#and then my friend is called natasha so romanoff is a trouble

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Tattoos for troubled minds | n romanoff

Summary: Natasha struggles to trust anyone when it comes to touching her body. But that becomes rather difficult when a tattoo idea comes into her mind that she just can’t shake

Warnings: mentions of scars, tattoo needles, slight internalised homophobia

wc: 3.6k

note: I don’t actually have tattoos (despite wanting one so badly) so this is probably really inaccurate. I do apologise if this doesn’t make sense. also, I hate this so much but the guilt of not posting is eating me alive so I’m sorry

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Natasha was a quiet soul. She kept to herself, usually sitting at her own table in the Shield cafeteria, eyes focused on her plate of food as she ate quickly, just wanting to get out of there. None of the other agents dared make conversation with her, too spooked by her fighting skills to approach. But that didn’t bother her. Her hyper independence made her hesitant to trust people.

Clint was the only one she spoke to outside of working hours. They weren’t exactly friends, but she tolerated him enough to flash a small smile if she saw him in the hallways or feel slightly relaxed if they were paired for missions together.

And he liked her too, especially since her first words had been a jab at his choice of weapon.

“Bow and arrow? What did you do, get your training in a forest?”

But he didn’t take offense to it. After all, he’d made the call to save her and she owed him her life. Which is how, two years later, she was sprawled on his couch, chewing on take out pizza for the second time that week with a scowl.

“I think I want a tattoo.”

Clint frowned at her, wondering where her brain cells had disappeared to. “What?”

“You know, the permanent drawing-“

“Yes I know what a tattoo is Tasha,” he rolled his eyes at her teasing smirk, already over her sarcasm. “But you know it’s a bad idea for spies to have unique markings like that.”

Natasha shrugged, tugging up her sleeve to reveal a strange shaped scar across her bicep. “I’d say I’ve got enough of those naturally. And it would be hidden on my ribs or something.”

Clint just shook his head and turned back to his food. He was used to Natasha’s odd comments and her tattoo phase probably wouldn’t last in his eyes. Just like her ‘wanting to be blonde’ phase didn’t.

But it didn’t end. A month later and Natasha had fallen down the rabbit hole that was tattoo designs on pinterest, courtesy of a fellow agent who introduced her to the app. She didn’t understand it at first, but now it was 3am and her tablet screen was still glaring bright in her face, a plethora of images scattered across her screen.

She saved a couple to a board, now set on design and placement, before placing it to one side with a grin on her face. Natasha climbed out of bed and padded over to her mirror, pulling up her shirt and smiling softly to herself. But the dim lamplight made her scars glisten and she caught herself, a sudden feeling of repulsion shuddering through her body. She looked like a freak and no tattoo artist would want to go near that. Her scars weren’t normal and she wasn’t ready for the questions yet.

Tears glazed her eyes over and her arms snaked across her stomach, her reflection in the mirror now blurry. Even as the salty tears dripped down her cheeks and soaked the collar of her shirt, she didn’t step away, too engrossed with how disgusting she felt in her body.

That stubborn hope that the redroom failed to squash out had ignited inside her once more, except this time she just wanted to laugh at it. Natasha would never be normal. She was what they’d made her into, and a tattoo was never going to change that.

Clint noticed the change in her demeanor when she sat down at breakfast. Natasha barely engaged in her usual small talk, more focused on her food in front of her.

“Did you do anymore tattoo research yesterday?” He asked, knowing that would catch her attention. But instead of the usual spark, she remained dejected, stirring her yogurt half heartedly.

“Yeah,” came her response, albeit rather forced.

“There’s probably a lot of places in DC that would kill to tattoo a shield agent.” Nat shot him a look. “Just saying!”

“Sure. But I don’t think I can anymore.”

Clint looked at her with a frown. “Why not?”

Natasha just looked down and tugged at her sleeve, suddenly feeling exposed in her tight fitting suit. The image in the mirror from last night came into her mind and she pushed her food away, no longer hoodie. And beside that, she didn’t trust people she worked with, so how would she trust a complete stranger to add something permanent on her body? Getting a tattoo would be nothing but a dream for her, she knew that, but it still crushed her.

Clint studied his best friend for a moment in thought, before he placed his hand gently on her arm. “I might know someone who can help.” Natasha looked up, now interested. Her face was still stony but Clint knew she was excited. “A friend of Laura’s, we helped her out even before you came here.”

“An agent?” Clint hadn’t mentioned anyone like that before and it confused Natasha.

But Clint shook his head. “No, nothing like that. She came to Laura and I when she was a teenager and had nowhere else to go. And you know my wife-“

“Can’t let anyone suffer,” Natasha finished for him, warmth spreading in her stomach at the thought of the soft woman she’d grown to adore. Laura really did have the biggest heart out of everyone.

“Exactly that. Y/n was fourteen, I think, parents kicked her out of the house. How she got to ours, I’ll never know, but she just appeared on the doorstep one night and Laura melted at the sight of her.” Clint’s expression softened at the memory. “But anyway, what I’m saying is that she’s a tattoo artist. She’s got trust issues just like you and I think she’ll help.”

Natasha scowled at the last part, wanting to protest his comment. But she knew he was right; her trust issues were what got her into this mess in the first place.

“But she’s a kid?”

“No, almost the same age as you,” Clint said with a laugh. “You’ll like her, but she can be a little scary.”

“Scarier than me?”

Clint smirked. “Oh, you’d be surprised. That glare of hers rivals yours.” This vague description intrigued Natasha and Clint could see the cogs turning in her mind. “She knows what we do and she’s seen my scars. Trust me, they won’t put her off.”

