#vormir

[lots-of-pockets]

What we left behind.

Pairings: Natasha x you

Words: 2053

Warnings: talk of death. Vormir. Guns

Summary: Natasha was gone. At least, that's what you'd been told. She’d sacrificed herself; died to save everyone else, to bring back her family. If that was really the case, then who was at your front door?

The familiar sensation of a tear streaming down the side of your face breaks you from your thoughts as you stare up at the whirring blades of the fan. The wetness tickles your skin, but you couldn’t quite find it in you to wipe it away.

It had been nearly six months now since you’d lost your girlfriend, and that same old numbness still remains. It sits heavily on your chest like a blanket, except, this blanket wasn’t at all comforting. It was suffocating; restricting every single movement you make like a straight jacket.

The only thing you seem to know how to do anymore is cry, and even then they were pitiful tears, barely enough to warrant actual cries. It was almost as though you’d cried so much that all of your tears had simply run out. You’d all dried up.

Your eyes flicker almost subconsciously around the room. The only light came from a slit between the curtains at the window, the feeble brightness barely enough for you to make out anything other than the fine dust littering every surface. The sight of it brings you back to the last time you’d cleaned. It was over five months ago low, the day Natasha was supposed to come home.

Through the blip, neither you or Natasha had managed to find it in you to really keep your shared apartment tidy. You didn’t see the point, and Natasha just simply didn’t have the time. She was too busy with being team leader to what was left of the avengers.

But that had all changed when the plan of her going to vormir with Clint was put into action. She’d bring Yelena back with her, her mom and dad, and you’d share the first dinner in over five years with your girlfriend and family.

But then Clint had arrived back alone with the soul stone in hand, and a deep sense of unease had held you rigid until he’d shaken his head telling you she wasn’t coming back. That was when your whole world had fallen apart right in front of you.

You remember not being able to breath. You remember crying so hard you had physically made yourself sick. You remember the arms that had tried to wrap around you, and you remembered pushing them away in disgust. They weren’t Natasha’s arms. They weren’t allowed to touch you.

You remember leaving the compound and making your way back home to the empty, clean apartment you’d spent so long making perfect for her.

You remember the feeling of dread that had settled unceremoniously into your stomach. It remains there to this day as a constant reminder of what you’d lost. You remember everything about that day so vividly you want to erase it from your mind forever.

But you couldn’t.

Natasha was gone. She’d made her choice, and now you had to find a way to live with it no matter how badly it hurt to try.

*

And try you did. You woke up everyday despite never wanting to be conscious again. You went to work and pretended like seeing everyone was a blessing when in actual fact they brought you pain. You even managed to befriend Yelena, one of the hardest things you’d ever had to do.

She was a constant reminder of Natasha, and it was hard to differentiate the two in your deep stage of grief. You were sure you weren’t easy to be around for her either, but together you somehow managed to level one another out. It wasn’t perfect, and most days you fought like cats and dogs, but you were all each other had so you’d learnt to make it work.

It was on a normal Tuesday did all of that change.

There was a knock at your front door, the strength behind it both hesitant and wary. That, and the fact you weren’t expecting anyone raises the fine hairs on the back of her neck, and as grab your gun from it’s place in the locked drawer, you try your best to shake of the fear that had suddenly begun to run though you. Safety off and finger on the trigger, you reach forward and grasp the door handle before cautiously pulling open the door.

Absolutely nothing could have prepared you for the sight that greets you on the other side. You stand there, body rigid; trembling in complete and utter terror as your eyes burn with the familiar sensation of tears. It was her face. Her hair. Her clothes, her body. But it couldn’t be. She was dead. She died.

This wasn’t her, no matter how badly you wanted it to be.

An immediate feeling of dread creeps up from the pit of your stomach, and your pulse beats in your ears so loudly it blocks out all other sound. You go to raise your gun; because how dare this person torture you by pretending to be the love of your life -but raised hands promptly stop you in your tracks. You look at her, eyes wet with unshed tears desperate to fall.

She eyes you cautiously as she takes a small step closer, hands still either side of her head. “It’s me.” She seems to desperately plead, and at the sound of her voice, you feel the tightness in your throat grow a tenfold. It was her voice. This person had her voice too.

You try to say something; anything, but when you open your mouth, you come to find that even words had deserted you. It leaves you to release a choked sob despite your best efforts to stifle it, and you press your lips together in a futile attempt to prevent another from escaping as you tighten your grasp around the gun.

Your hands were noticeably trembling and unsteady, but the implication was there. You weren’t afraid to pull the trigger, and this person had to know that.

“P-prove it.” You somehow manage to choke out, and she nods, her throat bobbing as she looks away for just a second before speaking. You hate that your stomach clenches at the sight of the tears in her eyes.

Natasha used to show her emotions so rarely that each time she even came close to shedding a tear it would break your heart.

