I was just starting out, and you got a cool haircut from it,” Kate pouts, and Yelena puts her arms around her to make her feel better. 

“I think it will be fun,” Y/N speaks up.

“Then let's do it,” Natasha says.

“Perfect, I will start,” Bucky finishes drinking his beer and using it as a spin bottle. After a couple of rounds of truth or dare, it’s Yelena's turn to spin the bottle, and it lands on Y/N. Leaving Yelena with a massive smile on her face.

“Truth or dare, Y/N,” Yelena says, hoping she picks truth.

“Umm.. truth,” Y/N says.

“Do you have a crush on anyone?” Yelena asks, and the team o’s like high schoolers about to get the juiciest gossip they have ever heard of.

“Well, yes, I do. I actually have a crush on two girls right now,” Y/N admits drunkenly without a second thought.

“Really?” Yelena says, then Y/N realizes what she just said, sinking into the couch. Natasha and Wanda are smiling ear to ear with that news.

“Who are they? You don’t know people outside SHELID or us, so….. You have a crush on people on the team!” Kate puts the pieces together.

“Okay, yes, I do. I am polyamorous, so I can have feelings for more than one person at a time,” Y/N states proudly. She is not ashamed of being who she is. 

“Thanks, cool Y/N; I may not understand it, but we are all happy as long as you are happy. I am honored that you are willing to share that with us,” Steve says, and Y/N says thank you back.

“So, will you tell us who these people are?” Tony wiggles his eyebrows. Y/N feels embarrassed that the team knows that she has crushes on two people on the team, and it will not be hard to narrow down. Y/N sinks further back into the couch, hiding behind Natasha, with Wanda rubbing her back. They try their best not to smile to show how happy they are with the news.

“Well, that’s easy. I know one of them is Carol,” Bucky says, and Y/N shoots up on the couch, looking at Bucky.

“You are right, robocop! Carol and Y/N are always hanging out and flirting,” Sam says in agreement. Everyone looks between Y/N and Carol. Carol is red as a tomato, and Y/N hides her face in her hands. Y/N does admit to flirting with Carol for fun. It was just her way of making friends since she does that with everyone on the team. It was just supposed to be a joke. The only people she didn’t openly flirt with were Natasha and Wanda. 

“That makes so much sense; the other must be Valkyrie. They always flirt with each other when she comes over to hang out for a bit” Everyone is nodding in agreement putting the pieces together, leaving Natasha and Wanda with a sour taste in their mouth. How can no team member think that Y/N would be a great addition to their relationship?

“Kiss, kiss, kiss,” Tony starts to chant, and the whole team gets involved chanting that Y/N and Carol should kiss. Y/N looks between Natasha and Wanda to see what to do, but the next thing Y/N knows, Carol turns her face and kisses her. 

It wasn’t a quick peck; Carol really started to get into it, and Natasha had enough and stood up, about to say something. When Natasha stands up, something that gets everyone's attention falls out of her pocket.

Everyone is looking down at the velvet box that fell out. Natasha looks down and curses in her head for having it in her pocket.

While getting ready for the party, Natasha looked at the ring and thought how different she wanted her life when she bought the ring for Wanda. Now she wants Y/N to join their relationship. To love and protect the two women in her life now. Then Wanda came out of the shower faster than she thought and put the box in her back pocket. 

“Well, I am guessing that this is too soon, but there seems to be a congratulation in order. Not to jink it, but we all know that Wanda is going to say yes,” Clint says and starts to clap with everyone joining them.

By this point, Y/N and Carol have stopped kissing. Y/N is looking at the box, stunned; she picks up the box and sees the ring.

“Wow, it is beautiful. You are one lucky woman, Wanda” Y/N hands the ring to Wanda, trying her best to hold back tears. Wanda and Natasha can see how sad Y/N is and feel guilty.

“I have to use the bathroom,” Y/N says, running to the bathroom while everyone cheers for the happy couple.

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[unholyhelbig]

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Title: The Beast You've Made of Me [Part 1/7]

Ship: Female!Reader x Natasha Romanoff x Wanda Maximoff

Wordcount: 3977

Summary: When reader wakes up in her own grave, she's suddenly aware of a past that spans lifetimes, but she's not the only one. Two Avengers are tasked with keeping readers past a secret, or at the very least, controlled.

Warnings: Being buried alive, claustrophobia, guns, general violence, cold leftovers and horrible grammar.

[a/n: Let me know if anyone wants to join the taglist! I should be able to post every week to bi-weekly depending on some travel! This is setting some things up, but I promise it gets better.]

[ Part one | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four | Part Five | Part Six | Part Seven ]

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The weight of dirt was beginning to make the lid of the state provided casket buckle. It wasn’t very sturdy despite its drastic price that the government contemplated paying. It would have been easier to cremate, send you into the afterlife with the kiss of fire white-hot enough to melt bone. But your will had been specific, not necessarily written by you, but detailing that you must be buried, nonetheless.

No state representative wanted to have the ghost of a twenty-something paralegal on their hands. Though most were Roman Catholic and believed whole-heartedly that once a candle was lit in recognition a spirit couldn’t possibly seek vengeance. Still, they respected your wishes.

No, not your wishes. You were too young to even think of a will, or any specifications that would result in your burial. You still swallowed two cans of candle-flavored alcoholic seltzer with your sad dinner of microwaveable lasagna. You hadn’t made a habit of signing legal documents between sloppy bites and buzzed naps in the sun.

Which begged the question of why you were in a casket in the first place, and why dirt was starting to sprinkle down from the creaking wood above. Doctors made mistakes, but burying you alive? Well- shit, that was less of a mistake and more of a deliberate ignorance.

Your body was stiff, cold and unwelcoming to the life that suddenly thrummed through you. Maybe you had been dead. Nothing two full bottles of Advil couldn’t ebb out of you. Your fingertips pushed against the fabric lining, testing the validity of the box you were in.

This was all somehow extremely familiar; the darkness that swam around you, the putrid scent of your own breath after being beneath the earth for God knows how long. You could taste the film on your teeth and almost craved a toothbrush more than you did freedom. Almost.

Despite the pain in your calves, you situated yourself to where your feet pressed against the lid. With just a little leverage maybe you could push hard enough to free yourself. There was a rhythmic shoveling above; so you weren’t completely packed in yet.

Suddenly, very thankful for the yoga classes Jennifer was making you take, you maneuvered until you got enough strength to push. For a few agonizing moments, nothing budged except your spine. Fuck, fuck, fuck. A few more breaths and a harder push and the latches on the outside of the casket seemed to give way to the pressure with a small pop. You could taste dirt, feel it in your eyes.

