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Natasha Romanoff x Fem reader

I don’t really care if it’s a one shot type thing or a story with a couple parts, I will leave that completely up to you but it’s so hard for me to find stories with the reader and Nat dancing together and I love your work so I was wondering if you could please write a story where the reader is a prima ballerina. She lives in the city and during some kind of attack something happens and Natasha ends up saving her. The dancer falls in love with Nat as soon as she sees her and after the attack Natasha wants to see her again so they start dancing together and then fall in love and start dating.

Dance with me

Hope you enjoyed this! I really had fun writhing it and would 100% be done to continue writing in this AU.

Summary: You had the weirdest luck, from being in the city where the Avengers are facing a newest threat, to being saved by the Black Widow, and seeing that same Black Widow entry your dance store. See, the weirdest luck.

Warning; Angst with a happy ending, Fluff, love confession, attempted assault in the beginning, mention of past trauma, Natasha needs the biggest hug, guilt, a form of self harm, mention of the Red Room.

Word Count: 4.4k

“You got to be kidding me,” you mumbled as ran you down the sidewalk as a car exploded next to you. Running down an alley, trying to escape the violence. Your heart was beating against your rib cage as you tried to catch your breath. Sweat pouring down your back. You were in Chicago for three days for a dance convention, and one of your students was performing. It happened to line up with the Avengers creating havoc on the city. You knew it wasn’t their fault but damn you had the worst luck. You flinched as another explosion rocked the streets and a scream echoed in the distance. A man appeared in the face of the alley, wearing all black and holding an assault rifle.

“Well hello beautiful,” he was British, and the smile he wore made your stomach drop. You hated it. “What are you doing here, little bird?” You didn’t answer as you walked backward, your eyes never leaving the man. “Cat got your tongue.” Your back hit the brick wall, you were trapped. “It’s hell out there and I need some stress relief.” When he got closer to you, his gloved hand gripped your chin. “I bet you can help. Won’t you baby?” Your lips began to shake as your eyes closed. Your body froze, unable to scream or fight back or run. Soon the grip on your chin was removed and you heard a pained grunt. You snapped your eyes open and saw a woman, wearing all black and bright red hair. She kicked your attacker once, twice in the stomach before handcuffing him to the dumpster.

“Are you alright?” She asked, looking at you. Your eyes flickered to her and your assailant, who now had blood dripping from the side of his head.

“Yeah,” you whispered, voice and handshaking. “Yeah,” it was steadier as you stared at the Avenger. The Black Widow. Shit, she was prettier in person. “He didn’t get a chance to do anything.” Her green eyes sent daggers to the unconscious man but an explosion rocked the city. You stumbled slightly and she placed her hands on your waist to catch you. You felt your stomach drop as her cold skin could be felt through your thin tank top. But Natasha wasn’t affected by the interaction.

“Look I have to go,” she removed her hold on you. “Can you make it back home safe?” You nodded. You weren’t completely helpless. “Good. Be safe.”

“You too,” you called after her as ran to join the fight. “And thank you.” You noticed the stutter in her steep and she disappeared. You let out a breathless sigh, slumping back against the wall. You had the weirdest luck.

There was a buzzing that formed underneath Natasha’s skin. The buzzing wouldn’t go away no matter how much she worked her body - spending hours in the gun range, sparring with Steve, and punching the sandbag until her knuckles bleed. The buzzing remained. She concluded a new outlet was needed to release this energy. So she walked the surprisingly empty streets of New York City with her hoodie up to cover her face. The last thing she wanted was to be recognized as an Avenger when the media was portraying them as villains. She opened the dance shop, and a soft bell alerted her presence to the owners. “I’ll be right with you,” a voice called out. In Natasha’s muffled mind, the voice sounded familiar. But she didn’t dwell too much on it. The hood covering her face fell as she walked over to the wall of pointe shoes. This was the last store she wanted to be in but she needed to make the buzzing stop. The Red Room used ballet as a punishment rather than a training tool. For hours, she and other girls were forced to endure training, learning different variations, and techniques. Sometimes she could still feel the whip on the back of her calves when her form wasn’t correct. She needed that reminder of the Red Room instructors yelling at her. The way her muscles cramped and twitched because they weren’t allowed breaks. She deserved the pain. She wasn’t good enough, she was failing.

“Hi, how can I-” the voice trailed off. Natasha knew why the voice sounded familiar. It was you, the girl she saved in Chicago from that pig of a man. She made sure to throw him a little harder against the metal van that arrested him. “Sorry, can I help you find anything? Or are you just looking?” She blinked once, twice at you. That was different. She was used to the fan-girls crushing over her or the hateful glares she received on the streets but you acted like she was a normal customer.

“Pointe shoes,” Natasha said simply. “I need a new pair.” You smiled.

“I’m guessing you’ve been fitted for shoes before,” the redhead wasn’t sure how to tell you that she was forced to endure a fitting.

“It’s been a while,” your smile didn’t change.

“That’s fine! Just tell me what size you think you are and I’ll grab some options. There is a studio through that door and we’ll try them on in there,” Natasha did just that. She told you her shoe size and walked into the dance studio. It was as if the air was sucked out of her lungs as she stood in the familiar space. The studio was small but it had a wall of mirrors and a ballet bar. Posters were hung on the walls. Natasha couldn’t help but feel that fear as she sat down and waited for you. That fear made her stomach twist and her heart beat against her ribs. A part of her enjoyed it, the anticipation of when she was going to be hit. She knew it was sick and twisted but she deserved it.

You were freaking out. The Black Widow. The Natasha Romanoff was in your little hole-in-the-wall dance store buying pointe shoes. What the fuck was going on? But you had a job to do so you let out a shaky breath and grabbed a few options for her to try on. When you entered the small dance studio, she was sitting on the floor with her leggings rolled up to her knees. “So I brought a few pairs and we’ll find your perfect pair of shoes,” she didn’t return your smile. She looked lost in thought.

“Right,” she took the first box that you handed her. “Thank you,” a small smile formed on her lips. It was tight, strained as it took everything in her to smile. You wondered what was bothering her. She began the process of putting on the shoes, slipping her sneakers and socks off, and tying the ribbon. She did it like a pro. Natasha stood up as you remained sitting. “I didn’t think I’d see you again,” she broke the silence.

“You didn’t think I’d get home safe,” you teased. “I’m not that helpless.” Natasha frowned.

“I didn’t mean it like that.”

“I know, Natasha, I’m just joking,” you didn’t mean to offend her. “Can you go up on pointe for me?” She did. Her legs shook a little but it was to be expected since she wasn’t training every day. You didn’t like the way they looked. “How do they feel?” You asked

“A little loose,” she came back down. “Sorry,” you were startled by her apology.

“It’s alright,” you said. “My job is to find the right shoe for you, no matter how long it takes.”

You found a pair that Natasha was happy with. Well…you hopped she was happy with the pair. It was hard to read her expression when she didn’t show any real emotion. While you rang her out, she was looking at the pictures you had displayed behind the counter. It was the students that you gave private lessons to when you weren’t running the store or at your rehearsal. “I wasn’t aware this store was a dance company.” She said, taking the bag from you.

“We aren’t,” you said. “I give private lessons.”

“Do you dance professionally?” You nodded.

“I dance for the New York City Ballet,” it was the first time you saw a flicker of emotion across her face. She was impressed. “In my downtime, I help run the store and teach. It’s not easy to live in the city on a dancer’s salary,” Natasha chuckled.

“Do you rent out the space for private use?” You normally didn’t but you were curious.

“Does the Avenger Tower not have a dance studio?” You questioned.

“It does,” the redhead slowly. “But I don’t dance in front of them.” You understood that. Dancing could be a vulnerable act, pouring so much of yourself into it. You had an idea. Opening the top drawer, you pulled out an extra key to the back door. It leads right into the dance studio. You put your hand on the counter, covering it.

“I have a proposition,” you said. She raised a curious eyebrow. “I’m going to give you an extra key to the dance studio and you can come to use it whenever you like,” you removed your hand showing her the key. “And if you ever need a dance partner you’ll give me a call.” Natasha frowned.

“You don’t have to do that. I don’t want to get you in trouble.”

“I know I don’t but I want to,” you slide the key over to her. “I’ll clear it with the owners so don’t worry about it. Besides, you saved my life it’s the least I can do.” Natasha hesitated but took the key.

“Thank you,” she smiled. It was the first real one she gave you.

“No need to thank me. I hope to see you around,” she nodded and pulled her hoodie up before leaving the store. You couldn’t help but watch the way left. It was strange, stupid really to worry about someone you barely knew. Especially an Avenger but you worried about Natasha. She just seemed sad and upset. You desperately wanted to help.

You weren’t always around when Natasha used the key to the dance studio and she was grateful for that. You had a presence about you that scared Natasha. It made the buzzing underneath her skin increase and no amount of hours dancing would stop it. But there were days Natasha wished you were there. On the days you happened to be in the studio when she came around, you offered her a kind smile and that was it. You didn’t hound her with questions or force her to talk, you just let her be. It was oddly nice.

A trend was forming, you weren’t a detective or a police officer, even though you had a guilty pleasure for true crime TV shows but you noticed it right away. When Natasha would slip into the dance studio, you saw the horrific words spewed by the media, politicians, and the general public about the Avengers. They were called monsters, villains, and killers. Unfortunately, Natasha received more hate compared to her male teammates.

At the end of you the day, you were a dancer and a choreographer. You saw the story and emotion behind each dance the Black Widow did. You felt the anger, the pain, and the guilt she carried. It was so unfair and you wanted to take it all away.

According to a news article you read, you saw the Avengers were returning from DC. The meeting went well better than most but you saw that once again Natasha was left to defend her character and her allegiance to this country. It made your blood boil.

So you were ready when the Black Widow opened the back door. A scowl was on her face but it lessened slightly when she saw you. You tried not to read too much into that. “Hi,” you said. “Do you want to dance with me?” She barely had time to close the door before she asked your question. “We don’t have to,” you gave her an out. “We’ve seen each other dance individually so I thought it would be fun to dance together,” she continued to stare at you. “Sorry, it’s stupid-”

“Yes,” Natasha cringed at her placement. “Sorry no it’s not stupid, yes we can dance,” she chuckled, scratching the back of her head awkwardly. “You took me by surprise. I just got back from a trip.”

“I know,” it was your turn to cringe. “That sounded like I was stalking you,” she smiled and sat down to warm up. “What I meant was I saw on the news,” she frowned at your statement. “Do you know the pas de deux from Alice in Wonderland between Alice and the Knave of Hearts.?” She smiled, nodding her head.

“Yeah, I do. Let me warm up and we can do it. A pas de deux translated into a step of two. It was a dance in which two dancers formed ballet together. Some of the most popular duets were Swan Lake, Giselle, and Sleeping Beauty. It required a great deal of trust between the two dancers. When you jumped, you needed Natasha to catch you. If you needed to spin she would be there to guide you. But it was the same with her as she moved and danced across the room she trusted that you would follow her. You preferred dancing with a partner rather than a solo. You were able to tell a different story and play off with one another.

You had to admit it was had to dance with Natasha. Her hands holding onto your waist. You could feel her breath on your skin. All of your senses were consumed by the Black Widow and it was overwhelming.

When the dance was done, you were slightly out of breath as you stared at the redhead. You were sloppy and made a few mistakes but it was worth it to see Natasha’s smile. It was wild, unreserved, and free. Also so beautiful.

So you made it your mission to be there after every time Natasha. No matter her mood, you would ask her to dance. Sometimes you picked popular variations and other times you two would make up your own, sticking to ballet and contemporary style. When Natasha asked you to dance for the first time, you had to stop yourself from spitting your water out. But the shy smile and the light blush on her face made you say yes without hesitation. You learned no matter what she asked you to do you’d do it. Anything to see her smile.

“I won’t be around much this week,” you told her as you rested your back on the mirror and nursed a bottle of water. “I have tech rehearsal,” you answered her unasked question. She didn’t need to ask. With all the hours spent with the Black Widow, it was easier to read her. You noticed her walls were coming down.

“What ballet are you performing?” She asked, taking her ballet shoes off.

“Swan Lake,” you bite your lip. “I have an extra ticket for the opening night if you want to come.”

“Me?” Natasha questioned. “I’m sure you have other people you want to invite.” You shook your head. You already got the tickets for the husband and wife that owned this store and allowed you to stay in the above apartment.

“My family didn’t like the idea of me being a dancer,” you told her. “They wanted me to be a doctor or a lawyer,” you remembered the day your father kicked you out. “So I have an extra ticket and I’d like you to come. Opening night is this Friday.” It wasn’t much of a notice but you were working up the courage to ask her.

“I’d love to go,” she said. “What part are you playing?”

“Just a background character,” you shrugged. “Nothing major.”

“Nonsense, any part is important. I know you’ll do amazing,” your body felt warm from her compliment. So when Natasha was done and headed back to the tower, her ticket was held tightly in her hand.

Natasha was running late. She had a meeting with Fury on how to save her public image that went longer than she expected. However, she didn’t care about the public image at the moment all she cared about was you. A stranger that opened up a space for her to exist, without question and no strings attached. A safe place where she could let down her walls and learn to fall in with dancing. To fall in love with you.

She parked her bike on the side of the road and jumped off, arriving at the theater with enough time to grab a pamphlet and find her seat. She had a quick thought to send you a quick text, telling you that she was here, and turned off her phone. As the lights dimmed, she flipped through the pamphlet to find your name. Her jaw dropped. You weren’t some background character, you were Odette and Odile. The main character. The White and Black Swan. Natasha chuckled. She wasn’t surprised you were given the lead, you were a talented and strong dancer. Also beautiful. Sometimes Natasha lost herself as she watched you dance. You were graceful, and elegant, and danced with such a passion for what you did. She envied your love for dancing, it wasn’t tainted by those who believed they could control the minds and bodies of little girls. But your love of it broke down every negative feeling she had associated with dancing. These new feelings scared her. She worried you would run away if she ever told you. How could a person like herself ever deserve love?

