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Bye-Bye Miss American Pie

Pairing: Steve x Nat (platonic) - Hurt/Comfort

Summary: (Based on this prompt from a friendly anon.) They say never trust a man with two first names, but does anyone know if you should trust a man with three? Natasha Romanoff can tell you the answer, and that answer is no. Only because he's noisy and will indirectly embarrass you in front of your teammates and show them a video of you singing. But then he'll go out of his way to make you feel better about your singing by proving to you how amazing you are at it in the most obnoxious way. So I guess in a way the answer can also be a yes.

Word Count: 5887

CWs: slight spoilers for Black Widow, mention of guns, a handful of cussing, this is a song fic, this is a tickle fic

I did in fact end up writing this backward. But don't worry it was edited forward, so everything flows lol. This was definitely a challenge but a fun one! This is my first non-reader story. I hope you guys like it <3. I'm sorry this took so long life has been busy.

The morning air was filled with silence, occasionally broken by a wisp of wind cutting through the surrounding forest. The sky was painted in vibrant blues and purples, with hints of oranges as the sun slowly began to peek over the horizon. Natasha laid peacefully under her mountain of covers; the sounds of the outside world nonexistent to her resting mind.

The sound of piercing bells and wind chimes cut through the comforting silence. Turley, a beautiful melody if not for its origin. Natasha's alarm continued to sound off until her hand emerged from under the cocoon of blankets cutting off the piercing sound. She let out a groan as she stretched and stepped out of bed to start her early morning routine.

The grogginess slowly faded as she shuffled around her bathroom. Midway through brushing her teeth, she paused and took a quick glance at her phone.

No new notifications.

Natasha's hand faltered as her fingers hovered over the messaging app. She took a deep breath and placed her phone on the counter going back to her routine. She continued to shuffle around her room pulling out a tank top, a pair of sweatpants, and its matching hoodie to wear for her workout. She grabbed her water bottle and gym bag as she made her way down to the gym.

Thwap

The sound of fists hitting leather echoed through the training room as Natasha stepped through the double doors. Steve paused his workout as he heard the doors swing open, "Morning," he smiled.

Natasha mumbled a quick morning back. Steve's eyes followed her as she moved across the room towards the bench where he placed his gym bag. Natasha's brows furrowed at whatever sat on her phone's screen. She stopped next to the bench and tossed her bag and phone down with a huff.

"You feeling alright?"

"I'm fine," she quickly adjusted her posture, "Are you? I think I see your first punching bag over there," she tossed a teasing smile in his direction.

Steve rolled his eyes, "Ha Ha, very funny." He decided not to press the issue yet, 'If Nat needed to talk she would. She's always been a private person.' He resumed his boxing as Natasha made her way across the room to the artillery range.

Natasha cocked her gun and aimed at the target that laid a few yards in front of her. She took a deep breath trying to clear the nagging feeling that lingered in the back of her mind. The restless feeling wanted to reach the front of her mind, fighting any and all other thoughts she dared try to process first.

Steve watched her from across the room; he noted how her heels dug into the ground as if they could crack the concrete beneath them. The gun clicked as she pulled the trigger. They both watched as the bullet soared towards its target. It landed a few inches away from its intended position, though if the target was a real combatant it would have been fatal. She lowered her gun and let out a huff. She rolled her shoulder trying to shrug off the cynical thoughts that now sat at the forefront of her mind.

Steve continued his workout intermittently looking up at Natasha firing at the targets before her. Shot, after shot, her demeanor continued to tense. Her brows were tightly knitted together, and her knuckles slowly turned whiter with each shot. The sound of Steve's final punch echoed across the gym in tandem with a round leaving Natasha's gun. Steve stilled the swinging punching bag, "Hey Nat, do you want to spar?"

She holstered her gun and made her way to the sparring mats, "Sure Cap."

She tossed her hoodie on the bench as she jumped into the ring. Steve tried to make small talk while they both circled each other around the mat. He hoped the Natasha would open up, or at the very least he could distract her from whatever was currently bothering her.

"So how's your day been?"

"Steve it's first thing in the morning, there hasn't been much of a day." She throws a jab at him. Steve let out a mock gasp as he dodged her punch. "Are you saying you haven't been enjoying my company?"

"I was earlier. Treasured every moment."

Steve's brows pinched together, "We weren't talking earlier." She shrugged her shoulders, a cheeky smile framed her face. Steve made a lunge for her, "Rude," and pinned her against his chest. Before Natasha could break free Steve scribbles his fingers across her neck.

Natasha giggles spilled out of her mouth as she struggled against his hold, "Steeeveee! We're supposed to be sparring!" Steve let out a small chuckle as he continued to drag his fingers up and down the length of her neck.

Natasha had very few spots that would elicit laughter, and usually, she wouldn't let herself be on the receiving end of a tickle attack, but right now she couldn't bring herself to break out of Steve's hold immediately. Maybe her guard was slipping more than she realized. Whatever the reason she appreciated little moments like these. Moments that helped make her thoughts and body feel a bit lighter; pushing the troubles her phone was causing further into the back of her mind.

After enduring another minute of Steve's attack he released her from his hold. Natasha leaped across the mat to distance herself from Steve; a few giggles still escaped her as she rubbed her hands along the sides and back of her neck trying to get rid of the remaining phantom tickles.

Steve smiled down at Natasha, his hands still partially outstretched towards her, "All that over a few tickles, Nat?"

She shot him a playful glare, "Like you're any better than me, Cap."

Steve raised his hands, "Fair, no more funny business, promise."

"Fine," she re-entered her fighting stance and nodded at Steve to do the same. Steve kept true to his words sensing that Natasha's mood had improved. They went a few more rounds with little to no more funny business, Steve even managed to pin her again. After their last round, Natasha grabbed her bag and water and waved goodbye, leaving Steve to complete his workout.

Stepping back into her room, Natasha placed her water bottle on the nightstand; she paused for a moment looking longingly at her bed. It was still early enough for her to get a few more hours of sleep; she barely went back to sleep after starting her day. She checked her phone one last time; still no new messages from Yelena. She tossed her phone onto the bed as she let out a heavy sigh; and thought to herself, 'Shower first then bed'. She cringed at the idea of getting into the bed feeling sweaty and sticky.

Natasha kicked off her gym shoes and workout clothes as she entered her room's attached bathroom. The tile floor felt almost comforting beneath her feet, the cool sensation was welcomed after a rough workout. Turning on the shower the tranquil sound of running water filled the room.

While the water heated up she began pulling out all the supplies she needed for her shower. She hummed the lyrics of a song she's heard countless times before; one that Yelena would play at least once every time they had a mission together. She'd roll her eyes every time Yelena insisted on playing it, and groan about how the song was bound to get stuck in her head. She hadn't heard the song in a while and began to miss it almost as much as she missed Yelena. She continued to hum, welcoming the song into the forefront of her mind; hoping it would spread into every corner of her brain pushing out the negative emotions that were flooding her mind.

'It's a standard mission. You knew that there wouldn't be much communication. Yelena can handle herself.' Natasha reminded herself as she moved about the room.

Having Yelena walk back into her life stirred up a whirlwind of emotions. For starters a huge headache, Natasha smiled to herself at the memory of re-meeting her sister at a gunpoint standoff, which soon turned into a messy fistfight. Most people would be horrified to hear the story of how they reunited; even her teammates may cringe at the story, but Natasha found it fitting. She will always be thankful for the day when Yelena found her again.

Now that Natasha had fully accepted Yelena back into her life, they both had to make up for the lost time. Though some would call their methods unorthodox; they spent most of their time together working on taking down the last of the Black Widow program. An extremely daunting mission, especially without the help of her fellow Avengers; the team had become too noticeable, and in some cases, it was even too risky to have herself attend missions. It was always rewarding and an added sense of relief when the mission would go well. Their success marked a step closer to saving more Widows and fully eradicating the program.

Natasha reached her hand under the running stream of water to test its temperature. A content smile formed on her lips, the temperature was perfect. The water heated her skin as she stepped into the shower, it felt amazing against her sore muscles. Natasha's humming slowly turned into quiet mumbling of the song. She thought more about her and Yelena's new life mission, focusing on the little moments she got to enjoy in between the constant battles. She loved the long car rides between each mission point; they were filled with nonsensical conversations and impromptu car karaoke.

Natasha let out a sigh pausing her singing; a new wave of sadness washed over her. She hadn't seen her baby sister in a few months, their schedules had been violently misaligned. Each of them had to take on solo missions, only communicating when the missions were completed, or in rare cases for emergency backup. Even when their schedules align, they never attempted to see each other outside of a mission. She had thought serval times about inviting Yelena over to the Compound but hesitated each time, always questioning if she was ready to tell her new family about her past. Natasha shook her head trying to clear her mind and think of the next lyrics to the song.

She groaned as the words escaped her, "FRIDAY?"

FRIDAY's sweet Irish accent filled the room, "Yes, Miss Romanoff."

Natasha hesitated for a moment before responding, "Can you play the song American Pie for me?"

FRIDAY replied sweetly, "Of course, Ms. Romanoff."

The hidden speakers began to play the opening tune of American Pie. Natasha hummed along to the opening melody. The sounds of the running water rippled over Natasha's voice as she sang the opening lines.

🎶A long, long time ago

I can still remember how that music

Used to make me smile🎶

Her singing started soft and heavy, barely above a whisper as she kept in time to the song's rhythm.

