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I Knew You Loved Me || Kate Bishop

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Pairing: Kate Bishop x Reader

Warnings: 16+ advised. Dark themes. Mentions of blood, torture, kidnapping. Mentions of guns, knives and injuries caused by these weapons. Descriptions of killing. Mentions of nightmares/fears. Sad themes, happy ending. Explicit language. A rollercoaster of emotions really. Some themes included may be sensitive to some so proceed with caution. If I have missed any warnings please let me know.

Word Count: 3814 words.

Summary: You and Kate are sent on a mission but what you find is what you least expected.

A/N: This fic took an absolute turn in the complete opposite direction to how I planned it lol. It had me tearing up at 3 am writing it. I hope you all enjoy!

Please do not repost (on here or any social media platform), copy, translate or take ownership of my work. Reblogs, likes and comments are always appreciated <3.

Part 2

Masterlist

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GIF not mine

I Knew You Loved Me: Kate Bishop-

“Kate Bishop, where are you?” You call through the empty corridors of the suspected Hydra base. Pacing slowly, with your gun in hand; ready to fire if needed.

“Seriously? You have been hanging out with Yelena too long. What’s wrong with just ‘Kate’?” The archer’s voice sounds through the earpiece lodged in your ear.

You chuckle in response, “Oh come on Bishop, you know I’m kidding, and besides you know what Lena is like, once she’s got her heart set on something, she‘ll do anything to make it happen.”

“You’re saying she has her heart set on irritating me?” Kate questions confusedly.

“Precisely, now give me an update, have you found anything?” You bring the current task back into focus- you and Kate were assigned to check out an abandoned warehouse, South of the city. Records show that its lease expired months ago, however reports suggest that strange noises have been heard from inside the building. With the increased attacks against the Avengers in concern with Hydra, the team aren’t taking any chances and decided it's best to check out any suspicious buildings.

“No, there’s nothing here, I think it was a false alarm, man this place is creepy though.” Kate says.

You line yourself up with a corner of the wall, slowly edging your gaze around it to check if the coast is clear- it is, allowing you to cross to the other side of the wall.

“Kate, we’ve only been here for ten minutes, there’s no way you’ve finished searching your side of the building.” You roll your eyes, you have to agree, the place is creepy. All the walls are white and plain; displaying cracked paint, illuminated by flickering fluorescent lights above. It looks like something straight out of a horror film. The worst part is, you’re convinced you spotted trace patterns of dried up blood on your way in here- highlighting the eerie atmosphere.

“Well what about you? Do you have anything?” Kate enquiries.

You move one foot in front of the other, slowly; scanning every inch of the building’s features to ensure a thorough job is carried out.

“Not quite yet, but something has definitely been going on here, I mean I swear the floor has claw marks on it.” You wince as you say it, dreading the nature of what could have caused those marks.

“I don’t like this y/n-“ Kate’s words are cut off and replaced with a blood curdling scream. Your body freezes in terror, the sudden shock sending a jolt through your system.

“Kate?!” You call, the only response you receive is her terror filled pleas filling the air, a constant ‘help me’ requested.

You sprint in the general direction of her screams, the echoing trait of the walls making it difficult to pinpoint a precise location.

You round several corners, until you come across complete darkness, the lights have failed. With shaky hands you pull out a compact torch from your stealth suit’s pocket. Using a few attempts to flick it on.

You aim it into the darkness, hoping to accentuate the hallway once more.

You timidly whisper ‘Kate’, dreading the scene you’re about to come across from the sounds of torture ripping through the building.

Your eyes remain in a wide state, your body shakes violently; sweat makes its way to the surface of your skin whilst your heart works non stop to activate your ‘fight or flight’ response.

You move the torch rapidly, hoping to find any sign of Kate.

Suddenly, you hear small whimpers close by, causing you to pick up your speed and locate their origin.

Thankfully, you come across Kate, though your heart shatters at the sight. She’s curled up into herself, rocking back and forth, clutching desperately at the purple fabric of her suit. She releases incoherent sounds, sobbing into herself.

You lean down in front of her, propping the torch up to give a bit more light.

“Kate.” You call out softly, not receiving a response. You gently place your hands on her knee, which causes her to flinch slightly before attempting to strike you.

You quickly grab her hands to stop her from hitting you, “Hey, hey, it’s okay, it’s just me, it’s y/n.” You reason with her, causing her to relax her arms in your grip.

Her face is drenched with tears, her breaths are rapid-attempting to overcome her period of anxiety.

You rub her arms soothingly, attempting to calm her down, “Come on Kate, deep breaths. What happened? Are you hurt?” You ask as you scan her body for any sign of injury.

She shakes her head, “I-I’m fine, it doesn’t matter.” She stutters out as she tries to regain her breath, avoiding all eye contact with you.

“Oh, it’s just the screaming, I thought you’d gotten hurt. Kate something must have happened for you to be in this state. Please tell me, you know you can trust me.” You attempt to support Kate.

She briefly makes eye contact with you before mumbling, “You’ll just laugh at me, you and Yelena that is.”

You raise your eyebrow in uncertainty, “What? Why would I laugh? With the near heart attack I just nearly had, I’m not in the mood for laughing. Please, I promise I won’t laugh.”

She looks at you to detect any signs of deceit, finding none she releases a sigh, “I don’t like the dark, it freaks me out. I don’t know what it is, I just panic when I’m all alone and I just feel vulnerable. Usually when I tell people they make fun of me for it.” She shifts in her spot, waiting for your reaction.

“Kate, it’s okay to be afraid, it came out of nowhere, you were bound to be scared. This is by no way of me making fun of you, but what do you do at night? None of the Avengers have ever mentioned this.” You gently put forward.

“Well since I don’t share a room, I use a light so I can still see everything in my room. Plus I have Lucky there to keep watch so if anything were to go wrong, he’d protect me.” She wipes at her face with her sleeves, attempting to cover up her leftover fear.

You sit cross legged on the floor, grabbing her hands firmly, “Kate, if you ever feel like this again, you can come to me okay, I won’t judge, I’ll do everything in my power to help you okay. Also, I promise not to tell anyone, especially Yelena.” You hold your pinky out to signify the importance of your words.

Kate looks at you in surprise, slowly wrapping her pinky around yours, “You don’t know how much this means to me, thank you.”

You’re about to comfort her further when the fluorescent lights flicker back on.

You quickly bring yourself up to your feet, holding your hands out to Kate to pull her up.

Once she’s up, you pick up your torch, switching it off and tucking it back in your pocket.

You look around to see if anything out of the ordinary stands out- everything seems plain.

“Kate, if you want to go back I understand, we can just go and ask someone else to take over the mission.” You don’t want Kate to feel pressured to continue if she isn’t in the right mindset, she’s your main priority at this moment.

She grabs her bow from the floor, gripping it tightly, “No, it’s okay, I’m good. Like you said, we need to do a proper search.” She straightens her stance, displaying her eagerness to carry on.

You sigh in defeat, “Okay, but if you change your mind, don’t hesitate to tell me alright?”

She gives you a firm nod, allowing you both to venture further down the corridor you are occupying.

You reach the end of the corridor, you stretch your arm out in front of Kate, signalling for her to stop as you check that the coast is clear.

“Wait, Kate look.” You both round the corner to see a door.

You both rush over to it, noticing it has a padlock on it. You trace your fingers over the wood, feeling the rough surface of the dead material. Splinters attempting to pierce your skin’s surface, causing you to move your hand away.

“It looks like it’s been closed for years.” Kate says as she taps at the lock.

“That doesn’t mean whatever is behind it isn’t of use, we need to find a way in.” You look around to see if there is anything around you that could be used as assistance.

“Are you kidding? I don’t want to open it, this place is getting worse and worse the longer we stay in it. I knew I should have let Clint take this mission.”

You stop your search when you hear a noise from behind the door; you shush Kate to see if you can hear it again.

“What is it? Is it a clue? Is it a-“

“If you stop talking I’ll be able to tell you exactly what it was.” You playfully scold her.

She leans in closer to the door with you.

You both hear a voice shout ‘hello?’.

“Was that you?” Kate asks.

You look at her baffled, she can’t seriously think that was you calling.

“You concern me Kate Bishop, now any ideas on how to get this door open?” You look at Kate expectantly.

“Well, I didn’t do Martial Arts for nothing, stand back.” Kate shoves you aside as she readies herself. With one brutal kick she sends the door crashing to the ground.

You give her a pat on her shoulder, “Good job, Kate nicely done.” You compliment, missing the blush spreading across her face.

You step closer to the doorway, noticing a set of stone stairs leading down into a room. A soft glow at the bottom.

You look back to Kate giving her nod to confirm the entry.

You raise your gun in front of you, on the defence without knowing what the stairs lead to.

Kate follows close behind, readying an arrow onto her bow.

You make it to the bottom and you feel your whole body stop for a moment.

The individual in front of you is barely alive.

The room has one lightbulb with a pull string, strong enough to display the streaks of blood that paint the walls. The floor displaying the same situation.

A male is placed in the centre of the room, tied to a wooden chair in chains. Blood soaked clothes with rips in them, barely clinging on to his body. He has a blindfold on, completely robbing him of his sight.

The sound of Kate’s footsteps catches his attention, “Hello, is someone there?” He asks.

You look at Kate who’s consumed by the sickening state in front of her, she’s never been on a mission like this- Clint wanted to shield her for a bit longer whilst she gets used to the duties of being an Avenger.

You stand in front of her to move her gaze away from the presumed hostage, “Kate, look at me, call it in, let Clint and the rest know what’s going on okay. I’ll go release him and see what I can find out.”

She gives you a silent nod, showing a vacant expression.

You move away to go towards the male, tucking your gun away in the process.

“Hey, you’re safe, I’m y/n, I’m an Avenger. We’re here to rescue you.” You say calmly as you assess his condition.

He releases heavy breaths, assumed to be from the anxiety of the predicament he’s in and the pain of the injuries sustained at the hands of what can only be Hydra.

“I’m going to remove the blindfold now okay, and then help you out of the chair.” You wait for a response before moving.

He gives you a slight nod, allowing you to reach forward and remove the black material.

He squints at the light, you can only dread to think how long he’s been down here, subjected to unimaginable torture.

When his eyes have adjusted to the light, he looks towards you; his eyes are bloodshot and bruised.

You move around to undo the chains trapping him to the chair, luckily they’re only tied into a knot, meaning you don’t need to cut through the metal.

Once he’s released he slumps forward, causing you to rush in front of him to stop him from falling on to the floor.

“Hey, hey, you’re okay, I’ve got you.” You attempt to push him back onto the chair, causing him to grunt in pain.

You can’t even begin to imagine how many injuries he has.

“Why are you here?” You ask him.