“Amazing performance,” someone congratulated you giving you a quick hug. It was a little overwhelming as you walked out into the lobby after the performance. Everyone, rather you knew them or not, came up to congratulate you on a job well done. You were grateful, each praise gave you more confidence in your dancing ability. However, you were looking for her. It was easy to spot the redhead while you were on stage because you knew the seat and row she was in. Now, in a sea of people, you were lost.

Finally, you found her, dressed in black jeans and a leather jacket. She was leaning against the wall as she played on her phone. With a smile on your face, you closed the distance between you and the Black Widow. “Hi,” you said as you got closer. She looked up.

“You were incredible,” she said, slipping her phone into her pocket. “And some background character, you were the main dancer,” you giggled, pushing a piece of hair behind your ear. “Dorogoy (sweetheart), you were amazing,” you weren’t expecting the Black Widow to take you in her arms and lift you in the air. You laughed, drawing some looks but you didn’t care. Soon she placed you back on the ground, a little surprised at her sudden action. “I’m sorry,” she said. She tried to pull away from you but you kept your arms around her neck. “I don’t know what came over me. I’m just really proud of you.”

“It’s okay, Nat,” you smiled. You were sweaty, probably smelt horrible but that didn’t matter with you being so close to Natasha. Her green eyes flickered to your lips and back to your eyes. But your name was called out and broke whatever trance you both were in. You groaned.

“You’re the woman of the hour,” Natasha chuckled. “It would be wrong of me to keep you all to myself,” you bite your lip, looking towards the direction your name was called.

“15 minutes,” you told her. “Meet in the theater, okay?” The redhead smiled.

“Okay, 15 minutes.”

“15 minutes,” you repeated, kissing her cheek before heading back into the crowd of people. Butterflies danced in your stomach. You just performed one of the hardest technical pieces of your career but you were more nervous to tell Natasha you loved her.

As Natasha walked into the quiet theater, the lights turned on and soft music began to play. You walked out from the curtains with a smile. “Come dance with me,” you said, holding out your hand. Natasha smiled, took her jacket off, and jumped onto the stage.

“How do you have the energy to dance?” She asked. “I am tired from watching you,” you giggled as she took your hand in hers.

“I will always have the energy to dance with you,” it was a different type of dancing than Natasha was used to. She wouldn’t call it dancing, just gentle swaying to the music with her around your waist. Sometimes Natasha would spin you and bring you back into her arms. “Can I ask you something?”

“You just did,” she teased. “Of course, ask away.”

“Why do you dance?” You asked. “What made you walk into a dance store and buy a new pair of pointe shoes?” The question took Natasha by surprise. It was a dark and complicated answer. She wasn’t here to dump her messy history but to celebrate you and all your hard work. But the look in your eyes told Natasha it was okay. That all those hours spent together she could trust you.

“I dance to punish myself,” she admitted but your expression didn’t change. “In the Red Room, ballet was a form of punishment. We were forced to spend hours at the bar with perfect form; no breaks, no food or water, and we were beaten if our form faltered.” She felt your play with the hair that didn’t make it in her ponytail. “So when I fail I dance so I can remember that pain.” You hummed.

“And now?” You questioned. “Why do you dance with me if dancing brings you pain?” Natasha let out a breathless laugh. She was thankful she took off her jacket because, under the lights and the intensity of your eyes, she was feeling a little warm.

“Because,” she licked her lips. “You made me fall in love with dancing,” Natasha whispered. “Because I fell in love with you.” A small squeak left your throat at her confession. Natasha laughed, picking you up and spinning you around.

“I love you too,” she set you down. “I think I fell in love with you when you saved me in Chicago,” the Black Widow smiled. You brushed your nose against hers. “Kiss me,” you whispered. Natasha didn’t hesitate as she connected her lips with yours. The kiss was messy, desperate, and she tightened the hold she had on you as if she was afraid you were going to disappear. You pulled away but Natasha chased after your lips as she became addicted to the feeling of your lips. Luckily, you didn’t fight her. This kiss was gentle, slow, and soft. Natasha sighed against your lips and rested her head on your shoulder.

“Your so beautiful malen’kaya tantsovschitsa (little dancer),” she mumbled against your shin. She felt you shiver.

“Nat,” she hummed. “Sit with me,” you pulled away and Natasha stopped the whine from leaving her lips. She didn’t want to be away from you but you got her to sit down on the stage. You pulled out your phone, turned the music, and placed your phone down. You grabbed her hands. Natasha loved the feeling of your hands. They were soft and smooth, warm which was a stark contrast to her cold hands. When she danced with you, she didn’t allow herself the luxury to enjoy it. “I want you to listen to me. Can you do that for me, baby?” She felt her cheeks burn at the term of endearment but she nodded. “You are a hero,” she scuffed. According to the government, she was a sleeper agent ready to be activated She was a threat. “You are. Unfortunately, you were subjected to pain and torture at a young age,” Natasha couldn’t look at you so she stared at your connected hands. “You were forced to do horrible things because of that you think saving the world is strictly on your shoulders.” With a gentle hand, you used a finger to lift her chin.

“That is not your weight to bear, sweetheart,” you smiled. “I can’t imagine the guilt but your past shouldn’t limit your future. You deserve happiness and love.” It was getting harder for Natasha to hold back tears.

“I don’t,” she whimpered. You didn’t know the blood that covered her hands or how many lives she ended.

“Oh, baby, yes you do and I promise I will remind you every single day if you let me,” she nodded and you stood up on your knees, bringing her into a hug. Her body shook against you and she was grateful you didn’t draw attention to her tears. It felt good to cry, therapeutic. She couldn’t recall the last time she allowed herself to cry. In hindsight, it was such a basic human emotion but she never allowed herself to feel it. But as she cried in your arms, feeling a weight being lifted off her chest she felt safe. And loved.

When Natasha felt the buzzing, when the guilt began to feel all-consuming, and she was drowning from the bloodshed and screams, she didn’t turn to dance. Because dancing didn’t remind her of pain, of instructors yelling at her and other young girls to be perfect. Natasha would pull you closer to her chest and bask in the morning sunlight in your studio apartment. The faint smell of the lavender that you claimed helped you fall asleep, calmed her racing heart. She felt you stir, feeling slightly bad about waking you up. You moved onto your back, eyes blinking open slowly. Natasha smiled. “Hi baby,” your voice was slurred. The redhead traced the lines of your forehead, down to your nose, and lips. “A nightmare?” Sleep was clearing from your eyes. Natasha hummed in agreement. “What do you need?” Instead of answering, she kissed you slowly.

“I have everything I need right here,” Natasha whispered. “I love you, malen’kaya tantsovschitsa (little dancer).” You smiled.

“I love you, Natty.” Oh, Natasha was never going to get tired of hearing it. _

As a reminder my requests are open, it may take me some time to write them! I'll write for pretty much any character and not just Marvel!

Also, this AU was really cute. Like I said in the beginning if people want to see more, let know me! Especially if you have any ideas.

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Trapped

Requests (2)- A bottom!Natasha x Reader where Natasha and the reader are heading to a mission spot and while they’re in the quinjet R is eating out and fingering Natasha + Bottom!Natasha x reader where they have sex on a mission

Synopsis- Steve shouldn’t have tricked you into going on missions causing Natasha to miss you dearly, but once you’re back for good there is always time to make up for what was lost.

Pairings- Bottom!Natasha Romanoff x Top!Reader

Warnings- 18+ Content, and Steve?

Word Count- 4k

A/N- I’ve been really inactive for the past few months but I feel that I have got my motivation back to write so hopefully I can start to put out more stories :)

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Your body was exhausted to stay the least, it was a mistake for you to sign up for quick missions, a big mistake. The need to always be in non-stop action to rid yourself of growing daily boredom was prominent within you. You didn’t mind all that much because doing missions was something to keep you in check and present in reality, besides one other thing.

Because of that other thing which is a special someone that you dreaded leaving for missions. Each time boarding a quinjet or black decked-out SUV there would be a sorrowful presence looming at the door of the compound’s exit, Natasha.

When you weren’t on missions she was your constant light throughout your day because with her around you never got bored and always had a fire to keep you lit inside. When she left for a lengthy recon mission months prior you had to do something to keep you entertained for the time being. That happened to be quick missions Steve had encouraged you to sign up for when he saw your lack of life as you stared out the compound’s grand living room window that held a magnificent view of the surrounding wilderness that kept you entranced for the time being while your lover was away.

What Steve “forgot” to mention to you is that if you signed up for quick missions it would be official for eight months, let's just say you almost got into a fight with America’s most beloved. Once you signed with your signature you couldn’t take it back. At first, it was fine for the months when Natasha was gone, you had something to occupy and eat up your time, but when she came back it was a different story.

You still had four months left on your contract and time seemed to slow down significantly, so to Natasha, it felt like an eternity. Every time she saw you off a piece of her inner happiness chipped away while uncertainty replaced its spot. She was filled with tremendous dread and loneliness during all the nights she spent without you. She longed for your touch every second of the day and especially at night, she yearned for your company so bad it was absurd.

She had been pestering Steve about taking you off the quick missions but he ignored her advances and excused himself immediately so he wouldn’t receive her raft. Constantly following him around the compound to disrupt his day, in her eyes if she couldn’t get any sort of peace, why should he? During all the time she had been pestering Steve, it was the end of the eight months; she couldn’t have been more delighted. She was like a kid at a candy store, only a few feet taller, tapping her foot repeatedly against the pavement as she waited to hear the familiar buzz of the incoming quinjet.

Her deep red tresses swayed from the sudden gush of air, a dark shadow cast upon her from the monumental aircraft. The shadow was a stark contrast to the fierce light that was present in her from the thought of finally being able to have you fully.

Stepping off the mechanical quinjet for the first time in hours made you relieved to breathe in the fresh air, smelling blended natural fragrances and a familiar perfume that you knew all too well. It was in a flash and then the next moment you were bombarded with Natasha’s presence. It was hard for you to hug her back with your duffle bags still in your hands but you wasted no time in dropping them and enveloping her in your arms.

She clung onto you as a sloth does to a cecropia tree, her head buried deep in your chest as she took time to fully embrace your presence. You understood her actions because the last time you spent a full day together was two months ago, who knew how many small missions there were out there to be completed.

Natasha brought her head out of your chest and peered up at you. Taking in your wondrous features that she admired staring at during the brink of the night when the moonlight shined just perfectly on your dormant face. She would study you for hours until she fell asleep in your comforting hold with only the thought of you there with her lulling her to sleep.

“Take a picture Nat, it last longer.” You say softly to Natasha as your hands naturally travel towards her hips to hold onto them.

“Oh, shut up.” She lightly chuckled as she gave a gentle slap to your shoulder, “I would take a picture of you but it could never truly capture your beauty.” Her words made your cheeks heat up along with the way she was intensely staring at your face.

“I can tell you missed me because that was cheesy as fuck, but don't worry I forgive you for that cause I missed you too.” She rolled her eyes while letting out a breathy laugh at your response as her hands trailed up your abdomen and around your neck.

She came close to your face causing your breaths to merge, you could practically smell the minty freshness on the cusp of her breath, “But ‘Take a picture it last longer’ isn’t it?” Your mind was too hazed with the thought of her lips on yours to fully understand what she was saying. Leaning forward to catch her lips only for her to back away at the last second making a frown come to your face.

“Such a big baby, don’t worry you're gonna make it up to me with more than just kisses for your absence.” She teases you as she pecks the corners of your mouth then continues to give small kisses all around your face but never your lips which slightly agitates you.

Although, not more than Steve coming to interrupt your moment with Natasha. She instantly got annoyed as he rounded the corner. A glint of sweat can be spotted on his face meaning he ran twenty miles non-stop.

With a roll of her eyes, Natasha instantly stares down Steve as he walks up to you both, her arms now crossed over her rigid stomach.

Steve awkwardly greets the both of you with a skittish wave as he avoids Natasha’s fierce gaze.

You greet him back satisfactorily, putting your hand on the lower part of Nat’s back to wordlessly communicate with her to acknowledge Steve.

“Steve.” Natasha bluntly replies, showing no ounce of welcome in her tone.

“I hate to say this, but you both need to meet me in the debriefing room. Be there in the next ten minutes.” He says with a militant tone, fleeing towards the door of the compound straight after his assertion.

Natasha made a move to follow him but was stopped by the firm grip on her waist that held her back. When she turned around with lifted eyebrows she was met with your unimpressed face as you rolled your eyes at her abrasive antics.

“I’m off of those little pesky missions now, there's no need to hold any grudges. Help me put away my stuff, yeah?” You softly ask her, reducing your hold on her waist because you trusted her enough to not go after Steve to give him a mouthful.

She shook her head and gave you a small smirk, “Since when did you turn into a peacemaker?” She scoffs slightly in a mischievous manner as she starts striding off.

You give a light chuckle at her words but wrinkle your eyebrows in confusion at her retreating form, “You're not gonna help with my bags?”

She turns around while still strolling with a charming pout on her face and shouts, “My hands are kind of tired from all the stroking they have been doing since someone wasn’t here to do it for me!”

Your face runs cold as her coy pout turns into a naughty grin. You're stuck in a trance at her distant figure and you swear you can see her hips swaying more than they were a few seconds ago. You wasted no time in picking up your duffle bags and catching up with her, she always had a way with words that left you awestruck.

You and Natasha had just walked into the debriefing room Steve mentioned and the first thing your wondering eyes spotted was the brown box of your favorite, Dough Doughnuts. Treading straight towards the box of donuts as if your life depended on it; grabbing a plate from the table where the donuts were held to stack some of the pastries.

Helping yourself to multiple thick and doughy donuts put a bright smile on your face, “Help yourself, I got them for you, out of guilt.” Steve murmurs next to you rendering you to jump from the sudden surprise, managing to save your plateful of donuts as you turn towards him with a warm smile on your face.

