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daddynattt · 1 year

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Are u comfortable with doing abo? If so would u mind doing a protective/possessive soft alpha natasha x fem reader? Something more intimate than sexy, I'm a major sucker for intimacy. If not no worries, I hope ur doing well author. I hope ur eating plenty, drinking lots of water, getting good sleep

Thank you<3 I promise I am because I’m currently sick atm lol. First time writing something like this, so I hope it’s okay! Enjoy. I’m a sucker for intimacy as well.

You're MY Omega

Summary: When everyone seems to want to claim you as their Omega, Natasha steps in and makes sure they know their place and finally claims you as hers as you share an intimate night together.

Pairings: Alpha!Natasha Romanoff x Omega!Fem Reader

Warnings: Alpha Nat, Possessive/Jealous Nat, Nat Punching Someone lol, Soft Nat, Fluff, Smut. 18+ Only

Word Count: 1.8k

Dorogoy (Darling)

You rub your eyes as you make your way into the kitchen, the need for food the first thing on your mind this morning. You and your desired Alpha, Natasha, have plans to spend the day together and you are hoping that things can finally take a turn between the two of you today. The need for her to claim you is getting too much each day you’re next to her, but you aren’t sure if you are her desired Omega. Her senses always overwhelm you, but you painfully hold yourself back. You walk into the kitchen and see Wanda making breakfast, giving her a friendly smile as you make your way towards the fridge.

“Morning Y/n, how are you this morning?” she smiles at you as she looks you up and down, staring at your exposed legs. You pretend you don’t notice as you pour some juice in a cup and drink it. “I’m good, how are you Wanda?” you ask her politely. She bites her lip as she looks at you. “Much better now that you’re here” your cheeks flush as you look away. Wanda is an Alpha that always tries to get close to you. You don’t let her as you don’t want to give her the wrong idea, but you aren’t claimed by anyone, so it does not stop her. “Would you like some breakfast? I can cook something up for you, or better yet, give you something else to satisfy your hunger?” she purrs as she steps closer to you. You avert your eyes as you go to stutter out a reply but before you can say anything, you hear a growl as Natasha makes her way into the kitchen.

“Sorry Wanda but Y/n and I have plans to go out for breakfast and spend the day together, isn’t that right dorogoy?” you blush as you smile shyly at her, nodding your head yes. “Let’s go then, I’m starving!” she smiles at you as she wraps her arm around your shoulder and drags you out of the kitchen. The heat radiating off her body brings you immediate comfort, and you don’t notice the way Natasha glares at Wanda on your way out.

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“Ugh I’m stuffed, thank you for breakfast Nat” you give her a soft smile that makes her feel a million things at once. When Natasha saw you this morning with Wanda, she couldn’t contain the possessive growl from coming out of her mouth. You are her desired Omega, and she wants nothing more then to claim you and make you hers, but she’s afraid you wouldn’t want her and she can’t take that rejection from you. She’s interrupted from her thoughts as she sees a man approach the table.

“Well hello there, what is a beautiful omega like you doing out here without an Alpha? I would love to take you back home with me if your friend here doesn’t mind” The possessive growl that Natasha lets out makes your eyes widen, you look at her as she glares at the man. “Back off before I make you” he smirks as he looks at her. “What are you going to do about it? She’s unclaimed and I would love nothing more than to take her home with me an-“ his words get cut off as Natasha punches him straight in the nose, a sickening crack being heard. “Nat!” you pull her back as he clutches his nose and runs off to the bathroom to check the damage. Natasha drops a hundred-dollar bill on the table and walks out of the diner with you hot on her heels. You could smell the distress and anger coming from her and you rush to catch up with her.

“Nat! slow down please” you grab onto her arm, and she stops walking, instantly calming down from your touch. You look at her as she turns to face you, the worried look in your eyes making her feel guilty. “I’m sorry Y/n, I didn’t like the way he was talking to you and looking at you. I would kill him if I could” You smile at her protective nature, the thought that she wants you for herself as only hers makes your need to be claimed by her even stronger. “I can’t take it anymore; I want you Y/n. I want to be your Alpha. I want to claim you and make you mine. You’re MY omega” she growls out, the need to claim you strong as she grabs you by the waist and kisses you, gripping your waist in a possessive hold as she pulls you closer to her. You deepen the kiss, tasting and feeling nothing but her, pulling back when the need to breathe become necessary. She nuzzles her face into your scent gland and breathes you in, purring as she smells the love and arousal coming from you. You grab her face and look into her eyes as you whisper against her lips. “Make me yours Alpha, claim me”

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She rids you of your clothes, getting you completely naked as she takes off her clothes as well, leaving herself in only her boxers as she lays you down on her bed, kissing on your neck softly as she gets comfortable on top of you, whimpering when she makes contact with your scent gland, your smell is strong as she continues to deposit kisses along your neck and chest. Her hands roam your body as she leaves more kisses in their wake, her hands cupping your breasts as she softly squeezes them. “My omega, all mine, you look so beautiful under me” you whimper as you feel her tongue on your nipple, your body shivering at the softness emitting from her.

“Please Alpha, make me yours” she shushes you as she kisses your lips softly, the feeling of her bulge through her boxers making your head spin as you let out a quiet moan. She has been waiting for this moment for a long time and she wants to enjoy every moment of it. She wants to make love to you and take care of you. She slowly grinds against your core a few times, relishing in the way you moan and whimper underneath her. You are the most beautiful Omega she has ever laid her eyes on, and you are all hers. “Please Alpha, please please please” she growls as your breathless voice makes her cock throb in her boxers. “God baby, the things you do to me. I’m going to claim you as mine, all mine”

You grab her face, kissing her again as you get lost in the feeling of her lips and her covered bulge grinding against your core. “You won’t leave me, right?” you ask her softly, the insecurity in your voice being heard. She shakes her head as she strokes your cheek, looking into your eyes and smiling softly. “Never. I love you Y/n. I want to make you mine and give you my pups. God you’re going to look so beautiful carrying them. My beautiful Omega” she kisses your nose and you blush, watching as she rids herself from her boxers, her cock hard and standing up straight. You bite your lip and moan as her scent is strong in the air. All you see, feel and smell is her. “I love you too, my Alpha. Please make me yours. I can’t wait any longer”

She strokes her cock as she looks down at you, admiring you as she stares down at you with nothing but love in her eyes. She will forever be yours and do anything and everything for you and that you ask of her. You blush as you move to cover your body as she admires you, but she lays back down on top of you, sliding her cock up and down your folds to get it wet. “Don’t hide yourself from me pretty girl. You are the most beautiful girl I’ve ever laid my eyes on and I’m so lucky to have you as my Omega” You blush from her words; a breathless moan being ripped out of you at the feeling of her cock against you. She slowly slides her cock inside you, letting you adjust to her size. “If it hurts or you want to stop, just let me know, I never want to hurt you” You kiss her as you wrap your legs around her waist, whispering against her lips. “I’m ready, please make me yours.” You gasp at the stretch as she goes deeper, her worried gaze as she looks down at you making your heart beat in your chest. “I’m okay, I promise. Please don’t stop” she slides in and out of you at a slow pace, letting you adjust to her size, the feeling of your walls squeezing her making her knot so close to being released.

“F-faster, please Alpha, you feel so good inside me” she moves her cock deeper inside you, taking her time as she enjoys the feeling of you around her, the feeling of her inside you making your head feel all fuzzy. You feel her tongue on your sweat gland, her teeth grazing the skin there as her speed picks up. “Gonna mark you Y/n, gonna make you mine. My Omega. I love you” you whimper at her words, the feeling of her inside you and the smell in the air so overwhelming that you start to see stars once you close your eyes, your release so close. You move your head to the side as you present your neck to her. “Please mark me, make me yours. Give me your knot Alpha, please claim me” she growls as she moves deeper inside you, wanting to feel all of you, getting ready to push her knot inside you. You feel her bite down on it, instantly cumming on her cock as she marks you, a powerful orgasm washing over you. “Oh fuck, Nat!” she shivers as you cum around her cock, the feeling causing her to release herself inside you, her seed filling you up as she pushes her knot inside you, nuzzling her face against your mark, licking it and breathing you in. Your heart is beating out of your chest as you come down from your high, kissing her as you look into her eyes.

“I love you, please Alpha can I mark you?” she kisses your lips softly once more as she nods her head, feeling you sink your teeth into her gland, moaning as her cock twitches inside you, wrapping her arms around your body to keep you close and stay inside you longer. She kisses you as she moves inside you again, whispering against your lips as you let out a moan. “I love you more than you will ever know my beautiful Omega, and I’m going to show you just how much. Going to make you all round with my pups” you moan as she moves inside you again; and you know you’re in for a long night of love making with your Alpha.

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arlana-likes-to-write · 8 months

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Natasha Romanoff x Fem reader

I don’t really care if it’s a one shot type thing or a story with a couple parts, I will leave that completely up to you but it’s so hard for me to find stories with the reader and Nat dancing together and I love your work so I was wondering if you could please write a story where the reader is a prima ballerina. She lives in the city and during some kind of attack something happens and Natasha ends up saving her. The dancer falls in love with Nat as soon as she sees her and after the attack Natasha wants to see her again so they start dancing together and then fall in love and start dating.

Dance with me

Hope you enjoyed this! I really had fun writhing it and would 100% be done to continue writing in this AU.

Summary: You had the weirdest luck, from being in the city where the Avengers are facing a newest threat, to being saved by the Black Widow, and seeing that same Black Widow entry your dance store. See, the weirdest luck.

Warning; Angst with a happy ending, Fluff, love confession, attempted assault in the beginning, mention of past trauma, Natasha needs the biggest hug, guilt, a form of self harm, mention of the Red Room.

Word Count: 4.4k

“You got to be kidding me,” you mumbled as ran you down the sidewalk as a car exploded next to you. Running down an alley, trying to escape the violence. Your heart was beating against your rib cage as you tried to catch your breath. Sweat pouring down your back. You were in Chicago for three days for a dance convention, and one of your students was performing. It happened to line up with the Avengers creating havoc on the city. You knew it wasn’t their fault but damn you had the worst luck. You flinched as another explosion rocked the streets and a scream echoed in the distance. A man appeared in the face of the alley, wearing all black and holding an assault rifle.

“Well hello beautiful,” he was British, and the smile he wore made your stomach drop. You hated it. “What are you doing here, little bird?” You didn’t answer as you walked backward, your eyes never leaving the man. “Cat got your tongue.” Your back hit the brick wall, you were trapped. “It’s hell out there and I need some stress relief.” When he got closer to you, his gloved hand gripped your chin. “I bet you can help. Won’t you baby?” Your lips began to shake as your eyes closed. Your body froze, unable to scream or fight back or run. Soon the grip on your chin was removed and you heard a pained grunt. You snapped your eyes open and saw a woman, wearing all black and bright red hair. She kicked your attacker once, twice in the stomach before handcuffing him to the dumpster.

“Are you alright?” She asked, looking at you. Your eyes flickered to her and your assailant, who now had blood dripping from the side of his head.

“Yeah,” you whispered, voice and handshaking. “Yeah,” it was steadier as you stared at the Avenger. The Black Widow. Shit, she was prettier in person. “He didn’t get a chance to do anything.” Her green eyes sent daggers to the unconscious man but an explosion rocked the city. You stumbled slightly and she placed her hands on your waist to catch you. You felt your stomach drop as her cold skin could be felt through your thin tank top. But Natasha wasn’t affected by the interaction.

“Look I have to go,” she removed her hold on you. “Can you make it back home safe?” You nodded. You weren’t completely helpless. “Good. Be safe.”

“You too,” you called after her as ran to join the fight. “And thank you.” You noticed the stutter in her steep and she disappeared. You let out a breathless sigh, slumping back against the wall. You had the weirdest luck.

There was a buzzing that formed underneath Natasha’s skin. The buzzing wouldn’t go away no matter how much she worked her body - spending hours in the gun range, sparring with Steve, and punching the sandbag until her knuckles bleed. The buzzing remained. She concluded a new outlet was needed to release this energy. So she walked the surprisingly empty streets of New York City with her hoodie up to cover her face. The last thing she wanted was to be recognized as an Avenger when the media was portraying them as villains. She opened the dance shop, and a soft bell alerted her presence to the owners. “I’ll be right with you,” a voice called out. In Natasha’s muffled mind, the voice sounded familiar. But she didn’t dwell too much on it. The hood covering her face fell as she walked over to the wall of pointe shoes. This was the last store she wanted to be in but she needed to make the buzzing stop. The Red Room used ballet as a punishment rather than a training tool. For hours, she and other girls were forced to endure training, learning different variations, and techniques. Sometimes she could still feel the whip on the back of her calves when her form wasn’t correct. She needed that reminder of the Red Room instructors yelling at her. The way her muscles cramped and twitched because they weren’t allowed breaks. She deserved the pain. She wasn’t good enough, she was failing.

“Hi, how can I-” the voice trailed off. Natasha knew why the voice sounded familiar. It was you, the girl she saved in Chicago from that pig of a man. She made sure to throw him a little harder against the metal van that arrested him. “Sorry, can I help you find anything? Or are you just looking?” She blinked once, twice at you. That was different. She was used to the fan-girls crushing over her or the hateful glares she received on the streets but you acted like she was a normal customer.

“Pointe shoes,” Natasha said simply. “I need a new pair.” You smiled.

“I’m guessing you’ve been fitted for shoes before,” the redhead wasn’t sure how to tell you that she was forced to endure a fitting.

“It’s been a while,” your smile didn’t change.

“That’s fine! Just tell me what size you think you are and I’ll grab some options. There is a studio through that door and we’ll try them on in there,” Natasha did just that. She told you her shoe size and walked into the dance studio. It was as if the air was sucked out of her lungs as she stood in the familiar space. The studio was small but it had a wall of mirrors and a ballet bar. Posters were hung on the walls. Natasha couldn’t help but feel that fear as she sat down and waited for you. That fear made her stomach twist and her heart beat against her ribs. A part of her enjoyed it, the anticipation of when she was going to be hit. She knew it was sick and twisted but she deserved it.

You were freaking out. The Black Widow. The Natasha Romanoff was in your little hole-in-the-wall dance store buying pointe shoes. What the fuck was going on? But you had a job to do so you let out a shaky breath and grabbed a few options for her to try on. When you entered the small dance studio, she was sitting on the floor with her leggings rolled up to her knees. “So I brought a few pairs and we’ll find your perfect pair of shoes,” she didn’t return your smile. She looked lost in thought.

“Right,” she took the first box that you handed her. “Thank you,” a small smile formed on her lips. It was tight, strained as it took everything in her to smile. You wondered what was bothering her. She began the process of putting on the shoes, slipping her sneakers and socks off, and tying the ribbon. She did it like a pro. Natasha stood up as you remained sitting. “I didn’t think I’d see you again,” she broke the silence.

“You didn’t think I’d get home safe,” you teased. “I’m not that helpless.” Natasha frowned.

“I didn’t mean it like that.”

“I know, Natasha, I’m just joking,” you didn’t mean to offend her. “Can you go up on pointe for me?” She did. Her legs shook a little but it was to be expected since she wasn’t training every day. You didn’t like the way they looked. “How do they feel?” You asked

“A little loose,” she came back down. “Sorry,” you were startled by her apology.

“It’s alright,” you said. “My job is to find the right shoe for you, no matter how long it takes.”

You found a pair that Natasha was happy with. Well…you hopped she was happy with the pair. It was hard to read her expression when she didn’t show any real emotion. While you rang her out, she was looking at the pictures you had displayed behind the counter. It was the students that you gave private lessons to when you weren’t running the store or at your rehearsal. “I wasn’t aware this store was a dance company.” She said, taking the bag from you.

“We aren’t,” you said. “I give private lessons.”

“Do you dance professionally?” You nodded.

“I dance for the New York City Ballet,” it was the first time you saw a flicker of emotion across her face. She was impressed. “In my downtime, I help run the store and teach. It’s not easy to live in the city on a dancer’s salary,” Natasha chuckled.

“Do you rent out the space for private use?” You normally didn’t but you were curious.

“Does the Avenger Tower not have a dance studio?” You questioned.

“It does,” the redhead slowly. “But I don’t dance in front of them.” You understood that. Dancing could be a vulnerable act, pouring so much of yourself into it. You had an idea. Opening the top drawer, you pulled out an extra key to the back door. It leads right into the dance studio. You put your hand on the counter, covering it.

“I have a proposition,” you said. She raised a curious eyebrow. “I’m going to give you an extra key to the dance studio and you can come to use it whenever you like,” you removed your hand showing her the key. “And if you ever need a dance partner you’ll give me a call.” Natasha frowned.

“You don’t have to do that. I don’t want to get you in trouble.”

“I know I don’t but I want to,” you slide the key over to her. “I’ll clear it with the owners so don’t worry about it. Besides, you saved my life it’s the least I can do.” Natasha hesitated but took the key.

“Thank you,” she smiled. It was the first real one she gave you.

“No need to thank me. I hope to see you around,” she nodded and pulled her hoodie up before leaving the store. You couldn’t help but watch the way left. It was strange, stupid really to worry about someone you barely knew. Especially an Avenger but you worried about Natasha. She just seemed sad and upset. You desperately wanted to help.

You weren’t always around when Natasha used the key to the dance studio and she was grateful for that. You had a presence about you that scared Natasha. It made the buzzing underneath her skin increase and no amount of hours dancing would stop it. But there were days Natasha wished you were there. On the days you happened to be in the studio when she came around, you offered her a kind smile and that was it. You didn’t hound her with questions or force her to talk, you just let her be. It was oddly nice.

A trend was forming, you weren’t a detective or a police officer, even though you had a guilty pleasure for true crime TV shows but you noticed it right away. When Natasha would slip into the dance studio, you saw the horrific words spewed by the media, politicians, and the general public about the Avengers. They were called monsters, villains, and killers. Unfortunately, Natasha received more hate compared to her male teammates.

At the end of you the day, you were a dancer and a choreographer. You saw the story and emotion behind each dance the Black Widow did. You felt the anger, the pain, and the guilt she carried. It was so unfair and you wanted to take it all away.

According to a news article you read, you saw the Avengers were returning from DC. The meeting went well better than most but you saw that once again Natasha was left to defend her character and her allegiance to this country. It made your blood boil.

So you were ready when the Black Widow opened the back door. A scowl was on her face but it lessened slightly when she saw you. You tried not to read too much into that. “Hi,” you said. “Do you want to dance with me?” She barely had time to close the door before she asked your question. “We don’t have to,” you gave her an out. “We’ve seen each other dance individually so I thought it would be fun to dance together,” she continued to stare at you. “Sorry, it’s stupid-”

“Yes,” Natasha cringed at her placement. “Sorry no it’s not stupid, yes we can dance,” she chuckled, scratching the back of her head awkwardly. “You took me by surprise. I just got back from a trip.”

“I know,” it was your turn to cringe. “That sounded like I was stalking you,” she smiled and sat down to warm up. “What I meant was I saw on the news,” she frowned at your statement. “Do you know the pas de deux from Alice in Wonderland between Alice and the Knave of Hearts.?” She smiled, nodding her head.

“Yeah, I do. Let me warm up and we can do it. A pas de deux translated into a step of two. It was a dance in which two dancers formed ballet together. Some of the most popular duets were Swan Lake, Giselle, and Sleeping Beauty. It required a great deal of trust between the two dancers. When you jumped, you needed Natasha to catch you. If you needed to spin she would be there to guide you. But it was the same with her as she moved and danced across the room she trusted that you would follow her. You preferred dancing with a partner rather than a solo. You were able to tell a different story and play off with one another.

You had to admit it was had to dance with Natasha. Her hands holding onto your waist. You could feel her breath on your skin. All of your senses were consumed by the Black Widow and it was overwhelming.

When the dance was done, you were slightly out of breath as you stared at the redhead. You were sloppy and made a few mistakes but it was worth it to see Natasha’s smile. It was wild, unreserved, and free. Also so beautiful.

So you made it your mission to be there after every time Natasha. No matter her mood, you would ask her to dance. Sometimes you picked popular variations and other times you two would make up your own, sticking to ballet and contemporary style. When Natasha asked you to dance for the first time, you had to stop yourself from spitting your water out. But the shy smile and the light blush on her face made you say yes without hesitation. You learned no matter what she asked you to do you’d do it. Anything to see her smile.

“I won’t be around much this week,” you told her as you rested your back on the mirror and nursed a bottle of water. “I have tech rehearsal,” you answered her unasked question. She didn’t need to ask. With all the hours spent with the Black Widow, it was easier to read her. You noticed her walls were coming down.

“What ballet are you performing?” She asked, taking her ballet shoes off.

“Swan Lake,” you bite your lip. “I have an extra ticket for the opening night if you want to come.”

“Me?” Natasha questioned. “I’m sure you have other people you want to invite.” You shook your head. You already got the tickets for the husband and wife that owned this store and allowed you to stay in the above apartment.

“My family didn’t like the idea of me being a dancer,” you told her. “They wanted me to be a doctor or a lawyer,” you remembered the day your father kicked you out. “So I have an extra ticket and I’d like you to come. Opening night is this Friday.” It wasn’t much of a notice but you were working up the courage to ask her.

“I’d love to go,” she said. “What part are you playing?”

“Just a background character,” you shrugged. “Nothing major.”

“Nonsense, any part is important. I know you’ll do amazing,” your body felt warm from her compliment. So when Natasha was done and headed back to the tower, her ticket was held tightly in her hand.

Natasha was running late. She had a meeting with Fury on how to save her public image that went longer than she expected. However, she didn’t care about the public image at the moment all she cared about was you. A stranger that opened up a space for her to exist, without question and no strings attached. A safe place where she could let down her walls and learn to fall in with dancing. To fall in love with you.

She parked her bike on the side of the road and jumped off, arriving at the theater with enough time to grab a pamphlet and find her seat. She had a quick thought to send you a quick text, telling you that she was here, and turned off her phone. As the lights dimmed, she flipped through the pamphlet to find your name. Her jaw dropped. You weren’t some background character, you were Odette and Odile. The main character. The White and Black Swan. Natasha chuckled. She wasn’t surprised you were given the lead, you were a talented and strong dancer. Also beautiful. Sometimes Natasha lost herself as she watched you dance. You were graceful, and elegant, and danced with such a passion for what you did. She envied your love for dancing, it wasn’t tainted by those who believed they could control the minds and bodies of little girls. But your love of it broke down every negative feeling she had associated with dancing. These new feelings scared her. She worried you would run away if she ever told you. How could a person like herself ever deserve love?

“Amazing performance,” someone congratulated you giving you a quick hug. It was a little overwhelming as you walked out into the lobby after the performance. Everyone, rather you knew them or not, came up to congratulate you on a job well done. You were grateful, each praise gave you more confidence in your dancing ability. However, you were looking for her. It was easy to spot the redhead while you were on stage because you knew the seat and row she was in. Now, in a sea of people, you were lost.

Finally, you found her, dressed in black jeans and a leather jacket. She was leaning against the wall as she played on her phone. With a smile on your face, you closed the distance between you and the Black Widow. “Hi,” you said as you got closer. She looked up.

“You were incredible,” she said, slipping her phone into her pocket. “And some background character, you were the main dancer,” you giggled, pushing a piece of hair behind your ear. “Dorogoy (sweetheart), you were amazing,” you weren’t expecting the Black Widow to take you in her arms and lift you in the air. You laughed, drawing some looks but you didn’t care. Soon she placed you back on the ground, a little surprised at her sudden action. “I’m sorry,” she said. She tried to pull away from you but you kept your arms around her neck. “I don’t know what came over me. I’m just really proud of you.”

“It’s okay, Nat,” you smiled. You were sweaty, probably smelt horrible but that didn’t matter with you being so close to Natasha. Her green eyes flickered to your lips and back to your eyes. But your name was called out and broke whatever trance you both were in. You groaned.

