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black-dragon1998 · 5 hours ago
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Eating at POP’s
Summary: (Y/N) and Cheryl bond go to pop’s and everybody fawns over them.
autor’s note: It isn’t much, just a bunch of fluff. Just wanted to let you guy’s know i’m not abandoning this story event though it has been ages since i posted for it.
P.S.: It is 1AM at the time of writing this so don’t kill me if their are any mistakes in it.
part 1- part 2- part 3
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Over the weekend you continue your research about the town. You found out that they had a local bike gang, the ‘South Side Serpents’. Apparently, even small towns like this have their gangs, you were curious if they were the same as the gangs in the city. your research however was interrupted when Saturday afternoon Cheryl Blossom stood at your doorstep. While you were repairing her car you opted on driving her to and from school as well as practice and you had come at a point where she let her guard down when the two of you were alone, but she had never come over without a reason.
She stood at your doorstep in what you think were comfy clothes. You were in a similar state as you hadn’t taken much effort in searching for clothes that morning. Opting for sweatpants and nothing but your sports bra.
“Cheryl? What are you doing here?” your brows scrunched together in confusion. Cheryl couldn’t help but think it was cute. A word that she didn’t think she would ever use to describe someone like you. Even the rough ways you dealt with certain things or people she thought was cute.
“well, you said you would fix my car and looking as I don’t have your number…” Cheryl trailed off. Your chuckle made her look back up at you.
“afraid I would rack your car darling.” The smirk on your face and the nickname made Cheryl blush. It took her a moment to take to pick herself together but was soon back to her usual banter.
“Can’t be careful enough.” She matched your smirk now with her own as you let her in the garage.
  That is how you spend the next two weeks after school and in the weekend working on Cheryl’s car, with her watching you from the couch that was placed in the garage/ workplace. The first time she saw all of the cars and high-tech equipment her jaw dropped. She knew you were rich, but this was even much for her. Imagen her surprise the first time she heard FRIDAY. First, she freaked out and demanded to know if someone else was there. You told her one no there wasn’t anybody else and second that FRYDAY was an IA that you had built together with your uncle after her precious one died.
 Over the hours that she watched you both of you started to relax and now she didn’t even look up when FRIDAY spoke, she even started asking them questions.
“miss I like to inform you that a vehicle from the compound is arriving later today,” FRIDAY informed. She didn’t give too much information because Cheryl was there but not much was needed.
“Thanks, FRIDAY.” You thank the AI. You were able to work for a couple more minutes before a body draped itself over your back while being bend forward over the car. Cheryl relaxing was becoming touchy and craving cuddles.
“(Y/N)?” Cheryl asked her voice muffled by being buried in your hoody. The whininess in her voice made you chuckle. She could be so cute when nobody was around to judge her.
“yes, Red?” you look over your shoulder at her and see her pouting.
“I’m hungry.” The way she said it made clear you had to do something about it. You turn around, making her fall into your chest. She immediately pulls away and starts blushing heavily.
“well hum. I can make something or I could drive us to pops. My treat.” You propose shyly. Cheryl looked up and again couldn’t help but think how cute you looked.
“How trustworthy is your cooking?” she asks you with a raised eyebrow. Not really knowing if she trusted you in the kitchen. And chuckling at your reaction.
“Haven’t burned down the kitchen jet, but it would probably be safer if we went out.” You admit scratching the back of your neck. Wanda had tried to teach you how to cook and you weren’t bad but like your mom, it didn’t really interest you and you sometimes forgot you had left something on the fire. So at the compound, Wanda took the role of big sister seriously and forbade you from using the kitchen and always made something from you.
To your surprise, Cheryl agreed to go with you on your bike, something that was short of shocking. When she put on one of your helmets and leather jackets you had to take a minute. You thought she look hot before but that had nothing on her now. She noticed you staring and turned around with one hand on her hip.
“See something you like sugar.” She asked in a flirty tone and you had to shake your head a little to get the daze out and could only nod. Yes, you were liking what you saw.
“you look good in leather.” Was the only thing you could say in response. Instead of saying anything Cheryl smiled and straddled the bike. This woman was going to the death of you.
 A motorcycle-riding up the parking of with 2 people on it did raze a couple of heads. Even more when started recognizing Cheryl as she took off her helmet. Cheryl however didn’t seem to notice or care so you didn’t make a big deal out of it either. It wasn’t going to change the way you were going to treat her, it never did.
Walking out in front of her you held the door open for her and it made her laugh but she accepted it.
“what a gentlewoman.” She teased with a smile.
“well, I do aim to please and saw this hot girl in the parking lot and had to get her attention.” You fired back, with a smirk. She giggled slapping your shoulder before walking in. not ready to let it go you continued.
“you think she would be interested?” you wiggle your eyebrows at her.
  Betty who was sitting at one of the booths in POP’s, together with Veronica, Archie and Jugghead looked up when she heard the sound of a motorcycle approaching. Thinking one of the Serpents want to kick up some trouble.
“who’s that?” she askes, not recognizing the drive. Her friend's lookup.
“don’t recognize the bike. It is not someone from the Serpents.” Jugghead comments. Something familiar does spike when they see the driver park the bike, not yet realising it's you. At school, you only wear baggy clothes so they had never seen you like this.
“I don’t know who they are but they look good.” Veronica was openly gawking at the muscles that were on display through your leather jacket and skinny jeans. Archie on his turn was checking out the bike under you.
Recognizing your companion wasn’t that hard, her red hair came flowing from underneath the helmet and gave away their identity.
“well, whoever they are they have convinced Cheryl Blossom to ride on a bike with them.” Jugghead didn’t even try to be as amazed as his friends were, even though he was curious who the driver was.
All four being blown away when you took off your helmet and setting it on your lap while smiling at Cheryl who looked at you with a mock glare.
  “don’t have to be so fuzzy Red, you look good either way.” Your smooth words made her heart flutter while heat streamed to her face. Instead of responding she turned and marched toward the door. Although before she could even open it you already holding it open for her. Giving you a small smile she walked in and you followed. Leading Cheryl to one of the booths in the back of the shop. You tell her to relax as you take her order and walked toward the counter.
Sitting down Cheryl had the time to go over all the emotions she was feeling. You made her feel warm and secure. She only ever felled like that with Jason. Over the weekends she spends with you, you insisted you wanted to get to know the ‘real’ Cheryl as you called it and against her better judgment she caved, so she let the bitch side of her drop.
The other thing you did was take care of her, getting her food was only one of the small things you did and you never asked for anything in return. You also checked on her emotionally, telling her it was okay to be sad and mad over Jason’s death. With you, she was allowed to grieve, at school, she always had to keep up her perfect persona and her parents were sharks waiting for her to mess up to break her down some more. To say her feeling for you were growing was an understatement, the only she couldn’t say was where they were growing toward.
So Cheryl couldn’t help but smile when she saw you walking toward her with two food stray in hand.
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lesbian-deadpool · 9 hours ago
Hai...my last braincells did this too me, so now it is stuck in my brain, so imagine nat and you introduce the baby to nat's russian fam.how would they react? Will the baby wear a cute bear onesies? Or will the baby just stare and smile to yelena?
The baby will 1000% be wearing a little bear onesie.
Alexei will not let the child go, he'll be crying for the first like 10-15 minutes, just repeating, "My first grand baby," over and over again.
Melina will shed a tear or two, but will quickly wipe them away before anyone can see, even though most of you already did. And will hold the baby, telling them stories about Natasha as a child in Russian. Saying how much they look like her.
Yelena won't get the childs apparent obsession with her. Looking at the blonde with wide eyes and a gapeing mouth, arms and legs flailing and an excited look over coning their small face, every time she spoke to them.
"What's wrong with them?" She would ask.
"Nothing," Natasha chuckled lightly, "They just like you."
And Alexei would quietly mumble, "That's not fair."
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mrs-salvawhore · 10 hours ago
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𝐌𝐲 𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐩𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐭
So I'm in this groupchat with wonderfull people and I also wanted to make my own cuz idk so if you like oh and please be at least over 15 thank you!
𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐥 | 𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐏𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 | 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐕𝐚𝐦𝐩𝐢𝐫𝐞 𝐃𝐢𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐫 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐎𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐬 you are welcome to join! Of course if you like other things you can join!
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lesbian-deadpool · 10 hours ago
omgomg what about post-labor nat being all loopy and giggly but also unable to contain her tears so she’s just blathering happily but also w voice breaks and sniffles🥺 just like two polar opposite emotions happening at once mixing to make the cutest human you’ve ever seen
It's the first time she ever held her child.
She's looking down at them with the utmost love in her glossy, tear filled eyes. A giant smile upon her face, soft giggle coming out, conveying pure happiness, everytime her minutes old child blinked up at her.
"Hi," she whispered, filling you with pride, so much so that you could feel your chest swelling with it, as you watched. Tears burning in your own eyes at the view, as she continued, "I love you so much. I've been waiting so long to meet you," her voice broke at that moment, and she gave a great sniff, blinking softly at the babe, "You are gonna be the most loved baby ever, your aunts and uncles are going to spoil you so much. Just don't play patty-cake with your uncle Wade, he's a sore loser. Actually most of them are."
You laughed at this, wrapping your arm around the woman, "I love you, you whispered into her ear."
"I love you too."
"So, can I hold them yet?"
"Maybe next week," she joked.
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lesbian-deadpool · 10 hours ago
HO ! the baby is made thanks to new technologies that help gay couples have babies of there own with their genes but R is a supersoldier, no one thought it was an importante detail because the chances of the baby receiving supersoldier aptitudes were really low.
Super soldier baby.
How would the prenancy go ?
And after giving birth ? How to take care of a baby with the strenght of grown man?
Tony and Bruce obviously make it, bc they (Tony) overheard you and Natasha talking one day, about how you wished you could make a baby from both of your genes.
Aaaaand now you can.
They perfected the technology and Tony donated 100s of thousands of copies to hospitals all around the world.
It was low, the percentage. Tony had said it was a 2% chance, at most.
Turns out, that all it took.
It seemed that being pregnant with a baby that was part super soldier, wasn't all that different than a normal pregnancy.
Natasha ate more, the baby kicked harder, and moved around faster, and was more resilient, even in the womb.
The red-head ranting, "Low chance of the super soldier DNA having any affect upon the child," she would repeat what Bruce had told her, when she had a bad day with the baby not letting her rest, and kicking her bladder every 5 minutes.
The birth was the exact same as it would be normally.
The baby doesn't rlly have the strength of a grown man, more so the same strength a 4 year old child would have. So it is slightly more difficult, especially when that have a hold of something they don't want to let go of. Like Thor's hair and beard for example.
The baby hardly ever gets sick, which is good in itself. But when they do end up catching a cold of some sort... its hell on earth...
Super soldier baby is an amazing idea, however I would like to offer up some other ideas too.
1. Like super soldier baby. Wb God baby?? Like you're Thor's sibling and pass on your God DNA. Just this tiny little new born, no bigger than Natasha's forearm... welding Mjölnir in their tiny baby fist.
2. P straightforward. Twins. Natasha pregnant with twins, blaming you for it, yelling at them for kicking each other. And feeling so happy that her family is growing so big.
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midgardianweasley · 11 hours ago
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Keep you safe
Natasha Romanoff x Fem!Avenger!reader
Summary: When the civil war breaks out among the team, what happens when you find yourself and your girlfriend on opposite sides of the fight?
