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Free Bird - Part 6

Hey sorry I've been ill these past few days and haven't really had time to write but here's part 6! hope you like it <3 It'll be the last one for this series but I have more fics coming <3 Thanks for reading <3

Warnings: fingering, p in v sex, getting together, drinking, eating.

Part 5

Taglist: @concretmatilda @xxdel-inkxx @lilhobgobbler @ada-clarence

You woke up the next day with Noah arm strewn around you, sleeping soundly next to you. You felt your heart flutter as he tucked you closer hon his sleep, feeling completely safe in his arms. The sun was peeking in through the blinds and you wondered what time it is. You reached over to the nightstand to grab your phone, it was only 9:21. You rolled over into Noah's chest and snuggled up, closing your eyes again. He stirred and hummed as he woke up to the movement.

"Hi sweetheart." He said and you raised your head to look at him. He peeked through a half closed lid and smiled as he closed it again and hugged you even closer.

"Hi." You replied, relishing in the warmth and coziness. You were interrupted however, by a knock on the door.

"Hey Noah you awake? I got an idea for that song we were working on the other day." You heard from outside the door and Noah groaned.

"I'm sleeping!" He yelled and you tried to muffle your giggle. He looked back down at you and smiled, removing the hand that covered your mouth so he could kiss you. Your giggle subsided with the feeling of his lips on yours and you hugged him.

"You sure need it after last night." You heard the voice say and your eyes bulged, breaking apart from Noah and sitting up, covering your breasts with the covers.

"Oh my god that's so embarrassing Noah!" You whisper-yelled and he laughed.

"It's just Jolly, he won't tell anybody. Except the other guys of course." He said and you smacked his chest softly as he laughed again.

"I made breakfast so however many people you are in there come get it." Jolly said and you groaned.

"I can't believe he heard us oh my god." You said, burying your face in your hands.

"C'mon babe, it's not that bad. Let's just go get breakfast, he'll tease us a little for it and then it'll be forgotten, hm?" He said sitting up and hugging you from behind, kissing your shoulder. you looked back at him with a skeptical look in your eyes, but ultimately agreed. You got up and got dressed in Noah's shirt from last night and a pair of his sweatpants, making sure to tie the string sistra tight so they would fit you.

You walked downstairs to the smell of bacon, garlic and other great scents, trailing a little behind Noah. You knew Jolly pretty well, but this was so embarrassing for you.

"Oh that smells great dude." Noah said, sitting in one of the chairs by the breakfast bar, you sitting next to him.

"Omelette du Joakim coming right up." Jolly said, not looking back. He cooked for a little longer before plating the omelette he was cooking and grabbing the two plates, turning around and realising you were there.

"I guess I'll make another one." He said with a small smile on his lips as he set down the plates in front of you and Noah. You smiled at him as you grabbed a fork and started eating.

"Oh my god this is so good?" You exclaimed and Noah laughed.

"Yeah Jolly is surprisingly good at cooking." He said as chuckled at your surprised face.

"It's because you are used to junk and bad produce. I like my food without science." Jolly said, making his Swedish accent more prominent and both you and Noah laughed. You finished eating and helped Jolly with the dishes before you got dressed and ready to go home.

"Why can't you stay?" Noah pleaded, sitting in sweatpants on the edge of his bed, pulling you in by grabbing the back of your thighs.

"Because, Noah, I have to get home and sort out my apartment before I go back to work tomorrow." You said, pushing his hair back and away from his face, leaning down to kiss him. He kissed you back, keeping you close to him for a bit longer.

"I'll just miss you." He said, gliding his hands up to your ass.

"I'll miss you too silly, but I got housework and you got...music..work or whatever, I bet Jolly is hating me right now cause you're just here fondling me instead of working." You said with a smile, making sure he knew you really didn't mind that he was touching you.

"I like fondling you though, if he knew what kind of ass was hiding under these clothes he would understand." Noah said playfully and you grinned, kissing him again.

"I'm sorry baby, I have to go. We'll text and we'll see each other as soon as possible okay?" You said, kissing his pouting lips. He whined, but let you go, following you to the front door. As you turned to him to kiss him goodbye, he wrapped his arm around you and grabbed you ass again, making you smile into the kiss. You grabbed his back and broke the kiss, smiling at him before you turned and walked out the driveway, turning to see him leaning against the doorframe and looking at you. You blushed, pushing your hair behind your ear and enjoying the feeling of butterflies in your stomach.

You got into the Uber you had ordered and smiled the whole way home.

