#natasha romanoff x reader
Imagine Loki - Livro favorito
A torre Stark estava borbulhando como sempre, com o sol da manhã iluminando tudo através das paredes de vidro.
Empolgada, mal conseguia conter o sorriso bobo enquanto apertava o botão no elevador. Apesar da caixa de metal ser espaçosa, estava cheia de agentes com suas papeladas falando em seus comunicadores.
Dei outra olhada na linda capa do meu livro antes de aperta-lo contra o peito novamente, em completa certeza de que chegaria são e salvo para apresentá-lo aos Vingadores.
Steve sempre perguntou sobre as histórias contemporâneas, sorri ao pensar como ficariam felizes que finalmente o terminei -de novo- e estaria disposta a emprestar meu pequeno tesouro quando as imensas portas do elevador se abriram.
Toda a torre era de tirar o fôlego, mas esse é meu lugar favorito. Sua tecnologia transbordava das mesas e telões exibindo os projetos mais fantásticos, com os membros mais importantes pelos corredores. Continuei minha jornada passando pelos projetos de novas armaduras e laboratórios com substâncias coloridas até a enorme sala de reunião dos Vingadores.
Dei mais uma olhadinha em meu peito antes de entrar em silêncio. Estavam todos sentados numa mesa oval prestando atenção em Tony que explicava algo importante, atrás estavam alguns gráficos e anotações.
— Precisamos acabar com essa organização. Isso vai terminar o mais rápido possível, não se desviem do plano e nos vemos em algumas semanas. -O vingador se afastou da mesa, exatamente como previsto a reunião terminaria agora. Me aproximei enquanto todos recolhiam seus pertences.
—Bom dia pessoal! Olha! Eu trouxe o livro que prometi! -ergui a capa para eles, mostrando meu livrinho favorito.
— S/n não é a hora certa, depois tudo bem? - Natasha murmurou, sem dar muita atenção. Observei Clint sair sem nem dizer nada.
— Mas... combinamos isso semanas atrás... -comentei baixinho, tentando disfarçar minha frustração.
— Podemos ver isso outra outra hora, S/n. As coisas ficaram urgentes. -Disse Steve, me dando uns tapinhas nas costas antes de ir. Mais da metade ja tinha ido embora, apressada.
— Até logo S/n. -Bruce acenou parecendo tão sem graça quanto eu, antes de encostar a porta por último.
Suspirei, admirando a cidade fervilhando de pessoas e carros. Eu não deveria me sentir tão chateada, eles estão cuidando das pessoas, tem coisas mais importantes que um livro estúpido. Continuo repetindo isso na minha cabeça numa tentativa de parecer menos triste.
— Ei S/n! -Tony voltou, esticando sua cabeça entre a brecha na porta. — Não se esqueça de vigiar o Loki.
— Claro, senhor Stark. -ele deu uma piscadinha e sumiu novamente. Olhando o sofisticado relógio ja estava até atrasada 2 minutos, então voltei ao grande elevador, apertando os botões do subsolo desta vez.
Diferente do penúltimo andar, o subsolo era mais simples, focado em enormes portas de aço com senhas elaboradas e cartões de acesso. O número de seguranças era dobrado, e o de armas também.
E lá estava o Deus da trapaça. Preso em sua enorme cela com vidros reforçados que seria do Hulk, primeiramente. Assim que as portas se abriram, o mais alto exibiu um familiar sorriso debochado.
— Olá, querida. Fiquei com saudades... -ele se aproximou.
— Não seja idiota Loki, eu estou aqui desde o início. Deixada de fora das missões porque preciso vigiar o Deus chifrudo! -Bufei, sentando na cadeira, pronta para mais um turno.
—Algum vingador precisava assumir a tarefa, não é mesmo? Tenho sorte que tenha sido você. -o moreno, diferente de mim, parecia com bom humor e notou rápido um objeto incomum acima da mesinha.
—Trouxe um presente para mim? -inclinando a cabeça para ler o título escrito na lombada —Nunca ouvi falar desse.
— Não é presente nenhum! Mantenha-se bem longe do meu livro! -Loki me olhou surpreso.
— Se é tão importante oque esta fazendo aqui?
— Vou empresta-lo aos Vingadores.
— Mesmo assim, por que o trouxe aqui agora? -o Deus arqueou uma sobrancelha. Quase podia ver as engrenagens rodando em seu cérebro. Mas eu não podia dizer a ele sobre o mal entendido de meia hora atrás, muito menos da missão que me deixaria como única vingadora na Torre por alguns dias.
— Não importa. -murmurei, tampouco querendo tocar no assunto. Estava decidida a ignora-lo hoje.
— Se iria emprestar, deve ser bom. Qual a sinopse? - Quando não respondi, Loki deu umas batidinhas no vidro chamando atenção para o grande bico em seu rosto. Tão fofo, que levantei da cadeira e fui em sua direção.
Encostei parte da capa no vidro e ele se abaixou um pouco para ler a sinopse sozinho. Seus olhos verdes iam e voltavam acompanhando as linhas antes de se fixar nas meus.
— Parece uma história muito interessante. -sorriu de canto.
Afastei a capa do vidro e me virei de volta, escondendo o sorrisinho de ao menos uma pessoa ter reconhecido o potencial da minha história. Mas então me sentei séria na cadeira, passando as próximas horas decidida à ignora-lo.
Quando finalmente terminei meu turno, ja estava começando a anoitecer e entraram cinco guardas para cobrir meu lugar. Normalmente, o tempo passava entre minhas conversas com o Deus da mentira. Hoje, no silêncio, estava mais cansada e com dor de tantas horas na mesma posição como se o tempo tivesse passado mais devagar. E esse estresse não foi embora.
Com horas de filmes assistidos, refeições, exercícios, meditação e até uma corrida noturna, nada parecia me tirar uma sensação de inquietação e falta de sono, e foi as 3 horas da manhã que descobri oque tinha de errado: esqueci meu livro.
Precisava ir buscá-lo então troquei para um roupa decente e tirei o carro da garagem, dirigindo tranquilamente pelo trânsito vazio iluminado pelos postes e faróis, com alguns bares também abertos.
Apesar de durante a madrugada a Torre ser notavelmente calma, ela nunca foi totalmente vazia. Os corredores estavam mais livres, mas alguns agentes ainda trabalhavam em suas mesas até tarde, e os seguranças cumpriam seu dever. Sem disputa pelos elevadores, foi até mais rápido voltar a cela de Loki, onde havia o esquecido na mesa.
Quando as portas se abriram, Loki estava deitado na cela, sem dizer nada. Os seguranças se olhavam entre si de forma confusa.
— Esqueceu alguma coisa? -perguntou um.
— Eu... -a mesa estava vazia. Imediatamente me ocorreu que se soubessem de qualquer objeto pessoal aqui, estaria ferrada. Tony arrancaria minha pele.
— Vou fazer algumas horas extras. -contornei.
— Deveria ter avisado antes, é o protocolo. - Informou outro.
— Eu sei, mas não imaginei... qual é, vocês não querem uma folga? -Rapidamente os guardas acenaram em concordância e me entregaram o posto com facilidade apesar dos olhares desconfiados.
Assim que todos deixaram o corredor, e eu estava à sós com o Deus da trapaça, fechei a cara.
— Onde esta? -exclamei, apontando para mesa vazia.
— Onde esta oque? -perguntou ele, com a maior cara de pau. Me aproximei de sua jaula, batendo forte no vidro. Ja sentia o nervosismo subindo pelo meu sangue. Realmente quer
— A limpeza só vem amanhã e os guardas nem sabiam de nada, realmente quer jogar esse jogo? -Imediatamente sua ilusão deitado desapareceu e o verdadeiro Loki se mostrou de pé. Seus dedos apontaram para a mesa, e ao me virar, ali estava meu pequeno amontoado de páginas.
— Seu idiota -quase rosnei. Voltando para conferir, lá estava ele do jeito que deixei. Sem folhas amassadas, rasgos ou qualquer rasura.
— Se comprometeu em outro turno só por isso? Acho que consigo entender, é um dos melhores livros que ja li na vida. Me arrisco à dizer que é um dos melhores em Midgard.
Arregalo os olhos me virando na hora, um misto de surpresa, raiva e alegria passavam pela minha cabeça. Loki agora esta com as mãos para trás, divagando sua opinião tranquilamente.
— Oque? Você...?
— Sim. E é fantástico. O plot no final foi muito bem construído, não acha? -comentou. Por mais raiva que estivesse subindo ao meu sangue, não consegui conter o sorriso que estampou meu rosto. Mas então um pensamento pior ocorreu em minha mente.
— Como fez meu livro passar pela jaula?
— Vamos fazer um acordo, eu não revelo nenhum dos meus truques, e também não conto que você esqueceu qualquer coisa aqui dentro. -ele piscou seus olhos verdes para mim.
— Esta tudo bem, S/n -Loki continuou.- Agora que ja se comprometeu em ficar aqui, vamos conversar. Estava louco pela sua volta.
— Conversar sobre oque? - arqueei a sobrancelha. Uma espécie de sentimento reconfortante se instalava em mim.
— Você sabe sobre oque. -convidou, e não resisti em arrastar minha cadeira o mais perto possível de sua cela para me acomodar confortavelmente do outro lado do vidro.
Eu posso estar muito ferrada depois, mas agora uma noite com meus personagens favoritos em pauta e os olhos verdes de um certo deus pareciam bem seguros. Pelo menos, só por essa noite.
Yelena Belova x Reader
"Alright pizza for Capsicle ,Tin Man, Thunderbird, Chinese for Bird boy,Bewitched,Red and Lena and I are having Burger and chips." You looked around confused when no one came running in at the smell of food "Guys come on I got your favourites let's go before it gets cold." With no replies you called out to your girlfriend "Lena darling let's go dinner." You sigh walking out of the kitchen and into the meeting room completely oblivious to their somber expressions "I've called you guys twice come on." "My love come on dinner." You shouted out. You knew she was home the mission wasn't going to take long and with Natasha you knew the mission would be even shorter and that they would be here for dinner "Y/N" Tony looked at you "Where is Yelena they are usually home by now." "Y/N." Your head whipped around at Natasha voice and how quite it was "Tasha where's Lena?" Your eyebrows forward in confusion as a pit formed in your stomach dreading her answer "I uh Y/N I we lost all communications it we eh it was an ambush and there was nothing I could do I tried god Y/N I really tried but I couldn’t find her." You didn't reply to her just running to your guys shared room bursting through the door hoping to see her on the bed perfectly fine smiling tiredly at you, but she wasn't it was empty and so quite without her rock albums from the 80s playing quietly in the background. You felt a hand touch your back and that's all it took for you to drop to the floor sobbing "No I no I can't I Lena no please please I will do anything anything just oh please." Natasha just held you as you both cried in the doorway of yours and Yelena's bedroom "shhh it's ok Y/N."
Weeks went by three weeks to be exact you barely left the room and only talked to Natasha as she told you what ever updated she or leads they could find. You lay across the bed as you let your mind wonder with a knock on your door bringing you out of your thoughts "what." "It's Steve can I come in." "Sure." This surprised him you hadn't given anyone but Natasha the time of day but you knew Steve you have known him for a long time, he was the one who introduced you to the Avengers and evidently introduced you to Yelena and well he understood not knowing how the love of his life was doing. " I know you don't want to talk so can I just sit." "Yeah." They had all been trying to get you to talk but you didn't want to you only wanted to talk to her tell her how much you loved her and that was it any other words where a waste of air time. And so you both sat in silence for an hour before you broke "I miss her giddy laugh, her suit jackets, the little smirk she wears when she beats you or Natasha at training. I miss the way she strokes my hair and teaches me Russian I miss the way her eyes light up when she gets an idea or how she holds my hand when she drives god I miss her Steve, can eh can you promise me you won't give up please you... you got to find her for me." Steve just looked at "yeah Y/N I promise we will find her ok." He left after that and you drifted off to sleep.
Two weeks later Natasha came running into your room "Y/N we have a location get up." You had never sprung out of bed so fast before in your life "can I come with you." You weren't an Avenger so usually you didn't but the team knew that if they touched down to get Yelena and you weren't there she wouldn't be to happy no matter if they had just rescued we or not "yeah let's go." You ran to the Quinjet and sat beside Steve "thank you" Steve just looked at her "for what we haven't got her yet." "I know but you didn't give up you kept your promise so thank you." You anxiously shook your leg as the Quinjet landed hoping that this was it that you where getting her back.
Yelena trudged up the road sore and covered in blood she was not dying in that hell hole she was going to be back to you she has you promised burgers and chips for dinner well that and she just wanted to hold you and cuddle you and tell you how much she loved her. She stopped suddenly at the sound of feet pounding the pavement coming towards her as relief, happiness and love washed over her.
The jet had landed and you had spotter her before anyone else "Y/N what is it." You didn't give a response to Steve as you took off up the road. It was her you knew it was her god run faster Y/N that's all you think as you raced towards her seeing the relief in her eyes it was you, you where there to rescue her. You didn't stop as you ran straight into her not bothering to care about the blood on her clothes. With a grunt she caught you and wrapped her hands around you tightly scared to let you go burying her head into your hair "Marry me." You pulled back from her "what?" "Marry me Y/N." You just grabbed her and held her tighter trying not to hurt her. You pulled back as tears welled up in your eyes at the extent of her wounds "oh god Lena I'll marry you right here promise me you won't scare me like that again though please." Yelena just smiled tiredly at you nodding her head.
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It was... Intensive
Warnings: smut +18, sexual content, fingering, f x f, lesbian sex, cunnilingus, sex in public, cheating
+18 MINORS DO NOT INTERACT
Summary: Your best friend helps you detach yourself from reality.
Natasha Romanoff x Fem!Reader
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You were so tired of faking that everything is alright. Your relationship fell apart with each passing day. It wasn't the same as it used to be. Once you both loved each other, now you were together because it was much easier that way. Pretend you still feel something for him every day. Your life has become monotonous.
All the hours spent together looked the same. Nothing has changed. Well, maybe apart from the feeling you once had. You didn't feel anything for Bruce anymore. Just sad indifference. Pretending to be a happy couple in front of people was not easy. Just the thought of having to grab his hand made you disgusted. You didn't even sleep in one bed.
You weren't even sure what you were doing this for. You didn't care about him. Perhaps the thought that you would admit your mistake to your parents, who did not support the relationship from the beginning.
