#ultron fanfic

[phaticserpent]

An Eternity with You is All I Dream Of

Royal Guard!Ultron x Royal Fem!Reader AU

Warning: Angst (hurt/comfort), fluff, smut

NOTE: Yay, the long waited fanfic for reaching 1k!! Thank you all and I hope you enjoy <3 !!!

Word Count: 5,5884

     You had always considered Ultron a childhood friend; although, according to him, ‘childhood friends’ would be too much of a title for him. He was part of the Kingdom’s Royal Guard, the General in fact and the other sentries were well-known protectors or assistants. Growing up, you were constantly reminded of the difference in ranks and your parents were constantly pushing you away from him. 

‘He’s not for you,’ or ‘He’s the Guard, he’s only here to protect you,’ or ‘You need other friends.’ You were growing tiresome of the excuses, but that didn’t stop you from meeting him or visiting while he was on-duty. 

You were hiding from your parents, knowing they were about to pester you with unnecessary excuses to drag you away. You used Ultron’s large figure to hide behind him, avoiding the maids, who were probably searching for you. 

“Did you hear about the festival, My Lady?” His voice rumbled softly. “I shall be your escort, if you desire.”

“What festival?” You grinned up at him. “And no need for formalities, you may always call me (Y/N).”

“While the other sentries were on-duty within the kingdom, I heard about an upcoming festival tonight. It’ll be filled with food, performances….I also heard some popular artists will be selling handcrafted artistry.” Ultron turned to look at you. “I know how much you like them. It shall be my gift for you.” 

“Oh no need, you’ll only need to escort me.” You smiled. “I look forward to it!”

“(Y/N)!” Your mother cried out. “I have been looking all over for you.” The Queen marched towards you and yanked you away from Ultron, who returned to his position. 

“I was only talking.” You yanked your arm away from her grip. “I’m fine.” 

“Don’t think about running away,” the Queen grabbed your arm. “You’re of age and no suitor. By Heavens, child.” You rolled your eyes as she dragged you away, catching one last glimpse of Ultron before following begrudgingly. Ultron only wished that he was a different rank. 

He quickly shifted position to guard your bedroom, watching carefully as a maid slipped in to leave clothes for you before leaving. You appeared momentarily with an exhausted expression, one he knew too well. You slipped into your room without another word and stared at the fancy dress laid out for you. 

“Gods…..suitors, why do I need suitors?” You mumbled bitterly. Ultron snorted lightly at your words, while you were struggling to put on the dress. Romance…..dating…..they're all nonsense. This damn dress…… He stood still as you cracked the door open, peering up at him. “Ultron….I need your help.” You whispered. Making sure no one else was around, he discretely entered your room as you held your hair. He didn’t need to breathe, but he swore he could feel it leave him as he gazed at you. Nervously, he grabbed the two strings and gently tightened it. 

“Is this okay?” 

“A little bit tighter…..” You instructed, feeling the ropes tighten gently and you couldn’t hold yourself from chuckling. He paused and through your uncontrollable fit of laughter, you managed to choke out, “I’m going to walk out there…..and since the dress isn’t tight enough, it’ll fall off and I’ll be….topless in front of people.” He didn’t even want to imagine the outcome or the situation. Without hesitation, he quickly secured the corset, as you didn’t have time to react and fastened the strings. 

Your face was red from the laughter and slight tears were displayed at the corner of your eyes. Ultron's words were caught in his throat as you beamed. “M-My apologies, Your Royal Highness.” Ultron stuttered out before leaving the room. You breathed in and out, getting used to the outfit, chuckling at his reaction. 

     Soon enough, you were ready to face the suitors your parents had chosen. Granted, you were a bit late but you didn’t doubt that your parents were used to it. You walked out of the room, closing the door as Ultron waited to walk with you. Your face was flushed as your cheeks were tinted, but you still grinned up at him. Ultron could feel himself heating up  Amused, you could hear the way his vents roar as he averted his gaze. “You’re…..You look beautiful, as always.” 

“Come on.” You reached out your hand for him to take, and he reluctantly intertwined his hand with yours. “I wonder what kind of suitors my parents picked out. I bet they can’t even compare to you.” 

It took a moment for him to process what you implied. “M-My lady,” Ultron stammered out. “I am but your Royal Guard….it is and will always be my responsibility to guard and protect you. You know it is unlawful for me to engage with you, romantically.” 

“Unlawful my ass.” You snorted. “I don’t care about that.”

“....That is, your responsibility.” He spoke very softly, still, you heard. You stopped shortly as you turned to face him, taking both of his hands into yours. 

“Ultron, you have been with me since I could remember. You taught me almost everything I know….you read me stories, we even continued reading after my parents expressed their disagreement. You even stood up for me. You make me laugh, you try your best to comfort me when I’m upset, you always think of me when you go out into the kingdom and bring back something cause you know I’ll like it.” You smiled. “ I can’t think of another person I’d spend the rest of my life with.” 

Ultron’s eyes looked into yours, searching for something before he looked away. “I’m flattered that I’ve had a big impact in your life…..but you’re an adult. You need to find someone else.” Your heart sank and you could feel the tears, but you pushed them down. 

“I see….well, it’s not like I didn’t do anything about it.” You squeezed his hand before walking down the corridor in silence. 

     Upon reaching the entrance, the two of you pulled away as Ultron opened the doors for you. The room fell silent as you walked in, greeting your parents first before turning to the audience to greet them, they all bowed to show their respects. Your mother did most of the talking, but it’s not like you were paying attention; you were busy scanning each of the suitors. You didn't know whether to congratulate your parents for their…eccentric taste, or scoff at their punctuality. 

“(Y/N) (L/N), you are to pick your suitor and attend the festival happening tonight.” Your mother’s voice rang. Your head snapped to her and your mouth opened but your voice was gone. 

Soon enough, your voice returned. “Mother….I planned on going with Ultron. It was our plan, to go as friends.” You stayed composed. 

“And now you will go with your suitor……not to worry, Ultron will accompany you.” She dismissed. Your eyes locked with Ultron, who just shook his head and you sighed in defeat. The announcement went on for a while, and the queen was busy giving each suitor an introduction, but her words slipped through your ears. Can we get this over with?…..

      Now, it was time to choose a suitor. You scanned each of them: Leon, the eldest son and the one that looked the least annoying, Joseph was the youngest but he didn’t look sweet or innocent at all, and Mattias was the middle, he looked attractive but his eyes held something unreadable. 

“Perhaps, I’ll go with Prince Leon.” You declared, just loudly for the room to hear. Leon smiled at you and you thought, perhaps it wouldn’t be so bad. 

     You were busy getting dressed for your supposed date to the festival, debating which accessories to wear and what color dress it should match with. You cracked open the door and dragged Ultron in.

“Which dress should I wear? I’m having a crisis.” Both the dresses were the best and perhaps the most elegant, compared to the other outfits you owned. 

Ultron picked up one of the dresses before bringing it up to you, he sheepishly replied, “this one brings out your eyes and hair.” 

“You're the best.” You gently took the dress out of his hand, before disappearing behind a room divider. You slipped into the dress and attempted to fasten the corset on your own, but to no avail. 

He heard soft grunts and mumbling. “Your Royal Highness, do you need any help?” Ultron called out. You sheepishly stepped out, tugging at the corset strings to indicate that you did need help. He chuckled softly before moving towards you, he took the strings into his hand and tightened them. You could feel your heart racing and you were scared that he could hear it. The pounding of your heart was all you could hear, not even Ultron calling for you. His hands shook you out of your trance. “Are you alright?” 

“Ah, yeah I’m okay.” You breathed. “Maybe a little lightheaded.” You reached out to grab your head as you sat down on the edge of your bed.

“Is it too tight? I can redo it if you need–”

“It’s alright.” You insisted. “I never thought this would….be a reality for me.” You admitted with a short laugh. Ultron promptly joined next to you, staring at his hands. 

“If….If he tries anything, and I mean anything, don't be afraid to tell me. I will not hesitate to protect you.” 

“Thank you.” 

“Anytime.” The rest of it was silence, but not the awkward type. Just plain silence to enjoy the other presence. “He’s here.” Ultron announced, and as if on cue, a sharp knock pierced the air. Ultron stood and looked towards you, but you simply stared outside the window. Not wanting to keep Prince Leon waiting, Ultron opened the door and dismissed the accompanying sentry. 

“How do you do?” Prince Leon bowed his head at Ultron, who immediately reciprocated the display. He then made room and signaled Prince Leon to enter, though he left the door open. Prince Leon bowed to you, “Your Royal Highness.” 

You stood up and bowed deeply. “Shall we head out?” He nodded curtly and offered his arm. Ultron noted your hesitation and your unwavering compliance, he followed shortly after closing the door.

     Upon exiting the castle, your eyes gazed up at the sky, pausing before exchanging a few words with Prince Leon. He watched carefully at your interaction, only following a few meters behind. Prince Leon said something to you and you let out a laugh, grasping your stomach as you couldn’t stop yourself. He didn’t know what these feelings were; he obviously wanted the best for you, but he also wanted to be the one for you. Could this be….? Surely not, Ultron could never get jealous. 

“I must say, I was surprised by your decision.” Prince Leon started. “Among my brothers, I am not the most charismatic or attractive.”

“Ah, being the eldest among them was the winning factor….I suppose.” You smiled softly. “I went with my guts and I trusted how kind your eyes looked.” 

“Thank you, Your Highness.” 

“Well of course, Your Highness.” You chuckled and he laughed. “Still, I don’t believe that you're not charismatic or attractive. You’re well-mannered and sweet, surely you must have ladies swooning for your hand.” 

“Perhaps I was too busy to notice.” He grinned. The two of you continued to walk through the festival while conversing, urging Prince Leon to try different foods. The two of you enjoyed a musical performance, and he exchanged compliments to the musician. He noticed that you were staring fondly at a ceramic plate, it was glazed and decorated rather beautifully. He bought it for you, as a token of his gratitude. 

"Oh no….I can't accept this." You denied, but the Prince insisted and you eventually agreed. It was a memorable night and you genuinely enjoyed your time with the Prince. 

The festival began to die down and the Prince turned to meet your gaze, “Would you like to accompany me on a walk nearby? There’s a lovely lake and we could talk by the shore.” 

“Oh, uh sure.” You agreed and he guided you to the lake. You glanced back to make sure Ultron was nearby, but your eyesight was getting blurry and the amount of people confused you. The lake was lovely, but no doubt it was too dark to see any features. You just enjoyed the full moon’s reflection against the water. You asked into the silence, "what did you want to talk about?" 

However, the atmosphere immediately got tense as you heard nothing but the water and crickets chirping. “Your Highness….” Prince Leon whispered and you turned to his direction, aware of the figures approaching them. Three men with weapons cornered them against the lake, and one in the middle stepped forward. 

“We just want her.” They beckoned to you when the Prince stayed unmoving. 

“.....and what do you intend to do with me?”

“There are people who would offer a handsome price for you, my lady.” They all laughed, but it was sickening. Prince Leon sharply drew his knife. 

“I didn’t think a sword would be an appropriate accessory to a festival.” Leon grimaced. You saw Ultron slowly approaching them from behind. When he reached a reasonable range, he shot out tranquilizing bullets to the other two. The leader sharply turned around and dodged Ultron’s attack, but he was forced to step to the side. Which gave Ultron the advantage of putting himself between you and the perpetrator. 

“What is your business?” Ultron demanded. “Your compliance will determine if you get out of this kingdom safely or not.” 

“I won’t answer you!” From the corner of your eye, you saw one of the henchmen squirming, and you saw it reaching for its weapon. From the light of the full moon, you saw the glint of wicked metal and the outline of a mace. You immediately stepped in front of Ultron to interfere, by stomping on the hand; the man cried out in pain and ultimately dropped the weapon. 

Unbeknownst to you, this gave the perpetrator perfect time to strike. Ultron immediately fired a tranquilizing bullet, but the perpetrator slammed into you, impaling you with his blade. You fell to the ground as the noise around you fell deaf, you could see Ultron and Prince Leon exchange words in urgency. 

“Princess, please stay with me!” Leon cried out while Ultron tended to the stab wound. “We must get her to the castle.” Cautiously, Ultron ripped off the hilt of the sword from the perpetrator's hand, careful as to not move the blade and disturb the wound. He gently picked you up before turning to the Prince. 

“If it’s okay, do you mind bringing the leader? The henchmen are useless.” Ultron could barely keep his voice composed. “The tranquilizers I fired is enough to keep them unconscious for 10 hours.” 

“I will,” Prince Leon nodded. “Please get her to safety.” Ultron nodded as he slowly rushed you back to the castle. He already alerted the other sentries, as a couple guarded the entrance, awaiting for him to arrive. 

"My Liege, someone has harmed the Royal Highness. Please prepare the doctor for immediate treatment." Ultron spoke urgently. He didn't have time to hear the King's response as he hurriedly made way into the castle. "I must alert you, Prince Leon will bring the one responsible in shortly." Growing impatient, Ultron slowly lifted off the floor and flew at a steady pace towards the medical room. The castle doctor paced the room as the doors burst open, he immediately instructed Ultron where to place you. Once you were in the doctor's care, he watched from the side and even instructed a few of the sentries to help out in any way. 

A sentry immediately alerted Ultron that Prince Leon arrived with the perpetrator. Knowing you were in good hands, Ultron left to take care of the bandit. Waiting alongside the Prince was the Queen and King; they exchanged worried looks but that disappeared when they saw Ultron. 

"Your Highness," Ultron bowed deeply. "The Royal Highness is in the safe care of the doctor….and my sentries are overseeing that the treatment goes accordingly." 

"Thank you, Ultron. We don't know what we would do without you." The Queen smiled. "Please help Prince Leon and escort this….outlander to the dungeons." Ultron nodded and watched as they disappeared down the corridor. 

"Judging from his appearance….he looks like a rogue from my Kingdom," Prince Leon observed. "Though, I hope that this implication is in no way connected to anything." Ultron remained silent as they walked downstairs. 

"Interrogation will commence in 24 hours, enough time for him to wake up and realize his actions." Ultron grumbled. They found an empty cell, which was pretty much unused and not in the best condition. They still dropped him on the stone cold bench and Ultron locked the cellar. "A sentry will be down here to overlook his condition. It will notify me if he wakes up…..let's go and update the Queen and King." 

".....you love her." 

Ultron paused, as he gazed at the Prince tentatively. "Don't be ridiculous."

"I can see the way you look at her….it's funny, cause when I went to her room earlier, I had suspected that I was interrupting a moment between you two." Prince Leon chuckled. "I understand the struggle." 

"You do?"

"I have…..someone in my Kingdom……” Prince Leon hesitated, scared to reveal his secrets to a stranger. If you could trust him, then Leon trusted him. “ I too, was forced here, only because my parents failed to recognize love." 

"Ah, I'm sorry." 

"Don't be, I did have a wonderful time but I understand her heart has already chosen someone." Prince Leon smiled softly. “She’s lucky to have you."

Ultron chuckled, “it’s more like I’m lucky to have her.” 

     As Ultron and Prince Leon reached upstairs, they heard loud shouts. "Oh, Your Highnesses, wonderful news! The doctor has successfully treated the wound and the princess is in stable condition. He says that she should wake up anytime soon." Both Ultron and the Prince exchanged a glance as they rushed to the infirmary. When they reached the room, you were in bed and the doctor was busy writing notes. 

"Ah, thank you for bringing the Princess. Nothing was critical, so surgery went smoothly and her condition has been stabilized." The doctor smiled at Ultron. "She'll wake shortly." 

"Thank you." Ultron nodded as he left. Shortly, the remaining sentries left, giving you ample room and space to breathe. Ultron approached the bedside and peered down at your sleeping form; you looked so peaceful. "....if only I had been quicker, then you wouldn't be in this position." 