“You’re the woman of the hour,” Natasha chuckled. “It would be wrong of me to keep you all to myself,” you bite your lip, looking towards the direction your name was called.

“15 minutes,” you told her. “Meet in the theater, okay?” The redhead smiled.

“Okay, 15 minutes.”

“15 minutes,” you repeated, kissing her cheek before heading back into the crowd of people. Butterflies danced in your stomach. You just performed one of the hardest technical pieces of your career but you were more nervous to tell Natasha you loved her.

As Natasha walked into the quiet theater, the lights turned on and soft music began to play. You walked out from the curtains with a smile. “Come dance with me,” you said, holding out your hand. Natasha smiled, took her jacket off, and jumped onto the stage.

“How do you have the energy to dance?” She asked. “I am tired from watching you,” you giggled as she took your hand in hers.

“I will always have the energy to dance with you,” it was a different type of dancing than Natasha was used to. She wouldn’t call it dancing, just gentle swaying to the music with her around your waist. Sometimes Natasha would spin you and bring you back into her arms. “Can I ask you something?”

“You just did,” she teased. “Of course, ask away.”

“Why do you dance?” You asked. “What made you walk into a dance store and buy a new pair of pointe shoes?” The question took Natasha by surprise. It was a dark and complicated answer. She wasn’t here to dump her messy history but to celebrate you and all your hard work. But the look in your eyes told Natasha it was okay. That all those hours spent together she could trust you.

“I dance to punish myself,” she admitted but your expression didn’t change. “In the Red Room, ballet was a form of punishment. We were forced to spend hours at the bar with perfect form; no breaks, no food or water, and we were beaten if our form faltered.” She felt your play with the hair that didn’t make it in her ponytail. “So when I fail I dance so I can remember that pain.” You hummed.

“And now?” You questioned. “Why do you dance with me if dancing brings you pain?” Natasha let out a breathless laugh. She was thankful she took off her jacket because, under the lights and the intensity of your eyes, she was feeling a little warm.

“Because,” she licked her lips. “You made me fall in love with dancing,” Natasha whispered. “Because I fell in love with you.” A small squeak left your throat at her confession. Natasha laughed, picking you up and spinning you around.

“I love you too,” she set you down. “I think I fell in love with you when you saved me in Chicago,” the Black Widow smiled. You brushed your nose against hers. “Kiss me,” you whispered. Natasha didn’t hesitate as she connected her lips with yours. The kiss was messy, desperate, and she tightened the hold she had on you as if she was afraid you were going to disappear. You pulled away but Natasha chased after your lips as she became addicted to the feeling of your lips. Luckily, you didn’t fight her. This kiss was gentle, slow, and soft. Natasha sighed against your lips and rested her head on your shoulder.

“Your so beautiful malen’kaya tantsovschitsa (little dancer),” she mumbled against your shin. She felt you shiver.

“Nat,” she hummed. “Sit with me,” you pulled away and Natasha stopped the whine from leaving her lips. She didn’t want to be away from you but you got her to sit down on the stage. You pulled out your phone, turned the music, and placed your phone down. You grabbed her hands. Natasha loved the feeling of your hands. They were soft and smooth, warm which was a stark contrast to her cold hands. When she danced with you, she didn’t allow herself the luxury to enjoy it. “I want you to listen to me. Can you do that for me, baby?” She felt her cheeks burn at the term of endearment but she nodded. “You are a hero,” she scuffed. According to the government, she was a sleeper agent ready to be activated She was a threat. “You are. Unfortunately, you were subjected to pain and torture at a young age,” Natasha couldn’t look at you so she stared at your connected hands. “You were forced to do horrible things because of that you think saving the world is strictly on your shoulders.” With a gentle hand, you used a finger to lift her chin.

“That is not your weight to bear, sweetheart,” you smiled. “I can’t imagine the guilt but your past shouldn’t limit your future. You deserve happiness and love.” It was getting harder for Natasha to hold back tears.

“I don’t,” she whimpered. You didn’t know the blood that covered her hands or how many lives she ended.

“Oh, baby, yes you do and I promise I will remind you every single day if you let me,” she nodded and you stood up on your knees, bringing her into a hug. Her body shook against you and she was grateful you didn’t draw attention to her tears. It felt good to cry, therapeutic. She couldn’t recall the last time she allowed herself to cry. In hindsight, it was such a basic human emotion but she never allowed herself to feel it. But as she cried in your arms, feeling a weight being lifted off her chest she felt safe. And loved.

When Natasha felt the buzzing, when the guilt began to feel all-consuming, and she was drowning from the bloodshed and screams, she didn’t turn to dance. Because dancing didn’t remind her of pain, of instructors yelling at her and other young girls to be perfect. Natasha would pull you closer to her chest and bask in the morning sunlight in your studio apartment. The faint smell of the lavender that you claimed helped you fall asleep, calmed her racing heart. She felt you stir, feeling slightly bad about waking you up. You moved onto your back, eyes blinking open slowly. Natasha smiled. “Hi baby,” your voice was slurred. The redhead traced the lines of your forehead, down to your nose, and lips. “A nightmare?” Sleep was clearing from your eyes. Natasha hummed in agreement. “What do you need?” Instead of answering, she kissed you slowly.

“I have everything I need right here,” Natasha whispered. “I love you, malen’kaya tantsovschitsa (little dancer).” You smiled.

“I love you, Natty.” Oh, Natasha was never going to get tired of hearing it. _

As a reminder my requests are open, it may take me some time to write them! I'll write for pretty much any character and not just Marvel!

Also, this AU was really cute. Like I said in the beginning if people want to see more, let know me! Especially if you have any ideas.

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To Me You Were Somebody

Intro: Hello hello, long time no write, I decided to write this instead of paying attention to my class, hope y'all enjoy!

Summary: Natasha lets all the fame get to her head, will it cost her everything? Based off this

Word Count: 907

Closing up your job was one of your least favorite things to do on a Friday night, but someone had to do it and unfortunately that someone was you, finishing wiping down the bar top you heard the news alert and looked up, seeing the Avengers at it again with saving the world, you couldn’t help but smile as you saw your best friend appear on the screen, she looked nothing like she had when you two were younger, before she was taken away to the Red Room, she had told you stories about it once she found you again before she took up Peppers position, she had went through hell and back.

As you watched, you couldn’t help the sinking feeling you felt in your chest when you saw the way she looked at Bruce when he finally transformed back into his human form, you had known she’d had a thing for him since before she was even introduced to the team, it made your heart hurt, but you also knew that she was happy, so if she was happy then you were happy, no matter how much it hurt to see.

After you had finished up closing the bar and assisted the remaining servers in getting the rest of the place clean, you headed out, discussing about what their plans were for the rest of the night as you locked the doors “So, Y/N, what’s your plan for the night?” Stein asked, him being one of the servers you could tolerate, going to answer him before you felt your phone vibrate “Looks like I’m meeting up with a friend” you said, replying to Natasha and saying goodbye to the others before you hopped in your car and drove to the bar that she had invited you to.

When you got there, you saw her there with the rest of the Avengers and your heart stuttered, sure you’d met the team and talked with them before but that didn’t make them any less scary to approach “Y/N!” Natasha shouted with a smile, her pulling away from Bruce’s side to hug you which you returned before you both sat back down once more “Hey guys, saw the news feed, you guys did good out there” you said, offering them a smile which made Tony get his signature grin, he always did love the praise.

As the night went on, you noticed more and more how attached Natasha was to Bruce when it seemed like he wouldn’t give her the time of day which made you mad for her, but it didn’t seem that she noticed as she continued chatting with Wanda “Does anyone want anything else to drink?” You finally asked, standing up and needing to get away from the two of them, everyone giving you their drink orders before you headed off to the bar.

As you were waiting for the drinks, you felt someone touch your shoulder, glancing over your shoulder you saw Natasha standing there with a curious look on her face “What’s wrong? You seem out of it” she said, looking at you and you let out a scoff “I’m out of it? You’re the one who is all lovey dovey over a guy who doesn’t give her the time of day” you said, immediately regretting your words when you saw hurt flash over her features.

“Nat I-” “No, you don’t get to say that about him, he loves me and for the first time ever it’s because of me” Natasha interrupted, staring you down as anger rolled throughout your body and you stood a little straighter as you stared her right back down “He obviously doesn’t know you exist when you’re together like this” you argued, gesturing to the guy in question who didn’t even seem to notice that she had slipped away.

That just seemed to make her angrier as her eyes seemed to darken “At least he treats me like I’m somebody!” She snapped, glaring at you which you returned full force “Yeah, but would he love you if you were nobody?!” you snapped back, your body shaking as you felt the anger that you had been holding back for the past year “Nobody loved me when I was nobody!” She shouted, the two of you feeling eyes on you as you both got louder “I did!” You shouted, watching the shock that appeared on her face as you took a shaky step backwards.

“Before the Avengers… Before the fame… Before the lie…” You said, voice cracking as you fought back the angry tears, you knew how she had tricked everyone to get close and you were sure they did to, but that was what even got it all started and it hurt to see what she had become, sure she was a badass who saved the world, but she also had become very selfish and unreasonable “To me you were somebody, Natasha… But now you’re nothing… But a fake”.

Natasha stared at you for a long moment before she reached out “Y/N-” “No,you don’t get it… Just leave me alone” you said, smacking her hand away before you asked to close your tab, leaving the bar shortly after, tears starting to slip down your cheeks as you got in your car and started it, hoping that one day Natasha would realize her wrongs and become the woman you loved once again as you drove away.

End Note: Hope y'all enjoyed! I'm going back to my hidey hole now! <3

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Jealousy

Masterlist Nat Masterlist

Relationship: Natasha x Reader

Summary: Natasha is yearning after Y/n and doesn't like it when a man makes an attempt to hit on the one she wants to call her own.

Word Count: 3025

Y/N’s POV:

No one was even sure why Tony was throwing a party this time, but all of the Avengers were grateful for an opportunity to relax and make the most of the free bar. In the last year that I’ve been a part of the Avengers I’ve lost count of the number of parties Tony has thrown on the fly.

There was still an hour to go until the party started and I was still stood in my towel, fresh from the shower, staring at my wardrobe trying to decide what to wear. I hung up the two options and decided to finish my makeup before making my choice.

Just as I was slipping on my dress, there was a knock at the door. I checked my watch and see that it’s already 7 o’clock. Opening the door, I see my best friend Wanda stood in a beautiful low cut green dress which fell just below her knee. “Wow, Vision is one lucky microwave” I joked causing Wanda to roll her eyes and hit my arm with her clutch purse. “Ha ha very funny Y/N. Need a hand there?” She responded motioning towards my failed attempt to zip up my dress.

I nodded and she wondered over, placing her purse on my desk, before reaching down to pull the zip up and clipping the top clasp. “Done, you’re looking gorgeous Y/N. Nat won’t be able to take her eyes off of you.” Wanda teased as she straightened out my dress for me and giving me a wink.

Wanda was the only one who knew how I felt about Nat. Every time I was around her, I became a stuttering mess, unable to form words. It felt like she would literally take my breath away. I can’t deny that the dress I picked was one I hoped would grab her attention.

“We better get going or Tony is going to be mad at us for being late.” I grabbed my bag slipping in my phone and closed my bedroom door whilst offering my arm out to Wanda. We walked down the corridor and into the elevator. “To the party if you will JARVIS.” I called out to the building AI. “Of course Miss L/N.”

I started to get bit nervous as I watched the floor numbers increase. “Breath Y/N, you look stunning and I know that Nat won’t be able to resist you. And if it all goes to pot, well I’m here for you and we’ll just get drunk together ok.” I squeezed Wanda’s hand in thanks and took a deep breath as the doors to the party opened.

Linking arms once again, Wanda and I descended the stairs to join our friends. As we walked down, I saw the teams heads turn towards us, both Bucky and Vision stood holding their hands out to help us down the last few steps. “You are both looking beautiful tonight.” Bucky said as he took my hand and nodded towards Wanda.

“Thanks Buck, you scrub up well yourself.” I replied scanning the room to find Natasha. As I gazed towards the bar our eyes met before Nat quickly turned away. Hmm, that’s strange. I decided to make my way to the bar, I’m going to need some alcohol in me if I’m going to be able to go through with speak with Nat tonight.

Nat’s POV:

I heard the elevator ding as the doors opened and as I looked up, I saw Wanda and Y/N exiting linked arm in arm. I stood stuck in my spot as I watched as Y/N glided down the stairs. Her red dress had a low cut showing off her cleavage, the material hugging her body in all her in all the right places accentuating her curves. My mouth has gone dry and I can’t tear my eyes away, my mind racing wishing it was me that was holding on to her arm.

As she reached the bottom of the stairs, I saw her searching the room and that’s when our eyes met. I quickly turned away to hide the fact I had just gawped at her like a piece of meat. “Hey Nat, you look beautiful tonight” I looked around as I saw Y/N smiling at the bar taking a seat. “Thanks Y/N, you look amazing too. What can I get you?” I ask trying to keep my cool. I can’t believe the affect she has on me. When I’m around her, I struggle to think clearly and my whole focus ends up on the sweet woman.

“I’ll take a whiskey please.” I nod and slide over a glass noticing her down it before indicating for another. I chuckled as I filled the glass up again. This time she nursed it and struck up a conversation. I didn’t really hear what she was saying, I just watched smiling at her nodding along at the right points, I hope.

We’re suddenly interrupted by Steve who greets us both. “Ladies, I hope you’re enjoying the party. Nat I was wondering if I could have this dance?” He looked towards me and held out his hand. I looked towards Y/N and for a brief moment I thought I saw a hint of disappointment in her eyes, but it was gone so quickly as she smiled. “Watch out for her 2 left feet Steve.” She joked. I rolled my eyes and went to put away the whiskey bottle. “oh you can leave that with me Nat” She smirks reaching out to take the bottle from my hand.

Steve directs me over to the dance floor and places his hand on my waist and takes my left hand in his as we sway around the floor. I take glances every now and then over to the bar and watch as Y/N carries on drinking her whiskey. She’s joined every now and then from different members of the team and I get lost in her smile and my heart skips every time I hear her infectious laugh.

The next time I look over I see a man join her at the bar, someone I don’t recognise. As I carry on dancing with Steve, I watch their interaction intently. Her laugh again echoes through me. However, it doesn’t have the same effect this time. Her laugh is directed to the mysterious man sat opposite her. My jaw clenches as he reaches out and puts a fallen strand of hair behind Y/N ear. His hand then trailing down her arm, whilst his dark lust filled eyes bore a hole through her.

I struggle to keep my calm, I’m no longer moving to the music with Steve, which he notices looking over in her direction. “Why don’t you go and ask her to dance?” He questions pulls me away from staring at her interaction with the man. I look towards Steve and he’s smiling giving me a gentle nudge in her direction.

Before I take a step forward, I notice the man place his hand on her knee, causing Y/N to pull back slightly. She gave off an awkward laugh as she pulled her dress down and turned her legs away. I could see that she was uncomfortable now, but the guy wasn’t taking the hint. Steve also noticed this and walked with me in her direction, his protective nature kicking in.

As we get closer, we can hear their conversation. “Oh come on, you don’t wear a dress like that to a party like this not wanting some fun.” I felt my blood boil. “I-uh sorry, I’m not looking for anything like that. I-I’m just going to leave.” Before she could stand up, he aggressively places his hand on to her thigh and takes her face in his hand. “You don’t walk away from me bitch.” In trying to get away from the man Y/N trips over the bar stool and lands with a thud on the floor.

“HEY, get your hands off of her.” Before I could even react, Steve had ran over and landed a punch square in the man’s face knocking him out. The music stops and everyone’s eyes turn towards the commotion. I run over to Y/N to help her off the floor.

“Y/N/N, are you ok?! No, don’t try and stand just take a moment you hit your head pretty hard.” Kneeling down beside her I help her to a sitting position. Bucky and Steve dragged the unconscious man out of the party whilst Tony and Wanda come running over. “Y/N are you ok? My God what happened?” Wanda said joining me on the floor the other side of Y/N. I filled her in on what happened as Tony paced slightly. “I’m so sorry Y/N, I don’t even know who that man is. I promise next time I’ll make sure to vet the guest list.” I could see the guilt on his face, something Tony rarely has.

“Guys I’m fine. I don’t like making a scene, I’m sorry for ruining the party. I’m just going to head back up to me room.” She stands up with Wanda and I gripping her arms making sure she’s ok. “I’ll take you back.” I offer. She smiles and I take her hand in mine. “Take care of her Nat.” Wanda says, her voice laced in concern. I nod in acknowledgement, and we leave the party towards her room.

There was an awkward silence as we rode the elevator. “I’m sorry for taking you away from the party Nat. You were having a nice time with Steve.” She says looking down at the floor. I grip her and again to gain her attention. “I don’t want to go back. I wasn’t enjoying myself when I saw that man with his hands on you. I just wish I had noticed you were uncomfortable earlier.” She lifts her head to make eye contact with me and went to speak as the elevator door opened.

We were still in silence as Y/N had opened her door. I entered and closed it behind me, deciding it was time to take the leap. “Y/N, are you ok?” She looks up at me and nods. “Yeah I’m fine. Not how I wanted the night to go. I shouldn’t have even engaged in conversation with him, but I just didn’t want to cause a problem. Turns out I did that anyway. Urgh I just hate how he thought he could touch me.”

I slowly walk towards her and turned her to face me. “You did nothing wrong. He was the creep. I could kill him just thinking about his hands on you.” We made eye contact and I looked down to her lips, noticing she had her bottom lip between her teeth. In the heat of the moment, I crashed my lips into hers. I pulled away “Shit, sorry, I-I shouldn’t have done that, I’m so sor…” but before I could finish, she pulled me into a passionate kiss.

She had slowly backed me towards the door deepen the kiss at every opportunity. We pulled away to catch our breath and I rested my head on her hers. “I like you Y/N and I want you to be mine. I want it to only be me that touches you.” I breathe out rubbing my thumb across her cheek.

“Then I’m all yours Nat” She whispers as she pulls me in again, but this time unzips my dress leaving it to fall in a pool at my feet. I’m stood there in my matching black lace underwear. Her eyes have turned dark as she looks at me with such lust. She pulls me towards her bed and lays me down before straddling me. “You’re wearing too much” I say as she giggles trying to unzip her own dress. I slap her hands away sitting up, slowly pulling the zip down ensuring my knuckle grazes her back.

With her dress off I flip us over and start to kiss her neck, quickly finding her sweet spot causing Y/N to moan. A moan which sends tingles down my body pooling in my centre. I leave kisses over her neck and collarbone slowly making my way down. I reach her breasts and look up and her as she nods in consent. I reach behind her back and unclip her bra, tossing it somewhere on the floor. I sit back and admire her stunning body. “You’re beautiful Y/N” I state leaning in for a soft loving kiss.

As we kiss, I reach down and slowly massage her breasts. I once again start kissing down before latching on to her right nipple, swirling my tongue around her hard nipple whilst grabbing the left. Her body squirms underneath me as I switch sides giving the same attention. “Nat, please.” I look up loving the site I see. “Are you sure Y/N, we don’t have to go any further.” I pull back up to her eye level wanting to make sure she wants this. “Nat, I have wanted this for months. Please just fuck me already, if you don’t, I’ll do it myself.” I laugh placing kisses all over her face. “Now now, there’s no need for that. I’ve got you.” I smile, placing one last kiss on her lips before I make my way down her perfect body, leaving kisses down the valley between her breasts. I take my time as I reach her panties. I look up once more and she nods again.

I slowly pull her panties down as she lifts her hips so I can slide them off. I place a couple of kisses on her thighs as he hips buck. “Someone’s impatient.” I whisper before sliding a finger between her folds causing a moan to fall from her lips. I slowly rub my finger over her clit and watch the reaction my touch has on her body. “Oh, Nat” She moans. I slowly slip in a finger and gently thrust allowing her to get used to it. More moans falling from her lips. As I slip in a second finger I notice that she’s biting he lip trying to stop her moans come out. “Don’t do that. I want to hear you.” I say pulling her lip from between her teeth with my other hand. I kiss her again as I gradually get fast in my thrusts. “Oh God, yes Nat. Please, faster” Y/N moans, I don’t hesitate to give her what she wants as I increase my speed to thrust in and out making sure to rub my thumb on her clit adding to her pleasure.

As I curl my fingers I hit her g-spot causing her to gasp “NAT! yes, I’m so close” I go faster curling my fingers at random. “Cum for me baby.” I whisper in her ear. I feel her walls tighten around my fingers and with one last curl of my fingers, she releases on my fingers calling out my name. I let her rid out her high before carefully pulling out.

Her whole body is shaking as she tried to catch her breath. “That… was, wow” Y/N breathlessly says. I look into her eyes with pure love. “You look beautiful when you cum” I say causing her to chuckle. “All for you Nat.” She laughs. As I lie next to her, she props herself on her elbow looking at my body up and down. She trails her hand down from my neck to my breasts, still hidden in my bra. She slips her hand inside and grasps my breast causing my breath to hitch.

Before I know it, Y/N has straddled me and my bra is on the floor. She squeezes my bare breasts as we engage in a heated kiss. Our tongues fighting for dominance which she wins. I let out a slight moan as her knee makes contact with my clit. She sits up and smirks as she leads kisses down my body hesitating at the waist band of my panties. “Can I touch you?” She asks, her innocent eyes locking in on mine. “Please do” I respond almost in desperation.

As she pulls down my underwear she licks across my clit. The feel causes me to buck my hips trying to gain more friction. I can feel her smirk against my clit. “Wow you’re so wet Nat.” She says as she rubs her finger between my folds. “All for you” I whisper as her tongue swirls in circles over my sensitive nub. I grab the sheets in my right hand, my knuckles turning white, as I latch my left in her hair pushing her closer to me centre allowing me to grind against her.

I feel a white heat flood through my body and a knot form in my stomach. “Ahhh, Y/N, fuck, fuck. I’m going to cum”. Before I can let go, she thrusts two fingers inside me curling straight away brushing against my g-spot causing me to let out a pornographic moan. The complete pleasure of her touch causes me to become undone over her face. She laps up all that I have released, and I whimper a little as she pulls her fingers out of me.

She leaves kisses up my stomach before pushing her lips into mine, I moan as I taste myself on her. I pull her into me as snuggles her head into my neck. “That was incredible Y/N. No one has ever made me feel like that.” I slowly rub my hand up and down her bare back, enjoying this calm moment between us. “Well I hope this isn’t a one time thing Nat. I like you, and I really want to be doing this again with you.” She laughs. “Lift her head up so she’s looking at me. “I like you too Y/N and if you’ll have me, I’m all yours.” A smile grows on her face and she looks down towards my lips. She plants a kiss on me, but this one is different, it’s tender and full of love. I pull up the bedsheet and cover our naked bodies as we cuddle up in each other’s arms.

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Feel Good Drag, Pt 2

Feel Good Drag

Part 1

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Chrissy Cunningham, Eddie Munson x OC (eventually)

Summary: Natalie and Eddie had been best friends for a few years since she moved to Hawkins. The pair had been inseparable...until Chrissy Cunningham came into the picture.

Trigger Warnings: Suicide attempt, overdose, Sexual Assault/rape

Notes: I decided not to really describe the OC so the reader can imagine them however they want. The only definite/clear describer (is that a word?) is that it is a she/her OC.

Written by @the-stuttering-kiwi Co-owner of @once-upon-a-fanfic

Edited by @theshadowsparade Co-owner of @once-upon-a-fanfic

Word Count: 3,336

Eddie

Eddie sat on the edge of his chair, his right leg tapping in tune with his heart in his chest. The beep of the monitors and the hiss of the oxygen tank made him want to crawl out of his skin.

He couldn't look at Nat for longer than a second—just long enough to make sure her chest was still rising and falling. Bruising spread across her cheeks and brow. He kept his eyes focused on the wall, jaw clenched.