That evening you made an appointment with Natasha for a couple of drinks. You had a day off from work so you didn't want to stay home because you knew Bruce would be there. You didn't have to spend time with him unless it was necessary.
You started the preparations with a hot bath. You needed to relax, for a long time now your whole body was terribly tense. You poured your beloved chocolate bubble bath into the water. It was your favorite fragrance. You shake everything with your hand to make foam. You took off all your unnecessary clothing.
You stared at your naked reflection in the mirror for a moment. What happened to this confident young woman? Everything has changed since you started dating Bruce. You didn't feel so attractive anymore. You don't even remember the last time he praised you, what your body looks like. You wanted to see yourself as goddesses. You deserve it. You have decided that tonight will change your life. You will love yourself and your curves again.
You carefully put one foot in the bathtub, making sure the temperature is right. The water was hot. Only that could help soothe your sore muscles. You get immersed in the water. You don't remember the last time you were so relaxed. The light from the candles gave you a blissful feeling of peace. You reached for a glass of wine you put on the edge of the tub.
After an hour you stand on the bathroom tiles. You shudder at the feeling of their coldness, wrapped your body in a fluffy white towel, and brushed your teeth. Then did some facial treatments. The next step was to lubricate the body. For today, you've chosen a balm with a slightly chocolate-strawberry aroma.
Completely refreshed, you returned to the bedroom and then to the dressing room. From the cupboard, you pulled out new baby pink lace underwear. For a moment you wondered what to wear for tonight. You've chosen a short, satin dress that you haven't had the chance to test yet. Looking in the mirror you marveled at how well it fits all your curves. You looked really sexy. You finally felt as beautiful as one time.
You put on more makeup than usual. Now, your eyes were shimmering with the glitter you used. The lips looked really tempting in that blood-red lipstick. The confidence emanated from your posture, and that was it all about. The highlighter made you look like a celebrity.
You packed the phone and keys in a small purse. Finally, you were ready to leave. Without even looking at the couch where your "boyfriend" was sitting, you made your way to the door.
You got into the yellow taxi and after a while, you stood in front of the "Inferno" club illuminated by red neon lights. You wrote to Natasha, she was already inside.
Without waiting for anything else, you entered the club and immediately went to the bar next to which your friend was standing. "Hi!" As soon as Nat noticed you, she stepped off the barstool and hugged you. "You look so beautiful in that dress, honey!"
You smiled slightly at her praise. Bruce probably wouldn't even notice your little change. You ordered yourselves a drink, sitting at the bar all the time, laughing and talking. You don't even remember the last time you had so much fun. Banner restricted all of your life areas. You finally felt free. "That's my favorite song!" Romanoff tried to shout over the loud music. "You have to go dancing with me!"
Without waiting for your reply, she pulled your hand and led you out onto the crowded dance floor. Honestly, you didn't want to dance, but you didn't want to say "no" to her either.
You don't even know at what point you started rubbing against each other. The feeling of her body against yours was heavenly. Natasha, as if reading your mind, turned to look at you. You felt her hands on your hips. Your lips started a fight for domination. Her hand began to wander down your dress. She tugged its end gently.
Your whole body stiffened as Romanoff touched your smooth pussy. She didn't care if you were still on the dance floor full of people where someone might notice it at any moment. "God!" She moaned into your ear. "You're so wet for me. When was the last time someone touched you the way I do?" "I don't remember." Your cheeks turned red in the embarrassment. They resembled the color of a ripe tomato. Natasha did not expect such honesty.
She laughed a little, which made you worse embarrassed. Without asking any more questions, she took her hand out from your panties and licked her wet fingers provocatively.
After a while, you both ended up in a bathroom. Natasha pushed you onto the dark tiles. She smiled as she noticed the goosebumps on your skin. You couldn't help it that your own friend turned you on.
You had never thought of her that way before. "Tell me, sweetheart..." Her lips were on your neck. More shivers passed you as Natasha left bite marks on your sensitive skin. "Do you want me to ruin that pretty body of yours?" "Y-yes." You stuttered. "Yes, what?" She smiled maliciously.
"Yes, please." You said quietly. "You have to be louder. I want everyone in this fucking club to hear how thirsty you are for me. "Please fuck me!" You practically screamed. "If you are asking so nicely." She smiled seeing what state she brought you to. Just at that moment, you felt her fingers inside you.
You groaned out loud at a feeling you've never had before. You were not used to such delicate hands, but to be honest you liked what Natasha did to your body much more than men did.
Her fingers skimming along your slick lower lips. You couldn't help but keep out loud moans and gasps. Her free hand slid against the side of your face straight to the mouth. You sucked her finger at which Romanoff snarled loudly.
She had dreamed about this moment for so long. Now that she finally had you at her disposal, she couldn't get enough of your beautiful face. Your moans made Natasha want you even more. She has long suspected you're not straight. Tonight she found out the hard way.
Seeing her watching you fiercely, you pulled Natasha into a careless kiss. Her lips were soft and juicy. It was a nice change from the dry ones you've always been in contact with.
She cupped your jaw and titled your head back. She wanted to remember this view for the rest of her life. You were canting your hips for more. Natasha's fingers coated in your arousal. She was so close to your clit. She moved her thumb so she could circle it.
You were squirming at the pleasure she gave you. Your lips didn't part, you both wanted more. Suddenly she knelt down in front of you, tore your soaked panties to shreds, and made her way to your inner thighs. The feeling of her lips against your body was indescribable. You grabbed the strands of her hair with trembling hands. You weren't worried about her hairstyle, which was ruined at the moment. You had to hold on to the wall, you knew you could fall at any moment, and you were already very close to it.
Her tongue on your pussy was incredible. You knew this one time would not be enough. Natasha made you addicted to her touch and the pleasure it carried.
You were like a junkie, missing the right dose for months. Your friend was like a drug and you wanted more with every second. You would give anything to feel like this all the time. You were high. "I'm gonna cum." You moaned. "Cum, baby." She said with her lips still on your sensitive area. "Cum for me!"
"Everything fine there?" You heard a knock on the bathroom door and a concerned woman's voice. You got scared a little, but you didn't want Nat to stop. "Yeah! Everything is fine!" At the same moment you came with a loud groan.
Natasha laughed, which sent shivers down your body. "Did he ever make you so wet?" She asked with a mocking smile. Even though she had wanted you for a long time, playing with a girl of the would-be boyfriend was satisfying, to say the least. Romanoff knew she got you into a state you never knew before. Natasha made a beast out of you.
You came home on shaky legs. You still got chills at what you did with Nat. She made you addicted to herself. You wanted more and more.
When you entered the apartment, you noticed that Bruce was still sitting on the couch in the living room. Hearing the door open, he glanced towards you. "How was your night with Nat?" Bruce asked. He noticed the smudged lipstick you had all over your chin. "It was..." You have been wondering for a moment. "Intensive."
Just remembering it, wetness floated down your naked thighs.
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Natasha: What makes you think I’m upset?
Y/N: The giant hole you carved into the table.
Natasha: Oops, didn’t notice.
*moves fruit bowl over hole*
Natasha: There. Fixed it.
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Natasha: Let’s get proof. Step one: put a delicious pie in the fridge and cover it in poison.
Y/N: That’s step one?! What’s step two?
Natasha: Tell their widows they are thieves.
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Y/N: I’m quick at math.
Natasha: Okay, what’s 38 x 76?
Natasha: That’s not even close.
Y/N: But it was quick.
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Y/N: Did you just refer to a knife as a “people opener”?
Natasha: Should I not have?
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Y/n: I don't think this is going to work out
Wanda: Why not?
Y/n: Between a super hot assassin and you, Ms. Magic Hands how am I suppose to stay focused ?
Natasha: * Appears behind Y/n and whispers in her ear* I think you can manage
Y/n: * blushes then faints*
Wanda: Nat you can't keep doing this to the gay ones
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My mom just made me a cup of tea in my dads father's day mug, and now im just getting a fucking tidal wave of memory's of the singlemom!nat HC's lmao
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Sam: Girl, did it hurt when you fell from heaven?
Natasha: No, Y/N caught me.
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Natasha: Welcome home. Would you like dinner first...
Natasha, winks seductively: ... or me?
Y/N: I think I'll have dinner first.
Natasha, pouting: Oh.
Y/N: *Suddenly lifts her and takes her to their bedroom*
Natasha: Wait what are you doing?
Y/N: I'm having my dinner.
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lucky - natasha romanoff
Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x reader
Warnings: just pure fluff, r drinks wine
Word Count: 964
A/N: I got wine drunk and started feeling
Gif not mine
You got home late after a long day at work. You slipped off your shoes, leaving them by the door and sighing as you dropped your shoulders and walked further into your apartment. You flicked on the kitchen light, dropping your bag on the kitchen island stool.
You opened the fridge, looking for something to eat. Nothing but the half empty bottle of rosé caught your attention. You pulled it out, deciding on ordering takeout for the night, internally groaning at the time, limited options.
You softly placed the glass bottle on the countertop, not wanting to make noise, knowing your girlfriend was asleep a thin wall away. You opened the cabinet and pulled out a wine glass, pulling your phone out from your back pocket and scrolling through a delivery app. You set the glass down and dug through your bag and pulled out your earbuds, putting on a daily playlist and dancing to the music, trying to decide where to eat.
Natasha stirred awake, hearing shuffling noises coming from the kitchen. You weren’t making noise, but Natasha was trained to be on her toes all the time, she would’ve been able to hear you even if you didn’t make any noise. She sat up and wiped her eyes, yawning.
She stood up, slipping into your pair of soft slippers she loved wearing when you weren’t home. She quietly opened the door and made her way down the dark hallway, the only light coming from the door to the kitchen.
She could hear you humming as you tried to make a decision. You were leaning against the counter, wine glass resting against your lip, your arms wrapped around yourself and phone brought up to your face. Your head moved to the beat and your slightly faster breath told Natasha you’d been dancing just before she got there.
Natasha giggled at the sight, your eyes were squinted and she could practically hear you complaining about a headache the next day. She walked closer to you, snaking her hands onto either side of your hips, as you pulled the phone away from your face and place it on the counter behind you.
You smiled as Natasha pulled you closer, connecting your lips in a tender kiss. Her lips were soft against yours, her hands pulling you impossibly closer against her body as your hands tangled into her hair.
Your girlfriend’s hands travelled up to your waist, squeezing slightly before slipping her fingers just underneath the hem of your shirt. Natasha tilted her head, deepening the kiss.
As much as you loved the hot and heavy, quick and dirty moments you shared with your girlfriend, this was what you loved the most. Small and intimate moments like these, made you feel warm all over, made you feel safe, made you feel home.
You hopped onto the counter, Natasha slipping between your legs, her hands trailing down your outer thighs then back up to your hips. You pulled away from her, your lips red and a little swollen, small pants leaving both of your lips.
You shared a look, and you could’ve sword you saw her eyes sparkle. Even in the dim lighting of your small kitchen, her face still looked perfect and you wondered how lucky you are that someone so perfect chose you.
“What?” She asked, looking back down at your lips, then back up at your eyes.
“Nothing,” You leaned forward and captured her lips with your own again. This time, your hands wondered down to her waist as she pressed herself closer to the counter, simultaneously pulling you closer by your face.
Natasha didn’t like talking about her feelings, she had trouble vocalizing when she cared about someone. It would’ve been a problem for anyone but her. Natasha had a way of showing you how much she cared about you, how much she loved you. It was in the way her thumb rubbed circles over the exposed skin of your thigh, how her kiss was never too rough or too soft, just the right amount of give and take, in the way she woke up and decided to leave her bed to come see you in the middle of the night because she knew you were exhausted from work and needed the extra care.
She may not know how to tell you she loves you, but she shows you every day.
You basked in her warmth for another moment before pulling away from her one more time. She stepped back from the counter as you hopped off, turning your back to her to pick up your phone from the counter.
She wrapped her arms around you from behind, resting her head on your shoulder looking down at your phone, and pressing her lips on your shoulder. You picked up your wine glass and took another sip, going back to your delivery app.
“Babe it’s midnight,” She mumbled into your ear.
“I know,” You said, chuckling and giving up on finding somewhere that wasn’t fast food. “Pizza or burgers?”
“Pizza,” She said after letting out a soft giggle.
As you made your selections, Natasha reached for one of your earbuds and plopped it into her ear, slowly starting to sway the both of you to the soft music playing through the small device.
Once you were done placing your order, she swirled you around and placed your arms around her neck, then putting hers on your waist. She never once stopped swaying to the music, pulling you closer as your lips connected once again.
And for what felt like the millionth time just that day, swaying to the soft music in the tiny New York apartment kitchen in the middle of the night, you wondered to yourself just how did you get so lucky?
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five more minutes | n.r.
summary: Soulmates cursed to never be together, each life always longing for a love that they've never met..or so they think.
warnings: temporary character deaths, reincarnation?, violence, self-sacrifice, angst with a happy ending, implied sexual content, language
based off of Billie Eilish's cover of "the end of the fucking world" originally produced by Rob Dickinson
one life is based on the film “underwater” by William Eubank
word count: 8,344
---- = separate life
/ = a skip in time, same life
Your chest is heaving as you pry open the door to the last safe house in the city, everything turning to hell ever since the “End of the World” started happening. Smoldering flakes of ash were falling from the sky and the bombs were getting set off every few minutes, absolute mayhem engulfing the world around you. This safe house was located on the city's outskirts, technically not disaster-proof but far away enough to be human-proof from the rest of the world.
You belong to one of the major power families that run your district, your father and mother getting killed earlier this morning because of it. The y/l/n's have always been feuding with the other families in control, everyone always hungry for power and willing to do anything to let their family have it.
Stepping inside the house, your boots creak on the wood, the door slowly closing behind you. Your gun feels heavy on your waist as you cautiously take a few steps forward, listening for any signs that someone else might be in the safe house with you.
You hear another creek of the floorboards and in one swift motion, you pull out your gun, keeping your finger resting on the trigger. You move quietly to the kitchen where the noise came from, arm raised and aimed forward. Almost simultaneously, both of you sidestep and see each other, the corners of your lips twitching up as you see Natalia in all her glory. "Y/n." Natasha greets curtly and you nod your head, both of you aiming guns at one another. "Natalia." You say in the same tone before the ground shakes, rattling the house. "Running away like always?" Nat taunts and your eyes quickly scan over her features, taking in the disheveled and tired look on her face.
