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echo-lover · 2 months

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!The Bad Batch season 3 spoilers!

I'd like to share with you my feelings and opinion about the new episode of the Bad Batch. Again, I wanted to do this right after watching it but my mind had other plans... emotions I felt overwhelmed me and I needed some time to put myself together. I WAS A CRYING MESS I SWEAR! And I felt a lot.

From the beginning to the very end, this episode has my whole heart. Honestly, this might be my favorite episode of season three so far, even though the previous ones were absolutely wonderful. I love Omega and Crosshair duo so much and seing their bond getting stronger means the world to me. They showed the typical brother - sister dynamic. Crosshair now looks more like himself, just like I remember him from the Clone Wars episodes. Confident about his skills, with sharp tongue and painfully honest. Despite everything he's been through and his apparent trust issues, he allows Omega to lead their small group. Of course, he adds some sarcastic comments of his own, but overall he does not question Omega's ideas and, despite his hesitation, helps her the best he can.

Batcher is so adorable and I love how she tries to get closer to Crosshair even though he is clearly offended and annoyed. This bring smile on my face.

Omega once again shows her more mature side. She's confident and seems to have taken some of Crosshair's sarcasm with her. She wants a peacefull way to left this planet and only when things get really bad, she allow Crosshair to do it -his way-.

Absolute chaos and destruction, it looks like Crosshair wants to enjoy as much freedom as he can. He's free and he won't let him and Omega get captured again. He has nothing to lose and this little girl has become his main priority. He even allows physical contact, which we know he didn't like to share at all. A gentle touch of a hand on her shoulder, ahh I love them. And the way he was called Omega's father and she confirmed it without hesitation. Crossdad is real guys, haha.

But it was the ending that was so shocking to me. The way Crosshair tried to convince Omega that Hunter and Wrecker might not have survived, that so much time had passed... and she don't want to listen. She strongly believes that her brothers will come, that they will take them, save them and they can all be together, she does not accept that they may no longer be alive.

All doubts disappeared the moment I saw Marauder on the screen. Of course, in the back of my mind I had the thought that it might be a trap, but then...

Omega running out of the ship with a wide smile, Wrecker shows up in the open door of the Marauder... OMG I couldn't hold back the tears. I DIDN'T EXPECT THEY REUNION SO QUICKLY. Tears came to my eyes when Wrecker literally ran to her and lifted Omega into air, hugging her tightly close to him. Our little girl could finally allow herself to show her emotions. She had been so strong for so long when she had been on MountTantiss, now she could be a child again, let others take care of her now. She's not alone anymore. Tears flowed, both from Omega and Wrecker, and from me.

I love the fact that Wrecker was the first to welcome her, not Hunter. He was second. Here my tears were flowing down my cheeks uncontrollably.

Hunter wanted to find his little girl for so long... That one word "five" made my heart beat so fast. This is what happened, this is real. They were finally together.

The moment Omega saw Hunter showed all her emotions. Relief, longing, fear and happiness all mixed together. Hunter practically fell on his knees with his arms open for Omega to jump into his embrace. HE FINALLY HUGS HER! The way he held her, the focus on his hands... He finally had his little girl with him, nothing bad could happen to her in his arms. When they broke apart, Omega wiped her tears and Hunter just simply smiled warmly at her. They really looked like father and daughter here, I swear. Words cannot describe how much this means to me. I felt like I was there with them in that moment.

And then the atmosphere thickened as Crosshair appeared, slowly exiting the ship. THE MUSIC HERE WAS ABSOLUTELY MARVELOUS! I have mixed feelings about Hunter and Wrecker reaction to their brother's arrival. I understand the lack of trust, but were such hateful and cold looks towards him necessary? Hunter tightened his fists, freezing in place, even Wrecker had a cold look in his eyes.

I feel that in the next episode they will have to explain many things to each other... it won't be pleasant... Maybe there will be harsh words, maybe they will blame each other for Tech's death, maybe they will never fully trust each other again. I just hope that they will be okay after all this. No matter what, they have to stick together...

And I have one little question WHERE THE KRIFF IS ECHO?! It's forth episode and we still don't see him!

Oh Force... it was a huge amount of emotion for such a short moment.