Natasha’s head shot up, staring at her best friend with confusion. Was she that easy to read? Or did he just know her too well?

~~~

With the news of her favourite girls coming back home, Laura had been in a frenzy of cleaning and preparing. Clint had texted to say he was only minutes away so she left the dishes to soak and headed to the porch, anxiously staring at the track beside their house as she waited.

Anyone would have thought she was married to Natasha over Clint by the difference in reactions she gave them. Sure, Clint got a kiss and a hug, but Natasha truly got the special treatment, with Laura scanning her to make sure she wasn’t injured and quizzing her about how she was. Poor Clint was left to grab their bags as the women disappeared into the farmhouse.

Tea was poured and snacks were eaten in the cosy kitchen before the doorbell rang and Laura excused herself, leaving an anxious Natasha on her own for a moment. Muffled voices could be heard but she tried to go against her instincts of listening in and instead busied herself with a loose thread on the tablecloth. She heard footsteps approaching and turned in her chair, ignoring the way her heart thumped loudly in her chest.

The woman who walked in the kitchen doorway was stunning, Natasha couldn’t deny it, and her eyes darted to the patchwork of tattoos that littered her exposed arms. Their eyes met, and Natasha swore she could see the walls up in the other woman’s mind. But it didn’t scare her off. No. It brought her a weird sense of comfort and her body started to relax.

Clad in a black cropped tank and black cargo pants, Y/n hesitated in the doorway, duffle bag slung over her shoulder hitting the wall gently. Laura appeared behind her, gentle hands falling to her shoulders.

“Y/n, this is Natasha, the one I told you about.” The y/h/c girl made no effort to move. “She’s Clint’s partner.” Clearly not much of a talker, Y/n just nodded, not hiding the fact she was scanning Natasha from head to toe. She didn’t trust strangers, but she trusted Laura and Clint who seemed to love Natasha. So maybe she wasn’t a threat.

“Hi, you can call me Nat if you want.” No one called her Nat except Laura, but it was a feeble attempt to make the atmosphere more comfortable. Another nod came but Laura smiled.

“Do you want to go set up? All of your stuff is still exactly where you left it,” Laura addressed Y/n who adjusted the grip on her bag and disappeared down the hall without a word. Natasha’s eyebrows raised at Laura who watched her go, a fond look in her eyes. “She does speak, I promise.”

Natasha shook her head, brushing her off. “It’s fine, don’t worry. I can tell you care about her a lot.”

“She’s like a daughter to me, kind of like you are.” Natasha’s cheeks flushed at that. “She doesn’t have anyone except us, so I worry. She’s a real sweetheart though, she’s just been through a lot. Kind of like someone else I know.”

“I’ll be kind, don’t worry.”

Laura couldn’t help but smile as she stirred her tea. “Oh I know. She already likes you, you don’t need to worry about that.”

Natasha let out a sigh and started to play with the hem of her zip up jacket. It suddenly felt real, the whole tattoo thing. And whilst she weirdly trusted Y/n, it didn’t help ease her nerves any less.

The redhead sensed a new presence before she spotted her, standing in the doorway just like she was before.

“Ready when you are, Nat.” Her voice was slightly raspy from lack of use and she spoke quietly, almost as if she was scared she’d get into trouble. Natasha smiled softly at the sound of her nickname and squeezed Laura’s hand before she followed the y/h/c girl down the hallway of the house she considered her second home.

Clint’s office had been turned into a makeshift tattoo studio with all new equipment and furniture decorating the small space. The tattoo bed had a fresh paper layer on top and Y/n gestured for Natasha to take a seat.

“Ok, do you have an idea of what you want? And where?” Y/n sat down at a small table and picked up her pen before looking at Natasha expectantly.

“I’ve got a couple of reference pictures on my phone.” The small device was handed over and Y/n swiped between them, nodding in approval before setting it down. “The last one is just for placement ideas.”

“I’ll work up a sketch and you can tell me what needs changing.” Luckily Natasha’s design was incredibly simple and it didn’t take long for Y/n to hold up her page.

Natasha slid off the bed and slowly walked over, not wanting to startle the skittish girl. But Y/n just moved over, clearly welcoming the redhead into her space.

“I love that a lot,” Natasha praised, studying the simple lines. “But maybe it could be a bit smaller.”

“I can scale it down when I make the stencil, no problem. But is the design alright? Remember, it is permanent so I want you to be completely happy with it.”

Natasha studied it for a moment, a smile tugging at her lips as she imagined it on her body. Y/n had talent, anyone could see that even from such a simple drawing, and Natasha nodded before she slid the notebook back to her.

“I love it, I really do.”

Y/n nodded, grabbing her stencil paper from a drawer by her leg. She wordlessly began making the stencil and Natasha took this as her cue to return to her seat. She peered around the room, admiring a few pictures that were on the walls. Incredibly complicated tattoos which she guessed Y/n had done.

The young girl sketching away in the corner thoroughly interested her and something inside Natasha was drawn in. She wanted to get to know her because aside from the shy and hesitant exterior she was effortlessly cool and seemed sweet. Maybe Y/n could be the start of Natasha’s project to make friends.

“If you lie back on the seat and lift your shirt, we can make sure this is exactly how you want it before I start.”

Natasha took a deep breath and slowly lifted her shirt and lowered the waistband of her sweatpants so her hip bone was exposed. She shivered despite the room being warm, fully aware that her nastiest scar was on full display on her lower stomach.

But Y/n didn’t care. Or at least she didn’t make it obvious if it bothered her. “Is it ok if I touch your hip?” She asked, looking Natasha straight in the eyes. The redhead almost melted at her words, not used to ever being asked that question.

“Of course, do what you need.” Y/n’s fingers were soft and delicate as she placed the stencil on Natasha’s skin. She didn’t touch anywhere she didn’t need to and worked quickly, making sure it was fully stuck down before stepping back to allow Natasha to step over to the mirror.

Although it wasn’t permanent, Natasha’s heart was racing as she saw the way the black ink stood out against her pale skin. The symbol was small but perfect in her eyes, and she turned back to Y/n with a grin.

“It’s perfect!”

“Then I’ll get started.”

Due to the design being so small, it took no more than fifteen minutes for Y/n to complete. Her hand was incredibly steady and Natasha’s pain tolerance was so high she barely felt it. The room was silent aside from the faint buzzing, no conversation stemming from either woman. Questions spiralled around Natasha’s head but she knew this wasn’t the place to ask them.

Completely lost in her head, Natasha failed to notice the silence or the fact that her hip bone was no longer burning. Y/n kept working, wiping away the excess ink and making sure she hadn’t missed a spot. But it was perfect, as usual, and she gently tapped Nat on the thigh to snap her out of her head.

“You’re now free to look.”

Natasha grinned and hopped off the bed, holding up her shirt again as she looked in the mirror. Tears almost sprung to her eyes as she admired the finished product, and they probably would have tumbled down her cheeks if she had been alone.

A small spider sat on the front of her hip, legs slightly bent. It looked so delicate on her skin and for the first time in her entire life, Natasha actually liked looking at herself in the mirror.

“It’s so beautiful,” she began to ramble, unable to tear her eyes away. “You’ve got real talent Y/n, I can’t thank you enough. It’s so perfect.”

Y/n blushed and couldn’t stop the smile that graced her lips, catching Natasha’s eyes in the mirror and making the redhead freeze.

Her smile.

The young woman hadn’t smiled the entire time she’d arrived, but seeing her now was like a breath of fresh air. Smiling looked so good on her and Natash couldn’t get enough.

“If you want to show Laura, you can, but you’ll need to come back so I can wrap it safely.” Natasha glanced at her new addition and nodded, but hesitated once she was by the door.

“I think you should come too. The artist and her artwork.” Natasha spoke with a smirk and Y/n couldn’t ever imagine saying no to that woman. So she nodded again, her usual response, and meekly followed her back down the hall, pulling off her gloves as she walked.

Laura was already waiting for them in the kitchen and she placed her reading glasses in her hair to get a good look at Natasha who still hadn’t dropped her shirt down. She’d never seen the Russian with such a wide grin before, her usual collected expression completely out of the window.

“It looks beautiful, Nat, truly. You did such a good job Y/n.”

“You never told me how talented she is!” Natasha stepped to the side to allow Y/n to come forward, but the humble woman stayed where she was, already hating the attention. She didn’t see her art as talent, more like a form of escapism. But it made people happy and that was all she wanted.

“I wanted you to see for yourself,” Laura replied. “And besides, she never believes me when I tell her how good she is.”

“You’re really easy to tattoo. You don’t squirm or cry like other people do, so really I should be thanking you.” Laura was taken aback by Y/n’s comment, not used to more than three words coming out of the girl’s mouth. But the more she observed her, the more she saw her change. The darkness she’d noticed since Y/n was a teenager had lifted a little and she seemed a lot less guarded, looking over at Natasha with a soft expression.

And Natasha looked back at her just the same, purely in awe of how gentle she was. As Y/n gestured for them to return to the office and offered to hold Nat’s shirt, Laura felt like squealing like a child.

Two of her favourite people in the world had found each other and, despite both being so broken and fragile, fit together so perfectly it was like they were made for each other.

Natasha was strong enough and sure of herself enough for the both of them, and Y/n treated her with such delicacy and care that it slowly broke away Natasha’s trust issues and allowed her to open up. And Natasha’s protective nature came out around the other woman, wanting to keep her safe from the world.

With a quick word about going to show Clint, Natasha disappeared into the front yard with her newly wrapped hip, leaving Y/n to find Laura again. The older woman welcomed her with a hug and pulled a chair close to her own.

“You like her, don’t you?”

Y/n kept her gaze on the crossword Laura was doing, not wanting her eyes to give her away if she looked up. “She’s nice.”

“Hey,” Laura said softly, carefully taking Y/n’s hand in her own. She didn’t miss the way she flinched but unfortunately she was used to that by now. “You’re not back there. You’re allowed to like her if that’s what you want and feel. She’s a good person, but so are you, you don’t need to be scared.”

Y/n’s eyes followed where their hands were clasped up to Laura’s face, trying to find any hints that showed she was lying. But all that came back was the soft and caring face she’d grown to love, one that didn’t lie to her and didn’t hate her for who she was.

“I don’t like her like that.” Call her a hypocrite for lying, but Y/n had her reasons. Loving a woman was still unnatural in her eyes, despite her contrasting feelings that longed for it.

“Y/n…” Laura’s ‘mom’ tone was one she was used to and she knew she was caught out. “I’m not asking you to tell me now, but you deserve happiness, as does she. And I haven’t seen either of you that relaxed in a really long time. So please don’t push her away.”

Y/n didn’t know what to think. How could she? Her whole life had centred around hating who she was, so how could anyone ever like her like that? It messed with her head and Laura could see that.

But what was Natasha if not a life saver. She came strolling into the kitchen, her tshirt now tucked up into the band of her sports bra to allow her tattoo to be on full display. Y/n smiled slightly at the sight.

Sinking down into the chair beside her, Natasha noticed the clasped hands of the women and wondered what she’d interrupted. But that wasn’t her place to ask, so she turned to Y/n.

“How can I pay you? How much do you charge?”

Y/n shook her head frantically, pulling her hand away from Laura. “Nothing, honestly. You’re a friend, it’s no big deal.”

“Absolutely not. If you won’t take money, at least let me repay you another way.”

“Nat-“

“Dinner? How about you let me take you to dinner next week. You’re from the city, right?” Y/n nodded, her brows creasing. She turned to Laura for help but the older woman just smiled widely and nodded, giving her as much non verbal encouragement as she could. “Please, Y/n?”

She’d said yes before she could even process what was going on. After all, they were just friends going to dinner. People in the movies that she’d seen did it, so she could too.

What was so wrong with that?

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[traveler-at-heart]

The Tooth Fairy

Summary: Your daughter gets a generous visit.

Natasha Romanoff x Fem!Reader

A/N: Sorry for the weird format, I’m on my phone. Also, fun game, drink everytime you find the word fairy in this fic 🧚

“Mom!”

Your daughhter’s scream puts you immediately on edge.

Her voice is quivering, as if she’s not sure she should be crying over what’s happening.

“What is it, sweetie?” you kneel next to her on the playground, mentally counting all her fingers and checking for injuries. You have to stay calm for her sake.

“My tooth fell off” Anya says, showing it to you. “Does this mean that I can’t eat chocolate anymore?”

“No, sweetheart, it’s fine” you pick her up and carry her to the park bench. “These are called baby teeth. They’ll fall off and then you’ll get your new ones. And those are for good.”

“Promise?”

“Well, yes. Unless you eat too much chocolate. Then you’ll get cavities”

Anya keeps looking at the tooth in her hand and then offers it to you. Closing one eye, you examine it as if it were a diamond.

“The tooth fairy is gonna be real happy with this one”

“There’s a fairy?” Anya perks up and you smile.

“Oh, yes. You have to leave it under your pillow with a small note and then they’ll pick it up. Leave you a dollar or two if they think it’s a good tooth”

“I wanna write the note, can we go home now?”

“Yes, sweetie” you carry her, relieved now that Anya seems happier.

—-

It’s not an easy task, but you persuade Anya to wait for her other mom to write the note. You’re sure Natasha wouldn’t wanna miss it.

After all, this is the same woman that almost cried when she was away on a mission and your daughter sneezed for the first time.

“I’m home” you hear the door open and close. Anya smiles, eager to tell her mom about the highlight of the day.

“Mama” she jumps to her arms, wavy red hair flying as Natasha catches her.

“Someone is very happy to see me”

“I’m happy to see you too” you say, leaning forward and giving her a quick kiss.

“Then why aren’t you jumping into my arms?”

“Mama, I’m going to meet the tooth fairy!” Anya interrupts you, pulling her tooth from the pocket of her pants.

“Your first tooth? And I missed it?”

Damn it, she’s gonna cry again. You can’t have that.

“Baby, you didn’t miss it. Anya still has to write a letter. She’s been waiting for you”

“Yeah, come on” Anya bounces on her arms, encouraging Natasha to go to the living room.

“I’ll work on dinner while you two do that, ok?” you kiss Natasha’s cheek and let her enjoy the time with Anya.

From your spot on the kitchen, you can hear Anya asking all sorts of questions about the fairy lore.

She’s a smart kid, so all Natasha does is hand her the crayons she requests. Anya falls silent, and then begins to write the letter.

“All done?” your wife says and Anya covers the sheet of paper with her tiny hands.

“This is a secret letter”

Natasha looks at you, both struggling to hold your smiles.

“Dinner’s ready” you announce, serving pasta.

Anya giggles when the spaguetti goes through the whole her tooth left.

“Baby, don’t play with your food like that” you scold. Then you turn to Natasha for support, only to find her creating a spaguetti mustache that leaves her face full of sauce. “Honestly, Natalia”

“Mama is in trouble” Anya laughs.

“She’s doing the dishes, that’s for sure” you agree.

After dinner, Natasha prepares a bath for Anya while you clean the kitchen. You both know you’re too obsessive to leave the cleaning to anyone else.

You go to the study to write a small thank you note for Anya from the tooth fairy. You even add some glitter for extra flare.

Tucking it in the back of your pocket, you walk into your daughter’s room to wish her goodnight.

“Is it under your pillow?” you check and she nods, yawning.

“I wanna wait for them”

“Oh, the fairy only shows up when you’re asleep, darling. Like Santa”

“Are they friends?” Anya says, quickly falling asleep.

“Yeah, you could say they’re practically the same person” Natasha whispers and you nudge her with your elbow. Anya is already asleep, so it doesn’t really matter if she heard that last part.

Quietly, you take the letter from under her bed and place yours instead.

“Why are your hands all shiny?” Natasha asks as you’re getting ready for bed.

“Welll, I am a fairy, baby. Haven’t you heard?” you tap the tip of her nose, leaving some glitter on it.

“I’m happy I was here for this” Natasha says against your shoulder as you cuddle.

“Me too” you say, your eyelids heavy. “Oh, crap. I forgot to leave the money under Anya’s pillow”

“That’s ok, I’ll do it”

“Yeah, that’s a good idea. You’re the stealthy spy here” you smile when Natasha kisses your neck and leaves the bed. You’re so tired you fall asleep before she comes back.

—

The smell of coffee wakes you up.

Coffee and pancakes. Stretching, you get out of bed, feeling relaxed and happy.

“Hey, baby” you greet your wife, admiring her toned arm muscles accentuated by the white tank top.

“Morning, detka” she smiles, adding more pancakes to the plate next to the stove. “Breakfast is ready”

“I’m hungry for other things” you lift the edge of her tank top, scratching Natasha’s abs with your nails. She follows your lead, tilting her head and parting her lips to let your tongue explore her mouth.

“Mom, mama!” Anya says, running out of her room. You sigh against Natasha’s lips and step away. “They were here! I woke up and there was a letter with some glitter”

“That’s awesome, sweetie” you smile, pouring yourself a cup of coffee. You turn to your daughter as you take a sip.

“And look! She left me this!”

Anya waves a hundred dollar bill in front of you, making you choke on your coffee.

“Wow, that fairy won the lottery since the last time I saw her” you catch your breath.

“Is this enough to buy a pony?”

“No, darling. Go set the table, I’ll bring you some juice and pancakes, ok?”

“Can I watch tv while having breakfast?”

“Fine” Natasha answers and you wait for your daughter to be out of earshot to talk to her. “Why are you looking at me like that?”

“Uh, baby, did you leave all that money for Anya?”

“Yes, I didn’t know how much to put and you were asleep”

“Ok, for future reference, five bucks is more than fine” you smile, placing your hands on her shoulders.

“I’m sorry” she looks defeated and you try to cheer her up.

“Don’t be, it’s fine. We’ll use the savings we have for the rest of the teeh and then send her to community college”

“Stop!” Natasha rolls her eyes.

“Come on, it’s ok” you kiss her softly. “We’ll tell her that the fairy had to pay her mortgage and is broke. I’ll even add less glitter on the next letter”

“You’re taking this glitter thing too seriously”

“Well, we have to rely on Alexei to play Santa. At least I get to have some fun with this”

—

Later that day, as your friends get together for a barbecue, Anya shows everyone the place where her tooth once was; luckily, she left the money at home.

That doesn’t stop Billy and Tommy from finding out. Pretty soon, they’re asking their mom about the tooth fairy and if there’s a special deal for twins.

“They left 100 dollars for Anya” Billy shouts and everyone falls silent.

“Oh, wow. Maybe the fairy can visit me as well” Sam smiles. You kick him under the table.

Unfortunately for Natasha, you have to explain everything when Wanda convinces the twins to go back to play.

“Don’t sweat it, Red. Everything’s so expensive nowadays, it’s only fair Anya starts saving now”

“Oh, you’re one to talk” Pepper points at Tony. “He left a blank check under Morgan’s pillow the first time she lost a tooth”

Everyone laughs at that, Tony adjusting in his seat.

“Would you like to adopt me?” Sam asks after a minute.

—

“I got the door” you whisper. Natasha is carrying Anya to her room. It was a fun afternoon of playing with friends and then doing the math on how many plushies she could get with all that money.

She’s fast asleep, and you wait by the door as Natasha tucks her in.

“You ok?” you want to double check, knowing she can be insecure about motherhood.

“I just wish I knew everything”

“Well, so do I. I wish I knew how to stay calm. Remember last week when she hurt her hand with the stove? I thought I was going to throw up and you handled it while I panicked”

“It’s nothing”

“It’s a lot, Tasha. We love you. And we need you” you kiss her softly and she smiles against your lips.

“Wanna read the letter?” you offer once you’re settled in bed. Your wife nods and you take it out of your nighstand. “Dear Miss Fairy - very formal. This is my tooth, it felll off while I was playing. Mom told me you take them and leave some money. My Mama helped me draw this. I love my moms and I want to buy them ice cream and chocolate with the money you give me. Hugs, Anya Romanoff”

“She’s the best thing that’s ever happened to me. You both are” Natasha says as you cuddle, kissing her neck.

“We love you”

“So, what do we do next time?”

“We tell her the fairy is getting heer a car at 16 and hopefully she’ll forget about it by then” you smile, confident.

Of course, she doesn’t.

#natasha romanoflf x you #soft natasha romanoff #natasha romanoff x y/n #natasha romanoff x reader

[scmoobly]

Wanna Be Yours | Bucky Barnes

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

Summary: Even months after Bucky had rescued you from HYDRA, you still had a separation anxiety that made you paranoid when he wasn't around. And so did Bucky.

Content: [bucky being unable to stay away from you] [Comforting] [minor pining for each other] [alluding to s³x]

Warning: Mild mature themes

A/N: first buck fic😍✋️That I'm posting anyways. Not saying my draft isn't full of horndog shit BUT PLEASE PAY ATTENTION THIS PART IS IMPORTANT. Please watch this bucky edit before reading. It'll give you a visual of this fic. I'll leave the link in the comments as well so it's easier to copy. Okay, enjoy ♡ https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSNMdKCFQ/

Not proofread, Sorr :)

"Bucky."

"Hmm." A low grumble echoed from the other end of the call, the familiar rattle of his metal arm easing the anxiety in your chest.

"I miss you."

"I'm working." He responded with the same monotonous effect. He'd been dispatched on a mission nearby, along with Natasha Romanoff only about 20 minutes ago.

She was a glorified babysitter that Steve had assigned to accompany Bucky just in case he got himself in trouble.

As grateful as you were that they'd helped Bucky save you from HYDRA, you weren't that well acquainted with the avengers to know their relationship with each other so the fact that you were left at the tower alone while Bucky was out with someone else just didn't sit well in your stomach.

"I miss you." You repeated mechanically into the phone. It was a habit hard to kill even though it had been months since you'd been freed from the shackles Pierce constricted you in. You were no longer a soldier, but it wasn't like you could just turn off or forget years of torture.

When there was no response, you opted to repeat yourself another time before he interrupted you. "I miss y-" "I know."

