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m0nsterqzzz · 6 days

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(wife) Natasha Romanoff x reader

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- Snow Day -

summary - snow days with your wife and kids

a/n - ahhhhhh i love snow and natasha.

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The moment Natasha jumps on top of you at 7am is the moment you decide to divorce her.

Not seriously, but you did threaten to as she shook your body and practically screamed, “It’s snowing detka!” You opened one eye and sure enough, there was ice frost covering the outside of your bedroom windows and you could see snow covering the trees.

“That’s nice honey. Now go back to bed.” She shakes her head, jumping off the bed and yelling as loud as she can- which is pretty fucking loud if you didn’t know-, “Kids! It’s snowing!”

Just like Natasha, your kids love the snow more than anything. Probably more than they love you. It's a few seconds before the cheering begins, and then your oldest sons come running into your room and jump onto the bed. “Wake up! Wake up!” Lev, the oldest, practically screams in your face, and then Andy- short for Anthony-, the middle child, lays his whole body weight on top of you. He’s fourteen years old, only two years younger than his older brother and eight years older than their little sister, but after years of working out with Natasha, he’s very strong and putting his whole body weight on top of you means basically cutting off your ability to breathe.

The sound of little footsteps entering the room makes you all stop, and Lena, your six year old daughter and youngest child, enters the room with her stuffed monkey in hand and crawls into the bed next to you. She loves the snow, but she also loves sleep just like you.

“Come here принцесса.” Lev mutters, grabbing his little sister from the bed and holding her in his arms. Her big brothers are her protectors, and if you and Natasha aren’t there to treat her like a princess, her brothers are.

“You wanna build a snowman little spider?” Andy asks, tickling her stomach as a method of waking her up. She giggles, a tired grin taking over her face as she looks out the window. “Snow day?” “Snow day Lena.” She nods, suddenly much more awake as she climbs out of his arms and back onto the bed. You think she's coming back to cuddle with you, but you should know by the devilish grin on her face- one very similar to your wifes- that is not true. She stands up on the bed, then lets her small body free fall onto yours. Was naming her after your sister in law (the one that totally did this shit to you a few months ago) a good idea? Probably not.

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And that's how you ended up gathering up all the scarfs in the house, which only turned out to be 4. Luckily, one of them was really long so you and Natasha can share it once you get outside. While the kids are in their rooms putting on thousands of layers, Natasha is in a tank top and leggings like she's about to go out on a run in the summertime. “Natalia. Where is your sweater? Sorry I meant, where are your sweaters? Plural because it’s fudging freezing outside.”

She shrugs, continuing to make six cups of hot chocolate despite it being 7 in the morning. You chuckle. “The kids only need one cup each Nat.” She nods, looking down at the cups with a nervous smile. “I know…..three of these are for me.”

You grab a few sweaters for her, forcing her to put them on and then standing in front of her holding in a laugh at the now balloon shaped form of your wife. “You look um….you look amazing honey.” She can't see you considering the beanie going down to her nose and scarf up to about the same place but she can hear you searching through your pockets for your phone. “I know what you’re doing! Do I look stupid to you detka?”

“Yes….and this is going on the Avengers Christmas card.” You snap the photo, running away from her when she begins waddling towards you.

You go stand out on the porch with her, waiting for your kids to come out and join you in the cold. Why they love the freezing temperatures will always be a mystery to you. When they come out, each kid is handed one cup of hot chocolate that they pull down their scarves to chug. They boy’s aren't too big as they’ve grown a lot over the years since you bought the pieces of fabric, but the new one you bought for Lena when winter season started is practically covering her whole head and Natasha has to pull it down in order to see the little girl's bright smile.

You take your seat at one of the rocking chairs you and your wife bought for your wrap around porch, piling several blankets over your lap and watching with a smile as the kids- that's including Natasha- run out into the chilly forest. When Lev was two years old and you had first adopted the few month old baby Andy, Natasha retired from her job as an Avenger and bought you and your kids a large piece of property and a big house. The land is filled with trees that kids spend evenings placing hide and seek in, and in the summer they go horseback riding with their mom. Natasha takes care of all the animals that live around the property and in the barn, and you spend days doing whatever you wish whether it's helping her or staying inside the house relaxing with the kids.

A snowball flies past your head, and you look up to glare at your wife. “Hey! Why are you looking at me? Look at them!” The redhead points to the kids, who stare at her bewilderment. “You know what? Fuck this.” You mutter, removing the blankets from your lap and running out into the snow. You form a snowball, hiding with your kids behind a stack of hay that Natasha left out the other day. Your wife was an Avenger, a spy, and a shield agent. That's all true. But you live with her. It’s not too hard to pick up on her habits.

You can hear her crunchy footprints coming up behind the hay, but the kids have already formed even more snowballs so you hold up three fingers, slowly putting each on down until you have zero left. They all jump up, practically yelling war cries as they hit their mother with snowball after snowball. You take this chance to run into the forest nearby, hiding behind a tree with several snowballs in hand.

Once they run out of snowballs and the laughter dies down a bit, you sneak out from behind the tree and begin throwing the snow at the back of your wife. The children laugh, but she turns to you with a devil-like grin and you instantly know you’re in deep shit. “Okay Nat….Nat….our kids are watching. They can't see me go like this.” You dramatically tell her, only bringing more giggles out of your kids.

“Get her mom!” Lev cheers, and your eyes widen as you look at him in mock offense.

“Whose side are you on kid?” You ask. He shrugs, holding up another snowball and throwing it at Natasha's head.

“Neither. Every man for themselves!” He sprints into the forest, Andy close behind him and Lena standing out in the open with no snowballs in hand.

Natasha grins at her, opening her arms for a hug. “Come here and give me a hug, little spider.” The six year old narrows her eyes at the Russian woman before sprinting after her brothers, but Natasha is already forming four snowballs when the little girl gets to the edge of the tree line.

You watch with a grimace as your wife throws each snowball at the back of the little girl, and the force of the snow makes Lena fall face first into a pile of coldness. You smack Natasha’s arm. “Natalia! She’s six years old!”

The redhead just laughs, turning her back to the forest as she grins at you. “She's my daughter. She can handle a couple snowballs to the face.” While she was defending letting her child get hypothermia, Lev and Andy were sneaking up behind her, each with a large pile of snow in their arms.