#the bad batch #star wars #the bad batch season three spoilers #clones #tbb hunter #tbb omega #tbb wrecker #tbb crosshair #reunion #tears tears tears #ugly crying #clone wars #never stop loving clones

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minus-starcatcher-beyond · 2 years

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Hey everyone! Sorry I haven't been asking questions in a while, got caught up with some alternates that DEFINITELY weren't friendly. Made quick work of them with my trusty sawed-off shotgun, though. It was suprisingly effective.

Anyways, I've got another speed round for both characters new and old:

Liquid Chris: Do you know a guy named "Solid Chris", perchance? I heard through the grapevine that you gave him his just desserts through a singing competition.

Joe (the coffee dude): I...actually have no idea who you are. (I may have even gotten your name wrong, to be honest.) But considering you are a VERY recent addition to the cast, I think that's something to expect. How about you tell us a little about yourself so we can all get to know you better? Over a cup of coffee, of course. ☕️

Blue: I actually took a look into which version of BF you are, and I think I found a match. You faced against the Pibby Corruption, didn't you? You're much more brave than you think, kid. 👍🏼

8: Y'know, I think you're overdue for some payback. (dumps a big metal bucket of icewater over 8's head, then drops it onto his head) That was for squandering my cupcakes earlier, you asshole. Now that you've been given a taste of karma, here's my question: What makes you think you'll win this? Everyone is ready to beat you, and it's just you versus all of them. You're just going to lose, 8, so I'd reccomend just giving up now to spare us all the trouble...

We haven't seen the original duo of Monika and Nonsense in a LONG time...wonder what's going on with them? I hope they're alright.

“Oh yeah, I know him. And the part about the singing competition is true, too, it’s the whole reason I became a rock star. Me an’ Solid used to be enemies years ago, but he got killed by Sonichu. He deserved it, honestly.”

Joe is actually from the Omelette edition mod! It’s. Obscure so I don’t blame you for not knowing him- I’m surprised you knew Chris though his mod is not well known either.

“Understandable, I’m not r-really the most famous guy around, ahaha.. Well, for one, I’m a part time waiter, but I like to practice coffee magic in my spare time! It’s a hobby of mine.. I’m 31, I’m technically a clone.. what else.. and I actually come from another world! I moved here so I could be closer to my job, but now the alternates have invaded, I mostly just try and protect my neighbors and friends the best I can.”

“Yeah, thanks.. I get that a lot, actually. But let’s just say that bravery doesn’t get you far against something like the Glitch.”

He looked away. He probably didn’t really want to talk about the glitch.

…you can’t hide from it forever, Boyfriend.

8 started shivering, and melting a little. He took the bucket off and threw it to the side.

“YOU… you little.. I’ll TELL you why I think I’ll win. The alternates need a leader, one better than the FOOL they already have! And I, AND I ALONE WILL TAKE THAT ROLE! I will rule them all! And with my power, I’ll destroy all of you useless humans.. you worthless SCUM! I’m not going to die by your hands, I will prevail!”

And for the last one..

Monika kinda dissapeared, along with Sunky and Mark for the sake of the story. Edd, Adam, and Dark Blue are trying to find them right now. And for Nonsense, he’s on a mission to assassinate a powerful target, since he’s a bounty hunter and all.

#ready for takeoff!/ answered ask #sole survivor/ dark blue #survivor syndrome/ db..?#the fallen star/ liquid chris #bittersweet secrets\ joe

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ryehouses · 2 years

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hi! i remember reading in one of the ast end notes that you weren’t the biggest fan of the clone wars animated series. admittedly, i’m new to star wars, but i’m watching it now, and i’m wondering why? you don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to. also if i misinterpreted, i apologize! thank you!

howdy! thanks for your question! I'm sorry for how unhinged I'm gonna sound in response! Vague TCW spoilers below, everybody.

It is not, exactly, that I don't like The Clone Wars. Parts of the show are absolutely fantastic! (The Umbara Arc? Ahsoka's personal growth? How interesting is to watch Anakin -- and by extension the Republic -- dance closer and closer to becoming Vader/the Empire even in their victories? Fleshing out the clones as individual men, who even though they look the same have wildly different personalities and motives and feelings about the situation they've found themselves in? Captain Rex, in all his grief and glory?) And honestly, I thought the showrunners did a really good, clever job taking the premise of The Clone Wars -- a kids' show -- and using it as a platform to tackle really tough concepts in a way that doesn’t, imo, talk down to or assume that the viewer can’t understand what’s going on.