“We met just after my defection to shield. We didn’t like each other at first, because you thought I was too stubborn and hardheaded and I thought you were a self centred know it all.” She starts, and you hate the hope that begins to build in your stomach.

You were forced to remind yourself that this wasn’t hidden information. If you were around back then, you would know that Natasha and yourself never used to get along.

She seems to know this, because after a short moment, she continues. “You hate chocolate. The one time I got it for you for Valentine’s Day you waited until I was out of sight to give it to Peter. You hate the movie Up because it makes you cry. My sweater, the black one with the zip is your favourite because it’s oversized and smells like me. You…you used to wear it when I went on missions because it made you feel close. You used to sleep on my side of the bed when I wasn’t there because my pillow smells like my perfume,” she chuckles slightly as she uses one of her raised hands to wipe away the single tear that manages to spill down her cheek.

By now, you could feel your guard beginning to drop. Nobody knew this stuff. Nobody but Natasha. But it couldn’t be her. She was gone. It was a soul for a soul and she was the sacrifice. There was no other choice. She was dead. She was gone…wasn’t she?

“You think coffee is gross,” she continues, seemingly under the impression that you still weren’t convinced. “But you still kiss me even when I drink it. You call it the ultimate sacrifice.” At that part, your lips quirk up at the corners. It was an inside joke when you’d first gotten together. She’d make fun if you for not liking coffee and you’d kiss her just to shut her up.

“It’s our five year anniversary in two months. I was going to propose. I bought the ring and it’s in my underwear drawer underneath my socks. I wanted to spent the rest of my life with you, but then thanos…”

You drop the gun to the floor with a loud clatter and all but throw yourself against her body. Hesitant arms move from their raised position to settle gently around your waist, and you feel the tip of her cold nose nudge against the skin of your neck as she pulls you close to her.

“It’s you,” you choke out as you tightly fist the material of her jacket in your hands. You feel her nod against you, her hands fighting to grab purchase of any part of your body they could. She was shaking almost violently in your hold, whether that be from the cold or something else entirely. It forces you to tighten your grip around her, your hand rising to cup the back of her head.

“It’s me.” She whispers, voice trembling with emotion, “it’s me.”

*

You don’t know how long you remain in the threshold of the front door holding on to one another. It could have been seconds. Minutes. Hours. All you knew is that you never wanted to let go.

You never thought you’d get to hold her again. Feel the weight of her body in your arms and take in her intoxicating smell that had once brought you so much comfort. She was everything and you wanted to remain in this moment, right here, right now, for the rest of your life.

“Let’s…” you swallow heavily as you reluctantly pull her away from you and bring your hands up to cup her cheeks. Your thumb trails softly over the skin; just as soft as you remembered despite the tears staining it. “Let’s go inside, okay?” You whisper with a tender smile, and Natasha nods as she gently grasps your wrists in her hands.

Her wary eyes flicker down to your lips, and your smile becomes a little more genuine as you lean forward and place them tenderly against her own. They were warm, and soft; a feeling you’d missed dearly.

She gasps softly at the sensation of your lips against her own as her hands move from your wrists and down your back until they come to rest on either side of your waist. Her touch litters your skin with goosebumps, the caress of her hands on you for the first time in months an indescribable feeling.

Her bottom lip slots perfectly in between your own, an action that lingers as you trace the tip of your thumb over her jawline before reluctantly pulling away and resting her forehead against her own.

Her soft breath hits your lips as she clings to the shirt either side of your waist, and you feel your eyes fill with tears all over again as you pull her body into your own before closing the door behind her. Now that you were encased in the privacy of your own home, you watch as Natasha finally allows herself to break.

It starts off small. Quiet, hitched breaths as her unfocused eyes fill with tears. But then slowly, gradually, it gets bigger. Her chest heaves, her breathing intensifies, and she lets out a loud, unstifled sob as she falls defeatedly into your arms. Your own bottom lip trembles as you pull her body flush against your own, hands slipping beneath her jacket to desperately clutch at her shirt.

You were desperate to feel her skin against your own.

“It’s okay. I’ve got you. You’re okay.” You attempt to sooth, knowing no words would ever be good enough but desperate to try. “You’re back. You’re safe, and I love you. More than you could ever imagine.”

**

Part 2?

@goldenempyrean @mywitchy-assassin @romanoffsbish

#natasha romanoff x you #natasha x y/n #natasha romanoff x reader #soft natasha romanoff #vormir #natasha x reader #natasha romanoff #natasha romanoff x y/n #yelena belova #widow sisters #black widow #marvel #mcu #marvel cinematic universe #natasha marvel #x reader #reader insert #the blip #avangers #natasha x you

[lexnierg]

The Russo brothers need to explain this scene to me

the reason this makes no sense is because Natasha's full and legal name is Natalia Alianovna Romanova. In Russia, the middle is patronymic, created by using the child’s father’s name with the suffix “vich” or “ovich” for boys, and “avna” or “ovna” for girls. This means ‘son of’ and ‘daughter of’.

