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juiles · 12 days
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Horror Movie Queen
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Summary: a teen reader whos done a bunch of horror movies is filming a scene where she has to scream, freaks everyone out in the cast. Italics is the filmed scene.
Tags: really just fluff except one mention of torture and hitting
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A/N: Its short but its something new. i think im getting back to writing again so thats exciting!!
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Y/n sat staring at the star studded cast in front of her at the reading table. Scarlett Johansson, Robert Downey Jr., Tom Holland, Elizabeth Olsen. It was wild all the people she had spent her whole life looking up to, and here she was, about to film a whole Marvel movie with them.
This was new territory for her too. A whole new genre of movie, different from the horror movies she was known for. The rest of the cast didn’t watch her movies so they didn’t know how she worked.
“Y/n? You okay?” Chris Evans asked waving his hand around in front of her face. “You zoned out there.” He added softly to the teen who flushed slightly and nodded looking down at her hands. “Have you done enough reading now? Are you ready to get into costume and makeup?”
Y/n paused for a moment picking at her fingers before she looked up and nodded. “Yeah. Ill go get ready. I’ll see you guys tomorrow?” She took a quick glance around at everyone who shot her small nods before she disappeared. When she finally came to set, fully ready for her scene, her manager waved her over.
“Okay… lets get this over with guys.” She said, her manager chuckling at the bored look on the teenagers face that was currently covered in bruises and blood, her clothes hanging off of the girls frail body, a gash across her face where a scar usually sat on her characters face.
She was filming her background scene, how her character, Maddison, got where she was, fighting with the Avengers. The torture and pain the character had gone through obvious with the way she was dressed. “Alright you, are you ready to scream?” Thomas asked the girl with a grimace, knowing what he had to pretend to do to the girl. She nodded and stepped on to the set, a cold damp cell that had red splatter all over one wall, showing what she was supposed to have gone through. Thomas stepped forward, the director getting ready for filming, unknown to the teen, the rest of her cast mates stepped in to the studio, hiding in the shadows.
Scarlett elbowed a nervous looking Lizzie who motioned to the makeup on the girls face, the blonde shook her head slightly motioning to be quiet with a finger to her lips. Evans eyes widened as he studied the gash on the girls face. They all knew it was makeup, but as they had grown protective of the young girl, it scared them all. The all focused in on the girl when the director called action.
--Filming scene--
Maddison, a 13 year old girl who had been kidnapped by Baron Strucker at the age of 5, sat huddled against the bloody wall, her whole body shaking as she slowly lifted her head, a giant gash across her face, towards the man standing in front of her. The man merely raised his hand that held a ragged, rusty dagger and slashed down at the girl, her face getting slashed.
The girl let out a blood curdling scream, a scream so loud it even made Strucker take a step back out of shock. The man then turned on his heel and slammed the cell door closed whispering to the girl. “No one will ever want someone as disgusting as you.”
--Scene over--
The director called cut and y/n stood up and with a lack of emotion on her face and grabbed her water bottle. She had barely gotten a sip of it when she was collided with, a pair of arms wrapping around her, gripping her tightly. The teen squeaked as she tried to move the blonde hair to see the horrified look of all her adult castmates standing around her. She patted the back of what she assumed to be Scarlett with a look of confusion running across her face.
“What was that?” Mark asked as he nervously twisted his hands. “How did you bring that up? That was so real…”
“What do you mean?” Y/n asked as Scarlett finally pulled back. “I’m confused?”
“It was very convincing sounding darling.” The actress said, one hand not leaving the teens arm. “Are you okay?”
“Oh. I’m fine?” She responded. “I did- have you guys never seen any of my movies?”
RDJ looked at the girl sheepishly. “Your movies are intense kid… theyre a little scary for most of us.” The teen barked out a laugh shaking her head.
“My whole career I’ve only done horror movies, that scream just is what it is at this point. Nothing behind it, just 5 years of perfecting it.” She said with a small shrug and a small smirk on her face.
“Jesus kid, you gave us a heart attack as a whole.” Hemsworth chuckled as he ruffled the girls hair making the teen roll her eyes with a small smile as she was called back to the set.
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s0fiasbl0g · 2 years
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Sooo this is my coming out post, kinda :3 I haven’t came out to anyone else yet at all but I feel like this is my safe place since no one around me is very accepting. I’ve been going through sad girly pop shit because my 18th was coming up and now it’s passed I didn’t even know if I was going to like 0ff mys3lf or not that day I’m still a bit afraid I’ll be kicked out honestly. But I think I know finally who I am and at least there’s that I don’t think I’ll be able to tell anyone in person for a long time though.
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aingealcethlenn · 2 years
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DA Chapter 16
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Chapter 15
Harper was back on the run. Three months had passed since she left the farm, and Laura's words still rang through her thoughts when she tried to sit in peace. Guilt? Love? Happiness? Loneliness? Could these really be what was tearing at Harper's heart? She couldn't put it into words. All she knew was that this pain and uncertainty was something she needed to get past quickly.
She sat alone in a clearing. A large oak tree covered with small green flowers stood before her. It was peaceful. The spring air was crisp and clean. Birds chirped their songs as they flew from one branch to another. Small animals scurried about, taking advantage of the warm weather. The world seemed so normal around her; but deep down, she was sure no matter how much she wished for it, she could never have 'normal.' Not after everything she had done.
Harper stood from her spot, grabbed her bag, and walked off into the city. She found a quiet little cafe that offered free Wi-Fi and set herself up at a corner table. After ordering a coffee and a small sandwich, she opened her laptop and set to work. Stark's security wasn't as secure as he thought, so she managed to get into S.H.I.E.L.D.'s system again quickly enough. If killing, in general, made her feel like shit, maybe going after the bad guys could help offset that feeling.
