#black widow imagine
“See you in a minute”
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Hi! Love your work! Do you think you can do "smiling automatically when their s/o walks into the room" + the way - Ariana Grande for Nat?
pairing: natasha romanoff x reader ♡
genre: soft fluffy fluff ♡
summary: natasha’s in love. that’s it. that’s the tweet. ♡
word count: 680 ♡
a/n: i hope you enjoy this and are satisfied with it! here’s the song if you wish to listen while you read ♡
natasha grunted softly under her breath as tony handed her a wine glass. she was on dish duty tonight and would rather be drowning in sweat in a gym than doing this. she hated doing dishes after dinner. she only did it to be fair to team, but there were many times she hoped that steve would just get rid of the cycle altogether and just let vision happily do the dishes while he chatted with wanda for the rest of their lives. she preferred to wash dishes during the quiet atmosphere of the morning when you were there, clinging to her arm and pressing little kisses to her nape. it didn’t surprise her how you made many things natasha hated very bearable with just your presence.
“hey, y/n, can you make us those chocolate chip muffins again tomorrow?” peter’s voice piped from the living room.
“sure, I can, pete,” you said kindly, with that wonderfully soft and gentle voice of yours that natasha craved to hear. “I’ll put them in a container and you can take them to school tomorrow!”
“thanks, y/n! ned’s gonna love you even more!”
natasha chuckled, grimly. ned, peter’s best friend, had a huge crush on you. the first time he’d come to the avengers compound, the boy had barely even spared a glance at her, the notoriously beautiful black widow, and had instead focused on you. the only reason natasha didn’t chuck a knife at his head was because she couldn’t blame him. she stared at you the same way, without even realizing it.
“aw, look at that cute little smile on your face!”
natasha groaned when she realized sam was standing right beside her, an impish grin on his face.
“wilson, you better move,” she bit back, though the comment wasn’t as harsh as she intended with a love-filled smile still present on her face.
“isn’t it adorable how you always smile when your love over there walks in the room?” sam teased, crossing his arms as he leaned against the counter. “it’s cute.”
“I’m not cute,” natasha said, chucking the glass in the sink to prove her point. “I’m the black widow.”
“who smiles like an idiot when her lover walks in the room.” natasha shook her head, but sam was right. she had never smiled as much as she did now until she’d met you.
“I’ll go before you stab me,” sam slid away, probably joining the others in the living room.
natasha busied herself with repulsive dishes in the sink, trying to hum a tune to herself to make the time pass. as she put a fork away on the drying rack, she heard the sound of a bowl being placed on the counter. she turned, watching as you got the ingredients to make muffins for peter. she loved how kind you were, how you treated peter like he was your own brother. you had practically smothered him with love the moment he joined the team, making him feel safe and welcome. he always had a smile when he was around you, much like everyone else on the team. you were their angel.
“you better not make me wash those supplies you’re using,” natasha groaned, but she knew drops of loving tenderness had invaded her teasing tone. she could never be harsh with you. not like she’d ever tried, but she couldn’t even playfully tease you without her lime-green eyes mirroring those of a lovestruck puppy.
“I won’t,” you replied with a laugh. “if you help me make these, I’ll wash the rest of the dishes for you.” you flashed a gorgeous, lead-white smile over your shoulder. natasha swore she felt herself swooning as she wiped her hands clean with a towel and padded over to you. she slid her hands beneath your shirt, leaning to press her lips against yours. kissing her always felt like a beautifully surreal dream you never wanted to wake from. the moment she detached her vermillion mouth from yours, a smile had already formed on her lips.
“you’ve got yourself a deal, cutie pie.”
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how i wish they just gave mcu clint his comics personality. or any personality.
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The Truth (and Dare)
Warning: soft fluff, high school AU, i love clumsy Bruce
Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x reader
Word count: 4957
Summary: Even best friends fall in love. One of them has to confess the truth.
a/n- first off thank you thank you for 100 followers I love you sm muah <3 also all I can think of is Scarlett from Ghost World while writing this
The day was bright, birds chirping outside the window of your classroom. It was peaceful, rather than the inside of it. In the class, everyone was making chaos. Some of the guys are throwing crumpled paper and paper planes—mostly Tony who’s having a war against Steve who’s trying to get him to stop—and some are chortling and laughing their hearts out at a stupid joke.
Unlike Bruce who’s only shying away by doing homework peacefully quiet but also getting hit on the head with a paper ball by Clint. Thor, well let’s just say he’s having fun with the paper planes. Too much fun. The girls in the other hand are mostly chit-chatting and gossiping, while you sat at your desk heaving out the fifth sigh. You wouldn’t bother finding out what topic they’re talking about. What matters is that all of your classmates are making a loud noise.
The only ones that aren’t really making a commotion are you and Natasha. Well, Natasha is the one quiet because she’s peacefully reading her book￼￼, but you still don’t make a noise as loud as others do. You keep whining at her about wanting to go get some ice cream together after school, complaining why the teacher isn’t present today and annoying her more.
“I’m so bored.” You puffed a sigh, drawing squiggly lines with your supple fingers on Natasha’s back.
Natasha isn’t bothered by you. She’s always used to you whining about a lot of things. After all, she’s your best friend for life.
You had your head rested on your desk, and your arms stretched forward that your hands are able to reach Natasha’s back. She was sitting in front of you at the back of the class, her forever spot to talk to you, peacefully reading her book despite the loudness in the classroom. Your fingers were playing the long ends of her beautiful hair that cascades on her shoulders perfectly, twirling it lazily around your finger for fun. You poked her, drew small circles and hearts on her back just to see if it would draw out a reaction from Natasha. But the longer you do it, Natasha liked it even more. She may seem like she’s not a single bit irritated with your annoying poking, but don’t be fooled. She loves it as you do it, it makes her feel calm and, she loves it. She loves...you.
Speaking of which, you haven’t taken a single hint. She’s tried to let you know over what feels like a decade of being best friends but you never saw any of it so Natasha thought that if keeping the crush low and go easy on you until you finally do realize, it would be a good idea. For now, she intends on being your best friend and only your best friend.
“God, it’s so noisy in this class.” You muttered, watching Tony doing his little victory dance at the front of the class.
“I bet we’re the noisiest.” Natasha said plainly, flipping the next page of her book.
“That’s cause we are,” you said. “I can’t believe Mr. Fury is absent today or we would’ve learnt something useful.”
“Like how to shut the whole class up?” Natasha huffed, simply laughing with you.
But it only lasted short when you’re back to feeling bored once again. You idly play Natasha’s hair, then drew random animals that first came to your mind.
“I’d kill for an ice cream right now.”
“Kill isn’t a pretty word, you know. You can’t even give a threat to someone without sounding like a five year old.” Natasha twitched her eyebrow, shrugging as she flips a page gently.
You rolled your eyes and slightly pout. “It’s called an expression, but whatever.”
Natasha shifts in her chair comfortably and switches her crossed legs, smiling small when you drew the letter N on her back. You drew the next letters of her name to complete it.
“I wonder what lunch is for today.” You prompted all of a sudden.
Natasha chuckled, shaking her head when she turns to you. “That’s what you’re wondering about? Lunch?”
“What? I’m hungry. Don’t tell me you’re not.” You giggled playfully, causing Natasha to stifle a laugh.
Soon when she twisted back around, you pout. You love seeing her laugh, it always shines up your day ten times brighter. But once she had look away, it suddenly became slightly gloomy. A lot gloomy.
You scratched her back with your nails so softly, sending chills down Natasha’s spine for a second but she played it like it was nothing. Until you’ve reached to a point where you can’t stand the dreadful boredom, you groaned and lightly shook Natasha’s shoulder.
“Come on, Nat entertain me. I’m bored and I’m in need of your wonderful magic of entertainment.”
She rolled her eyes annoyed, but you’re certain you could sense her lips curving into a smile. “Fine. I’m only doing this because I want you to shut up.”
You smiled at her frown when she glanced at you. She shut her book closed and heaved a defeated sigh, adjusting her chair around so she can face you entirely. You got so excited that you couldn’t stop tapping your fingers on your desk, grinning as wide as Natasha likes it.
She shook her head for a moment before placing her book under her desk, then crossing her arms on her chest. “What do you wanna play?”
“Well, if we play Tic-Tac-Toe, you’d win all the time.” Natasha smiles at the true fact. “How about Truth or Dare?”
She darts her eyebrows up. “Are you sure?”
You hummed in thought, biting your cherry lips. Her eyes dwelled on them, subconsciously biting her own lips as well.
Knowing Natasha for what feels like an eternity of your adventurous childhood, ￼she’s always been quite mean to you when it comes to playing Truth or Dare.
She loves pulling the truth out of you, and if not truth, daring you to do insane things like going to someone and suddenly taking a selfie with them, or even kiss them. (Which she regrets daring you that) And that’s only when she’s nice with you.
Therefore, it’s quite dangerous playing that type of game with her. She would give you embarrassing dares again just like she always do. You wouldn’t want to be the one to start doing crazy things today, especially in front of your classmates, no. That would be really embarrassing.
“Sure, as long as you’re nice to me.” You pointed a finger towards Natasha’s face. The truth was that you wanted to dare her with hilarious things as revenge, this time it will be no mercy for her but you’ll play it innocent.
She huffed and nodded in an understated manner, but her smirk told you otherwise. She was ready for this and you knew you made a terrible mistake by agreeing to this. Oh well, what could possibly go wrong?
“Alright, but I warn you. Some of it will be a little extreme.” She warned, winking at you as she settles comfortably on her chair.
“A little extreme, as in utmost embarrassing?” You quirked an eyebrow, receiving a nod from Natasha.
She smiles devilishly that one would bend on one’s knees and beg for mercy. Maybe you are that person. The longer you squinted at Natasha’s face, the more nervous you are inside. But wanting to remain cool and composed, you acted like it was no big deal. It wasn’t that Natasha can be immensely heartless in a game of Truth or Dare, it was the way she was smirking at you that made your heartbeat pound for who knows why. You played it cool like it was no big deal to keep bluffing.
“Eh, what the hell. As long as I’m entertained.”
“Are you sure?” Natasha looks so confident as if she’s the CEO of the game and knows too well that she’ll probably make you wanna stop playing. Little do you know, her head is full of mischievous dares.
“Absolutely.” You put on your game face, waggling your eyebrows in challenge. Natasha responded the same and nodded steadily.
“Alright, but don’t tell me I didn’t warn you.”
The start was okay. You didn’t pick Truth at first and got a dare to stare at someone random in the class for one full minute. Natasha couldn’t stop laughing at your face because when you reached 30 seconds, your eyes were already watering up and turning red. Poor Bruce, he thought you were mad at him and had no idea why you were staring at him for one minute. As a prize, Natasha helped you wipe those tears away.
The next dare was you had to let Natasha draw funny things on your arm as a fake tattoo using a Sharpie, and you let her. Thank goodness for long sleeves.
She drew really silly things like smiley faces and stars on your hand, which quite impressed you for how cute it looked. With her soft fingers brushing against your wrist, you gazed at her concentrating on drawing something you didn’t bother to know what. You didn’t even feel the slow smile making its way to your face. All of a sudden, you realized how pretty Natasha is. How the side of her hair basked in the sunlight next to her, all you focused on was her instead of your noisy classmates behind her. It was as if a 50s love song tuned in the background the longer you stare at your best friend. What is this weird feeling?
You were snapped out of your trance when Natasha moved your arm to your direction so you could have a look with a wide smile, pleased with how it turned out. You were almost caught staring, but at least she didn’t see the blush on your cheeks the moment your eyes met Natasha’s. You looked down at your forearm, raising your eyebrows.
You forgot how well Natasha writes in cursive. She wrote down a simple Nat on your arm, but to you it was amazing. The letters perfectly connected together that you could just stare at it everyday. You grinned and darted a smile to Natasha, making a mental note to turn this into a real tattoo once you’re fully 18 years old.
You're sick never of saying it a million times in your head.
On the next round, you were dared to let her wear your varsity jacket of the school’s baseball team. You were happy that Natasha was happy wearing it. She loved smelling your scent. It was clear on her face how comfy she was wearing your jacket and wished she could cherish it forever to remind herself of you.
“It looks better on you.” You commented, unaware of your wide smile plastered on your face.
Natasha smirked, looking like she owns the jacket. “Of course it does.”
You rolled your eyes before you carried on. Unfortunately, Natasha has a few more creative dares up her sleeve. You know you’re really gonna embarrass yourself, so you got prepared for it like a brave person that you are. Curse her devilish brain, she made you give a cheesy pick up line to six people in the classroom. You earned a lot of laughs and weird looks, especially from Steve who didn’t understand it at all. You felt so embarrassed because they were so cheesy and Natasha enjoyed watching as you hide your face in your palms when you head back to your seat.