Warnings: Extremely minor cursing, angst, injury, ends in fluff
Word Count: 1.8k words
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“Vision, you can’t keep her prisoner here” I announced to what seemed like a brick wall. The S.H.I.E.L.D. meeting was only this morning and already it felt like the team was beginning to drift. Tony and Steve were fighting, not being able to agree on where they stand regarding the Sokovia Accords and whether we should sign our rights away. Wanda, not being a US citizen and having been a big part of the incident in Sokovia, has been put under Vision’s watch for protection. But from what i’ve seen, I think Wanda can protect herself just fine.
“It’s not imprisonment, Y/N, this is for her safety.”
“Safety? She’s fully capable of walking to the shops on her own.”
“I think some members of the team would disagree, Nata-”
“Don’t, Vision. Please.” I sighed, rubbing my forehead, the stress going straight to my temples upon remembering the events from this morning with my girlfriend.
Nat and I had just walked out of the meeting room, thoughts flooding both of our heads. We were exhausted, the emergency meeting not giving us enough time to wake up with a coffee before having to be fully functional. My head was resting on her shoulder, her head on top of mine as we stood in an abandoned corridor, revelling in the peace and quiet. It was a few minutes before one of us decided to speak up.
“You okay, голубка?” She whispered, pressing a gentle kiss to the top of my head before returning to her previous position.
“Mhmm, I think so. My head is officially fried though and it’s not even 9am yet.”
“We’ll get some coffee in us soon.”
“I think we’ve earned it” I mumbled, earning a slight chuckle from the both of us, returning back to the silence for only a couple of minutes before a thought crossed my mind.
“I feel bad for Wanda. She must feel terrible.”
“I know. Hopefully this whole Accords business can be of help.”
“Well, that would be nice, but we’re obviously not signing that.” An airy laugh left my lips, amused at the idea of signing away any freedom we could have for ourselves. I felt Nat’s body go rigid beside me, suddenly feeling tense. I pulled away slightly and looked up to see a frown taking over her features.
“You’re not going to sign?” She spoke, suddenly sounding more awake, albeit still having a gentle tone, but I could feel the disbelief behind her words.
“I wasn’t planning on it, no. Are you?”
“I feel like it would be a good idea. Maybe we need a little more guidance to go about our missions.”
“This isn't guidance, Nat. This is essentially locking us away just without the bars.”
“It’s protection.”
“It’s losing our freedom!” I bluntly responded, almost shocked that we weren’t on the same page about this. We both stood across from each other now, arms crossed and staring into each other's eyes, all tiredness beforehand gone and replaced with fire.
“I need some air” She groaned, walking away towards the exit, signalling the end of that conversation.
“Nat-”
“I’ll see you at home, okay?” Not giving me a chance to respond, having walked out the door before I could utter a word. I guess coffee is the least of my problems now.
Lost in my daydream, I hadn’t even noticed that Clint had walked in and was currently fighting Vision. Wait, Clint?
“Clint? I thought you retired?”
“Ah nice to have you back.” He choked, currently caught in a headlock with Vision. I stood next to Wanda, the two of us sharing a look of confusion. “We need to go, Cap needs us.”
“You can’t overpower me, Clint.” Vision spoke, still holding his grip.
“I know i can’t, but she can”
I looked beside me once again and saw Wanda beginning to use her powers, and before I knew it, Vision had fallen to the ground..and further until we could no longer see him.
“We need to go” The archer rushed, taking Wanda by the hand and leading her outside. I was yet to be clued in on what exactly was going on, but I knew one thing, this couldn’t be good.
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It was absolute chaos everywhere. Steve, much like Tony, had recruited a small team of his own, some familiar faces, some new, the ant guy was pretty cool. However, there hadn’t been much time to admire the different skill sets and powers that had been brought to the table before both sides had run towards each other. Especially considering seeing the recognisable assassin on the other side had brought on a wave of sickness, fighting her was the last thing I wanted to do.
While Bucky had taken to fighting who I assumed to be Blank Panther and Sam was in the air, I’d stuck to helping Steve, not wanting to get involved in the fight Clint was having with Natasha. This teenager had started shooting webs at Captain, and while I know he was on the opposite side, I had to admit, he was pretty good at fighting.
“He also said to go for your legs” He chuckled, again shooting webs at the supersoldier and holding him back from retrieving his shield.
“Hey Spidey” I called, gaining his attention.
“Hi”
“Might wanna drop the Captain, yeah?”
“I can’t. I gotta impress Mr Stark”
“Look, this isn’t your fight, you don’t know what’s going on” I tried to reason, falling onto deaf ears, or just stubborn, as he then shot his webs at me and tried to pull. His eyes shrunk in confusion as he couldn’t flip me, my power of immobility coming in handy.
“Why-” He groaned, still trying to flip me. I lifted my hands, grabbed the webs and flung him into one of the loading crates that were scattered around, my super strength making the impact a lot harsher, but not enough to cause major injury.
“Thanks Y/N” Steve spoke, a quick nod of approval was shared before I caught a glance of another fight going on. Wanda’s holding a crate, trying to take someone flying above it out, completely oblivious to Vision starting to come towards her. Looking down slightly, I saw who was directly underneath.
“Shit” I mumbled, running as fast as I could towards them, avoiding gunfire and punches along the way.
“Language!”
“Sorry! Jeez” I directed towards the man now running in a different direction.
Vision was much closer to them than I was, no matter how quickly my feet took me. It was no use trying to warn Wanda, I wouldn’t get there in time. I had to go with plan B.
“Nat! Move!”
She quickly turned and caught sight of me, giving me a confused glare that didn’t last long before I pushed her away from where she was standing, out of harm's way.
“What the hell Y/-” She hadn’t managed to finish her sentence before her eyes widened in horror at the large crate suddenly falling from Wanda’s hold and onto me. My arms lifted quickly to hold it, slightly wobbling due to not being in the centre of it.
“Is there anything behind me?”
“Wha-”
“Is there anything behind me?!” I spoke more urgently, not knowing how much longer I could hold it.
“No, no you’re clear.” Natasha responded, I thanked her silently with a nod.
‘Okay. you’ve got this. One. Two-’ I thought to myself.
With the remaining strength I could have gathered, I bent down slightly and pushed, sending the metal hurling upwards while I ran forward. Overestimating how high i’d thrown it, the bitter reality hit me, quite literally as it fell onto my leg, sending me face first towards the ground.
“Wanda!” Was all I could hear before I felt my head placed in someone’s lap and the world went black.
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My head pounding like a hammer had been a lovely wake up call, followed by a throbbing pain in my leg which I'd looked down to see was lying along a row of pillows. My eyes darted around the room and I recognised the photo on the bedside table beside me. It was a photo of Natasha and I standing in the rain laughing at a joke we can’t remember anymore, but it must’ve been funny according to the huge smiles on our faces. The love in our eyes was enough to make galaxies jealous.
A knock on the door had interrupted my train of thought, opening before I had a chance to respond, Natasha walked in, a guilty look taking over her face.
“Hi”
“Hey. You okay?” I questioned, earning a smile and a scoff to come out of The Black Widow’s mouth.
“Am I okay? Really?”
“I-”
“You ask me if i’m okay when you’re lying there with a broken leg and just woken up from being knocked out, because you decided to throw yourself into danger.”
“You had a tonnes worth of metal about to fall on you. Forgive me if i didn’t want a squished girlfriend.” I defended myself, not entirely certain on how this is turning into being my fault.
“You could have died”
“But I didn’t”
“But you could’ve, Y/N!”
“Love-”
“I can’t lose you” Her voice broke. Only then had I managed to really take a look at her. Her eyes had clouded over, her hair was all over the place, her nose running slightly. A pang of guilt hit me, not knowing that my action had affected her so much.
“Can you come here? Please?” She hesitated, but soon made her way round to the other side of the bed and sat herself down, making herself comfortable in my arms that I held open for her, hands immediately going to run through her hair. Small sniffles could be heard in the otherwise silent room, each one having a kiss pressed against her head in response.
After a couple of minutes, the silence was broken again.
“I’m sorry, moya lyubov, I didn’t mean to scare you. I just wanted to keep you safe.”
She turned her head up slightly to look at me, a small smile playing on her lips
“I know. You just scared me. I want you to be safe.”
“I’m okay. I’m here. I promise.” I kissed her head again. “How does a bath and a movie sound?” A small sigh left her lips at the suggestion.
“You’ll join?”
“I’ll join”
A small but passionate kiss was exchanged, followed by a few quick pecks before the redhead walked off towards our bathroom, the sound of running water filling the air not long after.
No matter the mission, the fight, the argument or the disagreements, we’ll always protect one another. We don’t need the Sokovia Accords for that.
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natashasleftelbow · 11 hours ago
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fabric thief
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(i don’t own this gif or the characters in this fic)
pairing: natasha romanoff x fem!reader
summary: you are hesitant to steal one of you girlfriend’s hoodies while you are away but when you do an she catches you it’s a cute moment.
warning: none really just fluff and 1 swear.
word count: 907
a/n: hey guys! thank you for the likes on my first post even though my tags are broken i appreciate it and i hope you all have a great day! love ya 💕💕 (can someone please tell me how to implement the read more link thingy i’m stupid)
sorry for any mistakes, not reviewed by anyone besides me.
Nat has been gone for two weeks and you miss everything about her so much. You and her have been going out for around two and a half months making your relationship relatively new. However this doesn’t stop you from missing her little smirk, gorgeous fiery hair, emerald eyes, and even the way way she smells. So you finally create a plan.
Okay, I go in, and I get out, you think to yourself. Wanda peaks around the corner of the hallway and walks towards you,
“Y/n/n, what are you scheming?”
“I- um n-nothing,” you stutter out
“Alrighty then... By the way, you know Nat wouldn’t mind at all if you borrowed a hoodie, right?” she teases
“Wh-how?” you fail to realize how much you show you miss your girlfriend around the compound.
“Well first off, I can kind of read minds. Second, since Natasha hasn’t been around, you look like a lost puppy who lost their favorite toy, and lastly, you are literally standing in front of her door right now.” she explains
“Okay, okay, I guess you got me there. You just know how much I worry about her and miss her, Wands.”
“I know. Well, I’ll just leave you be here. Remember what I told you!” she speaks while walking away.
You know what she’s right. You think as you open her door (you are the only person other than herself who she gave authorization to unlock her door) The first thing you see is her room is mostly clean but her laundry basket is filled to the brim almost overflowing with clothes. So before you choose what clean hoodie you want to steal, you gather the rest of her dirty clothes that aren’t inside the basket as well as take the basket to the teams large laundry room, and throw them in knowing she was in a rush to leave for her mission so she didn’t get the chance to do it herself. Knowing Nat and her organized self she wouldn’t be too ecstatic doing her chores as soon as she returned from her long mission. You move the laundry from the washer to the dryer.
You decide to head to the training room and push yourself in training and weightlifting so you would get good sleep tonight to speed up the time so Nat returns quicker. Once you are done you take a quick, much needed shower and return to the laundry room to pick up Nat’s clothes and return them to her room. You fold all over her clothes nicely and tuck them in her drawers and hang some in her closet. You finally choose the sweatshirt you want to borrow. This particular red hoodie happens to be one of her favorites, it also happens to smell like her which you are more than happy about.
It is only about seven-thirty pm and you and the team have yet to have dinner so you decide to take a quick nap on the couch in the living room while waiting on the Chinese food Tony ordered to be delivered.