"You did everything you could." Prince Leon urged. "If anything, I should've brought a weapon. My carelessness almost costed our lives." 

"No, no, that's not your fault. You couldn't have known–"

"Neither could you." Prince Leon pointed out. "None of us have the ability to see into the future…..we did everything we could and fortunately, the Royal Highness is safe." Mutual agreement passed between Ultron and Prince Leon, and they stuck by your side until you woke up. It was midnight, while Ultron was checking your vitals and Prince Leon had fallen asleep, your eyes cracked open and squinted at the bright room. 

“Ultron….” You called weakly, your hand aimlessly reached out. He stopped short of what he was doing and gazed down at you in shock and awe. Once you saw him, you broke into a grin, “You’re okay……”

“I’m okay….we’re okay.” Ultron gently took your hand. You and Ultron stayed up, talking and trying to suppress your laughter; although, he constantly urged you to rest. Within the silence, he murmured, “I thought I lost you.” 

“I’m alright, thanks to you.” You smiled. 

"No…..I don't know what I would do without you." Ultron sighed. He lifted your hand to his lips. Your face flushed and Ultron seemed to realize the effect of his action. He quickly pulled away while you were still processing. 

     Thankfully, Prince Leon awoke and rushed to your side. This gave Ultron the time to visit the Queen and the King, notifying them about the good news. They rushed out of their bed chambers, crying out in joy when they saw you. Both Ultron and Prince Leon backed out of the room, not wanting to interfere with such a private moment. 

     The rest of the day, Ultron accompanied the Queen and King to interrogate the prisoner. Some information was deemed useless, but soon enough, he cracked. He admitted that he was hired by one of the suitors. The prisoner admitted that he never got their name, and their appearance was also a mystery. This information was brought to the King of the suitors, who appeared troubled. Devastated, the King apologized to your parents and immediately called back the suitors. Prince Leon left, but not without saying goodbye and expressing his best wishes to you. 

The doctor returned and reexamined your wound, announcing that you healed rather quickly and you were able to move to your room. Unless it was to be disturbed or reopened, then it would take longer to heal but wouldn’t be critical. You nearly jumped out of the bed from joy. 

     After dinner, you were carefully escorted to your bedroom by Ultron himself. 

"Thank you." 

"Anytime, My Lady." Ultron gently placed you in your bed, making sure you were comfortable. "I have a sentry on the way, they'll be arriving with a medical kit. We need to reapply that bandage." 

The two of you remained silent, awkwardly waiting for the sentry to arrive. You didn't know if you could even sleep; your head was racing with everything that occurred within the past few days. 

There was a sudden knock at your door that interrupted your thoughts. Ultron immediately moved to the door and slightly opened it, taking the medical supply from the sentry. He closed the door behind him and you smiled as he lifted up the supply kit for you to see.

"How is your wound?" Ultron asked. "I came with fresh bandages." 

"It's been worse." You shrugged. Ultron nodded and waited for you to lift your shirt, averting his gaze when he almost saw past that. His hands worked effortlessly and gingerly to reapply the bandage, wrapping it perfectly. You only wished that it lasted longer, his touch lingered over your skin and you wanted it engraved into every crevice. "Thank you." 

"I'll be outside if you need anything else." Ultron reminded and began to pack the medical supply. You reached out to grab his arm, your mouth open but you struggled to get the words out.

"Stay, please." You placed a soft kiss on his hand, urging him to stay with you. Ultron hesitated but obliged, joining you in your bed. Moving carefully as it creaked and dipped. 

"Princess….." Ultron whispered, but you stopped him by pressing your hand to his chest. You looked up at him, feeling the thrum of his system. It feels warm.

You gazed up at him, his head was tilted and his eyes were closed from the touch of your hand. "Just call me (Y/N)." You insisted. The two of you held your gaze, his eyes were busy studying you and you caught the slight flicker of his eyes looking at your lips before meeting your gaze again. 

His mouth opened and you knew what the next words were going to be, "I need to–" you didn't let him finish his sentence as you pulled him in to press your lips to his. Ultron moved his hand to the back of your neck, deepening the kiss. When the two of you pulled away, your hand returned to his chest to feel the quickening of his systems. The metal armor was warmer. 

"For so long, I have loved you." You finally spoke. Ultron closed his eyes, trying to compose himself and think of what to say. Your hand reached out to cup his face, his eyes blinked open as the two of you held your gazes. "I still love you. And don't think about what's to come…..none of that matters. I don't even want to think about what's to come if you're not in the picture." 

"My Lady….." 

"I want you." Your voice rang and echoed in his head. "If you'll have me." The tension was heavier than morning fog, and Ultron met your gaze, his hand reaching up to intertwine with your hand. 

"I should be asking you that." Ultron chuckled. "Of course I'll have you, if you'll have me." He leaned down, his lips ghosting over yours before he went in for the kiss. You smiled against his lips, wrapping your arms around his neck as you tried to pull him closer to you. His leg shifted position, where his knee rubbed against your sex and you let out a breathless moan. 

"Ultron ~" you sighed with content and pleasure. 

"I'm here, I'm here, Princess." Ultron assured as he placed gentle kisses to your neck. One of his hands trailed down, gently rubbing your inner thigh in a circular motion. "Please do tell me if I do anything to hurt you….or if anything I do is to your discomfort." 

"I trust you." 

"Princess–" 

"Please." You spoke softly. "I need you." 

"And I need you too." He said it so softly, under his breath so that only you could hear. He pulled back, moving your undergarment to the side and your face flushed as he stared incredulously. 

"Ultron….."

"Shhh, just keep your pretty eyes on me." He whispered. Perhaps he had a hypnotic hold on you, as you couldn't look away. His thumb rubbed your clit and you threw your head back from the sudden stimulation. He hummed in content as you squirmed under him, his other hand placed on your thigh to keep your legs apart. "So good……"

Your hands gripped the sheets in anticipation, throwing your head back as you felt him insert a finger. "Ahh ~! Yes!" You moaned out. Ultron chuckled at your reaction, his finger reached every weak spot inside and his thumb continued to stimulate your clit. His digit hit a sensitive part and you convulsed around him. "Ultron ~!" 

"Oh……" He hummed, continuing to focus on that specific spot. Intensely watching your reaction as you cried out in pleasure, how your eyes closed tightly and your eyebrows furrowed together, and how your hands reached out to grab onto his arms. "Princess, you're so irresistible." 

With those praises, you reached your high. You let out a startled moan while Ultron gazed down at you in awe and adoration. As you were coming down from your high, he pulled his finger out and briefly left, only to bring back a warm towel. You gazed up at him with a flustered expression, while he was busy cleaning you up. “I will find a way to marry you.” You blurted out. 

Ultron wasn’t remotely surprised or taken aback. “It’s a good thing I know your ring size.” Taking in your reaction, he chuckled as your face flushed heavily. 

He joined you on the bed, his hand tracing the outline of your arms and lingering over your hips. “I.....” Your sudden voice interrupted his train of thoughts. 

His gaze then met yours, "are you sure?" 

"Yes, yes I'm sure." You smiled, taking his hand into yours. 

Ultron lined his cock to your sex, though he was a bit hesitant. His hand squeezed against yours and he pushed in. You let out a choked cry, hissing from the penetration and Ultron briefly stilled. “Princess—“

“Keep going,” you moaned out. “Please.” Slowly, he pushed himself deeper inside. You tightened your grip on Ultron’s hand and your other hand held onto his arm; every time you thought ‘this was it’, he continued pushing deeper inside. Eventually, bottomed out and you let out a groan. 

“(Y/N)?”

“Y-You’re so……big.” You whined out. 

“I’ll be gentle,” He grunted, leaning down to steal a kiss. “I promise.” His words lingered over your lips and you reached up to connect your lips to his, again. Your legs wrapped around his waist as he gave a test thrust, earning a breathless moan. He began to roll his hips, careful as to not handle you roughly and in consideration to your injury. 

“U-Ultron,” you breathed out. “Faster.” 

“My Lady?” 

“Please, I need you……go faster.” You urged. “Be rough with me.”

“…..My Princess, you’re injured. I don’t want to reopen the wound.” 

“Please ~” you pleaded, your eyes fluttered open to look up at him. Ultron didn’t want to leave you unsatisfied, so he tentatively leaned down, his head resting between your neck and shoulder while his free hand moved down to grip your hips. Pinning you in place, he began to quicken his pace, roughly thrusting into you. His chest was pressed to yours and he could feel the quickening of your heartbeat, it made him feel alive and safe. You made him feel alive and safe. 

“S-so warm.” Ultron stammered out. Your only response was lewd mewling, letting out heavy moans and broken grunts as he continued to bury himself deep inside. He had brushed against a particular spot, earning a loud and whiny moan. You didn’t even complain when he paused, repositioning himself and continued to focus on that specific spot. Your mouth hung agape, but the overload of moans were caught in your throat. 

“U-Ultron,” you sighed out. “U-Ultron, please…..please ~! A-ah……” You babbled, your arm clinging onto him. He moaned into your ear as he rutted into you, feeling you clench and tighten around him. Ultron pulled his body away and began to pound into you, muffling your moans while you tried to squirm away. 

Still, his grip on your hip was unbreakable, and you moaned into his hand as he mercilessly pistoned his hips into you. Your hand moved to hold onto the one covering your mouth, looking up at him through your lashes. Gods, he’s beautiful…..his brows were furrowed and his eyes held the most focus in them, and for a moment, you caught his gaze. 

“Princess…..” Ultron breathed. A certain angle rendered you speechless, you gasped out as you tried to muffle your moans. His gaze moved from your face, to the bouncing of your breasts to his thrusts, before briefly studying your wound. 

“M-more….more, more, more, more ~!” You pleaded. Without warning, you felt your high come crashing down. Ultron grunted heavily as you convulsed around him, wrapping around him with warmth. He continued to rut into you, resulting in you squeezing him from the overwhelming sense of overstimulation. Your voice was sore and weak, whining as his lips nipped at the shell of your ear. 

"I am eternally yours." He whispered. You wanted to respond, but the continuous thrusts stole your voice. You ended up moaning and gasping, all while Ultron buried his cock into you. With both hands behind your knees, he pushed your legs and spread them even further apart as he pushed inside. 

This new angle almost had you reaching your orgasm every thrust; you gasped and moaned as he practically brought you to see stars. "Y-yes! So good, so good…..Ultron ~" you managed to gasp out. "P-please, more!" At those words, he began to continuously pursue your high, over and over again. His thrusts became almost ungodly and overwhelming with pleasure. 

You were clinging onto him, constantly reminding yourself that this was really happening. He filled you to the brim with every thrust, hitting every spot and your eyes rolled back as you had no words to warn about your orgasm. Ultron's hips stuttered as he mumbled under his breath, his hands gripping the plush of your thigh as he continued to chase your high. The lewd noises of your soaked sex filled the room and it echoed into your ear; it was all you could hear. Your moans and gasps and how good he was making you feel. 

"Princess….." He whispered and leaned down to press his lips to yours, leaving you breathless. You began to feel lightheaded from the overstimulation. "I love you." 

Your heart flew and you wanted to say it back. The minute you opened your mouth, an entire series of moans and broken gasps flew out. You managed to breathe out, "I love you, and forever will, my Knight." 

"A-ah princess," Ultron gasped, his brow furrowed as his mouth hung agape. "I'm about to–" Oh gods, he's beautiful….. You immediately tensed and moaned as you felt a surge of warmth filling you. 

"O-oh ~!" You gasped. Soon after, you came undone as Ultron pushed your hips down, intentionally brushing against a sensitive spot. After a couple of minutes, he pulled out and you watched in awe as his cock retracted. "That was……amazing." 

"The sex or the contraption?" Ultron chuckled and you smiled. 

"Why not both?" You reached out to him, and he reluctantly fell into your embrace. "You're amazing." 

After a while, Ultron stirred from your hold. "My beloved….I need to go." 

"Please, stay." You whispered into his neck. “Stay with me.” Ultron hummed and nodded, smiling to himself when he could feel you smiling against his shoulder. 

"You shouldn't sleep on your side." He pointed out. You grumbled as you returned onto your back. "We can cuddle another time." 

"Promise?" 

"I promise." He sighed with content, placing a kiss on your head. "Goodnight, princess." 

“Goodnight.”

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[softestqueeen]

slipping and gliding pt. 2

pairing:  natasha romanoff x afab!reader

summary: After what happened in the showers, you and Nat make a quick exit to move your fooling around to somewhere else…

warnings: 18+ MDNI!!!! smut, car sex, cunnilingus, inexperienced reader, shy reader, slight dom!nat, fingering

wordcount: 1208 words

a/n: i’m sorry it took so long, but i’m finally back with part 2! only took me like 100 years to write. I’m sorry I’ve been so inactive lately, but new things are in progress… Enjoy <3

part 1

The two of you went back to your stuff and said quick goodbyes to everyone. Of course everyone wanted to persuade you to stay, but you were able to talk yourself out of it, claiming that you didn’t feel well, and that Nat would take you home.

But she wouldn’t take you home. Yet.

The two of you got into Nat’s care before driving off. The sun stood high as the two of you speeded down the highway.

You thought that Nat was gonna take you home and then maybe take you again on the bed. But when you noticed that she missed the exit that actually led to the tower, you frowned.

“Where are we going Nat?”, you questioned her, unsure about what to think of this.

“Patience love, you’ll see.”, she told you while putting her unoccupied hand on your thigh and giving it a squeeze. At the new pet name, you could feel a blush creeping up your neck to your cheeks and the short skirt you wore allowed Nat to directly touch your skin.

You decided to not question it anymore and just wait and see where you would end up.

After a few minutes, it turned out that Nat brought you to a… deserted parking lot? Very romantic. It didn’t seem scary, because on one side it was still light out and on the other you had Nat, who would never let anything happen to you.

Nat parked in the middle of the concrete area, locked the doors, and stopped the engine. She took the key out of the ignition, throwing it lazily into the centre console.

With every passing moment you could feel your arousal building, the anticipation of what’s to come pure torture.

Nat’s car was quite spacious now that you took a look at your surroundings. You could comfortably stretch out your legs and the seat could almost fit you two times.

The redhead leaned forward to your seat and with a skilful motion leaned back your seat, so you were almost laying down now. The sudden change in position mad a giggle escape your lips. It quieted down though, once Nat climbed on top of you, now covering your body with hers.

She sent you a little smile before leaning down and connecting her lips with yours after what felt like ages, though your little shower innuendo had not even been an hour ago. She didn’t waste any time and slipped her tongue into your mouth, exploring like it was the first time.

Her mouth slowly started to wander over your cheek, to your neck and then your cleavage. In this moment you were glad that you chose to wear a little crop top, which made you tits look amazing.

“Can I take it off?”, Nat asked while tugging at the edge of your shirt, but you were already nodding frantically before she even managed to finish her question. She helped you out of it, leaving you with no bra and only your skirt on.

The redhead leaned back a bit, admiring your now exposed body with a new kind of hunger in her eyes. Even though she had just seen it, she still couldn’t believe that you were real. After snapping out of her thoughts she attached her lips to your breast, taking her time with her caresses and giving both breasts even attention, before sucking one of your nipples into her mouth. She repeated her earlier actions almost identically, but that did not mean that you enjoyed it any less.

Her mouth always felt amazing on you, and you feared that every second her mouth or hands were not touching you, you’re going to miss that feeling. For now, though, you would just enjoy the moment and the sight of her on top of you.

Once she felt like she had worshipped your breasts enough she started to litter your stomach with wet open-mouthed kiss, making you shudder.

She hooked her fingers into your skirt and pulled down your skirt, removing your panties with them. Afterwards she slid down into the footwell, now kneeling between you spread legs. In her new position she continued her way down your body, leaving out your pussy, teasing you and starting to kiss along your thighs.

You started squirming underneath her intense attention, but Nat was quick to grab your thighs and spread you legs a little further.

