#natasha romanoff fluffy

[lovelywritingobsession]

*Natasha and Y/N on a date*

Y/N: I bet 20 bucks that the waiter will give me the bill.

Natasha: Add 5 kisses and you got yourself a deal.

*Natasha and Y/N leaving the place*

Y/n: this isn't fair you used your super special spy skills to get the bill *pouts*

Natasha: why did you need 20 bucks?

Y/N: this place doesn't sell chicken tenders and fries so I was gonna use the 20 dollars to buy some!

#natasha x y/n #natasha romanoff #marvel #natasha x reader #natasha x you #mcu #incorrect marvel quotes #incorrect quotes #fluffy #soft natasha romanoff

[katethewriter]

...... Can my fluffy be they get a dog named fluffy at a pet store together

Wanda+Nat+us(y/n)

Fluffy

Pairing: WandaNat x Reader

Words: 1k~

Warnings: none, just fluff, fluffy, very fluffy, all puns intended

A/N: I changed it from a pet store to an animal shelter, I hope that is ok. Thank you so much for the request anon! I hope you enjoy! ❤️

"We have two litters of puppies at the moment, a set of terrier mixes and another group that is probably a mix of lab and german shepherd," Mary, the shelter volunteer says as she leads the three women through the kennels.

It has taken a while, but Wanda and Y/n were finally successful in convincing Natasha that Liho needs a friend. They had considered getting another cat, but having a dog is something that Y/n has wanted her entire life.

Her parents never allowed her to have a pet growing up, despite her begging for a dog since she was old enough to speak.

Natasha and Wanda are so tightly wrapped around her finger, Y/n only had to ask once and they immediately agreed.

Thats how they ended up here. In the animal shelter, they walk through rows of pins, each filled with dogs of all shapes and sizes. Most of the dogs wag their tails and barking excitedly as the group passes.

They come to a stop in front of a kennel with five black and brown puppies inside. "These are the shepherd mixes," Mary says as she opens the kennel door, so the women can go inside to pet and play with the puppies. "They're around 8 weeks old. They came in with their mom about a month ago."

One of the puppies jumps into Natasha's lap and gives her a big, slobbery lick on her cheek. Her two girlfriends try to hold back their giggles while she grimaced.

"They are all great dogs, friendly, playful," Mary nods her head in the direction of the smallest one, "that little brown one is a rascal though."

Y/n reaches out her hand to pet the puppy in question. He lets her pet him twice, then decides he'd rather wrestle with her, playfully nipping and pawing at her hand.

"Here," Mary opens the kennel door for them to exit, "the other litter is down here."

The four of them continue their trip down the rows. They look into the pins as they pass, and they can't help but smile.

As soon as the dogs catch sight of them, they stop their playing or eating or even sleeping and run to the doors. The women get their full attention as they paw at the kennel doors excitedly.

All except one.

"Who is this?" Wanda asks coming to a halt in front of a particular kennel on the left. She was the only one to spot him since the others were looking to the right.

The other three stop and turn to the cage she is pointing to.

Inside lays a golden retriever, clearly much older than the other dogs. The fur on his face has all gone white. The fur on his paws and tail have also begun to lose the tan color of the rest of his fur. He slowly raises his head when they stop in front of him.

"That's Fluffy," Mary sighs.

"Fluffy?" Natasha raises an eyebrow with a smirk.

Mary chuckles, "my niece named him when he came in.”

Fluffy rises from his bed in the corner and approaches them through the kennel door. His slow movements betray his age.

"How long has he been here?" Y/n asks, kneeling in front of the dog to greet him.

"7 years," the volunteer opens the kennel, but doesn't bother closing them inside. The poor thing is too old to try and take off. "He's our oldest current resident."

Fluffy sits between the women, soaking up all the attention he can get. His tail wags slightly at the pets he is being showered with.

Wanda looks up from the sweet dog, "how old is he?"

"12, part of the reason he's been here so long. He's the sweetest dog, but most people want a puppy or a younger dog who can actually play with them. Fluffy spends most of his time laying around and sleeping."

Natasha scratches under his chin, and he leans into her touch, "how did he end up here?"

"Was he abandoned?" Y/n asks.

Mary smiles sadly, "no, thankfully not abandoned or abused. He had a great home, but his owners died in a car wreck. They didn't really have family to take him in. So, he was brought here. We've been trying to find him a forever home, but no luck."

Fluffy lays down, placing his head Y/n's lap. She strokes his head gently, feeling like she has finally found the furry friend she has been begging for her whole life.

She looks up to her girlfriends, hoping for some kind of approval. The three of them look to each other and they all know.

They found the one.

Natasha stands and begins speaking with Mary about the adoption process, while Y/n and Wanda sit with Fluffy telling him about his new home and his fur sister, Liho, and how he is going to be cared for for the rest of his life.

"Here we go."

15 minutes later, Wanda holds the shelter door open while Y/n exits with a leash in her hand. They both coax Fluffy out of the door and onto the sidewalk outside.

Natasha and Mary follow close behind. The volunteer holds out a bag for Natasha, "here this is for you."

"What's this?" the red head takes the bag and peaks inside. There's a stuffed animal, several chew toys and a couple blankets.

"It's for him," Mary smiles, "some of the volunteers liked to give him presents on his birthday."

She kneels in front of the dog to say goodbye. "You're finally going home buddy. I think you're gonna like it there; you hit the dog-mom jackpot.” She gives him a final kiss and chin scratch, “you better behave. I told them you were a good boy, don't make me a liar," she playfully scolds before standing again.

"We'll take good care of him," Wanda promises.

The volunteer smile, "I'm not worried. Thank you so much for taking him in."

"Come on, Fluffy," Y/n scratches his head and lightly tugs the lead.

They wave goodbye, and the three women begin the walk to take care of their first order of business: take their new fur baby to the pet store and spoil him rotten.

Fluffy walks along between them, wagging his tail happily. After 7 long years in a shelter, he is finally going home, with a family he will have forever.

Three moms who are going to love and spoil him for the rest of his life.

He must be the luckiest dog in the world.

#k hits 1k! #i would die for fluffy #adopt dont shop #pet rescue #wandanat x reader #wanda x reader #wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximov x reader #natasha x reader #natasha romanoff x reader #natasha romanov x reader #wandanat #wanda x natasha #wanda maximoff x natasha romanoff #wanda maximov x natasha romanov #wanda maximoff #wanda maximov #natasha romanoff #natasha romanov

[goldenempyrean]

sick!reader x natasha where nat gets home from a month long mission and learns from their friends that reader is miserable with a cold. however the spy knows how stubborn you are and wants to see how long you can pretend you’re fine until you accept being taken care of

Everything's Gonna Be Okay

Oh damn, this was meant to be a short little fic... Well here I am 3 and a half hours after starting... Oops, ALSO! I did actually edit this, I know, Im shocked too dw. (Pls for the love of God and my sanity ignore any mistakes i've missed.)

Summary: Natasha's been away for so long. Shes finally coming home, nothing can go wrong. Only it does, of course it does.

Wordcount: 3580

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Natasha gave a much-needed sigh of relief as she finally stepped onto solid ground, she never thought she’d ever be so happy to be home again. Nat had been sent away on a long deep-undercover mission and in total she had been away for about a month, however as of the nature of the mission, keeping in close-contact wasn’t possible. The only communication you received was via small hand-written letters, and they meant the world to you. though they were small you’d kept ahold of every one, keeping them safely tucked in your bedside drawer, re-reading them before you’d turn in to sleep each night. 