Natasha finally arrives back to the compound with only a few new cuts and bruises on her. The team greets her but she can’t help but wonder where you are after noticing you aren’t their to greet her after being gone for so long. Those thoughts are quickly pushed down and away when she sees your sleeping figure on the couch in a relatively uncomfortable position. Nat walks over to you and takes a picture of you peacefully asleep so she can remember the moment forever and carries you up bridal style to her room. You don’t wake up until the morning and when you do, you feel a strong pair of arms on around waist. You quickly flip around only to see your beautiful girlfriend with that smirk you love on her face and eyes filled with amusement.
“NAT!” you squeal, “When did you come back and why didn’t you wake me?” you faux a pout.
“Sorry, as excited as I was to see you again, you just looked too peaceful and cute to wake up.” she exclaims.
“Well, in that case, I have some lost time to make up for.” You say as you place light kisses all over her face.
“By the way babe, you should wear my clothes more often. Although, I do wish it didn’t take me leaving for a couple weeks for you to finally steal some of my clothes.” she winks as you blush and hide your face in her shoulder. “Also, don’t think for a second that I didn’t notice my empty laundry basket and lack of dirty clothes детка (baby). I appreciate it.” she whispers seductively into your ear.
“Awe, you know you don’t need to thank me, I’m more than content with you just being here.” you speak hushed under her emerald gaze, “And also, even though you scared the absolute shit out of me when I woke up to a pair of arms encased around my waist, you should sleep with me more often.” you giggle.
“I think that we can arrange that.”
You snuggle deeper into her embrace and mumble,
“I missed you.”
“I missed you more, love, now let’s go back to sleep.” she says.
You smile against her neck and realize she is your home and there is no one else in the world who you would rather call yours.
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lesbian-deadpool · 13 hours ago
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Natasha, at 3 o'clock in the morning: Why am I awake? 
Y/N: Because you don't need beauty sleep. You're already beautiful.
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wintervvidow · 15 hours ago
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apricity pt. two
apricity - the warmth of the sun in winter
warnings: angst, blood, violence,
pairing: bucky barnes x female oc
word count: 2,956
A/N: part two is here! I did unintentionally rush through this chapter because I am so excited to start the civil war segment of this story. feedback is welcomed, let me know how you are liking it! thank you for reading!
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Bucky’s cheek stung after the third slap from Pierce, the flesh bright red and warm to the touch. He continued fighting his restraints as he had been for the past hour. He had just been wiped, HYDRA needed to start fresh. Sweat trickled from his hairline to his jugular as he yanked and squirmed in the chair.
Alexander lost his patience an hour ago, Bucky hadn’t stopped talking about the girl on the bridge, “She doesn’t love you! If she did, she would have come back for you. We’re trying to correct the world, and we need you to do that. You want to be useful, don’t you?”
Bucky stared ahead emotionless, ignoring Pierce’s words. She loved him. Her eyes told him so, the look on her face from the bridge continued to haunt him even after being reprogrammed. He knew her. She was good. She was home.
A hand came down against Bucky's face again, harder than the last, “You are an asset. She is what we are fighting against. The world deserves freedom and that is what HYDRA is doing. You don’t do your part and I can’t do mine.”
Bucky softly murmured, voice raw from screaming, “But I knew her.”
Alexander clenched his fist as he stood from his chair placed in front of Bucky, “Wipe him again.”
Soon the air was filled with Bucky’s screams again, torturous and raw. Brock Rumlow looked on in silence, taking in the sight before him. This, he could work with.
~
The team consisting of Florence, Steve, Natasha, Sam, Maria, and Fury were littered throughout the vacant underground room, lights dim and the air heavy with stale humidity. Steve and Sam stood while the remaining few were seated at a long conference table. Fury had documents scattered in front of him, Maria with a laptop, typing away intently.
Fury held an image of Pierce from the ’80s in his hand, “This man declined the Nobel Peace Prize. He said peace wasn’t an achievement, it was a responsibility.” Fury threw the picture onto the table, “See, it’s stuff like this that gives me trust issues.”
Natasha speaks from her chair next to her fellow redheaded friend, a solemn expression on her face, “We have to stop the launch.” Alexander was planning on using Project Insight, which consisted of three helicarriers that patrolled the Earth to eliminate threats, deployed after the Battle of New York, only this time it was being planned to be used as a way for HYDRA to eliminate any threats to themselves. The operation was now turned against them.
Fury looked at Natasha with an eyebrow raised, “I don’t think the Council’s accepting my calls anymore.” He flipped open a briefcase, revealing three data chips.
Behind Florence, Sam spoke with arms crossed tightly over his chest, “What’s that?”
Maria flipped her laptop around, showing the team a diagram of data, “Once the helicarriers reach 3,000 feet, they’ll triangulate with Insight satellites, becoming fully weaponized.”
“We need to breach those carriers and replace their targeting blades with our own.” Fury gestured to the case in front of him.
Maria flipped her laptop back around, “One or two won’t cut it. We need to link all three carriers for this to work because if even one of those ships remains operational, a whole lot of people are gonna die.” The entire team grimaced.
All eyes were on Fury as he spoke, “We have to assume everyone on those carriers is HYDRA. We have to get past them, insert these server blades. And maybe, just maybe we can salvage what’s left.”
Florence and Steve shared a look, Florence knew Steve wouldn’t let that happen, “We’re not salvaging anything. We’re not just taking down the carriers, Nick. We’re taking down S.H.I.E.L.D.”
Fury snapped back at Steve, “S.H.I.E.L.D. had nothing to do with this.”
“You gave me this mission, this is how it ends. S.H.I.E.L.D.’s been compromised. You said so yourself. HYDRA grew right under your nose and nobody noticed.” Steve’s face was set, his entire body taking on the posture of command.
Fury gestured around the room with his hands before setting them back on the table, “Why do you think we’re meeting in this cave? I noticed.”
Steve’s face remained cold, “How many paid the price before you did?” Florence read between the lines, she knew what he was asking and it felt like a punch to the gut.
Fury bowed his head as Florence looked away, “Look, I didn’t know about Barnes.” No one did.
Steve scoffed, “Even if you had, would you have told me? Or would you have compartmentalized that too? Like Florence.”
“Hey, she did what she had to. You did not go through what she did.” Florence looked to Fury with kindness in her tired eyes, silently thanking him.
Steve interrupted the tender moment, continuing his speech, “S.H.I.E.L.D., HYDRA, it all goes.”
“He’s right. It all has to go.” All eyes darted to Maria, a silent understanding that Steve was right. This was the beginning of the end.
Fury looks around, eyes landing on Sam, “Don’t look at me.” Sam nods his head to Steve, “I do what he does, just slower.”
Steve stood at the head of the table, staring at Fury as he leaned back in his chair, “Looks like you’re giving the orders now, Captain.”
The team was given their tasks, parting their separate ways before the mission.
Florence found Steve outside, standing on the bridge lost in thought.
Florence sided up next to him, “Hey, I know you probably hate me right now, but-”
Steve cut her off, turning to face her, “I don’t hate you. I don’t. I’m just struggling to wrap my head around the fact that he’s been alive this entire time and you haven’t told one person. Not even me.”
“Steve, I tried. After I ran, I tried to go back for him but he wouldn’t let me; told me to run and to never come back for him. So I had to go into hiding. Seventeen years Steve. It’s not like I could walk into a government building and tell them without HYDRA catching wind. Hell, I could have been walking straight back into HYDRA. You have to understand that everything I’ve done has been to protect him. Everything.” By the end of the redheads’ speech, she was choking back tears, hands trembling at her sides. She bit her lip to quell the emotions running through her.
Steve placed a comforting hand on her shoulder, “I know, I know. I’m sorry.”
Silence fell over the two friends as both reminisced on the past, staring off into space.
Flashback:
Florence climbed the stairs behind Bucky and Steve to Steve’s family home. The mood was somber, Florence’s black funeral dress grazing her ankles as she stepped up the last step, standing next to Bucky.
“We looked for you after. My folks wanted to give you a ride to the cemetery.” Bucky’s tone was soft as he spoke to the heartbroken Steve.
“I know. Kinda wanted to be alone.” Steve stared at the ground as he spoke, never making eye contact with either Florence or Bucky.
Florence cocked her head to one side, gaze softly inquisitive as she looked at the small-statured man in front of her, “How was it?”
“It was okay. She’s next to dad.” The blonde’s tone was monotonous and quiet, understandably so.
Bucky shrugged his shoulders, “I was gonna ask-”
Steve cut him off as he reached his front door, hands fumbling in his pocket for the key, “I know what you’re gonna say, Buck, I just-”
“You can put the couch cushions on the floor, like when we were kids. It’ll be fun, all you gotta do is shine my shoes, maybe take out the trash.” Bucky reached down to move a brick, grabbing the key to the door and handing it to Steve, “Come on.”
Steve took the key, finally looking him in the eye, “Thank you, Buck. But I can get by on my own.”
Florence looked to Bucky, silently telling him to comfort their friend. Bucky nodded, speaking again, “The thing is, you don’t have to.” Bucky’s large hand clapped Steve on the shoulder, “Cuz me and Florence? We’re with you till the end of the line, pal.”
The moment was broken up by Sam, approaching the two old friends, “He’s gonna be there you know.”
“We know.” Both Steve and Florence were painfully aware of that fact.
“Look, whoever he used to be and the guy he is now, I don’t think he’s the kind you save. He’s the kind you stop.”
Steve looked to Sam, “I don’t know if I can do that.” Florence knew she couldn’t. Everything she has ever done, Bucky has always crossed her mind- how to help him, save him, protect him; always concerned about his well-being. And now she was forced to go against him.
“Well, he might not give you a choice. He doesn’t know either of you.” Sam twisted the knife with his last sentence, Florence and Steve grimacing at one another.
Steve spoke, looking at Florence for a last time then at Sam, “He will.” The blonde looked over the bridge, “Gear up. It’s time.”
The team changed into their gear and split up to where they were appointed: Natasha infiltrating a meeting with Alexander as a congresswoman with Fury as backup and releasing all HYDRA files, Maria preparing to order the attack to bring down the helicarriers, and Steve, Sam, and Florence to board the helicarrier to replace the targeting blades.
Sam called out to Steve as he walked away, "Wearing that?"
“No. If you’re gonna fight a war, you have to wear a uniform.”
~
Florence ran through the ship deck as fast as she could, doing her best to not get shot. Her earpiece kept her up to date, Natasha had just started releasing all of the files; her and Natasha’s secrets were now public along with the rest of HYDRA’s. Steve had already made it to the helicarrier, the redhead had gotten caught up with a HYDRA agent on the ground.
Florence was late to the party, Steve, and Bucky already furiously exchanging punches. She got to the top of the carrier as fast as she could with the help of Sam, her feet moving without thought. Out of the corner of her eyes, she saw Sam deploy his parachute after being kicked off by Bucky, now he was grounded.
Steve and Florence were on opposite ends of the carrier, Florence quickly making her way toward the two men.
Bucky threw Steve off of the top-level, Steve landing below with a thud, shield long gone in the Potomac beneath them.
Florence stared ahead, Bucky finally noticing her arrival. Both looked at the other in silence, gauging the situation at hand. His eyes were void of all emotion, this was not Bucky. The Soldier had a mission to kill her and Steve. Florence had a mission to keep Bucky alive, no matter the cost. If he was alive that meant there was hope to save him. You can’t save a dead man.
The silence was erupted by Florence, her mouth moving before her brain could stop, "Bucky, don't do this. You don't have to do this."