“Um….Nat-” You start with a giggle, but it's too late and the boys are lifting up the piles to drop them on top of her head. It breaks over her head, falling down in front and behind her like snow and leaving it all over her head and shoulders. “That was for Lena!” Andy yells and then they take back off to the forest, Natasha not far behind.

A few hours later, you watch as Natasha and the kids come back out of the forest, and then plop down in the snow with erratic breathing. You get up from your seat on the porch, walking onto the cold field and then laying down in it right next to your wife.

It's silent for a few minutes, but then the sound of shuffling begins. You look to your side to see Natasha moving her arms and legs, forming an angel looking shape in the snow. You all spread out a little before copying her movements. So that's what you guys do for like three minutes, before standing up and admiring your guy’s work. There are five different sized angels in the snow, the perfect replicas of you and your family.

“Mama. I’m cold.” With a small smile, Nat grabs her by her under arms and hoists her up on her shoulders.

“I think that calls for more hot cocoa.” “Tasha-” You go to tell her that they’ve already had too much sugar and that Lena is practically shaking due to a sugar high, but she’s making her way into the house with the boys trailing behind her before you can say anything. You chuckle to yourself, following after them.

She’s already grabbing the packets of cocoa powder once you get inside, and the boys settle themselves on the couch as you snatch them from her. She groans, sending you her best pout. You've been married to her for a very long time though and rarely fall for that anymore. “No. They can have something else.” The redhead widens her eyes, trying to put on a puppy dog's face that has you laughing harder than you ever had.

“Fine.” You’re not going to tell her that the only reason you said yes is because Lena was doing the face too. The little girls were much cuter. They cheer, beginning to heat up some milk to put in the hot drink as you go sit down on the couch with your boys.

Natasha and Lena join you guys, the older of the two sitting behind you on the couch so you can lay your back on her chest, and the boys let their little sister choose a movie which is why you end up watching How The Grinch Stole Christmas. Your wife isn’t focused on the movie though. She’s admiring you, how you chuckle at the funny parts as your eyes sparkle with joy.

Snow days are her favorite thing, but it’ll never compare to you.

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#natasha romanoff x you #marvel x reader #natasha romanoff x reader #natasha romanoff #the black widow #black widow x reader #snow day #marvel x you #marvel

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irondad3000 · 10 months

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Natasha: Man, we need back up!

Tony: *adopts a kid*

#tony stark #peter parker #irondad and spiderson #mcu #irondad #marvel #iron man #iron dad #spiderman #spider man #natasha romanoff #blackwidow #black widow #the black widow

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mostlymarvelsstuff · 5 months

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I love you, in every universe ❤️🖤

#natasha romanoff #black widow #natalia romanova #natalia alianovna romanova #black widow comics #mine #the black widow #black widow 2021 #black widow comic #natasha romanov #natasha marvel

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atomic-chronoscaph · 6 months

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Disneyland’s Haunted Mansion stretching room portraits - Designed by Marc Davis

#disneyland #marc davis #haunted mansion ride #disney art #walt disney #horror art #the quicksand men #the tightrope walker #the dynamite gentleman #the black widow #dark rides #theme parks #1960s

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thedragondawn · 2 months

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the one that didn't get away - Natasha Romanoff x Fem! Reader

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x Fem! Reader

Words: 780

Fluff, angst

A/N: This is a belated birthday gift for my dear @iosonoarina 💕💕

taglist: @iosonoarina @stefroutledge @blackwidow-3

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War was over.

The Avengers had won. Well, Thanos was defeated and now it was time to mourn the losses and go back to the world that they had known before the snap. A world that part of Natasha didn’t believe would ever come back.

Now there was hope again. Hope that she would find you home, safe and sound and things would pick up from where you’d left them before Thanos had almost destroyed everything. Hope that she would find you home and that you’d still love her.

Hope that everything will be okay.

“Banner, I’m fine, let me go.” Natasha insisted, wanting to be cleared so she could make it home to her apartment - a place where she’d barely slept as it felt like a haunted museum without you in it. A museum holding the memories you two had made, a museum reminding her of how empty her life was without you.

“You will come back for more testing tomorrow, you hit your head.”

“My head is fine but yours won’t be if you keep me here.”

“Fine, fine. Go.” Bruce lifted his arms in defeat.

Natasha stole the keys to one of Tony’s cars and drove off, speeding towards her old apartment. She had no phone on her and the closer she got to that apartment, the more her pulse raced.

Her heart stopped completely when she pulled up in front of the apartment building and saw you emerge from the door.

“Nat..” Nat saw you whisper and ran out of the car, wrapping her bruised body around yours. She started shaking as relief flooded every cell of her body.

“Любимая…” Natasha repeated over and over again as the two of you held each other in the middle of the sidewalk. She didn’t care that her body ached from the long battle, she didn’t care that there was so much that she still needed to do. No. There was you, solid and breathing in her arms. The scent of you enveloping her, your presence finally anchoring her home after so many years of drifting.

You cupped her face gently, scanning and making sure that she was whole, that she wasn’t a dream.

“What happened?” You asked but your question was silenced with a desperate kiss which you reciprocated just as passionately.

“It was a bad time.” Nat caressed your face gently, your heart breaking when you felt her hands shaking against your skin, touching you almost with a reverence.

“I’m here. We’ll handle it.” You reassured her before leading her back into the apartment.

Time went on. The two of you were almost inseparable and it came as a huge relief to you when Natasha announced that she will step back from the Avengers. There would be less shadows haunting you two.

“You’re staring.” Yelena scolded her older sister as you were making tea in the kitchen of your apartment.

“Mind your own business.” Nat bit back playfully.

“You’re so in love, I could puke.” Yelena made a gagging face.

“You’ll find your person too.” Nat winked at her and then moved her gaze back to you.

“I can’t believe that you two made it.” Yelena commented.

“Why?” You asked, looking at your future sister-in-law. The two of you had grown closer in the months after endgame, and in your new home with Natasha, Yelena had her own room, which she joked was as if she was your pet.

“Because the world tried to tear you apart yet you resisted.”

“No, Thanos tried to tear us apart, we finished his stupid grape face.” Nat argued.

Her comment made the three of you laugh. There was still lingering darkness from the time of the snap and the final battle, but Nat frequented therapy and you knew that it would all work out.

“So, did you set a date for the big day?” Yelena looked at you and Nat all snuggled up on the couch.