It’s not fair that Natasha’s giving you silly dares, you want to do that to her too but for some reason, she keeps picking Truth. You know she’s trying to avoid the dares. Luckily an evil plan crossed your mind. You can use that as an advantage to gain a secret that Natasha is keeping from you. You’ll just have to wait for her to choose Truth again.
You couldn’t stop laughing when you dropped to your seat, flapping your hand to stop Natasha who’s only smiling at you (maybe with heart eyes). “Okay, okay. Stop, stop. I’m out of breath.”
“I’m not even doing anything.”
“Whatever. Truth or Dare before I explode my chest for laughing.” You took a moment to catch some air as Natasha smiles, eyes down at her fingers in thought.
You’re quite surprised she made a sudden turn. Maybe she realized that she picked Truth too many times that she sensed you feeling suspicious. Natasha is always so careful and alert, it was a shame. You could’ve cracked her open like an egg and ask her something she’s never told you before.
Natasha is starting to regret that she agreed to play this game because she forgot this could be the way that you find out about her little crush. It relieved her for realizing what her next mistake could be if she continued to choose Truth. She has a gut feeling telling her that you might want to ask something much more personal. Something that Natasha wants to avoid.
She imagined you asking her. “Who’s your crush?”
It made her gulp silently.
You could either ask her who or why, and Natasha would still not answer it. Even if you insist that she answers, Natasha would come up with a nonexistent person to label them as her crush. She does not want you to know that you’re that person yet, except you totally exist and are real.
Which is why she chose Dare instead of Truth before you could possibly ask her who she likes. Natasha knows you too well that you’re much more interested in telling you her deepest secret.
It took you four attempts to try to get her to pick Truth again, and still counting, but all she’s been picking is Dare. It was a shame that you were too late, she has a good sense of feeling that you’re onto her which annoyed you. She didn’t even mind if you dared her to give a slap to Tony which impressed you, but it made your suspicion rise.
“You sure you wanna continue playing?” Natasha teased, smirking as her eyebrow shoots up. “It’s gonna get extreme the more we play. Are you down?”
Natasha’s eyes opened wide for a quick second that you couldn’t notice it. She internally blushed, embarrassed when a thought crossed her mind for her words. Luckily you were too into the game that you didn’t get the same thought like Natasha did, so she lets it be and clears her throat.
“For better or worse, I’m down. Let’s do this!”
Natasha chuckled as she shakes her head. “I swear you get too excited for this little game.”
“Hey, I’ll pull out those secrets from you soon, watch me. I’ll make sure you spill everything,” You winked, but you quickly switched back to your game face in just a blink of an eye. “Now quit stalling. We still have half an hour before lunchtime. I must get you to confess your deepest secrets.”
Natasha doubted you’d succeed, but she appreciated your enthusiasm. She loves it when she sees you get so motivated for a goal. Especially when you’re in a game. Just like when you play baseball, you get hyped up to win. She would watch you cheer in victory when you’ve won and smile lovingly proud, stare at you talking to others at lunch and also ignoring Wanda calling her name multiple times, watching attentively as you do a presentation in front of the class and crack a joke that the whole class laughs. There are many more times she’s stared at you, most that you have been oblivious about.
“Better be easy on me, Romanoff.” you said with a smile.
“Well, I’m not one to be easy with the likes of you. Besides, you wanted this so suck it up.”
You squinted at Natasha’s teasing smile, and rolled your eyes when she twitched her eyebrows up. It’s good that you trust her acting confident, keyword: acting. She doesn’t want it to seem obvious that she enjoys seeing how adorable you are when you’re challenged, as well as nervous for the next couple rounds.
What if she won’t be able to pick Dare anymore? It’ll be too suspicious. You’ll totally ask her who she likes then.
You really have no idea how much she wanted to tell you about her little crush, how she wants to confess all of it to get it off her chest after years of patience. But she can’t. She she fears of being rejected, considering how much you treat her like she’s a sister of your own. Now it’s both of your senior year, yet you still haven’t known.
That’s why the day she realized that maybe it’s better if she never confess her feelings to her best friend, it would be safe. So she stopped giving hints and only hoped that the feeling of being so connected to you fade away. Hard to say that it will because Natasha just couldn’t get over you easily.
Natasha stares at you eagerly taking her hand, shaking it as an excited grin makes their way to your face. “Gosh I’m so excited. Okay I’ll go first. Or do you wanna pick Truth?”
“Sure.” Natasha responded softly, nearly too late before you could’ve noticed that she almost didn’t listen to you because she was staring.
That was a bad idea because the moment Natasha realized what she said, your eyes brewed with mischief. She knew it was too late to take it back. You were so sneaky you managed to trick Natasha.
“I’ve been waiting for this moment.” You laughed puckishly.
Thoughts raced in Natasha’s mind, her heart beating so loud that she’s just grateful the whole class couldn’t hear it. If they could, she would shrink in her chair and wish she would just disappear. Her fingers dug into her shirt, teeth clenched in nervousness. You could’ve heard Natasha gulping if it wasn’t for your fingers tapping on the desk.
“Who’s your crush?” You asked it so simply like it was the same thing for Natasha to answer. To her, it’s very difficult to give a response, especially when the answer is literally just right in front of her, just before her eyes, just...you.
“Um,” she cleared her throat. “I’m not sure if I want to answer that.”
“Come on, Nat,” you whined with pleading eyes, taking her hand and gripping it between your cold, soft hands. “I’ve been wanting to know for months now. Years, actually. You keep dodging it every time I ask you.”
The classroom is suddenly hot that Natasha feels herself practically sweating. When she became hotter, your cold hands tightly holding Natasha’s warmed them.
“Just tell me. I promise it’ll be a secret between the two of us, I swear. I’m your best friend, I deserve to know. Is it someone in our class?” You whispered and winked.
Natasha frowned at you for a moment. You nodded, giving a thumbs up. “I’ll take that as a yes. Is it Steve?”
Natasha tried to shake her head, but she couldn’t even say no. Not because it is Steve, but because the way your hold on her hand tightened, she forgot how to speak.
“Is it Tony? Thor? Clint? Wait, Clint’s your nonbiological brother. Scratch that.” Your eyes disconnected with Natasha’s to think of any other guy options that could be the one.
Natasha is actually glad you looked away or you would’ve seen how her cheeks flush in tinge pink. She couldn’t help but get so nervous in front of you thanks for that question you asked her. She doesn’t know how to control her feelings that’s stirring in her heart at the moment.
Is it time? Should she tell you or should she just wait another decade to tell you?
While Natasha was under pressure on telling you the truth, you were imagining if it really was Clint. That would be surprising. You have been noticing how close they are, but they give off siblings vibe because they like to fight and play video games sometimes, but seeing them as lovers never crossed your mind before. If it is in fact the truth, you'd be astonished. Your thoughts were cut off by Natasha's nervous stammering.
“I-I, uh...it’s...” Natasha choked on her saliva, fidgeting her fingers. The pressure of your (e/c) eyes that are laid on her is not helping her talk properly.
Maybe it is Clint? If it's him, then...you'll support Natasha and ignore the disappointment in your heart.
“Go on, carry on,” you prompted composedly. “Don’t stop. I’m listening.”
“Ooh, interesting. What’s all this about?”
Spoke of the devil.
Clint chimed in when he approached your desk with a grin. He also brought Thor and Steve over who offered a friendly smile to you and Natasha, surrounding the two of you.
Natasha blew a relieved breath quietly while you looked at the guys with a smile. “Oh, Nat was about to tell me who she likes. And it’s in our classroom.”
Thor’s thick eyebrows shot up immediately, his eyes shifting to the redhead. He smiled at her as if convincing her to proceed. “Ooh, Miss Romanoff is fancying someone in the classroom of ours? Please, tell us.”
You look at Thor confused, then to all the other guys at his sides surprised to see that they don’t know who it is. You asked the whole classroom who it might be, and got no answer to your dismay. You figured they would know considering how close they are with Natasha too. “That’s suspiciously mysterious. Why does nobody knows who Nat likes in our class?”
“That’s cause it’s me, right?” Tony popped out behind Steve, smiling doubtlessly. “Of course everybody likes me. I just didn’t understand your way of liking me by slapping me across the face from earlier, Romanoff.”
“He didn’t mean you, genius. This is someone else, I’m sure.” You said, then the guys chanted a faint “Ooh” as they all look at Natasha.
Now she feels more pressured. You’re going to know, these guys are going to know, then the whole school will. It’ll be the talk of the week and probably every next few months of her senior year. A perfect closure for her high school story.
“So? Who’s the lucky person, Tasha?” Clint prompted. “Better tell us now.”
“Hey come on. Give her a second.” You stretched your hand out towards the boys.
Natasha sucks a deep breath and exhaled, trying to calm herself down in order to gather some courage. She decides that maybe she should tell you now before it’s too late. Besides, what could possibly go wrong?
“Will it surprise everyone if I say it’s who I’m looking at?” That was her mistake. She didn’t mean to ask.
What she meant was: It will surprise everyone when she says it’s who she’s looking at. And she would emphasize on the word ‘will’.
First, you couldn’t quite comprehend what Natasha meant, so all you did was smile in confusion. But as soon as you realize that her lustrous emerald eyes never left yours, glued on only you and no one else surrounding her, your face lit up in surprise. You blinked wordlessly, somehow you still managed to keep your mouth closed, and cheeks burning red. If melting like a candle was a real thing, you’d be a puddle of you. The guys formed a proud smile before sharing each other smirks.
“Guess the mystery is solved. Took you long enough.”
You craned towards Clint, eyes scanning his smirking face in disbelief. “You knew? The whole time?”
Thor’s thick brows furrowed as he looks at you. “How come you did not? I thought we all had known Miss Romanoff was fond of you.” He shrugged, and you look at him next with the same face. “What? She is, indeed.”
Tony was laughing at your baffled face but you ignored him. Instead, you look at Steve, who’s merely standing with his hands holding together, smiling as if he also knew all along.
He shrugged apologetically. “Sorry, y/n. I wanted to tell you but they all wanted to see how you would react.”
“And it’s priceless.” Tony added, still laughing his guts out.
You lean back on your chair roughly, shaking your head. “I can’t believe you guys knew all this time. Who else knows?”
“The whole class,” Clint said, coughing to hide his laugh. “Like I said, took you long enough.”
“I can’t believe I’m the only one who didn’t know.” You motioned your hands to show how shocked you are, unable to look at Natasha who’s softly chuckling. You would’ve wished the class to be silent so you could hear her again.
Eventually, your eyes searched for hers and it made your heart race for some reason when she smiles nervously at you. You can still feel the heat of your cheeks. “How long?”
“Almost two years, but you know.” Natasha shrugs simply.
“She’s been giving hints and it drove me nuts when you never even once realized a single of them.” Clint added.
“Never?!” Tony repeated in utter shock. “She’s been giving you hints and you never realized? How-”
“Okay now,” Steve pulled the guys by their sleeves. “Let’s leave them alone for now. I’m sure they have things to arrange privately. Especially for this Sunday because there’s a new movie released in the theater and it would be a shame to miss it.”
You glanced at him, confused when he sent a teasing wink your way. You didn’t know what he meant, but Natasha did. You noticed her flushed cheeks and how she looked away for a moment. Was Steve suggesting a date for you two?
As soon as the guys had left, you leaned your chest forward in interest. You look at Natasha curiously, fingers fidgeting on top of your desk.
“Is it the truth?” Your voice sounded hopeful. “Do you really like me?”
She glanced at her fingers, playing with her nails. “Since we started getting close. But I didn’t think you’d be interested in someone like me so I stopped trying to let you know that I like you.”
Natasha thought you’d ask her why next, but all you did was stare at her for a minute, seeing how serious she is despite the hotness of her cheeks. You thought she was only kidding. Is this all a prank or were you just too oblivious to realize?
Later on, your eyes looked behind Natasha. You saw Tony, Thor, Clint and a shaking head Steve all raising a piece of paper that says ‘date her’ in big captions, encouraging you to go out with Natasha. You straightened your back, fixing your posture and propping your chin with your hand. A smile formed on your face when you look at Natasha.
“It’s my turn, isn’t it?” You asked suddenly, disappointment and surprise flashed in Natasha’s eyes but she understood you wanted to continue playing to avoid answering her-
Or do you?
“I choose Dare. You know what to dare me with.” There was a hint of confidence in your voice that made Natasha look at you.
You know what she’s thinking, what she’s supposed to dare you with. Your smirk obviously said so. “Don’t pretend like you don’t know what I mean.”
Natasha bit her lower lip nervously but when she saw your face softening, she gathered up some courage with a single exhale.
“I-I dare you...” you lift your eyebrows to assure her to continue. “...to go out with me.”
