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All assassins need a cat

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summary: since your rescue from the Red Room you had been living in the tower, and it didn’t take you long to realise that ex-assassins simply need a cat 

pairing: Winterwidow x widow teen reader, Natasha x widow teen reader, Bucky x widow teen reader

warnings: cats

genre: fluff

words: 1602

a/n: I really want a cat, so I figured I'd write something short about it :) 

You do not have my permission to repost, copy or translate my work

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Living in the Avengers tower had been nothing short of amazing. The people were kind, the food was even better. After living in the Red Room for so long you were overwhelmed with the freedom you were given, and the choices you could make.

You had been in the tower for two months now, and although you liked almost everyone that lived in the tower, you preferred Natasha and Bucky the most. 

They were kind, and because of your shared life experience it was easy to get along with them. They understood you, and there was no pressure in talking to them. You knew that whatever you told them, they would understand. It was comforting. 

However, it didn't take very long before you realised that both Natasha and Bucky owned a cat. 

It happened during a movie night. Natasha and Bucky had sworn to catch you up on all the great movies you missed. While watching the entirety of the Indiana Jones movies, a small, black cat jumped up on the bed, snuggling against Natasha. 

After you asked who the cat was, Natasha explained that she got her after living in the tower for a while. She said it helped her feel better about herself, and her past. 

‘Liho,’ as Natasha told you she was called, took a liking to you rather quickly. It didn't take many movie nights before Liho wasn’t only snuggling on Natasha's lap, but also climbing on yours. 

During breakfast with Natasha and Bucky later that week, you spotted a white cat joining you in the kitchen. It walked up to Bucky and started yelling at him for food. Bucky picked the cat up, snuggling with it for a few seconds before grabbing some food, feeding it. 

“That's Alpine,” Bucky had explained, telling you how he had gotten a cat not long after Natasha did. 

Bucky and Natasha didn't share a floor when they had gotten their cats, but when they moved in together it didn't take long before the cats became friendly with each other. Natasha had told you how you could often find them snuggled up together. 

After meeting both cats, you could often be found cuddling with them. 

When you were sitting in your room, you would leave your door open, allowing the cats to enter whenever they pleased. Often, they would wander into your room, either jumping on your bed or jumping on your lap while you entertained yourself. 

They started following you around the house soon after, always begging for cuddles and kisses. You cheerfully obliged, and it didn't go unmissed by either Bucky or Natasha. 

Natasha had brought up the idea one night, after you had fallen asleep in their room. 

She shared her thoughts with Bucky, discussing how it might be good for you to get a cat of your own. You loved the cats that were already living in the house, and both Natasha and Bucky thought it would be great for you to raise a cat of your own. 

At breakfast a week later Natasha brought it up again.

“How would you feel about getting another cat…?” Natasha asked carefully, bringing up the question casually so as to not make you suspicious. 

“You want another cat?” You asked cheerfully, petting Liho behind her ears as she settled on your lap. 

Natasha nodded. “It might be fun for Liho and Alpine to get another play buddy.”

Bucky nodded along, settling in the seat next to you. 

“Besides, we were thinking, you might like one of your own…” Bucky explained carefully, but your gasp of excitement washed all their worries away. 

“I could get a cat?!” You asked excitedly, watching as Natasha chuckled before nodding. 

“If that’s something that you want,” she explained, sitting into the seat across from you. “I still have the contact information from the same people I bought Liho from. They have another nest and are looking for homes for the kittens,” Natasha told you, biting into her toast.

“We could go have a look if you want,” she finished. 

Another gasp of excitement left your lips. “I could get a kitten? We can go look at kittens?!” you exclaimed happily. 

Natasha and Bucky both nodded, chuckling a bit.

“We can visit today,” Bucky explained. 

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After finishing your breakfast quickly, you had gotten into the car, heading over to the address that had the kittens. On the way, Natasha told you that the kittens were already old enough to leave the nest, so if there were a kitten that you had a connection with, you would be able to take it home the same day. 

You happily stared out the window, humming along to the song on the radio as your excitement grew. 

Once inside the house, you were practically jumping from excitement, sighing a little when Natasha, Bucky, you, and the other two people sat down at the table to greet each other and catch up. 

Natasha noticed your impatience, grabbing your hand under the table and rubbing soothing circles on it, assuring you that you would get to meet the kittens soon.

After a tedious half hour, the woman finally got up, leading you towards a different room where all the kittens were. 

Once you were finally inside, you gasped in excitement when all the kittens ran towards your legs, playing with your shoelaces.

You went to sit on the ground, smiling as all the kittens started exploring around you, inspecting you. Natasha moved to sit next to you, lifting a kitten into her lap and cuddling with it. 

After playing with the kittens for a little while, you found out that the mother cat was actually one of Liho's siblings, so you would be adopting a cat of Liho’s family. 

You were in the kitten room for about two hours, and you had grown especially close to one little kitten. It was the smallest one, and she was sleepy and shy when you first came in. After about half an hour, she did come over to you, sniffing you for a bit before deciding that you were the perfect place to take a nap. She climbed on your leg and started sleeping. 

“Can we have this one?” you asked Natasha as you carefully petted the young cat's body, allowing her to rest.

“She does really like you,” the woman said, cuddling with the mother cat.

Bucky stood in the corner, observing you and his girlfriend as you had a bonding moment. He loved Natasha more than anything, and you were slowly becoming just as important to him. He loved both of you, and he wanted to give you this moment together. He knew how much it meant to Natasha to be a mother, and he was certain it meant a lot to you as well. 

Natasha nodded excitedly, giving the kitten on your lap a little snuggle.

“I wish we were able to take them all. They are all so cute,” Natasha said as she lifted another kitten from the ground, holding it close to her and giving it some kisses. 

The woman stood up, walking over to Bucky. 

“If you could come with me, I will get you all the medical papers and get everything sorted out.”

Bucky nodded and followed the woman out of the room, leaving you and Natasha to snuggle with the kittens a little longer. 

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After getting everything sorted you had taken the sleeping kitten into your lap, snuggling with it while you sat on the backseat. 

You were more than happy with your new best friend, and both Natasha and Bucky were more than happy because of the fact you were so happy. You cuddled with the cat a little more before you as well fell asleep.

When you woke up again you were back in the Avengers tower, sleeping on Natasha’s and Bucky's bed while Natasha read a book. 

“Good afternoon my little Malyshka,” she said when she noticed you were awake. She closed her book, setting it aside and brushing some of your hair out of your face. You groaned and blinked a few times before sitting up, noticing the weight that pressed on your legs. Your little kitten was still fast asleep. 

You smiled and reached down to pet her, enjoying the purring she made as she snuggled closer into your hand. 

“Thank you, Natasha,” you said as you looked at her, smiling when she gave you a kiss on your forehead. 

“Anything for you, my little Malyshka,” Natasha said as she cupped your cheeks, giving you another kiss on your nose.

“Leave some snuggles for me,” you heard Bucky say from the door opening, watching as he walked inside and crawled into the bed, on the other side of you. 

You smiled and leaned forward, giving him a little kiss on your cheek. 

Bucky smiled as well. “Thank you little miss,” he said jokingly as he leaned forwards as well, giving you a little kiss on your forehead. 

Your kitten started making some noises, waking up and taking in its surroundings. Once her eyes landed on you, she crawled higher up your legs, settling onto your chest as you leaned against Natasha. It didn't take long before the kitten fell asleep again, enjoying your gentle pets and kisses. 

“Another movie?” Natasha questioned as she observed your state, realising she would not be getting out of the bed for a while.

You nodded happily, snuggling close into her side as she started the movie, stroking your hair. 

“Thank you,” you sighed contently before falling asleep as well, safe in the arms of your found family. 

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Guilt-Tripped Pt.2

TW: Canon-typical violence Part 1 part 3 Pairing: Ghostxreader(ish) Summary: The mission does not go according to plan

Wc: 1758 A/N: The fights scenes are fast-paced/rushed intentionally, I was trying to give off the feel of combat, if it did not work please let me know and I'll fix it :)

You were off your game, that much was clear. Not only was this mission located in your mother country, but the base you were clearing was one you had been “trained” in. You were anxious, and you knew Ghost could tell. But, true to form, he did not pry. That was one of the reasons you liked him. Everyone else would have asked questions but Ghost didn’t. He respected your privacy, understood that not everything is meant to be shared.

“Ghost, how copy?”

“Solid. Moving in.”

“Copy.” You unsling your gun from your shoulder, following Ghost into the abandoned building. You cover his six as you clear the building, finger hovering over the trigger of your gun. The ghosts contained in the walls were dogging your footsteps, begging for you to turn and listen to them.

“Again”

“You’ll break them.”

“Only the weak.”

“No, please!”

“Do it again!”

“Do not defy me.”

“Again.”

“Y/N.” You snap back to attention, “Buildn’s clear.”

“Ay. Let’s look for the intel then.”

“It’ll go fas’er if we split up.”

“Ah…I guess.”

“Stay frosty.” With that Ghost heads up the stairs, leaving you to pray he doesn't find anything he’s not supposed to. You take a deep breath and turn away, searching the rooms more intently this time, on the lookout for files and a USB drive instead of hostiles.

The first room has nothing, just some rotting pieces of wood that used to be furniture. Still, something about it leaves you feeling deeply unsettled. You step out and head to the room across the hall, your hairs standing on end. The second room is basically the same, as are the third and fourth. And fifth. And sixth. After the final room reveals nothing, you head upstairs to help Ghost.

The stairs creak under the weight of you and your gear, the sound adding to the already eerie atmosphere. You grit your teeth, forcing yourself to walk through the hallways that haunt your nightmares.

Ghost is in the first room you come to, his face lit up by a computer that somehow is still working. Alarm bells ring in the back of your brain, but you ignore them, instead focusing on the video that is playing.

“Again.”

The video is grainy, but you know the scene well. 3 girls stand side by side, guns in hand.

“Again.”

They drop to the ground, legs swinging around before standing.

“Again.”

They fire simultaneously, one loud gunshot echoing through the room.

“Again.”

“Again.”

“Again.”

“Again.”

“Aga-

The video cuts out, but you still see what happened next.

“-in.” You are faster this time, the girls next to you running out of stamina. You had been at this for hours, a constant stream of crouch, stand, fire, reload. You drop into a crouch, sweep your legs around, and come up, you and the girl to your left firing at the same time. You don’t even flinch as the girl to your right is dragged away.

“Again.”

Crouch, stand, fire, reload.

“Again”

Crouch, stand, fire, reload.

“Again.”

Crouch, stand, fire, reload.

“Again.”

Crouch, stand, fire, reload. And once again, you are faster. The girl to your left is dragged away, leaving only you. Your palms are blistered and your knees are torn open, but you won.

“Y/n.” You stare at the target in front of you, breathing hard.

“Y/n!” You raise your head, searching for the woman in charge of your training. Except the voice calling for you is male, and…British?

“Y/n!” A hand touches your shoulder and you don’t think, just react. Your gun is buried between the persons ribs before your vision even clears.

“Fuck. Ghost I…fuck. I’m s-fuck.” You stagger back, blinking hard as you holster the weapon. Ghost has his own weapon trained on you, though his finger is not on the trigger.

“What in th’ bloody hell was that?” He hisses. You inhale, exhale, and shove your emotion down where they won’t bother you.

“I am sorry.” You say softly, “I zoned out and you…scared me.” He doesn’t say anything in response, just grunts and shakes his head, holstering his gun. You hold your breath as he stares at you with an indiscernible look in his eyes.

“We'll talk when we get t’ base.” He says finally. You nod, fingers trembling as you follow him into the next room. You hadn’t noticed when you were clearing it before but the rooms up here are much more preserved. This room is empty, save for a barre attached to the wall, the one way mirror above it shattered into a million pieces.

The girls dance in unison, repeating the moves over and over and over again. Your tutu makes your skin itch, and your toes are bleeding from the hours of non-stop practice. Still, you don’t complain. Even at seven years old, you know better than to voice your sorrows.

“Good y/n. Again.” Legs burning, feet aching, skin itching, you begin the routine again. You bring your leg up but your ankle rolls, your form wobbling.

“Oh y/n. I had such high hopes for you.” Your body is thrown across the room, stars dancing across your vision as the acrid smell of smoke fills your senses. Wait…smoke?

“Y/n!” You inhale sharply, looking up at Ghost. But he’s not there. In his place is an aging man with a road face and short beard.

“Dreykov.” He’s older, much older, but you would recognize him anywhere. You look around the room, trying to find any sign of Ghost. The simple movement sends waves of pain through your skull, makes your vision blurry. But you've operated in much worse condition before.

“Where’s Ghost?” Your voice sounds oh so far away.

“Hello to you too darling.” You shiver almost imperceptibly at his voice, “Why don’t you use that pretty little head of yours and tell me?” You can barely hear him over the high-pitched whine bouncing around your skull. Oh, right, your ears are ringing. Ringing, why are your ears ringing? You blink hard, taking in your surroundings. The room is filled with smoke, the remnants of the outer wall scattered across the room, the result of an explosion. Something sticky trickles down your face, dripping into your eyes as you put two-and-two together.

You and Ghost had walked into the room, you’d been violently thrown into a flashback, and while you were off in la-la land, Dreykov must have blown through the wall. But that still didn’t explain where Ghost was. You inhale slowly, trying to focus your vision. And-there! You spot a hole in the floor, and the only thing you can think is that Ghost fell through.

Later you’ll blame it your disoriented state for forgetting he was there, but really you just didn’t want to face Dreykov alone. You leave him in the room, leave him to escape with the intel you'd come to collect, and sprint down to the first level to find Ghost. You jump over fallen bits of ceiling, dodging debris as the building slowly falls apart around you.

Ghost is prone on the ground, a Widow prowling around his body. They always did like to play with their food.

Without thinking you launch into the fray, tackling the Widow over his back. It is a short but intense fight, serving as a distraction as Ghost forces himself up. It ends when she throws a sloppy punch towards your face. You grab her wrists, yanking her forward and sweeping her legs out from underneath her. She hits the ground at the same moment you unload your weapon into her chest.

“You always did think you were better than us.” You spin around as you reload, swaying slightly as your vision blurs again. Another widow, one you failed to notice, stands behind Ghost, a gun pressed at his head.

“I did not.” Your voice is calm and even, not betraying your inner distress as your eyes dart around the room as you try to find a way to get her away from him.

“Yes you did.” The widow snarls. She draws another weapon, slamming the butt of it into Ghost's skull with startling force, leaving him to collapse like a ragdoll.

“We were always second best, always the ones punished, always the ones in trouble. Nothing compared to you.” You begin to circle each other, your eyes trained on the gun she has aimed at you. The motion makes you sick, and you can’t hear anything over your focus on staying awake.

You blink, and suddenly the widow is in front of you. Just as she wraps her finger around the trigger Ghost, who'd be faking his apparent unconsciousness, tackles her. You can see how the scene will play out, and it doesn't end pretty.

You throw yourself at the Widow Just as she plants her gun in Ghosts chest, sending both of you flying across the room. She ends up on top you so you buck your hips, sending her flying forward. You're moving on pure instinct at this point, to dizzy to think.

You wrap you arm around hers and swing your leg over her side, using the momentum to flip positions so that you're on top. You draw your firearm, but are a millisecond too slow.

She flings you off, your skull bouncing of the pavement as you fall to the side. You manage to keep a grip on your weapon but God's does your head hurt.

You blink yourself back into awareness, coming too just in time to watch Ghost grapples with the Widow for he gun. Ghost may be good, but the Widow is great.

You are too dizzy too see straight, but that's no problem. The Institute had made sure you could shoot a target blindfolded, so you close your had around your 9 mil, raise it front of you, and fire.

You are awarded with a female cry of pain, a thud, and silence.

"You...solid?" You wheeze, gun still held tight in your hand.

"Aye. Y'...y' no' lookin' t' gud there." You can barely hear him, swaying slightly where you stand. Gods your head hurts.

You step forward, practically collapsing into Ghost. You can feel his heart beating rapidly, and you think he's talking to you, but you can’t hear him. Though blurry, your eyes are drawn to the Widow laying in a pool of blood, her brown hair pillowing her head.

It makes you sad, almost, to see someone who didn't get saved. Survivors guilt is what your court-therapist had called it. You thinks it was a load of bullshit but it's not like...is she moving?

You flip around Ghost without thinking, unloading your weapon on the Widow just as her bullet pierces your flesh.

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Baby Fever

Tony x reader x Steve x Bucky

Parenting Universe

"Mom?"

"Da?"

"Did you ever think about being a mother again after Ohio?" You asked, internally wincing as your mother froze.

"I didn't stop being a mother after we were separated, dorogoy," Melina said, turning towards you as she leaned against the sink. "I spent all my time keeping you girls safe from what Dreykov wanted to do to you all. And then when he was gone, it didn't feel right to fill that hole." She told you. 

"Right." You said slowly, nodding in understanding.

"Besides, I had the pigs. I was busy enough. Why do you ask?" She asked, raising a brow.

"It doesn't matter. It's nothing." You shrugged, focusing on the mug in your hands.

"Don't lie to your mother. She can smell them like bloodhound." Alexi said, entering the kitchen with a bloody bag from the butchers.

"You know me so well." Melina smiled, patting Alexi on the cheek as she took the bag from him. "And yet you never remember the wine." She tsked, moving towards the fridge.

"Ah, not this time!" Alexi exclaimed, pulling a bottle of red wine from behind his back.

"If that was from your pants, I'm not drinking it." You were quick to say.

"Oh hush, is still good." Melina waved you off, kissing Alexi as she took the bottle. "Now, out with it. Why the baby talk? You're not pregnant. Is Peter pregnant?"

"Mama, Peter's a boy."

"I know that I can see, dorogoy, but we don't know all his spider powers, do we?"

"Oh my God, Mom, Peter is not pregnant!" You hid your face in your hands, wishing your sisters would hurry up and get here. "I only asked because the boys and I were talking about maybe adopting another." You admitted with a sigh.

"That's fantastic! Melina, we're going to be grandparents again!" Alexi exclaimed, rushing to pull you into his chest.

"Nothing's set in stone yet, Dad." You groaned as your lungs started to collapse.

"Why not? Malysh, Y/N." He whined.

"We're trying to work things out, Dad. We've still got to ask Peter, and work out logistically how it would work with work, and" You started to explain, only for Melina to wave you off.

"Oh, you think too much. You don't have to think about children. You have children. You have other children. It is life." 

"You know we were all technically abducted from an orphanage, right?" You asked, raising a brow.

"The point is life happens, and sometimes you don't have time to think it through," Melina told you.

"Yes, life happens, roll with punches, all good. Now hurry up and decide your mother and I are getting old. We want to meet the new grandbaby. We want to see great-grandbabies. We want to see it all." Alexi said with a clap.

"Great-grandbaby? Is Peter pregnant?" Yelena exclaimed, entering the room with Natasha behind her.

"Someone kill me." You groaned, smacking your head against the table.

"This feels like an intervention." Tony sighed, slipping into a seat beside Bucky.

"You would know." You snorted, sipping your smoothie.

"In all fairness, the last one did work." Bucky pointed out, wrapping his arm around Tony's waist. "He hasn't had raw cookie dough in seven months."

"I miss it."

"Seriously, Tony?" Steve sighed, lifting your legs and placing them on his lap when he sat.

"Oh, lighten up, med." You said, offering the blonde your smoothie as FRIDAY announced Peter's arrival.

"Underoos, take a seat," Tony said, nodding to the bean bag you'd placed before the four of you.

"Okay, if this is about the putty arrows, it was entirely Clint's fault," Peter said, raising his hands innocently. "I told him not to do it. I told him it would piss off people, and he made me help. I am very susceptible to peer pressure,"

"Okay, I am going to stop you right there," Tony said, holding up a hand. "This isn't about the arrows, though we are gonna circle back to that later,"

"And talk about peer pressure," Steve added, causing Peter to groan.

"No more Rappin' with Cap. I've seen enough." Peter complained, collapsing onto the beanbag. "Okay, if it's not the arrows, what did I do wrong this time?"

"Why do you just assume you're in trouble?" You cocked your head.

"Because this feels like an intervention."

"What did I say?" 

"Don't yell in my ear, Tones."

"You don't kill people you love. You don't kill people you love. You don't kill people you love." You muttered to yourself, rubbing the space between your eyes as the two continued to argue.

"Getting back on topic," Steve said, causing Bucky and Tony to fall silent. "We just want to get your opinion on something, and we want you to be completely honest with us."

"Honest like we are about Mama's driving, or honest like we are Dad's cooking?"

"You're grounded."

"What's wrong with my cooking?"

"The driving one, kiddo." Bucky chuckled. 

"We have been talking, the four of us, and we would like to expand this family. Our family." Steve explained, watching Peter's face carefully.

"You want to have a baby?" Peter gasped. "Wait, no. That doesn't make sense." He said after a second thought.

"Med, we're thinking of adopting." You told the teen.

"And, just for clarity, bud, it's not happening yet," Bucky spoke.

"Yeah, right now, we're just laying the groundwork, seeing what happens." Tony nodded. "And your opinion matters here, so be honest, you know,"

"I'd get to be a big brother?" Peter cut Tony off, looking between the four of you with glassy eyes.

"If that's what you want, of course, med." You nodded.

"I'm gonna be a big brother!" Peter screamed, launching from the beanbag and towards you and Steve. The teen wrapped his arms around both your necks, squeezing you both tightly before moving on to do the same to Tony and Bucky.

"I take it you're okay with this?" Bucky clarified as Tony fake choked.

"Yes!" Peter exclaimed, pulling away. "Are we thinking boy? Girl? Twins? Triplets? Oh! I could make them a suit." He gasped. "I love you guys! I'm really excited, but I gotta call Ned!" He said, blowing kisses before turning on his heel and rushing from the room.

"Well, I guess we have Pete's approval." You smiled, hearing the sound of his door slamming shut.

"See, there was nothing to worry about," Tony said, rising to a stand. "This calls for a celebratory drink, but since I'm sober, who wants coffee?"

"Nat, I need a drink." You huffed, falling face-first onto Natasha's couch.

"You need to get your feet off my couch," Natasha said, wacking your legs with a magazine. "Who raised you and Lena?"

"Murderers." You said, shfting to sit upright.

"Why are you moping? Why are you moping on my floor? I'm trying to watch my movie." Natasha sighed.

"Well, I can't mope in my room because Steve's doing some mindfulness meditation yoga bullshit that's making me question my marriage to him in there." You said, running your hand over your face. "And Tony's hiding in the lab, and Bucky took Pete to the Lego store, so you're all I've got."

"Alright. Alright." Natasha said, pausing her movie to turn to you. "What happened?" 

"We got another rejection letter." You sighed, letting your head hit the back of the couch. "No one wants us to adopt."

"Well, that's bullshit. Why?" Natasha asked, moving towards her drinks cart.

"One wouldn't take us because of Tony's past, another for me and Buck's, a lot said no because we're poly, and there's a few that won't take us because we're avengers." You told your sister as she poured two drinks.

"That's the stupidest thing I've ever heard." She said, handing you your drink. 

"To be fair a lot of people are dead because of me."

"Oh yes, terrorists and murderers. A lot of human traffickers on that list as well."

"Nat,"

"What have we talked about?" Natasha cut you off, taking your free hand. "C'mon, say it."

"For as much bad as we've done, we're trying to do the same good." You sighed, trying to believe your words meant something.

"Look, every reason they have listed is bullshit, and I'm surprised Tony's not suing to be honest," Natasha told you.

"Steve's handling the lawyers." You said before downing your drink. The burn a familiar and comforting feeling.

"It's probably for the best." Natasha hummed. "I don't get it. There weren't this many problems with Pete."

"We were his legal guardians. May made it very clear in her will." You shook your head. "According to the lawyers, it would have been a lot harder without that."

"Look, Y/N, you guys are great parents, which is surprising given how you all grew up,"

"Buck and Steve had stable childhoods."

"As stable as it could have been in the forties, sure." Natasha amended. "But you four are good parents. Peter loves you, and you are doing better than your best to keep him alive and in school. There are other adoption agencies, and any kid would be lucky to have the five of you."

"Thanks. I love you, Nat." You said, leaning over to hug your sister.

"Love you too," Natasha said, patting your back. "You want to get drunk and watch the rest of this with me?"

"God, yes."

"I'm ready to just call it a year." Bucky sighed, laying his head on your lap. 

"It's March, med." You reminded the brunette as you tangled your fingers in his hair.

"It's been March for six years." He groaned.

"I know." You sighed. "You think either of them are going to come down for lunch?"

"Steve was still on the phone with the lawyers when I checked." Bucky shook his head. "He was starting on the risking our lives tangent so he'll be a while."

"Tony had three cars pulled apart when I went to check on him." You said, causing Bucky to roll his eyes. 

"Married life. You feel the bliss yet?" Bucky asked, causing you to chuckle.