Slowly, she was now nearing your pussy again and you could already feel her heavy breaths against your heat.

“I’ll eat you out now, sweetheart. That all right with you?”, she asked you and you were able to breathe out a weak ‘yes please’ and that was all it took for Nat.

She connected her tongue with your wet pussy and licked a stripe up your slit, making you moan and writhe underneath her. Tightening her grip on your thighs and holding you down she started to explore you, this time with her mouth and tongue rather than her fingers.

The redhead got lost in the taste of you, teasing you by circling your hole with her tongue before moving on again. It didn’t take long for her to have some mercy on you though, as she wanted to hear what other noises would come out of you.

She started to circle your clit, making you throw your head back. One of your hands found it’s way into her hair while loud moans were leaving your lips. Nat was working you so well, her tongue moving from your hole to your clit and then back again. She was driving you insane in the best ways possible.

You could slowly start to feel that coil in your stomach tighten and voiced so much, but the redhead just started to eat you out more vigorously. The noises the two of you made could have been straight out of a porn movie, the moans and whines escaping your lips, the obscene sounds of Nat’s tongue lapping at your folds.

She took one hand off your thigh and started to circle your entrance with one of her fingers while she was circling your clit only with the tip of her tongue. The new sensation drove you mad, and you were so so close.

When she then slipped one of her fingers into your tight hole you were done for. You tightened your grip on her hair and came with a shout of her name. Nat slowed down but still worked you through your orgasm, her finger massaging your inner walls while her tongue was moving over your swollen lips.

Once you released her hair and got your breathing under control again the redhead pulled away from you. You could see your slick covering here lips and chin. Not being able to control yourself you leaned forward and connected your lips with hers, tasting your own arousal on her tongue.

With one hand on her hip, you guided her back onto the seat, so she was practically lying on top of you. Your other hand started to grope her body before you pulled away from her lips.

“Now, let me return your favour!”, you told her sheepishly and she could only smile before you connected your lips again.

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You're Not Alone

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Post Age of Ultron (WandaNat)

Summary: Wanda discovers a secret about The Black Widow after a mission.

Word Count: 4.5K

Content: Talks of Hydra, The Red Room, Feelings, Tramua and flashbacks.

Wanda was still learning a lot since moving to America and becoming an Avenger.

Much to the dismay of Clint Barton, she discovered how much more trashy American reality TV is compared to other countries. Choosing to watch two toxic people argue while shitfacrd was a late-night pleasure for Wanda.

She also found her niche of new sitcoms to enjoy. Ones like The Office and Parks and Rec. She tried Always Sunny, but Wanda COULD NOT get into it. That disappointed Maria Hill, who liked that one. But not as much as How I Met Your Mother.

Regardless, Malcom in the Middle was a new favorite for Wanda Maximoff.

She also found new oddities about her teammates. Like Sams love of naming his little gadgets. Steve's late-night ballroom dancing practices. Vision curiosity over his humanoid teeth and Thor's love of all things Pop-Tarts and sugary sweets before heading off-world.

Lastly, Wanda most recently discovered something about Natasha Romanoff that almost no one knew.

Natasha Romanoff had a tattoo.

Wanda couldn't believe it when she saw it. But then again, Wanda was never supposed to see it. She only happened to see it because a mission went wonky...

Since joining the team, Wanda had one goal in mind aside from the obvious for the greater good hero crap. Wanda wanted to eliminate Hydra and their bases.

Joining Hydra was a mistake. It gave her, her powers but at the cost of her young adult years. At the expense of her sanity. She lost herself and then her brother.

Now, she was slowly discovering who Wanda was. Who Wanda Maximoff wanted to be. One of the first things on that list was to take down Hydra.

So that's what led Steve, Sam, Wanda, and Natasha in route to the snowy mountains of France. It wasn't the first mission Wanda was cleared to go on. But it was the first time she was on with Natasha Romanoff.

The Black Widow.

To say Natasha intimidated the Sokovain would be an understatement. Wanda was frightened of Natasha. Even if Wanda could clearly use her powers to her advantage, she didn't want to do that anymore.

At least not to her teammates and friends.

Besides, the pair had barely spoken since the fall of Wanda's home country, but yet Natasha's red jacket still hung in Wanda's closet.

They shared the same floor and went to movie nights at the same time, but aside from a look over and a tight-lipped smile. Natasha never gave Wanda anything more.

Not even when Wanda gave everyone on the team a handwritten apology for her actions in the rise and fall of Ultron.

She never received anything back from Natasha.

And yet.

Natasha chose to sit next to Wanda on the flight to France.

Wanda smiled as the redhead looked over the younger woman. Wanda did the same as her eyes traveled over Natasha's face. She couldn't deny how beautiful the Widow was. Her green eyes and striking features were hard to look away from. But that's what benefitted Natasha when she was in the Red Room. Use any and everything to your advantage.

Natasha wasn't doing that now.

She was just being herself. She wanted to talk to Wanda.

So when she saw Wanda's eyes leave her lips and get visibly nervous, Natasha decided to speak up.

"Hi." She started. Simple enough.

"Hi." Wanda softly spoke back.

Natasha took a second before speaking.

"I want you to know that I know this isn't your first mission. But it's your first one with me since..." Wanda nodded as Natasha steadied herself. "I just want you to know that you can count on me to have your back." Wanda smiled at that. "I know you'll have mine." Natasha ended that with a reassuring nod and a look away before looking back when the witch spoke up.

"Thank you, Natasha."

"Of course."

With that, Natasha cleared her throat and started looking at her widow bites. Double-checking them. Even though they had been thoroughly looked over by the Widow herself before the team even left the compound.

Wanda didn't know what to say anyways. Everything that had just happened was shocking to her.

The most shocking part might have been when Natasha didn't leave when she got done with her gadgets; instead, she remained sat in her seat next to Wanda.

Wanda racked her brain, thinking of anything else to say, but nothing came out when she opened her mouth.

But finally, when she was about push the words "have you ever seen the Dick Van Dyke show?" through her lips, Steve called the team up to go over the mission one last time.

The mission? Infiltrate the located Hydra Base. Save prisoners, if any. Capture the goons inside and try not to kill anyone. However, if it comes to it, do what you have to.

Steve made a better speech, but you get the jist.

When the wheels touched down, the group decided to split off. Through the coms, Wanda could hear Steve and Sam finding guys left and right. But that wasn't the case for her and Natasha.

Their side of the base was empty. Cells and rooms had been cleared out, long left abandoned. Dust and dirt had gathered. Flashbacks came to the front of Wanda's mind, but she pushed down the screaming and the trauma that came with it just in time for Natasha's thoughts to be loud.

Begging for Wanda to read them.

The Black Widow tried to focus on the mission, but for the last couple of months, Natasha had been silently struggling.

After mouthing off to Capitol Hill, Natasha came to Avengers Tower under Fury's orders. She stayed and made herself useful to the cause at hand, however, before and in between Ultron happening. Natasha had thought she found solace in someone after her and Maria split. But even after Natasha begged for them to go with her. It wouldn't work.

Nothing Natasha did worked.

So when a little witch made Natasha relive her nightmares, it didn't anger Natasha. It made her feel weak and small, like she deserved it.

So all this time when, Wanda felt like Natasha wasn't making an effort or ignoring her. Wanda technically wasn't wrong. It, however, wasn't because Natasha hated Wanda she was just dealing with her own shit.

"Natasha?" Wanda whispered when she noticed that the Widow wasn't walking next to her anymore. Instead, she was severely feet back looking into a cell.

Wanda walked back and saw what Natasha was staring at. A stuffed pink bear laid face down in the middle room. Covered in dirt and dried blood.

Wanda didn't say anything. She and Natasha had lived something similar. She just forced her eyes to pull away from the bear and look at Natasha, rubbing the left side of her ribs with her right hand, mumbling something to herself before remembering where she was, and what she was supposed to be doing. She cleared her throat and looked at Wanda.

"We should get moving."

Again, Natasha's thoughts were begging to be viewed, but Wanda ignored them and followed Natasha.

"Did you find it yet?" Sams voice came over coms. "We're almost at the drives now. If there's no one to save or take, prepare to evac in five." Natasha said as she and Wanda stopped before a room storing this base's secrets.

Wanda lit up the room with her magic before deeming it safe for Natasha to flick the switch on. "Is that new?" She asked when Wanda lowered her hands. "Steve, Vision, and I have been trying to come up with inventive ways to use my powers."

Natasha nodded as she put the thumb drive into the computer in the corner of the room.

"That's right," Natasha said. "I can see you lifting him from my window." That surprised Wanda. She had no idea Natasha had been watching them after team training ended. "You're doing good." Natasha offered a genuine smile to the Sokovian, who tried her best to hide the red on her cheeks.

Natasha noticed but didn't comment on it.

Instead, she turned to look at the files loading up on the monitor. Folders and folders full of information on this Hydra bases dealings.

What test they ran. Who they tested it on. What bodies were traded for and to whom.

It was all horrible.

Natasha's eyes watched each document and picture flick by her. The progress bar at the bottom of the screen was getting closer and closer to 100% when a picture of a young blonde girl flew by.

Natasha leaned forward.

No.. It couldn't be..

Wanda saw how Natasha's whole body language changed. She saw how her green eyes changed from focused to scared. Before Wanda could comment on it. A loud bang was heard from outside the door down the hall.

Instantly, Natasha rose to her feet, gun drawn. She looked over at Wanda with raised hands. Ready to fight. Natasha nodded to Wanda and then back to the computer and whispered. "Stay here. Make sure it gets to 100% and then take it with you to the quinjet. I'll be there."

Wanda felt like she should stop Natasha. Or that they should go together, but the words never left her mouth as Natasha rounded the doorframe, disappearing from sight.

As Wanda waited, Natasha quietly stalked her way to where the noise had came from. Her breathing was slow and calculated as she kept her gun in front of her. She listened for any voices or footsteps that might give away whoever was around. But no noise was made.

Natasha turned around and was about to head back when a woman wearing a grey Hydra outfit emerged from the shadows with a gun in their hand—firing two rounds at Natasha before they took off running.

Natasha used her quick reflexes to get up onto her feet and immediately started chasing after the person who just shot at her. "I got one running west," Natasha yelled in the coms. "Heading your way, Wanda."

Wanda's head shot up at learning that piece of information, and stood up from the computer to rush out the doorway. Without thinking about Wanda used her magic to stop the Hydra agent. Immobilizing their body, sending them crashing to the floor. The gun sliding away from their hand.

Natasha stopped next to the fallen body and bent down to turn the woman's body over. Natasha saw how the woman's eyes were red. Wanda had her under. "She's scared," Wanda spoke up for the woman.

That's why she ran. Natasha thought as she looked over the woman's blonde hair and at the features on that dawned her face.

Memories came to the front of her mind as her fingers itched to touch the side of her ribs again.

Natasha shook them away and swallowed before standing back up with a groan. The sharp pain rushed through her body as the adrenaline started coming down. Natasha winced and placed her hand on her side where the pain was coming from.

"You're bleeding."

Natasha looked into Wanda's concerned green eyes and didn't move as Wanda stepped closer to her. Walking right over the now incapacitated Hydra goon. Natasha wanted to take a step back away from Wanda but froze when Wanda's soft hands placed themselves on Natasha's body. Her hands gripped Natasha's hips as she bent down to take a closer look at the wound.

"It looks like the bullet just grazed you. Did you not feel it?" Wanda looked up at Natasha, who just shrugged. "I didn't even realize."

Wanda accepted the answer because she could start to see that pushing Natasha would push her away. So, instead, Wanda nodded to herself and raised her hand to Natasha's wound.

"I've been working on something.. Do you trust me?" Wanda asked the one person whom most people could never see Natasha trusting. "Yes," Natasha said without hesitation. Wanda hid a blush at that before continuing.

She raised her hand higher and brought it closer to Natasha's bleeding side. "It won't hurt."

Natasha watched as red wisps extended themselves from Wanda's hand and landed on the marking of the bullet. Before her eyes, Natasha watched as Wanda started patching the wound as if she were stitching her body. "Oh my.. Wanda..." Natasha couldn't believe it, and yet her wound was now sown shut with a red glow around it.

Wanda looked at what she did and smiled. She was proud of herself. So when she looked up, and saw Natasha smiling back down. Wanda smiled brighter. "That's amazing," Natasha said as Wanda stood up. Her hands were still on the Widow's body. "Thank you!" Natasha looked at Wanda with newfound respect and admiration.

And before she knew it, Natasha's eyes traveled from Wanda's green eyes to her pink lips. She started scanning every inch of the Sokovain's face in a new way.

Wanda wasn't sure if what she was seeing was actually happening, so it was best not to comment on it. However, she did notice that slight fall from Natasha's lips when Wanda removed her hands from her.

"When we get back, you'll have to get it checked out. My magic won't hold it forever... At least not that I know of." Wanda chuckled at that last part, making Natasha crack a laugh for the first time in a long time.

The nice eye-darting moment between the two had to come to an end when the prisoner groaned from the floor. They were still unconscious, thanks to Wanda. But needing to be moved.

"I'll check the hard drive if you want to..." Natasha didn't need to say anymore as Wanda effortlessly lifted the prisoner with her powers. Natasha smiled at the easy use of her powers and subconsciously rubbed the side of her ribs above the area where she had been shot once again—an action Wanda had picked up on.

Perhaps it was a nervous habit of Natasha's?

Maybe a tic?

Wanda didn't know, but when she saw Natasha do it again, she sat back down in the chair in front of the monitor. The screen sitting on an image of an experiment being ran on a young kid.

The progress bar below sitting at 100%.

Wanda watched as Natasha's body tensed, followed by her thoughts becoming louder and louder.

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The flight went by quicker than Wanda thought it would.

She wanted to sit and talk with Natasha but couldn't when Natasha landed herself in the pilot seat. Wanda was sure she wouldn't have been if the Widow told the team about her getting shot, but Natasha didn't.

Instead, when Wanda and Natasha arrived with the unconscious Hydra goon, Steve and Sam had no idea that Natasha was in a fight. Something about the coms failing right after the download started. Steve asked Natasha if she was fine, and Wanda watched her teammate lie and put on a brave face.

So Natasha flew the team back.

When they landed, Sam went to start a report on the mission while Wanda went with Steve to take the prisoner to holding. Natasha went to the medical unit to get her wound looked over.

At least, that's what Wanda thought.

To no surprise but Wandas, Natasha headed straight to her room. She locked the door and went to her bathroom. She opened a cabinet and pulled out her own med kit. She rested it on the counter as her nerves began to calm down. The pain worked its way through her soft and battered body as her suit was slowly peeled off, hitting the floor.

There, Natasha stood in her private bathroom, scanning over her semi-naked body. What's been done to it by others. What's been done is by her own hands. Scars and wounds healed but still leave a mark.

She brings her fingers up over her newest wound and lets the bit of undried blood drip onto her middle finger before she rubs it into her skin.

The red staining her.

Natasha brings her face up from her fingers to look back at the mirror. Natasha realizes just how close the bullet was. Had it been appropriately aimed and higher, it would've gone right through the middle of Natasha's first and only tattoo.

On the side of Natasha's ribs were two incredibly detailed fireflies. One was slightly bigger than the other.

"Look, forest stars!"

"Yeah! You know what? Those are actually part of the Lampyridae family. And the glow that you see, that comes from a chemical reaction called... bioluminescence... Come on time for dinner!"

"I want Mac and Cheese."

"Natasha..?"

Natasha, startled, jumped back and away from the shut bathroom door. Covering herself before, she immediately closed her eyes and got upset at her actions once she realized it was Wanda on the other side.

Had she not heard the witch enter her room?