You lean back gently, sighing as you put your hands up, shrugging defeatedly. “Well, guess I have no choice. A dare’s a dare. Challenge accepted.”
You transformed your smile back to a smirk that Natasha giggled softly, then there’s the smile you were looking for. Turns out this game disappointed neither of you. Which is a surprise, but a good one, for sure.
“Date and time is required to be informed. Don’t forget.” You winked, reaching your hand out to offer a handshake. Natasha took it, surprised that you entwined it with yours afterwards. It’s smooth and soft, so she can’t really blame you for liking to hold her hands.
“And the next time you catch feelings for me, tell me right away because I wanna know before those guys do.” You joked.
Natasha rolled her eyes eyes and pulled her hand immediately, hearing you laugh in amusement.
Once your mirth ceased down, you glanced at your fingers before looking up at Natasha. She was still looking you slightly embarrassed, but it was less than before.
“I like you too, to be honest. I just thought it was only one sided, but...I was wrong.” You smiled.
After a few seconds the bell started ringing, alarming everyone that lunchtime has arrived. You stayed seated as you watch the class empties. Instead of going to run after your other classmates to eat lunch with them, you want to go with her.
“Wanna go together?” You smiled, expecting the answer yes.
Natasha nodded softly, smiling in return. You both stood up, hands still linked together as you head to the front of the class. You ignored the smiling/smirking boys as you walk pass them on the way out.
“So, about the date...movie on a Sunday sounds nice." You wrapped your hand around her arm, making a reminder in your head to thank Steve later.
Natasha looks at you for a second, before offering a smile. "Yeah?"
"Yeah. Oh, we should get ice cream after school too, you’re paying.”
Your playful voice echoed, leaving the four boys nodding in approval and proudness. Their dream of seeing you together with Natasha has finally come true at last. The four of them turned to a spectacled boy clumsily approaching them.
“Why is everyone smiling? D-did something happened?”
Tony patted him on his shoulder. “Bruce, you poor boy. Allow me to explain the most wonderful news today.”
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You never gave me your name...or your number. - y.b.
Request: by @teenwonder “WELL MA’AM now i’m legally forced to request a yelena x reader where ofc she’s the big stoic badass who melts and is all flustered when meeting reader i-”
Warnings: Nothing. This is pure fluff.
Word count: 1143.
A/N: i had way too much fun writing this request. hope you enjoy it 🌼 Sorry it's a bit late, I fucked up when I scheduled it to be posted and wrote the wrong date. but it's here now. Gif by @sun-summoners
“You should really talk to her before she calls the police on you.” Natasha spoke before taking a long drink of her beer to hide a smile.
“What do you mean? I’m just keeping an eye on our surroundings.” The excuse was poor at best, and both women knew she was lying. “No, Yelena. You are keeping an eye on her. Borderline staring.”
“Заткнись*” Yelena spoke shifting her gaze back to her ‘sister’. She really wanted to say she was only doing what she was trained for, but she was definitely checking the young woman at the bar out.
Yelena had seen you around several times already and you never failed to spark her interest. She had seen you first in the same bar you were in today, after another run in with trouble during a mission. She was bruised and battered, only wanting to relax after the fighting. But a loud happy lough captured her attention. A group of women was sitting at the bar having a heated conversation, but somehow the only thing that really interested her from the scene was you, with your head thrown back and covering your mouth to avoid catching the attention of the people in the bar. But it was too late because you had her attention.
She was conflicted after that first time. She was angry because your laugh managed to distract her from her train of thought, but she was also curious about the laughing woman and her sweet demeanor.
The second time was walking down the street outside of her apartment and that’s when she became a bit suspicious. Meeting the same person twice in New York was not the most common situation, even more because she couldn’t recognize you from the recce she’d done before moving.
“I’ve already talked to her.” Yelena spoke softly, not sure if she wanted to be heard by Natasha. “Really? When? What did you say? Even better, what did she say?”
By the third time Yelena had done an entire background check on you. Young woman who seemingly only wanted to make a living in the city. Good grades, college degree, nothing suspicious. Last known address: two blocks down the street from her apartment. Moved in merely days before the first meeting.
The meeting was in a small café and this time a real interaction happened. She was coming out of the café, not really paying attention, when she opened the door and a grunt could be heard as the door slammed against someone.
Quickly Yelena moved to help the person behind the heavy door, seeing you taking a few steps back while looking at the ground, your bag spilled everywhere. Scrambling, Yelena tried to help muttering curses in russian.
“I’m sorry, I wasn’t looking.” She tried to excuse the situation while also trying to pick up the contents of the bag. All while trying to keep her coffee from tipping over. “Well, good to know you didn’t do it on purpose.”
Yelena faltered holding your phone in her hand. She just hit you with a door and you were joking? You couldn’t be that nice. Nobody in New York was that nice on a monday morning.
“Yeah, sorry.” She was now repeating herself and feeling stupid. Why was she so worried about talking to you when she felt like she already knew you in some way. “You already said that. Don’t worry, no harm done.”
The contents of the bag were returned in silence, or as much silence as a busy New York street allows. While you were returning the stuff to the bag, Yelena was trying to come up with something else to say other than an apology. Before she could open her mouth you looked at the time in your phone and sighed.
“No time for coffee for me today I guess.” You shrugged before looking back at Yelena. “Have a nice day! And don’t hit too many people.”
You were about to turn around when Yelena grabbed your wrist, making you turn. She pushed the warm paper cup still in her hand towards you with a serious face. “Take it, I’ll buy another one.”
You looked at her surprised and she started to doubt her action. You started shaking your head trying to stop her but she kept pushing the cup in your direction. Was it the best way to apologize? No, but it was the best thing she could come up with at the moment.
“I hit her with a door.” Yelena admitted drinking the rest of her beer, ignoring Natasha choking on her own drink.
“You what?” Her sister pressured her to talk and Yelena rested her head on her hands, holding the beer bottle in embarrassment.
“Look, it wasn’t on purpose. It was very early and I wasn’t paying attention to my surroundings…”
Natasha was smiling at the woman’s reaction and her excuses. Yelena admitted she wasn’t normally like this. She was always on guard, keeping her feelings at bay and ready to fight at any point. Now she looked and acted like what someone her age was supposed to really act.
“Did you at least apologize?” Natasha was quickly interrupted. “Of course I apologized, and I gave her my coffee when she was running late.”
Yelena was getting kind of tired of being interrogated or plainly made fun of. Getting up she moved through the people mingling and talking until she reached the bar. Flagging down the barman she ordered a beer and another of whatever cocktail Natasha was drinking.
She was paying the drinks when she heard someone clearing their voice behind her. Turning quickly she found the face that now had become something recurrent in her normally chaotic life.
“You don’t have any doors to hit me so I thought it would be a good time to say hello.”
Yelena’s stiff posture relaxed when she heard your soft voice and saw your smile. There was something she couldn’t really explain about you that made her feel like she didn’t have to be in control all the time.
“Yeah, I can’t hurt you now.” Yelena spoke trying to continue the joke until she realized what she had said. “Not that I would! Never. I just…”
“Don’t worry, I understood you.” You placed a soft had on her arm trying to calm her down, but it only made her more nervous. “You gave me your coffee but you never gave me your name...or your number.”
Yelena felt her heart beat loudly against her ribcage and her mouth dried, not fully understanding the situation. Yelena looked to her table and saw Natasha doing a very bad job at hiding, with a big smile on her face. Turning back to you she tried to give you her best smile.
“Yelena. My name is Yelena. And I’m sorry about the door.”
* Заткнись - "shut up"
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my only exception
(i don’t own this gif or any of the characters in this fic)
summary: you and nat are separated when in the Red Room. you both are reunited. after holding onto a couple things to give her for a couple years you both realize love is well and alive.
warnings: violence, abuse, swearing, lil angst, fluff
pairing: natasha romanoff x fem!reader
word count: nearly 1.8k
a/n: omg i don’t know what to say! thank you for all the support on the stuff i’ve released so far. it’s super crazy seeing some of my favorite writers following me. thank you so so much for 30 followers! much love 💕💕
(italics in dialogue mean the person is speaking russian)
sorry for any mistakes i wrote this at 3am and have to get up for school at 6 😪 no bueno
It was a cold and stormy night as the power in the Red Room continuously flickered on and off even with the help of a high powered generator.
You and Natalia had been waiting for an event like this to occur so you could break out. Even though both herself and you lived only a small bit of life outside in the real world before you were taken in and trained to become a weapon, both of your humanly morals knew right from wrong. The Red Room’s treatment definitely being a wrong.
Madame B and the other monstrous staff at this facility put all you girls to bed roughly an hour ago. Nat and yourself undid your cuffs connecting your wrist to the metal bedframe so you could pack the few things you both owned before you made your escape. Both of you had talked this plan over through and through so you both were on the same page as soon as you saw that flicker of a power outage surge though the site.
At the moment you both were eighteen years old meaning both of you had proven yourselves worthy enough to hone a spot at this academy and had graduated a couple months prior.
Some information you had gathered which the staff weren’t aware of was every time the power flickered off, it disarmed and unlocked the exit door/s for nearly five seconds. The weather has been dry but cold lately not making this discovery too useful. The plan was to sneak over to uncuff yourselves in the middle of the night when these brief power outages were occurring, pack your items, and as you were about to escape bang on the wall of the large room where the girls kept at the academy would sleep to create enough of a distraction before you were out and free for good. Easy right? How wrong you’d be.
When it was time for the distraction, Nat stood by the door waiting for the next surge of lightning of whatever broke the electricities stability as you walked to the far side of the sleeping quarters where you were sure you’d have enough time to bang on the walls and sprint out of that door.
You heard a crash of thunder so you knew your escape chance would be soon. As you were about to start banging on the walls you see a door knob parallel to Nat but far away none the less start turning.
Lightning strikes, what seems to be right outside of the building. You sprint for the door only to have your arm caught by one of Madame B’s henchmen.
Just like that the power flickers.
Without much thought you break away from the man’s grasp lunge at Natalia who happened to be at the door.
“We’ll meet again Natalia.” you speak softly
You shove her out of the door with all of your might.
You use all of your remaining strength that you can muster up to slam the heavy metal door closed.
The door locks once again.
“You stupid little bitch. Get over here NOW!” the man practically growls.
You slowly and steadily walk over to the man as he gruesomely pummels and kicks you.
Sure the beatings, mind torture and manipulation hurt, but you’ve never experienced any kind of pain on the same caliber to what being separated from Natalia feels like.
Madame B is more than disappointed, enraged and annoyed with one of her ‘star students’. You receive daily beatings and long, tiresome training hours for helping Natalia escape. Although everyone is ‘replaceable’ in the minds of the staff as well as Madame B, they just lost Natalia so they couldn’t afford to lose you as well.
Months later the beatings finally slow down to a couple a week which you are able to endure. Madame’s mission now is to make a monster out of you by pushing you to and past your limits when training.
One night you finally drift off to sleep. You hate sleeping. It’s a constant replay of your last night with Nat. Only hoping that she made it to civilization safe and sound and is living a normal teens life. However, tonight’s dream is different. In this dream you see yourself shoving your packed-escape bag between your mattress and bedframe as you are bleeding out on the ground from the beatings. You wake up in a cold sweat and manage to kneel on the ground and slowly lift up your mattress only to find that same, small bag filled with the few, but important belongings of yours and Nat’s. You open up the bag forgetting all about what you both had packed. The most important items you see is a picture of Natalia as a toddler with alongside her mother and father, a small metal ring which you had made for her after stealing a small teaspoon at dinner, banging it against the concrete floor with a rock to flatten it out as you’d continuously bend it back and fourth so only the thinnest part is of the spoon is left which you bend into a ring before surprising Nat with it after you know she had a pretty rough day training, and lastly Nat’s papers containing important info about her such as her full name, birthplace, parents names, and birthdate.
November 22, 1984
November 22, 1984
November 22, 1984
November 22, 1984
You make sure you have this date burned into your head, latching onto any important information about her you can learn.
You hang onto those three items keeping them hidden.
Two and a half years later...
It’s late at night when you hear gunshots and fights breaking out throughout the facility. You quickly get up out of bed (once again undoing your cuffs) and grab those three items from under your mattress. You place them in your pocket getting ready to make a break for the outside world. As you reach for the door you turn back taking one last look at the place you’ve been living for pretty much the entirety of your life, only before a man in a funny red, white, and blue costume enters your view.
You bring your hands up ready for a fight.
“Look kid, I’m not here to fight you. We are breaking you out.” the man ensures
“Who even are you?” you sternly question
“Steve Rogers. But the public calls me Captain America.” his gaze settles on your figure, “Mind telling me who you are?” he pushes
“Names y/n, but look I’ve got places to be ma-“ you are cut off when Captain America’s jaw drops.