Natasha's name basically translates to: Natalia daughter of Alian Romanova

So, Russo brothers, who is Ivan?? Who tf is he!?Because he's not Natasha's biological father otherwise her middle would be Ivanovna, which it isn't!

"b-but it's a comic reference🙄🥺" It is one (in one way or another) to Ivan Petrovich Bezukhov, Natasha's foster father in the comics who saved her when she was a baby and eventually raised her. However, Ivan caught sexual feelings for Natasha, his daughter, and wanted to sleep with her. (Natasha killed him because of that)

#natasha romanoff #natasha romonova #natalia romanova #natasha romanov #marvel rant #marvel #mcu #marvel mcu #avengers endgame #vormir #red skull #ivan petrovich #natalia alianovna romanova #russo brothers #endgame #anti endgame #this makes no sense #explain it to me

[natashaslesbian]

Hoodie

Summary: Natasha Romanoff sacrificed her life for her daughter. Now living with the Barton’s, y/n asks Clint a difficult question.

Word count: 462

Pairings: Little/kid Reader x Clint Barton / Daughter reader x Natasha Romanoff

Just pure sadness tbh<\3 (lil fluff tho)

Warnings: Death(no details just talk of heaven/afterlife)

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“Uncle Clint?” Little y/n’s sleepy voice called out to her mamas best friend“Yeah darling?” Clint asked “Did mommy hurt when she left us?” Silence fell upon the pair. Clint had hoped these questions wouldn’t arise until later but although y/n was only 6, she was a smart little girl. She didn’t fully understand death yet, but she knew mommy wasn’t coming home.

“No kiddo, she didn’t hurt” Clint spoke, breaking the silence. The crack of his voice matching those in the walls “What happened when the angels came for her?” The little redhead asked. Clint sighed. He didn’t particularly believe in heaven and hell, nor did Natasha, but he had to provide some comfort to his niece. He didn’t like to lie, but how could this little girl understand that her mommy fell off a cliff on a different planet? Maybe heaven wasn’t that far of a reach.

“Well” Clint cleared his throat “mommy had to lay down, because she was tired, and then she closed her eyes. She got to see all of the beautiful things in her life, so I bet all she saw was you” a small giggle came from y/n “when she opened her eyes again, the angels were there and they told your mommy that she had to go with them” “So she could became and angel too?” Said y/n “Yeah” Clint continued “so they picked her up and carried her to heaven, where they gave her her wings. So she could come back down to see you…as an angel. You know she’s always watching over you, and she’s always with you” “I know she is” y/n spoke, sleep beginning to gather in her voice.

“Do you still see her?” Clint asked “Sometimes” the 6 year old said with eyes half closed “what if I forget about her?” “Oh sweetheart, you’ll never forget mommy, none of us will. We’ll keep talking about her and visiting her in the woods where she rests” Clint glanced over to y/n’s closet “you want mommy’s hoodie tonight?” The little Romanoff nodded. Clint passed the young girl Natasha’s favourite hoodie. A grey zip up one, with a cat sewn on the front to cover the hole Tony had blasted through it while testing his new suit. Y/n instantly latched onto the fabric, bringing the sleeve to her mouth to gently suckle on. She curled right up into it and inhaled what little of Natasha’s scent remained on the piece of clothing. She was immediately soothed and fell asleep moments later. The spitting image of how Natasha used to curl up next to her when she was a baby.

“Sleep tight y/n” Clint whispered. He walked to the window, to draw the curtains. And there he saw it. A shooting star. Natasha. He smiled.

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This one hurt :(

- Astara🩷

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[ne0n-and-garbage]

I was listening to Exit Music (For A Film) by Radiohead, and when these lyrics came up, I immediately thought of them.

#marvel #natasha romanoff #black widow #mcu #gamora #vormir #avengers #avengers infinity war #avengers endgame #exit music (for a film) #radiohead #ok computer

[yelenabemylova]

Wanda and sacrifice

Her Princess - Wanda Maximoff x Reader

summary: fuck valentine's day !!

ty for the request :)

"See you in a minute," in retrospect, you felt you should've said something more sincere and heartfelt to your friends given your current situation.

Sitting at the top of a cliff, which would have otherwise been a beautiful destination, your head in your hands as Natasha paced back and forth in front of you.

"I can't let you do this," she shook her head disapprovingly, "your wife would kill me." You sighed, "Natasha, you have two families, you can't leave them both."

The scowl that adorned her face would've been amusing if the circumstances were different, but you both had a decision to make. Of course, you both wanted to sacrifice yourself to save half of the population, but neither of you wanted the other to do so.

An intense fight followed a long discussion, this wasn't going to end well for one of you.