"I was calling your name over and over, but you didn't hear me." The witch answered. "I came to check on you. I went to the medical wing and... and you never made it. So I knocked on your door before letting... myself.. in..." Wanda tried to laugh to cover the light criminal work she had done. Even then, she opened and closed her mouth, but before Natasha could do anything, Wanda asked: "Are you okay? Do you need help?"

Natasha stood with her bodysuit held in her right hand. A part of her was yelling at her to put it on and send Wanda away. Fix yourself up alone and get back to training. But there was the other half. The one who was exhausted and hurt. The one who needed help.

That voice won out.

"Wa-Wanda..." Natasha's voice was cracked before she cleared it. "Yes?" Wanda answered with a voice of surprise and concern. But then Natasha didn't speak. Instead, there was a click of the door as Natasha removed her hand from the lock. "Come in.." She quietly called out to the Sokovian, who now wore a set of grey sweats, gingerly placed her hand on the knob before turning it slowly, opening the door.

"Natasha..." Wanda hitched her breath as her eyes became focused on the woman standing before her. Only wearing a black sports bra and black shorts. Riddled with scars and bruising. A bullet wound below a black and white marking that Natashas was hiding with her hand.

Wanda took her gaze off Natasha's body and found her eyes. Taking a step forward, Natasha didn't look away from the younger woman. She didn't move. She kept her grip on her suit and waited. "Natasha?" Wanda spoke.

"Hmm?"

Wanda looked away from the Widow and picked up the Avengers-level first-aid kit. "Take a seat.." She gestured over to the edge of the counter. Natasha looked at the spot before nodding.

Cautious, she dropped the suit from her grip but kept her hand covering the tattoo.

Wanda caught onto it and wasn't sure what Natasha could possibly be hiding; after all, SHEILDS secrets had been public knowledge for the last year and a half. But Wanda wasn't going to bug her about. Right now, she just wanted to care for her teammate and friend.

So, as Wanda got closer to Natasha, Natasha sat straight up and lifted her arm up to give Wanda enough space to work. Wanda sent the older woman a flat smile and bent down slightly before starting to clean the grazed area of the bullet.

Natasha did her best not to wince or show much emotion as Wanda cleaned her up and tossed the bloodied pieces of tissues to the side. Wanda knew Natasha wouldn't, but still, she was in such close proximity to THE BLACK WIDOW, and yet she could tell something was wrong. "Natasha?" Wanda finally said when she went to stitch her up without using her powers.

"Yes?" Natasha brought her eyes to Wanda as her loud thoughts of a young blonde child slowed. "Are you okay?" Wanda asked the question that had been begging to be asked.

Natasha wasn't sure what it was, but she easily could've lied to Wanda. She could've nodded, put on a brave face, and shut down any remaining questions, but when the green eyes of the Sokovian looked up at her, she broke. She closed her eyes and squeezed them tight as tears threatened to spill.

Wanda quickly put down the medicinal supplies in her hand and placed her hands on the shoulders of the redhead before they moved down to Natasha's side. Her hand sitting inches above the still-covered tattoo. "Tas-Natasha?"

Natasha shook her head and used her one free hand to wipe at her face. A tear slipped past her mouth as she opened to speak. "I'm tired." She spoke through her rough throat. Wanda nodded. She knew. "So tired."

Wanda rubbed her hands up and down Natasha's side. It seemed like it was still a safe thing to do, considering Natasha hadn't stopped her, and they were both enjoying the touch of each other on their skin.

Wanda was going to let the silence linger. She didn't know what to say to help Natasha that the Widow didn't know, and she was focusing really hard not to read her thoughts. But luckily for Wanda, Natasha very quietly looked up and said: "I miss her."

Wanda saw the soft sadness in the eyes of her friend and felt hurt. She didn't like seeing Natasha like this. It didn't feel right, and someone this pretty should never be sad.

"Who?" Wanda asked, genuinely curious.

"Yelena. My sister."

Natasha saw the confused look on the witches face, but instead of elaborating, Natasha leaned closer to Wanda and lifted her hand off of her tattoo. "Here." She placed her hands on top of Wanda. Moving one just in front of her forehead and the other hand, she moved down the side of her body.

The feeling of their fingers resting on top of one another sent a warmth wave throughout each woman as Natasha finally placed Wanda's hand on the tattoo.

"I got this a year after my deflection to SHIELD."

Wanda rubbed her thumb over the larger firefly before tracing her fingers over the delicate linework. The action making Natasha smile. "Do you know where she is?" Wanda gingerly asked when she took her eyes off the piece of art.

"No."

"Do you wish you did?"

Natasha didn't waste another thought on a lie. She answered truthfully while looking into Wanda's eyes.

"Yes."

Wanda's eyes stayed on Natashas before dropping to her lips and back up. "Can.. I..?" Wanda asked, awaiting consent before earning a nod. With that, Wanda lowered her hand and began looking into Natasba's mind. Looking at what Natasha wanted her to see.

A young blonde child and a girl with dyed blue hair. The two are playing in a backyard near a swing set. The younger girl is laughing and having fun before she falls over.

"Yelena," Natasha repeated her name. "My sister." Wanda smiles at the memory and then raises her hand up and leaves Natasha's mind. "Before she was taken. She didn't know..." When she opens her eyes, Natasha is looking at her. "Thank you for showing me that." Wanda once again looks down at Natasha's watery smile—her lips.

Natasha nods and notices the look on Wanda's face. "Wanda.." Natasha starts as her hands move to Wanda's waist, tugging her closer to her sitting on the bathroom counter.

"We shouldn't..." Wanda already knows what the older woman is thinking, but Natasha wants this. She needs this. It's been a while since she's felt the care from someone else. The touch of another. She also has shared something with Wanda that no one else knows.

So, as she pulls Wanda closer, Wanda knows that they shouldn't, but she can't say no. The words fail to get past her throat. She wants to feel the lips of the other on her... So she leans into Natasha, and the moment between them is soft. Slow and careful. But the sparks fly.

Something happens.

Natasha's hand moves around to Wanda's lower back, pulling her closer, causing Wanda to fall more into her without a fight as their lips collide again and again.

A whimper makes Natasha smile as she bites and pulls the witches bottom lip between her teeth. "You sound so good for me," Natasha whispers, earning another moan. "Natasha..." Wanda tries to speak again but fails when Natasha's right hand begins pulling at Wanda's grey sweatpants. "Shhh.. It's okay.. I want this.." Natasha reassures Wanda to only earn a shake of the head. The younger woman is doing her best to tell Natasha that she's...

"Tasha.." Wanda moans when Natasha's hand brushes past her bare pussy. "Come on. Tell me you want this, Wanda..." Wanda gasps and moans when a finger touches her clit. "Tasha, please..." Natasha smirks and kisses the lips of the scarlet woman with passion.

"Please, what baby..." Wanda loves the kisses being planted by Natasha, but she has never done anything past this moment with someone. She's feeling lost, and the feeling of passion is morphing into nervousness. And she doesn't want to do this with Natasha when she knows and can feel the thoughts coming from Natasha.

Natasha is looking for an escape.

Wanda moans again in pleasure. "Please stop." She says, surprising Natasha. Immediately, Natasha pulls her hands out of Wanda's sweatpants, placing them on her sides taking her lips off of the Sokovian. Looking into her eyes with concern. "What- what's wrong?" Wanda bites her bottom lip before returning them to Natashas, still keeping her confused. "Wanda?" Natasha looks at her friend with soft eyes.

"I've never..." Wanda says, making Natasha feel guilty for pushing her. "Oh Wanda..." Natasha starts, but Wanda stops her again with a kiss, moving their bodies closer together. "Stop. I want to, but..." Wanda bites her lips again. "I don't want to be used." She takes a careful breath before saying: "You and I both know what that's like."

Natasha doesn't realize a tear has fallen from her face until Wanda drags a finger up her cheek. Wiping it away with tenderness. "I'm so-" "Don't." Wanda cups Natasha's chin. "It's okay." Natasha wants to yell at her that it's not, but all she does is collapse as Wanda runs her hand over the tattoo of a distant memory.

Wanda doesn't speak about what almost happened between them. Instead, she leaves Natasha on the bathroom counter as she brings her some clothes to rest in later tonight. She finishes wrapping the wound around Natasha before leading her out to her bed.

Both women are tired but don't let go of one another hand. Wanda smiles when Natasha asks her to stay.

They don't talk about what is new between them. But the two feel closer as Wanda keeps her hand on the tattoo, and with permission, she is allowed to relive the happiest memories from Natasha's childhood. A majority of them involving Yelena. Natasha thanked her as she laid in the Sokovian's arms.

In return, Wanda made her remember that she's not alone.

dividers by @/benkeibear

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[charliedawn]

Hi! I liked your fic with Ultron, I was glad to know that you are writing for him. If everything is fine, may I request a continuation of "How would they react if you were to marry someone else?", but with Ultron?

I decided to add Venom, Otto and Norman because...I love villains. 😂

"So...You chose him ?", Ultron asked before giving a disdainful glance at your partner.

He was unworthy of you. A fleshing. A nothing. You had been created for him. And yet, you had chosen an Earthling as your spouse. How shameful...And how wrong of you.

"You will come to regret your decision...", he warned you—but you shrugged.

"You never even tried to love me. He does."

He restrained a mocking laugh at your claim before his red eyes stared at you and you gritted your teeth at his mocking expression.

"And you do ?"

A shiver ran down your spine and you tried to appear confident as you took a step forward, red eyes meeting red eyes.

"I will marry him. And there's nothing you can do to stop me.", you told him with a serious expression. But, Ultron wasn't convinced. He huffed a laugh before taking another step forward, so you had to crane your neck up to even see his expression.

"Don't. Test me.", he said in a low and threatening voice and you knew he would kill everyone in the room if you kept pushing. You hadn't even invited him. He had decided to stride in and ruin everything—like always. He had made so much ruckus that you hadn't even succeeded in uttering the two important words to seal the marriage.

You wanted to escape fate. But, Ultron wasn't going to let you go so easily. You knew that. And yet...You wanted to try. You turned back towards the priest and opened your mouth.

"I..." Before you could even say I Do, he had covered your mouth to muffle any other sound you might be willing to make. He then took your soon-to-be husband by the throat and grinned at the terror in your eyes.

"The only one who you will ever be able to say 'I do' to, will be me...Understood ?"

Your eyes watered and you nodded begrudgingly. You had no choice. Maybe Ultron had been relieved of any ounce of humanity he ever had, but you hadn't. He smirked and released your husband's windpipe, only to use a metallic claw to pin the priest to his altar.

"Now...I want us to make it official. Come on, darling...", he leaned forward and chuckled darkly in your ear. "~Say yes."

"EDDIE ! Y/N IS GETTING MARRIED !"

Eddie ignored Venom. He didn't have the energy to talk right now. He just wanted to go and crawl to die in a hole. He wanted to drown his sorrow in chocolate sirup and burgers. But, Venom wouldn't let him.

Venom appeared into view and threw the bag of nachos he had in hand to the floor.

"EDDIE !"

Eddie finally raised his eyes to look at the gooey creature before him with an emotionless expression, and even Venom was surprised by the lack of reaction of his vessel.

"What ?", he asked with an unreadable expression and Venom knew at that moment that Eddie was in no playing mood.

"...Are you...Are you really going to let it happen ?", the entity asked with a little hesitancy before staring at his human vessel with something akin to worry.

Venom had never sounded or looked so small...His head peaked from underneath his coat and Eddie's jaw twitched. It seemed that even Venom could feel the storm brewing within him. He had never felt Eddie so upset, and it worried him.

You used to always be there to keep his emotions in check, but Eddie had pushed you away by hiding his feelings from you.

And now ? He had no idea what to do. One side of him was telling him to leave you alone. The other was screaming to be let out and stop what was about to happen before it was too late.

"What are we going to do, Eddie ?", Venom insisted and for the first time, it was Eddie who summoned him—covering his body and leaning into his strength as he all but growled out.

"Bring back our happiness..."

Eddie then jumped out the window and ran with the invitation he had received that very morning in his hand. He wouldn't pass out on another opportunity to be happy. Not this time.

"...Y/N ?"

You looked at the aisle and was surprised to find your ex-husband standing there—shocked. You stared at each other for a few seconds before you had the strength to utter the name you had spent years trying to forget.

"...Norman ?", you replied—dumbfounded.

He had died 5 years ago...What was he doing here ? He looked at you and one of his old coworkers who was now holding your hand before an upset frown appeared on his face.

"You...You're marrying him ?"

"It's been five years, Norman...Five years of lonely nights. Five years of emptiness. Five years of nothing but coldness.", you tried to explain and let go of your soon-to-be husband.

Norman's eyes softened a bit as he took a step forward, but realized then that you weren't alone and everyone in the church was shocked to see him there. He had heard of the ceremony as he was walking by and thought that seeing him would change your mind. But, no. He now realized he was the one who had abandoned you. He was the one who had left you and there was things he couldn't take back.

He smiled and nodded before taking a seat and gesturing for the priest to go on.

"I won't say anything more. Proceed."

Norman stared fixedly at you and knew...He knew you still loved him by the way your fingers tightened around the bouquet in your hands and how your eyes watered underneath the veil. It was his sadistic side that made him wait, made him challenge you by his sole presence.

'Come on, Y/N. You can fool yourself. But, not me.', he thought before counting the seconds until the bouquet of flowers fell to the floor and you embraced him.

It was weakness. You knew as such. But, you couldn't stay away from Norman.

"Do you have anything to say ?", you asked after Otto entered your bedroom the night before your wedding. You looked mindlessly at the city beneath you and did your best not to look at him.

"No. I understand.", he said while shaking his head and you sighed.

"Wrong answer, Otto."

Your eyes were watery and you wondered if Otto had ever not been selfish in his life ? He had went on his silly revenge quest, leaving you behind as if it meant nothing. You were supposed to marry. And he had the audacity to show up the night before and try to tell you that he supported your decision ? He shouldn't have to. He should have been here when you needed him.

Five years.

Five years of waiting, only for him to return and dare pretend to know what it felt like.

You gritted your teeth and threw the nearest glass at his face, a glass he easily caught and set aside with a sorrowful expression.

"YOU LEFT ME, COWARD !"

He didn't even flinch as you started punching his chest and screaming. He was gone. You had mourned him. All that for nothing...You finally rested your forehead against his chest and whimpered.

"I love you...And you left me."

Otto's arms wrapped around you as a shushed you softly.

"I know. I know...But, I promise. It won't happen again."

You let out a shaky breath and shook your head. The man you loved had come back, but at what price ? He wanted you to trust him. But, was it really worth it ?

You looked up and couldn't help but smile up at Otto and he smiled back before leaning forward to kiss you softly. And you let him.

Because no matter how much you wanted to hate him, your heart still belonged to him...

#fandoms #imagine #fanfic #ultron x reader #norman osborn x reader #otto x you #dr otto octavius #venom x reader #eddie brock x reader #marvel

[mad-maximoff]

𝐒𝐎𝐊𝐎𝐕𝐈

Dark AOU WandaXReader (Quick Fic)

Summary: Wanda is adjusting to living in a new country. In a new home, Tony decides to throw a massive party to celebrate defeating Ultron. Wanda becomes quite attached to you. Once she sees Natasha flirt with you, she wants you to know who you belong to.

Warnings: Dub/con, Language, Possessiveness, BDSM (bondage/degrading/Wanda dom/R sub), magical cüm-filled strap use, drinking, drunk sex, jealousy

Word Count: 4,907

The party was in full swing. Everyone was celebrating the defeat of Ultron a couple of days later. Everyone mourned the deaths, especially Wanda. She was at the stage of anger in grief. She snapped at every second something upset her. Who couldn't blame her? Her twin brother, the only family she had was killed. You couldn't imagine what she was feeling. She never opened up to you. You were her handler. You made sure she made her way around upstate New York. Her English wasn't too confident but she made due. You were young, and wanted the job Tony gave you. You worked for Stark Industries for two months before Ultron was created. You were assigned to help with Tony's image. Tony is tech-savvy yes, but your 21-year-old mind was built for social media. You made sure the Avengers (especially Tony) had a good social standing on all social media platforms. Plus you kept the entire world in the loop in their lives. You couldn't release top secret information on the internet but you shared funny clips or photos of all of them. Just to show the world that the Avengers are normal people. You lived in the new compound, it felt like you never left. So Tony decided to allow you to stay in one of the numerous extra rooms he had. 