Tears welled up in her eyes unwillingly, the dam threatening to burst. Even if she knew deep down that he had been alive this entire time, a sliver of her always thought he was dead. Maybe her subconscious came up with that thought to protect herself, to make herself feel better about not being able to get him out. And she did try to get him out; she tried like hell. The first five years of her seventeen-year stint of being on the run was the worst. She was constantly moving locations, barely sleeping. And when she did sleep, she dreamt of Bucky- he was always screaming at her to go, save herself, and leave him behind. That was a detail that she would never tell Steve; if they even made it out alive of this situation. Steve wouldn’t understand, he was too stuck in his ways, he would have tried to get him out anyway. He would disregard any command in order to save Bucky even if the demand came straight from Bucky’s mouth. He would never truly understand why Florence did what she did. Maybe it was better that way.
He furrows his brow, lines etching themselves between his steel-blue eyes, "You're my mission."
A single breath is taken before he swings at her, metal arm glinting in the light as she dodges his punch, sweeping under his outstretched arm. She wasn't going to fight back. She couldn't.
Bucky turns violently, eyes hard, set on her. He lunges again as her weapon clatters to the ground of the helicarrier. Now Florence was defenseless. Although it's not like she was fighting back anyway. She'd let him kill her. If that kept him alive, she'd do it. It's not like he remembers her anyway, you can't mourn a person you don't remember.
She takes three steps back, her back colliding with the wall behind her as Bucky stalks forward. His breath fans across her face as he stands in front of her. She notices a stall in his motions, practically seeing his brain malfunction. His head was fighting with his heart.
A fist flies next to her head, Bucky purposely missing as he punches the wall again. His face twisted in pain, he was fighting himself. He couldn't do this. He knew her. His body knew her, pieces of memories played through his brain as he continued to punch the wall, a ring, her hand in his, dog tags being placed around her neck, all of it hurt. Florence was frozen in place as Bucky's fists continued flying next to her, "Go! You need to go!"
He remembered her.
Just as Steve ordered Maria to fire at the carrier, Bucky shoved Florence, causing her to tumble over the edge, joining Steve at the bottom of the carrier as it went up in flames. The carrier was under fire from all sides, jostling violently, causing Bucky to fall along with her. He landed away from Florence and Steve, being pinned under the debris.
Steve got to his feet, swaying as he stumbled over to Bucky who was struggling under the weight of the metal beam. Steve wedged the beam up, freeing Bucky. The girl remained on the ground, curling into a ball from the pain of the impact of the fall.
Florence rose to her feet as Steve told Bucky that he knew them. Bucky’s metal arm reeled back, punching Steve in the face as he screamed, “No I don’t!”
“Buck, we’ve known you your whole life.” Florence’s voice trembled as he hit Steve again, effectively knocking him to the ground.
Steve stood again, “Your name is James Buchanan Barnes.”
Bucky punched Steve in the face for a final time, the force knocking him off the carrier and into the river below. Florence scrambled to stand in front of Bucky, making him really look at her. To truly see her, to see what he was doing. Her face was bleeding, soot smudged across her forehead, sweat mixing with tears and blood flowing down her face.
“I’m not gonna fight you. I love you.” Florence’s body shook with sobs as Bucky tackled her to the ground.
His frame towered over hers, his body heaving as he spoke, “You’re my mission.” His fist flew next to her head, once, twice; never actually hitting her. Florence could see the struggle in his eyes. He was a broken man without a home.
“You don’t love me. You left me!” Bucky’s fist continued flying next to Florence’s head, the plexiglass cracking. Pierce’s words looped in his mind, she didn’t love him. She left him. She abandoned him. She was his mission.
Florence took a heaving breath in, “Yes I do, I do love you. I tried to get you out, I did, you wouldn’t let me, I tried, I-” Bucky interrupted her by pressing his flesh hand against her throat and applying pressure.
He leaned down, only inches between their faces as he applied more pressure around her throat and choking her. He grit his teeth as he choked her harder, brunette hair dangling in his face. This was it. This was Florence’s last chance, “It’s okay. It’s okay. I love you, it’s okay.” If these were the last words Bucky would ever hear from her, she was okay with that. She needed him to know that it was okay. He was doing what he had been forced to do, it wasn’t him. She needed him to know that she understood.
The hand from her throat disappeared, Bucky leaning back above her, staring at her with glassy eyes. Florence struggled for breath as she watched Bucky process her words. Debris fell around them, Bucky hovering over her to protect her from the falling particles. A large engine fell next to them, shattering the glass and sending Florence falling straight into the Potomac, Bucky hanging onto the carrier from a beam as he watched his lover fall into the water below.
Bucky dragged Steve out of the water with his metal arm while the other balanced Florence against his shoulder, ignoring the burning pain of his flesh arm as her head rested on his neck. He placed the two unconscious Avengers on the riverbank, taking one last look at them before he disappeared, becoming a ghost yet again.
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Yes, Mistress: Natasha Romanoff x F!Reader
A series of related fics following the relationship of the reader and her new Domme, Mistress Natasha, as they explore her sexuality and submissiveness.
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The Meeting -  The reader goes to a quiet café to meet Mistress Natasha in person for the first time and they talk through what she can expect from this new relationship.
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Choices (Wanda Maximoff x Reader)
(A/N: This chapter took so long to write...It is very angsty, and basically endgame with a few twists so sorry for that one folks. As always I apologize for any spelling and grammatical errors in advance.)
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Chapter 4: We Only Go Backwards
Warning: Violence, language, angst
*Five year after the snap*
I dodged his fist, shifting my weight to the left. He retaliated by landing a cross jab, connecting to my jaw. I doubled back a little, I could feel the blood drip a little down my face. He probably broke my nose. 
I brought my guard up and did a low uppercut and cross jab combination. Him swiftly dodging my uppercut only to be met with my cross jab. He smiled as if the punch tickled him. I frowned a little. They weren’t kidding about this guy being indestructible in the ring. 
I shuffled away from him sizing him up. It was round 5 and I wasn’t making a single dent in his morale. While he had landed several punches, and was wearing me out. I wiped my nose a little looking at the blood painted on my hand now.  
He shuffled forward and went to throw a hook followed by a jab, I slipped left and threw a hook, jab, hook combination. He held his face in surprise, revealing a cut on his lip. He went to throw a punch but was stopped by the bell. We went to our respective corners. 
“Doing good y/l/n, you’re in his head now. You gotta keep driving him up the wall.” Danny encouraged. 
I looked over to my opponent Carl Lucus aka the Luke Cage. He looked pissed, but also slightly impressed, the cut on his lip already healed. I looked back at Danny Rand aka Iron Fist, the guy who tricked me into this fight. 
“How the fuck am I going to drive him up a wall?? He’s got me on the ropes. One more body shot and I’m out.” I hissed. 
Danny poured water on my face and shoved my mouth guard into my mouth, and shrugged at me. “Improvise. You’re always good at that. Remember I got money on the line.” 
Before I could say anything he pushed me into the ring and the bell rang, the 6th round starting. I groaned and put my guard up. I had been living between Chicago and Brooklyn off and on for the last 4 years. I was in Brooklyn catching up with my buddy Danny when he wrapped me into this fight. Betting 1k I’d last longer than 10 rounds with Luke fucking Cage. 
You shuffled back every time Luke shuffled forward. Finally He landed a low jab, grabbing your body to his a side hook. You pushed him off and threw an uppercut. Luke grunted at the contact and he rolled his left arm throwing a massive jab, followed by a right uppercut, and left hook. You fell to the ground. The chain on your neck hanging off a little. Wanda’s ring started to swing from the chain. 
You were holding your side, panting for air. The countdown starting. I slowly got up, and resumed fighting. You shuffled forward again, throwing a quick combination. Luke dodged the combo and threw another cross jab followed by a hook. Connecting with my jaw. I fell down and passed out. 
Luke helped me up, slapping my back. “You did good kid. Lasted longer than this fool. And his hands glow.” He said trying to make me feel better. 
I groaned a little and chuckled. “Thanks, they weren’t kidding about you being the power man. Those punches were next level.” You hyped up. 
Luke grinned in response. “Hey, Danny is paying for drink? You comming” 
I shook my head “I’m gonna finish up here, you guys go ahead.” I told them. 
Danny and Luke headed out for drinks. I stayed behind to catch my breath. You started to unwrap your hand wrap, when you sensed a presence behind you. 
“You got your ass handed to you.” A familiar voice teased. 
I sighed knowing that voice anywhere. When Pepper called about Nat, Steve, and Scott, trying to convince Tony to save the universe. She warned they’d try me next. I was mentally preparing for this. I wasn’t expecting so soon. 
“Do you know who that was?” I asked turning to Nat. 
Natasha grinned, her hair in a long braid her red roots overpowering the blonde. 
“Should I?” She asked. 
“That is Luke Cage, he has superhuman strength and stamina,  extremely dense skin and muscle tissue, which means every punch I throw is like a tickle. I lasted longer than anyone in the ring with him, considering you know he doesn’t fucking get hurt.” You explained slightly annoyed. 
She smirked her lips forming an O, she crossed her arms. 
“What are you doing in Brooklyn?” I asked wiping my neck with a towel. 
“You still have the ring?” She motioned to the ring around my neck.
I frowned and tucked the ring inside my tank top, and threw the towel down.
“I see you still avoid my questions.” I scoffed. 
“Force of habit, you started rubbing off on me.” She retorted. 
I shook my head and grinned. I could always count on Nat to trigger bickering.
“Why are you here?” I asked again my tone low. 
Nat paused and gave me a look, before taking a deep breath. “We can bring her back. All of them.” She started. 
I laughed a humorless laugh. “What? The time heist? When Pepper called, about that I was hoping it was a joke. Tony said it was impossible.” 
She gave me a hurt look. “You are still in contact with them?” 
I avoided her eyes, ever since France I left the team and completely went off grid. The only person I confided to was Carol and after dating off and on for a couple months, we finally broke up last year. Me not being able to handle her long ass trips to space. The person I avoided the most though was Nat, she was the only person who could read me better than anyone. 
But that didn’t mean I was completely isolated. When I heard about Tony and Pepper getting married it was months after they’d tied the knot, I spent the week with them. We reconciled and ever since they adopted me as their own. I was Auntie y/n when Morgan was born. I bought a dog, who I hadn’t named, simply because I had no idea what to name him.
 I visited Thor every once and awhile, always bringing him a new thing to play with. Last time I brought him guitar hero. Of course there was also Clint...I hadn’t seen him in months. When we last chatted he bought me drinks, asking me for intel on the drug cartel I was affiliated with back before I was with shield. Every once and awhile he’ll swing by for a drink and more intel. 
I looked back at her and sighed. “Yeah, spend the weekend at their farmhouse every other month.”
“Oh.” 
An awkward silence hung in the air. 
“That doesn’t change the fact, we can do it.” She insisted.
“Nat stop-” I pleaded. 
“You have to try-”
“Nat-” I warned.
“How can you stop trying? You know she’d try anything if it was reversed. How can you say you love her-”
“NATALIA” I yelled tears threatening to fall down my face. 
Nat’s eyes widened, and she stopped dead in her tracks. 
“Don’t.” I croaked. “Don’t make empty promises.” 
She walked over to me and wiped my the tears falling down my face. And gently cupped my face to look at her
“This isn’t an empty promise. This is going to work. Please...trust me.” She pleaded in a soft voice. “семья доверяет друг другу“ She added in a low voice.  
Family always trusts each other.
I looked away from her, we felt anything but a family. We were so broken and detached from the unit we once were. Yet...family is still family even if it was dysfunctional. I looked at her, and sighed...If there was even a chance, a small percentage to see Wanda again, I had to take it. I nodded and held her hands. 
“Okay.”