“Hydra… they took me hostage, beat the crap out of me for weeks until I’d give them answers on what I knew-“ He coughs furiously, fresh blood covering his sleeve.

You’re about to ask him to clarify what he means by ‘answers’ when Kate calls your name.

“Y/n, Clint wants to talk to you, it’s urgent.” She taps at her earpiece.

“Okay, Kate, can you come over here and help him out?” You say as you walk over to the corner of the room.

She nods as she takes your place by his side.

You tap on your earpiece, opening up the channel straight to the Compound, “Yes?”

“Y/n, what the hell are you thinking? Why did you let Kate-“

You stop Clint in his tracks, not having the blame put on you, “With all due respect Clint, I didn’t know this is what was going to happen. I can’t wrap her in cotton wool, one day she was bound to be exposed to this. If she wants to be an Avenger she’ll have to get used to things like this. It’s our job Clint.” You argue back.

Clint sighs, “Not everyone was raised in the Red Room like you and Natasha, some of us can’t just process things that are horrific like this and get on with our day.”

Your jaw clenches in annoyance, who is he to assume how you deal and process situations?

“Careful Barton, that sounds like a dig towards me and Romanoff. I’m sure when I see the past victims of my time in the Red Room every night in my dreams, I’m paying the price. I don’t need someone like you downplaying how I deal with trauma. Send a team to our location.”

Before he can even answer you cut off the line. You take in a few deep breaths, trying to calm yourself.

Your attention is caught when you hear a thud behind you.

You turn around to see Kate on the floor, with the hostage stood above her, having disarmed her.

She bangs her head on the floor before he delivers a harsh kick to her side, causing her to let out a cry of pain.

You reach for your gun, snapping it forward to the direction of the hostage.

He’s about to kick her again when he notices your gun, stopping his actions.

“Aww, sorry I didn’t realise you’d finished up on your call. I was just getting to know your friend here. She’s very sweet, very breakable though I imagine.” He puts on a wicked smile as he raises his foot up above Kate.

You tighten your grip on your gun, “If you dare kick her again, you’ll be wishing for Hydra to come back and finish the job because after I’m done with you you’ll be begging for death.”

He laughs at your threat, sending a wave of anger through you, “Oh, I forgot, the Avengers are supposed to show mercy, give people the chance to right their wrongs.” He takes a seat back in his chair, leaning his arms loosely on his knees.

Kate remains on the ground, not recovering well from the fall.

You harden your glare to the man above her, silently warning him to not hurt her again.

“Not all of us show mercy, you’ll find that out the hard way if you don’t do as I say.” You say in a low tone.

“What’s that? Give up? Surrender? It’s so cute, wait no, pathetic that you think you have control in this situation. Sweetheart, as soon as you opened that door you set off a silent alarm, Hydra will be swarming this building any second. We knew eventually that we’d spark the interest of the Avengers, and now we have two of our own to do with as we please. You might want to lower that gun before you hurt yourself with it.” He continues with his patronising state, causing your blood to boil.

“All this effort for two Avengers, seems like a waste doesn’t it?” You retort.

He shakes his head in amusement, “Oh no, we don’t really need her, she can be collateral, it was you we were after. The infamous y/n y/l/n, one of the best Widows to come out of the Red Room. We need someone with your ruthlessness on our side again. Who knew it would only take a fake hostage situation to lure you here. Though I’ve got say, you aren’t living up to your hardcore reputation.”

He lifts up his trouser leg to reveal a concealed knife, he quickly grabs it and places it on Kate’s stomach.

Your finger instantly covers the trigger, ready to fire, “This is not a game you want to play with me, drop the knife, or I will shoot you.”

He presses the knife down slightly to antagonise you, “It that a threat?”

“More like a promise, if you hurt her, I will kill you without hesitation. I’m giving you one more chance to surrender.”

He’s about to retaliate when you hear the sounds of voices upstairs.

“Kate?! Y/N!? Where are you?” You hear Yelena shout, causing you to smirk, knowing the Avengers have wiped out any Hydra agents who dared come near.

The Hydra agent in front of you tightens his fist, narrowing his eyes to display his anger at the destruction of his plan.

He lifts the knife away from Kate, causing you to draw your gun away.

He uses that as an opportunity to quickly slash Kate’s stomach; making her scream out in agony.

Not a second passes as you shoot him directly in the head, the force of the bullet causing him to slump back into the chair.

You rush to Kate’s side, putting pressure on her wound to stop the bleeding, “No, no, no, no Kate I’m so sorry. Please forgive me, please I need you to stay okay, I need you Kate, I need you so much, please.”

You scream for Yelena or any Avenger to find you, your lungs burning from the strain.

You look down and see Kate’s suit staining in red. Her eyes drifting to a close. You sob uncontrollably, doing everything you can to save her life.

Yelena staggers down the stairs, noticing your state-she assumes the worst. She rushes to your side and brings you into a hug. You cry desperately into her, wishing you could take Kate’s place in an instant. Your body is in shockwaves of hurt, feeling like part of you has died in the place of Kate.

The person you love most in this world is gone, and you didn’t even get the chance to tell her.

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You stare out the window glaring at the trees. Adamant to take your mind off the events that occurred over the last day. You feel nothing but torment. You need Kate.

The muscles around your eyes are in agony, from the constant tears, they can’t take anymore stress.

You’ve been crying non stop since you got back, guilt surging your system. It took Natasha and Yelena two hours to calm you down. The events of the Red Room clouding your mind, the loss of Kate, it was too much. Eventually, Bruce was called to sedate you; the only thing strong enough to help you.

The sound of covers moving on the bed beside you catches your attention, halting your thought process.

“Kate?” You ask gently, in order to not startle her.

She slowly opens her eyes, groaning in pain. Wow, how you’ve been so desperate to see those gorgeous eyes again.

“Miss Bishop, how are you doing?”

She looks at you confused, “I prefer my full name than ‘Miss Bishop’, it makes me sound old, gross.” She attempts to push herself up, wincing in pain.

You rush to her side from your chair, “Easy Kate, you’ll over do it.” You say as you help her adjust.

She smiles at your actions; you go to sit back down but she grabs your hand to keep you close.

“I was close to the edge wasn’t I?” She asks.

You nod your head, tears building up,“You died Kate, your heart stopped. I held you in my arms and, and y-you were gone.” You burst into tears, Kate pulls you towards her, bringing you into a hug.

“Come here, y/n. I’m here, I’m safe. You haven’t lost me okay.” She guides you to lay next to her, as she wraps an arm around you.

You sniffle, trying to control your tears, “Kate, we could have lost you forever because of me. I’m the reason you’re in here, if I’d have just-“.

Kate places a kiss on your head, “Y/n, stop. Yeah, you are the reason I am here- alive. You saved me, all I remember before passing out were your hands on my stomach, telling me it was going to be okay. You kept me fighting. You did everything you could to save not just me, but so many people. By shooting that guy, you have saved so many lives y/n, I couldn’t be more proud of you.”

You bow your head at her words, processing your relief in her answers.

“Plus I knew you always loved me, no one is that protective over someone they don’t like.” Kate attempts to joke.

At your silence she furrowed her eyebrows, “Wait, you didn’t deny it, you always deny it when I say you love me.”

“Why would I deny the truth? I do love you Kate, with all my heart.”

Tears stream down Kate’s face, you wipe them away gently.

“I thought you just liked me as a super awesome friend, who is much cooler than Yelena.” You laugh at her words.

“I’ve always loved you, you idiot. I just didn’t have the courage to say it.”

Kate smiles uncontrollably, she leans in for a kiss to which you meet her halfway to reciprocate.

It took the fear of losing the love of your life, to give you the courage to actually tell her how you feel.

You finally have everything you could ever want- Kate Bishop is your world and you’ll do anything to protect her.

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And they were… in trouble

A/n: To get the full experience of this chapter it’s probably best to read part 3 before reading this 😊

Part 3: And they were…lovers. Wait really??

Part 2: And they were…strangers

Part 1: And they were…roommates

Summary: the arguments continue, will they ever solve them? Probably not because they can’t communicate even with Lokis dream

Words: 2K +

Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI angst and sadness, no real reconciliation in this chapter, blood mentions

When Wanda left the house she saw you standing outside the car looking at the ground

“I don’t want to go home yet” Wanda said refusing to get into the car “please Wanda I don’t want to argue let’s just get you home” you got into the car waiting for Wanda but when she just stood there with her arms crossed you rolled your eyes and got back out of the car

“Why are you doing this?”

“You still want me” she said and you rolled your eyes “of course I still want you I mean look at you, even with no sleep, probably a little hungover and the same outfit on as yesterday, I would push you against the wall and bury my head between your thighs and devour you until you tried pushing me away

Wanda gasped “do it then, right now up against the wall between these houses” you approached her holding her waist tight and went to kiss her but pulled away at the last minute “no, now get in the fucking car Wanda, you need to sleep for your classes tomorrow”

Wanda was the one to push you away now “forget it, I’m not getting into the car with you if you’re going to act like this!”

She walked off into the direction she thought was correct, she actually didn’t care she just wanted to leave and you didn’t chase after her, you let your eyes close thinking about everything, fuck-

Loki pushed you to the ground suddenly and you jumped back up throwing him a small dagger hitting him in the neck “what’s your fucking problem?!”

The man discarded the dagger crushing it and throwing it to the ground “I know you saw my dream for you, you saw the exact same thing as Wanda and when she woke up she was thankful, you’re just being an asshole about it!”

“Maybe I don’t appreciate you interrupting my sleep for a stupid teenage fantasy”

Loki scoffed “you loved the dream, I saw you smiling and giggling through certain parts, why are you being so stubborn?”

You eyes darkened to their red colour and you glared at the man “maybe I’ve just realised that being here on earth living with a human in a shitty apartment isn’t what I wanted to do in my death”

Loki laughed pushing you to the ground again “don’t make me laugh, that sappy talk you had with Wanda last night ‘oh I’ve loved you ever since I saw you and when I told you I was a demon and you didn’t run away’ makes me sick, get a fucking grip Y/n either date her and be a happy little demon housewife or finally leave her alone for good”

You were pissed off, who was he to tell you how to live your death and how to be with Wanda, she wasn’t any of his business “go fuck yourself! And don’t you dare mention Wanda again!” You stood up and stormed off into the forest away from Loki

“You need to make up your damn mind!” He shouted to you not that you were paying attention

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You were deep enough in the forest now knowing no one would be around or if they were they wouldn’t be for long. Letting yourself kneel to the ground and close your eyes you felt it, the snapping of your spine and feeling the wings emerge from your back, blood running down your back, the feeling of your wings stretching and finally being free after so long

You stood up enjoying the feeling of your wings being free and you let out a happy sigh “oh I’ve missed this” your head throbbed and tore open revealing your spiralling horns

“I’ve missed being a real demon” your mind fogged and you felt all the pain and sadness disappear from your body and you’d never felt more alive, you needed to find someone, you needed to find Valkyrie and have the fun that you deserve.

