#wanda x daughter!reader

[juiles]

Sticking Out Sucks pt 2

Summary: After a good nights sleep, the three of you have a good heart to heart and when it comes time to it, they stuck up for you against the team, showing you how much they truly love you.

Age: 13

Warnings: blood, slight anxiety other then that pure and utter fluff.

Type: fluff, fluff and more fluff.

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(the pic in the middle is my little sister so please don’t take without credit!)

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Y/n’s pov

I don’t remember much of last night after knocking the mop over all I know is that Wanda and Natasha at one point we’re comforting me which was weird in itself.

I stirred slightly before noticing a presence beside me, well more like under me. my head was laid against someone’s chest, i could hear their steady heartbeat and smell their perfume. My eyes fluttered open slowly and the first thing i saw was a mass of red hair. I gasped wrenching out of her arms but winced when an IV pulled my skin. “Shit…”

Wanda shot up from her position, asleep next to the bed in a chair and reached her hands out. “Baby don’t pull on that. We’ll get it taken out properly.” My head whipped up to stare at her as she stood across the bed from me, one arm stretched out, the other clutching the sheets under Natasha who had propped herself up on her elbows staring at me confused.

“Wha- why- what’s g-going on?” My voice came out in a hoarse whisper, grating against the throat.

“You got shot yesterday detka… you almost passed out in the hallway. Turns out you also had a fever. You spent the night in the medbay. We didn’t want to leave you alone.” Wanda explained softly sitting back down, giving me space to figure out what was going on.

“But-but why was I sleeping on Natasha…?” A glimpse of sadness flickered over the redheads eyes before she gently smiled. “You were upset last night darling so you asked me to cuddle. Come here, let me take the IV out and we can go find somewhere more comfortable to talk hmm?” I bit my lip nodding carefully, sizing them both up before I took small steps toward the bed where Natasha gently took my hand and pulled the IV drip out of my arm. She placed a bandage over the spot, kissing it, almost out of instinct.

A look of confusion must have flickered across my face because Wanda sighed softly. “Come darling, let’s go sit in the living room hmm?” I retracted my hands and interlaced them together in front of me and followed the couple as we went towards the living room. They seemed to have a conversation with each other through their minds.

I sighed as my anxiety started to increase. I struggled the most being around these two as I’ve always wished they could almost mother figures towards me however they don’t like me. They sat on the couch, side by side, their hands interlaced. I sat in an armchair, crossing my legs underneath me, causing me to wince before untucking my left leg and let it hang down, swinging back and forth slightly. My head was tucked down, my eyes staring at my hands which were now picking at my skin around my thumbs, a bad habit I picked up from being around Natasha.

“We need to talk to you detka.” Natasha said quietly. “We messed up in the past. We shouldn’t have been treating you the way we were. It wasn’t fair.”

“You’re right it wasn’t.” I snapped, my defences coming out as i glanced up at them through my eyelashes, the look of sadness flickered across their faces confused me.

“Detka… let us finish okay?” Wanda said softly, I nodded softly in response. “We messed up. We want to make things right and explain why we acted the way we did. Can we do that?” I nodded softly finally looking up at them as Natasha continued. “You shouldn’t be on this team. Not because you aren’t skilled enough but because you’re still so young. You deserve better, to try and live as a teenager. We hoped maybe if we didn’t get close to you then maybe you would want to leave. You would ask Fury to move you… but you’re to stubborn for that.” I snorted slightly nodding my head, knowing fine well she’s right on that count.

“You are so important malyshka. You deserve to have a family which if you would like, me and Natasha would like to be that for you. Even if you don’t want us to be your official parents, we would still like to be your guardians y/n. People you can rely on. Talk to. Go to if you’re upset or scared or hurt.” Wanda said, her eyes full of fear, fear of what? I have no idea, all I know is I never wanted her to feel it again. “Last night when you were out of it, you called us mama and momma. It really made us realize how much we care about you.”

During her talk, my eyes welled up, tears filling them up, my hands picking at the skin even more now, causing it to bleed. I leaped out of my seat and clambered into Natasha’s arms, my tears turning into light sobs as I buried into her neck. “Mama… it was real… you-you… you wanted me…”

Natasha’s arms wrapped around my body, pulling me into her, rocking was back and forth gently. I felt warm drops on my head and looked up at her blinking softly. “Mama… don’t cry…”

“They’re happy tears detka… I’m just glad you feel so safe with us… we love you so much and we will spend the rest of our lives showing you that.” She said pressing kisses all over my face, making me erupt in giggles before Wanda stole me and tugged me on to her lap, her arms wrapped around my waist, pressing kisses into my head. “We love you so much detka… so much…”

“I love you guys too momma…” I murmured burying into the crook of her neck, my arms wrapping around her neck. I yawned softly into her neck and then felt her chuckle softly. “If you’re sleepy detka, take a nap, we won’t go anywhere okay?” I nodded softly into her neck and after reaching my arm out for Natasha who placed her hand in mine allowing me to pull her closer, snuggled into the two falling asleep rather quickly.

Natasha’s pov

Y/n pulling my arm so I was wrapped around her and Wanda made my heart flutter. This sweet girl took our talk so well. She’s already so comfortable around us. I love her so much. It makes my whole body melt. The three of us sat like this, cuddled together, Wanda and I just chatting about nothing until a loud bang of a door slamming opened, caused y/n to jump and start shaking in our arms.

“Shhh… you’re okay detka… it was just the guys being loud… you’re okay…” Wanda muttered into the girls hair squeezing her slightly. I shot a hard glance at Tony, Thor and Sam who stumbled in laughing loudly. They all froze seeing my glance and gulped. “Sorry… didn’t mean to wake your girlfriend Tasha…”

“You didn’t. You woke our daughter asshole.” Wanda snapped looking up at Tony who raised an eyebrow and stepped forward seeing y/n in our arms, a small shake still running through her small body. “You’re-you’re… sorry do we like her now?”

“We’ve always liked her Stark. Honestly I’m so annoyed with you guys. By the way, you’re lucky that y/n needs me right now. I’m close to snapping your neck. You are the reason she got shot yesterday the. you had the audacity to blame it on her?! Youre fucking sick. She’s a kid! She doesn’t deserve to be treated the way we have all been treating her.” I warned sending him one of my classic Natasha glares. The man visible gulped and took three steps back. “From now on, Wanda and I will be in charge of y/n. If you treat her badly, you will pay. She also won’t be going on missions until we agree she’s ready and old enough. Do you understand me?!” All three men nodded quickly before shooting out of the room. I took a deep breath before a soft whisper came from below me.

“Mama…?” I looked down to see y/n’s bright green eyes staring up at me. “Really…? No more missions…? No more… having to hurt people?”

Wanda squeezed her eyes shut, a sob choking out of her throat. “Momma??”

“No baby. No more missions or hurting others. From now on you will be a teenager. A regular kid who has two living mamas okay?” Y/n broke into a grin and flung her arms around both of our necks repeating thank you over and over. “I love you mama.” She said placing a kiss on my cheek. “I love you momma.” She said placing a soft kiss on Wanda’s cheek, making the brunette grin widely and attack her face with an abundance of kisses.

“And we love you to detka. With all our hearts.”

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[darkstar225]

Kid Y/N feels under the weather, what is gonna happen? ft Wanda and Natasha 

Rain pelted against the large windows of the Avengers compound, a symphony of nature's melancholy to accompany the drama unfolding within. Y/N, a young child with an inclination for mischief, which made her seem like Loki's daughter sometimes (she may be...), and two extraordinary guardians: Natasha Romanoff and Wanda Maximoff, found herself feeling under the weather. The cold had crept into her small frame, bringing with it a storm of sneezes and sniffles.

In the heart of the Avengers' home, the living room was a battleground. Y/N lay on the couch, surrounded by a fortress of plush toys. The television played some animated movie, forgotten in the background. Natasha was still donned in her Black Widow uniform after returning from a mission with Wanda, her fiery red hair cascading in waves, was the epitome of calm. She knelt beside the couch, worry etching lines on her face as she touched Y/N's forehead with the back of her hand.

Y/N - Mama, I don't wanna take those yucky medicines! 

Whined the little girl as her raspy voice showed her clear discomfort.

Wanda, also in her Scarlet Witch attire, floated into the room with a tray of steaming soup and a small bottle of medicine. Her expressive eyes softened as they met Y/N's defiant gaze. 

Wanda - Sweetheart, it'll make you feel better. Just a spoonful, okay? *frowns*

The girl's eyes narrowed and a pout formed on her lips. 

Y/N - No! It tastes icky.

Natasha sighed, her stern look softened by a smile. 

Natasha - Come on, kiddo. You'll be back to causing chaos in no time.

Y/N's eyes welled up, a mixture of exhaustion and frustration. 

Y/N - I don't wanna be sick, Mommy.

Natasha's heart melted at the word. Y/N had walked into her and Wanda's life like a burst of sunshine, and now, seeing her curled up with illness, it felt like the sun had been clouded over.

Natasha exchanged a glance with Wanda, who was now floating in the air, her green eyes filled with concern. 

Wanda - We just want you to feel better, little one. *soft voice with a motherly smile*

But Y/N was having none of it. With a sudden burst of energy, she sat up, sending the plush toys scattering like leaves in the wind. 

Y/N - I don't want the yucky medicine! I hate it!

Natasha's eyes met Wanda's, both sharing a knowing look. Parenting, even for two superheroes, had its challenges. But they were up for it. Wanda floated down to Y/N's eye level, a playful smile on her face. 

Wanda - How about a deal, little rebel? Take the medicine, and Mama will read you a story. A magical one.

Y/N eyed Wanda suspiciously, her small brain working through the proposal. 

Y/N - A really magical one? *head tilt*

Wanda nodded, her fingers conjuring a spark of Scarlet energy. 

Wanda - The most magical story you've ever heard. 

Y/N contemplated this for a moment before finally nodding with all the seriousness a child could muster. 

Y/N - Okay, but no yucky medicine next time. *scrunches nose*

Natasha handed Wanda the medicine with a smirk. 

Natasha - Of course, princesa.

Wanda poured the medicine into a small spoon, casting a glance at Natasha. Natasha nodded subtly, understanding the silent question. Wanda approached Y/N, who was still eyeing the spoon with scepticism.

Wanda - Open wide, little one. *cooing*.

Y/N opened her mouth reluctantly and Wanda administered the medicine. The kid grimaced at the taste, but she swallowed it down with a determined expression.

Natasha - Good job, honey! 

Natasha praised, ruffling Y/N's hair.

Wanda - Now, for the magical story... 

Wanda settled on the floor near Natasha with Y/N nestled between their chests.

As Wanda began weaving a tale of enchanted forests and talking animals, Y/N's eyes sparkled with wonder. The room echoed with Wanda's melodic voice, each word painting a vivid picture in the child's imagination. Natasha sat back, watching the scene unfold with a smile. The storm outside seemed to fade away, leaving only the warmth of the family huddled together.

As the story reached its climax, Y/N's eyelids grew heavy. The pair shared a glance, silently agreeing to transfer the dozing child to her cosy bed. Together, they lifted Y/N, who mumbled something about flying with Mama and Mommy in the magical forest.

In her room, surrounded by plush toys and soft blankets, Y/N slept peacefully. Natasha and Wanda lingered for a moment, marvelling at the small, slumbering figure. Parenthood was an adventure, one they embraced wholeheartedly.

As they tiptoed out of the room, Natasha began to whisper. 

Natasha - We make a good team, don't we? *smirks*

Wanda nodded, her eyes reflecting the love and contentment they both felt. 

Wanda - The best. *winks*

And with that, the two superheroes, mothers to a special little girl, ventured back into the living room. The storm outside had quieted, leaving behind the soft hum of family and the promise of many more magical stories to come.

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[th3-c0rps3-r0gu3]

shadows

chapter 4.

Pairings: Natasha X Wanda, Natasha X umbrakinetic teen fem!reader, Wanda X umbrakinetic teen fem!reader, Avengers X umbrakinetic teen fem!reader.

Warnings: swearing,

3rd person.

"hey has detka have you seen y/n it's been four hours. She's not in her room."

Natasha says to her girlfriend concerned. It's way past the time y/n should be in bed but Natasha can't find the girl to tell her that.

"I took her to the library."

Wanda responds. She seems less concerned but she hadn't seen y/n exit the library so she assumed she was still there.

"I'll go check. Thanks mylashk."

Natasha says heading for the library.

Natasha enters the library and starts to look around. Someone is definitely here as there are books missing from shelves everywhere. Whoever y/n is no where to be seen. After about thirty more minutes Natasha is about to give up. That is till she sees a mountain of books surrounding a beanbag. A bean bag that held y/n.

Y/n pov.

I don't know how long I've been in here but in all honesty I don't care either. I've been able to read so much! And no one has tried to stop me or yell at me like other bookstore customers. Then a voice breaks me from thought.

"there you are y/n I was getting worried."

It's natasha. She standing Infront of me but she doesn't look angry.

"oh.. sorry."

I am still way to quiet. I was better with Wanda. Not that I should say that. I'd offend Natasha and that would lead to.. I don't think about it.

•red head seems worried.•

•why worried? Nobody worries for us.•

•red head relieved now though.•

•did we relieve her?•

•yes.•

I drown out the shadows again. Natasha just looks at me concerned. I really need to get used to that look being aimed at me. It's.. unsettling.

"you need to go to bed now. It's late. You need sleep y'know."

Natasha says. She seems calm.

"ah.. ok. Sorry."

I say quieter. I really need to get better. Speaking to solely shadows is getting to me. Natasha nods at me.

"if it's ok but have you read all these books?"

Natasha asks. That surprised me.

"only half. The right side is ones I've read and the left I haven't."

I'm louder this time. Still quiet but louder. Good. Natasha looks at the piles. Granted the right side has more books than the left but y'know it's not that bad. Natasha then nods again.

"ah ok. Goodnight y/n."

Natasha then leaves. I get up and walk down to my room. It's quiet. Thank god. I enter my room and sit on the floor again. I'm not ready for a bed yet. Not after the years of sleeping on concrete.

It's morning. And it's bright out. I really need to darken this room.

•bright!•

•too bright.•

•tone it down!•

I try and block the shadows again but their too loud and I cant.

•make it dark again!•

•white bright too!•

Right. I need black paint. I'll find a way to get that. But I should visit the book store and see Sandra.

I walk into the main area and see Wanda and Natasha talking to a blonde woman who I assume is carol. All three turn to me.

"morning y/n."

Wanda says smiling. I'll need to get used to that. Sandra is usually the only one who smiles at me.

"morning.."

I say quietly. Damn I thought I made progress at being louder.

Wanda starts to introduce me to the blonde woman. I half don't listen. Anything I miss the shadows can tell me. Eventually Wanda stops rambling and America smiles at me. Still unsettled by the smiles.

"hey uhm.. can I go back to the bookstore. I help out there and stuff.."

I murmur nearly silent. I really really need to be louder.

•ohh visit Sandra?•

•who's Sandra?•

•friend!•

Natasha's voice breaks through the shadows muttering.

"course you can kiddo. We can walk down now if you want."

I simply nod.

The walk was quick and quiet. Thank the gods. I enter the bookstore and greet Sandra while Natasha walks away.

"hey kiddo how is living with literal superheroes?"

Sandra asks grinning while she pulls out boxes of books that need shelving.

"it's ok. Better than I expected. But I need to darken my room.. it's too bright."

I say. Here at least I speak normally.

•room is definitely too bright.•

•see Sandra again!•

•ooh yes Sandra!•

•hello Sandra!•

I let the shadows rumble their greetings as Sandra explains where the books need to go. I already know where they need to go. I've done this so many times now.

3rd person pov (with Nat and Wanda)

Natasha returned to the compound and sighed as she walk through the door to her and Wanda's level.

"well? How was the walk?"

Wanda asks from the kitchen. Natasha comes up behind her hugging her.

"quiet. She really doesn't like to talk."

Natasha responded.

"what are you cooking? It smells heavenly detka?"

"it my paprikash Nat you should know this by now."

Wanda responds giggling. Natasha smiles.

"ahh silly me."

°three hours later°

Natasha and Wanda have been watching sitcoms for the past hour now but Natasha is starting to worry about y/n.

