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Family matters - Wanda x romanoff!Reader

Summary: You have a secret you don't want to tell anyone for fear of being too late. Will a certain little witch manage to let you in? And above all, your relationship with Natasha will always be the same?

Warnings: angst, mourning elaboration, guilt, use of magic, physical injuries, nightmares, robbery | 16+ DNI

A/N: Strangely, I wrote it with incredible speed. But I think I did a good job. Now it's your turn to judge

Words: 5.161

The Compound is huge.

There's everything from a shooting range, to multiple break rooms, to some mega-equipped labs, not to mention bedrooms.

Obviously there are many, there will be many people who will have to sleep here.

Some more than others, those like you and the twins who have no one out there in the world will stay here.

Since you two girls were the last to arrive, you had to make do with the rooms. Luckily there were two rooms quite far from Pietro's, and after you sat through a discussion on why you go so far from his room you laughed enough accompanying the brunette to your respective two new rooms.

At least, your room also had another positive side. It was opposite Natasha's

This time it only took you a quarter of an hour to rearrange the things from out of the boxes, also because compared to the room in the tower this one is much bigger, and then yes Wanda was right, with magic it would have been faster.

Oddly it had been a whole day since you had seen anyone else but Wanda so you are surprised when you finally decide to leave the room and as you turn the corner into the kitchen you find Pietro, the last person you wanted to see, who was chatting with her sister while she was cooking something.

You weren't really angry with Pietro but he made you remember something you just wanted to forget so as quickly as you left the room you come back in tears, slamming the door and closing it.

In addition to the twins you hadn't noticed that there were also others present, all puzzled when you ran away.

Maybe only two people could tell what was going on with you, and those two were Wanda and Natasha. However, the redhead seemed not to be there at the moment, so whatever Wanda was cooking, she let go and ran after her, leaving everyone stunned.

You were sick,

why couldn't you save her?

Why did Pietro yes and she didn't?

These were the questions that kept running through your head as you circled the room choking on tears when you heard a knock on the door.

Wanda seeing that you had no intention of opening her decided to act. "Y/N, it's me Wanda, please open up" she tried to coax you softly, unfortunately you were stubborn and broken so you refused to even let your presence be known.

She then tried to open the doorknob with her magic but you apparently sensed what she was doing and were thwarting her.

She had no other choice, she sat on the floor with her back against the door and she thought about what to tell you. "You know I still have to thank you for saving Pietro's life. I don't know if I would have been able to go on without him. After our parents died it was just us two against the world, we protect each other."

You were still in a panic when she started to speak but the more she spoke the more she managed to calm you down, in the end you too put yourself on the floor against the door.

She heard you were on the other side of the door and she knew you were crying because she could hear small choked sobs, you were in pain and she couldn't understand why and it made her feel bad.

"Do you remember the other day, before leaving for Sokovia, when I told you that I had been there too? Well the last time I saw my parents alive I was 10 years old. -

- It was evening and my father came home, we didn't have much money it was barely enough to survive, he had a menial job, he sold dvds of American sitcoms"

"That night, they made me choose what to watch during the tv night, you know during those moments we couldn't speak Sokovian and we had to talk another language. That's how I learned English you know? I had my favorite episode, number 21 of the second season of 'The Dick Van Dyke Show' put on."

"All of a sudden as we were watching it dark. It was just a bomb exploded a few floors below us, and when I regained consciousness Pietro found me and we hid under the bed." now she too was starting to cry, less repressed than you remembering her last moments with her parents.

Despite sobbing she decided to keep talking to you, she had to make you feel better at all costs.

"Then a missile fell just a few feet away from us, on that missile was a name… Stark" she broke off trying not to think of her growing hatred in her heart for the man a few rooms away.

"We sat down there for two long days, hoping that bomb wouldn't go off. In fact it didn't go off, maybe the only good thing from that shitty day. We ended up in an orphanage until we were 18 and then abandoned on the street."

"Full of rage and reckless as teenagers we saw in Hydra a way to defend our country and take revenge. So we ended up as volunteers for Strucker's experiments and from there with our new powers we met all of you." she then concluded calming her sobs and wiping her tears on the sleeves of your hoodie.

Hearing those words, all the pain they exuded, all that anger. Maybe you could tell her your secret, something even Natasha doesn't know.

Your mind has been off limits to her ever since you ran into the room, so when new waves of pain pass through her, pain not hers, she knows you're moving.

When you finally unlock the door you let out a single word. "I had a sister" you almost whisper for fear of admitting what you fear most.

She sees you scared, she understands that it's not easy for you to say what you're saying so she closes you in a hug as you enter the room and closing the door with red tufts.

Don't worry, no one else will know if you don't want to.

Take a deep breath knowing it will be hard to talk from now on. "I had a sister, her name was Nora. She was my big sister, basically we've always been together since I was born." you look up, with a smile watered down by tears you tell Wanda the most beautiful part of your life.

"Always smiling, she never let life get her down, and when you had some problem, any one, she would help you to solve it."

"You know this necklace I'm wearing, this lightning bolt, she gave it to me for my 15th birthday. Since she had to go to college, I was worried that she would leave and forget about me, but she gave me this necklace and said 'So I can never forget my little sister'. I've been wearing it every single day since then, after all it said that as long as I wore it she would always remember me." you try to explain, holding the pendant hanging from your neck in your hands, sometimes with trembling sighs.

"She seemed like a really good sister" Wanda encourages you by making circles on your back. You nod without answering, too overwhelmed with held back tears.

At this point, seeing you already about to collapse, she makes you sit on the bed before sitting next to you, ready to take you when you can't take it anymore.

Do you wish to continue? You don't have to if you don't feel like it

You hear the words she says to you mentally, for a while you hesitate but then you understand that you have to tell someone, you can no longer maintain this weight.

"No, I have to do this, I have to tell someone" you shake your head as you wipe the tears from your cheeks.

"A few days before she left, we were walking down the street wandering through shops looking for the last things she needed to bring."

"We were talking on a sidewalk when a suspicious guy came around the corner running in the opposite direction to us, came up and almost he wouldn't knock me down if I didn't dodge him."

"The guy ended up in the middle of the road and almost got hit by a truck if - " you can't finish the sentence because you almost get out of breath

" - Nora hadn't jumped to save him by being run over in his place." you whisper weakly reaching the limit of endurance, you can't take it, you collapse in a pool of tears and moans.

Two arms wrap you in a desperate hug as soon as you start crying louder and the only moment they let go is when Wanda gets out of bed and sits on your lap to be closer to you. Not even she knows what she's doing, she usually wouldn't be so emotional but with you in this situation she just comes naturally.

You two stay in that embrace for a long time, you hide your weeping face in the crook of her neck as she continues to hold you close and gently stroking your back.

If someone would have entered, even if Wanda would not have allowed them, they would have seen two girls sitting on a bed embracing, while the one sitting was probably crying.

This is what would have been seen on the outside, while many conversations were going on inside

You feel bad. Why did you say that? Now surely Wanda will go away and she will leave you alone like everyone else does.

Hey hey hey I'm not going anywhere. I stay here with you. I'll hold you until you feel better alright? You don't have to answer, I got you, now you can let go.

All you could think or feel was Nora and that hurts, you miss your big sister very much and you feel responsible for her death.

After all, if you hadn't dodged the guy as hard as you could, you would have fallen and scratched yourself but now Nora would still be with you.

But strangely even though you were crying Wanda's warmth comforted you, she was quietly singing something to you, you don't understand what she's saying but you assume it's Sokovian and you let yourself be lulled by the sweet words as you vent all your two years of secrecy.

When the moans have subsided into little sobs it's night time and you're very tired but you really don't want Wanda to go away, you don't want to go over everything by yourself.

"Can you stay with me tonight? Please" are the first words you've said for hours and you're begging her with your eyes still shining. "Of course" she can't help but please you, also because she herself had no intention of leaving.

It's been a while since you two slept, for the second night in the same bed, and you were starting to fidget.

Wanda awakened by your movements turns to check on you before seeing red for a few moments and then black.

For the first time, you'd had a dream so violent it was projected into Wanda's head.

When she starts seeing again she's in an apartment, with a younger version of you and two older strangers. 'You forgot about it. You forgot about her!' she hears your desperate younger version referring to what she understood to be your parents.

'How could you forget about her. She is your daughter!' you look sadder, this makes Wanda's heart ache even more because she understands what's going on.

'She was your daughter. My big sister. Nora.' she sees you get down on your knees on the ground with your face in your hands and start crying and muttering.

'I want my big sis back...she forgot about me...she promised me' you repeat like a mantra swaying back and forth.

Wanda can see and feel all the pain you are in, you miss your sister, you feel responsible for her death and your parents are not helping.

Then a bigger and bigger red wave begins to spread out from you, she feels the great power in you fueled by the pain, and she knows what happens next.

You destroy the building, remain the only survivor and then Steve finds you.

When she emerges from your dream she inhales a breath of air to materialize what she had seen.

How much suffering you had experienced, you didn't have time to dispose of it because you had to become a superheroine, a bit like her and this helps her even better to understand how you are.

She knows you need to feel happy now that you're sleeping so when you turn and try to wrap yourself around her, she lets you do it, actually she starts cradling your head when you put it on her chest.

Then she makes a decision, she will make you have the most beautiful dream of her, then she puts her fingers on your temples and they start to glow red as she browses through your memories.

When she finds the only happy memory you have of these times she is surprised to understand that it is a moment with Natasha, surely you have a very strong bond.

She must be very attached to you, she seems to act like a mother only you don't understand it or don't want to admit it.

There is something in that moment that you like so much and then she decides to make you relive it several times at least until you can accumulate enough hours of sleep.

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When you wake up, you're still clinging to Wanda, and to your surprise she's still asleep.

You take the time to analyze her whole face, every detail of her. She's sleeping blissfully, and since you've known her you've never seen her so relaxed, she even seems happy.

She no longer wears the many rings that she usually wears, you think she took them off before you just don't remember when, and this gives you a better way to see her hands.

Analyzing, however, a strange sensation becomes more and more insistent, as if they were many butterflies fluttering in your belly.

When you lay back down to admire the ceiling, you accidentally wake Wanda with your movements.

"Hey" she still sleepy try to say hello

"Hey you. Thanks for staying". you give thanks as you think back on everything she has done for you.

"I would do it again. But I have to tell you something" she says, leaving you time to refuse, seeing that you remain impassive, she takes it as a yes.

"Tonight I saw how your parents died. Don't take it badly but they asked for it. But then I also saw something else, the relationship you have with Natasha is something special. Don't miss the chance to have a family again" she explains, attentive to your possible reaction, mainly you remain shocked but then something changes.

"Do you think I should talk to her? I like being with her, she reminds me of when I was little. I feel safe." you speculate thoughtfully, while you think about whether she'd better run to the bathroom.

Don't even think about it!!!!

"You should talk to her" at the end she says to you and you say "Later I will".

And so you both stare at the ceiling in silence for quite some time.

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This was four months ago.

Since then you still haven't found the courage to talk to her and you've reduced conversations with Natasha to a minimum, limiting yourself to the bare essentials only during missions.

Your relations with the rest of the team have also worsened, you hardly ever spoke to them and only if forced.

However, this does not apply to new team members, with whom you have formed a strong friendship.

You apologized to Pietro and even if initially he didn't understand why, when Wanda explained the situation to him in private, the young man understood everything. You didn't know Wanda had told him, but you honestly didn't care, you didn't have to pour your guilt feelings on him especially if he didn't know the cause.

Wanda on the other hand was your breath of fresh air, your happy little moment, she was the only one who saw you laugh or even just talk. You spent most of your time together either in her room or yours, very often falling asleep in each other's beds after a tiring day while watching something on television.

You've discovered that in addition to powers, you and Wanda also have many things in common, such as a boundless love of sitcoms and an exceptional cooking ability.

In fact, the only other environment in which you felt at ease was the kitchen only when Wanda was there with you, otherwise you would have been almost a mirage due to the speed with which you entered and exited.

In all these shared moments she (in four months) hasn't even brought up that whole issue once, because if you had to do something, the only one capable of putting an end to it was you.

With Pietro the story was complicated, initially you saw him when he left his sister's room just before you entered exchanging embarrassed glances.

Then slowly over the weeks those looks turned into brief exchanges of words and then into real conversations, involving Wanda every time too.

When you weren't spending time with the twins, you were either on some solo mission or working out in a deserted gym.

Once you all trained together and it ended badly, at least for Pietro. He ended up crashing into a wall while he was trying to dodge two attacks from us girls regardless of where he was running.

He came away with some broken bones, but thanks to the accelerated healing he recovered by the end of the day. From that day you decided that training in three was dangerous so you created shifts of two.

You haven't said more than three words to Natasha in four months and honestly she doesn't know why.

Everything should be fine right?

She doesn't know and that's why she has to force you to tell. Only that she will need a little help, or rather two little helps.

This is why she is now in the kitchen and there is no shadow of you, but she is not looking for you, she is looking for the twins and they are right there. "Hey guys, what are you up to?" she approaches the two Sokovians completely masking her intentions.

The two exchange a quick glance before Wanda speaks. "Let's cook" she replies bluntly continuing to stir a mixture.

The redhead nods thoughtfully, as if what they're doing really matters to her, and subtly expresses her intentions. "Have you seen Y/N?"

"Nope" promptly Pietro lies shamelessly covering up your true position. "It's not true! You two always know where she is. Basically you're always together" she complains then annoyed by their too much loyalty, it's not that she annoys her it's just that now she would like it to be less.

"She doesn't want to talk to you Romanoff" Pietro gets up from the counter and stands next to his sister.

To which Natasha sighs, they are such good friends for you. "I know guys, but I need your help. She has to tell me something but honestly she can't find the courage, I know she's always been shy" she admits, leaving the two dumbfounded, she knows you really well, they can be trusted then.

"Help with what?" Wanda asks, still a little wary.

They created a plan to lock you in a room with Natasha long enough for her to talk to you, and since you were returning from a mission with Vision (the humorless being) the first place you would go would be Wanda's room.

So while Wanda waits for you as planned on her bed, Natasha hides in her bathroom ready to go out when the door lock clicks.

You're tired, the mission went quite well but Vision is really boring, sure you understand many of the scientific things he says but it's not the right time and this bores you, maybe you even miss Tony's selfishly sarcastic jokes a little.

And above all you can't wait to hug your new best friend and hear something other than philosophical thoughts about human beings.

What you don't expect is that when you enter her already open room she's on her bed and looks at you scared. "Hey Y/N, I forgot something in the kitchen, I'll go get it for a moment and then come back, you can stay here" she says before being carried away by Pietro leaving you alone with his bluish trail.

You hear the lock click and then you see the redhead you don't expect come out of the bathroom and then you understand.

You are trapped

All the alarms start ringing in your head,

you don't want to tell

or you want?,

what if she doesn't want to?

Talk to her she wants it too

hear Wanda prompt you in your head and thank yourself for being as much a telepath as she is for having this amazing form of non-verbal communication. "Alright I'll tell her, but if it goes wrong I'll blame you" you scream making sure wherever she is she has heard you and you prepare yourself for the ordeal that awaits you.

" Что за проблема, моя малышка?" (What's the problem my child?) she asks you worried

"Ты хочешь говорить по-русски? Серьезно?" (Do you want to speak in Russian? Seriously?) you argue nervously about the situation you're in

"Вы сказали, что это для чрезвычайных ситуаций. И это чрезвычайная ситуация!" (You said it was for emergencies. And this is an emergency!) she takes your angry tone, totally changing the initial setting of the conversation.

"If I have to speak I prefer to do it in English. I'm too shocked to do it in Russian." you say offended, but you're just stalling and she understands it from the way she looks at you.

"Well then, talk, I listen"

It's hard but you finally do it.

You talk to her about Nora, about your relationship with her and how you feel responsible for her death. You also tell her about your parents and how they died and especially the trigger of your anger.

But then you talk about the last few months trying to apologize and I tell her about what you did, as if she didn't know, she had seen all the cameras in the compound just to see you again. You tell her about how you became friends with Wanda and her brother and how happy you feel when you can talk to them.

She finally gets it all, all the nights you spent crying and moaning in your sleep, you were thinking about your big sister and your parents how you missed them and how guilty you felt about how they died.

She is happy that in the last few months you have found people who have been close to you and from the way you talk about it you really enjoy spending time with the twins, she couldn't wish for anything else.

But then comes the speech, the one about your relationship. "Since you came here two years ago you've made me feel something I never imagined I'd feel, a constant fear of hurting yourself but also an overwhelming amount of love. But it's not the kind of love between engaged is something motherly, something I never expected to be... a mother"

"Now, I know you have a mother, but I don't think she would want you to be alone. In that sense too. So if you want I can try to be some kind of mom" she looks at you anxiously after she finishes her speech looking for signs of rejection, but there aren't any.

You throw yourself into her arms with tears of joy in your eyes. You leave her suspended with your action until you gently whisper to her "You are already my mom".

You knew she was from the first night she was close to you during one of your meltdowns, you just felt fear that you were somehow cheating on your biological mother. But now that you knew that she too felt the same way, the road seemed easier.