Looking over things, Harper noticed a list of Hydra locations that had recently been researched far more than others. She could only assume Fury was gearing up to send his team out to close down those bases permanently. Jotting down the locations, Harper booked herself a plane ticket to Europe for the next day. Once she was finished with her food and drink, Harper shut down her laptop, paid her bill, grabbed her stuff, and went on her way.
It had been close to a year since Harper had taken off. Though Bucky still went on missions with the rest of the team, his primary focus was finding her. For now, though, he and Steve were tasked to destroy two locations in Germany that were personal to him. They arrived in Bavaria, Germany, at the first location, and though they were both rumored to be abandoned, you never could tell with Hydra.
As they approached the castle, James could tell something wasn't right. It was too easy. There's no way the Zemo family hadn't upgraded security in some way. He couldn’t put his finger on it, but something about it all was making him uneasy. When Steve noticed his worry, he asked if he was alright. "I'm fine. Just... I don't know." He paused for a moment before continuing, "Something just doesn't feel right here." Steve nodded in agreement. While it could very well be nothing, they didn't want to take any chances.
The closer the two men got to the main gate, the more they could see. Not only was the large wooden door down, but looking up at the stone walkway over the gate, James noticed two bodies slumped over the side with pools of blood on the ground below.
As they continued, it was evident someone had beaten them to the location. It seemed the only things still standing were the outer walls of the building itself — the inside nothing but rubble.
"Seems like the Zemo family had more enemies than just S.H.I.E.L.D. that wanted to make sure they stayed out of commission," Steve said quietly as he and Bucky walked through the rubble.
"I don't think that's what this is," James replied, glancing around at the carnage. "I think someone did our job for us."
"What do you mean? No one knew we were coming here."
James pointed to the perimeter wall behind Steve, "That is what I mean."
Steve turned to look where his friend was pointing. "Shit... Is that...?"
"Yeah," James answered softly, "Yeah, it is."
While Bucky and Steve focused on their missions in Germany, Clint and Natasha arrived at a secret lab in Sudan. The place looked pretty much deserted, except for what appeared to be two guards standing at the door.
"Should be a quick in and out, I think," Natasha said.
"If she has Chitauri tech, we can't be so sure," Clint warned.
Natasha rolled her eyes, "We've dealt with worse." Clint shook his head, following Nat as she began approaching the building.
As they got closer, it became clear that the guards would be of no threat to the pair. "What the hell?" Clint muttered under his breath.
"Think it's a trap?" Natasha asked.
Clint pulled an arrow from one of the two men, dislodging it from not only the body but the brick of the building as well. The guard's form slid down the wall before falling to the side. "Nope. No trap," Clint assured, "Someone just beat us to the punch."
"What?" Nat questioned.
He sighed, turning to show Nat the arrow. "Look familiar?"
"It looks like one of yours," she commented.
"Close. I mean... you're right, it's not a standard arrow, but it's not one of mine either."
Clint and Natasha entered the small building and began exploring. They came across a few more bodies spread throughout the building, including that of the doctor that had been working with the technology and creating weapons to use against S.H.I.E.L.D.. When they entered the central lab, they saw that everything had been destroyed - weapons, computers, windows, everything. Nothing would be able to be salvaged, but it seemed that was the point.
Looking around the room, Clint's eyes locked onto the far wall in front of them. "Really?"
"What?" Natasha questioned as her gaze followed his. "Damn it..."
Standing outside the large building on the east side of Berlin, just one day removed from searching the rubble that was the Zemo family castle, Bucky couldn't help but feel tears prick at his eyes. It had been years since he had seen the structure before him, but he still remembered every second inside that hellhole.
It was clear that the area had been long abandoned, but James and Steve still walked in with caution. They walked into the large center room, and Bucky froze in his steps. An oversized chair still sat in the middle.
The giant lab still held desks, computers, recording devices, and so much more. To James, it appeared that nothing had changed since the last time he had been forced to set foot inside. While Bucky's eyes were fixed on the chair, Steve looked around the room, noting the second door on the opposite side and paperwork strewn about.
Bucky finally found his footing again and approached the chair. As he stood in front of it, he noticed something propped up on the seat. "Damn it, Angel," he breathed out.
"What is it?" Steve asked as he turned around.
"Stop," Bucky instructed sharply when he saw Steve attempt to walk toward him. "Don't move."
Steve gave his friend a questioning look. "Buck?" James picked up a pair of wire cutters from the chair. "What are those?"
"Wire cutters, Steve," Bucky sighed.
"What? Why?"
James held up a piece of paper, with Harper and Clint's symbol drawn on it. "Seems Barton's sister left a little present."
"I still don't understand," Steve replied with furrowed brows, crossing his arms over his chest.
"It was a game she played. There's a grenade… or a bomb… somewhere around here... with a wire attached. She left the cutters in case we can find it before we trip it," Bucky explained.
It had only been a week since the teams had returned from Germany and Sudan, but Bucky still couldn’t shake the sense that Harley was trying to get their attention. He knew he had to talk to Clint about it; he was the only one that might be able to give some insight into what she was doing. Bucky walked into the archery range at the compound. He watched Clint working with some recruits, giving them pointers and correcting mistakes. Their forms were fluid and precise; each movement seemingly practiced to perfection.
"You need something, Barnes?" Clint asked, spotting Bucky standing silently near the door.