Tap, tap, tap, tap .

"They don't have a prognosis yet," Dustin's voice sounded far away and muffled, "But she seems stable for now."

He was letting the others know what happened–of course, he would want to make sure everyone was in the loop, which was something Eddie couldn't bring himself to do. He heard Dustin say, "Thankfully, Eddie got her to throw up a bunch of whatever she took."

Eddie snorted; yeah, right he was the reason she was alive. He ran his fingers through his brown frizzy hair and dug his fingers into his scalp in frustration.

Didn't they know he was also the reason she was almost dead?

"Yeah, I'll let you guys know. Talk soon." Dustin hung up the phone. He stood next to Eddie, placing a comforting hand on his shoulder. "She's gonna be okay, Eds."

"You don't know that," he muttered.

"Sure she is. She's not on a ventilator or anything," Dustin tried to sound hopeful.

Eddie glanced at the tubes and wires hooked onto Nat and shook his head. "They said they lost her twice in the ambulance, man. They don't know what she is going to be like when she wakes up. If she wakes up."

Dustin didn't say anything else, but his grip on Eddie's shoulder tightened. Maybe he should let the kid have some sort of hope, but after tonight–he wasn't sure he would have a happy thought again.

After a beat, Dustin released his grip on his friend. "I'm going to take a breather and send Chrissy up, okay?"

"Okay."

Chrissy…

Eddie wasn't sure why, but in the back of his mind, he was angry with her. Maybe because he was furious with himself for not being there for Nat, and that reason was because he had been so focused on Chrissy. He knew it wasn't fair, but if he didn't spread some of that anger onto someone else he thought he would crumble under the weight of it all.

"Eds?" Chrissy's voice came from behind him. He tried to jerk his head to show he heard her but wasn't sure his body actually followed through. He heard her light footsteps as she came into the room and sat next to him. "I have something to give you."

Eddie turned to see what it was; she had Nat's journal.

"Where did you find that?" he asked quietly. Though she was offering it to him, he couldn't bring himself to take it from her.

"When they got her out of the bathroom, it was laying where we found her. I grabbed it before we left."

Eddie gingerly took the book from her. He suddenly wondered if Chrissy had read it; even just the thought made him furious.

Chrissy seemed to know what he was thinking and held up her hands. "I didn't open it. There may not be any answers in there, but if there is, you should be the one to read it."

Eddie swallowed loudly, glancing down at the journal in his hands. It somehow felt very heavy.

"I'm going to head home," Chrissy said, "This is all… too much for me…"

Eddie turned back and continued to stare at the wall. He didn't blame her. Chrissy's life was all sunshine and fucking rainbows–and fooling around with the freak had been fun. But the realization that the real world was still out there quickly killed the buzz. This world, his world, wasn't really for her.

He gave a quick nod.

"I hope she will be okay." Chrissy said sincerely. When Eddie didn't respond, she left.

Tap, tap, tap…

Eddie flipped the journal around in his hands. If he was being honest, he was terrified to open it. He knew why Nat did this—that this was all his fault. He just didn't want to see it on paper.

"Chrissy left?" Dustin asked, snapping Eddie back to reality.

He wasn't sure how long he had sat there, tossing the journal between his hands. When Chrissy left, the sun was just beginning to rise. Now, it looked high in the sky.

"Yeah, it was too much for her," he said.

Dustin huffed and pulled a chair over to sit next to Eddie. He noticed the journal and asked, "What's that?"

"Chrissy found it in Nat's bathroom when they moved her. I… haven't been able to open it."

"You should read it, Eddie."

"Why? I already know it's my fault," Eddie snapped.

Dustin shook his head. "Man, it's all our fault. We didn't realize how far we let her pull away…"

Eddie considered this. How long had it been since she went to a DND session? Sat with them at lunch? Why didn't they try harder to make her see they still wanted her around?

Taking a deep breath, Eddie opened the journal. He flipped through the pages; he saw his name peppered here and there until he reached yesterday's date.

"The night Eddie told me he fucked Chrissy Cunningham felt like a punch to the gut. Like one of those punches where you are doubled over, gasping in air but somehow it never reaches your lungs."

Eddie closed his eyes and the journal. He was right—it was all his fault.

Natalie

Nat nervously bounced her leg on the edge of Eddie's bed. She was waiting for him to get home, though she knew he stopped at a party on the way back from school. She knew he had no interest in the party itself, but it was the chance of earning extra money that got his attention. While they may be too chicken to try the other stuff, the kids would surely clear Eddie out of his stock of weed.

The thrill of rolling a natural 20 during tonight's DND session and saving the campaign was still racing through her veins, making her feel brave. In fact, it made her brave enough to decide she was finally ready to tell Eddie she was in love with him.

Anxiety seeped in slowly as she planned what she was going to say to him. She hoped it wouldn't be a surprise, or that he was struggling to tell her the same thing. If he rejected her, she didn't know what she would do. For one, she would have to spend more time at home with her mom and Craig.

Nat shuddered.

Everyone knew about Creeper Craig. She had been mortified when her mom brought him home, saying he was her boyfriend. When she told him, Eddie gave her an open invitation to spend as much time as she wanted at his trailer.

After what seemed like forever, Nat finally heard the doorknob rattle. Her heart was in her throat, and she continued to bounce her leg on the edge of the mattress.

"Nat! Nat, I'm so glad you're here. I gotta tell you what happened tonight!" Eddie was excited, giddy; it radiated off of him. He bounded into his room and stood in front of her, his hands clasped together with eagerness.

"I gotta tell you something too!" Nat smiled.

"Me first, me first! Please, this is going to blow your mind."

What's one more minute? Nat said, "Fine, go ahead."

"Okay," Eddie took a big, dramatic breath. "I slept with Chrissy Cunningham."

Natale stopped bouncing. The adrenaline drained from her veins, and her ears rang with nothingness.

"What?"

Eddie blathered, "I'm at the party, right? And Chrissy and Douchebag Carver get into a huge fight. Huge! And I was just about to talk some freshman into the new Northern Lights I got, and it happened."

"You were talking to a freshman and found yourself fucking Chrissy Cunningham," she asked incredulously.

"No, no, no," Eddie shook his head. "I didn't see that behind me… they were playing some spin the bottle, seven minutes in heaven game from hell. And when it was Chrissy's turn, she literally stopped the bottle so it landed on me." He pointed at himself for dramatic effect. "Me."

"You?"

"Me. So Chrissy pulled me in the closet, and I expected to just be standing in there with her awkwardly. I figured she'd use this moment to hold over Jason. But the next thing I knew, her hand was in my pants."

Nat clenched her jaw. "Wow, crazy," she said half-heartedly.

Eddie held out his hands in front of him. "Look at me; I'm still shaking."

"You sound like you need to sit down before you pass out," her feeble attempt at a joke sounded dull and hollow.

"Good idea." Eddie sunk into the mattress next to Nat. After a beat, he asked, "So, what did you have to tell me?"

"What?"

"When I got home? You said you had something to tell me?"

"Oh, I actually forgot what it was." She laughed to sound convincing. "Must not have been important."

"You sure?" Eddie asked kindly, his hand covering hers.

"Yeah, I'm sure I'll remember eventually." She forced a smile.

Eddie didn't push anymore. He laid back on his side of the bed and lit a cigarette, a huge grin on his face.

Nat sat frozen on the edge of the bed for a few moments. She couldn't move; it was like she had forgotten how to, like her lungs didn't remember how to expand. She had been emotionally gut punched.

"You gonna lay down sometime tonight?"

Eddie

Eddie stared at the wall in front of him. The journal lay open in his hands, his finger tracing Nat's handwriting-it looked hurried.

"She was going to tell me she loved me," Eddie's voice was barely audible.

"When?" Dustin asked.

"The night I slept with Chrissy. I remember getting home; I was just so excited to tell someone. I think she said she wanted to tell me something. But I dropped the bomb and I don't really remember what happened after that…"

None of this made sense. Eddie decided a long time ago that Nat couldn't possibly have feelings for him. Nat was busting her ass to get out of Hawkins, whereas Eddie was in his third senior year and made money by selling drugs. Why would Nat want to be with a guy who had no future? She deserved better than him.

He looked back down at the journal and read.

"I didn't think Chrissy was going to be around for long. I thought maybe once he got it out of his system he would come to his senses and I'd try to tell him again. But he didn't. And soon, she was showing up to our table at lunch. I couldn't believe it. In front of everyone. Knowing this wasn't just a fling took the legs out from under me. The day I came to lunch and saw Chrissy in my spot next to Eddie… that's the day that crippled me."

Natalie

Nat couldn't believe it: Chrissy was sitting in her spot next to Eddie, while Nat had to take the seat at the end of the lunch table, in the only remaining spot. Dustin and Mike stared at the pair at the opposite end with big amused grins spread across their faces. Gareth and Jeff didn't know where to look.

"It's not natural," Gareth muttered, watching as Chrissy wove Eddie's hair between her fingers. Nat could hear Eddie murmuring something to Chrissy to make her giggle, but she wasn't sure what.

Jeff cleared his throat. "Are we still doing DND tonight?"

The mention of his favorite game made Eddie pull away from Chrissy. "Of course we're playing DND! Why wouldn't we?"

"I guess we thought you'd be too, uh, busy, to come up with a new campaign."

Eddie snorted, "Never too busy my friend. Same time, same place. 6PM in the room behind the auditorium."

Nat couldn't wait for the session tonight. She longed for some normal, Chrissy-less time with her friends. She even hurried to get to the session early, hoping she could snag some alone time with Eddie without everyone around. She missed him—not just in a "I'm in love with you" kind of way, but in a "he's my best friend" kind of way. With his nights mostly spent with Chrissy, Nat ended up sleeping at home. It had been days since they had spent quality time together.

But when she arrived, Eddie wasn't alone.

"Oh hey." Nat waved awkwardly from the doorway.

"Hey," Eddie replied brightly. He was setting up his DM screen and prepping the map. Chrissy, who seemed to be everywhere lately, was flipping through one of Eddie's books. "You're early; the session doesn't start for another 20 minutes."

"I know. I was going to help you set up." Nat gestured to the table.

"Oh, thanks. Chrissy and I got it all set up. I'm just adding the finishing touches." Eddie plopped a figure on one of the grids on the map.

"I see. I"ll just wait then," Nat tried to sound light, but her heart felt heavy. She walked over to her chair and started to pull it out to sit down.

Eddie held up a hand to stop her. "Hey, can Chrissy sit there?"

"Chrissy?"

"Yeah, she's going to play with us tonight!" Eddie explained with a grin, completely oblivious to the fact that Nat was trying her hardest to keep standing. "And since it's her first time, I thought if she sat by me I could teach her how to play."

"Okay," Nat said the word slowly. She glanced at Chrissy, who smiled at her and continued to flip through the book she was holding.

Nat sat at her new spot at the end of the table and waited for the others to arrive. Once full of excitement, she now wanted this session to be over as quickly as possible.

Once everyone arrived and got over the shock of Chrissy joining their party, the session started. No one seemed to notice that Natalie was hardly participating. No one seemed to mind Chrissy being there.

And when the session was over, no one seemed to mind that Nat quickly grabbed her dice, shoved them in her bag, and left with a hurried goodbye.

Eddie

" I couldn't get away from her. I eventually stopped sitting with the guys at lunch and stopped going to DND, but I don't think they really noticed or cared. They had Chrissy, who was brighter and bubblier than I was. Why wouldn't they prefer to have her around?"

Eddie swallowed hard and felt his throat tighten. Had none of them really noticed?

" I just want to be clear. I don't hate Chrissy. I've actually always liked her–she's kinder than you would expect. But Chrissy has everything she could ever want… why did she have to come into my world and take the little that I had?"

"Somehow, I managed to stay stable over the next few weeks. Even with Craig hiding behind every corner, waiting to make his move or press me against the wall, taunting me if we passed each other in the hallway. I managed to fight my way through… until this morning."

Eddie shifted uncomfortably in his seat. His blood turned cold, but he couldn't stop reading.

Natalie

"Hey, Nat!" Dustin called. When she turned her head, she saw him waving at her from the other side of the school parking lot.

Nat hesitated for a moment; did she want to interact? Her legs surprised her by taking initiative and closing the gap between them. "Hi Dustin," she tried to give him a smile, but she was pretty sure those muscles didn't work anymore.

"I haven't seen you in forever; where have you been?"

Right under your nose, she thought. "Just been busy. It's senior year," she shrugged, hoping he wouldn't press her any further.

"You should come to DND tonight," he said.

"I dunno, Dustin. I haven't been in weeks."

He shook his head. "So what? No excuses. Take a break and come slay a dragon or necromancer or whatever horrible thing Eddie cooked up."

Eddie… Even hearing his name made her stomach flop unpleasantly. Wouldn't he rather see Chrissy?

"I'll try," she wanted to sound convincing, but she was sure she just sounded hollow.

Thankfully, the bell rang before Dustin could push anymore. "I gotta go," she quickly disappeared into the school.

When 6:30 rolled around, Nat finally worked up enough nerve to stand, albeit frozen in place, outside the door to their DND room. If she left now, no one would be the wiser… And she was very tempted to leave. Instead, though, she made herself take a step forward and peek through the window in the door.

If Nat had any fight left in her, it drained from her in that moment. Through the window, she saw Jeff, Gareth, Mike, Dustin, Eddie, and Chrissy sitting around the table. Eddie was being his typical animated self while the others watched him in anticipation for his next move. Big, enthusiastic grins were plastered on their faces.

Nat took a step back, her breath was caught in her chest. Her body buzzed with nothingness.

They didn't miss her at all.

She was completely empty.

Eddie

"She did show up last night," Eddie said hoarsely, glancing at Dustin.

"When? I didn't see her."

"She was going to come in, I think, but saw us through the window."

"Why didn't she just come in?" Dustin shook his head. To him, it didn't make any sense.

But to Eddie, it did. "She thinks we replaced her… that we were better off."

Dustin furrowed his eyebrows in confusion. Wordlessly, Eddie dove back into her journal.

"I felt disconnected from my body. It carried me to Eddie's trailer, and I dug through his stuff for the pills. I should have cleaned up after myself. I should have left money. Or a note. But I was determined and I didn't want to lose my nerve.

"When I finally found the baggie, I thought about only taking one or two… just enough to get high and feel something other than debilitating loneliness. But something told me to just pocket the whole thing, so I did.

"When I got back home, I prayed Craig was asleep so I could sneak up to my room without him bothering me. When I saw his chair was empty, I took my chance and crept to the kitchen to grab a soda from the fridge. But when I turned around, Craig found me."

Eddie squeezed his eyes shut, his stomach flip-flopped uncomfortably. He had a feeling what she was going to write next.

"Craig probably thinks I had secretly wanted it. The truth is I just couldn't fight back. It was like it was happening to someone other than me—like I was watching from above my body. When it was done, the baggie in my pocket was calling my name. I emptied the pills into my hand as I ran upstairs and had them swallowed before I even closed my bedroom door."

Eddie slammed the journal closed, making Dustin jump. He stood up on quaking legs, made for the bathroom attached to the room, and barely made it to the toilet before he started retching, his stomach churning up nothing but bile.

In the room, he heard Dustin flip the pages in the journal. Dustin gasped when he found the page.

"We have to tell someone," Dustin's voice came from behind him in the doorway.

Eddie could only nod as he continued to spit bile into the bowl.

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8bitscarlet · 3 years

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Hi 👋 can I have a yelena belova x reader where she meets reader and is nervous and stuttering and just adorable ?.

Stuttering Over You

Pairing: Yelena x Reader

Genre/Warnings: Fluff

Word Count: 1.8k

A/N: I hope you enjoy this and thank you for sending in this request, it was fun to write! Happy reading!

*please do not repost or translate my material or claim as yours. reblogs,comments and likes are always appreciated! *

Translations:

идиот: idiot

Ненавижу тебя: I hate you (Nena-vishy tebya)

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“Natasha, when do we get to meet your sister?” Peter jogs towards the redhead as she saunters out of the meeting room.

She sighs, flipping through the file in her hand because she’s told the poor boy at least ten times in the last two days. He’s excited to have someone new and around his age in the Compound, since Shuri only visits so much from Wakanda. You're closer to Natasha’s sister’s age than he is, but you’re always hanging out with the older Avengers and never understand what slang he’s using.

Nat plops down next to you on the couch with a sigh, “I told you, when her mission is done. You should shake those cobwebs out of your head, kid.”

Peter wrings his fingers with a nervous grin. Luckily for him, Tony calls him from his lab and the kid takes the getaway before he asks something obvious again and annoys the Black Widow further. You watch him sprint away with a quiet chuckle as Nat curls in one of her legs.

“Yelena is going to eat him alive,” Nat chuckles and glances over at you.

You give her a shrug, “He’s a puppy, looking for a friend who can keep up with him.”

As she blows air through her lips, she rolls her green eyes, “You’ll be here tomorrow when she shows up right?”

Of course she knew Yelena was coming tomorrow. Who knows what questions the kid would’ve had for Nat. If we were going to throw a Welcome party, should he wear something specific, bring food or something. She just saved herself a small headache.

With a nod, you stand to go find Wanda to make sure training is still on tomorrow, “Course, I’m not making a bad impression with an assassin.”

Nat chuckles, “If you want to make a really good impression, compliment her vest.”

Furrowing your brows in confusion, you decide not to ask about it and head off towards the movie room where Pietro and Wanda should be.

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Ducking below the projectile Wanda throws at you, you lose sight of her grey-haired brother. Wanda keeps your attention though, threatening every step with her magic that you just manage to avoid. Your moves get you closer to her and you nearly have her in a position to pin her to the ground. Instead, your feet get knocked out from under you and your back hits the mat with a thud.

You groan, holding your sore ribs as you try and breathe calmly to refill the air that got knocked out of you. Sweat is pouring down your face as Pietro peers down at you with a cocky smile,

“You didn’t see that coming?”

You grab his hand as he lifts you up onto your feet as you shove his head away, “You really need a new catchphrase.”

Padding feet catch all of your attentions as you look over and see an excited Peter sprinting into the sparring room,

“Natasha’s sister is here!”

As quickly as he came, he leaves again. The three of you glance at each other with quiet laughs and start making your way to greet the newbie. Trying to clean off some of the sweat on your body, you step into the front kitchen as Natasha walks in with Yelena. You’d only seen pictures of her from Nat but now you see her in front of you.

She’s shorter than Natasha, which you know Pietro will certainly be poking fun at despite risking being killed in his sleep. Her blonde hair is pulled back into a ponytail, brown topaz eyes squinting with irritation as Peter is bouncing off the walls with a million questions. Her eyes glance around in curiosity as yours glance over her, feeling your eyes widen as you take all of her in.

You separate from the group as Wanda and Pietro introduce themselves first, while you grab an apple to make peace with your growling stomach. Biting into the crisp and juicy fruit, you wipe the juice that drips out your mouth with the back of your hand.

With a grin, you walk up to Yelena and hold out your hand, eyeing the green vest she has on, “Hey, I’m Y/N. I don't want to be forward but how many snacks can you fit in that vest?”

In the short time she’s been here, you’re expecting either a short and curt response like she gave after the tenth question from Peter, or a witty response like she had given to the Maximoff twins. As you shake her rather limp hand, odd for someone who could probably kill you five different ways in this position, her mouth opens but nothing comes out. Nat catches onto this immediately, a rather vicious grin spreads on her face as she nudges into her sister.

Yelena looks at her than back to you, taking back her hand quickly as she clears her throat. She averts her eyes from you to look down at her vest and starts to pull at her pockets,

“I uh… I got it… It was the first thing I ever bought,” You notice the flushness in her cheeks as she talks, glancing up at you but not entirely looking at you, “My own modifications and stuff, yeah.”

You chuckle, biting into your apple with a nod, “I think it’s pretty cool.”

Yelena smacks her sister in the arm, “See, people think it is cool.”

Natasha chuckles, throwing her arm over Yelena’s shoulder and glances back at you, “I told you I liked it!”

As they walk away, you take a step forward and call out Yelena’s name. She’s quick to turn around, looking smaller than when she first walked in, her eyes nervously resting on you, “It’s movie night tonight. Make sure Nat gets the candy I like, please.”

Nat waves you away, “It’s disgusting! Don’t listen to them Yelena, they’ll get you in trouble.”

Your brows raise as you wink, “You seem like you like trouble. Better stick with me.”

That nearly sends Yelena into more incoherent babbling, but you watch her take in a deep breath, “Favorite candy. I’ll remember.”

As the two sisters walk away to get her settled down into her room, you watch her walk away. Walking up the stairs, Yelena peers back at you and your eyes settle together. You smile at her, feeling a warmth in your chest as you see her hand do a small wave as she takes the stairs two at a time. Pietro nudges into you as he wiggles his brows,

“Someone has got the hots on the newbie.”

You roll your eyes, “Please, you’re just upset she isn’t ogling you and begging you to take her in your arms.”

Wanda laughs out from the kitchen as she starts to prepare snacks for the movie night. Pietro sticks his tongue out before speeding off to go find Peter who snuck off after Yelena told him she had no idea what he was talking about when he brought up Ted Cruz and the Zodiac Killer.

Yelena kept her promise, she brought you practically an armful of your favorite candy, pulling some out of her vest pocket to pull a laugh from you. It worked and your eyes were glued to each other for just a moment longer. Natasha was all over this, the same teasing smile whenever she saw the two of you talking. Well, Yelena stumbling over her words as you tried to keep calm and cool.

That night, Nat put Yelena right next to you, as she squeezed in to the left of Yelena and kept her between the two of you. Yelena tried your favorite candy for the first time and loved it, much to Nat’s disbelief. But you poured them out into a bowl and shared them through the movie, fingers skimming each other and your breath catching in your throat every time.

Over the first month, Yelena grew more confident talking to you. She’d still fall over her words whenever you came out of training or back from a mission and you had to take a slow breath when you saw her walk out of the pool once. She was more comfortable sitting around you though, the two of you spending time together in the kitchen or movie room.

Whenever Nat walked in, Yelena always readjusted herself and watched her sister with an irritated stare, you know she gives her younger sister crap because she does the same to you. She's constantly trying to get you to ask her on a date. Nat has practically given you her full blessing but anytime you think it’s the right time, you chicken yourself out.

Today, the two of you finished training together and sit at the kitchen counter as you go over a report from a past mission. Taking pieces of watermelon from a large bowl, Yelena is telling you about the time Nat had bright blue hair in their home in Ohio. As you watch that nostalgic happiness on her face, you see Nat coming around the corner.

“Speaking of the devil,” you mutter and jut your chin out.

Yelena glances down from your eyes quickly before turning around. She groans, resting her head in her hands as Nat leans on the other side of the counter and faces the two of you.

“Yelena,” Nat grins at her.

“Natasha,” Yelena covers her name in her thick accent, a warning to not embarrass her.

“Are you free on Friday?” Yelena glances up at her sister, brows furrowed as Nat continues, “Like around 5:30?”

You watch Yelena sit up straighter, “In the morning? Absolutely not.”

Nat rolls her eyes, “The evening, идиот.”

Yelena clicks her tongue in irritation “Ненавижу тебя. No, I’m not busy and I’m not running your errands again.”

“You,” Natasha ignores her sister’s unneeded comments and points at you, “What about you?”

You let out a soft chuckle, “Yeah, I’m going to be busy staring at my wall.”

Nat slaps the counter with an excited smile, “Great! I’m not. So you two go without me and uh - enjoy your date!”

Your brain freezes as you stare at the spot where she stood, brows furrowing as you start to put the pieces together. You start to say something but as you look at Yelena, her face is glowing red as she shakes her head. Pointing at Nat walking away with a pep in her step, you ask,

“Did she just-?”

Yelena nods, “Yes. And I’m going to kill her.”