Which is why you had been so excited for Nat’s return; you’d even deep cleaned your shared bedroom so everything would be perfect for her arrival. Nothing should’ve gone wrong. If only everything went how you’d planned... 

~~~ ~~~ 

You’d gone to bed a little later that night, feeling a little more tired than usual, you wanted to have plenty of energy for tomorrow. That’s probably when you woke up that next morning, your body washed with fatigue and the feeling of a migraine settling in, you felt your eyes grow teary. How could this happen today? Of all days for you to get sick, why today? 

No. You pulled yourself from the bed, as you stood a wave of dizziness fell over you, sending you scrambling to grip the bedpost to steady yourself, ignoring your body's cries to remain laying down. You gave yourself a moment to adjust before forcing yourself to remake the bed behind you. There was no time to be sick today. 

You tried to sniffle, but you couldn’t. Now that you thought about it, you had been breathing through your mouth the whole morning. You twitched your nose and sniffled again, trying to get some air through your nose to no avail. You rolled your eyes, could today get any worse?  

You regretted asking yourself that question a second later when you found yourself pulling off Nat’s red hoodie (the one you’d been sleeping in for the past week) feeling an uncomfortable warmth begin to settle over you. Maybe a shower would help, you thought before making your way over to your bathroom. 

Stepping into the tiled room, you turned on your shower and waited for it to get warm, feeling dizzy again, you put your hands on the counter to steady yourself and looked up at the mirror. You felt yourself physically cringe at the sight. God, saying you looked awful would be a huge understatement, your eyes had dark circles beneath them, it looked like you hadn't slept in weeks.  

The mirror slowly began to fog up, reminding you of the shower which was running behind you. Pulling open the door, you were hit by a cascade of warm steam. It felt amazing and you could feel your congestion start to loosen a little. 

Only your delight lasted for a second, a familiar sensation creeping into the bridge of your nose. Stepping into the shower, you were only able to enjoy the feeling of the water briefly before the sensation in your nose grew to an irritating tickle. 

“Hhup’tshiew! Hh-’iishiew! HHe’TSHHIEW!” Your body bent forwards at the waist as you sneezed down into your hands before washing them off under the water, you grimaced at the sound you made, knowing it was only the first of many to come. You sighed, your stuffiness returning in an instant, though you really didn’t get long to dwell on it before you began coughing into your fist. 

It took you about 30 seconds to finally stop, “Well that was attractive.” You spoke for the first time today, finding your sarcastic tone had a painful-rasp to it, your consonants blurred by congestion. Although nobody was there to hear you, you found yourself cringing at the sound of yourself. Taking a deep breath, you could feel your chest crack, you looked upwards, allowing the water to fall directly onto your face. It was obvious today was going to be a very long day.

 You let yourself spend longer than usual in the shower, stepping out of the warm water, your body shivered and you rushed to wrap yourself within a towel. Getting changed was a task which proved harder than you thought, every time you removed the towel, small goosebumps ran down your arms, making your wrap yourself back up, desperate for warmth. Eventually though you managed to pull through and you changed into a pair of Nat’s sweatpants and a thick cotton-lined hoodie. 

It was almost 10:30AM by the time you’d wandered down into the compound kitchen in search of something to eat, you weren’t necessarily hungry but still you had to eat something. Nat didn’t like it when you didn’t have something for breakfast plus you were hoping that if you ate something then you’d feel a little better. 

Looking in the cupboards, you settled on having some Poptarts, you were reaching up to grab the box when Clint, Wanda and Bruce came into the kitchen together, they’d most likely just finished training.

“Morning Y/N.” Clint said cheerily as he came to sit at the island behind you, “Nat's coming home today.”  

“I'm aware.” You said bluntly, as you sniffled into the sleeve of your hoodie, taking two Poptarts and putting them in the toaster. 

“Woah, no need to get snappy.” Clint said throwing his hands up in fake-defence, you knew he was only joking but still, it pissed you off. 

“Can yo-” You stopped to muffle a small chesty cough into your hoodie, “Can you just stop?” You said with an irritated tone, turning around to glare at him. 

You half-expected him to return the gesture but instead you were met with looks of concern from him along with Wanda and Bruce who’d watched the whole thing unfold. 

“Y/N, honey,” Wanda’s soft voice said as she came to lean against the fridge, trying to get a closer look at you, “Clint was only joking, he didn’t mean to annoy you. You're sounding a little stuffy over there though, you feeling alright?” 

“It's okay,” You sighed, looking over to Clint, “Sorry, I overreacted and Wanda, I'm fine, don’t worry.” 

It was then that you felt your nose begin to tingle again, you fanned your face for a moment, in an attempt to somehow stave the tickle off but it didn’t help, you turned quickly to the side away from everyone as you sneezed into your elbow. 

“Hh-itshhiew! HhH’uptshiew!” You gave a small congested groan before reaching over to grab a tissue from the box sitting on the countertop. 

The three Avengers blessed you, exchanging glances between themselves. You didn’t notice however, as your Poptarts were ready a moment later. You grabbed a plate and put them onto it, taking a bite, you winced as you swallowed, the action angering the soreness at the back of your throat. You realised then that you really weren't hungry at all, you took another few bites before pushing the plate away from you. You’d only managed half of one. 

“It's not like you to leave food.” Bruce voiced the thoughts of everyone around you. 

You gave a weak shrug and pushed the plate infront of Clint, “You can finish it if you want.” 

He was about to take a bite of your half-eaten one when Wanda pushed it away mid-air, a red glow forming around it. 

“If Y/N’s sick, you don’t wanna catch that.” She him chided lightly. 

“Who said Im sick?” You looked over to her as you began to walk out from the kitchen, “I just happened to leave some food unfinished, that doesn’t mean Im sick, does it?” You said grumpily as you left. 

Wanda shook her head and shrugged at the others before following you out into the corridor, jogging up so she could walk aside you, following your lead as you made your way towards the lounge. 

“Mind if I tag along?” She asked politely, “You really don’t seem yourself today, did something happen with you and Nat? You’re normally buzzing with excitement every time she comes home.” 

“Nothing happened Wands,” You stopped walking, suddenly sneezing down into your hand, “I can't wait for her to come home obviously. Im just a little tired or something.” 

Wanda blessed you but gave you an uneasy look, she didn’t believe you but seeing how you’d gotten irritated at Clint earlier, she didn’t want to accidently annoy you. 

You and Wanda made your way into the lounge, settling on opposite sofas. You pulled a blanket around yourself, your hoodie doing little to keep you warm. You let Wanda pick something to watch, you didn’t really care, all you wanted was something to take your mind off the mind-numbing ache in your head. 

“Is Brooklyn-Nine-Nine alright?” She asked as she browsed through Netflix. 

“I don’t mind.” You sniffled, burying your head into the blanket as you coughed deeply, the noise causing Wanda to look over at you with worried eyes.

“You sound terrible.” She said as the intro to the series began to play.

 Looking up at her, it was obvious she was concerned, “Just something in my throat.” You grumbled, your voice coming out in crackled, raspy words rather than a flowing sentence, “Its fin- h- Hh'tshhiEW!” 

Wanda wordlessly got up and picked up the box of tissues from the coffee table in the centre of the living room and placed them firmly next to you, ignoring your glare. You couldn't help but feel weak, if you couldn’t hide your little cold from Wands, how on earth were you meant to hide it from Natasha.  

You and Wanda sat in silence for 2 episodes before you felt your nose begin to run causing you to begin sniffling repeatedly, it was then that you found yourself being thankful for her prior act, taking 2 tissues to blow your nose, you mentally thanked her, giving her a brief smile. 

Wanda looked over to you, she’d heard your thoughts and gave you a kind reassuring smile. 

You didn’t know it, but you were slowly falling asleep, your eyes growing heavier by the minute. You looked up to the clock on the wall, it was almost 12PM, meaning Nat would be home in afew hours. You yawned, maybe you’d just close your eyes for a minute... 

~~ ~~ 

Stepping off the Quinjet, Natasha could barely contain herself, finally she’d be able to see you! She didn’t waste any time, leaving the Quinjet loaded and her bags at the exit. She could clean up later, she had to see you first. 

She practically jogged down the halls towards your bedroom, expecting to find you waiting for her. 

“Im home bab-” She called out but stopped, realising the room was empty, she did notice how tidy it looked though, well except the random towel in the middle of the floor, but apart from that the room was almost spotless. 

Nat stopped to think for a moment before realising you were probably with the other Avengers, she said hello to Clint as she poked her head into the kitchen, scanning the room for you. 

“They’re with Wanda, in the lounge.” Clint called, answering her unasked question as he wiped down the countertops, cleaning up after himself. 

Nat thanked him before actually jogging towards the living room, she swung the door open and smiled seeing both you and Wanda sitting on the sofas. 

She was about to call out to you but stopped, seeing Wanda put a finger to her lips. She stood up and came over to Nat, pulling her outside. 

“What's up?” Nat asked, visibly confused at the witch’s actions. 

“I thought you should know, Y/N’s sick, they sounded dreadful earlier. They fell asleep about 3 hours and have barely moved an inch.” She explained, “Im glad you’re back though, how was it?” 

“It was alright, I missed everyone though.” Nat smiled and hugged her friend, “Thanks for telling me about Y/N too.”  

“Don't mention it.” Wanda smiled and left to go do something, allowing Nat to greet you privately. 

Natasha came back into the lounge, carefully coming to kneel infront of the sofa you were asleep on, “Hey baby.” She whispered, as she softly stroked your cheek, she recoiled her hand, instantly alarmed at the heat radiating from your face, “Wakey, wakey sweetie.” 

It took some more love from Nat before you slowly began to wake up, moaning softly as your eyes adjusted to the light in the room, you rubbed your wrist against your eyes as the image of Nat came into focus. 

“Did you have a nice nap baby?” She asked, helping you sit up. 

“Natty.” Your voice cracked as you spoke, sending you into a small fit of deep coughing. Only this time you had Nat to softly rub her hand down your back, “Sorry, something got caught in my throat there, when did you get back?” 

“About 10 minutes ago, when did you get sick?” She raised her eyebrow at you as you woozily stood up, quickly offering her arm out to support you. 

“What do you mean?” You asked, resisting the urge to sniffle. If there was anytime you needed your acting abilities to be flawless, it was now. You had a pretty rocky start but you could still make up for it.  

Nat gave you a curious look, “Wanda said you were sick?” Her words came as more of a question then a statement. 

“Oh.” You feigned surprise as you tried to discreetly clear your throat, “Well Im fine, never better.” You flashed her a small forced smile.  

‘Fine’ is probably the most misused word in the whole of the English language, you most certainly were not fine, even as you stood still it felt as if the room was spinning around, you but you did your best to act as if nothing was wrong. 

Now Natasha knew you were lying, it was obvious from your appearance alone, your eyes were tired and glassy, not to mention both your cheeks and nose were tinged red. But still, she was impressed at your perseverance, maybe that was why she went along with your scheme. She wanted nothing more than to wrap you up in her hands with tissues and a blanket but she just wanted to see how long it’d take for you to give in. 