Perhaps your mother from wherever she is she will be scolding you, but shouldn't a mother want only the best for her children?

Now your best was clearer, you built a family without your knowledge and found in Natasha a new mother in time of need.

If Natasha thought she couldn't be happier when she heard you calling her mom her heart melted completely. After a long time she was truly happy.

When the hug between mother and daughter is finally over you fixed your slightly messy hair. "I have Wanda to thank," you say shaking your head and thinking of your dear friend.

"She's a good girl" she replies with a slight wink at which you make a face. "Don't start with mom's advice" you beg her playfully laughing embarrassed by your mother's insinuation.

"I'll have to start from something" she makes fun of you and you reply rolling your eyes and giving your hand to your face, surrendering to such lightheartedness.

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You truly thanked Wanda. Since she came into your life she has always helped you and from now on you promised yourself to always be there for her. Whatever it takes

After that day your life was turned upside down. Now you didn't wake up alone anymore, Natasha was always there to wake you up even when you fell asleep in Wanda's room, sure sometimes you just wanted to stay in bed a little longer without disturbing your roommate but you were thankful to your new mum for give you all these attentions.

If breakfast wasn't ready, you prepared it for everyone, knowing their tastes and habits, many times you cooked it with Wanda while you two happily sang.

Steve would always arrive at that point, up since dawn, and he would greet you like the true gentleman he is while he took a bottle of water and left. And like two teenagers then you sneer at the compliments while continuing to cook all sorts of delicacies.

Cooking of course as well as singing and dancing you talk about your plans for the day, and every time you are disturbed by an energetic Pietro who runs around the room to distract you before slipping in to give his sister a kiss and steal a plate of bacon and pancakes.

You really don't mind, you know that's how he is, and then your second favorite moment of the morning always comes after that.

The one where Natasha comes in and she gives you a kiss on her head before taking her plate and sitting down near the counter. The best time, your whole family, together.

Now your days have changed and you spend a lot of time away from your room preferring the gym and the laboratory (now that Tony has taken a sort of gap year you are free to give vent to your free intellect in the laboratory) where you finally keep your promise, with Wanda's help you create her first suit. Obviously you don't stop there, you are committed to creating the best outfit for her twin too, preferring heat-resistant and very elastic materials.

Now the time you spend training is with many more people and not at the most unusual hours, you have resumed training with your mother like four months ago and she is surprised at how much you have improved, while you still continue to train with Wanda to master the best your powers and develop some special tactics.

The missions you do now aren't so solitary anymore and you're almost always assigned in teams with either one or both of the twins or Natasha and your espionage skills you can tell are really improving.

Now you always spend your free time with Wanda, but now in the common room sharing books, TV series and various chats.

That's what you're doing right now, sitting next to Wanda on the couch as you watch an episode of Bewitched for the umpteenth time.

You're so involved that you don't notice Natasha approaching her until you find her in front of her with a toothy smile and her hands behind her back.

"What are you keeping back there but?" you ask standing up and trying to see what she's holding on to, but she always manages to elude you. "We did it" she tells you, taking her hands away behind her back to reveal some documents, the ones for my adoption.

Immediately a smile spreads across your face and you're almost incredulous. "Are... those... are those documents?" you stammer out loud in disbelief at the situation, finally, but you didn't expect it so soon.

She nods her head joyfully and you're elated.

You lock her into a bounce hug because you have too much energy to spread for the good news that you can't help but move. "I pushed a few buttons, and asked for some Avenger favors but I finally did it, now we can make this official" she comforts you as you look over your mother's neck to see Wanda watching the loving scene familiar in front of her and a little sorry, you wish she still had her parents.

You are already part of my family, Wanda, don't forget that

Thanks Y/N but this is your moment with your mom and you shouldn't be thinking about me

I will always think of you

You briefly saw Wanda blush at those words so you returned to the actual conversation you were having with your mother. "Then where should I sign?"

Now after signing all the documents you were officially her daughter.

You were finally Y/N Romanoff

(Ah of course there was a big celebration afterwards, obviously all Tony's doing)

You've never felt happier in recent years than right now. You have it all, a family, friends and fantastic powers.

You know this won't last long but you'll make sure you enjoy it while this peace lasts.

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natashaslesbian · 8 months

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Daddy

From the ‘Tiny Dancer’ series

Summary: y/n has questions about the identity of her father. Natasha has to face the conversation she has dreaded since the day you were born

Word Count: 1100

Pairings (Mama Natasha x Kid!Reader)

Angst/fluff I guess

Warnings: Red Room mentions

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It was a slow morning at the tower, rain pattered against the window as the team gathered in the common room for snacks and a movie. Your little brain could hardly focus on the film, specially picked out for you. You fiddled with the curly strands of your mamas red hair as she turns her full attention to her little girl “are you ok tiny dancer?” You forced a smile and nodded. Natasha was worried about how quiet you had been today, she reached out for your forehead and checked for a fever, nothing “why don’t we go and find widow bear?” Your mommy suggested “okay” you said as you wrapped yourself around her muscular frame.

Natasha sat you down on your pink duvet and passed you the fluffy brown teddy bear “now then angel” your mama said “are you gonna tell me what’s wrong?” You pondered for a moment before mumbling out some incoherent words “what was that baby? Can you speak up?” Natasha said she pushed the hair from your face “daddy” you whispered. Your mommy’s heart dropped, she had dreaded the day you would start to question the identity of your father. “What” she spat out “well” you began “Morgan has uncle Tony and Nate has uncle Clint, they both have mommies and daddies, and in stories the princesses have a daddy sometimes” you lowered your focus to widow bear and traced the outline of the hourglass on the mini black widow suit.

Natasha had imagined this conversation a thousand times in her head. She’d practiced her lines in the mirror, but nothing could prepare her for the look in your searching y/e/c eyes. She wandered your bedroom for a few minuets until she came to her knees in front of you. “Y/n baby” your mama said she cupped your cheeks “my darling you’re still so little, so young, there are some things you just won’t understand yet” she didn’t want to lie or patronise you, but she also couldn’t bare the thought of you knowing the truth “I can be grown up mommy” you said, a small tear escaping Natasha’s eyes. “I know you can sweetheart and I know you have questions…about your dad. You see the thing is y/n/n, your dad, your daddy, he um.. well he died.. he passed away when you were a baby”

You hadn’t quite wrapped your head around the idea of death yet, but you understood enough that ‘passed away’ meant he was gone and would never be coming back. “Was he sick?” You asked your mommy “he was” Natasha said “he was very sick, but a different kind of sick to when you get a cold, or when you had the flu. Your dad was a bad man y/n” “why?” You questioned “he hurt people” “did he hurt you mama?” Natasha was frozen still, she wasn’t willing to let you carry the same hurt as her “he did” she said “what did he do?” You innocently asked “it’s nothing you need to worry about, I’m ok now and I have you, and he’s gone. He’s not gonna hurt you, no one ever will as long as I’m here” Natasha lent forwards and gave your forehead a small peck.

“Will I ever have a daddy?” You asked “do you want one?” Natasha said “not if they a bad man an if they hurts us” your mommy took your little hands in hers “no one will hurt you or me, I promise, the bad man’s gone” she said “but are there still bad man, other bad people?” “There are” Natasha said “but mommy will protect you from them. Always” you still had so many questions, and your little brain was so loud “what was his name?” You asked, your mama took a deep breath “Dreykov” you knew that name, you’d heard it before.

You thought and scrambled through your mind until you put the pieces together “he’s the man from your bad dreams” Natasha was stuck, she was confused, she was scared “wha-what do you mean baby?” She said quietly “when you have bad dreams and you cry and scream, you say his name, Dreykov. Then when you wake up you say ‘fuck off Dreykov’ “ Natasha was too consumed in her thoughts to notice that you just said your first curse, at 6 years old. She was embarrassed she had let you see her like that, she was supposed to be strong for you “don’t cry mommy” you said as you wiped away the tear that had crept down her cheek “I’m sorry” she said “why?” You frowned “I- I should’ve… I shouldn’t have, you shouldn’t have had to see that y/n/n, I’m supposed to be brave for you, there-there’s nothing to be scared of” Natasha said as she held your face in her hands “but, it’s ok to be scared mommy, remember, you told me it’s okay to be scared and that sometimes you don’t have to be brave, you can be sad”

Your mommy broke right in front of your eyes, she couldn’t keep it in anymore. Here the two of you were, the roles completely reversed. She had never been so vulnerable her whole life. You climbed down off the bed and into your mamas embrace, she held you tightly. “I’m so sorry y/n, it’s gonna be ok, we’re gonna be ok I promise” she sobbed “I love you mommy” “I love you too tiny dancer, so much” when you pulled away, you reached for widow bear and passed him to Natasha “widow bear always makes me feel better” you said “thank you baby” she giggled as she cuddled the bear.

“You should definitely tell Dreykov to fuck off if he makes you feel bad mommy” Natasha gasped “Y/N!” She exclaimed, you just laughed, so did your mama eventually “yeah, fuck off Dreykov” she said as she lifted you both up from the floor. She would have some words with you tomorrow about your language, but for now, Natasha just wanted to have you in her arms, to hold you safe and sound. Maybe one day she would tell you more but she felt the biggest weight lift from her chest after your conversation. You were right, she didn’t have to always be strong, no one does.

The two of you curled up in Natasha’s bed that night with warm blankets and fluffy socks. You watched movies until you fell asleep, your mommy’s arms wrapped snug around your waist. Soft snores echoed into the bedroom as you both dreamt sweetly of each other.

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-Astara🩷

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How Parker Met Stark (3)

Masterlist

Pairings/Characters: Peter Parker x Stark!Reader (Andrew Garfield’s Peter)

Warnings: Swearing, Tony being so annoying, upside-down kissing, Clint being just as annoying as Tony in a shorter amount of time.

Summary: Yet another prequel to my Hard Enough one-shot, and the fourth overall installation of my Crumble!Verse work Which is just an AU of my Stark!Verse:

Peter Parker was the last thing on your mind. All you could think about was Spider-Man, and, to be honest, it seemed like you were the only thing on his mind as well.

This is definitely post-college, adult Spider-Man

Your door sliding opening did not wake you. It was quiet, it was subtle, it let you sleep in peace. What did wake you up was your dad shouting ‘rise and shine, pumpkin’ as he waltzed into your room. You groaned in agony and brought the covers over your head as he came around your bed and sat down on the edge. He yanked the cover back while ordering Jarvis to open the blinds and let in all the sunlight. You hissed while he nonchalantly shoved sunglasses over your eyes.

“Do I smell coffee?” You mumbled as you debated on whether or not you could stomach sitting up.

“Black coffee, doughnuts, it’s the cure to any hangover,” Tony explained as he shoved a doughnut into your mouth and then forced coffee down your throat. Honestly, you were surprised you didn’t choke to death. Tony smirked in satisfaction to himself when, after a few seconds, you shrugged, nodded, and took both items from him like a little gremlin. He pushed the box closer to your after grabbing a doughnut for himself and continued on, “Feeling like shit, huh?”

“Yes,” you groaned. “How bad is the damage?”

“Well, Pepper’s dealing with the headlines talking about an Avenger accidentally knocking out an innocent person because she was so drunk, but Spider-Man saving you actually seems to be the bigger story.”

“Ugh, I’m so embarrassed.”

“Because you were saved by a dork in spandex?”

“No! Because I was a drunken, hot mess over a dweeb with a camera.”

Tony hummed, “Right, that Percival Porker from the gala.”

“Peter Parker, dad, I don’t know how you made that so difficult for yourself.”

“Whatever. Fuck that guy, Y/N. If he can’t see how amazing you are, he ain’t shit,” Tony explained to you as he grabbed another doughnut to inhale. “Besides, you seemed to have some serious doe eyes for Spider-Man last night.”

“What? No! No, I didn’t. I didn’t and don’t have doe eyes for Spider-Man.”

He howled with laughter, “Kid, I thought you were going to grab him and kiss him before he jumped off the side of the building.”

“I didn’t think you could see us —“

“I have cameras everywhere,” Tony replied. “And I watched the footage back this morning. You had a hard-on for the guy.”

“You are fucking psychotic.”

Tony scoffed, “I’m not psychotic. I’m simply well-aware.”

“The linguistic gymnastics you perform every time you speak is outstanding,” you mumbled under your breath as you chugged the black coffee before chasing it with another doughnut.

As you two were eating, your bedroom door opened once again. You barely looked to see who was there before Wanda and Natasha were in your bed. Natasha sat like a pretzel on top of the covers, arm reaching across Tony to grab a doughnut for herself. Wanda squeaked that it was ice cold in the room, so she dove onto your bed and pulled the comforter up over her shoulders which made you snicker.

“Kid sleeps in an ice box, you get used to it,” Tony shrugged. “And now that the estrogen outweighs my testosterone —“

“We outweigh you there too, Tony,” Natasha quipped.

“—I will be taking off. Good luck, ladies. I already tried telling her she’s got a boner for the the man that cums webbing, but she’s denying it.”

Tony leaned over to kiss you on the forehead before pushing the box of pastries onto your bed. He left the room while chugging his coffee and muttering that he should convince Bruce to make an actual spider-trap, partially for science, partially for fun.

Natasha raised an eyebrow in your direction as she passed the box to Wanda, who, like a little gremlin, quickly grabbed one and held it close to her mouth so she could stay with as much blanket on her as possible. Natasha was momentarily distracted away from you as she stared at Wanda, “Shouldn’t you be used to the cold given Sokovia’s climate?”

“Nope,” Wanda said with a shrug. “That’s not the point here. Y/N is attracted to Spider-Man.”

“My guess would’ve been Steve,” Natasha shrugged as she leaned on her elbow and ate her doughnut. “He does seem like he has a great body under that spandex. You’re clearly an ass gal.”

“And you know he’s very strong,” Wanda hummed. “And flexible, given what I’ve seen on the news.”

“Okay. What is this?” You sighed. “I thought you two thought me asking out Peter Parker was a good idea.”

“Oh, no, we definitely did, but then he rejected your date and you went full Stark-mode afterwards. The walls are up again, but you know who can climb them and into your pants? Spider-Man.”

“Natasha!” You hissed at the master assassin who grinned.

“What? I’m just saying, a casual fuck wouldn’t be so bad.”

You rolled your eyes, “Whatever. I bet he’d reject me too.”

“Get him close enough, I’ll read his mind and find out,” Wanda said as she stole your coffee and dunked her doughnut into it. You and Natasha stared at her in surprise, “What?”

“That’s a little evil for you,” you teased. “Next you’ll tell me his secret identity?”

“Ah, good point, it is a violation of privacy. Never mind, then,” Wanda chuckled.

“Fucking damn it,” you muttered under you breath and threw yourself back in bed. “Whatever. My love life is a joke, I’ll never see Peter Parker again, hopefully, and I’m attracted to a man in a mask.”

“See? Told you she’d admit it,” Natasha said, holding out her open palm to which Wanda placed a crisp $20 bill into.

You stared at them both, “I hate you fuckers so much.”

~*~

You decided to take it easy that day. You stayed in bed for awhile, avoided working out with Steve, who seemed to be letting you have an easy day anyway out of the kindness of his heart and the events of the day prior. You did some work in the lab with Bruce and Tony, not that you were much help, but distracting them from their work and acting like an absolute shitty toddler by moving their tools around seemed to be the best possible fun that day.

However, you felt it was safer for you to go out at night. Well, not safer as in statistically with crime, but safer as in least likely to be bothered by anyone. Dressed comfortably, you left the tower alone and walked around the city for a little while. You happened upon one of your favorite late night haunts, a place that specialized in Belgian-style fries.

You waited for your order, grabbed it, and since the place was so overcrowded, you went and leaned against the side of the building, just outside of the alleyway so as not to have a hint of garbage with your meal.

While you were eating, you were lost in your own world. You weren’t trying to sense for anybody around you, so someone sneaking up on you was easy and likely. You had casually glanced around, as you did every few minutes, but when you looked over your left shoulder, you nearly screamed when you were face to face with an upside-down spider mask.

In fact, your fries ended up on the grounded.

“Oops,” Spider-Man said after a few seconds of both of you staring at the fries. “That was not on purpose, just saying.”

You steadied your breathing for multiple reasons. One, he scared the shit out of you. Two, you didn’t expect to run into Spider-Man ( a single girl hoped, but didn’t think it would happen); and three, you weren’t all dolled up ready to impress. You were comfortable, casual, and were not on your A-game for flirting.

Then again, you weren’t on your A-Game last night when you were drunk.

“Spider-Man,” you began cautiously. “What can I do for you?”

“Oh, you know, I was in the neighborhood, just swinging around, thought I’d check up on you” he replied. “Sorry about the frites. If it’s any consolation, they smelled great.”

You sighed heavily, “Thanks. Um…” you stared at him wondering what to do next. You weren’t prepared for this! You couldn’t even see his face to get any sort of social feedback from him. “I guess I’ll just go —“

“You’re gorgeous,” he blurted out so suddenly that you were frozen as you stared at him. “Sorry. I had to say it. I didn’t want to say it last night — I mean, I did, but you were drunk, so it felt weird if I told you that. It gave me the ick thinking about it. Not that you give me the ick. You give me the opposite of the ick. The ‘ugh’, as in ‘ugh, she’s so beautiful’ sort of thing. I’m digging myself a hole, aren’t I? This did not go according to plan. Can I start again? Hi, I’m Spider-Man, and I think you’re stunning.”

