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#Natasha x teen reader
rxmqnova · 3 months
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Natasha: *getting ready for a run*
Y/N: Mom? Why would you ever want to run 26 miles?
Natasha: The same reason you stay on the couch for the entire month of July.
Y/N: Oh, I get it…
Y/N: A sense of accomplishment.
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writerslittlelibrary · 5 months
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I'm your mother now, chapter 1
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summary: when you wake up in a strange room, you soon come to realize the amazing Black Widow, who appears to be the perfect role model for girls all around the world, is greatly deranged…
pairing: Dark!Natasha x teen reader
warnings: yelling, a lot of swearing, dark themes, kinda evil Natasha
genre: angst
words: 2972
a/n: I really wanted to write a dark Natasha fic but I didn't want to make it romantic or anything, so I went with the idea of Natasha kidnapping a child. Please don't read this if you are not comfortable with dark themes. Reader is kinda abused but that's because of Natasha's trauma.
Hope you enjoy, and please let me know what you think :)
(I decided to make this a series, as I have so many ideas but find them simply too long for one fic. I will probably make a separate masterlist for the series) 
You do not have my permission to repost, copy or translate my work 
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You dropped your bag on the floor, kicking your shoes off and walking through the house, allowing yourself to fall on the couch in exhaustion. You were in highschool, and no matter what teacher you'd ask, they all called you their best student.
You passed every test, got good grades for every project, but mentally you were slipping. You hated your life. You hated the stupid loop you were trapped in. Every day is the same. You were tired. 
Your foster parents were scheduled to come home after dinner, so you knew you'd be able to lie on the couch for a while without being yelled at.
So that's what you did. 
You took a nap on the couch, enjoying the quietness of the house, when a noise upstairs catches you off guard. 
You get up slowly, carefully walking up the stairs. You had seen horror movies, and you knew what a bad idea it was, yet you decided to do it anyway. You creeped up the stairs, through the hallway and made it to your bedroom. It was small and there weren't many places to hide, but you were cautious anyway. 
Your window was open. The curtain was moving slightly due to the breeze outside. A shiver ran down your back. You had that feeling again. The same feeling you've had for the past few weeks. The feeling of being watched. 
You walked to your window carefully, pushing it close and locking it. Didn't you lock it yesterday?
Before you could even turn around, an arm clasped around your waist and a hand holding a cloth covered your mouth and nose. You tried to scream and try to get out of the person's grip, but it was of little use. The person holding you was strong. Way stronger than you were. 
You flung around in their grasp, trying to hit the arms that were holding you, but it was of no use. You heard a woman's voice behind you, shushing you and telling you it's all gonna be okay. Your eyes started drooping, falling close. The last thing you heard was a simple sentence….
“Shh baby, mama's got you…” 
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Natasha had been observing you for weeks. She saw you in the park one day, sitting on a bench. You appeared to be okay, but she could see the way you were holding back tears. It took everything in her not to walk up to you and comfort you. 
After that day, she decided to watch you more often. She watched you when you picked out your clothes. She watched you when you went to school. She watched you when you came home and got yelled at. She watched all of it. 
After watching you for about a week, she decided to do some more research. She had to know everything about you. You were absolutely perfect.
She found out about your parents, how they left you in front of the police station one night. They didn't want you, and Natasha's heart broke. The foster families you were placed with didn't care much for you either. You were often heavily neglected, and you never knew real love. 
From what Natasha had seen, you were barely capable of taking care of yourself. She wondered how often you showered, how often you ate and if you even brushed your teeth. 
No one seemed to have taught you how to live, and it broke Natasha's heart. She was determined to make you feel loved. She knew it was fate. She had to take care of you. It was simply meant to be. 
Natasha had been trying to have a child for so long. After her past in the Red Room, she knew she'd never be able to conceive herself, but she had tried everything there was. She had gone to adoption agencies and tried to adopt. She had applied to become a foster mom but nothing worked. She'd pass most criteria, but when the psychological tests came her test scores dropped. The authorities simply deemed her to mentally unstable to take care of a child.
Natasha was mad. Mad at the authorities and mad at herself. She just wanted a child. That's all she's ever wanted. How on earth did anyone dare deny her that.
After she was denied for foster care, she was upset, but she didn't dare give up. Natasha was determined that she would find someone for her to take care of, and she did. Anyone in their right mind could see it. You were destined to be with Natasha. 
After observing you for quite a while, Natasha decided it was time. You were crying almost every night, the stress of school and your grades were simply too much. Natasha couldn't bear to see you like this any longer, so she finally decided to make her move. She snuck in when you were at school. She didn't even have to sneak in through the window. The doors had an easy lock, and she could easily pick it open. 
When she made her way inside, she immediately went up to your room. She looked through it, smelling your clothes, touching your bed and everything you owned, which wasn't a lot. 
She clutched your only stuffed animal tightly to her chest, a tear rolling down her cheek. She was finally going to be a mom, and she couldn't wait. 
She collected some of your stuff, but only the stuff she couldn't replace, which included some notebooks, coloring books and your stuffed animal of course. She stuffed it in a bag and put all of it in her car. After she finished, she made her way back inside and waited. 
When she heard you come home, she was nearly jumping at the anticipation and excitement. 
She started making some noises, hoping you'd come upstairs soon. She had opened the window in your room, knowing you'd walk over to close it. You did that every day. If you forgot to close the window, you'd close it after coming home from school. 
Soon enough, she heard you walking upstairs, peeking through the door of the bathroom. She waited until you went into your bedroom, indeed closing the window as she expected.
The moment you weren't looking, she snuck into your room and quickly covered your face, making you inhale the Chloroform she'd put on the cloth. You were flailing around heavily, trying to get loose from her grasp, but she just held on tight. 
Natasha tried to comfort you, shushing you as you slowly lost consciousness. 
After you had passed out, she carefully lifted you up, walking down the stairs and, after grabbing your school bag, walking back to her car. She was careful as she placed you on the backseat, protecting your head as you slept peacefully. 
She placed your stuffed animal in your arms, smiling at the sight of you fast asleep. She got into the driver's seat and took off, driving you two far away from the big city.
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You groaned as the light hit your eyes, covering them with your hand as you blinked a few times, trying to get used to it. You stretched your arms above your head, slowly waking up from your deep slumber. 
The bed you were laying on was soft, way softer and more comfortable than you were used to, but you didn't really notice. The drugs were still wearing off, your brain pleasantly fuzzy as you slowly regained control over all of your senses. 
When you yawned and brought your hand up to your face, you finally realized the clothes you were wearing were not yours. 
You sat up quickly, scanning the room and realizing it looked nothing like yours. It was way too big, but it did seem to be arranged to your style and interests. You took in the room, confused as to how you got there and why it seemed to be accommodated perfectly to your wants and needs. 
You slowly slid your legs off the bed, sitting on the edge and carefully standing up, afraid your weary state would make you fall over. The pajamas you were wearing were soft and seemed to be made out of an expensive silk. 
You slowly stood up, walking around the room slightly. You thought you were dreaming. When you looked out the window, there was nothing but trees. You appeared to be in some clearing in the woods. You checked out the room, noticing how the books on the shelf looked an awful lot like the books you owned, except the books in this room seemed to be new and neat. 
It confused you, and when you turned around, you noticed the bedding was the same bedding as you'd always had, just for a queen sized bed. 
There were three doors in the room, and you ran to the closest one. When you opened it you found a closet, probably as big as your room back home. When you opened the next, you found a bathroom. It looked almost impossibly clean and the shower looked like it came straight from a millionaire's home.
When you opened the third door, you finally stood in a hallway. When you looked right, you saw another door, which was probably where the hallway ended, so you decided to go left. You walked fast, wanting to get out of the house as fast as possible. 
You were very confused by the whole situation. You remembered someone kidnapping you, but these were not the circumstances you expected to wake up in.
When you stormed down the stairs, you could see a kitchen on your right. You spotted a door right in front of you. It looked like the front door, so you immediately ran towards it, trying to open it. It didn't budge. You'd need a code, a finger scan and voice recognition. You sighed as you leaned your forehead against it. 
After standing there for a solid 5 minutes, you decided to explore the rest of the house. 
You reckoned you were alone, as no one had approached you yet, even when you tried to leave the house. You slowly walked into the kitchen, from it spotting a living area with a few couches, and on top of it, you saw a redhead. 
You froze when you saw her, unable to move or talk as fear overtook your body. 
“Ah, good. I was wondering when you'd wake up. I was thinking of ordering take-out. Just come over here and we can pick something,” the woman spoke as if she'd known you for years.
You didn't move, so the woman turned around, putting her book aside and getting up. She walked towards you slowly, but she didn't seem worried she'd scare you away. “You don't want take-out?” she questioned, putting her phone on the kitchen island. You stood next to it as she now stood in front of it, crossing her arms. 
“Where am I?” you shakily asked, worried you'd upset her. You knew the woman, of course. Every person in the world knew her. She was Natasha Romanoff. The Black Widow and fearless Avengers, although she retired a few years back. 
“What do you mean, silly? You're home of course,” Natasha spoke, looking confused as to why'd you even ask such a question. 
You frowned. “This isn't my home?...” Natasha shook her head. “Of course it is.” “Why did you kidnap me?” Natasha shook her head at your question. “I just brought you home, sweetie.”
“What the fuck?! Take me home!” you yelled, and she looked a little surprised before her expression went back to normal.
“I know it's your first day here, but you do not speak to me like that. Do you understand?” she responded, but it only made you madder. “Who the fuck do you think I am? Let me go, you crazy bitch!” you yelled as you tried to push her, but Natasha easily caught your wrists. 
“Careful honey. I know you're confused but that is no way to speak to your mother.” “You're not my fucking mother-”
Slap.
Natasha had slapped you across the face. Your head turned from the impact, your cheek almost immediately reddening. tears stung in your eyes as you moved your hand up to cup your cheek, a silent sob wrecking through your body.
“I am a very lenient person, but don't you ever dare speak to me in such a tone again,” she said. “Now go sit on the couch and think about what you want to order for take-out dammit.” 
You moved slowly, keeping your head down as you sat on one of the couches, silently crying over the situation. After a few minutes, Natasha returned from the kitchen, holding an ice-pack. She grabbed your chin and tilted your face up without a word, pressing the ice-pack against your red cheek. She softly smiled down at you, using her free hand to pet the hair out of your face. 
You sniffled, and she leaned down to give you a kiss on your forehead. “Mama didn't want to hurt you like that sweetheart, but you took it too far,” she said, pulling back and smiling down at you again. “Mama loves you. I promise.” She pulled the ice-pack away and softly kissed your cheek.
She put the ice-pack on the coffee table and sat on the couch to your right. She pulled out her phone from her back pocket and seemed to scroll through something.
“So what are you feeling like?” she asked, looking at you with a smile. You sniffled quietly, looking down to avoid her gaze. “We could do burgers, or maybe sushi? I know those are your favorites,” she told you, and you instantly wondered how she'd know such a thing. 
“Come on. Tell me what you want,” she urged, nodding slightly to encourage you. 
“Fries…” you said quietly, and Natasha smiled. “Exactly what I was feeling. Would you like chicken nuggets on the side?” she asked you, and you nodded. “Perfect,” she said as she typed it into her phone, paying quickly and tossing it aside.
“The food will be here soon. Would you like to watch a movie while we wait, or would you rather explore the house a bit more?” she asked, patiently waiting for your answer.
You shrugged, not wanting to pick an option that might make her mad. “We can also just sit here for a while. I know you must be confused, but I promise you everything will fall right into place.”