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“Y/n?” Lucifer eyed you nervously as you entered the club in your demon form, knowing it hadn’t happened in a while “are you feeling some big feelings? Do we need to have a grown up talk and work out some anger?”

You laughed pushing through the devil and going to the other woman at the bar “hi Val”

“Y/n, you’re looking good” she pulled you into her lap “where’s Carol?” You didn’t really care but you thought it would be pleasant to ask “she’s in hell for a few months so I’m all lonely up here, just waiting for a winged demon with a dark desire in her eyes to take care of me”

You laughed “well here I am, come on I want to go hunting before I devour you, nice and blooded for me” your mouths met in a hot kiss and you groaned finally being kissed properly by a demon and not those plain humans you’ve been kissing but your good time was soon interrupted

“As erotic and as sexual as this is what the fuck is going on?”

You turned your head towards the king of hell “I missed being a demon, now are you coming hunting or are you just being a boring bastard?”

He fake gasped “how dare you of course I want to come hunting, nice to have my favourite demon back”

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Wanda had managed to make it home but she didn’t want to go into the house, Natasha had left a note on the door telling her that she’d cleaned up as best she could and ordered her some hangover pizza.

So she lay on the grass outside the house looking up at the sky letting out a really heavy sigh, filled with so much emotion “maybe I should leave her alone, I’ll give her space”

You were interrupted by a rustling in the trees, a figure appearing, was it an animal? Wanda tried making it out and when she did her eyes widened

“What the-Y/n?!”

Wanda jumped back away from you and looked over your monstrous form, the horns, the wings and the blood dripping like rain droplets from your body, she’d never seen you like this

“Oh what a lovely lady you are, Y/n was right you look delicious” Wanda didn’t have time to react before the woman pinned her back down onto her back and looked at you.

“Go on Y/n I’ve got her pinned down she’s not going anywhere, take a drink like you’ve always wanted” Valkyrie had Wanda’s hands held together and even though Wanda was kicking with her legs all you had to do was straddle her to keep her still, so you did, leaning all your weight on her and smiling as some blood dripped onto her body

“Y-Y/n p-please, please don’t hurt me” she tried searching your eyes for any hesitation or remorse but there was nothing, just an empty sea of darkness

“You’ve hurt me so why shouldn’t I hurt you?” The deep gravely voice scared Wanda, yes you were a demon and yes she’d seen you angry but this was a whole new approach that scared her

“I’m sorry for hurting you Y/n please I do want to be with you! Please let’s just figure things out-

“Stop!” Your had enough, you’d had enough of everything she was saying and doing and you were going to take what you deserved

Leaning down to her face your hand gripped her chin pushing her face to side exposing her gorgeous neck, running your fangs over her pulse point made you vibrate, it was so exciting, so you sunk your fangs into her neck her blood filling your mouth and senses and fuck was it wonderful! She was delicious, she’d stopped thrashing and Valkyrie had let go of her hands coming next to you kissing your neck

“vos vultus calidum amica”

When you finally released the grip you had on Wanda you lifted your head and saw Wanda’s face, her pale weak face, oh god what had you done, the fog covering your mind clearing at the worse possible moment

You glared down at what you’d just done, you’d bitten Wanda, you’d taken her blood and now you were watching her slip into unconsciousness, no no! This wasn’t meant to happen you’d never hurt Wanda, even with everything that had happened you didn’t want to hurt her! Or did you? You were just angry and confused on what was going on you weren’t thinking straight

Quickly jumping off of her body and snatching her hands away from Val you picked her up and cradled her in your arms “Wanda Wanda please forgive I didn’t mean to hurt you I never wanted to hurt you like this I’m sorry I’m so so sorry, wake up please wake up”

The demon had never seen you so vulnerable before, in tears over a human, sure she’d heard the stories of you essentially becoming “soft” for the human but never like this “Y/n? Maybe we should take her to the hospital?”

You shook your head gently as if not to wake Wanda “and say What? Here’s a girl and she was bitten by a demon? Oh no its okay no need to file a report I’m the one that did it here have my teeth pictures, no I need to get her to the club, Dr banner will come and fix her”

“He’s not a human doctor-

“Doesn’t matter! I say he’ll fix her so he will!” You held Wanda close as Valkyrie held you both transporting back to the club

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“I I don’t know what you want me to do Y/n I can’t fix an human, you’ve bitten her so she’ll probably wake up on her own-

“Leave” you whispered, Bruce, Valkyrie and Lucifer didn’t move

“Leave!” You shouted and the trio quickly left the room, you looked back at Wanda and noticed her shivering “oh my love I’m so sorry, I’m sorry for everything I’m an idiot I saw the dream that Loki made too and I loved it, I loved the build a bear thing that happened and the stupid little name buddy we gave him I-I can’t think of anything to say to help, just please wake up”

Obviously she didn’t wake up but you stayed with her, you refused to leave her side, it was only a couple of hours later when you woke up to some shuffling proving that she woke up “Wanda!”

You smiled but that smile quickly disappeared seeing Wanda’s scared face “Wanda? It’s me you’re safe”

“You bit me, you forcefully sucked my blood” her speech was slow and uneven but her words still hurt you “I-I’m sorry Wanda I was just so angry and confused my demon form took over and I couldn’t stop it” you tried coming closer to Wanda but she stood up from the bed still disoriented but she refused to let you see that

“I saw the dream too Wanda I saw everything-

“Stop. I heard you while I was unconscious, it doesn’t matter, I’m done, I can’t keep dealing with you, I can’t keep trying to be with you when you’re being so stubborn and unreasonable- just I’m going to my parents for a few weeks, they may not approve of most of my decisions but at least they don’t try and fucking kill me”

She left the room and you didn’t try and follow her knowing full well she wouldn’t want you too

Yep you’d definitely fucked all that up, maybe some time would help Wanda

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“Wanda you don’t look so good” Natasha had picked Wanda up and per her request was driving her to the train station to go to her parents

Wanda shrugged “I’ve not slept and feeling down, of course I don’t look good

Nat didn’t respond to her angry quip and instead drove in silence finally reaching the station and getting out of the car waiting for Wanda

“Sorry Nat I’m just really stressed0

Nat shrugged “it’s okay you’ve had a bit of a rough time”

Wanda agreed “yeah it’s been terrible, but I hope it’ll get better”

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“Y/n you look terrible” lucifer casually mention as you flopped down onto his couch “yeah well it’s been a fucking rough week alright? So fuck off”

Your head suddenly started to throb and forced you to sit up and grip your head you heard screaming in your head, was it Wanda? Wanda was shouting for you?

“She’s shouting because you bit her and she’s strayed far from you, she’s bound to you forever now, really fucked up there didn’t you?” Lucifer laughed and you groaned

“She’s in so much pain, I’ve never felt pain like it, even my death wasn’t this bad”

“Go after her then, trust me if you leave it the pain will get worse”

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“Wanda!” Natasha rushed to her side as she threw up on the ground in front of her “Wanda are you okay?!”

The woman shook her head “I need Y/n”

“What?”

“I need Y/n! Fuck it’s hurts so much” her throat was on fire, she didn’t know why she wanted you but in her mind only you could fix her problems, only you could save her, at least that’s what her brain was telling her

Nat looked around in the nearly empty space and spotted a few people trying to hide from helping but then her eyes landed on you, you were here?? How? Did you know she was in pain?

“Nat give me Wanda” the girl shook her head “she said she didn’t want you”

You looked at Wanda who when she finally looked up at you nearly kept out of Nat’s arms “Y/n! Please I need you I don’t know what’s going on but I need to be with you”

“Nat please I don’t want to make a scene, give me Wanda before she collapses okay?”

Nat nodded and handed Wanda to you who wrapped herself around you like a spider monkey finally stopping crying and began falling asleep

“Nat go home, I promise to take care of her, drive safe”

You didn’t wait for an answer and just left with Wanda kissing her forehead “I’m so sorry again Wanda and I’m really sorry for what’s going to happen when you wake up”

#marvel #wanda maximoff #mcu #wanda maximov #wanda maximoff x reader #natasha romanoff #marvel au #marvel imagine #and they were… #demon!y/n x wanda maximoff #demon!Y/n #marvel fic #marvel fanfic #marvel fanfiction #Valkyrie mention #Valkyrie

[nocek]

It only took about 1,5 month but colors are done!

But in my defense in that 1,5 month I managed to change jobs which was stressful af and then catch a nasty cold on my second day at new job which was annoying af with it's perfect timing :D

anyway here is clear lineart version and here is previous picture in the series (of two pictures lol) with the sketch for this one

#winterwidow #buckynat #bucky barnes #natasha romanoff #winter soldier #black widow #liho the cat #alpine the cat #as I've previously mentioned #i struggle with colors a lot so go figure why it took me so long #i mean there was a lot of procrastination too :D #but I wanted bisexual lightning and maybe I haven't succeded #but i've succeeded a bit and that's enough

[trikruismybitch]

*Kate and Y/n arguing about y/n not wanting to ask somebody out bc wanda*

Wanda (annoyed/ frustrated) : Oh my god, how many times do i have to say it? I dont care who you date, we broke up! *she waves her arm around* Ask out any girl you want.

Kate: See! I said you should have asked out Natasha!

Wanda *red eyes*: NATASHA?!

Y/n *placatingly*: Wanda....

Wanda: I KNEW IT!

Wanda: I KNEW! two years ago when you went on that stupid mission with her!

*Kate slowly backing away & removing herself*

Wandai: and Natasha was always like "Oh Y/n why don't you come and train with me"

Wanda: "Oh y/n i bought some coffee"

Y/n: Natasha brings everyone coffee!

#wanda maximoff x reader #incorrect quotes #platonic kate bishop x reader #mentions natasha romanoff x reader #wanda maximoff x ex!reader

[angelyuji]

flirting and kissing

natasha romanoff x gn!reader

“that’s why i don’t shop there anymore. they don’t have anything cute anyway, to be honest, but everything was so cheap.” natasha stares at your lips as you pout, reminiscing about some story. she was trying to focus on what you’re saying, but something about you was distracting her. “nat?” maybe it was the way your forehead creased and your eyebrows furrowed. it reminded of her of a small puppy. “hello??” maybe it was the way your eyes sparkled about whatever you talk about. so pretty and big. she wanted to stare into your eyes forever. “natasta?” she blinks and realizes how far her mind was. you sit, cross-legged, across from her on the couch, turned to face her.

“sorry, i-”

you giggle, “don’t worry about it, i’ve been talking too much anyway. i was probably boring you.”