"detka is y/n coming back alone or am I going to pick her up?"

Natasha asks the red head snuggled beside her.

"I dunno. If your worried we can walk down to find her."

Wanda sits up and turns off the tv.

"and now that you mention it I am starting to worry."

Y/n pov.

I finished shelving ages ago and now I'm reading. After about a million questions from Sandra and the shadows screaming in my ear holes I finally have some peace. And a bonus is the Sandra supplied me with black paint. So there's the brightness issue half fixed. Next is to get light blocking blinds. If I can gather the courage to ask for them that is. But that's an issue for future me to deal with.

"hey kiddo. You will still visit me despite the fact you live with heroes now right?"

Sandra's question confuses me. Why would I stop coming here?

"of course I'll keep coming. Why would I stop?"

Sandra seems a little guilty looking now.

"well you live with heroes. You hardly need a bookstore owner backing you up now. I'm half surprised you came in today."

The older woman explains. I frown.

"I live with heroes but honestly they scare the hell out of me. Besides. Your my friend. I trust you."

I easily explain. At least with Sandra I can speak normally. Then two red heads walk in. Two easily recognisable red heads. Why in Satan's name is Wanda and Natasha here?

•why they here?•

•shhh that's rude!•

•rude but good question.•

"shut up...."

I mumble to the shadows who finally listen to me and quiet. Wanda sees me and smiles. God I need to get used to that. Or she could stop doing it. Though I doubt she will.

"hey y/n. We were just wondering when you were going to be back?"

Wanda asks me. Natasha is talking to Sandra. Wanda then consequently notices the black paint.

"what's with the paint?"

The Slovakian asks.

"oh uhh.. my room is a bit bright and um.. I decided to darken it by painting it black... if that's not ok I won't and I'll just give this back to sandra..."

I murmur. God I'm still too quiet. I'll work on it.

"oh sorry. I never stopped to think if the rooms as bright. I can help paint if you want. It'll be fun!"

Wanda responds.

"and if it's still too bright we can get light cancelling blinds so then you won't need to deal with sunlight too much. You didn't seem the type for bright spaces anyway."

I sit there surprised by Wanda's response. I was expecting a scolding but this is better.. I think. Then Natasha comes over.

"alright you two let's go. Before it's dark out."

The Russian grabs Wanda's hand gently and waits for me to get my stuff before we leave.

"bye Sandra! I'll come back and I won't forget you! Promise!"

I call out to sandra.

"I'll hold you to that kiddo!"

She responds. I then follow Natasha and Wanda out and back to the compound.

Me and Wanda have just finished painting my room black while Natasha put up the sun block blinds.

"there we go. Now your room isn't so bright."

Wanda says proudly looking over our paint job.

•ooh finally not bright.•

•better much much better•

•no sun! Black everywhere!•

•we in heaven?•

I struggle to drown the shadows out. The joy I feel combined with them is too much. Oh well their rambles can go on I suppose. Natasha moves next to us and kisses wanda. I cringe internally. Is this how couples are meant to act?

"brilliant job detka. The paint looks brilliant."

Nat says and Wanda smiles.

"I'm glad the curtains didn't fall on you."

Wanda responds. Is that how your supposed to respond to that? Natasha doesn't seem unhappy...

"yes well how about we go shopping tomato fill the room up."

Natasha proposes. I perk up. Does that mean book shopping? Or drawing shopping? Will I get a new sketchpad?

"that's sounds like a brilliant idea. Y/n how do you feel?"

Wanda turns to me.

"oh.. uh yeah sounds good."

Still to goddamn quiet.

A/n: I honestly thought I posted this ages ago. Then I go to Wright chapter five and what's in my drafts? This. Oops. Sorry for those who actually like this series for the late post.

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[katethewriter]

Just a Typical Morning

from the 25/8 series

Summary: Natasha and Wanda attempt to wrangle their 8 kids in the morning before school/work.

Pairing: Wanda x Natasha, mother!wandanat x daughter!reader

Words: 5k~

Warnings: civillian!AU, pregnant!WandaNat(briefly), angsty Natasha(briefly), childhood asthma, a lot of kids, I mean A LOT of kids, poorly proofread, I think that's it, pretty fluffy

A/N: I have gotten a bunch of asks about this one lately, so here you go! While yes, WandaNat have 8 children, the story is still pretty centered on reader and her relationship with her moms. Also, I am in no ways an expert when it comes to asthma. I have had several experiences with childhood asthma with kids I have nanny'd or friends. I am working with that knowledge. If I have things wrong, please send me a message to educate me!!!

If you’d like a little more background info, you can read about each family member in Meet the Fam!

Natasha groans in agitation, awoken by the blaring of an alarm. She reaches behind her to hit snooze on the offending machine before rolling back into her previous position, wrapped around her wife.

Wanda sighs. She pulls Natasha’s arms around her tighter, but her wife has other ideas. Natasha trails kisses from her shoulder up her neck until she is nibbling on her ear. Her hands go on a journey of their own, returning to all of the places they had been merely hours ago.

“What do you think you are doing?” Wanda asks playfully. “I’m sorry was last night not enough for you?”

Natasha chuckles, but never sways her attention from the body against hers.

When a hand dips below her sleep shorts, Wanda rolls to face her wife. “Watch it, Romanoff,” she smirks against the red head’s lips.

Natasha grabs her lips with her own. Pulling away she returns her wife’s smirk, “its Maximoff-Romanoff.”

“Well, Maximoff-Romanoff,” Wanda swats at Natasha’s hands that have found their way to her ass, “there’s no way we have time for activities and for both of us to shower before we have to get the army moving.”

The redhead relents, pulling the brunette fully into her arms. Wanda nestles against Natasha and releases an exhausted sigh, despite having just woken up.

“You ok?”

Wanda shrugs.

“Thinking about the interviews?”

“Yeah, they rescheduled three and tacked them onto the end of today’s schedule. Who knows how long we’re gonna be there tonight,” Wanda releases a long sigh, sinking deeper into her wife.

Natasha runs her hands up and down Wanda’s back gently, “I can help you relax. Let me take care of you.”

“As much as I would love that, we don’t have time,” the brunette parrots her earlier statement.

“Come on,” Natasha gets out of bed, grabbing the other woman’s hand to coax her to follow, “take a shower with me. You know how good I am at multitasking.” She raises a suggestive eyebrow.

Wanda can only giggle while she allows herself to be led into the adjoining bathroom.

After a very satisfying shower, getting dressed and a speedy light makeup application, Wanda exits the bedroom to begin the day, starting with waking the little humans.

Walking through the living room, Wanda stops to knock on the door to the basement. She opens it to call down the stairs, “Y/n, time to get moving. Breakfast in an hour.” She continues on her mission, traveling upstairs next.

“Good morning, everyone,” the mother knocks on each door calling for those inside. “Boys, time to wake up. Lena, you too.”

She makes her way into the last room, lightly tapping on the door.  “Good morning, princess,” she makes her way over to the toddler’s bed and sits on the edge. “Anastasia,” she sings lightly, gently rubbing the girl’s tiny back to rouse her, “time to wake up, my love.”

The three year old rolls over and sleepily peers up at her, “mommy?”

Wanda smiles and places a kiss to the girl’s forehead, “good morning, my sweet girl. Come on, lets get you ready for daycare.” She pulls away the covers and lifts the child out of bed. The mother changes her into the outfit she laid out last night. After some quick pigtails, Wanda settles the girl on her hip for the trip downstairs.

When she steps outside the toddler’s bedroom, Wanda is confronted by one of her younger twins.

“How come you bang on our door to wake us up, but she gets whispers and hugs,” Tommy asks, tooth brush in hand, but still in his pajamas.

The mother can’t help but chuckle, “well when you were 3, I woke you up with whispers too, but then you outgrew that and slept through the whispering.” She ruffles his hair then pulls him into a side hug, “you can still get hugs though.”

The boy manages to squirm out of the hug and turn back to the bathroom. “Nooo mom! You messed up my hair,” the 7 year old grumbles.

“Sorry,” Wanda chuckles bouncing the girl on her hip. “Everybody get moving. Breakfast in 45 minutes ok?” She waits for the array of ‘ok’, ‘yes mam’, ‘already on it’. After she is confident everyone is in fact working on it, she treks back downstairs to start breakfast.

She sits the still sleepy toddler on the couch with a sippy cup of milk to watch some cartoons while she makes breakfast. As she scrambles some eggs and gets some biscuits in the oven, the entire house comes to life around her.

This is one part of her life that Wanda wouldn’t change for the world. With her family moving around her, interacting and joking with each other, even when she has to break up some bickering, she loves her children with everything she has and can’t really figure out what she did to deserve them.

“Boys,” she calls in a warning tone, “Billy, you better not be finishing your brother’s homework.” The 2 boys look up from the table guiltily. “Pack up your backpacks. If it didn’t get done last night, then it’s not getting done.”

A look of fear covers Tommy’s features, “but I’ll get in trouble!”

Wanda turns to face her son, “I’m sorry, but you should have thought about that last night. There are consequences to your actions buddy. Next time, you’ll do all of your homework the night before and before you pick up a video game.”

The boy hangs his head in defeat, sulking while he gathers his books into his bag.

“Then, go pack your bag for track practice, too.”

Lena walks into the kitchen carrying a very worn pair of pointe shoes and her dance bag, “mom I need new pointe shoes. These are almost worse than my back up pair.”

The mother turns to look at her oldest daughter and the pair of shoes she presents to her. She nods, “we can go Saturday after the swim meet. Do you think they can last the rest of the week?”

The teen nods, tucking the shoes away in her bag.

“Good. Now, are you ready for school?” the mother asks.

“Yes mam,” Lena sets her bag to the side and looks back to her mother.

Wanda smiles, “perfect, could you help me cut up some fruit for breakfast?” The teen happily nods, pulling out the cutting board and whichever fruit her mother instructs her to grab.

Natasha and Alex walk into the kitchen one after the other. They’re laughing about something, most likely something that Alex said.

“Alright jokester, grab some plates and set the table for everybody please,” the redhead pats him on the back. She kisses her wife’s cheek on the way to pour herself a cup of much needed coffee.

While the liquid slips from the coffee pot to the mug, Wanda’s eyes rake up and down her body. She’s seen Natasha in her uniform practically everyday for the past 20 years, but the sight still does something to make her knees weak. Even despite this morning’s activities.

The brunette pulls the other woman close to her, “good morning officer.”

“Good morning to you,” Natasha smirks and leans in for a kiss. A kiss that is cut short-

“Gross, can you guys not please?” PJ groans as he enters the kitchen.

The two mothers break the kiss and laugh together. “Go help your brother set the table,” Wanda points her head in the direction of the table.

The chef turns to plate the food, while the officer calls for their youngest.

“Anastasia, guess what time it is,” Natasha prepares a small glass of water while she waits, although she doesn’t have to wait long.

“Puff, puff, puff, puff, puff, puff, puff, puff,” the toddler repeats with each quick little step she takes.

The officer picks her up and sits her on the counter, “that’s right. It’s puff puff time.” Natasha slides the basket containing all of the materials closer.  She picks up the preventative puffer and removes the cap, “step one: shake, shake, shake, shake.” She shakes the puffer while the toddler giggles and shakes her shoulders.

Of course, the mothers would much rather their daughter did not have asthma. However, they are prepared, willing and dedicated to do everything possible to help her control the condition and live as a typical 3-year-old. That includes breathing treatments that are not typically labeled as fun, but they do whatever they can to make it as enjoyable for Anastasia as possible.

“Alright, last shakes,” the redhead lets the girl shake a few more times while she attaches the puffer to the spacer, “next-“

“Mask!” Anastasia says happily.

Natasha holds the mask flush to the girl’s face, “and now…”

“…puff,” they say at the same time.

Natasha squeezes the canister releasing the medicine into the spacer, which bleeds into the mask. “Deep breaths,” she says as she exaggerates her breathing as an example for her daughter, “one deep breath, two deep breaths, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten. Good girl one more time, are you ready?”

Anastasia nods, and Natasha squeezes the canister again. The mother counts as her daughter takes deep breaths as instructed.

“… eight, nine, ten. Very good girl,” Natasha removes the mask from her face and sets it to the side. She grabs the glass of water set off to the side, “here, water.” The girl takes a swig into her mouth, and her mother instructs, “swish, swish, swish, swish, swish, spit!”

Anastasia leans over the cup to spit it in without spilling. Natasha sets the cup in the sink and lifts the girl off the counter, “all done!” She sets the toddler back on her feet.

The officer spots her oldest daughter walk out of the kitchen to place a plate of cut fruit on the table. Leaning down to Anastasia’s level, she whispers, “I bet if you ask nicely, Lena will help you get into your booster seat.”

The young girl happily skips out of the kitchen after her older sister.

Natasha smiles at her little crew all moving around the kitchen/dining area. She notices a couple are missing and turns to go searching.

First, she checks the back porch and finds one of the two in question. She steps out onto the porch to join him, “good morning, Max.”

The twelve-year-old turns with a grin, “morning Mama!”

“All done watering, buddy?”

“Yes mam… Hey, come check this out!” he excitedly waves her over to the garden him and Wanda have been working on for the past few months. “I got a bud!” he points.

Natasha walks closer to take a look, “that’s awesome, buddy!” She wraps an arm around her son’s shoulder. “Ready to come in? I think breakfast is almost done. Plus you should go tell Mom about the bud!”

“Ok,” he smiles, setting the squirt bottle back in its place and running inside. His mother follows, but instead of heading to the kitchen, she turns the opposite direction in search of one more straggler.

Wanda turns with a large plate of eggs in one hand and a plate of biscuits in the other. “Breakfast is ready!” she calls through the house. Setting the plates on the table, she has to swat the hands of her oldest boys away from the plate of biscuits, “only one each, until everyone gets one.”

As she is making Anastasia’s plate, she looks around the table for a headcount. Including the toddler, she counts four already sitting around the table. She looks up as the little twins are making their way to their seats.

 ‘One, two, three, four, five, six…’ Wanda counts in her head, ‘six?’

Max comes bounding into the room, “Mom, I found a bud on the tomato plant!”

‘Seven.’

“That’s great, Max!” she loves that she has a buddy in her gardening endeavor, and for her, his pure excitement is better than any fruit they would yield. He takes his seat, and Wanda takes a look around the room to find who is missing.

The last empty chair, beside Natasha’s, tells her exactly who she is missing.

“I’ll be right back. Y’all start eating,” Wanda makes her way out of the room, looking over her shoulder to add, “Lena’s in charge.”

The mother makes her way through the house to the living room. She tilts her head when she finds her wife standing at the basement door with her ear pressed into the narrow gap between the door and the frame.

“What are you doing?” she asks amused.

Natasha pulls a finger up to her lips, “shhhh.” She motions for Wanda to come closer. “She’s practicing,” she whispers and pulls her wife to listen for herself.

The brunette leans her ear towards the cracked door as well and can’t help but smile. The most beautiful music floats up the steps. Her daughter’s skill and talent still amaze her.

They both listen to Y/n play for another minute, before they know they have to interrupt if they want everyone to be on time today. They both quietly make their way down the stairs as the music continues.

Y/n is so focused on playing the piece, perfecting it, that she doesn’t even notice her mothers have entered the room until one of them clears their throat.

The music ends abruptly as the teen looks up guiltily, “sorry.” She cracks the small smile that she knows will have them break, “good morning?”

Natasha and Wanda laugh. “Good morning,” they say in unison.

The officer checks the outfit Y/n has on and is satisfied that she is at least dressed for the day. “Are you ready for school?”

Her daughter nods, “my homework is all done, my backpack is packed. I just have to pack this up too.” She holds up the violin in her hand.

“Thank you for being ready,” Wanda nods, “but now you need to eat breakfast.”

“I already ate,” the teen counters.

Wanda raises an eyebrow, “I’ve been in the kitchen all morning, and I’m pretty sure I never saw you…”

Y/n blushes and smiles guiltily again, “I woke up earlier than you this morning. I was in the kitchen while you were upstairs.”

Wanda squints her eyes trying to detect if the girl is lying, but she can tell she is not.

Natasha chuckles and shakes her head. Making eye contact with her wife, she shrugs, “Secret Agent.”