But there are also parts of it that I hate so much -- with such passion! -- that The Clone Wars is basically a net zero media experience for me, lmao. Namely any time Dave Filoni talks about the Force -- most notably the Mortis Arc and most of Season 6 -- I am in such virulent, fundamental, foaming-at-the-mouth disagreement that sometimes I do sit bolt up right in outrage, a full decade and some change later. (This is also my issue with Rebels. I adored it until like the last three episodes, which I hated so much that when I got a free Purgill sticker as part of a Kickstarter I'd backed, I had to put the entire package aside for two days to calm down.)

I also don't care much for Filoni's interpretation of "real Mandalorians" (having Prime Minister Whosit go "we don't know how Jango Fett got his armor, but he wasn't a real Mandalorian" and then cut like, immediately to the "real Mandalorians," who up until Bo-Katan pops up in a later Death Watch arc are shown, to a man, woman and child, as exclusively blond, blue-eyed white humans, was beyond outrageous, for me) nor for the show's habit of taking some of my most beloved EU/Legends characters and absolutely butchering their personalities. I also (and this is a Me thing, not Filoni's fault, lmao) utterly despise Yoda, and resent literally every single second I am forced to spend in his presence.

(As you can imagine, The Last Jedi did make me howl in inarticulate rage.)

All that said, there are parts of the show that I do love very much!! And it really does give us Ahsoka, who is one of my all-time favorite Star Wars characters. It makes Anakin/Padmé more believable as well, and adds a lot of depth to individual Jedi and the Jedi Order as a whole. Darth Maul is hysterical and I love him.

I will eventually, probably, theoretically, forgive Filoni for what the show did to Quinlan Vos. Theoretically.

#ast tag #ask tag #tcw spoilers #sorry that this is like. a 900 word response.#ast asks

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notes-from-sarah · 3 years

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Summary: While making his report about what happened on Umbara to Anakin, Rex has questions about his identity as a clone, his role as a soldier and his place in the galaxy. Set during Star Wars: The Clone Wars. One-shot. Canon compliant.

A/N: Set after Star Wars: The Clone Wars, Season 4, Episode 10 “The Carnage of Krell”

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Rex stood silently after making a full report of the events on Umbara to Anakin Skywalker. He knew the general pretty well and he could see that the Jedi was furious. Soldiers weren't supposed to be angry, but in all honesty, he felt the same way. So did all his men. He waited for his general to speak.

"That," Anakin struggled to find the right words, "that," his voice shook almost uncontrollably, "that monster intentionally tried to get clones killed on the battlefield?"

Rex tried to keep his voice at the even tone of any good soldier as he answered. "Yes sir, he confessed to it while many of us were present." Rex could hardly forget those words, they'd haunted him in the following days. The feeling of betrayal mixed with the absolute condescension from Krell sickened him. He focused on Anakin, he couldn't let himself dwell on what happened. A good soldier had to take the horrors of war in stride.

"And you had to execute him because you were afraid he would escape and join the Separatists?" Anakin clenched his fist, his eyes hard.

"We did, sir." Rex dropped his voice a little, it was only the two of them in this briefing room on Resolute and Rex wasn't sure how much longer he could talk about what happened in a crisp military manner.

"Good." Anakin's brow was furrowed, fury in every line of his face. Rex knew he meant it. Of all the people Rex had ever encountered in his short life, Anakin Skywalker was one of the most honest.

"Sir," Rex was anxious about what would happen next, everything he'd done, everything he'd ordered, was unprecedented. He couldn't shake the feeling that he'd committed treason on Umbara. Nothing they'd ever learnt in training had prepared him for this. "If I may ask, what will become of us, specifically Dogma? He may have pulled the trigger, but executing Krell was my order."

Anakin crossed his arms over his chest, his hands still clenched into fists. "I won't let Dogma face punishment for saving his fellow troopers from the enemy. And I won't let you or any of the 501st face disciplinary action because of Krell. He was a traitor and the Jedi council will understand that. If I would have been there I would have killed him myself."