“Maybe Wanda was wrong then.” Nat smiled at you knowingly, “You wanna go out for drinks later?” 

 You wanted to cry, you wanted nothing more than to go out for drinks with Nat but you knew there’d be no way you’d be going, “Sure, sounds nice, Im really happy you’re home ‘Tasha. I missed you so so mu-” Your trailed off, feeling the ever-present tickle in your nose grow. Not now. 

“Hhu’tshhiew! Hep’TSHHIEW!”  

“Oh bless you, my love.” Nat cooed, holding back the plethora of concerned words which were about to tumble from her mouth, “I thought you said you weren't sick?” 

“Im not,” You stammered, quickly rubbing the sleeve of your hoodie against your nose, “It was just two -Hh- rando- Hh'iishiew!- random sneezes, its nothing.” You sniffled wetly, reaching for the box of tissues which was still sat on the sofa behind you. 

Natasha was stuck. Her heart broke seeing you sick but she really was curious how long you would deny it for, she thought for a moment, if you got any of worst then she’d take matters into her own hands. 

“Have you eaten yet?” You asked, even through your fever, her welfare was still at the top of your mind. 

“No, but I could use a drink though.” She fibbed, hearing the rasp behind your voice, it was clear you needed water. 

“M’Kay, we should go get you one then.” You mumbled, linking your arm with hers as you both left the lounge to go to the kitchen. 

Entering the kitchen, you let yourself sit down on one of the stools at the island as Nat grabbed two glasses from the cupboards, pouring water into each. 

“Here baby.” She said lovingly, sliding it over to you. 

You thanked her and drank it, the cool water feeling amazing against the burning of your throat, “Did you already unpack?” 

“Not yet,” She replied, sipping her water, “I’ll do it later.” 

“You need a hand?” You offered, praying she’d decline your offer, you really weren't too confident in your lifting abilities at the moment. 

“Aw thanks baby but I think I’ll be okay.”  

You sat silently, waiting for Nat to finish her water when you started sniffling, feeling your nose begin to run again. You eyed up the tissues on the counter opposite, but grabbing them would be an instant sign to Nat that something was wrong so you opted for trying to discreetly rub your nose against your hoodie. 

However, the action only seemed to irritate your nose further, sending an intense tingle to the bridge of your nose. 

“Hh’k-tshhiew! Heh’iiishiew! Hh..H..HHitsshiew!” 

“Bless you, bless you!” She exclaimed, her worry slipping into her tone as she spoke, “You need a tissue?” 

You nodded, as you swiped a handful from the box which she offered out to you. You blew your nose softly, though it did little to ease your discomfort. You sighed, fanning your hand infront of your face, feeling that familiar warmth from earlier that morning come over you again. 

You tried to ignore it, but it slowly became unbearable, you raised your arms, pulling off the cotton hoodie, revealing your black sports bra. 

Natasha looked over you, puzzled, before noticing that your fever-flushed cheeks had darkened further. Right. This had gone too far now. 

She firmly pressed her palm to your forehead without warning, letting out a string of curses in Russian as she felt your raging fever. 

“Shit, Y/N. You feel like a furnace. Enough, I know you’re sick, I’ve known the whole time, it's gone too far now.” 

What? Her words barely formed coherent sentences in your foggy mind, how did she know? You’d hidden it so well. Small beads of sweat began to form and run down your hot skin and you groaned in discomfort, longing for her love. 

“Natty-” You spluttered off into a series of deep coughs, your chest convulsing as you coughed down into your elbow. Natasha had rushed to your side and began running circles down your back, slowly helping you regain your breath. 

“Baby I don’t feel good.” 

“I know sweetie, I know.” Nat kissed your cheek before grabbing a tissue to wipe your running nose, “You need to get into bed, come on.” 

You nodded and opened her hand out towards you. 

You stood and the world span around you, your peripheral vision fading black suddenly as your knees buckled under yourself and you felt the weight of gravity pull you down. You thought you were going to hit the ground when sudden you felt yourself being lifted upwards. Natasha’s fast reaction had allowed her to slip one arm beneath your knees and another behind your back, safely catching you in her arms as you lifted you up in the bridal position. 

She held you for a moment before releasing a deep exhale, “Jesus Y/N. You scared the shit out of me, don’t ever do that again,” She brought her head and pressed it softly against yours, “Poor baby, you’ve been so strong but we need to get you to bed now, okay?” 

You nodded woozily, Natasha continued to whisper sweet nothings to you as she carried you, her strong arms supporting you. Your eyes fell closed for a moment and the next thing you knew, you were being lowered down onto your bed, Natasha’s anxious green eyes looking down at you. 

“I guess we’re not going out for drinks then?” Your words were mumbled but you saw her give a slight smirk at your humour. 

“No baby, we’ll go out when your well.” 

“Sorry your first day back was so eventful, I wanted you to be able to relax.” You sighed, with a damp sniffle, rubbing your nose against the blanket which Nat had pulled over you. 

“You’re okay baby, you’ve done so much today. You just need to relax yourself, just lay here. That fever of yours is no joke, you need to rest.” 

Natasha opened your drawer, seeing if you had a thermometer at hand, what she wasn’t expecting to see though was her letters, “You kept these?” She asked, her eyes prickled with tears. She hadn't expected you to keep them, her mission had been hard and seeing her letters only reminded her of how much she’d missed you. 

“They remind me of you so I wanted to keep them.” Your words were slurred but she understood you anyway. 

She honestly wasn’t sure why she thought you wouldn’t keep them. Seeing them lit a little flame in her heart, she leant down to your side and planted a soft kiss on your lips, “I’ll never leave you again baby, okay? Im here.” 

You muffled another deep cough into the blanket as Nat regained her composure, wiping the tears from the corners of her eyes. She came and slid into bed beside you, sitting upright. You shuffled backwards so you were laying on her, your head on her chest, listening to the steady beating of her heart as she softly ran her hand through your hair. 

“Everything’s gonna be okay.” 

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[heartsandmuses]

weekly lineup

for @stonyauniverse january week 3 // "nice try, canon"

for @warmandfluffybingocards // square: "free space"

marvel cinematic universe. tony stark/steve rogers. rated g. 1k.

canon-divergent au where steve and tony are still alive to lead the next generation of avengers.

— — —

Tony’s favorite thing about spending Sunday mornings in the Compound was watching Steve post the weekly team lineup.

“Alright, no pushing and shoving, this’ll be up here all week. You can take a look at it whenever you need to, okay?” Steve reminded everybody, though his gaze drifted pointedly toward the kids—the newer recruits—who were practically bouncing in their seats out of pure excitement. Slowly, Steve grabbed a Mjlonir-shaped magnet and stuck the roster in its usual spot on the fridge, backing a few steps away before he said, “Okay, it’s up! Go ahead, everyone. And remember — if your name’s at the top, you’re on-call this week, if you’re at the bottom, you’re on the reserve team, and if you’re not up there at all, you’ve got the week off.”

The words were like a starting shot, and despite Steve’s warning to take things slow, Peter, Kamala, and Kate all made a mad dash towards the list. Honestly, Tony was surprised none of them had knocked over any of the kitchen stools in their haste, though it seemed like Peter nearly tripped over himself on the way, his spidey-senses catching him just in time.

Steve looked over at Tony as if to say, can you believe this? even though he’d witnessed this exact scene play out countless times before. Tony just smiled behind his mug of coffee and offered a fond shake of his head to reply, I know.

It was a good system they had going on. Now that the rotating lineup of Avengers was growing every day, only about half the team needed to be on-call anymore, barring an actual end-of-the-universe level threat. And with so many newer, younger team members coming in, it only made sense to pair each of them up with a more experienced, more seasoned pro to learn the ropes. They trained together, they went on missions together, they learned from each other, and the next week, the newbies were partnered with someone else to repeat the process. It allowed them to hone different skills with different mentors, and see which personalities and powers meshed well together. 

It was certainly working out well so far, Tony had to admit. The newer Avengers were already starting to show a ton of improvement from all of the practice and mentorship, and the older ones benefited immensely from the occasional time off. Even if all the gods and super-soldiers around here weren’t slowed down by age, they still could use the rest — missions could be just as emotionally and mentally draining as they were physically, sometimes even more so.

In any case, it sure made things a lot easier than being on-call—and on edge—24/7. Besides, there was something to be said about having a general work-life balance, something that Tony wouldn’t have even dreamed of back in the early days. Now, he was finding that it wasn’t so bad, taking some time for himself. For the people he cared about.

He exchanged another glance with his co-captain.

“Come on, move over, I wanna see!” Kamala said, stuck peering over Peter and Kate’s shoulders, the shortest of the three of them.

“Aha! I got Natasha!” Kate said, finally moving out of Kamala’s way to give Nat a high-five.

“I’m with Thor!” Kamala announced, once she found her name on the roster. “Oh, this is gonna be so cool!”

"I've got Captain Rogers!" Peter glanced at Tony with a bright grin. “And— did you see, Mr. Stark? You're not up here this week!”

“I did see, Mr. Parker,” Tony replied with a laugh. “I made that list, y’know. Well, helped make it. If I had it entirely my way, Steve and I would both be getting the week off.”

His pointed look was met with a fond eye-roll, as Steve settled into the seat next to him. “We will, soon enough,” he promised, giving Tony a gentle pat on the arm in consolation. “Once we know that the trainees can handle themselves without us.”

“Hey, c’mon, give us some credit,” Kate scoffed. “We’ve been doing great so far!”

“She’s got a point there, Cap,” Natasha chimed in. “It won’t be the end of the world if you and Tony take a vacation. And if it is, we’ll call you back in.“

“Yeah, we’ve got things covered,” Kamala said confidently.

But before anyone else could offer up their two cents on the matter, the alarm went off overhead. Over the speakers, Maria Hill announced, “We’ve found a hidden HYDRA base operating out of the Catskills. All on-call team members and trainees report to the Quinjet immediately.”

Steve stood back up, just as the rest of the team turned their attention to him, waiting for orders. “Alright, Avengers, if you wanna prove something, now’s the time. Let’s give it our best out there,” he said, gaze softening as he looked over the newer recruits, then his husband. “And depending on how it goes, we can reconsider next week’s roster.”

Tony’s expression brightened, and he couldn’t help but lean in for a brief kiss, ignoring all of the feigned gagging from the rest of the team. When he pulled back, it was with a dazzling, determined smile. “Well, you heard him, everyone — suit up and head out! It’s time to kick some ass!”

Steve gave Tony a nudge. “You wanna do the honors?”

“Oh, no, you’ve got it, sweetheart. It’s your week, anyway.”

The anticipation in the room was nearly palpable as Steve cleared his throat. “Avengers, assemble!” he called, and everybody moved at once, rushing to get ready.

As always, the kids were the first ones out the door. 

#stonyjanuary #tony stark #steve rogers #stony #otp: put on the suit #iron man #captain america #the avengers #kate bishop #kamala khan #peter parker #natasha romanoff #thor odinson #maria hill #warm and fluffy bingo #warmandfluffybingo #ficlets #fics #my fics #my writing #amy talks

[gayerthanevertbh]

𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐚 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 || 𝐬.𝐣

pairings: scarlett johansson x fem!reader

summary: she admired you from afar and then suddenly wants a whole damn future with you in just one night.