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Wanda stops, leaning on the counter to take a deep breath. She tries to just breathe until the nausea passes. She’s barely 8 weeks along in her pregnancy, and the morning sickness is so much worse than it was with the twins.

“Come on kiddo, work with me,” she whispers placing a hand over her stomach.

The twins are finally down for a nap, and Wanda needs to use every available moment to tidy around the house. Natasha should be back from her doctor’s appointment soon, and she wants to have at least the kitchen finished by then.

Her wife actually should have been home a while ago. Every minute that ticks by gathers more worry in her stomach, so she cleans to keep her hands busy and her mind distracted.

With another deep breath, she continues wiping down the counters. While she does so, all kinds of scenarios run through Wanda’s head of what the doctor could have or could be telling to her wife.

The officer was forced more or less to go to the doctor by the chief. She’s repeatedly called in sick over the past couple months, and before she can go back to full active duty, she has to be cleared by a doctor.

Wanda moves on to washing bottles, checking the baby monitor every now and again.

The bottles are clean and drying on the rack when the door to the garage opens and closes. Wanda turns to greet her wife who stands stiffly just inside the kitchen entrance.

“Hi love,” the brunette smiles, drying her hands. “Did they clear you for active duty?”

The red head shakes her head no. She keeps her eyes low, unable to look at her wife.

Wanda’s shoulders drop. She knows that her wife was very much hoping to be cleared. “Well, what did they say?”

Natasha doesn’t answer, looking at the ground intently. Her hands fiddle nervously with a small piece of paper she carried in.

“Baby, what did they say?”

Silence stretches between them, and its eating Wanda alive.

The younger woman crosses the room taking her wife’s face into her hands, lifting it so they are looking in each other’s eyes. The glossy redness of the red head’s eyes ignites a further panic in her.

“Natasha, you’re scaring me. What is it?”

She doesn’t speak. She only looks down to the paper in her hands and raises it to display to her wife.

Wanda follows Natasha’s gaze down to her hands. She gasps and swears her heart stopped beating. Her mind is running away without her as she tries to comprehend what she is looking at.

It’s an ultrasound image of an unborn baby. A baby who looks pretty far along.

Wanda can clearly find the head, a torso of sorts, what looks to be the start of some arms and legs. There’s still a lot of development to happen, but this baby is much farther along than the one Wanda has inside of her. This baby is about the size Natasha’s would have been.

Wanda looks up; her eyes wide and dazed in shock, “this is from today?”

Natasha nods.

“…of you?”

She nods again.

The brunette stares back down to the image, “…but all of the tests…”

“False negatives,” the redhead speaks for the first time since she walked in the door.

“… and your period?” the younger woman takes the sonogram from her to examine closer.

“Spotting that is apparently very common.”

Wanda can’t take her eyes off the image, “how far along?”

“15 weeks,” Natasha holds her breath waiting for a response, but she gets none. The quiet is too much in her anxious state.

They had been trying for their third child for months, and this time Natasha wanted to carry the child.

The first attempt ended in tears when the red head got her period and the tests came back negative. It was hard for them both, but it was almost nothing compared to the second try a month later.  

After the implantation, her period was late. She even got a positive test. They were so happy, ecstatic even, until it was all ripped away a week later.

Natasha began bleeding and every test after that was negative. They were both devastated beyond belief, Natasha most of all.

It was decided Wanda would try next, and she became pregnant after the first try.

They had believed both of Natasha’s attempts had failed. However, if Natasha is already 15 weeks along, the first attempt had to of been successful.

Now here they are both pregnant. That wasn’t the plan, and it had Natasha wallowing in worry of what her wife would think of the news.

“Please say something,” she begs.

Wanda doesn’t answer her directly, instead she drops to one knee and smiles happily, eye level with her wife’s stomach.

“You sneaky little thing,” she giddily addresses the very tiny human tucked away inside Natasha. “You’re gonna keep us on our toes, aren’t you?”

She presses a kiss to her wife’s stomach before standing to cup her cheeks and bring her in for a joyful kiss. She pulls away with a grin, “what else did they say?”

Natasha answers shakily, “that she’s due in y/b/m.”

Wanda melts instantly, “she? It’s a girl?” She couldn’t wipe the smile off of her face if she wanted to. That is until she sees that Natasha doesn’t seem to share in her joy, “what’s wrong? She’s healthy right?” She searches her wife’s eyes for an answer, “Is she ok? Are you ok?”

“We’re fine, we’re ok,” the redhead cuts off her wife’s worry spiral, “…its just… you’re ok… with this?”

“Ok?” Wanda asks incredulously, “what do you mean? Natasha, we mourned this baby. We grieved for her twice, and she came back to us. I am so much more than ok.” She strokes Natasha’s cheek and still finds hesitation, “what is it, love?”

The red head opens her mouth but struggles to find words, “…you’re pregnant, and I’m pregnant. We’re gonna have two babies.”

Wanda chuckles, “we have two babies. We’re about to have four. They’re gonna be only a couple months apart. They might as well be twins, and I think we handled that pretty well the last time, if I do say so myself.”

“Yeah, we did,” Natasha smiles. Her worry is beginning to morph into relief and joy. “… but we can’t both be on maternity leave. What are we gonna do?”

The brunette shushes her softly, “hey, it’ll be ok. You can work desk duty for as long as you can. If we need to pull from savings, we will. Plus, we still have the restaurant, and its doing well. We’ll make it work like we always do.” She pulls her wife into her arms.

Natasha returns the hug, holding Wanda as close as possible. She wonders how long they will be able to do this before baby bumps make it impossible. Bumps… plural. It sounds surreal.

Wanda pulls back to kiss her soundly. “Now, can we put aside the worry, and just celebrate this precious girl?”

Her wife grins and nods.

“Thank you,” she presses her forehead to Natasha’s, “and thank you for this gift.” She kneels again and slides a hand across her wife’s stomach, “even if you did hide her in there for almost 4 months.”

The red head laughs, “I hid nothing! All of the hiding was done by her, like she’s training to be a little secret agent.”

The pair share a content smile, then Wanda looks back to Natasha’s stomach.

“Our secret agent.”

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Amused, Wanda rolls her eyes, “well little miss Secret Agent, you still have to sit at the table while we discuss the game plan for the day.”

After Y/n packs her violin back in its case, the brunette throws an arm around her daughter’s shoulder and walks her upstairs with Natasha following close behind.

When the three of them enter the dining room, the majority of the food is already claimed or eaten.

“I made them save some for you, Y/n,” Max says happily.

The mothers sit in the chairs in faux offense. “… and what about us?” Natasha asks playfully.

He blushes and looks at them sheepishly, “you too, moms.” They both send him a playful wink.

Y/n takes her spot between PJ and Anastasia. “Thanks bud, but I ate breakfast early today,” she smiles to her little brother.

“So, time for the game plan,” Wanda announces from her seat on the other side of Anastasia. “I’m working a bit later tonight than normal, so that will mix things up a little bit. Lena, Aunt Pepper is going to pick you up from school and take you to ballet with Morgan and drop you off at home after.”

The teen nods in between bites of her breakfast.

Natasha looks across the table, “P, no soccer today, right?”

“Nope, coach is on vacation, so we have the rest of the week off.”

“Ok, we need you to pick up Max from the middle school, then drop him and Alex off at swim practice. Those are your first marching orders,” she chuckles when he gives her a little salute. “Second, you need to go to the grade school to pick up the little twins.”

She then turns to the twin boys, “Billy, after chess club, wait for Tommy to finish track practice. He shouldn’t finish much after you. PJ should be there by the time you finish.”  

Wanda eats the last few bites off her plate, then continues the plan for the afternoon. “Mama will get Anastasia from daycare, then pick up Alex and Max. Y/n, think you can walk to your lesson after school?”

Y/n looks up with a furrowed brow.

It isn’t a bad walk. Her coach lives in the neighborhood right next to the high school. It takes 15, max 20 minutes to walk there. The weather is supposed to be great all day long.

So why is she looking at her mothers like they’ve forgotten something?

The girl releases a breath and nods, deciding not to say anything.

“Alright, then we just need someone to pick her up after,” Wanda looks between the big twins, “you should both be home by then. I don’t care who, you can decide amongst yourselves.”

“I’ll do it,” Lena volunteers. She knows the second her brother gets home, 9 times out of 10, he starts some video game and doesn’t stop until moms make him.

“Thank you Lena,” Natasha smiles proudly.

Wanda looks around the table, “questions?”

Alex raises his hand slowly, “where do babies come from?”

PJ nearly spits out his water from laughing. The older children are either trying to hold in their laughter or staring at him in shock. The three youngest turn to their mothers with expressions of genuine curiosity.

Wanda squints her eyes in her son’s direction, “any real questions?”

“Mommy, where do babies come from?” the question is repeated in the innocent voice of her three year old.

Natasha steps in, picking up the toddler from her booster seat, “we will talk about that when you are bigger.” She sets the girl on her hip wiping her face with a napkin. She turns back to the table and addresses the rest of her family, “alright team, lets go. Everyone put their dishes in the dishwasher and help clean up the rest. Grab your backpacks and bags, and get to the door. I want everyone in a car in 15 minutes. Ok?”

A chorus of “ok” and “yes mam” bounces off the walls, and they all get moving to do as they were told.

She sets the toddler down to run and grab her daycare bag. She gathers Anastasia’s and her own dishes to take care of.

Wanda checks Ana’s daycare bag one last time, before sending the girl out to her car with Max. “You two wait for me by the car. I’ll be right there.”

The morning carpool arrangement is a delicate balance. Wanda takes Anastasia to daycare and Max to the middle school because they are both closer to her campus. Natasha can easily drop off the little twins at the grade school on her way to the station. While the four big kids pile into a car and drive themselves to the high school.

“It’s my turn.”

Wanda can hear footsteps along with the bickering of her oldest children approaching from behind.

“No, its not,” PJ counters, “I have the keys, so I’m driving.”

Their mother turns to face them, quickly plucking the car keys from her son’s hand. She holds them up for them both to see.

She looks to PJ, “did you finish all of your homework?”

“Of course.”

Wanda turns to Lena, “ballet bag?” The girl holds up the bag as a confirmation. “Good,” her mother nods and then looks between the two of them. “Now, who drove yesterday?”

Their reactions are simultaneous, almost like they are twins or something. Lena points to her brother while he shakes his head and tries to playfully smile his way out of this one.

“Well then,” Wanda hands the keys to her daughter, “be safe, no texting while you’re driving. Do you hear me?”

Lena smirks victoriously in her brother’s direction. “Yes mam,” she takes the keys and starts walking out of the house.

“Sorry bud,” Wanda pats PJ on the cheek before nudging him towards the door. “Have a good day, I love you,” she calls to them both, and they repeat it back to her, ‘love you too, 25/8.’

Natasha then approaches the door with the little twins hot on her trail.

“Can we ride with the blue lights?” Billy asks excitedly.

She stops in front of her wife, but continues to look to the boys, “you two ask me every morning, and what is the answer every morning?”

They both fold their hands together and put on their best pout faces. “Pleeeaaassse,” they beg in unison.

The officer tries to stand her ground, but their cuteness cracks her resolve. She smiles, “fine, but you get 20 seconds in the driveway before we leave.”

The boys jump in victory, bounding out the front door without another look back.

“I love you too,” Wanda playfully calls after them.

“Well, I love you,” Natasha pulls her wife close and leans in to press their lips together.

“Gross,” a voice sounds from behind them.

They chuckle at their second interrupted kiss for the morning. In the direction of the voice, they see Alex at the bottom of the stairs carrying his backpack and swim bag. Y/n comes in from the living room, and they both make their way to the door.

“Everything in your swim bag?” Natasha asks Alex as he passes.

“Everything,” he taps the duffel hanging from his shoulder. Y/n is right behind him.

Wanda asks, “Y/n baby, you have your violin?”

The girl holds up the case, but before she can say anything, her brother is chiming in.

“Of course, she has the violin,” he smirks in the doorway, “its surgically attached to her arm.”

Y/n rolls her eyes and pushes him through the doorframe, “ha, ha, ha, everybody’s got jokes.” She throws a “bye moms” over her shoulder.

“We love you,” Natasha and Wanda both say at the same time.

Both teens stop and turn in unison, “25/8.”

The mothers smile and nod, “25/8.”

“Now where were we?” the officer turns back to her wife.

Wanda leans in, “I think it was a little like this.” Their lips meet in the middle, and they savor the short moment as long as they can.  When they break the kiss, they rest their foreheads together. “Please be safe,” the brunette asks quietly.

It’s a dangerous job. One that keeps Wanda constantly dreading that call.

“I will,” Natasha reassures her with a stroke of her cheek, “I love you.”

“I love you too.”

They share one more, quick kiss, before they depart, going separate ways to officially begin the day.

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A/N: thank you so much for reading! I really hope you enjoy! ❤️ let me know what you think!

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[youre-a-total--poser]

Can I request being Wanda’s daughter so wanda and nat go on a date and when nat comes to pick up wanda she’s getting ready do something and y/n just keep talking about how much Wanda talks about her so much and she just keeps talking

Innocent Little Confessions (Request)

Warnings: Inappropriate humour

Age: 5

Word Count: 710

Requests: Closed

Summary: You tell Natasha things that Wanda has said about her. Somethings that you probably shouldn't have heard and definitely not have repeated.

Requested by: Annonomas

Date: 24/08/2022

A/N: thank you to the person who requested this I hope you like it :) I need help coming up with a title for this

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You were sitting in the living room drawing and your mom was in her room getting ready for her date when the doorbell rang.

"Can you get that baby it's uncle Pietro," Wanda shouted.

"Yes, mommy." You shouted back.

You stood up, walked to the door and opened it but it wasn't your uncle Pietro.

"Natty." You exclaimed raising your arms in the air.

She lifted you and gave you a big hug. "How's my favourite girl?"

"Good. Mommy is right you do smell nice."

"Is that right?" Natasha asked as she put you back down.

"Is that Pietro?" Wanda shouted.

"No mommy it's Natty." You shouted back

"Nat, can you watch Y/N till he gets here?"

"Of course, Wands just take your time," Natasha shouted.

You grabbed Natasha's hand and pulled her into the living room "Come look at my drawings Natty."

Natasha kneeled on the floor next to your drawing table and started looking through all of your drawings.

"Has your mom said anything else about me?" Natasha asked putting all the papers back on your little table

"Yeah she said something about how beautiful your eyes are and she gets lost in them but I don't understand how someone can get lost in eyes the only place where I get lost is the store but mommy always finds me." You told her while continuing drawing.

Natasha couldn't help but smile while listening to you.

"Natty can you get me a drink please?" You asked.

"Of course sweetie." Natasha stood up and held out her hand for you to take and she took you into the kitchen.

"What else has your mom said about me?" She asked while getting you and herself a glass of water.

"I heard her talk to one of her friends when I was meant to be asleep she said something about how she would love to be eaten by you."

Natasha choked on her water when she heard you say that.

"Natty why would my mommy want you to eat her? People don't eat each other that's gross."

Natasha tried her best to hide her laughter behind her glass.

"She also said to her friend that she loves watching you train and she would love to see you without training clothes or any clothes on. I don't know what kind of clothes she would like to see you in."

Natasha couldn't contain her laughter any longer.

"Why are you laughing Natty?"

"No reason sweetie." She tried to contain her laughter as best as possible

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For the rest of the time, you were showing Natasha all of your stuffed toys well the ones that you were allowed to keep downstairs. Then Wanda walked in

She was wearing a red dress, black high heels and one of Natasha's leather jackets.

The smile on Natasha's face grew even wider when she saw Wanda

"You look so beautiful." Natasha walked over to Wanda and kissed her on the cheek.

"Thank you. So do you." Wanda responded, "anyway what have my favourite girls been talking about?"

"We have been talking about all my stuffies and my pictures oh and you mommy." You told her.

"Oh, really and what have you both been saying about me?"

Natasha whispered in Wanda's ear "About how you want to see me with no clothes on and you want me to eat you."

Wanda's face instantly turned the same colour as her dress "I'm so sorry about that." Wanda whispered back.

Thankfully the doorbell went just in time before you could ask any more questions.