Who the fuck was this guy?

What sort of costumed superhero just casually hangs upside down beside someone, makes them lose their fries, then compliments them in the most awkward and endearing way possible. What were you supposed to do with this? How could one possibly have any way to react to this? Were you just supposed to tell him that you thought his spandex made him look sexy and —

“I like your gimp suit,” you blurted out.

Jesus fucking Christ.

You listened to him chuckle, watching as he slowly lowered himself more until eyes were perfectly level with yours, “I’d really like to kiss you, Ms. Stark.”

Your throat went dry, “Me? Spider-Man wants to kiss me?”

“If you’d let him,” he replied smoothly.

What was happening! Why did it suddenly feel like Spider-Man was you, and you were Peter whenever you flirted with him? Your heart was racing, your forehead was sweating, and your throat was so dry you thought you were going to choke yourself in anticipation. You squeaked as your arm came up so you could wipe your greasy, fry-tasting lips with the sleeve of your hoodie.

Spider-Man chuckled, “May I?”

“Okay,” you nodded urgently. “But you’re upside down, so, like ,how are you gonna —“

“Patience, Ms. Stark. I’ve got you,” Spider-Man said cooly as he lowered himself just a little more so his lips were level to yours. He lowered his mask just above his top lip before leaning towards you. Carefully, you leaned just a little bit closer until your lips were touching. You, for once, were shy, awkward, I mean, you’d never kissed a superhero before and you were one. Now you were kissing a masked man upside down? It was insane.

But, you were into it.

He hummed into the kiss as you gently cupped his face for stability. Your lips parted and you could feel the teasing sweep of his tongue against them before he chuckled and nipped your lip.

What was this fire you were feeling inside? Oh, yes, falling immediately into a probably unhealthy obsession with a masked man just based on his kissing ability alone. Is that what kissing people you were interested in should’ve been like all this time, that instant fire and feeling like you were floating in the clouds? Or was this simply crippling anxiety coupled with the act of faux-arrogance melting away?

You pulled away with a string of saliva connecting the two of you until it popped. You exhaled slowly, your hand coming up to rest over your heart as you reluctantly let go of his face, “Oh, wow,” you breathed.

“Wowza,” he hummed, suddenly sinking more and more until he unceremoniously snapped off his own web and fell on the ground.

He groaned as he lay on the ground in a heap before jumping up to his feet again and towering over you. Spider-Man moved closer towards you, head tilting down and to the side as he studied you. You held your breath as you gazed up at him and wondered what more he wanted from you.

“You’re more amazing than a guy could ever imagine, Ms. Stark,” he hummed as he fixed his mask and lowered it once more. “Why don’t we —“ suddenly his head snapped to the side as his spider senses began to tingle. “I have to go. We’ll pick this up again,” his hand came to gingerly hold your chin affectionately as he shot a web to the building with his other hand. “Stay safe for me.”

You watched him effortlessly leap into the air and swing away towards the danger. Your legs were like jelly as you slipped backwards a little and leaned against the wall for support. Was Spider-Man always this smooth? Who gave the man the right to be that smooth at all?

~*~

Meanwhile, the second he felt like he was far enough away, Spider-Man screamed in delight. He still had it in him! He was shocked! Then again, it was always so much easier to act out his desires and throw all caution to the wind and release his inhibitions. No one would see the dorky Peter Parker and see how much of a dweeb he actually was. They saw a hero, the cool, heroic, funny guy that was Spider-Man. This was so much easier, and considering he thoroughly blew it with you in the supermarket, this was his only remaining chance with you, and it seemed to be working wonderfully.

~*~

Upon returning to the tower, you ignored the sounds of Sam and Steve arguing over the original release date of Snow White in theaters. You didn’t care. You were floating as you shuffled your way to the kitchen, opened the freezer, and grabbed your favorite pint of ice cream. When you turned around, you screamed seeing Clint standing right behind you, eyes narrowed as he studied you closely. However, you were so frightened by him that you squeezed the carton, and with your powers, made the ice cream explode over the both of you.

Clint’s eyes remained narrowed as he grabbed a chunk of the ice cream off of his shoulder and ate it, “Did you get laid?”

“What? No.”

“You’re glowing and totally didn’t see me coming,” he pointed out. “What happened?”

“Nothing!”

“You also forgot my fries.”

“Clint—“

“You have to tell me or I’m going to tell Steve you had a sex dream about taking his virginity when you two first met,” Clint whispered.

“I will end you,” you growled. “Fine. Don’t say anything, okay?”

“I won’t, scout’s honor. I mean, I wasn’t a scout. I was a filthy carnie, but you get the idea of it. What’s up?”

“I kissed Spider-Man.”

Clint balked, the ice cream dripping down the both of your faces as he screamed, “You kissed Spider-Man!?”

A few seconds later, you heard your father’s voice over the intercom system, “My kid did what?! Wow, I’m so proud!”

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BAAOA -Part 1 (The Meet)

Characters: Y/N, Tony Stark, Steve Rogers, Natasha Romanoff, Wanda Maximoff, Sam Wilson, and Vision

Synopsis: Meeting the Earth’s Mightiest Hero’s

Warnings: The bold letters are the readers thoughts. Otherwise, none?

Word Count: 933 (Thought this would be longer)

a/n: Also, Gifs aren’t mine.

You sneak behind the door

“Y/n, here’s no point in trying to hide I know it's you“ Tony said

Not coming out of your hiding place nor responding you sneak deeper into the poorly lit hallway suddenly bumping into someone

Your eyes widen turning around quickly to try and cancel out the noise but its already too late

“ooof“

You hear the figure say

“shhh“ you whispered as quietly as you could holding your index finger to your mouth

“Y/N you don’t actually believe you can scare me, right?“ Tony says his voice getting closer

“So i’m guessing your Y/n??“

You put your hand up to their mouth

“mmm!“

Holding his arms out in surrender “MMK“

“nice try, Y/N“ you heard a stern voice from behind you say

“Uggghhh so close“ you say annoyed, glaring at the person in front of you

You turn around and smile genuinely happy just annoyed that you couldn't surprise him

“TONY!!!!“ you hug him

“Hey kiddo“ he says spinning you around

“You have a kid?!?”

Both of you turn around forgetting there’s somebody else in the room.

You glare at him while Tony introduces you guys

“Y/n, this is Sam Wilson“ he says

“Wilson, this is y/n”

“Your kid??!!” Sam says utterly bemused

“My niece“ Tony clarifies

“ouch“ you scoffed trying not to laugh

“you didn't let me finish“ he says pretending to be annoyed

“Sorry continue great sir“ You bow mockingly

He turns serious facing Sam “She’s like a daughter to me and we all know what a flirt you are but hurt her and you're in trouble with me.”

“Got it“ Sam says

“He's joking” you say as Tony walks away but turns back when he realizes you aren’t behind him

“I can kick your ass myself” you say walking toward Tony but turning back to look at Sam

“Got it“ Sam says surrendering with his hands up

The Next Day

“So you ready to meet the team?“ Tony asks you outside the door of the conference room

“Ye-Yeah“ you say, your breath shaking

Tony looks at you concerned

“You know, we can do this another time.You don’t have to meet earth's mightiest heroes when you know Iron Man.“

You smile

What if they hate me? What if they laugh at me?

“Look, for what it's worth you’re one of my favorite people“ he says as if reading your mind

“That’s because you have to, we’re family“ you laugh the tension in your chest easing a bit

“What’s that got to do with anything?“ he says raising an eyebrow

“Ok i’ll give you that one“ a small smile appearing on your face

“You ready?“

You take a deep breath in

“yeah, let’s do this“

“Plus, even you should know that even if we weren’t family I have very high standards“ he says looking back at you and opening the conference room door

You laugh, finally feeling the clenching hand on your chest let go. Still nervous but not anxious you walk into the conference room and turn to face the team as you hear Tony say

“Guys I called this meeting because there’s someone I want you to meet“

All the conversation stop and all eyes turn to Tony but he looks at you

Breathe

“Hi” you say making all eyes turn to you

“Y/n!!“ you hear a familiar voice say

“Sam“ you say glaring at him jokingly

“Is that your name?“ a girl says smiling, helping you feel at ease

“Yeah, my name is y/n. I’m Tony’s niece. My mother was his sister.“

“You had a sister?“ You hear another girl say with her arms crossed, making her look intimidating

“Yes geez, I don’t have to tell you guys everything. Just wanted to introduce her because she’ll be staying with us“

“Well, I’m Wanda“ says the girl who’s smile put you at ease

“Steve Rogers“ you hear a guy with dirty blonde hair say

“Name’s Natasha Romanoff“

“Vision“

“and your friend Sam, of course“

You laugh

“How do you guys know each other?“ you hear Steve and Nat say

“Sorry don’t take it personally, if you couldn’t tell from before Nat likes knowing everything but Steve’s just curious“ Wanda says

“Its okay, We actually met yesterday“ you say

“Yeah I was walking in the hallway yesterday all peaceful when I was suddenly attacked“ Sam says

You roll your eyes unable to contain the chuckle that escapes

“Oh so its like that”

“Just being honest“ he says holing his hands up and shrugging his shoulders, feigning innocence

“I was trying to surprise Tony when this annoying voice alerted Tony of my presence“

“Well this competition ought to be fun“ Tony says rolling his eyes

Steve chuckles shaking his head and Nat smirks

“Before I forget kiddo there one other person who you haven’t met“

You look at him waiting for him to continue

“Sergeant James Barnes, he’s on assignment right now so you won’t get to meet him till later“ Tony says

“Or ever, considering how much he likes to spends his alone“ Sam says

“Where is she gonna sleep, Tony?“ Vision says

Tony let you slept at a hotel last night knowing how useless it would be to argue with you

“There’s a spare room on the first floor“

“but if you want top floor i’ll trade with you“ Wanda says

“Is it really the first floor if the floor is still above other floors?“ Vision asks lost in thought

They both look at you questioningly

“It's okay i’ll take the first floor“

Here goes nothing

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My Wife [Natasha]

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Summary : Y/N the adoptive daughter of Clint Barton got rejected multiple time by the Black Widow, the best friend of his dad

Pairing : Natasha Romanoff x Fem ! Reader

Warning : Cursing, depression

Word count : 5059

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"Here she is....AAAAHHHHH HERE'S MY WIFE." You beam while jumping up and down a little bit once you get up from the couch, pointing to Natasha, who just entered the living room from her room.

A series of laughs, especially from your father, Clint, who is happy to see you with this enthusiasm just by Natasha walking into the same room as you are, already gives you so much joy that it hurts to think to himself

"Arghh........please Y/N, I'm not your wife," Natasha groaned, going to the kitchen that's attached to the living room and getting a glass of white wine.

Pfff, yes, you are, even though I haven't put the ring on those beautiful, slender fingers of yours. You're my wife already........I know it," you said with a giggle, then ran to her.

"Stop, please, Y/N, I'm not your wife nor your girlfriend; for god's sake, I'm way older than you." You just ignored her sentence and hugged her from behind. Since she's taller than you, you cuddled your face on her back.

"Y/N," she sighs, taking your arms around her and pushing you gently.

"Come on, don't make your wife sad and pouty." You pout and give her puppy eyes, but she just rolls her eyes. She's already annoyed and already at her limit, but she just controls herself so she doesn't snap at you.

Natasha is already pissed and stressed by the paperwork. Fury gave it to her yesterday, and she still has one pile of it that needs to be done by tomorrow. This makes her beyond pissed, so your teasing and calling her wife makes her irritated, and the teasing by the team didn't help.

"Come on, Nat, don't make your little missy sad and pouty. Tony teases with a smirk and wiggles his eyebrows when Natasha's eyes and Tony's meet while you look over your shoulder and wink at them. That makes me giggle more.

"Nat, don't make my daughter, or should I say your wife, sad and pouty; you're going to regret it," Clint, your father, teases while drinking beer, and Natasha looks at him in disbelief.

'Seriously, you're pairing your daughter with me, your best friend, who's 15 years older than her?! ' Natasha asked herself and huffed.

Seriously, Clint, that's your daughter for god's sake," Natasha said in disbelief, and the team laughed while you just smiled at her innocently, hands held together in front of you, swayed your top body from right to left, and looked up at her eyes, and she scoffed.

"Argh....I don't have time for your bullshit," she spat, and she just left with her PB&J and her white wine, going back to her room.

"Another time," you whisper to yourself, a little hurt, then go back to joking with the team.

—

You're brushing your hair in front of your mirror on the vanity table while drying it. The only thing that's covering your naked body is your undergarment underneat the towel wrapped around your chest down to your mid-thighs when there's a knock on your door.

"Come in!" You shout with one closed eye, drying your front upper hair. That's when you saw Natasha enter your room in her black sexy dress, revealing her upper boobs and hugging her figures.

This makes you smile widely. Seeing your wife—well, not technically, but for you, she's your wife—wearing this beautiful dress and coming to your room here in the compound makes you flutter, so I put down the hair dryer, then turn around my chair, flashing her my wide smile.

"Arghh......will you cut that fucking grin of yours? You look creepy," she spat, but you ignored it and stood up, still smiling.

"Did you dress for me? Awww, you should inform me that we're going on a date." You fake pout, then run to her and hug her.

"Argh, get off of me, and no, I'm not going out with you; I'm here because I have something to tell you." Then she pushes you away, then crosses her arms across her chest, which makes her boobs get bigger, so I smirk and wiggle my eyebrows.

"Aww are you going to confess to me? That's sweet, but no need; I told you you were my wife, so it's—" she quickly cut me off with a harsh tone.

"No, and I'm here to tell you to stop calling me your wife; I am not, and stop going around and telling people that you're my wife because that's a lie," she said with gritted teeth and piercing angry eyes, looking at your soul.`

"I'm. Not. Your. Wife...............I don't fucking like you, your just a young woman who seeks attention to everybody, you're ruining everything, even my date, you little shit, just accept the fact that I'm not into you, you little attention seeker, she spat, the anger of her now spilling out, and this makes you shrink.

"You're out of my league; for God's sake, I don't need nor want a burden like you in my life, so fucking stop, you people's pleaser, bullshit!" she screams and gets out of your room, slamming the door shut on the way.

You just stand there, looking at the wall in front of you where she was previously standing, and a single tear falls down, followed by another tear. You're breathing heavily, and the towel around you makes you feel like it's trapping you tightly.

So you take it off, throw it away somewhere in your room, and start to claw your throat down your chest, crumble down on the floor, and crawl backwards until your bare back gets contact with your bed.

"Air... air...I-I....ne-need air," you rasp out, breathing heavily. Your neck and chest already have an angry red line, and you keep kicking the floor and squirming in your seat.

"Air......" Tears stream down your face as you try to get as much air as you can, but then there's another knock on your door.

"Y/N/N? Honey, are you alright? I heard some noises." Your Dad knocks, waiting for your response, but that didn't come; instead, a series of noises like someone keeping banging the wall or floor

"Honey?" Clint grows worried, so he quickly opens the door and finds you on the floor, gasping for air.

"Honey, oh god, breathe, baby, breathe," he said, taking you in his arms, holding you tightly, and putting your head on his chest.

"Listen to my heart and follow my breathing, baby," and Clint takes deep breaths while rubbing your back until your breathing is back to normal. Because of what happened, your body gives up, and you fall asleep in your father's embrace.

—

After what happened, you still call Natasha your wife, and this makes Natasha pissed off every time; even seeing your face already pissed her off. Of course, your father, Clint, didn't know what happened that night; all he knew was that you had a panic attack.

You don't want to cause any trouble between your Dad and his best friend, slash your ultimate crush—no, you've fallen for them—so you just make excuses and lie about the panic attack almost every night so you wouldn't cause any chaos on the team.

"Are you ready?" your father asked you when you came into the living room, bags in your hands.

"Yeah, I think all of my things are packed." You give him a sweet smile, so he nods.

"Ok, let's go; we're heading out now, guys. Bye." You two said your goodbyes to the team and waved at them. You turned around to go to the Quinjet but stopped when one voice bid them farewell.

"See you next week." You both looked back and saw Natasha just entering the living room.

"Yeah, see you next week, my wife." You wiggle your eyebrows again, and she instantly rolls her eyes, already pissed.

"Just get out of my hair for god's sake," she mumbled to herself, which no one heard, but you read her lips, so you just smiled at her.

"Don't miss me too much, ok? I'll just be gone for a week. Now be careful, my wife." You bid your good-bye with your father to Natasha and go to the quinjet, going home to your family that you missed.

—

A week and days go by, but Clint still hasn't come back to the compound with you, but the team understands when Clint informs them that he or you two can't come back just yet.

Well, you're not really a part of the Avengers (Your father didn’t let you just yet), but you grew up with them since Clint adopted you when they saw you—a 14-year-old girl trapped in a cell of a Hydra facility—so they took care of you, and Clint and Laura adopted you.