Noah's POV

"I love her Jolly." I said suddenly. I didn't even mean to say it I just couldn't hold it in any longer. She was just so great and I felt so safe in her company, I never wanted her to leave.

"I know dude." Jolly said and I looked at him.

"What, like you haven't loved her for years? You never like her boyfriends-"

"They're abusive!" I interjected and Jolly ignored me.

"You always talk about her-"

"Well she is my best friend!"

"There's at least 2 songs on every album we've made that you've written about her-"

"That's- okay that's pretty accurate."

"You love her. Just tell her, cause clearly she loves you too." Jolly finished as he started the game of Mario Kart we had going on the TV. I tried playing, but Y/N was on my mind too much and I couldn't concentrate, so for the first time in years, Jolly won.

"This girl got you messed up bro, you never lose to me." Jolly said almost laughing. I hid my face in my hands as he clapped my back.

"I can't wait until next time she's off work, I have to go to her." I said as I got up. Jolly looked at me in shock.

"Well we still need to work on the album, and the guys will be here soon, you can't fuck off to happy-new-relationship-land now! Tell her to come to Nick's party on Friday, then you'll have a whole weekend to make her yours, okay?" Jolly said and I slumped back into the couch. He was right, I wouldn't be able to leave once I got there, so I would have to settle with texting a facetiming.

You were at work when Noah called you the next day, but luckily it was in your lunch break so you picked it up.

"Hey Noah!" You said cheerfully.

"Hey angel, whatcha up to?" He asked, his smile apparent in his voice.

"Not much, I have my lunch break right now but I'm heading back soon. Did you need something?" You asked, packing up the trash from your lunch.

"Yeah I wanted to know if you wanted to come to this party we're having for the Nicks?" He asked and you smiled.

"Sure, when is it?" You asked and you could hear a sigh of relief coming from Noah.

"It's this Friday, it's like a grill party type situation." Noah said, his voice getting deeper, like he was running out of air.

"Oh are you gonna be like a dad grilling all of our food?" You teased and he chuckled.

"Oh yeah, I got a whole toolset of grilling stuff! No I'm just kidding, it's Jolly that's gonna do the grilling. Apparently they're big on that in Sweden, I don't know." He said laughing, making you laugh too.

"Aww, that's too bad-" You looked around to see if anyone else could hear "-Daddy." You said quietly and you could hear Noah let out a shaky breath.

"Don't do this to me baby, I'm heading into the studio and I really don't need a boner for that." Noah said and you laughed.

"Alright, go scream your heart out baby, I'll see you Friday." You said and he chuckled.

"See you Friday babe. L-uh see you!" Noah said hurriedly and hung up. You looked down at your phone, the screen black. Was he really about to say that word? You felt butterflies in your stomach, but brushed it off. It was way too soon for that now.

Friday came and you were getting dressed up for the party. Noah had said to dress cute but casual so you did just that, with a long denim skirt and a black cropped top. You had bought a case of beer to bring too, hoping to be seen as the cool girlfriend.

Girlfriend. Pff. He hadn't even asked you on a second date, how could you think you were his girlfriend? Did you even want that? It's not like the last relationship you had went very well, what if this is the same?

You shook your head to rid yourself of the horrible thoughts and grabbed the case of beer before looking one last time in the mirror before leaving for Noah's place.

You arrived early to help set up and when you rung the bell, Folio answered the door.

"Hey girl! Long time no see!" He said as he pulled you in for a hug, not before taking the case of beer from you.

"Hi! I came early to help set up, hope that's okay?" You said and he looked at you like you just asked the stupidest question in the world.

"Of course it's okay! We need to catch up!" He said as you walked behind him inside the house. You and Folio had always gotten along, he was always full of energy, super nice to you and always seemed interested in your life.

You walked into the kitchen and saw Noah filling bowls with chips and you sneaked up behind him and hugged him. He jumped slightly and turned around to see who you were and smiled when he realised.

"Hi sweets!" He said, turning around and lifting you in a giant hug, you laughed as you looked at him and he smiled fondly at you. He put you down and kissed your lips, making you blush.

"Guess we missed a lot." Said Nicholas and the others laughed while you hid in Noah's chest.

"You didn't tell them?" You asked, looking up at him and he shrugged.

“Didn’t know if you wanted me to yet.” He replied and your heart soared at that. He was considering your feelings on who knows? And the way he said it made it feel like you had an autonomy no one had ever let you have before. You were sure he didn’t know the weight of what that simple decision meant for you.

“Well now they know.” You said calmly, hugging him again.