"Just need to have a word with you if you have time,” he replied.
Barton nodded, directing the recruits to continue their work while he stepped into the hall with Bucky. “What is it?”
“Your sister, Barton,” he answered flatly.
"What about her?" Clint crossed his arms over his chest and leaned against the wall.
"She's hit every location that we've been sent to. Which means she knows where we're going before we do. How?"
"How the hell should I know?" he shrugged. "Harley isn't stupid, Barnes. Knowing her, she probably hacked Stark's security again."
"So what do we do then?" Bucky pressed.
"Nothing," Clint said bluntly. "Look, Barnes, you've been searching for my sister for nine months and are no closer now than when you started. The only difference is that you have proof she is still alive and somewhere close by."
"Then help me," Bucky pleaded. "Help me find her."
Clint sighed deeply, "Listen, Barnes. You know how this works. You and I aren't the best of friends. And I honestly don't give a damn about your feelings for my sister. But Harley..."
"Yeah, I know, she can only be found when she wants to be. But come on, Barton. She is clearly reaching out in her own way here."
"To let us know she's alive, that's all. That's all she ever does.”
"I know that," Bucky sighed, "But what if this is different?"
Clint thought for a moment. "Alright, I'll bite. Say it is. What of it? How do you expect to find her?"
"That's why I need your help. You know her better than I do,” Bucky explained.
Clint snorted humorlessly, "I highly doubt that."
"Please, Barton. Help me out here."
"Fine," Clint relented. "Try the right way first," he suggested. "Find Fury, tell him you need the list of the recent Hydra locations we've been tasked with and any upcoming ones. It doesn't have to be in any order; it just needs the names. If he disagrees, go to Stark. He can get into the system and get the list easily enough. I don't need to know how you get the list, just get it and then come find me."
"Thanks," Bucky smiled gratefully at him.
"Sure,” he waved a hand dismissively as he headed back inside the archery room.
A week later, Bucky met Clint as he walked into the compound. "Barton," he greeted, "I got that list. It took a bit of convincing, but I got it."
"Okay," Clint nodded as he made his way toward one of the elevators. "Let's see if we can figure out where she'll go next."
The two men found an empty conference room with a large map that they could utilize. Clint marked out the few places they had already been to, and Bucky marked off other points of interest he thought Harper might consider off of the list.
"Now that that's done," Clint announced as he leaned back in his seat and stretched his legs out beneath the table, "We have to figure out where she may go next."
Bucky looked over the list of locations that sat on the table in front of him. He recognized most of them, but by name only. Two stood out to him, though. "I could narrow it down to two for us, but that's all I got," he told Barton.
Clint nodded, "Better than nothing. What you got?"
"From what I can tell, she's hit the places that have a connection to her in some way. I see two that I know for sure have a personal connection with her. One in L.A. and one in D.C."
"She's been hitting places that are either abandoned or have little to no risk for civilian casualties," Clint commented as he looked over the map.
"The D.C. location is right in the heart of the city. Unless she was damn careful, I doubt she could take it down without risk," Bucky stated.
"What about the L.A. one?"
"Fairly secluded," Bucky shrugged, "From what I know, it's abandoned, but there could still be some of the family living there."
"There's your answer then," Clint concluded. "Let's just hope she hasn't been there yet."
The two men had arrived in Los Angeles less than twenty-four hours after deciding that was the next logical place that Harper would go. They went straight to the mansion, hoping that it was still standing. When they arrived, they found the large gate at the entrance was open. There were no lights on anywhere in the house, to their relief, the driveway was void of cars, and the doors were locked and chained shut.
"Looks like it's definitely abandoned," Clint commented.
"And not a pile of rubble," Bucky added. "Maybe we did beat her to this one."
The two quickly checked the perimeter, checking all the windows to ensure no one was hidden inside. Finding nothing, they moved onto the garage. Inside were several pieces of machinery that Hydra had left behind, along with a few discarded weapons, which Bucky recognized.
"This could be our chance," Clint remarked as he reached down to pick up what appeared, at least, to be a shotgun that sat beside one of the machines. "We could take some of this back with us."
"Careful with that," Bucky warned. "Some of this stuff may not be exactly what it looks like."
Clint gave him a confused look but didn't ask further questions. The two finished clearing the outside area as quickly as possible, making sure the property was, in fact, abandoned. "Think you can take care of the chain?" Clint asked, knowing they needed to clear inside the home as well.
Bucky walked up to the front door, grabbed the heavy metal chain by the padlock with his left hand, and pulled it free. "No problem," he assured him before stepping over the threshold, dropping the chain to the floor just inside.
Clint followed suit, closing the door behind them as they entered the darkened home. They each went in opposite directions, checking everything they could find before returning to the entryway.
Bucky was the first one to notice the slight noise coming from outside. He glanced up at Clint, "Did you hear something?"
He shook his head slowly, "No."
Bucky turned to check out the window, careful not to move the blinds. "We have company," he told Clint. Walking to the steps directly in front of the door, he sat down, resting his forearms on his knees. It didn't take long before the door slowly opened. "Welcome home," Bucky greeted flatly.
Harper walked cautiously into the house with a pistol held tightly in her grip, aimed directly at Bucky’s head. Her eyes scanned the area quickly, spotting Clint in the next room as she looked for anything suspicious. Once she realized neither of the men posed any immediate danger to her, she lowered the gun slightly. "What the fuck are you two doing here?" she growled out.
"Why do you think we're here?" Clint replied simply, stepping into the entryway.
She scowled. "Because you can't leave well enough alone?" Bucky smirked as she continued, "You think I don't know you've been tracking me, soldier?"