Rex didn't doubt it. Unfortunately, Anakin hadn't been there. It was just the clones versus the Jedi. The whole ordeal had left him shaken in a way he couldn't have anticipated. The Jedi didn't seem as safe as they once did. The Jedi were supposed to fight side by side with the clones, not against them. He couldn't fathom how someone who was supernaturally connected to all life could so callously throw it away. Did the clones really mean that little to the Jedi? To others? He tried not to think about it.

Anakin came over to Rex and looked him square in the eye. "Tell me truthfully, Rex, are you okay?"

Rex looked up at Anakin. A good soldier was only ever supposed to have one answer. "I wasn't injured during the conflict, sir."

"That's not what I asked." Anakin's eyes narrowed. "Krell betrayed the Republic, betrayed the Jedi and most of all betrayed you clones. I should have been there, I should have stopped him. Now you've had to suffer because I wasn't there."

Rex swallowed. He didn't feel okay. He heard in Anakin's words the same refrain of self blame that had come to mark this particular Jedi's musings on the war. The general hadn't been built for war, it was hard on him and he seemed to think that he should be able to single-handedly change the tides of battle just by being present. Whenever he failed he buried himself with guilt over the matter.

Rex, on the other hand, had been built for war, it was all he'd known his entire life. He knew better than to let emotions come into play. It clouded your judgment and primed you to make big mistakes. He knew better than to feel guilty about doing his duty or for others doing theirs. Rex felt guilty now. He'd sent his men into certain danger because he unwittingly followed orders he knew were bad. He had turned against a Jedi, the command structure of the whole army, and had ordered that the besalisk be executed. He had failed to be a good soldier.

Rex tried to steel himself. He didn't want to show the general that he was weak. "I'll be fine, sir. You don't have to worry about me."

Anakin stared into his eyes with an almost frightening intensity. "Yes, I do."

A chill raced down Rex's spine. The general wasn't going to let him get away with evasive answers. "Honestly, sir," Rex paused for a long moment, "this whole ordeal has been," Rex's eyes darted away from Anakin's, he was ashamed to even admit it, good soldiers weren't weak. "It's been upsetting." Upsetting was just the tip of the iceberg, but he didn't know how to be more open.

"Rex, you did everything you could. You did everything right." Anakin's voice was hard as he tried to reassure his captain.

"Sir, if did everything right, why did so many end up dead?" Rex glanced back at Anakin. He was standing firmly on his emotions but he couldn't fully prevent them from leaking though all the same.

Anakin dropped his gaze. "I don't know. I don't know why it is that sometimes even when you do everything right it still all goes wrong."

Rex could clearly hear the emotion in the Jedi's voice. Emotion that he wished he could show himself. Good soldiers didn't break down in front of their generals. Good soldiers stayed strong. The Jedi had the luxury of being men and women first, then Jedi, and finally generals. The clones? They were first and foremost soldiers, tools, war machines. Sometimes Rex wondered if anyone realized they were flesh and blood.

Anakin turned away from Rex and looked out of the transparisteel window at the hyperspace sky. Hands behind his back he assumed the position he took when he was thinking deeply on some matter. "Rex," he said at last, "what do you think about what happened?"

"I gave you my report, sir." Rex wasn't sure what else the general wanted from him.

Anakin glanced over his shoulder at Rex. "And I heard the facts of the mission as you reported them. What do you think about what happened?"

Rex tightened his grip on the helmet that was tucked under his arm. He wasn't accustomed to giving out his unfiltered thoughts to non-clones. "I think that I should have broken protocol earlier." If he'd done what his gut told him a lot of lives could have been saved. "If I'd been more decisive I could have spared a lot of good men death and injury from a being," he put as much venom into the word being as he dared, "who saw us as disposable tools, no better than some flesh covered clankers."

Anakin closed his eyes at the comment. "Don't blame yourself, Rex, that's an order."

Rex guessed he must have been a bit too self-pitying in this conversation so far. He'd be mindful not to show such partiality again. Good soldiers were neutral.

Anakin opened his eyes again. "Blame Krell." Anakin's voice was hard as iron. "Krell is the only one at fault here. He tricked and manipulated you. He betrayed you. Don't hate yourself, hate him."