You heard a soft sigh from the other line, a few minutes of silence passing before it disconnected with a distorted click.

•

10 minutes later

The door to Buckys bedroom swung open, revealing you sitting in front of it with your legs curled up to your chest, the same inexpressive look in your eyes as they looked up at him.

"How long have you been sitting here?" His brows knotted, and his forehead creased revealing a hint of worry. "Since you left." You answered to which he could only respond with a deep exhale.

Bucky walked closer to you, crouching down to your level before gently sliding a few strands of hair behind your ear, his thumb caressing the skin of your cheek with caution.

Leaning into his touch came much easier to you than most things. Having Bucky close was your only source of comfort after he'd rescued you. His presence grounded you in a whole new world that felt like it was caving in around you.

A world where no one knew who you were but him, and you depended on him to not forget yourself.

"Let's get you to bed." Before you could say anything, Bucky had already hooked his arms around your body, lifting you up with almost zero effort. Your own found their way around his shoulder, eyes glued to his stone cold expression as he moved you nimbly over to the bed and set you down.

"Are you hungry?" He questioned further while reaching for the covers to which you'd responded with a light shake of your head.

"Just missed you." A low hum erupted from the depth of his chest.

Pulling the covers over your legs Bucky sat himself down beside you on the edge of the bed, leaning his back against the headrest before stretching his hand out in your direction, lacing his fingers through your hair.

Forget the Avengers. Your own relationship with Bucky was a mystery, if not anything else. One thing was clear, though. You were definitely not friends. At least you didn't want to be.

The years you'd spent being tortured and trained at HYDRA's base was something only he had the capability to understand. Naturally, your heart ran to him to seek any kind of empathy or comfort, but you'd both been wrung so tight that any sense of emotional sensitivity had been drained from you almost completely.

It took him a long a while, but he'd warmed up to the Avengers, finding his old best friend in Steve, a good companion in Sam, and a supportive team in everyone else.

However, it wasn't so easy for you. Bucky was all you had, and you'd worried your dependence on him in trying to fit back into society would someday become too much of a burden. The vehemence of your affection for him seemed to be concealed by the expressionless look on your face and the thought that he would someday choose to want someone who showered him with love unlike you.

Little to your knowledge, Bucky had his own apprehensions when it came to you. He'd thought being around the Avengers who'd protect you at any cost would make you feel more comfortable and safe. That it would help you open up.

That was the reason he had insisted for you to stay at the tower after the rescue mission. Well. Half of it anyway.

He couldn't stand the thought of you being alone the way he was, holeing up within the dark confines of his room. As hypocritical as it was, he cared too much to see you turn into the version of himself that he'd barely managed to escape.

You deserve to feel the warm flutter of happiness in your body. You, more than him. More than anyone.

That's why he'd rushed back to the tower halfway through his mission after you'd called, leaving Natasha to deal with the aftermath.

He could almost still feel the wind on his face from how harshly he'd revved the engine of the Harley Davidson Street 750.

"Bucky?"

You whisper softly while looking up at him, your doe eyes making him take in a deep breath. "Y-yeah?" He didn't realise how long he'd been staring or how close you'd gotten, your breaths mingling with each other, caressing the others' skin and sending shivers up and down his spine.

Close. Too close.

Too close not to do anything about it.

His metal arm that had been stroking your hair slid down to hook around the back of your neck, the cold vibranium thumb tracing circles on your jaw, and you couldn't help leaning into the touch, sucking in a breath, you closed your eyes in contentment.

"Bucky.." You purred, your cheeks filled with unfamiliar heat. Blushing? Bucky was making you blush.

Meanwhile, Bucky seemed to be awestruck as he blinked in disbelief. "You.. smiled." It was brief, a very small one, but he definitely caught it, and suddenly he couldn't think of anything more beautiful than the sight of it.

He wondered what it would take to see your lips tug upwards just a little more. To hear you laugh if he was lucky enough.

Buckys mind was clouded. Filled with the image of heaven that you'd graced him with, and suddenly he was closer, his lips hovering dangerously close to your own.

"Smile for me, doll."

Your eyes widen when his lips finally pressed against yours, knocking the wind out of you. However, it only took a few seconds for you to melt into the sensation. You had been craving it after all.

Your body began to curl up in an effort to be as close to him as possible, fingers grazing the outline of his stubble. A muffled whine slipped from your lips, causing Bucky to chuckle into the kiss before parting only slightly, an adoring look in his eyes. One you couldn't fathom was meant for you.

"Somehow, that was even better." He cooed, sliding his hand down your arm, the side of your body before resting on your hips, giving it a little squeeze.

"Come here, babydoll." He murmured with a feverish look in his eyes, using both hands to hold onto your hips and move you to straddle his lap. The pet names only served to make your ears burn hotter.

As soon as he'd settled you on top of him, you could feel how tight his pants had grown around him. Your chest heaved up and down as the alien feeling of arousal bubbled in your stomach and in between your thighs, making you squirm and let out little mewls.

"Shh, shh.. calm down, sweets. I have you." It felt like his lips had been taped into a smile. He wanted to ingraine the faces you were making in the deepest part of his thoughts. "I'm right here." He continued, leaning close to leave a trail of wet kisses down your neck, pausing at your shoulder to breathe in your scent before continuing down your collarbone, your arm all the way down to the back of your hand.

"You smell intoxicating. And you taste even better." Your breathe hitches for the millionth time. There was nothing you could think to say in response to his sweet words. Your silence was fine with him, though, because you displayed your innermost feelings on your face, and it was all he needed.

With both hands, he pressed your hips down onto him, eliciting a gasp from you. "Mm. And those delicious sounds you make. You must be an angel given human form because you make me feel like I'm in seventh heaven-" Bucky huffed out the last bit, his own chest heaving in anticipation.

You'd already showed him more emotions in that very second than you had the last few months you'd spent with him, and he was more than eager to explore what more he could pull out of you..

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the start | i want you pt. 1

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pairings: dad’s best friend!natasha x fem!reader

summary: your father doesn’t know it yet, but you’re in love with his best friend. and what makes it better is that you’re sure enough that she feels the same way - both of you just don’t know how to word it out properly.

warnings: sex against the wall, dirty talking, daddy kink, and slight angst - minors dni

notes: THERE WAS NO FLOOOOOORRRR

“Tasha, ‘M gonna–”

“Bunny, keep your voice down.” Her words were muffled, and her hips moved in hushed tones. My hand was pressed against the wall while my other gripped her shoulder tightly, terrified of hurting her. But I couldn't help myself; she was fucking me fast and hard.

These were tense and maneuvering times. When the woman of your dreams decides to take you against the wall in your father's beloved home, you never know what to expect. It felt risky, even naughty because I had never imagined being fucked by my father's best friend. That's right, my father's best friend. Of course, she was much older than me, nearly twice my age. But neither of us cared, not in the least. Plus, she enjoys my cunt. She once told me that no one else could fuck me because my hole was too big for everyone else and too small for her. I enjoyed every minute of our "conversation."

“You feel fuckin’ amazing,” she grunts into my neck while holding my hips hard against the wall, rutting herself into me. “You’re so wet and tight around my fat cock. You’re lovin’ this, aren’t ya, sweet girl?”

“Tash–Oh my god!” My breathing becomes labored as the air becomes thicker. I bit my lower lip hard and felt my eyes roll back in my head. Her dick was massive. It couldn't possibly fit inside me, but who doesn't enjoy a good challenge? “R-Right there, Daddy, give me all of you…”

"You make me want to cum soon," she says raggedly, thrusting upwards into my cunt faster, our skin deliciously slapping against each other. “Oh fuck, I don’t think I can last long.”

"Almost there, Tasha," I grumbled. Natasha sloppily kisses my lips and rubs her thumb furiously against my clit to catch my orgasm with her. “W-Wait, stop! It’s too much–”

"Clench on my dick, baby," she begs, her voice higher pitched than usual. I knew she wouldn't stop pushing into me. She needed to put her cum in me before my father found me in her room, or she'd have a stiff appendage all day without my father noticing. “That’s it–Ugh… god, you feel so good. I want to get you full, maybe even carry my baby. That’s such an arousing idea, don’t you think, little one?”

“Daddy, I don’t think I’m ready for that!”

She pushes me up against the wall, kissing my chest with pure desire. Her growling can be heard against my skin. Meaningless to say, she is being possessive with me. I spread my legs wider and allowed her to force her cock inside me until my juices coated her entire length. I twitch as I hear our skin slap, and my walls tighten around her dick, even more, cumming around her shaft without her permission.

"Oh god, baby!" she shivers as she clutches me close to her body, still thrusting her dick inside me with such desperation roaring from her. Her cock was trapped between my walls, unable to escape completely. “Jesus fucking christ, you’re taking me in so well… look at your pretty puffy pussy. All for me to abuse.”

We both kiss again before a bright voice knocks on our door, making me tilt my head because I already knew who was behind that red door. It was my father who was calling us for lunch.

“Nat? It’s time for lunch! I can’t find Y/n anywhere. Is she with you?” I looked at Natasha with horror and started to scramble away from her, but she held me between her legs and covered my mouth with her calloused hand – unable to speak.

What was she doing?! Trying to get me in trouble?!

Slowly but surely, she starts thrusting into me again with a mischievous grin and sweat forming in her temples. "Dare to make a sound, and I'll punish you later; we don't want that, right?" Natasha whispered in my ear. I shook my head vigorously, unable to respond to her. “Good girl, just keep yourself tight for me.”

“Nat? You there?”

She thrusts me hard, causing me to scream into her hand. "I'm not sure where she is, Steve. Have you looked in the backyard? She’s probably there, studying.”

She slowly pulled herself out and pushed her length back into me, unconcerned about my pleasure. She buries her face in my neck and keeps rutting herself in my cunt, grunting quietly as if it's a secret. Her hands wander through my camisole tank top, pinching my nipples as soon as they appear, and she harshly whispers to me, "Gonna cum in you, okay?" Going to fill you up to the brim, little girl.”

"OK, thank you," I say as I hear my father's voice outside the door. “Please come down soon. I roasted us some steak!” Natasha removed her hand from my lips and kissed me hard - poorly - as soon as he was gone. She didn't stop pounding me up against the wall, nor did she stop holding my hips down to meet her thrusts. I screamed into her mouth as I felt her exploding inside me, knowing that her loads were pretty thick, which meant it would fill my stomach - as if I wasn't starved for lunch any longer.

“Ugh, that’s it…” she murmurs into my skin, still thrusting inside me but at a slower pace. “God, take my cum in you, baby… you know you can only take my cum.”

She pulls out and slips her dick back into her pants, affectionately kissing my collarbone. We didn't have much time for aftercare, so I quickly drew up my pinkish shorts and slowly opened the door, looking left and right to see if my father was nearby. I felt my buttocks being smacked before I took a step outside. When I turned around, Natasha gave me a look that revealed her stiff appendage through those jeans.

And just like that, we were content.

“So,” my father prompts his elbows against the clothed table while Natasha is eating beside me. “Are you going on a date with James?”

James Bucky Barnes. He had been one of my oldest friends since we moved to Greece; I was relieved to make friends here because I wasn't social. But he was, and that pushed me out of my comfort zone. At first, the stares and conversations were pure and innocent. Until last month, before Natasha arrived at our house, we kissed. At first, I mistook it for a magical spark like in fairy tale books. But when Natasha and I started talking, it was more than that. It was magical, but the fairy tale books were much darker than they appeared. Natasha kissed my lips as she held me in her lap, asking if we should stop and reconsider what we had done. But I never gave her a proper response and kept kissing her, hoping my taste would linger on her tongue.

I could feel Natasha stare at me, and I felt myself shrinking in my seat.

“W-Why would you assume that?” I asked quietly.

He shrugs, giving me an approving smile that I don’t necessarily need. “I thought you two liked each other.”

“I’m sure Bucky doesn’t like me that way,” I said, hoping he wouldn't ask about him again as I ate Natasha's tomato soup. The woman next to me was staring, but not in a creepy way. Not even in an amusing way. She just sits there and… stares.

I was going to have a long night.

“Who’s Bucky?” she finally asks. Although, I couldn’t tell whether she was disappointed in me. “Is he your friend from school?”

“Actually, he’s my neighbor.”

Natasha stares at me again and nods, looking back at her plate as she chomps down her steak. Steve looks at her for a few seconds before finishing his glass of wine, smiling at me as he stands up.

“I do hope you bring Bucky here again. He seems like a nice boy.”

"He is," I replied honestly. Bucky was, in fact, a gentleman. He has always put me first in any skeptical situation; he even brought my father a basket of fruit out of appreciation and politeness. He's not your typical neighborhood guy. He’s pretty different from that. He's stunning, but I'm not interested in him – and that makes me wonder every night before Natasha returns to my life again.

Natasha stood up without a word and returned to the kitchen, washing her plate. I did not see her that night, and I might’ve guessed she was envious of him. But who am I to think that way? I was probably not unique to her, nor will I ever be special to her.

That night, I couldn't sleep. I needed Bucky to be in my room. He soothed my panic attacks by assuring me that I was always safe with him. As a young child, I needed validation - even from my "friends," but no one seemed to give it to me, so I've always lacked love. But my father and Bucky gave me that love; they did it better than my mother. As I was about to fall asleep, I heard the door creak, which caused my head to turn, and I saw Natasha approaching in her pink shirt and white boxers.

“N-Nat?” I gurgled, rubbing my left eye. “What are you doing here?”

She shushes me with her lips pressing on my forehead as she removes the blanket on my body, tucking herself in with me. She brought my head to her chest and kept pecking my head, which made me feel sleepy and wanted. I heard her whisper, “I’m sorry.”

I hummed, nuzzling my head on her chest. “For what?”

“For ignoring you all night.”

She’s apologizing for being jealous?

“You didn’t do anything wrong, Tasha.” I soothed, looking up at her chin as I tried to catch her attention – she caught my eye. “I thought you were jealous–”

She cuts me off with her deep, shrill voice. “I was,” she sighs, unable to speak for herself. “I don’t know what I was thinking, and I’m sorry. I guess I thought you were mine.”

As she confesses, my heartbeat quickens. Her presence made it difficult for me to breathe. I was embarrassed that my cheeks were warm and pinkish, but I didn't care. I wanted her to notice me - to see me. I could beg on my knees all day and let her stare at me, but I wouldn't mind. I desired to have her as well. I wanted all of her.

She holds me closer and kisses my nose, then on my lips. As we kissed each other, I felt her tongue slipping into my mouth – I could not move. She brought both hands down to my waist and language kissed me, moaning each time we made the sound of our kiss, which became sloppy. She felt maneuvered by me, lightened by my presence. I knew she had always told me what she felt whenever I was around.

“You’re so important to me,” she whispers, nipping the center of my neck. “I can’t see you with him, never. I-I’d die, Y/n. I’d fucking die.”

“Y-You won’t lose me,” I reassured her as I cupped her face. “Tash, you know I won’t ever slip away from you.”

We cuddled up in each other's arms that night. I was happy, wholly fulfilled that she was with me. As if in me. I could smell her thick smoky perfume and mint mouthwash on her breath. I begged in my mind, take me. Make me yours. I promise to be a saint to you. As long as you love me. But it could be impossible that she was in love with me, as I am in love with her.

I laid on her chest, cuddling her close.

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Unwanted Marriage | Chapter 10 - Mrs Romanoff

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You were stunned as you looked at the wedding invitation given to you by Sharon. "Y/N, am I mistaking the name of the groom?" Even Wanda wasn't sure if her eyes were playing tricks on her. Sharon was going to get married to Chase Adler.

"Y/N, don't think I will let you off so easily. Now Chase is going to back me, it's a matter of time when I will get rid of you!" Sharon was still unable to let go of her grudge on you even after almost getting injured. "Y/N did not force you to be with anyone. You are the one that gets yourself involved with Adler." Sharon was about to shout at her when you stepped up to protect her. "You have chosen your own road, nobody asked you to marry him."

"You are the one that pulled us together! The person on that day should have been you! You are really a bitch. You trick thousands of people. You and Chase are the perfect match!" You were no longer going to suffer in silence and gave her a resounding slap. "You bitch. You dare to slap me!"

"What happened? Sharon is looking for trouble with Y/N again?" // "I don't know, it seems that Y/N just hit Sharon." // "All the grudges she bears finally turned into a slap?" In an open office, there was hardly any privacy.

"Sharon Carter! Y/N Y/L/N! Into my office. Now!" Tony Stark came out of his office and ordered. "Millicent, you too."

"What happened just now? Why did you start a fight?" He asked to get to the bottom of it. "She hit me! I just gave her my wedding invitation, does she have to be that angry? I'm afraid that someone had a bad marriage, and is jealous that I'll get married."

"If she doesn't have a good marriage, then who does." Tony thought. "Y/N, you tell me, what happened?"

"Chief Editor, I can't tell you clearly what happened, so why don't I just show you? A fox like her deserved to be hit while walking down the street. I think, any woman would have hit her when they heard someone talk about them like that."

"What do you mean, am I wrong?" Sharon was still adamant on her ways to the end. "Sharon Carter! What happened at the dinner had a serious impact on the company. So I will let someone more suitable to come and take your position. From today onwards, you are no longer editor of Group 1."

"I am demoted? (I never realised this bitch has hooked up to Tony Stark. No wonder she can be this overbearing in the office!) Y/N! You better watch out!"

It was pretty much peaceful for the rest of the day except when Natasha texted you saying she'll be waiting for you outside the building after work. "Ah ha, from your look I can tell it's from the goddess himself." Wanda pushed her chair close to you and ambushed you from behind. You pushed her away and faced away, there was no way you were that obvious.

Once it was time to get off work, Wanda rushed you off saying she'll clear the rest for you. You thanked her before packing your bags and leaving. "Do we have plans today?" You asked as you entered the car. "Yes, I'll take you to meet Rick Mason, he has been wanting to see you."

"Rick Mason?"

"A family friend."

You realised anyone related to Natasha or gets to call Natasha a friend are all very rich people. When you entered the estate. To get to the front gate of this mysterious Rick Mason, you have to drive through a long stretch of road.

"You must be Y/N." He greeted you at the front door.

"That's right, I am Y/N, nice to meet you."

"Hi, you can call me Rick. Come on in. Today I have asked the cook to make some of Natasha's favourite dishes, but I don't know whether it is to your taste."

"It smells nice." You complimented. "Never know that you would be so homely."

"I also know how to cook." Natasha said when he heard you complimenting him. "Really?" You questioned. You can't really picture her standing in the kitchen cutting vegetables. "You don't believe it?"

"Nope."

The three of you began eating and talking and the topic eventually landed on Natasha's legs. "I heard that you have not been to the hospital for a long time for a check up? The doctor said there is still hope, you cannot be so wilful."

"Rick, it's all in the past."

"I know in your heart you will never let it go."

"I understand what you mean, but as long as I don't get some things cleaned up, my legs will not recover." You didn't join in on the conversation as you know it was not your place to do so.

You had a lovely time there but it reached the time where you needed to head home. Rick stopped you from entering the car. "Y/N, ever since she was young, Natasha always has her own ideas, so you try to talk to her."

"Alright, I understand." You were deep in thought as Clint drove the two of you back. "What are you thinking?"

"Nat, haven't you thought of getting your legs checked? Rick is right, there is a chance that you will recover."

"Now is not the right time." She didn't give any more explanation. "Is it because of your stepmother? Were your legs also because of them?"

"You don't have to worry about these things, I will handle it." She has to manage so many things. From your estimation, she took over the company for 10 years and fell into an accident a few years after that. You wondered how she got through it all those years. "You don't have to be sympathetic to me." She pulled you closer to rest your head on her shoulder. "I only hope to see admiration and love in your eyes."

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"Sharon, this is so pretty." She was flaunting her diamond ring in the office and of course there were people who were jealous of her.

"That's nothing, I think she purposely said it in front of you."

"People love to talk, so whatever, we should let her talk if she wants to." As long as she was not actively doing something against you, you don't want to spend your energy on her. "Y/N, someone is looking for you." A colleague told you.

"I will go with you, I am very worried after what happened last time." Wanda was ready to leave her seat and go with you. "Okay."

"Excuse me, are you all looking for me?" You asked the group of guys. "Are you Y/n Y/L/N?" You nodded. "Please come with us." Wanda became suspicious of them when they didn't state their reason for being here. They showed you their police badge, but it wasn't like you could differentiate the real from the fake "We are the police, we need to clarify with you what happened during the dinner."