Another brisk shove and the lid flung off it’s hinges, crashing loudly against the meticulously carved grave. You winced at the cold soil that suddenly surrounded you. Worms squirmed against your skin and that was enough for you to sit up with gusto, holding back a stomach full of vomit. Formaldehyde? It tasted terrible, either way.

You shivered and dusted yourself off. It was either early morning or just before dusk. You couldn’t tell but the electric blue sky had just started to fade to orange. You wouldn’t have been able to handle the sun being in full force, barely blinking away the color of the world, much brighter than the dark box you’d dismantled.

And boy, did you dismantle it. You’d only intended to push it up, free yourself, but the cheap wood had splintered and crumbled under just a little force. You stood in the wreckage and peered up at the company you had obtained.

“What the fuck?!”

It was a man who looked younger than you in his fear. He held a shovel in his hands, hugging it close to his chest. His mouth was slightly opened and his deep brown eyes were widened in fear and shock. The knees of his dark blue jumpsuit were stained with dirt and water.

“Can you give me a boost?” You croaked.

“A boost… I, fuck, I shouldn’t’ have taken this job.”

“You can quit after you help me out of this hole.” You shivered, looking down at the dirt below your feet. You swore you saw it pulse like a heartbeat. Too many worms, maybe even a few spiders. You’d never been too fond of bugs. You reached your caked hand up. “Please.”

He made a small noise in the back of his throat. “I don’t want to be patient zero.”

“Do I look like a zombie to you?”

“A little,”

“Now I’m offended and freezing my ass off.”  

He regarded you, probably checking for a nasty festering bite, yellowing skin and any general signs of reanimation. When he didn’t find any, he reached a shaking hand down to you. Both of you struggled and strained until you found the perfect hold on the side of the grave. God- you were never so happy to touch grass.

You panted and stared up at the sky, stars were starting to pockmark the navy blue. It was, in fact, night. The metal tip of a shovel was pointed towards your neck. “Aw, come on, I thought we bonded there.”

“I’m talking to a corpse, we are not bonding.”

“Where are we?” You ignored his pointed stare and tilted yourself up on your elbows. A cemetery was the easy answer. But you wanted to know which one. There were at least 1,700 in the state of New York alone, and they all looked deceivingly the same. “Do I have to take a cab to Manhattan?”

“Uh, you’re in White Plains. Mount Calvary cemetery. I’m- I’m sorry, is this not freaking you out at all?”

You frowned, patting the pockets of a pair of jeans (why the hell would they bury you in jeans, they were the worst). In a long exhale you said. “Shit. I think worms ate my cash.”

It was a longshot to even think that your phone would be in your pocket. It wasn’t. But that left you stranded almost an hour, by car, outside of the city. It would be morning by the time you made it back and that was if no-one pulled up to the side of the road and tried their luck.

You did the only thing you can think of and peered up at this stranger with watery, wide eyes. It wasn’t a move you pulled often, meaning it still worked on Jennifer, on your mother and your father. This was a last resort and you were certainly willing to use it to your advantage.

“What? No.” He shook his head “No! No! Absolutely not. You just dug yourself out of a grave I fucking refuse-“

His name was Austin and he drove a 2002 Ford that needed to warm up for a few minutes before he even considered pulling out of the gravel drive. He was pressed as far as possible away from you and that didn’t exactly boost your confidence, but honestly, truthfully, you would take what you could get at this point.

Austin asked if you were freaking out, and you were. Everything was patchy and black in some places. You couldn’t remember how you’d ended up in a casket. It was clearly a situation that irked you for more than one reason. The forefront of which; no one had attended your funeral.

You weren’t even from White Plains. You’d known from your day job that this place had more than one government funded cemetery. So, most likely, you were given a half-rate priest with liquor on his breath and a funeral director that may have taken the twenty from your pocket, not the worms.

Your stomach clenched as Austin began to drive. He was tapping his fingers against the steering wheel nervously, and could you blame him? A corpse was in his passenger seat. Though, you felt alive enough.

“What’s your name?” He eventually asked, flicking on his high beams. You were on a long and deserted road flanked by oak trees. The occasional field passed by, the reflective quarter-sized eyes of cows blinking at the truck. “Frankenstein?”

You snorted, “Ha-ha. Frankenstein was the doctor, not the monster, you know? And I don’t remember my pitiful grave being struck by lightning.”

“You’re deflecting.”

“Perhaps.”

“Pitiful? Really? I work hard to maintain those graves.”

“I’m sure they’re lovely.” There was a rolling beat of silence. He glanced at you twice before shrugging his shoulders and leaning his chest closer to the wheel to see better. “It’s y/n. Wasn’t it written on the stone?”

Austin shook his head softly, “No, they don’t put the stone in until later. I’m supposed to spray paint a neon ‘x’ on the packed dirt, so they know what to make.”

How humiliating. You’d supposedly died, no one came to your funeral, and you were reduced to less than a quarter of spray paint. There was a system to everything, but this one made your self-importance fizzle out like a covered candle. There one moment and gone the next.

“Do you have a plan?” Austin changed the subject.

“A plan?”

“Yeah, like, are you just going to show up and say surprise, I’m alive? I’ve seen a lot of horror movies and that never goes well.”

Well, that was your plan. It was a damned good one too. There was nowhere else for you to go. While this near stranger was nice enough, you couldn’t impose on him for more than a single ride. His kind chocolate stare was telling enough. He would let you stay with him as long as it took to figure all of… this, out.

“Yeah,” You sighed out, leaning your head against the cool glass “That’s all I’ve got.”

Jennifer’s apartment building had a small box that required a code for entry. You knew the right numbers to press in the right order, they had faded away from regular use, but the door was always propped open by a cinderblock to let in the cool summer air.

If it rained hard enough, New Yorkers would take partial shelter under the awnings, and sometimes going as far as to loiter in the front lobby by the large set of mailboxes. They were the oldest and most fascinating part of the building, large and wrought iron. Allegedly, they’d survived three building fires.

Thankfully, no one but you stood in the lobby as you watched Austin’s taillights flicker out of existence. You’d have to thank him later- of course, you hadn’t gotten his number, but you knew where her work. At least where he worked up until now.

Escorting someone who had kicked their way out of their own grave back into the city was grounds for quitting, in your book.

The elevator was the second oldest thing in the building, but you somehow felt a wave of relief wash over you when the familiar warmth pressed against your skin. The mechanics jolted and hummed like an old lawn mower. All of these were comfortable.