Your nervous chuckle morphs into a rib aching laugh as you rest your face in your hands, shaking the stool you sit in. Yelena smacks your shoulder,

“What can be so funny right now? Tell me or you’re going to have to sleep with one eye open.”

Patting your chest as you slowly calm down your breathing, you pat her thigh softly, “I’d love to go out with you on Friday.”

Yelena’s eyes widen at your words and she falls back into her old stuttering ways. You grin, “I think it’ll be more entertaining than staring at a wall.”

You wait for her response as she stares at you with a small smile, “I… I mean you don’t… We don’t…” Yelena clenches her eyes shut and rubs them nervously before looking at you, “Just as long as Nat doesn’t chaperone.”

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On The Run (1)

Ex!Steve Rogers x Fem!Ex-SHIELD Agent!Reader

Series Masterlist | PART 2 > >

Summary: Your ex-boyfriend Steve Rogers needs somewhere to stay after breaking his friends out of the Raft prison in the Atlantic.

Warnings: angst, swearing, exes arguing with each other, unresolved feelings

Word count: 3.1k

Dividers by @maysdigitalarts

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“Do you really think this is a good idea?” Natasha asked as the group of ex-Avengers and criminals wanted by international law enforcement strolled up to an unassuming house.

“Do you have a better one?” Steve queried, quirking a brow as they walked up the steps to the front porch, a heavy sigh resounding throughout the group knowing they had finally made it to their desired location.

“No… But as much as I’ve missed her, do you really think she’ll be willing to help us?” These were questions Nat should have asked well before this moment, as her and Steve were planning their break-in to the Raft prison, not now when they had already completed their journey and were standing outside your house.

“She’ll help you - at least, that’s what I’m banking on.” Steve responded as he knocked on the front door, signalling their arrival.

Inside the house, you were starting to make dinner when you heard the unfamiliar sound of a knock at the door. In the two years since SHIELD fell, you had preferred the simple life. There had been offers from other organisations to join their ranks, but after the revelation that HYDRA had infiltrated and were controlling SHIELD, you didn’t have trust in the system anymore.

Nervousness coursed through your body as you froze, wooden spoon in hand. Who knew where you lived? And why show up at this hour? Turning down the stove, you grabbed the biggest blade available from your knife block and slowly made your way to the door, careful to avoid all the creaky floorboards.

You hadn't been contacted by SHIELD since you resigned, and there was always a small part of you that thought, with all the information that Nat leaked, they would come to find you one day.

“Steve?” You yelled in surprise as you checked through the peephole, yanking the door open to reveal the clique of criminals on your porch.

“Hey, uh... hi, we just - it's been a long day...” Steve stuttered, but the way he looked at you made your heart shatter. It had been nearly two years since he disappeared on you, you had pictured this day in your mind countless times, him walking up the steps of the porch to finally greet you again - in none of them did he look so discontent to see you.

“What are you doing here?” You asked, shaking your head slightly. To say you were surprised to see him again was an understatement. If this was a dream, you wanted to wake up now. Even with dirt smudged over his nose, he was the most beautiful person you ever laid eyes on. How you had missed his gorgeous sky blue irises that you longed to stare into when the weight of the world was on your shoulders, giving you the strength to battle all your demons; freckles running over his cheeks which you loved to tease him about for the sole purpose of hearing his chortling laugh which made you feel at home; supple pink lips you wanted to kiss every morning as the sun came up, hear his deep, gravelly voice whisper words of devotion against your skin.

“Can we come in?” Nat asked, pulling you out of your trance. Her face brought back happy memories too, bar-hopping on weekends, scary movie marathons - you thought she had been your friend, but just like Steve, she had disappeared from your life.

“It's been two years since I’ve spoken to either of you.” You spat with disdain. You hated him. Or more precisely, you hated how much you loved him, even now, after all this time, after abandoning you, the pang deep within your chest let you know just how much you had missed him.

“Y/N, please… You have every right to hate me, but we just need a place to stay for a couple days, then we’ll be out of your hair and you’ll never have to see me again.” He explained, and your heart sank past your stomach - did he not know you at all? Over the past two years all you had wished for was to see him again, the thought that he would leave as quickly as he arrived was enough to make your stomach clench. That wasn’t enough time. You had wanted to spend the rest of you life with this man, and now he could only promise a few days.

A moment passed where the two of you stared at each other, minds churning in contemplation. How had he gone from being your soulmate to looking at you like he couldn’t remember all the mornings he woke up with you in his arms?

“Of course you can stay.” You conceded, opening the front door fully to let all your guests enter. They all mumbled their thanks as they passed, but your eyes still remained on Steve, not wanting to look away from your past love. His hair was longer than he used to like it, but he still looked like your Steve. It was difficult to think that a whole two years had passed. Having him stand this close brought you right back to when he used to welcome you at this very door with an intense kiss after returning from a mission.

“Thank you. I know this is a lot to ask, especially given…” He trailed off, unable to put into words exactly what had transpired between the two of you.

“Stay as long as you need.” You intervened, stopping him from explaining any further. And you meant it, as angry as you were at him for leaving, having him back home was comforting - your dream had been to spend every day with him in this house, this gave you the illusion that had become a reality.

He smiled down at you sincerely as he entered the house last, closing the door behind him. He followed you into the kitchen, where you slotted the knife back into its position and checked on the pot simmering on the stove.

“I don’t have much food, but I’m making minestrone, there’s probably enough for a small bowl each.” You said, lifting the lid of the pot, stirring the soup, letting the aroma fill the room.

“Anything you can provide would be wonderful, thank you. I don’t think the food in prison was very tasty.” He let out a small chuckle and for a second you forgot you were meant to be mad at him.

While the remainder of the team rested in your living room, you and Steve prepped dinner in the kitchen, reminding you of the domestic life you had once shared. He informed you about the events of the day, and the conflict that led to half the Avengers ending up in a prison in the first place. The conversation was rather pleasant, far from what you had imagined.

Time seemed to slow down, he was talking about the accords and Tony’s difference of opinion, but you couldn’t concentrate on his words, all your brain could register was that Steve Rogers was back in your house, where he belonged, spilling out his heart, talking about his day and you were his confidant. Just like old times.

The living room was absent of voices as everyone ate the minestrone, the only sounds were from spoons scraping against the edge of bowls. After eating, most just wanted to go to bed, put the long day behind them.

Wanda and Nat took your bed. It was a double, definitely large enough for the two petite women to share. A guest bed down the hall was where Clint and Scott would sleep after Sam claimed he wasn’t sharing a bed with anyone, which left him to take the couch.

“I think I’ve got a sleeping bag around here somewhere you can have.” You offered now that you and Steve were the only ones without sleeping arrangements.

“You take it, you’ve given up your bed for us.” Steve said, giving you a tender smile. “It’s the bare minimum I can do, considering.” He added when he saw your mouth open in protest.

“I’m sorry I don’t have any more beds, or a blow up mattress.” You said once you had retrieved the dusty sleeping bag from the very top of the hall closet that you hadn’t visited in who knows how long.

“That’s alright, I actually sometimes prefer to sleep on the floor, reminds me-”

“Of the war… I remember.” You finished for him. “Beds are too soft.” You continued with a sad smile, revealing one of the useless facts you recalled about your ex-boyfriend. A look of guilt passed over his face, as if he had forgotten how intimately you knew him.

Now that you two were alone, you wanted to scream at him. Tell him that what the two of you had was irreplaceable, that you fucking loved him so much and he shattered your heart when he left. That you had wanted to fight for him and he was a coward for disappearing, not telling you where he was going and not picking up your calls.

How it was two years later and you still hadn’t gotten over him, still wanted to be with him even after all the pain and tears he had caused. That you worried one day you would turn on the news only to find that Captain America was dead, that your Stevie had died and you never got to speak to him again - never got to yell at him for leaving, but also never got to tell him that you loved him, adored him.

You had been holding it together in front of the others, especially Nat - you didn’t want to give the impression that having him around affected you, that you had moved on, but the truth was, even after all this time, you hadn’t. Now that everyone else was sleeping, your strength diminished and tears escaped your eyes as your hands reflexively covered your mouth, dropping the sleeping bag.

Concern passed over Steve’s features as he stepped forward to provide you some sort of comfort, but you put a hand out to stop him from touching you and with a whimper, ran towards your bathroom, locking the door behind you.

Leaning over the ceramic sink, which now bore all your weight, you tried to take deep breaths. Why had you agreed to let him stay? Yes, you loved him, but he left you. The only reason he came back was because he needed a place to crash for a couple days - if it weren't for that, you would never have seen him again. He didn't care about you, he was just taking advantage of your generosity.

“Y/N, are you okay? Can you let me in?” Steve asked through the door after unsuccessfully attempting to open it. A nauseous feeling bubbled in your stomach and you dashed over to the toilet, fearing you would throw up. “Y/N/N?” He asked again when you didn’t respond. He had left you for two years, he could leave you in the bathroom for a few minutes. He didn’t have the right to comfort you after the grief he put you through.

You heard rustling at the door, the light peeking through the slit on the underside obstructed as Steve sat down. Barely finding the strength to kneel over the toilet, you followed suit and sat on the tiled bathroom floor after the wave of nausea passed.

“Please just let me know that you’re alright.” Steve said after a minute of silence. You felt the urge to scoot along the floor to be closer to the door, to him, but you resisted.

“I’m fine.” You retorted, wanting him to stop asking, but not to delve into the complex range of emotions churning through your body.

“You always did that, you know? Say you’re fine, when you’re far from fine.” You were well aware this was something you had the habit of doing, but you didn’t want to admit to yourself that he still knew you just as well as you knew him.

“And why do you think I’m not fine at the moment? Could it possibly have something to do with my ex-boyfriend showing up out of nowhere and asking me to house his criminal friends for a couple days?” You asked rhetorically, probably loud enough to wake Sam who was sleeping in the next room. Your words hung in the air as you waited for him to fill the ever growing silence.

“I never wanted to hurt you, you know?” He finally said, and you scoffed.

“Funny, that's always what people say right before they hurt you.” And he had hurt you tremendously.

“It’s the truth.” He stated as easily as if it were fact.

“I don’t believe you.” You responded without skipping a beat.

“If you could just let me explain-” He started, but you were on a roll and you weren’t going to let him finish.

“Two years ago you completely disappeared. The last time I saw you, you were almost dead in that hospital bed after you went down with the Helicarriers. When I went to see you the next day they told me you had been discharged. You hadn’t told me! I called, and I kept calling, leaving voicemail after voicemail, but you didn’t respond, you never responded! I thought, maybe you needed time, the organisation you fought and sacrificed your life to stop was back, maybe you needed space. But then a month went by, three months, six months, a year and I realised that this wasn’t about HYDRA, you were running away from me.” It felt strange to have this argument with a door, rather than looking him in the eye, but you weren’t sure you’d have had the courage to say it all if you had to look at his gorgeous face.

“You’ve got it all wrong.” Was all he had to say.

“Fine then, why don’t you detail all the excuses as to why you left? Why you vanished from my life and broke my fucking heart without so much as a goodbye?” You yelled, not paying any mind to the guests sleeping only thin walls away. Finally finding your bravery, you stood up and unlocked the door, only to find a teary eyed Steve on the other side.

“I was protecting you! Romanoff leaked all SHIELD’s files, every last one of them, including files that detailed our romantic relationship. We disclosed that to Fury, remember? As much as we won that day, took down some of the largest names in HYDRA’s organisation, they still existed. Cut off one head, two more shall take its place. If they wanted to get to me, take the thing that was most important to me and destroy it, they just got the roadmap to it, to you. I couldn’t put your life at risk like that. As dumb as it may sound now, I thought if I distanced myself from you, they wouldn’t go after you, and that would give me enough time to eradicate them for good. But it’s been two years and as hard as I’ve tried, all I’ve achieved is making you hate me! They’re probably still out there, plotting their revenge, and here I am, having destroyed the best thing in my life for nothing.” His words pierced your heart. You hadn’t thought about the possibility of HYDRA coming after you in attempts to get to Steve, but that didn’t excuse his actions. Being together, despite the danger from HYDRA, was still the better alternative to the suffering you went through without him.

“Goddammit Steve, if you were that worried you could have taken me with you! I was an agent, I could have helped you - I’m not defenceless. But instead you deserted me and are now trying to make it seem like you were doing me a favour.” You said, throwing your hands up in exasperation.

“I needed to make sure you were safe!” He protested, trying to justify his spineless actions.

“And how exactly did you do that? You left me, they could have stormed this house and taken me and you wouldn’t have had any fucking clue because you weren’t here!” You were sure you had awoken everyone in the house by now and they were able to hear your argument loud and clear, but that wasn’t going to stop you, not now.

“You weren’t in danger because we weren’t together anymore. Your life was only in danger if you spent it with me!”

“But don’t you get it Steve? The only life I ever wanted was one with you! Nothing else mattered except you.” There was a pause in yelling. You stared desperately into his ocean blue eyes and you could see the vulnerability in them, you were sure if you started shouting again they would shatter like glass. As twisted as you thought his logic was, he really had tried to protect you.

“All I ever wanted was a life with you, Y/N. I wanted to spend the rest of my life with you.” He confessed, never breaking eye contact with you.

“Then why did you leave? We could have had that. Hell, we did have that.” You explained, trying to keep your voice as calm and level as you could given the circumstances.

“I told you, I needed to protect you.” Steve looked tired, defeated. This was a taxing end to what was already an exhausting day. Even with as much physical strength as he had, the conversation was clearly taking an emotional toll.

“I just can’t believe you would completely abandon somebody that you genuinely wanted to spend the rest of your life with. I just can’t believe it.” You denied, shaking your head.

“Well, maybe you’ll believe this.” He said, digging into the inner pocket of his jacket and pulling out something small which was fully encompassed by his large hand. He placed it on the ceramic sink and without taking a second to look at you, walked out of the bathroom, leaving you standing there, your stomach dropping through the floor.

Staring at you was a small velvet covered box. You didn’t need to open it to know what was inside. Had he kept this for two years? Had he planned on giving it to you before he and his friends left?

So many questions whirled through your mind that you felt faint. Why did he still have it? You hadn’t spoken in two years. Why bring it at all, unless he planned on giving it to you?

But the most pressing question: what the hell were you going to do now?

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Heart on Fire: Chapter 1 (Wanda Maximoff x Reader)

chapter summary: Rescued from HYDRA, you’re reunited with an old friend and meet the Avengers. One in particular catches your eye.

warnings: mention of past torture, fire tw, canon typical violence, poorly google translated russian.

word count: 4k

a/n: here’s the first chapter y’all!! this one is a lot of background info and set up but i hope you enjoy it

SERIES MASTERLIST

Chapter 1: The First Spark

You sat in the middle of your cell, staring at the wall, as you finished your daily meditation session. Having been locked up for nearly ten years, held captive as a HYDRA experiment, you had to build some sort of routine in order to keep yourself from going completely insane.

A blaring alarm pulled you from your trance. As you saw the red flashing lights, you got up from the floor of your cell and looked out through the bars. Incomprehensible shouts carried throughout the hallway and then the gunshots began to sound.

As more HYDRA soldiers ran by your cell, you shook the bars frustratedly. “What’s happening?”

While you knew the odds of you being released were fairly low, you didn’t want to just sit here and do nothing.

The bullets continued to ricochet, and at this point you couldn’t see anything but bodies on the floor. You could hear grunts, what sounded like an arrow, and punches being thrown, and then silence.

“Hey,” you shouted, “what’s going on? Let me out of here!”

—

Steve, Clint, Natasha, and Sam were currently on a mission to take down a HYDRA base in the middle of Russia’s countryside, having been informed there was a mutant being held captive there.

Shooting and fighting their way in, the team split up in hopes of securing the intel and rescuing the mutant. While Steve and Sam went to download the hard drive, Clint and Natasha went in search for the prisoner.

“Clear on floor two,” Natasha spoke into her comm after taking down the last of the soldiers in sight.

“More are heading down,” Steve informed, his breath labored as he fought off one of the agents. “Might wanna hurry up.”

“Thanks, Captain Obvious,” the assassin mumbled to herself before letting Steve know that her and Clint were on it.

Right as she turned to Clint to form a plan, she heard a voice she’d recognize anywhere.

“Hey, what’s going on? Let me out of here!”

Not even sparing the archer a glance, Natasha sprinted down the hall. Once she reached the cell, her heart stopped at the sight of you. Though several years had passed since she saw you last, you still looked the same with more mature and defining features. She couldn’t help but notice the several bruises and cuts decorating your arms and legs and internally cursed who dare to lay a hand on you.

“(Y/N)?” Natasha whispered, as she approached you cautiously.

Your head whipped towards the familiar sound of your name, one you hadn’t heard in years. “Natalia?”

Natasha laughed, as tears began to pool in her eyes. “Yeah, мое солнышко (my sunshine), it’s me.”

“W-what are you doing here?” you stuttered, a whirlwind of emotions clouding your mind.

“We’re here to get you out of here,” she sent you a comforting smile, squeezing your hand that was tightly wrapped around the bar.

“Romanoff,” Clint called out, as he approached from behind, “catch.”

Natasha caught the ID card and quickly swiped it to free you from your prison.

“Who’s he?” you eyed the man with skepticism.

“That’s Clint. We can do formal introductions later,” Nat did a once over on you, frowning when she noticed the collar around your neck. “How do we get that thing off of you?”

“I’m not sure,” you shrugged. “I’m always unconscious when they take it off.”

“What does it do?” Clint asked.

“Disarms my powers.”

“What powers?” Natasha asked with wide eyes.

Before you could answer, a cascade of footsteps got louder and louder, signaling the HYDRA soldiers were near.

“We can talk about all of this later,” Clint shielded you and Natasha, pushing the two of you towards the exit, as he loaded his bow. “We have to get back to the quinjet now.”

“Rogers,” he alerted the captain, “we found the mutant. Heading back to the jet.”

“Good,” Steve’s voice crackled over the comms. “Sam and I are here, ready for take off as soon as you get here.”

The three of you ran out of the base, having to fight off some soldiers on the way. While you were pretty out of shape, given you’d been a prisoner for the past decade, you could still keep up with the two Avengers thanks to your time in the Red Room. Once you made it to the quinjet, you were breathing hard and collapsed into the closest seat.

“Natasha, I thought we agreed restraints on until Bruce could run his own tests,” Steve scolded quietly.

“Don’t worry,” she placated the super soldier, “I know (Y/N). We were in the Red Room together.”

The redhead said the last part with a whisper, still hesitant to talk about her past around the team. While they all knew that that wasn’t who she was anymore, Natasha didn’t like to bring it up for her own sake.

“Besides,” Natasha walked over to take the seat next to you, “they already put this thing on her so she can’t use her powers.”

You waved sheepishly at the blonde man, who eyed you for a moment before realizing you weren’t the enemy here.

“I’m Steve,” he politely introduced himself, holding out his hand for you to shake. “Steve Rogers.”

“(Y/N) (Y/L/N),” you accepted his handshake hesitantly.

“This is Sam Wilson,” Steve gestured to the other man, who took the place by his side.

“Pleasure,” Sam stuck out his hand, which you shook as well.

“And I’m guessing you met Clint.”

You nodded, glancing at the archer. “Thanks for helping to get me out.”

“Of course,” he offered you a small grin.

“When we get back to the compound, I’ll take you to Bruce and Tony and hopefully they can figure out how to get that god awful collar off, so you can use your powers.”

“Speaking of,” Clint interrupted, “what exactly are your powers?”

“Pyrokinesis,” you answered. “I can produce and control fire.”

“Cool!” Sam exclaimed, earning an annoyed glare from Natasha.

Being able to read your old friend like the back of your hand, even after all these years, you rested your hand on hers, giving it a comforting squeeze. “это не твоя вина (It’s not your fault).”

Natasha turned to you, her face stoic as ever. “тебе нужно немного отдохнуть (You should get some rest). It’s a long flight.”

She gave your leg a comforting pat before standing up to move to the front of the jet. Sighing, you knew the two of you would need to talk more later and air everything out. But for now, you took her advice and sunk back into your chair, closing your eyes.

—

What felt like only a couple minutes later, you were awoken by someone gently shaking your shoulder.

“(Y/N/N),” Natasha whispered, “we’re here.”

You quickly opened your eyes out of instinct, relaxing slightly when you remembered where you were. “Right.”

As soon as you stepped foot off the quinjet, Steve and Natasha led you into the compound and straight to a lab, where two men, who you presumed were Bruce and Tony, were waiting.

Upon seeing all the equipment, some of which you were all too familiar with, your breath began pick up.

Natasha could sense your panicking and put a hand on your shoulder. “Hey, you’re okay. You’re safe now. I’ll be with you the whole time. They won’t do anything that will make you feel uncomfortable, alright?”

You nodded, your eyes still cautious, but you knew you could trust Natasha with your life. Taking a deep breath in an attempt to calm yourself and pushing the knot down your throat, you followed the two Avengers into the bright lab.

After brief introductions, Bruce and Tony went straight to work, examining the intricacies of the restraint around your neck. As the scientist and engineer discussed plausible solutions, you nervously bit your fingernails, an old habit Natasha noticed.

“сколько раз я говорил тебе прекратить это делать? (How many times have I told you to stop doing that?)” she gently admonished with an amused smile, pulling your hand away from your mouth.

“извиняюсь (Sorry),” you chuckled sheepishly, “bad habit.”

“Alright, sparky,” Tony approached the two of you, Bruce following close behind. You rolled your eyes at the nickname, knowing that was only the beginning, as your powers lended themselves to an endless possibilities of nicknames, “we’ve figured out a way to get that thing off you.”

Based on the slight hesitancy in his voice, you could tell it wasn’t as simple as that, but before you could ask a question, Natasha interjected.

“So what are we waiting for? Let’s do it.”

“Well,” Bruce turned his attention to you, “in order to do so, (Y/N)’d have to be unconscious.”

The room went silent, the only noise coming from the whirring and buzzing of the surrounding machines.

“What, why?” the redhead furrowed her brows, her protective side coming out. You were still chewing your lip, your thoughts all over the place, as you weighed your options.

“It seems as though the collar unlocks when her oxygen levels and blood pressure reach a certain level,” Bruce explains.

“Shouldn’t take too long,” Tony adds with a shrug. “Once we knock you out, it should be pretty straight forward to get off. Five minutes max.”

“Alright, so how’s it gonna work?” you asked with a slight sense of urgency, ready to do anything to be completely free from HYDRA once and for all.

Natasha whipped her head to look at you. “(Y/N), are you sure?”

“I’ve been through worse,” you shrugged, causing the other woman to wince at your words. “Besides, I trust you and you seem to trust them, so.”

Natasha held your gaze, the two of you engaging in a staring contest.

“Fine,” she relented, her eyes still locked on you. “Set it up, Tony.”

As Bruce prepared a light anesthetic, Tony led you over to a chair, one similar to the one you’d been in back at HYDRA. Doing everything you could to calm yourself and lower your heart rate, you wiped your clammy palms on the sweatpants Natasha had loaned you.

“This is just a basic anesthetic,” Bruce held up a syringe containing a clear liquid, “strong enough to render you unconscious but weak enough for you to be waken up easily.”

You nodded along, just wanting this all to be over with already.

“You’ll feel just feel a small prick,” he continued, already sticking the needle into your arm, slowly injecting the medicine.

Bruce was right, as you only felt a small poke before your eyelids began to droop, and soon enough, you felt nothing.

True to his word, Tony shook you awake not even five minutes later. As you opened your eyes to the bright lights, you immediately felt lighter. Bringing your hand up to rub your neck, you attempted to soothe the irritated skin.

“Thank you,” you looked at both Tony and Bruce with appreciation shining in your eyes. They each nodded nonchalantly as if this was an everyday occurrence for them, which you realized it probably was.

“Well,” Tony raised his eyebrows expectantly, “let’s see those powers.”