“no! no, you could never bore me!” she grabs your hand and squeezes. you stare at her, startled. her eyes widen and, quickly, she lets go of you. “keep talking, i like your stories.” she turns away, she feels a blush run up her face.

“o-oh okay, anyway-” you start talking once more, but natasha couldn’t focus. embarrassed, she couldn’t find it in herself to look at you. “natasha.” you call out to her, your voice stern. she looks at you, resigned. “what’s up with you?” you ask, concerned.

something in her melts at the softness in your voice, “i used to be really good at this.” she gestured between her and you. you tilt your head, all puppy-like, in confusion. you start to ask what she means when she continues, “god, i really really like you. and i don’t know how to make it stop cause you deserve someone better, someone less… damaged.” her voice breaks, and she feels hot tears start to stream down her face. it takes her back to bruce and steve and every person that she’s ever tried to love. “i’ve always been too damaged, too broken, too scarred, too-” the sob stuck in her throat breaks her sentence. natasha looks away, not wanting you to see her like this.

“nat…” she feels your palm on her cheek, cradling her face. she leans into it and you gently turn her head towards you. both your hands cradle her face as you both sit an inch apart. tears continue to fall and her eyes trail to your lips. you lean in and your lips press. she pulls you in by the waist. she kisses you like you’ll disappear if she stops. you kiss back with the same urgency. her hands tight around your waist and you sit on her lap. your hands pulling her face against yours. you pull away and natasha chases after you. with a small smile, you rest your forehead against hers. she sighs.

“you are not unlovable. you are a warrior, a hero. you deserve the world and the sun and the moon. and, dare i say it, the whole universe.” you take your hands off her and gesture wildly. natasha smiles and you start to wipe her tears. she leans into your touch. “i like you too, you know. i really, really, really like you.” she pulls you closer, your head falls onto her shoulder. she leans her cheek on your head.

she lets out a wet chuckle, “i swear, i used to be really good at flirting.”

#natasha romanov x reader #PLEASE REBLOG WITJ LOVELY COMMENTS IT MAKES MY DAY!!!!! #natasha romanov #x reader #avengers x gender neutral reader #gender neutral reader #fluff #slight angst #i was gonna turn this into a jason todd fic at the last minute but decided we need more nat fics #marvel #mcu #black widow #black widow x reader #natasha romanoff #natasha romanoff x reader #mentions of bruce banner #mentions of steve roger #scarlett johansson #avengers fluff #the avengers #i got this idea from stardew valley #honestly this felt very ooc but its cute so ill post it #i couldnt hear nats voice in this at all i hate #pls like and reblog

[wrotethisat12]

Cleaning up

pairing: Natasha Romanoff x fem reader

Tw: sh, blood, guilt. Nothing is mentioned graphically except the blood (slightly).

Please to not read this if it might make you relapse! My dms are open if you need to talk <3

AoU Natasha >>>>>

(except the Bruce thing)

“y/n!” Natasha yelled as she rushed to the bathtub. “Baby. Baby, how deep.” Her voice was laced with worry and slight panic. She put her hands on either one of your cheeks, and you could feel them shaking.

“n-not very deep,” you said, and she sighed with relief. Her eyes were flushed with worry and looking at you to confirm your point. You took a towel and started wiping the blood off, but she stopped you and started running the bath water. She changed the temperature from hot to medium-cold, as she knew that was the one that sting your cuts the least. You watched her, admiring her short red hair although it was not what you should be doing at this moment and it was slightly weird, and she rolled her eyes at you playfully when she realized.

Despite the joking that had lightened the mood, her lips were tightly pressed together and her hands still shaking. You wanted to reach out and comfort her, but were afraid of freaking her out as your own hands were covered in your blood.

She turned the tap water off and poured some soap into her hand- you had used it before, it didn’t sting- and started gently rubbing it across your thighs until all of the blood was gone. Then, she washed over everywhere else the blood had gotten, a bit less gently.

When you got out of the tub, you wrapped yourself in a dark- colored towel and sat down on the edge of the tub when you were dry. Per your routine, Natasha bandaged up your legs and put disinfectants on the cuts.

Then the tears started flowing. “I-I’m so sorry, I know I promised, a-and I was almost to fourty days, I-” Natasha hugged you.

“shh, baby, it’s gonna be okay, we can make it back to thirty-six, okay? I know that you’re strong and I know that you can do this, and you can come to me next time you feel like this. Okay?”

You nodded and buried your head in her shirt. She carried you to bed, and the two of you fell asleep, ready to make 36 days again.

#Might to a p2 where r is getting urges #Tw sh in tags #natasha romanoff x reader #natasha romanoff x you #natasha romanoff imagine #natasha romanoff angst #shblrr #sh tw #tw sh related #tw sh implied #Tw sh #sh #tw: sh #tw: sh mention #tw: sh implied #s3lf harm #s3lf harn #s3lfharmm #self h@rm #slef harn #tw s3lf harm #marvel sh #Natasha Romanoff sh #Natasha Romanoff sh fic #Natasha Romanoff sh comfort fic #Marvel sh fic #Sh comfort fic #Sh fic

[wandaspetal]

Breaking Point

���𝐢𝐭𝐥𝐞: Breaking Point

𝐅𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐦: Marvel/MCU

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫(𝐬)/𝐒𝐡𝐢𝐩(𝐬): Wanda Maximoff x Reader

𝐓𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐞: N/A

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 850

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: Yelling, arguing, break up, toxic Wanda, toxic-ish Reader, Angst

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: You are done ripping yourself apart to keep you and Wanda together.

𝐀𝐍: Random angst while I finish editing all these multi-chapter fics I wanna post. I am an unfortunate perfectionist. I may continue this in the future or I may never touch it again. Let me know what y’all think <3

“I have no reason to sit here and believe that you want nothing to do with me!” Wanda exclaimed, her hands and arms extended at her sides. “You expect me to think you don’t care for me? That you-” She scoffs. “What? That you don’t love me?!”

You gave no response and simply gripped the strap of your duffle bag so tight that your knuckles lightened. She chuckled but it was void of humor. You shifted your weight from one leg to the other and spoke after her outburst.

The living room of your once organized and aesthetically pleasing home was a mess. Couch cushions thrown around, the coffee table knocked over, a broken vase and the wilting flowers that once sat in them laid; abandoned on the ground to die. Just like your relationship.

“I don’t want to leave you—Then don’t— but I don’t want to burn myself to the ground to keep you warm.” You scowled. “It took me packing my shit for you to partially own up to the way you’ve been neglecting me these last few months.”

Screaming and throwing things didn’t work and clearly weren’t the solution; bargaining is all she has left. “Okay, but baby don’t go…I love you; you know that.” She took small steps towards you as if she were approaching a wounded animal on the side of the road. “We can work things out and come back stronger than before.”

Your eyes didn’t bother to push any tears to the surface the same way Wanda’s did. That’s when you knew it was time for you to leave, when you became numb to it all. Numb towards her jokes. Numb towards you being dragged around like a prize rather than a person. Numb to her canceling dates last minute only to see her posting her outings with her friends on social media the same day. Numb to her flirting with people when you were a few feet away. Numb to her love. All of it. You stopped caring and knew that would inevitably lead to you hurting each other. And that was the only thing you were certain you wanted to avoid. Dragging things along, longer than they needed to be.

You sighed then shook your head. “I don’t want to work on it anymore. I don’t want to work on anything, I’m tired of being everything to you when it’s convenient and me seeing you as everything and treating you as everything no matter how many times you’ve hurt me. And regardless of the number of times you’ve let me down—it’s like you’re going down a list and saying hmm ‘what else can I do that will cause them trust issues but ultimately won’t make me single again.’ Like you purposefully have been going out of your way to test my boundaries and push me to the point of complacency and you expect me to sit here and take it and believe you’ll change again? If I was enough for you, I wouldn’t need to be so docile for you to be with me and if you are enough for me, I wouldn’t be reaching my breaking point in such an exhausting manner. You’re not just disrespecting me but the love I have for you is making me disrespect myself. I love you Wanda Maximoff…but you don’t love me and I’m not waiting around for you to start when I love me more than I’ll ever love you.”

Wanda opened her mouth to speak but no words came out. She sobbed and covered her face with her hands as she finally accepted that she lost you. She ruined the one consistent person relationship she had in her life.

Your shoulders sagged as you turned away and walked out the door. Your mind and your heart battling as you begged yourself not to run and comfort her. It would be so easy to turn around and apologize and say that the two of you could work it out. The easy way is not always the right way. Natasha stood outside; leaning on the moving truck with a lit cigarette in her hand. She brought it up to her mouth a final time, inhaled then threw it on the ground and pressed her boot on it. She knows you don’t like cigarettes and didn’t want to make your mood worse from the smell.

“Sorry, I’ll leave the windows down for a bit.” She opened the passenger door then ran around to the drivers side and hopped in.

The truck roared to life, the two of you sat in silence as Natasha pulled out of the complex you and Wanda’s condo was in. Natasha spoke once she was a few miles away.

Without looking at you she asked, “Wanna talk about it?”

Your tears came rushing to the surface all at once. You released a shaky sigh, intertwined your arms and leaned your head on her shoulder. “Nope.” Your giggle was watery and filled with pain.

Natasha leaned down and kissed the top of your head then leaned her head on your own. “Okay.”

#wanda maximoff x reader #angst fic #toxic wanda maximoff #reader isn't toxic imo just standing up for themselves #natasha romanoff #Natasha is a good friend #wanda maximoff #I could continue this but I do feel the ending is good enough to leave it up without worrying about whether I'll ever update it again #idt I mentioned any pronouns #y'all seem to love my drabbles so I hope y'all enjoyed this one #marvel #wanda x reader #wanda x y/n #<333 #first stand alone wanda fic I've posted and its angst wow... #I hope everyone is doing well :)

[anotherfuckingmarvelfanaccount]

Uh, Guys?

My Masterlist

Pairing(s): Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader, Natasha Romanoff x Fem!Reader, Bucky Barnes x Natasha Romanoff, Bucky Barnes x Natasha Romanoff x Fem!Reader

Warnings: There Was Only One Bed, no smut (i know, rare for me these days), idiots in love. bi!reader, bc both bucky and natasha are hot and i’m so fucking gay. implied bi!natasha bc she also likes bucky. mentions of guns, shooting, blood, and medical supplies. nervous!reader. best friends to lovers x2. it’s just pretty fluffy

Word Count: 2417

Summary: You get put on a mission with both the infamous Winter Soldier and Black Widow to take down a Hydra base. You get shot and the extraction plan goes haywire but Tony knows a safe house. The only issue? There’s only one bed and you have a massive crush on both assassins.