"Sorry, I wasn't involved in that incident. You have the wrong person."

"Yeah, the victim is just over there, why don't you ask her to assist with your investigation, we don't know anything."

"Please cooperate with our investigation." They started being forceful and grabbed your wrist. "What are you doing?!"

"Help!, we are being kidnapped!" Wanda shouted. "Give me back my phone!"

"Want to call your lawyer? You should wait till you are in the station first!" The two of you started hitting them in the head and their manhood. "You dare to assault the police! You dare to obstruct our work, you can't get away with it now!"

"Hit the police?" // "Are they really the police?" You and Wanda glanced at each other. If they truly are the police, you just got yourself in trouble...

"What is this?" The voice that you came to hate appeared again. "Kidnapping or assaulting the police?"

"She didn't do anything, don't you want me? Let's go then." You tried misdirecting them. "You actually assaulted the police. Policemen, you shouldn't let them off so easily." In the end, the two of you got escorted out the building by the police with a crowd behind you.

Y/N Y/L/N, you will suffer the same pain as I did! No, it's going to be a hundred times worse! I want to see who will save you in the police station this time!

Two of you were thrown into a room when you arrived at the station. "Wait! I need to inform my family! You have no reason to detain us!" You shouted through the door. "No reason? You both assaulted policemen. Is that not reason enough? Just stay here and shut up!"

"What are we supposed to do now?" Wanda asked. "Where is your phone?"

"They have taken it away saying that I cannot bring my phone." Wanda sadly revealed. "Just now when we came, I heard those people were making a call to Adler."

"Adler? Chase Adler?"

"If it's really him then what should we do?" Wanda asked. "Don't worry, it might not be such a coincidence. I mean if it is Adler, he is trying to get back at me but not you."

"Look at this, such deep sisterly love, so touching." A sarcastic clap sounded. "Of course it's me! Last time you escaped, but this time you are at my place. I want to see how you can escape." He makes his way closer to the both of you. "What do you want?"

"Aren't you clear what I want to do? Don't worry, I have prepared a lot of things today, you will like it."

"Adler! Do you know where this place is? Aren't you afraid that people will know about it?!" You shouted at him. "I told you, this is my place. My dad is the Chief of this police station, do you think they dare to leak anything out?"

"Ad-Adler, you, you calm yourself down, just let us go, okay?" He ignored Wanda's words and told his subordinates to hold her and separate the two of you. You screamed for them to let her go but Adler was very focused on you. "Y/N Y/L/N, if you beg me, I might be nice to you." He said in a sickly sweet voice. "Stop dreaming!" You spat on him and shouted.

"Bitch!" He wound his hands and gave you a slap before grabbing you by the throat and pushing you at the wall. "I think you prefer the hard way! The more you resist the more I like it. No hurry, later you will know what heaven is!"

"Adler, you will regret this!"

"I will be a happy ghost even if I get to die underneath the peony flower, but you can think of how you can make it happy so that I might be gentle to you!" He tightened his hands around his neck before dropping you to the floor.

Your pants rode down a little due to the movement and Adler was about to seize the opportunity when you pushed him away and adjusted your clothes. "You stupid whore, stop pretending to be chaste! You just wait there like a good girl and I'll guarantee that you'll feel like you're in heaven!"

"Bastard!" He wasn't fast enough to react as someone wrapped his arm around his neck and slammed him to the floor. "Who was that?! How dare you? Do you know who my father is..." He dragged on when he saw a cane in his peripheral.

"Dad? Why are you here?" He asked. "How dare you randomly arrest people here?!"

"Dad, don't you already know about this..."

"Shut up! How dare you say that!"

"Dad?"

You flinched when you felt someone touch you but her scent surrounded you made you look up. "Don't be afraid, it's me." It's as if her voice is opening a door and rescuing you from this never ending darkness. Tears cascaded down your face when you realised you were finally going to be safe with her.

"Ms- Ms Romanoff? Why are you here? This..."

"Ha, how can I miss a show that you prepared so well for? After all, you secretly took my wife here!" Her hands didn't leave you even when he was talking to Adler. "Wi-wife? Dad, I didn't know!"

"I am really sorry, Mrs Romanoff, my son is truly ignorant, this is just a misunderstanding... Sorry for troubling you... you can deal with this however you like." His son looked up at his Dad in shock, why was he not defending him? "This is all because... this is all Sharon Carter's fault! I really don't know anything!"

"Sharon Carter, Sharon Carter! You don't know anything even though you're married? Aren't you ashamed?!"

"What's wrong with our Adler Family?! What did we do wrong that we're afraid of Natasha Romanoff?! Is it because of her vicious tactics? No matter how vicious she is, she's just a disabled guy! What can she do to us?" He reached over to grab her legs and Clint was about to intervene when Natasha told him to stop. "Dad! Look at how she's lost her mobility! She can't even walk, why should we be scared of-?!"

Before he could finish his sentence, he felt a foot on his face, kicking him to the floor. Natasha folded her leg rest and pushed it aside before standing. Adler was visibly shaking when he saw Natasha standing in front of him. "Even if I am disabled, I won't let the Adler family off!" When she spoke in a calm tone, it made her even scarier.

"Na...tasha?" You looked at her. To see her standing was not something you imagined. At least not so soon. She walked closer to you and lifted you up bridal style. "Y/N, from now on no one will dare to hurt you. Because, I promise, even if the whole world is against me, for you, I will let the whole world know that Y/N Y/L/N no longer exist, only Y/N Romanoff. And that you are my woman, my wife, and she will be happy."

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Ups and Downs

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Slight MCU AU (Female Reader X Natasha Romanoff)

Summary: Your neighbor across the hall isn't anything like you thought she'd be.

Word Count: 3.5K

TW: Men, Guns, Violence, Bad Flirting

Your life has always been a series of ups and downs.

After graduating from university, your life took a turn. Some would say for better. Some would say for worse.

You got the dream job you wanted! But it took you to a brand new country away from everyone you knew.

Your girlfriend, who you planned to propose to, was happy for you! But she wasn't happy enough to stay.

You got a cat! A pet you always wanted! But it turns out it wasn't a stray. It was your neighbor's cat who loved to wander the streets.

So yeah. These last six months haven't been your brightest time. But you tried to be a glass-half-empty person: greener pastures and all that jazz.

So when your neighbor with the whore of a cat moved out, you were determined to become friends with whoever moved in.

Oh yeah, you also needed friends...

So the day you were walking up the stairs to your apartment and, a redhead you've never seen before whizzed by you. You got excited! But before you could even open your mouth, they were gone.

Okay. They're speedy, you noted. You'll catch 'em next time.

Except you didn't. Because unbeknownst to you, the redhead didn't just get home late. They got back home past 4 in the morning. Hair flowing in different directions. Her leather jacket scuffed up as if she was in a bar fight. The bruises on her face would give that impression, too. Plus, she was quiet.

So quiet that you failed to notice that the redhead had been living in her new home for three days prior.

She would roll her eyes at that word. Home. Sure, the apartment was very nice. Had all the parts she needed. But she didn't care where she was stashed as long as she got the job done. Plus, home wasn't a word for her. It never existed in her eyes.

Well, maybe once, but.. never mind.

"Clint, I got the intel, but I'm gonna need a few more days." Your neighbor spoke into her flip phone with such conviction. "Look, the guys I'm tracking can lead to something bigger. Just give me a few more days. Yeah. Yeah. Okay. I'll be waiting for his call." She threw her phone down onto the round wooden dining room table before bending back into the uncomfortable chair.

She knew she should get up. Go take a hot shower. Bandage up her knuckles and tend to her bruises. But with each blink happening in rapid succession. The redhead fell asleep while sitting upright in a chair that her back would curse for years to come.

Across the hall, hours later, you had already gone on your Saturday walk, had your breakfast, showered, and not so subtly waited for any signs of life coming from the woman you saw once. Was it weird? Maybe. Maybe yes. But even you would admit you were desperate for a friend. Or anybody who wasn't stuck in a screen when you wanted to talk. Plus, she was pretty. Or so you think. She had a cap on and dark glasses when you saw her yesterday, but her jacket looked incredible, and she had cute pink lips.

Not that you noticed!!

So, with it creeping closer to early afternoon, you decided to take the initiative. Standing here in front of her door, you were about to knock when a voice stopped you. "Excuse me." Turning to your right, you were met with a tall, broad, shouldered man. Black hair. Dressed in black. The vibe you were feeling wasn't right. Back in the States, you would guess he worked for the mob. "Yes?" You asked, looking him up and down.

"Sorry to bother you. But I'm having trouble finding my friend. She says she lives in this building, but I can't seem to find her. About this tall." He raises his hands just past your head. "Red hair." Oh shit. "She has a if looks could kill kinda attitude as well." He forces out a chuckle you know to be fake. But you fake laugh with him. Afraid of what will happen if he knows you've seen her or if he finds her.

"Wow, she sounds like quite the character. But no, I'm sorry, I haven't seen anyone like that here." You lie through your teeth. Something you don't like to do, but you're just hoping he doesn't notice. "Oh really?" The man's face turns from a fake smile to a fake frown. "Yeah, I'm really sorry." You shrug. You think that'll be it too. Thinking the man will leave with a simple no, I don't know her. But he's a man. They take no for an answer.

"Are you sure? Because I thought maybe this was her place?" He points to the door you're both in front of. You look from his eyes to the door. Shit. Think! "Oh no." You shake your head. "I mean, unless your friend turned into an old woman with a tabby cat who has a knack for playing gin rummy every Tuesday night, then I don't think so. The woman plays cards, not that cat! Although maybe we could teach him-"

"Okay, sorry to bother you." Without another question or look from the man, he turns his back to you and starts walking down the stairs. Frustrated with the answer you gave. Quietly, you move closer to the banister as he descends, hoping he'll prove his real intentions for being here. To your surprise, he does when he reaches the bottom floor.

"Yeah, I checked. She's not here, but..." His voice fades out as you faintly hear the doors to your building open and close. Turning around now, you have a different mindset about the woman across the hall. Before, you were simply going to ask if they had any allergies you needed to know about. Because you planned on making them homemade bread. Banana, to be specific. Well, if she could eat it. But now that was the last thing on your mind. When you looked at the door now, you can't help but feel bad for how much trouble she seems to be in. Taking a few steps closer, you ready yourself to knock on it again. Hoping to find answers.

"Okay, knock in 3..2..." Before you can even process 1, the door opens, and you get pulled into the room with a force you've never felt. Firm hands grip themselves to your arm before turning your body around in a flash so they have a hold around your waist. Keeping your face away from seeing them. You feel her body against yours, quickly short-circuiting your brain before the loud slam of the front door snaps you out of your thoughts.

Scanning the room around as quickly as possible while your neighbor holds you tight from moving, you see things you've never seen before. Files spread across the room in another language—a sniper positioned in the window and lots and lots of spy stuff.

Shit. Shit! This woman was dangerous.

"кто ты?" (Who are you?) The same woman barks, making your eyes go wide at the foreign language used and how lovely her raspy voice sounds. "кто ты!?" She barks again before pushing the backs of your knees out from under you so you fall to the floor. Arms pinned behind you. Fuck that's really going to hurt tomorrow, you think. Wait, if there is a tomorrow!

You rack your brain, trying to think of what she could be saying and what proper response would be beneficial for this particular moment, but your mind keeps getting distracted as the roaming hands of the woman keep touching you.

The redhead above you didn't get a good look before pulling you in, or she would see that there is no way you could be a threat. "Šíření!" (Spread!) She tries a different language, Czech, to be exact. Yet you still don't know it. You don't know any other language aside from English and the little bit of Hungarian you've been learning since you moved.

So her order for you to spread goes right over your head. Maybe if she asked nicely in English, you've complied...

"Oh my god, what are you doing?" You ask as the grip tightens around your wrists and the feeling of her fingers slides along your thighs. But you get nothing in return, only frustrated grunts from the woman holding you down, finding nothing on your person.

"Please, I'm sorry. Just let me go, and I'll pretend I didn't see anything or that I didn't enjoy-"

"Shut up!" Finally! English! She speaks it! "Ow! Fuck! You speak English?!"

"Who are you? What do you want?" Her fingers run through your hair, digging into your scalp before she grabs hold and lifts your head up. "Answer me!"

Remember what I said? Ups and downs.

"I'm sorry. Shit. I- I'm just your neighbor from across the h-hall.. fuck.." The small moan that escaped your mouth could've been mistaken for a groan of pain caused by the redhead.

But Natasha Romanoff knew better.

She knew exactly what that noise that left your mouth meant. Which also confirmed what she was thinking. You weren't a threat.

She loosened her grip on your hair but kept tight around your wrists. "Name? Give me a name." Her tone is softer and not as harsh.

"Mine?" You asked, confused by the whole situation. "Obviously." The spy rolled her eyes but had to hide the smirk, forcing its way onto her mouth.

"Y/N Y/L/N!" You answered honestly. Natasha could tell it was honest, too. Your rapid pulse she had her fingers pressed against didn't waver anymore than it already had by the older woman being on top of you. "And no one sent you?"

She began to loosen the grip she had on you as a whole.

"What?! No one sent me to check up on my neighbor. But Goddamn, this is the last time I'll do that." Natasha thought for a minute as your breathing began to calm down. "KGB? Hydra? MI6? Ring any bells?"

"No, I swear." Natasha thinks again. "Okay." Her voice goes back to a normal volume. One you find delightful even in this particular situation. "I'm going to let you go. Don't do anything stupid." She warns with a smile.

"Okay. I'll try not to." You say knowing you were prone to have stupid things happen to you. "Just please don't hurt me." You mumbled, but Natasha doesn't respond. Instead, she lifts herself off your body, removes her hand from your hair, and lets go of your wrist, which will completely have bruises tomorrow.

Once you feel the air touch your skin again, you crawl a few feet away before turning over.

You like to think that the first thing you laid your eyes on was the redheads apologetic smile, but it wasn't. It was her green eyes. You swear you had never seen anything more beautiful until you looked down the rest of her body. "You're beautiful." You let slip. Surprising the woman staring back at you.

Except she wasn't stupid. Instead of opening her mouth, Natasha kept those those words on the inside.

You're beautiful.

"Oh my God, ignore that. I'm sorry! Does that count as a stupid thing?!" You panicked, only earning a tight smirk from the redhead. "I'll let that one slide." She gets up and walks past you. Leaving you on the floor. "Besides, you're not so bad yourself."

You're brain short circuits for the second time in the last five minutes. Pretty spy dangerous lady called me beautiful?! You couldn't muster any more thoughts, so instead, you turn your gaze to the woman, watching her as she starts packing up. "What are you doing?"

"Packing."

"Why you just got here? Plus, what was that whole thing? Attacking me? Hello?" Natasha stops packing and looks at you. "No one is supposed to know I'm here. Within three days, I've been comprised by my neighbor from across the hall. I can't take the risk." Natasha says point blank while effortlessly avoiding your other questions.

You're not sure how to respond to that. But you know that you should probably get up off the floor. So you do that as the woman goes back to packing. She starts with clothes before moving on to guns. Lots of guns. "Whoa."

You take in all that you're seeing. "Who are you..." You felt the need to ask the unaskable question. "A person you shouldn't try and fuck with." She answers without any sense that she's joking until she winks at you.

Oh, you wanted to moan all over again.

"Should I leave?" You say to disrupt her and the growing silence. "Not yet. I still need answers from you. And to make sure that if you're ever asked. You never saw me." You nod, following along to her words. "Okay." You take a step forward, thinking it'd be a stupid thing to take a step back towards the door.

"Good." She says before dialing someone with a phone, you haven't seen in years. "Go secure. I need a cross reference on the person occupying the apartment across the hall from me. Give me everything. Bank records. Death certificates. Occupation. Everything. You have five." She flips the phone closed and sets it down before her eyes lock on you.

"I need you to sit in this chair for me." She pulls out the chair directly in front of her and her belongings. You would typically agree what, given the situation and the sight of her left hand on the grip of a pistol. But instead: "No."

"What did I say about doing something stupid." The woman groans, making you smile. Just a little over the tiny amount of control you have at the moment. "I'm not sitting on the chair until you give me your name. And the reason."

"You do realize I'm the one holding the gun, right?" You nod. Terrified of guns, but you nod as she waves it in front of you. "I do. But you're not going to shoot me or anything because, from what I just heard. You're waiting on your friend to see if I'm telling the truth, but I have no reason to lie to you."

Natasha couldn't believe what she just heard out of the mouth of that sweet little face. Here's the kicker. You're right. Natasha honestly hates that you have the upper hand at the moment, but Natasha's the Black Widow. She can flip the script as easy as one.. two.. "Please. Be a good girl and get in the chair."

You've never sat in a chair so fast in your life.

In fact, the second your butt hit the wood, you were mentally cursing your legs for betraying you. "How did you do that?!" You looked to her green eyes for an answer, but you both knew. "Alright, fine. Can I at least get a name?" You huffed as she gently handcuffed your hand to hers.

"Natalie." She replied as if that was her real name. But you took it for face value, even throwing Natasha a "thank you."

"What's that?" You asked, pointing at a pile of small silver discs. "Oh, don't touch those." She quickly moves them away from your reach. "They'll electrically shock you and leave you incapacitated." Okay. Good to know. "No touch, got it." You dryly chuckled, earning one from the woman who had no issues being handcuffed to you.

"How many languages do you speak?" You figured if you're going to be waiting, you might as well get to know Natalie. "Do you want to guess?" She smirks at you as she puts away her laptop. "Ummm, five?" You look up for an answer but only receive a shake of the head. "More than five?"

"More than 10, dear."

10?! Dear!?!

"Wow." You mutter. "What about you?" Natasha feels the need to ask. Plus, she wants to know more about the young woman she's handcuffed to. "I'm sure you'll find out when your friend calls back."

"Yeah, but I want to hear it from you." You look up to see her already smiling at you, forcing a shade of pink to sneak onto your cheeks. "Umm, it's not nearly as impressive. But one." You meekly answer, earning a chuckle from Natalie. "You're right.. that's not nearly as impressive."

"Hey!" You groan and whine. "It's two on a good day if I can understand what the vendor down the street says. It's not easy learning Hungarian."

Natasha nods. "You're right. It's not easy. But you picked the perfect city to learn it." You have to agree with her.

"You're right. Budapest is wonderful."

"Budapesht." Natasha can't help but correct you. "Huh?" You look to her, who looks down on you like an English teacher. "Budapesht." She repeats. "That's how you should pronounce it." You shake your head "No. It's Budapest. Your way is wrong."

"No, my way is right. It's Budapesht. You just don't know any better." You scoff, which Natasha takes as a sign to go on the attack. "Oh really?!" She starts. "I'm sorry, but who in the room is the world-class spy, and who is the.. the.. the whatever it is you do!?" She looks at you, who stutters for a moment.

"That's what I thought."

You go to fight back. Which frankly is an unwise move, but you're thankfully interrupted by the sound of the flip phone ringing.

Natasha answers it with urgency. "Clint, you're on speaker; which is it, Budapest or Budapesht??"

"Oh God no. Please stop this. Take me off speaker."

You watch Natalie roll her eyes as she takes the man, Clint, off of speaker. "Okay, shoot your arrow. What have you got for me." Natasha yanks on the handcuff, pulling you to make you look up at her. She holds a finger to her lips with a look in her eyes that you read as "Don't be stupid."

You not as she sets the phone down in the middle of the table on speaker.

"Okay, so Y/N Y/L/N. Born in California. Yadda yadda. Excellent student. Blah, blah, blah. University. Bank is in the green. No sign of trouble. Oh. Is the daughter of two former shield scientists before they lost their lives in a fire. Not Ohio. No Hydra connections either."

Clint quickly adds, confusing you.

What's shield?

"Relationships, let's see... looks like her most recent ex is one Gewn Stacy, and before that it was... Kate Bishop. The second one sounds familiar... Anyways, occupation.. occupation.. Stark Industries. Relocated to where she currently is. Moved into the apartment across from you six months ago. Isn't one to cause trouble. No arrest records or complaints of any kind. I can't find anything else on her. She's clean. Looks like you got a golden retriever living across from you, Nat."

The man finishes up before Natalie or Nat picks the phone up. "Okay, thanks, Clint. Yeah, no, I'm sure she won't be any trouble." Nat looks at you with a smirk, making you shift in your seat.

"Yep. Uh-huh. No. Could you not mention it to Fury? I got it. Okay. No, it's Budapesht. Bye." She clicks the phone shut and looks at you with a smile before laughing. "What?" You ask as you start to smile. "Nothing." She says before she controls her laughter. "No, come on. What!" You plead as Natalie picks up the key to the handcuffs. "It's just... I attacked you earlier because I thought you were dangerous, and here I have handcuffed to me is the most prett- perfect, sweetest person ever, apparently." The pink hue on Nat's cheeks gets missed by you.