You thank him genuinely, “although this won’t be enough for me to fully forgive you.” Your words cause him to take in a deep breath as you send him a shallow smile as you move around him and make your way to Natasha sitting at the immense oak oval table.

As you come closer to Nat she makes eye contact with you, her eyes broadening at your approaching figure. When you made it over she raised her right eyebrow as she eyed your plate stacked with donuts. By that time you had already started eating them on the walk over so when you spoke your mouth was full of mushed donuts.

“What? The last time I ate was hours ago.” You reasoned.

Natasha’s resting smirk only grew as she replied, “moya malen'kaya rybka fugu ”

You playfully narrowed your eyes as you took a seat behind her, quickly flashing your mouth full of mixed donuts only for her to swiftly pinch your stomach with a twisted grimace. Quietly chuckling to yourself as you got seated; Steve cleared his throat for both of your attention.

Just as he got attention to start speaking Natasha kicked up her feet on the deep oak conference table with a loud thud followed by a displeased sigh. You had to look away for a moment to contain your laughter, you had yet to ever see her be this petty towards Steve.

“I just wanted to start this meeting to say I never meant to have you sign up for the missions but no one else wanted to, and god knows the shield agents aren’t prepared enough for constant tasks like that. Leading to the point of this gathering, which is a final mission for you both.”

Natasha’s face turned into a passive expression that only Steve could see from his angle; a slight hesitation in his speech from the direct eye contact Natasha had with him.

“Don’t flip your lid Nat, this is a recon mission that should take less than a week. More of a getaway if you ask me, it’s in Madrid, I searched on that engine Googlet and their beaches are said to be nice during this time. The mission file is on the table, have fun ladies.” He declared before he left the room with a clasp of his hands.

There was a few seconds of brief silence until Natasha turned around in the twisty chair with her signature smirk ingrained on her face. She slowly arose from her position in her seat to saunter a few steps and rest herself on your awaiting lap.

In between the mid-bite of a donut, you stared deep into her eyes, slowly moving the pastry away from your face to deliver a soft peck to her nose. Her face scrunching up in mock disgust as she pinched you on the cheek complaining about the sticky filling that now occupied her nose.

You couldn’t help but not take her words into account as you zoned her words out to only focus on the accentuating features that reeled you into her as a fisherman does to fish. The only thought on your mind was her ethereal beauty, not only did her outer beauty look so magnificent, her inner beauty was millions of times better. Cherishing the moments when her relaxed personality came out because of your presence; the way her face seemed to light up when you were near, and the way you found solace in her viridescent irises.

You were standing in the cockpit, leveling the controls of the quinjet to kickstart the autopilot mode so you could catch up on some sleep that you dearly missed. As you were focused on turning on the alarm to notice another aircraft in the air, turning on the radar, and checking safety controls caused you to fail to notice the slim figure approaching from behind.

Nat takes this moment why you are in mental solitude to absorb your features; your concentrated face making a knot deep within her start to ache. The way your hands are flexed across the controls, moving in practiced synchronization as if you could do it perfectly with your eyes closed. Also, the small barely noticeable scars littered across your arms and hands that she knows all the stories to you, courtesy of you telling them to her in the deepest of the night as her head lay on your bare chest when sleepiness was absent.

She came up behind you while you were slightly leaning on the controls, encircling her hands around your stomach, laying her cheek across the side of your back as she watched the view of the endless clouds. This is where she loved to be, anywhere with you, no matter the place.

When you felt her hands on your abdomen a sense of warmness spread throughout your body at just her touch; what she could make you feel in just a matter of seconds was a feeling you always loved.

There was a few moments of sereness that passed by before her face shifted away from the clear window to face your back.

“I really missed this.”

You let out a small chuckle, pivoting your head scarcely to the left so you could see her out of the corner of your eye. “I never knew you were so needy, babe.”

She slaps your back with her right arm at your tease which causes you to tremble away from her grip but eventually turn towards her, leaning back on the controls now so you were face to face.

“Well you have been away to satisfy my needs, and I can only do so much.” She expressed softly with a playful angry expression on her face as she stands on her toes to connect both your lips once and for all.

The laughter within your stomach automatically ceases as her plump lips come in contact with yours, being substituted with a desire. Your hands were quick to move up to her hips and gradually down to her plump bottom, giving a gentle squeezing.

A soft moan discharged from her closed throat at the pressure that was so close to where she needed you to be. Her lips miraculously worked with yours in an erotic dance as the force of the kisses made each of your heads move back and forth. Her hands unhurriedly came up to your firm stomach for balance, her hands skimming over your clothed breast which made a groan escape between your parted lips as you came out of the kiss for air.

No words were uttered as you wordlessly looked into her eyes for the next few seconds, her dilated pupils and the salacious look that resounded within her darkening orbs made you dive in for more of what you so badly dreamed for.

Your hands left the position on her lower half to quickly cup her face and bring her closer while her soft tongue pressed against the entrance of your lips for admission to your tongue. Bestowing her access by parting your lips, your tongues clashed together in simultaneous congruence. A deprived moan came from the pit of her throat from the way your mouth deliciously sucked on her tongue. That eruption from deep within her vocal cords was the moment something clicked on inside of you to grant her real satisfaction.

You swiftly picked her up by the rear and carelessly sat her down on top of the controls, damn the quinjet because if you go down this would be a gratifying last moment of your life. While still retaining a steady pace of indulging in Natasha’s succulent lips, your hurried hands tugged at the hem of her leggings. She snickered as she caught onto your intentions and lifted her bottom so you could quickly pull her lower garments off.

Greedy fingers instantly met Natasha’s clothed cunt moments after her leggings had been moved and forgotten by her ankles. You took your middle and pointer fingers together and rubbed them against her clothed protruding clit. Provoking a loud moan from her; your breaths integrating from the brisk withdrawal by both of your damp lips. Her right hand presently snaked up the back of your neck while her left hand rested on your shoulder; making eye contact with her as you devoted more pressure on her clothed clit, her pupil now a tiny black speck in the sea of inveigle basil green.

Her eyes squeezed shut as they rolled back while her mouth hung open and twitched from the constant motion happening right where she needed you to be, her head inclining forward as you pressed harder. Your sweaty foreheads came together for only a moment until you shifted your head to start sending temperate but firm kisses along her face and later neck.

You had enough of taunting her, wanting to feel her needy opening sucking up your digits. Impatiently pushing aside her lacey panties as you were met with a beyond moist sticky cunt; quick to find her clit and begin irritating it for more pressure.

Natasha’s celestial moans and faltering sighs filled the quinjet's advanced space, luckily it was just you two, or else things would have been inconvenient. Although your fingers did not just stop at rubbing her clit, too eager you wait not one more second and plunged them straight into her opening. A coarse protracted whine came from her hushed mouth, as her face rested on your shoulder she took the opportunity to bite down to help with the influx of pleasure she acquired in such little time.

This didn’t deter you as you only started to pump your digits quicker, the only sound echoing throughout the aircraft was your low grunts now and then, Natasha’s moans that began to sound more like yearning cries, and her pussy making various squelching noises that rang like music to your ears as you continued to hammer into her.

It didn’t take long before that tight knot within her stomach that had been itching badly inside of her, in demand to be undone, finally erupted. When that knot flared deep in the pit of Natasha’s stomach that’s when a real guttural whine escaped from her lips. You knew she was quite the verbal person in intimate situations like this, but the moan that was unleashed from her sounded extra-terrestrial, an almost jarring roar that was brought out from a hidden place inside her.

You weren’t close to being done yet, the second you remove your fingers from her center a tired objection came from her heavy breathing mouth. Her muddled head leaned back until her heavy eyes looked upon your face, her creased eyebrows hinted to her examining your sudden action to stop. Before she could let out a weak protest you stuck your soaked fingers that had just been buried inside her past her plump lips and flat onto her unexpectant tongue.

She sucked her juices from your fingers slowly in a seductive manner as she kept eye contact with you; your knot within starting to beg for release just from the way her pristine lips grasped around your digits and slowly slid down the expanse of your fingers. When she popped the fingers out of her mouth you immediately brought them up to your lips to get a taste, unknowingly to you Nat’s eyes hazily watching the movement of your hands and the way you searched for any leftover taste of her on your fingers only for it all to be gone.

In a matter of seconds, your lips instantly met Natasha’s again, causing a groan to leave her from the force of roughness. In your little plan, you had found what you were looking for, but there was still some leftover taste of Nat scattered on her tongue. A deep moan set free from her drowsy self at the feeling of you sucking her tongue harshly. She brought her head away from yours slowly, a string of mixed saliva drooping between your faces as both your lustful eyes stared deep into one another's souls.

“There’s more where that came from.” She uttered in a husky voice.

After dispatching another quick peck to her lips, you sank to the ground in an instant. Your knees collided against the hard steel just as Natasha had spread her legs open, wide enough for you to have full sight of her exalted pussy that could never be replicated. Natasha took her bottom lip in between her teeth and smirked from the way you were taking time to adore her bare cunt as if she hadn’t told you to continue the vulgar actions that you were performing moments earlier.

It didn’t take you any longer to get back into the swing of things as your face merged into her sodden cunt, her thighs encompassing your head as her radiant smell plagued your sense as you took a deep breath in. Sticking your deprived tongue out from behind your lips that were submerged in her center, licking an elongated vertical line up her center. Her shivering that knocked you off your course made you resort to wrapping your hands around her outer thighs to keep her in place, talking into her pussy which sent a thundered hum attack her clit which stimulated her so much that she bucked and whined like a lost wolf that has strayed from its pack.

Her body shuddered from your attempted talking inducing numerous buttons on the control deck to be pressed while some switches flicked on and off. Your grip on her thighs constricted to ensure she changed no controls that would cause the quinjet to plummet to the ground instantaneously. Even with a slight chance of crashing, you stretched your hungry tongue past her entrance, and as deep as your face would let you without suffocating, making this another satisfying moment to go out.

Your tongue wriggled back and forth inside of Natasha, numerous times pressing on the bundle of nerves that made her go crazy each time you hit it just right. Natasha needed something to hold onto as the knot in her came undone even more each second, her pale fingers sliding in between your locks and barring onto the roots. You hissed slightly from the tugging she would do every few seconds from hitting her g-spot now and then. That didn’t hold you back from going deeper as her taste was so addicting, her juices being like holy ale sent down from above just for you only, sacred nectar that could never be found anywhere on the earth no matter how hard you searched.

Ultimately getting lost in the tempo and taste of Natasha brought her to another orgasm that struck her harder than last time tenfold, you were always so proficient with your tongue that she could never get enough. This time no sound was emitted from her opened mouth, only a sound of strangulation as she failed to take in air. Her tense chest heaved in and out as she got a hold of her breath but was still moments into seeing the stars. That was all muffled for you because she had you interlocked tightly within her pale plush thighs, her juices drenching your face as her cum oozed out from within her. You were entrapped, and truthfully, you don’t think you want to leave just yet.

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se-07spaceoreos · 9 months

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Love Wounds

Summary:

Hospitals weren't a place you would often visit. But people change, you've changed. And so has your relationship with Natasha. What happens when someone starts asking you questions while you're at the hospital? What happens when you start giving them answers?

Word Count: 2835

WARNINGS: Ansgt(?), Fluff, reader feels like a stalker in the first half, or as a whole depending on how you see it. If there are any I haven't noted feel free to make me aware of it. Not proof read

There was a time where sitting in the middle of a hospital was foreign to me. Being injected with the same enhancing fluids as Natasha was something that helped keep you out of the hospital. But over these past few weeks I’ve seem to have grown accustomed to it, I’ve started to crave it, really.

Because it was the only time I got to see her.

So I sat there, not a patient, nor a known visitor. Just a silhouette of a person in the background. Watching people reunite with their families; their children, their friends, their lovers. People watching, some would say. I’d watch, and I’d wait, waiting for my person. The one I came here to watch, the one I came to observe. The one I wanted to be okay. The one where when I closed my eyes, they were already there, I didn’t have to watch, I’d just have to close my eyes, and wait, and in some sick form of reality, they’d be there.

I’d just have to close my eyes, and she’d appear.

Appear she did, when I thought memories kept me content, just for a moment. She’d appear, and I’d remember, I wasn’t content with any of this. I’d just gotten used to this, I’ve genuinely started getting happy at just seeing her. Seeing her walk and think about the food she was going to pick from the food court, just for her to choose the same dish each time. Watch her walk and wonder, like she’s not been here everyday all day. I’d watch her wonder and Watching had to be enough, I willed it to be.

So, just like everyday, I watched. My eyes only wavering from her when hers would skim over me, and I sat there. I knew she was smart enough to have known of my presence by now, I also knew that she, well she didn’t care. Why would she?

I was just like everyone else who had yet to be reunited, I was a grieving soul. Something unfortunately common.

So common that I was surprised when she came up to me. Me of all people. What made me so special? What made today so different?

“Hi” She said, tilting her head. The greeting was more like a question, asking if I was okay to talk to. That if she spoke she would be spoken to.

“Hi?”

She sat across from me, and in her very own fashion she lifted her knees to touch her chin, somehow not falling off the seat, and she sat and stared into the crowd. She never seemed to sit the way they liked, straight and still.

For a moment, all that was heard was the sound of the drowned out voices from the ongoing crowd of people. For a moment I thought that this was one of those lucky days, days where our eyes would meet and she would smile. Maybe this was one of those days, maybe she would want to people watch. I’d be more than content with that.

Suddenly she turned her head, facing me “You look lonely” A smile made its way onto my face and I laughed “That’s a bit rude” she giggled with me “So are you?” I inhaled, with her here I know I should feel as if I wasn’t, as if she brought me somewhat a sliver of company. “Maybe, maybe I am” Maybe I should be

She sighed, her shoulders sinking into her just a bit more, she was no longer looking at me, but she was wavering smile. “I’m lonely too”

My jaw tightened, my eyes closed, just for a second, and I thought again, maybe I should be.

“Yours’ may be different from mine, though”

“Why’s that?”