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“Okay, HYDRA missions are officially the worst.” You said into your comms, running through the halls, away from gunfire, towards the computer terminal. You threw the door closed behind you and quickly looked around for any agents or doors that could be used to attack you. Seeing that you were leaning against the only door, you grabbed a chair and shoved it under the doorknob.

“Are you okay, Y/N?” Natasha asked through the comms.

You nodded before remembering she couldn’t see you. “Ah, yea-um, maybe.” You said, plugging the USB in. “I’m in the room with the computer, but I’m pretty sure I got shot.”

“I’m on my way to you, Y/N.” Bucky said, jogging towards where he knew the terminal was.

“Don’t bother, I shoved a chair under the door so nobody can get in and I’m not moving it just for you to carry me out of here. I’m fine, I’m still standing, and- oh, okay, I’m bleeding more than I thought, but I’m fine.” You replied, downloading all of the files on the computer for Tony and FRIDAY to sort through later.

Bucky sighed audibly through the door, “Really, N/N? Let me in please, just so you don’t accidentally bleed out alone?” 

You checked the files to make sure they were downloading properly and moved the chair enough so you could open the door to make sure Bucky wasn’t being impersonated by a HYDRA agent. “What’s the password?” You asked, knowing that everyone on the team had a secret password with the other in case of something like this.

Bucky chuckled, rolling his eyes and leaning in the doorway slightly. “Monopoly.” You sighed dramatically and moved the chair out of the way, letting Bucky in. “You didn’t believe it was truly me?” He asked, dramatically offended.

“Buck, with the way technology is these days, they could probably clone you. Hell, the clone could know the code word and you’re not actually here with me, it’s an agent that’s gonna kill me.” You sat back down, continuously downloading their files and deleting them off the computer once you had them.

“Well, doll, you know that’s not it.” He said, leaning in the doorway to be able to watch you and the hallway.

You chuckled, watching the last of the files download. “Yeah, I know, but it could be.”

Bucky watched drops of blood continuously drip onto the floor. “Are you sure you’re okay? You look like you’re bleeding a lot.”

“I’m fine, Buck. This is not the first time I’ve been shot. It’s not important.” You said, pulling the USB out and turning to him.

“Where is it?” He asked, raising an eyebrow.

“My bicep is going to be fine.” You replied calmly, walking out of the room and jogging back towards where the three of you landed after parachuting out of the quinjet.

“Did you just try to convince me that your arm wasn’t important?!” Bucky shouted after you, jogging to catch up, the both of you running out of the building and to Natasha.

She raised an eyebrow at you and Bucky, motioning around to the empty clearing. “First of all, your arm is extremely important. Secondly, apparently, they booked more missions than extractions, so we have no way of getting home for the immediate future. Third, Tony has a safe house about 3 miles northeast of here, and he sent me the coordinates. Apparently we’re stuck together until at least morning.”

Bucky nodded at Natasha’s words and started walking northeast, you and Natasha following behind. You quickly fell into a rhythm of just following their footsteps as you got lost in your own head. It wasn’t that you were scared of Natasha or Bucky, not at all. You and Nat had been best friends for years, and Bucky was one of the only other people you would go to when you were feeling out of it. Your current issue was that you had feelings for them both, which had ruined your last relationship, since your ex-girlfriend figured out that she was not your priority. Cradling your arm to your chest, Natasha and Bucky finally realized you weren’t contributing to the conversation and turned to look at you.

“N/N?” Bucky asked softly, snapping you out of your trance. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah.” You said, sighing. “This just hurts a little more than I thought. How much further do you think it is?”

Nat smiled, laughing at you a little. “Darling, it’s been 10 minutes. We have a while to go.”

“It’s not still bleeding, is it?” Bucky asked again.

“No, the bullet lodged in my shoulder, so it’s not bleeding. Let’s just go, please? I’d really like to sit down.” You replied, walking past them in the direction you had all started in.

Natasha and Bucky gave each other a look before Bucky jogged over to you, picked you up bridal style, and kept jogging. Nat was jogging after the two of you, figuring that Bucky would want to get you to the safe house, stitched up and bulletless as soon as possible before your injury got any worse.

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Twenty minutes of light jogging and your complaining that you could walk perfectly fine and Bucky didn’t need to carry you anywhere passed the time quickly, and before you knew it, the three of you were standing on the porch of the safe house. Natasha opened the door and allowed Bucky to take you inside. 

“Uh, guys? I may be hallucinating from blood loss, but there’s only one bed.” You said, tapping Bucky on the shoulder.

Natasha and Bucky shared a look, Bucky setting you down on the bed. “Tony did this on purpose.” She said, sitting next to you. “You know we’re gonna have to take your tac suit off to dress the wound, right?” 

“Yeah, I know.” You said, wincing. 

“Are you okay?” Bucky asked, cradling your arm as he slid it out of your sleeve.

“I’m just in a bit of pain, and I’m not wearing a shirt underneath this.” Bucky’s eyes widened. “It’s comfier without the shirt and the fabric crinkles weirdly, but I’m wearing a bra.” You reassured him. “You aren’t gonna see everything, Buck.”

“I’ll still feel better if Nat does it.” He said, shifting his weight between his feet.

Nat glanced between the two of you. “I can’t do that. I can’t stitch wounds, Buck. It has to be you, especially because that’s Y/N’s dominant arm.”

“Yeah, I can’t pull the bullet out and stitch my own wound shut this time, unfortunately.” You said, shrugging with your unwounded arm. “But if it would make you feel better, Nat can help me out of my suit. I’m wearing a pair of shorts and I’m sure that there’s an extra shirt around here somewhere that I can wear.”

“I can absolutely help you out of your suit, honey.” Nat said, reaching for the zipper.

Bucky averted his eyes, blushing, as Nat helped you out of the mission-necessary tactical suit. “I’m gonna go find the medical kit I know Tony must have in here, shout when you’re ready for me.” 

“Okay, Buck. Sure.” You said softly, wincing as your shot arm came out of the sleeve.

“Don’t mind his nervousness.” Nat said, moving towards the other shoulder. “He hasn’t really been with anyone since waking up from HYDRA and getting the trigger words taken out of his head. And I know he likes you, so that doesn’t probably make things better.”

Your eyes widened. “Bucky likes me?”

Natasha nodded quickly, “He’s not the only one. Do you have feelings for anyone?”

“I- um, yes? I just don’t want to say anything.” You said, averting your eyes from where Natasha was sliding your tac suit down your body.

“Why’s that?” She asked.

“I have feelings for more than one person. And I’m friends with them both and they’re friends.” You blurted out, feeling her hands skim over the band of your bra.

She nodded in response, slipping a finger in the band. “This is cute. Where’d you get it?”

“Ardene, you’d like it. I get a lot of stuff from there.” You breathed a sigh of relief that she was going to let this topic slide.

“Do I know either of them?” She asked, sliding your suit down further.

You nodded. “Both of them. Quite close, actually.”

“Am I?” You shivered slightly as you felt her breath ghost over your stomach. “You know it’s okay to talk about feelings, honey.” You hummed in agreement, mulling over in your head whether or not to tell her. “Buck or I won’t judge you.” Nat pulled your suit off and ran her hands up and down your calves a few times in a soothing motion.

Bucky popped his head back into the room. “What aren’t we judging?”

“Y/N has a crush on two people she’s friends with, they’re friends, and I’m apparently quite close to both of them.” Nat explained, keeping eye contact with you and slightly raising one eyebrow to make sure she got the facts right. You nodded once, sharply, fighting the urge to crawl under the covers and curl in on yourself.

“Oh, baby doll.” Bucky said, coming to sit next to you on the bed. “You know you can tell us anything.” He wrapped an arm around you and you burrowed your face into his chest. “Oh shit, this is something you’re really nervous about, isn’t it, doll?”

You nodded, knowing now you were going to have to tell both of them the truth. “I like you.” You said softly, knowing Bucky’s super-soldier hearing would pick it up.

“You like me, baby doll?” He asked, rubbing your back as Nat came to sit on your other side. You nodded again, attempting to burrow further into his chest. “Hey, that’s okay, sweet pea. I like you too.”

“Nat told me that.” You said softly, feeling the glare from your best friend burn into your back.

“Who’s the other one, N/N?” She asked sharply.

“You.” You said into Bucky’s chest, knowing he pointed at Nat when he heard you say it.

“Me?” Nat asked, surprised. 

You nodded, pulling your head out of Bucky’s chest, but not willing to meet either of their eyes. “Of course it’s you guys. It’s always been the two of you there for me.” You paused, letting them mull over what you just said. “It’s why Meg and I split.”

Bucky turned you to face him so he could start pulling the bullet out of your shoulder. “How so, baby doll?” Nat rested her chin on your other shoulder, holding out a hand for you to squeeze.

“Well, she didn’t like the fact that I was constantly on missions, which is literally my job, so that didn’t help matters. But the other thing is that she said I looked at you guys differently than her, treated the two of you better.” You said, looking down and squeezing Nat’s hand.

Nat rubbed your back, knowing that if you hadn’t told the two of them this, you hadn’t told anyone. “She broke up with you because she could tell you liked us?”

You nodded. “She said that if she wasn’t my first priority then we weren’t meant to be. And work is always my priority.”

“But then it’s us?” Bucky asked softly, stopping the bleeding of the removal from the bullet before he stitched you shut again.

“Yeah.” You said softly. “She didn’t like that much.”

Bucky stitched you up, and as he had changed out of his suit while finding the medical kit, pulled his shirt off for you to wear. “Here, sweetheart. You’re all stitched up.”

“Oh, thank you, Buck.” You said, putting on his shirt, the nickname and his scent lighting your insides on fire. You sighed softly, curling up under the covers and rolling away from both of them, not knowing what to say to your two closest friends now that you had spilled your heart to them and they didn’t say anything.

Nat knelt next to you on the bed, gently placing a hand on your busted shoulder. “N/N, please don’t pout. Buck and I have talked, because we both like each other, and you. We want to try to make this work.”

Bucky knelt on the floor, cupping your face in his hands. “We don’t have to move quickly, baby doll, we just wanna be with you, if that’s something you’d be okay with.”

“Yeah.” You said softly. “I’d be okay with that. But how does something like this even work?”

“Baby, this is like any relationship, we’ll figure it out as we go. Communication and comprehension is key. And we’re pretty good at that.” Nat said, gently rolling you onto your back. “So why don’t we just start with cuddles? And we can go from there later.”

You nodded, moving over to the middle of the bed so they could both crawl in with you. “Is this okay? Or did you guys want to be closer to each other?”

“This is perfect, baby doll.” Bucky said, reaching across you to throw his arm over both you and Nat.

“Yeah, perfect.” Nat said, snuggling further into your side.

“Yeah, this is everything I’ve ever wanted.” You said, leaning your head against Nat’s while curling further into Bucky.