Widow bites were thrown, as well as many punches. It almost felt like a normal sparring session with Natasha, however usually you weren't fighting to save the other.

The soul stone was returned, as were the other five infinity stones. The Avengers mourned their losses but there was no time for anything major, there was a battle to fight. All of this could not have been for nothing.

The second Wanda came back, she went to search for her wife. Both of you had gotten married in Edinburgh while on the run, a beautiful quick wedding in the large castle there. You told her you felt like a princess, and she couldn't help but grin at how adorable you were.

She conjured up a ring using her magic, it was beautiful and fit you perfectly. For herself, she just wanted a simple wedding band that she wore on a chain around her neck, not because she wanted to hide her marital status, but in her opinion, the world had a tendency to ruin sacred things when flaunted.

That night, you slept comfortably in her arms. It was the best night's sleep you had gotten since you had been on the run together. She gazed at your face illuminated by the moonlight, admiring your features as they were highlighted so elegantly.

To her, you were a princess. Her princess.

A pair of familiar eyes caught her attention across the battlefield, they were soft and slightly duller than she remembered.

Running over, she collapsed in the arms of their beholder. "I'm sorry Wands, she sacrificed herself to bring everyone back. I tried to stop her…"

#ybml writes #wanda maximoff #wanda maximoff x reader #marvel #avengers #infinity war #endgame #angst #fluff #scarlet witch #elizabeth olsen #natasha romanoff #tw death #vormir

[ravensinthedaylight]

Whatever Means Necessary Masterlist - Wandanat x Daughter!Reader KateBishop x Maximoff!Reader

Summery: When Wanda arrives back after being snapped, she discovers that you, her daughter, sacrificed yourself in order to obtain the soul stone so that your mother’s girlfriend, Natasha, wouldn’t have to. Wanda’s devastated and lost, and so is Nat. A few months after her and Natasha call it quits and Wanda takes a trip to Westview, the small town she had planned on moving to with your eleven-year-old self when she retired. Wanda just wants you back, she’s willing to do whatever is necessary. 

Notes: Reader is eleven when Thanos snaps and sixteen when she dies.

Requests: Open

The Westview Anomaly:

Filmed Before a Live Studio Audience - A mother and her daughter move to the sleepy town of Westview, and they both struggle to conceal their powers form  Y/N’s new friend, Kate and Kate’s grandparents when they come for dinner.

Don’t Touch that Dial - Y/N and Wanda struggle to fit in, the mother of the duo decides to volunteer the two of them for the communities talent show.

Now in Colour - It’s that time of year where Y/N’s birthday party has rolled around! Wanda invites some people from the neighbourhood. Kate brings a gift.

We Interrupt this Programme: The Avengers are confused as to why the small town of Westview is getting the newly formed S.W.O.R.D so worried, so they decide to check it out for themselves. Natasha can’t believe her eyes when she sees her former daughter figure on the old fashioned TV, but her heartbreaks even more when she sees her former lover, Wanda Maximoff.

On a Very Special Episode - Wanda addresses Y/N’s worries when she grows suspicious of the neighbour’s strange behaviour. Kate realises the dept of her feelings.

All-New Halloween Spooktacular! - On Halloween Y/N decides to visit the outskirts of Westview. She doesn’t understand what she finds. But Wanda does. And it angers her.

Breaking the Fourth Wall - Y/N start to finally piece everything together. And she makes unusual alliances

Previously On - Wanda embarks on a troubling journey revisiting her past for insight to her presence and future. Y/N on the other hand take a deep dive into hers and find out what exactly happened before Westview. Kate remembers, also.

The Series Final - Wanda and Kate actually gets to say goodbye this time, but Wanda promises Y/N that it’s not the end.

Multiverse of Madness:

Chapter One:

Chapter Two:

Chapter Three:

Oneshots:

Requests are open

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[imdonnalynn]

RANDOM PLOT IDEA

Plot: What if it was Steve and Natasha that went to Vormir to retrieve the Soul Stone? How would that have turned out? Would Steve had taken her place? Or would Natasha have been able to outwit him?

A/N: I'm not the biggest fan of Endgame due to a lot of the character developments and ending arcs to a lot of characters. Especially for Steve, it was the worst possible ending for his character ever, it ruined it for me pretty much.

Fandom: Marvel, Marvel Cinematic Universe (MCU), Avengers: Endgame

Pairing: Natasha "Black Widow" Romanoff, Steve "Captain America" Rogers

Warnings: None

I reserve the right to attempt a plot idea of my own and anyone else is welcome to try as well. Long as they give credit where they at least got part of the idea.