"You're one to talk, Angel. Hitting Hydra locations you knew damn well we'd go to, leaving your mark behind for us to find," Bucky countered. "Not very subtle, huh?"
Harper's lips twisted into a grimace, "It was a message, nothing more."
"Oh really?" Clint raised an eyebrow.
"Yeah. Just like any time before. It was so that you knew I was fine. It wasn't some cry for help or a sign for you to find me. It was just a fucking message," Harper spat at him angrily.
"You only ever left them sporadically, Harley, not at every damn location. You and I both know this is different," Clint argued.
"No. This isn't different," Harper snapped.
"Bullshit," Bucky chimed in. "You weren't subtle about it. You left giant fucking symbols and buildings turned to nothing but piles of bricks. Let's not forget your little wire game in Berlin."
"Did you like that, soldier?" she mocked. "I knew you would be the one to show up there, so I left it just for you," she sneered at him.
"Cute," he retorted. "But you're not going to get out of this that easily, Harley."
"Don't be so sure about that," she smirked evilly.
Bucky stood from his spot, stepping down a couple of stairs to the floor. As he got closer to Harper, she stepped back, inching her way out the door. "You don't want to run. Not really," he continued as he neared her.
"I always run, Barnes," she muttered quietly.
"You can fool your brother, but you're not fooling me," he chuckled. "You wanted to get caught."
She paused at his words, looking at him with wide eyes for a moment before she laughed nervously. She shook her head rapidly, "You’re crazy," she breathed out.
"Am I?" he challenged. Bucky quickly reached out and grabbed her upper arm just before she inadvertently fell down the porch steps. His grip tight, he dragged her toward him. "Tell me the truth," he demanded in a quiet whisper so only she could hear.
Her gaze shifted nervously between the floor and the man standing above her. "Fine," she replied in a whisper of her own. "I wanted you to come for me," she admitted softly.
"Why?" he questioned, letting go of her arm.
Harper sighed, shaking her head. "You know why," she murmured.
Clint leaned against the banister, watching the two of them interact. He couldn't hear what they were saying, but that didn't matter because he could read their body language perfectly. He had never seen his sister look so... vulnerable. Even when she was stuck in the hospital bed, she still was on her guard. But with Bucky? That faded away. She didn't seem like a woman who was afraid anymore; she seemed like an entirely different person. It was almost like looking at a complete stranger. "Would you two like some privacy?" he inquired suddenly.
Harper jumped when she heard Clint speak, all but forgetting her brother was even there. "No," she answered shortly.
Bucky rolled his eyes, giving Clint a pointed look before returning his attention back to Harper. "Just come back with us, Harley. No more running," he pleaded.
Harper remained silent for a moment as she looked between the two men. "No," she finally said.
“What do you mean no?” Bucky questioned firmly.
“I don’t know how to make it any clearer, Barnes.”
“What are you so afraid of? Why are you so damn scared of staying?” he pressed.
“I’m not-”
“I think,” Bucky interrupted, “It’s because you can see a future… a happy one… And that terrifies you to think that you could allow yourself to have that.” Her eyes softened and he could see the idea playing in her mind.
"Harley…" Clint tried.
"No," she cut him off sharply, clearing her throat and recentering herself. "I'm not going back to New York," she declared.
Clint let out a defeated sigh before nodding his agreement. "Fine."
"Fine?" Bucky glared at Clint. He had hoped that he was getting through to the both of them, but it seemed he was mistaken.
"Barnes, just leave it," Clint sighed tiredly. "I promise it isn't worth the fight."
Before either man could stop her, Harper took off out the door. She hopped in her car and sped out of the driveway.
"We can't just let her walk away," Bucky protested. “We were so close to-”
"Can't? Or won't?" Clint shot back. "Look, if you try to fight her, you're gonna lose her for good. She’s not ready to change, and you’re not going to convince her otherwise."
"So am I supposed to stand around while she goes and tries to get herself killed again?" he questioned.
"If that's her choice, yes," Clint countered. "I know it's not what you want to hear, trust me. But she's too stubborn to give in to what someone else wants her to do. She has to make the choice on her own."
Bucky began to argue. "But -"
"Barnes, just stop," Clint interrupted him. "There's nothing you can do. I understand there is something between you two, but you have to let her come to terms with it on her own. There's nothing you can say right now that will change her mind." He walked out of the house toward their car. Bucky reluctantly followed. "She'll come around," Clint tried to assure him. "For now, let's just get some agents here to empty the house and move on to the next mission."
Bucky nodded in silent agreement before dropping into the passenger seat. "You better be right," he muttered under his breath as he closed the door.
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VICTOR SAYS "CHAOS AND ORDER" AND THE CAMERA FOCUSES ON LOKI AND MOBIUS.
THEY ARE THE REPRESENTATION OF CHAOS AND ORDER
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dovelywind · 11 months
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ꕥ| Peter Quill, Gamora, Rocket Raccoon, Groot, Drax, Nebula, Mantis, Kraglin, & Cosmo — GUARDIANS OF THE GALAXY VOL. 3
“…me and my friends are going to go flying together into the forever and beautiful sky…”
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loomontoia · 8 days
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My family
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Bucky: *trying to pull Y/N up from the side of a cliff she fell off of* Y/N, I can’t hang on!
Y/N: Pretend I’m your teammate, Bucky!
Bucky: *loosens his grip*
Y/N: NOT PETER- NOT PETER
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theravenlyn-art · 5 months
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she was like an angel to me
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thespringsoldier · 9 months
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I get that they have to get rid of old guard marvel characters because the actors are like moving on with their careers and shit but how come the men get to go home to their families, have happy endings, and the women have to die for shock value or to move the plot along?