You were mad. Mad at how Natasha acted like everything was fine. Mad at how she acted like she had any authority over you. Mad at how she'd slapped you. Mad at how she was acting like she was your mother. Mad at how she seemed unbothered and acted like your behavior was insane. But mostly, you were mad at yourself. Mad how you looked up to her. Looked up to the amazing Black Widow. She had always been your favorite Avengers. How could she not be?
After sitting on the couch for a few minutes, you looked up slowly, seeing Natasha staring at you with a smile on her face. 
“Would you like to watch something now?” She asked, holding up the remote. When the hell did she grab that? You nodded slightly, and Natasha smiled widely at you for it. She pressed a few buttons on the remote, and soon the tv lit up with your favorite show ready to play. Natasha pressed play, and the show started exactly where you stopped last night.
You sat quietly as you watched the show, scared to make any noises. 
After about an hour, there was a knock on the door, and Natasha got up to open it. “Just wait here,” she said as she walked away. You got up from the couch and peeked around the wall, seeing the door and catching a glimpse of a blonde woman. 
She didn't look like a delivery person, and you realized Natasha must've called someone she knew to make sure no one knew the location of the house.
The woman handed Natasha the take-out bag and they spoke for a moment, before she moved to give Natasha a hug. They hugged for a second and Natasha kissed the woman's cheek. You watched as they said their goodbye's, hearing Natasha say she'll visit the blonde woman soon. 
You quickly made your way back to the couches, sitting back down and waiting for Natasha to come back.
Once she did, she set the take-out on the kitchen counter. You watched silently as she moved around the kitchen, grabbing two plates and opening the bag. “Just so you know, I see and hear everything. Don't sneak up on me again. You're old enough to ask when you want something,” Natasha spoke, not looking up from her task of plating the food.
Your breath caught in your throat. You should've known. She used to be an assassin for goodness sake. Of course she could tell if you'd watch her. 
Natasha grabbed the two plates and brought them back to the couches. She handed one to you, but when you went to grab it she didn't let it go. You looked at her, and she raised an eyebrow to you. “Thank you…” you said silently, and she smiled as she let you take the plate, moving to sit down herself. 
You ate in silence, not missing the glances Natasha shot your way. You found it creepy. You had no idea why you were here and what Natasha wanted with you. She had referred to herself as your mother a few times now, and it confused you beyond words. 
For now, you decided to let the confusion go, focusing on eating your food and surviving the night. 
Who knows what tomorrow would bring…
chapter 2
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griffin-girl-r · 6 months
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You're not mine (Part 1)
Created: 08.10.2023
Finished: 08.10.2023
Edited: 08.10.2023
Age: 15
Word count: 1,344
Warnings: Abandonment, Child neglecting, Self harm, Blood, Blade, Arguments, Screaming, Child favoritism
Note: Please proceed with caution if you're triggered by any of the warnings above.
Request: Yes (Wattpad user) (@herospark18)
Pairing: WinterWidow
Summary: Natasha adopted you from the Red Room when you were only a baby, but when she and Bucky had their own child, she started forgetting about you.
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"I hate you!" You shouted, slamming the door behind you
"Y/N, we're not done!" Natasha, your mother, shouted from downstairs "Get back here!"
This was a daily occurrence by now.
The, once nonexistent, daily arguments between you and Natasha only got worse over the years.
Although Natasha isn't your biological mother, she raised you like her own after she saved you from the Red Room.
You were only 2 months old when she adopted you and everything went well. You both formed a happy little family for a while.
That was until Natasha started dating Bucky a little after your 10th birthday and she slowly started spending less and less time with you.
But not Bucky was the factor that determined your mother-daughter relationship with Natasha to drift apart.
The main reason behind everything was your 5-year-old baby sister, Tanya, who came into the world a few months after Natasha and Bucky started dating, with a little bit of help from Tony and his technology that, nowadays, seems to defy all odds.
Tanya's arrival only strengthened the bond between her parents, who had a romantic history that started years before even you were born, and, at the same time, weakened the bond between you and Natasha.
You knew the drill by now.
'Tanya is perfect.'
'Tanya is ours.'
'Tanya is innocent.'
Their voices echoed in your brain like a broken record.
Tanya knows that she can get away with everything and Tanya does get away with everything.
Since her birth, it was as if Natasha had completely forgotten about your existence.
It began by ignoring you while she focused her attention solely on Tanya.
She wouldn't feed you anymore, wake you up for school, or cuddle you at night.
She didn't even notice that you changed.
But, how could she, when Tanya was everything she noticed?
You stared at yourself in the mirror.
Determination was etched on your pale face as you picked up the blade that was on your sink.
It became a relief for you.
Sliding that blade on your wrist helped you forget about the unbearable pain in your chest.
The crimson blood that was pooling from the cuts held your attention. The pain of being abandoned by two different mothers was momentarily shoved at the back of your mind.
You started harming yourself 2 years ago when you couldn't take Natasha's ignorance any more.
You haven't told anyone and it's not like they would care if they knew anyways. Tanya was the center of their world, not you.
She was the perfect baby, while you were the adopted bastard and a grand mistake that Natasha made.
Natasha never admitted it out loud but you understood the message from the way she was treating you.
The blade fell down from your hand into the sink.
'Is it all because she never gave birth to me?'
And you stared at the trail of blood it left on the white sink.
'Are adopted kids not important, just because they're not blood related?'
You slowly understood.
'Will I ever be treated the same as Tanya?'
The only one left to understand was Natasha.
"Y/N, do you want to play with my dolls later?" Tanya asked you a few hours later, during dinner
You pulled at the sleeves of your hoodie even more, hiding your hands inside of them.
"Sure, Tatu." You gave the small child a shy smile "I think I'd like that."
"Tatiana." Natasha sternly looked at Tanya but the tone of her voice was soft "Remember we have a movie night tonight. You can play with Y/N another time."
"Can Y/N come too?" Tanya's big, innocent eyes sparkled while she asked, as Natasha refilled the girl's glass of orange juice
"I think she has more important things to do." Natasha replied, not even bothering to ask what you want "We're going to have a mother-daughter night. It's going to be just us two, sweetheart. Wouldn't it be fun?"
"Yay!" Tanya cheered, throwing her arms in the air
But as she did, she accidentally knocked over the glass filled with juice.
"Oh oh..." Tanya said, looking at the spilled juice "Sorry, Mama."
"Don't worry, baby girl." Natasha smiled, sitting up to clean the mess "Accidents happen."
"That's not what you said the last time when I accidentally knocked over my glass of water." You bitterly spat out at Natasha
"You have no right to talk, Y/N." Natasha snapped at you "Shut up!"
"Natalia, honey, calm down." Bucky, who was sitting beside Natasha, put his hand on her arm "She didn't do anything wrong. She's just a kid."
"She's not a kid, James." Natasha shouted, turning her head in Bucky's direction "She's a grown-up teenager now."
"Talia, I think you are just overreacting right now." Bucky kept trying to calm his wife, sparing a glance in your direction
He looked down at your plate that was untouched, the effect of your lack of appetite obvious on your skinny and fragile frame.
"I think I'm full." You quickly sat up from the table
"Sit back down, right in this instance, Y/N." Natasha shouted at you "You don't disrespect your mother like that and get away with it."
"Well, lately, you didn't act like a mother at all." You shouted back at Natasha, pain evident in your voice, but Natasha was oblivious to it "All you care about is Tanya."
"Because she's my child!" Natasha screamed offended "It's only normal to care for her."
"I used to be your child as well!" You shouted, tears forming in your eyes "I still am your child."
"You're not mine!" Natasha shouted and you widened your eyes shocked "You're not anything to me! You aren't my child because you don't have my blood. I didn't carry you or feel you grow day by day inside of me. But with Tanya, I did. You are just a mistake, Y/N!"
"You are the mistake here, Mom!" You cried, slightly lifting your sleeves as Bucky's eyebrows shot in his hairline "Look!" You showed your scarred wrists to the woman "This is all because of you! Why can't you love me like any mother should do? Blood shouldn't be important! You raised me, Natasha."
Bucky reached his metal arm slowly towards your extended arms to inspect your wrists but he was pushed aside by Natasha, who blocked out the fact that you were hurting because of her and ignored the truth, her intrusive thoughts winning as she said something she would never be able to take back.
"You were never truly a part of this family, Y/N!" Natasha shouted "Get that in your head. You are not our blood and you will never be. I saved you because I thought that you would change but I see that you didn't. You are the same. But I did change. I am not the same Natasha that I was in the Red Room. I am better."
Shaking your head, you took a few steps backward.
"I can't believe you." You whispered in disbelief
"Y/N..." Bucky breathed out, sitting up from his chair "Don't listen to your mother, she's just tired. She didn't mean what she said."
"She knew damn well what she was saying." You kept shaking your head, a lone tear falling down your cheek
"Then get that in your head once and for all." Natasha shouted once more, stubbornly fixated on her wrong belief that she was right
"I hate you!" You shouted at Natasha "I wish you never rescued me from the Red Room!"
And with that, you stormed out of the house and ran into the veil of darkness provided by the night.
Bucky tried to run after you but it was too late.
He found no sight of you or any clue where you might have run away to.
Bucky walked inside the house and looked at Natasha who was still oblivious to the damage she had done and muttered one question.
"What have you done?!"
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natsglorifiedsimp · 6 months
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Grew up and fade away
- here's the last request of all time :)) I'll miss writing fics ig but the good news is I'll probably just delete the app so you guys can still enjoy my fics!! It's been a great year and a half with this app :3
"She's never gonna understand, Nat" Wanda spoke in a hushed tone.
A furrowed eyebrow and worried looks have been shared all night. Never in a million years, had they thought this could happen. You are so precious and sweet.
"Mama?"
They immediately put a smile on their faces. Trying to get rid of the frown and act like everything is fine.
"Yes, honey?" Wanda answered.
"Where are we going?" you questioned. "And why do I need to bring Mrs. Widow?" you were referring to the plushie they gave you on your 5th birthday.
Wanda looked at Natasha sending a signal to help her out because she couldn't act normal and tears were starting to build up in her eyes.
"Well, honey." Nat pondered. "Your mama and I thought we could hang out with Mrs. Widow today" she lied.
"But I only bring Mrs. Widow when you and Mama are not around" you pouted. "Are you gonna go on another trip?" you asked. Usually, they'd bring Mrs. Widow with you to Tony's to look out for you when they were on their mission.
"Oh no baby" Wanda butted in. "We're just gonna have a little get-together" she bitterly smiled. "Like a tea party"
"Okay!!" you giggled.
Oh, how innocent you were, Natasha thought. How could they leave someone like you?
On the way to your destination, you recognize the streets. You know where the car was going. And you prayed you guys were just gonna pass there.
As the car stopped your heart dropped. "Mommy? Why are we here?" Natasha looked at you and just smiled. You got out of the car confused about what was going on. You can hear Wanda's silent cry and you can get rid of the pounding in your chest.
"I don't wanna go in there" you murmured seeking comfort from your mommy by holding your arms up to get carried.
Your parents greeted the people there until they got into an office. You guys sat in silence and your grip on your mom grew stronger. You didn't want to let go.
"Mrs. and Mrs. Romanoff?" a lady with formal attire asked. Your parents simply nodded.
"She's ready for her" she ushered.
For her? Does she mean me? you thought.
When Natasha carried you to another room a person was waiting. She had the same hair as you, the same eyes, and the same nose.
"Is that my daughter?" the lady asked.
Your grip tightens more than ever. Natasha was trying to pry off your arms so the lady could have a look at you. But the more she tried the more you clung to her.
"It's okay, honey" Wanda assured.
"No!" you bite.
"It's okay, someone just wants to meet you" Wanda assured again but you weren't dumb you know where this is going.
"No, mama!" you insisted.
Natasha desperately pried you off her until your grip grew weak. She passed you to the lady like a piece of toy. You trashed around not caring who you hit.