“No, we both know you don’t. But, you ARE coming with me.” you know there isn’t much room for protest but that won’t stop you from trying. You lunge at him and push him to the ground as you wave a small goodbye and sprint towards the door only for your body to fall on the ground limp. Realizing you’ve been stunned by something temporarily.
“YOU MOTHERFUCKER!” you shriek, he only chuckles.
“God, Nat was right about you.” she shakes he head with a small grin on his face.
“N-nat?” you whisper as you vision fades black.
You regain consciousness and look around only to find yourself in a weird windowy, loud vehicle type thing. You see a group of people standing around you but you see one particular familiar face hovering directly over yours lightly combing through your hair with one one hand and gently outlining your jawline with the other.
“NAT!” you screech, your brain is feeling too many emotions to comprehend at the moment.
Once she sees and hears you are awake she pulls you into a bone crushing hug.
“Y/n/n I’m so sorry I left you and you had to stay in that hellhole for so long alone I don’t know how I would’ve help up it if that-“ you cut her off
“Natalia, all that matters is I’m here with you right now.” you reason.
After getting off of what you learned is a ‘plane’ you and Nat spend hours together clinging onto one another as if, as soon as you separate you will be absent in her life for alan other couple years, vice versa.
Months pass by. Even though you and Nat have yet to label yourselves as a couple your heats belong to one another after being attached to the hip to one another for pretty much every activity or mission you both do. In this time you were also recruited as an Avenger due to your skillful hand to hand combat and your masterful types of fighting you have nearly perfected from your time in the room.
The date just happens to be November 22. You are pretty sure no one in the compound is aware of Natalia’s birthday, hell, you aren’t even sure if she’s aware.
Today is the day you decide to return the missing items from her bag that you recover after she left.
You wake up next to her and wake her up with a long, graceful, soft kiss on her lips to which she responds shortly after by kissing you back as you feel as tiny smirk against your own lips.
“Hey, what was that for?” she asks playfully
“Ohhh nothing. Just maybe it’s for my favorite girl’s special day today.” Nat blushes.
“H-how’d you know?”
“Oh honey, I know e v e r y t h i n g.” you reply
Before she can respond you pull her to sit up on your shared bed and hand her an envelope containing her papers as well as he one and only photo of herself and her family.
As soon as she sees both items she sobs into your chest. (more because of the picture, you really only included her papers so she too would know all the most crucial parts of her life pre-red room era.
“Uh, uh, uh’” you tut,”One more thing.” you reach for her hand slowly and tell her to shut her eyes. You slowly slide the makeshift ring on her finger.
“Open.” you instruct
To which she gasps at the sight and just like the day you both were reunited you hugged and kissed for hours on end.
“Nat, will you be my girlfriend?” you ask with a sheepish smile.
“Of course y/n/n, I thought you’d never ask.” she takes a breath,“I know love is for children, but you are my only exception.”
“Ditto.” Natalia chuckles, “That is what the Americans say, right?” you backtrack with flushed cheeks.
She holds you tighter and presses a soft kiss to your forehead.
“Sure.” she breathes out.
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Hi! Can you please do "♡ hugging while naked" with Natasha
♡ to be alone with you ♡
pairing: natasha romanoff x reader ♡
genre: fluff ♡
summary: your wife natasha is very stubborn in the morning ♡
word count: 762 ♡
a/n: i hope you enjoy this and it satisfies your request! ♡ listen to the song here while you read if you’d like! i hope it makes your day better ♡
tendrils of flaxen light slithered through the opening of the curtains, bathing the room in sunshine and restful warmth. a hummingbird flitted by the window, bumping its wing against the glass. you jerked lightly at the sound, groaning under your breath. you watched as the hummingbird tweeted in either pain or apology and scurried off, sitting on the crook of the picket fence outside your house. you smiled. this was your life.
you and natasha had lived in your lovely two-story cabin for three years now. as soon as the two of you had gotten married, natasha had heaved you in your arms and settled down with you. tony had purchased the cabin for the both of you as a wedding gift and you both had been happy ever since. it was the sweetest wonderland you could ever imagine. there was even a babbling brook nearby and a pond full of cute fish that you and natasha would greet every morning. you and your wife had started a small garden in the backyard, even dedicating a small section of flowers for your future family. you could imagine the soft thud of cute little feet running around in your house. it was a perfect family home.
“are you up?” natasha’s hoarse morning voice snapped you out of your reverie. you turned, smiling as you watched her lime-green eyes twinkling with drowsiness staring back at you.
“hi there, wifey.”
a smile curled natasha’s rosy red lips. “hi, my love.” she always smiled when you referred to her as your wife. she actually cried the first time you said it, shortly after you’d gotten engaged and were planning the wedding. the site of her eyes brimming with redness and tears made your heart break and swoon at the same time.
“want waffles?” you croaked, humming happily as her arm found its way around your waist. natasha had suddenly developed a craving for peanut butter waffles the moment you two had left the compound. maybe she was trying to try new things now that she didn’t have judgmental prying eyes watching her every move.
“yes, please,” natasha grunted into your shoulder, pulling you closer and letting her breasts flatten against your back. “do you want me to make bacon?”
“yes, and don’t forget to feed gerald some carrots.”
you giggled quietly. gerald was the cute little bunny you had made friends with a few months ago. he always waddled over to your garden and natasha apparently couldn’t stand him (you were sure she loved him, she just didn’t want to admit it. one time you caught her actually smiling as he hopped away, a carrot hanging loosely from his teeth.) he was an adorable, brown little thing and always rubbed his little head against natasha’s shoes when she gave him carrots.
“don’t talk about our child that way,” you whispered, running your nails tenderly against natasha’s arms. your wife moaned with delight, peppering kisses along your neck.
“no, s’not my child…liho’s my child…”
liho was a cat that you and natasha had gotten a month before you’d proposed. you had even incorporated the cute kitty in your big moment of popping the question. natasha nearly sobbed when she saw her daughter padding towards her, bearing an open jewelry box with a gorgeous engagement ring in it.
“please don’t let liho eat gerald…” you muttered, keeping your eyes closed. you groaned when natasha only replied with a chuckle and a chaste kiss to your head.
“okay, well, let me make the waffles to convince you not to eat my son,” you threw your legs over the side of the bed and sat up. natasha grunted in disagreement, arms still tight around you. you chuckled. “aren’t you hungry, talia?”
“i still wanna cuddle my wife.” natasha’s voice rumbled into your shoulder.
you sniggered, warming natasha’s wrist with tender kisses. “goodbye hug?”
you turned around, natasha’s sleepy eyes sparkling with adoration. god, you would die for her. if the whole world was falling apart, you would shield her with your life the best you could. you wrapped your arms around her, head falling onto your shoulder and gulping in her ethereal scent of jasmine and honey and impenitent perfection. she dropped a string of kisses along your jawline, finally moving to close her lips around yours. you sighed happily, smiling when you heard her do the same.
“okay, wifey, let me go so i can make the waffles!”
“no, the kiss was supposed to make you stay, honey—no, don’t open the blind—y/n, no!”
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Hi there! Hope you are doing good! Would it be possible to do something with Natasha and the prompt 'weak smiles and injuries'? Have a wonderful day/night! :)
pairing: natasha romanoff x reader ♡
genre: soft fluffy fluff ♡
summary: you kiss natasha’s bruised knuckles and vermillion scars and wash her bloody clothes when she comes home. to you, there’s not a person in this world more beautiful than her ♡
word count: 852 ♡
a/n: thank you for the request! i hope you enjoy and this is good enough! here’s the song if you wish to listen while you read ♡
natasha grunted as she pulled her body across the threshold. the day been long, hot, and painful. although she was the black widow, full of intimidating grace and packed with incomparable intelligence, but even she had bad days.
this was one of them.
the smell of lavender kissed her nose as she stalked further into the house. a tray of warm peanut butter cookies sits waiting for you on the stovetop next to you a plate of warm lasagna and garlic bread. you must’ve heard her coming. she smiled as she imagined your frantic frame clambering about the kitchen, sorting out pots and plates and even silently cursing to yourself as you accidentally let a finger bump against the blistering edge of the cookie pan. you were the most adorable thing in the world to her.
she put her bag down by the door and slid her ankles out of her blood-stricken work shoes. she placed them by the carpet, watching as a few drops of blood soaked into the carpet. before natasha, you had never seen a lot of blood before. she felt that with the entrance of herself in your life, she’d spoiled your innocence, revealed you to a whole world of blood, broken bones, gory monsters. you never complained about it though. you seemed interested, almost fascinated, every time she came home and told you about the new creature she and the avengers had had to take down. she appreciated that. you were one of the reasons why she had started feeling less and less like a monster with each passing day.
natasha passed by the oven, not even sparing another glance at the dinner and dessert you’d set out for her. she needed to get cleaned up, and hoped she’d be able to do it before you noticed her. however, once she noticed your drowsy figure drooping off the couch as you tiredly giggled at bob’s burgers, she knew she was screwed.
“oh my god, talia!”
you leapt from your seat, rushing over to her and gingerly taking her face in her hands. she felt it was stupid that she still blushed whenever your beautiful eyes strayed over her face and body looking for injuries.
“what happened to you, talia?” your soft voice was choked with emotion.
“i’m fine, my love,” natasha put a hand on your shoulder, coaxing you to look at her. a smile pulled on her face, but it was dim and weak. “just a bad mission and frankly a bad day. i’m home now, that’s all that matters.”
she watched as sadness poured into your eyes. you always hated when she had bad days. sometimes you’d cry over the shit she’d tell you before she did. at first, she had felt awkward about your emotional ways of loving her, but now she couldn’t live without it. she couldn’t live without you.
“let’s clean you up,” you whispered, gently dragging her down the hallway. “i’ll do it the way you taught me! remember when you showed me what to do if you came home all bruised and broken?”
“hey!” natasha cried, playfully. “i’m not broken, honey! only bruised and a little bloody.”
you led her into the bedroom, drawing the first aid kit from the closet. natasha watched as you attended to her bruises with the most loving care. even if with bruises littering her skin and blood marking her temple, you thought she was the most angelic creature you’d ever seen. she told you about some hilarious stuff tony had said, some heroic deed steve had committed, and some witty joke clint had barked after nearly getting shot. they were a chaotic bunch of heroes, but still heroes nonetheless. learning about the shenanigans that occurred behind the scenes made you feel so lucky. the fact that natasha trusted you enough to tell you meant the world to you.
“all done!” you sprang up, quickly putting the first aid kit away in the closet. “now, bath time!”
“join me?” natasha said, a small smirk playing on her lips. you giggled, watching as natasha shook her shirt off her elbows and peeled her pants off her legs. in a few seconds, she was bare before you, suit laying on the ground, red curls lying on her pallid, naked skin. you loved her like this. unapologetically perfect, unapologetically natasha.
you wrapped your arms around her, pulling her close to you. her chin warmed your shoulder, red locks tickling your collarbone. you loved having her close to you. it had taken a while for natasha to be vulnerable with you, and you appreciated that she trusted you enough to even let her guard down. a position like this would’ve never been agreeable to her months ago: her completely naked and you fully clothed, embracing each other. now, she knew you were the only one who could handle her heart, that you would never break it. and she loved you for it, so much.
“let’s have that bath, yeah?”
natasha sleepily nodded against your shoulder, making you chuckle. who knew the black widow could be such a puppy sometimes?
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part one / part two / part three
"You're joking." Y/N groaned when the elevator refused to move.
"I do not joke." JARVIS informed her and she jumped in frustration, slamming her feet down over and over again. "That would not work even if you were Captain Rogers, ma'am."
Y/N cursed at the elevator door, kicking it and falling through when the doors open suddenly.
"I don't understand why I'm grounded. I did my chemistry homework this time." She grumbled, making her way into the communal kitchen, eyes narrowed.
"It doesn't count if you plagiarised it all." Bruce reminded her from his seat at the kitchen island and she grumbled again.
"It's not plagiarism if you reference." She reasoned and he raised his eyebrows.
"You didn't reference." She scowled at him, well aware she was throwing a strop, not caring enough to fix it.
"Bet I won't be grounded when there's a call for a mission. Funny how I can go to work but not Starbucks." She sneered. Steve poked his head in from the living room and fixed her with a warning look.
"You have actually been benched. Bucky, Wanda, and Pietro went to Montreal this morning with Tony instead." Y/N let her jaw drop, her eyes wide open, and stared at Steve.
"For the squishy rats? You promised I could go this time!" The elevator opened, letting Clint and Natasha out and she turned her glare on them.
"Whoa, tone it down." Clint held his hands up defensively while Natasha only laughed.