warnings: scarlett just being intoxicated and fluff!

author’s note: after seeing those photos, i just wanted to write this out. i hope it’s good! let me know what ya’ll think. <3

“So, why are we here?”

My friend, who was the director of this movie that will be released, invited me to this house party I wasn’t supposed to be in. I don’t know why I was dragged here, possibly because we were really good friends and she states I need a wealthy person in my life. Though, I disagree. I don’t need any man or a woman in my life.

“She’s going through a divorce,” I cut her off nonchalantly, walking to the entryway where I see snobby wealthy people who were drinking from the finest champagne glasses; it’s not like I envy them. “It would be rude for me to reach out.”

“Live a little, would you?”

“Live a little, would you?”

I had to scoff at that, but she knew I was not being serious. I try to, but I never found the opportunity to actually live a little – I was this uptight person that no one would hang out with, which was reasonable. I’m a twenty-seven-years-old and I still don’t know how to date a decent person in my life. What I didn't know was that Scarlett Johansson was admiring me from afar – staring at my body and then at my eyes. We made brief eye contact, but I quickly turned my head when the girl was still having a conversation with me; I didn't take a good look at her.

To Scarlett, it was like staring at a fairy from the distance. To her, I was bright and pure – like an innocent human being. It wasn't like she had a kink for it, she just finds it extraordinary. She bites down her bottom lip, as if trying to contain herself to be this kind of animalistic creature that wants to be unleashed. She finds me very beautiful and swollen, it was hard for her to admit that.

I was around the room for a while, talking to some artists and actors that were bragging about their work – except for this one guy who sympathizes with me. I laughed with him a little, drank with him, and talked about why living in London was a horrible decision. I personally don’t live here, but it seems like she’s been living here throughout her life.

It was my fifth glass of gin with mixed cranberry juice that I couldn't get enough of when I felt someone tapping my shoulder, I turned and saw Scarlett with a slightly puffed-up face; probably because she’s been drinking too. To be precise, she was drunk.

“Hi,” she said with a tight-lip smile that turned into a toothy grin. “I um… saw you from afar and I couldn’t believe it when it was you.”

I chuckled, “You know me?”

She nods frantically, then bites down on her lower lip as I can see her eyes that were averted to my slight cleavage. She responded with a lower tone, “Your friend, Margaret, is the one who’s directing this film. Of course, I know you. That friend of yours talks about you a lot, I’m quite jealous honestly.”

For someone like her, she knows how to swoon me over. No one has ever done that in ages – or maybe, I was just ignorant of everyone’s existence. This was the first time I blushed in ten years.

“Why would you be jealous? We don’t know each other very well.”

She smirks on the half side of her lip and cornered me as her hand was placed near my head; sort of guarding me. Scarlett was a little too close, she reeks of alcohol despite her breath which wasn’t a problem. But my claustrophobia wasn’t acting up.

“I know you,” Scarlett stated rather with such a seductive tone, I could feel my stomach churning. “You’re Y/N. You’re a writer, a brilliant one. You’re also very funny and very beautiful, I must say.”

I couldn’t help but joke that my eyes were directed at her shoes, “So you’re stalking me, huh?”

“You could say that.”

I don’t know what else happened after that. We were talking about London and how much she liked it here, that she even wanted to buy a property that was near the city with her kids. My stomach dropped a little when she talked about her marriage with Colin, which wasn’t going so well. I asked her if they could stop talking so that I wouldn’t have to interfere but she held my cold hand and placed her lips on my delicate skin, how much I mewled and succumbed to her presence.

“Come home with me tonight,” she begged utterly, kissing the heel of her palm with her drunk face. “Or we can do it in the car… maybe at your place? We have to be careful though, you don’t want those pretty people to catch us right?”

“O–Of course,” I stammered, gulping as I could feel a tight lump in my throat. God, I need a drink. “We could go to yours, I still live with my parents.”

Scarlett smiles but in such a sultry way and buries her head into my neck, moaning softly when her hands were holding my hips – her pelvis trying to grind on mine. It was undeniably hot.

“I want to fuck you so bad,” she confesses with a needy tone, I could feel my core dripping with want. Oh, how much I want her to touch me already. “Come on, let’s go home. I’ll take you home.”

Time passes, and I don’t even know how I got here. We were in her room in this little apartment, so little that we felt cramped. Her hands were all over me, trying to touch the slightest bit of my skin as I had my hands all over her hair. She pulls away from my jaw with her drunk hooded eyes and whispered, “You’re the most beautiful girl I’ve ever laid eyes on. Margaret was right, you are so fucking hot.”

“Scar–Oh!” she slipped her hands into my dress and felt my damp underwear. I could feel her smiling on my skin and I felt a little shy about it. Was I that wet? “Scarlett, oh my god–Just, please touch me.”

“You want me to touch you, huh?” she teased, her lips peppering the corner of my lips with so much desperation that I could not begin to fathom enough. “I really like you. I know we just met but… you have to come to New York with me, you must.”

“But, I live in Los Angeles.” I whispered to her mouth, slowly biting my lower lip with anticipation. She shook her head and her forehead touched mine, I could hear the thump in her heart. It’s beating at such a perfect pace.

“I have a spare apartment in Manhattan,” Scarlett says, looking at me with her dark green eyes. “You can live with me. Me and Colin… we don’t live with each other anymore.”

“What about your kids? What would they say?”

All I can say is that everything was going too fast, but I didn’t care. I knew ever since I met her all I can do is to love her – maybe I was made to do that. Maybe, just maybe, that was the reason why no one else was interested enough in me because all along, I belonged to Scarlett. However, this could be a huge misunderstanding. She’s drunk, I’m drunk.

“I know I’m a little intoxicated but,” she chuckles, closing her eyes and shaking her head as her hands cupped my warm cheeks. Scarlett looked at me deeply and continued, “I think I like the idea of being with you. Come on, live a little. This could be thrilling, y’know?”

“I do,” I nodded in agreement but there was something in my heart that was holding me back. “I just don’t want to ruin your career.”

She held my other cheek and I leaned against it and I can honestly say that this was the best thing that has ever happened to me. I don’t know about hers, but this was surely a dream come true. I thought that this night was just me being ignorant with the snobbiest people but it turns out to be a memorable thing in the world.

“You won’t baby girl,” she whispers to me, smiling softly. Even though she was drunk, Scarlett was very alluring to stare at. “You’re my girlfriend now, okay? I promise I won’t forget about this.”

We kissed and made love throughout that night – even though we were highly intoxicated. And once we were done, her head was laying against my stomach while I had my arms that were covering my painful eyes. The next day, we never forgot about that incident and instead – we lived in Manhattan for a few months, then I moved in with her to her actual house.

It was like a dream.

#natasha romanoff x reader #scarlett johansson x reader #natasha romanoff fanfic #natasha romanoff x you #scarlett johansson #scarlett johansson x you #fluffy #a’s oneshots!

[sexymilfwitch]

New Year’s Kiss

Parings: Wanda Maximoff x Fem!Reader 

Warnings: Mutual Pining, but other than that none really just Y/N being clueless gay mess, and Pietro being Pietro. 

Summary: Y/N wants to help Wanda have her first kiss.

Words: 1,666

Author's Note: This is my first fic I’ve ever written, and honestly I don’t know how to feel about it I’m nervous its also kinda long. just want to say thank you to @daddynattt​ and @kitesxromanova​ for encouraging me!! This wasn't proofread by anyone other than me, so please don't mind if you come across errors! Hope you enjoy this and Happy New Year!!

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When Wanda told you she never had a first kiss let alone an oh-so-coveted kiss at midnight on New Year's you were baffled. She was gorgeous and you couldn't fathom the idea that nobody would have longed to kiss her, but as you dwelled on that thought another had come to mind. Obviously, she wouldn't have kissed anyone, she was too busy trying to keep her brother along with herself alive and safe her whole life. How could you have let such vital knowledge of your best friend slip your mind just because she had never kissed anyone? You didn't know but you did know that you vowed to yourself the second you heard that information that you would help your best friend get a first kiss on New Year.

Being an Avenger and knowing Tony Stark for as long as you had meant many things, but by far the most useful one for the occasion was that you knew how to throw a killer party. 

“Oh Tony!” you sang as you skipped into his lab swinging your arms back and forth happily.

“What do you need Y/N?” he grumbled as he caught a glimpse of your movements as well as the sound of your voice.

“What makes you think I need something tonester?” you questioned, to which he groaned at the nickname you insisted was great every time he argued with you about it.

“You're way too giddy and excited to not need something, also what have I said about that nickname?” he questioned back to you with furrowed eyebrows.

“That you love it.” you whispered.

“Wrong but what do you need? Seriously, I'm busy here.” he insisted while he motioned for you to speed it up with his hand.

“Well, since you asked and were oh so curious.” you smiled “I want to throw a really big New Year’s party!” you exclaimed giddily 

He raised his eyebrow in a questioning look and asked “That's what you interrupted me and my work for? To tell me you wanted to throw a party tomorrow that I've already planned, set up, and told you about at breakfast yesterday?” 

“Well I didn't know that, plus I don't listen to things that early.” you looked down and mumbled 

“Look kid, you look like a kicked puppy right now, so I need you to perk up. Sure you're not planning the party, but you're still going to have a phenomenal time!” he cheered 

You looked up “I guess you're right! Wanda will have an amazing time!”

“So she's why you wanted to have a party?” he smirked “Looking to be her New Year's kiss?”

“What? No! She's my best friend, we’re just friends.” you frowned until you smirked a little while saying “Is it a crime for a girl to want her best friend to have a great time at a party?” 

As soon as he was about to drop it, Friday's voice rang through the speakers “Miss Y/L/N sorry to interrupt, but Miss Maximoff has requested your presence in her room.”

“Thank you Friday, tell her I'll be right there.” you insisted, trying not to look too happy. 

Tony sent you a knowing look “Don’t look at me like that Tony!” you yelled running out of the lab towards the brunette's room, leaving him no room for a snarky comment you were sure he would have made.

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When you reached her door you knocked lightly “Wands? It's me.”

“Come in!” she yelled you couldn't see her but you know she had the widest smile on her face just from her voice.

Opening the door you walked in to be met with the same smile you pictured on the other side. As you strolled towards her bed she held her arms out for you to lay in her arms, which is exactly what you did when you reached her.

“I missed you” she mumbled into your hair ”Peit just went out with Nat to get what he called ‘The finer things in life.’ for the New Year’s party Tony is throwing, which I'm pretty sure is just sparkly silver and gold solo cups instead of regular red ones.” she quoted the air and then laughed a little while explaining with a smile

You looked up at her “I missed you too wands but hold on, did everybody know about this party except for me? Man i really need to listen to tony better.” 