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“Quick take a picture!” You heard somebody exclaim to wake you up. You were still very disoriented, having just woken up and you hadn’t even blinked your eyes open when light flashed behind them. 

“What the fuck is that?” Nat mumbled into your shoulder, eyes closed still.

“I dunno.” You mumbled, wrapping an extra arm around her. “Don’ really care either.”

Bucky pulled you both closer. “It’s Sam and Steve here to pick us up.” 

“But ‘m comfy ‘n sleepy.” You mumbled into Nat’s hair.

“I know you are, baby doll.” He said, beginning to untangle himself from the cuddle pile the three of you were in. “How about we all go for a nap back at the compound after we let your bullet wound actually get checked out?” Once untangled, Bucky picked you up in one arm and Nat in the other to carry you back onto the quinjet.

You nuzzled into his shoulder. “That sounds good.”

“So how did this all happen, punk?” Steve asked, taking you carefully from Bucky so neither you or Nat were dropped.

Bucky glanced between you and Nat fondly. “We’re all idiots.”

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the language of flowers and silent things

Whumptober 2023: Day 18 - I tend to deflect when I’m feeling threatened

Warnings: mentions of child abuse

Word Count: 2.1k (gif not mine)

Summary: Tony challenges Natasha and she challenges herself in going back to a place she thought she’d never return to.

A/N: <3

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2014

NEW YORK

Tony find Natasha in the elevator. The pull of it going up and down, he steps on and ignores the fact that she doesn’t say anything for ten floors.

It’s all he has in him, before he breaks the silence.

“What are you going to do?” he inquires.

She shrugs, clearly not ready to talk.

They continue to go up, reaching the roof before the door opens with a ding.

“Are we getting out?” he asks, holding the door open.

Tony thinks that likely, she would like to keep going up and down, it’s what Clint does, but he also likes the roof.

He’s a substitute but maybe he can help, he wants to help, whatever ha can do.

Natasha nods and exits.

The night air was brisk and though the light pollution of the city gave it a warm glow, he looks up and comments on the stars.

He’s glad Steve convinced him to put some seating out here because he moves towards it and seems to pull her with him.

“Have you ever thought of marrying Pepper?” Natasha asks, the question out of the blue.

He chokes a little on his saliva, grabbing a bottle of water, handing her one too. The delay gives him time to think.

“Yes,” he replies honestly.

“Do you have cold feet?” he asks.

The subject of Natasha and Clint’s wedding was something that everyone seemed to talk about when they weren’t around.

She smiles small.

“No, I don’t think so,” she tells him.

She leans back.

“Why haven’t you asked her?”

Her push feels fair that he asks a personal question back, though he’s not sure he’s not being mean.

“I don’t know,” he lies.

She glances at him.

“Yes, you do.”

Tony suppresses the biting remarks that flow through his mind and then he glances at Natasha, his friend who doesn’t say or do anything without cause.

If she’s baiting him, it’s for a reason.

He sighs heavily.

“Sorry I deflect when I’m feeling threatened,” he apologises, not really meaning it but thinking harder on how to phrase his reasoning.

“She shouldn’t be tied to me,” he starts, “I’m a mess on a good day, a disaster on the worse ones. Why would she want to be married to me? I’ve traumatised her and pushed her further than any one should, including setting Iron Man suits on her.”

He pauses.

“But you love her,” Natasha asks, cutting him off.

He nods.

“Yes,” he responds definitively.

“And she loves you?”

He doesn’t respond straight away.

“Do you think it should be that easy?” he asks, getting into the philosophical debate.

Natasha doesn’t answer straight away.

“I never thought I was the marrying type. I can’t have kids, I’m not… normal. I have a lot of trauma that impacts on so many things, and my life… I suppose it’s not stable.”

Looking to the sky, she continues.

“But he convinced me that it didn’t matter. Having kids, the trauma, the life I… we lead, it’s just part of who I am. He tells me often it doesn’t matter, I think it does but maybe not in the way he thinks. When we agreed to get married, we provided we’d find Yelena. Find Barney too, so we would have some family with us. It seemed important the time. It should be that easy maybe, to commit to another who sees all your flaws and the bad things about you and still want to marry you.”

Tony stays still, making his body freeze whilst she talks. He has so many questions, so many retorts and quips, but he restrains himself.

“Barney being dead, makes it easier. Yelena being alive, makes it harder. It was the rules we decided on, and since she’s been back, we haven’t talked about it much. I think maybe he’s forgot, maybe that he doesn’t want to anymore, but then he hugs me; kisses me and I know it’s not true. But what if because he doesn’t have family there, that I shouldn’t either.”

She lets the thought hang in silence and he laughs at her.

“You’re an idiot,” he tells her.

Natasha stands and turns on him.

“No no, don’t be huffy, don’t leave. I’m just saying, that you two are made for each other. None of us are normal, he asked, you agreed, and so the world isn’t bowing down to the arbitrary rules you sent it, maybe you just need to have a conversation about making a date instead of ruminating on the fact that likely the day won’t hold all your ideals.”

He stands.

“Pick a date,” he says.

She frowns at him.

“What?”

“Go on,” he jibes, “pick a date, do it now.”

“Is this really the reason why you were riding the elevator?” he asks.

Natasha shakes her head.

“No, Yelena has made contact under the house you provided, she wants to meet. There’s a house in Ohio,” she says softly. “A place I never wanted to back to.”

“Pick a date,” he urges, “there’s no time like the present.”

He calls to Jarvis and asks for Clint to meet them on the roof; in response Natasha punches him in the arm.

“Ow,” he complains.

“How are you getting to Ohio?” he asks, changing the subject.

“Can I borrow a plane?”

Tony shrugs, “of course.”

“She’d say yes in a heartbeat, you know,” Natasha throws at him, “Pepper is a superhero in her own right. She’s my friend and your partner. I think she left the life of normal a while ago.”

Tony thinks on it.

Natasha is right.

She’s always right, it seems.

Clint appears near them, and he frowns.

“When’d you get here?”

The easy grin of the archer is infuriating.

“You rang?” he laughs.

Tony looks to Natasha.

“He thinks we should pick a date for the wedding,” she admits.

“I was unsure you still wanted to get married, given the Yelena situation.”

Clint cocks his head.

“December 30th,” he says decisively.

Natasha spurts a laugh.

“What?”

“December 30th,” he repeats.

Clint looks from Tony to Natasha, “sorry, I should have said something. It’s just, you hadn’t mentioned it and I wanted to book the place out and…”

He cringes.

“December 30th, do you have anything on that day?”

Natasha laughs and hugs him.

“Only one thing.”

Tony eyes them.

“I don’t either,” he says in a deadpan voice.

Clint claps him on the back.

“Then I suppose you’d better come too,” he smiles.

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Yelena waits in the apartment, opening all the cupboard doors, exploring the place and taking the bits she wanted.

Freelance, she decided was the easiest thing to do.

It gave her the freedom to pursue her own investigations, whilst providing an income stream.

She could thank Natasha, but in truth, she’s still not sure how she feels about the tentative relationship.

There is something she wants to give her though.

Relationships, family, are not things that seemed to come easily for Yelena; or more accurately, they weren’t things that stayed.

A lifetime of abandonment issues, she thinks, and then laughs at herself.

A knock at the door breaks her from her reverie, and judging by the gait, she assumes it’s Natasha behind the double barrel locked door.

Hand on her gun anyway, she opens the door.

“I’m unarmed,” Natasha opens.

She takes the gun out and shows her. Natasha’s hair is braided tightly, two separate Dutch braids running down her head.

“Are you ready?”

Yelena sits back on the table.

“Depends, where are we going?”

Natasha takes a breath.

“What are you doing on December 30th?”

The question makes Yelena laugh, she shakes her own hair out and starts to braid it too.

“Right now? I have no plans,” she responds, “freelancer now, remember?”

Natasha stands back and watches Yelena copy her hair style, braiding her hair tightly like Natashas.

“Ohio?”

Yelena finishes and stares for a minute, gathering thoughts.

“I want to show you something. I hid something there before we left.”

Natasha clenches her jaw and takes a breath.

“You do not want to go back, do you?” she surmises.

The obvious answer is no, but Natasha refrains from saying it.

“What do you need to get?” she asks, “we can go at any time, the car out the front will take us to the airfield.”

Yelena moves to the door, opening it for Natasha.

“After you,” she tells her, “I’ll explain on the way.”

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OHIO

Yelena’s apprehension is masked but Natasha feels she sees right through it.

The car ride is silent and the plane, through private is met with a mutual team work to fly it the brief hour and a half to the Ohio airfield.

Natasha doesn’t push; as much as she wants to know what this is all about.

If Yelena is preparing to kill her, then it seems a strange way to do it, to drown her in memories and then kill her where they first became something other than strangers.

Their old house is abandoned.

Something Natasha didn’t expect but the spate of gentrification towards the centre of the city caused other houses to be run down.

A Russian spy house perhaps no different.

Natasha doesn’t want to go in.

She balks at the door for a second before following Yelena in.

She remembers so much and had forgotten so much more.

The room they had seems so small.

The stairs she ran up and down, that she hid under on more than one occasion.

The kitchen where she was beaten, and the toy room Melina would give them lessons in.

She feels her skin crawling, as Yelena leads the way.

Keeping her breathing even, she focuses on doubling breaths, breathe in, breathe in, breath out. It helps to focus her.

She takes some photos, it’s one thing explaining things to Clint, it’s another to see what it looks like.

Natasha thinks that someone must have lived here after they did. They left everything, in the haste they left in, but none of the items left behind looks or feels familiar.

Yelena heads up the stairs, finds the attic opening and hoists herself up.

“You can stay there,” she calls down.

It takes Yelena around five minutes to find what she was looking for, in that time the sky opens up and starts to rain.

Thunder claps and lightning brightens the sky.

As Yelena drops down, she has a wooden box in hand, a wooden box that used to be Natasha’s.

“Hey—“ she starts, but stops when she sees Yelena’s face, holding the box with two hands as she hesitantly passes it across.

“You—“ Yelena sighs, “you struggled at Christmas. I think you knew it was all coming to an end. Maybe anyway. You were mean. I didn’t understand then, Alexei… he wasn’t kind to you; us. But more to you as his stress increased, he left more. Left you in charge. I think it’s one of my favourite memories.”

She takes a deep breath.

“You gave me something for Christmas that year, do you remember?”

Of course she does.

The blue ribbon, the pictures.

The ones Yelena had given her still sit in her favourite book in her own personal safe in the tower. The most precious of possessions.

It seems, Yelena had the same idea.

“Open it,” she says quietly.

Natasha does, slowly, finds the blue ribbon inside and can’t help the tears that pool in her eyes.

She closes the box and hugs Yelena.