“Well we’re still here so…alcohol?” Folio said, a big smile on his face and you all agreed.

While drinking you looked around the room to see how far along the party coming and then checked your watch to see how much time you had.

“We’ll have you prepared the sides or anything? And when are you planning on hearing the grill?” You asked Noah and he shrugged.

“I have all kinds of plans with the grill don’t you worry.” Jolly said and you all laughed.

Before long, the rest of the guests were arriving and you introduced yourself to people you didn’t know, as well as people you did.

“Hi I’m Y/N I’m a friend of Noah and the guys’, whats your name?” You would say and every time Noah would be standing closer and closer to you. You didn’t think much of it, but when all the guests had arrived you sat on the sofa and Noah was sat right besides you as close as he could come. He was still socializing and talking to people but not leaving your side for a second and you found it kind of strange.

You got up to talk to the two Nicks for a while and it was nice to catch up with your old friends but soon Noah was at your side again and you couldn’t understand why. You looked at him and he was just talking to Folio like he wasn't basically stalking you.

You decided to go to the bathroom but before you could close the door Noah pushed himself into the room with you.

"Hi?" You said and he was smiling.

"Hi! I missed you!" He said and hugged you. You hugged him back, even if you were genuinely confused.

"How could you though? You've been glued to my side since the party started." You said and he disconnected from you.

"Oh...I'm sorry I didn't realise it was a problem." He said, looking genuinely guilty. He didn't meet your eyes and you felt bad that you had hurt his feelings. He visibly took distance to you and your heart broke a little from it.

"It's not a problem, I just...I haven't really experienced this before so it just seems a bit strange I guess." You said, laughing a little to break the tension. He looked at you as you moved closer.

"I didn't like you calling me your friend." Noah said suddenly and you stopped in your tracks. What? He didn't wanna be your friend? You heart broke even more.

"What?" Was all you managed to say, your voice shaking a little bit. Noah noticed immediately, his head shooting up with a worried expression clear on his face.

"Oh I didn't mean it like that! No no sweet thing!" Noah said, walking over to pull you into his body.

"I just meant like I would rather you introduce yourself as my girlfriend, if you want to." He said, and you raised your head from his chest.

"What?" You asked, more in disbelief than anything else. He was searching your eyes for any answer, anything that indicated whether or not he had just fucked up his chances or calmed you down. You were searching his for any ounce of untruthfulness, but you found none. You were waiting for the menacing laughter but it never came. He meant what he said and you could feel it.

"Do you want to be my girlfriend?" He asked again and the words sinked in. He did really want that! The things you had worried about ever since your date suddenly dissipated, the man in front of you was asking you to be his girlfriend, this was not a joke, this was real and he was waiting for an answer.

"Yes, Noah, I'll be your girlfriend." You said, a look of disbelief across your face.

"Yeah? You will?" He asked, needing the confirmation.

"Yes." You said, your smile widening at the thought of being his and him being yours. You both smiled at each other, the pressure that had been in your chest suddenly lifting and a new feeling, a much lighter one replaced it, happiness filling your whole body and he lifted you to kiss you, your legs wrapping around his waist. He spun around and sat you on the counter by the sink, running his hands through your hair.

You kissed for what felt like an eternity and when you finally broke apart for air you looked at each other with the biggest smile, out of breath, faces red and your lipstick all over Noah's mouth, small giggles making you feel like a teenager. You were happy, yes it was soon after your last relationship, but both you an Noah had loved each other for years and finally you felt at peace knowing he was yours and he would treat you with the utmost respect, just as he has all the time you've known him.

He kissed down your neck and you hugged him close, feeling warm and fuzzy inside. He bit down and you let out a gasp, making him grind his hips into yours as he grabbed your hips.

"We can't Noah, not here! People will hear." You said as he kissed down your chest, fiddling with your belt buckle.

"C'mon the music's loud, they won't hear anything." He said, finally opening your belt and then the button of you denim skirt. He kissed you behind your ear, biting your earlobe. You moaned and your hips rocked forward on their own accord.

"I want you baby. You're mine now, I wanna make you know it too." He spoke softly into your ear making chills go down your spine. You pushed him away, shock and concern gracing his face when you pulled down your skirt and pushed him to the toilet, sitting on top of him. He smiled devilishly and held onto you by your ass, kissing you deeply.

"Then get to it baby, show me who owns this pussy." You said in his ear and he audibly growled as he ripped your underwear away from your pussy and started rubbing your clit with his whole hand making you groan and throw your head back. He kissed between your breasts and two of his fingers entered you and you gasped, looking back at him.