Hunger tinged at your stomach in one fail swoop of feeling. You steadied yourself against the reflective interior of the elevator as it rose to the highest floor. Each number was signified in a loud and crude beep. You were tempted to hit the emergency stop; gaging the feeling in your abdomen.

Brains?

Yeah, the thought of them was absolutely unappetizing. Austin had gotten into your head. There was no innate need to dig your teeth into flesh and devour. In fact, you became more nauseous at the idea than before it popped into your head.

Zombies were chained to shitty horror movies you and Jennifer curled up to watch every Friday night, making fun of the gelatin that was used for wiggly guts and the cooked rice substituted for maggots. You could go for rice right now.

Knowing your best friend, she would have some sort of left-over cuisine in her fridge and you didn’t hesitate to run your fingers over the top of the doorframe to procure her hidden key, taped with a single strip of adhesive to the surrounding paneling.

Her apartment was dark save for the small tank with a one-finned goldfish named Gus. He barely regarded you, the dull buzz of his home and the pale blue light gave you all the vision you needed. Again, the familiarity of Jennifer’s apartment warmed you, comforted you. If you stopped for too long, you’d think about it all too much.

Waking up in a grave, not remember how you got there in the first place. When was the last time you’d had a meal? You’d purposefully avoided the side mirrors in Austin’s car, even the rearview was gently nudged by your dirt-caked hand. One thing at a time.

The fridge swung open with a satisfying pop and you were never more thankful for the red and white takeout containers that rested on the top shelf next to a box of wine. Neither of you ever claimed to be fancy.

You knew Jennifer’s order like the back of your hand. Sweet and sour chicken with a side of fried rice and no matter what, you would eat it cold. When the scent hit you, you even considered going forkless. If not for the slick dirt under your nails, you would have.

There was instant satisfaction in shoveling a mouthful of rice into your mouth, you barely chewed before swallowing. The neon light from the open fridge illuminated your shame and you swore that Gus, the one-finned fish, was judging you. He ate flakes for fucks sake, watching you spoon cold leftovers was the least of his worries.

You’d moved on from the rice and to the chicken before you noticed that you had company. It was a shift in the air, the feeling of being watched. But there was something more too, something like an itch on the back of your neck.

In a split second you turned from your cold meal and lifted your hand up with enough time to grip a wedge golf club that Jennifer had gotten from her father for her twenty-first birthday. They collected dust next to her coatrack, and right now, the metal edge was less than an inch away from slamming into the side of your temple.

You’d never been necessarily graceful, nor good at picking up on your surroundings. You never had to be, not with your work as a paralegal. The worst thing you had to look out for was a bad reaction to burnt office coffee.

Jenn was in an oversized Pink Floyd t-shirt and a pair of boxers, her eyes were wild, hair even wilder. A bloom of fondness wash over you despite her attempt at assault. You couldn’t blame her either, your mind so one-track on getting a meal that you hadn’t warned your best friend, not in the slightest.

“Fuck! What the fuck!” she wrenched the club away from you and moved to swing again, holding it behind her head like a baseball bat.

“Jesus Christ! Oh my God, put the wedge down!”

“You’re not-“She gulped in a cold breath of air “you died!”

“Don’t hit me with that thing and kill me again!”

Her chest was heaving up and down, fingers tightening against the rubber grip handle. Her eyes were frantic. “Did you eat my leftovers?”

You blinked at her, not sure what to say. She didn’t give you a chance to answer either, instead she sprung forward and wrapped you in a bone-crushing hug. You breathed her in, her scent of summer rain and freshly cleaned laundry. Her hair tickled your nose but you held her back, held her as if it were the last time you ever would.

Something softly broke within you, and you felt tears well up in your eyes. They slid silently down your cheeks. The fridge closed with a padded thump and plunged you both into the neon blue glow. Eventually, the club fell to the floor with a clank and her fingers fisted your shirt. You were thankful that she didn’t use her full strength.

“How is this happening?”

“I don’t know,” You rasped.

And you didn’t. Everything was so fuzzy and each time you attempted to press the subject in your mind, you felt the start of a headache at the base of your skull. For now, you were perfectly content holding your friend flush against you.

“You smell so bad,” She sobbed.

“Yeah, well, I was dead.”

Jenn pulled back and squeezed both of your shoulders, studying you longer than you had studied yourself, her breath shuddered “Maybe this is one of those Halloween things, like… like you have one night back on earth.”

You gave her a weak smile “It’s June, Jenn.”

She frowned at you, fingers pressing against your goosebump covered skin. “Sweetie, it’s October. You’ve been… gone, four months.”

But you hadn’t been buried since June. You were barely buried this evening. Your body ached from how stiff the casket had been, fingers numbed from the cold. You figured you were jarred, not in a different season altogether.

“I don’t… I don’t remember anything.”  

She swallowed hard, linking her hands behind your, they rested at the base of your spine. You could tell that she was afraid to release her hold on you. Her breath was warm against your collarbone.

“You were hit by a car that blew through a redlight.”

Okay- anticlimactic. You worked alongside Jennifer at Goodman, Lieber, Kurzberg and Holliway on cases that were focused on Inhumans, superheroes and supernatural beings that had gotten themselves into legal trouble. Being taken out by a car accident wasn’t on your top-five ways to go.

“It was all very… weird. They wouldn’t’ let me see you, and at first, I thought it was because we’re not family, but they didn’t let them in either. I even pulled the attorney card, which I’m not proud of, but they refused to let us even identify you.”

She withdrew her touch and started to pace around the kitchen. It was her way of thinking, and now that she was sure that you were a solid being, she was free to move around. “Even when I got six feet tall, mean and green, they wouldn’t let me in. I was two seconds from calling Bruce.”

Jenn stopped and lifted both eyebrows at you “You look remarkable for someone who has been under the earth for months.”

“I was being buried today in White Plains. I’m assuming there was no funeral, then?”

“No… no. They had said that private arrangements had been made and it’s my guess that those were keeping you on ice until now.”

You winced at the phrasing. You were never too fond of hospitals and the blocks in your memory scared you more than anything. If what Jennifer was saying was right, then, you may not have died in that intersection. You may have been through something much, much worse.

“Sorry,” She sighed out, desensitized just as you were. “Y/n, you can’t remember anything?”

“No,” The word came out as a broken whisper.

The two of you stood in a quiet moment. You could feel your heart pounding in your chest, and you held onto that feeling. It was there, you were there, pockmarked memory and all. You felt the urge to reach out and hold Jennifer again, suddenly so exhausted you didn’t’ imagine your legs holding you up much longer.

