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Taken Pt. Four.

Natasha Romanoff x reader. The Avengers x Reader.

Summary- The avengers are your family and you love your family. The only problem is when you join a family their enemies become yours.

Warnings- Kidnapping, slight allusion to torture, Tony not in his finest hour (Yes that is a warning because I love him.)

Word count- 1758

Italics = thoughts.

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Hearing the way the man in front of you refers to your girlfriend makes you laugh. A cold laugh, filled with rage. 

His Natalia. How could she ever be his anything? She’s too good for that. Always has been and always will be. 

“Do you find me amusing, little girl?” Dreykov questions, displeasure at not being taken seriously clear in his voice. He’s too used to spending time in the company of people who work for him or defenseless children who fear him too much to talk back, and it shows. 

He really does believe he is superior to you doesn’t he. Calling you “little girl.” He wishes, you think to yourself, maybe then you’d sit here quietly in fear of him, further boosting his ego. Not now though, not with him talking about your love as if she were “his” in any way.

Anger and defiance flud through you as you answer, without thinking. “Amusing? No. Dim? Yes, incredibly.” You taunt, your laughter filling the room once again as you see the way his face contorts at your words. He looks as though he cannot believe he is being spoken to this way. It must not happen often enough, you think to yourself. 

“Care to explain, Pet.” He grits out, saying the last word with more bite than the rest. Slowly, as if he is in no rush, as though he could simply bend time to his will, he gets up from his seat to tower over you. Or at least he tries. His small, tubby body doing nothing to intimidate you. 

He wants to remind you of your position here. You're his prisoner. He’s in charge.

Somewhere in the back of your mind alarm bells sound. Mouthing off right now isn’t worth the more then likely punishment later. Only right now you can’t find it in you to care. The rage clouding your brain is pushing those sirens screaming “danger” to the back of your mind. This little shit, this pathetic excuse for a man, who has caused so much pain in the world, has just called YOUR girlfriend, YOUR Natasha, HIS. 

Maybe it’s just the pregnancy hormones, hell it’s definitely the hormones. Even so, he referred to Natasha, the woman who he caused so much pain and suffering, as “his.” That is simply not okay. His words are filling you with so much rage. Rage that, in this moment, you can not see past. 

“Oh, I’d love to.” You answer, sarcasm dripping from your words. 

“See, your poor, little, dumb self just referred to MY girlfriend as “your Natalia.” She was never yours. She wasn’t back then and she isn’t now. She was, and remains to be, too good to even share the same air as someone as disgusting as you. She isn’t your anything, other than the person who’s going to kick your ass when she finds me. And she will find me, trust me on that.”

He smiles. He actually smiles at you. A genuine smile. That alone has the alarm bells coming to the forefront of your mind. Oh shit. You think, as your mind clears from the cloud of rage brought upon you. What happened to behaving to keep you both safe huh? 

At first you think your little outburst will get you into trouble. Dreykov does not seem like the type to take kindly to someone telling him off, much less someone who he thought would be a scared little girl cowering before him. Oh how wrong he was about that. The one and only reason you are behaving at all is because of your baby. If not for the fact that acting out would bring harm to not only you but your unborn child, you would have lunged at this stuck up ass the second you realized who he was. 

Dreykov sighs to himself as he sits back in his chair. He looks as though he finds amusement in your words. 

“I can see why Natalia chose you.” He comments, tilting his head to the side slightly, as if analyzing you. Scanning you from head to toe as a butcher would a piece of meat. “You have fire in you, don’t you, little one.” 

Then a look flashes in his eyes, one you do not like. It’s a look of realization, then a smug look, like he’s proud of himself for whatever he’s got himself planning in that sick head of his. 

“Interesting.” He mumbles to himself, before getting up. “And possibly useful.” He adds before moving toward the door and turning off the light. 

As he is about to leave the room, with you left locked inside, you call out to him.

“Wait! You're just going to leave me here, tied down, in the dark?” You ask, trying to hide how you hate the idea but failing as fear creeps in your voice. Noticing this Dreykov smiles, answering. “Think of it as your punishment for talking back, little one. Given the circumstances I think it’s a very generous one.” Just as he is about to close the door fully he adds. “Make no mistake y/n, next time you act as though you have nothing to fear from me I will prove to you just how wrong you are.” 

That’s it. After his final parting words Dreykov leaves. You hear as he slots a key into the door and locks it on the outside. Leaving you alone, trapped, in the dark room with nothing but your thoughts. As the darkness surrounds you, you let silent tears slip past your eyes. “Please come soon, Nat.” You whisper into the room, voice trembling from the tears you halfheartedly try to hold back. “I’m scared.” 

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“What’s the ETA for y/n’s location?” Tony asks, for what must be the tenth time since they’ve taken off. His leg bounces as he waits for Natasha or Clint to answer his question. 

Too preoccupied with co-piloting the jet, Clint does not hear Tony’s question, much to his co-pilotes annoyance. Sighing, Natasha answers the billionaire, “One hour and twenty minutes, Tony. Five minutes less than the last time you asked me.” 

Scoffing, Tony fires back, “There's no need to sass me, Romanoff. I was just asking you a question.” He grumbles, crossing his arms in front of his chest as a child would when being told they cannot have candy before dinner. 

Gripping her hands on the jet's control Natasha tries to ignore the man and his comment. Just another hour and twenty, then I’ll have y/n back in my arms and Tony will back off, Natasha thinks to herself. You can do this Romanoff. 

Taking a deep breath Natasha holds it for five seconds before blowing it out. She repeats this five times over until she feels the tension leave her shoulders, just like you taught her to do whenever she gets frustrated or overwhelmed. Even when you're not here you're still helping her. She smiles as that though flows through her.

Even when you're not here, Natasha slumps as the words echo in her mind. Noticing this, Clint puts the jet's controls to fly on autopilot, asking J.A.R.V.I.S to keep an eye on the jets course and inform the team of any updates when asked to do so. 

Wordlessly Clint gets up from his seat beside Natasha, takes her arm and pulls her along to a private room in the back of the jet. The redhead follows along silently, ignoring the questioning and accusatory glances from both Tony and Bruce. 

Just as she reaches the door to the room Natasha hears a whisper from behind her. “Romanoff better not be shaking up with Clint behind y/n’s back.” Tony. Rage shoots through her again. How could he think so low of her? How dare he suggest she would ever do that to you. 

Clint opens the door to the small but comfortably sized room and Natasha walks inside, keeping her back turned to her friend. Once the archer steps inside, locking the door behind him, he addresses his friend. “Go on.” He prompts. “It’s just us. Let it out. I know you want to.” 

Turning slowly to her friend Natasha takes a deep breath before launching into her, much needed, rant. “God, that man is so frustrating.” She breathes out. “I can’t even go five minutes without him taking a jab at me in some way or another.” Natasha says, exacerbated.

“I know he’s stressed. I know he’s scared, I know that. I also know that he has every right to be upset with me, but jesus. This thing of him picking petty fights about the littlest things is grating on my last nerve and when he brings y/n into it? I could punch him.” Pacing up and down the room Natasha moves her hands around rapidly as she continues to speak. “Oh my god, I am going to punch him. If he openes his big stupid mouth one more time I’m going to punch him in the face. Especially if he brings up y/n the way he did before. He has no idea what our relationship is like, how could he. We never told him about us because we knew he would act this way. Like a child.” 

Natasha stops her pacing, taking a deep breath to repeat the same steps as earlier, bringing herself back to a reasonable level of calm.

Stand in front of her friend, her shoulders slouched in defeat as Natasha speaks again. “I know he’s y/n’s brother, her family. I know he means a lot to her and don’t get me wrong he means a lot to me too but…” Trailing off Natasha moves to sit with her friend on the small metal bed in the room. “I’m scared too Clint. Y/n means more to me then I thought any person ever could. I love her with everything I am. We’re having a baby, we’re starting a family. That’s something I thought I’d never have. Something I’d convinced myself that I could live without until she came into my life and now she’s giving it to me. Everything I’ve ever wanted. I don’t think I can live without her now that I’ve been promised a life with her. I don’t think I want to.” 

Leaning her head on her friend's shoulder Natasha lets out a sniffle, a few tears escaping her eyes.

Silently, Clint brings his hand up to rub his friends back comfortingly, knowing that what she needs right now is for someone to listen and to just sit with her for a while until she can gather herself again. 

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A/n- Hey guys! :) Sorry this has taken so long to get to you. I couldn’t figure out how I wanted to end it as it was originally longer then this. Anyways I’m the end I decided to split it into two chapters. Hope you like it and everyone is good :)

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Howard

MASTERLIST ↠ NATASHA ROMANOFF MASTERLIST

Summary: You and Tony go back in time to 1970 to get the Tesseract, when you run into the man you haven’t seen since you were 5. Your father, Howard Stark.

Warnings: Endgame.

Pairings: Natasha Romanoff x reader, Tony Stark x reader (siblings), Scott Lang x reader (platonic), Steve Rogers x reader (platonic), Clint Barton x reader (platonic)

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You, Tony and Scott all sat in a destroyed car, when Steve came dropping off a railing, the scepter in his hands. “Cap,” Tony called, a guilty look written on his face. “Sorry, buddy. We got a problem.”

Scott’s scoff came from the back of the car, “Yeah, we do.”

You snapped your head around, glaring at Scott from your spot in the passenger seat. “You know, you have a real attitude problem.” Scott just stuck his tongue out at you. “Wow, real mature.” You said, turning back around.

“What happened?” He asked.

“Well, everything went exactly as planned. Tony and I were dressed as S.H.I.E.L.D. agents and Scott managed to give Tony a slight heart attack, and we had the Tesseract in our hands expect…” You trailed off.

“Expect…?” Steve asked, crossing his arms in front of him.

“We miscalculated when Hulk would arrive on the first floor and Loki, he uh, he managed to get away with the Tesseract.” You said, hesitantly. You began playing with your wedding ring, something you often did when you were stressed.

“Well, what are we gonna do now?” Steve asked, as you and Scott exited out of the demolished vehicle.

“You know what? Give me a break, Steve. I just got hit in the head with the Hulk.” Tony said, looking annoyed. 

“You said that we had one shot. This, this was our shot. We shot it, it’s shot. Six stones or nothing. It was six stones or nothing.” Scott said, emphasizing each point.

“You’re repeating yourself, you know that? You’re repeating yourself.” Tony said, aggravated.

“You’re repeating yourself. You’re repeating yourself.”

You and Steve both rolled your eyes as both Tony and Scott continued to argue. “Are there any other options with the Tesseract?” Steve asked, interrupting their childish dispute. 

“No, no, no. There’s no other options. There’s no do-overs.” The bug said, smacking the car. “We’re not going anywhere else. We have one particle left. Each. That's it, alright? We use that… bye bye, you’re not going home.”

Suddenly a thought popped into your head. It was a long shot but it just might work. “I got it. There’s another way to retake the Tesseract and acquire new particles.” You said.

Tony’s eyes widened as he understood what you were saying. “Little stroll down memory lane. Military Installation, Garden State.” 

“Exactly,” You said. Steve understood instantly what the two of you were saying. The three of you were having a silent conversation, understanding what this meant.

“When were they both there?” Steve asked, wracking his brain.

“They were there at a time… I have a vaguely exact idea.” 

Steve pursed his lips together, irked. “How vague?”

“What are we talking about? Where are we going?” Scott asked, lost.

“It was 1970.” You interrupted, leaning against the car. Everyone snapped their heads in your direction. 

“How do you know that?” Steve questioned. 

“I know for a fact that they were there. And I know how I know.” You stated, confidently.

“Alright then… It looks like we’re improvising.” Steve said.

“Great,” You and Tony said.

“What are we improvising?” Scott asked.

“I want you and Tony to go get the Tesseract. Scott and I will head back to the compound and wait for you there.”

“Suit up,” Tony said, as the two of you changed your clothes. “Are you sure you wanna come with me?” He asked, worried for you.

“I’m gonna be fine, Tony. I have you with me. And what kind of brother would you be if you left me all alone in New Jersey?”

“A terrible brother…”

“What’s in New Jersey?” Scott asked Steve. Steve kept his eyes locked on the two of you as you punched in the coordinates.

“Are you sure?” Steve asked you two one last time.

“Absolutely, Cap. See you in a minute.” You said before you and Tony disappeared.

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New Jersey

1970

You and Tony managed to get to the military base where you were quick to change your clothes so you wouldn’t be apprehended. “Do you think Steve was born here?” Tony asked, as the two of you strolled through the base.

“Tony, now is not the time… And I don’t think he was born here. It was probably the idea of him.” You said. “Alright, where are we going?”

“Over there.” He said, pointing in the direction. “That’s where they kept the Tesseract.” The two of you watched as two men in suits entered the base. You followed your brother into the base where you two entered the elevator. You went down into the basement and began searching for the right container that held the Tesseract. 

“C’mon, where is it?” You muttered to yourself as you turned on the visors Tony designed.

“Over here! I found it!” Tony called, a little further away. You ran over to Tony, grabbing a briefcase on your way. Tony began to drill his way in while you made sure no one was around.

“Be careful, Tony.”

“When have I ever not been careful?”

“There was that one time…” You started.

“That was a rhetorical question.” He said, not turning around. “We’re in,” He grabbed the Tesseract while you held open the case. 

“Arnim, you in here?” You heard someone say. 

You look at Tony panicked. “What do we do?!?!” 

“Just follow my lead.” Just as he finished talking, a man with a moustache came into your line of sight. You and Tony turned away quickly, as the man stared at you two. There was something vaguely familiar about the man, something you just couldn’t put your finger on. It was the way he spoke and the mustache that you just couldn’t put your finger on. 

“Hey!” The man said, “The door is this way, you two.” The two of you turned around, startled. “Looking for Doctor Zola, have any of you seen him?”

“Yeah, Doctor Zola. No, I haven’t seen a soul.” Tony answered as he approached the man.

“What about you?”

“Me?” You asked, the man nodded. “Nope, I haven’t seen anyone either.” You suddenly ran into a desk chair when you realized who the man was. He was your father. “Pardon me,” You apologized. 

“Do I know you?” The man asked.

“No, sir. We’re uh… We’re visitors from MIT.” Tony said, holding up his badge.

“Oh. MIT. Got a name?”

“Howard.” You internally rolled your eyes at your brother’s thinking. 

“That’ll be easy to remember.” He said, walking closer to the two of you. 

“Howard…. Potts.”

“Well, I’m Howard Stark.” 

“Hi,” The two shook hands as you stared at them trying to contain your laughter.

“And you, Miss?”

“Natasha, Natasha Romanoff.” You said, quickly before mentally hitting yourself. 

“You’re looking a little green around the gills there, Potts.”

“I’m fine. Just long hours.”

“You wanna get some air?” Howard asked, Tony continued to just stare at your father, a dreamy look on his face.

“Hello Potts,” Your father called, snapping Tony out of his daydream. 

“Yeah, that’d be swell.”

“That way,” Howard said, leading the two of you out of the basement.

“Need your briefcase?” You quickly grabbed the case and handed it to Tony. 

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“So, where you at with names?” Tony asked, as you walked up to them again.

“What names?” You asked, giving Tony a subtle thumbs up, telling him that you got the particles. 

“Baby names. If it’s a boy, my wife likes Elmonzo.” Howard said, you let out a quiet giggle at the thought of Tony’s name being Elmonzo.

“Huh. Might wanna let that stew awhile. You got time.” Tony quickly objected, shuddering slightly. 

“What about if it was a girl?” You asked.

“Well, if it's a girl we might name her Gertrude.” Tony snorted at the name before coughing. 

“Sorry, I swallowed a bug.” He excused.

“Gertrude? Really? Why not name her something like, say I don’t know… Y/N?” You quickly suggested.

“Huh… Y/N. I like it.” Howard said. “Lemme ask you a question.” He said, stepping in front of the two of you. “When your kid was born, were you nervous?”

“Wildly,” 

Howard let out a sigh of relief, “Did you feel qualified? Like you had any idea how to successfully operate that thing?”

“I literally pieced it together as I went along. I thought about what my dad did.”

“Ugh, my old man. He never met a problem he couldn’t solve with a belt.”

“I thought my dad was tough on me. And now, looking back on it, I just remember the good stuff. You know? He did drop the odd pearl.”

“Yeah? Like what?”

“No amount of money ever bought a second of time.” You teared up slightly, remembering the quote your dad always said.

“Smart guy.”

“He did his best,” 

“I’ll tell you, that kid’s not even here yet and there’s nothing I wouldn’t do for them.” Tony smiled at that, “Good to meet you, Romanoff.” You shook his hand before he turned to Tony.

“It was nice knowing ya, Potts.”

“Howard, everything’s gonna be alright.” Tony advised, before giving him a hug. “Thank you, for everything… you’ve done for this country.” The two of you watched as he walked over to Jarvis before you both left. 

“Hey, you okay?” You asked.

“Yeah, I’m fine. What ‘bout you?”

“I’m okay… Just wanna go home, bring everyone back and stay wrapped in Nat’s arms forever.” You said, missing your wife already.

“Then, let’s go back.” He took your hand as the two of you found a secluded spot and set your coordinates back to the year 2023.

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2023

You managed to return safely with Tony, looking around you saw that everyone was back. Everyone but one. “Did we get them all?” Bruce asked.

“Are you telling me this actually worked?” Rhodey asked, smiling widely.

“Clint…” You started approaching the man slowly. “Where’s my wife?”

“I’m sorry.” He said.

The only thing anyone heard after that was your gut-wrenching scream.

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- Tony Stark as a big brother aesthetic

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Y/N:hey, bro, I watched this really scary movie can I sleep with you and pepper tonight?

Tony:what? You have watched horror movie before and have slept through the night. You'll pass.