#steve rogers #captain america #natasha romanoff #black widow #natasha alianovna romanova #natasha alianovna romanoff #natalia alianovna romanova #natalia alianovna romanoff #avengers #avengers endgame #soul stone #vormir #chris evans #scarlett johansson #steve x natasha #steve rogers x natasha romanoff #romanogers #steve x natasha fanfiction #mcu fanfiction #marvel fanfiction #romanogers fanfiction #imdonnalynn #imdonnalynn random plot idea

[ageofevermore]

I WANNA BE YOUR ENDGAME

SUMMARY — she was the best thing that has ever happened to you, but it seems every move she’s ever made has led to this moment. long live the walls we crashed through, how the kingdom lights shined just for me and you, i was screaming, "long live all the magic we made", and bring on all the pretenders, one day we will be remembered

WARNINGS — canon endgame events, grief, vormir, heavy heavy angst, im warning you this is literally just reader reliving natasha’s final moments alive

You should’ve known what would come of a day that started with gloom hanging over your head, but truthfully, nothing could have prepared you for losing her.

The compound was quiet. It had been for years. Very little through traffic and when it did come, the tone was somber and voices were quiet, carrying a heavy grief that time was only able to amplify, not dull. Your own voices were quiet with it, and tears were spilled routinely, your minds not about to comprehend that the Avengers had lost, and that half the population was gone because of it, Wanda included. She wasn’t the only one though. Bucky was gone, Peter, Sam, and Maria, Fury too. All of the handprints you’d made in the sand had been washed away by an angry tide, and those that remained, only a few, didn’t survive without thick distance and tension growing between them. You couldn’t be together without feeling the weight of what was missing. What you failed to save. Clint was off the grid, Tony was hidden away in a cabin with Pepper and a kid that didn’t know how close she was to having never existed at all, and Steve was out chasing ghosts. The team that had been assembled to save the world had fallen apart, and in the place of heroes were severely traumatized kids wearing adult clothing.

When Tony came to you, after Scott Lang returned from the quantum realm, saying he had found a way to bring everyone back, you should have turned him away. You should have slammed the door in his face and retired to bed beside Natasha, but you didn’t. You would never give up on Wanda, on all of the innocent lives that had chances to be lived again, but had you known you would lose your purpose in the wake of being a hero, you would have taken some steps differently. You would have found a way for everyone to survive, even if the ground opened beneath your feet in the process. But you didn’t do that, and Natasha was gone, and Wanda was traumatized and heartbroken, and you were just alone. Your best friend was back, but your purpose was gone. Natalia Romanov was so much more than just your partner turned girlfriend, or the assassin with a ledger dripping in blood. She was the reason you got up in the morning, the reason you watched so many crime documentaries at midnight, the reason you could only sleep on the left side of the bed even if she wasn't home, because there was a chance she would sneak through that heavy door at one am and crawl in beside you. That chance didn’t exist now. But crime documentaries and American Pie did, but you would never experience them again. Not if you could help it. It hurt too much. Even without them, the only thing that consumed your mind was her last day, and how you wished you would have known what was to come. Maybe you shouldn’t have promised whatever it takes, or let her tell Steve she’d see him in a minute, tempting fate was never a card you should play and you knew that and she knew that, but you both had been so confident. How much worse could things get? You’d both had that mindset. You shouldn’t have. You never thought that you would return without her, with salty tears in your mouth and a heart half empty in your chest, beating, but for what reason. Natasha was dead. Surely there was nothing else to live for. No purpose to serve.

That morning, it had been cold, you remember that much. You had rolled out of bed with tension in your shoulders and an ache in your bones that you tried to ignore and instead put in all of your energy and hope into reversing the blip. It was a spring afternoon in upstate New York, and the biting cold should’ve been your first indication that something was off. For weeks prior, the sun had beat down on pavement relentlessly and left it scalding as a result, but that day, although sunny, there was a strong wind coming off the shore and rustling leaves with strength strong enough to create a rustling sound around the compound. Being together didn’t help the clench in your gut either, it felt strongly of poisoned nostalgia, a painful weight surrounding you that dwelled on how members were missing, how even if you were all together again for the first time in five years, pieces of you were missing. There was a chance this wouldn’t work, and you knew if it came down to that you’d never be together again. This was the Avengers last call, none of you could handle this pain again if things went south. You wish you would’ve cherished that poisoned nostalgia more, and how Natasha grabbed your hand as you lined up to invade the past, but like you’d been doing, you pushed everything aside to focus on the mission.

You’ve never been cold like you were on Vormir. It felt like the marrow inside your bones had frozen over and your blood had turned to slush, but Natasha’s hand was warm when she grabbed you and pulled you along with her, giving you no time to dwell on how dry and unwelcoming the atmosphere was. You wish you would’ve told her how badly your belly clenched with dread the deeper you got into the planet, but you kept quiet, mind set on bringing Wanda and everyone else back. Your girlfriend didn’t seem to notice anything chilling about the planet, keeping a neutral expression that was borderline amazed by everything she was seeing. Never in a million years did you think you’d be exploring an alien planet in the past, searching for a magical rock that would bring half of Earth's population back, but at the time, you were too in your head to really take the beauty in. Even now, you couldn’t appreciate the purple undertones of everything, or the illuminating green glow that lit up the sky.