Her eyes flickered down to the center of your chest and then back up to your stare with an immeasurable amount of fear. When you gazed down at the dirt-stained shirt, you saw a red dot, quivering as if a hand was behind it’s direction. Your shoulders slumped.

“aw, fuck.”

Jennifer let out a scream as her front door was splintered open and flung with great force across the room. The two windows that overlooked the view of the city shattered as heels broke against the panes. The one singular dot had changed to seven, long-range rifles aimed at you, and you were suddenly very sad that your last meal would be cold leftover rice.

Even in the dark, you knew that they had knocked over the fishtank holding Gus, multicolored rocks and glass slid across the wooden floor. There were light gray circles against the breasts of these intruders, a bird with outstretched wings in it’s center.

Your hands went up reflexively, both you ducked behind the breakfast nook, you were close to plugging your ears, the red dots trained on the fridge now, “Oh my god, did you call SHIELD?”

“No! No, I didn’t even know you were alive three minutes ago, I was going to hit you with a golf club and call the cops, not SHIELD.”

They were assholes and tight-lipped about everything, always. It was hard to get a phone call back from them divulging information about ongoing lawsuits, but now they were in front of you, guns raised and depriving Jennifer’s fish of life.

“Gus is going to drown,” You whispered harshly back.

“He’s a fish, he can’t drown.”

“In air.”

There was obvious shifting of firearms. The Agents were all calculated and still with their movements, there wasn’t subtle noise without intent. A gruff, raspy female voice called out to you. “Come out with your hands up, y/n.”

You peaked over the breakfast bar and squinted into the darkness. Your body was not equipped for this. It was already protesting from kicking open the casket with a bought of strength. It certainly wasn’t prepared for this.

Most of the agents were in swat gear, bullet-proof vests and helmets, their faces were covered with balaclava’s, leaving only small strips of exposed skin and eyes trained on you. You hadn’t had this much attention directed at you since your fifth-grade talent show, and you figured the last time would be your funeral, but that hadn’t gone exactly to plan.

The woman who was speaking was in a tactical suit. She didn’t’ bother to cover her identity, she didn’t have to. This was the Black Widow. Natasha Romanoff. Jennifer had gotten drunk one night after a losing case and told you about her cousin having a bit of a fling with her. You’d met Bruce, and that was… unbelievable in the nicest way possible.

Her emerald eyes were trained on you, serious and hard. A tingle ripped up your spine and your stomach squirmed at her scrutiny. Maybe it was the rice and the chicken, but you felt the urge to vomit. You wanted her to say your name again, despite not understanding why she knew it in the first place.

Jennifer gripped your ankle, shaking her head ‘no’ vigorously. Really, you should trust your lawyer friend.

The Black widow let out a sigh, the tip of her handgun pointed to the ground. “You can either come out, or I’ll blow a hole through your chest. Your choice.”

Your gaze flashed down to Jenn and she seemed to have changed her mind within a second, nodding with caution. “Okay, okay.”

Once you were at full height, the room bustled in movement. Your eyes remained on the Black Widow, and hers on yours. Your mouth felt dry, the tip of her gun pushing against your ribs before she flipped you and bent you over the granite counter. Jennifer was using her heels to scoot back to the fridge, trying to avoid the agents swarming around.

Metal cuffs were slapped against your wrists. The Black Widow was pressed flush against you, her warmth dominating. She grasped the back of your shirt and pulled you up. You were, for a fleeting moment, at her mercy. Her fingers searched your pockets, padded down your sides. Once she figured you clean, she holstered her weapon. “Y/n Y/l/n,” she husked in your ear. You suppressed a shiver, knowing she’d feel any move you made right now. “You’re supposed to be dead.”

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Sugar, Sugar Part 1

Pairing: WandaNat x Reader

Word Count: 2.1k

Summary: After losing your job, you are desperate to come up with some money. Your best friend Kate signs you up for a sugar baby app where you meet Wanda and Natasha, who eventually become your sugar mommies.

Authors Note: I've been reading so many sugar mommy!wandanat x reader fics that I wanted to make one myself. I know the beginning is a bit rough, but I'm just trying to set everything up. I promise it will get better!!!! There will also be plenty of smut in the upcoming chapters, this is just a warning for that now. And I plan on making many parts to this. I hope you all enjoy it!

Part 2

“I don’t know what I’m going to do,” you dramatically exclaim. You drape yourself across the old and slightly musty couch in your small two person apartment. Your work uniform rides up your body a little as you lay down, which you quickly pull down, covering yourself again. You pull your right arm over your eyes, trying to block out the light and the horrible day you just had.

Your best friend and roommate Kate laughs sympathetically at your dramatics. “I know getting fired sucks but there’s tons of ways to make money.” She moves your legs and sits down next to you, placing your legs on top of her.

“Like what?”

“Well you could mow lawns, dog sit, babysit, just until you find another job,” Kate suggests.

“I guess I could but I just don’t know if that would be able to cover my bills and let alone rent.”

“Well there is another thing you can try.” The tone in Kate's voice has you sitting up, removing your arm so you can look at her.

“You remember my friend Darcy that I told you about?”

“Yeah the super rich, successful one.”

“Well when she was in college she was a sugar baby,” Kate says before she cuts herself off to scold you.  “And y/n don’t give me that look just hear me out!”

“Ok fine, keep talking.”

“Well she got a whole bunch of money from it. She was able to pay off her student loans and she had some money leftover that she invested and y’know now she’s rich and super successful and hot and amazing. But that wasn’t the point.” Kate shakes her head at herself, scolding herself for getting off topic like she always does. “Anyway maybe you should try being a sugar baby.”

“I don’t know Kate.” Sure this would be a great opportunity for you, if you find someone that is, but do you really want to use your body to get money?

“You could just look and see what’s out there. You don’t have to accept any sugar daddy or sugar mommy proposals,” Kate says and you’ve got to admit that she’s got a good point.

“Ok what the hell,” you say, agreeing.

“Let me just get the sugar baby app name from Darcy and we can do this.”

A few minutes later the app is downloaded on your phone. You feel nervous but also excited. This could be a way for you to not have to worry about money, at least for a while. Maybe it would be nice to be taken care of.

“Ok it’s downloaded, let’s set it up.” The two of you create your profile and pretty soon you’re looking at sugar mommies and sugar daddies.

“What about this one?” You ask Kate. You pass her the phone, and from the look on her face you can tell that it’s a no go.

“Definitely not,” Kate says, her nose wrinkling up in disgust.