Y/N:but it's holloween tonight. What if-

Tony:Y/N Y/M/N STARK YOU'RE THIRTYSEVEN, NOT SEVEN LIKE MORGAN

Y/N:*sigh*fine

*LATER*

Y/N:hey Stephen, can I sleep with you tonight? I'm-

Stephen:you can sleep with me every night

Tony:actually Y/N I had second thoughts

*WHISPER TO STRANGE*forget it. It's not happening

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Chapter 52.5: Our Happy Ending

Chapter 52 | Masterlist | Words: 5,354

Smutty Blurb labeled 🥵, Minors DNI

Strap, mommy kink

May 2018

Natasha and I are headed for our five month check up on our recent endeavor to expand our family. This pregnancy is hitting me even harder than the last one, and I'm starting to wonder if I'm even meant to be pregnant.

"I really hope it's a girl..." Natasha mumbles, as she helps me out of the car.

"Miserably..." I grumble, and she smiles my way sympathetically.

"Miserably..." I grumble, and she smiles my way sympathetically.

"Miserably..." I grumble, and she smiles my way sympathetically.

"Miserably..." I grumble, and she smiles my way sympathetically.

"Miserably..." I grumble, and she smiles my way sympathetically.

"Her backs been killing her, and her feet have been swelling which sorta threw us off because that happened later on down the line with Piet. Speaking of Piet, she can't keep up with him in the slightest, she gets winded by just trying to get him ready for the day. Her morning sickness was honestly horrible, she can hardly keep anything down, she lived off of saltines, watermelon and sprite last month. Her moods have been—."

I glare her way, and she suddenly stops talking, and the doctor lets a giggle pass her lips.

"Well, that does indeed sound miserable... Let's take a look, yeah? The gels going to be cold." She warns, then begins to drop the jelly on my exposed stomach, and I shiver at the contact.

As she moves the wand around, I watch her face carefully, and see her features feign shock as she's clicking randomly on the screen.

"Well... I might have found the cause of your varying symptoms, in comparison to your last pregnancy."

Natasha and I look at her expectantly, and she continues.

"Well, it appears that you're actually pregnant with twins." She cautiously announces, and I freeze at the announcement.

All the Stark tech before switching to an actual OBGYN and we're just finding out ?!

"TWINS?" Natasha shouts, then immediately apologizes for her outburst, while her grip on my hand tightens.

"Yeah, did we want to know the sexes?"

"Yeah..." I shakily whisper, feeling rather emotional at the thought of two little ones, a mix of excitement and fear surges through me.

"Well, it looks like Baby A is a girl...

... and Baby B is, also a girl."

I watch as Natasha's fear slowly subsides, and a gentle smile takes its place upon her face.

"So, now that that's out of the way, I'm going to have to vehemently advise you to up your prenatal care. I'm also going to prescribe an anti nausea med that should help with the morning sickness. You and your two fetuses, won't survive off of crackers, melons and soda alone. Take it easy, growing humans is rather hard work, and your body deserves to relax. I'm sure Mom here can handle the little one at home. Outside of that, we're all done here, any questions?" The doctor informs us, and grabs the sonogram photos from the machine, and hands them my way before exiting the room.

I smile at the images, tracing my fingers down them, and then I feel Natasha's hand over mine. I look up to meet your glazed over gaze, and she leans down to kiss my lips.

"Well, looks like your dream came true..." I quip, and she smiles against my lips.

"Yeah, double time." She chuckles, then guides me out of the bed, and subsequently to the car.

—Hot Ass Witch—Facetime—

I pick up the call, excited to hear about how Wands appointment also went, seeing as how we're both pregnant, and it was her three month check up.

"How was the appointment Wands?"

"Well... Turns out we're having twins..." She hesitates, tryin to gauge the reaction.

"Oh my gosh! Bestie, us too!!!" I shriek, and she starts to jump up and down in her seat.

"I'm thrilled!!! This is the bestie dream come true!!"

"Yeah... Four infants at once... We can fill the landfills together." Natasha deadpans, as she turns onto our street, and Wanda and I chuckle at her obvious skepticism.

As soon as she parks, I see Wands parking too, and she runs into my arms—clearly handling the pregnancy better than I am.

"They're going to be besties just like us, I can feel it!"

"Well, we're apparently having girls." I beam, and she reaches for the sonogram.

"I have this feeling that we're having boys, but we'll find out in a few months I guess." Wanda replies, then grabs my hand as we head indoors, leaving Natasha and Vision in our dust.

August 2018

I woke up with a dull ache in my lower abdomen, and it never once faded. I'd reached out in search of my wife, but she wasn't there beside me. I moved out of the bed, slow and steady, as I made my way to the bathroom. After about three steps my pants felt soaked, and there was a sloshing sound with every step I took.

Shit... Not today....

"Natasha!!!!!"

Nothing

"Natty!!!" I groan, as I make my way to our shut door.

"Peaches and Creme!!!"

She comes running up the stairs at the coded words, and sees the liquid stains on my pants and her face tenses. She grabs the to go bag, then rings Yelena who drives us to the hospital and takes Piet back to hers and Kate's place.

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"Alright, looks like we're fully dilated, so you should be able to push any minute now."

"No cesarean?" I mumble slightly disoriented, having gratefully received the drugs and epidural this time.

"No need, you're in tip top shape, and your pregnancy didn't really have complications."

After three long hours, of pushing, I feel like I'm on the verge of passing out.

"Just a tiny nap..." I mumble, and Natasha's eyes swim with immense concern, as I just tiredly smile up at her.

"No, sweet girl, this isn't the time to nap."

"I'm so tired..."

"Mrs. Romanoff, you really can't sleep right now, I need you to keep pushing. I promise you're almost there, so push." The doctor gently commands, and as I aim to please, I do what I'm told.

"You're crowning!!" She shouts, as she prepares to catch the baby, and Natasha kisses my forehead before moving down to see the "miracle" that is stretching my vagina out.

My heart stops as the nurse takes my baby, and Natasha follows her closely.

I don't hear any cries.

"Why isn't she crying?" I frantically get out, as I uselessly flail around.

"Y/N, calm down. It's okay, just keep pushing, if you don't we'll have to move to an emergency c-section to avoid any complications." The doctor rushes out, and I am fully sobbing.

"I-I can't—." I start to hyperventilate, but then I hear a loud cry, and I watch Natasha's tense shoulders drop.

"Okay, see, it's all fine now. So push..."

Natasha rushes over, and grips my hand for comfort, then leans her forehead to mine.

"Push detka... Everything's okay..." She whispers, as her breaths fan across my face and I calm at her familiar scent.

I push, and I push, until I can't anymore; I slump back against the bed panting, and sobbing.

"You're doing great Y/N, just one more set and I bet this little girl will be earth-side.

My mind is foggy, but after a minute I do my best to refocus, and I push as hard as I can. Then I hear the glorious wail of my baby girl, and my body practically goes limp.

Nat's POV

"Detka..." I all but shriek, as I turn around to see her unconscious form.

I move away from our daughters to shake her shoulders, but the doctor stops me.

"She's okay, her vitals are fine, there's no hemorrhaging, she's just loopy and exhausted."

I reluctantly nod, as I place a kiss to her forehead, then go to watch as my babies are being cleaned up, and weighed.

"You're just so beautiful." I coo, as I hold our first bundle, then I look up at the sound of shuffling to see that Y/N's waking up.

The nurse walks over with our second little one, and she passes her to Y/N, who's now eyeing me with a dopey smile.

"Baby A here, is 5lbs, 12 ounces, and 17 inches long, and Baby B is 5lbs, 6 ounces, and is approximately 15.5 inches long. We have names picked out yet?" The nurse states, and I nod as Y/N smiles up at me.

The nurse politely exits, and I sit in a chair besides Y/N's bedside.

"Welcome to the world, Violet Melina." Y/N coos down at the gorgeous girl in her arms.

"...and Waverly Rose." she coos, as she reaches over to stroke the baby in my arms face.

"The cutest little additions to the Stark-Romanoff family." I beam, as I nuzzle my nose to the calm little baby in my arms.

It's abundantly clear that we now have identical twins; I survey them, absolutely terrified at the prospect that I'd eventually mix them up, but I put my skills to use and make sure to notice the slightest of differences in them.

Violet's slightly smaller, and has a tiny beauty mark under her left eye. Whereas Waverly has an identical mark, but under her right eye. It's like they came in with a built in device to tell them apart.

Y/N's POV

"Natty.. Can you put her in the bassinet?" I ask my gorgeous wife, as I stare at her with exhausted eyes.

"Of course lyubov', can I get you anything?" She asks, and I simply pout my chapped lips, she smirks before leaning in to give me a gentle kiss, and then we're interrupted by a quiet gasp at the door.

In walks Wanda, with a sleeping Pietro perched up on her pregnant belly. Then behind her comes in Yelena, and Kate with take out containers full of amazing smelling food.

"Egg rolls!!" I whisper shout, and Kate scrambles to plate them in front of me.

"Oh, look at them, they're beautiful, just like their mommy." Yelena coos mischievously, then groans as she finds herself being slapped by Natasha, and Kate.

"When do we plan to have more?" Yelena pipes up once more and my hardened gaze falls upon her, and she freezes.

"NEVER AGAIN!!!" I whisper shout, and they all giggle, as they settle into their spaces for the night.

I fell asleep soon after, with an egg roll in hand, and a passed out Piet on my chest.

October 2019

Natasha's currently finishing up getting Pietro into his costume, while Wands and I load our four one year olds into our quad-seat stroller.

Vi is Laa-Laa, Waves is Po, Billy is Tinky Winky, and Tommy is Dipsy. While Nat continues to get the sunrays to balance on Piet's head, I'm keeping the babies entertained with a little game I call "Peekaboo—Extreme Edition."

They each have straw sippy cups full of water, and those delicious Gerber puffs that I occasionally find myself munching on at midnight... While they snack, I am phasing in and out of their sight, relishing in the loud giggles that erupt from them with each re-emergence.

"Peek..." I disappear, and their faces freeze, then I pop back up, shouting "BOO." Then they erupt into another phase of giggles, and I just laugh along with them.

"Y/N Stark-Romanoff... should've been Belova... We are here!!!" Yelena shouts, as she rushed over to hug me, then moves on to the toddlers.

"You two look lovely." I state, as I observe Yelena and Kate in their costumes.

Somehow, Kate convinced Yelena to dress as Rapunzel, while she dressed as a gender-bended Flynn Rider.

"Thank you, I can't wait to see the rest of your set up." She giggles, as she sees my bright blue dress, and pigtails.

Natasha swiftly comes out with her red hair straightened, in a orange dress, with an excited ray of sunshine bouncing on her hip.

Wanda approaches us in a black wig, in her green dress, and I smirk at the sight of an emo phased Wanda.

"I'm so happy I finally get to see emo Wanda..." I playfully retort, then duck as a twig comes flying passed me.

"Gotta be faster than —." I start, then groan as another twig manages to wack me in the face, and Piet giggles boisterously.

"Wait, aren't you technically sister's?" Yelena gasps, then laughs boisterously as if it's a major deal.

"Vision's literally dressed as Mojo Jojo, this is simply a themed costume arrangement, don't make it weird." I chuckle out, as I guide the stroller down the driveway and they all make their way down.

Nat gently kisses me as we reach the bottom of the driveway, and sets Pietro down as he was trying to wiggle free.

"Sweet Home Alabama!" Yelena sings out, as she runs off passed us, chasing Pietro's giggling form.

"Sometimes I think we have four kids of our own with Lena around..." I grumble, and Nat just chuckles from behind me as we walk down the street.

July 2020

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Nat's POV

Yelena and Kate volunteered to take the kids tonight, apparently desperately wanting some one on one time, and I was quick to shove them out of the door. I love my sweet babies, but it's also hard to find alone time for Y/N and I when we have a four year old, and two nearly two year olds constantly requiring all of our attention.

"Dorogoy! We have the house to ourselves!!" I shout up the stairs, and Y/N runs out of our room in a sports bra and some bike shorts.

She'd been working out on her peloton bike, and my whole body flushed at the sight. Her body was practically glowing under the hall light, as she was dripping with sweat.

"Fuck..." I whisper, and judging by the smirk on her face, I can tell she heard me.

She swiftly runs down the stairs, and quite literally jumps into my arms, I catch her, and spin us around while our lips are locked.

"Movies, pizza, wine, and loads of sex..." She pants out against my lips, in between an onslaught of pecks, then leaves just as fast as she came down to take a quick shower.

Once the food had arrived, I'd set the living room up for us, with the lights dimmed and candles strategically placed around us. I'd pulled Moonraker up on the TV, because I highly doubt we'd last long before we're jumping each others bones...

Three bottles of wine, and half a pizza later, I'd finally had Y/N where she belonged—writhing beneath me. A wasted shower later, because our bodies were now gleaming with sweat, and she was letting the filthiest of moans slip.

"God, how I've missed having you beneath me... Completely at my disposal, maybe I should fuck another one of my babies into you." I husk out, as I dip my face into the crook of her neck, while slamming my strap into her, and her body arches up into mine.

"Mhmmm.. Do it mommy... Fill me up..." She slurs out, while moving her hips against mine.

😇

— Two weeks later—

Y/N's missed her period, and after waking up two weeks ago with the magical strap still attached to my body, while I was laying atop of hers leads me to believe we might've done a bit more than just make love...

"Shit!!!"

"What? Are you okay, detka?!"

"Well.. If by okay you mean pregnant, then yes, I'm okay.." She grumbles, as she throws the door open and shows me the positive test.

"Surprise?!" I whisper, as I shrug my shoulders...

"Only you could somehow accidentally knock me up when we're both women..."

"I'd hope so... Seeing as how I'm your only wife..." I quip as I chase her angered form down the stairs.

"That you know of..."

Little shit...

April 2021

Four kids... That's where I'm drawing my line...

Pietro Isaiah Stark-Romanoff, our trial starter, and honestly—our perfect angel.

Violet Melina and Waverly Rose Stark-Romanoff came into fruition about two years after their eldest brother Pietro; they've proven to be our sweetest gems, and in turn also our biggest devils.

Now, our most recent bundle of joy—Steven James Stark-Romanoff wasn't initially in the plans. We didn't exactly want more kids, having honestly been content with our three back home; nonetheless we were blessed with our final miracle.

It's really hard to have an accidental baby when you're both women, but with the technology and booze at our disposal we somehow did it.

"Natty... No more..." She tiredly commands as I walk around the hospital room, rocking our newest bundle of joy.

"Look at this cute little face, and try to say that again." I jokingly retort, as I shove his sleepy form her way.

"No. More. Babies." She sternly states, while placing a gentle kiss to his nose, and I chuckle lightly before placing him in the bassinet.

"No more moya lyubov'." I confirm, as I crawl into the hospital bed with her, and place a kiss to her shoulder, and then her collarbone.

"Oh my gosh, look at you, you're trying to knock me up again." She lightly shrieks, while trying to roll away from me, and I just laugh against her back to muffle the sounds.

"Dorogoy, I agree with you, four is perfect. We've got all that we could possibly need with this bunch..." I laugh out, and she rolls over to put her now smiling face against my chest.

December 2021

Y/N's POV

I look out to the lawn to see my greatest dreams come true, my big happy family interacting swimmingly as if this is all we've ever known. Kate, Waverly, Fanny, and Yelena—begrudgingly—were sat at a table having a faux tea party. Wanda was sat in a lawn chair reading a book, with a sleepy Pietro on her chest—those two have honestly been inseparable since I had birthed him. Laura and Vis are indoors cooking Christmas dinner, while I hold a sleeping Stevie on the porch swing.

Natasha and Clint were competitively playing soccer with Lila, Nate, Billy, and Morgan with Violet stood to the side cheering them on. Tony was off in his makeshift lab with Cooper and Tommy—doing God knows what; I've learned to ignore explosions because Pepper's almost always there to berate my idiot brother. Seeing the perfect ways they work around each other fills my heart with unwavering glee; none of us come from stable, perfect families, but together we've somehow broken the cycle of chaos.

As I stare down at my littlest man, I can't help but to admire his perfect sleepy face. He's got his mama's button nose, her perfect pouty lips, and her vibrant colored hair. It's almost as if I hadn't carried him for those nine excruciatingly long months...

—

We'd put a plethora of tables together outside, and Wanda floated all the dishes out to them so we could enjoy our meal together.

"How's my baby?" Natasha coos, as she makes her way over to us.

"He's a bit grumpy, but I think it's because he wants to eat the food he keeps trying to catch as it's floating in the air." I chuckle out, as I transfer him to her arms.

"I was actually talking about my biggest baby, but good to know you're handing me a grumpy one." She muses, as she leans forward to peck my lips, and an onslaught of "ew's" are spewing passed the kids lips.

"Oh hush up..." I playfully scolded and they all ran off giggling as they took their seats.

I go to move to my seat at the end of the table, after collecting a bottle of breast milk for Stevie, but I'm stopped by a gentle hand tugging on my shirt.

"Auntie Y/N/N... Can I have a hug?"

"Of course you can Momo..." I gently respond, as I scoop her up, and squeeze her tightly.

"Is everything okay little one?"

"I just miss you and Auntie Nat so much..." She mumbles against my shoulder, and I feel a wet patch forming on my shoulder.

I look to see a concerned Nat, but I brush her off, and carry Morgan off to sit under the trees.

"Do you wanna come over for a sleepover soon? We can do whatever you want, you'll call all the shots..." I offer, as I run my fingers through her hair, and curse her father for not informing me of her obvious feelings of loneliness.

"Really? I-I can come over for a sleepover? I-I just thought you might be too busy..."