"Noah.." You sighed as he pulled your shirt down with his teeth. He encased your nipple with his lips making pleasure shoot down to your core making your hips rut against his fingers.

"Tell me what you want baby. You wanna cum huh? You wanna cum on my fingers?" Noah asked and you nodded, not able to say anything. You were so close and his fingers were fucking you mercilessly, his thumb pressing on your clit and you felt like you were flying. The hand that wasn't occupied was gripping your ass hard, sure to leave bruises and you bit your lip to stop sound from coming from your mouth.

"Oh god Noah I'm so close." You all but whispered, the pressure in your abdomen intensifying and suddenly Noah curled his fingers and reached your sweet spot, making a loud moan escape your lips.

"Shh baby, don't want the others to hear now do we?" Noah mewled and you nodded looking in his eyes as the waves of pleasure crashed through you. He was coaching you through your orgasm, not that you could hear him. His fingers weren't letting up, relentlessly overstimulating your spot to the point where you didn't even know if you were still alive.

"That's it baby girl, you look so good coming on my fingers, such a good girl." Noah murmured as his movements slowed, letting you come back to reality. You were leaning against his chest, completely spent and breathing heavily. His fingers slid out of you and you winced from the feeling.

"You with me honey?" He asked gently, his hand gliding along the skin of your thigh. You looked at him and smiled weakly, nodding your head slowly. He smiled back and kissed you. You lifted your hand to reach for his pants button and flicked it open, reaching your hand into his pants and pulled his cock out, giving it a few pumps.

"God you're gonna be the death of me." He said and you smiled. He reached out to a drawer to get a condom. You stopped his hand and he looked at you questioningly.

"I'm on the pill and I trust you." You said simply and he kissed you deeply.

"Gonna fuck the shit out of this pussy. Gonna feel all of you." He said as he hugged you closer and positioned his dick so you were hovering over it and you sunk down, your jaw going slack as you looked in each others eyes, the stretch of him entering feelings incredible. He sat you down completely on his cock and let you adjust, but before long your hips started moving on their own and small whines kept coming from your throat.

"What do you need baby hm? Tell me and I'll give you anything you could want." He said softly and you felt your heart warm.

"I want, uh fuck, I want to, fuck please." You said, unable to form a coherent sentence. You were desperate for him to move but he wouldn't, not until he got your confirmation.

"I need to know what you want baby, okay? You want me to move hm?" He asked and you nodded desperately. He still didn't move, a mischievous grin plastered on his face.

"Oh fuck Noah please just fuck me!" You almost yelled, frustrated that he wouldn't just do it. He knew what you wanted, you could tell on his face.

"Oh is that what you want? Don't worry darling I've got you." He said softly and he hugged you closer, getting a good grip on your ass before he pounded into you, making you moan loudly. You slapped a hand across your mouth, muffling the sounds coming out of your mouth as he fucked you relentlessly. You had your arms wrapped around his shoulders, the thrusts of his hips were getting sloppy and sweat was running from his forehead.

"Noah, fuck, oh." You tried to ask him something but the way the head of his dick was abusing your spot made it nearly impossible. He slowed his thrusts and looked at you in concern.

"Something wrong?" He asked, out of breath. You shook your head hurriedly.

"No no, just, fuck, will you fuck me against the sink? Wanna watch." You said and his hips stilled, his lips curling up into a smile and he nodded, kissing you once before letting you off his lap and guiding you to the sink. he turned you around and bent you over the counter, one hand in your hair and one of you hip as he entered you again, slowly to not hurt you.

"Look at you baby, so good for me. Gonna fuck you so good, go watch yourself get fucked baby." He said almost a growl and you grinned as his hips started moving again, his fingers gripping your hair tighter, pulling your head up. You grabbed onto the edge of the counter, bracing yourself.

"Harder Noah, please." You said and he immediately complied. His face was scrunched up in concentration, holding back his orgasm as much as he could. He was determined to have you come first, or at least at the same time. Your moans got louder the closer you were so he pulled your body up by your hair and the hand that was on your hip shoved two finger in your mouth which you gratefully accepted.

"Shh baby, gotta be quiet.." He said breathlessly as he continued to fuck you and the heat in your belly returned quick, making your tongue swirl around his fingered, sucking them with all your might. The sounds you were making increased in volume and you could barely contain yourself anymore. Noah removed his fingers and let his hand wrap around your throat instead, tightening his grip around it.