“Why not?”

“I know you, and that’s not what you want.” You have to admit she is right, you don’t really want some 50 year old with a penchant for “parading his girls around” as he called it, but you’re desperate and he is the best looking person on there so far.

You continue to scroll through the men and women, none of them really catching your eye until you see the profile of a beautiful red haired girl and an equally beautiful auburn haired girl. You would recognize their faces anywhere, Natasha Romanoff and Wanda Maximoff, the owners of the country's best security company.

“There’s no way this is real,” you say. “This has to be some sort of joke or something.” You pass her your phone and watch as her eyes go comically wide.

“There’s no way the Natasha Romanoff and the Wanda Maximoff are looking for a sugar baby,” you say. You practically scoff at the idea, but there’s still that little voice in your head that wonders if maybe the profile is real.

“There’s only one way to find out,” Kate says. She still has your phone in your hands and you watch as she types, until finally she stops.

“Katie what did you do?”

“I just messaged them,” Kate says innocently. You glance down at the message and it says, “Hi my name is y/n and I’d love to get to know you both and see if I’m what you’re looking for ;),”

“Did you have to add the wink Katie? They’re gonna think I’m like a whore or something now,” you whine.

“Oh relax you big baby. It’s fine. And besides maybe a whore is what they’re looking for,” Kate says, giving you a wink.

“Kate!” You exclaim. You lightly slap her on the arm.

“Owww y/n. You’re very feisty for such a tiny person.”

“Serves you right,” you mutter underneath your breath. The two of you continue to scroll through the app when you see a notification pop up.

Natasha and Wanda had replied to your message.

“Oh my god,” you say. You can feel yourself freaking out, even when you’re going into the texting part of the app and opening the message.

“Hi darling, we’d love to get to know you more too! We’re Natasha and Wanda, we’re both sugar mommies who are looking for a sugar baby to share. We work quite a bit, but we promise that we’ll still have time for you if things work out between us. Can’t wait to hear back from you,” the message reads. You show the message to Kate who responds with excitement.

But you can feel yourself freaking out on the inside even more now. However your doubts from earlier creep in and calm you down. There’s a big chance that this is just a catfish, but you still want to take the chance. Who wouldn’t want an opportunity to be with Natasha and Wanda?

“Help me come up with a response,” you tell the girl sitting next to you. After a few minutes of back and forth, the two of you come up with what you think is the perfect response.

“Thanks for getting back to me so quickly. I’m y/n, a sugar baby who is currently in college trying to pay off my loans. I normally have plenty of time on my hands and would be able to be around whenever you need.”

You cringe at the last part of the message, which was all Kate’s idea, but clearly it worked because a few minutes later you have a text inviting you out to get some coffee tomorrow afternoon and you say yes.

“You have to come with me though, just in case it’s like a catfish or something,” you tell your best friend. 

“Of course, I’ll sit in the cafe and just text me if you need me,” Kate says reassuring you. 

The next day comes too quickly and before you know it you and Kate are sitting in the cafe waiting for Natasha and Wanda. You’re sitting at a table in the back, while Kate is sitting at a table across the room from you. The minutes seem to drag on forever, making you even more anxious than you already are. Everytime the bell above the door goes off, you glance up, hoping it’s one of the girls walking through. You’re just about to lose hope when you see Natasha and Wanda walk in. They look so breathtakingly beautiful. 

“Hi Y/n,” Wanda says, being the first to greet you. She towers over you as she envelopes you in a hug, which you gladly reciprocate.  

“Hi,” you say back. It comes out quieter than you meant it to. You can feel your cheeks heating up, but gladly both women ignore it. 

“And hi I’m Natasha,” the red haired girl says. She also towers over you, but you like that about the two women. She also envelopes you into a hug. She smells like vanilla and smoke and it gives you a sense of comfort. The three of you sit down and the two women get straight to the point. 

“So as you know we’re looking for a sugar baby,” Natasha says, her voice a low tone. “We just wanted to meet with you today to go over some things and see if we’d get along,” she explains. 

“Ok that sounds good,” you agree. 

“Have you ever been in a dynamic like this before?” 

“No I haven’t,” you say, your blush coming back. You can feel your nerves getting worse as well as you fidget with a ring on your hand. 

“It’s ok to be nervous baby, we won’t bite,” Wanda leans in to tell you. She places her hand on top of yours, stopping your fidgeting. She places her hand in yours, which you gladly hold. 

“That’s alright, we’re pretty new to this too. But there are a couple of things we wanted to go over today. First, when do you have class?”

“Well Tuesday and Thursday mornings I have class until 11am, but besides that my days are wide open.” This answer makes Natasha smile, which in turn makes you smile. 

“What is it that you need help with?” You appreciate that Natasha is getting straight to the point, it’s doing wonders at calming your nerves.

“Mostly rent and some bills. I, uh, just lost my job and it’s been hard to stay afloat.”

“Well that won’t be a problem now that we’re here,” Natasha tells you, sending you a wink. The action sends a blush across your face, turning it a shade of pink. 

"I know this isn't exactly normal," Natasha says, "But we promise if today works out, which I think it will, we'll take care of you darling." Natasha's words make you smile. Normally you were never so shy around people, but the two women next to you really bring it out in you.

“Do you have any questions for us honey?” Wanda asks. 

“Yes actually. What is it exactly that I would be doing?”

“You would keep us company, go to some company functions with us, and,” Natasha says, her voice dropping low as she says the next part, “have sex with us when we want it.”

“But obviously we would work up to that part,” Wanda adds cheerfully. 

“Ok,” you say, taking all of that information in. You knew going into this that sex would be on the table, but it shocks you that these two beautiful women are wanting to do it with you. 

“I’m sorry if this is a weird question, but aren’t the two of you together? What exactly do you need me for?”

“Yes we’re together sweetheart, but we’re not the most compatible in the bedroom.”

“What Wanda means is that we’re both pretty dominant and we need someone submissive to fulfill our needs,” Natasha says. Wanda slaps her on her arm and lightly scolds her, making you giggle. 

“I can do that,” you say, letting both of them know that you want this. The thought of being submissive for both of them stirs a longing within you. You can feel a slight dampness in your panties and you cross your legs, hoping Wanda, who is still holding your hand, doesn’t notice. But of course she does. 

“You already feeling a little needy, baby?” Wanda whispers, her cockiness coming out of nowhere, but god does it turn you on. Her lips ghost on the outer shell of your ear, causing your breathing to become ragged. 

“Mhm,” you manage to get out. 