"You were here first." You comment and she rolls her eyes, adjusting the grip on her gun. "I'm gonna have to kill you now, huh?" She says and you quirk an eyebrow, still on edge as you watch her body language. "Do you really want to kill me? Or does your family just want to?" You ask and her eyebrows furrow, you not wanting to deal with this stupid family feud while the world is ending around you. When the redhead doesn't answer, you shake your head, a breathy laugh escaping your lips as you look at Natalia. "What happened to us, Nat? We used to be so close." You say and Nat sighs, glancing down at her gun before making eye contact with you. "Family happened Y/n. Families got greedy for power and we got dragged into it. A Romanova couldn't be associated with a y/l/n, could it?" She says and you purse your lips together, eyebrows furrowing slightly as you make a decision.
"I don't want to spend my last few moments on earth fighting you, Talia." You say as you slowly lower your gun, Natasha's shoulders relaxing slightly at the action. "What are you saying, Y/n?" Nat asks and you look at your childhood best friend with a certain desperation in your eyes. "I'm asking you to put our family feuds aside, just this once." You pause briefly before speaking. "I don't want to be alone when the world ends." You say softly and Nat contemplates your offer, only taking a few moments to make up her mind. Natalia nods her head and slowly puts the gun down, giving you a soft "okay" as she looks at you. You nod your head and echo her statement, whispering a soft "okay." before holstering your gun.
You’re sitting on the front porch as you watch the world around you fall apart, sipping on some old beer you found in the fridge. The soft opening of the front door causes your head to turn, seeing Natalia step onto the porch with a cigarette in hand.
You’ve been listening to the radio for the past hour, hearing the news cover the chaos as you sit there with the wind blowing in your face.
Natalia doesn't say anything as slowly moves to sit down beside you, wordlessly offering you a hit of her cigarette. You shake your head and hold up your beer in a similar fashion, Nat shaking her head as well. The rustling of the grass and the crackling radio are the only things heard as you both look forward, Nat placing the cigarette between her lips and you taking a swig of your beer.
Tentatively, you place your head on Natalia's shoulder, trying to see how the other woman would react. You feel Nat tense up at your action and you internally panic, thinking that you stepped over a line. Sure, you could've done that when you both were little..but now you're all grown up, times have changed. You're about to pull away when Nat wraps an arm around your waist, pulling you closer to her as she relaxes. There are no words exchanged as you lean into her side, Nat taking one last drag of her cigarette before tossing it on the ground. Crushing the nub with her boot, she makes sure it's exterminated, not wanting to start a fire (not like it matters though). You both sit there in a comfortable silence afterward, the radio droning on and on about how horrible the world is.
After a while, you decide to break the silence, still keeping your head on Nat's shoulder. "I love you, Talia." You say softly, feeling the warmth radiating off of the other woman. "What did you say?" She asks and your head turns slightly to look at her, trying to read her expression. "I love you, Talia." You repeat, lowering your head back down to her shoulder once you've made eye contact. "Always have, always will." You finish and wait for Natalia's response, wanting to see if she pulls away or not. Nat is quiet for a second before you feel her arm tightening around your waist, her head turning to kiss your temple softly. "I love you too, Y/n." She whispers, closing her eyes as she leaves her lips there. "I'm sorry that we drifted apart." Nat mumbles against your skin and you place your hand on her knee, rubbing your thumb in a small circle. "I'm sorry too." You say, planes flying overhead. "I've never hated you, you know. I just didn't want to disappoint my parents." Nat says and you nod your head, looking up at her and smiling softly. "I know Nat. I know." You say, bringing your hand up and gently brushing your fingertips along her jawline. Natalia leans into the touch and looks down at you, watching the way you look at her with such care that she hasn't seen in a while.
Your fingertips move down and you run your thumb over Nat's bottom lip, glancing into her eyes one more time before leaning up. You kiss Natalia delicately as she kisses back, eyes fluttering closed as her free hand cups your jaw.
Are you kissing her because it's the end of the world, or are you kissing her because you've been in love with your best friend ever since you were five? Either way, you're kissing her and my god her lips are soft.
You both pull away gently as you look at each other, sadness and regret in both of your eyes. Besides you, the radio continues to. crackle out the news.
...nuclear warhead..five minutes..seek shelter immediately..
Your breath catches in your throat and your heart rate speeds up, panic filling your chest as Natalia simply reaches over and shuts the radio off. “Shh hey, it’s gonna be okay.” Nat whispers as she pulls you closer to her chest. “I don’t want to die Talia.” You whisper as you cling onto the redhead, head burying into her neck and arms wrapping around her torso. “Five more minutes.” Nat repeats the phrase on the radio and you nod your head, taking in her scent. “Five more minutes.” You echo her as she hugs you tighter, both of you knowing that there isn’t enough time to escape. You’ve spent your whole lives avoiding and hating each other, so why continue doing it now.
“I wish we had more time.” You whisper and she nods her head, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. “Maybe in another life.” She whispers and you can only nod, sighing softly before leaning in to kiss her again.
And for those five minutes, Natalia just holds you, placing gentle kisses on your crown and repeating how much she loves you over and over again. “I’ll find you in the next life, and if not in that then in the next one after.” Nat promises and you nod your head, knowing your five minutes are about to be up. “I love you Talia.” You whisper as you close your eyes, holding onto her as tight as you possibly can. “I love you too, Y/n.” Nat whispers before resting her head on top of yours, closing her eyes as the warhead hits and a bright light surrounds the two of you.
"Car crash, 24 year old female, 35 year old male, falling in and out of consciousness." The radio dispatch lists off the information as the ambulance arrives at the scene, Natasha immediately jumping out of the back along with Steve. "I've got the girl, get the other car." Natasha orders and Steve nods his head, both paramedics heading separate ways. Natasha's eyes scan the scene as she sees a red car completely flipped upside down, running her way over there as she sees a bloody hand reaching out. "Please..help.." Nat hears a soft whimper as she drops down onto her knees, looking inside the car to try and assess the damage. Nat barely reacts as she sees you trapped by your seatbelt, trying to calm your breathing as blood pools on the roof of the car. "Hi my name is Natasha, I'm a paramedic and I'm here to help you." Nat introduces herself and you try and look at her, hands shaking as you grip at your cut. "Can you tell me what your name is darling?" She continues as she immediately gets to work, the car door already being ripped off in the crash. "I-I'm Y/n. Y/l/n..Y/f/n (your full name)." You say shakily, Natasha looking at your injuries. "Okay, Y/n. I'm gonna get you out of here, I just need you to keep on talking. Can you do that for me?" She asks and you nod your head, starting to talk about whatever comes to mind. "I- uhm I was born in (your home state or country), moved away from my mom and dad as soon as I could." You laugh softly at the statement before you wince, feeling Natasha put pressure on your wound. "Fuck." You hiss out and Nat whispers a soft "Sorry" before continuing. She shouldn't need to apologize, she was doing her job after all, but she had an odd desire to comfort you even when you were kinda bleeding out"It's okay.." You say before continuing, your vision focusing and unfocusing. "Uhm..I have a dog and my brother is gonna graduate in a few weeks. And I'm so fucking proud of him, I never told him how proud of him I was but I'm so fucking proud of him." You ramble and you don't notice Nat's eyes widen, seeing that if she moves you you'll bleed out within a minute. "An-And I've never found love, just fucking douchebags that I wasted my life on and now I'm gonna die without finding my person and I don't wanna die Nat..I don't wanna die." You choke out as you close your eyes, wanting this nightmare to be over already as a wave of deja vu washes over Natasha. "Hey okay look at me, look at me Y/n." Nat says as she gently cups your cheek, watching as your eyes slowly open. "Keep your eyes on me, okay? You've gotta stay conscious. You think you can do that for me?" She asks and you lean into her touch, mumbling something incomprehensible. "Can you repeat that for me, baby?" Nat asks and your head lolls down a bit, feeling lightheaded as Natasha tries to keep you awake. "Mmhm..should be easy..you're very pretty." You mumble out and Nat smiles softly, ready to get you out of the car. "Okay, my partner and I are going to move you but I want you to keep your eyes on me, don't look anywhere else." She says as Steve comes over to the two of you, already taking care of the male in the other car. "Severe lacerations to her torso and blunt force trauma to her temple. Seatbelt's keeping her in place." Nat gives Steve a brief rundown and he nods his head, lowering the stretcher onto the ground as Nat secures your neck in place. "Just to be safe." She says and you hum softly, their words muffled as they move in slow motion. "Okay we're going to move you on one..two..three.." Almost as if they were in synch, Steve and Nat get you out of the vehicle, Steve getting you secured onto the stretcher while Nat tries to keep you from bleeding out. "Start talking Y/n, I need to hear you talking." Natasha says as your blood soaks through the gauze, pooling under her gloved hands. Incomprehensible mumbles fall past your lips as you try and stay conscious, your entire body feeling numb to the pain. A soft whimper of discomfort is the last thing that you say before you fall quiet, Nat looking at you concerned. "Come on baby you
need to keep on talking." Natasha encourages you gently before nodding at Steve, both of them working quickly to get you into the ambulance. "Tell my parents that I love them..and tell my shithead of a boyfriend to go to hell." You manage to get out and Nat laughs softly, helping Steve lift the stretcher into the ambulance. "Who else do you want me to tell?" She asks once she hops into the back of the ambulance with you, Steve shutting the doors and telling the driver to step on it. "Tell my brother that I'm proud of him..and tell the other driver that I don't blame him.." You start to list as the lights start to get too bright, causing you to squint to try and look at Natasha. You swallow dryly as you can feel the life draining out of you, causing you to hold your hand up to the redheaded paramedic. "Nat, can you do something for me?" You ask weakly and she nods her head, Steve taking over putting pressure on your wound. "Yeah, what is it darling?" Nat asks softly as she changes out her gloves, swapping them for a new pair before leaning down to look at you. "Can you- Can you take my ring?" You ask and confusion floods her face, Nat looking down at the simple band on your pointer finger. "I dont-" She starts but you shake your head, wincing at the pain that it caused you. "Please..I- It might just be the blood loss talking but I feel like I've met you..probably in another life or something like that." You say and wait for her reaction, seeing her stare at you for a few beats. "I know, it's crazy but-" You start but she shakes her head, grabbing onto your hand and squeezing it lightly. "No I get it. You aren't crazy." She says softly and you smile meekly at that, slowly taking off your ring and putting it in her hand. "Then keep it." You whisper and she nods her head, looking at the ring in her gloved hand. "Okay." She says and you smile, finally feeling whole for once in your life despite all the blood you've lost. The fight finally leaves your body as your eyes close, your hand falling limp against the stretcher.
"Shit she's coding." Steve hisses out and Nat's head snaps upwards, shoving the ring into her pocket as she jumps into action. Steve immediately starts compressions as Nat works on your breathing, securing the mask on your face as she pumps the bag. Steve barks out orders over the radio as Nat stands by your head, eyebrows furrowed as she watches you.
"Come on Y/n stay with me, just five more minutes to the hospital." Nat says under her breath as the ambulance races through traffic.
"Hold on for five more minutes." She continues as Steve does his compressions, trying to manually restart your heart.
"Please..just five more minutes." Nat whispers under her breath as another PMD puts a defibrillator on your chest, trying to check for a shockable pulse.
After a trail of CPR, advanced airway, and cardiotonic drugs, Steve finally makes the call.
"Call it." He says to Natasha and she shakes her head, not giving up that hope that you could still be resuscitated. "She's gone." Steve states and Nat shakes her head once again, looking at your still form. "No Steve we can't-" "Tasha she's gone. You have to call it." He says sternly and it shuts Nat up, sighing as she looks at her watch. "Time of death, 9:52 pm." She says as the other PMD covers up your body with a sheet, only a few minutes later the ambulance pulling up into the hospital.
Nat sits in the back of the open ambulance as she watches the hospital staff go by, Steve coming to sit by her. "You alright?" He asks and Nat nods her head, blinking back tears as she looks at your ring. "Yeah..Yeah I'm fine." She says before closing her hand, turning her head to look at Steve. "But she was right, I really feel like I've met her before." Nat says and Steve nods his head, putting a reassuring hand on her back. "Maybe in another life."
"The drill is working smoothly sir." You report to the Capitan over the intercoms, the screens showing an all-clear in front of you. "Thank you, sailor." His voice crackles over the coms and you nod your head, pressing back the button to send a reply. "Of course, sir." You say before standing up straight, checking the pressure regulation and structural integrity one last time.
It's a must to make sure everything is working smoothly down here, after all, one mistake and the entire drill could be crushed seven miles below the surface of the ocean. "Hey, sailor." Natasha's arms wrap around your waist as she hugs you from behind, moving your ponytail aside to kiss the back of your neck. "Hi baby." You say as you lean back into her touch, eyes closing as you feel Nat's lips on your neck. "Capitan gave you the all-clear?" She asks and you nod your heads, humming at the warmth of your girlfriend's embrace.
It's lonely working on a research/drilling facility seven miles down and being isolated for months at a time, but with Natasha here, it makes things a tad bit easier.
You turn in her arms before cupping the sides of her neck, kissing the redhead softly. "Free for the rest of the day." You say and Nat smiles into the kiss, pulling you closer to her by your hips. When you both pull away, she brushes her lips over yours gently. "You wanna.?" Natasha's sentence trails off with a grin and you smile at her, your fingers hooking onto her dog tags and pulling her closer. "Mm..dirty Tasha." You laugh as you tease the kiss, kissing her softly only a few times. "I don't hear you complaining." Nat grins and you only roll your eyes, glancing at the clock before looking back at your girlfriend. "Then what are you waiting for?" You ask and Nat squeezes your waist, pulling back to grab your hand and lead you to the sleeping quarters.
You pull on your Navy-issued shirt as Nat laces up her boots, both of your faces flush from fucking for the past hour. "You messed up my hair." You say to Nat as you try and fix it in the mirror, seeing your slightly swollen lips and hickeys on your neck. "You wanted me to pull it." Nat shrugs and you purse your lips together, tugging your hair back into a semi-neat ponytail. "Yeah but not that hard." You mumble and Nat comes up behind you, both of you locking eyes in the mirror. "What did you say again? Oh Nat fuck me harder..mm tug my hair, oh!" Nat mimics your moans and you shove her lightly, trying to hide the smile on your face as you act mock offended. "I do not sound like that." You say and Natasha only smiles, fixing her belt and tucking her shirt into her pants. "Whatever you say, darling." She hums before kissing your cheek, pulling out your dog tags from under your shirt. You're about to pull her in for a proper kiss when the alarms suddenly go off in the base, a loud AI announcing the warning.