"Sir, my men are my responsibility. I didn't stop him." Rex knew he probably shouldn't be arguing with the general, but all the same he felt his failed duty very keenly.

"You and the 501st are good men, all of you brave and true. Krell tried to corrupt you, to poison you but he failed." Anakin gripped his hands behind his back. "I am lucky to fight by your side, Rex, you are one of the best men I've ever known. Don't let Krell win, don't blame yourself for what he did."

Rex ran his thumb over his helmet feeling the familiar ridges. "Do you really think that, sir?" It had been bugging him since Krell had gone on his tirade about the clones. "Do you really think of me, of us, as men?"

Anakin turned to face Rex fully, an expression of slight surprise on his face. "Of course I do. You're one of the bravest, smartest people I know. How could I think of you as anything else?"

Rex looked down at the floor. "Me and the others, we feel like we're men, feel like that means something. That we're more than just androids programmed for destruction. That's what we were taught on Kamino and that's how we live our lives every day, but out here," Rex gestured broadly to the room at large and metaphorically to the galaxy at large, "it seems that most beings don't think of us that way. I always thought the Jedi were different. It always seemed like they were until, well," Rex didn't finish his thought, he didn't have to. In the silence that followed he rubbed his other hand over his helmet feeling the various pits and dings.

Anakin stepped closer to Rex putting a firm hand on his shoulder. "The Jedi see your humanity, Rex. They see how the clones get up every day and fight this war with no relief. They see how you lay down your lives in pursuit of peace in the galaxy with no thought of your own reward. Out of all the people in the galaxy I think the clones and the Jedi are the most alike. Krell fooled us all, I should have seen his treachery before things ever got this far." Anakin shook his head. "But know this: Krell was not a Jedi. A real Jedi would never have done what he did. A real Jedi would never have betrayed the Council and the Republic and most of all his clones." Anakin gripped Rex's shoulder tighter and gave him a small, emphatic, shake. "We couldn't win this without you, Rex."

Rex couldn't help but feel moved by Anakin's words. Even after all the betrayal he'd faced at the hands of Krell, Anakin had his trust full and complete. He'd follow the general to hell and back if that's what he ordered. Maybe the Jedi and the clones did have a special sort of connection, maybe that's what made them such a good team on the battlefield. But what about off the battlefield? What about all those people in the galaxy who weren't Jedi? Would they ever be able to see beyond the face of a clone and realize it was the face of a man? When the war was over, what would happen to him?

"Sir," Rex hesitated, a good soldier shouldn't be asking questions like this, "do you think there's a future for us after the war?"

A long moment of silence stretched between them, Anakin seemingly lost in his thoughts. At last he shook himself slightly and seemed to come back to the present. His voice was low and uncertain as he said, "I hope so."

#Anakin Skywalker #Captain Rex #501st #Fanfic #Fanfiction #Star Wars #Star Wars: The Clone Wars #Angst #Friendship #2k words #image from cap-that.com

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stinkypinkdinosaur · 5 years

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That's great! My prompt would be a Marvel M/F/F story about Tony Stark accidentally cloning Natasha, and the three being polyamorous — but I'd really hope for a F/F romance between the two Natashas, sort of a mix of self-love and narcissism. Could be a one-shot or a longer thing :)

Gonna try to keep this as a one-shot, but OH what a cool idea!!! I’m going to have the clone Natasha be given a different name just so we don’t get confused. Also, Nat and Tony will be in a some-what pre-established relationship.

Also whoops this is really long.

Also NSFW SMUT AND SPICE AHEAD!

Tony Stark x Natasha Romanoff x Clone!Natasha Romanoff, Poly relationship;

Tony stood by the skeleton of a bio-synthesiser - a prototype to the machine used to create a vessel for the mind stone. The vessel used to bring Vision to life had worked wonders, but this one required a human’s DNA to work. It had been discarded when Bruce had brought up the issue of human’s inability to wield the stones.

But it could clone people.

Tony didn’t see that as a problem, but of course, Steve had stepped in to warn him of the ethical issues when using this type of thing. A new human being wasn’t so much the issue, it was the idea that two of that individual would exist at the same time.

Tony shook his head. Surely it wouldn’t be that bad? Maybe he could clone himself - not that the world could handle two of the greatest minds in the world, two Tony Starks. Tony wasn’t sure he could handle two brains riddled with PTSD and anxiety.