She motioned to my finger. “You have someone waiting for you”

I closed my eyes yet again, in hopes that closing my eyes would conceal my emotions, in hopes that she would appear but different this time, that she would appear like she would when they were closed.

I assume she thought I was offended, because she abruptly got up, wobbling the table a bit as she did, “I-I’m sorry, I just see you here all the time. Unlike the others you never leave. It's confusing” while she played with her fingers, I finally understood why she came up to me, why she was asking questions.

Besides the building ,food, and furniture. I was the only thing here that was stagnant. I was the only thing that never changed, and if I never changed, if I didn’t act erratically. I was safe. She didn’t have to think with me, because she knew she could beat me if warranted.

Rubbing my temples I gestured for her to sit “No, no you’re - fine. I’m just tired, is all”

“Oh”

She didn’t believe me. I could tell with the way she fiddled with her fingers. So I said it again, and this time she listened.

“So you see me here all the time, huh? Do I have a stalker on my hands?”

She looked at me, offended. “No. Do I?” Tracing imaginary patterns onto the table top I muttered “No, you don’t”

Her eyes never left my fingers, well, I should say my ring “Staring isn’t polite” She looked at me with an expression that read “really?” and chuckled, “You do it all the time” I tensed. She was right, I do, in fact. Do it all the time. “Don’t you think it’s a little weird to stare? Especially if you’re married?” I stopped making patterns on the table.

“Don’t you think that these questions are a little intrusive?” She shrugged “Maybe, maybe not. I’d call it even if all you do is stare. I feel bad for whomever has the other one.” I tensed. I feel bad too

I feel so bad, that now I feel irritated. “Well, you shouldn’t. It’s not like she cares, anyway” I muttered the last part. “Well why shouldn’t I?” I eyed her, me being the one with caution now, should I really be telling her this? “Because you don’t know her, and you don’t know me” She paused, giving what I said thought. “I guess that’s true,” she huffed, blowing a strand of hair out of her face.

I thought I won or atleast ended this little disagreement in my favor, and I guess she thought so too. Because if there is one thing she doesn’t like it’s losing, and she didn’t want to lose, especially to a- a stranger , “So, tell me about them then, tell me about you, and we’ll see if I’m right or not” I scoffed, “Now, why would I tell you? I don’t know you?”

“Yes you do, I’m the woman that’s been here for 4 weeks. And you’re the creep that's been here since, well. To me forever. So yes, we do know one another.” I huffed “Well, if I’m a creep then, why does it matter? What would happen if I was so terribly bad?” We paused. I knew what she was doing. She set up the conversation so she was always on the receiving end, she was curious but cautious. She had grown bored, and decided to ask the lonesome silhouette questions to cure her boredom, without giving anything in return. Without taking an interest. I know, I have no reason to be upset. But I am, I don’t even think I’m upset, I think that I'm grieving. I just don’t know how I should grieve, and when one doesn’t know what to do, they become frustrated. And I was frustrated, because out of all the people here, out of all the people she knew. Why did it have to be me?

“What do you want to know?”

She smirked at me, happy that I was finally giving into her interrogation. “Well, for one. Is she here?” I gulped, it felt like a marble going down my throat “Yeah, yeah. She’s here” I adjusted myself, all of a sudden the way I was sitting felt uncomfortable. “Why don’t you visit her?” I glared “I do, and I thought these were questions. Not accusations.” Shrugging she puffed out a breath. “I never see her” she murmured. “You don’t know what she looks like” I tutted. “No, I mean, I’ve never seen her with you”

She’s right, she never has. How could she?

I parted my lips, and let half the truth slip out of them “She’s sick, very sick”

“Oh, I’m sorry” she said, her voice now less demanding of answers but more contemplative of what was given.

Me too

I felt bad for her sudden shift in behavior, from curious to guilty. “She’s nice as well”

She nodded, hearing me, but her body language never changing.

“and, she’s a brat”

That got her attention, she whipped her head to me. Like saying something like that about my spouse was vile, and maybe if the person I was talking to was different. Maybe it would be.

“A brat?”

“Yep, a brat”

“Why?”

“Come on Nat, I need to go to work!” grappling around me Natasha shifted so I was underneath her, “Nope” I groaned, “You may not get into trouble because you’re a part time employee, but I will-ooft!” She had hit me with a pillow, “I am not part time!”. I held back my laugh “Yes, yes you are. Mrs “I save the world”. You only work when the world needs saving”. She slouched, like she was just hit with this prospect. “No, I go on missions too. Sometimes” I giggled, “Exactly - sometimes, you refused to go yesterday because Liho was sleeping on you” Natasha scoffed “Well, yeah. Yesterday. I wasn’t gonna ditch my cat for a cat stuck up in a tree. Nonetheless an alien one. Besides, that’s not our job” Putting my finger in her forehead and pushing it I said “No, that’s not your job. According to you. But to S.H.I.E.L.D, any form of life beyond the ones on Earth, well. Hate to break it to you, is our job. It’s part of the contract.” Now staring at the finger on her forehead she slapped it away, “Well, that’s stupid”, I hummed “You’re stupid-ooft!” “Stop tackling me! I have to get to work!” rubbing her nose at the junction of my neck she mumbled “Take a day off, you were at work all day yesterday, and for some stupid pussy” She smirked through the last part, I flipped us over, leaning closer, but not close enough, not for her. “Yeah, a pussy stuck up in a tree and wouldn’t come down. With tentacles coming out of its mouth, because it got spooked by a hose that it thought was a garden snake” Leaning up to kiss me she whispered “You can play with my-offt” elbowing her I got off the bed “Don’t even say it, and I can’t unlike you. I don’t get to choose when I have vacation” following me she grumbled “Well, unlike me and probably everyone else my wife isn’t an Earth saving hero. So you know, you should get a day off” I scoffed, “I should get a day off because the person I’m in love with is an Earth saving superhero. I doubt that will pass with S.H.I.E.L.D” She moved her arms around me from behind, a hopeful look on her face, eyes looking up from my shoulder “Please?” Playfully rolling my eyes I smiled, and held up my phone. “You're the hero. You make the call” Taking my phone and littering the side of my face with kisses she let out thank yous’. Watching her walk out of our room to the hallway next to the stairwell I muttered. “You brat”

“You thought she was a brat because she wanted you to stay home?”

I chuckled, I turned my face so she couldn’t see my eyes “No, I- I thought she was a brat because that week I had only been to work twice, and one was just a half-day shift”

“Oh” She said, the crease of her eyebrows back again, “That sounds, irresponsible”

I chuckled “Yeah, it was. But I wasn’t really annoyed. There was a time where I would have begged her to take a break.”

The crease of her brows deepened even further. “Oh, well I could never.” my smile dimmed, I know.

Shifting her body towards me, she asked “What else is she?”

I slumped, letting my back hit the chair, “ She’s stubborn”

I wiped the ash off my face. “Nat, you have to go!” parts of the ceiling were crumbling, there was too much smoke making it hard to breathe. She kept tugging at debris that was on top of my ankle. “I’m not leaving you-I’m not” she started coughing. I tried stopping her but she kept twisting out of my grasp. “You have to leave!” she shook her head “I can’t leave you, I can’t leave my comrade”. The room was darker now, hotter. It was becoming a task to keep my eyes open, it burned. I got angry, I didn’t want her to die for me. “Natasha! Leave now. If you won’t listen to your comrade, listen to your partner!” she stopped, and to my relief she left, looking back once or twice but she left, and I was glad she did, I let my eye close, if she was going there was no point in keeping them open-

Right next to me, I heard a metal clanking. This stubborn idiot came back. “Natasha I thought-” using the metal pole in her hand as a lever, and she pushed. “AHHG - Shut up!” My ankle got released, I slipped out. She helped me up, guiding me out. “If I wouldn’t leave my comrade, what the hell would make you think I would leave you?” I smiled, leaning the side of my head onto hers, looking at her now burnt gloves and blistered hands “Gosh, Natasha, you stubborn idiot” she kissed the side of my head. “This is where you thank me. Stupid”

She nodded her head listening to the end. “Did you thank her?”

I smiled, my breathing a bit heavy “Yes, yes I did”

She was now drawing her own patterns on the table top, ��She seems brave”

I inhaled “She is very brave”

“What’s the most heroic thing she’s done?”

“The most heroic thing she’s done?” the first time she asked for help

“I don’t feel like sharing that. I don’t think she’d like it” Now I was the one playing with my fingers. With my ring.

“Oh well, what do you like most about her?”

“Everything”

Puffing she said “These answers are getting simplistic”

I rolled my eyes “They’re the truth”

“Okay well, what's the most romantic thing you’ve done for her”

The most romantic thing I’ve done for her?

“I- I don’t know”

She looked at me contemplatively

“I can’t tell you what she liked, but I can tell you what I liked”

No one would have guessed but Natasha Romanoff loved to dance. “Come here baby! Why make me dance alone?” I unfortunately did not. It was not something I took joy in. She grabbed my wrist “Nat-” and pulled me into her, lowering her voice “Come on, we’ll take it slow”

I still don’t like dancing, but I don’t dislike it either. Not when the dim kitchen light would illuminate off her skin, not when her eyes would close, her breathing slowed. Not when she swayed me to the music.

She hummed, listening to my last words, “That’s nice?”

I chuckled, wiping my nose on my sleeve “Yeah, yeah it was”

She turned, looking at the indoor street clock “I have to go-” she got up.

I know

“I’ll see you tomorrow?”

I smiled, she already knew the answer “Sure”

I watched her walk away, the same path down the hall that she has been taking for weeks, and I felt her take everything I yearned for while doing so. I got up myself, ready to go. There was no reason for me to be here anymore. There was no person I wanted to see. I started walking, then she stopped me;

“Wait! Wait. What’s her name? Maybe I can say hi for you. You always linger around this hall, so she has to be in the same section as me, right?”

I paused. Her name

“You never once mentioned her name in any of your stories so-”

My eyes watered, I opened and unopened my fists. I smiled, “ Her name's Natasha-” I hesitated “Natasha-” I struggled for an answer “Natasha Black” I told half of two truths.

Her motions stumbled for a moment, she gave me an awkward smile “Oh, this is awkward”

My smile wavered “Why’s that?”

She motioned to herself and then me, “Well- not awkward it’s just” She let her arms rest at her sides. “That’s my name, we share a first name”

I know

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Merry Christmas

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x Reader

Summary: after being a couple for a little over 5 years, you believe its time to take the next step with your beloved

Warning: nothing!

A/N: Happy Holidays everyone! Hope you guys are having/had a great celebration either with family, friends or even by yourself <33 sorry is this story is a lil out of wack but i hope you guys still like this regardless!!! :DDD

It’s finally that time of the year where it is socially acceptable to blast Christmas songs and to wear your collection of ugly christmas sweaters leading up to your favorite holiday of the year. You’ve always loved Christmas growing up and this year, you plan to make it extra special by finally proposing to the love of your life.. well, that is if you could actually propose.

“I’m so sorry babe but Fury just assigned a really urgent mission and I might not make it back in time for the holidays”

Now typically, you’re used to this kind of situation with your girlfriend being a very reliable member of SHIELD so its not uncommon for Fury or even Hill to assign Nat on a last minute mission. Hell, you’re normally very chill with that and just let it be but with your plans coming up and the stress of preparing your surprise, you just lost your chill.

“Oh i’m gonna kill that man” you grumble as you cross your arms and narrow your eyes at your poor victim girlfriend.

“I know baby and you have every right to get mad, but I promise to wrap it up as soon as I can okay?” She cooes softly as she wraps her arm around your waist while using her free hand to gently untangle your arms so you could hug her back without throwing a punch. “Please forgive me with this, it’s Christmas after all”

“I know thats why I’m annoyed” your eyebrows furrow even further causing Nat to smile softly at how adorable you look. “Don’t give me that smile”

“I know, sweetheart I know” she chuckles softly as she gives you a soft peck on your forehead causing your eyebrows to relax and for her smile to widen. “I’ll make it up to you, and I’ll be leaving tomorrow anyway so-“

“Tomorrow?!” You exclaim causing you to take a step back from Nat’s arms, who tightens her grip on you while giving you a warning look. “Oh that’s unfair”

“I know detka but as I said, I’ll make it up to you when I get back. So please calm down, forgive me, and enjoy our last few hours together before I’ll be gone for a week.. please?” She gives you the puppy eyed look that just melts your heart causing you to sigh in defeat and nod in agreement.

“Please make it back safe alright? I still want to have a girlfriend who’ll come back home to me without a new bullet hole on her” you mumble as you allow yourself to melt into her arms while she gives you a tender kiss on the top of your head as she laughs softly at your teasing.

“Always, baby”

“I’m so lonely” you mumble as you sit in the middle of your living room with Liho keeping you company while you prepare your proposal for Nat. “I know I shouldn’t blame her for this but..”

The meow of response from Liho causes you to stop what you’re doing and glance over to the black cat as he looks at you.

“Yes I know even she didn’t wanna do this but-“ another meow of response causes you to roll your eyes and sigh in thought. “Yea.. she’ll be home soon anyway.. just 2 more days then she’ll be back”

The cat gets up from his very comfortable spot in front of the electronic fireplace and struts towards you, crawling onto your lap and purrs for attention. You chuckle softly as you put down the thing you were working on, and gently run your hand thru his fur. “You know for a cat, you make a lot of sense”

Liho stares at you for a moment before closing his eyes and melts onto your lap while you pet him causing you to laugh.