You laugh at Natalie's explanation as the cuff slips from your wrist. "Well, I must be scary a little bit. Plus, I think I'm really good at lying!" You fess up. "Not to me, you're not," Nat calls you out. "And you're not scary." She picks up her bag and moves it to the counter to pack her suit.

Now it's your turn to roll your eyes. "Well, I have to be good at one of those things." You say as you get up and follow her around the kitchen and into the living room. "Why is that?" Nat is curious as to what you're answer could be.

"Well, how else would I have gotten rid of that guy earlier?!"

Natasha wasn't expecting that. "What guy?" She turns to you with a stern, calculating look. "Th-the guy. Tall. He was outside your door. Asking about you. I sent him away." Natasha shakes her head and rubs to her bag, grabbing two pistols. "How long ago?"

"What?" You question. Nat runs past you. "How long ago was the guy here?"

"I-uh.." Since Nat's hands and sweet voice were all over and around your body, you truly lost any concept of time.

Nat ignored your non-answer as she looks out the window where her sniper is positioned before turning to you with a worried look.

"Y/N GET DOWN!"

Yeah, there will be a pt2 in the future.

dividers by @/benkeibear

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Jealousy Jealousy (Trouble Part 3)

Pairings: Natasha Romanoff x reader, Kate Bishop x reader

Word count: 1862

Warnings: jealousy, anger, mentions of homophobia, small smut, Nat being a manipulative bitch

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Ever since the party, all you could think about was that kiss. The way Nat’s lips moved across yours had you wishing for more. Her disgusting breath filled with drugs and alcohol was so addicting. You liked to imagine what she would’ve done if nobody interrupted, her cold hand playing with the hem of your panties and slowly dipping past the constricting fabric. Her fingers toying with your clit the way only you ever had the permission of doing.

“Y/N? Darling, there’s someone here to see you!” Your thoughts were soon cut off by the voice of your mother calling you downstairs. You had no idea who it could be, she certainly wouldn’t sound this excited if it was someone like Nat. But you hated how she was still a hope in your mind, knowing deep down that she wouldn’t even try to take the time out of her day to stop by and especially not in a way that your parents could see.

Your mother smiled in your direction and walked off to the kitchen, leaving you and whoever the person was at the door alone. Your mind quickly ran through every possibility of who it could be, only to land on nothing. That was until you opened the door.

“Kate? What are you doing here?” The girl smiled in your direction, playing with the tips of her fingers nervously. She couldn’t look you in the eyes, it was too nerve-wracking.

“Well, ever since the party last night I haven’t really been able to get you off my mind. I wanted to make sure you were okay after Nat pulled you away, and I kind of wanted an excuse to talk to you again.” You both shared a small chuckle at her words, a smile erupting onto your face as hers was marked with fear. She was scared to talk to you, but you didn’t know why. It’s not like you were popular or anything special, if anything, you should’ve been the nervous one. And you were.

“So, uhm, I was wondering if you wanted to hang out today or something?” You were left in shock, your mouth faltering slightly as you blinked a few times to register what she was saying. Your lack of response caused Kate to think the opposite of what you were truly feeling, leaving the small pit in her stomach to grow.

“If not, it’s fine, really! I just thought you seemed pretty cool and wanted to get to know you a bit.” She shrugged, watching as the gears finally turned in your brain.

“No, no, I’d love to! Uh, hold on, let me grab my coat.” She nodded and you shut the door gently behind you, rushing to grab your jacket and saying a quick goodbye to your parents who were just as happy to see you making new friends. When you walked outside, Kate led you over to her car. It reminded you of Nat’s, nothing fancy or large, but enough to hold a few people. The engine took two tries before it finally turned on, causing Kate to let out a relieved sigh. She didn’t know what she would’ve done if it didn’t work.

“So, where are we headed?” You asked, breaking the comfortable silence that fell upon you two. It was nice, you didn’t feel like you had to talk to enjoy her company. With Nat, you were always the one trying to start a conversation that she barely took part in or even tried to listen in on. She was usually too out of it to even register what words left your mouth.

“That’s a surprise.” She teased, leaning over the dashboard to give you a small, sly smirk. You rolled your eyes, hitting her shoulder softly and reminiscing in the breeze provided to you by the open window. It was only a few more minutes before you arrived at your destination, your lips turning up into a cheek-hurting grin when noticing your surroundings.

“Oh my god! How did you know this is like- my favorite restaurant? Have you been stalking me or something?” You rushed out the nearly broken door, only to be stopped as the girl in front of you opened it for you. The diner was a family-owned business, it was the first place you stopped by when you moved to this town. The waitresses greeted you with kindness and respect, they acted as if you had been friends for years even though you knew them for barely ten minutes.

“Oh, did I forget to mention that part?.” She joked, her hand landing on your shoulder and her arm pointing in the direction of the small building. Her smile was contagious and so was yours, it was relieving to finally have someone like this. Nat had never taken you out to a place you loved, she never took you out in general. Kate was quickly rubbing off on you, and you enjoyed it. You enjoyed the warmth with her, the happiness and laughter. It bewildered you that only last night you had met this girl who was already making you feel like no other.

Meanwhile, Nat was stood in front of the phone, dialing your number for the third time. It wasn’t like you to not pick up, ‘maybe you were just in your room and couldn’t hear it,’ she thought. She hoped if anything. When she was ready to give up and say fuck this, the ringing stopped. Your mother’s voice filled her ears,

“Hello?” Nat straightened her back as if the woman could see her and let out a small breath before answering,

“Hey, Mrs. Y/L/N. Uhm, is Y/N there?” Your mother was already annoyed, she could hear it in the sigh she exaggerated and the way her tone matched her cold face that she wasn’t able to see. It was clear to anyone, even Nat, that your parents hated to even hear her voice. She wasn’t that well-liked anywhere in the town, and especially not by your residence.

“No, she just left about ten minutes ago.”

“Oh, will she be back anytime soon?”

“She said around 8 PM. Anything else I can help you with?” Nat was confused, you’d never leave around this time especially not without her. You always followed her like a lost puppy, and now all of the sudden you don’t even tell her where you’re going? It’s not like she was trying to control your life, all she was doing was directing you on the right path.

“Did she tell you where she was going?” Your mother was on the brink of hanging up, clearly tired of speaking to the girl even though it had only been less than a minute.

“Look, all I know is that a girl showed up at our house asking for Y/N and they left shortly ago. We done now?”

“Hold on, what girl?” Nat scowled at the thought but knew who it had to be. Nobody else took the time to get to know you here beside her and Kate, and seeming that you weren’t with her, it was the only other option.

“I don’t know, she had black hair, pretty tall, maybe 5’5?” Nat said her rushed thanks and hung up, grabbing her keys before rushing out the doors of her house and starting her car. Her head was still pounding from last night, but she couldn’t care less. All she cared about at that moment was you, all she ever cared about was you. She didn’t understand where this nurturing side came from, but the feelings she got when thinking of you in danger without her help were too painful to miss. And the fear of losing you to a girl you just met hurt more than anything had ever hurt her before. Deep down, she knew that she didn’t deserve you. Deep down she knew that Kate was better for you, but she refused to admit it to herself. Maybe if she just pulled you away from Kate, then you’d realize just how much you depended on her.

She had no idea where her car was leading her, but she drove and drove until she came to a stop, seeing Kate’s beat-up car parked in the parking lot of a diner. Then she remembered, this was your favorite place. You told her countless times about it, yet she failed to listen each and every time. She could still see your excited face and how it faded when noticing how little she cared.

She took the turn, parking a few spots away from you both so you wouldn’t see her. But she could still see you through the window, oh how she wished that angelic laugh of yours was because of her. She wiped the tears away before they could even appear. Why was she so upset all of the sudden? It’s not like she loved you or anything, you were just some girl who was obsessed with her, nothing more. But the thought of you becoming as obsessed with anyone else caused something inside of her to spin, it made her sick to her stomach. Is this what love felt like? Is this the feeling you described so hopefully of having with someone one day? She always knew that someone was secretly meant to be her, but maybe it no longer was. It had only been a day since you met Kate and you were already hitting it off, maybe she was truly the person you’d been looking for. Maybe your dreams of moving away and starting a family with the love of your life were already being imagined with Kate. The what-ifs invaded her mind like parasites, they wouldn’t go away no matter how much she wanted them to. No matter how much she told herself it wasn’t true, the thoughts wouldn’t go away.

No, it couldn’t be, she would tell herself over and over. Kate probably wasn’t even interested in her own kind, but the way she looked at you told Nat otherwise. It’s not like you could openly say it anyways, but she prayed to every God she never believed in to assure she wouldn’t lose you.

“Fuck, Nat, what the fuck are you doing.” She whispered to herself, punching her steering wheel with her already cut-up and bruised fists. She had to do something quick, something that would make her go away. She wanted you to herself, even if she’d never tell you that.

Her mind raced with possibilities until she thought of the perfect way to convince you. It wasn’t manipulation, per se, just leading you on the right path. It was for you, to make sure you didn’t get caught up with some girl who wasn’t worth it. Maybe it was also for her, a way to keep you away from anyone but her. But, it was all for good measures, you just needed to realize you were nothing without Nat. You were hers, you just needed to remember that. And she’d make sure of it, somehow and someway, she’d make sure you realized Nat was the only one you needed.

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[widowshaze]

yes ma’am | n. romanoff

pairing: ceo!natasha romanoff x fem!reader

summary: rule number one in the workplace, never get on your bosses bad side.

warnings: 18+ only! minors dni! daddy kink, heavy swearing, major degradation, abuse of power, strap-on use (r receiving)

word count: 2.8k

authors note: i haven’t posted in ages so i may or may not have gone feral, but ceo!nat just really does something to me, i hope you enjoy <3

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“Y/L/N!” Your boss's voice rang through the silence of the work floor, the only sounds of fingers typing on keyboards and pens scratching along the lines of the countless forms you were assigned to fill out daily.

Your head snapped up from the current report you had been working on for the past hour, your brain foggy and an impending migraine making its way to the forefront of your brain as your eyes read over word after word of your report.

“Ooo, someone’s in trouble,” a quiet snicker emitted from your cubicle mate and now best friend, Carol. You being paired to share with her when you started only six months ago, a friendship blossoming over the agreed annoyance with your boss and the countless, unnecessary paperwork she always gave.

With a shove of her shoulder you grumbled, “Shut the fuck up, Carol.” You dropped your pen as your hand came up to rub at your temple, aggravation beginning to surface as you wondered what your boss could possibly want now. You were called into her office almost once a week, being chastised over the smallest mistake that only one who was a perfectionist would notice, and unfortunately for you, your boss was one of them.

“Better act quick, the witch is coming,” Carol whispered over to you before turning back to her paperwork, and it was then that your ears picked up on the clicking of your bosses perfectly clean heals echoed across the linoleum floor as she approached your cubicle.

You didn’t dare look up from your paperwork until the clicking of her heels stopped, and a throat cleared from behind you. You slowly peered your head up from your paperwork and turned in your chair, your eyes immediately downcast towards the floor, taking in the perfectly shined heels. “Y/LN,” a voice spoke above you, that had you slowly lifting your head to meet the piercing green eyes of your boss, the most renowned CEO of any corporate business in the tri-state area.

You gulped as you felt your bosses gaze on you, her jaw hardened and set, the look of annoyance painted all across her face. “Yes, Ms. Romanoff?” She crossed her arms across her chest, unintentionally pushing her breasts up more, not that they already weren’t bulging out of the low v-cut of her blouse enough, and you couldn’t help but spare a glance at the cleavage before turning your gaze back to your boss.

Sure, she was worse than the devil himself but the woman was hot, and well, you were very gay.

“Care to explain the excuse of a report that I found sitting on my desk this morning?”

“Ms. Romanoff, I-“

“I don’t want to hear your excuses Y/L/N, I gave you plenty of time to write that report and what you gave me was absolutely mediocre!” Her voice raised on the last few words of her tangent, and you could feel the lingering gazes of your co-workers staring at the scene that she was making. “You have two hours to write me a new report, and I expect it to be hand delivered by you before lunch.” You opened your mouth to speak, but she had turned on her heel and walked away before you could even mutter a word.

“Yes Ma’am, anything you want ma’am.” You groaned out as you rested your face in your hands, hiding yourself from the sheer embarrassment you were ultimately feeling. Carol tried her best to comfort you, but you shrugged her hand off of your shoulder and turned back around to your desk. “If it makes you feel any better, she’s a total bitch.” Your friend tried to lighten the mood but all you did was grumble in response.

“She doesn’t care about anyone but herself. She’s cruel, unsympathetic and expects me to write God’s work while being paid only minimum wage!” You ranted while you rubbed at your temple.

“Wanna go to Joe’s tonight for celebratory drinks?” Carol inquiries and you were sold at the idea of getting blackout drunk. So you begrudgingly got to typing up a new draft of the report with the lingering thought of tequila in your mind pushing you through.

—

As if you couldn’t have timed it perfectly enough, you finished the report just as the clock struck the two hour mark as you were neatly putting it into the folder to give to Romanoff. You stood from your desk, folder in hand, as you prepared to enter the devil’s dungeon.

With a thumbs up from Carol for good luck, you begin the short trek from you desk to your boss’ office. You were thanking the stars when you noticed that her blinds to the office windows were drawn and she wasn’t able to see you panicking as you reached a hand up to gently knock on her door. A quiet spoken “come in” was spoken from inside and it took every ounce of courage for you to open the door and step foot into her office.

No one was just allowed inside of her office, those who did step foot into it were either being fired or they never came out, and you always wondered what happened to those who never did. You quietly took a few steps into the office, taking in the foreign place, noticing that it was simple, yet elegant, a few bookshelves were to the left, filled with books that you couldn’t even decipher the name of, a few fake plants littered the room to give it some life and sitting in the middle of the room was her desk, dark wooden with paperwork scattered all about it, and behind the desk sat the devil.

“Close the door.” She spoke sharply and you immediately obliged, reaching a hand behind you to pull the door shut. “It took you long enough. Give it here.” She demanded as she held her hand out with her perfectly manicured fingernails. You gulped again as you closed the distance between you and her desk before setting the folder in her grasp. She quickly took the folder from you and flipped it open, eyes scanning the pages as she flipped through them quickly.

You chewed the inside of your lip nervously as you watched her scan every word, on every page, letting out hums of disapprovement the further she got into the report. By the time she has finished the report and slammed it shut and placed it onto her desk, you knew you were fired. “It’s better than before, but it’s still poorly written. I’ve given you six months to prove yourself worthy to have a position in my company and you have proven nothing.”

You immediately looked down at the ground, your eyes fixating on the few scuffs on your shoes to avoid her harsh gaze. “I’m sorry, Ms. Romanoff, I’ll do better next time, I promise.”

“Apologies will get you nowhere Y/L/N,” she spoke harshly as she got up from her chair and rounded her desk to stand next to you. “It seems as if I’m going to have to teach you a lesson so this doesn’t happen again.” She whispered in your ear, and the sudden closeness of your boss has you gasping in surprise. You quickly lifted your head to look at her, but she was quick to grab a fist full of your hair and slam you down against her desk.

“You’ve done nothing but put shame to the name of the company I created,” she spoke gently as she kicked a foot between your legs to spread them apart. “You’ve failed countless times at such intern level work that sometimes I forget why you still have a job here.” She continued as she moved to stand between your patted legs, pressing her front against your ass, and you could feel the bulge of what she was packing beneath her trousers, and it took everything in you to suppress the moan you so desperately wanted to let escape.

“Maybe it’s because you’re pretty, hm?” She said as she pushed your skirt up to rest around your waist, revealing the not so work appropriate black lace thong you decided to sport that day. “Walking around with your skirt, showing off those beautiful legs I’ve thought about burying my face between multiple times before.” Her hand came against your ass cheek, and you let a cry out in pain, your hands gripping the edge of her desk. “Or the way you wear those low cut blouses leaving nothing to the imagination.” Another slap and this time, a moan escaped past your lips.

“So pathetic, and I haven’t even touched you yet.” She snickered from above you, as you felt her hand cup your heat and you couldn’t help but buck your hips against her touch, a silent beg for more. “Is this what you want? You want me to touch you whore, hmm? Fuck you right so maybe that way you can do your job properly?” She asked as she pressed her thumb roughly against your clothed clit and you couldn’t suppress the deep moan that escaped you as you nodded quickly. “Please Ms. Romanoff, I-”

You were cut off by her hand wrapping around your neck, pulling your body up flush against her own. “Don’t worry darling, daddy’s going to fuck you so good, and then maybe, she won’t fire you.” You whimpered at the nickname she had given herself. You could feel your arousal dripping down your thighs, your underwear completely ruined and all you could think about was her hands on your body and wanting nothing more than to be fucked into oblivion.

She turned you around in her grasp quickly, before grabbing under your thighs and lifting you up on her desk, your legs immediately spreading open for her, a dark chuckle escaped her as she moved herself to fit perfectly between them. “God look at you, spread out for me like some dumb whore. Is that what you are baby? Are you daddy’s dumb whore?” You whimpered and nodded, as she looked down at you with an almost predatorial gaze. “I’m daddy’s whore, please.”

It was like you didn’t have control over the words coming out of your mouth, she had you in a trance, she had you right where she wanted you to be. The smirk that etched itself on her face was almost devilish as her fingers hooked into your underwear and slid them off your legs, revealing your glistening folds to her. Her gaze burned into you, her eyes drinking in every bit of skin they could see, the way she licked her lips as her eyes fell to your cunt had even more arousal dripping from you, and you whimpered. “Daddy, please, touch me, fuck me, please.”

You begged from below and she chuckled, as she unbuttoned her blazer and tossed it aside, before working on the button of her pants, her eyes never leaving you. “Such a needy little slut, begging to be fucked.” She spoke as she pushed her pants down, the red strap she had been packing slapping up against her stomach, and you moaned at the sight of the large, silicone toy. Your legs spread even wider as you wrapped them around her waist, pulling her flush against you as the tip of the toy nudged your clit, causing you to whimper.

“Ah ah ah, there will be none of that.” She reprimanded as she grabbed your legs from around her waist and pushed them open more, and you were unsure as to how your body was able to bend in the positions that it was. “Gonna be daddy’s good girl and take my cock, hmm?” She questioned as she slid the toy between your folds, soaking it in your juices, earning a moan from you at each nudge against your swollen and throbbing clit.

You nodded fervently, “I’m gonna be daddy’s good girl, I promise.” You whimpered as she pressed the tip against your entrance. “That’s what I thought.” She snapped her hips against yours in one swift movement, fully bottoming out inside you, your mouth fell open in a soundless moan, the sudden intrusion taking all of the breath out of your lungs. Her hands gripped your waist once she was fully inside you, barely giving you time to adjust to the intrusion before pulling her hips back and thrusting back into you once more.

A loud moan escaped you this time as the smirk etched on your face turned into a devilish grin as she began drilling the toy into you with brutal force. Whimpers and moans were the only coherent sounds you could form as the faux cock was filling you in all of the right ways, hitting every spot deep withing your walls almost perfectly.

“Look at you, so cock drunk already aren’t you slut?” She said breathlessly as she continued to pound into you, all you could form was a nod as the toy continued to be pounded inside you, a feral moan escaping you once it hit that spongy sweet spot deep within your slick walls. Natasha took note and angled her hips to hit the spot over and over again with each thrust, watching you fall apart under her touch and it was the most ethereal sight she had ever seen.

“Such a good girl, taking daddy’s cock so well.” She muttered out, her grip on your waist tightening as the toy nudged her clit with each thrust she made, the sight alone of you all fucked out on her desk was almost enough to send her over the edge, but she wanted to see you fall apart first before she allowed herself to.

“Mhm, I’m daddy’s good girl.” You spoke between moans, the coil building in your stomach, threatening to snap with each thrust of her hips, your knuckles bleeding white with how hard you were gripping the edges of the desk.