He was working on it, Romanoff had been invaluable. It scared him a little, but she knew the ins and out of a human brain well - well enough to console him in more ways than one when his thoughts kept him awake at night.

Tony sighed, turning to a medical bench on the other side of his lab, buried in the basements of the Avengers compound. He tore open a sterilisation wipe, cleaning a small circle on the inside of his elbow. He picked up a sample gun, made to take blood samples without needing a fiddly syringe.

He winced as he pulled a few vials from the vein in his arm, placing the samples on the bench. He looked back over his shoulder at the bio-synthesiser. He could do a little gene editing, give Clone Tony a little variety and then teach him everything he knew - an apprentice, a brother... family...

“Hey there.”

Natasha stood leaning in the doorway, watching Tony jump in surprise from across the room.

“God I love dating an assassin.” Tony quipped, crossing his arms and leaning back onto the bench. “Or a spy? What is it you are again?”

Natasha stepped into the room, smiling at the floor. She approached him, leaning against his chest. “I’m afraid I can’t tell you, Iron Man.”

“Ooooh, I like it when you call me that, call me that again?” Tony raised a teasing eyebrow, grinning slyly.

Natasha rolled her eyes, but the lent into Tony’s ear, whispering lightly. “Iron Man.” It caught the poor man off guard, and he stumbled, catching himself on the edge of the bench.

“Shit!” Natasha’s hand had landed against the small cluster of vials on the table, one smashing open and glass slashing her palm.

“Oh god, I’m so so sorry. Come here, let me...”

Tony darted across the room, grabbing a first aid kit.

“Hey, hey calm down, it’s just a little cut.” Natasha placed a hand on his shoulder as he shakily cleaned the wound.

The vials lay, forgotten on the desk. Tony would have the bench sterilized later, all traces of either party’s blood on the surface removed. But when he finally got around to using the vials, plucking them from cold storage, placing them into the small cylindrical slot on the completed bio-synthesiser, he had no idea the machine would take up the wrong cells.

A one in a million - no trillion, chance. That her cells could have made it into the vials, AND be taken from the sample by the machine. But of course, Tony thought, nothing he ever does works out how he wanted.

So when the machine opened with a hiss of warm air, and a perfect copy of Natasha sat up from within it, calm as anything, stepping towards an open-mouthed Tony across the room. Hips swinging and red hair trailing over her nude body, curves melting into each other - It took all of Tony’s concentration to speak intelligible words.

“F-Friday, call Nat down here now, please. It’s an emergency.”

“Oh.”

Natasha wore a large, baggy jumper over tight-fit leggins, that normally had Tony’s full attention. But right now, he was watching original Natasha watch the new Natasha, dress in her borrowed clothing.

“Accident, huh?” She turned and raised an eyebrow.

“Completely. Honestly. I-I-I just...” His words faltered when the two women stood face to face. The new Natasha had retained all of her memories - a complete and perfect copy - Including her fascination for herself. They studied each other closely.

Tony swallowed hard, his mind running away with himself. Nat had always been proud of her body, her moves, her looks. Tony’s best decision in life was to humour her by installing large mirrors in his room. Needless to say, mirror sex with a woman who could not take her eyes off herself was his new addiction.

But there hadn’t been a way to take it further... until now.

Natasha pulled her clone closer by the hips, pressing her body against hers, a fire in her eyes, Tony shifted in his seat, enjoying the view. The clone lent forward, lips grazing over Nat’s.

Tony stood up quickly. “Oh, oh okay um.” The clone clung to Natasha, not moving an inch apart from to turn her head. Tony clapped his hands together.

“As... As hot as this is, while you guys may be living the dream, this is a little weird for me, can we just... slow down a little.” He held his hand up, seeing the concerned look on their faces.

They separated, and clone Nat stepped forward. “Guess this does need a little more thinking through huh?”

A few months pass and accidental-clone Nat had become a huge asset to the Avengers. The others were confused at first, but once the clone finally decided on a name - Natalie - Things began to run more smoothly.

Natasha tried to convince the others that it was no different than discovering a long lost twin, defending the copy of herself to no end. While at the same time, Natasha dyed her hair blonde, cut it short, bought different outfits and makeup for Natalie in an effort to help her friends distinguish them.