What’s engraved in your memory isn’t the scent of dirt or dried blood, you couldn’t get that lucky to just remember the little things, instead, its like an endless movie reel in your heart of the feelings you barely had time to recognize as her hand tightened in yours when you realized your fate. When the both of you realized that only one of you was going home and that one of you was never leaving. It feels easier to think of it like that. To think that she’s still there, still breathing, exploring an alien planet and not dead on a pile of rocks, probably just bones at this point, but you know that she's not out exploring, finding a way back to you. Even if you try to forget, the sight of her sprawled on the ground haunts your dreams without your permission. The pool of blood that gathered around her still makes you sick, but even with Wanda tampering in your mind, no amount of scarlet magic can take that image away. She was never supposed to die for the cause. She was never supposed to die at all. In your perfect fantasy, the both of you lived until a hundred, and you had kids, and grandchildren, and a life that was dedicated to more than just the Avengers. That was never in the cards for either of you. Somewhere in your belly you know that, but love had made you blind. When you try to sleep at night, even now, months later, you can still hear the last conversation you had, and how the wind had swept beneath her body and sent her falling, and the sound of her hitting hard ground with no cushion. You can still feel her let go of you. Giving into her fate with ease. Your knees are scarred from the jagged rocks you landed on when you fell to your knees and sobbed for her. When you watched her plummet to her death. It’s a traumatic event that no amount of therapy can heal. You left a piece of you on that planet, and it's still there. No amount of Wanda’s care and comfort can take that hurt away from you. You lost half of yourself that day, and the part that remains is dying slowly every day.

“You don’t have to do this, Nat. We can find another way.” Your words feel obvious, but Natasha’s determined. She’s not scared of dying, you know that she’s never been. She’s faced death so many times that it feels liberating to be the one in control now, but you’re not ready to let her go. It’s selfish, you know that it is, but she’s the best thing that's ever happened to you. She’s supposed to stand by you forever, but here’s fate, forcing you into a goodbye that you’re not ready for. That you will never be ready for.

“There is no other way, detka. You know that.” Her words cut you. She doesn’t mean to hurt you, its the last thing she wants, the last thing she wants you to remember about her, but she sees no other option here. Her mind is made up. You’ve got an entire life to live, but she’s already found salvation. She’s been haunted since she was only a few months old. You've taken away her pain, made her smile, but her eyes are always going to be cold. You're the only thing that kept her holding onto nothing, but it’s time to let go. She has the opportunity to do good; to be good. This was always it for her.

“We can find another way! We will! Think about this, Nat!” You don’t know when you started crying, but you flinch when a hand cradles your cheek so delicately it's almost not there at all and a calloused thumb brushes hot tears from your cheeks. You grab her wrist, pressing her hand against your skin harder. If this is the last moment you have, you don’t want ghost light touches, you just want her.

“This is how it was always meant to be. This was always the endgame for me.” Your girlfriend, a bruised little girl who was forced to take on too much at too young, is the bravest woman you’ll ever know. She’s your heart. The only reason you get out of bed and keep going. She’s your motivation. She’s your inspiration.

“I want to be your endgame!” You choke on the words, feeling like you’ve just been suckerpunched in the gut, but Natasha barely winces.

“You’ll find somebody else.” It’s a promise, spoken so lightly that you almost didn’t hear it, but you did.

The words make you flinch, your eyes bleeding hurt that you can’t hide anymore. You don’t care how selfish you’re being, or how hard you’re making this for her, she needs to understand that you’re willing to lose everything else if it means keeping her. “I don’t want anyone else, Nat! I want you!”

“I know you do, malysh. But that isn’t in the cards for us.” She’s crying now, and it breaks your heart, but you're frozen in place, clinging to the hand that’s still against your cheek. You try to reach for her, to brush the tears from her porcelain skin that’s too pretty to be wet with tears, but you’re completely frozen in place.

“We can write our own cards!” She shakes her head, a sad smile on her trembling lips.

“P-Promise me that you’ll find somebody else. Promise me that you’ll live the rest of your life with no regrets. That you’ll be crazy and reckless and get far far away from the compound and get that bungalow on a beach somewhere. Maybe hawaii.”

“I want that with you! I want sunsets on a beach with you! I want crazy and reckless and freedom with you!”

The tears are falling faster now, and her chin quivers so violently the first time she opens her mouth to speak no words come out. The world is sparkling around her, the green of the sky so dainty it feels wrong to be having this conversation beneath it. “I was enchanted to meet you, but you have to let me go now. You have to let me do this. To wipe out my ledger. To mean more than he thinks I can. Okay? O-Okay? Can you do that for me? Can you let me be who I want to be? A hero?”