Warning sructural integrity compromised, immediate evacuation advised.
"Fuck." "Shit." Both of you curse under your breath as you swing the door to the barracks open, seeing the rest of the crew rush past you. "Come on we've got to get to the escape pods." Natasha says as she grabs onto your hand, running through the crowd as loud crunches and bangs echo throughout the drill.
"They're closing off this part of the drill!" Someone yells and it makes your heart race even faster in your chest, knowing as soon as someone closes that safety hatch you're all dead.
Nat and you push through people in the crowd, water starting to pool at your feet. It's only a matter of time before this section of the drill immediately collapses, making people literally trample over one another to try and get to safety.
"Come on, come on!" Clint calls as he stands by the safety hatch, watching the people behind you get sucked up in the pressure vacuum. "Close the door! Close it!" Steve yells at Clint as he watches the base collapse, you and Nat jumping over fallen debris and dodging electrical wires. "Go, just go!" Nat pushes you in front of her as you both sprint towards the hatch, Clint pressing the button to slowly close it. Your heart is racing a million miles per minute as you see the exit in sight, Natasha pushing you forward to get through first. There's barely enough space for you to fit through, grabbing Natasha's arm and pulling her in just in the nick of time.
The heavy metal door closes just in time, the rest of the drill getting torn out into the marina trench. Your chest is heaving as you hold on to Natasha, immediately scrambling up to check on your girlfriend. You cup her face as you watch her laugh up at you, hair soaked and face a bit cut but still alive. Your worry quickly changes into anger as you shove Nat in the arm, eyebrows furrowing. "Don't you ever do that again you fucking bastard!" You seethe, taking a few deep breathes before engulfing Natasha in a hug. "Fuck..I thought I'd lost you." You mumble as you feel Nat's arms wrap around you, not caring about Steve or Clint standing to the side. "What? I'm always going to put you first Y/n." Nat says softly before you pull back, now straddling Nat's lap. "Just don't do that self-sacrificing shit on me, okay? That was terrifying." You say and she nods her head, wiping away some of the wet hair that stuck to your face.
Clint clears his throat and you both look at him, you slowly getting up and helping Natasha up as well. "So, what do we do next?" He asks and everyone looks at each other, Steve speaking up first. "Let's find a way out of this death trap."
Clint paces as you all sit in the escape pod bay, you trying to get the only remaining one working.
"Are you done yet?" He asks for the third time in five minutes and you sigh, looking at him from over your shoulder with an annoyed glare.
"I'm a Navy engineer, not a wizard, stop rushing me." You say before turning back to the pod, trying to salvage what is left of the broken device.
When the four of you arrived at the escape pods, all of them have been deployed except one, you immediately jumping in and trying to fix it. It's been about ten minutes and your hope is dwindling by the second, finally dropping your makeshift tools and running a hand over your face. "Hey it's okay, we'll find another way out." Nat says softly as she crouches down next to you, rubbing your back in a small circles as she sees how distraught you are.
"Let's make our way over to the control base, see if we can make contact with the surface." Steve breaks the silence and you all turn to face him, everyone nodding their head as you and Tasha stand up.
You all meet up with Wanda, Tony, and Vison in the control base, all three of them having unsuccessful attempts to contact the surface. While the rest of the team is discussing the next plan of action, you're by the computer reviewing the readings on the ocean floor, finding the exact time when the drill collapsed. You know it wasn't your fault, you checked all the stats earlier and the base was perfectly fine, so what set it off? Eyes bouncing along the screen, you see that the ocean censors picked up a quake exactly fifteen seconds before the base started collapsing, an odd sensation filling your chest as you realize that no one could have prevented it.
"Y/n, did you hear us?" Steve asks and your head snaps towards the group, Nat looking over at you with a concerned look in her eyes. "Pardon?" You ask and Steve explains Tony's plan, saying that they could use the pressurized suits to try and walk to the next drilling facility to use the escape pods there. "But the nearest facility is more than few a miles from here, and besides, we have no clue what we'll find on the ocean's floor." You say and Tony nods his head, sighing as he sees the map.
These suits haven't gone more than a few yards from the base, specifically being made for drill repairs and short expeditions to fix the service towers.
"Well it's the only option that we have, other than that we can just stay here and wait for the drill to collapse ontop of us." Tony says and you contemplate it for a moment, glancing over at Nat before nodding. "Okay, what other choice do we have?'
You’re all suiting up when you see that Natasha’s helmet is sitting on one of the benches, the redhead herself slipping on her suit not too far away. Walking over to the helmet, you decide that there’s no harm in checking it out, reasoning that you should be more safe than sorry in a situation like this. Your heart almost stops when you see a small crack in the glass, knowing that once she goes underwater she’s as good as dead when the pressure hits. Taking a quick glance around you, you slowly exchange Nat’s helmet for yours, taking the damaged one in your hand and heading back to where you were suiting up. It’s better me than anyone else, especially Nat. You think to yourself as you move to put the rest of your suit on, Tony calling you for help before you could do so.
Once you arrive back at the bench, you’re relieved that the helmet is still there, knowing that yours is the damaged one. “Hey baby, you ready?” Tasha asks as she walks over to you, suit still bunched up around her waist. “Mm.” You hum as you step towards her, hugging her tightly and putting your face into her shoulder. Nat is a bit taken aback but she melts into your grasp anyways, wrapping her arms around your midsection and pulling you close.
“I love you Tasha.” You whisper softly as you close your eyes, knowing that you’ll be dead as soon as you hit the water. “I love you too Y/n.” Nat says before pulling back, looking into your eyes with a bit of concern. “Why are you acting this way darling? We’re gonna make it out of this together, I promise.” Natasha says and you only nod your head, giving her a bittersweet smile as you lean up and kiss her.
“I know...I just love you a lot Nat. Wanted to let you know that before we set off.” You hum and she nods her head, kissing your lips briefly before pulling you in for another hug. Her head is tucked into your shoulder and she rocks the two of you gently, kissing your temple once you both pull away. “Let’s get out of here.” She smiles and you nod your head, pulling the helmet on and securing it tightly.
Your breaths are shaky as Tony lowers all of you down into the water, preparing yourself for the pain you’re about to experience. Nat sees how tense you are and mistakes it for just plain old nerves, not knowing that you just gave yourself a death wish by swapping helmets with her. “It’s gonna be okay malysh.” Nat reassures you as she grabs your hand, you shooting her a smile as you make eye contact. “I know..I know..” You whisper under your breath, the water now over your heads as Tony lowers you deeper. “Get ready everyone, the pressure is going to hit hard.” Clint says and to the left of you, you see Steve’s helmet crack, your eyes widening as you spot it.
“Steve, what did you do?” You ask and he only looks at you, a gentle smile on his face as he sees you and Natasha. “Couldn’t let you leave her alone.” He smiles and you shake your head, frantically ordering Tony to not open the door. “Take care of her for me, okay kid?” Steve says and it’s too late, the door already opening and the pressure flooding in. “Steve no!” You yell as you see his helmet crack inwards, barley a second to register what happened before his suit implodes from the inside out.
“No Steve! No! Fuck!” You’re sobbing as everyone else processes what just happened, Tony frantically asking what just happened. “He switched our helmets! That idiot!” You say as Natasha just stands there in pure shock, Clint being the next one to speak up. “You knew your helmet was defective and you didn’t tell anyone?!” He questions and you shake your head. “I switched my helmet for Natasha’s! It was supposed to be me! Not Steve! He must’ve grabbed it when I got distracted, god damn it!” You’re angry, angry at Steve, angry at the helmet, angry at the earthquake, and most of all you’re angry at yourself. You should’ve noticed it. You should have made sure it was still the damaged one. “You should have just let me had it Y/n.” Nat says and you shake your head, glaring at your girlfriend.
“It’s better me than you Nat. You’re not dying, not if I can help it.” You say before everyone falls silent, everyone stunned at your outburst and Steve’s death. After a while Tony clears his throat and steps around you, looking into the depths of the mariana trench. “We’ll have time to mourn later, right now we need to make sure that we’ll live enough to.”
"Tony's dead..Wanda's dead, Vision..Steve..fuck they're all dead." Clint gasps out as he holds onto Natasha, the remaining three of you getting separated when a monster ambushed you. "Clint calm down, I need you to calm down." Nat says as she holds onto her best friend, darkness swirling around them. She forces herself to stay calm as she guides Clint through some deep breathes, refraining from asking about you until his pulse rate goes back down to normal.
You all saw their helmets crack and their blood muddle up the water, these monsters picking everyone off one by one. “Where’s Y/n?” Natasha asks once Clint can finally regulate his breathing, his grip loosening on her suit. “I..I don’t know. We got separated after that thing attacked us." He says and Nat is about to ask another question when she hears your static-y scream ring over the coms, her blood running cold as she sees your suit's lights frantically moving in the distance. "Haul ass Clint, come on." Nat doesn't waste any time as she tries to run through the water, dragging Clint along as she hears your screams through the coms. "Y/n! Y/n where are you?" Natasha calls out as your lights flicker off, head immediately turning 90 degrees when she sees your helmet lights come back on.
You're stabbing this merman-shark-eel hybrid in the face when Nat and Clint finally reach you, it's blood making the water murky as you kick it off. "Oh thank god you're alright." Nat breathes out once she sees you standing there, that relief only lasting for a moment as another thing latches onto both Clint and your legs. Its momentum is quick enough to knock both of you off your feet, unfortunately causing you to drop your knife in the process. Both you and Clint grit out curse words under your breath as you fight with the mysterious monster, Natasha loading up a flare gun to try and help. When she shoots the gun, it temporarily lights up the atmosphere around you, blood running cold as you see the monster that grabbed you.
Its teeth are sharp and dripping with blood, its slimy black claws slowly pulling you and Clint closer to its mouth. As it drags you along the ocean floor, you grab onto a jagged rock, quickly trying to swing at the arm. "Mother fucker." You curse as you hit the arm, it's sharp nails digging even more into your leg as a reflex. With all your might, you continue to swing at the hand, desperately wanting this to be over already. “Let. go. of. me.” You grunt out, watching the skin and muscle get hacked away. The monster screeches and pulls its arm back, now trying to drag in Clint double time since one of its meal got away. “Clint! Hold on!” You yell as you grab onto the man’s hand, trying to find any traction as you look at Clint. Nat is immediately behind you in an instant, grabbing onto your waist to hold the both of you back. Clint is screaming at this point, his leg getting torn by the nails clawing at his skin.
“Don’t let me go, please!” Clint says as you three get pulled closer to the monsters mouth, you desperately trying to tug him away. “I’ve got you, I’ve got you.” Your teeth are clenched as you feel yourself starting to loose your grip, Nat’s boots slipping on the ocean floor. “Don’t let go.” Clint begs and you nod your head, leaning forward even more to try and keep hold. “We’re gonna get out of this, I promise..” You say but there’s no time for him to respond, the monster roughly pulling him out of your grip and dragging him into the depths of the deep blue sea.
The last thing you hear is Clint’s painful screams that come through the coms, Nat grabbing onto you to keep you from falling over the edge. The both of you are quiet as you stare into the unknown, heart pounding as you realize that you’re the only ones left. “Clint.” Natasha whispers softly and you hold onto her, both of you trying to process how quick that was. “I’m sorry Tasha. I’m so sorry.” You whisper and she swallows thickly, taking one last look into the darkness before making eye contact with you. “It’s okay. It wasn’t your fault.” She says before composing herself, straightening her posture and checking her compass. “Come on, we got set off course.” Nat grabs your hand before she turns, keeping her gaze straight ahead as she pulls you both away from the ledge.
“They didn’t train us for this in the Navy.” Nat mumbles as you both trudge along the ocean floor, about half of the way towards the other drill facility. “Yeah, sea monsters and flesh eating eels weren’t exactly on the handbook.” You say before checking your compass, making sure you’re still on course. “Nope.” Nat sighs and shakes her head, glancing over at you with a soft smile.
“Hey..I love you.” She blurts out and your chest floods with warmth, a smile tugging at your lips as you look at her. “I love you, Tasha.” You say and she smiles back, both of you stepping a bit closer to one another. “When we get to the surface, would you..hypothetically..marry me?” Natasha asks and you raise an eyebrow, finding it amusing how Nat trying to play it cool.
“You know..because I can’t imagine my life without you, and I don’t want to live in a world without you in it. No scratch that, I couldn’t live in a world without you in it. You’re my soulmate..my person y/n, and I want to spend the rest of my life with you..hypothetically of course.” Nat finishes with an awkward laugh and you can only grin, reaching out to hold her hand gently. “Hypothetically..” You start and she laughs breathily. “If you asked me to marry you, I would say yes.” You say and she nods her head, a smile present in your words.
“Do you wanna ask?” You question and she shakes her head, making a little pff sound. “No I don’t want to ask.” She says and you nod your head, looking down at the map. “We’re almost there, just a few more miles-” “Will you marry me?” Nat breathes out in a rush and you laugh, looking back at the redhead who has a nervous smile on her face. “Mm yes.” You grin and Nat’s face lights up. “Yes?” She repeats, voice a bit high as she stares at you. “Yes you idiot.” You giggle as you tug her closer, squeezing her hand gently. “You better hug me when we get out of these suits.” You tease and she nods her head, looking at you with love in her eyes. “I’m gonna do you one better, I’m gonna marry you.”
Your breathing is shaky as you slightly lag behind Natasha, the air in your suit getting harder to breathe for the last few yards. “Are you okay darling?” Nat asks as she turns to look at you, you nodding your head as you wave a hand infront of your face. “I’m okay, just tired.” You say with a tired smile, Natasha nodding her head as she grabs your arm. “Come on you turtle, we’re almost there.” She teases and you can only laugh softly, continuing onward.
You’re struggling to take in breaths when a robotic voice rings through your ears, a small warning flashing in the corner of your helmet.
Caution, five minutes of air remaining. Oxygen pod damaged.
Fuck. You knew your luck would run out eventually, especially when you’re this close to escaping. “We’re only a few hundred yards from the facility, shouldn’t be too long before you get that hug.” Natasha smiles and you don’t respond, instead letting go of her arm and letting yourself fall behind a bit. “Y/n?” Nat asks as she faces you, seeing you stand there with a small smile on your face.