"Clint?" The two married couples look at the doorway when they hear a knock on the door followed by Natasha's voice.

"Nat? What are you doing here?" Clint asked once he opened the door, stepping aside to let Natasha get inside his house.

But Natasha quickly frowned, and then she got greeted with pure silence; not even Lila, Cooper, and Nathaniel greeted her, especially you, who show enthusiasm when you see her, but no, it's a complete silence, like only Clint or Laura are the only people in the house.

"Nat," Laura greeted her with a hug, and she returned it.

"What are you doing here? Not that I don't want you here," Clint said, and they sat on the couch while Laura made coffee.

"I'm worried; it's nearly two weeks and you and Y/N still haven't stepped foot in the compound." Clint looked back over his shoulder at his wife, and they exchanged looks.

"What? What is it?" Natasha quickly asked, knowing that something was definitely wrong.

"Clint." Laura nods at Clint as her husband sighs.

"It's Y/N." Then he stands up.

"Follow me." Natwsha quickly stood up, and she followed her best friend with her heart pumping.

"I don't know how you will react, but hold yourself together," Clint said, and with that, they opened your bedroom door, and there you are, laying in your bed, back facing them.

"What about her?" Natasha asked, seeing that there's nothing wrong but you're just lying down in your bed.

Clint nods at Nat towards you, so she walks around your bed just to find you, looking at the wall blankly, eye bags under your eyes; you're smaller, and now you're skinny as she last saw you, and you didn't hold a single emotion; it's all blank.

She gasps at it and steps her foot back, shocked at what she saw—the once-held beauty of a beautiful smile and the spark in your eyes every time she sees you are long gone.

This isn't what she expects when she steps foot on the farm. The first time she steps foot on the Barton's resident, she feels something isn't right.

Because every time she would pay a visit, even if she was far away, you could sense it and quickly run to her and greet her with a warm hug.

She should know better to know something is definitely wrong from the first time she feels something's not right, which was a week ago, two days after that night.

"Hey...Y/N?" Natasha whispers, slowly walking towards you and crouching down to your level.

Natasha bites her lower lips when she doesn't get any reaction or a single move out of you; you're just there, laying down, looking into nothing.

"Y/N/N... he-hey...please look at me," Natasha whispered, softly touching your arm, but still nothing. She bit her lips harder and looked at Clint, and the couple just shook their heads.

"Clint, tell me, Natasha begged, walking towards them, so Clint pulled her out of the room and closed the door.

"I don't know Nat, I-" Clint sighs, closing his eyes. It breaks him to see his daughter like this.

"It's just one day she's like that," Laura continued, eyes full of worry and sadness.

"When we got home, she was so jolly, and then after two days, she's just like that. I should have known that something was wrong the first time I noticed she was so jolly." Clint holds his wife's hand tightly, and Laura squeezes it back.

"What? What do you mean, Clint?" Natasha grows so anxious that she starts to rub her hand on her jeans.

"She has depression, Nat; she always has." Natasha gasps at hearing the new information and looks back at your closed door.

"It's my fault," she whispered to herself, tears running down her cheeks.

"I want to stay.......here?" She looked at the couple and wiped her tears.

"Until Y/N is better.....please" She clenches her hand with her nail digging into her palm, and the couple sigh, nodding.

—

Since the day Natasha knew about you, she has stayed by your side and refused to leave you. She will tell you how beautiful the weather is or how beautiful the night sky is. She will also tell you stories and read books while she lies beside you, but mostly she's hugging you tightly. When the night comes, once your eyes are closed, her tears run down, wetting your pillow, and she quietly sobs while hugging you tightly, telling you how sorry she was.

"Y/N/N, I have some of your favorite Y/F/S," Natasha beams, entering your room, and she sees you there, sitting up on your bed, which makes her stop.

Y/N-," she quickly runs to you, puts the snacks on your bedside table, and helps you up because she knows you always lose balance.

"Going to the bathroom?" You just shook your head and pointed to the window.

Out," you whisper in horse, and this surprises Natasha, because after weeks of trying to make you say a single word or a letter, you finally spoke, but she quickly gets out of her trace and nods happily.

Ok." With that, she helped you go out and sit in the rocking chair.

"Wh-what do you want to do?" Natasha asked carefully, looking at your side profile.

You didn't answer back; instead, you just looked at the dogs playing in the field—the three dogs you love, and one of them is the one you saved from the explosion.

"Ok, I'll just get us snacks and drinks." With that, Natasha left with a little smile on her face.

You've been improving for over 3 weeks; you've improved a lot more than the first time she saw you; you've been eating at least 2 times a day, even if it's just a few spoonfuls of food; you've been starting to acknowledge your surroundings, answering them with a nod or shook of your head; your pale skin is now gaining color; and now, you want to get up and go out to look outside, which is a kind of big step in your stage.

"Ok, here are the snacks," Natasha said, resting the snacks and drinks on the table. You look at her and nod.

Thanks," she smiled, nodding at you.

"You're welcome" and means that you start to eat the snacks little by little.

"Ca-can..." you whisper and grab a drink. Natasha waits until you take a sip of water.

"Can...you tell me a story?" She smiles and nods, happy that you're finding some comfort in her stories.

"Of course." With that, she starts another story of her life before they meet you and rescue you.

In some point you're loving the stories she's telling you, specially when she tell you the stories of her sister Yelena in the Red Room, you even request it to her to tell you stories with Yelena in Red Room, you don't know but knowing someone suffer the same pain and having a similar backstories/past is bringing you comfort, that your not the only one who go through it all

But for Natasha, she doesn't want to share it; she still struggles to open up about her past. It's hard for her, but seeing you wanting to know it and the feeling of getting it out without judgment feels too good, so she learns to open up to you and let herself be vulnerable.

Slowly, you're getting better, and sometimes you're smiling too. You're joining them at the dining table and listening to their jokes. You even join them on movie nights. Either your siblings will cuddle you or Natasha.

"Dinner's ready!" Laura shouts, smiling that her eldest daughter is starting to go back to them again.

Hey, dinner's ready; do you want to eat now or later?"Natasha asked, looking at your side profile while you looked up at the calm night sky with various stars and your eyes sparkling while watching.

"Let's go." You look at her and nod, so you two go to the dining table and see everybody already sitting there, waiting for you two.

"Sissy, look, it’s your favorite," Lila said with a smile and pointed to the dish, so you smiled at her.

"Yeah, it is, thanks mom," you smile at Laura, and she stops herself to shed a tear and nod at you.

"You're welcome, my sweetheart." With that, you all pray and start eating while joking around.

D-dad," you giggle for the first time, and all of them look at you with shock and a smile on their faces.

"Yo-you..." you smile and point to his chest.

"You have crust on your chest," you say, and he looks down and gasps dramatically.

"Oh, silly me, hahaha.......I'm such a clumsy person," he mocks one of those girls in the movie who acted in such a precious move, and this makes you giggle more.

"My wife's giggling." Natasha can't help but miss how enthusiastic you are around her, especially when you call her your wife. She misses it, and deep down in her, she likes it—no, she loves it; she just doesn't want to admit it.

But this causes your smile to drop, and you look down on your food and take a small bite. With this, they all look at you, and Natasha grows worried, already regretting what she said.

"I'm not your wife," you coldly reply, and Natasha's heart clenches, so she just nods and tries not to show how hurt she is.

Now she knows how it feels to be rejected, and now she knows that this feeling is always lingering on her every day, hour, or minute, and it hurts her like hell.

"Oh...so-sorry-" she said, getting cut off when you stood up to leave.

"Wait, where are you going, honey?" Clint asked, standing up and going around the table.

"Up to my room." You refuse the help of your father and go up to your room by yourself.

This makes Natasha shrink in her seat, look down on her food, and clench her hand that's holding the utensil.

I-I. I'm sorry, Clint.....I-I fucked up again," Natasha whispered, and she quickly stood up to leave before anyone in the family could say a word.

"Nat wait—" Clint got stopped by his wife.

"Let her be for now, Clint; she needs space." Clint looks at his wife, worried. They both know how guilty Natasha is of what she had done before, and Natasha thinks she deserves to be blamed even though the couple didn't blame her.

She just needs something to hold on to to blame, and that's what she chooses; that's her way to cope up and fight for you, and the thought that she fucked up again didn't sit well on her mind; it keeps messing with her head.

Now, you're sitting in your chair, looking out the window, while Natasha takes a ride on her big bike, going as far away from you as she can. She just can't stand to be near you right now, so while she's driving, she keeps wiping her tears until she's out of town and parks at the nearby gas station.

She looks at the empty street and the night sky. She sighs before going inside the store and buying a pack of cigarettes, a lighter, and gum.

"Why do you have to be stupid and ruin the best things in your life, Natalia? she hissed to herself once she got out of the store.

going far enough in the gas station with her bike and lighting her cigarette, looking up at the night sky, who shine with the stars

"It is really beautiful," she whispers to herself, only appreciating the night sky now. At first, she doesn't get why people, or specifically you, love looking up at the night sky. Even in the compound, she always finds you at night on the rooftop, laying down with the blanket on the floor and looking up, or at the edge of the building, feet swinging back and forth while looking up.

Now she knows why the silence, the calmness, and the beauty of the night help you and calm you down in times like this and especially make you realize some things you are constantly denying and what you've done and make your mind clear.

After a few sticks of cigarette while looking at the night sky, she starts to feel a raindrop starting to fall down and a thunder sound can be heard in the place, so she quickly steps on the cigarette.

She hops on her bike to go back to Barton's house before the rain gets worse, or at least she wishes, but she's so wrong because she's just driving back for over 5 minutes when the heavy raindrops start to fall down, soaking her wet.

Once she got back, she was drenched from head to toe inside her boots, and it was cold as hell, so she quickly got inside, taking her boots and jacket off.

"Nat?" Natasha stops and looks forward to seeing Clint, Laura, and you sitting on the couch.

"So-sorry about the floor," She whispers, and Laura gives her a towel.

"That's ok, go and dry yourself." She nodded and went upstairs to take a quick warm shower and change into her pajamas. Once she got out of her room, Clint was waiting for her with a crossed arm. At this point, she understands if he wants her to go back to the compound tomorrow morning.

"Clint look," she started, but he cut her off.

"I trust you, Nat; I trust you with Y/N's life; I don't know what I'm going to do; I can't read her; and she refuses every help we offer her; she just wants to be on the couch." Clint looks up at her with pleading eyes.

"Please....try Nat," he said, Nat looking at him hesitantly.

"It's not your fault, Nat; trust me when I say It's not your fault." She shook her head, not believing him.

"You're her light in her dark mind; you're keeping her alive. She saw something in you that saved her. You saved her so many times in any way you could possibly save her." She looked into his eyes with teary eyes.

"I want my Y/N back, the jolly one. But you're the only one who can bring her back. Please, Nat '' Nat plays with her tongue on her right inner cheek while nodding.

"I'll try..." With that, she composes herself and goes down where you are, passing Laura on the way.

"Hey...Y/N/N?" she asked softly, like the first time you look over your shoulder for a second and go back looking at the movie playing in front of you with the lowest volume, so she sat beside you.

"Can you tell me your story again, the one with Yelena?" you asked, still looking at the TV.

"Yeah, ok." Natasha sighs and starts to tell you her story of how the Red Room is programmed and how she needs to fight for her and Yelena.

"What happened to Yelena?" Natasha can't find a word, not a single one; she just shuts her mouth. She doesn't know how to answer your question.

Even though she and her sister are reunited and in a good relationship, she just can't accept the fact that she escaped the Red Room without her, so she just leaves Yelena alone.

"I-she..." she said, looking down on her hand.

"Did you leave with her?" She could feel your gaze on her, so she closed her eyes and shook her head.

"No," Natasha looked up to you, but you shook your head, going back to watch the movie. Natasha thought it was her cue to leave you alone, so she stood up and turned around to leave.

"I am her," you said while still watching, and Natasha looked back at you with a frown.

"What?" She waited for you to talk again, now facing you.

"I am Yelena," you whisper, fidgeting your hand, so Natasha sat beside you again, looking closely at your side profile.

"I was left behind too..............by my older sister," Natasha gasped, biting her lips.

"She left me behind the four walls of the cell in Hydra...............she just used me to get her way out there." You look at Natasha for a second and go back to the movie. Natasha is shocked to learn this story.

No one on the team, even your parents, knows this; all they know is that you're the only one left alive from the Hydra experiments; they didn't know that you have a sister.

"Wh-what happened to her?" Natasha wants to hold you, but she doesn't know if you want that.

"I don't know, but one day when I'm in training, they just throw her dead body in front of me, telling me that I will end up the same as my sister if I try to escape." You stand up and go outside on the porch, so Natasha follows you behind.

"I don't know what I should feel.........I'm-......I'm not allowed to feel anything." You start to go down the stairs of the porch.

"Y/N, wait, no, you're going to get yourself soaked." Natasha tries to get you back to the porch, but you're already down on the grass, where your body is starting to get soaked.

"I didn't know that I was bottling it up..........I don't know what feelings or emotions are." Natasha doesn't have any choice, so she follows you.

"Until I meet you and the team..........you all show me what emotion is." You stop in the middle of the field, 30 feet away from your house, and the fact that you're starting to shiver makes Natasha notice it, so she grows worried.

Y/N, you're going to get sick; please let's get back." She stands beside you. You smile, looking up and letting the raindrop fall on your face.

"And I hate it............" You look at her with teary eyes and a smile.

"At first, because that's where I start to feel the grief, betrayal, guilt, sadness, loneliness, depression, and how much of a monster I am—" your tears start to roll down your eyes, but even if they're running down your checks with the raindrop, Natasha knew you're crying.

"Y/N" Natasha is going to hug you, but she stops when you talk again.

"But I am grateful and happy because... over my entire life, I finally know and feel what happiness is and what love means." That's when Natasha hugs you, rubbing your back.

"But it's too much......I don't want to feel it anymore. It hurts." You sob on her shoulder.

Natasha's own tears roll down her cheeks while she shushing you, holding you, and comforting you while you sob, letting go of every emotion you bottled up.

"Let it all out, baby. Let it all out. I'm here. I'm not going to leave. Just let it all out." Natasha whispers in your ear while you hold on to her shirt tightly like your life depends on it.

"I hate it." Your sob subsides a little, and you tuck your head on her neck, already tired, and keep whispering, 'I hate it.

"I know...shhh, I know. I know, love. I know," she whispers, running her hand over your hair.

"Help me," you whisper, looking up at her eyes, so when she meets your eyes, she smiles and nods, happy that you're opening yourself to her and letting her in.

"I will.....I will be by your side every step of the way. Ok, cause I love you so much. I'm not going to leave you, ok?" your lips starting to quiver while looking up at her eyes.

"You love me?" A spark in your eyes didn't go unnoticed by Natasha, and she smiled, nodding.

"Of course, I'm your wife, and I'm going to put a ring on those gorgeous fingers someday." Natasha kissed your forehead, and she saw Clint running in your direction with two towels and one umbrella.

"Now let's go inside; you're shivering. You're going to get cold." You again buried your face on her chest while shaking your head, making her chuckle.

"But I like the rain," and that's when Clint quickly put the umbrella under your heads.

"Oh my god.......I thought something happened to the both of you!" Clint exclaimed, putting the umbrella he's using between his shoulders and checking while wrapping the towel around the both of you.

Dad," and you hug him, so he hugs you back tightly; it's been a while since he's been able to hug you.

"Let's go home now, sweetheart." With that, Clint wrapped his arm around your shoulder and led you and Natasha back to the house.

—

Since then Natasha always with you, she still read you book, tell you stories and help you every ups and downs on your life, she even take you for a ride every now and then, going into different places where she knows you will love and she even give you flowers even if she just steal some on the garden of your parents or someone else

With the help of your now-lover and your family, the team is constantly visiting you, and you've healed from a big rough patch.

Hey, you leave me for a sec there? "You snapped out of your thoughts, looking at your girlfriend for over 6 months now, who's been lying beside you in your sahred bed, in your shared bedroom; it's actually Natasha's bedroom, but she insists that you should move in, so every time you're in the compound, your room is Natasha's.

"Sorry" you whisper with a shy smile.

"That's ok, my love." She smiled, then started to tickle you.

"It's a tickle monster," she said, and she started to tickle your stomach, which made you squeal and try to get out of her grip.

"St-stop Natty... please," you laugh out loud, pushing her hand away.

"What? I can't hear you!"You scream when her fingers start to tickle your most ticklish spot, which is your armpit.

"NAAATTYYYY!" You scream, and she suddenly stops looking down at you, and you pant heavily.

"You ok?" she asked, taking a deep breath to get some needed air.

"Yeah," you look up and giggle, then her dementor changes; she looks like she is thinking deeply while examining your face structure.

"Nat?" you whisper, putting your hand on her right check. She sighs and leans on your hand.

"You look like an angel, my darling, and I really love you so much," she whispered, kissing your palm and laying down beside you, pulling you in so now your back is facing her, cuddling, her being the big spoon and you're the small spoon.

"And I really love you too, my big bear," You whisper, hugging her arm that's wrapped around your waist.