"Did you know that not only was I grounded, I was also benched for the squishy rats?" Y/N asked, fists clenched.
"I made the decision and whispered it in Hill's ear who whispered it in Steve's." Natasha shrugged, heading for the fridge.
"Boo you whore." Y/N grumbled to two choruses of 'hey!' from Steve and Bruce and one too happy 'get in loser, we're going shopping' from Clint.
"I'm running away." She informed them all.
"Can't run away if you're grounded." Steve reminded and she glared, hands on her hips.
"Can too! Running away trumps getting grounded. I'm gonna join the circus." She frowned at Clint. "I'm amending that. I'm going to join a terrorist organization. Well, Wanda and Pietro already did that. God, I've never had an original thought ever."
"I know. I graded your chemistry." Bruce spoke up, hiding his laugh behind the paper. No one else bothered to hide their laughter.
"That was my thirteenth reason." She told him and huffed when no one laughed. They were all so old. She huffed again before sliding into the seat next to Bruce and resting her head on his shoulder.
"Help me do it?" She asked and he sighed.
"Tomorrow morning we'll go over it again." He promised and she gave him a soft smile.
She was almost over her tantrum when the elevator opened, letting Tony, Bucky, Pietro, and Wanda out. They looked miserable.
"Squishy capybaras." Bucky groaned and the look of anguish on Y/N's face almost made them think someone had died.
"What's a capybara?" Clint asked.
"Only the second-largest rodent on Earth!" She groaned, dropping her face into her folded arms on the island.
"Second largest?" Bruce asked, petting her head awkwardly to somewhat console her.
"After Pietro of course." She sighed.
"Isn't that a line in Bob's Burger's?" Steve asked and she looked up at him and nodded sadly. They watched it together sometimes when neither of them could sleep. They all had ways to comfort their nightmares.
"I could've quoted so much Bob's burgers." She sighed, leaning into Bruce's hand when he scratched at her scalp.
"Next time do your own chemistry homework." Bucky told her, accepting a coffee from Steve.
"Okay, Mr. Fall Off A Train And Forget My Best Friend." She seethed and Bucky hid his smirk when Steve began to lecture her on manners and not bringing up people's trauma.
"I'm going for a bath, anyone seen the toaster?" Tony spat out his coffee and Steve launched into a whole new lecture on how fatalist humor hadn't been charming in the 1940s and it certainly wasn't any different.
"Steve, it wasn't funny then cause you were a stick in the mud and even less so now because you're a centennial." Y/N sighed.
"Centenarian." Bruce corrected her quietly and she rolled her eyes.
"You're being childish." Natasha sighed.
"I am a child." She reminded her.
"You're almost eighteen, time to start acting like it. Start doing your homework, stop annoying everyone." Tony sighed and Y/N shot him the finger making Steve scowl again.
"If you benched me from the squishy capybaras then considered me benched. I'm not going back until I decide my grades have improved enough. Try being one down and see how it goes." Y/N turned on her heel and headed back to the elevator.
"I still don't know what a capybara is." Clint sighed as the elevator doors shut.
That night Y/N found Steve on the sofa in the communal living room. On his left, Bucky had fallen asleep but she could tell it was only recently, he hadn't started to drool yet.
"I'm sorry." She whispered, sitting on his right and wrapping the rest of Steve's blanket around herself. He only rolled his eyes, wrapping an arm around her shoulder and changing the television over to Bob's Burger's letting it pick up where they'd left off.
Tina was trying to become her school's news anchor and Y/N was beginning to drift off to the steady rise and fall of Steve's chest. He was running his hand through her hair slowly, trying to relax her. "You wanna come to Washington with me?"
"When?" She asked around a yawn that made her jaw crack.
"Probably in the next day or two. Fury's narrowing down the location of what used to be a Hydra base. We're not expecting a fight, just information recovery. I was gonna bring Natasha and Tony but what if we just went down together?" Steve asked. This was his way of apologizing. It was no squishy capybara but it would do.
"We might find out Bucky is actually my dad this time." She told Steve, leaning against him more and getting comfortable.
"I'm not your dad. I'd have given you up for adoption." Bucky spoke sleepily from Steve's left.
"You're only proving my point Buckmeister. I am adopted." Y/N closed her eyes with a satisfied smile.
a/n i just adore the thought of the Avengers having to deal with a gen-z team member
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Turmoil Pt.3 (Wanda Maximoff x reader)
Months had passed in the compound and you were doing surprisingly well. You'd started therapy, only to find out that your own trauma and emotions were actually pretty manageable. It was always feeling everyone else's and not knowing how you truly felt that was overwhelming you and making it harder to ignore your intrusive thoughts.
After finding out the real cause of your problems you began training yourself to tune out others emotions, so you only had to feel them if you wanted to. You also taught yourself how to recognize the difference when you felt multiple people's emotions at once. Like how Tony's frustration felt much different than Steve's. Or Natasha's anxiety was softer than most the other's, even when it was resulting in a full blown panic attack.
It was as if you could now detect the personal energy that was attached to each emotion anyone felt.
And it made life easier.
Obviously you still struggled with your own emotions, but they were yours and that made all the difference in how you handled them. You felt like you could finally acknowledge them, knowing they weren't somebody else's confused for your own. It helped you feel more comfortable expressing yourself.
Especially now, as anger coursed through your veins.
You glared icily at Wanda as she stared back at you with wide confused eyes. You had just gotten back from a mission, where Wanda had thrown herself into a group of HYDRA agents in an attempt to distract them from you as you were busy retrieving the data you needed.
It was reckless, and she'd gotten hurt. There were hundreds of better ways to handle the situation, ways that didn't result in Wanda getting the absolute shit beaten out of her.
Now that the initial panic had worn off and Wanda was okay and sitting at the counter in front of you, only a few bruises, some stitches and a split cheekbone as evidence of her impulsivity. You were pissed.
In fact you'd not said a word to her since you had gotten back to the Compound.
"Are you going to tell me what's wrong or just keep glaring at me and being passive aggressive?" Wanda asked softly, her tone was timid with some barely noticeable undertones of annoyance.
"You're an idiot" You deadpanned "An incredibly recklessly impulsive idiot"
"Excuse me?" Wanda's brow furrowed as she studied you, eyes wide at your harsh tone. You never spoke to anyone at the compound like that, especially not Wanda. The only time anyone had heard you sound half as angry and cold was when you'd broken down and yelled at Steve- but even then you were more confused and sad than angry.
"What the fuck were you even thinking?" You're words came out white-hot as your voice raised slightly, making Wanda flinch as you flailed your arms almost wildly. "You can't just jump into groups of enemies like it's some sort of mosh pit!"
"Y/n, I-" Wanda looked confused and almost hurt at your outburst. "They were headed straight for you, I wasn't thinking- I was just trying to-"
"I don't care what you were trying to do!" Your voice raised further, remembering the pure fear you felt when you saw her body disappear in the crowd of agents after she went down. "You're lucky none of them had guns- you could have gotten killed!"
"But I didn't!" Wanda defended herself, her accent getting thicker as she almost cowered away from you.
"Thank god you didn't!" Your tone took on a sharper bite as you snapped at the trembling Sokovian, "You just got beat up and knocked unconscious instead.- How could you be so- so fucking dumb?"
Wanda looked like she was at a loss for words. She could understand why you were upset. She knew it was only because you cared. She just didn't understand why you were being so mean about it.
"I-" Wanda sounded defeated "I'm sorry for trying to protect you"
You let out a humorless laugh as you looked at her in disbelief.
"Yeah well- I don't need your protection I need you to stick to your job" You snipped offhandedly "and do what you're actually good at"
A heavy silence filled the room, leaving you to your thoughts until you heard Wanda sniff
When you looked up to meet her teary eyes, you knew you'd fucked up.
"Wand-" You were cut off when Wanda dropped her hands to the counter, palms down and stood abruptly.
The hurt look in her eyes made your chest physically ache, you didn't need to use your powers to know what she was feeling.
Wanda took a shaky breath as her tears fell down her cheeks, before she quickly turned and rushed out of the room without another word.
"Fuck!" You closed your eyes and slid to the kitchen floor, your back to the counter, letting out a deep sigh.
"I know you only freaked out because you care about her" Natasha's voice echoed through the silence of the empty kitchen as you heard her footsteps approach. "But that was really fucked up"
You glanced up as Nat grabbed a water bottle from the fridge before coming to sit next to you on the floor.
"You think I don't know that?" You sighed dejectedly and rubbed a hand over your eyes. "She was so quick to just throw herself into them"
Nat watched you silently as you shook your head, a fond smile flashing across your face.
"She was so brave.. She didn't even have to think about it.. But they overpowered her so fast." You sighed softly "When- When she dropped out of sight I- Nat I was so scared I forgot how to fucking breathe"
"You guys are both total idiots, aren't you?" Nat chuckled softly, causing you to raise an eyebrow at her in question. "So are you oblivious to the fact that you're in love with each other, or are you just ignoring it?"
"Um- what?" You looked at the redhead with wide eyes. You knew you and Wanda liked each other, it was always just a known fact between you two. You just never acknowledged it, not wanting to ruin anything.
"Oh come on, you can't expect me to believe that whatever's going on between you two isn't something more than just a silly crush situation" Natasha laughed at your shocked expression. "You guys are obviously more than friends. You're freaking out over her getting hurt, she's willing to jump directly into the face of danger to protect you. Plus you should have seen the way she reacted when Carol asked if you were single."
You sat in silence, just processing the information Natasha had just dropped on you.
It was true. You knew it was true. You loved Wanda and you'd probably just fucked it all up.
"Come on y/n" Natasha gave you a sympathetic smile "Go tell her"
"Tell her?" You tilted your head slighty
"That you love her," Nat smirked "It might help to also tell her your sorry"
"Oh" You nodded in a daze and stood up with Natasha
"Good luck" Natasha smiled and walked off into toward the training room again.
After a while you shook yourself from your daze and made your way to Wanda's room. Stopping short outside the door.
You'd never really knocked before, Wanda gave you access to her room so it was never really locked for you. Friday knew to just let you enter whenever. So it wasn't really a surprise when the door opened on its own for you. You just... Didn't know what to do.
You stood motionless in the doorway, an apologetic look already on your face as your eyes brimmed with tears.
Wanda was sitting on her bed in your sweater that you'd left there that morning. She sniffled softly, with her arms wrapped tightly around a pillow.
"H-hey" Your voice was barely a whisper but it was just enough to catch her attention. Your heart fluttered as she gave you a small smile and patted the spot next to her on the bed.
"Hey" she whispered back, her voice raspy and hoarse. Probably from crying.
You gingerly approached her, nerves twisting your insides.
"I'm sorry" you stopped a few steps away
"I know" Wanda nodded and bit her lip watching you with sad eyes
"I just- I-" You searched desperately for the right words "You scared me so bad- I didn't know how to handle it."
"I know" Wanda repeated with a sigh.
"I was so worried I couldn't process it. So I got angry" You explained further as you shuffled awkwardly on your feet. "I was mean and it was uncalled for and I hope you can forgive me- if not I understand but it would really suck cause- cause I love you."
"Y/n you're my best friend. Of course I forgive you" Wanda chuckled softly, amusement crossing her features before going back to being sad "I'm just a little hurt"
"I understand that" You hugged yourself at the pang of guilt that took over your chest. "How can I fix it?"
"I just don't get it" Wanda started and you furrowed your brows in confusion. "We all risk our life being stupid and impulsive all the time. You've been worried before but you've never yelled at anyone for it. Ever. Why was this so different?"
"Because" You shrugged "I love you"
"And you don't love the others?" Wanda raised an eyebrow
"I- well yeah" You started "but you're different"
"How?" Wanda sighed in frustration "How am I different?"
You huffed softly. You obviously weren't getting through to her.
You slowly and hesitantly took the last few steps forward, closing the space between the two of you. You stood in front of her, between her legs that were now dangling over the edge of her bed.
You stared down into her emerald eyes as she looked at you confusedly. You gently cupped her cheeks and ran your thumbs along her cheekbones taking note of the way her breathing hitched and her eyes immediately fell to your lips before gazing around the rest of your face and settling on looking you in the eyes again.
You'd been in this position thousands of times. The both of you staring at each other, breaths away from crossing that unspoken line between you. Neither of you daring to make a move. Scared to break the spell between you or ruin the friendship.
But this time was different. This time you were going to make it clear to Wanda that she was definitely more than just a friend to you.
"You want to know what makes you different?" You asked softly, causing Wanda to bite her lip, nodding ever-so-slightly. "This."
You leaned in slowly, giving Wanda plenty of time to pull away and hesitantly brushing your lips against hers, hearing her take in a sharp breathy gasp at your movements. You stayed there, breathing each other's air for what felt like hours before you finally pressed your lips firmly to hers, reveling in how soft they felt.