"Well, I think it's too late to leave ya, so I must love you lot."

"Mom? Pops?" Bucky pulled himself upright and the two of you turned to see Peter hovering in the doorway.

"Hey, bud. I thought you were out with Ned." Bucky said, gesturing for the teen to come in.

"I was, but it looks like he got what his sister had last week because he upchucked halfway through the movie," Peter said, settling onto the recliner beside the couch.

"Hm, lovely." You wrinkled your nose.

"Yeah, but at least it wasn't on my lap this time, like when we went to Coney Island. So, that's something." Peter shrugged as Bucky chuckled.

"Your Dad wasn't exactly thrilled to have you in the car after that one." 

"Well, I'd let you into my car, but I wouldn't be thrilled." You told the teen.

"Your Ma doesn't like vomit." Bucky teased.

"No, I don't. And I'll thank you to keep that to yourself. I don't need terrorists finding that out and vomiting on me." You shuddered, poking Bucky's side before turning to Peter. "Well, since you're home, you want to have lunch with us?"

"Yeah, sure. Are Dad and Pa going to join us?" Peter wondered.

"I don't think so, bud," Bucky said after hesitating. Peter frowned at the words but didn't say anything.

"Pete, everything okay?"

"I wanted to ask, is everything okay?" Peter asked, causing you and Bucky to share a look.

"What do you mean, dorogoy?"

"It's just that it's been a while since we talked about you guys adopting, and nothing's happened, but you seem upset," Peter said, shifting uncomfortably.

"Come sit, kid," Bucky said, shifting and patting the space between the two of you. Your arm wrapped around his shoulders, and Peter relaxed into your side.

"There are just a few people who aren't exactly keen to let us adopt, but it's alright, it's just a couple of setbacks. We're working through it." Bucky explained, placing his hand on yours.

"I'm sorry." Peter frowned

"There's nothing to be sorry for, Pete. It's not your fault." You promised, squeezing the teen's shoulder.

"I know, but I know that you wanted this," Peter said, looking between you both. "I know you wanted a family."

"We have a family, and we love our family." You promised, kissing the side of his head. "Having another child was just an idea." You added, sharing a sad look with Bucky.

"Yeah, just a thought. But we're pretty happy with how things are right now." Bucky told the teen, pulling him into a side hug. 

"You know what? I am going to get the boys. Family lunch, no excuses." You said, jumping to a stand and rushing from the room.

When you were safely in the elevator, and the doors closed behind you, you allowed yourself to curl in on yourself and let out a half-sob.

It was just an idea.

Life continued to move on. Six months later, you, Tony, Steve and Bucky came to an uneasy acceptance of the situation and, for the most part, put it behind you.

You had the Avengers, your family, Peter, and each other and that was all that mattered.

And unfortunately for you all, the world still needed your help.

"Spider-Man, I swear if you jump in front of another bullet, you are so grounded." Tony snapped over the coms. "I'm too young to have another heart attack."

"It's not my fault. I'm trying to neutralize like you asked me to. I didn't ask to be shot at." Peter snarked, causing laughter to be heard over the gunfire as Tony gasped.

"Sass back! Oh, you are so grounded!"

"If you two are done, I found an exposed vent. I'm going in." You interrupted the two.

"Exposed? That sounds risky, doll." Steve worried.

"Oh, it wasn't exposed before now, don't worry." You said, shimming into the hole you'd created.

"Oh yeah, because blowing a hole in the wall is real subtle." You could just hear Tony rolling his eyes.

"Unlike you, Tones, I don't blow holes in walls." You said, slowly crawling through the vent.

"Damn, Stark, what did you get up to in your playboy days?" 

"Y/N, there's a heat signiture coming from your left." Bruce spoke, watching through FRIDAY and guiding people where he could.

"You see anything weird up there, all knowing one?" You asked, turning left.

"It's a small heat signiture if that counts." Bruce said as you came up to a grate. You kept just behind the vent for a moment, trying to hear if anyone was outside, but when you heard nothing, you ventured to peak through the mesh.

"There's a lot of blankets out there." You frowned, seeing nothing else in the sparse room. 

"Maybe it's just a rat." Steve suggested as you watched a blanket move and something peek out.

"Oh shit." You swore, quickly pulling the vent free and jumping to the ground.

"What, you scared of a little rat, Y/N?" Clint teased as you knelt down. 

"Shut the fuck up, Barton." You swore, staring unblinking at the bundle before you. "I'm gonna need medical and some help in here." 

"Y/N, what happened?"

"On my way, Mama."

"Speak to us, Y/N."

"There's a baby here. A live one." You said as the baby before you started to cry.

"Live?"

"There's a lot that aren't." You said, reaching out to pull the baby into your arms and shield them from the sight. "Someone's gonna have to call Xavier. I think these were all mutant children." You said, brushing tears from the baby's blue skin.

"I'll handle it," Bruce assured you as you started to bounce the baby soothingly.

"It's okay, malen'kiy. You're safe. I have you." You hushed, fixing the blanket with one hand. "No one I don't know is coming through that door, okay? Anyone bad tries to touch you again, and I will shoot them." You promised.

"It's not what you say to a baby, Y/N."

The baby let out a snuffling sound as it reached a hand from the blanket and rested it on your collarbone.

And for the first time in so many years, you wereactually surprised at what happened next.

"Holy fuck."

"The files definitely indicate female at birth," Tony said, placing the manilla back on the table. "So we can stop calling her it."

"FRIDAY, did the files help turn up on any living family?" You asked as Bucky played got your nose with the baby in your hold.

"No boss spider." FRIDAY replied. "I found the death certificates for an Elijiah, Mila and Raven Darkholme as well as the burial plots for Elijiah and Mila."

"I'm going with they faked Raven's death certificate." Bucky commented.

"I have also concluded the same for the six other children found today." FRIDAY informed you all.

"I hate HYDRA." Peter shivered, looking down to Raven who had taken his thumb and was getting salivia all over it.

"Well the social worker said she can stay with us until they find a home to take her." Steve said, reentering the room. "She said it might take longer than normal."

"What? Why?"

"There's not a lot of orphanages for mutants, Pete." You said, smiling when the baby made her hair look like yours.

"Yeah, unsurprisingly she had space until I mentioned that part." Steve shook his head, sitting on the coffee table before you. "Doesn't Charles have space for her?" 

"Wheels doesn't have a space for babies yet," Tony said, reaching out to take the baby from you. "You're holding her wrong."

"We'll have to order some supplies." You commented, laughing when Raven copied Tony's goatee.

"How are we supposed to know how much we need in supplies?" Bucky asked, looking to Steve, who frowned.

"Depends on how much the social worker was exaggerating." Steve scowled.

"So, she just goes into the system?" Peter asked, causing you all to turn to him. "Into a home where there's no one like her? Where she may not even get adopted?" He clenched his fists.

"Pete," Tony started, stepping closer.

"It's not fair, Dad." Peter shook his head. 

"We know, dorogoy." You said, reaching out to take his hand. "That's why they want her to stay here until they can find her a home with other mutants. So she doesn't grow up alone."

"Why can't you take her?" Peter asked, causing the four of you to look between each other.

"We can't just claim a child, Peter." Steve shook his head. "She's not a lost pen."

"No, but you could adopt her. Like you did me."

"Pete,"

"She deserves a family who'll love her, and you've always made me feel loved."

"Aw, kiddo."

"And you know she wouldn't be alone in this family. We're all different kinds of different."

"Well, you do eat cereal on the ceiling."

"And I would be the best big brother. I'll teach her to love Star Wars, the perfect amount of butter to put on popcorn, and I'll teach her all the best ways to avoid FRIDAY for when she's a teenager."

"You know, you were doing real great until you got to that, right?"

"You took me in when I had no family left, and you gave me a family. Why can't we give that to her?" Peter asked, smiling when Raven let out a coo.

For a moment, you all stayed silent. Contemplating Peter's words before,

"You know I don't go to church much anymore, but ma would call this a blessing." Steve commented. "She would call her a little blessing." He nodded to the baby in Tony's arms.

"No matter where she goes, HYDRA will be after her." Bucky murmured, placing his hands under his chin. "We could keep her safe. Try to give her a childhood that they can't take from her."

"Buck." Tony gently handed Peter Raven as he sat beside Bucky, wrappping his arms around the super-soldier.

"Dad? What do you think?" Peter asked, adjusting his hold on Raven.

"I think she grows a better beard than you do, and you're almost seventeen." Tony was quick to quip.

"Dad,"

"Look, this is what we wanted, right? To give you a sibling? To expand our family? Why are we looking the gifthorse in the mouth?" Tony shook his head. "I say we take the chance. It may be our last one."

"Mama?" Peter turned to you.

"When I got out of the Red Room, I knew I could never have children after what they did to us. And I didn't think after all we've done, that I deserved any." You admitted, staring at the wall behind Peter's head, where a photo from your last beach trip hung proudly.

"Mama,"

"But you changed my mind." You said, looking to Peter with a smile. "You are my child, and I would burn the world down if you asked me to, and as soon as that little girl looked at me with those same trusting eyes, I knew I would do the same for her."

"Y/N?"

"Call the lawyers in the morning. They can start making arrangments." You smiled, reaching out to take Raven from Peter. "I guess this is welcome home, malen'kiy."

"Y/N!"

"Be quiet, Alexi!"

"Don't hit, Melina! Yelena, you see the abuse your mother heaps on me?"

"Please get him to lower everything." You sighed, looking to the bedroom door.

"Why? He's your father." Tony smirked, coming up behind you and wrapping his arms around your waist.

"Your father-in-law. I didn't have a choice, you had a choice." You said, leaning into the hold.

"You love him."

"I love him, but if he wakes Raven, I will kill him." You promised, causing Tony to chuckle.

"Go, I got this." Tony said, kissing you before heading towards the sound of your other family.

It had been two months since that fateful day you had found Raven and your family had been completed. Surprisingly, everything had gone smoothly with the adoption.

Your heart hurt to think of the children like Raven who were struggling to find a home, so you, along with the Avengers were working with Charles Xaviers school to make this less of a reality.

And now you were free to watch your children together and only allow yourself to feel happiness.

Both your children lived in rooms down the hall from you, Peter a little further down because no mater how much you soundproofed his room, sometimes he could still hear the four of you.

And while you were happy that meant you'd always hear Raven cry, you worried that Pete would still have to to.

As you neared Raven's room, you heard a familiar sniffling but before you could enter the room intent on drying your daughters tears, you heard something that made your heart swell.

"It's alright." Peter cooed. "Dedushka is pretty loud, but he makes up for it with pretty great hugs. Babushuka's probably already warned him to be careful with you, so you don't have to worry about crushed ribs." You peaked around the doorway to see Peter holding Raven and making faces at her.

Raven let out a laugh as she attached her hands to Peter's face, taking on his hair and eye color.

"You know, I don't like loud things either, but we'll talk to Dad, and he'll be able to make something for you like he did for me." Peter said, bouncing back and forth. "Did you know our family are superheroes? Yeah! They save the world. They saved you and they saved me too in a way. And you know what, this family is never going to let anything happen to you.

We're really lucky, you and me. We got picked by the best family because no matter what we do, they're always gonna love us. And I meant it when I promised to be the best big brother. You are never going to hate me a day in your life, and I am always going to be here."

Peter finished his speech by pressing a kiss to Raven's hairline, causing her to flash him a big gummy smile.

"Should we tell Mama we know she's in the doorway?" Peter asked, turning to face you with a smirk. "You're slipping, Mama."

"Not a spy here." You shook your head. "Just a very happy mother." You smiled, walking over to embrace your children. "I love you, Pete."

"Love you too, mama."

"And I love you, malen'kiy, but I do have to make you suffer through your dedushka." You spoke to Raven in a high pitched tone.

"You love dedushka." Peter accused as the two of you made your way to the living room.

"I do, but it's fun to tease him." 

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Matt x Fem!Reader she’s an ex-black widow, they’re on their first date after admitting they have feelings for each other and she’s freaking out because she’s never been on a date or in a relationship and has never been in love until she met Matt. He can tell she’s nervous and scared so he keeps reassuring her and they have their first kiss at end.🥺🫶🏻🫶🏻

hii!! I love this sm omg, so cute ugh! thank you for requesting, hope you like it💌

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worth the wait

matt murdock x fem!reader

word count: 897

kinda imagined the location for matt and karens date, now just realised after writing that ^^ i unintentionally kinda copied a bit of the storyline (fuck?!😀)

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As an ex-black widow, you've never had many opportunities to be human. Since the destruction of the Red Room all those years ago, you've been on a personal quest for happiness. And happiness's name just so happened to be called Matthew Murdock.

You haven't long professed your shared feelings, so things were still very new and terrifying. 

Matt's a great guy; that's not the issue. It was you. 

Since you've been a widow your whole life, you never got to experience things you should have. You've never been on an actual date or even dated someone, for that matter. 

You've never received spontaneous flowers or an 'I miss you' text that wakes you in the middle of the night. You've never had one of those cutesy dates you've always dreamed of- the kind you see in the movies, where you walk hand in hand down the beach at night. You've had no more than a few unrequited encounters, so things with Matt were a big deal to you. 

It was daunting to date someone as special as him, and you were scared of blowing it.

"Where'd you go?" Matt asks from opposite you, slipping his hand into yours above the table.

"Nowhere," you smile, rubbing your thumb over the back of his hand.

"Mhm, okay," he grins, his eyes playfully squinting. He could tell something was bothering you and playing on your mind, but he didn't want to press the matter- not yet, anyway. "You're doing great," Matt reassures, squeezing your hand as if to comfort you.

He knew you were new to the dating game, so he didn't want to rush or overwhelm you. He wanted to take his time with you. To allow time for you to adjust, to get used to it. He wanted to show you your worth and how you're supposed to be treated by someone, despite your troubled past. 

You knew all about Matt's upbringing, as he did yours. You knew these somewhat violent and graphic details about each other, and in some weird miracle, it didn't make the other want to run for hills. 

"I feel like I'm messing this up," you chuckle, suddenly feeling self-conscious.

"No," he shakes his head. "Absolutely not. You're doing great."

"I dunno,"

"You are sweetheart, trust me," he nods assuringly, playing with your fingers clasped around his.

As this was your first date with Matt, you were a big bundle of nerves and butterflies. It wasn't the company that scared you. It was because you were in such a fancy restaurant and constantly worried about saying the wrong thing.

"Hey, here's an idea," he starts, a soft smile lining his lips. "Let's go somewhere else."

"Why? What do you mean?" you ask, head cocking to the side.

He picks up your hand and brings it to his lips, pecking a kiss on the back of it. "I can tell this place is making you uneasy— and I don't want that," Matt shakes his head as if he's emphasising his point. "We can go someplace else, anywhere else."

"But we just got here— and you got the reservation and everything. I don't wanna be—"

"Not at all," he interrupts, smiling sweetly. "I think I'd prefer Thai food anyway."

You knew he only said that to avoid hurting your feelings, but it's a special gesture and one that didn't go unnoticed.

On the way back, you and Matt stopped by his favourite local Thai restaurant. As it was a much more casual setting, you felt like you could finally relax and enjoy your date with him. And you did.

...

After an hour or two of chatting and sharing dishes, Matt walked you back to yours. Your arm wrapped around his as you continue your juvenile conversation from earlier, heartily laughing as you make your way down the late-night street.

"This is me— that was stupid," you chuckle, shaking your head. "That's what they say in movies— it's— it's dumb."

"No, I thought it was cute," he smiles, slowly spinning you around to face him. "It was cute," he says again, reassuring you of self-deprecation.

Matt takes a small step towards you, slipping one hand to cup your cheek. "I had a good night," he grins, speaking inches away from you.

"I did, too," you smile, placing your hand over his, holding him to your face.

"I want to take you out again sometime, maybe friday?"

"I'd like that," you murmur, your eyes darting down at his lips. 

He says something incoherent before guiding your face to his, brushing over your lips. He kisses you soft and tender, sweet and loving. A grace of compassion you've never had before. He snakes his spare hand to your waist, holding you to him as he lightly works over your lips. 

He breaks the kiss first and rests his forehead against yours, soaking in the memory as he embraces your comforting aura. He kisses your cheek one last time before stepping back, opening your front door. 

"I'll stop by tomorrow during my lunch break," he grins, taking your hand and guiding you into your house. 

"I'll make us sandwiches," you smile back.

He slips his hand from yours, kissing it one last time. 

"Text me when you get home?" 

"I will, sweetheart. Goodnight,"

"Goodnight." You beam, locking the door with an excited squeal.

Maybe Matt was worth the wait. 

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[inlovewithquestionablecharacters]

Hey Hi!

I love your works. You're doing a great job. Please can I make a request? There is a relationship between Frank Castle and the reader. They have a complex but deep bond. They helped each other many times. They meet again after a long time. The reader is a Black Widow, but Frank is not fully aware of the situation. One day, the reader tells Frank about what really happened and what she went through. She talks about what was done to her and the subject of her sterilization... and Frank's attitude and reaction. (Think of it like the scene of Natasha and Bruce in the Age of Ultron.)

I hope you can... Thanks in advance.<3<3

Hey Hon, thanks for the kind words! And congrats on being my first official request it means a lot to me. I hope i did your vision justice. Enjoy! <3

Frank Castle X Reader: The secrets we keep

Warning: Mention of torture (no graphic descriptions), being captive, blood, killing, wounds, being stitched up, angst, fluff, frank being a cutie.

Word count: 4K

Life is complicated for everyone but Frank's complications were far from the ordinary. Regular citizens didn’t have to deal with people wanting them dead on a daily basis and they certainly didn’t find themselves strapped to chairs in dingy basements as often as Frank did. Yet here he was. Third time this month he’d found himself in this situation.  He was starting to think someone was playing some sick joke on him. The thing that was different this time was that he wasn’t alone. In the far corner of the room was another chair and to it was strapped someone else. Someone he’d never seen before.

That someone was you.

He didn’t know it at the time but a couple feet from him was a highly dangerous killer, much like himself. He’d find that out soon enough. Maybe he’d been too distracted by your looks to put the pieces together or maybe the way you acted was so normal to him that he hadn’t stopped to question the reason behind your abilities. Frank watched you spinning in your chair like a child, his lips tugging up in amusement. He glanced around the room checking to make sure you two were alone before speaking. 

“Hey.”

You kept spinning, unaware of his voice.

“Hey!”

You skidded to a stop positioning yourself in Franks line of sight

“Yes?”

“What are you in for?”

You let out a chuckle. Hours of silence and this is how this guy opens up the conversation?

“Pissed off the boss I guess.”

“Yeah I seem to have done that too.”

“Really what’d you do?”

“Stole some of their weapons. You?”

“Killed his son.”

The light feeling that had entered the room for a couple of seconds died at your words. Frank stayed quiet for a moment.

“He deserve it?”

“He liked looking at little girls. So yeah I'd say he did.”

Frank gritted his teeth ,nodding in agreement.

“Good riddance then.”

“Yeah.”

You began spinning again and Frank continued to watch you. You stopped abruptly  once  more looking over at Frank.

“Hey, you wanna get out of this place?”

Frank laughed, god you were a wack job. He found it amusing.

“Yeah sure. You got a plan?”

“Well, seeing that I already untied the rope that just leaves, finding a way out.”

“How long have you been untied?”

“Oh a little while.”

“Then why the hell didn’t you make a run for it?”

You looked at him like it was a dumb question.

“I’m not really the plunge your way through to the exit type. Though by the looks of you, you are.”

“You bet your ass I am.”

“Well then, this will work just fine.”

You got up from your chair making your way over to Frank and cutting him free. Frank got up from his chair rubbing his wrists as he stood. You reached your hand out introducing yourself. Frank shook your hand.

“I’m Frank Castle.”

“Oh I know who you are. And I know you didn’t just steal some supplies.”

“So you're familiar with my work?”

“I’ve read your file. Nasty stuff. Takes guts. Seems you have plenty of that though.”

He wondered how you’d managed to get a hold of his file. You didn’t look like the government type and judging by your get up this wasn’t your first rodeo. You knew your shit, Frank could tell just by looking at you.

“So what's the plan?”

“We open that door and take out anyone who tries to stop us. That work for you?”

“Yes ma'am.”

“Good.”

Ever since that day you started popping up in Frank's stakeouts. He didn’t call you but for some reason you always showed up. Frank had stopped trying to figure out how you knew where he was. He missed having a partner and you seemed pretty keen on helping him out. Your bond grew with every mission. It got to a point where Frank didn’t have to tell you what he was thinking, you just knew. He’d found out that you weren’t only good in a fight you also knew your way around a wound. And considering how often Frank found himself injured  it was a valuable quality to have. He couldn’t help but wonder where you’d learned all of this from. You didn’t work for the army. He knew that much but he wasn’t dumb enough to think you’d gotten your skills without having training. And good training at that.  He never pushed for information but he hated feeling like he didn’t know anything about you while you knew the tiniest details about him. He never imagined that one of his missions would get him the answers he wanted.

You’d been gone for a while. Well, gone from his radar anyway. He knew you didn’t owe him shit but he’d be lying if he said the lack of contact wasn’t affecting him. He’d become used to having you around. It didn’t help that the last time he saw you he’d finally decided to make a move on you. Months of seeing each other and the day after he kisses you you drop from the face of the earth. Seemed like a hell of a coincidence. What Frank didn’t know was that as you went home that night you’d been caught by surprise by one of the gangs you've managed to piss off. In a normal circumstance you’d have whipped the shit out of your kidnapper but Frank's kiss had made you let your guard down which ultimately led you to getting caught. 

You’d woken up in a chair, yet again. Honestly these guys needed to start coming up with more creative ways to hold people. You’d been in this situation enough times to know how this would go: they’d try to get you to talk, you’d refuse, they’d threaten to torture you but never actually do anything and once they were distracted you’d make your escape. You had been right for the most part. It started exactly like you’d imagined. The thing that caught you by surprise was that when they got to the torture part they didn’t just leave it at threats. These guys had no issue beating you up for answers.

And you took it.

You’d been through worse and this is what you’d been trained for after all. Punch after punch and you kept quiet. It was only when they pulled out the knife that you opened your mouth. Not to give them answers. Oh no, you’d never do that. You only opened your mouth so that you could curse them out. That and to groan in pain when you received a particularly deep cut.

Frank had no idea what you were going through. To him this was just another job. Take out some pricks who'd rubbed him the wrong way. So imagen Frank's surprise when he’d made his way inside the building, guns blazing, and found you inside. Funny how things work. You’d been put in Frank's life out of nowhere and without even knowing it he’d come to your rescue. The second Frank's eyes fell on your banged up frame he lost his shit. He went after your torturers, killing them like it was the easiest thing he’d ever done. 

You’d seen Frank in action before, hell you’d been right next to him when he took a knife to some guy's eye, but you’d never seen him like this before. He was completely out of it. No thoughts in his eyes except a need to spill as much blood as he could manage. It should have scared you to see him in such a state but it didn’t. In fact it felt nice to have someone care about you enough to kill for you with no hesitation. 

Frank finished the last guy off, slitting his throat in one swift move before making his way to you. You smiled up at him as he approached your bruised face aching at the movement. 

“Hey there big guy.”

Frank didn’t respond, his eyes racking over the cuts that covered your body. He let out an angry grunt, kneeling down to cut you free from your bonds. Before you’d even managed to stand Frank had scooped you into his arms carrying you bridal style back to the van. He placed you into the passenger seat pulling your seatbelt over you before closing the door and making his way to the drivers side. You leaned your head against the window trying to focus on the view outside rather than the pain you were feeling. Frank watched you from the corner of his eye, his knuckles turning white with how hard he was gripping the steering wheel as he drove. Those fucking bastards. 

Once you’d arrived at Frank's safehouse he parked the van making his way out of the car and going in the direction of your door. You’d already got it open and removed your seatbelt. You placed a hand on the door going to get out when Frank showed up in front of you blocking your way. You raised your head to look at him, eyebrows raising as you did.

“You're in my way, Frank.”

He looked at you, his hand moving to wrap under your legs. He was going to carry you again. You placed a hand on his shoulder pushing him lightly.

“I can walk, you know.”

Frank let out a sigh, his shoulders sagging a bit before he gazed up at you. His eyes were softer than normal, a look of guilt and worry washing over his features. You’d never had anyone look at you in such a way. Never felt your heart warm by a simple thing such as a look.

“Let me take you.”

You kept looking at Frank, your eyes moving over his features.

“Please.”

The desperation in his voice made you give in. You nodded at him, wrapping an arm around his shoulder as he dragged you up into his hold. He kicked the van door closed with his foot turning around and making his way to the front door. Once the two of you were inside he made his way to the bedroom placing you on the bed before disappearing into the other room. He returned with a first aid kit in one hand and a bottle of whiskey in the other. He handed you the bottle as he placed the kit on the bedside table. You didn’t question him, opening the bottle and taking a swing. Your face scrunched up as the whiskey made its way down your throat.