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Cruelty Is An Art Form Pt. 4

Natasha Romanoff x Reader

Word Count- 4,722

Summary- Your the daughter of one of New York’s most known Mob leaders. Unfortunately, you’ve caught the attention of New York’s most feared Mob leader, Natasha Romanoff.

Warnings- 18+ fic, minors DNI, Smut, Mean Mob Nat, Mentions of killing, confusing relationships dynamics/ feelings, descriptions of violence (noting too bad)

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If a few days ago you had even a fleeting thought that you might be in this situation right now you would have admitted yourself for a voluntary seventy two hour hold. Natasha Romanoff, THE Natasha Romanoff, the mob boss, mass serial killer, ruthless, cold hearted woman that she is, just introduced you to her “babushka’ as her finance.

Eh, no. No thank you. This has been quite enough insanity for one bad dream. You’d like to wake up now. Be back in your home in your nice, warm and comfortable bed with your favorite stuffie, the one you’ve had since you were thirteen years old, tucked between your arms and your chest, holding the bear close to your heart where it belongs. Giving you every ounce of comfort you will need once you wake from this nightmare any moment now.

Seconds pass and you just stand there in shock. Unmoving. Not saying a word.

For the other two people in the room the whole thing is a little awkward. You, however, are simply waiting until your brain decides to stop having a stroke and wake you from this madness.

Any second now. Just gonna wake up. With everything but subtlety you bring your left hand to your right forearms and pinch. Hard. You wince slightly at the pain but that's it. Nothing else happens. Not waking up? Okay then.

Natasha clears her throat and snaps you from your panicked state of delusion. Damnit. Why couldn’t you be dreaming.

You look to the redhead, the question of what the fuck is going on right at the tip of your toung ready to be unleashed. Natasha only has to raise her brow at you, daring you to open your mouth, to shut you up.

You let your mouth fall closed and you instinctively swallow your words, nodding vaguely in submission before turning your sights on the other, older, women in the room. You smile at her apologetically and do your best to smooth things over. “Hi.” You say, more awkwardly then you would have hoped to. So you clear your throat again. “Sorry. I’m just a little nervous.” You mumble, whipping your now sweaty hands on your pants.

“It’s so nice to meet you, dear.” The older woman says softly and you can see in her smile that she is doing her best to reassure you. She waddles toward you, well, more to do the old woman shuffle, and although you have no reason to fear her, you have to resist the urge to take a step back.

If the older woman notices your tense posture she chooses not to act on it, which you are grateful for, because the second she puts her arms around you in a warm embrace you feel the tightness in your chest ease. You all but melt in her comforting embrace and for a slip second it

makes you forget about the situation you're in.

It's the first time since you left that bar that you feel almost completely at ease. A tear wells up in your eye as you think of it, as you let yourself have this comfort. You might have even let that tear fall, let it track its way down your face as a sign of your exhaustion with the whole situation and the fear you feel.

But Natasha is looking at you with a tilt to her head, a curious look in her eyes and a soft smile on her lips. It almost looks as if she likes that you and her grandmother are getting along. Disgusting. If there was one thing in this life that you would absolutely NOT be doing, it would be causing that evil woman to smile that way. As if something inside her cold, dead, void of a heart might actually start beating again.

You glare at the woman and turn your face away, unable to look at her stupid green eyes anymore.

“It’s nice to meet you too, ma’am.” You say, pulling away from the embrace but the older woman keeps you in her grasp, her hands holding your forearms loosely.

“Oh please.” The woman scoffs lightheartedly, as if the two of you knew each other well. “Call me Galina. We are going to be family after all, are we not.”

You let out a nervous chuckle at her words, hoping for your sake that it sounds more like a genuine laugh. “I… suppose we are.” You smile at her, not completely hating the idea of being related to the woman, but her granddaughter? You’d rather sleep on a bed with nails then tie yourself to that woman in such a way.

Galina, gives your arms a comforting squeeze, sending you another smile before pulling away and moving in the direction of the living room. She stops just as she passes Natasha and reaches out to squeeze her arm, similarly to how she did yours.

“I like her, Natalia.” She says, in an approving manner. “She’s nice and very polite.” She leans in closer then, as if telling her granddaughter a secret. “And she’s very pretty.”

You smile at the woman bashfully for her comment, your eyes drifting from her to the redhead beside her when you feel green eyes looking at you.

“Yeah.” Natasha says, her eyes locked on you and looking strangely soft as she does. “She really is, isn't she.”

You blush at Natasha’s words and try to taper down the surge of self loathing you feel at the uncontrollable reaction you have to her. You suddenly find the floor very interesting and decide to examine the tile in favor of keeping your eyes away from the woman.

Galina pats Natasha on the arm then and shuffles off to the living room as if nothing had happened. Natasha waits for her granny to be out of the room before turning to you, one brow raised and a shit eating grin on her face as she takes in the sight of your blush tinted cheeks. She doesn’t say anything, but she doesn’t really have to. She seems to have this natural talent to annoy you without even saying a word.

She opens one arm out and gestures toward the hall Galina had disappeared down, silently commanding you to follow her. You narrow your eyes at the widow, making yourself look as annoyed with her as you can, while still trying to tamper down the red on your face. Wordlessly, you brush past her, making sure not to look at her and follow Galina into the living room.

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Natasha is sitting next to you on the couch, nearly on top of you with how close she is, her hand resting comfortingly, or threateningly, on your thigh. She’s leaning her side into yours, an easy, natural laugh passing her lips every so often and a permanent smile on her face.

Sometimes she runs her thumb over your thigh or squeezes the plush skin softly in her hold. You can’t help but let your eyes drift to the action each time, nor can you help it when your eyes drift to her face right after, or the immediate frustration you feel when you see that she’s already looking at you, an unfamiliar look on her face. Then, seconds later, a sly smile slides its way over her lips. Every. Single. Time.

Oh what you wouldn’t give to be able to just reach your hands up and whip that self assured, cocky look off her face. To just grab her and bash her head against the table. Harshly. Repeatedly. Until either she, or the table, breaks.

It seems as though your brain, all sides, rational and irrational, want the same thing and have decided to work against you for that common goal, because without even realizing it you’ve raised your hands to cup Natasha’s face. Her dark green eyes widen a fraction, her brows shooting up almost into her hairline.

You can see the confusion and intrigue swimming in her eyes. Dammit. You get lost in those graphic thoughts from seconds ago, staring into Natasha’s eyes. You could just tighten your hold on her and give her a good smack against the table in front of you. Or the back of the couch. Or your knee if you angled it just right. Or-

Natasha’s eyes slip closed, her head turning to nuzzle into your left hand and oh god. Why does she look so adorable right now? Without even realizing it you’d begun to rub your thumbs across her cheeks in a soothing motion. Your bodies are both turned to face each other fully, how did that happen, when did that happen.

You want to stop. You should stop. But she looks so comfortable, so content. A thought crosses your mind, when’s the last time anyones held her like this? And your heart cracks just a little, the solid ball of hatred you hold for her melting, even just slightly.

“Aww look at the two of you.” Galina, coos from her seat opposite to the one you and Natasha currently occupy. “You two truly make quite the pair.”

Thank god for this woman and her comments. The old woman's words bring you back to yourself, your hands retracting from the widow's face as though her skin and physically scorched you.

You send Galina what you hope is a polite, shy smile and lean back into the couch, brushing Natasha’s hand off your thigh inconspicuously in the process.

Natasha takes a few seconds before opening her eyes, allowing herself to enjoy the tingle your touch has left on her skin. When she does open her eyes she looks slightly out of it, but she doesn’t try to touch you again. She simply sits and makes polite small talk with her babushka, and sometimes you, until the woman decides to leave.

“It was lovely to meet you, dear.” Glina says, as you all stand at the front door saying your goodbyes. The old woman leans in to give you another hug, this time giving you a light squeeze as she does so.

“It was nice to meet you, Ms. Romanoff.” You say, quickly correcting yourself when you see the playful glare the old woman sends your way. “Right, Sorry. It was nice to meet you, Galina.”

The older woman pats your back in approval and pulls away smiling, making sure to send an appreciative wink your way before turning to take her granddaughter into her arms. Natasha seems to melt against the other woman, the tension in her body all but disappears the second she’s in her arms. Maybe she just has that magic effect on everyone.

The sight is almost endearing, if it didn’t spike an odd, unwelcome feeling in your chest. It makes a daunting realization fall on your shoulders with a weight you're not sure you’ve ever felt before.

Natasha is just a woman. Just a person, like you or anyone else. She’s a daughter. A granddaughter. She isn’t evil in its purest form. Not Satan made flesh. She wasn’t just dropped on this earth one day to test humanity. Yet she still commits the most heinous crimes. Kills in the most disturbing ways. Still finds art in her cruelty.

She tried to follow the warmth of your hand when you’d pulled away from her face earlier, you didn’t want to admit to yourself that you’d seen it, convinced yourself that it was a trick your eyes played on you. Because that would mean she needed something. Needed kind and gentle touch, human interaction beyond her work, her killing. Killing she enjoys, you remind yourself and push away the borderline hurt in your chest at the idea that Natasha might be touch starved.

Natasha pulls away from her grandmother after a minute and offers to drive her home herself, to “make sure she gets there safely.” There’s a smile on her face, a kind and caring one and a look in her eyes you can’t quite place. You would have never guessed her to be an attentive person, even towards her grandmother.

You have to look away from her, turning your head to the side before you can lose yourself trying any other traces of humanity in the redhead.

Natasha notices the movement out of the corner of her eye but she chooses not to comment on it, instead keeping her attention on the older woman in front of her, who is now telling Natasha that she worries far too much for her safety and she will be perfectly fine with her driver.

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“Why did you tell your grandmother we’re engaged?” You ask the second Natasaha comes back from walking her grandmother to the car, the door barely closed fully behind her.

Natasha sighs and leans her forehead against the cool glass of the door. She takes a deep breath, counting to ten in her head and trying to stave off the irritation she feels at your question. She turns from the door toward you, her eyes catching on the way your arms have crossed protectively over your chest, causing your breasts to peek out over your top.

“Natasha?” You push, snappily and Natasha has to yet again swallow her irritation in favor of keeping on your good side. Or as close to your good side as she can get. All she really needs is for you to be compliant, to not cause a fuss or get any ideas of running away. That would cause far too much of a headache then she could handle right now. But she wants more than that, so she has to behave herself, at least as much as she can. She does still have to teach you a lesson on teasing her though.

She wants to tell you exactly that. That you should just stop talking and get on your knees. Put your mouth to better use and fix her building frustrations by burying your tongue between her legs.

But in all honesty right now she’s a little too caught up in the fact that you’ve just said her name. Just let it roll off your tongue as if it's the most natural thing in the world. God what she wouldn’t give to hear you say it in much different circumstances. Though you do look cute being all mad at her, a downward, almost pouting lilt to your lips, your brows furrowed and your arms crossed over each other in a defensive stance.

Instead she lets an easy, teasing smile slider over her face. She watches amusedly as your eyes narrow at her, as if knowing she wasn’t about to give you any form of straight answer.

“Why were you so quick to play along, Angel?” She taunts, taking a teasing step toward you. “Do you like the idea of being my wife?” You visibly gulp at her words and a hot feeling flares in her stomach as she watches you falter and take a step back.

“What? No.” You answer, a consciously added tone of disgust in your voice as you watch her continue her stalk toward you and you continue to walk blindly back.

“See, I think you're lying, pretty girl.” She says, a lilt to her voice that makes you think she’s doing more than just teasing now, she’s daring you to disagree, challenging you to prove her wrong.

Your back hits a wall and your breath catches in your throat. You watch, frozen, as a sinister smile slides onto Natasha’s face, a borderline ravenous look in her eyes as she slowly takes you in, her tongue swiping over her lips, wetting them as if preparing to press them to something, anything, in a few moments. You don’t know if you want her to or not.

“I think you love the idea of being my pretty little wife.” She’s standing in front of you now, less than a shaky breath away, her chin tilted down slightly to be able to look you in the eye.

She leans forward, her hand landing with a silent thud against the wall right next to your head, the other hand makes its way from your thigh up tp your hip, starting out as a light touch, her finger tips barley grazing your skin, only for her hold to tighter, possessively, wantingly, when she finds the dib of your hip.

“You're delusional.” You bite back, having just about enough of this woman. She doesn’t get to force you into these situations and then tell you it's what you want, nor does she get to call you a liar for denying her.

“Oh?” She taunts, moving forward more, her body now mere inches from yours, effectively changing you in. “So you wouldn’t like to be my pretty little stay at home wife.” She raises her brow questioningly, a faux skeptical look on her face. “You don’t want to have absolutely no worries? Just let me take care of everything? Take care of you?”

Natasha traces the hand on your hip back down to your thigh, hooking her fingers under your knee and pulling your leg up to rest on her hip. Your eyes widen, her actions having left you more open to her, more vulnerable.

“I could spoil you, Angel. I’d do anything for you, get anything for you. Whatever your heart desires. Say it and it's yours.”

You should look away from her, you should WANT to look away from her. Avert your eyes from her dark green eyes and her full lips, the ends of them curled into a smirk. Something in your chest screams at you to look away, take your eyes off this demoness before she swallows you whole. She has too much power already, you don’t want to give her anymore. You won’t.

But with her standing this close you can feel the heat radiating off of her, see a look in her eyes that seems something scary like genuine. She steps closer, closing the gap between you, your heart now thudding so hard in your chest you're sure she must feel it against her own.

You watch as her eyes drop to your lips for a full three seconds, her tongue swiping at her own again, before her eyes flick back to yours. She removes her hand from the wall and brings it to cup your cheek, the warmth and gentleness of it taking you by surprise. She tilts her head down more, drawing her lips closer to yours, her eyes almost pleading as she whispers, her breath fanning across your face as she does. “Let me take care of you, Angel.”

You take a sharp intake of air and the following sound that passes your lips is entirely involuntary, only you're far too swept up in her to care. You see something pass through her eyes, there and go faster then you can decipher what it is or what it means. Then again, do you really care? With her standing so close, touching you so gently, holding you like this and saying all the right things.

“Please.” You whisper back, hoping she doesn't know how much you mean it. Hoping she doesn’t catch the hint of longing and submission in your voice.

Natasha smiles and leans in to let her lips hover over your, she barely lets them touch, just grazing them before moving to trace them over the skin of your cheek, over to your ear. She smirks to herself at the noise of protest you let out, wanting her lips on yours in a more forceful way.

“What's wrong, Angel?” She asks, knowing damn well what she's doing. She moves her kisses down your neck, smirking against your skin when she feels you tilt your head back, giving her more room to work. She feels your leg held on her hip tighten against her, one of your arms up around her neck, holding her close to you and a quiet moan falls past your lips when she nips at your pulse point. She doesn’t think this can get any better for her right now.

“Natasha.” You say breathly, a hint of neediness laced through her name. “Please.”

Jesus Christ. How is she meant to go through with this now? How is she meant to pull away when she knows that's just a taste of what she’ll get if she carries on. Fuck it. She can indulge herself a little longer.

“You want it, Angel?” You nod fervently, a whine bubbling up in your throat as you push your body more against hers.

Natasha pulls away, finding a sinister satisfaction in the desperate look on your face. “Say it.” She says, already catching the hesitation in your eyes. “Say you want me to fuck you.” You swallow at her words and finally find it in you to look away from her.

Natasha however only wants your eyes on her. In one fluid motion she has her leg slotted between yours, a delicious pressure hitting your core. You moan lowly and press yourself against her, giving your hips one greedy thrust against her.

She stops you with a hand on your hips and your eyes snap back to her. “Tell me or I’ll stop.” She says firmly.

“I- I want…” You manage to say but seem to lose your voice and find yourself unable to finish your sentence.

“You want what Angel? You want me to make you come?” Natasha says, moving down to place open mouth kisses on your neck, marking you as hers. “With my fingers?” She says between kisses. “My mouth?” Another kiss. “You’d feel so good coming apart on my tongue.” You groan at her words and try to grate your hips against her.

“Would you take my strap if I asked, Angel? Let me fill you like the good girl I know you want to be for me.” Your breath hitches at her words and Natasha makes a mental note to use your apparent praise kink against you whenever she can.

“Or maybe you're happy to come as you are. Riding my thigh just like a desperate little thing. You gonna make a mess on my new pants, angel?”

“Yes.” You gasp, the pressure between your legs becoming borderline unbearable. “Please let me ride your thigh Mo- Natasha. Please let me come.”

A sinister smile slides onto Natasha’s face, her hold on your hips loosening, allowing you to move a little. “Go ahead Angel. Make yourself feel good on mommy’s thigh.”

You moan loudly at her words, wasting absolutely no time before rolling your hips against her. Natasha watches in awe as you grind yourself against her, the need between her own legs building at the sight.

She tries to move her hand from your hip but your eyes snap to her with a pleading look and your hand grabs her wrist keeping it in place. “Guide me.” You say, no trace of embarrassment at voicing your needs and Natasha can’t help the hot arousal she feels. “Please.”

“Well when you ask so politely, Angel, how am I supposed to say no.” Natasha moves both her hands to your hips, grabbing at them greedily, guiding you against her thigh. The reaction it draws from you is immediate. You push yourself harder against her, a lewd moan falling past your lip when you feel her tense her thigh beneath you.