"Oh, my beautiful Momo... You can't possibly think we'd ever be too busy for you. You're always welcome here baby girl, so of course, it's decided! Sleepover is already being planned. Now, why don't you come sit and eat with me and Auntie Nat, hm?"

"I'd love to." She cheers, and I wipe away the last of her tears and bring her to make a plate, but then I look to see that Nat's already done so as she waves us over.

"Hey, wanna feed your cousin? He loves the mashed potatoes." Nat asks, as she takes a bite of her ham, and the girl in my lap squeals and begins bouncing around excitedly.

"Yes!!" She shouts, then she shuffles around in my lap to face him, and Nat hands her the spoon.

Stevie giggles, and claps his hands as she animatedly flies the spoon to his mouth. He spits back out about half of the contents, and she just repeats the process until his bowl's empty and he's practically covered in a mess of potatoes.

—

"Merry Christmas, thank you for coming, and for the lovely meal!!!" I beam, as I hug the Barton's goodbye, one by one.

I repeat the process with my idiot brother, then I snuggle Morgan close, and remind her that she'll be back here in no time to which she widely smiles in response.

Wanda follows me indoors, smiling at me, then snaps her fingers.

"Merry Christmas Y/N/N, no need for a hellish mess for such a great hostess..." She replies with a wink, and a bone crushing hug before she leaves.

After everyone's officially gone, I move into the comfort of our nighttime routine, where I bathe a child, and Natasha collects them for lotion and PJ's. She reads them a goodnight story, while I breastfeed Stevie, and begin to rock him to sleep. She then comes in to rock him some more while I slip into the others rooms to kiss them goodnight as well. It's not a foolproof system, but it seems to work well for us.

"Merry Christmas detka..." Natasha whispers, as she pulls my body towards hers, and nuzzles against my back.

"Merry Christmas darling..." I mumble out, as the days exhaustion finally catches up to me.

—February 2022–

Nat's POV

I just got home from the park, where I'd taken Stevie, and the girls for a day out, hoping this'll mellow them out. Y/N is out and about, running errands for our massive sleepover tonight, before she's off to pick Morgan and Piet up from school.

I had come home to find Wanda in my kitchen, preparing what I had thought was guacamole, but with a chip in hand I'd regretfully learned that is was a face mask for tonight's events.

I'd taken the kids upstairs, and put them all down for a nap, before heading down to assist Wanda with the setup.

Morgan's rules were simple: Taco's, Spa night, makeovers, and NO BOYS ALLOWED!!!

She'd conceded to Stevie staying, stating that he was cute enough; leaving Vision with Piet, the twins, and Stevie would've been a bit much.

Just as Wanda and I were finishing up the "Spa" in the dining room the door swung open, and Morgan came barreling into my legs.

"Auntie Nat! Auntie Wands!!"

"Hey there little love." I coo, as I scoop her up for a quick hug.

"Where's Y/N?" Wanda asks, as she scoops the girl from my arms.

"Taking Piet next door." She announces, as she leaves with Wands into the living room for a quick snack.

Y/N's POV

I'd arrived home at 5PM, and sent Morgan inside. I'd got Piet a kids meal for dinner before I took him over to Vis for the night.

"Mommy will see you tomorrow big boy, be good for Uncle Vis okay?" I say, as I lower my body to be level with him.

"Otay mommy, I love you." He states, as he sips on his juice box.

"I love you too, angel." I coo, as I hug him goodbye then head towards Yelena's to collect her.

Once we walk through the door I'm met by a whiney set of twins, toddling down the stairs with their arms reaching up, I scoop up Vi, while Lena scoops up Waves, and we meet the rest in the dining room.

"Who's ready to party?" I shout, and Morgan jumps up and down with excitement coursing through her, as she reaches for our hands.

Morgan guides us to our personal stations, where we have bowls in front of us, and foot spas beneath us. We spend the next hour doing each others make up, while eating our weight in chips and dip.

After the makeovers, we'd moved onto getting "ready" for bed, while Wanda whipped up a taco spread. Once she'd finished, we all settled onto the couches and turned on The Notebook.

"Wanda, this guacamole is so much better." Natasha jokes, and Wands rolls her eyes at the idiot that is my wife.

I'm sat on the corner of the couch, with Morgan laying across Nat's lap, with her feet somehow landing on my lap.

"Always with the feet on me." I groan, and the tiny brunette releases a belly laugh, then lifts them to my face and I faux gag, and feign passing out.

Her face reddens, and her breaths turn to shallow wheezes as she laughs that much harder. Stevie looks up from the toys he's playing with, and quirks his brows adorably at the sight.

Yelena's currently crying as the movies nearing the end.

"Oh my gosh, she remembered!!" She shrieks, Stevie's gaze moves to her, and he crawls her way as she's sat on the floor.

He starts to pout his lips, and he starts to wail at the sight of his obviously favorite person crying. She scoops him up, and holds him close, I'm pretty sure for her own comfort, but nonetheless he cuddles into her.

"No... They can't die... Please, no..."

"Is Auntie Lena okay?" Morgan lowly whispers into our ears, and Natasha shakes her head in response.

Wanda's been awfully quiet, so I look over to see the twins and her passed out in the recliner.

"You really must've worn them out at the park for them to already be sleeping again." I chuckle out, and then get up to move them to their beds.

"Auntie Y/N/N..." Morgan whines, but I simply instructed her to pick another movie out for reassurance while Nat moves to scoop the other twin up.

Two movies later, and she's fallen asleep as well, Nat and I place her between us in our bed then we lay down to sleep as well. As I close my eyes, I feel the bed dip behind me, and an arm drape over my waist.

"Shh... It's a slumber party..." Yelena mumbles, and then I open my eyes to see a stunned Natasha with Wanda cuddle up behind her.

We lock gazes, and I simply shrug before allowing myself to just fall asleep, completely unfazed by the women's antics.

—April 2022 — Present—

Natasha's currently at the store for a last minute snack run, while I am at home perfecting the decorations for Stevie's first birthday, while he's sat upon my hip. Our other three gremlins are on completely different phases of getting ready right now. Violet's slowly eating her bowl of cereal, and I swear she's two seconds away from passing out into the bowl. Piet's completely ready, and just sat at the counter working on some 'homework' which is really just a sheet where he's repeatedly writing his name in the lines.

Wanda—ever the saint, is voluntarily in charge of making all the sweets. Apparently she's settled upon marble cake pops, red velvet cupcakes, and an Elmo characters smash cake. Kate and Yelena agreed to make the goodie bags, and I expressed to Kate that I was entrusting the safety of the youth with her choices, and she seemed to understand the sentiment. Tony told me he'd hire some entertainment, which I just learned today is Happy dressed as a clown, doing some parlor tricks and then Peter swinging around as Spiderman. Pepper called right after him to tell me she'd picked out an intricate jump house to make up for his shortcomings.

The party's set up in the backyard, and all the kids are running wild and free, while I just watch along from the sidelines.

"Detka...." Natasha whispers from behind, and my body shivers as her breath fans across my neck.

I hum in acknowledgment, as my body melts into hers the second she wraps her arms around my waist.

"What are we doing?" She muses as she lightly sways us.

"I'm watching the beauty that is our lives, and just taking it all in, while hiding in the shade."

She spins me around in her arms, until I'm facing her, and she leans forward to gently kiss my lips.

"Thank you..." She whispers, as she eventually parts from the kiss, and I feel a tear transfer to my cheek.

"Natty..."

"Nothing's the matter lyubov', I'm just so thankful to the world for the life that led me to you—to all of this. This life is my greatest achievement, so thank you. Thank you for seeing me as worthy enough, for loving me so well, and for bringing this family into fruition."

"You sell yourself short you know that, you have always been worthy of love Natasha, I'm just glad it was me who got to show it to you.

"Hey! Time for cake! No more crying!!!" Yelena shouts as she runs passed us while chasing a giggling Violet, and Natasha chuckles as she grabs my hand and pulls me towards the high chair that Stevie boys been placed in.

——

As I lay next to my gorgeous wife, taking in her peaceful features, and hearing the cute snores she produces, I find myself silently reflecting.

It's been a long nine years, eleven with the blip included; I'd love to say it's all been easy but then I'd just be lying.

"So it's not gonna be easy. It's gonna be really hard; we're gonna have to work at this everyday, but I want to do that because I want you. I want all of you, forever, everyday."

I'd like to believe that there's no greater love story than the ones capable of overcoming unimaginable obstacles.

"The best love is the kind that awakens the soul and makes us reach for more, that plants a fire in our hearts and brings peace to our minds.."

Natasha Alianovna Romanoff, is my greatest love story.

The children we brought into the world, that we drown in love daily, and who give us the exact same back are our greatest collaboration.

This world we've built together, the family we've gained, is simply everything.

Whatever life plans to throw our way, it's simply no match for us, because when we're together, we'll always win...

———

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I'm forever grateful to all who've read and interacted with this story. It's been a long ride, and I am more than happy with the ending. Thanks for all the support and love you've shown to this story.

This book full of fluff was my guilty pleasure to write, it brought me immense comfort, and I hope it did the same for all who read it as well.

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Being Tony Stark's younger sister had most definitely its perks, but sometimes it felt similar to being a kindergarten teacher, maybe even his personal nanny. Follow Y/N Stark through the years and events, and see where fate will lead her.

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A visit as one of the main sponsors of the Metro-General Hospital in New York City led the Stark straight into the arms of Doctor Stephen Douchebag Strange.

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Coming back to her childhood home reveals new, unpredictable opportunities - and insights.

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Never would [Y/N] have thought how much her life could change after accepting Nick Fury's offer.

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An invitation from Georgetown University to talk about her scientific research over the years reunited [Y/N] Stark and Stephen Strange in the oddest way probably possible.

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Hello everyone! I haven't been on because I took a break but it has come to my attention that one of my favorite writers have been shadow banned. It has been hard for her to get an engagement on her account. So this post is a shoutout to @theconstantsidekick

@theconstantsidekick wrote the Static Verse. It a series that originally followed through with the storyline of The Fallon and the Winter Soldier tv show. But has since expanded too much more. Along with original plots and storylines @theconstantsidekick took many marvel movies like; Iron Man, Captain America, The Avengers, etc and form this universe around the main character, who is a reader insert. 

This series is a Bucky Barnes x reader series but is also a past!Steve Rogers x reader. I don't want to give too much away but y/n is a alien and was taken in by the Starks. Tony is her little brother who is has a close relationship to. The reader definitely has traumatic background and it is written in the story perfectly. I personally love the Static Verse for many reasons but one of the biggest reasons is because she incorporated her own ideas to the movies really well. There is a lot of banter that would make to laugh, angst that would make you feel so many emotions, happy moments, and moments that are so memorable.

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The Spiders Sister - Chapter 3

Summary: Reader meets the team.

Tw: mentions of sickness, teasing

Words: 2.8K

A/n: Thanks for all the support this series has been getting :) If anyone has any suggestions for things that could happen in this series lemme know and I’ll see what I think. No smut though I don’t write that here.

The next day you woke to knocking on the bedroom door. Sitting up in bed you quietly called for whoever it was to enter.

A moment later Wanda poked her head through the door. Seeing you awake or at least semi-awake she slipped through the small space she had created.

“Good morning.” She smiled coming to sit beside you on the bed. “Did you sleep well?” She asked pressed her hand to your forehead.

“Mmm.” You hummed still half asleep.

“You don’t feel warm anymore.” She smiled at this achievement as if she was proud of you. “How are you feeling today?” She asked moving her hands to rest in her lap again.

“Tired, but that’s probably because I just woke up.” You smiled.

“Nat sent me to wake you up. She wanted to know if your well enough to meet the others today.” Wanda explained looking slightly guilty.

“I mean, I’m game if you are. Where’s Nat?” You asked coving a yawn.

“Nat’s training with steve. And not so fast, I want to know more about how you're feeling. No more headache? Cough? Wheezing? Give me something.” She grinned.

“My headaches gone, no more cough, maybe a slight wheeze I’m not too sure.” You begun and Wanda’s brow furrowed slightly at the mention of your wheezing. “I’m like ninety-nine percent sure my fever is gone, and I feel pretty good all things aside.” You finished.

“That’s good. Maybe keep your inhaler on you today just in case. And after the meeting I’ll see if I can get Bruce to give us a few spares, just in case.” Wanda said softly.

“You really don’t have to.” You said shyly toying with a loose thread on the sheets.

“Its no problem. I would make me feel better. Breathing is important.” Wanda teased easing your concerns.

“So, when’s the meeting?” You asked.

“Well, I think Nat wanted to do it as soon as possible. Like straight after training and then I’m going to make you some pancakes for brunch.” Wanda said poking your side. “But for now, hop up, get dressed and I’ll be back soon to show you where the meeting room is.” Wanda said, standing up and heading for the door.

Once wanda had left, probably to go and find Nat to call the meeting, you crawled out of bed. Rifling through your backpack you changed out your sleepshirt and shorts for a pair of black track pants and a pale-yellow t-shirt. Throwing on some goofy socks and lacing up your black converse high tops you braided your hair sat in front of the mirror and threw on some deodorant.

Once you were ready and had been to the bathroom to wash your face and go through your morning routine, you sat at peters desk.

Picking up your backpack you went through it until finding what you were looking for.

Pulling out the black sketchbook you opened it to a fresh page and began mindlessly doodling things you could see around peters room and the cityscape beyond the open curtains.

Just as you were getting into the details of the New York skyline you heard a knock on the door.

Lowering your pencil, you sat a little straighter.

“Come in.” You called your voice sounding better than it had in days. And surprisingly good for someone who had spent hours coughing and wheezing for days on end.

Wanda opened the door and smiled seeing you up and about for the first time.

“You look much better.” She commented coming to stand by your shoulder. “Wow, you’re an amazing artist.” She smiled looking at your drawings.

“Oh, um … thanks.” You smiled still a little awkward when it came to compliments. “So, what’s the news?” You asked.

“Hmm? Oh, yes.” Wanda said looking up from where she had been inspecting your sketchbook. “Nat called Fury. He’s kinda the boss. He’s given the go ahead if steve and tony sign off on it. Nat then called a meeting and I’m going to bring you to the room where you're going to meet the team.” She explained.

“I have two questions.” You said.

“Shoot.” Wanda said pulling you up and gesturing to follow her out the door.

“One, is peter going to be at this meeting?” You asked as Wanda lead you down some seemingly endless corridors.

“Yes.” Wanda nodded, pressing the button to call the lift.

“And two, this Fury guy said yes? Just like that?” You asked sounding slightly confused.

“Yes and no.” Wanda begun, stepping onto the lift with you beside her. “Nat asked Jarvis, Tony’s AI assistant to pull up all CCTV footage of spider-man and separate footage based on bio-signatures. So, she could differentiate between when it was peter and when it was you in the suit. She sent Fury the files and after he reviewed them, he approved you a place on the team. If you want it and the others agree.” Wanda explained.

“Okay.” You said slowly. “Seems like a good plan.” You smiled.

And the lift dinged softly as it slowed to a stop.

“This is us.” Wanda said and you followed her out of the open doors. Walking beside her down a hallway she stopped in front of a door and paused to look at you. “You ready?” She asked, her hand on the door handle.

“Yep.” You nodded swollowing down your nerves. “Ready as I’ll even be.”

“You’ll be great. Just be yourself and they’ll love you.” Wanda said and pushed the door open.

Nat was stood at the head of the table, a screen behind her queued up with spider-man videos. She smiled at you and wanda as the rest of the people turned to face you.

Seeing the people you had only ever seen on Tv in real life was a little overwhelming at first but wanda squeezed your hand and lead you into the room to stand at the front with her and Nat.

Peter smiled at you from where he was sat beside Tony. Looking proud of you just for standing in front of the avengers.

You stood there silent for a second simply making eye contact with your shoes before Natasha spoke up.

“This is Y/n.” Nat begun, and you gave a small half wave with an awkward smile. Tony was staring you down with an unreadable expression. He looked like he was analysing your face mentally. Most likely already having connected you to Peter.

“Hi I’m Y/n Parker.” You said lifting your eyes to meet a few smiling faces around the room a fair few of them sporting shocked looks.

“Parker?” Tony echoed sounding smaller than you had ever heard from his times on Tv.

“Y/n Parker is Peters sister.” Wanda explained.

“Kid?” Tony looked hurt. “Why didn’t you tell me there were two of you?” He asked looking sad.

Peter looked slightly sick at the open disappointment his mentor was showing right now and so you stepped in before peter had a panic attack.

“Mr Stark, Sir, it was my decision to keep myself out of the spotlight. And to do that I needed to maintain a low profile. Which is harder to do when the avengers know of your existence. No offence.” You explained. And the team exchanged a few glances as they noted how you had come to Peter’s aid almost immediately.

“That’s alright, I’m sure Pete will open up now you’re here.” Tony said with a grin as he ruffled Peters hair, “Won’t-cha kiddo?” He asked with his usual charismatic charm and Peter gave a small nod and smile while he ducked his head not liking the attention.

“So, anyone have anymore questions?” You asked drawing the attention off of Peter once more much to your brothers' relief.

Looking away from the small smile he sent you as thanks you laughed, seeing every hand in the room up with a question for you, bar Nat, Peter and Wanda of course.

You looked to your left and nodded to Steve.

“Hi, nice to meet you kid.” Steve said. “I have a question though, if Peter’s identity is secret, why did you need to stay away from us?” He asked looking confused, and his statement drew a few nods around the room.

“If Tony scares you honey, I can assure you that the man would forget his own shoes without me.” Someone you recognised as Pepper Potts said with a smile causing Tony to grumble to himself. How Nat had managed to wrangle the CEO of Stark industries into this meeting you didn’t know.

Little did you know that all it took was ‘There’s something you should know, it has to do with Peter’ and she was on her way.