"It's okay I'm your real mother," the lady said but you didn't care.
"NO!" you shouted. "Mama help!" you desperately cried.
Wanda cried seeing you like this. They never knew a day could come that you were gonna leave their side. Getting you from foster care when you were only 7 months old brought them joy and now that you're seven the real mother wants to take you back.
"Mama!!!! Mommy!!!!" you sobbed. They never moved and never tried to interfere. It was getting on your nerves. "MAMA!!!!"
They hadn't heard you cry like this in a while. Your cry shattered their hearts into pieces.
"Maybe it's better if you guys head out" the lady with a formal attire said.
"NO!" you insisted. "Mommy don't leave me" you wailed.
Oh, how Wanda wanted to take you and run miles from here. How desperate she was to not bring you back here. But still, they slowly went out the door.
"MAMA!!!" you wailed again trying to pry your hands out of the random lady who claims to be your mother.
"I don't want to be here!" you shouted.
"Mama, Mommy please don't leave me" you sobbed.
But all they did was smile.
P.s i dont really know how foster care works😭 bare with me for the sake of angst
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firegal19 · 1 year
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Kidnapper on the phone: We have your child
Natasha: No, Peter is next to me doing his homework and Y/n is listening to music on the couch
Kidnapper: Then who just asked for me to put hot sauce on her Mac and cheese?
Natasha: OMG, you have my sister Yelena
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doudouneverte · 1 year
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Worried Moms
a/n: hey it's my first request, i hope you'll like it. I loved to write it.
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WandaNat x adoptive!daughter!reader; Natasha Romanoff x Wanda Maximoff; Avengers x teen!f!reader
Request: And I do have something to request if you feel comfy doing it. Mom!Wanda and Mama!Nat with the reader as their daughter. Reader gets sick and tries to hide it and push through it but they end up fainting or something like that, cue to mama bears mothering her to health. (Idk if fainting can be considered a trigger but if it's for you, I'd gladly read the fic with whatever you have in mind.). [Request by @darkstar225]
Summary: You're sick but you have to hid it from your moms because you want to go in mission, unfortunatly for you and Sam everything don't go well.
Type: Fluff
Warning: maybe 'fucked up' use three time
word count: 1319
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You awoke with a headache; it was unusual for you to become ill since gaining your powers. You didn't know if it was a bad thing, but you had to hide it; the next week, you'll go on a mission, but first you have to get your moms' approval. They said they would think about it if you managed to survive your training session. Easy, no? The rest of the day, your state was getting worse, but because you successfully hid it from an ex-assassin and a witch who could read your mind (even if she didn't do it without your consent), you could handle it a little longer.
The next day, otherwise, at the time you woke up, you thought you could die; if it was a cold, it was the worst you ever had. But you didn't really have the time to think about it; you checked your clock: 9 a.m., which meant you had one hour before the start of your training session. You decided to take a hot shower; it was helpful for the next 40 minutes. Today you were paired with Sam to upgrade your hand-to-hand combat skill. At first it was like usual, but suddenly your breath hurt your lungs. You stopped and tried to process what was happening, but Sam punched you in the face. It wasn't a strong punch; he restrained himself, but due to your poor condition, you fell on the training ground with your eyes closed; you were knocked out. When your body hit the ground, everyone in the room froze. There was silence until Sam kneeled next to you and asked, "Y/n? Y/n, are you all right?"
Obviously not, but you didn't mind that he couldn't think clearly. To be honest, no one could; the Falcon picked you up from the floor and ran to the med bay, followed by all the rest of the team.
"You're fucked up, Sam." Bucky said,
"I didn't do anything; we were training, and I just tried to punch her. "Usually, she'd dodge and hit me back," he defended himself.
"But now she's knocked out, and the only person with her was you. FRIDAY, could you please call doctor Cho?" Steve asked the A.I.
"It's done, Mr. Roger," the IA confirmed, but the hero couldn't respond before FRIDAY spoke again. "Mrs. Romanoff and Mrs. Maximoff are back."
There; he was fucked up. On their way to the kitchen, the two redheads found Helene, who was in a hurry and bumped into the shorter woman. "Sorry Natasha, I didn’t look where I was walking,” she apologized, and the Russian nodded.
“It’s okay, don’t worry, but you seem in a hurry, so we will not restrain you more.” She said and stepped aside to let the doctor resume her course. Wanda just had the time to put the bags on the counter when FRIDAY spoke.
“Mrs. Maximoff, Mrs. Romanoff, the doctor needs you in the infirmary right now.” The two women exchange a confused look before heading to where they were called. In front of the room, the witch felt a wave of fear and sadness, and she started to worry. Of course, Nat noticed and grabbed her hand before they walked into the room.
Their eyes widened when they saw you in the bed; they rushed to you before any of them could say anything Sam explained what’s happened. “How couldn’t you notice she was not like usual?” the Russian yelled at him, and nobody found the courage to defend him.
Wanda approached you and cupped your cheek. "Don't worry, dragă (darling), she's fine," the Sokovian assured her, and Helen spoke up.
"Don’t worry, Natasha I just got the results from the test, and it seems she just has a cold.” The doctor reassured her, and the ex-assassin seemed to be more calm. “She just needs to rest for a week. I’ll give you some medicine in case she needs it after she wakes up.” Everyone except your mothers left you after your mothers nodded.
After two hours, you awoke. You were surrounded by two worried redheads. “Hey, you.” you said softly.
“Hey, you.” Wanda said, and Natasha gave you a soft smile. “How are you feeling?” the witch asked you.
“Like I collided with a bus, but he was moving. But I think I'm okay," you said, looking around and raising your brows. "Where am I?" you inquired.
“In the infirmary,” the Black Widow said this time, “we were really worried about you when Sam told us what’s happened.”
You sighed “I’m sorry,” you said quietly.
“Since when?” Wanda asked, and her wife looked at her confused. “Since when have you been like this?” she added.
“Yesterday.” You admitted it shyly.
“Yesterday!?” the older woman loudly repeated, and you nodded. “Why did you hide it from us?” She inquired, a little concerned about her failure to notice it earlier.
You played with your fingers to try to erase your anxiety, “because you said you’d let me go with you if I finished the training session. And I wanted to make you proud of me, and show you I was ready. So, I forced myself to not let you know and not think about it when I was near Mama.” You paused a moment, saying, "I'm sorry if it makes you worry," and some tears found their way into the corner of your eyes.
“Hey, it’s okay.” Nat cupped your cheek and brushed your tears with her thumb. “It’s okay; we’re a little worried, but it’s okay; we’re not mad or anything. You don’t have to cry, malyshka (baby girl)” their eyes were wet too.
You were about to speak again when a red whip lifted you. The scarlet magic tickled you “We can’t stay here, and you have to rest.” The witch said, and you laughed, “What is so funny?” She gave you a falsely curious look.
“It-haha…it’s tickling me.” You barely said and before you could notice she lend you on your bed. ‘Thank you,” you said, and they gave you a kiss on both cheeks before heading to the door. “Where are you going?’ you asked.
“We must cook you something. We’ll not let you like that.” Wanda said before they left the room. In the kitchen, everybody was waiting for the two women to give an update.
“How is our little fireball?” Tony asked.
“Much better,” Wanda replied, “she just needs rest. We put her in her bed, and we’ll cook something, so she’ll eat before sleeping again.” She explained, and after that, Natasha hit Sam’s head.
“What was that for?” he asked, a little scared.
“You hit our baby girl.” the Russian replied; “you’re lucky Wanda didn’t throw you away earlier,” she added, and the atmosphere changed. “And for the mission, I think we will let you go. We will stay with Y/n. I’ll text Fury.” She explained, nobody found any reason to argue; they know how much they love you, so it's obvious they’ll never let you alone in this condition.
You spent the next week in your bedroom, surrounded by your moms’ love; you couldn’t leave your bed without one of them following and making sure you were okay. Sam was not allowed to approach you for a month. It was pretty funny, and after that, he spent two months making sure you forgave him, even if you assured him it was not his fault.
This little incident proved how much they loved you, and of course you were glad even if you already knew that. You adored them just as much as they do.The world knew how scary the Black Widow and the Scarlet Witch were, and Sam could approve. But the world didn’t know how lovely and careful they could be, between them, of course, but twice as much with you.
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marvelflame2010 · 10 months
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Natasha x daughter
"Mom, I'm home from school!", introduced Y/n as she entered the empty apartment. She walked into the kitchen and noticed a note on the fridge. 
 The note read, "Y/n, I was called on a mission. I'll be back late again. Don't burn the kitchen down making pasta. (JK, I know you are better than that ;) ). See you soon, love. -Mom."
Y/n smiled at the note and sat down to start her homework.
*Time skip*
Y/n was just getting ready to start dinner when her phone rang. The contact read, "UNKNOWN."
Rolling her eyes, knowing what's about to happen, Y/n answered the phone. "Y/n here, no I will not give you the homework answers. Look it up."
"Miss Y/n", a gravely voice rang, "I have kidnapped your mother."
"Who?", Y/n taunted the man.
"Your mother. Natasha Romanoff. Black Widow", the man answered, raising his eyebrow.
"Oh, that mom! Yeah, can you put her on the phone please?", Y/n asked.
The man was confused and looked at his friend for backup, to which he shrugged.
"Ok", the man said, giving the phone to Natasha, who was tied up in a chair.
She positioned the phone under her neck. "Hi, hon", she greeted her daughter.
"Hi, Mom. Quick question. If you got stabbed in between your 4th and 5th ribs, would you cough up blood?"
"...Probably. Why, were you stabbed?", asked Natasha.
"No, I was just curious because we need to write a short story for English class that is due in 2 weeks and I want to write about this woman who has continued to kill her soulmate to stay alive because if you meet your soulmate, you grow old. But she doesn't want to grow old and kills her soulmate, but he just keeps coming back to live over and over", Y/n explained.
"That is a really good idea, and I would be like to read it when you are done", Natasha answered, interested.
"Cool beans. Anyway, I'm just about to make dinner and re-watch 'Moana'. I'll let you get back to kicking butt", Y/n said.
"Alright. Love you", Natasha said.
"Love you more Mom. Stay safe! Don't get stabbed", Y/n warned, before hanging up.
The kidnapper took the phone, and processed to get head-butted by the infamous Black Widow.
*Time skip*
Natasha walked inside the apartment to darkness. She saw a note on the table along with a plate of pasta.
The note read, "Hey Mom. Made dinner and saved you a plate. Went to bed at 9 and maybe stole one of your shirts again. Tony called and said something about an update for your widow bite things. Chat tomorrow. Love you. -Y/n"
Natasha smiled walked to Y/n's room to see a sleeping Y/n, with a shirt on that Natasha stole from Clint in her early S.H.I.E.L.D. days. She walked over and kissed Y/n on the head.
"Sweet dreams, detka", Natasha whispered before she walked back to the kitchen for food.
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Hi there
Can I please request a WandaNat and reader daughter please?
Natasha is our mum and is worried about us at school when we show up with a black eye.
Natasha's girlfriend Wanda is a teacher at a private school and gets us in. But finds out we have dyslexia and both women work hard to help us get up to the right reading level.
Or something. I'm not really sure, but anything you come up with will be amazing I'm sure 😉
Love your work ..... Happy thanksgiving !
Warnings: mentions of bullying and some other stuff.
Age: 15
Word Count: 1,133
Requests: Open
Summary: Read the request and it will explain everything
Requested by: @m0use123
Date: 23/02/2024
paring: Natasha and Wanda
A/N: Thank you for your request I hope that you like it even though it's not great but it just be like that sometimes.
Also Happy very very late Thanksgiving, Christmas, New Year and whatever other holidays have passed since you sent in your request.