🎶And I knew if I had my chance that I could make those people dance

And maybe they'd be happy for a while🎶

As the song continued she gained more confidence in her voice. Nodding her head to the beat of the music.

Back in the Compound's training room, Steve was finishing cleaning up the mess of training dummies that were destroyed in the wake of his shield. He carried the last bot over to the return mat, and placed it under the handmade sign that read, 'Training Bot Medbay'. The sign wasn't anything too fancy. It was made by Peter out of a piece of copy paper and red and black markers and secured to the wall with duct tape.

Steve took one more look back over the room, before walking over to the bench where he left his gym bag. On the bench, he spotted a hoodie. 'Oh looks like Nat forgot her hoodie,' Steve thought to himself as he grabbed the hoodie from the bench and placed it on top of his bag. He flicked the lights off as he exited the room heading towards Nat's room.

Steve knocked on Natasha's door waiting for her to respond. The sound of running water and muffled music echoed through the door. 'She must be showering, I'll just leave it on her bed.' Steve opened the door making his way to Natasha's bed. Steve paused mid-stride as he registered that he was not only hearing whatever song Natasha was playing but her voice.

Natasha had reached the chorus of the song. She sang at full volume having a mini-concert with herself.

🎶I started singin' it

Singin' bye-bye, Miss American Pie🎶

Steve sat on the edge of Nat's bed completely enthralled by her singing. Natasha's voice was soft with a raspy undertone. He could hear the passion behind each word she belted out. He began nodding his head along to her singing, not only was her voice captivating but the song was pretty catchy. Steve pulled out his phone partially wanting to capture Natasha's breathtaking singing, and the other half wanting to find out what song she was singing. He pressed record on this phone filming the door to the bathroom. Natasha continued to sing along to the chorus.

🎶Drove my Chevy to the levee, but the levee was dry

Them good old boys were drinkin' whiskey and rye

And singin' "This'll be the day that I die

This'll be the day that I die"🎶

Natasha's raspy slow-paced voice picked up in tempo as the song played a guitar riff.

🎶Did you write the book of love

And do you have faith in God above🎶

Steve could hear the laughter and enjoyment in her voice as she continued to sing.

🎶If the Bible tells you so?🎶

Natasha was having a full concert, singing into her shampoo bottle and dancing around the shower. She smiled to herself enjoying the silliness of the situation.

🎶Now do you believe in rock and roll, can music save your mortal soul

And can you teach me how to dance real slow?🎶

Steve wanted to stay and listen longer to her beautiful voice, but he had at least a small amount of self-preservation. He stopped the recording on his phone and placed Natasha's hoodie on the bed. Stepping out of Natasha's room he headed down the hall to his room. Once he was in the safety of his room Steve took a shower of his own.

Natasha sang at the top of her lungs and continued to sing along unaware her solo concert had a surprise attendee. Natasha put down her makeshift microphone and continued her shower routine still singing along to the song.

Moments later, Natasha belted out the last lyrics of the song.

🎶Them good old boys were drinkin' whiskey and rye

And singin' This'll be the day that I die🎶

Heavy steam-filled her lungs as she took a deep breath. She continued to stand under the water waiting for the last note of the song to finish before she cut off the faucet. Her mind felt more at ease and her spirits were slightly lifted after having a mini-concert. Though she was still keen on taking a few extra hours of sleep.

Now ready to jump back into bed and try starting the day again in a few hours, Natasha leaped onto her bed, haphazardly throwing her blankets over herself. She poked her head out from under her blanketed cocoon, "FRIDAY can you turn off the lights?" Natasha's muffled voice called out.

"Of course, Ms. Romanoff." The lights clicked off as FRIDAY responded.

Refreshed and changed Steve made his way to the Compound's kitchen. It was still early enough that most of the team should still be in bed. Steve wasn't surprised to see Bucky and Sam in the kitchen; they were early risers like himself, though there was no contest that Steve was the earliest riser out of them. Now seeing Tony and Bruce, caused Steve to pause.

Tony was seated next to Bruce at the kitchen island, both looked incredibly exhausted. Bucky sat at the breakfast nook in the far end of the kitchen looking at his phone, while Sam was leaning on the counter waiting for the coffee machine to finish.

"What's wrong with them?" Steve pointed towards Tony who was resting his head on the counter, and Bruce barely keeping his eyes open.

Tony gave a curt response, not lifting his head, "Early experiment." Tony pointed to himself, "No meds," he pointed to Bruce, "No coffee." then pointed in the direction of Steve, "No talking."

Bruce yawned and gave a sleepy wave to Steve. Steve shook his head at Tony's antics and greeted Sam, Bucky, and Bruce. He moved a crossed the kitchen, humming the song he heard Natasha sing while he grabbed a mug from the cabinet. He stood next to Sam waiting for the coffee machine to finish brewing.

Bucky looked up from his phone, "What ya singing, punk?"

"Oh um, a song I heard Nat singing earlier. I don't know the name."

Tony lifted his head from the counter and squinted his eyes at Steve, "Double-O-Seven, that Natasha? Sings?"

Sam gave Steve a questioning look, "And you heard her doing it?"

Steve nodded, "Yeah and she sounds amazing. Do you want to hear her?"

Bucky crossed the room and joins the others, "Oh absolutely."

Steve pulls out his phone and plays the video for the four of them. The video starts with Steve's face in front of the camera before flashing to show the door to Natasha's bathroom next to her closet. Natasha's sweet voice played through the speakers.

🎶Drove my Chevy to the levee, but the levee was dry

Them good old boys were drinkin' whiskey and rye🎶

Steve hands Sam his phone as the coffee machine beeps. He reaches for his mug and pores up a cup.

🎶And singin' "This'll be the day that I die

This'll be the day that I die" 🎶

The video cuts after a little over a minute of Natasha singing.

"Damn she can sing. Wouldn’t have thought she'd like American Pie." Sam exclaims as he hands Steve back his phone.

"She has a beautiful voice," Bruce states.

Bucky nodded in agreement, "Never thought I'd hear her sing."

"Well looks like our Super Spy, has more talents than we thought. And Cap's noisier than I thought." Tony shoots a quick smirk at Steve.

"Hey, I was returning her hoodie."

Tony shrugs, "Whatever, come on Bruce you have your bean juice let's go do science."

Steve called after the pair, "Did you eat?"

Tony gave a quick shout from down the hall, "Eh order breakfast, we'll come get it!"

The sun had crept further into Natasha's room signaling a few hours had passed since the events of this morning. The sun rays felt warm against her skin, as she was drawn from her slumber. She let out a yawn as she stepped out of bed. Her mind felt more at ease, though her emotions were still slightly delicate. A growl escaped her stomach, 'Time for breakfast', she thought to herself.

Steve greeted Natasha as she entered the kitchen, "Morning Nat." She gave Steve a nod as she weaved her way over to the coffee machine past Sam.

Sam turned to face Natasha, a teasing smile on his face, "Ah the rockstar has graced our presence. Clint beat you to breakfast, you know. Did your opening solo tire you out that much?"

Natasha's hand faltered slightly as she reached for a mug. She spoke softly to herself, voice barely above a whisper, "My what?" She placed her mug down and turned to ask Sam to elaborate. Bruce spoke up before she could, "Don't worry there's still food," Bruce gestured to the take-out bag, "You have an amazing voice by the way."

Natasha tried to conceal that her body tensed as the realization set in. She gave Bruce a thankful smile as her mind raced. 'What? How would they know? Clint's not that stupid. Have I even sang in front of Clint?' Natasha internally shook her head, 'Just ignore them. Just get coffee, food, and get out.' She returned to making a fresh pot of coffee, hoping no one spotted her internal conflict. The pot of coffee was almost done brewing, Natasha was a few minutes away from freedom.

Before the machine could beep Thor strolled into the kitchen. His eyes lit up at the site of Natasha. "Lady Natasha!", he pulled her into a tight hug, "Friend Steve shared news of your beautiful voice. May we hear you sing your song about the pie?"

"Steve shared." Her response came off more like a cold statement than a question.

Bruce cut in trying to calm Thor, "Thor this isn't a Disney movie, you can't just ask someone to burst out into song."

"You can at a karaoke night," Sam interjected, "That would be fun."

As the others continued their conversation she slipped out of the kitchen, racing down the hall towards the elevator mortified at the realization her teammates/friends had heard her singing. She had only ever sung to herself, or in front of her parents and sister. She knew her voice wasn't the best, but she could at least sing Happy Birthday. And that was only because she could hide her voice under everyone else singing. Most days she would have ignored her friends teasing or poked fun right back at them, but today she didn't have the energy.

"Then let's have one of those! Lady Natasha how does a night of karaoke sound!" Thor boasted as he turned to where Natasha last was, "Where'd she go?"

Steve's ears perked up the moment he heard Natasha speak his name. He watched the scene unfold before him - she froze like a dear in headlights for the briefest of seconds, and in a blink, she was gone. He swiftly followed her down the hall, "Nat wait up!" He was only a few steps behind her when the elevator doors began to close. He just managed to stick his arm through the doors before they closed. "You tried to close the doors on me."

"No." Natasha crossed her arms as she stepped to the side making room for him.

Steve eyed her, "What's wrong? Why'd you leave back there?"

She huffed, pressing her tongue to the inside of her cheek, "I didn't want to hear everyone talking about my 'great' singing. It's too early."