“Okay you lil shit, if you’re gonna stay here you might as well make yourself useful”

To: Y/N <3

From: Natty <3___<3

Hey babe, I’m almost home and can’t wait to see you. Please dont open my gift for you yet, i’d know <3

“Oh please i’m not that crass” You roll your eyes fondly at the text message before shoving your phone back into your pocket. You clasp your hands together as you look around your masterpiece that you spent almost a month on. “Okay.. you can do this”

You hear a meow from your favorite man as Liho jumps up onto the couch and watches you pick up the ring box from the counter. “You know what to do, now come on its show time”

Nat knows deep in her heart that you’re the one for her since the moment you caught a waiter for staring at her cleavage throughout your 3rd date together and had to make sure the black eye you gave him wouldn’t cause a complaint or anything. She knew that you were someone she could see a future with, which is why she was also devastated to not celebrate Christmas with you so when she ended the mission early and could possibly make it before the day ended, she made sure to fly the jet faster than normal.

As she approaches your shared apartment, she could already hear the faint christmas music playing inside. She couldn’t help but smile as her heart warms up knowing her entire world is just right there. She unlocks the front door with her own set of keys, and enters to see your living room decorated with balloons up on the ceiling and a huge “will you marry me?” banner hanging on the wall with you dressed in the dress you wore in your first date- a black off shouldered dress that ends right below your knees with gold accents throughout the bottom half of the dress that looks like little fireworks- right in front of it with the ring in your hands.

She slowly drops her bags with her eyes glued to you and slowly walks up to you as you nervously fidget with the ring in your hands.

“I know this isn’t really how I imagined this to go but..” you trail off, gulping from the nerves before chuckling softly, something Nat learned to be your nervous tick throughout your years together.

“Before we got together, you said that love is for children and that you aren’t worthy of love because of the ledger and stuff.. I told you then that it wasn’t true and that everyone deserves a second chance” you trail off as you feel your emotions starting to bubble up your throat causing your voice to break a little only for you to clear your throat and try to get thru the speech you prepared. “I never told you this but at that moment, I promised to myself and to whoever is out there listening that I’d do anything and everything to make sure that you’d never feel unworthy of what should be the most beautiful emotion out there ever again.. you deserved to be loved by someone may it be me or someone else- though preferably me”

Nat rolls her eyes slightly at the last comment before chuckling softly. She wipes her tears with the back of her hand as she continues to listen.

“I can’t promise a perfect marriage because who are we kidding, we’re literally the two most stubborn people in this galaxy” you start as you couldn’t help but tease, allowing Nat to laugh out at the truth behind that causing you to smile. “But I can promise you to always be here, waiting for you to come home everyday and to love you with my entire being and more because while I know I dont have the power to fight bad guys, I do have the power to love you the way you deserve so.. Natalia Romanova.. will you marry me?”

“Oh sweetheart” Nat starts as she gets down on her knees in front of you so she could cup your face, wiping the tears rolling down your cheeks with the pad of her thumbs. “Yes I’ll marry you”

“Really?” You can’t help but ask as your eyes light up. Nat couldn’t help but melt at the sweet innocence you have and grins as she nods.

“Of course, I wanted to propose to you when I got home” your eyes widen at the confession as you watch Nat take out the ring from her bag and you both laugh at the possibility of having the same proposal plans. You put the ring onto her finger as she does the same to you, allowing the other to just admire the rings on your fingers.

“Gosh I love you so much Nat, Merry Christmas” you say with so much emotion that she couldn’t help but swoon at the thought of marrying someone like you. You wrap your arms around her neck as she wraps her arms around your waist, resting your forehead against hers as she gently gives you a soft peck on the lips.

“Merry Christmas detka, everything I have and everything I am is all yours”

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madwomansapologist · 2 years

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Natasha Romanoff realizing that she is in love with you would include

synopsis: Natasha is a fatal woman. What a surprise when she found out that you could make her heart stop without death being a matter

warning: Nat past is kinda of a trigger itself :/

• Natasha Romanoff, the ultimate black widow, the woman who saved millions of souls. Considering her time as a avenger, she saved billions of lives. And, yet, she never felt like a heroine

• She never felt like someone that deserve to be loved, to have a new family, to survive. For a long time she believed that whatever bad that happened to her was her fault. Everytime that she love and everything went down, part of her was happy. How could she be loved after everything she done?

• But that didn't stop Natasha from realizing that what she felt for you was more than a friendship. You were family, part of the avengers, she shouldn't feel like that for you. Natasha is a good liar, and good liars don't fall for their own lies

• You were a great friend of her. You saved her and she saved you so many times. You let her save you. Even when everything seens horrible you trusted her. Natasha don't know how you can trust your life to her, but what scared her the most is that she also trust her life to you

• Without spoke her feelings out loud, Natasha act on them. She would protect you even more than normally, literally putting herself in front of you when anything that seems violent happens. She will teach you to fight by new methods, her own methods. She bought another safe house, she would never trust the government to mantain vigilantes and heros rights. Natasha also keep an eye on you, just to make sure you are not getting in trouble

• Natasha is a big flirt. Her soft words, her gaze that you almost could feel dragging on your skin, how when you are fighting she will found a way to hidden so much profanity into her jokes: no fear to get hurt would stop her to make you blush

• But Natasha also feel warm because of you. Your gaze is different. Like you are sculping her. She don't feel judge, she just felt... seen. You tend to play with her hair when boring, what always make her softer. And your voice is like a song

• Natasha is kinda of jealous. When you look at Bucky she wants you to only look at her. When Steve makes you laugh, she wants to be the only one to make you laugh. When you and Sharon talk for ours, she wants to be the only one you would like to spend the night talking

• Natasha pretend to herself that being your friend was enough. That ruining things is something she used to do and she couldn't do that to you

• But she realized that she isn't really a great liar. Because when your fingers play with her hair, when you cook her something, when you laugh because of her jokes, when you blush when she save you: she pretends that you are hers

• Little does she know that you do the same

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romanoffshouse · 30 days

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*nudging Natasha awake at 2 a.m.*

Y/N: Do you like me?

Natasha: I MARRIED YOU

Y/N: yeah, but did you marry me as a friend, or as a wife?

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star-xxx1 · 7 months

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Cervix kisses 18+

Stalker! Pervert! Best friend! Natasha x fem!reader.

Warnings: G!p Natasha, dub-con, Somo, masterbation, a bit of a breeding kink, dom Natasha, praise kink and degradation kink, stalking, pantie stealing, pictures (idk what to call it), groping, mommy kink.

A/n: In order of kinktober, even though I am not doing it I thought I should at least do one, right? Natasha is a lot of things here.

A faint luminescence emanated throughout the void, casting ghostly shadows on the walls and floor. soft, guttural sounds along with heavy panting filled the room. Your name gentle rolling off Natashas tounge as she moved her hand frantically up and down on her thick shaft. The sound of water running and skin slapping echoed in the room, providing a sensual backdrop to Natasha's lewd performance. She continued to watch you through the hidden camera that she had installed In your shower, capturing your evey move.

You hummed to yourself while scrubbing your body with the soapy loofah, having no idea that you were be watched. A pair of your panties were wrapped around Natashas dick as she jerked off to the site of your beautiful body, wishing it were your soft hand instead of hers. You had no clue that they were in the hands of your bestfriend. You thought you had just lost them around the house. Natasha stole them whilst you were sleeping, on one of your many sleepovers you guys enjoyed. She sniffed them before stuffing them into her bag, the smell of your prefect pussy lingering on them causing her strained cock to become even harder.

Her eyes glued to the screen, her hand squeezing her pulsating sex harder. her breathing hitching as she neared climax. she threw her head back into the soft, fluffy pillow with a moan and arched her spine, her orgasm washing over her like a tidal wide. Thick ropes of cum squirting out and drenching your panties. Natasha's body shuddered under the force of her orgasm, eyes squeezed tightly shut as she rode out the intense sensation. Finally, she opened them again, focusing on your figure in the shower once more.

"See you soon, pretty girl." She whispered out, throwing your cum soaked panties to the side. She shut the laptop. Standing up to shower herself, getting ready for the sleepover that you both planned today.

Two hands roughly grabbed your waist. It was the only sensation you could feel. The white soft bedding was nothing compared to Natasha's hands on your body. She pulled you into her front as you wrapped your arm around, entangling your legs together. She kissed your rosy cheek, and you smiled. "What did you love most about today?" Your voice came out smooth as slik.

They was so much to pick out of. The time when you needed help getting your bra off, and you exposed your back to Natasha asking her to unclip it. She pulled you down onto her lap abruptly. She wasn't embarrassed that she knew you could feel her hard on, biting her lip to stifle a moan at the pressure, as she aided you. Or when you bent over numerous times to get stuff out of the counters. Or when you need her help to reach something, she grabbed your hips and lifted you, pining you against the marbel counter with her crotch, whilst her hands roamed up dangerous, close to your plush boobs. Or...

There was just so much that Natasha got to go with you today, being able to touch you in places where you wouldn't allow anyone else to. You and Natasha had a very flirty friendship and were so comfortable with each other. You would pee with the door open, get dressed in front of her, share all your secrets, and she would do all the same back to you. Only if you knew that it only fueled her sexual desire to break you into her toy, dominate you, be your only source of comfort. And even in the friendish zone, she controlled you. It was like you were both obsessed with each other, telling each other every detail. The number of times that you had been mistaken as her girlfriend were astronomical because of how lovey you guys were for 'just friends', but you couldn't lie. You definitely had caught feeling for the redhead, maybe even more...

"I don't have a favourite. I love doing everything with you." She whispered into the cold night air. "Aw, that's sweet and kinda cheesy." You joked out. She chuckled and held you closer. "Good night, sweetheart."

"Good night, Natty." You nuzzled your head into Natashas chest. Her clothed breasts develop your face whole.

Natasha adored your light snores. She found them adorable. Her hand coming down to caress the smooth swell of your ass, which stuck out of your flimsy sleep shorts. 'I bet you're so nice and tight,' she thought to herself, squeezing the soft flesh. She couldn't help but fanitise about you. Your curves and your shape were perfect in Nat's eyes.

"Natasha." The name came tumbling from your mouth In a moan like manner. She stared at you, wondering if you had woken up and felt her rough hands on your ass. But no, you were still fast asleep. "Dreaming about me, princess?" She whispered into your ear, carefully biting it.

She grabbed her phone from the nightstand and got up for the bed, making sure not to wake you up. Natasha carefully turned you on okay the back, lifting up your shirt. Your pretty pink nipples are standing tall and proud. "So precious." She cooed. She lovingly kissed your breasts valley.

Natasha started taking pictures of your bare breasts, and you cute buds. Your ass too. She couldn't wait to add this to her collection of your body. She had them on her phone to view at any time, pictures on her wall that she took down when you came over, and in scrapbooks. She just loved you very much.

After taking around 30 pictures, she stopped, getting back into the comfy bed and wrapping her arms around you. She stared at your boobs. Her hard on getting painful. "You look so peaceful when sleeping, princess." Her hands ducking into her boxers, pulling out her thick cock.

"Natasha." Came the name out your plump lips again, your unconscious form shifting a bit. "I know, baby, it will all be okay." She fake pouted. Natasha moved your legs apart, settling in between them. Rubbing your clothed pussy.

"I've been waiting so long for you, baby." Natasha dragged the cotton materiel down your legs. Looking down at your panties, she saw the thick layer of slick. your pussy glistening in the moonlight. "A wet dream, huh?" She teased. She came to hover above you, each hand planted firmly beside your head. She stared at your soft face, kissing your forehead. "This is going to be so good doll."

She smirks as she positions her cock at your dripping entrance. With a gentle push, she slides into your wet pussy, filling you up. She groaned and bit her lip to contain herself. Slowly and gently, she begins to thrust into you, her hands running up and down your sides soothingly as she takes you slowly. her breath warm against your neck as she continues her slow, sensual rhythm. The tip of her cock rubs against your sensitive inner walls, causing tiny jolts of pleasure to run through you. You suddenly jolted awake with a loud moan. Natasha's eyes flashed as she saw you wake up, She leaned down, her lips brushing against your ear as she whispered.

"Baby, you're tight." her meaty shaft sending sharp waves of pleasure shooting through your body. "Fuck yes baby, mommy's cock is deep inside you. You feel so good wrapped around me."

You couldn't stop the moans that spilt out of you as the redhead used you for her pleasure. You tried to wiggle away, but her strong hands firmly held you in place. "Natty!" You gasped out as she slapped your thigh. "You can't fucking run slut" her hand came to cover your mouth, preventing your cries. Salty Tears rolled down your face, not from fear, no pleasure. "You promise to be good?" Her hips came to a halt, you let out a loud muffled whine, as you nodded profusely. Natasha laughed at your pathetic little self. her breath warm against your skin. She let go of your face, her fingers moving to play with your nipples gently as she begins building up the intensity as she goes. Your arms go to wrap around her back, holding her close.

Feeling your arms wrap around her, Natasha leans into the embrace, her body flush against yours. Her thrusts become deeper and harder now, pushing herself fully inside you with each stroke. "That's it, baby. Take mommy's big cock." You moans mixed together like a lustful harmony. "Fuck, you feel so good," Natasha groans out, her hips pushing into yours with more force as she hits deep inside you once again. "Mommy loves you, baby girl." She peppered your forehead with kisses as your mind slowly started to drift off into a land full of pleasure.

"I love you too." You whimper out.

"My little cumdump," She smirks, a calculating bossiness lacing her tone. Her hips begin to grind against yours once more, taking control of their shared rhythm. "You're so fucking sexy when you take my cock like this. You want me to fill this pretty pussy with my babies?" Her cock tip perfectly kissing your cervix sending pleasure through out your body as you clawed at her back. "Mommy!" You cried out, her cock nuzzled perfectly into you. Natasha's nails dig into your hips as she leans down, capturing your lips in a deep, passionate kiss. Her tongue dives into your mouth, exploring and claiming territory as she continues to pound into you. "Letting you best friend fuck you like this? Such a desperate whore." She said looking down at your, with was twisted in pleasure. "Y-your whore." You stutter out. Becoming nothing more but a mindless bitch for the addicting redhead. Natasha chuckles softly as she feels you start to twitch and squirm beneath her, her thrusts becoming more erratic and intense as she nears the edge herself. "That's it, baby. Let mommy watch your pretty face as you cum."