You were in your bedroom finishing off your makeup and hair. You'd hate to admit it, but you've become more vain living here in the compound. You were surrounded by perfect bodily heroes. They woke up and didn't have to do much to look good. You always had to stay on your a-game. You adjusted the straps on your new Versace platformed heels feeling 6 feet tall. You weren't too comfortable in heels so you had no idea why in the hell you let Natasha persuade you into buying them. However, she was right. They matched your black lace bodycon dress you are wearing tonight, and you tried to pair your outfit with the right fragrance. Burberry? Dior? No. Yes, Valentino Donna. It smelt amazing; just a few sprays made your confidence skyrocket.  

Once you stepped out of your room you noticed the difference when Tony told you the bedrooms are noise cancelled. The music was blaring, it was deafening. You got closer to the huge living room crowded with dozens of people. Tony was near the DJ taking song requests, Steve was chatting with Sam, Thor and Banner were conversing with other geeky guys and Natasha and Clint were behind the bar serving drinks. From where you were standing, you couldn't see Wanda. She's probably hiding in a corner of the room only observing. You made your way down the staircase to the main dance floor cutting threw dancers. Countless men stopped mid-dance, or sentence just to stare at you. You weren't interested in chitchat, nor were you interested in men for that matter. Even when Stark and Pepper tried to set you up with hundreds of men they thought you'd like. You never had the heart to come out and tell them. Not quite yet. 

You made it to the bar waiting patiently for either Nat or Clint to see you. You could tell what their game plan was. Clint handled the beer and other already-made drinks, as Nat was the real bartender. You admired their friendship. You wished you had something like that.

"Hey there pretty lady, unfortunately, I need to see some ID." Natasha leaned over the counter making eye contact with you. You laughed abruptly looking around the room making sure no one else heard her. 

"Oh my god! Stop it! Haha! You know damn well how old I am." Natasha chuckled to herself shaking a shaker full of liquor. 

"I don't know, pretty thing like you. Under all that makeup, you could easily be a minor." She unscrewed the cap and poured a red liquid into two martini glasses, handing it to two blondes to the right of her. 

"Jesus Romanoff, are you trying to flirt with me?" You grinned fidgeting with your dangly diamond earring and playing with your earlobe softly. 

"On the contrary Miss Y/n. All I'm trying to be is a good bartender. So, what'll be?" Her arm reached pointing behind her back to the countless decisions of booze to choose from. 

"Make me a screwdriver. Extra vodka." She adjusted your posture looking out onto the dancefloor, but still no sign of Wanda. "Where's Maximoff? She's not cooped up in her room again is she?" You turned your back to the bar leaning against it. 

"Oh, you're really getting drunk tonight huh? You're off the clock Y/n, you don't have to worry about her." Natasha lifted the bottle pouring more vodka than orange juice into a short glass. "You should be enjoying yourself. Instead of searching for her, search for someone to hook up with." She winked handing you the glass. 

"Ha! Me? Hook up with some random woman? I could never." Your lips pursed connecting to the rim of the glass, the ice hit your lips first allowing the orange liquid enters your mouth. You shouldn't have asked for extra vodka. You remembered Natasha always was heavy-handed with the liquor. Your drink was basically all vodka and a splash of orange juice. 

"Yes beautiful, you can get any special lady you want. Looking the way you are." Her hand reached over touching your exposed bicep. Her thumbs caressed your skin. You blushed to feel the heaten quicken. "You're a damn flirt, Nat." You flicked your wrist towards her. 

You left the bar area stepping down the steps to the dance floor. You're entire body burnt. You haven't finished your drink yet but the burning sensation came quickly. 

"Haha fuck this drink is hitting quick!" You talked to yourself under your breath. The burning felt like a lighter under your ass. It wasn't a drunk burning, it was like you were set ablaze. You made your way to stand beside Steve. 

"Hello fellas, found any luck with the ladies yet?" The burning was starting to startle you when it was becoming hotter. You tried to push through it thinking maybe being smushed against so many people in one room with loud music was making you feel this warm. 

"Nope." Both Steve and Sam replied clinking their beers together. "You might have more luck than us though." Steve fluffed his plaid shirt; fixing his leather up. You chugged the rest of your drink knowing if you didn't you'd leave it somewhere and forget it. "Hm? Why's that Rogers?" Your fingertips clung to the rim of the glass. Sam chuckled to himself folding his arms across his chest. 

"Cause Wanda is staring you down like a hawk." Steve pointed with his hand that held his beer. You turned your head around your shoulder finally seeing Wanda. 

Her hair was slicked back into a high ponytail, wearing a deep crimson sundress with outlines of white flowers as the print. Over her dress, she was wearing a faded black leather jacket, with matching leather armbands. Her head tilted directly looking at you. Her eyes were burning red, she seemed angry. Her platform boots scuffed across the floor making her way to you. 

"There you are! I've been looking for you! Where were you hiding?" You sat your empty drink on a table meeting Wanda's gaze. She didn't initially speak she sat an unknown bottle wrapped in a brown paper back and duct tape beside your glass. 

"I've been here this entire time detka. Fata prostuță. You wanna drink? I brought a special treat back from Sokovia." Wanda's ringed fingers circled the rim of the cap of the bottle. She undid the tape pulling the bottle out of the brown bag. The bottle wasn't in English, all written in Sokoivan. 

"Oh yeah? Eu sunt fata prostuță? What is it even? Is it vodka or gin?" You grasped the bottle from her hands trying to make out what it was. Your Sokoivan was good but this bottle was hard to read. It was like the print was printed on accidentally twice. Red and Black. All you can read was the name of it printed big in the middle of the label "SOKOVI". Both Steve and Sam joined, telling Thor to come over. 

"It's just liquor. The only way for anyone to buy this is to be a Sokoivan citizen. You can only buy one bottle a year. This stuff is so strong they photocopy your ID. 

"Holy shit kid, this stuff is 100% proof. I think you can fill a Toyota Corolla with this. You sure this is legal?" Sam peered over your shoulder. Thor cackled hitting his hand this his chest. "No matter. This Midgardian drink is no match for my Asgardian liquor. This is no drink for normal mortals." He pulled out a metal flask raising it to the sky. 

"Well, then you wanna put your money where your mouth is Thor? We drink a shot of each and see who's left standing hm?" You were cocky you'd admit. So, originally you thought Thor would take your sarcastic remark and laugh it off. To your shock, he did the complete opposite. "Fine! A dual of drink it is! Natasha, bring the young girl and I shot glasses!" He threw his flask down next to you on the table pulling out the metal chairs. 

"I must warn you two. When I was 9, me and...Pietro... stole a bottle of beer from our neighbour's balcony. We sat on our step outside taking sips of it feeling grown. Our father caught us, he sat us down and made us take a teaspoon size amount each of SOKOVI as punishment. We both were sick for two weeks afterwards. I didn't even start drinking again until I was 22." Wanda laughed touching her hand to her chest. It was the first time you saw Wanda happy, genuinely in a long time. The last time you saw her this happy was when she met Clint's newborn, Nathaniel Pietro Barton. He was named after her brother. She wished he met him. She looked so cute holding the baby.

The crowd started to surround us after hearing Thor boast about him kicking your ass. You were not afraid. You knew you could hold down liquor. Though these both weren't ordinary drinks by no means. 

"Honey, you can always opt-out. If you're not comfortable saying no I can tell blondie for you." Natasha came with the shot glasses for both of you. Grazing your hand as she dropped off the glasses to the table. 

"Thank you, Romanoff. But I think Y/n can handle it. She's stronger than you think." Wanda gritted her teeth towards her, hovering behind you. Her brows furrowed flipping her ponytail to the other side. Her hands pressed down on your shoulders, your dress had spaghetti straps. Your body jolted feeling Wanda's small cold hands touching your exposed skin. Her rings on her finger dug into the tops of your shoulders. It was sharp but in a way, you enjoyed feeling her on you. 

"Oh don't get me wrong Wands, I know she's a tough girl. But she's going against a god with a drinking problem. I just don't want her to overdo it." Natasha could tell Wanda was mad at her piping up, she looked down at you in confusion. You gave her the same expression wondering what had gotten into Wanda. Until Nat gave a little cheeky smirk. You couldn't tell what it was for. 

"What? You don't think I can take of Y/n? Is that it?" Wanda's hands lowered off your shoulders down to your biceps. Stroking the outside of your arms with her thumbs. Her nails were naturally long with a coat of cracked black nail polish, and every circle she made with her thumb ran a sharp fondness of her nail. 

Natasha's smirk never left staring directly down at you. "Oh no, don't mind me. If you think you can take care of Miss Y/n. Then be my guest. She'll be the last drunk I have to deal with at the end of the night I guess. I'll leave you two alone." She snickered staring directly at Wanda, before leaving you two she looked at you once again giving a wink. Retreating to Clint who started taking bets on you and Thor. 

"You do that Romanoff." Her tone was cold. "Don't let her scare you detka. You're a big girl. You can take it." Her hand joined your jaw doing the same circular motion she was making on your arms. 

"Now. Open up." She held your jaw tightly, using her other hand to grab one of the shots. Both were clear so we all didn't know which is which. She let your lips softly touch the prim tipping the liquid into your mouth. It burnt worse than the burning feeling you felt moments ago. It tasted like gasoline but 10 times worse. Like flavoured gasoline. Peppermint? Maybe. You couldn't fully get the real taste of it thank god or else you would've puked. Either way, it tasted awful. Thor did the same shooting back either one, letting out a huge cheer. 

"That's the spirit, Wanda! Let the game of drink commence!" He swiped his other shot throwing that one back as quickly as he let go of the first one. You grasped onto the glass doing the same motion. You almost puked. The second one was way worse. Much, much worse. You'd rather drink the peppermint gasoline. It just tasted like straight bleach. The smell, the taste. You swear for a brief moment that's what they gave you. 

                                            

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An hour or two has passed. Maybe it was only 30 minutes. You couldn't tell, you couldn't even remember who you were. Steve was by your side helping you sit up straight. You were sweating bullets. You were a mess. Your dress straps hung off your shoulders, Wanda constantly had to fix them as you moved in your seat. You were too stubborn to give up. You and Thor were on the sixth set of shots. Thor was slurring, frailing his muscular arms around like a lunatic. 

"You okay frumos? You look like you should tap out huh?" Wanda caressed your temples lifting your head to look at her. Your reflexes were involuntary, your lips lifted on each corner. "Nah!! I'm fucking fine Wanda! I can do another couple of rounds." Your body slumped forward making your tits bounce against the table. Your head was too heavy for your neck letting your face smash into your chest. Steve and Wanda took either side of your body pushing your back onto the chair. Wanda wrapped her hand around the back of your throat holding you up. "Come now Y/n. You proved you're point. You showed me and that little flirt Widow you can hold your own. Let's bring you back to your room." Her cheek grazed yours as she whispered in your ear. 

"No Wanda! I'm not done yet! I take care of you! Not the other way around! Thor! Pour me another!" You slurred letting the words drool out of you. You bolted from your seat standing straight. The Sokoivan and Asgardian liquor hit you like a ton of bricks once all the blood flow is released into your legs. You almost fell flat on your ass. Steve had quick reflexes hositing you up by your wrist. 

"Woah there come on Y/n. Please sit back down." Steve gave your wrist a tiny tug trying to lead you back to the seat. You looked over at Wanda seeing her facial expression from a smirk to a hostile glare. Her head tilted again looking down through her eyebrows. Her eyes changed from green to deep red. "Y/n. Listen to us. Now." 

"What is your neck and ears broken? I told you no! Come, come Thor. Pour em!" You twitched breaking free from Steve's hand. Sam shook his head pouring two shots of each liquor for Thor and yourself. "This is it, guys. This is your cut-off. I don't care who wins. Let's hope you both survive tomorrow morning." He pushed two shot glasses in front of you and him. Sealing on the caps tightly. Tony was video recording the entire event. Clint and Natasha were sitting at the bar table watching the disaster from the distance. You threw the one shot into your mouth almost forgetting to swallow. 

"Y/n. Listen to me. Be a good girl and sit your ass down." Wanda's small fingers pointed sharply at the chair behind you. You knew you were too drunk to answer. You had other thoughts brewing. 

"Wanda? Give me my last shot! Then I'm done!" You whipped around facing her directly. Wanda raised an eyebrow grabbing hold of the last shot. "Really now? You promise me?" 

"Fuck yes! Let's do it!" Your head bowed staring at Wanda's boots. 

"Will you let me do it my way detka? Huh, baby?" Her finger lifted your head from your chest. 

"Yes..let's get it over with it." Your arms wrapped around Wanda's hips. She jolted bucking your hands away. "Drink now. Play later." Her arm pushed yours away. You gave a puzzled look at her remark, not fully knowing what she meant. She pressed her lips on the shot glass drinking it back. 

"Hey!!" You were too drunk to talk, every word slurred any emotion. She didn't swallow the liquor, her head leaned forward crashing both of your lips together. Her lips parted allowing the liquid to glide from her mouth to yours. Everyone cheered and hollered at the sight of us. Wanda was taller than you, but your heels made you two the same height. Her hand was behind your head showing her dominant nature you've never fully seen yet. She let you go catching her breath. You swallowed the liquor, plobbing back down on the chair. 

"I told you I'd do it my way Y/n. Now, you're done for the night." Wanda's arms flung around your neck placing her chin on your shoulder. "Let's bring you upstairs. I'll take care of you better..." 

"Alright, just give me a second. I forgot to give Nat a case file this afternoon." Your task made you sober up for a milli-second remembering you forgot to do something before Natasha's mission tomorrow. Wanda's arms tightened around your neck, her nails dug into your bare shoulders. "How about I go and grab it tomorrow morning? I don't want you to go near her right now." You stood up pushing her away. "Wanda I'm fine. I can grab it, I'm not that drunk." Your posture was slouched stumbling to the glass doors to the research office, where the printer was. 

There sat a fairly large green folder. Your hands were going numb. You had trouble trying to grasp the folder. You knew you shouldn't have had that last shot, it was beginning to fuck you up. You must have looked like a complete idiot trying to grab this folder. Someone was laughing behind you. "Y/n? If you forgot my folder you could've told me. Instead of looking like an idiot." Natasha chuckled clicking her heels closer to you.

"I'm sorry I forgot." You didn't realize your hands were not even close to the folder, you were trying to grab it a foot away. "Here мед, let me help." Nat's body was against your back, her hands rolled down your arms clutching your hands. Your hands finally touched the green folder. "Oh finally! Thank you, Natty!" You flipped around still having Natasha close to you. Her hands reached up to your cheeks. "You're welcome you little cutie." She grinned softly, looking directly into your eyes. Her head came close planting a tiny kiss on your forehead. She let go whisking the folders away. "Come on now, Ms. Maximoff is probably having an aneurysm your not near her 24/7." 

You giggled brushing her retort. "Oh shut up, Wanda's harmless. Besides, I've been assigned to her for so long, of course, she has an attachment to me." You followed behind Natasha; shutting off the lights behind you. 

"Come now Y/n. She almost tore my head off when I told you not to drink with the god of thunder. I don't want her to get in my head again." You both walked shoulder to shoulder looking out into the crowd. You couldn't see Wanda in the crowd. You didn't realize she was behind the both of you. She was watching you two through the windows. Her eyes pierced into your body. The burning sensation came back. It felt as though your soul was being stretched like an elastic, about to snap. You initially thought you were having a heart attack. You stopped in your tracks as Natasha continued walking until she realized you weren't following her. "Y/n? What's wrong? Are you okay?" Her heels pivoted clicking on the laminate. 