“No, we are not rushing.”

“Are you tempting fate?” Yelena teased petting your orange cat who plopped herself on the floor next to her.

“She is the one that didn’t get away. There’s no doubt about that.” Natasha smiled and pressed a soft kiss to your temple. She’d had other relationships before meeting you but her soul knew that she’d found home with you the moment she’d laid eyes on you and getting you back was something that she would have given up everything for.

“You’re not getting rid of me that easily.” You teased, even though Natasha could see the tears shining in your eyes.

“Good.” Nat kissed you gently.

“Lord, save me.” Yelena muttered, bursting your little bubble and lightening the mood.

#natasha romanoff #marvel #natasha romanov #the black widow #natasha romanoff x reader #marvel fic #black widow x reader #mcu fic #post endgame

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upat4amwiththemoon · 5 months

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Game day

Summary: Put your game face on.

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x female!reader

Warnings: none

Word count: 428

a/n: football player x cheerleader trope from the trope challenge

Tags: @thought-of-you-and-me @rafecameronswhore @sayah13 @strangegardentaco @natashamaximoff69

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The university football arena echoes with noise, people cheering on their school’s team, while booing at the opposing one. Y/N is jumping at the side of the field with the other cheerleaders, clapping her pompoms together when their team gets the ball. Her eyes are fixed on number 25, Natasha Romanoff, her girlfriend.

Natasha’s red hair is in a braid, it’s swishing in the air as she runs through the field, kicking the ball along whenever she has it. She is wearing a t-shirt and shorts in the team’s colours, red and black. Her hands shoot up to the air in celebration as she makes another goal, basking in the roar of applause coming from the bleachers.

The loud buzzer makes the teams go over to the sidelines, giving room for the cheerleaders to do their job during the half time. Natasha jogs over to Y/N, giving her a kiss before she goes out to the field with her team.

Now it’s Natasha’s turn to cheer for her girlfriend as she does her routine and gets thrown into the air. They’re shouting their cheer for their football team, often shouting Black Widows, the name of the team.

Natasha grins as she watches her girl in the cheer outfit, it’s her favorite outfit to see on her, for obvious reasons. As the last stunts happen, everyone starts cheering. The team jump around for a while, waving their pompoms in the air before running back to the bleachers, ready for the second half of the game.

The second half goes by quickly, the Black Widows win 9-4, Natasha making over half of the goals. Y/N squeals as Natasha jogs over to her. She opens her arms wide, wrapping them around Natasha’s neck when she lifts her up in the air.

“You did so good!” Y/N giggles while getting twirled around. “You were incredible.”

Natasha smirks as she sets Y/N down to the ground, still holding onto her waist, “incredibly hot right?” She wiggles her brows playfully, adrenaline from the game pumping through her body.

“That too.”

Moving her hand up to Y/N’s hair, Natasha twirls her finger around her ponytail. “You know, I have an insane amount of energy left and I could use something to get rid of it.” She mumbles low enough so no one else can hear.

Y/N grins with a nod. “I think I could help you with that.”

“You better.” Natasha kisses Y/N passionately before taking a hold of her hand and pulling her towards the car.

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theblackspy · 7 months

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Natasha Romanoff as Sorceress Supreme, 2023

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snoopylovessoup · 7 months

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Vanessa Hudgens as The Black Widow

#vanessa hudgens #the black widow #Halloween #halloween costumes #vamp #vampire #photoshoot #spooky #Halloween photoshoot #femme fatale #makeup

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urdepressedslut · 1 year

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Crush ❝part two❞

♡ Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x Fem!Reader

♡ Summary: While Natasha wants to keep teasing you, she finds you in a vulnerable position and wants to take care of you.

♡ Warnings: mentions of violence, injury to reader, FLUFF, light angst, slight sexual tension

Things had been slightly awkward and tense since the almost kiss between you and Natasha.

Your stomach was constantly fluttering with excitement and nerves when Natasha would enter a room now. You wondered how she was able to make you a melting mess without even touching you.

You always admired Natasha, she was an inspiration to you. She had played a huge part in why you ever wanted to become an agent.

She was an amazing friend, always so kind and funny, always lighting up the room. You would have never thought that the day would come that you have feelings for her.

It was hardly an act that confessed one’s feelings, but her touch and demeanor from that day was addictive. She had done close to nothing but an innocent touch on your thigh and you were itching for more.

You remember overhearing Bruce talking with Steve one day, ‘Oh Natasha… She likes to flirt’

The idea that Natasha was only just flirting with you, had your stomach in knots. You had already imagined you and her together, and you liked it… And that scared you.

Natasha on the other hand knew exactly what she was doing. She knew it was mean to play with you like that, but she couldn’t help it. She thought you were so adorable, looking so lost and clueless trying to figure out her mind games. You had her wrapped around your tiny little finger, but she wanted to play around for a little longer.

Except sometimes things change.

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You had just gotten back from a rough mission, feeling drained and just overall exhausted. Your team had misjudged the number of enemies, being outnumbered. Your team however was one of the best, and were able to take down all enemies without a man down on your team. Although you and your team had taken quite a beating, you having taken the worst out of everyone.

It wasn’t anything serious, just some bruising here and there, but what had you grimacing was the cut running across your left breast. It wasn’t deep enough to need stitches, but it was deep enough to hurt, the sensitivity of the spot not helping.

Making your way to your room, you wanted to hop in the shower, scrub the blood and dirt off you. But as you plopped your bags down, and sat on the edge of the bed, your legs gave out. Your body was running out of fumes to keep you moving, even sitting up was a chore.

Frustrated with yourself, your nose burned and tears gathered in your eyes. You felt pathetic, not being able to take care of yourself. You knew you were emotional from holding everything in all the time, never giving yourself a moment to rest, but it didn’t stop you from putting yourself down. You were better than this, and right now you were disappointed in yourself.

A knock on the door startled you, breaking you from your self-deprecating thoughts. Taking a deep breath, you tried to clear your head.

“FRIDAY who’s at the door?” You questioned to the air.

“Natasha Romanoff, Miss (L/n). Would you like me to alert her of your current distress levels?” FRIDAY asked, causing you to shake your head.

“Uh, no. You can let her in.” You confirmed, wiping your face dry of any evidence that you were upset.