Steve's eyes soften, "You never run when the others tease you. And don't put quotes around great, no one's joking about how your singing is. Your voice is amazing. You're a great singer." Natasha rolled her eyes and crossed her arms tighter.

Steve huffed, he knew there was something deeper bothering her. This morning's workout, her sleeping in, and now not engaging in verbal sparring. Something was wrong. His gaze never left Natasha as he pushed the emergency stop button. "We're not leaving till you admit you're a great singer."

Natasha was jilted off balance as the elevator came to an abrupt stop. "Steve what the hell! FRIDAY, call Tony to get us unstuck."

FRIDAY's voice chippered over the speaker, "Sorry Ms. Romanoff the Capitan stated not to alert Tony until after you've agreed with him." Natasha could have sworn she detected a hint of mischief.

"Override the command then!"

"Access denied."

Steve smirked, "Well…"

"Well, nothing." Natasha snapped, "I’ll wait till you get bored." Natasha settled cross-legged on the floor. Her eye stayed fixated on the wall in front of her.

Steve let out a small laugh as he looked at the sight in front of him. It was a rare sight to see a sulking Black Widow, but she can be just as petulant as Tony or Clint. Well, if she was going to act childish so would Steve.

Steve kneeled next to her, "There's other ways to get you to talk." Natasha rolled her eyes still electing to ignore him. In one quick motion, he grabbed Natasha's arm and yanked her into his chest. Natasha definitely did not let out a shriek as they both tumbled back into the wall of the elevator. Natasha landed with her side pressed against Steve's chest and half seated on his lap. "Steve! I'm going to - AH!", she gave an exasperated shout as he managed to pin her. She now sat fully in his lap with her back pressed against his chest in a bear hug.

Natasha struggled against his hold, "This is your plan? You're going to hug me until I think I can sing?"

"You can sing. And no this is my plan." He gave her sides a few quick warning pinches dangerously close to her hips. Her choice of loungewear barely dampened the ticklish feeling. Why did she decide to put on such a thin baggie t-shirt and shorts?

She flinched against his touch, trying to keep her voice even, "Tickling me? That's your plan? Do you really think this is going to end well for you?"

He smiled and nodded his head, "Yeah, it did earlier and I'm willing to test my luck again." Steve began lightly scribbling both his hands on Natasha's sides. He knew it wasn't a particularly sensitive spot for her, he wanted to start off slow hoping to pull her into a playful mood. She bit her lip trying to suppress the smile that tried to form on her face. "I know you want to laugh Nat." He moved one of his hands up to her ears. "Come on let's hear that beautiful laugh."

"Мудак! (Asshole!) I'm giving you one more ch-Ance!" Her string of insults quickly turned to squeaky giggles as Steve fluttered his fingers over her ear. Steve's fingers danced over the shell of her ears, he constantly switched between the right and left ear keeping her guessing. Natasha shrugged her shoulders and shook her head trying to dislodge his fingers. "There's the laughter! Now back to the original reason we're here. Would you like to rethink your answer to my original question?"

Natasha shrieked as Steve's hand hit a particular spot behind the back of her ear. She swung her head back nearly missing his face. "Woo! Easy here!"

Nat shook her head side to side trying to dislodge his fingers, "Move your damn hand!"

"Ok ok." Steve chuckled as he slowly dragged his nail to the base of her neck. He lightly tapped his fingers waiting for her breathing to even out.

"Ready to admit that you're an amazing singer?" Steve leaned over her shoulder to look down at her with a smug smile, eyes filled with impish glee. Natasha was having fun, honestly, it was the most fun she's had in a few days. Would she admit that to Steve? No, would she play along? Yes, but not without giving Steve a bit of a fight.

"Отвяжись. (Fuck off.)" Natasha threw her elbow back against Steve's stomach. Steve let out a grunt as his hold loosened around Natasha's waist. Now free she reached behind her to wrap her arms around Steve's neck. She managed to flip behind him and use her momentum to push him forward onto his stomach. Natasha scrambled onto Steve's back hoping to pin him.

"So that's how you want to play?" In one swift motion, Steve stood up causing Natasha to wrap her arms and legs around him. Steve's hand grabbed her crossed ankles pinning them in place. "You really didn't think this through." He rapidly began raking his fingers along her arches.

"AH! STeveeee! I'M GOING TO FALL!!"

"Well, you better hold on tight then." Steve didn't even give her a chance to respond before he tightened his grip and scribbled faster, drilling his fingers into the ball of her foot. Natasha tightened her arms around Steve's neck as she buried her face in his shoulder, loud bubbly laughter poured out of her. Despite how hard she tugged on her leg Steve wasn't letting up.

"Hey Nat, do you have anything to say about your singing?" Steve did not speak Russian, but even he could tell the words Natasha was trying to communicate between various peals and laughter were not the answer he was looking for.

"Something tells me that's not the correct answer." Steve lowered both of them towards the ground not letting up on his skilled attack on her arches. Once safely on the ground, Natasha released her grip around Steve. Steve gave her a brief moment to catch her breath, which she did not hesitate to use.

Steve turned around to face Natasha, "You're really stubborn, you know." He grabbed Natasha's ankle pulling her onto her back. He quickly sat on her legs, his arms looming next to her head. Natasha could easily break out of his hold, Steve had been giving her an out the entire time they scrapped with each other. She knew she could just agree with him, leave, and hide in her room for the rest of the day. And he knew she could easily turn the tables and wreck him, he's seen her do it to several of the others. But they both knew she wouldn't; she was having fun and feeling better than she had been in quite a bit.

Natasha playfully glared up at him, "Says the man who trapped me in an elevator!"

"Only because you've been beating yourself up for the past several days." Steve swiped his hands across her neck causing her to giggle and duck her head down. "Now are you going to keep being stubborn," Steve lowered his hands to hover over her hips, "because I can keep doing this all day." Steve wiggled his fingers as he slowly got closer to her hips.

"Steven Grant Rogers! I swear to - NO! Wait! HAHAhaha!" Steve's thumbs dug into her hips at a relentless pace. His thumbs rotated directly into the center of her hipbones. Natasha arched her back as a deafening shriek escaped her.

Natasha's hips were by far her worst spot, it felt like lightning was running through every part of her body. Her feet drummed behind Steve's back as the rest of his fingers pinched and clawed at the sides and back of her waist. She shook her head from side to side as her cheeks became rosier. Steve reached one hand forward and scratched at the spot behind her ear that he found earlier while continuing to dig his fingers into her hips.

This was far worst.

Her laughter turned silent as her body shook. No matter where she turned Steve's fingers followed her. Natasha willed her body to turn so she could try and block his hands. Steve easily evaded her hands and sped up his attack. He shifted his hand on her waist to use all five fingers to scratch at her hip bone. Natasha shrieked at the top of her lungs, finally giving in. She gave a weak tap against Steve's wrist by her waist, he immediately retracted his hand and moved to kneel next to her. Natasha curled into herself taking several deep breaths as she waited for the electric feeling to reside.

"Sorry if I went too far. Are you ok?"

Natasha nodded her head as she continued to give oxygen back to her lungs. Steve looked down at her with a genuine smile, "You have a beautiful voice, I mean it, Nat."

Natasha took a deep breath and turned her head towards him, "Thanks, but don't think I won't get you back." A mischievous smile formed on her face.

Steve chuckled, "Oh I know." Steve readjusted himself to comfortably lean against the wall as he sat. "The song's called American Pie, right? Sam told me about it. I'm surprised you like American Folk music."

Natasha's smile fell as her mind harkened back to what was causing her to have such an off day. Her eyes fixated on a random ceiling tile above her, "It's Yelena's favorite song, my sister."

Steve's eyebrow shot up, it was rare to hear Natasha talk about her personal life, even more, shocking to learn that she had a sister none of them knew of. Steve sat up straighter and nodded for her to continue.

"It gets stuck in my head whenever… whenever I miss her." Nat took a deep breath, "I just miss her sometimes. We haven't needed to see each other recently." Natasha sat up and crossed her legs, keeping her eyes on her lap.

Steve listened closely as she explained how her sister re-entered her life, and the turbulent days that followed as she and her family took down the main hub of the Black Widow program. How there was still work to be done with finding and freeing other Widows. And how she wished she could see her sister more often. It was a lot of information to take in, but Steve took it in strides.

He listened to every word she said not once scolding her for hiding such immense secrets. Or questioning why she didn't inform the team about the Black Widow program. He understood she would share everything at her own pace, and that she is capable of handling the mission she and her sister took on. Right now she just needed a friend to listen and reassure her about a less death-defying issue.

Steve rested a hand on her knee, "Nat, you know you don't have to be on a mission to talk to your sister. Most people would invite them over for brunch or something."

"Since when do I act like most people?" Natasha rolled her eyes, a soft smile formed on her face, "Or look like a brunch person?"

Steve gave a mock gasp, "And what's wrong with brunch? I'll have you know it is a superior form of mealtime. "

Natasha let out a breathy laugh and smiled at Steve. "You've been hanging out with Tony too much."

"Fine no brunch, how about karaoke?" Natasha rolled her eye and shove his shoulder.

"Come on or do you need a round two?" Steve wiggled his fingers in her direction.

Natasha raises her hands to protect herself, "Alright, I'll think about trying 'most people stuff'. I guess I could call her and see what she would like to do."