“You already are, Nat.” You mean that with everything in you. She’s the bravest woman you know, the only person who would ever be able to overcome everything she’s done. But she’ll never see that. She’ll never be able to see that she’s still an innocent, that she’s still pure and with everything that she does she’s wiping out her ledger. But if this is what she needs, if this will finally convince her that she’s not the monster she dreams of, you can let her have this. You can let her go.

Her eyes pinch shut, and a single tear falls down her face. It’s painfully poetic, like every move she’s ever made has led to this moment. “If you have children someday, please tell them my name.”

She’s afraid of being forgotten. Somehow that hurts more than her willingness to die, then her thinking she’s a monster. She thinks she’s forgettable. She thinks you’re not going to carry her in everything you do for the rest of your life. “You will be remembered. If the only thing I do in this life is keep you alive in memory, then I’ll have lived the best, fullest life.”

A smile pulls at her lips, and it feels so wrong to see in a moment like this, but you can’t help but smile with her. “I had the time of my life fighting with you.”

A sob breaks through your chest, shaking your entire body, and you crash into her with a force, trying to memorize every curve of her body against yours. “I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you so fucking much. I love you. I love you.” You can’t stop, you need her to know. She needs to know that she was loved here, that she wasn’t just a temporary thing. She’s permanent. She’s the best thing that has ever happened to you. Even if she never escapes this planet, and never gets to live in a bungalow on the beach, and never believes that she’s a hero, she needs to know that she was so so loved and cherished. It’s the only thing you’ve been trying to convey for the last twenty years.

Her hands push you away from her, but youre not willing to let go so soon. You’ll never be ready to let go, but you let her create distance, soon, distance will be the only thing you have. Her hands cup your cheeks, her thumbs digging into your skin so harshly you know you’re going to bruise. Soon, the only thing you’ll have left of her physical body is bruises on your face. “I have loved every single moment I got to spend being yours. I love you. I love you. I love you.” How can she be thinking of you at a time like this? How can she be so selfless when you’re so selfish?

“I know.” Ugly sobs echo around the deserted planet, heavy heaves tearing you apart as she detangles herself from you and prepares to jump. She has all the power here. She’s in charge. It should overcome you with pride, seeing her so full of confidence and certainty, but it breaks you apart instead.

The last words off her lips before she’s just a pile of flesh at the bottom of a mountain are tattooed in your memory. “Live for me.”

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[smutinlove]

A CHANCE PLEASE

I'll even jump off a cliff for you 🥺

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[iriel3000]

Time Loop

Febuwhump Day 11 - Time Loop

Summary: Clint refuses to let her die.

Clint whump, Deja vu, happy ending

excerpt:

Let me go.

No. please no.

He held as tight as he could. He would not let her fall, not again.

This wasn’t supposed to happen. He changed their path, their time. He tricked her into turning away so he could jump, but she still followed.

Hawkeye hit first, but it changed nothing.

It’s okay.

“No!”

Clint’s eyes snapped open. He bolted upright, sheet falling to his waist, breathing hard. Natasha sat in a nearby chair with a worried look.

“We’ll get them back, Clint.”

He never told her. She assumed he was having nightmares about Laura and the kids, and he let her believe it.

She would try to stop him if she knew. Fuck, she has. How many times did he have to live through her jumping to save his sorry ass?

He accepted his family’s loss after five years, but he wasn’t about to lose the one thing that kept him going, whether they were together or not.

“Yes, we will.”

to be continued, please click the link below

Time Loop

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[on-the-outside]

what if natasha romanoff kept her eyes open the entire way down so the last thing she saw was her best friend

#sorry #clint barton #natasha romanoff #vormir #marvel

[nclgsticore]

What If?

Natasha Romanoff x Plus Size Reader

Credit to GIF owner. GIF is not mine &lt;3

'𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐟?' 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

𝐦𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

Summary: What if Steve went back in time, bring Y/n and two suits with him, and when he returned the soul stone, he managed to bring back a soul? Natasha. What if?

Warning: None, just sad moments-

Song for this series

No one’s POV

Steve looks at Y/n, who’s standing next to Bruce, helping him set the time machine up while Steve has a small thought in his head.

What if?

Will the plan in his head work?

Will Y/n agree to him?

“Y/n.” Y/n looks over at him and hums softly with red eyes, still mourning the death of her best friend and the love of her life, Natasha.

“Yes, Stevie? What now? Stop being a child. Hurry up. We need to retur-“

“Y/n. Listen. I need to say this once. I think. No. I’m sure it will work. Please.” Y/n, Sam, Bucky and Bruce look at Steve in confusion.

“Make it quick.” Y/n were stunned when Steve walks down from the machine, heading to the briefcase next to her and seeing him opening the case, taking more of the suit device out, and shoving one into the palm of her hand, “Put that on. Now.” While holding the other one tightly in his hand. Y/n just put the device on since she’s just wearing a simple plain top and sleeping pants while looking at Steve again.