"She's fine Romanoff. Go back to the party I'll take care of her." Wanda's eyes glowed with her hands dancing a crimson light. Her wrist flicked and Nat trailed off forgetting about you. Wanda stepped behind you, feeling the padding of her bra graze your shoulder blades. 

"Ești o curvă murdară..Hm? You're a cheap slut aren't you?" You couldn't speak. Your throat dried up making your saliva feel like you were swallowing sand. It hurt to breathe. "N-no...I'm not a..." Your eyes became a disco ball, black darkness with white sparkles all over. You couldn't form a coherent sentence to protest. Wanda's hand dipped under your dress cupping your crotch forcefully. 

"No? Cause you feel soaked already. Face it detka. You're a stupid slut that doesn't know how to act." Her voice strung along as you faded out.

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You woke up cold. You were somewhat sober, your head still sprung around but you were conscious. You went to sit up until you felt your arms lock above your head. You looked seeing your arms locked in leather cuffs over your head on the headboard. So were your legs. You didn't realize you were naked until you saw your ankles cuffed, your legs spread wide open showing off your small center and the light fuzz trailing down your pubic bone. 

"Awe great, you're finally awake. Good. Now we get to have some." She sat in an armchair beside the bed. She was hunched over with her hands between her legs. Her makeup was ruined, her face was naturally rouged either from anger or from crying. Her black makeup was smudged all over her cheeks. 

"What? What the hell is going on Wanda? What are you doing to me?!?" You flexed your arms trying to unhook yourself. 

"Oh no, no. You don't want that Y/n. You bruise very easily. I think you should get yourself checked. Look at the number I've done, You could connect the dots." She laughed sitting up from the chair. Her hand grazed your thigh, you saw her work and it instantly made your stomach drop. It was a mixture of big purple and red bruises. Some had teeth marks near your opening. The inside of your legs across your panty line was coated in circular teeth marks breaking blood under the skin. My god, she was right. She did do a number on you. 

"When did you do this? I don't feel good Wand." Your stomach felt hollow, it wasn't a pleasant feeling. You felt like you were going to puke or pass out again. All of this at the same time was making you feel extremely weird. You liked Wanda, but she scared you in this moment. You had never seen this side of her. 

"Nu contează detka. You need to realize you're mine. You need to stop flirting with that little tart Widow. You work for me. So all of you is mine." She didn't have her leather jacket on, she leaped onto your stomach. Her thighs glided across your tender skin. She was soft but her skin felt sticky. 

"You're going to be a good slut for me? You better be you ungrateful drunk whore." She spat out pulling her dress over her head. She threw her dress on the floor exposing everything. Her full breasts were pierced with black jewelry. They became instantly erect as the air touched them. 

"Oh god-...Wanda please no..." Your head moved around left and right thinking maybe it was a terrible dream. 

"Oh no? No? You don't have a say in this matter. You deserve to get what I'm giving you. Slutty drunks need to be taught how to act in public." Her eyes glowed red again as her hand dangled between her legs. A red sparkled cock appeared attached to her mound. You twitched trying not to cry. Your entire body tensed up knowing what was going to happen. You didn't want this to happen like this. Hell, you didn't know you'd end up like this tonight. 

"You'll love me inside you once you calm down. Be a good fuck toy for Mommy hm? " Her hand dropped down running her fingers roughly through your folds, and finally found your clit. You thought you didn't want this? So why in the hell are you wet? 

“N-no please…not like this Wanda…I didn’t want it to be like this.” You begged thinking your cries may move your capture.

“Not like this huh? How would you want it? You don’t realize I went through your search history…” Wanda’s finger traced along your breast, her nail dug into your nipple. Your face was heated knowing what she was talking about. “I saw all your porn searches, you like to watch European girls dominating and tying up other girls huh? So you’d like this then?” Her hand flicked with a red mist wrapping around your wrists and legs. The grip felt like cement around your skin. 

“Isn’t this what you imagined Y/n? A European woman dominating you? Fucking you? This Sokovian wants to teach you a fucking lesson. You’re such a dirty little slut.” Her pinky fluttered wrapping her mist around your throat tightening the grip all over your body. Wanda's index and middle fingers spread your center. "La naiba, fetița...all open for mommy." You felt the object part your folds, and you winced rightfully knowing you couldn't escape. Her hips slowly leaned in, eyes burning red. You whined sucking in air between your teeth. Her lip curled to the side smirking at her good work. "You were such a drunk slut, thinking you can just cozy up to Romanoff like I wasn't fucking watching! You're such a perfect fit Y/n. You were made for me. Just me." Wanda's hips bucked thursted out pushing back in. You whined again and came out as a moan. 

"Ah-..." Your hands twitched trying to move your fingers. Your toes curled finally feeling the pleasure overcome you. The painful sting went away, it was a calming sensation. Like Wanda let her guard down while she was inside you. You read it on her face. Her brows weren't furrowed, and her teeth were bitten into her bottom lip with her eyes closed. You let out your moans fully noticing the red around your throat turning a lighter shade of pink. 

"Oh, you like that huh? See. You are a dirty little whore." She hummed watching her strap fill your tight pussy. Your breathing was ecstatic, your drool was all over your chin dripping down your throat. "Y-yes! I'm a dirty whore. I'm a slut! P-please fuck me! Harder please!" You panted seeing her hands grope your free breasts. 

"It's good you see it my way. I'm pumping detka." Wanda's hips hit harder, the sweat from her inner thighs hit your bare ass. The friction from her skin onto yours was causing blotched burns every shade of red. 

You asked to be fucked harder. Harder she did. Every thrust into your pussy felt like it kept slipping in and out. A huge pool formed in the sheets underneath you two. You were reaching the top of your climax ready to crumble like a ton of bricks. Wanda was too, her magical strap made her feel every movement. She was cumming too. Wanda's head went back climaxing without you. You weren't that far behind, however. Seeing Wanda cum made you tip over. You screamed out as you came. 

"S-s-shit!"

"Fuck Y/n! Fuck!" Wanda screamed sliding herself out making the twitching strap disappear. 

All of her mist disappeared also freeing you. You leaped up onto your knees. Wanda's back was turned to you. "What are you doing detka?" She ran her fingers to her scalp pulling out the elastic. Fluffing out her brown locs to take out the kinks. "I'm going to show a western custom." You kissed her shoulder, you grabbed her shoulders pulling her down into her bed. Getting on top of her. "What in the hell are you doing?"

"Come cuddle with me, please?" You wrapped your arms and legs around her torso like a spider monkey. You buried your face into her chest. 

"Îmbrățișa?" Wanda's voice was confused like she didn't know what you were talking about. 

"Da. Îmbrățișa.We cuddle afterwards." Your cheek rested on her as Wanda's fingers interlocked with your hair. She huffed breathing in. 

"Fine. This is a weird custom Y/n."

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[brightnote]

My Maria Hill AO3 Fics Masterlist by type

Action heavy Maria focused stories 

A Shot in the Dark 

An former US government leader takes over a rogue a Hydra faction for its technology in order to gain control over the Avengers and sell his technology back to the government. But his plan to capture Tony Stark and hold Pepper Potts hostage to force Tony to assist him goes wildly off the rails when the team mistakenly kidnaps Maria Hill instead. Maria races against time to save an injured Tony Stark and bust them out of secret Hydra holding facility. This fic is heavily inspired by the movie Alien also there are typos I need to go through and fix, but it's an action heavy read with a lot snark!

Boots On the Ground  (unfinished)

Remember when we were told we were getting a spy thriller series where Maria played a “a major role”  and then we got the hot mess that was Secret Invasion and she was in it for six minutes before she was needlessly and personally murdered by Kevin Feige? (I might be exaggerating a little) ANYWAYS here’s a spy thriller Secret Invasion with a tense cat and mouse game, father daughter themes, women fighting sexism, action, and lots of surprises and Blackhill references.

Maria Hill Fics about Relationships and Feelings and maybe some action too.

All The Things We Left Unsaid 

A very depressed post-blip Maria who is devastated by the loss of Natasha imagines a funny and emotional conversation with her. 

What Comes to Light (a sequel to a Shot in the Dark)

Maria navigates a complicated situation between her new found trust with Tony Stark and losing her relationship with Fury all while she tries to push away and end her relationship with Natasha all while Tony and Maria dodge shady FBI agents with ties to their prior captors and Maria is stalked by an escaped ex-hydra agent. Maria gets unexpected help from Jimmy Woo.

The Shadows on the Wall (unfinished) (a follow-up to What Comes to Light and Shot in the Dark)

Pepper and Maria expand their friendship while they silently deal with PTSD from the experience in What Comes to Light. Maria struggles with her identity and sexual orientation as she tests the waters with relationships outside of her on and off again with Natasha all while the Avengers and Maria are baited into a trap. (This one has some 2013 Fanfic vibes lmao sorry)

TY to dailymarvel gifs

Other themes in my work that tend to repeat: Melinda May is always right | Tony Stark is a lovable brat who is awful but hilarious and awesome | Natasha is cool | Pepper is overlooked and undervalued by those around her | Mother daughter bonds | Interrogations | Surprise appearances! | Smart people make mistakes | Action movie and Sigourney Weaver references | Maria confronts her past | fighting sexism | Father daughter relationships | Guilt | Maria has to figure some shit out

#maria hill #natasha romanoff #tony stark #pepper potts #nick fury #melinda may #phil coulson #jimmy woo #steve rogers #captain america #iron man #stark industries #black widow #the avengers #secret invasion #agents of shield #age of ultron #maria hill fanfction #maria hill fanfic #maria hill fic #mcu #marvel #marvel cinematic universe #ao3 writer #ao3 fanfic #aos

[theconstantsidekick]

Avengers: Age Of Ultron ft. Static (1) | s.r

Pairings: Steve Rogers x Stark!Reader, Tony Stark x Stark!Reader (siblings), Natasha Romanoff x Stark!Reader (just a sprinkle)

Genre: Fluff with hidden angst.

Summary: The Avengers decide to party in the middle of which Tony and Natasha discuss his sister's embarrassing love life with the Golden Boy.

(These scenes incorporate y/n, codename—Static, into the pre-existing story as a character without making drastic changes to the plot or mythos. All the major plot points from the MCU remain in place with the addition of the reader as Static, who is not only a Stark but also enhanced. Whatever events from the canon aren’t mentioned, take place without much change.)

Warnings: Swearing, Drinking.

a/n: I couldn't help myself. I have no idea why I think this is funny. Dedicated to @buckrecs cause she was wayyyy too kind and gave me a shoutout!

Captain America: Civil War (ft. Static) | Series Masterlist | The Avengers (ft. Static) | Captain America: The Winter Soldier (ft. Static) | Static Verse Masterlist

“A little birdy told me your Brooklyn boy’s been looking for a new place.”

They’re at the farewell party. Both Stark siblings are safely tucked in a corner at the bar, looking over at the guests with warm eyes and warmer throats, CAUSE OOH! The whiskey might be smooth going down but doesn’t make feel you any less hot.

She rolls her eyes. “Sam told you that?” She cocks her brow in question, “He voluntarily shared that information with you?” 

“Maybe he did,” Tony shrugs. “Or maybe I overheard him while I was passing by.”

“While you were snooping,” she corrects him.

Leaning her back against the bar top by her elbows, he’s gotta admit; his sister never fails to surpass him stylistically. She’s wearing a gorgeous green dress and looking ethereal, as per usual.

“I admit to no such thing,” He counters from where he’s standing next to her, facing somewhere halfway between her and the party ahead.

“You just did,” she bites back.

“No, I didn’t.”

“Did too!”

“Did not!”

“DID TOO!”

“DID NOT! Take it up with my lawyer!”

She rolls her eyes again in mock offense but the small upturn of her lips gives her away. 

He smiles too. Then back to the point he goes. “Why don’t you ask him to move in with you?” Tony suggests.

“You think you’re the first person to come up with that bright idea, Stark?” She asks with the utmost discontent and a cocked eyebrow. 

Yeah, no. Tony’s not taking her shit on this one. “Okay, smartass. Be nicer and answer politely.”

Sighing, she throws her head back in a kind of defeat he’s not used to seeing on her. “I already offered, he declined.”

“How’d you ask?” That shit really fucking matters… he may or may not be speaking from experience. “Maybe you didn’t do it right.”

“The fuck is that supposed to mean? You think I don’t know how to ask my boyfriend if he’d like to move in with me?”

He shrugs again, dubious. “You’ve never actually had a serious relationship before this… maybe you did it wrong.”

“I didn’t do it wrong!” She seems adamant, he thinks.

He needs to be sure though.

“But what if you did?”

“My god, Stark! I did it perfectly well. And his answer was clear; he is not interested,” she answers, frustration clear in her voice.

“But what if it went over his head?” Leaning in closer, he whispers, “The old timer is older than—” He decides against finishing that sentence, instead opting to point towards her with his eyes. “You catch my drift?” 

“Stark,” it’s a warning.

As if warnings work on him.

She didn’t even call me ‘Anthony’, he thinks. Easy territory.

So, undeterred he continues, “You should be straight forward. Go up to him, say, ‘Hey, cuddle pie, I know you’re looking for a place (on account of your long lost best friend coming back from the dead destroying your old one) and I, coincidentally, happen to have one! So you should move in.” 

“Tony I—”

Cutting her off with a wave, he confesses, “The cuddle pie thing is a little weird, I’ll admit that but the rest is fair enough. Come on! What’s the worst that can happen?”

“He could say no… which he did.” 

“That’s why I’m suggesting that you try it my way—”

“Dude!” She cuts him off, loudly. “That is EXACTLY what I said—verbatim… which, by the way, is really weird that you guessed it to a T.” Squinting, she mumbles almost to herself, “Maybe we spend too much time together.”

“Too late to worry about that now,” once again he waves his hand, dismissing her concerns, focused completely on the dumpster fire in front of him. “You said that? Exactly that?” She just nods in response. “And?”

“He said no.”

“What were his exact words?” He’s fucking curious. More than that monkey George ever was. This is curious stuff. Come on.

She stands up straighter, puffs up her chest, pretending to be the star-spangled man himself. “‘I really appreciate the offer, but I kinda like living in Brooklyn… and I wouldn’t want to impose.’”

Tony stares at her for a second. His hand slowly comes to cover his mouth in complete dismay. “Best case scenario? He really doesn’t want to move in with you… Worst case scenario? The man is beyond saving.”

She nods in agreement, “I mean, I think I would have taken it better if he just told me he doesn’t want to live with me.”

Tony tilts his head, nodding in confused agreement. “This was horrible. I am embarrassed on your behalf.”

“Share the burden with me, Stark. I need the assist.” Clinking their glasses together, they empty their respective drinks. 

“You sure sound like you do.” A voice chimes in from behind them.

“HOLY MOTHER OF FUCKS!” Both of them scream out in unison, turning to the intruder of conversations, and suffice it to say, there’s not an ounce of shock regarding who it is.

“How long have you been there??!” Tony asks, hand on his heart, trying to calm it down.

A completely unbothered Natasha answers, “Long enough to feel embarrassed on your behalf.” The woman is so unbothered, she doesn’t even look up from the drink she’s making for herself. “So what’s the plan now?”

Sighing, Y/n reaches over the bar and pours herself… that’s a double and a single, that’s a triple, fuck. She pours herself some (read; a lot) of whiskey. “I think the sane thing to do would be find his realtor, put an offer on whichever place he picks, and make sure he can’t get a place at all.” She drinks the whole thing in one fluid motion.

Natasha nods in agreement. “I can get his number.”

“I can put the offer,” Tony proposes.

“Or I could do the insane thing and have an actual conversation with him,” Y/n muses, pouring another drink and chugging it down as well.