“Actually,” Wanda said drawing the gaze of the room to her, “This should explain it. Jarvis play the video.” She said and the lights dimmed as the Tv showed a compilation of some of your best moves in the spider-suit.

When the video ended the lights retuned to their normal brightness and everyone still looked confused.

“How exactly does a compilation of Peter doing tricks explain that?” Bruce asked.

“Um…” You said looking slightly nervous. “That was me.” You said in a small voice and the room was silent for a second.

“Sick moves kid. Peter your sister’s awesome.” Sam said and a few people laughed at his perfect comedic timing.

“Prove it.” Tony said and you paled slightly.

“Tony.” Pepper said placing her hand on his arm and shooting him a look.

“No, its ok pepper.” Nat said. “Jarvis?” Nat called to the ceiling. “Was that peter in the suit for those videos?” She asked.

“The height and weight as well as body stature and proportions do not match Master Parker.” Jarvis said.

“Ok,” Nat continued, “Who do those body descriptors match in this room?” She asked.

“The person in the suit does match the body of Miss Parker.” Jarvis said and Tony frowned.

“Do the sticky thing.” Bucky called drawing a few smiles. You rolled your eyes and put a hand up, splaying your fingers before jumping in the air and touching the ceiling where you stayed stuck.

“Crawl around.” Sam said and you glared at his heckling.

“No.” You said and you saw Peter doing his puppy eyes at you. “Fine.” You sighed.

Jumping up you did a flip and stuck your legs out, now standing on the ceiling upside down and making eye contact with Sam before looking to Bucky.

“Better?” You asked sarcastically.

“Much.” Sam grinned and you rolled your eyes again.

“Ok. Get down Y/n.” Nat said sounding part annoyed part amused at the display.

“Yes ma’am.” You said before detaching from the roof and doing a flip to landing back where you were before.

“Show off.” Peter murmured under his breath and you huffed a small laugh as his ears went red, not having expected you to hear him. Dumb super-hearing.

“Well, now we’re done with the party tricks. What are we thinking?” You asked brushing off invisible dirt from your clothes.

“Well…” Tony said. “I think its time you got your own suit.” He grinned and you smiled back. “What colours do you want kiddo?” He asked.

“Um… maybe something like purple, white and red?” You said and he nodded already sketching down ideas on a pad of paper pepper had brought with her from a meeting.

“You’re also getting an AI.” Tony added and you looked a peter who simply smiled proudly of you.

“Well, if that’s everything Y/n’s also gonna need a room.” Wanda said and Tony nodded.

“There’s a spare room on Natasha and Wanda’s floor if you want to move in with the girls. Do I need to send some movers to grab your things?” Tony asked and you looked at your shoes and shook your head.

“Not much to move.” You mumbled.

“Y/n’s apartment was taken out in the last battle. She’s been hiding out in Peter’s room for now. That’s how we met actually.” Natasha said shooting you a reassuring smile.

“Well, it sounds like I’m going to be funding yet another shopping trip.” Tony sighed and Wanda grinned at you mischievously.

“We’ll make it a girl's day.” Wanda said shooting a look at pepper.

“I’d love to.” Pepper agreed and Nat clapped her hands together.

“Alright then.” The assassin said. “I should probably tell Fury we have another spider on the team.” Nat grinned and you smiled at her.

“Great, now we have three spiders.” Tony said rolling his eyes and ducking as Pepper aimed a pretty good swing to the back of his head.

“Knock it off Tony, don’t act like you're not secretly overjoyed to have another Parker around.” Pepper said.

“Just wondering,” Bruce said looking mildly nervous as the room turned to look at him.

“Yes?” You prompted him to continue.

“Are you…” He begun before pausing, “I guess theres no real nice way to put it.” Bruce said and Tony jumped in.

“I think Brucie-bear wants to know if you come with the Parker Brain Package.” Tony said and Pepper glared at him.

“Tony.” She warned, glaring at him while you cleared your throat.

“If you’re asking about how smart I am, let’s just say I designed the original prototype for the web-shooters and chemical makeup of the fluid.” You said and Tony nodded seemingly satisfied with that small tidbit of information for now.

“Well, if nobody had anything else to say, Wanda and I are going to take Y/n for a tour of the compound.” Nat said before turning to look at Clint. “And you, have to make dinner. You lost our bet.” Nat said and then dragged you and Wanda out of the room by your sleeves.

After a very long and very comprehensive tour by Natasha and Wanda, you were shown back to the communal kitchen where most of the team ate together when they weren’t on missions.

You walked into the dining room attached to the kitchen to be hit with the smell of burnt food pungent in the air.

You looked at Nat confused, and she grinned as she heard cursing coming from the kitchen. Wanda looked like she was itching to go help but sad she pulled away Nat grabbed her sleeve at the very last second to hold her back.

“Can someone explain whats going on for me?” You asked.

“Well, Clint and Natasha can’t cook if their lives depended on it.” Wanda begun, only to shush Nat when she went to speak up. “So naturally they made a bet, loser had to cook the team dinner, naturally Clint lost so Nat is enjoying his public humiliation. And I normally cook if we aren’t getting takeout so it's causing me pain to hear whats going on in there.”

“Oh, calm down. Clints not blowing anything up.” Nat said rolling her eyes as Wanda shot her a look. “Ok that was one time.” Nat amended.

Not twenty minutes later you were sat at a table with the avengers with a plate of very burnt stake and watery mash potatoes.

“What is it?” Tony asked poking his steak.

Clint grinned. “A masterpiece.” He said.

“More like a mistake.” Nat muttered judging her steak while poking it with her knife as if she was expecting it to start moving of its own accord.

“I say we have newbie try it.” Tony posed and you rolled your eyes.

Cutting off a piece of the very tough steak with your knife you raised it to your lips and put it in your mouth.

It was tough and kind of disgusting. But you smiled anyway.

Finding the meat tougher than you had been expecting, you made the switch as you called you fangs up. Your canines sharpened as you chewed managing to decimate the meat. Swallowing you looked at Clint.

“Not the worst thing I’ve every eaten.” You said with a smirk and Tony who had been watching you closely squeaked.

“Jeez kid you didn’t tell me your sister was a vampire.” Tony said turning to Peter.

By this point most of they eyes were on you, so you hid your teeth and retracted the fangs out of embarrassment.

“She’s not. It’s a spider thing she got.” Peter said coming yo your defence.

“Either way her new name is fangs.” Tony said with a grin.

This time you glared at him.

“For the record i think they’re awesome.” Wanda said sensing your embarrassment.

“Seconded.” Nat said her spy training honing in on your body language to see you were insecure about it.

“I gotta admit it’s a cool trick doll.” Bucky said.

“Pretty neat.” Steve agreed with a smile.

“Badass.” Sam nodded flicking a still frozen pea at Bucky. “Alright, now that y/n probably has food poisoning, who wants pizza?” Nat asked with a grin. Cheers came from all sides of the table as Clint slumped dejectedly in his seat.

PART 4

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Stripper

Y/N: Hey mom! Hey dad! Momo, Spidey boy. Have a good day, you guys.

Pepper: We already did that.

Tony: It's 3:30...

Morgan: How are you just waking up?

Y/N: I set my alarm for noon. I must've slept through it. I was working late promoting a new club. Oh, by the way, here is the insurance money.

*hands Pepper a wad of cash all in $1 bills*

Pepper: Thank you...

Peter: A lot of singles in there.

Happy: What exactly do you do at this club?

Y/N *sarcastic*: Oh, right. 'Cause I'm a stripper, Happy. Hehe...

*silence*

Y/N: OH MY GOD! Do you really think I'm a stripper?!

*Pepper drops the wad of cash*

Everybody: No.....

Rhodey: Yes!!

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For the sisters serie, how would it be for reader to adapt to normal things and living without the red room and dreykovs control, and how would Nat, yelena, carol, etc react and help? I hope you like this idea for a fic

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Through Your Eyes

Family is More Than Blood

Warning: mention of past sexual assault, big talk about consent, our lovely reader learning how to be a person, guilt, anxiety, mention of past Red Room trauma

Note: These aren't in timeline order per say, just moments in the reader's life that have shaped her.

Relationship: Carol x Reader, Avenger x Reader (platonic)

Word Count: 4.4k

It shouldn’t be this hard, right? It was such a simple choice. Ice cream or fruit. Ice cream or fruit. Ugh, you were going to work yourself into a panic attack over a stupid choice. “Kid, you are letting all the cold air out,” you jumped at Tony’s voice and slammed the fridge and freezer closed.

“Sorry, I was distracted,” he raised a questioning eyebrow at you as he poured himself a cup of coffee. It was well past 5 o’clock, you had no idea how he drank that and managed to sleep. Well maybe he wasn’t sleeping, that was his secret.

“What’s on your mind?” He asked.

“Nothing, it’s stupid,” you sighed. Tony leaned back on the counter and sipped his coffee.

“Try me,” you began to pick at the skin around your thumb.

“I wanted something to eat,” you explained. “But I couldn’t decide if I wanted ice cream or strawberries. The decision almost caused me to have a panic attack.” It sounded a lot stupider when you said it out loud. He was quiet and you expected him to have left.

“You know you can have both, right?” You spun around to face him.

“Both?” You questioned in disbelief. He nodded and set his coffee down.

“Sit and watch this,” you sat down and he grabbed the per-cut fruit from the fridge and the ice cream from the freezer. He scoped a few spoonfuls of ice cream in a bowl and sprinkled a few cut-up strawberries on top. “Here,” he handed you the bowl with a spoon but you refused to take it. “What?”

“I didn’t have to have both,” you said. “What if someone wanted those strawberries or that ice cream? I didn’t need both.”

“Kid,” he placed a gentle hand on your shoulder and placed the bowl in front of you. “If we run out FRIDAY will just order more. You can have anything you want as much as you want.”

“Oh,” you whispered. There was a limit to certain things in the Red Room; food that was given, free time without the cuffs, and a break from the ballet bar. Everything good was limited. “Uh, thanks, Tony. Sorry, that was so dumb.” And a little embarrassing.

“Don’t apologize,” he smiled. “If there is something specific you want let FRIDAY know or ask me, okay?” You nodded as he cleaned up the mess he made. “Enjoy!” He left you to devour your sweet treat.

*

You heard giggling as you entered the kitchen after your workout with Steve. A smoothie, a cold glass of water, and a nap was calling your name. Sitting on the island were Wanda and Yelena, hunched over a laptop and that was the source of the laughter. “What’s going on you two?” You asked, grabbing a glass of water.

“Yelena is a croissant,” Wanda said smiling. You stared at the Slovakian and your sister, mouth slightly open as you tried to process what she told you.

“I’m going to pretend I understand what that meant,” Yelena giggled and turned around the computer.

“It’s an internet quiz,” your sister said. “It will ask you a few questions and you answer at the end it will give you the type of bread you are, or dog, or cartoon character.” She explained. You tilted your head.

“Why do you want to know what type of flower you are?” You questioned, scrolling on the page to see the other quizzes. “What’s the point?” You saw Yelena roll her eyes and take the computer from you.

“There isn’t a point,” Wanda said. “It’s just a fun way to pass the time.” Fun? You weren’t allowed to have fun. There was always a mission or job that needed to be done. Fun was something you weren’t allowed to have in the Red Room.

“Can I take one?” You asked Yelena smiled, nodding her head excitedly. That was where Natasha found you, sitting between Wanda and Yelena with the computer on your lap. “I am not a red panda,” you whined. The two girls laughed at you.

“According to the internet you are,” Yelena smiled, pinching your cheek. “My big krasnaya panda (red panda).” You slapped her hand away.

“I hate you,” you deadpanned.

“There you are,” Natasha said, rounding the corner to stand in front of you. “I thought we were meeting at 3.” You frowned. You were done with your workout by noon so you could shower, eat, and maybe take a nap. Natasha wanted to meet with you because there were some Widows in Central America and the Avengers wanted to see if they could do some surveillance. You looked at the clock in the corner of the laptop. It was 3:15. Shit. You looked back at your sister, her arms were crossed and she wore a smirk on her face.

“I got distracted,” you cringed.

“They got you addicted to those dumb quizzes.”

“Hey,” Yelena said. “They aren’t dumb.” She defended. Natasha rolled her eyes.

“Are we meeting or..”

“Yup,” you put the laptop on Yelena’s lap and stood up. “That was fin. See ya guys.” You followed Natasha to the conference room. “Sorry I was late,” you said to her as you sat down in the chair. “Time got away from me.” You were never late, when you needed to be somewhere you were early. If you were late there would be horrible consequences. Natasha waved you off.

“I’m just messing with you,” she smiled, handing you a folder. “Messing around and not working all the time is good for you. We all need to do it every once in a while. It reminds us why we keep fighting.”

*

Walking by Yelena’s room, you heard a groan from the slight crack. Frowning, you gently knocked on her door. “Go away,” she groaned again. You chuckled.

“It’s me,” you opened her door. Yelena was cocooned in the blankets on her bed. “Are you okay?” She burrowed her face in her pillow, muffling the sound she let out. “Come on, sestra,” you sat down on her bed and ran her fingers through her blonde hair. She flopped on her back, pouting.

“I don’t feel good,” you placed your hand on her forehead. She wasn’t warm. “No, it’s not that type of sickness,” she huffed out a sigh. “It’s that time of the month.” Her cheeks blushed slightly. Ah, that explained her mood the past few days. You smiled.

“What do you need?”

“Can you get my heating pad?” She asked. “I think it’s in Nat’s room.” You nodded, kissing her forehead. It was a quick trip to Natasha’s room to grab the heating pad and into the kitchen for water, a Gatorade, and some chocolate. You weren’t subjected to periods but you knew people who were and what they liked. Yelena sighed when you reentered with your arms filled with goodies. You bent down to plug in the heating pad. “Ugh, I hate having a uterus,” the off-handed comment made you freeze, subconsciously moving your hand to wear you bared the mark of the Red Room’s choice. “Shit, I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean it like that.” Her panic snapped you out of the fog, turned on the heating pad, and placed it on Yelena’s stomach. You sat down and cuddled up against her.

“It’s okay,” you said and handed her the chocolate bar. She unwrapped it, picking at the bar slowly. You could tell she was still upset with herself. “Yelena, I’m serious. It’s okay. You didn’t mean any harm,” she sighed. Your sister sat up and placed her hand where she saw where you rested yours. Natasha saved Yelena before the graduation ceremony. One day she could have the choice of having children.

“Do you and Carol want kids one day?” You laughed.

“Funny enough we haven’t talked about that fair into the future,” you smiled, resting your hand on top of hers. The Red Room forced all Black Widows to be sterilized upon graduation. A child of your own was the one thing worth more than the mission. It made everything easier, with undying loyalty to the cause. “Not sure if I want kids,” you told her. “I never thought I’d be given the opportunely to have them.” Yelena nodded, moving to rest her head on your stomach.

“I think you’d be a great mom,” she mumbled, closing her eyes.

“Do you think so?” You asked. She hummed in agreement. “Thank you,” you whispered. “Get some sleep.”

*

‘What the hell was the noise?” You thought as you walked out to the balcony. It sounded like a cat being murdered. The source of the sound was coming from Steve, a guitar resting on his lap. You grimaced at the note that was very out of tone. "Whatcha doing?” You asked, holding the book you were going to read behind your back. The super soldier looked at you, pausing the song he was playing.

“Trying to learn how to play the guitar,” you smiled, sitting down in the empty chair next to him.

“And how’s that going?” He sighed and set the guitar on the side table between you and him.

“Well Sam was out here with me at one point so does that answer your question.” You chuckled.

“It takes some practice,” you said, leaning back in the chair and opening the book. Steve mirrored you but with a sketchbook. “You’ll get it,” you added and you both fell into a comfortable silence. But as you read your book, you kept glancing at the guitar. It had been so long since you’d felt the strings of a guitar underneath your fingers. You enjoyed every callous you earned. Sighing, you put the book down and carefully picked up the guitar. You couldn’t help the smile that formed on your face as you tuned it and began to strum. It was a weird feeling it’s been years since you felt this level of peace. Your smile grew. The world seemed much smaller when a guitar was in your hands.

“I didn’t know you could play,” you jumped, stopping mid-song. “Sorry,” Steve chuckled. “I didn’t mean to startle you.”

“Not, it’s fine,” you ran your hand over the body of the guitar. “I was in my own little world,” you sighed. “I haven’t played since Ohio and I didn’t realize how much I missed it.” You admitted, resting your chin on the guitar.

“I could tell. I haven’t seen you smile that big before,” you felt your body warm up. Steve closed his sketchbook and stood up. “You should keep it. You’re the best person to play it.” It took a moment for your brain to register what Steve said.

“Wait,” you stood up. Steve was already at the door. “Hold on. I can’t just keep this.” It was ridiculous, a little absurd.

“Why not?” He questioned with a tilt of his head.

“Because,” you licked your lips. “Because I’ve done nothing to deserve this.” He sadly smiled at you. Did you say something wrong?

“You know you can be given a gift without having to earn it,” that couldn’t be correct. You had to earn everything. Extra portions at dinner time. A mission success meant you could get a break. “Besides, that thing has been bouncing between everyone looking for a home,” he continued. “I think you can give it one.” You stared at the guitar in your hands.

“Thank you, Steve,” he shrugged.

“You should play for all of us,” he said. “At dinner or something.” You smiled.

“I may need some practice before I start performing shows.” He chuckled.

“Well enjoy,” he left you alone. You sat back down, guitar resting on your lap. It was bittersweet holding this instrument again. You wondered what happened to the one you had back in Ohio or any of your things? Was it confiscated by SHIELD? Or local authorities? Was it donated and now someone else was learning how to play on the very same instrument you used? Sighing, you began to play again.