“What now?” Steve grabs Y/n’s hand in a second, putting the other device in Y/n’s hand and the other case filled with the stones and he hugs Bucky, talking.

“Gonna miss you, buddy.”

“It’s gonna be okay, Buck.” before he pulled Y/n onto the platform, Y/n is still confused.

“What the fuck Rogers? Can you talk?” Steve just shakes his head and lifts his thumbs to Bruce.

“We’re ready. Bring us back to the past.” Bruce looks at the both of them, and finally, Steve spits it out.

“I’m going to return the soul stone. In exchange, I want a soul to be returned.” And that’s when he looks at Y/n, kissing the top of her head, whispering into her, “I want you to take Natasha back to us. Please. Once. It’ll work. I swear.” Y/n’s eyes lit up but not in a good way. Steve nods and Bruce says,

“You ready Cap? Y/n? We’ll meet you back here, okay?” Steve nods,

“You bet.” Before the mask covers their face and Bruce starts counting.

“Going quantum, in 3,” Bruce starts to work on the machine, “2, 1.” Before both Y/n and Steve disappear from the portal.

“And returning in 5, 4, 3, 2, 1” But nothing shows up when Banner slightly went silent and confused while Y/n and Steve…

Y/n’s POV

“The next stone is the Soul Stone.” Steve looks at me and there are 5 stones left but he decides we’re going to the soul stone after the Time Stone.

“Are you sure you want to do it alone? I ca-“

“Y/n. I want you to live your life with Nat. I’m going back to-“

“Peggy. Right?” He nods and I smile. Even though it’s 1945, we can try, right?

“Let’s go.” He grabs my hand, and we walk through the cliffs of Vormir, and when we reach the top, Steve takes the Soul Stone out, and that’s when the Red Skull appears.

“The stone.” The voice echoes deeply in the air and Steve lets the stone fly to the air, swooshing around the windy snow of the mountain before disappearing into thin air. Then another voice echoes in the air.

"As promised, a soul for a soul." Before the figure disappears and something apparates in the air right after that, having me fall to my knees, tears starts falling off my eyes.

My Natasha. In her injured form

Her body looks just like how Clint told me how she looked when she falls off the cliff. Head flooded in her own bloody, scratches everywhere She pushed herself. He didn’t sacrifice her. He didn’t. He won’t.

Natasha is lying down in front of me and Steve, when my eyes trail to her chest, seeing her chest heaving slowly and she slowly starts waking up. My hands make their way to her face, pulling her onto my plumped lap, and rubbing her cheeks gently.

“дорогой, проснись, моя дорогая. (Sweetheart, wake up my dear.)” And a second after that she coughs and takes deep breaths, before my arms start tightening around her, hugging her close to me.

“Oh! Thank goodness. наталья. (Natalia)” And Natasha looks at me in shock.

“Это ты?! Я-я не умер?! Ждать! Ты мертвец- (It's you?! I-I didn't die?! Wait! You are dead-) “ I hush her down, and I hug her tight before seeing Steve handing the stone and I put the device on her wrist,

“Я объясню все позже, но нам нужно идти сейчас. (I'll explain everything later, but we need to go now.)” I immediately click on the device on both her and mine, glancing at Steve.

“Go. You deserve your happiness, Y/n.” He kneels, hugging me tightly.

“Thank you, Stevie.” Before everything turns dark and the next thing I know,

I’m back and I’m not alone. Natasha’s still in my arms, holding me tight.

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[call-me-clemmie]

When Clint came back from Vormir, he didn't tell the team about Nat. Not at first. Instead, he dug through Nat's room until he found what he was looking for. A piece of paper, with a name and phone number. He wanted her to find out from the source, not the evening news or the tabloids. Clint was the first person to know of Natasha's death, but he wanted to make sure Yelena was the second.

#natasha romanoff #blackwidow #marvel #avengers endgame #yelena belova #clint barton #vormir #still not over it

[fleursfairies]

bruh i was watching the gamora vormir scene in infinity war and randomly remembered nat died

why did i forget that

now im sad

#endgame spoilers #if you somehow havent watched it yet #natasha romanoff #gamora #black widow #vormir #infinity war #marvel #mcu #marvel mcu #avengers #the avengers #avengers infinity war #avengers endgame

[ricas-baron]

This is what some of you wish had happened... But would it be better that way?

Little painful fanart but I hope you will like it.

Time : 10 hours of work 🔥

#black widow #natasha romanoff #clint barton #hawkeye #avengers endgame #vormir #what if #marvel #mcu #marvel fanart #digital sketch #art #artists on tumblr #soul

[manofbeskar]

What if… Din and Cobb went to Vormir?

#dincobb #din djarin #cobb vanth #my art #marvel x star wars #vormir