The door opened slowly, Natasha peeking her head in. She was smirking entering the room, but her features flickered at your dull form. She didn’t want to pity you, knowing how hard you were on yourself. So she tried to play it off causal, not wanting to upset you. But her instinct was telling her to wrap you in her arms and kiss every bruise and scrap til you fell asleep.

“Hi love, how was the mission?” She asked, pulling out your desk chair to plop down on.

Your heart fluttered at the pet name. Although you felt in between with the name, you wanted her to continue calling you it, but you didn’t want her to if she was just flirting, and messing with you. Not when you wanted something real, when you wanted her.

“It was pretty intense, but nobody’s dead so ice cream for everyone!” You tried to make her laugh, but you felt like she could see through you.

I mean she probably could… She was Thee Black Widow.

“You seem tired.” She assumed, tilting her head, her eyes flooding with concern.

“I’m pretty exhausted, was gonna take a shower then head to bed. Sorry, don’t think I’ll be able to sit through a movie tonight.” You told her, wincing when the cut on your breast throbbed, and you held yourself back from reaching a hand up to grasp it.

Natasha saw your hand twitch, watching your face scrunch up just slightly in pain. She was worried now, trying her best not to show it, but she knew you were stubborn enough to hide an injury.

“Okay, I guess I’ll head to bed and see you tomorrow. Goodnight (Y/n).” She teased, standing up and heading to your door.

You panicked, knowing you couldn’t stand up. You suddenly felt very vulnerable, and felt the need to be protected. Without thinking you called out to her to stop.

“Nat wait!” You swallowed, “Can you… Um…”

Natasha softened her gaze, waiting patiently for you to finish.

“Yes?” She trailed off, walking back to your form on the edge of the bed.

“I don’t wanna be alone right now, and I uh… I can’t walk too well… My legs are sore— fuck this is embarrassing.” You mumbled at the end, feeling pathetic.

“Of course I’ll help you, stop that.” She told you, scolding you like a kid.

“Stop what?”

“Thinking bad about yourself.” She answered, causing you to scoff.

“How would you know what I was thinking?” You countered, swallowing when she faced you completely, raising a brow.

“Were you?”

You opened your mouth to speak, but couldn’t find an appropriate response, so you closed it. Lowering your eyes from hers, she chuckled at your reaction.

“That’s what I thought,” She said under her breath, “Now let’s get you to the shower.”

Natasha looped an arm around your waist, helping you stand and holding up most of your weight. With slow steps she helped you to the bathroom, helping you sit down on the toilet seat.

“How does a bath sound? That way you don’t have to stand.” She suggested and you nodded your head.

Without waiting to see if you’d reach for shower handles, Natasha started to run the water, adjusting the temperature until it felt comfortable. Plugging the bottom, she faced you again, waiting on the water to fill the tub.

Kneeling down she reached for your shoes, undoing the laces and sliding them off your sore feet. Putting the pair to the side, she reached for the waistband of your pants. Stopping her hands just out of reach, she glanced up to you, silently asking for permission.

Your stomach was fluttering with nerves, being so close to Natasha in such a small space. You understood she was just trying to help you out of your clothes, but it didn’t help your erratic heartbeat. But there was no one else you trusted to help you like this, although you felt anxious, you also felt safe in presence.

Nodding for her to continue, she grabbed the waistband, pulling the material down your legs. Her eyes were scanning over your legs for any hidden injuries, happy to have found none.

You felt hot under her gaze, feeling exposed in your panties. Balling up the pants, she placed them over your shoes, moving her hands to the hem of your shirt. Glancing up again, she waited for permission again.

Your heart stuttered at her respect towards you, appreciating her regard to your boundaries. It made you feel even more comfortable around her, knowing she’d never push you into doing something that you didn’t want.

With another nod, she lifted the hem slowly over your frame. Her fingers ghosting just underneath your belly button, making you shiver.

Natasha again, was scanning your body for wounds, and tensed up when her eyes landed on the irritated gash across the left of your chest. Pulling the shirt over your head, she placed it into the pile, leaving you in your bra and panties. Quickly bringing her attention back on the cut. You noticed the concern wash over her features.

“It’s okay Nat, It’s not deep enough for stitches.” You reassured her, her eyes meeting with yours and you thought you saw fear in them.

She stayed silent, hooking an arm around your almost bare body, and helped you into the tub.

The warm water hit your skin, and you let out a hiss when you were finally all the way in the tub. Your muscles instantly relaxing in the warmth of the water, your jaw unclenching in contentment.

Natasha left for a moment, returning quickly with a med kit. Your eyes widened at the supplies in her hands, swallowing nervously at the thought of her cleaning your wound. It wasn’t so much the slash itself, but where it was. It was a sensitive area, and the memory of someone cutting you there made you feel violated. You knew Natasha wouldn’t hurt you intentionally, but you couldn’t help but feel anxious.

“Is this necessary?” You asked, your hands gripping your knees under the water.

“Yes, we don’t want it getting infected.” She argued back, “I promise I’ll be gentle.”

“I know, I trust you.” You whispered at the end, your words making Natasha’s heart swell.

She grabbed a sponge and dipped it into the water, watching the sponge expand. She held it over your wound, squeezing some water onto it. You winced when the water met with your ripped skin.

“I know, I’m sorry.” She cooed, letting a couple more drops run over the cut. Then reaching for some gauze and soaking the pad in saline solution.

She gently dabbed the gauze around the gash, causing you to bite your bottom lip, tears gathering in your eyes.

She dabbed over a more sensitive spot, causing you to whimper in pain, your body trying to move away from her hand instinctively. She immediately stopped her movements and met your eyes, her free hand rubbing your shoulder soothingly.

“Hey it’s okay, you’re okay love. We’re almost done, you’re doing so good.” She praised, waiting for another nod from you before she got back to work. Applying a bandage over the wound after she finished.

It was silent for the rest of the cleaning, you allowing her to run the sponge over your grime covered skin. Your mind and body felt extremely relaxed now, with Natasha’s hands gently caressing your flesh.

There was something so intimate about trusting someone to care for you while you were defenseless. You hadn’t meant to, but you found yourself staring at her as she focused cleaning the dirt off your skin. Your eyes following the slope of her nose, all the way past her cupids bow, stopping on her plump lips. You reached her eyes again, and spoke out before you could stop yourself.

“You’re beautiful.”

Natasha’s eyes met your adoring gaze, smiling at your words. Suddenly you were very aware of what you had said, feeling embarrassed.