Although you knew you didn’t have complete control over your powers yet, you wanted to prove your worth to Natasha and her team. Closing your eyes, you concentrated on forming a ball of fire. As you felt your hand warm, you opened your eyes to the sight of flames on your hand and an impressed group of Avengers.

��Nice job, (Y/L/N),” Steve complimented.

“Thanks,” you shot him a smile, which dropped as soon as you saw that the ball of fire you had just formed went flying towards him. If it wasn’t for Steve’s super serum reflexes, he would’ve been burnt to a crisp, but luckily the man ducked just in time.

“Sorry,” you winced, immediately tucking your hands under your armpits. “I don’t really have a lot of practice using my powers in a controlled manner.”

“It’s okay,” Nat assured you. “We’re here to help.”

“Yeah, I’m sure Wanda would be willing to show you the ropes,” Clint chimed in, earning nods of agreement from the other men in the room.

“It might also help to get her mind off of things,” Steve added.

You turned to Natasha, clearly confused about what they were talking about.

“Wanda is another member of our team,” Natasha informed. “Though she’s a fairly new addition, she also has powers. She was also a HYDRA experiment.”

The assassin paused and furrowed her brows before adding, “Now that I think about it, the two of you have a lot in common.”

“Why don’t we all go upstairs and you can meet the rest of the team?” Bruce suggested.

“Sorry, boys,” Natasha smirked, not looking at all apologetic. “(Y/N/N) and I are catching up over dinner.”

“We are?” you tilted your head at the older woman.

“Yup,” she looped your arm in hers, dragging you out of the lab. “You good with takeout?”

“Uh, yeah,” you nodded, not entirely sure what she meant by ‘takeout.’

Natasha led you through the tower, pointing out all the features and where everything was, as the two of you made your way up to her room.

“I had FRIDAY order from my favorite place,” she told you, pushing open the door. “They have the best tikka misala in the city.”

“Who’s FRIDAY?” you entered her room, immediately taking in your surroundings.

“It’s the A.I. Tony built to act as his secretary,” Natasha explained. “Food should be here in about twenty minutes.”

“Great, thanks, Nat,” you plopped down on her bed, knowing she wouldn’t mind. You figured you might as well make conversation while you waited for the food, seeing as the two of you had years to catch up on. “So how’s life been as one of the Earth’s mightiest heroes?”

Natasha just shook her head with amusement before telling you what’s happened in the past decade of her life, everything from Budapest to Ultron. In return, you told her what happened after Dreykov removed you from the Red Room, how he sent you to HYDRA in hopes that they’d make you into a weapon for the Red Room.

“What happened to Sofya?” Natasha hesitantly asked, as she thought Dreykov sent both you and your older sister away.

“Um, she...they, uh,” you fumbled over your words, “they killed her. She tried to stop Dreykov from separating us, so they shot her, and you know they don’t miss. She died trying to save me.”

“I’m so sorry, (Y/N),” Natasha whispered, her own heart breaking at the loss of her friend.

“Me too,” you sighed with a sad smile.

“Wanda,” she cleared her throat, “the girl we were talking about earlier…”

“The one who also has powers?” you clarified.

“Yeah,” Nat nodded. “She recently just lost her brother, her twin brother. Maybe you can talk to her, have someone who’s experienced something similar?”

“Maybe, yeah,” you hummed. “That might be a good idea. Though I should probably get to know her first so we’re not just dumping our traumas on each other.”

“Probably,” Natasha mused with a light chuckle.

The rest of the night was spent exchanging stories, remembering your sister, and discussing the future. Though you had known Natasha for years in the Red Room, and she was just like another sister to you, you didn’t think you’d ever truly seen the real Natasha until that night. There was a certain lightness to her, her eyes shining brighter and her shoulders less tense. While you could still notice the baggage she carried with her, you hoped that one day you too could find a sense of comfort and stability as your old friend had.

“It’s getting late,” Natasha sighed, checking her watch. “You’re room is right next door and it should be all set up, but let me know if you need anything.”

“Thank you, Natasha,” you said sincerely, and you knew she could tell you were talking about more than just the directions to your room.

“Of course,” she returned a smile. “I’m just glad to have you back.”

“Me too,” you nodded, as you made your way towards the door. “I’ll see you in the morning?”

“Yup. We’re having a team breakfast, so you can meet everyone then.”

“Sounds good,” you hummed, before opening the door. “спокойной ночи (Good night).”

“Night, (Y/N/N).”

—

The next morning, you were awoken by a light knock on your door.

“(Y/N),” Natasha poked her head into your room, immediately softening at the sight of you curled up on the floor, a single blanket draped over you.

“Hey, солнечный свет (sunshine),” she approached slowly and kneeled down next to you.

Your eyes flew open, as you were jolted wide awake. For a second, you forgot where you were, panic flooding your senses.

“Woah, hey,” Natasha placed her hands on your shoulders, tight enough to ground you but loose enough to comfort you, “you’re safe, alright?”

Taking a deep breath, you nodded, as you rubbed the sleep out of your eyes. “Sorry.”

“Don’t be,” she shrugged, helping you up. “You wanna tell me what you were doing on the ground?”

“The bed was too soft,” you answered awkwardly. “I couldn’t fall asleep.”

“You’ll get used to it,” Natasha gave you an encouraging smile, squeezing your shoulder, as the two of you made your way down to the kitchen.

Making your way down to the kitchen, you couldn’t help but admire the compound, now that you could see it in the daylight. While it was very clean and professional, there was still a sense of home and comfort that put you at ease.

“Morning,” Natasha greeted, entering the dining room, where the entire team was already sitting about to eat. A chorus of good mornings and hellos sounded around the room, as the redhead led you over to the chair next to hers.

“Everybody, this is (Y/N),” she started to introduce you, but her voice drowned out as your eyes fell on the girl sitting across from you, who looked to be around your age. While her brown locks flowed perfectly to frame her face, it was her eyes that caught your attention. They were a beautiful mixture of green and hazel, almost sparkling in the morning light. You were immediately enamored by her.

“And that’s Wanda,” Natasha’s voice brought you out of your daze.

Upon hearing her name, the witch looked up from her food, meeting your gaze. As she noticed your eyes already on her, Wanda raised her eyebrows with amusement, causing your cheeks to warm.

“She’s the one who’ll be helping with your training,” Nat whispered in your ear, and you didn’t need to be looking at her to know there was a sly smirk playing on the assassin’s face.

“Hi, everyone,” you shyly waved to the group. “Thank you for letting me stay here.”

“Of course,” Sam grinned, his mouth still full of pancakes. “Any friend of Natasha’s is a friend of ours.”

“Wilson, please chew your food,” Steve reprimanded, causing a playful argument to break out.

As you watched the group of men fight as if they were young boys, you stared at the plethora of food choices sitting in front of you, many of which you’d never seen before. Not wanting to make a scene and embarrass yourself, and Natasha, you reached for what was closest, a round piece of fried bread with a hole in the middle.

You put it on your plate and stared at the foreign food, unsure of what it was let alone how to eat it. As you pick up your fork and knife, Wanda chuckled, catching Natasha’s attention.

“You’re training with Wanda today, (Y/N/N),” the redhead informed with a playful grin, “so you’re gonna need to eat a little more than that.”

“Um,” you cleared your throat nervously, setting down the utensils, since clearly using them was the wrong thing to do, “what is this?”

“It’s a doughnut, маленькое пламя (little flame),” Wanda teased. While a blush crept up your neck, you narrowed your eyes at the other woman, unable to tell if she was playfully poking fun at you or if it was out of malice.

“Here, have some eggs,” Natasha scooped a serving of scrambled eggs onto your plate, as she grabbed the doughnut to take a bite. “Mmmm, chocolate cake. Good choice, (Y/N).”

“Thanks?” you scrunched your brows, taking a bite of your food.

You spent the rest of the meal trying to pay attention to the team’s conversations, but your eyes kept gravitating towards Wanda; something about her was incredibly enrapturing. Though you had a feeling that she didn’t find your presence as enjoyable.

“You two ready?” Natasha looked at you and Wanda, as she pushed her chair back from the table. Nodding, the two of you stood up and followed her down to the training room.

“So how’s this gonna work?” you asked Natasha, jogging slightly to catch up to her side.

“Well, since you already have intensive combat training,” she began, “we’ll start with your powers, which is why Wanda is here, because as much as I’d like to help, I’m just a mere human.”

“Right,” you snorted. “More like above-average-kick-ass-assasin human.”

Natasha light-heartedly rolled her eyes, saying nothing, as you entered the training room.

“We’ll start with seeing what your powers can do in combat, just to get a baseline,” Nat explained, as she led you two over to one of the practice rings.

Stepping onto the mat, you shook out your arms and legs, both in an attempt to rid yourself of nerves and to loosen your muscles. As you readied your hands, you realized you didn’t have any clue as to what Wanda’s powers actually were.

“What if she could teleport?” you thought to yourself. “Or was a hydrokinetic?”

All of a sudden you were pulled out of your thoughts and knocked to the ground by a force of red magic.

“Definitely not a hydrokinetic,” Wanda smirked, standing over you, and you knew that her accent would be the death of you.

“Ah,” you pushed yourself up to standing, “so you can read minds.”

“Something like that,” she tilted her head slightly, her eyes glowing red, as she conjured up a ball of energy in each hand.

In response, you took a deep breath and formed a ball of fire in your hand before throwing it to the ground. You watched with a smirk of your own as a ring of fire formed around the other girl’s feet.

“Impressive,” Wanda raised her brow, as she flew up in the air.

Your eyes widened, and you could watch in awe, as she gracefully landed in front of you. Though you really should’ve been paying more attention, because the next thing you knew, it was you who was floating in the air.

“Woah,” you gasped, wriggling against the red wisps that held you.

“Alright, Wanda,” Natasha chastised softly, but you swore you could see a smile playing on your friend’s lips, “that’s enough.”

Wanda shrugged, immediately relinquishing control of her magic, causing you to fall to the ground with a groan.

“So your powers aren’t that helpful in close hand-to-hand combat unless you wanna go for the killer burn-them-alive move,” Natasha observed, helping you to your feet.

“Yeah,” you scratched the back of your neck, “I’m not quite sure what I’m supposed to do with fire.”

“Don’t worry, fireball,” Wanda taunted, her accent heavier than before. If you didn’t know better, you swore she was doing it on purpose. “I’ll help you.”

“Great,” you mumbled under your breath.

“Just try not to be so distracted next time,” she grinned smugly, earning a choked laugh from Natasha and a scoff from you.

“Don’t act like you weren’t staring at my ass on our way here,” you jabbed back, raising your brow before adding, “маленькая колдун (little witch).”

The two of you held each other’s gaze, daring the other to back down.

“Alright you two,” Natasha broke the tension, “just get to work.”

.・゜゜・　　・゜゜・．.・゜゜・　　・゜゜・．.・

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wandaromanova · 3 years

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Left Behind

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x Fem!Reader

Warnings: cussing, death

A/N: hi! this was a request! hope you guys like this one! y’all can blame @midgardianweasley for this one. happy reading <3

anon requested: Natasha x fem! reader. Reader and Natasha were in a building on fire trying to get citizens out and a wooden beam lands on reader. It’s too heavy for Natasha to lift it but won’t give up. Reader is screaming for Natasha to go! Giving her a smile that everything will be okay! A fireman then pulls Natasha out of the building against her will seeing the whole building collapse in reader.

Summary: Natasha and Y/N go on a mission, but don’t make it back together.

Word Count: 1.6K

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You were an Avenger just like your girlfriend; Natasha. You had met the redhead when you first joined the team.

You were one of the highest-ranked S.H.I.E.L.D agents and Fury had decided to recruit you into the team of heroes. You had heard many stories about the Black Widow and to say you were a fan was an understatement.

You had an immense amount of respect for Natasha. Her past wasn’t a great one, but she turned her life around and made it beautiful. She didn’t let her mistakes define who she was and you admired that.

The assassin had taken a liking to you. You guys immediately hit it off. About six months after your arrival, you began dating Natasha.

Natasha’s room became yours too. You’d spend your nights laid on top of the redhead as she stroked your hair gently. You’d close your eyes and ask her to say anything because the sound of her voice was your favorite.

She’d sing Russian lullabies to you. You were the only person she’d ever let hear her sing. She said she was a terrible singer and not letting anyone hear her was a gift, but she was actually amazing at it.

Her husky voice sent chills down your spine whenever she would speak. So when she sang to you in Russian? You were speechless.

You felt blessed to know that Natasha was truly herself in your presence. No one had ever seen her true colors, until you.

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You were the person that Natasha went to for everything.

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Exhausted after a long mission? She’d run into your arms as soon as she’d land. Steve and Tony annoying the fuck out of her? She’d rant to you about how small their brains were.

Devastated after a mission had gone wrong? She’d find comfort in your presence and your words. You’d whisper soft reassurances against her ear as you’d rock your bodies side-to-side.

Receiving good news? You’d be the very first person she’d tell as the excitement took over her. You’d match her energy, feeling just as excited as her, if not more. Natasha would beam as you’d press a soft kiss to the crown of her head, mumbling an ‘i’m so proud of you’ against her scalp.

You were Natasha’s person and she was yours. You genuinely believed you were made for one another. From the way your hands fit like two pieces of a puzzle with one another, to the way your thoughts and ideas seemed to always align. You guys just got each other in a way no one else could.

So, naturally, you were always assigned partners on missions. You two had the best communication on the team which led to tons of successful missions. However, communication couldn’t prevent nor predict the surprises of enemies.

•❅──────────────── ‎⧗ ────────────────❅•

You and Natasha were sent undercover to a gala being held by one of the leaders of Hydra.

The goal was to capture him for questioning and keep him in custody. That should be easy, considering there was booze everywhere and everyone was either tipsy or black-out drunk.

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Well yes, it would’ve been easy; if your cover hadn’t been blown.

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You were currently sat on the target’s lap as he not so subtly stared at your cleavage. You were with him in a private area further into the party, while Natasha remained in the public area.

The drunk man looked up at you and you smiled down at him; trying your best to hide your disgust. However, he didn’t smile back at you.

You were caught off guard when he abruptly shoved you off of his lap, your body colliding with the marble floor.

“You’re an Avenger. You bitch!” You quickly stood up at his words and attacked him. You spoke into your earpiece while fighting off the man.

“Nat, our cover has been blown. I need backup.” You said as the man landed a heavy punch onto your abdomen. You stumbled back and he took the opportunity to rush out of the room.

“взорвать это место, сейчас! (blow the place up, now!)”

Your eyes widened at his words. Before you could rush out of the room yourself, an explosion pushed you back. Your body collided with a wall and you let out a scream of agony as a beam from the ceiling landed on top of you.

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The sounds of screams and the fire alarms accompanied the ringing in your ears. Your only thoughts being; your pain and Natasha.

She had been on her way over here before the bomb went off. Was she okay? Did she get hit by the force of the bomb? Was she gone?

You tried your best to lift the beam off of your body, but to no avail. You realized that a piece of metal that had been sticking out of the beam had lodged itself into your chest.

Your eyes tore away from the beam on top of you and landed on red locks. Natasha stumbled into the room; or at least, what was left of it anyway. She paused in her tracks at your state.

Tears threatened to fall from her eyes as her hands shot up to cover her mouth, a muffled gasp escaping her throat. She quickly got it together and rushed over to help you.

Nat got down on her knees, not caring about how harsh the rubble was against her bare skin. She moved to lift the beam, but you stopped her.

“Natty, no. If you lift it, I’ll bleed out.” You sent her a small smile before you began to cough. Natasha’s heart sunk to her stomach at the sight of blood pouring out of your mouth.

“I have to get you out of here, babe. We have a movie night planned, I have to make sure that still happens.” Nat tried to joke in an attempt to console you, but it was more to control her own fear than anything.

Your conversation was interrupted by the sound of another explosion. The building quaked as flames began to invade the room. She needed to go; now.

You shook your hand that was sticking out from the beam slightly. Nat got the message and held your hand with both of hers tightly.

“You need to leave, honey. This place is going to collapse any minute now.” You croaked out, ignoring the metallic taste in your mouth.

“I’ll be damned if I leave you behind. If you’re going down, I’m going down with you.” You couldn’t help but smile as you took in every inch of Nat’s face.

She was absolutely beautiful. Even with the dust and dirt littering her face and her worried expression; she was still the most beautiful person you’ve ever seen.

The flames began to rage. The smoke was beginning to cloud your vision of the woman in front of you. You rubbed one of her hands with the back of your thumb, not minding the pain that accompanied the action.

“Go. Now. It’s okay. I love you so much and you aren’t leaving me behind; you never would and I- I know that.”

You stuttered towards the end of the sentence as you were overcome by an intense chill. You were losing so much blood and it wasn’t going to be long now before you were gone.

Your eyes drifted towards a figure entering the room. A firefighter. His eyes widened as he noticed both of you. He rushed over to help you, but you stopped him.

“Hey buddy, I’m a goner regardless if you get this off of me or not. Get her out of here. You can’t save me, but you can save her.”

You managed to let out as another fit of coughs shook your body. More crimson liquid spilled out of your mouth and Natasha finally let her tears fall.

The man nodded solemnly before he grabbed Natasha by the waist. She struggled against his hold as she kicked and screamed; her arms reaching out for you.

“No! No! Please let me stay! I can’t leave you! You can’t leave me!” Natasha’s words paired with her tone of agony and desperation tore your heart apart.

All you could do was smile lovingly at her as you slowly felt the life leave your body. She was going to be okay eventually and that’s all you wanted for her.

“I love you, moya lyubov (my love). It’s okay. Take care of yourself.”

You spoke quietly, but it was loud enough for Natasha to hear. She watched as the bright light that once filled your irises turned to a blank stare.

Natasha fought even harder against the man’s firm grip as she sobbed out. He had finally managed to get the both of them out of the room and out of the building. This all happened in the span of a few minutes, but to Natasha, it felt like an eternity.

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The firefighter placed Nat down once they were a good distance away from the building. As soon as her feet hit the floor, she ran towards the building, but before she could make it back in; the entire structure collapsed.

Natasha’s knees roughly hit the floor as she took in the sight. The building that you were in was nothing but broken concrete and rubble. You were buried beneath all of that carnage.

Natasha sobbed without care. She couldn’t give two fucks if people were staring at her with pity or sympathy. She had just lost the love of her life.

Natasha couldn’t help but blame herself. If she had gotten to the room sooner, she could’ve gotten the both of you out of there. You wouldn’t have been crushed by a beam.

She wouldn’t have had to watch as you bled out. She wouldn’t have had to witness firsthand; as the soul she had fallen in love with left the world.

Natasha cried out into the night. The chaos going on around her turned to white noise. Her surroundings were in slow motion as she mourned.

Each tear that fell from her eyes represented each obliterated possibility of a future with the woman she loved.

Each scream that left her mouth served as curses to every higher power there was, for so cruelly taking the love of her life; you.

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fortuositywritings · 3 years

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Collide pt 2

Wanda x R

Summary: Trying to do the right thing gets very awkward and complicated.

The elevator was taking its sweet time to get to the 87th floor. It’s like it knows you are anxious and annoyed and oh yeah, naked.

“Come on!”

Bruce is annoyed. He’s been running tests on tests and has come up empty.

“It’s okay, Bruce,” Wanda tries to calm him down, seeing the irritation on his face. She knows the feeling all too well. For crying out loud, these tests with no real results are being run on her. She’s grateful to have people who care so much, like Bruce who is simply mad he can’t give her an answer for why her powers basically seem to have vanished.

“It’s not okay, Wanda. We don’t have the slightest idea why this is happening. I mean, your magic gone, just like that. It doesn’t make any sense,” he sighs. Then he straightens out his posture and gives her a determined smile. “But don’t worry. We’ll run more tests and we’ll figure this out. For now, why don’t we take a break. We’ll continue tomorrow.”

She returns his smile but less enthusiastically. Truth be told, she’s been kind of enjoying not having her powers. Don’t get her wrong, of course it is worrying not having them and she needs them to get back to doing her job, but for once in a very long time, she felt relaxed almost.

Her powers are incredible and amazing, but what’s not so amazing is the weight she carried because of them. These last three months, she felt unburdened. She felt lighter, but she couldn’t tell her teammates that, not when they’re doing all they can to help her get them back.

Her powers are important to have for the team. She knows that. It’s why she sucks it up and is doing everything she can to get them back. People count on her.

She hops off the stool and makes her way to the elevator. She notices Bruce isn’t following behind her. “Are you coming?”

“I’m just going to clean up here. I’ll meet you down in a few,” he replies. Wanda goes to press the button for the elevator. The doors open not two seconds after.

“That was fast,” she mumbles. She steps into the cart and waves goodbye to Bruce. “See you.”

The elevator’s doors close. You gulp nervously. This could have worked out better for you but you got what you wanted. You came to see Wanda and here she was in the elevator with you. Maybe you should wait to talk to her when you find some clothes. You hope wherever she’s going has something for you to cover up with.

Happy with your decision to pretend you’re not even there, you stay quiet and keep to the corner. Suddenly the elevator stops.

“Shit,” Wanda says exactly what you were thinking. She begins pressing buttons trying to get the elevator to go but it’s of no use. She uses the emergency call button.

“Hello, this is Wanda Maximoff. The elevator seems to be stuck,” she says into the intercom.

“Yes, Miss Maximoff. The elevators have been stopped for security purposes, but do not worry, they are taking care of the situation. The elevators should be operational in just a few minutes,” the voice over the intercom says.

If you weren’t so nervous, you could laugh at the situation. They’re taking care of the situation all right. Here you are, the situation, in the elevator with Wanda Maximoff. You hope this doesn’t take too long. You’re feeling very uncomfortable in the state you’re in, especially enclosed in such a small space with someone else.

Five minutes go by and nothing happens. Wanda has been playing games on her phone to distract herself. You’ve been standing in the corner, hands covering yourself even though technically you’re invisible. It made you feel more decent in a way.

Wanda’s game chimes and she celebrates winning whatever level of whatever game she’s playing. You smile, finding it cute. She’s been trying to pass that level this whole time.

Before she can get into the next level, her phone rings. Natasha is calling her. She’s been made aware of the situation and is passing the information to Wanda. “There’s been a security breach. Some girl was asking for you saying it was urgent and forcibly made her way into the building. They still haven’t found her. Where are you?”

Wanda frowns. “I’m stuck in the elevator. They stopped them.”

“Okay, I’ll get yours to work. I’ll wait for you on the 71st,” Nat says.

“Okay,” Wanda responds. Nat rushes, “Oh, and Wanda be careful. She seems to have powers like yours.”

Wanda wants to ask about that but Nat hangs up before she has the chance. Wanda chews on her bottom lip as do you. Both of you are anxious. Your heart is beating out of its chest right now. You do your best not to let your breathing get out of control. You couldn’t have Wanda hear you.

The elevator begins to move and you stupidly let out a sigh in relief at the same time Wanda does. You pray she didn’t hear it and thinks it was all her. For a moment you think someone heard your prayers, but you are oh so wrong.

When the elevator stops at the 71st floor, you follow Wanda out the elevator. Unknown to you, she did hear your sigh from before and just needed to reassure herself she wasn’t hearing things. She keeps her ears attentive and when you follow her out, she hears the scuffle of your feet behind her.

In a quick move, she grabs you and flips you over. Suddenly, she’s got you pinned down and in your shock, you don’t realize you let up on the invisibility. You look at Wanda in shock and fear, thinking she’s about to punch you in the face or something. She looks at you in shock, your face suddenly becoming visible. Natasha is in shock as well, wondering what the hell she’s looking at.

“Please don’t hurt me! I can explain!” you beg.

“You! The one from the grocery store,” Wanda recalls.

“Yes! You remember me?” you ask, surprised she would recognize your face after one interaction.

“Who is the naked lady on my floor?” The three of you turn to see Tony Stark walk up to you snacking on some food.

“Hi, I’m Y/N,” you greet him with an awkward smile and cheeks bright red. “I’m going to turn invisible now. Please don’t freak out.”