“I don’t know how you didn't know because he’s been talking about it non-stop, and Pietro is the most excited I've seen him in so long.” she smiled at that “Me on the other hand not as much.” she pouted

You sat up facing her while Internally thanking Tony for throwing this party and not yourself seeing as how the person you wanted to throw it for didn't even want to go. 

“What? You don't wanna go? Why not.” you frowned 

As she also sat up she spoke “It's not that I don't want to go, It's just that there's going to be so many people I don't know, and I just wanted to have a lowkey New Year with everyone. It's the first year I get to celebrate accordingly.”

You frowned for a minute until you remembered “At least you'll get to have a first kiss! And on New Year at that! I'm going to be the best wing woman ever!”

Wanda listened to you while you rambled, smiling at your cute antics as you walked backward clapping once and pointing at her swearing she’d ‘have a great time, just you wait.’ while bumping into her door frame on your way out. Once you left her room she frowned, she knew you meant well but sometimes you could be dense. All she wanted was to have a great time with only you tomorrow. 

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 Tomorrow night came fast, too fast in your opinion. You were excited about the party, truly you were but admittedly you were a little upset about tonight. You wanted to be the lucky person to kiss Wanda when the clock struck twelve, but you were her best friend and she wasn’t into you like that, right? So as her friend you had an obligation to help her even if it hurt you. All you wanted was for her to be happy, and when she told you about this dilemma she had the saddest pout ever. So you being you, obviously you had to help her. 

You showed up to the party first out of the two of you. You made your way towards the bar spotting Natasha sitting on one of the stools observing the party, as you took a seat on the one next to her. 

“Hey Natty!” you smiled “Are you having fun?” you questioned  

“I'm having a great time Y/N/N, are you waiting for Wanda?” she questioned with a look you've seen a million times from her when the witch was brought up. A look that told you to tell Wanda how you felt, and that you were an idiot for not seeing the way she looked at you. 

As soon as you went to answer, Wanda walked in with Pietro catching your eye and causing you to jump up and make your way toward the twins, which gave Nat the answer to her question.

“Wow Wands you look gorgeous” you paused taking her in “I'm jealous of the lucky person who catches your eye tonight.” you state while you stare into each other's eyes  

Interrupting the moment Pietro cheekily cuts in “Do I look gorgeous Y/N? I bet I do, don't I? don't lie to me. Wandy and I are twins, if she looks gorgeous so do I.”.

“Pietro, please don't call me that” Wanda mumbles to him.

“What's wrong Wandy? Am I embarrassing you in front of your girlfriend?” as he finishes his sentence you and Wanda both yell out with crimson cheeks

“Woah Woah Woah!” you both exclaim “we’re just friends, but yes speedy you look gorgeous too.” you say as Wanda echos “yeah, we’re just friends.” you're too embarrassed and in your mind to pick up on the quiet sad tone in which she said it but Pietro hears it.

As the night carries on and the clock ticks closer and closer to midnight, you're starting to lose hope that you'll find someone for Wanda. She shot down every single person you've pointed out claiming that she's just not interested in any of them. She eventually got you to stop pointing people out a few minutes before midnight after she pulled you out to the back of the compound complaining that she needed some fresh air. While music is blasting in the background from the party. 

“I'm sorry I couldn't help you find someone.” you somewhat whisper to her trying not to disturb the peace you two had created

She grabbed your hand with her’s “Y/N, do you know why I said no to everyone you showed me tonight?”  

“They weren't your type, that's what you said.” you answer as she starts rubbing her thumb across your knuckles while a heat started to rise in your cheeks

Her free hand went to your jawline turning your head towards hers. “No Y/N, I turned them down because they weren't you. You're the lucky person who caught my eye tonight, and every night since we met. You shouldn’t be jealous of anyone here but yourself.”

“I love you!” you blurt out which causes her to smile wider than you've ever seen before.

As you hear the partygoers inside counting down to new year's she pulls you in by the back of your neck and you rest your foreheads together as she whispers “I love you too.” causing you to smile now

As the clock strikes twelve you both lean in as your lips fit together perfectly like she was a missing puzzle piece in your life that you just had to turn a little to make fit in place.

#wanda maximoff #wanda maximoff x reader #fluffy new year #wanda marvel #wanda maximoff x female reader #wanda #happy new year #wanda x you #tony stark #natasha romanoff #pietro maximoff #avenger!reader #wanda maximoff au #aou #original work #original fanfiction

[lynlee494]

So my significant other and I were talking about Clint Barton and Lucky, and I mentioned Alpine and Bucky Barnes. Then I remembered Natasha has Liho....

I just love that my adorable, lovable trio that are the most skilled assassins in the world - are also the biggest suckers for their furry family.

I love the idea of two of them on a mission and the third left to pet sit. OMG imagine if it was Clint, and somehow he ends up watching Carol Danver's Chewie as well, and doesn't learn till *after* the cat is in his apartment that Chewie is a Flerken.

#Bucky Barnes #Alpine #Clint Barton #Lucky #Natasha Romanov #Natasha Romanoff #Liho #Marvel Pets #Assassin Trio of Fluffiness #Marvel 616 #Chewie the cat #Carol Danvers #Flerken

[mandy-asimp]

A high school party

pairing~ Natasha x reader

summary~ you never were one for high school. at least for the first three years. senior year was your year. but the only thing you couldn't pick out, was Natasha Romanoff. and one party was all it took.

warnings~ swearing

a/n~ im pretty proud of this but who knows:)

The senior party. The second biggest night for the grade. Everyone usually went. And in the beginning of high school, way back in freshman year, you wouldn't have even thought of going. That's how it was for the three years, but when confidence finally came to you, you were more than ready.

From the first day you was the talk of the school. Most people thought you was new, yet Wanda knew you weren't. She was also happy when she knew the two of you were close since freshman year. Leading to spending more time together.

Especially when Wanda had a crush on your step-brother, Vision. It wasn't long before you were set on getting them together. Meaning you had spent a lot of time with the two and their friends.

Wanda's friends were harder than Vision's. None liking you since you had the attention of their boyfriends and girlfriends. Which soon disappeared when you had told them you had better priorities than relationships. Like staying number one in the class.

And you stuck to it all the way till the end. Yet, the only thing that you never found out, was Natasha. The red head had such a thing against you. Always glaring at you when walking through the halls, never talking to you at lunch, almost ignoring your presence.

It was the only thing you wished you knew. It only being worse when you had developed fantasies with the icy girl. Tonight though, wasn't the night you were going to worry about.

Tonight, you had picked out a pair of shorts that were high waisted. The top having straps that were mere strings and crossing in the back. Meaning, there was only your bare back exposed. you paired it with some white vans and grabbed a small bag.

To where you made your way down the street to Tony Stark's house. The biggest one on the block to be exact. Hearing the music from several houses down. Parking the car close by.

Grinning when you caught Wanda's eye before she made it in.

"Look at you! Absolutely stunning!" The friend complimented. Taking in the outfit as a whole. "Have you been saving this one?"

"For too long. If this is the only time I see you tonight, I'll see you and Vis tomorrow night for our dinner." You mentioned. Disappearing into the crowd of people.

Where for most of the night, you danced with everyone. You won shot games and was crowned champion. A few whispers got around to the main group of the night, that you were officially in a tipsy state.

Wanda was included in the group. So when the offer of truth or dare hit your ears, you was more than happy to join. Following them into the large study upstairs. Locking the door once everyone was in.

All smiling with content that you were in a position to do anything thrown out.

"Alright, ladies! Truth or dare, simple. You all know the rules. But we'll up it a notch. If backing out of a dare or a truth, you have to take three shots in a row." Tony beamed. Sitting down next to Pepper. His arm subconsciously wrapping around her. "Y/n, since it's your first time joining us, truth or dare?"

You were taken aback a bit. "Um...truth?" You played it safe for now. Wanting to let everyone ease into the game. Or so you thought.

"What's your body count?" Tony spat almost instantly. Watching as you burned a bright red. "Or are you a virgin?"

You looked down into your lap. Listening to the laughs that started to erupt. But when you looked up you smirked. "Twenty-seven." You winked. Leaning back in your spot just a bit.

"No way." He shook his head. Not believing the number.

You nodded. Soon to look at the blushing Carol in the corner and a distant Bucky. "Just ask Danvers and Barnes over there." You cheekily replied. Watching the blush deepen. "Right! I believe it's my turn!"

"Hold on! I'm not letting this go yet. You were literally invisible for three years. Were all twenty-seven in this year or did you always get laid?"

"I don't know," you shrugged. Never wiping the smug look off your face. "Bucky, truth or dare?"

The boy was snapped back to reality. Meeting the eyes that once dominated him. "Dare." He regretted the decision almost immediately when the devious look grew.

"You have to sit in Sam's lap until it's your turn again." You simply smiled. Knowing of the two's tension. The room filling with snickers as they both looked dramatically uncomfortable.

"Ok, so...Carol. Truth or dare?" He redirected the attention. The blonde puffing out her cheeks.

Thinking about it for a second, she concluded with "Dare."

This was Bucky's revenge now. "I dare you to dominate Y/n."

He had it all planned out in his head. You would become all flustered and show that you're really a bottom. But his plan was foiled when Carol got three shots lined up.

"What?!" Bruce spat. Not seeing why she would skip on such an easy task. "It's so easy!"

Carol shook her head after the third shot burned her throat. "Ok tough guy, I dare you to try and do it!"

Bruce scoffed, "If I do, you have to take another three." He bargained.

You butted in, "If you don't, you take six." You smiled innocently. And when the offer was accepted by the two, Bruce made his way over. Pulling you from your seat and resting his hands on your hips. Slowly leading you two to a wall. Pinning you against it.

Bruce let his leg press between yours. And he thought this was the moment when your arms wrapped around his neck. Pulling him closer.

"Oh Banner," you began softly. "Has anyone ever taught you how to be a good boy? Because, last time I checked, only naughty boys make bets on sex. It's almost like you need someone to remind you." Your voice dropped low and raspy.

Your right hand slithering down his front. Stopping just where you felt the zipper of his pants. Knowing they were beginning to grow tight. "I can help you." You finally hummed. Kissing delicately on the spot you guessed to be his weakness.

Bruce didn't think it would be that hard, but when he let a quiet whimper out, it was his end.

You smirked and pushed him off. Walking back to your seat with a proud look. The group being stunned to see the brainiac still trying to collect himself.

You knew Bruce wouldn't be that hard to toy with. You knew he only dominated the other brains of the school, which is why he had such a reputation.

"I believe it is now your turn to ask, Banner." You took a sip of the fruity drink you brought with.

He slowly sat back down. Looking around to try and find someone who hadn't gone. His choices being Sam, Wanda, Vision, Thor, Clint, and Natasha.

He cleared his throat. "Wanda, truth or dare?" He almost whispered. His eyes flickering every once and a while to you who just smirked at him and eyed him.

"Truth," the red head sat up straight. Happy it was her turn.