That’s how i found myself back in the avengers compound hangar, watching Scott Lang standing in front of a van quantum machine portal waiting to be pushed through time. 
“You’re sure these modifications are safe?” He looks over to...Banner who is now...smart hulk. 
I tried really hard not to let it freak me out, Smart hulk wearing reading glasses, making adjustments to a new control panel.
“I reran my calculations three times- “
“Because the guy who invented this thing is pretty much a genius-” Scott casually dropped.
“I have seven PhD’s, an MD, the Hans Bethe Award for Physics, and I’m personal friends with Bill Nye the Science Guy. We’re good.” Smart hulk assures. 
“Yeah. And you look like that on purpose.” Scott says nonchalantly, looking at me slightly. 
Steve and Nat walk up from behind me. 
“Breakers are set, emergency generator’s on stand-by.” Steve announces.
“Good. If we blow the grid, I don’t want to lose Tiny back in the ‘50’s.” Smart Hulks sighed in relief. 
I widen my eyes and look at Nat giving her a What the fuck did this man just say? look. 
“Excuse me?” Scott croaked.
“He was kidding.” Nat chuckled out unconvincingly.
 “I was kidding.” Smart hulk assured loudly with a big smile. 
“You were kidding, right?” Nat whispered to smart Hulk
“Honestly, I have no idea. We’re attempting time travel. Either it’s all a joke, or none of it is.” He mumbled to us. 
“I’m sorry what?” I say my eyes filled with concern looking between Hulk and Nat.
“We’re good! Helmet on.” Smart Hulk yelled out to Scott. 
Scott puts on his helmet, slightly dubious. 
“Okay. I’m going to send you back one week, give you an hour to look around, then bring you back in ten seconds. Make sense?” Hulk continued. 
“Perfectly not confusing.” Scott murmured. 
“Good luck, Scott. You’ve got this.” Steve affirmed with a head nod. 
“Yes, I do, Captain America. Yes, I-” Scott started with more confidence. Smart Hulk pulls the lever before Scott could finish his sentence. Scott shrinks to nothing. Causing me to jump a little. 
“Counting down from three, two, one...” Right on cue Scott reappears but he was 12-FUCKING YEARS OLD. 
“What the fuck...” I whispered pointing to Scott.  
“Uh, guys? This doesn’t feel right.” Scott groaned. 
“Is that Scott?” Nat asked looking at Hulk. 
“Probably...? “ He said scrambling, hitting buttons. 
Scott shrinks back into nothing. 
“Get him back!” Steve urged slightly panicking.
Smart Hulk flips a switch. Scott reappears again...BUT now he was 93. 
“Oh, my back!” Scott whimpered holding his back hunching over slightly.
No words could describe the levels of fear I was feeling. My mouth agape, arms crossed.
“Bruce! Get it under control. What the hell is going on?” Nat said clearly panicked. 
“I got it, I know exactly what’s going on. Pretty much.” Hulk insisted.
Scott shrinks to nothing once again. Hulk types frantically with a pencil, fingers too big for the keys. 2-year old Scott popped out. 
“Oh, my God.” Nat let out in shock. 
“It’s a baby.” Steve mumbled out.
“It’s Scott.” Hulk said with a shrug. 
“As a baby!” I retaliated pointing at the baby in the oversized suit. 
“He’ll grow.” He offered. 
“Banner!” Steve firmly stopped.
Smart Hulk hits a button. Baby Scott disappears. “When I tell you, kill the power!” He throws a switch. “Now!” 
Nat killed the power. Normal Scott stumbles off the pad. 
“Somebody peed my pants. I don’t know if it was baby-me or old-me. Or just me-me.” Scott whimpered hands out in fear. 
You decided two things in that moment. 1.You weren’t going into that machine. 2. You needed an excuse to leave the Hangar. You mumbled an excuse of having to walk your dog. You grabbed him from your room and jogged around the compound. Trying to clear the image of Scott turning into a baby from your brain. You made it back to the front of the compound seeing Steve talking to Tony in his Audi. 
Your dog wagged his tail in excitement of new humans. I walked up smiling and thanking God for the gift of Tony. You were close to asking for a ride home. 
“It’s called the EPR Paradox. Instead of pushing Lang through time, you were pushing time through Lang. It’s dangerous. I probably should’ve cautioned you against it.” Tony elaborated with a pointed look.
“You did.” Steve admitted.
“Thank god, I’m here. Regardless, I fixed it.” Tony said with a smug grin. He holds up...a watch. “That is a fully-functioning, time- space GPS. I just want peace. Resentment is corrosive. I hate it.” Tony says throwing up a peace sign.  
“Me, too.” Steve agreed with a nod. 
I could see something ease between them, for the first time in years. Tony looked over to you in surprise. 
“Oh so how did they wrap you into this train wreck?” Tony asked. Before I could answer, he continued on “Well regardless I’m here now.”
“Which I’m thankful for. I was about to call you to pick me up.” I said truthfully.
“Oh, also on behalf of both me and Pepper, please stop teaching our daughter boxing combinations. All she wants to is beat up the furniture.” Tony begged.
I laughed “No chance, she’s the one who begged me to show her. I can’t say no to her- besides every young girl should learn to throw a good punch.” I defended. 
Tony smiled and then turned to Steve. “Now that I got a witness. We’ve got a shot at the Stones. I just need you to know my priorities. Bring back everyone we lost, hopefully. Keep what I found, definitely. And, let’s not die trying.”
Steve looks at Tony. He offers his hand. 
“Sounds like a deal.” They shake. This is a long time coming. 
“You heard that kid? You as my witness.” Tony says hand still in Steve’s.
“Yeah-” 
“-But wait, there’s more. Act now, and it comes with a bonus offer.” Tony pops the trunk. Steve stares, moved, at...his shield. 
“Tony, I don’t know-” 
“What’s to know? He made it for you. Plus, I gotta get it out of the garage before Morgan takes it sledding.” He said casually. “Which is another thing stop giving her obscure knives.” Tony says sternly pointing at me.
I chuckle a little knowing that I wasn’t going to stop giving his daughter pink knives. Steve finally picks up the shield, sliding it onto his arm. “Thank you, Tony.” Steve thanks earnestly. 
I see Tony chokes up, trying to cover it up by slamming the trunk. I smile at the sight. “Just don’t flaunt it. I didn’t bring enough for the whole team. We are getting the whole team, right?” Tony asks looking at the both of us.
Steve looks at me and I offer an uncertain smile.
“We’re trying.” I say. 
I waited outside with Scott, watching the Bentar land down. I waited in nervous anticipation waiting to see if Carol would come out. I bit back my slight disappointment but also my relief when it was Nebula and Rocket.   
“Hey Y/l/n where’s Big green?” Rocket asked. 
I motioned behind to the building. “He’s inside.” 
“Um, kitchen, I think.” Scott said more specifically.
I nod at Nebula, who give me a nod in greeting. Scott tries a smile at Nebula. She just hits her com “Rhodey, careful on re-entry. There’s an idiot in the landing zone.”
She goes inside and Rhodey lands in dramatic fully giving Scott an heart attack. 
“Oh, my God!” Scott gasped out. 
“What’s up, Regular-Sized Man?” Rhodey snickered.
“Drama queen.” I greeted teasingly.
“Philly cheese steak.” He greeted back with an eye roll.
Which was referencing when I dropped my philly cheese steak sandwich on the ground, a year ago at this point. I knew I was never living that one down.
Rhodey goes inside as smart Hulk walks out, carrying an overnight bag. He hands Scott some tacos with a smile. 
“Finally. I ain’t got all day.” Rocket exclaimed dramatically. 
“I call shotgun!” smart Hulk called walking up to the Benatar’s gangway, 
After a day I watched Thor stand with a beer in a cozy, staring at a new quantum tunnel affixed with Tony’s capacitor. 
Clint offered himself to test the machine out first. After our first attempt with Scott, I told the team I was skipping out. Agreeing to be the one to watch the machine if anything were to go wary. 
Clint waits alone on the platform wearing the time suit. Smart Hulk readies the quantum console as we all watch. 
“Okay, Clint. Starting in three, two, one...” Hulk trails off
Clint nods over at them, determined. Suddenly he stretches, shrinks and vanishes. 
After a few minutes Clint appears on the pad, shaken. Tony and Nat approach him. 
“Are you all right? Hey, look at me. You okay?” Nat gently asks.
“Tell me something good...” Tony watched him carefully
Clint looks up, tearful. He holds out a baseball mitt. 
“It worked. It worked.” Clint mumbled in awe.
I could feel myself allow hope to sink into my soul. Holding onto Wanda’s ring hanging on a chain around my neck. 
“Holy crap. We’re freaking time travelers.” Rocket said astonished. 
So thats when we worked into the next phase of the plan trying to find out where all the stones were in the past. 
Tony, Natasha, Smart Hulk, and I hash it out.
“So this ‘Time Stone’ guy...what kind of doctor was he?” Nat asked
“Strange?” Hulk looked at Nat.
“Like he was a strange one?” I questioned.
“His name is Strange.” Hulk corrected. 
I gave him a side look nodding “Oh.” 
“He’s a cross between ear-nose-and-throat and rabbit-from-hat.” Tony started.
“Had a nice place in the Village.” Hulk offered
“Yeah. Sullivan Street.” Tony agreed.
“Wait, he lived in New York?” I questioned. I was starting to wonder why all these weirdos live in New York. 
“Guys, pick the right year and there were three stones in New York.” Nat exclaimed in revelation. 
“Shut the front door...” Hulk said sitting up to look back at us.
After three days of us planning and strategizing it was finally time for us to make the mission. I stood with my wearing a hoodie, jeans, and black converse high tops. My dog on his leash chewing on a bone. Everyone was in their suits. I had some lab googles on. The agreement being I stay to make sure everyone would get back safely. Steve stood near the control panel. 
“Okay, we have a plan. Six stones, three teams, one shot.” Steve begin his talk.
He steps away, revealing the board...
Everyone eyes the tangle of lines connecting six stones to four locations to 2 years to 10 heroes. It was insane. It was early dawn
“Five years ago, we lost. All of us.” I bit my lip my hand instinctively holding onto Wanda’s ring. 
“We lost friends. We lost family. We lost a part of ourselves. But today we have a chance to take it all back. “ Steve pauses to look at us all.
“You have your teams and you have assignments. Get your stone, and get back here. One round trip each. No mistakes. No do-overs.” He grips his shield. “Most of us are going back to places we know. That doesn’t mean we know what to expect. Be careful. Look out for each other. Improvise, if you have to.” Steve looks at us his gaze landing to Tony. “This is the fight of our lives. And we’re going to win. Whatever it takes.” Steve finished
The platform stays quiet. 
Rocket whispers to Scott “He’s pretty good at that...” Scott nods enthusiastically.
“All right, you heard the man. Stroke those keys, kid.” Tony said to me.
Smart Hulk smiles at me and helps me tap in the commands with his pencil. Lights illuminate each pad.
“Tracking beacons engaged.” I informed everyone.
Natasha looks at me a playful smile on her face. I give her a nervous look. Natasha was all I had left as true family went. I don’t know what I would do if I lost her. I can tell she knew what I was thinking. She pulled me into a hug. 
“I’m going to bring her back.” She promised in my ear quietly. “Build that dream house, and live in it with her.” She said pulling back. 
I bit my lip, I confessed the week after the snap to Natasha I had bought land in a small town in new jersey. I always knew I wanted settle down in a quiet small town. It wasn’t until London I knew I wanted that with Wanda. I wrote a will in the unfortunate event I die in field. I put Nat down as my sole inheritor of all my belongings. She handed me, my revised will with Wanda as my new sole inheritor. I could feel tears pool in my eyes. 