“You’re so cute when you’re needy. I can’t wait to see just how needy I can make you,” Wanda says. She leans away from you, but not before leaving a soft kiss on your cheek, making you go pink.

“Don’t kill the poor girl Wanda,” Natasha scolds. 

“I can’t help it, she’s just so cute,” Wanda says, like you aren't there, which just turns you on even more. 

“Yeah she is,” Natasha agrees. 

You don’t know what to say, too absorbed in your own lust, when Natasha speaks again, snapping you out of it.

“Here are our phone numbers,” she says, slipping you a piece of paper. You take the pieces of paper and program their numbers into your phone and you give them your number and they do the same.

“We’ll text you tomorrow to work out the details and set up a contract, assuming you still want to do this?” Wanda questions. 

“I do,” you reassure her. 

“Then we’ll talk to you tomorrow, detka,” Wanda says. The two women get up, both hugging you goodbye. You watch the two women walk out, having forgotten that Kate was also at the cafe until she comes up to you. 

“Oh my god,” Kate says.

“I know,” is all you say.

“What are you going to do?”

“I’m going to get two sugar mommies.”

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[marvelfilth]

Torn (18+)

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x f!reader, Wanda Maximoff x f!reader

Warnings: set during AoA, kryptonian!reader, love triangle, established Natasha x reader - fwb situation, somewhat toxic!Natasha, smut, violence, jealousy

Summary: after your home planet is destroyed, you find a new home in Asgard, but when your brother brings you along to Earth, you find more trouble than you expected.

Masterlist

"F-fuck, Y/n. Right there… Yes." The woman below you pants in your ear, nails scraping down your back to grip your butt possessively.

Your hips move faster, deeper with each thrust, making her moan. "You could've told me you were coming back today," you grunt.

She digs her nails into your skin and you hiss in annoyance, slapping her inner thigh. "Do that one more time and I'm not fucking you for a week."

The spy lets out a throaty laugh that turns into a scream when your thrusts suddenly become harsh and uncoordinated, your hands pressing down her hips. Her tits bounce with each push, her perky nipples begging for attention. You look up to her tear stricken face, enjoying the sight of her reddened cheeks and bleeding lips.

"It was- fuck… u-undercover," she's breathless, stuttering, "... secret," she manages at last, pulling your face down to her breasts, knowing you still have something to say.

You're annoyed and maybe a little bit hurt, but you still let her guide you, eagerly sucking on the tender skin, grazing her nipples with your teeth.

Maybe she'll finally agree to talk to you after.

She comes with a stifled cry, hiding her face in the crook of your neck and gets up as soon as her body stops shaking.

You have a lot of things to say, but your mouth is suddenly too dry and your throat too hoarse, so you sit on the edge of your bed and watch her dress.

"Thank you," she kisses you on the corner of your mouth, lingering, nose nuzzling against yours when she pulls away.

She looks reluctant to leave and you hope she doesn't.

The door clicks shut on her way out.

×××

"No daydreaming on the mission briefings." Clint snaps his fingers in front of your face, pulling you out of your thoughts.

You blink, eyes refocusing to see everyone staring at you in question.

"What?" You ask, shifting in your seat.

"Stark wants to know if you like your new suit," Natasha asks with a smirk on her face.

You look up at the screen in front of the room and there it is - yet another heavily modified piece of clothing you undoubtedly going to destroy on your next mission.

You can admit it looks better than the previous one, the red is much deeper and the blue is not as obnoxious, but they still clash, not coming together as seamlessly as the one you wore back home, but that's the best Stark can offer and you're thankful he's even trying, so you nod in appreciation and send him a grateful smile.

"Think this one will fall apart mid flight?" Thor teases, reminding you of one of your most embarrassing moments.

It happened when you first joined the team. Tony made you wear a suit he made, claiming it was good to match with the team, so you've listened to make him happy and fit in better. It's a good thing you wore your underwear from Asgard that day.

"Now that it's settled we should move on to the purpose of this briefing," Steve waited until he had everyone's attention before continuing, "now that Thor is finally here we can finally take back the Scepter…" he continues with the details and you easily tune him out, focusing on the redhead woman across from you instead.

The corner of her lip is still quirked up, her eyes trained on Steve as he gestures to the map on the screen behind him. You look down at your hands on the table, fiddling with your thumbs.

You wish you were better at reading humans.

“You okay?” Clint leans into your side to whisper discreetly.

You nod, managing a convincing smile. “Didn't get much sleep is all.”

He glances at Natasha not so subtly, his brows furrowing. You think he's the only one who knows about the two of you, or, at least, he suspects.

“You know what you're doing, right?”

“Yeah,” you breathe out, not knowing at all.

×××

You're hovering over the base, looking through the walls for Scepter, when you first see her.

The girl looks about your age, you think, maybe a little younger, and she is busy talking to a silver haired man. They look too out of place, dressed like high schoolers and unbothered by the attack. You frown when the girl whispers a quiet "take care of the big guy" to the boy, your mouth dropping open in shock when he runs almost fast enough to go unnoticed by you. Almost.

Deciding it's your time to intervene you warn the team before landing in front of the back entrance, eyes trained on the girl behind the door. You don't know what she's capable of and you find yourself intrigued. The door opens with a squeak and you wince, mutterings a curse under your breath.

She's out of sight by the time you enter, but you can still hear her erratic heartbeat.

"Come out," you say, tilting your head to the right. You heard enough to know she's hiding in the shadow.

You hear her gulp before she steps into your field of view, her shoulder grazing yours as she comes to stand in front of you.

She is beautiful, you think, taking note of redness in her pupils.

"You know who we are," you wait for her to nod before continuing, "you can come with me." You offer your hand, palm up, and wait for her to decide.

She scoffs and her eyes turn redder. "What makes you think I want to?" There's red around her fingers now and you find yourself curious to find out what she can do.

You smile. "You will come with us one way or another. I'd prefer not to hurt you."

You realise your mistake as soon as the words leave your mouth.

Suddenly, there's red everywhere and you're out of the building, flying through the door to the other end of the backyard. You feel a pressing weight on your chest, and when you look down you see red wisps enveloping your body, keeping you pinned to the ground.

You look up when a shadow falls on your face.

She crouches with a smirk planted on her smug face, and moves your hair out of your face. "You can come with me," she offers, mirth in her eyes and you let out a breathless laugh, closing your eyes and tilting your head back.

"I'm afraid I have to say no," you whisper after a moment, strangely content at the mercy of your enemy.

She hums, waving her hand over you and you feel the weight disappear.