"Who was the first person you let go more than a kiss?" He questioned. Not knowing much about Wanda.

You only turned her head to look at the friend. Letting your grin grow impossibly more at the answer. And when Wanda turned to meet your gaze, the room erupted into chaos.

"There's no fucking way!"

"What?!"

"Are you serious?!"

And many more things were thrown out. You just letting it happen. "Ok wait, let me get this shit straight! Y/n, who nobody knew for three years, except for the nerds who envied them being number one in brains, was your first? And you, Y/n, somehow have a higher body count then Carol?" Tony furrowed his brows. A head bob was his answer. "I don't believe it."

"You wanna make it twenty-eight, playboy?" You teased. "What would I have to gain from lying?"

"It's all bullshit," Natasha finally spoke. The group mostly forgetting she was there since she was so quiet. "Nobody would want to do you."

It was silent for a second. "You gonna take that, L/n?" Sam asked from behind Bucky. His arms now, somehow, wrapped around his waist.

Wanda opened her mouth first, "Nat, truth or dare?" She quickly moved the game on.

"Truth." The red head dodged. Hoping it would avoid any sexual act.

"Is it true, that if I asked you to take a shot to everything you dislike about Y/n, the bottle would be empty?" Her friend instantly switched up on her.

Everyone waited the answer, but only were greeted with three shots instead.

"Pussy," Clint haunted. His beer swirling in his hand. "You wouldn't have even dented the bottle."

If anyone really knew Natasha, it was Clint. So him saying something meant there was something. And you would keep that in your head all night.

"I'm done playing." Nat quickly dismissed. Taking her shots and then leaving the room. Letting the others finish their stupid game while she was downstairs getting drunker than needed.

So when you all came downstairs again, it was shocker to see her dancing on the table with Maria close behind her. But when her drunken gaze landed on you, she fell off the table. Thankfully being caught by some of the other drunks.

You let out a soft chuckle. Walking over to her and helping her up. "Should be careful drunk dancing, Romanoff. Wouldn't want to hurt that pretty head of yours." You left after making sure the other was standing.

But it wasn't long till the other was following her. Keeping a distance, yet close enough to hear every conversation. Thinking she was being stealthy, but you knew she was there.

So when you made her way back upstairs and dragging Steve with you, Nat got upset at the sight. After all, Steve was all for Peggy. Natasha decided against following them and went back to the alcohol. Hoping to get her mind off the person she didn't like.

And, what felt like, hours had passed. You and Steve, who disappeared, finally came back down. Steve and you wearing a smile as they separated. You going to look for Peggy, and Steve going to the backyard.

Nat had seen the whole thing. Causing her to continue to follow you. Watching you get close to Peggy and whisper in her ear. The brunette blushing at your words and turning to look at you. Soon rushing out to the backyard.

You stayed there, glancing around with a proud smile on your face. Capturing Nat, making it impossible for her to tear her eyes away. Meeting yours as you winked at her. The usual badass becoming a blushing mess and hurrying off.

~~

Eventually the night had to end. Especially with the following days after this. There was still hangover Tuesday they had to endorse. The biggest challenge of the final week.

You had changed and were helping clean up when Nat had latched onto you. "Hello?!" You laughed. "What's up, Romanoff?" You kept throwing away solo cups.

"What did you say to Banner?" Her words slurred. Body trying to become one with yours.

You slowed your movements, allowing Natasha to climb onto your back like a baby koala. "Just simple things, nothing much. Why? Jealous it wasn't you?"

"No! I just wanted to know. He took six whole shots. Plus, you have to be good at it to have twenty-eight people in your body count." She rambled on. Legs locking around your waist as her arms wrapped around your shoulders. "Personally I don't like thinking of you with other people."

"Oh, sweetie! So you are jealous!" You finished cleaning up the living room. Tying her bag and taking it to the back door. "I'll take you back to my place for the night."

Nat didn't respond, instead she started kissing at your exposed back. Feeling the vibrations from the giggles and hums that were let out. "You're very clingy when you're drunk, ya' know that?"

You felt the grumbles hit your skin. As you grabbed your bag, you found Wanda and Vision. "I'll see you two tomorrow for dinner. And make sure she gets water in her between now and then."

You left with Nat still on your back. Pulling the keys out of your bag while trying to not let the red head slip. Unlocking the vehicle and opening the passenger door. Trying to get the grip to loosen up but it never did.

"Come on, be a good girl for me." You rubbed her thighs. Softly grinning as the legs fell from her waist. "Thank you, darling. Do you have house keys on you?"

There was no answer as Nat was already out. A scoff and a head shake were given from you.

You texted Nat's sister and asked for her to bring Nat's backpack down for you to grab. Which she didn't ask any questions on and just did.

Yelena did give a small lecture to you. Going on about not hurting her sister or she would find you and end you. And you honestly couldn't tell if she was joking or not so you just nodded. Leaving to head home for the night.

Keeping the bag in the car while you carried Nat in. Giving her the bed as you took the couch.

~~

Your alarm went off at four. Giving you three hours to get ready. You started the coffee pot and went to take a shower in your parents bathroom. Grabbing sweats and a black crop top, along with new undergarments. Taking only half an hour in there before having to go into your room.

Where, quietly, you started brushing your teeth. Listening to another alarm go off in your room. Knowing that Nat was about to wake up.

You stood in the doorway, watching the other roll around and take in the covers. Soon meeting the green eyes. "Good morning."

"Why am I here?" Nat quickly woke up. Her body shooting to sit up and her head throbbing. She took in her change of clothes. "Did we?"

"No, you were too drunk. I would never do that to someone. No, I just brought you here because you clung to me while I was helping clean and when you hit the car, you instantly fell asleep." You storied. "Also, bathroom is right here. Don't throw up in my room."

And it was like you had some super power, because Nat ran into the bathroom. Hunching over the toilet with you holding her hair back and rubbing circles on her back.

Few minutes later, there was nothing to come up. "Shower and get ready. There's an extra tooth brush in the drawer you can claim. What would you like for breakfast?"

"Why are you being so nice?" Nat pushed off everything said. "I've only ever been mean to you."

"You don't remember anything from last night, do you?" You smirked. A shake of the head being your answer. "Well, you are one clingy fucker when you get drunk. Not to mention a terrible spy."

Nat furrowed her brows. "What does any of that have to do with you being nice?"

You winked and left the room. "We can have French toast with fruit, Natty." You called back.

The red head was still on the floor. Trying to figure out anything, but instead came up short. Pushing herself up, she started the shower. Only to soon realize she was in one of your shirts. A blush spreading over her cheeks in no time.

Meanwhile, you set out a pair of workout shorts and a sweatshirt. Finally making your way to the kitchen and starting breakfast. Only being alone for twenty minutes as Nat came down. You pushed over the plate of food for her.

"I have to stop and get coffee for everyone, so we're leaving before six-thirty." You spoke so softly. Never taking your eyes of the girl who sat in your kitchen.

The silence was peaceful as she ate. Once done, you took her plate and washed it.

She scoffed, catching your attention. "Ok, what happened that you're being this nice?"

"I'm always this nice. Maybe if you weren't always so set on hating my soul, you would've noticed. But last night, it made me believe you don't hate me at all. Especially since Clint ratted you out before leaving early."

The mention of the blonde archer made her pause. She knew he could've said anything and it would all be hell. "What..."

"We were playing truth or dare, and you called bullshit on my body count. So Wanda asked you, that if you too a shot for everything you hate about me, would it be true that half the bottle would be gone. And you took three shots of backing out. And Clint called you a pussy. Saying you wouldn't even dent the bottle." You recapped part of the night. Smiling at the crimson color. "God, you're so pretty when you blush."

The color deepened and Nat couldn't look anywhere near you. She cleared her throat. "Did...Did anything else happen?"

"You quite the game and got drunk. When we all came back downstairs you were drunk dancing on the table, and then fell off once you looked at me. I helped you up and then left, only for you to follow me the entire night like a lost puppy. And by the end of the night, while I was cleaning the living room, you took it upon yourself to act jealous about somethings. And you climbed onto my back and held onto me like a baby koala. I drove to your house and your sister lectured me on if I hurt you she would kill me. I gave you my bed while I took the couch and now we're here."

The entire time you had made your way closer to her. Picking her head up by the chin with your index finger. Smiling when she met your stare. "So, pretty girl, that's why I'm being nice to you. Because you're nothing more than my lost puppy."

She let a small whimper out. One she wished you didn't hear. Especially when you brought your lips closer to hers. "And any day you want to test my body count, just say so."

"Please," she whispered. Causing you to pull back just a bit. A cocky grin taking place of your smile.

"Please what, sweets?"

"Kiss me, please!" She almost shouted. You hummed, bringing your lips right over hers. "Y/n," she whined.

The way your named rolled off her tongue was all you needed. Connecting your lips to hers, you could only focus on the softness. Feeling how she pushed herself to try and deepen the kiss. But you kept it short and sweet. Knowing school still awaited.

And when you pulled back, she chased after you. Making a soft laugh leave your mouth. "A lost puppy you are indeed. And you'll always be mine."

She had a sparkle in her eye. The look of completely in love taking over her face. "Only yours."

You placed one more kiss to her lips, then one to her forehead. Grabbing her hand as you picked up your bag and keys. Leaving the house.

Surprising all your friends when you showed up with sunglasses on and Nat following you with more coffee's.

Your high school career was on it's last few days, but you finally did it. You found out why the Natasha Romanoff hated you.

Because she loved you.

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Secret Santa

TW: knife (lmk if anything else should be added)

relationships: Yelena Belova & Maria Hill, Natasha Romanoff/Maria Hill (mentioned), Natasha Romanoff & Wanda Maximoff, Natasha Romanoff & Yelena Belova, Maria Hill & Wanda Maximoff

additional tags: fluff, christmas fluff, domestic fluff, post-red room, christmas presents & shopping.

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Yelena could say all she wanted how lame Christmas was, but that was a lie. She couldn’t wait for it all, for the presents, the food and the time she will get to spend with Natasha. It was a week till’ Christmas now, they decorated the tree - it was all going well. Until Natasha came up with another idea, so called “Secret Santa”.

This year the group was smaller, most went to their families or had other activities, leaving Natasha, Yelena, Wanda and Maria all to themselves.

“Okay, so…” Natasha started speaking, she sat on the floor in her red and black pyjama. “You have to draw a card, with a name. That’s who you’re buying the gift to and vice versa.” She explained, as Yelena was unfamiliar with the tradition.

“I go first!” Wanda jumped in her seat as her hand went into the small box, she drew a card and looked at it for a moment before speaking.

“Natasha! I have you, so I guess you have me…” Wanda was more uncertain now, she knew it would be tough if she drew Natasha’s name, as Yelena was unfamiliar with her or Maria, so the gift buying is harder.