"There you go, baby steps," he nudges her shoulder. Natasha couldn't help but smile at Steve's words.

The elevator door opened revealing Tony holding an electronic control panel, "Look who it is, America's Ass and American Idol. Did you two make up?"

Natasha turned to Steve, "You get his legs, I'll get his arms." Steve nodded and rose to his feet.

"Wait! Wait! Stay away from me!" Tony took off down the hall as Steve and Natasha chased after him. Tony managed to make it halfway down the hall before he was tackled and pinned. A new wave of laughter filled the halls of the Compound. Natasha laughed along with Tony, in the back of her mind she thought to herself, 'I think I will bring both halves of my family together.'

#ler!steve #ticklish!natasha #steve x natasha #mcu tickle #marvel tickle #avengers tickle #sfw tickle fic #they are friends in this fic #tho I do like stevenat tis a cute ship #steve x natasha platonic #Spotify #song fic #hurt/comfort #steve x natasha hurt/comfort #lee!natasha #ler!steve x lee!natasha #I've never read hurt/comfort b/c I am a weenie #BUT writing this mmm this hit something different #T'was very nice

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mylevisdontfitanymore · 2 years

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lately i’ve been thinking about nat having kept a really strict diet/fitness regimen for so long and then finally indulging a little bit. and then a bit more. okay, a lot more. she really starts putting on weight and she’s always hungry all of a sudden and she goes from having been able to run a mile with ease to being out of breath just from walking from the couch to the fridge. she’s a little embarrassed about it (especially so when she gets really burpy, always flushed in the face and murmuring the softest “‘scuse me” when she lets a belch out) but she’s even more embarassed by how much it turns her on to have such a big belly and to overeat.

she knows there’s no going back to how things were when she realizes her belly is so big it dwarfs her tits 🫣

(hope this is okay, i just wanted ur thoughts on the concept + if u had anything to add!)

Oooo yes, I love this ex-jock adjacent journey for Natasha!

And you know what I thought of immediately upon reading your ask? I thought about this chubby kink fic I’ve re-read probably a thousand times “Doubling the Recipe” by caloriebomb. It doesn’t have Natasha getting chubby (it’s a stucky fic with feedee Bucky) but there’s this part where Natasha mentions:

“‘Lots of guys get a little belly when they're discharged,” Natasha said. “I probably would, too, if it weren't for the patriarchal double-standard that won't let girls get fat without giving them shit. Though I guess you've appointed yourself Bucky's shit-giving angel.’” (taken from chapter 3 specifically)

So, of course, moving out from that connection… this idea obviously then makes me think about ex-military Natasha. She’s been honorably discharged, she’s done her time, and now she’s just a regular civilian and so she doesn’t have to keep up that strict diet and even more strict fitness regimen. Why would she? She doesn’t need to be able to outrun enemies, she doesn’t need to be societally appealing in order to get details out of pig-headed men that are in charge of shit simply because they’re men, not because they’re the best at their job, she doesn’t need to be able to throw people off of her despite her usually smaller size, she doesn’t need to be able to slip through tight spaces, she doesn’t need to do any of that anymore. And she’s tired of doing all that. So… doesn’t it make sense for her to go the other way and eat all the things she wasn’t allowed to before? She deserves to relax.

Romanogers below the cut, you know the drill, unbeta'd. This is your Belly Kink warning. At first, its solo Natasha stuffing, weight gain, and masturbation. Then Steve comes into the picture 😏

And it becomes a habit. Do you know how hard it is to go back to a world of perfectly nutritious food and the proper amount of exercise once you’ve tasted a whole new world of flavor and texture and, just, enjoyment that you’ve never been allowed before?

Exorbitantly hard.

Natasha has spent her entire professional career being resilient and using up all of her self-restraint, meaning she doesn’t have any left to, do what exactly-? Fit in with what society deems beautiful in the current era? Body types a part of the fashion industry, coming in hot and going out soon after. Pfft. Fuck that.

Why would Natasha fucking care at this point in her life?

However, that being said, the first healthy chunk of weight comes on as a result of letting loose just because she can. It’s an accident. But once she comes to terms with her increased weight and has to decide what she values more: what other people think and say about her OR what feels good to herself and what makes her happy, well, then the weight that comes after that is all intentional. She is helpless to give in when indulging is probably the best thing she’s ever felt in her entire life. Holy shit, it feels good to be full. It feels so good to stretch her abdominal muscles to their breaking point not from doing countless amounts of crunches until they spasm and ache but stretched to breaking as they try to keep all the food she stuffed down her hungry throat attached to her. Cramping. Heavy. Rounded. Full. Like, outrageously, illogically full. It feels so good.

And it’s an accident - just like how the first bit of weight came on before she decided to dive in head first to this whole idea - when after one of her stuffing sessions she slips into masturbating. It’s uncorrelated she tells herself after it’s over, jolted out of the haze of pleasure and gluttony panting, eyes shut, with her hand still resting over her pulsing, wet slit. Her whole body is on fire with embarrassment even though she’s the only one around. She just-

God.

Why had she done that? But also… when was the last time she let her own hands fall between her thighs to pleasure herself? When was the last time she felt pleasure in that way for pleasure’s sake rather than it being a part of a honey-pot mission? She can’t recall the last time. So, obviously, it’s been a long time coming. And based on how much of her newly retired life she spends full up to the brim with food… it only makes sense that she’d end up cracking when she was still panting, out of breath under her bloated, stuffed belly. When isn’t she in such a state, stuffed silly?

Right?

It has nothing to do with the tight ball of throbbing heat that overtakes her when she reaches that glorious point of being so packed full that she stops being able to lift her hands to her mouth. Her body quitting on her because it knows if it doesn’t she will just keep eating and eating and eating. Everyone feels that when they eat too much. The whole nauseous after eating too much thing is… a pop culture myth? (Right?) It feels glorious to glut for everyone.

Right?

Okay…

Fine.

Maybe they are tied together. Her masturbation habits and her eating habits that is.

Maybe…

Maybe, there’s something here, she tells herself when it happens again and again and again, lying on her bed, surrounded by food wrappers from both her pantry - chips and junk food of the like - and from the restaurant a block or two away from her apartment. She could’ve walked to pick up the food, but she didn’t. She paid extra for delivery (really extra so she wouldn’t have to pant as she slowly staggered her way there, working around her bloated gut). Also- there’s a two-liter somewhere around here too; the entirety of it bloating out her tight, tight stomach, bubbly and sloshy and delicious. A two-liter on top of a whole day's calories twice over. Jesus. All of it stuffed into her just in time for her not to drop into a food coma but perfectly in time for her to bend her arm around the swollen, pale mountain of her belly to get at her throbbing, wet center. It’s harder to do so these days, her capacity increased massively. But anyway, she was so ready to touch herself that it must’ve taken her a minute, tops, to get off. And, yes, okay, fiiine, she was getting off to the feeling of how bursting full she was.

She was and is getting off on it.

And she might get off again, shifting under her belly to feel the tight, heavy dome of it wobble and slosh, pinning her down. I’m so greedy. She whimpers at her own thoughts, and shivers, her fingers already dipping back into her wetness, spreading it around. I’m so full. So heavy and unable to stop stuffing myself. God. I can’t stop. I’m gonna get huge. I’m- I’m gonna get so, so fat. Natasha gasps, both at her thoughts and at the feeling of angling her hand, still working around the beach ball attached to her front, to slip her fingers inside of her throbbing pussy. Hell fucking yeah, she’s gonna get off on the feeling of being packed full of delicious food again. A complete glutton. In every sense of the word.

Later, after that realization that not everyone has this electric connection between food and sex, Natasha digs deeper into it…

Well, really, first she lets herself go even more. Without shame and with fully conscious knowledge of what she’s doing- Nat goes on a spree of all-day stuffings over multiple days, getting off to it as many times as she can. Constantly with one hand exploring the fat, round curve of her tummy where it sticks out further than her boobs while the other shovels food into her mouth. When she’s done eating, that hand moves down… slipping into her panties or just between her bare legs when she gets too full- okay, really, too fat to fit into even her most forgiving pair of underwear. And, fuck, does that feel naughty and fucking incredible in the best ways. She’s too fat. She’s outgrown her fucking panties. She forgot that could happen. It's never happened to her before.

With this exploration over three… four… five days she’s constantly munching, constantly packed full, and orgasming multiple upon multiple times during the day. Hell, on the night between the fourth and fifth day, she wakes up with her cunt wet and her tummy gurgling - gurgling as it tries to digest the colossal amounts of food she’s packed into it, but she pretends it’s gurgling out of hunger - and she waddles to the freezer to down the rest of the pint of ice cream that she couldn’t finish after her third dinner. Then. Then, still with the last swallow of ice cream in her mouth, lounging back in her bed like a spoiled queen, she dips her fingers into the puddle of wetness she’s made. So fucking hot over the new height of greed she’s reached; fingering herself until she comes with a yell. The darkness of the middle of the goddamn night only adds to the hotness, feverishly thinking, I’m so gluttonous. I can’t even get through the night without waking up to stuff my face. I can’t even get through the night without coming. I’m addicted. I’m addicted to this. To my fatness and greed.