“Woah, that's some strong stuff.”

“It helps with the pain.”

“Homestyle morphine huh?”

“Something like that. I need you to take your shirt off.”

“Jesus Frank you kiss a girl once and then you're already asking her to undress?”

You were trying to lighten the mood but it wasn’t working. Maybe another time Frank would have laughed at your joke, perhaps even flushed a bit at the insinuation behind your words. Right now though he was stone faced.

“Okay, tough crowd.”

You pulled your shirt off, grimacing as the fabric snagged at some of the open cuts. You threw your shirt on the ground.

“What now doc?”

Frank made his way over to you, removing the pillow behind you before looking at you.

“Lay down.”

“I’ll get your sheets dirty.”

“It’s alright just lay down.”

You did as he asked, laying down on his bed which was surprisingly comfortable. Frank Sat down next to you, his eyes surveying your wounds as he tried to figure out which ones needed stitching and which ones just needed to be wrapped up. You observed him as he looked at you taking in how handsome he was. You sighed when his hands found their way onto your body with an unexpected softness. 

“You wanna take another swing of that? This will hurt a bit.”

“Nah i’m alright. There are worse things than pain.”

Frank knew that was true, some things were much worse than pain. For him losing his family had been worse than any physical pain he’d ever felt. He wondered what you were comparing your pain to. Perhaps he’d ask you about that later. Right now he had to focus on stitching you up. You closed your eyes as Frank worked trying your hardest to keep still to make his work easier. Once he finished he pointed to the bathroom.

“Feel free to clean up. There are clean towels in the cupboard.”

With that he rose from his seat, grabbing the first aid kit and began making his way out of the room. You glanced down at your clothes taking in how dirty they were.

“Frank?”

He turned to look at you.

“Yeah?”

“Do you have any clothes I could borrow?”

Frank looked at you, his eyes racking over the ripped clothes on your body and the lack of shirt. He made his way back into the bedroom, opening a drawer in his dresser and pulling out a black shirt.

“I don’t think any of my pants will fit you but I can grab some if you want.”

“Nah it’s okay. Thanks Frank.”

He nodded at you making his way out of the room once more. You made your way to the bathroom, stripping off the rest of your clothes and settling underneath the warm water. Your wounds burned as you washed up but you knew you needed to clean them well. Once you were clean and dressed you made your way to the kitchen. You found Frank leaning beside the stove as he waited for some water to boil.

“You making tea?”

“Yeah, I thought you might like some.”

“What kinds you got?”

Frank opened his cupboard showing you the large selection of tea types he had. You never took Frank for a tea guy but then again you didn’t know much about him other than what you’d read on his file and the things he’d told you when the two of you stayed together on stakeouts. Frank seemed to see the amusement in your face.

“Some nights I can't sleep so I grab a book and a cup of tea. It helps calm my mind.”

You give him a tender look, imagining this brute of a man sitting in his bed sipping on a camomile tea and reading a book to keep the dark thoughts away. You knew the feeling.

“Yeah I get it. Personally listening to music helps me. That and writing down my thoughts.”

You watched Frank's eyebrows furrow as he thought, clearly wanting to ask you something but not knowing how to go about it. You never really talked to people about your time in the Red Room. It wasn’t something that came up easily since it wasn’t a universal experience. Yet something about Frank made you want to open up to him. He’d had a tough life. You knew that and you thought that if anyone would understand the pain you’d been through it would be Frank.

The kettle squealed loudly on the stove telling you that the water was ready. You made your choice of tea, grabbing a mug and handing it to Frank so he could fill it with water. The two of you made your way to the living room. Frank sat on the couch and you settled yourself into the armchair near the window, glancing out into the woods. After a while the silence started getting too loud to your liking so you decided to fill it. You kept your eyes glued to the window as you spoke the thought of seeing Frank's reaction to what you were about to tell him to be overwhelming for you.

“I was part of a Russian operation. They trained me and a bunch of other girls from a very young age. We learned all types of things. None of them were things little girls should be learning about.”

Frank leaned his elbows on his knees, listening to you as you spoke.

“I had my first kill when I was twelve. It was part of some training they had me go through. I don’t know who he was, they didn’t show me his face. But I don't think I'll ever get  his screams out of my head.”

You took a deep breath in trying to push the tears down.

“No kid should go through that.”

Frank's mind flashed to his kids the image of his smiling daughter invading his mind. Lisa had been the same age you said you'd been when she died. He couldn’t imagine his baby girl pulling a trigger on someone. No one should be able to imagine that scene. But here you were telling him that you lived it. His blood boiled in his veins the thought of people taking away your childhood to make you a weapon making him sick.

“They had this-uhum- this ceremony I guess. A sort of graduation so you could become a black widow. That’s what they call us. Black widows. World deadliest assassins. We get trained for years but you only make it in after they…uhm after…”

Your breath shook as you breathed in, your hands tightening around your mug as you tried to will the memories away. Frank could see you were struggling. He got up from his seat and made his way to you. He kneeled in front of you pulling your mug out of your hands before wrapping his hand around yours.

“You don’t have to tell me.”

“No, I want you to know. I need you to know, before you decide anything else about this.”

You jestured between the two of you and Frank understood you were referring to the kiss. You closed your eyes, holding onto Frank's hand as you steadied yourself to continue.

“They sterilize you. It makes everything easier. One less thing for you to worry about really.”

You let out an angry snicker at how absurd the words sound.

“That’s the bullshit they fed us anyway. The truth is they sterilize us so that they don’t have to worry about us not having one hundred percent focus on the mission. They take away our right to have kids because it keeps us in line. Makes us the perfect weapon.”

The anger in your face is replaced by sadness as you look up at Frank.

“Look, I don't know what is going on between us. I just… I like you a lot Frank. But you have no future with me. I can’t give you back what you’ve lost. I can’t have kids.”

You let out a defeated shrug avoiding Frank's gaze as fresh tears began to roll down your face. Frank took some time to process what you’d just told him. He couldn’t imagine what it must be like to have something like that taken away from you. He remembered the joy on Marias face when she’d found out she was pregnant with his son. It had never crossed his mind that there were people out there who would never experience that feeling. Not because they didn't want to but because they couldn’t. It was clear that you thought of yourself as an unfit partner because of your inability to bear children. But Frank didn’t see it that way. In fact the idea that you cared enough to tell him about the situation showed him that you were a perfectly suited partner. Frank gathered your hands in his calling out your name so that you would look at him. You refused to turn to him but then he said your name again with a pleading tone and you found yourself looking in his direction. Frank placed a hand on your cheek carefully wiping the tears from your face. You leaned into his touch sniffing lightly.

“Let me kill them.”

You let out a small laugh, your eyes lighting up a bit.

“You think I'm kidding? Tell me their names and I'll blow them all to smithereens.”

You knew what Frank was trying to do and you appreciated it. You leaned your head on his shoulder nuzzling into his neck.

“Thank you.”

Frank placed his hands on your hips tugging you out of the chair and onto his lap. His hand found its way into your hair holding you close to him. You relaxed into his touch, closing your eyes as you inhaled the smell of him.

“It doesn't make you any less than anyone else.”

You lifted your head to look into Frank's eyes.

“It’s a foul thing they did to you. They had no right to make that choice for you but it doesn't make you undeserving of love.”

Frank sighed, looking out the window before looking back at you.

“After what happened with my family I thought I'd never find love again. I thought I didn't deserve another shot at it because I'd screwed up so bad the first time. And for a while I just accepted the fact that I'd probably end up dying alone.”

You kept your eyes latched onto Frank seeing the vulnerable expression on his face.

“Then you came in out of nowhere. You started showing up and you stuck around when things got tough. It’s hard to find loyal people like that when you lead the life I do. But there you were. Dropped out of the sky like you’d been sent to me specifically.”

Franks stopped avoiding your gaze, turning to look you straight in the eye as he continued to speak.

“I’m not good at this. Never have been. But when you know you just know. When I kissed you that night I knew. Knew that if I was going to get a second chance I'd want it to be with you. The life we have isn’t really suited for children. And I know what you’re thinking. Maybe you won’t always have this life Frank. What happens when you decide to settle down on some farm? What happens then?.”

He paused, collecting his thoughts.

“I’ll tell you what happens. I keep living. With you by my side. That's enough for me. And hell if it ends up not being enough for you then I guess there always will be adoption. It may not be blood but I've learned that family isn’t just blood. Sometimes family is the ones you chose to be around you.”

Tears had started streaming down your face again. No one had ever cared about you like this. No one had ever gone out of their way to make sure you didn’t feel broken because of something you couldn’t control. Frank Castle may have been painted as a heartless killer but that wasn’t all he was. He was kind and gentle. He would risk his life for the ones he loved without a second thought. You placed a hand on Frank's cheek pushing yourself up to kiss him tenderly. Frank wrapped his arms around you kissing you back with all the love he could muster up. You pulled apart after a while giving a kiss to Frank's cheek. He smiled down at you and you grinned up at him.

“You mind if I stick around for a while?”

“Screw sticking around for a while you’re stuck with me forever now. And don’t you try to fight it. That's a losing battle.”

Your face hurt from the force of the smile that had made its way onto your face. Frank placed a kiss to your nose raising from the floor and lifting you up with him. You wrapped your legs around his waist resting your hands on his shoulders as he spun you around. The two of you laughed as you spun, foreheads resting against each other. Frank stopped spinning but didn’t let you go. Instead he began walking to his bedroom.

“Where are you taking me, mister?”

“To our room.”

“Our room huh?”

“Yeah.”

“I like the sound of that.”

“Good.”

It’s funny how people come into your life in the most unexpected ways. Perhaps if you hadn’t waited to break out of your binds that fateful day in the basement you would have never stumbled onto Frank Castle. And oh what a shame that would have been.

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[petertingle-yipyip]

mad at god - Matt Murdock (Masterlist)

Pairing: Daredevil x Exodus (Matt Murdock x Reader)

Summary: (enemies to lovers) Y/N and Matt were friends since college, though they both have a secret from one another. When the sunsets and the Devil roams Hell’s Kitchen, there’s one person who seems to get in the way, Exodus.

(1) God Complex - Y/N is back in Hell’s Kitchen and is on a mission to protect girls from her same fate. But when the Devil of Hell’s Kitchen gets in her way, a rivalry blossoms. (MINI-PREVIEW)

(2) If Walls Could Talk - Matt Murdock and Foggy Nelson weren’t always a duo. Back at Columbia, they were a trio that included Y/N Y/L/N. (MINI-PREVIEW)

(3) Traitor - The Devil of Hell’s Kitchen had become some sort of unofficial partners with Exodus, but Fisk’s games nearly tears them apart. Does she have any loyalty to the Devil or is she willing to throw him to the wolves? (MINI-PREVIEW)

(4) Crisis - Inch by inch, Exodus creeps her way into Y/N’s everyday life. When an unexpected project throws her friends into the fire, she has to make a decision to pack up the suit or keep this secondary life alive. (MINI-PREVIEW)

(5) Till It Doesn’t Hurt - Matt tries to figure out the best way to go about the Fisk situation. But in the process, Matt realizes that it’s not as simple as he thought it was. (MINI-PREVIEW)

(6) Not Friendly - Things are revealed, but not exactly in the way Y/N expected... Now she has some serious explaining to do. (very brief SA reference. blink and you’ll miss it) (MINI-PREVIEW)

(7) What If It Doesnt End Well - Sudden changes can be oh so dangerous for the life of a vigilante. How can Y/N possibly cope when her entire world shifts beneath her feet? (MINI-PREVIEW)

(8) Mad At God - One can only take so much pressure until they pop. Exodus finally snaps and takes a chance, but what does that mean for her and The Devil Daredevil? (MINI-PREVIEW) (SUIT EXTRA)

SEASON TWO

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[kaziee2]

Mission Ohio |Prologue|

Summary: The Mission where there was a third sister much younger than Yelena. 

Warnings: Mentioned of guns, indirect mention of needles. 

[Natasha x sister!reader] [Yelena x sister!sister] 

You felt someone cradle you in their arms but you couldn’t tell who they were, you couldn’t see anything or hear anything, everything sounded muffled or disoriented, you couldn’t open your eyes but you can sense there were more than one person around you. You began to move around or tried to at least, the person holding you, held you in place and began to examine you, touching different parts of your body and you could feel them using various of items on you.

After a while, they stopped and you heard a deep voice somewhere around you. “So doctor, is she ready?” You heard a voice ask. “Well we did a round up check to make sure everything was in order and I can conclude that this was a success!” You heard another voice. 

“Well I’m glad to know that I didn’t waste my resourceful materials and time on this project. It was nice working with you doctor, but I think the initial deal was, I was to keep her first and till after she graduate, then she will be transferred to you.” The voice proclaimed. “Yes,yes, of course we know of it. You will be able to keep her from this point on, since your training is...from what we can tell, much more suited.” You felt yourself being handed over to someone else. 

“Madame B, can you please add her to the Ohio mission with Melina Vostokoff and Alexei Shostakov.” You heard the voice call out to someone. “But why sir? Isn’t better to keep her here and start her training as soon.” Madame B questions. 

“She is far to young at the moment and I trust Melina and Alexei to teach her the necessities till further notice.” You felt the person hand you over to another pair of arms. “Of course sir, I will notify them right away.” 

“She will be the greatest assassin, no family, nothing to call home but here, and only loyal to us. What a perfect weapon she will become to be.” That was the last thing you heard of that voice before you felt yourself being moved once again. 

You didn’t know what was happening around you. You just left home, got on a plane then the plane crashed and now you were in a strange place being carried by your big sister, Natasha, and you can see your other big sister, Yelena, calling for yours mom and dad. 

Natasha started moving closer to Melina as she got closer you faintly heard Melina telling Natasha something “Don’t let them take your heart.” You heard her say before the people tending to her moved her inside the van. 

Before anything else could happen Natasha grab Yelena with her and a gun that she grabbed from one the men, as the men started to surround the three of you. You looked around and saw your dad with a man you can not recognize. It was strange to you that you could faintly hear them talking to each other even when there was a big distance between you, but before you could decipher what they saying your sister screamed at the men “Get away from her! Don’t touch her!” 

You were still being carried by your sister as she confronts the men that surround the three of you “Don’t come near us! I will kill you all!” You could hear her panting, you knew she was scared but she was trying to hold it together, you saw your other sister hugging Natasha tightly while holding your hand. You saw your dad walked closer to the three of you and crouched down in-front of your sister. 

“It’s ok Natasha, drop your gun and give it to me.” He spoke in a soft tone an accent was evident in his voice.

“I don’t want to go back there. You can’t bring them there, please!” She started to sob. “She’s only six!” She tried to reason with him. “And you were even younger. Now hand me in your baby sister.” She held you tighter trying to keep you in her arms but he was much stronger and pried you out of her arms and just then the men came and you saw them prick something into your sisters neck and you saw them sleep, then getting carried away. 

As your dad walked you away from your sisters he went back to the man he was talking to earlier and handed you to him. You didn’t do anything as you were being given to the stranger, you didn’t squirm or even cried with what ever was happening, you were distressed and sad, yes, but you didn’t do anything about it (not like you could either way). You felt him carry you, and looked at you intently like he knew you. That’s when he spoke to you “Welcome back, little puppet.″ 

He then looked at your dad “Does she have a name?” He asked him. “We named her (Y/N). She is a feisty one, very quiet and very behaved, but wait...what did you just call-” He was cut off before he could continue his questions. “That is none of your concern now Alexei. It is good to have the Red Guardian back.” He diverted your dads question. Alexei smiled brightly and started to boast about being the Red Guardian (totally forgetting his question) but you couldn’t really listen to him as you looked at the man who was carrying you. 

“It’s very nice seeing you again. We are going so much fun together. There are other people who are also waiting for you, so we better start working."

You were tired but you wanted to stay awake and look for your family, but as soon as you tried to get out of his grip, you felt a small prick in your arm and suddenly everything went black.

             (not proof read)  Okok so this went on a whole other plot than what I initially wanted (hahah, oops?), While writing this, the plot in my brain went poof and I just bitched this shit. Anyway Hope you like it, Comments, likes and reblogs are always appreciated! [pls do not repost this story in any other platform and claim it as your own.]

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[hellsenthero]

Suffer the Cost

Written by: hellsenthero

Bucky x Fem!Reader

Every relationship has its secrets, but who knew yours could be so deadly?

Warnings/themes: Swearing, smutish, fluff, angst, death, female reader.

MASTERLIST

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Exhaustion clung to you, keeping you in bed and in your lover’s arms. The two of you had had a long night, one filled with many drinks and lots of fucking. Now you were left with a raging hangover and the returning question of why you always put yourself through these hangovers on your post-mission breaks.

“I’m never drinking again.” You curse out, false conviction evident in your voice.

“You say that every time,” Bucky says from his spot in bed beside you. You narrow your eyes, shooting daggers at him.

“Fuck off Buck. You say the same thing about the Asgardian mead but every time Thor’s here you meet your match at the bottom of a glass.”

A low, rumbling chuckle escaped Bucky. “Touché.” Silence echoed in the room for a moment before Bucky spoke up again. “We should get out of bed, start the day.”

You wanted to shove your head under your pillow and ignore the world, but you knew he was right. "Fine." You huffed out.

The day went by as any non mission day went. Get to the kitchen for some coffee and oatmeal, watch Sam annoy the hell out of Bucky and then go train. But you were a part of the Avengers, you couldn't remember the last time you had a normal day.

"Who locked the storage unit?" Bucky asked once the two of you entered the gym.

"I did," you said as you headed over to undo the lock. "I'm convinced Sam has been hiding my favourite practice knives on purpose."

Bucky let out a laugh as he stood behind you. His warm body pressed softly against your back. "That sounds like Sam."

"The code is seventeen, nine, one, if you even need to open it up." Bucky froze behind you just as you got the lock freed and opened the storage unit door. "Bucky?" You asked as you turned to face him.

Bucky's face was unreadable, but it was clear he wasn't in his happy, cheerful mood any longer. "I, I don't feel great." He mumbled before rushing out of the training room.

After locking up the unit you went in search of Bucky. You found him in your shared room, sat down on the bed, head bent low. "You okay?" You asked as you closed the door behind you. Bucky shook his head and you knew he was deep in thought. "What's got you all bothered?"

"Hydra," Bucky whispered softly.

“oh," you begin before taking a moment to yourself. "I know you can never talk about it, but-”

“No,” Bucky answered gruffly. He looked up from his lap, his gaze locked on your own. “I’m ready now. I want to talk about it. With you.”

You silently held back your feelings of pleasure. “Okay. Tell me whatever you need to get off your chest.”

“It’s hard to know where to start from, the first life I took under Hydra’s control, the last? Those lives, along with the pain of it all, are what I remember most about my experience. I don’t know what they fed me, what I did when I was locked up or how long they would freeze me for, but I remember the people I killed, the lives I blew out like a candle wick.” Bucky looked up at you. “But no matter how vividly I remember them, they won’t come back. I’ve killed innocent people, people like Tony’s parents.” Bucky’s gaze dropped back down to his lap. “I think the only good I did back when was work to bring down the men and women in league with the red room.”

You nodded, choosing to keep your silence as Bucky thought back to his past.

This, this is what you needed.

"I killed the recruiters too. The people that brought in the girls. The ones that took them from their families. I killed them."

"Do you remember their names?" You ask.

Bucky nods. "Tristan Charles, Yvonne Draghouse, David Graham, Maria Torchevski."

Bingo.

Bucky trails off. "There's so many." Again, you nod along.

"I'm glad you opened up, baby. One step at a time." Bucky looked into your eyes, his own blue ones glassy with grief. And goddammit, he looked at you like you hung the moon in the sky just for him. "Let's rest now. Do you want to watch something?"

"You're okay to watch a show in bed with me after what I just confessed?" Bucky questioned.

You gently patted Bucky's chest as you curled closer to him. "Yeah baby, I'm good." You said as you grabbed the remote and turned on the TV that was mounted on the wall opposite you.

"Thank you." Bucky murmured before he settled in to watch an episode of The Witcher.

It was midnight and your squirming in bed was keeping Bucky awake.

"Y/N," he breathed, "settle down doll."

"I can't." You answered truthfully.

"Why? What's wrong?" Bucky asked as he turned over in order to face you in the darkness.

With a huff of air you got up from the bed and moved to the center of the empty floor. Rubbing the sleep from your eyes you stared at the floor instead of meeting Bucky's curiosious gaze.

"Y/N," Bucky tried again as he too stood from your shared bed.

"I'm just, restless…agitated."

"Are you stressed?" Bucky questioned. He wanted to step towards you but he knew how much you needed your personal space when you got agitated.

"I… yes. I am."

"What's stressing you out? What can I do to help you doll?"

You knew Bucky really wanted to help you, but you shook your head and took a step back from him.

"You can't."

"Doll-" Bucky began before you cut him off.

"Stop Bucky, you can't help me. You've done enough!" You growled out as you hand twisted with the hem of your silk nightgown.

Silence filled the room for a moment too long before Bucky's head bent low and his sorrow filled voice filled the room. "It's about my past, isn't it?"

Your silence to Bucky's question was louder than any spoken answer he could have gotten from you.

"Fuck, it's too dark. I'm too dark for you." Bucky shook his head with shame. "I'm sorry, I never should have told you all the dark shit about myself. I shouldn't have told you those kills I made… how can I fix this?

"Are you sorry, Bucky? Do you actually want to make it up to me?"

"Yes!" Bucky hissed out loudly before lowering his voice. "Yes, I'm sorry." He said. "I want to make you comfortable."

A humorless laughter escaped you as you shook your head. "What will you do?" You ask him.

"Anything." Bucky answers. You hum in acknowledgment.

"Truely?" You ask, your voice lowering to a whisper. Bucky nods his head in answer. “You say you’re sorry?” You asked. Bucky quickly nodded, his eyes wide. “Then get on your knees.” Bucky instantly obeyed. “Good boy.” You purred.

“Y/N-” Bucky began before you cut him off with a low growl. “Mistress.” Bucky corrected. He understood the old game you were now dragging up in the bedroom.

“Better.” You smirked. “Now crawl.” Your foot tapped against the floor, slow, calm, unlike Bucky’s racing heart. Bucky stopped just before your feet, kneeling, waiting. “It’s funny,” you began, as you made your way around the man begging on the floor for your forgiveness. “That a man like you, an Avenger, didn’t see the warning signs.” Stopping back in front of Bucky, you peered into his wide-open, stormy blue eyes. “I'm not upset about you past Bucky.I just needed you to give me a bit of info on it, that's all." Bucky'shead tilted to the side as he tried to understand your point. "Maria Torchevski," you said in a whisper. Bucky's head bowed in shame as he heard the name of one of his kills. "She was Dreykov’s partner, his wife." Bucky's head shot up as he heard the red room leader's name. "It's funny really," you pur as you take a small step back from your lover, "that you never realized the woman sharing your bed was a Widow,” Bucky only had a second for the words to register in his lust-hazed brain before you were crooning, “the red room sends its regards.” Pulling your gun out from behind you, you raised it.

And you pulled the trigger.

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[when-wolves-howl]

A Link To The Past

Natasha Romanoff x Reader

Wanda Maximoff x Reader

Summary: Ross makes good on his deal and you find some more clues from your past.

Genre: Little bit of angst. Little bit of comfort. Descriptions of violence.

Word Count: 7k

A/N: Chapter 5 is here 85 years later. You can find the previous chapters here. I'm so sorry it took me so long to update and for all the people who asked me about this series wanting more. Work, life and everything in between got in the way. I made sure it was super long to make up for wait. Enjoy reading!

*you do not have permission to repost or translate my material to claim as yours*

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It had only been a couple of days since you had visited Wanda and the plan to get her out was in motion. After explaining the plan to Pietro, he was in. No questions asked. All that was needed was to gather the evidence and since Bucky was a world renowned ex-assassin, he was the perfect popsicle for the job. As much as you wanted to do the job yourself, you had to keep Ross’ focus on you and away from The Raft. So you held up your end of the deal.

Right now, you were laying on a bed in the med bay, wires taped to your chest and temples, monitoring your heart beat and brainwaves. Two sets of vibranium handcuffs hung off the side of each rail of the bed, for your safety but you know it’s for Ross’ peace of mind. You have a feeling he's a little afraid of you. Although Bruce had already run the tests as Maria had said, Ross wanted to oversee while they were ran again and he brought in his own doctor like he said he would. Ross makes his entrance into the med bay along with a woman you don’t recognise with Tony and Bruce on their heels. Steve, Vision and Clint had left for a mission earlier while Bucky and Pietro had opted to stay behind to offer you 'support'. You know Steve would've reluctantly agreed. 