Yelena just glanced at Natasha, unsure to what she is supposed to do now.

“I-I have you then?” Yelena turned to Maria.

“Yes…Don’t worry, it’s most important to have fun, I’m sure you’ll do your best.” Maria smiled lightly as she glanced at Natasha.

“Okay, so two days for gift hunt and I will get us matching hats!” Wanda clapped her hands as she tried to keep the atmosphere far from uncomfortable.

***

Yelena browsed in different shops in the area, she felt uneasy alone, but at the same time didn’t want Nat to intervene in her shopping, as she was literally dating Maria.

She walked into millions of clothing stores, food stores and ones that are a mix of everything. Until she found a place she actually enjoyed being in — a store full of weapons.

It felt close to what she knew — knifes, guns and even bows. She was familiar with most of the weapons, but her attention was caught by one specific object, a small knife, it handle was made specifically to be more comfortable, also it had a small heart carved in it.

Yelena’s eyes scanned it for a moment before she was rudely welcomed by the store employee.

“Hey there…” A middle aged man approached her, stood way too close with his hands on his hips. “What can I do for you, sweetheart?”

A small grin creeped up onto his face, Yelena scoffed. Entitled men was everything she had to deal with her whole life, not anymore.

“I don’t need help.” She mumbled, making her russian accent even more thick.

“Oh, come on! You like the knife? I can show you how to use it.” The stupid smirk did not leave his face for a second, Yelena just grabbed the knife and headed to buy it, losing the guy in the crowd.

She left the store happy, she finally had her gift, but it didn’t feel like enough. She felt as if Maria deserved better, she should buy more.

So she did. Yelena entered one of the clothing stores as she looked though the shirts, she didn’t quite know what Maria style was, so she just looked for something simple.

Her eyes got stuck on a plain shirt, with four letters on it — BAMF. What the hell is BAMF?

“Excuse me…” Yelena approached a short lady, a worker in the store, she looked harmless and kind, so Yelena picked her. “What does this mean?” Yelena pointed at the shirt she took.

“BAMF?” The woman smiled, she didn’t laugh or scold Yelena, she smiled as she had a sympathetic look on her face. “Bad Ass Mother Fucker.” The woman’s face turned slightly red as she spoke the vulgar words quietly.

“Thank you.” Yelena nodded and glanced at the sticker on the woman’s shirt. “Thank you, Olivia.”

***

It was the day of gift giving, Yelena was nervous, she barely slept and only coffee helped. So many scenarios crossed her mind — What if Maria hates her gift? What if it’s a terrible gift? What if they pull a prank on her and what if her box is empty?

But she had to shove all that aside and packed her gift, the four were seated in the living room, all in matching Santa’s hats, which Wanda had bought them.

“Alright, who opens their gift first?” Wanda glanced around, waiting for either Maria or Natasha to take the wheel and decide.

“How about us?” Natasha smiled and

glanced at Yelena, her and Wanda exchanged their boxes.

Natasha was eager to prove Yelena it was fine, the presents weren’t perfect and the boxes weren’t empty.

Both of the redheads opened their boxes as excitement grew on their faces. Natasha got a new leather jacket and a photo in a frame — a picture of her and Maria on their first date.

Wanda on the other hand was given socks, red ones with white stripes on them, like a candy cane. To that was a book, which Yelena was unfamiliar with, but the cover was colourful.

The two hugged, which made Yelena scream internally… Did she have to hug Maria too?

She just glanced at her box, now her gift doesn’t seem enough. She didn’t think twice about what she bought, maybe she should’ve asked Natasha for help after all.

“Yelena?” Natasha’s voice was warm and gentle as she encountered her sister to hand over the box to Maria. “Now it’s your turn.”

Yelena glanced at Maria, but she didn’t hand her the box, she instead got up with it and left the room.

How could she think that gift was good for even a second? It was embarrassing.

The three were left in silence for a moment, uncertain as to what they were supposed to do now. Natasha was planning on going, but as she got up, Maria stopped her.

“I got it, you guys can…make some popcorn?” Maria was improvising, but she felt bad for Yelena, like it was her fault that the girl got scared off.

“Masha—“ Natasha started, but seeing the look in Maria’s eyes she just nodded and went in silence to the kitchen with Wanda.

***

Yelena was alone, in her room. It was pretty small, she kept almost everything packed in boxes, she never unpacked in case Natasha got her own flat. In case she wanted to take her too. Besides the Tower never felt like home, she sat all day long in her room, didn’t know anyone that well, except her sister.

A gentle knock on her door made her jump as she slid the gift under her bed.

“Yelena? It’s me, Maria…” The door was still closed, Maria didn’t want to invade Yelena’s privacy, she had a choice to let her in or not.

“What do you want?” Yelena’s voice was low and cold, but it was all a facade, a facade Maria knew too well, she have seen it before, in Natasha.

“To talk, that’s all… You don’t have to let me in if you don’t want to, we can just talk though the door.”

The door opened soon after, Yelena looked up at Maria who was slightly taller. Maria gave her a reassuring smile as she walked in and the door was shut after her.

“What’s wrong?” Maria glanced at Yelena before sitting on the bed. “Why did you run?”

“Why do you care?” The blonde scoffed, almost mockingly.

“Yelena…You can talk to us, to me. I just want you to know that.” Maria sighed. “Natasha trusts me, you trust her, right?”

Yelena sat on the bed next to Maria as she breathed out loudly.

“I can’t give you my gift. It simply…sucks.”

“It…sucks?” Maria frowned.

“Yeah…I’m sorry…”

“Don’t be sorry, come on, I’m sure I’ll love it.”

Yelena sighed, Maria had a determined look on her face, so she gave up, too tired to banter with her. The blinde pulled out the box from under the bed and handed it to Maria.

Maria looked at the box curiously and opened it slowly, as she took out a small black box - there was a small knife in there, that fits right into Maria’s fist.

“See? I told you.”

“What? The knife? It’s a great gift, very…”

“Practical.” Yelena finished her sentence.

“Yes, practical.”

Maria nodded with a smile as she took a notice of a folded material in the box. It was a folded shirt, with four letters on it, four letters she did not understand.

“What’s BAMF?” Maria glanced at Yelena.

“The lady in the store said it means Bad Ass Mother Fucker.” Yelena said with zero expression, even though she was giggling on the inside.

“I- You think I’m Badass?” Maria raised her brows as she looked amused at the blonde.

“Yeah, I mean, you’re the right hand of SHIELD.” Yelena smiled lightly.

Maria placed the shirt back into the box, she didn’t intend to make Yelena uncomfortable so she kept her distance. She remembered well how jumpy and anti-touching Natasha was.

“So, are you ready to open up my gift?”

Yelena glanced at Maria nervously as the woman handed her the box, smiling encouragingly.

Yelena took a deep breath in as she opened her box, inside was a green vest, similar to the one she owned and gave to Natasha.

The vest she was looking at had more black details in it, the green color was very much toned. Yelena couldn’t hold back her smile as she looked at the vest.

“I gotta say, Natasha helped me out a bit, she talked a lot about how the vest was the first thing you got yourself, but you were willing to give that up to her.” Maria smiles lightly at the memory. “So, you like it?”

Yelena nodded with a smile on her face, she tried to tone her emotions, but it was like a wave of excitement washing over her. She moved closer to Maria and wrapped her arms around the woman. Maria was slightly shocked at the sudden touch, but she hugged the blonde back.

“I’ll take that as a yes.”

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Cuddles

*Y/N staying up to 5 am and going downstairs to see Natasha watching TV while eating snacks*

Y/N: why are you awake?

Natasha: *shrugs*

Y/N: how do you wear shorts in Winter I'm literally freezing!

Natasha: then why don't you wear warmer clothes?

*They both stare at each other*

Y/N: I want warm cuddles, I thought I made that painfully obvious!

#natasha x y/n #natasha romanoff #marvel #natasha x reader #natasha x you #incorrect quotes #incorrect marvel quotes #fluffy #cuddles are the best

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Avengers Masterlist

NOTE: If you have any fic suggestions feel free to write me!

Updated: 06.10.2023

(M) = mature

© = completed

Other masterlists: mother masterlist, Bucky Barnes masterlist

Avengers

(C) “I can go anywhere I want, just not home.” by @milf-cinematic-universe​

↳ “ You are a product of a HYDRA experiment. Years after being held captive by them, you are saved by SHIELD. You join the Avengers in hope of finding a family in them, but what are you supposed to do when they don’t treat you the way you expected them to?”

↳ Chapters: 1/1

Maria Hill

(C) Miscommunications by @lazydoodlesandfanfic​​​​​​​

↳ “ maria hill x reader where r has been sent on a several year long mission to infiltrate hydra. the avengers find her during a mission and end up bring her in (not knowing who she is). on the flight back they all question why she’s so quiet and smiling. when they reach shield they inform maria and fury of her presence in a cell (?) they all go to see the interrogation and find maria and r kissing and holding each other and fury just turns around to them and says “oh yeah they’re married” “

↳ Chapters: 1/1

Natasha Romanoff

(C) Late-Night Revelations by @goldenempyrean​​​​​​​

↳ “  Night is usually the time when you had free rein of the compound - little did you expect to be interrupted on your journey to get midnight snacks and certainly not by her. “

↳ Chapters: 1/1

(C) Zoom meetings by @wandaromanova​​​​​​​

↳ “ reader is doing an online class and nat wakes up and casually kisses reader’s cheek and everyone who saw it is freaking out because the black widow has a gf “

↳ Chapters: 1/1

Sam Wilson

(C) No Title 1 by @clayworldwanderer​​​​​​​

↳ “ Imagine Sam giving you hope when you’re having a hard time.“

↳ Chapters: 1/1

Steve Rogers

(C) No Title 1 by @professorrw​​​​​​

↳ “steve x reader one shot where the reader is heavily pregnant and her and Steve get on the subway and he's so confused as to why nobody is giving her a seat because he's so old fashioned?“

↳ Chapters: 1/1

Stucky

(C) Epiphany by @the-bau-quinjet​​​​

↳ “ Fury sends you back in time on a mission. How will you handle seeing Steve and Bucky in the 40s? “

↳ Chapters: 1/1

Wandanat

(C) No Title 1 by @missmonsters2​​​​​​​

↳ Chapters: 1/1

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Testing Her Theory

〚 Notes - Okay, finally got out of my writers block. Sooo this was written ;) Hopefully should be writing some reqs too soon :) 〛

〚 Summary - Nat’s not feeling great on her shift, but theres no way you’ll let her work for long 〛

〚 Wordcount - 1450 〛

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“Does anyone know what ails our fair Natasha?” Thor asked as he entered the room, greeted by the sight of you and several other avengers playing Mario on the big TV while stuffing your faces with snacks.

The mention of your girlfriend’s name caught your attention, putting down your controller, you looked up and asked, “What do you mean?”

“Well,” Thor began, taking a seat amongst the other Avengers seated on the couch, “She had sneezed several times and to be courteous I said, ‘bless you’ and instead of saying ‘thank you’, Natasha forcefully hurled a tissue box directly at my face.”

The room shared a collection giggle as Thor continued to exaggerate the extent of Natasha’s uncalled for anger, but you couldn’t help but feel an inkling of worry. 

You knew Nat had complained the previous night about not feeling well and you hadn’t seen her since breakfast that morning, even then, she had seemed quieter than usual, more reserved and you couldn’t help but wonder if she still felt ill.

“I think Nat’s catching a bit of a cold.” You admitted once everyone had calmed back down, “She’s probably not feeling well, don’t take it to heart, I’ll go check on her.”

Thor gave you a thumbs up as you passed him your controller, letting him take over for you, “Where is Natasha?” You asked, looking over your shoulder as you stood up to leave.

“She was in Stark’s main lab when I last saw her, sitting where all the main observation screens are.”  Thor replied, as he reached to take a handful of popcorn from the big bowl sat on the coffee table.