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juiles · 7 months
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Sticking Out Sucks pt 2
Summary: After a good nights sleep, the three of you have a good heart to heart and when it comes time to it, they stuck up for you against the team, showing you how much they truly love you.
Age: 13
Warnings: blood, slight anxiety other then that pure and utter fluff.
Type: fluff, fluff and more fluff.
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(the pic in the middle is my little sister so please don’t take without credit!)
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Y/n’s pov
I don’t remember much of last night after knocking the mop over all I know is that Wanda and Natasha at one point we’re comforting me which was weird in itself.
I stirred slightly before noticing a presence beside me, well more like under me. my head was laid against someone’s chest, i could hear their steady heartbeat and smell their perfume. My eyes fluttered open slowly and the first thing i saw was a mass of red hair. I gasped wrenching out of her arms but winced when an IV pulled my skin. “Shit…”
Wanda shot up from her position, asleep next to the bed in a chair and reached her hands out. “Baby don’t pull on that. We’ll get it taken out properly.” My head whipped up to stare at her as she stood across the bed from me, one arm stretched out, the other clutching the sheets under Natasha who had propped herself up on her elbows staring at me confused.
“Wha- why- what’s g-going on?” My voice came out in a hoarse whisper, grating against the throat.
“You got shot yesterday detka… you almost passed out in the hallway. Turns out you also had a fever. You spent the night in the medbay. We didn’t want to leave you alone.” Wanda explained softly sitting back down, giving me space to figure out what was going on.
“But-but why was I sleeping on Natasha…?” A glimpse of sadness flickered over the redheads eyes before she gently smiled. “You were upset last night darling so you asked me to cuddle. Come here, let me take the IV out and we can go find somewhere more comfortable to talk hmm?” I bit my lip nodding carefully, sizing them both up before I took small steps toward the bed where Natasha gently took my hand and pulled the IV drip out of my arm. She placed a bandage over the spot, kissing it, almost out of instinct.
A look of confusion must have flickered across my face because Wanda sighed softly. “Come darling, let’s go sit in the living room hmm?” I retracted my hands and interlaced them together in front of me and followed the couple as we went towards the living room. They seemed to have a conversation with each other through their minds.
I sighed as my anxiety started to increase. I struggled the most being around these two as I’ve always wished they could almost mother figures towards me however they don’t like me. They sat on the couch, side by side, their hands interlaced. I sat in an armchair, crossing my legs underneath me, causing me to wince before untucking my left leg and let it hang down, swinging back and forth slightly. My head was tucked down, my eyes staring at my hands which were now picking at my skin around my thumbs, a bad habit I picked up from being around Natasha.
“We need to talk to you detka.” Natasha said quietly. “We messed up in the past. We shouldn’t have been treating you the way we were. It wasn’t fair.”
“You’re right it wasn’t.” I snapped, my defences coming out as i glanced up at them through my eyelashes, the look of sadness flickered across their faces confused me.
“Detka… let us finish okay?” Wanda said softly, I nodded softly in response. “We messed up. We want to make things right and explain why we acted the way we did. Can we do that?” I nodded softly finally looking up at them as Natasha continued. “You shouldn’t be on this team. Not because you aren’t skilled enough but because you’re still so young. You deserve better, to try and live as a teenager. We hoped maybe if we didn’t get close to you then maybe you would want to leave. You would ask Fury to move you… but you’re to stubborn for that.” I snorted slightly nodding my head, knowing fine well she’s right on that count.
“You are so important malyshka. You deserve to have a family which if you would like, me and Natasha would like to be that for you. Even if you don’t want us to be your official parents, we would still like to be your guardians y/n. People you can rely on. Talk to. Go to if you’re upset or scared or hurt.” Wanda said, her eyes full of fear, fear of what? I have no idea, all I know is I never wanted her to feel it again. “Last night when you were out of it, you called us mama and momma. It really made us realize how much we care about you.”
During her talk, my eyes welled up, tears filling them up, my hands picking at the skin even more now, causing it to bleed. I leaped out of my seat and clambered into Natasha’s arms, my tears turning into light sobs as I buried into her neck. “Mama… it was real… you-you… you wanted me…”
Natasha’s arms wrapped around my body, pulling me into her, rocking was back and forth gently. I felt warm drops on my head and looked up at her blinking softly. “Mama… don’t cry…”
“They’re happy tears detka… I’m just glad you feel so safe with us… we love you so much and we will spend the rest of our lives showing you that.” She said pressing kisses all over my face, making me erupt in giggles before Wanda stole me and tugged me on to her lap, her arms wrapped around my waist, pressing kisses into my head. “We love you so much detka… so much…”
“I love you guys too momma…” I murmured burying into the crook of her neck, my arms wrapping around her neck. I yawned softly into her neck and then felt her chuckle softly. “If you’re sleepy detka, take a nap, we won’t go anywhere okay?” I nodded softly into her neck and after reaching my arm out for Natasha who placed her hand in mine allowing me to pull her closer, snuggled into the two falling asleep rather quickly.
Natasha’s pov
Y/n pulling my arm so I was wrapped around her and Wanda made my heart flutter. This sweet girl took our talk so well. She’s already so comfortable around us. I love her so much. It makes my whole body melt. The three of us sat like this, cuddled together, Wanda and I just chatting about nothing until a loud bang of a door slamming opened, caused y/n to jump and start shaking in our arms.