"Can you answer the door sweetie that will be Pietro?" Wanda asked you.

You nodded and left as you were walking you could hear your mom and Natasha laughing.

You were so distracted by talking to Pietro that you didn't notice your mom and Natasha walk up to you.

"Bye baby." Wanda kissed your cheek. "Now you be good for uncle Pietro. I love you so much."

"Love you, mommy. Bye Natty." You waved them goodbye.

"Bye, sweetie." Natasha waved back to you

"Have fun you two," Pietro said also waving them goodbye.

"Oh, we will," Natasha replied with a smirk on her face which resulted in getting a slap on the arm from Wanda.

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[castawaycat]

A Soul for a Soul: Chapter 3- The Fall to Save Humanity

Summary: Y/n finds herself having to make a difficult but easy decision that will effect all of humanity.

Author's Note: All I have to say is that you may want to grab some tissues for this chapter and a teddy or stuffie for comfort.

You groaned as you felt nauseous the moment you landed on the ground. Thankfully your mom and Clint still had no idea that you were with them. On shaking legs you stood up and took a look at the giant mountain in front of you. 

Man, I should not have skipped out on leg day. You thought to yourself as you silently beat yourself up. It was going to be a challenge to maintain the power of being invisible as you exerted yourself up the mountain. 

“Really starting to regret my choice here.” Clint panted as he realized that they had only climbed about midway up the mountain. 

“Yeah. I’m gonna bet the raccoon didn’t have to climb a mountain.” Natasha said as she chuckled at the thought of Rocket. 

“I don’t think technically he’s a raccoon…” Clint said as he tried to make small talk to distract from the pain in his calves. 

“Whatever. He eats garbage-” Nat said as they both laughed as they continued to climb. 

It took everything inside of you not to laugh at the banter between your mom and Uncle Clint. Clint and his family were really close to your mama Nat since they had been friends for years. You loved seeing their interactions with each other. 

You could see the exhaustion and sadness in their faces as things got quiet as they didn’t know what to expect at the top of the mountain. Uncle Clint seemed darker and more lost in his head; you had overheard that his whole family was taken in the blip and that he had done really bad things to deal with the pain of losing everyone. You just wanted to hug him and tell him that things would be okay; but you didn’t even know if things would be okay. 

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You, Clint, and Natasha all looked up when you all heard a deep voice talking to you. The figure was hooded and felt ominous. 

“Who are you?” Natasha asked the hooded figure. She did not have a good feeling about everything.

“Consider me a guide. To you, and to all who seek the Soul Stone.” 

“Great. You show us where it is, and we’ll be on our way.” Nat said as she still had her weapon drawn at the figure wearing black robes. 

The figure removed his hood revealing himself as the Red Skull, “if only it was that easy…” 

You brought your stuffie up to your chest as you tried to figure out what the Red Skull was implying. Why was everyone making such a big deal about these stones?

“What you seek lies in front of you. As does what you fear.” Red Skull said as he pointed a single boney finger down towards a well. 

“The stone is down there?” Nat asked as she looked towards the well. She didn’t understand why the Red Skull was speaking as if he was a narrator for a secret mission in a video game. 

“For one of you. For the other…” He said as he smiled as he could see the wheels in their heads begin to piece his words together. “The Stone demands a sacrifice. In order to take it, you must leave behind that which you love. A soul for a soul.” 

You were the first to understand what he had meant and you began to feel panicked. One of them was going to have to die in order to get that stupid soul stone. You didn’t want your mama Nat or Uncle Clint to die. You could hear Clint argue with your mama as you left them behind you, you had begun making your way towards the edge of the cliff. 

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“If we don’t get the stone, billions of people are going to stay dead.” Natasha said as she looked at her best friend. Exhaustion and sadness shone through her beautiful features. 

“Then I guess we both know who it has to be.” Clint said matter of factly. 

They both take each other’s hands into their own as they try to find the right words to say in their final goodbye. 

“I’m starting to think we don’t mean the same person.” Clint said as he held on tighter to Nat’s hand. 

Nat could feel her tears fall down her cheeks, “You think I want to do it? I’m trying to save your life, you idiot. You have a family. Think of Laura and the kids. God, I don’t want to leave y/n and Wanda but Wanda was always better at being a mother. Y/n will be okay and as long as she’s okay and you and everyone else is back, I know that it will all be worth it.” 

“Nat. You know what I’ve done. What I am now. Your life’s worth ten of mine-” Clint said as he begged his best friend to change her mind. He could see the determination in her eyes and he hated it. There was no way that he was going to let her off herself. He didn’t deserve to live, not after all the pain he had caused. 

“I don’t judge people by their worst mistakes.”

“Maybe you should.”

“You didn’t.” 

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You watched as your mama Nat and uncle Clint fought each other to make their way towards the edge of the cliff. Hot tears stung your cheeks as you watched them struggle; you had already made up your mind that they were both going to return back home. 

You couldn’t contain your powers anymore and you felt the invisible force begin to waver. You could feel the ground crumble beneath your feet as you stood right at the edge. 

Natasha and Clint stopped fighting when they heard someone sniffling a few feet from where they were. Their eyes grew wide in surprise and fear as they saw you standing too close to the edge. 

“Y/n! What the hell are you doing here? Baby, get away from the edge!” Natasha screamed as she got up and tried to reach you. 

You shook your head as you held out your hands, “no. I’m not going to let either of you die. Mama, I love you. Tell mommy Wanda that I love her and that I’m sorry.” You gave your mom a sad smile as you used the last of your powers to push yourself off the ledge of the cliff. 

“No!!! Y/n!” Natasha sobbed as she jumped into action along with Clint. She had managed to grab onto your stuffie’s hand that you were holding onto. “Please hold on, y/n. Don’t let go, baby.” 

You looked up sadly at your mom, “it’s okay, mama. Thank you for being my mama. Let go, please.” You knew that your mom wasn’t going to willingly let you go. You had gotten your stubbornness from her. 

Natasha could see determination and fierce bravery in your eyes and she swore under her breath, she didn’t want to lose you. “No, I won’t let go. Just hold on. Please. I can’t lose you.” She pleaded with you as she tried to pull you up. She could feel Clint holding onto her so that she would have a better grip on you. 

“Whatever it takes.” You whispered as you took a deep breath and let go of the arm of your favorite stuffie. You could hear your mom scream and cry for you as your body made its way down. Images of your life surrounded by your moms came to mind and you found comfort in the memories. There was no pain as your body slammed into the ground. Everything went blank in your mind as the world of Vormir turned white. 

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Natasha sobbed as she felt like her whole world had crumbled. She needed her wife Wanda. She needed you. She didn’t want to believe that you were truly gone. All she had left was the tiny stuffed animal that you had brought with you. It was a reminder to her that you had just been a  child… a reminder that her innocent baby had been the price to pay. 

Guilt and sorrow surrounded the two avengers as they felt the weight of your sacrifice. 

Nat opened her eyes as she realized that they had been transported down to the base of the mountain and they were sitting in a small pool of water. The water was a clear reflection of the sky, if things weren’t so sad and twisted, it would be a beautiful sight to behold. 

Empty and hollow sobs escaped her throat as she watched the golden soul stone wash up and land into her waiting hand.

Author's Note: I promise this isn't the last chapter in this short story. I am currently working on the last few chapters.

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I just thought of a really really angsty mom!WandaNat x daughter!Reader idea if you like it.

So, Nat and R go to vormir, and R sacrifices herself. The team brings everybody(cough cough Wanda cough) back and defeat Thanos. After the fight, Wanda starts looking for R, and Nat has to tell her what happened.

Like I said, really, really angsty. If you don’t like it, feel free to ignore! Hope you’re doing well!

Hey nonnie!! Thanks for your requestt!! Here it is, hope you like it. Mwah <3

Not in the future

A/n: My requests are open. Feel free to share and I will try and write it as soon as possible :>

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Everything was in a black box and you were the only one present. You were in it again. Predicting the future.

If someone would look at you, you would look like you were having a nightmare. Trashing around the bed, streaks of sweats running down your face, heavy breathing, and little whimpers coming out your mouth.

But inside your mind, it was all quiet and only you were around.

Suddenly the black setting change into a hue of purple. Snow was suddenly present and you see you and your mom touching foreheads. To anyone, it would be like somebody was lost. But this was different someone is lost and then it seems like there's another.

Suddenly the redhead woman attacked you. Wincing in despair of not wanting to hurt you. You watched as everything unfold. Natasha jumped on the cliff and the other you cried about the loss of another mother.

You jolt onto the bed, tears springing out of your eyes without your control. You didn't want it to happen again. You don't want another loss of a mother. You didn't want to feel the space in your heart that your mama left when her body dusted in the wind.

~~~

You were here now, the happenings in your dreams were now present in your eyes.

Your mother frequently asked if you guys would have your family back again. If in the future you, Wanda, and she are complete.

You said, "Yes, mom. We're gonna be a happy family again. I promise."

You assures your mom and did not leave her with a single thing to suspect. And now you're here hanging loosely in the arms of your mom, begging her to let go.

"No y/n, you promised." she croaked out, keeping her tears at bay but failing.

"Mom let me go," you said. "It's okay" you assured her like how you assured her when she asked about the future.

Natasha's grip tightened more, even when her armed almost gonna be sore, she holds on.

You knew she wouldn't let you go so you pushed yourself free.

~~~

The redhead couple hugged. One out of relief of seeing the other and one with the despair of losing another.

"Nat, where is our daughter?" Wanda asked. Natasha could only cry in her partners arms.

"She— She's gone," she cried out, falling limp in her arms. "I'm so— it's my fault— I am so— Wanda I'm so sorry" she sobbed.

"Wha— What happened?" Wanda confusingly asked. Her partner only sobbed more saying mantras that it was all her fault.

Wanda read her mind and everything went in like a flash. You push yourself off and mouth the words I love you that Natasha didn't see.

With the use of the magic of Wanda in Natasha's mind. A mix of yours went to both of their minds.

"Hey, mom and mama. If you're seeing this I'm dead. Isn't it funny how I should be there with you right now? Psh it ain't funny I'm sorry" you chuckled.

"Mom and Mama I'm very thankful for everything that you did for me. To the life, you gave that is—" you cut yourself off. "Was full of love and understanding"

"I'm sorry I broke my promise, mom. I don't wanna see another parent dying in my arms. Mom thank you for spoiling me with your kisses and cuddles when everything is hard for me. Mama thank you for cooking me meals every day and making sure that I gave you the right amount of kisses before going to school. But most of all thank you for being present in my life and thank you for choosing me to be your daughter. I love you both 3000 and 1 every day for the rest of my life. I'm sorry."

Natasha closed her eyes in despair of seeing you again and she hated the fact that she couldn't say goodbye. Wanda froze in her spot not wanting to come back to a world without you. Her sunshine.

"I love you too, y/n/n. I'm gonna get you back" she whispered in the air.

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Forgiveness ~ (Insanity Part 2)

Mom!wanda x daughter!reader

Description: This is a part 2 of Insanity

Warnings: can't sleep, wanda described as evil, angst, death mentioned,

Story Type: blurb?

A/N:

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The picture of her mother about to kill America was replaying in Y/N's mind as she rolls restlessly in bed. Steven Strange gave America Chavez and Y/N a place to sleep in his home. They are sharing a room, which is nice. Y/N doesn't feel to lonely.

After Y/N's mother, the scarlet witch (aka Wanda Maximoff), realized her mistakes she destroyed the throne. Now Y/N lies in bed wondering if Wanda is okay or not. What if her mother is dead? How is Y/N to know?

Warm tears make their way down Y/N's cheeks. She rolls around trying to become comfortable, but to no avail. She throws her blanket off in aggravation. Y/N then climbs down from the top bunk, quietly so she doesn't wake America, and swiftly leaves the room. Y/N walks down the steps and goes to Strange's kitchen, pouring a glass of water. As she lifts the glass to take a drink, a voice from behind her says: "Its a bit late to be out if bed, eh?"

Y/N jumps, nearly spilling all the water. She turns around to face the male voice. The dark figure lurking behind is none other than Dr Steven Strange, the man who brought you to life- again.

"Is my mom alright?" Y/N's voice seemed to bounce of the walls, which made the silence after all the more deadly. "If she's dead you can tell me, I am a big girl."

"I don't think she's dead. She's strong."

"She's scary." Y/N admits, remembering the vicious look in the red heads eyes. Y/N had never seen her mother so blood thirsty, and it frightened the girl. She knew it was all for a good purpose but still, how can she see Wanda the same way? Her sweet mother who used to bake cookies with Y/N when Y/N had bad days? And who was open and honest with Y/N when she was sad? And who would watch movies with Y/N when the kids at school were mean to her? Wanda was the perfect mom! Y/N can't imagine her brainwashing an entire town or killing an innocent teen girl.

"She's lost control. I know you know that it was all out of love, but you don't really realise. Wanda didn't mean to make this big of a mess, all she wants is a family. You. Not to hurt people, or rule the world, or hurt innocent girls. She just wanted to find you. You were her everything, so when she lost you she had nothing. No lover, no brother, no parents, her team was ripped apart by Thanos, the government wants to track everything she does, the list goes on. But even after all that, she had you. Her pride and joy. But she lost you. And she had nothing left. Nothing. She was completely alone, with all this power." As the doctor speaks, Y/N tries to wrap her mind around it all.

"I need to speak to my mom."

"Well, we don't know where she is or even if she's okay." Strange says, trying to calm the young girl down. But Y/N spoke again in certainty:

"I need to find my mom."

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Heaven of Peace

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Daughter!reader

OC: None

Warnings: None

Words: 669

The circumstances of your arrival at the cabin seemed especially strange to you. Your memories of life before moving there seemed so fuzzy that you were convinced it was all a figment of your imagination. As if your life began in this small cabin. The cabin was isolated from everything, other dwellings, people, and civilization in general.

The singing of the birds and the distant hum of the nearby towns seemed to be your only connection to other human beings. Sometimes the desire to explore what lay beyond the woods became so strong that it became a source of conflict with your mother.

She tried in every way possible to keep you away from it, to protect you from the pain that comes with relationships and interacting with other people. But, the lack of contact with outsiders began to have the opposite effect of what Wanda wanted. You eventually ventured beyond your mother's imposed boundaries. Awakened at dawn by the usual singing of a nightingale in the midst of building its nest, the sun peeking over the horizon irresistibly drew you away from the forbidden. One last look at Wanda, asleep on the couch of the small cabin after another night of vigilance, and you crossed the threshold. The feeling of doing something forbidden made the outside even more mysterious and your senses seemed to be multiplied.

Once the cabin was out of your sight, a feeling of anxiety settled over you. A lesser panic than the taste of adventure born several weeks earlier. The trees seemed identical to each other, no path was drawn among the plants marking Wanda's ingenuity in the installation of the cabin.

Nature was still evolving all around you, but less confidently than usual. The birds were still singing but they did not linger in the trees and the sound of cars and human life seemed to intensify as you advanced. The assurance you took with each step forward was suddenly shaken by an ominous and unknown sound. A sound like that of a horn, echoing through the leaves of the trees and frightening the few birds that had come to gather small branches. So you tried to look around to find out where the sound was coming from, and voices began to rise. They were incomprehensible, but from the sound they made, you were convinced they were hunting something... or someone.

Terror then took hold of you. You had no idea what was going on or who these people were. So you began to run in the opposite direction to the sounds, not knowing where you were going. The voices were still audible, seeming to draw closer as you advanced. Tripping over a tree trunk, you scraped your knees. On getting up, you noticed that the voices were becoming louder and louder.

Suddenly, a group of men emerged from the trees. They all carried strangely imposing weapons made of metal and wood. Quickly, you found yourself surrounded, by nowhere to go. Realizing your danger, you began to scream for help, but no one answered. The hunters were getting closer and closer, and you started to cry. You were sure you were going to die. Suddenly, a bright, scarlet light shone in the forest, and the hunters stopped in their tracks. They all began to back away, obviously afraid of what was before them.

The Scarlet Witch appeared surrounded by purple. She had heard the cries and had not waited a single second before coming to the rescue of her daughter. Everything happened very quickly, in just a few moments, most of the hunters were either unconscious on the ground or had run away without asking for their rest. And suddenly, the forest regained its calm. You ran into your mother's arms, and Wanda held you very tightly.