She groans out, her hips bucking wildly as she feels your cum surrounding her cock. Then, with one powerful thrust, she releases herself into you, filling you up with her hot seed as you scream in pleasure. She pants heavily, her body shuddering from the intense orgasm. Her eyes meet yours, filled with satisfaction and love. Natasha smiles softly as she feels your body shaking from the aftershocks of your orgasm. Her hips continue to grind against yours, her cock still buried deep inside you as she rides out her own pleasure. She pulls out of you, leaving your trembling body, your abused cunt sticky with combined fluids. "That was quite the show, baby girl."

"Natasha." You whined out feeling vulnerable after being fucked so harshly by her.

"Shhh." She soothed you.

You felt your pussy gaping, her cum dripping out of you. You whined as you felt your sensitive body begin pulled and up manhandled. She sat you in her lap, your eyes heavily. But before you fell into sweet sleep, you heard your best friends voice. "Can I get a kiss, baby?" You nodded, eyesight hazy. You captured her lips in a sweet, lovingly kiss before falling deep alseep, fucked out. She chuckled and kissed your forehead before lifting up your limp body and taking you to the bathroom. She was going to give you the best aftercare since you were now her perfect princess. Well, you always were.

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ravenromanova · 6 months

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My little girl

Pairings: Step mom Natasha x Step daughter reader (Steve is the father)

Warnings: SMUTTTT!!!!!! DO NOT READ IF YOURE UNDER 18+! Mommy kink, Strap on use, Pet names, Cheating, Fingering, Oral. DO NOT READ IF YOURE UNDERAGE!

Summary: Natasha cant wait to have her little girl anymore.

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The day had started out like normal for you since you had gotten home eat with your dad and step mother, then watch movies in your room til dinner. But unfortunately right after breakfast your father had gotten a call that he was needed on a work trip ASAP. It wasn’t uncommon for your father to be whisked away by work… sometimes you thought he was cheating on your step mother with how much he was gone.

So after you hugged him by he was out of the door faster then you could blink. You were kinda sad you weren’t gonna spend halloween with him since you literally came home for that but oh well. After he left you retreated back into your room despite your step mother trying to talk to you.

About an hour or two after your father’s departure you went down for dinner. Your stomached rumbled as you smelt whatever it was Natasha had made for dinner.

“Take a seat moya lyubov ill bring it to you” She says with a smile as she hears you walk into the kitchen. You do as you’re told and sit down as the mahogany table watching the woman skate her way around the kitchen. When she was done making your plate she handed it to you with a kiss on the head and a smile.

“Thank you” The words barely made it out of your mouth since she had made you a little flustered. She noticed your flushed cheeks but didn’t say anything and sits down to eat next to you.

“So i was thinking that since your dads gone why dont we go to that haunted maze that’s in town tonight? It’ll be good to get out of the house.” Natasha asked breaking the silence the two of you were in. The thought of you and Natasha alone brought a shiver down your spine and made not so pg thoughts run through your head.

“Sure. That’s sounds better than just watching movies all night.” You agree while taking a sip of your drink and try not to choke when you see her smile.

“Great! I’ll get us tickets for around eight so after were finished go get dressed lyubov” She couldn’t contain her excitement about being able to spend time with you if she tried. Even though she was with your father she had been madly in love with you since she met you. Granted she never said anything but in light of recent events with your father she’s throwing all her resolve away.

Natasha had thought your father was cheating on her for months and, it was confirmed a month ago when he came home with a hickey and lipstick on his collar. That was when Natasha had made a plan to get back at him through you in many ways. She had started her plan last week when you came back for break. It started out with soft touches, sweet praises, small gifts and now tonight was her time to finalize her plan.

The two of you finished dinner with light conversation before you got up and got ready. You couldn’t help but put some extra effort in your appearance wanting to impress your stepmother. Black ripped jeans, a red tank top, leather jacket and boots is what you decided on along with your hair in braids. Once you stared at yourself in the mirror for five minutes you finally decided to head downstairs.

When you descended down the stairs Natasha was putting on her boots and you choked a little at how good she looked. She was wearing a grey long sleeve accompanied by a similar leather jacket to yours, black jeans and had her hair braided. Her attention turned towards you and she smiled as her heart thumped in her chest.

“You look so good dekta” She praised walking up to you keys and purse in hand. You blushed at her praise and muttered a ‘thank you’ before walking out to her car. She opened and closed your door before getting into the drivers side and driving off. The car ride was filled with the both of you singing along to halloween songs and laughing.

When she pulled into the maze your eyes widened at the decorations that lined the maze. Natasha parked the car and opened your door while holding out her hand for you. You took her hand with a smile and the two of you walked to the ticket booth.

“Hi welcome to the haunted maze of westview! How can i help you?” The woman dressed as a skeleton asked once you and Natasha approached her.

“Hi! We have two tickets for eight under Romanoff” Natasha answered the woman with her signature smile that made you swoon. The woman gave you both wristbands and told you both to have a goodnight with a smile. Natasha took your hand and started to lead you to the entrance of the maze. And of course to your lucky a zombie jumped out at you right as you entered the maze.

“Fucking shit!” You screamed as the zombie retreated back into their corner. Unknowingly when you jumped you had fully pushed your body into Natashas and her hands found home on your waist. When you realized how close you were to her you tried to pull away but she held you close.

“Stay next to me dekta i’ll protect you” She whispered in your ear and continued to walk you two through the maze hand in hand. As the two of you walked along multiple creatures jumped out at you causing you to shriek and squeal like a child. Natasha laughed everytime you screamed and jumped back into her arms.

In all reality she was loving how scared you got because you sought solace in her. She would wrap her arms around your waist and hold you close smiling to herself each time. By the time you two neared the end of the maze you were significantly scared and a mess in Natasha’s arms. But of course you couldn’t leave without one more group of creepy and disfigured creatures popping out and scaring you half to death.

“Okay can we go home now?” Your voice was starting to shake from how scared you were. Natasha took your hand and nodded before kissing your hand and bringing you to her car.

“I didn’t know it would be that intense dekta im sorry” She apologized with a look of pity in her eyes pulling you into a hig for a second. Your arms naturally found themselves wrapped around her waist and your head laid on her chest.

“It’s okay it’s not your fault im a wimp” You joke lifting your head up to look into her deep green eyes. For a moment you could’ve sworn you saw something more than just a step mother kind of love from her. And you were right and that became clear when her hand cupped your face and rubbed your cheek. She stared at you with more love and admiration than you’ve ever seen.

“Let’s get you home dekta” She whispered kissing your head then taking your hand in hers again. You gratefully take her hand and let her lead the way to her car before getting in the passenger seat. She got in the drivers side after she closed your door and drove off yet again.

Natasha kept one hand n the wheel and one hand on your thigh the whole time she drove back to your house. The two of you sat in comfortable silence during the ride home just enjoying the music on the radio. Your thoughts were running wild when she rubbed her thu,b on your thigh, the action set a straight pulsing to your core. It was hard to focus on anything with the way her hand felt on you. When she pulled into the driveway she moved her hand to your cheek and made you look at her pulling you out of your thoughts.

“When we get inside i want you to go upstairs, strip, get on the bed and wait for me” She demanded fully losing her resolve. You didn’t mutter a word but instead just nodded your head not completely understanding what’s happening. You bolted out of the car and unlocked the front door before booking it to your room.

As you ran to your room you couldn’t contain your excitement or the wetness in your panties growing. Once you finally reached your room you undressed as fast as your could and then laid on your bed waiting for her. It took her a grueling fifteen minutes before she walked into your room with a red strap on in her hand and a devilish smile.

“Good girl listening to mommy” She groaned out taking in your fair skin and pretty face. Natasha wasted no time in sauntering over to you and placing herself between your thighs. Her hands found their way to your stomach and she squeezed the soft flesh.

“So soft, So pretty baby” Her praise sent a shiver down your spine which in turn made your nipples hard. She moved her hands to your chest and rolled your nipples in between her fingers.

“Oh fuck mommy” The moan was broken as it past your lips. The arousal in between your thighs was dripping down on the sheets at this point. It was only a matter of seconds before one of your nipples was in her mouth and she sucked on it. Your back arched from the pleasure that you felt.

You aren’t quite sure how you got here but gods you were loving it. Her mouth felt so good on your chest you swear you almost came right then.

“Please fuck me mommy” You beg clawing at her back earning a chuckle from the redhead. “Please” The need was very evident in your voice.

“Okay okay okay” She laughed making her way down your body. Your glistening pussy made her groan when she came face to face with it. She wasted no time again as she stuck two fingers into you making you moan loudly.

“Oh fuck yes” You screamed when her mouth came down on your clit. Her fingers worked relentlessly hitting your g-spot over and over again while sucking your clit. You were in a haze from the pleasure you felt as your orgasm came closer.

“R-Right there mommy…FUCK!” Your orgasm ripped through you like you’ve never felt before earning a satisfied moan from the older woman. The second you came on her tongue she knew she was addicted for life.

“Such a good girl dekta” Your stepmother praised rubbing small circles on your clit with her free hand while still hitting your g-spot with the other.

“M-Mommy c-cant too sensitive” The pleas fell on deaf ears as she pulled another orgasm from you. She smirked to herself and pulled her fingers out and then licking them clean.

“So fucking sweet” She continued her praises grabbing the strap securing it to her hips. Your eyes fell down to the strap and your eyes widened in excitement yet again. It was in this moment she went from your step mother to the love of your life.

“I’m gonna fuck you for real now okay sweet girl?” She asked kissing her thighs lifting them to wrap around her waist. You gladly wrapped your legs around her which brought her closer to your dripping and aching pussy. Your hands wrapped around the faux cock and directed it to you.

“Please mommy” And that plea right here is what broke all of her restraint. She slammed her cock into you making you scream out and claw at her. She picked a fast pace as she rammed herself into you.

“OH FUCK!” You screamed feeling the strap hit all the right spots. Natasha smirked as she looked down at you and saw your face contort with pleasure.

“That’s it baby take it take mommy cock” She demanded feeling her clit brush against the strap making her moan. Her moans were music to your ears and brought you closer to your thrive orgasm.

“R-Right there mommy -oh fuck-“ The sentence barely came out as you came on the strap with a shriek. You sat up and grabbed onto her and she decided to wrap her arms around your waist and fuck into you harder.

“My sweet little girl takes me so well” Natasha praised chasing her own orgasm still fucking into you hard.

“Yes mommy! All for you” You moaned attaching your lips to her neck needing to distract yourself from the pleasure. Her head fell back once you started sucking on her neck and that was all she needed to cum harder than ever.

“Such a good girl” She kissed your forehead as she laid you back on your back and fucked your through her orgasm bringing you to your fourth.

“Thank you mommy” You squeaked feeling her pull out of you slowly. She discarded the strap on the floor then laid next to you breathlessly.

“Oh im the one that should be thanking you” Her laugh came out airy as she rolled to her side to look at you. She pulled the covers over the two of you before she pulled you closer so your back was pressed against her.

“Well either way that was amazing” Your hands found their way on top of hers giving them a soft squeeze. She hummed in agreement and laid with you in a dazed state. It took you a few moments before the reality of you sleeping with your step mother hit.

“Fuck-“ You berated yourself making Natasha turn you over to face her. Her eyes were filled with concern as you kept muttering to yourself.

“What’s wrong dekta?” She asked cupping your cheeks making you look at her.

“We just had sex! And you’re married to my father! That’s what’s wrong” You sat up and ran your hand through your hair. “Oh my gods what have i done?” You ask more to yourself than her.

“Hey hey hey look at me its okay” She said softly making you shake your head in response.

“No! No! it isn’t okay!” You said in a frantic state disgusted with yourself and what you’ve done.

“Your father has been cheating on me” She finally says causing you to halt your head shaking.

“W-What?” The disbelief was hard to hide as you spoke. It’s not like the thought of your dad cheating never happened but for it to finally be confirmed shocked you.

“I found out last month.. You know his secretary? Sharon?” She asked and you nodded. “Well apparently those work trips have been to the four seasons in jersey city” Natashas voice came out smooth and soft as she spoke almost as if she didn’t care.

“Why dont you seem more upset?” Was all you were able to ask still in shock.

“Because i found someone much better to love” She answered cupping your cheek. It took you a moment to realize what or more so who she was talking about.

“M-Me?” You asked pointing to yourself with wide eyes. She shook her head yes with a smile on her face.

“Ive wanted you since the day i met you. Marrying your father was the biggest mistake of my life” The redhead admitted staring into your eyes. You smiled back at the woman nodding your head in understanding.

“So what does this mean?” Your voice was a little shaky as you spoke but she gave you a kiss to help with that.

“It means that i want a divorce from your father… And then if you want me i want to be with you” She admitted and for the first time you saw the older woman blush.

“I want you” You said quickly not giving her any time to doubt herself. Natasha smiled and brought you in for another kiss. That night you two laid together figuring out how Natasha would bring up the divorce to your father.

In the months that followed your father and Natasha got a divorce and, you and her moved to new york together during the summer so you could finish school. Natasha was more than happy to leave westview and move to the big city with you. She found a job with a private security company a month after you two settled into your new apartment.

You and your father no longer spoke since he decided to start dating sharon before his and Natashas divorce was finalized. But in all honesty you couldn’t give two fucks about your father when you are this happy.

Who knew one haunted maze would really be the start of your new life?

~The end~

A/n GUYS ITS THE 16TH! 😭 So i just had to post a nat fic in dedication. I miss our girl sm!

i do not give permission for my work to be translated or copied on other cites

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Kinktober (2)- Sex Pollen

Natasha X Reader 18+

Summary: During a mission, you get infected with sex pollen. The only thing that seems to soothe the pain is Natasha's touch.

Warnings/Tags: SMUT MDNI, Sex Pollen, Fingering, Strap-ons, Multiple Orgasms, Degrading

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Sweat dripped down the side of your face as your mind felt fuzzy, head leaning back against the wall of the Quinjet as you tried to control your breathing. Everything just felt so hot, your body trembling while your leg bounced gently, the sound of your suit rubbing together catching the attention of Natasha across from the jet.