Wanda looks down and freaks out. She’s about to get off of you but Nat yells at her to stay put.

“She’s naked!” Wanda argues, but stays on you.

“She’s invisible. We can’t have her leave without us knowing,” Nat reasons.

“I won’t leave,” you promise. “I’ll show myself but I would appreciate some clothes.”

“Stop talking!” Wanda demands, glaring at you. She thinks she’s glaring at you but you are invisible so she can’t know for sure if she’s looking you in the eyes.

“Who are you yelling at?” Bruce makes his way out of the elevator car that no one noticed arrived.

“Me. Hi, I’m Y/N,” you blurt out, making Bruce jump, obviously not having seen you.

“Who said that?” he asks, looking around the room trying to find you.

“Down here. Under Wanda,” your voice appears again. Wanda tightens her grip on you.

“I thought I told you to stop talking. It’s unsettling,” she explains.

“Well, so is being naked in front of all of you, so,” you retort. Bruce looks shocked but he finally pinpoints your voice where you said you were.

“Can someone please get her some clothes?” Wanda asks for you, finally. “This is not a position I thought I’d find myself in today and would really like to get off.”

“Not the first time I heard that,” you joke trying to alleviate the tension. You think you do, making both Tony Stark and the redhead in the room snort. Wanda blushes. Bruce comes to the rescue, taking off his lab coat and laying it next to Wanda, assuming you are there to grab it.

It looks odd, watching the lab coat move seemingly on its own. Wanda gets off of you as you put it on and finally reveal yourself after securing it around your body.

“Who are you?” The redhead asks, narrowing her eyes at you. Her tone means serious business.

Finding her intimidating, you try to reassure her, “I’m no one. I don’t mean any harm. I promise.”

“Who cleared you? Why are you here?” She continues her questions.

“No one. I made my way past security. I really needed to see Wanda. I have something that belongs to you,” you direct the last part at Wanda.

“And this was so important you made your snuck into my building? How did you do that, by the way? Turning invisible. Neat trick,” Tony comments.

“They wouldn’t let me in. I’ve been trying to get someone to let me see her for the past week. I’m sorry for the dramatics but it can’t wait another day,” you explain. “You’re probably having trouble with accessing your abilities, right?”

“How do you know that?” Suddenly everyone is on the offense. You shouldn’t know that, not even the media is guessing that’s what was going on with Wanda and her not being on missions.

“Tony, you have to see this! Someone has abilities like Wanda and they’re in the building,” Captain Steve Rogers rushes into the room with a tablet in his hand. The security tape of you blasting the guard off his feet with red magic plays on the tablet for everyone to see. Steve notices the stranger in the room. “It’s you!”

Everyone turns from looking at the tablet to looking at you in confusion. Everyone but Wanda who looks upset.

“I can explain,” you try but Wanda cuts you off, stepping right in front of you, pointing a finger in your face. “You stole my powers!”

“I didn’t steal your powers. It’s not that simple.”

“Then explain how my powers seemed to have disappeared when we met and now there’s a video of you using my abilities,” Wanda demands.

“I-I mean, may-maybe it is that simple,” you stutter.

She moves forward almost as if to attack you. Steve is on her in a millisecond, holding her back as you put your arms out in defense. You rush to explain, “But I didn’t mean to. It’s just something that happens when I touch people with special abilities.”

“What do you mean? Do you mean to say that you can take anyone’s abilities away? How many abilities do you have? Is there a limit to how many you can hold? If so, how many and can you choose which you keep?” Bruce Banner throws a slew of questions at you that you can’t really process while there is an angry Sokovian ready to throw hands with you.

“I’m just here to return them to you,” you say, trying to calm her down. That trips her anger. Everyone and her look at you confused once more. Wanda asks, “You can do that?”

“It’s what I’ve been trying to do all week, but no one would let me see you,” you sigh in frustration.

Steve feels Wanda relax at the new information and lets her go. He also notices that because you moved your arms up when Wanda was going for you, you released your grip around the lab coat and were now exposed again. He clears his throat and looks away, “Miss, the coat.”

You look at him confused and then realize he’s referring to the lab coat you’re wearing. You and Wanda both look at it and then blush. You quickly wrap yourself up again.

“Oh my god, can someone please get, what’s your name?” the redhead in the room inquires and continues once you stutter out your name, “Wanda can you please lend Y/N some clothes? We’ll wait for you on 87. I’ll inform security that the problem has been dealt with.”

It isn’t really a request, both you and Wanda know this. Wanda tells you to follow her and she leads you to what you assume is her bedroom. It’s pretty nice. You note that she keeps it tidy.

“Here, these will fit.” She leaves you sweats, a hoodie, socks, and some sandals on the bed. “You can change in the restroom.”

She points at a door on the other side of the room. You smile awkwardly in appreciation and head over to change. While Wanda waits for you to come out, she tries to understand everything that has happened and everything that you told her.

If you are to be trusted and it’s true what you said, including not doing this on purpose, then she supposes she owes you an apology. Are you to be trusted though? This would be so much easier if she had her powers. Then she would be able to figure it out in a wink.

Her powers made things so much easier but also they were a pain in the ass. She is grateful for them of course. She knows all the good she does and could do with them, but sometimes they were too much and she didn’t realize this until she was without them.

It was odd being without them. She had grown accustomed to them. They were a part of her now and not having them was weird but it wasn’t uncomfortable. It was just different and for a moment she felt lighter. The only real stress of not having them was wondering what happened to them, but now here they are.

You have come to return them to her. She should feel relieved, right?

You step out of the restroom in her clothes. You thank her, “I’ll give them back once I get my clothes back. You don’t happen to have a ‘lost and found’ in the building, do you?”

“I don’t know. I’ll ask Steve or Nat,” she replies. After an awkward moment of standing there, neither of you speaking, you break the silence, “So, should we go now?”

Wanda hesitates to lead you out, so you assume there’s something else she wants to say. You wait. “Before we do, I owe you an apology. I shouldn’t have gone off on you like that when all you were trying to do is help.”

You smile and nod. “Yeah, that was scary, but I understand. It’s a weird situation to be in, but luckily we have everything cleared up and soon you’ll have your powers and you can get back to doing what you do.”

“Yes, lucky me,” she mutters, unconvincingly. She doesn’t know why, but going back to the regular schedule seems daunting.

She finds you staring at her oddly. It makes her uncomfortable so she makes her way towards the door, motioning for you to follow. You make conversation on your way to the lab.

“My friend loved the meal by the way. Thank you for all the helpful tips. It was delicious, if I do say so myself,” you tell her, using her phrasing when she described Sokovian meals. She smiles, catching it as well.

“I told you so,” she says, chuckling as you both wait for the elevator to reach the 87th floor. She thinks back to that day and based on what you said earlier, she asks you, “So is that how it happened? When we touched hands? That was how you got my powers?”

“Yep.”

“And to get them back, we do the same thing?” she ponders. “It’s that simple.”

“Yeah. It’s simple and annoying,” you complain. “I graze anyone’s skin and if by chance they can do something no regular person can, suddenly they can’t and I’m the one who can do it, but the most annoying part is when I don’t know who they come from since I have to touch them again to give their powers back.”

“That does sound frustrating,” Wanda agrees.

“No, what’s frustrating is when they won’t take their powers back,” you whine. “And then I’m stuck with them.”

“What do you mean? Can’t you just touch them and give them back?”

“They have to want their powers back for me to return them. It’s actually how I got the invisibility one. They couldn’t really control it at the time and I guess they got tired of it, so when they had the opportunity, they didn’t want it back. Those were weird first months with that power. Floating clothes spooks a lot of people. Luckily, a little practice and I could do this on command.”

You show her the way you could turn invisible. She looks startled so you appear again and apologize. “Sorry, I guess it’s still scary to people.”

“No, it’s cool. It just surprised me,” she reassures you. You give her a grateful smile in return.

“Why did it take so long for you to find me?” Wanda asks and it is a reasonable question seeing as you can turn on the news station and probably find her easily.

“Sorry about that. Truth is, I don’t follow the Avengers and what they do, so I had no idea who you were. I actually staked out the grocery store for weeks hoping I would catch you there,” you admit.

“They didn’t kick you out for loitering?” Wanda giggles and then lets out a full laugh when you say, “Actually, they almost made me employee of the month, despite not working there.”

A ring in the elevator signals that you have arrived on the 87th floor. Wanda leads the way through the lab.

“There they are,” Bruce announces your presence. He motions both of you front and center of the group. “So, how does this work?”

“I just touch her and give them back,” you shrug. “It’s not too complicated.”

“Okay, then,” Bruce accepts your answer.

You hold out your hand for Wanda to take. “Ready?”

She nods her head and places her hand in yours. You smile, giving her hand a squeeze before letting go.

“That’s it?” Tony asks. You turn to him and nod. “Well, that was anti-climactic.”

“Alright, Wanda. Why don’t you go ahead and try to use your powers now,” Steve inputs more helpfully.

You all direct your attention to Wanda who shakes herself in preparation to show off her powers. She holds her hands up and clenches and unclenches her hands into fists repeatedly.

“Any time now,” the redhead whose name you assume is Nat hurries Wanda along.

Wanda begins to shake her head. “I’m trying. It’s not working.”

“Maybe Y/N still has them,” Steve says. You turn your hand over and sure enough you do still have them, a red energy forming in your hand.

“That doesn’t make any sense. It should be working.” You make the energy dissipate and move towards Wanda again. You grab her hand for longer than before. Then you release her and she tries again without any success. You still have them.

“Are you sure you’re doing it right?” Bruce asks. “Has this ever happened before?”

“Yes, I’m doing it like I always do. There shouldn’t be any reason why it doesn’t work,” you insist. The only reason why it wouldn’t be working is if the other person… You look at Wanda’s face and she wears a guilty expression on her face but something else catches your attention. A very loud thought from the woman in front of you makes its way to your head.

Please don’t say anything.

The thought is followed by her looking right into your eyes, practically begging you to keep quiet. So you do.

“I don’t know what’s wrong. This hasn’t happened before,” you lie for her. You turn your head to look at Bruce and shake your head hoping to convince him. You feel Wanda’s hand on your forearm, giving you a gentle squeeze.

Thank you.

Now what are you supposed to do?

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mviswidow · 3 years

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not now, not ever

Wanda Maximoff x Reader

Word Count: 2,172

TW: blood, R was stabbed, cursing

Summary: R and Wanda spend a month on a mission together, going from hotel room to hotel room and sleeping in the same bed. R gets hurt because she does something stupid and Wanda is mad at her, but they have a hard time staying away from each other.

You flinched away from Bruce when he cleaned the cut on your cheek with peroxide. “Sorry,” You mumbled, tearing your eyes away from Wanda talking to Steve at the front of the quinjet.

“It’s fine,” Bruce offered a small smile. His voice lowered, “You scared the shit out of her, (Y/n/n). I’m not surprised that she’s mad.”

“What was I supposed to do, let her get stabbed?” You scoffed. “You know me better to think I’d let that happen.”

Bruce nodded and sighed, “I know, I’m just saying that she was bound to be upset. You passed out in her lap, she called us crying. Wanda cares about you a lot.”

“I know,” Your eyes flicked back to Wanda, she’d been looking at you but quickly turned away.

You finally noticed that your hand felt warmer than it was a few minutes ago and you looked down at the cloth you’d been holding over the gash in your stomach. Your skin tight uniform shirt had been removed as soon as you got in the quinjet so Bruce could fix up what he could, leaving you just in your sports bra and tactical pants.

Bruce noticed, too, and left to get you a fresh cloth that hadn’t been bled through. He stopped by the driver's seat to talk to Steve for a moment and you watched Wanda frown at whatever he had said before all three of them turned to look at you.

Steve spoke first, “(Y/n) how do you feel about Banner giving you stitches in here?”

Your eyes widened and you watched the way Wanda tensed up.

Bruce looked confused and his head snapped towards Steve, “No, Steve that’s not what I-“

“Look at her,” Steve interrupted Bruce before he could finish. “No offense, kid, but you look horrible right now.”

You shook your head, “But Cho is visiting, isn’t she? She can just use her fancy skin plastic thing.”

“We’re still fifteen minutes out from the tower and you’ve already lost a lot of blood. You guys are so lucky this mission was just in Maine or you’d be dead, (Y/n).”

You heard Wanda sigh and shifted uncomfortably, “Okay, fine, does anyone have Advil or something?”

“You’re way past Advil already, (Y/n),” Wanda rolled her eyes, and you didn’t miss the way she paused for the smallest moment before using your name instead of the sweet nicknames she would usually call you.

“Okay, whatever, let’s just get this over with.”

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You limped out of the quinjet with your arm around Wanda’s shoulders for support, but you knew she was still pissed at you. She’d hardly said anything and you knew she was only doing this because Bruce and Steve were too tall, and she didn’t want you to rip out one of the stitches.

It was frustrating. Everything had been going so well. The mission went very smoothly up until the end, you and Wanda spent every day together without conflict, the two of you going from hotel to hotel and sleeping in the same bed every night.

There was obvious pining going on between you guys, but neither of you really wanted to address it. Not because of the fear of rejection, it was pretty obvious what you liked each other, even to the two of you, but the mission didn’t really seem like the most romantic time to start dating or the most appropriate time to have the conversation you both wanted to have.

It stung to see her so upset at you for something that you couldn’t not do. This was your job, and hers too, and you expected her to understand.

Steve wanted you on bed rest for the rest of the day and possibly the next two, but he knew you wouldn’t listen to him.

Wanda left your side as soon as Natasha came to find you, letting her help support your body weight, even though you insisted you barely needed help, a worried expression on her face when she saw the stitches on your stomach.

You spent most of the day with Natasha, except for when you went to go eat lunch in the kitchen while she left to train with Steve for an hour.

Your heartbeat sped up when you saw Wanda’s tearful expression as she sat on the kitchen counter eating a sandwich.

“Are you okay?” You asked, wincing when she jumped off and scoffed at you.

“Shut up.” Was all she replied.

“Can you stop it with your attitude already, Wanda?”

“You did this to yourself, (Y/n),” She said pointedly.

“Oh my god,” you laughed sarcastically. “What was I supposed to do? If it wasn’t me it would have been you, and you’re the one with powers. You literally took everyone out after I got stabbed so what does it even matter? We finished the mission, I just got stabbed, it’s happened before.”

“That’s the point, you don't have powers! I would have been fine-“

“Oh, please, you aren’t invincible, Wanda. You would have also almost bled out had it been you,” You rolled your eyes and opened the fridge to get a bottle of water and the container of strawberries kept in there, you planned on eating in the kitchen at first, but there was no way you were going to stay out here after this.

“Maybe, but I can clearly take care of myself well enough to not make stupid decisions that could kill me.” She retorted.

“Are you kidding me? I literally might have saved your life, you weren’t paying attention and you almost got stabbed, that’s on you,” you could hear voices down the hall from the direction you came in and realized that you probably should have eaten earlier because Steve and Nat were coming back from training.

“I didn’t ask you to, (Y/n)! This was so foolish of you, how do you not understand that?”

“Will you stop?” Your voice raised. “Stop acting like I’m fucking weak and inferior to you, Wanda. You would have done the same thing and we both know it.” You huffed and blinked at her for a second before turning around and retreating back to your room, pushing past Natasha and Steve, who were standing at the entrance of the kitchen.

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At night, you lied looking up at the ceiling, quiet music playing from your phone. You glanced over at the clock on your nightstand and saw that it read 12:42 AM.

You sighed softly and clicked your tongue and snapped your fingers mindlessly for a few seconds before getting bored of that.

You heard footsteps outside your door in the hall and they seemed to stop when they got to your door.

As you reached over to your nightstand to turn off your music, the door opened and you could see Wanda standing at the doorway, the light from the common room illuminating part of her face. You could see the rest of it though, you kept a night light in your room, the darkness in it was too much to handle sometimes.

The two of you stared at each other for a few seconds, Wanda’s lip caught in between her teeth. She was wearing the grey sweatpants you had given her for Christmas and the oversized graphic t-shirt the two of you shared at night while on the mission that had winnie the pooh on it.

“I heard the music when I was outside the door so I assumed you were still awake.”

You nodded, not really knowing what to say.

She looked nervous, like she thought you were going to tell her off or tell her to leave you alone. “I can’t sleep when you’re not beside me,” Wanda said quietly, and you swore your heart could have melted on the spot. You were still hurt because of the way she’d been acting towards you all day, but you couldn’t bring yourself to ask her to leave. Not when you couldn’t fall asleep either, probably for the same reason.

You slowly sat up more, trying to be mindful of your stitches, and still annoyed because if Cho had just used her cradle you would be fine by now, and scooched over on your bed so Wanda would have space.

At the soft expression of relief that washed over her features, your heart ached. She closed the door behind her and looked at you with teary eyes before clearing her throat quietly and getting into bed beside you.

It only took a few seconds for you guys to get situated. You brought yourself back down and laid on your back, slightly annoyed that you didn't feel well enough to sleep on your side.

You felt Wanda looking at you and sighed, “I don’t bite, Wands.”

With that, Wanda moved closer to you and settled between your chest and your arm, once you lifted it so she could be right at your side. She tangled her legs in yours and carefully draped her arm over your bare stomach the way you usually did when the two of you had spent countless nights cuddling during the past month. You were wearing a different sports bra, this one less tight, you’d attempted wearing a t-shirt earlier but the material rubbing against your stomach was bothering you too much.

You closed your eyes for a few seconds before you heard a soft sniffle come from Wanda. You gently rubbed her arm with the hand that had been behind her before speaking quietly, “You okay?”

Wanda shook softly and you felt a few tears fall onto your shoulder before she shook her head ‘no’, “I’m so sorry, (Y/n/n)” she choked out.

“It’s fine, Wanda. I’m not mad.”

“Yes you are,” She let out a whimper and you could swear that your heart tore in two. “I don’t have to read your mind to tell,” She paused. “I was really scared.”

You moved the hand that wasn’t rubbing Wanda’s side to her face to wipe away her tears and she looked up at you with bleary eyes before her lip began trembling and you sighed softly, squeezing her arm to let her know it was alright.

“When it happened, I - I started to panic and I didn’t know what to do. And you crumbled to the ground and laid in my lap and you looked like you were in so much pain and then you stopped responding to me and then you -“ She choked down a sob and her breathing stuttered for a moment. “You closed your eyes and I thought you were dead for a few seconds until I called Steve and he told me to check your pulse. I sat there for twenty minutes with your blood on my hands, and - and he told me to keep pressure on it and it just was so horrible (Y/n/n), all I wanted was to be able to talk to you and listen to you tell me that everything was going to be fine, but I couldn’t because you were dying and it was because of me.”

“Hey, no,” you chided. “Wands, this isn’t your fault, I swear to you. I’m still here. I’m just fine and I’m not leaving you. I’m sorry that you had to do that, it’s our job, but it isn’t fair. But I refuse to apologize for doing what I did,” She opened her mouth to talk for a second but you shook your head. “I have zero regrets, Wanda. I care about you more than you know and I don’t know what I would have done with myself if you had been killed.”

“I understand. I get why you did it, and you were right, I would have done the same thing. You’re just really important to me and I can't bear to lose you. Not now, not ever. I was upset at myself because I almost let you die and I took it out on you. I’m sorry.”

You gave her a small smile and nodded, “I forgive you, bug.”

She rolled her eyes with a smile at the pet name you liked to use for her and sniffled, but the way she looked up at you with pure adoration in her eyes afterwards made your heart sing.

“It’s late,” Wanda hummed, letting her face fall into the side of your breast, her lips brushing against your skin as she spoke.

“I know, we can talk more in the morning. About us.”

You felt her tense up in your arms and started to worry, but you relaxed when you felt her smile.

“I would like that a lot,” Wanda nodded sleepily, moving her hand that was draped over you down so she could rub the skin below your stitches, far away enough for it to not cause any discomfort.

“Good,” You smiled and pressed a kiss to the top of her head.

“Good,” She repeated, and pressed her own kiss to your collarbone.

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itsapeterthing · 3 years

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Last Breath || Peter Parker

pairing: peter parker x avenger!reader

summary: You and Peter have been best friends for years, fighting alongside each other as Avengers. When you nearly die, the true feelings you and Peter have for each other come to the surface.

a/n: Peter’s 19 here b/c let’s just pretend infinity war and endgame didn’t happen and it’s 2021 lol. This is also my first time writing in a long time and first time writing for Peter. Feel free to request below!

word count: 3.2k

warnings: mentions of death, blood, fluff, and I guess angsty, crying Peter

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You had first met your best friend Peter Parker two years ago after you learned you had powers and had been discovered by the Avengers. Being the youngest two of the Avengers and the same age, you and Peter were practically attached at the hip and everyone was aware of it. Whether it was having each other’s backs during missions, helping each other with homework or binge watching the latest sci-fi television show together, you and Peter were inseparable.

As much as you and Peter had tried to convince yourselves that you were only best friends and nothing more, everyone around you could see through that facade. They caught what you two tried to hide from one another- the stolen glances, the jealousy, the stuttering, the getting flustered when anyone brought up the prospect of you two being anything more than friends.

It’s not as if you two weren’t aware of the feelings that you had- you knew you liked Peter more than a friend should- but you weren’t about to tell him and have him laugh in your face, ruining everything you’ve built. So, the two of you lived in less than blissful ignorance, hiding your feelings from one another.

There wasn’t a nice way to put it- during your last mission Peter got absolutely wrecked. Although he had super-human abilities, even he was taking a longer time to recover which meant him staying back at the Avengers Compound while you and the rest of the Avengers went on a mission.

Peter knew that you could handle yourself and admittedly had powers that exceeded his, but he worried about you and tried to beg you to stay behind with him. He hated the idea of you going out and him not being able to have your back. He wouldn’t be able to relax unless he knew you were safe and he wouldn’t be able to keep you safe while you were out fighting and he was confined to his bed.

“Y/n, please.” He begged, tucked under his sheets.

“Peter, they need me.” You insisted.

“Not as much as I need you, though.”

“Oh yeah?” you chuckled at his attempt to implore you to stay.

“Yeah!” He continued. “Who’s going to stay here and look after me? What if I need something? Plus, my leg has been really aching.... so... I think it’s decided! Besides, what would you do if something happened to me?”

You laughed. “Nothing’s going to happen to you, Peter. You’re fine. I’ll be back before you even notice I’m gone.”

Debatable, Peter thought. He always noticed when you were there and especially when you weren’t.

“Okay, but, hear me out-“ He explained. “What if someone tries to attack the Compound? I can’t do anything to protect myself! I could die!”

“You’re not going to die, Pete.” You smiled. “If you die, I’ll kill you.”

That was the last thing you said to your best friend before you left with the rest of the Avengers. You would be lying if you said you were totally fine going on this mission without Peter. You were anything but calm. Sure, the others would have your back, but not the same way Peter did, swooping in at the last moment before someone got to you like he was always looking out for you.

You told yourself you’d be fine. For the most part you were. You could handle yourself and you had a good grip on your powers. You covered others and they did the same for you in return.

You had always heard that no matter how good things were going, it could change in a blink of an eye. One moment you could be kicking ass and the next you could be dead. You thought you knew better. You thought that you had everything covered, but you were so focused on the creatures in front of you, you didn’t even hear the one behind you until you felt the blade go through your abdomen.

It happened so quickly you could barely even process it. As soon as the blade went through you, you heard gun shots and the creature behind you and all those in front of you drop. You didn’t even notice, only moving your shaking hands to your abdomen, feeling the area and pulling them away to see your hands covered in blood.

The next thing you knew Natasha was at your side, noticing your wound and turning back to face you.

“Y/n, listen to me, it’s going to be okay.” She said frantically. You know she meant well but the way she lost her cool let you know that this was definitely not a good situation.