If Yelena doesn’t want it or doesn’t expect it, she doesn’t say anything or pull back, instead she nestles her head in the crook of Natasha’s neck and hugs her back.

“Thank you,” Natasha whispers, pulling back and resting her head on Yelena’s.

“You remembered.”

Yelena pulls back, wiping a tear, and turning her back.

“I wanted you to have it, just in case,” she sighs.

The words don’t match the mood and Natasha questions her.

“Just in case of what?”

Yelena shrugs.

“Life?” she deflects.

Anxiety stirs in Natasha, and she touches the box carefully.

“Do you want to get something to eat?” she asks, hoping that Yelena will say yes.

There’s a little nod, as they leave the childhood house, Natasha taking one last look.

“It feels smaller,” she says more to herself.

Yelena turns back and looks with her.

“Maybe we’ve just grown,” she responds, and leads the way out.

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I Knew You Loved Me: Part 2 || Kate Bishop

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Pairing: Kate Bishop x Reader

Warnings: Slight mentions of pain and injury, other than that it’s fluffy. If I have missed any warnings please let me know.

Word Count: 2173 words.

Summary: You and Kate grow even closer after the accident.

A/N: Thank you @witchyredfoxes for suggesting a Part 2 of ‘I Knew You Loved Me’. I hope you all enjoy.

Please do not repost (on here or any social media platform), copy, translate or take ownership of my work. Reblogs, likes and comments are always appreciated <3.

Part 1

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I Knew You Loved Me Part 2: Kate Bishop-

-An hour later-

You have your head resting on Kate’s chest, listening to her steady heartbeat. Kate gently runs her fingers through your hair, allowing you to relax into her, whilst ensuring to avoid putting any pressure on her wound.

“I’ve found my new favourite sound.” You say in a whisper.

Kate moves her line of sight to you, “What sound would that be, y/n/n?” She asks in the same tone.

“Your heartbeat- I’ll never get sick of hearing it.” You say as you concentrate on Kate’s unique beat.

Kate laughs lightly in order to not disturb her injury with too much movement,”Well, that just means we’ll have to cuddle like this more so you can listen to it.”

“Oh no, how terrible! How will I cope?” You say sarcastically, causing Kate to playfully tap on your head.

“You don’t realise how much I’ve always wanted this.” Kate says.

“What? To be in a hospital bed?” You tease.

“No doofus, to be here with you, having you by my side.” She says with a roll of her eyes.

“Same here, I just always chickened out when it came to asking you on a date or anything.” You say as you shift up slightly to look at Kate.

She gently caresses your cheek, causing your eyes to flutter closed, “Well if the last day or so has taught me anything, it’s that you can’t take anything for granted; so I’ll ask you this, will you be-“

“My girlfriend.” You interrupt Kate, as you open your eyes.

She raises an eyebrow at you, “You did not just steal my opportunity to ask you to be my girlfriend?!”

You put on an amused smirk, “Well yes, but I wanted to be the one who asked you first and I had this whole plan to ask you officially so I had to get in there.”

“You’re so strange.” Kate laughs.

You shift slightly, “What’s your answer, Bishop?”

“Hmm, I would answer you right now, but I might need 2-3 business days to give you a response-“ Kate rambles on, causing you to laugh.

“Don’t be mean.” You whine playfully.

“Okay, okay, yes I will be your girlfriend, but I’m telling everyone I asked first.” Kate says as she grabs your hand.

You link your fingers through hers, “I’ll just deny it but thank you Kate.”

Kate looks at you confused, “Why are you thanking me?”

“Why wouldn’t I? You’ve just given me the chance to have the most beautiful girlfriend in the world, and I’m so lucky to have you.”

Kate blushes at your compliment, “Oh my god, I made Kate Bishop blush!” You tease.

Kate removes her hand from yours to cover her face, “Stop, I will take my answer back, I swear.”

You sit on the edge of her bed laughing, grabbing her hands away from her face, “I think it’s cute.” You say as you move in for a kiss; Kate moves very slightly forward until you both hear a knock on the door, causing you to shoot up from the bed.

You straighten your clothes as Kate straightens her bed cover, “Come in.” Kate says.

Yelena pokes her head around the corner, “Close your eyes Kate Bishop.”

“If I do, will you hurt me?” Kate says in a nervous tone.

“N-no, just close your eyes!” Yelena says louder.

Kate looks at you conflicted, you give her a nod of assurance, knowing Yelena has just got back from the store with some supplies.

Kate finally closes her eyes.

“No peeking Kate Bishop or I’ll take it all back.” Yelena says as she brings in multiple bunches of ‘Get well soon’, balloons.

You smirk as she places them around the room, you move to go look outside the room and notice the various baskets of treats of Kate’s favourite things.

“Woah, Yelena how did you get all of this?” You ask as you help her bring the items into the room.

“I have my ways- some illegal, some not.” She says casually, causing you to look over in a serious way.

Yelena notices your expression, “Oh I am kidding, this is all legit.”

You choose to believe Yelena, knowing Natasha will be on her case if it is in fact not legit.

Once all the balloons and baskets have been brought in, Yelena gives Kate the all clear to open her eyes.

Once Kate opens her eyes, her expression is that of shock. She studies each gift with admiration, appreciating the efforts Yelena has gone to.

“Wow, thank you so much Yelena, this is incredible.” Kate says as tears line her eyes- tears of gratitude.

“No problem, though it comes with a price.” Yelena says as she admires her work.

You and Kate look at Yelena in confusion, waiting for her to clarify, “Oh right, yes, from now on I shall call you, ‘Kate Clumsy Bishop’. You can’t go on a mission without injury.”

Kate’s face drops slightly, which you notice in an instant. You move to her side, signalling you’re there for her.

“What do you say y/n, wouldn’t you agree it is very fitting.” Yelena asks you whilst laughing.

You look over at Yelena with a warning glare, “Yelena don’t start, she doesn’t need the stress.” You say without giving too much away.

Yelena quirks an eyebrow up at you, “Oh come on, you’re normally up for a little teasing. It is not my fault she cannot go on a mission without worrying us sick or getting injured. Hence, the clumsy part.”

“Yelena, stop it.” You say, knowing Kate is getting uncomfortable with the way she’s fidgeting with her hands.

“Why are you so defensive all of a sudden, wait a minute.” Yelena looks between the two of you and plasters a huge smile on her face.

“No way! You’re together, you finally told her how you feel!?” Yelena yells.

You can’t help but smirk, Yelena has done nothing but tease you on your crush for Kate.

“Wait, Yelena knew?” Kate asks.

“How could I not? She practically made heart eyes every time you walked into the room.” Yelena says as she sends you a challenging smile.

“Okay, okay, yes I’ve liked you for a long time; yes, unfortunately Yelena knew and teased me about it non stop and Yelena to answer your question- yes we are together.” You say as you grab Kate’s hand.

Yelena comes running over trying to pull you both into a hug, “Careful Lena, Kate’s cut.” You say as Yelena pulls back slightly.

“Oh yeah, sorry. I’m just so happy, you’re my best friends and I’m glad you’re finally together.” She says as she smiles uncontrollably.

“Aww thanks Yelena.” Kate says as she gently pulls Yelena into a more controlled hug.

You hear another set of knocks on the door, causing you to look over.

“Hey, how’s my favourite archer?” Natasha says as she walks into the room, with Clint following close behind.

“Hey!” Clint says in offense.

“You’re in the bad books, don’t complain.” Natasha says, causing Clint to lift his hands up in surrender.

Yelena picks herself up from Kate, “Hey, Sestra, guess what I just found out.” Yelena says in a sing-song way.

“Yelena.” You say in a warning tone, knowing Kate wants to tell everyone on both of your terms.

“Okay, fine. I need to go anyway, I’m going to take Lucky and Fanny on a walk since we know Lucky likes me most.” She says as she moves past everyone and to the door.

“That definitely is not true! He only likes you because you feed him from under the table during team meals.” Kate says.

Yelena shrugs, “Well he never complains, anyway I will see you love birds later.” Yelena says, pretending to gasp at her choice of words.

You’re about to say something but she runs down the hall, knowing you were about to chase her.

Natasha looks at you with her signature smirk, “Should I even ask what that was about?”

You shake your head, “You know what she’s like, she says the weirdest things.” You say trying to avoid the questions.

Natasha nods her head in understanding, “I won’t disagree with that. Anyway, how are you?” She directs her attention to Kate; weaving her way past Yelena’s display of balloons.

Your attention is grabbed when you feel a tapping on your arm, “Y/n, can I talk to you for a second?” Clint says.

You nod and follow him to the side of the room.

He releases a sigh, “Y/n, I just wanted to apologise for what I said on the mission. I was just stressed with Kate and the situation. I took it out on you and I shouldn’t have, so I’m sorry.” He says genuinely.

You grab him into a hug, showing your appreciation for his words, “It’s okay, I know you didn’t mean it. I’m sorry for not taking your words into consideration in regards to Kate-“

Clint pulls out of the hug and grabs onto your arms, “Hey, no. Don’t apologise, you were right. She was bound to be exposed to this kind of thing sooner or later. I just didn’t want to push her too far. You’re a professional so you equally know what’s best for her. I know you care a lot about her, so you wouldn’t put her in danger.”

You bow your head, “Thank you, Clint. I really appreciate your apology.”

“Clint, don’t forget the best part of your apology,” Natasha reminds him.

He rolls his eyes, “I promise to do all your upcoming, and very boring recon missions for a month.”

You laugh, “Okay, now I know you’re sorry and I will be accepting that term.” You grab his hand and shake it, causing him to let out a breath of laughter.

“Yeah, I thought you would.”

He turns his gaze to Kate, “How are you doing kid?”

She smiles at her mentor, “Good, thankful to be here. Appreciating all the support you guys are giving me.”

He smiles, “I’m glad. Laura and the kids want you to come round when you’re feeling up for it. They want to make you a meal to celebrate your recovery.”

Kate beams at this, “Wow, that is so thoughtful, I really can’t wait. Um, would I be able to bring a plus one?” Kate asks timidly.

Clint smiles mischievously, “Y/n is already invited.”

You roll your eyes, “Yeah, I thought you’d say that.” You say as you playfully shove him.

“Oh, um, I was asking because I wanted to take Lucky.” Kate says as she bites her bottom lip.

You snap your gaze over at her, “Hey!”

“What? He’s great company and definitely tells better jokes than you.” Kate says.

“He’s a dog and besides I taught him all he knows so really it’s my invitation by default.” You say whilst laughing.

Natasha shakes her head, “You’re dorks.”

Kate looks at you lovingly, “Well she’s my dork so I’m not complaining.” You blush in response, looking away before Kate sees- too late, she already did.