"I'm gonna come soon baby, where do you want it?" He asked and you let out a breathy "inside, please." before he smiled and fucked you with even more vigour.

"Come on my cock baby, that's it. Show me you're mine. I'm gonna come too, c'mon baby." Noah growled in your ear and you let go, feeling the waves of pleasure crash over you again but this time more intense. His thrusts became sloppy as he came too with a groan and as you came down together, his grip on your throat and hair softened. He pulled out of you and hugged you close, kissing your neck and the back of your head.

You stood hugging for a while, enjoying the afterglow of you orgasm when suddenly you heard a knock on the door.

"Are you done fucking in there? Some of us have to pee." Nick yelled and you laughed heartily, smiling at each other as you got dressed. You decided you were happy that you wore a long skirt when you saw your underwear ripped to shreds on the floor. Noah saw and went over to pick them up, putting them in his back pocket.

"Noah!" You squealed and he grinned back at you. He kissed you one last time, happy to finally call you his and proud to tell everyone that you were his girlfriend.

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gayerthanevertbh · 2 years

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words don’t come easy - part one.

pairings | natasha romanoff x wanda maximoff

summary | natasha romanoff falls in love with an 18-year-old girl from italy, and they began to have countless innuendos encounters. wanda maximoff began to think that their affair was somewhat unbearable while natasha; she has two months left to make the secret relationship count.

warnings | 18+! YOU’VE BEEN WARNED! age difference (7 years apart), major angst, fluff, secret relationship, smut, cheating, and more.

notes | i posted this on wattpad & ao3 but some people would like to read it here so, yay! i know this will flop, but i don’t give a shit. i love writing this and i love wandanat so much so... enjoy!

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We'll only stay for a few months. Don't worry about it, Wanda.

We were living in this two-story house that looked fairly old but was still livable since my parents bought it in the meantime. I didn't know when I turned eighteen we were going to a different country, so I was surprised to be woken up by different surroundings. My brother, Pietro, hops around the house like a little kid. There were still furniture paddings on each surface I see – and a big old painting in the middle of the room. Assuming it's Édouard Manet, Le Déjeuner sur l'herbe – which is a classic. I clung to my rib-knit beige cardigan around my body and took a few steps to the patio, where there was a white table the same color as the chairs that looked it's about to perish; but looked comfortable to sit on, I think.

"We have neighbors five minutes away from the house," papa mentioned behind me as I turned my head to see him dropping off the bags onto the ground with a loud thud, making Pietro flinch – I try to suppress a laugh. "Why don't you and Pietro go introduce yourselves? They're very friendly."

"Can we sleep first?" Pietro asked, still lying down on the dusty couch with his arm covering his eye. I rolled my eyes and slapped his upper arm playfully, but maybe with intention too. He groaned and stood up, tucking his button-up white shirt into his high-waisted dark blue cargo pants. Then, I opened the front door and almost shielded my eyes from the sun striking through our pale skins – making Pietro hiss like a vampire.

"Do you think it's too hot to even go out?" I asked, turning my head slightly to look at Mama and Papa, who didn't seem to be that bothered by the warm ray of the sun.

Papa shakes his head, encouraging us to leave the house. "Oh come on, a sun wouldn't hurt, right? Now go, I want both of you to make friends."

Pietro brought out the bike from the van, dropping it onto the ground while grabbing mine as he held it for me. He asked, "I really don't plan to do this, sistra."

"Yeah well me neither," I said, sighing loudly. As if saying: this is such a childish thing to do but I had no choice. Me and Pietro cycled quietly down the path, almost in awe at how greenery my surrounding was. There was a field of flowers on my left, and on my right were just trees and grass. Not even for five minutes we were in some lonesome town that seemed to be unbothered and clean. I saw a house that looked inviting and decided to park my bike there, dropping it onto the ground like Pietro did with his bike a while ago. I could hear him sigh once I reached the front door – almost a sign of regret plastered on my face.

"Is this even a good idea?" he asked, scratching the back of his head. If I do disagree with him, then there wouldn't be any accomplishments that I've done today. And possibly, Papa would be disappointed in us. Sometimes Papa can be hardheaded, very forceful if it's a must. But we didn't oppose it because it was never our place to do so. Without even thinking about my own actions, I knocked on the door. Twice.

The door swooshes open and saw a blonde green-eyed girl who looked like she didn't want to be bothered. I lifted my hand up to wave hello but she cut me off, saying: "You're the Maximoffs, I know. Your father is a very rich man, eh?"