The sharp pain running through you made you lose your balance and collapse into her arms. You heard her speak into the ear piece, telling the others that you were injured and needed to get help ASAP. She continued to try to keep you awake and to assure you that everything would be fine but all you could do was cry back frantically that you weren’t ready to go.

When you began to feel light headed, you heard footsteps and without looking up you knew it was Tony.

Seeing you in your current state, he cursed to himself and looked at Nat. “The kid is going to kill me.”

You know he meant Peter.

“We have to get her out of here. The blade staying in there helped, but there’s only so much longer she can go without a hospital.” Nat said.

You felt Tony kneel besides you, still leaning into Nat’s arms. “C’mon, let’s go.”

You could barely even pay attention to what was going on around you, just thinking about how you could die any second. It happened so quick. Before he could pick you up, coughing up blood and struggling to speak you told him. “I told Peter this morning that if he died, I’d kill him myself.” You laughed. “It’s ironic now that I think about it. He told me not to come. He was right... and so were you.”

Picking you up, to rush you to the hospital, he asked, “Right about what exactly?”

“It feels so stupid now,” You spoke, feeling more blood drip down your chin. “I should have just told him. You were right. I do love him.” Beginning to feel lightheaded again and struggling to breathe, you told him: “If I die, be gentle with him... okay, Mr. Sta-”

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Peter couldn’t sit still in bed, knowing you were out there fighting and he wasn’t there to protect you. Not being able to put his mind or body to rest, he threw off the covers and began climbing out of bed. Sure, he had a difficult time balancing at first and was walking with a bit of a limp, but he could handle it.

Walking out of his room and into the hallway, he heard muffled voices coming from the room, meaning that at least some of the team had made it back home.

Eager to see you, he stumbled quickly into the main room only to be met with Steve and Natasha. Taken by surprise he attempted to stand up straighter, leaning against a wall for help.

“Mr. Captain America sir,” Peter spoke nervously, still intimidated by the man in front of him, despite the many times he fought alongside him.

Both him and Natasha had grim looks on their faces as he attempted to peek around them in hopes of seeing you or Mr. Stark come in behind them.

“Peter...” Natasha spoke gently, slowly moving towards him.

Peter chuckled nervously, cutting her off. “Hey, where’s Y/n? Or Mr. Stark?”

Nat and Steve looked at each other before turning back to Peter. Steve stepped forward, reaching his hand out to Peter’s shoulder.

Peter glanced nervously from Cap’s hand on his shoulder to his face, asking again. “Where’s Y/n?”

“She was injured. Tony rushed her to the hospital and they’re operating on her now.” Steve spoke plainly.

Peter’s heart rate jumped and he began breathing heavily, looking between Nat and Steve frantically. “Injured? What do you mean injured? Wait, surgery?” His brain was moving a million miles a minute. He could barely comprehend what was going on, fearing the worse.

Nat spoke this time. “There’s not a nice way to put it, Peter. She was...” She pauses looking at Steve. He nods and she turns towards Peter. “She was stabbed. It happened so quick, Peter. There was nothing anyone could have done.”

Peter feels like screaming that there was something that someone could have done- that he could have done if he had only been there to protect you. He knows that Natasha means well but he can’t help but beat himself up, knowing you’re dying somewhere and he never even told you how he felt. He couldn’t bare to think about your body lying in Nat’s arms while you were covered in blood, scared of dying.

As much as he wanted to scream, he could just feel tears coming to his eyes and turned around, rushing back to his bedroom. He could hear the footsteps of Steve and Nat as he slammed the door behind him, wincing as he stripped himself of his clothes, searching for and grabbing his spiderman suit and pulling it on.

“Peter, what are you doing?” He heard Nat speak through the door.

Holding back his sniffles, he flung open the door, pulling the spider-man mask over his face. “I’m going to go see her.”

Natasha, watching as he struggled down the hallway spoke, “You can barely walk! You can’t go.”

He continued.

Cap spoke this time, “Kid, I get it, but there’s nothing you can do. You have to let yourself hea-“

“No!” Peter shouted turning around. The crack in his voice was evident to the two avengers, making his sobbing clear. “I could have done something! If I was there I could have saved her. She wouldn’t be dying right now if I had been there. This is all my fault, don’t you get it? If it weren’t for me getting hurt I would have been able to protect her!”

The three of them stood in silence and when he felt that no one was about to speak, Peter sighed. “I have to go.”

When Cap was about to go after him, Natasha grabbed his arm. If Peter was hell bent on going, it wasn’t worth trying to stop him.

“At least let us take you.” Natasha said. “You’re crazy if you think you can just swing from here to the hospital and you definitely can’t walk.”

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The whole way there he had beat himself up for not being by your side, thinking of all the ways today could have gone differently so it didn’t have to end with you dying. He was so exhausted from crying, thinking about you, all the moments he shared and praying that he would get to make more.

Making it to the correct spot of the hospital, he saw Mr. Stark now changed out of his iron man suit and into a regular suit, standing outside a hospital room. When he made eye contact with Peter, Peter stopped short in the hallway.

“Take that thing off.” Tony insisted, pointing his finger at Peter’s mask. “I didn’t just donate millions of dollars to this hospital to keep you two’s identity a secret for you to keep that mask on. Come on, let’s go, I can’t take you seriously in that thing right now.”

Peter hesitantly took off his mask, stumbling further down the hallway. Even from far away Tony could see Peter’s tear stained face, red eyes and red cheeks, surely from crying since the moment he found out.

“Is... is she going to be okay?” Peter asked.

“As good as someone who just got stabbed with a blade from an alien planet can be.” Tony spoke before turning to look at Peter, who was visibly distraught. He sighed, wrapping his arm around Peter’s shoulder. “She just got out of surgery. If you trust these doctors... they say she’ll be okay.”

For the first time since Peter found out he felt a weight lift off of his chest and the ability to breathe normally come back to him.

“Really?” He asked, cheerfully.

“Yeah, but-“ Tony continued. “You have to knock this off.”

Peter furrowed his brows. “What do you mean, Mr. Stark?”

Tony sighed. “This.” He gestured between Peter and the room you were resting in. “You two. No more of this little elementary school crush stuff.” Peter felt his cheeks flush. “She thought she was going to die after fighting aliens with her superpowers and the last thing she said was that she loved you. It’s disgusting, honestly.”

Peter didn’t even know how to process this. You were in love with him? You were in love with him! He had had feelings for you for so long that he didn’t even think it was possibly for you to look at him as more than a friend. Not only did you look at him as more than a friend- you loved him. Not only did you love him- you thought you were dying and you spent your last words on him.

“I know you feel the same way so just cut it out and tell her.” Tony spoke.

Peter snapped out of his thoughts and looked back at Mr. Stark. “How did you know?” Peter, realizing he just admitted Mr. Stark was right coughed, embarrassed. “I mean... why do you think so?”

Tony laughed. “You’re a smart kid, Parker.” He placed his hand on one of Peter’s shoulders. “But you’re not that good at hiding it. I mean I can’t even count how many times I caught you checking her out in her suit never mind the other times where-“

“Okay!” Peter yelped. “I get it.”

“Not even just me either,” Tony continued, chuckling. “Everyone and I mean everyone, knows.”

Peter, on the verge of being mortified, shouted again. “Mr. Stark! Please stop!”

Finally Tony stopped, checking his watch, looking back up to Peter. “You’re right. She should probably be awake by now anyway. Why don’t you head in?”

“Are you sure, Mr. Stark? What about you?” Peter asked.

“Well,” Tony clicked his tongue off the roof of his mouth. “You’re the one she just confessed her undying love for, so I think she’d rather see you, kid.” He pat him on the shoulder one last time before walking off. “Good luck!”

Peter watched as he walked away down the empty hallway. Holding his mask in his hands, he then turned to the door of the room you were waiting inside. He took a deep breath before opening the door.

His heart shattered when he saw you laying in the hospital bed with your hands folded over your stomach. He hated the idea of you being hurt and it made your near death experience even more real to him.

“Hey, Peter.” You spoke, your voice almost a whisper.

“Hey Y/n.” Peter answers finally looking up from all of the medical equipment you were attached to to instead look at your face.

As he moved closer to sit in the chair besides your bed, he could still see dried remains of blood at the corners of your mouth. He grimaced, piecing the scene together.

“Pete, stop looking at me like that.” You spoke, paused then smirked. “Thanks for showing up in your suit by the way. Nice touch. I can’t believe the spider-man came to visit me.”

Peter smiled but then it faltered. You always knew how to lighten the mood, but he couldn’t help but think about how he was so close to never seeing you again. “You almost died, Y/n.”

“So I keep hearing.” You replied.

“It’s not funny, Y/n.” He spoke seriously, dropping his mask by his side and taking one of your hands. “I- I don’t know what I would do without you. You’re my best friend and other half. I know our lives are really complicated, but I don’t know, you make it better. I can’t help thinking about how you almost died. When they told me what happened I thought I would never see you again, Y/n.”

You let yourself become vulnerable, squeezing Peter’s hand, but before you could even speak, he opened his mouth again.

“Mr. Stark told me about what you said.” He spoke softly, scratching the back of his neck, not meeting your eyes.

You tried to stop your heart from racing knowing you were not only attached to a heart monitor, but that Peter also had super senses. You couldn’t help yourself though. Was it mistake to say all that? To be fair, you thought you were going to die, but now that Peter’s sitting here in front of you, you’re scared he knows about your feelings and that he’ll reject you.

“Oh-“

“I like you. A lot. Maybe more than a lot.” Peter starts rambling before you could even finish what you were saying. “It’s not just because you spent your dying words telling Mr. Stark you loved me either. I’ve liked you- actually now that I think about it- loved you- for a really long time. Probably since I first met you, honestly. It’s not because you’re like this super cool superhero chick either- don’t get me wrong, it’s super... wow- but I love you for you. Even if you had no powers or anything, I would still love you. I know this is probably a lot and maybe you just said that stuff because you thought you were going to die, but I know that I love you an-“

And just like that years of pining for you just spilled out of Peter’s mouth before you cut him off.

“You like me?” You asked again.

“I mean I love you, but uh... yeah.” Peter said slightly flustered.

Not being able to sit up or lean forward too much due to your healing wound didn’t stop you. Hearing his answer was all you needed for you to grab hold of the front of his suit, pull him towards you and kiss him.

Peter was shocked at first, but soon hummed in response, planting his hands on the pillow on either side of your head. When you pulled away you smiled up at him. “I love you too, Peter. I’m sorry it took me nearly dying to say it.”

Peter, trying to contain his excitement, just smiled and kissed you again, savoring every second of it.

Little did the two of you know that outside your room stood some of the rest of your group of the earth’s mightiest heroes, peeking in on your moment with Peter.

“I can’t believe he finally told her.” Nat said.

“What I can’t believe is that she actually felt the same way.” Sam spoke. “You’re telling me that she spent her dying breath on him?”

“What can I say? I taught him everything he knows.” Tony stated confidently as they turned back, watching the two of you through the hospital room window.

Unfortunately for Peter’s sake, they also witnessed him going to place his hands on your waist while kissing you and accidentally grazing your healing wound, causing you to yelp and wince.

“Sorry!” he shouted. “Oh shit, Y/n, I’m so sorry. Did I hurt you? I’m so dumb, I’m so sorry-“

The others turned to Tony.

“Okay... well there’s only so much you can do to help that poor kid. That’s not on me.”

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rendevousz · 3 years

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not a secret anymore

natasha romanoff x fem!teen!reader

summary: nat reveals a secret to the public when your class takes a learning journey to the tower.

requested: yes

warnings: might come off as half assed writing because this probably is one of my worst works i'm so sorry 😭😭

word count: 1681

notes: i'm so sorry i haven't been writing much, i've recently just gotten extremely busy so i had no time to sit down and write (this one was literally written between all the short breaks i had 😫) and i have a few requests piling up so i hope you guys can understand if they come later <3

"hi, y/n!" ally, an agent, greeted you as you, along with your classmates, walked through the east wing hallway of the tower. your classmates—except for peter, ned and mj— turned to look at you with confused looks.

your class was having a learning journey at the avengers tower and you had contemplated on calling in sick to avoid people who worked in the tower acknowledging you around your classmates.

you were actually an avenger—yeah, crazy—, having been rescued during one of the many avengers' hostage rescue missions few years ago. you were able to single-handedly take down a few of your captors, hence why the team took interest in you then.

now, though you had been trained enough, they decided to keep you a secret in order to protect you. lord knows how many people would try hurt you if they ever found out the avengers had a new, teenage recruit. peter was technically still safe as his alter-ego is masked so you had no choice but to only go on missions that weren't in the public eye.

you also lived in the tower so the agents and staff were undoubtedly familiar with you, some even friends with you, just like ally, who had just passed by with a wave of her hand at you before turning the corner.

"did that lady just acknowledge you?" an annoying voice spoke from beside you in a mocking tone. you gulped, not wanting to respond to flash's irrelevant question.

"hey, loser, i'm talking to you," he nudged your arm with his elbow and you held the urge to grab it and flip his whole body upside down. it's not like you couldn't—you had the skills, obviously— but it's the fact that you didn't want to get in trouble for that.

you ended up keeping quiet, like you always did whenever the boy taunted you. peter taught you to do just that. if it were up to you, flash's stupid face wouldn't even dare to show itself in front of you anymore.

speaking of peter, he was nowhere to be seen by now. you internally rolled your eyes. it had only been two minutes and they were already gone. peter was probably showing them around the place. you had no idea how your teacher didn't notice the three of them missing from your group. you were so going to kill them for ditching you and leaving you alone when they knew they were your only friends. they were also the reason why flash still had his head to this day because they'd stop you from doing anything rash. now you weren't sure if flash would be safe from your fury.

"you probably work here as a cleaner on the weekends or something, huh? that's the only way people here would know you," flash jeered. you let out a breath, trying to control your anger towards the boy.

you rolled your eyes, opting to deliberately ignore his insults and walk away instead, hoping you'll bump into those three idiots of friends of yours.

"did you just ignore me?" flash asked incredulously, as if it was a crime to ignore his annoying ass. he pulled you back by your back collar, effectively halting you in your spot.

by instinct, you grabbed his hand that was on your collar, twisting it and turning his whole body around, pinning him against the wall with his twisted arm pressed against his back. it happened in just two seconds which totally caught flash off guard, the boy groaning in pain as he begged you to let him free.

you could hear a series of gasps from all around you and you internally groaned. this is why you always ignored flash's taunting. you didn't want to attract attention to yourself and have people wonder how you could defend yourself so well. but flash just had to provoke you. especially here, out of all places.

"what's going on here?" you heard a familiar voice ask and you sighed.

"oh my gosh! it's the black widow!"

"miss romanoff!"

"oh my gosh, i'm gonna need to get a picture for my mum later, she's gonna freak out!"

you stepped away from flash, releasing him as he dramatically kept rubbing at his arm. as if you even put that much pressure. flash smirked, seeing this as a chance to complain about you to an official avenger.

"this girl right here," flash points an accusing finger at you with a glare, like he wasn't just practically begging for his life twenty seconds ago. "attacked me."

you rolled your eyes, unamused. "i hardly attacked him." you told nat. the woman turned to you, an eyebrow raised as she gave you a knowing look. "this...?" she trailed off and you nodded, knowing what she was insinuating. you'd told her about flash one too many times for her not to immediately figure out who he is from a crowd of students.

"flash thompson. heard a lot about you," she turned to the boy. flash's face lit up, thinking he must've made a name for himself or something that even the black widow knew him. little did he know he did, but not for good reasons.

"i would prefer if you stop messing with y/n/n." nat gave him a sharp look and that grin was immediately wiped off his face. "i– y/n/n?" he stuttered, confused that the natasha romanoff is calling you by a nickname.

"you do know she can kick your ass if she wanted to, right? she's been silent all this while because she didn't want to hurt you but you just never seem to learn, huh?" nat took slow, calculated steps towards him until she was towering over him.

"she doesn't need anyone to protect her because she's fully capable of that but i'm just here to warn you, kid, that she, is not to be meddled with. i'm saying this for your own good, flash thompson. she's capable of much worse than whatever she just did to you. so if i hear you messing around with her or any of her friends," she pauses before continuing with a whisper. "i'll close one eye on whatever she wants to do with you."

you wished you could've taken a picture of the dead scared look on flash's face; it was priceless. you turned to nat once she stepped away from him and she put an arm around your shoulder, leading you both away from the watching crowd.

"i–i'm sorry, miss romanoff," you could hear one of your teachers say and nat stopped, effectively stopping you too as she had you in her hold. "but miss y/l/n is on a learning journey with us and she'll miss the tour of the tower if she leaves with you. we'll be discussing a lot regarding this trip in class and she won't understand what we talk about if she misses this tour. i hope you understand." he spoke nervously.

"with all due respect, y/n's seen the whole tower already," she smiles at him but you could tell it was fake. "even the avengers' residential floors which are closed to the public and most employees of the tower."

your teacher looked at her wide-eyed, mouth open but nothing coming out. nat smiles a fake one once again. "now if you'll excuse us, the both of us have avenger duties to attend to."

gasps could be heard all around you and in the midst of it all, your best friends came back and you made eye contact with them, all of them having the same shocked look on their face.

"avenger duties?! nat, what are you doing?!" you whisper-yelled at the woman who seemed to be enjoying the reactions of your classmates and teachers.

"y/n!" peter ran over to you, your other friends following suit. "oh, um hi miss romanoff," he greets shyly. "thanks a lot, guys, look what happened." you spoke sarcastically, rolling your eyes at them. nat proceeded to drag you away from your friends and the last thing you saw was them mouthing apologies and you half-heartedly mouthing to them back that it was fine.

"relax, y/n/n, the public were about to find out soon anyways." nat said nonchalantly. "what?!" you exclaimed once you two were in a different hallway.

"yeah, you're gonna have press this weekend for this. we're gonna officially announce you to the world as an avenger." she once again says nonchalantly, as if this wasn't the first time you were hearing this. "wait, wait, wait, seriously?" you asked in disbelief. no one had told you anything.

"yeah, i—ohh yeah, you don't know yet," nat remembers and you give her an unimpressed look. she wasn't usually this dumb; she only showed this side of her to you. "sorry, i uh, yeah.. i was supposed to come get you for this. meeting with fury and the rest, yknow?" she tells you and you nodded slowly, taking in the information.

"but tell me it didn't feel good that you got to do that to flash," the woman states excitedly and you playfully rolled your eyes at her. "you got to do something. i'm practically an empty threat to him," you stated matter-of-factly.

"not after this weekend you're not. he'll be afraid of you after. that's what you get for being a smelly bully." you couldn't help the little smile on your face. she really sounded like a child right now and it was adorable.

"alright, natty, whatever you say. let's go before fury releases his fury." you look at her hopefully, waiting for her to laugh at your joke which she responded with an unimpressed look. that of course didn't work as you two burst out laughing looking at each other's faces.

you walked alongside her, the woman resting an arm around your shoulder. you smiled up at her as she talked about her day.

god, you couldn't wait to be able to finally walk out in public with these people you considered family.

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nastybuckybarnes · 3 years

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Deep End - Four

Pairing: Dark!Steve Rogers X Reader

Summary: He’s back. After all your best efforts at getting away, he’s found you again. And this time, he’s not letting you go so easily. He’s determined to do whatever it takes to get you to be his. Forever.

Warnings: Dark Themes, Language, Angst, Manipulation, Fluff, Smut,

Word Count: 2.9K

A/n: Hello and welcome, formally, to part four. I hope you all had a lovely weekend and have an amazing week! I love you all very much.

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THIS IS A DARK FIC WITH SEXUAL AND TRIGGERING CONTENT!!! READ AT YOUR OWN RISK!!!! 18+ ONLY!!!

~*~

You sit nervously on the lip of the bathtub, picking at the skin around your thumbnail as you wait for the timer to ring.

It feels like it’s been hours already.

“It’s okay, honey. Don’t worry. If it isn’t positive, we’ll just keep trying.”

Steve's words don’t ease your anxiety the way he thinks they do.

Your eyes are trained on the timer, counting down the seconds, though you already have a feeling of what the tests are going to say.

The alarm sounds like war drums and you’re racing for the row of sticks on the bathroom counter, your heart dropping into your stomach as you inspect them.

Positive.

Every single one of them.

Tears fill your eyes and you bury your face in your hands, shoulders shaking with sobs.

There it goes.

Your last shred of hope for gaining freedom. Out the window, just like that.

Steve’s arms come up around your shoulders, hugging you tightly.

“I knew it. I just... I knew. You smell different, your breasts are bigger. I fucking knew it.”

He nudges his nose against your cheek until you finally tilt your head back, and then his lips are on yours.

You don't fight him, too hopeless to even try anymore.

Your tears are salty, you can taste them on his lips, but he doesn’t seem bothered at all by them. No, he still kisses you, walks you out of the bathroom towards the bed.

He helps you out of your clothes, his hands groping and squeezing every inch of you as if he’s never felt you before, as if you’re the first woman he’s touched in forever.

The tears are steady, continuing down your face as he pushes you gently onto the bed, his lips trailing over your inner thighs while his eyes raise to yours.

“We’re gonna have another baby, honey. I always knew your body was perfect. Absolutely made for me. And now you’re gonna give me another baby. You’re gonna grow all nice and round...” He trails off, his eyes dark and full of lust as he gazes down at your stomach as if picturing you pregnant again.

“C’mon, darling. We need to celebrate.” He sheds his clothes so that you’re both naked, his warm body pressed tightly against yours, though it does little to quell the shivers of distress rolling down your spine.

Pregnant. Again.

He places kiss after kiss onto your neck, trailing down to your breasts and halting there.

“Can’t wait for you to be nice and big again, all full and round because of me. Fuck, can’t wait ‘till you start makin’ milk again, honey.”

His lips latch around your nipple, sucking hard enough to make your back arch, a whine of pain and pleasure rolling out of your mouth.

“That’s it. M’gonna make you feel nice, honey. Gonna make you feel loved. You know I love you, huh? Yeah. I do.”

His words make your stomach twist in uncomfortable knots, and you close your eyes to avoid the intensity of his gaze. You focus instead on the feel of his body against yours, nice and warm and heavy.

One of his hands snakes between your legs, toying with your clit and dipping into your heat to prepare you for his cock.

“Getting all wet and messy for me, huh?” Your eyes remain shut, blocking out his face, the face of the man who’s done so many atrocious things to you.

He thrusts his fingers in and out rather slowly, dragging them against your sensitive walls until he deems you ready enough for him, though there’s no way to truly be ready for him.

He positions himself between your legs, perched on his haunches while his hands rub over your thighs gently.

“Can’t wait for you to have my baby, sweetheart. Gonna watch you get all nice and full, bring another life into this world for me. That’s what you’re here for, darling.”

He slides his manhood through your folds, coating himself in your essence before slowly pushing into you, forcing every inch into your tight wet heat.

Your mouth drops open, brows pulling together at the stretch of him so deep inside of you, pushing against every resistance your body brings forth. He forces himself into you until he’s seated comfortably, cock held tightly by your fluttering walls.

“Fuck, feel that. Feel you. So tight... tight ‘n wet. Fuck... Fuck...”

He pulls back then pushes in, each thrust slow and precise and far too good. You hate how good he makes you feel, how well he knows your body. You hate how good you feel beneath him, how right it feels to be with him, to be held in his arms.

And you fucking hate him for making you enjoy a single second of time spent with him.

His thrusts speed up until he’s hammering his hips into yours, each movement of his hips forcing his cock to press against your cervix painfully, but the pain is welcome.

It’s what you deserve for enjoying it.

A soft moan falls from your lips when he drops his hand between your legs, fingers working your clit with practiced ease.

He’s spent months learning and re-learning your body, he knows you almost as well as he knows himself, and if the only way you want him is physically then fine, but he’s going to make that want stronger than your hatred for him.

“O-oh god...” Your eyes squeeze shut as the edge creeps closer, each pass of his thumb on your clit and his cock between your walls bringing it so much nearer.