“So bye, bye Miss. American Pie-”

*

There was something off about the day. You were just off all day, having no motivation or energy to do anything. So you called it an early night and curled up underneath the covers. A gentle knock followed by the door opening caused you to sit up. It was Carol. “Hi,” she smiled. “Mind if I join you?” You shook your head and lay back down. You heard her walk over to your closet to grab some clothes she left in your room. The bed shifted as Carol climbed in. She was quick to bring you into her arms. Sighing, you felt her lips graze against your skin. Her hands traveled underneath her shirt. Any other night you would welcome her advances and where this was going to lead but you were so tired.

So when Carol turned you over on your back and covered her body with hers, you didn’t fight her. She was your girlfriend and if she was in the mood you should just let her. It wasn’t the first time and it wouldn’t be the last.

“Hey, are you okay?” Carol asked, sitting back on her heels.

“Why-why did you stop?” You asked.

“Because I asked you a question and you didn’t answer.” Oh. You must have dissociated. “Do you not want to have sex?” No. That was the word fighting to come out of your mouth but if you said no would she still want to be with you? Would she hit you like the orders and force you anyway?

“It’s fine,” you said, placing your hands on her thighs. “You are in the mood,” you sat up and put your arms around her neck. “So you can use me.” Your girlfriend stared at you as if she was trying to figure out what you said.

“Use you?” She questioned. You nodded. “I’m not going to use you like you’re some object.” You frowned and sat back. Why wasn’t she going to have sex with you? “Baby, if you don’t want to have sex at any time you can say no.” Your eyebrows scrunched together. No? You weren’t allowed to say no.

“But-but if you want to and as your girlfriend I should let you.” Carol sighed and crossed her legs on your bed. Was she upset with you?

“You have ownership of your own body. It doesn’t matter if I want to have sex, you owe me nothing. I should have asked for consent first.”

“Consent?” You said the world slowly as it felt foreign on your tongue.

“Yeah consent,” she said. “So you know how I would ask to hug you when we weren’t officially together,” you nodded. You always wondered why she did that. “I was asking for your consent to touch you. I didn’t want to assume it was okay.”

“But it is. You can touch me.” She smiled.

“Maybe on some days you don’t want me to and you can tell me no and I’ll respect that.”

“Oh,” you whispered. “You must think I’m so stupid.” You looked down at your hands. Gently, she used her pointer finger to lift your head to look at you.

“Never. The Red Room took your and your sister’s autonomy. I will help you get that back. So,” she smiled. “What do you want to do?” You sighed, biting your tongue from telling her you wanted to have sex.

“Can we cuddle? I’m exhausted.” She nodded and climbed off the bed to help you pull back the covers. Once you were under them, she lay down next to you and put her arm around you. “Thank you.”

“Of course,” you heard the smile in her voice. “Now sleep.” And you did, safely in her arms.

*

“Melina-” Natasha heard the strain in your voice as she walked by your room. You were pacing; 5 steps, turn around, and another 5 steps. “I know but if you-” you were cut off again. Natasha couldn’t hear the other end of the conversation but she could tell you weren’t agreeing with whatever was being said. “Yes, mama. I will. Talk to you soon. Bye.” You hung up and stared at your phone.

“You know,” Natasha made her presence known before you threw your phone against the wall. “I don’t think your phone deserves that.” You chuckled and sat down on the edge of the bed.

“I think Stark could cough over a few bucks to get me another one,” she hummed in agreement and entered your room.

“What’s going on with you and Melina?”

“It’s nothing,” she gave you a pointed look. You sighed. “Sometimes I feel like she doesn’t listen or even try to understand my point of view on something,” you tapped your phone against your thigh. “I was cycled through the Red Room four times before you were born,” you mimicked the older Black Widow accent so well it made Natasha smile. “And I get that it must have been so hard and painful but-”

“It’s not an excuse to invalidate what you went through,” Natasha said, finding the words for you. You looked at her, nodding your head.

“Exactly,” you looked forward again. “When she finished her work with him she got out. Things just got worse,” Natasha knew this conversation was about Melina but there was a part of her that wondered if that was directed at her too.

“It’s common for daughters to fight and not see eye to eye,” Natasha witnessed Laura and Lila go toe to toe.

“Yeah but most mother-daughter relationships weren’t created by a deep undercover Red Room mission to steal information from SHIELD aka HYDRA,” you said, resting your head on her shoulder. “I’m so glad I don’t live with them anymore,” the redhead laughed. “I’m serious. I think I’d kill Alexei by now,” Natasha smiled and took your hand in hers.

“Do you hate them?” She found herself asking. “Like do you wish they were stronger to say no to him.” You were quiet. Natasha could see your eyebrows pinched together in concentration.

“I think that resentment will always be there,” you said. “I was so angry at them when we first arrived at the Red Room.”

“Really? I had no idea,” you acted like their betrayal was something you expected. You chuckled.

“That’s because I hid it from you,” of course you did. Natasha wasn’t surprised by that. “But I thought about getting my revenge on them all the time. I thought I wanted to kill them.” You admitted.

“What changed your mind?” You sighed.

“Because they weren’t the problem. They were just part of the system that was created far before their time.”

*

“I’m not sick,” you mumbled, fighting a sneeze that was tickling your nose. Yelena and Natasha stared at each other before rolling their eyes. “I’m serious!” You pouted, sniffling slightly.

“Oh yeah?” Natasha questioned. “How come Carol told us you didn’t sleep last night because you were up coughing?”

“Traitor,” you huffed and failed to keep a straight face as one sneeze after another escaped. You groaned, a pressure building behind your eyes.

“It’s probably just a cold,” Yelena said, jumping on the table next to you. “Helen will just give you medicine and you’ll feel better in no time,” that was the problem. You hated taking anything that you were told would ‘help’. “Maybe she’ll give you a lollipop.”

“Yelena-” Before Natasha could finish her thought the door opened but instead of Helen, a man walked in. “Bruce,” your sister said. “I wasn’t aware you were back.” He gave her a small smile.

“I got back late last night. Helen got pulled away in a meeting with Steve and Tony so she asked me to help out,” he turned his attention to you. “You must be Y/n, I’ve heard a lot about you. I’m Bruce,” he approached you with his hand extended to you but you refused to take it, frozen in your spot. Could they hear your heart beating? “Would you be more comfortable with Dr. Cho?” He asked. His question snapped you out of the trance you were in.

“No,” you said. “Let’s just get this over with.”

“I’ll let you know everything I’m about to do before I do it, okay?” He could sense your hesitation. A small nod was all the consent you could give and the exam began. He listened to your lungs, asking you to breathe in and out, and took your temperature. You tried to get your body to relax but it wouldn’t. It was tense with tension every time Bruce touched you. His touch was gentle, a little hesitant but you were waiting for the shoe to drop. Soon his hands would leave bruises, would grab you, and force you down. “Looks like you have a small upper respiratory infection,” he said. “Which is odd since you were given the serum, right?” You didn’t respond “Are you under more stress or training harder?”

“I don’t think our sister knows how to relax,” Yelena mumbled and glared at her. Bruce smiled.

“Well I recommend some rest and I’ll prescribe you an antibiotic,” he wrote all this down on his tablet. “I don’t want to interfere too much but the medicine should remind the serum to do its job. Take it easy for the next few days.”

“Thanks, Bruce,” Natasha said for you. You forced a smile as the doctor left. “Want to talk about what just happened?” You sighed but a violent coughing attack ripped through you. Natasha grimaced and walked over to you, rubbing your back to soothe the cough.

“I think I’m sick,” you mumbled. Yelena laughed.

“Yeah no shit but listen to what Bruce said and you’ll be better in no time,” So, that was the problem. You refused to take the antibiotics and decided to try to sweat the infection. That was where Bruce found you, holding onto a punching bag as a violent cough left you breathless.

“Your sisters told me I could find you here,” you tensed up at the sound of his voice. Another cough caused you to sway on your feet and Bruce reached out to steady you, this time you didn’t hide your flinch. Immediately, he pulled back his hands. You slumped against the wall, rubbing your chest to ease the pain. It helped. “Do you want me to get Helen or someone you’re comfortable with?” You shook your head.

“I’m fine,” you took a sip from your water bottle. “It’s not you, it’s me.” He stared at you.

“That was the most cliche line you could have said,” he deadpanned but it made you smile. You lowered yourself onto the ground and tried to collect your thoughts. But Bruce was patient and didn’t rush you to speak. Instead, he sat down in front of you with enough space to not make you feel trapped.

“In the Red Room, we were given pills and we were to take them without question mostly by male doctors,” you explained. There was still fear whenever Helen or Melina gave you medication but it helped they were females. “Sometimes it did help, the pain or sickness went away but other times,” you dug your nails into your hand. “Other times we would black out and wake up to a man on top of us.” You swore you saw a flash of green appear on his neck but the doctor covered it up with a cough. “So it’s me, not you.” It was his turn to be quiet and analyze the information you told him.

“Natasha almost broke my arm when I tried to patch her up after a mission,” you chuckled, that sounded about right. “She wouldn’t let Yelena see me alone. I can’t begin to understand what you and your sisters went through,” he sadly said. “But I’m not going to force you to be around me. It’s a trust I’m willing to earn, on your terms, and however long it takes.”

“Thank-thank you, Dr. Banner,” he smiled and stood up.

“I’ll have Helen set up another examination,” he said. “She may prescribe you a different and stronger antibiotic,” you bite back a groan, it was your fault anyway. “Get some rest or I’ll have FRIDAY ban you from the training room. Doctor’s orders.” He joked.

“Aye, aye captain,” you gave him a mock solute. He chuckled and left you alone. With a sigh, you rested your head on the wall. The serum helped you avoid sickness and long-lasting injuries but it was a water-down version unlike what they gave to Steve and the Winter Solider. So some of the bruises and injuries from their hands would last a little longer. It was another way for all the Widows to be under their control. But you were free and safe from them and Helen and Bruce were trying to help. They wouldn’t hurt you. You kept repeating it over and over again until you believed it.

*

It was a foreign feeling as you sat on a blanket near the pound of the Avenger’s compound. Feet bear and resting on the grass. Your fingers strummed on the guitar and hummed along to the song you were playing. Peace. That was the state of mind you were feeling. It was overwhelming. It was strange. But nice. You heard footsteps approaching, but the sound didn’t stop you from playing. You felt the warm hands of your girlfriend resting on your shoulders. She squeezed them. “How are you, baby?” You smiled, looking over your shoulder.

“Good, I’m happy which is odd.” She chuckled.

“Odd? Why is it odd?” You shrugged.

“Never thought I would be happy,” she kissed the top of your head.

“You deserve all of this and more,” she promised. “Now come on, teach me how to play.” You laughed and handed her the guitar. You stood up on your knees and maneuvered her hands on the guitar. As you were explaining the different notes and chords, she was staring at you instead of the guitar.

“What are you looking at?” You giggled.

“Just the most beautiful person in the entire world,” you rolled your eyes and fought the smile that spread across your face.

“Flattery will get you nowhere Captain. Now focus.”

“Yes ma’am,” she teased and began to listen to what you were teaching her. You smiled as she played the cords with some hesitation. This was your life, your beautiful life.

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Also, while writing these stories. I don't think I've written Carol asking the reader to be her girlfriend. May write a quick drabble about that.

#family is more than blood au #black widow sisters #carol danvers x reader #carol danvers x you #carol danvers x y/n #yelena belova x natasha romanoff x reader #tony stark x reader #steve rogers x reader #natasha romanoff x reader #yelena belova x reader #wanda maximoff x reader #bruce banner x reader #avengers x reader #avengers x you #black widow one shot #black widow imagine #black widow fanfiction

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The Lost Child - Epilogue // Teen Wolf x Marvel AU

Summary: Y/N Stark was taken from her family when she was three years old. It's fifteen years later and her family believes she is dead. Then how is she living in Beacon Hills?

Warnings: Language, Mentions of Death/Injury/Grief/Torture, Possible Grammar Mistakes (please let me know if there is anything else)

Pairings: Derek Hale x Reader, Steve Rodgers x Bucky Barnes, Bruce Banner x Natasha Romanoff, Vision x Wanda Maximoff

Previous Pairings: Tony Stark x Pepper Potts, Scott McCall x Allison Argent

Words: 5.8k

Note: There is only an epilogue left and that should be posted tomorrow!

Additional Note: While this is a Teen Wolf x Marvel AU, not everything is true to the shows/movies/comics. I had to change things for the story.

One Last Note: Y/N was adopted by Tony Stark and Pepper Potts. I did this so more people can see themselves in this story.

***I do not own Teen Wolf or Marvel or any related characters. This is a work of fanfiction and is meant for entertainment purposes only.***

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One Year Later

Y/N hums to the song playing in her car as she drives up to the newly renovated Hale house—technically it's Derek's and her house, but she likes just calling the Hale house. Derek planned on renovating the house himself with a few of the other pack members but he ended up renovating with pack members and the Avengers.

Tony wanted to use his money to pay a team to renovate the house as quickly as possible, but Derek wanted to be a part of the renovation considering it was his house. He also didn't feel comfortable with Tony paying for everything. They ended up compromising by letting Tony pay for half but they had to renovate it themselves.

Derek was surprised the first day Tony showed up with a few more Avengers in tow. He couldn't say he was very pleased seeing them either. He was hoping to renovate the house in peace with the occasional forced conversation between himself and Tony or ordering the pack to do a few things. He was even more surprised when he didn't hate them being there. It was a pretty good way to get to know Y/N's other family.

It was also a good way for Y/N to get to know her Avengers family. Although Tony built another Avenger's headquarters just outside of Beacon Hills to be closer to her, she still had a job she had to go to and they weren't her only family. Tony offered her jobs with the Avengers multiple times but she turned them down every time. He even offered her a position to be a part of the Avengers but she wanted to work on controlling her powers before she potentially used them to save people from aliens or whatever else they fight.

Three times a week Y/N would drive up to the house to help out—well, her version of helping out. She let Derek and Tony handle all electrical and plumbing details while she sat to the side and talked about her day or gossiped about people from work. She also helped Steve, Bucky, and Sam make a few furniture pieces by watching them do all the hard work and then adding any details she wanted on them, such as paint or accessories.

Pack members would also come by to help tear things down or build things up. None of them knew what they were doing but Derek would teach them and everything turned out okay. Stiles was like Y/N and didn't do much to help but he would be there. He and Peter grew closer as Y/N's brothers and found out they actually have a lot in common. It took them a few weeks, but they eventually stopped being passive-aggressive to each other and became friends—but they still bicker like an old married couple.

Once rooms were built, she, Lydia, Kira, Wanda, and Nat would paint the rooms and go out and buy things for them. They've definitely come back from a shopping trip or two with too many things but Derek can't complain when he sees how happy Y/N is.

He also can't complain when his business is thriving so money is not an issue. It wasn't an issue before—thanks to the money he inherited from his family—but now he doesn't think it will ever be an issue. Since he's dating 'the Y/N Stark,' people like to drive out of their way just to bring their cars to Hale Garage in hopes of possibly meeting him or getting a glimpse of Y/N.

He also started restoring old cars and motorcycles and selling them. It started with a few motorcycles someone abandoned in front of the garage and now he's selling vintage cars in big shows all over the state.

He has also somehow gotten a little fandom of his own. He has no idea how because he doesn't have any social media nor does he willingly put himself in the public eye. He can always tell if someone specifically requests for him at the garage if they're doing it because of his relationship with Y/N or if it's just because of him.

If it's because of him, there is typically a nervous client, possible flirting, and giddy giggles and conversations with their friends when they think he can't hear them. Someone even asked him out once but he shot that down very quickly. That client won't be coming back anytime soon—especially since Malia overheard the whole thing and started laughing so hard she almost fell out of her chair.

On days that Y/N wasn't at the Hale house, she liked to spend her time with her other dad—the sheriff. She knows he wishes he could've also contributed to the rebuilding of the house. He just didn't have the means financially nor the time to help. On top of his regular sheriff duties, there was a lot of paperwork and stress that came after the big fight against Kate and the Hunters.

On nights that he worked late, she'd bring him dinner and talk about their days. On nights he wasn't working, he'd go by the loft to have dinner with her, Derek, and Stiles. Tony and Peter would sometimes join but they didn't want to intrude too much. Tony could tell that he made the sheriff a bit uncomfortable due to who he was but he never said anything to him. They got along but they weren't going to be best friends any time soon.

She's spoken to some of the other Avengers, like Clint and Thor, but she doesn't see them very much. She's only met Clint a handful of times because he likes to keep to himself on his farm. The most time she's spent with him was when she and Derek stayed at his farm for a weekend as a little get-to-know-you thing. They had a lot of fun, and they text now and then, but it's nothing too serious.

She also doesn't see Thor much since he spends most of his time on Asgard—she's also pretty sure he avoids her as much as possible. He still blames himself for the night she was 'taken' by Hydra even though she has told him multiple times that it's not his fault—Pepper would've still done what she did whether he took her to bed or not.

As Y/N drives past the new gates at the front of the property, she can see several cars parked outside of the Hale House. She smiles a bit to herself as she realizes what's going on. Pulling in front of the house and getting out of the car, she can hear people on the other side of the house. Walking through the house and to the backyard, she steps back outside to all of her friends and family setting up tables and birthday decorations.

"Spiderboy, lift the right side of the banner a bit while you're up there! It's a bit unev–hey! Happy Birthday!" Stiles awkwardly shouts as he notices her. Everyone turns to Stiles before shouting 'Happy birthday' at the sight of Y/N standing near the backdoor.

"Why are you home so early?" Derek asks, walking up to Y/N and trying to block her from looking at the scene behind him.