I noticed that she has a thick Russian accent, which wasn't so difficult to understand since she speaks with my own accent once. I nodded and gave her a small smile, fondling the cloth of my cardigan. Then she says again, "If you're looking for Natasha, she's picking some citrus. She'll come back in a few minutes, I hope."

"We're not technically looking for her," mentioned Pietro, which made the girl scrunch both of her eyebrows.

"Huh?"

"We are here to introduce ourselves," I said, dragging my words like I was embarrassed — which I am right at this moment. I can tell that the girl wanted to laugh since her mouth was twitching. If she laughs, then I laugh. Then, we would all laugh like a circus. "I–Well, my name is Wanda. That's my brother Pietro, it's nice to meet you."

"Yelena Belova," she introduced herself, closing the door behind her and leaning against it. She wore a tight white tank top and loose shorts all the way to her thighs. "Ciao, I guess. Well, I could introduce you to my sister, but right now she's gone."

She has mentioned it twice, and I noticed it pretty well. I think sometimes I'm a heavy listener that I do have this hypothetical memory where I absolutely remember every word that a person would say, even a place. I nodded and wrapped my arms around myself, feeling a little uncomfortable from the radiating heat above us. Eventually, she asked us to go to the back of her house and we sat on the bench – waiting for her sister. I don't even know why we were supposed to meet her sister, was she important? I'm assuming that she was. I hear Pietro murmuring: I just know her sister is hot.

I cursed inwardly to myself to even think that way too. Maybe her sister was such incredible beauty that I could make myself gasp and wonder why haven't I seen a goddess like her?

Until I was right, I almost gasped at how beautiful her sister was.

She's a redhead, tall, and stood in front of us with a broad shoulder – looking tough. I'd say she looked more of a masculine side, but she's also feminine with the features on her face. She looked at Pietro, then at me. And as much as I wanted her to look at me more, she removed her eyes away and averted them back to Yelena. In her hand, there was a basket full of citrus; the fresh ones. So that's probably the reason why she's been away.

"They are our new neighbors," Yelena said, making a small smile ahead of us. "Maximoffs, remember?"

Yelena must've talked about us moving here for two months to Natasha since she looked surprised that it was us, the Maximoffs. I don't see the reason why they have to go with that term, it makes me feel like I don't belong somewhere. Clearly, I don't belong here. But I didn't have to worry since I'm not going out of my room anyway for the whole summer after the whole scenario going on right now.

Natasha, I could tell, was quite smitten with Pietro and me. She was shaking his hand, telling him it was a pleasure meeting a boy like him until she came across to me, and we held eye contact for a few seconds. She gently takes my hand and shakes it, her eyes never leaving mine. I blurted out: "Wanda, Wanda Maximoff."

"It's nice meeting you then, Wanda."

Then it hit me. I was extremely attracted to her for only a few minutes of my life. I wouldn't say I was obsessed, I can't even exaggerate with that term but she was charming – so charming that my body hurts from her whipped smile. She lifts up her hand to scratch her nape and I can see the edging details on her muscles. My, she was beautiful and so strong, does she lift? It's a weird question to even think about; but I also can't help it.

Natasha invited us inside her house, which looked very homey and as if someone really does live there. Sometimes, people only use houses to put up a show. Sure, there was nice furniture and great adds onto it; but it never looked like someone was living there in oasis peace. The tiles were very dark orange, leading its way to the backyard and I saw a small circular pool at the left corner while there was a barbeque stand on the right. Turning around, a curved doorway that looked like a Spanish architect led me to the kitchen area. I was very curious about the design that was built in this home, so I asked Natasha who is back facing me: "Did you design this home?"

She turns around, puts two glasses of water down on the dark oak table, and leans her butt against the edges of it. "My friend did, he's an incredible designer. I was the one who picked the color, although he did say that my color choice was awful. So, he tried putting my taste to his idea and now you've got yourself a beautiful home."

I derived a smile that looked like I was about to chuckle or it was just a genuine smile. Either way, she gave me the same treatment and I stood there awkwardly, my hands still wrapped around me. I felt guarded, somehow. I don't know if bringing my arms down would help me from my fidgeting but hopefully – she doesn't notice it; which it seems like she hasn't.

"Where are you from?" her question made me feel nervous, timid, and slightly excitable. It was hard for me to process the words inside my head but gladly, I knew what to say. Although it came out as a stutter as I replied to the kind woman in front of me.

"New York, but actually – I was born from Sokovia."