Upon running out of literally anything to eat in her apartment, Natasha comes out of her fantastical delve into all things gluttonous. She comes out of the exploration and realizes-

None of her damn clothes fit other than the pair of sweats Maria Hill (her friend since they met in boot camp in the military) left the last time she slept over. Maria is a full five inches taller than her with a larger frame, fit to her taller height, and the waistband of the sweat pants is still viciously tight on Nat’s hugely bloated and fat (fatter every day 🥴) waist. And the only top that fits Nat is one of her hoodies that when shipped to her came in a way too big size. Way too big when she originally got it. Now… her belly presses tightly to the kangaroo pocket. She has no underwear that fits either, so when she goes out clothes and food shopping… she'll be going commando. 😳😳😳

She really, really wants someone else to do this whole stuffing, weight gain thing with. It’s really damn hard to keep going when she’s by herself! And she knows she could do better- she could get bigger if she had someone to help her...

The first realization is an easy enough fix, an expensive fix, but an easy enough fix.

The second realization takes her back to the internet, back to researching the feederism community… maybe she could pay someone to help her? God knows she has enough money to do it with the monetary compensation the good ol’ US government gave her to shut her up for the shit she’s done and not complain about any mental or physical blowback. But- there have to be, like, sex workers that wouldn’t mind helping Natasha out with her kink, right? Or maybe, she doubts it, but maybe she could get a hook-up that could help her? She knows this isn’t an out-in-the-open type kink though so… that second option is less likely. However, it’s the option she ends up getting to try because she finds a website specifically for kinky people. A hook-up/dating/networking sight. She searches by fetish. She finds lots of people that are willing to “play” with this fetish. This kink. Lots of people with listed limits and safewords and references. Lots of people looking for feedees. But the most interesting- the most appealing person she finds is Steve.

He’s one of the rare people that has a fully shown face, not just body pics or pics of their face but hidden with sunglasses, masks, hats, or whatever other creative thing people can come up with. Privacy, yeah, of course, Natasha gets that but…

She can’t help but lick her lips, staring at Steve’s handsome face. Hungry for him. Her eyes widen as she scrolls through his photos- they make her mouth water. He’s big. Not big like Natasha wants to get - not fat - but muscular. Obviously strong. Full body shots that look to be taken after the gym, sweaty and huge; she zooms in on his hands. She imagines his hard muscle against her softening body, his impossible abs against her ever-expanding gut, his big hands grabbing Natasha’s chin and her new double chin and forcing more food down her throat, helping her continue with her stuffing and helping her chew and petting her throat as she swallows, strong and dominating but encouraging too. Praising her for getting everything down. Petting her stomach when it aches after she’s eaten too much, both genuinely wanting to help her out but also wanting to tease her. He has two hands, one could be on her stomach and the other between her legs but… he uses both to massage her, at first. Then, oh god, Natasha’s thighs squeeze together as she imagines those thick, big fingers crooking inside her and rubbing her clit when she's so full already. She shuts her eyes, her blush burning hot on her cheeks. Fuck, she can’t imagine how much better gluttony and sex would be with this man.

She has to message him. It takes her nearly an hour to draft the perfect opening message. Then another hour to take her mind off of it, stuffing herself on top of what she’s already eaten throughout the day. (Not that her mind stays off of this stranger, Steve, because her thoughts circle right back to him when she gives in to the need to come. Whimpering, fantasizing about having to do so little work that her hands are tied to the bedposts and he’s sitting on her jiggly, soft, spread thighs, straddling them, feeding her and controlling a dildo he’s fucking in and out of her at the same time, telling her he’s going to stuff her and stuff her and stuff her, incrementally feeding her more and splitting her pussy open with bigger and bigger toys. He’s going to fill her more than she thought possible.)

Eventually, Steve messages back, saying all the right things, raising all the green flags even as he teases her- calling her first timer yet verifying that she actually wants this, she’s thought it through, treating her both respectfully and gently. He's more experienced than she is. Much more experienced.

They talk back and forth.

Talking through the site at first, then they exchange phone numbers and speak over the phone. At which point Steve tells her he loves her voice, saying he’s never met someone who sounds so husky and sensual in everyday life, like an old movie actress, voice rough from too many cigarettes. It makes her laugh and her heart flutter, excited for their instant chemistry and what it’ll translate to later…

Later but not too much later because it turns out they’re near in locations, so they pick a date soon. A test run at Natasha’s place. They’ll hook-up more if the first time goes well. Nat knows it will go well. She looks forward to blowing up.

Christ, she’s gonna get so fucking fat with Steve’s help…

(And, of course, they go from being just fetish-fuck-buddies to being lovers eventually because I said so lol. Everything is beautiful and nothing hurts. Natasha is fat and growing and Steve is a great doting but also domineering boyfriend.)

Enjoy the filth!! I went a little off topic from your prompt 🤭 I hope that's okay lol

#mylevisdontfitanymore #text #belly kink #stuffing #weight gain #bloating #feedee natasha #chubby natasha #fat natasha #natasha romanoff #natasha romanov #steve rogers #romanogers #stevenat #ask #fic rec #fanfiction recommendation

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yourenotdonefighting · 11 months

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In my Romanogers feels

I'm feeling particularly angsty and nostalgic today, so here's a repost of one of my recent Steve x Natasha fics, "When a Minute Lasts Forever".

“See you in a minute,” followed by a confident, closed-lipped grin that he returned without a second thought.

Her smile, the last one she ever gave to him, would be imprinted on his brain until the day he stopped breathing. The smile that had him convinced that he would, in fact, see her in just a minute.

He didn’t, though. He never would again. And that was something Steve still couldn’t reconcile. He wasn’t sure if he’d ever understand how to live in a world where Natasha Romanoff was dead.

#romanogers #steve x natasha #natasha x steve #captain america #black widow #natasha romanoff #steve rogers #marvel mcu #i'm feeling angsty #ao3 #stevenat #fic repost #writer things #i miss them #see queue in a minute

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wannaliveattheholidayinn · 2 years

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this is a bit of an odd question, but does anyone happen to have a copy of that three-chapter fic that was a sequel to Sirens by thegraytigress? i know she deleted all her works a few years back, and though I've been able to find just about every other romanogers fanfic she'd done, i cannot find this one

#thegraytigress #genuinely still not over any of her fanfics. i spent every moment that i wasn't reading the heart of the storm series thinking about it #i still think about cloud cover #and i remember this fic pretty well too. the first chapter was natasha finding out she pregnant/something along those lines #the second was the rescue mission #and the third was the surgery where wanda had to telepathically remove the bullet. and vision was there #idk i liked it a lot when i read it. i'd really like to re-read it #anyways #romanogers #stevenat #romanogers fanfic #mcu fanfic

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kryptoniancape · 1 year

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What Comes After, Book II — Chapter 14: Proxima

A familiar face helps Natasha decipher the meaning behind her visions.

#romanogers #stevenat #capwidow #my fics

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luna-rainbow · 1 year

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Got curious about fandom trends so pulled some data from AO3.

Like a good scientist, going to start with Limitations:

Polyships not included. Ships list is also by no means exhaustive.

Not filtered for OTP:true so same fic may feature multiple ships that may not be the endgame

Also doesn't reflect which ship is centered in the fic as opposed to mentions

Obviously deleted fics won't turn up in the count, but it would be interesting to know real historical numbers for these fandoms

Quite a few fics have been backdated, given AO3 was only launched in 2009 and several fics are marked pre-2009. It's possible other fics have also been backdated but I think the numbers are small enough to be non significant.

I did not filter out between MCU and Marvel comics for the ships

(Addit for something new I noticed) Fics that have been updated on 2023 will disappear from earlier numbers i.e. if a fic was started in 2022 but is still being published in 2023, it will not show up in 2022 numbers.

As always, keep in mind AO3 has relatively higher slash ships than other fanfic sites

AO3 doesn't necessarily reflect the size of the fandom, only how many people write for the fandom on AO3 (duh). Other activity - discussions, meta, fanart etc doesn't always correlate to fic production.

RIGHT axis scale applies to the MCU area only - this is the overall number of fics being written for the MCU over the years.

Observations:

Stucky took a while to catch attention. In 2011 when CATFA came out, there was only 61 fics, but that jumped to ~400 and ~600 for the following 2 years.

Avengers (2012) made Stony into one of the first juggernaut ships of the MCU with around 3000 fics that year.

2014 CATWS vaulted Stucky into the stratosphere, going from less than 600 fics in 2013 to just shy of 6000 in 2014. SamBucky and SteveSam both started then, but SteveSam was the bigger ship at the time (500 vs 150 fics)

2016 CACW gave a boost to both Stucky and Stony, as well as a boost to SamBucky.

Curiously, SteveSam did not receive the same boost from the movie, and its numbers dropped in following years and stayed around 300

AC, starting in 2015, gave the first real boost to Steggy. Prior to this its numbers stayed around 200, with a small uptick in 2014 with CATWS to 400.

Clearly, lots of people were happy/unhappy/had things to say about EG, because that was when Stucky, Steggy and Stony all peaked, while SamBucky also had a big boost. This peak is also mirrored in the overall number of MCU fics produced

Big spike for SamBucky as expected from TFATWS in 2021, nearly breaking 5000 and overtaking Stony for the year

2021 was also the peak for overall number of MCU fics per year, which I wonder if it's partially due to Covid lockdown. Other franchises released that year were Loki, Black Widow, Shangchi, Eternals and Spiderman.