“Sorry I… That was probably weird— Not saying you’re weird— I mean of course you’re beautiful I just—“

Natasha’s lips colliding with yours had you quit your rambling. She had your bottom lip captured, her hand moving from your shoulder to the back of your neck, softly scratching your skin with her nails. Natasha pulled away all too soon, causing you to frown slightly, grabbing onto her wrist with desperation.

“I’ve been wanting to kiss you for awhile.” Natasha finally spoke, your cheeks crimson at her confession.

“R-really?” You whispered, still feeling breathless and dizzy from her kiss. She chuckled, her hand moving from the back of your neck to cradle your red cheek.

“Really (Y/n), I adore you.” She told you, the butterflies in your stomach threatening to burst out.

“I always thought you were just messing with me, flirting and teasing me, and all that…” You trailed off, your anxiety getting the best of you, because god you wanted this to be real.

“I was, but I really do want this,” She motioned to the both of you, “I want you love. I need you.”

Your heart swelled at her confession, your mind trying to wrap around the fact that Natasha wanted you.

This whole night, her taking care of you, cleaning your wound, being so gentle, making sure you were comfortable with everything. You felt overwhelmed with joy and you couldn’t help the tears that gathered back into your eyes, but this time it was from happiness.

“Nat… I feel so lucky to have you. You didn’t have to do any of this,” Your hands motioning to the bath and your bandage, “I can’t thank you enough, for everything you’ve ever done for me. You’re the only person that makes me feel like I belong. You make me feel so safe, so loved.”

Natasha held your loving gaze with her glossy eyes, not afraid to be vulnerable with you. She wanted you to be the only one who could see this side of her. You saying that she made you feel safe had Natasha cradling your face with both her hands, pressing her forehead against yours.

“You don’t have to thank me baby, I want to be the one who takes care of you, the only one.” She whispers, the tip of her nose bumping with yours, your breaths mixing.

“I think I want that too.” You spoke softly, your hands gripping her wrist in a gentle hold, thumbs caressing over her soft skin.

Natasha leaned back slightly, her gaze meeting yours, still cradling your face.

“I really want to kiss you again.” Natasha stated, her voice dripping with desire.

“Please.” You whined, needing to feel her lips on yours again. You started to lean your face closer to hers desperately, but was held back with a gentle hands.

“After we get you out of the tub and dried off, I’m not done taking care of you.” She argued, and you were pouting pathetically.

“Nat please… no more teasing.” You begged her, earning a dark chuckle from the redhead.

“Oh honey, just you wait.”

A/N: i love nat so much 🤍 i’m so happy you loved the first part, a lot of you requested a part 2, so i hope you all like it 😊

#reader insert #light angst #fluff #imagine #oneshot #marvel imagines #natasha x you #natasha romanoff x reader #female reader #natasha romanoff #the black widow #friends to lovers #natasha romanoff x female #natasha romanoff fic

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The Writer, The Artist and The Mediocre: Chapter 1

November 3rd, 2023 Y/N Y/L/N

0500 (Writer)

The best part of life is the silence and peace associated with a quiet life.

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"Brrrr. Brrr.” An alarm goes off. I groan, rubbing my eyes. Shifting uncomfortably, I notice the hardwood beneath my face. I’m not in bed. I wake up to papers stuck on my face. Fell asleep at my desk, writing again. At least I prepared everything last night. My clothes? Forest green hoodie, I love this hoodie. It’s baggy and the texture is nice. And jeans. Check. My lunch? Packed in my bookbag. Check.

Making my way to the kitchen, I grab my mug. To make my usual morning hot chocolate. By this time mom's usually left for work. So I have the house to myself. While the milk is heating on the stove, I sit on the table. Throwing my feet up, something mom would never let me do but she's not here.

I check my watch, 0530. I have an hour before school starts. I grab my writing journal, the hot chocolate poured into my mug and head for the pond like I do every morning. A shiver runs down my back. It’s kind of chilly this morning. I pass one or two joggers on my way to the pond. I can hear faint squawks from the ducks.

I take a seat on my usual bench. This gives me a clear and close view of the water. It’s nice to have some alone time before school. Before the whole city is awake. I write down the things I could never say. That I haven’t said, since it happened.

People talk to me all the time, never expecting a response because they’ve accepted that I won’t. Nobody heard a thing, a saw thing, so I don’t expect them to understand but everyone is gentle with me. Waiting on me to break and finally say what’s wrong. I won’t cave.

"SPLASH!” I jump. A duck jumping into the pond startles me, bringing me back from my thoughts. I check my watch, 0700. Shit.

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Fluff Alphabet with Natasha Romanoff

pairing: Natasha Romanoff x gn reader

summary: fluff alphabet with Natasha Romanoff/some of my headcannons of her

a/n: literally had so much fun writing this and now I want to do one with all the marvel characters.

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A: Affection (how do they show affection/are they good at it?)

Natasha is a very closed off person, but she never misses a chance to prove how much she loves you whether that's leaving you sweet notes to find when she leaves early for a mission, cooking you dinner so you can relax, or cuddling you in bed on a day off. She wasn't very good at it at first as she was raised with the phrase, “love is for children” but she definitely warmed up after a while. Her love language is 100% words of affection and acts of service.

Beauty: (what does she think makes her s/o beautiful?)

She loves your smile as cheesy as it. She also loves when she's dating someone understanding and has a good work ethic. She loves dating someone who understands when she closes herself off or works long hours because she's not doing it to mean, it's just how she deals with things.

Comfort: (how she comforts her s/o when they're dealing with a rough day)

Once again, acts of service and words or praise are her love language so she'll definitely spend time in the kitchen with Wanda to help make you your favorite food and set up a nice warm bath for you. She tells you she's proud of you and how strong you are and then gives you space if you want it or does a fun activity with you if you want to hangout.

Dreams: (does she dream about a future with her s/o/ what are those dreams)

She always dreamed about living her life outside of the red room when she was in it and when she escaped, she thought she was going to spend the rest of her life alone which she was okay with until she met you. Now, when she thinks about her future, you're always in it. Whether that's with a few adopted children on a nice property somewhere, or still living your life you currently have- adding a few pets obviously- she's happy to just have you.

Equal: (is she more dominant or soft in the relationship)

She's definitely more dominant as that's just a personality trait of hers but she also isn't as afraid as she used to be to show her soft side. She's not afraid to call you out when somethings wrong but she also knows that sometimes people just need space which she's happy to give you.