"Your parents must be wealthy then if you guys get to do this a lot." she humored, making my smile lift up to my cheeks until my teeth were shown. I then shake my head, walking around in circles to stop myself from feeling this attraction for a woman who's probably a decade older than me. Which made me ask: "How old are you? You seem mature."

"Mature?" Natasha's eyebrows lift up, I don't know if she was hurt or relieved by my statement but she responded quickly, "I'm twenty-five, do I look that old?"

She looks mature for such a young age, yet ethereally beautiful; especially with that deep hooded eyes that looked like she wants to attract me as well. I looked at her hand and noticed that she subconsciously dances her fingers on the surface of the wood, maybe three to four times. Then she stops, looking at her hand and then doing the same motion until we fall into this comfortable silence.

"You look great for your age," I tell her with pure honesty. "Are you working?"

She smiles as if pleased with the question I occur and leans more of her back onto the air, both of her hands on the table to elevate her body. "I do photography, graduated from it too. But right now, I'm just working for my buddy Clint."

I make an ah sound as if sounding interested in her whole life job or something like that. I haven't experienced having a job so it's hard to relate to her, especially when she's seven years older than me. I bet she's much wiser, smarter, and ethical. I was immature, hotheaded, and severely infatuated with everyone I dropped my eyes to. And when I met Natasha for the first time, I knew what road I was going to take.

"You? Do you work?" she asked, her voice brightening up more than a while ago. I shake my head; her face makes a weird look. "Oh, so you're a teen?"

"Eighteen," I responded like I was correcting her. Although that age does sound like a teenager too, so maybe I was still a teenager. At least I am at the right age and can do legal stuff; so I hope that won't be concerning for her. "Do I look that old?"

She shakes her head, dropping her head down for a few seconds and then looking back up at me.

"No, I just assumed that you were working."

"I just finished high school," I mentioned, acting like a proud adult who just graduated a few weeks ago. And I was indeed proud of myself; she smiles at me and begins to have this fondness around me that I'm not quite sure what of. "I want to major in writing and journalism. Does that suit me?"

"I think you can, I bet you're a smart girl."

Does she mean that? I don't normally like taking compliments. In fact, I do despise people saying: you're a talented writer, you should make a book! And that would enrage me to my bones until I was fuming. But when you have modesty, sometimes that doesn't mimic your face. So, I never acted out immaturely about it, I would just say my gratefulness and continue to be pissed off over nothing in particular. But it sounded like she meant it, or maybe I was just having this erratic crush on her that made me believe she meant it.

"I'd think I'm a smart girl if you think that way then." I joked, which made my face slightly turn red as I flirted with her in a way that she probably noticed. And of course, she did. Natasha gave me a quick smirk and stood up properly, walking to the doorway and turning her head to me, asking: "Why don't you come with me? Do you want to see my pictures?"

I recognize the way she walked to this shed where it looked uninviting. That's probably the way she's telling other people to stay out of her business, and I respect that. And once I came inside the small shed, I was greeted with red lights surrounding me that almost hurt my eyes. She says, "I'm sorry if it's a bit warm in here, sometimes it gets so hot that you can barely breathe in this hellhole. Come, here are my pictures."

Natasha's photos were eye-capturing. She was more on structures, architectural buildings, and landscapes. But mostly on these gothic buildings that have spikes all the way to the top, I can sense that she connected with more of those things other than taking pictures of people. When she proudly talked so eloquently about her photographic pictures, all I did was stare and admire the way she was so passionate about her hobby. It's something I could fully adapt to in my later years.

To much of my dismay, Pietro and I went back home after a few hours of being at their house. I'd say it was almost a disaster, but it never was ever since I met her. Was I starting to succumb to this undying infatuation over a woman who's almost ten years older than me? Possibly, but as if she would have an idea about it. But as the way she calls out my name rolls out of her tongue perfectly well, my knees weakened as well as my heart.

Say my name like that again, please say it like that again.

"Do you like her?"

I knew this was about to come, Pietro has sensed it ever since Natasha and I interacted like that. I didn't want to say anything about it, merely because I'd get annoyed with the topic and shut him out like I always do. But, I turned around and gave him a shrug on the shoulder; he smirked playfully. "So you do like her, I know. She's very forward, isn't she sistra?"

Acting innocent as I always do, I murmured: "No, why do you think that?"

He mimics my shrug, following my movements to tease me as he usually does.

"Your little boyfriend won't be as happy if he knows an older woman is all flirty with you."