SteveNat and BuckyNat have stayed fairly constant ships (of around 500 fics/year) with a small boost from each movie. Staron has remained a small with around 100 fics a year.

#mcu #fandom history #stucky #stony #sambucky #fandom stats

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bucky-fricking-barnes · 1 year

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Wild (4/4)

Pairing: Lycanthrope!Bucky x Reader

Word Count: 3.8k

Warnings: Hinted SteveNat

Summary: Over the years, Y/N has found that in times of great need, a wolf appears to aid her. She relies on its presence until one day, her wolf is in need of her help instead.

A/N: This is the final part of the Wild miniseries. I hope you’ve enjoyed it and that this fluff is the perfect little cherry on top for you. There’s a little bit of Russian in this and the translations can be found at the end of the fic. Thank you for reading and supporting me! Dividers by @firefly-graphics

Previous Part | Miniseries Masterlist

“Good morning, Маленький,” Bucky murmurs, and you groan when he nudges his nose against your cheek, not wanting to let go of your dream. He chuckles, his breath soft and warm over your skin, and you scrunch up your face before reluctantly opening your eyes.

Morning sunshine filters in through your bedroom curtains, but Bucky’s body and the long brown hair hanging down like a second curtain blocks most of it. He’s propped a few inches over you and smiling. Though you’re tired, it only takes a second for you to smile back at him.

“Good morning, my love,” you reply. Your own voice scratches with sleep but he doesn’t mind. Bucky never minds, not as long as it’s you.

“Do we have plans today?” He shifts positions, staying over you but giving you room to rearrange the blankets and get comfortable again now that you’re awake. Or rather, now that you’re half-awake. “I want to go for a run.”

Humming gently, you reach up and cup his cheek in your hand, rubbing his cheek with your thumb. “It’s been a while since we’ve run together, hasn’t it? Work keeps you busy.”

“And you,” Bucky replies. “And you’ve been spending a lot of time with Nat lately.”

You grin. “Is that jealousy I hear?”

It is, you can sense it through your shared bond, and you squeal when his irritation flares at your teasing. Bucky flips you, blankets and all. You settle on top of him with a grin, your legs straddling his waist with the comforter in between you. His hands slide up your thighs to your hips to help keep you steady.

“Run with me today?” he prods.

A knock cuts your answer short before it’s even started, and both you and Bucky look towards the door. You hadn’t been listening to anything outside your happy little bubble, but you know it’s Natasha. Even with Bucky now living in the cottage, you never have any visitors, especially not early in the morning.

“Y/N, Bucky, are you awake?” Natasha asks when nobody answers. She shifts her weight from one foot to the other and her spoon clinks against her mug.

You shake your head to get rid of the extra thoughts clouding your brain. Having enhanced senses is normally a wonderful thing, but it still overwhelms you after waking up each day. Sometimes even the tiniest of sounds and smells are enough to overstimulate you. Bucky squeezes your hips in sympathy. He knows all about the adjustments you’ve had to make in your life since finding out you were lycan. Some of them are small, like the enhanced senses, but others are larger, like sharing an emotional bond with him. You may be connected on a deeper level than most couples, but you’re still a relatively new couple. There are times where you want nothing more than to bury yourself in a hole after profusely embarrassing yourself in front of him, and nothing he can do makes it better.

“We’re awake!” you call back, sliding off Bucky’s hips. He groans in protest, making you chuckle, and you head over to open the door. You shiver once you’re away from the warmth of the bed and you make a mental note to turn down the air conditioning in your room—you and Bucky run hotter than Natasha, so you keep a window unit to add some extra chill now that it’s summer. He must have gotten up in the middle of the night to turn down the temperature, making it extra cold in your room.

When you open the door, Natasha is, predictably, dressed for the day with a cup of coffee in hand. She smells like sweat and you know even without your enhanced senses that she’s already been for her morning run through the forest. You’ve shown her all the best trails and Bucky has joined in on carving out the paths for her during your own nightly runs, as infrequent as they’ve become lately.

“You might want to get dressed,” Nat says, not even bothering to greet you. Her expression is grave and your face falls. “There’s someone here to see you.”

“Me?” you ask. “Who?”

She shakes her head and her gaze shifts over your shoulder to look at Bucky, then back at you. “Both of you.”

You know Bucky can feel your anxiety before you’re even aware it’s there, but as you nod and shut the door again, you can sense his own. He’s normally the person who steadies you and the feeling is odd. Forcing away a comment about it, you turn to get clothes, not meeting his eyes.

“Y/N?” Bucky says. You pull open the top drawer of your dresser and pull out a shirt. “Y/N, can you look at me?”

Reluctantly, you turn slightly and lift your head to peer at him. He stands beside the bed, watching you.

“What?” you ask.

“We don’t know who it is. Maybe it’s something good,” Bucky suggests, and you shake your head.

“No one comes to see us here, James.” He stands a little straighter when you use his real name. “Not unless they want something or it’s bad news. The last time someone came here to see me, it was to ask me more questions about HYDRA.”

“Do you think they might be back?” Bucky closes the distance between you to pull clothes from the dresser as well, though he gives you space to change out of your pajamas.

You shake your head again, then lean down to pull the rest of your outfit from the other drawers. “I don’t know. Maybe. I can’t think of anything I haven’t told them, with the exception of you, and I’d never tell them about what they did to you, not in a million years.”

The two of you fall silent as you dress. Once you’re ready, you head out to the living room together, where Nat is standing near the front door with her mug. She’s watching the porch through the windows. Whoever came to call on you is standing off to the side, just out of view from where you’re standing. Her lips are pressed together in irritation and worry, and you try not to let it rile you up.

“Did they say who they are?” Bucky asks. He reaches down to take your hand and you let him lace your fingers together.

Natasha glances over and shakes her head. “No. He didn’t want to talk to me. He said he’d wait outside until the two of you were ready to talk.”

You frown. “It’s 90 degrees outside. They really didn’t want to come in?”

She shrugs. “I tried. I wasn’t going to force a stranger to come into our home if they didn’t want to, not unless it was an emergency.”

Outside on the porch, the stranger moves, standing from the swing and blocking some of the light coming in through the windows. Their shadow shifts across the living room floor and in that moment, Bucky tenses. He lets go of your hand, shoulders past Nat, and barges out the front door. He pauses for a moment just outside the doorway.

“Steve?” he asks, and your heart lurches. Only seconds later, your mate is released from his shock and he charges forward to hug the other man.

You murmur your own surprise and carefully move past Natasha as well, tentatively stepping out on the porch. The birds are already chirping and swooping down to eat from the bird feeder you’d hung on the tree in the front yard a few weeks ago. With the summer sun shining high in the sky and the grass lush and green, it’s an idyllic scene for Bucky and Steve’s reunion. You’ve heard a lot about their friendship. Bucky has told you story after story of their escapades as kids, and even some after they’d grown up. You can’t count the number of nights you’ve fallen asleep to those stories.

“How are you here?” Bucky finally asks as he pulls away. “I thought…” He keeps Steve within arm’s reach as you watch from a distance, giving them space until he’s ready to introduce you.

“I was looking for other lycans. I heard about a community of them near New York, but it turned out to be a trap. Once I got away, I wasn’t able to travel. I needed time to heal, so I laid low until I thought it would be safe. Then I had to track you down.” Steve chuckles and squeezes Bucky’s arm. “You were hard to find, pal, though I suppose you’ve got a good reason for that. Hi.” He looks over your mate’s shoulder and meets your eyes, a small, knowing smile on his face. It’s fond, but you still feel your cheeks grow warm at the acknowledgement.

Bucky turns and smiles wide when he sees you. He holds out a hand and you close the distance between you, lacing your fingers together again.

“Y/N, this is Steve, my best friend. Steve, this is Y/N, my mate.”

The final word holds a quiet emphasis that only lycans and their companions know. Steve’s eyebrows raise slightly as he holds out his hand for you to shake.

“It’s nice to meet you, Y/N. I hope this punk’s been good to you,” he says.

You laugh and shake his hand. “He has. I’m glad I finally get to put a face to the name. I’ve heard a lot about you.”

“Only good things I hope?” Steve asks. He glances over at Bucky, who only shrugs. He’s grinning, though, and neither you nor Steve are surprised by the unapologetic expression.

The breeze blows through the yard, making heat prickle across your skin as the chimes hung near the porch steps play. You squeeze Bucky’s hand.

“I know we’ve only just been introduced, but I want to tell you that seeing you as a lion was probably one of the strangest moments of my life. I’m not sure if knowing that you weren’t a normal lion would’ve made it better or worse,” you tell him.

Steve seems surprised and he looks between you and Bucky. “We’ve met before?”

Slipping an arm around your waist, Bucky presses a kiss to the top of your head and replies for you. “Only once. You want coffee, Steve? Or something to eat? It’s getting hot out.”

Steve nods. You and Bucky lead him to the kitchen, where Natasha is sitting in her normal seat at the kitchen table with her coffee. She casts you all a cursory glance before going back to the newspaper crossword. While she looks entirely uninterested in what’s happening, you know she’s listening, so you quickly interrupt her charade to make introductions.

“Nat, this is Steve, Bucky’s friend. Steve, this is my friend, Natasha. She’s trustworthy, even if she doesn’t always look at it.” You gesture between the two of them before continuing into the main part of the kitchen, but you watch out of the corner of your eye as they exchange polite smiles and a handshake. Their hands linger a moment longer than necessary and you shoot Bucky a look.