“Alright, I’ll go make some tea and see how she is, have fun playing Mario guys.”

“Text us if you need anything.”

“Will do!”

〘✧〙

Tony’s lab was as pristine as it always is. The floor, countertops, and work surfaces gleam with the same clean, sterile sheen that had come to be associated with Stark's aesthetics. Infact the other thing out of place is Natasha herself, she's in one of Stark’s leather chairs, her head resting in her hands as she sat hunched over his main table.

“Somebody told me there's a miserable Avenger who could use a cup of tea,” You smiled, seeing Natasha lift her head out of her hands at the recognisable sound of your voice, “but I couldn’t find one, so you’ll have to do.”

“Very funny.” She spoke sarcastically but still eagerly reached for the steaming cup you held out to her. Her fingers twisting round the handle as she held the cup close to her face, taking deep breaths of the hot steam.

You shrugged, amused with your own humour, “I thought so.”

A light flush ran across the bridge of her nose, and there was an endearing little smile tugging at the corners of her mouth. "Thank you" her tone was sincere, a sweet little purr leaving her lips as she turned her attention back to the mug of tea.

“Soo,” You began as you hoisted yourself up to be sitting on the table, “I heard you violently assaulted Thor with a malice weapon earlier.

That earned you a chuckle, as the redhead shook her head at your dramatic exaggeration, “He wouldn’t stop pestering me, so I gave him so light motivation to leave.”

You raised an eyebrow, “Light motivation, hm?”

“Yup.”

“Okay then, whatever you say sweetheart.”

You both sat in silence for several minutes before you noticed that Natasha had begun to slowly massage the corners of her temples as she held her head in her hands again.

You hesitated to question her; you knew Natasha hated admitting to anything that showed she wasn’t a carbon-perfect human being in peak condition, so you dropped your tone, almost whispering the words, “Sweetie, do you want me to get you something for that headache?”

"No, no, I'll be alright." Nat's hand continues its incessant rubbing, massaging the tender flesh at the base of her skull. She can feel it even behind her glassed-over eyes, "Just give me… just a minute."  

A minute passes—ten, even—and the redheaded-Russian's headache shows no sign of ceasing. And the pressure in her head only multiples when she quickly clasps her hoodie sleeve to her face, sneezing down into it.

“Hu’tshhiew! Hhep’tshoo!”

“Bless.” You cooed, as Natasha groaned, letting her head rest on the table. You reached out to rub the tension in her temples and you fingers catch in a tangle of knotted locks and you carefully ran your hand through, untangling it.

Her voice is husky with exhaustion when she mutters a reply. “Your hands feel nice.”

There is something about making Nat feel better that makes you feel warm inside. With a satisfied hum, you slid your hands into her hair to massage her scalp. She made a low sound of approval and sinks into your touch. “That so?”

“Yeah, it feels Hh really- Hh’iiishiew!”

“Aww bless, do you feel worst then last night baby?” You ask as your thumbs go to graze her temples again. Natasha hums agreeably and shifts her position to press into the touch, prompting to you give a sympathetic pout as she sniffles.

“Maybe you should go lay down?” You offered, sliding down from to table to pull her into a tight hug.

“I can't just rest go lay down and rest Y/N.” Natasha huffed as she buried her face in the crook of your neck and the exhaustion behind her eyes was beyond-evident when she pulled away, “what am I meant to do, put up a billboard which says ‘Sorry bad guys please don’t cause trouble today, Natasha Romanoff has a cold and isn’t well enough to kick your asses?’”

“So, you admit you're not well enough to kick ass?” You raised your eyebrow accusingly, pulling out a chair for her to sit on knowing she had just accidentally outed herself. The realisation of what she had just said finally set in and she’d shook her head, knowing there was no point in hiding it anymore.

“I could still pin you in seconds though.” She smirked back at you, as you came behind the chair she was in, reaching down to massage her shoulders.

“Care to demonstrate?” You asked as you gave her the cheesiest of winks, earning yourself a snort of laughter from the redhead.

“Maybe another time,” Natasha smiled, opting to turn around and gently pulling on your sweatshirt so you’d lean down meaning she could plant a gentle kiss on your cheek instead, “wouldn’t want you to catch this.”

You shrugged, you didn’t necessarily want to catch it either, “Worth a try, I guess.” You went to return her gesture but stopped as she turned her head away, yawning widely against her fist.

Her yawn was soon followed by an irritated sounding exhale quickly accompanied by her suddenly ducking her head down into her elbow, “Eiiishiew! Hh’htshoo! Hh..hhii’eshhiew!”

“Bless you sweetie! We should get you back up to our room,” You said, brushing your fingers down her feverish cheeks, “You look like you’re about to doze off at any moment and I'm sure our bed is alot more comfortable to nap in then these chairs.”

“I’d love too.” Natasha admitted, “but I’m on shift right now, it's not that simple.”

You clicked your tongue as you pulled out your phone, typing speedily as you texted someone. And you got your reply speedily too, “Just sorted that.”

Natasha gave you a confused look, “What do you mean?”

“I text Tony,” you explained as you waved your phone, “I just said that something came up and that you need to be covered for this shift. He agreed to take over for us.”

It was hard to miss the small smile which crept across her face as she heard your words. You knew Natasha had a hard time asking for help, so this was your way of letting her know that you were there for her.

“Now, up you get.” You smiled, holding out your hand for her to take as she stood, “we can go up to our room and nap, maybe have a nice hot bath later? I’ll even read to you if it’ll help you feel better.”

Nat smiled too, bringing up your interlocked fingers so she could press a kiss to the back of hand, “You’re seriously the best,” she paused to clear her throat while a slight blush began to spread across her cheeks, “but, y’know… I heard cuddles can cure colds quick.”

You raised an eyebrow, not holding back your smirk, “Is that so?”

“Mhm.”

“Well, I think we should go test that theory.”

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Her voice, still husky with sleep, soothes you even more, bringing a sleepy smile to your lips as you reach out for her, running your fingers through her hair to fully get it away from her face and letting her take your hand to kiss your palm before placing it on her cheek, which you gladly stroke with your thumb.

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Marvel Cinematic Universe Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Darcy Lewis/Brock Rumlow Characters: Darcy Lewis, Natasha Romanov (Marvel) Additional Tags: Arranged Marriage, Alternate Universe - Royalty, Alternate Universe - Fantasy, Darcy Lewis is Tony Stark's Daughter Series: Part 6 of Marvellania Summary:

The Mad Titan has been toppled and the countries of Marvellania are free to rule themselves again. As part of the new order, a Grand Treaty is written, sealed in the traditional way--with weddings!

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Fridge Jail

Pairings: Loki x reader, reader x avengers (platonic)

Authors Note: I have no idea where this came from but it's here so ... Enjoy!

Word Count: 929

"Where is Y/n?" asks Steve, wandering into the library room.

"Not sure. Maybe check the gym?" suggests Nat.

"Good idea, I just came from the garage where Tony's working on something and she's not there. I'll go check the gym now, thanks Tash."

"Mhm," mumbles the ginger in reply, already buried back into her novel.

"Hey Sam! Buck! Either of you seen Y/n in the last twenty?"

"Nah man, last I saw her was breakfast." responds Bucky.

"I saw her about forty minutes ago now, she was arguing with Loki. Surprise, surprise. You might want to go talk to him," offers Sam, taking a gulp of his water.

"Good idea. Thanks Sam!"

"No problem man!"

Steve makes his way through the compound searching through the common spots where Loki hangs out a lot. He finds him in the kitchen, making a mug cake. "Hey Loki, have you seen Y/n by chance?"

"Yes I have, Steven. If you look directly to your left, you will as well." points out the god of mischief, putting the mug into the microwave.

Steve looks to where Loki stated, and there you sit. On top of the refrigerator. Hands and feet bound, with a gag in your mouth keeping you from making much noise. "Loki, why is Y/n tied up, gagged and on top of the fridge?" asks Steve as you make small grabby hands in the direction of the blond.

"She was bratting, as per usual. I got the idea of sitting her atop the refrigerator from the internet. But seeing as I know that if I put her up there without any bindings she would simply jump off. Hence why she is bound. She is in timeout." Explains the god, smirking as he does so. The microwave beeps and Loki retrieves his delicacy.

"O-kay then. That still doesn't explain as to why she is gagged though,"

"I gagged her because she was whining and whimpering quite noisily. Darling he is not going to take you out from your timeout, you still have ten minutes left. Do I need to add another five? As I was saying, she was being overly whiny. And her whines attract unneeded-" Loki is cut off by you smacking your ankles on the cupboards beside you and crying loudly against the gag in your mouth. "For that, I am adding another ten minutes up there and five swats, darling. Are you sure you want to be fussing around?" Loki states, making you tear up a little.

"Reindeer games, why is Y/n on my fridge?" asks Stark, coming into the kitchen and grabbing and apple.

"Timeout." responds Loki simply. Tony shrugs, biting into his Granny Smith as he walks away. Turning back to Steve, Loki continues. "As I was saying, before I was rudely interrupted, her whines attract unneeded attention. Which is exactly what she wants when she is bratty. Hence the gag. Now, was there a particular reason you were searching for her, Steven?"

"Yes, there is. Her court ordered therapist phoned to say that Y/n has skipped the last three of their mandatory meetings. And that if she misses the next one Y/n will have to be placed under arrest and brought to the clinic through force." You cry out through the gag again as Loki shakes his head.

"Well then. Thank you for bringing this to my attention. She will be dealt with. What punishment fits the crime the best, in your opinion Captain?"

"I think that the denial of four orgasms should teach her a lesson."

"I like the way you think, Rogers. That sounds perfect."

~An hour and a half later~

"Stevie?" you whine, limping into the library room. You are only dressed in a baggy shirt and men's underwear.

Steve and Nat both look up from their respective books and coo sympathetically at you. "Hey Y/n, you alright button?" asks Steve, draping his book over the arm of the sofa. You shake your head, rubbing at your wrists, where the rope dents remain. "Oh, button. Come sit honey." You shuffle over and sit slowly on the cushion before whining at the discomfort.

"Nope, hold her up Steve, I'll stick a pillow underneath her." says Nat, lurching from her spot to go retrieve the thick throw pillow she tossed across the room earlier. As she returns with the pillow in hand, Steve carefully lifts you off the couch, ensuring not to as much as brush your 'goods'. Nat places the throw pillow underneath Steve's hands and helps him lower you back down.

"Did he at least give you one before he cleaned you up, button?" You nod. "It was good, huh?"

"So good. Always feels so good." you mumble, leaning into the man beside you. You snuggle your face under his chin and doze off as he picks his book back up.

A few minutes later Nat speaks up. "So, where did you find her?"

"Fridge jail, in timeout." Steve snickers as he say the words 'fridge jail'.

"Wait, fridge jail? Like all those fake ass videos on social media?" Nat giggles.

"Yep, just like those. But for real. Loki had her bound and gagged so she couldn't cry for forgiveness as she does or jump down. It wasn't bad planning. Maybe I'll use it on somebody else in this room who gets bratty sometimes." Steve side-eyes the woman on the opposite end of the couch.

"You wouldn't dare," Nat's face drops and she crosses her arms.

"Oh but wouldn't I?" Steve winks at the ginger.

La Fin

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