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There used to be a time, believe it or not when you loved going to school but ever since you started high school everything changed.
You somehow managed to find yourself being the main target for the bullies in your year. Maybe it was because they found out that you were an Avenger's daughter who had no special abilities or that there was something wrong with your brain that constantly made you mess up on words when you had to read aloud in class.
They convinced you that you were worthless and that you would never achieve anything in life.
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It was the last class of the day which happened to be gym and of course, your gym teacher thought it was a brilliant idea to have a game of dodgeball.
It was a disaster from the moment the game started. The bullies seemed to only be throwing the balls at you and either the teacher didn't notice or just didn't care but he didn't interfere once that was until one of them threw the ball right at your eye and you spent the rest of the class sitting on the bench holding an ice pack to your eye.
Finally, the torture ended and you made it home without any other injuries apart from the very swollen soon-to-be black eye.
You stood outside the door with the key in your hand hoping that your mom wouldn't be there. You knew that she was going to see it eventually it's not like that you just avoid her completely for the next week or so while it healed.
Just in case she was in there you put up your hood and then unlocked the door.
You walked into the apartment and of course, your mom was sitting on the couch but she was on her laptop hopefully she's distracted enough for you to quickly get past her without her saying anything.
"How was school baby?" Natasha asked.
"Fine." You responded continuing to walk to your room.
You had done it you managed to get past her without her saying anything.
"Stop right there Y/N," Natasha said standing up and walking over to you.
Well, you got away with it for a while 10 seconds.
You still had your back towards her. She pulled down your hood then gently placed her hands on your shoulders and turned you around to face her.
Natasha let out a sharp gasp when she saw the bruised eye. She put her finger under your chin and lifted your head to get a better look
"What happened? Who did this?" she asked with a mix of anger and worry in her voice.
"It's fine mama." You said pushing her hand away. "It was just a dodgeball accident."
"Was it the same kids who have been bullying you?" Natasha asked.
You responded by nodding your head.
"Unbelievable," Natasha mumbled. "Give me their names I'm going to call the school again in the morning."
While you were giving Natasha the names of the kids. The front door opened and Natasha's girlfriend Wanda walked in. "What's going on?" She asked.
"See for yourself," Natasha said moving out of the way.
Wanda walked over to you “Oh my god… are you okay?” She asked.
You nodded your head as Wanda put her arm around you and rubbed your arm gently.
“It really was just an accident. I should have been paying more attention or something.” You said trying to downplay what happened.
"No Y/N, this isn't your fault they were purposely aiming at you," Natasha said putting a bag of something very close to your face.
You moved your head away unaware of what she was doing.
"It's just a bag of frozen peas for your eye Y/N," Natasha said
"Oh, okay." You said as Natasha gently pressed the bag onto your eye.
You didn't even notice her going into the kitchen to get them so she must have used her mom's powers to magically summon them.
"Since you're already in a bad mood, I think that it's now a good time to show you something."
"Show me what?" Natasha asked.
You put the bag of frozen peas on the unit, picked up your bag took out your most recent English test paper and handed it to your mom with the score facing down.
She looked at the paper and let out a loud sigh. "Really Y/N 12 out of 45 that's not good enough.
"Honestly I'm surprised that I even got that much right."
You looked at your mom and she looked back at you with that unamused look that she does.
"Wow, tough crowd." You mumbled.
"This is the third test in test in the past week that you have failed Y/N what am I going to do with you."
"It's not my fault that the bullying is causing me so much stress that I can't concentrate and I couldn't remember anything that I was reading." You said picking up the bag of frozen peas and holding it against your eye.
"I know honey but it's the only school that's close enough. The next public school is 2 hours away and I don't have time to drive you there and back every day." Natasha said.
"What about the private school that I work at?" Wanda chimed in. "I can ask the principal if there is a space available."
"I was thinking more of homeschooling but I guess that works too." You said removing the bag of peas away from your eye.
"Well, it better be since I'm not homeschooling you," Natasha said as she took the bag from you and walked into the kitchen.
"Don't worry Y/N there is zero tolerance for bullying so that's one less thing to worry about," Wanda told you.
"I hope so." You mumbled.
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It took three months of waiting and suffering at the public school then a space became available for you. The school even had a policy that children of the facility got in for free but even though you weren't related to Wanda the principal made an exception just for you.
Your grades started to improve after a week of being at the new school but not as good as what everyone would have liked them to be.
You were still finding reading and spelling difficult so you were given an appointment to speak to the student support teacher and after lots of different types of tests, it suddenly became clear as to why you were struggling so much. You were diagnosed with dyslexia.
The student support teacher provided you with different types of materials to help you improve and you were given more time, a reader and a scribe during tests to give you that extra support to help you succeed.
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d-romanov · 4 months
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float around and ghost my friends, part 2
[part one here]
1.4k words (this one’s a bit shorter, sorry!)
[ natasha x hydra!teen!reader ]
The morning after the party, you and your mom have an important conversation.
TWs: depression, underage drinking, past trauma and abuse
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When you wake up it feels like it takes hours. The crack in your curtains lets the sun hit directly in your eyes, making your head scream in even worse pain than it was. Your mouth and throat are so dry it hurts to swallow, but you think you’d rather die than get out of bed right now, so you burrow further into your pillow instead. You squeeze your eyes shut and attempt to hide from the sun, until you realize your pillow isnt a pillow and is, in fact, Natasha.
you already know pretending you’re still asleep is off the table, she’s a spy after all, but you don’t want to be the one to start the conversation this morning.
Is it morning?
You’re not sure the time but you’re sure as hell not opening your eyes to figure it out, your head is still pounding.
“y/n? You awake?” Despite how softly she speaks it sounds like a gunshot to your head, so instead of answering you hide your head with a groan. “Come on, bubs, let’s get you some painkillers.” She urges you to sit up and you do so sluggishly, it feels like your arms are made of lead when you bring them up to rub your bleary eyes. She reaches over for the glass on the side of your bed and drops a few pills into your hand.
You quickly take the pills and drain the cup in a few gulps, guess you didn’t realize how thirsty you were until the water hit your throat. Natasha takes the empty cup and you curl back into her, determined to sleep off the rest of the hangover and postpone your punishment for last night. Natasha’s not mad yet, and you want that to last as long as you can manage.
You feel her sigh as she pulls the blanket up to your chin. “Get some rest детка, i’ll be here when you wake up.” She says it like a promise, and you stop fighting sleep.
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Natasha has seen you sick before, you’d had a bad head cold just a few months ago, and you tried to deny it the first two days. Natasha has never seen you like this, though. So small, fragile almost. More like a child now than she knew you’d been growing up. Most days you were attached at her hip, and she’d noticed it happening more recently, but you weren’t so open about it.
Last night, and even this morning however, were different. Very different. She’d never known you to be scared, or to let yourself be so vulnerable, and to be honest it scared her. The party was supposed to be good for you, but now Natasha was worried she’d brought back old habits from before.
Bringing you home was one thing, but the clinging and tears were out of character for you. She didn’t mind it, not at all, but the sudden shift gave her the impression something else was going on, something that wasn’t just the alcohol.
God, seeing you so upset and so out of it broke her heart, knowing she couldn’t take the pain away. You’re her kid, and she would do anything for you.
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you wake up just a couple hours later, headache far more dull and with more energy than before. You hear a page in a book turn next to you and remember why you went back to sleep the first time. You’re careful not to move and to keep your breathing steady, you don’t want to be awake yet.
“I know you’re awake.” She says, and she’s still so quiet when she says it, but you can tell in her voice she’s upset. It’s not an angry-upset, but it’s enough that you’re practically holding your breath. She must’ve noticed you tense because she rubs your arm in a soothing manner. It helps.
“I’m not upset with you, okay? I just,” She pauses to breathe and you hear her book shut softly. “I just want to know what happened last night, and why you were drinking.”
You swallow thickly and try to ignore the burning in your eyes. “I’m sorry.”
“Hey, hey, there is nothing you need to apologize for, okay? I’m not mad at you i’m just worried about you. I want to make sure you’re okay.” You just keep your eyes forward, staring at the wall and not daring to look Natasha in the eyes because you know you'll just start crying and you wont be able to stop.
“I just wanted to feel normal for once. I-“ You suck in a sharp breath, willing yourself to just get the damn words out. “I wanted to feel like a real kid who gets to just have fun an-and not care about shit and get triggered by someone talking too loud or something breaking or-“ You sniff, “Or be someone who can actually sleep through the night on their own! I can’t even fucking do that!” You sit up with your face in your hands and tug at your hair roughly . “I cant just be friends with people i need to be sure they’re not gonna fucking give me back to-“
Natasha pulls you into her arms and you just break. Your hands leave your head and cling to the back of her night shirt instead while you sob into her shoulder. And she just holds you and rocks you back and forth. She just holds you so tight and it feels like she’ll never let you go, the kind of hold you’ve needed for a long time.
“I-, ah fuck i’m- im sorry,” You don’t fully know why you’re apologizing, just that it feels like you should. You pull away from her but she holds your arms to keep you from fully separating. “I didn’t meant to-to fall apart like that i just,” You look down and squeeze your eyes shut.
Natasha brings her hands up to swipe the tears from your cheeks. “No, bubs you don’t have to apologize. You never have to apologize for having these feelings, okay? If you need to vent or cry or just need me to be here i will. I always, always will, okay?” You look her in the eyes and nod as your body finally calms down, you feel well and truly loved.
You fall back into her, relishing in the warmth her arms give you. You’re comfortable for a while, just sitting together, and Natasha speaks again.
“I hate to ask but, what made you think that alcohol was going to help?” You sigh heavily and lean farther into her. You’re not worried anymore, at least not as much as when you woke up, but that didn’t make it easier to talk about.
“When i was-, when i was There it was the only thing i had to make the pain stop.” You pause and Natasha squeezes you again, urging you to continue. “It’s not like they were really planning to give me anything that would actually help, just shitty drinks to make me shut up.”
Talking about your time with Hydra would never be easy, but Natasha was keeping you grounded. You couldn’t keep the anger out of your voice but you decided a long time ago you really didn’t care. That place was hell.
Natasha takes an exaggerated breath in and out and you copy it, calming your racing heart. “I know the feeling, the Red Room had a similar system.” She rubs your back soothingly, “You haven’t had any drinks at the tower, have you?”
You quickly shake your head. “No, no i never liked it, i was just so tired of everything last night.” You swallow around the lump building in your throat again. “I haven’t been sleeping well for a while.”
“How long is awhile?”
You shrug, Natasha holds you tighter.
“Прости, мама.” (“I’m sorry, mama.”)
“Все в порядке, дорогая. Спасибо, что сказали мне.(“It’s alright dear. Thank you for telling me.”) Tell you what,” Natasha pulls out her phone to check the time. “Why don’t we run and grab some lunch and watch a movie? Your pick.”
You smile and pull away to stretch your back. “Can we grab something from that pizza place on the other block?”
“Pizza sounds great.”
fin.
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moiravim · 1 year
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Home Alone
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Summary: Natasha is your mom and when she dies Clint takes you in. You fall in love with your friend, Kate Bishop. You confess to her while the two of you are home alone.
Kate Bishop x GN!YN
Platonic!Clint x YN
Mention of Mom!Nat x YN
smut!! There is a warning so you can skip it if you want 🫶🫶
yn has fem reproductive organs but no pronouns are mentioned.
Natasha had adopted you after she left became an avenger. The two of you were close and she often taught you self defense as a way to bond.
When your mother had sacrificed herself for the soul stone, Clint had immediately taken you in. He comforted you on the days where you cried yourself to sleep.
You had always seen him as an uncle, but the two of you grew much closer after your mother's death.