Wanda let out a whimper and kissed back almost immediately, fervently motioning her lips on yours. Her hands fell to your hips, gripping them softly as you pulled yourself impossibly closer to her with a content hum of approval.
You pulled away slowly, smiling at the way Wanda lingered in the same spot, her eyes still closed as she bit her lip. Her eyes fluttered open, a dazed look in them as she smiled that brilliant smile of her's.
"Oh" Wanda giggled and you couldn't help but join her.
"Oh" you repeated back teasingly, watching the way her eyes sparkled as she looked up at you.
"I've been waiting for this for so long it's not even funny" Wanda smiled, biting her lip. Which immediately drew your attention to the action.
"Me too" You shifted closer again before pausing briefly. "Never scare me like that again"
You said finally and Wanda rolled her eyes with a soft smile.
"Shut up and kiss me" Wanda tugged you forward, toward herself, making you stumble at the sudden movement.
"Gladly" You giggled and sat on her lap, your legs on either side of hers as you connected your lips in the second many kisses to come.
Tadaaa! I hope y'all liked reading this as much as I enjoyed working on it :P Have a good night/day y'all🧡
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Avengers at a theme park
(not my gif-credit to owner/s)
Uses the Iron Man suit to get dropped phones of the rollercoasters
Refuses to scream on the drops and usually does a resting b*tch face to annoy his friends
Eats so many sweets before rides yet doesn't throw up once
Throws up peace signs with the mascots
Mocks Steve when he gives out instructions
Gift shop is empty after Tony enters
Wears a first aid bum bag and would wear a high vis vest if Tony hadn't sharpied "MILF" on it . Steve doesn't know what it means but he won't risk it
Has a presentation meeting the day before making sure everyone has a "buddy", maps and other supplies
Scolds anyone when they spin too quick on the Tea Cups
Not very scared of rides but when he does he laughs it off awkwardly
Has broken manyyy of the Tea Cups because he's mental
Shuri and Peter have been banned from going on Tea Cups with him though they don't listen despite countless whiplashes
Ends up sat down with a circle of people listening to his heroic escapades across the Realms of course featuring dramatic re-enactments
Cheers on every single ride
may have put Mjolnir on a rollercoaster...
many sugar rushes
Creeps everyone out by pointing out how easy he could shoot people from the Ferris wheel
Would roll down grassy hills just because
Steve has him on many timeouts and he responds by singing 10,000 Green Bottles...until Natasha tases him
Steve had him on one of those children harnesses once which caused more damage than it was worth
Only goes on the big rides because she was dared, other then that she's not bothered
Has a tracker on Clint which turns into a huge hide and seek game that almost gets them kicked out
If there is a lake attraction, she would definitely take a duck or ten
Has a never ending bag of candy floss
Takes many perfects selfies for Instagram and starts a conspiracy if she is a goddess
Sits on a bench with ice cream taking pictures for the Avengers Christmas (dad style photos only)
Went on a Tunnel of Love style ride with Natasha and everyone waited at the end to cheer for them- he looked like a tomato
Doesn't like big rides but the team are very happy to adventure on the children's rides so he's not too left out
Sleeps on the way home
Has pulled Clint when he falls into water
part 2 ?- Wanda, Scott, Peter, Dr Strange, Bucky ,Loki
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Karima downed another gulp of the vodka as her head pounded. The voices were loud and they wouldn’t be quiet no matter how much she begged and pleaded.
It felt as if there were a bunch of people in her head, banging on her brain, trying to force their way out. And with each forceful knock, the noise got louder and the pain radiated more.
Each voice was arguing with each other, one trying to be louder than the next. The voices wanted to be heard. They all screamed as if there was some sort of rave going on in her head that Karima didn’t know about.
As she drained the last sip, another voice yelled and it echoed through and through. She threw the bottle at the wall, ignoring the crash and broken glass, and gripped her head in her hands.
“Shut up. Please, please, please, shut up!”
The teen flopped down on the bed, staring at the ceiling. She felt numb but at the same time, felt every tingle that went through her body.
The noise in her head decreased to dull thuds. Each thud was followed by another. Then another. Then another. The cycle continued.
The thuds eventually pulled her to sleep.
Karima’s eyes fluttered open. Her surroundings were blurry. There was something standing in front of her.
As she continued to blink, the image got clearer. The figure walked slowly closer. Karima wondered where she was.
Everything was quiet. There were no voices. There were no footsteps from whoever was walking. It was just complete silence; something Karima hadn’t experienced in a while.
Next thing she knew, the person was in front of her. Her eyes widened when she realized who it was.
“Zhenya,” she breathed out.
Her eyes watered as she stared into those familiar honey-brown orbs that she missed so dearly.
“You have to stop.”
Karima furrowed her eyebrows and looked at Zhenya confused.
“This is destroying you,” the girl paused and lifted her hands to her friend’s cheeks. “You need to stop looking for me.”
“N-no,” the teen’s voice broke. “Why would I do that?”
Zhenya let out a sigh and leaned forward to press a kiss to Karima’s temple.
“I love you,” she whispered.
Everything faded to white.
Karima sat up with a gasp. Reaching a hand up to her head, she still felt the lingering kiss she left.
The voices were quiet and she let a tear fall down a cheek.
Karima and Zhenya were sitting in front of each other. They had both just gotten finished with a brutal training session. They were tired but they wanted to bask in each other’s presence a little longer.
“You know I hate that word,” Zhenya interrupted playfully with a small smirk despite the cut on her lip. Karima knew it hurt. “No one keeps their promises.”
“Fine then,” Karima stated, rolling her eyes. She sat up a little straighter. “I, Karima Foster, pledge to get us out of this hellhole and any other we encounter, and make sure all these people who made us suffer get sent to the deep depths of hell.”
The girl across from her chuckled and nodded her head.
“Yeah, well lemme know when you start,” she whispers, holding out her hand.
Karima takes it with no hesitation and squeezes it tight.
To them, there was no comfort like the other.
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Natasha Romaoff x Reader-I Miss You
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know you better- you are pretty closed off to the rest of the team so nat decides to get to know you a bit better. later on nat confesses something to you after you get injured on a mission.
fabric thief- you are hesitant to steal one of you girlfriend’s hoodies while you are away but when you do an she catches you it’s a cute moment.
unexpected confession- you have a little too much to drink and nat takes care of you. you then confess your crush to a certain someone without realizing.
my only exception- you and nat are separated when in the Red Room. you both are reunited. after holding onto a couple things to give her for a couple years you both realize love is well and alive.
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know you better
(I don’t own this gif or characters in this story)
summary: you are pretty closed off to the rest of the team so nat decides to get to know you a bit better. later on nat confesses something to you after you get injured on a mission.
pairings: natasha romanoff x fem!reader
warnings: violence, injury, minor angst, fluff
word count: 1.6k ish
a/n: thank you for all the support on my last posts i appreciate it so much. i know these fics are nothing too crazy but i’m glad people are enjoying them! also happy mother’s day, show your moms or mother figures some love today!! love you all 💕💕
this story is formatted kinda oddly. the first part is nat getting to know you and the second half is r getting injured and a confession.
Ever since you joined the avengers you felt like you didn’t fit in. The team was super welcoming and happy to guide you through any troubles you had. The issue was you, or at least that’s what you thought.
From a young age you were pretty closed off, shy, and had interests and hobbies that didn’t align with your peers, this put you in the ‘weird’ box. However, if someone actually got to know you, you were kind, loyal, had a pretty good sense of humor, and even liked to have fun and do adventurous things.
When you met the team since it was compiled of the worlds strongest and most attractive beings in the galaxy, so you were sure it was going to be like high school all over again. If only you knew how wrong you’d be.
As you distance yourself from the others they just became more and more intrigued with your presence. All they wanted to do was find out more and more about your life, interests, and why you distanced yourself in the first place. However, one fiery redhead in particular was very set on finding more information about you.
You never noticed anything out of the ordinary because for so long you were alone and incredibly independent. With this being said you continued on with your day and your normal days consisted of rolling out of bed and heading down to the kitchen making a quick smoothie and heading down to the gym/training room to stay fit and healthy.
The gym was empty, per usual at this time of day, so you started your routine. As you were finishing up you saw Natasha Romanoff or as some people call her ‘Black Widow’, approach you.
“Hey y/n, I know you seem to be pretty independent when training, but I was wondering if you’d like to spar with me?” she spoke friendly. This only made your head spin with confusion. Why is she talking to me? Doesn’t she have more important activities to be doing? Ugh, it’s just another way to prove you are unworthy to be on the team to THE Black Widow.
The only experience you could compare this interaction to was when the popular kids at school were paired up with you in class clearly wanting nothing to do with you, so they end up treating you like a leashed dog they encounter when walking past a happy couple living in a suburban neighborhood.
“A-are you sure? Don’t you have more important things to do?” you pause, “Oh my- I’m so sorry, I’m not trying to say all you ever do is stuff that is important or being in your own gym isn’t valid enough a reason, matter of fact-“
“Breathe hon, I’m positive I’d like to spar with you or else I wouldn’t have asked.” she sends a soft smile your way.
“Oh okay. If you’d like to, then sure!” you curse at yourself for being so awkward.
You walk over to your locker which holds your hand wraps inside. You wrap your hands carefully while making your way to the ring that Natasha is currently waiting for you in.
Both you and her are positioned diagonal from each other.
“Ready?” she asks
“Uh I think so?” you reply
You already know that you want to start off defending so you can feel out her fighting style and patterns. Hand to hand combat happens to be a strength of yours, but not when you are in this head space with Natasha around.
Not even a second later Natasha lunges at you sending a jab to your stomach and head. You stumble back astonished and barely able to process anything before she comes at you again sending an uppercut to your chin but you back up and circle her before kicking her left leg out and quickly clinging onto her fallen form straddling her stomach speechless. She manages to slide out from underneath you smoothly and effortlessly places her knees on the sides of your hips and pins your hands above you. At this point your brain is short circuiting and your mouth is gaping with a bright pink blush on your cheeks. She soaks this moment in for a hot second and you hear her mumble,
“God your adorable” as she gets off of you. You quickly cover your face with your hands trying to shield your face from her sight but she just finds it even more amusing. She nudges your side with her foot and stretches a hand towards you on the ground. You hesitantly accept it still trying to recover from the events that just occurred. She strides away and you follow to wherever she is headed. All you wanted to do in this moment was take a cold shower and shout from the rooftops.
“Y/n, I gotta ask, why don’t you talk to any of us? Did we do something?” Guilt floods through your mind. How could you be so stupid to let the team you are apart of feel like they are the issue?
“No, no, not at all. It’s just I don’t know why you’d have any kind of interest in me when there are literal gods apart of this team. I’m sorry for making you guys feel like you are the reason I’m quiet, when that is just my issue.” you manage to say.
“No it isn’t an issue at all. We were just worried about you.”
“W-worried about me?” her face softens at your reaction to her showing she and the team care about your well-being.
“Of course y/n! Matter of fact we all want to get to know more about you.” her voice switches to a whisper, “Especially me. So how about we go and grab some lunch?” she suggests.
“I’d love to.”
Four months later...
You had opened up to the team more and started going out with Natasha. Currently you were infiltrating an ‘abandoned’ HYDRA base in order to collect intel from this group. You, Nat, Wanda, Tony, and Cap were assigned to this mission. When you arrived there, yourself, Nat, and Cap were the ground team while Tony circles the perimeter and Wanda stays back on watch on the Quinjet.
The three of you enter the premise of the base. It’s quiet like most ‘abandoned’ bases are supposed to be but there seems to be something a little off about this base. You use an entrance around the backside while Nat and Cap enter through the front. Nat is supposed to recover/collect the intel since she is known to be one of the most tech savvy people on the team besides Tony. You make it to what seems to be the center of the base where the large super computer is located, no one is in sight. This makes you feel uneasy because Nat and Cap were supposed to meet you here a couple minutes ago. Since you don’t want to waste anymore time waiting you try and speak over coms saying you will extract the data yourself.
You stick the chip that was given to you into the computer and open the command line interface and start the extraction. You hear a door open behind you. You know it’s probably one or two of the teammates you’ve been expecting but you are met with the presence of a grungy looking man in a HYDRA uniform ready to attack. As he is about to radio to his fellow group members alerting them, you whip out your gun and shortly kill him. You realize this base isn’t completely inactive and is possibly a trap. You quickly rush over to the computer to see the extraction is complete, grab the chip, and rush out the exit where you came from. When you are making a break for the exit, you hear a couple footsteps behind you which you know can’t possibly be any of your team members because of the number you hear. You sprint out the exit and make a break for the Quinjet, but not before gazing over to the entrance making sure Cap and Nat returned to the jet safely. When you see no sign of them you continue running hastily. Only to stop when you feel a burning, piercing pain from your back through your chest. You send shots back and limp over to the Quinjet where you see the team rushing over to you. You collapse. Your teammates had assumed that you’d return to the jet as soon as you realized coms were down. So they didn’t try to provide backup for you.