Your hands fly to her shoulders, using her to anchor you, to pull her closer. “Feels good.” You murmur, dropping your head into the crook of her neck, face down in her shoulder.

“Oh yeah?” She answers and even though you can’t see her you know her brow is raised and a smirk rests on her face. “Is mommy making you feel good, angel.” She teases, tensing her thigh and lifting it against you while pressing you down with her hands.

You nod against her shoulder and turn your face against her neck, your hot breath hitting her sensitive skin. You whine, your left hand coming up to weave into the hair at the back of her head. You're so close. You can feel it. Natasha can feel it.

You let out a shuddering breath and Natasha knows she either has to pull herself away now or let her plan fly out the window, and with it, her vantage point. She has to teach you a lesson, she has to show you how it feels, to know that you're at least half as sexually frustrated as she is.

Her body is hot against yours, her all consuming presence both grounding and drowning you at the same time, and you're ready to let yourself fall into her completely.

She pulls away, rips herself from you and the startling cold of the now empty space where she was is altogether too sudden. You whine and reach out for her, wanting her to come back, wanting her warmth, wanting her to finish what she stated.

You look up at her through tearful eyes, the knowing, smug look on her face hitting you just as hard as the wave of cold moments ago. “Now you know how it feels.” She says, her arms hanging lazily by her sides, as though she is completely unbothered by any of this.

You don't say anything in response. You don’t even want to look at her. You turn away from her, silently and make your way toward your room, eyes trained straight ahead of you until you close and lock the door once you are inside.

You don’t see the way Natasha’s face drops. Or the way she moves to reach out to you but ultimately decides against it.

You need a shower, a warm one. You walk toward what looks like a bathroom door, removing your close as you go, uncaring of what you'll do with yourself afterward. You open the door and just as you thought a nice, decent sized bathroom is revealed. You don’t even take the time to look it over, simply make your way toward the shower, turn the water to hot and step inside.

You need that warmth back. She took it from you too soon, you were too comfortable, too close. How could you have believed what she was saying, that she would take care of you? That she wanted to? How stupid could you be?

It feels wrong, everything does, you do. Having been that willing feels wrong. Missing her arms around you feels wrong. The lack of her heat feels wrong. The fact that she’s not here feels wrong.

You close your eyes and sigh. This has all gotten so confusing. You hate her, there that’s it, not so confusing. But you wanted to believe what she said. You wanted to believe that she touched you the way she did, whispered in your ear the way she did, for a reason beyond just lust or amusement.

You want her. No. Yes. You can’t. You huff, annoyed with yourself and your dumb confused brain.

You think about her, trying to make ssense of it all. You remember the way she held you, the feeling of her lips on your skin. The way you felt when she touched you, when she told you she wanted to take care of you. That she wanted you to be her wife.

You remember her hands guiding you, you remember asking her to. You remember letting yourself call her mommy, in a way you’ve never been compelled to do with anyone before. You remember the way she looked when you said it, the way she called herself it right after.

Your hands trail over your wet skin and drop between your legs, your fingers roaming warm skin until they find what they are desperate to touch.

You drop two fingers to circle your clit, letting a moan fall past your lips. You slip one finger inside, then another. You come with one hand covering your mouth, head leaning back against the cool tiled wall and two fingers buried deep inside you.

If only one thing was going to come out of it today, it would be the fact that you were now significantly less frustrated. The same couldn't be said for Natasha, who heard your moan as she was on her way to speak to you.

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A/n- this took ages because I’ve genuinely been up the walls and barely been able to write 😭 hope ye like it tho

#natasha romanoff x reader #natasha romanoff #natasha romanoff x you #black widow x reader #natasha romanoff x y/n #natasha romanoff smut

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You are a witch

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summary: you were adopted by Natasha Romanoff, the great Black Widow. But what happens when the truth uncovers? What happens when the three kings of hell are sent to kill you, and you manage to uncover your power and banish them?

pairing: Natasha x daughter reader, Yelena x niece reader, Melina & Alexei x granddaughter reader

warnings: witchcraft, rats?

genre: angst, fluff

words: 2483

a/n: I'm watching an awful lot of the chilling adventures of Sabrina lately, so I wanted to write a little mcu crossover with a witch reader :)

You do not have my permission to repost, copy or translate my work

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It all happened so fast. At one point you were home, doing your homework like you did every friday evening. Then, at the other moment, the door was broken down, and the demons entered your home.

You did not know how to fight them off. You did not know they were even demons. They looked like humans, and you had no reason to suspect otherwise.

Of course, you knew better now.

The demons had disguised themselves to look like mortals. They were sent to assassinate you. You didn’t know they were demons, but once they drew their swords, you were pretty quick to run towards the widow and climb down using the fire escape.

The attackers followed you, and once you entered the Avengers tower, Wanda managed to banish them. She killed them.

You remember Natasha running to you, assisting you. You were out of breath and terrified. Natasha slept in your room that night. You were scared to be left alone, and Natasha was terrified that someone would come and hurt you. Little did you know someone did.

That same night, another demon entered your room.

However, this time, the demon did not disguise itself. I had come to kill you in its demon form. It did not hide itself. Your mother tried to protect you, but what good were her knives and her gun against an all mighty demon?

Once the demon got ahold of your mother, you lost your temper.

You did not know where it came from. You did not know how it worked. You did not know how you knew how to operate it. But you did.

Your eyes turned red. The wind from outside seemed to pick up inside your bedroom. The demon seemed afraid, even if his body language did not show it, his eyes did. It became afraid. You were afraid, but somehow, you managed to call upon a power hidden deep within your body. You managed to banish the demon for good.

After you had killed it, you rushed to your mother who was bleeding out on the ground. The demon had slashed her side open, and she was running out of time.

You did not understand it, but you had a vision. A flash in your mind that showed you exactly what to do. You covered your mothers’ wounds with your hands, and you closed your eyes. You called upon the power in your body, and Natasha’s wounds sealed shut.

After that, Natasha had decided to take you out of town for a few days.

It was clear that you were not safe in New York, and Natasha did not want to put you in any unnecessary danger. She did not know how the demons knew where you were, but she figured you would be much safer with her family, in Russia.

And so, you flew to Russia, but not before Stephen Strange brought you a little visit. After hearing of your situation, and of your power awakening, he had gifted you a book. This book contained a series of spells, made by witches who were not similar to Stephen Strange, nor Wanda Maximoff. These witches possessed a different kind of magic. The kind of magic that you were now possessing.

You had started practising a few spells, before you left for Russia.

You were now driving towards your grandmothers’ farm, even though you had never met them.

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“Are we nearly there? We have been driving for hours and my head hurts,” you sighed annoyed, staring out the window.

“Like I told you the other fifty times, we still have a few hours to go. If your head hurts, take a nap,” Natasha answered, done with your attitude the entire trip. She did not want to get mad at you. As a mother, she knew and understood that you had a difficult time these past few days, and that you were unlocking something within yourself that you did not know you had, but as a person, she was entirely done with your attitude.

You let out another sigh in annoyance. “I don’t want to take a nap, mom. Why are we even going to these people? I’ve never met them. Who even are they?”

“You know Aunt Yelena, and she will be there. And Melina and Alexei are my sort of parents, so I expect you to treat them with respect,” Natasha told you.

“What kind of animals do they have on the farm?” you asked.

“What…?

“You said they lived on a farm. A farm usually has animals. What kind of animals do they have?”

Natasha sighed. “Well, Melina has pigs, but I believe that recently she started feeding some stray cats, and they have started to hang around the farm.”

“Did you have animals when you were a child? I mean, in those three years you lived with them?” you asked Natasha, staring at her curiously.

“I did not, but there was a stray cat that I begged to take in. Melina and Alexei would not let me, although they did give me some cat food from time to time to feed it,” Natasha explained, steering the car onto an off road path.

“Really? They don’t have road where they live? What? Is the farmhouse some fallen apart building as well?” you asked, sarcasm lacing your tone.

Natasha sighed, a small smirk appearing on your lips, yet she tried to hide it.

“Go to sleep, or I’ll knock you out myself.”

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After you had fallen asleep in the car, the car ride took about another hour or two. Once you arrived, Natasha carefully woke you up, helping you out of the car.

Yelena was stood by the door, waiting for you to wake up fully so she could go and give you a hug.

“Aunt Yelena!” you exclaimed in happiness, running towards her and giving her a big hug. “I missed you! It has been far too long since you came to New York.”

Yelena smiled and brushed some hair out of your face.

“I was enjoying spending some time with my other half of my family,” Yelena started, leaning in a little closer so she could whisper in your ear. “Don’t worry, you are still my favourite.”

You smiled, giving Yelena a kiss on her cheek.

“We should go inside,” Natasha then said, handing Yelena a bag to carry inside.

“Sure,” Yelena said, whistling for Fanny, who had slipped past her to get out of the house when Yelena opened the door to wait for you, to come inside as well.

Fanny ran towards you, excitedly jumping on you and begging for cuddles. You, obviously, happily obliged, spoiling Fanny in hugs and pets and kisses while she excitedly jumped on you, licking your face and cuddling close to you.

Once you were inside, Yelena told Natasha that Melina and Alexei were waiting in the living room.

Natasha had gone to greet them and to explain the situation with you, while Yelena stayed with you. Yelena led you to the spare bedroom, where she settled the bags down.

“We only have one guest room, so you and Natasha will have to share. I am sure you do not mind,” Yelena explained, and you smiled and nodded as answer.

“Did mom… tell you? Why we came here? Why she is so afraid?” you asked Yelena, sitting on the bed and settling your shoulder bag next to you. Yelena sighed before joining you on the bed, taking a moment to collect her thoughts before she spoke.

“Natasha did not tell me a lot, but she told me that you were now… magical. She told me that something was- is hunting you,” Yelena explained, shaking her head. “She didn’t tell me much more.”

You sighed, looking down and picking at your skirt.

“I am magical. I think I am a witch, but like, a really powerful one. Two demons came to attack me. They were aggressive, and they spoke about doing something for their master. They were sent to kill me, to assassinate me. My magic, or my powers, unlocked when the second one tried to hurt mom. And after, after he had hurt her and she was bleeding, I suddenly knew how to heal her, and my powers did. Someone powerful is trying to get rid of me, and I don’t even understand what I am,” you explained, looking at Yelena carefully, hoping you didn’t scare of confuse her.

“Okay, so what you are saying is that my little niece is an ass kicking awesome witch?” Yelena said, smiling when she saw the relieved smile form on your face.

After a moment of silence, Yelena moved to sit a little closer to you, indicating that whatever she was going to say next was probably serious.

“Listen to me, y/n. You are Natasha’s daughter. You are my niece. You are family, and no matter what you turn out to be, you will always be our family, and we will always be yours,” Yelena promised, cupping your face in her hands to get you to look at her. She smiled kindly, leaning forwards and pressing a kiss on you forehead.

“Thank you, Auntie Yelena.”

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After your talk with Yelena, you had showed her your new book. The book that Strange gave you. It was full of spells and knowledge, and after reading some of it, you had started writing your own notes in your notebook.

You also showed Yelena a little taste of your magic. You had managed to effortlessly change an eraser into Yelena’s favourite cookie, which disappeared the moment you took your eyes off of it. Not because the spell failed. Simply because Yelena had eaten it…

After about an hour, Natasha had come up to the room, knocking on the door and letting you know that it was time to meet your grandparents.

You weren’t sure how you were supposed to be feeling. You were nervous, sure, but everyone is when they meet someone knew. You were most nervous about their importance. You knew how important Melina and Alexei were to Natasha and Yelena, and you did not want to say or do anything that might upset any of them.

Natasha took your hand, rubbing reassuring circles on it to hopefully soothe you.

“Everything’s gonna be okay. They are going to love you, and you will love them, I promise,” Natasha assured you, leading you downstairs.

Once you entered the living room, Melina and Alexei were sitting on the couch. Melina stood up immediately when she noticed you entered.

“Y/n, dear, we are so happy to finally meet you,” Melina said, walking over to you and embracing you in a hug. When she pulled back, she placed her hand on your cheek, taking a good look at your face. “What a beautiful girl you are,” she said, and you smiled.

“Thank you, Melina,” you said, and Melina smiled stepping aside and motioning her hand towards one of the other couches.

“Please, sit down. Would you like some tea, or another drink?” Melina asked, going into the kitchen to get your chosen drink while you sat down.

Natasha sat down next to you, while Yelena chose the couch across from you.

“It is very nice to meet you, my granddaughter. Welcome to the family!” Alexei exclaimed happily, laughing at the stern look Natasha gave him.

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After you had settled in, and you had gotten used to being around Melina and Alexei, you had all decided on some pizza for dinner. Slowly but surely you grew to like being around Melina and Alexei, even though Alexei was painfully loud and unaware at times.

After you had settled at the dinner table, you sat beside Natasha, Alexei at the head of the table while Melina sat across from Natasha, and Yelena sat across from you.

“So are you liking Russia, y/n? I believe Natasha told us you have never been here before?” Melina asked, and you nodded.

“It’s very beautiful, definitely more beautiful than the busy city,” you responded, and Melina smiled.

You reached forward, about to grab another slice of pizza from the pizza box when a strange wind picked up inside the house, and the squeaking of mice could be heard.

You froze in your actions, looking around the house cautiously.

“What’s wrong darling?” Natasha asked concerned, laying her hand on your arm.

“Don’t you hear that? Don’t you feel that?” you asked, looking at Natasha with wide eyes while she shook her head no.

“Do you need some water?” she asked, but you didn’t respond as you looked down at your feet, standing up quickly when you recognised the rats running around your legs.

You gasped in surprise, taking a few steps back while Natasha and Yelena looked at you with concern.

“Are you okay? What are you feeling?” Natasha asked, and you looked at her confused.

“Can’t you see the rats?!” you asked surprised, pointing at the rats that ran around your legs. Natasha shook her head no, but once the door to the living room slammed open, Natasha head turned towards it. What came through was something she could see.

“What the hell is that?!” Yelena said in surprise, standing up herself.

Through the door walked a disgusting looking demon. His skin looked rotten and old, almost as if his body had been dead and rotting for weeks.

“I AM BEELZEBUB, DEMON OF VERMIN, ONE OF THE THREE KINGS OF HELL. MY BROTHERS HAVE FAILED TO SUCCEED, BUT I WILL FINISH THE JOB!” the demon, Beelzebub spoke loudly, raising his arm out towards you. The rats charged at you, and you quickly ran to the couch to grab your bag.

You pulled you spellbook out, going through the pages quickly to find the banishing spell that you had researched before.

“Y/n what the hell is going on?!” Yelena yelled at you, but you ignored her as you found the right page, raising your own hand towards the demon Beelzebub.

“Beelzebub, I shall banish you as I did your brothers. You shall burn in the pits and fires of hell! Exilium, gehenna, evanescet. Beelzebub I banish thee!” you yelled out, lowering your hand when the demon Beelzebub disappeared into dust.

“That was awesome,” Yelena spoke quickly, after assessing that you were not injured.

“I need a nap,” you said, dropping the book and letting yourself fall down onto the couch. Natasha ran to your side quickly, holding your head in her hands.

“Are you alright?” she asked, a confused look overtaking her when she noticed your smile.

“I just banished, not just a demon, but one of the three kings of hell, with my own magic,” you explained proudly, letting your eyes fall close. “But it was exhausting, and I really need a nap now.”

Natasha smiled softly, nodding.

“Go to sleep, we’ll talk in the morning.”

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Masterlist

Welcome to my masterlist! Alongside my work on Wattpad and AO3, you can find all my mini series and oneshots linked down below. I usually only write for Natasha Romanoff and occasionally Yelena Belova, but feel free to send in any requests. But no smut, I’m not comfortable with that :)

Natasha Romanoff | Series

[F = fluff, A = angst, H = hot af ]

⧗ Double the Trouble AU | WandaNat x daughter: [F] Natasha and Wanda have their work cut out raising twin girls. But despite the struggles and the arguments, there is nothing that would break the bond this family has created

part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4 | part 5

Canon oneshots:

A Day Out: [F] summer and sunshine calls for family trips out. To the zoo, naturally[2.9k words]

Groceries: [F] Natasha volunteers to do the weekly shop. Mundane, perhaps, but with two babies, things are never smooth sailing [1.4k words]

Cuddles: [F] a tipsy Y/n only wants one thing when she comes home from a party- Natasha’s hugs. And who is Natasha to refuse cuddles from her teenagers? [800 words]

New Families: [F] Natasha was content keeping her little family to herself. But Yelena and Melina weren’t. Which is how the family of four find themselves in Ohio, resurfacing memories for Natasha and challenging the three year olds in a whole new environment. Isla loves it, Y/n… not so much [4.4k words]

⧗ My Songbird AU | Natasha x Willow (O!C): It’s the 70s. Final summer of high school. Why not spend it getting high, partying and sneaking off with your girlfriend in a town that is so disapproving of anything deviating from the norm.