“Keep on going Nat, I’m right behind you.” You say softly, not wanting to worry your girlfriend as she’s so close to escaping. “No come on you dummy, let’s go.” She says but you shake your head, seeing the clock count down on the corner of the helmet. “I’m right behind you love.” You whisper, willing your voice not to break as Nat’s brows furrow. “Y/n what’s wrong?” She asks and her eyes widen once she sees it, the little screen on your arm flashing an oxygen warning. “You’ve gotta go Tasha.” You say and she shakes her head, gently holding your shoulders as her mind starts to race.
“What happened?” She asks and you point to the pack on your back. “The oxygen pod got damaged back when the monster dragged Clint and I across the floor, guess I didn’t notice it until now.” You say and Nat swallows thickly, checking her map before looking back at you. “If we’re quick enough we can make it, we just need to move-” She starts to say but you stop her gently, holding onto her biceps. “I’m not gonna make it, you know that Nat.” You whisper but she shakes her head holding onto you tighter. “No. No, you have to make it Y/n. Please.” She shakily says and you put your hands on the side of her helmet, holding the glass gently.
“We don’t have enough time Tasha.” You whisper and tears are forming in her eyes, the redhead trying to blink them away as she looks at you. “Please..you have to make it..” She begs, voice small as she sees the timer count down. “I need you to make it, I can’t do this without you..” Nat whispers and you only wish you could hug her one last time. “You don’t need me Tasha. But you’ve got to get going, you need to get to the survive for both of us.” You say and Natasha shakes her head, tears now fully falling. “I’m not just going to leave you here.” She says as her hands shake, trying to think of a way to get you to survive. “You have to.” You whisper before Nat pulls you in for a hug, the suits not stopping her from showing how much she loves you. “I love you Y/n.” She whispers and you hold her closer, closing your eyes as you hear the timer count down.
“I love you, Tasha.” You say softly, Nat holding you there for a few more moments before pulling away. “Keep my dog tags love, so I’ll always be with you.” She says as she pulls back from you, your eyebrows furrowing in confusion as you look up at the redhead. “What?” You question right before the ai voice rings out once again, the warning light suddenly clicking off.
Oxygen pod fixed, air supply replenished.
“Natasha.” You whisper out her name as you see your old oxygen pod drop to the sea floor, realizing that Nat just switched out the rest of her oxygen into your suit. With no pod in her suit, Natasha’s oxygen levels immediately drop, warning signs flashing bright red in her helmet. “I’m sorry darling.” Nat says as she looks at you, starting to feel lightheaded from the lack of air. “No..no no no no no.” You breathe out as Nat collapses into your arms, quickly moving her so she’s leaning onto your body. “Okay..okay come on. We can do this.” You mumble to yourself as you start to trudge your way towards the drilling facility. If there's one thing that they taught you in the Navy, that's to never give up, even when you're within an inch of your life you never stop fighting.
Once the murky lights of the drilling facility finally come into view, you almost jump for joy, Nat's head hung low as you drag her along. Your body aches and you think your leg might be broken, but that doesn't stop the relief coursing through your veins, opening the door and stumbling into the pressurized walkway. The entrance closes behind you before the water gets drained from the room, your legs collapsing from the lack of support the ocean gave you.
You gently place Nat on the ground before collapsing onto your knees, taking off your helmet and gasping down the fresh air. You cough a bit as you try and regain your breath, unzipping your suit so it bunches at your waist. Your coughs soon turn into laughs as you realize you've made it, quickly turning to Natasha to celebrate. "Nat, we did it. Holy shit..we fucking did it." You smile as you gently shake her shoulder, expecting her to take off her helmet by now.
"Nat..? Nat darling..we did it." You say softly, your smile fading as you take Nat's helmet off. "Oh my god, no." Your heart stops as you see Nat's pale cheeks and blue-tinted lips, shaky hands cupping her face as you ask the AI for her vitals.
No vitals found.
"Tasha..No please." You say before quickly moving to unzip her suit, fingertips touching her ice-cold skin. You start chest compressions as you desperately try to revive your love, the tears building up more and more with each round. "You made a promise, Nat." Your teeth are clenched as you finish another set of 30 compressions, bending down to give your fiancee two rescue breaths. "You said we're going to get out of this together. You promised me." You're barely keeping it together as you start another round, hot tears threatening to spill.
"You said you wanted to spend the rest of your life with me, well you can't do that if you leave me." Your chest is heaving as your compressions get sloppy. "So god damn it please Nat. Please. Please don't leave me." A sob rips from your throat as your movements finally falter, your arms collapsing from underneath you. Your entire body is wracked with sobs as you cling onto Natasha's shirt, crying into her chest as you hold her lifeless body.
You beg for Nat to come back like a broken record, chest heaving as you finally let all of your emotions breakthrough. You scream and you cry until your throat is raw, guilt gripping at your chest as you think all of your fallen crew members.
Your head rests on Natasha's stomach until your heart-wrenching sobs mellow down into silent cries, this small emotional break letting you spot something sticking out from your fiancee's helmet.
Sniffling a bit as you sit up, you take Nat's helmets into your hands, gingerly pulling out a piece of paper wedged into one of the corners. With shaky fingers, you hold it up into the light, breath catching in your throat when you see it. It's a picture of you and Nat after running one of the Navy obstacle courses, a wide smile on both of your faces as your working uniforms are caked in mud. A quivering smile tugs on your lips before you sob again, placing your head in your hands as your shoulders shake.
You’re still a mess as you fully get out of your suit, hands shaking with exhaustion as you put a makeshift splint on your leg. You easily find the escape pods and sigh in relief when you see that they’re all working, entering the commands to get to the surface.
As you stand in front of the pod, you decide to bring Natasha with you, refusing to leave the love of your life at the bottom of the ocean. The tears come rushing again as you pull Nat into the escape pod with you, pressing the button to close the hatch and to finally get the two of you out of here. “I’ve got you baby, I’ve got you.” You whisper as your arms tighten around Nat’s torso, slipping her dog tags over your head before you kiss her temple. Your eyes are screwed shut the entire time you travel to the surface, sniffling softly as hot tears silently run down your cheeks.
When you break the surface, you aren’t excited or relieved, you just feel numb, the cold air hitting your face once you open the pod. It’s like everything around you is shaded grey, your eyes dull and dead as the paramedics reach you. The entire time you’re looking at Natasha, seeing the first responders check for her pulse. As they pull your stretchers away from each other, there’s only one question on your mind: what’s the point of living in this world if Natasha isn’t in it?
The sunlight softly illuminates the Avengers compound in the early hours of the morning, two bodies warmly pressed up against each other under the protection of a fluffy duvet.
A phone alarm goes off but it doesn’t break the peaceful atmosphere in the bedroom, one of the bed’s occupants slowly turning over to shut off the device.
“Y/n, baby, wake up my love.” Natasha hums as she kisses you, her soft pink lips planting a few gentle kisses on your neck and cheek. Your only response is a hum as you turn in Natasha’s arms and bury your face into her neck, wrapping your arms around her torso and pulling yourself closer. “Come on darling.” Nat laughs as she runs her hand through your hair, voice a bit rough from just waking up. “Too early.” You mumble and Nat sighs, a sleepy smile still on her face as she holds you. “Steve will kill us if we’re late to training.” She says but you shake your head, gently kissing the warm skin of her neck.
“You’re the Black Widow, you could kick his ass ten times over if you wanted to.” You reason and Nat nods her head. “You do have a point malysh.” She says and you hum. “Five more minutes.” You mumble and Nat nods her head, wrapping her arms around you before pulling you closer. “Okay, five more minutes.” She whispers before kissing your cheek, her fingers running up and down your spine.
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Request: Could you write something for the fluff prompt number 6? For any character it doesn’t really matter to me.
Summary: Prom has rolled around again, but the best prom-posal of all comes from your girlfriend, Nat.
You had never attended a prom before, all the years before you and Bucky had stayed home and watched cheesy romcoms on a loop. However, you wanted to go this year, mostly because this year, you had a girlfriend to attend with.
Nat, your girlfriend, didn’t really get into the whole concept of prom, and you knew that if you asked her she would laugh it off and say something about how she would rather have quality alone-time with you. But this only furthered your desperation to go.
All your friends knew about your situation, and one day when you were all were discussing renting a limo together, Steve broached it with you,
“Are you gonna take Nat as your date, (Y/n)?”
“Oh I don’t know Steve,” you sighed, “she hasn’t said anything about it,”
“Well maybe she’s just waiting for the right time,” he tried to make you feel better,
“Maybe,” you sat back in your chair, defeated, you really didn’t know how to talk to her about it.
“Hey love?” A hushed voice came from behind you,
You turned around to see your rosy haired girlfriend, she looked nervous,
“Yeah Nat? Are you alright?” You asked,
She only gestured out into the hall and you obliged her by following her outside.
Once you had shut the door, you looked back at her and saw that she was holding a massive piece of cardboard; it was smothered in pansies and primroses. Purple petals spelling out the words ‘Prom?’
“Oh Nat,” you breathed out,
“I know you wanted to go this year, and you thought I didn’t want to go. But if you want to, I want to. So? What do you say love? Prom?”
You planted a quick kiss to her cheek and smiled,
“Of course Nat, I wouldn’t want anything else,”
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Little Girl in Training
Chapter 4 - Pigtails, Coloring Books, and Rewards.
TW: Forced age regression, mentions of past kidnapping, Dark!Natasha, dog(?), if I need more lemme know!
Paring: Dark!Mommy!Natasha Romanoff x fem!reader
Summary: You and Natasha have some fun and you start falling into place.
A/N- Tbh this short chapter is bit on the fluffier side. I felt like the reader needed a bit of a break!
Key: Y/D/N - your dog’s name
SERIES MASTERLIST | MAIN MASTERLIST
Living with Natasha is like walking on broken glass while trying not to make any noises. You were constantly getting in trouble. It’s not like you meant to, it’s just that certain things, you were not going to do. But, at least it beats any punishments Natasha had in mind. You were constantly terrified of getting into even more trouble so after almost 2 weeks, you’ve learned the schedule she had you on and how to make her ‘proud.’
It wasn’t always terrible, though. Your favorite pastime was when she bathed you. Something about the action was soothing, despite the fact that it was still forced.
She’d always wake you up in the morning, bathe you, and feed you breakfast. After breakfast, she’d brush your hair and tell you what the two of you had planned for the day. Which is what was currently transpiring.
“Mommy’s got a fun day planned out for us. You’ve been such a good girl, lately. I’m so proud of you.” She said, tying your hair in pigtails. When she finished, she picked you up and brought you to your playroom, setting you down. “Mommy will be right back, Lovebug.” She said, leaving you alone. You decided to busy yourself with a coloring book left on the floor. You laid on your stomach and picked out a few crayons to color with.
While you were coloring, however, you felt yourself kicking your legs like a child. You immediately stopped when you realized what you were doing and how you felt. For some odd reason, you felt calm. Calmer than you’ve ever felt before. Especially since being with Natasha. You felt small. It was weird.. Soothing, even.
You didn’t have time to dwell on it, though. Because true to her word, Natasha came back. “Alright, Lovebug. I’ve got something to show you.”
She picked you up and took you back to the living room. Your eyes lit up as soon as you saw what she had in store for you. There was an adorable German Shepherd sitting excitedly on the floor. Natasha could feel your excitement and she sat you in front of the dog, who jumped excitedly on top of you.
“He’s all yours, Printsessa.” For some reason, those words made you so excited. Like a kid on their birthday. “Thank you, Mommy!” You said, hugging him closer. You decided to name him Y/D/N. He was the closest thing you could get to an interaction that wasn’t forced, as sad as that was.
The rest of the time you and Natasha spent together was fun. Wait- did you think it was fun? How is a life you were forced to live fun in any sense? Well, watching movies, even though they were kid’s movies, could be fun. And as much as you hated to admit it, the two of you had quite the fun day.
Her ‘reward’ consisted of your dog, a bunch of movies, allowing you sweets, and taking you outside to play with Y/D/N.
When you got outside, you noticed that you were nowhere near anyone else. Maybe that’s why she let you out. To prove to you that you had nowhere else to go. Only right back to her.
You were finishing the popsicle Natasha gave you when she came back with a kiddie pool and hose in hand. “Wanna help Mommy give Y/D/N a bath?” She asked, beginning to fill up the pool. You nodded, running up to her, Y/D/N running closely behind you.
Natasha smirked at you as she moved the hose in your direction, spraying you with water. Y/D/N barked, trying to attack the water as you screamed from the coldness. “Mommy! Stop!” You giggled, trying to avoid the water as you got closer to Natasha. When you made it to her, somehow, you managed to get the hose from her and spray her with it. You are almost 99% sure she let you take the hose, but you’ll take what you can get.
The two of you took turns spraying each other until the both of you were soaking wet. As was Y/D/N, seeing as though he continuously jumped in front of the water, doing his best to defeat it. “Looks like all three of us need baths.” Natasha said, laughing. You nodded, giggling as Y/D/N barked, seemingly in agreement.
You and Nat gave Y/D/N a bath and dried him off before heading back inside. Once inside, the two of you took a quick bath together and she fed you dinner. You took your bottle without fuss and quietly fell asleep.
You fell asleep thinking that if the rest of the days were like this, then maybe you could tolerate it. Even if it was humiliating, maybe you could find some kind of life here.
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Summary: After picking you up from the airport, Natasha surprises you with a date and a kitten.
all: @delias-bitch-craft @winters-witch-bitch @paulawand @nyx-aira @taylorsmakingfuckingmacandcheese
special tag to @procrastinatingsapphictrash cause she wanted to read it :)
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a/n: i was in a good mood today so i felt like i wanted to write a cute fluff short story :)
While you were on the plane, you were practically jumping in excitement. Four months ago, Fury assigned you to go on a work trip to go investigate a possible 0-8-4. Usually, he left those things for the lower-ranked officials, but you recently suffered a tremendous loss on the last harsh mission. In fact, that mission caused you and Natasha to get together. The grief of the mission brought you two together and you ended the night with a kiss and some snuggling. Of course, Barton had to come bursting in and taking a picture to blackmail us.
The trip wasn’t too difficult, just stay a fair amount away from the object of unknown origin and simply investigate the surroundings and report back. Of course, Natasha was worried and constantly texted you whenever she had the time. You thought she was so cute, constantly asking you how you were doing as if you were on an extremely dangerous mission. The two of you talked every night about how each of your days was.