He shakes his head, a teasing look in his eyes. “Don’t try anything,” he whispers. “Just get to know him first before you try and set him up with Nat.”

“Oh, come on!” you hiss.

He shakes his head again. “You don’t know as well as I do. I don’t want you to blame yourself if it doesn’t work out.”

“Is your girl already scheming, Bucky? I can see why you get along.”

Steve’s voice from behind startles you, and Bucky rubs a soothing hand over the slope of your back when you tense. It’s strange to have another person in your tiny home, especially someone so large and with such a booming voice. He may be kind and genuine in nature, but it was still an intrusion, at least right now. You’d forgotten that he, unlike Nat, can hear almost everything you say.

“You still drink your coffee with a little cream and sugar?” Bucky asks, and Steve nods in response.

Bucky maintains physical contact with you when you stop by the counter so he can pour three cups of coffee, whether with his hand, elbow, arm, or hip. You don’t move away even when you know your presence is an inconvenience to the process. Besides, even if you wanted to, Bucky would protest and pull you back. He likes having you near and you’re not going to complain.

You watch in silence as Bucky prepares your drink first, then slides it in front of you. Smiling softly, you pick it up for a sip, then give him your nod of approval. His expression softens and he smiles again. It’s your smile, the one he gives only to you when he’s basking in your presence after a long day or when he particularly feels the deep love and appreciation your connection as mates provides. Steve can’t bring out that smile, only you. Lycans can’t fly, but you certainly feel like you can now that Bucky’s looked at you like that.

When he goes back to making his and Steve’s cups, you glance over at the kitchen table, where the other lycan has sat down across from Nat. She’s pointedly ignoring him as she works on the crossword, and you can tell even without knowing him long that he’s trying to figure her out. Part of you wants to tell him that he never will, but most of you wants to watch him try.

With the two coffees in hand, Bucky breaks contact with you and heads over to the kitchen table. You take your time, gathering up breakfast as he gives Steve one of the mugs and leans against the end of the counter.

“You and Y/N met back in the city, after I first found you again,” Bucky explains.

A beat passes before Steve asks, “The girl from the alley? That’s you?”

You glance over and nod, smiling a little. “That’s me. You were definitely a surprise that day. It’s not every day you see a lion in the middle of the city.”

If you hadn’t known her better, you wouldn’t have noticed Nat’s pencil faltering slightly as she writes in an answer, but you see it out of the corner of your eye. She’s dying of curiosity inside, you know she is. She knows, however, that asking a lycan about their animal form is impolite, especially if you’re a human, which means she won’t ask until she’s got you alone. Nat’s smart enough not to get mixed up in something she doesn’t understand if it can easily be solved by cornering someone and grilling them for answers later on.

Steve laughs and takes a sip of the coffee, then gives Bucky an appreciative nod. “I didn’t realize you were lycan, Y/N. Usually we can tell right away, but you seemed fully human,” he says.

“I didn’t realize I was lycan then, either,” you explain as you plate the breakfast you’ve scrapped together for you and Bucky. Natasha has left out a plate of pancakes and you carry that, as well as the other plate, over to the table. You slide the pancakes over to Steve. “Do you want syrup?”

He nods and you turn to get it, gesturing with one hand towards the second plate on the table.

“Go ahead and eat, James.”

“Are you sure?” he asks, and you nod, kissing him on the cheek.

“I’m sure. I’ll find something later if I need it.” You get the syrup, picking up your coffee from the counter on the way back, and then settle in the seat Bucky has left empty for you. “To answer your question, Steve, I didn’t realize I was lycan until I shifted in my sleep one night after Bucky started living here. I woke up as a wolf and Bucky was quick to explain most things that went along with the discovery.”

“You let him live with you even though he was a lycan?” Steve asks, surprised.

Bucky reaches over your shoulder to set the plate down in front of you. More than half the food is gone. “They didn’t know I was a lycan,” he answers. “Y/N and Natalia saved my life. I kept my identity a secret until after Y/N shifted, and then I realized why I felt so drawn to her all those times.”

There’s a wide grin on Steve’s face as he sets down his fork and knife. The pancakes are already demolished. Lycans eat fast, but Steve seems to be quicker than normal. That or he was just incredibly hungry. If he’s anything like Bucky, he’ll soon be eating you out of house and home. One lycan means some extra groceries, two means an extra trip a week, but three? You can’t imagine the amount of food you’ll be going through if he stays any longer than today.

“Drawn to her? You wouldn’t shut up about her for months before we ran into her in that alley, and it was even worse after,” he says. “Drawn to her’s a bit of an understatement.”

“Punk,” Bucky huffs, and you laugh. He leans down and wraps his arms around your shoulders from up above, and you hold onto his arms with one hand while you eat with the other.

“I thought your name was Natasha. Is it Natalia or Natasha?” Steve asks, addressing Nat for the first time since entering the room.

She looks up, her face neutral. “И я думал, что у тебя никогда не хватит смелости заговорить со мной.”

Bucky chokes and sputters as he attempts to hold in his laughter. He presses his face into your hair, and even you have to duck your head to hide your smile. Your Russian’s gotten much better with two speakers in the house, if only out of necessity. Poor Steve looks obviously confused, and you feel a little bit bad for enjoying his misery.

This time, Nat leans forward over the table, crushing her crossword against the wood. Steve’s drawn into her web, a hopeful expression replacing the confusion as she raises her eyebrows.

“Do you like to read, Steve?” she asks, and he nods, then shakes his head.

“I do, but I don’t. I like art more. Sketching, mostly. The only thing I like to read is classic novels, but those are harder to carry around than a single sketchpad,” he answers. He’s babbling. It’s endearing, and you and Natasha exchange a split-second glance before she turns back to him.

She hums in approval and then sits up straight again, picking up her pencil. “If you’re staying in town, you can borrow some of my books. I’ve got stacks in my room.” She points towards the hallway with her eraser, her smile softening from sly to friendly. “And I’d love to see some of your sketches.”

Steve practically melts under Natasha’s warmed gaze and you tilt your head back to look up at Bucky.

“I told you so,” you murmur.

“We’ll see,” he whispers back, then leans down to kiss you on the forehead. “You wanna go for a run later? With Steve?”

You hum and smile at him. “If you’ll have me. I don’t want to get in the way if you want time to catch up…”

Bucky shakes his head and straightens, then grabs your hand and leads you to stand. He pulls you closer until your noses are almost touching and your eyelids flutter at the proximity.

“You’re never in the way. I’ll run with you till my legs fall off.”

Movement at the table makes you take a sudden step away, cheeks warm. Even though Steve knows you and Bucky are mates, it still feels wrong to be flaunting your relationship right in front of him. Bucky is his best friend, after all. You don’t want to make him uncomfortable, not so soon after their reunion. You’d do so many things just to get him to stay. You never want him to leave Bucky’s life ever again.

“It’s okay,” Steve quickly reassures you, his smile genuine. “You can be yourselves around me, I promise. Just because Bucky’s my friend doesn’t mean I don’t expect you to act like his mate when I’m around. I’ve lived with other lycans almost my whole life. I know how these things work.”

Sheepishly, you nod and step back into Bucky’s personal space. His arms immediately encircle you and you try to relax at his touch.

“If it’s okay with you guys, I’d like to get a lay of the land. I’m not going to intrude on your space, but I was thinking of getting a place nearby…” Steve trails off. He looks out the glass sliding doors at the neat rows of vegetables, herbs, and flowers that the three of you planted earlier that spring. They’re growing well, thankfully.

“We were just talking about that,” Bucky replies. “We planned on going for a run today anyway. Y/N and I can show you all the best spots.”

Natasha stands from her seat as well, the crossword and pencil in one hand and her empty mug in the other. “You know, Lucas mentioned that Joseph’s cabin by the river is for sale. Maybe you could take Steve down that way. I’m sure I can get him a showing tomorrow if he wants.”

Joseph Cherub’s old log cabin is nestled in the thicker part of the forest less than a ten minute walk away. It hasn’t been occupied in years, not since the owners moved to the city, but it’s in good shape. The owners paid a local to drive out and keep up the property, especially when the weather is bad. Not only is the cabin near the river, but there’s an area for a small garden. Steve would be able to fish and grow his own food, if he wanted.

The little cabin is close enough that it would allow the three of you to meet up and run together. You would have another lycan nearby—one who’d been a part of your past, no less—and it would be Bucky’s dearest friend. There’s no better combination than that. Plus, if Steve moved into the cabin, Nat would be able to see him a lot more.

“No viewing needed,” Steve answers, shaking his head, and your smile falls. “I’m good at fixing things, and if Bucky vouches for it, then it’s fine.” He looks pointedly at his best friend, and you lift your gaze to look at Bucky as well.

After a moment, Bucky nods, then smiles wide. You grin too.

“Looks like we’re neighbors again, Stevie,” Bucky teases, and you laugh. He gives your waist an affectionate squeeze at the sound.

Steve groans. “Don’t call me that.”

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Маленький = Little One

И я думал, что у тебя никогда не хватит смелости заговорить со мной. = And I thought you’d never have the balls to speak to me again.

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finnicks · 2 years

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( fic ) we held heaven in our hands for days

we held heaven in our hands for days

mcu | natasha/steve teen, 1k When Steve returns the Soul Stone to Vormir, Vormir decides to give him someone in return.