Fight: (how would a typical fight go/ how easily would she forgive her s/o?)

I definitely see Natasha being more of a petty type, but in the end she knows that to help keep your relationship stable you have to talk things out. She's always nervous to do it, but she loves you more than anything. Fights don't happen too often but when they do she tries her best not to let her anger boil over. Not a lot of things you do could ever make her mad, but as we all know, she definitely has a tendency to resort to anger when something goes wrong. She'd never lay a hand on you, but she does tend to yell when arguments break out.

Gratitude: (is she grateful for all her s/o does/has done for her?)

100%. She's so grateful she found someone like you and even though she doesn't say that very often, she proves it with acts of kindness. She believes that anyone can say they are grateful for something, but proving that you are is worth so much more. Whether it's taking you out to a fancy dinner or a fun date, setting up a movie night or taking care of a mission report so you can relax, she always shows you that she's grateful for all you do for her.

Honest: (how honest is she to her s/o?)

Keeping secrets from you is something that she has due to her line of work but other than that, she is mostly honest with you. Sometimes she lies about her emotions, but in the end she always ends up telling you how she's feeling. If you ask her about something, she usually finds no reason to lie. She trusts you with her life so why wouldn't she trust you with her secrets?

Inspiration: (did her s/o inspire her to become a better person?)

Definitely. It's not like she was a bad person at first, but she definitely had a temper and tended to fight a lot. She didn't deal with her emotions well after years of not being able to, and you helped change that. You inspired her to be a better person and lover so that she could be what you deserve.

Jealousy: (does she get jealous? if so, how jealous?)

Natasha knows that you love her and wouldn't leave her for someone else unless she gave you a reason to but a lot of the time, it's just about the way people act towards you or look at you. Some person looking at you with lust filled eyes? Make a move on you and won't take no for an answer? They definitely earn a punch to the face from your girlfriend. After that, she'll ask you if you're okay and take you home to spend the rest of the night proving that your hers.

Kiss: (does she kiss her s/o often? where does she kiss you?)

Natasha loves kissing you, but she loves the way you scrunch up your face when she kisses your nose. You'll often joke when she does it that she “missed your lips” and she simply laughs and kisses you on the lips. Her kisses are usually soft and passionate, but trust that when her dominant side comes out, you're going to be pushed up against a wall and making out with her for hours.

Little ones: (how is she around kids?)

Even with her cold personality, children hold a special place in her heart as she will never be able to biologically have any of her own. She wants to eventually start a family with you, but for now she's fine with babysitting her teammates' kids sometimes or visiting the children's hospital in her superhero suit. When they scream and cry, she has to admit that she's not too great with dealing with that but she eventually just takes a deep breath and calms herself in order to help calm them. If that doesn't work, she calls in Wanda.

Marriage: (does she want to get married?)

Honestly, she doesn't care all that much. Obviously, marrying you would be nice but it's not necessary. She simply loves being with you and if you never get married, that's fine. If you do, great. She thinks about what it would be like often, but she knows that in the end you guys would still be as happy as you are now. The only thing that would change would be you have a piece of paper to hang on the wall that basically says, “I love this person so fucking much” and most of her friends already know she does.

Nicknames: (what nicknames does she call her s/o? Does she have any for them?)

She definitely likes more personal nicknames that all though it didn't take a lot of time to come up with them, it's something that shows how much you know each other. She uses regular nicknames too. Babe, darling, dear or any term of endearment in Russian are some of her favorites to use. She loves how flustered you get when she speaks in Russian, which is why she does it so often.

On Cloud Nine: (what's she like in love? is it obvious?)

I wouldn't exactly say it's obvious but the people that know Natasha personally can definitely tell when her moods are changing. She's nicer, calmer, and a whole lot more happy. It's the little things like the way she looks at you, the way she handles different problems that involve you, or the way she protects you.

PDA: (is she okay with showing off her relationship in public?)

It's not that she doesn't like to, it's just that she knows how uncomfortable it must be for others. She's not scared of what others would think, as she can protect herself and you easily, so she doesn't mind kissing you in public or hugging you. Holding hands is definitely her thing, so that she doesn't lose you in big crowds and so she can easily remind you that she's there for you when she notices you getting overwhelmed.

Quirk: (a trait of hers that makes her a great partner)

She is a great listener and notices the little things. She knows when you need her to be there or when you need space, she can literally read your emotions from the way your eyes look. She notices small things about you that nobody else does, and you often find a gift left for you on the counter if she hears you talking about wanting it in a conversation that you didn't think she was paying attention to.

Romance: (is she a romantic or does she not know how?)

She often says she's not romantic, but the date nights she plans prove otherwise. She doesn't exactly know how to show romance after years of not doing it, but she loves randomly saying something that causes you to grin and blush. Little compliments throughout the day, telling you (quite poetically might I add) how much she loves you, or cuddling you in the warmth of your home.

Security: (are they protective over you? if so, how protective?)

She's very protective and even though she knows you can handle yourself, she's always watching over you on missions or really just in daily life. Not in a possessive way, just making sure that her partner stays safe. She trusts you to stay safe, but who doesn't need extra protection in case something goes wrong?

Thrill: (does she like trying out new things in the relationship or does she like a routine?)

She loves a routine, but she knows better than anyone that following the same one everyday can make you go insane. With that knowledge, she makes sure to plan fun date nights every once in a while, or just randomly go out and have fun. Even with her love of routines, she also loves being spontaneous in life and in her relationship. Other then that, she's fine with the daily life that you guys have. Work dury the day, sometimes she has missions in the evenings or at night, and spend whatever free time she has having a meal with you or cuddling.

Ugly: (what are some of her bad traits? does she know that she has them?)

She understands that she has some bad traits and tries her best to fix them if they're becoming a problem. A few of them are:

doesn't show emotions and instead bottles them up (which then causes outbursts)

stresses about little things that go wrong when planning something

always puts other before herself which sometimes leads to putting herself in danger

She knows that you struggle to understand her sometimes and she tries her best to help you.

Value: (on what level of priority is her relationship? does it come before other relationships in her life?)

She knows how much putting your relationship as one of her top priorities, and she does her best to do that. She's not one to blow you off the hang out with other people, but she knows that if she truly has to for something like a mission, she has a very understanding partner. She doesn't take advantage of that though, and she always makes sure to set aside time to spend with you if she's been very busy for a while.