When you open your eyes she's no longer there.

×××

"You just let her go?" Natasha asks later that night, her head nestled on your chest after hours of hiding her moans in a pillow as you pounded into her.

You snort. "She's a witch, Nat, I don't think I can keep up with magic."

She lifts her head to look at you, eyes searching for something you're not even aware of. "You're the fastest person on this planet. Faster than her brother, and certainly faster than her."

You look away, closing your eyes in embarrassment. You didn't even think about your speed when you faced the witch.

You feel her get up from bed, and you open your eyes, reaching for her, "Natasha- " Her eyes flash, and you close your mouth.

She shakes her head. "She distracted you. And you let her go," she huffs and bends down to pick up her panties.

You get up and catch her wrist. "Can you tell me what's going on?" You ask, searching her eyes for an answer, but you're an alien and she's the best spy in the world so you're left even more confused.

She opens her mouth for a split second before snapping it shut. She pulls away and puts on a shirt before finally speaking, "I saw the footage."

You frown.

"Didn't know it only takes a little flirting and a pretty face to make you let an enemy go," she hisses through clenched teeth.

Your mouth drops open in shock.

"Are you-" you let out a breathless chuckle at the mere thought before finally getting yourself together, "are you jealous?"

You can hear her jaw grinding, can hear her nails dig into the soft skin of her palm.

And yet, you still can't believe what she just said.

"You're a fucking hypocrite, Natasha," you say, and a split second later you're dressed and out in the nearby field, searing up towards the sky.

You don't see her falling back into the pillow you layed on mere seconds ago, tears gathering in the corners of her eyes.

×××

There's a party the next day, and a part of you just wants to hop in your pod and disappear in the depths of space.

Another part of you wants to see Natasha happy and content, basking in the warmth of your arms. You know she'll never allow anyone to know about the two of you, but still, hope blossoms in your chest when you first see her go down the stairs. She moves right past you towards the bar, and you see Banner approach her with a nervous smile. His flirting is awkward and you pity the man, awaiting Natasha's response.

She flirts back.

"So… You and Romanoff?" Steve comes to stand beside you, smiling his fatherly smile, and you fight the urge to run away.

"You should tell her," he presses on, "she's not the most open person in the world, but from what I know about her, I think… there's a good chance for the two of you to be happy."

You've told her.

She doesn't like you back.

You shoot him a quick, awkward smile. "I'll think about it."

He nods, satisfied and walks up to the pair, his eyes widening when he overhears the last bit of their conversation. He winces and looks back at you, knowing you probably heard it all by now.

You shake your head at the concerned look he sends your way, and walk to sit on the couch, closing your eyes for a moment, letting your hearing go wild, listening in on an argument on the other side of the city, anything to remove yourself from this situation. The argument doesn't last too long, the engaged pair making up not even ten minutes later and you move your attention back to the party.

When you open your eyes Thor is sitting beside you, daring Clint to pick up his hammer. You sit up straighter, curious to see where it might go.

"Everyone knows it's some kind of a trick." His fingers wrap around the handle, but the hammer doesn't move an inch, much to the archers embarrassment.

Tony appears seemingly out of nowhere to make fun of Barton and you join in on the laughter, enjoying the rare moment of happiness, momentarily forgetting about your not so fun predicament.

Thor winks at you, enjoying this way more than he probably should, and hands you a bottle of Asgardian beer.

Out of the corner of your eye you see Natasha join your little game, Steve hot on her heels. She looks a little out of place, eyes laced with uncertainty when she sees an empty spot by your side. With a slight push from Steve she sits, careful not to touch you.

Banner is left standing a few feet away.

"It's simple physics," Tony grins, attempting to lift the weapon. His eyes narrow when it stays in its spot.

You rub your eyes when he decides to embarrass himself even further, calling Rhodes for backup and putting on his suit. The ridiculous game goes on, and Steve decides to try, you don't bother to watch, but then you hear metal scraping against the fine wood of the coffee table. Your head snaps up to look at Thor and immediately you know he heard it too, his eyes going comically wide for a split second before closing in relief when Steve doesn't pull harder, letting the hammer stay in its place.

"Natasha?" Banner nudges the redhead.

You roll your eyes, taking a sip of your bear. You want to go and finish the drink in the solitary of your room, maybe let out a few tears, but you promised Thor you'd stay until the very end, knowing he's set to leave in a few short days.

"I don't want to know the answer to that question," she says before taking a sip of her beer.

"Y/n?" Thor invites you to try, but you shake your head no, an excuse already on your tongue when you first hear it.

The screeching is loud enough to hurt humans, but to your enhanced hearing it's pure torture. You fall to the floor, covering your ears, letting out a silent cry and Natasha is by your side immediately, pressing you into her side, trying to ground your hearing. You hiss in pain, your head feels like it's being slit open, and you think Natasha is saying something, but you can't focus on a single thing.

The next second you feel her lips against yours and the sound is gone, replaced by Natashas frantic heartbeat.

"Focus on me, baby, come on," Natasha whispers against your lips, words barely audible. You nod, trying to regain your senses.

Her kisses move lower to your chin, then to your jaw, her fingers skimping under the hem of your shirt, setting the skin of your lower stomach on fire.

"Stay with me, baby," she mumbles in your ear.

There's a fight going on around you, robots flying around destroying everything in sight, but the only thing you see is Natasha's glistening eyes as she pulls away to check on you.

Then she's pulling you up and out of the room, narrowly missing a piece of metal flying her way, your eyes flicker around and you stop in your tracks, ready to join the fight and end it in seconds, but then there's a tug on your hand.

"They'll handle it. Let me take care of you."

You nod, feeling hope blossom in your chest.

Maybe Steve's right.

×××

They handled it and now you're off to Africa, getting ready to fight a villainous robot made of vibranium. The jet is weirdly silent - Tony's sulking in the corner, unusually quiet, Steve stares him down from his seat, jaw grinding in annoyance and you wonder what happened after Natasha led you to her room. You tried to pry away, ready to run back and join on the planning, but she didn't budge, staring you down until you relented and fell against the sheets, her fingers making quick works of your belt buckle.

Now though, she's back to acting like she doesn't care, her eyes trained on the skyline and you can't even pretend you aren't hurt.

"We are close," you warn the team, already searching for the target. Your eyes lock on the pair talking to Ultron. "The twins are there, on the second floor, talking to Ultron. We need to hurry."

Natasha looks at you for the first time since you boarded the jet. "Stay away from the witch. We'll handle her."

You scoff at her tone, mildly pissed at her bossing you around. "You're ordering me around now?" you force through gritted teeth.