Mood board | part 1 [F]

⧗ Back in Time | Winterwidow x daughter: Natasha and Bucky’s daughter seeks comfort in her Aunt Wanda as her parents go missing on a mission. She doesn’t ask for much, she only wants to see them again.

part 1 [F] | part 2 [A]

Natasha Romanoff | Oneshots

⧗ Promises: [A] Natasha and Anastasia didn’t know love… not until they found it in each other. But the Red Room was cold, in more ways than one [2.6k words]

⧗ Ghost of You: [F + A] Learning to move on after Natasha’s sacrifice is the hardest thing in the world [3.2k words]

⧗ Lost in the Fire | f1 AU: [A] A horrific crash tests Natasha’s nerves to the limit as she has no choice but to sit back and watch from the garage. Her girlfriend and her sister push themselves for that all important win. [4.5k words]

⧗ I Will Rescue You | natasha romanoff x adopted daughter reader: [F + A] An alert from the Red Room sends Natasha, Yelena and Bucky on a last minute mission. But what they find is far from expected… [3.7k words]

⧗ Can’t You See This is Breaking Me: [A] Natasha isn’t quite ready to give her entire life for the woman she loves [5.2k words]

⧗ Tattoos For Troubled Minds: [F] Natasha struggles to trust anyone when it comes to touching her body. But that becomes rather difficult when a tattoo idea comes into her mind that she just can’t shake [3.6k words]

⧗ Midnight: [A] Natasha has never learned how to rest, and at midnight is where she is most vulnerable [1.1k words]

⧗ I Know What You Are: [A] The bane of Natasha’s existence had finally slipped up but when sent to eliminate her, feeling get in the way far too easily. [5.9k words]

⧗ Mustang | cowgirl Nat AU: [H] The mayor’s daughter. A bounty hunter. One has freedom, the other does not. But will one fleeting night be enough to convince Natasha to leave everything she’s ever known behind? [4.3k words]

⧗ Is It All For Nothing?: [A] You just want a friend. Is that so bad? How is it fair that everyone else gets one but you. What did you do that was so wrong? [1.3k words]

⧗ Midas Touch | Maid!Natasha: [F + A] no amount of money will ever save a broken marriage or a broken woman. But maybe the right person can turn everything she touches into gold and this time won’t be cursed to break everything she cares about. [7.1k words]

⧗ Welcome To My Head At Midnight | song fic: [A] Natasha Romanoff is her own worst enemy and maybe this fight isn’t one she’s so sure she can win. [2k words]

Yelena Belova | Oneshots

⧗ For Her: [F + A] Yelena tries to find the balance between spending christmas with her girl and tracking down Clint Barton… [1.7k words]

#double the trouble au #natasha romanoff #fanfic #marvel #kaya speaks!

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kassies-take · 2 years

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If You Are Definitely Natasha’s Child

Age: 9

You: *enters the open plan dinning room* Dad

Bucky: *sitting at the dining table, keeping Natasha company*

Natasha: *cooking but listening to the conversation*

Bucky: yes, doll

You: Do I have to fall in love someday?

Bucky: No

You: Good. I have stuff to do.

Natasha: *chuckles*

You: I have another question

Bucky: what is it

You: why does mom wear make-up

Bucky: *glances at Natasha* to look pretty

You: oh, but she’s already pretty

Natasha: *smiles*

Bucky: I agree as well!

You: Dad, you should wear make-up.