"Hey," she softly said, kneeling down in front of you, her hand moving to rest on your leg and causing a new wave of heat to rush straight between your legs. Your eyes dilated as you looked at your girlfriend who stared at you with a curiosity in her eyes, trying to read your reaction. "Are you alright?" Her voice sounded heavenly to you, her accent causing a slight rasp to her words making the throb between your legs even more of a problem. You could feel a wetness building there already and let out a small groan when she gripped your thigh to gain your attention. "Do you need to see Bruce?"

"No," you sighed out, "I don't need him, just you ." A tint of gold laced your iris as your eyes darkened with lust, Natasha's eyes widening at the sudden change in yours.

"You're eyes..." she trailed off, you ignoring her as you grabbed her hand and slowly guided it to your core. "Are you sure you don't need Bruce or Helen to check you over?"

" No ," you practically whimpered out when her hand grazed you through the fabric of your suit. "Please, I need you, I... it's too much, please help me," you begged, gazing at her as she kneeled in front of you.

"What?" she asked while you leaned forwards to bury your face in the crook of her neck.

"I think I made contact with the sex pollen Bruce warned us about earlier," you rasped out near her ear as you slowly kissed her jaw. "I need you Nat, please." The spy looked out the window to see the Quinjet was about to land and swiftly helped you to your feet to quickly guide you off as fast as possible. The others watched with puzzled expressions as the spy helped you off first without a word but left it be as no one wanted to try and catch up.

The second you both made it to your shared room, you pounced at the spy, pulling her to you so she pinned you against the door.

"Please make it stop," you moaned when her knee slotted between your thighs.

"I will Detka, don't worry," she murmured between kisses, her hands tackling your suit. Her hands pulled your jacket and shirt off while you went to unzip her suit, the gold tint returning to your eyes when you saw her naked chest peeping from her black widow suit. "Get on the bed and strip the rest of your clothes," her tone dropping an octave as she pulled back, a pathetic noise leaving you at the loss of contact. You obeyed immediately though, rushing to get on the bed and stripping as she followed you. She quickly removed her suit, grabbing the strap on from the bedside drawer and placing it on the end of the bed for later before making her way back over to your shaking form.

"Please don't tease me," you pleaded as she straddled your thigh, "I can't take it anymore." She simply answers by threading one hand through your hair and pulling you in for a bruising kiss, the other going straight to your core. The moan that left your mouth was sinful as her fingers ran through your dripping pussy, her kisses moving to your neck as your hands gripped the bedsheets till your knuckles bled white. "Fuck Nat," you groaned when she slipped two fingers straight into you, your back arching into her as she started a fast pace of thrusting them into you. Her thumb came to rub circles onto your clit as she pumped her digits into you mercilessly, whimpers and whines tumbling out of your mouth as your orgasm built.

"You're doing so good for me Kotenok," she purrs, a groan escaping you as you move one hand to cup her jaw and guide her back to your face for another searing kiss. "So desperate for me, how bad do you need to come?" she rasps out against your lips, your eyes fluttering open to stare into her darkened green ones.

"So bad," you moan out when she curls her fingers against your g-spot.

"Beg me for it then," her eyes sparkling with mischief as she gazes into the gold in your eyes.

"I need you to make me come so fucking bad," you groan out, hips bucking against her hand as she continues to fuck you. "I need you so bad, please make me come Nat. I can't take it anymore, please, please -" She shushes you by claiming your lips, pumping her fingers in and out of you and circling your clit to have you moaning in her mouth, body begging for its release as you squirm under her. "Oh fuck, I'm so close," you pant out. "Please can I come?" she smiles into the kiss after hearing your question, pulling back and moving one hand to tug your hair back, making you look up slightly at her.

"Come for me, come all over my fingers," you practically let out a scream as your orgasm takes over, your body shaking under her as you buck on her hand to ride out your aftershocks. You pant against your mouth before a low moan escapes you at the feeling of her pulling out. "Good girl," she praises before raising her fingers to her mouth, moaning at the sweeter taste of you and hollowing her cheeks around her digits.

"It still hurts," you whimper out, the throb between your thighs only briefly dimming before coming back. "Please fuck me with your cock," your voice dripping with desire and desperation as you move forwards to rest your face against her bare chest, the skin to skin contact setting your body alight.

"You want it that much?" her tone teasing, your head nodding against her chest before your tongue swirls around one of her nipples, you moaning as you hear a breathy sigh escape her lips. She leans over to grab the strap on she placed on the bed earlier, pulling it on so it rests snuggly on her hips before positioning herself above you. Her hand guides the tip of it to run against your folds and on your clit, your body squirming and hips bucking at the action.

"Nat," you whine out, hands gripping her waist and trying to get her to move forwards.

"Patience Kotenok," she warns, "Or I'll leave you here, dripping all over the sheets like the little slut you are." You loosen your hold on her, looking at her with fearful eyes as you need her to pound you into the mattress as soon as possible.

"I'm sorry," you sigh out, "Please don't stop, please don't leave me." She lowers her face till her lips ghost yours, her finally guiding the tip to your entrance and slowly pushing in.

"I've got you," she whispers, thrusting the entire toy into you earning a choked moan. Your hands go to her back, nails scratching red marks into her creamy skin as she pulls out till only the tip remains and slams back into you. Her hips are brutal as they thrust into you, her mouth trying to muffle your moans as she pounds into you. The bed shakes with the force of her thrusts and a loud groan erupts from the back of your throat as she lifts your legs up to wrap around her waist, the toy slipping even deeper into you. You clench around her cock as it hits all the right places inside you, nothing but lewd noise echoing around the room as the sound of your moans and skin slapping together mixes.

"Harder," you moan out and Natasha listens, your moans turning to pathetic noises as you near your second orgasm.

"Look how pretty you look stretch out on my cock," she husks out, kissing your neck as you're unable to return the kiss at the moment. "You're taking me so well," her teeth scrape against the column of your throat sending a shiver down your spine. Her hips continue to snap into you and soon you're right on edge and she can tell. "You wanna come for me again Kotenok?" she murmurs at the hot skin of your neck.

"Yes," you pant out without hesitation, hands moving to grip the bed sheets instead of leaving any more scratch marks on her back.

"Be a good girl and come for me," her tone laced with power as she orders you to do, your orgasm immediately washing over you as you writhe under her once again. This time however, Natasha doesn't slow down, fucking you through your second orgasm and straight into your third. You're a whimpering mess when she starts to slow down, the throb between your legs still there as she rolls you over onto your front and lifts you so you can kneel in front of her.

"Nat," you moan out when she slides back into you. She uses a hand to wrap around your throat as she pulls your head back slightly. A guttural moan is ripped from your throat when she slams the toy back into you hard after pulling back to just the tip, her setting a slower rhythm with deeper thrusts as she takes you in doggy.

Your mind clouds with arousal and pleasure as you lose yourself in the feeling of everything. Your hands giving in under you, face now pressed against the bed as she takes you from behind. You feel one of her hands soon press your face down into the mattress as she continues to fuck you mercilessly. You lose count of how many more times you come, mind blanking as pleasure was the only thing you could feel. You register when Natasha comes, her hips grinding into yours as the base of the toy rubbed against her clit, when she falls onto you, her moaning lowly into your ear.

"Thank you," you whisper, tilting your head to the side to press your lips to whatever skin you can reach before you let your head fall back onto the bed, exhaustion taking over your body.

"You're welcome Kotenok," she murmurs back, pressing a kiss to your head before letting you rest for a moment. Your aftercare passes as a blur, your body too tired to try and understand what's happening as Natasha takes care of you. The feeling of her naked body pressed behind you, her arm wrapped securely around your middle, helps you quickly drift to sleep as the throb between your legs finally simmers down.

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Accidents Happen

Family is More than Blood AU

Summary: When Carol has a nightmare and hurts you with her powers, your sisters don’t take it to well.

Warning: A whole lot of angst, mention of a nightmare, mention of injury

Word Count: 3.1k

Natasha was a little surprised to find you in Wanda’s room sitting on her bed while the Sokovian was in her closet. “Hey Nat,” you said when you noticed her in the doorway. “What’s up?”

“I was just looking for you,” she leaned against the doorway. “What are you doing?”

“Oh!” Natasha watched the smile grow on your face. “Carol is taking me on a date and I’m running out of date outfits so Wanda offered her assistance.” Wanda stuck her head out of the closet and smiled at the Black Widow. “Do you need something?” You asked. Natasha smiled, shaking her head but she felt a weird feeling bubble in her chest.

“Nope,” she said. “Have fun tonight. Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.” You laughed and your attention was back on Wanda as she stepped out of the closet with a few dress options. Natasha walked out of Wanda’s room as soon she was a good distance away her smile fell. It seemed like every time Yelena or her tried to do anything with you Carol seemed to have something planned. It was frustrating but Natasha had never seen your smile so big. She felt that feeling again deep within her chest. There was a bitter taste in her mouth. She gasped, stopping in the hallway. Jealous. She was jealous of the time you and Carol were spending together. She shook her head, trying to rid herself of the feeling, and walked into Yelena’s room.

“Is she not coming?” The blonde asked. Natasha shook her head. Yelena sighed but she smiled. “That’s okay! We’ll still have fun.” Natasha smiled, pulling her sister into a hug.

“You're right,” she said. “Now we can gossip about her.” Yelena giggled, the smile not reaching her eyes.

“Tonight was fun,” you said, walking into your room with Carol close behind.

“It was,” you squeaked as you felt her arms wrap around your waist pulling you flush to her chest. “You looked beautiful tonight,” she kissed your shoulder and you felt goosebumps form over your skin. You pulled out of her arms with a smirk.

“Help me take the dress off,” you said, walking into the bathroom. Carol followed you without hesitation.

You lay awake next to Carol tracing shapes on her skin. She was fast asleep next to you, laying on her back. You knew you should get some sleep as you promised Yelena you would go on a morning run with her but your mind wouldn’t stop. You couldn’t believe this was your life. You were out of the Red Room living with your sisters and the Avengers and going on dates with a girl you liked. It was your dream come true.

Whimpers coming from the woman next to you broke you out of your daydream. You sat up slowly to look at Carol. Her eyebrows were scrunched together and a thin line of sweat was covering her forehead. A nightmare. “Hey darling,” you whispered. “Wake up for me. You're safe. It’s just a nightmare.”

“No,” Carol mumbled. “Not her. Please.” Your heart broke. “Take me. Take me.” She began to thrash in her sleep. You had to wake her up before she hurt herself.

“Sweetheart, wake up. Come back to me.” It happened rather quickly. Her hands began to glow and before you could get out of the way, a blast from her powers hit you directly. It sent you flying backward and you hit the wall hard. Stars covered your vision as you slid down to the ground. You hissed in pain, squeezing your eyes shut.

“Fuck,” you barely could make out Carol sitting up in bed. But her eyes found you instantly. “Y/n,” Carol stuttered.

“It’s,” you winced. “It’s okay.” Before Carol could move over to you, your door flew open and you saw your sisters running over to you.

“What did you do?” Natasha barked at Carol. It was becoming hard to keep your eyes open.

“Carol,” you mumbled. “Accident.”

“Get away from her,” you heard Yelena snap. “We need to get her to the med bay.” That was the last thing you heard before the world went dark.

You woke up extremely thirsty and in the med bay. There was a pounding in your head as you tried to sit up. “Hey,” you heard Wanda’s voice. “Take it easy.” She helped you sit up.

‘Water,’ you thought. The Sovokvian handed you a water bottle and you downed the entire thing. “How long have I been here?” You asked her.

“2 days,” she said. “Your injuries were pretty extensive. Helen had to use the cradle,” you looked down at your arms and saw that the burns were gone. Your skin felt normal, and some of your old scars were gone. “The serum saved your life.”

“Where’s Carol?” Wanda sighed.

“I don’t know,” but she wasn’t being fully honest, she wouldn’t look at you. “I saw Natasha and Yelena talking to her,” she bit her lip. “I heard Steve saying she took off for a mission.” Your heart skipped. You tore the IV out of your arm and stood up. Your legs were a little shaky and you ignored Wanda calling out for you as you left the room.

“Hey,” Natasha said, walking over to you with Yelena and Maria. “What are you doing out of bed?”

“What did you do?” You asked, ignoring her question and the ache radiating from your body. Her poker face was amazing but you knew your sister and everyone had a tell. There was a small twitch of her left eyebrow. “What did you say to Carol?”

“Nothing,” she said. She was lying. “She could have killed you.”

“It was an accident,” you admitted. “She was having a nightmare and woke up and reacted. How many times have you hurt Maria because of a nightmare?” You asked.

“It’s a little different,” Yelena said, not allowing time for Natasha to answer. You looked at the blonde. ‘We don’t have powers as she does.” You looked at them in disbelief.

“It’s the same thing. We wake up from a nightmare sometimes out of control,” you heard Wanda walk next to you. “So I’m going to ask again. What did you say to her that caused her to leave?” You asked.

“We didn’t say anything,” Natasha said. “Now come on you need to rest,” she moved to grab your hand but you pulled away from her. You didn’t believe her. Carol wouldn’t just leave without making sure you were okay. Right? Right?

“Natalie,” you said slowly. “Stop lying to me.” You held her glare. Finally, she sighed.

“I told her that it would be best if she wasn’t here when you woke up,” your stomach flipped and the color drained from your face.

“What?” You questioned. “Why-why would you do that?”

“She could have killed you,” she took another step towards you but you backed away from her. You needed space. “She’s dangerous.”

“Dangerous?” You questioned.

“We just want what’s best for you,” Yelena added.

“Best for me?” It was hard for your brain to connect what they were saying. Your brain was short-circuiting. “You wanted to do what was best for me but you made a decision that wasn’t yours to make,” you said. You rubbed your head. “You did it for your benefit, not mine. Why’d you do it?”