I cleared my throat. “Make sure to bring yourself back to me.” I sternly told her. 
She smiled and patted my shoulder. “I would be more worried for mohawk over there, than me.” she said motioning to Clint.
Clint flicked her off, I let go of Nat and she gave me a thumbs up as she stood in the line up. The last being Smart Hulk stepping onto the platform.
Natasha looks around a smile on her face. 
“See you in a minute.” She told everyone excitedly, giving me a wink.
I gave her a smile back.
“Actually, it’ll be closer to seven or eight microseconds, give or-” Hulk explanation was cut off. As they suddenly, stretched and vanished, shrinking away. 
The Quantum console stops vibrating. Hulk’s pencil slowly rolls toward the edge and drops. My dog stops to look at where once were people, suspiciously, then goes back to his bone. I smiled and petted him a little. 
It’s all up to them now. 
After 4 minutes, the machine starts beeping. I look to see Nebula missed her signal to leave. I furrow my eyebrow and start checking the stats. Suddenly after a seconds the machine starts to whirr, my dog shoots up and starts barking. I look expectantly at the group as they all pop back into this reality. 
Hulk holds the eye of agamotto, scott has the scepter. rhodey the orb, Rocket and Thor the extraction device, and Tony and Steve the tesseract. Nebual retracts her time suit. Everyone looks around, exhausted. Amazed.
“Are you telling me that actually worked?” Rhodey chuckled in disbelief.
“Did we get them all?” Hulk asked. 
I look at Clint, realizing the missing face. We lock eyes and in an instant I knew. Tears started to well up in my eyes, Clint drops to his knees. Steve turns, concerned.
“Clint? Are you okay?” Steve asked, eyebrows raised in concern.
Clint stares, haunted. 
“Where’s Nat?” Hulk asked. 
“WHERE’S NAT?!” Clint looks up at them, and then at me. 
Natasha didn’t make it.
“No.” I choke out, and cover my mouth and run out the room, not being able to face anyone.
My best friend, the person that I considered my family, my sister, she was gone. I grabbed Wanda’s ring, I looked at it, as if it was going to bring me comfort. God I’ve lost so many people. She knew that. They knew that. I felt more alone than ever. I sat staring at the lake. Tears freely falling down my face. 
I considered slipping the ring on my finger. There wasn’t much scarlet energy left. Yet today I wanted to feel the ghost of Wanda. Even if it was only a shadow. I could feel a hand on my shoulder, stopping me. I heard tiny treading behind me. I looked behind to see Steve hand on my shoulder with my dog by his side.
I gave a weak smile as my dog began licking my face. 
“Hey.” Steve greeted softly his own eyes glassy.
I looked into his eyes filled with grief, and completely broke down. He sat down beside me and held onto me quietly, letting me cry. 
After awhile what was left of the team all found themselves here, overlooking the lake.
“Do we know if she had family?” Tony asks.
“Yeah. Us.” Steve mumbles.
Clint wouldn’t look at me. I sat watching holding onto my dog. Thor turns, thrown by this conversation.
“Why are you doing that?” Thor demands. 
“I’m just asking a question-” Tony defends throwing his hands up in surrender. 
Thor shook his head annoyed. “Why are we talking as if she’s dead? We have the stones. Bring her back. C’mon, stop this shit.” He yelled at us, in complete denial.
Clint squeezes away tears.
“We can’t get her back.” Clint croaked. 
Thor looks around us confused. “What’s he talking about? Of course, we can.” Thor waved off Barton with a smile.
“It can’t be undone. That’s why.” Clint says more confidently. Looking Thor in his eyes. 
“No offense, but you’re...a very earthly being. We’re talking about space magic, here. “Can’t” seems a little definitive, don’t you think?” Thor retorts.
“Well, I know I’m a little outside my pay grade here, but, she still isn’t here, is she?” 
“That’s my point-”
“It can’t be undone. At least that’s what the red, floating guy said. But why don’t you go talk to him, okay? Why don’t you grab your hammer and fly to that place and talk to him. IT CAN’T BE UNDONE.” Clint cuts Thor off lashing out. He pauses looking at me teary eyed. 
“It was supposed to be me. She sacrificed her life for that goddamn stone. She bet her life on it.” He finishes. 
That lands heavily on us. I turn not being able to hold Clint’s gaze. She believed in this. A moment passes.
Then hulk hurls the bench into the water. It skips across the surface like a stone. 
“She’s not coming back.” Hulk says turning to look at us. 
“We have to make it worth it. We have to.” I finally say. Everyone looks at me for the first time. 
“We will.” Steve assures.
Hulk, Tony, and Rocket create a new gauntlet with the infinity stones embedded in the back. We all watch Tony and Rocket fine tune the glove. 
“All right. The glove’s ready.” Rocket announced.
“Who’s gonna snap their fucking fingers?” I asked looking around. 
Everyone stares at the gauntlet. Then, Thor reaches for the gauntlet.
“I’ll do it.” He says on cue.
“Whoa, whoa, what are you doing-” Tony stops
“Thor, we haven’t decided who’s putting that on.” Steve argues.
“Oh. Were all of you just waiting for the right opportunity?” Thor asks annoyed.
“We should at least discuss it-” Scott offers with a shrug.
“Staring at the thing isn’t going to bring everybody back, is it? Look, I’m the strongest Avenger. It’s my responsibility. Fate wills it so.” Thor shouts irritated. 
“Hold on, hold on-” I urge Thor stepping to help Tony.
“Stop it! Let me do this. Let me do something good. Something right-” Thor begs me tears in his eyes.
My heart breaks a little, I take a deep breathe.
“That thing is channeling enough energy to light up a continent. You’re in no condition-” Tony speaks before I could. 
“-What do you think is coursing through my veins right now?” Thor pushes me away facing Tony. 
“Cheez Whiz?” Rhodey guessed arms crossed. 
Hulk steps toward the Gauntlet.
“Lightning won’t help you, pal. It’s gotta be me.” He said approaching the gauntlet. “You saw what those stones did to Thanos. They almost killed him. None of you could survive.” Hulk reasoned. 
“And how do we know you can?” I asked tired of losing people. 
“We don’t. But the radiation’s mostly gamma. It’s like I was made for this...” Hulk offered with a shrug and smile. 
We watched Hulk approach the gauntlet. Hulk studies for a moment. I take a deep breathe. I took off Wanda’s ring, looking down at it. My heart racing in anticipation. I slip it on my finger. The faint scarlet energy bouncing within. I wore my old combat suit, Tony modified of course. 
“The moment of truth.” Hulk says looking at Tony. 
“Good to go?” Tony asks. 
“Let’s do it.” Hulk confirms with a nod. 
“Okay, remember, everyone Thanos snapped away five years ago, you’re just bringing them back...to today. Don’t change anything from the last five years. Got it?” Tony instructs.  
“Got it.” Hulk says. 
We all prepare ourselves. Steve steps forward, shield on his arm. Scott deploys his helmet. Rhodey readies his repulsors.
Rocket covers his raccoon junk and hides behind Thor. Tony armors up, then nanos a shield to protect me and Clint beside him. I hold Clint’s hand. My first time acknowledging him since Nat being gone. He looks at our hands and gives a nod. 
“Friday, why don’t you go ahead and activate Barn Door Protocol?”
Steel doors slide shut all around the workshop. Finally, Hulk holds up the gauntlet.
“Everybody’s coming home...” He says under his breath
He slowly slips his hand in the glove. Suddenly he spasms, taking in the power. 
“What’s happening? Take it off, take if off!” Thor yells in concern.
“Bruce, you okay?” Steve asks in a shout.
“Talk to me, Banner.” Tony aks.
“I’m...okay...” Hulk groans.
Hulk reaches out his hand and snaps his fingers. 
CRAAAACK! The stones flare. A bright surge of energy races up Hulk’s arm. He roars as his eyes blaze green. The ring started to burn on my finger. My eyes widened as i watched it start glowing scarlet. The energy racing around me slowly turning orange, then to yellow. Clint looked at me in confusion. 
The gauntlet falls off, rolling across the floor. We both whip our heads around. Hulk collapses, arm withered, side burnt black. We all rush to him. Steve checking his pulse. 
“Don’t move him!” Tony warned. 
Then the blast doors open, revealing the sound of...chirping. I walk outside toward the courtyard, Scott following. Smart Hulk’s eyes clear. He grasps Steve’s arm. 
“Did it work?” Hulk asked.
We pause, as if it only just now occurred to them. Just then a cell phone starts to ring. A stunned Clint turns and approaches his phone. On the home screen, we see a photo of his wife; “Laura Calling”. Eyes wide he answers the phone hesitantly. 
“Honey?” 
“Guys, I think it-” Scott never finished as the building around us explodes. Debris flying everywhere. I blacked out, on impact. 
I opened my eyes, to the faint ringing in my ears and yelling. 
“Mayday! Mayday! We are taking on water!” a static laced voice yelled in my ear. 
I groaned sitting up, my head was spinning. Once my line of vision began to clear I looked around and my heart dropped at the sight of destruction. I gasped my dog. I started to whistle calling him out. That little guy was everything to me when I lost Wanda. I started to look through the rubble panicking. 
“...anyone...Mayday...Mayday-” 
I stopped and struggled to catch my breathe, I slowly pulled myself together. 
“Tell ‘em to...hurry...asses up-” Rocket panted into the coms.
“..trapped...drowning...no time...” Rhodey gasped.
I rubbed my face, my friends are dying, I had to get my shit together “Shit...I’m on my way-”
“No! Wait, I’m here!” Scott yelled in the comms.
I shift my gaze to the edge of the crater, I looked down to see Thanos. Sitting on a rock. Waiting. Thor stumbles next to me we both say nothing, watching.
“What’s he been doing?” Tony asks, Steve at his side. 
“Absolutely nothing.” Thor tells them.
All four of us stare a long moment. Then, as if sensing us, Thanos turns his head...and looks our way.
“Son of a bitch.” I muttered.
“Yeah.” Tony agreed.
Steve turns to look at me and Tony “Where are the stones?”
Tony shrugged “Somewhere under all of this. All I know is...he doesn’t have ‘em.”
“So we keep it that way.” Steve says tightening his grip on the shield. 
That lands. This is our chance.
“You know it’s a trap.” I say my eyes never leaving Thanos. Tony deploys his armor. “ Don’t think I care.” Tony hissed. Tony looks at me and hands me a baton. It’s Nat’s dual batons. I frowned, and gave him a nod.
“Just so we’re all in agreement.” Thor says with a shrug and holds out his hand. Mjonlir flies into it, and he holds out his other, Stormbreaker slaps into his palm. Lightning strikes and he’s covered in cape and armor, his beard braided, and hair pulled back. “Let’s kill him properly this time.” He finishes. 
I sigh and shake my head. I expanded the Batons and tightened my grip. I look at Steve and he starts leading us into the crater. Thanos sits on his rock, contemplative.
“You could not live with your own failure. And where did that bring you? Right back to me.” Thanos Narrates. 
Tony approaches, stealthily. Me, Steve, and Thor fan out on either side. 
“I thought by eliminating half of life, the other half would thrive. But you’ve shown me that’s impossible.” He pauses, looking up at the sky. “Life clings to the past with bloody fingernails. As long as there are those who remember what was, there will be those unable to accept what can be. They will resist.” 
Tony steps out, “Yep. We’re all kinds of stubborn.”