You had met Kate shortly after you permanently moved in with Clint. At first you were nervous around her but you soon became friends.
She had no idea that you liked her much more than just as a friend.
You adored her eyes, giggle, and hair. You loved the way she spoke to you and the impression she left on you.
It was like you were only ever happy when near her. And Clint had realized. He saw how happy she made you and it relieved him that you finally had your happiness.
However, you were petrified. What if she hates you? What if she finds you repulsive? As horrible thoughts occupy your mind, your anxiety worsens.
You start to pick at your nails when Kate sits next to you on Clint's couch and puts her hands on yours. "Are you okay, YN?" She asks in a concerned tone.
You nod before responding; "yes, yes I'm alright. Hey, Kate... Can I ask you something?".
"Of course, go ahead." She tells you sweetly. You want to change the subject and give up, but it's too late now.
Plus, Clint isn't home so now is the best time to do it without being interrupted.
"I... I like you. A lot. I think I love you." You rush out as your voice starts to shake.
She grinned at you and leaned in for a kiss, which you returned.
-SMUT STARTS HERE.-
You push her forwards onto the couch as you deepen the kiss. She grips onto your hair and flips you so that she is on top.
You break away as you gasp for air and she kisses your neck with an intent to leave a mark.
You reach for her breast and squeeze it softly as she lets out a quiet pant.
She puts her hand up your shorts before looking up for your permission. You nod and she begins to play with your clit. She plays with it until your about to come and she stops.
She pulls your shorts down and shoved a finger into your pussy. She begins to stretch you as you get her finger wet.
"You like that, hmm baby?" Your eyes water as she continues to go in and out while still rubbing your clit. She slows down and threatens; "answer me or I'll stop".
You nod and shout out "please! Yes, yes I like it. I love you. Please, please touch me." She giggles at your neediness before pushing in another finger and speeding up her motions.
"Kate, I'm going to come..." she speeds up and lets you ride out your orgasm. Her fingers are soaked with your cum and she slows down before pulling her fingers out and shoving then into your mouth.
"Aww baby, come on... let's get you cleaned up." You nod as she guides you to the bathroom to dry yourself.
She kisses your cheek as she uses a towel to wipe off the sticky cum from your skin.
You hug her and smile as you take in the moment. The pace of her breathing. The scent of her hair. The touch of her skin on yours. You love her and she loves you.
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Confession
Part 8 to the series Shapeshifter
Summery : Once the truth if out maybe you'll finally get your happy family or maybe not?
Warning\s : Talks about murder, None I think
Paring : Wanda Maximoff x [Shapeshifter] Reader [Teen] | Natasha Romanoff x Wanda Maximoff
Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 | Chapter 6 | Chapter 7 | Chapter 8 |
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You look at Natasha and Wanda in wonder. They just saw the cat they had claimed as their own family change from a black cat to a Lizard and A floating glowing man and yet they were the ones comforting you. It was honestly something you had been praying for, someone who understood and cared for you as you. 
"Why don't you change back so we can talk, yeah?" Natasha spoke after a while of silence. They didn't want you to think that they had any bad intentions with you. You looked between them and sighed. The truth is out so whatever happens next  you just need to accept it. You slowly start shifting and soon enough you are a Cat again. Natasha Raises a brow as Wanda chuckles. "We were hoping to see the real you but take as long as you need" Wanda says after noticing your confusion. "I'm not really comfortable with that" you say quietly and for a moment they are in shock but that was expected, I mean they were seeing a cat talk in a human voice, that would bring a sudden shock in anyone no matter human or god. 
"Oh um, that's going to be something to get used to. Uh, hey there." Natasha clears her throat before waving, offering her hand for you to place your paw at so you two could shake.
"Hi" you sounded so small and cute with the Cat like voice mixed with your own and it was the most adorable sight Wanda had ever seen. "You're much more shy than we thought" Wanda comments and suddenly your tail was much more fascinating than looking at them. "Don't be shy, sweet kitty. We're your Moms remember" Wanda reminds you, making you look up at them. "But but I lied to you" You say, most of your past was ruined because of this sad fact but somehow you felt this was different maybe because they haven't tried killing you or called you a monster yet. 
"So? You were scared and technically I didn't ask your permission before officially calling you my child" Wanda says with an Amused smile on her face making you purr in happiness. "See, you're back to yourself again" Nat quips as they laugh. "It's about to be 4 so no point in sleeping now. Wanna head out and take a walk? Just a few laps?" Natasha suggests Wanda who groans in defeat. "Can't we cancel that? Like come on. We just saved her from her evil arch nemesis or something" Wanda tried to get out of it, even going as far as using those Puppy eyes at Nat but Nat has better sleep control at it then Wanda initially thought so she sighs in defeat.
"Alright alright" she gives up, letting go of Natasha’s hand as she looks back at you, who was looking at the whole interaction as if you weren't a human yourself, enjoying it. "Thanks for your help y/n really appreciate it" Wanda says, tickling you on your stomach and for a moment you let your guard down but then realize that You had never mentioned your name to her, and neither had he. "How do you know my name?" You ask, taking steps away from both Redheads. 
"Oh shit  um, listen to us first okay? It's not what you think it is. Please calm down" Natasha requests as she gives a look to Wanda. "A few nights ago, you were sleep on top of me and suddenly my dream started connecting with yours I believe and suddenly I was reliving this scene of this horrible murder, people's body everywhere, you could barely recognise anyone and the  you were laying there and a man came in and he started calling your name, asking you to stay awake and then I woke up" Wanda explained a few tears dropping her eyes, just as yours.
"The County Killing." They heard you slightly say. "What?" Natasha asked, you looked up, your eyes red as you repeat yourself. "That Incident is called the county Killings. I'm the only surviving Victim of it. Not that anyone knows. They all think that little girl died there but Kevin got me out and away from the city. The man you saw with me. It was the worst that ever happened to me that I remember" you confide in them, the air now gloomy and tense. "I remember hearing about it" Natasha says next, you and Wanda look at her in question, waiting for her to elaborate.
"When I had escaped Dreykov. I was walking around  the city, trying to find a place to stay for the night when I heard a few men talking. They said that the Neighboring City of Kalis had been the victim of this horrible tragedy where almost all of them died, only a few who were lucky to not die were the ones who decided to turn in early for the night. Apparently some 'Demonic Entity' had come to the small town and cursed it. It was horrible to hear about it, "she explained. "I tried to learn more but I had to run, oksana was after me" you nodded along her words. 
"The man outside the window earlier? Yeah he's the demonic Entity they talked about. He did that, mainly to hurt me. He let me live because he wanted to torture me as much as he wants before i die myself and he knows I won't. He's a sick man" you spat in anger as you remembered that day as if it were a few hours ago, how you all had been laughing and dancing one second and suddenly everyone was dead and blood was splattered all over.
"Hey, let's not get Into that right now okay. Let's take a shower, get some exercise done and then we can grab breakfast okay?" Natasha suggested clearly both of them noticed your discomfort over the topic. "Can we go to Waffle house for breakfast?" You ask and watch Natasha's eyes shine. "Oh of course you can little sunshine. Let's go Wanda. Up up and away" Natasha said, giving you a small ruffle on your head as she pulled an already tired Wanda out of bed and pushed her out of her room, ordering her to take a quick shower and get ready. 
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Only 40 min later and you all were leaving the building, you resting inside Wanda's hoodie in warmth, one of her headphones in your ear so you could vibe with her while Natasha Started warming up. "Alright Wanda, since you had the child with you, we'll only go a mile today okay? Great let's go" without even listening for Wanda's response the Assassin starts her run, laughing as Wanda grumbled and tried to catch up with her. Key word, try. 
After a good hour and a half of Natasha running and Wanda trying not to die they stopped. Wanda hunches over and tries to catch her breath when she realizes that the big puff in the pockets of the hoodie is no longer there. "Y/n?" Wanda voices making Natasha look at her before looking at the pockets expecting either your tail or your ears but finding none. "What happened, where is she?" Natasha questions as she walks over to check on Wanda who was about to go into mama bear panic mode. Just then Natasha feels a lump on the inside of the pocket as she looks into Wanda's pockets she cof see you, as a small Lizard again, Sleeping peacefully apparently while Wanda was running. 
"Oh how safe must she feel" they hear a voice, not much of  whisper but not much loud either. Wanda feels you moving and looks down to see you poke your head out, still half asleep before you poke back in and sleep instantly. "She won't be safe for long" This time the voice is much clearer, right behind them. Wanda quickly blasted her powers even before they turned around and it hit him, the man from the window from the morning. "You. Who Do you think you are to try and hurt Y/n" Wanda voices her questions as this time she contains her powers and fights to keep him trapped inside of the ruin she has made.
The Man Laughs, his sound echoing around the area as if he was surrounding them, Natasha places her hand over Wanda's Pockets so No matter what you wouldn't wake up or Get hurt. "You have idea" He sneers as They both glare at him while he remains unfazed.
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alastorgrimm · 5 months
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shadows
chapter 4.
Pairings: Natasha X Wanda, Natasha X umbrakinetic teen fem!reader, Wanda X umbrakinetic teen fem!reader, Avengers X umbrakinetic teen fem!reader.
Warnings: swearing,
3rd person.
"hey has detka have you seen y/n it's been four hours. She's not in her room."
Natasha says to her girlfriend concerned. It's way past the time y/n should be in bed but Natasha can't find the girl to tell her that.
"I took her to the library."
Wanda responds. She seems less concerned but she hadn't seen y/n exit the library so she assumed she was still there.
"I'll go check. Thanks mylashk."
Natasha says heading for the library.
Natasha enters the library and starts to look around. Someone is definitely here as there are books missing from shelves everywhere. Whoever y/n is no where to be seen. After about thirty more minutes Natasha is about to give up. That is till she sees a mountain of books surrounding a beanbag. A bean bag that held y/n.
Y/n pov.
I don't know how long I've been in here but in all honesty I don't care either. I've been able to read so much! And no one has tried to stop me or yell at me like other bookstore customers. Then a voice breaks me from thought.
"there you are y/n I was getting worried."
It's natasha. She standing Infront of me but she doesn't look angry.
"oh.. sorry."
I am still way to quiet. I was better with Wanda. Not that I should say that. I'd offend Natasha and that would lead to.. I don't think about it.
•red head seems worried.•
•why worried? Nobody worries for us.•
•red head relieved now though.•
•did we relieve her?•
•yes.•
I drown out the shadows again. Natasha just looks at me concerned. I really need to get used to that look being aimed at me. It's.. unsettling.
"you need to go to bed now. It's late. You need sleep y'know."
Natasha says. She seems calm.
"ah.. ok. Sorry."
I say quieter. I really need to get better. Speaking to solely shadows is getting to me. Natasha nods at me.
"if it's ok but have you read all these books?"
Natasha asks. That surprised me.
"only half. The right side is ones I've read and the left I haven't."
I'm louder this time. Still quiet but louder. Good. Natasha looks at the piles. Granted the right side has more books than the left but y'know it's not that bad. Natasha then nods again.
"ah ok. Goodnight y/n."
Natasha then leaves. I get up and walk down to my room. It's quiet. Thank god. I enter my room and sit on the floor again. I'm not ready for a bed yet. Not after the years of sleeping on concrete.
It's morning. And it's bright out. I really need to darken this room.
•bright!•
•too bright.•
•tone it down!•
I try and block the shadows again but their too loud and I cant.
•make it dark again!•
•white bright too!•
Right. I need black paint. I'll find a way to get that. But I should visit the book store and see Sandra.
I walk into the main area and see Wanda and Natasha talking to a blonde woman who I assume is carol. All three turn to me.
"morning y/n."
Wanda says smiling. I'll need to get used to that. Sandra is usually the only one who smiles at me.
"morning.."