"I'm happy to see you too, babe," Y/N playfully rolls her eyes before giving Derek a quick peck on the lips. "My boss let me leave early since it's my birthday. Well, second birthday, but she understood."

"I still don't understand why you didn't just take the day off."

"That's because I used up my vacation days putting in time off for our little vacation in about a week. I'd much rather take time off to spend two weeks naked on the private island we're going to then have a few free hours this morning." She can hear some of the people behind Derek pretending to gag letting her know that they're listening in on their conversation.

She squeals and laughs as Derek bends down and throws her over his shoulder. Walking into the house, Derek lightly slaps her ass as he walks her up to their bedroom. Entering their shared bedroom, he throws her onto the bed before hovering over her and staring lovingly into her eyes.

"Why are you throwing me another birthday party? You already threw me one on my April birthday." Y/N questions. Not only did she gain another family, but she also gained another birthday. She has the birthday she celebrates which marks the day she arrived at the Stilinskis and now the birthday she was with the Avengers.

"I'm not the one who planned this. This is all on Tony. I also think this might be more for them than it is for you since it's the first time they get to celebrate today with you." Derek says. The only thing Derek did was reel Tony in. Tony wanted to throw a massive party and invite as many people as possible but he knew that would be way too much for Y/N. He knew she'd like something at home with her friends and family. "Now, I need you to change out of your work clothes and I'm going to go back downstairs and see why in a group of superhumans and wolves, no one heard you get here."

"You didn't hear me either," She teases.

"That's because I was trying to be a good son-in-law and listen to your dad tell me about a new case he's working on. He wanted my advice."

"Son-in-law?"

"Mhm, now get dressed and try to act surprised when you come back downstairs," He leans down to press a kiss on her cheek before standing and walking toward their bedroom door.

"I'll try!" She yells as he walks out of the room.

Y/N gets up from the bed and walks to her closet. Stripping out of her work clothes, she changes into something a little nicer. Walking out of the closet, she touches up her hair and makeup before walking downstairs toward the party.

Opening the backdoor, her family and friends all turn to her and yell, "Happy Birthday!"

"Oh my god! I had no idea!" She feigns shock.

"Shut up," Lydia rolls her eyes before pulling Y/N into a hug. "Happy Birthday and make sure to open my present first."

One by one Y/N goes around greeting everyone and thanking them for the party. She's not sure whose idea it was but she'll ask Derek after everyone leaves.

"Nice to see you two again. What has it been? A week?" Y/N teases, walking up to Steve and Bucky.

"A week too long," Bucky teases back, pulling her into a hug.

"And you leave in a week too," Steve says, pulling her out of Bucky's arms and into his own.

"Yes, well then we'll have to have another game night before we leave," She smiles up at him. After they got to know each other a bit while working on the house, she and Derek would invite Steve and Bucky over once a week for a game night. Sometimes they don't even play games, sometimes they'll just work on a puzzle and talk.

It's helped her a lot speaking to someone who has also had personal experience with Hydra. While she can't remember every single thing that happened to her there, she sometimes gets dreams—no, nightmares—that seem more like memories.

It's also helped her become a lot closer to them, as well as them becoming closer to Derek. She knows that they sometimes meet up with some of the other wolves to go for runs through the forest. They've even been to a few car shows with him.

"We're holding you to that," Bucky says.

"Well, Uncle Bucky, Uncle Steve, thank you for being here but I've got more people to go around and thank so I will talk with you some more later," Steve and Bucky's smiles get impossibly wider at her calling them her uncles. It's something that started two months ago and they get happier every time she says it.

Walking over to Scott and Liam, she pulls them both into a tight group hug, "Thank you both for being here. I'm sure you have better things to do with your day."

"Not really," Liam groans, pushing Y/N away from him.

"Do you really think Stiles would let us not be here?" Scott asks, pulling away from Y/N.

"I feel so loved," Y/N pushes Scott in a teasing manner. "Now I'm going to talk to some more people and if I look over here that means I need you to rescue me."

She pats them both on the back before moving over to Natasha, Wanda, Bruce, and Sam.

"Happy birthday future falcon," Sam says, pulling Y/N into a hug.

"Future falcon?"

"Yeah, we just need to get you a pair of wings and you can be just like your favorite uncle!"

"I don't think getting me a pair of wings will make me just like Bucky," Y/N teases, smirking at the look of shock on Sam's face.

"You take that back."

"I'm going to pretend that you just said my name instead," Bruce says.

"Even if you were her favorite uncle, why would she want to be like you when she could be like her favorite aunt?" Natasha smirks, pointing to herself.

"And you think that's you?" Wanda asks.

"Who else would it be?"

The smile on Y/N's face never leaves as she watches them bicker back and forth about who's her favorite aunt and uncle. Honestly, she doesn't have a favorite. She's definitely closer to some than others but she could never tell you who she'd consider her favorite.

Natasha has been teaching her some more hand-to-hand combat as well as how to use a gun. She can't say that using a gun is her favorite thing to do—especially since she's been shot several times by them—but it's nice to know if she ever needs to use one as a last resort.

Wanda has been helping her learn how to control her powers—even though Wanda isn't in the most control either. She's also been working with Stiles to awaken the magic within him. He can't do a lot just yet but Wanda thinks he could be really powerful one day.

With Sam, he helped a lot with the renovations and he likes to bring Y/N lunch at work at least twice a week—he even brings Melissa lunch from time to time. He will bring her lunch and they'll talk about what's going on in their lives or get into heated debates about their favorite shows. They once spent her entire lunch arguing about who's the better Winchester brother.

Y/N's probably the least close to Bruce—he's actually closer to Lydia than her. The work that he does really fascinates Lydia and she ended up getting an internship with the Avengers to work with him. Y/N will sometimes tag along when they are working on things outside of things for the Avengers, like hospitals. She doesn't understand everything like they do but it's nice to at least spend time with them.

"Right Y/N?" Sam's voice pulls her out of her head.

"Um...right?" Y/N looks between them with a confused look on her face.

"Were you even listening?" Natasha asks.

"Um, what's that? I think someone's calling for me." Y/N turns around and quickly walks away from them before they can say anything.

"Y/N, will you tell Stiles that there is no such thing as mermaids?!" Y/N looks over to where Peter is calling for her. He's standing next to Stiles while Derek is sitting on a wooden table next to them with his feet propped up on a chair and an annoyed look on his face.

"Y/N, will you please tell Spideyboy here that mermaids exist?! If werewolves and aliens exist, then so do mermaids!" Stiles yells.

Y/N walks over to them and sits on the table next to Derek, "Why are we fighting about mermaids?"

"They started talking about vampires and somehow the conversation turned into this," Derek says.

"What do you think Derek? Mermaids, real or not?" Stiles asks, annoyed that Peter thinks he knows supernatural creatures better than him.

"Why don't you go to the ocean and find out?"

"Y/N?"

"I'd like to believe there are," Y/N says.

"Not you too," Peter groans.

"What? After watching H2O as a kid, my biggest dream was to become a mermaid. You're not a scary monster if you're a mermaid."

"Damn, now I feel bad for saying they don't exist."

"I don't think you're a scary monster," Derek nudges her with his shoulder.

"I don't think you're a scary monster either," Y/N smiles, leaning in to press a kiss on Derek's lips while Stiles and Peter groan in disgust at their affection. "So, where's the other Peter?"

"He's at the garage. He should be closing up soon."

Y/N looks around at the other people in the yard and sighs, "Okay, I guess I should go say hello to the others but I'll be right back."

"I'll be here waiting," Derek smiles at her as she gets up and walks away.

After saying hello and thank you to Kira, Mason, Thor, Clint, and Loki, she walks over to Melissa and the sheriff, "Are you two having fun?"

"So much fun," Melissa says, pulling Y/N into a hug.

"I'm surprised you were able to get the night off, Dad. I thought you had a big case you're working on?"

"I do, but it's your second birthday so I took the night off. They should be able to survive one night without me." Sheriff Stilinski says.

"I don't know. This is Beacon Hills so you never know." Y/N teases.

"Well, then let's hope they can at least last a few hours without me."

"Is Chris coming?" Y/N looks over at Melissa.

"He said he and Isaac were busy with something so they won't be making it," Melissa says.

"Good. We can finally get through one dinner without Scott and Isaac being completely oblivious to each other."

The sheriff snorts out a laugh at her comment, "Instead we just have to deal with you and Derek."

"You love Derek!" Y/N yells in defense.

"Yes, but I don't love watching him feel up my daughter."

Melissa looks at something past Y/N before looking back at her, "I think you have one more person you have yet to speak to."

Y/N looks over her shoulder to see Tony looking at her before quickly looking away when he notices her looking back at him.

"Go, we can talk more later," Sheriff Stilinski says.

"Okay," Y/N wraps her arms around the sheriff and hugs him tight, "I love you, Dad."

He hugs her back just as tight, "I love you too."

She unwraps her arms from around him and makes her way over to Tony who's sitting by himself at one of the tables, "Mind if I join you?"

"Not at all," Tony pulls out the seat next to him for her to sit in. "Are you having fun?"

"I get two birthdays, of course, I'm having fun!"

"Good, I'm glad you don't mind us doing this."

"You're also my family and you celebrate my birthday today so we will also celebrate today," Y/N says, not noticing that the smile on Tony's face gets bigger when she calls him family. "Have you spoken to Morgan recently?"

After a few deep conversations with Tony, Y/N convinced him to try to mend his relationship with Morgan. He wasn't a very present father to her since he resented Pepper getting pregnant after Y/N was 'taken.'" Morgan isn't his biggest fan and was very close to her mother until the truth about her came out. Tony was quite shocked when she reached out to him and said she wanted to get to know him more—Y/N thinks she feels responsible for something that is not her fault nor was it ever.

Morgan hasn't spoken to Y/N yet, but Y/N's grateful that she hasn't. While Pepper is the only person to blame in the situation, there are a few thoughts in the very back of her mind that make her resent Morgan just a little. Y/N hates that those thoughts are there but it's natural for her to have those after everything Hydra put her through. She tries to tell herself that without Hydra, she wouldn't be where she is today, but she thinks it's stupid that she had to go through something so traumatizing just to end up where she is. If Pepper didn't want her, she could have adopted her out to the Stilinskis with no trauma necessary.

"Not recently, but while you're on vacation, Peter and I are going to go to New York and spend some time with her," Tony replies.

"Thank you for giving us the vacation by the way."

"You say that as if you don't thank me every time you see me."

"That's because I'm really grateful for it." Y/N smiles back at him.

Tony rolls his eyes at her, "Just make sure when you come back I'm not a grandpa."

"Trust me, that is not going to happen," Y/N laughs a little at the thought.

"Good. I'm way too young for that."

"Aren't you lik–"

"I'm too young!" Tony cuts her off quickly.

"Got it," Y/N laughs lightly at his antics. "Thank you for the birthday party...dad."

Tony can feel tears well up in his eyes hearing her call him dad for the first time since they've reunited, "Anything for you." He throws his arm around her shoulders and pulls her into a hug, "Happy birthday, Petal."

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Might right a bonus smut chapter...let me know what you think!

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Chapter 52: Ya Lyublyu Tebya

Chapter 51.7 | Masterlist| The End | Words: 4,791

Smutty Blurb labeled 🥵, Minors DNI

Oral, strap use—breeding

September 2015

Y/N's POV

It's funny—really, I've seen Natasha less in the six months I've been pregnant, then I had in all of our relationship prior. We'd gone from spending every waking minute together, to practically strangers in the last few months. She's hardly ever here, and when she is it's just to cuddle up to me in the night time and leave before we could even get a chance to speak in the mornings.

This pregnancy has been misery, and I'm company-less... I love her so much, and I know she loves me just the same; she's clearly running from something, and I'm starting to fear that it's me. I don't want to do this alone.

This pregnancy has been misery, and I'm company-less... I love her so much, and I know she loves me just the same; she's clearly running from something, and I'm starting to fear that it's me. I don't want to do this alone.

Did she only ever agree to this dream of a family for me?

Whatever the reasoning, I'd honestly become fed up with the sheer neglect, so I took off, let's see how long until she notices...

Am I being dramatic?

Sure... But she signed up for that when she married me...

Nat's POV

I'm on my way home from the most recent mission, and I'm pretty shaken up. All I'm craving is my wife's arms around me, but I'm not even sure that I deserve them...

She's been so patient with me as I try to navigate a domesticated life, but I think I'm breaching her limits. The talk of retirement was something I'd clung to, until the time actually came, and I took back my vow.

Y/N was more than understanding, having told me that it's okay if I'm not ready in the exact moment. I saw the disappointment in her gaze, but I also saw the unwavering love and support that outweighed the disappointment. As the months drug on, and the missions never slowed, I could see her gaze hardening.

My sweet, beautiful, perfect girl, was somehow disappearing. I know her ever changing hormones played a part, but more so I knew it was because I'd all but disappeared myself.

"Natasha! Get your head out of your ass!" I vaguely hear Yelena yell at me from across the jet.

"What are you on about Yelena?" I groan, honestly having no energy after our close call of a mission to fight anymore.

"You made promises, and you're failing to keep them! Y/N's sad and living alone because you're being a big scaredy-cat. The world won't fall apart if you take a step back. You have a gorgeous wife, and a son on the way, maybe start acting like you want them before you lose them indefinitely...  I told you that I would marry her if you weren't ready."

She right, which is honestly a rarity for her, but regardless, admitting that she is just feels wrong. Y/N's not going to leave me though...

I just, I never thought I'd have this life, or this opportunity to have a family—I'm scared shitless, if I'm being honest.

What if I'm not good enough?! What if I step up and fail her entirely?

Being a mom wasn't really a 'dream' for me because I never allowed myself to live in a world of fantasies. The red room took the opportunity away from me, so I'd accepted that and moved on, but Y/N flipped my world upside down in the best way.

"So? Are you going to get your shit together? Fury's more than ready to set you free Tasha, you just have to leave the world saving in my capable hands."

"Great way to motivate me, by telling me to entrust the world my son's about to come into to you..."

"Oh be quiet. Kate Bishop, Sam Wilson, Peter Parker, and the rest of us young Avengers got this covered. It's okay to let go Natasha, you're more than worthy of an early retirement."

I scoff at her insinuating that I'm somehow old, when I have only five years on her, but I concede nonetheless.

"I'm worthy..." I quietly repeat to myself, before running out the quinjet doors to officially tender my resignation to Fury.

Once I'd arrived home, I felt this sense of dread rush over me. Then when I found Y/N was nowhere to be found I immediately tensed.

She just left...

She left no letter, she just took off. She's turned off her phone, and every means of tracking device I'd had was shut off completely. I know she'd only left today because Gus's bowl was full and he was asleep on the fire escape. I didn't even take the time to change, or patch myself up, as I just ran out to my bike to find my wife. I'd had a feeling on where she'd went, so I made my way there in the blink of an eye.

Once I'd approached Tony's cabin, I'd sighed in relief as I looked to see Y/N sleeping in a hammock. An open book was over her sleeping face, while her right hand was protectively lying atop her prominent baby bump.

"Romanoff." Tony snarls in greeting, as his hand is now on my shoulder to prevent me from moving.

"Tony, move..." I lowly command, as I glare in his direction, to find he's glaring back just as harshly.

"Oh? Forgive me for wanting to protect my little sister's fragile heart. She came here in hysterics Natasha, so sorry if I'm hesitant to let you through."

"She's my wife Tony, I am not here to break her heart."

"Too late Romanoff, she's already broken."

"I didn't mean to hurt her Tony, I would like to think you'd know that. I'm here to fix this, because like it or not she's MY wife, and we have a baby on the way."

"Well, for the last three months of her pregnancy you've been nothing more than a glorified guest in her house."

My jaw clenches at the harsh truths falling from his lips, and I have to breathe this out before I deck the pretentious asshole.

Y/N's POV

I woke up to the all too familiar sound of my brother and wife arguing. Over the years the arguments had become rather playful, but I can tell this one's about two moments away from spiteful, and that's the last thing I need, for them to be enemies before I give birth.

"Enough!" I shout, as I move my book to my bag, and struggle immensely to get out of this damn hammock.

Tony retreated to the cabin as we locked gazes, and Natasha was by my side within an instant, as she helped me out of the hammock. I bounced out, she clearly underestimated the size of my bump, and I genuinely chuckled as she stumbled back when it bumped her.

"Y/N/N, I'm so sorry..." She whispers, as she places her hands atop my bump, and leans her forehead against mine.

I instantly notice a wet patch on my shirt, and that's when I notice she's crying and my heart practically shatters. She's clearly hurting, and I just need to know why.

"Why? Why are you sorry Natty?"

"I-I just left you, in your greatest time of need, and I used missions as an excuse to do so. I'm just—."

"Hey, my darling, take your time.." I gently instructed, as I pulled back and guided us to the porch swing.

"Y/N/N, I'm just so scared. What if I'm not enough? What if a new Thanos level threat happens and I'm not able to protect you guys? What if he finds out about my past, and thinks I'm just a monster? What if you start to hate me then too? Y-you deserve better than —."

"Absolutely not, Natty, I love you for exactly who you are. Every piece of you is of value to me! There's no good, without the bad, and our son will know exactly who you are. You are Natasha Alianova Stark-Romanoff, the fiercest warrior in the eyes of the simple folk. You'll be our sons hero, as you're already mine. You're my whole world Natasha, and in three months time a permanent example of our love will be here. You've been running so far, and so fast that I thought it was something I'd done. I thought that you just didn't actually want this life with me... That I'd pushed a dream on you that you'd never actually wanted."

"Wow... Maybe we should work on our communication..." She sighs out.