The woman following Ross is a wearing a white lab coat, horn rimmed glasses and has jet black hair but you notice a tint on green shimmering off it in the harsh lights of the med bay. 

Her porcelain features almost mimic Natasha’s but it’s her eye colour that shocks you a little. Her irises pierce yours with a cold hard stare and it begins to make you a little uncomfortable. You only know of two other green eyed women but their’s are soft and sweet. This kind of green is the opposite. Even in the light of the med bay, they do not show any brightness.  Instead they show to have an elliptical pupil, like a snake and staring at it for too long makes you a little nauseous. Grey eyes pull you from your focus and Ross steps up to you with a sick smirk on his face. 

“I held up my end of the deal. Now it’s time for you to hold up yours. This here, is Dr. Sarkissian. She specialises in neurology and specifically the retrieval of a persons memories. So she's going to run some tests on you, different than the ones that Dr. Banner ran on you.”

“That’s great. Let’s get this over with” you retort. 

You don’t care for this woman or what she specialises in. You just want this over with. Tony comes to your side and takes your hand in his and gives it a gentle squeeze.

“This isn’t going to be pretty. I saw the outline for the procedure and it’s pretty invasive Y/N” Tony warns gently. Did he suddenly forget the excruciating procedure that Strucker put you through, day in and day out? You know pain. It’s literally apart of your DNA now.

“It’s okay Stark, I’ve been through worse” you confirm. Before Tony can speak up, a skeletal figure steps forward.

“I can promise you, you haven’t” says Dr. Sarkissian. She checks on the machine monitoring your vitals and takes a syringe and a vial of blue liquid from her coat pocket. You stiffen for a moment as some the of the past that you do remember, flashes before your eyes. Strucker and Dr List and their endless quest to make your body their puppet. But the way that Dr. Sarkissian looks at you with her serpent eyes, tells you that she’s telling the truth. She fills the syringe with the liquid and with a tap to the needle, she injects the blue substance into the IV protruding from your arm. “You’ll start to feel the effects in a few minutes. It normally takes a few seconds but because of your rapid healing ability, your body will want to reject the substance.

“What exactly is this substance?” you ask. You mentally scold yourself for not asking before she injected it but being with Bruce and Tony, you felt safe.

“It’s my own personal concoction of Donepezil, Memantine, Namzaric and a few other FDA-approved drugs to treat memory loss” she explains.

“FDA approved huh? I’ll bet” you slur out. You never were subtle when you were drugged which didn't happen that often but a large amount of drugs were needed when you were seriously injured. You vaguely remember the time your spine had been snapped in three places with you head rolling around your shoulders after having nearly been ripped off by a purple alien.

You hear your own voice and realise that your jaw is feeling heavy and your eyes are starting to droop. You slowly turn your head to a figure walking towards you and even though your vision is starting to blur, Tony’s immaculate three piece suit never fails to shine through. He takes the back of your head in his hand and brings it down to the pillow.

“I got you, kid. I won’t let anything happen to you” he whispers in your ear. You want to answer that the worst has already happened to you but you feel your entire body fall into a state of entropy. Your hearing hearing however, stays the same. Your heart rate monitor begins to spike and you can hear the shuffling of feet move around the room. What was the point of the handcuffs if you're being put into a catatonic state?

“Now Y/N, I want you stay as relaxed as possible. I know it’s hard because you can’t move or speak but I need to try” Sarkissian asks. She puts her hand on top of yours and you notice that her skin is freakishly smooth and very cold. You can feel her pulse through her touch and it’s oddly calm. With not being able to shake your hand away, the heart monitor begins beep even louder until more feet start to move and Dr. Sarkissian removes her hand. You feel the warmth of another hand on your shoulder and you recognise it as Tony. His touch also allows you to feel his pulse, but its not the sound of beating, instead it comes as a whirring sound. His reactor. It brings you comfort and your body begins to relax against the bed. 

“We’re going to start now Y/N. I’m going to guide you through this entire process so I want you to drown out all the noises you can hear and focus only on my voice” You do as you’re told and focus on the sound of your heartbeat. It’s still being rather fast, too fast for a normal human. But after a few short breaths and a familiar red head’s face in your mind, it returns to its normal pace. “Very good Y/N. Now I want you to take me back to the last thing you remember” It takes you a moment to sort through the things you do remember. Sorting through your fractured mind, you find yourself back to the warehouse in Bulgaria. You suddenly feel like your brain is on fire and realise that is what Dr. Sarkissian meant about not being through worse. But you remember this pain well.

Fighting through the pain, you try to remember the mission objective to collect intel about Hydra locations around the world. You feel as if you're back in that very moment, in real time. You’re seeing your past through your own eyes. You feel your legs take you from room to room as stealthily as you could, avoiding Hydra agents that were scattered throughout the warehouse. You could hear their heart beats and the small whispers being spoken through their comms. You could also hear the voices of your team mates on your own comms. Nat, Clint, Sam and Steve outside the warehouse fending off the swarms of Hydra soldiers and Wanda, Vision and Tony monitoring the situation from the skies.

You could make out the German being spoken and that the soldiers were moving the east side of the building, still looking for you. You wait for the foot steps to become more faint before you take another step but as the moment passes and you raise your leg to move, a huge explosion erupts in your ears and you're suddenly engulfed in flames and you feel the ground beneath collapse as you fall through the flames. As much as you're aware that you're in your own memories, you can still feel the burn and tear of your flesh and the shatter of nearly every bone in your body as you reach the last floor of the warehouse. 

You can hear the monitors connected to your body start to go haywire as your body reacts to the trauma but the drugs that Dr Sarkissin administered won’t allow you to move. 

“What the hell is going on?” Tony yells to Dr. Sarkissian. 

“It seems like Y/N is experiencing the trauma from that day. Take Y/N's hand and try to calm them. It worked before” Sarkissian suggests. Tony does this and runs his thumb across the back of your hand and you recognise his calloused hands comforting you. The heart rate monitor slowly goes back to a steady rhythm and Tony sighs a breath of relief. Sarkissian directs her speech to you telling you to go back to the moment where you left off. You try your hardest. ignoring the pain in your skull and finally reach the moment where you're sprawled out on the bottom of the basement. You will yourself to ignore the pain of your injuries. You can slowly feel your bones begin to heal back into place but the warehouse is still burning around you and you can see the upper levels starting to collapse above you. You beg your mangled arm to let you reach for yours comms and call for help from anyone on the team. You hope they're looking for you. You know Natasha is. You couldn't even scream out if you tried. A thick cloud of smoke surrounds you and you could taste it in your mouth as it made its way to your lungs. After a few minutes that feel like hours, you feel your body start to fail you. You’re not sure if you can die. You've always healed from your injuries after missions because you were given time to. But your body is burning faster than it can heal. So being unable to move or even scream for assistance, you welcome death like an old friend, closing your eyes, and picturing Natasha’s smile.

Before you can fully submit your body to flames, you hear the faint beats of a heart nearby. It takes everything in you to open your eyes to find the source, hoping to be reunited with your red headed love, but not even the powerful Black Widow can walk through flames. Instead you're greeted with a figure wearing what seems to be a fireproof suit. Protest is useless, as the figure quickly inject a needle into the burnt flesh of your neck and you immediately pass out. Your senses begin to go into over drive and the clear memories you were experiencing start to become distorted as flashes of deep red, purple and orange flash past your eyes and some voices you recognise and some you don’t, echo through out your ears. 

“Come back Y/N. It’s over” Dr. Sarkissian instructs as she administers another substance into your IV and you immediately come out of your paralysis and sit up quickly, your eyes wide and gasping for breath. It takes you a moment to realise the effect the drugs actually had on you, when you can't hold your own weight up. Tony quickly takes the back of your head and lowers it back to the pillow. 

He takes your hand again to calm you and instructing you to take try and take deep breaths. You struggle to pick your head up and notice everyones on you holding their breath for you to speak up but Dr. Sarkissian does before anyone, asking if you're okay. You nod and take a few deep breaths to calm your erratic heart beat. 

“Tell us what you saw” Ross demands, stepping towards you. He clearly doesn't care for the state you're in. You recount your memories and everything you experienced but leave out the figures who drugged you. Ross and Sarkissian both look to the heart rate monitor and look for any irregular beats to see if you're lying but they find none. Ross looks back to you and you can tell he's displeased with the results. 

“How can L/N not remember anything past that point?” Ross snarls in the direction of Dr. Sarkissian. You keep quiet, letting the people with numerous PhD’s talk.

“Something is blocking their core memories. It could be repressed trauma and the unwillingness to remember or whoever erased Y/N’s memories, had extremely powerful technology to do so. Because of serum that runs through Y/N’s veins, erasing memories would be extremely difficult because the brain would be constantly trying to repair itself. It’s in a constant state of self repair. I can only imagine that whoever did erase the memories, went to extreme and perhaps tortuous lengths to do so” Dr. Sarkissian explains.

“You saw my results Ross. Y/N’s MRI results showed no sign of manipulation. They were never under any sort of hypnosis or brainwashing techniques” Bruce says from the corner of the med bay. 

“If Y/N wasn't brainwashed then how do you explain the lost memories?” Ross asks, agitation lacing his tone. 

“Maybe it wasn't Y/N’s captors that erased their memories because they couldn’t. Maybe it was someone else” Dr. Sarkissian suggest, looking right at you. You frown, not understand what she's getting at. 

“The memory loss was voluntary” Bruce concludes. You’re taken aback at his suggestion. You didn't even consider that a possibility. Why would you erase your own memories? What the hell happened to make you want to forget nearly three years worth of memories?

“Well then, we’ll have to try and dig deeper and recover everything” Ross says nonchalantly, as if the invasive procedure you just went through was a walk in the park.

“You won’t be doing that for a while” Tony says without room for argument. “Y/N has been through enough for today. F.R.I.D.A.Y, please escort our guests to the front door,” Before leaving, Ross turns his direction towards you. 

“We’re not finished here L/N. I’ll find out where you've been all this time, you can count on it.” Ross warns. You say nothing, instead turning your gaze to Dr. Sarkissian who had been looking at you the whole time with a predatory gaze. It sends a shiver down your spine. She also says nothing and follows Ross out of the med bay, leaving you alone with Tony and Bruce. 

“Are you okay?” Bruce asks quietly. You can see the concern in his eyes and it brings you a moment of comfort. You nod and accept the help from Bruce in clearing your body of the wires and helping you to sit up and sit on the edge of the bed. You can feel your limbs start to return to their natural state, your healing factor taking effect. Both Bruce and Tony look at you with curious eyes and you think you already know the next question that’s going to be asked. 

“Are you going to tell us what you really saw?” Tony asks, with a raised eyebrow. You avoid his gaze and contemplate his question. You trust him and Bruce but you don’t want to drag him or anyone else into this mess. You can’t risk anyone else getting hurt and with Ross and The President keeping their eye on you 24/7, you don’t want what happened to Wanda, to happen to them when you start poking around in places that you're not supposed to.

“I did tell you” you say, looking up to look Tony directly in the eyes. He squints at you to determine if you're lying.

“But not everything” Bruce says suspiciously. You know they know, but you won’t give in. Not until you can make sense of what you saw in your memories. 

“Yes, everything. Now if you guys don’t mind, I’m freaking exhausted and I’d like to go rest” you say, without giving anyone the chance to argue as you move from the bed and out of the med bay. You hear Tony whisper out that the conversation isn’t over.

You make your way back to Wanda’s old room. It’s where you had been sleeping since your return since you still couldn't set foot in your old one. Sleeping was an understatement though. You were constantly plagued by nightmares. Nothing distinct, just flashes of colour, voices and images that you couldn't make out. Basically everything you saw when you were trying to retrieve your memories. The one thing that you were able to make out was Natasha’s face when she walked through the door at the pub in Berlin. It’s haunted you since you returned. 

Collapsing onto the bed, you close your eyes and register the events of the last couple of hours. Someone drugged you after you fell through the floors of the warehouse. Hydra? Could Strucker be alive? No, Ultron sent a message to The Avengers with his death. Whoever it was, has the facilities to have you subdued for three years and the technology to erase your memories. What were those colours that you saw? Everything is a blur and your head begins to ache at trying to remember. Your phone dings on the nightstand next to the bed. You grab it and read a message from an unknown number:

It’s done.

You breathe out a a sigh of relief and relax at Bucky’s message, closing your eyes and unwillingly succumb to your exhaustion.

___

What felt like only moments later, you wake to your phone dinging again and check the message from another unknown number but this one isn’t from Bucky.

She'll be there within the hour. I expect that usb to be handed over immediately.

The next hour goes painfully slow as you make your way to the living room to find Pietro, who you had forwarded the message to. You can hear his heart beat beating dangerously fast so you take your hand in his to try and calm him.

"I can't believe this is actually happening" he says in Sokovian. He grips your hand tight.

"I know Piet. I wish I could've done something sooner" you reply sadly in the same language. Pietro squeezes your hand even tighter and if you were a regular person, you know it would hurt.

"Don't do that. None of this is your fault. We're going to find out what happened to you and I know that Wanda is the best chance you have to recover your lost memories" Pietro explains. You frown at this words.

"You know I didn't do what I did just because she can help me right? She's not a villian and I won't have her locked up like one. Even if she couldn't help me, I'd still do what I did a thousand times over. She's my best friend" Pietro immediately let's go of your hands and stands from the couch.

"I thought I was your best friend!" he argues with a fake pout. You roll your eyes at the never ending argument you always have with him at who was your favourite Maximoff.

"Shut up. I love you both equally" you say with a smile. Before Pietro can respond, F.R.I.D.A.Y announces the arrival of a black SUV and you tell her to allow them entry into the compound. You and Pietro move the foyer and wait for the automatic doors to open. When they do, four men with semi automatic rifles, led by Ross, enter slowly. You think the fire-power is a bit over the top, but you know the President is afraid of the information you hold. Ross steps towards you, the armed men close on his heel.

"I don't know how you did this but I will find out and when I do, you'll be arrested and charged to fullest extent of the law" hisses Ross. You don't care for his threats. If he ever did find out and came after you, you'd be long gone and out of the country with Wanda. 

"Where is she?" you ask bluntly. Ross turns back and the armed men separate to reveal a fifth man standing behind them and that's when you see her, looking the same as when she was in her cell. Exhausted, sunken eyes that point to the ground, messy hair. But you still think she's beautiful. The fifth man releases Wands wrists from the power dampening cuffs and and collar from her neck. When it's removed, you see the bruises that litter her neck and your jaw tightens. You can hear Wanda's shallows breaths and irregular heart beat and it breaks your heart. One of the agents steps up to you and opens a small briefcase. You take the usb from your back pocket and place it in there. The agent snaps it shut and moves back behind Ross who's eyes never leave yours.

"I'll be seeing you again, Y/LN" Ross seethes. You know he's talking about doing more testing, but also he just wants to be there when you're put in handcuffs.

"Get out." you demand and Ross and the men leave without another word.

Before you can step towards her, a flash of blue flies past you and Pietro immediately takes Wanda into his hold. You watch her eyes take in her surroundings and the figure of her twelve minute older brother holding her tight. Her eyes soften as she realises who holds her close and she wraps her arms around his waist. You can hear hear the whispers of Sokovian between the twins but you choose to block it out and give them a moment of privacy. Pietro releases Wanda and places a kiss to her forehead before turning back to you. Wanda's eyes lock to you instantly, almost as if she could feel you there. You release your still clenched jaw and relax your entire body as Wanda slowly walks towards you with a limp in her step. You also slowly walk towards her, your eyes never leaving hers. Her face is expressionless as she finally stands in front of you. You breathe in her scent and realise that it hasn't changed.

"Hi Red." you greet in an almost whisper. Tears start to fall down Wanda face and your heart breaks even more when you know she's realising that she's free and it's because of you. She launches herself at you, wrapping her arms around your neck as you arms wrap around her waist, bringing her feet off the ground. You can her tears soak through your shirt but you don’t care now that your best friend is in your arms. Wanda’s arms keep tightening around your neck and you start to feel it harder to breathe. “Wands, I can’t breathe” She immediately releases her hold and you realise that you were engulfed in her magic and that's why you couldn't breathe. You lower her back to the ground and her eyes never leave yours as she takes ahold of your hand and squeezes softly.

“I’m sorry.” she says in a whisper. You smile in acceptance of her apology. Pietro walks up to Wanda and places her hand on his sisters shoulder and you see Wanda almost flinch at his touch. Thankfully, Pietro misses it. You know she’s still on edge by the sound of her heartbeat beating rapidly in her chest. .

“How about we go out and get some food and celebrate both of you returning? I’ll see where the team is at and we can have a party tonight too.” Pietro suggests with a wide smile. Wanda opens her mouth to speak up but you beat her to it. 

“No.” you say firmly. The oldest twin begins to protest but you raise your hand to silence him. “It’s too early for that Piet. Let Wanda settle back into the compound and get reacquainted with everything. I’m still getting used to everything too. Give us a couple days, please?”

“Yeah of course. I'm sorry, I’m just excited to have you both back. I didn't mean to get carried away.” he says sincerely. You shoot him a small smile. You see Wanda take her occupied hand and grab her brothers. 

“I missed you too Pietro. Right now, I just want to sleep in my own bed." Wanda admits.

"No.” you say once again. Both of the twins swing their heads in your direction with frowns of confusion on their faces. “You need to be checked out by Cho first. I don’t know what Ross put you through but i’ll sleep better at night knowing you have a clean bill of health.”

Wanda shoots you a small smile and nods. She turned to Pietro and hugged him, promising to spend time with him later. You then led her by the hand through the compound, to the med bay where she was greeted warmly by Dr. Cho. She and Wanda exchange pleasantries as Dr. Cho leads Wanda to the hospital bed and starts an IV along with some wires to her forehead and chest.

“I’m just going to do some blood work and some other vitals and see if theres any lasting damage.” Dr. Cho explains. Wanda smiles in acknowledgement and you go to leave Wanda in private but she takes your hand and begs with her eyes for you to stay. Dr. Cho notices the silent exchange between you too and quickly takes a vial of Wanda’s blood and her blood pressure and leaves the room.

“Are you going to tell me what you did to get me out of the Raft?” Wanda questions in a suspicious tone.

“Yes. I’d never lie to you.” you admit.

“Is it going to make me mad?” she questions again in the same tone. 

“Yep" you answer simply. Before Wanda can protest, the door to the med bay swings open and the rest of the Avengers pile into the room. Steve, Tony, Bruce, Clint, Vision and Pietro surround Wanda while you take a few steps backwards to give them room to greet her. Bucky steps through the threshold and places a hand on your shoulder with a small smile. You return it and a nod in silent thanks for his help in getting Wanda back. You didn't have siblings, but he was the closest thing to a brother you had, besides Pietro.

As everyone was swarming Wanda with hugs and questions, you decided to step outside for moment to get your bearings. You didn't realise you were holding your breath until you leant your back against the wall and release it.

“You okay?” You feel Wanda enter your mind.

“Shouldn't I be asking you that?

“Cho gave me a mild sedative, so i’m okay for the moment. What’s going on?

“I just needed some air. Plus i just wanted everyone to have their time with you too. They missed you.

“There’s plenty of me to go around, Y/N. Are you saying you didn't miss me?

“It feels like I only saw you last week.”

“Are we going to talk about your disappearance?”

“Only if we talk about why you were in the Raft”

“We will, I promise,” Both of you stayed silent for the moment until Wanda entered your mind again. “Steve’s coming” You immediately straightened your posture and waited for the Captain to walk through the door. Steve was in front of you in a matter of seconds with his arms folded in front of him and a stoic expression.

“What did you do? Steve asks immediately.

“What do you mean? you reply, cooly.

“Don’t play stupid Y/N. I know you and that you’d do anything for Wanda. Including breaking the law to get her out.” 

“I don’t know what you're talking about Steve.” He sighed in defeat and moved his hands to his hips and hung his head. You could feel the disappointment radiating off him and as much as you didn't want him to feel like that, he was right in saying that you would do anything for Wanda.

“Whatever you've done, it better not come to bite you or anyone else in the ass Y/N. I know how much you want to recover your memories and find out what happened but I won’t allow any harm to come to the team because of it.” Steve said firmly.

“I get it, Cap.” You put your hand on his shoulder and squeezed it gently, letting him know that you were being serious. “I won’t let anything happen to anyone” you promised. “Now, I'm going to hang out with my best friend.” You moved towards Wanda’s room before Steve spoke up again.

“Y/N?”

“Yeah?”

“I’m sorry with what happened with Nat.” Steve said sincerely, his lips forming a thin line. It took all the strength you had not to let the tears fall at the mention of her name. You haven't allowed yourself to think of her and with everything going on, you had little time to cry about your love life. You nodded in thanks and returned to Wanda’s room. She was trying to keep up with everyone speaking at her and not to her. It was starting to piss you off when you could see Wanda’s eyes frantically move around the room and then to the exit.

“Everyone out!” you shouted at the everyone. “There’s too much testosterone in this room and it’s making Wanda sick, so if you want to speak to her you can come back one at a time. You gave all of the men a look to say ‘try me’ when some of them made the motion to protest. You saw Wanda cover her mouth to hide a laugh out the corner of your eye, but you could still hear shaky her breath as she tried to muffle it. All of the men bid goodbye to Wanda with hugs and wishes to get well. Pietro gave his sister a kiss on her forehead and whispered something in her ear, that you decided not to listen to and then left the medway with a wink in your direction.

“What did Pietro say?” you ask, stepping up to Wanda’s bed. 

“You didn't listen?” Wanda replies, curiously.

“I never listen when it’s just you and him. I never have”

Not even back in Sokovia with Strucker?” You shake your head. “I always thought you did.”

“It was hard not to listen when Pietro would basically yell from his cell to yours thinking he was whispering.” you say, with an eye roll. Wanda giggles at yours but it turns into a deep frown a moment later. 

“He just told me to take it easy and that he'll be back later. Are you going to tell me whats going on?” Wanda asks quietly. 

“Yes. But not here. Get F.R.I.D.A..Y  to let me know when Cho releases you and I’ll come and get you. I’ll explain everything once we have some privacy.” Wanda nods at your words and you give her hand a squeeze and a kiss to her forehead and exit the med bay and back to Wanda’s room.

---

She arrives half an hour later and looking much better than she did when she arrived. There’s colour in her cheeks and the circles under her eyes look lighter. You can tell Cho worked a miracle once again. Before you can comment, Wanda holds her finger up to silence you. You immediately sit down on the bed as she walks over to sit next you.

“Talk.” she demands. 

“You have to promise not to get mad at me.” you beg. 

“Nope.”

“That’s fair.” You release a deep sigh. “I blackmailed The President.” Wanda’s eyes go wide with fear which quickly turns to anger. There’s not much you’re afraid of in this world but a pissed off redhead is one of them. She smacks you up the back of the head and if you weren't a super soldier you know you'd be bruised tomorrow.

“Tell me everything, right now.” You go into detail from the moment you woke up, being arrested by Natasha, to dealing with Ross, the leverage you had over the President, involving Bucky and Pietro, the testing with Dr. Sarkissian, her suggestion that you have erased your own memories everything that happened and everything you didn't tell Ross, Bruce, Ross and Dr. Sarkissian, to the moment you find you find yourself in right now. “Huh. Who knew that the most powerful man in the world liked wearing diapers and crawling around like a baby.” 

“Not me. I mean, I’m not here to kink shame but I’m guessing the general public wouldn't like that.” you say with a small laugh.

“Y/N, you know you can’t just be blackmailing the President. If you get caught, they'll put you somewhere worse than The Raft. Pietro and Bucky too.” Wanda says in a whisper, even though the walls are soundproof you know she’s still worried someone might hear.

“I know Wands but I couldn't let you rot in there. You don’t belong in there. You never did.” Wanda gives you a small smile and takes your hands in hers and squeezes gently.

“Thank you for saving me. Even though i couldn't save you.” Wanda says tearfully.

“Hey, hey. Don't worry about that. I’m here now aren't I?” you say gently, rubbing your thumbs over the back of her hands.

“But three years Y/N. You were gone. We really thought you were dead. I thought you were dead.” Wanda says with a deep sob.

“Tell me what happened in Berlin.” you ask, wanting to hear her side. You'd believe her over anyone anyway. 

“After you died, there was no trace of Hydra for months. I was getting pissed off because I wanted someone to answer for your death. I wanted revenge. Nat left after a couple of months when she couldn't find any answers and it felt like everyone else just followed after her and gave up. It wasn't good enough for me. So I left and took matters into my own hands. I found as many Hydra bases as I could and destroyed them.”

“What led you to Berlin?”

“Natasha had left me the names of some of her old contacts and one of them contacted me saying their was an usually large presence of Hydra around, When I arrived, a felt a huge surge of energy and tried to follow it but I was ambushed before I could reach tit.

“And thats when -“ you trail off.