“Y/n/n! Keep your eyes open for me babe!” says a voice you recognize as Nat’s. “Come on! I can’t lose you y/n, I love you too much!” she yells only for your vision to fade out seconds later.
You wake up in a white room and bed you identify as the compound’s infirmary. You look to your left and see your beautiful girlfriend asleep in an uncomfortable position in the hospital chair. As you move a bit she jumps up out of the light sleep she was in.
“Oh my god y/n! Don’t you ever do anything like that to me again! I thought I lost you! I can’t even think about having to live without y-” you cut her ramble off.
“Breathe.” you say
“Did you mean it?” you rasp
“What? That I don’t want my girlfriend to almost bleed out on me ever again?” she asks confused
“No. Do you actually love me?” you ask hopefully
“Of course I do! That was definitely not my favorite way to admit it to you though.” she jokes but you know she’s still pretty shaken up.
“Good. Because I love you too Nat. When you are with me I feel like I finally have a purpose to fulfill. Something I’ve never felt before. I’m also sorry for doing that. I couldn’t even imagine if the roles were reversed between you and-“ she is the one who cuts you off this time with a long, passionate yet soft kiss.
This woman is going to be your cause of death.
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(i don’t own this gif or the characters in this fic)
pairing: natasha romanoff x fem!reader
summary: you are hesitant to steal one of you girlfriend’s hoodies while you are away but when you do an she catches you it’s a cute moment.
warning: none really just fluff and 1 swear.
word count: 907
a/n: hey guys! thank you for the likes on my first post even though my tags are broken i appreciate it and i hope you all have a great day! love ya 💕💕 (can someone please tell me how to implement the read more link thingy i’m stupid)
sorry for any mistakes, not reviewed by anyone besides me.
Nat has been gone for two weeks and you miss everything about her so much. You and her have been going out for around two and a half months making your relationship relatively new. However this doesn’t stop you from missing her little smirk, gorgeous fiery hair, emerald eyes, and even the way way she smells. So you finally create a plan.
Okay, I go in, and I get out, you think to yourself. Wanda peaks around the corner of the hallway and walks towards you,
“Y/n/n, what are you scheming?”
“I- um n-nothing,” you stutter out
“Alrighty then... By the way, you know Nat wouldn’t mind at all if you borrowed a hoodie, right?” she teases
“Wh-how?” you fail to realize how much you show you miss your girlfriend around the compound.
“Well first off, I can kind of read minds. Second, since Natasha hasn’t been around, you look like a lost puppy who lost their favorite toy, and lastly, you are literally standing in front of her door right now.” she explains
“Okay, okay, I guess you got me there. You just know how much I worry about her and miss her, Wands.”
“I know. Well, I’ll just leave you be here. Remember what I told you!” she speaks while walking away.
You know what she’s right. You think as you open her door (you are the only person other than herself who she gave authorization to unlock her door) The first thing you see is her room is mostly clean but her laundry basket is filled to the brim almost overflowing with clothes. So before you choose what clean hoodie you want to steal, you gather the rest of her dirty clothes that aren’t inside the basket as well as take the basket to the teams large laundry room, and throw them in knowing she was in a rush to leave for her mission so she didn’t get the chance to do it herself. Knowing Nat and her organized self she wouldn’t be too ecstatic doing her chores as soon as she returned from her long mission. You move the laundry from the washer to the dryer.
You decide to head to the training room and push yourself in training and weightlifting so you would get good sleep tonight to speed up the time so Nat returns quicker. Once you are done you take a quick, much needed shower and return to the laundry room to pick up Nat’s clothes and return them to her room. You fold all over her clothes nicely and tuck them in her drawers and hang some in her closet. You finally choose the sweatshirt you want to borrow. This particular red hoodie happens to be one of her favorites, it also happens to smell like her which you are more than happy about.
It is only about seven-thirty pm and you and the team have yet to have dinner so you decide to take a quick nap on the couch in the living room while waiting on the Chinese food Tony ordered to be delivered.
Natasha finally arrives back to the compound with only a few new cuts and bruises on her. The team greets her but she can’t help but wonder where you are after noticing you aren’t their to greet her after being gone for so long. Those thoughts are quickly pushed down and away when she sees your sleeping figure on the couch in a relatively uncomfortable position. Nat walks over to you and takes a picture of you peacefully asleep so she can remember the moment forever and carries you up bridal style to her room. You don’t wake up until the morning and when you do, you feel a strong pair of arms on around waist. You quickly flip around only to see your beautiful girlfriend with that smirk you love on her face and eyes filled with amusement.
“NAT!” you squeal, “When did you come back and why didn’t you wake me?” you faux a pout.
“Sorry, as excited as I was to see you again, you just looked too peaceful and cute to wake up.” she exclaims.
“Well, in that case, I have some lost time to make up for.” You say as you place light kisses all over her face.
“By the way babe, you should wear my clothes more often. Although, I do wish it didn’t take me leaving for a couple weeks for you to finally steal some of my clothes.” she winks as you blush and hide your face in her shoulder. “Also, don’t think for a second that I didn’t notice my empty laundry basket and lack of dirty clothes детка (baby). I appreciate it.” she whispers seductively into your ear.
“Awe, you know you don’t need to thank me, I’m more than content with you just being here.” you speak hushed under her emerald gaze, “And also, even though you scared the absolute shit out of me when I woke up to a pair of arms encased around my waist, you should sleep with me more often.” you giggle.
“I think that we can arrange that.”
You snuggle deeper into her embrace and mumble,
“I missed you.”
“I missed you more, love, now let’s go back to sleep.” she says.
You smile against her neck and realize she is your home and there is no one else in the world who you would rather call yours.
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apricity pt. two
apricity - the warmth of the sun in winter
warnings: angst, blood, violence,
pairing: bucky barnes x female oc
word count: 2,956
A/N: part two is here! I did unintentionally rush through this chapter because I am so excited to start the civil war segment of this story. feedback is welcomed, let me know how you are liking it! thank you for reading!
Bucky’s cheek stung after the third slap from Pierce, the flesh bright red and warm to the touch. He continued fighting his restraints as he had been for the past hour. He had just been wiped, HYDRA needed to start fresh. Sweat trickled from his hairline to his jugular as he yanked and squirmed in the chair.
Alexander lost his patience an hour ago, Bucky hadn’t stopped talking about the girl on the bridge, “She doesn’t love you! If she did, she would have come back for you. We’re trying to correct the world, and we need you to do that. You want to be useful, don’t you?”
Bucky stared ahead emotionless, ignoring Pierce’s words. She loved him. Her eyes told him so, the look on her face from the bridge continued to haunt him even after being reprogrammed. He knew her. She was good. She was home.
A hand came down against Bucky's face again, harder than the last, “You are an asset. She is what we are fighting against. The world deserves freedom and that is what HYDRA is doing. You don’t do your part and I can’t do mine.”
Bucky softly murmured, voice raw from screaming, “But I knew her.”
Alexander clenched his fist as he stood from his chair placed in front of Bucky, “Wipe him again.”
Soon the air was filled with Bucky’s screams again, torturous and raw. Brock Rumlow looked on in silence, taking in the sight before him. This, he could work with.
The team consisting of Florence, Steve, Natasha, Sam, Maria, and Fury were littered throughout the vacant underground room, lights dim and the air heavy with stale humidity. Steve and Sam stood while the remaining few were seated at a long conference table. Fury had documents scattered in front of him, Maria with a laptop, typing away intently.
Fury held an image of Pierce from the ’80s in his hand, “This man declined the Nobel Peace Prize. He said peace wasn’t an achievement, it was a responsibility.” Fury threw the picture onto the table, “See, it’s stuff like this that gives me trust issues.”
Natasha speaks from her chair next to her fellow redheaded friend, a solemn expression on her face, “We have to stop the launch.” Alexander was planning on using Project Insight, which consisted of three helicarriers that patrolled the Earth to eliminate threats, deployed after the Battle of New York, only this time it was being planned to be used as a way for HYDRA to eliminate any threats to themselves. The operation was now turned against them.
Fury looked at Natasha with an eyebrow raised, “I don’t think the Council’s accepting my calls anymore.” He flipped open a briefcase, revealing three data chips.
Behind Florence, Sam spoke with arms crossed tightly over his chest, “What’s that?”
Maria flipped her laptop around, showing the team a diagram of data, “Once the helicarriers reach 3,000 feet, they’ll triangulate with Insight satellites, becoming fully weaponized.”
“We need to breach those carriers and replace their targeting blades with our own.” Fury gestured to the case in front of him.
Maria flipped her laptop back around, “One or two won’t cut it. We need to link all three carriers for this to work because if even one of those ships remains operational, a whole lot of people are gonna die.” The entire team grimaced.
All eyes were on Fury as he spoke, “We have to assume everyone on those carriers is HYDRA. We have to get past them, insert these server blades. And maybe, just maybe we can salvage what’s left.”
Florence and Steve shared a look, Florence knew Steve wouldn’t let that happen, “We’re not salvaging anything. We’re not just taking down the carriers, Nick. We’re taking down S.H.I.E.L.D.”
Fury snapped back at Steve, “S.H.I.E.L.D. had nothing to do with this.”
“You gave me this mission, this is how it ends. S.H.I.E.L.D.’s been compromised. You said so yourself. HYDRA grew right under your nose and nobody noticed.” Steve’s face was set, his entire body taking on the posture of command.
Fury gestured around the room with his hands before setting them back on the table, “Why do you think we’re meeting in this cave? I noticed.”
Steve’s face remained cold, “How many paid the price before you did?” Florence read between the lines, she knew what he was asking and it felt like a punch to the gut.
Fury bowed his head as Florence looked away, “Look, I didn’t know about Barnes.” No one did.
Steve scoffed, “Even if you had, would you have told me? Or would you have compartmentalized that too? Like Florence.”
“Hey, she did what she had to. You did not go through what she did.” Florence looked to Fury with kindness in her tired eyes, silently thanking him.
Steve interrupted the tender moment, continuing his speech, “S.H.I.E.L.D., HYDRA, it all goes.”
“He’s right. It all has to go.” All eyes darted to Maria, a silent understanding that Steve was right. This was the beginning of the end.
Fury looks around, eyes landing on Sam, “Don’t look at me.” Sam nods his head to Steve, “I do what he does, just slower.”
Steve stood at the head of the table, staring at Fury as he leaned back in his chair, “Looks like you’re giving the orders now, Captain.”
The team was given their tasks, parting their separate ways before the mission.
Florence found Steve outside, standing on the bridge lost in thought.
Florence sided up next to him, “Hey, I know you probably hate me right now, but-”
Steve cut her off, turning to face her, “I don’t hate you. I don’t. I’m just struggling to wrap my head around the fact that he’s been alive this entire time and you haven’t told one person. Not even me.”
“Steve, I tried. After I ran, I tried to go back for him but he wouldn’t let me; told me to run and to never come back for him. So I had to go into hiding. Seventeen years Steve. It’s not like I could walk into a government building and tell them without HYDRA catching wind. Hell, I could have been walking straight back into HYDRA. You have to understand that everything I’ve done has been to protect him. Everything.” By the end of the redheads’ speech, she was choking back tears, hands trembling at her sides. She bit her lip to quell the emotions running through her.
Steve placed a comforting hand on her shoulder, “I know, I know. I’m sorry.”
Silence fell over the two friends as both reminisced on the past, staring off into space.
Florence climbed the stairs behind Bucky and Steve to Steve’s family home. The mood was somber, Florence’s black funeral dress grazing her ankles as she stepped up the last step, standing next to Bucky.
“We looked for you after. My folks wanted to give you a ride to the cemetery.” Bucky’s tone was soft as he spoke to the heartbroken Steve.
“I know. Kinda wanted to be alone.” Steve stared at the ground as he spoke, never making eye contact with either Florence or Bucky.
Florence cocked her head to one side, gaze softly inquisitive as she looked at the small-statured man in front of her, “How was it?”
“It was okay. She’s next to dad.” The blonde’s tone was monotonous and quiet, understandably so.
Bucky shrugged his shoulders, “I was gonna ask-”
Steve cut him off as he reached his front door, hands fumbling in his pocket for the key, “I know what you’re gonna say, Buck, I just-”
“You can put the couch cushions on the floor, like when we were kids. It’ll be fun, all you gotta do is shine my shoes, maybe take out the trash.” Bucky reached down to move a brick, grabbing the key to the door and handing it to Steve, “Come on.”