I say quietly. Damn I thought I made progress at being louder.
Wanda starts to introduce me to the blonde woman. I half don't listen. Anything I miss the shadows can tell me. Eventually Wanda stops rambling and America smiles at me. Still unsettled by the smiles.
"hey uhm.. can I go back to the bookstore. I help out there and stuff.."
I murmur nearly silent. I really really need to be louder.
•ohh visit Sandra?•
•who's Sandra?•
•friend!•
Natasha's voice breaks through the shadows muttering.
"course you can kiddo. We can walk down now if you want."
I simply nod.
The walk was quick and quiet. Thank the gods. I enter the bookstore and greet Sandra while Natasha walks away.
"hey kiddo how is living with literal superheroes?"
Sandra asks grinning while she pulls out boxes of books that need shelving.
"it's ok. Better than I expected. But I need to darken my room.. it's too bright."
I say. Here at least I speak normally.
•room is definitely too bright.•
•see Sandra again!•
•ooh yes Sandra!•
•hello Sandra!•
I let the shadows rumble their greetings as Sandra explains where the books need to go. I already know where they need to go. I've done this so many times now.
3rd person pov (with Nat and Wanda)
Natasha returned to the compound and sighed as she walk through the door to her and Wanda's level.
"well? How was the walk?"
Wanda asks from the kitchen. Natasha comes up behind her hugging her.
"quiet. She really doesn't like to talk."
Natasha responded.
"what are you cooking? It smells heavenly detka?"
"it my paprikash Nat you should know this by now."
Wanda responds giggling. Natasha smiles.
"ahh silly me."
°three hours later°
Natasha and Wanda have been watching sitcoms for the past hour now but Natasha is starting to worry about y/n.
"detka is y/n coming back alone or am I going to pick her up?"
Natasha asks the red head snuggled beside her.
"I dunno. If your worried we can walk down to find her."
Wanda sits up and turns off the tv.
"and now that you mention it I am starting to worry."
Y/n pov.
I finished shelving ages ago and now I'm reading. After about a million questions from Sandra and the shadows screaming in my ear holes I finally have some peace. And a bonus is the Sandra supplied me with black paint. So there's the brightness issue half fixed. Next is to get light blocking blinds. If I can gather the courage to ask for them that is. But that's an issue for future me to deal with.
"hey kiddo. You will still visit me despite the fact you live with heroes now right?"
Sandra's question confuses me. Why would I stop coming here?
"of course I'll keep coming. Why would I stop?"
Sandra seems a little guilty looking now.
"well you live with heroes. You hardly need a bookstore owner backing you up now. I'm half surprised you came in today."
The older woman explains. I frown.
"I live with heroes but honestly they scare the hell out of me. Besides. Your my friend. I trust you."
I easily explain. At least with Sandra I can speak normally. Then two red heads walk in. Two easily recognisable red heads. Why in Satan's name is Wanda and Natasha here?
•why they here?•
•shhh that's rude!•
•rude but good question.•
"shut up...."
I mumble to the shadows who finally listen to me and quiet. Wanda sees me and smiles. God I need to get used to that. Or she could stop doing it. Though I doubt she will.
"hey y/n. We were just wondering when you were going to be back?"
Wanda asks me. Natasha is talking to Sandra. Wanda then consequently notices the black paint.
"what's with the paint?"
The Slovakian asks.
"oh uhh.. my room is a bit bright and um.. I decided to darken it by painting it black... if that's not ok I won't and I'll just give this back to sandra..."
I murmur. God I'm still too quiet. I'll work on it.
"oh sorry. I never stopped to think if the rooms as bright. I can help paint if you want. It'll be fun!"
Wanda responds.
"and if it's still too bright we can get light cancelling blinds so then you won't need to deal with sunlight too much. You didn't seem the type for bright spaces anyway."
I sit there surprised by Wanda's response. I was expecting a scolding but this is better.. I think. Then Natasha comes over.
"alright you two let's go. Before it's dark out."
The Russian grabs Wanda's hand gently and waits for me to get my stuff before we leave.
"bye Sandra! I'll come back and I won't forget you! Promise!"
I call out to sandra.
"I'll hold you to that kiddo!"
She responds. I then follow Natasha and Wanda out and back to the compound.
Me and Wanda have just finished painting my room black while Natasha put up the sun block blinds.
"there we go. Now your room isn't so bright."
Wanda says proudly looking over our paint job.
•ooh finally not bright.•
•better much much better•
•no sun! Black everywhere!•
•we in heaven?•
I struggle to drown the shadows out. The joy I feel combined with them is too much. Oh well their rambles can go on I suppose. Natasha moves next to us and kisses wanda. I cringe internally. Is this how couples are meant to act?
"brilliant job detka. The paint looks brilliant."
Nat says and Wanda smiles.
"I'm glad the curtains didn't fall on you."
Wanda responds. Is that how your supposed to respond to that? Natasha doesn't seem unhappy...
"yes well how about we go shopping tomato fill the room up."
Natasha proposes. I perk up. Does that mean book shopping? Or drawing shopping? Will I get a new sketchpad?
"that's sounds like a brilliant idea. Y/n how do you feel?"
Wanda turns to me.
"oh.. uh yeah sounds good."
Still to goddamn quiet.
A/n: I honestly thought I posted this ages ago. Then I go to Wright chapter five and what's in my drafts? This. Oops. Sorry for those who actually like this series for the late post.
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writerslittlelibrary · 6 months
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I'm not sleeping on the floor
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summary: when you go on a mission with the famous Black Widow, who you think hates you, there appears to be some trouble with the hotel booking, one that ends in the truth being revealed.  
pairing: Natasha x teen avengers reader
warnings: none I think
genre: fluff
words: 1695
a/n: I remember reading a fic of a Natasha x reader where the hotel only had one bed and I enjoyed it so much I wanted to read more of them, but of course I could find none so I decided to write one myself :)   (if you know any fics with this concept, please tag them in the comments)
You do not have my permission to repost, copy or translate my work 
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You sighed deeply while you sat in the car at the gas station, waiting for Natasha to finish up and continue your drive to the hotel. It was late, and both of you were tired. You knew Natasha must be mentally exhausted, always feeling as if she didn’t like you that much. At first you thought it was because you were still a teenager, but now you were convinced she just didn’t like you. 
You, however, looked up to her, and when Fury made you the offer to join the Avengers you were excited to meet her. When you did, your excitement soon faded, noticing how cold she was towards you. You were heartbroken, but soon learned that staying out of her way was the best way to go. 
And so, on most days in the compound you avoided her. When she came into the training room, you’d leave, and when you came into the kitchen she’d do the same. 
It wasn’t what you hoped for, but you thought it worked to not make her upset. That changed however, when Fury decided that the next mission was perfect for the two of you to complete, going undercover as mother and daughter at an expensive party clearly meant only for the rich. You didn’t exactly come from a rich family, and you felt very out of place during the whole evening.
You didn’t think Natasha noticed, she herself looked right where she belonged, as if she was made for this kind of life. Just another thing that made the two of you different. 
Your train of thought was interrupted when the car door opened, Natasha getting in and handing you a bottle of water. You gave her a quiet ‘thank you’ and took a few sips, clearly dehydrated from being at the party too long.
“It’s about a two hour drive to the nearest hotel,” she told you, typing in some navigation in the car. “Would you like some music?” Natasha asked as she turned to you. You didn’t dare look at her, deciding to just stare at your feet. “Sure,” you told her. 
Natasha gave a hmm of acknowledgement before putting on some music, making the rest of the car ride a lot less awkward than the previous hour had been.
Once you arrived at the hotel, Natasha told you to grab your bag and follow her inside. You followed her instructions like a lost puppy, not wanting to do anything that might make Natasha mad. Once inside the hotel, Natasha walked up to the desk, asking for a room for her and her daughter. She was smart, not letting the roles you were giving fall away just yet. 
The lady at the desk smiled sweetly, typed something into her computer and then handed Natasha a key. Natasha walked back to you, motioning to the elevator. You followed her once again.
When you made it to your room, and you walked through the door, you realized there was only one bed. Something you saw Natasha wasn’t really happy with either. “Just so you know, I’m not sleeping on the floor,” she told you, settling her stuff against a wall. 
You nodded, settling your own stuff on a chair. You didn’t want to pick a side on the bed, worried Natasha would end up with a side she’d be uncomfortable with. “You can shower first,” you told her. Natasha gave a sound that resembled a ‘thanks’ before disappearing into the bathroom, leaving you alone in the empty room. 
You could hear the shower run, and the fact you didn’t have to sleep alone comforted you in a way that was hard to describe, even if it was with a person you were sure didn’t like you. You settled on sitting on the floor, grabbing your sketchbook from your bag and busying yourself with some sketching. 
Once Natasha came out, you slipped into the bathroom, wanting to shower and get into bed as quickly as possible. 
You showered quickly, getting rid of all the dirt before drying off and putting on some comfortable clothes. You walked back into the room, seeing Natasha had already settled on her side of the bed, book in her hand. She looked at you when you reentered the room, closing her book and setting it on her bedside table.
She had picked the side of the bed closest to the door. Maybe a habit of hers, you thought. So she could run out of the room the fastest. 
You walked to your bag, grabbing your favorite stuffed animal from it before settling into bed, as far away from Natasha you could manage. It was bad enough you had to sleep in the dark. All be damned if you had to sleep without your stuffed animal as well. 
You felt Natasha’s eyes on you, eyeing you as you kept your stuffed animal close. You thought she was judging you for still sleeping with one, not realizing she was simply concerned. 
You crawled under the covers, making sure Natasha had all the space she needed. This, of course, didn’t go unnoticed by the redhead, but she decided not to comment on it. 
When you joined the Avengers she didn’t agree with it at all. She told Fury she found you way too young, not even being a legal adult yet. Fury dismissed her, saying you were a perfect person. She was upset when Fury didn’t agree with her, and when she met you she was hesitant. When she saw you for the first time, her heart simply broke. You looked so young, and in your eyes she could see the world hadn’t been kind to you. 
You greeted her with a smile though, one Natasha found herself being unable to return. You were just a child. How could Fury possibly ever send you on a mission. How could he ask you to risk your life for something you probably didn’t even understand yet. After she met you, she was avoiding you, not wanting to face the reality of the fact you were risking your life in their team. When she saw you train it reminded her of the Red Room, feeling as though she was no better when she let you join the Avengers. 
Little did she know that you took this behavior as resentment towards you. And so, you started avoiding her, sensing that you made the Russian uncomfortable.  You didn’t want to be in her way, so you stayed out of it. You avoided her, and Natasha simply thought you learned about her past and were afraid of her. She decided to avoid you too, not wanting to scare you or make you uncomfortable. 
And so, the cycle began. Both of you avoided the other for months, until this mission was called. Natasha was excited she got to work with you one on one, but she was worried you wouldn’t like it. 
She sensed your uncomfortable feeling throughout the whole party, hating herself for not knowing what to do about it. When she saw the one bed she was simply afraid she’d make you more uncomfortable. She decided to sleep closest to the door so she could protect you if anything were to happen, something you picked up wrongly as well.
When she saw your stuffed animal, her heart simply broke. It was just another realization for her about how young you really were. You weren’t supposed to do these kinds of missions yet. 
“Goodnight,” she told you, turning the lights off. l
The room was completely dark, scaring you in a way you couldn’t really explain. You never liked the dark, but after your father would lock you up in that dark room every time he got sick of you, you feared it more than anything else. 
You whimpered slightly, hoping Natasha didn’t notice. Of course she did, but she didn’t let you know that. You clutched your stuffed animal closer to your body. You were terrified, feeling as though you were back in that little room. Natasha, nor any of the other Avengers knew about your past. Together with Fury you decided to keep it a secret, thinking it was better that way.