Your moans grew louder with each thrust of Natasha’s hips and she knew you were seconds away from your orgasm. “Are you going to come sweet girl? Gonna come all over daddy’s cock?” She questioned sweetly and you nodded quickly. “Please daddy, m’ gonna come, please let me come.” You begged, because you weren’t sure how much longer you could hold on. Your brain was fuzzy and you were completely fucked out, every thought, every sensation was on Natasha and all you wanted to do was please her.

“Well since you asked so nicely,” she almost teased as she leaned down to press a kiss against your jaw before whispering in your ear. “Come for me,” and that’s all it took for you to reach your release. Her lips pressed against your own to silence your screams as your orgasm washed over your body, your back arched off the desk as you tried to kiss her back, but your brain wasn’t able to function as the most earth shattering orgasm ripped through you.

Her thrusts didn’t lighten as you began to come down from your orgasm, her hips stuttering slightly as her own impending orgasm was on brink of releasing. You reached a hand up and slid it through her deep red locks, pulling her gaze to meet your own. “Want you to come for me daddy,” you whispered as your grip tightened on your hair, pulling her face down to meet yours. “Let me make you feel good.” A deep moan ripped from Natasha’s throat as her hips stilled, the silicone toy buried deep within you as her own orgasm washed over her.

Her body fell limp as she collapsed on top of you, and you were quick to wrap your arms around her to comfort her as she rode out her high. Her face buried within your neck as she breathed deeply, trying to catch her breath, as your fingers continued to thread through her locks. She placed a few open mouth kisses along the base of your neck as her breath evened out, before lifting herself up to look down at you.

“Think you’ve learned your lesson yet Y/LN?” She questioned as she pulled the toy out of you, a whimper of protest leaving you at the loss of fullness, but a sharp look from her had you silenced. You nodded as you shyed away from her gaze as an answer to her question, “Yes da- I mean Ms. Romanoff.”

Her hand grabbed your chin, forcing you to look at her as she smiled sweetly, the complete opposite of the predatorial gaze she once had. “Oh sweetheart, don’t you worry, I’ll be having you calling me daddy much more in the near future.” And with those final spoken words, she pulled her pants back up and fixed herself in the mirror before sparing one last glance in your direction before exiting her office without another word.

And it was in that moment, you knew, you were under the complete control of Natasha Romanoff.

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Masterlist

Welcome to my masterlist! Alongside my work on Wattpad and AO3, you can find all my mini series and oneshots linked down below. I usually only write for Natasha Romanoff and occasionally Yelena Belova, but feel free to send in any requests. But no smut, I’m not comfortable with that :)

Natasha Romanoff | Series

[F = fluff, A = angst, H = hot af ]

⧗ Double the Trouble AU | WandaNat x daughter: [F] Natasha and Wanda have their work cut out raising twin girls. But despite the struggles and the arguments, there is nothing that would break the bond this family has created

part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4 | part 5

Canon oneshots:

A Day Out: [F] summer and sunshine calls for family trips out. To the zoo, naturally[2.9k words]

Groceries: [F] Natasha volunteers to do the weekly shop. Mundane, perhaps, but with two babies, things are never smooth sailing [1.4k words]

Cuddles: [F] a tipsy Y/n only wants one thing when she comes home from a party- Natasha’s hugs. And who is Natasha to refuse cuddles from her teenagers? [800 words]

New Families: [F] Natasha was content keeping her little family to herself. But Yelena and Melina weren’t. Which is how the family of four find themselves in Ohio, resurfacing memories for Natasha and challenging the three year olds in a whole new environment. Isla loves it, Y/n… not so much [4.4k words]

⧗ My Songbird AU | Natasha x Willow (O!C): It’s the 70s. Final summer of high school. Why not spend it getting high, partying and sneaking off with your girlfriend in a town that is so disapproving of anything deviating from the norm.

Mood board | part 1 [F]

⧗ Back in Time | Winterwidow x daughter: Natasha and Bucky’s daughter seeks comfort in her Aunt Wanda as her parents go missing on a mission. She doesn’t ask for much, she only wants to see them again.

part 1 [F] | part 2 [A]

Natasha Romanoff | Oneshots

⧗ Promises: [A] Natasha and Anastasia didn’t know love… not until they found it in each other. But the Red Room was cold, in more ways than one [2.6k words]

⧗ Ghost of You: [F + A] Learning to move on after Natasha’s sacrifice is the hardest thing in the world [3.2k words]

⧗ Lost in the Fire | f1 AU: [A] A horrific crash tests Natasha’s nerves to the limit as she has no choice but to sit back and watch from the garage. Her girlfriend and her sister push themselves for that all important win. [4.5k words]

⧗ I Will Rescue You | natasha romanoff x adopted daughter reader: [F + A] An alert from the Red Room sends Natasha, Yelena and Bucky on a last minute mission. But what they find is far from expected… [3.7k words]

⧗ Can’t You See This is Breaking Me: [A] Natasha isn’t quite ready to give her entire life for the woman she loves [5.2k words]

⧗ Tattoos For Troubled Minds: [F] Natasha struggles to trust anyone when it comes to touching her body. But that becomes rather difficult when a tattoo idea comes into her mind that she just can’t shake [3.6k words]

⧗ Midnight: [A] Natasha has never learned how to rest, and at midnight is where she is most vulnerable [1.1k words]

⧗ I Know What You Are: [A] The bane of Natasha’s existence had finally slipped up but when sent to eliminate her, feeling get in the way far too easily. [5.9k words]

⧗ Mustang | cowgirl Nat AU: [H] The mayor’s daughter. A bounty hunter. One has freedom, the other does not. But will one fleeting night be enough to convince Natasha to leave everything she’s ever known behind? [4.3k words]

⧗ Is It All For Nothing?: [A] You just want a friend. Is that so bad? How is it fair that everyone else gets one but you. What did you do that was so wrong? [1.3k words]

⧗ Midas Touch | Maid!Natasha: [F + A] no amount of money will ever save a broken marriage or a broken woman. But maybe the right person can turn everything she touches into gold and this time won’t be cursed to break everything she cares about. [7.1k words]

⧗ Welcome To My Head At Midnight | song fic: [A] Natasha Romanoff is her own worst enemy and maybe this fight isn’t one she’s so sure she can win. [2k words]

Yelena Belova | Oneshots

⧗ For Her: [F + A] Yelena tries to find the balance between spending christmas with her girl and tracking down Clint Barton… [1.7k words]

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Mini Poser Calls for Backup

Natasha Romanoff x Female Reader

Yelena babysits for you and Nat. When there’s some drama with your oldest child, Yelena calls in backup.

Note: Mini poser is back! With a special guest! I hope y’all enjoy it! Other mini poser fics can be found on my Nat masterlist. Also, this is my 100th Natasha fic! 🥳

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You and Natasha are enjoying a long overdue date night. Your wife reaches across the table and takes your hand in hers.

“This is nice,” you say.

“It is. But I do have a small confession,” Natasha says. She leans forward and you mirror her in anticipation.

“You miss the kids, don’t you?” You ask her.

“So much, yeah,” she says.

You both share a laugh.

“I miss them too. But they’re good with Yelena, baby.”

“I hope they aren’t giving her any trouble,” Natasha says.

“Oh, I’m sure Belle is attached to her side and begging for mac and cheese. And the older two are probably complaining about mac and cheese,” you predict exactly what your kids are doing.

“You’re probably right,” Nat laughs out.

“Let’s try to enjoy tonight, yeah?”

“Yeah, let’s do it detka.”

Across town, Yelena is on the couch with your kids watching a movie.

“Alright, kiddos. Moms are out having fun, so what shall we do for dinner?” Yelena asks your three children.

“I want mac and cheese,” your youngest daughter says.

“We can’t always have mac and cheese,” Ali, your oldest, says.

“But I want mac and cheese,” Belle pouts. Her eyes begin to tear up, but Yelena steps in just in time. She picks the three year old up and walks towards the kitchen.

“Aw don’t cry, Belle. I’ll make you mac and cheese,” Yelena says. She’s met with a huge smile. “And I’ll order the rest of us pizza. How’s that sound kids that are too cool for mac and cheese?”

“Sounds great, Aunt Yelena,” your son Ivan says.

“Al?” Yelena gets the preteen’s attention. “Is pizza cool with you?”

“Yeah,” Ali mumbles, and then corrects herself when she realizes it was slightly rude. “Yes, that sounds good.”

“Awesome,” Yelena responds. She goes into the kitchen with Belle still on her hip.

After the pizza is delivered and the mac and cheese is ready, the four of them settle around the kitchen table.

“So, how is school going?” Yelena asks the oldest two kids.

“It’s good,” Ivan offers. He’s not a talker and that makes Yelena grin.

“Good is good. What about you Ali?”

“It’s fine,” she says.

“Fine? Fine isn’t so good. Is something-” Yelena begins, but Ali is up out of her seat and in her room before she can even finish the question.

“Do you know what’s going on?” Yelena asks Ivan.

“She’s been like this for weeks. She won’t tell anyone what’s happening.”

After dinner, she knocks on Ali’s door, but gets no more than a yes she’s okay. Yelena feels stumped. She didn’t exactly have a normal childhood, and she worries she can’t help Ali without relating to her.

Yelena decides to call someone who may have a better chance at relating to the young girl. She’s at the front door not even twenty minutes later.

“Hey Kate, thank you for coming,” Yelena says. Kate enters the house.

“You guys are in a crisis. I’m on my way,” Kate says. If Yelena understands the reference, she doesn’t comment on it.

“So you can help?” Yelena asks.

“Yeah, for sure. Where is she?” Kate asks.

“Her room. We really don’t know what we’re dealing with heer. Preteen drama it seems?”

“I can handle that,” Kate says with a smirk. She walks to Ali’s door and knocks on it.

“Hey, it’s Kate. You know the super cool archer friend of your Aunt Yelena? Can you open the door for me, Ali?”

She doesn’t hear a response, but she is met with the young girl opening the door a moment later.

“Aunt Yelena called you?”

“Yep. Is it cool if we chat?”

“I guess so,” Ali replies. Secretly, she’s kind of excited to be talking to Kate.

“Sweet. We’ll just be a little bit,” Kate tells Yelena as she shuts the door behind her.

About 30 minutes later, the girls emerge from the room and Ali has a smile on her face.

“How did you do that?” Yelena asks Kate as she pulls her into the kitchen.

“Magic,” Kate wittily says. Yelena sighs. “Nah, but really I just talked to her. I think it helped that I wasn’t her mom or aunt or anything. More of as a friend.”

"Thank you, truly,” Yelena says and she means it.

“Anytime,” Kate says. “You can repay me in some ice cream?”

“Ha, let’s see what Nat and y/n have in that department,” Yelena says.

Yelena makes bowls of ice cream for everyone and Kate socializes with the kids. They sit on the couch and Kate offers to take a photo of everyone to send to you and Nat.

You’re getting into Nat’s car when your phone dings.

“Oh my god, look at this,” you show the picture Natasha who left her phone at home.

“Is she? Is Belle really putting her hand on her forehead in an L shape?” Natasha asks.

“She totally is.”

“I love her,” Natasha replies. “But how did she learn that?”

“My bet is Kate Bishop,” you say.

“Or Yelena,” Natasha says.

“They probably tag teamed it,” you joke.

Natasha puts the car in drive and you head back home to your family. You can’t wait to see them again.

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Love Who You Love

Title: Love Who You Love

Pairing: Stephen Strange x F!Reader (Platonic) // Natasha Romanoff x F!Reader

Rating: Mature

Word Count: Not gonna lie...I'm sick right now and didn't count this. I'm sorry. Maybe like 900?

Tags: Angst, fluff, overthinking, struggles with sexuality, drinking, crying, supportive Doctor Strange, kissing, and maybe a curse word or two.

Written For: @comfortember

Day 4: Overthinking

Beta(s): None

"Nope. I can't do this..."

You stand outside the door to Natasha's bedroom and wipe your sweaty palms on your jeans. You finally thought you gathered the courage to tell her how you feel, but as soon as you get within five feet of her, you panic.

Your shoulders sag as you make your way to the kitchen. With all of the inner turmoil you're going through over this, a strong drink seems like the only solution.

Grabbing an empty glass, you pour a hefty amount of bourbon and down it in one go.

Yeah, this is much better than confronting my feelings.

As you start to refill it with more of the amber liquid, a familiar crackling sounds across the room. You look up just as your favorite sorcerer steps through one of his portals. He takes one look at you and shakes his head.

"Trouble in paradise?"

"I wouldn't call it paradise, Stephen. More like trouble in hell."

He takes a seat next to you and grabs your drink, taking a sip.

"Listen, kiddo, I can't relate to what you're going through, but you have to know that she's not a monster. Natasha isn't going to treat you any differently than she normally does just because you tell her how you feel. You're both adults, and I'm sure she's still going to be your friend even if she doesn't feel the same way."

You sniffle and wipe a stray tear with your sleeve, "but what if she does? What if she doesn't want to be around me because of who I am?"

Stephen reaches out and rubs your arm tenderly, his eyes sympathetic as he looks at you. He wants to help you, he truly does hate seeing you suffer, but he's no expert in the relationship department.

"Would it help if I told you that I've seen the way she looks at you?"

"I don't know...have you seen the way she looks at Bucky? I wouldn't be surprised if they're already dating," you grumble.

"Who's dating?"

You whip your head around and almost knock over the bottle of Bourbon, "u-um...I...what?"

Natasha walks over and leans against the kitchen island, her eyes trained on you. She smiles warmly and nods at the whiskey, "what's the occasion?"

You open and close your mouth like a fish out of water and Stephen pats you on the back to give you a nudge in the right direction.

"It's um...I'm just...thirsty?"

Natasha looks between you and the sorcerer for a moment, "am I...interrupting something?"

Stephen stands up and slides your half empty glass back in front of you. He moves his hands in a circular motion, conjuring another portal, before turning back to look at you.

"Actually, I think Y/N wants to talk to you about something, and I've got other matters to attend to. I'll see you two around."

He's gone moments later, and you aren't sure if you want to thank him or kick his ass next time you see him.

"So, you avoided my first question and answered my second question with one...what's got you so flustered?"

"You... "

That one little word escapes your brain to mouth filter and you want to crawl into a hole and never resurface.

"I...I mean...um..."

You're about to abandon this conversation all together and see if Tony can build you a time machine so you can start this day over. Anything to avoid the mountain of anxiety that's churning in your stomach.

"Me? I...don't understand?"

Your heart races as you make the decision to just get it over with and tell her, or it might be the alcohol that's giving you courage. You aren't sure which.

"I don't know if you've noticed, but I've been acting weird around you lately. It's nothing you've done wrong...no...it's because of me...because of how you make me feel. No, that sounded wrong. What I mean is, I've been trying to tell you that I like you, but I was scared because I thought you were dating Bucky and Stephen tried to tell me that he's seen the way you look at me and I-"

Natasha cuts you off with a kiss and your eyes go wide. She pulls away and smiles, a slight smirk on her face.

"Stephen's pretty perceptive, Y/N. And as far as Bucky goes, he's just a friend. You, on the other hand, well," her gaze moves to your lips as she slowly leans in.

"Maybe we can see where this goes..."

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The Runaway Distance Life Of A Little Stark chapter 30: Last Will And Testament

Pairing: Tony Stark & daughter!Reader, Pepper potts x tony stark, Happy hogan, tony stark & Pepper potts, Maria hill & Tony stark, Ben parker, may parker & peter parker, Matt Murdoch & Foggy Nelson, Steve rogers, Natasha romanoff, Sam Wilson & Nick Fury, Tony Stark & Harley Keener

Summary: Two Families meet and now it is THE WILL

Warning: Tears and flashbacks

Co author with: callikc Tag:  @venomsvl  @geeksareunique

May found solace when being with friends and family.

She always had.

As she spoke to Ned Leeds' parents, Dulce and Nina, and MJ's mother, Louise, she felt the grief die down just a little. It wasn't gone by any means, but at least it was manageable.

(Pretend This is ned's Filipina moms, Dulce and Nina, up to you which one is who.) "It'll be lonely without her." Nina was saying with a downcast look. "She loved our cooking."

Dulce smiled sadly and put an arm around her shoulders. "She did. She always looked out for Ned, too."

"She loved those boys."

Louise nodded in agreement. "She helped out in the cafe as well. I'd have been lost without her."

(yes this is Hallie Berry as Louise Jones. M.J's mom) "She did?" May asked.

"All the time. If Michelle got sick or I was too busy then (Y/n) was there in a heartbeat. She donated all she had sometimes to keep the place running."

-

The Peter Pan Donut & Pastry Shop was a cozy little place.

It was warm and open and Louise took pride in keeping the cafe up to the best standards. It was her childhood dream to own a quaint yet homey place like this and now in adulthood she never wavered from that dream.

You were sitting at the counter with a steaming mug of warm coffee and the famous quiche from the menu. It was one of the very rare days where you didn't have to be at SHIELD or take care of the kids and so you took the day for yourself to simply relax. You enjoyed the atmosphere of the cafe and had become quickly acquainted with Louise due to how often you were there.

So when you noticed Louise stressing out after receiving what looked like a troubling phone call, you were understandably concerned. "Is everything okay?" You asked softly.

Louise shook her head as she put down her phone. "It's my mom."

"What happened?"

"She had a fall again."

"Oh, God. Is she okay?"

"They think so. An ambulance was called and she's in the hospital for scans. I can't leave her there but I can't take Michelle either. And with the hospital bills these days, I'd have to sell this place just to pay half!"

"Hey, it's okay." You quickly set down your mug and stood from your stool to walk over. "I'll help. Name anything, I'll do it."

Louise sighed. "Ellen, I couldn't ask you to do that."

"I'm offering. I know it can't be easy running this place and being a mom at the same time so please. I'll take care of MJ, I'll take over here for a bit, I'll even contribute with the bills. I don't want you struggling if I can help."

"You're too good for this world, you know that?"

"Trust me, I'm not. I'm just a good friend."

"I don't want to put you out."

"You wouldn't, I promise. Just go see your mom now and I'll cook for MJ when she finishes school. I'll bring Ned and Peter too."

Louise considered you for a moment before ultimately nodding. "Thank you, Ellen."

"Of course."

-

Louise smiled as she remembered particular moments such as that.

"She was too good." She said.

Dulce nodded in agreement and then looked to the swing set on the far side of the grounds where the kids were sitting. Ned and MJ were comforting Peter as he cried.

"Poor boy." She said. "I can't imagine how he feels. Losing his parents and then (Y/n)."

May looked over as well with a pained gaze. "He always wanted a sister. For days all we could hear was his crying. We never realized how much he loved her."

"What's happening to her apartment?" Nina asked. "I'm sure you have so many memories there. Will it be sold again after the clear out?"

"Honestly..." May hesitated and shook her head. "I don't know at the moment. I'll have to discuss it with Ben and the landlord. I don't think either of us has the heart to let it go."

"I understand. It can't be easy."

"No. Apparently (Y/n) has a lawyer she talked to about this. We'll see him too I hope."

On cue, Ben appeared. He had previously been talking to some of his friends from work and then Mr. Delmar before Foggy had approached him.

"Hi, honey." He said to May, kissing her cheek softly. "The lawyers are here to talk about (Y/n).”

She didn't reply but did take a very shaky breath and nodded to show she understood. Ben then called for Peter to come over as well.

"Are you sure?" She asked, nervous. "I don't think he's old enough to hear this."

"I know." He assured her. "It's just for a little while, in case she left something for him."

"We could just have the lawyers call us."

"They're here now so we might as well deal with it while we can. I'm sorry."

She sighed, then nodded again. "Okay. I guess so." Once Peter came over, they parted ways with Dulce, Nina, and Louise and joined Foggy who greeted them with a sheepish 'hi' and his condolences. He led them over to where a group of people stood.

"They're here." Agent Hill called.

Soon enough, the Parkers were officially introduced to Tony.

"This is May and Ben Parker." Hill explained. "And their nephew, Peter."

After simple greetings were exchanged, Matt also introduced himself.

"I know this is a hard and trying time and I'm sorry to have to discuss this now, but there are a series of requests that (Y/n) had if she were to die. There's an office inside the cathedral we can talk in."

Tony took a moment to let everything sink in. However, as he went to talk, he noticed Harley again. The boy looked as if he was trying to sneak away.

"Give me a minute." He told the others, disappearing instantly.

Harley seemed as if he was trying to hail down a taxi, and he was attempting to be subtle about it. It didn't work.

Tony crossed the cemetery grounds, his hands shoved in his pockets as he avoided the eyes of the onlookers. It was easier than having to force a smile or muster up yet another thanks for their condolences. Harley was still trying to catch the eye of a taxi driver as Tony stopped behind his old friend.

"Well, well, well." He spoke up, surprising the boy. "Hello again."

Harley froze in surprise and whirled around. "I'm not here."

(idk if he was 11 here so just pretend he is) Tony raised a brow. "Unless I've hit the blind age in the last minute, yeah, you are."

He looked down, not knowing what to say.

"I know what you're doing." Tony told him.

Harley seemed like he wanted to argue but ultimately backed away from the road as he raised his head again.

"Don't tell my mom." He mumbled.

Tony walked over, managing a small but genuine smile. It was one of the only few he could muster up that day. "And what would I not be telling her?" He teased.

"You know..." Harley trailed off for a moment. "That I snuck all the way to New York to go to a funeral."

"Alone?"

"Yeah. Alone."

"What are you now, like... Ten?"

Harley frowned. "Eleven and a half."

He sighed. "Jesus, kid."

Tony then glanced over to where everyone else was still waiting for him to return. He looked back at Harley.

"Stick around for a little bit, alright?" He asked. "We'll catch up later and you can tell me how that potato gun's going."

With a sad but subtle and excited smile, the boy nodded. "Okay."

"Good one. I'll see you later."

He put a hand on Harley's shoulder and gave it a light and comforting squeeze. Then he turned around and headed back to everyone else.

"Everything okay?" Pepper asked once he came back.

Tony nodded. "Yeah. Just an old friend."

"That boy?" Roberta questioned.

"Yeah, long story. Actually, can you keep an eye on him?"

"Of course, dear. What's his name?"

"Harley Keener." He nodded in thanks. "He's a good kid."

She smiled. "I'm sure he is."

As this took place, some others were having a discussion over another grave.

Fury's one.