Steve took the key, finally looking him in the eye, “Thank you, Buck. But I can get by on my own.”
Florence looked to Bucky, silently telling him to comfort their friend. Bucky nodded, speaking again, “The thing is, you don’t have to.” Bucky’s large hand clapped Steve on the shoulder, “Cuz me and Florence? We’re with you till the end of the line, pal.”
The moment was broken up by Sam, approaching the two old friends, “He’s gonna be there you know.”
“We know.” Both Steve and Florence were painfully aware of that fact.
“Look, whoever he used to be and the guy he is now, I don’t think he’s the kind you save. He’s the kind you stop.”
Steve looked to Sam, “I don’t know if I can do that.” Florence knew she couldn’t. Everything she has ever done, Bucky has always crossed her mind- how to help him, save him, protect him; always concerned about his well-being. And now she was forced to go against him.
“Well, he might not give you a choice. He doesn’t know either of you.” Sam twisted the knife with his last sentence, Florence and Steve grimacing at one another.
Steve spoke, looking at Florence for a last time then at Sam, “He will.” The blonde looked over the bridge, “Gear up. It’s time.”
The team changed into their gear and split up to where they were appointed: Natasha infiltrating a meeting with Alexander as a congresswoman with Fury as backup and releasing all HYDRA files, Maria preparing to order the attack to bring down the helicarriers, and Steve, Sam, and Florence to board the helicarrier to replace the targeting blades.
Sam called out to Steve as he walked away, "Wearing that?"
“No. If you’re gonna fight a war, you have to wear a uniform.”
Florence ran through the ship deck as fast as she could, doing her best to not get shot. Her earpiece kept her up to date, Natasha had just started releasing all of the files; her and Natasha’s secrets were now public along with the rest of HYDRA’s. Steve had already made it to the helicarrier, the redhead had gotten caught up with a HYDRA agent on the ground.
Florence was late to the party, Steve, and Bucky already furiously exchanging punches. She got to the top of the carrier as fast as she could with the help of Sam, her feet moving without thought. Out of the corner of her eyes, she saw Sam deploy his parachute after being kicked off by Bucky, now he was grounded.
Steve and Florence were on opposite ends of the carrier, Florence quickly making her way toward the two men.
Bucky threw Steve off of the top-level, Steve landing below with a thud, shield long gone in the Potomac beneath them.
Florence stared ahead, Bucky finally noticing her arrival. Both looked at the other in silence, gauging the situation at hand. His eyes were void of all emotion, this was not Bucky. The Soldier had a mission to kill her and Steve. Florence had a mission to keep Bucky alive, no matter the cost. If he was alive that meant there was hope to save him. You can’t save a dead man.
The silence was erupted by Florence, her mouth moving before her brain could stop, "Bucky, don't do this. You don't have to do this."
Tears welled up in her eyes unwillingly, the dam threatening to burst. Even if she knew deep down that he had been alive this entire time, a sliver of her always thought he was dead. Maybe her subconscious came up with that thought to protect herself, to make herself feel better about not being able to get him out. And she did try to get him out; she tried like hell. The first five years of her seventeen-year stint of being on the run was the worst. She was constantly moving locations, barely sleeping. And when she did sleep, she dreamt of Bucky- he was always screaming at her to go, save herself, and leave him behind. That was a detail that she would never tell Steve; if they even made it out alive of this situation. Steve wouldn’t understand, he was too stuck in his ways, he would have tried to get him out anyway. He would disregard any command in order to save Bucky even if the demand came straight from Bucky’s mouth. He would never truly understand why Florence did what she did. Maybe it was better that way.
He furrows his brow, lines etching themselves between his steel-blue eyes, "You're my mission."
A single breath is taken before he swings at her, metal arm glinting in the light as she dodges his punch, sweeping under his outstretched arm. She wasn't going to fight back. She couldn't.
Bucky turns violently, eyes hard, set on her. He lunges again as her weapon clatters to the ground of the helicarrier. Now Florence was defenseless. Although it's not like she was fighting back anyway. She'd let him kill her. If that kept him alive, she'd do it. It's not like he remembers her anyway, you can't mourn a person you don't remember.
She takes three steps back, her back colliding with the wall behind her as Bucky stalks forward. His breath fans across her face as he stands in front of her. She notices a stall in his motions, practically seeing his brain malfunction. His head was fighting with his heart.
A fist flies next to her head, Bucky purposely missing as he punches the wall again. His face twisted in pain, he was fighting himself. He couldn't do this. He knew her. His body knew her, pieces of memories played through his brain as he continued to punch the wall, a ring, her hand in his, dog tags being placed around her neck, all of it hurt. Florence was frozen in place as Bucky's fists continued flying next to her, "Go! You need to go!"
He remembered her.
Just as Steve ordered Maria to fire at the carrier, Bucky shoved Florence, causing her to tumble over the edge, joining Steve at the bottom of the carrier as it went up in flames. The carrier was under fire from all sides, jostling violently, causing Bucky to fall along with her. He landed away from Florence and Steve, being pinned under the debris.
Steve got to his feet, swaying as he stumbled over to Bucky who was struggling under the weight of the metal beam. Steve wedged the beam up, freeing Bucky. The girl remained on the ground, curling into a ball from the pain of the impact of the fall.
Florence rose to her feet as Steve told Bucky that he knew them. Bucky’s metal arm reeled back, punching Steve in the face as he screamed, “No I don’t!”
“Buck, we’ve known you your whole life.” Florence’s voice trembled as he hit Steve again, effectively knocking him to the ground.
Steve stood again, “Your name is James Buchanan Barnes.”
Bucky punched Steve in the face for a final time, the force knocking him off the carrier and into the river below. Florence scrambled to stand in front of Bucky, making him really look at her. To truly see her, to see what he was doing. Her face was bleeding, soot smudged across her forehead, sweat mixing with tears and blood flowing down her face.
“I’m not gonna fight you. I love you.” Florence’s body shook with sobs as Bucky tackled her to the ground.
His frame towered over hers, his body heaving as he spoke, “You’re my mission.” His fist flew next to her head, once, twice; never actually hitting her. Florence could see the struggle in his eyes. He was a broken man without a home.
“You don’t love me. You left me!” Bucky’s fist continued flying next to Florence’s head, the plexiglass cracking. Pierce’s words looped in his mind, she didn’t love him. She left him. She abandoned him. She was his mission.
Florence took a heaving breath in, “Yes I do, I do love you. I tried to get you out, I did, you wouldn’t let me, I tried, I-” Bucky interrupted her by pressing his flesh hand against her throat and applying pressure.
He leaned down, only inches between their faces as he applied more pressure around her throat and choking her. He grit his teeth as he choked her harder, brunette hair dangling in his face. This was it. This was Florence’s last chance, “It’s okay. It’s okay. I love you, it’s okay.” If these were the last words Bucky would ever hear from her, she was okay with that. She needed him to know that it was okay. He was doing what he had been forced to do, it wasn’t him. She needed him to know that she understood.
The hand from her throat disappeared, Bucky leaning back above her, staring at her with glassy eyes. Florence struggled for breath as she watched Bucky process her words. Debris fell around them, Bucky hovering over her to protect her from the falling particles. A large engine fell next to them, shattering the glass and sending Florence falling straight into the Potomac, Bucky hanging onto the carrier from a beam as he watched his lover fall into the water below.
Bucky dragged Steve out of the water with his metal arm while the other balanced Florence against his shoulder, ignoring the burning pain of his flesh arm as her head rested on his neck. He placed the two unconscious Avengers on the riverbank, taking one last look at them before he disappeared, becoming a ghost yet again.
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High School AU
You met Yelena when you were twelve, you’re a new kid that just moved in from another city. You didn’t meet her at school, but at the karate club near her house, in the previous town, you’re also a member so you don’t find any difficulties. She’s the first friend to welcome you to the club after the master, thus how your friendship began. Being a friend with her is a good thing, not only her tomboy characteristic that you liked, but she’s also a good friend to talk to.
A feeling developed through the friendship, you would hang out with her after school or practice; for snacks or video games. Over the weekends, you two would have a training session in the dojo. If the school gives you tons of homework, you’d do it quickly before doing anything else. Yelena’s strongest suit isn’t doing homework or study, she’d only done a quarter or half of it before she ditched them and distract you from doing it too.
You both achieved a lot besides the school; signing up for the competition and hoarding all the medals and the trophy. The kids in the club would root for you both, seeing you as a pro although on the same level, not to mention that your parents are also proud of you. Training sessions aren’t only to train your physique, also able to relieve stress and to clean your mind whatsoever. When Yelena is mad or in a bad mood, she’ll unleash it on the dummy, you could say that’s scary; she almost kicked you in the face when you surprise her from behind, and you have to cross that off the list.
Today, she comes to school almost late; messy hair, a non-ironed shirt, and black eyes like a panda. Gladly she has finished the geography homework when the teacher submitted them. During lunchtime, you’re eating your food but she seems to be half drowsy, her head almost slumped at the table, you nudge her.
“You’re not hungry?”
“Not really. I’m sleepy. Whose idea gave the student a cauliflower salad for lunch?”
“Do you want my chicken stripes then?”
“Gimme!” Her eyes wide open switched the food and only leaving you with the salad and pickles. She’s lucky to have a boyfriend like you, you’re sneaky enough to cover for her dozing off in the classes. There’s still some time before training, getting some coffee first, she doesn’t look very eager now.
“Something on your mind, Yele?”
“Uh… I’m just tired, played video games until 3 am, it was fun. I beat the hardest stage and boom! Mission accomplished.”
“Hey, I think we should go now.” You check your phone, leaving the café. In the club, Yelena isn’t training as usual, after warming up, she goes slow, weak punches and kicks. The master is busy teaching the younger kids today, your group is training on your own until the times up. You’re waiting for her showering, she wants to go home immediately, didn’t talk much on the way until you arrived in front of her house.
“Can I skip tomorrow?”
“Why, are you sick?”
“Nope, I’m fine.”
“Then tell me what’s wrong.”
“Uh, I’ll see you tomorrow, babe.” She kissed your lips and got out of the car; you couldn’t help but wonder what’s wrong with her sudden change attitude. It’s been a week that she’s acting off by coming late or doesn’t have any spirit for training, you’ve bribed her with snacks but they didn’t do. Holding the dummy, you tell her to kick it.
“Harder. Punch it harder.”
“Hragh! Whoa!” She missed the dummy’s head and straight to punching the air, her right feet slipped, she falls on the floor, groaning.
“Let’s just stop for today.” She drinks her water, sighing, thinking.
“I give up, y/n. I’ll never be as good as Theresa, she knocked me out in the last competition. Might aw well get kicked again in the next competition.”
“That’s why you’ve been like this?! Come, get up.”
“Fight me.” You prepare your stance, ready to fight; you let her move first, able to avoid all her attacks towards you, she lost balance again when you fight her back. She feels down after the previous competition, it was just a little bit more before she can knock Theresa down but the table has turned, she got up quickly and knocked your girl. That’s not the only thing, Theresa is six months younger than Yelena which put a shame to her face that a younger person beat her. You need to help her so she wants to train again, hopefully didn’t set her mind to quit.
You try to talk to her about it again, she thinks that you just sweet talk her now by bribing with snacks, dates, or movie night. It’s the hardest thing to do when it comes to lifting her spirit again, she rejects all your invitations and thinking negatively that she’ll be knocked out in the preliminary round and gonna lose the chance to get the golden trophy she’s been dreaming about. You stay a little longer after she went home, talking to your master. He’s a wise old man with tons of motivation words, you surely will use that against her tomorrow.
Her moods get worse tomorrow, after seeing her opponent’s pic on Instagram that made her blood boil. In the club, she’s angrily punching and kicking the dummy, wasting her energy at once. Take you a while to calm her down and break it down that if she keeps being angry like that, it won’t do good; you tell her if she quits now, people will laugh at her and she won’t be able to make her parents happy. You get up, asking her to train again, but this time you lightly insult her, somehow that works, she feels annoyed with your words, punching, kicking, and didn’t miss a single hit. The method you use is indeed weird but that makes her able to train again like usual until the time’s up.
“I didn’t know you have that in you.”
“Good speech skill. As promised, can we go on a date tomorrow?”
“Sure thing, but let’s finish for today, I’m starving!” Your stomach grumbles loud, everything dissolved into laughter now.
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Yes, Mistress: Natasha Romanoff x F!Reader
A series of related fics following the relationship of the reader and her new Domme, Mistress Natasha, as they explore her sexuality and submissiveness.
Series warnings: sub/Dom dynamics, sexual themes, kink negotiations, explicit f/f content
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The Meeting - The reader goes to a quiet café to meet Mistress Natasha in person for the first time and they talk through what she can expect from this new relationship.
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