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bedlamsbard · 9 months

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abruptly remembered that when I was on my way to the grocery store my brain went "okay but SteveNat deaging fic," even though deaging is not a trope I usually go for, because stressed-out teenage Red Room Nat and deeply confused teenage 1930s Great Depression Steve teaming up after *handwave* reasons.

meanwhile the rest of the post-AoU and pre-CW Avengers are chasing them in a panic but trying to find a Black Widow who doesn't want to be found is. hmm. extremely not easy and these freaked out teenagers have no reason to trust them. Sam and Wanda have to go hunting for Bucky specifically to drag him into this clown chase.

unsure if Steve got deaged to pre-serum skinny Steve or if despite deaging he's still post-serum Steve as he would have been in his teens, though I’m kind of leaning towards still post-serum Steve because...reasons? to freak him out more. I like it when he’s freaked out.

#adventures in accountability #put them at seventeen or eighteen or so #not REALLY drastic deaging because I'm not that into it #but given their specific backgrounds it doesn't matter too much #also so I could actually write a romantic subplot

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vaniladraws16 · 1 year

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*Picture by taken by Clint Barton*

#romanogers #stevenat #natasha romanoff #steve rogers x natasha romanoff #steve rogers #captasha #capwidow #steve x natasha #romanogers fic #my art #avengers assemble #marvelfanart #marvel #romanogers fanart #romanogersfanart

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9tzuyu · 2 years

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crush

note: every single stevenat stan i’ve ever interacted with has been lesbophobic so fuck them and that nasty ass ship. this ones for @starsvck and the lesbians + lesbian nat stannies.

natasha is a lesbian now go cry about it.

req: bae comfort fic w reader and nat where reader comes out as a lesbian after struggling w their sexuality for so long <333 ur so slay and ily

warnings: internalized lesbophobia, but it gets better ‹3 semi-proofread.

🏷: @c-is-writing my beloved

. . .

most of your life you spent being jealous of everyone who could have a crush on a boy. you wanted to feel that desire to want a boy or a man. and you tried as you got older, but it only ever resulted in awkward dates and uncomfortable, half-assed makeout sessions.

being with a man never felt right to you, and it never would feel right. you knew it wasn't wrong, but it was so much easier to say you liked women than it was to accept the fact that you would never be attracted to a man.

you only told your closest friends. none of them had a problem with it, but you also knew none of them would understand the way you felt. it didn't matter if they were straight, bisexual or any other sexuality, they would never understand how isolating it is to be a lesbian. the weight of that had been on your heart for as long as you could remember.

now you were 24 living in a cheap apartment alone. life was okay, but you still struggled to accept such an important part of yourself.

bumping into natasha didn't help, especially not when you hadn't seen her since high school.

"y/n?" her green eyes scanned over your body and you blushed under her gaze.

"that's me," you mumbled shyly.

you'd always had a tiny crush on the woman, she was the very definition of the word gorgeous. all throughout high school you tried to suppress it. clearly that didn't work out too well because natasha could still make you turn into mush whenever she was around.

"i almost didn't recognize you! you've changed so much since i last saw you. not- not that it's a bad thing of course," she rushed out.

you weren't quite sure how to respond to the woman, so you just offered a small nod of the head.

"it's good seeing you, natasha."

"wait! don't go just yet. here," she reached into her back pocket to pull out her phone. "type in your number."

"i'm sorry?" you were taken back by the request.

natasha smiled, "go on, type in your number. we can meet for coffee or lunch or something. are you busy tomorrow?"

you fumbled with natasha's phone in your hands, carefully typing out each digit before triple checking for any mistakes.

"i don't think so."

natasha visibly brightened. "great. i'll text you the details, see you tomorrow y/n!"

you made you way back to your apartment with uncertainty on your mind.

it was always confusing when a girl would ask you to go out. you were never sure if they meant it in a friendly matter or as a date. every time you thought about it though, you wanted to roll your eyes at all the missed opportunities you had because they probably thought you weren't interested.

. . .

the next morning you awoke to a text from natasha.

'see you at the coffee shop on fourth. 12 o'clock. don't be late ;).'

her message formed a smile on your face and all of a sudden you felt like you were in high school again.

you had a little over two hours to get ready. it was perfect timing. you had just enough room to shower, pick an outfit and leave while being right on time.

everything felt fine until you remembered exactly what you were doing and how you've always felt about natasha. the familiar feeling of shame crept into the back of your mind. nonetheless, you grabbed your keys and drove to the coffee shop on fourth street, just like the redhead told you to.

11:57.

you sighed, already feeling slight regret. there was no way you could go inside. not when natasha romanoff was in there waiting for you. she truly was the most beautiful woman you'd ever seen, how could you ever compete?

12:01.

shoving your nerves aside, you shut off your car, closing the door before making your way in.

natasha wasn't hard to miss. her fiery red hair and piercing green eyes could be spotted miles away. she looked at you with her signature smirk.

"you're one minute late."

"sorry, got stuck in traffic." you mumbled sheepishly.

"or perhaps you spent five or so minutes in your car before actually coming in." you shrugged, biting back the 'pretty women make me nervous' line.

"i hope you like lattes, i got you chai." she pointed to the cup on the left of her.

"i do. chai is one of my favorites, thank you."

"you're still just as shy as you were in high school," she giggled. "also not a bad thing."

"maybe not a bad thing to you," you responded, taking a sip of your drink. "i kind of hate it."

natasha gasped, a playful look of shock written all over her face. "nuh uh. don't hate it, it's one of the things that made you stand out to me when we were younger."

you frowned, "what do you mean?"

"i mean you were already beautiful. i found a lot of girls to be beautiful, but they were always so annoying in some way or another. stacy, you remember her? she had a bad habit of interrupting me every single time i went to speak. and abigail? she had a thing for never wanting to date lesbians for some weird reason. and of course there were other things about girls in high school, but there was never anything about you that ever rubbed me the wrong way."

your mind froze, "s-so does that mean you're..."

she smirked once more, "a lesbian? yeah. i don't think anything about me screams 'i love men,' do you?"

"not at all."

after that day you began to feel a little more relaxed around natasha. she texted you more often, always having something planned for the both of you to do.

you weren't 100 percent sure as to what you were to each other. she would flirt a lot, do things that only a girlfriend would do, and yet you still couldn't tell if she was just being friendly. the frustration only made you hate yourself even more.

this went on for a few months until one night when you were with natasha everything came spilling out.

you had your head in her lap as you watched some random movie, her fingers tracing shapes on your side.

you couldn't focus though.

"something on your mind?"

god natasha had grown to read you so easily.

"do you ever wish you weren't the way you are?" her finger movements paused.

"what do you mean?"

"like, you know… do you ever wish you weren't gay?"

"a lesbian?" she corrected. "and no, i don't. not anymore."

"i wish i wasn't sometimes." you whispered so softly natasha almost missed it.

"you can say it, you know. it's not a dirty word. you are not a dirty word."

"i just wish i could be like the rest of the world. i wish i liked men sometimes, i wish i could go on dates with them, i wish i could find myself attracted to them. i wish i didn't feel so alone. why did i have to be the only sexuality that can't like men? it's so infuriating to see everyone else happy and embraced when you're not."

natasha hummed, bringing you closer into her hold ever so slightly. "maybe you're just not meant to like men. maybe you're the way you are because it's what makes you special. being a lesbian isn't and never will be a bad thing. it doesn't matter how many times you get silenced, shoved away or disregarded. being a lesbian is such an ethereal, unforgettable thing. it's something to be celebrated, not changed."

there was a beat of silence before you finally managed to come up with something to say.

"you make me happy to be a lesbian."

"oh?"

"yeah."

"well you should always be happy to be a lesbian."

you sat up from her lap, feeling brave for the first time in your life. "i have something to tell you."

natasha already had an idea of what you were about to say. she'd been waiting for this for awhile now, but she wanted you to figure things out on your own time. she wanted you to be comfortable enough with yourself, and now you're right where you needed to be.

"i've had a crush on you since high school." you admitted shyly.

natasha raised her eyebrow, "are you implying that you still have a crush on me?"

"i am."

"well let me tell you a little something, i like you too." she smirked, fully taking in your nervous state.

"really?"

"i have for awhile. why do you think i told you that stuff when we had coffee all those months ago?"

“i wasn’t sure how to interpret what you were telling me,” you giggled.

natasha’s nodded, letting her eyes dart to your lips. “well it was definitely a hint. can i kiss you now?”

your breath caught in your throat.

“yeah, sure. uh go ahead-”

her lips were softer than you ever imagined them to be. so was the touch of her hands as she cupped your face.

she only deepened the kiss when you opened your mouth, granting the access she craved so dearly.

it wasn’t long before you needed to pull away for air.

“sorry… i haven’t done this in awhile. i’m sure you can tell.”

“no apologies necessary. i enjoyed every second of it.” natasha confirmed, brushing her thumb across your lips.

“me too,” you admitted. “can we do it again? just a little slower this time?”

“of course. we go at your pace, okay?”

“how long have you wanted to kiss me?” you questioned, breath shaky from adrenaline.

“quite some time now, sweetheart.” natasha didn’t hesitate to answer.

you swallowed, “show me then.”

“you got it, kitten.”

#natasha romanoff x reader #black widow x reader #avengers x reader #natasha x reader #lesbian #<333 #scarlett johansson x reader

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