“Shhh… you’re okay detka… it was just the guys being loud… you’re okay…” Wanda muttered into the girls hair squeezing her slightly. I shot a hard glance at Tony, Thor and Sam who stumbled in laughing loudly. They all froze seeing my glance and gulped. “Sorry… didn’t mean to wake your girlfriend Tasha…”
“You didn’t. You woke our daughter asshole.” Wanda snapped looking up at Tony who raised an eyebrow and stepped forward seeing y/n in our arms, a small shake still running through her small body. “You’re-you’re… sorry do we like her now?”
“We’ve always liked her Stark. Honestly I’m so annoyed with you guys. By the way, you’re lucky that y/n needs me right now. I’m close to snapping your neck. You are the reason she got shot yesterday the. you had the audacity to blame it on her?! Youre fucking sick. She’s a kid! She doesn’t deserve to be treated the way we have all been treating her.” I warned sending him one of my classic Natasha glares. The man visible gulped and took three steps back. “From now on, Wanda and I will be in charge of y/n. If you treat her badly, you will pay. She also won’t be going on missions until we agree she’s ready and old enough. Do you understand me?!” All three men nodded quickly before shooting out of the room. I took a deep breath before a soft whisper came from below me.
“Mama…?” I looked down to see y/n’s bright green eyes staring up at me. “Really…? No more missions…? No more… having to hurt people?”
Wanda squeezed her eyes shut, a sob choking out of her throat. “Momma??”
“No baby. No more missions or hurting others. From now on you will be a teenager. A regular kid who has two living mamas okay?” Y/n broke into a grin and flung her arms around both of our necks repeating thank you over and over. “I love you mama.” She said placing a kiss on my cheek. “I love you momma.” She said placing a soft kiss on Wanda’s cheek, making the brunette grin widely and attack her face with an abundance of kisses.
“And we love you to detka. With all our hearts.”
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Clint arrived home in his S.H.I.E.L.D. uniform after having just returned from his latest mission. He entered the pitch-black house with his quiver on his back and bow in hand. As he crossed the threshold, he felt something was off. Someone was inside his home. He couldn't see them or hear anything, but he knew they were there.
He stood stock-still for several seconds as he tried to figure out just where in the house the intruder may be. Clint didn't appreciate feeling so vulnerable in his own home. He took a deep breath in through his nose, trying to clear his head and focus.
"I know you're in here," he called out to the darkness. Clint waited, listening intently for any sign of life, only to be met with silence. No footsteps, no breathing, nothing. As Clint slowly walked farther into the home, he caught a hint of movement out of his peripheral on his right side. Without hesitation, he reached back with his left hand, grabbed an arrow from his quiver, and fired into the shadows.
The stranger sidestepped the projectile with ease, causing it to lodge in the wall behind them. "You're losing your touch, Hawk."
"I missed? I never miss. I can’t miss," he mumbled to himself, though he never took his eyes from the direction the voice had come from.
"Well, you almost never miss," the stranger quipped.
"How... I... Who are you?" he asked, struggling to make sense of this situation.
"Who am I? The ‘archer who never misses’ can't even remember the one person that can avoid his arrow," the stranger said as they began to step further into the living room.
Clint could now see a faint outline of their form as the person moved into more light. He could make out that they were wearing a black cloak as the edges fluttered softly as the stranger continued to step closer to him. They lowered their hood, and Clint's eyes grew wide at what he saw. A mix of shock, disbelief, and horror flashed across his face before finally settling on apprehension and confusion.
She was beautiful. Her pale face was framed by flowing blonde hair that fell past her shoulders. Her green eyes looked deep into Clint's soul. She was dressed all in black with gold accents. She was gorgeous and yet, dangerous.
"It's been a while, Hawk," she stated, her voice echoing around the quiet room.
"How did you find me?" Clint asked, not moving his gaze from hers.
"All these years... and you're still as predictable as the moon," she said matter of factly.
Her comment caused Clint to scoff. He turned away from her and walked towards the kitchen, flipping the light switch on as he entered. He took the quiver from his back, placing it on a small table along with his bow. "What do you want, Harper Lee?"
She followed him, closing the distance between them. His senses still heightened as she drew closer, and his heart rate increased. He never knew what to expect from her.
"Is this really how it's going to be?” she questioned in the same monotone voice. “What is so wrong with a sister visiting her favorite brother?"
"I'm your only brother," Clint pointed out.
"Exactly," she stated with a smirk. "Which also makes you my favorite.”
"Harp-"
She cut him off. "Do you think that maybe…” she began as she leaned against the table, “After all this time, you could give me the benefit of the doubt?"
Clint rolled his eyes. "Don't get smart with me," he retorted, glaring at her. "We both know that this is a ruse."
"Maybe it is... Maybe it isn't," she shrugged.
He crossed his arms and leaned against the counter. The two siblings stared at each other in silence for several minutes, the tension between them becoming unbearable. Eventually, Clint broke eye contact. "Fine," he conceded, turning on his heel to walk back into the living room.
Harper followed suit, taking off her cloak and draping it over the back of the couch before taking a seat. Clint sat down on a second sofa opposite his sister. They looked at each other for a few moments, silently debating what to say next. Finally, Harper cleared her throat. "So... How, uh, how's Natasha?"
"Really?" Clint asked sarcastically.
"What do you want from me, Hawk?" she snapped.
"I don't know! But some bullshit small talk isn't it!" he fired back. Harper rolled her eyes in response, causing the siblings to sit in silence once again.
Just as Clint was about to say something to break the awkwardness, his phone went off in his pocket. Pulling it out and seeing the name on the screen, he motioned for his sister to stay quiet.