You stepped off the plane only to be crushed in a hug by a certain redhead. You giggled. “Hey Nat” The redhead narrowed her eyes and she scanned you head-to-toe to see if there were any injuries to treat. “Are you hurt?” You rolled your eyes. It was only a simple observation mission. “I’m fineeee” Natasha grinned as she leaned forward to press a kiss to your temple. “Just wanted to make sure.” You thought that you two were going home to simply relax, but Natasha had other plans. “Nat, what are we doing here?” You looked at where you were. This was the restaurant that was in the best part of the city and had a stunning view at the rooftop. Its food must cost at least a hundred bucks for a dish. As you followed Natasha out of the car, you grabbed her wrist. “We can’t afford this!” Natasha’s worried expression turned into a sly grin. “Bet.”
You looked around rapidly and couldn’t believe how fancy and elegant this place was. You hadn’t been to this kind of restaurant since you were a little girl. Natasha reached for your hand on the dining table and intertwined her fingers with yours. She squeezed them reassuringly as if she was silently telling you not to worry. Almost suddenly, you relaxed your shoulders and took in a huge breath. You trusted Natasha, so you enjoyed the rest of your meal and chatted with Natasha.
When you opened the door to your apartment, you immediately heard a little jingle of some sort of metal. Was there a robber here? Did someone break in? You walked slowly to grab your bat from the closet and slowly approached the sound in where it came from. As you turned to the corner and opened the door. You peeked one eye open to see a cute little kitten resting on your bed, sleeping. You dropped your bat immediately and went to the sleeping kitten. You always wanted a kitten since you were young. As you petted the kitten, you noticed how pitch black the fur was, which you absolutely loved. You enjoyed the little purrs that the kitten released. You were so entranced by the cat that you jumped when Natasha made her presence aware. “So what will you name her?” You thought for a few seconds. “Natalie.”
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Hi so since fanfiction is essentially my way of coping with things.... can you do an avengers x reader (Bucky, Steve, Sam, Tony, Loki, Thor, Natasha, Wanda, Pietro, etc.) and they react to the reader scratching their car or getting into a car accident (not fatal)-A (I don’t mean for it to be ‘dark’ just like them comforting the reader bc obvs you’re a bit shaken up afterwards)
I got you babe! I did this as teen reader, who's Peter's partner.
So the accident, not that bad. You were ok, no one else was involved and the car was ok. But your heart was racing, you were shaking, and you felt like crying.
Therefore in no condition to drive, so you called Tony to see if anyone was nearby or willing to come drive instead.
The other Avengers were in a meeting so when Tony said it was you and answered they all payed attention. If you were calling right after school something had to have happened whether it be good or bad.
However, when Tony said minor accident, everyone started getting ready to come get you.
"What do you mean Minor accident? Your ok right? Are you sure? Yeah of course someone can come drive you back."
Bucky and Natasha won and got to drive you. Sam and Steve got to go get your favorite food and drink in an effort to make sure you would eat.
Wanda and Pietro were in charge of setting up a movie you wanted to see and some of your favorites.
When Steve and Sam dropped off Bucky and Natasha, Bucky took the wheel while Natasha sat with you in the back.
He made sure to try and make the least amount of sudden movements with the car. You didn't need any more stress.
When you got back to the tower, you were immediately brought to the room filled with pillows and blankets in front of a large screen, a stack of movies, and food.
Thor and Loki weren't completely sure what was going on but they both knew you weren't doing the best and since they thought of you like a little sister, there was no way there were going to let it slide.
So, throughout the whole movie marathon. You would be sitting in between the two gods.
The rest of the group kept their eyes on you to make sure you were feeling better.
If you need anything, someone would get it for you.
They were going to pamper you for the rest of the day and tomorrow if you were still nervous, they would do what they could to help then.
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Of A Broken Heart
Natasha Romanoff x Fem!Stark!Reader
Word Count: 5,339
Summary: You never thought you would see her again. Never thought you would feel your heart skip a beat because of her emerald green gaze again. Never thought that you would let her back in. You also never thought that you would have to think about planning your brother’s funeral either. (Set after and during (sort of) Infinity War.)
Notes: Everyone requested a second part of Requiem... so I thought I would make one. I hope that you all like it. (Also the reader was under the assumption that Tony had returned. She wasn’t aware that Tony wouldn’t have a way back.)
Tag List: @username23345 // @stephanieromanoff // @ima-gi--na-tion // @chickenhavewisdom // @hi-i-1 (I’m not sure if some of you wanted to be tagged but you mentioned a part two in Requiem... so I thought I would do so just in case.)
Warnings: Mentions of alcoholism.
Your gaze was leveled with the sky. Tracing over the sparkling stars and the distant worlds dotted between. Worlds that you would never be able to make out with your naked eye. Even though you knew that they were there all the same.
Was Tony on one of them? Your mind cries out. Tears coming unbidden to your eyes as you tried to quell the incoming sobs. Was he all right? Was he already dead?
The thoughts were familiar to you. Looping constantly within your head like a taunt. Images of your brother’s dead body flashing across your mind. Hollow brown eyes, normally filled with so much life, staring into your own. Never to have the same spark again. To have mischief lurking within their depths as various emotions played through his brilliant mind.
Clenching your hands against the railing you were leaning against, you lower your head as you take in deep breaths. Ever since Tony had disappeared with the ship you had been left in an almost fugue state. Barely being able to interact with anyone. Barely allowing yourself the pleasures of living.
Eating had become a challenge because Tony could potentially not be doing the same. How could you possibly enjoy your meal if Tony was starving? How could you allow yourself the simple pleasures of Earth if Tony was suffering away from it? Away from you.
The thought of Tony truly being gone hadn’t fully set in. You had dealt with this before. Had lived with the knowledge that Tony could be lost to you. Afghanistan had been hell for you and for everyone that loved Tony. You hadn’t given up hope that he would be found. That your big brother, the only family you had left, would be returning to you.
You had less hope now. At least when Tony had disappeared in Afghanistan he had still been on Earth. Now you didn’t know what galaxy he was in… let alone the planet. His absence became more and more obvious the longer it went on. The days slipping past you like water through your fingers. The knowledge that Tony may truly be gone this time crushing you.
It didn’t help that you were surrounded by the people that hurt you the most. The people that you thought were your family but ended up being your biggest heartache. Closing your eyes once more, you crane your neck back. And even if you couldn’t see the stars you knew where you were looking. You had long since memorized the layout of the sky above your terrace in the Compound. It wasn’t the Tower but you didn’t think you could bear to set foot in it. Not without Tony being there to greet you.
You could hear the distant murmur of voices beneath you. No doubt the others trying to figure out what to do. The sound causes yet another stab of pain to lance through your heart. While you wouldn’t wish what had happened on your greatest enemy, you couldn’t understand how they survived when Tony didn’t. How they could be using the things he made for them after everything they had done. Didn’t understand why you had to see them every day and not Tony.
You still remember, with perfect clarity, seeing them again after so long. Remember seeing her again after everything.
You wished that your heart didn’t still react the way it did.
Stepping off of the QuinJet, you pull your jacket tighter against your body. Your eyes taking in the various faces as you went. Desperately searching for something familiar to ground you. You needed something to make sense. You needed to have someone you love be okay.
Spotting a familiar face, you break out into a run. Relief interlacing itself within your shout. “Wombat!”
At your yell, Rhodey whips around and pure relief flashes across his face. His arms are already opening for you as you barrel into him. Burrowing against him as you clung as tightly as you could.
“You’re okay,” you choke out with tears falling from your eyes. “You’re okay.”
Rhodey’s arms tighten around you at your choked statements. The pain he was holding back showcasing itself within the shaking of his arms. By the way, he followed every minute movement of your body as you shifted in his embrace. Finally, after a few moments, you take a small step back. Making sure that you maintained eye contact with him through it all. You needed him in your sights at all times. You don’t know what you would do if he disappeared too.
His pained gaze flits to various points behind you. His throat bobbing up and down as he tried to form his question. “Di-” He clears his throat. “Did Pepper make it?”
You nod. “She’s on her way now.”
Rhodey hums but his gaze still hadn’t returned to yours. Causing your own to narrow as worry started to fill your chest. “Rhodey.” You wait for him to turn back towards you. Even if his gaze wouldn’t stay solely on your own for long. “What’s wrong?”
He shakes his head but doesn’t offer an answer. Something that only causes your worry to grow that much more. Rhodey had made it his life's work to deliver the hard truths to family. You didn’t want to think of what this meant that he wasn’t able to tell you.
Stepping closer, you place a light hand on his chest. “Rhodey,” you implore gently. “What happened?”
There’s a tense silence until he finally meets your gaze. Tears finally begin to fall from his eyes as a pained sound escapes his mouth. “Sam.”
He didn’t have to say anything else for you to understand. You had already seen so many people you knew crumble before your eyes. Seen innocent bystanders disappear with the breeze as their remaining family watched in shock. The screams for help and the mournful howls of grief following soon after. New York City quickly became a desolate wasteland of what it used to be. The City That Never Slept growing quiet.
Wrapping your arms around Rhodey, you offer him another hug. There were no words that you could say that could take away his pain. No words that would ever make the grief go away. That would ever erase the image of ashen faces crumbling against the wind. Faces of loved ones, of people you didn’t even know, forever seared into your brain.
Raising your head, you meet Rhodey’s gaze once more. A small frown furrowing your brow.
“We’ll have to take another jet to scope the area for more survivors. I thi-”
Whatever was going to be said was immediately interrupted by your entrance. Not that you cared for anything he had to say. Your gaze honing in on his baby blue one as you made your way towards him. While he didn’t look the same you could still see the self-righteous asshole underneath. Something that caused your anger to grow even more.
You didn’t notice the other occupants of the room. Didn’t notice the way pained green eyes followed your every move-- even though there was worry interlacing the expression. Didn’t notice anything except for Steven Fucking Rogers.
Even the splitting pain that erupted across your hand as you punched him did little to detract from your anger. All you could feel was your pain. Your grief at what had happened. No amount of physical pain could ever measure up to your emotional trauma.
“You asshole,” you snarl. “This is exactly what Tony was afraid of. This is exactly what he tried to protect the world from.”
Steve didn’t make any move to protect himself from your shoves. His blue gaze turning sad; almost remorseful.
“I know, Y/N.” He turns his head away as shame colors his face. “I know that this is what Tony was afraid of.”
“Don’t you dare say his fucking name like you’re still his friend. Don’t you dare act like what you did didn’t happen.” You scoff as you take a step back from him. Your gaze finally looping the room for the first time. Only briefly pausing over Natasha’s silent form. Hating the relief that flared through your body at the sight of her. An emotion that you were sure crossed your face by the way something shifted in her gaze. By the way, her stance loosened ever-so-slightly. Turning away from her, you meet Steve’s gaze once more. “Tony knew this was going to happen. It’s why he fought so fucking hard for the Accords. Why he fought so hard to keep the team together.”
Anger finally graces Steve’s face at your words. “The Accords were going to treat us as servants, Y/N. There was no way we could sign them.”
An incredulous laugh falls from your lips at your words. “This isn’t the forties, Rogers. You can’t just do whatever the hell you want and expect to get away with it. There have to be limitations on what people with your abilities are allowed to do.” You shake your head as you turn your back on him. Moving towards the door. “Tony was going to fight for your rights. He wasn’t going to let your humanity be stripped from you. But there had to be fail-safes in place to protect the innocent people of Earth.” You shoot him a glance over your shoulder. Withering with its intensity-- with your anger. “Or is one person truly worth more than the millions of lives you destroyed? Or the billions, maybe even trillions, that are now gone because you couldn’t see past your loyalty to him?”
“This isn’t my fault, Y/N.” Steve replies. “This is because of Thanos. He is the one we have to stop.”
A small smile quirks your lips at that. “Still the idealist I see.” You shake your head. “We all made mistakes, Rogers. Could have done things in a different manner. But never forget that you were the one that split the team-up. That you were the one that decided Barnes’s life was worth more than everyone else's.” You chance one more glance towards Steve. Your eyes are sympathetic because you already knew what happened to him. “I’m sorry for your loss. No one deserves to see their loved ones perish like that.”
Even though it’s better than not knowing...
Moving closer towards the door, you place a gentle hand against the wooden surface. Your gaze turning somber as you meet Natasha’s gaze once more. Maintaining eye contact even though you were speaking to the room as a whole. “Maybe the people we should have been protecting the Earth from were you.”
You don’t wait for a response as you’re already gone. The thunderous echo of the door slamming behind you being all that was left of your presence.
You find Thor outside with an anthropomorphic raccoon. Something that barely causes you to pause as you settle down beside the god. Your gaze remains level with the horizon even as you felt Thor’s gaze on your face. His electric blue eyes like a weight against your skin.
His deep rumbling voice soon breaks the silence. “Y/N.”
A silence settles over the three of you. Your gaze never wavering from the setting sun. The silent fields rolling with the wind. A hollowness exuding from the world that left your stomach churning with nausea.
“Is the Man of Iron, all right?” Thor breaks the silence once more. His deep voice is uncharacteristically soft. “I haven’t seen him.”
At the question, your mouth thins into a line. Finally breaking your gaze with the horizon as you met Thor’s. “Tony isn’t here, Thor.”
The revelation causes Thor to reel back. His shock etching itself across his features. “Friend Stark was dusted?”
You shake your head; trying to ignore the pain that struck your chest at the very thought. “No, Thor. He went after Thanos with Peter.”
The God of Thunder’s brow furrows. “So you do not know if he lives?”
You shake your head once more. “No, Thor. I don’t know if Tony is alive or not. I may never know what has happened to him.”
There’s another moment of silence before another voice speaks up. Your gaze shifting towards the raccoons. Deep brown eyes, that reminded you so much of Tony, stare back at you.
“He’ll be all right. If he’s in space then that means he’s run into my team.” His pointed snout looks back towards the sky with a hint of longing across his face. “They’ll take good care of him.”
At his words, a breath of relief falls from your lips. Your shoulders loosen at the sheer confidence within the raccoon's tone. That is until Thor interjected once more.
“But what if they were dusted too, Rocket?’
There was no answer. Only the silence of the world, a world that would never be the same, settling over the three of you. Your eyes once again returning towards the sky.
All with different levels of longing interlaced within.
Staying in Wakanda was stifling. While it was a beautiful country with astonishing marvels, you couldn’t help but be weighed down by everything. From the silent grief that permeated the air because T’Challa was gone. To the dark looks directed towards the sky whenever an airship flew overhead. Not to mention being surrounded by Rogers and his team.