You shivered, pulling the blanket a little higher up. 
“Are you okay?” you heard a voice from beside you. Your head whipped around, your mind completely leaving the hotel room and you got stuck inside your own head. 
“It’s okay, it’s just me,” Natasha said, sitting up a little. “You’re safe,” you looked at her with fear for a few seconds, before you realised where you were. Your body relaxed a little, the blanket not held so tight anymore. 
“Do you not like the dark?” Natasha asked you carefully. You slowly shook your head, scared you might make her upset. “We can keep a light on, or I could hold you… maybe…” Natasha continued unsure. She still thought you were afraid of her, and didn’t want to overstep.
“Why would you help me? You don’t even like me…” you told her, looking down at your stuffed animal. 
Natasha frowned. Was that really what you thought of her? “What do you mean?” she asked you confused. “You walk away when I’m training, you don’t even look at me, and you always seem to be mad at me,” you told her slowly, still not looking at her.
“I thought you were afraid of me…” Natasha said softly. You looked at her now, eyes a little wide. “Afraid of you? No. I admired you. I just figured you didn’t like me so I kept my distance,” you explained to her. Natasha smiled at you. “I didn’t agree with Fury for placing you on the team because you’re so young. It has nothing to do with you, or the person you are,” Natasha explained, shuffling a little closer.
“Come here.” She opened her arms, letting you shuffle into them. “I’ll protect you, I promise,” she said as she held her arms around you, giving you a secure and safe feeling.
“Thank you,” you whispered, closing your eyes. “Anytime kid,” Natasha replied as she let her own eyes close, falling asleep peacefully. 
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griffin-girl-r · 4 months
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You're not mine (Part 2)
Created: 10.10.2023
Finished: 15.11.2023
Edited: 15.11.2023
Age: 15
Word count: 2,793
Warnings: Abandonment, Pain
Request: Yes (Wattpad user)
Pairing: WinterWidow
Soldat = Soldier
Part 1 , Part 3
"Very good, soldier." A voice interrupted the brief silence that had fallen over the room "You have finally completed your training and you're now ready for a very special mission."
The man stepped forward, allowing himself to get a better view of the subject in front of him in the dimness of the room.
You lift your head, every breath coming out in labored breaths, as you took in the sight of the agent in front of you.
Today's training session has been more intense than any other one, demanding you to overuse your powers.
"And what that might be?" You breathed out, straightening your back
The agent smirked "Oh, I can guarantee that you'll love this mission." He sang
"Then I am ready for any mission the organization has for me." You replied, intrigued by all the mystery of this upcoming mission
"That's what we love to hear." The man declared "Then it's time for you to know the target of your mission."
The agent lifted his hand and held a file up, extending it for you to grab.
"You have all the details here." He declared
You curiously opened the file and peeked at the first page inside of it.
You swallowed the lump that formed in your throat unexpectedly but you tried to maintain your composure as the reality of your actions and the identity of your supposed target settled in.
"I can't." You mumbled, your voice betraying your inner turmoil, as you quickly passed the file back to your boss "This wasn't the deal."
The agent chuckled.
"This was very much the deal, young soldier." He coldly replied "As I can remember, this was the plan you asked our help for."
A shiver ran down your spine and the rhythm of your heartbeat quickened its pace.
"No." You hesitantly shook your head "I said I needed help to take my revenge on her." You explained "Not on all of them. Not on him."
"But why stop there?" The agent raised his eyebrow "Why would you want to take your revenge on just one person when you can take it on all of them?"
"Even if it was true, the others are still my family." You reasoned
"Your family?!" The agent shouted, immediately silencing you "Must I remind you that this so-called family of yours abandoned you, that they threw you away as if you were mere trash?"
"It doesn't matter, Sir." You held your ground "I am not going to kill the Avengers."
You blinked.
The agent grabbed you by your vest with such force that, for a second, you weren't able to process what was happening.
"Listen here, Y/N." The agent mockingly whispered your name "This is HYDRA, not that joke of an agency called S.H.I.E.L.D. you grew up in. Your mission is to kill all of the Avengers, starting with those traitors who are now called Natasha Romanoff and Bucky Barnes. Am I clear?"
"Sir..." You tried to conceal the fear you were feeling, failing miserably "Sir, this went too far. I'm sorry but I can't." You shook your head
A shout was heard and your body collided with the cold floor as the HYDRA agent pushed you with all his force.
"Y/N Yelena Romanova." The agent shouted "You have been ours long before Natalia Romanova decided to play pretend that she can be something she was never meant to be." He hissed "A mother."
You kept your mouth shut, too afraid of saying something that might anger the agent more as he continued speaking.
"She stole you from us, gave you another name, just for you to return on your own will to us and ask us for help to get your revenge on her." He reminded you "We took you in, trained you, gave you powers, all just so you could make her pay and now you dare to reject the opportunity to kill them?!"
"Sir, I just..." You tried to defend yourself
"Shut up!" He ordered "I am going to give you three hours to think about your answer just to show you that we can have some understanding towards our subjects and when I'll summon you back to me, I hope I won't regret giving you a chance."
You nodded "Yes, Sir!"
"Now disappear." He pointed with his head towards the door
You stood up from the ground and dusted your clothes before making your way to your assigned room.
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Your heart pounded in your chest as you sniffled your fear away.
This was what you wanted after all.
This was what you needed.
You needed revenge and this was the only way you could achieve your goal.
Machines hummed and buzzed around you but you tried to not mind their noise as you were keeping your calm demeanor as a façade to protect yourself.
"Alright, subject." A man dressed in a white coat looked at you "Are you ready for this?"
You nodded, determination shining in your tired eyes "As ready as I can be. If this will help me prove to my mother that I can be useful too, then hurry up and do it."
"She's ready." Another man's voice was heard from somewhere inside the room but you couldn't tell exactly who spoke as the restrainents that kept you glued to the cold metallic table stoped you from looking
The man with the white coat pressed a few buttons and in a fraction of a second, pain flooded through your body as waves of electricity swirled around you, sending shocks flooding through your body.
Time seemed to stay still as you screamed out in agony out of pure reflex, your body spasming with each shockwave you received.
In that moment, buried memories resurfaced inside your mind.
You remembered the happier times and a pang of sadness weighed heavy on your heart.
But just as the good memories came to the front of your mind, so did the bad ones, reminding you of the true reason why you came to HYDRA for help.
The Avengers hate HYDRA and HYDRA hates the Avengers.
You hoped that by joining and serving the rival organization, you could make Natasha realize how wrong she was for treating you like she did.
You hoped to make them feel betrayed and rejected.
Just as you felt.
Darkness enveloped you, and your weakened body stopped spasming, but one thing remained clear as daylight to you.
You will take your revenge on your family for their betrayal by serving their greatest enemy, HYDRA.
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You stared at the cement ceiling of your cell.
Your thirst for revenge was just as present as it was four months ago when you joined HYDRA.
The agent was right.
You wanted to kill the Avengers and make them pay for all of your suffering.
But still, one thing made you hesitate.
You sighed.
A memory of a smiling Tanya came to your mind and you remembered that she was as innocent as you were in this whole ordeal.
She deserved to grow up surrounded by the love of her parents as she has never done anything else other than loving you like her older sister who you actually were.
Then you thought of Bucky and the last memory you shared with him.
That fateful night, he had bought you a journal, hoping that it would help you manage your feelings better if you wrote them on the paper.
Comparing him to Natasha now, you realize that he was more of a parent to you than Natasha ever was.
How are you supposed to kill him?
Your door burst open and a security agent, who is in charge of maintaining order, walked inside your room.
"The boss calls you to him." He announced in a bored voice
You nodded "Tell him I am coming."
-
You stepped in the silence of the private office, allowing your senses to highen, as your eyes darted aimlessly around the room.
"I have been waiting for you." The voice of the man who had been in charge of your training was heard "Welcome!"
"I would thank you, Sir." You put your hands behind your back "But here doesn't exist such thing as being welcomed anywhere."
The man laughed.
"I see you learned the lesson." He smiled pleased "I hope you bring good news to me."
You kept quiet for a few moments, searching for a way to put your decision into words in such a way that HYDRA wouldn't decapitate you in a matter of seconds.
"So?" The man asked again, impatient
"Sir..." You began, taking your time to form every word that came out of your mouth "I am forever grateful for the chance you offered me and the resources you put at my disposal to achieve my ambitions."
The man slightly smiled, knowing that he had won.
"The Avengers have done me so many wrongdoings that I lost count of them." You continued "And after the time I have been granted to carefully choose the course I want for the next events to take, I came with the answer."
The man in front of you leaned backward in his chair, his body visibly relaxed as he waited for your final decision.
"I will..." You took a deep breath, steeling yourself "Not kill the Avengers, Sir. I am sorry, but I can't. They're my family no matter what."
The HYDRA agent shot up from his chair as his eyes went wide with shock.
"What did you say?!" He shouted, completely taken by surprise by your decision
"I said that I will not kill the Avengers." You repeated "I meant it when I said that everything has gone too far, Sir. Yes, I did want to take revenge on them, specifically my mother, but killing them was never my intention. All I wanted was to make them feel betrayed and hurt by becoming a HYDRA agent. Nothing more, nothing less."
"You foolish, lab rat!" The man sneered and pointed his finger at you "We created you! If you're here today it is all thanks to us! Our scientists were the ones who were in charge of creating you out of almost nothing! Now you dare defy us? You have the audacity to bite the hand that fed you?"
You looked around the room, trying to avoid the man's furious gaze.
"Please understand, Sir." You tried to reason "My heart and conscience don't let me murder the persons that saved me from hell and I realized that I made a mistake to return to the hell from where I've been rescued all these years ago."
The man calmly hummed "Hmm, so that's what you call it? A mistake?"
You braced yourself for what could happen next as you watched the man wave his hand at the shadows behind his back.
"I would call it a blessing." He said "You returned where you belong. To your true family and if your feelings stop you from taking action against your kidnappers, then we will help you gather the courage you need."
You shook your head, understanding what the agent's words meant.
"No..." You breathed out fearfully
But it was already too late.
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Tanya sat on the carpet placed in the middle of the living room, playing with her toys, as she tried to distract herself from all the yelling that was happening in her surroundings.
"I am tired of your ignorance!" Bucky shouted at his wife, after he came back from another failed search mission where he tried to find you
"I haven't done anything wrong!" Natasha yelled back, her brain blocked in a phase of denial
"You did!" Bucky shouted "You did! You drove our child away! How could you do something like this, Natasha?!"
Natasha froze in place as her shoulders fell down.
She couldn't believe what she just heard Bucky say.
She refused to believe it.
"Natasha?" The woman asked hurt "Since when I am 'Natasha' for you?"
"Ever since Y/N went missing because of your recklessness and pride." Bucky shouted "My Natalia would have never done that to her own child. So, therefore, you are not my Natalia. You are not that girl I dreamed of having a family with."
"James, please." Natasha whispered, tears forming in her eyes "I am still the same Natalia you met so long ago."
Natasha reached to grab Bucky's hand but he pulled it away.
"Don't touch me." He said in a raised tone
Natasha sighed disappointed and nodded, pulling her hands back.
"You're mad." Natasha said "I get it."
"Mad is far from how I feel right now, Natasha." Bucky lowered his tone "I feel desperate because I am unable to find the child that has been entrusted in my protection and who knows where she is right now and what happened to her. She's just a child. You are the only one who failed to see this."
"James, just give me the chance to explain myself." Natasha pleaded "I beg you."
Bucky shook his head.
"I don't know what you have done to my Natalia but you are not the girl that made me remember how it feels to be human again." The man took a few steps backward before rushing out of the room, leaving his wife behind
Natasha fell on the couch, letting out a deep sigh, as she placed her head in her hands.