"Hey," he answered.
"Hey, I know you left for the day, but I have some paperwork I need you to look over. Are you home yet?"
"Uh, now's not a good time, Nat. I have some... some unexpected company," he told her.
"Company? Are you okay?" Natasha asked, rightfully concerned.
"Yeah. It's fine. Just not a good time," Clint tried to assure her.
"Who's there?" Nat pressed.
"Don’t worry about it. I’m fine. I just have some company,” he repeated, trying to end the call quickly before Natasha could try to get anything from him. “I'll be at the compound tomorrow. We can talk then."
"Yeah, alright," she agreed.
Clint hung up his phone, setting it aside and turning his attention back to his sister. "So, are you going to tell me why you're here? Or am I just supposed to play into your game like always?"
"Why does it always have to be a fight when we see each other?"
"Because every time we see each other, you have some ulterior motive for being there," Clint complained. “Hell, you even managed to ruin my wedding day.”
"In my defense, she wasn’t right for you, Hawk. Besides, that's not even true," she replied defensively. "The last time we-"
"The last time we saw each other, you shot me, Harley!" he yelled, "Why do you think we haven't seen each other in years? Huh? And now you show up, unannounced, breaking into my house, and you can't even tell me why you're here.”
Harper stayed silent, his tone making it clear that it wasn’t worth her time to try to talk. She stood up, grabbed her cloak, and began walking toward the front door of the home. "You know, you're right, Clint. I shouldn't have come. I don't know what I was thinking or what I had hoped it would accomplish." Harper reached for the handle, turning it slightly and opening the door. "See you later, Hawk," she said quietly before leaving the house.
The events of the night before still played through Barton's mind as he arrived at the compound the following day. Why had his sister made an appearance? And why now?
Natasha had wasted no time tracking Clint down, finding him in one of the training rooms with his quiver and bow. "So... how was your company last night?" she inquired.
"What?" Clint asked in response, not catching onto Natasha's meaning.
"Your... ‘company’?" she clarified.
Clint glanced up at her as if she had just spoken in a foreign language. "Oh. That," Clint replied, finally realizing what she was hinting at. He shifted uncomfortably in his spot as he thought back to the incident. "Nothing too exciting." Natasha raised her eyebrow, clearly unconvinced. He cleared his throat before continuing, "It was just an old friend, Nat. That's all."
Natasha looked confused by his statement. She tilted her head to the side, asking, "What do you mean an 'old friend'?"
"It's no one to worry about. I got it handled."
"If you have it handled, what's that?" she pointed to the target at the other end of the room.
Clint turned to glance at it momentarily. "Just shooting practice," he responded casually.
"Shooting practice?" Natasha repeated skeptically. "You don't miss, Clint. What do you need to practice for?"
"I appreciate the concern, Natasha, but you're not going to get what you're looking for," he scoffed.
"Whatever you say, Barton," Natasha muttered as she turned to leave. "By the way," she added, calling over her shoulder, "You missed the center." She smirked as she shut the door behind her.
Clint remained standing there until he heard the sound of the elevator across the hall opening. He walked over to the target to retrieve the arrows he had shot and noticed that he had indeed missed his mark. Just barely, but it was still off. He sighed deeply, running his hand down his face. I can’t miss. If I miss, it means I’m just another dude with a bow. It means I’ve been fooling myself this whole time. I can’t miss. Why do I let her get to me like this?
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Were you expecting someone?
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summary: thinking it’s a day like any other, you simply busy yourself with some homework and your hobbies, until there’s suddenly a gun pointed at your head
pairing: Natasha x daughter reader, Yelena x niece reader, Melina & Alexei x granddaughter reader
warnings: a gun? 
genre: fluff
words: 1265
a/n: I thought there should be way more content about the Widow family. I love to see more of the concept of Melina and Alexei with a grandchild
You do not have my permission to repost, copy or translate my work 
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When you woke up this morning, you were not expecting the situation you were currently in. Because you were wearing your headphones, you had not heard anyone enter the house. Your mom told you she would be gone until late afternoon, and while you were busying yourself with some drawings, you had completely forgotten the time.
Not that it mattered, really. Usually, when your mom comes home she’d always let you know, whether she’d send you a text or simply come into your room and say hi. 
This situation however, was slightly different. One moment you were peacefully sketching some ideas you were working on, and the next moment you could feel the cold metal of a gun pressed against your temple. You slowly looked up from your sketchbook, not making any sudden movements. 
You thought the woman in the room was simply another Widow from the Red Room, sent to assassinate you. You’d been dealing with those ever since you escaped two years ago. 
When you didn’t feel the woman relax her grip on the gun, nor feeling a bullet piercing your skull, you decided to handle the situation yourself. You turned around swiftly, grabbing the gun and pulling it towards yourself, managing to yank the woman forward and knee her in the gut. You pushed her to the side, holding the gun tightly as she let it go in surprise. 
She made a move quickly, hitting you across the face. You replied by swiping her legs from under her, letting her fall to the ground as you ran out the room. 
You made a run to the stairs, moving to get down as fast as possible. When you did, you saw two other people standing in the living room. It was a man and a younger woman. She couldn’t have been older than 25. 
Your eyes widened in surprise as you made a move to run to the front door. You could hear the woman from upstairs making her way down as well. Once you reached the door however, it opened, revealing your mom standing in the doorway holding some groceries. 
She smiled at you, then frowned when she saw blood on your face. 
“We have to go,” you said quickly, grabbing her hand and trying to run away. She however, didn’t move. You turned around to see her stifling a laugh. 