“I killed all of those people” Wanda whispers out. You remind her that it was an accident but all she does it wrap her arms around you and you welcome her embrace, whispering more reassurances in her ear. She releases you and wipes the tears from her cheeks. 

“So you lied about what you saw?”

“Yeah. I obviously don’t trust Ross or his doctor. I don’t want them digging into my brain any more than it already has been. But I can’t bring Tony, Bruce or anyone else into this mess.” you explain.

“Why me then?” Wanda says with a sniffle. 

“You're my best friend. I want you with me on this and I trust you with my life.” you say with a shrug. Wanda smiles.

“Well, how can I help?”

“Yours powers. If you can reach into my mind, maybe you can see what happened to me, where I was, what I was doing. Maybe find out if I really did erase my own memories.” you suggest, hopefully. Wanda lets go of your hand and stands from the bed and paces around the room. 

“Y/N, your mind has already been fractured and repaired multiple times. If I do this and it doesn't work, your mind may not recover this time. Even with the serum in your system” Wanda warns, a slight tone of fear in her voice. You raise yourself from the bed also and walk over to Wanda and place your hands on her shoulders. 

“I trust you.” Wanda takes a moments to register your request and wants to deny you but the pleading look in your eyes only compels her to agree. She places her hands on both sides of your head and you both close your eyes. You feel a warmth slowly seep its way through your cheeks and you're suddenly brought back to the warehouse once again, except you're watching from the sidelines, not reliving the memory like you did with Dr. Sarkissian.

Wanda takes you back through everything you did with Dr. Sarkissian right up until the moment where the figure stuck a needle in your neck. The memory moves to the flashes of red, purple and orange you saw and the voices you heard. They still don’t make sense to you but you feel Wanda force her magic through the barriers of your mind until you find yourself standing on what looks like the top a mountain, an orange sun setting in the distance. It seems remote and barren and you don’t recognise it as somewhere you’ve been before. From the corner of your eye, you see movement and widen your eyes when you notice your past self just standing there, moving animatedly. You’re surrounded by a couple of shadowy figures that you look to be talking to but your memories are still foggy and you assume the shadows are examples of you not remembering. You want to move towards your past self but you can’t move your feet and before you can protest, you're brought back to reality. Your vision clears and you see Wanda wobbling on her legs and you automatically take her in your arms and bring her to the bed to lay down. 

“That was a lot” Wanda says and you can hear the exhaustion in her voice as she lays her head on the pillow. You nod in agreement, not sure what to make of that you just saw.

"I'm sorry. I probably should've waited until you were ready to ask you to do that." you say, ashamed.

"It's okay. I want to help you in whatever way I can. Did you recognise anything?” You shake your head. All you can gather from what you saw is that you were definitely up and about. You weren't handcuffed and seemed to be in okay condition and the shadows that you saw were actual people but you can’t remember their faces so they had none. Wanda hears these thoughts that you're loudly projecting and hums in acknowledgment. You turn to look at her and see her eyes are closed and her breathing has already evened out. She's asleep. You lay yourself next to her and think about all of the events from the day.

Everything you've found out, which wasn't much. You weren't sure where to go from here. All you can do in this moment is appreciate that your best friend was back and the both of you were going to find out what happened to you. As you close your eyes and surrender to your own exhaustion, you feel Wanda's arm wrap over your waist and her head coming to rest on your chest. You didn't realise how touch deprived you were until this very moment. Her warmth brings you a deep comfort and lulls you into a deep slumber. 

Chapter 6

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#natasha romanoff x you #natasha romanoff x reader #natasha romanoff #wanda maximoff #black widow reader #black widow x y/n #black widow x you #wanda maximoff x you #wanda maximoff x reader #scarlet witch x reader #marvel fan fiction #natasha romanov #when wolves howl

[darkestspring]

Imagine The black widow and Viserys make a deal that no matter what comes Rhaenyra remains heiress and then bom! Reader gives birth to many children who can’t be from Viserys but they all have white hair and purple eyes

none of them are like viserys so everyone has this inkling that they're not his but you've never even interacted with daemon so they can't speak of it and you're the queen so unless they wish to be beheaded they'll keep quiet and treat your children like the princes and princess they are.

reader and viserys are very much not that close. He'd be a little less estranged from his children with her but the second he defends rhaenyra's children over her own children, yelling at them. its over for him. she might actually poison him to keep them safe. when viserys dies she spends her night in her room with her four children, petting their hair and whispering kind words to them.

aegon, helaena, aemond and daeron would be so attached to their mother, she basically took on both roles for them. being their mother and father.

#black widow reader

[romanoffshouse]

[Natasha speaking Russian]

Y/N, sighing: Yeah, I know.

Tony: You speak Russian?

Y/N: No. I just know the phrase, "This is all your fault"

Y/N: She says it a lot.

#source: jessie #incorrect marvel quotes #marvel incorrect quotes #natasha romanoff #natasha romanoff x reader #natasha romanoff x you #natasha x you #natasha x reader #black widow #black widow x reader #black widow x you #tony stark #tony stark x reader #tony stark x you #tony x reader #iron man x reader #iron man #marvel #marvel x reader #the avengers #avengers x reader

[waltermis]

And yet she's still the one that got screwed over by Marvel 😮‍💨

#natasha romanoff #natasha romanoff x reader #marvel #avengers #mcu #avengers: infinity war #avengers : endgame #black widow #natasha romanov #natasha romonova #natasha x reader #avengers x reader #scarlett johansson x reader #Scarlett johansson

[marvelfilth]

Need (18+)

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x f!reader x Wanda Maximoff

Warnings: g!p Natasha Romanoff, g!p Wanda Maximoff, implied influence of sex pollen, PWP, threesome, unprotected sex, blow job

Summary: absolutely zero plot, straight up PWP

Masterlist

You finally let yourself relax for the first time in the past two days, closing your eyes and throwing yourself on the couch.

You hate stealth missions. You are more of an explosion type of girl, coming in with a bang, kicking some ass and leaving as soon as possible, but this - staying hidden, moving in shadows, and sneaking behind people's backs - this is more of a Natasha thing, which is why she is the one in charge.

You sigh, turning your head to look at the redhead. She is bent over some documents, her brows furrowed in deep thought. Wanda appears by her side a moment later, drops of sweat rolling down her temples.

You sit up, and focus on the women in front of you. Hours ago something went wrong when you split up, they came back looking as guilty as ever, reassuring you that everything was alright, and you believed them then. Now you're not so sure.

"Is everything okay?" You ask, pinning them down with your eyes.

Wanda jumps in surprise and moves to stand behind the table, slightly bending over. Your eyes narrow at the sight.

"Everything is alright. You should go to the store, we don't have anything to eat," Natasha says through gritted teeth, not meeting your eyes.

Your mouth opens in shock, eyes straying to Wanda's in search of support, but you find her in a similar state - eyes dark and jaw clenched tight.

"You two go to the store. Maybe some fresh air will help you get your shit together." You huff, choosing to walk away from the women and hole up in your room, but when you pass by Wanda, your hand accidentally grazing hers, she lets out an actual growl, the wood of the table squeaking in her hold. Her eyes burn bright red, her mouth open as she pants heavily.

"What's wrong?" You hurry to her side, cupping her jaw to inspect her face, and her hips thrust forward, her eyes closing as she whines.

"You need to go." Natasha's low voice reaches your ears, making you look at the redhead. "Leave, before it's too late."

You blink and take a step back, concern swirling in your chest. "What is going on? Let me help."

Wanda takes a deep breath, her hands trembling as she reaches for your hand.

"Wanda," Natasha warns, her tone steel-like, but Wanda pays her no mind, her fingers hot on your arm as she pulls you flush against her front, burrowing her nose in the back of your neck and grinding her hips against your backside, her rock hard cock straining in the confines of her pants.

You gasp, unconsciously arching your back to meet her messy humps, her hands curling around your waist, her mouth hot on your neck. "W-wanda."

Natasha walks around the table and you finally see her fully, see the bulge in her pants, see the veins in her tense forearms. "Leave," she croaks, "before we completely lose control."

You let an involuntary whimper, the sound making Natasha pounce on you with animalistic need. Her lips are on yours, enveloping you in their warmth, her hands are rough on your hips, squeezing and tugging you away from the other woman, but Wanda doesn't budge, growling against your neck and holding on to your waist.

Natasha stumbles back, breathless, and closes her eyes tightly, her fists clenched tight. "This is your last chance. If you don't leave now, we'll take it as your permission to do whatever we want to you."

Wanda hums against the slope of your neck, nipping and sucking on the tender skin, her hot tongue soothing the sting. You gulp, head falling back against her shoulder.

"Use me," you whisper, "do whatever you want."

Natasha's eyes flash, and then she's pushing you down to your knees. Your mouth falls open as her pants and underwear slide down her legs. Her fat cock stands proudly against her stomach, precum leaking down the tip. You barely have enough time to wet your lips before she pushes it down your throat, holding your face between her hands and fucking your mouth like her life depends on it. She throws her head back, strands of her fiery red hair framing her face as she loses herself in her desire.

Wanda mewls beside you, and you glance at her, eyes widening when you see her straining cock in her fist. She pumps it fast, her eyes on you, and you reach out, your fingers wrapping around the length. She closes her eyes, her hands settle on your shoulders as you slowly jerk her off, your throat burning from Natasha's cock. She pulls away to let you take a breath, but you don't have enough time for that - Wanda immediately takes her place, shoving herself into your mouth, her balls slapping against your chin.

You blink back tears, trying to relax your throat, but still gagging on her length.

"M'sorry, detka," she murmurs, "you'll have to take it all."

Natasha taps her tip on your cheek, her fingers tangling in your hair. You pull away, finally allowed to breathe properly, and clench your thighs at the sight of their cocks in front of your face, your wetness staining your sleep shorts as you subtly grind on your heel.

Natasha growls, and then you're pulled off the floor and thrown over the spy's shoulder. She carries you to her bedroom with ease, and throws you on the bed. Wanda hurriedly tugs off your clothes, almost ripping your underwear in haste to get you naked. Natasha is on you the second you're laid bare, ready to claim your most vulnerable part. You spread your legs, bending them at your knees, your thighs wet with your arousal. Natasha tugs you closer, and forces you on your hands and knees.

"Better," she husks, the tip of her cock pushing between your folds and into your tight heat, your walls clenching tightly around her shaft. She moans, thrusting balls deep, "Such a good pussy, taking me like a good slut."

You cry out, mouth falling wide open, and see Wanda settle in front of you, her cock still wet with your spit. She takes hold of your jaw and pushes your head down, simultaneously thrusting her cock deep inside your throat. "Fuck, Nat, we should've done this sooner."

They fuck you like you're a common whore, using your holes to their liking, Wanda's balls slapping against your chin, Natasha's palms placed possessively on your ass. You gag on the witch's shaft, tears streaming down your face, but she's too far gone in her pleasure to notice, hips snapping faster with each thrust. Natasha's length spreads your cunt almost painfully, the tip of her thick cock pushing against your cervix with each rough thrust.

Your moans send vibrations through Wanda's length, making the young witch cry out, her abs taut with tension, fingers pulling at your hair harshly. She comes down your throat with a loud moan, making you gag on her cum. You pull away, struggling to swallow the load that leaks all over your face and chest.

Natasha's thrusts become erratic as she gets closer to her own release, her fat cock sloshing in your wetness.

"Tasha- ah, please," you gasp, and she flips you on your back, changing the angle.

"Louder, baby," she pants, snapping her hips faster, her fingers leaving bruises on your hips. "I want everyone to know what a cock slut you are." Her dirty words make your head spin, your walls clenching around her thickness, trying to swallow her in.

Wanda throws one led over your stomach, now hovering over you, and pushes your breasts together before thrusting her cock between them. You eagerly open your mouth, welcoming the reddened tip. She whines and mewls as she plays with your breasts, her thumbs stroking your nipples, ready to come again just from the sight below her.

Your legs are spread wider before they're thrown over Nat's shoulders. She presses her palm against the bulge in your belly, making you scream, "Yes! Ah- Nat… Yes, yes, yes- deeper, I need you deeper."

Your eyes roll to the back of your head as she thrusts one last time, releasing a load of cum into your clenching heat. The pressure inside you releases as you're hit by the most powerful orgasm you've ever had. A few seconds later Wanda follows, forcing your jaw open and thrusting the tip of her cock inside. This time you swallow it all.

She falls on the bed beside you, her body glistening with sweat as you both catch your breath. Natasha slowly pulls out, gently massaging your thighs before taking place on your other side.

"We're not done," she whispers against your ear, her palm cupping your pussy. "We're not done until we've used every single one of your holes. And after that we'll go back to the compound, and we'll do it again and again and again."

Wanda nods, grinning wolfishly, and settles over you, her cock on your lower stomach, ready to fulfill Natasha's promise.

You gulp and spread your legs wider, ready to give them everything.

#natasha romanoff x reader #natasha romanoff smut #wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximoff smut #wandanat x reader #wandanat smut #natasha romanoff x you #wanda maximoff x you #black widow x reader #scarlet witch x reader

[just-aake]

Detecting Love

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x fem!reader

Summary: A person with the power to detect lies meets the spy who has been trained to lie her entire life.

Warnings: fluff, light angst

Words: 6169

You have the power to detect lies. 

Now, it’s not exactly strong enough to be a hero, but you can honestly say that it has been useful in your life. 

Sure, it gets annoying at times, but one of the many lessons you’ve learned is to ignore minor instances of dishonesty — white lies or small things like that — since it helps reduce unnecessary confusion or chaos with others.

People lie. That is an undeniable fact of life.

And while one may believe that being able to detect such things is great, the truth is there are times when you find yourself resenting your power. 

Because, of course, everyone experiences moments when they wish that someone important to them isn't lying.

Like when your fiancée tells you she loves you.

There wasn’t really a malicious reason behind why a usually affectionate statement suddenly became so hurtful.

There was no cheating.

There was no fighting.

It was just another one of the many lessons you’ve learned in life.

That sometimes…a truth can also become a lie.

It’s just unfortunate that this lesson happened to you in such a way.

These kinds of moments make you wonder if maybe it’s better that people shouldn’t always know when someone is lying to them.

Then they don’t end up alone, drinking at a bar late into the night, trying to numb the pain of a broken heart.

You let out a heavy sigh as you stare at the pair of rings resting on the bar top, remembering the conversation that ended with one of them being returned to you. 

It was a heart-wrenching discussion where your fiancée confessed her steadily changed feelings for you, leading to the resolution to remain friends. 

And while neither of you is completely at fault for why things ended, you can’t help but blame your stupid power for putting you in the situation in the first place. 

You sigh heavily once more before swiftly downing the glass the bartender had set in front of you.

At least your current attempt to drown your sorrow is going well, judging by how the rings start to blur in your vision.

With a sad sigh, you reach for the rings to put them away, but in your clumsy state, one slips from your grasp and tumbles to the floor.

Just as you move to retrieve it, a hand beats you to it. 

Looking up, you find a red-haired stranger standing before you, offering the ring to you with a charming smile.

She looks familiar but the drunken haze in your brain makes it hard for you to remember where you’ve seen her before.

“Here, you dropped this,” she says, her voice low and smooth.

She’s beautiful and her voice sounds perfect. You think to yourself as you take the ring from her.

She chuckles lightly, “Thanks.”

Oh, did you say that out loud? You must be more drunk than you thought.

The woman offers her hand to you in greeting, and with a confident smirk, she introduces herself.

“My name’s Natalie. Natalie Rushman.”

Immediately, a red aura surrounds her, causing you to roll your eyes and return your attention back to the bar. 

“Liar,” you mutter tiredly as you gesture to the bartender to close your tab, not really in the mood to deal with any more lies tonight.

At the corner of your eyes, you see the stranger give you a slightly impressed look.

Ready to leave, you stand up quickly from your seat.

However, the action makes the room suddenly spin in your vision, causing you to stagger backward. 

A hand steadies you, resting gently on your back, and you unconsciously lean back against her surprisingly strong frame for support.

There’s a soft chuckle near your ear, sending a shiver down your spine.

“Let me try again,” she whispers smoothly, guiding you upright and turning you around to face her.

Offering her hand once more, she reintroduces herself.

“My name’s Natasha Romanoff. I’m here to recruit you to work for the Avengers.”

You blink slowly, trying to comprehend her words through your drunken haze. You wonder if the alcohol is affecting you more than you thought when no red aura appears this time at her words.

Chuckling to yourself, you shake your head in disbelief, unfortunately worsening the pounding in your skull. 

Work for the Avengers? That has to be a lie.

Before you can think about it any further, you feel yourself falling once more, unable to remain upright.

Strong arms catch you, and as your consciousness fades, you see a blurry glimpse of her striking green eyes before succumbing to darkness.

~~~~~~~ ⧗ ~~~~~~~

You wake to the pounding in your head and the bright sunlight streaming through your window. Turning away, you groan into your pillow, remembering that your fiancée – your ex-fiancée – would typically close the curtains before leaving for work.

Now that she’s gone, you’re going to have to adjust to living alone once again.

A cup being placed on the nightstand startles you into sitting up, as you turn in surprise to find the beautiful red-haired stranger beside your bed.

“For your headache,” she explains, placing some medicine next to the cup.

Your mouth hangs open as you struggle to remember the events of last night, some of which are honestly a blur. 

You examine yourself, checking your clothes and finding them unchanged from the previous night, and then you scan your surroundings again and realize in relief that nothing was out of place.

Well, except for the presence of this stranger in your home, who’s patiently waiting for you to gather yourself.

Searching through your drunken memories, you think you vaguely remember meeting her last night. She had mentioned her name was — Nata…? 

“Natalie?” you ask with uncertainty.

At her raised brow, you quickly apologize, feeling bad for not remembering correctly.

“I’m sorry, I can’t seem to remember, but did we…did something happen between us last night?” you ask hesitantly.

Her face twists in genuine sadness and disappointment, causing a panic to run through you as you struggle to recall what could’ve possibly happened between the two of you for her to have such an expression.

“I’m hurt,” she finally says, placing a hand on her chest, “And after you even said that it was the best night of your life.”

Seeing the familiar red aura appear around her at her words, you let out a brief sigh of relief before realization sets in, and you give her a hard glare.

“You’re lying.”

Her hurt expression quickly morphs into an impressed look, and you are slightly startled at how effortlessly she was able to shift her emotions. 

The woman straightens her posture and crosses her arms, adopting a commanding stance that seems more likely her typical demeanor.

“So it’s not just luck,” she remarks, studying you curiously. 

At her words, you quickly rise from your bed in confusion.

However, the action causes you to wince in pain at the pounding in your head. 

Shutting your eyes tightly, you hold your head in comfort and lean lightly on the nightstand for support. 

As you do, your hand brushes against yesterday’s newspaper that you had been reading moments before your ex said those fateful three words that led to the heartbreaking conversation between the two of you. 

When the pain subsides, you slowly open your eyes, catching a glimpse of the front page before doing a double take.

The front features an article about the opening of the new Avenger Compound, including a photo capturing the Avenger members posed in front of the completed building. 

What catches you off guard is the uncanny resemblance between one of the Avengers in the picture and the woman standing before you.

Pointing at her in disbelief, you stammer.

“You’re…,” then, gesturing at the newspaper, you continue, “…her?”

She doesn’t respond to your question but instead nods toward your other room, inviting you to follow.

“Let’s talk,” she says, heading toward your door, then gestures at the medicine on your nightstand. “But drink those first.”

After freshening up in your bathroom, you take a moment to stare at your reflection in the mirror, noticing the remnants of last night’s tears in your slightly puffy, red eyes. 

Sighing, you brush away the depressing thoughts of your failed relationship before taking the medicine and exiting your room.

You are greeted by the sight of your unexpected guest comfortably seated at your kitchen counter, flipping through a magazine with casual disinterest.

“You’re Black Widow,” you say confidently this time, positioning yourself on the opposite side of her.

She closes the magazine with a snap, placing it on the table before clasping her hands atop of it and meeting your gaze.

“It’s actually Natasha,” she corrects you, before nodding at you. “And you’re Y/n L/n.”

“How did you…?”

She holds up a wedding invitation draft, displaying you and your fiancée’s names printed in fine lettering. 

Realizing that she must have been snooping around your things, you give her a disapproving glare, snatching the card from her hand and hastily stuffing it into a drawer.

Feeling a mixture of emotions—irritated, sad, hungover—you turn to the fridge, deciding to make breakfast to give yourself some focus. 

After you retrieve the eggs and other ingredients, you heat the stove before glancing at Natasha briefly, asking, “So, what does an Avenger want from me?”

Out of the corner of your eye, you see her resting her head against her hand, watching you with interest.

“I told you yesterday,” she replies.

You roll your eyes, giving her a deadpan look, knowing she’s aware that you don’t remember.

“Remind me again.”

Natasha gives you an amused smirk, straightening up in her seat. 

“Alright, I’m here to recruit you, more specifically for a sort of managerial position at the new Avenger Compound.”

Furrowing your brows, you question, “Why me? I don't have experience with that sort of thing.”

“But you can tell when someone is lying, can’t you?”

Pausing briefly in your cooking, you contemplate her words and its possible implications. Not many people know about your ability, and you don’t think you did anything to reveal it to the spy who’s currently staring expectantly at you.

So, in response, you shrug, replying as casually as possible. 

“I guess you could say I’m good at reading people…psychology degree and all.”

A silence ensues, broken only by the sizzling of your cooking, until Natasha finally nods, seemingly accepting your explanation.

You breathe a silent sigh of relief, returning your attention to your current task.

But then she pulls out a folder filled with documents and places it on the counter, causing your nerves to rise again.

“Well, you’ve helped solve hundreds of cases with your interviews of the suspects,” she remarks casually, flipping through the folder before glancing up at you through her lashes. 

“100% accuracy rate in the information that you provided to the detectives,” she continues, nodding at you in acknowledgment. “For a part-time profiler, that’s impressive.”

“Thanks,” you respond with a polite smile, but beneath the surface, a hint of suspicion creeps in as you begin plating the meal you made.

Natasha closes the folder with a definitive snap, making you look at her. 

“You could say it’s almost impossible,” she muses, before a confident smirk forms on her face, and she tilts her head at you with a raised brow in challenge. 

“Unless there’s some way you can guarantee that they’re telling the truth.”

Honestly, you should’ve known better than to think that the experienced spy hadn’t already completed thorough research and investigations into you and your powers before meeting with you.

If anything, this was likely just a test for her to confirm what she already knows about your abilities.

Sliding a plate across the counter to Natasha with a pointed glare, you relent, deciding there’s no point in denying it anymore.

“Fine, what do you know?” 

Instead of responding, Natasha’s gaze lingers on the plate before her, a hint of confusion in her expression. 

Her plate holds a fluffy omelette accompanied by a side of crispy bacon and a slice of golden-brown toasted bread.

As she glances back up at you with a questioning look in her eyes, you take a seat across from her, setting down a similar plate in front of you before also placing a stack of fluffy pancakes at the center.

“What’s this?” she asks, gesturing to the meal.

“Breakfast,” you reply bluntly, taking a bite from your plate.

Natasha raises a brow at you, remarking plainly, “It’s noon.”

“Brunch then,” you correct with a roll of your eyes.

Natasha's lips quirk up in amusement, and she shakes her head.

“Thanks, but I’ve already eaten.” 

The red aura appears around her, and with your mouth full of food, you give her a pointed glare.

“Right,” Natasha says in realization, remembering what you can do. She pulls the plate closer to her with a soft thanks. 

The atmosphere that followed was unusual but surprisingly not awkward. Despite being practically strangers, you find yourself slightly comforted by Natasha’s presence. 

If she wasn’t here, you probably wouldn’t have dragged yourself out of bed today after what happened yesterday.

After a moment of eating, Natasha breaks the silence.

“So, how can you tell when someone’s lying?”

Pausing to contemplate your answer, you wipe your mouth with a napkin before responding. 

“Well, when someone lies, there’s always this rush of chemicals that happens in their bodies,” you explain. “It ends up causing the typical indicators — things like fidgeting, sweating, or tone changes in their voice.”

“I didn’t do any of that, yet you still knew I was lying,” Natasha points out.

“No, you're right,” you admit, nodding. “You’re a perfect liar.”

From what you have seen so far, every expression and comment of hers appears genuine and honest, and if it was anyone else, they’d probably believe anything she says.

However, thanks to your ability, you know better. 

Gesturing at her, you clarify, “You still give off the same chemical reactions though, and I have the ability to see that.”

Natasha leans back in her seat, crossing her arms as she processes your explanation.

“It’s mainly visual then,” she concludes before asking curiously. “You don’t even need to hear what they said to know that they’re lying?” 

You nod, ruefully adding, “Yep, my world’s just filled with people glowing red at random.”

“And how long does this ‘glow’ stay around them?”

“Depends,” you reply with a shrug. “Usually not long, maybe a few seconds.”

Natasha hums in interest, tapping her chin, her brows pinching lightly in thought.

You can’t help but smile amusedly at the sight. 

For a person who has such an intimidating reputation, the spy in front of you right now looks kind of cute rather than scary.

After a moment, you break the silence this time.

“So, what’s the job?” 

Natasha’s eyes focus back on you at your question.

“Nothing too complicated,” she assures. “You’ll be in charge of interviewing the new employee candidates and conducting continuous reviews of the current ones.”

“You mean like screening them?” you ask, tilting your head in confusion, already aware of the rigorous and difficult process required to work at the Avengers buildings. 

“Don’t you guys already do extensive background checks before hiring people? Why do you suddenly need me?”

At your question, a charming smile appears on her face, effortlessly shifting her expression like before, though now you understand she’s just hiding her true feelings about the situation.

“That’s confidential.”

You scoff in disbelief and cross your arms.

“You do know that just makes it harder to trust you, right?”

Natasha mirrors your posture, her pretty grin still in place, masking any other emotions.

“Fair point,” she admits. “But to be honest, you should never put your trust in people like me anyway.”

“People like you?” 

“Spies,” Natasha clarifies as she begins to gather her empty plate and utensils. “Which is one of the types of people you’d be looking out for in this position. Their deception skills would be on a similar level to mine.”

You chuckle at that, causing Natasha to pause in her actions, raising a brow at you in question.

“Sorry, but everyone lies, whether you’re a spy or not,” you tell her, standing and taking the empty plate from her with a small smirk. “You’re just slightly better at it.”

A tiny offended look slips through Natasha’s expression at your little jab, her brow furrowing for a brief second.

Your grin widens at the sight of seeing a glimpse of her real self as you turn to place the dirty dishes in the sink.

Natasha quickly regains her composure, moving around the counter to lean back against the table next to you.

“In any case, the decision is still yours. I’ve already confirmed your abilities. It’s up to you to decide if you want to accept.”

At her words, you pause to consider your options. 

A new job working with the Avengers is a great opportunity, but it would be a significant change in your life. 

Then again, you’re already facing a huge change.

Your eyes unconsciously drift to the drawer next to where Natasha is leaning, where the wedding invitation draft remains, and your face twists in sadness at the memory. 

You guess it wouldn’t hurt to add a career change alongside your new relationship status.

At least this way you can still earn a salary while also distracting yourself from the depressing thoughts of your failed engagement. 

“Okay,” you decide, meeting Natasha’s gaze with a sigh, “I’ll take the job.”

“Great, I knew you would be agreeable,” Natasha remarks, extending her hand to you.

A red aura appears around her, causing you to huff and roll your eyes.

You take her hand in yours, giving her a tiny glare.

“Liar.”