"It's okay," said Wanda, stroking your hair softly. "You're safe now."

You nodded, relieved. Wanda smiled and took your hand, and together you returned to the cabin, finding the safety of home, your heaven of peace.

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Our Heart | WandaNat x Daughter (Masterlist)

Max has the most amazing moms. They are loving, compassionate, empathetic, selfless, and affectionate. When Max meets Jay, she falls in love. Jay is not what he seems. Max needs to find the courage to ask her moms for help. But she doesn't want to burden them. Maybe one cry for help will let them know that their sweet girl is hurting.

This story speaks on domestic violence and my own take on it. It will be referenced throughout the story. I'm new to fanfic and love reading it. I thought the best way to read what I want was to write it! Thanks for reading! I hope you like it.

This is also on Wattpad under my username emlovesmarvel.

This series is ONGOING.

Chapter 1 - Fall. Favorite Season?

Chapter 2 - Let’s Back Up

Chapter 3 - Back to It

Chapter 4 - Pumpkin Patch

Chapter 5 - Halloween Night

Chapter 6 - Nightmare

Chapter 7 - Upward & Onward

Chapter 8 - Pain, Pain, & More Pain

Chapter 9 - Hot dogs, Lucky & Kate?

Chapter 10 -

Chapter 11 -

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Wanda is R's mother

R gets assigned to Natasha's classroom. And has trouble getting used to her Mommy's girlfriend being her teacher.

The teacher

Y/N: 5 years old ——————————

NO ONE'S POV "Y/N, come on. We don't have all day. I need to go to work" Wanda sighs, attempting to get her daughter out of the car.

"Nooo" Y/N cries out, holding tightly onto her car seat while Wanda's trying to lift her up again.

Ignoring her daughter's cries, Wanda finally manages to get Y/N out of the car, carrying her to the classroom.

Natasha furrows her brows when she sees her girlfriend appear in the classroom, immediately standing up and walking to her.

"Hi, is everything okay?" She asks, noticing Y/N's pout, puffy eyes and wet cheeks. "Oh no, what happened, Y/N/N?" She asks softly, placing her hand on Y/N's back, only for Y/N to push her hand away.

"That wasn't nice, Y/N. What do you say to Natasha?" Wanda raises an eyebrow.

"I'm sorry, Natasha" Y/N mumbles out.

"That's okay" Natasha smiles at the little girl, not receiving a smile back as she normally would.

It's been only a few days since Y/N started going to school, but ever since then her relationship with Natasha has only gotten worse. She loves Natasha, she's her second favorite person after her mommy, but she still can't accept the fact that her mommy's girlfriend is her teacher for the next few years.

"Alright, honey. Have a good day" Wanda stands Y/N on the ground, giving her a smile even though the little girl is just pouting with her arms crossed over her chest.

Wanda lets out a sigh and just kisses her daughter's forehead before telling her girlfriend goodbye and leaving the classroom.

Natasha glances at the little girl with concern. She would want nothing more than to comfort her, but she knows too well that it would only get worse, so she just leaves the tiny troublemaker alone.

Meanwhile Y/N's now sitting on her seat in the first row, wishing she would be taller so she could sit in the back of the classroom.

Natasha knows Y/N's upset, but when the lesson starts and Y/N doesn't do anything else than staring out of the window she knows she needs to have a talk with her.

"Y/N, can you come here for a moment?" Natasha asks softly right after the first lesson ends and gets a shake of a head from the little girl.

"Alright" The redhead sighs to herself and makes her way over to Y/N. "No, go away, Natasha" Y/N whines, her little eyes filling with tears. "Don't want to talk to you" She pouts, looking up at the redhead who's a little clueless about what to do.

She wants to comfort the tiny girl, but that could result into a meltdown and Natasha definitely doesn't want that. Or she can just let it be and have a talk with Y/N back home.

She decides to leave the talk at home and goes back to her desk, checking Y/N up every now and then to make sure she's alright.

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When the endless school day finally comes to an end and all of the children leave with their parents, besides Y/N as she's going home with Natasha of course, the redhead walks to Y/N's desk where the little girl keeps sitting.

"Sweetheart, let's go home, yeah?" She says softly with a smile.

"Want mommy to come for me" Y/N mumbles out, not looking at the woman in front of her.

"Honey, mommy is still at work you know that" Natasha sighs, knowing this won't be as easy as she thought it would be. "Do you want to tell me what got you so upset today, bubs?" She tries only to get a shake of a head in response.

"… How about we stop at ice cream on the way home, hm? Would that make you feel better?" Natasha knows this never fails, Y/N just can't say no to ice cream and luckily for Natasha, it works this time too and she gets a small nod from the little trouble.

Y/N jumps down from her chair and follows Natasha out of the classroom, and to the car. Natasha sighs in relief when Y/N's secured in the backseat and she's sitting behind the wheel.

Just like Natasha promised, she drives them to Y/N's favorite ice cream parlor. That makes Y/N smile for the first time today, especially when she gets her favorite flavor.

Now both girls are sitting on the bench nearby the ice cream parlor, Y/N's swinging her legs and happily eating her ice cream while Natasha's watching her with a soft smile.

"Now, how about you tell me what's going on, honey?" Natasha asks just when Y/N finishes the sweet treat.

"Nothing" The little girl mumbles out, avoiding any possible eye-contact with the redhead.

"You know I can tell when you're lying, sweetheart" Natasha raises an eyebrow on which Y/N lets out a sigh. "You can tell me anything, you know that, sweetheart"

"… I don't like that you're my teacher" The tiny girl mumbles out quietly, hoping Natasha didn't hear it.

"Why so, sweetheart?" The redhead asks softly, placing her hand on Y/N's back and giving her back a little rub to comfort her.

"You're my mommy's girlfriend" Y/N says, finally looking up at Natasha.

"I am, and you and I are really good friends, aren't we? Isn't it fun we get to spend more time together?" Natasha smiles, trying to cheer up the little troublemaker.

"It's weird" Y/N pouts, so Natasha playfully pouts back and boops Y/N's nose which finally causes a giggle from the little girl.

"It has some benefits, I can help you with homework" Natasha teases which catches Y/N's attention.

"Really?" Y/N asks curiously.

"Of course, but only if you promise me there won't be any more tears before school" Natasha raises an eyebrow playfully, earning a nod from the tiny Maximoff.

"I promise, Natty" Y/N smiles, making Natasha smile back.

"Good. Should we go home and watch a cartoon together before mommy comes back home from work?" Natasha smiles, running her fingers through Y/N's hair, earning an immediate nod.

And that's how Wanda finds them when she comes home, her two favorite girls cuddled up on the couch, watching Y/N's favorite cartoon. Wanda surely can't wait to join her girls for a movie night and cuddles.

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Masterlist

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Shadows master list.

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[katethewriter]

Meet the Fam!

Summary: Natasha and Wanda have 8 children, and they love them all 25/8. 25 hours a day/8 days a week. This is an introduction to the series and this family.

Pairing: Wanda x Natasha, parents!WandaNat x daughter!reader

Words: 5.5k~

Warnings: NON CANON AU, mentions of child abuse, child neglect, and child abandonment, a very sick baby girl, emergency birth, I get a little long winded, but what’s new?

Not really a warning, just a heads up: This series obviously has A LOT of original characters, specifically child original characters. If oc’s aren’t really your thing, this one may not be for you.

Let me know if I missed some!

A/N: I had a lot of fun brainstorming and world building for this one, so I decided to share a little bit of background information before we jump into the real fic. This one is oc heavy, so I felt the need to really introduce them, so I chose to do so in headcanon/brainstorming format 🙃 Also, this is a non canon AU, so I also felt the need to give you a tidbit of WandaNat’s back ground before all the kiddos came along. Some of these are longer than others and that’s just because I felt those needed a bit explaining for context. Tell me what you think and if you want more!

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Meet the Maximoff-Romanoff’s!

Starting with moms:

Wanda Django Maximoff-Romanoff

daughter of Olek and Iryna Maximoff

twin sister of Pietro Maximoff

wife of Natasha

born in Sokovia

Her family moved to New York when she was a teenager because her father had a job opportunity.

Her mother decided to open a rather small restaurant to serve food from her country proudly.

and she does well.

Wanda starts off helping in the front of house with her brother

Eventually, she moves to the kitchen where she really learns to shine. She soaks up everything her mother has to teach her.

Once she has mastered everything on the current menu, she starts experimenting. Creating completely new dishes or taking her own Sokovian spin on traditional American foods.

Before long she is teaching her mother new recipes almost weekly. These are then added to the menu.

The restaurant really starts to thrive, pulling people from all of the city into their little hole in the wall, after a year or two of this.

Wanda is about to turn 18 and finish school. She makes a decision to continue her education at a culinary school.

She learns fast and quickly becomes a star pupil.

She gets her degree and returns to New York and helps her parents build the restaurant even further.

They do so well that they can move locations to a much larger venue, and they continue to grow in popularity and prestige. They offer authentic Sokovian food to a community that hasn’t really experienced before, along with Wanda’s masterful creations that blended well know dishes with Sokovian cuisine.

Eventually, her parents decide to take a step back. They still work in the restaurant when needed, but the management and ownership is passed to Wanda.

It’s hers. She owns it. She owns her own restaurant. It’s a dream come true.

The only thing she’s ever wanted more than this is a family of her own,

and soon enough she gets that too.

One night after most of the diners had left, Pietro drags Wanda to the front to introduce her to a friend of his.

Her brother tells her the man’s name, but Wanda doesn’t hear it. She’s too busy trying so hard not to embarrass herself in front of the gorgeous red haired woman sitting at the table with him.

After a short conversation, Wanda excuses herself and turns back to the kitchen mentally kicking herself the whole way.

“Stop it, Wanda. They were clearly on a date. She’s probably straight, so you have no chance.”

She only makes it halfway, and she is stopped by a smooth voice that makes her want to drop her panties.

She turns to find the red head smoothly introducing herself and asking for her number.

‘Natasha, a beautiful name for an even more a beautiful woman,’ Wanda thinks.

She accepts, and the rest is history.

They fall in love and get married in the city. Their families blend seamlessly. It’s almost too good to be true.

They live in the city. Wanda continues to run the restaurant, while Nat patrols.

Wanda always wanted a large family, not really as large of a family that she ended up with, but she wouldn’t change it for the world.

She carries and births 5 of their 8 children: Lena, PJ, Alex, Tommy and Billy.

When she is pregnant with the first set of twins, her and Nat make the decision to move out of the city. They buy a 5 bedroom up state.

Wanda decides to step back from the restaurant to focus on the babies for a while.

She still owns and manages it from afar, but she has a great staff, talented chefs, loyal managers, and a dedicated team to keep the restaurant on its feet and living up to reputation Wanda had built.

After Y/n and Alex are born and grow to the age they need to be in a daycare for most of the day, Wanda feels the need to get out and do something.

She receives an offer to teach at a local culinary school, and she jumps at the opportunity

She absolutely loves it.

Teaching other people as passionate about cooking as she is, watching their skills grow is exhilarating.

With the restaurant and teaching, Wanda feels a sense of peace that she can support her family and continue to support her family as it grows.

and grows and grows and grows

Natasha Alianovna Maximoff-Romanoff

the adopted daughter of Melina and Alexei Romanoff

older sister of Yelena

she was born in Russia

Her birth parents were killed in a car crash when she was very young, and she was sent to an orphanage for girls, The Red Room.

She was there for a few years before she met a little girl named Yelena, a girl much younger than her who just looked scared.

Natasha comforted and cared for her and continued to do so for a year.

It was then a man and woman came in looking to begin their family.

They were taken by Yelena. They spoke to her and played with her before picking her up.

The blonde girl looked frantically for the older girl with fury red hair, but she had gone to steal a snack from the kitchen for Yelena.

Natasha hears screaming and rushes to where she left Yelena.

Two strangers are walking towards the door with her little sister Yelena.

The blonde thrashes in their arms until she’s eventually released and runs straight to Natasha gripping her tightly.

The two of them had become very close, near inseparable.

and that was lowering their chances of being adopted. No one wants to take in two kids.

The strangers leave, and Natasha thinks that she just cost Yelena a good life with those two could have been parents.

but that chance was lost forever.

Until only a week later, when they return with an interest in both girls.

Natasha is 8 when she is adopted along with her official little sister.

They lived in Russia for a few years before moving all the way to Ohio. They stayed there for the rest of Natasha’s childhood.

Her mother Melina taught psychology at a local university. Her father became a police officer.

Somehow both Natasha and her sister decide to follow in his footsteps and become police officers as well.

Eventually Natasha decides to leave the suburban life to move to New York. She works and makes connections.

One day a friend of hers and fellow officer, Steve asks her to try a restaurant that is supposed to be amazing.

“A friend of mine is the owner’s brother; he can get us in.”

The food definitely lives up to the hype.

Natasha is already thinking of when she can come back next when a man approaches the table with a woman in tow.

The most breathtaking woman Natasha has ever seen.

Steve introduces the brother, Pietro, and he introduces his sister the head chef and owner of the restaurant.

Nat compliments the food and gets only a quiet thanks but a completely genuine smile in response.

As the woman, Wanda, walks back to the kitchen, Nat feels like she’s losing her chance.

She quickly chases her down and introduces herself properly and goes for it. By the grace of whatever god there is above, the chef accepts, and Natasha will be forever grateful she did.

She adores Wanda more and more with every interaction.

They get married and decide to start a family of their own.

Unlike her wife, Natasha has always wanted a family as large as they have.

She wanted carry children, to form new lives inside her and love them with every thing she had.

However, she carried and birthed only 1 of their 8 children.

Y/n is a miracle child. One they thought they had lost before she got a chance at conception, but she was there, hiding in plain sight.

The pregnancy that followed was a typical one more or less.

excluding the fact that her wife was also pregnant at the time.

Twice the cravings, twice the mood swings, twice the hormones and the sex drive to go with it.

Pregnancy sex is much harder to accomplish when both members have swollen stomachs.

All goes well until an emergency c-section was performed and Natasha was rushed into surgery.

When she wakes, the first thing she thinks is that she misses her baby. Her flat stomach evidence that her ride along is no longer riding along.

She instantly misses holding the child inside her. She’ll just have to convince Wanda to have a fifth child, so she can carry again.

Nat looks up to find Wanda with red eyes and a terrified expression. She can’t help but think the worst.

Her baby is gone.

“no no no no no no, please no”

Wanda quickly jumps up quelling her fears, Y/n ok, she’s here and healthy, but there was more.

“Nat, I had to make a decision.”

She explains what happened, the complication, the possible outcomes

“It was your uterus or your life.”

Wanda knows how much carrying children meant to her wife, and she had taken that from her.

Nat grieved for a moment.

Her only consistent dream in life was to fall in love and carry children.

That option is now gone

but if the other possibility was Natasha missing out on life with her wife and children, she knew Wanda made the right choice.

She carried Y/n.

She fulfilled that dream. Now, to love them for the rest of her life.

“She is ok?”

“She’s fine. Healthy and so beautiful, lyubov. She has your hair.”

Nat smiles, “that’s all that matters to me.”

She kisses her wife without a drop of resentment in her heart.

She eventually goes back on the job and just watches her children grow.

They all have different personalities, likes and dislikes.

Natasha’s favorite is when she watches them find their passion and chase it.

…now for the kiddos

Lena Iryna Maximoff-Romanoff

17 years old

one of “the big twins”

Natasha and Wanda’ very first born child

the biological daughter of Wanda and a male donor

born 18 mins before her twin Pietro

Named after her Aunt Yelena

At the age of two, she saw an old home video of Natasha dancing ballet in a recital and begged to dance like her.

She began lessons at the age of three and has danced till this day. She improves more and more with every year.

She’s very talented.

As a junior in high school, she has been recruited to dance in college even a professional ballet company showed interest in her.

However, she wants to be a lawyer.

specifically a family lawyer after witnessing the adoptions of two of her little siblings first hand

She has the grades for it. She’s not in the very top of her class, but she is not far below them.

In true first kid fashion, when she’s not dancing or studying? she is probably helping with the little kids.

not because her moms force her to

They would never force her to.