Steve and Sam were reminiscing on the fall of the Triskelion and how the aftermath and cleanup was going.

"So, you've experienced this sort of thing before." The real Fury spoke up, appearing beside them.

"You get used to it." Steve confessed.

He nodded in agreement. "We've been data mining HYDRA's files. Looks like a lot of rats didn't go down with the ship. I'm headed to Europe tonight. I wanted to ask if you'd come."

He hesitated, still looking down at the grave. "There's something I gotta do first."

"How about you, Wilson? Could use a man with your abilities."

Sam also thought about it for a few moments. "I'm more of a soldier than a spy."

Again, Fury nodded, shaking both their hands. "Alright, then. Anybody asks for me, tell them they can find me. Right here."

He motioned to the grave.

"You should be honored." Natasha spoke up, joining them. "That's about as close as he gets to saying thank you."

"Not going with him?" Steve asked.

"Nope."

"Not staying here?"

"Nah. I blew all my covers. Gotta go figure out a new one."

"That might take a while."

"I'm counting on it." She gave him a smile before showing a file she had tucked away in her jacket. "That thing you asked for. I called in a few favors from Kiev."

She handed Steve the file as the others watched. It was a very old collection of notes and personal entries from long ago, and, hopefully, it would allow him to find his long lost best friend.

"Will you do me a favor?" Natasha asked, causing him to look up. "Call that nurse."

Steve scoffed in amusement. "She's not a nurse."

"And you're not a SHIELD agent."

He looked down, knowing it was very true. "What was her name again?"

"Sharon. She's nice."

Then, with a loving smile, she kissed his cheek softly. Steve also smiled at the gesture before he looked down at the file in his hand again.

"Steve." Natasha said. "Be careful. You might not want to pull on that thread."

"You're going after him." Sam stated, noticing the file also.

"You don't have to come with me." Steve said.

"I know. When do we start?"

"Before you go-" Fury chimed in, drawing their attention. "You might wanna stay behind until after Stark is done with (Y/n)'s lawyer."

Steve looked at him, curious. "Why?"

"Because she didn't just leave something to her father, she left something to the whole team as well."

They each shared a look.

"Now I best be off." Fury continued. "I think you should tell the others."

"We will." Natasha said.

-

In the private office inside the cathedral, your last will and testament was finally being told.

Tony, Pepper, Happy, and Rhodey were sitting on one side of a table with the Parkers on the other side and Matt and Foggy at the head of it.

Hill was waiting outside with Roberta and Harley. "Now that we're all here..." Matt began. "Mr. Stark, (Y/n) wanted you to know that the Parkers were the family she was assigned to watch over. She always spoke fondly and said family comes in all forms and that you're always allowed more than just one in your life. She thought of both of you as her family."

Tony watched the Parkers curiously, thinking back on seeing them earlier. He had suspected right from the start that it could have been them solely because they were some of the most heartbroken looking people in attendance.

He looked at the boy again. Peter.

He was shy and nervous, hiding behind his aunt and uncle and only occasionally peering out at everyone else.

"(Y/n) also told me that she didn't want Peter to sit through this longer than he needed to." Matt added. "She was worried he was a bit young for it all."

May nodded in understanding. "She left something for him in particular then?"

"Yes, she did."

He nodded to Foggy who took a small and square neatly-wrapped box from his bag. With a friendly smile he offered the gift to Peter.

"It's okay." Ben told him, encouraging his nephew to accept it. "It's a present from (Y/n)."

Everyone watched curiously as Peter gingerly took the box into his own hands.

"What is it?" He mumbled.

"(Y/n) said it was something you always wanted." Foggy explained. "It took her a while to configure but she said it would be worth it to make you happy."

Peter sniffled as he found a part of the wrapped box to tear. He was careful, as if handling glass, and hesitated with each movement until finally he could open it.

Inside, on a velvet cushion, was a watch.

It looked fancy, the color scheme black and red, with a shining face that gleamed in the light. Peter stared long and hard as his bottom lip trembled.

The others waited with bated breath for him to tenderly place the watch around his wrist. His hands trembled too much for him to do the strap and so Ben helped him with it. Then, as it was secured around Peter's arm, the face of the watch began to glow.

(Just ignore the Hairy arm) A pale blue hologram shot up from the face of the watch, catching everyone with the glow. Much to their surprise, a female voice came from the hologram.

"Hello, Peter Parker. My name is Karen. I am the natural-language user interface created by Ellen Campbell, otherwise known as Miss (Y/n) Stark. I was designed to work alongside and aid you in your everyday duties."

Peter gasped in surprise alongside May.

"W-What is that?" She questioned. "I don't... What's a user interface?"

"It's... Some kind of hologram?" Foggy guessed, not knowing what it was either. "A video?"

"An AI." Tony stated, gazing at 'Karen' in genuine awe. "She made her own AI. That's... Amazing."

-

It was over a year ago now that Peter had discovered who you really were.

He had been dropped off at the apartment building by Ned's moms after school and was heading straight to your place since May and Ben were attending a party at the hospital May worked at. It was adults only so you had volunteered to watch over him immediately, and it wasn't like he was ever going to say no to an evening with his honorary big sister.

When you didn't answer the door right away he simply found the spare key and let himself in since he knew where it was.

"Ellen?" He called out.

The apartment was silent.

He frowned and dropped his bag, continuing to call out your name for a minute before finally someone responded. Only, it wasn't you. It was another voice entirely.

"Good evening, Peter." The voice didn't seem to have a source. "I am glad you got to Miss (Y/n) Stark's residence safely."

Peter stared with bulging eyes as he spun around wildly in an attempt to locate a person.

"W-Where are you?" He asked fearfully. "How do you know Ellen's name?"

"Forgive me, Peter. I did not mean to scare you. My name is FRIDAY. Miss created me to be her artificial intelligence service."

"What? That means... Ellen... Made you?"

"She did."

After this processed, he calmed a little, reassured by the explanation. After all, something made by you wouldn't hurt him.

"Are you alright?" FRIDAY asked. "You appear to have elevated breathing and heart spikes."

Peter found himself staring at the ceiling as he talked. "I'm okay. It's just really cool."

"Me?"

"Yeah! I mean, (Y/n) - Ellen - she has her own AI?"

"Miss is very talented."

"She's awesome!" He grinned. "How did she do it? Do you have a code? Are you portable or just for the apartment? How long did it take?"

"I am sure Miss Stark will explain everything." She replied.

"Oh! Yeah. Sorry. Where is she, by the way?"

"I am afraid she is stuck in traffic. She said, and I quote, 'This goddamn traffic is killing me. Get your douche canoe out of my lane before I kick your ass into next year, you twit-womble.'"

Peter burst out into giggles at that. Not only because it was definitely a thing you'd say, but because the flat tone of FRIDAY's voice somehow made it even funnier.

"A delay of fifty-two minutes is expected." She added.

Peter composed himself, but was admittedly dejected because of the update. It would be boring without you.

"Did she say anything else?" He asked.

"Miss did mention she would bring your favorite pizza and finish the keyboard project to make up for her delay."

He smiled at that.

He then proceeded to spend the next hour of waiting chatting away to FRIDAY and asking all sorts of questions as he worked on his homework for the weekend.

As soon as he heard the lock click he sprung to his feet with a toothy grin plastered on his face.

"Ellen!"

You barely had time to close the door behind you before he barrelled into you at top speed with a tight hug. You couldn't help but laugh, holding a warm pizza box in one hand and your work bag in the other.

"Hey, kiddo." You chuckled, dropping the work bag on the floor so you could ruffle his hair. "How've you been?"

"Alive." Peter shrugged. "I really missed you, though."

"I missed you too, Pete."

He stepped back and noticed the pizza, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively. You playfully rolled your eyes and handed him the box which was thrown open in seconds.

"Am I forgiven?" You asked with a laugh.

Peter, already with a mouthful, nodded enthusiastically. "Always!"

You smiled and sat next to him on the couch. "Sorry about the traffic. Things were hectic."

"I get it. Too many douche canoes out there, huh?"

Your eyes widened. "What?"

He smirked. "I got your voice message from FRIDAY."

"Oh... Oh! Right, uh... Don't tell your aunt and uncle. I'm on thin ice after the pool incident."

"I promise. As long as I get free pizza for life."

"Sure thing. Anything for you." You relaxed in the seat. "So you met FRIDAY?"

He nodded. "She's super cool. She said you created her years ago."

"I did."

"No way! How?"

"Weeks of insomnia, rock music classics, and a whole lotta free time."

"Can you make me one?"

You playfully shrugged. "I don't know."

He pouted, putting the pizza box down to grab your arm with both hands.

"Please." He begged, shaking your arm several times. "I'll be so good! I'll clean the apartment, I'll bake you cookies, I'll make you something too! Anything!"

You laughed as he started listing all the possible chores he could think of.

"Relax, child." You said. "I'll see what I can do."

His entire face lit up.

"Thank you!" He threw himself at you in another hug. "I love you so much, Ellen!"

You held him close and kissed the top of his head. "I love you too, Pete."

-

"Miss Stark wanted me to assist you with whatever you may require." Karen explained.

Peter, shaken from the memory, tried desperately not to start crying again. He couldn't believe that even after all you dealt with in your life, both as Ellen and as (Y/n), that you still found the time to make him something he asked for over a year ago. He wished he could thank you in person.

"I hope we can be friends." He said after mustering the courage to talk again.

"I'm sure we will." She replied. "Miss Stark made sure we were compatible as friends were she to have to leave."

It was horrible to have to see such a young kid mourn the loss of someone who clearly meant the world to him. It was hitting Tony particularly hard. He didn't even know the kid and yet the thought of you making such an important gift for him just showed how much you loved Peter. Because of this, he couldn't help but feel as if he had to know him, to understand what it was like being so close to you.

If this was just the first gift, he couldn't help but wonder what else lay in store.

-

A little while later, Peter had been sent out of the room to stay with Roberta and the others while the rest of the will was read and the mementos given out.

"(Y/n) left a message." Matt explained near the end. "In the case of her death she wanted to leave something personal, to tell her family what we can't."

Foggy had placed a laptop on the table by now and positioned it so everyone could see. Right away the screen showed an image of you sitting in a very big and comfy looking chair with a warm smile.

The mixed feelings could be seen all over in the room. Tony reached for Pepper's hand, scared to hear your voice again, to hear what you had to say to him.

"Everyone ready?" Foggy asked.

A few more mixed looks were exchanged but ultimately each person nodded. With this permission, he pressed play.

"Hi, everyone." You greeted.

Immediately the nerves could be heard in your tone. You were scared, or worried, yet it was clear you wanted to appear casual and collected.

"This must be weird, huh? I'm pretty sure you'll only see this if I, uh... Well, if I kick the bucket." You paused, yet forced out another smile. "I mean, that's the plan anyway. If I do happen to be on the highway to hell or stairway to heaven, then I'm sorry. I'm sorry that you're probably sitting there watching this as part of the will I'm writing. Who's shocked, really? After all, us Starks don't tend to get a long life span."

There were sad smiles around the room as you attempted the joke.

"I'm alive for now, at least. I hired lawyers ahead of time because... I don't really know... Just because. I want everything planned. After all, who knows how they're going to die? I could try the cool thing and sacrifice myself. I could be in a car accident. I could even slip on the stairs. You just never know until it's time. Maybe the threat from all those years ago will finally follow through and I'll be assassinated." You tried to smile again but it didn't work that time. "Sorry to keep joking. I think that's another Stark thing. Humor to protect against fear."

You sighed, taking a slow breath.

"I am scared, I won't lie. But not of death. I'm scared to lose you. Dad, Pepper, Happy, Uncle Rhodey... Ben, May, and Peter. You've all changed my life in some way and I think in the end I'm better off for it. I'm glad my two families get to meet each other. I'm sorry that Peter can't stay for this but he's just a kid and I can't put him through this kind of thing again. He's suffered enough. I hope he likes Karen."

There was a silence.

"Uncle Ben, Aunt May." You closed your eyes for a moment. "I love you both so much. I'm leaving you my SHIELD salary. All I saved up, it's yours. Every 60k note."

The couple were shocked and shared a stunned look. Tony and the others were also quite surprised, mostly because of how generous it was and just how much it was to give away.

"Of course she did." May whispered.

"We can't." Ben said. "We can't take that."

As if you were actually in the room, you began talking again.

"I know, I know." You chuckled. "I know you're going to say you can't take it or it's too much or something like that. But please, for me. You're amazing people and I want you to have it, and I want Peter to have it. Send him to MIT. It's where he's always wanted to go. And I'm sorry that I didn't tell you who I was, May."

You sighed.

"There's a lot of reasons, but mostly because I wanted to protect you. You loved me like a mother and I was so scared I'd lose you if you knew the truth. Fury also made the call, and I respected it. You didn't ask, so I didn't tell. I'm so sorry. I'm glad we had some good times, though. Cooking dinner for Ben and Peter was always my favorite thing to do with you. And thank you, Ben, for knowing who I am and keeping my secret. I can never thank you enough for everything you did for me. You might have been ordered to accept me, but I like to think I was genuinely loveable"

Ben and May both smiled sadly. Then there was a pause, and you looked down at the ground.

"Thanks for letting me look after Peter, by the way. I know it can't have been easy letting a stranger into your lives and trusting me with your nephew, but you did. I was vulnerable back then and I guess part of me still is with everything that's happening, but your family was the best gift I ever got. I'm just a normal person with you, and that's a feeling I love."

By the end of the dedication, May could feel tears brimming her eyes. She turned to her husband and leaned into his embrace as Ben watched the rest of the video sadly. Pepper, Rhodey, and Happy watched the Parkers both with curiosity and gratitude. They had each missed you dearly but knowing you were so looked after by loving people was a kind of solace for them.

Tony couldn't say the same. He was also grateful, that much was true, but he couldn't help but feel jealous. He was supposed to protect you, you weren't supposed to be forced into the care of strangers. Still, he was hoping he could talk to them after everything to see if they could help him understand what you were like.

"Now comes the real tear-jerker." You spoke up again, drawing everyone's attention back to the video. "Pepper, Happy, Rhodey... And Dad. I have so much to say but no one to hear it and that's the worst part of all this hiding. Still, talking to a camera is easy compared to everything else, I gotta admit. It's been so many years now... Six, I think? I've lost count. The days all sort of merge into one eventually. But the least you deserve to know is that I never stopped missing everyone. Every day I thought about you and what could happen if I came back. I just... I never found the will to make it happen."

You looked up again and your eyes sparkled with emotion. You spoke so softly that your voice was almost incomprehensible.

"Uncle Rhodey... You were my best friend growing up. You and Mama Rhodes were just... Amazing. Incredible. Thanks for looking out for me, from dropping me off on the first day of school and picking me up on the last, even though you had all those military duties going on. You're a good guy, and you deserve something pretty damn awesome for everything you did. So I'm leaving you my car."

You finally managed another smile.

"I hope it's still around when I'm gone, anyway. I don't know if it'll survive and I guess that would make this pretty disappointing, huh? But no, it's a good car. Reliable. I've got faith it's still going strong. Agent Coulson actually gave it to me on my 18th birthday. Look after it, alright? And, spoilers, it can fly." You dramatically paused, grinning a little. "Was that gasps of awe I just heard? It's true, though. Trust me on that. So, yeah, pretty cool. Thanks for everything, Rhodey."

Tony and Pepper shared a look. Not only were you a celebrated engineer and SHIELD confidant, you also had a flying car? What else had happened while you were on the run?

Rhodey was trying his hardest not to let tears fall. He couldn't speak, and, even if it was just a recording, he nodded to the screen in promise to look after the car.

"Happy, you're next." You then said, jokingly adding a haunting tone to your voice. "Although you were there for my dad, you also never wavered from protecting me too. Thanks for that. When my dad was busy with work stuff or other people couldn't make it, you looked after me. I also want to say thanks for not telling anyone about my hospital visit. It's okay now because everyone knows the truth, but you made good on the promise and I appreciate it. So don't beat yourself up or think my death is your fault in any way because I swear it isn't."

Your smile slowly dropped and you became more serious.

"Keep on living, Happy. Protect my dad, protect Pepper, and look out for yourself as well, okay? That's important. Don't retire, though. I can totally imagine you still kicking ass when you're one hundred. Maybe find a girlfriend, though. You're my family and I want you happy, just like your name. Promise me that." Happy looked down at his hands, thinking on your words carefully. Was it okay to feel relief that you really didn't blame him for anything? Was it okay to feel some margin of peace knowing you could never feel animosity towards him for keeping quiet? He did crack a smile thinking about how you wanted him to get a girlfriend, though.

"Pepper." You said, moving on. "I don't have words. I miss you so much. So much. Whether you intended it or not, you were the mom I never got. You looked after me like one and I'll never forget it. I think that when I get sad I'm reminded of our happiest moments, like you comforting me after I saw my first sad movie, or you putting up my first A+ grade on the wall. I'm proud that you're CEO now, and that you've got a good relationship going with my dad. I'm rooting for you."

There was a pause.

"I'm gonna leave my apartment to you." You explained. "I've lived there for years now, and it's got a ton of memories that I don't want being lost. I've known you my entire life and I think you're the only one who's going to keep it homey and clean. You and Dad can go there for days off or something, I don't know. You can spend time with Ben and May and Peter if you like, I'm sure you'll like each other. As for the furniture and clothes and stuff, you can donate it all or keep some or whatever you like. I trust you to do what you think is right. Thanks again for being the mom I always wanted."

Pepper closed her eyes, being the only one unafraid to show her tears. She held Tony's hand as she cried and did the same as Rhodey, nodding to the laptop screen as if you were really there. Even if she had all the money in the world and all the material objects she wished for, she would never turn down that apartment. She would look after it with everything she had.

You took a long breath and Tony knew it was now his turn. He wasn't prepared at all and squeezed Pepper's hand for both preparation and comfort.

"Dad." You said.

Your own voice trembled.

"We didn't get the best start, I know. Whether you were too busy or I was too much, I'm not sure. But I'm older and... Sort of mature enough to think better of it all. I grew up angry and alone despite having everyone I needed right there in front of me. I could see everyone, but I was still blind to it. That's on me." You paused to take a shaky breath. "I wish I was different. Maybe we could've got a better start if I tried harder or tried less to get your attention? I don't know. Maybe nothing would change at all."

You sighed.

"Still, I hope I can see you again without the fear of being killed or losing you. There's been times where I've seen you, you know? On the streets, on the news, times where all it took was a reach and we could meet each other again. But I was scared. I've left something for everyone, and now it's your turn. I hope it's a good one. For one, you get my apartment with Pepper."

Tony nodded once to himself, glad but also sad that he was included at least. Even after your last goodbye, he couldn't help thinking you still hated him. Yet knowing you loved him throughout it all hurt, too.

"You also get something else." You added. "Before I lived in the apartment, I had somewhere else that I called home. Even after I joined SHIELD and moved into the city, I kept the place as my own vacation hole. I'm leaving this place to you and the Avengers. It's big enough to serve as a base or just an intelligence building or whatever you want to do with it. Fury and Hill know about it. If they're still around, they'll show you I hope. Keep an eye on it."

You gave them all one final pause.

"Thank you. Everyone. I hope I can have some shred of forgiveness for hiding this whole time. Thanks for everything. I love you.”

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[dirtyvulture]

😎 I can work with Yelena , Melina and Alexei as confirmed sergeant romanoff’s adopted family. But is Nat still older than Yelena by five years and is everyone still from Russia ? ( Like did Melina and Alexei come from Russia and adopted Nat from there too) Except Yelena ( in the comics at least, this wasn’t confirmed in MCU to my knowledge) who is from the Ukraine ( side note I stand with Ukraine) . Because there is a big gap in siblings with an age difference of five years as kids and not so much as adults ( my sister is four years older than me and she is my only sibling so I know what I am talking about) . Like there is a huge difference between 11 and 6 ( Ages of Nat and Yelena in the BW flashback opening) and in 18 and 13 ( the ages Nat and Yelena would be when Nat enlisted and left for the army) . But then twenties on ward it isn’t really anything ( My sister and I are in our twenties and we have gotten much closer than when we where kids ) . That is the information I need to know.

I think that Yelena is in either the Air Force or the Navy ( possibly the Marines, more likely the Marines) because Florence Pugh was ( the actor who played Yelena) was on running wild with Bear Grylls that would lend itself well with that. Either way I believed that Nat was in the military first and when she had gotten the news that Yelena enlisted she was NOT HAPPY because Nat loves her sister ( baby or not) more than life it’s fucking self and Nat is sooo scared for Yelena. Nat took that news out in many ways : She took it out on her liver with drinking vodka , took it out on the sub in her situation ship at the time, ( depending upon her rank at the time) took it out on the recruits and lower level grunts, took it out In training and used it to complete obstacle courses and beat opponents in combat training. Nat also hated the idea that Yelena would have to deal with the some toxicity , belittling, and abuse that she does.