~~~~~~~ ⧗ ~~~~~~~

“I don’t remember agreeing to this.”

You say that as you dodge another swing from Natasha, ducking under her arm to get behind her, only for her to twist her body around and deliver a kick that you narrowly block with your arms. 

Still, the impact has you stumbling back.

“Really?” Natasha asks with an innocent tone as she circles you. “I thought I mentioned to you that training was a part of your employment.”

A red aura begins to appear around her, but you don’t have time to comment before she swings her leg at you again. 

You catch it against your side with a small grunt of pain.

Having been a profiler for criminal cases before, you do have basic defense training, and you always believed that you could hold your own against most aggressors. 

At least you used to.

This current fight is making you reconsider your skills.

With her off-balance position, you attempt to throw her to the ground, but Natasha swiftly regains her footing, catching herself on her hands and executing a fluid movement to flip upright. She then bends low, sweeping your legs out from under you.

You land on the mat with a groan, feeling the impact reverberate through your body. Another pained breath escapes you as Natasha expertly pins you down.

You catch the faint red aura fading from her before throwing your head back against the mat with an exhausted sigh.

“You’re such a liar,” you breathe out, your voice tinged with both exhaustion and playful accusation. Closing your eyes, you take a moment to catch your breath.

Natasha's laughter fills the air, resonating above you, her amusement infectious and drawing a small grin from you. You peek open your eyes, watching as she disengages from atop you and heads over to her water bottle at the side.

“I’m a spy. It comes with the job,” she says casually, taking a sip.

“Okay, and I’m basically just HR,” you counter, pulling yourself upright into a sitting position. “So how does combat training fit into that?”

Natasha gestures towards you with a sweep of her hand.

“You need to be prepared to defend yourself if you ever expose someone dangerous and find yourself without backup,” she explains.

“That’s unlikely considering I haven’t even encountered anyone suspicious since I started,” you remark with a sigh.

It's been a month already, and you're starting to question if your presence here is even necessary.

Before you can dwell further on your thoughts, the cold touch of a metal water bottle against your cheek startles you.

Recoiling, you look up to see Natasha holding it out to you.

Raising a brow, Natasha waves the bottle lightly in offer.

You snatch the bottle from her with a tiny glare, but she only smirks in response.

Apart from the new job, the other surprising addition to your life is your budding friendship with the Avenger. 

After the whole recruiting ordeal, you honestly expected to only have passing encounters with her at the compound.

However, to your surprise, on your first day here, Natasha was the one who volunteered to give you a tour of the place, and in the days that followed, the two of you would often share coffee and chat before you had to head off to your respective jobs.

Those regular interactions with her also earned you a fearsome reputation among the other workers, which actually works out in your favor since they’re already nervous by the time you call them in for a review. This way they are more likely to slip up and reveal anything they may be hiding.

But, like you said, you haven’t found anything substantial yet.

With a heavy sigh, you pull your knees to your chest, resting your forehead against them, feeling the weight of failure bearing down on you.

Then you hear Natasha plop down beside you.

“Back when we met, you asked me why we needed you,” she begins.

Curious at her words, you turn your head slightly to glance at her, waiting for her explanation.

Natasha leans back on her hands, her gaze fixed on the ceiling as she continues to speak.

“A couple of months ago, our surveillance revealed that someone within the compound staff was plotting an attack during the opening ceremony of the new building. However, we couldn’t confirm who it was without risking exposing that we knew of their plan."

Your eyes widen in confusion at the revelation. From what you remember, the opening ceremony was a success. There hadn’t been any news of an attack that day.

“But you caught them, right?” you inquire.

“No,” Natasha responds, shaking her head before meeting your gaze. “You did.”

Surprised, you straighten up, giving her a questioning look.

Natasha offers a small smile, elaborating, “You had recently interviewed him as a suspect for another case, and in your notes, you labeled him as dangerous and untrustworthy, despite everything about him proving otherwise.”

“And you believed me?” you ask incredulously.

Natasha shrugs, “Well, I had no other leads at the time anyway.”

You scoff in exasperation at her teasing, playfully pushing her away.

She chuckles softly before adopting a more serious expression.

“Trust in your abilities, Y/n,” Natasha says with a genuine tone. “If it’s you, not finding anyone suspicious is a good thing.”

You watch her closely, waiting for the red aura to appear.

But as a couple of seconds pass and nothing changes, you tuck your forehead back against your knees, this time to hide the smile threatening to spread across your face.

“Alright, break’s over,” Natasha announces, giving your back an encouraging pat. “Let’s go again.”

You groan in reluctance, remaining in your curled-up position.

“Come on,” Natasha urges, her tone coaxing. “I’ll go easy on you this time.”

You don’t even need to look up to know the red aura is surrounding her.

~~~~~~~ ⧗ ~~~~~~~

“What’s this?”

Natasha's voice draws your attention away from the task of pouring cooked popcorn into a bowl.

She's sitting on your sofa, examining a small, elegant card that you had accidentally left on the table.

Widening your eyes in realization of what she’s found, you hurry over to her, but her narrowed eyes tell you that she has already read the names on the card.

“She’s inviting you to her wedding?” Natasha exclaims, disbelief coloring her tone. “It’s only been a year since your breakup, and now she’s already getting married?!”

Sighing in disappointment, you had hoped to keep this information from Natasha, who developed a strong dislike for your ex after you shared the details of your breakup during one of your girls' nights.

Placing the bowl of popcorn on the table, you take the invitation from her hand and head to the kitchen, intending to tuck it away in a drawer. 

As you slide it open, you catch the sight of the old wedding draft buried at the bottom, which causes a tiny pang of sadness in your chest at the memory of that time, of how everything changed so suddenly.

You can't help but wonder how your life might have unfolded if your engagement hadn't ended.

Would you still have accepted Natasha's offer if you hadn't been seeking a distraction from your failed relationship? 

“You’re not thinking about going, are you?” Natasha's voice interrupts your thoughts. 

Glancing up, you notice a peculiar look in her eyes, though it quickly shifts to a neutral expression at your gaze.

After a whole year of spending time together, you could tell underneath her impassive expression that she was upset about something; though, you figured it was just outrage at the situation.

Tossing the invitation into the drawer and shutting it, you offer her a small reassuring smile before returning to your seat beside her to start the movie.

“No, of course not,” you tell her.

As the opening scenes play, you maintain a normal, nonchalant expression, aware of Natasha's gaze still lingering on you even as the red aura fades from around your body.

After a while, Natasha huffs in disbelief before finally settling into the sofa, pulling the bowl of popcorn into her lap.

“You better be sharing that, Romanoff,” you tease, your eyes fixed on the screen.

Natasha scoffs before tossing a piece of popcorn at you.

“Of course, I will.”

Just as you're about to turn your head to look at her and confirm her honesty, she swiftly shoves a cushion pillow to the side of your face, blocking your view.

After a few seconds, she releases it, fluffing the cushion casually before leaning her head against your shoulder and tossing another piece of popcorn into her mouth.

You chuckle at her antics, amused by her playful behavior, before returning your attention to the screen.

A few days later, you find yourself standing on the outskirts of the wedding area, observing as servers and workers hustle to complete the finishing touches.

A sad, bittersweet expression tugs at your lips as you recognize familiar details chosen by your ex, mingled with hints of a stranger’s preferences in the decorations.

To be honest, you don’t intend to stay for the wedding. You're just here to confirm something for yourself.

Taking a deep breath, you close your eyes, conjuring your ex’s face in your mind, and whisper to yourself. 

“I’m in love with her…”

Opening your eyes, you exhale slowly, a content smile on your lips as you notice the red aura surrounding your skin. It's a relief to be able to find closure regarding your feelings for your ex.

“You know, I don’t need powers to know you were lying,” a voice remarks from behind.

Startled, you turn to find Natasha approaching.

She stops beside you, her gaze fixed at the scene ahead as she accuses, “Saying that you weren’t going to come here.”

You look at her briefly before returning your attention to the field.

“I got curious about something,” you admit. “Figured that this was one way to confirm it.”

Excited and happy chatter fills the air as your ex appears, surrounded by friends and family.

Suddenly, thoughts of what-ifs from the other night resurface, prompting you to ask out loud unconsciously before you can stop yourself.

“Do you think I should’ve just pretended that she was telling the truth at that time — when she said she loved me?” you ask Natasha. “Maybe it might’ve worked out between us if I just kept my mouth shut.”

There’s a beat of silence before Natasha finally responds, her tone tinged with wistfulness.

“From my experience,” she begins, “I can tell you that living a lie would not make you happy…no matter how much you wish for it to be true.”

You chuckle lightly, “You’re probably right.”

“Of course I am,” Natasha says confidently.

A comfortable silence falls between you as you both observe the preparations from a distance.

“She is a fool for letting you go, though,” Natasha suddenly adds, her tone casual.

You laugh softly, gently chiding her, “You can’t call the bride that on her wedding day.”

“Alright then,” Natasha concedes, turning to you. “You’re an even bigger fool for coming here by yourself.”

She returns her gaze to the field, muttering under her breath with a hint of irritation, “…still visiting the one who broke your heart.”

Amused, you tilt your head to catch her eyes, chuckling at her words, as you tease, “You know, it almost sounds like you’re jealous.”

When Natasha doesn’t respond or look at you, you raise a brow in surprise and poke her side. 

“Wait, seriously, are you jealous?”

She swats your hand away.

“Stop that,” Natasha reprimands, before gritting out, “I’m not jealous!”

A small grin forms on your face as you notice the red aura appear, causing Natasha to roll her eyes and walk away.

“I’m leaving,” she declares firmly.

“Aww, come on, Natasha,” you call as you trail behind her.

Glancing back at you and seeing your pleased expression, she points at you in warning.

“That smile better be off your face by the time I pull up, or else you’re walking home,” she states before continuing on her way.

Watching her go with a fond smile, you find yourself softly repeating the words.

“I’m in love with her.”

Looking down, your smile widens when you don’t see the red aura appear, confirming what you already knew about your feelings for the red-haired spy.

~~~~~~~ ⧗ ~~~~~~~

As you sit in your office at the Avenger compound, you feel a sense of fatigue wash over you at your busy schedule of back-to-back interviews.

Across from you, the final candidate squirms in her seat, clearly nervous under your scrutinizing gaze. 

A chill sweeps through the room, courtesy of the cold blast of air from the AC, and you can't help but regret your decision to have it set so cold, a choice originally intended to maintain an intimidating atmosphere during interviews. 

With a sigh, you reluctantly pull your hands from the cozy warmth of your hoodie pocket and turn to the next page of questions.

"Let's talk about handling confidential information," you begin, your voice cutting through the tension in the room. "Can you share a time when you had to ensure the secure handling of sensitive data?"

The candidate responds with some slight hesitation, but you sense it’s more from her nerves than any dishonesty, so you continue, moving on to the remaining questions.

Luckily, the rest of the interview goes by quickly and smoothly with her answering the other questions without any problems.

However, now comes the final question of the interview.

“Among the Avengers, who do you consider to be the hottest?”

Clearly caught off-guard, she stumbles over her words, “W-what?” 

Maintaining your serious demeanor, you repeat the question.

“Who do you believe is the hottest Avenger?”

After a moment's pause, she softly answers, “Black Widow..."

Setting your clipboard down, you extend your hand.

"Thank you for coming. It was nice meeting you," you say, signaling the end of the interview.

As she thanks you and leaves, you flip to the last paper on your clipboard, revealing a sheet with tick marks beside the names of your Avenger friends.

With an amused smile, you add another mark at the end of Natasha’s already leading line.

“I don’t think that last question was approved by Steve,” a voice accuses from the doorway.

Glancing up, you see Natasha leaning against the frame, her arms folded.

You shrug in response, “Makes it more interesting though.”

Natasha hums curiously before moving to your side, perching on the edge of your desk. Her narrowed eyes fix on you.

“Is that my hoodie?” she asks in suspicion as she tugs at your sleeve.

“Maybe,” you reply, hastily pulling the hood over your head to conceal your guilty eyes.

Natasha had left the piece of clothing at your place after her last visit, and given the chilly room, borrowing it seemed harmless enough.

“Don’t you have a briefing to get to?” you deflect, attempting to change the subject.

Natasha huffs knowingly before responding, "I had some spare time, so I came to bother you."

"I’m honored," you quip sarcastically, though inwardly your heart warmed at the fact that she thought of you.

Natasha chuckles lightly, then gestures towards your clipboard.

"Ask me some questions," she prompts, her tone playful yet eager.

Deciding to indulge her, you reach for your clipboard and adopt a serious demeanor.

“Name?” you begin.

Natasha shoots you a deadpan look, prompting you to show her the document with the question written on it.

“If they lie about their name, then that’s a red flag already,” you defend, giving her a pointed look.

“Natalie,” you mock.

Natasha chuckles, shaking her head at the memory before extending her hand.

“It’s actually Natasha,” she corrects, playing along.

Skipping past the other general questions, you delve into more targeted inquiries related to threat assessment.

“Have you ever been associated with any extremist or radical groups or organizations?” you ask.

“If you consider working undercover to gain intel on them, then yes,” Natasha responds without hesitation.

“Have you ever participated or been involved in any violent behavior where someone was hurt?”

This one makes her pause for a moment before she finally admits softly, "…yes."

As the questioning continues, Natasha's playful demeanor gradually fades, replaced by a rueful tone.

By the time you reach the final question, she places her hand on your clipboard, gently setting it down on the desk.

"Maybe these questions aren’t meant for people like me," she says sadly, her tone filled with regret.

Observing her disappointed expression, you scoot closer and rest your hand on hers to draw her attention.

“Do you still want to hear my final assessment?” you ask gently.

After a contemplative pause, Natasha nods, curiosity evident in her eyes as she gestures for you to continue.

“Well, based on your answers,” you say with a dramatic pause, flipping through the papers before shaking your head firmly.

“Absolutely not. Extremely dangerous. Definitely a high-risk candidate.”

Natasha huffs in disbelief at your teasing and gives you a playful push. As your laughter subsides, you soften your tone, meeting her gaze sincerely.

“But…I’d trust you,” you admit genuinely.

Natasha's eyes widen slightly before she averts her gaze, clearing her throat. Her fingers toy with the clipboard, flipping to the last page and seeing the score sheet, before chuckling in amusement.

Turning back to you, she tilts her head with a raised brow.

“I don’t get the special question?” she asks.

You take the clipboard from her, offering a knowing look as you begin to organize the documents on your desk.

“I think we both already know your answer to that question,” you reply.

“Then ask me another,” Natasha insists.

Her request makes you pause as you ponder what to ask. Only one thing comes to mind, the question you’ve been hesitating to ask her for a long time.

Meeting her expectant gaze, you find yourself wanting to know the answer, despite the fear in your mind at the possibility of causing another big change in your life again.

Summoning your courage, you face her directly.

“Would you…,” you start, faltering momentarily before gathering yourself with a deep breath.

“...would you say ‘yes’ if I asked you out on a date tonight?”

There's a moment of silence, and just as you consider retracting the question, Natasha reaches out and adjusts the hood atop your head.

Perplexed by her action, you watch her suspiciously. Then, in one swift motion, she pulls the hood down over your eyes, obscuring your vision.

“No,” her voice responds to your question.

Hearing her stand, you quickly remove the hood to see Natasha already making her way out of the door, but before she disappears from your view, you catch the red aura surrounding her slowly fading away.

As an excited smile spreads across your face at the revelation of her true answer, your phone on the desk pings with a new message. Glancing at the screen, you see a text from Natasha.