Her eyes narrow and she looks like she wants to say more, but Tony pushes her out of the way to jump out of the jet, Thor and Steve following right behind him, and she's left glaring daggers at your back as you hurry along.

You look for the witch the moment you land.

She's easy to find, hiding in the shadows, waiting for a perfect moment to strike, while her brother runs around wrecking havoc.

"Little witch," you call out, startling her enough to make her jump up.

Her eyes flash in annoyance, but the second she sees it's you her lips stretch in a one sided smile. "I have a name, you know."

You nod, your lips stretching into a full blown grin. You remember how your last conversation ended, but you don't care much about the possibility of her hurting you.

"I won't," she says, like she just read your mind.

You suppose she might have, she is a witch after all.

She shakes her head, letting out a huff of laughter, "There's a lot of things I can do," her eyes flash dangerously, her smile now with a hint of malice, "make sure not to cross me." She winks and turns just in time to step out of her brother's way.

You blink, cursing yourself for getting so distracted again, and dart after her brother. It is an easy ordeal, and mere seconds later you have him pinned to the ground.

"You really should let me go," he grunts against the concrete, wiggling against your hold.

"I am an alien, not an idiot," you scoff, easing your hold on him just a little.

He stills for a moment, craning his neck to take a look at you, "An alien?"

His eyes are full of wonder, and suddenly you're reminded that the two of them are young, the same age you were when you first stepped foot on Earth.

You sigh, looking around for a cage of some sort or a piece of metal to bend around the runner.

"Why are you helping them?" He asks, wonder replaced by anger. "Do you know what he did?"

There it is. An old basement with a bulletproof door.

"Making a bomb and launching it at civilians are two very different things, you know?" You quip and his eyes flash in indignation, but before he can start his rant you push him inside, locking the door and bending the metal for a good measure.

"He did some shitty things in the past, but at least he never joined the Nazis."

You walk away, painfully aware of the truth in your words. Now that you've said it out loud you're faced with the fact that the witch you've grown to like just after two short interactions is not a good person.

Shaking your head you make your way up, one down, two to go. You squint in the dark, trying to spot Ultron, but he's nowhere to be found and neither is Tony, so you mentally brace yourself to face the witch again, but the second you step on the landing you see Thor's slumped form.

"Hey!" You shake his shoulders and slap his face for good measure and his eyes open. He's blinking rapidly, like he just woke up from a long nap, his eyes glossed over.

"Y/n!" He whispers feverishly, and pulls you in a bone crushing hug. "You're okay, of course you're okay. That witch. She warped my mind," he pants, pushing you away, "You need to make sure everyone else is okay."

You look him over, and once you're sure he's not hurt you nod, pulling him up to his feet, and take off in the direction of Natasha's heartbeat.

You stop in your tracks as soon as your eyes fall on the trembling woman. Tears stream down her face, but her eyes are focused on the floor, unblinking. She doesn't move when Clint presses her into his side, doesn't flinch when he hauls her up to her feet, but when her eyes register you she jumps as if burned, clutching at Clint.

You take a step closer, your own eyes watering, but she looks like she might throw up if you move any closer.

Clint sends you a look and shakes his head, mouthing, "I've got her."

She limps past you, shaking so violently you're sure even a human can notice.

They move past you and suddenly all you see is red.

Moving faster than the speed of light you have the witch pressed against the wall, her fingers clutched in your vice grip.

She looks up, her eyes wide and terrified.

Good, you think.

"What did you do to her?" You growl in her face, pushing her into the wall with your whole body.

No way you'll let her escape this time.

Her throat constricts. "I- Her biggest fear. I showed her her biggest fear." She sinks her body against the wall, trying to wrangle her hands out of your grip. Her heart is thrumming violently and you can't tell if the tiny skip of a beat is a result of her fear or her lie.

"She'll be fine in a few hours, I swear." Her eyes lock with yours, so unbelievably green, and you feel yourself slipping away. "Just let me go," she asks, pushing her body forwards, her fingers slipping away from your hold. Her face tilts forward until your lips are almost touching. “Let me go,” she whispers. You don't see the wisps of her magic swirl around her fingers, too focused on the way her lips move. Too many thoughts swarm your brain, but you find yourself focusing on one. You want her to close the gap.

"That's right, you want me to kiss you." Her lips almost brush against yours in a gentle peck. Your grip on her weakens completely and you're enveloped in her arms. Suddenly, she's everywhere. In your arms, in your head, in your heart. "I'm sorry about this," she whispers before pushing you off the ledge.

There's red everywhere and you find yourself falling and falling…

…and falling until your back hits the ground with a painful thud.

"Y/n! Get up. Come on." Your father helps you up, tilting your head to check the injury, but you can't focus on his face, all you can see is purple.

The planet under your feet rumbles, splitting open yet again, making your father forget about tending to your bloodied forehead in favor of hauling you up over his shoulder.

"No." You push against his shoulders when you finally realize where he's taking you. "No! I'm staying with you," you cry out, wiping the tears out of your eyes.

The sight in front of you is a nightmare. A sick, deranged nightmare. You can see the man responsible for this hold up the purple stone higher in the air, another powerful wave destroying everything in its wake.

"We have to fight, dad! We have to stop him! What about mom?!" You scream until your throat hurts, but your father doesn't budge, pushing you through double doors leading to the pods.

"We will fight," he promises, putting you down. "But you… you're destined for greatness, my child. You can't die fighting a losing battle." He places a kiss on your temple, pushing a syringe into your side.

You stare at him in betrayal, fighting against him with all your might, but your limbs get too heavy and your eyes start closing on their own.

You're pushed in the pod and your father types coordinates for Asgard. "They'll treat you as their own," he chokes, trying to fight tears, "I love you, my sweet girl."

"Y/n!"

You sit up, gasping for breath, eyes darting around the room.

"Y/n, a little help!"

Tony's voice sounds from your comms and you shudder.

"I can't-" you sob, looking around you, searching for the witch, but she's long gone, and all you can do is sit in the dark and hope someone will come and get you.

"I don't know what you saw there, kid, but our green friend might chew me up any second now. I really need you," he pleads.

Your hands shake and your legs tremble as you stand up, forcing the memory to the back of your mind. You close your eyes, letting the tears fall and tear through the roof, unaware of a pair of eyes watching you leave.

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[romanoffshouse]

Wanda: Would you rather marry Natasha, or–

Y/N: Yes, marry her.

Wanda: I didn’t say the other thing–

Y/N: I don’t need to hear it.

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