"Kinda hard when you run away from me, and I have this boulder weighing me down." I laugh out, and her beautiful laugh reaches my ears, and my heart flutters at the sound.

Her head falls to my shoulder, and her hand links with mine, and her other lands over mine on my bump, while we stare out at the lake.

"Can I kiss you?" She tentatively questions me in a tone barely above a whisper, while her fingers fidget with mine, and she bites her lip.

"Please do..." I whisper, as I turn to face her, and close my eyes in anticipation.

Her lips meet mine in a gentle kiss, working to remind me that no matter what happens between us, there will be nothing that ever makes me want to give this up.

January 2016

The rest of the pregnancy was pretty heavenly, as the third trimester was less taxing on the body with my wife there to do just about everything. After our heart to heart, she'd done a complete 180, and stepped up to the plate.

"Lyubov'? Everything okay? Do you need another pillow? Is that enough blankets?"

"Tasha... Calm down, I'm fine! I'd be even better though if you'd come cuddle me.."

She stared at me with wide eyes, clearly mortified at the idea of touching me, and a wave of insecurity washed over me.

"Oh.. So it's true then...?!" I whimper in question, while I do my best to fight back the tears.

"What's true?" She fearfully questions as she sees my sullen features.

"You don't think I'm desirable any more... My face and feet are swollen, and I-I..." I stutter out, as my chest tightens, and a free flowing stream of tears falls from my eyes.

"Oh, detka, that just not true..." She coos, as she moves to sit on the arm of the couch and cup my tear ridden cheeks.

"You're incredibly desirable, it is actually taking every part of my self composure to not ravish you most days. You're the most beautiful woman I've ever seen, I just, I don't want to hurt you or the baby..."

I look up with a pout to rival even the cutest of babies, and I open my arms, she stares back at me with the softest eyes, and leans into my embrace. She gingerly wraps her arms around my shoulders and lightly squeezes, as she pulls my head to her chest.

"I love you so much moya krasivaya detka, I'm sorry I ever made you doubt my love, or my attraction to you.."

"I love yo—." I go to reply, before I'm doubling  over out of her embrace in pain, which is followed by the sounds of water gushing.

"Detka! What is—OH MY GOD?!" Natasha starts to frantically question me, before she's freaking out at the sight before her.

"Natty.. It's baby time..." I painfully chuckle out, while she's scrambling up the stairs to collect our hospital bag, while she yanks a peaceful Wanda from her slumbering in the guest bedroom.

Nat's POV

OH MY GOSH!!!  He's coming....

Wanda drove us to the hospital, while I sat in the back with Y/N. I rubbed comforting circles on her lower back in hope of relieving some of the tension. She had my hand in her iron grip, as I felt every time a contraction hit. By the time we'd arrived, her contractions were barely a minute apart, and I was beyond freaked out.

Cho had been prepared for the possibility of us for days, so she'd had the station prepared for us. Y/N was wheeled into the compound's medical wing, and I was dressed up in hospital gear before I was allowed back in with her.

"Detka, I'm right here..." I coo, as my wife stares up at me with an intense fire in her eyes.

"I'm sorry, but it's far too late for an epidural, as you've gone into full blown labor rather quickly." Cho sympathetically states, and Y/N's grip on my hand somehow tightens.

"I got this." Wanda muses, alerting the both of us to her sudden presence.

"What? You thought I wouldn't be here to witness the miracle of life?" Wanda quips, as her hands then go to hover above Y/N's body.

A red mist surrounds Y/N's abdomen, her hand all but relinquishes its hold on mine, and I watch her face visibly calms.

"Okay, she's in every labor, no questions about it!" Y/N mumbles, and my heart skips at the prospect of future babies.

Wanda chuckles, then Cho interrupts our bubble to instruct Y/N to push.

After about thirty minutes of nonstop pushing, Y/N's on the verge of crying, while sweat is cascading down her face.

"I can't do it Natty..." She cries, and my heart shatters at the heartbreaking tone.

"You got this moya lyubov,' just a few more pushes and then we'll have a perfect little boy to take home. Come on baby, just push.." I coo, as I place my lips to hers for a brief moment.

She cries out as she pushes once more, and then after a relatively harsh push, we hear the sounds of a baby wailing. Y/N's head drops to the pillow, as she releases an elongated sigh, and I run to the end of her bed to cut the cord.

"Here you are, a healthy, beautiful baby boy. 19', 7 pounds, 2 ounces." Cho beams, as she passes over our blanketed baby boy to me.

He's got a head full of hair, and it seems like it's a slightly darker shade of Y/N's. He has her ears and lips for sure, but he has my eye shape and my nose. Colors up for debate, but for now he's like a perfect mix between the two of us.

Y/N looks up at me with hooded lids, so I raise her bed to a partially seated position, and lower our son to her chest for some much needed bonding time.

"He's perfect..." Wanda whispers, as she strokes the hair out of my wife's face, and I can see the tears falling down her cheeks.

"Yeah, he really is." Y/N blubbers and I find I'm also in tears at the sight of my wife and our son who's eyes are currently scanning his very surroundings.

Just like his mama...

"What's his name?" Wanda asks, and Y/N looks to me with a reassuring nod.

"Well, this little guy's name is Pietro Isaiah Stark-Romanoff." I coo, while I stroke my sons face, and then I look up at the sound of Wanda's now sobbing form.

"Oh Wands, come here..."

She rounds the bed and throws herself into my embrace, and I gently sway us from side to side, while she works to pull herself together.

"DID IT HAPPEN? Am I finally an auntie?" Yelena shrieks as she races her way to Y/N's side, and is shushed almost instantly.

"Sorry... I'm just so happy." She whispers, and Y/N sleepily smiles up at her, before handing Pietro over.

"Oh.. You're just the cutest little thing I've ever seen..." She coos, as she walks around with him, and Wanda's instincts must kick in because she pulls back and shadows her.

"You did good detka." I murmur, as I place my lips to her forehead, then to her nose, then lastly I lay them upon hers for a sweet kiss.

"I'm gonna take a nap... Keep our baby safe." She whispers against my lips, and I peck hers once more before pulling back.

"I always will, now, get some rest my darling..."

"I love you Natty..." She sleepily mumbles, and I repeat the sentiment before heading off towards our son.

July 2016

I was straddling Y/N's hips, slowly rocking against her, and feeling like I could just burst at the simplest of her moans. It had been almost ten months since I'd been able to sleep with her. She'd been insanely insecure, worried about me seeing her body after the "damage" that the pregnancy had done to her.

Pietro has also been quite the cockblock since his emergence, but now that he's been sleeping through the night as of late I'm finally taking my chances.

I guided her shirt off her body, and she almost instinctually wrapped her arms around her body in an attempt to cover up. Her breasts "suffered" the most significant change in terms of their size increase. She's got what I read up on as a pregnancy pouch, and she's gotten a few stretch marks over her hips, breasts, and abdomen.

"Moya lyubov'... Please don't hide from me, God, you're absolutely stunning.." I mumble against her skin, as I trail my lips across her exposed abdomen.

"These lines on your body are your warrior stripes." I say, while my fingers gently trace across her newfound marks.

"You did something magical detka, you created life, and you should be so incredibly proud of what your body was able to afford you." I continue, fighting off the urge to cry as I think about my own inability to do the same.

"I love you Y/N/N, and your body is my favorite thing to marvel at, everything about you drives me insane in the best of ways. This pregnancy changed nothing, other than to brighten our lives with our beautiful son."

"Even if said son is a total cockblock." I playfully groan out against her abdomen, and she chuckles while reaching down to pull my face up to meet hers.

"Natty..." She coos, as she uses her thumbs to wipe away at my fallen tears.

"Detka..." I coo back, as I turn my face to kiss at her palms.

"Thank you.." She chokes out, and pulls my face down to connect our lips in a sweet, emotion filled kiss.

"No need to thank me kotenok." I lowly rasp, as I suddenly rut my hips against hers and we both moan at the simple contact.

Before I could remove her bottoms, the baby monitors crackling interrupts us with the sounds of our sons wailing and Y/N's immediately gripping at her engorged breasts.

"Someone's hungry..." She denounced, and I take a massive inhale to cool my body down.

"Yeah... Me!" I lowly groan, reluctantly getting off of her to collect our son, while Y/N beautifully chuckles at my retreating form.

I'm never getting laid again...

April 2017

Y/N's POV

Pietro's finally toddling around, and it's truly the cutest thing I'd ever seen. He was a pretty late bloomer, but I'm pretty sure that's only due to his love for being carried around. Natasha's hip is his favorite place to reside.

Natasha's currently standing at the end of the driveway, cooing and pleading for him to walk to her, while I'm loading the car so we can go to Tony's house for an Easter egg hunt.

"Time to go my darlings!"

Natasha looks over at me with a dreamy smile, then she lunges towards our toddler, who giggles uncontrollably as she scoops him up, and swings him around. She places a kiss to his cheek before passing him to me, then places another to mine, then she jumps into the drivers seat.

"Look at mama's big boy, you look so handsome in your little suit." I coo at my smiling boy, before getting into the car myself.

Once we'd arrived to the cabin, Morgan was jumping up and down with glee. I scooped my first little love up, against her protests, and snuggled her close.

"I'm not a little baby anymore, Auntie Y/N/N." She whines, but settles into the hug nonetheless.

"Ah-aht! You'll always be our little detka." Natasha adds, while kissing her on her forehead, and holding Piet on her hip.

"But I'm seven now! See!" She practically shouts, while holding up two fingers on her right hand and the entirety of her left.

"Yeah, so, my little baby's now my big baby then." I muse, and follow Natasha's stride as we move to the porch to greet everyone.

"Wands!!! Where's Lena?" I ask my favorite witch, who had carpooled with her, and she smirks up at us.

"Oh, she'll be out shortly.." She mischievously chuckles out, and I match her smirk.

"Birdboy is five minutes out, then we'll start egg hunt." Tony shouts.

In no time everyone's kids are lined up, and Wanda's voluntold us that she'll be carrying Pietro around to collect his eggs.

No wonder he only just started walking...

She smirked back at me, then prepared herself to run off. His eggs were specifically themed, but every other one were fair game to the older kids. As the kids were running around, I turn my head to a loud commotion, then Natasha and I lock eyes before breaking out into uncontainable fits of laughter.

Here stood before us was the "Easter Bunny", covered in glitter, and a sheepish Kate Bishop to the left guiding her out of the entrance.

"Oh my gosh! It's the Easter Bunny!" Morgan shrieks, and almost all the kids come running towards her.

Cooper, and Lila, ever the smart ones, continued to collect the remainder of the eggs available while Morgan and Nate flocked her way, with Wanda trailing behind.

I hear Yelena grunt at the sudden collision of bodies against her legs, and she awkwardly pats their heads with the massive paws.

"What do you want for Easter?" She shouts in a strange accent, and I giggle as she's clearly playing as Santa.

"You're the Easter Bunny, don't you already know?" Nate skeptically asks her, and her paws freeze.

"Of course she does, she's just being silly." I chuckle out playfully, and the kids giggle at the clarification.

"Silly bunny..." Morgan laughs out while cuddling into its fur.

"... Yeah, tricks are for kids." I deadpan, and Tony rolls his eyes at my joke, while Clint and Natasha smirk my way.

The older kids approach us with their overflowing baskets and triumphant smiles, Laura shakes her head their way, and scoops a handful from the top of both of their baskets to slyly toss them into the younger two's.

After the excitement of the bunny, Yelena eventually reemerges in her human form, and she instantly scoops my son from my arms.

"Moy kroshechnyy krolik, oh how I've missed you." She coos, while cuddling him close, and walks him out to the lake with Morgan in tow.

(My tiny bunny.)

"They act like they're not our next door neighbors." I laugh out, as Natasha pulls me into her embrace.

"Can you honestly blame them? He's just the cutest, most sweetest little baby."

"Yeah, he is..." I agree, as I stare into her eyes with a simple smile upon my face.

"We should have another one.." We both blurt out at the same time, and I eagerly surge forward to passionately kiss my wife.

"Yeah, WE should." Wanda mutters, as she hugs our connected bodies, and Natasha huffs against my lips while I just giggle once more.

December 2017

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Pietro's at Wanda's for the night, and Natasha's in her office, working on an abundance of paperwork for SHIELD. Retirement didn't suit her, so we'd found a happy medium, that allowed her to remain involved, but never leave us all alone. It gave her peace of mind to know what was happening out in the field as well.

I'm incredibly horny though, so I'm going to need her to lose the paperwork...

I purposefully put on a pair of red lacy panties, and sheer top, exposing my braless chest, as I entered her office with a lemonade in hand, and the briefcase in the other.

"Lyubov', how might I —." The words died on her tongue as she lifted her gaze and saw right through to my intentions.

"Mommy... I know you have a lot of work to do, but I also think you need a break..." I seductively whisper, as I wrap my mouth around the straw and take a sip.

Her eyes darken within an instant, and I slowly guide the straw to her mouth to offer her a refreshing drink. Then I hold my hand out to her, and pull her body flush against mine.

"Let me help you mommy, you're just so tense..." I whisper, as I place a kiss below her ear, and her body shivers against mine, while I trail my hands underneath her loose shirt.

She grips my face, and pulls me into a searing kiss, and I allow her to take control for a brief moment, as she glides her tongue into my mouth. Her hands trail down to my ass, and she firmly gropes me over my panties, and I moan into her mouth.

"Take your clothes off, now." I command, as I pull back, and she stares at me with an amused gaze.

Mine hardens, and she then knows how serious I am, as she scrambles to remove her sweats and her grey t-shirt. I slowly take my top off, putting on quite the show for her, I slowly make my way towards her, as I push her down onto the couch and straddle her bare body.

"I'm going to make you feel so good mommy, then I'm going to use you for my own pleasure... Sound good?"

She nods fervently, and I smirk down at her.

"Words darling... Use them..." I demand, as I harshly swipe my thumb over her throbbing clit.

"Yes, detka, it sounds perfect..." She pants out, as she squirms in anticipation of my touch.

I instantly latch my lips onto her glistening nub, and smirk at the sound of the hot moan that tumbles passed her lips. Her hips immediately move to match my pace, and I chuckle darkly at the whine that follows when I grip her hips to stop her incessant movements.

"Stay still, or I stop everything..." I mumble against her cunt, she loudly whines in protest, but then she complies.

"Good girl, such an obedient one you are mommy..." I coo as I pull back to stare at her, and her eyes gleam with pride, before I dive right back into her eager core.

It's not long before she's making an absolute mess of my face, as I swirl my tongue within her, and her walls flutter around my tongue, effectively trapping me in place. I use my thumb to rub firm circles against her clit, and continue to curl my tongue within her, as I push against her walls.

"Cum for me mommy..." I hum against her, sending vibrations through her body, her walls clench tightly around my tongue, and her legs begins to tremble.

I lick at her, collecting every ounce of her arousal that came flooding out of her, as she squirms and tries to shuffle away from my touch.

"I know honey, just let me finish cleaning you up..." I mumble, as I grip her thighs firmly to hold her in place.

Once I'm satisfied, I crawl up her body, and slam my lips to hers. She moans as I slip my tongue past her panting lips, and her arousal reaches her tastebuds.

"Now..." I start to whisper, as I gently nibble down her jawline, until my lips hover over her pulse point.

"I think it's about time for you to let me use you to fuck our next baby into me, yeah?"

I hum against her pulse point, before sucking harshly, and in the same moment that she moans wildly into my ear, I slip her end of the strap into her with relative ease, and she then screams out in pleasure.

I smile down at her, as her lust filled eyes trail across my body, and then quickly stop to focus when I line the toy up with my entrance.

"Shit, detka... So fucking hot..." She groans out, as she watches my dripping core take every last inch of the strap with ease, and I moan at the invigorating stretch of my walls.

"I'm going to ride you until you're screaming for me to stop mommy..." I whisper, as I begin to grind down on her, and the room soon fills with our collective moans...

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First Part of the final chapter, I'd just decided to split it into two, because it was getting rather lengthy 🤪

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Tipsy

18+ minors dni

college Bucky x college reader (Steve’s sister)

A/N: Untouched AU; A tiny bit of alcohol and a whole lot of Bucky Barnes, your brothers best friend can’t keep his hands off you. Time to sneak away from the party! Please leave all the comments, reblog and like! <3

Warnings: SMUT, drinking, swearing, FLUFFFF

Word count: 3.9k

Also from this au: Tongue Twister, Date Night 

You made your way through the crowd, occasionally swaying along to the music, the alcohol giving you a nice buzz as you attempted to find your friends lost in the sea of people.  

“Hey pretty lady” A warm hand grasped you, pulling you into the coat closet, closing it and pinning you against the door. “You’re making it really hard for me to keep my hands to myself when you’re in this tiny dress, swaying those hips around”

“Is that so, you know my friends keep telling me about this really hot guy they saw at the party with dark brown hair, blue eyes and lips nice enough to sit on, wonder if they were talking about you, hm?” You let your finger trace down his perfect nose down to his pouty lips, yelping when he bit your finger.

“Bucky!” You squealed as he smirked down at you, his hands caressing your thighs, while trailing kisses down your neck.

“Can we go upstairs?” Bucky slipped his hands between your thighs, gripping the soft flesh, his fingers ghosting over your panties making you gasp before pulling his hand away.

“How can you ditch your own party” You cocked an eyebrow, one hand resting on the door handle, the other grasping his shirt, pulling him closer having an internal debate with yourself. You knew your friends would look for you but the second his hands were on you, your body was screaming for him. Your lips brushed against his neck as he groaned, his cock stiff, desperate for you.