Wild Card (A random fluffy headcanon that you have about the relationship?)

I think that Natashas favorite season would be winter because she loves the cold.

Since it snows in New York, she will spend any free minute forcing you to come outside with her to play in it.

Snowball fights are definitely her thing.

She'll pull the rest of the avengers into it too, and her competitive side would quickly come out.

Loves hot chocolate and would have it for every single meal if you let her.

100% gets sick from days of not putting on a jacket while she goes outside like you told her to.

“I told you so, Nat. Now come eat your soup.”

Forces you to cuddle with her and gets you sick as well.

XOXO (Does she like to kiss, hug, cuddle you? If so, how often does she do it?)

I feel like Natasha is a big physical touch person in a relationship but just doesn't like to show it around other people. She loves kissing you, will pull you into a hug randomly, or cuddle with you while you're doing simple tasks. Doing a mission report? She's there to hug you. Taking a shower? She's there to wash your hair for you and hug you. Cooking? She wraps her arms around you from behind and buries her face in your neck.

Yucks: (some things she doesn't like)

Natasha hates pickles. I don't know why but I just feel like she'd be the type to get a burger and pass her pickles onto one of her teammates plates. And pineapples, I think she'd hate pineapple flavored things or just the fruit itself because it makes her mouth “feel icky”. It's also well known that she hates working with people as a team especially on missions and even though she loves her teammates, she prefers to go on solo missions.

So for Z I couldn't pick between these 2 so I decided to do both lol:

Zeal: (would she go to great lengths for you/ or relationship? if so, how far)

Literally yall are the "Don't Blame Me” couple. She would do anything for you. You know how heros would give their love in order to save the world? Not her. She would rather die than let you die. It may seem dramatic, but you're her everything the same way she's yours. She would go so fucking far to protect you and what you guys have. There is very little she wouldn't do for you. Murder is not out of the picture.

Zzz: (how is she when she sleeps? Does she sleep walk? Sleep talk? nightmares?)

After her past in the red room, she definitely has nightmares that end with you guys watching TV in the living room as you try and help her sleep again. She also talks in her sleep. You've stayed up sometimes to listen to her say full sentences. It scared you at first because you would wake up to her seemingly talking to you but she would still be asleep. Other than that, she's a calm sleeper but also wakes up easily sometimes as she is always on high alert

#marvel x reader #marvel x you #natasha romanoff #the black widow #natasha romanoff x reader #natasha romanoff x you #fluff #fluff alphabet

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being tony stark's daughter would include... (headcanons)

type of writing: headcanons / scenario

word count: 778

request: yes / no

original request: can you do one where the reader is tony’s daughter and loves to wear fancy stuff like cher from clueless 😭. and instead of being that stereotypical “mean spoiled rich girl”, the reader is actually super sweet and people sometimes take that for granted and use her for her stuff and money?

dynamic: tony stark x stark daughter!reader

characters: reader, tony stark, happy hogan, mention of steve rogers, natasha romanoff, bruce banner, peter parker, harley keener, and miles morales

a/n: ty for the request!! also requests are still open hehe :)

coming soon: clint barton younger sibling headcanons, overprotective avengers when reader has a boyfriend headcanons, hanging at the sanctum sanctorum over break headcanons

taglist: @nutellani

(message me or send an ask if you'd like to be included in the taglist!)

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tony stark is an awesome dad.

like he just goes above and beyond to make you smile.

it’s well-known that he spoils everyone at the compound, but since you’re his daughter, he spoils you A LOT.

you’ll come home from school often to find a little box on your bed, and it’s always something you either had mentioned in passing, or something that you didn’t even know you needed.

like you got into crocheting for a little bit. you now have buckets full of multicolored yarns in every texture and color one could ever need!!

also i feel like when you told him your favorite ice cream was the same flavor as his favorite, he literally almost burst with excitement.

and now you ALWAYS have that ice cream.

he even built a little gadget that only lets you and him eat out of it.

the only exception to the rule is happy, as thor painfully found out one day.

he went to have some and it shocked him, but happy just reached in and got it anyway.

also if you’re tony stark’s daughter, i just have to say what an iconic trio you, your dad, and happy are.

like y’all always look so badass with matching shades or whatever.

you got matching shirts for you three for christmas and they both reluctantly wore it.

natasha took like fifteen pictures and steve was literally on the floor dying because he thought it was so funny.

anyways one of the coolest things about being tony stark’s daughter are the gadgets.

for example, you have a lot of clothes. but guess what? you don’t ever have to do laundry.

all of your clothes are put in this special hamper. it washes, dries, and folds/hangs the clothes up for you, then puts them away in a neat fashion.

you have a high tech mirror (ala cher from clueless!!!!) where you can “try on” outfits before you actually retrieve them to wear.

it’s kind of awesome?

jk it IS awesome.

anyways you’re also super smart.

science and math just come easily.

it must be…. in your blood or something.

bruce made that joke once and tony locked him out of the lab. then peter tried to make it too and tony made him go “test” a robot that blocks people out of a room HAHA

that being said, your dad actually lets you in the lab.

ikr? kind of crazy.

you have your own little corner to work on stuff.

also you and bruce are so iconic. i think you would have tea parties every sunday.

tony says it’s “childish” but you can tell he’s jealous

once you caught happy setting up high tea for him and tony but then he told you that you didn’t actually see anything

now, it’s usually a great thing to be tony stark’s daughter

but finding real friends is tough.

there are people who are awesome, like peter parker, harley keener, and miles morales.

but there’s a lot of people who’ll use you to get to your dad or your money.

and yes that sounds stereotypical, but it’s really tough.

there was a group of kids who seemed really excited to go out with you, but then you realized it was all for social media clout and that they expected gifts and stuff.

so you ended up exploding on them, and it gave your dad some bad press.

you were so embarrassed that you locked yourself in your room, refusing to come out.

happy left some tea outside but you didn’t want it.

so then finally tony came in.

guys he’s iron man he can get through a locked door

and you didn’t really want to talk.

so instead he just put on some music.

some really loud guitar music.

and then, with the door still open, tony stark began playing air guitar.

now you knew he would do this sometimes, but not with the door open.

and then he started to SING.

that man cannot sing guys.

needless to say, it gave you a laugh.

he grabbed your hands, pulled you up, and the two of you started dancing around the room, laughing harder than ever before.

when the song ended, he told you he wasn’t mad.

and that people can be losers sometimes

but that you certainly weren’t.

then he said one day he would come up with a loser detector so that you wouldn't have to go through something like that again.

and he was only half joking, so you just laughed.

but deep down, you were happy to have someone who cared for you as much as your dad, tony stark, did.