I would think that Nat comes from a military family , Alexei ( possibly Melina) and his father and so forth all in the military ( Alexei and his father and after that would probably be Russian Military as a opposed to American) . So Nat and Yelena grew up bouncing from place to place and most likely learning a lot of languages and cultures but didn’t have a lot of experience with making and keeping friends their own ages or at all. Never really grew attached to any place or anyone. And while I think that Alexei and Melina love and care for their children and where good parents they didn’t always show it it in the always that were needed ( especially Alexei) and that could explain Nat’s rougher around the edges attitude and why she has a harder time letting people in and warming up to them. The only person that she is exceedingly affectionate and loving with is and has always been Yelena but now Nat has slowly doing that with SB. God help anyone that comments on Nat being openly loving and soft for her sister and her beef !

Now here is a another question and the last bit of this post. Do they all still have different last names: Natasha Romanoff , Yelena Belova, Melina Vostokoff , Alexei Shotskavo ( like when Melina and Alexei got married Melina kept her last name and when Nat and Yelena were adopted they kept their last names) ? Because imagine poor SB going to meet the family all excited golden retriever and having practice the correct Russian pronunciation of Nat’s last name after she told SB what it is and that she is from Russia but “ americanized” her name. Thinking it was the family name , only to be meet with other Russian last names they can’t hope to pronounce correctly apart from Belova ( which isn’t Russian but still Eastern European) . And at some point Melina calls out Natalia ( Nat isn’t in trouble, Melina and Alexei just call Nat her Russian birth name at home) and poor SB is looking around asking if there is a third sister/ daughter ( poor baby is sooo confused 😭) but being told no it is Nat’s birth name and Natasha is a Americanized nickname ( like how people named John are called Jack or people named Richard are called Dick) . The family loves SB and are super excited because Nat has NEVER BROUGHT ANYONE to meet the family so they knew it is very serious for Nat. Yelena and SB would get along so well and Nat would be like “ OH GOD there is two of them!!!!” as SB and Yelena are hyper active chaotic golden retrievers . It would be even better if there is a miss ✨KaTe BisHoP✨ ( it doesn’t matter if Yelena is AroAce in this universe or not , if they are dating or not . Kate and Yelena are an amazing duo no matter what) in the mix and there are three chaotic golden retrievers ( SB, Yelena and Kate ) and two black cats ( Nat and Melina) . Honestly I have no idea what Alexei would be.

You have a lot of very specific questions, anon 😂😅 But I appreciate them and will do my best to answer:

To be honest, since most of the characters haven't been introduced yet in the Sergeant Beef universe, I don't really know how "canon" these answers are since things can always change, but for now, we'll go with Nat being older by 4 years because that's a nice number lol.

I literally only watch that episode of Bear Grylls' show because Florence was in it lmao 😂 But she did a really good job keeping up with him! So yes, perhaps Yelena is a devil dog. :) Nat was definitely both proud and worried when Yelena enlisted, because like you said, she didn't want Yelena to be subjected to the same abuse and toxicity she faced, but she also knows how strong her sister is and that she could handle herself.

I guess for canon sake, we can keep everyone's last names as they are in the movies/comics lol. But yes, our poor golden retriever is going to be an absolute mess meeting Nat's family for the first time and trying to keep up with all the different names. However, Melina would find SB very cute and Alexei would love being able to mess around with SB, so they approve, and as you said, Yelena and SB are basically the same person, so Nat would be dying trying to keep them both out of trouble.

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[abbyromanoff]

I’m sorry…(Trouble Chapter 4)

Pairings: Natasha Romanoff x reader

Word count: 3043

Warnings: smut, fingering, praise, angst, fluff, possessiveness, jealously, homophobia, secret relationships, R’s parents being assholes

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It had been nearing a week since the last time Nat called you, talked to you or even looked at you. You felt hopeless and alone, she had never been this distant with you, what did you do wrong? Whenever you tried thinking of all the possibilities of what you might’ve done to upset her, you came up empty. It had been dragging you down all week, and everyone had noticed it.

“So, Y/N, I was talking to our neighbor. You know Mrs. Barnes, right?” You nodded with a mouthful of food, putting a finger to your lips to signal to wait.

“Yeah, I know her. Her son is in a few of my classes.” She smiled between bites, giving hinting glances to your father who sat on the other end of the table. You were too caught up in your own mind, you couldn’t notice the clear meaning behind their shared looks.

“Well, she’s told me that her son is single. We thought it’d be perfect to set up a little something for you two.” Your head shot up, your angered expression not matching your mother's cheerful one.

“Oh, c’mon, don’t give me that look. Trust me, you’ll love it! We can go shopping for a pretty dress and you can get all dazzled up, you’ll look so beautiful.” Were you not beautiful without the dress or makeup? Apparently not, that’s only what boys cared about anyways.

“Mom, I appreciate it but I don’t really like Bucky like that.” You tried stating calmly, only for your annoyance to grow the more she spoke.

“Why not? He’s a very handsome young man, you two would look so cute together. Don’t you think, Y/F/N?”

“Your mother is right, Y/N. You need to stop staying inside all day and go out. Make friends, go on dates, have fun for once.” You sighed, your appetite suddenly lessening as the thought of eating alone made you nauseous.

“Darling, you need to do more with your life besides sitting in your room and writing or drawing or whatever you do up there in that cave of yours. You’re 18, you’re not getting any younger.” It hurt hearing the words come from your own parents, the people who were supposed to love you. Nat’s words ran through your head, maybe she was right, maybe she was the only one that actually loved you. And you ruined it without even knowing.

“I’m sorry but I don’t want to go out with him, I don’t want to date anyone. I don’t want a high school sweetheart like you guys, I want freedom.”

“Y/N, no boy is going to want to date you when you’re old. They want a young, pretty girl to have their children, why do you always have to go against everything we say? Why do you always feel the need to start an argument? Can you not just listen to your own parents for once?” You quickly shoveled in the rest of the food, not caring to ask if you could leave the table and immediately standing up to head to your room. Your parents called after you, disappointment and angered words leaving their lips. It brought tears to your eyes, why couldn’t they just love you? Were you that unlovable?

Your body collided with the bed, the soft mattress almost immediately readjusting to your body and hugging you softly. You let it all go, all the frustration and worries turned into tears that quickly turned into loud sobs. You wished Nat would be here to hold you, take care of you. But she wasn’t. She hated you. And it was all your fault. You’d sit here, drowning in your sorrows and hoping that she’d at least call. Some would say you were acting dramatic, but they must’ve never known what love feels like.

Nat sat parked outside of your house, the limited light making it nearly impossible for anyone to see her there. She wanted to talk to you, not apologize, just talk. She didn’t think you deserved an apology after what you did. You knew it would hurt her and you still went out with Kate.

She got out of the musty car filled with smoke looming in the air and walked to the side of the building. She could see your light on and took her chance, using the firewood your father left out to her advantage. She stood on top of it, mentally thanking her height which let her just barely reach the first-floor roof. She was lucky your room was connected to it as she knocked on your window, seeing a figure through the blinds almost jump up. You knew who it was, Nat was the only person who’d ever climb the side of your house so idiotically. You rushed to unlock your windows and open them, seeing Nat’s beautiful face smiling back at yours.

“Nat!” You quickly covered your mouth to try and minimize the sound you made, fearing your parents would somehow hear you. “What are you doing here?”

“What? Am I not allowed to see my favorite girl?” She let herself into your room, knowing you’d let her in anyways. She cupped your cheeks in both of her hands, staring down at you and licking her lips.

“I missed you, baby.” Her voice was hushed and her breath reeked of cigarettes. You feared it was another high of hers, she’d act like she cared for you and then would forget everything she said the morning after.

“Are you seriously high again?” She chuckled and shook her head, grinning at the cute pout that painted your face.

“No, I’m not high. I only had a few cigs, nothing too dangerous.” You let out a relieved sigh, trying to fight the urge to have her in your arms but failing. Your tears returned as your wrapped both arms around her large form, your head resting on her chest as she cradled you closely.

“Shh, it’s okay.” She kissed the top of your head, smelling the sweet shampoo that she loved so much.

“What did they do?” She sat down on your bed, pulling you close to sit on her lap. Your legs were over her side as she used her thumb to wipe the tears pooling out of your eyes. You told her everything, failing to notice the angered expression she held.

“I swear, I’m going to fucking kill them.”

“It’s okay, Natty, it’s not your fault.” You both sat in comfortable silence, the only sound being the sniffling coming from your nose and the hiccups leaving your mouth. She had almost forgotten the entire reason she came to your house until you spoke once more,

“Natty?.” She gave a hum in response, signaling for you to go on.

“Are you mad at me?” Her silence was all the answer you needed. But you still wondered why, why was she mad at you? What did you do wrong?

“I’m sorry for whatever I did, I really don’t know what I did wrong.” She almost broke when hearing the soft and apologetic tone you used on her.

“I don’t want you hanging out with that girl anymore.” She muttered, but you could still hear her. Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion, you had a feeling who she meant but why did she hate her so much?

“With Kate? But, Nat-”

“Don’t ‘but’ me, Y/N, you know what you did. And you couldn’t fucking even tell me.” She paused, releasing a troubled breath and flaring her nose, “Do you like her?” The question took you by surprise but you couldn’t deny there were small feelings there, ones you’d never tell Nat about.

“What? No! Of course not! She’s, just a friend.” She didn’t seem to believe you, but you couldn’t blame her, you couldn’t even believe your own lie.

“I want you to promise me something.”

“Of course. Anything.” She looked you dead in the eyes, her anger settling for something warmer and sweeter when seeing you.

“I want you to promise me that you’ll never talk to, go near, or even think about her. I don’t want you around Kate, she’s not good for you.” Your eyes widened at her words, the thought of losing Kate wasn’t one you liked, but losing Nat would be even worse. You were a wreck without her for only a few days, you couldn’t even imagine how crushed you’d be if you lost her again. So, you had to agree, it was the only thing you could do.

“But, what if I lose you again? Kate she- she doesn’t do the things you do. With her I can actually talk and not just be shut down, it’s nice, you know?” You regretted your words the second they left your mouth, Nat clearly didn’t like them either.

“What, so you don’t want me anymore? I’m too much for you?”

“No, that’s not what I-”

“Listen to me, Y/N, you’re mine. And so what if I have an occasional smoke, at least I’m actually having fun instead of hiding all day doing nothing. Kate is not good for you, she ruins people. I don’t want to see that happen to you. I would hate to see you get hurt because of your own stupid decisions.” Her statement reminded you of your own parents, were you really that boring that you couldn’t even break loose every now and then? Maybe that’s why she’s too embarrassed to have you around. Because she doesn’t want anyone to see her with someone like you.

“Tell me, baby, who do you belong to?” She was standing in front of the end of the bed now, you stuck in your old position. You held your hands in your lap and picked at your fingernails as the emotions that were bottled up started to arise. When getting no response, she tried again.

“I won’t ask you again, who do you belong to?” You sniffled, refusing to make eye contact with her as you muffled your response.

“You.”

“What was that?” She teased further, your voice only rising as you spoke again.

“I belong to you and only you, Nat.” She hummed, nodding her head slowly in agreement. She cupped your cheeks like earlier, this time leaning in close but not just letting your lips touch, she was waiting for you to make the move. You reluctantly did, pressing your mouth against hers for a short yet passionate kiss. Before you could pull her back in for more, she moved back.

“Nat-”

“Shh, just let me do all the work, okay?” You were pushed down onto the bed as you watched Nat remove her leather jacket along with her shirt. Her denim jeans were next to go, leaving her to be left in nothing but her bra and panties. You were still fully clothed, until she sat next to you on the bed, ridding you of your shirt and soon your pajama pants. Your bra was already been removed when you had gotten dressed, your freed nipples hardening as the cold air hit them. Your legs clenched together as she played with the hem of your panties, slowly dipping a finger in to feel your warmth.

“Fuck, you’re already so wet for me.” She whispered, her breath ragged and short.

“Is this all for me, Y/N?” You nodded as it became too hard to speak, the fear of accidentally releasing a noise too loud and your parents hearing overcoming you. She seemed to understand and didn’t push any further. Her other hand played with your neglected breasts, running her fingertips over the buds gently. Her hips thrusted into the air, her arousal pooling in her damp panties when hearing your light moans. You had such an effect on her, she didn’t understand it but you did things to her nobody has ever done before. You made her feel cared for and loved while making her horny as ever, it was unbelievable.

“You’re so beautiful, have I ever told you that?” She had, but this was the first time she seemed to mean it when she wasn’t high. She wasn’t one to give compliments, but whenever she said them, meaningful or not, it made your heart melt.

“You’re the most beautiful girl in the world, and you’re all fucking mine.” Her digits teased your clit, rubbing the bundle of nerves as you soaked her fingers. She pulled them out of your undergarments, licking the two digits and moaning at the taste of your juices.

“You taste so good, love.” She pulled down your panties, you lifted your hips to help her in the process. Her eyes widened when seeing you bare, your precious cunt on display for her. She licked her lips as her fingers found their way back to your needy clit, her mouth finding place on your breasts. She circled your nipple with her tongue, your head tossing back as your hands grasped the sheets beneath you. You’d never felt so good before, not even from your own fingers. You had guessed Nat had practice before, the thought only made you envy whoever it was who got to be with her first. You always expected your first to be a man, but you also never expected to meet someone like Nat who’d change everything for you in just a few months.

She could feel how tense you were, and no matter how needy you were, she couldn’t get you to relax in her hold.

“Hey, relax. It’s okay, I’ll be gentle. If you need me to stop I will, just tell me, I won’t be mad.” The soft side of her calmed you down like a breath of fresh air. You needed her and she needed you just as much.

“I’m ready, Natty. Please, I want you to touch me.” She nodded, hesitantly pressing her lips onto yours and savoring the feeling. Oh, how she’d never get sick of those plump lips of yours. She pressed her forehead against yours, the tips of your noses hitting just barely. You felt her fingers prodding at your hole, begging to feel you. You gulped down your worries and nodded, almost instantly feeling two digits slide into your tight cunt. She didn’t move, instead letting you get adjusted to them and kissing you apologetically when you hissed in pain. She wanted to kiss your neck and paint your skin with her marks, but she knew she couldn’t. She could only ever mark you as hers where no one could see, her love for you would always have to stay hidden, even from you.

“You- shit! You can move now.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes just- please! Please fuck me, Nat.” She didn’t say anything, instead doing as you asked and slowly sliding her fingers in and out of you. Your whimpers and whines only encouraged her to quicken her pace. As much as she tried to be gentle, it was nearly impossible to hold back.

“God, please! I just wanna- fuck, I wanna ruin you, baby. Wanna make you mine, show everyone you belong to me.”

“Please mark me, Nat, please. I don’t care if they can see it, just want you everywhere.” She compiled, moving her head towards your chest and kissing down to your nipples before leaving a small purplish hickey. She admired it as if it was gold, she couldn’t take her eyes off of it and she never planned on doing so.

“Shh, you don’t want your daddy coming in here and seeing his daughter all spread out for me, right? I can see the look on his face already, he would be so disappointed in you, such a shame.” Her words didn’t register in your brain, you were too out of it to even think. Your mouth formed an O shape as she thrusted into you repeatedly, a pit forming in the bottom of your stomach as you came closer and closer to the edge.

“Nat! I’m gonna-” Her hand covered your mouth to silence you. As much as she wanted to listen to your moans on repeat for hours on end, she knew there was no way she could without you being caught.

“Cum for me, Y/N, cum all over me.” She hid her head in your neck, sucking the skin softly, completely forgetting her rule of no marks that could be seen. Your coil snapped, your juices soaking her digits as she let you ride out your high.

“Good girl, baby, you did so well for me.” She takes a deep breath, the words she wanted to say were begging to get out, but she couldn’t. She couldn’t admit it. She worried that once she let you know how she felt, you’d leave her. She knew it was no excuse to hurt you, but she couldn’t help it. And deep down she knew you’d never take advantage of her, but it still was a fear she’d always have.

“I love you so much, Y/N. So, so much.” It felt relieving to get the words that had been haunting her mind out. She had only told you so when she was high out of her mind, but now, she was sober and she truly meant it.

“I love you too, Natty. I love you more than anything in the world.” She kissed you gently, easing her fingers out of your hole slowly as to not hurt you. She placed her digits against your mouth, dragging your lower lip down and making you taste yourself. You sucked on her fingers, staring up at her as she smiled back at you. You were so beautiful, she couldn’t take her eyes off of you.

“I’m sorry about everything, love, I promise I’ll change. Do you trust me?”

“I trust you.” Before she could lie down next to you, a loud knock interrupted you both. She jumped to try and grab her clothes, but it was too late.

“Y/N, me and your mother wanted to-” He stopped in his steps, staring at the scene in front of him with widened eyes. Anger and disappointment took over him. You and Nat shared a look of fear, you were fucked.

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[themculibrary]

Steve And Natasha (Romanogers) Masterlist 3

part one, part two

A Little Help (ao3) - ifwednesdaywasaflowerchild T, 5k

Summary: In a rare moment of vulnerability, Natasha Romanov can't save herself so Steve Rogers offers a little help....

At First Glance (ao3) - mocking_words T, 9k

Summary: Based on a prompt by marvelousdorito on Tumblr: Romanogers + 'our flats are opposite each other and your kitchen window faces my kitchen so we always see each other making coffee at 3am' AU?

Baked Sweets and Friday Mornings (ao3) - bluebeatrice T, 5k

Summary: Steve and Natasha are strangers who meet weekly at a local bakery.

Bye-Bye Bikinis (ao3) - InNeedOfInspiration G, 5k

Summary: AU. What if Steve was there when Natasha was shot by the Winter Soldier? This is my take.

Fairy Godmother With A Gun (fanfiction.net) - Bombshell1701 T, 11k

Summary: Natasha takes Steve out on a 'practice date' and they end up getting to know each other over lots of vodka! A spin-off from the series SPEED OF LIFE, helps to have read that first. Rated T for mild angst and heavy drinking!

Find You in the Morning Sun (ao3) - EmilianaDarling T, 12k

Summary: Sometimes Natasha can’t think about the stars and stripes of Steve’s costume without seeing red and yellow dance behind her eyelids.

Steve is having trouble adjusting to life in his brave new world. Natasha helps him as best she can.

Glad You Came (ao3) - florahart steve/natasha M, 6k

Summary: Steve doesn't know why people keep setting him up with girls that aren't his type--what he needs is nothing that anyone seems to get. Fortunately, Natasha shows up, and it turns out she needs him, too.

Individuation (ao3) - cartographies M, 11k

Summary: After, Natasha goes to the Captain America exhibit at the Smithsonian for the first time.

I Only Pretend To Know Everything (ao3) - copperbadge M, 1k

Summary: Steve and Natasha find a little comfort in each other (and in Sam Wilson's guest bedroom).

i want that red velvet (i want that sugar sweet) (ao3) - chalantness E, 5k

Summary: "I'm here for your birthday, of course."

Let's Get Physical (ao3) - mylifeisloki E, 4k

Summary: When Steve's personal trainer is called away in an emergency, Natasha fills in and makes sure he gets the best workout of his life.

Meet Cute (ao3) - RovakPotter82 E, 4k

Summary: Detective Steve Rogers meets renowned Broadway actress and dancer, Natasha Romanoff at his grocery store in Brooklyn and a wild suggestion leads to a relationship.

Moving The Furniture (ao3) - copperbadge M, 6k

Summary: Steve thinks about sex a lot, and he'd like to have some, if he could just stop being an idiot around the people he'd like to have it with.

Phantom Pain (ao3) - Jt_33 T, 7k

Summary: When Natasha Romanov first woke up in the hospital she knew that something was wrong, she just never thought things would be this bad.

The Glass Parade (ao3) - enigma731 G, 6k

Summary: Steve thinks that he’s seen Natasha be at least three different people in the short time he’s known her, and he isn’t sure which one is real.

In which the most confusing part of the future is how much Steve has in common with Natasha, and the fact that she seems dead-set on being his friend.

Undercover Newlyweds (ao3) - MaeveBran E, 7k

Summary: A month after defrosting a bored Steve Rogers gets a assignmmnet - to go undercover as newlyweds with Natasha Romanov and retrieve a Hydra Scientist.

what a smile means (ao3) - victoria_p (musesfool) M, 4k

Summary: Natasha knows a lot of things Steve doesn't.

Win-Win (ao3) - argle_fraster E, 1k

Summary: Natasha and Steve spar, in more ways than one.

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