Tanya, that have been silently observing the argument between her parents, stood up, her toys forgotten on the soft carpet as she walked towards her mother.
"Mama?" Tanya cautiously called her mother
"What is it, baby?" Natasha sniffed, raising her head to look at her daughter
"Why hasn't Y/N come back yet?" Tanya innocently asked, still struggling to grasp the complexity of the situation "Is she still mad at us?"
Natasha thought about how to explain to a 5-year-old what was happening.
"I think she still is, Tatiana." Natasha lifted Tanya and sat her on her lap
"And Papa is sad because he couldn't find my sister, isn't he?" The little girl questioned sadly
Natasha guiltly nodded "Yes, sweetheart. That's why Mama and Papa are fighting."
Little Tanya looked down at her lap, her tiny eyebrows furrowing, as her mind tried to put her feelings into words.
Natasha gave Tanya time to speak at her own pace, not rushing her.
After a few minutes, Tanya looked up again at Natasha with eyes filled with tears.
"But Mama..." Tanya's high-pitched voice trembled "Why did you make Y/N go away? She is my sister. You never get mad at me cause I am your baby but Y/N is your baby too and you made her feel very sad. You always made her cry and I miss playing with her. She's the best big sister in the whole world."
A stray tear fell down Natasha's left cheek.
"Can you bring Y/N back home, Mama?" Tanya sniffed "Can you not get mad at her always? If Tanya is Mama's baby, then Y/N is Mama's baby too."
"I'm not sure, baby girl." Natasha let out a shaky breath, realizing her mistake "Mama messed up big time when she scolded Y/N/N."
"I know that Mama did bad." Tanya said "But Y/N is ours and she's my sister. She needs to live here with us."
"And she will, baby." Natasha said determined "I promise she will."
Tanya snuggled closer to Natasha's chest and sighed contently.
"I love you, Tanya." Natasha quietly declared
Tanya kissed Natasha's cheek before she quickly stood up and ran upstairs to her room.
Natasha stared at the open door that Tanya just walked out through, deeply lost in thoughts.
Her talk with Tanya had helped Natasha realize one important thing.
That Y/N was her baby no matter what and that she had made the biggest mistake in her life by doing what she did to Y/N.
And yet one question remains.
Where is Y/N?
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"Soldat!" A voice said "Your orders are to kill the Avengers, our greatest enemies, and I want the heads of the traitors known as Natasha Romanoff and Bucky Barnes."
The man looked at the masked soldier he had created with pride, knowing that now, they would be invincible.
"Do you understand the command?" He asked sternly
"I am ready to comply." An emotionless voice replied
You stood tall, the black suit and gray vest you were wearing appeared even darker in the shadows of the private office as the mask that covered more than half of your face, perfectly concealed your identity.
The man smirked and pointed with his head towards the door.
You turned around and started walking.
Your mission?
To kill the Avengers.
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Birthday Wish
A/n: This is an idea I got from a post on Facebook I think and well here it is.
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Warning: uhm really angsty and sad and sad and really sad. Mentions of neglect of child, suicide, and death. Let me know if it should add more.
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It's your mom's birthday.
What would a 7-year-old give her?
You have been taking down notes of what would your mom want. The reason why the page was full of scribble is that you don't know what she wants.
Why you don't know what she wants?
Because you guys don't even hang out. Your mother somehow loves you in a different way it seems.
She often tells you to go do something else when you ask for her time. Or leave her alone so she could focus on her work. Or just don't talk to you.
It could go months or years like she forgot she have a daughter. She somehow just remembers you there when you ask for her to give you attention which by the way just seems to irritate her.
Today though you wanted her to not be pissed at you for the gift you're gonna give her. Every birthday you give her cards or cupcakes which she either throws away or burns.
But somehow no matter how you rack your small brain no ideas would come up. So for a solution, you decide to survey the team cause somehow they know your mom more than you.
Most of them said 'give her a card'. Or just 'give her a hug and wished her happy birthday' which is all you did and still pissed her off.
Until you came across Steve. Who by the way always know what to say.
"Uncle Steve?" you whispered, peeking by his office door.
"Yes," he replied in the same manner.
"How do I know what to give mama for her birthday?" you tilted your head, still outside his office to give him some privacy like you always do with your mom.
"Come here" he ushered. You timidly made your way to him your head bowing cause you were not used to people letting you in their office.
He lifted your chin for you to look him eye to eye. "Give your mama something special" he mused. "Something she always wanted and make sure the gift comes from the heart." he mused, pointing at your chest.
You pondered, furrowing your eyebrows in deep thought. And then it clicked.
"Thank you, Uncle Steve" you exclaimed, running out of his office. The man couldn't help but chuckle.
""
Something your mom always wanted was what she tells you every day. How could you be so stupid?
What she always wished for was something you never thought could make her happy. No matter how she says it, even if she changes the word and its sentence. It holds the same meaning.
You hesitated for a minute but you knew this is what she wants. It's not about you, it's about making her happy and she will never be mad at you. Anything so she wouldn't be mad right?
""
Natasha came home after her mission. Tired and drained out. She was surprised you didn't greet her at the door. She exhaled satisfyingly. You probably learned not to bother her when she's home from a mission.
Tired and worn out she slowly made her way to her room, rubbing her eyes to hopefully pry her eyes open so she could do her nightly routine before sleeping.
Opening the door she flicked the switch on to properly see where she's going.
Her eyes which were once loopy and tired were now widened at what she saw. Her mouth was agape and an audible gasp left her lips.
You were in her room.
Hanging
Natasha didn't know what to do. It seems like her world became frozen and it was your hanging body and her that was only moving.
You were pale and lifeless. Your eyes closed and somehow you look in peace.
She never moved. Never moved a single muscle. She was only moved when she was nudged by Tony also the sleep-deprived person who's always up no matter what time of the day.
Noticing the redhead and curious at what the redhead could be so scared about that she froze. He also looked up seeing your limp body.
Tony franticly called the team and instruct Friday for medical assistance. Everyone was running around in a panic. Shouting and panic rambling can be heard all around the compound. But all of it was muffled in Natasha's ear.
The team can even get a hold of her so she guided her to the bed and leaves her alone for a while.
When everyone was out a lone tear escaped her eyes and followed by a series of tears she can't control. She sobbed and wailed. And she somehow couldn't stop it no matter how she tried.
She cried until no tears were left. She stared nowhere until she saw a colorful letter on her side table. Written on it was "HAPPY BIRTHDAY"
She knew it was yours. She shakily opened it and cried once more.
Dear Mama,
Happy Birthday, mama! I know I shouldn't make a letter cause you hate it and you'll probably burn this off. But I just wanted this to be a tradition to give you a letter every birthday and since this is my last one I had to do it. I'm sorry.
I'm sorry I always make you mad mama. I didn't mean to. I'm sorry you had to take care of me like you always say. I didn't really wanna go but you have to have what you want for your birthday right? I hope this finally makes you happy mama. And I hope this also doesn't make you mad like the last gifts I gave you.
I just don't know how to make you happy mama. And this is what you always wished for and that needs to come true. Thank you for taking care of me mama. I'm sorry you had to.
I love you mama even if you don't love me back.
Your daughter,
Y/n
""
She doesn't know how to feel. Everything she said to you all replayed in her brain. Every nasty thing and every neglect. All was there.
Wishing you were never born, never alive, and wishing she killed you herself. That we're just a few of them.
All of it was the other way around.
Now she wished
It was her hanging
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kimjun · 2 years
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Maximum safety
your mother the black widow takes you to your father so that he takes care of you, Bruce Wayne puts maximum security, does that hold an eight year old child?
DC x Marvel / daughter reader
Bruce Wayne x Daughter reader x Natasha
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The room you entered was giant, there was so much space that you could say that there was a house there, your eyes went to the decoration in neutral tones, nothing too exaggerated, it was luxurious and gloomy, the thick curtains that went from the ceiling to the floor covered the view from the window.
The backpack was still on your shoulders, this was a good place but you weren't going to stay, your mom wanted to protect you from the threats of the universe, but you wanted to be beside her, your mother is none other than the black widow, Natasha had trained you to be an avenger as you always wanted. Now being pushed away because it was dangerous was ridiculous.
Natasha just left you with your father, the man you never met. You heard about him, because your uncle Tony saw this man as a certain enemy. Now there you were.
— Are you planning to escape? - Dick Grayson's voice sounded after you, he was the first to perform for you.
He was at the bedroom door looking at you, he knew what was going through your head.
— The world needs to be saved, I will help.
— You are your father's daughter.- Dick scoffs. — Your mother made it clear that you cannot leave here.
Dick thought it was cute his adorable way of trying to save the world, are you adorable for your age, like a doll like you think can help your mom save the world?
— You are then Bruce Wayne's daughter, - a boy your age, perhaps older comes in, — I am Damian, Bruce's son.
— How many children does this man have? - you had met Jason, Tim, Dick, Cass and now this Damian. Cass squeezed you so hard.
— Too much to tell.- Bruce Wayne walked through the door, he was tall and looked tough, you understand why your mother had an affair with him. — Your mother hid you very well.
— She didn't want to get involved in your life, I know you're Batman, wow I'm the daughter of a spider and a bat.
— You are in our responsibility now, there is no escape, - Bruce says in a deep voice. — This house is monitored, if you try to escape you will be stopped immediately.
— Is this a challenge? - you smile provoking.
— No, there is no way out... Feel free to look at the house.- Bruce says leaving the room with Dick and Damian.
— Be cooler, she is just a child, very cute, putting maximum security is ridiculous.- Dick speaks.
— I think Grayson is right, what will a child her age do? How are you going to escape from here? 
— She is too cute to do something so big, but if you want to put maximum security for a child, that's fine.
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Bruce Wayne was on the verge of a breakdown, not because he discovered that his old crush Natasha hid a pregnancy and that he was the father of a girl. He saw how much Natasha loved you and was afraid that something would happen to you, he saw how much that woman wanted to protect you, because Bruce Wayne was mortally threatened by the black Widow, she made it clear what she would do if something happened to you.
That was why Bruce Wayne was collapsing, you had arrived at the mansion today and disappeared thirty minutes after talking to him. You had managed to get out of the mansion without anyone seeing, you really scammed the surveillance system.
— I liked your sister, Damian.- Jason laughed when he saw Bruce looking at the city cameras looking for you. — She will make Bruce break.
— She is good, she ran away without triggering anything.- Damian says impressed.
— You guys, go look for her, I'm going after you, I'll call the league! - Bruce passed them by going to get dressed.
— I never saw him desperate, - Dick says, — This is weird.
— This is very good. - Jason laughs.
— Let's say that her mother is calling, he will fall hard. - Damian smiles diabolically.
— Bright!
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Meanwhile....
— Are you new to the city? - the man asked, were you in his office, you befriended a woman who said you were adorable and you were now her best friend. Then she dragged you to a nightclub and took you to the office.
— Yes, I came to visit my father.
The place was strange, his mother would certainly freak out.
— Gotham is not safe for a child... You are under my protection.- he says, you smile at your friend's excitement. — Harley.
— Little pudding isn't she cute? - Harley squeezed her cheeks.
You looked at the man who was like a clown and then at Harley and remembered that you heard about Gotham's king and queen. You were before the Joker your father's enemy.
— Can we take a picture? I want to send it to my father, he will love it.- you ask excitedly.
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The notification sound alerts everyone, Bruce quickly took the phone and opened the image. The man went pale.
It was a photo where you were sitting in the Joker's chair smiling as Harley kissed your cheek and Joker smiled strangely pointing a gun at the camera, behind you a glass wall showing the nightclub.
— Her mother is going to kill you. - Jason laughed.
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