She just likes looking after them.

Once she and PJ are old enough to drive, she often times acts as a school bus picking up her siblings on her way home, after her ballet rehearsals of course.

When moms say “the big twins are in charge”

…what they mean is “Lena is in charge.”

and everyone knows it but PJ.

Pietro Leonid Maximoff-Romanoff

17 years old

“PJ”

one of the “big twins”

biological son of Wanda and a male donor

He was born 18 mins after his sister, and it kills him.

He’s named after his Uncle Pietro, but everyone calls him PJ.

It started as a family joke.

As soon as the twins were born, everyone got confused calling them both Pietro.

So little Pietro became Pietro Jr around family.

No one really knows when it got shortened to PJ, but it’s stuck ever since.

He’s a pretty calm child,

but he can be a rascal when he wants to be.

April fool’s day is his favorite day of the year.

He won’t admit it, but his little brother Alex is his best friend and often coconspirator.

He is currently a junior in high school. He does well in school, not as well as his twin, but still above average, and he’s ok with that.

Like his uncle Pietro he’s fast

like really fast

which is a huge help when he plays soccer. He finally got moved up to varsity his junior year,

and he is PUMPED about it.

He’s not really sure what he wants to do after graduation. Whether to go to college or a trade school.

If he goes to college, he has no idea what he would want to study?

Sifting through the options can be a little overwhelming.

but moms reassure him that he’s only a junior.

“There’s plenty of time to think about it.”

Y/n Alianovna Maximoff-Romanoff

15 years old

the only biological child of Natasha

They were fortunately able to use the same donor as the twins.

Originally, they thought the implantation didn’t take. Months later they learned that Natasha was in fact pregnant.

because it’s the same donor, she’s technically a half-sibling with her brothers and sister,

but she’s definitely a whole sibling you know what I mean?

lovingly nicknamed by her moms as their “secret agent”

due to her inexplicable ability to fly under the radar… since conception, literally.

Only four months older than her brother, Alex

technically making them “Irish twins”

but she’s a year ahead of him in school.

Her birthday falls just before the age cut off date between the grades. So she’s the youngest of her class, and he’s among the older in his.

Now a sophomore in high school, her grades are average, mostly because she dedicates so much of her time to music.

She is arguably the quietest out of all her siblings, with the exception of maybe Max.

except when she’s practicing her violin.

When Y/n was three, her moms asked her if she wanted to dance ballet like Lena. She just shrugged, and they let it go.

When Y/n is four, her sister Lena begged to go see a real ballet.

So moms took Y/n along too, thinking if she saw the dancers that might convince her.

While her moms and sister watched the dancers, Y/n was solely focused on the orchestra pit.

After that every time she got to pick music in the car, she asked for “ballet music” (of course, her moms knew exactly what she meant).

When she learned the names of all the instruments, her answer quickly changed to “violins please.”

For her 5th birthday she gets her first violin, she began lessons.

After 10 years of playing, she is good.

like really really good

not because she’s a prodigy or anything

She’s good because she wants to be, so she works hard for it.

Y/n practices all the time.

To the point that her siblings start to complain, especially when she first started.

As much as they hate to think it, it got a little frustrating for her moms too.

So they ask her to practice in the basement to cancel a bit of the noise.

She spends so much time down there, that when she’s 10, they redecorate the basement and turn it into Y/n’s new bedroom.

She absolutely loves it.

Lena is trying to convince Y/n to play for one of her ballet recital solos. Of course Y/n is gonna say yes, she looks up to her big sister too much not to.

Between how much time she spends in her room practicing and how quiet she can be and the whole “secret agent” thing she’s got going on, she’s prone to slipping through the cracks in terms of attention from her moms.

but Wanda and Natasha make a conscious effort to keep that from happening every chance they can.

Alexei Lev Maximoff-Romanoff

15 years old

“Alex”

biological son of Wanda and the same donor as his older siblings

He’s named after Natasha’s father, but he goes by Alex for similar to reasons to PJ.

Conceived at a point when everyone believed Natasha was not pregnant, he’s only four months younger than his sister.

So together they are kinda like Wanda and Nat’s second set of twins

…except also not.

The one thing to know about Alex, is that he is a class clown.

The class clown of all class clowns

The Class Clown King, if you will

Since he was very little, he’s always trying to make people laugh.

So much so, that it tended to get him in trouble at school with an ill-timed or disruptive joke.

Though now that he is in high school, he has managed to bring his number of detentions down to one a semester.

Only a freshman and he’s trying to start a comedy club at school.

His joking spirit is why he so easily agrees to many of PJ’s practical jokes. Sharing a room with his older brother makes their scheming even easier.

When he’s not in school or trying to make someone laugh, he likes to swim in the local swim league.

He’s not the fastest, but he manages to keep up.

Max Samuel Maximoff-Romanoff

12 years old

originally born Maxwell Jonathan Samuels VI (the sixth)

adopted by Wanda and Natasha when he is two years old

When they adopted him, they decided to keep the name he knew, except changing his middle name to a shortened version of his original last name.

not to honor his parents(you’ll see why in a second), but as more of an homage to all of the Samuels family line that made it possible for Max to even be alive today.

They weren’t exactly trying to add to their family at the time, but this little guy practically fell in their laps,

and then immediately into their hearts as well.

Nat first met Max when she and her partner at the time took a call to his house for a domestic dispute.

While trying to deescalate the situation with the man and woman, Natasha noticed a very young child watching the whole thing.

By his size, he couldn’t be but maybe a year or year and a half old max (pun intended).

He was a bit dirty which was a bit of a red flag, but between PJ and Alex, she knows how little boys can be. She decides to give his parents the benefit of the doubt on it.

Natasha’s partner took care of the parents, and she took care of little man.

First thing she noticed is that he was so sweet.

He smiled when she picked him up and played with her for a couple hours while the whole ordeal was settled and a next of kin came to pick him up.

She was called out to that address twice more.

Once for a suspicion of hard substance abuse which ended up being unfounded at the time, but the condition of the house had greatly deteriorated.

Natasha found Max alone in his room with a handful of bruises in multiple stages of healing. He was a little dirty and very hungry.

With not enough evidence to do anything more, they had to leave, but Nat put in a report to child services immediately.

She was called out there again only a few weeks later when a woman called in saying she found a missing child. A stranger found Max in only a diaper completely alone wandering outside in the street.

The blessed woman scooped him up out of harms way and sat with him on the sidewalk until police showed up.

When Natasha pulls up, he somehow recognizes her from the previous two times he’s seen her and immediately runs into her arms.

She scoops him up in a hug and walks him across the street to his house, where she finds both his parents passed out on the couch clearly intoxicated.

While she is happy to see sweet Max again, it’s safe to say Nat’s angry.

She’s absolutely enraged.

She arrests both parents on the spot for child neglect with a suspicion of child abuse (three strikes, am I right?)

Natasha hates to part with the little guy, but he is taken into child services until his parents situation is figured out.

A few months later, Max’s parents where also charged with several drug charges along with the child abuse and neglect charges.

They were found guilty on all and will be in prison for a very, very long time,

and Max was being put up for adoption.

The day she heard that, Natasha went home and after the kids were asleep, she all but begged Wanda to consider.

“He’s the sweetest kid.”

“His parents were screaming at each other in the other room and he was just happy to play with me.”

“He recognized me.”

“He spent all day alone in the sun, but he smiled and ran straight to me.”

“You’d love him, detka.”

It didn’t take much convincing to have her wife agreeing to consider,

and after only one visit with Max, Wanda’s decided he is theirs.

The two mothers spent a few hours playing with the boy inside the child services center.

He ended up falling asleep in Wanda’s arms. She hated the thought of him waking up without them there.

She hated the thought of leaving this building without him even more,

but the visit was over.

Nat and Wanda both kissed his head and whispered to the sleeping boy, assuring they will see him again soon, and one day they’ll be together for good.

Many visits and several weeks later, they finally take him home.

Max’s four older siblings loved him on sight. They all wanted to play with him and fought over who got to sit next to him at the dinner table.

He fits in like he was always meant to be there, because he was.

He is a total snuggle bug which his moms savor before he gets older and reaches out for them less.

However as he grows up and gets more independent, he keeps his sweet nature.

If he sees someone is sad or not feeling well, he always does something to make them smile and feel a little better.

When his little brothers were born, he was moved into the room with his older brothers.

He’s happy because that makes him one of the big kids now!

Like Alex, he likes to swim.

He is definitely the most supportive kid on the team. At swim meets he is constantly running around trying to cheer on all of his friends during their different races.

Now I know no one can know the future, but he’s gonna be a nurse when he grows up.

Trust me on this one.

He knows about his birth parents.

Where they are, why they’re there(as much as a child needs to know and as much as his moms think is appropriate), but he has no memory of them or his adoption.

If he’s asked, he’d probably tell you he’s always been a Maximoff-Romanoff.

Really he was, even before they met him, he belonged with them.

Thomas Ivan Maximoff-Romanoff

7 years old

“Tommy”

one of the “little twins”

biological son of Wanda and a male donor

older twin brother of Billy,

but he’s born only 2 minutes before his brother, so “older twin” doesn’t really mean much here.

If these two had been Natasha and Wanda’s first set of twins, there’s a high possibility they would have been their last kids.

It’s not like they are terrible trouble makers, they are just so rambunctious.

So much energy compacted into so small bodies.

They are the typical set of brothers.

They like to play rough and can be very rowdy. They run around outside and get dirty and catch bugs. Then sometimes, they are so focused on a video game, there is no getting through to them.

The moment Tommy learned to walk, he ran all. the. time.

and he runs fast.

Almost faster than PJ, but unlike his brother, he doesn’t want to really play sports, like soccer or football where speed would be a favorable tool.

No, he doesn’t like the objectives and the rules and trying to get a ball in a net or across a line.

He just likes to run really fast in one direction.

Luckily this year he’s old enough to start running track, which is the perfect extra curricular for him.

Currently he’s in grade school, and he hates when his teachers seem to pay more attention to him than some of the other kids.

“It’s because I’m not as smart as Billy. That’s why they hate me!”

but that’s not true, his moms reassure him.

“You are twins, not clones. You have different strengths, and that is perfectly fine. They just want to help you utilize yours.”

William Olek Maximoff-Romanoff

7 years old

“Billy”

one of the “little twins”

biological son of Wanda and a male donor

younger twin brother of Tommy

It was Natasha who first brought up the idea of having another baby.

The twins were 10, Y/n and Alex were 8, Max was 5,

and suddenly baby fever set in.

“just one more, detka please”

…well “just one more” turned out to be 2 more.

At the first ultrasound, Nat almost passed out much to Wanda’s amusement.

“You knew twins run in my family.”

Just like that their family of 7 became a family of 9.

The older kids, especially Lena, love to help out. “Baby duty” was the only favorable chore.

Very early, they could tell that Billy was smart.

exceptionally smart

As he went through school, this became very apparent.

his scores? highest in the class.

He does extra credit he didn’t need.

Oh, the science fair? He won that.

every year.

He even sometimes sneaks Tommy the answers to their homework when moms aren’t looking. Of course, they notice it every time.

He is one of the strongest players on the chess team.

Nat loves to sit and play chess with him.

When she was first teaching him, she would let him win every now and again. Now, sometimes she has to actually work to keep up with him.

Out of all Wanda’s children, Billy is the one who will never decline to watching sitcoms with her.

When he’s not running around with Tommy, he’s probably hiding somewhere with his nose in a book.

Anastasia Melina Maximoff-Romanoff

3 years old

sometimes referred to as Ana

adopted by Wanda and Natasha when she is only three months old.

Like before, they weren’t looking to have another child.

They were actually against it almost.

7 kids=101 kids, at least that’s what it feels like.

“No more” they agreed.

Then Bruce, a friend of theirs who works as a doctor in the local hospital, asks Wanda to cater an event at the hospital, which her restaurant doesn’t normally do, but for a friend of course she makes an exception.

When she arrives to set up for the event, she goes to find Bruce and he is clearly upset about something.

After some prompting, he begins tell Wanda about the newborn baby girl that was dropped on the steps of the hospital.

She had a cleft lip and a severe lung infection (which she shouldn’t have survived) that will probably leave her with lasting breathing difficulties.

They’ve been treating her for almost 2 months. Her condition is improving, but her lungs are too weak for her to be released.

Worse than that, she is up for adoption, and the process is not going well.

The caseworker assured the hospital that a newborn would be adopted almost immediately, but a month goes by and no one comes.

Not even a case worker has come to visit this tiny girl fighting for her life.

Bruce is so frustrated because he just got off the phone with the caseworker who told him that essentially she’s on the “unwanted list”.

Because of her health issues, she is a less desirable child for adopting parents.

They tell him, these kids usually stay in the system until they age out.

Wanda’s heart drops at the idea of an innocent child never having parents because of a condition that she has no control over.

Bruce shows her a picture of a beautiful baby girl with an oxygen mask and tubes seemingly all over her body. She wears a beanie that is stitched with the name Jane

“How did you know her name?”

Bruce looks down sheepishly, “we don’t… one of the nurses makes them for the Jane Doe’s”

That makes Wanda angry.

She doesn’t even have a name.

After the event, Wanda goes home and breaks down as she lays in bed. Nat holds her, and Wanda sobs as she tells the story.

At the end, they share a look. No words are spoken but a conversation is definitely held.

The mothers decide to think it over for a while.

Less than a week later, they call their case manager.

The process is fast, way faster than Max’s adoption.

It’s like the agency is scared to lose prospective parents for an “unwanted child.”

Nat and Wanda hate that term.

They want their daughter off that list.

She is wanted fiercely.

Two weeks later, they sign the papers.

Anastasia Melina is officially theirs.

She spends another month in the hospital. While the kids are at school, Wanda spends all day with their baby sister. Nat always stops to see Anastasia before she goes home after work. Being friends with their daughter’s doctor helps them sneak around visiting hours.

After the adoption, Anastasia’s condition improves quickly.

Like she knows she has a home and family now, and she can’t be with them until she’s better.

Finally she is strong enough to leave the hospital.

They take her home, and begin life as a family of 10.

Once home Anastasia thrives.

After a surgery for her lip and breathing treatments multiple times a day to strengthen her lungs, she looks nothing like the frail baby in the picture Bruce showed Wanda.

She grows up as the family’s little Princess. Only 3 years old, she is not letting asthma keep her down.

Her big sisters cherish her, finally not just the two of them with all those brothers.

As for all those brothers… let’s just say she has 5 built in personal body guards, and she loves them all.

She absolutely adores her big sisters.

She wants to dance ballet like Lena.

One day, she put on her tutu and little ballet slippers she got for her birthday and ran to Lena.

“I do bawet(ballet) pwease?”

Happily her big sister complies.

She teaches her positions and light warm ups that she’s seen the coaches teach the little little dancers.

Unknown to them Nat watches silently from the doorway, heart full to the brim.

Sometimes if she can hear music coming from Y/n’s door, she will sneakily open the door and dance in the living room to the music.

One day someone closes the door while she’s dancing. So she scoots down the stairs to Y/n’s room.

“Can I dance to your bawet music?”

She squeals when her sister says yes. Anastasia twists around the room while Y/n continues practicing.

Y/n was actually about to quit for the day when Ana came down, but instead she played until the toddler was worn out.

“Can you pway Ewsa?”

Not wanting to tell her no, Y/n plays Let It Go by ear giving it her best try. It’s not perfect, but apparently more than enough for her little sister.

The toddler quickly drags her upstairs to show Mommy. As Anastasia and Wanda listen to her play, she is heard playing throughout the house.

Lena looks up from the couch and asks if she can play a Taylor Swift song. Again Y/n plays by ear and memory.

This rapidly evolved into a kind of game where the family sat and just kept suggesting songs for Y/n to play at random. For the most part she kept up.

After that, the activity would pop up in family game nights every now and again. always requested for by Anastasia.

and let’s be real, no one can say no to her.

She loves all things pink, and lives up to her nickname of Princess. She loves dress up and make believe.

She is a gem the family didn’t know they were missing.

She is a total Mama and Mommy’s girl, which is perfectly fine for them.

They soak it up knowing for sure this is the very last time they will have a child this young again.