“Carol-”

“Stop,” you hissed, cutting Natasha off. “Stop making this conversation about her when her hurting me was an accident because if she was in the right state of mine she wouldn’t hurt me or anyone of us,” you hated this rage that was building inside of you especially since it was directed at your sisters'. You pinched the bridge of your nose. “Why did you tell her to leave?” Still, they didn’t answer. Your sisters were as stubborn as a mule. So you focused your attention on Maria. “You’ve been quiet over there,” you said to her. “Did you not have a hand in what my sisters did?” She crossed her arms, a clear scene of protecting herself.

“I did not,” you hummed, looking back at Natasha and Yelena. The youngest couldn’t even look at you anymore.

“I could always ask Wanda,” you said. “Have her take a peek inside your head.” They both had a physical reaction to that. Natasha through her arms to the side with a huff.

“Carol has been hogging you for weeks. We barely get to see you.” You blinked at her, allowing her words to sit with you.

“Jealousy,” you said, slowly. “You told Carol to leave the compound because you were jealous.”

“Well,” Yelena said. “There is more to it than that.” You laughed.

“Oh, is there?” You asked. “Because do you want to see it from my point of view? You are selfish,” Yelena’s eyes began to water. “If there is a problem you come talk to me and not take matters into your hand and pushed away someone I l-care about,” you stopped yourself from admitting something you weren’t sure about. “I’ve admitted to both of how jealous I am of the life you’ve got to live and I’ve never tried to break it apart. You-” your voice cracked. “Is this why you never came back for me?” You hit a nerve as Natasha’s face morphed into sadness.

“Y/n,” she said.

“I guess I don’t deserve the same happiness, right?” A part of you regretted saying it. “You didn’t want me to steal what you already have.”

“Please stop saying that,” Yelena pleaded. “That’s not true.”

“Yeah it hurts, doesn’t it?” you shook your head and pushed past them. You ran to your room, using the adrenaline to push past the pain. When you got to your room, you immediately called Carol unsure if the call was going to go through. You paced back and forth listening to it ring. “Hey, can you call me when you get this? Please. I’m not mad at you. I just want to talk.” You hung up, biting your nails. You called her again and like before she didn’t answer. “I don’t know what they said to you but I’m okay. I just need you to come home.” You hung up. You called three more times throughout the day, leaving voicemails and text messages but she didn’t respond.

After 24 hours since you woke up from med bay you had enough. FRIDAY told you Tony was in his lab with Rhodey. You stormed in. “Woah,” Tony said, holding up his hands. “Where’s the fire, Big Spider?”

“I need you to send me to space.”

“Excuse me?” The billionaire questioned.

“This is about Carol, right?” Rhodey asked. You ignored him and stared at Tony.

“Here is what’s going to happen,” you said, placing your hands on the table. “You are either going to send me to space or give me a way to speak with Carol. Because I’m this close,” you put your fingers close together. “To lose my fucking mind.” You cleaned closer to him. “And trust me, Tony, you don’t want to be on my warpath.” Tony gulped. His eyes nervously glanced at the man sitting next to him.

“Okay,” Tony said. “We have a direct line to her ship that we use for emergencies.”

“And this seems like an emergency," Rhodey added.

“Follow me.” You followed Tony to a conference room where a computer was set up. “Just press enter and it will connect.” You nodded.

“Tony,” he faced you. “Thank you.”

“Don’t mention it,” he smiled. You sat down at the computer and took a few deep breaths to calm yourself down. It was wrong to take your anger out on Tony when it wasn’t his fault. You made a mental note to apologize to him. Your heart was in your throat as you hit enter and waited for the video to connect.

“Stark is there -” her voice cut off as she saw you. She was standing in the hallway of her ship.

“Please don’t hang up,” you said suddenly. “Hi,” you whispered. She looked tired, bags underneath her eyes. “I’m not mad at you. I wasn’t sure if you got my messages.”

“I did,” she said. That hurt a little more than you thought as she was ignoring your calls.

“Oh, okay,” you cleared your throat. “I don’t know what they said to you to make you leave but it was an accident. I know you would never hurt me. What hurt more was when I woke up and the one person I wanted to see wasn’t there,” your throat burned as you tried to keep the tears back. “When will you be home?”

“Mission will take about a week,” you nodded, unable to look at her anymore. You angrily whipped away a tear.

“Okay, I’ll see you then.”

“Sweetheart,” the pet name caused you to look up. “I’m sorry.” You weren’t sure what she was apologizing for but you nodded and ended the call. You closed your eyes, tasting the salt of your tears. Every wound or bruise you’ve gotten didn’t hurt as much compared to this feeling. Your heart was hurting. You were fighting with your sisters and Carol was avoiding you. You fell to the ground, bringing your knees to your chest. You covered your mouth to quiet your sobs. Your entire body shook. When was the last time you let yourself cry this much? You heard footsteps walking over to you. Through your blurry eyes, you saw that it was Wanda. Without saying anything, she knelt next to you and hugged you.

“Every-everything h-hurts,” you cried against her.

“I know,” she said, running her fingers through your hair. “I need you to breathe for me.” You shook your head.

“I can’t,” your lungs were burning. You couldn’t bring in enough air. “Help,” you pleaded. “Help me.”

“Are you sure?” Instead of answering you brought her hand to your temple. You closed your eyes. Soon your mind went blank and you fell into a deep sleep.

Four days passed since the nightmare incident, and everyone besides Wanda and Vision knew to stay out of their way. You weren’t talking to Natasha and Yelena, even ignoring Melina when she called. Your blood still boiled every time you thought about what they said. You were cutting into a peanut butter angrily when FRIDAY said, “Miss. Y/n, your presence is being requested at the helipad.” You dropped the knife and ran to the elevator, praying for the metal machine to go faster. When the elevator opened, you were standing in front of Carol.

“Hi, stranger,” you said, slightly out of breath. Carol chuckled.

“That’s my line,” she smiled. You hesitated unsure of where she was at. She opened her arms, silently inviting you into a hug. You ran over to her, jumping into her arms. She tensed up slightly but soon relaxed against you. “I’m sorry, sweetheart,” she kissed the top of your head.

“What are you apologizing for?” You asked, stepping back slightly.

“For hurting you when I had that nightmare, for not being in the med bay when you woke up, for everything,” you smiled, placing a hand on your cheek and moving your thumb against her skin. She leaned into your touch.

“I had to admit it hurt,” you said. “We are a team and when things get tough we figure it out together.”

“I could have killed you,” she whispered.

“And the same thing could have happened if I woke up from a nightmare. I’ve almost broken Alexei’s arm,” she looked down but you forced her to look at you. “We’ve all been through some shit that has affected us but we are stronger together, right?”

“Right,” she smiled. You moved your hands behind her neck.

“Can I kiss you?” Her smile grew and she kissed you. You didn’t realize how much you missed kissing her. Her lips were soft against yours and she made your heart beat against your ribs. “Come on,” you said, ending the kiss. “I want to hear all about space. You need to take me up there.” She put her arm around your shoulders, pulling you close. “But wait, I thought you said the mission was going to take a week.” Carol hit the button for the elevator.

“I got a call from Natasha,” she led you into as the doors opened. “She said I’m needed here more than in space.”

Natasha closed the book she was reading when someone knocked at her door. She sighed, closed her book, and walked over to the door. It was a surprise that you were on the other side. You haven’t spoken to her since you stormed out of med bay which Natasha understood but she wished you could talk to her. “Can I come in?” She nodded, stepping out of the way. Natasha closed the door and sat back on the bed but you didn’t join her. Instead, you crossed your arms and stood by the foot of her bed. “Carol told me you apologized.” Natasha nodded.

“Yelena and I both did,” you nodded. “I am sorry. You were right. I did what I did for myself and not for you.” Your jaw clenched but you took a deep breath in and slowly let it out.

“I said some things that day I’m not proud of and I’m sorry,” Natasha knew there was more. “But I’m still mad and I-” you cleared your throat, hugging yourself tighter. “It hurt, Nat, really bad. I feel like I have everything I missed out on; you and Yelena, a family that cares about me, and a girl that likes me.” You looked at her. “Everything you’ve had for years. I have now.” Natasha forced herself to look at you when all she wanted to do was look away and let the tears fall.

“Sestra, what can I do to make this right?” You sighed.

“I don’t know,” you said. She felt the wall she built up come crumbling down. “I still love you and Yelena but I need to figure it out. I need to be selfish for once in my life.” Natasha nodded.

“Of course, we’ll be here,” you nodded, turning to leave but Natasha said your name which caused you to stop. “Sila v pravde (Strength is in truth).” She watched your shoulders shake but you didn’t turn around and walked out of her room, closing the door behind you. It was a phrase that you said to each other when you lived in Ohio. You tried to continue it in the Red Room but Natasha kept her distance. Natasha closed her eyes, expecting the tears to fall but they didn’t. She felt oddly numb. No bruise or broken bone or gunshot could compare to this ache she was feeling. All she wanted was to go back in time and undo what she did. She wanted her sister back.

Part 2

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This is the end.

Summary: N/A

Words: 1144

WARNINGS: Angst

For the people who like 2nd pov this would be one of the rare stories that I fully use it in.

Love was something that came foreign to Natasha, don’t get her wrong, she knew almost everything that had to do with humans. From the head to the spinal cord and below. For example she knew just where to aim to hit the heart. So it wasn’t the concept of love that was foreign, it was the elements within it. I mean really, what is it? What is love? No one had a solid answer to it, at least she didn’t think, and she couldn’t go around asking people questions in the Red Room. So as of now, she didn’t have a solid answer.

Well, at least that’s what she thought. She did have a slight suspicion that her comrade Y/N, had feelings for her. Y/N would greet her every morning, ask about her day, and overall ask things about, well her, and you had only been here for what she could remember, two weeks. She heard the snickers from peers, something about you being a love sick puppy. So maybe that’s what love was. Greetings and questions. Maybe people just wanted to have someone take an interest.

Natasha’s played this game before though, in another week or so, your interest would die down and you’d be the same as everyone else. Knowing this she paid no mind, why commit to something that was bound to come to an end? Why commit when there was no further promise in those longing eyes in yours other than infatuation? You didn’t know much about her, except her name and her face. So how could you ever love her?

As she sat there, with you across from her speaking about your day, both your eyes would meet for seconds at a time, and she grew worried. Worried about the abnormal feelings in her chest? No, it was her throat- maybe it was her stomach. She’s felt this before, this feeling, whenever she would meet gazes with certain people, she would feel this, and for a while it would never go away. But it eventually did, so Natasha wasn’t too keen on paying attention to it. Maybe the feeling would subside, and with that the worry would go away.

Weeks turned into a month, and Natasha started feeling, well. Guilty.

You had been there every morning, every evening, and every afternoon. You would ask about her day and if she was busy. You would invite her out for “fun” days. You would act like you were in love, without the two of you being in love.

She started feeling guilty, because that feeling hadn’t gone away. But she knew she didn’t love you. Right? Yeah, maybe she warmed up to you, but she could never love you. She was an assassin, she had too many secrets she had to keep. So many things she had yet to achieve, she didn’t have time for a relationship, she didn’t love you. She couldn’t have, you knew nothing about her. And she knew nothing about you. She wanted different, and you deserved someone who wanted to love you. She wanted you to want someone who wanted to love you, someone who wasn’t her.

Natasha never brought up your actions, she never brought up anything that had to do with you really. Yes she acknowledged you but that was all. Because if she had to acknowledge you she had to learn, and if she had to learn then she would memorize you. She didn’t want to do that. Even if she would wait just a little more when you were late so you could still greet her in the morning. Even if she asked for your favorite instant coffee instead of hers just so you could also enjoy it. Even if she also asked how your night was, she didn’t want to memorize you, she didn’t want to learn, because what would she do if she did? She didn’t love you.

She didn’t like you. That was something you had concluded quickly, but with no objections on her behalf you still pursued. Maybe she could learn to like you. Maybe she would like you enough to say yes. To a date, to a time, to anything. Unlike Natasha you noted, you yearned for love. For a touch, for someone who wanted you. You willed and hoped that, that was indeed her.

So you tried, you pursued, and you failed. She didn’t like you, and you left.

As Natasha opened the door to the dining hall, she had to remind herself that you weren't there to greet her anymore. What she predicted was true. You had grown uninterested, and as simple as that statement was to think about, it was somewhat-hard- for her… heart? To process. She in no way was dumb, in her head she knew everything that was going to happen, in her head she was not surprised. But, in her… chest. In her heart. For some reason, she was hurt.

She laid in bed that night, thinking. Maybe, maybe she didn’t love you. But love doesn’t come overnight. Maybe she didn’t love you, but whatever she was feeling made her want to try. Whatever she was feeling made her yearn, and whatever she was feeling made her hurt.

The next day you did greet her in the dining hall, you greeted her with a friend. A friend you got coffee, a friend you asked if they were okay. A friend that wasn’t a friend, and Natasha knew, she couldn’t love you.

As you met gazes, you both understood.

There was no monumental ending, there would be no tears shed.

It simply happened.

Natasha came to her revelation too late, her feelings uneasy.

You came to yours too quickly.

You left just as swiftly as you had come.

This was the end of a love story that never existed. But it hurt just as much.

This is the end. The simplicity of a moment marking something that never existed, made hurt bubble in one of the figures, while the other was somewhat oblivious.

Love was someone asking if you are okay without expecting a thank you. Love was pushing someone on the swing but not too hard. Love was taking a leap of faith and hoping, wishing, willing, that they’d fall into the bottomless pit of emotions too. That they’d tether over the edge, and let themselves fall for you.

That’s what love was, Natasha thought. Somewhere in the back of her mind, she was happy, because now there was no guilt. But somewhere in a crevice of her heart, she was angry, angry at herself, she was angry at her head. For making sure that she didn’t fall too.

Because love was something that came foreign to Natasha. But she was willing to try it with you, now all she could do was wish you the best, and lie that she didn’t want you.

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