Steve Rogers. The first boy to ever lay eyes on me, the first person to ever hold out my hand. I remember before leaving I gave him my bracelet, as a sign of my affection. But I never really had this idea of being in love with him, it's more like a fling or you're still in this honeymoon phase where he couldn't stop chasing you. And he never did. It got to the point where I asked Pietro back home to tell him I was severely sick; we laughed about it to this day.

I sighed through my nose and shrugged again, laying on the mattress – sprawled out. "He won't know because there's nothing going on."

Pietro smiles, I don't know if it was genuine or if he's smiling to tease me once more, but it did feel real. Then, he mumbles: "Just don't do something that will break his heart."

And once he left, I was alone again – Natasha still remained in my thoughts pretty vaguely but started to become a clearer vision once I remembered the way she would say: it's not just about pictures, it's about how you connect to the piece of art. She was biblical with her words, wise that a philosophical person would act. But there was a charm in her, wittiness too if I may add. I was simply attached to how she took me out of the shed with her hand tangled in mine like it was made to fit. I wonder if I ever become vulnerable to her, there might be something more than just being in this state: friends.

The next day, I visited her again. Although this time, she was gone as Yelena mentioned to me. I forgot that Natasha was a working woman, so I cycled back home with a disappointed heart. And to my expectations, Pietro was there – waiting for me outside by the steps.

"You went to her without me?" he asked with a broad tone but light, then shuffles his hair onto his hand. "Listen, your boyfriend might come here. Mama said to keep your room clean as she says: you never know boys. Poor Mama has to put up with you... huh?"

"You are an asshole," I mumbled, kicking him in the shins. I almost smiled profoundly at myself once I heard him grunting faintly at my back; and began to walk to the patio to see Papa verbally speaking to someone on the phone. He turns and looks at me, giving me a smile. I smiled back but sat on the couch – picking up the book papillon that talks about a man who never gave up on the world called hope. I haven't read the book much, so I started reading it until a few hours later I had fallen asleep.

Natasha Romanoff, Natasha Romanoff, what a beautiful name to say – it almost sounds poetic and dreamy. The constant feeling of her once touching my hand never wavers away like the ocean, I was infatuated. But was I, really? Maybe the city Bergamo wasn't as displeasing as I thought it would be.

And the second time we hung out, it was at this clubhouse were there not so many people surrounded. I saw Natasha wearing this white one-piece swimsuit with her hair tied up in a braided style. I felt nude with my own swimming suit, it felt too revealing but honestly – it was just me impressing her, luring her by.

"I'm happy that you came," said Natasha with a wide smile on her face. Then, motioning me to sit by the bench near the pool. It was a bright day for me, but it didn't hurt my skin; which I'm thankful for. I watch as she sits down beside me, our feet accidentally touching on the sides – I almost felt out of control over my own emotions. "Look, see that girl over there?"

I nodded, looking at the tanned girl with beautiful blonde locks. She continued, "She once gave me my own tarot card."

Being so fond of her own story, I asked: "What was the card about?"

"Something about love life," she swoons, stretching her arms out – which I gladly watch but not in a noticeable way. "That I'd meet the one for me on such an unexpected occasion."

Now, I may overthink this, but was it me? I could've sworn it was me, oh is it me? My thoughts of her destiny swirl around my head like alcohol, getting me all hazed and blurry eyes. But I managed to nod and swing my legs back and forth, biting my lower lip as I was sitting so madly close to her. Then, she says something again.

"Where's your house?"

"It's not far from here," I responded nonchalantly, acting as if I'm not interested in her question. God, was I cruel. I looked to her side and asked, "Gonna stalk me now, Romanoff?"

She laughs and shakes her head, which made my stomach turn into these knots that are untreatable. She picks up a strand of her hair and tucks it back to her ear, replying: "Could be. Hey, I'm glad that I've made a friend in this hopeless town. God knows I need one."

"Don't you have friends?" I said with a cocky tone, lifting my eyebrows at her. Natasha just rolls her eyes and shakes her head; assuming it was a no. Was her life as sad as mine? Then, we were likely the same.

"I do, I just don't negotiate with them."

Then before I could respond to her statement, I felt her hand squeezing my shoulder. I almost flinched from her warm touch, the way she said: I'm going for a swim and I watch her from afar as she does so. She was beautiful, alluring, compelling, disarming – no, far from that. Natasha was never that. But as she makes the butterfly strokes, I mindlessly touched my shoulder; feeling as if she touched me again for the first time. My, I was whipped. The good thing is, Pietro wasn't here to notice that action.

Hopeless. I was a kid. She was a full-on adult, living her life. At least I was at the right age to have this silly infatuation with her.

Our connection was never casual.

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