I’ll pick you up tonight. 

~~~~~~~ ⧗ ~~~~~~~

a/n: Thank you for reading! I know I said I was going to take a little break, but I had some time so I ended up finishing this and decided to post it now instead of later.

#natasha romanoff x reader #natasha romanoff imagine #natasha romanoff x fem!reader #natasha romanoff fanfic #natasha romanoff x you #black widow x reader #natasha x reader #natasha romanoff

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[Y/N is late]

Natasha: You’re late.

Y/N: You’re pretty.

Natasha: You’re forgiven.

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MAD AT GOD - MATT MURDOCK

finale - mad at god

tags: @linkpk88 @windblownwinston @emmamarshmellow​ // seven // masterlist // season two

Pairing: None officially (Ft. Matt Murdock X Reader/DD X Vigilante!Reader)

Word Count: 12,135

Summary: One can only take so much pressure until they pop. Exodus finally snaps and takes a chance against Fisk, but what does that mean for her and The Devil Daredevil?

Time was running out.

You understood that when the day of Ben’s funeral came. Foggy had told you about it, having heard the details from Karen. You told Foggy that you wouldn’t go, that it felt wrong for you to go considering you didn’t talk to him much. Despite Foggy ensuring you that Ben would want you there and that Karen was your friend and would need you, you respectfully declined.

Matt even called you the day of the funeral, but you let it go to voicemail. Instead, you went into the office early.

Everyday that you had to bite your tongue and potentially have to serve Wilson Fisk felt like a hot poker down your throat. It felt suffocating, burning and refusing to be ignored. Not only that, but your relationships were going haywire at the same time.

The Devil started seeing you as more than a partner, someone that he wanted to have around in a more intimate setting. You and Matt were hardly talking due to your last spat about keeping secrets. Karen was long past wanting you around, now seeing the blood that stained your soul. And Foggy, he just wasn’t around much due to whatever him and Matt were fighting about.

You woke up angry that morning, pissed at the universe and mad at God, Himself. You prayed for the first time in decades and were given nothing. You weren’t given any chance to make things better, nor did you feel any better. Everything that was eating at what was left of your heart was still there, maybe worse than it was before. You still felt like you wanted Fisk dead and you were willing to do it. You still felt you should push away the people that cared because all you brought to people was pain. You still felt like nothing. Regardless of the Devil believing you had your own light, you felt dark. Lonely. Hollow.

You made your choice that morning. If the police couldn’t catch Fisk within the next week - if that man wasn’t on track to get locked away for the rest of his life - you would kill him yourself. And you didn’t care what happened afterwards. You’d suffer the consequences of losing Matt and Foggy, of turning the Devil against you for sure. You’d be alone again and maybe you were better off that way. Being alone meant no one could second guess you. No one could make you question your actions and force you to meet their expectations.

You could be exactly what you were meant to be. A Black Widow. A spy. An assassin. A weapon.

You were working in Matt’s office when he and Karen came in. You didn’t acknowledge their entrance, instead focusing on your scattered papers and wild notes. You had written everything you knew, both as Y/N and Exodus. You aligned different thoughts and possibilities by shuffling papers and looking for something - anything - that could give you the upper hand. You had found a small chance when Karen’s words caught your attention.

“Every time I close my eyes I see…” She said softly. You lifted your head from the desk and listened quietly, half expecting your name and ‘Exodus’ to fall in her next sentence. “What if he finds out that I… That I was with Ben.”

“If that happens, we’ll deal with it.” Matt offered.

You sighed inwardly and gathered your papers into their folder. You dropped the folder onto your bag in the corner and went into the main office.

“How?” She challenged slightly.

“Doesn’t matter how.” You stepped out and she jumped slightly. “Sorry… How was the funeral?”

“It was nice.” She said softly. “You just didn’t feel the need to come?”

“I tried calling you.” Matt said, reaching a hand for you.

“I didn’t think it’d be appropriate, given everything.” You answered honestly, to which she simply nodded in response. You gently tapped his hand while you answered her, just showing that you were right there but he frowned at you in response.

“Maybe Foggy was right.” She offered and your brows furrowed in response. “How do you stop someone who has so much?”

“No.” Matt shook his head. “That just means he has more to lose.”

“He’s gonna find out.” She insisted. “He’s gonna find out and he’s gonna come after me, just like he came after Ben.”

“No, he won’t.” You said firmly. You stepped around Matt and stood in front of Karen’s desk. You knelt down and folded your elbows over the surface. “I promise you, okay? He will not find out that you were there… I’m not gonna let anything happen.”

“I told you I would keep you safe, after Union Allied.” Matt said, putting a hand on your shoulder. “That hasn’t changed.”

“Worst case scenario… I handle things my way.” You said gently.

She nodded quietly and you reached out for her hand. Hesitantly, she took it and you gave her a gentle squeeze. She offered you a small, grateful smile and you felt the relief from her. You saw it then, the slightest of cracks in the thick walls she has erected against you. Your smile grew wider and you pushed yourself up.

“I think that’s progress.” You teased Karen softly and she chuckled. “Lunch on me?” You offered the two, who both nodded and began throwing out ideas for places to go.

That night, you had been asked to come with Fisk to talk to Leland. It was interesting, considering you hadn’t offered any information about Wesley or the attempt on Vanessa. But as you rode in the black SUV, you began fabricating a story.

“Do you have any information?” He asked suddenly. “You are exhausting my patience “

“I can only offer a theory, if you’d like to hear it…” You said carefully, the cogs in your brain spinning and creating your lie as it fell from your lips. You pieced together partial truths and bits of things you’d heard to create a somewhat coherent falsehood that Fisk would believe.

“Please.”

“Gao and Leland had been rumbling about your devotion to Vanessa. When I went to take a look into Gao, I brought the Devil as a way in.”

He made a noise of dismay but motioned for you to continue.

“She attacked us and burned everything. Her entire operation turned to ash and now she’s in the wind. Even though I didn’t get to squeeze any information out of her or her minions, seems pretty suspect to me.”

“Would these be of any assistance to your theory?” He passed you a stack of paper. “I had asked Wesley to move some funds for me before what happened to him.”

“I thought Leland was your money man?”

“I needed it done immediately and I trusted Wesley more… We found there were some irregularities in my account.”

“You think someone’s skimming off the top?” You asked as you glanced over the documents. “Owlsley could be the man responsible, especially since he’s the main finance guy. Can he shoot?”

“I’m not sure.”

“Only one way to find out.” You passed the papers back as the SUV rolled to a stop. “Fear shows man’s true colors.”

You hopped out and got yourself a vantage point above the alley Fisk and Owlsley would be traveling down. There was something ringing in the back of your head, an understanding that you were playing the wrong side. But you knew you were making the smarter play. It’s two birds with one stone. Keeping your illusion of loyalty to Fisk helps with clearing the city of one of his highest minions, all the while you could gain intel and leads against Fisk.

A win-win. Right?

You watched and listened, waiting for your moment to intervene. You sat in the railing of a set of old stairs on the side of a building, a wire hooked to your belt and wrapped around one of the poles ready to support your drop.

“His hand is shaking.” You announced and you landed lightly on your feet. Owlsley looked to you as you unclipped the wire without breaking eye contact and you saw him gulp, fear blasting from him.

“It’s freezing.” He reasoned.

“Then why are you sweating?” You taunted and toyed with his fear, raising it higher and higher.

“Alright.” He breathed quickly. “I knew you’d find out sooner or later. But I gotta admit, I didn’t think you’d bring her.”

“You’re a thief.” You shrugged a shoulder. “A thief and a liar.”

“Wesley found out, didn’t he? He confronted you and you shot him.” Fisk accused.

“I have no idea what happened to Wesley.” Owlsley countered. “Why don’t you ask her?” He pointed desperately to you. “How do you know she’s not playing you for a sucker?”

“Would you like to try that again?” You scoffed and pulled your gun, pressing it against Owlsley’s forehead. His hands went up in surrender as you backed him against the wall. “Bold to challenge my loyalty when you’ve been stealing from the man you work for.”

“You and Gao tried to kill him at the benefit, didn’t you?” You pressed your gun harder and you saw the yellow smoke surrounding him. You smirked and made a small hum of amusement, raising your free palm to let the smoke collect in your hand. “You’re afraid.”

“No shit.” He muttered and turned his attention over your shoulder. “Wilson, it’s not what you think.”

“Answer the question.”

“The poisonings were only meant to look like someone was trying to get at you. You were never the target.” Owlsley explained quickly. 

“The rumors were true.” You said simply, pushing the yellow smoke down his throat. “You wanted to kill Vanessa. Now what did that innocent woman ever do to you?”

“Do you blame us?” He choked, pounding a fist against his chest. “Look- Look at what’s- what’s happened.”

There was a slight ringing in your ear that felt like there was someone thinking about you and what you’d be doing, asking you to not do what you’re known for. The high-pitched noise made you ease on the smoke and he coughed heavily, gasping for air before continuing. Fisk reached for your shoulder and pulled you back, as if interested in Owlseyls’s reasoning or he just wanted to be the one to kill him. The gesture snapped you back into that moment and practically shut down that sound.

“We just wanted to nudge you in the right direction. But that’s clearly gone south so… We’ll be parting ways and I’m taking ha-“

“You think I’d let you walk away after everything you’ve done?” Fisk yelled from behind you. The outburst surprised you but the guards you kept were able to keep you from showing it, if anything you raised your brows for a second.

“Exactly.” He smirked so you pushed the smoke again and he gasped. “Because I have Detective Hoffman.”

Your ears perked up and you relaxed the smoke again, but you kept his fear spiked. He needed to fear for his life to keep talking.

“Hoffman didn’t leave the city?” You asked carefully. “I thought he’d be at the bottom of the river by now if not out of the country.”

“I put him away for a rainy day. If I don’t check in every 24 hours, Hoffman gets taken to the Feds.”

“He’d never risk going against us.” Fisk tried, though you felt his uncertainty.

“Ten mil buys a lot of courage.” Owlsley chuckled nervously. 

“What of you and your son?” You taunted, testing the water to see just how serious Leland was. “Wouldn’t you get caught as well?”

“So will you.”

“I’m not on the payroll.”

“No, but the money that gets transferred to your account-“

“I only accept cash.” You cut in quickly. “I don’t like a footprint, in case of slimy men like you.”

He scoffed in realization and shook his head, wagging a shaking finger at you. “Smart girl… Are we on the same page?”

“No.” Fisk said, throwing a punch.

The two got into a small spat and Owlsley pulled a taser. You watched as Fisk grabbed Owlsley by the shirt front and threw him down a maintenance elevator shaft. You stepped around the seething man and peeked down, finding him still alive.

“He’s not dead.” You commented over your shoulder.

“Then finish it.” He said firmly, so you quickly aimed and took the shot. A bullet to the head. “Then you can sweep the city. Find Hoffman and put a bullet in his head before anyone else finds him.”

You thought about taking out Fisk right then and there. With all of his partners out of the way and his right hand man dead, it’s the easiest shot. You glanced around and counted four security guards and you already knew they each had a pistol under their jacket. Four people shooting at you had a pretty good chance of taking you out. You sighed inwardly and accepted that you were outnumbered and would have to wait.

“Okay.”

Still feeling the residual of Owlsley’s fear and Fisk’s rage, you stopped by your apartment to switch your suit for workout clothes and your gym bag. You decided that Exodus was done for the night but Y/N could blow off some steam. So you headed to Fogwell’s. You still remembered how to pick the lock.

As you approached the door, you heard two familiar voices on the other side. Your hand hovered over the knob as you listened intently.

“Thought Nelson and Murdock were over.” Matt said simply, nearly resigned. You thought it odd to hear Matt give up on his friendship with Foggy, but given all of the suspicious activity, nothing was that much of a shock where he was concerned anymore.

“There’s nothing I want more than to find a way back to where we were but… I don’t know if we can.” Foggy sighed.

“We can’t.” Matt agreed and you frowned. You put your hand on the knob and were about to twist when Matt continued. “But maybe we can find a way to move forward.”

You went in at that point.

“I’m so glad you guys are friends again.” You smiled as you crossed the room, tossing your bag on the edge of the boxing ring. “I have some news.”

“Y/N?” Matt questioned, seemingly surprised at your arrival.

“Yeah.” You nodded as you faced them. “Don’t worry. I’m not really mad at you anymore. A little annoyed still but we have work to do so I can deal with it for now. You’re not off the hook, Murdock, but listen… Hoffman is still in the city.”

“Detective Hoffman?” Foggy asked and you nodded excitedly. “How do you know?”

“Staying in contact with a vigilante has benefits.” You said slyly and Foggy stole a knowing glance at Matt.

“The Man in the Mask?” Foggy asked carefully.

“Better actually.” You tilted your head with an annoyed expression, to which Matt pursed his lips. “Exodus came by and talked to me a little bit ago.”

“Exodus?” Matt asked in shock.

“Yeah. Said Leland Owlsley - the guy from Silver and Brent - has him stashed away in case he needed leverage on Fisk, but Owlsley panicked and spilled the beans about it. She’s gonna get a hold of the Man in the Mask tomorrow night and try to find him. She even said she’ll bring him to one of us herself if she can’t find a cop she trusts.”

“That’s insane.” Foggy answered as Matt stood quietly, head tilted down as he thought.

“I know! We all assumed he was dead.”

“Not that!” Foggy countered. “Well, yes that but also you and Exodus are friends!”

“I wouldn’t say we’re really friends.” You tried but Foggy continued.

“Do you even know who she is? How can you trust her?”

“No.” You said simply. “And I don’t want to. I see what you’re saying, but Foggy, she works side by side with the Man in the Mask. He saved me and if he’s willing to work with her, doesn’t that mean she’s worth taking a chance on?”

“She’s right.” Matt nodded with a small smile.

“I know it’s crazy but it’s also the best chance we have. Owlsley bit the bullet last night because apparently him and some little Chinese lady Fisk worked with tried to poison that girl he’s sweet on, that Vanessa lady. He didn’t like that so he -“ You clicked your tongue and swiped your thumb across your throat to mimic a slit. “- offed him.”

“Shit.” Foggy sighed.

“Sounds like he had it coming.” You shrugged.

“Okay, well, I’ve been working with Marci and-“

“Your ex?” You chuckled and raised your brows in a teasing challenge. “Since when are you two buddy-buddy again?”

“Anyways.” He said pointedly and you snorted a small chuckle. “She’s been copying L&Z files about Fisk on the low so if we can get Hoffman and match some of his story to the files…”

“We get Fisk in jail.” You realized. “Holy shit!”

“Yes!” Foggy clapped in excitement. The two of you turned to Matt.

“Matt?” You asked to get his attention. “Nelson and Murdock doesn’t work without Murdock…”

“Clearly, it doesn’t work without Y/L/N either.” He smiled softly and gestured to you. “Let’s do it.”

The next night, your small office was going over the files from Marci and comparing them to what you had. You had been about halfway through your stack, having highlighted and written notes across the pages when Foggy began a small rant about a deli.

“I could’ve had an apron with my name on it and everything.” He smiled.

“I can get you one for your birthday if it’d make you feel better.” You offered, only glancing up from your papers to offer a teasing smile.

“Only if it has my name on it.” He insisted. “And I will wear it everyday.”

“Yeah, I’ll have them put ‘Fogster’ and I’ll even add little hot rod flames to it.” You laughed.

“I would love that.” Foggy said and you peeked up to see the deadpan expression on his face. “I really would.”

“I’ll start working on it.” You chuckled.

“Y’know, this is how it should be.” Karen sighed contently.

“Foggy talking about cured meats?” Matt teased and you elbowed him slightly, causing him to chuckle.

“Nelson and Murdock.” She corrected gently.

“It’s a start.” Foggy agreed. “Now Y/N just needs to take her Bar and it can be Nelson, Murdock, and Y/L/N.”

“Nelson and Murdock has a better ring to it.” You looked up from the page and smiled at Foggy. “I’ll be around either way.”

“I would hope so.” Matt said kindly, reaching under the table to give your knee a slight squeeze before going back to his work.

You went back to your papers too, comparing and flipping through documents. You wondered how you could thank Marci for her help, considering it risked her entire career at L&Z. Maybe she just had a soft spot for Foggy still. They were talking about how your group knew about Owlsley when you saw something that didn’t line up.

“I’ll call Marci.” Foggy began but you were reaching across to find a paper you had discarded not too long before. “Unless Y/N found something?” He stared pointedly at you.

“I think I did.” You chuckled excitedly. “Silver and Brent had 187 real estate holdings across New York State, right? Same list, next day, only 186.”

“They liquidate and acquire properties all the time.” Matt tried. “They probably just sold one.”

“Okay, then why-“ You found the paper and read over the box, nodding and circling it before passing it to Foggy and Karen. “-are the account balances the exact same?”

“It should be in the profit-loss if it sold.” Karen confirmed. You pointed to her and nodded, signaling that was exactly what you were getting at.

“Unless someone’s trying to hide the fact that the property is off the record.” Matt continued. You smiled triumphantly and held your hands to the side, as if to show that was exactly what you guys needed. “Where’s the property?”

You nodded to Karen, who had the sheets.

“53rd and 10th.” She read.

“Hell’s Kitchen.” Foggy nodded.

“Hoffman’s gotta be there.” You said, chewing your lower lip as you began processing an excuse to leave.

Exodus had a job to do.

You glanced up and saw Karen already looking at you expectantly, knowing you were going to go. But Matt jumped up first, reasoning that he had to go talk to Brett rather than call him. Odd as the movement was, you didn’t have time to stew on it too much. At least him still being weird when Gao was out of the picture meant you could put those nagging accusations to rest.

Matt wasn’t a drug dealer. He was just weird.

Foggy followed him out so you leaned across the table to speak quietly to Karen.

“Can you cover with Foggy for me?” You whispered and she nodded.

“You’re not going alone, are you?” She answered in the same hushed tone.

“Careful, Page. Almost feels like you’re worried.” You teased and she scowled at you. You chuckled as you stood and gathered your bag and jacket. “No, I’m gonna make a call on my way home.”

“Just-“ She sighed and reached for your arm as you passed her. You felt the hesitant concern in your touch and you offered a lazy smile. “Don’t die… The guys need you. And maybe don’t kill anyone?”

You chuckled and patted her shoulder. “If the Mask is there, he’s not gonna let me. It’ll be fine.”

You hurried out, sidestepping Foggy and rambling a rushed apology and a mumbled reason for leaving before hurrying home. You pulled the burner out and tried calling the Devil, getting his voicemail. You groaned and cursed the sky before pressing your back phone to your ear.

“You little bastard. Meet me at 53rd and 10th. ASAP.” You muttered and shoved the phone away. You’d do it alone if you had to but you really didn’t want to.

Oh well.

You were quick to change, reload your belt, and dawn your mask. You slipped onto your fire escape and easily maneuvered Hell’s Kitchen until you reached your intended location. To your surprise, the Devil was getting there about the same time you did. You eyed him carefully and hesitated when you two met on the rooftop.

“You got my message?” You broke the silence.

“How’d you find out?” He lifted his head in a singular nod.

“Got a friend working the case from the legal side.” You shrugged.

“That girl, Y/N?”

“Does it matter?”

“Actually-“

“You didn’t answer my question.”

“And you didn’t answer mine.”

“I don’t have to because I asked mine first.” You said firmly. “If you’re trying to go around me and get to Fisk before I do, I will go through you.”

“I’ve got friends too.” He smirked and motioned for you to come closer.

“And you didn’t think to call me when you found out?” You tilted your head in annoyance. “When I called you pretty much immediately? I see...”

“You’re turning this into something it’s not.”

You hummed in suspicion before closing the distance to stand beside him on the opposite ledge. You peered over and weren’t surprised when you were greeted with no guards at the door, only one man carrying a bag of sandwiches. 

“Owlsley said Hoffman thinks he’s gonna go into Witness Protection and get ten million on the other side. Minimal security outside makes sense when you wanna keep something hush-hush… He sees us coming and he’s gonna think we’re the goddamn firing squad.”

“We need him alive. Take him to the friends I’ve been working with and they’ll ge-”

“What makes your friends so trustworthy?” You cut in. You didn’t know who the Devil had been working with other than Ben Urich, and with him dead,that left a lot of unknowns in the equation. As narcissistic as it sounded, you were the best option. “You think we should just take the biggest chance we have against Fisk to do it your way and just drop him to someone who only you know?”

“Coming from the girl who didn’t want to tell me how you got the tip about this place?” He scoffed. “It’ll be fine.”

“That’s bullshit.” You laughed in annoyance. “You’re not taking him anywhere!”

“But your friend is so much better?”

“She is.” You said firmly.

“If she’s better, then tell me who she is.”

“I don’t have to tell you anything.”

“If you want me to go along with any of your ideas, you need to tell me who she is.”

“She trusts you.” You said carefully. “That should be enough.”

“Y/N.” He said confidently. You rolled your eyes and took a few steps away from him. “Y/N’s friends with the person I wanna turn Hoffman over to.”

“You don’t know her.” You scoffed.

“You’ve gotta trust me on this, Ex.” He said in exasperation. 

“Have you ever really trusted me since we started working together?” You challenged.

“I do now.”

“Yeah, now.” You scoffed.

“If Y/N trusts you and she trusts me, doesn’t that mean you should give me a chance?” He reasoned.

“She doesn’t really know us either.” You countered. “Doesn’t mean anything.”

“Means that you’re not as bad as you think.”

“Если бы ты только знал, Мальчик-дьявол.” You sighed and shook your head. (If only you knew, Devil Boy.)

“You always do that when you want to say something but don’t want me to know.” He pointed out.

“Oh, no. I’ve been figured out.” You offered sarcastically. “That’s the point, Идиот.” (That’s the point, idiot.)

He sighed and shook his head. You figured he thought he was figuring you out, that things about you were starting to make sense. But that could never be the case. You were a constant puzzle, every changing the pieces of yourself to fit your situation. Some pieces, you began to realize, would probably never come back. Some pieces would never change. Some pieces you would only use once and never go back. But even then, you were never the exact same two days in a row.

“Wait. I didn’t…” You said, seeing the red and blue flashing lights. “What are those cops doing here?”

“I didn’t call any.” He answered before tilting his head and listening.

You watched as they kicked the door in and began to rush the building.

“Fisk.” He answered tightly, pushing himself up and heading down towards the alley.

You opened your mouth to say something smart but quickly closed it when you realized he was gone. You muttered to yourself about wasting time arguing as you threw your hook into the rooftop before stepping off the ledge, scaling down the building until your feet lightly found the floor. You snuck through the same door you saw the man with the sandwiches go through and pulled the gun from your belt.

By the time you made it to the main room where Hoffman was, the officers had taken out all of the men assigned to protect Hoffman. One of the officers had their guns raised at Hoffman, who had his eyes squeezed shut and waited for his execution. You aimed quickly, shooting through his hand and making him drop the gun.

The other officers began firing at you but you were quick to duck behind a table that was on it’s side. You turned and placed the bottom of your foot against it and listened for their footsteps. Once they were close enough, you extended your leg with all your strength and sent the table flying across the room and knocking the officers down at the waist. You spun on your knees and fired at the two that were left standing, sending bullets through each of their chests.

The Devil sprinted past you as you were getting to your feet, seemingly ignoring your presence. You simply shook your head and focused back on the issue at hand.

You ran and stepped over the table, finding three officers on their backs. You put your gun back in its holster and stepped on one of the officer’s throats, leaning your weight into that foot. You turned over your shoulder and fired your Bite at the other officer, landing the red shock to his throat. You knelt down to the officer you were still standing on and grabbed either side of his head before sliding your foot off. Before you could twist and end it, another body collided with you and you were slammed to the ground.

Looking up, you saw the initial officer you shot in the hand. He was quick to climb on top of you and wrap his bloodied hands around your throat. His hands closed around your throat, pulling your head up and slamming you back onto the concrete floor. Your head bounced and bright stars blossomed across your vision while the tears began to gather. You were slammed again and again, blacking out for only a second.

You grabbed both of his wrists while your Bites charged. You lifted your hips and tucked your legs, managing to wiggle your knees into his armpits. His eyes went wide as he felt you twist your body so he was on his side. You slipped both arms between his and slammed your elbows outwards, hearing a gruesome rip as both of his arms went limp at the elbows. The grip on your throat ceased so you rolled off to your hands and knees, coughing violently in hopes of forcing air back into your lungs.

You heard a determined scream and when you turned, you saw that officer coming at you again. You raised one of your Bites, the device glowing a dangerous red as he grew closer. You were ready to fire when the Devil came in the way. He came flying in with a hard front kick before a sharp combo of hits that finished with a decisive and acrobatic kick. You let your Bites disarm while you sat flat, rubbing your tender throat and wiping away the stray tears.

The Devil came and knelt in front of you, tilting your head up and to the side while gently touching your neck. You pushed his hand away and got yourself to your feet, ignoring the slight blurriness around the edges.You shook your head to try to clear the feeling and crossed the room to Hoffman, who was still sitting at the small table in shock.

You flattened your palms against the table and leaned forward as your partner sat himself at the open chair. You took a deep breath and settled your own nerves and brought down Hoffman’s uncertainty. Though your lean was usually intended as intimidation, you were using it to try and gain control of yourself. That cop was looking to choke you to death, and he was damn near close to it.

“You have an opportunity here, Detective.” The Devil began.

“We’re not here to kill you.” You explained, though you assumed it should be clear. “If we were, you’d be dead by now.”

“Thank you for that.” Your partner turned to you with a scowl.

“I’m just saying.” You shrugged and every word scraped at your tender throat.

He scoffed and shook his head as he turned his focus back on Hoffman.

“You can set things right if you turn yourself in, providing evidence against Fisk.”

“If not, then you can finish playing with yourself before I have to kill you.” You said, voice gravelly and scratchy.

“Ex.”

“Fisk wanted me to find you and kill you before anyone else could get to you. Those men were a backup. Clearly, I’m making a different call.”

“He owns the cops.” Hoffman sobbed gently. “I’ll be dead before I even get to the precinct.”

“Not all of them.” The Devil countered smoothly. You glanced over and saw no change in demeanor. He didn’t need to square his shoulders or sit up taller. He didn’t need to tilt his chin or use his body for intimidation. He was so cool and confident that it was enough to show his strength. You couldn’t help but respect him for that. “Turn yourself in to Brett Mahoney. He knows a couple of lawyers that can’t be bought. They’ll help you.”

You tilted your head in agreement, settling for Hoffman going to Mahoney. It wasn’t exactly delivering him to you and your office, but it was the next best thing. Brett knew Matt and Foggy, which meant that you would get him either way. Your office was going to put Fisk away.

“Thanks for the tip.” Hoffman scoffed and stood.

You rolled your eyes as the Devil threw the table in the other direction. You slipped your fingers into your belt and flicked the shock disc at his chest, sending the prior detective right back into his chair. You swung a hook kick that knocked him over and to his back, where you stepped over and placed a foot against his chest.

“We’ll be following you to make sure you get to the precinct alive.”

“And if you try anything other than what you’ve been told-” You leaned down to warn, Hoffman groaning as your weight leaned into him. “-I’ll put a bullet in the back of your head before you can try to apologize. Understood?”

He whimpered as he nodded. The Devil grabbed your arm and pulled you off, dragging you behind him as he exited the building. Once you two got out, you yanked your arm away. You two moved in silence as you traveled the rooftops and kept an eye on Hoffman.

Everything felt surreal to you. You’d been scratching and fighting for a solid chance against Fisk for what seemed like an eternity. Having one seemingly fall into your lap seemed like a cruel joke, a twist of fate that God sent to you to mock you. You had asked for a chance to put everything behind you, to move forward with your life and leave Exodus in the past. Let her go away when Fisk would. Having that chance in front of you, heading towards the precinct with a confession at the ready, it felt like such a delicate thing.

One wrong move and it all falls apart. One wrong move and Exodus never goes away.

Once Hoffman entered the precinct, you and the Devil parted ways without a word. You knew that he wasn’t happy with you. He was disappointed that you had killed those men with ease, regardless of the fact that they worked for Fisk, and the argument over trust probably didn’t help anything. The tension was palpable between you two, even as you began the walk home. You wondered how long it would take until he found out that you killed Leland Owlsley as well.

Nevertheless, cracks were budding in the foundation you and the Devil had built. Walls were being constructed and bridges were being sabotaged, damn near being burned. You tried to convince yourself that it would be better if you two drifted apart. You’d both be safer and wouldn’t have to worry about someone else. You could look out for yourself, for your friends.

The Devil would survive on his own.