“You gonna cum for me, honey? Yeah? Gonna be my good girl?” You nod, if only so he doesn’t stop.

“Fuck, you feel so good, darling... so good.” He picks up speed, and you get lost in your orgasm like a leaf in a windstorm.

It picks you up and pulls you from reality. Bliss clouds your mind, your senses, and nothing matters except the rolling waves of pleasure flooding you.

“Just like that, honey... fuck.”

He drops his head into the crook of your neck, breaths hot and damp against your skin as he follows you into the blissful embrace.

His hips stutter to a stop, warmth painting your walls and filling you to the brim, just like he always does.

He pants against you, his mind consumed with obsession, adoration, love. He finally has you back in his arms. Finally gets to rebuild his family, get the happy ending he’s been craving.

He’s not gonna give it up.

You’re right where you belong.

~*~

He waits an absurdly long time before telling anyone.

He doesn’t want anyone to know, especially not Nat. Bucky, sure, he can know, but not Nat. Not after the way she kept so many secrets for so long.

It isn’t until you start showing -about two months after the positive tests- that he finally tells the two of them the good news, inviting them over to help set up the baby's room and have a nice night with his family.

Bucky and Steve have just finished painting the walls yellow, a neutral baby colour that you suggested.

Steve insists that you sit slightly outside the room, even though both windows are open and a fan is going, the paint specifically bought because it’s non-toxic.

But you don’t argue. You’ll sit as far away from them as possible.

Sarah’s in your lap, her eyes focused on the colouring book on the ground in front of her, her tongue poking out between her lips as she tries to stay inside the lines.

“Alright. That’s the crib all done. Honey, you wanna grab us a drink?”

Your head snaps up at Steve’s request, and you nod, rising to your feet and instinctively dropping a hand to your small bump.

“Can I help?” Sarah asks excitedly, bouncing up onto her toes and following you down the stairs.

“Of course. You wanna bring this up to Uncle Bucky?”

You pour two glasses of lemonade, one for the blond and one for the brunet.

“Can I have some?” You nod, grabbing a cup for her as she starts carefully up the stairs with the glass.

“Need a hand?” You stiffen, eyes slowly raising to the redhead’s.

“No.”

She sighs, taking a seat at the counter.

“Just hear me out, (Y/n), please. I just... I just wanna explain. Please.” You grind your teeth together at her.

“What could you possibly have to say to me? How could you possibly explain the way you betrayed me? Betrayed Sarah? You got my dad killed, Natasha, and now I’m pregnant again.”

She looks so lost, so desperate, but it doesn’t change the fact that it’s her fault you’re here.

"Just please, (Y/n). Please.” There’s nothing you can really do to stop her. It’s obvious that Bucky and Steve would side with her over you in a heartbeat.

“I never breathed a single word of your whereabouts to anyone, I swear. Not even my therapist. I swear on my life, (Y/n) I never told anyone where to find you.”

You look up at her and shake your head.

“You were the only other person who knew where we were hiding.”

She lets out a shaky breath and looks away from your eyes.

“After what happened at the cabin I started going to therapy. Saw a good therapist who helped me get through a lot of stuff. James was going to therapy too, we were getting better together.”

You don’t think any therapy in the world will change the fact that James Barnes is a monster through and through, but you don’t say that to her. No, you let her continue.

“I started getting better. James did too. We got back to work, to helping people, being the good guys.”

She pauses, sniffling then scrubbing at her cheek.

“I told him that uh, one of my friends had a baby and that spending time around them made me want one too. It upset me because that... that’s a dream that I’ll never be able to have. Or, I thought it was.” A smile tugs at the corner of her mouth, but it lacks any positive emotions behind it.

“He told me about this experimental procedure that they started doing in Switzerland. Reversals for female sterilization. Highly experimental but... he said I should give it a shot. The worst that would happen would be... well... no worse than what I’ve had to live with for most of my life.”

She crosses her arms over her chest, not in defiance but in comfort. Self-comfort, and for a moment you feel bad for her.

“I talked it over with Bucky. Told him about how much I wanted a baby, a little mini version of him or I, and he was on board. Said he wished I told him sooner.” She chuckles, shaking her head fondly at the memory.

“That’s when I left for that while, remember?” You nod.

She missed Christmas and you were only slightly devastated at having to spend the holiday alone.

“I got the procedure done. Was on bed rest for a while after and even after I was given a clean bill of health I... I didn’t want to try. I was too nervous. Afraid that it wouldn't work but more afraid that it would.”

She takes a deep breath, her eyes squeezed shut tightly as she recounts the events that occurred leading up to your abduction. Her betrayal.

“It uh... it took three months but we conceived. I was finally pregnant.” She smiles a tearful, wet smile at you and your own eyes prickle with tears as you realize that her story won’t have a happy ending.

Your mind immediately goes to the worst things you can think of, ranging from miscarriage to murder, and you find yourself wanting to call Sarah down away from her father.

“I was ecstatic, (Y/n). I was so fucking happy.” Her eyes are filled with a type of sorrow that you’re far too familiar with. One you’ve felt too much in your short life.

“I told my shrink about it, told him how happy I was. Bucky and I cried together when we found out cause... we were finally gonna be parents. That’s around the time when I started coming by more often. What, sic months ago? Yeah, right around then. I uh, I wanted to wait until I was showing more to tell you, but...” She trails off, her face falling even more and tears trailing down her cheeks.

“That’s around the same time when Bucky started seeing Steve more. Spent less and less time at home with me and more time with Steve. I uh, got a call one day from his therapist, asking if everything was okay because she hadn’t seen him in weeks. That’s when I knew something wasn’t right. We hadn’t spoken to Steve since the cabin incident and then Bucky was spending every waking moment with him.”

She stops speaking, her fingers trembling and her bottom lip wobbling.

“What happened to the baby?” You ask softly, needing to know who hurt her, who caused it.

She exhales deeply and slowly opens her eyes.

“I uh, I guess Bucky must’ve told him. And uh... if Steve can’t have his happily ever after then no one can.”

My heart drops into my stomach.

“What did he do?”

She doesn’t answer right away. No, instead she picks at her fingers for a long moment.

“Did you know... that drinking certain teas can cause a miscarriage? Because I didn’t.” You furrow your brows, trying to figure out what she means until it dawns on you.

“He made you drink it?” You’re not sure which ‘he’ you’re talking about, but you know it must’ve been at least one, if not both of them.

“The last time I uh, set foot in this house before that dinner we had together... he invited us over for drinks and to watch the game. He made me some tea and asked me why I thought it was okay to keep secrets from him. I didn’t understand what he meant at the time but... that hardly matters. A few days later I started bleeding. A lot. I was in the infirmary for days on end only to find out that he’d poisoned my baby.”

She sniffles again and wipes her cheeks with the back of her hand.

“After that, he didn’t trust me, only trusted Bucky. Went to my therapist and took his notes, beat answers out of him when he refused to speak. I’m assuming they bugged me o-or something. Or followed my licence plate, searched through my history to figure it out."

Her candy apple green eyes meet yours, vibrant and staring directly into your soul with passion and fire rivalling that of a forest fire.

“I never breathed a single word of you or Sarah to anyone. Steve figured it out on his own, after almost killing my therapist, and killing my baby. I never said anything, I swear. On the life of my child, I didn’t say a thing.”

Your breaths come in shallow bursts, anxiety spiking as you shake your head.

“I-I don’t...” She puts a gentle hand on your shoulder and nods, guiding you towards the couch.

“I’m sorry. But that’s... that’s the truth. Steve is a monster, and he’s got Bucky following him mindlessly. I don’t... I don’t know what to do or who to turn to.”

You open your mouth to speak, but the sound of feet trudging down the stairs cuts you off.

“Everything alright down here?” Steve asks, reaching for his glass of lemonade but pausing when he sees the look of distress on your face.

His eyes flutter between you and Nat before he takes a seat beside you, grabbing your hand gently in his.

“Honey? You okay?”

You shake your head, trying to rid it of the overwhelming thoughts.

“Mommy?” The three of you look up as Sarah bounds down the stairs, climbing into your lap.

“Where’s my juice?” You pick her up and rest her on your hip as you stand up, walking into the kitchen to grab her cup of juice and distance yourself from the people on the couch.

Bucky comes down the stairs next, confused and wondering where everyone went.

His eyes find Natasha’s first, the poorly masked sorrow colouring her features, and his heart aches.

Sarah drinks her lemonade quickly, making a loud ‘ahh’ sound once she’s devoured the last drop.

“Can we have pizza for dinner?” She asks eagerly, looking up at you with big blue eyes.

You swallow hard then nod, your eyes slowly raising to Steve’s as he walks over to you.

“Pizza?” You ask softly, turning back to your daughter when he nods.

“Of course.” She squeals excitedly, wrapping her arms around your neck and hugging you tightly.

You hug her closer to your body, burying your face in her hair as a tear slips down your cheek.

You knew he was a bad man, but you never thought he’d hurt a child. That would’ve been his niece or nephew, a friend for Sarah and your new baby. But no, he decided that Natasha didn’t deserve her happy ending, neither did Bucky.

Natasha is one of the few friends you’ve ever had, and the fact that he’d hurt her that way, kill off her one dream, is disgusting.

It makes you wonder what he’ll do to you, or even Sarah.

You thought hurting kids was something Steve would never do, but now you’re not so sure.

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nothoughtsonlynat · 3 years

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Resurrect Me (N.R.)

Warnings: swearing; death; Hell/the Underworld; cliff jumping lol

Word Count≈ 3.1k (yikes lol my bad)

Hecate一 the goddess of magic, witchcraft, the night, the moon, ghosts, and necromancy. Known to be an intricate mosaic of good and evil, destruction and beauty. Capable of granting wishes, summoning the dead, resurrections, teleportation, warping realities on unfathomable scales, mind control, energy manipulation, and any sorcery or magic known to the Gods. Second only to Zeus himself.

I am the human embodiment of Hecate. I am not Hecate; she merely resides in the depths of my soul and provides me guidance. We do not communicate through words; she speaks through dreams and gut feelings, and sometimes even through signs in the outside world. I have not mastered the powers she’s granted me, nor have I reached my full potential. In addition to the Goddess’ powers, I hold the basic Olympian powers, such as superhuman speed and stamina. I have no recollection of how I merged with Hecate or the life I lived before this point, and she has provided me with no answers, but I do not question her motives.

Agent Phil Coulson came across me in my temple in Turkey. Apparently, he had discovered strange energy readings coming from the temple. When he arrived, I used the power of energy manipulation to blow the concrete off of me, and that is the first thing I remember一 emerging from underneath Hecate’s temple.

I joined the Avengers during the Battle of New York. Agent Coulson had recommended me to Fury when he was piecing together the Avengers Initiative. In the three years between my awakening and the invasion, I practiced my sorcery mercilessly and studied Hecate deep in the Greek countryside. I’ve stuck with the Avengers throughout the years, fighting every battle alongside them. Through the ups and downs, I’ve fallen head over heels for Natasha Romanoff. One would assume that with so much power, I’d be confident and have any mortal begging at my feet. That couldn’t be any more inaccurate, however. As I’ve said, I am not Hecate; I am simply the human embodiment of the goddess. And as a human, I turn into a blushing, stuttering mess whenever the levelheaded assassin is near. Consequently, there have been many years of pining, but I’ve yet to muster up the courage to ask the woman on a date.

In our most recent war, we’ve gone up against a mad titan一 Thanos. We lost terribly. Half of all living things inhabiting the universe were snapped away. I can’t help but ponder whether things would’ve gone differently if I had better mastered my powers. I potentially hold all the capabilities of the goddess of magic; aside from Zeus, I hold more power than any being to ever exist. I’ve practiced my sorcery every day for the past five years on the off chance that we ever get a rematch一 a chance to bring everyone back. I’ve improved significantly, but Hecate has been oddly quiet for the past few years. It’s driving me crazy. I know she’s still there, but she hardly provides an ounce of guidance.

And so, that is where I find myself now一 practicing sorcery in the room specifically designed to isolate me when I use dark magic. Everyone who has access to the training section of the compound knows that they should never enter this room. It is far too dangerous for regular mortals. As I warp the room’s reality, a dark mist envelops me. When it clears, the room has changed into a 50s ballroom. I look down to see an elegant maroon ball gown covering my body, and I scan the empty area. I hear a pair of heels clicking toward me, and I spin around, already panicking. In order for someone to be here with me, they would have to be an inhabitant of the location’s true reality. My eyes land upon the woman I’ve grown to love, dressed up for the event. She is wearing an extravagant light blue ball gown, and her hair is carefully done up.

“Natasha? What are you doing here?”

“Why I came to dance with you, of course.” She steps closer and drapes her arms around my neck, swaying to the nonexistent music. Stay calm. Don’t panic. There’s no way I’m making her do this. I’m not even doing anything! Of course I’m the one making her do this, who else would it be?! Breathe in. Breathe out. My powers don’t control me. I control them. Just breathe. I can do this. I know how to do this.

As I focus on the magic coursing through my veins, a black mist envelops us, and the room returns to its original form一 a basic training room with black padded walls. I immediately take a large step back from Natasha.

“What the fuck is wrong with you, Natasha?! You know you can’t come in here! I could’ve seriously hurt you!”

“I...I’m sorry. I thought you’d just be moving shit with your mind. I didn’t realize you could do...that, whatever that was.”

“That was reality manipulation. I didn’t know you were here and I don’t have full control of it, so you got caught up in it. Are you okay? Do you remember it?”

“Yeah, I remember it clear as day. I was still me and I was still in control, it was just...different, I guess.”

“Well, I literally warped your reality, so even if you felt in control, you might not have been.”

“You stopped it, though. I remember when that seemed impossible. You’re getting better.”

“Thanks, I guess.” I awkwardly scratch the back of my neck. “What did you come in here for in the first place?”

“This is gonna sound crazy, but Scott Lang is here. We might have a way to bring everybody back.”

“Wait, what? Holy shit. It’s happening. Okay, come on then!” I eagerly walk past her, grabbing her hand as I pass her, and we leave my training room. I realize that I’m still holding her hand as we make it to the meeting room, and I immediately drop it, clearing my throat. If I wasn’t so familiar with the sensation, then I would swear that my ears and cheeks are on fire.

<//>

We all step onto the platform in matching white and red time-travel suits. “We’re really doing this?”

“Hell yeah, we’re doing this,” Clint answers.

“Alright, then. We bring everybody back,” I say with determination. “Whatever it takes,” Steve adds.

“See you in a minute,” Natasha adds with a smirk. Before I can appreciate how beautiful she looks with the glimmer of hope in her eyes, we’re flying through a flurry of colors. Nebula, Natasha, Rhodey, Clint, and I land on Morag. We all say our respective goodbyes before Nat, Clint, and I get on a jet to head to Vormir.

<//>

“A soul for a soul.”

“What? That’s insane. Look, no offense, Mr. Bloody Tampon, but why should we just trust what you’re saying? Because you know their fathers’ names?”

“I didn’t.” I looked into Natasha’s eyes as she spoke and I instantly wish that I could replace the dull sadness with the bright hope that had filled them before.

“He doesn’t know my father’s name. If he’s some mystical being, then why can’t he tell me that?” I turned to face him as I asked the question.

“I’m afraid you are a mystery. I am meant to know everything about any being who seeks the stone, but I know nothing of your identity.”

“Hm. Seems like a load of bullshit to me,” I deadpanned.

“We need to do this. We need to bring everyone back. I’ve spent the past five years trying to reverse the snap, and now I finally know how to fix it. Let me do it.” As Natasha spoke, she grabbed both of my hands in hers.

“And I’ve spent every day for the past five years training to do this. I wasn’t just practicing sorcery and talking to dead people for fun, Nat. All I wanted was to do better一 to fix this. If anyone is jumping off that cliff, it’s gonna be me.”

“No. Absolutely not. Neither of you is dying for that stone. I’ve done horrible things these past few years. I’ve killed...so many people. It should be me,” Clint says, and Natasha and I turn to face him, but one of her hands remains in mine.

“No way in hell, Clint. And not you either, Nat. Both of you guys have families. You’re not sacrificing yourselves. I won’t let you. And you can’t stop me even if you try.” Nat gives me a questioning look as I mention her family and I speak in her head ‘I know about them, Nat. And they need you. She needs her big sister.’

“What are you saying?” I can hear the anxiety lacing Nat’s words, and it causes a pit to form in my stomach.

“I think you know what I’m saying, Natty.”

“Then you don’t leave me much of a choice.” She shoots a Widow’s Bite toward me, but I stop it using energy manipulation without even having to lift a finger.

“You can’t beat me, Nat. Please, don’t fight me on this.”

“I call bullshit.” Out of the corner of my eye, I see Clint running toward the edge while we’re distracted, and I teleport in front of him, throwing him backward. I use mind control to force him to stay down. I sense Natasha running toward the edge behind me, and I teleport in front of her. I use energy manipulation to keep her in place, and I grab onto her biceps.

“I’m really sorry, Nat. I hate that I’m doing this to you, but I can’t let you throw yourself off a cliff for some stupid stone. Your life is worth so much more than that. You’re an amazing person, and your ledger was cleared of its red so long ago. Don’t let anyone tell you any different.”

“This is sounding an awful lot like a goodbye.”

“You can be sarcastic all you want, but I’m not walking out of this one, Natty.”

“Don’t do this. The team needs you.”

“No, they don’t, Nat, and we both know it. They need you.”

“And what if I need you?!”

“Well if that’s the case, you’ll figure it out, just like you always do. Don’t let something like this hold you back. Goodbye, Natasha Romanoff.” I kiss her cheek before turning around. I start walking towards the edge, but it quickly turns into a sprinting pace as I hear Nat screaming for me to stop. Just before I reach the edge, I lift the mind control from Clint and I release Nat, just in case it doesn’t automatically lift when I die. I push myself off the cliff, turning mid-jump so I’m not facing the ground. As I’m falling through the air, I see Clint holding Nat in his arms as her screams fill my ears. I hit the ground and everything goes black.

<//>

“Hello, y/n. It’s good to see you again.” I sat up and一 what the hell is that smell? “Ah, yes. That would be burning flesh. Welcome to Hell, darling.”

“Uh...what? Who are you?”

“Yes, I suppose I should explain, hm? I am Hecate, Goddess of一”

“Yeah, I know what you’re the goddess of. How did I get here?”

“I thought you were smarter than this. You died, obviously.”

“And went to Hell? Damn.”

“Oh, relax. Hell isn’t what the mortals think it is. This is the Underworld. All of the dead reside here. The bad people get punished, the good people don’t. Simple as that. We don’t have a lot of time, so I need to explain. I am cursed; I cannot leave the Underworld. However, my human embodiment can, and that is where you come into play. You hold all my power, and I can see you’ve been practicing, but you’ve never lived up to your full potential.”

“Hey! Rude!”

“Don’t interrupt. I didn’t allow you to live up to your full potential, not until we met, anyway.”

“And I had to die in order for that to happen?”

“Yes. I’m giving you all of my power, but I can still stop you if I ever need to. I know you don’t want to risk hurting the people you love, especially the redhead, but you need to trust yourself. Trust your powers. Have a little faith. You are a goddess, remember. Don’t let people forget it. That purple thumb is nothing compared to you, even with his colorful rocks. Your family needs you now. You must help them.”

“That’s it? Why do they need help? How will I know what to do?”

“I will always be there to help you, Y/N. You can handle this. This is nothing. You are part of me, just as I am part of you. You are my daughter, after all. I should know your capabilities better than anyone.”

“Wait, daughter?!”

“Oh, did I forget to mention that part? Oh well, it doesn’t matter right now, anyway. You need to go.”

“Go where?”

“Home, darling.”

The earth above us cracks open and I can hear faint sounds of fighting on the surface. I look at Hecate as she nods. Before I even realize I’m doing it, black mist surrounds my body and lifts me through the crack. I step out of the mist onto the ground and a staff appears in my right hand. I tap it once on the ground and my white suit is replaced by an all-black leather outfit that’s definitely made for a goddess. I smirk and make eye contact with the titan across the battlefield. His sickly creatures race toward me as they notice the new threat on the field. I summon an army of ghouls from the cracks in the earth. As the aliens and the undead clash, I teleport in front of Thanos.

“And who might you be, dear?” He acts confident, but I can sense his fear.

“I am Y/N, daughter of Hecate.” He tilts his head in a questioning manner. “Oh, did someone not study mythology? Hm, then let’s be blunt, shall we? I’m a goddess, ass-chin.” I throw my staff at his throat, but he catches it. He moves to swing his large sword at me, but I capture his arm in black mist. When he tries to move the other arm, I restrain that one, as well. “Well, that surely can’t be all you’ve got, hm? Pity, I thought it’d be more exciting than that.” If I were to look in a mirror at that moment, I would’ve noticed my ghostly pale skin, black eyes, and the raw power spreading through my veins like a black road-map.

“It’s not over yet, my dear child.” Before I can question the meaning of his words, an alien tosses him the gauntlet. It slides on his exposed hand, but I hold it open with dark magic. I look around and notice that the army of the undead is nowhere to be seen. My teammates are pinned down, even with the help of those who were snapped. There is a feeling in my gut and a voice in my head that tells me what I must do. I pull the gauntlet off his hand with black mist and slide my hand inside. I feel the power surging into my body. “What are you doing? That power will kill you!” Thanos sounds truly desperate.

“That’s cute. Truly, it is, but you can’t kill someone who’s already dead.” I close my hand and snap my fingers. His army fades to dust and he slumps to the ground before floating away with them. I drop the gauntlet to the ground and look around. Natasha runs toward me and throws her arms around my neck in a firm hug.

“Wha一what happened to you? How are you here? I thought you died!”

I wrap my arms around her waist and rest my chin on her shoulder before saying, “I did die. I am dead.”

She pulls away and looks at me from head to toe. “Well that explains why you’re so damn pale, but now I have so many more questions.”

“I am Hecate’s daughter, so I am technically a goddess, like her. I’m not sure if I was technically resurrected or not, but I can probably一”

She cut me off with a gentle yet passionate kiss. She pulls away and searches my eyes. “I’ve wanted to do that for a very long time,” she admits.

“Me too,” I breathe out.

“Yeah, I picked up on that. You’re not very discrete.” I laughed and a smirk spread across her face. “As sexy as this whole ‘powerful goddess’ thing is, am I going to get the old you back? You know, the one who blushes whenever I look at her? The one who’s, like, alive?”

I smile at her and glance down at her lips as a thick black mist appears behind me. I step backward into it as her face morphs into a look of confusion. She disappears from sight as a wall of black fills my vision, and a surge of power spreads throughout my body. I fall to my knees and the black cloud disappears. Natasha rushes over and kneels in front of me. “Are you okay? What the hell was that?”

“I’m not entirely sure, but I think I’m alive again.” I lift my head and meet her eyes.

“Your skin isn’t crazy pale anymore, and your eyes are their normal color again.”

“Sweet.”

“Cool.”

We both crack up and I lean my forehead against hers as our laughter fades.

Tony interrupts our moment of peace. “This is all good and dandy, but does someone wanna explain what the hell just happened?”

I raise my head and look at my teammates一 my family. “I kicked the purple thumb’s ass. That’s what happened.” I can feel a warm presence in my heart, and I know that my mother is with me.

“Yes, yes, I noticed. I also noticed a bunch of demons. Care to explain that one?”

“They weren’t demons...they were just...the souls...of dead people. I can summon the dead. You knew that.”

“Uh, I definitely didn’t know that.” I laugh and shake my head at the eccentric man.

I stand up, pulling Natasha with me, and bring her into another embrace. “I’m really glad you’re okay, Natty,” I whisper in her ear before pressing a delicate kiss to her temple.

A/N: I literally had this completely finished and edited over a month ago and I hadn’t posted it yet soooooo... idk here it is

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