Pepper’s arrival was like a breath of fresh air. You weren’t sure you were still capable of smiling, with true joy, before she appeared. Her bright blue eyes meet your gaze across the yard. Her own bright smile, with unshed tears filling her gaze, appearing as she rushed towards you. Her slim arms wrapping around you in a tight embrace. The familiar floral scent of her perfume calming you.
You hadn’t been around when Pepper had seen Steve again. Hadn’t seen the colossal fallout that had occurred but you had definitely heard about it. Thor had been all too happy to tell you the tale of ‘Lady Potts decimating her star-spangled foe’. Something you were more than eager to hear.
Which is how Pepper had found the two of you. Laughing over Thor’s depiction of events. Her own agitation quickly falling away at your joy. And, while it didn’t last long, you were thankful to Thor for allowing it to appear all the same.
Returning to the United States, to New York City, was like stepping into a nightmare. At least while you were in Wakanda you could pretend that billions of people weren’t dead. That it hadn’t been something that affected half of the universe. Seeing the empty cars on the side of the road. The few people littering the street looking lost. Faces pale and emotionless as they shuffled aimlessly from place to place.
It was a sight that you would never forget. Yet another thing that you were going to have nightmares about.
The Compound wasn’t any better. Echoes of days long passed hitting you with full intensity as you made your way through the silent halls. The laughter that sounded so foreign to your ears now ghosting across your ears on a phantom breeze. Distant chattering that only seemed to fade the closer you got to it. Memories haunted the halls of the Compound. But nothing would ever be worse than the Tower. The place that you and Tony had built together. A great marvel that was forever placed within Manhattan's skyline. Knowing that he wouldn’t be there when you arrived caused you to stay away.
You didn’t think you would be able to handle those memories. Of lazy Sunday afternoons lounging around in pajamas while Pepper was taking various calls. Tony doing his best to make her break away from her no-nonsense CEO facade. Only succeeding once before Pepper shot him a withering look that held no heat behind it. The sound of his laughter bouncing off the hallways as he cheated at Mario Kart. Your own expletives joined in soon after as you were hit, once again, with a shell.
Knowing that the Compound did this to you; even though you rarely visited it. How could you possibly set foot in the Tower? The one place that had made you feel truly at home.
Drinking helped ease the pain. Helped quiet the memories that kept surfacing as you stayed in the Compound. You know that it wouldn’t be what Tony wanted. That he never wanted you to have the problems he had, but as the days passed. As the pain, the grief, continued to grow, you found it harder and harder to resist the amber liquid. Tony wasn’t there anymore. He wasn’t there to tell you a joke when you were feeling low. He wasn’t there to tell you that he loved you in his own special way.
He wasn’t there.
So you settled for the numbness and the sound of his voice in the distance. Always there in a dark corner but never obtainable.
Anything would be better than not having him with you.
On the second week of your stay in the Compound, the others appeared. The sound of the QuinJet only pulling your gaze towards the yard for a moment before you looked back down. You knew that they would be coming sooner or later. The world needed protectors. And they had just lost their greatest. The people of Earth needed to have someone to look towards.
It was only a matter of time before they called on them.
You didn’t even raise your gaze when you heard them enter. Their voices petering off when they noticed you sitting on one of the many couches with a StarkPad in hand.
“You didn’t think I would just let you stay here by yourselves, did you?”
Your question was only met by silence. You were hoping that they didn’t question you on how you knew. That they didn’t notice the dark shadows under your eyes from lack of sleep. Or the empty decanter on the glass table before you.
Steve was the one to respond. “We didn’t but I wasn’t aware it was going to be you, Y/N.”
Glancing up, you narrow your eyes. “Well, I’m the only Stark left so it shouldn’t be that much of a surprise, Rogers.”
You don’t wait for a response, suddenly finding it too hard to be in the same room as him, as you stand. Trying to ignore the way the room spun ever-so-slightly at the motion. Easily gathering your bearings as you made your way out of the room.
Trying to ignore the way an emerald green gaze watched you as you left.
You weren’t surprised when she found you-- annoyed maybe but not surprised. Sometimes you hated that she knew you so well. Hated that she could still read you like a children's book.
You didn’t bother to turn towards her as she stepped onto the terrace. Your gaze remains level with the horizon. Hoping, no matter how much it hurt, that you would see something. Anything. A single sign that Tony was coming back to you. That he was alive.
Feeling her warm presence settle beside you should have caused you to tense. Should have caused you to move away at the closeness. It should have caused you to do a lot of things but you don’t. You simply stay rooted to the spot as Natasha leveled her gaze towards the side of your face. Her keen green eyes took in everything that she could see.
You tried not to tense when her eyes flickered down towards your hands. Towards the glass that, by some miracle, hadn’t broken due to your tight grip. The amber liquid glowing softly underneath the moonlight.
She doesn’t say anything for a long while. Simply standing with you underneath the moonlit sky. The only sound passing between you being your breathing.
Until her husky voice finally breaks the silence. “He wouldn’t want you to do this to yourself, Y/N.”
You tense. “And how would you know what Tony wants Natalia?”
You didn’t have to be looking at her to see the wince that you caused. Your own heart feeling heavy at your acidic retort. But, unlike most people, she didn’t shy away from your anger. She didn’t even seem to be fazed by it.
“Because, despite what you may think, I still consider you and Tony my family. I know how much Tony loves you, Y/N. I know how much you love him.” She grows silent for a moment before she continues. Her tone much softer than it was before. “And I know how much I love you.”
Your eyes slip shut at the quiet admission. A painful lurch of your heart telling you what you had been trying to ignore for the last two years. That you love Natasha Romanoff. That you always would… no matter what.
“That’s not fair,” you whisper. Finally turning your gaze to meet hers. “You can’t just come back into my life after two years and say those things to me. You can’t just say you love me like it’s going to fix anything.”
Her eyes flash. Turning razor sharp before your eyes as she steps closer. “It could change everything, Y/N.” Emerald green implores you to listen to her. To actually hear and understand what she was trying to say. “I love you, Y/N Stark. You are the love of my life. You are the only love of my life. I hate myself for hurting you. For breaking us apart because I couldn’t see the bigger picture. You are the only woman that has ever made me feel cherished. The only person that has ever made me feel truly loved.”
You shake your head. “You left, Natasha.”
“Because you told me to,” Natasha cries. Her green gaze grew even brighter because of unshed tears. “Do you think I wouldn’t have stayed? That I wouldn’t have fought tooth and nail to keep you? That I wouldn’t have let this whole world burn if it meant I could be with you for one more moment? You told me to leave, Y/N. I had already broken enough that day. I wasn’t going to stay and break your heart even more.”
“And you think this time will be any different?” You ask with an incredulous frown pulling your brow down. “You think that I don’t have nightmares about my parents death? That I don’t see my mother being murdered while my father couldn’t do anything but watch? You think that I’m not haunted every single fucking day that the love of my life kept that from me. That you lied to my face about one of the single most important things in my life.” Moving away, after setting your glass down, you run a hand through your hair. Your mouth thinning into a line. “You don’t think I wanted you to stay too?”
At your admission, Natasha moves towards you. Her gaze desperate as she took your hand in hers. “This time I will, Y/N. I won’t let you go again. Doing so last time almost killed me. I promise that I won’t ever lie to you again.” She shakes her head as she takes another small step closer, her hand resting gently against your cheek. “I promise that I’ll love you the way you should be loved until our last dying breaths.”
Your eyes flutter shut at the touch. It had been too long since you had felt her. Felt the way her fingertips ran across your cheek. The simple elegance that she always exuded being interlaced with her love for you. But you couldn’t forget what had happened. Your heart lurching in your chest as you remember the sting of betrayal once more.
Pulling away from her, you take a few steps back and fold your arms over your chest. You needed to have distance between your bodies. You wouldn’t be able to think clearly if she was near.
“I need time to think, Natasha.” You finally say after a tense stare off. “I need to come to terms with a lot of things in my life.”
Nodding, Natasha takes a small step back. Even though it looked like everything in her body was telling her to move towards you. Her green gaze glowed with a gentle warmth. “I’ll wait for as long as you need, Y/N. I’ll be damned if I lose you again.” Turning away from you, Natasha pauses at the door. Her gaze meets yours once more with a small smile quirking her lips. “And, just so you know, I had nothing before I found this family. Before I found you.”
Then she was gone. Leaving only you and the echoing of her words behind.
You haven't truly spoken to Natasha since the exchange. She had kept true to her word about waiting for you. Her gaze always finds yours the moment you enter a room she was in. Always making it clear that you could approach her whenever you wished to. Though she never forced her presence onto you. Maintaining a respectable distance from you at all times. Not far enough for you to not know she was there but not close enough for you to feel crowded.
You had tried to come up with ways why you couldn’t let her back in. Her betrayal being the main factor but even you knew that it wasn’t valid any longer. Even Tony had told you to look past it. That Natasha was so head over heels for you that her reasons had been honorable. Severely misguided, maybe, but honorable.
Oh, Tony, if you were here I wouldn’t feel so lost. You would just tell me what to do. Give me your patented smirk and berate me about my head being up my ass. Lowering your gaze, you run a frazzled hand through your hair. If I get one sign that you’re alright I’ll give her one more chance. I’ll make it work because I know that this is what the universe wants. That you returning to me is a sign that I’m supposed to be with Natasha.
At your eternal declaration, you glance towards the sky. Hope fills your chest as you observe the moonlit sky. Only to quickly be crushed as the minutes ticked by and nothing happened. Your heart breaks even more in your chest at getting your hopes up.
Stepping back from the railing, you decide that it would be best if you headed in. Maybe drown your sorrows with a few glasses of whiskey before turning in for the night. Pressing your hand against the smooth glass of the door, you have to squint at the sudden light from behind you. Your eyes barely being able to focus through the brilliant blaze. Glancing behind you, your eyes widen at the sight of a spaceship being placed down onto the ground. Your breath catching in your throat as you leapt into action.
You didn’t even register your mad dash through the Compound. Didn’t notice the confused looks or the shouts of your name. Didn’t register the cold grass against your bare feet as you rushed across the lawn. All you could see was the spaceship.
All you could see was the hatch opening and two figures exiting.
All you could see was the exhausted face of your older brother. His dark brown eyes meet yours through the darkness. Relief flooding his expression as he hobbled towards you. Disconnecting from the blue arm that was keeping him steady.
All you could register was the feeling of having him in your arms again. Your nose pressing into his neck as you clung to him. Soft sobs rip from your throat as his calloused hands gently run through your hair.
It was like a mantra that you brokenly repeated over and over again. Each time making it even more real that Tony was actually there with you. That he wasn’t gone. That you could still see, touch, and hear him.
His answering response never failed to bring more tears cascading down your cheeks. “I’m here.”
You could hear the others as they approached you. By the tensing of Tony in your arms you know that Rogers was at the front. Pulling back, you touch Tony’s face. A soft sob falling from your lips at how emaciated he looked.
Offering him a watery smile, your thumb gently rubbing against his cheek. “We’ll have to get some food for you. I don’t think the space diet suits you, Tones.”
He offers you a small smile in return. The familiar spark reigniting in his gaze before fading away. His next words came out in a dull whisper. “I lost the kid.”
You didn’t know what to say to that. Your own shock filled you as the devastation in Tony’s eyes became apparent. You had known for quite some time that Tony thought of Peter like a son. That Tony would do anything to keep him safe. You viewed Peter as a little brother you always wanted. A warm presence that filled your life with meaning once more. His childish antics brightening your day and bringing a smile to your face. Knowing that he was gone? That you would never hear his horrible jokes again? Or his anxious rambles? It broke your heart. For both losing Peter and for Tony having to witness it.
“I’m sorry, Tony.” You shake your head. “He was a good kid.”
“Yeah he was.”
Opening your mouth, you’re about to respond but a shrill cry breaks through. “Tony!”
Turning, you could see Pepper rushing towards you both. Her blue gaze locked with Tony as she ran. Without thinking twice you move aside as Pepper takes your spot. Moving away to give her and Tony some privacy. Or however much one could get in an open lawn.
Not realizing how close you were to the others, you flinch at the sudden presence at your side. Your gaze meeting Natasha’s. Her green gaze filled with warmth and happiness. A small smile quirking her lips as she observes the scene before her. Pepper’s strong hold on Tony not wavering in the slightest even as Rhodey appeared too. Both taking their turns in showering the genius with hugs.
Shifting, your hand gently brushes the back of Natasha’s. Her eyes shifted towards yours for a moment before returning front and center. Biting your lip, you deliberate on what to do. As Natasha had clearly just given you the sign that the ball was in your court. That however you reacted to this situation would be all up to you.
You could step away. Pretend like nothing had happened. That it had been a simple accident and nothing more.
Or you could take her hand and finally accept what your heart was screaming at you. What it had been trying to tell your stubborn mind for the last two years. That Natasha Romanoff was the love of your life and you were never going to find anyone like her. That despite all this tragedy you could learn how to be happy again because she was by your side.
I did promise the universe, you muse with amusement dancing across your mind. And I don’t like breaking promises.
So, without breaking eye contact with the scene in front of you, you take Natasha’s hand. Allowing a small smile to quirk your lips at the way she immediately interlaced her fingers with yours. Noticing the warm smile that was now curling her lips through your peripheral.
Squeezing her hand, your heart leapt in your chest at the answering squeeze in response. Your body singing with happiness at having Natasha returned to you.
Despite everything, despite all the hardships you would now have to face, you would be able to do so.
As long as you had Natasha by your side you could get through anything.
And nothing would ever change that.
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Natasha Romanoff x Reader
Warnings: Swearing, violence, gun use, suicidal references (please message if you think I need to add any more!)
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You and Nat were cuddled together on the couch watching some random show until you started to feel sleepy. She’d just got home from a mission and you’d waited up for her like always, having a deep need to see that she was alright as soon as she got home. You’d recovered from your injury, but took some time away from missions so you could get back into shape and keep up with your training. 8 weeks was a long time to lazy about. You’d watched as the team came and went, each coming home from their missions, most the time graze free but sometimes not so much. You’d seen a lot in the few weeks of watching the door from the sofa, waiting for each Avenger to return safely. It was like your care for them had amplified as soon as they all knew about you and Natasha being together, and how every single one of them privately told you how pleased they were to see you two together.
Steve came home with a torn suit, some small cuts and bruises that you tended too, much to Natasha’s disdain.