“Were you expecting someone?” you asked her, letting go of her hand and looking at her. “I’m sorry,” she just told you, letting a laugh escape. 
She grabbed your arm and dragged you into the living room, setting her bags down before pushing you onto a chair, making a move to grab the first aid kit. “Natasha, Who is that?” you heard the woman from before ask in a strong Russian accent. “I should have warned you,” she said, sitting next to you and carefully cleaning up the blood from your face. 
“Yeah, you really should have,” you told, wincing slightly when she pressed the alcohol cloth onto the wound. 
“I’m not too pleased you injured her though,” Natasha told the woman. “She attacked first,” the woman replied. You frowned and looked at the woman. “You held a gun to my head!” you told her. The younger woman grinned, clearly finding the situation amusing. 
“Y/N, meet my family, guys, meet my daughter,” Natasha said, putting a band-aid on your forehead before cleaning up the things she used, stashing the first aid kit back into the cupboard it came from. 
“How?” the younger woman simply asked, sitting down on the other side of you. “Dreykov created her using my eggs after I was sterilized. I didn’t know about her until two years ago,” Natasha explained, grabbing you a glass of water to help with the headache she knew was going to form. 
You thanked her for the water and looked at the other two people standing in the room. They hadn’t made a move to sit down yet. 
“Y/N, meet Melina, Alexei and Yelena,” Natasha introduced, motioning to the person she meant when she said their name. “Yelena’s my sister-” “And now an aunt too,” Yelena interrupted, also having a heavy Russian accent. She seemed ecstatic by that fact. You smiled at her and simply drank some of your water. “Are you going to stand and glare or…” you said slowly, referring to Melina and Alexei. 
Slowly they sat down. The moment they did, Alexei smiled. “Welcome to the family!” he said excitedly, motioning his hands up a little. 
Melina now smiled too, getting up and moving towards the fridge. “We need to celebrate,” she simply said as she opened it and reached for a bottle of vodka. She opened some cupboards until she found the one holding the glasses, and grabbed some shot glasses. 
She put them on the table and filled them. There were five of them, but you decided not too say anything. Natasha would never let you drink it anyway.
Melina put a glass in front of everyone, you included. 
She lifted her glass, as if to make a little toast. “Welcome to the family,” she said as she drank the vodka. Yelena and Alexei did the same, while you just looked at Natasha and smiled awkwardly. 
She returned your smile, grabbing her own shot of vodka and drinking it. You didn’t touch yours. “You are not drinking?” Melina asked, stating the obvious. You smiled at her and shook your head. “I’m 16,” you told her, and Melina frowned. 
“So?” 
“We’re in the United States… It's illegal here. Besides, it's like three pm…” you told her, glancing at the clock. “It is always good time for a drink,” Melina simply replied, pouring herself another glass. You smiled and grabbed your water, finishing the glass. Of course you drank vodka before. You were a Russian after all, but your mother didn’t need to know that.
After Yelena swiped your glass and drank it herself, you turned to your mother. “Can I go now?” you asked, wanting to get out of the awkward family get together. 
Natasha smiled and nodded. You got up from your chair and made your way upstairs, immediately jumping onto your bed and grabbing your phone, wanting to tell Wanda everything that just happened. 
You talked with Wanda on the phone for a while, explaining how Melina had you at gunpoint and about how bad you felt you threw her on the ground. Wanda laughed at certain things you told her, feeling as though it was a situation you could both laugh about, and you didn’t actually feel bad about something. You two talked for a few hours, simply enjoying hearing the other talk. Then Wanda had to go, saying her dinner she ordered had arrived. 
A few minutes after hanging up the phone, you heard a knock on your door. When it opened Yelena walked inside. 
“So this is your room huh?” Yelena said as she looked around your room, picking up some stuff and flipping through your sketchbook. “Cool,” she said, sitting down on your desk chair. “Natasha told me to come get you because the food is here.”
“Thanks,” you told her, rolling from the middle of the bed to the side, so you could plug your phone into its charger and get up. 
“I think we’ll be good friends,” Yelena said, getting up herself and exiting your room, followed by you. You smiled. This definitely wasn’t how you expected meeting Natasha’s family, had you known about them, but you couldn’t deny you were excited to get to know them better. 
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realistically, spider-man has probably befriended loads of vigilantes ( maybe even kind of sort of criminals ) while patrolling and he’s probably got thousands of connections without realizing it.
at this point in time he’s been to loads of avengers meetings and debriefs and while it’ll never NOT be cool, he isn’t.. it just isn’t something he looks forward too or stressed about anymore.
so he’s been caught late a few times, stumbling in mumbling apologies and excuses ( tony teases him for it— oh are we not cool enough for you? )
he’s late for a briefing this time, some sort of underground network of bases ( it’s a secret lair, why can’t they just call it a secret lair? ) and peter isn’t really surprised, he’s worked on these sorts of missions before—
“oh, mr captain rogers — deadpool is already working on this one, he invited me yesterday but i was napping and missed the call, don’t tell him that though he’ll get sad.”
and suddenly he’s being questioned by everyone but clint who wasn’t all that surprised ( neither was natasha, but what bussiness did peter have talking to people like deadpool? )
“when the hell did you start talking to deadpool—”
“ he has your NUMBER?—”
“ we’re friends mr stark— what do you mean— i know other— of course i’m friends with other vigila— is anyone listening?? ”
“did you hack karen? why wasn’t i— this should be in the baby monitor—”
“why did he contact you of all people— is he doing this alone? do you know how dangerous—”
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