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Highly recommend this book for anyone that cannot find all of Nats comics, does not want to read everything, or is simply overwhelmed by the sheer amount of comic history pre 2020.

It gives great detailed synopsis of each of her important stories in order and includes tons of pictures and citations too.

#marvel #marvel comics #natasha romanoff #black widow comics #the black widow #black widow #natalia alianovna romanova #natalia romanova

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atomic-chronoscaph · 6 months

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Carol Forman - The Black Widow (1947)

#carol forman #the black widow #40s movie serials #republic serials #sombra the spider woman #spencer gordon bennet #noirvember #1940s #1947

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I Didn't Deserve you || N.Romanoff

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Pairing: girlfriend!Natasha x gender neutral Reader

Warnings: Angst, mention of death, cute start, kinda sad ending, emotional abuse

Summary: y/n just wanted to enjoy theirs and Natasha anniversary, but everything went south.

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Being the partner of an avenger isn't always easy going. Often times special dates, and events are pushed off but y/n always understood how important Natasha's job was; and Natasha was great full to have them. At first their relationship was one you would see in the movies, soft and sentimental, but as time went by y/n saw less and less of their girlfriend, Nat would stay at work late, come home to tired to spend time with them. Y/n's love never died down for the red headed widow though.

Today was their 2 year anniversary. Y/n was home dancing around their apartment kitchen as she made a pasta meal for the each of them. As soft music rang from the smart speaker the clock showed 7:45pm. Natasha was out training but swore she would be back in time to celebrate this milestone with her lover.

As y/n set the table finishing it off with fresh flowers in the vase on their little circle dinning table, one which was perfect for the two of them. From that point y/n waited, well and waited...

The clock would tick, and the food was long cold. The time now read half past eleven and y/n was growing tired of waiting for Natasha. They were full of emotions, frustrated, betrayed but most of all disappointed that she had put so much effort to do something special for their girlfriend only too be stood up.

Doing their best to stay awake in hopes of their red headed girlfriend to come home any moment was becoming rather hard. Y/n grew overly tired falling asleep while waiting for on the small sofa in the living room.

12:45am, keys were heard as Natasha softly walked into her shared apartment. Staying silent to not disturb her girlfriend. Stepping inside the trained spy immediately noticed the plates of food on the table with a candle that had long burnt down. Looking around now moving towards the living room Natasha's heart broke. Her partner way asleep on the sofa, still dressed nicely, clearly they had cleaned up for Nat and she was...extremely late.

Natasha bent down in from of a sleeping y/n, slowly rubbing her fingers in y/n hair to wake them. As y/n slowly started to stir the black widow could only fear what her partners reaction may be.

"Natasha?" Y/n's sleepy voice called out as they regained consciousness. Sitting up y/n's face dropped to a frown as they stared back at their girlfriend.

"Y/n, my bad I was just get-" Natasha started yet was cut off by Y/n's huff

"Don't. You do this every time Nat! I just asked for one day! One day for us! Did you not care?" Y/n rattled off as they stood up clearly each phase they spoke they grew more distressed with Natasha.

Natasha was quick to reach out for y/n in hopes to calm them down yet was of course dodged.

"I'm not your toy, I'm not here for when you're bored, I'm not your second choice Natasha!" Y/n huffed as she had grabbed her keys and thrown a hoodie over her outfit.

Y/n stormed out of the apartment heading straight for the stairs before wandering out into the dark night.

Wandering for what felt like hours, it had started to rain as y/n felt the water seep into their clothing yet they were too damn stubborn to even face Natasha right now. Every night was becoming the same blur, y/n waiting up for Natasha, loads of ignored messages and maybe Nat would come home. The pain of waiting was taking a toll and for once y/n wanted her to feel it back.

Y/n seemed to get lost in thought as the walked, leaving their phone behind seemed to be working in their favor at this point. Cars went by, speeding on the main roads right beside her, sounds of crickets could be heard even in the city. Heading to the cross walk as y/n finally chose to start heading back home. As the red hand turned to the Walkman, y/n on autopilot started to cross, about half way through everything went dark.

Ring Natasha phone lit up at half past 2, expecting it to be y/n Natasha quickly looked at it, yet was surprised to see a random number. Yet she answered nonetheless

"Is this Natasha Romanoff, you're on y/n y/l/n's emergency contacts, they were in an accident, unconscious" a voice spoke to Natasha yet the words seemed to just flood her with panic.

"I'll be right there." Was all Natasha said before rushing out the door

Fast. It happened so fast, adrenaline never felt like this, adrenaline was fun, it was an exciting feeling to remember this time there was no memories. Just black space, and soft sound. Beeps...beep.

"Y/n? Are you awake" her sharp yet soft Russian accent made its way to y/n's ears, yet your eyes far to heavy to open. But a soft squeeze to the hand, which connected with their own showed that they could hear Natasha words.

"детка (Detka) you have to wake up, please. I'm really sorry I didn't stop you, I should've protected you I'm so sorry y/n" Natasha's words followed by her soft cries hurt y/n just as much as the crash had. Not being able to respond was even harder. Listing to Natasha try and communicate and fix something was new, and y/n just had to lay there. Natasha's soft wishes didn't stop but they began to sound far away, the once light that shined through now faded to black once again, as if it was the start of a peaceful sleep.

The beeping became more like a long drawn out ding as if it became a straight line. Making Natasha panic inside.

Nurses rushed into the hospital room shoving Natasha aside, her once locked hand with y/n's was pulled apart as nurses did their best to keep y/n responding.

Nurses frantic actions slowly came to a complete stop, the beep would now fall into background noise.

"I didn't deserve you" was the final thing Natasha got out, her hand holding now not her partners hand, but the ring box's she had brought home that night.

#natasha romanoff x reader #marvel #lgbtqia #writing #marvel mcu #fanfic #marvel edits #marvel fic #anyaeras #angst #black widow x reader #natasha romanoff #natasha romanov #the black widow #wlw fiction

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