Before she can say anything a nurse comes in with some medical supplies, “Good Afternoon Kate, I’ve come to check on your wound and change the bandages, if that’s okay?”

Kate nods.

“Okay, we’ll go. Get some rest Kate and make sure y/n is treating you right.” Natasha says as she looks over at you.

You roll your eyes as Kate responds, “Thank you both, I’ll see you later.”

They make their way out of the room, you go to get comfortable in the chair beside Kate’s bed.

“Wait, can you stay? I don’t want to be alone.” Kate says with a worried expression.

You walk over to her, “Hey, hey don’t worry I’m not going anywhere. I’m here for you always okay. You’re stuck with me.” You say as you stroke a piece of hair away from her face.

She smiles at you gratefully, “I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

You move to the side, holding Kate’s hand as the nurse gets to work on her wound.

A few cries of pain and tears later, you settle next to Kate; wiping away her tears and whisper how proud you are of her and how good she did whilst the nurse cleaned her wound.

Once the nurse has finished, she said her goodbyes and took all the supplies with her. Allowing you to lay next to Kate; arms gently wrapped around her and the back of her head resting on your chest.

Her breathing evens out as she works through the stinging of the wound being redressed, “Are you okay, my love?” You ask in a hushed tone.

“Yeah, I’m always okay when I’m with you. You’re my safe place.” She says as she starts to fall asleep.

You leave a kiss on the top of her head, “You’re my safe place too Kate.”

With that, you drift off to sleep with the love of your life in your arms- safe and sound.

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#marvel #mcu #marvel fan fic #fan fic #slightly smarter nat #slightly smarter nat’s writing #kate bishop x you #kate bishop x reader #kate bishop fanfiction #kate bishop one shot #kate bishop part 2 #kate bishop fluff #yelena belova mentioned #Clint Barton mentioned #Natasha romanoff mentioned #hawkeye series #hawkeye #kate x reader #kate bishop imagine #hailee steinfeld #one shot part 2 #marvel one shot #kate marvel #kate bishop #kate bishop hospital fic #kate bishop hawkeye #I knew you loved me part 2

[anki-of-beleriand]

Midnight meeting - series

Summary: You have been under house arrest in the Avenger´s compound since arriving to that universe, then in a single night your world changes while meeting the newest addition to the team.

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Female! Reader - Onesided Natasha Romanoff x Female! Reader

Warnings: MINORS DNI! 18+ , Fluff, drama, angst, smut, soft!smut, Reader has powers, violence, unrequired/required love, jealousy, Top!Reader, sub!Wanda, suggestive themes, Reader is an avenger, some canon, love triangle, alcohol, swearing, dancing, Reader is from another universe, idiots in love. TW: mentions of someone trying to get adventage while drinking alcohol.

Author's notes: This is my first time giving it a try to a Reader story. Wanda is the love of my life, and Elizabeth Olsen is just such an amazing actress I have to try it. The story was thought of as a three part series that would go all the way to Anvegers Infinity War, Endgame, Wandavision and MoM though not in that order. This would be part One, and the other two will come out pretty soon. Your comments, likes and shares are always a good incentive, and while I already published the story some time ago, I just want to make it more presentable.

Chapters:

Part 1 - The beginning

Part 2 - Nothing there

Part 3 - Getting closer

Part 4 - Right in the middle

Part 5 - Training with the Little Witch

Part 6 - The conflict, the jealousy

Part 7 - The mission and the break-up

Part 8 - Misunderstandings

Part 9 - Dancing around

Part 10 - Be my girl

Part 11 - Epilogue

#WandaxReader #WandaxYou #WandaxY/N #Wanda Maximoff x Reader #Wanda Maximoff x Female!Reader #Wanda Maximoff #Female Reader #Mentions of Natasha Romanoff x Female!Reder #Wanda smut #Reader smut #Wanda MaximoffxFeamleReader

[florida3exclamationpoints]

Remember when people complained that Steve talked about Peggy in the support group scene instead of Bucky bc "PeGgY dIdNt DiE iN tHe SnAp" even tho that's literally the point. Yeah it was a support group for people grieving loved ones from the snap and Steve was qualified to help them bc he's lost loved ones from much more. He said "I went the ice in '45 right after I met the love of my life, woke up 70 years later" not to be like "I'm so sad about that" but to say "life always goes on." And then he went to talk to Nat and was like "lol I literally don't care and I think I'm lying to these people"

#😭😭 #loveeeee when people just hear the face value of the words and dont consider anything else in media #he said 'gotta move on' and his face said 'WHYYYY' and then he talked to nat and said 'NOT ME THO LOL' #like if you think he shouldn't have mentioned peggy in that scene. just tell me you dont understand steves character #Respectfully ❤️ #steve rogers #endgame #avengers: endgame #peggy carter #steggy #marvel #natasha romanoff

[zukxgane]

having adhd is insane bc why do i hyperfixate on gingers

#like why #adhd #neurodivergent #neurodiversity #ginger #rachel elizabeth dare #rachel dare #poison ivy #black widow #natasha romanoff #daphne blake #azuri lego elves #MERIDA #kim possible #giselle #giselle enchanted #candace flynn #lucy wilde #ice spice #honorary mention

[lythea-creation]

Crushing The Voice - Wanda x fem reader x Natasha

summary: Will your girlfriends be able to crush the voice in your head that just never seems to stop putting you down?

warnings: self-harm (choking), mentions of past self-harm (cutting), please look out for yourself!!!

word count: 836

Author's note: Feel free to check out my Masterlists and make requests. No reposting please! Reblogging, comments and requests are always appreciated <3 If you like the story/my writing, please don't be shy to say it via comments or asks! It takes you a few seconds and might make my day. It's the best appreciation you can show to a writer you like.

Requested? Yes

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I had always had this little voice inside my head. At least I could not remember a time where it had not been.

The voice that was telling me that I was not good enough, that every good thing happening to me was only an illusion ready to burst at any time, without a warning.

Sometimes the voice was quiet enough to drown it out. But sometimes it got so loud that everything else faded into the background.

The only thing that could make the voice go silent then was a strong stimulus. So my mind would not have another chance than to concentrate on the more eminent threat.

So I could not help myself but cut it all of. The voice, the oxygen and therefore the ability to breathe, to provide my body with the oxygen it so desperately needed.

The grip around my throat was incredible tight. Honestly I had never expected to have such strong hands. But panic and desperation were giving you unknown abilities.

I was not sure what I was feeling while choking. Panic, relief, numbness. Maybe a strange mixture of all of them.

When the door to the bedroom suddenly opened it all started to twist into panic.

Wanda and Natasha did not know about my choking. They had been so relieved when I had finally managed to stop cutting a few months ago. It had taken a long time for them to trust me that I would not hurt myself when they were not around. Them seeing me doing it again now, just in another way, would ruin everything we had achieved.

Nevertheless I could not get myself to stop despite knowing that one of them would definitely find out now.

Due to my tears the lack of air my vision had already begun to turn blurry, my attention was not focused at all.

I just noticed my girlfriend's approach when it was too late. Her arm had slung around mine, trying to get me to stop.

Out of reflex I hurled her away from me. Once again my insane strength surprised me as I heard her hit the wall.

Now the urge to choke moved to the background as I realized what I had done. I had hurt her.

I hurried over to my girlfriend, my vision slightly returning back to normal, thanks to the oxygen entering my body. Now I could see Wanda in front of me.

“I'm so sorry”, I cried.

Although I should be able to breathe just fine now, it still felt like no air was reaching my lungs as my panic increased. And all of a sudden it did not bring any relief anymore.

Desperately I intended to help Wanda up.

She did not hesitate to take my hands, but did not really put any weight on them while standing up. She had just wanted to get close to me.

“Hey, it's okay”, she reassured me, pulling me closer.

I could hear that her voice was trembling as well, but I could not quite understand why.

She gave me a few seconds to hug her back, before tightening the embrace.

I was sobbing so heavily that I ironically could barely breathe.

Actually I did not even notice Natasha entering the room as well, until she placed her hand on my shoulder.

“I'm sorry”, I repeated on and on, whenever my body gave me the chance to between my sobs.

After a felt eternity my crying finally subsided and my girlfriends led me over to our bed to sit down.

I was leaning against Natasha as Wanda was caressing my hand.

“I'm sorry”, I claimed for the last time. “Please don't hate me now.”

“Why would we hate you?”, Natasha questioned, taking off guard.

“You just started trusting me again and what do I do? I betray your trust. I even hurt Wanda”, I proposed.

“I'm okay, love”, Wanda promised. “You were upset. It's partly my fault as well for startling you. Let's not obsess about it, okay?”

“And we could never hate you”, Natasha added. “We love you way too much for that.”

“We've managed to get through such a situation once. We can do it again. Together, alright?”, Wanda inquired.

“You deserve better”, I mumbled.

“We deserve better?”, Nat wondered. “You're one of the most incredible people I know. Just because you're struggling to cope in a healthy way doesn't mean you aren't worthy of love. Or would you want us to hate ourselves for what we've done in our past? Because that's a part of us we can't change either. We can only try to work on ourselves and do better in the future. How can you expect any more than that from yourself?”

“You're all we want, (f/n)”, Wanda chimed in, a beautiful smile adorning her face. “And we'll tell you that as often as you need to hear it to make the voice inside your head stop.”

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Hey, that was a heavy one again! What do you think about it?

#marvel #natasha romanoff x fem reader #wanda maximoff x fem reader #fem reader #lgbtqia #angst #romance #mentions of self harm #self h@rm

[palelittleadaptoid]

Black Widow (2001) BREAKDOWN.

#yelena belova #black widow #black widow 2001 #breakdown #black widow breakdown #natasha romanova #natasha romanoff #bw #yelena #panels #this comic is so fucked #and I hate how natasha is written I won’t lie #also matts a piece of shit #but dare I say it’s a very important comic to read for yelena #rape mention #black widow comics

[hoppers-babygirl]

hoppers-babygirl's Masterlist

dividers by @firefly-graphics

Sleepless Nights

Beat his ass

Wounded

Life In the Upside Down

Like A Virgin

Saving Grace

Bells will ring

Prima Ballerina

Children of HYDRA

Keeping up with the family

Skin to skin

Barton Family Christmas

Punching Bag

Forget It.

You’ll Go Far, Kid

#clint barton #james barnes #natasha romanoff #bucky barnes #tony stark #bruce banner #steve rogers #clintasha #buckynat #parent! buckynat #parent! clint barton #hawkeye #captain america #winter solider #tw russian language #tw baby mention #tw blood #tw pregnancy #marvel #marvel fluff #marvel angst #forget it. #forget it. series masterlist #hoppers-babygirl masterlist #stranger things #billy hargrove angst #billy hargrove #eddie munson imagine #rockstar eddie munson #steve harrington stranger things