“Talking has never solved anything,” Natasha claims at the same time as Tony asks, “Who’s ever found peace via a conversation?”

“My thoughts exactly,” Y/n agrees with a small smile.

“I must say, I never thought you could embarrass yourself,” Natasha comments, taking a sip of her drink.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Y/n counters, brows furrowed in confusion.

“I hate to say it, but the woman’s got a point,” Tony takes the bottle from Y/n’s hands and pours himself a drink, just to break her cycle if nothing else. “I’ve never actually seen you being rejected before.”

Y/n levels both of them with an unimpressed look. “I’ve been rejected plenty.” She points to Natasha then, “Take this one for instance. She’s been rejecting me since day 1.”

Natasha just smiles.

“Let me amend my statement,” Tony offers, leaning closer to the bar top. “I’ve never actually seen you being defeated before… You take your rejections in stride.”

“This one’s different,” Y/n answers simply.

“How so?” Natasha asks, taking another sip of her drink.

“Cause it’s Steve—?” Y/n throws her hands up on confusion. Huffing she tries again, “I don’t know. It feels… I don’t understand. I don’t understand him.” She snatches the bottle from Tony’s hand and man if that doesn’t leave him with war flashbacks from his 21st birthday. “There are days—days where he looks at me and I can tell he feels at home… Like he’s found a piece of home? Maybe? I don’t know… But then there are other days where he looks at me and I can tell he doesn’t want to get any closer than we already have. Like there is something holding him back.”

There is silence. 

Then both Natasha and Tony speak up at the same time, almost talking over each other. “Talking about this major issue in your relationship is obviously not the solution,” she says, while Tony comments, “Honest conversations are a trap made by Satan himself! I forbid it!”

Smiling a little, Y/n looks at them. “Don’t act all high and mighty like either of you are any better than me,” she accuses, pointing from one to other.

And, what blasphemy does this woman speak! Tony’s a star honest converser.

“I absolutely am better than you! My girlfriend does live with me,” Tony bites back.

Which is instantly followed by Natasha’s defence. “No, no, no. This is exclusively a Stark siblings issue—” both Starks’ oncoming arguments are cut off before they even begin. “I have my fair share of faults but this is not one of them.”

Apparently that makes Y/n scoff. “Oh yes yes. Both of you are exemplary examples of talking feelings. I mean it’s not like—” she looks at Tony, “—you ever lied to your girlfriend about slowly being poisoned to death by the palladium in your chest.” Then her eyes turn to Natasha, “And of course you lovingly serenade everyone to sleep so they can avoid their big, bad, green anger management issues.”

The three of them stare at each other in silence for a few seconds. 

And then,

“I think Sam’s the one who got Steve his realtor; I’ll get his contact information,” Natasha offers.

“I’ll go tell my staff to start making aliases so we can put down counter offers,” Tony says.

With that both of them walk away, scattering in different directions. 

Y/n nods to herself, triumphant with a smirk. “That’s what I thought.”

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[miss-d-tiare]

When the actual FUCK did my non-canon-compliant short fluff hurt/comfort 3-pages-long-at-the-most fanfic turned into this massive 24-pages-long-and-not-done-yet re-run of the movie with multiple pov's MONSTER that meant re-watch 2 movies because I needed to fit the canonical events on it but still keeps me up at night bc now the fluff and the hurt/comfort interactions between characters suddenly just don't fit there anymore!??? 😣😣😣😣😣

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[phaticserpent]

Quick! I need headcannons/a small fic in which Ultron has a s/o who is constantly calling him beautiful, praising him, and giving him affection! S/o loves to cuddle him, hold his hand, just touch and be close to him. Please, I only know two people on this hellsite who wrote for my boi and I am a person STARVED! But take your time and overwork yourself, drink some water and remember to eat! Have a lovely day/night!

Of course!!!

Warning: fluff overload cause Ultron deserves the love

In all honesty, it took a while for you and Ultron to grow accustomed to one another. The atmosphere was tense and awkward towards the beginning, until you gently wrapped your arms around his waist. Ultron wasn't expecting anything like that, much less a gentle gesture.

You hadn't known what came over you. "If this makes you uncomfortable, let me know." You assured. However, Ultron was too stunned to say anything.

Afterward, your interactions began to end up with soft touches and hand holding. Even if the conversation ended leaving you in silence, the two of you would take pleasure in each other's company.

Oftentimes, your hands would rub his shoulders in a soft massage, even moving to the back of his neck. Which would result in him emitting soft sighs and hums. Other times, you would be holding his hand and gazing up at him while he was preoccupied with his work.

He would turn to meet your gaze. "Anything on your mind?"

Now, you would usually try to deny anything. But this time, you held his gaze and said, "You're beautiful. I don't even know how I got so lucky, you're amazing."

Ultron stared at you while he processed your words. Now, he couldn't blush but you could hear him desperately trying to cool off. His vents went crazy and you were just getting started.

Anytime he would do something, even anything simple for you, "thank you! You're the best." Or "You have no idea how much I love you."

You would start throwing out anything, "You mean everything to me," "You always look amazing, but I just wanted to let you know that you look beautiful," and you even began to get comfortable throwing "I love you."

Ultron didn't even know how to reciprocate, and for once, he was left stunned. He would eventually come up with praises to say back.

"I think I'm the lucky one here. You're the one that fills my life with happiness and love."

"Anything for you, my sun."

"Truth be told, I can live without the sun but I can't live without you."

For the first time in his life, he felt genuinely loved. Everyday was filled with peace and mutual love; sometimes, the two of you would just lay in bed and enjoy the silence together. Most of the times, he would hold you close, as close as he could. He never wanted to let you go. In turn, you would cup his face as you stared into his optics. Your thumb gently brushing on the outline of his cheek or tracing his jawline, down his neck to his shoulders. You would hold that gaze.

"I love you."

"And I love you."

#ultron #marvel #fluff #so much fluff #marvel fanfiction #ultron x reader #ultron/reader #ultron mcu #ultron is hot #age of ultron #fanfiction #ultron fanfic

[writerofadream]

Can u either do Nat x Reader oneshots, or Clint x Reader oneshots.

And have a powered reader, with gravity manipulation

(seriously best power ever ngl)

Of course I shall, mi amor, I'll do whatever your heart desires. I'll be starting off with Natasha first!

If I am being totally honest, you kind of didn't know what to think of Natasha Romanoff at the begining.

I mean how could you? She came up to you with her beautiful red hair and amazing voice.

You didn't know what to do!

But Natasha knew exactly what to think of you from the start.

Fury had told her exactly what you deal was and why you were there in the Avengers just like her.

You worked with Bobbi Morse, and when she went undercover at Hyrda... you did as well. But you didn't make it out.

A year later, a girl named Daisy Johnson pulled you out, and well the mess you had been undone to, wasn't pretty.

When you became even the slightest upset everything around you seemed to drop to the floor, people, animals, picture frames, food, the list went on.

So when you found out that SHIELD wanted more from you, that they wanted you to join the fucking Avengers?

"There ain't a chance in high Hades I'm going ANYWHERE, with you." Is exactly what you screamed at the poor intern assigned to picking you up.

... There's a chance that you may or may not have pushed him twenty feet away from you with a flick of your wrist very soon afterwards.

So Natasha came next.

Well, after an hour of... talking, you joined, and let me tell you, the ammount of god damn JOKES Tony made about you 'Shaking his world.' made you want to drop him through his building to the bottom floor, no scratch that, through the bottom floor.

When Natasha asked you out, it was- something to say the least.

Nat at 3 a.m: *Knocks on your door* You opening the door yawning: What the fuck- Nat quickly looking at a spot on the wall behind you: Do you want to go out yes, or no? You tired out of your mind: Sure? Nat: *slams door*

When you did start going out Clint and Tony made about a million bets (Who'd kiss the other first, etc.)

You did, you kissed her first, (cue sounds of Clint clapping in the background and Tony crying) and it seemed to be the only thing that kept your emotions in tact

Natasha loved you, she loved the way you looked at her, the way your mouth smiled, she loved each of your scars, she loved you, and that meant every part.

Now here comes the true oneshot time.

You were not a cuddler, but surprisingly, Natasha was, after the redroom and all that time with Drakov, and not truly ever knowing the way a loving touch felt, meant she loved whenever you held her, or whenever your shoulder brushed hers, any simple touch, made her so happy.

Natasha had a tiny secret, which was that she loved cooking, her best memories where when she was younger with Yelena, and her parents were at work so she'd cook up something special for her younger sister, but you on the other hand, were terrible at cooking, the one time Clint tried to convice you, you got so pissed off the entire refrigator began floating and getting suspiciously taller then Cint.

Nightmares were a common thing between the two of you, but on days were it was truly terrible, the entire bed would lift off the ground and you'd scream these horrible words, and when you woke up? All you'd do was stare at your hands and rock back and forth.

Natasha's nightmares on the other hand were always silent, but you weren't used to silent, the tower was always bustling even at nightime, no matter if it was the familiar pang on the window as Tony's pet project The Spider would come in to repair his suit, or if Clint was pacing in the vents, or if Thor and Loki were fighting over Uno... again, or if Steve and Bucky were sparring with Wanda, and finally Natasha's familiar snore, it was soft, but whenever it stopped you woke up quickly. When she woke up it was different, she'd wave you worried hands away and tell you nothing happened.

When you guys fought, it was deathly silent, aside from the gentle hum of raw energy in the air. If she was to blame you'd just stare at her and with a whisper of despair all you'd manage was "Why?" and if you were at fault you'd get the cold shoulder, she'd change bedrooms, and wouldn't tell you what you did wrong.

she proposed because god knows your not risking rejection from the god damn black widow of all people

Now it is Clint's turn.

He screamed at you the first time you met.

Okay let me explain.

You had walked into the compound on your first day after a workout session at the gym, and it had been fucking four in the morning (You had sleep issues), and he was just laying half in-half out of the vents, and when his half opened eyes saw you...

Well he screamed.

Loudly.

Surprised by the action, a chunk of the wall fell down and you cursed, and made the concrete rise back into its place in the wall, and you stitched it together, Clint watching you silently the whole time.

When you finish, you give him a slight glare and walk off

Hes in love

Your hot, powerful, and hate him??? literally on his knees

He fell first, and he fell hard.

You didn't fall in love till around age of ultron.(at least that is what you told him)

But you ask him out first, and you do it at the worst time possible.

*during a fight* You as you bring down a building with a snap of your fingers: Just curious, you free saturday? Him blowing up some bad guys with his arrows: Yes- why? You: We're going on a date then and just wanted to make sure.

... does natasha give you the shovel talk?

...kinda...??

one night you go to bed and wake up somewhere in the middle of isreal tied up with a large piece of paper sitting in front of you that says "fucking watch yourself."

and then y'know, u quicly become besties... somehow

clint hates it (but he likes that it makes you both seem brighter)

now heres the real oneshots

he's not the best with kids, but you are, yet kids make you worried

the first date is a movie and dinner

he doesn't visit your part of the tower till the fifth date ;)

after the loki incident and even before that nightmares were common with clint, he was even more paranoid the nat

there was a gun underneath his pillow, a smoke bomb on the dresser, a comprresed bow and 15 arrows in a basket by the bed

and ofc his gravity girl <3

(thats ur name on his phone)

(his name on urs is: hawkie xo)

he loves cooking, like it borderlines crazy,

"hey babe, do you want to go out tonight cause i dont wanna cook?"

clint crashing out of the vents screaming his head off: FUCK NO. IM ABOUT TO MAKE THE MOST SCRUMPTIOUS SHIT YOU'VE EVER TASTED

and then- and then somehow he does??

your a super big hugger, but he's not.

none of the avengers have noticed the fact u 2 r dating

steve catches the signs though

he notices the way you 2 act after rough missions

You had been ignoring everyone on the way home, the avengers has went after a sex trafficking ring and you had stumbled on a room full of what the children called 'the miss behaviors' it was a room full of twenty-three children dead, with one bullet in their heads.

Now you sat in the kitchen your head in your hands. "What can't the big bad, Gravitas, deal with it?" Clint teased. "Fuck you, Barton." You hissed at him, about to stalk upstairs. "Wow, the great Gravitas can handle everything but emotions can't she?" He laughed at you and Tony was about to tell him to screw off, but Natasha grabbed Tony's arm and shook her head.

Suddenly a kitchen knife flew at Clint and he deflected it quickly. "Oh come on, such a cry baby." He smiled wide and joyfull. You were standing in the hallway shaking quietly and when you turned around you were smiling.

You were fucking pissed. You launched yourself at him, and the entire compound shook. But Clint didn't return any of your punches. He either took them or blocked them.

Finally you just stood there, your fists clenched. "Come on gravity girl. You'll be alright." He whispers.

Then... you break.

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[trixicbean]

in sickness (and in health)

(a 4+1 fic) four times maria patches up natasha's injuries and one time that natasha patches up maria's

[secret invasion spoilers in +1 (chapter five), the first 4 can be read without the ending]

where natasha is stubborn and hates medical and maria has to get trained to the highest level to make sure that she doesn't get herself killed because for some reason maria is the only person that natasha trusts (aka maria is just a decent human being who respects boundaries and they fall in love along the way over and over again)

read on ao3

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[broadwayfan92]

Natasha is given the chance to go back and make things right, starting with Ultron. Whatever it Takes chapters 1 and 2 are on Wattpad and AO3.

#natasha romanoff #age of ultron #fanfiction #wattpad #ao3 fanfic #fix it fic #brutasha #brucenat #mcu au #avengers au

[wanda-little-baby]

New Encounters - Wanda x Reader

Summary: You finally get to meet Wanda and her twin brother, things get a little too hard but somehow you bond with the twins

Warnings: doing superhero stuff, blood, use of magic, honestly I don't find so many warnings here

A/N: It sounds strange, but it's the second month that I get sick early in the month and I keep asking why?

Words: 3.621

Italics: thoughts - mental communication with Wanda

The most complicated journey I've ever done.

Once you've set the course, with your hands still on the yoke, you juggle the skies over the Atlantic.

With deep blue below the Quinjet and a light blue above, the view is monotonous and calm enough to put you on autopilot the jet and think a bit.

Not bad as a first time piloting it on my own

"I still have a long way to go so I can afford the luxury of making a plan" you whisper, rubbing your hands and looking around you. "Stay calm, that's the important thing, I just want to talk to them." you tapped your worried leg.

You have tried many times, various ways of presenting yourself, all very clumsy. "How can I get someone who would like to kill me to listen to me? I miss Steve's pep talks" I sighed, shaking my head and returning to fly the aircraft.

It was still the first light of dawn when you caught sight of the coasts of Portugal, indicating that you had reached Europe. The whole crossing went quite well, at least up to the Alps, where the weather began to darken before releasing a powerful blizzard accompanied by hail. I tried to go up to avoid the snow, but the hail damaged a wing forcing me to make an emergency landing.

Here you are, in the snow, with the only vehicle available broken, two kilometers from Vienna and cold.

So do the only sensible thing, put on a heavy jacket, a scarf, and go out for a hike to town

I need a few materials, most of them are already on jets, the tools too ... At most I will spend one night in Vienna.

I think, walking through the streets of the city and looking at the snow-covered buildings. The air is freezing, the locals move on outside, while a stranger like you is amazed by the beauty of the place.

Go to a kind of wholesale hardware and get the materials you wanted. On the way back, you book a room in an inn for prevention, and buy (with the money of a certain billionaire) a motorcycle (I know I will need it).

So, you get back to the jet and get to work.

Piece by piece, put the wing back in shape with a magical help, watching the hours pass little by little

When night comes, you go back to town and take a little break in a clean bed. At the first light of dawn, just as you darted into the city, you return to the Quinjet and resume the journey from where you were, it will be interrupted.