Part One: Just a Typical Morning

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POP QUIZ! NO CHEATING!!!

(for those who’ve read this far)

Who can name all 8 kids WITHOUT checking the list again?

Bonus points if they’re in order. Extra bonus points if you get middle names too.

#wandanat #mama!wanda #mama!nat #mommy!nat #mommy!wanda maximoff #natasha x daughter!reader #Wanda x daughter!reader #daughter!reader #MCU #parents!wandanat #25/8 #wanda #wanda maximoff #natasha romanoff #wanda maximov #natasha romanov #billy and tommy #tommy and billy #tommy maximoff #billy maximoff

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Okay AN IDEA !

If you like it you can use it, if it's not something you wanna write that's perfectly fine too !!

So the request is for wandanat x daughter reader

R is secretly spider girl, only Tony stark knows because he's the one who got her the spider suit. R knows her moms would absolutely be against it, always telling her to stay away from that "spider girl" (not knowing it's actually their daughter. Yes like aunt May does in Spiderman : home coming :3)

So let's say R gets into trouble after trying to fight a villain way too strong compared to her and ends up being saved by wanda herself. Wanda finds out at this moment that the spider girl is her daughter and you can choose how the story goes from there

💕

(your favorite mf who sent 8678 request)

Spider-Girl

Summary: Is it a plane? Is it the Friendly neighborhood Spider-Girl? Sort of, it’s a girl who doesn’t listen to her moms!

Pairing: WandaNat x daughter!reader

Warnings: violence

Word count: 2111

a/n: there surely are words written down here

Tags: @thought-of-you-and-me @rafecameronswhore @emsmultiverse @natashamaximoff69

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A video of the Spider-Girl stopping bank robbers is shown on the evening news. Y/N stares at the television screen as she eats with her moms, at times glancing at them to see if they’re paying attention to the news.

Natasha shuts off the television with a sigh, throwing the remote to the couch afterwards. Y/N turns to look at her scrunched brows and pursed lips. “If you ever see that Spider-Girl, stay away from her, okay? We don’t want you getting dragged into anything she does.” Her mother mumbles while eating.

Y/N rolls her eyes, though she hides it from her mom. “Mhm.”

“We’re serious about this, Y/N.” Wanda sets her cutlery down, looking at her daughter. “It’s dangerous and we don’t want you getting hurt.”

“I know,” she pushes her plate away, still half full, “you think I can’t handle myself.” Her voice is full of defiance as she mumbles.

The two women sigh as they glance at each other and their daughter, who is keeping her eyes away from them. This isn’t the first time conversations like this have come up.

“It’s not that we think you’re incapable,” Natasha raises her brows as Wanda starts speaking, which makes her wife give her a subtle slap to the arm, “we’re afraid that the bad guys will hit you twice as hard when they realize whose daughter you are.”

“Mhm.” Is all the answer her mothers get before she excuses herself from the dining table and makes her way to her bedroom.

As Y/N slams the door shut, she locks it and moves the curtains in front of her single window. Sitting down to her bed, she closes her eyes and takes some deep breath, calming down her mind. She is aware her mother would never read her mine without permission, unless absolutely necessary, but Y/N likes to make sure there are no loose ends.

Her mind clears from any unwanted thoughts—thanks to Natasha making her meditate with her since she was a kid—and a smile appears on her face. Y/N walks over to her wardrobe, her steps light as she opens it and starts digging through the mess of things inside. She finds the back wall of the wardrobe and moves it out of her way, taking her suit out of its hiding place.

She slips on her Spider-Girl suit, grinning from ear to ear at the empowering feeling the suit gives her. This is what she wants to do. This is her life.

Pressing her ear against the chilly wooden door, listening to the quiet sound of a laugh track coming from the television. Her mom won’t come bother her when they think she is upset. She has plenty of time to fight crime.

Y/N opens her window and climbs out of it, the palms of her suit sticking to the walls of her home as she makes her way to the roof. She shivers as the wind picks up, but she doesn’t let it bother her.

The homemade web shoots out of the web shooter and she flies towards the city centre, where the evening bustle is starting to wake up. She props herself on top of a building, it’s high enough to be hidden from the people, but still low enough to keep an eye on the streets.

After a few minutes of surveilling the area, a bright light flashes just outside the city, leaving a trail of smoke behind. Y/N grins and makes her way to the smoke, practically flying over the buildings as she glides in the air with the web wings of her suit.

It only takes her around 15 minutes to get near the site. She lands on top of an industrial building, staying low as her eyes adjust to the lack of bright city lights.

Y/N can quickly figure out where the light came from. There is a machine on an otherwise unoccupied patch of land between all the abandoned looking buildings. The machine is big, but it looks crude, handmade. She frowns, not feeling good about any of this. It’s still slightly smoking when two men wearing safety gear finally step onto her line of sight.

She tries to hear what they’re talking about, but they’re too quiet even with her heightened sense of hearing. Her eyes scan over the near area, trying to calculate how safe she’d be if she made herself known to them. Not seeing anything on top of the two men and the machine, she starts quietly crawling closer, keeping a close eye to the men’s hands.

Suddenly, a buzzing sensation fills her mind. She snaps her head to the direction her spidey senses guide her, and even though she is fast, it’s not enough. A third man has climbed onto the roof. He is holding a weapon Y/N doesn’t recognize and shoots it before she is able to react.

A bolt of electricity flies out of the gun-like weapon. It hits Y/N right on her side, making her lose her grip and fall down from the building, all the way to the ground. A small cloud of dust puffs out from the impact.

With a groan, Y/N opens her eyes, seeing the two men standing over her with grins on their faces. “Well, well, well,” one of them chuckles, “what do we have here?” His voice is low and raspy, the smoked a pack a day for years kind of voice.

She lets out a quiet growl-like noise, which clearly doesn’t intimidate the men. “What’s she supposed to be?” The other man mumbles, his head tilting from side to side as he studies Y/N’s suit. “Some kind of bug, eh?”

Using the moment to her advantage, she pushes herself on her feet with a move Natasha taught her, webbing one of the men to the face and kicking the other’s knee. The men let out surprised noises, stumbling away from Y/N, which gives her a slight advantage as she starts fighting them.

She does well for a while, at least when there’s only two of them fighting her, but slowly she starts hearing noises growing louder, like running.

Just as she knocks one of the men unconscious and stick the other to a wall with her web, a group of people with the man who shot her in front arrive. “Shit.” Y/N pants, already having used a lot of energy. The man raises his weapon, shooting an electric bolt again.

Y/N lets out a shout as the bolt of energy hits her square in the chest. She flies a few meters back, landing on her back with a grunt. Her hand flies up to her mask, quickly whispering, “SOS,” before she stands back up.

“The Avengers have been notified.” A robotic female voice speaks up.

Mumbling out a quiet thanks to her artificial intelligence helper, Y/N lunges towards the men again. She feels as if part of her strength is back, now that she knows Tony is coming, but reality hits her like a brick wall once an electric beam hits her.

“I’m getting tired of this.” Y/N grumbles, shooting webs to one of the weapons hitting her.

She webs herself into the air, using the altitude as an advantage against the men. While one of the men is still busy with getting the web out of his gun, Y/N swings down, feet first, on one man’s head.

The impact makes a nasty cracking sound, one that makes Y/N cringe. “Sorry!” She lands on the ground, on her feet, while the man falls on his back, unconscious, hopefully. Her spider senses active, and this time she has enough time to web away another weapon pointed at her. What she doesn’t notice is a new group of men on top of a building pushing down a cell tower.

“Take that!” Y/N mumbles to herself, making up sound effects as she shoots her webs, trapping a man to the ground.

A crashing sound gets her attention. She looks up into the sky, where the cell tower is falling down right towards her. She goes to shoot out a web, but nothing comes out of her suit. She lets out an ear shattering scream when the metallic tower drops right on top of her.

Tears are brimming her eyes as she heaves, trapped under the structure. Her vision is blurred and she can taste blood. The men around her look pleased, ready to end it, until one of them flies away.

The others start looking around, shooting at the smallest movements and noises, but one by one they get either flown away or shocked unconscious.

Y/N recognizes the familiar red wisps of magic in the air, and the small widow bites flying. She lets out quiet curses as she starts pushing herself up, using all of her strength to push the structure off of her.

“Let me help you with that.” Wanda lands in front of her, easily lifting the cell tower with her magic while Natasha punches the last man standing unconscious. “Are you alright?” She helps Y/N up, letting her lean on her for support.

Y/N nods, not daring to speak. She knows her mother would recognize her voice. “You got hurt pretty bad. We could help patch you up.” Natasha states as she walks over to them after letting Tony know someone could come collect the men now.

Y/N shakes her head, her eyes wide, though the two women can’t see it. She steps away from Wanda’s hold, giving them finger guns before going to web herself away from the situation. “Shit!” She grumbles as nothing happens.

Wanda frowns. She flicks her wrist, causing the mask on Y/N’s face to fly away. “Y/N!”

Gasping, Y/N looks at her moms with wide eyes. “I can explain! It’s not what it looks like.” She holds out her hands.

“It looks like you sneaked out to fight bad guys on your own,” Natasha’s hands are crossed over her chest, “and you didn’t tell us you’re Spider-Girl.”

“Well-“ Y/N opens and closes her mouth a couple of times, “that’s.. that’s it.” She mumbles, avoiding looking at her moms. They’re angry, so very angry.

“What in the world were you thinking?” Wanda scolds, though concern clearly slips through her angry tone. She walks over to Y/N and starts looking at the wounds she has. “This could’ve ended up so much worse. Do you understand that?”

“Yes..”

“How long have you been doing this?” Natasha walks over as well, wrapping her arm around Y/N’s waist so she could lean on her.

Y/N has a sheepish smile on her face, “as long as you’ve seen Spider-Girl on the television.” They start walking towards Natasha’s car.

Letting out a quiet huff, Wanda shakes her head. “You’re so lucky I’m more worried about your health right now.” She gives Y/N a pointed look, a look that says you’re in so much trouble. “But you better believe we are going to take that suit away and ground you until you’re 30, do you hear me? You will never leave the house again.”

Natasha opens the back door for Y/N, helping her in before getting in herself, while Wanda gets into the driver’s seat. “Who gave you the suit?”

“Tony.” Y/N says quickly. She’ll happily put some of the blame on someone else than herself.

“Oh, I’m going to kill him.” Wanda states from the front of the car.

“I’ll help you.” Natasha mumbles, pulling Y/N closer as she starts to look over her wounds. “You know Wanda is right, yeah? Once you’ve healed up properly we will talk about consequences. And you can never do this again, never ever.” Her hands are on her daughter’s cheeks to hold eye contact, she wants to make sure Y/N is really hearing her.

She nods. She understands this was a close call, she has never gotten this hurt before, but Y/N doesn’t see it as a reason to completely stop. She can get better.

Natasha pulls her close, kissing the side of her head gently. “At least not before you train with us.” She whispers, giving her a small wink before going back to acting as if she never said anything.

Y/N can’t help but let a grin grow on her face. She looks down at her lap to hide it from Wanda, who keeps glancing at her from the rear view mirror.

She’ll never stop being Spider-Girl.

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[juiles]

Sticking out sucks.

Summary: You are taken in by the Avengers at 13 and the first four months are hell until after one fateful mission, Wanda and Natasha really step up the moment you need parent figures the most.

Age: 13

Warnings: blood, gunshot wounds, broken bones, fever, fever haze, hydra, red room, a little mean Nat but she comes back quick, asshole Tony mentioned, surgery drugs

Important questions!!!

Type: angst, hurt/comfort

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I sat in a daze, my world tilting just slightly as i listened to Steve ramble about something after a rough mission. Tony had messed up but somehow got everyone else to believe it had been me. Now here i sat, staring at the table, my hands folded, placed there. I gently picked at the skin around my thumb.

This is how it’s been for 4 months. 4 months of someone messing up on a mission and then me getting blamed as the youngest member. 4 months ago, Steve rescued me from a Hydra cage at 13. I’ve spent half my life being raised by Dreykov to be a perfect widow but at 8, Hydra got a hold of me. Turned me into the perfect weapon. Years of abuse and torture makes you older than you are. Something that Natasha and Wanda don’t like. They’ve never liked me.

I squirmed in my seat, wanting to escape the yelling. As soon as he let us all go, i stood from my chair and made my way up to my room concealing a limp. As soon as my door closed behind me, I grabbed the first aid kit i kept under my bed and changed out of my dirty, bloody suit and into a tank and bike shorts. The gauze on my thigh was already bright red, despite only being on for a couple of hours.

Slowly I peeled it back and winced at the gaping bullet hole. I fished around gently pulling the bullet out, knowing it was a very shallow wound, i gave it a few stitches and wrapped it up tight with a sterile gauze and some ointment. Looking down, I sighed and gently got up. I cleaned the blood off my leg and took a look out my door, creaking it open slightly. It seemed empty and the bucket and mop i would need to clean the blood up is only a few feet away. I glanced down at my bandaged leg then back at the bucket that i could see. Using my powers would only alert Wanda so I slipped out of my room.

I limped over to the bucket and grabbed it, accidentally knocking over the mop in the process. I flinched and whipped around to run back to my room but with the bullet wound, a concussion and a few broken ribs, I got dizzy and instead of running to my room, i fell face first on to the floor, i managed to catch myself before i could hurt myself but at the same time i heard a bedroom door open and could basically feel Natasha rolling her eyes at me as Wanda gasped.

“Don’t baby her Wands.” She cooly said to the girl standing beside her. “She tripped after waking us up. She’ll be fine.” I winced as I crawled up the wall. I looked over my shoulder to see them standing in their bedroom, Natasha leaning against the door frame, arms crossed, one eyebrow raised, Wanda holding one of her arms, her face twisted slightly in concern.

“Why is there blood on your leg y/n?” I heard a small whisper before i glanced down at my leg and winced seeing blood streaming from the gunshot wound, the stitches must have opened when i fell.

“It-it’s nothing…” I muttered and tried to mask my limp to make my way back to my room but was stopped by a red wisp. I glanced back over my shoulder to see Wanda stalking towards me, I flinched out of habit when she got to me. She turned me around by grabbing both my shoulders and a gasp echoed around the hallway when she saw the red gauze, the blood trickling down my leg.

“Y/n! It’s clearly not nothing!” I took a glance up at her and almost immediately melted when I saw the look of pure fear and care in her eyes but pulled myself together. “It is! I’ll just stitch it up and then clean up my mess.”

“Baby you’re not stitching anything up. You and I are heading down to see Bruce to get you checked over.” I froze and turned properly to face her. “Since when do you care?!” I snapped making her flinch slightly before she closed her eyes and took a deep breath before looking back at me. “I’ve always cared love. I’m sorry it’s taken me this long to show you it but I can’t let you do this on your own.” I sucked in my breath and closed my eyes.

“I didn’t do it… Tony wasn’t paying attention and I had to jump in front of him. He knocked the switch over, I’m sorry… i’m sorry…” I could feel my chest tighten and i tried to push Wanda’s arms off me. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry!”

Wanda simply pulled me closer in her arms and slid down the wall, pulling my head to lay flat against her chest so I could hear her heartbeat. I was so wrapped up in my thoughts that I didn’t notice Natasha crouching down in front of me or feel her hands rubbing my back until my chest started to loosen and the knot in my throat slowly released, i gasped in breaths which merely just cause me to sob harder due to the broken ribs. “Baby breath. Take a deep breath. Come on baby. Follow my breathing okay?”

I could feel myself calm down slightly as I listened to Wanda’s heart beat, feeling her fingers massaging my scalp while Natasha drew shapes on my back lightly. My eyes slowly drooped as my fingers tangled into her sleep shirt. “No baby. You can’t sleep yet. Stay with us okay?” I groaned sleepily and fluttered my eyes open to look up at her with a slight pout on my face. “I’m sleepy…” I muttered sniffling slightly.