“Teechnically, its Sam’s party, he’s just having it at my place. C’mon babydoll, just for a little bit, no one will even notice we’re gone” He pressed his hard length against you, making you whimper, his hands grabbing your ass, nipping and sucking little bruises onto your neck. “You look so fucking sexy baby” Bucky’s warm breath fanned on your face as he pressed you against the door. The alcohol made him feel warm and fuzzy and he wanted nothing more than to be buried deep inside you, hear you moan for him. He’d managed to keep his hands to himself for most of the night but his self-restraint was gone at this point. 

Bucky nuzzled his face in your neck, rubbing his face in as your breaths got heavier. “Please baby, don’t you want my cock to fill you up, I promise I’ll be gentle princess, just for a little bit, need to feel you” His voice was muffled as he started getting needier, trailing kisses along your jaw, smashing his lips onto yours. Your back arched, pressing your chest to his, fisting his shirt to bring him closer. You pulled back for air, looking at his lust blown eyes, his forehead resting on yours.

“Fuck me James”

You squealed, everything turning upside down, suddenly finding yourself dangling off Bucky’s shoulder. He didn’t need to be told twice, grabbing you and throwing you like a ragdoll, smirking as he felt you squirm in his hold. “Bucky! Put me down, I can walk!”

“Shh, you’re mine baby, not wasting another second”

Bucky grinned having your ass right by his face, spanking it and kissing the sting as you huffed; he opened the closet door, quickly making his way through the crowd and up the stairs to his room. As soon he got to his room, Bucky locked the door, throwing you onto his bed like you weighed nothing. You bounced landing back on his pillows, giggling giving him grabby hands. Bucky shook his head, taking a minute to admire you before loving the way you looked sprawled on his bed.

“Bucckkyy, come here,” You pouted at him while his eyes raked up and down your body, swallowing thickly. Your dress left little to the imagination and he wasn’t sure if he wanted you to leave it on or have you completely bare. “Baby, pleeaase, want you”

Bucky crawled on top of you, slotting himself between your legs making your dress ride up. You gasped feeling his clothed cock grind down onto your soaked panties, the friction giving you a taste of what you needed but not enough. You wrapped your arms around his thick shoulders, pulling him down, tugging his bottom lip between your teeth. Bucky groaned, rubbing himself harder on you, his cock starting to throb, the tightness in his pants borderline painful. “Fuck angel, could cum just like this”

You giggled, wrapping your legs around him, pushing your needy pussy against him making him whine when he felt his cock throb again. “Shit- it almost hurts baby, cocks so fucking hard for you” His hands gripped your hips holding you still, while your hands slipped up his t-shirt, sighing contently feeling the warmth of his skin.

“I want to feel you Bucky” You tugged at his shirt as Bucky sat back on his feels, gazing down at you, watching you fumble with his t-shirt, loving the little bit if shyness that still lingered in you as you hesitated to pull it off.

“Take what off baby?” Bucky cocked his head to the side, taking your hands in his, pinning them above you as he smirked.

“Ugh, Bucky take it all off-” He shook his head bringing his face down to your ear making you shiver, whispering “I’m yours doll, show me how you want me”

You bit your lip, letting the buzz of the alcohol give you a boost of confidence as you sat up and pushed him back onto the bed. You pulled his t-shirt off, quickly working at the button and zipper of his jeans right after. You grabbed the waistband, tugging both his jeans and boxers down, slightly stumbling as you pulled them off his legs, leaving Bucky bare before you. Something about you still having your dress on while he was completely naked made you feel giddy, your heart racing watching the way his cock throbbed, the tip glistening with his arousal.

“Fuck me, you look so hot” Your fingers traced down his face, ghosting over his chest, and down his abs. You carefully traced a finger from the tip of his cock, causing Bucky to whine, his hips bucking up as you continued down to his balls, stopping and looking up at him.

“What is it baby?”

“I- um….I read something I- it’s supposed to make you feel good” You toyed with his balls as you blushed, loving the small whimpers slipped through Bucky’s lips. “Only if you’re okay with it”

“I trust you babygirl, play with my cock” Bucky smirked at you as you held his heavy cock in your hand, stroking him slowly.  

Bucky’s breath hitched as you leaned down to take his cock in your mouth, lapping up all his arousal before swirling your tongue around his swollen head. Bucky groaned, his head thrown back against the pillows as you started to take him a little deeper. You could feel his muscles tense, struggling not to thrust into your mouth. He grasped at his sheets, as you continued your ministrations; sweat beading at his forehead, his balls already full of cum.

“Fuck, just like that baby, you look so beautiful with my cock in your mouth angel”

You could feel your thighs sticky with slick, wetness soaking your thong each time Bucky moaned, his back nearly arching off the bed, his legs spreading further apart for you. You pulled of his cock with a pop, stroking it slowly in your hand while your tongue trailed down the shaft, tracing a line down his balls before taking them in your mouth.

“OH fuck, yes baby, yes, take my balls in your mouth- ah fuck, please y/n-, soak them babydoll, your tongue feels so fucking good”

You could feel Bucky’s legs squirm as you let your tongue trace and swirl around him, squeezing your thighs together, your clit throbbing over the whimpering mess he was, stroking his cock faster.

“Fuck doll, fuck faster baby, so good feels so, so good, you’re gonna make me cum”

Your head dipped down further, spreading his legs just a little bit more, your tongue licking and pressing against the spot right under his balls. Your hand focused on the tip of his cock pressing your tongue against his perineum harder, moving it in tight circles as Bucky cried out. He didn’t have any time to process anything that was happening; pleasure surged through his body, his cock throbbing, cum bursting out of his cock making a mess all over his abs and chest.

“Y/N FUCK I- cumming fuck I’m c-cumming so h-hard fuck- oh god- please baby, fuck it’s so much cum, how is there so much baby”

You continued to lick and press your tongue on him, lazily stroking his cock as he kept moaning, his body thrashing on the bed, twitching at your touch. You sat up with an innocent smile on your face, loving the mess Bucky made all over himself, the thin sheen of sweat that covered his body, cum covering his chest and abs as he panted, looking at you with glassy eyes. Bucky could have sworn his soul had left his body as he watched you crawl up to his chest, licking up every bit of cum and swallowing, continuing down his abs, completely cleaning him.

“Where- where the fuck did you learn th-that”

You giggled, your face flushing as Bucky ran his hand down your back, slipping a hand under your dress to squeeze your ass.

“I read it online, it said that spot was sensitive. Did it feel good baby, was it too much?”

“Never too much, felt so fucking good, you have no idea angel”

Bucky grinned as you stroked his forehead, pushing his hair back. He nuzzled against your hand, kissing your palm, before rolling on top of you. “Now it’s my turn my naughty baby”

You gave him a quizzical look, squealing when he reached up your dress, ripping your panties down your legs, throwing them somewhere in his room. He laid on his back again, grabbing your hips, pulling you to straddle him. His hands skimmed up and down your thighs, smirking as he felt your soaked core drenching his stomach.

“You know want I wanna do now?”

You blinked at Bucky, your face warming up as he gripped your waist, dragging you up his body, your pussy inches away from his face.

“Look at this pretty fucking pussy” Bucky groaned at the way you were on full display for him, he could smell how aroused you were. Your folds were soaked, clit swollen and desperate for him. Bucky’s eyes roamed over your body, loving the way a strap from your dress and fallen off your shoulder, your lipstick slightly smeared, eyeliner smudged from taking his cock deep in your mouth. You could feel his breath against you, whimpering as he flicked his tongue over your clit, teasing you.

“Keep this on for me angel” Bucky bunched your dress up a bit higher, pulling you right above his face.

“C’mere, sit on my face babygirl”

You hesitated, your muscles tensing, not wanting to let your full weight down on him, holding onto the headboard for support.

“Are you sure-OH FUCK!

Before you could finish, Bucky pulled you down, immediately running his tongue through your folds, drinking and lapping every bit of your arousal he could get.  Bucky could feel your legs tremble, holding yourself back as you bit your lip, eyes screwed shut trying to keep your moans down.

“The music is turned all the way up baby, you can be as loud as you want, scream for me y/n”

“OH GOD BABY DON’T STOP, feels so good Bucky”

Bucky latched onto your clit, suckling and moaning as your thighs squeezed around his head, loving the way you threw your head back crying out.

“Right there B-Bucky, fuck, please, right f-fucking there!”

His lips gently pulled on your clit, his tongue swirling as you struggled to keep your hips from bucking against his face, your hand flying to his hair tugging, burying him deeper in your needy pussy.

“Grind your pussy on me, use me babygirl, ride my face”

You started grinding your hips against his mouth, right on the edge of your orgasm as you held onto his hair tighter, loving how he moaned louder each time you tugged.

“M’ so fucking close baby, so close, please, gonna cum”

Bucky dipped his tongue into your entrance, groaning at the way it clenched, pushing his tongue in as far as it would go, moaning at your taste.

“Cum for me y/n, fuck you taste so good”

He moved back to suck your clit, adding a little more pressure as he felt your body shake, brining one hand to pull your boobs out of your dress, pinching your nipples. Your whines became higher pitched as you trembled around him, your clit throbbing, walls fluttering and clenching around as your orgasm ripped through you.

“Baby, I- fuck Buckyy, BUCKY!-

Bucky held you in place, continuing to gently lick your through your high before letting you fall against him, nuzzled into his chest. His arms wrapped around you as your body convulsed in his hold, the shocks of your orgasm never ending.

“Fuck you’re so beautiful angel”

You giggled as you snuggled against him, kissing his chest.

“You’re beautiful Bucky”

“Not like you y/n” Bucky sat up, pulling you with him. He looked to you before tugging down the zipper of your dress, pulling if off you in one swift motion.  You still felt a little shy as his eyes trailed down your body, pulling him to lie on top of you, sighing happily; the warmth of his skin and the slight buzz of alcohol made you feel like you were floating. Bucky caressed your face, looking at you with heart eyes,

“You have no idea how lucky I am bubba”

“Why’s that Buck”

“I have the prettiest, sweetest, *kiss* nicest, *kiss* kindest, smartest, sexiest, perfect girl, my pretty angel,*kiss*. Oh! Also you smell nice, soft skin, so warm, so cuddly,*kiss*” He paused for a moment, shyly giggling to himself before coming down to whisper in your ear “you make me really horny, your body is perfect and your beautiful and I love your eyes,*kiss* and nose,*kiss*  and…

You giggled, nuzzling your nose with his as he continued to list things, kissing you between each thought, interrupting his own rambling.

“Someone’s drunk”

“M’ not drunk, just so in lo-…” Bucky paused for a moment, deciding to hold back his feelings for a different moment, unsure if you felt the same way. “You make me really happy y/n” Smooth James.

“You make me happy too baby, James I-I lo-I like you, so much”

You didn’t want to scare Bucky off, figuring you’d wait a little longer before telling him how you really felt about him. You felt your eyes sting, swallowing the lump in your throat as tears threatened to spill out, now is not the time to be emotional y/n, get it together. Bucky smiled, his thumb brushing the tear that trailed down your face.

“Never met anyone else like you” His lips brushed against yours as you parted your mouth letting your tongues tangle, exploring each other. His breaths started getting heavier again feeling your bare body pressed against him, his full weight on top of you. He laced his hands with yours, continuing to gently kiss you, lost in the feeling of your soft lips, the little whimpers that slipped out, loving the way your tongue felt with his.

You gasped, feeling Bucky’s cock stir against your thigh, looking up at him with a mix of love and lust. You parted your legs slightly, letting his cock slide in between your folds, coating him in your slick. Bucky groaned, squeezing your hands in his, colleting himself for a moment.

“We don’t need to do more if you’re tired doll, we can just cuddle-

“I’m not tired baby, are you?”

Bucky shook his head, pinning your hands firmly against the bed as he started to suck your neck, his hips rocking against you, the tip of his cock nudging your clit making you whine under him.

“Tell me what you want angel”

“Just need to feel all of you baby, fuck you feel so good”

You wanted to feel him so badly; the buzz of the alcohol gave you another little boost of confidence as you wiggled your hands out of his hold, pushing onto his shoulders so you could be on top of him. You clambered on top of his thick thighs, straddling him, your heart racing. Bucky bit his lip, as you rutted yourself against his length, peeking up at him through your lashes.

“What do you want babygirl, rubbing yourself on my cock like that, such a dirty girl all for me”

“Wanna ride you Bucky”

Bucky’s breath shuddered as he nodded, holding his cock, helping you line up with him. You placed your hands on his chest, slowly sinking down onto his length, pausing as you felt the burn of his cock stretching you.

“You okay babydoll?” Bucky held your hips, holding you in place, fighting himself not to thrust up into you “Does it hurt angel?

You nodded, biting your lip, your brows furrowed as you continued to take his cock, throwing your head back as you bottomed out.

“So fucking big Bucky, can feel you stretching me”

You stayed still for a moment, feeling Bucky’s cock throb inside you, the tip already leaking with cum as your walls clenching and squeezed him.

“F-fuck y/n you’re so tight shit-” Bucky had to take a deep breath, it was too much for him, you naked on top, squirming over his size, already milking him without even moving.

You slowly started to move up and down, the burn fading into pleasure as you tried to find a comfortable pace.

“Am-am I doing okay?” You swallowed thickly, as you continued to ride him, hoping it felt good for him.

“You’re doing perfect baby, God you look so fucking beautiful riding my cock, don’t stop y/n. You look so fucking gorgeous when you’re on top”

“Bucky stoppp” You whined, your face flushing, burying your face in his neck as he smirked, pulling you up again. “C’mon baby, I want to see your pretty face when you bounce on me”

Bucky gripped your ass, gently guiding you up and down his length, his cock swelling at the way your face contorted each time his tip kissed your cervix.  “How does that feel baby, does it feel good?”

“S’good Bucky, feels so good” You started to feel a little more confident, rocking your hips, bouncing faster “Fuck, stretch me Bucky”

Bucky moaned loving the way your breasts bounced each time you came down; your words making his cock twitch, his hips involuntarily starting to meet yours, gently fucking up into you, still holding back, not wanting to hurt you. Your legs trembled as you started to tire out, slowing your pace, falling onto his chest, panting. You needed him.

“Buckyyy…” He could feel hot puffs of air on his neck as you caught your breath.

“Are you okay y/n, did you want to stop?”

“Fuck me James, please, hard baby, fuck me till I’m sore”

No more holding back, Bucky growled, wrapped his arms around you and pinning you under him, thrusting into you at an animalistic pace.

“FUCK JAMES YES! Don’t stop, please baby, don’t stop, don’t stop”

“Th-that’s right baby- fuck you’re so tight- let me hear how good I make you feel”

You clawed at his back, wrapping your legs around him your orgasm ready to wash over you any second as he hit your g-spot repeatedly.

“You like that baby, you love how my thick cock fills you up?”  

You couldn’t get words out, nodding and moaning as you clenched around him, your walls fluttering, arousal nearly gushing out of you. Bucky groaned, his eyes screwed shut as he felt cum already leaking from his cock, holding off his orgasm, desperate to have you finish first.

“You gotta cum baby, I can’t, I can’t last when you feel like this, please cum baby, please please”

Bucky slowed his movements to a filthy grind, pressing into you, the trimmed hair at his hilt rubbing against your clit, his nose nuzzling against yours as he looked into your eyes, nearly sobbing as you squeezed around his cock.  “Cum y/n please baby girl, m’already leaking so much, my cock is throbbing baby, so full of cum it hurts”

His hand trailed between your bodies as he started to play with your clit making your cry out and he picked his pace up again. Your muscles tensed as your heart rate picked up as your orgasm crashed over you.

“JAMES FUCK”

You dug your heels into Bucky’s ass, desperately pulling him closer as he continued to fuck you through your high, your orgasm immediately triggering his.

“Fuck baby, thank you, fuck, I’m cumming y/n, all this is for you, FUCK” Buck stilled, hugging you as close to him as possible, his cock swelling, his face buried in your neck as he moaned, his cum spilling into you.

“God you feel so good baby, this pussy is mine, oh FUCK all fucking mine” He rocked his hips a few more times, completely emptying himself before pulling out, groaning at the way his cum dribbled out of your swollen puffy folds. Bucky ran his fingers gently through your hair, stroking your head, a part of him worried he took it too far, looking at your dishevelled appearance. Your hair was tangled, sweat covering your body as you still panted, your eyelids heavy.

“Was I too rough baby, did I hurt you?”

You shook your head, pulling his arm over your waist so you could snuggle with him.

“You could never hurt me Bucky, you’ve only ever made me feel good, so good bubba” You pressed gentle kisses all over his face as he smiled shyly, holding you close.  

“Do we have to go back down?” Bucky mumbled, his face buried in your hair as he spooned you from behind pulling you flush against him.

“Mhm, you’re friends will be looking for you Bucky, mine are probably looking for me too” “Don’t care. Wanna stay here” You giggled as Bucky kept squirming, the way he usually did when he wanted to get comfy to sleep.  You tried to get up yelping then Bucky grabbed you, whining, pulling the sheets to cover the both of you.

“No. Cuddle with me”

“Bucky…”

“Cuddle. With. Me”

“Bucky, we can’t just stay up here-

“M’an adult, I can do what I want and right now I want to cuddle and sleep with my girl”  He was so in love with you.

“A big baby is what you are” You felt your heart flutter at his words. His girl.

“I’m your big baby”

You turned around to face him, cupping his face as he looked at you with his puppy dog eyes and pouty face, hoping you’d give in and snuggle.

“You are most definitely my baby” You closed your eyes, sleep immediately taking over under the warmth of his skin. You were so in love with him.

Back at the party

“Where’s y/n”

“Notice how you can’t find Barnes either? That’s all you need to know”

“Good god they’re like rabbits”

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Peter: Scary

Steve: Artistic

Sam: Strong

Thor: Powerful

Bucky: Mine

All: ...

Bucky: What? I'm telling the truth

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