Thanos turns to him with a grim nod “I’m thankful. Because now I know what I must do.” Thanos reaches for his helmet. “I will shred this universe down to ts last atom. And then, with the stones you’ve collected for me, create a new one, teeming with life that knows not what it has lost, but only what it has been given. A grateful universe.” 
“Born out of blood.” I spit out, feeling anger surge in me
Thanos studies me as if seeing me for the first time.
“They’ll never know it.” He retorts with a shrug.
Thanos draw a blade off his back, towering over us. “Because you won’t be alive to tell them.”
Tony glances over at Steve. “Ready?” Steve nods.
Just as Thor charges Thanos we all attack, using our skills in harmony. Thanos stumbles, on his heels. We attack him relentless, exerting every last ounce of fury. A last stand. 
Thor smashes his hammers together, hurling lightning into the back of the iron man suit. Tony sends the resulting overload at Thanos, but thanos propellers his blades holding back the blast.
“How the hell are we not making a dent.” I mumble. 
Thor uses Stormbreaker to bat Mjolnir at Thanos. Thanos snatches Tony by the Ankle and uses him as a shield against the hammer. Batting it at me instead. I brace the incoming hammer, with the Batons. Instead a scarlet energy surrounded me, I smile. The ring. Suddenly the scarlet turns into golden energy and creates a force around me, the ring explodes on my finger. I widen my eyes in shock, Thor gives me a look of confusion. The yellow energy still is surrounding me. I gasp and drop my hands, Mjolnir breaks through hitting me in my chest and I tumble and black out.
When I slowly regain consciousness I see portals people pouring out of them. My heart fluttered...oh my god...it worked. I saw T’challa, Okoye, Shuri, Bucky, Groot, the entirety of the Wakandan army, and Wanda. Tears threatened to break out at the sight of her.
Steve takes us all in, helping me up. He turns his gaze to thanos, and calls Mjolnir to his hand. I gasp and watch him catch the hammer in awe. 
“Avengers...assemble.” He called out
Thor lets out a battle roar as he charges and we all follow everyone pouring out onto the battle field. Across the way, Thanos smiles and points his blade at us, His own army racing towards us. Ant man slugs a levianthan in the jaw. I launch myself onto an alien currently choking the life of Korg, stabbing my batons onto him and clicking the button electricity pulsing through and frying the alien. 
Tony blasts overhead. Pepper joins him, in her rescue suit. Together, they strafe the field. Suddenly an alien caught me off guard grabbing me from behind, I throw it over my shoulder and slam it down. We wrestle, kicking my batons from my reach, it suddenly is choking me. My eyes widened, as scarlet energy lifts the alien out of my reach, tossing it across the field. 
I choked out, gasping for air. I looked up to see Wanda who is at my side, my eyes tear up at the sight of her.  Her hair was messily over her face as she reached out to grab me. She had my face cupped in her hands scanning to see if I was okay. I didn’t even say anything I just pulled her into a hug, squeezing her as if she was going to slip away. She hugged me back, noticing my distress. 
She sighed into my neck. “Y/n? Are you okay?” 
I let the tears fall from my eyes and looked up to the sky silently thanking Natalia for her sacrifice. “I am now.” I said pulling away to meet her eyes. 
She looked so confused and worried. She was holding my Maccuahitl in her left hand. “You left this in the ground where I was. Back in Wakanda. Where you weren’t...” She said studying my face.
“Oh..I-uh... I left that there, in memory...” I trailed off. Her eyebrows furrowed and she frowned a little. It was as if she was beginning to realize time has passed. 
You’re different...you look different. She echoed in my head.
I feel different. I answered back. 
She gave me a sad smiled as her eyes no longer scarlet and gave me a kiss. “Different is good.” 
I smiled and we parted, an alien came to rush at us. Wanda flicked her wrist and it was smacked away like a bug. I smiled and shook my head. “God I missed that.” 
I gave her one last kiss before she flew off with a smug smirk, and I ran the opposite direction starting to attack. Across the field- Clint runs with the gauntlet, being chased by an ape looking alien. Just before the ape tramples Clint...Sam swoops in cutting the creature down. Clint runs on. Sparking the conversation of what to do over coms.
“What do you want to do with this thing?” Clint pants.
“Get those stones as far away as possible!” Steve answers.
“No! We need to send them back where they came from.” Hulk interjects.
“There’s no way to send them back. Thanos destroyed our time machine.” Tony shut down. 
“Hold on!” Scott said “That wasn’t our only time machine.”
From a distance, we hear, “LA CUCARACHA.” I smile immediately get it.
“Does anyone see an ugly, brown van out there?” I ask in the coms.
“Yeah. But you’re not going to like where it’s parked.” Valkyrie answered above head on her pegasus. 
I looked up to where she was pointing and the van sat surrounded by thousands of alien, deep behind enemy lines. I laughed a deep laugh, this would happen. 
“Scott, how long do you need to get that thing working?” Tony asked into the coms.
“Uh, maybe ten minutes.” Scott guessed.
“Get it started. We’ll get the stones to you.” Steve assured. 
I scan to find Clint handing the gauntlet to T’challa. I saw Thanos make his way towards him. I rushed and blocked Thanos’s blades from digging into T’challa with my Maccuahitl. His strength causing beginning to push me down. I started to shout, as a wave of strength deep within me allowed me to over power him. Golden energy shooting around me. I was starting to realize something was different about me.
T’challa was able to slip passed him. Thanos eyes furrowed, pulling a blade back to stab my stomach. I grabbed my it with my left hand, the blade cutting the skin on my hand. The golden energy slowing his movement down. He used this distraction to use the other blade in his hand to knock me down. I felt the blade stab the familiar spot on my abdomen. A rush of yellow energy expanded from out of me, throwing Thanos and the surrounding enemies back. 
I realized I was bleeding out. I gasped for air. This felt familiar. I fell to my knees and tried to apply pressure to my wound. I was losing blood quick and I collapsed on my back. 
I felt someone lift my head up. It was Clint, his eyes teary, and he was mumbling something. I couldn’t make out his words. The world seemed to drown out, only a faint ringing. I saw Wanda’s face come into view. 
“Y/n! No no no no! Not you, please.” She begged her tears falling down my cheek. 
I gave her a weak smile. “W-wanda...” I started finding it hard to string words together.
“Save your energy. You are not dying here. You WILL NOT die here. Do you hear me! You aren’t allowed to die-” She started rambling her accent getting stronger.
“heh...noted..I was...just...gonna say...love you.” I said slowly the words taking every last bit of my energy. I couldn’t keep my eyes open any longer. Tiredness getting the better of me. I could feel myself slip out of consciousness. I felt Wanda’s lips on my forehead begging me to keep my eyes open. I tried to keep my eyes open. I took a deep breath, the world going black as I exhaled. 
Few Days Later
We won. But at what cost. Vision, Tony, Natasha...Y/n...gone. Wanda watched silently at Tony’s funeral. She felt numb. So many people were here, at her side yet their comfort could never be the same as hers. The image of her lifeless body flashed in Wanda’s brain and she frowned. Clint pulled Wanda aside and handed her an envelope. 
“It’s her will. She left everything to you. She also added a note.” He said softly. 
She ripped the envelope open, there was a ring, and a letter. Wanda froze...y/n was going to propose. She looked at the ring and opened the folded paper. She didn’t even read the first sentence before folding back up again. Wanda told herself she wouldn’t cry. But she couldn’t help it. Tears were already rebelling as they raced down her cheek. 
Wanda couldn’t do this. Bear the burden of this loss. It was like her heart was being shattered and burned. It felt worse than the loss of her parents, her best friend, even her brother. 
“She deserves closure.” Wanda said quietly. “I deserve to see her body. Give her a burial.”
“She isn’t dead.” T’challa said. 
“But she also isn’t alive.” Shuri interjected.
Wanda and Clint spun around to see T’challa, Okoye, and Shuri. All wearing black in honor of the funeral. His eyes were on Wanda.
“They said she was dead. We watched her die.” Clint said in disbelief.
Wanda eyes narrowed, her lip quivering. “Where is she?” 
“In Wakanda, under cryosleep, when we found her body...well her body was dead but her mind was wide awake, as if it was mimicking death as a survival tactic. We put her in cryosleep so we can fully understand how she is in this state and how to reverse it.” Shuri elaborated. 
“Y/n is a friend, she deserved as much. With all she has done for Wakanda...the world.” Okoye added solemnly. 
“I want to see her.” Wanda heart began to race, there was hope. “I want to see her now.”
(A/N: Literally this took so long to write omg... ngl i hurt my own feelings writing this chapter RIP anyways part 5 coming soon)
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I feel perfect in your eyes v
pairing: wanda maximoff x reader; natasha romanoff x reader; wanda maximoff x reader x natasha romanoff
summary: your hopes of ever being with natasha are crushed when the black widow starts dating bruce. Around this time, you start developing a bond with wanda maximoff, something that doesn’t please natasha.
Natasha is true to her word and doesn't show up to movie night after the talk you have earlier that day.
But Wanda does, and she comes alone because, for some reason that she doesn't bother telling you, Pietro just couldn't join you tonight.
And it's all great, or at least it would be if only you didn't have Natasha's teasing voice on your head at every single moment you even glanced at the beauty laying by your side in your bed, reminding you that she knows about the apparently obvious crush you have on "your" Maximoff, reminding you that she still knows you better than anyone else.
And if Natasha knows, without any powers other than her intuition, what could Wanda also know with her ability to look into your mind whenever she wanted to?
You sat down on your bed, turning your head to find Wanda picking the sweets you had separated for movie night to choose which one she wanted, you had all of the best sour gummies you could find online there just because you knew she enjoyed them so much, and you could see how Wanda would always grin when she saw the candy she liked there.
And she knew you hated those too, so you guess she also knew you kept them there only for her, right beside the gummy bears Natasha liked to chew on when she was stressed.
You sat down on your bed with the tv controller in hand, noticeably farther away from her than you usually would, and tried not to react in any way when Wanda glanced at you with furrowed eyebrows, confusion written all over her face as she observed the unusual space you left between you.
"What do you wanna watch?" You ask, after a moment too long of awkward silence that just makes you too uncomfortable as she only continues to stare at you without uttering a word in answer.
Could she be reading your mind right now? Should you do something about it? Is it true that if you scream in your head she will wince?
You stop yourself from thinking further about it, it's a dumb idea to scream in your head. If you wanted to scare the witch away maybe you should imagine Clint naked, that would do the trick, but is it worth doing so if it would traumatize you as well?
"You're acting weird today, is everything ok?" Wanda's thick accent reaches you before you can even notice she's moved closer, and you almost fall off the bed as you turn around to find the witch leaning closer to look at you with a worried expression on her pretty face.
Damned be the Maximoffs and their disregard for personal space, she's way too close right now, and you feel like you can't breathe because every time you do the only thing you smell is the scent of the strawberry lotion that Natasha gave her as a gift now that they're the best of friends these days, the same lotion the Black Widow loves and has been using for the last decade, it surprises you that Natasha would share something she kept only for herself for so long, especially with Wanda.
"I'm fine, my shoulder is just hurting a little bit." You force yourself to smile, pointing to where you were shot. It's not a lie anyway, it still hurts a bit just like any bullet wound would, and it's the best excuse you can give.
Wanda's face softens in understanding, and the witch light touches your arm while staring at the spot you were hurt with a hint of pain in her eyes. "Oh. I thought you might be mad at me." She laughs, and it's awkward because you can see in her face how she's bashful about admitting it.