The next morning when you stepped into the office, you were met with the entire crew waiting for you. Your throat was still red, despite your lazy attempt at covering it with makeup. You were nauseous and the memories of the night prior seemed to be missing pieces. Your vision was still blurry around the edges and you were almost certain you had a concussion, but you couldn’t take the day off, not when you were so damn close to the end goal.

You knew your gaze was in and out of focus, attention wavering and almost impossible to keep on one topic. Even as you were all in the interrogation room as Hoffman gave his statement, you had to lean your head against the wall and close your eyes. You felt a bump to your side and you looked over to see Karen looking at you with wide, concerned eyes.

“You okay?” She mouthed.

You offered a weak smile and shrugged. You waved your hand dismissively but she only frowned at you. You sent her a weak thumbs up, to which she raised her brows in accusation. With a sigh, you gestured to your head as you furrowed your brows as a silent wince. 

“You did it.” She leaned over to whisper.

“Didn’t do it alone.” You answered in the same hushed tone.

Matt glanced over at you two with a proud smirk and you couldn't help but smile back, regardless of the pain in your head or the fact that he couldn’t see it. Somehow, he would know. He always knew.

The confession seemed to last forever. Hoffman was giving a very detailed description of everything and everyone that he knew. You tried to focus in when he talked about Exodus but your brain just couldn’t dial in. All you caught was “Exodus was… kill me… different call. No one… name… public.”

You were taking the night off and nursing the nagging thump in your head, staying in the office with your friends. Everyone was laughing and celebrating while you were trying not to pass out. You’d been through worse and were sent on assignments before, so you knew you’d survive. You held your drink to your forehead between swigs, leaning against the arm rest of your chair and having scooted yourself to the edge of the conversation.

“Hey..” Matt said gently, turning in his chair to face you and reach for your hand.

“Hmm?” You hummed with your eyes closed, letting your head fall onto your shoulder.

“We need to talk about something…”

“Can it wait till tomorrow?” You pushed yourself forward and patted his cheek before you stood. You left your bottle on the floor by your chair leg. “I won’t remember it if you try to tell me now.”

“Sure.” He nodded hesitantly as you headed to the small kitchen area.

You reached into the freezer and found a small, frostbitten ice pack. You pulled it out when you felt your burner going off in your pocket, seeming to vibrate more aggressively than it ever had before. You stepped quietly into the hallway so you could answer it. You assumed it would’ve been the Devil calling to congratulate you on Fisk’s downfall, so when you were met with a different voice, your heart sank.

“Yeah?” You groaned, pressing the cold pack to your eyes as you leaned against the wall of the hallway.

“I need you to get Vanessa out of the city.” Fisk hurried.

“I didn’t really plan on working tonight.” You grumbled.

“Exodus.” He said gruffly. ”She doesn’t deserve this… You protect women, don’t you? She should be no exception.”

You groaned and shifted the ice pack to the top of your head. You pounded your fist lightly against our forehead a couple times and let out a sigh. “Send me the address of the penthouse. I’ll be there for her in ten minutes.”

“Thank you.” He sighed in relief.

“I’m not doing this for you.” You corrected sharply. “Our work together is over. I see you again, I kill you.”

You ended the call quickly and stayed in that leaning position for a moment.

One final act of service. One final mission in his name. And it wasn’t even about him. It was about Vanessa. A kind woman who sold you a beautiful art piece, even though you had put on a complete show in front of her. An honest woman who fell for a bad man. You gathered yourself up and put on a front as you stepped back into the office.

“This.” Matt said contently. “This right here, in this office.”

You slowly leaned down to pick up your bottle and your bag while he spoke.

“This is what’s important… Knowing the people I care about are safe and having some sense of closure for the ones we’ve lost.”

“For Elena.” Foggy nodded, lifting his glass for a toast. “For Ben.” Karen added.

“For everyone else that bastard ever hurt.” You said softly, leaning in to tap your bottle against their glasses.

“What?” Foggy said when he realized you had your bag. “You’re leaving already?”

“Yeah, I don’t really feel great.” You said, opting for a partial truth.

“You okay?” Matt asked when you began backing towards the door.

“Just a headache.” You nodded. “Probably just need to sleep it off.”

“Should one of us walk you home?” Foggy offered.

“I’m a big girl, Foggy.” You chuckled as you reached the door. “I zip up my own boots and everything. I’ll be fine.”

“Let someone know when you’re home.” Karen announced as you were shutting the door behind you.

“Sure.” You said simply and took off.

You got into your apartment and changed quickly. You shot Foggy a text saying you were home. You placed your mask into position and took a moment at your mirror, staring at yourself. You didn’t know what you were searching for. Some sense of self, maybe. But you found nothing. Though an odd flash of white crossed your irises and suddenly, your headache was gone. You felt completely better.

You hummed and quickly headed out, not dwelling on the odd recovery too much. You used your burner to order a car to arrive at the address Fisk sent. It should get there about two minutes after you do. You made your way across town quickly, using the roof door to get into the building rather than the front door. You slipped into the penthouse and got Vanessa, scaring her to death in the process. You got her to the car and began the ride with her, making very minimal conversation.

“Wilson always spoke so highly of you.” She said, though her mind was far away. “He respected you quite a bit.”

“The feelings weren’t mutual.” You answered honestly, your own attention snagging on the flashes of news you saw. Your head cocked in interest as you saw fleeting glimpses of orange flames and the blurred words of “fire fight against FBI transport”.

You tapped your implant to listen in and heard that the FBI transport carrying FIsk had been attacked. There was a shoot out and it’s assumed that he escaped custody. You slammed your elbow against the car door, causing Vanessa to jump. You ran an exasperated hand over your mouth and rolled down the window.

“Stay in this car and talk to no one. It’ll take you straight to the helipad.” You instructed as you began to climb out the window. “Good luck, Ms. Marianna.”

You climbed up onto the roof, your hand still gripping the top of the car through the open window. You waited until you were close to another car before you jumped, rolling across that other roof and dropping to the hood. You ignored the gasps of surprise and screams as you pushed yourself up and took off in a sprint.

There was a beep in your head, telling you that your regular cell phone was going off. Your finger slid over your scar as you ran.

“Yeah?” You said through heavy breaths.

“Hey.” Karen answered quickly. “Did you see the news?”

“I’m working on it already.” You said simply. “Where’s Matt and Foggy?”

“In a different cab. Are you gonna get him?”

“If I get him before the Devil does, I can’t promise I won’t kill him. I tried doing it the legal way and he still beat us.”

There was a beat of silence.

“I know…”

“And you’re okay with that?”

Another beat.

“No… But I’m tired of being afraid.”

This time you were quiet.

“I’m gonna do everything I can. And if I can’t stop him, I’m gonna die trying.”

“Wait, Y/-“

You ended the call before she could finish. You double-tapped your scar and searched for the radio channel Fisk’s men were on, but you found nothing. Only the news story being reported across several different channels.

With an annoyed groan, you shut off your implant and opted for your burner. You dialed the Devil and he was quick to answer.

“You hear this shit?” You asked as you pinned the phone between your ear and shoulder so your hands were free to let you climb a fire escape.

“Yeah, I was about to call you. Where are you?” He answered in a rushed tone.

“Uh.” You spun around, trying to pinpoint your street. “I don’t- I don’t have a visual on him. I can’t hear his radio chatter.”

“He’s en route.” He explained. “18 minutes.”

“The helipad.” You realized and smacked your palm against your forehead. “Shit. I should’ve stayed in the car.”

“What? What car? What helipad?”

“He’s getting Vanessa out of town. I was supposed to get her to the helicopter so she’d be safe… If he got away from the bridge, he probably would’ve changed vehicles by now. Meaning it’s gonna be hard to pinpoint.”

You tapped your mask and implant, getting them to sync easily. You quickly scanned everywhere, looking for something to lead you to him. You were about to move the other side of the roof when you heard his voice coming through your earpiece, followed by Vanessa’s. Your mask locked on to the signal and showed you exactly where he was.

“I found him.” You said simply, hurrying to follow. “I can’t tell the street or businesses so just follow the sound of my voice.”

“Got it.” He answered and you ended the call. You shoved the phone away and continued your sprint, jumping the alleyways and rolling through landings.

“Now would be a great time for you to turn that mic on if you still have it.” You said between breaths.

“I almost forgot about that.” The Devil’s voice rang out in your head after a minute and you could feel he was smiling. “I got him. How close are you?”

“I can see the truck.” You nodded. “But I can’t stop it from my side.”

“On it.” He said and before you could ask a question, you saw something go flying through the windshield.

You tilted your head in acknowledgement and continued down the rooftop until you and the Devil were side by side. You took a moment to take in his new suit, letting out a long whistle. You tapped your scar and mask, shutting off both devices while you chatted with your friend.

“You look good, Devil Boy.” You teased, reaching to press your hand against his chest. “Stronger than a t-shirt.”

He chuckled and put a hand over yours, pulling his other hand from behind his back. He offered it to you, revealing a dark bunch of fabric. You hesitantly took it, brows furrowing in confusion. You gently took your other hand back and used them both to hold the fabric out in front of you.

It was a simple black long sleeve top, with dark grey plates made of the same material his new suit was made from. There were red accents on the seams and curving along the stomach from the shoulders. There was a faint ‘E’ carved into the protection on the wrists that looked like it would sit just below your Bites, and the sleeves were long enough to hook over the middle finger on either hand. You let out a small chuckle and pulled off your gloves and Bites.

“What’s this for?” You asked and you pulled it on over your suit, zipping it up from the center. You shifted your things from hand to hand as you replaced the final pieces of your gloves and Bites.

“Last thing I need is you getting yourself killed.” He said honestly, a proud smirk on his face. “What’d you think?”

“It’s great.” You nodded. Looking down at it on you, you noticed the neckline was high enough to cover the Red Room emblem. “Perfect, actually.”

You held out a hand from him, which he didn’t hesitate to take. Together, you two jumped off the rooftop and onto the side of the fallen truck. You stared down at Fisk with a determined tilt to your head, understanding what you were going to do. His time was up, as far as you were concerned. You gave the law a chance and it nearly had him. But nearly wasn’t enough. The only way to really stop Fisk was to put him in the ground.

So be it.

“You were right, what you said that night on the radio.” The Devil spoke from your side. FIsk looked up at you in shock. He felt like you had betrayed him, despite the fact that you had resigned from his side already. “Not everyone deserves a happy ending.”

You took only a moment to think about that. And it was true. Fisk didn’t deserve a happy ending. But by taking his away, you were taking yours away as well. You swallowed the thought and focused on your self-proclaimed mission.

Protecting all of Hell’s Kitchen.

“You?” Fisk asked loudly.

Gunshots came at you two from underneath before either of you could get a word out. Easily, you two got out of the way. You landed on the frontside of the van by the windshield. The Devil came around to get his weapons from the glass when you saw Fisk running into the streets. You glanced back at your partner and saw he was tangled up with the man who shot at you. So you ran after Fisk on your own.

You chased him into an alleyway, your favored weapons beginning to glow at your sides. You listened mindlessly as he ranted about what you and the Devil took from him. He yelled that you took everything and that he would kill you. At that you had to laugh.

“You can try.” You shrugged. “But men worse than you have tried, and yet I’m still standing.”

He let out a loud yell as he charged you. You waited until he was right on you to dodge. You placed your hands on his shoulders and flipped over his charging frame. As you flipped, your hands closed around the fabric of his jacket. Once you landed, your arms were stil over your head so you spun yourself to straighten out, which made Fisk spin too. Once he faced you, you yanked him down and drove your knee up, slamming it into his jaw. You spun to your left and clasped your hands together to drive your elbows down against his spine, forcing him to flatten out on his face.

His hand closed around your ankle and yanked you flat to your back, your head bouncing. You let out a loud groan before slamming your other foot against his jaw, again and again until he let go of your foot. You threw your hips up in a kip to get yourself to a kneeling position while a hand hovered at your belt.

He pushed himself towards you, his shoulder slamming into your waist and driving you into the wall behind you. You coughed as all the air was knocked from your lungs and his forearm pressing against your chest kept your lungs from fully refilling. Your head jerked to the side as his fist collided with your cheek, jamming the edge of your mask against the bone. You felt the skin split and the blood leak down your face. Another sharp hit cracked the lens of your mask.

You leaned back into your shoulders and wiggled your feet to be against his chest. When he pulled his arm back to hit you again, you extended your legs as hard as you could, sending him a few feet back and you to the ground. Glancing up, you saw him on his knees with one arm holding him up.

“This city doesn’t deserve a better tomorrow.” He ranted. “It deserves people like my father… People like you.”

You wiped the blood with your sleeve, filling the carved out ‘E’ with the thick red liquid. You felt that manic rage encompassing as you glanced at the stained letter. Everything in your sight gained a red tint, but that ‘E’ stood out among the rest.

How fitting. 

“People like me are who you should be afraid of.” You threatened lowly.

You set your jaw in determination as you got to your feet. You rolled your shoulders back and shifted your weight. You ran forward and hopped over Fisk, positioning yourself behind him. You hooked an arm over his throat, locking it with your other wrist. With your outside leg, you hooked it around his planted arm and threw yourself forward. Your free hand guided your roll as you got him to his back with your legs locking his arm out.

You forced his head to the side and drove your elbow down again and again and again until the skin above his eyebrow split and the blood stained your shirt. You reached for the knife at your belt when you were tackled to the side.

You rolled and got to your knees, sliding a few inches more. Lifting your head quickly, you were face to face with the Devil. You groaned in annoyance and realigned your out of place mask.

“Ex.” He tried. “You’re better than this.”

“Stay out of my way.” You warned before attacking again.

You ducked the Devil’s arm, hooking it with your own. You twisted his arm and forced his elbow to bend as you jammed his arm behind his back. He reached across and caught hold of your shirt before flipping forward, slamming you to your back. You coughed hard and shut your eyes tightly in an attempt to gain control of the blossoming dark spots.

He was quick to kneel over you, a knee against your chest as he leaned down to pin your hands above your head. Opening your eyes, you were met with his hidden expression peering down at you.

“You’re drunk.” You spat in disgust. “Of course you are.. Get off of me.”

“You’re better than this. I know you.”

“Get off!” You said firmly, wiggling underneath him. He leaned more of his weight into you and you cried out in frustration.

“Don’t do this.” He tried, desperately practically leaking from him. All it did was drive your rage higher, make that red you were seeing brighter. “You do and you’ll be exactly what he says you are.”

I’m not gonna feel sorry for you.

I need you.

You have no blood of your own.

I know you have an instinct no one else understands.

You have no place in the world.

You’re the perfect weapon, little Y/N.

I killed my way out… I should’ve killed him too.

So many voices ricocheted in your brain. Familiar voices of your friends, taunting voices of Dreykov and Fisk. They all began to blend together, growing louder and louder until it felt like they would burst from your head. You closed your eyes tightly again, feeling the creep down your spine like that night on the rooftop.

“I already am.” You spit harshly. You swallowed hard and shook your head. “You were a fool to see anything good in me.”

Before he could muster a response, you slammed your forehead against his and saw the impact send blasts of orange through the air. The hard shell of his helmet hit the top of your mask, forcing it against your brow bone and splitting the skin above your eye. The blood leaked across the inside of the lens but you couldn’t clear it away. When he went reeling back, you were quick to go after Fisk.

The man was standing now and eyeing you carefully. You made the first move, running at his full speed. He reached for your throat but you shot a quick burst from your wrist. He stumbled slightly so you used the time to grab his still reaching arm. You jumped up and jammed one foot into his chest near his shoulder, the other swung around to lock ankles. Your momentum forced you two to the ground and you had his arm locked out.

You lifted your Bite, the ominous red glow filling the alleyway and seemingly neon in your eyes. Fisk managed to get his hands together and lifted you with him as he got to his feet. As a quick reaction, you released your ankles and extended your legs against his jaw with all of your strength, allowing you room to gather yourself and plan an attack.

The Devil blocked your path and Fisk smiled wickedly at you over his shoulder. You scoffed and spit at the Devil’s feet, quickly yanking the knife from your belt.

“I won’t tell you again, Devil Boy.” You threatened, pointing the tip of your blade at him while you spoke. “Get out. Of my way.”

“No.” He shook his head, hands gripping his clubs tightly. “I can’t let you kill him.”

“You’ll have to kill me to stop me.” You warned and he sighed before running at you.

You slid your middle finger into the loop of your knife’s handle and flipped it to sit flush against your wrist. He went to swing his club at you but you ducked it, lifting your arm sharply to knock it from his hand. He moved to land a loaded hook with the free hand but you sidestepped and made him come up empty. You drove a knee up into his stomach, forcing him to double over. When he leaned, you hooked your arm over his neck from behind.

Even from his unfavorable position, he was able to connect to your abdomen with hard and calculated body shots. You could feel the bruises blossoming with every hit, even the crack and shuffle of your ribs, but you refused to let him know. You angled your foot against the nearby dumpster and pushed off, flipping you two backwards. You rolled with it and finished your knees on either side of his chest and your knees pinning his arms.

You swung the fist with the knife, the handle looped around your finger busting the Devil’s lip open. You landed alternating blows until his nose and mouth bled, splattering the crimson fluid across your legs and the asphalt. Despite your tunnel vision, you were quick to realize he wasn’t fighting back.

“You’re weak.”

You pushed yourself off and turned your focus back on Fisk. But once Fisk saw the murderous look in your eyes, he turned to run. You hurried to catch him, planting a hand as a pivot point for a heavy leaning roundhouse kick. The kick landed between his shoulder blades, forcing Fisk to land on his face. You hauled to man up and threw him against the closest wall. Though he was bloody and beaten, he still managed a chuckle.

“All of that… just for you… to be no better than the ones you fight against.” Fisk taunted. “Two people in masks and silly little costumes won’t change anything.”

“Enough.” You said firmly, summoning that orange smoke with one hand and the yellow wisps of fear with the other. “Have you ever choked on your own fear? Let me show you how it feels.”

You forced both smokes forward. The orange wisps circled his wrists and chest to pin him to the wall while the yellow slipped down his throat. His eyes went wide as he coughed desperately, hoping to fill his lungs with something other than fear. You smirked wickedly as you let the smoke leave your palms, turning your hands and lifting one Bite and pulling your gun.

You pointed both as Fisk, who was kicking his feet and struggling to get out of it. You could hear the police sirens echoing off the abandoned buildings and you recognized that you were running out of time to make a move. You let all the smoke dissipate and waited until Fisk weakly lifted his head with tears in his eyes.

As you pulled the trigger and sent the shock from your Bite, you were roughly shoved to the side. Both of the Devil’s clubs crossed over your throat and he leaned into them, placing just enough pressure so you could feel the cold metal on either side of your neck. You scoffed slightly and lifted your Bite, though the device was shimmering a nonlethal blue. Before you could fire, the red and blue flashing lights of a police car came around the corner.

“Черт возьми.” You grumbled and slammed a fist against the wall behind you. You angled your wrist between your bodies and sent the blue charge to Fisk, sharp enough to render him unconscious. (Goddammit.)

The Devil grabbed your wrist after putting his clubs away and pulled you away from the scene. You followed mindlessly, understanding that you had failed. You had to kill Fisk to stop him, and you failed. You let the Devil get in your way time and time again, when really you could’ve ended it so long ago. If you hadn’t listened to his stupid philosophy…

He shoved you forward once you two were on a rooftop far from the scene, though if someone asked you what rooftop you stopped on, you wouldn’t be able to answer.

“You’re mad.” You said simply, the heat radiating off of him was almost as fierce as your own. You kept your back to him as you leaned over the edge, hands laid flat and eyes closed.

You still felt the anger burning through your veins, seeping its way through your muscles to your skin. 

“You’re damn right!” He shouted, a wave of heat crashing over you with his words. “We agreed that-”

“When?” You turned around to face him with your arms crossed. “When did we agree to anything? You’re mad because I am the only one who was willing to actually stop him.”

“You can’t kill people who are in your way! That makes you no better than him!”

“I am nothing like him!” You shouted and swiped an arm through the air. “When I kill someone, they deserve it.”

“Keep telling yourself that.” He scoffed, throwing a hand up in resignation.

“The one thing I like about me is that I’m nothing like him.” You insisted. “And I never will be.”

“Killing him doesn’t prove that.”

“You really think he would’ve stopped?” You urged, taking slow and calculated steps forward. “He would’ve found out who you are and who I am. Then he would’ve come after everyone that you’ve ever cared about. The trail of bodies that he would’ve left, just to get to us, that is what I was going to stop. But you got in my way. Again.”

“You can’t justify this!” He began pacing, hands on his hips as the frustration vibrated off him like bass from a speakerbox. “You can’t-” He sighed loudly.

“Jesus Christ.” You groaned. “Could you be more forgiving?” You taunted with a chuckle, only making him more annoyed.

“Forgiving?” He laughed, though the sound lacked humor. “You want me to be forgiving? After everything we’ve been through, you fell right back into those habits!”

“You knew that I was like this!” You countered firmly. “I told you from the beginning.”

“Yeah, and I thought you wanted to be better.” He said, finally stopping his pacing to stand right in front of you. “What happened to that?”

“I realized that I am always going to be the perfect weapon.” You said flatly, tilting your head back to meet the Devil’s hidden gaze. “I can’t be something better like the Widow who works with the Avengers. You should be happy… You can keep your moral high ground and I’m the bad guy.”

“Don’t try to make this about me.”

“It’s always been about you! You didn’t agree with what I was doing to the Russians. You didn’t like my methods. You wanted me to fit your standards so your reputation wasn’t covered in blood.” You realized. “It’s always been about what you wanted me to be.”

“No.” He shook his head. “I knew this wasn’t what you wanted to be.”

“You don’t know me!” You snapped. “You don’t. And I’m glad for that…”

“So what?” He shrugged slightly. “You’re gonna go back to being an assassin? Kill for anyone who pays the right price?”

“No.. I’m just done.” You wiped a hand down your face. “We are done… No matter what I do from here, you won’t be a part of it.”

He scoffed.

“And if you get in my way again…” You took one step forward to close the rest of the distance between you two. And to show that the Devil didn’t know you at all, you dropped the accent you used for Exodus. “I won’t hesitate to kill you.”

“What?” He said quietly. “Wait.”

But you didn’t stay. You ran to the ledge and jumped, shooting a wire to wrap around the fire escape of the nearby building. You let go a few feet from the ground and began the quick run home. You glanced over your shoulder every so often to make sure no one was following you and you were content to see you were alone. You crept into your apartment and followed your usual night routine, ditching your mask and taking off your suit before a hot shower and going to bed.

Only this time, you stared in the mirror as the water ran. You looked at the cuts around your eyes from your mask, the redness of said eye and the exhaustion between them both. You gingerly prodded at the wounds and that only caused press blood to bubble out. You winced slightly and sighed as the warm stream slid down your cheek, knowing you’d have to do one hell of a job with makeup in the morning.

The next morning, you saw your mask was still sitting on your table. The edges were stuck with dried blood, the inside of the cracked lens stuck with the same. You held the mask up and looked through the lenses, seeing a broken red view through one and clarity through the other. You hummed in slight amusement as you thought about your own views, one side was always clear on the right thing to do and the other was a bloody and broken idea. You put the mask away in your dresser and decided you’d mess with it after work before you left to head to the office.

You were standing outside your office that morning as Foggy was mounting the plaque. You stood beside Matt with Karen on his other side. She held the morning’s paper and leaned across Matt to show you.

“They’re calling him Daredevil now.” She chuckled.

You glanced down at the headline and nodded slightly. “Maybe Exodus should get a new name too.” You joked and she smiled widely. “Something less dramatic.”

“Daredevil?” Foggy snorted. “He gonna jump Snake River Canyon on a rocket cycle next?”

“He wishes he was that cool.” You shrugged, drawing a laugh from your friends.

“It was goofy at first but it’s better than the Devil of Hell’s Kitchen.” Karen laughed.

“Not wrong there.” Matt nodded.

“Makes more sense, too.” You agreed. “The way that guy flips around and everything.”

“Right?” Karen agreed enthusiastically. ”I can’t believe this is the same guy who stopped that Union Allied nut from stabbing me in my apartment.”

“Same guy who got me away from the Russians…” You added with a slow nod.

Part of you knew you two had taken your last argument too far, that irreparable damage was done to your relationship. But even then, you wondered if he would forgive what you had said should you see him again. You couldn’t go back, but maybe you two could go forward. It was cathartic to scream at each in that moment but now, you wished you had maintained your composure enough to have a conversation with him rather than a screaming match.

Did he still think you were a good person?

“I don’t know. I think the horns are a bit much.” Foggy teased and you chuckled.

“His suit guy took the Devil name a bit too serious.” You joked along.

“Definitely.” Foggy laughed and took a few steps back to admire his handiwork. “What do you think?”

“I’m glad I fished it out of the trash.” Karen said softly.

“I am too.” Foggy nodded.

“Nelson and Murdock.” Matt said as he slid his fingers over the letters of the sign. “Avocados at law.”

You and Foggy laughed while Karen asked, “Avocados?”

“It’s a long story that I don’t have time to tell because I’ve gotta go help Marci find a new job.”

“You two getting back together?” Your brows furrowed as you teased playfully. “Matt, we may have to go do some recon again.”

“So you can hide in a photo booth?” Matt chuckled. “Thank her for us.”

“Will do.” Foggy nodded. “See you later.”

“Guess we should get back to work.” Karen nodded before ducking into the building.

You were going to follow her in when Matt grabbed your arm and pulled you back to him.

“Oh!” You remembered. “What did you wanna tell me the other day in the office?”

“What?” His head tilted.

“Remember? I wasn’t feeling good so I asked if it could wait.”

“Oh… It’s - It’s not important right now. I wanted to ask you something else..”

“Everything okay?” You asked.

“There’s been something in your voice lately.” He explained with words laced in suspicion and you lifted your head as you braced for his next words. “It’s been there for a while and I thought…”

“What does it sound like?” You nearly whispered.

“I…” He tried. “Like you were lost. Like you didn’t know what you were doing and you were losing.”

“I was.” You agreed. “I was so worried about what someone else thought of what I did and who I was that I-”

“You know who you are, Y/N.” He cut in, finding one of your hands and holding tightly. “You always have.”

“Yeah…” You nodded slowly. “I thought I had to fit this idea that they had of me. And maybe I only wanted to so they wouldn’t leave but…”

“I thought it would get better after Fisk got put away but it hasn’t… Has it?”

“No, because it doesn’t erase anything. It doesn’t bring anyone back or change what has happened to get here.”

“Y’know, there’s a lot of decisions that I wish I could go back and change.” He stepped closer, his hand sliding up your arm to your elbow. You glanced down with slightly furrowed brows before turning back up to face him. “But I can’t. None of us can. All we can do is move forward… Together.”

“Some things we can’t move forward from.. Some things stick with us forever, burn into our souls and leave us damned.”

“I thought you didn’t believe in that.” He tried to joke and you chuckled weakly.

“My point is that it’s not always as simple as one foot in front of the other and leaving all the bad things behind you… Matt, do you think that I’m a good person?” 

“Y/N…” He sighed softly, saying your name as if it was only his to say and it made your heart skip a beat. 

“One decision I wouldn’t change...” He said with a slight smirk as he brought his hand to rest on your cheek. “I wouldn’t change you.”

You leaned into his touch slightly and you watched his smile grow a bit more. You nodded against his hand before gently removing it and pulling him inside.

You knew that one day the bill would come due and you’d have to tell Matt everything. You’d have to tell him about Dreykov, the Red Room, and Exodus, the same way you had told it all to Karen. And even though Karen despised you immediately after, you felt those walls softening a little more everyday. If you decided to work with Daredevil again, would you be able to follow his moral code or yours?

There was so much to think about, so much to consider. But for the time being, you focused on work. You focused on just being Y/N.

Not a Black Widow.

Not an assassin.

Not Exodus.

Just Y/N.

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