“I know sweet girl but Wanda is right. I’m going to pick you up and we’re gonna bring you down to Bruce okay?” Natasha murmured shifting me into her arms, making me look up at her. I smiled sleepily before breaking into a coughing fit. “I feel gross…” I felt a cool hand on my forehead before Wanda cooed. “Oh darling you’ve got a fever… you’re sick too…”

“You look like me Natty…” I mumbled staring at her green eyes. “I wish you could be my mama… but you don’t like me… i’m sorry for whatever i did…”

“Darling… you did nothing wrong and I’m so sorry I ever made you feel like you did… but i’m here now okay?” She said placing me on the bed, Bruce walking up next to us. I smiled slightly up at her giggling slightly. “Okay mama…” I muttered, to out of it to even realize what i had said.

Wanda’s POV

Both Natasha and i struggled to understand why a 13 year old needed to be on the team. She’s way too young. We haven’t treated her the best, hoping she would quit. Keep her safe. That was until today.

When i heard the bang on the floor in the hallway, i got up and opened the door leaning into Natasha. I watched y/n scramble to get up and i saw the blood trickling down from a bandage wrapped around her leg. I gasped, instantly frowning when Natasha scoffed.

Honestly the next few minutes were a haze, the next thing I knew Nat had a fever hazed y/n in her arms and I was checking her forehead. “Oh darling you’ve got a fever… you’re sick too…”

“You look like me Natty…” Y/n mumbled slightly staring up at the woman. “I wish you could be my mama… but you don’t like me…” My heart shattered at that, we had been so awful to this little girl that she thought we didn’t like her. Her little pout breaking my heart more. “I’m sorry for whatever i did…”

“Darling… you did nothing wrong and I’m so sorry I ever made you feel like you did… but i’m here now okay?” Natasha said through her tears as she brushed the hair out of y/n’s face. “Okay mama…” She mumbled before she fell asleep. Bruce quickly shuffled us out of the room. Natasha plopped down in a chair in the waiting room with wide eyes filled with tears. “Natty?”

“She called me mama… she- god i messed up Wandz… she’s so young… she doesn’t deserve any of this…” Natasha broke down, i quickly pulled her into my arms as she buried her face into the crook of my neck.

“We’ll talk to her when she’s more awake… for now shen she gets out of surgery she’s going to need us to support her… she’s got a gunshot wound to her leg, some broken ribs, a concussion and a nasty flu.” Natasha stiffened. “She got shot… how did none of us notice?” I muttered as Natasha sat up slightly and cupped my cheeks. “We were stupid but we’ll do better Wandz.”

We both looked up when the door opened. “She’s fine. She’s awake and still a little loopy.” Bruce said with a small smile. “She called me Brucey.” He chuckled slightly. “She’s sleepy but asking for her ‘guardian angels’ by the way.”

We all let out a soft chuckle and Nat and I made our way into the room to see y/n trying to rip the IV out of her arm. “No baby…” I mumbled taking her hands into mine. “You need to keep them in for now okay?” I looked at her face and her big green eyes looked up at me, brimmed with tears.

“I don’t like it…” She mumbled. I cooed kissing her knuckles gently. “I know but it’ll help you get better okay?” A small whimper came out of her mouth before she turned to Natasha.

“Mama… hi…” She giggled sleepily up at Natasha who smiled softly and she brushed her fingers over the girls cheek bone. “Hi detka… you aren’t going to remember any of this tomorrow huh? Well i’ll soak it in while i can hmm?” She asked softly sitting next to the girl.

“Mama don’t leave…” Natasha chuckled.

“I’m not detka…” Y/n scooted over slightly looking up at Nat with the biggest puppy dog eyes I had ever seen. “Mama cuddle…?” Natasha hesitated, making the girls eyes water. “Mama…?”

Natasha instantly laid down next to the girl and pulled her small frame into her arms petting down the auburn hair. “Mamas here detka…” I sat down beside the two of them and started playing with her hair. She glanced up at me and smiled sleepily. “Hi momma…” She mumbled burying into my hand.

“Hi malyshka. It’s time to go back to sleep for a little okay?” She nodded a little and buried into Natasha, arms wrapping around mine. I chuckled and looked at Nat who stared at the girl in her arms, her eyes filled with love.

“Goodnight Detka. I love you.”

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[writerslittlelibrary]

Don't worry about a thing

masterlist

summary: your parents needed the extra money, even if it meant making you work for it. what happens when two women disagree with your parents methods?

pairing: dark!Wandanat x teen reader, dark!Yelena x teen reader, dark!Melina x teen reader, dark!Bucky x teen reader, dark!Alexei x teen reader

warnings: alcoholism, dark Wandanat, dark themes, kidnapping, it’s kinda fluff as well

genre: angst, fluff

words: 2690

a/n: this kinda turned from dark!wandanat to a very soft fic. I mean, reader still gets kidnapped, but Wandanat are so sweet about it… :)

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You had been working in the cafe for a while. Your parents needed the money, and to be honest, you needed it too. 

Your parents had been drinking since you were a young child, and you now you were a teenager, which means it is legal for you to work. Your parents didn’t hesitate to push you towards a job. With all their money going to alcohol, they needed your money for either food, or more drinks. 

On the side, you would save a little bit of money, trying to save enough to hopefully one day go to college.

Today it was a day like any other. 

You had just gotten back from school, and you went to the cafe immediately. However, this time was a little different. For the last couple of weeks, you had the weird feeling that someone was watching you. There had been a few people that asked about a lot of details from you, which creeped you out a bit.

At first, it was a red-headed woman. She looked to be around her thirties, and she was very kind. 

Then, there was a brown haired woman. She asked how you were doing, whether you were still in school, and also how you would be getting home. She seemed concerned for your safety. After all, it had been late that day.

Then, a blonde haired woman had walked in. She went into the cafe with a dog, and after ordering for herself and her dog, she offered to walk you home. You had told her that you were fine, and that your father was picking you up, but as usual, he hadn’t showed up. The woman insisted on walking you home, and you had allowed her. What was the harm, right? She was very kind and respectful, and her dog was nice.

After that, you had a week of boring people, as usual. People who didn’t give a single shit about your life. People that only cared about the fact that they had been waiting on their coffee for five whole minutes.

You figured you had just been imagining things, and that the three women you had met where just genuinely kind. 

However, after that week ended, weirdly invasive people started to come into the cafe again.

At first it was a man. He was wearing gloves, and he looked a little scary. His hair was brown, and he was tall and looked strong. However, when he ordered you decided he was actually very sweet. He talked with you the entire night, thanking you when you served him his drinks and food, and he tipped very well. 

A week later, this week, you spotted the red haired woman from a few weeks ago sitting at one of the tables. 

She wasn’t alone this time. The brown haired woman, who you had seen earlier as well, was sitting beside her. You walked up to them with a smile, pushing your odd feelings down and getting ready to serve them just like any other day.

The women smiled at you, and after giving you their order, they continued a conversation of their own.

You brushed your anxiety off of yourself, making their drinks and continuing with your shift. However, after serving them and getting back to another costumer, the man you had seen earlier walked in. He looked a little angry, but smiled kindly when he met your eyes. You smiled back, but before you could ask for his order, he went to sit down with the other two women. 

Again, you didn’t think much off it, rather just pushing the anxiety away and continuing with your job.

It started to get really weird, though, when the blonde haired woman walked in. She was accompanied by her fluffy dog, which didn’t hesitate to greet you with a wagging tail. You bent down to pet him, when you noticed a slightly red streak running along his fur. 

You went to brush your hand over it, but the dog retreated back to it’s owner.

She smiled at you and stopped at the bar, ordering the same thing she ordered a few weeks ago. After doing so, she went to sit down with the other man and women. Why did they know each other? Had it been a coincidence that you had all seen them before? Were they watching you?

You shook the thoughts from your head, preparing the woman’s order, putting some whipped cream into a cup for her dog, before bringing it over to the table. 

You put it down with a smile, grabbing the empty two cups and asking if you could get them anything else.

“We’re alright, sweetheart,” the brown haired woman spoke with a gentle smile.

You nodded and retreated back to the counter, ready to serve other costumers, before you realised, there were no other costumers.

The entire cafe was empty, minus the four people sitting in the corner.

Odd, this was usually such a busy time. 

You didn’t think much off it, rather deciding to start cleaning up a bit in the hopes of getting home earlier tonight. When you were about to shut off the coffee machine you heard the little bell ring, indicating that another costumer had walked in.

You turned to look at them, discovering that it was a tall, large man. He had tattoos covering his arms, and a long beard. He was followed by a woman, who smiled at you before she pulled the man over to the table where the other people were sitting. You hadn’t seen them before, but you did find it odd. 

When your colleague told you she was heading home for the night, you agreed to closing up, telling her to get home safe. 

After she left, you glance over at the table impatiently. They had been sitting there for hours, and you wanted to get home on time tonight. You still had a few tests to study for, and there was a project you were supposed to hand in yesterday.

You stood impatiently at the counter until the blonde woman walked up to you. You had hoped she wanted to pay, but instead she simply asked for a donut. 

You hid your annoyance and got her what she wanted, smiling at her when you handed the sweet treat over. 

“How are you getting home today?” she asked as she took the donut from you, taking a bite. 

“My father was supposed to pick me up, but I suppose I’ll be walking once again,” you replied, closing the treat cabinet. 

“I can give you a ride if you’d like. My parents are probably leaving with my sister anyway, so there will be a car left that I’ll have to drive,” she explained, giving her dog a few pets when it excitedly walked over to her. She snuck the dog some pieces of the donut while praising her for being such a good girl.

“That’s very kind, but I’m sure I’ll be fine,” you replied, not wanting to get into a strangers car.

“Don’t be silly. It’s no problem, I promise. A young girl like you shouldn’t be out on the street alone at this time. It’s dangerous, someone could hurt you,” the woman reasoned, and you thought for a moment before agreeing. 

It did seem dangerous to walk home alone in the dark, and this woman was very kind. There was no way that she would hurt you. 

“If you’re certain that it won’t be a problem…” you said, and you watched the woman shake her head.

“Of course not. Besides, Fanny would love the extra cuddles,” the woman explained, giving her dog, Fanny, a few scratches behind her ears. 

You turned around, missing the sign the woman gave to the other people at the table. They got up, walking towards the door. The red headed woman stayed behind, telling the others she would be there soon. 

She walked over to the counter, giving Fanny a few pets before pulling out her wallet. 

“I’d like to pay for the whole table, please,” she told you as she grabbed her card. You nodded and typed in the amount on the device.

After paying, she thanked you and walked out of the cafe.

“I’m Yelena, by the way,” the blonde woman said as she waited for you to close everything up. “I’m y/n,” you told her, locking the register and walking out from behind the bar.

“This way,” she said as she led the way out of the cafe, waiting for you to lock the door before opening the door of her car. 

You were about to get in before Fanny jumped into the car before you, settling in the middle of the couch chair. Yelena drove a truck, so it was easy to fit three people on the chair. You got in after Fanny, sitting beside her and petting her head when she laid her head on your lap.

Yelena got into the drivers seat, closing the door and starting the car.

“Here, you must be thirsty after working for so long,” she said as she handed you a bottle of water. 

“Thank you,” you thanked her as you opened it, taking a few sips.

“Who was your sister?” you asked Yelena after a little while. She turned to you with a smile, rubbing Fanny’s fur.

“The red head, Natasha. She’s my sister. The big guy, with the long beard, that’s my dad, and the woman with dark brown hair is my mom,” Yelena explained, focusing back on the road. “The cafe you work at is close to our work space, so we come there a lot, but we’ve never been there together.”  

“What kind of work do you do?” you asked her curiously.

“We take care of business. Make sure people pay… taxes… that sort of stuff,” Yelena explained, although she weirdly paused before mentioning taxes. You nodded, focusing on the world outside.

After a few minutes of silence, you started to get a bit dizzy, grabbing onto the dashboard to steady yourself as black spots took over your vision. 

“Everything alright?” Yelena asked, concern lacing her voice.

“Just a little dizzy…” you explained, taking a few deep breaths in the hopes of clearing your vision.

“That happens sometimes after doing a lot during the day, especially for girls your age. You should drink a bit more water and take a few deep breaths. It’ll pass,” Yelena told you, and you nodded as you gulped the leftover water in the waterbottle down.

You sat back, taking a few deep breaths and looking out the window, suddenly noticing the road you were at didn’t look familiar. 

“This isn’t my street…?” you asked Yelena, who merely shrugged.

“There is construction that way, so I figured we’d avoid it,” she reasoned, turning on her turn signal and steering into another unfamiliar road. 

You were about to protest, but the spots in your vision took over nearly everything, and you suddenly felt to dizzy to talk. You tried to say something, but you couldn’t even remember what happened after as you lost consciousness completely. 

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You groaned slightly when you woke up, the sun blinding your vision as you covered your eyes with your hands. You turned around in the bed, pulling the covers a little higher a closing you eyes again, fully prepared to go back to sleep.

Suddenly, you sat up in a fright, looking around the room and taking in you surroundings. You never got home lat night. 

You don’t remember anything past the points of being dizzy. 

You threw the covers away, standing up from the bed, ignoring the slight dizziness as you walked over to the window. As soon as you pulled the curtains open, all you could see was snow. What the actual fuck. It never snowed where you were from.

You ran towards the door, surprised when it opened immediately. 

You looked out into the hallway, making sure it was clear before you made your way downstairs. You could hear chatter coming from what you assumed was the living room, and so you tried to go around it, heading towards the front door, or atleast, what looked like the front door.

You almost thought you weren’t spotted, until you heard a voice coming from the living room.

“If you’re going outside, don’t forget your boots and jacket. Winters are very cold around here.” 

You stopped dead in your tracks, frozen in place as the voice spoke so casual. If she knew you were leaving, why didn’t she try to stop you? You hesitated a moment, unsure of what to do as you looked at the rack of shoes. Your shoes were there, together with a vast variety of boots.

“If you’re hungry, there is also some breakfast,” the voice spoke again, and you took a deep breath before deciding to follow it.

You walked into the living room, seeing all five people sitting on a few couches. 

The red headed woman, Natasha, was sitting at the edge of the couch with the brown haired woman beside her. Natasha was scrolling on her phone while the other woman was reading a book. 

After they noticed you arrived in the living room, the woman put her book away.

“Where am I?” you asked quietly, glancing over at Yelena who was watching something on the tv. You couldn’t understand the language, and you figured it must’ve been something slavic. 

“You’re home,” the woman smiled softly, getting up from the couch and reaching for your hand.

“We figured we’d let you sleep in, so I put some breakfast in the fridge for you,” she explained as she led you towards the kitchen, letting go of your hand and opening the fridge, pulling out a plate of waffles. 

You went to sit down at the barstool, leaning on the kitchen island, debating on what to say next. 

“Who are you…?” you asked hesitantly, afraid to upset her.

“My name is, Wanda, but you may call me mom, and Natasha is mama,” Wanda stated simply, squirting some whipped cream on the waffles before topping them off with some fresh fruit.

“... What…?”

“I understand that it may be a bit confusing, but I promise you you will be happy here. We will make sure you will never have to worry about anything another day in your life,” Wanda explained, smiling as she put the plate of food in front of you. 

“What about my parents?” you asked, and Wanda just smiled.

“You don’t have to worry about them hurting you ever again, I promise.” 

You nodded slightly, staring at the plate of waffles. 

“So you kidnapped me?” 

Wanda chuckled a bit, sitting down across from you and pouting you a glass of your favourite juice. “I guess you could call it that, although that is not our intention. We love you, and we’ll show that to you,” she explained, putting the glass of juice down in front of you. 

You hesitated before you felt your belly rumble in hunger, staring at the plate of waffles for only a second longer before you dug in, enjoying the amazing tasty treat. 

“Why me?” you asked after taking a breath, taking a sip from your juice and staring at Wanda. 

“You are special. You might not understand it, but you are special, and we love you. You are perfect,” Wanda explained, smiling as Natasha joined you in the kitchen. 

“Don’t worry about it too much, malysh. You will love it here, and you will have everything you could dream off,” she said, giving you a kiss on your forehead. She reached over to the cabinet, grabbing a glass and filling it with some juice as well. 

“If you want, I can take you outside later, or you could explore the house a little if that’s what you prefer,” Natasha suggested, and you nodded.

“Okay,” you simply said, taking another bite of your waffles.

You were confused beyond comprehension, yet for some reason, you felt safe. You knew you were safe, and for the first time in your life, you felt content. 

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