The two of them became friends quickly - obviously, they would, they were almost the same person. Though Natalie did pick up a few subtle differences as she grew. Natalie would often find Natasha and Tony working late, dragging them into a warm pile of cuddles and soft kisses. She had also taken it upon herself to make meals on the regular for the Avengers, saying that she had always wanted to take care of her family through more than just fighting, now she could.

As for Tony, he was pulling his hair out. While having two Natashas was a late night fantasy come true, it came with more problems than he thought. One assassin/spy/whatever was enough to handle. With two of them, he was falling for identity pranks, feeling double the hands working him up to frustration while working and double to worry when they went out on missions.

Their relationship had most definitely slowed down, adjusting to the presence of a new member - Tony loved them both with every fibre of his being, but two at once took time to gauge. They started small, with kisses and movie dates and late nights up on the couch binging some TV show and laughing about this and that. Building up oh-so-slowly to what Tony, honestly, was nervous for.

He knelt in the centre of the bed, shirtless, cock straining in his jeans, Natalie straddling his hips without a shred of clothing on her body. She ground her hips down into him and he grunted, watching her breasts bounce lightly. Meanwhile, Natasha sat behind him, leaving wet kisses, bites and hickies along his neck.

He swallowed hard, his breath catching.

“Hey, hey um... ladies,” He stuttered. The pair stilled, waiting for him to speak. “How, uh... How do we...?”

Natasha giggled into his ear. “Just let us... use you.”

“Oh... Oh god...” Tony stuttered.

Natasha moved away, standing beside the bed, Tony let his eyes drag over her body - muscular, powerful and curves along every inch of her. Natalie pushed on his chest with a smile, laying him back against the bed. She shuffled out the way, pulling on his belt and pulling his pants down, tossing them away.

Tony let out a hiss of air as his cock sprung free, and let out a shaky moan when Natalie’s tongue drew a line from the base to the tip. Natasha pulled her away with a light laugh, pinning her to the sheets and kissing her deeply.

Tony say up, groaning at the sight, hand travelling to squeeze himself, setting a slow pace. Natalie let out a breathy sigh, as Natasha dragged a finger across her folds, pausing over her clit.

“God you two will be the death of me.” Tony was losing his breath, panting fast.

“Not so bad yourself old man,” Natalie stuttered as Natasha pushed two fingers into her core. Natasha put her mouth against Natalie’s neck, pulling more gasps from her.

“Shit, get over here already,” Tony growled, chest heaving.

Natasha pulled away from Natalie, guiding her to Tony’s lap. Natalie looked up at her.

“Are you sure?”

Natasha nodded, and Tony did the same when Natalie looked to him. Natalie swallowed lightly and sunk onto Tony, who let out a long moan, sending sparks along Natalie’s body. Natasha pulled and pushed Natalie’s hips, guiding her movements.

“Nat- ah- hah, c’mere...” Tony was close to unintelligible words. Natasha smirked, climbing around to straddle Tony’s face. “God...”

Natasha sighed happily, his tongue delving into her wet folds, dragging lines up and down and flickering in and out of her entrance. She leant forward to pull Natalie into a kiss.

Tony lost himself in the feelings - the tightness around his cock, the intoxicating flavour on his tongue, the smell of sweat and sounds of his partners ringing through the room. His hips twitched as he neared his climax.

Natalie arched her back and ground into Tony with a shriek of pleasure, gushing over him, clenching and tightening around him. Nat could all but watch herself come undone in front of her, adrenaline rushing through her body. She came, grinding into Tony’s face.

Tony lapped up every drop of it, silently thrusting up into Natalie, stilling as his release fell upon him. Natalie gasped, feeling the hot fluid filling her.

Natasha, panting and limbs heavy, pulled Natalie towards her, settling next to Tony, Natalie falling on his other side. Tony was seeing stars, pleasure had him drifting somewhere peaceful and loving. Natalie and Natasha exchanged a look over his heaving chest.

She leant over his chest to pull Natalie into a light kiss.

“Me... me too...” Tony breathed.

The two smiled sweetly and planted a kiss on either of Tony’s cheeks.

“I love you.”

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