Bucky: *dumbfounded and mouth agape*

Natasha: *smirks*

~~~~~

Bucky, Natasha, Pepper & Tony: *relaxing during the play date*

You & Morgan: *arguing*

Natasha: (Y/n) please stop arguing with Morgan

You: I’m not arguing

Natasha: *raises her eyebrows*

Pepper: then what are you doing?

You: Being right

Bucky, Natasha, Pepper & Tony: *stares blankly at each other*

~Age 17~

You: *walking out from medical with a bandage wrap around your forearm*

Peter: *way to energetic* Hey (Y/n) do you want to-

You: I’m gonna stop you right there. *stops in front of the compound lounge*

Avengers: *turns to look at the doorway*

You: what part of my face says “talk to me” *raises eyebrows*

Peter: well uh

You: None. Absolutely none. So shut you’re mouth or I’ll cut your eyes out and feed them to you *walks towards the pantry*

Peter: she won’t actually do that will she

Tony: Would big Romanoff do it?

Natasha: *walks into lounge with Bucky and Sam behind her*

Bucky: Sam I wouldn’t

Sam: Don’t you want to-

Natasha: Sam, what part of my face says “talk to me” *crosses her arms*

Bucky: *whispers* none. Absolutely none

Sam: well none of your facial feature can actually say talk to me

Natasha: Yes. None. Absolutely none! I’m not in the mood so shut your mouth or I’ll cut your eyes out and feed them to you *marches to the pantry*

Tony: case in point

Bruce: the resemblance is uncanny

Bucky: tell me about it

You and Natasha: *sits down on the couch eating a peanut butter sandwich and pouting*

#if you series #natasha romanoff imagines #natasha romanoff imagine #natasha romanoff x daughter!reader #Natasha romanoff #Bucky barnes #bucky barnes x daughter!reader #bucky barnes imagine #bucky barnes imagines #winterwidow #buckynat #avengers x platonic!reader #avengers #avengers imagine #avengers imagines

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wanda-little-baby · 1 year

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Twin Surprises - Wanda Maximoff x romanoff!Reader

Summary (pt. 1) : A particular morning on an equally particular day can take on unexpected implications

Warnings: little swear (???), bad morning, the breakfast thief Pietro, a probable caffeine addiction (who isn't at least a little?), mistreated trash cans, frustration

A/N: Okay this is unexpected but I'm splitting this chapter / birthday special into two parts

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What's worse than having a damn fixed thought and not being able to do anything else? Apparently waking up with this damned idea whirling in your head, too early and on your day off, with an annoyed mood.

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Being an Avenger involves a lot of duties, tight schedules, and many other boring things, so those little moments when you are free you try to spend them as best as possible.

That's why now you're very angry, it's your day off, and you woke up too early with a stupid woodworm in your head, but since you're too stubborn to fall for it, you still don't give up on the idea of falling asleep again.

You roll over once, close your eyes and try... nothing. You try again, you turn around again, you close your eyes and... still nothing.

By dint of tossing and turning from one side to the other, unfortunately you wake up Wanda in the end.

As the internal struggles in you continue ardently, you now stare at yourself lying on your back, your eyes still closed, while Wanda makes room for herself in your arms, also resting her head on your chest.

Spend a little time like this, in absolute silence, you still convinced you'll be able to fall asleep again, and Wanda too busy following your heartbeat and enjoying the tranquility of the morning.

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Your stubbornness persists, even after Wanda has fully awakened and noticed that you weren't sleeping, even after she asked you why you kept closing your eyes and you explained everything to her, even after she called you strange only replied with "your weird, though".

In the end, however, you give up, a deep sigh comes from your lips, and when you finally open your eyes for a brief moment you are blinded because apparently Wanda had opened the shutter after getting up.

With great remorse you sit on the edge of the bed and massage your eyes, before standing up and regretfully walking around the room.

You pause for a moment on the desk near the wall, more precisely on the small black box, complete with the 'Stark Industries ' logo that was in the package that Tony had given you when you were "sleeping". The nice thing is that in the package there was also a note in italics that clearly said 'for emergencies '.

Going back to your thoughts, you wonder where your girlfriend has gone, you heard her get up and move away from the bed but then you lost track of her. "Wanda?" you ask softly to the empty room, looking for the slightest noise. "In the bathroom!" a muffled scream from the distance and from the door reaches your ears revealing the position of the sokovian.

Slowly you head into the internal bathroom you have, opening the door slightly you observe the girl as she completed her morning routine.

"So... have you decided what you want to do?" after finish she asks, now looking at you. Her hair tied up in a half chignon, others still loose, and a funny messy smile. You grimace in frustration, detaching yourself from the jamb, you woke up wrong today. "yes... unfortunately" you sigh in surrender. "I think I'll go to the lab, even if it wasn't in my plans at all" pouting fit for a five-year-old, you slam your forehead retributively against the doorframe while whining repeatedly.

Therefore Wanda finds it very difficult to hold back a giggle or even a small smile at your childish ways, typical of mornings, especially the bad ones. "It's okay love, I'm sure you can still enjoy your day off" she passes you by before placing a delicate kiss on your lips and leaving the bathroom completely free.

"Is talking who doesn't have a worm in their head" you insinuate pouting in a slightly louder voice, enough for Wanda to hear that she had just left your room. She rolls her eyes at your insinuation, there's no malice in it, you're just frustrated and still sleepy, so she sets out to help you out later.

You gave yourself a general mending in the bathroom, your nightwear replaced with something decent but not too uncomfortable, your hair all tangled up from the night sorted into a laboratory ponytail, a light dusting of make-up together with your favorite lipstick and finally a pair of tan converse and you're good to go. (of course you always wear your precious necklace⚡)

All ready you leave your room and walk through the compound, hoping to finish as soon as possible, so you can take this day off.

You don't miss meeting almost everyone on the team, some like Steve and Sam returning from a morning run, or greeting a busy Kate with a wooden bow on her way to the shooting range. You also replied to the message Natasha sent you this morning, you hadn't read it yet but she was coming home early, so another happy surprise for you soon

Before arriving in the laboratory, however, you decided to take a small detour to the kitchen and see if there was something good to eat. Your expectations have been more than rewarded when already from a good distance you smelled a crunchy scent and a conversation going on between your favorite twins, so you don't lose heart and enter the room. "What are you guys up to?" so you announce your presence, walking towards the counter and your girlfriend together with her brother. You wrap your arms from behind Wanda and give her a trail of kisses down her neck, which causes Pietro to giggle and also get a warning look from his twin regarding his PDA comments.

Rocking with your chin on Wanda's shoulder you look curiously at your dear twin a little too fast, the curiosity remains. "So what? What were you discussing before?" you grab a last kiss on Wanda's cheek before pulling your arms away and detaching yourself a little more from the counter.

"Piet was talking to me about his amazing schedule for the day, trying to divert my attention from his attempt to scrub some of the waffles I'd made." waving the spatula she was putting away, she stares very intently at her brother. A grimace of dissent manifests itself on the Sokovian's face, very useful if he doesn't have to talk to his sister or his best friend.

In fact, just before I can finish the sentence "That's not really true... I just wanted to inform my little sister of what I had in mind for today..." both of you raise an eyebrow, definitively undermining his lie, you know him too much well.

Leaving aside his constant baling, you approach the coffee machine, ready for your morning dose of caffeine. "Leaving aside your bad excuses Pietro... Do you want coffee? Wan?" you ask with your back to the twins, fiddling with the machine, then wash your hands after making cups. "I pass" "Already taken детка" they answer you as you turn on the appliance before returning for a moment to the sink.

"Why are there coffee grounds in the garbage disposal?" you turn towards them, the question and curiosity very strong in you, but above all the who. They shrug their shoulders without knowing how to help you and then you sigh, you'll have to deal with it later.

While you wait for the brown nectar to flow, you drum your fingers on the counter when Pietro asks you a question. "So, Y/N, how is Natasha?" he asks you. "She's quite well, she should be back by tonight, so the mission is practically over" with renowned hope, as well as a certain happiness, you take the coffee container and pour the contents into a cup.

"Alright guys, see you later, I'm going to the lab. Wish me luck Maximoffs!" you greet Wanda with a kiss on the cheek and a hug, two finger guns aimed at her brother, while walking backwards you disappear from their sight.

"Ugh!!!" you repeatedly hit yourself on the head, because you're too stupid to let a goddamn thought come out.

You've been here for hours, literally, analyzing some stupid blood samples... and you still have nothing! It's like your brain just can't piece together…it's nerve-wracking, having the answer on the tip of your tongue and not being able to get hold of it.

You've tried everything to get you focused: you've tried putting on some music... it didn't work! In fact, you spent a lot of time dancing around the room rather than getting new ideas. You've tried a new angle, another creative point of view, anything else that provides a goddamn starting point... and every single thing brings you back to the start. This shouldn't even be normal!

Normally when your brain fixates on something it works on it until it solves it, but it's like it's somewhere else now... Yet this morning it just seemed like you just wanted to come down here to the lab rather than spend your day off a day a little longer in bed.

"How much I would like a nice distraction..." you whisper, looking glassy at the laboratory door, praying that someone, no matter who, enters there just to have a chat.

Unfortunately, however, you only have your sighs to keep you company, and a probable stress headache on the way doesn't help at all. Of all this uproar thinking the only good thing, or at least the only moment in which perhaps you didn't want to escape from this laboratory, was when Wanda came a few hours ago with a tray of delicacies and you had breakfast together, unfortunately, however, with your great sorry she had to run off shortly after to go train with Steve according to what she told you.

Looking back maybe staying in the same place racking your brains isn't a good idea though, at most now you could just play with a few red balls between your fingers and get a huge headache. "I need a distraction... a change of scenery" you get up with a start and drop everything, leaving the laboratory all messed up and everything still in the middle, you put down your glasses and at the first window that overlooks the compound, you take flight.

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The breeze of the wind on your face, plus the sheer feeling of freedom as you soar in the air go a long way towards making you less stressed and possibly happier, so when you finally land secretly in an alley, you won't regret the choice you made. at all.

With a quick look around to make sure that the alleyway is indeed safe and that no one has seen you land, you set off through the streets of the Big Apple.

With the day having already begun, the streets crowded and full of people darting from one side to the other, no one would expect an avenger walking alongside them, yet here you are mixed with those who until a few years ago were ordinary citizens like you.

There's no place like home

Smiling to yourself, you stroll through the streets of the city where you were born, raised and even became a superhero, in short... in most places here you have memories (good and bad).

But there's only one place you always go when you simply want to unplug, spend some quiet time without pressure, take a little break from the chaotic world of superheroes... and it's a coffee shop, a simple coffee shop.

It was the first thing you discovered on your own, as soon as you "moved" to the tower, you found this coffee shop and it's kind of become your personal hideaway ever since.

That's exactly where you're heading now, only you're too distracted from watching life in the city to notice you're almost there.

You may have snapped back to reality when you smelled the familiar whiff of coffee and other baked goods and perhaps tripped over a poor fellow. With embarrassment written on your face, you humbly apologize to the passerby, sometimes your distraction leads you to be very clumsy.

When you enter, the usual atmosphere, the clatter of cups and coffee machines, the conversations in the background... basically everything is very welcoming.

The line for orders isn't even that long, certainly less boring than being closed in the laboratory with a heavy migraine and no one to talk to, and then at the end of the effort there should be a reward, right? One by one as you look around the customers are served their orders and soon it's your turn.

The first thing you notice once you approach the counter ready to place your order is that they have hired a new barista, you can tell because you know everyone at this coffee shop... even the manager probably, and this girl is new. Not to throw her off you were about to expose your caffeine order when she interrupts you.

"I bet... double latte with whipped cream and... a sprinkle of cinnamon!" the young new employee gestures smiling, she fully guesses your usual drink that you take here, indeed it is not the only thing that she has left on you.

"Yeah... that was exactly what I was about to say. You really nailed it!" surprised and also quite intrigued you smile back, she should ask for the name now even if there's more underneath maybe.

"So a double latte with whipped cream and a sprinkle of cinnamon for…?" she asks you all the time, and if you weren't the telepath you'd say she was reading your mind. "Y/N" drums on the counter, very intrigued and perhaps with a small idea of trying to do a slight violation of her mind.

Stand still Y/N she just guessed your order, don't commit a crime out of some stupid trivia.

The girl, she hints at a slight hidden smile, before returning to your order. "Well Y/N, your order arrives as soon as possible" with a somewhat funny tone the girl takes leave while you go and sit down at a table.

Of all the seats in the coffee shop your favorite ones are by the window, from there you can see the outside environment, with all the city lights, cars passing by and people walking on the sidewalks, all while enjoying a great drink. In a short time, or at least according to your perception of time, your order is prepared and the same girl who took your order, even if it is not her responsibility, brings it to your table.

You were listening to the music with headphones, facing the wall window, so you don't even notice that someone is approaching you, much less that this same person is sitting on the other side of the table. It's only when the new bartender touches your arm that you come out of your thoughts and realize she's there.

Seeing your face briefly frightened, more surprised than anything, the young woman explains the unspoken question to you. "I'm on a break and... I brought coffee! Do you mind if I stay here a while?" she says handing you your cup, very happy and joyful, even if deep down you understand that she doesn't want to bother you, you should still give her an answer. "No, you can stay if you want, I-I don't mind" distant, already back in your thoughts you answer with a sigh.

"Are you okay? You look worried..." she with sincere interest, moves closer with the chair, now she looks you straight in the eye, she really she would like to know what is upsetting or annoying you.

I'm not saying I could even tell her, but I'd have nothing to lose if I did, right? She offered herself!

Here you are now convinced, you will confide in the stranger in the coffee shop. What could be so bad? Take a deep breath and sip your drink, the taste of the coffee gives you that extra push to talk.

"Yes... I mean no... it's just that I have so many thoughts on my mind and sometimes I almost feel like I'm going to explode!" you mimic an explosion in your head with your hands, the new girl lets out a giggle at your antics nodding in sympathy.

"Yeah, I can understand that. At least, I think I do. Sometimes it just goes boom and there's nothing you can do about it" with extraordinary calmness the mysterious girl says, taking a sip of the other cup of coffee she's brought along. Nod along with her, conversing as you drink your coffee.

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You've been talking to this mysterious girl for longer than you ever expected. First of all now you know her name is Alya, she goes to NYU which by the way is driving her crazy with deadlines and studying and all, and more importantly she always knew who you were just she didn't want to make the somewhat embarrassing situation.

You told her about your particular morning, and why you came here, and while you both had a laugh about why you shouldn't drink coffee when stressed, you had a pleasant conversation.

Talking to her you got to study her, from her slightly wavy hair a shade of red, just about shoulder level, to her green eyes, more or less the same shade as Wanda. When it comes to analyzing a person, training as an agent of the Shield certainly comes in handy for you, indeed just after only a few minutes you notice Alya's personality traits that stand out just by looking at her posture, way of gesturing and facial expressions.

For a shy person, with you literally just meeting her she is very outgoing.

You understood it from how she sat, her shoulders tense, a rigid posture and her legs crossed, she usually doesn't talk much with strangers and if she does she remains very shy. She has a habit of twirling a strand of hair between her fingers, it's probably because she's very nervous while she's talking to you, you just don't understand why.

She's rambling now while you're talking, and that makes you smile because sometimes when you're nervous you tend to ramble a lot too, so you understand how she's feeling.

While your ears are listening to whatever this girl is talking about, a thousand thoughts are shooting in your brain every minute.

All concentrated on one something, a feeling deep in your chest, something that tells you that there is more to this girl than she brought you a coffee a while ago, something that should remain a mystery but you still don't. you know.

This girl has something… I don't know… something… familiar. But I think she's not telling the whole truth... the dilated pupils, the constant anxiety, the hair curling around her finger, the rambling... I know she's hiding something from me and somehow it concerns me.

You might not have been the only one having internal conversations at that table, in fact your mysterious girl is also having an internal struggle, torn between revealing her big secret and compromising herself or blatantly lying to you (she's not doing too well it seems). Her anxiety is eating her up, she doesn't know how to get out of this situation without causing a potential catastrophe, and she's never been good at hiding her emotions so her concern by now she too understands that it is clearly visible.

Fortunately for her, or perhaps unfortunately if she won't keep her mouth shut about what she absolutely mustn't tell you, you decide to break this farce first. "So Alya… what of what you told me is a lie?" you look her straight in the eye, serious on the outside but dying of curiosity on the inside. For a moment, she for some reason unknown to you she rolls her eyes, as if this phrase she had heard many times, a pleasant memory.

Insistently, you wait for an answer, you'd rather have her tell you than invade her privacy by getting into her head. A few seconds pass and Alya takes a deep breath before uttering a word, trying to balance the words without compromising herself.

"W-what do you mean?" with clear anxiety she says, the stammering accentuating her nervousness. "You have been nice and kind to me since I entered this shop, you have told me part of your life, I have done the same... but, but there is something underneath that you are not telling me, and I feel that in somehow it concerns me. So, to recap, what are your intentions?" trying to be as non-threatening as possible, you try to get her to spill the beans, even though she could have major consequences for your future (not that you know it).

The girl, or Alya by now, thinks she can hide at least a minimum of her nervousness about this situation, it's not at all what she would have imagined when she accidentally happened here. Breaking with sweat, metaphorically speaking, she steels herself and tries to put her still developing skills to good use. "W-what?! I'm not hiding anything from you! I'm just a rookie bartender good with people..." with a clearly fake smile, just to mask her growing panic, she hesitates a bit hoping you'll take this excuse blatant.

Clearly you've seen more than a few details that made your nose go crazy, some things that don't add up at all but that definitely don't lead to an ordinary person, you just don't want to jump to conclusions.

"Hmm ok I'll pretend to believe you... if you explain to me why the soles of your shoes are completely charred annnd why you have this constant fear when I meet your gaze" with your chin held in the palm of your hand, with absolute nonchalance you reveal some of the details that you noticed, leaving her no less than stunned.

She expected everything except to be betrayed by her own shoes, she had to change them when she had the chance but now it's too late and she probably screwed up. She's practically one step away from a cold sweat, and despite her wide-eyed eyes she has a constant lump in her throat that's hard to swallow. "W-what?" she can barely pronounce, the fear in her ribs of compromising herself even worse.

She is so stubborn you think hastily rolling your eyes. "Look, if you have powers, that's fine I won't say anything, you seem like a good girl definitely not a criminal so I'll let you handle this because I know how you feel, I've been there. But… there's something else below, I don't know what, but you have a very familiar face, but I don't understand the whole picture..." with the utmost calm, all the result of an unnatural momentary maturity, you try to explain your points of view, leaving a low voice some details to avoid snooping.

Heart pounding, time almost seems to slow down, everything seems ready for Alya to make the one mistake she shouldn't have made... when suddenly your phone rings.

"Kate?" dumbfounded you speak with the device now leaning against your ear. "Y/N! Hey, how's it going?" on the other end of the line, a very agitated Kate goes from one tone to another, bordering on total panic.

Without even giving you time to answer, she continues talking, completely ignoring your turn. "Do you by any chance know how the hell I'm supposed to supervise the recruits at the shooting range?!” she alarmed her, she surely she's pacing, she just confuses you even more. "Supervising? Kate, sorry but what the heck are you talking about?" you exclaim not so much to let everyone in the coffee shop know what you are saying but enough to let the archer know your confusion.

"Do you prefer the long version or the short one?" Kate sighs, as you roll your eyes a little amused after all. "Short please" you emphasize in exasperation.

"Okay let's go long. I was having my morning bow practice when Steve came and said I had to supervise the recruits during training, I asked him why and he said usually Natasha's dealing with this but now she's on a mission and anyway they're all busy and it's just me and they'll be here in five minutes and… and I'm totally panicking" in a profile of information, Kate panics more and more constant, you even feel that her breathing is becoming noisy.

Of course, you have to put up with a long-winded sermon steeped in insecurity, even if you explicitly asked for the 'short version' just to avoid it, but being the good and supportive friend you are, as well as a master at making you panic you are already ready to explain carefully what to do.

"Kate. Aren't you a national champion in archery as well as an unreasonable number of other sports?" you blurt out, trying to get her to a trusted bathroom. "Yes?" "So go, be yourself, use your skills and show these recruits who Kate Bishop is!" you encourage her, clear and forthright as only you can be.

A few moments pass and you don't get a reply, so you decide to check if something has happened. "Kate, are you still there?" you ask suspiciously, waiting for a sign of life. "Y/N, they've arrived" in a whispered voice Kate almost mutters incomprehensibly.

"Go and destroy them all" you try your tactic one more time, hoping for a better result. "Ready or not now I'm in" concludes Kate leaving the setback of the call to you. "See you later Kate. Don't say anything to whoever you know who, about that thing you know" you hang up the call, and sitting alone in the chair.

Well yes, Alya in one quick moment during your call, literally darted out of the club, and you already know that this girl you won't see her again (or at least the next time you see her like this, it could be in quite some time ).

The thing that amazed you the most was the fact that you tried to read her mind, but there was something that prevented you, a kind of block... is it possible that Alya herself applied it? Almost nil.

"Well, enough of the nonsense for today, it's time to get back to my not-so-ordinary superhero life" without racking your brain once more, you run out of the very last drop of coffee and walk out of the coffee shop ready to go back to the compound.

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After Alya's improvised get-away

That call was like a saving grace for Alya, she couldn't have lasted a second longer. Even if her little escape will certainly have cost her her job, oh well she doesn't care much about this, however she doesn't even have to be here now.

She's never cared about her dearest superspeed as much as now, it's really true, sometimes she really saves your ass. Now the only thing she needed to figure out what to do without meeting any avenger again so as not to make another mess.

"Damn! Good Natalya, very good. You were about to prevent the birth of you and your siblings, basically suicide!" in an abandoned alley, as far away as possible from the coffee shop or from the compound in general, Alya yells at herself, if a passerby were to see her he would call her crazy.

"Oh, but that's not my fault! It's all my cocky stupid brother's fault! If Billy doesn't bring me back as soon as possible I swear I won't regret canceling his birth" in a typical family fury at this point, the redhead freaks out against a garbage can.

"But then why 2016?! Do he know what happens to mom this year and he sent me here! 'as a test' he said! 'I'll get you back in a few minutes' he said! And now I'm here, plus ten years away from home for almost a week! Kicking a bloody dumpster..." if she didn't know how to control herself now the poor dumpster would be in a bad way for how she's treating it, the only way to vent the frustration of be trapped in the past.

Part 2 Soon ...

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gingiesworld · 7 months

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Family Ties (1/?)

Natasha Romanoff x Werewolf Fem Reader

Warnings: Violence. Torture. Angst.

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18+ MINORS DNI

The Selene clan were well known among the other werewolf bloodlines. They were feared by most, and worshiped by more. Although, power can be an untrustworthy friend to have. Ricard Selene, one of the Elder's who had made a deal with a growing organization, thinking he would be protecting his clan. Only to be proven wrong one night.

As everyone had tried to save the young, running into the woods. Ricard made sure that Y/N was unable to follow her family. As much as she tried to bite and claw at him, he was stronger.

"This will be our new beginning little one." He told her with a smirk as he led her to one of the agents.

Y/N looked around in horror as a vast majority of her family were unfortunate, laying lifeless and scattered among the fields. Y/N tried to get away, but she was only a pup, she was unable to overpower them as they injected her with an unknown liquid, all she knew was that her entire body screamed as her blood felt like it was on fire.

"What was that?" Ricard questioned as the Agent smiled wickedly.

"Aconitine." He informed him as the two watched as Y/N writhed in pain.

"Wolfsbane." He stated as the agent nodded, signaling for another two to place her in a cage.

"This little one will help us create the ultimate weapon." He smirked as Y/N was loaded up into the van. Ricard followed them as he saw the bloodshed because of his actions. He knew at that moment, he would never be accepted back into the clan. He would be murdered brutally if he was found by any of his family.

Although he never realised that Y/N's father, Aaron was watching from the treeline. His youngest in his arms as he felt anger and pain as he watched his daughter get taken away like some rabid animal.

As the years went on, Y/N was experimented on, her blood drawn and studied. She was forced to train endless hours as she had a constant drip of aconitine running through her veins. When the night fell, she would be chained up and muzzled, as though the agents were afraid she would escape.

"Come on mut." An agent sneered as he slashed her arm, causing her to yelp out in pain. "Change." He ordered her. It had become a regular thing, the constant transformations would take its toll on her, especially with the constant injections and lack of nutrition. It was worse than death itself, although she woke everyday, hoping it would be her last. What she never knew was that one of her own family watched every day as she was tortured.

"So, you think this is another base like the Strucker base?" Tony questioned Steve as they all sat in the briefing room.

"Yes." Steve stated. "It is the second base that has been confirmed to take part in experimentation, but is even more heavily guarded than the Strucker base for some reason."

"Maybe it might be another infinity stone?" Thor questioned as Steve shook his head.

"We already found the mind stone in Loki's scepter." He pointed to Vision. "The space stone is off-world with the reality stone. The mind stone is with Dr Strange and the power stone is also off world and who knows where the soul stone is."

"So this base is kind of like Fort Knox." Tony stated. "We would be stupid to go there!"

"But we could be stopping something that could end the world." Natasha stated as everyone turned to her. "Maybe if we ask Fury for a team of agents to help take out the guards while we infiltrate the base, get whatever intel we can get our hands on and blow the place up."

"What if we find prisoners?" Wanda questioned as Tony huffed.

"Leave them behind and let them die." He told her.

"We can't do that!" Steve yelled as Tony scoffed.

"We don't need any more enhanced individuals running around here." Tony told them.

"You can't be serious." Steve scoffed. "They are still human, we can help them like we did with the twins." He gestured to Wanda who played with her fingers at the mention of her brother.

"You can't control their powers, Steve." Tony seethed.

"I don't need to control their powers, I just need to earn their trust and let them know that they are safe." Steve told him firmly.

"So it's settled, any prisoners we bring with us for Cho and Bruce to check out." Natasha spoke firmly, looking around the room and waiting for anyone to disagree, her eyes soon glaring holes in Tony's head.

"We leave at sundown." Steve told them before he left the room with an angry Tony on his tail. Natasha had requested backup for this mission, only getting a firm yes from Fury.

The start of the mission went as expected, many Hydra agents were ready for the attack on the base. The SHIELD agents helped in taking the enemy out and covering the Avengers as they infiltrated the base.

"I have the intel." Tony informed everyone as Nat and Steve had walked side by side, lines of cells were locked but most remained empty.

"We have a prisoner." Steve informed them as he opened the door as Nat entered the cell, her heart broke at the sight of the woman who had been strung up and muzzled.

"What's with the chains?" Nat questioned as Steve helped get her down.

"I wish I knew." Steve told her. "Get ready to catch her." Nat had done as she was told, holding her around her waist as she fell limp in her arms. She could feel her ribs very prominently as she was also extremely light. Steve had also removed the muzzle and picked her up in his arms. "We're on our way out. Bruce, we need you on standby." Steve spoke over comms as Nat covered him.

"Who do we have?" Bruce asked as soon as Steve placed the girl on the gurney.

"It's a female, but I can't quite tell how old. Must be in her 20s?" Steve told him as Bruce started to work on cleaning the wounds.

"We're 5 minutes from landing." Clint notified everyone as Bruce decided to have the girls help with making sure that the patient was secure for landing.

"We're going to need Wanda to look into her mind." Tony stated as they landed.

"No." Wanda shook her head as Steve gave Tony a disapproving look.

"We don't need to do that." Steve told him firmly. "When she is well and ready, then we can question her. Until then, she is off limits." Tony just scoffed as he headed towards his lab, leaving Bruce, Cho and Steve to head to the med bay.

"Do you think she has powers?" Wanda asked as the two entered the kitchen.

"I don't know but the way she was strapped up tells me that there may be a reason." Nat mumbled as she brewed the coffee. "I just don't know what." She turned to face Wanda. "She had a muzzle on, like the one from that vampire show you watch, the one with the two brothers and the doppelganger."

"The Vampire Diaries." Wanda stated excitedly making Nat chuckle. "Do you think she is a vampire?"

"Vampires don't exist." Nat told her with a smirk.

"You never know." Wanda shrugged. "We live in a world where I can move things with my mind, Steve and Bucky have super human strength. We have a God of Thunder who visits regularly, so really anything is possible."

"I doubt that vampires are real." Nat chuckled.

"What about Dracula?" Wanda questioned with a raised brow.

"He was a recluse." Nat told her. "He never showered because he was afraid of water. The reason he was claimed to be a vampire is because of the lack of vitamin D, so he lost the pigment in his skin and the light hurt his eyes. That's where all of the myths come from."

"But it could be." Wanda questioned again as Nat shrugged.

"Anything is possible I guess." She said as she handed Wanda a cup as she walked away with a smirk on her face, leaving an excited Wanda behind.

She made her way to the med bay, standing beside Steve as he looked through the window as Bruce and Cho worked on her.

"Any news?" Nat asked as he sighed.

"No, she is still unconscious, Bruce has taken a blood sample to do some blood work." He told her. "There are multiple scars on her body and her wounds are practically healed."

"She looks just a little older than Wanda." Nat stated as Steve looked at her. "The lines around the eyes." She told him as he nodded. "But why would Hydra have her? What does she have that they want?"

"There have been sightings of beasts running around some Hydra bases." Vision informed them.

"What kind of beasts?" Steve asked as he took the tablet from the synthezoid.

"They seem to be of the canine family." He informed them. "But they also seem to be looking for someone."

"Her." Nat stated as the two looked at her. "The last base they had infiltrated was only 300 miles away from the base we had just been to."

"So do you think she could be one of those beasts?" Steve questioned as she shrugged.

"Let's just see if she wakes up, we can ask her when she is better." She told the two.

"But what if she is a danger to us all?" Vision questioned as Nat shook her head.

"She won't be if we don't string her up like a fucking animal." She growled before Vision left the room.

"So you think we are all safe?" Steve asked her as she nodded.

"Yes." Nat nodded. "She has been a prisoner for who knows how long. If we treat her as one, then yes, she will likely turn. But if we treat her as an innocent, a casualty of war, we may earn her trust."

"I hope you're right about this Natasha." Steve told her before he left, Nat remained watching as the doctor's worked on her. It was a while until she was moved into another room before Bruce came out.

"How is she?" Nat asked him as he sighed.

"She is ok." He told her. "There was a lot of scar tissue and multiple lacerations, but nothing too major."

"Then why is she still out?" Nat questioned as he shrugged.

"I don't know. We did multiple scans and nothing." He told her. "I have her blood work to go over and I will tell you as soon as I have the results."

"Thanks Bruce." She smiled at him as he nodded before heading to his lab. Nat entered the room where she lay sleeping, Nat decided to sit in a chair and wait however long she needed to until Y/N woke up. Looking through the folder she had took from the synthezoid as the steady sound of Y/N's breathing filled the room.

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