Those moments are rare now that you've gotten closer, and each time they happen you feel an overwhelming need in your chest to comfort her, Wanda still believes you might get mad at her for things you really don't mind, things that happened in the past when she was still your enemy, things she shouldn't say sorry for because they were out of her control.
And though you've assured her the avengers don't care about the things she's done anymore, sometimes you can still see the lost girl that took the first opportunity to get out of a bad place in the way she lowers her head and looks away from you.
"I'm not mad at you." You smile at her, trying to comfort the young witch by reaching out to her with your hand and tucking a strand of hair that was falling on her eyes behind her ear.
Her eyes found yours, confused and startled, as she leaned just a little bit against the warmth of your hand, and you couldn't stop yourself from letting your thumb trace her flushed cheek with reverence, only then noticing the same warm feeling on your own face.
Wanda's expression changed then, and you were terrified to watch the way all signs of confusion and shock vanished from her face to give way to a completely different thing, her lips curling in a delicate smile as her eyes became impossibly soft as if she had found the answer to every doubt she ever had during her whole life in that exact moment.
And just when you least expected it, Wanda Maximoff kissed you.
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honeyedtulips · a day ago
look fine..... you got me..... i AM a soft!natasha enthusiast and i WOULD die for your portrayal of it 🥳
♡ thank you so much for bestowing this honor upon me, bub 😊! i’ve actually had this soft, lovely idea for nat stored in my head for a while so thank you for giving me the perfect opportunity to lure it out 😊 i hope you like this and take care of yourself, friend! thank you for visiting my blog and asking me to do this, i greatly appreciate it! have a great day! ♡
here’s a song to listen to while you read, if you’d like! ♡
hourglass ♡
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*credits to @editsdior for the image used above ♡ *
a mellow sigh broke the silence of the atmosphere, touching the lightly dusted ceiling of the avengers compound for the third time in an hour. natasha romanoff lay on her desk, the sleeves of her jacket tucked between her fingers in an effort to shield herself against the bitter cold. she raised her other hand to feel at her nose, rosy from lack of warmth. she remembered how you would always press a kiss to her body when she was cold, starting from her temple and ending at her heart, musing about how no matter the temperature, it would always be the warmest part of her. she didn’t believe you, but she appreciated that you loved something about her that wasn’t her thighs or her ass. you loved every part of her, from her alluring eyes speckled with lime green to her cherry-marked lips that melted you with every word. you were in love with her. and she was deeply in love with you.
that’s why she was lying here on the surface of her bare desk, counting the flecks of dust on the ceiling while she waited for another spotify ad to pass. the red and black headphones you’d gifted her for christmas sat clamped over her ears. if anyone walked in, they would be shocked to see the intimidating black widow lying on a table, vermillion lips curled in a small smile, eyes closed. she was listening to the playlist you always played when you were home, thinking of moments when you two baked together, played together, laughed together. it was like you were there beside her, holding her close in your arms, your smile caressing the shell of her ear, her giggles ringing in her ears. she missed you so much. she didn’t know if she’d ever be able to fully tell you how much she craved having you near her, loved having you there. she could barely comprehend it herself. the chains of her heart had broken, drifting away as the tide of love for you had dominated her heart. she couldn’t imagine waking up one day in a world without you. she wouldn’t want to. even if she was gifted with opulence and gold and shiny pearls, she would turn it away. all she needed was her sweet angel, with her sunshine smile and eyes tinted with honey. that was all she would need.
she smiled as the ad finally subsided and a song came up. it was one of your favorites, a jazzy number that you would often sing along to. it was a antique, an old louis armstrong song that you told her you’d love to slow dance with her to. her lips curled even more at the thought, so much her cheeks ached with longing. she would slow dance with you. she would pull you close, litter your head with a thousand kisses and tell you how much you meant to her while louis’s mellifluous voice throbbed in the background. you would be home in three days. it felt like years until she’d see your gorgeous face again. she couldn’t wait. she would make the most of it. she would always cherish the time she spent with her angel. ♡
love, honeyedtulips x♡🌷
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lesbian-deadpool · a day ago
hiiiii i have an HC request?? what do you think of Nat before she gets together with R, like the way she would act around R while she realizes she has feelings for her? Would she be handsy and playful and around her all the time? And do you think Nat would tell R about her feelings??? or let it come to a head?
I feel like it would be like how she was with Bruce.
Very playful and flirty, I also feel like she would be touchy-feely with you too.
Like any chance she can get, she will be next to you. A hand on your thigh, back, arm, around your shoulders, trailing along your bicep. V handsy and looking at you with half lidded eyes.
And then Natasha realises how deep her feelings run for you, and she suddenly gets shy and bashful around you, sometimes. Like she will still be sat next to you, a hand nervously touching you, and with a blush coating her cheeks.
She just can't control herself around you. No longer able to put on a mask. Not when you're around and being all... you.
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awkwardgaymess · a day ago
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Avengers Anatomy- 3- Rumors
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This was going to be…fun, at least that's what you had to tell yourself not to choke the absolute shit out of someone.
If you really had to look at the bright side of the start of this hell of a day.
Dealing with idiot inters that break everything like fucking desrtucto, that's just great, thanks Alex.
Meredith was right though, the lab was stunning. New, but stunning with shiny machines, and science equipment.
Meredith stifled a giggle, but not a smile, as she stepped forward, clearing her throat. “Let’s try not to break anything else, we have two patients that have a unique contestation, and we’re going to do the ver best we can to eliminate said constitution.”
An intern raised their hand, and you nod to their direction.
“Is the constitution hereditary?” They ask. “Maybe we could try to get a relative
“No, it was an accident that caused this, an explosion occurred, and both received near fatal injuries, we need to get their CT scans, and MRI’s before we consider any course of treatment. “ You describe briefly.
”Your job is to study the file’s I copied for each of you,” Meredith continues. “Come to either me, or Dr. L/n with ideas, I don’t care how crazy.”
“Please make them make sense.” You add on, a small smirk playing on your lips. “You meet back here in twenty minutes once you think of some ideas and try to get those scans from Radiology, for now, one of you get me those vials you brought in.”
You go to the nearby sink and wash your hands for a few moments, grabbing a pair of sterile gloves, and take a seat on a lab chair, seeing an intern closest to the experimentation table bring over the tray of vials filled with different types of chemicals. Judging by the color, it seemed like variants of anesthetics, but diluted on one side, and another holds multiple vials of rich red blood.
‘Thank god Alex has a fucking brain.’ You smile to yourself, you grab a nearby Petri dish, and open the top carefully.
“Dr. L/n?” Meredith asks.
You hum in response “What’s up?”
“Should I play some music, and assist?”
You smile, and nod. “Differently please.”
You can’t see Meredith, but you hear the slight tapping on the phone, and the multiple footsteps departing and the door closing. The music flows throughout the empty lab, you close your eyes, and let out a happy sigh, before grabbing the vial labeled B.W and a pipette, taking a small amount and positioning it to the middle of the plastic dish. From your perphrial vision, you see blue navy scrubs next yo you.
“Alright then…let’s do this.” You mumble quietly.
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Alex can’t believe he got the short end of the stick. Of all times that he had to watch over a patient, he has to wait for two avengers scans to be finished.
“Oh shit,” Alex sighed softly. “I thought you were down in the pit.”
Jo chuckled softly, pressing a soft kiss to her husbands cheek. “Mer said you needed some help?”
“Yeah…I got two avengers who have a very pissed girlfriend.” He mumbles, gripping the clipboard.
“Wait…”Jo paused, placing a hand on her hip. “Avengers, here?”
“You never heard of the avengers?”
“No stupid, I just thought the avengers had their own hospital.” Jo laughed. “Isn’t where all our taxes go towards.”
“That’d be the case, but the explosion caused those…idiots to be transferred here.” He sighed. “I got a doctor from the hospital, but she’s…pissed.”
Jo raised an eyebrow, then gasped, laughing. “Wait, the damn doctor is one of the avengers girlfriend?”
“Two of them,” he laughs. “And it’s y/n.”
“Are you serious?” Jo smiled.”You can’t be serious.”
“As a damn heart attack.”
Jo snorted loudly, slapping her husband lightly on the shoulder. “I knew that girl got game.”
“Oh come on,” Alex sighed, leaning into the chair he sat on. “You can’t be serious.”
“You have to admit, she’s hot, rich, and smart. A damn near perfect partner.”
“I know.” Natasha smiled.
The female attending yelped loudly, stepping back from the desk. “Jesus Christ.”
Natasha chuckled softly. “Sorry, I guess you forgot to mute yourselves, or whatever you people do.”
“Sorry Ms. Romanoff, “ Alex apologized from he other side of the room. “We’re almost done, I just need a few more pictures, and I’ll send them up to radiology. “
“No worries, it’s only slowing down my impending doom.” Natahsa replied.
“You’re not going to die-“
“I’m talking about y/n. If you two don’t kill me…she definitely will.” She interrupts. “And it seems it might be real damn close.”
Alex snorted, chuckling before a swat on the back makes him jump in pain. “Hey, it’s true. Y/n has a temper, you know she’s going to want an apology.”
“I don’t think I did anything wrong.” Nat confessed. “I think I did the right thing.”
“You think getting Blast Belly is the aftermath of the right thing?” Jo asked, raising an eyebrow.
“Okay, maybe not that, but it’s my job, it’s Wanda’s job, its-“
“It could’ve been a better way, don’t you think?” Jo asked, glancing towards Alex.
“It was the heat of the moment.”
“She’s right jo, you can’t really think of those things when you’re trying to save the world.” Alex responded, leaning over to the computer, and typing a few words. “It’s not like she has an office job.”
“Boy,” Jo sighed. “Ignore him, you do know you have an abdominal rupture, right?”
“I don’t know enough doctor words for that,” Natasha chuckled.
“Let’s say your girlfriend is trying to save your life, if she doesn’t kill you first.”
“TODAY JOHN!!!!” Your voice booms out through the hospital.
Alex and Jo both turned to each other, a look of fear on their faces.
“Or someone else.” Alex mumbles to himself.
Natasha shook her head, giving the ghost of a smile.
“That’s why she’s my favorite.”
"Bet you fifty she's yelling at an intern," Alex mumbled to his wife.
"Hundred if it's to an attending." Jo retorted.
"Thousand if it's to one of the radio people that's supposed to be getting her something." Natasha joined in
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lesbian-deadpool · a day ago
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Natasha: God, you're so clingy. 
Y/N: You're in MY bed, in MY shirt, in MY room.
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fangurlingismyforte · a day ago
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I'm ready to get back into writing so... send in some requests!
characters I'm currently writing for:
Bucky Barnes
Sam Wilson
Wanda Maximoff
Natasha Romanoff
Poe Dameron
Rey
Kylo Ren/Ben Solo
Lucifer Morningstar
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honeyedtulips · a day ago
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songbook 📖
🌼🌷🌺🌻☁️ welcome to my garden! pick a flower, listen to some tunes, and enjoy your stay! ♡ thank you so much for stopping by, i hope to see you again 🌼🌷🌺🌻☁️
love,
honeyedtulips x🌷♡
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| the playlist |
♡ bucky’s songs♡
 ♡ nat’s songs♡ 
♡ andy barber’s songs♡
♡ steve’s songs♡
♡ sam’s songs♡
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honeyedtulips · a day ago
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nat's songs 🌷
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*image used above is not mine, credit to @scarlettsgreys on twitter♡ *
nat’s flower♡ : jasmine, meaning elegance and grace 🌷
no other way ♡
so easy ♡
raw ♡
hourglass♡
sure thing ♡
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