And then there was, Peter. Oh, young Peter, he was the worst for it. He would normally go home to his Aunts where he actually lived rather than the compound, but when he knew he looked like shit, really beaten and bruised, he came to the compound to clean up first so his Aunt May wouldn’t worry as much if she saw him. You helped him every time, to the point where he would actually call you before he arrived or searched for you once in the compound. You saw him like a little brother, always giving him the disappointment speech before asking for the dirty details of what he’d done, laughing when he told you he’d hung them upside down by his webs.
“GUYS!” You heard Tony shout throughout the compound walls. “FRIDAY, wake everyone immediately!”
The AI sounded her alarm, the sound ringing out in every room, the sounds of angry and tired groans following.
“Tony! Shut that thing off!”
“First of all, she has a name. Second, emergency! Get up!” He shouted back, before sitting himself on the sofa next to you and Nat. You looked at each other, brows raised before turning back to him, with a questioning look.
The rest of the team dragged themselves out of their rooms, dropping on the sofas around you, waiting angrily for Tony to tell them why he’d demanded them rise from their deep slumber.
“So, word on the street is Loki’s in town, town being Earth. He has the tesseract. Not quite sure what he’s planning on doing with it.” Was all Tony said once everyone was sat. No one spoke, all groggily trying to take in the information just given.
“First of all, who is Loki? Second, tesseract? Third, I’m getting a bad vibe, so I’m assuming this Loki dude is going to do something bad, right?” You asked, earning a snort from Natasha next to you at you clearly not understand anything Tony just said.
“Loki is Thors brother-“
“Adopted brother.” He butted in, making that very clear.
“The tesseract, it’s basically like a box that holds a very very old and powerful stone. There’s 6 of them around the universe, all hidden so no one can find them all and use them.” Natasha attempted to explain in the simplest way possible, which did kind of help. Though you didn’t like the idea of what could happen if someone were to get these six powerful stones together. It couldn’t be anything good by the sound of it.
“Do we know where he is?” Steve chipped in, finally awake enough to contribute to the conversation.
“Surprisingly yes. Germany. We need to get him before he does anything stupid.”
With that, they all stood, and you were the only one left on the couch. It almost made you sad that you weren’t going, but then you remembered everything they’d just said, and by the sounds of it, you definitely weren’t qualified for this type of job. Adopted God, tesseracts, who knows what else. Yep, you definitely should sit this one out, and they knew where the guy was, it shouldn’t be that hard if Tony isn’t worried about it, right?
As you watched them leave, the more you thought about it. What if this Loki guy had an army with him that they didn’t know about? Not that you’d be much help, but still. Something felt off. The fact Loki wasn’t hiding, he was out in the open just waiting to be stopped. Bad guys didn’t do that. What did he have hidden up his sleeve?
You tried not to worry yourself with the thought, repeating that they were The Avengers and they had took on the craziest of things, a silly little adopted god wasn’t going to be the death of them. You took yourself to your room, trying to get some sleep before the team got back from their mission.
You were awoken by the sounds of voices in the hallway, and you instantly recalled what had happened a few hours ago. You climbed out of bed, pulling on a pair of leggings and a baggy cropped T-shirt before venturing out to get the gossip.
“Have care how you speak. Loki is beyond reason but he is of Asgard, and he is my brother!”
“He’s killed over 80 people in two days.”
You let out a chuckle as you approached, making everyone aware of your entry. The conversation silenced, as if you weren’t meant to hear any of it.
“Oh come on. You didn’t care when I was a Chef, but now I’m an actual agent you stop talking when I walk in the room?” You laughed, watching up to Natasha with the puppy dog eyes you knew would get you anything from her.
“No. Don’t even try it. Not this. Loki is the god of mischief and I am not letting you anywhere near him or this situation.” Natasha warned, refusing to look into your eyes knowing she’d give in if she did. You pouted, looking at the rest of the team who all held there hand up, not wanting to get on the bad side of Natasha Romanoff if they filled you in on the details she refused to give you.
“Fine! I’ll go sit in my room like a child!” You stormed off, just like a kid, opening your door but not entering it, giving it a good slam to make it seem like you had returned to your room.
“Why didn’t you just let her stay?” You heard someone say, being to far away to fully recognise the voices that spoke.
“Because she’ll get hurt. I know she will, and I’m not having that again. She isn’t trained to do this kind of stuff Tony, and I know you don’t want to see her in another hospital bed just as much as I don’t.”
Your heart clenched at the words. They were protecting you, but you wanted in! You didn’t want to be left out of the crazy drama. If they weren’t going to tell you, maybe you should just go to the crazy guy himself. It was a bad idea, you knew it, but you couldn’t stop your feet as they took the hallways to the stairs, leading you down to the the lower floor to cell you knew they’d be keeping him in. You finally were able to stop yourself just as you hit the doorway. Should you be doing this? No. Are you going to anyway? Yes.
“You know, I’m in a cell that the Hulk can’t even escape. You have no need to fear me.” You heard. Damn, he was good. You weren’t even in the room and he knew you were there. You remembered what Natasha had told you, he was the God of mischief, which also meant he liked to play tricks. But so did you, and funnily enough, you were feeling a little mischievous today.
“Hello.” You said in a sweet voice as you stepped through the door, hands behind your back, showing yourself as the sweet and innocent type all mothers loved.
“Hello.” He smiled back at you. He didn’t seem like much of a threat. He dressed weird though, and his long black hair was slicked back. Kind of a gothic vibe.
“I’m Loki, and you are?”
“Y/N. It’s nice to meet you.” You walked towards the window, and he stepped closer. You didn’t feel scared. If anything, you felt almost happy. Something about him just made you feel joyful.
“Are you suppose to be down here, Y/N? Something tells me you’re not.”
“Probably not, but I wanted to meet you. You’re the topic of conversation up there, but I’m not allowed in those group chats.” You laughed, and Loki joined you through the glass. “So, what did you do to be locked up in there?”
“Well, I stole the tesseract from my fathers vault.”
“Oh, that seems like some underlying daddy issues.”
He let out a wave of laughter, letting himself fall the the group, holding his stomach as he wheezed at your comment. You let yourself sit on the floor too, directly opposite, the only thing separating you being the glass cell he was locked in.
“Yes, something like that.”
“Are you bored? Want to play a game?” You asked, truly wanting to see the trickster at work.
“What type of game?”
“Hmmm, how about... charades? We each try to mimic an Avenger and we have to try guess who it is.”
“Oh, I’ve got one, guess this.”
Loki stood from where he was sat in front of you, messing his hair slightly before puffing out his chest and holding out his arms.
“I am a god, do not defy me!” He put on a ridiculously deep voice, walking around, pretending to throw something and it come back to his hand like a boomerang.
“Oh! Oh! That’s Thor!” You pointed and laughed at his attempt. “My turn!”
You squat down, fisting you hands but left your index and pinky finger out and pretending to shoot at things with invisible webs.
“Ah, I know him!” Loki scratched his head for a moment, face emotionless in concentration before a smile came back and he pointed at you. “It’s that spider boy!”
You fell to the floor in tears of laughter. Spider boy. It did suit better, after all, Peter was hardly a man.
“I mean, I’ll give you the point, but it’s spider MAN.”
“Oh, please. You are more of a man than that prepubescent child.”
You were back in a fit of laughter, Loki joining with you as you both made jokes about each Avenger. You meant no harm by it, it was just funny comments on their silly outfits and weird hero names. You didn’t bring up Natasha though, and surprisingly neither did Loki.
“I should head back before they realise I’m down here. I’ll come see you again soon! Thanks for cheering me up, Loki.” You said as you stood from your seat on the floor.
“The pleasure is all mine, Y/N. I’d love to continue our chat soon. Have a pleasant evening.” He waved you off as you left, and you silently went though the whole conversation in your head. He hadn’t played any tricks, he hadn’t fooled you at all. He seemed like a normal man, having a joke around with... a friend. Did you just befriend the God of mischief?
You heard footsteps up ahead, and panic set in. No one was suppose to be down here. You ran for the nearest door, shoving yourself inside before silently pushing it closed. They walked straight past you thankfully. You gave it a few more seconds, until you couldn’t heard their feet anymore, before you let yourself out. You heard voices coming from the same room you’d just left Loki in, and your curiosity got the better of you. The next thing you know, you’re stood just behind the door way, listening to whoever had gone to speak to your new friend.
“There’s not many people who can sneak up on me.”
“But you figured I’d come.” Natasha. Oh god, what was she doing down there? You wanted to go in, but you knew better.
“After... After what ever whatever tortures Fury can concoct, you would appear as a friend, as a barm, and I would cooperate.”
“I want to know what you’ve done to Agent Barton.”
“I’d say I’ve expanded his mind.”
“Once you’ve won. Once you’re kind of the mountain, what happens to his mind?”
What happened to Clint?
“There’s this love, Agent Romanoff.”
“Love is for children, I owe him a debt.”
Ouch. That hit deep.
“Before I worked for SHIELD, I- well, I made a name for myself. I have a very specific skill set. I didn’t care who I used it for, or on. I got on SHIELDS radar in a bad way, Agent Barton was sent to kill me. He made a different call.”
You didn’t know Clint and Natasha had met that way...
“And what will you do if I vow to spare him?”
“Not let you out-“
“Oh no but I like this! Your world in the balance and you bargain for one man?”
“Regimes fall everyday, I tend not to weep over that. I’m Russian, where I was.”
“And what are you now?”
“It’s really not that complicated, but I got red in my ledger and I’d like to wipe it out.”
Why was she being so open with him? She refused to let you in on the topic but yet was telling him so much about herself!
“Can you? Can you wipe out that much red? Dreykov’s daughter? Sao Paolo? The hospital fire? Barton told me everything. Your ledger is dripping. It’s gushing red and you think saving a man no more virtuous than yourself will change anything? This is the basest sentimentality. This is a child of prayer. Pathetic! You lie and kill, in the service of liars and killers. You pretend to be separate, to have your own code, something that makes up for the horrors but they’re a part of you, and they will never go away.”
There was a bang in the room that made you jump, pushing your hand against your mouth to stop the sound of the gasp you inhaled.
“I won’t touch Barton, not until I make him kill you. Slowly, intimately, in every way he knows you fear, and then he’ll wake just long enough to see his good work. And when he screams I’ll split his skull! This is my bargain you mewling quim.”
You heard Natasha’s whimpered from the doorway, and it took everything in your power not to storm in there and slit his throat for ever threatening her as he did.
“You’re a monster.” You heard her shaking voice, followed by his deep chuckle.
“Oh no, you brought the monster.”
“So, Banner. That’s your play?” You couldn’t hear any of the horror or sadness in her voice anymore. Had she really just fooled the god of mischief?!
You heard footsteps again, walking out in the opposite direction of where you stood.
“Loki means to unleash the Hulk. Keep Banner in the lab, I’m on my way. Send Thor as well.”
You peaked through the doorway, just enough to see Natasha turn back to Loki with the smallest hint of a smirk on her face.
“Thank you, for your cooperation.”
And then she was gone. You could stop yourself from snickering by the door, making Loki spin in your direction, his eyes landing on yours. You still felt no fear though. Maybe you were just that good of an agent?
“She got you there.” You giggled, leaning against the frame.
“Quiet, little one.”
Little one? I’m twenty fucking six?
You gave him your signature smile before heading back upstairs. You weren’t being left out of the conversation this time, not after ease-dropping on that shit show.
You got to the lab mid conversation, slipping through the door unseen by the team, standing silently in the back.
“Agent Romanoff, would you escort Dr. Banner back to-“
“Where? You rented my room.”
“The cell was just incase-“ Fury started but was interrupted again.
“Incase you needed to kill me. But you can’t, I know, I tried.”
The room fell heavy with silence at his admittance.
“I got low, I didn’t see an end so I put a bullet in my mouth and the other guy spat it out. So I moved on, I focused on helping other people. I was good, until you dragged me back into this freak show and put everyone here at risk! You want to know my secret agent Romanoff, you want to know how I stay calm?”
“Dr. Banner.” You saw as each person went for this gun, absolutely amazed that they would so easily take out their friend if they had to. You couldn’t do that.
“Put down the scepter.”
Bruce handed it over to Natasha instantly, seeing its blue glow brighten at his touch. A beeping began from the computer behind you, making everyone notice your presence in the room.
“Sorry kids. You don’t get to see my party trick after all.” Bruce mumbled as he walked to the computer.
“I’ve for it. I’ve located the tesseract.”
It was as if all hell broke loose right then and there.
Thor was demanding he take it back to Asgard where it rightfully belongs. Steve and Tony were arguing about god knows what. Natasha was giving you a look so harsh you didn’t dare even glance at her. You turned to the computer, seeing Bruce behind it and stepped up beside him.
“I tried it before.” You placed a hand over his. “Ending it all. Life’s pretty shit when you really think about it. But I’m glad I’m still here, and I’m glad you are too. It gets hard, and it’s harder when you have no one to talk to, no one who understands. I have demons in my head, you have a giant green guy in yours. If you ever need to talk, about anything, I’m here. Please remember that.”
He put his other hand over yours, gentle squeezing and gave you a smile in thanks. You knew you didn’t have to go into detail, if someone had tried to take their own life, they knew the struggle. You and Bruce had that in common.
You left the room before your attendance could be brought up, you weren’t needed anyway. Maybe you’d go back and chat with Loki?
“Back again so soon, little one?”
Again with the ‘little one’?
“Bored. They talk about things I don’t understand, you’re more fun.” You smile at him, remembering this time the tricks he attempted to play on your girlfriend. She was smart, but so were you, you wouldn’t let him try to manipulate and fool you, not that you actually believed he would, for some unknown reason.
You heard gunshots from the floor above, ducking at the sound of the bullets vibrating the metal around you.
“Hide, Y/N!” He yelled, stood in his cell. You ducked down in a corner, silently wishing you had a gun on you to protect yourself from whoever, or whatever, was shooting in the building.
Thor came running through the door moments later, Loki’s cell door opening just at that moment.
“No!” He shouted, running to try and push him back in, but the Loki you saw glitched like a hologram, sending Thor to the floor with a thud, the door locking shut behind him. That’s when you noticed the real Loki by the pad that controlled the cell.
Craft mother fucker.
More gunshots went off around you, getting closer, deafening to anything that was said between the two brothers. Before you knew it, Loki was gone. You crawled out from your hiding spot, Thor clocking you straight away.
“I’ll find him.” You said, running out the door as Thor shouted his protests.
But if Loki wanted you dead, you’d be dead by now.
A/N: I know this isn’t how the scene played out, but I needed it to fit into my story, and well... this is fanfiction.
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