"Well, no more interruptions now," you sigh, starting the engines and getting ready for takeoff. The cell phone in the pocket vibrates

Join us in Seoul, South Korea. It's important!

A message, signed Nat, telling me to go to South Korea. Seriously?

"Why do I have to go to South Korea?" you wonder, obviously unaware of what your friends have been doing in the last couple of days, so you reply at the message

Why???

I await an answer quivering in anticipation

Ultron. Has the twins. He wants to get a new body. They took Dr. Cho's lab hostage. He has some vibranium and wants to use the regeneration cradle. Keep up. :-)

Time to read this message and you are already setting the route for the capital of South Korea.

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Push the engines hard, but eventually get there much earlier than expected by landing on a rooftop a few blocks from the lab.

"Guys, are you there?" ask by turning on the headset

"Y/N! Where are you?" Steve's voice comes out surprised, already making you understand his expression on his face you grin realizing that no one knew of your arrival. "On a roof, a few blocks from the laboratory. Where are you instead?" you ask looking down at the surrounding buildings.

"I'm chasing a lab truck on the junction near the bridge," he gasps, clearly in the middle of a battle. "Okay, I'm on my way" you say putting two pistols in holsters on your ankles.

The building is low so you jump off the bike and enter traffic.

The cars whiz by, you keep going straight ahead until there it is! The lab truck with Cap and Ultron on it to fight.

Just the instant before you can be close enough to get on the truck, they move inside the train that was passing at that moment. Instinctively you make a skid, you push yourself away from the bike and start flying towards the train.

Above the train you crash, as if you had taken off in autopilot and now you have regained consciousness, take a deep breath and get off in a carriage.

Pure adrenaline flows through your veins, a single spark would be enough to make you explode but you find yourself there with Steve getting punched by a robot. "Hey Steve! Would you like a little help?" you said attracting the attention of the two. "Maybe" he mumbles before getting punched in the stomach. Then a gust of wind, and the robot is pushed away by Steve.

Following the trail, there he is, a boy with white hair and blue eyes. Pietro, that's his name, seems nice.

And then a flash of red coming from behind you makes you turn around and you recognize her. Wanda, the girl you were looking for.

Brown hair adorned her head, hanging over her shoulders taut for battle. A face that will be difficult to forget (not that I want to forget it), with those deep green eyes like an abyss and the light dusting of freckles on her nose. Her fingers decorated with some rings and black enamel move sinuously wrapped in the magic that unites us. Her hips majestically covered by her clothes, wrapped in a kind of red shawl. In short, perfect, it is what you think of her as you study her passing your eyes over her entire body until you meet her gaze. The blush appears on both of your faces as you look away to return to reality.

Taking advantage of the confusion, Ultron punches another hole in the car and sneaks off, not before killing the driver. "Are you OK?" I ask, turning to Wanda for the first time, looking at her worriedly. "Yes" she sighs, leaving me to listen to that whisper a thousand times again to remember her beautiful voice.

The train arrives at the end of the line, but having died the driver continues to advance through the streets of the city.

"Civilian in our path," Steve says to the twins.

Then, Pietro runs away from in front of the train all obstacles or civilians to avoid casualties while Steve turns to me and Wanda "Can you stop this thing?".

Confusion, is what you see when you turn around and look for any expression from the sokovian and then you expose yourself "If she can, I can try" I say looking at her encouraging her to start.

Red threads begin to come out of Wanda's hands, red threads that wrap around the train to stop it, seeing her you start doing the same only with more effort than her leaving her even more amazed.

The train stops, Wanda goes to her brother and you make sure all the civilians get out of that thing before rejoining the conversation the two of them were having with Steve.

"The cradle. Did you get it?" Wanda says at Steve.

"Stark will take care of it" he reply

This conversation is so tense

At those words, Wanda's expression darkens. "No, he won't" this words come out almost if they were a sigh. "You don't know what you're talking about. Stark's not crazy" Steve said, in a tone a little angry.

"He would do anything to make things right!" Wanda said, becoming increasingly bristly towards the blond in front of her.

So, Steve tries to get in touch with Tony or any other team member but nothing, no one answers.

"Ultron can't tell the difference between saving the world and destroying it. Where do you think he gets that?" were the last words she spoke in that country to anyone other than her brother, as we were making our way quickly back to the tower to prevent an impending disaster.

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"I'm gonna say this once" Steve stated as he entered the lab with us. "How about 'none-ce'?" that conceited being Tony pointed out, angering you and the twins even more. "Shut it now!" then the captain exclaimed, obviously being ignored. "Nope, not gonna happen" so Tony replied, continuing undeterred to plot with the cradle. "You don't know what you're doing" he remarked on the other hand, trying to make them think.

"And you do? She's not in your head?" Bruce interjected, hinting at something you couldn't help but respond to.

"Oh but do me a favor Bruce!" you screamed pointing out your nervousness. "I have the same powers of her as she does," you say pointing to Wanda behind you. "And if I had wanted to control the minds of each of you I would have done it at any time and you wouldn't have even noticed." take a short break and catch your breath. "So yes I trust Wanda because I feel I can do it!" you affirm with conviction, giving a brief glance of understanding to the brunette behind.

What you didn't notice, however, as you went out of your way to defend Wanda, a stranger, was that she was looking at you wondering

why you were doing this?

You were defending a stranger who until recently wanted to kill all your friends including you. Yet that gesture, that trust, was something Wanda hadn't seen for a long time, it warmed her heart and maybe made her flutter a little with her emotion.

So when she realized that Bruce was going to argue with your words she exposed herself to take all the blame, after all she felt she deserved it. "I know you're angry" she apologized, without even knowing why, but she did and was rejected.

"Oh, we're way past that. I could chocke the life out of you and never change a shade" impassively angry the doctor stated.

"Banner, after everything that's happened..." Steve started explaining, being interrupted again. "It's nothing compared to what's coming!" at this point Tony exclaimed in annoyance.

Here, here the uproar has broken out.

"You don't know what's in there" full of conflicting anger, Wanda exclaimed

"This isn't a game!" Steve pressed the situation

"What if Ultron already connected with that thing? We don't want another one!" with one hand in your hair and the other pointing to the cradle you pointed out trying not to go crazy for the absurdity of the situation.

It was then that Pietro made his move, in less than a second he disconnected the power and interrupted the transfer.

"No, no. Go on. You were saying?" sarcastically he addressed all of us still stunned

And then ... A shot, a bullet passes right in front of the Sokovian's face, breaking the glass he was standing on and knocking him down. "Pietro!" Wanda cried out, bringing out all her concern for her brother.

"I'm reroating the upload" Tony announced before going back to what he did as if nothing had happened.

To prevent any continuation then Steve took and threw his shield at one of the many computers destroying it before taking a beam from the thruster of the glove that Tony had mounted in the meantime.

So then the battle begins, dude huh? The closest thing you've had in the last couple of years to a family (dysfunctional but still family) was slaughtering itself for a stupid piece of vibranium.

The thought had just enough time to formulate itself before looking at Wanda gripped by Bruce. "Go ahead, piss me off" he urged him to make her give in.

Then an idea came to you, you approached making red threads shine from your hands and looking menacingly at Bruce "Leave her alone, I'll tell you once" I threaten Bruce thinking about activating the second part of the plan.

If Wanda has the same powers as me she can hear my thoughts, maybe I can use it to help her.

Wanda!!! If you are there, if you are listening, I distract him, you lay him down ok? If you understand, give me a sign!

For the first two seconds nothing then a red glint appeared in her pupils, here it is the sign, she listened.

With Bruce focused on you, he didn't notice Wanda hitting herself to get both of them off balance and then hitting him hard.

It was you and her ready to fight side by side when Thor carefully landed and he went to put on the cradle and charging a powerful bolt of lightning from his hammer headed for the cradle.

Upon receiving the discharge, the transfer is quickly finished, and in the general amazement and wind caused by the discharge the lid leapt up and the god jolted somewhere else.

One thing came out, he looks like a man, but he's not, you feel it and you're sure Wanda feels it too from the way she looks at him. So all you do is ask her.

Do you have any idea what this is?

you tell her, trying to tell in her mind, hoping he wants to hear it.

Ultron created it, that's enough

she replies in an intriguingly cold tone, surely there is something underneath but she doesn't want to say it, she's fine so we're not so friends and you can understand.

The "chat" lasts a few milliseconds during the squad's astonished looks at the thing in front of them before it tries to attack Thor to end up face-to-wall in the common area. The mystery was clear so with a nod everyone goes there to understand. When we arrived (you, Wanda and Bruce) it was different, he had "dressed up" and was talking to Thor.

"I'm sorry. That was... odd. Thank you" in a calm, quiet voice he addressed the god

Wait up? Too familiar a voice, JARVIS?

You didn't have time to ask why the conversation (more interrogation, than conversation) had already gone on.

"Thor. You helped create this?" Steve asked unsure of what prompted the god to do what he had done.

"I've had a vision. A whirlpool that sucks in all hope of life, and at its center is that" he said pointing his finger at the gem. "What? The gem?" Bruce tried to understand better.

"It's the Mind Stone. It's one of the six Infinity Stones. The greatest power in the universe, unparalleled in its destructive capabilities" Eventually he explained himself, making things less clear at the same time

"Then why you would bring..." Steve tried to continue. "Because Stark is right" the Norse god stated firmly.

"Oh, its definitely the end of times" then Bruce sighed demoralized

"The Avengers cannot defeat Ultron" Thor asserted with conviction. "Not alone" The "Vision" remarked, walking ever closer to us.

"Why does you Vision sounds like JARVIS? finally someone has the nerve to ask, and thank god that someone is Steve. "We reconfigured JARVIS's matrix to create something new" Tony promptly exposed, almost going face to face with the "Vision"

"I think I've had my fill of new" annoyed by recent events, Steve replied

"You think I'm a child of Ultron" the sytezoid firmly admitted a rather normal thought at this point

"You're not?" rightly Steve asked surprised, and wanting to make sure other wise

"I'm not Ultron. I am not JARVIS. I am... I am" at this point the AI no longer an AI realized it in amazement

Then Wanda stepped forward looking for explanations for her visions. "I looked in your head, and saw annihilation" with horror she remembered

"Look again" then the vision encouraged Wanda leaving you a little perplexed

"Her seal of approval means jack to me" Agent Barton scoffed at the words before he was struck by a very angry look from you deep inside.

"Their powers, the orror in our heads, Ultron himself, they all come from the Mind Stone. And they're nothing compared to what it can unleashed. But with it in our side..." Thor explained, matching all the pieces of the puzzle, except for one question.

"Is it? Are you? On our side?" the super soldier asked uncertainly, turning to the syntezoid.

"I don't think it's that simple" he admitted, a little to himself and a little to those present

In a tone more serious than sarcastic the archer said his last sentence "Well, it better get real simple real soon"

"I'm on the side of life. Ultron isn't. He will end it all."

"What's he waiting for?" Stark asked, unsure why you weren't all dead already.

"You" the newly born vision announced, with no little surprise

"Where?" Bruce asks worried

"Sokovia. He's got Nat there, too" the not-so-likable archer to you, he said as he walked around and looked (threateningly?) at the twins.

As Bruce approached the sentient being trying to peer an answer in his robotically alive eyes "If we're wrong about you, if you're the monster that Ultron made you to be..."

"What will you do?" curiously, the being replied thus, avoiding the continuum of the unspoken sentence.

There was a short pause, a few seconds, this made you realize whatever I'm about to say was going to be long and important.

Then Vision began to walk forward observed by all "I don't want to kill Ultron. He's unique and he's in pain. But that pain will roll over the Earth." painfully, as if he really cared, he recognized the baleful words before continuing "So, he must be destroyed. Every form he's built, every trace of his presence on the net." emphasizes emphatically before turning to us.

"We have to act now. And not one of us can do it without the others." he said staring one by one into the team's eyes

"Maybe I am a monster. I don't think I'd known if I were one." resigning himself, he looked at himself and expressed his thoughts

"I'm not what you are, and not what you intended. So, there may be no way to make you trust me. But we need to go." He concluded with a flourish, taking the mjølnir and handing it to Thor to the general amazement of the team before walking away.

"Right. Well done." Embarrassed, the god patted Tony on the shoulder before reaching the robot.

"Three minutes. Get what you need." was the order that the captain gave, giving his ultimatum.

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Ok what you need, I have it, but the twins? They have nothing and I know what they need

"Maximoff twins, please follow me, you will not regret it" you invite the two a little older than you to follow you.

To which, initially you receive strange looks from the two and then after a brief exchange of glances between them and a nonchalant shrug from Pietro you find yourself leading them into the armory where you keep most of your creations.

"This is all yours, you can choose!" nod to all the gear behind you letting the twins choose before you go to get your armor back.

When you return, you find Wanda staring at Thor and Vision from afar and then with a smiling look you approach her. "Nice view huh?" you ask pulling her abruptly away from the flow of her thoughts and making her jump in surprise "Eh, ah yes yes no, I was just thinking" awkwardly embarrassed of her he spits out a more than plausible excuse.

"A penny for your thoughts? Anyway, yes, I understand you, it happens" you touch her shoulder with yours, losing the slight thrill that follows.

You stood there for a while staring at nothing before Pietro threw a red leather jacket to his sister and received a crooked glance as a thank you.

"It'll look good on you, it's red, it looks good on you. And then I did it, so it's perfect, I won't be Stark but I can handle it." point out by explaining everything very carefully.

"Did you made it?" she asks, giving you the most beautiful look you can see

"You know, after two years in here you learn something" you continue ignoring the pressure on your stomach when you think about it. "Two years?" she asks you with more curiosity in her eyes.

"Yeah, since I ..." you stop mid-sentence when your eyes start to sparkle with tears and she looks at you like she understands, she probably does, that's what you need and she understands it . "No, it's okay, don't tell me. I've been there" she reassures you by passing a hand over her shoulder, shivering at the contact, while you instead rock yourself in her warm touch.

"See you at Quinjet, I'll wait for you there" you says sobbing before running away, fleeing but muttering a faint thank you hoping she hears it.

Pietro looks at his sister with a beaming smile before she begins to speak. "Piet don't say it!" she says annoyed. "What? That you have a little crush on your new friend?" he joked, fearful of danger, of such a powerful sister.

"I don't have a crush! She's just a girl, with my same powers, it's normal that we have a special bond, and then at the moment we're just friends" she poses a little embarrassed, with a slight blush on her cheeks, having a short laugh by her brother attenuated immediately after a flash of red passed between her eyes. "If you say so, sestra."

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[pandagirl45]

Rhodes met steve confused eyes, but he waves the keys, "We'll be back, got it handled?"

"Yes si- yes. Yes." Nodding sternly, Steve felt the quiet screaming that he almost stood there and go. 'Yes sir'. SIR? What the hell Steven? 

He can't be calling people sir. As much as the warmth in his stomach spoke what saying does to him. Carrying ultron he helped the baby wave a later  the happy gurgle echoing excitedly. 

More of my Steve, Rhodey and Sam Agenda. Really a Steve and Rhodey agenda. Yep. ^-^

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[letthewhumpbegin]

Didn't See That Coming - an Avengers fanfiction

Title: Didn't See That Coming Fandom: Avengers: Age of Ultron Genre: hurt/comfort, angst Characters: Pietro Maximoff, Clint Barton, Bruce Banner, Wanda Maximoff

Summary: "What the...?" Clint mumbled non-understandingly. He released the boy from his protective grasp, who immediately ran away to its mother. It was only then that Clint's eye fell on Pietro standing a few feet away from him. Well, standing?

Word count: 3176 No. of chapters: 1 Warnings: mentions of gunshot wounds, blood, medical procedures. Original post date: 23 April 2023 Completed: yes

POSTED ON: AO3: click here FF.net: click here Tumblr: click here

Any and all feedback on my writing is highly appreciated 🥰😇. You can find my full writing masterlist here.

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